#bruce i'm begging you be nice

[l0vergirls]

cw: nsfw!!

when you've finally eased into the lifestyle of having an entire family at your beck and call, you've been enjoying it, to say the least.

i'm imagining them having designated days where they each get to have you alone, away from the prying eyes of everyone else. though i'm especially thinking of the head of the house: bruce.

he'd be a possessive one; fucking you in every room, having you in every position you've never even thought of. he leaves marks everywhere on your body, some of which take far too long to fade (just like he likes it).

bruce is insatiable and domineering. his voice, deep and dark, has your knees weak; he has you hanging onto every word, every syllable, and leaves you in a trance. obedience comes to you so naturally when he has you, because you know he can make you feel good.

how can he hold back when you look up at him with those glassy eyes, just begging him to ravish you?

the slapping of skin against skin echoes through the house, joining the symphony of your honeyed moans with bruce's grunts and breathy commands.

the obscenity of the situation has you getting wetter and wetter, tightening around bruce's cock. your nails scratching across his back were surely going to leave marks, and god, he loved the thought of you marking him, showing people he was yours.

days like these always ended in a nice bath, where things may or may not escalate (they always did), and with you wrapped in his strong arms as you both lie in his big, comfortable bed.

love and satisfaction always filled bruce's heart to the brim when he looks at you as you lose yourself to sleep. he'd spoil you rotten for as long as he lives.

you also always wake up the next morning with his head between your legs, eating you out like a dog starved.

[brights-place]

Jkj(kjhvhgivivgz I LOVE YOUR WRITING can I request Brozone with a tall muscular fem reader who is a complete sub! bottom? I mean when the bros try to take their relationship further the reader freezes and tries to say something but is too nervous like a shy high school girl.

Have a nice/day and stay healthy!

Brozone with an SUB! S/O

Pairing: Brozone X S/O (Seperate)

Warnings: MDNI, NSFW, Smut headcannons, light cursing

A/N: Lovely I've been so tired and i'm staying healthy thank you for worrying about me! Anyways this is for you until I can finish the other requests I have which are too many! I love you all(づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

John Dory/JD

- when he held your waist dominating you in bed while his hands slowly touched and caress your skin

- Your small noises and your doe eyes looking up at him made him know you were begging him to fuck you

- When he praises you while your riding him and blushing an deep red on your face as he whispered the praises in your ear as you move faster and kiss him lovingly

- John Dory would love when he praises you how you go faster and plan to pleasure him more to get more praises and affection from him - he always is biting hard and leaving hickeys as he grips onto your waist and thighs a bunch of times, whispering praises and degrading words against your ear - LOVESSS hickeys on his neck and he'll happily wear them and preen when you press a soft kiss to them when you're jealous.

- When it's jealousy sex, angry sex, or sex in general, the bed will be creaking, Rhonda will be shaking, and anyone who happen to walk by the armadillo-bus will know exactly what's going on

- when your done he’s make sure to clean you up very well and continue to praise how good you were which made you even more red and giggle

- You two obviously cuddle as he holds you tight while you nuzzle into his shoulder tiredly

Spruce/Bruce

- Time for the flavored part that you horny lovers want Neheheheheh

- When he praised you in bed he couldn't help but smirk when you let out an moan and looked up at him with teary eyes

- I mean he’s enjoy it so much

- a breeding kink and praise kink? OHOHO This man loves it

- Loves how he makes you whine after you kept trying to fight back for dominance but failing and you end up hiccuping in pleasure

- Overstimulates you so much - He knows how to use his mouth, hands, and tail to make his partner scream literally holds you down with his tail - He's a attentive lover, nd will cherish everything about your lovemaking, and make sure you're okay. - would chuckle at how you’d thank him for making you feel so good and being lovely while his cock touching the back back of your throat grabbing your hair while praising how your doing so well sucking him off

- Literally loves having him inside your gummy walls that milk his cock dry and or in your mouth sucking him off either one he enjoys

- When done he makes sure to give you as much affection needed like always and would kiss your face praising you.

Clay

- He could be rough some days and soft on others it depends how you act but he loves how soft and quite you are when your in the mood he loves how you kept touching him groaning and whining about wanting him

- When you two were doing the deed he grabbed you by your hair lifting you up as your head was stuffed into an pillow hands gripping onto the sheets your back arched

- He teases you when you are doing the deed together.

- he make sure to cover your mouth

- Clay got his hands on your hips just looking up at you taking in the way you move. how your stomach jiggles and your thighs are slightly shaking, how you're out of breath and how loud you're moaning.

- loves taking you from behind in front of mirrors. He loves watching how your facial expressions change as he pleasures you.

- He praises you for your noises and being able to go through the punishments and rewards he was giving you for being good for the day

- When he praises you he enjoyed how you shivered at his touch as his hands stroked your sides before making you switch positions so he could hear the noises past your lips much clearer

- He enjoyed your panting and your eyes rolling back while you clinged to him

- biting hard and leaving hickeys as he grips onto your waist and thighs a bunch of times, whispering praises and degrading words against your ear

- Teases you he would just slowly thrust in and out of you or tease the tip of your member as you beg for him for more and cling to him sobbing

- would chuckle at how you’d thank him for making you feel so good and being lovely

- Uses overstimulation as punishment will force orgasm after orgasm until you are crying, begging for him to stop obviously you still wanna continue it though.

- Loved how he made you switch up so fast from being an bratty sassy troll to an drooling submissive person with how easily he man handles you

- Amazing at aftercare and make sure you feel special

- when done you with your Uhm… Stuff he would go clean you up and change you to your PJs and would go clean himself after

- You two would lay in your shared bed while watching tv together.

Floyd

- He’s such an nice sweet and caring lover but sometimes he is FREAKKYYY

- Literally whimpers at how he’d continue to make you feel every inch of him inside you stuffing you with his cum and how he notices when you'd beg.

- Even if he is doming you, you're still in some sort of control albeit riding him or being a power bottom.

- When doming he loves to be sensual; praise you, kiss you and touch you all over.

- Floyds also likes to be praised when he subs, wants to know how much you love every part of him.

- Prefers to give oral rather than receive it so he likes eating you out or sucking you off whenever he can

- When he dominates more he enjoyed how you grip onto him crying and thanking him. He enjoyed your panting and your eyes rolling back while you clinged to him

- would chuckle at how you’d thank him for making you feel so good and being lovely

- when done you with your Uhm… Stuff he would go clean you up and change you to your PJs and would go clean himself after

- You two soon talk about random things sometimes plan and see when you two are free to go on an date

Branch

- This man you cannot tell me is a switch but leans more into the dominant side of things!

- When doing the deed he'd make sure your comfy while letting himself slam in and out of you repeatdly

- When he grunts and whispers praises in your ear he enjoys how you become louder and you drool on the sheets of the bed while whining

- Loves when you start using that strap on/cock ring or your thighs, being pulled closer when they go down on you, you taking control, just you in general - He loves it and loves how you get aall whiny - He loves teasing you in public, making suggestive comments in his ear while his brothers' and friends are around and you can't do nothing but try to make the blush go away

- You being an sub makes him snicker loving to see the way your face lights up or turns red when he’s dicking you down grabbing the back of your hair tugging it

- When finishing doing the deed he's amazing in after care. Would say how amazing you did while cleaning you up

- he stayed by your side giving you all of the peace and comfort he could give you after doing the deed

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[spidernuggets]

Jason Todd x Reader

"You're going, Jason, and you don't even want to. I don't see the problem with me tagging along."

"It's a problem when you look like that."

You smiled, proud at your efforts of making yourself look presentable for another one of Bruce's grand galas. It would be your first time attending one of his events, thinking it would be a good time to officially introduce yourself as Jason's lover.

You pulled a strand of your hair away from your face and admired yourself in the mirror. Usually, you don't spend so much time dressing up, but you decided that you wanted to make a good first impression when meeting Jason's family.

You assumed Jason knew you were coming with after he told you that he'd be going to the gala, and you thought it was an unsaid invitation, like usual. Every time Jason said he'd be going somewhere or to some sort of event, he'd expect you to come with.

So it surprised you when he asked why you were all dressed up, even when he was all fancied up too.

"You look nice... But why?"

"What do you mean, Jay? I'm going to Bruce's gala with you, no?" You asked, confused as to why he was asking.

His eyes widened. "What? No, no. I know you usually come, but not tonight. Maybe another night, sweetheart," he says.

Your head tilts to the side. "Why not tonight? It's a good time to meet the rest of your family, Jay! Well, I mean, I already know Dick, but I wanna meet everyone else!" You say excitingly.

Jason sighs and sits down on the bed. "I promise you, darling, you can meet them another time, just not tonight. A lot of people are gonna be there, so I doubt you'd get the chance to talk to them anyway."

"You sound like you'd be embarrassed if I showed up," you scoffed.

"I wouldn't! I just don't want you to come!" He argues back. You paused for a moment. He didn't want you to go with him? Was he actually embarrassed to be seen with you? Your insecurities start to bubble inside you. Sure, you weren't rich or owned a lot of fancy clothes. Hell, it was Jason who bought you the outfit you were wearing! And yeah, there would be a lot of prettier, more good-looking, fit people out there... that Jason could find mire attractive...

"You're going, Jason, and you don't even want to. I don't see the problem with me tagging along."

"It's a problem when you look like that."

Sorry, what? What did he just say? Why did he say that? How could he have said that so casually? Why is he looking at you like he didn't say anything wrong? Why does it look like he's.. proud of what he said?

You look back at the full-length mirror. Insecure thought starts to fill your head.

So he is embarrassed to be seen with me? I guess the outfit is a little too tight. I think I did go overboard with the foundation. I wouldn't wanna be seen with me either.

"Oh," was all you replied with as you slowly made your way into the bathroom that was in his room.

Jason's gaze followed you. Panic began to run his system. Wait, what did he just say again? "It's a problem when you look like that." What was wrong with that? He thought you would've been happy to hear that from him.

Oh shit.

Realisation punched Jason harder in the face than any blow that he got from Bruce, Dick or any other villain he was fighting.

