#even though dicks literally 19 when it happens

[frogaroundandfindout]

Bruce you make me so ill (Batman #416)

[maeeatsfood]

When we meet again-✩ Ellie Williams

(when we meet part two❤️)

PAIRING — next door neighbor!ellie x reader

SUMMARY — after your hookup in ellie’s room, she takes you on a date and you guys start dating <3

CW — lots of fluff in the beginning and end, smut mdni!! strap-on usage r!receiving, oral e!receiving, switch!ellie, switch!reader (kinda). reader and ellie are 19. praise kink😭, pet names instead of y/n (only used in texts)

A/N — heres the part two you guys are asking for. also TYSM for all the likes i got for part one especially because i haven’t written much!!

tags: @ucannotcompare @glennns-blog @gold-dustwomxn

part one

this song kinda fits the plot🙏

after what had happened at the millers house with ellie, you couldn’t get her off of your mind. you guys texted everyday, even though you guys live right next to each other, and you were very thankful for that. the main reason you guys messaged each other instead of going to the others persons house is because you were sexting, but your parents were home.

you were super excited for your date with ellie, and you wanted to see what she had planned for you. ellie was really sweet to you and your past conversations could prove that, and it made you even more enthused that someone like her had taken an interest in you.

tonight was the night of your date and you swore your whole sense of style disappeared. you had been rummaging through your closet for the past 30 minutes and you couldn’t find anything. you had 40 minutes until your date and you thanked God that ellie was your neighbor.

after about ten more minutes of searching, you had finally decided on a dress. it was navy blue, short, and a little bit tight. it had thin straps, a small slit on the left side at the bottom, and it hugged your body just right.

you had just finished up your hair and makeup, and you were nervous af. ellie was super nice, funny, and caring, but you were just… you.

ellie <3: im omw, babe. about 30 seconds away.

y/n: ellie lmao😭

that was the exact reason you loved ellie. she was fucking hilarious and it made your day every. single. time. you felt like you were already in love. you were, and she was too.

you were snapped out of your thoughts by a knock on your door, it was ellie. you rushed downstairs and you quickly put on your heels. you then smoothed down your dress, caught your breath, and opened the door.

you swore you saw an angel, because ellie looked amazing. she was wearing a black, button-up dress shirt and her usual black skinny jeans. her sleeves were rolled up a bit, revealing the tattoo that made her 10x hotter. what made it even better was that her hair was in a half-up bun, a few strands decorating her face.

ellie then wrapped her arms around your waist for a hug, knowing she’d missed you even though you could literally see each other whenever you wanted. lazy asses

“God, you’re so beautiful,” she said, smiling into the crook of your neck. your cheeks flushed at the compliments, knowing your attraction for her grew every second day.

“you look good too, els,” you said with a bright smile on your face, not caring if she saw or not. you wanted her to know how much you liked her and it was hard to hide it. you were surprised that your family didn’t notice. you weren’t out yet so they thought you two were just close friends.

she smiled, kissing your cheek after. “lets go, i have something special planned for us.” her sentence made you smile widely, internally screaming (happily) that you get to spend time with her.

——————

it was after the date, and ellie had promised one more surprise. 2 if you include her dicking you down. you didn’t even care what it was at this point, you just knew it would please you if it was from ellie.

for your date, you two had went to this fancy restaurant, and you absolutely loved it. the food was great, amazing service, but most importantly, you were with ellie. you guys literally flirted the whole time.

so now, you were in her room. her walls were decorated with posters and drawings. she had an olive green comforter, white sheets hiding underneath. her pillow cases matched the comforter and they were probably the softest thing you had laid your head on.

you were on the end of ellies bed and she was at the top, guitar in her hands and fingers strumming away. she played beautifully so you couldn’t help but smile. the way she looked at you while playing was so sweet and heartwarming, you melted.

she played a few songs, all calming and welcoming. she had an amazing singing voice as well, soft and raspy. she had you wrapped around her finger, though you only knew her for a week.

she had finished playing, and you couldn’t help but tell her how good she had sounded. you were so impressed and happy, especially because it was all for you.

“wow, els. that was amazing,” you said with an adoring look in your eyes, admiring the way she had played for you and how cute she looked while doing it.

“thank you, i played my best just for you,” ellie said with a big smile painting her face, causing you to do the same.

she smirked, leaning in closer to you. your eyes were focused on her lips, your cheeks turning a light shade of crimson. “no ones gonna be home tonight,” she spoke, causing your lips to go slightly agape “so i could play my songs a bit louder for you,” she said in a teasing tone, causing you to roll your eyes and hit her shoulder playfully.

she chuckled before finally closing the gap between you two. she rested her hand on the back of your neck, yours on her cheek. your lips moved in sync together perfectly, the kiss turning sloppy and dirty quickly.

you couldn’t help but moan into her mouth, the way her lips felt against yours was intoxicating. she took this into account before laying down and moving you to straddle her, grabbing your ass in the process.

“mmh i missed this,” she whispered, her words muffled by your mouth. you giggled and continued kissing her, body overcoming with lust and causing an ache in between your legs.

she soon started tugging on your dress, wanting it off immediately. you just nodded and pulled away from the kiss to help her pull it off of your body.

“have i told you how pretty you are?,” she asked, not giving you time to answer before reaching down and rubbing your clothed cunt.

“mmh only like a million times. e-ellie wait,” you were desperate to make ellie feel as good as she had made you feel last week. as soon as these words left your lips, she stopped her movements.

she looked up at you, concern in her eyes as she wondered why you had wanted her to stop. “i wanna make you feel good too, els. you did it last time,” you said, a playful frown showing on your lips.

your words made a pool of wetness form in her boxers, desire glazing over her eyes. “okay, baby. go ahead,” you practically squealed at her reaction, making her chuckle.

you then unbuttoned her shirt, removing it from her figure. you then moved to unbutton her jeans, sliding them down her legs. you giggled when you saw the growing wet patch on her boxers, trying your best to ignore your own.

you slowly pulled down her boxers, leaving them to pool at her ankles. you bit your lip before licking up her wet slit. a soft grunt escaped her throat, hand snaking into your hair.

you then circled her clit with your tongue, moving to suck on the swollen bud. “fffuck just like that,” she groaned, signaling you to speed up your movements.

you sped up your attack on her clit, sucking harshly. her whimpers filled the room, hands fisting your hair roughly, causing you to moan into her cunt.

“go a little easy on me b- fuuuck- babe” you looked up at her, and she swore she was in heaven right then and there. you looked like the most gorgeous thing she had ever seen. doe-eyed, juices dripping down your nose and chin, hair already messy.

you continued your harsh movements on her cunt, driving her to the edge. “fuck yeah, right there. doin’ so good for me, baby. gonna make me cum all over that pretty fuckin’ mouth.”

her hips bucked up into your mouth, your spit and her juices mixing together. you licked up and down her clit feverishly, moving it in circles again. “thats it, ah im gonna cum, baby,” you nodded, nose bumping against her clit, causing her orgasm to wash over her.

your tongue lapped up at her juices before you moved your head up to kiss her. as she tasted herself on your tongue, she fucking moaned into your mouth.

“you’re so good, babe. im gonna make you feel good, yeah?,” you nodded desperately, causing her to laugh at your eagerness. she got up, legs slightly wobbly as she made her way to the closet.

you js laid there like🧍‍♀️

you laid on the bed, waiting for her to comeback. she walked back over to the bed, black strap attached to her hips. your lips parted slightly, knowing you’ve never done anything like this before.

“wait, i’ve never done anything like this before, ellie,” you said and her gaze softened. “okay, i’ll go easy on you, pretty girl. if you want me to stop just say the word,” she smiled reassuringly and you nodded.

she slowly ran her hands down your body, stopping at the rim of your panties. “can i take these off?,” she asked sweetly and you nodded. “nuh-uh. no more nodding. use your words.”

“you can take them off, please,” she smirked and hooked her fingers into your panties, sliding them down your legs and onto the floor. she took her strap and rubbed the tip along your folds, causing you to whimper.

“its okay, baby. i gotcha,” she cooed, slowly pushing the tip inside of you. you whined, insides clenching around nothing.

——————

pants and mewls filled the room as ellie pounded into you, the dildo crushing your g-spot repeatedly. your hands clinging to ellies shoulders, scratching the skin. your skin now covered in purple/red marks.

you had gotten used to the stretch and you told ellie to go faster. there was something wrong with you.

“yeah, you like that? you like my cock, baby?,” she asked, the bed shaking from her intense movements. thats how desperate you both were.

“yeah you fuckin’ love it. good girl,” she replied before you got a chance to. the praise made even more slick run down your thigh. ellie seemed to notice this, smirking to herself. you felt the coil in your stomach growing tighter, ready to snap.

ellie practically felt you clenching around her strap, biting down on her lip as she saw it disappearing inside of your cunt. “you gonna cum, sweet girl? mmh you’re squeezing me in,” she cooed, causing your cunt to squeeze even tighter around the silicone.

“y-yes, please g’nna cum ellieeee,” you responded, causing her to let out a low chuckle.

“atta girl, thats it,” her words sent you over the edge. you never knew you were a praise kinda girl but there you were, seeing stars because the girl of your dreams was praising you.

you were seeing stars, colors, and all types of shit when you came. it was the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had. (it was only your second one🌚)

ellie slowly pulled out, taking the strap off and going to the bathroom. she came back with a wet cloth, cleaning up your sensitive cunt.

you winced, and she reassured you. “shh, its okay. i gotcha, baby.” You nodded as she finished cleaning you up, giving you a pair of her boxers and a shirt to sleep in.

after you finished changing, she gave you a glass of water and laid next to you, rubbing your shoulder. “are you okay? did i hurt you?,” she asked in the softest voice possible.

“im okay, ellie. it was really good,” you said with a sweet smile. she nodded and held you close.

“is it too late to ask you to be my girlfriend?” you laughed and shook your head.

“yes, ellie. i’ll be your girlfriend you dork,” you giggled out and she chuckled. she gave you a sweet kiss on the forehead, now rubbing your back.

you guys spent the rest of the night like that, talking and laughing, sharing small kisses while doing so. you were already in love and you could tell she was too

[zahri-melitor]

Okay a loose Recent Reads roundup:

Birds of Prey: Sirens of Justice: so I was lured (tricked) into reading this as Gail Simone wrote one of the stories, even though it, sigh, contains far too much Harley Quinn due to movie synergy. The Dinah and Helena banter is decent, but otherwise this felt...aggressively fine. The Helena story is very pat in terms of how people tend to write Huntress shorts, though I guess it wasn't 'Helena worries about a student' this time.

The Question: The Deaths of Vic Sage: very much in conversation with O'Neil's run, of course, and also clearly reacting to contemporaneous US racial discussions. Shifting Myra to be the Mayor's sister not wife definitely alters her position in the narrative, particularly in terms of her obligations and response to situations. It is incredibly bleak in places, but that simply reflects the run it is based on and is a tribute to.

