#Jason’s bathroom post patrol

[ghost-bxrd]

Lmao with the amount of time I’m spending on detailing this it might just turn into an actual painting.

[batfams-posts]

Jason Todd is the type of boyfriend who loves to watch you get ready for the day or bed. Hear me out

He would totally love the girl that “goes to bed ugly to wake up hot” like crazy shower routine, 10 step skincare routine of the best products, heat less curls in, body moisturized head to toe in something that smells like vanilla or cinnamon, has a silk pillowcase/bonnet on, maybe mouth tape or retainer etc like not sexy lingerie but all the stuff the TikTok girlies use. Definitely sleeping in Jason’s sweats.

He would love to sit on the bed or stand somewhere in the bathroom and listen to you talk about your day or maybe he is getting ready for patrol while you are getting unready.

I think he would try to help you moisturize when you step out of the shower because he would just want to have his hands on you lol

And in the morning when he is still in bed/trying to sleep from a crazy night patrolling he would sleepily have one eye on you while you took off yours heat less curls or putting on your morning skincare and makeup.

If you styled your hair he would love to see the before and after before you leave the apartment and would get sad if he didn’t get a little ootd (outfit of the day” rundown from you. He thinks is silly but it’s one of the bits you guys have together.

My first post ever but it’s just a thought I’ve had after reading so so much Jason Todd content lol

[twilight-orchid]

Shower Suprise

Jason Todd x gn pregnant reader

Notes: So, I’m currently fighting a war against baby fever and baby daddy jason makes me feral so I decided to write a self indulgent fic. I’m working on a couple sequel fics so let me know if you enjoyed this and I’ll post the others too. I’m not a great writer and have never written for Jason before, so sorry if it’s shit lmaooo

Part 2

Word count: 1730

Contains cursing, unplanned pregnancy, mention of abortion, talk of adoption

Jason had gotten home a little after 4 am. He’d been patrolling the cold, rainy streets since 11 and Gotham had finally grown quiet. His body ached something awful from the numerous fights he’d gotten into that night, and exhaustion had crept into his bones making him feel like he could fall asleep standing up.

He climbed into the window of the dark apartment silently to avoid waking his lover and got out of his gear in the living room. The sound of clanking metal and ripping zippers tended to get noisy. Once in his briefs alone he slipped into your bedroom, pausing for a moment to watch the rise and fall of your chest with a smile on his face. You slept soundly, your hair a nest around your face and your soft snores like a comforting lullaby to Jason.

He reluctantly made his way to your shared bathroom. He’d love nothing more than to just go to bed, but you didn’t like it when he got into the clean sheets with Gotham’s grime on him. And, to be fair, he was pretty gross some nights. He showered quickly, enjoying the steaming water on his sore muscles, then hastily moved to brush his teeth. However, something odd caught his eye as he spat.

There were balls of what looked like clean tissue wadded up atop the trash, which was strange as he’d just changed it before he left. You didn’t have a cold or anything that would constitute using that much. He furrowed his brow, a weird feeling washing over him. Something white and shiny just barely peeked out from underneath, and he moved the tissue aside to reveal not 1 but 4 pregnancy tests. His heart froze, time seeming to stop around him. Dread built in his gut as he grabbed the sticks, and terror settled in as he picked up one positive after another. Holy shit, y/n was pregnant. He’d gotten you pregnant. Fuck.

Something pleasant stirred in his gut but he squashed it down. His child would be in danger every day having him as their father. If anyone found out about his baby, child of the Red Hood and grandchild of the Batman, they’d instantly have a target on their head. Aside from that, he’d be a terrible father. He was gruff without meaning to, he had a short fuse, and he certainly didn’t have any good role models. All he could think about were the ways he could accidentally fuck them up. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice you until you were in the bathroom with him.

He was no longer tired, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he dropped to the floor. Fuck fuck fuck. He couldn’t be a father, he’s Red Hood. He had huge time constraints, anger issues, and most importantly, a lot of blood on his hands. How could those hands, forever stained red, hold something like an innocent newborn in his grasp? A baby, with chunky cheeks and thighs, perhaps with his hair and your eyes.

“Jay?” You asked tentatively. He realized he was hyperventilating. He tried to respond, but he found all he could do is stare at your middle. Your eyes slipped to the floor, taking in the discovered pregnancy tests as he watched your face turn. This is clearly not the reveal you were hoping for. You crouched to his level.

“Jay, can you breathe with me?” He was still lost in his thoughts, buried in his anxiety. But he looked up and met your gaze, your features worried. For him. He closed his eyes and nodded with a shuddering breath.

“Alright babe, in through the nose…. Out through the mouth.” He followed along with you, his hand reaching out. You grabbed it firmly with both of yours without hesitation, running your thumbs along his skin. He usually didn’t like to be touched when he was having episodes, but something about your warmth grounded him. He steadily felt his heart begin to slow down.

You let go with one hand to tenderly cup his cheek, smiling sheepishly at him.

“You’re pregnant.” He said simply. You bit your lip and looked away, but nodded.

“I made an appointment in the morning to get an ultrasound and make sure, but well, 4 positives. Plus, you know how sick and nauseous I’ve been. Emotional, tired, hungry for weird shit…” He cursed under his breath and noted how your shoulders sank. Your hand just barely moved to your belly before you caught yourself, returning it to your side.

“You want the baby.” He stated, though it was more of a question. You sighed in frustration and ran your hand through your hair.

“I don’t know. I don’t feel ready, but I can’t stop picturing a little baby that looks like me and you and I just… I can’t-“ Your resolve crumbled as tears began rolling down your cheeks. He took you into his arms instantly, pulling you onto his lap and letting you bury your head into his neck as you sobbed. He drew circles into your back and whispered reassurances, but his head was spinning.

“I don't know what to do Jay!” You whimpered. He didn’t know either, but he needed to come up with a solution. For you.

A baby. A fucking baby. Bruce would absolutely lose it.

“Well,” he started, his voice calm. He was freaking out, but you didn’t need him a nervous wreck. You needed him strong and steadfast. He took a deep breath.

“There’s allot going on in our heads right now, why don't we break down our options, yeah?” You nodded, still sniffling and sat in his lap to meet his eyes.

“No matter what, I'm not putting a baby in the Gotham foster system. No way.” He started. Gotham had a lot of kids entering its foster system and almost no kids being adopted. Bruce had been trying to help solve the issue for years, but Jason knew if they gave the baby up for adoption, they’d likely have a hard time finding a home. Not to mention the issue still stood that they’d be in danger if their parentage was discovered, except in that scenario Jason wouldn’t even know where they are to help them. You nodded in agreement.

“So that leaves…” you began softly.

“Keeping it or getting rid of it.” He finished. Your lip twisted and fresh tears fell, but you wiped them away.

“I don’t… what do you want to do Jay?”

“It’s your body.”

“And it's your baby.” You responded. That was fair, and he thought about it. There’s no denying it could be dangerous, but there was also no denying that his kid would have the planets greatest protectors on its side. His family would call to arms for his baby in an instant, as would the friends Jason had made through his life. Hell, even the Justice League would defend Bruce’s grand baby. And he wouldn’t repeat his mentor’s mistakes and drag his kid on the rooftops with him. They belonged at home; safe, cared for, and loved. A feeling he reveled in when he was with you. He thought about you holding a toddler in your arms and playing with them, the sound of his child’s laughter echoing through the house. He just knew you would make an amazing parent. Feelings once again rose in his chest, but he didn’t push them down. He let them sit and, once he really thought about it, he kinda wanted to see the little guy live and grow. But ultimately it wasn’t his decision.

“I want what you want.” He finally responded. You groaned in frustration.

“I don’t want you to want what I want Jay. If I say I want it, I don’t want you to agree to make me happy and then feel trapped and then…” you trailed off, looking away from him. He furrowed his brow.

“And then what, leave you? Abandon you to raise my kid on your own? Do you really think I’d do that to you?” His tone sounded almost angry, but he didn’t mean for it to be. He wasn’t mad, he was hurt.

“No, Jay I-“ you sighed and ran a hand through your hair.

“I just don’t want to make you do something huge like this if it's not what you want. And I don’t want to force you to commit to me like that.” He scoffed at you.

“I think we’re well past worrying about me wanting to commit to you, doll.” You stared at him seemingly unconvinced, your fears and uncertainties visibly rattling around your skull.

He sighed. This wasn’t the circumstance he was hoping for, but his gut said it was time.

“You want to see how fucking serious I am about committing to you? Where the fuck are my jeans?” He gently pushed you off of him and told you to stay. He nearly chuckled at the cute, confused look on your face. He grabbed the pants he'd been wearing before patrol and fished his wallet out of his pocket.

“Look at this shit, I’ve been carrying this around with me for months.” You stared at him with a raised brow, wondering what the fuck he was doing. Out of the cash flap he pulled a small pouch of bubble wrap which produced a beautiful engagement ring. It was your picture-perfect ring; you couldn’t have picked a better one yourself. You froze, your breath catching in your throat.

“Jason-“

“No, shut up and listen to me. I love you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone on this god forsaken planet. You are beautiful, and kind, and funny, and so fucking smart. You’ve been there for me at my worst and my best without judgement. You’re one person that I know I can rely on, and I am so proud that you rely on me. I am a lucky fucking man to have you in my life, and if you want this baby I’m with you. And I’ll be the happiest man alive. But if you don’t want it, you don’t. And I’ll be happy with that too. But either way, I love you and I want you to be my one and only for as long as you’ll have me. So, what do you wanna do babe?”

[k2ntoss]

BIG FEARS AND LITTLE SURPRISES

tw ⭒ jason todd x fem!reader, pregnancy, cheating mentions, cursing, really REALLY angry jason, angst finished with a lot of fluff because i need something sweet with my baby ):

a/n ⭒ i had all of this almost finished and my fucking phone decided to go crazy and post it unfinished :) i swear i'm screaming. comments and reblogs are all appreciated, also feel free to leave anything on my askbox or inbox <3

no words count again, lmao, too lazy for that

the way your hands tremble makes it hard to see properly the results but it's worse with the tears blurrying your vision. positive. it's what you can see if compared to what the box says.

the knot on your throat is catching your breath with the sobs that manage to leave your lips and lucky you, the apartment is empty as jason had to leave for patrol. how are you supposed to tell him that you're expecting his baby? it's probably the biggest responsability you could make him take and you know he's capable of leaving his life behind just to keep you and the baby safe but here again, who are you to rip appart his life? you didn't had the right to take something so important to him away.

guilt is eating you up as you make your way out of the bathroom to pick up your phone, choosing to call babs because you really needed some help and she agrees to take you on her house for the night so when jason comes back you're not there, instead there's a note were you wrote 'i'll be back in the morning, had a small family emergency' and he senses there's something off but there's no sing of a single shit around the house.

you're out, babs helps you see an emergency doctor and you find out you're pregnant and you're on your fourth month, there's no way you can deny this and ignore it. you know that you'll have to end things with jason, be out of his life before you can ruin it for good, before you are the reason he loses his happiness and his reason to be.

there's no need to say that jason isn't able to sleep what's left of the night, it's not until you open the door when he's able to breathe because you look just fine, there's not a single hair out of its place on you and he comes closer but stops on his track when he's met with the less warm greeting you could have made.

"morning, jason" you say in a calm tone, your lips pressed on a fine line as you walk pass him, gently nudding your shoulder against his side as if you just bumped him and he turns around, mouth parted as he tries to say something in the exact second you dissapear through the doorway of your room.

"good morning?" he greets back, where was his kiss? and his hug? he's following you like a lost puppy while you pace around the room "babe... is something going on?" he asks softly, his eyes look worried and it hurts so bad because a big part of you wants to jump into his arms and break the news to him.

you were going to be a family.

you could have been a family.

but life wasn't that nice to almost anyone, you couldn't just tell him and ruin his whole life, take away everything for him to take a responsability that maybe he wasm't ready to take.

"nope, nothing at all" you reply, turning around to avoid looking at him as your voice comes nonchalant naturally, almost putting too much of a good show of being just fine. and then your phone rings, dick's name pops up on your screen and you look at it, fisting the device as you walk fast out of the room "i have to take this, wait" you mumble as you dart oit of the apartment.

jason is so taken by surprise he doesn't follows at first giving you the chance to talk a little more safely.