Jason quickly stood up from the bed and strode to the bathroom door that you quickly shut close.

"Y/n! Wa-wait, love, I didn't mean that! I meant like-"

"It's fine, Jay, just go ahead, I'll stay here," he heard your little voice crack, and his heart broke into a million pieces.

He tried turning the knob to open the door, but to no avail as you've already locked it.

Jason leaned his head against the door, trying to get you to open it. "Darling, c'mon, please open the door. Please, let me talk to you, I- I didn't mean what I said," he begged.

When you opened the door, you were already out of your outfit, wearing your pyjama pants and one of Jason's shirts.

Your eyes were red, but you were smiling. "I said, it's fine, Jason. Just go, please. I'll meet your family another night."

Jason's eyes widened, and his head started shaking. "No. No, no, no. It's Jay! Not- not Jason. You never call me Jason. Sweetheart, please, listen," he pleaded as you tried nudging him out the door.

Jason turned around and grabbed your wrists, leading you towards the bed. He sat you down as he sat beside you, gently holding your face in his hands as he softly caressed your tear-stained cheeks with his thumbs.

"Y/n, my love, listen to me. I didn't mean that. When I said it was a problem that you look like that, I meant-" He sighed. "I meant that you looked drop dead gorgeous. Stunning. Amazing. Breath taking. Do you know how many people would be there tonight? Trying to steal you away from me?"

"Jason, why-"

"Jay."

You rolled your eyes playfully at his interruption. "Jay, why the hell would I let them 'steal me away' when I have a perfect man right here with me?"

"Because I'm not perfect! And there's someone who is perfect out there that you might find and leave me for, because you're perfect too!"

You scoffed. "Honestly, Jay. Do you know how many times I've dreaded you going to those galas because I might believe the same thing? That you're going to find someone better than me?"

"There's no one better than yo-"

You quickly cut him off. "Jason Tood, I swear to god, shut up." And he did, and you continued. "When... When you said that, I finally accepted that you didn't want me anymore. That you found someome perfect, and that was why you didn't want me to go. Because I don't fit in with everyone else. With all those rich, fancy people. Because let's face it, I don't, I really don't. So, yeah, I know you meant something different when you said that, but... I can't imagine any other interpretation of it. Even if you explain what you actually meant by it," your voice quiets down as you look down at your fingers intertwining each other while you pick on your nails and skin.

Jason's shoulder sag as he brought you in close. His lips leaned against your forhed as he muttered apologies loud enough for you to hear.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, sweetheart," He kissed your forhead. "It really wasn't what I meant," he kissed it again. "We can go together to the gala if you want," he kissed it a last time.

You sniffled, the sound making his heart ache, you looked up at him, shaking your head. "No, I don't really feel like going anymore," you say quietly, your voice hoarse. "I'll be okay, Jay," you whispered, "I promise, you go."

Jason sighed, letting go of you and getting up from the bed. When you think he's about to leave the room, he walks around the bed to the bedside table where his phone lies. He makes a call, the person picking up on the other end after three rings.

"Yeah. Yeah, Dick, uhh, I won't be coming tonight. Ye-Yeah, I know, I couldn't care less about what Bruce says, I'll see you tomorrow, bye," and he put his phone back on the table, removing his jacket, tie and dress shirt, leaving him in just his trousers after removing his belt.

Your head tilts in confusion, and Jason swears it was the cutest thing he's ever seen.

He lies down on the bed, grabbing you by the waist, pulling you down as he wrapped you in a warm, tight embrace, leaving light kisses all over your face as you giggled from the affection.

"Next gala or event or family meetup or whatever, you're coming with me, and I'll introduce you to my family," Jason mutters, his face buried in your hair.

Your eyes glow, "Really?" you asked, already excited.

"Really," he lowly replied, kissing the crown of your head.

[percheduphere]

CONSIDER:

Mobius gets shot on the field. The Avengers have apprehended Loki believing he's the reason behind the attack. They place magic-dampening cuffs around his wrists. Loki begs to see Mobius. Thor senses there is something different about Loki. He convinces the Avengers to acquiesce. They agree but only with their supervision. Loki approaches Mobius's bedside in the hospital. He takes Mobius's right hand into both of his, squeezing his fingers. Mobius's eyes flutter. He wakes.

LOKI: Mobius!

MOBIUS: (smiling) Nice to see you, too. Jeez, and I thought pruning felt-- (His eyes drop to their joined hands.) --wait, are those CHAINS?

LOKI: Well ...

MOBIUS: Why does this always happen to you? Why are you always someone's hostage? You wear shackles like candy bracelets! Does it hurt? Are you okay?

LOKI: Am I okay? Mobius. You were shot!

The Avengers' eyes bounce between Loki and Mobius.

MOBIUS: And as you can see, I am already receiving proper medical attention. You on the other hand--

LOKI: Oh, please. This is all for show to make those idiots feel safe. You're the one who's lost over a liter of blood!

MOBIUS: Which is currently being replaced by this handy-dandy IV line! Loki. You've been carrying the multiverse on your back for the last, what? Four, five eons now? When was the last time you felt comfortable?!

LOKI: That is different. I am a--

MOBIUS:--God? Really? I had no idea! Y'know just because you have a high pain tolerance doesn't mean you're supposed to tolerate the pain! (He peeks over Loki's shoulder, making eye contact with Bruce Banner) Excuse me? Hi, hey, you must be Dr. Banner. Pleasure to meet you. Listen, could you do me a favor and remove those, please?

LOKI: You're impossible. I'm calling the nurse.

MOBIUS: While you're at it, ask her to get a goddamn ice pack for your goddamn wrists!

LOKI: URGH! I am good now and I will not be damning anything! (he stomps off)

[fanfic-writer-and-rambler]

And now... the (one of them at least) canon explanations for the first Robin suit.

Damian Wayne walks into his father's office holding a photo.

Damian: Father?

Bruce, reading: Yes?

Damian: I found this photo of Dick when he was Robin and, one question I've been meaning to ask, why the no pants? Why would you subject him to that? Ignoring the weather issues especially since we live in New York how is no pants and a speedo benefiting him, Father?

Bruce, groaning for a good couple of seconds. He slams his head on his desk.

Bruce: Look I've been sitting on this information for a very, very long freaking time because Dick told me to never tell anyone this. I am tired of being seen as the strange one, I was not the one who came up with that hero suit, he was. All right, Dick Grayson was the one behind the colors, the design, all of it!

Damian: Really?

Tim, peeking his head out from the door since he was eavesdropping: Seriously?

Jason on the other side of the door: You lying!

Bruce, sits up frustrated: I begged him to wear pants, he wouldn't cave! Alfred begged him too, but... dang it he does a good job with making us agree with his outfit choices. He said it was based off of his circus outfit and I tried to say no, but just lost his parents and he was so precious, I folded. I'm not the weirdo though, you want to call someone weird, talk to him! Be... nice about it though.

Damian: I admire your honesty father I will go make fun of Dick accordingly.

Bruce, vindicated: Thank you!

Bruce returns to work.

Damian, Jason and Tim find Dick Grayson at the kitchen table eating a sandwich. Damian places the photo on the table.

Damian: Explain, why no pants?

Dick, sheepishly: Hm ... There is a good reason why I decided on that design.

Damian: I'm waiting.

Jason: Yeah I am as well because I had to wear that fucking suit too.

Tim: Y- you told me Bruce was the one who came up with that idea... you lied to me!

Dick: Okay I may have realized later in life that the whole Speedo thing was a mistake for someone over 8 to wear.

Damian: It's weird no matter the age.

Dick: Point is, I had a great reason to design it like that at the time.. it's very aerodynamic and it helps me fight!

Jason: It didn't help me fight, me knowing how to fight helped me fight. That just made me look stupid! You know how many criminals laughed at me wearing that at 13!

Jason slaps the man on the head.

Dick: It's not my fault, Bruce wanted to-

Jason: You know he can't say no to you when you give him puppy dog eyes.

Jason hits him on the head again.

Dick: Ow.

Tim, betrayed: Why did you lie to me? I feel so hurt!

Jason: Would you tone it down fanboy! I had to wear the speedo!

Tim: Wait is that why you liked my costume?

Dick: Yes, kinda!

Tim: Oh... Okay I forgive you.

Damian, shaking his head: You are so weak with him.

Stephanie, rolling in Barbara: Ooh drama, I'm here for it.

Barbara: They found out why you had that outfit, Dick?

Jason: You knew and you never told me?!

Barbara: Sorry he swore me to secrecy before I got to tell you.

Jason bonks him on the head again.

Dick: Stop assaulting me!

Stephanie: Tell him what?

Damian: Father-

Dick grabs Damian by the arm and covers his mouth.

Dick: Nothing!

Jason: Oh you fucking will not! Bruce was not the one who came up with that ridiculous ugly costume for Robin, it was Dick who came up with the entire Speedo and no pants at all! And he feels shame for it!

Stephanie rolls Barbara away, the wheelchair woman catching herself at the table.

Stephanie, stifling laughter: Whaaat? Wait, is this true, Mr. Discowling?

Dick Grayson blushes in shame.

Stephanie: Yes, I can mock you for something! You have shame!

Alfred: What's going on? I heard screaming.

Stephanie: The man who still brags about the discowling being a good design has shame! Victory!

Stephanie runs out the kitchen, laughing.

Alfred: Oh, she found out about the original Robin costume.

Dick lays his head down on the table, blushing. Barbara rolls to him and pats him on the head.

Barbara: There, there. At least you're Nightwing.

Dick: I was 8 man, it looked cute and cool!

Barbara: As an 8 year old it's adorable, not 16.

Dick grumbled, keeping his head on the table.

[ivysangel]

Bruce ‘Fuck you to sleep’ Wayne… oh my god. Hear me out

You didn’t mean to get all pouty and bratty and needy you really didn’t!!! But Bruce had been so busy lately, barely having time to even give you a kiss in the mornings before he’s out the door!! So when he finally notices how pouty you are, he obviously has to do something about it.