Superman's Pal Jimmy Olsen: This is definitely for the Silver Age fan. Matt Fraction manages to string together solving a complex assassination plot over 12 issues by telling the story in short, 2-4 page sections that wildly jump around the timeline and are framed by 'the many ridiculous things that have happened to Jimmy Olsen'. I have absolutely no handle on the canonicity of some of this, particularly the extended Olsen family, and not knowing probably makes this read more easily. Looking at it as a whole, I'm impressed how well Fraction stitched what was effectively episodic 2 page fills into a complete narrative. The energy of the story is relentless. Best read in small doses.

Batman: Pennyworth R.I.P: god this comic could have been so much better than it was. It’s fine and accomplishes exactly what it was intended to do - tell a story of how Alfred influenced and looked out for each of Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian and Barbara - and sets everyone up to be mildly pissed at Bruce. But just for one example, it would have been HUGELY more powerful if they’d been able to use Dick, with his memories just restored, facing the fact he wasn’t there when Alfred needed him and his last interactions were so impersonal and spent pushing Alfred away.

Catwoman 80th Anniversary 100-Page Super Spectacular: again, underwhelming. Tom King played shipper and wrote his version of how the Helena Wayne story should work; the Dixon story felt 90s appropriate but the art was dire; Brubaker’s felt like a missing scene to his run; Dini’s honestly wasn’t up to the standard I’d hope for from Dini. The art pieces were great though; a lot of good commissions.

Robin 80th Anniversary 100-Page Super Spectacular: I cannot work out who chose the covers used in the issue, which swing between 'iconic' and 'reminding everyone ASBAR exists was unnecessary, DC'.

Generally: they did manage to round up fairly iconic lineups for most of the stories, with some chopping and changing for a few.

Wolfman got another run at trying to frame the 'Dick quits v Bruce fires him' debate; Dixon and Grayson both submitted literal fills (Dixon's is a scene immediately after Nightwing #19 1996 and before #20; Grayson's is at least just an extra story that fits into #1-12 of her Titans 1999 run on a day all the second stringers didn't come to work). I don't actually have a problem with any of these - they're nice additional material, but mostly more of the same. Seeley & King's suffers from the usual Seeley problem for me where it would be vastly improved by having a different focus; but it does feel straight out of his Grayson run, with everything that implies (down to the St Hadrian's student I wish was not present). All of the Dick stories are basically "we got the team back together" creative line ups.

Jason, in contrast, makes it really obvious that nobody can define a definitive Jason run, and so gets the tiniest story with Winick and Dustin Nguyen. I checked, and Nguyen did draw part of UTRH, but I wouldn't have associated him as a character-defining artist for Jason. The story's cute. Winick sidestepped having to commit to anything about his opinions on post-Flashpoint Jason direction.

Tim got Adam Beechen (which honestly makes me happy, I don't care about anyone else's opinion) and luxuriates in Tim having to play civilian; Tynion gets a Rebirth story that I can't quite work out his timing on (it's supposed to be a prequel, but Dick is already back in costume as Nightwing and talking to Tim, suggesting that several issues of the Rebirth Nightwing take place significantly before 'Tec #934) that is a classic 'Tim tells everyone how he feels about his brothers' story. I realise everyone boring has complained about Tim calling Damian a 'horrible gremlin' but the thing is you see I can only read nicknames like that as full of affection. The back and forth is an important part of their relationship, as shown by Damian snapping 'you're only listening to the insults'.

Steph gets her 71 days as Robin slightly padded out and Amy Wolfram manages to pick up Willingham's tone pretty well; I suspect she liaised with Damion Scott quite a bit on this piece.

Damian has a Super Sons piece from Tomasi, because it's the most lighthearted option available and it sells very well (it's sickly sweet). Which was probably the right call as the other piece is clearly written by Robbie Thompson to accompany his Teen Titans run and for the downward spiral going on there. Which is honestly a bit of a pity for Damian, given everyone else got feature pieces from favourite runs, and he got the 'this slots into your current story' piece.

[polyamorouspunk]

Punkdate 9/19/24

Here’s my hot mess of a life rn let’s fucking go.

To recap: ⚡️ and I started seeing each other/in a situationship/whatever you want to call it in August. September rolls around, things happen on both our ends, we agree to mutually put it on hold until a later date, but agree we still like each other. Still seeing each other at events, still giving each other those looks. So I tell her I miss her and she tells me she missed me too. So I start trying to initiate us hanging out and she either blows me off or gets weird about it. Same way like when we had our last talk about ending things she looked scared, like someone was gonna “see” us, so I’m like okay I need to know what’s going on cause this shit don’t fly with me, but once again I’m not able to like talk to her. Then Sunday night she gets real drunk at a party and starts talking about how she looooooves situationships and being complicated/messy with people while also saying that someone who won’t outright date someone but wants to be exclusive with them is “having their cake and eating it too” so I’m like woah woah woah hypocrite, also she “likes” being messy and complicated and not outright dating people? That’s funny because to my face she’s telling me that we’re just on the back burner to go out “officially”.

So by this point I’m obviously pissed off. I’m talking shit (shocking) and a mutual friend of ours who we’ll call 🍓 checks in on me since I had already been venting to her in her room for hours the other week.

🍓 asks what’s going on and when I tell her she says “you and ⚡️ need to talk” and I’m like “I’ve been trying to!” And 🍓 says “then you need to put your foot down about it” and I’m like. Okay. Because if 🍓 is saying that as like the ONLY person who wants this to work out, and as someone who is really close to ⚡️, I am trusting her on it. If it was anyone else I would hesitate but I trust 🍓 implicitly.

🍓 said herself that she has a crush on ⚡️ but is currently polysaturated with her partner 🪄. 🪄 asked me out maybe a week or so ago and I put them off because I’m in love with ⚡️. However, 🪄 and I have still been spending more time together, sometimes in conjunction with 🍓 sometimes just the two of us, and I mean like yeah there’s something there, but I’m polysaturated with ⚡️ right now. 🍓 wants things to work out between me and ⚡️ even though 🍓 likes ⚡️ she’s just not looking for more partners. I think 🍓 is cute and I would be down for being like polyaffectionate with her in a cutesy way. 🪄, who is dating 🍓, does NOT want things to work out between ⚡️ and me, and wants me to move on from ⚡️ and date them instead.

So TOMORROW when I see ⚡️ I’m taking 🍓’s advice and being more forceful about having a conversation with ⚡️. Whatever happens from there, I already agreed to take a road trip with 🪄 over the weekend. There are things as someone who has BPD that I see ⚡️ do that make me think that ⚡️ might be jealous of me and 🪄, which 🍓 told me both her and ⚡️ also have. When I was at the party ⚡️’s cat was cuddling with me and it made her upset enough to literally come over to me and take her cat away, to which 🪄, who was sitting next to me, was like “that was a dick move. See, you should drop it” to which I just said “thinking about it” to. There were a good 15 of us there at the party, and when ⚡️ needed help she asked 🪄 of all people to help her, even though people she’s closer with was there, but 🪄 directly said “sorry, I’m helping Punk right now”. Also, at one point when everyone was in her room looking for a place to move the party to because we were overcrowding and 🪄 offered their dorm and I joked “I feel like I just live in your dorm at this point” and I saw ⚡️ look between 🪄 and me. And it’s like. Yeah! I hope you’re jealous! Little miss can’t-commit stringing-me-along! What are you going to do about it? It’s not like you’re giving me any attention! Suddenly one of your friends comes along and starts hitting on me and asking me out but you can’t do shit because you don’t want to get with me.

So anyway yeah that’s a lot of shit I need to sort out with ⚡️ and then see where that leaves me with 🪄. I do know that ⚡️ has a pattern of bad behavior, which she warned me about, but the fact that she warned me ahead of time doesn’t really absolve her of her behavior. I do still want things to work out with ⚡️, so like as shitty as she is being and I’m fine with people being like “damn that sucks I’m sorry to hear that” I don’t really want to hear that she’s awful/shitty etc.

[doubledown]

Minors DNI. Plain and simple.

Denki and everyone involved are 19+ and the reader is a masculine presenting and trans. If I have gotten anything wrong please let me know

Okay so I wanted to make it known that the reader can be any race you come up with or you want since it's literally you. The reason I'm saying this is due to a post I saw talking about how their works are only for white males so I just wanted to make that very clear since I don't want any type of confusion

Tw: Public?, Vibrator, Mention of Spanking, Degradation, Edging, Mention of Masochism, Blowjob, Stalking, Masturbation

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" Y...Y/N p-pleasee turn i-It down...Ohh fuck please...." Denki begged quietly trying to gain some kind of sympathy from you or at least a reaction to his request. This definitely wasn't how he thought this was gonna go. He wasn't usually too bratty with you but he had been wanting to try out that new flog you got for punishments and though maybe if he teased you in front of your friends and a few sorta kinda major rules he could get that when you two got home. But he had forgotten on itty bitty teeny tiny thing. You didn't mind punishing in front of people. In fact you actually had a thing for it to be perfectly honest and it had just so happened you had bought him a new vibrantor to wear since he short circuited the others. Luckily this one happened to be made out of metal. So if he shocked it he shocked himself. And with him being the masochist he is that wouldn't quite be good in the public eye especially not for a pro hero.

You leaned in his ear a rather devious smirk on your face. "Aw why? Did the slutty little bitch get tired already? " You asked for a moment looking into those trembling yellow eyes. " Too. Fuckin. Bad. " You laughed leaning back into your sit and turning it higher then it already was causing him to set his head on the table trying his hardest not to cum in his pants. And right when he thought he was going to burst and beginning to accep his fate the sensation stopped all together. In all honesty you don't really know what made him so out of line today. Usually he was pretty good for you. But they all have their days of humorous 'disobedience'.

" No...N-No turn it back on..please please please b..baby turn it back on..." He whined trying his hardest not to be too loud since your friends were literally in a booth in front of you. You almost laughed at his pathetic state. He was practically drooling on himself with those glazed over eyes. You almost felt sorry for the poor thing of a hero. You simply sighed as you made a gesture to under the table which he quickly got under. You didn't even have time to fully take out your cock before he was on it. Almost made you moan out allowed.

" Fuck....denki s-s..MHM....s-Slow down " You panted laying your head down on the table your hands gripping his hair. Yet you already knew he wouldn't. He loved dick too much to stop. Denki was practically praying nobody caught him like this. He doubted the press would let it go if it happened to leak. Yet all the worries faded when that pleasuring touch came back. He pulled out his cock teasing the tip and bucking his hips into his hand. It was taking everything in him not to cry out from pleasure. Every small whine or moan from his throat sent vibrations through your cock practically sending you over the edge each time till you finally came pouring seed down his more then willing throat. He almost choked when he finally reached his peek his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head and his mind going blank for several long minutes.

Thank god there was napkins under the table and your friends were completely oblivious. But you couldn't get rid of the feeling you were being watched. You looked behind you yet nobody stuck out as suspious so you turned back to attend to your dazed lover.

Todoriki had cum all over his hands by the time you and Denki had gotten done. Why couldn't that have been him? After all Denki wasn't half as strong as he was nor was he even close as intelligent. Why would you choose such a fuckin low budget knock off when you could have something orginial and fresh? No. No. He had to be patient. His time would come soon where he would get be in your arms and doing all those lewd things you did with him.

