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Life Decisions - Tim Drake x Reader

Requested by Anon - WE NEED MORE TIM! Can we get a Tim Drake x reader where they go to a haunted house place and have some Halloween fun?

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“(Y/N)?” Tim whispered, sliding open your dorm room window and stepping inside. The lights were off. He closed your window before switching on your lamp. His eyes widened when he found your room empty. Your bed was made. Backpack gone.

Worry ate at his insides. It was past midnight. He pulled his phone out of his jeans. For times like these, Tim always kept a change of civvies on the roof just in case. He would die before he crawled into your room in his Robin suit.

No message from you. Tim sat on your bed. Panic welled up inside him. Today was not the day for you to go missing on him. Tim’s hand shook, eyes burning. He took a deep breath. Calm down. Maybe you just hadn’t gotten back yet?

His finger hovered over the tracker app on his phone when he heard a key unlocking the door. Tim hid in your adjoining bathroom as the door opened.

“Tim?” You asked, stopping in the doorway when you saw your lamp was on.

“I’m here.” Tim stepped out with a sigh. He grabbed you in a hug, not even letting you take off your backpack or jacket first. You melted in his arms. The chill of October was on your clothes. “Where were you?”

You kissed his cheek and rubbed his back. “I’m sorry. I was working on a group project in the library and it ran longer than I thought.” Tim tightened his arms around you. “What’s wrong, Timmy?”

Tim pulled away. He was revealing too much. “Nothing. I was just worried about you.” Tim closed your door and locked it. You took off your backpack and coat. Your eyes watched him with that almost x-ray vision. A frown pulled at your lips.

You took his hand, tugging him to face you. Tim met your eye. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here, Tim. I should have texted you where I was.” You brushed your lips against his. “I think we need some coffee, huh? To warm us up?”

Tim nodded numbly. You pushed him to sit on your bed before kicking off your shoes and moving to your Keurig. Tim bought it for you when you moved into your dorm. He sat back on your bed, looking at the pictures on your wall.

There was one of you and Tim at high school graduation. You were kissing his cheek while he laughed. Another picture was of your family. Tim knew them well enough. He felt a little resentful toward them only because they were the ones to convince you not to move in with him. Instead they wanted you to stay in the dorms.

Logically, Tim understood their reasons. They didn’t want you to commit to someone when you were just starting college. It’s not like it mattered so much anymore. Tim quickly learned that his home was wherever you were.

You suddenly pressed a mug into his hand, breaking his train of thought. Tim blinked and took a sip. He hummed. Pumpkin spice. You smiled. “I know, couldn’t resist when I saw it at the store. It just makes me feel like it’s fall.” You turned to make your own cup.

The coffee stilled Tim’s shaking hands. You moved to change out of your clothes. Tim watched. It was soothing to him, a way to know you were alive and well. That you trusted him enough to see you without any barrier.

Tim sighed, looking away to calm himself. You were pulling on his sweatshirt, the one he gave you in the tenth grade when you were cold on a school trip, and leaving your legs bare.

He took another sip of his coffee. You chatted about your classes and the group project you were working on. Tim half-listened. He enjoyed the sound of your voice as he looked around your room. It was so you. So comforting. Lately, you and your dorm room was the place he could truly relax.

You sat cross-legged on your bed facing Tim with your own mug in hand. “Timmy, what’s going on?” You looked at him, straight into his very soul.

Tim looked down at your bare legs. His hand moved to rub your calf. Your skin was so warm and smooth. “I had a fight with Bruce.”

You held your mug in front of your face, your eyes watching him from over the rim. Tim’s hand stayed on your calf. “About what?” you asked when Tim didn’t continue.

“Bruce doesn’t even have the right to lecture me. Look at his life.” Tim growled. He thought he had gotten his frustration out on the way to your dorm, but he guessed he didn’t. “Everything is the mission to him.”

You hummed, sipping your coffee. Tim set his mug down and laid down on the bed. “Bruce cornered me when I was about to go on patrol. He wanted to know what my future plans are.” Tim pulled at his hair, hoping it would help. It just hurt.

“Future plans?” You reached over to pull his hands out of his hair. “Tim, you already know your future plans.”

Tim sighed. He was taking a few online classes while working at Wayne Enterprises. Most nights, he still patrolled the city as a Robin. At some point, he was planning on proposing to you and going wherever you wanted to go. Of course, you didn’t know about that part.

“But he wants more. Bruce went on and on about me pursuing my passions. I told him I was, but he kept nagging. Then he went into how I should go to college full time. I told him I liked working at Wayne Enterprises and my online classes are fine.” Tim looked at you. “After all, I spent most of my senior year getting college credit.”

You nodded. “I know, I was right beside you in all those classes. Saved us a year.”

Tim sat up and grabbed his coffee again. He downed it. You frowned. “It’s like he was attacking me. Then Damian had to add his opinion on how I’m a waste of human flesh,” Tim said, setting the mug down loudly. “It was unprompted too. Nothing triggered it. It’s like he just decided to jump me right when I was about to go on patrol.”

You held out your free hand to him. Tim shuffled into your arms, resting his chin on your shoulder. You set down your coffee and laid down so he was resting on your chest. “I’m sure Bruce meant it out of concern for you, but it’s your life, Tim.” You kissed his temple, rubbing soothing circles into his back. Tim melted. “Also Damian is a twerp.”