But he’s gotta be the Batman too, so he doesn’t have a lot of time so when he gets a few hours, he’s pulling you into the bedroom and kissing you until you’re nice and pliant. Lays you out on the bed and gets you out of your clothes and rubs you with his big hands until you’re nice and dumb for him :(

And you’re bratting. Obviously. Bruce ‘Brat Tamer’ Wayne doesn’t date women who aren’t a little bit bratty. But he’s being lenient with you, just lightly swatting your thigh as he crawls over you and pins you to the mattress. He fucks you nice n slow, pulls more orgasms out of you he has in a while, until you’re drooling and he’s just trying to bring you back to yourself with a few slightly condescending chuckles and some kisses. He pulls another orgasm out of you (and one of his own) and he pulls out and gives you a little kiss on your clit before he moves to clean you up and take care of you. When he comes back with a warm towel and a Gatorade you are passed OUT on the bed, so he cleans you up and gets you all tucked in and kisses your forehead before going out to be Batman.

(The next day he cancels all his meetings and makes you apologize for being a brat until you’re sobbing and begging for him to touch you) - 🎊

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my god !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! bruce 'i can make u sleepy' wayne (that wasn't a good one my b) but you get the point!!! i'm an insomniac through and through so yeah this is actually smth i need real bad.

him canceling his meetings the next day and fucking you until you're just as tired as the night before. makes sure you know he can knock you out at any time of day.

[raineydays411]

My Father's Daughter

Part 9

Summary: You've been at the Wayne Manor for over a month.

In some weird way you understand Christine.

You understand why she tries so hard to spend time with you while you're in her home. Why she begs for you to get off of your phone and cook with her. You get why she tries to make the other kids be nice to you. Scolds them harshly when they make snide comments underneath their breath about you.

Truly, you do.

You just...genuinely don't give a shit.

You don't care that she feels bad that she abandoned you for a completely other family and you don't care that she feels like she's losing time to create a bond with you.

You did not care.

Really, you didn't.

"Um,kid... you know I love you but I'm really not that kind of doctor" Bruce Banner said awkwardly over facetime.

You sigh. "Yeah I know B. You were just the first one to pick up the phone."

"Ouch." Banner laughed, " you know, you really are your fathers child."

You smile, one of the rare times you actually did nowadays. " How is the old man?"

You haven't been able to call him since he was paranoid whoever wants you would track your phone calls and find out where you are.

"Your father is even more annoying now without you than he ever has been in my entirety of knowing him" Banner deadpans, " He misses you a lot kiddo, we all do."

You smile sadly, missing your family.

It was hard, seeing these people you barely knew, with a mother you barely knew, stuck in a house you barely knew.

And the fact that they feel like a family. They argue and play jokes on each other. They eat with each other every afternoon ( Bat activities at night), Bruce kisses Christine goodbye when he goes to work. It was so domestic in its weird little ways.

But you didn't fit in.

They laughing and the jokes stopped whenever you walked into the room. The conversations were stale.

It was depressing.

It's not like they ignored you, oh no. That would've been preferable.

No half of them trip over their feet to try and include you in whatever they're doing.

Dick will turn blue chatting your ear off about whatever he thinks will get you to open up to him and Christine?

She will bend over backwards, frontwards, and sideways just to get you to acknowledge she gave birth to you. Every night she comes into your room and tries to talk to you about your life. And every question is met with a dull answer

"So any boys that catch your interest here?" " I don't know, I can't leave the premises"

"Were you in any sports? You look like you'd be a cheerleader like your momma!" " I was in mathletes and debate like Pepper"

"You really are beautiful my baby" "Thanks, everyone says I look like my dad"

It really was a struggle to get you to open up. Almost everyone at the manor had a hard time even starting a conversation with you.

Everyone except of course Alfred and surprisingly Jason Todd.

Alfred won you over as soon as you moved in. He vouched for you when you needed time alone and brings you snacks>

Jason is a whole different story.

See, the reason why it's so hard for everyone to talk to you is because they all refuse to acknowledge the elephant in the room. They're treating you like you were some other orphan Annie they decided to adopt and you just have no family waiting and missing you.

Jason doesn't.

In fact, it was him who caught you trying to sneak out of the mansion the first week you were there. Instead of scolding you or telling on you, he took you out.

"A cap and sunglasses? Kid, that's not a disguise."

"What do you mean?"

He took you to a diner he frequents, a tour of the rooftops to avoid people, and to the safe house he took over from Bruce.

"Tell me about your life." He demands, not asks.

You smile and tell him about it. Your life growing up with the Avengers, school and what major you're going for, that brief fling you had with Pietro before you had to move to Gotham.

It was nice. To be with someone that didn't want to change you. He didn't try to force you into forgiveness and let you vent. He even gave some pretty sound advice.

"You know, at some point you are going to forgive her." He says ignoring your indignant stare, " You don't gotta be bestfriends with her or anything, but that anger is going to either slowly consume you or slowly go way. And believe me, you want it to slowly go way."

And he was right in some ways. The longer you're there, the less anger there is and the more hurt replaces it. It festers inside you like some disease. The symptoms slowly leaking out every time one of them calls her mom.

Every night she comes into your room and tries to pry into your life as if she didn't voluntarily leave it, you feel it.

Everytime you see her brush Cassandra's hair out of her eyes, or kiss damian on the forehead. It's the gentle way she smiles whenever she sees Tim hyperfocused on mission reports, and the way she gets so excited whenever Dick or Jason walk through the front door. Hugging them and chiding them for not visiting more.

It hurts you that they truly are a family.

And after a while, it gets hard for you to try and say that you truly didn't give a shit.

Because honestly, you did

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[bothoutsiders]

ok so you know the hero gets kidnapped and no one comes and the villain gets pissed on their captive’s behalf and treats them better than their former associates did trope ?

i need that with early red hood jason and robin tim

jason steals tim expecting the calvary to come racing in

but ,,, no one comes

and ok jason can understand why timbit's little baby hero team didn't come

superboy, wonder girl and impulse are all currently off planet

but the batfam isn't

the girls are in hong kong for whatever reason but dick and bruce are across town from where him and tim are

he's had tim for over a week they have to have realized that he's missing at this point

and now jason's like "actually fuck them i'm keeping you"

hello anon! thank you for your request. i think it came a bit small; first jaytim thing i type with my new keyboard B) but it was fun. it's a bit domestic tho, hope you enjoy :)

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It has been a little over a week since Robin got here. 

It somehow felt like those parents who forgot to pick up their kids at school. Robin had been at the mercy of Red Hood for a week and a few days and there was no sign of anyone coming to rescue him anytime soon.

Jason even went through his notes, every piece of information he had, and his own plan. Many times.

Something didn’t click.

When he kidnapped Robin, he knew Batman would come for him. Knew there would be a big fight, some spilled blood and maybe broken bones. He then would be able to torture Robin in front of Bruce and make him beg, maybe even cry. Satiate his own thirst for vengeance with Bruce’s suffering.

But nothing like that happened.

Robin’s friends were not around and Jason knew that. It was excusable but… What was the explanation for Batman to ignore this? Was he trying to play some kind of sick game with his mind or did he actually not care about Tim?

He didn’t even send Nightwing either. There was no Justice League. There was nobody.

No one.

What was the point of torturing or doing something to Robin if Bruce wasn’t here to witness it?

“Do you have golden grahams?”

Jason turned to look at the teen and thought about what was happening. There was no way Bruce hadn’t realised his new Robin was missing. Nor that Jason had kidnapped him and now was even feeding him.

“No, but I can buy some later.” He said as he placed a windowed box on the table and pushed it toward Tim slowly. “I got you donuts though.”

“Oh?” Robin looked at the box, interested when he had heard it was donuts. Right now he was wearing Jason’s clothes and had come out from a nice shower. “They’re from  Holesome Dough! Great!”

Jason watched him devour one after another while he thought about the situation. He was definitely not imagining things. It was happening.

He looked down and noticed Tim’s bare feet, some drops of his wet hair making a mess around. “I’ve told you to wear shoes and to dry your hair properly. I’m not going to clean that.”

Tim looked down for a few moments before he’d go and sit down in a chair, enjoying his snack.

Stupid Batman was ignoring his own Robin, who was definitely in danger. If Jason were completely fucked up, right now he would have had Tim’s head on display and probably had sent some parts of his body to Bruce, just as a silly joke.

Bruce knew where he was and didn’t even care!

He didn’t care.

Jason rubbed his eyes, tired and frustrated. “I’m not really surprised. Just disappointed.”

“About what?” Tim turned to look at him, a crumb on his upper lip. “Oh. I’ll dry my hair after this. You want some?” He offered him the donut he was eating since it was the last one.

“He’s not coming, is he?” This felt so familiar.

“Bruce?” Tim shrugged. “He might think I have it under control.”

“Replacement, I beat you up. You passed out as you bled when I took you with me. If you were able to handle it, you would’ve contacted him. He didn’t even call you. What’s his excuse?” He snorted and took a seat. “He’s across town, yeah, Gotham is big but not that big that he can’t come to rescue his sidekick.”

Of course it pissed him off. Days prior Jason had gone to check if Batman was around, to make sure he wasn’t out of Gotham doing something else that stopped him from coming to rescue his young, new soldier. The worst of all this? Batman was in Gotham.

It made Jason furious.

This Robin could have the same ending as he did, history would repeat and Bruce didn’t give a fuck about it. It didn’t seem as if Batman wanted a Robin, at least not one to last.

He just can’t be responsible like a proper adult, maybe that’s why he doesn’t have children or pets. Maybe this is why he doesn’t have a family.

He snorted, so close to pulling from his own hair. If someone has a sidekick, they teach them, they protect them. Where was Batman when he was needed? With how things went, Jason suspected that Bruce decided to give Tim to him. As those who throw meat to wild dogs, to keep them busy, keep them away.

“Fuck it. Fuck Bruce, fuck Dick, fuck everyone, I’m keeping you.”