[troublesjunkyard]

So I was super tired! Like, so tired I could barely keep my eyes open. So I rested my eyes at 4:19 pm (Because I wanted to talk to my mom when she got home at around 4:30.) and then went to bed around 4:40.

I then got woken up by Puppy Chaos opening my door at around 5:00. So I shooed him off and locked my door, (With the chain lock.) but he continued to open my door. (As much as the chain would allow.) I finally got him to stop opening my door around 5:30 - 5:40 and went back to bed.

But then I got woken up again by my mom having a loud argument over the phone with her mom. (And I mean loud. I could hear her with my door shut, and music playing on a speaker right next to me. [I don't remember if my AC was on at the time. That's really a 50-50 in the equation.]) I fell back asleep a few minutes after waking up because I just tuned out the argument.

But I then woke up around 9:30 to my mom yelling at Tucker for being a dick to Puppy Chaos while she was feeding them. (Because I [tried] to go to sleep early so I didn't feed them like I was supposed to.) And thus ends all the nonsense I was woken up to.

...

I then woke up on my own at around 10:30, so I went back to sleep. But then I woke up again at around 11:30, so I went back to bed. And again, I woke up at around 12:30 am, and again, I went back to bed. Again, I woke up at around 1:30, again, I went back to sleep. I woke up at 2:12 and was pretty pissed; it hadn't even been an hour this time! well, I went back to bed anyway. When I woke up at 2:25 I just gave up entirely.

I wasn't even sleeping in hour blocks anymore, so why bother? I wanted to sleep all night to try and fix my sleep schedule, that way I would have a good sleep schedule when I start work. (Even if I don't start for another week and a half.) But my body said "No! Fuck you!" so I just stopped trying.

I then got up and decided to do a couple of chores. I unloaded the dishwasher and took out the trash.

And we're about to sell a bunch of our shit, so I cleaned some of the stuff. I cleaned the dining room table and the two chairs that go with it, the living room TV, the TV stand, and the two TV trays.

The TV stand was so dirty! I wiped it over with one paper towel to get the bulk of the dust off and then proceeded to use 7 Clorox wipes to clean off the rest of the dust. It has shelves/sections, so I used one Clorox wipe for each section, (5) but one needed two Clorox wipes to clean off, (6) I then used one more Clorox wipe to wipe down all five sections to make sure it was clean. (7) The last Clorox wipe came up with some dirt, but it didn't look like it was just dumped in a mud puddle like the other six did.

Also, I didn't want to sit down while cleaning the TV stand, (It's low to the ground.) so I crouched down instead; but my body had different ideas. My kneecaps move a lot more than the average person, and I can literally grab my kneecap and move it almost completely out of its socket. (My legs needs to be straight and limp/relaxed to do this though.) But while I was crouching, my left kneecap decided to move itself and lock up. (When this happens, I just have to straighten my leg and it will pop back in place. But it's painful to move my leg when it's like that, and it's painful when my kneecap snaps back into place.) I ended up falling on my ass when I was trying to straighten my leg from the crouched position I was in. But hey, me falling on my ass allowed me to be able to straighten my leg.

I also have a wound on my... chest that's super infected, and a line of 3 months worth (Maybe a bit longer than that.) of dust got onto the wound when I fell and the TV stand opened up the wound. So yeah, that's definitely not gonna get any more infected than it already is. :/

After all that went down, and I put the TV and TV trays in the office, I ended up making my mom a cup of coffee because I heard her 4:00 am alarm go off. So that's how my day is starting off...

Anyway, how are you doing, Trouble?

Damn your sleep schedule is more fucked up than mine was...

And fixing sleep schedules can be really hard especially when your body isn't playing along. My sleep schedule is more separated in several blocks and some small naps but back to the point.

I'm okay (*^▽^*)

Very exhausted, much stressed but soon I've got some weeks off so-

A small light on the end of the tunnel for me hooray!

I hope you can sleep better the next time. I'll try to send you some of my tiredness /j (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

[lurkinglurkerwholurks]

Kitten

First posted: March 22, 2019

Focuses on: Bruce Wayne and the Fam (plus a new addition)

Favorite bookmark: "GIVE BRUCE A BABY GIRL!!!! HE IS A DESTINED GIRL DAD AND DESERVES MORE DAUGHTERS!!!! AND HE NEEDS A BABY!!!!!!"

Tier: This is #11 in terms of hits and bookmarks?? How?? #9 in terms of kudos? #19 in comments?????? #14 in subscriptions. I am baffled by this.

This is my “behind the scenes” series where I indulge myself horribly by annotating my fics. Link to the fic itself above. Thoughts below the cut.

Apparently by this point I had secured a friendship with @audreycritter because she was the one who told me about the existence of Helena Kyle, Selina's daughter, and some comic book nonsense about her maybe or maybe not being Bruce's daughter also and how in some universes Bruce helps her get adopted out and no??? J'refuse????? This is the kind of canon nonsense fic was made to fix.

The decision was a spontaneous one. Rare, for Bruce, but not as rare as some might think. Nor were his decisions—including this one—as free from consideration as the label “spontaneous” might imply. While it was true that Bruce liked to put more deliberate, conscious thought into his life choices, the pieces had already been there, facts lurking in his subconscious like mayfly larva. When the moment had arisen, those facts had sprouted wings and coalesced into a swarm. 

As anyone following along has clocked, the majority of my fics start with the author going "Now let me explain something I need you to understand."

Besides, it wasn’t like he didn’t have a history of making this kind of choice before.

We stan a self-aware man.

He wouldn’t make the same mistakes as before, even if it had taken him multiple times to learn his lesson.

I do want to write that fic someday. I had a specific framework mentally charted out that would partly involve Dick learning about Jason Todd's arrival. Someday.

“Bruce!” Dick’s voice was bright and warm, flooding through the interior like sunshine.

Bruce Wayne loves Dick Grayson so. freaking. much.

He could hear Dick shifting, probably settling against a wall or filing cabinet, before prodding, “No offense, but you’re not one for mid-day, no-reason calls. What’s up?”

Ah, that familiar "okay, who died" anxiety provoked by the unexpected call of someone who doesn't do unexpected calls.

“Bruce, tell me I did not just hear what I thought I heard.” Dick’s voice was flat and preternaturally calm, a detective arriving at the scene of a crime, analyzing and struggling to withhold judgement.

Dick: oh no who died

Dick, two seconds later: oh my god not again

“You were my first call.” Bruce offered the fact quickly, an olive branch to shelter under. He kept one hand on the wheel, one hand on the fussing baby in the backseat, and his focus on getting through this call. “I know I… haven’t handled this sort of thing well before. With you.”

Whatever else he may be, Bruce Wayne is a Dad Who Tries!!!!!

He was fumbling, words turning to sludge on his lips, gumming up with guilt and regret. It was always like that, for him. It was one of the reasons Bruce preferred the cowl. No one expected heartfelt speeches from a wraith out of Gotham’s darkest nightmares. Kids, though. Kids expected those sorts of things from their parents.

Always my favorite version of Bruce, this uneloquent and painfully aware version. Also, ironically, as best I remember this entire scene was one of the easier things I've written. I just watched it happen and took dictation.

He still had days with each of his children when seeing them at the breakfast counter or curled up in the den surprised him. That’s a living thing, he would think, and it’s mine, and he would be overwhelmed once more.

Literally me with my cats. The bit right before this about the choice crashing over him like a wave and taking him by surprise even years after the fact is a thing that happens to me. I adapt really quickly in the moment to various changes and then get hit with delayed, extended surprise. (But Bruce's literal surprised thoughts are me re: my cats.)

“As sure as I’ve ever been,” Bruce replied, and even he wasn’t sure which meaning he was reaching for.

Ah, duality. It's fun to think about which he might mean and which Dick might assume.

Still, it was a relief to have Alfred greet him at the door as if this were just another ordinary day and Bruce was not standing with his neck bent as a small child tugged on fistfuls of his hair.

What an an adorable art piece this would make. Not that I'm hinting. I just see it so clearly.

She was looking around with sedate interest, calm but alert, a monarch overlooking her domain. Or, Bruce realized with wry amusement, a cat eyeing a new box.

Please also know she's doing that little unbalanced head wiggle babies do when they're old enough to hold their head upright on their own but young enough to not do it well.

Bruce had planned on gathering all his children in the den, explaining as briefly as he could the circumstances of the baby’s arrival, and letting them make each other’s acquaintance. But his day had yet to go to plan, so why start now.

Drily wry Bruce is always so fun to write. He doesn't get to be as overtly funny as his kids, but I enjoy the humor.

It was an uncomfortable maneuver, since he had to bend further, almost double, to ease the tugging on his scalp until he could loose those little hands.

big man little baby BIG MAN LITTLE BABY

“I already have a sister,” he pointed out. Bruce was inclined to describe it as petulantly, but Damian managed to keep his bottom lip sucked in, if only just.

Damian: I claim none of you

Damian, confronted by a girl baby: HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO MY BELOVED SISTER

also he's jus' a babyyyy

Damian recoiled further, and Bruce let Batman fall from his shoulders like a loosened cape.

can't get enough of this crap

Bruce wrapped his arm around Damian’s middle and pulled the boy into his side. Damian turned away so he couldn’t look at the baby, who was gabbling to herself as she gummed on Bruce’s thumb. Bruce rested his jaw against Damian’s temple, both to keep the boy still and to keep his voice low. The Manor was the securest place in Gotham, other than the Cave, but he would not risk this.

Sometimes writing the logistics of physicality is so difficult, but when it works for me, boy does it work.

Bruce let the question settle against his skin like mist before answering the same way he would again and again for years to come. “She is now.” He didn’t know. He suspected Selina truly didn’t either. Whatever the case, it didn’t matter, in the same way it didn’t matter that his blood didn’t course through Dick’s veins, that he wasn’t responsible for Jason’s broad shoulders or Tim’s blue eyes or Cassie’s dark hair or Duke’s dimples. They were his. And now this child was, too.

I think, in canon, she's supposed to be his, maybe. Don't know for sure, don't really care, and I don't think Bruce would either, as stated above.

“You will be her big brother,” Bruce continued softly. “That is a solemn charge that you cannot take lightly. As closest to her in age, she’ll look up to you. As she grows, she’ll mimic you—your words, your actions, your behaviors. Which means you’ll be in a unique position, perhaps more than any of us, to influence the person she becomes. Do you understand?”

10000% shamelessly used this exact tactic on a nibling when they acquired a younger sibling.

That was something new, the idea of being able to name a child himself.

Isn't that fun! I love names and naming things. I'm delighted he gets this opportunity. (More on this in a minute.)

Somehow, choosing a name felt like a larger responsibility than all of his former child-rearing experience put together. My car is called the Batmobile, Bruce thought despairingly as he watched his children watch each other.

Did I mention that I love drily deadpan Bruce? That line still makes me laugh.

“So does she do anything?” Tim asked. He was eyeing the baby in the same way he might a particularly florid insect—with interest, scientific remove, and no small amount of wariness. Cass wrinkled her nose but didn’t comment. “She’s a baby,” Duke pointed out with the typical fond exasperation he had picked up once the shine of the Manor had worn off. “What do you expect her to do?”

