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kimberly-spirits13 · 10 months
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How the Batfam Reacts to Dick and Jason Dating a Black Widow HC
Dick:
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• He met you on a mission where you were partnered together
• Dick immediately recognized the emblem on your suit showing that you were a Widow
• He was suspicious at first thinking that you were still with the organization until he heard you talking about it
• “Dreykov stood no chance against the freed widows.” He heard you explaining to Wonder Woman, “I hope that they’re doing well on Themyscira”
• He knew that if you were in cahoots with Diana, you must be sound
• When you were on the mission, you started talking a lot
• You thought he was funny and charming and he thought you were smart and witty
• Dick liked that you could handle yourself in situations and that you had grown from everything that had happened to you, not crumble from it
• When the mission was over, you two exchanged numbers
• One day, a few months later, you texted him and said that you were looking to move to Gotham
• You wanted to know if he’d go look at apartments with you since he knew Gotham better
• He was so excited and despite him trying to play it cool, everyone knew that he was up to something
• He made the excuse that Wally was doing some apartment shopping and wanted to hang out that week
• Let’s be honest, when you find your apartment you probably hook up or have a Disney binge night
• After a wild weekend, he heads back to the manor and is glowing
• Always on his phone
• Is in a good mood
• Sneaks off during patrol
• The works
• Everyone knew that he must be dating someone, it was so obvious
• When everyone finally finds out that he’s dating a Widow, it’s because they follow him to your apartment
• He’s there to work on some detective stuff that was going around in Gotham
• You had your monitors set up and your suit laying over the sofa when Tim, Jason, and Steph broke in through the window
• You pushed Dick behind the coach, rolling to take cover while you drew a Glock that was tucked in your waistband
• “Stand still, hands where I can see them!”
• “Y/N/N, those are my siblings!” Dick said tackling you, “idiot siblings at that”
• “You’re dating a Widow?!” While Jason still had his helmet on, his sense of surprise was evident
• “You’re dating a Widow and you called her by a nickname?” Steph gawked, “Never in all my days-“
• “You guys can’t tell Bruce!” Dick said frantically, “Tim don’t you dare touch that com”
• “Too late.” Damian came into the apartment, giving it a once over and glaring at you, “So this is the distraction that has been plaguing Grayson.” “Is he paying you to court him?”
• Bruce came into the apartment later to haul his kids out after they had basically interrogated you about life and how you and Dick were dating
• Bruce was suspicious of you at first, as he is, but after a few weeks, you were invited to patrol with everyone
• You and Jason trauma bonded and shot guns together
• Cass and Damian liked you since you were an assassin, and a skilled one at that
• Steph liked you cause you were pretty and badass
• Babs and Timmy thought you were intelligent and a good friend to have
• Bruce and Alfred eventually come around, Bruce likes that you’re loyal and intelligent
• Alfred likes that you’re not a crazy clout chaser
• Everyone adjusts really well to you quickly, and you easily become part of the family
Jason:
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• You two met while you were rehabilitating on Themyscira with Diana as your mentor
• You and Artemis had quickly become friends and she had you come with her on a mission
• You needed something at a faster pace that you could exercise your skills with
• Artemis introduced you to Jason and you two hit it off quickly
• She noticed this and had you two paired up for a mission
• She’s not Artemis anymore y’all, she’s Cupid/ Eros and she just shot Jason Todd in the butt with an arrow
• He’s so gushy over you
• Puppy dog eyes and everything
• At first he’s like, it’s got to be the Russian accent
• But after a few hours, he knew it definitely wasn’t the accent
• When you’re still living at Themyscira, he asks Artemis to take you on as many missions as possible so that he can see you
• When you’re finally done living on the island, he’s the first to offer a new place
• Wants you to live at once of his safe houses in Gotham
• You would accept the offer but you already had gotten an apartment
• Jason was so depressed about it until you told him that it was in Gotham
• “What- you’re like my only friend. I’m not moving to LA or something.” You told him
• He was just puppy eyes and gushy
• Everyone saw a change in his demeanor and they were suspicious of what was going on
• Steph and Dick followed him one night to your apartment where they saw you in your widow suit and him in his red hood suit eating messy burgers and fries
• His boots and helmet were strewn about on the floor and weapons were littering the kitchen table
• He probably has his head in your lap at one point for you to string your fingers through your hair
• They’re both excited and rush back to the cave to spill the beans
• A few days later Dick tells Jason that he should invite his new gf over
• “You dickhead how’d you know about that! We’re you stalking me?”
• Maybe Dick was
• When you showed up to the manor, Damian immediately challenged you to a sparing duel
• Everyone but Jason was hesitant and when you landed the kid on his butt he was beaming with joy
• That’s when you earned Cass and Tim’s respect
• Damian liked you now too, but he wasn’t going to admit it after that beat down
• Bruce got to know more about you mainly from Diana
• Since he trusted her, it was easier to not be so suspicious about you
• Alfred liked you since you brought out the good in Jason and you were good help when he needed it
• The entire family ends up liking you really quickly, but you have to start setting boundaries about them coming and crashing in your place at some ungodly hour of the night
• Sometimes, the last thing you want to see at 4am is Dick Grayson sprawled out on the coach with his dogs out
• Jason is always welcome though
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.⋆。You're Gonna Go Far。⋆.
Batsis!reader
We ain't angry at you, love You're the greatest thing we've lost
Warnings: older sister syndrome, angst, mentions of Jason’s death (seriously Lou not every fic), hurt/comfort, all platonic
Stick Season (We'll All Be Here Forever)
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The letter in your hands felt far heavier than the small envelope of papers should have felt. You knew already what it said, what it meant and by god it was tempting to just shove it into your desk drawer and forget about it.
But you couldn’t forget, not when the words inked on those white pages meant that you could finally follow your dreams. Your thumb traced along the emblem at the top right corner of the letter as you read over the excited paragraph of acceptance yet again. It was a spur of the moment thing, a brief lapse into insanity when everything got to be too much and now, the consequences had come.
Could you go? Could you really leave all this behind and do the things you’ve always wanted to do? The seed of hope began to sprout in your chest, slowly weaving through the years of responsibility and obligation you had used to bury it as deep as you could.
