#TIM LOVING HIS BOYFRIEND SO MUCH AND BEING SO PROUD OF WHO HE IS HE BAKES A RAINBOW PRIDE CAKE???

[redrobin-detective]

a bird in the hand

“Hey uh, can I speak to Commissioner Gordon?” Officer Patricia Nolan looked up from what she’d been doing and stared. “It’s important,” the teen leaned forward conspiratorially, “Bat business, y’know?” The bullpen was always loud but right now it was silent, everyone stopping to watch their visitor. Just her luck Pat’s desk was the first one when you entered.

“Yes, I can see if he’s available,” she said faintly, glancing quickly over at what the boy was carrying in his arm but not sure how to broach the subject. She wasn’t as familiar with the capes as some of the others. “I’ll see if he’s available,” she continued as she picked up the phone on her desk. Her hands did not shake, her voice did not quiver. She was a Gotham City girl through and through, not much rattled her these days. But that’s not to say that the situation in itself wasn’t strange. Matt from from Vice speed walked by and was staring so hard he walked straight into the wall.

“Gordon,” the Commissioner answered with a sigh.

“Hey, It’s Pat Nolan,” Pat began. “You’re needed down in the bullpen, there’s a uh hero who wants to talk to you.” She glanced at the teen who was looking around the bullpen curiously. “It’s not a Bat.”

“Christ,” Gordon groaned. “Well who is it? Nevermind, I’m on my way. Too damn late for this; I thought Batman told all the other capes to stay out of the city?”

“He did, sir but I don’t exactly take orders from Batman,” the boy grinned. Pat gripped the phone a little tighter realizing he could hear Gordon through the phone. “And you probably guessed from the symbol that I’m Superboy,” he lowered his colored sunglasses with one hand. “The Suberboy.”

“Superboy will be waiting for you,” She said dutifully before replacing the phone. “The Commissioner will be down in a moment, do you want to sit?” Pat wasn’t entirely sure how to handle the situation so she just automatically defaulted to polite. It’s the reason her desk was so close to the front. 

“Nah, I’m good plus I gotta hold onto my precious cargo,” Superboy said, giving ‘his cargo’ a light bounce in his arm. Being able to hold that kind of weight singlehandedly without any sort of strain, that kind of alien power you only saw once you crossed the river to Metropolis. 

“Alright, I’m here, what do you- Christ on a Bike is that Robin?” Gordon jolted as he rounded the corner in his rumpled trench coat. “Is he alright?” He said but his tone was calm. Because while it was worrisome that the Boy Wonder was in the station at all, much less being held at Superboy’s hip like a toddler, the kid looked okay. His tights were a bit scuffed and he smelled vaguely of smoke but he looked entirely at ease in the other’s arm. His cheek was resting comfortably in the crook of Superboy’s neck looking, for all intents and purposes, deeply asleep.

 “Oh yeah, he’s fine,” Superboy shrugged. “Rob’s just been working this arms dealing case for like, a week straight. No one is exactly sure when’s the last time he slept so once he got everything sorted, he just crashed. So anyway,” he reached into his jacket and didn’t seem phased by half of the bullpen reaching for their weapons. 

He pulled out a USB and dangled it in front of Gordon. “Before he was forcibly put on the Dreamland Express, Robin wanted you to have this. It’s all his notes on the guns, who’s supplying them and evidence leading back to the guys in charge. We got some of the small fish tonight but you need a badge to get the the bigger ones.”

“Thanks,” Gordon mumbled, grabbing the USB hesitantly, like it was going to explode. “If I may ask, how did you get involved with this? Did the arms dealing originate in Metropolis?” Detective Mac groaned quietly in the back. They hated intercity especially investigations but it was worst with Metropolis, all ‘Superman this’ or ‘Superman that’. Pat kind of gets it now, the Supers have such a strong presence to them.  

“Oh no, I think Robbie said these guys came from the south like Florida or something,” Superboy frowned. “I’m here because this one-” another light shake of Robin who still did not stir. “Got so wrapped up in this case he forgot our date night,” he rubbed at his eyes. “Found him making one of those string evidence charts on the fridge because he ran out of room on the counter.”

“And Batman?” Gordon questioned, like he didn’t want to know the answer. 

“I think he’s in Japan on League business,” Superboy tilted his head in thought, “or was it Norway? Anyway not here. Rob always goes a little overboard when Bats isn’t around to spray bottle him into taking a break like hello, you’ve got nothing to prove, we already know you’re super sexy and way smarter than Batman.”

No one quite knew what to say to that so they just stayed quiet. Superboy glanced at the clock and groaned.

“Shit, I didn’t realize it was so late. I’m gonna be in so much trouble when I get home once I drop this idiot off,” he ended his sentence with a soft kiss to the top of Robin’s hair. “Hey, did anyone catch the end to the Knights/Meteors baseball game? I caught some of the eighth inning when Rob and I raided the warehouse where they were storing some of the guns, I think the Meteors were up.”

“They were,” Detective Driver said with a smug grin. “it was 8-9 Meteors but Matheson hit a triple at the bottom of the ninth and it ended 9-12 for the Knights.” 

“Hell, we keep crumping at the last minute,” Superboy huffed. “I’m telling you that new pitcher they brought in from St. Louis ain’t cutting it; hope they trade him back at the end of the season.”

“Might as well trade the whole team while you’re at it,” Driver goaded. “Metropolis hasn’t put up a good showing since the miracle season of ‘93. If I were you, kid, I’d fly to a city with a better team.” 

“Man, get off my back,” Superboy grinned. A couple people gasped quietly when he lifted himself up off the floor. “And be careful what you say; I doubt Robin will move to me if we decide to move in together which means y’all,” he clicked his tongue and did a one armed finger gun, “will have to deal with me on a more long term basis. Anyway, thanks for the help and uh the service you do. See ya.” 

He turned and flew out the way he’d came, down the stairs to the main lobby and presumably out the front doors. And the whole time, Robin hadn’t moved from his slumber as if there were nowhere safer than his friend’s -boyfriend’s?- arms. 

“Well that sure was something,” Montoya grumbled from the back.

“Bad enough we got Batman and his little kid freaks running around but now he have Supers too?” Chandler groaned, resting her forehead on the desk. 

“Did you guys see-,” Stacy, the secretary and unofficial Batsignal operator said, poking her head in. She winced, “I guess you did.” She smiled and held her hands over her heart. “Well I think they’re cute, SuperWonder is so two years ago, SuperRobin is the only true ship.”

“I have no idea what you’re saying and I don’t want to know,” Gordon sighed, shoving the USB into his coat pocket and shuffling out of the bullpen. “If you need me, I’ll be going over this evidence and wondering why I’m still in the game if lovesick teenagers are doing my job for me.”

[heartpilled]

wanting to dig into tim’s monologue about how safe and secure and happy he finally feels but instead i just start to cry every time i picture him baking a cake and decorating it with individual rainbow colored letters 

[honey-milk-depresso]

Jason, Tim and Dick with an s/o who’s completely the opposite of them??

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Batboys with an s/o completely opposite of them

Dick Grayson

Dick is a very extroverted, active and optimistic individual while you’re very introverted, lazy (let’s all be real here-) and… well, he calls you a realist (because he doesn’t wanna call you a pessimist-).

The two of you have a rather funny dynamic between the two of you: Dick’s always the one dragging you out because you need “sunlight”.

“Come on, s/o! Let’s take a stroll! Gotta get that vitamin D!”

“Dick… it’s 8pm.”

“…” “You get the point, come on now-”

He’s just concern for your health because he loves you and doesn’t want you to just laze at home all the time, you know? And isn’t it nice to take a stroll with your boyfriend?? Come on now-

Dick’s always the one to cheer you up when you’re grumpy or sad (or both), and you’re always there to ground him back to reality when needed and he appreciates that.

Another thing to note is that he actually has poor communication skills when it comes to the relationship, and always feels like he’s a burden to share his problems. You, on the other hand, aren’t afraid to speak your mind and put a lot of trust in him when it comes to communicating challenges within your relationship with Dick and you encouraging him to put trust in you because he will never burden you because you love him honestly makes him admire you, and also fall in love with you even more.

It’ll take some time, not because he doesn’t trust you, it’s just because there’s that lingering thought of not wishing to burden you and also because old habits die hard but… slowly he’ll get there, and that’ll be the one thing you guys can be similar in.

For now, he loves his potato couch cutie (just stroll with him every once in a while at least-) <3

Jason Todd

Has no idea how he even managed to get you, because you’re everything he’s not.

He’s always so emotional, impulsive and jealous, while you’re so calm, rational and trusting in him even when he knows he’s got so much sin in him that he’s not proud of committing, and knows he can’t be forgiven for them at times.

Yet… you never saw that in him. You’ve always thought he’s someone compassionate, loyal and caring, and you love him even at his worse. He’s never thought of himself like that after you told him so sincerely and gently that he almost broke down and cried. You love him so much as much as he loves you it makes him feel so warm and comforted. He just feels so lucky to have you.

He kinda wishes he’s like you, because he’d always think it’s better to be anyone else but you’d tell him otherwise. Besides, it’s always opposites that attract.

He loves you with every fibre of his being, you’re like a second chance given to him. Well, not that he sees you as a way to feel better but he genuinely believes you’re an angel sent to him. Literally. But seriously, he loves you and he’ll try to be a little bit more calmer than let his anger get the best of him. You always can calm him down anyways.

You always told him that his compassion for you touched you, and that his warmth and love is something you’ve never had before from anyone, you make him feel so special, you know that? <3

Tim Drake

Tim’s… all sorts of things. He’s ambivert, more introvert-leaning, but he’s also poor in time management due to his workaholic nature and rather reserved in temperament.

And you were a lot more responsible and better in time management because you ACTUALLY do set limits for yourself than just doing EVERYTHING in one goal. You weren’t a control-freak like him, rather taking things slowly. Just like him, you’re an ambivert but more extrovert-leaning and you had a tendency of getting lost in your emotions, just being more sensitive than him in general.

Every time you try to drag him to bed, shower, eat, just take care of himself he gets a bit pouty every time you do this but he’s touched. You had to open his eyes to let him see that timetables exist, and open up his heart to let him know it’s okay to take a break. Breaks even. He deserves breaks.