I loved trying to figure out how each kid would react and if there were ways they might respond to the new baby that would be surprising but still sensible. I'm not sure if I managed that, but I'm still pleased with how they all ended up, this weird little family of only children.

Bruce’s brain made a sparking noise, like a fork left in the microwave.

BZZT DING DING A DING A BZZT DING

“Uh, yeah? Got back on Monday. Why?” Why, why, why. Why were his children so distrustful, that’s what Bruce wanted to know. 

*taps the exhausted dry humor Bruce sign*

Bruce opened his eyes and stared at the baby shrieking inches from his face. Duke stood behind her, his hands clamped under her arms, and stared back impassively as she squealed into the phone.

Bruce has horrible children.

“B, what the—“ Bruce fought the urge to cover the baby’s ears, even though he was the only one who could hear the voice on the other end.

I love this stupid family.

There was an ominous gurgle from the baby. Duke looked at her, then at Bruce, then quickly handed her over. “Not it.”

I have literally watched hundreds of children in my life, related and unrelated. I have changed one (1) diaper, under duress, and immediately and deliberately forgot everything I was taught. J'refuse.

Helena, meaning bright, shining light, Bruce had explained almost bashfully to Selina. Selina, who had left town the same night Helena went home to the Manor but who saw each of Bruce’s texts and left the read receipt on so he would know. Selina, whose name meant moon. So she’ll always know where she came from.

Remember I said later? Later is now. As we were already spitting on canon, I was more than willing to change the kiddo's name if needed, but it turns out DC (I will be charitable and assume purposefully) chose a lovely, symbolic name that matched beautifully in a way that felt like Bruce. So I kept it. So Bruce did get to name a kid, but also not really because comics did it for him.

The legislation that he’d helped champion regarding the treatment of minors in the media hadn’t hurt either.

I think this was around the time there was a flurry of papparazzi nonsense and talk about this IRL with... Jolie kids or Cruise kids or something, I don't remember. Some grown adults being awful and pushy around famously related minors.

With each adoption, the celebrations had gotten smaller but more precious, the attendees a guard set in place, their names like a chant against hardship and a hymn of thankfulness.

I love this line, but I also think it's wrong now. I think the older Bruce gets, the more firmly he cements the relationships he trusts the most, but also the more he meets people deserving of that trust. Loner, low-key terrified Bruce wouldn't have held a gala to celebrate Dick's appearance. He would have gone full feral shields up. Maybe with Jason he would have given half a thought to expectations and appearances, but with a street kid like Jason, he would've wanted that child shielded from the horrible people in his social circle. And so on and so forth. By now he has his friends, but also his kids' friends, their allies both in domino and out.

Bruce vowed it, down in the deepest part of his heart, the core of him that let him lead a team of aliens and demigods, that made a double life possible and dressing as an armored animal a feasible life choice. A life choice he would not let the baby in his arms emulate.

I too sometimes have a deadpan sense of humor. Shocking, I know.

I take that final line not so much as full self-criticism but an acknowledgement that Bruce's children are all driven to the caped life in the same way he was—by trauma and loss and the need to fix Gotham—and all came to him with that drive already installed. With Helena, being separated from Selina is a trauma, even for an infant, but as is stated throughout the fic, Selina will remain fully present and involved as much as she wishes to be. And Bruce will brave hell and high water and even worse to keep this child from experiencing the kinds of trauma that brought his other children to him and into their other life.

She was already a wonder to him, his little moonbeam, a mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a taffeta-heavy party dress with a matching headband.

The bookmark was right. Let this man be a girldad!!!! (I'd briefly considered writing a followup to this, where Cass had to sort complicated emotions about not being the only girl in the house. Never got enough reaction in the early days, though. Something about it or the tags or something attracted a larger than usual contingent of "okay but Bruce is a bad dad" crowd. Bleh.)

He realized he looked like his father, but with airbrushed grey hairs and crow’s feet lines that Thomas Wayne had never had the time to gather. He realized he looked happy.

me @ me: ow????

As stated in the before-cut stats, this ranks decently high in terms of all my fics????? Somehow????????? I can usually get a decent bead on reception just based on how option a fic shows up in my inbox or people reference it on Tumblr or whatever, but this one apparently was a sleeper to only me. Stunned. Bewildered.

[roobylavender]

Omg I'm glad I found a fellow new teen titans hater (or at least critic) because while I think Wolfman had some really neat ideas it really amazes me how so much of what he's written for Dick is like the polar opposite of his character for 40 years and how people ignore that simply because they don't read golden/silver age batman... like I hate reboot Nightwing as much as anyone but it's crazy to me how people think he's always been the most anal about his moral code as if it didn't take years for him to develop it after watching Bruce (like in canon: https://64.media.tumblr.com/f20ae729d626788129a371dab7f790db/5b84ba907a5dc5f9-ac/s1280x1920/e0e719108502d4fa51364eb748450141fd1bcedd.png), or how he'd give up college/a day life to be Robin when in canon he was the one all gung-ho about going to college while Bruce hoped for him to stay home (and ironically enough Bruce quit Wayne Industries himself so he could focus full-time on being Batman lmao: https://64.media.tumblr.com/48945b33fa70a2bfbded0fe6c83017d0/68e853c82fce0d82-5a/s1280x1920/32e3b3ab44fa7364ca82eb63bb8c6d5bbbbb7132.png), or even that Dick wouldn't have the patience to mentor children or something when the literal purpose of creating Robin was to be a role model for children to relate to and sef-insert themselves as his friend, hence why he always excelled in school and sports and stuff...like Bill Finger even created this concept of "Robin's Regulars" to show that Dick liked kids and inspired them (https://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPLG-yJpJw/S5v2_3KXjdI/AAAAAAAADnM/1aOMBWuCmT0/s400/robinsregulars.jpg)... the good part is that NTT took place when Dick was just 18-19, I can easily pass it off as his angsty phase that he grew out of in the same way Peter's Ditko era is passed off as his edgy college kid phase in-universe that he outgrew thanks to his friends lmao

admittedly i think trying to ascertain any kind of moral code from bruce or dick in the golden age is a bit of a directionless endeavor bc the writers switched things up soooo often depending on whether they want to pander to morality or comedic value 😭 like there's a golden age issue where bruce quite literally lets= someone die in an electric whirlpool of some kind omds it was hysterical. but yeah interestingly with wolfman i like a lot of the things he did with dick as a character if i view them as developments resulting not only from his personal foray into adulthood but also from the distance that started to grow between him and bruce. it was completely logical for dick to reassess a lot of the things he wanted back when he thought it was going to be him and bruce forever versus at present when bruce clearly no longer wanted to sanction him being robin and dick took that to mean he wasn't good enough (even though bruce was merely being protective and trying to respect dick's own ability to choose his own path in life). the problem with wolfman is that rather than portray it as a series of newfound assessments made in context of newfound developments in dick's life, he wrote these assessments as if they had been lodged in dick's mind since the day he was taken in. which to me at least seems to diminish the significance of dick's development into a more agitated, hyper-emotional control freak. it's not supposed to be something that's always been there. it's more latent. dick's belief in himself with respect to his relationship with bruce sort of hung by a thread for the entirety of their tenure together. that's what happens when you let a nine-year-old become a vigilante and spend nearly nine years together thereafter fighting crime with him as your exclusive partner. it builds expectations, hopes, dreams. for his entire life dick was building up to this.. fantasy almost. and when he went to college it still wasn't so bad because even if there was a desire to be independent he still felt like he had bruce's support. the fantasy remained intact. it was only when dick started to realize that being in college hindered what he really wanted to do with his life, and then bruce opposed him on it, and then they proceeded to disagree on a number of other things—as respectfully as they could admittedly. that was the nice thing about the early 80s. they actually talked in the truest sense of the word—and then bruce finally cut the cord (so to speak) on robin existing as a required extension of batman, that the floodgates really opened. every latent positive emotion that dick had ever felt in his life because of what he believed bruce had given him unconditionally was suddenly up for dissection. and that's how you proceeded to get the neurotic ticking time bomb we know and love so well today. or at least that's how i like to conceptualize it in my head

[guavagyu]

red chardonnay - m.jh!

jun makes me so dizzy i swear

i luv jun!! his long bleached hair is SO pretty!! and w his glasses? oh lord im done for

also..i made a banner?!?!? im in a new era 😻 (jk im probably never going to make another)

tagging @hobihearteu cuz sub svt!!!!

i used a prompt generator for this </3 (i already put names in)

prompt: jun and y/n going back to one or the other's house after a date, where they eventually end up dry-humping on the couch. y/n only intends this as foreplay, but jun is already getting overwhelmed. y/n finds this amusing and endearing, leaning close to whisper something teasingly into jun's ear. It turns out that jun is more excited than y/n thought, and hits orgasm without any further stimulation, to the surprise of y/n and the embarrassment of jun. what happens next? 

thats literally the synopsis too ig^

wc: 1.2k

content: smut (duh, mdnI!), fluff, sooo domestic, jun is the sweetest boy ever i wanna wife him up, established relationship, mentions of alchohol consumption, softdom!reader, fem!reader (i don't think pronouns are used though), sub!jun, mommy kink, tall!reader (idk if its ever blatantly mentioned but its there ig), praise kink, brief degradation, dacryphilia, slight cockwarming, unprotected sex (dont do this), gagging (panties r shoved in juns mouth), fingering, nicknames (baby, love, whore, kitten, pretty boy, good boy, lover boy), brief possessiveness, no aftercare cuz it cuts off before then, lmk if theres more!

"junnie i can pay, it's okay!" you insisted, trying to tell the waiter to take your card instead of his,

"no i- sorry could you give us a second?" jun looked at the waiter who nodded and walked off, "baby please just let me cover tonight, i'm the one that took you out!"

"no i don't want you to keep spending this much money on me, can we just split it then?"

"y/n if i wasn't willing to spend money do you think i would've brought you here? and no, i'm paying," he said before calling the waiter back over to hand over his card, silently gloating at his victory. he loved taking care of you, even after dating you for so long, his feelings never changed. the waiter came back soon with the receipt, frowning at the sight of "garden salad, $19", the cheapest item on the menu. you tried to argue that you weren't super hungry and didn't want to eat that heavy, but he's known you for long enough that you just didn't want to make him spend money on things you don't believe should be over two dollars,

"okay, can we just go home now?" you sighed, thinking about how you could somehow slip a twenty into his pocket at some point, or in his wallet when he's not looking,

"sure, c'mon," holding out his hand, you took it, lacing your fingers together as he led you though the masses of people, finally reaching your car, you took the drivers seat, sitting down before shoving the key into the ignition. jun couldn't help but watch as your dress slid up your thighs, stopping just short of your underwear, as he nervously swallowed, feeling the blood flow to his dick as he wished you would never leave the lot and just fuck him till the sun rises. despite that wish, he knew it'd be much more comfortable for you to have his way with him once you returned home, out of public eye. the car home was quiet, except for some light music. he'd reached for your hand sometime during, and your hands have been on his thigh since then, fingers intertwined, dangerously close to his very obvious bulge. you must've noticed, there's no way you wouldn't have. the moment the car was turned off and you both made it inside your home he dragged you to the couch, sat you on his lap, and kissed you with energy he didn't know he had, the wine he'd drank earlier making his head buzz,

"you just had to look at my thighs and get hard didn't you, hm? couldn't help yourself?" you cooed at him, eyes giving him a look that made his dick twitch, lashes low and long,

"i'm sorry mommy, you're just so pretty," he moaned into your lips, wanting to feel every part of you that he could in that moment, he slipped into subspace so quickly, he was such a cutie. if you could, you'd save the image of his adorable face right now; swollen lips, pink cheeks, eyes hooded,

"hmm..what do you say we do about this then?" mentioning his hard dick, he started rubbing against your panties, his jeans rough against the fragile fabric. he could already feel the wet spot on his boxers, as well as your own seeping through his jeans. he moaned when you started grinding down on him in return, with you whispering how much of a good boy he was, how he was only yours and that nobody else could have him, soon your soft praises in his ear simply became too much, and without warning, he lit himself slip. and oh, you noticed,

"did my kitten just cum from a little humping?"