But then, you heard muffled arguments through your bedroom door, seeping in like a thick fog. It brushed against your feet, sending a freezing chill through your body. It licked at your fingertips until you couldn’t stand the cold. 
Quickly, you shoved the envelope and the letter into the bottom of your trashcan and stood. “What are you fuckheads fighting about this time?” Your siblings responded with more shouting and as you left your bedroom, you doused that little bit of hope with the poison of your duty.
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“What did you want to be when you grew up?” The question hung in the stale air for a moment, looming over you as you worked on sharpening Damian’s favourite sword. Your father was sitting at the massive wall of screens, wearing all of his uniform except for the cowl. A pensive look on his face, he seemingly couldn’t meet your eyes.
“A dinosaur cowboy rockstar.” You snipped back. The letter flashed through your mind but disappeared quickly enough with another pull of the blade against the sharpening stone. Bruce’s brow furrowed.
“You know that’s not what I meant.” You sighed heavily through your nose as your shoulders tensed with the blowout that was about to happen. His eyes pierced into you, watching you with that same bit of intensity they had the first time you donned the Robin suit. 
The leather hilt of the blade creaked with the strength of your grip and the cave settled into a tense silence. But you couldn’t feel that anger that you used to when he asked that question any time before, all you felt was that overwhelming, devastating sadness of what your life could have been.
The first time was when Dick left; Bruce wanted comfort, to know that what he had condemned you and your brother to do was right. You had swallowed down that anger, the urge to scream at him and blame him for everything in favour of telling him exactly what he wanted to hear. “I’ve always wanted to help people and being Robin was the best thing I could be.”
It was after Jason’s funeral when he asked next. Your eyes were still swollen with your tears, your shirt ruined from where Dick had been clinging to you and the bruises from the explosion that took your little brother not yet healed. You had refused to answer him, just telling him to get some rest and that the mantle of Batman would be yours until Alfred determined him fit for the field once more.
You supposed this time had been brought on by Tim’s departure to college barely a week ago. The house was noticeably dimmer without the boy genius and it had quite obviously been affecting your father. You nor Dick or Jason ever got the chance to go to college so it was a massive change.
The bite of your nails into the palm of your hand brought you back into focus where your father was watching you, unblinking. Bruce was a patient man, you’ll give him that.
“Why exactly does it matter? I have a job to do here- protect my brothers, protect the city, protect you in that order, just like you taught me.” His flinch was almost imperceptible to the untrained eye but you were far from untrained.
“Is that really what you want out of your life?” He was probing for something and you didn’t really care. The blade slid easily back into its sheath as you approached the wall of weaponry behind you. 
“What I may want isn’t relevant here, I’m doing what I can- is that enough for you?” With more force than necessary, you slammed the sword into place, turning your back on your father. “I have shit to do, call me if you need backup.” 
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You had been avoiding your room like the plague for three days now. Each time you stepped foot in there, all you could think about was the letter and how the deadline for the offer was drawing ever closer. The easiest solution would just be to throw it out or even calling the university to tell them that you were declining their offer but the easy way of doing things was not your style.
Instead, you started staying up all night and crashing on the couch whenever you needed a power nap. You weren’t dense enough to think that your family hadn’t noticed your change in behaviour but they at least didn’t mention it and you were grateful for that.
“Hey Dams, I need you for a second.” Ever eager to avoid his homework, your youngest brother perked up, his undivided attention now firmly on you. You chuckled softly. “Can you go grab my charger from my room, it should be on my desk.”
“Tt, so forgetful.” He muttered but obeyed anyway, leaving you smiling softly as you returned to your book. 
You hadn’t noticed how long he had been gone until it was Jason that strolled into your father’s office. Still donned in his leather jacket, hair still damp from the rain that had only just started, he looked like a mess. “I thought you vowed never to come back.” You quipped. 
“Har har, you’re still annoying as shit I see.” But even with his harsh tone, Jason plopped himself next to you on the couch and leaned his head on your shoulder. “Are you ever gonna get outta here?”
Your eyes flicked to your not so little brother. “Why is everyone asking me that, I mean if you want me to move out, I can.” You brushed off with a laugh.
“You don’t have to stay y’a know, you can go if you want. No one would be angry at you.” Your heart clenched painfully in your chest. That little seedling of hope began to come back to life once again, tentatively putting out roots.
“Where would I go Jay-bird?” He shook his head, forcing his face into your neck just like he would do when he was little.
“Anywhere, somewhere far from here.”
“But then who would be around to protect you Robins hm?” 
“We aren’t little anymore, we can take care of ourselves.” You wrapped an arm around his broad shoulders and kissed the top of his head. Before you could respond, the office door opened once more and most of the rest of your family filed in.
Each of them looked haunted and almost withdrawn, save for Damian who angrily stomped over to you, and shoved Jason off of you so he could crawl onto your lap. “Who died?” You let your youngest brother wrap your arms around him as you made eye contact with your father.
But it was Dick that stepped forward, a piece of paper in his hands. “Why didn’t you tell us?” His voice shook with that unique mixture of rage and heartbreak that it seemed only he could perfect. The paper trembled in his hands, making the embossment at the top visible.
You poked Damian on his side. “I told you to stop looking through my stuff, you little shit.”
“Couldn’t find your charger.” He responded indigently, his fingers curling into your shirt.
“This is a big deal miss, not just anyone gets into this university.” Alfred, ever the peacemaker, laid a hand on Dick’s shoulder. “You should have told us.”
“It’s nothing, it was a lapse of judgement. I wouldn’t leave you all.” You brushed off but evidently, that wasn’t good enough for anyone. Dick and Jason scoffed while Bruce just looked like he was about to cry.
“You could go, leave this place and you’re giving it up for some idea that we need protecting? That’s fucking stupid.” Jason shoved himself away from you, angrily rising to his feet as he ran a hand through his hair. “You have a real shot here.”
“Is that what this is, some kind of fucking intervention? My life is my own thank you very much, I don’t need all of you telling me what I can or cannot do.” You tried to pry Damian from you in some vain attempt to get away from the conversation but that sneaky shit had dug his fingers into your shirt so tightly that there was no way you were getting him off of you without ripping off your shirt.
The roots were taking hold and it made you feel like shit. Who were you to leave this all behind when it could so easily be ripped away from you? You were needed here, your purpose was here not at some college where you couldn’t be there to protect your brothers.
