#all jaime wanted for christmas was bart

[paintingwithdarkness]

Cookies & BluePulse please 😊😊😊

Cookies

“Cariño, stop eating all the frosting or we’re not gonna have any for the cookies!” Jaime lightly chastised his boyfriend, watching as he squirted yet another glob of heavily dyed icing into his mouth.

Bart’s tongue was already stained green, and the tube, which had been brand new when they’d started was already half gone. Jaime snatched it from him and set it down on the counter.

“Aww,” Bart complained, “but the cookies are taking forever!”

Jaime glanced over to the little oven where a sheet of cookies was baking. He and Bart had decided to go with a homemade sugar cookie dough and had already made quite a mess of the kitchen, without Bart adding frosting to the mix. Both of them were covered in flour, and Jaime’s hands were still coated in a thin layer of grease from kneading the butter into their dough. Even with soap, he hadn’t been able to get all of the residue off. Not to mention the eggs Bart had cracked a little too hard against the counter. Jaime could see the runny yolks they’d failed to clean up trying to drip down onto the floor. The dough-covered Christmas themed cookie cutters they’d used were piled up in the sink.

Jaime watched as Bart reached for the tube of red icing and quickly grabbed him by the wrist before he could pick it up.

Bart whined again. “I’m hungry, Babe!”

“Then eat some of the left over M&Ms,” Jaime sighed. “The colors all taste the same.”

Bart scowled and mumbled something under his breath Jaime couldn’t quite catch, but snatched up the bag of leftover M&Ms and began snacking. He and Jaime had sorted out all of the M&Ms by color and decided that certain ones they probably wouldn’t end up using. An array of candy sat on the counter, all sorted out into bowls lined up next to the tubes of frosting.

Jaime kept a close eye on his boyfriend, making sure he didn’t steal anymore candy or icing he wasn’t supposed to. He knew how fast Bart could be (he was a speedster after all) and knew that even a second’s glance away could mean another tube of icing would go missing. There would be no point to even waiting for the cookies to finish baking if Bart ate up all of the decorations first.

Jaime spared a quick look at the oven timer. The cookies still had three minutes left, and then they needed time to cool. Surely he could keep his boyfriend in line for that much longer...

“Bart!” Jaime exclaimed, turning back around and catching the speedster with the tube of red frosting in hand. He snatched it away with a pointed look.

Bart tossed his head and groaned. “The cookies are taking forever and there’s nothing else to eat!”

Just then, an idea popped into Jaime’s head. He smirked. “Are you sure?” He stepped around the kitchen island to grab Bart by the hips, pressing the speedster’s lower back into the cool edge of the countertop. It wasn’t too often that Jaime was the one to initiate intimacy in their relationship, but he figured if he could keep Bart occupied while waiting for the cookies, and get a little pleasure out of it himself, then why not?

Jaime connected their lips, scrunching his nose up at the taste of pure sugar. Bart had eaten nothing but half a tube of frosting and candy for the past hour and it was all Jaime could taste. He loved Bart, and he especially loved kissing Bart, but the sweetness overload was too much. He pulled away and wiped at his mouth.

Bart gave him a confused look.

“Sorry, Cariño,” Jaime apologized. “But you taste like pure sugar.”

Bart laughed a little, draping an arm around Jaime’s shoulders. “Maybe if you had some of the frosting too it wouldn’t be so bad?” He reached behind him with the arm that wasn’t around Jaime’s neck, grabbing a tube of icing and twisted the cap off with his thumb.

Jaime removed a hand from his boyfriend’s waist and leaned forward to grab the tube. The move pressed them chest to chest. “Don’t even think about it,” Jaime growled at him playfully. He leaned up to press a kiss to the side of Bart’s neck. Bart tipped his head, accommodating him.

Jaime lightly trailed kisses down Bart’s neck to the collar of his shirt, and then sucked lightly at the hollow of his throat, dragging a pleased hum from the speedster’s chest. He traced up the other side of Bart’s pale neck and then across his jawline, ending with a teasing peck to the corner of his mouth. Bart whined in response and threaded his fingers through Jaime’s short-cropped hair, dragging him in for a real kiss.

This time, Jaime was prepared for the sickening sweetness. He closed his eyes as his lips moved with Bart’s, slowly getting used to the flavor. Vanilla, masked by the bitter taste of artificial dyes, chocolate, sugar plum and peppermint all danced over Jaime’s tongue as Bart coaxed his mouth open, deepening the kiss. Pretty soon, Jaime couldn’t differentiate between the taste of Bart’s mouth and his own.

As they kissed, Jaime’s hands slowly wandered across his boyfriend’s muscular, yet trim torso, appreciating the faint outlines of Bart’s developing six-pack, his powerful hips, strong thighs, and taut ass. Bart’s own seemed content to trace over the broad lines of Jaime’s back and shoulders, fingertips teasing at the protrusion of the Scarab’s shell beneath his shirt.

[Jaime Reyes] He tried to block out the disembodied voice in his head. Khaji Da always seemed to butt in at the worst times. Jaime was more than content to continue making out with his boyfriend without the distraction.

[Jaime Reyes, the Christmas confections are burning.]

He whined into Bart’s mouth as the speedster’s hands trailed under the front of his shirt, thumbs teasing down his David lines until hooking in the waistband of his jeans. Reluctantly, he broke away from Bart with a gasp for breath.

“Later,” Jaime panted. “We gotta decorate the cookies first.”

“Is that a promise?” Bart asked with a leer.

Jaime grined back at him as he slipped a pair of oven mitts on. “Depends on whether you want a Silent Night or want to jingle some bells?” He raised a suggestive eyebrow.

Bart shook his head at the innuendo. Jaime was witty and sarcastic, and his favorite type of flirting tended to include plays on words. Exchanging dirty puns with Bart was just a natural part of their relationship.

Jaime set the tray of cookies down on the counter. Khaji Da had warned him, and the batch had come out a little browner than Jaime would have liked, but the frosting and candy would do a good enough job masking the taste, so he wasn’t too concerned. He grabbed two plates from the cupboard and placed them on the counter, one in front of himself and one in front of his boyfriend.

For the next hour, they decorated the cookies, spreading green icing on Christmas trees and wreaths and dotting gingerbread men with varying colored M&M eyes. While they worked, Jaime played Christmas music on his phone in the background, quietly enough that he could still talk to his boyfriend.

“Which one are you going to leave for Santa?” Jaime asked as he put the final touches on his last cookie. He’d already picked out a reindeer shaped treat he’d decorated to leave for the big man in red.

“Santa?” Bart scoffed. “There’s no way a dude in a sleigh loaded down with tons of presents and relying on the power of magic reindeer can make it around the world in a single night.”

“You can literally run at the speed of light,” Jaime pointed out.

Bart crossed his arms. “You mean to tell me that Grandpa Barry has been Santa this whole time?”

Jaime chuckled. “He does wear a red suit. Plus, it explains why he can eat the millions of Christmas cookies and leave only crumbs at each child’s house.”

Bart shook his head.

Jaime laughed and gave him a kiss to placate him. “Don’t ruin the magic for me, Cariño.”

Bart slumped down in his chair, but set aside a cookie nonetheless. “The only people qualified for magic are Dr. Fate and Zatanna. I don’t think an old, fat man who breaks into houses should be granted those same privledges.”

Jaime slugged Bart in the bicep playfully. “You’re such a Scrooge!” He complained laughingly.

“Us speedsters are men of science,” Bart defended with a shrug. He got up and took the plate with his and Jaime’s cookies for Santa over to set on the mantle above their fireplace. He took a second to admire the tree he and Jaime had decorated on the first of December and then returned to the kitchen to begin cleaning up the mess. As he passed by the counter, Jaime tugged him down into his lap with an insistent kiss.

Jaime smiled when he felt his boyfriend kiss back and adjusted his position so that Bart could properly straddle his lap.

“I think the Christmas packages arrived early,” Bart whispered into Jaime’s ear suggestively, as he ground down against him.

Jaime placed a kiss to the sensitive spot behind Bart’s ear before replying back, “Maybe we should take them to the bedroom to unwrap?”

Bart turned his head to give Jaime a quick kiss on the lips. “Sounds like a Merry Christmas to me.”

Jaime kissed his boyfriend one more time before standing up from his chair to carry Bart down the hallway to their bedroom. The mess in the kitchen could wait. Right now, all he wanted was to be a ho ho ho for the love of his life.

Merry Christmas @lifewhyyoudothisquestionmark! Hope you enjoy this 🎄🎁

I think you’re rubbing off on me with all of these jokes. My writing never used to be like this. Oh well. I’ll blame you and my terrible sleep schedule for this monstrosity 😂

[robinofgothamcity]

♡ prompt: “what made you fall in love with her?"

♡ character: dick grayson / nightwing

♡ pronouns used: she/her

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / a small blurb bc i love my yj nightwing <3

"what's with your ( your hero name )?" Cassie asked Nightwing as you walked into the room with Jaime, dancing like no one was in the room. Jaime sighed in displeasure as he tried to move but you wouldn't allow her, "she seems like she's in a great mood."

"menea y menea menea el chiquihuite. bonito sabroso menea el chiquihuite."

Dick laughed, not really surprised at your behavior as he continued to hear you singing in Spanish.

"probably just in a good mood," he replied as he noticed Bart walking towards them, "can I ask you a question, wing?" Bart asked. Dick nodded, "from what I heard, both you and Wally had crushes on her when you guys were in our place. how did you get her?" he asked intrigued.

Dick laughed once again, "it's kind of a long story but Wally didn't like her in the way he thought he did. plus, she was far more interested in me than him," he explained. he heard Zatanna laughing in the background, "you sure about that?" she screamed as you caught onto their conversation.

"well, we kind of had to work out the kinks but it worked out in the end, didn't it?" he screamed the last part to Zatanna. Cassie started laughing as she saw you walking towards them, "so can I ask what made you fall in love with her?" she questioned as she saw Dick's eyes light up.

"yeah boss, the two of you are compatible but we wanna know! let us know the story!" Bart asked as Zatanna sat down next to him, interested to hear what he'd say, "what's the sudden interest in our relationship?" he asked, his eyebrow lifting in curiosity.

all of them stay silent as Dick gave you one more look knowing that he would have to answer them before they continued to pester him. seeing you still dancing in place as Jaime begged you to stopped, he turned to Cassie, Zatanna, and Bart.

+

you were sitting next to Wally, scarfing down food as he mumbled on about something you weren't really paying attention too.

"B-01 Robin," you heard the voice in the lair go off. you saw both him and Artemis walk in. you waved at your boyfriend and closest friend as they sat across from you and Wally, "what're you two losers up too?" Artemis asked.

you shrugged, "not much. I've been extremely bored since I finished my training with canary," you murmured as you saw Wally's offended look. "are you saying you're not having fun with me?" he asked.

"how can she? all you're doing is eating!" Dick exclaimed as he saw your phone ringing, "hey, my friend just texted me saying there's this dope Christmas light show happening downtown. any of you interested on going?" you asked, looking excitedly at Dick.

Dic shook his head in disbelief as he got up, "you've dragged me to three of these things already, aren't you tired of them?" he asked. you shook your head no, "I mean, I can see if M'gann or Connor are available if none of you want to go."

Artemis and Wally both got up as Dick hesitantly agreed.

"you owe me another game date for this," you rolled your eyes, smacking him on the back of the head as you grabbed his hand and intertwined it with yours, "this is payback for staying back with Wally and playing Mario Kart all day last week. you don't get to complain until I say so," you retorted.

Wally let out a fit of giggles until Artemis smacked him on the back of his head, "like you have any room to talk. we were supposed to see a movie that night too so you aren't off the hook either," the two boys bowed their head in shame as you and Artemis gave each other winks.

the four of you took the subway downtown as the area was lit up with multiple different Christmas lights. you immediately pointed to the lights like you were a child. Dick couldn't help but laugh as he watched you run to the ticket guy, immediately handing him ten dollars to pay for all four of you.

"come on! you're taking forty seven years!" you screamed, grabbing Artemis' hand and dragging her to the cool looking snowmen. she rolled her eyes playfully as Wally and Dick stayed behind the two of you.

you pointed out the cool sculptures that were made out of ice. Wally turned to Dick who was looking around lazily at the lights.

"your girlfriend seems to be really excited about this, huh?" Wally asked. Dick nodded, "she's dragged me to one of these things once every week," he replied, "but I don't really mind. I like seeing her that happy," he said off-handedly.

Wally's mouth dropped a bit in surprise.

"you're in love," he said out loud. Dick was caught off guard as he whipped his head to look over to him, "what makes you think that?" he exclaimed. Wally shook his head in disbelief, "the two of you have been dating for what? six months? and you have yet to tell her 'I love you' but you say all of that? sounds like love to me, kid," he explained.

the two of them stayed quiet as Dick thought over what Wally had told him. Wally knew he had struck a cord in Dick but walked over to where you and Artemis were. you noticed that Dick had remained where he was as Wally and Artemis continued to walk ahead.

"what're you doing so far behind?" you asked, standing next to him. Dick shook his head, trying not to think of what Wally said, "I was just thinking of something Bruce told me earlier. where did the other two run off too?" he asked. you shrugged, realizing that they must've went ahead.

"they probably left considering you were just standing there!" you said jokingly. Dick grabbed your hand, intertwining it with yours again, "want to get some hot chocolate? my treat!" Dick offered as he flashed his debit card. you knew Dick liked to flaunt the money that Bruce gave him monthly but between you and him, you knew he probably saw it as payback for paying for him earlier.

if there was one thing Dick despised, it was for you to pay for something. he quite literally had unlimited access to Bruce's money and knew that you could pay for dates at times but with that much money sitting for his allowance, it was like he needed to spend it at times.

the two of you walked to the counter, seeing the boy making the orders that Dick had placed. you grabbed a few napkins as the boy handed Dick his drink before looking to you, "for the lady, it'll be free. can't have a girl like her paying for her own drink," he complimented, giving you a wink.

your eyes widened as you tried to hide the warm feeling crawling up on your face as Dick immediately turned to the boy, "I wouldn't be complimenting other peoples girlfriend because I don't think you'll like the outcome," Dick warned as you saw him reaching into his utility belt.

"hey, let's get going before Wally and Artemis think we left!" you quickly said as you grabbed his wrist and dragged him away.

Dick knew what he had done was irrational but nevertheless stood his ground.

"seriously? you really almost gave yourself up because you were jealous?" you exclaimed quietly. Dick sighed, "what? he's the one that started it! plus, it's kind of ridiculous to see your girlfriend, ya know, the one I love, get flustered by the comment."

your eyes widened again, not processing what he had said outside of him telling you that he loved you. "Dick, you giant idiot! this is the first time you tell me you love me and it's because you're jealous!" you exclaimed. Dick shrugged, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it, "and I meant every word. I do love you!" he repeated.

you grabbed Dick's face and brought him down for a kiss, "I love you too," you whispered, giving him another kiss.

+

"you realized you loved her when you got jealous?" Cassie asked a bit taken back. Dick shook his head no, "no, I told her I loved her that time. she made me fall in love with her because she's....her. there's not much more than that," he pointed out. you were now walking over to them again as you sat across from Dick and gave him a smile.

"it's true. someone had to wrangle in that dog and it was me who had too," Dick gave you an offended look as he tried not to laugh at the nickname you had said. "I'm the dog?" he asked.

you nodded, fully confident in what you had called him.

"prior to us getting together, I had dated only Red Arrow yet within the few months we broke up, you dated not only Oracle but Zatanna and Rocket," you informed him. Zatanna started laughing knowing you meant no harm with your comment. she knew Dick was a bit of a hoe (LMAO AM I WRONG?).

"yeah but now you're stuck with him forever," Zatanna said. you laughed knowing that she was hinting at the fact that you had recently gotten engaged to Dick but not many knew, "and he's stuck with me!" you replied, giving Dick a smile. he laughed, getting up and shooing the kids off to train, "I'd be stuck anywhere with you, Mrs. Future Grayson," he whispered in your ear.

you got on your tiptoes and placed a kiss on his cheek.

"I can say the same and hey, maybe Tim and Cassie will be us one day," you said pointing out the fact that Tim and Cassie were both following in your footsteps, except that Tim wasn't the same kind of guy that Dick was when it came to relationships, "he learned from the best," Dick replied.

you smacked him on the back of the head, "shut up and go train those kids before they get antsy. by the time you finish, I'll be at home," you said blowing him a kiss before walking away.

Dick watched you leave as he stood mesmerized. he really couldn't get enough of you.