[gummydummy19]

A White Christmas

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Male Reader

Summary: You and your boyfriend Steve have the tower to yourself this Christmas :))

Content Warnings: Smut (handjob, use of toys, cum eating, anal, top M reader, bottom Steve Rogers, slight degradation, daddy kink...), fluff, horrible Christmas puns :))

A/N: @sozombiearcade thank you so much for this lovely Christmas request and for being so patient with me <3, I hope you enjoy it. Merry Christmas everyone!!xxx

Word Count: 1860+

The streets of New York were packed. People desperately scattered around trying to find a last-minute Christmas present. It was absolutely freezing, or at least that's what it looked like. You were nice and warm up in Stark Tower, with a book on your lap.

You smiled to yourself as you glanced over to the big, beautiful Christmas tree, the neatly wrapped present you bought your boyfriend immediately catching your eye.

The Tower is quiet, aside from your Christmas playlist you have on repeat. Thor and Loki went back to Asgard, Nat and Bruce went over to Clint and his family during the Holidays, Sam invited Bucky to join him and his sister for Christmas dinner and Tony took Pepper skiing in Aspen. Leaving you and your boyfriend Steve alone in the Tower, which you had decorated excessively.

The smell of gingerbread slowly invades your senses and you hear Steve hum along with "Jingle Bells" from the kitchen. Sadly, his happy humming stops and gets replaced by an upset whine and a naughty word or two.

'Language!', you yell with a grin, but when you don't hear a reply, you decide to put your book aside and make your way to the kitchen.

'Stevie, everything okay?' you ask as you stick your head through the doorframe. Steve is looking down at his tray of freshly baked cookies with a defeated look.

"What's wrong, honey? They look great!" you ask as you walk closer.

"I forgot to buy icing." The look on his face breaks your heart, but admittedly the little pout on his face is quite adorable. Truth be told, he has been looking insanely good all day.

Steve is not only an attractive man, he also cares a lot about hygiene. Back in the 40s he didn't have all the luxuries he has today, and when he goes on missions he sometimes can't shower or shave for weeks. So when he's home, he showers and shaves every single morning after his run. He hates body hair, so he was always perfectly sleek...everywhere.

"Oh Stevie, that's okay...they still look good without the icing," you reassure him, looking down at the gingerbread men.

"They look naked." he points out with a frown on his face.

You grin, pulling Steve closer and pressing a sweet kiss on his neck. "I do love my men naked..." you mumble as you nibble on his ear, hoping to cheer him up a little.

Unfortunately, the defeated look on Steve's face didn't go away that easily. "Aw, Stevie..." you cooed, wrapping your arms around him, "you know I hate to see you sad," your lips found his neck again while your arms squeezed him tighter to your chest.

Steve's breath hitched when you found his sweet spot, nibbling on it while your hands gently grabbed his hips, pulling his ass flush against your hardening cock. His hands grabbed the counter for balance as he whined, feeling your bulge grind against his ass.

"I'm sure we can figure something out...let me turn that frown upside down, baby, hmm?"

"Yes, daddy", Steve moaned obediently.

"Wanna touch daddy's cock? Hmm? Would that make you happy? Wanna jerk me off, baby?", you teased.

"Yes, daddy..." he whined.

"Ask daddy nicely, baby,"

"Please, daddy, please," he bucked his hips forward.

"Please, what?" you taunted.

"Please can I touch you, daddy, can I jerk you off, please..." he begged.

"Good boy...of course baby, c'mere," you packed up a little, allowing Steve to turn around. He immediately dropped to his knees and pulled down your sweats, noticing that you were already rock-hard.

"What a slutty boy..." you groaned, spitting in your hand before reaching down to stroke your hard cock.

You groaned at the feeling, letting your eyes fall shut for a second until you heard Steve whine impatiently.

You looked down at him, "Touch daddy's cock, Stevie", you commanded and he immediately did as he was told, squeezing your dick tightly as he stroked it up and down before twisting his first over your tip.

As you felt yourself creep closer to the edge, the tray of cookies caught your eye. You reached over, pulling it closer while Steve sped up his movements around your throbbing cock.

"That's it, baby...be a good boy and make daddy cum."

It only took a couple more strokes until you fell over the edge with a loud groan. Your body shook a little as you tried your best to aim for the platter, covering the gingerbread men with your sticky, white cum.

"Fuck, Steve...", you couldn't help but groan, "good fucking boy..."

You pulled him up against you, fumbling to pull your sweatpants up in the meantime. You let him drop his head on your shoulder as you did the same. Your mouth found the pulse point on his neck, feeling his rapid heartbeat against your lips.

You looked at the counter, observing the wonderful mess you had made. "Look at that, Stevie...your gingerbread men aren't so naked anymore", you grinned, picking up one of the cookies that was covered in cum and bringing it to his mouth. He took a large bite, savoring your familiar taste.

"Delicious...", he hummed, looking at you in adoration. You couldn't help but pull him in for a passionate kiss, tasting the sweetness of his cookies and the saltiness of your...icing.

"I think you deserve to open one of your Christmas presents early, what do you think?"

"Yeah?", he blushed and you nodded, taking his hand and pulling him to the living room.

"Say, Stevie, have you been naughty or nice this year?" you smirked and you pushed your boyfriend back on the couch.

"Is that a trick question?" he grinned, making you smile.

"Hmm," you couldn't help but kiss him again before getting up and grabbing a neatly wrapped box from under the tree.

"Naughty and/or nice, you've definitely been my good boy this year", you praised.

Steve gently ripped open the packaging, his cheeks tinting red again as he saw what you had gifted him. It was a navy blue, vibrating stroker.

"Do you like it?", you asked, grinning when Steve nodded franticly.

"Wanna try it?", you asked, trying to contain the twinkle in your eyes.

He nodded again, this time a bit more shy.

"You want uh...do you wanna...or...you want me to...uhm...", he stuttered, making you chuckle before leaning in closer.

"I wanna use it on you, Stevie, if that's okay?"

"Y-yeah, yes, absolutely."

His enthusiasm alone made your cock stir again.

"That's my good boy," you mumbled against his lips, "take off your pants and play with yourself while I go get the lube,"

Steve's pants hit the floor before you even made it out of the living room. When you got back, merely a couple seconds later, you found him panting on the couch with his cock in his hand.

"Merry Christmas indeed," you stated, dropping down next to him. Your hand quickly took over from his, pumping him a couple times until he was a moaning mess.

"Turn around", you commanded and he obeyed immediately, giving you a clear view of his shaven asshole.

"Fuck, you know, I hate it when they call this America's ass. This is my ass, all mine," you grumbled, giving his cheek a good squeeze followed by a light smack.

"Ah...yes, daddy, all yours, please touch me, daddy", he pleaded.

"Yeah? Want me to touch you? Want daddy to fill your stocking, hm?"

Steve couldn't help but giggle a little at your awful pun, earning him another spank.

"Shut up," you chuckled, before reaching to grab the lube and applying a good amount on his bare hole and your fingers.

Steve moaned loudly as you slid a finger inside, prepping him for your hardening cock. You slowly worked him open, adding another finger while your other hand gently traced his skin.

"Ready for my cock, Stevie?" you questioned after a couple minutes, noticing he was getting harder and more desperate.

"Yes, please...please"

You used some more lube to cover your cock, stroking it a few times before pressing it to Steve's hole. Slowly but steadily you slid inside him. Both of you let out a string of whines and groans, your hands holding onto his hips as you fucked him slowly from behind.

You gave him some time to adjust before you grabbed the toy, adding a little bit of lube to that as well.

"C'mere, Stevie, lean up a bit...like this", you gently grabbed his shoulder, making him lean his back against your chest so you had easier access to his smoothly-shaven cock. The toy slid over him with ease.

"Oh shit, daddy!" he moaned when you turned up the vibrations, stroking the toy while starting to fuck into him again.

"Fuck, baby, doing so good, my good boy", you praised as you picked up the pace, positively destroying his asshole.

Your free hand roamed over his strong, hairless chest, pinching his nipple in the process.

"Ah, f-fuck..." he stuttered, his head lulling back against your shoulder.

you chuckled, "You like it when I play with your nipples, hmm? Such a desperate little slut...look at you, I've only just started and your cock is already leaking", you taunted, feeling the sticky drops land on your fingers.

"Please, daddy...fuck, that feels so good..."

That was your cue to turn up the vibrations, making Steve keen in pleasure. His hands for your arms, trying to keep himself grounded.

You angled your hips up a little, hitting his spot perfectly.

"Fuuucckk, daddy, right there! Please please please can I cum? Can I cum please m'so close...", he begged, tears welling in his eyes.

"Cum for me you fucking slut, cum for me while I fuck your ass."

And he did. Hard.

Steve's cum shot out of his dick in thick ropes, covering his own stomach and chest.

You fucked him roughly through his high, before discarding the toy and pulling out of him.

"Turn around!" you roared, as you jerked yourself off at a fast pace, ready to tumble over the edge.

Steve clumsily dropped to his knees, just in time to catch the hot spurts of cum all over his face.

You yelled out his name, screwing your eyes shut as pleasure consumed you.

"Fucking hell..." you huffed out. Your eyes fluttered open and you were met with an absolutely ruined Steve, leaning exhausted against the couch, covered in both your and his own cum.

You dropped down beside him, pulling him close. "You did so good for me, you're so hot, so perfect...", you mumbled, trying to bring him back down to earth with sweet words and gentle kisses.

"You okay?", you asked, taking in his fucked out look.

"Hmm", was all he could muster, looking at you with a dopey grin plastered all over his face.

"Looks like you got a white Christmas this year, huh?", you grinned.

"Oh, shut up", he chuckled, playfully hitting your shoulder.

The two of you cuddled for a while after that, before taking a nice hot shower together. Though in hindsight, that might have been a bit pointless, since Steve still had to give you his gift too....

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[ravenna-reid]

Self-Control or Fear? Bravery or Impulsivity? (1)

"I still can't comprehend why this woman is infiltrating our home."

"She's not infiltrating Damian." Bruce began. "Her and her group have offered their services."

