#gunbug

[bruciemilf]

Jaime Reyes knows there's a very high probability of encountering a Bat when he moves to Gotham. This is the weirdo capital of the world, after all.

Batgirl is nice, — she returns his stolen wallet on his first week here. As thanks, Jaime doesn’t mention it reeks of blood.

He once waited in line at a Batbucks with Spoiler. They like the same drink.

Robin scares him, but he's also adorable. He also calls Jaime an idiot for getting held at gunpoint. In his own apartment.

Which is far better than Nightwing, who straight up laughs at him for getting kidnapped by Condiment King. He also gets an autograph from Batman. Yeah, its a stolen Batarang, but that still counts.

His meeting with Red Hood is forever imprinted in his memory, thought.

Khaji Da thinks its beneath her to come out during muggins. So, that's how Jaime ends up bundled up in a blanket eight sizes too big, sharing coffee with working ladies.

Hood approaches him with hesitant steps. He walks like he's not used to towering over others, which is— cute? In a way?

“Hey, so,” He fumbles with his wallet. “I don't usually do this, but you're gorgeous. Like, very. And the way you punched Black Mask was hot. Real hot. So I was thinking 1k for a few hours? 2k? Whatever works.”

“…I’m sorry, do you —” Jaime blinks, rapidly. He can feel Khaji tremble on his back. “Do you… Think I'm a hooker?”

It’s kinda hilarious, watching such a big guy freeze like a mouse in a corner.

Mutely, Red Hood throws a smoke bomb down. He trips while running away.

—-

“Jason,” Bruce calmly wrestles Jason to the ground, “Please take Alfred’s shotgun out of your mouth.”

[rosefinch07]

I am once again on my Jaime is a menace agenda and no one will stop me

Lawyer jaime my beloved

Jason huffing about someone he needs to take down but doesn't have a chance to yet and Jaime just smiles and makes a call

Suddenly the target has no support in court, no one who will fall for bribes, and Jason takes them down that much easier

Jason mutters abt two face under his breath when annoyed one day and Jaime chuckles and strides right up to him next time two face is holding up some shop or something and mf is trapped into debating with him for four hours straight until Jason makes them call for a truce

Jaime pinning someone to the wall with a smile and a laugh while going "Allow me to be perfectly clear, no?"

Jaime is scary when he wants to be he just never wants to be jaja

[chentailai]

**From *Batman: The Brave and the Bold***

(Featuring Jaime, the die-hard Batman fanboy, and Jason, the new owner of the Iceberg Lounge—I forget which comic this is from.)

Jaime, a broke college student from Gotham University, lost his job (and couldn’t find another one). Burdened by debt and desperate for cash, he was convinced by his classmates to try his luck on a sugar bady website. He figured, *Hey, if it’s just about having dinner and laughing with some rich guy, I can handle that.* But then he stumbled upon a bizarre post from someone named Jason Todd:

**“$10,000 a month. Must be younger than me. Must be able to handle all kinds of super-powered threats—Poison Ivy ，Bane… even Superman or Batman.”**

Jaime only saw one word: **“Batman.”**

**“Batman! I could actually meet Batman!!”**

**“Is this for real? I get to make money AND see Batman?!”**

And just like that, Jaime became Jason’s sugar boy (slash bodyguard). When Jason first met Jaime, he thought the kid was joking—until Jaime casually demolished an abandoned building in front of him to prove his worth.

It wasn’t until they met that Jaime realized this ridiculously handsome guy was the new boss of the Iceberg Lounge.

**Jaime:** “So, Penguin’s gone, and you’re the new Penguin… but why don’t you dress like a penguin?”

**Jason:** “I’m not the damn Penguin! I’m the Red Hood!”

**Jaime:** “Ohhh—Red Hood!”

**Jason:** “Who?”

**Jaime:** “You’re a Batman fan, and you don’t know who I am?!”

**Jaime:** “Wait, I got it! You’re that Robin who died!”

**Jason:** (clenching his fists, trying not to punch the kid)

After some back-and-forth, they finally agreed on three ground rules (because who wouldn’t want a cheap, gullible super-bodyguard? Though, to be clear, Jaime just wanted the money, and Jason was mostly in it to trick with the kid—he didn’t even plan to pay him).