A chuckle slipped out of him. His worries and frustration drained away. He turned his head, burying his face into your neck. You hummed, kissing the side of his head. “I love you,” Tim mumbled against your skin.

He felt you shiver. “I love you too and you can do anything you want to do, honey. No one can stop you and don’t feel pressured by Bruce or Damian. Don’t let them get to you.”

Tim shifted off you, so you both could climb under the covers. Your bed was only a twin, but roomy enough for you and Tim to cuddle together and sleep if you wanted. The two of you laid on your sides, looking into each other’s eyes.

His hand found yours, squeezing it tight. “Is it okay if I spend the night?”

“I’d be surprised if you didn’t,” you laughed, kissing his lips sweetly. He tasted the pumpkin spice on your lips. You ran your fingers through his hair.

Tim hummed, leaning into your touch as his eyes fell closed. Your fingers were so soft. Slowly, he drifted off to sleep.

***

You woke to your phone buzzing somewhere in your room. Slowly extracting yourself from Tim, you looked around your room. Sleep still had you in it’s grasp, making you disoriented and confused.

Finally, you found your phone on top of your clothes from last night. You crawled out of your warm cocoon and tiptoed on the cold floor to answer your phone. “Hello?” you coughed, voice still dripping with sleep.

“(Y/N), is Tim with you? He’s not answering his phone,” a concerned voice growled at you. You frowned, taking a moment to place the voice as Batman. Why didn’t he know Tim was with you already? Oh wait. The memory of Tim’s fight with Bruce came back to you.

“He is.” An edge came to your voice. “What the hell was that? Can’t you be happy with what he has done? The work he does for you and the city?” The words spilled out of your mouth. “Why can’t you be supportive of him and give him the space to figure out what he wants to do? I won’t see him coming over here so upset again.”

The other end of the call was silent. You smiled. A laugh almost spilled out of you, but you held it in. “Tell him to call me before he goes to work.” He hung up on you.

“Well, bye to you too.” You rolled your eyes and set your phone on your desk before climbing back into bed with Tim. Tim mumbled in his sleep. “Hush, it’s just me.” You kissed his forehead. He wrapped his arms around you to pull you into him. His warmth chased away the chill and you joined him in dreamland.

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Tim stepped out of your bathroom with a towel around his waist to find you making a cup of coffee with a pop tart half in your mouth. He grinned when you turned to look at him, eyes widening as he approached. Your eyes were taking in his bare chest, dropping down to his hips. Tim chuckled. “Like what you see?” he asked.

With no hesitation, he leaned toward you and took a bite out of the pop tart in your mouth.

Your eyebrows raised as you ripped the pop tart out of your mouth. “Get your own,” you said, chewing your bite.

“You mean that wasn’t for me?” Tim gasped. He kissed your cheek.

“Sure, sure.” You shook your head, but the smile on your lips told him you didn’t mind. He went to get dressed. You watched, crossing your arms. “I don’t have class until two today. Do you need to go into work or...?”

Tim buttoned his jeans. “I mean, I could change a meeting or two.” He bit his lip. The meetings weren’t very important, more like procedure. “I should call Bruce though, like he asked.”

“More like demanded,” you said. The coffee finished. You handed him the cup. He took a sip. Maple pecan this time. He licked his lips to savor the taste.

“I’ll call him now, then move my meetings back.” Tim kissed your lips. “We’ll have the morning to ourselves.”

“You better,” you mumbled into the kiss before pulling away. Fully knowing he was watching, you stripped right in front of him and walked into your bathroom. You left the door open, allowing Tim to look inside.

He smirked, but turned away. Work first, then play. He took out his phone and called Bruce.

***

Tim wondered if he was walking into a trap.

You claimed it was his paranoia. Tim replied that what everyone thought was his paranoia did turn out to be right most of the time.

It was Friday afternoon. You and Tim were on a plane, flying to Coast City. Bruce’s call had been a peace offering. He gifted the two of you a weekend away to visit Coast City’s Scarefest. Scarefest was one of the biggest haunted house complexes in the country. Bruce claimed you had mentioned wanting to go.

When did you mention that to him? You and Bruce rarely spoke.

Tim’s frown deepened as the flight attendant came around with drinks and snacks. “Stop brooding,” you whispered in his ear as you took his hand. Tim raised an eyebrow at you. Your textbook sat on the tray, covered with your notes and highlighted sections.

“I’m not brooding, but this is so unlike him.” Tim bit his lip. He sat up straighter and looked around the plane. Nothing seemed out of place.

You went back to your textbook, but your hand stayed in his. “I will agree it’s strange, but I think Bruce was simply trying to ask for forgiveness.” You flipped a page. “Bruce always throws money around when he tries to show some semblance of emotion. Remember when he bought Damian a farm just because the twerp declared he wanted to be a farmer.”

Tim couldn’t stop the smirk pulling at his lips. “Turns out Jason dared him to tell Bruce that.” He chuckled. “The look on their faces when Bruce handed Damian the deed to the farm.”

“Priceless.” You leaned your head on his shoulder. “Now relax and enjoy. We both could use a vacation.” You squeezed his hand. “Not to mention I can cross Scarefest off my bucket list.”