"Yeah, you know the speedsters have their own 'General of Balance' too." Dick chimed in.

"But explain why that is again?" Tim asked, leaning against the chair near the Batcomputer. A little meeting between the bat-family happened more often than Bruce would like it to.

"The Generals have fought this enemy before. This new enemy tried to take over her home planet and were close. They infiltrate from the inside and work their way out, so we need all the help we can get."

"And these Generals can't stay wherever it was they were staying before? They must come into our homes?" Damian argued.

"These things will be looking for them. Seeking the Generals out. It's better if they hide with us until we come up with a plan." Bruce explained.

"Odd of them to be so eager to put their lives at risk again." Tim queried.

Stephanie sighed beside him. "I think the whole 'General of Balance' is a tip off."

"Well, if we're all so concerned, shouldn't someone be upstairs with her now?" Jason stood by the exit, close to his motorbike as though he had no intention to stay.

"There's no reason to be concerned." Bruce countered, clearly becoming irritated by the conversation. "They've worked alongside us before, only covertly. Martian Manhunter and Hawkgirl are very familiar with their home planet. And she's upstairs with Alfred."

Damian immediately raised his brows at Bruce.

"The butler, not the cat."

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

She had to admit it, she didn't want to come in the first place, but she complied. The others were adamant on protecting this foreign and supposedly important planet, and she agreed. She'd been asked, no, the begged to join, and so she did.

Besides, she still had a little fight in her. Even if it had diminished after the incident. Even if it had been put out like a small flame. Even if the fear of it all was still clamped on her chest and infiltrating her sleep.

The Butler was proper. Polite. Homely. He had offered her a fresh pair of clothes. Human ones. What one would call a T-shirt and pants, but she politely declined. She couldn't fathom not wearing her attire. Her homeland robes.

A fitted suit-like cloak, the dark fabric outlined with embroidered gold and rows of small medallions on the front. The collar was nice and high and the sleeves removable. All sleeves had to be removable for when a General of Balance was to perform their gift. Their power. But she needn't worry about that ever again.

"So, what are your abilities?"

Like someone had read her mind...

She turned in the direction the unimpressed voice came from, soon greeted by the small, green-eyed boy. Damian.

The other boy - taller with longer dark hair - joined him. "We're merely curious." He stated, small smile on his lips. She took in his cornflower blue eyes. Tim.

Her attention drew back to Damian, with his large dog and pointed look as he waited for an answer.

"I don't-" She pursed her lips. "I'm stationed to come up with battle tactics. I'm a strategist." She relaxed her body.

Safe enough response.

But apparently not to Tim who was clearly reading her like a book. Before either could continue interrogating her, she pointed at Titus. "Want to see mine?"

"You brought your dog with you?" Damian asked.

"No. We don't have those, but we have these."

She gave a click of her tongue, then crawling onto her shoulder was a small creature neither boys had ever seen. They watched on in awe, looking over its glistening eyes, claws and tail. She grabbed the creature before holding it out to Damian, who gladly took it into his hands, gently brushing its blue fur.

"I guess this creature is rather interesting."

She have a polite smile. So animals were the way to his heart. Or at least his good side.

Tim glanced back at her, questions still laden in his eyes.

"You must be an admirable war hero. Hawk Girl gave quite the speech when she was introducing you to us this morning."

A tinge of pink showed in her cheeks, and she couldn't tell if she was thankful, embarrassed or ashamed. "You don't believe what was said?"

"No, a compliment from Hawk Girl is huge. I just wonder why she spoke in past tense."

This, she had no answer to. Not one she was willing to share.

Still, she tried. "No longer past tense, given I am here. Will you boys and your sisters be at the war meeting tomorrow?"

"Not those two, but Dick and I will be." She turned to see yet another boy. Muscular, brooding, an interesting streak white as cotton in his hair. Jason.

"I forgot to ask, what do you all go by when out in battle?"

Out in battle. Jason couldn't help but give a small scoff, something reminiscent to a light laugh.

"I'm Red Robin." Tim responded before pointing to Damian. "He's just Robin. He's Red Hood."

She glanced over at Jason.

"And Dick is Nightwing, Steph is Spoiler."

"That should be easy enough to remember." She responded.

"You?" Jason's voice was warm. Enticing. Eager to subtly probe her for answers, unlike his brothers.

"Yeah, what'd they call you on the field?" Tim asked.

Unease began to flood through her like a tidal wave. "Just by name."

Jason hummed in response, evidently unconvinced.

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She found herself in the Wayne Manor's training room, more so dragged in by Stephanie to watch the training unfold. The spars, weapon wielding, critiques. At first it was interesting. Educational. Until the icy breeze began nipping away at her skin. Creeping into the house regardless of the heaters. She glanced to her side and saw the hints of ice that grew on the corners of the glass of the windows.

She couldn't help but stare-

"Herald of Justice?"

She almost flinched at the name, turning to him with such a withering frown on her face. Jason remained unfazed, leaning against the wall before her with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Where-, how do you know-"

"I have friends in the Justice League too." Jason leant in closer. "Cute name." His eyes gestured down to the front of her coat. "Mean set of medals."

She spared the plethora of metals and badges on her battle uniform before narrowing her eyes at him. How much more do they know?

"[name]?"

Her attention snapped over to Dick.

"You know, you should go with them today. Just in case."

Now something got stuck in her throat. His words. How they all watched her. Go with them where?

Did they all truly know?

"Yeah, us three are going to meet-up with Raven today. Apparently, we need to strengthen our mind for this attack." Stephanie rolled her eyes, along with Tim and Damian who scoffed.

"As if Todd doesn't need a bit of help with his mind." Damian nonchalantly muttered, and he sure did get a reaction from Jason.

"Shut it demon spawn." Jason stepped away from the wall to stand beside her. "As if a General needs help with that Dick, come on."

Dick brushed off Jason's comment. "Hey, I'm just trying to help out," He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "It'll be good for everyone. Put us ahead of the enemy."

She gave a weak smile before clearing her throat, instinctivly throwing her hands behind her back. Old habits died hard. "I'm grateful for the offer, but I have war plans I have to divulge with the rest of the League, remember?"

"Yeah, that's right." He laughed with the shake of his head. "Well, we can all meet up Raven tomorrow maybe."

"I'll pass." Jason passed them as he slipped his red mask on, throwing his hood over his head.

She watched on, curiously eyeing him as he slowly mounted his motorcycle. Red Hood.

[bitter-hibiscus]

Hi! I'm curious- what are your thoughts on what an adult Jason who wasn't killed as Robin would look like? Hero name, weapons, methods, moral code, etc? :)

!!!! Hmm!!!

Well, for appearance, I reckon he'd be pretty short. Like... 5"6 at most, since he was 5"4 when he died.

To be honest, there's a lot of ways to go about Jason not dying. I'm particular to "Tim and Steph never become Robin," honestly, since Damian would've probably been around by the time Jason quits. If we're going with Prime Earth continuity it also begs the question, does Jason ever find out about Sheila? Because that betrayal shapes up a lot of his morals as Red Hood. I enjoy the thought that he does, but only years later, and he thinks Bruce was hiding that information from him, and that's what makes him quit Robin.

For hero names, I'm particularly drawn to Bluejay. It's just too cute. And, also, a nice opposition to Red Hood. I think his primary weapon would be his Robin ropes! Because, well, Wonder Woman. :) Other than that, a hell of a lot of batarangs, since his aim is really good as Robin in canon. I don't think he'd be as good at fighting as he is as Red Hood, because it's likely that Bruce would've been his only trainer.

His moral code and methodology... Well, this might be a hot take, but I think it would basically be what Fanon thinks Red Hood Jason is like, which is essentially just a male version of Catwoman or Huntress. Even if he didn't have a major "falling out" with Bruce, he was still raised by Willis Todd, and the abuse he suffered at his father's hand would have shaped his idea of love and care, and even at his best, Jason would assume caring for someone means some sort of violence. He's also definitely very crime alley focused.

Not what you asked, BUT! If Jason didn't die, then the original Young Justice would have been his team, which is pretty neat. Definitely see him having some kind of romance with Anita especially, because of that one YJ elseworld issue where they're together. It's a cool dynamic to think about :)

Lmk if u want any other thoughts!!

[limetameta]

I don't know why more fic writers don't utilise the Wayne Gardens Halfway House for criminals and then the consequent Wayne Enterprises employment like Bruce Wayne is out here doing his darndest do give the Rogues a safer and easier transition into the real world post Arkham and yet I don't think I've ever come across a Halfway house fic once. (This is me begging for fic recs about this BTW feel free to gimme)

Like this concept is from the btas episode Double Talk where Arnold (Scarface's ventriloquist) is well enough to leave Arkham and he gets to the House, and he has a job in the Wayne Enterprises mail room. It's a very sad episode for other reasons but it's still so touching how much Bruce tried to make this difficult period of house finding and job searching all but done for them already.

So what I'm getting at here is what if more of the Rogues got to this point.

Ideas under the cut

Harley decorating her room however she wants and putting Ivy's plants in there because she doesn't have to worry about if doctors or guards will make a fuss about it. This is her space. She has a job now, too. A paper pushing job, but she's in a programme to get her licence back and everything is looking up for her! Thanks Bruce!

Edward making a dnd campaign group with his fellow Halfway House rogues because Harley commented that once curfew sets in she doesn't know what to do with herself. He shows up at work at Wayne Enterprises on the dot every morning, having set like 7 alarms so he doesn't sleep through because he isn't going to waste his one chance. He's the game developer in their suspiciously newly minted game department.

Plus, he has Temple Fugate to wake him up, who lives right next door and is up before everyone else. Man knows how to bake. He bakes and says that it's a calming activity with a set schedule that if he deviates from it will be catastrophic. Besides, it's nice to have hobbies.

At this point, Jonathan Crane, also in a programme to get his licence back, comments about how he'll probably be back in Arkham sooner than later. Harley laughs. "You can't SERIOUSLY be thinking of applying as a doctor there AGAIN?" And Jonathan, with the biggest shite-eating grin, just says: "Oh who's to say. Maybe just to see the reactions."

