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pekejscatbed · 3 months
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I'm Feeling Devious (you're looking glamorous) | Dick x Jason x Roy x Wally
info/warnings: smut & fluff, ftm Dick, fingering, masturbation, filming, pseudo incest, idk what else to put
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I originally planned to have this posted almost two months ago, but then my cat, Cotton Candy, died. And then my other cat, KitKat, got sick a month later, and after syringe feeding her for two weeks, she died, too.
So, yeah. Fanfic author curse is real, I guess.
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Jason is in the midst of freeing himself of the Red Hood uniform when his phone buzzes from the couch, where he haphazardly tossed it upon returning to the safe house after a night of solo patrol; he sighs and ignores it, stripping himself from the rest of his uniform and his underclothes, leaving him in nothing but his Arsenal themed boxers, a black base with little red arrows and gray trucker hats scattered about and the words "Arsenal's Property" sprawled across the ass in fancy, red cursive lettering, custom ordered by Roy as a gag Valentines Day present a couple of years ago (he also owns a pair of Nightwing and Flash boxers, gags gift from all three of his partners that he wore regularly on nights like these, when he's stuck in Gotham by himself, missing his boyfriends who all are on a mission- though normally, they aren't all on the same mission, and Jason is just a little bit salty about it).
The phone buzzes again and this time, Jason picks it up, three messages lit up on his lockscreen under Roy's contact. Jason opens his phone to view the messages, one reading, "missing you jaybaby <3", the second showing a picture of Dick in nothing but his Red Hood red underwear and sitting in Wally's fully clothed lap, the gingers hands on Dick's chest and Dick's hands buried in Wally's fluffy red hair, and the last message being of a video, the starting screen showing an imagine of Wally in all his glory, one hand closed around his erect cock and the other over his mouth, like he's trying to keep quiet, and his eyes are wide open, seemingly staring at something to the side of the camera.
Jason flushes, warmth beginning to swirl around inside his gut as he sits down on the couch, tapping the play button.
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Roy hums into Wally's clothed stomach as the speedster runs his fingers through the other man's greasy hair and asks about the science behind some of Roy's trick arrows, the archer nodding in affirmation to Wally's most recent question, when Wally suddenly stops playing with the others hair and ceases his questioning, and Roy looks up at him in question only to see him staring at something behind Roy with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. Turning his head, Roy wolf whistles at the sight before his eyes, a grin settling on his face; Dick is standing in front of the bed bare ass naked, and what a fine ass it is, back turned to his two ginger boyfriends as he rummages through his suitcase, pulling out a pair of red boxer shorts- the same exact shade as Jason's Red Hood helmet- and turns around, showing off his bush and smirking at the sight of the others as he steps into the underwear, pulling them up his legs. He doesn't put on a shirt, breasts on full display.
"You're drooling, Walls."
Wally wipes at his mouth with his hand. "You're just that hot, babe."
"Yeah," Roy nods in agreement and sits up from his place between Wally's thick speedster thighs, grin still on his face "I'd kill to be in that bush."
"Go take a shower, Roy." Dick smiles as he speaks, walking to the bed to lightly shove the archer off, who dramatically stumbles for a second before catching himself. The ravenette pulls him into a quick kiss then shoos him away, watching him walk to the bathroom Dick had just exited and listening for the sound of the water turning back on.
Dick crawls into Wally's lap at the sound of the water running, legs on either side of the latter's strong thighs. Wally is fully clothed, preferring the comfort of his Nightwing themed lounge pants and one of his old Flash t-shirts from before he became The Flash himself, the logo faded to almost nothing, while Dick prefers little clothes after bathing. Wally's hands easily find his boyfriends hips, Dicks hands running over Wally's shoulders to the back of his neck, curling the gingers hair around his fingers, and they both lean in, capturing each other's lips in a soft kiss.
"You taste like cookies." Dick speaks as he pulls away from the kiss, eyes roaming Wally's face, silently counting the freckles dusting his skin.
Wally hums, eyes closed as he soaks in his lover's attention, content. "Flavored lip balm. Do you like it?"