Tim is always there to calm you down. You just get so worried for him every time he goes out for patrol because anything could happen to him in Gotham. He reassured you, kissing your forehead softly while you patch him up with a little bit of tears glossing your eyes and tells you he’s okay. He’s never really had people care for him so much to the point they cry which was why when he got a few minor cuts on his arms and torso, he panicked when he saw you cry so much. He makes a mental note to make sure he doesn’t come home too injured, but at the same time you always tell him he shouldn’t hide his pain from you. You just want him safe.

You two just blend well together, and he always feels like he can come to you when he feels troubled. And you can always go to him for comfort.

Bonus: You dragging Tim by his feet to go to bed while his coffee-drunk ass is sighing in defeat and lets you drag him away but smiled tenderly despite being tired. Sigh, fine. He’ll sleep, just for you. <3

Reblogs help! ^^

[theflyindutchwoman]

"I'm sorry for disappointing you"… This little sentence just ruins me every time. It's so heartbreaking. Because at this point, Lucy isn't even angry. She's simply resigned. She expected it, just like now she is expecting Tim to be disappointed in her. And how many times have we heard her utter this exact sentiment over the years? "I'm really sorry if I let you down" (to Andersen in 1.10), "you should have seen Sergeant Grey's face. It was utter disappointment" (to Nolan in 1.14), "I know you're disappointed in me" (to her dad in 1.17), "I kinda hoped that he would be proud of me" (3.06), "If you're done expressing your disappointment, I would -- I would like some space, please" (to her mom, in 3.10), "I won't let you down" (to Grey, in 3.13), "My whole life, nothing I have ever done has been good enough for my mom -- not -- not my grades, my boyfriends… my career" (in 4.14)…

And that makes Tim's answer that much more heartwarming. "You could never disappoint me." With the notable exception of her parents, every time she has expressed that sentiment, she was being told that it wasn't the case, that she wasn't letting anyone down. But she never fully believed it. Her self-worth is directly connected to making other people proud of her. And that's not sustainable in the long term. Hearing those words from Tim — someone who means everything to her, who is her safe space — is so important… Just like having his unwavering faith, his unconditional support and love is…

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

How Tim Drake stole the show and lost millions for a good cause....... aka getting laid

Part 2

Kon didn't really expect this, to feel so powerful he's fucking Superboy after all but being with Tim watching the envy and just the pure power his boyfriend walks with it's hot and addictive.

The entire gala is practically watching. Tim's arm which is decorated by a Rolex that they picked up today which cost more than Kon has ever seen. It feels good like he deserves it and for now he feels like kryptonite couldn't even touch him.

"How you feeling baby, you look a little flustered." Tim's whispers in his ear voice dripping with sex.

"I'm good but I have to ask is this like you, I don't know how to explain but is this a show?" He feels a little ashamed asking like he is questioning how much Tim loves him but this doesn't seem like Rob.

"Kon, everytime I see you it takes every bit of training I have from bending you over. Right now I want to show all of Gotham who you belong to." He looks straight into his eyes licking his lips.

"I was a Drake before a Wayne this will always be where I belong I want you to know every bit of me. I don't know the cost of a bannana but I know that the woman standing across from us is wearing ten thousand dollar heels that are out of season. This is me and I'm proud of who I am, who you are." He can't help the smile that slips onto his face.

"I didn't mean anything by that I just needed to know this feels like a dream I feel like a queen and I just I love you sunshine I just needed to know." He shoots forward kissing Tim falling into his arms were he belongs.

It's feels like it last forever and not enough when Tim pulls away.

"Now as much as this is my gala and I would love to pull you into a closet and have my way with you My Air we need to go greet Bruce and my siblings so let's go."

Tim directs him over to where the entire batfamily stands looking like gods who are being disturbed by the lesser he especially sees Batman looking him up and down with what seems like disgust.

He wants to hide but he remembers he's on Tim's arm and nothing can happen to him when he's with Tim.

"It's amazing gala don't you think Bruce I decided to come a bit later than expected I was distracted had to pick a couple things up." Tim's voice drips with something he can't name.

He sees Jason and Damian also looking at him something in their eyes that makes Kon want to cry beg for his place as if they are kings and he's just the pathetic peasant asking for scraps. It sends a rush of anger and he does something that he hopes doesn't cause Sunshine to kill him.

"Daddy, You think we could go grab something I'm starving, we barley ate this morning you wouldn't let me out of bed." Giggling as he kisses the side of Tim's neck.

He looks straight at Bruce his face frozen the other bats not much better but Rob catches his attention eyes burning his voice comes out commanding.

"Of course Bruce I have more important matters to attend to good night see you at home." The arm that he somehow forgot for a moment wraps tightly around him leading over to the food and far away from judgemently Bats who seem to hate him.

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Bruce thinks he should have just never gotten up today not only is his child causing him a migraine. He just heard said sons boyfriend call him a word that he can never hear again. Nevermind the recount of a sex act that he wishes he could bleach from his brain. Luckily his second oldest is always willing to distract him in his own twisted way.

"Am I the only one who feels like they are missing something, I know I tend to piss of Baby Bird but he seemed more high strung than usual." Jason mutters eyes calculating.

Dick doesn't hesitant to also insert himself of course giggling like a school girl.

"Oh you sweet summer children you at a Gala with Tim Drake and I love my baby brother but he's much like his name sake. He has a fair maiden and a love of precious gems this is Tim." Tone changing to an almost growl.

"You all looked at Kon like he wasn't worth anything and to Tim that's the one thing he loves more than anything you pissed off the dragon now I will be going to make my amends for not being more welcoming have fun." He throws over his shoulder making a beeline to Tim.

Bruce really wants a god damn drink.

[xmalereader]

Bruce Wayne X Male Reader

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Authors Note: The requests are finally coming in! I enjoyed writing this one out and tried my best to add as much demon facts as I could make up or find. I made sure that Bruce became a softie and tried to make readers and Bruce’s relationship sound special or romantic-ish? But either way. I hope you like it!

Request: I would like it to be by Bruce Wayne (the version you want) x male reader, where the reader is Bruce's boyfriend or fiancé but hides that he is a vampire or demon and that every night he goes out to consume blood or souls (if he is a demon) but that he only hurts criminals, and that during a patrol he meets batman (and if you want also one of the robins) and that they fight, but that during the fight the reader was seriously injured and that there bruce realizes that it is about her boyfriend/fiancé. || @apolo1808 ||

Warnings: Fluff, slight hints of angst, mentions of the bat family, language, Bruce is a softie, demon biology facts, chaotic friendships, mentions of marriage, Damien loves reader, platonic friendships.

Word count: 3.1K

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He was suppose to be in hiding, away from society and blending in with them instead of taking over them. He’s had family who were just like him, seeking havoc upon humans and torturing them for their pleasure. Not many of them were able to live with humans and found different ways to survive while others died off slowly due to the lack of souls that they consumed.

Y/n had been one of the few to survive, turning their hunger towards humans who, he thought, didn’t deserve a second chance after going after innocent people and getting them hurt. He’d only feed on criminals who lurked the dark streets of Gotham, brining fear into their eyes as they grew cautious of roaming the streets at night. Many would think that they fear the night due to Batman when in reality they feared the demon who lurked the streets, ready to strike anyone who crossed his path.

Y/n didn’t spend much time in the streets, learning how to survive on small amounts of souls and continuing on with his daily life with no issues. Their were nights that he felt guilty about keeping it hidden from his fiancé and family, afraid of what they would think of him if they were to know what he is. He was always waiting for the right time to tell Bruce about his abilities, but the right time went on for years to the point where he fell engaged to the great Bruce Wayne. He’d sometimes stare at the ring on his finger, feeling the guilt take over him as he continued to hesitate on telling Bruce the truth, knowing that the longer he drags this out the outcome could be worse.

He’d spent hours trying to figure out how to tell Bruce, not knowing how he’d react when he founds out that the man he wants to spend the rest of his life with is a demon who eats the souls of criminals. He’s known about Bruce’s identity of being Batman along with his kids too, which he didn’t mind. He knew that they were always safe and would come back home to him. But, the fact that his own future husband is Batman only made the situation even more complicated and continued to hold back on telling him anything.

During his own night routine he’d make sure to keep his face hidden, usually wearing all black in order to blend into the darkness as he hunted down criminals. He wanted to make sure that he wasn’t caught by any members of his family and so far he’s been smart enough not to get caught. He’d given himself a reputation that he was not proud of. Upon entering the cave he spots Bruce by his computer typing away while the rest of the boys did their own thing on the side. It took Y/n some time to warm up to the boys, when he first started dating Bruce he was nervous to know if they would like him not. He had gotten Dick’s and Jason’s approval in less than a few days, the two liking him at an instant.

Tim only took time since the poor kid was always busy with helping Bruce along with balancing his own schedule. He’d been around to force Tim to eat something healthy and drink anything else besides coffee to the point where he hid the coffee maker from Tim and told Alfred to keep him from leaving the house and buying any coffee. His relationship with Tim grew with the time they spent together, the two working together at Wayne enterprise.

The bond he struggled with the most was with Damien. He knew about his background and where he came from and for Bruce to openly accept his son into their home meant a lot to him. Their relationship was rocky at first as Damien ignored Y/n’s attempts at getting along with him. There were times where Damien would snap at him because he was ‘trying’ too hard or that he shouldn’t force a relationship.

Y/n didn’t give up. He continued to approach Damien even if the young kid grew annoyed he was always going to be there. Some could say that Y/n was often present in Damien’s life than Bruce, not that he was a bad father. Bruce was a wonderful man but he had his own flaws. It took months before Damien finally claimed him as family, growing protective over Bruce’s partner and always joining the man on errands. Everyone know that their bond was stronger than the others, but Y/n still loved everyone equally.

Which is why he struggled in the last few days with saying anything about his abilities. Pushing back on them as he provided fake smiles and reassurance. Spending his night hiding in alleyways as he waited for his prey, keeping himself hidden in the dark. He was doing fine for a few days without consuming souls, acting normal and doing his daily routine until he felt an emptiness in his stomach.

