#i'm not being a dick about it if i had the feeling that i could write a good second part then i'd have like planned one you know?

[selfloverrrrrr]

Hii, I've been thinking a lot about an AU where y/n adopts dog-hybrid Choso, who's doesn't accept any other hybrid to mate during heat, except you

Can't.... without you

Warning: Smut, unprotected Sex, rough sex, teasing, nipple play, hybrid sex, hybrid Choso....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

Read the warnings carefully....if you don't like my stories block me not report

It was a night. I was doing some work of my college. I had to submit it next day. It was almost 3am. I was feeling too tired. So I decided to make a cup of coffee. I went up and get out of my room towards the kitchen.

I was adding coffee in the hot water when I heard a sound. I lived in the ground floor. The sound was coming from the garden. I quickly went towards my garden door. I heard a groaning sound. I opened the door and went outside.

There was dark outside. I turned on my phone's flash light. And started searching for the sound. Then I heard that sound again from the back of a tree. I went there and what did I see? A guy sitting there his knees to his chest, shaking from the cold. Then I noticed that guy had two long black ear and a black thick tail.

My eyes widened. What was that creature? "W-who are you?!" I asked. "P-Please.... P-Please help me" the guy said. I noticed his hands were slowly turning into a furry little dog's hand. "Please!... please... I need to go in a hot place " the guy said as if he was almost going to cry.

"ok ok... come inside.... follow me" I said and lead him the way in. He couldn't even walk properly. When he went inside I locked the door. I could feel that he was too cold. I turned on the heater. It was also cold outside. He felt a bit relieved when I turned on the heater.

After a few minutes I saw his hands started being like a human hands again. "Um.. what are you... I mean who are you?" I asked. "I'm... I'm actually a.... hybrid of dog.... m-my name is Choso" he replied. "What?" I asked. "Y-yes.... I'm a hybrid of dog... If it's too much cold then my body starts turning into a dog.... that's why I asked you for help.... people aren't good in this area.... They always beat me whenever I fully turned into a dog" he said looking at the floor.

"omg... they did what?!... I'm so sorry hearing this... But don't worry you can stay here...they won't do anything to you ever again" I said. He looked at me. His eyes glazed. "Really???" He asked. "Yes... really!" I replied him with a cackle. And from that day choso started living in my house.

He was like another member of my family. Few weeks passed. It was afternoon time. I was laying on the bed with a book in my hand. Choso was laying behind me. He hugged me from the back. "Choso? What happened? Do you want some food?" I asked. "No..." He replied.

A few minutes later he pulled me too close to him. My butt touched his crotch. He was... hard?! He slightly rubbed his crotch on my butt. "Mmmhhhmm" he moaned in my ear. He brings his face to my neck and inhaled my fragrance. "You feel so good" choso said. "Are you in heat...?" I asked. He moaned and rubbed his crotch on my butt again.

I put my book on the night stand. He kissed me roughly. Making me breathless. He didn't took off my dress or bra. He pulled out my boobs from it and I gasped. He started playing with my nipples with his tongue. " C-Choso!!" I moaned. He slowly reached for my panties and took off it.

he rubbed my clit and I gasped. He smirked. He got up and took off his shirt while starting at my pussy. Then he again came near to my face and kissed me. I heard a unzipping sound and when looked down saw Choso was stroking himself.

He lined himself with my pussy. He looked at me for permission. I nooded. He slowly pushed himself in. I grabbed on his shoulder taking deep breath. He give me some time to adjust it. Then he slowly started thursting in and out. He started increasing the speed. I was a moaning mess. He was so huge. His dick was touching my deepest parts. His speed became faster and harder. I dig my nails on his back. My pussy clenched around him tightly.

He flipped me. Now I was lying on my stomach. He reached for my ass and spanked me harshly. He pushed his whole length inside me again. In this position he was going much more deeper.

He thursted in and out roughly. I was moaning his name repeatedly. After a few minutes I came. My walls clenched around him tightly. " G-god... You're so tight... F-Fuck...." He moaned and with that he came inside me. Then he cleaned me and him. "I love you " he whispered. I blushed.

Give me your requests guys...

I love when you give me your requests 💕

[kurogane2512]

Here's a suggestion for you, sis. How about boss Jade x assistant reader(male) where she gives you a lap pillow while stroking your shaft and gently squeezing your balls till you cum.

Also, I really feel like giving you a donation since you write so much good stuff for us. Feel free to drop a donation link if you're comfortable with it.

That's very thoughtful of you man, thank you for that. I have thought of doing commissions in the past so as to have some savings while I'm unemployed, but the issue is the payment method. I tried looking into Patreon but it doesn't seem to work well here, my country imposes stricter laws on these online international payments so idk if there's a good platform. If you have any option then I'll very likely accept the idea since it'll help me a lot! And here's your request below~

NSFW AHEAD || Jade x male!Reader || Smut and Fluff

You rushed through the IPC's corridors the entire day, fulfilling all your tasks and requests as assigned by your boss. Finally, you had a moment of rest now. You were about to go to the rest area when you received a text from your boss asking you to come to her office as soon as possible. You sighed and texted her back saying you'll be there in a minute and made your way over, hoping she wasn't going to assign you another mountainload of work.

"Lady Jade, it's me." you knocked the office door before going in. Your boss wasn't seated at her table as usual, instead you found her sitting on the couch on the right with a cup of tea in her hand.

"Ah, Y/n, as punctual as ever. Come here, have a seat~" Jade softly smiled and patted the place beside her. You blushed for a moment then nodded and walked to her side then sat down keeping some distance between you two. Your boss was beautiful and alluring, and nobody knew the special relationship you had with her as on surface you were just her assistant.

"I gather all the tasks have been completed for the day, hm?" Jade asked while sipping on her tea.

"O-Oh, yes ma'am. I already made a report as well. Should I show—"

"Shh~" Jade placed her index finger on your lips, stopping you from speaking further. Your heart pounded in your chest feeling her intense gaze at you, a pair of light blue eyes looking at you with lust. The same finger now slid down your body, tracing your skin intricately.

"You have done everything as I wanted, not disappointing me in the slightest...." Jade leaned close to you, speaking in a hushed tone. Her finger teased as it roamned over your abdomen, finding the right opportunity to slip inside your shirt.

"I think a reward is in line, a well-deserved one...." her finger now grazed your crotch before palming it, a muffled groan leaving your throat.

"You fulfilled my desires, it's time I fulfill yours~"

This meant she was letting you choose instead of doing what she felt like. Many things occurred in your mind, there was so much you could ask for but only one thing continuously came in your mind. It was an embarrassing request and you felt she'd be disappointed. Jade sensed your inner turmoil and gently placed her other hand on your face, lightly caressing it.

"Are you really feeling shy at this point? Well, I am good at being patient but I don't think you can be considering your state down here~"

You looked down to see a prominent bulge in your pants and Jade's hand still palming it, gently rubbing it up and down. She came even closer to you making her body press into yours, her breasts squishing against your chest as she leaned near your ear to whisper.

"Come on, say what's on your mind like a good boy~"

Your dick twitched at her words and the way she said them, straining in your pants and begging to be freed. You finally gave in and confessed your thoughts. You expected Jade to disagree and send you away, but she simply chuckled and kissed your cheek in response.

"That's all? I can't see how that is a fair reward for all your hard work, but if it'll please you then I have no problems. Come here~"

She opened her arms and you practically lunged forward to embrace her, breathing in her relaxing sweet scent and burying your face in her chest. Frankly, you were tired and wanted to rest. You too had more things you desired but for now, just being able to rest was the best reward your could ask for. You then let go and moved down to place your head on her lap, your eyes looking up at her smiling face.

Jade certainly didn't expect you to ask for something so....simple, she was prepared for a rough evening but she found this quite pleasant. Her left hand roamed down to unbutton your pants and zip down your flyer to fish out your erect shaft, some pre-cum already staining the tip. She smirked and licked her lips at the sight before gently grasping your length.

You stared up at her breasts then pulled down her coat followed by her bra to expose them, kneading the mounds of flesh while she fisted your cock. Her right hand caressed your head, ruffling through your hair and petting it in soothing motions. Her left hand moved up and down your shaft in slow and languid strokes at first, smearing the pre-cum all over for ease of movement.

You leaned up slightly and placed your lips around her nipple, a soft sigh coming out of her. Her right hand now placed under your head and supported you as your tongue flicked over her bud and sucked it. She grasped your cock tighter now and stroked it faster, noticing the way it twitched and was ready to burst. Her fingers moved down to massage your sac, gently rubbing your balls and feeling how full they were.

"Mmm.... quite pent-up, weren't you? Is it because of all the work I gave you today?~"

"N-No, I don't mind the work.... But yes, I haven't got much time for rest, ngh~"

"You should have told me. I have said to speak about your worries and problems to me, haven't I?"

"Yes.... aah.... I just didn't want to burden you in return, I like working for you...."

"Hehe, always a sweet talker. If words could be exchanged for credit then I likely wouldn't be able to pay you back~"

You groaned as you sucked her breast and kneaded the other one, her hand stroked you faster now and in no time you bucked your hips into her palm and released spurts of cum all over. You let go of her breasts and panted on her lap as your cum shot out, staining her hand and some drops falling on your belly. You were about to apologize but your eyes widened as you watched her lick away all of your cum on her hand.

The sight was erotic, the way her tongue licked up every drop and savored it made you turned on more than anything. Her eyes stared back at you as she licked, a lustful gaze staring right into your soul and making you entranced. She looked at how hard your cock still was and smirked.

