#bwfa tickle

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Tickletober day #9: Lie

Based on this piece of art by the wonderful and amazing @fluffyweeby Tysm for allowing me to write this, and I hope I do these boys justice :3

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Jason x Damian (PLATONIC)

Lee: Damian

Ler: Jason

Warnings: Tickles! Sibling bonding :3

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A little bird (also known as Tim) had told Jason that Damian was allegedly ticklish.

"Pfft, no way" was what Red Hood thought at first, but the possibility of it still lingered in his mind. I mean, how cute and funny would it be if Damian of all people started squealing like a kid? I mean, he was a kid after all. If anything, he'd be doing him a favor.

Being as nonchalant as he was, Jason went with the most straightforward approach possible. "Hey Dami, are you ticklish?"

"No, don't ask stupid questions Todd" the younger one deadpaned in his usual harsh tone. But you gotta remember, this is a family of detectives. It wasn't hard for Jason to notice the way Damian avoided eye contact and the slightest drop of sweat forming on his forehead. He practically gave himself away, but the fun is seeing it for yourself.

"Not ticklish at all? So really nothing, huh?" Jason had approached the younger male, his hands instantly latching onto Robin's sides.

"Mhmmmm—" Damian had to bite down on his lip to prevent any sound to come out. He'd be damned if the superior Robin got taken down with mere tickles, not like he was ticklish though...

"So if I were to tickle here or here you wouldn't laugh?~" Jason's amused smirk grew wider as he experimented on different spots, prodding at his ribs, fluttering his fingers under his arms, even reaching up to the youngling's neck. Although he didn't get a proper reaction yet, watching Damian struggling to keep his composure was a joy in it's own.

"N-nope! Cause I'm not tiHIcklish!" Damian's hands instantly flew up to cover his mouth when his voice raised in pitch. It seemed that Jason had snuck his hands down and gave a surprise squeeze to his hips.

The ex-assasin shot a glare up at his older brother "Todd, I swear—"

"Yeah yeah, swear all you want~" Jason retored teasingly as he continued to knead his fingers along the sensitive waist.

"HNGH!" Damian doubled over, his hands clutching around his stomach for dear life. His face transitioning through all the red colors imaginable.

"C'mon, baby bird. Can't hold it in forever~" Jason managed to pick up the shorter male with ease, swinging him over his shoulder.

"Gah! Unhand me right now!" Damian tried kicking and punching his way out, but Jason was too resilient.

"Not yet, I still got another spot to test out~" Jason gave a squeeze to Damian's knee, testing out the waters. Once he felt a sharp gasp escape his younger brother, he knew he had hit the jackpot.

"W-wait! bwAHAHAHAHA! TOHOHODD, LET ME GOHOHO!" Damian squealed and thrashed around Jason's hold, trying so hard to break free. Alas, his big bro could be just as stubborn as him.

"Woah! Who knew that you could laugh so cutely?~" Jason kept wriggling his fingers along the soft spot behind his knees, sending Damian into a fit of hysterics.

"I-IHIHI'LL KILL YOHOU! GAHAHAHAHA!"

"Whatever you say, kid" threats aside, it was pretty cute seeing his baby bro acting like a kid for once. Not that Jason would admit that out loud.

Once Damian started hiccuping through his laughter, Jason decided to show a bit of mercy and put him back down. The young Robin instantly sucked in as much air as he could, his cheeks were still all flushed and he was desperately trying to fight back the leftover smile.

"I... *hic* I will have my revenge..." he declared before storming out of the room, classic Damian.

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IM SORRY IF THIS IS ASS IM TRYING OK?! THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING THEM AND IM AIDHAKRHKSHRKSHE

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Rough night

Hehehehehe :3 @nataliewritez

I hope you like my gift to you~

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Natalie x Grayson

Lee: Natalie

Ler: Grayson

Warnings: Tickles!

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Natalie heard the door open which could only signal one thing.

"Dickie!" she quickly got up from where she sat, running over to her partner before stopping dead on her tracks. "Dick? What's wrong...?" her eyes drooped as instantly took notice of Dick's solemn expression.

He let out a shaky breath as he took off his mask. "Rough night..." he simply spoke as he dragged his legs over to you, picking you up with ease and carrying you over to the couch, where he settled you on top of his lap.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm here now" you smiled reassuringly as you caressed your soft fingers across his cheek. He couldn't help but smile back at the sweet gesture.

"Thank you, darling" he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, as his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck. His smooth hait brushing against sensitive skin.

"Pfft! Ehehe! Dick, that tickles..!" Natalie chortled out, trying to turtle away from the contact, but Nightwin's grip was too stubborn to get out of.

"I know. Maybe that's what I was going for...~" he grinned up at you cheekily before peppering yojr skin with soft, delicate kisses. Leaving a tinge of ticklishness behind with each peck.

"Nohoho! You jeherk!" Natalie tried pushing his face away, giggling all the while. Her laughter always managed to bring Dick out of his funk, no matter how hopeless it seemed.

He let out a mock gasp at your insult "Jerk?! Who are you fooling? We both know you like it~". His smile was innocent, and yet Natalie could feel her cheeks slowly turning the same shade as her hair.

"W-well, whatever..." you pouted playfully and crossed your arms.

"Oh? Does that mean I can keep going?~".

Before you could reply, Dick's fingers had started scribbling up and down your back as he blew small, 'lil raspberries all over your neck. His face lighting up as you squealed and wriggled all over his lap. This was his favorite way to spend those rought nights after patrol, and I think yours too~

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[ticklish-n-stuff]

Brotherly love

A/N: Hi @13phantom13angel13, I am your squealing santa this year! As an avid batboys fan, I really hope you enjoy what I wrote and that I did them justice. Happy December!

Summary: After a mission doesn't fit up to Red Robin's standards, it's up to Jason to step up to his big brother role.

Word count: 549

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“I hate to be that guy, but I’m the angsty one here. So I’m gonna need you to stop'' Jason spoke, leaning against Tim’s door frame. The latter sulked in bed after his latest mission. In a house full of egocentric detectives, any small mistake seemed like the end of the world.

In true Drake fashion, he didn’t bother communicating, simply huffed and crossed his arms. Laying on his side, facing away from his older brother. If facial expressions made noise, the whole mansion would’ve heard Jason’s aggressive eye roll. 

This was definitely the moment where he’d walk away, but for some reason, his legs stayed cemented in place. As much as he hated being the ‘caring’ older brother, he can’t just let poor Tim sulk, right? So with a groan, Jason made his way in, sitting at the foot of the bed. 

“C’mon, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad”.

“Easy for you to say, you weren’t there!” The younger’s voice grew in intensity before falling flat once more. “Just leave me alone…”.

Well, talking it out sure didn’t work, time for plan B: do things the Jason way. All that time learning to torment his brothers wasn’t left in vain, as it came handy whenever one of them fell a bit too stubborn. 

So with a sigh, Jason casually got up, making Tim believe he was finally leaving, only to suddenly be pinned on his own bed. Back pressed against the mattress and hands held firmly above his head.

“You seriously think I’m gonna let you sulk all by yourself? You’re even dumber than I thought” 

“I’m not dumb— W-wahait! Not thahahat!” whatever anger Tim felt was quickly dissolved into light titters, as strong fingers started to drag up and down his side. 

“See? Much better. A smile suits you more” Jason couldn’t help form a grin of his own, watching the younger robin slowly losing his composure. Trying to endure and act tough, only to fall back and give in to the laughter.

“Stohop it! I’m seherious- Gyah!! Pfft! Ahahahaha! Jahahason!” Red Robin let out a flustered whine, trying to shield his ever-growing red face behind his bound arm. His body desperately trying to wiggle away as Red Hood’s tickly fingers danced all over his abdomen.

“Not a chance! When’s the last time you let loose and had a good laugh? Either way, I’m changing that now~”

An ear-shattering squeal erupted from the younger brother when Jason started scratching at the soft spot below his navel. 

“EEEEK! PFFT! NAHAHAHA! OKAY! OKAHAHAY! I CAHAHAN’T!” poor Tim gasped and wheezed in uncontrollable laughter. Words falling deaf as he desperately tried telling Jason to stop. 

After a few more squeals and cries of ticklish agony did Jason finally let up. Allowing Tim to take in a well-deserved breath. 

Once the happy rush passed, an awkward silence fell upon the boys. Jason cleared his throat, about to head out, before being stopped by a small ‘wait’ from Tim.

“I- uhh… just wanted to say, thanks for that…” the young robin didn’t bother meeting the older one’s gaze. It wasn’t everyday they had such a pure, brotherly moment.

“No problem, Timmers” Jason shot back with a soft smile before walking out. Maybe acting like an older brother wasn’t so bad after all.

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