Gimme a fic where they break away from the cyclical status quo. Where you can feel the hope . Where they all treat this as seriously as they can because Bruce Wayne truly believes in them. And that's so rare. After everything that's happened.

Pamela who works in a botanical garden funded by Wayne Corp. Mr Fries who is allowed to research with scientists employed by Wayne Enterprises on how to cure his predicament. His wife Nora (Post movie) supporting him every step of the way (maybe she and Grace (Harvey's fiancee) are friends and helping each other as well as the men they love)

Harvey getting the operation finally and having a chance to recuperate. Though him, I think they might pull him quickly out of the Halfway House because he's a high profile man and some might think that being in a Halfway House would be beneath him. Maybe this works for him. He works as a lawyer in Wayne Enterprises and all he can say to Bruce, when he sees him is this: "Thank you for never giving up on me, old friend."

Though Harvey does get hooked on dnd and he does come by to play once a week. Edward is looking forward to a promotion to head of department.

They all know that sooner or later they'll need to leave the Halfway House and find different accommodation but they all tentatively agree that they won't push themselves before being fully, truly ready for it.

Harley points at Edward and tells him: "I'm gonna miss you guys so much! Why don't we all live together or get apartments in the same building like in a sitcom?"

And Jonathan is the only one who says he hates this idea, though it's very half-hearted and they know he isn't fighting the idea of that.

Waylon gets a job as a fisherman. Man is living out those A perfect Storm dreams of his. He gets paid the most from all of the Rogues because he's always been very materialistic and money means very little to Bruce Wayne.

Mary Dahl and Matt Hagen respectively get jobs working in a theatre group in Gotham. It isn't that visited, but they aren't ridiculed for being who they are. Romance because I ship them and I think this makes more sense than Waylon/Mary lmao. They're in counseling anyway so it's not like they can be that toxic to each other.

Speaking of romance~

The only one who's never gotten as far as the Wayne Gardens Halfway House is the Joker. But you see, that man can do whatever he puts his mind to. He's bored so he might as well speed run his way out of Arkham.

And everyone is worried about this. Because if there's one person who can undo all of their careful progress just by being his loathsome clown self, it's the Joker.

But he, just like all of them, winds up his alarm to get to his Wayne Enterprises job. He is nail bitingly saccharine to them. One time, he even washed the dishes that weren't his in the communal kitchen space. Something's off.

Once confronted, the Joker just smiles and says airily: "Oh pish-posh! I'm just in a good mood is all. I can finally see my boyfriend on a regular basis. Mon amour, Mon petit chou-fleur. Mon âme!"

Something is definitely off because Edward says that the Joker got a nicer job than all of them. He works CLOSELY to Bruce Wayne as his assistant. And that doesn't make sense. Why would Bruce Wayne let that happen? Surely he'd want to avoid someone like the Joker.

And it's Jonathan that sighs: "Do you think that his boyfriend IS Bruce Wayne?"

"No??? Why?? God??? God no???"

"Think about it. Bruce Wayne is the 1%, they're all very weird people with kinks that us in the psychology department would relish in untangling. What's some clown fuckery on the side? If anything, that's a lot tamer than what most of his contemporaries are doing behind closed doors."

Immediate horror from everyone. Harley is the first one to shout: "If that good for nothing clown fucks up this good gig we got by breaking Bruce's heart I'm going to kill him!!"

So they confront the Joker by knocking on his room in the middle of the night. And maybe they shouldn't have done that because he's supposed to be out cold, having been prescribed sleeping pills and all that. But they knock again, nonetheless.

They hear a bang. And a crash from the inside. And half of the Rogues just kind of take a step back. Harley and Pamela are the ones who stay closest to the door. Pamela shouts: "Open up, clown!"

Jonathan narrows his eyes as he cranes his way towards the door, trying to make out the sounds on the other end. He coughs to swallow down a laugh: "There's a lot of moaning in there."

"Hey, hey, you're going to get us all in trouble if you've brought folks over! It's past curfew!" Harley yells.

And it's at this moment that the moaning kind of stops. There aren't any crashes. Someone grips the door handle from the inside and turns it open.

The Rogues all take yet another step back, this time all of them.

It's Batman. The portion of his face visible from the cowl is covered in red lipstick. He sighs, and his voice doesn't quite manage to lose that post make out tinge: "Nobody's going to get in trouble. I'll talk to Bruce Wayne and clear anything up. Go ahead and play your dnd. Thank you, goodbye." And just as he closes the door, the Joker erupts in a fit of laughter on the other end.

"I'LL TALK TO BRUCE WAYNE, HE SAYS! HA! OH!! OH, THAT'S SO FUNNY!!"

[coupleoffanfics]

Gotham Isekaied Reader

I have an idea. It's nothing new. I wrote nearly 5 pages of this idea, but I'm too scared to post it since it's filler and I even drew a cover. So I will ramble about this idea through headcanon. Some Jerome x Reader, I’m sorry. I can’t help myself. CW: One mention of suicide.

y/n wakes up to find that her life has gotten a major upgrade. Any flaws that her family has is erased. Did mom drink away stress? Now she doesn’t even touch alcohol. Dad isn’t smoking away his life. Her older brother is a law-abiding citizen who is studying to become a lawyer. Her younger brother is more positive about life and growing up in a home that they wished they had.

Not to mention that they’re rich. She no longer lives in a bad neighborhood and sleeps in a snazzy mansion.

Life is looking up until y/n turns on the TV with a news story about a man killing corrupt people with weather balloons.

She sits there thinking, ‘This was nice, but I should be getting back home.’

Maybe y/n’s close friends with Bruce beforehand. That’s when she realizes that she has to learn about the other y/n’s life. She can’t risk telling anyone about “we’re in a shitty TV show” without everyone considering throwing her into a mental institution. Tough luck because she ends up in Arkham regardless.

She writes down plotlines that she remembers. Making files on the character that she has met. Her files are hidden away in her room and aren't brought up later down the line when a certain person finds them.

How y/n ends up in Arkham is complicated. I want y/n to be completely sane through our POV, so she’s not going to be “I’m so insane and quirky”. Maybe she’s framed or killed someone in self-defense. Well, okay, I have thought out what gets her thrown into Arkham, but I don’t think anyone would find it interesting.

During her trial, the prosecutor will use her history of depression and suicide attempts to paint her as a homicidal. The whole trial is fishy, yet ends with her being locked up.

Bruce believes y/n when she says she hasn't done anything and promises to get her out of there. Legally of course.

Alfred probably tries to keep Bruce from visiting because Arkham has a reputation and doesn’t want him to be anywhere near there. The poor boy is going through too much in a short amount of time. 

So Bruce will send Selina to deliver anything. Or they both run away to visit y/n. When they come back to the manor and Alfred is questioning them, they both lie by saying that they’re somewhere else.

Bruce just wants to make sure his bestie is alright. Selina is just along for the ride but might visit y/n even when she doesn’t need to.

While in Arkham y/n is vibing in her little corner when Jerome starts bugging her. Might tell him about some plotlines just to see if anyone would believe her.

Jerome just laughs it off and starts orbiting y/n because she’s interesting. She tends to ramble and mumble to herself, for some reason he finds it so cute.

“You’re kind of funny, but I wouldn’t call you a joker.” She says before thinking, ‘Because legally you aren’t him. Thanks a lot, higher-ups.’

He writes about her in his diary and uses any stickers that she gives him. ‘Yeah, she's weird. Calling people characters and saying that we aren’t real, but she’s my little weirdo. I also got another pack of Hello Kitty stickers from her.’ Then he proceeds to doodle her with crayons.

When Theo Galavan surprise adopts them, Jerome starts taking y/n’s words more seriously. Still doesn’t believe her when she says he and everyone aren’t real. Like how is that possible? He feels real, oh whatever he has no time for that.

At the manor, Bruce is freaking out and dialing Jim begging him to save his bestie from that homicidal ginner. Theo has to make it seem like y/n is a hostage since she refuses to do any killing and Jerome has scary dog privilege.

‘They aren’t real. They aren’t people.’ She’d try to tell herself, but she just can’t bring herself to try to hurt someone. y/n is one of those freaks who try to drive safely in GTA without running over anyone or anything.

She doesn’t think that her words mean anything and that everything will follow the script. Until she tells Jerome to take an extra lighter with him. She’s chilling by herself when the news shows footage of a burnt bus and the news anchor talking about the cheerleaders who lost their lives.

That’s when y/n starts thinking over everything she’s said. She debates whether or not she should tell Jerome about Theo’s betrayal.

‘The show does start declining in ratings when he’s killed off. I could be doing the writers a favor, but what about the people? No, characters. They’re just characters! They aren’t real!’

In the end, Jerome is killed off and she’s put back into Arkham. Everyone is surprised by how calm she is after Jerome’s death. Not upset or anything. Like weren’t they close? Maybe their relationship was more one-sided.

Jim will question y/n and she might let a few things slip. Most brush her words off as they believe that she has some sort of Stockholm syndrome and is angry at Theo for killing her captor.

Back at Arkham, y/n yells, “FUCK!” When seeing Hugo Strange.

When Theo is dealt with, Jim will visit her or send her a thank you card for pointing him in the right direction regarding the investigation.

I’m getting tired and I might continue writing about this.

But I was going to have y/n be free from Arkham when some evidence regarding her case comes out. y/n will be outwardly passive throughout the story.

In the end, I was going to have y/n be the one who becomes Joker. Maybe she falls into a tub of chemicals. Don’t worry darling you aren’t going to be deformed like Jeremiah at the end. You’ll look different, but still smoking hot. 😘

Anyway seeing the physical change, her dwindling hope of getting back home, and her mental state being worn out. She decides to step up and take the name of Joker.

Bruce angst all the way. Maybe angst for other characters, but I could see this tearing him apart. He’s forced to watch his closest friend be replaced by a cackling monster. To then eventually start fighting against her.