"mommy i'll do better i promise! i-" jun panicked, worrying about his mistake (which wasn’t considered one to you),

"shh, you don't need to apologize, pretty boy. you're adorable, you know that?" you smiled down at him lazily, loving how his pink cheeks darkened even further, "wanna take this to the bedroom?"

"yes please," he nodded, eyes never leaving yours, making you give him a quick kiss before taking his hand and leading him to the bedroom, before asking him to sit on the bed, taking off his clothes and discarding them on the floor before removing your own as well. you hastily kissed him, need overcoming your body as he returned the kiss with the exact same energy, perhaps even more. as you made out for who knows how long, you felt your wetness seep down your thighs, some dripping onto jun’s too. he must’ve noticed, as he gathered some on his fingers before putting those said fingers inside of you, catching you off guard. you bucked your hips slightly before getting used to the new pleasure, soon you were getting close, too close. you gently took his wrist and pulled his fingers out of you, “what’s wrong?”

“nothing junnie, just wanna finish with you,” you gave him a kiss, him chasing after you when you pulled away, making you giggle. when you slid on top of him, he let out the cutest moan, making you shove your slick panties in his mouth on impulse, jun letting out another moan at the taste, “my pretty whore,” it had slipped out, but when it did, you couldn’t help but notice how his dick twitched inside of you and how his hands on your waist trembled in the slightest. you figured you had tortured him enough bu staying still for so long, so you started riding him at a slower pace, making him moan at the sudden stimulation, feeling the sensitivity lunge at him,

“mommyyy,” jun whined out, his hips bucking up at the feeling of you clenching around him,

"yes, junnie?" you whispered softly as you pressed a kiss to his hair,

"mommy i'm so close, can i cum please?" he whimpered, his hands squeezing at your waist, his eyes had glazed over, tears pooling. the sight made a shiver ride up your spine, and you pressed yet another kiss to his nose,

"wait a little for me pretty boy," which made him desperate to get you to cum so he could as well, he occasionally bucked up his hips and traced circles over your clit, making you jump just the slightest bit, "my lover boy's so impatient, isn't he? hm? so eager to make me cum so he doesn't have to wait?"

"yes mommy, i can't hold it much longer please let me cum mommy!" he cried out, tears flowing down his cheeks, nose sniffling slightly,

"yes pretty boy, you can cum my love. you've done so good for mommy," you pepper soft kisses all over his face before finally stopping at his lips as you cum together, jun moaning into you as his dick twitches, as you ride through your orgasm and help him through his, you press one final kiss to his forehead, "i love you junnie,"

"i love you too mommy," he whispered into your neck, but soon said, "can we go clean up now?" making you laugh breathily and get up to go clean yourselves, smiling the whole way.

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[tiffanybluesclues]

this type of incorrect statement is why DC has a disclaimer at the bottom of the article btw 🙄

like, that phrase "the math is not mathing" applies here so hard

Even measuring from 1st appearance to now, and even ignoring both Stephanie AND Damian's time as Robin, that's 08/1989 to 06/2024, and even rounding up to make it 1989-2024 (inclusive!) that's 36 years.

If we're being more accurate, but still generous, going from Tim's first appearance as a character intended to eventually be Robin, up to the first issue of Red Robin, then that's 08/1989 to 08/2009. 20 years.

Add to that his return to the mantle (in 2019, I believe), continuous to now, that's about 6 years, so 26 years total.

Even ignoring elseworlds, flashbacks, retellings, adaptations, and anything outside of DC Comics main continuity, the character of Dick Grayson and the character of Robin were one and the same from 04/1940 to 02/1984. 44 years and 10 months.

36 years > 44⅚ years?

26 years > 44⅚ years??

I guess if you ignore the Golden Age version of Robin and only measure from May-June 1952, then you could say Dick spent less than 32 years as that version of Robin. & I guess if you then also ignore the decade or so where Damian was DC's official one and only main continuity Robin, then you can count everything from Tim's debut to now and say he was Robin for 36 years...🤔 Orrrrr we could just not say random things that require ignoring the 1st 12 years of the original Robin's existence and also ignoring that 2009-2019 happened.

Literally the only way that statement makes sense is if you argue that since Robin wasn't yet a mantle when Dick was Robin that he couldn't have maintained the mantle and only his successors could. That argument becomes weaker in situations like the one above though, where longevity is cited as one of the reasons fans passionately defend someone as their Robin. Because if that's the case then removing Dick from the discussion is ridiculous. He originated the identity, he maintained it for longer than anyone else, and yeah you'd think his fans wouldn't feel the need to passionately defend him as their Robin (because he is the blueprint), but sometimes someone is wrong on the Internet and we've gotta post on Tumblr about it.

Note: in-universe pre-Crisis Dick was Robin from age 8 to 19, so approximately 12 years. I don't recall if those ages changed post-Crisis, so they are my reference point. Tim was 13 when he first appeared. So even in-universe the only way he's maintained the Robin mantle longer is if DC acknowledges that he's at least 25 now and if he was only Red Robin for like a few months.

So yeah. He had a very long run as Robin and clearly is very special to many people, but it's semi annoying seeing people just say whatever to try to rewrite history and hand out accolades that don't apply instead of just celebrating the ones that actually do apply (like the first Robin solo title).

[jack-kellys]

What are your thought on the Delancys? Why are they such dicks?

oh. my. god. i haven’t talked abt them in five years

send me a fandom/ship/character(s) ig and i’ll throw down a thesis

im gonna use the 003 bc i’m talking abt them as characters ig

How I feel about this character:

so. the delanceys are the only other newsies characters besides albert that i thought up a canon era background for, idk if y’all knew that!! i think the backstory is on my ao3, it’s like the oldest thing on there. but i looooove to hate these mfs. their positionality are politicized bullies- barely a notch above the newsies in terms of class and actively choosing to push the newsies down even further as a result. there’s a desperation to them and a kind of bone-chilling cruel attitude that is horribly fun to write. i hate these guys<3 they’re SO good in uksies too oh god and their costumes??? amazingg. they r so good together

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character:

no. which is the correct answer

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character:

haha!!! my backstory. i had them as childhood friends of albert’s (who is mixed ok<3 brazilian and irish legend<3) who left him in the dust once they learned of his background- and albert’s income had dipped since his factory-working mother had passed away, it was a whole thing. but they have this intricate knowledge of each other. (albert’s the one who knows “the delanceys are spreading a story…” IM SAYINGG LIKE) and even though they had always been cruel in some sense it hadn’t been… societal/social until they’d moved in with wiesel when they were oh idk like 10. so normal bullies who tolerated albert➡️strikebreaking resentful young adults.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

um, i don’t think they’re like 17 or some shit. they are definitely 19/20 year olds and are made to look/act like it too. they only provoke shit with the older newsies (jack crutchie and race!!), which gives me reason to think that they wouldn’t smack a 15 year old around…. oh, unless they were paid, of course.

also stop shipping them with newsies. literally we got over that three years ago, we like. grew out of that. so grow out of it again, please. god

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

THEIR FUCKING DAD IS A TROLLEY WORKER!!! THEY GOT PAID TO BEAT THOSE MFS!!! where is this lore!!! why are they with wiesel and not their father, what is their exact resentment towards those in the next social class down? also i would sort of like to see them get paid- for the newsies strikebreaking, and also by pulitzer for hauling jack to the cellar. i want them to also be shown a wad of cash, just like how jack is, so it can be an eerie mirror of what greed and turn a person into! come on!!

Favorite friendship for this character:

george crawford and alex james hatton are extremely funny together so…. actor friendship slay

idk who asked me this but u rock. newsies has no tangible villains except these guys!! stay evil, delanceys, stay evil 😮‍💨

[giftedfangs]

Is there something in Vampair that wanted you to move away from it?

Yes, and I will put this under a cut because the subject matter is very--- gross? IMO at least and not something I want to partake in if Daria is making this canon.

Content warning for: Predatory behavior

So in RBB (raised by bats) we look more on Duke's backstory and we are able to find out from a magazine that he was 17 years old in 1991. From context clues we (as in most of the fandom id assume?) Though that Duke, after running away at 17 years old, was near immediately turned into a vampire as the only differences between him having run away and him being shown being bitten is a change of cloths, and he grew out his goatee.

Now one might believe time had passed, different outfit and he grew his beard, cool.

What I don't think is reasonable to assume: IS 19 years had passed between him entering the city and him being bitten.

There is no evidence of this change. At all. And Daria herself had said she will not be exploring anything that happened in that 19 years of blank period time. That instead the reason for him being turned at 36 is so that he purposefully would be 2ce missi's age. As she had *just* turned 18. And she wanted to make the relationship "more creepy"

I didn't, nor had I really wanted to believe, that Duke would be a 36 year old man, who knows Missi is barely 18, would try to enter a romantic relationship with Missi. Daria claiming again one of the only reasons he doesnt have sex with her in canon is because he doesn't have his full dick (though she said there were a few other reasons too but that is the main one) and it just. disgusts me.

because knowing he is supposed to be seen as 36 (not 42 like he should be as the series takes place between 2012-2016) recontextualizes everything.

Daria in my opinion has dont a really, excuse my language, piss poor job at displaying them as not romantic. Stuck With You is literally has them doing slap stick and cuts to very intimate moments between them. The first fucking comment is a joke about how they're getting married

WHEN HE IS SUPPOSED TO BE 36 YEARS OLD. AND SHE JUST TURNED 18. AND HE TRIED TO HAVE SEX WITH HER WHEN SHE WAS 17.

I am not saying him mentally being in his 20s makes what he did in The Night justified. But it makes everything AFTER that different.

Especially since Daria isn't taking his real age into account just his age from when he was turned. Meaning he's mentally at least stuck in that period of his life, he will effectively be a 36 year old for the rest of his life.

So knowing that the idea that they're "equally bad" to one another DOESN'T APPLY.

Bceause let me re-tell the story with the knowledge that from the start, duke is 36.

A 36 year old man is about to leave his house for the evning. Instead sees what looks to be a young woman, possibly highschooler due to the bookbag she's carrying with her and how she dresses. Chooses to keep him adn force her to stay in the castle just to mess with her mentally for the whole night.