“Tell me about it again,” Tim said, kissing your head. He knew you were excited. That’s why you were cramming on the plane, so you were free to enjoy the weekend to the fullest.

Maybe you were right, Bruce was probably just being overly generous. However, as you started to recount all things about Scarefest, Tim couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling in his chest.

***

Tim looked out the window of the four-star hotel room, studying the city below like it was plotting against him. He smiled when he heard you gasp and coo as you explored the hotel room. You weren’t used to this type of luxury.

“Look at this tv,” you said, hopping onto the king-sized bed. You giggled, hugging yourself.

“I’m glad you like it, sweetheart.” Tim went to join you on the bed. You snuggled into his side. “Do you want to order in tonight?”

You nodded. “We can and then we can eat in the hot tub.”

“We have a hot tub?” Tim raised an eyebrow and looked around the room.

“In the bathroom. A giant corner one.” You kissed his cheek. “Besides, we should rest tonight, because tomorrow we’ll be up super late for Screamfest.”

Tim hummed, letting go of his worries. “Can’t wait.” He was happy that you were happy.

***

You squeezed his hand as you pulled him in line for a Dracula themed haunted house. “Now this one is supposed to be amazing,” you whispered to him.

Tim smiled, kissing your cheek. “As long as it’s not clowns again.” He shivered. The last house was circus themed with killer clowns. He had to admit that he did push you behind him on the few scares.

“You did well, but we won’t go into that one again,” you said, leaning against him and closing your eyes. Screams echoed from the haunted houses. People’s laughter quickly followed. Tim relaxed. When you first arrived, Tim tensed at every scream, ready to go into vigilante mode. However, he was becoming desensitized to the screams.

“If you didn’t grab my arm, I would’ve punch one of the clowns in the face,” Tim chuckled, frowning slightly when he noticed some men in black skull masks. He watched them as they disappeared into one of the doors labeled ‘Staff Only’. “Is there like a skeleton themed house?”

Tim watched as you took out your phone to look at the website. “No, we got Killer Clowns, Dracula, Cornfield of Horrors, Baby’s First Exorcism, and Cinderella’s Nightmare. Honestly though, they could be part of a few of them anyway. I could see skeletons in Cinderella’s Nightmare.” You looked up at him. “What did you see?”

“Men that were wearing the kind of masks Black Mask’s men wear.” Tim bit his lip. The line moved slowly. More screams and laughter filled the air.

You hummed. “Well, we aren’t in Gotham, so maybe they sell those kind?” You hugged his arm. “But you aren’t allowed to wear costumes here though.”

Tim kissed your temple. “I might make a call after this house.”

“That’s okay. I wanted to get a snack after this one anyway.” You laughed, closing your eyes as you rested your head on his shoulder. “I guess Bruce might have brought us here for a mission, huh?”

“I knew it.” Tim kissed the top of your head. Anger boiled in his gut. Bruce had no right to trick him into a mission. Not to mention risking you. Tim closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting the cool air soothe him.

***

Once he had you settled with some pizza skulls and ghoul juice, Tim and you slipped off to a quiet corner table in one of the ‘safe zones’. Tim had his phone pressed to his ear, annoyed with every ring that went unanswered.

“Try this.” You held up one of the pizza skulls to his lips. Tim took a bite, eyes widening. You smiled happily.

“Okay, you were right. It’s good,” Tim mumbled with his mouth full. He swallowed as the phone kept ringing in his ear.

“Always am.” You winked at him. Tim’s call went to voice mail. He frowned, leaving a curt call me message to Bruce. Tim called Alfred next.

Typical Alfred picked up after the second ring. “Hello Master Tim. Are you enjoying the festival?”

Tim sighed. “Alfred, can I speak to Bruce please?” He pinched the bridge of his nose. A headache brewed in his temple. You watched him, finishing the pizza skull.

Alfred hummed. “Master Bruce is currently helping Mr. Kent with an extraterrestrial issue.”

“So he sent (Y/N) and I on a mission without telling us and left the planet?!” Tim’s voice cracked. You reached over to squeeze his arm. Your touch calmed him instantly.

“Master Tim, you aren’t on a mission. You’re on vacation,” Alfred said rather slowly as if he was explaining something to a toddler. “Master Bruce had nothing to do with your vacation. I was the one who sent you on it as a treat for you and Mx. (Y/N). As a way to give you and Mx. (Y/N) a chance to experience something new. Live your life so to speak as Master Bruce hypocritically confronted you about.”

Tim almost dropped the phone. “What?!”

You looked at him with wide eyes. Tim opened and closed his mouth before handing the phone to you. You frowned. “Hi Alfred. Tim crashed and he has to reboot.”

Alfred said something and you laughed. Tim ran a hand over his face, feeling very stupid. “But Bruce is the one who told me about this?” Tim said as you put the call on speaker.

“It was my idea, Master Tim. Master Bruce just acted like it was his.” Alfred clicked his tongue.

“Now that sounds like Bruce,” you giggled, kissing Tim’s cheek. “We should have known.”

“But what about those men in the black skull masks?” Tim glanced around. He felt like this must have been some big joke. “They aren’t Black Mask’s men?”

Alfred hummed. “I don’t know about that, but Master Jason has already cut off Black Mask’s operations everywhere, but Gotham.”

