#Roy Harper oc

[theredhood-jasontodd]

Roy: I like your top, Y/N!

Jason: I have a name, you know.

Y/N: *sighs* Why. Why are you like this.

[igotanidea]

Caught: Jason Todd x fem!reader

Summary: Jason and fem!reader spending the night at Roy's place and poor Lian walks in on something that a little kid should not see (or even hear....)

Warning: SMUT!! MINORS DNI! (make reasonable choices please!)

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Hanging out at Roy’s place was a mix of different emotions for both Jay and Y/N.  Watching their friend fulfilling the role of a father was something they couldn’t wrap their heads around. Who would have thought that this rough, argumentative, former Green Arrow sidekick could be so…. gentle and caring.

At the beginning Jay would tease Roy about it, but soon Lian stole his heart completely. As an effect, it was Y/N who teased Jason about going soft, so he just had to stop his actions, cause it was becoming unbearable.

The fact was nonetheless, that everyone just loved Lian. She was such a nice kid, so how could one possibly not? And those feelings were mutual on little girl’s part, especially with Y/N. Every time the older girl came by, Lian just wanted the full attention, telling Y/N stories, giving her pictures she drew, asking for stories and entertainment. And she got it all and more. It was just so hard to deny that poor soul abandoned by her mother.  Surprisingly, it was Roy who tried his best to make his daughter stick with some basic rules.   Like sleeping time.

“Ok, I think it’s time to get some rest, little one.”

The four of them were currently sitting by the table, playing some board game, Lian taking honorary place at Y/N’s knees, hugged tightly, secured and loved and enjoying it beyond recognition. Her wide smile was speaking for itself. But the wide yawning and eye rubbing was a sign of something else and Roy learned how to read the signals.

“But, daddy…..” Lian whined and pouted “I want to stay….. it’s so nice here with aunt Y/N and uncle Jay…..”

“I know, love, but you know the drill. 9 p.m. is bedtime.”

“I’m not…..” she yawned again and it was just so heartwarming Roy found his will crumbling “tired” her little fists travelled up as she rubbed her eyes in a child-like manner.  “Please…..”

“Hey there, little one.” Y/N smiled down at her and bopped her nose playfully “you gotta listen to your dad. He’s older and ….”

“Sure as hell he’s not smarter” Jason smirked and threw a glance at his best friend.

“Stop undermining my position.” Roy hissed becoming a bit red on the face. “

“Before I was so rudely interrupted…..” Y/N cut their bantering, her attention traveling back to Lian ” I was going to say that he cares for you, pumpkin. It’s all for your good, you know. One day, when you’re older you will understand it.”

“But…..”

“I can tuck you in.” Y/N offered and smiled “how about that?”

‘Can we do that?” Lian eyes grew wide and shimmered a bit, as she turned her head and silently asked Roy for permission with that pleading gaze “please, daddy?”

“I can’t see why not.” Roy shrugged and it made his daughter squeal in happiness. “I don’t think I ever saw her this excited about going to bed, Y/N. I just have to warn you, you’re up for a challenge.”

“I was never one to back down from one. Just look who I ended up in a relationship with” the girl laughed and pointed head towards Jason. “He’s more of a dare than all the little girls I know combined.”

“There are more little girls?” Lian smile dropped as she looked down.

“Of course not, sunshine. You are my priority. Now, let’s get you up….” Y/N wrapped her arms around the girl and stood up carrying her towards the bedroom “say goodnight to the boys.”

“night daddy. Night uncle Jay….” Lian waved her little hand at both of them, earning herself two chuckles and some loving words wishing her sweet dreams before both girls disappeared from the sight.

“She’s good with Lian, you know” the second they were out of earshot Roy turned towards Jay. Now it was time for some men time.

“I know. Y/N just a natural caretaker.”

“Speaking from experience?” Roy reached under the table and grabbed two can of beers, hidden there from Lian. He passed one to Jason who took it with a appreciating nod.

“I’m not exactly the easiest one to deal with.” Jace shrugged “I give her hard time, make her worried, got her walking on the tightrope. And yet, she never left. She’s still with me. The best thing that ever happened to me.”

“You sound so cliché right now.”

“Look who’s talking. The perfect father.”

“Have you ever wondered how we evolved from those violent, angry teenagers? How we ended up here?” Roy trailed taking a sip of his beverage “have you ever wondered if we actually deserve it? Deserve them.”

“constantly.” Jason sighed deeply “maybe that’s the while point. Our girls make us better. Make us want to be better. For them. Cause they see something more to us? I don’t know. But what I do know is that we are fucking lucky, Roy. And I have no intention of pushing that luck.”

“Neither do I.”

“Yeah.”

For a moment they were both just sipping on their drinks without a word. Silence was never awkward between them. Those two men were through so much together that sometimes they could literally read each other’s mind.

“Do you love her?” Harper asked  a couple minutes later.

“Yes.”

“Have you told her?”

“I’m not good with words. But she knows.”

“You sure about that?” Roy teased “girls like words. They like being told that you care. Actions are one thing, but sometimes are not enough. Use your tongue.”

“Oh, trust me, I do” Jason smiled wildly, some dirty memories running though his head. Memories of her underneath him, tasting so sweet, tugging on his hair with surprising strenght “she never complained.”

“Please, spare me the details.” Roy rolled his eyes “all I’m saying is if you really don’t want her to leave, you should take care of her not only in bed. Otherwise someone might steal her away. She’s just a full package – beautiful, smart, caring, sexy.”

“Woah! Hold right there, Harper! Cause if you don’t I might have to beat you up, and as much as I’d hate to do it, I would if you start focusing on my girl’s attributes to much.”

“Just proving my point here.” Roy smirked “you are worried about her going away.”

“I am not!” Jason yelled in objection.

But for real, Roy’s word got him spinning. Worry, jealousy and doubts overwhelming his mind. He had to see his girl. Now.

***

Y/N was sitting by Lian’s bed, finishing the story watching the little girl slowly drifting off, writing in her sleep to find comfortable position. The older girl smiled lightly, care and love written all over her face as she pulled the cover over that little dreaming figure, tucking her in and kissing her forehead gently.

“Good night, angel. Sleep tight.” She whispered

Jason watched her from the slightly opened door and his heart clenched at the sight. God, he loved her. He loved her so freaking much. And even if that subject never came out between Y/n and Jason and Roy did not ask the question at their little conversation, but more often than not Jason was thinking about having a family with his girl. Having all those things adults were supposed to have. House with garden and picket white fence. Huge kitchen were they could prepare meals together. Rooms that would be filled with laughter and happiness. And maybe, maybe¸ a few pairs of little feet on the floor, running towards him, wanting hugs and kisses and love and attention. Maybe.

“Jason…..” he didn’t even notice when Y/n stood up and walked towards him

“I….”

“Sh…” she whispered putting a finger on his mouth and that simple gesture made him melt, but also turned him on “Lian’s asleep. Let’s get out of here.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He agreed grabbing her hand and pulling her towards their room “you’re mine now….” his eyes darkened, planning all the things he was going to do to her body.

***

“Jason…..” she couldn’t do a single thing when he opened the door to the bedroom, immediately pushing her onto the walls, pressing his entire body onto her. Trapping her, getting her so vulnerable with no way out.

“You’re mine….” He hissed, his mouth attacking her hungrily, hands landing on her waist, gripping it so tight she could almost feel the bruises forming already. “You’re only mine….” He bit on her bottom lip, tugging at it, making her wet and moaning.

“I….oh, fuck” his calloused fingers found a way under her shirt, caressing her skin, goosebumps showing on her body. “Are you jealous of my time with a little girl next door?”

“Yes.” He breathed, his lips travelling to her cheek, jaw, neck, nibbling on her skin, going completely crazy, unable to stop once the fire started. “I am jealous of everyone and everything that got your attention. People, things. I envy the flowers in our flat that got to feel your soft touch when you take care of them. I am jealous of your favorite cup, cause you touch your lips to the brim of it. Fuck, you make me crazy.” He panted, hands moving higher, one brushing over her clothed breasts causing her to arch her back, the thin material of the bra and t-shirt doing nothing to hide her pebbled nipples.

“Stop talking and just do something” he whined, reaching the edge of his jacket trying to pull it off his arms.

“It was pointed to me…..” he nibbled on her collarbone, the other hand reaching towards her hair, pulling them off the knot, making them flow down her shoulders and back, tangling fingers in those silky strands, pulling her head closer “that girls like words. So tell me, baby…..” she whined when he pull the strap of her bra down, pressing open mouth kisses on her shoulders “do you need words?”

“No. No, fuck no. I need action. More of it. More….” She clawed his back.

“Whatever you want, princess” both of his hands landed on her ass, palming it for a moment, lips connecting again, this time rougher, harder, faster. Jason was a tease and a bit of sadist. He wanted her pouty in her hands, he needed to see her fall apart, even before taking her to bed. He wanted her mind blurry, the only thought on her mind being him. But he wasn’t made of steel and feeling her body pressed into him so tightly got him hard to. Got him relenting and he could not have that.

Despite her protests he broke the kiss, slowly peeling the shirt off her, reaching behind her back, unclasping the bra and bending head to lick and suck on her breast and nipples.

“Ah! Jay!” 

“Yes, princess. Tell me how good you feel. Tell me you want more….”

“I want … I want more….”

“I know, baby. I got you.” he grabbed the backs of her thighs, opening her legs and wrapping them around his waist. “Feel this?” he brushed his clothed cock over her dripping sensitive pussy “feel how hard you make me?”

“Ah! Please! I need you…..”

“I’ll give you a choice baby. I can take your pants off andhelp you get release” he played with the waist of her leggings “or I can get rid of my shirt and make you feel my skin and delay that sweet high. I know you need both, but you gotta choose.”

“You are terrible.” She panted, desperately trying to move her hips to get the slightest friction but his strong arms held her still “Jason, please, you’re torturing me….” She cried

“Then choose, baby” he whispered into her ear “you can end your suffering just with one word. What. Do. You. Want.” Each word of his were followed by little kitten lick on her skin and she burst the first thing that came into her mind.

“Take off your shirt.” He moaned “just take it off, now!”

“I was hoping you would say it.” He smirked. He wanted to tease her more and her pants gone would destroy the fun he was aiming at. Instead he shrugged his shirt off, letting her hands wonder around his abs and chest, so gently, softly, sending shivers down his spine and making his cock throb.

“Please….” She whined arching back towards him, but he just pushed her back into the door, causing the loud thump to echo through the room and the girl squealed in undeniable pain.

“Oh, fuck. Sorry, baby.” He kissed her to make her forget what just happened “let me take you to bed.” Taking a few step backwards he tossed onto the soft mattress “better?”

“Mmmmm.” She whined “Yes.” She was so desperate now, that playing with luck she reached towards her pants trying to get rid of them herself, giving him access to her most intimate place but Jason was faster.

“Nah, honey.” He shook his head in disapproval “I am in control. Will you behave?”

“Yes, yes, I will, please.”

“Hm, I don’t think that’s very convincing.” He tapped his chin “just gotta make sure.”

“What….?”

“This will do the trick.” He reached under the bed grabbing the rope and binding her hands behind her head, tying it to the headboard.

“Where did you…..” she panted but was immediately cut out by his lips on her breast, stomach and getting lower

“Does it matter?” he smirked against her skin “I know you like it, don’t you?”

“I do. I do, please, please, Jason. I can’t take it anymore. I need you. I need you.”

“ God, the things you do to me.” He groaned sliding her pants of in one fluid motion and licking and sucking where she needed him most. Oh, the inferno he started just by touching her. Oh, all that craving and longing and lust and love. But she needed more as she writhed and squirmed, trapped underneath him.

“It’s not enough.” She complained

“Not enough?” he raised his head and looked at her, with a challenging look “last time I didn’t stretch you with my fingers you were in pain for days. You want that again?”

“Yes. And …. And I need to touch you.” she tugged on the rope, her wrist already red and swollen “Let me touch you, Jason.” her seductive whispering and that soft, perfect body splayed before him, ready to be devoured and worshiped broke all his inhibitions.

“Fuck!” he groaned “I want you.” he finally confessed, releasing her, pulling his pants down and pressing all his body into her. “Tell me you want me too.”

“I want you Jason.”

“Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

“Good.” His lips distracted her while at the same time he pushed inside, swallowing all her moans and those sounds coming from her mouth. She was so hot, so sexy, and her nails scratching his back only added to his arousal. “Cause I’m yours and I don’t like to share….” He started pulling in and out causing that familiar heat to build inside her.

“Give it to me, Jason. Give me it all.” She panted, heels digging into his ass, causing him to go deeper, hitting her g-spot with every thrust.

“I love you baby. Let me make you feel good…..”

“Yes!” she cried out, getting so close, so fucking close. “Yes, Jason. Right there! Right there!”

“Uncle Jay? Auntie Y/N?” soft, little voice coming from the door made their eyes grow wide, stopping at once, all that sultry, intimate atmosphere gone within second. “Fuck” being the only though on both of their minds. Y/N terrified gaze landed on Jason, unsure what to do know. Luckily it was so dark, Lian could not really see tangled limbs, naked bodies and sweat all over them. Despite all the awkwardness, Y/N managed to reach for the sheet and with a bit of Jason’s help managed to put it all over her boyfriend’s naked ass, trying to play cool.

“Hi, sweetheart” her voice trembled a bit, barely holding back a whine as Jason pulled off her, leaving her unsatisfied and feeling empty without him inside. His face was so red, he just stayed on his stomach, covered bottom up, unable to roll onto his back and face the little girl. Damn, Roy was going to kill them both, he knew that, so he left the talking to Y/N, considering her better in the field. “Did you have a nightmare, little one?”

“Not really.” Lian hugged her stuffed rabbit closer to her chest “I heard some noises coming from here and I came to see if you were all right, auntie….”

“That is so sweet, Lian. Thank you.” Y/N gasped “but didn’t your father teach you to hide when you hear suspicious sounds? That it might be dangerous to follow them?”

“He did. But never mentioned I should do that when I hear someone I love being in trouble.”

“And…. And who was in trouble in your opinion?” maybe that was wrong question but it just slipped thought he mouth.

“You, auntie.” Lian said innocently “you were screaming like someone was hurting you. But there is no one but you and uncle Jay.” She pursed her lips, her gaze becoming a bit angrier “was he hurting you, auntie? Cause he shouldn’t do that and maybe I should ask daddy to give him the talk?”

“The…. The talk?”

“He does that when he’s angry with me. And when he learns what uncle Jay did he would be angry with him too…. I’ll go get him and ….”

“No! God! Lian!” Jason almost sprung out of bed and if it wasn’t for Y/n he would cause poor girl much more trauma. “I mean…. I don’t think I was hurting aunt Y/N. She would tell me if I was, right?” he looked at her face, his eyes serious, searching for the answer. They had that conversation million times before. If she ever felt any pain during sex, she was obligated to tell him, since Jason could be rough without even realizing it. “Y/N?”

“No. No, you weren’t hurting me….” She whispered, cupping his cheek and brushing it gently, reassuringly, making him calm down.   

“Then what was he doing?” Lian frowned taking a step forward making Jay and Y/n put the cover up a bit.

“He…. He…..” Y/N’s mind went completely blank “you know, sometimes, when someone have a hard week and get tired….”

“Dad always gets tired.”

“Yes, you see, in a situation like this, relax is needed. And Jace, I mean, uncle Jason, was just helping me relax a bit.”

“Hm….” Lian did not look convinced “but daddy never make such sounds….”

“Shit.” Y/N hissed quietly

“Girls just tend to get a bit more tense, Lian.” Jason chimed in, saving his girl from further explanation “they have a lot more duties and worries about boys and need to be taken care off. You’ll get it when you get older.”

“Adults always say that!” she cried out “How old do I have to be? All this waiting is just annoying! And what if I don’t want to get something. Do I even get a choice?”

“I love this kid, but why does she have to be so smart?” Y/n hid her face in Jason’s chest, unable to hide the blushing even in the darkness.

“What’s going on here?” Roy heard Lian’s cry and acting like a concerned parent busted though the door “Oh, fuck!”

“Daddy, you said a bad word.” His daughter pointed out.

“Sorry, love. But trust me, no other word would describe what I feel now. I’m just…. I’m just gonna get you out of here. Now!” he lift her from the ground hugging tightly to his chest, hiding her face what whatever she may see. “And as for you two…. We’ll talk in the morning” he warned, but neither Jay  nor Y/N missed the slightest amusement in his eyes. That bastard was secretly enjoying them being caught in the middle of sex.

“But daddy, I need to know more. Auntie said uncle was just helping her relax and making her feel good.”

“SAY GOODNIGHT LIAN!” Roy screamed, effectively covering the laugh forming in his throat “cause this may be the last time you see them before I kill them both” he muttered towards his friends, leaving the room in a rush and closing the door tightly, but not before warning them to not even think about going at it again.

“Was I making you feel good?” Jason teased once they were alone.

“You were. But now I’m left high and dry….”

“Good thing I don’t care what Roy has to say about us being intimate.” He grinned and rolled over to finish what he started and she was more than willing to submit, just making a mental note to keep her moans and whines on the low.  

[roses-r-rosie3]

Best Friend’s Brother

Jason Todd x M!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, implied smut, crack-ish

Summary: Jason meets Roy’s brother (the reader) and they start dating

Quote: “OH MY GOD STOP TEXTING Y/N AND GO TO SLEEP!”

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You and Jason first met when your brother, Roy, invited you to hangout at his place. Jason knew that Roy had a brother, but he had never seen you up until that point. You however, haven’t heard of Jason at all. Needless to say you were immediately mesmerized when you first saw Jason.

“Roy never told me he had such hot friends” you flirted.

“And Roy never told me how hot his brother was” Jason replied.

“Ew, Go get a room” Roy Fake-gagged.

Needless to say, you both ended up getting each other’s number by the end of the night. You two texted the whole night. Roy could hear Jason giggling and chuckling through the walls.

“OH MY GOD STOP TEXTING Y/N AND GO TO SLEEP!” Roy yelled out.

Little would Roy know, he would have deal with more of that in the future.

While texting you, Jason found out that you were also a vigilante going under the name ‘Arrowhead’. You still vividly remember Roy making fun of you when you picked out that name (he still does).

Fast forward a few weeks and you and Jason went on your first date and started dating shortly after that. As much as Roy pretended to not be a fan, he secretly (not so secretly) supported the both of you.

After the two of you got together, you had lots of dates with Jason. Some of them at a restaurant, some of them at amusement parks, some of them at museums, but a lot of them were at Jason and Roy’s apartment. Even though your dates would sometime be interrupted by Roy accidentally walking inside, it was always something special.

While we’re on the topic of Roy accidentally walking in on things, he has walked in on you and Jason making out on Jason’s bed countless times, even to the point where Roy doesn’t even try to act surprised anymore.

You also started going on missions with them. Jason had never seen you in your vigilante costume up until that moment. But when he did, he quickly pulled you in a random alleyway… and.. let’s just say you both had to give your suit a deep clean after that.

What Jason also noticed though, was that you were extremely skilled with a bow and arrow, dare he say maybe even better than Roy. And oh boy, as soon as Jason even mentioned your skills to Roy, Roy would immediately tell embarrassing stories about you.

“Hey y/n said that-”

“Oh he thinks he’s mr perfect? Did you know that when we were little he used to be so scared of bunnies that if u even held one near him he would start pissing his pants?! HA! SUCK IT!” Roy blurted out.

“ROY!” You shouted.

“Uhhh.. I was just going to tell you that y/n said he made dinner” Jason said.

“Oh… ignore what I said!” Roy laughed nervously.

[albatmobile]

I need another fic where jayroy x reader is in the league for… reasons 🫣

I also now need this 😫

the other fic (x)

a conundrum of redheaded proportions

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𓅪 Rated: E | 4k includes: misunderstandings, confessions, selectively mute!reader, blow jobs, vaginal sex, deep throating, praise kink, spitroasting, begging, lots of smut y'all ur welcome, voyeurism, jealousy, Justice league AU

𓅪 previous hookup fem!reader x jason todd, eventual fem!reader x roy harper, eventual fem!reader x jason todd x roy harper

my Hero OC! Cardinal comes from this series: tumblr [1] [2] | ao3

It's a well-known fact amongst The League that you like redheads.

From your first fling with Wally, drunken kiss with Kori, to your summer romance with Kate and that one-time thing with Jason back when his locks were more fiery than his personality, you’ve always seemed to gravitate towards red. 

Hell, he’d even heard rumors that you’d been in a threesome with Babs and Artemis on your mission to Themyscira a summer or so ago. 

What Roy can’t figure out is why you’ve never even talked to him let alone looked at him.

Is he a defective redhead or something?

Just approach her, they said.

Just introduce yourself, they said.

Well, he’s fucking tried.

You aren’t one to talk in uniform and only the redheads in the league, excluding Roy, know what you look like underneath your infamous, skin-tight burgundy vinyl. 

And then, there you are.

Right in front of him.

Roy doesn’t realize his breath’s stopped until his head begins to feel faint and he’s forced to gulp in air desperately like Spongebob in that one episode.

And then you’re walking toward him.

Jason shifts beside him, but Roy’s more focused on you.

Your hips sway hypnotically with each purposeful step you take closer, pulling Roy deeper into your unforgiving trance.

Your hand makes a tiny wave, so tiny Roy’s sure if he blinked he’d miss it, right at him.

No fucking way.

Roy’s hand shoots up with a nervous wave back that stills as soon as you shoot him a questioning head tilt. He hears the leather of Jason’s jacket shift from behind him and looks just in time to see his friend finish waving at you.

Roy isn’t salty.

“There’s no way she’s hot under that shit,” He mutters lowly to his friend once you’ve passed by.

Roy’s salty.

“I fucked her,” Jason says the statement like it’s an actual response and not just a blatant brag.

“Yeah,” Roy huffs, focusing back on packing up his gym bag, “so?”

“So,” Jason quirks a knowing brow. “You dissing my taste in women?”

“No!” Roy cries out, then slumps back against the locker room bench with a groan. “Is there something wrong with me, Jay? Am I the ugly one?”

“What does your mug being a mess have to do with her?” 

Jason’s never had a quiet voice. His baritone growl always demanded attention whether he meant it to or not. Unfortunately for Roy, this time it seems to have attracted your attention because your usual confident gate stutters just slightly enough for Roy to take notice.

As soon as you’re out of sight, Roy smacks Jason in the arm, yelping slightly when he retaliates with full force. 

“Jesus, dude. You tryin’ to kill me, or something?” Roy groans.

“You tryin’ to offend me, or something?” Jason mocks him.

Roy finishes zipping up his bag with a dramatic zip and huff. “Course not. Sorry, Jaybird.”

Another quick hit to Roy’s already undoubtedly bruised arm.

“Not here,” Jason’s nose wrinkles easily at the offending nickname. 

Roy watches as he looks towards all the hidden cameras in the room, something they’d both mapped out within the first few days of being welcomed aboard the Watchtower.

“For sure,” Roy nods distractedly as he catches a glimpse of Barry’s outfit and briefly mistakes it for you. “Sorry, I‘m just out of it today.”

“So I see,” Jason raises an easy brow. 

“Nothing gets passed you now, eh?” Roy tries to joke but Jason only returns him with a knowing, read: asshole-ish, look like he’s already figured Roy out and, hell, he probably has. He catches a whiff of his uniform and winces, picking distastefully at the fabric on the chest of his sweaty Arsenal getup. “Fuck off, man. Let’s just eat so we can get the fuck out of these monkey suits.” 

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The cafeteria is nearly empty at this hour, Roy notes with a pleased hum. He quickly becomes distracted, however, by the heavenly smells coming from the kitchen.

Algie and Rita are behind the counter again tonight, so Roy knows the food’s going to be fire. 

“Ladies,” Roy wriggles his brows at the elderly women playfully. As a result, they award him with an extra scoop of mashed potatoes. 

Jason greets them politely before following behind Roy to the closest table.

It’s always quiet around this hour, though it doesn’t mean heroes are necessarily holed up asleep in their rooms. Mission stragglers, graveyard shift Watchtower workers and heroes zeta-tubing in for their debriefs are constantly ongoing. 

In quiet moments like this, though, Roy really does feel like it’s just him and Jay in space.

