#dc stories

[visionsofmagic]

red hood/jason todd x black widow!reader

[masterlist]

🍓 summary:  the enemy of yours, jason for sure was annoying as hell but there was something that pull you two together and he knew this damn well.

🍓 wc: 2.4k

🍓 warnings&tags: fluff, flirting, sarcastic!jason, kissing, cursing, teasing, touching, enemies to lovers, hidden feelings, confession [kinda]

🍓 author's note: so, this was a request from an anon but I assume they were @chaoticsomeone​, and it took me long to write but finally, I did it! hope you enjoy; both anon and you all! ^^

jason was so annoying, you should give him that. but for some reasons, he seemed more annoying than ever and no, it wasn't because of you started to feel any emotion towards him which he wouldn't notice due to hiding them in deep down but hiding was hard to endure since you wanted to kiss him right before the mission, during the mission and especially, after it.

it wasn't usual of you to have feelings for an enemy but he was different. he felt different. you were still trying to decide whether the tension between you caused this or not. however, you couldn't think about its reasons. you just tried to focus on only to report the mission to the batman who was in touch you throughout it.

knowing jason's past was a peck, indeed, even if you never talked about it 'till he did. you respect him even though he was your enemy. you remembered what alfred told you about your relationship with jason, seeing it like the bond cat woman and the batman shared.

you didn't know their true identities but encouraging some of their missions together with some bat-fam members, jason right beside you, you saw the high tension and pull they both shared. it somehow seemed so - familiar. maybe alfred was right after all and tonight, you felt his rightness at the highest level, especially when jason put a smirk on his face after you looked at him shamelessly for a while as you realized in the last moment before turning to sky above you with a blushed face.

"don't give me that smirk." you said, rolling your eyes for calming yourself down because you knew jason's sensitive hearing abilities, probably could hear your heart beats which were running fast.

"what smirk?" he sounded like he didn't know what you were talking about but from the corner of your eyes, you saw how his smirk grew as he put his palms on the ground he was sitting on, leaning towards them and opening his thick thighs wider. his red mask were standing on the ground beside him and you could see his dark black hair fly with the power of night's wind.

he was more than attractive and you always thought about it whenever you saw him. it was like a natural habit of yours to think about jason all the time. you knew it was a habit of a lover than an enemy but you couldn't face with it since you believed you would become worse if you did.

"and what was with that girl back there?" you asked out of sudden. even though it wasn't intentional in the first place, you tried to act cool, reducing rising jealousy and curiosity on your system because of that unknown girl you saw in the mission field. she happened to be familiar with jason, knowing him from past. she didn't look like an ally or enemy but for sure, she was clingy towards jason, touching him freely from here to there, putting some kisses to his masked face, calling him pretty boy and acting like he owned her. it made your blood boil with pure rage, because of both dislike how the girl touched jason and not being able to do the same.

it was sad seeing how easy for another one to do what you wanted to do for such a long time.

"cherish?" he questioned, looking not interested in the topic but still answering your question, "she helped me in the past while tracking down someone."

"oh, so she's an ally?" you asked in a low tone, not looking at his eyes.

"kinda." jason said, looking at the sky as he threw his head. "why?" he questioned after a certain silence, taking your blurry mind back to him.

shrugging, you said, "just curious."

"I didn't know my fellas seemed interesting for you."

"they didn't but it's just – " you stopped talking, not wanting to give away your little secret of love him this easily. "I assume you only got me as an enemy fella who can be this close to you."

"this close?" he questioned, wanting you to be more open with that statement as he knelt down towards you, getting closer with each second 'till you chuckled nervously. he began to act a little odd out of nowhere and it was making you nervous, not being able to say what's on your mind completely.

"I mean look at us," you said, pointing to him and you after getting up and walking on the rooftop. "they see us as enemies. we should try to kill each other, not watching sunrise together. shouldn't we?" you asked to him because deep down, you wanted him to say a negative answer. love was like a fire under the skin but when it came to you, you liked the feeling that fire was giving. it was effect of jason on you after all.

what you were doing as a black widow included a great number of dangerous events, but, being in love with jason could be the most dangerous one which continues inside and outside a mission; a lifetime danger.

therefore, you chose to hide it for as long as you can. however, it looked like tonight was the end of it, you realized when jason asked "and what about 'u?" instead of answering the question after taking some time, looking at his hands.

as his eyes connected with yours, you forgot to breathe. the expression he had on his attractive face was unreadable and you had to try hard to understand meaning of his gazes. finally, you acknowledged some curiosity and sadness on them.

confused as ever, you thought loudly. "what about me?"

he shook his head, making his black hair move freely, looking hot like he was in a hair advertising scene.

"what do you think about this – " he stopped for a second, gathering enough strength to say what he is going to say aloud. "our relationship?"

your mind spent a quite time to comprehend what jason told about your relationship; calling it ‘our’. tonight, he was more open than ever and he didn’t help you even at slightest, instead, giving a headache while thinking about what to say – truth or just a tease.

if jason had a magic on you, you could believe with entire soul of yours. if he, now, told you he was joking, you would just laugh and get over with it. but none, jason did none of them. on contrary to these options your mind were thinking as likely events would take place from now on, he got up, not waiting for your answer. he took a few steps towards you, slowly but heavy. with each step, you took deep breaths, trying to find a way out from this because not knowing his intentions, you felt fear – fear of not being able to hold yourself and kiss him right here.