“So in other words, Tim is just being paranoid?” you asked, leaning into Tim’s side and smiling up at him with love and patience. He didn’t deserve you. His face burned slightly.

“It would appear so, but I will look into it,” Alfred said. Tim looked back at you, ignoring the guilt gnawing his gut. “Now I expect you both to enjoy yourselves from here on out. Don’t make me come down there.”

Tim swallowed. “Yes, Alfred.”

“Thank you, Alfred.” You kissed Tim’s cheek and hung up the phone.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I guess I tricked myself into seeing something that wasn’t there.” He took your hand and kissed the back of it.

“It’s okay.” You pecked his lips as someone screamed just a little ways away. “I love your mind, Tim. You are so smart.” You kissed him again. “Besides, most of the time, your brilliant self is right, but I have to say, I’m happy you’re wrong today.”

Tim took a deep breath. “Honestly, me too.” He smiled. The tension he had been holding from the moment they left Gotham drained out of him. He took your hand. “Now let’s go get in line for another house. The night is still young.”

“Music to my ears.” You pulled him out of the ‘safe zone’ and straight toward the sound of the loudest screams.

***

Tim flinched, barely catching you in time as the eyeless stepmother and stepsisters jumped out from behind Cinderella’s wedding alter. A little scream escaped your lips, hugging Tim’s neck so tight that he couldn’t breathe.

Quickly as he could, Tim carried you the last few steps out of the house. You relaxed once you were outside, giggling sheepishly before realizing with wide eyes that you were choking Tim. “Oh, sorry babe.” You dropped your arms and shuffled out of the way as more people hurried out of the house.

“It’s okay. They got me too.” Tim smiled, rubbing his neck. “That was a good one.”

“I didn’t think they’d lean so much into Grimm’s version of Cinderella. Very cool, but the stepmother and stepsisters...” You shivered. “Their makeup is too good.”

Tim hummed, kissing your cheek and taking your hand. He led you toward the well-lit gift shop. “I’m glad we came to this.”

“You are?” You picked up a shirt of Cinderella’s Nightmare and held it to your chest. Tim chuckled as he watched you put it over your arm. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather be working?”

“I’m sure.” Tim kissed your temple. “I’m here with the person I love, having fun.” He smiled. “I think that’s what I want to do with my life. I mean, I’ve saved the world enough times already that I think I’ve earned the right to take it easy. Be with you and have fun.”

You looked at him, beaming. Slowly, you wrapped your arms around him, kissing him with a passion that he was honestly surprised by. Someone hooted at you a second later. You pulled away, panting slightly. “Good, because I want that too.” You tapped his nose. Tim chuckled. “And next time Bruce confronts you and tries to tell you what to do, you just tell him to buzz off.”

“And I run off with you.” Tim smirked as your eyes widened. However, the sparkle in them told him you were pleased. “I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Timmy.” You kissed him again. The two of you ignored the hoots and sneers that followed, happy for the time together.

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strange-birb · 8 months

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Had to when I saw the quote lol

I love Jason sm 😂

Og post @batfam-imagines

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icantseepurple · 1 month

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Late night thought.

You know how when you need to put a cat down you can kinda just gentle toss them. And that sometimes people who are use to holding cats then hold a dog and forget that you can't really do the same thing for them. So they end up just throwing a dog. I would like to imagine that was what it was like for Bruce to go from having Dick as a child to Jason.

Bruce main experience with children would be this little acrobat who would just jump/flip out of his arms and honestly enjoyed the extra momentum of the toss when being put down. So that's just how he is use to releasing kids when carrying them. But then he has Jason, and is holding him and they have a cute moment, but then by instinct he throws Jason, and Jason just thumps to the ground. And both of them are staring at each other with confusion.

#batfam #batfamily #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #batman #nightwing #red hood #this is how i like to imagine my worlds #dick is a gravity defying cat #and jason is a scrappy adorable street dog

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janasrdhr · 7 months

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This is the DC Masterlist. As shown, it features multiple tabs, each designed to facilitate navigation to the particular story of your choice. Please note that a few are yet to be introduced and updated further. Happy reading, lovelies!

⋆ Batfamily

Bruce Wayne:

Richard (Dick) Grayson:

Jason Todd:

⤷ Are you tired, Jason?

Tim Drake:

Damian Wayne:

#batfamily masterlist #batfamily #batfamily imagines #arrowfamily imagines #dc fanfic #dc comics #dc universe #dc imagine #masterlist #source: cafekitsune #credits: cafekitsune

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frownyalfred · 1 month

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Tim/Kon being a peak ship except every few days they realize they’re acting too much like Bruce and Clark and have to ditch the relationship until they can look at each other again without flinching.

#imagine arguing with your bf and realizing you’re exactly like your dad #I would be horrified #tim drake #kon el #connor kent #bruce wayne #batman #dc #batfamily #superbat #clark kent #Superman #timkon

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jaysgirlx · 4 months

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You, while playing with Jason's hair: Do the scars still hurt?

Jason: All the fucking time.

You: Do they hurt, when I touch them or-

Jason: No no no, it's more of a mental thing…sometimes when you touch them they bring back bad memories before I…

You: Then why don't you ever pull away?

Jason: Because I know you're not trying to hurt me, I know that you're safe? I don't know the fucking words for this…

*He rests his head on your shoulder*

Jason: Just don't leave.