“So, you going to tell me what’s been bugging you tonight?” Jason asks though Roy thinks he already knows.

Roy glances around the empty cafeteria, save for a single table taken in the way back, before leaning in to whisper anyway. “It’s that chick.”

He shoots Roy an unimpressed look, “Chick, seriously?”

Roy sighs, pushing around the mashed potatoes on his tray, “I’m not gonna say her name when you already know.”

Jason simply hums in response as he unlocks and removes his helmet to eat.

Roy has never been quiet when it comes to the people he’s interested in and, sure, that’s how it started off with you, but you’re different. 

No, literally, you don’t speak. 

Not that you can’t, per se, just selectively and never to Roy.

Except one time. Your first mission alone with him.

Roy was usually unable to understand your movements, signals and signs outside the costume (not that you were ever caught dead on the Watchtower out of costume). After all the years of battling side by side on missions, Roy knows your battlefield code like the back of his hand. 

Slight shift of your head to the right: back you up, shift to the left: back up, all the way down to your cute little hand movements that call out battle strategy. 

Quiet but mighty. Never one to mess with. 

Roy knows firsthand.

The one thing he’d never known until that one time, though? Your voice.

It was during the midst of a battle with Enchantress and Gorilla Grodd. You and Roy had been put in charge of reconnaissance for team Alpha when a henchman strayed way too close to the tree Roy was stationed behind. 

You’d clicked your comm button three times to alert Roy, but it was already too late. 

The guard startled and went for his radio, forcing Roy to draw an arrow. Though the hit itself was quiet, the thud of the man’s armored body was loud enough to draw the attention of everyone in the general vicinity. 

Cutely enough, you turned to Roy, watching as he drew his bow and nodded to you as you got into a defensive position. 

He then proceeded to watch you take on tens of henchmen at a time, disarming their guns before they could even aim them. It was a shame that Roy’d been so preoccupied with your safety, no, namely distracted by the way the shiny material of your suit stretched across your huge ass, to focus on protecting himself.

Up until that point, everything had been going smoothly. That is, until-

“ROY!”

You weren’t supposed to use names other than alias’ out of the field, but your slip-up had seemed so unintentional he didn’t need to see underneath the mask to know you were panicking. He could hear your regret in your loud silence for allowing your voice to slip through and leak into the chilly night air.

Your body crashed into his with such a ferocious force, that he had no choice but to shift out of the way. He hit the ground and you landed on top of him just in time for him to avoid the deadly ray of Enchantress’ incantation. 

You, however? Not so much. 

By jumping in front of Roy, you’d taken the brunt of the attack practically head-on.

The shock of hearing his name from you lasted mere milliseconds before you were on the ground, screaming bloody murder under the intense pain from the spell you’d just saved Roy from. He’d never thanked you for taking a proverbial bullet of kinds for him, but it wasn’t like he hadn’t at least tried. You’d been conveniently absent from the post-mission debrief and, after checking out the empty med bay, Roy hung around outside the women’s locker room long enough to get booted by a wary Supes. 

Eventually, Roy gave up trying to catch you and, thus, his ‘thank you’ went unsaid.

And now, here you are. Again.

Seeing you twice in one night, Roy feels like he’s hit the jackpot. 

Jason, being the asshole he is, waves you over as soon as his eyes catch yours.

Your thick thighs move languidly, shifting from side to side with each tantalizing sway of your perfect figure. 

You’re stunning.

Roy clears his throat, coming back down to the present moment just in time for Jason to… introduce the two of you to each other. Huh?

Jason and Roy are the only ones in the cafeteria, Algie and Rita having reverted back to stirring pots in the back kitchen. 

It’d be weird if they made you sit alone, right? 

Right? 

That has to be why Jason is doing all of this.

Your flashy red stops right in front of him before he has a chance to think further on the topic. 

At this point, you’re close enough that your enchanting perfume has slowly started to invade his senses. Your scent quickly takes complete hold over him, making you the only thing he can focus on.

At Roy’s silent staring, Jason clears his throat, ”Roy, meet Cardinal. Cardinal, Roy.”

Even behind the security of his domino mask, Roy can practically see the mirth in the outlaw’s emerald eyes. 

Roy’s completely lost for words. 

Luckily, it doesn’t seem to be an issue with you very much being in the same boat. 

He watches your every minute movement diligently so as not to miss this crucial moment. His eyes openly flick over your curves while your attention is diverted toward the raven-haired man next to you. 

It’s been years since Roy’s been this close to you and he can’t help but greedily drink your hypnotizing presence down to the last drop like a fucking dog. If Elastic Man and Booster Gold hadn’t been occupying the only other table in the cafeteria, Roy would take you right here and now, Jason’s voyeur-ass be damned. 

Roy watches as you huff slightly and shoulder his best friend’s arm lightly. Jason laughs easily at the cute contact, leaving Roy to wish he knew you well enough to be in on the joke, too. 

Well, to be honest, he just wishes he knew you period.

Roy clears his throat, going along with unnecessary niceties by extending his hand out to you with a false confidence he definitely wasn’t feeling. “What’s up, babe?”

Your head continues to face him head-on. He’s pretty sure if he could see anything under the mask you’d be wearing a deadpan stare.

You two have known of each other for years, working alongside each other the entire time- why are you being introduced to Roy and why is he acting like a douche?

He watches you turn to Jason and point at yourself, then your head, then Roy and Jason seems to understand immediately. 

“Yeah, well, I figured I’d just properly introduce you guys,” he runs a sheepish hand through his grey streak. “I don’t know,” he trails off with a sexy laugh that has even Roy fawning over him.

Roy really doesn’t stand a chance with Jason here. 

Fuck.

Roy supposes you shoot him another deadpan glare because Jason, honest to god, giggles. 

Fuck.

How is Roy supposed to compete with Jay’s rugged attractiveness when Roy’s shorter with half the game?

What happened to the awkward Jason Roy’d met all those years prior?

No, seriously-

Jason had always been an awkward fuck, but for some reason, it seemed to work for him. Roy, on the other hand, was spontaneous, loud, over-the-top and seemed to drive off every promising prospect in sight, namely you.

You give Roy a timid wave that has Jason raising a brow, but Roy just responds earnestly. “Big fan of your work, Cardinal,” Roy leans in across the table to get closer to you before he can stop himself. “Even bigger fan of that suit, beautiful.”

He watches as your arms subconsciously move to cover your stomach and instantly backs off when Jason pushes him back into his seat.

“You’ll have to excuse my friend. He hasn’t gotten laid since he’s been sober.”

He hears your tiny ‘oh’ whispered into the quiet of the cafeteria and nearly loses it.

He wants you.

He needs you. 

“It’s true. I’m pathetic,” is what he ends up choking out.

Your head tilts at him with your hand floating to where your mouth is hidden under your vinyl confines. You look Jason’s way again before Roy hears your melodic giggle. He swears the gates of heaven have opened. He can practically hear the harps now as he watches the little shakes in your shoulders move in time with the angelic noise.

Saint Peter, Roy pleads with whatever fuckers are out there, please call my fucking name. Preferably soon… No, preferably now while you’re still amused by his obnoxious, whore-like behavior.

“Would you want to sit?” Jason motions to the chair you’re standing behind which sits right between Jason and Roy. You glance down at your tray which has a grab-n-go sandwich on it from one of the fridges right next to the food counter then back up at Roy. “It’s cool if not. I know idiot over here can be a lot.”

“Hey, I resent that.”

“I’m sure you do, buddy,” Jason says, picking lightly at his chicken before finally taking a bite. 

Jason always said the food here was good, but Roy knows it’s nothing compared to Alfred’s cooking back home.

Your giggling cuts off their old-married couple banter just like that. In fact, your laughter draws the attention of both men at the table so instantaneously that neither has time to cover up their reactions to the unfamiliar sound they’ve been lucky enough to hear twice now tonight.

Jason’s fork freezes momentarily on the way to his mouth before he quickly moves as if it’d never happened. Roy, on the other hand, remains completely stupefied by your captivating, seemingly effortless charm.

He knows deep down that there’s no way you’ll actually stay, though it doesn’t stop him from fantasizing about you ripping off your mask for him to take in what’s been forbidden for all these years. 

Part of him still holds out hope that, because it’s just him and Jason, you’ll actually do it, that you’ll actually give in and stay. Maybe the ripping off the mask is a bit too extreme, Roy mentally berates himself. Maybe, just maybe, you’ll lift the mask up past your nose and, at the very least, maybe you’ll just stay.

He watches with bated breath as you glance down at the seat, only to have his stomach sink seconds later when you shake your head. You pick up your sandwich and motion with your head toward the exit. 

Your continued lack of verbal response further proves there’s no way you’d ever even think about lifting up your mask to eat with Roy here. 

He is defective. 

“No worries,” Roy waves you off with a jerky, then overly casual nature. 

Holy fuck, why can’t he just act normal around you?

“We’re usually in here around this hour if you ever do want to meet up,” Jason adds helpfully. Roy’ll be sure to thank him later for it. That is, right after he finishes kicking his ass for putting him through this embarrassment. “It’s usually just us down here at this hour, anyway. It’d be nice to catch up.”

You nod eagerly at both of them, leaving Jason to laugh. 

Roy watches you rub anxiously at your forearm, only to spur into action when your tray nearly goes tumbling because of it. You catch the sandwich easily and Roy catches the tray before it can even get close to the ground, but that doesn’t stop you from bending down, too.

At the sight of the tray safe in his hand, you, still bent over, look up, causing your noses to bump. 

“I can take care of you,” Roy’s grave voice is nearly a whisper in the quiet of the large room. You gasp slightly and startle backward, causing Roy to backtrack in a slightly higher-pitched voice. “They tray, I mean,” he clears his throat until his voice reaches its normal timbre. “I can take care of the tray for you.”

You seem to be momentarily frozen, much to Roy’s surprise, though it doesn’t last for long. Soon, you’re nodding distractedly, backing away from their table all the while. 

With your wrapped sandwich in one hand, you use the other to give a hasty thumbs up.

Roy waves you off with a defeated smile, bidding you a cursory goodnight.

Then you’re turning on your heel, speeding for the exit at a pace even Wally wouldn’t be able to keep up with.

He fucked up.

Neither he nor Jason can pull their eyes off you as you saunter away. 

Roy bites down harder on his chapped, bottom lip with each stomp of your heels as it jiggles your infamous cheeks in the process. Damn, what Roy wouldn’t do to get his hands on as much of your ass as he could manage. He knows there’s no way your ass would fit in the palms of his hands, but damn, if the thought alone doesn’t leave him drooling.

He doesn’t even notice the tent forming in his lap until Jason shoots him an unimpressed stare. 

“You’ve got it bad, bro,” Jason mutters into his water glass. 

𓅪𓅪

Roy does have it bad.

So bad that he makes his best friend take care of the raging boner you’d left him with.

Jason wasn’t lying when he said Roy hadn’t been laid since he’d sobered up around two years ago, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t jacking it almost every night. He’s found that the showers between the hours of four and five am are a safe haven for him to quickly get off, but tonight he needs something more.

Tonight’s different.

Roy presses Jason against the tiled wall and fucks into his tight ass all while imagining your wet pussy and fucked-out face. Roy comes embarrassingly fast, something Jason doesn’t let slide. He puts Roy to work, forcing his dick down his throat with a rough hand gripping his fiery hair until he comes all over Roy’s freckled face with a grunt.

It’s good and fine and whatever… Jason’s extremely attractive- that’s not the issue. 

The issue is he’s not you.

Jason takes one look at Roy’s constipated face and sighs, wiping gently at the remaining beads of come on the tip of his cock with Roy’s discarded boxers.

“Just talk to her,“ he says before leaving Roy to drown under the stream of his post-nut misery.

𓅪𓅪

He’s rounding the corner to his dorm room in his towel when he runs right smack into you and you’re…

“Holy shit,” Roy can’t help the airy moan that escapes at the sight of you in a loosely tied silk robe- only a silk robe.

You’re breathtaking. 

Your billowing hair, gleaming eyes and, overall, sinful features leave Roy’s mouth hanging open. Speaking of mouths, your supple, pouty lips are screaming at Roy to slip his dick between them and choke you with his length until he sees tears in the corners of your sex-doll eyes. 

