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You know for the first 18-ish years of your life everyone your age is mostly doing the same things and then all of a sudden every year for the rest of your life somebody your age is getting divorced while somebody else just learned what a leaf is and you have no idea what’s going on or what you’re supposed to be doing

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not to be an american but like. air conditioning is the greatest invention of all time.

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NEVER GIVE UP

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Jason: I know over 200 ways to kill a man.

Y/N: *not even looking up from their phone* You could glue an open jar of rats to his face, then blowtorch the other side of the jar, so the rats have to eat their way out through his face.

Jason: *equal parts concerned, impressed and in love* …201

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꩜ Jason Todd who learns how to take pictures of you through you complaining about angles and lighting. Eventually it gets to the point of you forwarding tiktok videos to him about how to take photos with an iphone camera and tips and tricks of how to actually use his phone.

 His phone was filled with candids of you, blurry and sometimes of unintelligible parts of your body. Even though every single photo he had of you he thought captured why he loved you perfectly, he tried his best to fit his photography abilities to your standards. It started small, just headshots of you in pretty places and then it spiraled into him having a folder in his camera app of just pictures he had taken of you. Ones that you had never seen before, photos of just the back of your head looking at a painting or photos that looked like a professional had taken them as a showcase of love. He learned this for you.

Every image looked real. As if he had a camera on the small, intimate moments in your life. These weren’t blurry or messy, they were beautiful in a way that wasn’t posed, that showed the moments of your smile that had been so contagious that he couldn’t help but smile too.

 When you asked him why—why he never sent them to you or why he took them, he simply shrugged. No response, just a few words muttered under his breath that you were unable to decipher.  His voice raised slightly, eyes matching yours. “It’s those kind of moment that made me fall in love with you.”

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⟡ Dick Grayson who is freakishly good with kids. It’s as if Dick, at heart, is a twelve year old boy still. He’s practically fluent in crying baby. One time you brought him to a family wedding and lost him for a good thirty minutes—not at any table or talking to your family. No, he was sitting cross crossed in a circle with all of the children playing duck duck goose. It’s a common occurrence, him scurrying away from all adults—he’s had enough of the mingling with adults to satisfy him for the rest of his life. 

Dick loves children. Not exactly taking care of them, but their imagination and ideas—the way that they run around free without having to worry about any expectations or checking over their shoulder at every given moment. He never got the chance to enjoy it when he should have, so why not now? 

He actually gets pretty competitive accidentally, do NOT test this man in a game of jenga or uno. The children pretty much accept him as one of them, especially once your nieces and nephews see more and more of him around during the holidays. New Christmas gifts? Dick is one hundred percent sitting on the floor next to the tree playing with barbies while your nieces make him play their only ken doll. Same thing with those cheap makeup sets, they give him the look and he immediately folds—he just accepts that he’s their test subject. 

 It gets to a point where he’s practically gone through every initiation ritual in your family— he’s expected to show at every family event. If he has patrol? Your family is in uproar over the fact he didn’t come. That’s all you get all night, questions about Dick Grayson. The same Dick Grayson who once was a scared little boy who didn’t have a family to run to— who now has people expecting him to bring dessert whenever he comes over. 

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Heeeyyyyyy can you do one with all the batboys but the scenario is that your making out with them and then all of a sudden someone walks in and it’s like a funny awkward moment P.S I absolutely LOVE ❤️ your writing ✍️

“We’re kissing in the bathroom,Girl.I hope nobody catch us,But i kinda hope they catch us.”

Batboys x reader : getting caught making out

Request by @jakiicomics,My first ask ever!!! Thank you 💛💛my asks/requests are open

Bruce Wayne

Bruce is not the kind of guy who’s careless in public… or private.

But when he lets himself go — really go — it’s intense. He kisses like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. And he rarely lets anyone see that side.

So when the door swings open (probably Alfred, Lucius, or a poor intern), you both freeze.

He does not scramble. Just slowly pulls away from your lips, adjusts his cufflinks, and calmly says:

“Do you mind?”

The same way he’d say “You’re bleeding on my rug.”

If it’s one of the boys walking in?

“This is a private moment. Learn to knock.”

Straight-up dad mode, but deadly.

You’re flustered. Bruce is steely calm. But the second the door shuts?

Back against the wall.

“Now where were we?”

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Dick Grayson

Dick is hands in your hair, lips on your neck, pulling you into his lap—zero restraint. The second someone walks in? He yelps. Actually lets out a full panic noise and yanks a blanket over both of you.

“HELLO?! EVER HEARD OF KNOCKING?!”

If it’s a sibling (Tim or Damian):

“Get out. Out. OUT. Don’t look at her—stop looking at her!”

You’re laughing. He’s red from his ears to his collarbone.

Tries to salvage his cool later:

“Honestly though, we looked good. Like hot. You know? Right?”

Refuses to go near that room for at least a week.

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Jason Todd

It’s steamy. It’s heavy. He’s groaning your name against your mouth.

And then—

“Hey, has anyone seen my—OH COME ON.”

Jason whips around, shields you with his body, and goes full older-brother rage mode.

If it’s Tim:

“TIM. GOD. LEARN TO READ A ROOM.”

Throws a pillow at whoever it is. Possibly a shoe.

“You’re lucky she’s too sweet to kill you. I’m not.”

You try to calm him down but he’s grumbling for 20 minutes.