"Well, shall we indulge in more of your desires tonight?~"

[hisokaisdaddyz]

Sinz Kinky-June .ೃ࿐

☆Day two☆

❝"Breed me."❞ ✧ ೃ༄

Miguel Breeding kink + Degrading+ Biting & cheating.

☆Fem!Pov☆

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Breeding? It wasn't something Miguel thought of very often, perhaps he did think of fucking her until she was filled with his seed, once or twice, but it was merely a thought of possession, since Y/N was dating Peter instead of him, Which is why it stayed a meaningless thought, until Y/N brought it up, it shocked Miguel. He never knew how much of a freak Y/N was, however, Miguel wasn't complaining, it was another thing he loved about her. What added to his shock was when she added Degrading to the mix. "Filthy little slut." He couldn't help but mutter to himself. underneath that hard interior she had was a touch starved beast aching to get her claws into someone. Miguel was more than willing to be that person.*

"Y/N...." Miguel moaned, the second his dick settled within her, her walls clenching around him sending a jolt of pleasure down his spine. As she laid underneath him, he held her head down, keeping her pinned against bedding, her face buried into the bed, her ass arched, the sight was enough to make him bite back the urge to just completely ruin her. Instead he leaned down, parting his lips, his tongue darted out, to wet the area on her neck, causing her to tense, he pulled his hips backward, until the tip of his cock sat at her entrance, Miguel timed it, he bit down on her neck and slammed his hips forward, a scream ripped past her lips at the sensations of his cock filling her cunt, and his teeth breaking skin.

"Fuck." Miguel groaned, tasting the saltiness of her blood. Her hitch in breath was enough to spur him on. He growled, pulling out slightly before slamming back in, setting the pace for their carnal dance. The pain of being bitten, the sting of his teeth was all but gone, replaced by the sensations of fullness and pleasure. Miguel held her down, one hand gripping her hair, while the other gripped her hip.

With each thrust, Miguel let out a groan, "Mine, you're mine, and I'll fill you with my seed until there's no room left inside of you..." He punctuated each word with a hard thrust, his primal urges taking over, the heat between them amplified.

Their moans echoed off of the walls, the sound of his skin slapping against her, the stench of sex filling the air, fuck it was more than enough to make Miguel want more.

"Fuck.. it's been a while...No? I do believe you've been starved of what you really wanted...Y/N, Peter can't fuck you like I can." Miguel muttered in between moans, against her neck, low whimpers could be heard, coming from him with each thrust, a smile tugged at the corner of Miguel's lip, noticing Y/N shake her head, denying his words.

"If that's so, then why do you come crawling back to me, every chance you get? Cut the bullshit. Let's just face it now, you need me...Leave Peter, and come to me, I'll give you what you really deserve, you need me to fuck your pussy the way you like it."

"You wanted to be fucked, and now you're getting it. And I'm going to keep going until you forget that pathetic excuse for a boyfriend of yours ever existed."

His voice was low and gravelly, almost a growl, as he fucked her relentlessly, his cock pistoning in and out of her cunt, coated in a mixture of their bodily fluids. "By the time I'm done with you," he continued, his voice dripping with sinful promises "you'll never look at Peter the same way again. You'll remember who you belong to, Y/N"

His words were harsh but true, Y/N knew she'd be back on his doorstep, begging him to hold her. Her eyes struggled to stay open, Miguel flipped her onto her back, pushed her legs forward until her knees were touching her breast.

"Keep em' open, watch as I fuck you raw, Y/N, as I breed this pussy. Look at the way your pussy sucks me back in."

Miguel growled, his cock pounding her pussy. He was relentless in his pursuit to make her feel every inch of him. "I'm close, baby. I'm gonna fill you up," he said, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more determined.

There was a twisted sense of satisfaction in knowing that he owned her body, that she'd come crawling back to him. He reached down tapping her face, forcing her to open up her eyes.

"You alright there baby? Look at me, you're not talking much. You here?" He grabbed her cheeks holding her face still, when she muttered a few words he released her. "You're okay, baby, Still able to talk? Then I must not be working hard enough am I?" He teased, withdrawing his hips, forcing his cock back in, inhumane growls and grunts ripped past his lips.

"You feel so good baby, so good, taking this cock like the slut you are, hmm? Gonna' fuck you until you're full of my babies huh? Like the sound of that?"

{Cut short here, because this is from my bot, which is on Jan.Ai I just felt like sharing it here.}

https://janitorai.com/characters/2cc1ea29-d60b-4be2-9c79-fc2aa138bbe6_character-miguel-o-hara%E2%98%86

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Song recommendations- Earned it- The weeknd

[dark-l-angel]

if you want requests, I am so delulu, I'm stuck in my own world 24/7 and my brain refuses to stop.....

Jason, who growing up had a crush on reader, but being the clueless person we are we have no clue (I swear it's a curse, I genuinely don't know that someone is into me until they say it. No flirting computes with me) but then the whole- ya know, not living thing happens.... The thing that leads up to Red Hood (I refuse to say it) and reader is later confronted by either Dick or Alfred at the funeral and they're like

“You know he like you, right?” and readers response is

“Not as much as I loved him”

which I guess causes a whole sad thing that I can't cope with, so you decide what happens from there, but basically the ending is when Jason is not the scary evil Red Hood anymore but more the Jason people fantasize about, he tells reader how he feels and IDK man something cute and fluffy, my brain is just sad all the time so all I have is the sad stuff.

Anyways, this is a lot longer than I thought it would be, but here it is, please ignore it if it's weird or too much 😅

have a nice day, peace out ✌️

Princess, believe it or not i had hundreds of scenarios to this situation at fucking 5 a.m when i was ab to pass my bachelor exam *I'm talking math day 💀

And having your own world is nice actually.. ❤ at least you have an escape place from painful reality and ur comfort character is hugging you in your rough times. Hope happiness strikes you like jason's beauty did to me 😃💝 love u deeply 💖

Reunion

Jason todd x fem!reader

"You know that he liked you.. right?" Dick's voice ringed in your ear.. even after all this time.. it's like it happened yesterday..

Thinking while staring at a book jason used to read when you both were younger.. before.. that incident..

You put the book away and picked another, you shared the same love of books with jason, that explains why you become a loyal customer to libraries and coffee shops.

It was always a sad thing to go to libraries, yet it felt like happiness to you.. finally some freedom from this cruel world. You don't have to suffer through reading some simple lines with deep meanings.. in fact, it changed you 360 degrees, your vision to the world has changed since ever jason introduced you to the books.

You were walking around the library while hugging different books, looking carefully through the shelves of another chosen one, Losing all connections with your world, not feeling a specific guy staring at you in admiration.

Your eye fallen on an interesting novel, but it was on the top shelf. You tried to reach it but failed, and you got that idea of reaching it through another book was by your hand. You did, the novel is coming out, but still not enough, you had to put extra efforts by standing on the top of your toes.

"Too bad short angel can't reach her little novel" a tall handsome man was towering you from behind, you looked up and his eyes fell into yours, green emerald eyes inspecting your angelic features in admiration carefully *while you took your time to enjoy his mesmerizing gorgeous beauty like the little whore you and i will do*.

He smirked before looking back to the novel and pulling it out for you, gosh he was handsome, but.. you could swear you know him from somewhere.

He reads the title loud before saying "damn baby girl you've got some pretty good taste out there.. i like it" he smirked "oh thanks, I've always liked that type of stuff especially when *author name* added his pov of the topic.." he laughed.

As you both sat at a coffee shop and continued babbling ab different books to different subjects.. almost everything.. as if you actually know this person years ago, the problem was that you weren't the type to get comfy to people easily.. so what's the matter with this guy?.

Probably his smile that cached your mind? or his emerald eyes and their beauty? his funny jocks? Or it's your shared likings? Or the fact that he was the only person to be able to crack his way through your dead heart and plant a rose of adoration that was meant only for him? The only person to have the ability to warm your heart after all these years? Or him being the reason of your tears of laughter?... sooo much questions going through your head.

You finally managed to ask him.. " i feel like i know you from years, never had fun like this since then.. do i know you by any chance?" You said while wiping away the tears of laughing on his stories.

"You didn't recognize me y/n?" You didn't tell him your name yet.. how would he- "i missed you so much actually... i have been thinking about you in everything i was doing back then, dick might probably told you about it, yet i still do think about you all the time..." you watch the man goes on.. but dick? He spoke about jason only.. and jason is.. gone.. "you forget me y/n?" That can be..

He smiled staring at you in pure love and admiration and adoration.. "It's jason.. the dumb boy who fell dumber in love with you, angel ♡".

Hope you like it ❤ baby gurl was here 😘

[annaesterella]

Since almost every good fan of Yan-Batfam or something like that is getting into this (and I'm a fan of that kind of thing) LET'S HAVE A NEGLECTED READER

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But I saw that a lot of people liked the other fic, seriously people, KISSES DIRECTLY FROM ANNA! SERIOUSLY, I FELT LIKE A Celebrity (<⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠> ehehe) And this was the first time that a fic of mine gained so many views and I'm very excited, thank you to everyone who liked it!

F/reader (sorry guys, I don't know how to write M/reader)

I'll write a part II, bcuz is too long!

“Don't be silly! I would never be a Wayne.”