“We’ll be ok, you can go.” You shook your head, biting back tears that were already building. Bruce came closer, taking your face between his hands. “I have put too much on you, I should have realised long ago. I’m sorry Birdie.”
“You haven’t called me that since I was 12.” Your father laughed sadly.
“Oh my girl, I haven’t been a good father to you have I?” His calloused thumbs wiped away the tears that you hadn’t realised were now steadily rolling down your full cheeks.
“You were never a good dad.” Jason scoffed which was quickly followed by a yelp as Dick elbowed him in the stomach.
“They’re having a moment.” 
“I put so much weight on your shoulders, it was my job to protect all of you but I don’t think I’ve done a very good job at that. This shouldn’t be your dream, you deserve to make a life for yourself without having to worry about all of us.” It was so strange to see your father laid so bare in front of you, freely admitting his mistakes. “You deserve so much more than this.”
You looked at your brothers as if they would give you some excuse to stay, to reject that offer but their faces remained stern if not a little sad. “You can go sis.” Dick nodded.
“You’ve done more than enough for us, I think it’s time that we pick up the slack.” Jason bumped him with his shoulder and gave you a big grin. “Besides, I think it would be nice for you to actually have a social life instead of nagging us all the time.”
Alfred spoke again. “I believe what Master Jason is trying to say is that we won’t hold you back from chasing your dreams. In fact, we are actually quite proud of you.”
A solid weight against your chest brought your gaze back down to the youngest of the group. “Damian?” You knew that boy was incredibly attached to you and would take some kind of issue with you leaving to go study somewhere else.
“If you don’t go, I will never talk to you again.” 
“Well I guess that settles it.” You said thickly, struggling to speak through the lump in your throat. “I’m going to college!” Bruce didn’t hesitate to scoop you into his arms in a hug so tight you felt your ribs creak. Damian whined a slight protest but made no move to slip out from your arms.
“Good because Tim already accepted the offer for you, you start in a couple months.” As your laughter filled the room, the hope in your chest blossomed, casting your guilt and pain into the shadows of its petals. 
[Verse 1] The only time I got to praying for a red light Was when I saw your destination as a deadline "This is normal conversation, babe, it's all fine" Making quiet calculations where the fault lies This is good land, or at least it was It takes a strong hand and a sound mind [Verse 2] The college kids are getting so young, ain't they? They're correcting all the grammar on a spray paint And I even gave up driving after nightfall I got tired of the frat boys with their brights on This is good land, or at least it was It takes a strong hand and a sound mind [Pre-Chorus] It makes me smile to know when things get hard Ooh-ooh, you'll be far Ooh-ooh, you'll bе far from here And, while I clеan shit up in the yard Ooh-ooh, you'll be far Ooh-ooh, you'll be far, far from here [Chorus] So, pack up your car, put a hand on your heart Say whatever you feel, be wherever you are We ain't angry at you, love You're the greatest thing we've lost The birds will still sing Your folks will still fight The boards will still creak The leaves will still die We ain't angry at you, love We'll be waiting for you, love [Post-Chorus] And we'll all be here forever And we'll all be here forever We sure will [Verse 3] We're overdue for a revival We spent so long just getting by That's the thing about survival Who the hell— who the hell likes livin' just to die? You told me you would make a difference Well, I got drunk and shut you down It won't be by your own volition If you step foot outside this town But it's all we've had For always [Chorus] So, pack up your car, put a hand on your heart Say whatever you feel, be wherever you are We ain't angry at you, love You're the greatest thing we've lost The birds will still sing Your folks will still fight The boards will still creek The leaves will still die We ain't angry at you, love We'll be waiting for you, love [Post-Chorus] And we'll all be here forever And we'll all be here forever [Outro] You're gonna go far You're gonna go far You're gonna go far You're gonna go far Yes, you are (Ooh-ooh) If you wanna go far Then you gotta go far
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batfamism · 1 year
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Batsis, on patrol with Jason: Fight me!
Jason, standing behind her, shaking his head, holding a knife: (mouthing) do NOT.
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Jason Todd would have callused hands.
I think about that a lot.
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akairawrites · 7 months
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Can you do a jason todd x reader where they were friends pre death. and when he came back she tried defending tim from him despite being a civilian, and then they later reconcile and she confesses to him that she liked him?
I’m finally replying to this a year later and I’m so sorry! I’m more confident as a writer now. Before I felt as though I didn’t have the ability to fulfill your request, but now I do, so here you go.
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One day, a Teen Titan member called to inform you that Jason was in the Titan's tower. He had incapacitated the other Titans to protect Tim, and they believed you were the only one who could reach him. Without a second thought, you dropped everything and sprinted towards the tower, not even the pouring rain could deter you. As you entered the tower, your heart raced in anticipation. You hadn't rehearsed what you would say to him; you didn't have the time.
“When I died no one cared! No one remembered!”
His voice echoed through the halls, sounding different from when you were both fifteen, yet still sending shivers down your spine. You traced the voice to the Hall of Fallen Titans. Bursting through the double doors, you were overwhelmed with a gut-wrenching feeling as you saw him standing there, alive, while Tim lay bloodied and bruised on the floor, with Jason holding a knife menacingly over him.
The most heart-wrenching sensation surged within you as you laid eyes on him, alive and standing there. It instantly brought back memories of the day you learned of Jason Todd's passing. You recalled falling into Bruce's comforting embrace as he stood at your doorway, and the countless nights you spent yearning for Jason's presence. You even remembered the moment you realized you were in love with him at just fifteen years old.
“Jason!" His heart skipped a beat as he slowly turned to see you, the person he dreamt of reuniting with, not just through your bedroom window. Every moment you believed he was gone, he was right there with you. You cautiously approached, taking the knife from his trembling hands, letting it fall to the floor. "Jason," you said softly, uncertainty filling your voice.
Cradling his masked-covered face in your hands, you gently removed the mask, revealing the green eyes you had missed so dearly. Tears welled up in your eyes as you pulled him into a tight embrace, and he reciprocated, holding onto you as if he might lose you again.
He didn't want you to see him in this monstrous state he had become. Guilt consumed him for causing you so much pain over the past six years, even though he wasn't truly present.