You: I never will Jay.

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mostly-imagines · 26 days

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Banished

jason todd x fem!reader

aka jason misses his girlfriend

warnings: extremely mild angst, he’s just mopey (he’s fine)

Jason sits slumped over the kitchen island, head lying in his crossed arms. His now soggy cereal disregarded after barely a few bites.

Dick’s been rummaging through the cabinets for the better part of twenty minutes and Tim sits atop of the nook table shoving donuts in his mouth for the better part of thirty.

Damian trudges past them to the nook bench, taking out a knife and beginning to whittle away at a block of wood.

He glances at Jason with a scowl. “If you’re going to be so miserable, can’t you do it in your own home?”

Jason just grunts.

He wishes. You and Bruce had conspired to trap him at the mansion for the week so he could heal from injuries sustained during the last mission without risk of him suiting up and sneaking away from you in the middle of the night.

It’s not even the fact that he’s basically being babysat that’s got him so disgruntled. He wouldn’t mind it at all if you were here too. But you were dead set that the manor was too far out of your way for work, so you’d stay behind. A lose-lose for Jason.

“He’s just mad his girlfriend kicked him out.” Dick teases, swiping through the fridge.

Tim snorts from the doorway, “Me too. He’s a lot more depressing on his own.”

Jason kept his head down as he blindly reached for the spoon in his cereal and chucked it at Tim’s head.

Tim catches it without thought, continuing, “A lot more irritable, at least. Why isn’t she here?”

“She’s gotta work.” Dick says, scanning through the pantry.

Damian peeps his head up from his project. “But Todd has a rather large supply of less than legally obtained money, does he not?”

“Yeah, but she said she wants to pay her own rent, I think.” Dicks hums, finally giving up on his quest for a snack.

Damian pauses.

“So she wants to live in a tiny apartment?” He asks, a mixture of confused and horrified.

“Watch your mouth.” Jason mumbles.

“It was a genuine question!” Damian protests, face screwed up.

Jason finally lifts his head up, turning to his little brother with a raised brows. “And I’m genuinely going to break your nose.”

It’s an empty threat, maybe. But it was enough to shut Damian up anyways. Jason turns back to his cereal and swishes the bowl around.

Dick rests his arms on the counter across from Jason and speaks lowly. “You know, it is just a few days. She’s coming back.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Jason was never one for showing his feelings—let alone talking about them.

He misses you, plain and simple. Dick could see that much clearly, though the longing looked unfamiliar on Jason.

Bruce lingers in the hallway, just past the island, listening.

He’ll admit (to himself) that he’s worried about Jason. It’s been three days and Jason has yet to show a crack in this demeanor. And while it’s not uncommon for him to stow himself away, there is something quite wrong with the way he hasn’t countered his brother’s jabs at him or teased them.

And while he could do without the blatant threats, he’s proud to hear his son defending his girlfriend, even over trivial things. It’s one of the few moments where he feels like he did right by him as a father.

And now here’s his son, caring about someone else more than he cares about himself. Someone who’s a good person, no less. It had been your idea to trick Jason into staying at the manor, you were scared that he would push his body past its limit when you couldn’t do anything to help.

Bruce knew you didn’t feel great about basically banishing him for the week but he could see that you just wanted what was best for Jason. He could see it so clearly. Maybe Bruce could never have been a perfect father, could never have given his son everything he needed despite having more money than he could ever use. Maybe he couldn’t help him, even now.

But you could.

Bruce peers around the corner, leaning up against the doorframe.

He watches Damian give up on carving at his block and start into the leg of the table.

He watches the bickering that broke out after Tim grab the last glazed donut, which was apparently the only thing Dick could possibly fathom eating.

And he watches Jason.

As Jason’s phone lights up on the counter next to him. He glances down at it with a frown before his face absolutely lights up.

He scrambles to pick the phone up and starts typing away. A quiet action that catches the attention of all of his brothers.

He types and types, waits for ten seconds for a response and types and types again—smile on his face.

The Waynes didn’t need to be the greatest detectives in the world to know who he was texting.

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roxineedstosleep · 2 years

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just found ur blog and i love the battinson posts being protected by his kids do you think i could get a one shot with the batfam in quarantine and jason pretending to hate it but he actually loves being around bruce so often? maybe jealous batkids who really don't like when bruce isn't paying attention to them bc he's on a work meeting or talking with clark and want his attention on them (maybe damian and jason and tim with dick and cass saying they're stupid but going along with it) thanks and sorry if this is too long

First: Sorry for be too late about this.

Usally One Shots takes a bit extra of time, since a need to put a structure, and to not mention the translation process. Since English is not my native lenguage.

Sooo, lets start.

(best description os Bruce and all his children during the pandemic lockdown)

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Quarantine was soooooo complicated.

People getting sick, companies going down or going up, doctors and nurses isolating themselves from their families, parents losing children and children losing parents, families coming together and families splitting up, couples finding each other.....

You know what I mean, don't you?

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So, Bruce even though he has the benefit of having a mega mansion for him and his family and a few other properties around the city, the country and the rest of the world... let's just say he didn't have as much privacy as others would have thought.

First: Knowing that many shelters would go bankrupt or lack the capacity to house the many people who needed them, Bruce decided to temporarily lend out some of the smaller properties (his own and not the Wayne family's) so that the rent money would not be a burden to those groups in need.