Leaning in for another kiss, Dick whispers "yes" against the speedsters' lips. His tongue darts out to lick at Wally's flavored lips, savoring the sweet taste of cookie lip balm, and Wally lets out a small groan into Dick's mouth, who takes the chance to slip his tongue inside the gingers mouth. As they kiss, the ravenette reaches for one of the hands on his waist, slowly guiding Wally to his chest, and he shivers as the hand cups his breast and thumbs over his nipple, bringing his own hand back to Wally's neck and burying his fingers in the others hair, lightly gripping as Wally begins to tweak his nipple. Dick's body reacts to his boyfriends' touch, hips rolling and grinding against Wally, who bucks his own hips up to meet Dicks, the movement and pressure going straight to the pair's groins, Wally's length hardening within the confines of his pants and moisture growing between Dicks legs.
As the pair continue to grind against one another, kissing and groping and moaning, Roy finishes his shower, exiting the hotel bathroom in nothing but a white towel that sits low on his waist, happy trail on display. He whistles again as he takes in the beauty that is his lovers moving together through gasps and pants, hands roaming each other's bodies. He wants to preserve the moment, to capture the charm and elegance that his boyfriends possess, that their bodies emit as passion and pleasure takes over and bubbles around them, spilling over their surroundings and filling the air with a pure, unfiltered lust that has Roy's whole body enveloped in warmth. The archer leans against the dresser/TV stand combo that sits on the wall across from the bed and grabs his phone from the corner where he set it when they came in, opening his camera to capture his lover's passion in a photograph- Dick's near naked body in Wally's lap, the two kissing and grinding as Wally gropes at Dick's bare skin and Dick tugs at Wally's ginger locks.
"Jay's gonna love this." Roy speaks as the picture is taken, then sets his phone back down, admiring his present boyfriend's bodies, their love, and the two take a minute to keep pressing against one another before they're pulling away to catch their breaths, and Dick turns his head to look at Roy, panting as he smiles.
"Wanna make him a movie, baby?" Wally whines and buries his head in the crevice between Dicks neck and shoulder, pressing kisses to his naturally tan skin. "You like that, Walls?"
Wally nods into the ravenettes neck, teeth grazing skin as he begins to lick and suck and nip.
"I think we should make him the star, yeah?" Roy's voice is deep, raspy with lust, and the words force another whine from Wally's throat.
Dick smirks in agreement. "Yeah." And then he's lifting himself from Wally's lap and off the bed, standing despite Wally's protesting, hands grabbing at Dick's arms in attempt to keep him there, held against Wally's warm body. Leaning down, Dick presses a soft kiss to Wally's lips and holds his face in his hands, forcing Wally to look up at him from his spot on the bed. "Wanna put on a show for Jason, baby?" Wally nods. "Be a good boy and listen to me then, okay?"
Wally nods again, a soft "okay" leaving his lips as he nuzzles into his boyfriend's hands.
"Good boy." Dick holds Wally's head against his chest for a moment, petting his ginger locks as Wally gives a sweet kiss to his breast. Then, Dick is pulling away, ordering Wally to strip as he walks towards where Roy is still leaning up against the dresser, watching them with a look of fondness.
He greets Roy with a kiss that ends as quick as it started, then stands pressed up against him, wrapping an arm around Roy's waist as an arm twice the size of Dick's own is wrapping around his shoulder, the two leaning on one another. Roy has his phone out again before Dick even has to ask, but Wally is already out of his clothes by the time he presses record; no matter, more interesting things will be happening tonight.
"What should we have him do first, doll?" The question is directed towards Dick, and he hums at Roy's words.
"I wanna see how long he can touch himself without cumming." Dick pauses to gauge Wally's reaction, who's erect cock twitches at the words. "You think Jason will like that?
Roy nods, because Jason is into that (especially when Jason himself is the one not allowed to cum). "Jaybird will love it."
"You heard him, Walls, be a good boy and touch yourself for us. For Jay."