“jason –“ you tried to say, “I –“ the power you were holding was not working when you were alone with him. you knew this well but you couldn’t wait to spend more time after every mission you did together. beside them, there would a few occasions in which you two could get together. however, except some flirting, explicit comments and teasing, there wasn’t anything serious in these events you two shared. yes, there were moments you believed you and jason were pulling to each other with a ghost rope between your bodies and maybe, this night, it wouldn’t be a ghost or invisible rope. you were scared of this – scared of crashing a cold chest.

as fear began to rise inside enough to make scarecrow smell of it if he weren’t in arkham, jason spoke again, giving you something to hold to breathe and act properly.

he was both weakness and strength of you.

“didn’t answered my question.” he marked, and you gulped. trying to act confident and fearless, you shrugged.

“and I will not answer it ‘till you say what is the meaning of such question.” it was best option to gain more time. however, when jason smirked, you knew it didn’t work on him – not after he knew so much about you.

“there, there, acting like knowing nothing.” jason crossed his arms together, looking damn tall as he left just inches between his well built chest covered with a black silky suit and yours which was exposed a little, showing collarbone to eyes.

“you know I know so much.”

“except the meaning of the question, apparently.”

furrowing, you said while crossing your arms, copy him. “I can’t understand it if you have a closed mouth like that. you could ask it,” you showed your forefinger, “one, just to tease,” you added another finger, “two, getting a new information from me to keep it ‘till you will have a chance to hit me with it.” you added a last one, “three, maybe curiosity got its best out of you, huh?”

he shook his head, not impressed at the options, instead, looking bothered with them. “oh yeah, you are definitely clever as they said. sure.”

he turned to other side, going to pick up his mask as you realized how he used a dry sarcasm right there.

when that fact hit you, you felt anger. he was the one with a dumb brain not you. you weren’t the one talking like a close box, no, he was.

with that anger, you held his shoulder after he got his mask on his hands. squeezing the flesh under your palm that was full of muscles enough to make your mind go crazy once again, you said in pure annoyance, “what is wrong with you? you are asking odd questions and wait for me to understand the meaning of it right away with that unreadable expression of yours.” he looked at you and you felt confident than before, gladly, so, you added, “if you wanna say something, say it. and if you don’t, just leave it. don’t play with me.”

he turned to you when your hand on his shoulder stayed same, staring to your face with dark green eyes of his you loved to look at under every light or darkness because in every damn moment, his eyes were beautiful, taking breath away from your lungs and tonight, it was no different – maybe, it was more powerful even, not only taking breath but mind from you.

what was the time? where were you? why you were waiting in here? – they all seemed become silent each passing second as you kept looking at his eyes.

then, finally, he said, “you are the one who is playing with me.” to strengthen his words – to make it clear this time, he found your free hand, taking it as your breathes pitched, putting it right on his chest – where his heart rested.

without thinking twice, you closed your eyes, obeying what he wanted with simple gesture – you knew him well, not waiting for him to say what he wanted you to do.

the moment you closed your eyes, his heart’s beats began to flow from his chest to your hand, and to your heart from there – it was fast, so fast. it wasn’t because of any physical movement, no, it was all because of – you.

in the end, you found enough energy to open your eyes, looking at his dark green ones, and without putting any second to think about it, you just raised on your tiptoes, reaching his lips and kissing him – the thing your whole body pushed you to do, desired the most and when your lips touched to each other – as his mask hit the ground underneath your foot with a loud pump sound – as both of his hands found your waist, pushing it to his chest more, making your bodies crush into each other with raising heats from them.

your hands found his neck, hugging him tightly, a hand began to flow into his dark black hair, feeling his heart under yours.

the gotham city was so noisy in nights due to lots of different reasons but tonight – tonight, it was the quietest because your mind rejected it completely – it rejected the whole world, only to focus on just him – that fucking jason todd whose lips were kissing yours like it was the last thing he could get a taste of.

then, when he decided he couldn’t get enough, his hands found your ass, holding them to make your body jump higher, getting between his arms, hugging him stronger for avoiding any falling ‘till he made his way into a higher point in the rooftop on which you could sit.

placing your body on the nearest point, he left your messy lips for a second, looking at you from head to toe – a complete mess totally because of him, he smirked proudly, tilting his head a little to kiss the corner of your lips.

“well, not so dumb after all.”

rolling your eyes, you punched his shoulder gently, but smiling widely. indeed, you understood what he meant to refer with that question in the end; getting that hidden feeling out of you which were mutual. you could think he was playing with you but he wasn’t that guy – jason had a pure heart under that chest even though he wasn’t believing to have it on his own, however, you saw it and you believed him – you believed jason so much that you let him kiss you once again, hungrier and rougher this time, but still, giving away his true feeling within it as he hugged you from back, making your back arch, chest touch his, hands on his shoulders.

between kisses – lots of kisses you shared that night, you told him the answer of his question and so much more, finally getting chance to open your heart to him without fearing anything. and jason listened you carefully – closely. he didn’t say how much he loved you in return aloud, instead, he chose to use his lips, hands, and eyes with his entire body to show how he cared for you – how you meant like a lover rather than just an enemy. you took all of what he gave you gladly and from that night, a new journey in your relationship began.

maybe alfred was right; you two were like cat woman and batman. even though it looked like it, deep down, you believed it would become more with hope. you didn’t want jason stop kissing you, teasing you while flirting openly, touching you from here to there freely and letting you do the same to him, looking so happy with a simple look into your eyes.

love was dangerous path and you began to walk on it while holding jason’s hand with pleasure.

 the end.  🍓

[momachan]

"You find that your curiosity is stronger than your fear-- because the door is locked-- and beyond is a dreadful, nameless something that makes sounds in the night-- sounds which draw you into the darkness-- to the steps-- is the door-- well it's now or never! Open it-- and look at the freak!"

Black Magic (1973-1975) #7. "What's Up In The Attic? The Family Freak."