Makes up for it later. Thoroughly.

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Tim Drake

Tim is already a mess when kissing you. His hands shake a little, he forgets to breathe, and you’re sure he short-circuits every time your lips part.

So when the door swings open mid-makeout?

He jumps three feet, falls off the couch, and takes you with him.

“AHH—SHUT THE DOOR! SHUT THE—DON’T LOOK AT HER!”

Apologizes profusely even though you did nothing wrong.

“I swear I locked the door. I double-checked! I think. Maybe I hallucinated locking it—”

Goes into hiding afterward. Probably under a hoodie. Possibly in a tech lab.

You have to reassure him you’re not mortified.

“It’s okay, Tim. They barely saw anything.”

“They saw my soul leave my body.”

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Damian Wayne

Damian kisses with precision. Control. He doesn’t do messy makeouts often, but when he does — it’s serious business.

If someone walks in? He glares over his shoulder like he’s about to ruin their lineage.

If it’s Dick or Alfred:

“If your eyeballs have finished malfunctioning, kindly exit.”

If it’s Jon Kent or someone young: he throws a cape or jacket over your head and physically removes the intruder.

Absolutely refuses to act embarrassed. But later?

Quietly asks,

“Did it… upset you? Being seen?”

And when you shake your head, he leans back in like it never happened.

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Your honour, I admit that I do have a superiority complex over not watching Disney "live action" remakes, but in my defense, I am right

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Hey, could you write a Jason Tod x reader? Where the reader is a sexual menace, even though Jason was her first. Jason hadn't really told his family he was dating anyone. So when Barbara was out one day, going about her day, she saw Jason shopping with a woman[reader], and so being the person she was, she followed them around and from what she could see, the woman was a kind and sweet person so she snapped a pick and left unnoticed. She showed the fam the picture when she got home. A few days later the mystery was eating away at them, specifically Dick. So he decided to pay Jason a visit in the middle of the night, only to hear Jason and the mystery woman going at it.

No.

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Adrienne Rich, from Poetry & Prose: Poems, Prose, Reviews and Criticism; “The Knight,” (x)

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GET OUT, WALLY! ❀ dick grayson

dabble | CW: suggestive themes

you spent the whole damn day preparing. not just shaving every inch of skin hed eventually get his mouth on. not just doing an everything shower, spritzing your perfume behind each ear, between your thighs, over your collarbone. no— you planned this. the playlist was queued. the wine was poured. the candles were lit in a slow, sexy gradient across the bedroom. low light. sultry shadows. you even put some fake rose petals on the ground (so you could reuse them). it looked something straight out of a pinterest broad. romantic, perfect for your anniversary.

the lingerie utterly black. lacy. sheer. sinful.

it clung to your skin like temptation itself— straps tracing your hips, dipping low between your breasts, sheer panels that gave just enough of a preview to make him starve. it was the kind of set you had to work up the nerve to buy. the kind that came with a silent prayer that he wouldnt just like it— hed lose his mind. and he wouldve. if it werent for wally fucking west. you heard the door open, keys jangling like always. your heart jumped. your body tingled. you padded toward the living room, fingers trailing across your bare stomach, ready to do something filthy right there against the wall. “dick?” you called, voice sweet and sultry. “happy anniversary, baby”

but then you heard it.

“ohhhh shit.” you froze. you knew that voice. unserious, boyish, very-much-not-your-boyfriends. “…wally?” you choked out. there he stood, star struck and his cheeks quickly turned pink. your face morphed with horror, watching him stutter and try to cover his eyes, “you didnt tell me she was dressed like that— i mean— undressed —holy crap!” wally sputtered somewhere in the apartment. “i cant unsee that, man! shes wearing— are those thigh straps?!”

“get out, wally!” dick hissed. you ducked behind the kitchen island, as you scrambled for a dishtowel. something— anything— to preserve the last shred of your dignity.

you heard fumbling. rustling. the whoosh of speed force wind. and then silence. “hes gone,” dick called out softly. you peeked up. he was standing there in the doorway, still wearing his jacket, cheeks flushed, lips parted like he couldnt even breathe properly. he looked at you like youd just ruined his whole religion. “…youre trying to kill me,” he said hoarsely. “i was trying to seduce you,” you snapped, tugging the towel tighter around your hips. “but your redheaded bestie just saw more of me than most people do in a gynaecologists office.”

you looked up at him. “dick.” he looked at you. “baby.”

“take your clothes off or get out,” you hissed. he grinned. his shirt was off in two seconds. “not the welcome i expected,” he said, stepping closer, voice dropping low, “but honestly? ten out of ten. five stars. will be dreaming about this for the rest of my life. sorry about wally. truly. but also—” his hands slid along your bare hips, fingers curling into the lace at your sides. “—damn, am i a lucky man” you breathed out slowly, heart racing. “you still owe me for the mood you just murdered.”

“oh, dont worry,” he whispered, dipping his head to your neck, “im about to bring it back.”

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Toxicology – Masterlist

Damian Wayne x Daughter of Poison Ivy!Reader

He was an arrogant boy, struggling as he was pulled between the legacy of being born to kill and the promise that he could change for the better. She saw the world through the eyes of her fatalistic mother, but was forbidden to make sense of it on her own. They shouldn’t work together. But Gotham made their lives align despite all of that.

Childhood || Juvenile || Young Adult || Of Age

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