Second: Happily for him, and the workers of his company, it was not a few months before the lock-in that Wayne Co. had invested in various actions in different medical fields. So they did not have big losses or at least almost all of their workers were able to keep their jobs. Those who had not been so lucky had either been sent as support to the areas that needed them most or had their pay docked for another 9 months while they looked for another job (their decision, not Bruce's).

Third: All their children decided to get together so they could get through the pandemic together... and apparently they had developed a dual personality as puppies.

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Bruce loves his kids, and now that he can spend more time with them and actually interact with them as a real family, he wants to make the most of the situation. He doesn't have to patrol much anymore, since even the villains are locked up in their respective hideouts, and he thought at first that this would allow him to spend more time relaxing.

...

So idiotic of him.

Even though the mansion was terribly huge, there always seemed to be someone in every place.

Dick had moved in at the beginning, as he was sharing a case with Tim and was in the mansion when everyone was put under mandatory lockdown. Tim was still living with him, though he was leaving with the Titans seasonally so he could work better with his team; as the case had been in Gotham he had no problem with the lockdown. Damian .... Well, Damian was still a kid, so he was with him all the time.

But Jason had been a pleasant surprise.

The day after all the newscasts said about the lockdown, Bruce was surprised by Jason at the entrance of the mansion.

His son was carrying several suitcases, a couple of planters and various other things in boxes behind him. He looked exhausted, and thoroughly disgusted by the stain the pot had left on his shirt, but not by being there.

Before he could say anything or get up to help him with his things he blurted out

"Look old man, one of the Crime Valley prostitutes has been kicked out for not paying her share, she's got 1 kid and another friend who's in the same boat.... I rented my flat to them until they could get something better. So I'd appreciate it if you'd move out of the door and let me in. I don't want Alfie nagging me about mud stains."

Bruce knows it's a lie, he knows Jason gave them his flat for free until they could get a job, which he plans to offer, and he doesn't tell him any more.

He is happy to see all his children in the same place and that his prodigal son was now there was the best thing that could have happened to him.

Well... until the attachment issues started to pass.

Of course they did.

Don't misunderstand him.

He loves his offspring. He loves them with all his being, every fibre and cell in his body is basically dedicated to loving and caring for his children and Alfred... as well as the city, of course.

But, because of the lifestyle before, Bruce never realised how little he physically interacted with them outside of training. And it pains him to realise it at this point in his life.

So he decides to make up for it a little bit, you know?

He's getting closer with Dick every month, he pats Tim on the back a few times when he sees him sad, he gives Damian kisses on the head when he's having his... annoying moments. And he even gives Jason hugs when he notices he's not going to jump on him like an angry cat.

And while the boys were initially uncomfortable with his presence, they got used to it, and with a little more time (dangerously fast, as Alfred jokes) they themselves became more enthusiastic about his displays of affection.

And even they themselves became more and more enthusiastic about his displays of affection.

That was a good sign of reliability.

Wasn't it?

So, now, whenever one of her children could, he would give him hugs, kisses on his face, or cling as close to his side as he could. His heart was pounding so hard and so happily that he never noticed the almost obsessive way in which his children were becoming attached to him.

Not that he saw anything wrong with it either... but Alfred did, and he was always telling him that he should tell his children that they should learn to be moderate in their displays of affection.

Not that it bothered him so much.

He doesn't mind Damian sneaking into his bed in the middle of the night because of a nightmare.... accompanied by all his siblings, and almost crushing him because all his children are bigger than him (except Damian and Tim, who haven't finished growing up yet).

He doesn't mind Dick using him as a barbell, almost everyone in the mansion has started training inside the Batcave gym (to keep in shape)... even though he refuses to let go of him no matter how much he reminds him to do Wayne Co.'s work.

It doesn't bother him that Tim always asks him to share his desk, as it's a good way for them to get the office work done quickly... even if Damian joins them for their virtual classes and always wants to give his opinion, hanging on his back like a Titi monkey.

And, also, he doesn't mind that Jason is always looking at him and carrying him around to hug him when they're watching movies or series in a familiar way. Jason wouldn't hesitate to hold him in his lap and cuddle him like a cuddly toy... He kind of missed the way he and Jason used to do that when Jason was a kid. Although now his son is a giant.

The point is that it doesn't bother him, it doesn't bother him at all...

But it can be a tiny, petty bit too much at times.

Like the time he had to lock the bathroom door... because Damian (using Titus as an excuse) would come in without permission, just because he was sitting alone.

Or the time Dick refused to let him go all day and everyone in the League saw how Nightwing was stuck on his hip with Batman.

Or the time Tim refused to work one day, just because Bruce wouldn't join him at the desk.

Or the time Jason walked into the middle of a Wayne Co. meeting. Looking completely terrified (since he'd been in there with Damian and Tim at the same time), demanding that he put Band-Aids on him because his brothers had used Alfred (the cat) during their feud... and he refused to leave until he put some Wonder Woman themed Band-Aids on him.

And let's just say that Alfred had also tried to do everything he could to control the level of attachment his children were generating.

Don't get it wrong, he and Alfred love their kids... but like any human being Bruce needed time to himself to catch up on some company and League stuff.

And that brings him to where he is now.

You'll see.