**Jaime’s Rules:**

1. “I’ll only protect your life. I won’t get involved in any illegal activities, and I won’t kill anyone for you.”

2. “I promise not to call the cops, and you promise not to hurt my family or coerce me in any way. As long as you pay me on time, this is a legit employer-employee relationship.”

3. “Even though I’m technically your sugar boy, you’re not allowed to touch me. At all.”

**Jaime:** “And especially don’t touch my back. Seriously, it’s for your own safety.”

**Jaime:** “I serious,Do. Not. Touch. My. Back.”

Jason rolled his eyes behind his mask.

**Jason’s Rules:**

1. “When you’re with me or at the Iceberg Lounge, you must follow my orders. Do whatever I tell you to do.”

2. “I’ll put a tracker on you to make sure you don’t wander into a police station one night after dinner.”

3. “Since I’m technically your sugar daddy now, from this moment on, you’ll call me ‘daddy.’”

**Jaime:** “What kind of ridiculous rules are these?!”

**Jason:** “Or you can admit that I’m better than Batman.”

**Jaime:** “I quit! Batman is the best!”

At the end of the first month, Jaime only received $1,000.

**Jaime:** “This isn’t what we agreed on!”

**Jason:** “Your job is to be my sugar boy, but look, you haven’t done any sugar boy work at all~”

As they spent more time together, Jaime realized that Jason wasn’t the so-called “sugar daddy” people thought he was—in fact, he had serious “daddy issues”! Moved by Jason’s tragic past, the kind-hearted Jaime decided to become his “second father” to help heal Jason’s emotional wounds. (???)

**[I suggest you kill him]**, the famous emotional expert Khaji Da said.

**[Then take his place. That would solve our financial problems immediately.]**

**Jaime:** “First, I don’t kill people. Second, I have no interest in being a crime boss. Third, I need him alive so I can attract Batman.”

Of course, Jaime also did this to get Jason’s money (*Tremble, capitalists! This is the revenge of the working class!*). Bottom to top!

**[Khaji Da sighed.]** *One day, I’ll give you an offer you can’t refuse.*

**Jaime:** “That sounds very ‘fatherly.’ I’ll try saying it to him tomorrow.” (*takes notes*)

But Jaime’s sympathetic gestures gave Jason the same illusion everyone gets:

**Jason:** “He must have a crush on me.”

So, Jason started taking Jaime along on his business trips, treating them like dates.

The funny thing about this story is that Jaime is straight. He’s heterosexual. So, this is a tragic tale of a “straight guy misfortune” (not really).

**Author’s Note:**

I’m in school and don’t have the time or energy to write this. This is all the inspiration I have for now. If anyone likes it, feel free to take it and write or use it. I give my permission and look forward to seeing what you come up with!

I’m off to treat my writing anxiety. See you next week!

[pinkbeetlescarab]

GUNBUG!! 🔫 🐞

the sweeties… anyways heres variants i cant decide which one i like most…

[phantobats]

Since Lee has infected me with Jaime x Jason brainrot, I have come back with a small fluffy piece of Jaime patching Jason up:

Jaime had barely settled in for the night when the knock on his door sent a ripple of unease through him. It was Jason—he could tell from the rhythm of the knock—but there was something different about it tonight, softer, almost hesitant. When Jaime opened the door, his heart stuttered.

Jason stood there, battered and bruised, his red helmet clutched under one arm, his leather jacket torn in several places, and his hands bloodied. The normally unbreakable Red Hood looked worn, his usual sharpness dulled by exhaustion and pain.

“Hey, Blue,” Jason rasped, forcing a smirk despite the clear strain. “Ran into a bit of trouble.”