Even in the fluorescent lights of the Watchtower hallways, your skin softly glows, radiating deep down into Roy’s bones. 

He needs to get his hands on you. 

Your features all meld together perfectly in a way that makes sense and he wonders how he ever could’ve imagined you to look any other way.

You tilt your head at him but don’t make to pass. It’s like you’re captivated by his captivation and, if anything, it only serves to captivate Roy further. 

You seem somewhat startled, though it’s obvious you’re trying to hide it. Roy wishes he could control his reaction; he really does, but you don’t know what you’re doing to him. Your startled face steadily shifts, leaving Roy to wonder if maybe you do. Maybe you know exactly what kind of effect you’re having on him. 

The teasing glint in your eyes seems to point to the latter and it’s making Roy weak in his already wobbly knees.

The sight of your costumed-self in the past has been enough to render him speechless. Now you’re here, standing in front of Roy’s rabid form with your robe steadily slipping from your silky shoulder and further down your bicep. 

Needless to say, the one-on-one contact with you is dizzying. It’s as if he’s drowning in the thick syrup of your honey-sweet figure without you ever having uttered a word other than his name. 

A succubus of sorts, for sure.

You’re hypnotizing and Roy knows he’s yet to pick his jaw up off the floor but can’t bring himself to stop. 

A steady breeze tickles at his mid-drift and it’s then he realizes he’s also forgotten to pick up his fucking towel in the process.

While Roy’s been completely stupefied by your ethereal features, you’ve been staring at his half-mast cock with an unreadable look. Roy inwardly groans when he realizes that Jason would probably know what it meant but erases the thought as soon as it pops into his head.

Roy looks down at his freckled, pink-tipped dick, then back up at you, then back down again and back up.

“Jeez,” He scrambles to drop to the floor for the Justice League embroidered towels they supplied in the locker rooms. “Sorry,” his voice is thick with want as he squeezes his words out from behind a lump in his throat you’ve conveniently caused. “Didn’t see you there,” he says once he’s popped back up and secured his towel. “You alright?”

Your eyes flick down to his now completely erect cock that’s covered once again by his towel, then back up to his emerald eyes. He follows the motion self-consciously, eagerly awaiting your next move. 

You’re a wild card to him. He can truly say you’re one of the few people he’s unable to read and one of the only people that he never knows what you’re going to do next. 

You’re a captivating mystery, an enigma for Roy’s puzzle-loving brain to tirelessly work at. And here you are, revealing almost everything to him while still revealing absolutely nothing. 

You nod and he watches as a magnificent blush coats your cheeks, though not the ones he’s been carnally craving.

“Sorry,” Roy sputters again as you continue past him like nothing had even happened. Like Roy hadn’t been staring at you for two minutes straight. 

You shake your head easily as if to say you don’t care, but Roy hopes you do. 

You continue past him with your usual confident stride, leaving Roy to wonder how you can possibly expect him to move at all with the trance you’ve put on him. His wobbly knees struggle to remain upright as your silent padding grows more and more distant.

Your scent lingers in the air around him like a cruel reminder of what could’ve been.

When he’s finally able, he turns around to watch your ass jiggle further and further down the hall with a heavy heart and even heavier blue balls. His heart nearly stops when you actually turn around to see if he’s still there, only to blush and duck your head back around on account of his blatant staring.

And so, the chase continues.

A/N: i’ve fully fallen in love w my characterization of roy and i’m absolutely WRECKED about it ok? i hope u feel the same and let me know if u do! ALSO ok I wrote this back in March (before I broke my pinky lol) but I did edit recently, but if it sounds a bit off from my current stuff that’s why :,P

Important: Cardinal is not usually mute, I take a lot of her hero design from Black Bat and thought it would be cool to include another aspect of Cassandra's character, hence this!

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[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Two DC Comics Superhero Teams That I propose just for fun:

Titans of Tomorrow: (aka the Kingdom Come Titans)

- Nightstar (Mar’i Grayson, age 12, daughter and eldest child of Dick Grayson and Princess Koriand’r )

- Impulse ‘Bolt’ (Irey West, age 12, daughter of Wally West and Linda Park)

- Speedy III (Lian Harper, age 12 1/2, daughter and only child of Roy Harper and Jade Nguyen)

- Darkstar (Robert ‘Bobby’ Long-Troy, age 11, son and only child of Donna Troy and Terry Long)

- Aquagirl II (Tula, age 11 1/2, daughter and younger child of Garth and Dolphin)

Team StarKnights

- Skybird (Jake Grayson, age 10, son and youngest child of Dick Grayson and Koriand’r)

- Nightwing ‘Phantom’ (Christopher ‘Chris’ Kent, age 12, son and adopted middle child of Clark Kent and Lois Lane)

- Corvus (Jasper Logan, age 11, son and only child of Garfield Logan and Rachel Roth, created by @hains-mae and @fireflyxrebel-writes)

- Impulse ‘Charge’ (Jai West, age 12, son of Wally West and Linda Park)

- Red Kraken (Cerdian, age 13, son and eldest child of Garth and Dolphin)

NOTE: in this version, Cerdian becomes an older brother to Tula at the age of 2 1/2 years.

Reblog and/or reply if you have comments or questions regarding these two teams. It will be very appreciated

[akairawrites]

Dissimulate | Jason Todd imagine

"You are not a superhero; you are a detective. Start acting like one." The Police Captain's stern words hung heavily in the air as Y/N kept her head low. She hadn't uttered a word since entering the station, clearly grappling with some internal conflict, and getting reprimanded by the captain was far from her ideal solution.

Y/N sighed and looked up, the bruise under her eye standing out prominently. It appeared to be worsening, clear evidence of a recent punch to the face. "With all due respect, sir, I was doing my job, something that so many people here are afraid to do." She shifted in her seat, sitting up more comfortably. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go home and get some rest." Without waiting for further discussion, she rose from her seat and left the captain's office, grabbing her belongings from her desk as she replayed the events from just a few hours ago in her mind.

•••

Y/N occupied the passenger seat of an unmarked Ford Explorer, observing the bustling Gotham streets as the car maintained a steady pace. She glanced over at her partner, Jessy, who was bobbing his head to the music playing on the radio. He must have noticed her gaze because he stole a glance in her direction before returning his attention to the road, a smile forming on his lips. "Do I have something on my face?" She quickly shook her head and cast her eyes downward, even though Jessy could sense that something was amiss.

"What's bothering you?" Y/N looked back at him and then out the window again before releasing a sigh. "It's nothing... just this frustrating case we've been working on." Lately, they had been assigned to a case involving a new vigilante who had been causing quite a stir in Gotham. He went by the name Red Hood, the same moniker the Joker had used a few years ago. However, there hadn't been any concrete connections between the two, leaving them puzzled.

“How about I take you out? To take your mind off everything," Jessy suggested, genuinely concerned. The case had been weighing heavily on both of them, and he believed that some time away from work would be beneficial.

It took Y/N a moment to respond, but just as she was about to reply, Jessy slammed on the brakes as something thudded against the hood of the car. They quickly realized it wasn't an object but a person.

They hastily exited the vehicle and began to give chase. Y/N got a brief glimpse of red and gasped before darting after the figure. "It's him!" she exclaimed, paying no heed to Jessy's calls to wait.

Y/N rounded a corner and spotted the Red Hood. She pushed past a few civilians in her path, calling out, "Stop! GCPD!" She sprinted as fast as she could, but the Red Hood proved to be faster. He abruptly turned into an alleyway and effortlessly scaled the walls. Y/N followed closely, watching as he disappeared onto the rooftop.

She was not going to give up.

She swiftly climbed the fire escape, and when she finally reached the top, the Red Hood had just landed on the adjacent building. "Stop!" she yelled once more, and as she reached the edge of the building, she peered down into the alleyway below. Taking a deep breath, she stepped back to get a running start. With a leap of faith, she descended, landing on her feet before losing her balance and rolling on the ground. She quickly regained her composure and persisted in following him, determined not to let him slip away.

He abruptly jumped down from the building, seemingly aware that there was nowhere else for him to go. Once his feet touched the ground, he hopped over a fence leading to an abandoned warehouse, with Y/N hot on his heels.

Inside the warehouse, she quickly lost sight of him. The place was shrouded in darkness, with the only illumination filtering in through the cracks in the boarded-up windows. Uncertain of what to expect, Y/N drew her gun from its holster. "GCPD! Come out with your hands up!" To her surprise, he complied. Emerging from the shadows, he slowly approached her.

"Hands up or I'll shoot!" she warned, her gun trained directly on the Red Hood, who appeared undaunted.

As the Red Hood drew closer, Y/N had no choice but to slowly back away, maintaining a cautious distance between them. They both had a moment to assess each other. She couldn't see his face, but she discerned a hint of green through the eye slot in his mask.

Unbeknownst to her, he had closed the gap between them. Without warning, he swiftly kicked his leg up, disarming Y/N of her gun. It clattered to the ground, and before she could react, he delivered a rapid punch to her face, sending her sprawling onto the floor. She struggled to regain her composure, but when she looked up, he had already vanished.

Once she emerged from the warehouse, Jessy had just arrived, having tracked them for nearly five blocks. He rushed up to her, placing a concerned hand on her shoulder, noticing a bruise forming under her eye. "Are you okay?" His voice was laced with worry.

"I'm fine," she responded curtly, pushing his hand away as she headed toward their car. Annoyance gnawed at her as she realized she had let the Red Hood escape yet again.

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[justinepush]

Do some of you remember Zaine? He's my fankid for Jade Nguyen and Roy Harper and I was obsessed with drawing him back in quarantine

[petsdenonne]

Supermarket Flowers

Pairings: Jason Todd x Roy Harper x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None, It is safe for work

Word count: 649

This was an Anon request! 💕

✨MASTERLISTS✨

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Clink. Clink. Clink. Of course out of all of the trollies the store had available this morning you had to pick the one with a sticky, noisy wheel. Of course the day you ended up with an annoying trolley, was today. You weren't in the best of moods, Roy and Jason had promised you that they would assist you with grocery shopping this week. But, the two of them had stayed out late on patrol and crawled into bed during the early morning as the autumnal sun began to rise. The only response you were able to gain from them were inaudible groans and sleepy mumbles said into pillows as you left through the front door. 

Holding your quickly scribbled slightly crumpled shopping list in one hand as you went up and down the aisles getting everything as quickly as you could, you didn't have a tolerance for people today. That is when it happened. She had stepped out in front of you. 

A female shopper had stepped out from behind a display of spicy mayonnaise that was on discount and you'd accidentally hit her with your trolley, hard enough to bruise her hip. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry! Are you okay!? I didn't see you” You quickly gasp out and stare at the lady, holding onto the handle of the trolley tightly as she just stands in silence. Seething. 

Suddenly she just bursts out at you, screaming, acting as if you had hit her with a car. A crowd begins to gather to nosey at the commotion that was building up. A few members of staff coming to try to calm her as hot tears stung your eyes. You take a shaky deep breath in to try to stop them from overflowing as you feel a strong hand on your shoulder. Giving a comforting squeeze that seeped familiarity, soothing the burning in your chest that made you feel sick.

As you look over your shoulder you see Jason there, smiling at you apologetically with Roy standing close at your side, glaring at the attention seeker. “She didn’t do it on purpose” Jason said sternly as Roy seemed to disappear out of the aisle, having to walk through a small group of people who quickly parted to get out of his way. As the woman became defensive and started shouting louder Jason wrapped his arm around your shoulders, leading you away from the confrontation and into a different aisle. Once you were alone he cupped your face with both of his rough calloused hands and used his thumbs to gently wipe away the tears that had began to trickle down your face. “Oh, Darlin’. We’re sorry we weren’t here…we promised you we’d be here and we weren’t”

“It’s okay Jay, I understand, you were both tired. It’s not like the two of you had been out drinking...you were working” You say quietly as he continues to gently run his thumbs back and forth against your cheeks “No, No its not okay. We promised you’d we’d help this week” He said as he moved to continue guiding you further away from the woman, who was still loudly causing chaos for the underpaid workers.