[jesncin]

"Who Is Superman? A Private Interview with Lois Lane" a fancomic about hope and connection. I've had this story in mind for so long and I'm very excited to be able to share it at last. Thank you for reading, and happy Lunar New Year!

[marvelpluschannel]

My Top 10 Favorite Batman Stories

[abisalli]

some digitalised bad doodles from my sketchbook :)

[nerdpoe]

Phantom, the newest addition to the Justice League, pulls Wonder Woman aside.

He has...a strange request.

He's nervous, flustered, fading in and out of the visible spectrum. It's clear that what he's about to ask of her is important to him, and even though she has an uncomfortable voice in the back of her head telling her this young hero is about to ask her out, she resolves to listen before she jumps to conclusions.

She's glad she did.

"Can...can you put a grave for me in Themyscira? I know it's just for women, but it's the safest place I can think of for it! I just...I don't have a grave, and Clockwork says it's starting to stunt my growth as a Ghost, and I have too many enemies on American soil, so. It's okay if you say no, though, I'll figure something out, it's fine."

Diana lets him ramble to the end, already knowing what her answer is going to be.

"We would be honored to host your grave, Phantom. Do you have any remains I can take home? Do you require a funeral service?"

Phantom looks...he looks beyond grateful. Close to tears.

"No, no remains. A symbolic grave is fine, it just. It has to have my real name on it, my mortal one." He says, looking hesitant. "Please don't reach out to my family, Wonder Woman. They don't know."

With that, he hands over a small slip of paper, torn from a notebook and clearly folded one too many times.

She takes it as though he were entrusting her with the rarest diamond in the world. She wants to, but she does not ask how they could not notice the death of someone so very bright.

Instead she nods, tucking the paper away.

Phantom will get a grand grave, one worthy of a friend to the Crown of Themyscira. She will ensure it.

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

The Viewers

Danny and Tucker move in together for college in Gotham

Tucker decided to make tiktoks just for fun, he could teach people about technology and help give tips.

He didn't realize that his viewers could see Danny in the background in some clips.

Danny being Danny was never caught doing something normal instead it was always something weird.

~

Tucker: "So you just switch this piece here-"

Danny in the background more than half his body in the fridge, the fridge is very noticeably growling

Tucker who is so used to it, it doesn't even register in his mind that it's not normal.

~

Tucker fan-boying about the new Wayne tech

His viewers looking behind him at Danny

Danny running around fighting his food which is also growling & flying

~

Tucker modifying his tech for the viewers

Danny's voice in the distance: "Bye Tuck, I need to go soup this guy real quick!"

Viewers: "Cannibalism?!"

~

Tucker: "Ah yes a very normal video!"

His viewers watching Danny:

~

Just an Idea

[breadandblankets]

Duke: "So then Ra's went-"

Damian: "You know that's not grandfather's name right"

Duke: "Hm?"

Damian: "that's not his name it's a title, you're supposed to say the whole title, his name isn't 'Head'"

Duke:

Damian:

Duke: "She give me Ra's on my Ghul til I…"

Damian, sighing, unsheathing a sword: "Thomas, I know you will survive this, so I will not be holding back"

[cpntredbeard]

This is the End Goal of Capitalism

I have had strong visions of the need for a specifically geriatric care orientated fast response team for evictions,.

[mrmrsman]

The bats have so many folks around, even if they aren't always working together. Enough that folks like to joke/write about Danny just kinda showing up acting like he already lives there. He just kinda blends in.

I'd love to see more magic motivated versions of this. Some kind of spell that affects the bat's perceptions of the past and present, making them actually miss that this boy wasn't with their family too long ago. Maybe it changes their understanding like it's a time line shift, maybe it fogs their mind just a tad and makes them glaze past something like it wasn't even there. I like the second if only because I feel like that would make it more likely for the bats to realize a spell was a foot.

Imagining this from Danny's side, hes terrified this whole time of getting found out. He knows how and when he showed up here and maybe even how flimsy whatever magic is in place is. Imagining a Desiree wish that was either very carefully worded or Not so carefully worded. Maybe he placed himself with the Wayne family with the expectation that he would quietly mooch of some rich idiot until he was ready to be on his own. Or maybe he wished himself to be a part of the batclan, taking up a mask and patroling with them as a bird that Doesn't Exist.

Ofc eventually the spell has to be broken, leaving the bats confused worried scared angry probably even amused, and a billion other things. WHY did this teenager decide to adopt himself into the Wayne/bat family? Who the hell is he and where did he come from. Someone call Zatanna, there is some magic Fuckery going on.

[ichimerapunk]

What if Joker Tried to Pull a Jigsaw?

Another idea for a piece of a story that has been bouncing around my brain for a bit...

Just your average “Danny joins the Batfamily but none of them know about secret identities” fanfic except the reveal happens with a lot of angst and it’s all because of the Joker.

What if Joker decides he’s going to implode the whatever relationship Batman has with Bruce Wayne by forcing either one of the Bats to kill off one of the Wayne kids or a Wayne kid to kill a Bat? He constructs a Jigsaw-level contraption and manages to capture one or two of the Bats and Danny. (How did Joker manage to capture Danny? Lucked out in that he used electricity to knock him out?) (Maybe the Joker wanted to try to capture more of either group or capture some other Wayne other than Danny, but he’s having to go with what he could get?)

So, he sets his victims in a contraption with a gun barrel pressed against each of them and a timer set to go off if no one pulls the trigger. The rest of the Batfamily aren’t going to get there in time. There are more explosives underneath their seats set to go off if anyone escapes their chair before someone is shot, so Danny can’t just phase his away out or let the bullet phase through him harmlessly.  