“¡Dios mío, Jason!” Jaime’s voice trembled with concern as he closed the distance between them, his arms instinctively wrapping around Jason’s waist to steady him. “What happened? You look—” His voice caught in his throat as he took in the full extent of Jason’s injuries. “You look like you went through hell.”

Jason’s attempt at a grin faltered, replaced by a weary shrug. “Nothing I couldn’t handle, cariño. Just another night in Gotham.”

Jaime’s brow furrowed as he helped Jason inside, the warmth of the apartment quickly replacing the cold Gotham night. “No más excusas, amor. You’re letting me take care of this. Come on.” His voice held a softness that Jason could never resist, even when he was stubborn enough to pretend he didn’t need help.

Guiding Jason towards the bathroom, Jaime kept an arm securely around his waist. The weight of Jason’s injuries seemed heavier than usual tonight, like it wasn’t just his body that was battered, but something deeper. As they reached the bright light of the bathroom, the full extent of Jason’s bruises and cuts became heartbreakingly clear—dark purple swelling beneath his ribs, a fresh gash across his eyebrow, and more scars forming from what must have been a brutal patrol.

Jaime turned on the faucet, letting warm water flow into the tub, its soft hiss filling the room. “Sit down, por favor. You’re a mess, and I’m not letting you get away without a proper bath.” His voice was gentle but resolute, a mixture of worry and tenderness threaded through every word. As Jason sat on the edge of the tub, Jaime kneeled beside him, unfastening the buckles of his torn jacket and peeling it away from his body with care.

Jason winced as the leather slid off his bruised shoulders, but he stayed quiet, watching Jaime with an unreadable expression. “You don’t have to do all this,” he muttered, though the usual bite in his words was softened by something warmer. “I’m not that fragile.”

Jaime’s hands paused, his eyes meeting Jason’s with a softness that made Jason’s breath hitch. “You may not be fragile, but you’re mine. And I worry about you, corazón,” he murmured, brushing a thumb lightly over Jason’s jaw before turning back to the task at hand. “I can’t just stand by when you come to me looking like this.”

The warm water continued to rise, filling the room with the scent of lavender, an oil Jaime had poured in despite knowing Jason would poke fun at it later. As the tub filled, Jaime helped Jason ease out of the rest of his suit, his movements tender and deliberate, careful not to aggravate any of his wounds.

“Lavender?” Jason arched an eyebrow, his lips twitching with the hint of a smirk. “Really, Blue?”

Jaime chuckled softly, his fingers brushing lightly over a particularly dark bruise. “Sí. You need it. It’ll help you relax. Besides,” he added, a playful lilt in his voice, “I like when you smell nice.”

A genuine smile tugged at Jason’s lips, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “You spoil me, you know that?”

Jaime dipped a cloth into the warm water, wringing it out before gently running it over Jason’s bruised skin. “Alguien tiene que hacerlo. You won’t take care of yourself,” he said softly, though the playful reprimand was laced with affection. His touch was featherlight, wiping away the grime and blood of the night with care, as though he could somehow wash away all of Jason’s pain.

Jason closed his eyes, a sigh escaping his lips as he leaned back, letting the warmth of the bath and the comfort of Jaime’s touch soothe him. “I don’t deserve you,” he mumbled under his breath, the vulnerability in his voice cutting through the air like a whisper of something fragile.

“Shh,” Jaime responded, his fingers threading through Jason’s damp hair, massaging his scalp with soft, rhythmic strokes. “Don’t say that. Eres mi vida, Jason. You deserve every bit of care I give you.” His voice dropped to a whisper as he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Jason’s temple. “You’ve been fighting for so long, but you don’t have to fight me, ¿entiendes?”

Jason’s hand found Jaime’s, his thumb brushing over the knuckles as his heart swelled with a quiet ache he didn’t know how to put into words. “I’m trying,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “I just… I’m not used to this.”

Jaime’s smile was soft, almost sad, as he continued tending to the bruises on Jason’s chest, his hands moving with the practiced ease of someone who had done this many times before. “You don’t have to be used to it yet. Just let me take care of you.”