She doesn’t react to being called y/n anymore, but she’ll give Batman/Bruce a melancholy look if he calls her by that. He doesn’t call her y/n often because that wasn’t y/n. y/n l/n was dead and there was no way she was coming back.

The theory of Joker being sane will ring true to y/n. She knows this isn’t real. It’s just fiction and any good piece of fiction needs a good villain. Since she’s not making it back home, she’ll make things fun.

Or multiple endings because those are always fun.

“Jerome? Jeremiah? Never heard of them.”

[spidernuggets]

Hiiii

If you don't mind could you maybe write something where Jason and reader get in argument but really it's just Jason being paranoid and accusing her of something she didn't even do, and the argument plus the fact that he doesn't believe her makes her start crying and he just like calls her a crybaby or pathetic or some stupid insult and then leaves but then he finds out she was actually telling him the truth and just how Jason would be after that, would he feel so bad that he avoids her and inadvertently makes it worse or would he immediately go beg forgiveness and apologise?

Jason Todd x Reader

"God, stop crying. This is so pathetic of you. Going off with some guy and then crawling back to me,"

The champagne flute Jason was holding in his hand looked like it was going to break as he watched you talk to some other guy across the room.

It was Stephanie's birthday, and she decided to go big and bold as she usually does each year. She used Bruce's gala hall as her birthday venue and was so excited when you told her that you'd attend.

Of course, Jason attended with you since he goes to Stephanie's birthday every year, but this year, he wasn't so pleased, especially with the way the guy touched your shoulder as you laughed at a joke that Jason presumed was the worst joke in existence.

Jason was having a conversation with another guest, but by the time he turned to see if you were still at the same spot that you were standing at, you were gone.

And so was the guy.

He walked around the hall, frantically searching for you, only imagining the worse.

Were you kidnapped? Did the guy hurt you?

But when he turned to the giant double doors, he saw you walking in. You were laughing. You came in, and you were laughing with that stupid guy.

So that's where you were? Off to who know where with some other guy? What were you doing with him? Where exactly did you go with him?

Jason's insecurities started bubbling in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to throw up. One of his worst nightmares came true. You found someone better than him.

Jason was about to storm up to you. Grab you, take you home with him. But Stephanie interrupts, grabbing a hold of his arm.

"Hey, where are you going?" She asks, beaming at him, clearly having a great time.

Jason didn't want to ruin her happiness. But to him, this was far more important.

"Sorry, Steph. I'm beat. I think I'm going to go home. Happy birthday, though," he lowly says, giving Stephanie a light, quick hug before leaving. And Stephanie caught how miserable he looked, and began to get worried.

"Yeah, and I can't believe she-" You felt a tap on your shoulder. You turn to see Stephanie with a worried look on her face.

She doesn't say anything. Instead, she just points to the dejected man leaving the hall.

Your eyes widen before saying by to you guy friend and wishing Stephanie a happy birthday before running towards your boyfriend.

By the time you catch up with him, the two of you are far from the hall.

You grab Jason by the shoulder, making him stop in his tracks.

"Jay? Why are you leaving? If you're too tired, you could've told me. I would've left with you," you said softly, testing the waters of his mood, trying not to push any buttons that might cause an outburst.

"Why would you? You seemed pretty nice and cosy next to your little guy friend," he hissed, shurgging your hand off of him.

You took offence to his comment. "Excuse me? What's that supposed to mean?"

Jason turns to face you. "It means that you don't have to deal with me anymore. Seeing as you ran off with him somewhere for a good while. What? Does he know how to show you a better time."

You couldn't believe what you're hearing. "Jason Peter Todd. If you're accusing me of something, why not just say it straight."

"Fine. You're cheating on me. That's what that was, right? Leaving me all night to talk to some freak," he spits.

Your heart breaks at his words. How can he say that to you? After all the times you've shown him nothing but your love and affection.

You laugh out of spite. "Wow. Is that really how low you think of me, Jason? You think I'm some.. some bitch that would go off to someone else who isn't you?"

That was supposed to be a rhetorical question. A question that would make Jason think about his accusations. But it took a turn.

"Yeah," he says. "Yeah maybe you are."

He didn't mean to say that. Why would he say that? He's just so angry and insecure but he didn't mean to project any of that onto you.

Usually, in times where Jason would break down like this, you'd leave, give him some space to calm down. But you're too upset to even walk away.

"How dare you!" You yell. You feel your eyes sting, and your vision starts to blur. " I've been nothing but loyal to you this whole relationship! And you have the audacity to accuse me?? That guy is just a friend that I happen to know from work!" You start to cry, your voice breaking, choking on a sob.

What you say doesn't comprehend to Jason. His head is filled with voices that won't leave him alone.

They found someone better. They're even more angry at you. They're going to leave you. They're crying to guilt trip you.

Jason rolls his eyes. "God, stop crying. This is so pathetic of you. Going off with some guy and then crawling back to me," he lowly says, sending nothing but a hateful glare to you.

What the fuck was happening. Those eyes used to look so soft and loving. Now, it's full of sadness and hatred.

Jason doesn't give you a chance to respond as he walks away. You follow him a bit, seeing him go out the doors of the manor, hopping on his bike and drive away without you.

You stood there. You felt paralysed. You sobs grew louder as you tried to muffle them, bring both hands to your face. Your tears started to ruin your makeup, and you couldn't feel like you can even stand any longer.

You were about to drop to the floor, but luckily, Stephanie and Cass were close behind you, searching for where you and Jason went off to. Stephanie held you close on the ground while Cass crouched beside you, a comforting hand on your shoulder.

After the party, Steph offered you to stay in her room. She went around the manor, looking for clothes and pyjamas that you would feel comfortable in.

You highly appreciated her kindness. But you still felt so numb and empty inside. You're still unsure what happened. Did Jason break up with you?

Stephaine, Cass, and Barbara each visited you throughout the days, checking up on you, assuring you that it wasn't your fault, that men suck, and to give Jason time to tantrum his feelings out himself.

It's been a couple of days now, magbe 2 weeks since that night. You've heard that Jason only came in at least 4 times, only to visit the BatCave for vigilante kind of meetings.

Those 4 times, all the girls have been ignoring Jason, sending him knives through their glares.

Jason came by today to drop off some files about the Riddler. He expected no one in the BatCave, but he heard someone clear their throat behind him.

He turned to see Babs, Cass, and Steph behind him, all their arms crossed and giving him a hateful look.

"What?" He said. They weren't sure if he was clueless or just didn't want to talk.

"What?? What! What the hell was that? Accusing them of cheating, are you serious?" Steph yelled at him, makimg Jason slightly wince. Everyone knows it's bad when Stephanies pissed off.

"If they weren't, then where the hell did they go?" he mutters.

Babs pinched the bridge of her nose. "News flash, genius. There was an open bar outside the hall. The two just webt to grab a drink."

"Oh yeah? So why were they so chummy with some rando?"

"Oh my go- That's their coworker, Kev! And also my friend! We all hung out with him a couple of times, man! Plus, he has a boyfriend!" Stephanie yells, whipping out her phone, showing a pic of her, you, Kev, and another guy beside Kev, who was kissing him on the cheek.

After stuffing her phone back in her pocket, Jason looked like a kicked puppy.

"Steph's room. Now." Barb says. Jason slightly nods and heads out the cave, going up to Steph's room.

He knocks three times on the door. He heard no answer. And there was no answer the next three times he knocked.

He slowly opened the door to peek and saw a lump in the blankets on the bed.

A small smile grows on his lips as he saw you peacefully sleeping. But when he crouches beside the bed to take a closer look at you, he takes note of your puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks, and his heart broke.

You shifted in your sleep, your body turning away from him.

"I didn't say you can come in," you muttered.

Jason sighs. "I know. Will you look at me... please?"

You scoff. "This is so pathetic of you. Accusing me of cheating and then crawling back to me," you say, your voice hoarse as you mocked his words from that night.

"I know, darling. It is. It is pathetic. I had no right to accuse you. I was... I was so jealous. I thought you finally found someone better than me. That you'd finally leave me. I thought that if I left first, it wouldn't hurt as much. But it still did. It hurt so much," his voice started to break, and tears started travelling down his cheek. "I don't expect you to forgive me. But I'm so sorry, my darling. I love you so much."

One second turns to two. Then a minute goes by. One long, long minute. Jason tries hard not to sob in front of you as he gets up and begind to take his leave, harshly wiping his tears.

"It's kinda cold," you say quietly. Jason turns to you. You can see the confusion on his face. But you can also see his red nose and wet cheeks.

You lift the blanket from the empty spot beside you. "You coming in or what?" You ask. This makes Jason break into another sob, quickly wiping the tears away from his face as he awkwardly takes the empty spot beside you.

He wraps his arms around you as you nuzzle yourself into his chest.

"I'm sorry," he says once more, his voice cracking.

"I don't know if I can forgive you yet, Jay," you say. "But right now, I just want to be with you." Jason sniffles, burying his face to the crown of your head as you placed a light kiss to his Adam's apple.

"As much as this is cutely bitter-sweet, if you two are gonna cuddle, do it in Jason's room. I will not have couple cooties all over my bed," Steph says out of nowhere. Both your heads look over to the door where you see Babs, Steph, and Cass standing where Cass awkwardly waves.

"Yeah, yeah, we're going," you say, getting up, pulling Jason with you.

[fickle-tiction]

Lasso of...Vulnerability?

"I'm--breaking up--with both of you." Bruce managed to growl through clenched teeth as he desperately tried to hold his laughter at bay. He was sandwiched in-between Clark and Diana, the latter still in her Wonder Woman outfit, having just arrived in the cave.

"Oh please." Clark scoffed, crowding closer as he slipped his hands beneath Bruce's shirt to tease at the tensed muscles of his stomach. "You were practically begging for it."

"That-" Bruce broke off into a gasp when Diana started nuzzling at his neck. "Th-ha-t's victim blaming!" Once that first laugh slipped past his defenses it was like the dam broke, stuttering laughter tumbling out as he tried to slip sideways out of their embrace.