“I cared, I remembered.”
A week later, Bruce finally granted you permission to visit Jason after everything that had transpired. He thought it best to give Jason some time to clear his mind. Alfred led you to Jason's room, and after a moment's hesitation, you knocked. Hearing a faint "come in," you entered and sat beside him on his bed.
He hadn't expected to see you so soon. "Bruce gave me the green light to come and check up on you. I wanted to see how you were doing," you explained, closing the door behind you. As he looked down at the floor, he sat up, allowing you to see the scars that covered his bare back. "I'm sorry," he uttered, gripping your hands as his eyes filled with guilt and sorrow.
"You don't need to apologize. I understand you were scared and angry," you reassured him. Jason wiped away his tears, gazing into your eyes. He moved his hand from yours to cup your face. "Nothing could ever change the way I feel about you."
You pushed aside any lingering anxiety, determined not to lose him again. "I love you, Jason," you confessed, giving him the confidence to pull you close, and finally, your lips met in a long-awaited, blissful kiss
Based on the comic
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ms-nesbit · 1 year
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can you do jason todd x reader headcanons? like if he falls in love/?
Yes, love!
Jason todd x fem!plus size reader headcanons
warnings: mentions of sexual abuse and trauma
"holy shit" were undoubtedly the first two words he said when he saw u
and if you're a big reader, he will keep tabs on what you're currently reading and then read it too
if not, he will try to convert you
not into giant romantic gestures, but loves physical touch from you
especially if you're holding him
he just loves private, unconventional forms of intimacy to know you're not sick of him yet
he is a huge baby behind closed doors
"I've never seen him like this" - dick, about jason's relationship with you, half-worried
"Master Todd said you were special" - alfred, upon meeting you
and that did hit different
he loves how squishy you are in certain places
and says that there's no such thing as unflattering squishiness
(and if you're muscular, he gets turned on by the defined muscles and contoured areas)
will debate with you
but it will end in a make-out session
he also buys new outfits for you
but only if you were okay with it
with random texts and photos
SOMETIMES OF HIM TRYING OUT SAID OUTFITS
including - your favorite - one mirror selfie in an emerald dress at a Nordstrom Rack
and his favorite love language is bits
like joking around for hours and hours
and when you two are around any of the batfamily, they can sense when a bit is coming on, and they all acknowledge its presence with an exaggerated groan or sigh
"jesus will it ever end" - damian
he knew he loved you when you told him your favorite talk show host is conan o'brien
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battylovinstuff · 9 months
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Batty's Masterlist
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Bruce Wayne/Batman
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SMAU Masterlist
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Dick Grayson/Nightwing
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{Gif not mine}
Jason Todd/Red Hood
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Tim Drake/Red Robin
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(Gif not mine)
More to come...
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mismerccray · 1 year
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I'm thinking of writing again. Who wants more Black Batmom?
Lemme know fellow Psychos
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pogueswrld · 2 years
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Hi Haddie!
I would like to request fem!reader with asthma dating Dawn Granger (Titans), please?
Thank you!
first time writing for dawn, pls tell me how this was and I'm so sorry for how late it is!! I've lost inspo for quite some time
*•.¸♡ lover of mine ♡¸.•*
pairing: dawn granger x fem!plus sized!reader
warnings: not much tbh just an asthma attack and dawn being an angel
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Today seemed fine as it is, the weather was perfect for a day out, the streets weren't as busy as they'd usually be, and y/n and Dawn found peace in that.
They've decided, instead of going out to the city, they'd have a picnic breakfast then spend the rest of the day at home. It seemed fitting enough.
They packed enough food and drinks to feed three houses, but they didn't mind. Whatever they didn't eat, they can always send it to the Titans downtown. Dawn knows how fast Gar can inhale his food.
By the time they made it back home, it was around noon and the couple decided to split today's chores; Dawn would clean their shared apartment while y/n would prepare lunch that they've planned to have with Dick and Hank.
It wasn't anything formal, but y/n decided to start early to make a mini feast for the boys, heaven knows they all eat like pigs.
She had barely started when y/n realized she was missing a few ingredients, so with a groan at the realization that she will have to go to city, she grabbed her bag and kissed her lover goodbye.
Dawn and y/n have been together for about a year now, y/n remembers when they first met; she was just another girl in San Francisco. Just another girl who was at the wrong place in the wrong time.
There was a robbery nearby her former workplace and y/n was the one locking up. That's when she heard the gunshots and saw the vigilantes running about in a hallway not too far from her. Filled with panic, she tried to run the other way but was cut off by more robbers. They held her with a gun to her head as they threatened the Titans to kill her if they don't let them leave, and in the midst of her chaos y/n found Dawn's eyes and somehow that was comforting enough.
Everything that happened after that was a rush, the Titans did take down the criminals, and y/n was safely placed on the roof of a nearby building by Dove. y/n didn't see her again until months later, and that too was a coincidence.
She had gone to wash her clothes and found the vigilante littered with brushes and gashes in a dark hallway beside her, she took it upon herself to help her. y/n highly doubted Dawn wanted to go to a hospital and risk announcing her identity.
y/n likes to say that the rest was history, that they were brought together by fate or whatever it was controlling their lives.
She's thankful, of course. She's thankful for all the nights they get to spend together; watching a movie or chatting about their futures, or even exploring one another with the intimacy of the sun and the moon. She's thankful for all the days they get to spend together where they'd dance or sing, or go on dates that end in feverish kisses and flushed faces.
The city may have not been as busy as usual, but the stores were. y/n didn't have a car, and she didn't remember to grab Dawn's keys on her way out, so she was stuck walking all the way to the nearest store —which was a few blocks away— get everything she needed and stand in line then rush back home.
Maybe she shouldn't have rushed as fast as she did, because halfway into her run her heart started speeding against the wind, and there was a low whistle sound with each breath of air she heaves. Still, she pressed on.
By the time her apartment complex came to view, y/n was having trouble breathing, she slowed down to a walk and paused every few minutes to catch her breath but the tightness in her chest prevented her from calming down. Panic set in as she realized she's having some sort of attack, and a wave of nausea passed through her when she couldn't find her inhaler in her bag.
Cursing her luck, y/n continued her walk. She was aware of her wheezing breath and her trembling body, her eyes glazed over and she squinted as she made it to the door.