The sudden hunger was reaching its peak to the point where he’d have to head out and find a few souls he could consume in order to live for the next few days. He had planned to escape the manor tonight but, his plans were quickly cancelled by Bruce taking him and the kids to watch a movie together. Y/n had brushed off the hunger and joined his family.

He brushed the hunger away longer than a few days, going over his limit. His side affects were showing and it was becoming harder to hide each day: First, his throat felt dry. No amount of water could wash it away, next was his fatigue. He was growing tired to the point where he’d zone out during mid conversation whenever he spoke to Bruce or one of the boys. His third were his eyes, no longer their natural color but turning completely black. Once he reached that last phase he knew that he had to go search for a few souls he can consume.

Y/n spent his day packing up a small bag, clothes being shoved inside as he wore sunglasses indoors. It wasn’t until Bruce passed by their room, looking inside to see him packing his things. “Where you going?” Bruce asks while Y/n looks up and smiles. “I’m staying over at Susan’s place.”

Bruce paled, swallowing nervously as he steps inside the room. Bruce knew that whenever Y/n stayed at Susan’s it was because he did something wrong or wanted time away from his family. “Did I do something?” He asks nervously, watching his fiancé zip up his bag. Y/n tilts his head in confusion until realization hit him. “Oh! No, It’s nothing like that.” He approached him. “Susan has this friend who’s getting married and she was chosen as the maid of honor and was placed in charge of a few things. I’m going over to stay with her and help her out with organize everything since she’s terrible.” He chuckled out. “It’ll just be for tonight.”

Bruce sighs in relief, afraid that he’d done something wrong to upset him. “Sorry, I thought I did something due to being busy constantly.”

“It’s alright everything is fine, Bruce. I’m just gonna help Susan.” He takes his bag in hand and sighs softly, leaning forward to press his lips against his cheek before pulling away. “I’ll be back tomorrow.” He gives Bruce a small wave and leaves the bedroom, rushing down the hall and eager to leave the manor. His statement wasn’t a total lie, his friend Susan of a few years did need his help and he needed hers. He only had a few hours before night fall, giving him enough time to ride his own motorcycle to Susan’s place, her apartments located deeper into Gotham as he rode his way down the busy streets.

Upon arriving to Susan’s apartment he’s able to park his motorcycle inside the garage, collecting his bag and quickly rushing inside. He dodged neighbors using the stairs, giving them an apologetic smile before skipping steps as he runs to the fourth floor. He gives Susan’s apartment door a few knocks until she swings the door open, her hair all messy while she wore her reading glasses. “Thank god!” She threw her arms around him and pulled him into a bone crushing hug. “I’m gonna die.” She mumbled out.

“What—why?”

She whines. “I can’t do this wedding stuff, it’s too much work and I don’t even have a dress yet!”

Y/n rolls his eyes and gentle carried her inside, kicking the door closed behind him and sets her down. “Susan, you were picked to do this because your friend knew you could do it.”

“Not this kind of wedding!” Susan throws her arms up, turning around and walking to her living room. “This is some fancy shit.” She looks up from her work, glaring at him from under her glasses. “You’re isn’t going to be this big and chaotic is it?”

Y/n shrugs. “I told Bruce that I didn’t want anything too big. A simple ceremony, probably private.” He sets his bag down, joining her by the coffee table and sitting across from her. “Yeah, we’ll it better not or else I’m not going.” She began to gather all of her things, stacking up papers and setting them aside in order to give each other some space to down their own work. While she cleaned, Y/n had slowly removed his sunglasses revealing his black eyes.

Susan’s hand froze, eyes wide as she takes notice of his eyes. “Shit, When was the last time you ate?”

“Three weeks ago…” He mumbled.

“Three weeks?!” She shouts, causing him to flinch. “I told you the minimum of not eating is four days not three weeks! You can get yourself killed or let alone hurt.” She stood up from her spot on the floor, walking around the room angrily while also giving him a lecture. Susan had been friends with Y/n for years, knowing about his abilities and helping him with collecting souls. She was his main guide and the only person he trusted with his dark secret.

Y/n watched her as she takes out a small box from her book case, setting it down on the coffee table and sitting back down. “Can’t believe you’d do this—do you know how dangerous this is? You can die!” She groans, flipping the box open and taking out a few pictures with post it notes attached to them. “You’re lucky I found a few guys for you.” The photos contained images of criminals that roamed the streets freely; allowed to do anything.

Susan had easy access to these criminals due to her working as Gordon's assistant. She had access to many criminals files and knew who walked freely and their criminal records. She kept a collection of the criminals, later providing them to Y/n as his next targets. “Here.” She slips him five pictures.

“Five? It’s usually three.”

“Three if your on track, five since you went over a few days.” She glared, closing the box in her hand setting it aside. “These five are close to the area, take your time on consuming the souls and try not to get caught.” Y/n shakes his head. “I won’t.” He slips the pictures in his pocket and gives her a small smile. “Do you have my outfit?” He asks in a soft tone, trying to lighten up her mood but continued to glare, eyes narrowed at the demon before her.

“Yes.” She points to her bedroom behind her. “It’s in my closet, furthest in the back you’ll find it.”

Y/n scrambled to a stand and rushed to her bedroom where he collects his outfit that he used at night. All black along with a face mask that covered his face. It helped him stay hidden and was easy to move around whenever he was running or having to climb over things. He’d look out the window and see the sun setting, signaling that it was time for him to feed as he changed into his outfit, tying his boots and slipping on the mask. Once stepping out of Susan’s bedroom he smiles under his mask.

“Now remember,” Susan started. “Don’t get caught and if you do—you know nothing about me.”

Y/n chuckles. “I know.”

“Go kill someone.” She sighs out, earning an eye roll as he takes her balcony, climbing up the rooftops, giving him enough space and access to see his surroundings. He’s running on the roofs and jumping over them, checking the alleyways and empty streets for any signs of his targets. He’d check the post it notes every once an while, giving him an idea of where they could be located or doing at late hours. It only took him thirty minutes to find his first target, launching himself on the man and pinning him on the ground while he thrashed and shouted.

He’s quick on his work, usually keeping it clean but today he was starving and didn’t care about the mess he caused. After watching the life die from the man’s eyes he’s quick to throw the limp body aside, licking his lips under his mask and moving onto his next target. His strength was slowing coming back after he consumed soul after soul, chasing after his prey as he watched then beg for mercy, knowing damn well that they didn’t deserve it after what they did.

Y/n was down to his last soul of the night, holding the picture on hand as he reads Susan’s notes, standing over the edge of a roof before sighing deeply and slipping the picture in his pocket. “One more and then we can go gone.” He whispers to himself, preparing himself to jump off the building only to be pulled away from the edge by the collar of his shirt.

“What—!”

He falls back on his back and groans in pain, looking up to see Nightwing. His eyes widen in realization as he watched him. “You trying to mill yourself or what?” Dick turns to look at him only for his own eyes to widen. “Wait, you’re that killer that everyone talks about.” He points a finger at him, causing Y/n to shrink in shame. Before he could reason with him or say anything he’s startled by Jason who stood behind him. His back bumping against his chest and turns around to face his masked helmet.

“This the one that’s been killing people?” Jason questions, giving small steps forward while Y/n took a step back. He’s corned by the two, swallowing nervously as he adverts his eyes away from the two. “Think B will want to do something?” Said Jason, placing a hand on his hip and cocking his head to the side. “We should probably let him know.”

Y/n’s eyes widen at the mention of Bruce. He couldn’t let him know, not like this. Without thinking he reacts quickly, shoving between the two as he makes a run for it. He can hear the two shouting and running after him while he makes his way around the roofs, jumping onto the next building and stumbling in his step. With the last four souls he consumed he feels fueled up and has the strength to run and perhaps fight back if it comes to that conclusion. He can hear their footsteps behind him, taking a sharp turn towards another building and quickly taking cover behind a wall.

He remains quiet and listens as the boys run past him, shouting at each other that they couldn’t see him anymore and had lost sight of him. Y/n moves quietly and glanced towards the direction they ran off too, sighing in relief and turning the other way to head back to Susan’s place only to yelp in pain when a sharp pain is felt on his arm. His hand goes over the open wound and faces Damien.

His little Robin staring at him with narrowed eyes as he holds his katana in both hands. “I wouldn’t try to run if I were you.” He warns, voice full of venom. “I saw what you did to those men—now, what the hell are you?” He raised his sword, watching closely as Y/n clutched his arm close, wincing from the pain. “I—“ His throat is dry, licking his lips under his mask and watching Damien.

“Talk!” Damien shouts the tip of his sword pointed at him as he steps closer, causing Y/n to shift backwards. Damien takes his movement as a sign of ‘running away’ making him swing his sword at him. Y/n is quick on his feet and dodges the blade, cursing under his breath and wincing at the pain before mumbling a small apology to Damian. He swings his leg at Damien, hitting the kid in the ribs and causing him to stumble back. That only angered him. Y/n doesn’t wish to hurt Damien nor does he want to cause him any harm but his simple kick only riled the kid up.

“Shit.”

Damien runs at him.

Y/n doesn’t think, reaching for his mask and yanking it off. “It’s me! It’s me! Stop!” Damien halts the tip of his katana pressing up against his throat, not hard enough to cut him. Upon revealing his face he takes notice of Damiens posture stiffen. “Y/n?” The realization hitting him as he lowers his sword.

“That’s enough.”

Bruce’s voice startles the two, Damien turning around to face his father. “Da—Batman I didn’t—“

“I know.” Bruce reassured him, placing a hand on his shoulder, giving him a soft look before his eyes avert to Y/n who stood a few feet away from him. His hand still covering his injury, face covered in sweat and his hair sticking to his forehead. He didn’t know what to say or do now that Bruce knew and instead decided to wait until he made the first move. Bruce steps forward, approaching Y/n as his anxiety heightens and lowers his head in shame.

“I can explain.” He’s quick to say, expecting Bruce to integrate him like he did to all of the criminals that he dealt with each night. Instead, the man wraps his arms around him and pulls him close into a tight embrace, startling and confusing Y/n. “Bruce?” He whispers against his neck.