"You can stop with the bravado." Diana wrapped her arms around Bruce's shoulders from behind and slipped a hand beneath the collar of his shirt to gently scratch along Bruce's collarbones, resulting in a muffled shriek. Bruce promptly flushed red as the sound was ripped from him, and it took all of her self-restraint not to coo at the sight. "We all know you love this."

"I-hihihihi really don't!" Bruce protested as he tried to pry Diana's hands out of his shirt. Of course, Clark chose that moment to walk his fingers up his ribs, digging into the spaces between at random. "I ha-haha-te when you tickle my neck." He had one hand wrapped around Diana's wrist, the other around Clark's, and neither were doing him any good.

"That's why we save it for special occasions." Diana whispered into his ear, resulting in another of those muffled screeches that had Bruce turning a deeper red.

"My ears are the-haha-worst!" Bruce protested, surging forward into Clark to try to escape Diana's gentle teasing.

"We know."

"Everywhere el-hehe-else is kind of ni-hihihi-nice though."

As soon as the words processed all three of them froze. Clark and Diana's eyes met above Bruce's head, identical looks of shock on their faces, but Bruce didn't dare move his face away from where it was buried in Clark's shoulder; not until he and Diana both took a half step back and forced his hand.

"...." Bruce's face had gone from flushed to white alarmingly fast, and he looked like he was about five seconds from bolting. "I don't know why I said that."

Diana went to put her hands on her hips, gasping when one landed on the lasso. "Oh." Bruce slowly turned around, gaze locking onto the glowing rope at her hip, mouth set in a thin line. "I am so sorry." She said, holding the rope away as though Bruce might accidentally come into contact with it again. "I did not mean to use this on you, Bruce. I only meant to tease."

Bruce stared at the rope in silence, the muscle in his jaw jumping and his heart pounding almost painfully against his ribs.

"We...aren't going to make fun of you." Clark said slowly, stepping forward so he was beside Bruce instead of behind him; carefully not touching him. "We can just forget you said it. We know you didn't mean to." He offered, voice carefully neutral. "But we aren't going to make fun of you for it."

"I forgot it was there." Diana added, guilt creeping into her voice. She knew how hard it was for Bruce to trust people, and she was afraid she just lost that trust.

Bruce...was not going to ruin another relationship due to his inability to cope with his own emotions. "I know." He dragged his eyes up to meet Diana's. "It's okay." Diana looked like she was going to protest so Bruce took a deep breath and reached out and grabbed the rope. "I know you wouldn't intentionally use this on me without asking first."

Diana smiled softly, nodding her head without speaking. She didn't want to accidentally prompt Bruce to say anything else when he was still holding the rope.

Bruce let out a low slow breath through his nose before turning his head to meet Clark's eyes, rope still in hand. "And I know you won't make fun of me." The heat was starting to creep back in to his cheeks, but he carried on. "But it's still embarrassing." He held his free hand up to halt Clark's protests.

"I-don't-do-vulnerable." It sounded like it pained him to say it, and his knuckles were white as he gripped the lasso, but he needed to get this out now that the opportunity had presented itself. "I don't do movie nights. I don't do pillow talk. I don't do quiet mornings over coffee, or Saturday afternoon lunch dates on the dock of the lake. But I like--love--doing those things with you." His face was bright red as he looked over at Diana, and it felt like he was being flayed open, his nerves exposed to the elements. "Both of you."

Neither Clark nor Diana said anything while Bruce still held the lasso, though the sappy smiles on both of their faces spoke for them. "And I don't blush." Bruce added, sounding bewildered now. "I haven't since I was a kid. I don't know why that keeps happening around you two." Okay, now he was rambling. The lasso causing truths to spill out of him. "And I really don't like when you tickle my ears. I'm way too sensitive for that." Oh God. Diana was laughing now as she held a hand out for the rope. "But I really like when you tickle my back. It feels really--" Bruce abruptly dropped the lasso, his mouth snapping shut as the tips of his ears burned red.

Clark chose not to comment on that last revelation, even though he couldn't help the surprised laughter that came out when Bruce practically threw the lasso away from himself. "I love doing those things with you, too." He tentatively wrapped an arm around Bruce's shoulders, relaxing when Bruce leaned into the touch.

"As do I." Diana left the lasso where it had landed, stepping around it to slip her arms around Bruce's middle. She pressed a kiss to his temple. "Thank you for telling us that." She whispered into his hair.

"I'm--not great at expressing myself." Clark's small huff of laughter earned him an elbow to the ribs. "I...appreciated the help." A beat. "But keep that thing away from me around other people."

~~~Bonus Scene Later That Night~~~

"Soooo..."

Bruce's shoulders stiffened at Clark's tone, and he pretended to be busy looking for a shirt so he would have an excuse to not turn around. Not that that seemed to matter, since Clark was now draping himself over Bruce's back and walking him backwards away from the dresser. "What was that you said, earlier?"

"Something about your back?" Diana asked, plucking the shirt from Bruce's hands and tossing it carelessly over her shoulder. He wouldn't be needing that.

"Hngh." Since he was shirtless Clark and Diana got to see the flush start on Bruce's cheeks and creep it's way down his chest.

"Lay down." Clark whispered in his ear, snickering at the squeal Bruce wasn't fast enough to muffle.

"Fuck off." Bruce countered, right before he was unceremoniously flung onto the bed. "What happened to 'no powers in bed'?" He asked, no real heat in his voice as he settled into a more comfortable position on his stomach.

"We weren't in bed yet." God, Clark was such a little shit sometimes.

"Relax, Bruce." Diana ran her hands up his tense back before taking his arms and gently but firmly dragging them up so Bruce could cushion his head in them. "Let us do this for you."

"Please." Clark said enthusiastically, drawing a quiet laugh out of Bruce as he hid his face in his arms.

Someone was leaving a slow trail of kisses across his lower back, starting at the left side and leisurely making their way across. Bruce jolted when they reached the dimple at the base of his spine, muffling a laugh into the blankets when they nipped at the spot, and giving it the same treatment on the other side.

Soon a pair of hands (thicker fingers, shorter nails, it must be Clark) settled on either side of his spine, just below his shoulder blades. Bruce broke out in goosebumps, jolting with a gasp when they gently dragged out to either side, fingers tracing around his ribs as far as they could go until they were stopped by the mattress. He was mortified by the whimper he let out when those fingers quickly skimmed up his ribs, stopping just short of his underarms and instead dragging across his upper back.

The first real laugh escaped when those lips found their way to the backs of his ribs. Diana gently nibbled on the bone and Bruce shouted into the mattress, body heaving as he let loose and didn't bother to fight the laughter he could feel bubbling up inside. It only get worse better when Clark gently scratched his short nails across his lower back, causing Bruce to start squirming in earnest. From there it was hectic. Fingers, lips, nails, teeth; tickling, kissing, licking, teasing any spot they could reach.

When they finally decided Bruce (who hadn't let out a single protest, besides the involuntary squirming) had had enough, they each lay on either side of him. Bruce stayed where he was, giggling into the mattress for another minute. When he finally rolled over his face chest and stomach were all flushed pink, and he had a soft smile on his face that for once he wasn't trying to hide.

[distort-opia]

This might sound silly and i know bruce is bisexual and all but from a queer standpoint, the scene where he proposes to selina feels a lot like compulsory heterosexuality. "I love you. I HAVE to love you."

And considering the timeline, joker was HIDDEN INSIDE BRUCE'S BASEMENT my god the implications, the metaphor....

Yeah, the whole thing is... [clears throat] very interesting. These two panels, which happen relatively close in time, put it into perspective:

Batman (2016) #32 // Dark Days: The Casting

However, to be entirely honest, I don't think Bruce proposing to Selina, and that whole arc... can be boiled down to just compulsory heterosexuality. It's more complicated than that. Bruce is doing this after interacting with the Batman of Flashpoint, his own father, who begs him to try and be happy. And Bruce's idea of happiness, very much inspired by Thomas', is settling down with a woman and having a family. Gaining peace.

Tom King is the one who wrote the wedding arc, and the whole thing is permeated by this... typically masculine, American idealization of women as this isle of peace that a tortured man yearns for, but can never fully choose. I'm sure there's names for this trope or stereotype, but I'm too lazy to look this up. Think Michael Mann movies, think James Bond movies, think stories about criminals and agents and soldiers leading a dark violent life aspiring to put down arms, and the whole dream being entangled with a woman. A female character who usually isn't fleshed out beyond the representation of leaving a life of violence behind, having a nice wife and nice children in a nice house with a nice white picket fence. Tbh it's not surprising to me that King ended up writing Bruce and Selina with these undertones, because of King's infamous background with the CIA before he became a comic book writer.

And thing is, I don't think it's inaccurate to portray Bruce this way. Bruce has lead a long life of violence, and he wants to want to stop. He wishes it didn't define him as much as it does, he wishes there was another path for him-- and this wish drives his attempt to settle down with Selina. "I have to love you" is less about "you're a woman and I should marry a woman", it's more about "if I love you I am more of a human being, and I need that." Yes, it's compulsory heterosexuality too, in the sense that Bruce is drawing from the heteronormative idea that happiness can only be achieved through normality, and normality = wife and retirement. But it's also a sad, desperate attempt at salvaging himself through Selina, whom he does love... but the things he loves about her are less about her, and more about himself. In the end, his own subconscious acknowledges all of it, during the Knightmares arc:

Batman (2016) #69

[sigh] It's all quite sad. And I've said it in a different post, but this is partly why -- in a seemingly paradoxical way -- a relationship with Joker has the potential to work. "You can't love anyone but the Vow, but the Bat," Selina (a figment of his own mind) tells Bruce. And Joker is part of the Vow. In many ways, over the decades, Joker has become the endgame of the Vow, the incarnation of all the things the Bat is supposed to defeat. It's fucked up and makes me want to chew on glass, but the Bat could allow loving Joker, because loving Joker would be a part of the Mission.

Anyway, I went on a bit of an unncessary tangent, but yeah! I do agree, Anon. So many implications.