She sat on the steps, deciding to calm down before climbing them because they alone needed her inhaler.
She must've made some sort of a disturbing noise because she didn't notice Dawn rushing down the stairs to get to her. "Hey, hey, you're okay. You're okay." Dawn whispered as she kneeled in front of the girl, her braid disappearing behind her shoulder. "Breathe with me, okay? Can you do that baby?"
With a fogged mind and a choked throat, y/n nodded as best as she could. She tried her best to copy Dawn's breatjing pattern; take a deep breath, lock it in for five seconds, let it go in a deep exhale. She repeated until her heart calmed down and her grip onto her girlfriends forearms wasn't a tight one.
She was exhausted, a drowsy feeling washing over her that made her want to crawl under cold sheets and never resurface. y/n frowned, knowing her day has been ruined, and buried her face in Dawn's chest to hide her teary eyes.
Dawn knew that she was upset, she saw it in her eyes, so she wrapped her arms around her head and let her rest for a minute. Then she was kissing her hairline and slowly pulling her face upwards to press more kisses across her face, from her forehead to her eyes and cheeks and lips.
"I'm sorry," y/n whispered, causing Dawn to shush her. "It's fine baby, you're okay. Are you feeling better?" y/n only hummed and leaned into Dawn's hand, craving her comforting touch.
"I forgot my inhaler." y/n mumbled and Dawn chuckled, pushing some loose strand behind her ear. "Yeah I figured, I saw you limping coming in." y/n groaned in embarrassment and covered her face with her hands, Dawn only chuckled at her and pulled her by her wrists to see her flushed face. "Do you still wanna make lunch or should I order a take out?"
It was y/n turn to chuckle, "I think a take out would do, I don't think they'll notice the difference."
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Runaway
Batfam x batsis!reader
summary: at the gala regular shenanigans with friends ensue and after bruce confronts the reader about their antics threatening to take away the mantle of batgirl
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The manor was quiet when you woke up, Cass was also gone from the spot next to you. Retreating to your bedroom you checked your phone to see what you had missed; a few good morning texts and just a random conversation they were having in the group chat. Technically you didn’t have to do anything today until four when you had to start getting ready for the gala, going back to sleep was the best choice.
When you woke up again you decided to get ready; the black dress you were going to wear already on display, hanging on your closet door. You took your time getting ready since there was no rush and it would benefit you to be meticulous with your appearance for this event; after all it would reflect on your family. Speaking of family things looked quite tense in the moment; the group chat was dry, you couldn’t hear any noise in the manor which was uncommon since someone was almost always screaming, peeking out the window you noticed Cass’ car was gone, and most importantly you felt like you were on eggshells since Bruce would be speaking to you after the gala.
Later the ride to said event was quiet; you and Dick just sat in his car neither of you uttering a single word. This would be your first time seeing Bruce and the nerves were practically eating away at your soul like it was the last meal. Finally when you arrived your brother spoke, “Loosen up we’re about to go through the paparazzi.” As if that would do anything to help, but you knew if there was a slight insight that something was off in your expression they would have a field day. Like many times before you stepped out of the vehicle with a fake smile plastered across your face, following behind the other members of the family who had arrived. You deliberately chose to stand by Cassandra for pictures also she happened to be further away from Bruce so it was a win win situation.
It was a long line of people approaching you, pretending to be interested in your life and well-being. By the time the whole ordeal was done a bad idea had blossomed into your head to help ease the nerves and boredom. One hit wouldn’t hurt plus what’s the point of sitting through a gala if your not on something. You retreated to the safety of one of the bathrooms at the furthest end of the hall, knowing that most people didn’t bother walking this far and even if there was a line at the other ones they would still wait. Your phone buzzed and when you opened it you realized that Marie, Kim, and Jake were here. “meet in the girls bathroom at the far end.” You texted. “Should I even be in here?” Came the voice of Jake a few minutes later. “Hurry up and go in before someone notices.” Kim scolded him. “Love open up.” Marie said knocking on the stall door. The four of you crowded into the medium sized stall, thankful that there was no crack at the bottom of the door.
The thing is being with friends causing you to lose track of many things like time, the sounds of your phone, how many hits you each took, or how much you all drank out of Jakes alcohol stash. You stood in front of Marie as she had her arms around you, engulfing you in the smell of her floral perfume as you looked at Kim. She was currently arguing on how even though these events suck you all still had to be careful. Kimberly James always came prepared because she had perfume on hand and had a bottle of water. “We should have just skipped and hung out somewhere.” You said. “Y/n, your family would have your head if you didn’t show up.” Marie reminded. “Oh shit don’t you still have to talk to your dad after this?” Jake asked. You went to take another hit when Marie stopped you. “No more let’s just spray the perfume and walk back. We can just sit at a table.” She said. You obliged to your friends request and once everyone was presentable the group left, snagging a table in the corner.
As time went on eventually the night was coming to an end; even snotty business men couldn’t brag about how rich they were forever. You all conversed but also watched how the size of the crowd slowly shrunk. “Eunwoo asked if we wanted to go on his parents yacht tomorrow since it’s a sunday.” Jake mentioned. Everyone agreed that it was a sound plan and they would be down to go. “Are you sure Y/n, isn’t your dad super mad?” Kim questioned you. “Since when has that stopped me. He probably won’t even be around to say no.” You responded. “She could take a weekend vacation to Italy and that man still wouldn’t notice.” Jake said, causing you to laugh. Finally it was time for you to leave and say your goodbyes. You knew not to hug Jake so you guys just did your handshake; people gossip it’s an activity of most Gothamites. Kim and you shared a quick hug, “Make sure to update us.” She said. Then it came to Marie and when you guys hugged she patted your back, “Please don’t say anything stupid when he talks to you. I know your upset but don’t worsen whatever punishment he may dish out.” She whispered. You thanked her in return. “Stay safe out there pookie.” Kim said as you walked away.