While the board of directors had no objection to their children's interruptions at regular meetings, there were some that did or did need to be discussed without the need to stop the conversation over Mr. Tuxedo's missing around (baby squirrel Damian had found abandoned in the garden) or Jason's sobbing attachment (after Dicks put on a purple t-shirt by mistake).

So, he and Alfred had to find a way to keep the kids distracted (because even they would come into the shower to ask him questions) and have at least 40 minutes of uninterrupted table meeting.

So, for the sake of the meeting, Alfred sent all the kids out to get the groceries for the house. Not that they were short of food... or even their own vegetable garden, but they couldn't find another way to distract them without them not being there.

It was silly, unreliable that they didn't think so, but ironically it worked.

Dick grabbed Damian to go to the harbour to get fresh fish... Lots of fresh fish. And Tim pulled Jason to get various cleaning supplies that Alfred had specified in a detailed list.

As soon as the boys set foot outside the mansion, Bruce took refuge in one of the hidden storage rooms in the mansion's attic, and locked it and locked it from the inside.

The talk, to his success and rare satisfaction, went quite well on the whole... or so he thought.

It was only five minutes before it was all over, when he heard several feet running and moving things down the corridor.

"Baba! Look what I found! Her name is Dory and she's our new Starfish Mascot!"

"B! Can you tell Damian that we don't have a proper aquarium for Dory yet? B?! Where are you?"

" Old man !!!! Tell the Replacement that I'm not giving him any of my yogurt!... Oldman?"

"You don't even like yoghurt! You only bought it because it has Wonder Woman's face on the cover - at least give me a taste!"

"Baba! Dory want to meet you!"

"B, where are you?"

" Old man! Tim eats my yogurth"

Bruce couldn't even close the Zoom meeting before Jason, because clearly no one but Jason has the savage strength to break an iron cantol, broke into the deposit.

"Oldman, tell Tim he owes me a Wonder Woman yogurt and- Oh, you were just having a Zoom?" He said "Never mind, what matters is that you should tell Tim he owes me a yogurt."

He couldn't do much after that. His laptop was disconnected, ending the meeting, and he was charged back to where the rest of his children were demanding his attention.

Well... Not that the Chat was all that interesting anyway.

What was interesting was having to explain to Damian that Dory would have to go back to an aquarium because they couldn't take care of a starfish... and giving Jason a subscription to Wonder Woman Merch.

(The Batboys searching for Bruce)

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 month

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You: *leave for work*

Dick, suddenly depressed and decided to text the batfamily group chat: my sweetheart has abandoned me. (they left about 5 minutes ago for work) They didn’t leave a note for their absence to quell my growing worry. (They didn’t give me my regularly scheduled good morning kisses. How mean.)

And now I sit within our shared bed, wondering if they’ll ever come home while I continue to suffer with the void they’ve created in my heart. (They’re on an open til close shift and I’m slowly going insane bc how am I meant to eat breakfast without my breakfast buddy.)

Jason, taking the piss: guys I think Dickie boy misses y/n.

Steph, joining in: really? I wonder what gave you that idea…

Jason: dunno, something just tells me that he misses y/n. Can’t put my finger on what tho. 🤷‍♂️

Damian: Grayson I can’t keep defending you…

Duke: maybe talk to them on their break if you miss them so badly, or visit them at work? Just a suggestion.

Tim: I’ve screenshot this conversation and am sending it to y/n right now. You’re very welcome.

Steph: Dick when y/n leave him for any more then 5 minutes:

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ragingbookdragon · 2 years

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She sat beside him on the ledge, curling her legs underneath her. “Can I be honest with you?”

“Of course,” he responded, taking a drag from the cigarette, smoke billowing from his lips as he added, “I always expect you to be honest with me like I am you.”

“Yeah…” she frowned. “I feel useless in this relationship.”

“Why’s that?”

Shrugging, she said, “I feel like I don’t offer you anything. Like you offer so much and yet…I don’t give you anything in return.”

“You do,” he answered, still not looking at her, jade eyes focused on the traffic below them. “You do,” he said again, quieter and to himself.

“I do?”

“Mhm.”

“…Care to, y’know, tell me how so I stop worrying that I’m dead weight?”

Reaching over, he took her hand and placed it flat to the dead center of his chest. For a moment, he said nothing, simply letting her wonder what he was doing. “Feel that?”

“Your heart?” she asked, a steady thumping beneath her palm.

“Feel how calm it is?”

“Yeah?”

“Wanna know what makes it like that?”

“I do.”

“Nothing but the love you give.”

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dccomicsimagines · 2 years

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Thunderstorm - Jason Todd x Reader

Requested by @fan-fiction-tastic - I love all your fics! You're an amazing writer and I start squealing every time I get a notification that you posted.Could I possibly request reader that loves rain and thunderstorms (maybe has powers related to it?) x jason todd. Just think that'd be super cute. Cuddling with the windows cracked to listen to the storm or something. Whatever your incredibly creative minds comes up with!

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Jason jerked awake as thunder boomed outside. He moaned, the dull ache in his leg flaring up. He reached out for you only to find your side of the bed cold and empty. Slowly opening his eyes, he saw the flash of lightning. He didn’t see you anywhere in the make-shift bedroom. A former first floor den that Alfred had converted into a bedroom for Jason and you.