“Your injured, let’s talk back at home.” Is all he says before he’s picking him up bridal style and taking him with him. He’s shocked by the situation and looks over his shoulder to see his boys watching in disbelief and shock. He can see the look of anguish on Damien’s face, frowning to himself and he looks away from his boys. The trip back to the cave is quiet between him and Bruce the tension growing as they got closer to home. Y/n stared out the window from the Batmobile the whole way back until they arrived.

He clears his throat nervously and stumbled out, grunting in pain from the bruises and injury that he’d gotten from Damien. He tries his best to ignore but, Bruce takes notice of it and calls out to him. “You’re injured.”

“I’ll manage.” Y/n gives off a small chuckle, waving it off but Bruce doesn’t fall for it. He drags him to the nearest medical table and forced him to sit down, removing his cowl and gloves and searches for the medical kit. “Shirt. Take it off.” Bruce orders his back facing Y/n as he gives off a small nod, sighing to himself and trying his best to slip off the shirt before Bruce turned back around to focus on his injured arm. He’s quiet when stitching him up, focused on his task. It doesn’t take long for Y/n to cut the tension between them. “I’m guessing you want that ring back?” He mumbled out softly, giving Bruce a glance.

Bruce stood mid stitch, raising a brow at him and asks. “Why?”

“Why? I mean, you all saw what I did—what I do and I figured you would be islet and probably want the engagement ring back.” Y/n nervously fiddled with the discarded shirt that lied by his side, trying to keep his focus on something else. “I saw what you did, but you haven’t explained to me why.” Bruce suddenly says, finishing up the stitches and wrapping his arm.

Bruce turns to him and sighs to himself, reaching up to get his attention by turning his head towards him by the chin, fingers gripping his jaw softly. “I want the truth.” His voice is stern.

Y/n sighs. “Okay.” He whispers. “I was consuming souls. Souls that I need in order to survive and to keep myself healthy or else I can lose control of my hunger.” He began to explain. “I’m a Demon. One that he’s lived for many years, I’ve seen things that no one else has and have met many different people throughout my life. I just didn’t expect myself to settle down.” Sadness and regret fill his eyes, gently brushing Bruce’s hand away from his jaw. “I wanted to tell you but I was afraid of how you’d react and what you would do if you saw me doing that.” He refers to the soul eating.

“I didn’t want to make you or the kids and—“ his breath hitched, eyes growing wet as he tries to hold back to tears that threaten to spill. “I’m sorry, I should have told you before things got serious between us.”

“You were trying to survive.” Bruce’s voice is soft. “You know I don’t agree with what you did but, I can’t stop you from trying to live. It’s the way you can continue living with us, with me.” His fingers brush up against his cheek, leaning down to press their foreheads together. “I’d still marry you whether you’re a demon or not.” Y/n sniffles, leaning into his soft touch. “You are loved.” Bruce added before placing a soft kiss on his temple, holding him close.

“I still love you too.” Y/n whispers in return. The two holding each other close. Bruce is the first to pull away and sigh in relief. “You’ll have to explain to the others, especially to Damien after he,” He nods down at his wrapped up arm. “You know. Damien cares for you.”

Y/n nods. “He probably feels awful, poor kid.” He thinks about Damien and how awfully he must feel after knowing that the man he attacked was the same man who cared for him and claimed him as his son. “I’ll make sure he’s okay.” He reassured Bruce, stealing a kiss from him as the two smile at each other. That same night Y/n explains to the boys about his past and what he is, he also reassures Damien and tells him that his wound will heal fast. Damien decided to sleep with Y/n every night as an apology for his actions, clinging to his other parent every night while Bruce huffed in annoyance since he was forced to take the couch due to him not fitting.

[fragcc]

I need Kon to go through a crisis thinking he’s homophobic because why else would he want to throw up at the sight of Tim and his boyfriend kissing. It goes on so for long until Martha Kent has to sit Kon down and talk it out with him. Then Kon goes through a brand new crisis of being in love with his best friend who has a boyfriend

OMG ANON YES YES YESSSS!!! I want kon to be SO jealous that everyone (including himself) thinks he's homophobic just for him to find out that he's just timberphobic, actually. Okay, hold on, hear me out:

Everyone gradually growing annoyed and offended by Kon's poorly hidden disgust/annoyance whenever he sees Tim with Bernard to the point they take him to a corner and straight up accuse him of being an homophobe and he just p a n i c s

And we all know Kon has only like, two braincells, so he'll be so desperate because it really looks like he's an homophobe deep down but he doesn't want to be because he never would wish harm to Tim or be disgusted by him but whenever he thinks about Tim kissing his boyfriend he feels sick and so damn frustrated

Anyways, Ma Kent will eventually sit down with him to try and understand why he's so repulsed by the idea of homosexuality and he'll also try his best in the conversation because he also wants to know if he can just grow out of it. So Martha will slowly coax the nature of his feelings out of him, asking him if he would be bothered if Tim married Bernard, to which he replies with a hard "no." but his face is clearly contorted in a repulsed scowl by the idea

It all starts making sense when Ma makes a different approach to the subject, asking instead how Kon would feel if Tim was interested in him. What if Tim wanted to share a milkshake with him? What if he wanted to cuddle for movies with him? What if he was in love with Kon-El? Would that also be a problem for him? And then Kon is staring at her with wide eyes and a gaping mouth, heart thundering and cheeks flushing as he replays over and over again the images of Tim and Bernard cuddling and being cute with each other, but replacing Bernard with himself. And suddenly–

Suddenly he finds everything so much more bearable and enjoyable. It's like the whole cosmos aligns itself when he thinks about Tim kissing him instead of Bernard, about him being the one who gets to wrap his arms around Tim's middle and lay kisses on his neck to hear him squeak so adorably. He feels euphoric with the thought, like his heart is about to explode at this new discovery. He looks back at Ma with wilde eyes, like a deer caught in headlights, only to find her looking at him with a small, proud smile full of understanding.

"I think– I–" He gulps down the throat that forms on his throat, feeling his fingers shake with the sudden rush of adrenaline. He looks down at his boots, thinking one last time about the prospect of Tim smiling lovingly at him before he breathes out the rest of his confession. "I think I would be okay with that."

The silence that follows his whispered confession is a welcoming one and he can feel Ma's approving eyes on his skin. And it all feels a little bit crazy, because Kon just realized he isn't really an homophobe. No, he just happens to hate the guy Tim is dating because he wished it was him instead and–

Oh no.

"Shit." He curses, face paling once again. Ma frowns at him, reaching out to touch his hand in reassurance but it does nothing to placate Kon's crumbling heart. "Shit, Ma."

"What is it, Kon?" She asks ever so caringly.

"I might be in love with him, Ma" Kon whispers to her, so ashamed of saying the words out loud. It hurts the elder woman to spot clear tears slowly filling those usually bright, blue eyes. "I might be in love with my best friend who's already taken. I think I ruined everything."

And before his thoughts spiral out of control, Martha has already wrapped him in a warm and placaring embrace, murmuring to him that it's okay. But Kon knows it isn't. Things will never be okay if he can't get his shit together and start feeling happy for Tim's happiness.

Oh boy. You really can't have everything, huh?

[fishfingersandjellybabies]

Jealous Jon's idea: Jon and Dami are best friends and Jon is very proud of this, Jon starts dating first and incentive Dami finds love too (they're good friends, Jon wants to see Dami's happiness)

So Damian starts dating a guy and surprisingly Jon dislikes the guy, no explanation just pure hate. The guy isn't good enough for Damian, Damian deserves something better than this guy (maybe a spy friend of Grayson or a random guy from Gotham who knows)

Somehow when they go on a couple date Jon becomes worse than the bats, always criticizing and full of schism. "what? He doesn't look good enough for Dami, I'm just worried about my best friend's safety"

And Damian is just "oh he's all worried about me, this means he care for me!" And stay happy because he sees this as a symbol of affection and love

Jon still doesn't know how to explain why he is so angry near Damian's boyfriend, why he feels weird every time that Damian smiles for that guy, or their kisses or how the guy hugs Damian. He loves to see how happy Damian is but Jon still hates this guy so much, he wants to punch him in the face when Jon sees him

And then in a family party Damian calls this guy his best friend and love.

Jon loose it

Oh he is not gonna sit there and watch this evil manipulative bitch steal his Damian! Damian is his! And Jon will get Damian back!

(this is also the same night Jon learned that he is in love with Damian all this damn time)

(I'm sorry this has been sitting in my inbox a few weeks 😭)

haha I love jealous jon. especially when like EVERYONE else sees it but him and Damian. and yeah, he's happy damian's happy but so ANGRY that he's not causing that happiness? did he fail? no, it's the rest of them who have failed and are not good enough. They are NOT.

The same night of the family party, one of the batfam (I'm thinking Steph, Tim or Jason) just kinda sidle up and as Jon is just SEETHING at this other partner being called beloved and best friend just sip their drink and go 'so...have you figured out youre in love with him yet?"

and jon's whole world just...embarrassingly collapses because he's a big dumb idiot 😂

[centralperkchenford]

Noah tells Tim Lucy has been in love with him since UC school/sacremento and they talk

Noah tells Tim Lucy has been in love with him since UC school/sacremento and they talk

I’m so tired. I need sleep but I also want to write 😅. I hope you like this anon. I wasn’t sure if you wanted the conversation between Noah and Tim or Tim and Lucy so I did both! 🫶🏻

No more tug of war Now I just know there's more

“Hey.” Says a voice behind Tim. Tim turns to look and sees Noah Foster standing behind him with his arms crossed. Tim looks around the bar for Lucy but she isn’t here yet. She had just closed a case with Noah, and they both wanted to go out for some drinks at the bar. Tim had arrived first since he was already off the clock.

“Hey.” Tim replies taking a sip of his beer. “Where’s Lucy?” Noah sits down next to him on the stool and turns to face him.

“She’s on her way.” He says. “She should be here soon.” Tim nods and glances anxiously at the entrance to the bar. It’s not like he didn’t see Lucy throughout the day but sometimes he just misses her and just wants to know she’s okay.