It was stupid to think you could embrace the comfort of your room when you arrived back at the manor. “My office, now.” Bruce said with an even tone. You followed behind him, heels clicking on the floor. He took a seat in his big chair and you stood in front of him. The silence wrapped it’s hand around your throat, causing every breath you took to feel strained. “Are you gonna tell me why you were smoking on school property?” All the air rushed to your lungs and you almost felt dizzy. “I have no excuse and I’m sorry.” Came your response, remembering Marie’s words from earlier. “Not only have you embarrassed yourself you made this family and me look bad Y/n.” He stated. You didn’t know why but the way he worded it pissed you off. “This family?” You scoffed out then continued, “What about our family or what’s even left of it?” Bruce took a sip of a drink he poured himself, “You are apart of this family and I don’t know what you’re trying to get at here Y/n but get your act together.”
You should have left it at that you know you should have. “I fight the most dangerous criminals in Gotham day and night but you draw the line at me getting caught smoking. You guys are acting like I committed some heinous crime when I did something that I’m sure other people in our family have done.” Bruce was visibly showing that he was upset now, “That doesn’t matter you’re supposed to be setting an example as an eighteen year old I shouldn’t be hearing about stuff like this.” You wanted to crawl out of your skin and go anywhere but here. “You only care because I got caught not that I’m smoking weed in general because you’re absent but you aren’t that absent to the point where you can’t smell it on me. You just choose not to say anything and only care when it’s convenient for you or I’m putting your so called reputation in jeopardy.” You grit out. He slammed his hands on the desk, “Gotham doesn’t need a hero who acts irrationally and irresponsibly.” That one stung and you couldn’t bite your tongue any longer, “Well news flash that’s majority of all vigilantes and the Justice League.” “Keep this up and I’ll have Stephanie be Batgirl again.” He taunted. Oh but he had to have known that was a sour spot he knew how much you loved being Batgirl and included in the family’s night job. “And there won’t be a new mantle for you to pick up if I do so. Do you hear me?” He asked. You didn’t think you had paused for even a minute before he said it again, “Do you hear me?” “Yes, loud and clear Bruce.” You answered. “Go to bed it’s late.” He instructed you.
Being the petty person you were you slammed the door on the way out. “Shit!” You jumped when you were met with Dick, Tim, Damian, Jason, and even Cass eavesdropping outside the door. You didn’t even want to bother picking apart the emotions displayed on their features. So you just pushed past them, ignoring the multiple shouts of your name. When you got to your room you locked the door not bothering to move an inch from your bed after you got changed and multiple knocked sounded.
a/n not my best work although i do appreciate how many people have been interested so here we are i hope you enjoy and i will release the next chapter soon hopefully also i wanted to tag other people but for some reason it wouldn’t let me and i don’t know how to fix it
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It's Golden | Stephanie Brown
✦ pairing — Stephanie Brown x male!Plus Size Reader
✦ word count — 1.8k
✦ summary — Stephanie and you get lost in each other after a night of patrol.
✦ request — Is it okay if I ask for Stephanie Brown x m!reader fluffy smut. [...] if I may, could I add the one minor detail that the reader would be a fellow vigilante at least closely tied to the batfam?
✦ warnings — reader is a vigilante, mentions of violence, making out, mild smut, fluff.
✦ author's note i — I'm so sorry this took so long! I hope you're still around here, anon!
✦ author's note ii — I often think of Steph when I listen to Daylight by Taylor Swift so I drew a lot of inspiration from the song to write this.
You didn't expect to stay for long when you moved to Gotham. It was meant to be a long stop in your journey. You had left many cities before this one, better cities, crueler cities.
Calling it running away would be reductive when you carried yourself: the reason behind the many lines you crossed in the past.
Looking down at the city as the clock stroke midnight, you couldn't imagine yourself anywhere but there. Standing by wasn't your thing, but you were acquiring patience the way other people acquire tastes — with purpose.
Static in your comm made you perk up. "It's clear. Move south."
"On it."
You didn't think, you just moved. The night wasn't still anymore, yet the swoosh of the wind in your ears was your friend. Its company, as momentary as the thrill of jumping from building to building —spiking your heartbeat and ragging your breath—, were so uniquely Gothamite that you just knew you wouldn't have this in any other city.
Gotham was home now. The home you were bound to protect.
"All clear."
The only answer on the other side of the comm was a 'hmm'.
Your purpose joined you there. Spoiler stood beside you, like she had for a while now, alert and with her focus on the window right across the street.
The lights were off on the building, uncommon for the expensive condos. There was no movement, everything was so eerie that you feared for the worst.
She was calm, as if she had done this thousands of times. In a way, you supposed, she had.
And she helped you like nobody else ever had. She kept you calm and grounded, she was so herself that you couldn't describe her in simple words or phrases.
Fighting alongside her came easy, you were convinced your moves were more fluid when she was the one taking people down a few meters away from you.
Your idealist teenager self would be elated to know he'd make it. Many people laughed at you, about your dreams of making the world a better place, of saving people.
He wouldn't cope well with the fact that he had hurt many people in the process, trusted the wrong group of folks in the, then naive, desperation of becoming something better, something more.
Your start in Gotham hadn't been promising. Finding a job had been hard and you ended up storming out of far too many rooms in the span of six months.
Vigilantism hadn't crossed your mind until you helped Nightwing one night. You didn't even know you were helping him, you had been trying to stop an old man from getting mugged.
The inevitable question of where you learned to fight had glued you to your spot, but his unrelenting presence had prompted you to admit you were self-taught. Out of necessity, but you were.
He offered to help you polish some moves which you accepted, but your life didn't truly change until you got your first suit.
You didn't use that one anymore, it proved to be too thin for the type of maniacs Gotham harbored, but you kept it in your closet still.
Having a meal at the diner near Stephanie's place was commonpractice after a long night of crimefighting. It had been long before you started dating.
She slipped her arm under yours as you left the diner, pressing her palm against yours. You intertwined your fingers with hers as you walked toward her building.
She tilted her head. "Wanna come in?"
It was late so perhaps her offer, while tempting, should have been declined. You took your apprehension off with your jacket. And when you did, she smiled like she often did around you.
It was a smile you knew was just for you. A bit bashful yet incredibly warm.
You sat on the green sofa, twisting your body to gaze at her. She did the same, bright eyes mapping your face.
"Did you miss me today?” she teasingly asked, playful blue eyes searing into yours.
You hummed. "All day long."
Stephanie giggled, cocking her head close to you. "Sorry, babe. I'll be all yours tomorrow. Hopefully."