As Jaime worked, Jason felt the weight of the night gradually lift from his chest. The bruises and cuts still stung, but they felt lighter now, as though Jaime’s touch had smoothed over the edges of his pain. His body relaxed under the soothing warmth of the water, the scent of lavender wrapping around him like a cocoon.

“You know,” Jason said quietly after a few moments, his voice softened by the drowsy comfort of the bath, “I always thought I didn’t need this—someone to patch me up, someone who worries.” He opened his eyes, looking at Jaime with a rare vulnerability. “But you… you make it hard not to want it.”

Jaime’s heart fluttered at the words, his chest tightening with a mixture of love and tenderness. He leaned forward, cupping Jason’s cheek in his hand as he pressed a kiss to his lips—gentle, slow, and full of quiet promises. “That’s because you do need it, Jay. And I’m here.”

Jason’s eyes fluttered shut, a sigh escaping his lips as he melted into the kiss, his hand resting on Jaime’s, grounding himself in the warmth of his touch. “Lucky me, huh?” he whispered, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I’ve got the best guy looking out for me.”

“You’re not wrong,” Jaime teased softly, brushing his thumb over Jason’s cheekbone before pulling back slightly. “But next time, try not to make me worry so much, yeah?”

Jason chuckled, the sound low and soft as it reverberated through his chest. “I’ll try, bebé. No promises, but I’ll try.”

Satisfied with that, Jaime helped him out of the tub, wrapping him in a towel before guiding him to bed. As Jason sank into the mattress, Jaime slipped in beside him, curling into his side, his head resting on Jason’s chest. Jason’s arms instinctively wrapped around him, holding him close as his thumb idly stroked Jaime’s back.

“Te quiero, Jaime,” Jason whispered into the quiet, his voice filled with a rare, unguarded warmth.

Jaime smiled against his chest, pressing a soft kiss to Jason’s skin. “Te quiero también, Jay. Now rest, mi amor. You’re safe.”

And as the night settled around them, Jason let himself finally believe it—safe, in Jaime’s arms, where the world and its weight couldn’t touch him.

[cakeleighh]

God bless the people who’ve filled up the blue beetle tag with GunBug, and it is no surprise that I’ve fallen for it too lmao. Anyway, have some doodles!

Yeah, Jaime is that kind of boyfriend. RIP Jason anytime he wants a snack.

This is such a niche ship and I have absolutely no idea how it started -but I am frothing at the mouth thinking of these lil goobers.

(Suggestive doodles under the cut! Beware! uwu)

[are-uwu]

I come to give my final headcanon with gunbug based on the posts of the wonderful people this ship can bring together.

Jaime reyes is the top✨

Jason todd is the bottom.💖

Thanks for coming to my ted talk

[prince-leorio]

I think Jaime should pull Jason off his feet for a kiss then drop his heavy, sorry ass right after

[dontttmindmeeeeee]

gunbug (AKA: Jason x jaime)

GUYS PLS

Ok listen. GUNBUG. I’ve fallen into the rabbi hole. (I was already in it) BUT HEAR ME OUT. Jason is dead, alright? He knew Jaime and they had a crush on each other. Jaime is devastated and is probably going through the stages of grief. He NEVER sees any person in front of Jason’s grave, except an old man that he sometimes talks to. He puts some fresh flower’s and some old ones,(that are dying). he brings some food his nana made him, hoping that Jason can taste is from where ever he is. He makes a big feast when he was gonna leave because, he knew Jason would be sad and lonely. So he made some food and changed all the flowers so he wouldn’t be so sad right?? He leaves, the blue beetle movie happens. He doesn’t come back, now. He DIDN’T forget Jason at all, he was just TOO preoccupied by everything. (SPOILERS!) his dad dying having a fucking alien on his back. Yk, the normal. So he doesn’t go BACK to Gotham. (‼️I don’t really ship the girl and Jaime (totally didn’t forget her name)).