“You know she talked about you all the time.” Noah says suddenly. “When were in UC school.” Tim blinks at him confused, when Lucy had left for UC school they were not in a good place at all.

“She did?” He asks the other man. Noah nods and takes a sip of the beer he had ordered.

“I didn’t even realize you weren’t her boyfriend then. The way she talked about you..” Noah trails off. “And then she mentioned her actual boyfriend, but honestly it sounded like that relationship wasn’t going anywhere.” Tim plays with the label on the bottle and shoots a glance entrance again. He didn’t like thinking of Lucy with Chris at any point even when they weren’t together.

“So that’s what you meant by that Bradford?” Tim asks him curiously. He had tried to get Lucy to tell him what that meant but she had refused to tell him and changed the subject much like she did the first time.

Noah hums his answer and then take another sip. “From what I saw, she wanted you. Even way back then.” Noah says leaning forward and places his elbows on the bar. Tim looks at him and then licks his lips before he speaks. “We weren’t in the best place. I sent her away and we just—kind of fell apart after Vegas.” He says carefully. “I missed her though. Everyday.”

Noah nods in understanding, “She missed you too man. Like I said she talked about you so much I thought you were her boyfriend.” He says. “She told me all about the UC op and everything, I’m sorry it got so messed up but it all worked out right?” And yeah he thinks smiling a little bit it did all work out. He was proud of both of them for taking the risk of being with each other. It was so worth it and like he told Lucy that day you deserve someone who is worth the effort. And she was worth the effort. He has never been this happy in a relationship before. It’s not always perfect, but they make it work.

“Yeah it did all work out.” Tim says to Noah and he can’t help the smile that spreads across his face.

Noah smiles at him. “I know she loves you now that is pretty obvious but she loved you back then too. She was upset with you but I could just tell, she was heads over heels in love with you.” Tim opens his mouth to reply but then he sees Lucy coming into the bar and clamps his mouth shut.

He watches as Lucy scans the bar looking for him and then her eyes find him and she grins. She saunters over to him and he’s already turned around so she can step in between his legs. He puts his hands on her hips and pulls her down to kiss him forgetting about Noah completely.

“Hi to you too.” She says softly running her hands through his hair before looping them around his neck. He looks up at her and smiles to himself. He loves her so much. And he’s pretty sure he has for a long time.

She taps a finger to his cheek getting him out of his thought. “What are you thinking about?” She asks him and he sees Noah out of the corner of his eyes trying not to look at them. Her taps her thigh once. Then again. “Later.” He says softly. She nods and gives him another kiss before leaning over to order a shot of tequila. He smiles to himself and pulls her back to him when she has finished ordering. She leans back against him and talks to Noah, Tim listens but doesn’t say anything. He tightens his grip on her just a little, she squeezes his hand. It’s a simple but intimate gesture that tells Tim all he needs to know. I love you.

***

Later when they come home from the bar, Lucy collapses on the couch and Tim laughs as he sits down and pulls her to him. They are both silent for a few minutes before Tim speaks.

“I had an interesting conversation with Noah tonight.” He says. She shifts a little so her head is now on his chest.

“Oh yea?” She asks putting her hand on his hand. “What was the conversation?”

He takes a deep breath and repeats what Noah said about her talking about him all the time. He feels her blush but she doesn’t say anything.

“And then he said you loved me even when you were in UC school.” He says and at this Lucy sits up, her eyes wide.

“And how would he know that?” She asks not looking at him. Tim chuckles softly and turns her towards him.

“He just knew I guess.” Tim replies brushing some hair out of her face. “But for the record Luce, I was pretty crazy about you too.”

Lucy smiles and then buries her head into his chest. “I was so angry.” She says. “At you. At the world really. But yeah I missed you when I was away obviously. I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

“I know.” He says softly. “It’s okay Lucy. It all worked out.” She nods and then puts her head back on his chest so he can look at her.

“I do love you. A lot.” She says. Tim kisses her on the top of the head feeling so happy he could almost burst. He was pretty sure the love he had for Lucy was something he had never experienced before.

“I love you too Luce.” He says quietly in her hair. “So much.” Lucy hums quietly and soon he could hear her steady breathing and he knew she was asleep.

He thought back to what Noah said: it all worked out in the end. And it so had.

[viscerax]

Hiiii may i get some brim angst🙏🙏

From the day Brian went missing, Tim's life went crashing down around him. Brian. Brian, his friend on the outside, secret boyfriend behind closed doors. Turns out, its not exactly easy to be openly gay when you're in the south. (Not like either of them didn't know that already. Brian grew up in the deep south. Any hint at femininity or flamboyance in a man and they were sent away to church camp where only God can save them.

But that was okay with Tim. He was okay with keeping his relationship a secret. Because Brian knew. And Brian was the only one that Tim needed to know. )

But when Brian went missing, no phone call, no text, not even a God damned note, Tim's life came crashing down. His other friends were limited to Brian's friends, and he had an itching feeling in his mind that they didn't really like 'his type'. (What did that even mean? Shy, dark, brooding, snappy at times? Could they all tell he was secretly gay? Oh god-)

Even Jay, who seemed awfully nice to Tim, someone he wouldn't mind getting to know, no, even his face fell into the blur of memories as he buzzed about his life. Pretending like it'll be okay.

(Everything is fine.)

Tim tries his best to forget about Brian. But he can't. Tim wishes those pesky memory issues would kick in and wipe that stupid smiling face out of his mind, but it won't, and he can't forget. Whether for himself or for Brian, he's not sure.

(Probably both. Because, if he forgets Brian, then he forgets that anyone's ever truly loved him. That anyone's ever seen him at his best, his worst, and even when he's not himself, and still managed to love him. If he forgets Brian, he forgets that there's anything worth living for.)

So Tim does his best. He looks and looks but he can't find him. Eventually he has to return to work, to school. He can't let life knock him out while he's already down and reeling from the loss of his closest companion. He does his best, and he prays that it's enough. Enough that Brian would be proud of him. Proud that he kept going. Proud that he never forgot him.

The days blurred. They blurred more and more. Memories become murky until he even doubts his memories of Brian. If it weren't for the countless voice-mails from Brian (that Tim saved in preparation for something exactly like this,) Tim mightve even forgotten what his voice sounded like. But no. He can't forget. He has to remember.

(...remember... remember.... memory. what a funny thing.)

And the days blur into a smoke, so much resembling the clouds of smoke he pushes past his lips, and he would laugh at the comparison, if he laughed at much of anything these days.

And then suddenly its 3 years. And Tim is celebrating Brian's birthday alone. Because he can't forget. Can't possibly forget that it's a day to be celebrated. Can't forget its significance or why its so important or why he needs to eat cake on this day. (Wait... who's birthday is it? No no, he needs to remember...)

Memories stop becoming blurry when Jay shows up. Jay feels familiar, like there's a memory of him somewhere in there, but he can't possibly make out his face besides a few faint memories of filming for that cursed film. That film that mightve been how he infected everyone. How he infected Brian and-

(No. No. He didn't infect Brian. He couldn't have. Nope. No way.)

And then suddenly Jay is leaking his medical records online, and he can't possibly care to search his memories for a sympathetic moment from him before he's punching him in the middle of a parking lot. To be fair it was kind of deserved.

The days continued to blur and merge, save for the few distinct memories he has of being with Jay. Arguing with him, late nights in hotel rooms, having conversations that would never be heard by another ear, Jay laying down his deepest confessions as if he somehow knew his fate.

Memories come flooding back like a cracked dam when he sees that audition tape from years back. He can finally remember. Remember auditioning, remember filming on hot days, watching Alex yell at everyone for far too long. But most of all, he remembers Brian. Memories coming back like hot flashes and suddenly he can't breath, not because of the intense memories, but because he's making a realization.

That was Brian. Brian was the masked man behind ToTheArk. He watched Brian die and he didn't even know. He watched one of his only friends fall to their death, and he didn't even know.

He didn't know.

But he knew now. He knew that was Brian. That same exact hoodie, and God, who else could it be?

Tim can't breath. He can't feel himself moving as he practically trips over himself and empties whatever contents left in his body into his toilet because it's all just so much.

Brian was dead. He was dead and he wasn't coming back.

[paceypeternathanslawyer]

One Tree Hill was so good at subverting character tropes.

Nathan starts off the show as an asshole bully. A total asshole jock. And then over time Nathan becomes a better and better person. He strives to be a better person and to make up for his mistakes. He starts hanging out with good people like Haley especially. But he stops hanging out so much with Tim and his other Basketball buddies and he stops allowing his dad to metaphorically poison him and we start to see Nathan become the man I knew he could be. He becomes so likeable and is a near perfect person by the end of the show. Nathan is a rock solid and dependable friend. A loving and present father. A faithful and loving husband. A loyal brother. A truly humble and sweet guy 😁💗

Haley starts the show in that smart bookish girl archetype. You know the one that Joey Potter and Rory Gilmore occupied before her. But Haley proved that she was so much more than that. Haley becomes a cheerleader which is such a twist cause typically the girls in that archetype hate cheerleaders and wouldn't be caught dead in a cheerleaders outfit. Haley is an amazing cook and baker and typically the people in that archetype cannot cook to save their lives and are very proud of it. Though I think Joey Potter was a passable cook. Haley is fucking Martha Stewart though lol. Haley is a musician and a singer and then eventually a music producer. One of my favorite twists is how she was valedictorian. Girls in this trope are destined to be valedictorian. But the twist with Haley is that she's pregnant and goes into labor while giving her valedictorian speech. Teen pregnancy is not usually paired with the smart bookish girl trope.

Brooke is kinda in the bitchy head cheerleader trope. And I hate to say that because when we start the show, she's already trying to change herself. But we do hear from that friend of Lucas' that Brooke was a bitch to her to say the least. Plus Brooke herself would say that she didn't used to be a great person. But Brooke eventually becomes such a great friends. There are some bumps along the way but speaking in general terms she was an advocate for her friends. She became her class' president. She started a successful clothing line while still in high school. She was generous and kind. And then grew into a truly stupendous adult... Brave, forgiving, loving, sweet, and kind. She truly broke out of the bitchy cheerleader mold.