She ends up killing him since she believes her life is at risk.

Duke dies. Is brought back to life.

Duke, is now trying to murder this person, after episode 5 HE KNOWS HOW OLD SHE IS AND WHO SHE IS. Missi, to our knowledge, DOESNT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT DUKE. THERE'S NO CLUES GIVEN THAT SHE WOULD KNOW ANYTHING INCLUDING HIS AGE.

As such he comes back to murder this 18 year old girl. She cuts off his thumb, Duke stabs out her eye.

They agree on a truce and this, again, 18 year old woman moves into his castle of which HE RESPECTS NONE OF HER PRIVACY.

The 36 year old man, invades her bedroom as she's sleeping. Uses her bathroom. Possibly even shares her bed. Sneaks into her coffin if she lays in it. And all around continues to be very sexual towards her of which she retaliates via physical abuse.

All throughout this she is show to be CONTINUOUSLY DRINKING. AND IS NOT ALWAYS SOBER.

So here is this 36 year old man, living with a barely 18 year old who is becoming an alcoholic and being very sexual towards her and not respecting space and boundaries, all while still beating her and she retaliating it

YOU DONT MAKE THEM EQUALLY BAD. MISSI'S ABUSE OF DUKE IS BORDERLINE JUSTIFIED BECAUSE HE'S LOWKEY KINDA PREYING ON HER.

Only for at the end of Stuck With You THEY NUZZLE UP TOGETHER IN THE COFFINS IN A VERY INTIMATE SENSE.

AND NOT TO MENTION RAISED BY BATS WHERE HE LITERALLY PULLS HER CLOSER BY THE WAIST

REMINDER

HE IS SUPPOSED TO BE 36.

AND SHE JUST TURNED 18 LESS THAN A MONTH AGO IN CANON TIME.

NO IM NOT OKAY WITH ANY OF THIS AND YOU CAN'T TELL ME THERE'S NO ROMANTIC INTENTION HERE, THESE ARE VERY INTIMATE MOMENTS THAT UNDER THE LIGHT OF DUKE KNOWING SHE'S 18 AND SHE MAYBE KNOWING??? IS REALLY, REALLY CREEPY

like no, i dont feel sorry or bad duke was abused because he's preying on a woman struggling with mental health, just turned 18, and is drinking EXCESSIVELY.

HER ABUSE OF HIM. IS BORDERLINE JUSTIFIED BECAUSE HE'S TAKING ADVANTAGE OF HER IN CANON.

of which im not okay with IN THE SLIGHTEST

and i really wish daria would have been upfront about it at the start because THERE'S NO INDICATION HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE THAT OLD. HE ACTS AND LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE HE DID WHEN HE WAS 17 OUTSIDE OF LIKE, BEING SKINNIER AND HAVING A FULL GOATEE

[ghostpill79]

3/19

1:02 Am

Listing to live performance of normal love by xiu xiu.

The lyrics are so good.

I wanna make something good.

I feel like shit. I guess that’s what happens when you don’t eat real food.

I want to cry right now.

Not crying.

Chewing on my comforter like I do.

Tomorrows not going to feel great. My grammar class sucks ass. Marketing is boring and dumb. I just wish I could do creative writing classes. It’s the only one I like. But if they were all like that it probably wouldn’t be good. I have to cancel or reschedule my therapist appointment. I could do it now , I’ll do it now.

2:30 AM

Still not asleep. Can’t stop thinking about music I don’t make when I’m able to. Wasn’t most of today. Well that’s harsh I got sone stuff done. But not enough for me to feel accomplished. I don’t know if I ever have or do feel that way. Maybe the closest I get is just not thinking about feeling accomplished. I’m just not thinking. I wish I had a vice to fall back on in times like this. Should I just drop out and move back home. Focus on the music. That’s not a good idea probably. I really don’t want to move back to Charlotte. Well actually I really don’t want to move back home with my mom. I should text that girl back. She seems cool. I would like being roommates with her. I guess I should look for places. And apply to them? Fuck I don’t want to do this. I want some one to just do it for me. I want it to just be done. The thought of putting effort into things that won’t for sure work out fills he with suicidal rage. I don’t want to fucking do anything. Ever.

2:39 am

Going to browse tinder because fuck what the fuck else am I gonna do!? What the fuck else is deserving of my time. It’s definitely not sleep.

2:41Am

Fuck tinder. I don’t want any of these hoes! Hahaha. I would kneel down just to lay eyes on a pussy. Just to catch a glimpse. I’d let them spit on me. I’d let them punch me. Not into the stepping on balls and dick stuff. No not my thing at all. I guess I mean do like watching humiliation stuff but I don’t think that’s something I’d want to participate in. I think the humiliation is probably much more deep seated. Well be it’s probably much more pathetic. My hand hurts from typing.

2:51 Am

Responded to girl I messaged a week ago about horror movies. She finally responded , asking me what REC is? I of course waited five minutes to respond to someone who made me wait a week. But she’s hot as fuck so fuck it. I have no shame. Like In the song I’m working on says. Even though I think I’m not going to use that line . The song is probably not going to ever be finished if I’m being honest. Must keep at it though . Must finish something.

12:14 pm

Saw that they them again. Leave me alone, you whore! She wasn’t a whore. They weren’t a whore. I don’t know. About to sit bored in marketing again. I could read to entertain myself a bit. It’s so fucking dumb - that class. Literally for baby brained retards.

12:28 pm

The Spotify algorithm loves fievel is glauque I like them too but Jesus. Every daily mix is like a quarter them.

Listening to answer by Tyler the creator now.

3:55 pm

Shitting. “ I were you I start working 80 , 90 hours a week”. I want to write about a southern guy who’s done with his life that runs over a twink. His freedom from his life comes at the cost of some one else’s. That’s the theme. I want to blow away my fiction class. I want to make a Paul Thomas Anderson esc story.

Preparing myself to go to grocery store so I don’t just eat chocolate like yesterday.

[tangiblejournal56]

8/19/11

The past couple of days being spent in a frenzy of activity, not all pleasing, some bordering on humiliating.  The day of the last entry, all of the turmoil of the Boss situation, at the end of my second shift in a fit of jealous spite Leon looked at Boss while I stood next to them & said bluntly, “Oh Boss, Jamie likes you.”  All of the blood rushed to my face & I froze, no witty responses coming to mind, not even the ability to play it off as a joke.  Everyone around us seemed to be waiting to see what would happen next.  Boss sort of paused, his low drawl a sarcastic “Thanks Leon.”  I was grateful he couldn’t see my face nor I his, & I left quickly after, unable to do more than cuss & smoke rapidly as my coworker Mario gave me a ride home.  He was laughing, getting great entertainment out of it.  He told me Boss was a heavy drinker, a pothead (the source of those ever-glowing eyes) & that he didn’t know if Boss would be interested in a girlfriend or a fling.  All information volunteered to me, nothing I’d inquired about.  The only question I’d pegged was whether or not Boss would be interested in me.  To this Mario responded “Sure!  You’re all happy & bubbly & that makes you really cute, you’re attractive!”  A lovely compliment, & I do adore the towering, friendly Mario, but I couldn’t help wishing the words came straight from Boss.  Disgust at Leon for behaving so childishly, for being bitter that my crush was not on him.  Young boys & their egos acting out when they’ve claimed some territory as their own, when that territory was never available for their claiming.  Though I’d flirted with him (as I do with literally everybody) I’d always made it clear I was not interested further than harmless flirtation.  It his his fault & none of my own that he chose to view it differently.  All he has done is alienate me further from him, not to mention creating the awkward atmosphere between Boss & I (this of course I cannot be certain of, as I do not work with him again for several days).  I am somewhat relieved that Boss is now aware, saving me the trouble of admitting it to him were I to have ever done so.  But I certainly would have preferred no audience.

I told Jacob of this incident when I arrived at home, & he mocked my adolescent-like romantic blunders & embarrassment, “It’s as if you’re going through puberty,” he shook his head, “or like you’re just discovering boys for the first time!”  My acting so girly seemed to perplex & exasperate him.

The next evening he, Josh & I goofed around, swimming, throwing dice, smoking.  Jacob acted like a brat to me, like a five-year old torturing his sister for the pleasure of her annoyance.  He held his cigarette to the bottom of the cheap tarp folding chair in which I sat, burning the thin material & with it the sensitive skin of my ass.  This pissed me off & I told him he was an asshole & a bad friend.  “Aw, c’mon!” he protested, that mischievous grin not so charming.  I looked down at him, shook my head slightly & went inside.  I was laying on the blow-up air mattress on the living room floor when he came back inside.  He knelt down at my side, looked into my eyes, his expression genuinely regretful.  “Jamie, I really am sorry I did that, it was a dick move.  I don’t want you to be mad at me, I am really, really sorry, I didn’t think it through.”  His words precise & slow, his apology sincere, a worry in his brow that I wouldn’t accept or care.  “Can you accept my apology?”  I returned his stare.  “I accept.  And I’m sorry I said you were a bad friend,” I ceded.  He bent down to hug me, so pleased.  We went to watch some youtube video he wanted me to see, & to smoke some more weed.  He begged me to go swimming again, an insistent child.  I agreed, it only being 9:30.  We went down to the dark, secluded pool.  He sat halfway submerged with his back to me, smoking a cigarette & smiling, thinking something pleasing to himself.  I sat on the edge of a pool lounge, smoking & watching him.  He looked peaceful, happy, & it struck me how unused to this I still am, constantly being around someone so optimistic, so capable of grinning like that with total abandon.  I was grateful for it.  He turned toward me, “Come join me!”  Like I was nuts for not being in the water yet.  I laughed, got up & sat beside him.  He moved closer to me so our arms were touching, our legs.  He shouldered me & we sat staring at the ripples in the dark, inky-looking water, the moon a ball of white floating by us.