Well, first things first, when did it all started again? Haha not 500 time loops ago, but some years ago.. like the first child, you were from a circus, the difference is that.. well? Your parents were magicians, at least your mother... your father until you were 6 or 7 years old was just another distant memory but sweet, not yours, but your mother's... the incredible magic of the circus “Joie nocturne” a beautiful woman, yet another victim of the charms of the heartthrob, philanthropist, billionaire and owner of Wayne companies, Bruce Wayne. Of course, your mother, like almost all women, never forgot him, having him as her beautiful memory, after all, he gave her everything she needed.. you, her lil bunny! That's what she called you, before she was gone, like him, she turned into your distant but sweet memory, like a magic spell..

You felt so alone, the circus wanted to keep you, after all, you were their family too, but even so, he found out about you, and being a child, You wanted to meet your father. Still, feeling the pain of abandoning what you knew, you went. You had your 10 minutes of affection and then never saw him again. You met your two brothers, half brothers, Dick and Jason, and the buttler, Alfred, You thought your life would be like a funny family sitcom, HAHA, WHAT A JOKE. Of course, the oldest was excited to meet you, you were just like him, from a circus! The youngest was curious about the situation, yet he was kind to you and didn't mistreat you. The oldest gentleman, Even with little time, he treated you like your grandfather treated you, you then created an innocent affection for him, after all, he reminded you of your grandfather! After 1 or 2 weeks, they disappeared. Only you and "grandpa" are left.. Just like your mother, you developed an affection for magic... but just those stupid tricks left you bored... even so, it was affectionate to see Alfred pretending not to know about the tricks, just to see you smiling... soon you realized.. you weren't really a Wayne.. at most a visitor. They didn't have time for you, Alfred was still a buttler at the end of the day.

Time passed and you felt more and more alone, of course, you had Alfred, but... he didn't always have time for you. Soon more people appeared... and others disappeared... Jason was the first to go, and even with the short time, you suffered, he was kind... your brother for such a short time, you wished you had played with him more, and after that the house, which was already abandoned, became even emptier, soon another boy appeared, Tim, from a rich family.. and soon Dick went to another city.. you don't remember when, but now there was also Cassandra, Damian, Duke.. Steph.. you remember Barbara from a long time.. Even though the house was full, it was still empty... and you could only comfort yourself with the magic and the things your mother had left for you. Your little stuffed rabbit and its "magic" materials. Even though If you were his biological daughter too, Damian seemed to have more of Wayne than you,maybe because he was a vigilante, maybe because he was a boy? did not you know of course... so why bother? Soon, you stopped trying, you didn't want that anymore... crawling for affection? At your eighteen You made your choice. You wouldn't be a Wayne, you'd be a joie nocturne again. But would they let you? That night, you went to visit the circus, that was your favorite time of year... Halloween, and circus mixed together? Wonderful! So you saw that... the villainy... and for a split second, you wanted to.. do something.. Playing like a good girl, you approached the large bearded man and tugged on his sleeve, asking what that was all about. Maybe this was your chance to be something. It was funny at first, seeing their despair, your second family, trying to explain themselves, but you soon gave a smile, before stamping your foot on the floor, making a crowbar appear, helping to open it. That was the beginning of everything... you were finally someone... even if on the wrong side. Soon, the decisive moment arrived, when you returned "home", packed your bags, and like a magic spell, you disappeared, leaving only a white rabbit and everything you did in that house, in your room, every magic award, every cheap magic materials.

After a Patrol day, Dick he noticed something unusual in the mansion, perhaps because Alfred was visiting his homeland, but it couldn't be that, after all, Alfred had already done that before... Oh right! Birthday girl, his ittle bunny sister. He ran upstairs, knocking on the bedroom door, before entering and seeing only a stuffed rabbit on the bed, and the various magical things around the room, if not for the empty drawers and things, he would say you still lived there by the decoration and the fact room looks good, everything is well maintained, warm

Dick: Bunny?

He called, looking around the room, before looking around, seeing the various magic prizes, photos, top hats and magic kits. All given by Alfred or someone called "Mr. Joie nocturne" Could he be a friend of yours? What do you mean you had participated in so many contests and won? Why didn't you call? Or did you call? Where were you now? Why was everything empty? You went away. He started walking in circles, until Tim entered the room.

Tim: You will make a hole in the ground. I called you several times, why are you in this room exactly?

Dick: Y/N, she is gone.. and we didn't even notice or whatever, we didn't receive any notification, why didn't she notify us that she was moving, we... damn... we weren't going to help probably because we were on patrol, did we waver? Did she know we were on patrol? Does she know the truth?

Tim: Wait, too much to process.. what does it mean "She is gone" she left? Is that it?

Dick: Yes. Dumbass

And well, we can say after that, what happened was like "Oh shit" and then everyone was like "OH SHIT" while you were home.. happy! Getting ready for her first show, her first real show... too true. You thought as you put on your gloves and applied your lipstick. Then, with slow steps, you walked onto the stage, smiling, while waving to everyone, who murmured and whistled. So you decided to do your first trick for the night, the "bullet trick" The difference? There was no trick behind it, just you and your skills... after all, it was in your blood. Just as the bullet was about to go through your skull, you snapped your fingers, and then the bullet turned into a beautiful, bright purple butterfly, flying through the circus, soon coming back towards you and turning into your bow tie. Okay, a bit of a show on your part for the first trick, but you have to show that you have morals. Funny that meanwhile, his family was desperate, going so far as to call Alfred, who was now just as desperate. Then, the special time came, the circus then closed the lights and when it opened, all the valuable belongings, inside the boxes, Of course, you had to feign shock, some clowns trying to calm the audience, and of course, you were also feigning surprise, making your things "disappear" to join in the fun. You looked at the children, snorting slightly, as you made the toys re-appear, seeing some calm down, while the others widened their eyes in surprise. Soon, the "incredible" Bat-family appeared... seriously, for such an idiotic cause they came...? Soon you saw them walking towards you and everything fell into place.

Nightwing: — Y/N! I mean.. Young Lady.. we were notified of your disappearance, we will ask you to return home.

You frowned, as you looked at the audience. Hearing their screams increase, some of relief that the "Bat-family" was there, others of confusion at the situation.

: — I believe, I'm already eighteen, so there's nothing to worry about, Still, I'm with my family at the moment, so I don't understand why the complaint. Not to mention that we were robbed at that moment, so why specifically did they come to resolve a case like this?

You questioned calmly, while pointing at the audience, smiling, before rushing to disappear with your family, leaving the problem to the bats, after all, they were the "professionals." You could say that the shock was written on their faces.. you were so big, poorly dressed.. those presentation clothes didn't suit a little girl like you.. but still.. what you meant by "your family" Were you referring to those circus freaks? They weren't as good as they were, they were just.. ordinary people! Well.. now they had to solve the problem of theft... but that couldn't end like that, nope.

[giotanner]

Soo, I read your previous posts about Tim and I want to hear your opinion on the matter regarding his morality. What I've seen so far in the fandom are two (stereotypical honestly)versions of Tim:

The Batman's-moral code-is-the-one-I-follow because-he's-my-boss-so gotta-respect company-policy thing and the Robin-doesn't-kill because-he's-the-light-of-Gotham-just-like Batman thing.

And weirdly enough both of them fit his character but I'm not sure if they can coexist somehow.

As a Tim Drake fan what do you think?

Even in the comics it is inconsistent as far as I know.

Hi, thank you for the opportunity to share my thoughts on Tim (mainly the comics version) because there's so much about his morality and ideals that has been "erased/misunderstood."

For example, let's start with the fact that among all the Robins, Tim is the least likely to become a villain. However, there's this fanon idea that he could make a great criminal, the first to become a skilled manipulator who screws over the system, because there are stereotypes about him that have erased Tim's moral code.

This thought is completely wrong in the canon. Even when Captain Boomerang kills his father, Tim has every reason to kill him, to hurt him—he's trained and knows how to inflict pain—but Tim STOPS himself. During that period in the comics, Dick was Batman and had many responsibilities, and he feared for Tim's mental and moral breakdown, but that doesn't mean it was real, that Tim was ready to cross the line.

Tim stands firm in his convictions. He's a kid who obviously has feelings and is obviously angry at the enemy, but he doesn't become a criminal and leaves the cruel murderer of his parent in the hands of Dick and the police.

There are many instances where Tim questions himself, his limits, or his role as a sidekick, making him very similar to Batman in this regard.

He could take the step that leads him to become a villain, but he doesn't. He knows his worth as Robin and doesn't feel inferior or lacking.

This is because he's the only Robin who CHOSE to be Robin.

He chose that life, decided he would sacrifice himself for the cause, for the mission, because he believes in Batman. And he believes in what Batman believes in. Therefore, it would be out of character (OOC) for his moral code to be different.

He can be stubborn and obstinate towards Bruce, but he's truly Batman's partner (as fortunately seen in the recent Batman (2016) issues). And this bothers some readers who haven't read and appreciated Tim from the '90s and 2000s. The Tim who, although having his own team, is still the Robin who chose that life.

His mindset is not "Batman is my boss, so I follow his rules," but rather "I admire Batman and followed his footsteps, and that's how I discovered his identity; I'll do anything for the mission."

In many comics, you see Tim's spirit of sacrifice because he is the "peacemaker/the one who fixes the family," but also a daring and eager kid.