Jason, who came back long ago (while blue beetle was happening he did his red hood thingy) came to his grave excepting NOTHING. SEES SO MUCH?? Who did this?? Then he just remembers a blurry memory of a smiling boy who was super nice to him and wanted to be friends with him.(that he might have a little crush on but died 💀) Jaime? (Epic flashback to everything they did or smt) his graves where dead flowers and rotten food was. He goes to see the cameras and sees that EVERY. FUCKING. DAY. He would go see him and made him food he wouldn’t even eat?? (Because he was dead, get it? Wow, ass joke) and then just sees that one day he leaves and stops coming back. He probably thinks he’s dead or injured.. THEN BOOM, the news show blue beetle?? A new superhero?? (Will do more in the future but for now I am tired 😪)

[bruciemilf]

This is why Damian isn’t allowed on Twitter

[rosefinch07]

Im thinking abt how Jaime is an early riser while Jason is a late riser

Jaime getting out of Jason's arms at five am, missing the warmth but he needs to get ready for work, be it in scrubs or in a suit

Maybe Jason only fell asleep an hour before Jaime rises, his hand around Jaime's wrist and two fingers resting on his pulse to calm himself and reassure himself that Jaime is alive

Jaime starting the coffee machine, the light on the buttons the only light on in the entire apartment, separating the pair of pods filled with coffee grounds. One pod is for Jaime at 5am, the other is for Jason at twelve pm

Jaime, dressed and having put his coffee in a thermos to drink on the way, kisses Jason goodbye, the other's tired eyes only blinking awake and into awareness long enough to press another kiss to Jaime's jaw and huff about needing to shave

When Jaime comes home on his lunch break, Jason is still in his pjs and the coffee machine isn't running yet. The shared bathroom is damp since Jason takes a shower right as he wakes up

They share brunch, and then when Jaime comes home for dinner, they share that too.

Jason suits up while Jaime gets into his pjs, and Jason starts his night how Jaime starts his mornings

A kiss, coffee, and an amused huff about facial hair

[pinkbeetlescarab]

wip for my gunbug pageeee ithink i wanna fix up some stuff that doesnt look right and then colour it but for now this is lookin pretty cool :3

[mccaufe08]

Genderbend of Jaime and Eddie from the teen titans run 😓 I love yuri

[krovass]

It's just a question

How this ship was born? I was very surprised he exist.

It's just interesting

I know nothing about it but Im ready to read all fics

[are-uwu]

I love how after the Blue Beetle movie they came back and new ships came out and I love how Jaime's dynamics are always like that.

[bruciemilf]

If jaime and jason were already dating pre Jason's death, how would jaime react to jason coming back

HOHO. I bring you; Arkham Knight! Ex boyfriend! Jason/superhero/honorary robin in training Jaime. :)

I’m asking on my hands and knees, the first time Jaime and jason meet (they’re fighting ^^^) Jaime having his thighs locked around Jason’s rib cage. Yes, he gets his back slammed into the ground and groans, but if Khaji’s let loose, they’ll never know who’s inside that hunk of metal.

AK Jason panting (so he IS human, then) “you may be tiny, but you’re tough”

“Tiny? I could break your spine!”

“Yeah, doll, and Batman’d break your neck. Face it. I got you right where I want you, pretty boy.”

The first thing Jason smells when rising from Lazarus’ gut is the sizzling of flesh. It’s acrid, stale meat turning back to spoiled remains. It clings to him for months.

Jaime? The little fuck still smells like mango and honey glazed blueberries, and something electric that defies the capacity of word.

And it’s everywhere. It sticks into his shirts, into his family, into his skin, piercing the material of everything. His hand curls grips Jaime’s cheeks, pouting up those pretty lips.

“Still stealing my soap, huh?”

Jason takes his time counting Jaime’s eyelashes, and burns the details into his mind. How they fluttered once, then twice.

Then, those cinnamon whiskey eyes widening in grief stricken disbelief. It’s like watching Jason die twice. The only thing he regrets is letting Jaime go too early.