In the water he was silly & flirtatious, wrapping his legs around me & sinking us to the bottom, our faces an inch apart so we could see each other’s eyes underwater.  Suddenly he shoved my face into his chest, laughing & wrestling.  I swam away for awhile, languid & drifting.  He kept to the side under the dimmest lighting, that mischief written all over his face.  “What?” I asked, smiling, anticipating the unexpected element.  He laughed, then revealed his removed swimming trunks, leaving him naked & excited to be.  He got me to remove my swimming attire as well, & he got a great amount of fun out of playing with my ultra-pale breasts, twisting & grabbing, even floating down to take a nipple in his mouth under water.  We ended up having sex right there.  He fucked me from behind while I clung to the cement wall of the pool, skinning my knees.  Though enjoyable, this was not enough for me, so I suggested we pretend to watch a movie in my room & quietly continue.  He was worried about Josh walking in (he is still unaware that Josh knows), but when I suggested he fuck me on the bathroom counter, he lit up excitedly, all apprehension dissipated.  We traipsed inside, excited like children.  Once inside my room we made our way to the bathroom, clearing off my counter, & his eyes took on the sleepy, seductive look he gets.  He pulled my pants off of me & lifted me up to the counter, pulling my legs up to his chest as he thrusted into my flesh, his face shifting expressions of pleasure, moans.  It was quite different, watching his face under such bright lights, my head knocking into the mirror, leaving a blurry smudge I would later laugh at.  We moved to my bed, still somewhat attempting not to disturb Josh in the next room but failing.  I teased him, told him I wanted to hear him beg like he makes me, the thrill of hearing him cry out my name (something I’ve grown fond of), “Ohmygod Jamie, that feels amazing!”  I laid at the edge of the bed & he on his knees on the floor, fucking me wildly, & he asked if he could come inside me.  I don’t know why, but I let him, that look of total abandon on his pretty face.  A worry I’ll deal with later, for that moment I wanted to be his.  I did, I wanted to belong to him, to be worn like jewelry, to be the source of one of his blinding grins.  So I settled for the illusion.  Sex with Jacob has become dangerous.  I am the girl who falls for the guy fucking her.  It doesn’t help that he seems annoyed when I mention any crush I have on other boys, as if he were almost jealous or bothered that I notice them.  It feels like jealousy, but then any reference to this being more than just sex (Racha’s comment that she felt we wanted to be alone during our failed threesome) & he goes out of his way to restate that it’s sex & only that.  He is so private, so hard to peg.  After our escapade last night I dreamt that he’d offered himself to me, “I can’t believe you’ve never known.”  His grin.  So realistic I awoke wondering if it had actually happened, half expecting him to be lying next to me.  When I’d still thought it real, I worried, thinking of Max.  That kicked me out of the sex haze-induced romantic feelings.  All of this absurdity.  I just want to belong to everybody, Max, Jacob, Boss.  Indecision.

The good news however is that I am used to being unwanted.  Rejection.  I’ve got a solid four years of experience in that field where Jacob is concerned.  It’s not quite as easy as a switch I can turn on & off at will, but almost.  I can almost painlessly accept it from Jacob.  It doesn’t help that he will sleep with me, that allows the delusion that he’d eventually come around to liking me, but then I remember that a small amount of self-respect still inhabits me, that I couldn’t suffer the idea of wearing someone down to liking me.  There’s no pride in that conquest.  Either fully or not at all.  That’s where I fuck up with Max.  He loved me right off the bat.  Saw something in me worthwhile when no one saw anything in me.  Even now, I can tell when he does love me, when his affection for me can overcome all the years of others’ opinions of me.  I can easily absorb Jacob’s rejection, I could shrug off Boss’s, should he choose not to acknowledge my interest.  Not Max.  I will never get over his rejection.  He’s all I really want, in any form.  No other human compares.  No male in my life has ever meant more, & he makes me feel as though he reciprocates, whether in a romantic or platonic form.  This obsession.

[demon-animatronic]

Supposed to be a ask game but I’m bored at work.

Under cut cause it’s long

50 Random Character Asks: Crowley

1. Canon I outright reject

Crowley having the idiot ball trope for seasons 11+12. And right after he threatened to be evil again when Sam tried to kill him for Rowena too. That was honesty kinda hot

2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on

He DESERVES(/D) to be loved!

Also he absolutely does aftercare after sex

3. Obscure headcanon

Dunno off the top of my head.

4. Favorite line

“No one in the history of torture will be tortured with the torture you’ll be tortured with.” or however the line goes exactly.

5. Best personality trait

His loyalty to his deals

6. Worst personality trait

Whatever the fuck happened to him in seasons 11+12 but 12 especially.

7. Age/height/weight headcanon

It’s midnight and I don’t feel like doing math right now but I headcanon his meatsuit is basically the same age as Mark S. Crowley himself is what I don’t feel like doing math for.

Same as Mark S for height which is apparently 5’8 from what I found online. Even though it really doesn’t look like it next to Jared and Jensen lmao.

Ditto to weight. Whatever Mark S is

8. Unpopular opinion about them

Dunno off the top of my head.

9. Scene that first made me love (or hate) the character

Off the top of my head it’s the one where he screams about being under a spotlight and then makes it explode by pointing at it. And that he took a picture of him kissing Bobby(that Mark still has to this day) is what made me start loving him.

10. Best moment on screen (or in the book)

Whenever he’s being a badass

11. Faceclaim for the role

N/A

12. Crack headcanon

N/A

13. Dumbest thing they’ve ever done

Not throw Luci’s ass back into the cage and just taking his anger out on his underlings that laughed at him as Lucifer’s dog. I get he wanted revenge but that was stupid.

14. Most heroic moment

His sacrifice :(

15. Worst thing they’ve ever done

Let’s be honest, where to even start there. Including kidnapping Kevin and his mom.

16. Deepest darkest secret they won’t even admit to themselves

He genuinely loves the Winchesters but knows deep down they don’t love him back

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them

N/A

18. What they’d go to see a therapist about

His mommy issues

19. Vices/bad habits

N/A

20. Scars

N/A

21. Drink of choice (not just alcoholic)

I don’t know why but I see him as a lemonade man outside of alcohol

22. Best physical feature

Everything

23. If they were a scented candle, what would they smell like?

Whiskey

24. Most annoying habit

Putting up with his ‘friends’ being dicks

25. 3 things they’d want to take with them if they were dropped off in the middle of nowhere

If he can’t teleport:

Phone, alcohol, and I like to think he has a small hobby that he can easily carry with him

26. What they would do if stuck in an elevator with [insert character of your choice from the same fandom]

He and Dean would probably have a decent chat like adults and not fight

27. Their guilty pleasure

The Winchesters

28. How they feel about [insert character of your choice from the same fandom]

He wants Dean to be his bestie and does love Sam too despite trying to kill him

29. Eating habits

Apparently he likes peanuts from whichever episode that was with the Darkness.

30. Sleeping habits

He doesn’t sleep.

31. If the had a tumblr what would it look like?

Dunno

32. Something guaranteed to make them smile/laugh

Literally anyone showing some kindness and affection and thanking him.

33. Something guaranteed to make them cry

Same as above. Kindness, affection, and a fucking thank you

34. How they react when they are feeling X emotion (sad, angry, excited, scared, etc.—can specify as many as you like)

I feel like some would be anger and others would be anxious and fear even though he would hide it.

35. Their idea of a perfect day

Being alone with his bestie drinking his little drink with the tiny pitchfork

36. Their favorite season

Fall for spooky season

37. What they really think about themselves

His last episode made it seem like he was really depressed and suicidal so I can only imagine.

38. Favorite holiday

Spooky holiday Halloween. He also likes Valentines Day because he would spoil his lover rotten that day

39. Favorite game

N/A

40. Favorite book

Can’t remember what it’s called of the top of my head but he’s been show reading or mentioning a book or two.

Also the supernatural books

41. If they could have lunch with anyone in the world (living or dead, from any fictional universe or the real world), who would it be?

Better be with me 😏

42. 3 comfort items

His hellhounds, alcohol probably, and idk his suit?

43. 3 favorite foods and 3 they despise

N/A

44. Their happiest memory

Being appreciated by anyone

45. Their favorite celebrity

N/A or Mark S because liking himself is funny

46. The person they most admire

Dean let’s be honest

47. Their dream job

Being a retired demon since he was sick of being king

48. Scariest moment of their life

In his original life, he was probably petrified when Rowena abandoned him at like 8 years old and kept trying to sell him before it.

49. Favorite toy as a child

N/A

50. A memory they’ve blocked out

Probably the day he got abandoned by his mother. And everything Luci did

[xoxo-mylove]

New Beginnings

(Bruce Wayne x Batmom!Reader, Batmom!reader x Dick Grayson, and Batmom!reader x Jason Todd)

*EDITED*

Word count: 3,054

Synopsis: The manor feels empty, since Dick left to live on his own. Bruce is angry. (and sad) You are definitely sad. But who knew that a new beginning was waiting for them. More like, stealing from them but who cares!

Warnings: Angst, not a lot though, Fluff, SOOO FLUFFY, and Dick Grayson anger......

(*A/N: I'm not entirely accurate with the ages in this fic but it's fan fiction, soooo and anyway Dick is eight years older than Jason and probably later on I'll make them closer in age but, for now Dick left when he was 18 instead of 19 to live in Bludhaven and Jason left to live with Bruce when he was 10 instead of 11)

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The big fight.

Such a trivial thing that progressed into Dick yelling and Bruce yelling back. You weren't there, when it happened but walking into dinner that night you could feel the tension. “Okay” you say dropping your fork onto your plate and placing your elbows on the table. You could feel Alfred’s disapproval from here. “What is up with you two?” 

They turn their heads to you, in sync of course. Like father like son. Your son. Ever the drama queen answers first, “Nothings wrong mom. right dad?” You roll your eyes and glare at your son. “Richard Grayson. I can feel your sarcasm from here. Now I'll ask again, whats with you too?”

This time you direct the question towards your husband. He looks up at you with his usua blank face but only you can read the hint of sadness and hurt that coats it. Oh yeah, something definitely happened.

 “Dick, here thinks he's and adult.” 

“Well I-”

 “SO much of an adult that he thinks he's ready to go on his own.”

 You're confused. “I'm confused, do you want to move out?” you can't help but have a tint of sadness and shock in your voice, because well your baby is leaving. You should of saw it coming actually, He wasn’t going to stay here forever, I mean at first it started with him leaving at 16 to start a team.

And even that was hard for you and Bruce. The fight that caused that situation is a WHOLE other thing but moving out? You baby boy leaving your home? This was going to take some time to digest. Like you said, you should’ve seen it coming.

He was eventually...... gonna grow up and leave. Oh geez you feel like crying.

 Dick sees your sullen face and hurriedly tries to explain. “NO! I mean…yes! It’s just…well.... I'm eighteen mom. I am an adult.”

Those four words almost sent you into a spiral, so much so the sadness is evident on your face. You didn’t want to make him feel bad about wanting to leave. Oh god no, you wouldn’t and haven’t been that mom EVER to guilt trip their children into doing what they wanted to do.

It’s one of the first things you discussed with Bruce when you both first got Dick. You both never wanted to be those parents. Though it seems like Bruce has a harder time conveying the right emotions, and Dick easily gets riled up. Especially if he’s told he can’t do something he wants to do.

Ugh, like father like son.

 “See, you've upset your mother.” You hear Bruce say, bringing you out of your thoughts.

You quickly look at Dick and see the guilt creeping up all over his face and you start to reassure him that you're not upset about him leaving.

Well of course you're upset about that, but more of the fact that he’s not so little any more. That your baby boy is growing up and leaving you. But a small part that will soon blossom is happy he's finding his own way. But Bruce uses your silence as a way to egg on this already heated argument, he stands up from his chair and points a finger at Dick.

“You shouldn’t leave! You're still a kid. What you think- you think you're gonna be able to live by yourself at this age?! You don’t know a thing about living on your own.” Bruce was literally grasping at straws. Trying to find any reason to try and keep Dick here. Now you were getting angry.

Okay this has gone too far now. You know Bruce is sad that Dick is leaving and though it’s not right way to do it he chooses to express this through anger and inexcusable behavior.

 “Bruce STOP!” You exclaim, almost out of your seat.

“NO MOM it’s obviously how he feels!” you look towards Dick too see he's abandoned his food too, and is standing up from his chair. “You don’t think I can do it! Live on my own. That I'll never be anything more than Robin. Nothing more than your side kick!” 