Peyton maybe changes the least out of all the characters but she's a paradox from the beginning. She's a loner cheerleader. Some people scoff at her calling herself a loner cause she's a cheerleader and dating one of the star Basketball players but she does have quite a few loner tendencies.

Lucas is the character who has the closest thing to an inverse character development. When we start the show he's in the poetic, bookish, angsty "nice guy" male protagonist trope with a single mother to boot. The twist on that is that he's also a jock Basketball player. Lucas has good aspects about him. He's a good friend and good brother but if there's one thing he bad at it's being a good boyfriend. I don't want act like Lucas is a horrible person but there is definitely a decline in his character where he goes from being a seemingly perfect person to being severely flawed especially when it comes to his romantic relationships.

What is so great about One Tree Hill is their ability to create likeable characters. Even the characters you don't like at the beginning become likeable. And even Lucas, despite his many flaws, has moments of true greatness. Believe me, it is a skill to write likeable characters and it wasn't until I watched Dawson's Creek that I realized that some writers either have no ability of writing them or they love to write unlikable characters. Every single side character on Dawson's Creek is a one note stereotype and worse of all they are usually insufferable. And the likeable ones they completely mistreated in the writing.

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Into the Unknown, Part 49

First

Previous

Extra chap because we won the maribat awards

Marinette had, originally, been a little annoyed with Tim when he had told Jimothy and Bernard about their dimension-hopping… but she soon learned the error in her ways.

Because now she had someone to commiserate with. After all, Bernard, too, was dating a version of Tim Drake. They were kindred spirits, bearers of the curse.

It all started with a simple conversation.

Bernard leaned over the back of the couch, smiling and clapping politely at the picture Damian was showing him. “So, why are we letting the Tims cook again?”

Steph grinned a little, apparently still amused by the fact that there were, now, two Tims. To be fair, the chances of there being a set of twins that were separated at birth that happened to have the same name had to be small.

Marinette shrugged lazily. “They insisted. And I want to see which one is the better cook. See if I lucked out – somehow.”

Bernard shrugged. “Probably not. Tim is good at many things… baking is not one of those things. In fact, I’m 99% sure that his inability to cook is how the world attempts to balance the fact that he is good at everything else.”

“I have to buy new equipment every time he cooks to make sure he hasn’t cursed the pans.”

There was a loud crashing sound from the kitchen, and what might have been a minor explosion, as if the universe was proving them right.

The two of them merely sighed in that specific way that people do when they are used to a terrible thing and now resigned to their fate.

And just like that, they realized: they were no longer alone.

Steph glanced back at the kitchen. “Should we go see how they messed up?”

“Give them, like, ten minutes to try and fix it,” Bernard waved her off.

Marinette raised her eyebrows. “Why?”

“If they can’t fix it in ten minutes, then they deserve to get the Look Of Disappointment. Otherwise, it’s not our problem, and we can pretend they didn’t do anything wrong.”

She mulled this over for a few moments before nodding. Yeah. That sounded like a good enough plan.

Besides, Damian was frantically trying to show her the drawing he was doing of a cave (done in green crayon, for some reason). Whatever the Tims had done could wait.

From that point on, they had weekly meetings where they discussed their boyfriends – who they loved very much, but agreed could be somewhat exhausting from time to time – over a glass of wine. Like a book club. But meaner. Somehow.

~

Tim blinked as Damian made his way over to him with a look of grim determination on his face. He wasn’t sure what the kid wanted, and he wasn’t afraid to admit that the expression kind of threw him off.

Mostly because almost every time he saw the Old Damian make that face, it was right before a fight. And, granted, he was pretty confident in his abilities to beat up a small child, but he would very much prefer not to.

But then Damian walked over and wrapped himself around Tim’s leg.

Tim blinked down at him.

He only got more confused as Damian started attempting to climb him like he were a rope in gym class and his grade depended on how fast he managed to get to the top.

Damian managed to make his way all the way up Tim’s leg – somewhat surprising, Tim hadn’t been aware the kid had had that much grip strength – but then he got stuck, squinting up at Tim calculatingly.

He started trying to use the fabric of his shirt. Tim yelped and grabbed him before he could a) stretch out his shirt or b) fall. These were both equally terrible possibilities, and he was perfectly willing to put a stop to this at any cost. Luckily, there was no cost.

But Damian, improv and manipulation extraordinaire, used the newfound arms around him to latch on to Tim and start clambering up even further.

Tim stared at the kid as he came up to sit on his shoulder, looking very proud of himself.

“Why?” He asked because, really, what else do you say in this situation?

“Tall,” he said. He went to put his hands on his hips in a kind of ‘I’m better and smarter than everyone else’ gesture, but then had to frantically wrap his arms around Tim’s head again when he wobbled uncertainly on his makeshift seat.

“You could have just asked me to pick you up,” Tim pointed out, grinning as he brought up a hand to rest on the kid’s back to help steady him.

Damian shook his head. “Tall,” he said again, as if it made any more sense the second time.

Regardless, he just grinned and nodded sagely. “Ah, I see,” he said, trying very hard to keep the waver of laughter out of his voice. “I’ll take you to the park sometime soon. You’ll probably get a kick out of jungle gyms.”

Damian beamed.

~

Paige beamed as she slammed her hands down on the table. “I’ve got a promotion! I can get the good diapers now!”

Marinette smiled. “I’m sure Floyd is happy.”

“I guarantee he has no clue,” Paige said, shrugging. But she still seemed pleased regardless. “I’m doing this for me.”

“Ah, yes, the classic treat yourself by treating your kid scenario. I did that when I changed the stroller to one with more flowers back in the day.”

They shared a conspiratorial nod. What were they conspiring against? Who knows. Not capitalism, apparently.

Ava hummed. “Still, it’s wild that you got promoted. I didn’t think Mr. Matthews was old enough to retire, and definitely not bad enough to be fired or good enough to be promoted. He was so… average.”

“Got busted for mob activities,” Paige said, shrugging.

Ah, yes, average.

And, no, that wasn’t sarcastic. They all nodded. Sagely, this time. For, in Gotham, there was nothing all that shocking about finding out someone they were close to was engaging in illegal activities…

Speaking of…

“Damn. I should probably go make sure Orlando knows they’re looking into people more thoroughly right now,” Marinette murmured, packing away her food.

~

Tim hummed as he absently slapped a sticker on each of the miscellaneous boxes of energy drinks.

He preferred to shop at Thomas Thumb when it came to getting drinks, if only because it was much faster to do the sticker method than to sit there and wait impatiently as the people at the door checked your receipt to make sure you weren’t stealing. Now if only it wasn’t so expensive…

But, when he got to the end, he realized that the cashier had accidentally given him an extra sticker.

He shrugged internally and turned to Damian, who had opted to sit on one of the boxes in the cart. This was almost definitely unsafe, but it is what it is.

He popped the sticker onto his forehead.

Damian gasped in offense and started trying to peel it off, glaring at Tim all the while.

Tim pretended not to notice. He was too busy getting the cart out of the store so he could load up the car.

Damian, eventually, managed to peel it off. He put it on his shirt, wearing it like a badge. Possibly of honor, but probably not because… well… it’s a mass produced sticker. But maybe – after all, there is honor in actually paying for your things in Gotham. It’s a rarity.

Tim smiled at the proud look on his kid’s face and made a mental note to get him some more stickers, even if it meant that they would have to deal with getting them all off the walls and furniture every night.

~

She watched as Damian rode Frank around the apartment like a horse. Normally, she would put a stop to this, because the poor dog… but, honestly, Frank seemed pleased with this, her tail wagged wildly as she walked through the apartment with her emotional support human (because it definitely went both ways) on her back.