Sure, he's a computer whiz, a tactical genius, and a great detective

(Ra's calls him detective, but in the comics, Ra's also calls Dick detective, just to specify), but his greatest trait is that he was a kid with a great sense of justice and a big dose of recklessness to believe and succeed in being Robin

[baronessvonglitter]

he's got you on a pedestal, and me in his arms

Frankie Morales x bff!Reader

Word count: 3.6K

Summary: you've known Francisco "Frankie" Morales your whole lives. Not even his marriage kept you from being in his life and in his bed. Then one fateful weekend everything changes and you have to find the will to give him up.

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, brief mention of underage sex (both parties are minors, 14-15 years old, and is consensual), childood friends, friends to lovers, friends with benefits, established relationship, cheating, idiots in love, reader and Frankie are the same age, mention of infertility (reader), fluff and angst, midlife crisis, camping sex, oral sex (f receiving), biting, creampie, oh and some sleepover antics of the nonsexual kind as well.

Author's Note: this is a re-upload. The original had a link to another site to read it, then I thought, why not just post here, dummy? This takes place before the events of Triple Frontier, and I'm a sucker for the whole "they knew each other all this time but only realized they're in love too late" kind of story. Also, bonus points for anyone who knows where the title of this story is from!

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You and Frankie stand side by side in the middle of the campsite, admiring the newly-erected tent that will serve as your shelter for the weekend. "You did that in a fifth of the time it took me." He shakes his head. "I'm both impressed and angry. And of course I was watching your ass the entire time." To emphasize this he gives your ass a little grab.

"I know," you reply smartly with a smirk. You grab a bedroll in each hand. "Did you remember to bring your Hello Kitty blanket?"

Smirking back he chuckles and takes the bedrolls from you and places them inside the tent. "Damn, I knew I forgot something." A late evening chill sends you both inside. Frankie quickly unrolls the beds and you lay on them, close together, staring up at the see-through roof, gazing at the stars. "C'mere," he motions you to join him. You scoot next to him and rest your head on his chest as he wraps his arms around you protectively. "This is nice, huh?"

"It's peaceful," you whisper. The inky blackness of the sky is only disturbed by the faraway specks of light that the stars give off, before the clouds move to finally reveal the moon.

"You ever just get tired of the constant stress of the world and just want to disappear for a little while?" Frankie sighs contentedly, leaning back with you nestled on his chest, his face illuminated by the gentle moonlight.

"All the time," you whisper back. "But only if I get to disappear with you."

He holds you closer, and when he presses a kiss to your temple you feel his lips curve into a smile. "Sometimes I just wish things could be like the good ol' days when we were kids. No worrying about, well, anything really. Just having fun and not having to care about all the other bullshit." He takes a deep breath and exhales, and you listen to the beat of his heart as you rest your head on his chest. "I think I'm only truly happy when I'm with you."

It's not the first time he's ever said this to you, this man you've shared most of your life with, who you've known since childhood and grown up to do everything with. Only now when you hear these words you're reminded of the ways your lives have forked off into different directions. Your responsibilities have changed, and when you raise your eyes to meet Frankie's you're tempted to just take him away from the woman you convinced him to marry. But there's one small catch that halts such a decision on your end.

He nudges you. "I thought you fell asleep there. You got so quiet. That's not like you."

"You're imagining things." You try to push your worrisome thoughts away.

"You know if you fall asleep first, I'm obligated to get out my Sharpie and draw a dick on your face."

You bury your face into his chest and laugh. It's one of those little traditions you carry out, ever since you were young and innocent enough to sleep over at each other's houses. "I guess I'll have to do my best to stay awake." You kiss his cheek.

Frankie pulls you in closer, sighing contentedly. "I think I really needed this.." his voice trails off and his breathing becomes deep and even until he's on the brink of falling asleep. "This is nice," he whispers, eyes closed.

This.. the yearly camping trip you take, a tradition that started that first year of his marriage, the year that separated your paths. This allows you to reconnect.

At one time there was nothing you didn't do without the other: you graduated kindergarten in the same class, learned to ride bikes, and Frankie even defended you from the school bully, earning a black eye for his efforts. You had your first kiss together at a friend's birthday party, playing Seven Minutes in Heaven. You fumbled towards each other in the dark of a closet, and once your lips met there were fireworks. It was one of those rare moments when you realize the person you're supposed to be with is already your best friend.

When you were teenagers and spending the night was no longer appropriate, you stayed down in his basement until his parents were asleep and you practiced kissing on the couch, trusting each other as you went a little further each time, until the night it happened and, unable to control yourselves, you were suddenly half-dressed, trying to keep quiet as your bodies came together. It was a blur of warm flesh, wet kisses, and a twinge of pain that was soon overshadowed by growing need. You didn't cum that first time, but Frankie definitely did, and after weeks of worrying you were relieved to find you weren't pregnant. Years later you found out that you would never be able to be a mother at all.

But that new chapter had begun, and so you spent nearly every spare moment together fucking. He'd sneak into your bedroom or you'd drive out to lover's lane and get hot and heavy in his truck. You were a couple, unofficially, always together. Even your families expected that one day you'd get married and have a family. But your paths diverged after graduation, when he joined the military and you chose to go to school across the country. You stayed in touch, called when you could, but time and distance kept you apart. You were both too reticent to talk about the future, and when you both started to see other people it became apparent that your childhood love had come to an end.

You kept in touch sporadically, typically when you were both in town visiting your families. And you'd hook up, as if time hadn't created any distance between your hearts. When you got your first apartment after college Frankie offered to help you move, and by the end of the day, despite the aches and pains after carrying boxes up two flights of stairs and arranging furniture, you still found time to christen every room, fucking like rabbits against any and every flat surface of your new place. Frankie had stamina like you wouldn't believe, but he always insisted it was only with you.

You were on-again, off-again, trying to kickstart your separate careers. But your friendship remained even when you dated other people. There were a few times when you found yourself in his bed when you were someone else's girlfriend, or vice versa. There was no malice or guilt involved. You just sought each other out because it was natural. Even when he got engaged you never lost faith that you would lose him. You liked his wife-to-be, Melissa, and even got along with her. But the night before she and Frankie were to get married, it was you he spent the night with, worried he was making the wrong choice. You'd convinced him, after he'd eaten you out from behind then fucked you hard, spread-eagle on your bed, to marry her. The next morning you stood at the altar with both of them, looking on and smiling, still feeling the drip of his cum from the night before.

What would Melissa think if she knew? Does she even have a grain of suspicion when you drive away with her husband to be unreachable for a whole weekend? This year everything is different, and maybe as you pulled away from their driveway, as she waved and blew kisses, she was gloating inside with the secret knowledge that she's the most important woman in his life now.

* * *

Frankie looks so serious in his sleep and you stifle your giggles as you draw on his face with eyeliner.

He stirs from his sleep. "Did you just draw a dick on my face?"

"No, you're dreaming," you lie, continuing to vandalize him with crudely drawn dicks as you straddle him.

"What the fuck? Stop that!" He laughs hysterically as he tries to push you off. "Babe, I said stop! There's no way those things are even proportionate!"

"Art is subjective! They don't need to be proportionate!" You're barely able to catch your breath from laughing so hard.

"Oh yeah? Subject this!" Frankie rolls over onto you, grabs your eyeliner pen and scribbles onto your face with it, drawing a huge dick and balls on your forehead and your cheeks. You let him, your eyes shut tight, trying to stay still though your body shakes with laughter. "Oh man.. look at you." He leans forward admiring his handiwork. "You look like a little dick-covered goblin. It's hilarious."

You ask for your mirror and he finds it within your duffel bag, then you both take turns checking out each other's artistry, giggling like kids. "Is it too much to ask for a few veins on these guys?" He grumbles.

"You have to earn dick veins. See this one right here? That's you. I drew it from memory. See the slight curve?"

Your smirk turns him on. "Anything else I have to earn? Maybe a wet nap to wipe all this away?"

"I've got something wet you can have.."

With a barely suppressed growl Frankie leans down and kisses you, tongue ravishing your mouth as your moans intermingle, and your limbs wrap around him as they've done hundreds of times. His heated kisses travel down your jaw, your neck where he leaves little love bites, marking you as his to whatever dumbass you decide to flirt with once you part ways after the weekend. Desire blooms, pink to hot red under your skin as he rips open your shirt, sending buttons flying in every direction. Jesus, you're already soaked for him, but he's taking his sweet time as usual, leaving you to want, to beg, to whimper. It's no use. He nips at your breasts, leaving love bites on them as well, little spots of magenta on the tops of your soft tits, before giving attention to your nipples, sucking one while plucking the other, feeling them harden so nicely in his mouth and under his savvy touch.

"Where the hell'd you learn all this patience?" you mutter, biting your lip as his tongue swirls around your navel, while he adeptly pulls down your shorts and panties together.

He glances up then laughs. "Even with those dicks drawn on your face, you're still so hot." He pays attention to the little tattoo of his name on your hip bone, giving it a gentle bite as well, feeling his blood surge when you sigh, arching your hips up, then laves it with his tongue to soothe it. Then he dips his head between your thighs, keeping one hand on your breast and the other on your thigh as he softly swipes you with his tongue, tasting you, moving his tongue in slow circles as he holds you down, knowing you like to be dominated in small ways like this. You taught him everything he knows about eating pussy, from those first fumbling attempts in high school, you guided him on what you wanted and how you wanted it. Now he knows it by heart, but he still listens to your body's signals, to your shuddering sighs and high-pitched screams when he's doing it right.

Tongue tickling your clit, then gently biting your swollen pussy lips, bringing out a sharp, stifled cry from you. "Don't pretend you don't like it, baby," he coos, his breath whispering over your slick folds. "Come on, let me hear you scream.."