“That is not what I said!”

“BUT ITS WHAT YOU MEANT!” 

“STOP being ridiculous Dick! I can't believe we are having this discussion right now! especially in front of your mot-” 

“ENOUGH!” their heads snap to you and immediately cower under your gaze.

They're in trouble. They both know it. Raising their voices at each other and throwing cheap shots. But their pride and their ego stop them from admitting their wrongs.

You internally sigh, sometimes it’s too much masculinity in you life.

 “What is the matter with you two, that I can't even mention the tension in the room without you wanting to scream at each other?!” Chest heaving and red in the face from anger. You sit back down, and dig back in to your pasta.

The boys stand there, confused. So confused. They glance at each other for answers, before they remember they are supposed to be mad at each other and look away. 

“uhh. mom?” you look up from your pasta to see Dick looking at you nervously. You soften your face and smile. “Sit down baby.” you turn your head to Bruce “both of you.” They both slowly sit down and dig back into their pasta. 

“Dick, do you want to move out honey?” Honey. Your nickname that’s reserved for him since he was eight years old. That simple word makes all his anger disappear and he raises his head towards you with eyes filled with guilt, like the words he’s about to say is going to make you cry. Probably will.

“I’m ready to leave mom. NOT ready to leave you guys of course, just ready to find myself? As cliche as it sounds. I just want, No... I need to be on my own.” You smile with tears in your eyes and lay your had on his cheek. With watery eyes and a wobbly happy smile. 

“Oh sweetheart, I'm not sad that you want to leave. You leaving doesn't hurt my feelings honey. I’m happy you want to find yourself. Whatever makes you happy hun I'm always going to support you.” You say it with such conviction and truth that dick sags with relief and almost sheds a tear. He smiles his brilliant bright smile back at you. 

“And, your dad I'm sure feels the same way.” You both turn you heads to your husband to see him looking at you both with soft eyes. Bruce sighs before he stands up from his chair. “c’mon chum... lets talk again” he says it so nervous and shy it almost makes you smile, 

Oh your Bruce is just so worried he’s gonna ruin it with Dick. You face back towards your son with a smile and jerk your head towards Bruce. You watch him rise from his seat and follow his dad into the study, both glancing at each other nervously and Dick fiddling his fingers. Oh your boys, you don't know where they would be without you. You hear a cough from the door way to see Alfred looking at you with a raised eye brow and a smile. You just shrug your shoulders and smirk.

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That was two months ago. Bruce and Dick eventually came back from the study their differences reconciled (I will NOT let canon batdad be a man who can't say I love you to his kids shine through in this Bat-mom series! Sorry, not sorry. We only accept good Batdad here!) and we started looking for Dicks new apartment.....in Bludhaven.

 You know when you thought about Dick moving into his own home you thought Gotham. The same city, a few miles away, easy to pop in whenever you missed him but no, it’s a whole different one, but... if that what your baby boy wants that's what he’ll get. 

So you and a very sad Bruce go apartment hunting in Bludhaven. You eventually found an apartment after Bruce saying no to all the other ones and saying they weren't good enough, Dick fell in love with one with an amazing view and Bruce, very slowly admitted he liked it too. That made Dicks smile even bigger.

 Now you, Bruce and Alfred are all alone. No more Dick running to you when he wanted something, no more Dick begging Bruce to fix the railing so he can balance on it again, no more Dick begging Alfred to a make his favorite dinner (Mac and cheese) No more Dick.

 It was sad. You were sad, Bruce was sad, and Alfred was sad. You three were all adjusting to life without Dick in your home every day and night. Sure he called, almost everyday,

”Mom how do I use a can opener?”

 “Do I put the stove on 350 or 360 degrees?”

 “Yeah, yeah I meant oven” but it wasn't the same. 

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One night, After Bruce was finished meeting Gordon, and going over the new riddler case. He finds himself driving back there, where it happened. He doesn't do it often but some nights he can't stop himself.

 You know about his drives to Crime Alley and what it does to him, when he comes home and his usual aura of broodiness increases and the bad memories and thoughts come back, but your always there for him when he's ready to talk, with open arms and soothing words, that's what makes him choose to actually go to Crime Alley. The promise you'll be there for him when he comes home.

Your his home.

 He parks the Bat-mobile and gets off and patrols the area for an hour, scaring off criminals and watching over the innocent people of the neighborhood, if he can even call it that, before he decides he should stop torturing himself and makes his way back into the car.

He’s walking towards the car when he sees it. Little stick like legs sticking up underneath the Bat-mobile. Immediately he’s on alert, someone is trying to mess with the Bat-mobile. It’s upon closer inspection and him slowly walking towards the car when he sees that the person is trying to.....trying to steal the tires! Oh... You’d love this.

 He's ready to yell at the person trying to steal from him when he hears a small gasp. He looks towards the tire to see the skinniest boy he’s ever seen with a tire iron in his hand and grime all over his face looking up at him with fear in his eyes. It’s at this moment he wishes he chose to wear a less intimidating costume, because the fear and worry in the little boys eyes make this heart twist. “what are you doing?” He speaks in an unusually soft voice. well as soft as she can while being Batman.

 The boy nervously swings the tire iron in his hand up at bruce. Shocked but quick, bruce catches it before it hits his face and rips it out of the little boys hand. The gangly kid realizing he’s weaponless scrambles up from the ground to his feet and stumbles off into an alley yelling obscenities. Bruce still reeling from the “attack” follows the kid and corners him in the alley way. He asks again in his “Batman voice” this time.

“What are you doing?”

The intimidation obviously spooks the kids because the next thing Bruce knows is the little boy is stuttering out an apology and slides his eyes around not looking at Bruce, he assumes he's too nervous to make eye-contact because when he squats down towards the little boy’s height, he scrambles back into the wall. His eyes widened and his face scrunches up like he is anticipating a hit. Yeah, this hurts. "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you. Okay?"

 The little boy looks up at him with cautious and disbelieving eyes. “How-how do I know you ain’t lying?……..I was going to hit you?” He’s looking at Bruce likes he’s insane. He was going to steal his tires and hit him. Why isn't he upset?!

 “Because that's not what I do.”

The skinny kids silent disbelief tells Bruce what he thinks of that answer.

 “What if I show you something to make you trust me?” he can't believe he’s going to do this. This kid was gonna swing on him with a tire iron. For some reason he admires the action, rather than judging it. The boy looks up at him with disbelief swimming in his eyes before slowly nodding. Bruce takes a deep breath in and hopes he won't regret this, something tells him he won't. He takes off his cowl.

 And looks up towards the boy and hearing his loud gasp makes his lips curl up. “Your- You're..... You're Bruce Wayne! OH MY GOD NO WAY!” 

“okay kid.....settle down ju-”

 “I mean I knew he had to be someone but you? well I never though it be you!” 

he doesn't know if he should be offended or not he chooses to ignore it....for now, he’ll talk to you about it later.

 “Trust me now?” The little boy smiles a big smile,

 “Oh Yeah! definitely now” Bruce puts back his cowl on and asks the boy again. “what were you doing with the Bat-mobile?”

 All traces of a smile wipes off his face and Bruce wants to take the question back because now he's nervous, 

“Ahhh about that, sorry mister I...I s- shouldn't have done that. It’s just if I came back to my... neighborhood with the bat-mobiles tires....I would get a lot of money, and you see I need the money and yeah. YEAH! So sorry for trying to hit you, i was just scared. I’m really really sorry, so yeah and I won’t take your tires again promise.”

 He says it with such honesty Bruce believes him. He reminds him of you. “what’s your name?” Bruce chooses to ask instead of continuing the conversation about tires, it seems to be a good idea because the little boy sheepishly smiles and whispers his name “Jason. Jason Todd” 

It’s fitting Bruce thinks. he can't help but want to keep talking the kid and asks him the question that he definitely knows the answer to, “Are you hungry Jason?” His stomach growls, and they both release soft laughs.

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Bruce is late. He usually is back around 2 a.m. to 2:30 a.m. but it’s now three thirty in the morning and you're getting worried. You’re walking down the steps to the bat cave when you hears the engine of the Bat-mobile in the distance. You sigh out of relief of him being okay and on his way, but also ready to yell at him for being late and making you stay up. (you can't fall asleep without him) 

He pulls up into the “driveway” and gets out and just as you're about to yell at him you look down to see a small set of shoes peeking out beneath his cape. Little shoes. Oh, what did he do?

Confused you look towards Bruce for answers to see him looking anywhere but you, suddenly hesitant. Narrowing your eyes you ask the question, “Bruce who’s shoes do those belong to and is there a little someone behind you?” You ask in a silly voice. Hoping to ease whoever is hiding behind your husband.

Bruce huffs out a breath and squats down. Still shielding someone from you. You hear him whispering and it’s when you hear a soft whisper back. Bruce turns his body towards you extending his arm out, you grab it and squat down to his level, “This is Jason” 

You turn your head to see a little boy with the darkest hair and lightest blue eyes you’ve ever seen, and looking at you nervously almost scared of your reaction to him. You softy smile in return and you can visibly see his shoulders drop in relief. You turn towards Bruce with questions in your eyes.

 “Brought him here to stay the night.” You raise your eyebrows out of shock and a happiness that your turn your head back to the 10 year old boy and smile.

 “Hi, I'm Y/n, it’s wonderful to meet you Jason” He smiles back and you think you haven't seen anything more adorable and speaks with the cutest Gotham accent you've ever heard, “it’s nice to meet you too Y/n, it’s okay I stay with you and B?” B awee, Bruce already has a nickname. Makes you want one.

 “Of course Jason, in fact Alfred just made cookies today and I'm sure we can heat them up? do you want to come with me upstairs?” 

He looks up at bruce for approval and you can't help but feel your heart melt in your chest. Bruce nods and sends him a small smile, and Jason whips his head to you and quickly nods his head. You let out a loud laugh and stand up and hold out your hand for him to take, he slowly takes you hand and that’s when you feel warmth spread through your body. His little fingers curling around yours. Makes you think of Dick when he was younger.

It’s barley been five minutes and this kid has you hooked. You don't think you’ll let him go until he gives you a nickname too. And even then you don't think you’ll want to let go.

You lead him upstairs talking his ear off about how good Alfred’s cookies are and how much he’ll like them, and it’s when he shyly asks if there's chocolate chip, you gasp and exclaim “OF COURSE there’s chocolate chip cookies jay!” you don't even notice the name slipped out of your mouth but Jason does and he smiles and lets out a loud laugh, he talks more with you after that.

Bruce knows you’ll have questions and he’ll definitely answer them, but watching you two completely ignore his existence and walk off into your own word in the five minutes of meeting each other, he knows he made the right decision when it came to bringing Jason back home.

 He quickly showers and changes into a t-shirt and sweats and walks up to the doorway of the kitchen to see you two both smiling and laughing, it makes him feel warm inside and he can't wait for Jason to be living with you guys permanently. And when you catch his eyes in the doorway and smile. He knows for sure he made the right choice.

Hope y’all enjoyed, feedback is always appreciated -yella <;33