Wally does as told, hand taking hold of his cock, thumb swiping over the slit and rubbing pre over himself, beginning to jerk himself as he watches Dick and Roy watch him. Dicks fingers rub lazy circles around his clit through his boxers, though his eyes are trained on Wally, watching the way the speedster strokes himself. Roy isn't touching himself, but the towel is gone, polling around his feet on the floor, and his cock is erect, standing tall and curved slightly to the left. He presses hot kisses into the skin of Dicks neck, pausing occasionally to suck and bite until a red mark blossoms like roses in the spring, and when Wally looks at Roy, Roy looks right back instantly, staring into Wally's eyes despite his mouth being attached to their boyfriend's neck. Wally's cock twitches in his hand, more pre beading from the tip and spilling over, dribbling down his cock and over his hand.
When he looks back over to Dick, he has to squeeze the base of his shaft, because Dick's underwear have been pushed halfway down his thighs and he has three fingers inside his pussy, and when he pulls them out, they're covered in a sheen liquid, before he pushes them right back in, and then Roy is moving his hand from around Dicks shoulder and down his back, then to his ass, then between his legs; Dick moans as the tip of Roy's index finger enters his already full cunt, and Wally groans in response as he throws his free hand over his mouth to quiet himself, the scene, the sounds all too much-
Spurts of cum erupt from Wally's cock, coating his stomach and hand in milky white: the first of many orgasms this night.
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mikeluciraphgabe · 1 year
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Part Five master-post
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I giggled making this one
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incorrectbatfam · 5 months
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Something happens and now the batkids'partner needs to babysit Damian Wayne - idk maybe Ras is in town, or the babybat is injured, whatever the motive - how Wally, Roy and Kon/Bernard take care of the situation? (This can be made separately or all of them together, this will be your choice)
(I said Kon or Bernard because this can be your choice too, but also both if you want, Tim Drake has two hands anyway)
Also I love your blog 💖💖💖💖💖
Roy: Soup's up! Where's Damian?
Wally: Um... about that.
Roy: What's it this time, assassins?
Wally: Not exactly. Long story short, he wanted to see dinosaurs so I took him to the Jurassic period but I sorta dropped him on our way back.
Roy: You WHAT?!?
Kon: Hey guys, what's going on?
Roy: Wally lost Damian in the timestream.
Bernard: That's a new one.
Kon: Do you remember where you dropped him?
Wally: Somewhere between the Cretaceous Period and Mesopotamia.
Izzy: You do realize that's a long time, right?
Roy: Who are you and when did you get here?
Izzy: Isabela Ortiz. I've been here the past ten minutes.
Everyone: ...
Izzy: I'm Duke's girlfriend, and unlike most of you I'm canon.
Roy: Whatever, can you help us?
Izzy: Nope, I just left my charger. See ya!
Kon: We're dead.
Bernard, sighing: I'll get the kiddie pool and Lazarus hose.
[meanwhile]
Damian, petting a wooly mammoth: I shall name you Father for your size. Except you're not as hairy.
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lilylovelyxo · 1 year
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*Y/N, Dick, and Roy watching Jason beat the shit out of a man for putting his hands on you*
Dick: “Oh, boy…”
Y/N: “I'm going to watch through my fingers. No, I'm not.”
Dick: “I'm going to look away.”
Roy: “I think we're gonna have to lay low for a little while after this.”