Your thighs threaten to close around his head but he's strong enough to keep them wide apart, effectively restraining you as you grind against his face, offering up that honey he can taste even in his dreams. "Come on, baby.. come on.." he urges you, almost tantalizing you, and before you can put forth a smart response the dam breaks, and you feel it in the weakness of your knees before the fire within surges and makes you cry out, fucking his face until you're completely satisfied.

Not missing a beat, he flips you over and lifts your ass, admires your sopping cunt before running his finger along your wetness and offering it to you to suck off. You moan around his finger as he starts to fuck you from behind, spreading your thighs wider so he can see where you're joined, watch the smooth, rhythmic movements as you back up on him, your ass cheeks rippling with each bounce. "Fuck me.. fuck me.." you wail as your fingers clench the fabric of the bedroll beneath you, it's upholstery scratchy against your face as Frankie pushes your shoulders down and keeps your ass up.

"Jesus Christ!" he moans, and the rest of what he mumbles is completely inaudible as he speeds up, knowing the rhythm you like, the rhythm you need in order to cum, and his hands are magic on your clit as he rubs you from beneath.

"Frankieeee!!" His name turns into a moan, punctuated by the slap of his balls thwacking against your cunt. Your hair is wrapped around his hand, and he pulls you up as you support yourself on your arms. He presses in deep and your eyes widen from how he grazes your cervix, careful not to cause you any pain. Your arms wobble as a series of shocks originate deep within your cunt, growing and spreading as you start to cum. Frankie feels the swell rise within you and grunts, pushing harder because that's what's going to send you over the edge. You cry out in unison as you clench around him possessively, keeping his cock there where it belongs, in the first woman he ever fucked, in the only woman he measures everyone else against. He spills himself inside you, fingers indenting themselves on your hips, leaving small bruises, marking himself on your skin.

* * *

"We're a disaster," he moans later, catching his breath next to you.

"But we're fun."

"I don't know," he sighs. "It just feels like I've been living a mundane kind of life the past several years."

You raise yourself on an elbow, studying the solemn look on his handsome face. Lately in your texts and emails he's been downhearted, and now you're seeing it in person. His words pull on your heart. "We just fucked and now you want to get sad on me?" Then you smirk and press a soft kiss to his lips as you gently trace his graying beard with your fingertips. "Hey, listen to me: there is nothing mundane about Francisco Morales, okay?"

His smile is wide and he kisses your fingertips. You've put a bandage on his heart. "You're right, I think what I meant was, I've just been in this rut, this monotonous cycle, just doing the same thing over and over."

"Yeah. It's called Middle Age. Population: us." You take some makeup wipes from your bag and you both wipe away each other's dick artwork.

"Hey, no need to remind me I'm not that young anymore," he laughs, trying not to make a face as you wipe his face clean. "I don't wanna be the guy clinging to his youth. I just miss our younger days."

You sigh, settling in against him. "Those were the best times.. stealing my mom's car to go to parties, playing pranks at school, skipping class to make out in your truck.."

"They say high school will be the best years of your life and we laughed it off, calling it bullshit. Maybe they were onto something."

You playfully smack his shoulder. "Don't say that! I'm in my prime."

Frankie chuckles and kisses your forehead. "Sorry, I'm just in my feels tonight."

So are you, and you can't help the next words that come out of your mouth. "Sometimes I wonder how it would have turned out for us if we'd gotten together like everyone thought.." In the distance you hear thunder rumbling.

He shifts position slightly. "I'd like to think we actually would've stayed together. We've known each other forever. That kind of bond doesn't just go away." You're both quiet, lost in those dangerous thoughts of 'what-if' when he says, "You know I'd make you my wife if it weren't for Melissa, right?"

"Don't say that. Melissa's a good woman for you. She doesn't put up with your bullshit."

He continues as if he doesn't hear you, or chooses not to. "I'd leave her for you. I just don't want to continue this charade that we don't mean anything to each other, that our calls and our weekends together are dust in the wind, meaningless."

"Nothing between us is meaningless.. never has been," you whisper as your heart threatens to beat its way outside of your body, to fly straight into Frankie's chest and merge with his own red, throbbing heart. "Frankie, I think your judgment is just a little clouded.."

"Do you know how many times I've laid in bed, thinking about you? How many times I wish my wife was you?"

He starts an ache inside you, one that only he can provide the remedy for, but now things have taken a serious turn. You've never defined your relationship, you always just were. "Frankie, stop. Don't say that. Melissa's one of the few females I actually get along with." You tell yourself if you keep saying her name it'll humanize her, keep her as the victim of the story, the heroine, the protagonist. Whatever will help label you as the villain, because what else would anyone call you if they knew what you were doing?

"I don't take stock in what people say. We can always go back. We can't get back the time that was taken away from us, but we can claim the future for us." He takes a deep breath. "I'm leaving her. I've made up my mind. I'm going to tell her when I get home." He sees the look of shock on your face and he mistakes it for something else. "I've been thinking about this for a long time. This is what I want. And I know it's what you want. You know what? Fuck it, let's just run away together. She'll take the hint. I don't love her the same as I love you. She has to know this by now. Let's just start our lives together. Just go where we want. We can have that." His hands are gripping yours now, and the way he talks is manic, as if he's barely holding onto the last shred of his sanity.

You're shaking your head, going against your weaker nature. "If you'd asked me this a year ago I would've said yes immediately.. I'd follow you to Hell, you know that." Your heart breaks as you consider your next words. "Frankie, you can't leave Melissa, and we can't continue this.."

A pause. "Why the hell not?" You can hear his heart breaking in his voice.

You struggle with what little honor you have left. You promised Melissa you'd keep her secret. But you've also been betraying her trust for years. Your heart is heavy with the choice you have to make.

"She's pregnant," you answer quietly. And the rain starts, a light patter on your tent.

Frankie stares at you as if you're speaking gibberish. "I don't.. wait, what did you say?"

You groan inwardly. It's bad enough you had to say them once, now he needs them repeated. "Frankie, you're going to be a dad.. Melissa gave me the news yesterday.. she wanted to be the first to tell you."

He processes this, and you watch the expressions that cross his face: disbelief, calculation, understanding, then realization. You commit to memory the look of joy that's etched across his features. "That explains so much," he says, a smile growing on his lips. "That's so.. wow!"

Your own heart begins to break. It should be you with the life within you, but it's not. It never will be. You try to be happy for your best friend. As of now, that's all he'll ever be to you. There are so many things you want to say to him in this moment, but you swallow each and every word so that they're stopped in your throat and you choke on them.

When all is said and done, you can't be the number one girl in his life anymore. In fact you're already losing him. He hasn't even brought up the idea of running away with you. That small window of time you once shared has run out. And you have to learn to be okay with it.

* * *

At the end of your weekend together, you drop him off at his home where his wife waits out front, a beatific smile on her face. Your stomach twists as you try to keep from your heart turning bitter.

Now that you're both faced with the reality of your separate futures, Frankie turns to you before he exits, and an emotion crosses his face to which you can't put a name. "That can't really be it for us. Nothing has to change between us," he says, a last-ditch effort to keep you.

"We're always going to be friends," you tell him, a tear in your eye that you hope he doesn't see.

"We've never been just friends."

"But I've been selfish in keeping you around.. and I'll never be able to give you what she's giving you."

It's quiet in the car, and there is rarely quietness between you.

"I love you," he says, and you don't doubt it for a minute. You grab hold of his hand.

"I love you too," you tell him. "It's their turn now."

You watch from your car as he reunites with his wife, the intimately joyful conversation they have, after which Frankie picks her up and embraces her happily. It's both the worst kind of pain and the best.

[starlightsuffered]

Sorry

Info - age gap, Dom Timmy, unbalanced power dynamic, reader with small boobs, young but legal reader, a little bit cnc, breeding, unprotected sex, sub space, pussy slapping, teasing, shaming

"Fuck, I just can't stop," I moaned roughly as I pounded into her young, tender cunt. She'd always been on my radar. Being a single dad meant I didn't have much time for fantasy and such, but fuck did that change when it came to her.

Every time I saw her perky little breasts, her hair tied up in a pony tail, or her red lipped smile; I had to hide my hard on. She was so sweet always assuring me.

"They're safe with me Mr. Chalamet."

Or

"Stay out as long as you need, l'm sure you've got a big load of work."

Always licking those fucking lips. Her big eyes always seeming to dip to my crotch. She was irresistible. She was just the perfect amount of innocent mixed with minx. The taboo of wanting to fuck the babysitter had my heart pounding and my cock throbbing.

"Don't apologise!" She screamed. I slapped a hand over her mouth.

"You'll wake the kids," I growled in her ear. "And you wouldn't want this all to end would you?"

She shook her head desperately. She looked nearly like she would cry from how hard I slammed my hips down. I loved ruining this pretty young thing. I thought my days of wild fucking like this were over, but if I could breed this pussy maybe not.

"How scandalous would it be, how dirty, if you had to confess to your friends and family that you let your boss get you pregnant?" I cooed. I blew air in her ear and she shivered. I massaged her clit languidly. I was still pumping in and out of her sopping pussy.

"Oh, oh my, oh fuck," was all she could manage to get out.

"Yeah you like that don't you?" I smirked. I nuzzled my mouth against the space behind her ear. I sucked there, using teeth to nibble as I continued to breed her. When l'd seen the skirt she'd worn it was all I could think about. When l'd come back home and it was hitched up so I could see her pink lace panties, there was no stopping me.