[damianwaynerocks]

Zuko & the Waynes - Chapter 3

Batfam/ATLA au

Description:  Prince Zuko, pre-finding Aang, falls into Gotham City. After being adopted by Bruce Wayne, Zuko finds himself enjoying life in this strange world. Zuko Wayne has a family who loves him unconditionally. Zuko Wayne is a hero, saving the innocents of Gotham City every night. But Zuko soon finds himself at the center of a plot that threatens to destroy not only this new world he's come to love, but also the world he's trying to leave behind.

A/N: okay, so the members of the titans and young justice team are different in this au.

Young Justice: Tim Drake (Red Robin); Cassie Sandsmark (Wondergirl); Kon/Conner Kent (Superboy); Bart Allen (Impulse)

Titans: Dick Grayson (Nightwing); Koriand'r (Starfire); Garfield Logan (Beast Boy); Rachel Roth (Raven); Jaime Reyes (Blue Beetle); M'Gann M'orris (Miss Martian)

Chapter 2 | Masterlist

Chapter 3:

"So, you remember the plan?"

"Yeah, we got it," said Cassie into her earpiece, having to raise her voice to be heard over the pouring rain outside. "Don't worry about us, we're fine."

"Good to know," Tim responded into the comlink.

It was the night of the auction. Zuko was wearing a black suit while Cassie was wearing a red dress. Both had their masks on. Kon, also known as Superboy, was sitting in the driver's seat. He was acting as their chauffeur, and was there as backup in case anything went wrong. Zuko rolled his eyes as he heard a slurping sound in his com link, presumably from Tim taking a sip of coffee.

 "That was gross," Kon sighed. "Don't do that." 

Tim ignored him. "Proud of you both. Remember, if the wrong person gets their hands on the magyntite, not even Superman will be able to stop them." He paused. "No pressure, though.”

"Wow, you're great at pep talks." Zuko adjusted the mask on his face, making sure it hid his scar. "You ready, Cassie?"

"I was born ready," Cassie responded with a grin. "Now, let's go, Henry."

"After you, Larissa." Zuko grabbed an umbrella and stepped out of the  self-driving black limousine they'd borrowed from Bruce. He went around to her side of the vehicle and opened her door for her. Cassie looped her arm through his, muttering a thank you as Zuko raised the umbrella above both of them. They walked into the casino.

 Just inside, a bouncer stepped in front of them. "How tall is the eagle's wingspan?"

"That means do magic," Tim said through the coms.

 "Uh," Zuko's mind raced as he tried to think of a spell on the spot. "Fire Dragon Iron Fist!" he finally said, and a ball of fire appeared over his closed fist. The bouncer nodded, and unhooked the red rope, allowing them to step inside.It was bright and loud and flashy, and Zuko had to stop for a moment to get his bearings.

 "You good?" Cassie whispered, placing a hand on his chest to steady him. "It's okay. Let's just go downstairs, follow me." She gently led him towards the back of this casino. Tim had told them that there was a staircase behind the bathrooms, and the basement was where the auction was taking place.They walked past the doors that said 'men' and 'woman' and opened the third door, revealing stairs going down to a concrete basement. "You okay now?" Cassie asked as they began to descend. 

 "Yeah," Zuko grunted. "I'm fine." They walked down a dark and damp hallway, a stark contrast to the bright lights and clean floors of the upper floor. The reached a huge room with a wrap around balcony overlooking the bottom floor. Many people, all wearing masks, were crowded together. 

"It's about to start, Mr. Henry," Cassie said. "Let's go sign in." The pair walked through the people until they reached the stairs leading to the bottom floor. Arms still linked, they walked down the stairs. 

"There's a ton of people here," Zuko mused. "I wonder what they all want to buy." 

Cassie shrugged. "Drugs. Artifacts. Who knows." 

They made their way to the middle of the throng of people and sat down in two of the chairs. The auction started soon after, and the words the auctioneer was saying sounded like white noise to Zuko. Finally, twenty minutes in, Tim's voice in his ear made Zuko flinch. "Magyntite is next," he said. "Be ready."

Sure enough, the man held up a silver briefcase. "Magyntite!" he yelled. "This drug is like Kobra Venom! Bulk up your muscles, lady and gentlemen. Do I hear... two million?" Zuko raised his hand and the same time another man did. The man glared at Zuko, who did the same.Back and forth this happened, Zuko and this man trying to get the magyntite. In the end, though, Zuko and Cassie got it for $45,000,000.

 "Holy crap," Cassie breathed as they walked back up the stairs. "That man wanted to kill you." 

Zuko hummed. "He isn't the only one." 

Cassie gave him an amused look."Is that so, Sir Henry?"

"Indeed it is, Lady Larissa."

Golden eyes gazed into blue for a second, both having small smiles on their faces.

  "Yo, you guys get it?"

"Uh, yeah," Cassie replied, breaking eye contact. "Yeah, we're heading back now." 

Zuko's face reddened. He hadn't felt any feeling similar to that since Mai, when he was thirteen. He shook his head to clear it. Don't be stupid, he told himself. Don't even go there. No chance of that happening.

"You good?" Cassie asked, raising an eyebrow under her mask. Zuko cleared his throat and nodded a little too quickly.

"Me? I'm great. Splendid. Never been better!" he babbled. "Oh Agni, I bet Kon is going crazy! Uh, let's go see him!" He linked his arm with Cassie's and half-led half-drug her through the club and out the door.

"And the lovely couple returns!" Kon cheered as Zuko opened the door for Cassie. "I missed you! Tim told me I couldn't listen to my podcast because I had to stay alert so I've been bored out of my mind."

"Oh, poor baby!" Cassie mocked. "Do you need a massage and a nice cup of tea?"

"I do, actually."

"Too bad, Superbrat."

 Zuko looked out the window. He missed his uncle's tea.

 Only 11 more months. 

___

The next morning, Zuko, Duke and Damian were at the table eating breakfast. Zuko was about to put a piece of bacon in his mouth when he felt eyes on him. Looking up, he frowned as he met Duke's eyes. "What?

Duke's eyebrows were furrowed in disbelief. "Dude, it's 7:00 in the morning. Why are you already dressed?" 

Zuko blinked. While the others were in their pajamas- Duke in an old t-shirt and shorts and Damian in his silk robe -Zuko was in jeans and a Ralph Lauren button-up, his hair in a topknot. He would've put shoes on, if it weren't for Alfred's no-shoes-in-the-house rule. "I'm used to getting up at dawn and getting ready. It's what I've done for three years."

Duke shook his head. "You're making me feel like a slob, Zu."

 "You will not feel that way for long," Damian spoke up. "For I hear Drake coming down the stairs." 

Sure enough, Tim walked around the corner, staggering to the table. He was in an over sized black Superman shirt and his boxers with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. His long hair was a mess, and the circles under his eyes made it look as though he had been punched in the face.  Alfred pulled out a chair beside Zuko, a cup of coffee already in his hand. Tim stumbled towards the chair, looking as though he was about to pass out. He sat down in the chair slowly, and Alfred immediately put the cup of coffee in front of him. Tim blinked slowly, before picking up the coffee and bringing it to his lips. 

"Well," Duke chuckled. "I no longer feel like a slob." 

Damian wrinkled his nose, scoffing at Tim. "You are a disgrace, Drake. Have some self respect." Tim stared at him owl-eyed in response.

 "Just give him like ten minutes," Duke said. "Anyways! So I heard you went on a mission last ni-"

"Master Duke!" Alfred interrupted him sharply. "Might I remind you the rules of breakfast?" 

Duke seemed to shrink into himself as he answered in a small voice, "No vigilante talk at the breakfast table." Alfred nodded in approval before going back into the kitchen. Duke turned back to Zuko. "Later."

Zuko hummed in response. 

--

As soon as breakfast was over, Duke ran to Zuko excitedly. "So!? How'd it go?"

"It went fine," Zuko replied. "I mean, we went in, got the stuff and got back in the car."

"That's it? No fights?"

"No fights."

"What about Cassie? Any emotions?" 

Zuko coughed, his eyes widening. "What!? No! Don't be stupid!"

Duke laughed. "Dude, you're gonna have to get better at lying if you want to join the business."

"Which could start right now, if you want." Zuko and Duke whirled around to see Bruce holding a cup of coffee. "You've been here for a month. You can fight and you're smart. You're welcome to start training today, if you want."

Zuko's jaw dropped. "Uh, yeah! That'd be great!" 

Bruce smiled."Fantastic. Go get changed into something comfortable and we'll start."

Zuko practically sprinted to his room, but before he could change, his phone chimed.

Cassie Sandsmark: good morning doofus

.Zuko grinned in spite of himself.

Zuko Wayne: good morning!

Cassie Sandsmark: how'd you sleep?

Zuko Wayne: great but i don't know if tim slept at all he's barely alive right now

Cassie Sandsmark: sounds like tim

Cassie Sandsmark: so when u joining the hero business

Zuko Wayne: right now,, I'm about to start training

Cassie Sandsmark: YAY TELL ME HOW IT GOES

Zuko Wayne: of course

__

Training, Zuko decided, was difficult. It'd been a month since he'd started, and while he was improving, he was sore and sick of computers. 

"If I have to break another one of Tim's codes, I'll kill myself," he groaned, flopping on to the couch beside Damian, who nodded. 

"Every time Drake speaks, I want to kill myself." Zuko eyed him wearily.

"That's harsh."

"Such is reality." Damian flipped to the next page of the book he was reading. "So, your first patrol is tomorrow?" 

Zuko grinned."Yeah. I'm so excited." He sat up, cracking his knuckles. "Gonna be a blast."

"Are you finally adequate at lying?" 

Zuko winced. "It took me a while but yeah, I got it."

 "Good. We cannot have you exposing our secret." He looked up from his book. "Christmas is next month. Pennyworth instructed me to inform you that he needs a list of what you wish."

Zuko groaned. "I have no idea what I want."

"Well, figure it out," Damian replied. "Because if you do not, I'll have to listen to the complaining."

__

It was the night of his first patrol. Zuko turned to the mirror. His suit was a black kevlar lined jumpsuit with an obsidian utility belt and combat boots of the same color. There was a blue bat symbol across the chest, and a demon-type stage mask of the same color on his face. He looked at the blue gauntlet on his wrist and flexed his arm.

Dick whistled lowly. "Lookin' sharp, Zu."

Zuko grunted in response, but he couldn't stop the corners of his lips from twitching upwards.

"Good to see you suited up," Bruce said as he saw his son. He turned to the Bat Computer and typed something in. "Alright. Nightwing and Robin, you take the east side. Red Hood and Black Bat, you take the west. Red Robin, you take south. Blue Spirit and I will take north."

"You got it, boss man," said Jason with a mock salute. At that, the vigilantes headed out.

"Remember," Bruce began as he and Zuko got into the Batmobile. "Code names in the field." Zuko nodded.

"I won't forget, Batman."

"Good to hear, Blue Spirit." 

After a few minutes if driving, Oracle spoke. "Croc is robbing a store on the corner of North and Order," she said. "Blue Spirit and Batman are closest."

"We're on it," Bruce said, and sped up. 

They reached the corner in five minutes, and jumped out of the car. "Croc!" Bruce yelled.

A huge reptilian humanoid turned toward the voice, and smiled. "Batman!" he chirped. "And who's this?"

"Blue Spirit," Zuko said stiffly. 

Killer Croc chuckled."New kid to destroy? I love that." 

Croc rushed him, snapping his jaws viciously. Zuko jumped into the air, doing a flip over the creature. Fire blasted out of his elbow and he punched Croc in the snout as he turned. 

Croc stumbled back. "Igniting your elbow to increase the force of your punch? Smart. Not smart enough." He ran towards Zuko again, claws outstretched, moving at inhuman speeds. Zuko ducked under his claws and gave an uppercut with the same advantage into his stomach. Croc was thrown into the air by the force. Before he could land, Zuko sent a blast of fire at him, engulfing him in flames. Croc screamed and fell to the ground, charred and smoking.

 "He's still alive," Bruce said gruffly. "Not bad. I'll call Gordon." Zuko's chest swelled with pride, but he simply nodded. 

"There's a robbery at the R&D center of Enterprises," Oracle said suddenly.

"Blue Spirit and I are going to check it out," Bruce answered.

"10-4," Dick replied. "Call if you need backup." Bruce grunted in response and, gesturing for Zuko to follow, jumped back into the Batmobile before speeding off.

"R&D?" Zuko echoed what Oracle had said earlier. "What's that?"

"It's the Research and Development Center," Bruce replied. "It's where we store Batman Inc. tech that's still in production."

"Oh."

“That's right. If anyone succeeds in getting their hands on what's in there-"

"-They'll get their hands on everything." Zuko bit the inside of his cheek. "It's fine. We can do this."

A hint of a smile ghosted across Bruce's lips, so small that Zuko wasn't sure if it'd even been there in the first place.

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The Research and Development Center of Wayne Enterprises was primarily used to develop advancements in technology. These advancements ranged from more effective cancer treatments to new engines for vehicles.The blueprints listed the building as being eight stories. Unbeknownst to the majority of WE's employees, there was a basement. A basement hidden far below the actual building, so far below than an express elevator was needed. This basement was where the technology for Batman Inc. was developed.

Unlike the secret basement of Falcone's club, this basement was in pristine condition. It had a hospital feel to it, with white flooring, walls, and ceiling. 

Bruce and Zuko had just grappled down the elevator shaft was landed at the end of one of the basement's hallways."The only alarm that's been triggered was the entry alarm," said Bruce. "The rooms where the... merchandise are kept have separate alarm systems. Can you tell me what this means, Blue Spirit?"

"The intruder either doesn't know what exactly is down here, or they just haven't managed to get into the rooms yet." Zuko frowned. "Wait, if they figured out this place was here then that means they definitely know what's down here. So then they haven't found the location of the 'merchandise.'"

"And you believe that to be the most probable scenario?"

"Well... yeah. I mean, unless they managed to bypass the alarm system. But that's impossible, this place is un-hackable ever since that incident with Ra's al Ghul. The security system is invincible. Right?"

"Rule of thumb, Blue Spirit," Bruce grunted, raising his arm closer to his face to he could activate his gauntlet. "Nothing is invincible. Everything has a weakness. Some are harder to find than others, but the only thing that is truly invincible is God Himself. And I don't think He would have any reason to break into Wayne Enterprises."

"Okay, but they tripped the alarm when they came in," Zuko pointed out. "So they must not have been able to hack the system."

"Unless they want us here."

Zuko sucked in his teeth. "So that's what you think? This is a trap?"

"It isn't a trap if we know about it," Bruce countered. "Here, I'm pulling up the motion sensors." Sure enough, the holographic screen coming from the gauntlet showed motion in room 121.

"Is that one of the rooms?" Zuko asked. 

Bruce nodded."Yes." He and Zuko started to run in the direction of the before mentioned room. "There's very dangerous technology in there. We need to stop this intruder now." The two were sprinting, taking twists and turns through the winding hallways until Bruce stuck his arm out, signaling for Zuko to stop. In front of them was room 121, the door ajar.

"Holy crap," Zuko whispered. "They hacked us."

"They hacked us," Bruce echoed. "And now they're going to pay. Manuever 13. Be cautious." Bruce rolled a metal ball into the room, and it exploded into smoke Using the smoke as cover, Zuko and Bruce dashed into the room. 

Using the heat signatures to see through the smoke, Zuko jumped forward, swinging down his broadswords in arc. His eyes widened as they hit air; the person had disappeared."What-" he broke off as someone landed a hit to his spine. Zuko whirled around, kicking out at his attacker, yet his foot hit air as the assailant dodged again.

"A teleporter?" he muttered. A laugh hit his ears, and the assailant landed another hit to the back of his head. Zuko tried to return the hit with one of his own but, of course, he missed.So far, Zuko noticed, they were teleporting closely around him. They were staying in close proximity with him. It would be hard to deduce where exactly they would strike, unless he limited their options.

Zuko stomped on the ground, and a ring of fire flared up around him. The attacker led out a gut wrenching scream as they were caught in the flames.He caught a glimpse of a person in a black suit clutching their arm before they teleported above his head, aiming a dropkick above him.

 But Zuko had anticipated this. He grabbed their leg from above and slammed them on the ground. They landed with a crack and coughed.

"You just broke my spine, you asshole," the person wheezed. They were still now, and Zuko could see she was a girl with long brown hair in a wine-colored robe. 

Zuko gulped, forcing down the rising panic at the girl's words. "Maybe you shouldn't have tried to break my skull."

The girl shrugged. "Just following orders."

"Who are you!?" Zuko snarled. "Tell me! Who are you and what do you want with this technology!?"

"Well, if you must know," the girl said, pain evident in her voice despite her calm tone. "I am but a servant of The Lady of the Dual Skies."

"The Lady of the Dual Skies?" Zuko echoed. "What does that mean?"