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thinkingofausername · 7 months
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midnightorchids · 26 days
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Jason Todd headcanons
- he smokes a lot
- he listens to either really aggressive rap or rock music, however he does indulge in “softer” music here and there
- he’s pretty soft spoken except for when he’s angry. he has a short temper, so he gets annoyed really fast, but it takes a lot to actually make him angry
- he has all of his weapons on display in big ass frames and he’s named them all
- he’s a really good fighter - muay thai boy for sure
- speaking of which, i think if he had a day job, he’d probably coach some sort of martial arts or maybe be a gym instructor
- if he went to uni he would’ve studied english literature and would’ve have minored in a foreign language
- he has a scar on his lip (like toji from jjk) idk why tho (it’s just hot lol)
- uses humour to cope
- so so many death jokes
- he does not like coffee, he drinks tea
- definitely knows latin
- he wears jewelry, a thin silver chain and maybe a couple of rings
- he’s pretty handy… he can fix a lot of stuff. literally anything from cars to laptops to ikea furniture
- he has that white steak in his hair and he has a huge atopsy scar on his chest, he also has a faint scar on his neck
- roy calls him the walking dead
- he struggles with nightmares and they’re frequent. he needs a smoke break after
- he also has panic attacks and he doesn’t like being touched when he’s going through them, but he doesn’t like being alone. he needs to be reminded that he’s home, he’s alive, he’s okay and he’s safe
- he has blue light reading glasses but he only wears them at home when no one is there to judge him
- he likes cat videos
- he also sends cat memes in the family group chat
- OH and he definitely has a cat with a either a really dumb name or it’s named after his fav book character (cough cough mr darcy cough)
- he picks up damian from school sometimes, he complains, but in reality he really doesn’t mind. they talk about the books damian is reading in his english class
- he’s tall but he’s not 6’4 tall he’s more like 6ft or 6’1
- he’s a good cook definitely better than the other boys
- him and alfred cook together. this one time they cooked a really big batch of pasta and he took it to his old neighbourhood to feed the kids
- he’s pretty reckless and does not care about his safety at all, so he ends up pretty bruised up
- will ALWAYS try to one up dick. dick did a back flip? guess what jason did 20 back flips! dick took down two guys during patrol? yeah jason took down the whole damn team
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DC Social Media AU Part 8
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batarrow-delulu · 2 months
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Roy: I just electrocuted myself.
Dick: How shocking.
Jason: How do you feel currently?
Roy: I feel kinda amped.
Dick: Watt? I can’t hear you.
Roy: I said it hertz a lot.
Barry: Are they okay?
Oliver: This is normal, they’re fine.
Clark: But he was just-
Bruce: He’s fine. We’d honestly be more concerned if he wasn’t making puns.
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jasonsknight3 · 28 days
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Unwanted help
AK jason Todd x sweet waitress reader
Warning: Contains violence, slight gore, aaaaaaand weapons (figured I needed to start putting warnings.)
Gotham had always been a dark place with even darker shadows. A sweetheart like yourself would be swallowed whole, or at least, you should have been. Lucky for you, you’ve only been subjected to unwanted catcalling and unauthorized touches. Most of it happens at your diner job. However, most of the women there waitressing had been there a long time and came to your rescue. Tell them off if you will because unfortunately you are the shiny new toy. Originally you came to Gotham for a college education, and to get away from home. To your dismay you had to drop out. Not because you were dumb or anything it’s just, well, you didn’t have the money. It just didn’t work out. Your life has come to be what it is now. Being stuck in a waitressing job. At least you made good tips and enough money to still live in your apartment.
After a harsh shift you were instructed to lock up the dinner. Which wasn’t supposed to be your job tonight. It required more effort than people would think. Make sure dishes were done, the place was clean, turn off lights, make sure chairs were put up, all the other micro things that added up. As soon as you locked that final glass door you hastily made your way to your bus stop. “No. No, no, no, no!” You cry as you see the bus just pull away from your stop. “Wait!” You shouted running even faster only for your desperation to be ignored. “No.” You weezed as you came to a stop, your hands resting on the top of your knees as you fought to catch your breath. Sitting up you looked around, nothing but an eerily quiet street, dim streetlights, and trash. This could easily become a dangerous situation for you. You weighed your options. Taxi was out of the question, you learned from others not to carry cash on you, you couldn’t go back to the dinner, it was closed and it’s not like anyone could help you there and you boss would tanya Hyde if he saw you sleeping in a booth the next morning, no one you knew was awake at this hour, that left only one option. Walking. Taking a breath you prepare yourself for the journey home clutching your purse close.