"I do," she shuddered.

"Take it like a good girl, take my cock, you're doing so well for your boss," | chuckled.

"Oh I want to be good! Make me cum drunk please sir," she wailed. That broke me.

I was animalistic in the way I fucked her. I lifted her leg, getting deeper. My teeth pulled at her nipples. I left trails of marks on her. I wanted my cock to leave a mark inside her, to brand her. I wanted her to remember this fuck.

I wanted my cum to breed her. She knew the feel of my bare dick. I was the first one inside her raw like this she said. It wasn't enough. I wanted that cute little body growing. A bump all of my making. A secret between us until she couldn't hide her shame anymore. She'd let a man make her swell, and she'd loved every second.

"I'm going to fucking fill your guts," I whispered as I slammed home. She would have screamed if she wasn't suckling on my fingers for comfort. Her eyes streamed with tears of pleasure, she'd never known sex could be like this. She was all need and want.

I pulled out and slapped her pussy. She writhed. I'd apologise again later, once I came to my senses. Right now I was feral. I wanted to see the second my sperm bred her womb. I wasn't in my right mind. My imagination and my eyes were dark.

I massaged her pussy, not caring about how she whimpered with over stimulation. I had to make sure my creamy load stayed right where it needed to be.

"Sorry," I said later. She was still a bit weak. She had marks all over her and she looked gleeful. She held her stomach possessively as if she hoped the same thing I did.

"Never say sorry for that," she gasped. We stared at one another for a moment and then she tackled me. We were at it again in seconds. I tried to stop but I couldn't, she was too tight, too sexy, too fertile. She rode my dick like a perfect goddess and wouldn't hear a word of apology for how I came inside her time and time again.

[supermarvelgirl15]

Losing Dogs

Summary: “I bet on losing dogs. I always want you when I'm finally fine. How'd you be over me looking in my eyes when I come, someone to watch me die.” You and Jason finally cross a line that you thought you'd never cross, but was it too late to place your bets on your future?

Pairing: Jason Todd × f!reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Angsty babes, major character death, canon-typical violence, gun TW, in shock/panicky reader, poorly written fighting scenes

A/N: So, this is actually excerpts from a Jason × OC I've been writing about, but I changed it to be a × reader. If you want to hear more about them, please feel free to message me! I hope y'all enjoy this angst fest! Loosely inspired by I Bet on Losing Dogs by Mitski.

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“We shouldn’t be out here, Jay. Bruce said—” 

“Since when do you always listen to what Bruce says?” Jason called back, continuing with his trek to the next rooftop. “If you don’t hurry up, we’re going to miss it!” 

You rolled your eyes, making the jump to the second roof. You had no idea what you were going to “miss” in the first place. Jason just came into your room and practically dragged you all the way into the city, refusing to tell you what he was doing. With your luck, Bruce would catch you in the act before you even reached your destination, wherever it was. 

Both of you should be back home, where Bruce told you to be. Alfred was going to freak out when he realized that neither of you were no longer in the manor. You could tell Jason was going stir-crazy ever since Bruce benched him from Robin for the time being. But did he have to drag you along with him? He didn’t even give you time to grab a coat. 

Even if Jason had given you a choice, you still would’ve gone. He’d been acting different lately. He’s been angry and taking too many unnecessary risks. Alfred said it had something to do with his parents who had died a few years ago, about him never having the chance to grieve them properly. You didn’t understand, but then again, you never had a family to grieve for before. 

So, you would brave this chilly Gotham night and take the repercussions, anything to see Jason be his upbeat happy self again. It used to annoy you; how happy he was to be Robin. Despite everything he had been through, he still only saw the joys of life. You hadn’t liked him for a long time, mostly because you misplaced your anger about Dick leaving onto his replacement. Jason’s constant flirting didn’t help either. 

It wasn’t fair to Jason, you had eventually realized. The day you finally let him in, you gained the most loyal friend you would ever have. Though, you would rather die than to admit it out loud. 

“Here we are!” Jason eagerly announced, turning to face Cynthia with a smile. You stepped up to the ledge, taking in the scene before you. You were on one of the taller buildings in Gotham, facing out towards the harbor. There were a few boats, but other than that...nothing. 

“You dragged me all the way out here just to sit on a roof? We could’ve done this at home,” you grumbled as you hugged your arms closer to yourself.  

Jason plopped himself down on the ledge, patting the place beside him. “Just trust me, will ya? It hasn’t started yet.” Begrudgingly, you sat down beside him, knocking your dangling feet into his to show your annoyance. 

A chill ran through you as you stared out into the dark water, your hands rubbing your arms to gain some kind of warmth. Jason must’ve seen you do it because he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. “For you, milady,” Jason bowed. You just rolled your eyes, knocking your shoulder into his, causing you both to laugh. 

“You could scoot closer, you know? I run hot. I promise I won’t bite, unless you want me to,” Jason wagged an eyebrow at you with a smirk displayed on his lips. You scoffed, but scooted closer nonetheless. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into him until your thighs touched. 

You had never been this close to him, outside of training anyways. He really did run hot, his natural heat only making you snuggle closer to him. You noted how your movement made him stiffen for a moment and his fingers twitch on your arm, as if your act had caught him off guard. Did his breath hitch as well? Surely not. 

The two of you continued to sit there in silence, practically cuddling while you waited for whatever it was Jason wanted to show you. You found yourself watching Jason out of the corner of your eye, observing as he watched the waves splash against the dock that stretched out below you with a content look on his features. The wind blew his hair, making it a bigger mess than it was from your parkouring; you fought the urge to fix it for him. Even the lights from the surrounding city casted a glow against his skin, making him look younger than he was. He looked...handsome. 

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” 

Caught red-handed, you coughed as you turned away from him. You can’t be having these thoughts, not about him. “You got something in your teeth,” you lied. Jason hummed, obviously seeing right through you, but you could see him still checking his teeth with his tongue in your peripheral.  

“Well, you for one, look beautiful as always. Stunning even. Breathtaking. Would you like me to keep going?” Jason smiled, batting his eyelashes at you. 

You shook your head. “I would like you to tell me why we’re out here in...” Your voice trailed off as you turned to face him again, finding him staring at you. He had a weird look in his eye. Why was he looking at you like that? He shouldn’t be looking at you like that. Was something wrong? 

He’s leaning in now. Why is he leaning in? Is he going to kiss you? He can’t kiss you, you’re friends, partners. Do you want him to kiss you? Your mind’s going haywire. What do you do? You were never trained to deal with something like this. It’s just Jason. You trust Jason with your life, and you would do anything to protect his. Anything. Was it getting hot all of a sudden? 

Your thoughts quieted when Jason reached up to grab your chin, gently turning your face to look out into the water. Before you could question him, a spark of light shot up into the sky, exploding into colors. Then another, followed by more.  

Fireworks. He brought you here to watch fireworks. 

You watched in awe as the fireworks exploded into a mass of colors in the sky. It was so beautiful. Why hadn’t you really appreciated the beauty of fireworks before? The colors were magnificent in Gotham’s night sky. 

You tore your eyes away from the scene, eager to share your enjoyment with Jason, only to find that he wasn’t watching them. His eyes were still on you. The reflection of the exploding fireworks in them was even more beautiful. Why hadn’t you seen it before? 

Your eyes stayed locked on each other, as if you were in a trance. Jason started to lean in again, stopping halfway. You watched as his eyes darted to your lips, your heart pounding in your ears. Or was it Jason’s? 

Did you want this? Could you risk something so delicate with the person that meant the most to you in the entire world? You can’t do this life without him. That in itself should be an answer. How long had you felt this way? Were you always this blind? 

The movement of Jason pulling away brought you out of your mental debate, the disappointment in his eyes tugging at your heartstrings. Before you could fully register what you were doing, your hand shot out to his cheek, making Jason pause. You both glanced at the other’s lips. There was no going back now. 

Your lips crashed into his, the action surprising both of you. Jason’s hand cradled the back of your head, pulling you impossibly closer to him. You couldn’t be close enough. What had stopped you from doing this sooner?  

Jason pulled back, the smile on his face contagious. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long, long time,” he admitted breathlessly as his thumb stroked your bottom lip. You smiled, kissing him once again. You were already addicted to the taste of him.  

His hand drifted down to your waist. “We could always take this—” 

“Don’t ruin the moment, lover boy,” you mumbled against his lips, earning a chuckle out of him. 

Reluctantly, you pulled yourself away from him, turning to rest your head on his shoulder with a content sigh. Jason continued to hold you tightly against him, kissing the top of your head. The long-forgotten fireworks still lit up the night sky, seeming to enter their grand finale. 

Jason watched as you gazed at the fireworks, a smile permanently etched on your lips. He couldn’t believe that he finally got to share a moment like this with you. He’d been dreaming of it for years. This has been the best night of his life. 

Especially after finding out his real mother was alive. 

He wanted to tell you about his discovery so badly, but he knew you’d talk him into waiting for Bruce to help. However, Bruce’s priority was the Joker at the moment, and he couldn’t wait for him to inevitably throw him back into Arkham. Jason needed to find his mom now. 

In the morning he’ll slip out while you're still sleeping, leaving a note on his bed. He’ll go get his mother and bring her back home. Then when he got back, Jason would have his very alive mother, but more importantly, he’d also be able to call you his. 

And he couldn’t be happier. 

You have to get there. This bike needs to go faster. Please God, let you get there.  