You reached over, briefly resting your hand on her head before you started to caress her hair. "Hopefully," you agreed.
She craned her neck, eyes on your lips. You unconciously leaned forward, pausing for a second — she hummed in a display of consent which prompted you to capture her lips with yours.
You applied just enough firmness to show her just how much you had missed her. Stephanie melted against you, lightly parting her lips to encourage you to kiss her harder.
And so you did, moving your hands to her waist where they rested as you kissed her slowly and passionately.
She cupped the back of your head as though scared you would pull away. As if you wouldn't give up oxygen for her.
Dragging your hands down to her hips, you pulled onto your lap. Begrudgingly, she briefly broke the kiss to straddle you properly.
With her arms around your shoulders, this time she initiated a kiss and she went straight to the point by intensifying it immediately.
Breathless, you brought a hand up to the back of her head to softly pull her face away. She took you in, gazing at you through her lashes.
She was breathtaking, carrying light with her wherever she went. Her glow was different around you, a glow just for you, caused by you.
"You're beautiful," you reminded her, "so beautiful."
Desire clouded her eyes as she raked her nails up and down the back of your head. "You always say that."
"And I always mean it."
She smiled, pressing her body against yours. "I've never seen a prettier man than you." She sighed. "You never believe me when I say it, but I always mean it too."
"I believe you," you confessed. She had never given you a reason to mistrust her. "I'm just afraid you haven't met him yet."
"Pfft. As if." Shifting on your lap, she bit her lip. "I like the way your eyes light up when we're like this."
It was your turn to smile. How could you not when she was the light of your life?
Before you could tell her so, she kissed you again. Stephanie was on a mission and you would never get in the way of her and her goals.
Tangling your fingers in her hair, you made her angle her head and kissed her just like she had kissed you moments ago. Stephanie fisted your shirt, lightly lifting it as she kissed you as hard as she could.
"I'm gonna take it off, yeah?" she panted against your lips.
"Yeah," you breathlessly answered. "Can I..."
"Yes." She pulled your shirt up your chest, prompting you to momentarily withdraw your hands from her body so she could take it off.
You slipped your palms under her shirt, lifting the clothing item little by little. As you pulled it off her, leaving her still in her bra, her hands drifted over your shoulders and chest.
She traced a scar you had on your right shoulder, gently dragging the pad of her finger over the flesh. You shuddered under her touch, pulling her into a searing kiss.
"Let's move to your room," you suggested.
Humming, Stephanie gave you a short kiss and tightly wrapped her arms around you. She loved when you carried her around and you loved doing it even more.
Securing her against you by snaking your arms around her middle, you stood up. She lifted her legs and swaddled them about your waist.
She playfully peppered kisses down your neck as you carried her to her bedroom, smiling against your skin when you struggled to open the door.
"Let me."
You gave your back to the door so she could turn the knob. Once she did, you stepped into the room and walked towards the bed.
She didn't let go of you as you attempted to ease her onto the mattress, instead bringing you down on top of her.
Careful not to hurt her, you kneeled between her legs and leaned in to kiss her. She smiled against your lips, dragging her hands down your back as she kissed you.
She brought a hand to the front to unzip your pants, feeling how hard you were as she did so.
You stood up to pull your pants off, feeling her eyes on you as you did so. Stephanie sat up, reaching over to place her hands on your waist.
She looked up at you with glinting eyes to then kiss a trail down your stomach. She hooked her fingers underneath the wistband of your underwear, prompting you to shiver.
Begrudgingly, you stopped her. Taking her face in both hands, you made her look up at you. "You first."
She contently sighed. "Okay."
You helped her stand up and dragged your hands down her sides. Reaching the waistband of her jeans, you said, "Gotta get rid of these."
She hummed, brushing her hair off her face as you undid her pants and tugged them down.
"Lay down, baby."
She did as you instructed, eyes on you as you fit yourself between her thighs again. You started a trail a kisses on her neck, passing by her collarbone and battling with your own desire to take her bra off already.
Patience was a virtue, you reminded yourself. This was about her. And so you began to gently stroker her over her underwear while kissing down her stomach.
Stephanie lifted her hips, leaning into your touch. The little moan she let out as you reached her thighs encouraged you to suck and bite her skin.
She was always so responsive to you, so how could you not pull her panties to the side and bury your face between her thighs?
Her hand on the back of your head, pushing you flush against her as you ate her out, only turned you on a little bit more.
As she recovered her breath, you finally unhooked her bra. Her breath hitched as you kissed her collarbone again. This time you also moved to pay attention to her breasts, sucking them gently and licking her nipples.
Her hands were suddenly on your underwear again, finally removing the item. She slowly stroked your cock, applying the tiniest bit of pressure.
"I don't have condoms with me," you admitted.
"There are some from the other day in the nightstand," she assured you.
You stretched your arm and reached for one. Once you had rolled it down your shaft, you hovered over her. "Ready?"
She eagerly nodded, biting her lip as you hovered over her. As you pushed in, she placed her hands on your shoulders and closed her eyes in pleasure.
In the morning, bright golden light sneaked in through the window. Stephanie's face was hidden in your chest as her bare skin glowed on top of you.
You didn’t dare wake her up — you only moved her hair off her face and away from your chest and gazed at her until sleep overcame you again.
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Not How His Monday Was Supposed to Go
Bruce Wayne x plus size reader
The new Wayne Enterprises board member has had enough of Bruce’s shit.
Warnings: Bruce is a bit of an asshole and a pig, mention of a family member needing surgery, swearing, reader is a girlboss, Bruce is low-key a sub, implied smut
WC: 1.1k
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When you agreed to act as your father’s representative for Wayne Enterprises as he recovered from surgery, you certainly weren’t expecting the CEO of the company to stroll in three hours late, dark purple bruises littering his muscular neck, dark shades perched on the end of his nose, suit and hair ruffled. 
You huffed as he crumpled into the stupidly expensive chair at the head of the table, only four seats down from you. You had to admit he was a very handsome man, with broad shoulders and dark hair that seemed to curl perfectly around his sculpted face. He gave an air of intimidation but his bright blue eyes made him seem approachable. “So what’d I miss?”
And suddenly your attraction to the man was gone.