"Nothing's taken," Bruce said as he crossed his arms from where he stood behind Zuko. "Nothing has even been tampered with. You clearly weren't looking for anything here. So what did you want?"

"The Lady does not permit me speaking with anybody but you." The girl was speaking directly to Zuko, not sparing Bruce a glance. "She has something she wishes you to know."

Zuko narrowed his eyes behind his mask. "And what would that be?"

The girl grinned wickedly. "She says she'll see you soon."

With that, a portal opened up under the girl and she disappeared in a flash of purple light.

[themusicplayedherlife]

Of Warmth and Growth

pairing: dick grayson x f!reader characters: reader, the team, dick grayson word count: 7.7k+ warnings: angst, self doubt, and boat load of fluff summary: dealing with a broken heart isn’t easy, but your friend megan is hoping to get you out of that fink by inviting you to her holiday party where you meet someone that might help you move on. a/n: there’s a whole story behind this--originally this was started as a requested oneshot, but i couldn’t bring myself to finish it, so i revamped it and wrote a different story that i posted some time ago. fast forward to november, i made it my goal to finish this before the new year, and i was so close, too, but family took priority. there might also be a disconnect, but I really tried smoothing it over, hopefully I did well. anyway, better late than never, though?

Happy Harbour

December 7, 2019

“Sometimes it’s very hard to move on, but once you move on, you’ll realize it was the best decision you’ve ever made. You’ll see.”

You want to laugh bitterly at Megan’s words, but her sympathetic smile and warm gaze are holding you back from doing so. She’s only trying to help, you’re reminded by your conscious as she continues to spew words of healing and bullshit. Utter bullshit. 

Your bitterness wins and you say, “I know,” wanting nothing more than for her to shut up. 

Her smile turns sheepish and she pats your hand affectionately before excusing herself to get more coffee, or to get away from you. You wouldn’t blame her if it was the latter, you haven’t exactly been good company to keep around since your break up.

Sighing, your eyes trail to the world on the other side of the small cafe’s window. It’s bustling and full of people with shopping bags, all of them preparing for the holidays. It really is a different world outside, you muse. Everything inside the coffee shop is warmer and cozier—quieter compared to the outside. It almost, almost makes you forget about your broken heart that was ripped and stomped on by the person you thought loved and cared for you, things that you still, unfortunately, feel for them.

Your red-haired friend comes back with two styrofoam cups instead of one, and she sets one down in front of you, taking her seat across from you once more. “I got you another earl grey.”

You pick up the warm styrofoam, enjoying the heat against your palm. “Thank you.”

Megan doesn’t say anything for once, instead she watches the world with you, letting only the soft jazz of the cafe to envelop you. You can tell she’s going over something in her mind, she’s never this quiet unless she’s thinking, and that’s—usually—never a good thing, at least not when it pertains to you. 

It’s not until you’re halfway done with your drink that she finally speaks, having grown restless with her thinking. She’s looking at you, her eyes narrowed and a little shaky, never really making contact with your own, but still facing your direction. “Sooo, I was thinking,” she drawls, “Conner and I are inviting some of our old friends over for a little get together this weekend and I thought, hey, maybe I can convince my best friend in the whole universe to finally meet my other friends, you know, I want us all to be friends and—“

“You’re rambling.”

“Right; sorry. It’s not going to be a huge thing, just a few of us watching crappy movies and drinking spiked eggnog, maybe play some games or something.” She reaches for your hand holding your drink and finally meets your eyes. “And I really want you to be there. What do you say, huh?”

“Megan,” you start warningly.

She raises a hand as a peace sign. “I know, I know! You said you wanted to keep a low profile this holiday season, but I really want to introduce you. They’re really nice people, a little odd, but so am I and you’re still my friend!”

You purse your lips, mulling over the idea. “Are the girls going to be there?”

“Yes! Well, Karen will be, I’m not sure about Wendy, yet. Should probably ask her tonight.”

Again, you think it over. Not only will you be in a small, confined space with a lot of people (she might have said it wasn’t going to be huge, but you and her have different definitions for small and huge), you’re going to be stuck in a confined space with strangers. It doesn’t sound very pleasing, but then again, you haven’t been very pleasant and there’s no denying that you always dodged her past intents to get you and her friends to hang out, and yet, she’s still here, trying to cheer you up. 

You owe it to her. 

“Okay, I’ll go.” She immediately squeals. Loudly. Blushing, you look around the cafe, and just as you feared, everyone in the small cafe is looking at you. You sigh, lifting a hand to stop her from over exerting herself—and from embarrassing you any further. “Just don’t expect me to bring anything.”

“That’s fine! That’s fine! As long as you bring yourself, I’m content.”

You’re going to regret it, you just know it.

Happy Harbour

December 14, 2019

You tug at the hem of your outfit, uncomfortable. You could hear the loud laughter of the people inside accompanied by the soft hum of Megan’s holiday playlist. In your hand is a Tupperware full of brigadeiro, a Brazilian dessert your grandma used to make for the holidays before she completely quit eating sweet things (in front of your mom anyway).

Fingers tighten around the container. Maybe you should go... You could always deal with an angry Megan later. 

“Are you going to go in or are you just going to stare at the wreath all night?” A deep, amused voice registers in your mind and your body jerks in response, almost making you drop the Tupperware if it weren’t for the steady hand holding you against their strong, chest. “Whoa, there!” he exclaims, warm air fanning over your neck. “You all right?”

He doesn’t allow you to pull away until he steadies you, making sure you’re upright before letting you go. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you breathe out. “Thank you.”

He chuckles and you whirl around to meet your assailant and savior—and holy fuck is he gorgeous. They were gorgeous, too, but in that average kind of way. Nothing about them stood out to people, but to you? They were the most beautiful person you had ever seen. But this man in front of you, you had to be stupid not to notice how gorgeous he is. Striking blue eyes peering into you, a mischievous glint in them and matched by the lopsided smirk adorning his face; unruly black locks in waves and falling to one side as he runs his fingers through his hair. There’s something distinctly boyish and alluring about him that it renders you speechless.

“Megan never told me she had such a gorgeous friend,” he suddenly says. Or maybe not so suddenly because you’re sure his mouth had been moving before you allowed yourself to fall under his spell.

Hold on. 

Wait a second.

Gorgeous?

Did he really just call you gorgeous, too?

Your throat closes and your eyes widen, hopefully not comically or at all because holy shit. A really gorgeous man just called you gorgeous. The last person to ever compliment was your mom. But she’s your mom. She’s supposed to think you’re pretty good looking. And before that it was them. And realizing it now, they probably never even meant it. So this? This is new and weird and what the fuck are you supposed to say to something like that to someone like him. “I—“ 

A draft of air hits your back as the door is swung open behind you. The Christmas music that Megan has been preparing since June is louder than before without the door closed.

“You’re here,” she squeals, wrapping her arms from behind you, her chin settling on your shoulder. “I’m so happy you came!” She kisses your cheek messily and something sweet and alcoholic fills your nostrils. “And you brought something!”

“Yeah, yeah! Don’t make it a thing.” You laugh, pulling away as she makes a show of having to let you go. “How much eggnog have you had?” 

“Not too much.” Her eyes turn to the other guest and her eyes brighten. “Dick!” Dick? What kind of name is Dick? Was his mom angry at his dad? Noticing your stare, he smiles down at you, amusement never leaving his face before he turns to Megan. “You’re here! Wally and the others are already here.” She moves away from the door to let you both in.

Dick gestures to the inside of her apartment. “After you.”

Blinking owlishly, you thank him and enter the loud apartment full of people you don’t recognize—well, mostly of people you don’t recognize. There’s Karen and Mal by the Christmas tree talking to a redhead and a blonde, who Dick makes his way over to after excusing himself. Wendy is with Marvin by the snack table, the two arguing—really it's Marvin arguing—about which dessert is the best for the holidays, and a few other really gorgeous and fit people. Why are all of her friends ridiculously good looking?

“You okay?” Megan asks, her hand settling on your shoulder and squeezing lightly.

Your head swivels in her direction. “What?”

“You were frowning,” she says softly. “Hey, if I forced you to be here—“

“No,” you interrupt her quickly. “No, I’m glad you invited me, I just—I’ll be okay. I promise. You were right about me having to move on. I can’t avoid society forever because of a broken heart. I just need to get used to… this,” you say, moving your eyes around the party of people that seemed to already be coupled off.

She smiles gently but doesn’t seem all that convinced. “I’m right here if you need me, okay?” She takes the Tupperware from your hands. “Come on, let's say hi to everyone.” When you bristle, as you take off your coat, she laughs. “In moderation.”

An hour into the party and you’ve already become acquainted with mostly everyone at the party. You meet Wally and Artemis, the couple who were with Karen and Mal when you first arrived; Raquel and her baby boy, Amistad. Cassie and Tim; Jaime and Bart; Gar and some really weird guy who keeps glaring at Conner; Kaldur, who looks strangely familiar—and only smiles when you mention it before being pulled away by Megan—and Barbara, who eyes you momentarily before flashing you a warm smile. She’s a little intimidating, if you’re being honest.

There are still a few more people you have yet to meet, but you seriously need a break, and you say as much to Megan.

“You said a little party,” you say accusingly, as if you hadn’t known this was her definition of small.

She laughs, her arm hooked around yours as she pulls you towards the spread of food and drinks. “It is little!” She lets go of you, opens the treats you made and places them between all the others. She then grabs a clean cup to fill it with eggnog before handing it to you. “Here! Conner and I made it, so it might not be… good.”

You take a tentative sip of the thick liquid made out of egg and spices and doused with alcohol and holy fuck do you regret it. “You and Conner made this?” you sputter, the taste of bourbon lingering strongly on your tongue.

She pouts. “The recipe called for a ton of bourbon to counteract the sweetness!”

You pull the cup away and eye the liquid with scrutiny. “Did you put a whole bottle of Bourbon from Costco in here?”

“Yes?” she answers, a little unsure. “Probably. I don’t actually remember.”

Conner comes up from behind her and wraps his arms around her waist. “Enjoying yourselves?” 

She tilts her head to kiss him on his cheek continuously and smiles. “Always.” 

You avert your gaze. 

“It’s good to see you again,” Conner addresses you after they’ve had their fill of small pecks. Honestly, you don’t blame them for being so affectionate and in love. It wasn’t that long ago that the two finally decided to give each other another chance after a falling out that Megan still doesn’t want to talk about. And again, you don’t blame her. You don’t want to talk about the reason why you and your ex broke up either, let alone think about it. 

You hum and reluctantly move your gaze back to their interlocked embrace. You manage a smile. “Same to you. Been a while hasn’t it?” 

Before he can reply, Gar interrupts with a call of their names. He’s standing near the fireplace with Bart, leaning over something. “Come check this out!”

Megan wiggles out of Conner’s hold and instead grabs his hand to lead him towards the boys. “Don’t go anywhere!”

Conner flashes an exasperated glance at you over his shoulder, which you return, before he wraps his arms around Megan again—the two laughing and joking about who knows what as they close the distance between them and the boys.

Sighing, you take another sip of the eggnog and your face scrunches in response to the liquid coating your tongue. “Bleh.”

“Fell victim to the spiked eggnog, I see,” a voice cuts through your thoughts as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

Eyes snap up to meet the familiar, amused gaze of Dick. “Uh, yeah.”

He offers you a different mug and you eye it suspiciously. He chuckles. “It’s just apple cider, I promise.”

You reluctantly relent, taking the mug he offers as he takes the one you had been drinking. You take a sip, and surprisingly enough, it really is apple cider, no alcohol at all. “Oh, god, thank you.”

He flashes you a pearly smile, and takes a sip of the eggnog without grimacing. “So, how did you meet Megan and Conner?”

“Oh, um, from school. We went to the same high school.” He quirks an eyebrow. “I was a year below them, but I became friends with Megan when she joined the cheerleading team. My friendship with Conner just followed naturally after that.”

His eyes brighten, as if what you’re saying is actually interesting. “Really?”

You curl a piece of loose hair behind your ear. “Uh, yeah. What about you? How did you meet them?”

“Oh, through our families,” he supplies, a little detached, as if it weren’t really important. “Most of us met like that.”

You frown, but try to hide it behind the rim of the mug. “Wow. Then you must’ve known Megan for quite some time, then?”

His eyes flicker to your lips and his turn upwards. “Actually, I’ve probably known her for about the same amount of time as you.”

Wait. If that's true…“Does that mean you went to the Halloween disaster of 2016?” You remember Megan telling you she would be inviting her friends to the dance, and you heard that she did. Maybe he was among them?

He snorts. “Is that what they’re calling it?” You nod eagerly, hoping to hear his side of what happened that night.

“No.” You deflate, and he huffs a laugh. “I wasn’t able to go, had plans that night. Did you?”

You pout, the disappointment you felt at missing that night coming to mind. “Unfortunately, no. I was sick, but I heard from Marvin and the others that it was a night to remember.”

You don’t get to ask him more questions because as soon as you open your mouth, the front door opens to reveal a beautiful girl with dark, raven hair in delicate waves and bright blue eyes entering the room. Immediately, everyone (excluding you, Marvin and Wendy—wtf Karen?) recognizes her and greet her with a loud exclaim of her name, “Zatanna!”

Dick turns to you and you already know that he’s about to excuse himself. “Do you mind if—“ 

You shake your head interrupting him with, “No, no, go ahead.”

Surprisingly, he reaches for your arm and squeezes gently. “I’ll be right back.”

You blink after him and mutter, “Yeah. Okay.”

“Be right back” doesn’t happen. He stays by the pretty girl’s side, the two of them being overly familiar with one another—tight hugs, continuous small touches, long eye contact, leaning against one another. You wouldn’t be surprised if they dated at some point, to be honest; or maybe they are dating—ugh. Why does the thought of it bother you?

“You all right?” Wendy softly asks, her kind eyes full of worry and briefly moving to Karen by the entrance.

What’s that about?

You try to keep from frowning. “I think I just need some fresh air,” you assure her.

“Do you want me to come with you?” 

“No, I’ll be fine. I’ll just be out for a moment, besides—“ you flick your eyes to Marvin by the dessert table stuffing his face with walnut bread—“I think you’d better stay to make sure Marvin doesn’t eat all the walnut bread.”

“Oh—damn it, Marvin!” She sighs ready to chastise her boyfriend, but she pauses to look at you. “Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

You hum in agreement and watch as she saunters over to Marvin before turning on your heels and stepping out through the sliding doors leading to the balcony.

The cold winter air bites your skin, your long sleeved turtleneck not enough to combat the cold, but just thinking about going back inside makes you try to suck it up. You cover your mouth with your sleeve as you lean against the railing—Happy Harbor lights glinting brightly in the dark. 

Maybe you should leave. You’ve been here a good amount of time to deem acceptable, right? You’ve met some of Megan’s friends and even talked to a few of them for a while, and you didn’t show an ounce of disgruntlement—as far as you know—so you should be good right?

An ache fills your chest, pulsing slowly as you let out a long sigh. God, what happened to you? You weren’t always like this. So closed off and unwilling to spend time with your friends. You’ve practically been unconsciously ignoring Karen and Mal, attaching yourself to Megan when she is alone, or staying with Marvin and Wendy because they act least like a couple compared to your old classmates. And the moment the one person you’ve talked to for an extended period of time at the party joins his pretty friend, you become bitter about it! 

You need help.

Something heavy lands on your shoulders and back, strong cologne filling your nostrils and making you jump.

“Woah, easy, it’s just me.”

Startling blue eyes twinkle with mischief and your shoulders drop, heat combatting the cold air. “Anyone ever tell you not to sneak up on people?”

He just grins and settles in the space beside you, eyes sweeping over the town you grew up in. “My job kind of requires that I do.”

You slip your arms through the sleeves of his coat, ignoring the fact that it’s not exactly your size. It’s warm anyway. “Thank you.” You lean forward, tightening the coat to fit you snuggly. “What kind of job requires you to have ninja like stealth?”

He chuckles, meeting your gaze. “I’m an officer at Bludhaven PD, trying to become detective.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “Bludhaven? Really?”

He hums, elbow resting on the railing and cupping his cheek.

“Isn’t that dangerous?” Gotham has its norierty, but so does Bludhaven. It was basically untapped, scandals and crimes hidden behind a veil created by corrupt officials, until a couple of years ago when it all came to light with Nightwing’s arrival.

“Yeah,” he drawls, mulling it over, “but what isn’t? Anything can be dangerous if you think about it.” He leans closer to you. “Where do you work?”

“Happy Harbour Times, Opinions.”

“Then you must have to deal with a lot of angry readers when you write about something they don’t agree with, right? Threats and angry phone calls and letters. Those can be dangerous, too, right?” he asks cheekily.