He shouldn’t have been by himself. Why did he go by himself? You should be there with him. This was your fault. Please God, let you get there. 

The warehouse was in view now. You're going to make it. Bruce was somewhere behind you, but you didn’t waste any time checking. You have to save him. 

You have to save Jason.  

You practically threw yourself off the bike, sprinting towards the door. This was it. You were going to make it. You were going to save him. You were going to save Ja— 

The warehouse exploded, the blast throwing you back a few feet, toppling into Bruce. It took you a few moments to shake yourself out of your stupor. When you looked back at the destroyed warehouse, everything stopped. 

No no no no no no no. 

“Jason?” His name barely left your lips in a whisper. This can’t be real. This had to be a nightmare, or maybe even a dose of Crane’s fear toxin. There was no way this was actually happening. 

Bruce’s voice sounded muffled in your ears. You couldn’t make out anything he was saying, but you didn’t care. You only cared about one thing right now, and he was somewhere out in the rubble. He could still be alive. Please God, let him still be alive. 

Your legs started running before you could register what you were doing. You had to find Jason. “Robin! Robin!” Please answer Jason. Why won’t he answer you? “Robin!” 

You came across a woman in the debris that was barely alive. She was the reason Jason was even here to begin with. His mother. Judging by her external injuries, there was no saving her. But there was still a chance for him. 

As Bruce tended to Jason’s mom, you continued your search. “Robin! Jason!” You didn’t care about aliases anymore. You just wanted him to answer you. “Jason—” 

Yellow. Red. Green. 

Oh God. 

Time froze when your eyes landed on Jason. Your body moved towards him, but it felt as if you were watching someone else take control of you. You grabbed his wrist, searching desperately for a pulse. Nothing. You checked his pulse point at his neck. Nothing. 

His face...Oh God, his face. What did that monster do to him? You could barely recognize him. Your Jason. You shakily reached up to cup his face, the coldness making you recoil. That’s not right. He runs hot, he should be hot. Why was he so cold? 

“J-Jay? Please, Jay. Wake up.” You couldn’t recognize your own voice. You cradled his body closer to yourself, searching for his warmth. “Jason, I-I can’t...you can’t leave me.” Specks of rain started to fall onto his lifeless face. No, that wasn’t rain. Were you crying? 

You choked out a sob, burying your face in his neck, willing him to wrap his arms around you. He didn’t. “Jason! Please don’t leave me!” Someone was screaming. Were you screaming? This can’t be real. “P-please.” 

Someone grabbed your shoulder, but that didn’t deter you. It could be the Joker for all you cared. At least he would put you out of your misery, take this pain in your heart away. 

The person said your name softly. You knew that voice. Bruce. It had to be Bruce. Why did he sound so far away? 

There was a lump in your throat. You couldn’t breathe. “I...Bruce, he, he’s so cold. He, he shouldn’t be...” You brushed his hair out of his face, your fingers numbly tracing the scars that now marked it. This shouldn’t have happened. Why did this happen? 

This was just a nightmare. A horrible, terrible nightmare. That’s all. This wasn’t real. 

Jason’s funeral was yesterday. It wasn’t a big turnout, but it was better that way. Even Dick showed up. It just goes to show that you don’t realize what a great thing you had until it’s gone.  

You hadn’t left Jason’s room since you came home from the funeral. You were content to rot right there in his bed. He wouldn’t want that, you knew, but it was the only way you could be close to him. 

You didn’t even hold back your tears anymore, letting them flow freely onto Jason’s pillow. God, it still smelled like him. It was almost like he was still here. He should be here. Why wasn’t he here? 

It wasn’t fair. None of this was fair. You didn’t get enough time. Oh, why hadn’t you come to your senses earlier? Why were you so blind? You could’ve had more time. This wasn’t fair. 

This should never have happened. 

You were angry. God, you were so angry. Angry at the Joker, at Bruce, at yourself, at Jason’s mother, at Jason. Why did he go in there? Why did he have to die? He should’ve never been in Ethiopia, in that warehouse. His mother said he took the brunt of the blast, his last act being to protect the woman that brought him there in the first place. You were so angry. 

You would give anything to be able to tear him a new one. To scream at him. To grab him and shake him to his senses. To hold him and sob into his chest. He should be here. 

Jason should be here. 

It had been a few months since you were last in Gotham. You had been in the Middle East tracking down and taking apart human trafficking rings. You did all you could there, making sure every victim you rescued was able to go home or have somewhere safe to stay. Bruce even donated a small fortune to help their efforts. 

Speaking of Bruce, he’d been acting strange ever since you came back. It was just minor things that threw you off, but it was enough to let you know something was bothering him. Even Alfred couldn’t seem to look you in the eye. You’d have to ask Tim or Dick about it whenever you saw them next. 

Gotham itself felt different since the last time you were in the city. But then again, it hadn’t felt the same the last few years. You couldn’t dwell on that now. 

There was a new crime syndicate running the streets. Someone had apparently stolen Black Mask’s crown. You had just left one war only to come home to another. Home sweet bitter home.  

You found out on your own that the new crime lord was someone who called himself the Red Hood. According to the papers, even Batman already had some run ins with him. Bruce didn’t mention it though when you told him you were looking into it. He just stiffened and muttered “be careful” before leaving the room. Nothing too out of character for him.  

Red Hood. Wasn’t that an old alias of the Joker’s? You could feel your nails digging holes into your palms. Calm down. Just don’t think about him. 

Taking a deep breath, you grounded yourself to the situation at hand. You had found one of Hood’s narcotic stash houses. It was somewhat heavily guarded; seven outside, five inside, all armed. Nothing you couldn’t handle. You’d just tie them all up with a bow and call Gordon to pick them up. Easy. 

One by one, you took down the guards outside quietly, making sure not to alert the others. This was light work. Hood needed to hire better goons. Goons? Did anyone even say goons anymore? Henchmen? Whatever. 

Once you were finished with them outside, you made your way in through the rafters, watching as the men below anxiously paced the floors. Did they know you were here? There was no way. 

You dropped down silently behind one of them, putting him into a sleeper hold. Wow, these guys really sucked. 

“Someone’s here!” A man shouted from behind you, firing at you. You quickly dodged, using one of the drug crates for cover. Now this was going to be fun.  

You threw one of your mini daggers at his hand, making him drop his weapon with a curse. You jumped over the crate, grabbing his head to bring it down on your knee. The man fell to the floor with a thud, and you punched him hard until he was out cold. 

The other men started shouting threats as they started to surround you, guns aimed at you. You raised your hands in faux surrender, smirking as you threw down a smoke bomb. You dropped to ground as the men started coughing, using the distraction to kick their feet out from under them. 

Swiftly, you disarmed them, kicking their guns away from them. One of the men attempted to grab you from behind, but you used his momentum to throw him into one of the others. The third one grabbed your arm, causing you to twist back, grabbing the back of his head and slamming it against one of the crates. Only one guy was left, and he was making a break for it. You just rolled your eyes, throwing one of your mini daggers, the butt end hitting the back of his head. His head hitting the ground as he fell was hard enough to knock him out.

Like you said, easy. 

Now you just had to call the commissioner, after you did some snooping around first. Done and do— 

“I didn’t know you made it back to Gotham.” 

You whipped around to face the source of the modulated voice, your hands posed in a fighting position. Your eyes took the intruder in, his height causing him to tower over you. He also had a broad frame, muscular too. A red bat-like symbol adorned his chest, partly covered by his leather jacket. There were holsters strapped to his thighs, along with various other weapons scattered everywhere else. Your eyes finally made their way up to his face, only to see that it was covered by a red helmet. 

Red Hood. 

“I’ll admit. I was a little disheartened to see that you stuck with the Bat. I thought if anyone would understand it’d be you.” Red Hood continued, squatting down to check over the contents of a crate that had broken open during your fight with the guards. 

You raised a brow, confusion evident on your face even with your mask. What was he talking about? “I... I’m sorry? Do I know you?” You had asked it half-jokingly, but the way Red Hood had tensed at your words made you question it. 

He stood back up to his full height, helmet tilting slightly as he watched you. “He didn’t tell you, did he?” A dry chuckle crackled through his modulator. “Maybe it’s better that way.” 

This was getting weird. Maybe the guy was just off his rocker. He surely wouldn’t be the first in Gotham. “Okay... Well, if you don’t mind, Mr. Hood, I’d like to get home at a decent hour tonight. So, it would really help me out if you just went ahead and surrendered.” You quipped, your fingers inching towards your daggers.  

Red Hood laughed, shaking his head as he turned away from you. “Not tonight, sweetheart. I still got some things to take care of,” he waved you off over his shoulder as he headed toward the door. 

Sweetheart. 

A surge of anger coursed through your body, your vision—fittingly—becoming red. You threw your daggers at Hood’s back, but he dodged out of the way, narrowly missing them. Before he could completely turn back to face you, you were already on top of him. 

“Don’t. Call. Me. Sweetheart.” You grunted between jabs, which Red Hood blocked with ease. He was an experienced fighter; he had to be if he had Bruce on his toes. But you weren’t Bruce.  

Your eyes latched onto a sliver of a bandage poking out from his collar on the left side of his neck. A weakness. You were quick to exploit it, ramming your elbow into it. Red Hood cried out and you used his momentary pain to swing him into the wall. 

Before you could do anything else, Hood kicked you back, pushing you away. He grabbed your leg when you tried to kick back, throwing you down on the ground hard. Using his knee to pin you down, he pressed his forearm against your neck. 