Marinette shrugged internally and leaned back to watch, a fond smile on her face.

~~~~~

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TIM WRIGHT/MASKY X SLEEPY!READER :DDD

Cuz i'm sleepy- but i'm a cry baby too..

SO

Tim wright/Masky x Sleepy!Crybaby! Reader :D

For the scenario/an idea idrk.. Mmh................ Can you do just Fluff/cute ? Like cute moment to spend time it'll be fun :) IF YOU DON'T WANT TO IT'S YOUR CHOICE !

Positivity :

You're Valid. Be proud of who you are and what you do. Have good moments to create good memories/souvenirs because you ARE your memories. Without them you are nothing, someone who don't remember anything is not really a person and they'll don't feel like it, they'll be like.. empty ! So create good memories ! Be happy of little things ! And if you're sad it's okay too !

You're so kind ;-; thank you for the positivity. I wasn't expecting it, but every time I would read my requests to write them I would come back to this ask and smile. So thank you so much, I hope you have an amazing day/night and you enjoy the fluff ^^

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When will he come home? It was so late…he said he’d be back late, but you didn’t think it would be THIS late. It was already approaching one in the morning…

You were waiting for your boyfriend Tim (or Masky as he liked to be called) to come home. He said not to wait up for him…but you couldn’t help it. It was almost your job to worry about him. 

And after someone broke his phone he hadn’t been able to get a new one and call you to let you know what the plan was. 

So here you were, sitting on the couch not knowing what time he’d get back. 

Another hour passed and you were sleepy as ever. Your head kept bobbing, and you told yourself many times “I’ll just rest my eyes for a second.” But you always jolted back up at the thought of Masky being in trouble. 

Finally, you heard the door knob jiggle before the door opened. 

Feeling intense emotions, you ran up to him, jumping into his arms. 

He looked at you, confused, “Why are you still up? I said not to wait for me.” And he caught you effortlessly. He rubbed your back and carried you upstairs to your shared bedroom. 

Tears fell down your face and they soaked into his hoodie. 

“Woah! Why are you crying?” He said, concerned as he laid you on the bed. 

You sniffled and clung to him, and he laid down with you knowing you wanted the physical touch at this particular moment. “I was-I was just so worried about you!” 

He took off his mask and set it on the bedside table. Masky gave you a smile, and patted your head, “Don’t worry about me. I’m tougher than I look.” And he joked by grabbing his upper arms and flexing to show you his muscles. 

The tears didn’t stop, and you rested your head on his chest. It smelled. He had definitely got his victim’s blood on it, but you were too tired to care. 

“I…I love you so much…” You mumbled, falling asleep knowing he was home safe. 

You didn’t see it, but he smiled at you adoringly. “I love you too…” And he tried to get up, but even in your sleep you clung to him. “Come on, I gotta shower before I get blood all over the bed!” And he tried to get up once again. 

A sniffle came from you, but you slowly eased your grip on your boyfriend. 

Taking the opportunity when he had it, he got up and went towards the bathroom to shower. He looked back at you, and the same adoring look was on his face once more. Even in your sleep, you were the sweetest person in the world. You cared for him so much, and he knew it. 

You woke up soon after, and he was still in the shower. You could tell by the sound of the water, and you rubbed your eyes, still extremely tired. 

But…you wanted Masky. You knew he was safe, but you worried about the next time he got into a fight with a victim. And you often had nightmares about terrible things happening to him. You knew if you fell asleep with such unresolved feelings, those nightmares would happen again. 

Walking quietly to the bathroom, you discarded your clothes, Masky’s already laying haphazardly on the ground. 

You pulled the curtain back, and a shrill scream came from his mouth. A noise you never thought he would make. 

“Hun! You scared me half to death! What are you doing?” He managed to get out, still recovering from the scare he just experienced. 

“Wanna be with you…” You mumbled, and it took him a moment to process the words. 

That same adoring look he often gave you took over his face. “You just had to say so…” And he turned back around, looking towards the water. 

Without hesitating, you hugged him from behind. He relaxed into your touch, and you felt so much more at ease knowing he was here, with you, and safe. 

You yawned, and he let out a small chuckle. “You’re such a tired thing, aren’t you?” And he turned, now washing you with body wash. 

You started to cry, now out of relief that he was safe. He wouldn’t have known, being in the water and all, but a sob escaped and he panicked momentarily. 

Masky regained his composure, and rubbed your back, pulling you into a tight hug. “God…you’re such a crybaby you know that?” But his tone was anything but cruel. It was out of love, and admiration. 

To him, you crying so much was almost comforting. It showed you had strong emotions. Something he wasn’t used to before he met you. A lot of the people he is around due to his partaking in murder, were sociopaths or psychopaths. You…were refreshing. A kind soul if there ever was one. 

You yawned, and Masky finished washing you. “Come on, let’s get you to bed, little crybaby.” He said as he picked you up, turning off the water in the process. 

He sat you down on the toilet, and ran back to the bedroom quickly to get your pajamas. 

You nearly fell asleep there, but he came back and got you dressed, before putting on his own sleepwear. 

Once you were both dressed, he carried you to bed. “Come here.” And he laid you down with your head on his chest. It was comfortable, and you could feel yourself quickly falling asleep. 

Masky was quick to follow, and you both fell asleep in each other’s arms. Just how you liked it. 

Despite him calling you crybaby, some part of you knew he admired that trait. In his eyes, seeing you cry out of worry for him was both admirable and worrisome. He enjoyed that you cared enough about him to cry. But at the same time…he hated being the one to make you cry. 

After some time, he realized it wasn’t HIM necessarily. But situations he got himself in. Either way, he enjoyed you getting so excited when he returned. And he knew…

He’d do everything in his power to return to you, always. 

[zorilleerrant]

if the Batkids were Green Lanterns: based on my knowledge of Green Lanterns, which, did you guys know they come in other colors??? I’m not sure which ones but I’m making a list anyway

Damian: one time I saw a Green Lantern that was like. a Norwegian Skull Metal Lantern instead. I don’t know if that was canonical and if it was I don’t know if it was a special case, but I definitely think Death & Darkness as an aesthetic makes a lot of sense for Damian, who grew up pretty much controlled by that. if not, then I think he’s primarily driven by a desperation to make his parents and mentors proud. is there an Anxiety Lantern? because he would be that

Duke: this guy is driven by pure Determination. he’s like. someone’s got to fix shit and I guess it may as well be me. he has a vision. anything that stands in his way he will literally just walk around. because his city is on a grid pattern so he can do that. he’s willing to try anything as long as it has a shot at working, and if it doesn’t, he will make it work. I think this is actually just the normal green ones so he would have the normal powers. except I thought Duke already had those powers so now I’m sorry if that’s a boring choice

Cass: Hope. I know that’s a real one because I see it all the time. she is an eternal optimist, driven entirely by thinking about how, piece by piece, she can take all the bad parts of the world and fix them. even when she was at her lowest, she saw how things could get better - not just for her, but for everyone! - and she pursued that. even her strict no killing policy is based on her eternal hope that people will see the error of their ways, something she puts into practice over and over again.

Steph: like Damian, Steph is driven by a desire to prove herself. but unlike him, it’s not about finally proving to the people around her that she’s worth knowing and liking - Steph is already pretty sure about that. it’s herself that she’s trying to prove herself to; she wants to know that she’s doing her best, but she also wants to know that she’s never letting herself backslide, and always making efforts to do more. stubborn, dauntless, and unrelenting, she’ll keep going even when hope is lost. which is closest to Perseverance? is that just the green one again

Tim: he’s entirely driven by empathy and compassion. to a fault, even. he’s always trying to be where he’s supposed to be, for his family, his team(s), and his city. also his boyfriend which comes into conflict with that a little. he’s constantly skipping over his own life and his obligations and promises to various people because he ran into someone in need, or because he saw something urgent in someone else he loves. he’s a caretaker. he wants to fix people, and he wants to fix things for people. is there a Sympathy or Protectiveness? maybe a Nurturing?

Jason: 100% this man runs on fear. when he was Robin, he was afraid of not belonging and not being accepted and not being competent and not being able to save his loved ones, but he pushed that aside. as Red Hood, he honed his fear into a weapon, and he lives by it. he’s afraid for his city and his family and his people, and above all, he’s afraid what happened to him will happen to somebody else. and there’s no way he’s going to let that happen. so whichever is either Fear or Bravery. or possibly Overcoming Difficulties

Babs: Anger. I’m pretty sure this is a real one, too. this woman runs on whole bean unadulterated rage. she wants nothing more than to lay waste to anything and everyone who threatens her family. she is angry about the dangers in her city, and the corruption in the people who are supposed to fix it, and how the people she loves have been hurt, and everything that has happened to her herself, and everything that might happen to anyone in the future. she knows that pure destruction isn’t useful, so she tempers it, but if she snapped, she would definitely be the most violent of them all.

Dick: I want him to be the slutty one

[melancholiaenthroned]

dc pride ratings

Super Pride (Jon Kent): 2/10

it sucked so bad… no idea why it was the first in the book bc it definitely prepares you for disappointment. damian came across as homophobic, jon wore a straight pride flag, and jay barely did anything. the art was lovely but overall it just sucked.

Confessions (Nubia): 8/10

frankly i dont read a lot of nubia stuff so i cant speak to characterization but i really enjoyed this one! gorgeous art and very fun and silly story, i so wish there had been just a bit less action and more of her and and Io. will probably read some of her solo stuff after this because she seems great.

Think of Me (Connor Hawke): 10/10

im not a connor hawke fan or arrow fan in general, but oh my god this comic was so good. actually about the characters relationship to his sexuality! fun action scenes and villain! i really liked the music metaphor i thought it was well done. and damian wasnt homophobic in this one! also loved the art style a lot.

Up At Bat (Alysia Yeoh): 9/10

you love to see her again! hope dc actually commits to using her in more stuff now. the story was fun and i like that theyre setting her up as a vigilante. my only issue is a bit of a nitpick with the art, i just dont really like how the bat moves when she uses it haha. it looked curved and therefore looked like it hit weaker. i really liked the message tho and related to the feeling of just. fighting the same battles forever and never getting anywhere. dont know how much i relate to the “beat up supervillains instead” solution but its comics so. duh.

A World Kept Just For Me (Jackson Hyde): 9/10

i dont read a lot of aquaman, but ive heard that they drew his boyfriend skinner in this comic than he normally is, which, upon googling him. yeah. so point off for that. other than that is has got to be one of my favorites. the art and atmosphere is gorgeous and i love the different color palettes between the underwater scenes and the above water ones. i think the story was very very cute and nice and the ending was sweet.

The Gumshoe In Green (Jo Mullein): 8/10

LOVE the noir detective vibes. possibly the funniest instance of biphobia in the world. unfortunately also the most confusing. were they planning to eat her or fuck her? were they bisexual? not really being clear on that sort of lessened the punch of the story for me but frankly it doesnt really matter when the art and vibes are this good.

Public Display of Electromagnetism (Ray Terrill): 7/10