Every meeting that followed, Bruce would strut into the room several hours late, one time he was already there when everyone arrived but he was asleep and still wearing the same clothes as the day before. Most times, he wouldn’t even show up, but when he did, he wouldn’t contribute anything meaningful to the conversation, simply giving generic anecdotes that related to the women he had seduced.
The most aggravating thing was, you knew how intelligent he could be. Sometimes it would just slip out. He would say something profound and incredibly smart but he would quickly catch himself and wave it off with some half-hearted comment like “or whatever the senator told me last night. Though I could have heard her wrong, her mouth was quite full”. It irked you to no end, especially being the only woman serving on the board.
As the weeks dragged on and your father’s health was improving, your own mental health was going completely downhill and by the time your last day arrived, you were done with this alpha male bullshit that Bruce loved to instigate. So, as your final meeting ended, which Bruce conveniently didn’t attend, you stormed off, ready to give the man a piece of your mind.
Your heels clacked on the polished floor leading to the massive corner office he had claimed for himself. As you neared the huge dark gray doors, you paused for a moment, pulling down your pencil skinny so it sat lower down your plump thighs instead of bunching up, and making sure you didn’t have any of those dreaded button gaps around your considerable bust. 
Taking in one last deep breath, trying to will yourself not to straggle the man right as you saw him, you gave a firm knock to the door and walked in. 
Your boss was hunched over his desk, intently staring at what appeared to be blueprints. His dark Armani suit jacket was off and hanging over the back of his chair, leaving him in only a white button-up that stretched across the bulk of his muscles. 
“Mr Wayne.” He glanced up from his work and a brief look of shock flashed across his face before he steeled his expression once more.
He muttered your name as he pushed his work to the side. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” The words were polite but his tone was anything but. He sounded like a typical frat boy who felt entitled to your attentions and affections. Your face fell into a scowl.
The door shut behind you with a slam, but you did not flinch. “Mr Wayne, this visit will be anything except a pleasure.” You strode forward with all the confidence in the world, anger swirling around you. “I have sat in that boardroom for weeks watching as you indulged men far below your moral and social standing. You have let them run wild, making a fool out of not only themselves but of you and your business.”
Bruce sat back in his chair, eyes wide as he watched you get closer and closer. “And I have had enough. I can see right through you Mr Wayne. You’re a smart man, you’re compassionate and generous, and yet you still act like these worms, pretend to be like them for some dumbass reason.”
You planted your hands onto his desk and loomed over the CEO. “So no matter what you do outside of this office that might redeem your flimsy character, you still let shit like this happen here and that makes you just as bad as those little boys. Fuck you Mr Wayne. Next time I see you, I will kick you in the nuts so hard your kids will feel it.”
And with that you turned and strode out like a conquering hero before realising you forgot something. You stuck your head back into his office. “Oh and go to all your meetings like a goddamn adult.” The door slammed shut on a bewildered looking Bruce who’s pants suddenly seemed a couple sizes too small.
“Wait wait wait. So the first time mom talked to you she cussed you out and threatened to assault you!” Tim exclaimed, eyes wide with shock. Dick and Jason seemed both amused and disgusted while Damian just looked at his father with immeasurable disappointment. Bruce smirked as he watched his boys have a simultaneous meltdown. The question had been a simple one, how did their parents meet, but it seems like they weren’t ready for the answer
“Yep.” He said proudly. “And let me tell you, it was the sexiest thing she’s ever done.”
“Ugh!”
“Gross!”
“Y’all are nasty!”
“Don’t talk about our mother like that!” They all screamed at once and, like usual, came to protect your honour. But Bruce just chuckled.
“She was a powerful woman, what can I say?” 
“Was?” You cooed suddenly over his shoulder. “Who’s the one running Wayne Enterprises now?” Your sharp nails dragged along the skin top of his chest where his tight shirt didn’t cover. He shivered under your touch, his entire body going to mush.
You looked up from your now boneless husband to your sons. “Your father was a real piece of work when I first met him but I fixed him up real good.” You purred and pressed the tips of your nails into his skin.
Jason was the first to break, surprisingly. “Jesus Christ!” He cried out, slapping his hands over his ears. Then, they toppled like dominos.
Dick was positively green, Tim had a vein in his neck that looked like it was about to burst and Damian was glaring at the floor. “Go on boys, get out of here before I teach your father another lesson.” In a collective pile, they tumbled from the room, scrambling to get as far away as possible.
Bruce turned swiftly as soon as the boys were out of earshot and grabbed your hips to tug you down onto the chair with him. “Come on, Mrs Wayne, tell me how bad I’ve been.”
Request: Meets her at Wayne Co, she’s a new board member and have a few words for playboy Bruce who misses many meetings
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Yay! HC Jason and Chubby!reader celebrating Jason's birthday, Please? Fluffy domestic! ❤️
CAN'T BELIEVE I MISSED MY SON'S BIRTHDAY.
Rating: Fluff
Jason is torn between wanting to wake up to the smell of breakfast cooking or wanting to wake up to you still in his arms
So ultimately that decision is up to you - surprise him!
Really, if you ask him, he'll say that he just wants to spend his birthday alone, cuddled up with you (which it's mildly uncomfortable because Jason it is August, the hottest month of the year in Gotham and you want to cuddle???)
But he'd also happily go along with anything you plan and he would love to see the types of things you plan for him
If you're okay with PDA he gets extra touchy and clingy on his birthday
Not too risque, just he'll be hugging you from behind quite often than usual and he is always firmly holding your hand
Jason is probably the most easy-going person when it comes to his birthday
Because he's just fine to go along with whatever
Sitting home watching movies? Truly a great day
Going skydiving? Awesome, he will never forget that
Exploring the local zoo and aquarium? You can bet Jason is going to come up with some hilarious jokes while there
"Oh that asshole there looks like Tim"
"Jay, that's a meerkat..."
The only thing he says he wouldn't want to do is visit the Wayne manor
Even though he knows damn well it's expected of him to come over for dinner to celebrate his birthday
And all of the batfam looks forward to celebrating birthdays
And Alfred always has all of his favorite dishes prepared
Gift wise, Jason really doesn't want anything from you
Just spending time together with him is gift enough
But if you want to get something he could always use more sarcastic shirts, or socks. He's always losing his socks...
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