The trapped Bat(s) only have the capacity to shoot Danny while Danny could shoot either himself or a Bat (because the Joker knows a Bat would 100% take the self-sacrifice route, but assumed A Wayne wouldn’t [or some other contrivance]). After explaining the rules of the game, Joker runs off because he is expecting someone to die, and he knows how Batman gets when the Joker kills someone close to the man.) If there are two Bats, they could have a disagreement of who dies. Danny knows he can heal from a normally fatal gunshot wound even in human form (maybe because of past stuff with his parents or the GIW, maybe not). So much to the anguish of the Bat(s) present, he pulls the trigger.   

Danny wakes up with many of the Bats anguishing over his apparent death. Seeing Danny come alive again would be a confusing emotional rollercoaster for the Bats. (For even more angst, maybe Danny is freaking out because he believes the Bats will hand him over to the GIW because they uphold the law, right?)

[visionsofmagic]

PLEASE IF YOU'RE GONNA WRITE JASON DO A VILLAINxREDHOOD

Maybee.....Villain saves him at one point and Redhood defends Villain from the other Batfam members. And they end up together somehow

kiss or kill [red hood x villain!reader]

[masterlist]

✧ summary: after come across with jason in a mission, hidden feelings finds a way to get free and they make you do the things you always wanted to do.

✧ requested by anon ❥ [thanks for the request, hope you and others will enjoy the story while reading! have fun. ^^]

✧ wc: 3.3k

✧ warnings&tags: gn!reader, no use of pronouns, fluff & a little angst, wounds, violence, kicking, blood, kissing, touching, flirting, nicknames/pet names, batfam [only some of the members], teasing, jokes, hidden feelings, saving, defending, protective!jason, flashback, enemies to lovers, complicated relationship, hint of explicit moment of jason and reader, & more in the story! enjoy. ^^

there were lots of blood on jason’s suit, dripping onto the floor with loud sounds, making ears focus on them instead of surroundings of you.

sitting on the rooftop, you looked down at him intensely taking advantage of broken ceiling’s of the room that helped you to see what was going on. jason who was using his red hood identity now had faced with one of his enemies, not you but someone weaker. even if his enemy was week, he sure had some damage due to previous mission he had tonight with the rest of batfam members, including famous batman, the dark knight.

you knew they were close to this building – this room because tonight wasn’t made for them to interfere, no, it was one of business nights of a company working for government to do dirty jobs behind the doors and batfam members were here to track them down in order to get more information about the company.

knowing jason’s relationship with batman and other members, you could see how he was trying to not kill his enemy standing in front of him with a smirk on his disgusting face, happy to see jason get weaker each second due to wounds he had on some parts of his body. even if his suit’s dark color were hiding them, it was clear he had serious wounds under it. it was hard to tell how much he was suffering from them since his face was covered with that famous red mask of his, making it impossible to see his attractive face but you knew it – he sure was gritting his teeth under the mask, trying to stay stable and powerful; it was a habit of batfam to not show any hints of weaknesses in front of others.

but not you – you knew jason well and he knew you. you two sure had lots of night all alone, getting each very well even though you two see each other as enemies; jason was seeking for justice mixed with slight revenge while you were using people to continue living. he had his family even if he was trying to deny it but you had no one – no one except life that was given to you who was the daughter of no one – who belong to only streets.

therefore, your paths always found their ways to cross each other; he tried to kill you like a hundredth time and you too – he helped you lots of times you forgot to count and you too, so, the bond you had was different and unspoken – it was like a spider web, you two just at the opposite sides of it, not ready to take any steps yet because of afraid of stick feeling of it – you didn’t want to fall for him and he neither. so, here you were, watching him with a fast beating heart but you didn’t know why it was beating like that, ready to break your chest to get free any time soon, and you sure didn’t mind it because you already got used to it; to feel such senses in there whenever your eyes picked sight of him.

you weren’t an angel, no. no one on streets were angels, including you. however, he was making you one. your life changed when he came into your life without your control. he was making you more human, thoughtful one even who began to care for others. you remembered how you killed all people who crossed your path in a bad way, avoiding you to reach your destination, without any hesitation, not minding whether they were good ones or not. but now – now, you were searching each one of them to avoid killing unnecessarily, especially the ones who had no knowledge about the business.

you weren’t saint but you sure cared for those who helped you, and mostly jason. you knew you already fell for him since trying to take some steps forward him on that dumb spider web, not afraid of its sticky feeling. not telling him this or showing, you sure did a good job ‘till this night – ‘till you saw him so vulnerable. it was sad – painful even.

previous moments of the night came into your mind in these slowed down seconds, felt like eternity.

“drop the gun, handsome.”

you said, pointing a gun right to his forehead with a certain distance after getting onto the ground with a short jump from boxes that were invisible thanks to the darkness that rooftop had.

looking unreadable with that red mask on his face, jason chuckled lowly, leaving his defensive manner and starting walking to the corner of the rooftop to see city under your feet better.

“ordering me around, huh? you sure don’t know your place very well cutie.”

rolling your eyes playfully, you put the gun on your belt, walking towards him with crossed arms, “and you sure don’t know having fun.”

he shrugged, “I know fun which I can show you while teaching you some manner.”

and there he was, the side of him which made you try to look another side while feeling shy suddenly due to his flirting, mostly having mature contexts like this one. you knew he treated you differently than others and you enjoyed every second of it, so, you chose to just chuckle playfully and reach him.

when you stood beside him, looking at him directly, you asked, “will you have fun tonight?” referring to what his business was in here, you didn’t hide your curiosity because you had a job to do tonight as well, a kind of you would like to be not disturbed by surprised guests.

he looked at you with a way making you shiver even though you couldn’t see his eyes or face at all. he sure had great influence on you without even knowing it – maybe he did, you thought, or why he kept using it. he wasn’t dumb, no, not at all.