Cautious was an understatement of your behavior. Looking around Constantly, jumping at tray cats and trash that crinkled in the light wind of the night. About six minutes into your 15 minute walk an extremely alarming sound of someone crashing on the pavement around an alleyway corner. Shortly after the sound of pained groans followed. Your heart hammered in your chest, should you help? What if it was a trick for kidnapping? Should I just leave? You wandered to yourself. Against better judgment peeking around the alley corner you see a man who was crumpled over on the dirty pavement. The man started to get up on his hands and knees, slightly shaking with a groan. His voice sounded odd. Upon closer inspection you notice this man was wearing a red mask that had a slight glow to it, armor, an interesting jacket, and boots. Along with the gray and black suit was red. Blood. An alarmingly large amount of blood stained his gear. Out of instinct you approach him “sir, I’m here to help. I’ll call-“ a soft clicking sound took your attention to his raised hand that had a gun in it. A small gasp escaped your lips. “Get lost.” The man said the mask does not allow any clear emotion to be heard or recognized. Freezing in place you take a breath and continue to talk to him. “You're hurt, bleeding. I’d hate to leave you like this.” You reasoned. “I don’t need nor want your help. Leave the ambulance out of it too.” An odd request but you didn’t worry too much about it at the moment. “Please, you’ll die if I don’t get you help somehow?” You argued. “Very unlikely.” He was certainly stubborn. “Well…” you thought for a moment. “At least let me take you somewhere safe so you can patch up.” The man didn’t reply this time but he lowered the gun and then put it in its holster.
Sticking your hand out to him you hoped to encourage him further to accept help. He looked at it for a moment before getting up himself with a small growl. His legs wobble a little, automatically you rush to his aid tryi go to ease his strain. In a split second she shoved you off hard enough you slammed to the brick wall. You couldn't help but cough and wheeze. Singly he knocked the wind out of you. You honestly would have fallen flat on your back had the wall not been there. “Don’t touch me!” He yelled falling in one knee from the entertainment it took to push you that hard. Still leaning on the wall you catch your breath and push through the itching pain you felt on your back from hitting the rough brick wall. “I wasn’t going to hurt you. I promise.” You explained quietly. He mumbled something as he got back up and started to walk out of the alley. “Lead the way.” He demanded. Cautiously you walk up to him. “Okay, I’ll do that.” Glancing at him you ask. “Is it alright if I give you a hand? Just to make sure you don’t fall.” A moment of silence passed before he sighed and lifted his arm which you went under and had it around your shoulder and started taking him to your home.
A fifteen minute walk turned into a longer one but when you made it to your apartment and got inside you sat him down on the couch. “Go get a med kit if you have it.” He wasn’t very nice to be honest . No manners or since of please and thank you. In your bathroom you searched all the cabinets and finally found the med kit. How would he use it, you didn’t have anything in there besides bandaids- Neosporin, Peroxide, and some burn cream that was in a little rectangular bag. Well at least it’s something you reasoned. When you were in the living room there he was, helmet off, top gear off, and his compression shirt off. Nothing but skin. Skin that had scars, some flat, some slightly rose above the rest of the skin, heck, some of them even looked like the shape of barbed wire. As if sensing your presents he looked at you. A fairly masculine face, hooded iceberg blue eyes, his face has major scars. One that crossed from his cheek over the bridge of his nose and up, two on his lips, and a big J on his left cheek. “Well…” he said expectantly. When you got closer you noticed in his hand he had a needle and thread already working on sewing himself up. Setting the box down on the couch next to him you step back and watch. With tactical precision he was patched up within minutes. “Got any pain meds?” His voice was a little gravely and tired. “Yea, I have some.” Again you moved from your spot and headed for your medicine cabinet. Searching through it you found it, some ibuprofen. Turning around you yelp as your eyes are met with the stranger standing dangerously close to you. As soon as he had your attention his hand reached out and held your chin tight as he yanked you close. Eyes wide you stare into his own. “Listen well. You keep this to yourself. You never saw me. You never saw my face. If I ever…catch wind that you spouted out you saw me, I will not hesitate to kill you. I promise I’ll make it slow.” His grip tightened just to emphasize his point. “Got it?” In your lack of responding, he nodded your head for you. “Is that a yes?” You managed a yes through your squished cheeks. “Good.” Taking the medicine he let go and headed to the living room. After a moment you follow suit. He was putting his shirt back on, along with his gear. “Wait- you should rest.” You protest, you hate the thought of him not making it home safe. “I can handle myself, lady.” With that he put on his jacket and helmet. Opening a window he looked at you “don’t forget, you snitch, I’ll find you.” His voice modulated. As quick as he came he was gone. In the silence you just stared at the window questioning everything. There was something different about him. As scary as he was part of you hoped he’d come back.