You laugh, ducking your head. “I guess you’re right.” There’s still no comparing writing articles to police work, no matter how light of a situation Dick is trying to make it. “Why police work, though? It’s not many people’s first choice. Especially in Bludhaven.”

He shrugs. “Always been interested, I guess.” He leans back, hands holding onto the railing and causing his blue cable knit sweater to wrap tightly around his arm muscles. “My guardian…” Now, that’s an interesting choice of words. “He was—is a fan of mysteries.” His voice is far off, stuck in his jar of memories. “When he took me in, we’d used to solve cases together, most of them taking place in Gotham, where I was raised.” He chuckles. “And I guess from there I just… I just decided I wanted to be a cop.”

“I see... And you decided not to become a cop in Gotham?”

“Gotham has good people looking out for her already.”

“She could always use more.” He cracks a smile, blue eyes twinkling with the city lights as they find yours, and you return it shyly. “But I get it. Bludhaven has become yours, in a way. Separate from your… guardian.”

“In a way,” he repeats, and you have to look away from or else your heart will stop. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

He nudged your shoulder with his. “Happy Harbour Times?”

“Ah.” Your breath comes out in a puff, the night air still growing colder by the hour, but you don’t mind it. Dick doesn’t seem to mind either. “Well, when I was a kid, my third grade teacher told my parents I was a really good writer. So, they got me into workshops and short story competitions,” you recall, remembering the constant competitions your parents would sign you up for without your knowledge sometimes. They did it with good intentions, hoping to help hone your skill, but it was too much sometimes. “Truth is, I hated it. Never really liked… fiction, I guess? Don’t get me wrong, give me a good fiction novel and I will read it for days, but… it… it just wasn’t me,” you confess locking your fingers in place. 

“I was about ready to give up on writing when my tenth grade English teacher assigned us a topic to write about and I guess I fell in love with the research and being able to go out and interview people.”

“Yeah? And what was it that you wrote about?”

You bite your lip and find Dick staring at you, a curious glimmer in his eyes. “Don’t laugh?” He promises he won’t. “Robin.”

He chokes on his saliva, eyes growing in disbelief. “As in Batman’s Robin?”

You tuck strands of hair behind your ear, refusing to meet his gaze. “Yeah, um, the prompt was about vigilantes and I chose to write about him instead of the Flash, Batman, Wonder Woman and whoever else everyone wrote about.”

“Why?”

You shrug, trying your best to mask your embarrassment with a blase attitude. “Fighting crime with Batman? That was pretty cool, you know? He was living every kid’s dream.”

“Was he?” he asks, voice soft.

“He was!” you confess, smile blooming on your face as a memory of you and your friends playing as the superhero sidekicks comes to mind. It’s some of your best memories from elementary school. “But I didn’t want to just write about the good. He was a kid seeing some fucked up shit, after all.” You pause to look at him, only to find he’s not looking at you, but at the city lights. There’s something… wistful and forlorn in those blue eyes of his, and you wonder if he’s thinking back on his time in Gotham, seeing Boy Wonder up close and personal. “Being Robin must’ve taken its toll on him, both mentally and physically. 

“And I wanted to write about that. Even had my parents drive up to Gotham for the weekend so I could do some snooping, maybe even find Boy Wonder myself.”

Finally he reacts, lips twitching as he turns to look at you. “And how’d that go?”

“I learned that the citizens of Gotham really hate being asked questions.” He chuckles and you smile. “But those who did answer... you can tell they were grateful for him and worried about him. The kid really touched people’s hearts, whether they agreed with his nightly activities with Batman or not.” You tilt your head, watching his eyes light up with your words. “It’s just a shame I didn’t get to interview Robin himself.” You grab hold of the railing and lean forward. “But I’d doubt he’d have given me the time of day if I had gotten the chance to ask him. Probably too busy saving babies and punching villains with Batman.”

“I’m sure he would have made time for you.” Your fingers slip from the metal to turn to look at him, unsure of his sincerity. “How could he not?” His cheeks have become flushed with the cold, nose bright and blue eyes stark against his skin.

You smile, but you’re sure it looks more like an awkward grimace. “You’re just saying that.” 

“I’m not.” He frowns, sincere eyes knocking your breath away. “I know if he knew someone as sincere as you wanted to ask him some questions for their article, he would have dropped whatever he was doing to help you.”

You don’t know why you stand there, waiting for him to laugh in your face and say his punchline. You don’t know why he just stands there and stares back at you, quiet and shining with sincerity that he’s trying to penetrate into your being. It’s weird and totally unnecessary, but maybe a part of you is desperate to know if he’s really being sincere and a part of him is desperate for you to know he is.

“Hey!” Megan’s voice break through the trance you’re both in. Her head barely poking out into the cold and green eyes narrowing. “Get in here before you both catch something!”

Dick chuckles, attention moving from her to you. “Should we head in?”

You nod mutely, smiling tight lipped.

As you follow Megan inside, the only thing on your mind is that you might have already caught something.

Bludhaven

December 15, 2020

“You’re really not coming home for the Holidays this year?”

Megan is pouting on your computer screen, but you hardly pay her any attention. You have an article on Bludhaven’s growing homelessness due in the morning and you still have some revisions to do. Your little mishap earlier today took time that you were reserving for this article and now you’re running behind.

“‘Fraid not,” you tell her, your voice accompanied by the clicking of your keyboard. “I’ve been overloaded with a ridiculous amount of work this month and I need to get it done before the end of the year.”

From the corner of your eye, you can see her scavenging through boxes of decorations. “Won’t your mom be disappointed you won’t be coming home?”

“Nope,” you pop the “p” as you rewrite a fragment. “She’s coming down to see me instead.”

She stops, head lifting like a prairie dog on alert. “So it’s just going to be you two this year?”

“Maybe. Dick said he might stop by, but he’s not sure.”

“Ooh,” her teasing rings through your quiet bedroom and you roll your eyes.

“It’s not like that, Megan.” You wished it were like that, but it’s not, and maybe it’s for the best. Dick became one of your good friends since the party last year and one of your best friends after you volunteered for a transfer to Bludhaven’s Times earlier this year. You don’t want to mess with what you have, not right now when your life feels perfectly balanced.

“Don't let the person who didn't love you keep you from the person who will,” she says, sounding serious as hell and making you snort and pause in your typing. “Hey! Don’t laugh at my words of wisdom!”

“This has nothing to do with them, Megan. When I said I was finally over them, I meant it.” The moment you were able to look at an old tagged picture of you and them on their friends’ Instagram and you felt nothing, no numbness, no anger nor sadness, just a strange vagueness as if they were a stranger, you knew you were over them. “Dick and I… we like where we are.”

“Boo.”

Conner appear on screen and shakes his head as he wraps his arm around her shoulder. “Don’t listen to her. I respect your decision.”

She rolls her eyes, playfully pushing his head out of the screen. “I respect your decision too, doesn’t mean I agree with it.”

“Heckling does not equate respect, babe.”

You laugh at their antics, their displays of affections no longer bothering you. Now, when you see them you just feel happy, happy for them and for you. Bitterness long gone from your bones, and there’s one person you can thank for that.

Your phone on your desk dings.

Dick 🥳🤩: Chinese food 2nite?

You: only if you promise to get extra egg rolls 

Dick 🥳🤩: Got’chu, omw.

“You’re smiling! Why are you smiling? It’s Dick, isn’t it? It’s totally Dick.”

You roll your eyes, trying to keep your face neutral but knowing you’re doing horribly at it. “I have to go, I’ll talk to you later.”

“Wait, is he coming over?” She gushes, and Conner is back on screen, trying to wrestle the phone out of her grip.

You laugh when you hear a curse from Conner. “I have an article to finish, Megan.”

“You can’t just leave me hanging like this—“

All right, you’ve had enough. “Bye, Megan!”

Megan🧡: 😨 You hung up on me?

Megan🧡: 😡😡

Megan🧡: Expecting deets tomorrow ❤️

You: goodnight, megan!

It doesn’t take long for Dick to arrive and for you to shove your article aside—you’re almost done with it anyway, nothing wrong with a little break.

The door jingles and as you begin to clear your coffee table—where you and Dick usually eat dinner—of your paperwork, it opens to reveal Dick still wearing his uniform. You smile up at him briefly, gathering everything and taking it over to your round, small dining table that could probably fit four people if you really tried to squeeze them in. “Hey! Let me just grab some plates and we can—“

Before you can finish your sentence, or head into the kitchen, a hand wraps around your wrist, worried crystallized blue eyes staring into you. “Why didn’t you tell me you were almost mugged?”

Ah, hell. 

The crack in his voice makes your heart drop to your stomach and your eyes fall down to his ugly black shoes that you make fun of every chance you get just to hear his laugh. “I’m sorry,” you mumble. “I didn’t want to worry you.”

Which isn’t a lie. Since you moved to Bludhaven, Dick has been checking up on you more often and even picking you up from work if he has the chance—“Bludhaven isn’t like Happy Harbor. It’s… tougher and harder,” he had said after offering to teach you some self defense moves. You had laughed and said you could handle yourself, but accepted it anyway if it meant spending more time with him.

Today was just bad luck, he was on the other side of the city and you had chosen to take the bus to work that day and hadn’t been paying attention. Next thing you know, you’re being threatened to give your purse up.

His warm fingers leave your wrist and instead they find your chin. Gingerly, he lifts your head to force you to meet his gaze. “When Rohrbach called me on my way here to check up on you because she was worried, I swear my heart almost stopped.” His eyes shine with worry and there’s a twisting in your gut. “What if Louie hadn’t been nearby, huh?”

“I’m okay, Dick,” you reassure him, wanting nothing more than to lean against him, maybe have his lips press a kiss on your forehead. “I handled him pretty well. Used those self defense moves you taught me.” It was why you were able to shake him off and run to the nearest officer for help. Dick inadvertently saved you.

He finally smiles. “Yeah, Rohrbach said you left him pretty bruised up.” His hand under your chin moves to smooth out your hair before cupping the back of your head and pressing you against him. “I need you to be more careful, sweetheart. Need you to be safe.”

Your heart bursts in your chest at the pet-name and you wrap your arms around his waist, fisting the jacket of his uniform tightly. His cologne makes you dizzy—ginger and spices for the holiday. “Only if you promise to stay safe, too.”

“I’ll do my best.” His soft lips land on your forehead briefly before he’s pulling away and you restrain yourself from chasing after him. “Let’s eat? You must be starving.”

“A little,” you admit, and let him pull you toward the couch. “Eating out of the cartons today?”

He flashes you a grin. “Why not?”

As you both settle next to each other on the floor, back being supported by your old couch and you turn on your television as he pulls out the food he bought, you can’t help but think that even if your relationship stay like this with Dick, you wouldn’t mind it.

Bludhaven

December 31, 2020

You check your watch for the umptenth time.

He’s late.

Everyone around you is celebrating, filling the bar with laughter and talk, most of it incoherent over the loud music and the inebriated state most of them are in. You’re only a few hours away from the New Year and people are already drunk out of their minds—this doesn’t spell trouble for the night whatsoever.

Dick 🥳🤩 (7)

7 outgoing calls, all unanswered and completely unlike him. Sure, sometimes he doesn’t answer your calls when he’s busy, that’s a given, but he always sends you a message if he’s going to be late or apologizes for not being able to answer your call. This just not like Dick. 

You try calling one more time, covering one ear with your palm  to hear the ringing, but just like before, you get sent to voicemail. Worry begins to over take your annoyance. You grab your bag and quickly make your way out of the crowded bar, not caring about the warm bodies complaining.

Driving to his place takes you about thirty minutes with traffic, and you occasionally find yourself cursing at other drivers and yourself. It’s a miracle you don’t get into an accident or pulled over. With his garage key that he gave you, you open the gate and make your way to the space that has become yours over the last couple of months with how much you visit him. 

Locking your car with a simple click of the key fob, you power walk to the elevator. One last time, you try calling him, hoping he’ll answer and apologize for being late, but once again it sends you to voicemail just as the elevator doors open on his floor. 

“Please be okay,” you whisper to yourself.

Taking out your copy of the key, you slowly insert it and tentatively call out to him as you open the door.

No answer.

You strain your hearing as you swear you hear some shuffling and thumping, but that noise could just be coming from down the hall. He does have some noisy neighbors. 

You enter the apartment and close the door behind you. “Dick?”

There’s a crash and you jump, your heart in your throat, but the familiar string of curses eases your fear. You follow the noise and come face to face with a wide eyed Dick shirtless covered in nasty forming bruises in the middle of his bathroom.

A whimper escapes your lips and you rush forward, cupping his face in your hand. “What the hell happened to you? I thought you managed to get the night off?” You turn his head this way and that, and then push him back by grabbing his shoulder to look at his torso and back. Only letting go when he winces at a particularly hard tug. “Oh shit! I’m sorry!”

He grabs your wrists not allowing you to give him space. “You’re not blushing,” he says cheekily, his eyes twinkling even with the slowly forming bruise.

Your eyebrows furrow. “Why would I be—“ Your eyes drag down to his naked torso peppered with old wounds and spanking brand new bruises and you immediately feel a wave of heat spreading through your body. “Oh.”

He laughs softly, chuckling almost, low and a sweet timbre. 

But when your eyes fall lower, you’re doused in cold water, black, almost skin tight material—unitard?—and a black holster wrapped around his right leg greeting you. This isn’t his police uniform! What is he wearing? And why does it look like kevlar? “Why are you—“

You’re not allowed a moment to ask because Dick pulls you towards him with a tug of your wrists and you fall against his chest, barely bracing yourself as he wraps his arms around your waist, large hands flat against your back.

“Dick?”

“I’m okay,” he murmurs airily into your hair and you don’t know what to do, you’re pretty sure he can feel and hear your pacing heart. 

You repeat his name, trying to pull away from him to look into his eyes. He doesn’t let you. 

He inhales. “Just give me a moment and I’ll answer any questions you might have.”

You sigh, warm air brushing against his bare skin, and the hands that braced yourself on the kitchen sink wrap around his torso loosely. “What happened?”

Circles are traced on your shirt, one hand climbing higher to cradle the back of your head. “Remember the guy who tried to rob you?” You nod and hum, remembering that crooked nosed, pale skin idiot who thought you’d be an easy target. “He escaped during transfer today with the help of some of his friends, and I went after them. Off record.”

You pull away from him and look up at him with wide eyes and slack jaw to find his serious gaze on you, lips pulled down into a thin line. “What do you mean off record?” Your throat closes and the back of your nose stings—he went after them ‘cause that man tried hurting you? “Dick, what if something happened—”

His eyes bore into you and his thumb find purchase on your face, tracing the curve of your cheekbone. “It's just a couple of scratches and bruises. I’m okay. I promise.”

You blink back your tears and lean into his touch. “You still shouldn’t have gone by yourself!”

“I didn’t,” he says softly. “I went with a friend.”

Your nose scrunches, your eyes still watery. “Rohrbach?”

He shakes his head. “No. Better, Robin.”

“Robin?” You try to remember if he’s ever mentioned anyone named Robin at the precinct, but you’re pretty sure he hasn’t—“Wait. Robin? As in Batman’s Robin?” His gaze doesn’t change, it remains serious and your heart leaps in your chest. “You really know Robin?”

He finally cracks a smile and you’re half expecting him to say he’s joking (you don’t know which is worse, him joking about knowing Robin when he’s aware how much admiration teen you had for him or finding out that he really went after that thug and his friends on his own!), but instead he answers with a simple, “Yeah.”

“Dick, if you’re—“

He chuckles, his thumb that had been tracing your cheekbone dragging down to your bottom lip, slowly tracing the swell. You would have melted if there weren’t more pressing matters at hand. “I’m not playing with you, sweetheart.”

Your eyes fall to his torso and down to his pants and the hanging arms of his unitard and they snap back up, alarmed. “Are you—does this mean you’re also a—“ you can’t even form a proper sentence, the rushing of your blood flowing through your head and ears drown out your thoughts and voice.

His hands drop from your frame and you take a step back as he adjusts the unitard, slipping into it only to have you gasping at the familiar symbol on his chest—Nightwing.

Without waiting for his permission, your fingers trace the symbol, the material under your fingers soft and somehow firm. A deep ache blooms in your chest, your nose wrinkling and Dick reacts quickly, cupping your face with his now covered hands, and you’d laugh any other time at the fact that his suit is falling forward and down his arms, but you’re too busy trying to keep yourself from crying.

It all makes sense now! His double shifts and all the injuries—gods. How could you have been so blind?

He rubs the corner of your eyes and coos gently, worry swimming in his eyes and honestly, that’s not fair! You’re the only one allowed to be worried right now! “Hey, hey, why are you crying, huh? What’s wrong?”