“I will.” he said, “will you?”

his sound was deep enough to make your stomach twist in excitement, giving you a previous memory’s reflection once again in which you and jason shared a bond – physically. the memory that haunt you down every night whenever there was time to think of it over and over again. you gladly let it get into your skin every night but not in this one – in this one, you needed to focus only on the mission.

shrugging, you spent a moment to show a fake thinking, your hand on your chin, saying ‘hmm’ sounds, walking from here to there.

when you reached him closer, leaving just inches between your bodies, a hand stopped when it touched the surface of his red mask. you wanted to touch his face but this was closest you could get now, so, you accepted It, caressing his mask like it was his cheek under your palm. putting free hand on his chest, you smiled, feeling the power of being able to this close to him without a gun pointed on your head, like those in first times you two met, you said, “nights never stop as you know and I can not either. so, don’t cross my path handsome or else –“ you looked at where his lips stayed for a second before looking up once again, “a bullet will smash that beautiful body of yours.”

“beautiful?” he asked, sounding childish intentionally, “I prefer attractive.”

you chuckled, shaking your head slowly, leaving him free without your touches on his body, taking a few steps into the deep sides of the rooftop, “don’t make me hurt you, j.” you said, leaving him alone but his hand found your wrist, pulling your body fast like its weight meant nothing, making it crush his chest with a loud ‘pump’ sound.

with fast heart beats, you looked at his masked face, trying to hide your shyness and excitement at sudden gesture.

“don’t –“

you put a finger on his mask on where his lips stayed and he became silent even if your finger wasn’t touching his lips directly. you would laugh at his face with happiness if the air wasn’t this intense.

“whatever you will say, just keep it ‘till I finish my job in here.” lastly, you put a kiss on his mask, smiling and taking back your wrist from his hand, not willingly of course but you needed to. “bye bye handsome!”

then, you were in all darkness, away from him.

touches you shared meant different things according to the place, time and occasion. however, each one of them was remarkable, leaving their own marks on the soul and whenever your skin touches his, you wished to touch more – to feel more.

you loved him. yes, you were his enemy, could pull a trigger of a gun which can hurt him in the past, but not now – not anymore. not when you realized you were ready to become human shield in front of him only for protection – his protection.

not thinking any longer, you shouted, “hey, dumbass, look up!”

when his enemy finally acknowledged your presence below him, it was already too late and when you jumped from there to right onto his body, he screamed after you held his head, holding it ‘till his forehead hit the floor underneath your feet, loudly, making him scream more in pure pain with a dizzy brain because of the impact.

when the man was about to get up, you kicked his head again with your foot, making him moan in pain.

putting your foot on his back to make him stay on the ground, you got the gun of jason from the ground, throwing it to him and picking up yours from your belt to point directly at the man’s head.

jason who was seeming better now, especially from this view, came into your side, standing in front of the man who was looking so pissed off.

kneeling down into the level of the beaten man, he said, “not a good night for you, huh, dummy.” then, he hit man’s head to make him passed out when he was about to curse to his face. you remembered those times jason chose to put a bullet into their brains, but now, he chose not to and not knowing why, you felt a proud feeling on your chest – proud of him and his actions.

he was better. thanks to batfam, I guess – you thought.

smiling to him, you gave him a hand to get up. holding it after looking at your face a certain time, he got up. when you were about to say something like a teasing in order to calm yourself down because his hold’s affect on your hand were increasing, giving you explosions, he left your hand only to growl in pain and falling into his knees, holding his abdomen with a light grip.

as you made your way to him – closer, feeling sorrow to see and hear him in pain, to help, the wind cut with something flying on the air.

hearing it at the last moment, you dodged the attack, jumping back onto a box behind you to take a defensive manner; one leg’s knee on the surface of brown heavy box, the other staying as crouching, a pistol gun on your hand, directed into the shadows.

it was silent for a second, giving you the time to look at flying object which ended on a wooden column of the building; a batarang, shaped as a bat’s symbol – the batman.

holding your breath, you didn’t move an inch, even when not one but four different foot began to hit ground loudly and heavily.

then, you saw them one by one; first famous vigilante of the gotham who gave fear to all people – the batman himself with all his glory, nightwing with his blue logo on his chest that completed with a black eye patch to hide his identity, then – red robin who wore a red and black suit and lastly, batgirl who was shining in gold color of her suit.

you knew them, including their real identities, one by one and you knew more of them, including alfred and batman’s other son, damian wayne with other members. you faced with them in bad and good ways thanks to your connection with crime on the city and particularly with jason.

“step aside.” batman spoke, deeper than jason and sounding so strong but it meant nothing to you, you hadn’t fear of them because they knew you too but it was a fact that they didn’t like you that much – or not enough to trust you helping jason without any benefit from it, especially now when they saw him on his knees.

dick, the nightwing, was the first one rushed towards jason, picking up him from the ground, wrapping jason’s arm on his shoulders to help him stand.

when bruce took a step forward with the rest of batfam members, he opened to his mouth to say more. “working with them?” he showed the man on the ground, “I can not say I am surprised at all.” he didn’t show any emotions but you knew he was telling the truth, seeing you as an enemy rather than an ally who can hurt jason without guilt if it means to give benefit. “their business is nothing I would like to interfere but hurting them is not acceptable either.”

when you had enough, you put the gun on your belt, straighten your posture, you were ready to say goodbye to jason but he had other plans – plans no one expected him to do, including you.

“batman, stop,” he said, getting from the hold of dick and walking towards you while holding his wound on the chest. however, when he reached his destination – right in front of you, he stood still, showing no pain, no fear or hesitation as his body made a shield between yours and others, making you look into his neck with disbelief, not ready to what he was about to do because you already understood it. “y/n saved me.”

you could see them with acute angle but their surprised expressions were still visible, not waiting for you to save jason.

your surprise was different than theirs; why jason was defending you like this? image of you was as an enemy for others, so, you waited jason to see you as same. maybe, you thought, maybe he saw you – differently.