As you round a corner out of an aisle close to the tills you see Roy putting a receipt in his back pocket. Picking up three different bunches of flowers from the bagging area as he nodded a polite thanks to the old lady manning the toll he had used. Spotting you and Jay his face lit up before he sheepishly shuffled over. Offering you the three bouquets as Jason softly moved your hands off of the trolley handle for him to take over pushing it. “I Uh…didn’t know which one you’d prefer…so I got you all three. We love you, sweetheart”

[perseus-jackass]

EEEK YOU’RE A BATFAM FAN AND A PJO FAN THAT IS SOOO COOL tim is my favorite but i love jason and the fact you crossed him over with luke?!?!?! i’m going insane please tell me more about your fic friend!!

All I have to say about the Jason and Luke thing is that Anastasia has a TYPE.

AHHHHH OKAY OKAY so on the batfam side everyone except Bruce and Dick are demigods bc I think it’s funny.

Alfred- Themis, who’s actually a titaness but she’s actually the titan of justice, divine law, divine order, and custom, which is perfect for him (also that makes the fates his sisters which is hilarious to me).

Selina- Hermes obviously.

Jason- Poseidon bc I’m obsessed with it within the context of him dying 4 months before his 16th birthday??? Like I’m having so much fun with that.

Cass- Ares which I feel is self explanatory, but I’m also obsessed with her having to reconcile being the child of the god of violent, bloody war and her childhood (I might actually end up writing a connecting oneshot just exploring that).

Steph- Hermes the vibes are there and again, loving playing with the parallels of Arthur Brown being a villain she has to fight and the Luke, who’s her brother.

Tim- Athena duh.

Duke- APOLLOOOOO. NOT JUST BC OF THE LIGHT THING BUT HE CANONICALLY HAS SO PRECOGNITION ABILITIES IN CANON?? too perfect.

Damian- Damian is actually a legacy, not a demigod. Ra’s is a son of Hades. I had a fun idea about Lazarus Pits being corrupted wells of the Styx that crossed over into the mortal world.

And I think this will be the first time I post about this part, but Jason is going to be a part of the Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth crew. Luke ends up in Gotham when he goes south from Connecticut and they meet first. This is both so him and Luke have a good relationship and because Jason and Thalia being close is why Zeus doesn’t just kill him 😭.

ALSO ALSO Roy is a son of Hephaestus (blessed by Apollo bc Oliver is an Apollo kid (all Oliver’s kids are blessed by him but Roy is the only one that’s also a demigod)) and I have a really funny scene of Jason meeting the Titans for the first time and they’re like

bc Roy and Anastasia have a brother-sister relationship so Roy and Jason know each other pretty well. Also the demigods know superhero identities bc of Roy and Oliver.

And this is just some of what I have 😭 I’m still just writing out the timeline rn

[wiihtigo]

comms for @judedeluca 🏹🏹🏹

[xxdreamdemon]

This is such a beautiful work of art. I think this is probably going to be the only book I actually read all the way through. I've been waiting eagerly for this to come, and it didn't disappoint. The pins are so cute, and the book is so nice. I got this book in her giveaway, and I'm so lucky I did!@albatmobile✨❤️✨

[igotanidea]

Caught : Jason Todd x reader preview

Imagine:

Jason and fem!reader spending the night at Roy's place and poor Lian walks in on something that a little kid should not see (or even hear....)

Yes, I'm a terrible person who's gonna give poor kid a trauma 😅 (but seriously it's not gonna be that extreme 😉)

Edit: full story is here

[that1emowitch]

So just in case anyone's confused about ages of characters in Fire here it is (i might edit in more later)

Jason: 21

Nile: 3

Tim: 18

Dick: 25

Kon: 4 (technically) but looks 18-19 ish

Damian: 12

Roy: 25 (ik he’s canonically older than Dick but who tf knows what’s canon anymore)

Kori: 27 (in Earth years, idk bout Tamaranian years)

Bruce: 42

Babs: 25

Cass: 19

Steph: 17

Alfred: ∞ immortal ∞

Duke: 16

Artemis (the Amazonian): 20

Bizarro: looks 25-ish

Wally: 26

ALSO do check out Fire (Jason Todd & Child!OC)

[albatmobile]

Cardinal Sins Chapter 2

𓅪 Living with your vigilante boyfriends for the past year has been amazing, well, almost. Butting heads, old wounds resurfacing and a deadly threat still looming overhead could threaten the sanctity of everything you've ever fought for. Will you finally overcome your tainted past and survive the trials and tribulations, or will your relationships and your faith crumble under the pressure?

Rated: E | 7.3k | Contains: stakeouts, interrogations, sex pollen, public sex fem!Reader x Jason Todd x Roy Harper [masterlist] Previous in Series: Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds

Chapter Two: Novocaine

When you get home, Jason’s silent as you and Roy excitedly rehash your interrogation. 

Dick takes off a few minutes into the conversation, noting Lian had been put to bed at 8 and had been sufficiently fed with Dick’s famous sarmale. 

Once he’s gone, Roy reattempts to pick up your quickly souring mood that Jason’s pouty attitude has caused.

“Baby, when you pushed him away,” Roy has his arm around your shoulder as he guides you into the master bathroom, “I was like, ‘holy fuck, she’s about to whip him the fuck up.’” He snorts as he wordlessly helps Jason remove his armor. “And then you literally whipped him the fuck up.”

You giggle, though it’s soon cut off by Jason’s quiet grumbling. 

You’ve had enough.

From the death glares he’s been shooting you coupled with all of his under-breath comments, you’re about ready to lose your shit. “Got something to say, Jay?” your eyes narrow, mimicking his slitted emeralds. “Or are you content to mutter under your breath like a child?”

Roy’s shoulders sag as he looks between the two of you, fully knowing what’s coming next.

Jason scoffs, turning his attention to Roy just to piss you off even more. It works. “Why do you keep acting like it’s a good thing that she’s getting physical with mercenaries?”

“It’s not like what we do is any better, Jay,” Roy shuts the door with a quiet click behind the three of you. 

Jason huffs, “Whatever.”

As soon as it’s shut, you waste no time in advancing on Jason, finger accusatorially pointing in his direction. When you reach him, your finger bends as it firmly meets his built chest. 

“What’s your fucking damage, Jason?” you complain, making sure to keep your voice low. “We got the lead; you’re welcome, by the way, so what’s the fucking issue?”

Roy groans, watching as another fight rears up between the two of you.

“It was a rookie mistake to let you take charge,” he tears off his shirt and his pants follow soon after. You try not to check him out; really, you do, but it doesn’t work. He rolls his eyes under your blushing inspection and moves past your smaller form into the bathroom. 

“Again,” you huff, “I got the information, didn’t I?” 

Don’t stare at his abs, don’t stare at his abs.

He hops into the spray, giving you a full view of his abs and so much more.

Fuck.

You cross your arms, facing away from him with a pout. 

You’re angry, you’re very angry. He’s so hot… but you’re so fucking angry…

You unwittingly bite your lip, following the streams of water that trickle down every delicious curve of his muscular body.

“Yeah,” he laughs humorlessly, running a hand through his wet hair as he looks at you with an unreadable look, “by dry-humping him.”

Okay, yeah, the anger’s definitely back.

You’re in his face in an instant, abs be damned, “FUCK YOU!”

Roy, who’s halfway through removing his pants, nearly trips as he holds you back from giving Jason a piece of your mind. “Woah, woah!” you glare at Jason’s smug face, flipping him off easily. “Hey, enough,” Roy’s using his dad voice now. “Both of you. This is getting ridiculous.” 

Roy checks you over and once he’s determined you’ve calmed down, he joins your boyfriend in the extra large walk-in shower.

“I just don’t understand why you can’t just tell me how you feel, Jason,” you hold out your arms in exasperation. “Why does it have to be jabs? Why does it have to be a fight? I love you!” Jason’s taunting smirk disappears and is replaced by a grim line, then blankness. “Please,” you plead, “just talk to me, Jay.”

He doesn’t bother getting annoyed about the nickname anymore, having long given up on stopping you from saying it once Roy had given the okay.

“You don’t have anything to prove to us,” is all he says.

Them?

He thinks this is still about them?

You sigh, “Maybe I want to prove something to myself.” 

Silence immediately falls as your words sink down over the room with the steam. The shower spray batters the tile as the three of you take each other in.

You distract yourself by changing into your pjs and washing your face, looking at them in the mirror and trying not to get distracted by their tempting nudity. To save yourself from getting caught staring further, you wait for them on the bed.

They finish up and dry off soon enough and join you in the bedroom.

Roy climbs beside you and wraps you in his arms easily, but Jason lingers by his nightstand, fiddling with the note he’d written for you and Roy back in high school. 

‘Remember for them.’

You watch Jason, feeling Roy’s familiar gaze flit anxiously from lover to lover as the two of you wait for him to speak.

“I,” Jason starts suddenly, looking down at the note as he does so. “We,” he corrects himself and chances a glance in your direction, “don’t want to see you get hurt.” He sets the note down and sits on the bed. “I love you both a lot. I can’t stop Roy from fighting, so it’s not fair of me to stop you, but I don’t hate it any less than I hate him going out in the field,” he sighs. “And I’m sorry for being a dick.”

You draw Jason against your chest, rubbing his back while you press kisses against his hairline. “Do you really think I’d put myself out there, hell, you think Bruce would encourage me to go out there if I couldn’t hold my own?” Jason raises a dubious brow, but it’s beside the point. “Let me show you what I’ve got, both of you,” you’re pleading now and you know it. “Please.”

Jason tilts his head up to look at Roy, who’d conceded long ago, for confirmation he already knows is there.

“Fine,” Jason wastes no time in pulling you down into a sweet kiss, then Roy. 

Roy doesn’t let you off the hook as he draws you close for a toe-curling kiss and lowers you to the mattress below. “I’d totally fuck you, princess,” he yawns in the middle of your nickname, “and the grumpy, old man, too, if I weren’t 10 seconds away from falling asleep.”

You and Jason both laugh as you settle into their embrace and drift off for the night.

And, thus, contention #2 comes to an actual end...

Hopefully.

•••

Two days later, you’re hacking into the surveillance cams at Gotham Botanical Gardens.

“Do you see anything, Sitter?” Arsenal asks.

You roll your eyes at your loathed codename which was short for babysitter, aka the whole excuse they used to reach out to you two years ago.

You watch as the two of them stealthily make their way into the underground storage unit, watching for obstacles.

“Yeah,” you drawl. “A shit ton of leaves, a few plants,” your fingers tap boredly against the wooden desk, “some dirt.”

The entire lot is entirely vacant aside from all the obvious flora and fauna littering about. Well, that and one janitor, but he’s been finished cleaning for a few minutes now it seems.

Hood’s gruff voice replaces Arsenal’s over the comms, “He meant anything useful.”

“Stand by,” you respond tonelessly.

Comics never really went over how long these missions take, not just set up either, but also staking out. Timing is everything and it’s slowly becoming a skill that you’re understanding. Having watched them over comms nearly every night this past year, you’ve picked up on some things.

Actually being in the field, though, definitely feels different.

After another 30 minutes of making sure that, yes, the janitor was the last person in the building, the mission finally begins.

“Sitter to position in,” Arsenal’s voice crackles in your ear, stirring you from your boredom, “5.”

You stretch your body as you stand up from the surveillance desk, groaning as you do, “Copy.”

Time to get suited up.

All your energy floods back in an instant. You giddily pull out your freshly made suit that Damian and Jon had dropped off earlier when Jason and Roy had been prepping. Neither have seen anything and you kept close-lipped about the design.

It’ll be a complete surprise for both of them.

Five minutes click by and you swiftly place a stray chair under the closest air vent to hop in. You close it behind you before carefully traversing the duct system, using Red Hood’s directions as your guide.

“You should be seeing a vent opening dead ahead,” his deep, robotic tone warbles across your earpiece. “You’ll see Roy and me.”

Sure enough, when you look down, they’re both standing there waving at you.

“Copy,” You wave back, though it’s too dark for them to see you. “Sitter is in position.”

“Are you wearing the,” Roy trails off teasingly.

“Wearing the new suit?” you finish for him. “Yeah, I am.”

You don’t need the comm system to hear Red Hood’s heavy sigh, “Would the two of you get your heads in the game?” 

You and Arsenal both sulkily respond at the same time, “Copy.”

“Good,” he says. “I think I found something.”

You watch as he and Arsenal move to further open a door that’s been left ajar. 