Your head falls forward and Dick leans down to press his forehead against yours. “This isn’t going to make me worry less about you, Dick.” Your fingers wrap around his thick forearms. “You promised you were going to try staying safe and this,” you pause to sigh, refusing to meet his eyes, ”this isn’t going to keep you safe.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers into the space between you. “I’m sorry I’m going to make you worry. I’m sorry I’m making you cry. And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before.”

“That doesn’t matter,” you say with a sniffle, because it doesn’t. You don’t care that he didn’t tell you he was Nightwing or that he allowed you to gush about Robin when he’s always known who that is. What matters is that now you know Dick is out every night as Nightwing risking his life and you’re not happy about that. That’s what matters.

“But I won’t break my promise.” You squeeze his arm. “I promised you I would try, and ever since that night, I’ve done my best to keep to that, and I always will.” His nose bumps against yours, trying to get you to look at you and you do, suddenly aware of the lack of space between you. “I have someone to come home to now.”

Your eyebrows furrow, and your heart pounds against your rib cage. You’re no longer okay being just friends with Dick, not when he says things like that and when he’s looking at you like this either—like you’re the only thing that matters and all he wants is to keep you trapped in his arms (you wouldn’t fight him if he tried).

Before you can voice anything, coherent or incoherent, your mouth is sealed shut by a paid of chapped lips. It’s a small peck, but it’s enough to send a tumble of acrobats into a frenzy. And all you want is to feel his lips against yours again, and so you meet him halfway after a shallow collection of breath.

Lips move in tandem, heads tilting this way and that and it’s all very much like the passionate romcom movie kisses you’ve seen over the years, the kind you’d dream about every time Dick would kiss different parts of your face and never your lips. It’s all fire and sweetness, like fireworks on a hot summers’ day and watermelon juice dripping down your chin.

A loud boom echoes in the quiet night and you jerk away from Dick, eyes snapping to his bedroom entrance, the windows covered with blinds allowing the bright flashes of light to filter in.

“Did we miss the countdown?” you find yourself asking dumbly, a little breathless and mind still reeling from his intense kiss.

He presses another one to your temple, chuckling. “Does it matter?”

“It’s the New Year!” 

“Could really care less,” he grumbles, voice coming from deep in his chest as his lips dragging from the corner of your eyes to your lips, pulling you away from the firework show outside. “Too busy trying to make out with my gorgeous girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend, huh?” you tease in between kisses.

“Mhmm, have been trying to make her mine for a couple of months now, but she’s pretty clueless. ‘S supposed to be one of the best reporters in all of the tri state area, too.”

“Should’ve said something, Dick. I’m not a mind reader.”

He chuckles, pulling away from your lips for just a moment. “There’s something else you should know.”

“What?” you ask, a little hazily.

“I was Robin.”

And before you can ask him to elaborate on that or you’re allowed to be embarrassed, he closes the distance between you once more and kisses you senseless.

To think you thought you’d regret going to Megan’s a little over a year ago; if only the you from then could see you now, happy and moved on.

[dccomicsimagines]

First Christmas - Bart Allen x Reader

Requested by Anon -  Can you write bart allen x reader about Bart having his first actual Christmas(I know out a season) and the reader who is really close to the Flash family does everything to make it perfect. Ps please add kissing under mistletoe

***

“Are you seriously making this even more difficult?” you asked, glaring at Wally and Barry.

“It’s hard, (Y/N). These instructions are Greek to me,” Barry teased. Wally frowned and grabbed the instructions. You sighed. Wally and Barry were supposed to have the artificial tree up before Bart got home from Jaime’s. 

You glanced at the clock on the wall. Iris walked in from the kitchen. “(Y/N), I’ll help them. You go help Joan, Artemis, and Mary with the cookies.” She put her hands on your shoulders and directed you toward the kitchen.

“Okay, okay.” You sighed. “I just want everything to be perfect for him.” You went into the kitchen. Joan smiled at the sight of you while Artemis added flour to the batter. Mary was preparing the turkey for the oven.

“(Y/N), can you flour the table so we can roll out the dough?” Joan asked. You nodded, getting some flour. 

“They still don’t have the tree up yet?” Artemis glanced back at you.

“No, apparently the instructions are in Greek.” You snorted. The three women laughed.

“Maybe we’ll have to send Jay and Rudy in there when they gets back with the last minute groceries?” Mary suggested. 

You smiled. “I just think it’s funny they volunteered to do it even though they don’t know what they are doing.” 

“That’s Wally for you.” Artemis rolled her eyes, but smiled. You could see how much she loved him in her eyes. 

Joan came up behind you and kissed your cheek. “Thank you for making this special for Bart.” 

“Well, he said he never had a Christmas before.” The blood ran to your face. “How could I not try to make this special?” Artemis came over with the finished dough and plopped it onto the floured table. You started to roll it out, hoping the tree would be up before Bart got home.

***

Jaime shook his head, glancing at his phone to check the time. You told him to keep Bart distracted until four. Jaime thought that would be difficult, but it really wasn’t. Bart was doing a good job of distracting himself.

“I don’t have anything for (Y/N)!” Bart threw his arms up in the air in a panic, dropping the bags he had been carrying.

“Woah, hermano.” Jaime caught the bags before they hit the ground. “You’ll break the vase you bought Joan, ese.” 

Bart started to vibrate. “But I can’t forget (Y/N). I’d be moded. They’ll hate me.” He almost started to zoom off, but Jaime grabbed his shoulder. 

“No superspeed in public,” Jaime hissed, looking around. Luckily, everyone was busy with their own shopping to notice. “We got time. What does (Y/N) like?” 

Bart rubbed his chin, deep in thought. “(Y/N) likes me.” 

“Yeah, but that’s not what I meant.” Jaime snorted. “What do they like? Did something of their’s break or wore out? Did you break something of their’s?” Bart’s eyes widened. His cheeks turned bright red. 

“A lot of things.” Bart looked at his feet in shame. “I don’t know why (Y/N) likes me.” His lips trembled.

Jaime’s eyes widened. “Hey, don’t do that. It’s fine.” He nudged Bart’s arm with his elbow. “What I meant was you could give (Y/N) a thing you broke. It would make it up to them.” Bart tapped his foot, crossing his arm as he thought. A solid minute passed. Jaime smirked. “Don’t give yourself a stroke, hermano.” 

Bart suddenly snapped his fingers. “I know. (Y/N) needs a phone case.” His eyes lit up. “(Y/N) got a new phone after I vibrated their old one into pieces, but they never got a new phone case.” He frowned. “They really liked their old one, but they don’t sell that one anymore.” 

Slowly nodding, Jaime glanced over at the tech store nearby. “Well, let’s go look. Maybe we’ll get lucky.” Bart zoomed off ahead. Jaime sighed, glancing at his phone again. Only two more hours to go.

***

“Okay, do we have everything?” You walked around the room, mentally checking things off. “Tree is up, decorations ready to be put on the tree, but we’ll wait until Bart gets here so he gets that experience.” Barry and Iris watched you, sharing amused looks. “Cookies are made.” 

“(Y/N), calm down. Everything looks fine,” Wally said, coming into the living room with a cookie in hand. Your eyes snapped to him with the darkest glare known to man. Wally choked, cookie untouched in his hand. 

Artemis came in and took it from him. “(Y/N) might kill you for that,” she whispered, winking at you when she saw the death glare on your face. She took the cookie back into the kitchen. Wally was frozen in place, probably having his life flash before his eyes. 

Jay and Rudy came in to set presents down in the corner. “All the presents are wrapped as well,” Jay said, trying to distract you from Wally. Rudy came over to clap a hand on Wally’s shoulder.

“Yes, that’s good too.” You finally looked away from Wally. Barry and Iris laughed to themselves. You took out your new phone. “And dinner is cooking, right?” 

“Dinner is cooking,” Joan called from the kitchen. She poked her head out. “We’re good, (Y/N). Now we need Bart to get here.” 

“I’ll text Jaime and tell him to make sure Bart comes here.” You opened your text conversation with Jaime, excited to see Bart’s face when he arrived. 

***

Jaime’s phone beeped. He looked at it, sighing in relief. “Bart, remember you’re supposed to go to Barry and Iris’ house,” Jaime said as Bart packed up his freshly wrapped presents. 

“Oh yeah.” Bart zoomed with the bag on his shoulder. Jaime flinched when he appeared next to him. “Thanks for the help, hermano. This was crash.” Bart grinned brightly before disappearing with a gust of wind. 

“You’re welcome.” Jaime was just about to roll his eyes when he noticed a wrapped present sitting on the floor. He picked it up and checked the tag. His stomach dropped when he noticed it was for him. “Bart, you sneaky little...” Jaime chuckled, shaking his head.

***

Bart burst into Barry and Iris’ home only to find everyone waiting for him. He skidded to a halt. “What?” He dropped his bag of presents. 

“Merry Christmas,” Jay said, stepping forward. “(Y/N) told us this was your first Christmas, so they had us all get together to make it special for you.” 

Bart stared at everyone before finding you behind the others with a shy smile on your face. His eyes widened. Suddenly, he zoomed over and scooped you up into his arms. 

“Merry Christmas.” You laughed as Bart spun you around.

Bart laughed. “I can’t believe you did this.” He set you down.

“Well, I couldn’t have your first Christmas be mediocre.” You kissed his cheek. The blood rushed to your face when you noticed the rest of the family smirking at you. You cleared your throat. “So let’s start decorating the tree?” You clapped your hands, walking off toward the tree. 

Wally came up beside Bart, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “(Y/N) is like a drill sergeant. They wouldn’t let me have a cookie until you got here.” 

Bart grinned. His chest tightening from how happy he was. “Yeah, I’ll believe that.” Almost as if he was transfixed, he made his way over to join you and the others in decorating the Christmas tree. 

***

“Okay, everybody. Here comes the lights,” Rudy said as he plugged in the tree. Bart was vibrating in excitement, reaching down to grab your hand. The tree lights glowed beautifully. 

Everyone gasped at the sight. You rested your head onto Bart’s shoulder. “What do you think?” you whispered into his ear.

“It’s beautiful.” Bart wiped one eye with his free hand. “I always imagined it would be like this.” 

You smiled in relief. “Well, we’ll have dinner on the table in a minute,” Joan said, heading to the kitchen with Mary. 

“I’ll set the table,” Barry offered, zooming around to quickly set the table. The rest went toward the dining room. You and Bart trailed behind them slowly. Bart’s eyes were still on the tree.

You stopped in the doorway just out of the sight of the others. Bart looked confused, looking at you. “What?” You smiled at him before glancing up. Bart followed your gaze. “Oh.” He blushed. “Crash.” 

The mistletoe hung above you. You looked back at Bart. Slowly, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his. Bart kissed you back, a smile pulling at his lips. 

You pulled away. “Merry Christmas, Bart.” 

“Merry Christmas, (Y/N).” Bart grinned. He licked his lips. “Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome.” You stole another kiss before pulling him into the dining room to join the rest of the family.

[violetwolfraven]

40 & Bluepulse please :) (wasn't sure whether to comment or ask so did both XD)

When in doubt, ask. I don’t really respond when people ask me for fics through comments, pretty much ever. That said enjoy!

Also I couldn’t figure out how to incorporate this into a conversation for the life of me so I hope that’s not too disappointing.

“I thank the oceans for giving me you. You saved me once and now I’ll save you, too. I won’t hesitate for you.”

...

Karaoke night with the Team was always... interesting, to say the least.

Most nights, it ended up being just a few of the girls singing, and Dick if he decided to come, and if Dick was there he always made Tim do something and then Tim dared Gar and so on until everyone had set aside their pride for at least one song.

Jaime had somehow managed to avoid ever doing a solo, sticking to group numbers. As a result, nobody really knew how his singing voice sounded, and Jaime was perfectly fine with that. It was always awkward if someone heard him singing.

And it wasn’t because he was bad at it, but because... well, if one more person asked him why he had never joined a choir, Jaime was going to eat his math textbook.

Well, maybe not the math textbook, cause he needed that, but nobody ever used the science one, so why did the school even need them?

Unfortunately, the fact that Jaime didn’t want to do a solo was not a factor in Bart begging him to.

“No,” Jaime said for the millionth time, “I’m not doing a solo.”

“Why?” Bart whined, “I’ve heard everyone in this room sing except you! You never do solos!”

Jaime’s stupid crush on his friend would not make him any more inclined to give in.

“Because I don’t want to.”

“Is it because you’re not a super good singer? Cause if so, Artemis isn’t, either, so I really don’t get why you’re being such a perfectionist and...”

Bart’s words sped up until Jaime couldn’t even understand a little bit of it.

“Bart,” Jaime said patiently, putting a hand on his friend’s shoulder to stop him, “My BFF, mi hermano, the platonic love of my life, I can’t understand you when you talk like that, and I’m not singing a solo.”

“If you really loved me, you’d do it.”

Jaime laughed at the speedster’s grumbling, hiding his blush, “Nice try, buddy. Not doing it.”

Bart looked over at who was DJing and his eyes widened suddenly, “On second thought, maybe that’s a good thing.”

“Wait, what?”

“I know for a fact that you don’t have a song picked out, and you do not want to sing if Gar gets to pick the song. He will definitely pick the thing that will embarrass me the most.”

“Why would me singing something of Gar’s choice be embarrassing to you?”

“Cause Gar knows stuff,” Bart mumbled, not meeting Jaime’s eyes, “And he would definitely use it against me.”

Jaime was skeptical, “What does Garfield Logan know about you that I don’t?”

Maybe that was an odd question, but Jaime had once caught Bart sneaking through the Watchtower’s defense system, which was designed by Batman to kill any intruders, trying to steal Kaldur’s ice cream from the freezer without him knowing, even when Aqualad probably would have given him some if he asked. Besides some things about the future that Bart still couldn’t talk about, Jaime was under the impression that they had no secrets, except for Jaime’s massive, one-sided crush.

The lure of something that Gar knew about his best friend/crush which Jaime didn’t was a little too tempting.

“Wait, what are you doing? Wait, Jaime, I’m serious, you don’t want to—“

Jaime blocked Bart out as he headed up to Beast Boy at the front of the room.

“You’re singing a solo?!”

Well, that was weird. Gar kind of looked like Christmas had come early.

“What song? Can I pick? Can I please pick?”

“You can if you tell me what you’ve got on Bart that made him so scared about me coming up here.”

Gar laughed, exchanging a look with who Jaime could only assume was Bart over his shoulder.

“Oh, you’ve got a deal, Blue,” Gar laughed, “You know...this one?”

Jaime looked at the song he’d picked out. It wasn’t one he knew all the words for, but he did vaguely know the chorus and most of the tune.

“Yeah.”

“Great. Get on up there.”

Jaime tried to ignore his nerves as he stepped up on the stage and listened to the intro playing. The rest of the Team was halfheartedly watching, clearly not expecting too much as they continued their previous chats.

Well, everyone was going to know Jaime could sing, now.

“Kiss the tears right off your face. Won’t get scared, that’s the old, old, old me. I’ll be there, time and place. Lay it on me all you’re hold, hold, holding.

Time... time only heals if we work through it now. And I... promise we’ll figure this out.”

As Jaime kept singing, he was very conscious of everyone watching. He heard a few people make comments about how they hadn’t expected him to sing that well, which made sense because this was the only time Jaime had been caught dead singing by himself in public since middle school.

And Bart... Bart was staring at him with an insanely intense expression, and Jaime couldn’t for the life of him figure out what it meant, but he stared his friend down, managing a smile as he sang the chorus.

“I thank the oceans for giving me you. You saved me once and now I’ll save you, too. I won’t hesitate for you.”

When the song was over and the assembled friends started applauding, Jaime got off the stage as quick as he could, meeting a very shocked Bart next to the DJ stand.

“I...” Bart laughed awkwardly, “I didn’t know you could sing.”

“Yeah, there is a very good reason for that. I haven’t done a solo in front of people in years.”

“You’ve earned your information, Jaime!” Gar exclaimed, making both of them jump, “The thing I’ve got on Bart is—“

“Don’t!” Bart yelped.

“He has a crush on you! And quit panicking, Kid. He obviously likes you back.”

Well... that was unexpected.

[youngjusticeslut]

How do you imagine each member of the Outsiders spending Christmas? (Beast Boy, Blue Beetle, Wonder Girl, Kid Flash, Static, El Dorado and Cyborg). I can imagine Victor and his father celebrating Christmas with M'gann and Conner, but what about everyone else?

During Outsiders?

I imagine that Victor likely spent it with M’gann and Conner, along with Forager. Conner and M’gann hosted all the strays who didn’t/couldn’t host, in addition to their Jewish friends who wanted to come along and celebrate too. There was presents and food for all, very homey and cute. 

Tim sent Cassie a million texts, but she spent Christmas with her mom, very happy and oblivious. 