He flipped back the covers and swung his casted leg out of the bed. It took a bit, but he grabbed his cutches and stood up on his own. Lightning flashed again, allowing Jason to map his way to the door. He almost fell once, but caught himself on a chair. Swearing under his breath, Jason leaned against the chair to rest.

His leg throbbed a bit when he accidently put some pressure on it. “Fuck you, Bane. I’ll break every single bone in your body when I see you again.” Jason swallowed hard, remembering the fear when he saw Bane’s hand around his leg before hearing the bone snap in Bane’s grasp.

Jason slowly made his way out of the room, heading toward the kitchen when he saw the light was on. No one was inside. Jason sighed before catching the shadow of someone standing outside on the patio. The door was left open. Rain started to fall. “(Y/N), sweetheart, come inside,” Jason said once he made it to the door. He could feel the temperature drop. Lightning flashed with booming thunder following shortly after.

“You shouldn’t be up.” You glanced back at him. He saw that magical glow to your eyes. This was one of your storms. “You should be resting.”

“Hard to rest when the bed is cold,” Jason said, stepping outside. You hissed at him, quickly hurrying over to him and pushing him back inside.

“You can’t get your cast wet.” It started to downpour the minute you and he stepped inside. Jason studied you as you hassled him into one of the kitchen chairs.

He collapsed into the chair. His arms had started to hurt from using the crutches. “(Y/N), why are you upset?”

You narrowed your eyes at him. The wind started to pick up outside. Jason eyed the open door worriedly. You sighed, going to close the door. “I’m not upset.”

Jason flinched when thunder boomed again, louder than before. “Uh huh.” Jason studied your back, noting the tension in your shoulders. He realized you were wearing one of his old shirts along with a pair of sweatpants that must have belonged to someone else. You probably didn’t have time to grab clothes once Alfred called you. Jason swallowed hard. “I scared you, didn’t I?”

You spun to glare at him. Lightning flashed behind you, making you appear as an angry god. Jason wondered what it meant that he thought you were extremely hot at this moment. Of course, he wouldn’t tell you that now. “You did.” He pulled out a chair, gesturing for you to sit next to him. You did, leaning your elbows on your knees. “Jason, I thought I lost you when Alfred called.”

“Sweetheart.” Jason reached to take your hand. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re always sorry.” You sighed, looking at him with sad, accepting eyes. “This is what I signed up for. I know you need to do what you need to do and I love you for it.” You squeezed his hand. “But I need to let it out, okay?”

Jason kissed the back of your hand. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled at him, sighing deeply. Leaning forward, you sealed your lips to his. Jason hummed. He loved the feel of you, hating that he couldn’t just pull you into his lap, but his cast wouldn’t allow it. You wouldn’t let him anyway, afraid you’d hurt him.

“Now that you’ve created a storm.” He chuckled when thunder boomed again. Rain pouring against the window outside. “Do you want to come back to bed? You need your rest. I’m planning on being an terrible patient tomorrow and I’ll need my favorite nurse by my side.”

You laughed. Jason’s heart felt full. The storm outside calmed down, but lightning still flashed along with the rain. “I guess I should.” You got to your feet after you glanced outside of the window. Jason wished he could have taken you into his arms, but he had to grab his crutches to get to his feet. Bane was going to be a dead man.

You walked ahead of him, holding the kitchen door. Jason slowly made his way through, cursing under his breath at Bane and his broken leg. You hummed in response and stayed ahead of him. Jason’s arms really hurt by the time he got to the makeshift bedroom. You were inside, turning down the covers for him. “Come on.”

“I hate these things. Don’t know how people use them,” Jason grumbled, collapsing onto the bed and getting under the covers with your help.

“It’s only for a few weeks, then you’ll get a walking cast.” You kissed his lips and moved to the window. He watched you open it a crack, so the sound of the thunderstorm could slip through. “Of course, you still won’t be able to patrol until it’s off.”

“Don’t remind me.” Jason groaned, leaning against the pillows. You joined him under the covers. Your body molded to his. Jason relaxed at the heat of your body. It was a soothing balm to him, enough to allow him to drift off to sleep.

The sound of the thunderstorm and your hand on his chest was the best thing in the world.

***

The next evening, Jason sat in front of the tv in the media room of the manor. He rested his arms on the back of the couch. His casted leg on a stool to rest. You would be coming in with popcorn soon. He flipped the channel to the news to wait.

“Last night, we have video of Bane, the latest madman who tried to take over the city, being struck by lightning as he was being transferred to Arkham Asylum,” the reporter said, shuffling his papers. “We want to warn viewers that the video may be disturbing.”

Jason sat up straighter. A smirk pulled on his lips as the video played. Lightning struck Bane. He screamed and the video cut out. Jason’s smirk grew. He knew that lightning. There wasn’t a way he couldn’t have loved you more.

“What are you watching, Jay?” You asked, coming in the the popcorn bowl. Jason turned the channel.

“Oh nothing, but did I tell you that I love you?” Jason held his arm out for you to curl right next to him. You set the bowl on his lap.

“I love you too.” You kissed his cheek. “Now movie time. I get to pick first.” You took the remote from him. “Due to you being so whiny this morning.”

Jason’s heart glowed, he hoped you could see the love in his eyes. “Only fair, sweetheart.”

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