You brought him to your home, your safe space, a place he would start to visit often and just maybe call it his own.
Got motivated to do a quick sketch, had to hide the hands by cropping the photo…😭
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dragon-chica · 2 years
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"Batmom"
The story of how the name Batmom came to be, and how it traveled.
It wasn't long after Dick started calling you 'mom' that he came up with the brilliant idea of since Bruce is Batman, you must be 'Batmom'!
He thought of it on patrol when Bruce was reminding him to only use codenames when Dick wanted to say something about you and wasn't supposed to say 'mom'.
He was very proud of himself and kept repeating 'Batmom, Batmom, Batmom' throughout the night so he wouldn't forget before they went home.
You always waited up to make sure both your boys got home safely and as soon as the Batmobile (also named by Dick) has parked your little boy had shot out of his seat toward you yelling "Batmom!!"
Bruce had a smile on his face because he knew you'd enjoy the new name and started putting their gear away while Dick told you all about their night and a rather long explanation about you being "Batmom".
After that "Batmom" just came naturally, Bruce and Dick referred to you as such on every patrol after, and sometimes at home. You adored it.
One night as you're getting into bed beside Bruce you elbow him lightly "Now that I have my own code-name I guess I'm a hero now too, huh?" it's playful and you expect a warm chuckle.
But instead Bruce wraps his arm around you, resting his head against the juncture of your neck.
"Of course, you saved me long ago."
I always picture Bruce and Batmom before bed with both their beside lamps on, Bruce in pastel silk buttoned two piece pajamas and sitting up on his side waiting for you to come to bed with him.
After Dick left Gotham Bruce still referred to you as 'Batmom' if he were to speak with you on coms during patrol, he didn't think much of it at first.
Until it hit him one night, you were 'Batmom' because Dick was talking to his mom, Bruce was talking about his mom, now he's working alone, if he's talking to you, just you on coms, there's not really a need for a code name is there.
He was quiet afterwards that night.
When he first takes Jason out on patrol, he instantly falls back into it.
Jason's a little stunned the first time he hears Batman (who really is much different than the kind and open Bruce-Dad at home) says in his deep, raspy tone "Batmom".
He instantly knew he was talking about you! And Jason loves it! He never knew you had a vigilante name too! And jumps right in on referring to you as 'Batmom' from there on out, a seamless switch.
Bruce realizes what he's done afterwards, too late for his own liking, but talking with Jason, a small Robin and calling you 'Batmom' as he always did with Dick, was just natural.
The first time he calls you 'Batmom' on coms again you pause for a few seconds and he can hear the smile in your reply.
After Jason's gone, Bruce is quiet during patrol. He doesn't speak much but he knows you're there, a comfort to you both. But when he does, he still calls you 'Batmom'.
Tim calls you 'Batmom' before he even goes on patrol, it surprises you a little, but you later find out it's because in every log or file in the Batcave that includes you in mention or footnote, Bruce has you as 'Batmom'.
You definitely tease Bruce about it later.
So Tim figured he should call you as such too, very professional. And not realizing it's more of a nickname your family gave you instead.
It's probably a year later he really realizes it's much more casual as he's sitting in a spinning chair in the cave whining "Batmoooom" to you.
Damian takes it as Fully serious.
He hasn't started seeing you as any kind of parental figure yet, but fully believes what Bruce says as law and as all your other children and Bruce call you 'Batmom' in costume, he does as well.
You feel a little fuzzy at first before realizing 'oh. he doesn't mean it like that'. When he completely turns back around after patrol.
It's Tim who finally breaks the news to him.
"You do realize we call her that because she's mom right? Not because she uses a secret identity."
Damian did not realize that, shows no expression beyond 'neutral resting anger' but his entire face goes red as he glares down at the streets.
The first time Cassandra called you 'Batmom' over the coms you were ready to cry.
She readily calls you Mom during the day when she does speak, but to hear her say Batmom? A relatively silly nickname your boys have called you for years? You heart.
She receives an extra kiss on the head after coming home and the others aren't sure why you seem so proud of her tonight?
And you don't tell Bruce when he asks why you seem so happy all the while before going to bed that night.
Honestly Duke raises his eyebrow a little the first time he hears everyone referring to you as 'Batmom'.
Sure you're their mom and it's not secret that every one of these boys is a total Mama's Boy, but these are also very professional crime fighting vigilantes that fight aliens and psycho-clowns.
Walking around saying 'Batmom'. He almost thinks it's a joke to see what he'd do?
But they don't let up on it and have really good poker faces so he finally tries asking Dick (as if he wouldn't be worse if it was a joke..)
"Hey so like...if I were to say something to Mrs. Wayne during patrol, and we're not supposed to say actual names, what should I say?"
"Oh, Batmom!"
"No I mean seriously, what do I say?"
"We call her Batmom :)"
"Dude."
Dick looks too confused for this to be a joke.
These people are really weird.
Says 'Batmom' the next night.
It's daresay even more fun when other heroes join in on your nickname.
Dick was actually rather good at keeping it a secret from the Titans, he was never embarrassed saying it back in Gotham when he teamed up with the bats again.
But this is his team, he's cool, he's the leader, the seasoned hero, he worked with Batman, yes he calls you Mom and everyone hears him talk about you a lot- but Batmom?
Great joy was had when Jason had linked his coms to the Batcave and said 'Batmom' to you without thinking.
Roy is bent over laughing "Batmom?? BATMOM?"
somehow Jason's helmet gave him an even more deadpan stare. "Are you finished?"
"Not until I get to thank Batmom for letting me hear you say 'Batmom'."
Tim never hid it or made a big deal about it, Bart and Conner joining in on 'Batmom' as easily as any vigilante name.
Jon hears Damian call you 'Batmom' once in a conversation and takes it in stride.
Soon your inside affectionate nickname has spread like wildfire and in the same light as Batman, a hero's alter-ego and every crime fighter and their sidekick says so without batting an eye. (well, maybe a teasing wink.)
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nelkcats · 1 year
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Food Fight
Dick, Wally, Jason and Roy were looking for ways to have fun and get distracted from the hero/anti-hero life, so they end up participating in eating contests around the country. What they didn't expect is that they couldn't beat a single person from Illinois.
If it was a spicy food contest, a blue eyed boy would appear who would eat as if he did not feel anything on his tongue; if it were a contest for quantity of food, what they were sure would appear was a hacker with nothing in his stomach, because they didn't know how it was possible for him to eat more than a member of the Flash Family.
Damn, they couldn't even beat the goth girl in the pumpkin growing contest! This had gotten personal and they weren't going to ignore it, they would bring the Outlaws and Titans into this for sure.
Sam, Tucker and Danny for their part were extremely amused with these outsiders, at some point they tried to test if they were metas and it was all a trap (immediately dismissed by Sam and Tucker), they wondered if they would come back next year, well Illinois was their territory so they wished them luck.
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I saw a version of this that was antiship so I thought I'd make a proship one. All ships welcome <3.
Edit: I'm sorry I forgot Sladedick 🤦
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kazuko-stuff · 23 days
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Mommy
Warning: just a crack idea based on the mommy meme
Wally: How do you feel of boys calling girls mommy
Dick: so if girls can us daddy
Roy: so why can’t we call each other daddy
Dick: No, mommy! You know what I meant
Wally: you can call me mommy anytime
Roy: I as well
Dick: Wally, you being mommy, in your dreams
Roy: and you think you can be daddy
Dick: I am the most handsome
*All three continuing chatting*
Y/n: hey guys, ready for smash bros
Dick: oh hey mommy
Y/n,Roy, Wally: ……
Y/N: WHAT!!!!
Dick: 😏
Y/N: Hey baby
Dick: 😳
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whytheballs-mars · 3 months
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if you like going to the theater, musicals, plays, ballets, or anything like that, Jason Todd would make sure the two of you had season tickets at your guys' local theater. He'll tell his brothers he only does it to make you happy, which is true he does to it to make you happy, but he also secretly enjoys them himself. You and him will talk about whatever you two saw afterward, and the way Jason talks about is so enthusiastic. You know he likes the plays, but he'll never actually admit it.
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