Jaime spent it at home, with Traci over for part of it. Bart also swung over to say hi before splitting his time with Ed and his own family. He likes to drop in for a hot sec with a lot of people for Christmas. Holidays are important to him. 

Violet, Brion and Tara were with the Harper-Crock family, enjoying a pretty traditional Christmas and watching Lian tear open all her presents with gusto. 

Virgil had a nice, quiet, drama-free Christmas at home, with his family, just the way he liked it. 

[bookdragonlibrary]

Third Tuesday YJ appreciation

1-3 ; 4-6 ; 7-9 ; 10-13 ; 14-16 ; 17 ; 18 ; 19 ; 20 ; 21 ; 22 ; 23 ; 24-26

—————————— Early Warning

- Star Girl is back.

- We didn’t see their mission in Chicago :(

- “The Outsiders are bigger than the Big League.” Seriously? So Gar has reach his goal to inspire people.

- We’re 21 December. Will we have a Christmas episode? 

- Santiago de Cuba. Is this the whole city name or it’s just to specify is the Santiago located in Cuba, because you know USA have a lot of countries which names already existed in other countries, so it’s confusing...

- Mother of Goat xD

- 04.31 is indeed too early to go to school...

- “You mean I’m Gabrielle’s corpse brought back to life by the energy of a dead motherbox.” Violet, you need to chill. It’s really sad you see yourself this way :( 

-  What do you mean she’s dying? She has better superhealing than a speedster!

- I like that the first thing she does is healing herself. 

- Months left? Well, all her previous dead must have been painful... But I’m sure Jace had misinterpreted what she saw. Maybe Violet has a high metabolism like a speedster with a fast regeneration of her cells so maybe they would discover this later by her aging slowly. 

- Her mentor? Who could that be? Was they the person she called in the 15th episode?

- Wait to tell them? How is this supposed to be a good idea? One secret is enough of a burden.

- A funeral? Who’s funeral? :’( 

- They are up against who to make Zatanna worry? Maybe she would bring Traci with her *finger crossed*

- What is this big pink cloud? It’s up to no good...

- Klarion? Of course Zatanna would be worried! The Team never succeeded to win against him! It was always Dr Fate.

- So he was the one who chose Project Rutabaga name? It’s difficult to understand which only one side of the conversation, more difficult than with Jaime and Scarab actually.

- “Stop to ruin my fun, Teekl.” He’s indeed the Witch Boy with that pouting xD How old is he to still be considerated as a child?

- I didn’t know human can have a reddish brown skin. Where is she from? 

- It’s me or he’s dumb not remember what he’s supposed to do?

- No need to explain it to us, I’m pretty sure we all understood as we are now in an adult plateforme...

- So the teen could speak? I thought she was mute. Because of trauma maybe?

- Change of eye and hair color plus... gills? She can’t breathe? Can’t she be like Kaldur and has a double breathing system? :( 

- So that’s where the mark in the forehead comes from... So he already sent teen in to Granny before. How could he forget if it’s not the first time he does it?

- So now she’s a red gaz and... does it where the big cloud comes from? 

- That monster looks like the one in FMA. So the Light is trying to create a mix of metateen with different powers combined for one super powers soldier? We already saw of terrified it could be with Amazo in season 1...

- So the minidrones come indeed from Blue right? 

- RIP  minidrone :(

- “We saw so pretty weird days.” Does he speak about the Reach? :( 

- The way Gar said funeral shows he’s so used to it...

- Joan is dead?! So quickly? From what? Aging?

- Virgil is so cool with blue eyes!

- “Outsiders away!” “Dude, that catchphrase, need work.” You mean “Outisiders go!” right? it was an easter egg right?

- Klarion seriously didn’t recognise them? Or never be against them? 

- “Flesh Monster” I know you are sadistic demon, but it was really disrespectful :( 

- Gar is so clever to attack Teekl! Mouse to elephant, the two opposites! 

- Klarion, we really don’t need your explanations, everyone had seen season 1... (why are you watching season 3?)

- No don’t use a bazooka on those kids! :( Yeah Geo-force! o/

- “No, not in the house.” New Team catchphrase?

- Did he just killed Beast Boy? Desintegrated him? It’s not possible! :’( Not another funeral! 

- Yes he’s alive! Stop with the fake deaths! 

- No Cassie! :( Did anyone how the monster become huge with Wonder Girl addition? She’s really strong!

- Virgil horrified to see his BF like that :( 

- Yeah! They are free! Except for the girl who still can’t breathe. 

- We need to bring Zatanna to Granny’s place so she could free the other teens. 

- Klarion is still busy with a hornet? Seriously?

- They are in Tower of Fate? So the balance between order and chaos are unbalanced in the place of power of one of them?

- “Still in the Tower? *meow* Dang it!” It shouldn’t be that funny! xD

- Virgil, you’re hanging out with Ed and Jaime, your Spanish should be better than this... 

- Yep, the girl still can’t breathe! :( Gar save her! :D She said “Thank you!” :3

- “Where is Violet?” Probably not well after learning she’s dying... 

- Tara’s struggle with English vocabulary (especially oral expressions) feels so real!

- We’re going to see Harper? :D 

- Is that guns and alchohol? Seriously? Is that beer or stronger alchohol? --’ Violet doesn’t seem at ease....

-  It’s cool Harper ask about the alchohol being allowed for Muslims. She’s the first one in the serie to ask VIolet about Islam. You can’t learn about it if you don’t ask to people :) But maybe Violet isn’t the best to ask as she probably doesn’t know much. Wait, does she know about alchohol by the way? 

- “I’m not a Muslim.” Is Violet rejecting everything about herself because she’s dying? Or is alchohol a way to cope with the big new? Or is she rejecting everything about Gabrielle’s identity because of the murder or Brion’s parents?

-  She doesn’t want to talk to Brion and doesn’t like the taste :/ 

- What? 

- “I have a boyfriend.” She clearly doesn’t need this to her emotions... And she sounds surprised? Is this a reminder or a news for Harper? It’s like 2 months she’s dating Brion so she should have told Harper right? 

- “So do I.” The bi cheating trope, really? I HC a lot of characters as bi or pan and it’s not the first rep I wished... And it could have been handled better. Like Harper not kissing her a second time after she said no (I have a boyfriend so I’m not available for kissing someone else, if it wasn’t clear for everyone...). Harper not having a boyfriend but a crush on Violet for a long time, for example? Because the kiss seem to mean nothing to Harper, just a funny thing to do... You know, because bi people can’t stay in a relationship and get bored... --’

- How Violet could be so good at firing? Thanks to her training with Artemis? Motherbox senses? 

- Wait, they are in Mount Justice beach, isn’t it private? How a cop could be there in the middle of nowhere or almost? Why didn’t she show up when Dick were firing with an ever bigger gun? It doesn’t make any sense! Or it’s just plot convenient...

- Violet’s hesitation really show how much she became self destructive because “I’m dying so why not? I have nothing to loose” kind of logic...

- Why they made the General so heartless? :( The cliche of the male soldier who is heartless and the female soldier who cannot do her mission properly because of love/mother instinct...

- I need to check YJ comics because I’m sure I can find some of them in it. *check* Ok I just found Serpenteen...

- Colonel Ramon Bracuda. So he’s indeed a Colonel xD

- Tara and Artemis! 

- The slap at the end was unnecessary, Slade. She was already down... è.é

- Artemis is so good as a mentor! She understood what Tara had been through!

- Tara is surprised and afraid Artemis discovered she was trained. Maybe Artemis will be the one who understands she’s a mole and try to reason her. (Like she tried with her sister...)

- I love how Artemis shows her she can relate to her trauma and reassure her she won’t do the same.

- Tara’s smile again!

- Police station. Right. 

- So Harper’s father is an alcoholic? That would explain why Harper want to forget about her life too... And where she found the bottle. Did she try to take the bottles away and wanted to try it instead?  

- A whole day waiting? That parental abusive!

- I’m not sure Violet truly understood what happened to be honest... It’s a lot in a day! She’s sure having a bad one :( 

- Guess it was an animated error last episode: Wendy still has her collar :( 

- Of course Kaldur will find a solution for the girl :) 

- Virgil, awkward... When he said “excuse” and then close his eyes because he realises it wasn’t the best word choice and Bart reassuring he understood he meant no harm :3 I love the Team dynamic :)

- With Ed, I’m never sure he’s looking at Bart or Wendy...

- “I want in.” In the hug? Of course he’s talking about the Outsiders xD Wait, what?! Doesn’t it seem out of character?

- Even Virgil  didn’t seem to know. 

- So Ed went to the funerals to support/confort Bart?

- So he talked to Bart and Jaime first? Ouch for Virgil... 

- So half of the Runaways in the Outsiders. When do we get to see Tye and Asami? They should have been there in episode 16! Are they ok? Are they kidnapped again? :( 

- “The kids here just don’t know you.” Yet! Come on, Ed, you could have invited all the Runaways, the first abducted metateens so the kids could relate to someone who go through the trauma. Virgil should be known in the Center! He is one of their own already! And that should have been Virgil’s character motivation to be part of the Outsiders and not the skin color... Black characters are more than just black they’re humans, you know? Where are the writers who wrote the other POC characters in the previous seasons? Anyway, the reason to do this for the kid would have been unnecessary if it was written properly with this character arc for Virgil because Ed was fine as a peer councelor to show to the kids there are other ways to use your powers than fighting bas guys, the living example for Paula’s point. 

- So great everyone supports Ed’s decision. 

- Yeah Virgil, his dad would totally freak out...

- Wendy is so small compared to the others! She seems to be 12. And Ed seems to have a big brother reaction who wants to be praised by the little sister ^^

- The comments said “The Outsiders are the best” in Spanish, no idea for the second one and “The Outsiders are unbeatable” in French :)

- “the Outsiders are bigger than the JL.” *Kaldur raises an eyebrow* priceless xD

- Klarion is still trapped in the Tower and it’s still so funny xD 

[missmartian369]

Halloween’s Cancelled? Pt. 2

The Team and the League’s missions to raid their assigned meta-human trafficking rings were successful. At the moment, both teams were at the meta-teen youth center in Taos to drop off the teenagers. After doing so, Miss Martian turned to her team and began to debrief them.

“Great job team! I’d say that this mission was a major success! Not only did we collect all of the teens from our raid, but the league did as well. You should all be proud of yourselves.” Miss Martian told them, smiling.

The team looked at each other with smiles. Bart turned back to Miss Martian. “So what happens to them now?” Bart asked.

“The teens are going to stay here for the time being. The counselors here will definitely give them the help that they need.” Miss Martian said. She turned to the clock on the wall to look at the time.

“Blue, what time does your school’s party end?” Miss Martian asked Blue Beetle.

“Huh? Oh, the party ends around 3:30am but we never leave because everyone just has too much fun. So technically the party lasts all night if you want to put it that way.” Blue said.

“You don’t say? Do they have a time when they close the entry doors?” Miss Martian asked.

“They tend to close off entry entirely around 12:30am. Why?” Blue Beetle asked.

“Well it’s 11:30pm now. If you guys hurry you might be able to make it.” Miss Martian told her team. All of their faces lit up.

“Really?!” Wondergirl exclaimed. “But don’t we have to help you with stuff here? And what about the things we have to report to the League?” She asked.

Miss Martian smiled. “Everything is getting taken care of right now. And I can handle the League reports. Go and have fun.” Miss Martian told them.

No need to tell them twice, the team ran off. Miss Martian watched them leave with a smile, then turned to walk down the hall, looking for Aquaman.

-

It was 12:10am in El Paso, and the Rio Grande High School Halloween Party was in full effect. Teens were scattered all over the warehouse either dancing with each other, conversing with each other, taking pictures at the photo booth, eating, and ultimately just having a grand old time. Even this late in the night teens were still entering the party. About five minutes later the DJ got on his microphone to make an announcement.

“Alright you crazy teens I hope you’re enjoying Rio Grande High’s annual Halloween Party! If you’re having fun make some noise!” The DJ announced.

A collective cheer rang throughout the party.

“Awesome! Now I don’t want to keep ya’ll from partying too long, I just need to update you kids on something important. The party entry doors will be closing in about fifteen minutes. I repeat, the party entry doors will be closing in fifteen minutes. So if you have some friends who haven’t arrived yet I suggest to give them a call or text because no one will be allowed in after 12:30am. And that is my Public Service Announcement.” The DJ announced to the crowd and the party continued.

Not too far from the entry doors stood three teens in their costumes.

“Hope they get here soon.” Asami said. She was dressed as Sally from The Nightmare before Christmas.

“I’m sure they will get here soon.” Ed said. He was dressed as Mario from Super Mario Bros.

Tye, dressed as Jack from The Nightmare before Christmas, sighed.

“They better get here soon. Jaime told me that they completed the mission and were on their way back to his house to change, but that was like 30 minutes ago and the doors are closing soon. I would hate from them to miss what, in my opinion, is probably the most epic Halloween party ever!” Tye said.

“Isn’t it Bart, Cassie, Virgil, and Traci’s first time, too? Oh man I definitely don’t want them to miss out on this.” Ed said.

“And Jaime has never missed this party once. It would suck if the doors closed before they get here. He’d be so disappointed.” Tye said.

A teenaged boy and girl walked over to the group. The boy was dressed as a T-Bird and the girl was dressed as a Pink Lady. They were Jaime’s friends Brenda and Paco.

“Hey do you guys have any updates?” Paco asked.

“Only that their mission is done and that they went back to Jaime’s house.” Tye informed them.

“Ugh something just had to come up tonight of all nights.” Brenda sighed. “They really need to get here soon. What time is it Paco? She asked her boyfriend.

Paco looked at his watch. “12:20am….only ten minutes left.” He said.

The group looked at each other worriedly.

-

Outside of the warehouse, a swarm of teens were heading towards the entrance. Of that swarm of teens were our five members of the team.

“Whew we made it! With only ten minutes to spare.” Traci said.

“Well technically nine since it just turned 12:21am.” Bart corrected her.

“Thank you Bart.” Traci said, rolling her eyes. The rest of the team laughed at the exchange.

The group entered the warehouse and gave the people at the check-in desk their tickets in exchange for wristbands. They then walked down the hall and entered the room that the party was in. Once inside, Virgil looked around in awe.

“Wow.” Virgil said. That was all that came out of his mouth.

“Yeah man it’s awesome isn’t it?” Jaime asked him. Virgil could only nod his head.

“You made it! You made it!” An excited voice said.

The team turned their heads to the direction they heard the voice from, just in time for Asami to hug both Traci and Cassie.

“Nice to see you, too Sam.” Traci said with a laugh. Cassie

“Dude way to cut it close.” Tye told Jaime as he walked over to the group with Ed, Brenda, and Paco behind him.

“You were making us nervous.” Ed said. He and Virgil fist-bumped.

“Hey I still made it didn’t I?” Jaime retorted as he and Tye did their friend hand-shake.

“Thank goodness you did.” Tye told him.

“I like the costumes you and Sam have on.” Jaime told Tye.

Tye shrugged, “After we watched the movie she really wanted us to dress up as Jack and Sally.” He said.

“Because we are simply meant to be! Just like Jack and Sally!” Sam said, walking over to them and giving Tye a hug.

“Nice.” Jaime said. Paco walked over to him.

“Bro I love your costume!” Paco told Jaime and high-fived him.

“Thanks bro. I like yours, too. You a great T-Bird and a Pink Lady suits you Brenda.” He told them.

“Thanks Jaime.” Brenda said, and turned to look at Traci. By then Asami released both her and Cassie from her hug. “Nice to see you again Trac.” She told Traci.

“You, too Brenda.” Traci said with a smile.

Jaime then introduced Cassie, Bart, and Virgil to Brenda and Paco and vice versa.

“Well now that we got the introductions out of the way,” Bart started, “Let’s get this party started!” He cheered. Everyone else followed suit.

-

The night was filled with laughter and fun. The group of friends partied the night away doing various group dances like the Wobble and Cha-Cha slide, ate the various options of food provided to them at the food table (though it took the combined effort of Jaime and Ed to keep Bart from eating everything on the table), took various pictures at the photo booth, and much more. And, just as Jaime said, everyone stayed well past 3:30am as they were just having too much fun. Even the school staff chaperoning the event were partying.

By the time the group made it back to Jaime’s house around 7:00am for some breakfast, they all had one thought:

“Best party…….EVER!”

FanFiction: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13268013/1/The-Team-and-Their-Shenanigans

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18737131/chapters/44444542

[paintingwithdarkness]

23 and Bluepulse for the Christmas prompt list, if that ok.