"i can't tell him, dick, what am i supposed to do? if i ever tell him it's all gonna be over" you mutter into the speaker and dick knows that part of it is real, but he also knows jason and he knows he couldn't feel his life would be ruinned by his own child growing on your womb.

there are steps comming from into your place and you know it's time to finish the call "i can't talk right now, please don't keep calling me" you mutter between gritted teeth "not when he's around" you let out as a whisper hoping jason didn't heard.

but as i said, life isn't nice. he hears it, it's weird because he made part of your mumbling and whispering "was it about your family emergency?" he asks, it's clear that there are some thoughts starting to rumble on his head but he tries to push it away.

"yeah, uh... my sister is having a hard time with her husband" and your answer seems to be genuine at first, jason nods at it makes you believe he accepts it. but he's not stupid.

that's the first time jason feels like something isn't right, the first time a little hint of distrust raises on his mind and he feels sick.

the following days are almost the same, you keep your phone inside the pockets of your clothes and avoid looking at him. there are no kisses or hugs over the day, no cuddling while watching a movie on the evening and what is worst.

there no hugging on your sleep. it's like you're pushing him away, closing yourself up to him and that makes him feel like he's losing you.

most nights you would just turn around and shift under the blankets pretending to be asleep just to push away his arms, snuggling away from him until you were sleeping on the edge of the bed. some other nights, just like this one, you would put up any lame excuse.

"it's too hot, jason, can we not cuddle now?" you'd ask him with a frown, thruth is that it was chill and you are just wearing shorts and a old shirt, too thin to cover you from the wind. your tone is filled with disgust at the thought of being too close to him when you were both sweaty when you wanted nothing else but cuddle yourself into his arms, to kiss him and hear his heartbeat "it's not a big deal, just one night not cuddling"

and jason isn't even able to reply, he just nods because he knows that if he speaks his voice will break. he might look like a though guy, like he didn't needed anyone but himself but he needed you. it was killing him, not being able to see your eyes looking up at him with so much love and care, why was he losing you?

at this point is hard for him to even talk to you, it's been two weeks already and you aren't home during the day. when he has to go on patrol you are about to arrive and he starts to lose any hope on being able to talk this through with you even if he decided to stay at home and skip his patrol. when he's back it's either to find you sleeping already or to find you on the couch and he doesn't feel brave enough to pick you up to take you to bed.

he has some hopes up tho, he feels like maybe ome of this days you'll wake up being the same as always, showering him in soft pecks to wake him up or maybe whispering sweet nothings into his ear but you know how they say that even the strongest rock breaks when water hits it too much?

jason has his limits too and his mind hasn't stopped to think of the possibilities of you having someone else. he hates himself because that would mean he doesn't trust you anymore and that what it is, but he doesn't want to think it like that.

one evening when jason is supposed to be out with bruce to check a big case you come back home, you miss being there and having him to hold you thight and kiss your face.

"you came back early" you hear his voice and it makes you freeze, he wasn't supposed to be here. for your luck it's starting to get colder outside so a few layers of clothing helps to cover the way your belly has started to grown. it's ever so slightly swollen, being your first pregnancy and you just being on the fifth month it was easy to say it wasn't really a baby bump.

but you knew jason would notice if he looked close enough. you are there, arms crossed over your chest as you look at jason. there's no hint of the warmth of his happiness to see you back home and your heart breaks up all over again for the hundreth time in weeks.

"aren't you supposed to be with bruce?" you asks, pretending not to be surprised or scared because you tried so hard not to tremble under his gaze.

"am i? really? for what i can remember we are both supposed to be and do some things but you aren't like you're supposed to be lately" he says and his tone comes out harsh. maybe it's for the better but he hates fighting with you, he hates having any kind of argument with the girl he loves so much but he can't take this anymore.

"and can you tell me what do your words mean?" you ask him, you knew that this was about to come it just needed to be pushed a little more to explode like an old grenade. like an old mine on a war field because it was just like that, everything was so spiky between you both it was better to spend your time out.

"you know damn well what i mean, y/n" he scoffs, there's a sharpness to his eyes that makes you want to cry but you have to keep it together so you can finally push him away so you can safe what's the most important thing for him.

oh but how mistaken you were. dumb, dumb, dumb. as if you weren't the most important thing for him, as if losing you wouldn't break him completely and let alone finding out he was going to be a father. you were about to take his heart out of his chest and squeeze it, drain it completely to leave him destroyed. the shell of the man he became when you came into his life.

"i'm sorry to break it into your hard head, i have no idea what you mean" you talk back, sounding all so sure and defensive when everything you wanted was to bury yourself into his arms and say how sorry you were, how stupid you felt for hidding all of this from him.

"you're not even the shade of who you were weeks ago, y/n" he stands up from the chair he's sitting at, heavy steps as he comes closer. he's towering over you and there's a voice in the back of your head that tells you that it's better to stop all of this because you also hated this kind of confrontation "what the hell is going on? is it even something better that what we had?"

and that question makes you confused, what was he talking about? what was better?

"care to enlighten me? you're just talking and i cam't understand what do you mean" your words sound genuine and they are, there's not a single thought of what he could possibly mean.

"c'mon, don't play dumb with me" he starts, looking away with a scowl. he walks away when he feels you shifting a little closer, it's almost as if the heat of your body wasn't a welcome feeling anymore, it burned him "did you decided to go play someone's else pretty girlfriend? is he even as good as i am?"

and it all makes sense. did he really thought you had someone else and even if you've been lying to him, hidding things from him it hurts you so bad because you were so sure he knew how much you loved him, how he was everything you could have ever wished for.

"are you being–? do you think i have someone else?" you ask and the way you sound so offended makes him feel angrier "who the fuck do you think i am? how can you even dare to say that?"

"so now you're offended? what? cam't stand being called out like the cheater you are?" his voice turns louder, he sounds so angry and hurt, jason feels his eyes sting and he has to bite his tongue to hold back the tears "what do you think? that i'm fucking stupid?! you think i don't listen to you when you speak on the phone? how you tell him to stop calling you when i'm around?"

every single word feels like a dagger into your chest, he's unable to stop himself with the questioning and the pain on your heart makes you bring one hand to the top of your belly in a protective way, almost by instinct because you know that intense emotions can be harmful for a baby.

"do you think i don't know you're not home until i leave for patrol?! maybe you're too busy letting another asshole fuck you like some cheap whore" and it's what you needed to hear, the last thing you needed to listen from him because now you can't help it.

the tears that start falling from your eyes in silence are just fuel to his anger.

"and now you're crying! can't you stop playing thr victim" and his voice is louder, he's screaming now and you can't think before it slips out of your mouth.

"i'm expecting" it comes out as a whisper, he can't really make your words because his voice mutters yours completely.

"i can't fucking believe you're crying when you're the one cheatin–"

"i'm expecting!" this time when his voice lowers it's your turn to raise your tone and he stops on his tracks. his face turns pale when the words sink on his mind and even the vein on his neck vanishes.

"what?" it's the only thing he manages after swallowing hard, he looks at you in disbelief and your worst fear roars inside of you when you think that he just can imagine his life ruined.

"i'm pregnant" you're still crying and your hand is still holding your belly almost as if you were also scared of losing what you thought was the last thing you had left of jason "i didn't knew how to tell you- i didn't wanted to ruin your life like this, i'm so sorry i'm doing this to you"

your words are slurred and you can't help it, the tears fall down more and more when jason covers his mouth with his hand and sighs. he hides the biggest smile he has let out in years and you can't see it. it looks like he's regretting being with you to your eyes and it breaks you even more.

with your eyes closed and the noise of your struggled breath you can't hear it when he comes closer and his hands are over yours, he looks at you with a spark of pure joy as he cups your cheeks so lovingly it makes your heart ache.

"are you? sweetheart..." he speaks and his voice breaks but you're sure he has never sounded so happy before "why didn't you... you really thought this would ruin my life?"

through your tears and all the fear you still feel doesn't let you speak so you nod feeling your knees weak and jason notices. he holds you into his arms, picking you up to walk and sit on the couch, taking your body in his embrace to cuddle you against his chest.

"there's nothing that i could have wanted more than this" he mutters, his lips pressed against your temple as he caresses your back "never again think that something as important as this could ruin me, okay? you have no idea... how much i've wanted to start a family by your side" jason speaks and there's no trace of anger on his eyes anymore, there are still a few tears rolling down his cheeks but the smile on his lips is there too.

"i didn't knew how to tell you, i'm so sorry" you sob, your arms going around his neck as you hide your face from him in shame "i don't want you to quit your life for us, jason"

"let me clear a few thing up for you, hm?" jason starts, one of his hands sneaks until it finds the small curve of your belly "first of all, you can't call me jason, it's either jay or any of those cheesy nicknames you have for me but never in your life jason" the way he sound deadly serious brings a sense of warmth and safety that you lost in the past weeks and that made it easier for you to breathe as you nod at his words.

"now, i won't quit my life. my life right now is you and this little one, yeah? it's gonna be hard, we're still young but we are a family now and i'll do anything to keep you both safe" jason says, so solemnly it makes you nod without even thinking. he was so right.

and you've been so wrong all this time.

"i'm on the fifth month..." you say, your voice comes out a little hoarse but jason can't help the pretty chuckle he lets out at his excitement.

"do you know what it will be?" he asks softly, leaning in to kiss softly both of your eyes. those were one of your favorites because jason started to kiss your eyes once you told him one of the stories you were told when you were a little girl.

and when you nod at his question he looks at you, waiting for your answer and it bring a small smile to your face after weeks of feeling dead.

"it's a girl... i went to the doctor today, i wished you could have been there" you say as you look away and it only makes you miss the way jason's smile widens and he has to cover his eyes because he's crying all again.

"so were having a little princess, right?" he asks, jason sounds so happy that just thinking about how you were about to hide this from him makes you sick, but there's nothing that can bring down how you feel when he smiles like that "will i be able to read to her when she goes to bed?"

how easy had been for you to deny yourself from the pleasure and joy of letting him know before but it wasn't late to make up for all of this. having a family with the love of your life was really a dream come true.

[fcthots]

Not to make the 'Gus taking a bath' post even more cracky but to make it more cracky but if it's Gotham, the neighbors may not believe it that the cops actually tried to find out, so try to flag down Batman or another Bat vigilante to check in. Jason hates this more. Especially if it's Robin and he makes a remark about losing to -an obviously superior being- a cat.

❄️/🌌 anon (only adding both until I know what I am in your list lol)

DJFHDJHVB ANSWERED THIS AS SOON AS I SAW IT BC IT'S SO FUNNY

Robin is just patrolling on the rooftops, making sure everything's ok when he sees someone flagging him down from below.

He extends his grapple to land safely. "You really try to avoid walking the streets of Gotham alone at this hour. Is there anything you require immediate assistance with or are you looking to be escorted home?"

"I need your help. My neighbor is being abused!"

"By whom? A partner?"

"Yes! Hurry; you have to stop it!" The lady runs off and Robin follows her, preparing himself for a fight. Those who abuse their partners are some of the worst scum on the planet, and Damian feels the need to save the innocent.

He recognizes their location, just outside of crime alley. And even weirder, he recognizes the apartment building. He's spent several nights there. How could Todd's incompetence stop him from noticing such a situation in his own building?

Damian begins getting even more suspicious when the elevator hits the penthouse floor. There's no way this could have been overlooked. Eventually the woman leads him to a door he knows all too well. Damian sighs.

"Thank you, ma'am. Please go back into your apartment for your safety.”

A doubtful look crosses her face. "Can't you hear the yelling? No one believes me. He'll try to deny it, but that's what they all do! I know what I hear!"

"I will investigate it. Please return to your apartment." The woman goes back into her apartment and Damian knows she's got her ear to the door.

"-tt-"

He knocks on the door, hearing the following the sounds of several things falling to the ground and a yelp, not helping your case.

You open the door. "Oh, hey! We were just trying to bathe Gus. What are you here for?"

Damian points to the wall and then at his ear, signifying that someone is listening in. "Are you being abused?" He watches the dots connect in your head.

"No. I am not being abused. Thank you for checking on me."

"I'm afraid I must speak to your partner."

"This way," you turn your head and lead Damian down the hall. "JAY, ROBIN'S HERE."

"WHY?"

Finally you lead him into the bathroom and he sees Jason covered in cat scratches. "You just repeatedly have to make my life more difficult, Todd? I don’t even know how I'm supposed to defend you to that woman. Your wounds from your, clearly superior, opponent look like defensive wounds."

Jason hangs his head and lets it hit the bathtub. "Just tell her you you didn’t see any evidence, but you'll keep looking into it."

You finally pipe up again. "So, while you're here, can you guard the bathroom door while I go grab a towel?"

[jvsons]

Hi! I love your blog so much

Can I request a Jason Todd x reader where the reader is pregnant and she tells Jason

☰ CONFESSING YOU’RE PREGNANT

⤐ jason todd x reader

- masterlist

- wc | 627

- warnings | mentions of pregnancy, fem implied reader (can def be seen as gn), very slight suggestive comment at the end

- summary | jason todd is many things, but a stable man is not one of them.

- author’s note | ayyy guess who’s back from the dead, thank you anon for the request! apologies if you wanted this to be pure fluff, i kinda hopped on the angst train and got a little silly

“Jason.”

Trembling hands worked along damp seams, patching polar bandages to dewy skin. Each finished thread through bruised nerves projected all but a quiet sigh from the man below you, free hand mushed into freshly washed locks.

You hadn’t expected a response from him, dripping with fading adrenaline and frayed patience. Post patrol for his vigilantism was akin to a hangover, forcing his eyes shut to block out dimmed lights as his foot tapped relentlessly against the bathroom floor. Your eyelashes netted sweat as you continued to work, lips pursed into a thin line at the refusal of your fingers to steady.

It was just short of 4 in the morning. Jason had arrived at the same time he would every typical patrol night, reeking of downtown Gotham and riddled with injuries. You had learned to suppress the worry that carried along with each return, holding on to each promise that he would be fine. You believed him. Jason was a strong man. Physically.

And as stable as he was learning to become, you dreaded what would happen if he took the faintest of glances to the small trash beside you.

His mood usually began to lift an hour after getting home. Ever so slightly, the movement of his leg began to slow from what you could only assume was growing fatigue.

“Sorry that your hair smells like cherry vanilla.” You leaned forward, swiping a flock of wet bangs to the side of his forehead. “Your favorite shampoo is on sale at Batmart, I’ll go buy some after work.”

His uncovered eye peaked out from your gesture, unchanging in demeanor despite your smile. A few moments of silence passed before he reached down, swiping a package of bandages from the area beside your foot.

He effortlessly stretched past you, dipping a hand into the trash despite your efforts to shield him.

“The shampoo can wait.”

Your next breath swept itself dry in the depths of your throat as his hand retreated to your vision, spinning a two-lined pregnancy test around before lowering it.

“Jason, I-“

“Is this yours?”

You could only spare a partially audible cough before nodding.

A soft clack rang out as the test hit the floor, followed by an undistinguished noise from your lover. His hands found themselves rubbing slack against his face, running over sensitive wounds and premature tears alike.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry.” His breath rolled out as a shudder, slightly muffled by the hand cupped over his mouth. “I should’ve been more careful, I.. I didn’t mean to…”

You slowly reached forward, thumbs swiping newly forming tears from his ducts as choked sobs escaped underneath. Weighted with uncertainty, you took the hand he held over his face, clasping trembling fingers over your own.

“I can’t… I can’t be a father.”

His mouth molded into a thin line, eyebrows knitting firmly together as you ran your free hand over his jaw. The trace stopped at the shell of his ear, fluttering back to run free amongst now partially dried strands of raven hair.

“You can, love.” Your voice was small, adding in a small nod as his gaze rose to contest yours. “You can, only if you want to.”

If a single brush of wind had passed outside, you would’ve failed to pick up the “okay” he let out. Shallow nods followed his a rising flush on his face, eyes averting the next moment, followed by silence and a squeeze to your hand.

“What are you thinking?”

“Nothing bad.” His gaze flicked back to you, earning a ghostly smile along the way at the sight of your relief. “I’m just wondering how, you know,”

You snorted, lightly slapping his arm before he could finish.

“Alright, you need to go to bed.”

[kiwisfics]

Gluggaveður (Icelandic) – Literally translates to “window-weather,” the type of weather that is best appreciated indoors

Summary: Post-patrol, Dick walks into a common sight that somehow never fails to make his heart race. Pure fluff.

A/N: The prompt kinda got lost in my yearning for domestic bliss.

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The first indication that [Name] had been up long enough to see the start of the rainfall—somewhere in the hours of three to four in the morning—was the towel hanging on the outside of their apartment door. Dick took the time to notice the pattern on the towel, proclaiming something about beach days and decorated with patterns that echoed the spirit of summer.

Whether she’d intentionally chosen her most colorful and fun towel to greet him after a long night of patrol that had him soaked to the bone or it had been an accident, some of the weight of the dark sights and water-heavy suit suddenly melted from his shoulders.

He dried his hair as he unlocked the door and stepped through, before letting the towel rest around his neck as he began to shed his suit.

“I’m changing in the hall, [Name],” he rose his voice just enough to be heard throughout the apartment. Tonight wouldn’t be the first time she’d heard shuffling by their door and chose to challenge the perceived threat with a baseball bat.

In further testament to how well she knew him, a clean pair of sweatpants were folded on top of a kitchen chair she’d pushed into the hallway to greet him.

Changed into the sweats and with his suit left hanging on the chair, he finally rounded the corner to their living room, meeting a sight that he’d never get enough of.

Pride & Prejudice rested open on her lap, nearly finished after Jason’s insistence that she finally read it; their cat was curled up at the top of the recliner, a him-shaped circle worn into it on account of how often he spent curled up behind Kiwi in that very position. Kiwi had moved the recliner to face the window, though, clearly enjoying the storm raging outside and giving her the perfect backdrop for a night spent reading.

Now, though, as the sun brushed the edge of the horizon, she was fast asleep, a trail of drool dried on her chin.

The warmth that burned in his chest was enough to stop him in his tracks, all thoughts other than those of adoration falling behind the backdrop of all-encompassing affection.

Finally, after taking in the scene before him for long enough to sear it within his memory—again; a fresh picture of the domestic bliss that awaited him when he found his way home after nights of anger, fear, and chaos—he moved to the chair, and gave only the briefest warning of her name falling from his lips before he lifted her into his arms to carry her in the direction of their bedroom.

A sleep-addled mumble escaped her before she blinked open her eyes, “You even shower yet? You stink.” In contrast to her words, she shifted in his grip to wrap her arms around his neck and buried her nose against his pulse, breathing in the scent of his cologne, dulled but not covered by the scent of Gotham-tainted rain and Nightwing-gained sweat.

“You’re going to wake up sore sleeping in that chair. Had to get you to bed first.”

She let out a heavy sigh, “Worrier.”

He dropped her onto their bed with little grace, earning a playful huff from her as she settled into the mattress. “I’ll be back.”

With a chaste kiss against her forehead, he headed toward the bathroom, and she burrowed her way beneath the blankets, “You always are.”

[kindlingkeen]

4, 11, 12, 44 for the ask game

Hi anon, thanks so much for the ask! 💙

From this list of fic writer asks

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

The shower, so consistently that I’m pretty sure it’s witchcraft.

More seriously, I’m definitely inspired by other fics I’ve read, the comics, and the movies (UtRH ofc, and the lego batfam movie in particular). I’ve been watching the original 1990s Batman the Animated Series cartoon recently and been drawing a lot of inspiration from there.

Comments on ao3 and asks here are a huge source of inspiration.

I also have a brainstorming buddy that I talk out loud with to generate ideas.

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

I’ve really tried, and I just can’t do it. There’s too much good stuff out there. If you look at my blog under the tags ‘keen converses’ and ‘fic rec’ you’ll see a bunch of posts of fic recs. I’ll add two more here, inspired by my beloved mutual @bonerot19’s recent post. These are two of my favorite alt format fics:

Batstream by RandomReader13 @theawkwardvirgin, the bats livestream their patrol

IRIS Log #1548 by deadchannelradio @deadchannelradio, a transcript of the bats comm channel

12. how does receiving or not receiving feedback/support impact you?

I could write a whole blog post on this topic. I’m going to distill it down to a general statement and an anecdotal story.

Feedback and support create a positive feedback loop that makes me more likely to choose to write than to do something else with my precious free time. There’s a special kind of joy I get from ao3 comments and tumblr asks; they’re tangible proof other people are enjoying what I create (isn’t that what every artist wants to some degree?). When I get insightful comments or curious questions, it makes me think more deeply about the story I’m telling, and my writing gets better for it. Wanting to know what my repeat long commenters think about a chapter helps keep me on a schedule. Even just a <3 makes me smile and reopen my google doc that much faster.

My anecdotal story / PSA to leave a comment … I work a hugely stressful, emotionally demanding job. I was legit crying in the bathroom one night when I got an email notification for a comment on Asymmetrical Warfare. It was short, sweet and to the point—the equivalent of ‘this is fun, Jason is so badass,’ but it was more than enough to make me smile, square my shoulders, and get back to it.

Feedback doesn’t have to be profound or earth shattering. Just a few simple words, emojis, keyboard smashes — they matter more than you may think.

44. What mistakes do you keep making no matter how many times your beta corrects you?

Way too many commas.

Thanks so much for the ask, anon!! 💙

[batfam-rewrites]

Batfam During Quarantine: 27 Minutes (Remastered)

Batfam During Quarantine: 27 Minutes

Hey, quick heads up, this is a slightly reworked version of the third post I made for this series. My continuity on this series got really messed up for a bit and I have so many drafts that I still have yet to publish so I'm going through all of my old stuff to fix the chronology of the stories and also put a bit more pressure on me to finish this series. Please keep in mind that my writing skills kinda improve throughout the series, but this one has been the most reworked so far, and there is a good chance this will be reworked again in the future.

Dick: Good morning adopted dad!

Bruce: *grunts*

Tim: Bruce is so stressed out. Yesterday I watched him stare at a page load for 1 second and he screamed his head off. He almost destroyed the computer.

Jason: I literally saw him counting grey hairs the other day. Whatever it is it must be Tim’s fault.

Tim: Don’t you blame this on me....

Dick: *speaks over Tim* Okay so anyway, here’s the challenge, *speaks a bit lower* first person to make Bruce smile gets to drive the Batmobile on their next patrol.

Cassandra: Awesome, how do we decide who.......

Jason: *walks over to Bruce*

Cassandra: Never mind.

Jason: Hey Bruuuuuce.

Bruce: *glares at Jason while slurping coffee*

Jason: Want some breakfast? *turns on stove* How about some eggs!

Bruce: What do you want?

Jason: Nothing! Just to see my *pauses a bit* old man smile.

Bruce: I will shank you.

Jason: Loving this new color on you? You should be pissed off all the time.

Bruce: Go away.

Jason: Okay......d.....d...da...

Alfred: Don’t burst a blood vessel Jason.

Jason: No, I can do this. Da......d.a....dad *sighs and puts his hand on the stove* AHHH, FUCKER!

Bruce: Jason, are you okay!

Jason: GET AWAY FROM ME, I CAN DO THIS BY MYSELF BRUCE! *quickly runs to the bathroom to run cold water over his hand*

Duke: Well that was entertaining!

Cassandra: *lays head on Bruce’s shoulder and hugs him*

Bruce: *hugs Cassandra back but no smile*

Damian: Father, I brought you a gift. *pulls out a picture of the entire batfamily together*

Bruce: *Bruce smiles* Thanks Damian, that’s really thoughtful of you.

Damian: *turns towards everyone and points* YES SUCK IT LOSERS!

Daily Briefing

Dick: Okay, so we have reached a low point of criminal activity for Gotham City which is a good thing.

Cassandra: A bit funny how it took a pandemic to make Gotham a bit peaceful.

Dick: Exactly my point. Now, with that said, we will still be doing patrols starting at 11. Tim, this is your week on sanitation duty. Throughout the day we will train a bit harder than normal. There will be scheduled times and you will each have partners. Try to train no less than two and a half hours a day. Training should include sparing, cardio, strength, and tumbling. Try to spar with someone new every week.

Dick: Also Jason, you remember when you said you wish you could fall like me.

Jason: I was being sarcastic.

Dick: I will finally be teaching you how to do pommel horse 1 hour a week like you asked.

Jason: I will kill you.

Duke: Being honest, I’d like to try high bar and floor. I feel it will be very beneficial for me in the long run.

Dick: Awesome! You got it. Now everyone has until tomorrow to pick their partner, I know my partner will be Jason. 

Jason: Fuck you.

Dick: Also, last thing before I make the training schedules and routines, I need to address something. There are quite a lot of people in Gotham City still refusing to wear mask. During the day lets try to hand out mask with our own designs on them to everyone who we come across during the day. I already ordered them and they should be here by Saturday, so that is something we will be doing starting next week. 

*alarm sounds off in the batcave*

Alfred: It would seem there is a fire at Wayne Tower on the thirty-second floor.

Dick: Alright, Duke, Jason, and I will go to check it out. Everyone else do what you would normally do.

Tim and Bruce

Tim: Hey Bruce, I brought you some coffee!

Bruce: How many cups have you had?

Tim: Three large cups.

Bruce: After......

Tim: *mumbles* The five cups I had with breakfast.

Bruce: There we go.

Tim: Okay so what are we doing?

Bruce: Someone found a weakness in Wayne Tech's firewall and is trying to hack into my server. If they do so they will have knowledge of the companies upcoming projects, along with the identities of our persona’s.

Tim: How long do we have?

Bruce: 27 minutes. Try to locate the hacker.

Nightwing, Red Hood, and The Signal

Time- 19:37

Nightwing, Red Hood, The Signal: *all pull up on their motorcycles at Wayne Tower*

Fire Marshal: *approaches the three vigilantes* Hey Nightbird....*looks at Red Hood and The Signal* and gang, look, this wasn't a big fire, it was contained very quickly so there's nothing really to worry about.

The Signal: So we’re good to go, awesome!

Fire Marshal: There's not much you can really do, so yeah.

Nightwing: Thank you fire marshal but if you don't mind, we'd like to stick around for the investigation.

Fire Marshal: No, that's not necessary! We have it all covered!

Red Hood: I take it that you haven't been in Gotham for long. It wasn't an offer, it was a statement.

Fire Marshal: *sighs* Very well.

Nightwing, Red Hood, The Signal: *walk into the building and make there way up to the stairs up to the thirty-second floor*

Tim: Nightwing, are you still at Wayne Tower?

Nightwing: Yeah, what’s up?

Tim: We’re dealing with a hacker trying to get into the server at Wayne Inc. We think the hacker is inside the building....

Nightwing: Say no more! We’re on it!

Tim: Find him fast, we have t-16 minutes and 55 seconds to find him!

Fire Fighter: *runs by to a fire truck* Lets go, lets go!

The Signal: What's going on?

Fire Fighter: There’s been another fire across town. Lets move out!

Nightwing: Shit *mumbles under his breath* Okay, Signal, investigate the fire upstairs. Red Hood, search the building, there is a hacker somewhere and we need to find him before he hacks us! I'll go to the next fire!

The Signal: Got it.

Red Hood: Understood. 

Nightwing: *bolts out into the stairway towards the ground level* Red Robin, I'm on my way to another fire, Red Hood is in charge of looking for the hacker and Signal is investigating the fire.

Tim: No time! I'll send The Signal to search for the hacker, too! Investigate the fire later!

Nightwing: Got it!

Tim: Signal, Red Hood! Start looking for the hacker!

Red Hood: Already doing so!

The Signal: But Nightwing said...

Tim: Shut up and do it!

The Signal: Got it!

Alfred and Julia

Alfred: What are we watching

Julia: Well, I thought that with both of us being former spies, I thought we could watch an American film franchise called Mission Impossible.

Alfred: And tear it apart by it’s inaccuracies!

Julia: Yes!

Alfred: Sounds wonderful!

Tim and Bruce

Time- 13:17

Harper: I came as fast as I could.

Bruce: Good, set up your computer.

Harper: Why isn’t Alfred helping?

Bruce: Shut up and get to work.

Harper: Okay then!

Signal

Time- 12:14

The Signal: Fuck! *runs through and between all of the Wayne Enterprise employees* Sorry, excuse me! Coming through! *keeps searching for someone hunched over their computer* Out of the way! Coming through! I'm so sorry! *makes his way back to the stairs and climbs up to the fortieth floor, opens the door and finds the floor empty, but still hears the sound of a guy typing away* Signal to Red Hood, potential suspect on the fortieth floor!

Red Hood: Copy that, standing by!

The Signal: *turns the corner and gets into a stance*

Hacker 1: *looks over* Ah!

Hacker 2: *jumps up behind The Signal and kicks him in the back*

The Signal: Uck! Red Hood, hackers on the fortieth floor!

Red Hood and The Signal

Time- 12:14

Red Hood: *walks on to the twentieth floor and lifts his pistols in the air and fires two rounds* Everybody, go down to the next floor now!

Everyone: *rushes off to the stairs*

Red Hood: *observing everyone that leaves the floor*

The Signal: Signal to Red Hood, potential suspect on the fortieth floor!

Red Hood: Copy that, standing by! *continues to observe the crowd and notices a face* Hey you!

Noah: *looks around and points to himself*

Red Hood: *points* Yeah, you!

Noah: *walks over nervously* Please don't hurt me, I don't want any trouble!

Red Hood: Relax, I'm not going to hurt anyone here. We're just looking for a guy. What's your name?

Noah: My name is Noah.

Red Hood: Sup Noah....

The Signal: Red Hood, hackers on the fortieth floor!

Red Hood: Gotta go! *pushes through the crowd and runs up the stairs, then enters the door for the fortieth floor*

Hackers 1 and 2: *holding The Signal by his arms and legs*

Red Hood: *raises his pistols and fires a few shots at the hackers, but misses and takes a few heavy breaths* That was a warning shot! Next time I won't miss, drop my partner!

Hackers 1 and 2: *drop The Signal and charge at Red Hood*

Red Hood: *dives out of the way and turns around and shoots the hackers with rubber rounds* You guys probably should have spent less time coding and more time in physical education in high school! *taps his helmet* Red Hood to Bat-cave, we got the hackers!

Tim: Good, now look for a R.A.T.!

The Signal: Ew! Gross!

Tim: Not an actual rat, a Remote Access Tool!

Red Hood: What's it look like?

Tim: You're looking for a window on the computer or maybe a USB connected plugged into it!

Red Hood: *checks one of the computer screens*

The Signal: *checks the other computer screen*

Red Hood: Nothing out of the ordinary!

The Signal: Same here!

Tim: Keep looking, it has to be somewhere!

Red Hood: *keeps looking* Tell Batman he's going to need to buy some new shit for this floor! *starts picking up computers and smashes them to the floor*

The Signal: Red Hood! What are you doing?

Red Hood: Narrowing down our options!

Nightwing

Time- 9:23

Nightwing: *pulls up with the fire trucks at the apartment complex in flames, hooks up a small oxygen tank to his waist and connects the hose to his mask, then sees a resident waving from the terrace on the third floor, he then rushes over and climbs up each terrace and fires a grappling hook from his escrima stick onto the top of the building* Step over the railing, I got you! *he gestures for the resident to step over*

Resident: *steps over the railing and into Nightwing's arms*

Nightwing: *holds on to his escrima stick which slowly lowers them down he then lets go of the resident*

Resident: *runs to a safe place with the other residents*

Nightwing: *turns the valve and runs inside the building, checking for any other residents stuck inside*

Firefighters: *start spraying the apartment*

Kid: Help!!!

Nightwing: *runs up the stairs to where the yelling is coming from and finds a parent lying on the floor unconscious*

Kid: *crying* Help, my.... my...

Nightwing: *kneels down and places a hand on the kids shoulder* Hey, you're dad's going to be okay, but right now we have to get out of here. Okay?

Kid: *nods their head*

Nightwing: *lifts up the kids dad over his shoulder and carries the kid as he begins to rush down the stairs only to see the stairs going to the first floor are engulfed in flames, then drops the kid and the dad gently against a wall as he grabbed the fire extinguisher and clears a path for them to go down, then lifts the kid and dad back up and runs down the stairs and out of the door*

Paramedic: *runs over with a stretcher*

Nightwing: *helps lay the dad on the stretcher then runs back in, shooting a grappling hook at the roof and reels himself up the stairway, climbing three floors before the ceiling gives way and Nightwing falls*

Batgirl: *reaches out for Nightwing's arm* Ah!

Nightwing and Batgirl

Time- 5:54

Nightwing: Aren't you a sight for foggy eyes! *reaches up with his other arm up to the railing and crawls over the railing* Are you okay?

Batgirl: *starts to lift a few of the residents* Ow! Come on! We have to get these people to the paramedics!

Nightwing: Go to the fire escape!

Batgirl: Not safe, the metal is starting to bend!

Nightwing: *pushes against the railing he just climbed over* This one is holding! Go check the top floor, if no one is there head down!

Batgirl: *goes up to check the top floor*

Nightwing: *attaches a grappling line to the railing and carries the two other residents reels them all down then races out of the building to meet the paramedics*

Batgirl: *finds one more resident and taps their shoulder* Are you okay?

Resident: *starts to wake* Uhhhh.

Batgirl: Can I help you?

Resident: *goes limp*

Batgirl: *carries the unconscious resident out of the room and reels them both down the building, then racing out of the building to meet with the paramedics*

Bruce, Tim, and Harper

Time- 4:37

Harper: Ha! Gotcha sucker!

Bruce: Did you stop them?

Harper: No, but I got their IP Address! Computer is being accessed on the twentieth floor!

Red Hood and The Signal

Time- 4:07

Tim: THE HACKER IS ON THE TWENTIETH FLOOR!!!

Jason: Son of a bitch!

The Signal: On our way there!

Red Hood and The Signal: *running down the stairs*

The Signal: About what happened.... (being manhandled like a jump rope)

Red Hood: We have bigger problems right now!

The Signal: Right, right!

Jason: *slows down for a second, then races down fast* Shit, I KNOW WHO THAT MAN WAS!

The Signal: *tries to catch up* Red Hood! 

Red Hood: *bursts through the door for the twentieth floor and unleashes a primal roar*

Noah: *still sitting down* You're smarter than I remember Red Hood! Don't bother grabbing your guns. I'll be gone before you even fire.

Red Hood: *taps the side of his helmet to send video of the situation to The Signal* The hackers on the fortieth floor, they were...

Noah: Yes, just a distraction! Really impressed by your physicality by the way, but I sure bet you are exhausted right now.

Red Hood: I can still take you out!

Noah: No you can't. Hans!

Hans: *grabs Red Hood*

The Signal: *turns invisible and sneaks past Hans and Red Hood, then approaches Noah and bashes the laptop with his escrima sticks*

Noah: Nooooo!!!

The Signal: *kicks Noah and whacks him a few times with his escrima sticks*

Red Hood: *knocks his head against Hans' head*

Hans: *lets go of Red Hood and stumbles back*

Red Hood: *turns then kicks Hans' chest, then reaches forward and tases Hans*

The Signal: *becomes visible and ties up Noah*

Red Hood: *ties up Hans* Have I ever mentioned how impressive your meta-human abilities are?

The Signal: You can mention it more, I can use the ego boost!

Red Hood: We captured The Calculator and his goons, how is it on your end Red Robin?

Tim: All clear over hear! Nice work guys!

Alfred, Julia, Stephanie, Cassandra, and Selina

Alfred: Why would he choose the safe house. If this were reality Ethan would have already been arrested.

Stephanie: Alfred, we love you to death, but your ruining an amazing movie.

Julia: The movie ruined itself by it’s inaccuracies. Plus this is our bonding time, you guys weren’t even invited!

Selina: Yeah, but you guys took the only copy and once we saw you watching it, we just really wanted to watch it, too.

Harper: Oh, cool! Mind if I join?

Alfred: *sighs* The more the merrier.

Nightwing and Batgirl

Nightwing: Gotcha Jay, thanks for the info! Alright, our guy lives in apartment 22 on 1807 Zics Street. Let’s head there now and see if we can find him.

Batgirl: Want to get something to eat after?

Nightwing: If we race there we can eat sooner!

Batgirl: Lets go!

Nightwing and Batgirl: *jump on their motorcycles and drive to the apartment where they found the arsonist, then tied him to a lamppost and Batgirl informed the GCPD the location of the arsonist*

Nightwing: So, how has your dad been doing?

Batgirl: Not too bad. He’s been a bit under pressure but he’s doing fine. How is it being a dad at the mansion?

Nightwing: Ohhh god. I had the thought once and decided to leave that duty to Alfred. 

Batgirl: *Barbara laughs*

Nightwing: I help him a bit. It’s been so difficult acting like a grown up. I had to seriously step in when Alfred called Jason “Master Todd”

Batgirl: Please explain further?

Nightwing: Well, because Jason is, well, Jason, he lost his shit because he’s “not a snooty ass rich motherfucker, Alfred!”

Batgirl: Damn, I could so see that.

Nightwing: Yeah, and it doesn’t help that Bruce totally lost the ability to interact with other people. The other day Damian was acting up and Bruce picked him up and shouted “WHERE’S THE OFF BUTTON!”

Batgirl: *laughs harder*

Nightwing: *laughs* I wish you could have been there, it was funnier in person.

Batgirl: *leans her head on Dick’s shoulder* 

Nightwing: I love you Babs.

Batgirl: I love you too, Dick.

Dick

Dick: *got into the batcave and began creating workouts for everyone, then went to the bathroom and took a shower in the batcave, got out, and went upstairs and entered the media room*

Dick: Aw, isn’t this sweet!

Julia: Get the fuck out Dick!

Dick: Damn, okay.

Dick: *walks into the kitchen to see everyone in there*

Tim: Someone took long getting back to the mansion.

Stephanie: What happened.

Dick: I met up with Babs.

Everyone: WHAT!!!!

Damian: No fair. If I knew I could have been with Jon this entire time I would have!

Selina: You’re not able to Damian, and you knew you weren’t suppose to interact with anyone outside of the mansion.

Dick: Chill. Everything is fine. We’re more likely to get sick on patrol then by hanging out with each other.

Selina: In which if we do get sick on patrol and run into each other we then get them sick!

Dick: It's fine! What’s up with Alfred and Julia?

Selina: No....

Jason: They got tired of everyone ruining their family bonding time so they kicked us out.

Dick: That makes sense.

Helena: *rings the doorbell*

Dick: I got it. *walks over to the door and opens it* Helloooo...............

Helena: Hey Dick, you look great!

Dick: *slams the door shut and covers the door*

Jason: *walks up to the door and shoves Dick to the side and opens the door* Hey, Helena! It's so awesome to see you! What are you doing here?

Helena: I’m here to stay and help. Where should I put my bags?

Jason: You could put them in any of the open guest bedrooms up on the third floor! You remember where that is, right?

Helena: Yep!

Dick: Coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcool coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcool. *starts to sit down*

[thatnonbinaryass]

Friendly Alarm

A/N: This was inspired by a convo on Discord involving @pigeon-scratches​ when should have probably been asleep. Characters are not mine, they belong to DC Comics and their respective creators. I just own this story.

I do not consent to my works being posted or translated to other sites.

Count: 271 words, just a small drabble.

Pairing: (Platonic) Batboys x Sister!Reader she/her pronouns used, no bodily description, no use of y/n

Warnings: talk of medication for mental health. Not edited, this was finished at 2 a.m. after a very sudden burst of inspiration. 

They had been on patrol when the text came through. The casual yet concerning “I might have just realized I’ve forgotten to take my meds for like two months.” Jason had let out a long sigh at his adoptive sister, while Dick looked very concerned. Which prompted their current plan. While she cleaned to go to bed, they climbed through her bedroom window for her phone. Moving back outside they recorded their voices reminder her to take her meds. Dick had tried to make it nice, a gentle reminder. Jason had different plans, yelling at her to ‘take your meds bitch.’ It was out of love, and they knew she’d know that. Some of her worst shit they’ve seen, stood by her in her worst times. They slipped back inside, placing her phone in its original place, ensuring everything is as it was. At the sound of the shower turning off, they scrambled towards the fire escape. They watched carefully as she emerged from the small bathroom. No reaction. Leaving when Barbara alerted to a nearby crime. 

So, the next morning as she’s getting ready to go to work, she’s startled to have Jason yelling with a hint of Dick. It works. Grabbing a glass from the kitchen she takes her meds, with a small smile. Grateful for her brothers. Grabbing her phone, she sends a text to the group chat: “thanks guys.” With a deep breath she leaves her apartment, determined to have a good day. 

Awoken by Haley, Dick rolls to check his phone. He soft smile spreads at the message, glad she’d appreciated the reminder. Jason remained asleep.

[pekejscatbed]

I'm Feeling Devious (you're looking glamorous) | Dick x Jason x Roy x Wally

info/warnings: smut & fluff, ftm Dick, fingering, masturbation, filming, pseudo incest, idk what else to put

batman masterlist

I originally planned to have this posted almost two months ago, but then my cat, Cotton Candy, died. And then my other cat, KitKat, got sick a month later, and after syringe feeding her for two weeks, she died, too.

So, yeah. Fanfic author curse is real, I guess.

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Jason is in the midst of freeing himself of the Red Hood uniform when his phone buzzes from the couch, where he haphazardly tossed it upon returning to the safe house after a night of solo patrol; he sighs and ignores it, stripping himself from the rest of his uniform and his underclothes, leaving him in nothing but his Arsenal themed boxers, a black base with little red arrows and gray trucker hats scattered about and the words "Arsenal's Property" sprawled across the ass in fancy, red cursive lettering, custom ordered by Roy as a gag Valentines Day present a couple of years ago (he also owns a pair of Nightwing and Flash boxers, gags gift from all three of his partners that he wore regularly on nights like these, when he's stuck in Gotham by himself, missing his boyfriends who all are on a mission- though normally, they aren't all on the same mission, and Jason is just a little bit salty about it).

The phone buzzes again and this time, Jason picks it up, three messages lit up on his lockscreen under Roy's contact. Jason opens his phone to view the messages, one reading, "missing you jaybaby <3", the second showing a picture of Dick in nothing but his Red Hood red underwear and sitting in Wally's fully clothed lap, the gingers hands on Dick's chest and Dick's hands buried in Wally's fluffy red hair, and the last message being of a video, the starting screen showing an imagine of Wally in all his glory, one hand closed around his erect cock and the other over his mouth, like he's trying to keep quiet, and his eyes are wide open, seemingly staring at something to the side of the camera.

Jason flushes, warmth beginning to swirl around inside his gut as he sits down on the couch, tapping the play button.

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Roy hums into Wally's clothed stomach as the speedster runs his fingers through the other man's greasy hair and asks about the science behind some of Roy's trick arrows, the archer nodding in affirmation to Wally's most recent question, when Wally suddenly stops playing with the others hair and ceases his questioning, and Roy looks up at him in question only to see him staring at something behind Roy with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. Turning his head, Roy wolf whistles at the sight before his eyes, a grin settling on his face; Dick is standing in front of the bed bare ass naked, and what a fine ass it is, back turned to his two ginger boyfriends as he rummages through his suitcase, pulling out a pair of red boxer shorts- the same exact shade as Jason's Red Hood helmet- and turns around, showing off his bush and smirking at the sight of the others as he steps into the underwear, pulling them up his legs. He doesn't put on a shirt, breasts on full display.

"You're drooling, Walls."

Wally wipes at his mouth with his hand. "You're just that hot, babe."

"Yeah," Roy nods in agreement and sits up from his place between Wally's thick speedster thighs, grin still on his face "I'd kill to be in that bush."

"Go take a shower, Roy." Dick smiles as he speaks, walking to the bed to lightly shove the archer off, who dramatically stumbles for a second before catching himself. The ravenette pulls him into a quick kiss then shoos him away, watching him walk to the bathroom Dick had just exited and listening for the sound of the water turning back on.

Dick crawls into Wally's lap at the sound of the water running, legs on either side of the latter's strong thighs. Wally is fully clothed, preferring the comfort of his Nightwing themed lounge pants and one of his old Flash t-shirts from before he became The Flash himself, the logo faded to almost nothing, while Dick prefers little clothes after bathing. Wally's hands easily find his boyfriends hips, Dicks hands running over Wally's shoulders to the back of his neck, curling the gingers hair around his fingers, and they both lean in, capturing each other's lips in a soft kiss.

"You taste like cookies." Dick speaks as he pulls away from the kiss, eyes roaming Wally's face, silently counting the freckles dusting his skin.

Wally hums, eyes closed as he soaks in his lover's attention, content. "Flavored lip balm. Do you like it?"

Leaning in for another kiss, Dick whispers "yes" against the speedsters' lips. His tongue darts out to lick at Wally's flavored lips, savoring the sweet taste of cookie lip balm, and Wally lets out a small groan into Dick's mouth, who takes the chance to slip his tongue inside the gingers mouth. As they kiss, the ravenette reaches for one of the hands on his waist, slowly guiding Wally to his chest, and he shivers as the hand cups his breast and thumbs over his nipple, bringing his own hand back to Wally's neck and burying his fingers in the others hair, lightly gripping as Wally begins to tweak his nipple. Dick's body reacts to his boyfriends' touch, hips rolling and grinding against Wally, who bucks his own hips up to meet Dicks, the movement and pressure going straight to the pair's groins, Wally's length hardening within the confines of his pants and moisture growing between Dicks legs.

As the pair continue to grind against one another, kissing and groping and moaning, Roy finishes his shower, exiting the hotel bathroom in nothing but a white towel that sits low on his waist, happy trail on display. He whistles again as he takes in the beauty that is his lovers moving together through gasps and pants, hands roaming each other's bodies. He wants to preserve the moment, to capture the charm and elegance that his boyfriends possess, that their bodies emit as passion and pleasure takes over and bubbles around them, spilling over their surroundings and filling the air with a pure, unfiltered lust that has Roy's whole body enveloped in warmth. The archer leans against the dresser/TV stand combo that sits on the wall across from the bed and grabs his phone from the corner where he set it when they came in, opening his camera to capture his lover's passion in a photograph- Dick's near naked body in Wally's lap, the two kissing and grinding as Wally gropes at Dick's bare skin and Dick tugs at Wally's ginger locks.

"Jay's gonna love this." Roy speaks as the picture is taken, then sets his phone back down, admiring his present boyfriend's bodies, their love, and the two take a minute to keep pressing against one another before they're pulling away to catch their breaths, and Dick turns his head to look at Roy, panting as he smiles.

"Wanna make him a movie, baby?" Wally whines and buries his head in the crevice between Dicks neck and shoulder, pressing kisses to his naturally tan skin. "You like that, Walls?"

Wally nods into the ravenettes neck, teeth grazing skin as he begins to lick and suck and nip.

"I think we should make him the star, yeah?" Roy's voice is deep, raspy with lust, and the words force another whine from Wally's throat.

Dick smirks in agreement. "Yeah." And then he's lifting himself from Wally's lap and off the bed, standing despite Wally's protesting, hands grabbing at Dick's arms in attempt to keep him there, held against Wally's warm body. Leaning down, Dick presses a soft kiss to Wally's lips and holds his face in his hands, forcing Wally to look up at him from his spot on the bed. "Wanna put on a show for Jason, baby?" Wally nods. "Be a good boy and listen to me then, okay?"

Wally nods again, a soft "okay" leaving his lips as he nuzzles into his boyfriend's hands.

"Good boy." Dick holds Wally's head against his chest for a moment, petting his ginger locks as Wally gives a sweet kiss to his breast. Then, Dick is pulling away, ordering Wally to strip as he walks towards where Roy is still leaning up against the dresser, watching them with a look of fondness.

He greets Roy with a kiss that ends as quick as it started, then stands pressed up against him, wrapping an arm around Roy's waist as an arm twice the size of Dick's own is wrapping around his shoulder, the two leaning on one another. Roy has his phone out again before Dick even has to ask, but Wally is already out of his clothes by the time he presses record; no matter, more interesting things will be happening tonight.

"What should we have him do first, doll?" The question is directed towards Dick, and he hums at Roy's words.

"I wanna see how long he can touch himself without cumming." Dick pauses to gauge Wally's reaction, who's erect cock twitches at the words. "You think Jason will like that?

Roy nods, because Jason is into that (especially when Jason himself is the one not allowed to cum). "Jaybird will love it."

"You heard him, Walls, be a good boy and touch yourself for us. For Jay."

Wally does as told, hand taking hold of his cock, thumb swiping over the slit and rubbing pre over himself, beginning to jerk himself as he watches Dick and Roy watch him. Dicks fingers rub lazy circles around his clit through his boxers, though his eyes are trained on Wally, watching the way the speedster strokes himself. Roy isn't touching himself, but the towel is gone, polling around his feet on the floor, and his cock is erect, standing tall and curved slightly to the left. He presses hot kisses into the skin of Dicks neck, pausing occasionally to suck and bite until a red mark blossoms like roses in the spring, and when Wally looks at Roy, Roy looks right back instantly, staring into Wally's eyes despite his mouth being attached to their boyfriend's neck. Wally's cock twitches in his hand, more pre beading from the tip and spilling over, dribbling down his cock and over his hand.

When he looks back over to Dick, he has to squeeze the base of his shaft, because Dick's underwear have been pushed halfway down his thighs and he has three fingers inside his pussy, and when he pulls them out, they're covered in a sheen liquid, before he pushes them right back in, and then Roy is moving his hand from around Dicks shoulder and down his back, then to his ass, then between his legs; Dick moans as the tip of Roy's index finger enters his already full cunt, and Wally groans in response as he throws his free hand over his mouth to quiet himself, the scene, the sounds all too much-

Spurts of cum erupt from Wally's cock, coating his stomach and hand in milky white: the first of many orgasms this night.

[faesystem]

Have a fic(?) that was just meant to be me giving multiple ideas about a trope I like. The original start to this post is blow, quotes end when the fic starts. Please see the end notes for notes about Tim's family situation.

"My favourite Batfam AUs are where Tim and Jason were friends prior to Jason's death. And I specifically mean friends, not brothers. I do not mean the Tim gets adopted by Bruce early fanfictions. (Nothing against you if you enjoy/create those, just not really my cup of tea most of the time.)

Here are some ideas for set ups for that AU:"

Bat-Stalker Tim Homeless Jason

Tim Drake, our resident Batman stalker, likes to help out the homeless while he's out in the city. Jason is obviously really concerned for Timmy, especially after the kid tells him that he's out on the streets at night willingly, but can't afford to help.

What he can do is invite him to sit with him for a bit. Jason can't afford to get attached, so he rationalises it to himself. It's clear Timmy is lonely and needs someone to talk to, and by being that someone for a bit it means he's not in debt when accepting things from the kid.

It's not often that they do that, so Jason never really thought much of it. Tim on the otherhand thought a lot about it. Unlike the Bats, Jason didn't have a patrol route he could crack, so he only got to see him when he was lucky enough to. He ended up making a huge flowchart system of where Jason was most likely to be on any given night and would check all those places while he stalks Batman.

Tim was a really, really lonely kid. Getting positive attention from someone was rare, and with Jason it seemed never ending. No expectations for him to behave a certain way, no judgement for anything he talks about, nothing. The only thing he feels as though he cannot tell Jason is about him following around Batman and Robin, but that's more for their sake than his own.

Then suddenly, Tim heard on the news that Jason was adopted by Bruce Wayne. You know, the Batman?

Tim was so excited for Jason. If anyone deserved being adopted by Batman, wow. It was Jason. He was so kind and cool and always made time to talk to Tim-

Oh.

Well, Tim supposes they won't be able to talk like they used to.

Which is fine. Jason'll probably get a phone, they could talk like that. And their families were in similar social circles, they'd probably go to events together. He'd just wait until he caught Jason at a gala and give him his number and then things will be all good.

As it turned out, it was harder than expected to see Jason. As months went by Tim was wondering if they'd ever get to meet again. Jason avoided events like the plague and Tim was not allowed to go on his own to most of them.

As months went by, Tim found out that there was a new Robin.

He knew it was Jason the moment he laid eyes on him and it took everything in his power not to rush over and talk to him. He was friends with Robin. That is so cool.

It felt like forever before Tim finally ended up at an event Jason was at. He did not even have to ask his parents if he could go up and talk to Jason, because one of the first things they did was head up to Mr. Wayne and Jason.

His parents shook hands with Mr. Wayne and he was almost bubbling out of his skin trying to catch Jason's eye. He was certain his perfectly tailored gala smile was a touch too wide, but it was alright since he was still young.

Jason looked at him.

Looked away.

Not even an ounce of acknowledgement.

Oh.

Tim ended up excusing himself to the bathroom. He had a quick cry, careful not to make noise, and began to think about it logically while he waited for the puffiness in his face to die down.

It had been a long time since they last spoke. Jason had been Robin for months by now, and a Wayne even longer. Tim knew it was probably one of those two things as to why Jason didn't want to be friends anymore. (Or, maybe just didn't view them as friends anymore? Oh he should stop thinking about this he'll cry again. No, no, be productive Timothy.)

The Drakes and the Waynes were technically in the same social circles, but they were not exactly in the same social circle. It would make a lot of sense if Tim was not someone Jason could be friends with anymore.

Or it could be a Robin thing. Pretending not to know Tim because now that he's Robin that puts people he knows in danger.

Tim figured it was probably the latter, he could not see Jason caring about the social rules of the wealthy.

If not those two then... What exactly?

The what exactly is that Jason just did not recognise Tim. It had been a long time since he had seen Tim. A lot had changed. He had changed. And Tim definitely did not look like the Timmy he knew.

Timmy always wore oversized baggy clothes. They always looked worn, but the couple of colder nights Timmy managed to convince him to take the sweater off his own back they were soft snd comfortable. All of it was worlds apart from the nicely tailored suit of the gala, and Timmy just had not been on his mind recently.

It was not until a couple of weeks later that he ended up stumbling upon Timmy, out on the street like old times. All of the suppressing his worry for him out of necessity hit him tenfold. He thinks he accidentally told Batman he was going to follow Timmy instead of asking him if he could, but he didn't get yelled at so B was hopefully not mad about it.

Timmy was acting weird. He looked normal for if you did not know him, but that's the problem. He never knew the kid to look normal a day in his life. He was either like a little robot, or literally bouncing off the walls. To him strolling so casually set alarm bells ringing.

He followed closer.

He followed for an hour but Timmy didn't seem to have any destination in mind.

Fuck it was so late, why was he out so late? Just walking? Unlikely. Fuck! Jason was a hero, he can help people. Why didn't he ever think to follow up on his worries about Timmy? Timmy was probably homeless or something by now.

Then suddenly he lost sight of him.

And Jason was panicking. B must have heard him breathing funny, or maybe Jason said something, because B said he'd come help look.

Jason wasn't really paying attention. He was frantic now.

In his panic he almost missed the creak of a fire escape. Not too uncommon for them to make noises, but when he looked he saw Timmy clambering up to a rooftop.

Oh fuck.

Jason was on the rooftop before he could even think about how he was going to handle this. He could not handle this. Fuck.

"Robin? Were you the one following me?"

Jason snapped out of it when he saw Tim standing in the middle of the rooftop. His body language portrayed confusion, and a weird happiness. No signs of wanting to jump.

Jason let out a breath of relief, "You knew I was following you?" He blurted before he could think better of it.

Tim winced and suddenly went stiff, "Sorry."

Sorry? Jesus, this kid- "You're okay." His Robin voice had kicked in, the one he used for civilians, and he was glad for it.

"Why were you following me? Oh wait, you probably can't tell me, I'm sorry."

"No, no, it's okay," Jason soothed, "I..." Fuck, what was a believable story? Oh wait- "You know how that Wayne kid got kidnapped the other week?" He asked, waiting until Tim nodded, "He mentioned to B that there was a kid he was worried about."

"Oh, my apologies, you probably have the wrong kid."

What?

"You sure? You match the description to a T. Timmy?"

Jason saw Timmy.exe run into an error and have to restart. It was a while before Timmy responded again.

"Did he say why he was worried?"

The question was abrupt and seemed to scare Timmy, even though he asked it.

"He said that he didn't know anything about your homelife, but was pretty sure something was wrong. He said he suspected you're an orphan-"

"He's met my parents?" Timmy blurted.

What?

"He seemed to think he hadn't."

"On multiple occasions," Tim was frowning at him like he was trying to see into his soul.

"What sort of occasions?"

"Galas mostly."

Robin froze up, frowning, "Galas," he repeated. He tried running through his head a list of everyone he had ever met at one of those.

"I mean, they do not attend them often and neither does he but I mean. We're neighbours."

What?

"I'm Timothy Drake."

He had not bothered to learn names at all, but he remembered seeing a kid a couple of times at these events. Picturing Timmy with slicked back hair and clothes that fit...

Fuck, Jason was a moron. This entire time Timmy had been right here and he did nothing to look into his home life.

At least he knows he's not starving or homeless or an orphan.

"From what I know, I don't think he knows that."

"Oh."

Jason frowned as Timmy's face split into a wide grin, "What's up?"

Timmy tried to school the expression, but didn't do very well at it, "I thought he was ignoring me, but now I know he just didn't recognise me. Did you get the impression he still wanted to be friends?"

Jesus. He looked way to hopeful about the idea that maybe Jason wasn't intentionally ignoring him and instead just recognise him.

"Yeah. I did get that impression."

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Anyway.

That got out of hand.

End notes: Jack and Janet are not canonically nearly as bad as they are in fanon. However, they were busy people and Tim did not get the supervision he needed in his life. Tim's concerning behaviour Jason references in this AU was as a result of not having his parents in his life enough, and also all of the shit he had witnessed/experienced being out alone in Gotham at night. Though, fanon Jack and Janet I do not mind. You're free to interpret this fic however you want

[inkareds]

Our Little Routines

Jason Todd

nav // dc m.list // ko-fi

✧.* word count: 1.2k

✧.* genre: fluff

✧.* warnings: nothing, reader does skincare/haircare

When the clock strikes at 10 pm two things start. The first is Jason and you start cleaning up the mess accumulated over the day; the second is the two of you start getting ready. 

this was so cute to write and was fully inspired by this post by @batfams-posts also I'm doing a rebrand w the colours, expect lots of changes lmao

When the clock strikes at 10 pm two things start. 

The first is Jason and you start cleaning up the mess accumulated over the day; the second is the two of you start getting ready. 

The only difference is that Jason gets ready for patrol, whilst you get ready for bed. 

There’s a comforting silence in the air as the two of you begin your little routine that you’ve found comfort in. A sense of normalcy before the seeds of worry and fear start in both your hearts. The only sound filling the apartment is the sound of clothes shuffling as the two of you change. 

You, to your comfortable pyjamas, and him, to his gear. 

Then as you move to your bathroom, Jason moves to a further room inside the apartment where he places his guns and ammo, far from the bedroom. Far from being seen by you, as he likes to tell you. He hates involving you in his line of work, even if that’s something as small as seeing the weapons he uses nightly. 

The sounds that follow afterwards are comical. From the bathroom connected to the bedroom, there’s the sound of running water as you wash your face. Not far out of the bedroom, in the living room, Jason has started checking, cleaning, and loading his guns. The machinery clicking and clacking against one another as he checks each barrel to make sure it doesn’t clog when he tries to shoot. 

You chuckle to yourself when you realise, something quiet enough that you don’t think Jason hears, though he does. 

“What are you laughing about there?” He calls with a grin, not that you could see with you now focused on the start of your skincare routine. 

“Nothing,” you smile to yourself in the mirror, knowing even if Jason couldn’t see it, he could hear it. 

In response, Jason puts down his gun and stands up from where he was sitting on the couch. You see him making his way over towards you from the bathroom mirror as you’re patting your skin. You smile at him from the mirror without looking back as he snakes his way into the bathroom and grasps your body for a hug from behind. 

He was fully armoured the same way as you were fully comfortable in your soft pyjamas. 

Once again, the juxtaposition causes you to chuckle. 

“There you go again,” he affectionately rolls his eyes, “Might need you to go to Arkham seeing as you’re going crazy, laughing at nothing and all.” He leans down to press a kiss on the top of your head. 

You shake your head and lightly nudge his stomach as you reach towards your moisturiser.

“I’m just thinking about how funny we look,” you state before your brows quirked at the feeling of your moisturiser container, “Have you been using this?” 

Your gaze returns back to Jason’s on the mirror, raising the moisturiser container to his guilty expression. 

“Nope.” He makes no effort to conceal his guilty smile. 

“Sure, and that’s why there’s only half left when I bought this last month.” You affectionately state before putting back the container and rubbing the product on your face. 

Jason watches your hands move around your face with expertise and smoothness. He remembers when he puts on your moisturiser there’s a sense of awkwardness to him. Sure, it does feel good, self-care and all that, but there’s a sense of awkwardness. As if his hands weren’t used to doing something so delicate that’s directed at him. 

But your fingers work the product easily into your skin, administering just the right amount to properly moisturise the skin without causing an uncomfortable cast atop it. When he realises you’ve finished he leans to smother his face in your neck before muttering. 

“I’ll buy you a new one when you run out.” Before letting you go to continue your routine.

You giggle and hum in appreciation, then reach to ruffle Jason’s hair, relishing in the cleanliness of it before he puts on the helmet and sweats through the night. Speaking of hair, the night was coming to the time when the two of you would have to deal with it. Jason stares at you for a little bit longer as you reach to get your hair oil, grinning to himself at how lucky he is for being able to be with someone like you. All before turning around and leaving the bathroom, of course not without slapping your ass. 

“Jason!” You yell out with no malice whatsoever, in response a loud laughter echoes through the apartment from him. 

When you start oiling and moisturising your hair, Jason is back in the living room looking through his helmet, making sure his communication line with Oracle is secure and nothing is awry with the helmet. When start styling your hair into a comfortable style for bed, he puts on his domino mask, and when you finally tie your hair, his red helmet is secured on his head. 

You make your way towards your bedroom, as he does. Though you reach for the bed and he reaches for the window. 

When you snuggle into the comfortable blankets and pillows, reaching towards your laptop for some entertainment before bed, he’s tightening his jacket around his body to ready for the cold night, and reaching towards the now opened window. 

But right before he leaves, you stare at him, a smile on your lips, one that brings out so much emotion and love through it. As much as you can muster, just in case that was the last time he’d see it. One that you give to him every night, no matter if the two of you just had a fight or not, it didn’t matter. You wanted him to see you smiling and full of love for him right before his patrol, just in case. 

And he can’t take it, can’t take how amazing you look, comfortable snuggled into your shared bed, body completely moisturised and smelling of your favourite lotion, hair done up ready to look incredible in the morning. He just had to quickly take off his helmet and reach towards you. You respond in equal longing. 

Reaching over towards him as your lips encase one another, bringing your hands around the back of his neck, pulling his body close to yours. Though he’s careful not to collapse onto the bed, for a plethora of reasons. The first is that if he does he doesn’t think he’d have it in him to leave for the night and the second is how dirty his patrol clothes actually are. 

When the two of you pull away, your hands lightly play with the hairs at the back of his neck as you both look at each other with so much love and adoration in your eyes. You were the first to break the silence. 

“Come back home safe to me, Jay.” 

And he answers with a smile.  

“Always.” 

And then he jumps into the night, letting the light of the moon and city stars cover him. As you jump back into the bed, letting the bed and silence cover you.

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This was so fun to write! Also as I said in the beginning, I am doing a small rework of my blog cause currently I'm just not vibing with the brown/light academia cafe aesthetic. I won't be doing it all at once (as I'm slightly busy rn) but small things will change here and there! But I am trying to get out of my writing slump.

[donnatr0y]

pls do more if the bat kids were tiktok famous like saw a guy set fire to a skateboard then a kick flip to put it out which is jay chaotic but Tim's skater so..??

holy shit yes the best idea ever

- ok so

- Tim’s tiktok is pretty basic, some skate videos and videos of his friends doing dumb shit

- it’s pretty funny and pretty chilled out

- everyone once and a while you’ll get a tiktok of him hiding out in the bathroom at a Wayne gala

- but mostly just him and the rest of yj hanging out like normal kids

- But Jason is a whole other story

- this man is a fucking internet cryptid

- People have started making it a game on which vid Jason is gonna be seen in next and what will he be doing

- chasing Damian Wayne through the back of Dick’s thirst trap?

- or dancing in the background of one of Barbara’s safety on the internet vids?

- like isn’t he legally dead?? the fuck??

- Jason has seen allll the memes and theories and finds it fucking hilarious

- now he’s trying to see how far he can take it

- he thought he was done for when he went live on the Wayne enterprises account and just listed everything he hated about Bruce Wayne

- oh boy did that make for a fun run in on patrol

- anyways

- Jason stalks all his brothers online

- because y’know he actually does care a little bit

- and on tim’s tiktoks he realises a pattern

- every Sunday, without fail, Tim will post a skateboard vid from Wayne Manor

- so what does he do?

- sneak into the manor right when Tim’s about to film

- looks him straight in the eye and sets his skateboard on fire

- now tim’s freaking out

- and Jason’s just laughing his ass off

- But between laughs hes saying shit like do a flip! Do an ollie

- and that’s all that tim registers

- so what does he do? A FUCKING KICKFLIP THAT PUTS OUT THE FIRE

- They’re stood their in awe

- until Jason realises they were filming the entire time

- the vid instantly goes viral for a number of reasons

- and now the two have made it their mission to make even more and more chaotic videos

- “master tim please refrain from trying to skate on the chandelier. And master Jason please stope encouraging him”

hope this is good man!!

[citrinesparkles]

pinched nerves and bruised eyes.

jason todd x gender neutral reader. 703 words. notes: i know nothing about how the red hood uniform actually works, and i have a shaky-at-best understanding of how much a pinched nerve actually limits motion. do me a favor and ignore inaccuracies? please? have some mercy on your local writer? warnings: mild medical talk? maybe?

you sat peacefully on the couch, light from the muted tv dancing across the room as you listened to jason's post-patrol routine.

familiar rustling and clinking carried quietly through the apartment, and you relished the sound of him being home.

the knowledge that he was safe.

until quiet swearing broke your tranquility.

you hesitated a moment, not wanting to insert yourself into the situation before he was recovered from the night and ready to share his space- but another muttered curse carried through the apartment, pulling you off the couch and into the bathroom.

"hey, gorgeous," jason's resigned, frustrated voice met you in the doorway. "what's- ugh, ow, shit- whatcha need?"

he was leaning heavily against the counter, his furrowed brow and tired eyes- and the bruises around them- visible in the mirror, where he gave you a weak smile.

"i think i should be asking you that, mister."

"i don't need anything. don't worry about it."

you raised an eyebrow, dubious, holding his gaze firmly.

"i think i pinched a nerve in my shoulder," he finally admitted, sheepish and tired. "it really, really sucks trying to get my armor off."

"want me to do it?"

he dropped his eyes towards the sink, a frown tugging at his lips. "no, go back to your show, baby. i'll be out soon, okay?"

"jason," your voice was gentle, warm. it was like talking to a horse and trying not to spook it. "are you sure i can't help you? i don't want you to be in pain."

"i don't want-" he started sharply, before cutting himself off with a huff. "you shouldn't have to touch this part."

"you shouldn't have to hurt because you're, what, afraid of me knowing that my boyfriend wears armor and beats people up every night? i'm so glad you're protecting me from that, because i totally had no idea." he scoffed, and you dropped the light sarcasm. "jason, i'm here, and i'd much rather touch this part than have you do it all yourself and be in pain."

silence.

"i'm asking you to let me help. you're not dragging me into anything i don't want, handsome, i promise."

"...clasps. mainly by my ribs and behind my shoulder blades."

you stepped forward quickly, hands finding that there were, in fact, clasps lining the chest plate. you moved gently, undoing them one by one as he used his good arm to hold the piece to his chest. "okay, last one."

he caught it smoothly as it slipped down his torso, laying it down on the counter. "thanks."

"anything else i can do?"

he shook his head, hesitant and tense as he turned to face you. his back found the counter, and his eyes found your own.

there was a purple, blue, green bruise taking up his left cheek, much brighter than it had seemed in the mirror, but not anywhere near as painful as the shadows in his eyes themselves.

"hey." you hovered your hand by the right side of his face, a silent question. he answered by tenderly lowering his head into your grasp. "i wouldn't be here if i couldn't handle this, okay? i know you want to protect me, but you don't have to protect me from yourself."

he screwed his eyes shut, sinking further into your touch and inhaling deeply.

"i love you, jay. that includes the pinched nerves and bruised eyes, alright? all of you."

you felt his hum (noncommittal at best) under your fingers and sighed.

"i can keep going, if you want. i haven't seen you all day, so i have a lot of lovey dovey pent up."

green-blue eyes finally cracked back open, traces of amusement peaking through the exhaustion pooling in them. "i do not want, thank you."

"alright then. we have an understanding?"

"yeah," he mumbled, studying your face fondly. "we do."

you smiled softly, leaning forward to kiss his nose. "then go get changed and come sit with me for a bit. they're running reruns of the twilight zone."

he laughed quietly. "oh, good, that'll put me right to sleep."

"you have no taste, todd."

"i dunno," a small smile crept onto his face, "my taste in company is pretty good."

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

FIRE MEET GASOLINE

FIRE MEET GASOLINE

Dick Grayson x Reader

Summary: “Nightwing?”, you joked softly. Dick growled. Hearing you say that name. Fuck. The heat roared and he closed in on you, caging you against the kitchen counter. His breaths were ragged as he looked down at you. Heart pounding rapidly. The lust pulsed behind his eyes.

Warnings – Language. Smut. NSFW. Sex Pollen.

Word Count: 4,063

A/N: — This is the last of my entries for @pricetagofficial‘s writing challenge!! Hope you all love it xoxo 

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The steam curled in the air, twisting and turning slowly as you stepped out of the bathroom; towel wrapped tightly around your naked body. Your damp hair hung loose around your shoulders, tiny droplets of water from the ends tracing down into the towel.

The apartment was quiet. Peaceful. You had the place to yourself tonight. Dick was out on patrol, and wouldn’t be back till at least 4am. You padded through to the kitchen, planning to make yourself a hot chocolate to snuggle up in bed with as you finished the last chapter of your book. Perfect.

You bustled around the kitchen, humming to yourself softly, as the kettle began to boil. You jumped and gasped when you heard a loud clatter from the living room. The fear shivered down your spine and made your skin prickle. Your eyes darted around, looking for a weapon. Something to defend yourself with. 

The flood of panic throbbed through your veins as you heard more banging and then uneven footsteps, coming towards the kitchen. You tried to reach for the knife drawer but stopped when you heard the voice.

“S-sweetheart?”.

Dick. It was Dick. Your Dick. Relief washed over you and allowed yourself to smile. When he appeared in the doorway, he was still clad in his Nightwing outfit but he looked dishevelled. His dark hair was damp and matted against his forehead, sweat curling it wildly. The skin you could see looked flushed and sticky.

“Dick? Are you ok?”, you started to worry. Was he getting sick? Is that why he was home so early?

“Did something happen?”.

Dick’s domino mask covered his usual ocean blue eyes, replacing them with a cyber white distortion. He felt the heat clawing through him, desperate to burst into flame and consume him. He swallowed, looking over your body.  Wrapped up in a fluffy white towel. Bare. He could see the curve of your breasts, the dip of your waist and the full length of your legs. A strangled sound formed in his chest, the blood rushing south.

“Nightwing?”, you joked softly.

Dick growled. Hearing you say that name. Fuck. The heat roared and he closed in on you, caging you against the kitchen counter. His breaths were ragged as he looked down at you. Heart pounding rapidly. The lust pulsed behind his eyes.

“Say that again”, he demanded, his voice clipped with desire.

You shivered against him. The feel of his suit grinding into your body. Looking up in the whites of the mask, you pressed your palm to the centre of his chest, the middle of his symbol.

You had no idea what had gotten into Dick, but you were happy to oblige him.

“Nightwing”, you purred.

Dick crashed his lips to yours feverishly, kissing you with a burning passion. You coiled your arms around his neck, your fingers carding into the back of his hair, tugging hard. He growled and rutted his hips into yours desperately, letting you feel his hard cock.

His tongue stroked along your lips, begging for entrance. You opened the kiss and moaned into his mouth, letting him swallow up the sounds. 

Dick whined, feeding off your perfect little sounds. His gloved hands travelled the full expanse of your body over the towel. The sensation of the suit material made you shiver. The fresh scent of your body wash invaded his senses, making his cock twitch painfully against his suit. Fuck. You’d used his favourite. The coconut one. His hips thrust forward again. Fuck, he needed you badly.

His lips dragged across your cheek and down your neck, nipping and sucking on your exposed flesh. Clever fingers found the tie on the front of your towel and he ripped it off in one fluid motion, leaving you completely bare.

“Fuck-sweetheart”, his voice cracked, the neediness seeping through and coating you, “Fuck…please…please let me”, he begged.

He licked over your collar bone before sinking his teeth into the junction of your neck. Fuck. Dick wanted to be careful but he couldn’t control himself, the pollen heightening his arousal. His gloved hands moved up from your waist and palmed your breasts, pinching your nipples. They pebbled instantly. Your head tipped back as you mewled in pleasure. The coarse material of his gloves felt amazing.

“Baby”, he pleaded, “L-let me make you feel good”, he choked out, fingers dipping back down your stomach, dancing just above your pussy, “Please sweetheart…fuck- I need-”.

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653 notes • Posted 2021-11-05 10:00:53 GMT

#4

THE ALPHA

THE ALPHA

Alpha!Jason Todd x Omega!Reader

Summary: The Omega's scent, which was tantalizing in the hallway, like a fine perfume, rushed out of the open door in a thick fog. Jason breathed deep, tasting your spice on his tongue, feeling his knot swell.

Warnings – Language. Smut. ABO Dynamics.

Word Count: 1,638

A/N: Shout out to the best wife ever @internalsealpanic​ - hope you had an amazing birthday. Wuv you. xoxo

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Soft moans and high pitched whines filled the dingy hallway he crept down, and the enticing blend of sweat, frustration, and Omega slick filled Jason's nose, blood racing through his body to his cock in a dizzying rush. Following your scent had been easy, once he got the text about an unmated Omega disturbing the local pride of werecats with your stench.

To Jason, as he breathed deep again, feeling his entire body swell, his own Alpha pheromones a cool counterpoint to your spicy heated ones, the scent was ambrosia. His body hummed with anticipation. As he neared the door from which the scents and frustrated whimpers came, Jason was supremely pleased to not smell signs of any other males of their kind. He'd be your first.

His hand rested on the metal doorknob, feeling the flimsy wood of the door underneath, and when you didn't answer his rattling knock, only letting out a frustrated whimper, Jason jerked hard on the door, feeling the lock shatter as the door popped open.

The Omega's scent, which was tantalizing in the hallway, like a fine perfume, rushed out of the open door in a thick fog. Jason breathed deep, tasting your spice on his tongue, feeling his knot swell. An amazing feat considering it usually required vigorous fucking to grow.

Gaze sweeping the small efficiency apartment, Jason took in the dirty dishes in the sink to the left, the smell of bad food just starting to turn, permeating the air, a tiny TV, and beat up lounge chair. And finally, the small, twin sized bed upon which you laid, your curls matted with sweat, groaning on a mass of tangled bedding. Jason stood transfixed, fingers digging into and cracking the flimsy, particle board door as he watched you slam yourself down onto a black glitter plastic cock.

He growled at the sight. No Omega should be without an Alpha cock. And now that he found you, he would not fail you. The growl reverberated in the room, and your rhythm faltered, dilated eyes flying open. Startled eyes met his, the iris almost swallowed by your desire. Your slim neck bobbed in a swallow, and a low voice rasped as your hips kicked up their movement.

“Please…please!”.

Jason shut the door with a snap, flipping the damaged lock so hard it wedged the door shut. He was across the floor in three steps, hands tugging off his shirt and toeing off his boots as his knees hit the bed.

Your eyes went wide, movement slowing as he slowly crouched over you. Jason growled and your eyes went wide again, the scent of fresh slick filling the room.

He fell on top of you without warning, caging your body under him as he shimmied out of his jeans, his swollen cock springing free, bobbing painfully against his abs. His hand grasped the end of the warm, slick dildo, pulling it out slowly while you moaned, hips thrusting in complaint. A gush of slick coated his hand. Jason's mouth watered and his tongue lapped your essence from his fingers without his permission.

Addictive.

Spicy, sweet honey covered his tongue, sending so much blood to his painfully hard cock he was dizzy.

He had to have you. Now. And judging from the writhing limbs trying to draw him in and needy moans, you, the Omega was just as desperate.

His hips surged forward without a thought, urgency and instincts driving his movements. The heat and tight grip of your soaked flesh made him moan into your neck. Sensation sparked from his cock all the way up his spine, lighting his nerves like fireworks. He thrust again, burrowing deeper.

You were tight, but the substitute cock you’d been using and the need that gripped you negated the need for foreplay. Later, once your heat faded to levels that allowed you to feel something other than the overwhelming desire to be filled and knotted, he would feast on you, showing you pleasure in other ways.

But now, as your little nails pierced his skin, heels digging into his ass, he gave you what you needed, strong, powerful thrusts until he was bottoming out inside you, hips snapping like a piston.

You clenched, your pussy gripping him so tight he thought he'd lose all feeling in his cock, and then rippled in a sensual massage as you came, crying out with a broken sob.

Still you moaned for more, scratching and snarling until he shook the bed with his thrusts, his cock swelling uncomfortably large, the tingling in the base of the shaft telling him it was time to knot you, his female.

Jason worried you were still too tight, too small to handle a knot, and tried to keep his strokes shallow, gritting his teeth against his instincts. You snarled, hooking your feet around his waist, and drove him deep, your hips driving him home. Your pelvises ground together and you came again, writhing against him.

He huffed, amused. If you wanted it that way, fine, he'd tried to spare you. The least he could do was battle the coming pain with pleasure. Bracing himself on one hand, the other slipped between your sweaty bodies, down soft skin to where you were joined. He drove into you harder, faster, knowing he would need speed and force to keep his knot moving once it started swelling. If he didn't drive it up behind your pelvic bone to the clump of nerves back that would give you both pleasure as he rocked his knot inside you, it would be an uncomfortable and unsatisfying joining for both of you.

And the last thing any Alpha wanted was to be knotted to a pissed off and dissatisfied Omega.

His fingers found your clit with ease, circling the little nub until it stiffened. Jason felt your entire body clench, stars dancing behind his eyes at the sensation as he manipulated your nerve endings and felt your internal muscles grip him.

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669 notes • Posted 2021-07-28 21:00:52 GMT

#3

CAR WASH

CAR WASH

Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: You looked at the dent on the bonnet and ran your nails over it before grabbing the nozzle of the hose off the floor, preparing to start cleaning the car, “You really hit him hard babe”. “I always go in hard”, Jason smirked cheekily and slapped your ass, enjoying the little shocked gasp that left your plump lips. You turned towards him, aiming the hose, threatening him with it, “Behave!”.

Warnings – Language. NSFW. Smut. Fluff. Pre-established relationship.

Word Count: 2,827

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The sweet scent of fresh strawberry lemonade wafted around the kitchen as you poured out two large glasses. The ice crackled as the liquid hit it. It was the perfect drink for a hot summer's day, not to mention it was Jason’s favourite. You looked out of the window, the crystal clear blue sky was dazzling.

“Princess?”, his deep Bowery accent made you turn around.

“Yeah?”, you grabbed both glasses, handing him one, taking a small sip of your own. The sweet tang lighting up your taste buds.

He gave you a grateful smile before taking a large swig of the lemonade. He groaned softly and wiped the moisture from the top of his lip, “I swear this just tastes better every time”.

Giggling, you rolled your eyes, “Charmer — I assume you’re after something?”.

“No…maybe…”, he smirked, “Ok, yes— do you think you could help me clean the car? I got it a bit dirty last night and…”, he saw your face grimacing, “Please princess, I’ll owe you one…and think of it this way…we’ll be spending quality time together!”.

You took another sip of your drink, the fresh strawberries bobbing against the ice cubes. Jason rubbed the back of his neck, looking a little sheepish.

“Come on…it’s a beautiful day outside, when we’re done we can have a BBQ”, he bartered, hoping to lure you into the chore.

“Fine, fine!”, you grinned and put your glass down on the kitchen counter, “But you better make that delicious steak burger you did last time”.

“Deal!”.

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 Staring at the red convertible you couldn’t hide the look of shock from your features. His normally pristine car looked horrific. Claw marks ran down both sides marring the shiny paintwork. You were certain there was a dent in the bonnet as well.

“Jason, baby…your car looks like you ran over Killer Croc”, you leaned forward looking at the strange looking gunk smeared over one of the headlights, it dripped onto the cobbled driveway.

Jason winced, “Ok I didn't run him over…he kind of was just in front of my car and Dick said to-”.

“Jason!!”, you scolded, making a mental note to also tackle Dick when you next saw him.

“What? It was either him or me!”, Jason defended, then looked at his precious car, sighing at the damage.

You looked at the dent on the bonnet and ran your nails over it before grabbing the nozzle of the hose off the floor, preparing to start cleaning the car, “You really hit him hard babe”.

“I always go in hard”, Jason smirked cheekily and slapped your ass, enjoying the little shocked gasp that left your plump lips.

You turned towards him, aiming the hose, threatening him with it, “Behave!”.

He grinned, giving you a confident wink, “You don’t usually complain, princess”.

Spraying him with the cold water, you laughed and rolled your eyes, “Stop being insufferable, Gladys might be able to hear you”.

Shaking his black locks out of his dazzling blue eyes, Jason barked out a loud laugh, “I'm sure she's heard worse things at night”. He winked salaciously at you, edging closer.

You noticed his damp white T-shirt was clinging to every muscle on his body, highlighting his exceptional frame. Licking your lips, you tried to ignore the heat buzzing through your veins. You switched the pressure of the nozzle and sprayed him again, catching him directly in the face. You squealed with laughter.

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#2

🎀 Special Event Masterlist 🎀

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My Masterlist of Blurbs from the Special Event - 2021. Please be warned, those marked with a star (**) are NSFW, 18+.

Thanks to everyone who sent in a request and all the love I received ❤❤ xoxo

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JASON TODD

Jason Todd x You - ** Special Wake Up

Jason Todd x You - Slasher Film

Jason Todd x You - First Date

Jason Todd x You - ** Shotgun

Jason Todd x You - ** Sub!Jason x Dom!Reader

Jason Todd x You - Nightmares

Arkham Knight x You - ** Jealous Sex

Jason Todd x You - Training

Jason Todd x You - ** Rough Sex

Jason Todd x You - ** Hayride

Jason Todd x You - S'mores

Arkham Knight x You - Illness

Jason Todd x You - ** Prince Of Gotham

Jason Todd x You - The One

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1159 notes • Posted 2021-04-23 11:42:39 GMT

#1

Powder

POWDER

Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: Jason twisted away from her touch, hurling his large body up trying to free his ankle, “Look, it’s nothing personal Pam, you just can’t operate these kinds of opioids in Gotham”. “Oh Hood, you say that like you can stop me”. “Oh trust me, I-”, Jason’s sentence fell short as Ivy blew a soft pink powder into his face. 

Warnings – Language. NSFW. Smut. Sex Pollen. Liberal use of the word ‘Princess’. 

Word Count: 5,763

A/N: I was ‘encouraged’ lovingly to write Jason Todd sex pollen @internalsealpanic​. Nearly 6k words of pure smut. Enjoy. xoxo

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Glass shards shattered around his head as Jason narrowly avoided one of Ivy’s poisonous vines. He rolled forward and ducked under a wooden table, gripping onto one of his guns aiming for the root of the plant. He’d managed to track the recent batch of drugs back to the Botanical Gardens, after ‘convincing’ one of the dealers to spill the information.

“You shouldn’t have come here Hood”, Ivy’s honey coated voice carried through the air. Jason could still hear it loosely laced with venom.

“Sorry, I just can't let the people of Gotham get tangled up in this kind of thing”, he sniggered under his breath at the terrible pun. He was getting as bad as Dick.

Ivy scoffed and sent several more vines towards Jason, trying to knock the pistol out of his hands, “Oh Hood, leave the clowning around to Harley”.

Jason smirked and slid forward on his stomach, slashing at the vines with a knife he had in the top of his combat boots. There was a sharp screech from Ivy as he did, “Sweetheart, I would if she was any good at it”.

Hearing the sarcastic comment, Ivy huffed with irritation, “You bats are all the same!”.

She stepped forward from the wide open Venus fly trap and snapped her fingers. Roots sprouted from the floor and caught Jason’s foot unsuspectingly turning him upside down. He growled as the gun slipped from his fingers.

“Such an arrogant specimen of the male species”, Ivy hummed as she circled Jason, tracing her hand down the front of his jacket and over his face. His breathing stuttered for a second as Ivy clicked the side of his helmet, revealing his domino covered face.

“Look-”.

Ivy glared and cut him off pressed her finger to his lips, “I told you to stay out of my way”.

Jason twisted away from her touch, hurling his large body up trying to free his ankle, “Look, it’s nothing personal Pam, you just can’t operate these kinds of opioids in Gotham”.

“Oh Hood, you say that like you can stop me”.

“Oh trust me, I-”, Jason’s sentence fell short as Ivy blew a soft pink powder into his face. The substance invaded his nostrils and soaked into the pores of his skin. A scorching heat ripped through his body causing him to cry out.

Ivy smirked, pressing a light kiss to his sweaty cheek, “I’ll see you around Hood”.

She moved backwards as one of the vines dragged him out of the botanical gardens dumping him on one of the nearby roofs.

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You could hear the clattering in the kitchen. Jason had to be back but it was a little earlier than normal for him you thought. Getting out of bed you padded through to the kitchen and smiled when you saw his large frame hunched over the sink. His fist clenched dangerously around a glass of water.

“Hey”, you murmured softly, “I didn’t think you’d be back yet”.

When Jason turned round his usual icy blue eyes were blown jet black. His forehead was damp causing his dark locks to matt to his skin. His face was twisted with lust and agony as he bit his bottom lip, almost toying with his next action.

“Jason?”.

Within seconds he’d crossed the kitchen and pinned you to the wall roughly, his body caging you.

“Need you”, he managed to choke out before his lips burnt kisses down your neck, nipping and sucking your flushing skin.

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