i have no idea who this guy is so that probably effects my ranking. i was bored! who are these people? for ray fans this was probably a big win but i literally have never even heard of him before reading this. i liked his internalized homophobia. that was different from the rest of the stories in this book where it seemed like everyone already was completely happy and secure in themselves. but unfortunately he got over in like a minute so i didnt really feel like it was anything other than cheap conflict. however maybe if ur a ray fan this is like, really deep for him. idk. the art was fine but i didnt love it either. very good light/magic effects but the ppl looked a bit odd. not to pit gay ppl against each other but they couldve put a midnighter and apollo story here instead.

Bats in the Cradle (Kate Kane): 6/10

literally the opposite of the last one. i love kate i read a ton kate so this… like ive heard it all before. this is nothing new. also i hate her dad so i dont care that hes proud of her. i wish it was more kate and her own self acceptance rather than her fathers but i guess they did that last year. and god last years kate story was so fucking good. art was fine and kate looked rlly good when she finally showed up.

INTERMISSION: Ghostmaker splash page: 10/10

is he kidnapping that guy? ok. sure. so confusing bc it genuinely looks like he just swooped in and stole this dude but thats also hilarious so.

Special Delivery (Tim Drake): 9/10

ok as tumblr user bernarddowd you can all guess by stance on comic character bernard dowd. hes perfect to me. i love that he acts and looks more like his 2004 self. i wish he had scars from his pain cult but when have comics remembered scars. i wish he had been there more! less tim. get ur bf on page. tim was fine tho ig. they can get away w not kissing in this story bc i figure they will in the tim drake pride special.

The Hunt (Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn): 10/10

very sweet and funny story. love their insane sex life. i love love love the romance manga art style and the color palette. surprised that it doesnt seem related at all to poison ivys new series but i guess theyre broken up in that so it makes sense. and i will always love to see jester harley even if shes an evil hallucination or whatever.

Are You Ready For This (Jesse Quick): 7/10

too much happened in too few pages, but that could be seen as a meta commentary on their powers? no i idea what goes on in teen justice so just reading this it seems like raven gets hit on and then gets so embarrassed hes like “i can NEVER join teen justice” but im sure he must be talking about something else. felt less like a pride story and more like pride as a setting which isnt a bad thing but it also felt less like a jesse quick story and more like a story where jesse quick was there, which, again, i think is just cause too much stuff was going on. still had fun w it.

INTERMISSION 2: Galaxy and Dreamer splash page: 10/10

WOOOO cheering forever. literally just read Galaxy last night and i LOVED it. never saw supergirl but Dreamer’s actress’s foreword was very nice so im a fan. they look very cute here together.

Finding Batman: 10/10

save the best for last. very touching and upsetting and real. glad for the more nonfiction stuff in this and im so glad that he was able to tell his story through dc. definitely deserves to be the most talked about part of the anthology and it is (other than homophobic damian).

[the-atlas-sister]

First Kiss (Batfamily Preference)

(Y/f/h= your favorite hairstyle)

Bruce:

Bruce put on a fake smile, like he usually did at these galas. A handful of people approached him and asked him about his company or life, mostly old ladies asking when he was going to get himself a wife.

He let out a puff of air as the last group of old ladies walked away from him. He raised his glass of sparkling water to his lips, scanning the room for his special guest.

That's when he saw you. You wore a black dress that fit you perfectly and your hair was in (y/f/h). Alfred led you into the large room, saying something to you.

You looked around the room filled with people, anxiety rising in your chest. Your eyes finally landed on Bruce who stared at you with a loving expression on his face. You felt at ease as you stared at him.

Bruce approached you, taking your hand and raising it to his lips. They grazed your knuckles gently and you blushed as he kept eye contact.

"You look beautiful, my dear," Bruce said, spinning you.

"Thank you," you said, smiling gratefully.

"I want to show you something," Bruce said, giving you a boyish grin.

"Alright," you said, letting him guide you up the main stairs. He continued to lead you down the long halls until you reached a large terrace overlooking the garden and pool. "Wow," you sighed, leaning your elbows on the railing. You stared in awe at the beautiful sight before you, not noticing Bruce come up next to you.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" he asked, making you look at him.

"Very," you said. "I can't believe this is all yours."

"It can be yours too," he stated, turning to you.

"That's very sweet," you chuckled, turning back to the garden.

Bruce smiled at you. "I mean it," he said, gripping your chin gently and making you look at him. "I love you, Y/N," he said honestly.

Your eyes widened. You stared at Bruce before leaning forward and pressing your lips against his. You pulled away seconds after. "I love you too," you said quietly, your face a deep red.

Bruce's face lit up before he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into a sweet hug.

(Don't mind me. Just blushing because I'm imagining Christian Bale's Bruce Wayne)

Dick:

"You'll be okay," Dick mumbled, setting you on the guest room bed at Wayne manor. You had recently been kidnapped by Slade as bait. When Dick arrived, you were already bloodied and bruised.

"I'm fine," you said, sitting up, wincing as you did. "I'm Batgirl."

"Lie your ass down," Dick demanded, taking off his domino mask. You closed your mouth and relaxed against the headboard.  You watched as Dick pulled out one of the first aid kits that was held in every room (due to the family's tendency to endanger themselves), his shoulders tense.

"Calm down, Cereal Boy," you said, trying to make a joke. Dick sent you a harsh look, making you sink into the bed.

Dick noticed this and his gaze softened. He sighed and sat in front of you. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I used to love the idea of you being Batgirl. I loved to work with you, but after this- a-and after what happened to Barbra and Jason-"

"Dick, listen to me," you said, now sitting right across from Dick. "I understand your fear, but I'm not Barbra or Jason, and your not Bruce. You won't give up everything for the city. And I can take care of myself."

"But-"

"No buts," you interrupted. "I'm a little bruised but alive."

"Y/N-"

You rolled your eyes before leaning forward and pressing your lips against Dick's. He stiffened but slowly leaned into it. He placed his larger hands on your shoulders as gently as he could.

"Thanks for worrying," you mumbled as you pulled away.

Jason:

You smirked as you ran across the rooftops, Red Hood and Nightwing behind you. You had taken up the mantle Catwoman for a while, because your mother had been injured fighting Batman.

You had just stolen a golden cat statue from the Penguin, who was at large.

"Is it just me, or has Catwoman gotten smaller?" Nightwing said, doing a flip and landing in front of you.

"Is it just me or is this Nightwing's hairline reseeding?" you smirked. You watched as Nightwing's face contorted into one of fear, his hands going to his hair. You took that opportunity to jump down from the building. As you fell, you felt someone wrap their arms around your waist, catching you before both of you tumbled onto one of the lower buildings.

You jumped up, seeing Red Hood across from you. "Now, let's make this easy," he said, pulling out one of his guns, which you assumed had rubber bullets. "I got a date tonight and I can't be late."

"So do I," you stated before pulling out your whip. You snapped it around Red Hood's ankle, pulling him to his back. You yanked on the whip, pulling Red Hood towards yourself. You placed one foot on his chest and the other on his wrist holding the gun. "Now tell me, what's under that hood?" You leaned down, your gloved hands running around the metal hood, searching for a way to take it off.

"Hey-" Red Hood exclaimed as you pulled off the hood. Your eyes widened as your boyfriend's face appeared. You decided to put on a fake smirk.

"What a pretty face," you said, leaning down and placing your knees on his wrists. You smirked as you pressed your lips to Jason's. You placed both of your hands on his face, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. "Hope your girlfriend doesn't mind," you whispered before jumping up. You grabbed your whip and rewrapped it before jumping off the building. You let out a breath as you landed in a dumpster.

You jumped out and began running. My boyfriend is Red Hood, you thought.

Tim:

Where is he? you thought, looking around the cafeteria. You were waiting for your best friend, Tim. He had been incredibly kind when you first arrived at school and the two of you instinctually clicked.

You sighed after waiting a few more minutes before standing up and walking into the halls. That's when you saw Tim surrounded by three bullies.

"Look at this loser," the first one said, pushing Tim back when he tried to sneak away. "Bet he's never even had a girlfriend." Tim met your eyes. He seemed less scared or intimidated and more annoyed.

"Can I just go to lunch?" he sighed.  

"You could eat this," the second bully smirked, pulling out a stinky sock.

You scoffed, deciding to step in. "What are you, 5?" you said, pushing the bully's face to the side. He looked at you, extremely offended. "Come on Tim," you said, grabbing Tim's hand and beginning to pull him out from the small circle of bullies.

"Guess he can get girls to save him, but never sleep with him!" one bully yelled. You stopped, glaring at him before grabbing Tim's face and kissing him softly.

Tim panicked for a second, going stiff and not knowing what to do, but eventually placed his hands on your waist like Dick told him to when he explained how to kiss a girl.

"Come on," you grinned, pulling away.

"O-okay," Tim stuttered out before letting you lead him back into the cafeteria.

Damian:

"You're getting sloppy," Damian commented as you threw a punch at him. He had suggested a while back that you two start training together. You thought it was a great idea and would be fun. You were wrong.

"I am not," you defended, ducking as Damian threw a punch. He was going easy on you, and it annoyed you. "And don't go easy on me Damian. I'm Supergirl, I can handle it."

"I'm not going easy on you Beloved," Damian insisted, ducking down and going to trip you, but you easily flew above his foot. "Although we did agree no powers," he said, crossing his arms over his chest and looking up at your flying form.

"I'll stop using my powers when you stop going easy on me," you said, mimicking Damian's actions.

"Alright," Damian smirked, making you blush slightly. He quickly pulled out a grappling hook gun from who knows where and shot it. It wrapped around your ankle before you could fly away. Damian pulling on it, slowly pulling you down from the air until your feet touched the ground. Then, before you had time to react, he rushed forward, tripping you.

"Ow," you mumbled, looking up to see Damian pinning you to the ground with a smirk. "I knew you were going easy on me." Damian smiled slightly, admiring you. "Can you let me up now?" you asked, you face flushing pink at the newfound attention.

"Try and get out," Damian stated, apparently unsatisfied. You sighed before an idea popped into your mind. You leaned up, pressing your lips to Damian's. His eyes widened, unsure of what to do. He racked his brain for what Dick had told him to do in the stupid 'what if someone kisses you' talks. You then leaned back down.

"I'm sorry," you said, worried about Damian's reaction.

Damian stared at you before leaning down and recapturing your lips. You quickly reacted, lifting your head up to get a better angle.

You felt Damian's grip loosen as you continued and tried to slip your wrists from his grip, only from Damian to grab them again and press them to the floor.

"So close," he teased, pulling away slightly.

You rolled your eyes.

"SWEET JESUS!" Dick's voice yelled from the side, making you and Damian turn your heads. All of Damian's brothers stood there, staring at the two of you. Dick seemed horrified, Jason seemed both impressed and proud and Tim just looked confused. "YOU TWO NEED HOLY WATER!" Dick screeched, rushing forward and pouring his water on the both of you.

"Grayson!"

Terry:

"Terry," you said, looking up from your book as Terry walked into the living room of Wayne Manor.

"Hey Baby," Terry said, approaching you. "Where's the old man?"

"At some charity event," you stated, returning your attention to your book. Terry sat next to you, staring at you.

"What are you reading?" he asked.

"Y/f/b," you answered, turning a page.

"Well, can we do something together?" Terry questioned.

"After I'm done reading," you shrugged him off. Terry glanced at the book, raising an eyebrow at how much you still had left. He pushed the book down slightly, making you scowl at him. "Terry, I told you-"

Terry leaned forward, kissing you gently. You pushed him away. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked, staring at you with a hurt expression.

"I said after my book," you said, going back to y/f/b.

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