Sleigh Ride

Jaime felt his fiancé shiver against him and huddle closer to his side as they continued walking down the snow laden path. He had his arm wrapped around Bart’s waist, and there was a huge, thick winter jacket draped over both of their shoulders in an attempt to block the windchill and cold from the snow falling down around them. It had been Bart’s idea to go for a walk through the park nearest their apartment earlier in the evening, so that they could see the Christmas lights and decorations. Neither of them had anticipated getting caught in the snow.

Jaime was only wearing his usual jeans and hoodie combo in addition to the jacket they’d brought to share. Fortunately, the bugsuit was insulated and Khaji Da could control the temperature based on Jaime’s bodily needs, so he didn’t have to worry about being cold. The armor was easily concealed underneath his clothing, so he could still appear as a “normal” civilian.

Bart, on the other hand, was not as lucky. He’d thrown on a sweater, knowing it was going to be colder than usual outside, and his customary raglan would not cut it. Faded jeans and sneakers covered his legs and feet. Despite his heightened metabolism, and the fact that he could quite literally vibrate to keep warm, Bart was still feeling the effects of Jack Frost’s storm. He couldn’t vibrate at a fast enough frequency to get himself truly warm without drawing the attention of unsuspecting passersby, and he and Jaime had made promises to each other not to use their powers out of costume, anyway. The best he could manage was huddling closer to his fiancé’s warm side, and wrapping their coat tighter around his own frame, to block out the chill.

Jaime dropped a kiss into Bart’s snow blown auburn locks, and rubbed a hand up the younger man’s sweater-covered arm. “It’s getting late. Want to head back home? I can make hot chocolate.”

Bart leaned his head on Jaime’s shoulder, causing the taller of the two to shiver for himself when the icy flakes caught in Bart’s hair began melting against his otherwise warm neck. “The lights just went on, and we haven’t even seen the tree yet.” The speedster groped in the space between them, searching for Jaime’s hand so that he could link their cold fingers together.

“You’re shaking like a leaf, Amor.” Jaime used their newly linked hands to drag the smaller man in front of him. True to his word, Bart was trembling hard. Jaime would have gone in for a kiss, worried for the shade of blue his fiancé’s lips were beginning to take on, but had to restrain himself in fear of having his tongue bit off by Bart’s chattering teeth.

A smirk worked its way onto the speedster’s face. “Baby, it’s cold outside.”

Jaime rolled his eyes. Having dated Bart as long as he had, he should have expected his husband-to-be’s cheesy lyrical response.

“Uh huh, and Jack Frost is nipping at your nose,” he quipped back, settling for a quick peck to the named feature.

Bart let out a giggle.

“It’s too cold out here,” Jaime tried to convince his stubborn fiancé, “You’re starting to turn blue.”

Bart kept up the banter. “You’re Blue. I’m Bart.”

The older man shook his head. “Seriamente, Cariño. Neither of us are dressed right for this kind of weather. Khaji says we’re going to get frostbite if we’re out here for too much longer.” Jaime shrugged his half of the jacket off of his shoulders and wrapped the entire thing around his trembling beau.

Bart pouted, disappointed that they would not be able to stay out longer to admire the twinkling lights that had been strung up in the trees, and the plastic candy canes that had been planted along the footpaths. He was especially put out that they had not had the time to gawk at the fifty foot tree that had been erected in the middle of the park and decorated in the holiday spirit. Since coming to the past, and actually getting to celebrate holidays (no one had kept track of dates in the future, nor had the supplies to host a proper celebration), Bart had taken a special liking to Christmas. Every year, he enjoyed spending time with his family and boyfriend, and his boyfriend’s family, and completing the long list of holiday rituals. Going out around town to look at the decorations had always been one of his favorites.

Jaime wrapped his arm around Bart’s waist again and continued to guide him down the snowy trail. It was getting darker, which meant it was getting colder, which meant they needed to be getting home. Even with his temperature-controlled suit on underneath his civilian clothes, Jaime was feeling the sting of the frosty air on his face and hands, which were slowly starting to go numb. He could only imagine what his fiancé felt like. Despite the rush however, Jaime had to admit, he was enjoying looking at the lights almost as much as Bart. Christmas was his favorite holiday, too.

“Oh! Jaime!” Bart was pointing across the park at something Jaime couldn’t quite make out.

He squinted to see. Nestled between two trees was a huge sleigh, adorned by two horses. A man, dressed up in complete Santa paraphernalia was holding the reins and gently stroking the snout of the horse closest to him. A sign standing next to the sleigh was advertising rides for five dollars a passenger.

“Can we go? Please?” Bart looked up at Jaime with round, pleading, puppy dog eyes.

Immediately the older man caved. “Okay, but we have to go home after. The snow is really starting to come down.”

Bart let out a cheer and kissed Jaime’s cold cheek with his equally cold lips. Eagerly, he grabbed onto the older man’s wrist and dragged him across the park to meet the Santa doppelgänger.

“Evening, gentlemen!” The bearded man greeted upon seeing the couple approach.

“Good evening,” Jaime returned. He dug into his wallet and pulled out two fives, handing them to Santa. “Two of us for a sleigh ride, please.”

The man nodded. “Hop on in,” he encouraged.

Jaime took Bart’s hand and helped his shorter fiancé step up into the sleigh before following behind. As Jaime sat down, he admired the soft, red velvet cushioning on the bench and interior and the sleek oak floor his and Bart’s sneakers were now squeaking against. The auburn-haired speedster tucked against his side, lacing their fingers together and resting his head on Jaime’s shoulder. Jaime smiled as he gently laid his head on top of Bart’s.

The sleigh-driver climbed up onto a bench attached to the very front of the sleigh and gave a gentle slap to the horses’ flanks with the reins, causing them to lurch forward. Bart giggled in joy, and Jaime felt a smile curving his lips in response. He was glad his lover seemed to be enjoying himself.

It only took a minute for the horses to reach a steady trot, tugging the sleigh along behind them over the fresh snow. Despite the fact that the frozen flakes had only just started falling, there had been enough snow over the past few days that a thick enough layer had built up on the ground and the sleigh was able to glide smoothly. The Santa doppelgänger looked over his shoulder at Bart and Jaime and smiled.

“It warms my heart to see young people like you gentlemen so in love. It reminds me of when my wife and I used to be your age.”

When Jaime got a good look at the man, he noticed that the white beard clinging to his chin was in fact the real deal and not a fake as he had first thought.

“My Sarah’s passed on though, and I know she’s in a better place. These sleigh rides- we used to go on one every year around Christmas. I always loved watching her eyes light up with excitement because of all the Christmas lights and decorations. It was my favorite part about the holiday. Giving these rides to people like you makes me feel connected to her. I can almost imagine my Sarah sitting here right on this bench next to me...” the old man patted the seat beside him, a nostalgic look overtaking his face.

It was gone as soon as it appeared. “But surely you young lads don’t want to hear about this old Santa’s love life. Tell me your story. Newly weds? Boyfriends? How long have you two been together?”

Bart smiled proudly, squeezing Jaime’s hand. “Seven years!” He exclaimed. “Our wedding is set for February.”

‘February 28th to be exact,’ Jaime thought. ‘Ten years since Bart crashed into this timeline and changed my life forever.’

The old man smiled kindly. “Engaged! Congratulations!”

A blush bloomed on each of the young men’s faces.

“Thank you, Sir,” Jaime managed to get out.

Santa continued on. Jaime could tell he was genuinely invested in all that they had to tell him.

“Which one of you fellas was the lucky guy? Who proposed?”

Jaime felt Bart’s hand gently slip from his own so that he could show off his engagement ring. Jaime had had the gold band set with seven small rubies; one for each year they had been together. Along the inside of the band, Jaime had inscribed ‘You Set Me Free’. Bart was the one who had saved him from the Reach, and Jaime owed him his life. If that meant showing him the love he deserved and giving him everything he could possibly dream for, Jaime was ready to accept the role. He loved every fiber of Bart, and the speedster meant everything to him.

“Lucky indeed!” The old man whistled as he admired Bart’s ring. “February, huh? That’s coming up fast! I wish you both the best.”

Bart and Jaime both smiled. “Thank you.”

The ride continued on rather peacefully. Bart settled back against Jaime again, tucking their sides close together and holding his hand, quiet for once. When Jaime looked over at his fiancé, he couldn’t help feeling breathless, because Bart was breathtaking.

The snow was falling much more gently now than it had been before the ride, and crystalline flakes of ice were getting caught in and shining in Bart’s hair. His cheeks and nose were flushed from the cold, and he looked adorable drowning in the much too big winter jacket wrapped around him. But the most beautiful thing was his eyes. Bart’s jade eyes were luminous, glowing with the light of the many strands of Christmas bulbs strung up in the trees around them. Jaime could see warmth and joy and awe all reflected back at him, as Bart took in the Winter Wonderland around them. And then they turned on him.

All Jaime could see reflected in his eyes now was love.

“Merry Christmas, Babe,” Bart said to him, tenderly. The speedster leaned in towards Jaime’s lips, seeking a kiss.

“Feliz Navidad, Cariño,” Jaime replied before their lips collided. And in that moment, he knew there was no other place he’d rather be.

Merry Christmas @photographykomiko! Hope you enjoy your Drabble and have a happy rest of your year!

[creativityflowfics]

Tag Game!

I was tagged by the lovely @khaki-da and @fire-fira

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works you’ve created in 2017 (fics, art, edits, etc!) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world. Tag as many writers/artists/etc as you want (fan or original!) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works.

Brick by Brick - YJ multi chap (that’s still a WIP, but that’s okay), where TT!Robin and YJ!Robin switch places.

Side Effects - Part of my Peter Stark series, Peter discovering his spider powers, and (some of) the aftermath. 

Elf on the Shelf - SpideyNova, Sam starts leaving the elf around their shared apartment, leading to a Christmas proposal. 

It’s Bromantic - Tim is utterly convinced Jaime and Bart are dating, and Khaji Da is paranoid. 

Before - Bluepulse angst. 

I feel like I wrote a lot more this year than I did, but I think it’s because of how much I worked on B by B, and all the WIPs I have in my drafts folder...

Tagging @charlion-em @chucktayl0r @chimaerakitten

[bluboothalassophile]

blu, i was thinking if you have some idea of headcanons or fanfic about christmas for christmas for jayrae in young justice universe (and/or the all yj team)? or something alike.

Hello,

And OH I got a lot of Christmas Headcanons for JayRae, regardless of the universe!

They are super into Christmas; well, Raven is, Jason just goes along with it.

Raven loves this time of year on her empathy because it’s not as draining and people are trying to get along, and the cheer is here. So she goes all out for Christmas.

The tree(s) are scattered throughout HQ and her personal quarters, she will get Jason in on helping her stealthy set these all up before the YJ team can get involved. 

Jason has all of Alfred’s secret recipes for this time of year (ALL of them), and he commandeers the kitchen banning everyone from it to prevent these secrets from being leaked to the nosy YJ team.

Wally stick mistletoe everywhere; Artemis usually punches him when she catches him doing this.

Bart usually helps Wally with the mistletoe. And also gets punched by Artemis when she catches him doing this.

Constantine and Mazikeen help buy Raven all the gift needed for the YJ team; do not be fooled about this shopping and Raven’s hatred for shopping, this is the only time of year Raven braves stores that aren’t bookstores.

Constantine, Maze, and Raven also rub it in Lucifer’s face that everyone celebrate’s God’s favorite son’s birthday but not his; usually leading Lucifer to point out that Christ was born in the spring.

M’gann will try to sneak into Jason’s kitchen to cook cookies; usually ending with every fire alarm going off.

All presents are wrapped in lead wrapping paper to prevent Conner from seeing the gift, Tim’s idea because in past years everyone forgot about this.

Dick and Zatanna actually wrangle kids into going caroling; usually not getting Jason and Raven in on this as neither will go sing in the cold having been street kids in the cold.

Jason has two gifts for Raven; a joke gift which he presents in front of the YJ team, ranging from lingerie to fake magic kits; the real gift he gives to her in advance.

Raven has two gifts for Jason, the joke gift and a real git.

No, the YJ team doesn’t get this and thinks that Jason and Raven are harassing each other. 

Jason takes Raven ice skating, every year, and also takes her to hockey games.

Raven set up a Manorah for her human grandfather’s memory, and celebrates Hanukkah with her Aunt Alice, Mary-Beth, Billy, and Jessica; she also celebrates Christmas with her Uncle Jack.

If caught under a mistletoe, dating or not, Jason only kisses Raven. This human tradition baffled Raven for years until Lucifer explained it.

Kaldur is invited to Christmas, and he brings the most personalized gifts for his teams.

Roy, Lian, and Jade celebrate Christmas together, usually ending in a huge fight and heated sex after Lian’s asleep.

Constantine and Maze compete to see who can get the most lavished gifts for Raven; this tradition started when Raven was little and will continue until the day Constantine dies.

Jason will drag Raven out for dates and hot coco, also to go see the pretty lights in NYC or Gotham; whichever he feels will make her happier. Usually New York as Gotham as about a 50% chance of having the rogues attack.

The annual YJ Snowball War has casualties for any and all JL members who try to interfere. Yes, Jason and Raven usually come out on top, but a few years it’s been a close call between them, Dick & Wally, and Tim & Conner as to who the winner is. It usually ends with Raven dropping the biggest snowball ever on all the other teams. 

Jaime does not participate in the snowball war because he doesn’t want to blast someone accidentally, so he and Bart usually go on a date or a movie at this time.

There is a Christmas movie marathon held for a week of all the best Christmas movies; starting with Christmas Vacation.

Garfield has tried to seduce Raven to his side by taking her sledding, usually ending up in sledding races between himself and Raven, he has cheated by being a penguin for these.

Garfield has tried to mistletoe kiss Raven, usually ending in him having a black eye courtesy of Jason Todd; even before Jason and Raven were dating.

M’gann will proceed to attempt to kick Jason’s ass for hurting her ‘little brother’ usually leading into a massive fight on the YJ team and Raven punching Garfield for starting it.

Gingerbread house contest is held by M’gann and Zatanna, usually judged by Barbara and Artemis and eaten by Wally and Bart.

Jason does take Raven to see the Nutcracker every year, she loves it, he does too though he’ll die before admitting this.

Dick, Tim, and Conner go to the Star Wars movie premieres this time of year, usually dragging Jaime, Bart and Wally along with them for the fun of it.

Garfield and M’gann celebrate Christmas together, Garfield loves taking her to the zoos around the world to go see the lights; particularly the Phoenix Zoo.

Kaldur has a secret love of hockey and skating and will drag Garth along to go play a game or two and go skating.

Kaldur has taken Tula on a skating date, she didn’t like it all that much but they had fun.

The Arrow and Flash families celebrate Christmas together, because so many in-laws and everything it’s just easier.

Christmas Eve is a feast, usually provided by Jason and Alfred; it is enough to even fatten the speedsters up to not wanting to eat.

Christmas Day Raven wakes the entire YJ team; it will be loud, and demanding, and she will recruit Jason to help her in waking the team.

I have more but I’ll stop here as I’m about to run out the door to go get lunch.

[imagineyoungjustice]

Terra and Rae’s 25 Days of Cristmas Day 16

Could you do a Drabble for being able to control snow, and it being your first Christmas with the team so you make them a giant snow globe to hang out in? Sorry if it's too specific! – Anonymous

This was the snow globe Bart was holding. And this is the one that played music. My grandma actually owns this exact one lol -Terra

        You were currently browsing through the shelves of a small store with some of your fellow teammates. It was one of their ideas to go out and get some Christmas shopping done, and you and several others decided to tag along, preferring to get some of it done with a group of friends rather than by themselves. It was also your first Christmas with the team, and you still welcomed any chance you could to do something with them, in order to get to know them better. You had already finished your shopping a little while ago, as you only needed to get a few more gifts. Now you were looking through their Christmas section while you waited, glancing through all the different decorations they had on display.

        “Hey look at that!” Bart’s sudden appearance caused you to almost jump out of your skin. You still weren’t quite used to him suddenly appearing with his superspeed.

        “You need to be more careful!” You hissed at him, looking around to see if anyone had noticed his sudden appearance. You were glad that the clerk or anyone else in the store didn’t seem to have noticed.

        “Yeah sorry.” Bart said, but you could tell that he hadn’t really heard you as his attention was focused on the self in front of you two. You followed his gaze ad raised an eyebrow when you looked at the wide assortment of snow globes in front of you. He picked one up gingerly, eyes wide as he took in the little scene inside the glass. “What are these?”

        “Did you guys not have snow globes in your time?” He shook his head and you felt yourself frown a little. You had heard a little bit of what it was like during his time, but you didn’t know how bad it had actually been. You took a closer look at the one he held in his hand. It was actually one of the smallest ones that had been on the shelf, it had a simple dark wooden base and the scene inside was just a snowman next to a pine tree. “You’re supposed to shake them, like this.” You said, reaching out to grab another one off the shelf, shaking it gently and showing him how the fake snow inside swirled around in the water.