“When’d you start fighting dirty? Must’ve hit a sore spot, huh?” Red Hood teased, his words laced with some hidden meaning. Who was this guy? Why did he act like he knew you? You were getting sick of it. 

With your legs, you flipped Hood over your head, pushing his arm off your neck as he went. You jumped up only to fall once again when your ankle got yanked out from under you. Hood attempted to pin you again, but you kicked the side of his helmet with a frustrated yell. This time you were able to get away, jumping back up into the rafters. 

Hood climbed up after you, not giving up. You leaped over to another beam, the wood under your feet creaking loudly. It was about to give. An idea popped into your head. 

You stayed there, eagerly waiting for Red Hood to catch up. As soon as he made a lunge towards you, you jumped up and grabbed the beam above you. It was too late to realize his mistake when Hood’s feet landed on the beam, causing it to break under his weight. You even threw a couple daggers at him for good measure. 

However, Red Hood quickly flipped off the beam right before it completely gave way, twisting his body to also miss your daggers. He tumble rolled when he hit the ground, bouncing back up on his feet right after. 

How did he do that? You couldn’t believe it. He really was good. You hadn’t seen someone pull something like that off since you and Ja— 

No. 

Your recent fight with Red Hood flashed through your mind in spinning images, ticking off his every move. You had thought it seemed familiar, but not that familiar. Every move, every fluid motion Red Hood made was just like his. That can’t be. There was no way two different people that have never met fought the exact same way. It was too coincidental. 

You jumped back down to the ground, staggering slightly as you stared at the man before you. Neither of you said a word as you watched one another, not moving a muscle. Something wasn’t right. 

“Who... Who taught you how to fight?” You finally spoke, your words echoing in the space between you. Red Hood just continued to stare at you, his fingers twitching at his side. No. That was his thing. Why was Hood doing that? Why did he do everything just like him? He had so much to say earlier, what’s stopping him now?  

Hood didn’t even move as you advanced on him, pushing him back against the wall. You pulled out your own gun and held it against his throat. He made a surprised sound, his body tensing under you. It was only loaded with Bruce’s paralyzing snake venom, but he didn’t need to know that.  

“Who are you?!” You screamed at him, pressing your gun harder against him. There had to be some kind of explanation.  

Hood grunted uncomfortably, looking up at you. “I think you already know,” he muttered. You shook your head, your never ending anger bubbling back up to the surface. He didn’t know what he was talking about. There was no way. 

A sound came from behind you, but before you could react, Red Hood shoved you off of him. With zero hesitation, he unholstered his gun, shooting it beside your head. You whipped around, ringing in your ears, only to see one of Hood’s men with a gun in his hand and a bullet in his head. He just killed his own man. To save your life. 

Slowly, you turned back to face him. Red Hood was still holding his gun, already watching you, seeming to gauge your reaction. After a long moment, he mumbled “might as well” before holstering his gun. Then he reached up to his helmet, unlatching it and sliding it off his head. 

You stumbled backwards as all your oxygen left your lungs. He had dark hair with two white tuffs at the front. He had a scar that came down the side of his left temple, and another down his right jaw. There was a smaller scar at the corner of his mouth, along with one under his left eye which was partly covered by his domino mask.  

His eyes, oh God, those eyes. The last time you saw them there was no life behind them. There seemed to be more green in them than you remembered. But that can’t be right. Those can’t be his eyes. It’s impossible. You held his cold body for hours. You watched him get buried. This can’t be real. 

“Like what you see, sweetheart?”  

Your eyes widened as Red Hood spoke those words. His voice... 

No... It can’t be. 

But it is. 

“Jason?”

××××××

[welcometogrouchland]

"lol they should make Steph spoiler again she's basically not even a Batgirl" look I'm not too jazzed about the current state of Batgirl lore either rn but if I have to suffer through another decade of terrible babsgirl content PLEASE AT LEAST LET ME HAVE BATGIRL STEPH, IF ONLY IN NAME

[theflyingfeeling]

...💩

[mybrainproblems]

i just wish literally ANY of my debunking posts made it past a handful of likes/reblogs. i'm not looking for plaudits or brownie points on this stuff, but i've spent a not-insubstantial amount of time tracking down the source of some popular rumors/conspiracies and have managed to piece things together by crowdsourcing info from ppl who were There in addition to my own internet dives.

i'm not even really begging for notes tbh, i just that i wish the info could get out there. it just gets annoying to see the same things that are honestly not that difficult to debunk keep getting spread around and see new people latch onto them and spread them, bc repeating conspiracies is more fun than fact checking (unless you're a freak like me who loves a good internet spelunk)

i'm not even mad at ppl or anything bc i get it! conspiracies are fun! i've even bought into a couple! but then when i went to source them, i realized that oop! there's not a good source or it's been taken out of context! sometimes it's stuff that's been distorted via fandom telephone! and sometimes it's a complete fabrication or intentional misinfo, which is wild!

i guess i'm just bummed that The Truth Is Out There and yet we're still seeing the same debunked things circulate within the fandom.

maybe i'd get more traction if i was confrontational about this stuff but i try to come from a place of curiosity and good faith and give ppl benefit of the doubt and assume that others are coming from a place of good faith as well unless/until proven otherwise. i'm also happy to revise my stance if folks can offer a decent rebuttal - for all the research i may do, i can still be wrong! i encourage other ppl to fact check what i'm saying!

there's plenty of stuff that i have theories about that are wholly vibes-based and don't even have anecdata to back them up, so i just... don't talk about those publicly so as not to spread them. or i make extremely clear that i am just spitballing or spinning a word salad conspiracy as a joke.

and yeah, this is specifically about spn fandom but it applies to the real world as well. misinfo spreads so easily and it's extremely hard to stop it spreading or debunk it once it reaches critical mass and/or it gets the illusion of truth by coming from mainstream news sites (or popular blogs). it just feels like ppl are becoming more and more fundamentally un-curious and refuse to exit the echo chamber both in fandom and irl.

[bpdanakins]

idk why they decided to make this trailer a lineup for fortnite: dragon age addition it's. certainly a directional choice.

[dark-l-angel]

HIII okay so long request but an established relationship between the reader and comic dick grayson where they go on some dangerous mission and now they’re trapped in a room. Nightwing looks for a way out until he realizes that the reader is breathing quite heavily and he sees that the reader has a horrible injury on her upper thigh. Nightwing tears off a piece of his suit to wrap around the wound and the reader is all like “I can do it myself” and dick just ignores her and treats her injury with care and soothes her whenever she makes small hisses of pain🫶 (AM I INSANE FOR REQUESTING THIS)

Sounds fun actually.. loved it ❤

Bloody injuries

Dick Grayson x fem!reader

Finally after avoiding the threat.. you and dick sat down at a side room to catch your breaths after all the running, you two were told to sneak out some specific infos about a gang.. and here you are, after being spotted by a gangster, you both had to fight alongside each other in order to survive.

"Wrong of you to ignore the wound when you got it and continue fighting..." you muttered under your breath "lesson never learnt.. ugh" you tried to muffle the pain noise.. but too late for you, dick notice that something was wrong.

His breathing had calmed down while yours is getting heavier, he turned his head toward you to see drops of blood that were after your way, a huge cut in your upper thigh fuck.. only if he was quite more careful..

"Shit.." that's all you hear before you see dick trying to inspect it, you refused saying that you're fine and you don't want to burden him.. so you stood to continue on the mission, before your body fails you.. luckily dick was there to catch you before you fall.

He held you in bridal style to a nearby table, carefully placing you down on it.. you hiss at the pain, and you saw dick tearing his suit in order to use that piece as a bandage for the wound.

"No.. you don't have to.. I'll do it myse-" he stopped you mid sentence "don't say that, you are here bc of me" he smiled to reassure you that he's handling things.. tbh this itself wasn't smth that one person can handle, he was taking a good care of it.

The wound was actually fucked up to that much.. his gloved hands were painted with your rouge blood.. a mess the least to say, "how were you able to handle it? Like.. i know that's you're powerful and stuff but.. this is too much" you swear you could hear the pain and the guilty in his voice, trying to hide it through smiling and compliments.. "adrenaline?" You answered before you hiss at the pain again..

"Sorry.. I'm terribly sorry" dick said started to lose hope after he got his hands away from your wound, his eyes were wondering around in guilt before they landed on an aid kit.. he immediately grab it and got back to your wound.

As he was switching it up.. you can clearly see his eyes lighting up in excitement.. "i feel relieved, i thought you'd bleed to death in front of me or I'll have to get you home with an infected wound.. it doesn't matter now, you are saved now.. by your hero" he said wiggling his eyebrows to you while smirking. You rolled your eyes and laughed at his ego "guess I'm saved by the best hero around.. the mighty great nightwing" you said mocking his fans, dick burst out in laughter.. *at this point he was done with your wound* he took his hands off of it.. and kissed your face and took your lips in a gentle long kiss "i guess dick is way better, angel".

"Let's find a way out now.. believe you'll get pampered once we get home" your eyes widened "but the mission! Bruce will get angr-" "I'll take the blame, as for the mission, i might send jason for me.. he'll deal with it easier than we'll do" dick said while picking your up bridal style.

Hope you like it ❤

[anaalnathrakhs]

uh oh i feel like i have a deeply maladaptative response to people knowing Literally Anything about me it's fine it's fine i'm handling it very well

[jacksintention]

Automaton angel