“oh,” dick said, looking at you and to batman, waiting him to say something – or others. as they kept silence, dick continued, playing with his neck hair while his other hand stayed on his belt, “then, thanks, I guess?” smiling, he added, “for saving our cute boy!”

you could feel jason’s eye rolling. smiling to dick, you said, “take your time well. he will take his little revenge when he get his health back for saying such words.” you turned to jason playfully, get a pick from behind to his face like a kid, “isn’t that right, red?” choosing to use red nickname instead of j in front of his family, you seemed his tensed body went calmer, looking down at your face.

in pure silence, two fake coughs heard coming from both red robin and batgirl, making you both look at them.

“well,” red robin said firstly, “we should go back now, right? the mission is over.” he looked at batgirl and she added, “yes! and red hood need medicine for his wounds as well.”

batman only said ‘hmm’ while watching you intensely, studying you to see whether you really saved jason purely or for benefits – or even whether you were controlling him or not. selina always said he was a good detective who thought every possibility in every situation.

“okay,” batman said, “let’s get going.” he nodded to dick while getting back with rest of the fam.

dick smiled to you once again before leaving you and jason alone after saying, “don’t get long and y/n, you should come too. yeah?”

and then, it was all silence; you standing behind jason, watching his back, him staying silent and well than before.

wanting him to reach the medicine he needs sooner, you said, “jason,” to take his attention to yours, “you need to go.”

he kept his silence a little more ‘till his hands reached his mask, opening and removing it slowly, giving you excitement on the chest – fastened heart beats, sweats on palms and hope all over.

“be careful.” he said, sound deep and soft.

you, on the other hand, was confused. “what?”

“the thing I tried to say on that rooftop,” he said, turning to you as he kept his mask on his right hand, showing his falling hair on forehead, green eyes with some blue on them thanks to the gloomy light of the place, and sparkles on each eye that directed into your face, making you burn in love and lust to finally see his face you missed so much as you realized now. “I wanted you to be careful.”

he confessed, giving you a breathless statement.

feeling like it, your both hands reached his face, holding each cheeks, smiling happily, “maybe, I should have been the one who say that after all.”

looking serious, he closed his eyes, feeling your touches’ power on him, letting it to flow into his soul, making the night the happiest one of your entire life – he was enjoying your touches and contrast to other nights, he was showing it openly, not afraid to be weak – he wasn’t, you believed, he wasn’t weak at all, instead, he seemed so powerful, not hesitating to show his true feelings unlike you.

“thank ‘u.” he said, opening his eyes, “for saving me.” he added, sounding honest.

smiling wider, you said, “of course,” caressing his cheeks, you raised on your tiptoes, reaching his lips and put a kiss on them after saying, “or how we can continue to chase one another, handsome.”

the kiss meant to be short but for jason, it had to be longer as it seemed because he reached down, capturing your lips with his – a feeling you missed to have.

reaching a happy euphoria, you let him kiss whatever he liked and he let you kiss him as long as – as deep as you wanted it to be.

when lots of kisses happened in that moment, a voice came from his mask – a headphone put on it to hear others, “hey, c’mon already!” dick’s robotics sound came into ears, “tim and barbs already began to gossip about you and bruce is not having any fun at all. I can’t keep him more from getting in again.” then, some voices joined him, one from tim who said from a distance, “get y/n, jason! just kiss and tell how you feel, it always works!” then, barbara added, “do not kiss directly! be romantic, for gods sake, don’t listen tim, he isn’t good with beloved ones.”

when they began to fight on the background, dick began to talk again, “hey! stop fighting, you will get attention of bruce and I already gave something to him to focus on or else – oh shit,” he run towards a point – a point ‘till he reached bruce as it sounded after you heard his deep voice on the line, “I am going inside – they can’t take this long –“

the last thing you heard dick trying to stop him and saying, “and how would you know this?” in a low tone, full of playfulness.

chuckling to jason who was holding his face with his free hand, you removed it from his face, “cute.”

he rolled his eyes, holding you from the wrist while starting to walk towards the outside to reach others, “get going, the night isn’t over, there is still time to teach you some manners ‘cutie’.”

the end. 🍰

[noisilyscreechingsong]

Eyes

Dp x Dc Crossover Writing Idea

“Red Robin!”

When he backtracked to find the owner of the voice he was a bit surprised to find a young boy, maybe eight years old if he had to guess, dressed in a red sweatshirt that dwarfed him and a pair of gym shorts that had seen better days.

Not many Gothamites called out to the vigilantes, a silent agreement to stay out of their way and not to look too closely. This kid however stared up at him with bright blue eyes unafraid of getting the Red Robin’s attention.

A fan?

Before he even opens his mouth, the kid gives him a small, hopeful smile, eyes shining with something that reminds him of himself when he was that age and following Batman and Robin with his camera around his tiny neck.

“I brought you a gift,” the boy say with nervous excitement. He enthusiastically swings off the backpack he had on to dig through the contents, taking his eyes off the vigilante and showing his unwavering trust that nothing bad would happen to him while Red Robin was here.

The boy pulls out what appears to be a jar wrapped in newspaper, the worn page ripping in some spots to show the clear glass underneath. Small hands present it like it’s Red Robin’s birthday (which it wasn’t).

He takes it cautiously, the kid hasn’t been hostile but this was still weird, and pulls it closer with enough space so if it’s a bomb it doesn’t blow up in his face.

It’s got weight to it and the slight sloshing tells him it’s filled with liquid. He carefully unwraps the ‘gift’, keeping his eye on the boy who stands waiting anxiously.