        “Crash.” He responded, giving the one in his hand a small shake, his eyes following the path of the ‘snow’ inside.

        “Some can even have moving parts and other’s can play music.” You kept going, grabbing another one off the shelf. This one was mostly white; a single crystal tree was in the middle outlined in gold and you flipped it over to wind the music box inside. Bart watched you with awe as you flipped it over and ‘Oh Christmas Tree’ began to play softly from it, the snow swirling around lazily inside. By now the others had joined the two of you in the aisle. Tim, Jaime, and Cassie watched the interaction with small smiles on their faces. Eventually, the five of you left the store, paying for the things you had gotten. Your interaction with Bart in the store had given you an idea however, and you were excited for the moment you all returned to the mountain.

        Just as soon as everyone had put away their bags, you dragged all of them outside, standing in a clearing that was just large enough for what you wanted to do. They looked at you with curious gazes, but you refused to give them any information for what you were going to do, you’d rather have it be a surprise. Taking a deep breath, you brought your hands up, palms open and facing the sky. You made yourself concentrate on what you wanted to do, and soon, a small flurry of snow began to fly from your palms into the air. You hadn’t always loved your powers, they were hard to control and prior to joining the team you were prone to having ‘accidents’ with them that left your social life lacking in fear of harming someone without meaning to. Ever since the day Nightwing had approached you to join the team however, you had steadily been gaining more and more control over them, and now you had come to love them. Your friends just stood there in wonder as a dome of ice began to form around the edges of the clearing, snow then bouncing off the ice, giving the same swirling effect you had seen in the store.

        You opened your eyes when you felt the dome complete itself. It wasn’t exactly like the snow globes in the store, the one you had just created was more like an igloo than anything else, considering you would all need a mean to enter and exit as well as get air, but it was clear what your intentions had been. You paused and took a look around and then used your powers to recreate the snowman and tree from the snow globe Bart had been holding in the store. After that you let the snow fly from your palms again, effectively making all of you part of a living snow globe. 

        “So, what do you guys think?” You asked somewhat sheepishly when everyone remained silent, looking all around them at what you had created. You felt a small bundle of nerves begin to form.

        Bart was looking at the snow with his eyes wide in wonder. Eventually, a large grin spread across his features and he was racing around the dome in excitement. “This is amazing!”

        “I agree.” Tim added, a grin appearing on him as well. “I didn’t know you were capable of something like this.”

        “I didn’t know either until now.” You replied, a shy grin playing across your lips. “I thought this would be a cool little hangout for us while it’s still winter.” The rest of the team nodded their agreements and at some point, Jaime had managed to instigate a snowball fight. That’s how the rest of the team had found you five, chucking snowballs back and forth while snow swirled around you encased in a large dome of clear ice. For a few moments, they were impressed, and then the real fun began when they entered the fight. As the day ended you made a mental note to go back to that store tomorrow. There was a snow globe for you to buy with Bart’s name on it.

[ao3feed-bluepulse]

All I Want For Christmas Is You

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2PUgnzi

by bluepulsebluepulse

A Bluepulse Christmas Love Confession. Who will confess first?

Words: 6653, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Young Justice (Cartoon), Young Justice - All Media Types, Young Justice (Comics)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bart Allen, Jaime Reyes

Relationships: Bart Allen/Jaime Reyes

Additional Tags: Bluepulse, Speedbuggy, Christmas, Bart Allen - Freeform, Jaime Reyes - Freeform, Bart Allen/Jaime Reyes - Freeform, they belong together, DC MAKE THEM CANON FFS, Merry Christmas Everyone!

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2PUgnzi

[dccomicsimagines]

Masterlist - Young Justice/Holiday Imagines - Part One - 5/2/23

Part Two - Batman/Superman/Batfamily etc Imagines

Young Justice Imagines

Kaldur

Learning to Float

Medicine

Everything is Going to be Okay - Part One

Everything is Going to be Okay - Part Two

Not Good Enough

Alone - Part One

Alone - Part Two

An Order to Regret

First Time

Swimming By

Betrayal

Jealous on Christmas

Sick

The Presence of a Demigod

“Borrowed” Lasso - NSFW

Sister Saved

Love Potion

Date Trap

The Cameras

Sand and Love

The New Recruit

Bart Allen

Insecurity

Out of Nowhere - Part One

Out of Nowhere - Part Two

Weighing You Down

Love is Confusing - Part One

Love is Confusing - Part Two

Some People are Just Bad

First Valentine’s Day

First Time

You’re Expecting What?

Couple Costume

Sugar High

Helpful Advice

Preventing the Fall - Part One

Preventing the Fall - Part Two

First Christmas

Valentines Proposal

The Avalanche

Superboy

Words Unsaid

Your Choice

Snuggling War - Part One

Snuggling War - Part Two

At First Sight

Staying Over

A Funny Feeling - Part One

A Funny Feeling - Part Two

Attention Grabbing

Helping Others

I Almost Lost You

Paint Lesson

As Time Goes By

Say My Name

Dick Grayson as Robin

Show Off - Part One

Show Off - Part Two

What You Don’t Know

Being Best Friends with Dick Grayson Would Include…

First Time

Alternative

Joker’s Daughter

Kidding Around

I Can See Them

Undercover Halloween

Never Underestimate Magic

Sweet Valentine

The Potty Mouth

Dick Grayson as Nightwing

Don’t Take This Personally - Part One

Don’t Take This Personally - Part Two

Don’t Take This Personally - Part Three

I’m Not Leaving

Love Yourself - Part One

Love Yourself - Part Two

Muscles - NSFW

Left Out

Electric Currents

Psycho

Beach Day and Jealousy

When the Teleport Fails

I Can See Them

How to be a Heartbreaker

Unstable

It’s Been A Long Time

Innocence - Part One

Innocence - Part Two

Jaime Reyes/Blue Beetle

A Suitable Mate - Part One

A Suitable Mate - Part Two

A Suitable Mate - Part Three

A Suitable Mate - Part Four

A Suitable Mate - Part Five

Just a Little Crush

A Cagey Feeling

Back to the Past

Love is Confusing - Part One

Love is Confusing - Part Two

Confession

A Promise

The Computer Geek

Couple Costume

Birthday Wish

Amusement Park

Tim Drake

Broken Arm

A Secret to Tell - Part One

A Secret to Tell - Part Two

Finding Out

Blood Bond

Damian Wayne

Puppy Love

Wally West

First Time

Snuggling War - Part One

Snuggling War - Part Two

Tutor Love - Part One

Tutor Love - Part Two

Love Yourself - Part One

Love Yourself - Part Two

Dating Wally West Would Include…

Ouija

First Halloween

A Halloween to Remember

Stop the Flirting

Tears of Sorrow - Part One

Tears of Sorrow - Part Two

Westie is My Bestie

Tight Squeeze

Teen Pregnancy - Part One

Teen Pregnancy - Part Two

 Away from Civilization 

Spilled Coffee

A Loooooong Time

My Suit? 

All I Want for Christmas is You

Powerful Kiss

Years Off My Life

Closure

I Can’t Resist

Roy Harper as Arsenal

I’m Here - Part One

I’m Here - Part Two

First Time

Roy Harper as Red Arrow// Will Harper

Love Yourself - Part One

Love Yourself - Part Two

A Shower to Remember

Klarion the Witch Boy

A Tease

Defenseless Pussycat

Crushes are for Mortals - Part One

Crushes are for Mortals - Part Two

Crushes are for Mortals - Part Three

Trespasser

An Infant Secret

Hole in the Wall of Chaos

Card Tricks

Fragile Mortal

Pay Attention to Me

Limitless Potential

Jason Todd as Robin

An Awkward Conversation - Part One

An Awkward Conversation - Part Two

Miss Martian

Dating Miss Martian if You Were a Fellow Hero Would Include…

Zatanna

Before You Go

Martian Manhunter

First Christmas

Lagoon Boy

Underwater Meeting

Cyborg

Looks Don’t Mean Everything

Icicle Jr.

I’m Rehabilitating Them

No-Pairing Imagines

How Did You Do That?

What You Don’t Know - Part One

What You Don’t Know - Part Two

World Ending Team up

Team Halloween Bonding

Sister Saved

Never Suspected - Part One

Never Suspected - Part Two

Coming Out By Bleeding Out

A Deadly Party

Non-Famous

Christmas Misunderstandings

Mirror Image

I’m Rehabilitating Them

Closure

Truth or Dare Valentine 

Halloween

Ouija - Wally West x Reader

An Undead Replacement - Batfamily x Reader - Part One

An Undead Replacement - Batfamily x Reader - Part Two

First Halloween - Wally West x Reader

Matching - Batfamily x Reader

Ghosts - Tim Drake x Reader

Love Yourself - Wally West x Roy Harper x Dick Grayson x Reader - Part Two

A Halloween to Remember - Wally West x Reader

Crushes are for Mortals - Klarion x Reader - Part Two

Pumpkin Carving with Tim Drake Would Include…

The Princess and the Demon - Damian Wayne x Reader

Couple Costume - Jaime Reyes x Bart Allen

I Can See Them - Dick Grayson x Reader

Sugar High - Bart Allen x Reader

Undercover Halloween - Dick Grayson x Reader

Gone But Not Forgotten - Batfamily Imagine

Never Underestimate Magic - Dick Grayson x Reader

Costume Party Drama - Batfamily Imagine

Ghost On Halloween - Garfield Logan x Reader

Team Halloween Bonding - Young Justice Imagine

A Deadly Party - Young Justice Imagine

Fighting for Your Life - Bruce Wayne x Reader

You Like Red Heads? - Roy Harper x Reader

Date Trap - Kaldur x Reader

Grounded for Halloween - Batfamily Imagine

Life Decisions - Tim Drake x Reader

Babysitting on Halloween - Damian Wayne x Reader

Thanksgiving

What’s Lost is Found - Part Five - Batfamily Imagine

Spirit of Thanksgiving - Tim Drake x Reader

The Miracle of Thanksgiving - Batfamily Imagine

Christmas

First Christmas - Martian Manhunter x Reader

Christmas With the Family - Clara Kent (Superwoman) x Reader

Helping Others - Superboy X Reader

Confession - Blue Beetle x Reader

Robin Who? - Damian Wayne x Reader

Opposites Attract - Damian Wayne x Reader - Part Three

Left Out - Nightwing x Reader

Jealous on Christmas - Kaldur x Reader

Christmas Returns - Batfamily Imagine

Overdoing It - Tim Drake x Reader

Prepping for Christmas - Dick Grayson x Reader

A Merry Bat Christmas - Batfamily Imagine

Non-Famous - Young Justice Imagine

First Christmas - Bart Allen x Reader

Christmas Surprises - Barbara Gordon x Reader - Part One

Christmas Surprises - Barbara Gordon x Reader - Part Two

Christmas Misunderstandings - Young Justice Imagine

What’s Lost is Found - Part Six - Batfamily Imagine

Enough is Enough - Jason Todd x Reader

When We’re Together - Batfamily Imagine

All I Want for Christmas is You - Wally West x Reader

Just the Two of Us - Dick Grayson x Reader

Baby’s First Christmas - Batfamily Imagine

The Kid and the Bum - Batfamily Imagine - Part 1.5

Hello There - Jon Kent x Reader

Valentine’s Day

First Valentine’s Day - Bart Allen x Reader

Sweet Valentine - Dick Grayson x Reader

Valentines Proposal - Bart Allen x Reader

Spontaneous Valentine’s Date - Bruce Wayne x Reader

An Old Custom - Damian Wayne x Reader

Truth or Dare Valentine - Young Justice Imagine

Loving Night - Tim Drake x Reader

Love in the Air - Dick Grayson x Reader

[violetwolfraven]

Bluepulse Week Day 5: Colors/Seasons

Summary: The team goes on a mission in December. On the way back, Jaime and Bart decide to stick around for a while.

.............................................................................

“I’m boooooooored!” Bart groaned.

Jaime looked over at him, glaring, “Bart, I am, too, but we still have to stake this guy out until Cassie and Barbara get here to take over.”

“Well, when’s that going to be?” Bart asked.

“Not for another hour,” Jaime said.

“But we’ve already been here forever.”

“We have been here three hours.”

“Scarab says we’ve been here three hours.”

“Well, I’m a speedster,” Bart said, “Feels longer for me.”

It started snowing.

Jaime looked up, “Great.” He was already cold, and now it was just worse. They couldn’t be suited up on this kind of stakeout, so while normally, Scarab could keep him warm, he couldn’t today. Jaime was shivering in his coat.

Bart was looking around in wonder, “Wow.”

“What’s the matter?” Jaime asked, “Haven’t you seen snow before?”

“Yeah, but...” Bart shrugged, “Where I’m from, it’s usually not this white. Here... well, it’s kind of magical.”

The snowflakes contrasted sharply against Bart’s auburn hair. His green eyes were sparkling like Jaime had never seen.

“Magical,” Jaime agreed.

Bart had told him he had a thing for him, but... well, both of them had been kind of pretending it never happened. Nothing about their friendship had changed. Jaime had been pretty sure he was straight. That he didn’t like Bart that way.

But with how good the speedster looked in the snow right now... who knows?

A wind swept through the park where they were sitting. Jaime shivered.

“Are you cold?” Bart asked, looking concerned.

“I’m from El Paso,” Jaime said, “It doesn’t get this cold at home.”

Bart put his arm around him, and Jaimewas surprised to feel that Bart was really warm.

“Speedster metabolism,” He explained, like he knew what Jaime was thinking.

“That’s convenient,” Jaime admitted.

Bart seemed a little embarrassed, “Um, you’re okay with... this... right?”

“Yeah,” Jaime said quickly, “Yeah, I’m okay with it.”

The snow didn’t seem so bad anymore.

...

“Having fun?”

Jaime wasn’t sure how long they’d been sitting there when they turned around to see Cassie and Barbara smirking.

“It’s cold,” He said defensively.

“Well, you two can go back to the Watchtower and warm up now if you want,” Barbara said, badly hiding her smile, “Cassie and I can take over.”

Jaime knew Bart usually liked to hurry, but he walked pretty slowly towards the Zeta Tube, staying with him instead of running ahead like he usually did.

“So I guess it doesn’t really snow in Texas,” He said awkwardly.

“Not usually,” Jaime agreed, “You know, it actually is nice here. Wanna stick around a little longer?”

“Uh, sure,” Bart said, surprised.

They walked through the park, talking about little bits of nothing as it got darker. Jaime wasn’t 100% sure if this specific park would do anything like he was hoping for it to do, but hopefully...

Suddenly, lights went on everywhere. Tiny lights, like fairies, in a million colors, arranged in different patterns. Some of them were shaped like icicles, some just regular lightbulbs. Bart stared at it all, amazed.

“There’s nothing like this in the future,” Bart marveled.

“Do you like it?” Jaime asked.

“Like it?” Bart asked, “It’s beautiful! And amazing! Did you know this was going to happen?”

“It’s Christmas season,” Jaime said, “I had a hunch. I thought you’d want to see it.”

“You waited around even though you hate the cold, because you wanted me to see this?” Bart asked.

Jaime looked at his feet, “When you told me you liked me a couple months ago, I didn’t know what to say. I’d never even considered thinking of you as anything but my best friend. But I started thinking about it more and more, and... I like you, too, Bart.”

“Really?” Bart asked.

“Yeah, I—“

Bart cut him off by kissing him.

Jaime was shocked, obviously, but he melted into it. It felt warm, and right, and he wondered why he’d taken so long to realize this would work.

When they pulled apart, they were both blushing like idiots.

“Um, we should get back to the Watchtower,” Bart said, “I promised Gar I’d help him decorate for this big Christmas party he planned. You wanna help, too? Gar kind of bought too much decorations; we’re going to need everyone we can get.”

“The League okayed a party up there?”

“No. They’re welcome to come, but they can’t say no if you don’t ask.”

Jaime laughed, “Why not? Sure, I’ll help you decorate.”

As they walked back to the Zeta Tube, Jaime’s arm around Bart’s shoulders, they didn’t notice Cassie and Barbara talking and watching them through binoculars.

“Mission accomplished,” Cassie said, high-fiving Barbara, “Operation Bluepulse has succeeded.”

“What are we going to tell them about why we’re not staking out that guy we had them watch for four hours anymore?”

“Nothing. We’ll just hang out around here for a few hours and tell them we found out it was a false alarm.”

Barbara shrugged, “We probably shouldn’t have had them stalk a random person for four hours, though.”

“Eh. The guy didn’t notice them, anyway. No harm done. And now they’re together, so that’s a bonus.”

It turned out the League was fine with the Christmas party. But there may or may not have been several incidents involving mistletoe and various couples.