Weird.

You hadn’t seen that on the security cameras.

You have to let them know something’s up. 

“Hood, Arsenal.”

“Go for Outlaws,” comes Arsenal’s quiet response.

Just as you’re about to warn them that the security footage has been on loop, a room full of vines shoot out to capture them both. 

You barely manage to cover your gasp as a redheaded woman slowly slinks into the room. Vines follow behind her like loyal dogs as they snake menacingly throughout the large, open space. You can’t help but bristle at her scantily clad getup as she saunters toward your men.

You’re sitting on your haunches in the vent, waiting for their signal, but it still doesn’t come.

She sidles up to your boyfriends, slowly petting their faces as she coos something you can’t make out. 

Your fist clenches. Just who does this green bitch think she is?

Both move their disgruntled faces away, but the searing smog of jealousy is already weighing down on you, pumping through your veins like adrenaline with every agonizing beat of your heart.

In your crouched position, you steel yourself to put an end to this. Your entire body thrums with rage, feeling the icy heat of it trapped against your body like, well, some sort of a greenhouse effect.

Still, their signal never comes.

Her skin slides against them as they struggle while her fingers trickle along the same paths yours have long ago claimed. You’re shaking now, hands and teeth clenched as you wait.

Still nothing.

You can hardly think anymore. All you feel is the pulsating rage of insecurities rushing to your skull, drowning it until you have no choice but to attack.

They belong to you.

Your body reacts before your jealousy-submerged mind can catch up. 

You bash in the vent with your heeled boots, using both hands on either side to launch yourself out of it like a slingshot. Your right leg surges forward as you sail across the room, preparing to put this costumed freak on the ground.

“Woah,” you hear as you whiz past Arsenal and land a kick straight to her stupid, moldy-green face.

“Agh!” she skids to the floor but almost immediately pushes herself into a standing position. She rubs at her swollen cheek, eyeing you up. “My, my. What a pretty flower you are,” she smiles sinisterly, beginning to circle you as she takes in your red vinyl costume appreciatively. “I haven’t seen you around these parts before. Name’s Ivy,” she smirks, reaching out a leaf-covered hand in your direction, “Poison Ivy.”

The neon green of her lidded eyes scour over your suit, as if memorizing it.

“That actually explains a lot,” you snark. “Call me, Cardinal.”

She hums, "Interesting."

Before you can bat her hand away from you, two vines restrain your arms to your sides, “Hey!” 

You’re instantly lifted in the air, where she holds your flailing form. You attempt to struggle, but the vines only tighten their hold on you as you do so. Suddenly, she begins to talk about her careful care over her plants, which you use as a distraction. 

The clawed tips of your gloves, a design Luke had suggested implementing, immediately get to work. You use their sharp tips to saw through the thick vines, only bothering to feign attention when her sly eyes shift your way.

You grunt, glaring at her smug face as she delicately pets your leafy restraints. “Do play nice,” she pets a few plants that she's grown to hold her in a verdant throne of sorts. “My babies haven’t had civil company in quite some time.”

Is she serious?

Fuck. This.

“I’m fucking tired,” you finally manage to saw through the vine enough to wriggle your one hand free, then the other, “of you second-rate villains telling me to play nice.”

Completely freed, you swing your dangling body to knock her sideways, out of her throne and onto her ass. From there, you waste no time in grappling with her, throwing vicious right hooks at her head. It’s completely savage and you wish you didn’t feel such an exhilarating rush from beating her down, but you do.

She lands a few good hits on you, but you refuse to give her the upper hand. You lower your block, allowing her to pay you back for the previous head shots as you position yourself for the final blow.

The two of you are grunting, both in pain and aggression as you struggle to get her pinned.

One uppercut to the chin is all it takes for her to finally slip into an unconscious state. She quiets, though you remain on her, panting for a few beats longer to make sure she’s actually down. Only when the other vines recede, do you allow yourself to get up. 

Your gate is slightly wobbly, but you still manage to jog over to cut off the remaining vines from Red Hood and Arsenal.

“Love the suit, baby, but, damn,” Arsenal greedily eyes you up, “you weren’t pulling any of those punches, were you?”

You’re embarrassed that you’ve allowed your jealousy to get the best of you, but, for now, you try to brush it off, “Couldn’t risk her getting the drop on me.”

Hood doesn’t really say anything, just runs his hands up and down the expanse of your body appreciatively, “Cardinal, huh?”

“Yeah,” you rub sheepishly at your arm. “I, you know,” you trail off self-consciously, “when I knew, I knew.” 

It’s not that you need their approval, it’s that you want it. 

Ever since you picked up your first comic book, you’ve been waiting for a moment just like this. Regardless of what Damian had warned, this whole night felt straight out of the ones you used to read when you were younger.

Red Hood and Arsenal have been in the game way longer than you have and, if you’re going to be fighting by their side, you want to hear what they think of your hero persona.

“Cardinal it is, then, sexy,” Roy’s hand sneaks down your back to grab at your ass.

“In the field, Arsenal?” Hood’s robotic tone warbles across the gentle hum of the lights. “Really?”

Arsenal immediately removes his hands from you, “Totally right, sorry, baby.”

“Cardinal,” you correct.

“Let me just,” he mimics zipping his lips, causing you to laugh.

All the while, Ivy’s slowly come to. She blearily takes in your crew before shoddily aiming the tiny silver crossbow that adorns her wrist in your direction.

“Unh!” you grunt in pain a small arrow embeds into your shoulder. “TAKE COVER!” you warn. At the same time Jason tackles you out of the way, collecting an arrow in his back for you as he does. 

Meanwhile, Arsenal unleashes a barrage of much larger arrows her way.

Ivy’s more coherent now and able to dodge every single shot he sends her way.

Not good.

“Cover is futile with me in a room full of plants, lovely,” she teases as teeth chomp suddenly down around you. “I won’t play so nice this time, darling.”

Her voice gets cut off, muffled by your new prison.

It’s dark.

There’s a sliver of light where you can make out your boyfriends attacking Poison Ivy through wispy teeth.

You’re pretty sure you’re inside some kind of mouth, but- what?!

Seriously, what kind of plant has teeth???

You extend your arms as far as they’ll go as you push around the vast dark cavern but it only causes the mouth to close completely.

Shit.

Don’t panic.

Don’t panic.

It’s warm here, especially with the suffocating fabric of your suit plastered up against your panting face.

“FUCK!”

You bang against the hollow cavern, feeling helpless.

All at once, boiling fluids begin to rise toward you, leaving you to feel even more helpless.

Claws.

Oh, shit. 

You want to smack yourself upside the head for forgetting about the only weapon on your suit- your sharp gloves. 

You sink your fingertips into the fleshy stomach (?) you’re currently inside. 

The material is veiny and crisp, so your claws crush through the stomach like a paring knife through an apple.

Arsenal’s right there to catch you, rolling your bodies to the side to avoid being swallowed by, what you now realize, is a truck-sized Venus flytrap.

“Holy shit!” you exclaim breathlessly, looking up at Roy as he checks you over for any injuries. “I’m good, baby. I’m good,” you assure him, taking the hand he offers to get you back on your feet.

“MY BABY!” 

“CARDINAL,” Hood screams over Ivy’s screeching, “ARSENAL, GET DOWN!”

Arsenal drops with you, unleashing two arrows as a loud crash sounds from behind the two of you. Upon contact, the arrows burst and envelope the room in a thick fog.

It’s quiet, though you can hear your breathing from where you lie.

You turn to your side and faintly see Arsenal looking around.

“You really think some fog will stop me?” Ivy sounds like she’s gritting her teeth at this point. All at once, her vines shoot out to capture Arsenal from beside you. You hear Red Hood grunting somewhere close in the distance and assume he’s been captured, too. “You,” she stalks your way, crawling on top of you to pin your hands to the ground. You struggle against her hold as she manically smirks down at you. “You’ve destroyed my precious plant,” she caresses your face, leaning in as if she’s about to kiss you. “Now, prepare to pay the price.”

Her hands shoot down from your wrists to your throat.

“Get off of me!” you screech as your hands wrap around hers in a vain attempt to pry them off of you.

“Silence!” she bangs your head back against the tiled floors below. “The three of you think you can just waltz in here and destroy my property? Did you really think I wouldn’t put up a fight, or are you all just that sloppy?” she scoffs, “Now look at you,” she mirthfully smiles down at you. “You’re beneath me. You’re all beneath me,” her grip tightens. “All you humans are good for is fertilizer.”

“Fuck you,” you struggle to speak against her chokehold. 

As a last-ditch attempt, you use the oldest trick in the book.

You tap her on the shoulder, briefly distracting her enough to have her hands around your neck to loosen. It’s only a brief moment, but you use it to buck your hips, swiveling under her small frame to dislodge her from on top of you. You lunge after her, sending puffs of smoke into the air as you wrestle around with her in the blinding fog.

You have the upper hand, but you know if the plants get involved again, you’re fucked.

Time to put her back to sleep.

You hear Arsenal and Red Hood’s grunts on either side of you as you pummel her into the ground. Fist after fist. Even when you miss and your hand crashes agonizingly into the ground below, you don’t let up.

Payback?

Probably.

Justified?

Totally.

Finally, the vines from around your lovers grow limp and the two of them break free.

You can hear Arsenal and Hood stirring from behind you, so you halfway turn around, accentuating the curve of your ass in your vinyl-clad suit.

The smoke’s mostly cleared now, though, for some reason, your throat still feels tight.

Weird.

Before you can ponder it further, both your boyfriends come up to give you huge hugs.

“Yeah,” Arsenal smirks proudly, eyeing your voluptuous cheeks as he pulls away from you, “I’m fuckin’ that ass.” He groans, however, when he pulls away and sees one of Poison Ivy’s arrows embedded in his chest. He pulls it out with a small wince.

“Stop,” you complain, “I’m trying to look like a professional over here!” For some reason, every movement sends a flash of tingling heat across your skin. You shake it off, meeting Arsenal’s wild grin with a snort.

“Oh, it looks professional alright,” he winks as he and Hood move to restrain Ivy’s unconscious form.

Arsenal slings her over his shoulder so your group can take her to another location for interrogation.

•••

The room you’ve picked is high up, clear in the city and far, far away from any plants.

Your mission earlier today had been to make sure the room was completely void of any plants. Literally, any plants. You’d found a quarter inch of grass and had to dispose of it.

Ivy doesn’t put up much of a fight once she realizes there’s no way out.

That, and she’s got two guns and a crossbow pointed at her head.

“Gee,” she says with a roll of her eyes, “guess I’ve done it this time...” She trails off coyly. “This being what exactly? If you don’t mind me asking,” her drawling tone makes it clear that she doesn’t really care if you do or don’t mind.

“The shipment to Black mask,” Red Hood shoots at the wall directly behind her, whizzing past her ear. He’s not wasting any time tonight. She automatically straightens in her seat in response to the shot, “What did you give them?”

She catches herself before swiftly sliding into another coy smirk, “That’s all you want to know?”

“We’re not playin’ games over here, Ivy.” Another shot. This time from Arsenal with his arrow sticking a millimeter away from her foot. “What was in the box?”

However much they try to intimidate her, her eyes never leave you. You know she can’t see under your mask, so you have no idea why you feel like she can. Honestly, it gives you the shivers.

You tilt your head ever so slightly, hoping it comes off as menacing, but her eyes only gleam. For what, you have no idea.

“A stem,” she answers carefully.

You’re glad your mask hides the entirety of your face because you’re shell-shocked.

Your vision had been of a stem.

Her response only adds credibility that what you’re seeing is actually happening…

You take three menacing steps forward before you even realize it. 

She’s playing way too much for your taste and if Arsenal and Red Hood aren’t going to beat some sense into her, you are.

You don’t have to say anything to have her leaning slightly back, away from your threatening demeanor. You place one of your pointed-toed boots in the space between her green thighs on the chair. Your head slowly tilts to the side, smiling under your mask as she follows your movement easily.

Her eyes flicker from your eyeholes, sliding down the stitched red vinyl of your outfit and along your leg until her gaze finally settles on your foot.

Without a word, you kick with all your might, sending the chair right smack against the concrete wall behind it. You push it with such force that one of the chair’s legs snaps in the process. 

She groans, attempting to loosen her restraints, but it’s futile.

You approach the discarded leg slowly, noting how her breathing picks up as soon as you approach her tied-up form on the floor to grab it. You twist the wood around playfully like a baseball bat before swiftly swinging it up above your head as if to bash her.

The leg doesn’t even come close to contact before you get your answer.

“IT WAS A ROSE!” you halt your movement, leaving your weapon hovering dangerously close to her squinting left eye. “It was a rose,” she repeats lamely.

“What kind?” Arsenal asks.

“The extinct Winter Rose,” she glares at you, but you remain completely still to maintain your off-putting demeanor. “The very same ingredient I use to poison my arrows.” 

As soon as she mentions it, a flash of heat pulses down your body.

You have been feeling extremely warm ever since one had gotten embedded in your shoulder. You’d chalked it up to the skintight costume, but apparently not.

You hear subtle shuffling behind you and realize that they’d both been struck, too.

“The buyer?” you growl, leaning further over her tied body. She shrugs, smirking at you with a newfound confidence you intend to beat out of her. “I’ve got time,” you say right before bashing down on her collarbone until the chair leg in your hand breaks once again. 

“You wanna change your answer?” Arsenal comes up from behind you and you know he’s trying to take over. “Can’t hold my partner back for much longer,” he jokes, though he’s the only one who laughs. 

You know he thinks you’ve lost it, hell, Jay too, but you’re the only one getting any actual answers. 

Red Hood nods his head in the direction of the door.

He wants you to leave?

You mimic his motion with a sass you know he catches immediately.

You fucking leave if you can’t handle it, Hood.

Even through the heat of whatever poison, even through his impenetrable helmet, you feel the ice leaking from him.

To combat the cold, you turn around, giving him your shoulder in response.

Arsenal has been trying to get her to talk, but to no avail.

You had her.

She was about to talk.

They ruined it…

It’s as if you blackout, pushing past Arsenal to slam down on another chair leg. It breaks easily. The sound of splintering wood crackles throughout the small room, silencing Arsenal’s line of questioning.

Ivy makes a small noise that she attempts to cover by clearing her throat, but you know she’s scared of you.

You slowly stand, feeling all eyes on you as you rise and extend the splintered end of the chair leg between her eyes. The splintered wood barely scrapes against her green skin, but it’s only to serve as a reminder that it’s there.

“Let’s try this again,” your voice sings lowly. “Buyer, destination.” It’s no longer a question but rather a demand.

When she doesn’t answer, you press the ragged wood further into her skin. Small bubbles of green liquid seep out and kiss at the ends of your interrogation weapon, reminding her of the damage you can and will do.

Hell truly hath no fury like a woman scorned.

“The buyer was Joker,” she answers after a long pause. You remove the wood briefly, only to puncture her skin lightly again. It works. “FINE! The destination was Cadmus.”

You don’t have to look behind you to see Arsenal’s shock.

Cadmus had been the one who’d stolen your loves all those years ago. They’d kidnapped Roy, cloned him and, in his absence, Jason tirelessly went in search of him.

“Why did they want it?” Red Hood’s robotic voice brings you back to reality. 

“The girl’s a lot better at this than either of you.” To prove her wrong, Red Hood swiftly kicks her in the stomach. Instead of drawing it out any longer, she responds with a pained exhale, “He wants the protein in it. For what, I don’t know. Honestly.”

Hood turns to the side and backs away as soon as Arsenal nods. Without warning, Red Hood opens a capsule right under her nose. The three of you watch as the woman finally falls limp in her uncomfortable, tied position on the floor.

Distant sirens sound from down the street and you know the three of you have to go.

Arsenal punches open the window with his bionic arm and motions for you and Hood to join him. His arm whirrs briefly as a grappling gun rises from the black metal. You watch as he aims, seemingly without looking, at the office building across the way. He ties it off and tugs on the line quickly, ensuring its tautness before using his bow to zipline across the expanse.

“Here,” Red Hood whips out his shotgun as he scoops you up to hold against his armored chest. 

Regardless of your earlier jealousy, you’re just glad to be in his arms. You wrap your legs around his torso as best you can while wrapping your arms around his thick neck and hold on tight as he uses the shotgun to slide along the rope.

Once you land on the accompanying rooftop, Arsenal cuts the line.

The walk back to the bike is quiet as the three of you avoid cop cars and civilians alike. The interrogation is over, sure, but once you’re all on the bike, the questioning truly begins.

“You want to talk about what happened?” 

You frown, refusing to look at either of them, “Nothing technically happened.” 

“You looked downright murderous,” Roy starts cautiously as he hands you a helmet. 

“I can’t help my face,” you cut him off, giving them your best impression of innocence, but neither buy it.

“Next, you’re going to tell me that, ‘at least we got answers.’” You’re still in public, so he’s yet to remove his Red Hood helmet, though he has turned the voice modulator off. “Aren’t you?”

You remove your hands from around his waist, motioning your arms to the side like it’s obvious, “And we did. Didn’twe?”

Arguing has never turned you on before, but for some reason, you’re itching to touch yourself.

You blame it on the new suit, though Poison Ivy’s warning rings in your ear.

Poison.

From underneath you, you feel Roy’s dick stir to life suddenly. It only confirms your suspicions that whatever uncomfortableness you’ve been feeling for the past hour has been due to that dumb, green bitch’s arrows.

“Uh,” Roy starts, shifting in the seat. “Anyone else starting to get really horny, or is that just me?”

Jason lets out an annoyed curse and screeches to a halt in an alleyway.

“Home’s four blocks down,” you try to sound normal, but whatever effects the poison has entirely set in. Instead, your voice comes out in a low purr, surprising even yourself.

“Jay?” Roy asks unsurely.

“Listen,” he gruffly removes his helmet, throwing it to the ground below. You watch as it clatters on the slick alley pavement and is soon followed by his holster and, lastly, his gloves, “We’re talking about this after this toxin wears off, got it?” 

His stern gaze stares you down, but apparently, it’s not enough. He removes your mask before nodding Roy over.

“Answer me,” he demands cooly, pressing his thumb firmly against your bottom lip. It’s as if he’s waiting for your words to fully ravish you in your poisoned states. “Now.”

“Yessir,” you nod slowly, entranced by his touch. It’s as if your previous argument has completely slipped from your mind, no matter how hard you try to recall it.

It’s hard to think straight when all you want is Roy’s dick in your mouth and Jason’s, well, in you.

You crumble to your knees, unleashing their rigid cocks from their pants as you do. You waste no time in deep-throating their hypnotizing lengths, going between their dicks like you’re starving for it.

Truth be told, you can’t seem to get enough. You whimper, feeling your own uncomfortable itch rising uncomfortably into your lower stomach. It carries an unignorable weight that you quickly move to remedy by removing your suit.

Whatever poison you all are under seems to have taken enough of an effect to leave them completely underwater. Neither reprimand you for the full-frontal public nudity, but rather welcome it.

They descend upon your flushed, naked body like wolves devouring their prey.

You unleash the unholiest of sounds, begging incoherently for more of the soothing relief that comes with each and every touch. However, with each touch, your body only burns more.

Your cunt aches like never before, no matter how many times you rub at your clit, it’s not enough.

You squat before lewdly opening your knees to expose yourself fully. You can’t wait any longer. You shove one finger inside yourself with your thumb loyally flicking at your sensitive nub as you come face to face with their swollen, leaking cocks. 

You feverishly wrap your hands around their lengths, trying to tease them, but the pollen wins over. The inescapable heat scratching at every inch of your body demands more.

Roy’s forcibly thrusting his red-tipped dick against the corner of your mouth, while Jason’s hand snakes securely around yours. He greedily guides your slick fingers up from your pussy to grip his cock. It doesn’t take much more for him to desperately fuck into your clasped hand with shaky breaths. 

Your legs shake from the relieving rush of endorphins your lovers grant with each snap of their hips. Your jaw is tight when Roy finally comes down your throat, but it doesn’t stop him from continuing to fuck into your mouth with his softening dick. Jason seems to have played fair all he could as he forcibly shoves his cock in your mouth, too.

“Mmph!” you mutter around their overwhelming combined weight, feeling tears trickle down from your dazed, wanton eyes.

Roy’s slow with his thrusts finally, but Jason’s just getting started. Your hands close around their bases, stroking up and down their spit-covered cocks with a loose grip and a sloppy pace. Jason’s domineering grip on the back of your head forces you to take all of him you can, but it doesn’t seem to be enough. Each commandeering thrust draws wrecked, muffled moans from your fucked-out mouth.

You can’t take it anymore.

Your hands stop jacking off their pulsating members to continue relieving the inescapable, torturous throb in your cunt. You haven’t masturbated so desperately since shoving your panties in your mouth while in their bed long before you’d officially gotten together.

Your pussy is a wet mess, gushing slick onto your thick thighs with every insatiable flick of your fingers against your pulsating clit.

Time goes by inexplicably, which seems to be the only reason Roy’s normal talkative nature during sex has been silenced. The sex is purely primal, with everyone’s salacious actions driven purely by their own respective lust alone.

They both empty their come all over your face, competing with each other on who can moan louder as they aim for your open mouth. Your firm grip around their lengths coaxes and pumps every last drop you can manage.

To your surprise, they’re both immediately ready for round two. You can’t help but bite your lip in anticipation of what’s to come.

They take turns fucking into you, using your body for their pleasure while the other stifles your moans. They hide their own grunts and erotic noises through bruising marks they scatter all along your skin as if to claim you. 

You wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Literally.

Them fucking you is the most relief you’ve gotten from this whole pollen situation.

When they can’t wait their turn, they fuck their tip into you as the other continues to pump in and out of your leaking pussy. The wet sound of their dicks breaching your tight hole over and over again only spurs further want. 

Cars honk and music plays from the restaurant across the street as they pound your cunt the way you deserve.

Usually, Roy likes to take his time with positioning you so he and Jason can both watch as his cock disappears in and out of you, but not tonight. 

No, tonight Roy’s pussy drunk and desperate for relief.

You take load after load, with each of them taking multiple turns to fill you with their hot come. It’s as if nothing they do to you is enough with the way the itching heat of want remains trapped against your sweat-slickened skin like the most beautiful curse.

You swear you hear the familiar ‘woosh’ of a cape, but when you look up in the direction of the noise, you’re only met with the cloudy night sky.

That is, until…

“Oh,” your head snaps in the direction of the familiar voice. In the toxin’s dying haze, you’re able to make out Batman and Robin. “That’s fucking disgusting,” Robin then proceeds to fake vomit until Batman gives him his signature scowl.

“What the fuck are you guys doing here?!” Jason cries out in embarrassment, covering his junk from their view in an instant. He flips around to fully cover you from sight.

Roy, being the last one struck, is still deep in the throws of fucking you senseless. Jason forcibly pushes him off and makes him decent by pulling up his pants that have pooled at his ankles.

Luckily, they’ve already turned away to offer you all some privacy. 

“Here being a very much public alleyway, Hood?” Robin snarls, looking up at the sky while refusing to meet anyone's eyes. You shimmy up your suit, feeling a flood of sticky come spilling from you as you do. You stifle your moan, but only barely. Damn, this poison is strong. “The fuck is wrong with you three? You think it’s sane to fuck in-”

Batman cuts him off, “What’s going on? You’ve been unresponsive for three hours.”

Once you’re all decent, they turn around.

“Three hours?” you ask in disbelief. 

Suddenly, the weight of your salacious activities catch up to you. Your pussy’s never been so thoroughly fucked and it’s sure as hell never been so sore.

Hell, parts you didn’t even know could be sore are sore.

Roy tries to pull you against his erection again, but you succeed at bating him away. 

“Oracle sent us a message after all three of your signals went dark and two check-ins went unanswered on your comms.” Batman looks just as uncomfortable as you feel, you know, quite literally being caught with your pants down. “What happened?”

“Ivy,” Jason responds, staring holes into the brick wall next to him. “Her arrows were laced with some form of her sex pollen.”

Batman hums. “Is it out of your systems yet?” you and Jason blush. Roy, on the other hand, is still focused on feeling the two of you up, giving Batman the only answer he needs. “Arsenal,” he reaches into his utility belt to reveal a thin syringe, “I’m going to need you to remain still.”

You and Jason move to restrain him, dodging his tongue as he tries to lure you in for sloppy kisses. Batman uses his distracted state to inject the blue liquid into Roy’s freckled arm.

As soon as the last of the liquid empties into his veins, he shakes his head.

He rubs at his face tiredly, then moves to pat at his clothed erection, “What a fuckin’ trip. I’m pretty sure my dick fell off.”

“I have a magnifying glass in my belt we could use to look for it, Harper,” Robin offers testily.

“Oh, look,” Roy obnoxiously grabs at the large imprint of his dick through his come-stained pants with a smirk before airily snarking back. “Found it.”

Robin scrunches his nose in distaste at the sight, once again looking to the sky.

“Call us if you have any other issues,” Batman and Robin don’t linger much longer before they grapple off into the night.

Once they’re gone, the three of you finally look each other over.

“Can’t even lie,” Roy slumps down the brick alley wall and into a puddle of come. “Best sex of my life, loves. So far,” he adds cheekily with a wink.

You and Jason begrudgingly meet his high five, with you snorting as you do so.

You’re hoping Jason’ll let you off the hook until you get home, but apparently not.

You’re not even through the threshold of the alley when he starts.

“Why the jealousy?” he comes right out and asks.

“Pretty sure makeup sex usually happens after the argument, Jay,” your stomach lurches uncomfortably, hating the way their eyes search yours for answers you don’t even know. “Just sayin’,” you trail off lamely. 

“Answer him, baby,” Roy lightly encourages you with a comforting hand rubbing at your waist.

It’s quiet for a moment as they allow you time to collect your thoughts.

“Now that you’re both mine,” You look at the ground, “I just want to make sure you stay mine. Is that so bad?”

Jason sighs, “When it puts the mission at risk, yes.”

Your head shoots up, glaring at him, “Oh, but your flirting didn’t?”

As much as you hate to admit it, your jealousy seems to be rearing up as the next biggest contention. 

“What fucking flirting?” He throws up his hands in exasperation as he says your name. “Huh? What. fucking. flirting?” 

Always one to exacerbate the situation, Jason’s irritation quickly rises to the surface before he’s able to tame it.

“We honestly weren’t, princess,” Roy quietly adds. 

You pout, crossing your arms as you turn your head to the side. You refuse to feel like you’re being ganged up on. “Oh, okay. So only Jason’s allowed to freak out about this stuff, then, right?” Jason just shakes his head, narrowing his eyes at you like you aren’t making any sense. Roy doesn’t seem to quite follow either. “The Deadshot situation doesn’t ring a bell?” his face immediately falls before going blank and crossing his arms defensively over his chest. “No, no. It makes perfect sense,” you go on sarcastically, “that Jason’s allowed to get jealous and insinuate that I’m some kind of fucking whore, but the second I get jealous, suddenly it’s not okay and ‘jeopardizing the mission,’” you add with exaggerated finger quotes.

Both are quiet, understanding the hypocrisy of the situation.

Maybe contention #3 isn’t just your jealousy but jealousy between the three of you in general. You recognize from their exchanged glance alone that they’ve come to the same conclusion.

“We only want you,” Jason groans your name in annoyance, as if he can’t understand why you can’t understand. 

Regardless of the reassuring words, his tone only pisses you off more.

“Oh, yeah,” you roll your eyes. “Totally sounds like it when you say it like that,” you say with sarcasm dripping from your every word.

Jason’s only growing more frustrated, pacing as he runs his hands through his messy, sweaty hair. “WE’VE ONLY EVER WANTED YOU!” he finally shouts, turning to you with wide eyes. You automatically step back, not having expected the outburst. As soon as he sees it, he instantly calms himself before Roy can even try to intervene. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell,” he says quietly, suddenly unable to meet your eyes. “We love you.”

“Only you,” Roy confirms, mouth in a serious line as he gazes into your eyes.

You swallow around the ache of tears steadily building in your throat as you hesitantly walk toward him. Once you’ve closed the distance, you lift his chin with your fingers, meeting his eyes as they flicker your way. 

“Okay,” you nod genuinely, biting your lip slightly as you do. You hear their words and you have no reason not to believe them, but for some reason, the doubt seems to linger. 

The two of them stand there in the mouth of the alley with their hands splayed at their sides as if waiting for another blowup. It never comes. 

Instead, you sigh. “You both mean the world to me and I want to work on this with you guys,” you kick a stray rock that sits at the toe of your boot, refusing to meet their inquisitive stares. “I may need a bit of help, though.”

The tension between the three of you dissolves in an instant. 

In lieu of a response, Roy closes the distance between you and Jason. He wraps the two of you up into a bear hug, kissing you both on the lips as he does.

Jason still seems a bit stiff, which makes you feel slightly uneasy. Fuck. Have you created even more distance in your already slightly strenuous relationship?

But, no. He’s right there to give you the reassurance you need.

“We’ll all work on it,” Jason places a guiding hand on both of your backs as he helps situate the two of you back on the bike. “Now, let’s go home.”

A/N: iiiiii am so excited to introduce the hero!oc of the ARS/CS universe to yall!! it's been building up for a while and i'm so glad it's finally here!

when i was planning ars, this plot of cardinal sins was really pushing the whole backstory arc forward in the sense that i knew i really wanted reader to be a legit hero, but i needed the backstory to be really strong to get to this point. i had a blast with ars, but cardinal sins was always the endgame

IMPORTANT: if you'd like to use cardinal in anything- lmk!! i have a tag on here and tumblr: albatmobile oc!cardinal that you can use too just be sure to give me credit pretty plss!

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DC Comics Superhero OC: Quiver

(Artwork Made by @eerilyhollow )

Co Created by @confusedhummingbird and yours truly

Civilian Name: Camila Rodriguez Garcia

Age: 10 1/2 years

Height: 5’ 1”

Weight: 62 lbs

Personality: Ambitious, Adventurous, Kindhearted, Innovative, Willing to Learn From those She Trusts, Loving to her Parents and Generally Forgiving despite some Disagreements with them, Filled with Bravery, Unafraid to Stand Up for What’s Right, Outgoing, Friendly and Genuine With Her Words and Actions

Bio:

Born in Star City, Connecticut to firefighter Tomas Garcia and his wife Rosa who works as Nurse, Camila was raised more or less under their stern yet loving care without any major incidents during the first few years of her life. Early though, she began a small liking to the art of archery, inspired by some cartoons and movies her family would sit down to watch together, among them Robin Hood.

However her first foray into the world of superheroes and villains which turbo charged her interest in archery came when one day, at seven years old, Her family where visiting a nearby bank. All of the sudden, armed crooks and thieves held the staff and patrons visiting hostage as they made their way to the vaults with hopes to clear them out with the money for themselves. When Tomas attempts trying to stand up to ringleader of these thieves, he had said ringleader’s six barrel revolver aimed directly at his face. Just as little Camila was about to rush to save her Dad, suddenly an arrow knocks the pistol out of the leader’s hand, quickly letting everyone present to look and sure enough, Green Arrow, Red Arrow Black Canary and finally the blonde haired, yellow and red suited Speedy II had arrived, beginning to make quick work of these thieves.

Their amazing feats and skills as they dodged each and every bullet fired at them while firing back with arrows of all sorts from the traditional to the Boxing Glove and Exploding Trick ones were all a joy and wonder to behold for little Camila as her family held her close. Especially prominent of which were both Red Arrow and Speedy, most getting her attention with quippy back and forth banter and compliments to one another in the face of these odds. As the battle wraps to a close with the ringleader being taken down by Green Arrow’s boxing glove arrow, the Arrows checked everyone of the patrons for their safety and seeing if any were hurt, Speedy in particular walking to the Garcias. During which, Camila, with wonder in her eyes, reaches out to shake Speedy’s hand which she gladly and proudly accepts

Since then, Camila has attended numerous archery classes and clubs to improve her skills and hobby into new heights. This all comes for the as she secretly also begins sewing up her own suit, inspired by both the Speedy that rescued her family but also of another archer based hero, Arrowette from Young Just Us. However, in the midst of probably living up to a dream of being a small scale superhero of her own, a major bombshell in her life drops. Her parents had divorced; while cordial and respectful as they both have an understanding with each other and for certain beyond doubt they love their daughter, this was far more than what Camila can grasp at first. Even to the present day, the longer effects of this sudden divorce and its aftermath linger in her headspace when discussing with her parents.

As Rosa has primary custody of Camila, the two later moved from Star City to the environmentally progressive yet rather radically grim Bludhaven, New Jersey, renting out an apartment in a complex run by none other than Richard Grayson-Wayne, who’s own family of Kory, Mar’i and prominent for our story Jake, all reside within. Initial greeting with the Graysons were slow as per moving troubles and the like, but overtime within the months after doing so and first attending Bludhaven Academy, which has her attending many of the classes as Jake does, Camila starts adjusting accordingly and with confidence

Finally her big break came as she put the final touches on her suit. One day, local heroes Nightstar and Skybird were engaged in a massive brawl against resident local super criminals the HIVE Five but at first were hopelessly outmatched. Seeing these heroes in danger and wanting to prove herself, Camila puts on her finished suit, takes her bow and arrow and set and sticks to the shadows for a chance to strike on the side of the heroes. As a fist from Manmoth was about to pound into Skybird, she fires the arrow right to armored gauntlet around his fist, stunning him in shock and giving Skybird the chance for a knockout blow, finishing the fight with a victory for the good guys. It’s there Nightstar spots this archer clad in blue and white and the latter makes a run for it, afraid of their attention to her.

By the time she reaches her window to her bedroom and takes off her domino mask, she only needs to look behind to see both Nightstar and Skybird right outside, lightly tapping the window to let her know she can have her arrow back. Realizing there’s no use hiding it, Camila lets the two in, revealing herself as that archer who helped out against the HIVE; she only had a desire to help out and didn’t meant to get in their way. She almost starts pleading with the two not to tell her mother about this.

Thankfully at that moment, Nightstar and Skybird reveal themselves as her neighbors Mar’i and Jake, perfectly understanding her and promising not to tell either Rosa nor Tomas. After some talk about what inspired her and what she wants to do as an archer crime fighter, both Mar’i and Jake later take her to visit one particular other junior archer crime fighter who can vouch for her to receive some advanced training: Lian Harper, daughter of Red Arrow himself Roy. After some introductions are made and offers for her being trained by her hero Speedy herself, Mia Dearden, all that’s left now is her codename. That one was too easy for her.

By day she’s regular student and almost average girl Camila Garcia; at late afternoon, you can call her Quiver

Primary Teacher(s): Mia Dearden aka Speedy II and Cissie King Jones aka Arrowette

Occupation: Student at Bludhaven Academy, Member of numerous Junior Olympic Archery Development clubs, and Trainee for CPR Classes for Youths at Bludhaven General Hospital

Superhero Outfit: Blue Hood, Cape, Calve High Boots, Gauntlets, Domino Mask and Skirt with White undershirts and Calve high socks. Equipped with a Blue Bow and White Quiver Set

Physical Appearance:

Brown Hair and Brown Eyes when Unamsked

Hairstyle is Medium Length and Curly

Freckles Present on her Face

Trivia:

- Like Lian and Roy, Camila and her mother Rosa have strong taste buds able to withstand the spiciness of Ollie’s infamous Chili Recipe. Rosa goes as far as to make additions and spin offs to said recipe with her own ingredients. They prove more popular than Ollie’s only because more flavor comes in exchange for Spice

- While never wining any medals or trophies in previous archery competitions, Camila has come pretty close to them on several occasions, usually landing her in between Second and Third places frequently. It’s something she and Arrowette aka Cissie King Jones can be relate to

- While not an outright member as of yet, similar also to Penelope Troy, Camila is indeed a close ally of both the Titans of Tomorrow and Team StarKnights due to her friendship with Mar’i and Jake. And yes like the many members on both teams, she’s well aware of Jake’s hidden crush for his classmate Meredith Robinson though unlike the others, she’s the one mostly likely to let Jake and Meredith have their personal space from each other out of respect for their feelings.

- Speaking of Penny, both Camila and her are both very close with each other as friends as well, Penny even offering Camila Amazon based Archery techniques she knows by heart to which Camila gladly accepts and slumber parties between them are common as well

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