Tim almost drops the jar as soon as he sees what’s inside. Only his reflexes from over the years held on and his expression turned neutral.

A pair of eyes sit at the bottom of the jar. The orbs were crudely extracted, tissue floating around them like a mane of hair around a head.

He turns the jar to see the irises and… he knew these eyes. The slimy green is filmed with death, but he recognized these eyes from the number of times the owner locked them onto him, the cruel possessiveness they possessed when they gazed at him. Never again apparently.

Tim doesn’t speak for a while, not knowing what to say, but also thoughts racing too fast to form any proper sentences.

“Do you like it?” The small, nervous voice interrupts those thoughts.

What an innocent question on an equally innocent looking face.

“How did you get Ra’s Al Ghul’s eyes?”

The teasing chatter over the comms immediately hushes into shocked silence.

“I took them from his body, so you knew he was dead. I burned the rest so you don’t have to worry about him coming back again. The Pit there is gone anyway,” the child explains easily, not fazed in the slightest from the words he speaks.

“Grandfather is dead?” He hears Damian whisper over the comm.

So many other questions were flying through Tim’s head. He looks the kid over again.

Black hair and blue eyes. In any other situation the kid might have been a possible Wayne adoptee. He’s not a clone from what he can see though. Despite the coloring he doesn’t really look like any of them. Pale skin like Tim, but has freckles. The same kind of nose as Damian, but wide, round eyes. Jaw kind of like Jason, but his body shape is too narrow. Bright, almost icy blue eyes like Dick, but eyebrow shape is flatter. Lip shape like Bruce, but from the kid’s anxious lip biting he could see the faintest trace of dimples.

“Who are you?” He asks instead of the other million and one questions.

The boy blinks almost like he wasn’t expecting the question. He’s cheeks color pink with blush as he grins widely.

“I’m Danny!” He introduces cheerfully like he didn’t just hand a vigilante a jar of eyes.

“Hi, Danny,” Tim greets almost dumbly. “Want to tell me why you gave me this?”

Danny scoffs his shoe against the pavement in what appears to be embarrassment.

“Well, I know when you ask someone for something, it’s nice to give a gift or something. Like I did something nice for you so maybe you’ll do something nice for me?”

He takes a moment to absorb that child-like reasoning.

“So you want me to do something for you and you thought I would like Ra’s Al Ghul’s eyes in exchange?”

Danny studies him and fidgets with the large sweatshirt sleeve.

“I just thought you would like proof. Like the whole ‘bring me the heart of my enemy’ kind of thing. Do you not like it? I couldn’t just take a picture ‘cuz I didn’t have a camera with me, I know you like photography. I can do something else for you if it’s not enough,” he offers worriedly.

Tim freezes.

“How do you know I like photography?” He demands.

Danny tilts his head curiously.

“Because Tim Drake likes photography,” he says like it’s obvious, “and you’re Tim Drake.”

Well. This is less than ideal.

“Red Robin, take him back to the Cave,” Batman instructs over the comms.

Yeah, he was getting there.

“Do you know the other’s’ identities?”

Danny nods and hums affirmatively. Tim waits.

“Oh! Yea. Batman is Bruce Wayne. Robin is Damian Wayne. Red Hood is Jason Todd. Nightwing is Richard Grey-“

“Okay. That’s enough.”

Tim glances around the empty alley they were standing in, checking to make sure no stray people heard. Luckily they were truly alone.

“Danny, do you want to come back with me?” He asks, but it’s not really a question. The kid was coming back regardless, it would just be better if he went willingly.

Unsurprisingly, the kid lights up like a little sun at the offer.

“Really?” He nearly shouts in excitement.

“Yeah, kid. I parked my bike a few blocks from here. You ever rode a motorcycle before?”

Danny shakes his head, nearly bounding on his toes.

“Not in this lifetime.” And wasn’t that odd wording? “Are we gonna grapple there?”

“Think you can hold on?”

“Yeah!”

He kneels down so the boy can climb onto his back and lock his arms around his neck and hook his feet together around his torso. Danny is worryingly light as he stands.

The kid is the picture of an excited and overeager child as they carefully fly over rooftops and then drive back to the Cave. Even when they park inside the safety of the Batcave, Danny’s eyes are filled with child-like awe and wonder, so curious and chattering with questions and wild imagination. It would be cute, endearing even, if the jar of eyes wasn’t sitting heavily in his pocket.

Alfred came down not too long after their arrival with a tray of healthy snacks and some waters. Danny happily munches on the apple slices as he wanders around where Tim can see him.

The rumble of the Batmobile can be heard almost an hour later after Tim has to tell Danny not to touch the weapons for the fourth time. The kid’s attention is drawn to the sleek black vehicle as it parks by Tim’s bike. He trots over with wide eyes as the doors open and Robin exits, then Batman.

Unfortunately, Dick is in Bludhaven and Jason is visiting Roy and Lian this week. Cass and Steph were gone as well and Duke was sleeping. It was just the three of them and this kid with Alfred as the only buffer.

Danny stares openly, curious, as the duo makes their way over to the computer where Tim has claimed his sit.

Tim turns the jar that he set on the table so the eyes are facing them and slowly leans back again, suddenly very tired. Damian flexes his hands into fists tightly while Batman is very still.

“Hi,” Danny chirps like nothing is wrong, oblivious to the tension in the air.

Batman takes a measured breath. Robin glares down at the child, but remains silent for now.

“Who killed Ra’s Al Ghul?”

Danny blinks blankly.

“Nobody.”

“You’re saying he just dropped dead?” Damian sneered in sarcasm.

“Death took him,” the child says simply as if that explained everything.

“How?” The word is demanded and emphasized.

“Like Death takes everyone. His expiration was overdue.”

Bruce frowns and Damian almost snarls.

“I demand you start making sense!”

Danny glares back in offense.

“I’m being very clear! Maybe you should ask better questions!”

The twelve year old growls at the smaller child and Batman has to place a firm hand on his shoulder to keep him from attacking.

“Danny?” Batman questions after a tense moment.

The boy’s arms are crossed in irritation, but he blinks out of his glare to stare up at the man.

“Yea?”

“How do you know our identities?”

“Oh, memories.”

Danny looked like everything he said made sense and it was driving Tim up a wall.

“Memories,” Bruce repeats.

“Uh-huh,” Danny nods confidently. “From the Lazarus Pit.”

A jolt goes through Tim as he recalls what the boy said earlier about the Pit.

“Didn’t you say the Pit was gone?” He asks before Bruce could continue his line of questioning.

Danny turns with a bright smile as if he was proud Tim remembered.

“Yea! Well, gone from this world anyway.” Tim was concerned. “I took the memories from it before sending it back where it belongs.”

“Okay. How did you know how to ‘take the memories’ and send it back? Back where?”

“I was born from it. Duh. It went back to the Realms or I guess you’d call it the Afterlife,” Danny actually rolls his eyes as if they should already know this.

“Born from it?” Damian asks with a wavering voice, hidden well from the child but not from them. “Nothing has ever been born from the Pits.”

“That you know of.”

And wasn’t that the kicker.

“So, to clarify, you come from the Pits. You know who we are because you took the memories from said Pits. Death took Ra’s because his time was up. And you took the eyes from his corpse to give to me because you thought I would like it as a gift so I would do something for you.”

Danny positively beams.

“This is why you’re my favorite!”

Damian grinds his teeth harshly.

“What is it you want Red Robin to do for you?” Batman asks in strangled hesitation.

“Oh!” Danny perks up like he remembered and hops over to Tim with pleading hands. “Can you please make me an identity? You’re really good at all that stuff and I was hoping you could find me a family. Someone to adopt me. A nice family, with a bed and family dinners and a dog. I always wanted a dog.”

Tim has the sudden urge to scream.

[bluerosefox]

Possessed Pearl's

You know how in some ghost stories sometimes its not a person or a land that's haunted but the items?

Well what if, when looking for a mother's day gift for his mom, Danny is looking around a pawn shop and finds a necklace, it's missing some pearls but it's just enough to pass off as a decent gift. Danny humms but decides against it and goes to leave it....

That was until he gasped out blue frost and spots a ghostly woman appear out of the necklace with a somber smile. She isn't as seeable as the other ghosts in Amity though, meaning she doesn't have enough ectoplasm on her own (that might change the longer she's in Amity and around Danny though) and that right now only Danny can see her.

And Danny well... hes been doing his hero gig for a bit now, might go and ask if there was anything he can do to help.

And later Danny's good deed... bites him back. Oh boy. Because now he has the Bats looking into Amity Park... Wait what do you mean Martha is now strong enough to be seen?!

[sistertotheknowitall]

Danny is Some Guy being followed

Part three? I guess, cause apparently it’s not content to stay in my head. Part One, Part Two

To say Danny was awake when he fist met these guys would be true, but to say he was fully aware would be a lie, and to live in Gotham one needed to be constantly aware.

If not, they would end up in this exact situation. Being stalked by vigilantes.

Him, Danny “Phantom” Fenton, Ghost King of the Infinite realms, was being constantly followed by a vigilante family. At least Danny assumed they were a family after hearing Red Hood call Nightwing “little brother.” (“I’m older than you.” “Yeah but you’re shorter.” “That’s not how that works!”) Also there was a child and at least three teenagers running around in spandex and armor. If they weren’t a family Danny wasn’t half-dead.

Anyway, Danny was pretty-sure they were watching him. His only guess as to why, well it started with a comment he made when slightly delirious. Because on that night when he was awake but not really, he called Batman the the fury-vigilante. In front of who the young king now realizes might be the bat’s son.

Danny understands that it might have been embarrassing but also it was just a comment and not even an original one! A lot of people called him that! And sure, not always to his face but still it could not have been his first time hearing it.

So Danny saw it as unnecessary to send out his army of (admittedly nice) children to harass Danny whenever they could. It was getting old and they always looked at him as if he was the odd one. Which he was but they didn’t know that. Like, Danny is just trying to get to where he needs to go, you people are the ones squaring up to random thugs on a school night.

Not that Danny didn’t appreciate the constant rescues, but he knew the life of a teenage vigilante and it wasn’t an easy one. Danny had a list of regrets and the scars to prove it. Hell, Baby Ninja looked younger than Danny when he first started.

In the first month of being shadowed Danny was sure he had met all of Batman’s children, either by rescue or confrontation. (How was he supposed to know he wasn’t allowed near that wearhouse?) He decided that Red Robin and Signal were his favorites, they spoke to him as a fellow person. Dickwing was his least favorite. After the incident with the Fenton anti-creep stick and four creeps, Dickwing started to lecture Danny on self-preservation and “being too young to put himself in that kind of danger.” Danny had stared pointedly at Baby Ninja on the fire escape (not that Dickwing noticed.)

Danny didn’t really now what their goal was, so far outside the three a.m. gun fights, the hypocritical lectures, and Baby Ninja’s prickly nature, the Batkids weren’t so bad. Still Danny wasn’t going to tell them his name. Hello? they were following him. Yes they were vigilantes but they were also stalkers and Danny had rights.

[aquanym]

AU where Robin Tim meets Red Robin Tim

The oblivious delight of your younger self vs. the un-ending horror of being reminded of your younger self: fight

Closer-ups under the cut: