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lightwing-s · 4 months

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pairing: dick grayson x reader; jason todd x reader

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a/n: we've created a tradition, 2023 ver. here

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"You need to kiss someone at midnight!” said one of the girls sitting on the crowded sofa, the group around her, boys and girls halfway drunk on cheap champagne, erupted in screams and laughter, fighting over the validity of certain superstitions and who’d get to kiss who in the group. “The pagans say it’s for good luck.”

The discussion never ceased, getting louder as spirits were running high. Amongst the loud group, you stood out. Sitting quietly with a drink in hand, a beaming smile adorning your face, laughing at whatever what he assumed were your girl friends said, you caught Jason’s eyes. You’d done so from the moment he entered the apartment.

You wore a sparkly outfit, a little black dress full of sequins that reflected the poor lighting of the room but that was still unable to outshine your natural beauty. He watched you attentively, entertained by your joy and enamored with the sound of your laughter.

Your eyes had met a few times since his arrival, briefly, shyly, sharing quiet smiles and a few winks, a secret interaction you hoped no one else had noticed but you. Not out of embarrassment, but from wanting it to be uniquely yours.

Jason had been under actual spells before, under the uncomfortable power of Ivy’s pollen. This was different, because nothing forced him to look at you, he simply wanted to. He wasn’t a shy man, never backing out of talking with a pretty lady, but tonight he decided to wait, wait for the right moment to reach you, to talk to you, to know your name. He didn’t want to intrude in your moment with your friends, but most importantly, he didn’t want your friends intruding in your moment.

So he waited, sat aside on a dark corner, like a villain in a scary movie, chatting bullshit with a friend he barely knew but who had insisted on him coming to his apartment tonight, as he knew Jason wouldn’t go anywhere else for New Year’s Eve, preferring to sulk in his own solitude for the night.

He didn’t expect anything from tonight, planning to go home after the clock striked 00:00 and the champagne bottles were popped. He certainly did not expect to meet a pretty girl that had him hooked on the first exchange of glances, but he was glad he took his time to come.

A few other girls had come to him, some showing their deep cleavages, others just trying to start a conversation, but they didn’t last long once they realized he only had his eyes out for you.

He noticed your group of friends leave the sofa, entering the kitchen in search of more drinks, but you stayed there, sitting in the same spot you’d been all night, watching your friends disappear into another room. Then, turning your head slowly, your eyes met his, and he took it as his key to finally approach you.

Throwing himself beside you on the sofa, his arm immediately went to its back and you leaned closer, trying to hear him better between all the screaming and the loud music.

“Jason.” he sort of screamed-whispered in your ear, extending his left hand for you to shake.

“Yn.” you took his hand in yours, shaking quickly before returning the hold to your cup.

“Stopped drinking tonight?” he asked, a playful smirk on his lips.

“What?!” you screamed, not hearing him clearly.

He came closer to you, the hand that shook yours coming to rest on your tight, and his lips brushing against your neck as he repeated himself into your ear. “I asked if you had stopped drinking tonight.”

“No!” you laughed. “They went looking for vodka, I guess. I’m sticking to champagne tonight.”

“Did you enjoy the bottle they were passing around?” he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Did you not like it?” you asked in return.

“It’s alright.” he shrugged, leaning back on the sofa and bringing his drink to his lips.

The music softened, a few complaints thrown around, the majority of the people taking this time to fish for more drinks in the kitchen or wherever they were.

Learning against the sofa too, head falling back to rest, your shoulder touched Jason’s and you could feel the electricity running through you.

“Mikey’s friend?” you asked him, trying to understand where this stranger had come from.

“Sorta.” he simply replied.

“Oh! We have ourselves a mysterious man.” you laughed again, and Jason hoped you wouldn’t stop.

“Do you like it? Or you prefer something more… nerdy? Or do you want me to act like a jock from a teen rom com. I can do it all, you know.” if possible, your laughing just got louder, throwing your head back and bringing the smirk back to Jason’s face.

“Nah. I love it.” you answered when your laughing stopped and your breathing had settled. “Makes me want to know more about you.”

The loud bang on a door broke brought your attention away, your friends making their way back to the sofa, full drinks in hand and a bottle of vodka being carried by one of them. Jason saw some eyebrow wiggles at you, teasing smiles and bumps on your shoulder, all of it making your cheeks flush pink and your eyes to divert to the almost empty cup on your hand.

He watched your thumb playing with the lipstick stained glass and your teeth nibble at your bottom lip. He admired your soft makeup, perfectly melting into your skin and not hiding your natural beauty he had come to love. A small stain of lipstick stood on your chin, maybe because of your drinking, and he couldn't hold the urge, his thumb cleaning it away for you.

“Two minutes till New Year’s!” someone announced over the music, the crowd getting excited, people looking for their friends or unopened champagne bottles.

“Do your friends have anyone to kiss at midnight?” Jason asked, and he caught a glimpse of disappointment in your eyes.

“I don’t know.” you replied, eyes wide in question. He only shook his head.

“Do you?”

“I don’t know.” you repeated your previous answers, earning a questioning look from him that made you laugh again a little. “Do I?”

“The thing is, Yn.” he started speaking and turned to face him properly, knees bumping into each other’s. He licked at his lips, and your mind replayed the way he had pronounced your name. He placed a loose strand of hair behind your ear and his fingertips touched your neck, a shiver emanating from there to your entire body. “I’m not a very patient guy. I don’t think I can wait until midnight.”

Leaning in, his lips caught yours as his hands held your waist. The butterflies partied in your stomach, and you leaned further into him, bringing his face closer as you felt his tongue slid inside your mouth.

“It’s not even fucking midnight, Yn!” someone screamed, the room turning to look at you both, but your mind too focused on the kiss to even notice.

His other hand went to your neck, playing with the hairs in there, making you moan into his mouth, the sound making him excited and more eager to continue kissing you.

At some point, happy new years were exchanged, champagne bottles were popped, other kisses were given along with tight hugs and laughter. Still, Jason’s lips were glued to yours, a perfect dance you did not want to stop.

Going into 2024 with your lips on his wasn’t on Jason New Year’s Eve plans, but he made sure to add them to his resolutions: to kiss you passionately, deeply, for as long as he can, for as long as his breathing allows him, for the entire year if you let him to, because he didn’t believe much in destiny but he was sure it wanted him there, on New Year’s day, sitting on a sofa beside the prettiest girl the room, her lips stuck on his, and a thousand possibilities to turn this moment into the first of many you’d share along 2024.

𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍

He heard wishes of “happy new year!” as the first fireworks exploded above the sea. Families, friends and couples erupting in joyful bursts of happiness and laughter, celebrating the beginning of the year with hope and excitement..

Dick wasn’t one of them. No, tonight wasn’t perfect. Not like it used to feel.

The arms wrapped tightly around his waist certainly didn’t feel perfect, and neither did the head resting on his chest. He watched the fireworks illuminating the night sky, reflecting on the water, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he wondered if you too were watching the scenery.

The guilt was eating at his chest, the words you’d told him earlier still lingering in his mind. There was a lump in his throat, he knew he’d screwed things up, that he ruined your favorite night of the year, your favorite holiday, and consequently, his too.

It hurt even more now that he recognized that you were not wrong, that you didn’t lie.

“How did you forget to tell me, Dick? Today is New Year’s Eve, we’ve always spent it together.” you reminded him, staring at him through the mirror he fixed his collar on. “Why are you like this, huh? Why do you never put me first, even for one day?” “It’s always like this. You find a new girl, you forget about me. Yn does not exist anymore, and if she does, she’s just your shadow, your umbrella holder while you cozy up to some slut you won’t care anymore in a few months.” “It’s not that important? Fuck you, Dick! Fuck you, fuck you! It was our day, our tradition, to watch the fireworks at the beach together, to make wishes to the stars and countless other traditions we’ve had since we were teenagers… You’ve continuously neglected what I want, put me aside to fulfill your wishes, and I’m always okay, because I fucking love you. But when it comes to me… Forget it. You just made me realize none of this is worth it.”

He still remembered the sound your voice made when you told him you loved him, how it cracked, how your chin trembled and your eyes filled with tears. He had put you aside for countless others when you’d always, always, stood by him. It was your tradition, and he had broken it.

Two hands slid up his chest, coming together behind his neck, forcing him to finally look down, after avoiding it’s presence for as long as he could. “Happy New Year, Dickie.” she said, plump lips painted red, reaching for his, reaching for a kiss, but he couldn’t do it.

No. It wasn’t perfect.

“I’m sorry.” he told the girl, removing her hands from his body. She looked at him confused, as he apologized once more.

Turning on his heel, feeling the sand underneath his feet, Dick ran. Ran somewhere he didn’t know to, somewhere he hoped he’d find you.

He screamed your name, praying you’d hear him and call him back, call his name as you always did when you met him in the crowd. A toothy smile on your lips that reached your eyes, a sight he never realized he loved, that he’d miss if you were gone, too dumb, too much of an idiot, to realize.

He counted all the things you could’ve done already, checking your list of nye’s traditions that never cease to surprise him. Every year you’d bring something new, something fun, and he would follow along and watching you complete each one of them made him happy.

But you always said it wasn’t perfect. That something was missing. Every year, there was this one thing you couldn’t complete but you never told him what it was.

“Yn.” he screamed to the crowd, gaining side looks from some of the people around.

“Dick.” someone called back, but it wasn’t you. “What are you doing?”

“Tim, have you seen Yn?” he asked, almost breathless.

“You didn’t come with her?” he asked in return, eyes jolting out, incredulous of the words leaving his brother's mouth. Dick could only shake his head. “Dude.” he finished disapprovingly.

Tim wasn’t much of a help, not knowing if you were still at the beach, but at least now he was sure you’d come.

Of course you would, he thought. You’d never break a tradition.

He was sure he’d crossed to the other end of the sandy and pretty crowded beach. This year many more people came to enjoy the best “secret” new year’s party in the city, a secret you’d kept for years but that was slowly becoming more popular.

You hate it. It was our place, I don’t want anyone else in it.

Letting out a chuckle, he remembered you pout as you let those words out. If only he had listened to them then.

He was almost giving up, the number of people diminishing with each step he took further in the sands. The groups fizzled out, just a few here and there now, long ignoring the still ongoing, god knows for how long, firework show, now too focused on drinks and gossip.

But then an oddity caught his eyes.

Someone alone, quietly watching the show of colors in the night. He had found you.

Even at a distance, he could see the colors reflecting in your eyes, watery and enamored as they were every year. You had your hands glued to your body, caressing the cold away as you dared to wear a sleeveless shirt this deep into winter.

He froze. The lump, the tightness in his throat, returning to torture him. He wanted to cry, get on his knees and beg you to forgive him. But he was too scared. Too scared you’d say no, because you should.

“Yn.” he whispered, hoping you wouldn’t hear.

You didn’t. You stayed in the same position, now staring at the moon as the fireworks had stopped, but he knew you’d love to stare at the moon even more.

Slowly, you stared at your feet, toes playing with the sand. Then, to his surprise, you looked to your side. You looked straight at him, he could swear your bore deep within his eyes, and all he could do was stare in return.

“D?” he saw you mouth.

“I’m sorry,” he blurted. “I’m so sorry.”

Your head dipped to the side, and he watched your chin shaking again. His heart started to break, but soon enough, you were running into his arms.

Dick didn’t know that all night, you’d hoped you hadn’t told him anything. That the “I love you” hadn’t slipped out of your mouth, preferring to never have him fully than to never have him at all.

Although your heart was broken, seeing him tonight meant your friendship was not. And you could settle for this. You cried in his chest, tears staining his dress shirt. “Please don’t cry, please, please. I’m so fucking stupid for hurting you.”

His hands held the back of your head, caressing your hairs as you recomposed yourself, He listened to your breathing become steady, your cheek resting on his chest, arms wrapped around his torso. Perfect.

“I’m sorry.” he said, and you looked up, your chin on his chest. His watery eyes still visible under the moonlight, you dried the tears from under his eyes. “I was stupid, a moron. I didn’t realize what I’d done. I didn’t realize you were the best thing to ever happen to me, and that I was pushing it all away.

“It’s okay,” you replied softly, snuggling back into his chest. “We’ll be alright.”

Breathing deeply, Dick held your face up to meet him again. “Yn…”

“Dick.” you cut him, wanting all this pain to just be over. He smiled at you, thumb drawing patterns on your cheek.

“Did you finish your list?” he inquired.

“No.”

Again, you didn’t. Dick never understood why. “You never told me what was missing.”

Staring deeply into his eyes, you found the courage to finally tell him. “A midnight kiss.”

It caught him by surprise, but it made him see everything clearly.

“Yn.” he called you, eyes moving from your eyes to your lips.

“Hmm.”

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, heart beating faster than it's ever done, not even the sprint on the beach making it go this quickly.

“It’s the thing I wanted.”

Pulling your face to his, you had to stand on your tiptoes to finally meet his lips. It was a slow kiss, lips melting together, fitting each other as if they were… perfect. Like you’d always dreamed of. It sets the butterflies in your stomach afire, your heart to stop beating, the world to stop spinning. You lost air, you lost your mind, you lost yourself within him.

You’d finally completed your list, you’d finally made your new year’s day perfect.

a/n: to all of you who made my 2023 very special, a happy new year and a blessed 2024 ♡

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silly-thinkings · 5 months

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Batmoms biggest "fan"

A small thing that I wrote and completed a long while ago. I decided to go back to school and I'm now getting the hang of everything. enjoy this story wherein- You (fem batmom reader) have a sort of fanclub. This fanclub however has the rest of the family on edge. and your sons do something about it :)

You frown as you took a bite of of your food. You were stood up… by your own husband of all people. At a nice restaurant that he chose.

For a mission that he won’t even tell you the details about. That of course didn’t stop you from indulging in the food and wine that you’ve eaten multiple times. The people around you looked at you with the occasional whispers in between. But you didn’t mind. In fact, with the way you were eating it might as well been a night for Y/N Wayne to be by herself.

The waiter approached the table with a sheepish smile “the bill Miss Wayne.”

You gave him a smile that make even those who despise you blush . You pull out your purse and place cash in the folder, followed by the Bruce’s black card. The server Looked at you confused.

“The black card is for the bill. The cash is your tip.” You say with a wink.

“F-five hundred dollars” he shook his head in disbelief “I can’t accept this.”

You tilt your head to the side “why not? Is it not enough?” You look at his name tag before your phone rang. “You’ve done an excellent job today Jared. Please, accept the tip.”

Jared slowly nodded his head as he return to the back. You check the caller ID and smile “hey hey bird. What’s up?”

On the other end was your second eldest Jason Todd. Slowly he’s been talking to you more as of late. Which brings you joy, the last thing you’d want is for any of your boys to cut you off of their life over Bruce’s actions. Lord knows how hard you try to have both your eldest socialize within the family.

“Nothing much. You free?”

You look around the restaurant “not necessarily. Decided to get some dinner.”

“Where B?”

“Out. He’s busy tonight.”

There was a pause on the other line “right…”

The waiter returned with the card and you signed the receipt . You grabbed your belongings and left the establishment. “So, when’s the next time I get to see you?”

Unbeknownst to you, the very son you were on the phone with stood atop the apartment across from the restaurant.

“I don’t know Ma. I’m on a very important case right now.” Jason said pressing a pair of binoculars watching you intently.

“Hmmm. Well don’t stay out for too long. Honestly, you and your father act the same way when you’re working in a case.”

Jason moved his binoculars slightly behind you. He noticed the waiter watching you from one of the restaurant windows whilst holding a pair of white gloves. Your gloves, you must’ve forgotten them.

“Uh huh. Text me when you get home. Stay safe Ma.”

You look down at your phone slightly shaking your head. You place the phone back into your purse before raises your had at the passing taxi’s.

~Meanwhile~

Jason continued to watch both you and the waiter. It was only after you getting into a taxi that he put all his focus on the man in the restaurant.

Jason heard some shuffling behind him causing him to roll his eyes “Ya know, if you just want a hug you can totally ask.” The man announced his presence with a preppy tone.

Jason grunted “go away Dickhead, I’m busy.”

“No, it looks like you’re stalking mom.” Dick crossed his arms “what are your doing Jay?”

“Working. What are YOU doing? Shouldn’t you be in bludhaven? Doing police work.” Jason quipped as he watched the waiter put Y/N’s gloves in his pockets before returning to work.

“I’m… also working right now.”

Jason finally turned to face his older brother “so you know.”

Dick nodded “Babs has mom’s taxi being traced as we speak. Tim is also tailing the thing.”

Jason took a deep breath before turning around facing the restaurant. Five months, as far as Jason knows, his mother Y/N Wayne has been stalked by a group for five months. And it only seems to be getting worse. Word around the streets is that there’s a twisted fan club. A fan club that is too infatuated with the lady of the Wayne household. And the only way a person can be initiated into the group is by meeting Y/N Wayne.

“Jay. I know you know Bruce is working on this case. Why not join him instead of doing it alone.”

Jason scoffed “please, Bruce will just put the mastermind in jail. And then what? Tell me, are you comfortable with mom having stalkers trying to get to her any chance they get?”

Dick didn’t respond, which cause Jason to laugh “exactly. That man did nothing when I died. I’m not taking that risk. Not when my Mom is involved.”

Jason noticed the waiter walk out of the establishment and hastily walked towards a dark ally. Jason put his helmet back on “if you want to help, stay out of my way.” Jason, dressed as redhood Jumped down from the building to follow the man.

Dick watched as his brother followed the guy.

“You know he’s going to need some backup right?” He heard Barbra in his ear piece.

“Maybe he’s hungry.” Dick flipped off the building befit grappling the next one. Following his brother.

~~~~~

You arrive to the manor and went straight to the cave. “Bruce! Bruce Wayne show yourself right now!” You yelled into the void it seemed. Bats fluttered about as your husband dressed as Batman turned in his seat. He got up and walked towards you

You pointed a finger at him “you stood me up.”

Bruce rose his hands in surrender “I can explain.”

“It better be good. Because ain’t no way I went to your favorite restaurant only to be looking like a goof ball all alone. The gossip news shows are going to have a field day with this one.”

Bruce didn’t say anything. How could he, on the one hand he’s been trying to figure out who’s actively hunting you down. While on the other hand, he did use you for bait. And that he’ll have no problem taking to the grave.

“Bruce, talk to me. You and the kids have been tense lately. Is the world ending again?” You ask stepping closer to Bruce. You knew his actions were for a reason, but after years of dealing with this kind of thing, it’s starting to bug you slightly.

Bruce finally felt defeated. “You remember Dom? Dom rosenbloom from highschool?”

You giggled “of course. I’ve always found him sweet. Wonder what he’s up to.”

“He’s stalking you” Bruce said bluntly.

Your mouth hung open shocked by the sudden declaration “what? H-how?”

Bruce takes your hand and walks you to the computer. He pulled up multiple videos of this man following you at every instance. Galas, work, the gym, even at the supermarket.

“Bruce. Why didn’t you say anything’s“ you gasped before slapping his shoulder “you used me as bait.”

Bruce smiled slightly. Your tone was most definitely playful given the situation. “I might’ve”

You squeezed Bruce’s hand making him face you. His armored chest rising and falling slowly. You look up into his eyes. He then returned the gesture by placing one of his gloved hands on your face. “On a serious note Honey. You’re in danger so lay low for me alright.”

You nod your head. Your fingers dancing along his chest “That’s still not an excuse to stand me up.” You say standing up on your tippy toes before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. You turn and began ascending the stairs. “I’ll be more carful from now on Bruce. Now… Could you at least join me in the bath~ I think that’ll make up for your silliness.”

Bruce looked at the time then back at you. “It’ll be my pleasure Mrs.Wayne”

~~~

Jason followed the waiter to a run down school. He loaded his gun before stealthily walking into the building.

“Rubber bullets?” Nightwing chirped beside him.

Jason swung his arm around pointing the gun at his brother “keep it up and I’ll use real ones. Just for you.” Jason scoffed “you’re a pain in the ass”

“Not as big of a pain at that one over there.” Dick pointed to the other side of the building. Damian dressed as Robin snuck in through a window before disappearing.

Stressed Jason put the gun away “Wheres his adult.” He said before the two followed the tween down the hall.

~~~

“My brothers! We are gathered here today to honor a priced relic. Mrs.Wayne’s gloves.”

A group of people gathered in the abandoned schools gymnasium. Y/N’s belonging from shoes, jewelry, even discarded hair products were put up on display. Ooo’s and ah’s can be heard from the crowd making Tim feel sick to his stomach. Before he hacked into the building lighting grid gunshots fired. Tim massaged his temple, there was only one other person he can think of that doesn’t have his kind of finesse.

“Alright. Which one of you is the leader?” Red hood parted the crowed of people as he pointed the gun at the man on stage.

Tim moved his head side to side before jumping down from his hiding spot. Knocking out one of the stage guards.

The man attempted to run on the other side but was stopped my a smaller Robin. Damian kicked the guard in the gut before crossing his arms.

The leader’s face turned red with embarrassment “What is the meaning of this. I , Dominic rosebloom will have all of you- ”

“Pfffft I’m sorry. Rose bloom? That’s your name.” Nightwing appeared from behind Redhood who still had the gun pointed at Dominic. “You were bullied weren’t you.”

Dominic opened his mouth to say something but Tim pulled out his laptop. “Actually yes. According to sources Y/n Wayne was his only friend throughout his high school years. Then uhh… Bruce Wayne stole her from him. Gross… anyway You guys didn’t know that?”

“Tsk what does it matter. Let’s settle this quickly. I have something important attend to.”

****

The sun shone through the silk curtains of your bedroom. Normally you’d wake up in bed alone but your husband laid next to you scrolling through his phone. He chuckled slightly before showing you what he was reading.

“Dominic RoseBloom found guilty for harassing and Stalking Mrs.Wayne”

The picture provided was a grown man left out in the open with heart underwear and a dunce hat on.

“No… who would humiliate him like that.” You say pressing a hand over your mouth.

Bruce look at the picture further, he noticed a green cape in the bottom of the photo “our children.”

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pinkhoodi · 8 months

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and the results are !

✎ᝰ — bat boys finding out their partner is pregnant

♡⃕ — dick grayson & jason todd x black!reader

♡⃕ — genre + warnings: fluff + mention of past sex but nothing in detail ! dick + jason are both worry warts, mention of children

꒰ DICK GRAYSON ꒱

Ꮺ the evening was quiet and chilly from the late autumn season. you were wrapped up in a blanket, watching tv, while dick was cooking dinner for the both of you. minimal sounds were heard throughout the house, besides the tv, but your groans interrupted them

Ꮺ the past few weeks haven’t been easy on both of you, dick has been busy working with bruce and you’ve been throwing up for the past few weeks. at first, you believed that you had caught the flu so you just bought some medicine and treated it how you usually would, with some herbal tea and soft food. though that didn’t cure much and you continued feeling unwell

Ꮺ as weeks passed, you’ve been throwing up more often than not. dick was growing fearful that you caught a virus and suggested that you went to the doctor, you scoffed at that idea and reassured him that you’ll be fine. but after some time of back and forth, you sided with the doctors

Ꮺ the doctor did ask the usual questions, “are you active?” “do you take any birth control pills or contraceptives?” “are you pregnant?”. however, you mind started wandering the answer to those questions, which were yes to most of them. while you and dick were active, you both didn’t do it often since you both had to work around the clock

Ꮺ the doctor suggested a pregnancy test after hearing your symptoms and answer to the questions. you did take it just to be sure and the doctor told you that she’d be in contact for the results

Ꮺ present day, the house is filled with the sizzling sounds of dick in the kitchen and dialogue heard from the tv. you were groaning and moving anxiously on the couch as you waited for the results. the level of anxiety has been filling the air since the last visit but both of you try to hide it for the sake of the other

Ꮺ dick comes over to the couch to take a quick break from cooking and kisses your forehead as he sees your worried look. he laughs a little and positions you to lay on his lap, your head laid on his thighs as he looks down at you and kisses your forehead again. your muscles slowly ease from the intimacy and you finally down as dick gives you shoulder and back rubs

Ꮺ out of the blue, your phone rings from under you, and you shift around to grab it. the number appearing on the screen is familiar and you answer immediately, your voice is shaky as you speak. the doctor introduces herself and tells you the purpose of the call, but you already knew and was anticipating this phone call

Ꮺ the doctor tells you that you have no indication of any illness but does tell you the bombing news that you have a positive pregnancy test. dick can already tell the results from how your pupils dilate and your facial expressions makes you seem brighter than before. in his head, there are only two thoughts, “I’m going to be a father!” and “I’m going to be a father?”. though the same thought, both had different emotions behind it. one was filled with excitement and joy about this new addition for you and y/n and the other was filled with worry, concern, and fear for the newborn. but dick covers the fearful thought with joy instead

Ꮺ after the phone call, dick pulls you into a deep comforting hug and celebrates that he’s going to be a father. he peppers kisses all around your face as the both of you are smiling at each other. the both of you filled with endless amounts of bliss after learning that you’re soon-to-be parents

Ꮺ dick is already throwing compliments, telling you that you’ll be the best mother to your child, you’ll look so beautiful pregnant, you’ll look so beautiful as mom, the child will be as gorgeous and graceful as their mother. he’s filling your head with peace as he continues to shower you with compliments

Ꮺ instantly, dick is already in dad mode and pulling up the target website to start shopping for his unborn child. you laugh and continue to carry on the conversation, feeling the complete opposite of how you felt earlier this evening

Ꮺ dick grayson and y/n grayson, soon-to-be parents and determined to be one of the best parents in this world <3

꒰ JASON TODD ꒱

Ꮺ in the middle of a movie night, jason looks to see you drifting asleep. the movie wasn’t boring, you were very tired from work and your body hadn’t been feeling the best. you were throwing up everywhere and your body ached more than it usually did

Ꮺ at the second you closed your eyes, the uneasy feeling of throwing up came up again. your face twisted into an uncomfortable look and you groaned while rubbing your stomach. you got up and ran to the bathroom before you threw up all over the couch, or even jason himself

Ꮺ jason asks if you’re okay and you reassure him that you are. he doesn’t believe you and tells you that he’s going to a nearby store to pick up some items for you. one of which is a pregnancy test but he kept that to himself

Ꮺ for the past few times you’ve been throwing up and complaining about your body, jason did research on what illness you could possibly have. but all that came up were life-threatening illnesses, a virus, and signs of pregnancy

Ꮺ pregnancy raised curiosity out of jason, since you both were very active and rarely used protection. he started doing the math on the last time you both had done it and the date your body started feeling unwell. let’s just say, the potential of being a father clouded his mind indefinitely

Ꮺ once jason came back from the store, he placed the items on the kitchen counter. he grabs the four pregnancy tests and hands them to you, you raise an eyebrow at him and he explains how he believes that you’re pregnant. you on the other hand don’t believe it but decide to take it anyway since you felt too weak to argue

Ꮺ you go into the bathroom and lock the door, your mind is racing with fear and anxiety as you take each test. as amazing as it would be to be a mother, you were worried for jason would be as a father and begging that the child doesn’t end up on the same path as jason. even though batman took him in and raised him somewhat well, you wanted better, you wanted more for your child

Ꮺ as time passes, you go in and out of sleep waiting for the results until jason wakes you up by knocking on the bathroom door. he’s asking you if the results have come in yet and you groan at the question, reminding you of the reason why you were even in the bathroom. you unlock the door and you step out to let him see the results first since you were too nervous

Ꮺ it was quiet for the first few minutes, you sat on the carpet of your living room while you waited. you were concerned, actually growing worry that you’ll be hit with bad news. but instead you were hit with a hug and a sniff?

Ꮺ was jason crying? why yes, yes he was. he felt joyful, happy, excited, yet overwhelmed and fearful. but mostly excited by the news!

Ꮺ he let go of you from the hug and showed all four pregnancy test showing positive. you were hit in a state of shock and immediately hugged jason back, crying into his shoulder as he cradled you. the both just were in amazement that you’re going to be parents. you’re going bring a new soul and raise a human being together

Ꮺ worry did start to grow in the both of you, and you both felt it in each other, but jason leveled it by kissing your forehead. he reassured you that both of you will be amazing parents and your child will love you more than you two love each other (quite impossible if I may add but hey)

Ꮺ for the rest of the night, you both continued the baby talk and playfully went back and forth on what the gender will be. you simply don’t care but jason is one hundred percent sure he’s gonna be a girl dad <3

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The L word: Jason Todd x fem!reader

Summary: How the hell did these two end up together? They constantly tease and spite each other.... Well, Jason and Y/N had their banter on at all times, but there were something more behind the surface.

A/N: I caught a cold so this might suck. And I am a sucker for WFA Jason so bear with me......

5 years ago.

Y/N Y/L/N was a part of batfamily since she could remember. Never really adopted, just taken in due to her skills and urge to do something good. Unlike many of the kids Bruce decided to put under his wings, she was more of a teenager when he first offered her his protection and care. Which meant that when she first arrived at the Manor there were like 10 people inside, all eyes on her and it made her feel a bit uncomfortable.

“Hey little one. You must be Y/N. I’m Dick. The oldest brother. So nice to meet you.” the black-haired boy almost crushed her in a tight grip.

“I… um.. hi. I’m not really a hugger, but…..”

“You’ll get used to it. Believe me, you will never have a single alone moment here.” The boy just smiled before letting her go. “Let me introduce you to the others.”

“I am fairly sure we can introduce ourselves.”

“Right. Cause you are the first one to do this.” Dick smirked and rolled his eyes “Y/N, meet my little unruly brother Jason. He’s the black sheep in the family.”

“Looks like he’s proud of this title.” Y/N tilted her head slightly “but from what I heard you prefer color red than black, don’t you?”

“You cracked me. Good for you. At least you know who to look out for.”

“Can’t wait for you to show me if you live up to your name, red.” She smirked and Jason’s eyes glistened a bit.

“All right. That is not disturbing at all” Dick rubbed his forehead “Let’s move on. Where is Tim?”

“Batcave. The entire team is there. Something about debriefing, I guess.” Jason muttered

“And why aren’t you there?”

“Hm. I don’t know. Partially because I don’t give a …..”

“JASON!”

“….and partially because I’m busy.”

“With what exactly?”

“Honestly? Everything else.” He shrugged and resumed his reading.

“I’m so sorry about him, Y/N. Jason can be a little …. Intense.” Dick turned towards the girl apologetically with a bit of embarrassment on his face.

“I can tell.” She smirked watching the other boy carefully. There was something about his attitude and sarcasm that captured her attention.

***

The second she came inside she got Jason’s attention. She was different than any other batkid. She wasn’t like Dick and Steph with all their joy and sunshine and rainbows, and yet she had this quiet optimism inside. She wasn’t like Tim with his workaholic tendencies and yet she always did so much, never talking about it. She was not like Cass and Damian with their assassin origins, and yet there was something about her that warned not to cross path with her. It was like Y/N Y/L/N was a perfect mix of every trait he liked (or rather was willing to slip) and hated about people. A walking contradiction. Oh, and her fluent irony and sarcasm….. She was the only one good enough with that to ever come close to him. And as much as he hated to admit it, he enjoyed their little bantering and spiteful conversations. Which were happening way to often for the comfort of the rest of the family.

“Jason Peter Todd.” She stood in the middle of the room, in front of the couch he was sitting on with her arms crossed over her chest.

“You found out my dirty secret I see.” He smirked, eyes fixed on her face

“Your middle name? Sure, I will never let you live through it.”

“Not sure how I’m gonna survive it.”

“You won’t. Trust me, you won’t. After all, it’s the same name as the one famous boy who never wanted to grow up. Maybe the same happened to you, judging by the way you act sometimes.”

“Really?” he stood up, towering over her, but she did not falter even in the slightest

“Yes.” her face expression was stone cold

“See how much I care. Dick told you at the beginning I’m the black sheep of the family.”

“With that hair you are more like Cruella de Ville of the family.”

“Auch. Y/N. Are you aiming to be Elsa?”

“What? I don’t….”

“ Talking about the Disney villains? You are Elsa from Frozen. So… damn… cold.”

“Elsa was not a villain, you idiot! And besides, since when are you so familiar with Disney movies?”

“Dark times in my life…..”

“Cut the crap. Where the hell is my gear? I know you took it.”

“I did not. I mean, I didn’t literally take it.”

“What did you do, Jason?”

He hung on the rooftop like a flag.

***

2 years ago.

“Are you trying to replace me?” he was leaning on the doorframe watching y/n punch and kick the opponents in a simulation fight.

“I’ve been trying to do that for the last three years. Not much of a success, though.”

“Hm. Maybe it’s time to give up?”

“Nah. Not really my style. I will take you down Todd. Eventually.”

“Sure. You keep telling yourself that.”

“Why are you here, again, Jason? Wanted to have a look at my ass during the training?” she smirked turning around. “Be my guest.”

“Honey. Why do you think we got mirrors in the training room? I got the view onto my ass, that’s all I need.”

“UGH! That is gross!” she flinched

“You asked for it.” He shrugged

“What do you want Todd? I’m busy.”

“No. Angry is what you are. And I don’t like it. I’m the angsty one in this household.”

“You don’t like being dethroned, do you?”

“Y/N.”

“What?!” she turned around so fast that only due to his instincts he avoided being punched right in the face.

“Let’s get some of this energy out.”

“Jason Peter Todd.” She stopped and grabbed her heart “Are you asking me to spar with you?”

“I know, I know. It’s an honor for you. but what can I say, I am feeling generous today.”

“Bring it on, Red.”

***

1 year ago

“How the hell did these two even got together? I mean I get why Jason fell for her, but the other way round?” Tim scratched his head in confusion watching Jason and Y/N tease each other mercilessly on the other side of the table during the family dinner. No one in the universe would guess these two were a couple.

“They are both crazy that is how.” Damian muttered chewing on his veggies.

“I think they are sweet.” Steph grinned and immediately met with two pairs of surprised eyes “what?! They get each other.” She added innocently taking a sip of her drink

“That is ever more concerning….” Tim muttered

On the other side of the table

“You sure you can eat that, Todd? I heard your gear is getting tight in some areas.” Y/N teased him without caring about anyone else being forced to hear it.

“Care to specify what areas you have in mind Y/L/N? Any of them you like more than others?”

“Surely not your head, you pinhead. That helmet will fall off if you don’t adjust it soon.”

“Hm. Speaking about the gear. Some little bird told me you are making changes to yours? Something about the shortage of material?”

“ It’s been a while since I modernized. If Dick could have had his Discowing, maybe I can try something new as well….”

“Care to share any of your ideas?”

“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

“Y/N.”

“Hm, you know, looking at you right now I call back everything I said. You don’t need a helmet at all, your face is already red enough.”

“I hate you.”

“I know. And I don’t care.”

“I’ll take my revenge on you. “

“Is that a promise?”

“COULD YOU TWO JUST STOP IT!?”

“Look what you did, Y/n. You angered the Batman. Now you will have to apologize.”

“How about I kick your ass and humiliate you publicly as a form of compensation?”

***

Now.

“Stop hiding there, you creep. I can see you.”

“ Todd.” The youngest Wayne took a few step forward observing the scene in front of him. Y/N was curled up into Jason’s side, half-asleep, breathing slowly, while one of his arms was wrapped around her, pulling her in softly, the other holding the book he was reading to her out loud.

“What the hell do you want?”

“I…. I wanted to ask you something…..”

“Ask?” he raised an eyebrow and shifted his position slightly not to wake the girl up and still face his brother. “Since when are you asking?”

“Shut up!” he hissed and Y/N squirmed

“No, you shut up, demon. I swear if you wake her, I will make sure you never get any sleep in your life ever again.” Jason growled. Much to his surprise, Damian just looked down a bit saddened “Hey, are you losing your mind more than usual under that dome?”

“I’m thinking. “

“Well that is new.” Jason rolled his eyes.

“I am not good with all this relationship stuff. And I wanted to know….”

“And you came to me to ask?”

“Well in case you did not notice, you are the only one in the family with the girl next to you!” Damian hissed. “Even Grayson failed in that area with his on and off romance.”

“Fair point” Jason smiled and rubbed Y/N’s side affectionately causing her to lean into his touch and humm quietly.

“How?”

“What?”

“How did you do it? You are harsh. You tease her constantly to the point where it becomes mean. You are full of emotions and yet are emotionally unavailable. You tend to be impulsive and act before you think. And you…. you are not really prince charming, Todd.

"Careful with the words there...." Jason warned

"All I'm saying, and we both know that, is that you are not exactly a boyfriend material. So … how?”

“Honestly, I have no idea. Guess I was just myself? Never pretending? Maybe that is why? Because she knew all of me from the beggining? But I don’t know. It's like she sees something more to me” he sighed deeply “there were multiple times when I thought I don’t deserve her, but….”

“What?” Damian was just standing in the room, his face half hidden in the shadows. Even that little menace knew better than to ruin the moment of Jason's honestly and vulnerability.

“I don’t know.” Jason sighed deeply consumed by the thoughts. Just like he said, there have been hundredths and hundredths moments were that little question creeped in his mind. Why? Why did she want him? Of course, he was the best in this family of vigilantes, the most handsome and surely the most skillful, but still… she was just too good for him. And yet, despite his anger, his past, his everything she just accepted him constantly choosing to give him attention (or harassment at times), time and her best (and worse) self. Hell, she adjusted to him, and without even realizing it, he did the same. He adjusted to her. Like two puzzle pieces in a two-piece jigsaw. He felt that every time she was next to him, in his arms and every time he kissed her, but also every time she laughed at him, because he did something stupid and every time she kicked his ass during training and definitely every time she iced him because he went too far in his action, and when he realized how much her presence changed his behavior and how much he wanted and needed her.

“Todd?” Damian almost whispered throwing Jason out of his reverie.

“What?”

“Do you …. love her?”

“Love?” Jason repeated this word, letting it roll of his tongue, his eyes drifting to her beautiful, sleeping face and he smiled like never before, sudden realization dawning on him. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. I love her.” He closed his eyes enjoying the warmth spreading in his chest going up to his cheeks. He never thought about it before neither did he say it “I love her.” He repeated. It sounded nice and right. “And if you ever tell anyone about what just happened, I will….”

“I won’t Todd. Just this one time I’ll keep your secret of your soft side safe. ”

Two brothers looked at each other in the silent agreement. None of them would ever say that but thanks to this little exchange of words a lot of things made sense for both of them. Damian sighed, Jason nodded and the younger one left without saying anything more.

***

Raindrops on the windowsill woke her up. Jason was already awake, lying on his side of the bed, reading a book from the previous night, now keeping his distance from her.

"You're reading our book without me?" she tilted her head, eyeing him carefully.

"Not my fault you fell asleep in the middle of the chapter. Did you think I'll be able to resist continuing?"

“I guess not....." she muttered, her gaze turning a bit sad and it made his heart skip a bit. Did he hurt her?

"Y/N. I didn't mean to...."

"Of course you did. You always do. And I'm gonna explain it to you why I don;t give a damn about it ......” the girl trailed propping herself on the elbow and he immediately looked at her, only slighly surprised. They have been together for a while, but what if she didn't feel the same why about him? What if she didn't L him?

“Do you have anything smart to say, Y/L/N?” he teased rolling his eyes.

“You love me, Jason Todd?” she raised an eyebrow and he turned slightly red. Oh, shit.

“I guess you really are a light sleeper, huh?” that little embarassed tinge in his voice which he tried to cover desperatly did not pass her.

“Um, hello? Did you forget who raised us? Apparently alerted sleep comes in handy. Sometimes.” she moved a bit closer to him smirking. “Jason.” her voice turned a bit more serious. “I need you to be honest with me. Can you handle it?”

“Not sure. Depends on what are you going to say next.” shit, he was shaking in anticipation for her words to come, becoming so freaking nervous.

“Was what you said true? Do you…. do you….?”

“Yes.” There weren’t any sign of hesitation in his voice. However, the harder part was saying the L word to her. How the fuck was it possible that he used it for the first time while speaking to Damian and not her!?

“Well…. Me too.”

“You too what?” he teased grabbing her chin forcing her to look at him and slowly leaning in.

“I too wanna hit your face.”

“Define “hit.” he leaned even closer. “the meaning of the word can vary under given circumstances. Like what do you wanna hit me with?”

“ I’ll let you figure it out by yourself.”

“I can handle that.” He whispered, brushing his lips over hers, so freaking close her breath hitched involuntarily.

“Come on you two lovebirds! Breakfast is on the table! Get up!” Dick busted through the door, making them jump away from one another at once, grinned playfully and disappeared again.

“I’m gonna kill him.” Jason groaned falling back onto the cushions, facing the ceiling and hiding his flushed face in his hands.

“I call dibs on that!” she laughed, quickly getting out of bed.

“You promise?” he grabbed her hand before she left the room, spinning her around to face him.

“Guess you will have to wait and see. Now come on, Alfred will kill us if we’re late for breakfast.” she raised on her toes, pressed her lips against his briefly and rushed off the room. "Last one at the table's a sucker!!"" she yelled loud enough for everyone to hear, causing all the sibilings to run from their rooms to avoid loosing.

Well, all the siblings, except Jay. Poor (or not) boy, was left alone, unable to move a single muscle, wondering why her kiss tasted differently this time.

Maybe it was because he did love her.

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dejwrites · 2 years

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─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ anniversary⠀ 〳 ⠀ jason todd ‵

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀( synopsis ) it's your anniversary with your favorite vigilante

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — reader discretion is advised: female reader, female anatomy described, profanity, written with black reader in mind, the same jason & y/n from make up & office quickies, handcuff usage, cowgirl/riding position, blindfold usage, breast play, slight submissive jason, oral (m.receiving), flashback in italics, feminine pet names, masculine pet names usage ( pretty boy), power kink (kinda), cum swallowing, technically should have saved this idea for december but whatever, wc: 3k, minors dni

YOUR HEELS CLICKED AGAINST MARBLE FLOORS GLANCING AROUND YOUR SURROUNDINGS. You've been in Wayne Manor so many times, but your eyes still glance around in complete shock. The foyer was the size of your apartment if you were going, to be honest with yourself. You could feel Jason tugging on your jacket to help you take it off. The home felt so warm compared to the wintery weather outside that went well with the Christmas season.

Jason thought killing two birds with one stone was an excellent idea. While also celebrating the Christmas holidays with his family, he also managed to include your anniversary plans also. Just your luck; your one-year anniversary landed on Christmas Eve. Your week has been filled with not only being in the company of Jason Todd and his quite extravagant family but endless dates and spoiling for Jason to show that he cherished you. You had just returned from your anniversary dinner, and the manor was as quiet as ever. You assumed everyone must have finally gone to sleep. Just anticipated the Christmas joy the following morning of opening presents and being around loved ones.

Your lips parted to talk about how you enjoyed yourself, but Jason threw you over his shoulder in one quick motion. You yelped rather loudly as you could feel him climbing the stairs. "Might want to quiet down, princess. You don't want to wake the whole house, do you?" Jason questioned as his callous hands playfully slapped at your plush bottom while you were over his shoulder.

You yelped again, but this time in your hand that was covering your mouth from your giggles. "You could have given me a warning." You said as he finally reached the top of the stairs and made his way to his room.

His expensive dress shoes caused the wooden floors to creak under him with each step he made in the dark halls. "You know, I have a surprise for you, Mr. Todd." You said.

Your body relaxed as soon as you got a whiff of the familiar scent of Jason's room. He placed you on the bed and stood over your body while undoing the blue tie around his neck. His fingers drag through his hair as he chuckles at your statement, "A surprise, huh? What type of surprise?" He asked.

You could feel him grab a hold of your ankle to unstrap the heels you wore. Even such a small gesture caused your skin to heat immediately. You watched him remove your other heel before saying, "I want to try something new. Clearly, we know where this is heading."

Jason peppers your ankle with subtle kisses. "And where exactly is this heading?" He questions.

"You know..." Your voice trails off as you meet Jason's eyes.

They were so mesmerizing to the point that you sometimes forgot what you were saying when you stared at them. "You did say I need to keep it down so I won't wake the others." You glance up at him through your eyelashes innocently. "I should be saying the same to you."

"Oh." Jason's lips formed an astonishing o shape. He blinks a couple times after dropping your ankle.

You prompt yourself on your shoulders to get a better view of him. Even staring at him caused your lace panties to soak and clutch your thighs closer together. Jason would lean down, his hands that have done many unthinkable crimes caressing your thighs. His face is just inches away from yours. "Everyone knows you're a screamer, Y/N." He kisses the corner of your mouth teasingly.

"Fuck Jason. You're fucking me so well. This pussy belongs to you, Jay." Jason's voice pitches higher, completely mocking your past sexual experience of moaning out for him when you to have sex.

"Roy's face gets so red every time he sees you. Remember?" Jason's hands are inching up the dress.

You chuckle at his statement. You remembered vividly Roy crashing at Jason's apartment across town around the same time you also were staying there due to issues in your apartment. Jason swore up and down that Roy was a heavy sleeper, but the morning after, as you nicely cooked the two breakfasts—the red-headed hero could not look you in the eyes. When he did, his cheeks grew as red as the hair on top of his head.

Your hands couldn't help but roam your boyfriend's body. You're leaning in to kiss him, the scent of wine lingering your lips and whispering, "You said he was a heavy sleeper."

"Like I have stated, you are screamer." Jason's tugging on the dress you wore. Signaling that he was ready to start what he's been hinting since the start of dinner.

"Are you going to let me try what I have planned or what?" You kiss his lips subtle and could feel him melt into your touch.

It was sick how much of a hold you had on Jason Todd. You could smile at him, and he's a blushing mess. You could give him those adorable doe eyes while glancing up at him through eyelashes to have him in your little office helping you file some things. You had Red Hood in the palm of your hand, and he wasn't budging.

Jason recalled that it had always been like that. When he met you, he knew that you would be a critical person in his life. Slowly helping him piece himself back together again to be whole. Maybe that's why his light eyes lit up when he first saw you. Something in him just clicked. Now here you were a year later, clutching at each other as if it was the end of the world. He would not have expected this a year ago when he met you in an elevator.

Your heels clicked against the freshly shined floors as you did a light jog in the lobby. You could hear the person at the main desk tell you to stop running, but you were running late. It wasn't like you to be late, especially when you worked for Bruce Wayne. You viewed it as if you could be replaceable in a blink of an eye—granted, you were one of the best in your department. However, it wouldn't shock you if this could land you in some deep shit. You could see the elevator door about to close, and the one rude guy that works in the mail room even leaned forward to press a button to prompt the elevator door to close quickly.

The elevator door was so close to closing in your face that an arm stopped it from shutting, causing the door to snap back open. You let out a sigh of relief as you stepped into the elevator, and your eyes met with this guy. It was his arm that stopped the elevator door, and your mind couldn't even allow you to thank him. You were completely astonished by his handsome looks. The way his eyes glistened brightly under the elevator light. His nicely shaped jawline to his plush pink shaded lips. His messy black hair was also imprinted with a patch of white. His black t-shit and brown leather jacket hugged his upper half so well that you could see that he was shaped like a Greek god. He was breathtaking.

"Thank you." You firmly said as you realized you were staring.

You could hear the familiar elevator noise signaling that it had stopped on a floor, and just your luck, it was yours. You gave the gentleman one last smile before stepping off the elevator just in time to hear your co-worker tell you that you guys had a meeting in ten minutes.

The thing is, you thought about the mysterious man that held the elevator for you all day. He couldn't escape your mind no matter how many work-related things you let cloud your judgment.

But it did take you by shock when you were at your desk doing your tasks for the day, and the mysterious man found his way back to you. As much as he was on your mind within the day, as Jason Todd was visiting Bruce—he couldn't let the cute girl he saw in the elevator get away.

Maybe that's why Jason put his trust in you to try this thing you were so curious to do to him. You just had that charm that put him under a spell he couldn't quite describe.

Oh yeah, Barbara and Cassandra would call it being lovesick. Jason Todd was lovesick when it came to you.

The crisp air in his room hit his skin, causing it to be decorated with tiny goosebumps. His wrist bounded in handcuffs that were connected to the headboard, and his eyes couldn't stay off you as you were teasingly letting the skimpy dress you wore tumble tonight to the ground. He could break out of the handcuffs in a blink of an eye, but he would rather play along with your games. His head falls back on the pillow that was behind his head, and he lets his tongue wet his lips, just stargazing at your body.

It was just something so elegant with the way the moon shined through his window to illuminate the way the fusion-colored two-piece lingerie set hugged your body. The dark-haired vigilante was going insane now that he realized his wrists were handcuffed and he couldn't touch you the way he wanted.

"So, you're taking my eyesight away also?" Jason's head cocks to the side, and his eyebrows raise at you.

"They do say your other senses heighten when you take one away." You respond promptly as you straddle his lap.

You hear him let out a hiss when your cunt grinds slightly against his hardened cock. You smirk, leaning forward to place the blindfold on his eyes. "Just relax, Jay," You coo before you litter his toned chest with kisses.

Red lipstick marks staining his skin, and a sigh of relief escapes from Jason's mouth, finally feeling your lips on him. It was like a piece of ice being placed on something hot just to cool it down. Your kisses all the way down to his waist. Your lips curl into a smirk when you let your tongue drag across his v-line. He whithers under your touch, and you can hear him curse.

Your lips pursed before you kissed his thick tip that glistened with precum. Pooling saliva in your mouth and soon letting your tongue drag across the shaft of his member. Your hands slowly became wet due to your saliva, but that wasn't a problem considering the preference for how Jason liked his head. Your tongue glides back up to swirl around his pink-shaded tip teasingly.

Before Jason could complain about your senseless teasing, you began to bite his cock into your mouth. The erotic sound of his thick tip-tapping at the back of your throat caused you to gag. Your hands start to coat with your saliva before you gravitate your head up and down. Even taking it upon yourself to get comfortable between his thighs as you suck on him like your favorite lollipop.

You could tell by the sound of the silver handcuffs ruffling against the bedpost that he wanted his hand to take comfort on the back of your head. Just so he can press your head down so you can take him fully., just like he liked it. The flat of your tongue glides around the one noticeable vein on Jason's cock that always appeared when he was rock hard for you.

"Shit." Jason groaned as soon as he felt your mouth on his dick again. His wrist wiggles around in the handcuffs, and his head sinks further into the pillow behind him.

His toned thighs trembled under your touch and your mouth as he attempted to back away from your mouth being on him. You could hear the sound of silver handcuffs clashing against the headboard post. The thing is, you knew Jason was capable of breaking the handcuffs—but he was being such a good boy by not doing that. Not wanting to ruin what you wanted to do.

Your hand massages his thighs as your head bobs up and down. It was like a basketball being dribbled but much messier. The sheets below your body are stained with saliva, and your tears have your mascara running down your heated cheeks. Jason's whines were like a sweet tune to your ears that you wouldn't mind hearing every day when you woke up.

His body went through a couple of spasms, and eventually, you felt thick ropes of cum stain your tongue. You swallowed every droplet of Jason's cum and removed yourself with a dramatic pop. The back of your hand went to wipe the mess that dribbled off your lips. You eagerly perched up on your knees before straddling your boyfriend's lap after removing your panties. Despite his intense moments inside your mouth, he is eager for him. His cock twitched against your wet folds. You glanced at his wrists, which were beginning to form a red mark due to his constantly shifting.

You leaned down so that your bruised lips barely brushed against his earlobe and whispered, "We can stop for the evening, pretty boy, if you can't handle it."

Your tongue glides across the brim of his earlobe teasingly while your wet cunt grinds against his cock. You could feel it twitch against your warm body before you reached behind to position it to bully its way into your pussy. Your other hand that wasn't grasping at his cock would pull off the blindfold that covered those charming eyes you adored—you wanted to see the look of despair on your boyfriend's face.

"Just say the word if you can't handle it." Your voice oozes with so much sex appeal while cooing lightly.

Those words came back to haunt you when you heard the sound of the handcuffs snapping from the bedpost. Jason's now free hands grasped your waist and slammed you on his cock without hesitation. Your lips gasped apart to let out a broken whimper, and your fingers grabbed at the first thing you could—which was Jason. Your eyes lolly in the back of your head, feeling him stretch you out bit by bit.

You felt the cool metal of the handcuffs brushing at your heated skin with each rock of your hips. "That's not fair. You said you wouldn't break them." Your lips form a cute pout down at Jason.

He sits up to place a kiss on your lips before you can screech out his name. "I couldn't handle the teasing, princess." He mumbles against your lips, eventually letting his teeth nibble on the plumpness of your lower lip.

You went to pull away from his needy kiss, but the taste of his tongue interrupted any thoughts that were in your mind and words that were going to spill out your mouth. Your fingers intertwined in his hair in an attempt to bring him closer. His fingertips bruised your waist while you cockwarmed him briefly while the two of you indulged in the taste of each other. It was Jason tugging away to litter your neck with nibbles and kisses before his large hands moved your hips for some form of friction he broke out the handcuffs of the bedposts for.

It just was something so intimate with the position you two were in. A lewd lotus sex position that gave you two so much excess to each other. From the sensational feeling of riding Jason's cock to the warm feeling of his soft lips on your golden brown skin. Your moans echoed in his ear while he brought you closer to his toned body. His hands guided your hips and his lips never left a body part of yours. You felt him kissing all over your neck—knowing precisely what he was doing.

You push Jason back down on the bed so you can regain control. Your neck is littered with marks that claimed you as his, and the way you cooed his name seductively proved it. You were his, and he was yours—the year-long relationship shoved that you two were bound to be together.

But for now, he broke out the handcuffs that were supposed to be the main point of you being in charge, so you had to remind him just that.

The headboard crashed against the cream-colored walls as your hips began to rock at the pace Jason adored. Slow and sensual, just so he could savor the moment of your cunt gripping around him. It was enough speed to cause both of you a groaning mess. However, it was also enough to push Jason further to the edge to have him cum.

"Babe, I'm going to cum." Jason breathed out.

You could feel his fingers piercing your waist with how tightly he gripped it. His eyes twinkled up at you as if you were a gorgeous fallen angel that granted his presence. His heart was racing at the mere thought of cumming inside you.

"Go ahead, baby," You uttered through your moans of separation. "You want to cum inside, hm?" Your lips form an innocent smile.

Jason couldn't even respond with a sarcastic comment due to the intense feeling of your addicting cunt gripping his cock. His breath hitched in his throat as he could feel himself cum. He felt your nails grasping at his chest as your poorly attempted to ride out your orgasm. Completely overstimulating yourself and coming undone just for Jason, it didn't hit you that you came so severely that your limps trembled when you finally collapsed upon Jason's sweat-coated chest.

Jason gently tugged you next to him, figuring you two should get up and shower before falling asleep. However, he could hear your soft, exhausted sigh before speaking as you were cuddled next to him.

"Is it too late to tell you that I don't know where the keys to the handcuffs are?" You mumbled.

At the head of the moment, Jason didn't even notice that he still had half of the handcuffs bound on each of his wrists. "We should get up and find them. Would hate to explain this to the others tomorrow." He responds.

He was met with your silence before he realized that the passionate sex tired you out.

"Or I guess, I'll find the keys to the handcuffs."

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a1307s · 5 months

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Birthday Girl

(Batboys)

[Art is not mine! Credit to huyandere]

Request By: OliviaBrady821

Keys:

Y/N - Your Name

N/N - Nick Name

Word Count: 2,728

Warnings and/or Pre-notes:

'Ukht: Sister (Arabic)

Tayir Saghir: Little Bird (Arabic)

Eid milad saeid 'Ukhti: Happy Birthday, Sister (Arabic)

Shukran lan 'ayuha altaayir alsaghir: Thank you, Little Bird (Arabic)

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The bright sun creeping into my room slowly draws me out of my peaceful sleep. I rub my eyes gently to rid the sleep from them. "Good morning, Miss Y/N," A voice says from across my room. Slowly I open my eyes, just to be met with Alfred standing by my windows, drawing back the heavy red fabric. "Are you excited for your big day?" The old man asks with a small smile on his worn face.

"Yes I am," I answer back, sitting up in my bed to stretch the sleep out of my limbs. "Do you know what the boys have planned for me?" I ask joy over taking me with the hope Alfred will spill the secret plans my brothers have made for my special day.

"Yes I do, and no I will not tell you," Alfred says, washing all the hope out of me. I let out a soft whine of dismay, getting a soft chuckle from my make-shift grandfather. "Come down to breakfast when you're ready Miss Y/N, I have plenty of options this morning," Alfred says, swiftly walking across the room to the side of my bed. "Happy Birthday, Dear," He says before kissing my forehead. Alfred leaves after that, leaving me alone in my room.

I lay in bed for a few more minutes, enjoying the few silent moments of today before the craziness begins. Before I move from my bed there's a knock at my door. "N/N? Are you awake yet?" Comes the voice of one of my brothers.

"Come in!" I chirp out, rolling onto my side to see which one walks in. The stained oak door swings up to reveal Jason Todd in my doorway. His smile is huge on his face and his eyes are almost sparkling as they look at me. "Good morning Zombie Boy," I say with a huge smile on my face.

"Good morning, Birthday Girl," Jay says back, walking over to the side of my bed. "Are you ready to get out of bed yet?" He asks, getting the response of my head shaking no. "Alright, move over," Jason says, wrapping his arms under me and shifting me over. Jay lets go of me, but lays his arm over my waist as soon as he lets go; his other arm is under his head as a cushion. His thumb rubs soft circles into my back as he looks down at me. "What do you want to do today?"

"I'm not sure, but I'm pretty confident you guys have my day planned out," I say back to the graying boy next to me.

His smile grows and he lets out an airy chuckle. "You're not completely wrong, I even have your outfit planned out," Jason tells me before leaning down and softly kissing the crown of my head. "You want to see it?"

"Yes!" I yell, shooting up in bed. I crawl over Jason, getting a bone shoved into my side and with no doubt shoving a few of my own into Jay. "What does it look like? What color is it? Is it a skirt?!" I ask, settling my feet onto the ground and heading for the door.

"Maybe, you'll have to wait and see," Jason says, following right behind me. "Just know you'll like it," He says, grabbing my waist as we head into the hallway. Jay duck waddles behind me until we get to his room. When we do get to his door, Jason reaches around me to turn the nob.

When the door opens I'm met with the smell of blood, oil, and Jason's woody smelling cologne. The room is coated in darkness as Jay softly pushes me inside. Once we're both across the threshold, he flips on the light. His room is a mess. There's clothes everywhere, dishes stacked up on the nightstand, and abandoned bloody bandages around the room. On the red bed sheets is a big black box with a huge red ribbon tied up on it. Through the bow is one single rose. "Is that for me?" I ask, tilting my head back to look up at Jason.

"Yes it is. You can open it if you want."

As soon as the words are out of Jason's mouth, I rush towards the bed, being sure to avoid tripping on anything laying out. I crawl on the bed before picking up the box and laying it on my lap. Jason chuckles again, crossing the room and sitting across from me. "What's in it? Shoes?" I ask, shaking the box gently.

"Ya there's a pair of shoes in there along with the rest of your outfit," Jaybird says, folding his foot underneath himself and laying back on his hands. "Open it."

Gently I pull the string of the ribbon inorder to undo it. I gently set the ribbon down on the bed - along with the rose - before pulling up the lid of the present box. The first thing I see is a pair of dark black flats. I take them out of the box and carefully look over them. "If they're not the right size I still have the receipt so we can change them out today," Jay tells me as he carefully watches me look over my box.

I nod my head in agreement before pulling out the next thing from the box. It's a long sleeved black shirt with a deep V-neck on it. "It's super soft," I say, running my fingers over the fabric.

"I know. I made Tim help me pick it out because I know you're really sensitive about your fabric."

I softly smile up at Jason before pulling out the next piece of fabric. It's a plaid fabric skirt with a criss-cross tie on the front. Underneath the skirt are some ruffles, causing me to frown. Jason instantly notices, pulling out the last thing from the box. "I know you don't like the feel of the ruffled fabric on your skin so I got you some tights. If it still feels weird we can trade out your skirt for something else if you like."

"I'm sure it'll feel fine," I mumble, climbing into Jason's lap. "Thank you for the outfit, I love it," I tell him, kissing the side of his cheek before snuggling into his chest.

"I'm glad you like it, N/N," Jay says back, wrapping his arms around my back.

There's a knock at the door before it swings open, and a very chatty Damian walks in. "Jason have you seen-" Damian stops in his tracks, his eyes locked on me. "Oh, there you are! Alfred asked me to come make sure you didn't fall asleep because 'breakfast will get cold,'" Dami finishes, walking towards the bed, dragging me off of Jason, and sitting between us. "I think you should get dressed and walk downstairs with me. Jason knock it off!" Damian yaps as Jason pokes his cheek.

"Maybe I would if you could learn some manners," Jason snaps back before he stands up. "I'll see you when you come downstairs," He says, turning his attention to me before he walks out of his room.

"You should get dressed so we can have breakfast. Oh is that the outfit Jason got you? He was telling me about it. I don't quite like him getting you skirts, it's preposterous if I do say so myself. There is no reason he should be getting you clothes, even if it is your birthday. Do you think he likes you? I hope not or else I would have to fight him for your honor, since you are my sister and as your brother it is my job to protect you. It would be a ridiculous fight of course, seeing how I'd win. Honestly Y/N, are you not dressed yet?!" By the time Damian ends his speech his cheeks are red and his eyebrows are knitted together on his head.

"I'm not changing with you looking at me, Dami. I'm pretty sure that's more disrespectful than Jason getting me a skirt," I sass back, rolling my eyes at my overprotective little brother.

"Right, of course," Damian says, getting off of the bed and heading to the bathroom. He leaves the door cracked open - probably to give me another speech. The lid to the toilet seat squeaks as Damian sits down. "As I was saying-" My little brother begins.

As Damian rumbles on about how 'peculiar' and 'unordinary' Jason's relationship with me is, I work on taking off my bedclothes and pull on the outfit Jason had gotten me.

"-and for another thing, he's like nineteen! Why in the world would a nineteen year old want anything to do with my sister?"

"Have you ever thought that maybe Jason just sees me as a sister?" I ask Damian, pushing open the bathroom door so he can see my outfit.

"One, Jason Todd is a predator-" Dami starts as he stands up from his make-shift seat.

"We're trained assassins, I'm pretty confident that I'm more of a predator than Jason."

Damian pushes off my comment with a glare. "Two, you're a child!"

"I'm less of a child than you are but okay."

"And three!" Damian says louder than before, "You do look very nice, *'Ukht,"

A big smile forms on my face as I walk towards my little brother. "Aw! Dami! Your emotions are showing!" I tease, wrapping my arms around him.

"Unhand me woman," He says, wiggling out of my arms and heading out of the bathroom. "Hurry up, I would like to eat your birthday breakfast now." If I didn't know my brother like I do I wouldn't have been able to hear the smile in his voice.

"I'm coming *Tayir Saghir," I say, following Damian out of Jason's room.

The manor is silent but beautiful as Damian and I walk through it. The dust throughout the old house almost seems like meltless snow piled up in thin layers around the furniture. The closer we get to the dining room, the less silent the house seems to be. "Wait here," Damian says when we get outside the dining room doors.

I obey Damian's wish and wait outside the door. I can hear some hushes and Dick's excited voice behind the door, which causes the smile on my face to grow even more. "Be quite," Damian hisses into the room as he walks back out to me. "My apologize, *'Ukht," Dami says, looking up to me with a small yellow box in his hands. "Dick is very excited," He briefly explains.

"I can tell," I say back bending down so my head is leveled with Damian's shoulders. I can hear the shuffling of Damian opening the box and taking out my birthday flower crown. He gently sets it on my head and messes with my hair and the short streamers on the crown before tapping my shoulder.

I stand back up before looking down at my brother. His eyes are a bit water and his mouth quivers, trying to keep in his sobs. "*Eid milad saeid 'Ukhti," Damian whispers before wrapping his hands around my waist and snuggling his face into my chest.

"*Shukran lan 'ayuha altaayir alsaghir," I whisper back, running my hand through his hair.

We stay like this for a few minutes; my hand running through Damian's hair and him snuggled into me. Damian finally pulls away from me when there's a knock at the dining room door. "Hurry up Dami! I want to see the birthday girl!" Dick shouts, continuing to bang on the door.

"We're coming! We're coming!" Damian snaps back before grabbing my hand and pushing open the door.

"Happy Birthday!" Everyone shouts as I enter the room.

"Thank you!" I say back with a soft giggle.

"Come sit down, I want to eat," Damian says, dragging me towards our normal seats. At the head of the table sits Bruce, like expected. To his left is Damian's normal seat with me sitting next to him, and finally Alfred on my otherside. On Bruce's right is Richard, followed by Tim, and then Jason. All the boys are seated - other than Alfred - all excitedly waiting for me to sit.

Like the gentleman he is, Damian pulls out my chair and pushes it in for me once I'm seated. "Happy Birthday, Y/N," Bruce says once Damian is finally seated. "I would like you to open your present from me before Alfred serves breakfast.

"Come on! I want to eat!" Damian whines, straining out the word 'eat'.

"Damian, hold your tongue," I hiss into his ear, gently placing my hand on his.

"Ya, ya, ya," Dami says back, rolling his eyes and slumping in his chair.

Bruce excuses himself from the table and leaves the room for a few seconds. When he gets back he's holding a small red box. "I know it's not much but I didn't know what to get you," He says, setting the small box on the plate in front of me before sitting back down.

"I appreciate anything you get me, Father," I say back, a tight smile on my face because of the word 'father' tasting like metal in my mouth. Everyone watches me as I carefully open up the box. Inside is an expensive gold necklace dripping in diamonds. "Thank you, Father." I tell him, setting the necklace back into the box and setting it off to the side.

"I'm glad you like it," Bruce answers back, picking up his newspaper and coffee mug to go back into his own world.

Dick glances at the kitchen door and then me before reaching underneath the table. "Alfred isn't ready yet so you can open your present from me too!"

"Dick! You didn't have to get me anything," I tell him, smiling huge at my big brother.

"Nonsense! You're my own sister! It's my job to spoil you!" He says, setting a big pink box on the table and carefully pushing it across the table.

"What is it?" I ask, carefully undoing the tape on the colorful box. Richard ignores my question, continuing to watch me open the present. When I get it open I'm met with pink zig zag papers. "Please don't tell me you just got me paper," I tease, dipping my hand into the box. My fingers rub against cool plastic, which I wrap my fingers around. I tug it out of the box and look over it. It's a bottle of rose petal perfume.

"So I couldn't remember what your perfume was called and I didn't want to go through your room so I bought all of them," Dick says sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

"You bought all of them?" I ask, looking at the stupidest Robin at this table.

"Ya, I ordered every perfume that Bath and Body Works has," He answers, his face turning red from embarrassment.

I giggle at Richard as I put the bottle back. "Well I'll have plenty of perfume for a while."

"That's the understatement of the year," Damian grumbles, poking his head up and looking through my box.

"Ya, ya, ya," Tim says, ducking his head under the table. "We get it, you're over the top perfect, Dick," He continues, pulling out a medium sized box. "This one is from me."

Damian - struggles to - move the present from Richard back onto the ground so I have room for Tim's present. I gently take the box from Tim, making sure not to move it too much because knowing Tim, it's going to be some kind of electronic device. I gently set the box down before opening the top. Sitting inside some tissue paper is a baby blue polaroid camera and some polaroid papers. "Tim," I whisper, taking the camera out of the box. "I love it!" I say, holding up the camera and putting Tim in the frame.

"I'm glad you do. I know you've been talking about wanting to get into photographing so I figured this would be a nice start," Timothy says, smiling at me.

"Are you guys ready for breakfast?" Alfred asks, walking through the kitchen door with his little breakfast cart packed full of my favorite foods.

"Finally!" Diamina cheers, getting a small smile from everyone at the table.

#damian wayne #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #batfam #batman #redhood #red robin #dc robin

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siremasterlawrence · 5 months

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Gotham City By Hypnosis

Bruce Wayne’s Wayne Tech company is off to a sizzling ending to the day when the ole building alarm alert system came on blaring loudly.

Bruce loses his mind getting up as the doors seal closed completely with the window and the steel shuddering all the way down locks them in place.

Bruce panics when his officer walks slide to the side of the room as Superman and good toe shoes Captain America waltz into the room.

“What are you two doing here?”

“We are here to offer assistance if you want.”

“Why lie? We are here to arrest you menace of Gotham.”

“Hilarious! My city is well protected.”

“You mean preyed on”

“Clark look out”

“Kryptonite huh?”

“Does not work on me anymore?”

“What kind of magic is this “

“A wonderful treat”

“You have transformed “

“He is found his proper palace”

“Kneeling at my feet”

“Who are you?”

“Your future Master”

“I bow to no one “

“Are you aiding me or him?”

“Foolish Bruce”

“Boys reach over and collect him”

“Yank them to the side”

“Perfection! Bring him to me “

“Yes Sir”

“Yes Master “

“I shall never submit”

“I am cupping your face for sheer understanding “

“I own you, you see this device on your fore head and sleep”

“Yes Masted! Command me”

Clark and Steve lift up Bruce placing him on the desk laying him straight spreading his body turning him to the side for me to see him on fully on display.

The man placed his finger on to the altering mind control chip pressing on the center of it as the emblem on it glows extravagantly shining throughout the entire building.

Bruce falling in to a deep slumber standing on each side of him, three gleefully with a hell of a joy as a certain blue and black tight leather costumed man.

Lands on to the window sill he cracks it a bit open slipping in to catch us unknowingly but a foot hits him on pressure points and he is tumbling.

Face forward on the floor both men put a foot on him pinning him down for me to walk to him and placing the chip on his head as he going under.

A Hypnotic mind link activated linking those two together soon they both feel like the floor is breaking from under him as the two hit rock bottom.

They shift Bruce to the side leaving him next to Dick the man smooths his hands off of his face then cupping it in to a sweet long and sexy kiss.

Both guys are sitting in a chair suddenly you know they are totally strapping them both down and leaving them mindless and a absolute husk.

Clark and Steve move even closer inching to my sides they wrap over my waist kissing my neck slowly and hugging me leaving my scent on them.

“Sorry Dick”

“You will see Master is ideal “

“He is God”

“Yyyyeeesssss”

“He is everything “

“God you are both hard”

“And smiling “

“Scary”

“Yes sexy”

“Call him Master”

“Master Lawyer “

“Master! Master! Are you there?”

“Yes my pet “

“Take my hands”

“Wrap me in your arms”

“Bruce”

“Dick”

“I am your God”

“Sir Yes Sir”

“Strip me with your eyes”

“Love my glorious body it I s all we crave

“The name is Red Hood”

“Soooo”

“Bruce and Dick”

“Yes Master”

“Wake up “

“Kick his ass”

“Yes Sire”

“I do it all”

“We love you “

“Get over here Brat”

“You need a spanking “

“A proper reprogramming “

“Master needs to save you “

“Help to rehabilitate you”

“Such a lost soul”

“I am back bitches”

“Enough Jason Todd”

“Insolent young man”

“Let me go”

“Fuck you !”

“SHUT UP!”

“Punch him”

“Grab his neck”

“Kiss me”

“I categorically refuse “

“Oh yeah! Stop being so turned on”

“I am not hard”

“Look at your pants”

“Smack him again”

“Without any effort the device lites him up on his forehead and transcends him in to total enslavement.”

The end

#ben affleck #bruce wayne #batman #dick grayson #brenton thwaites #nightwing #curran walters #jason todd #red hood #mind control chip #mind link #hypnosis #mind control #hypno slave #reprogramming #hypno submission #Super Enslavement

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luvly-writer · 1 year

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“You are my sunshine”

Part 40: This love of ours

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Jason Todd x Latina! Reader

Social media Au

Status: Finished

Warnings: writing between pictures!

Author’s Note: AND A THIRD ONE!?!?!? We on a roll todayyyyyy!!!!! ENJOY!

Taglist: @lorosette @nanas-teatime @izukuisbaby @writing-for-the-hell-of-it @unofficial-jaytodd-wife @graywrites5567 @addictedtothefictionalworld @halleest @randobeetlehouse @prettyacademia00 @tamimemo @jasontodd-artemisgrace4life @mxtokko

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a beach day was precisely what Jason and you needed after all the excitement of last week.

your trip had been going amazing and it was your last week here before going back to Gotham.

The first week you had spent it touring the island. Sometimes your mom would join you both, but it was mainly Jason and you. You wanted to show him all of the places you loved from your home. From beaches to plazas to San Juan and so forth, you showed everything you could to him and he adored it. Absolutely loved it. From the food, to the people, yo the music, Jason was at awe of your island. Spanish was rolling of his tongue easily and well let’s just say it was very hard to keep your hands off each other. The first week was amazing

The second, Jason met the rest of your family and boy did they love him. It is no secret that Jason is a sight for sore eyes. 6 foot tall, body that look like it was hand sculpted by Michelangelo himself to resemble a greek god, black hair with the white streak, dashing teal captivating eyes, straight white teeth, and now sporting a tan that made his skin glow, the Caribbean looked great on Jason. It’s no secret why sometimes you would wake up a little too late for things with you body a little too sore (wink wink). And because of that, the women in your family went wild. The second you brought this tank of a man home, you older cousins were left with their jaws dropped and your tias were already whispering with excitement. You had this one tia who was constantly competing with your mom for reasons you learned not to question long ago, who would constantly compare your achievements with one of your cousins, Sabrina, who was your same age to see who could one you the other and because of that your mother was busting with smugness. Her architect daughter who was a Wayne scholarship student and is a self made woman just brought home a man, that was not just attractive but the son of Bruce Wayne himself. You had warned Jason of this and seeing it himself, he was throughly amused. Oh his ego was through the ROOF. Your younger cousins were looking at him in awe, the girls with a small blush and the boys with admiration. Your tips were already smirking to themselves, thinking of which stories to share of their precious niece in order to welcome the new man into the family. And your grandmother, bless her heart, she clapped in happiness and rushed ti hug you both. “Ay mi niiiiiiña, desde cuando no te veo! Ay lo mucho q te e extrañado” she says as she hugs you tightly and you swear your heart fills with so much joy it will burst. She then turns to look at Jason and brings him for a tight hug and gushes over him, making him red in the face. “Ay pero que muchacho tan guapo! Dios te bendiga, espero q tengas hambre q hay mucho para comer” she said and Jason responded bashfuly, “Bendicion, dama, muchas gracias por recibirme en su casa”. Hearing the perfect spanish roll of him, big part of your family let out a sigh in relief. You smile at the exchange and once your abuelita leaves, you introduced him to the rest of your family. They adored him. The smaller kids would take turns on his shoulders, wanting to feel tall, the teens were all asking him questions. They boys thought he was the coolest thing to ever exist and the girls couldn’t stop telling you hot he was, making you laugh. Overall, it was such a nice night. At some point, you were too busy with everyone else, that you hadn’t notice Jason take you grandma and your mom outside for a sec.

You mom and your grandmother both stared up at him as he cleared his throat. “(your moms name) um (your grandmas name), las saque un momento por que quería pedirles su bendición para casarme con Yn, i know you have all been through so much and i admire your resilience, love, determination and strength, because of that, siento que son las personas indicadas para pedirles esto” he said and your mom brought her hands to her face, tears wanting to go down. You grandmother sniffed and took his hands smiling she said, “i never thought i’d live to see the day my darling granddaughter got married, thank you for making her so happy, tienes mi bendición”. With that she brought him to a hug, whipped her tears and left, leaving Jason alone with your mom.

Your mom smiled and whipped her tears, “Bueno, you are a good boy Jason, Yn has told me about everything, the whole fighting thing included” at that Jason opened his eyes but your mother shushed him before he could interrupt ,”don’t worry, cariño, confía que your secret is safe with me, plus im her mother coño, she can’t keep anything away from me. You are a good man, Jason. Sometimes we have to do immoral things to keep the one we love safe and that doesn’t make us bad. You and your family protect the city and the world i assume correct?” Jason nods and your mother continues, “then all i ask as i give you this blessing is to protect my little girl with the same passion and determination you put into your job. Esa niña es mi mundo, I got her out of the darkness, please keep her out.” She squeezes Jason’s hand and pulls him for a hug, Jason whispers in her ear, “I will protect her with everything that i have in this world, until my dying breath” and you mom pulls back whiles her tears and laughs. “Well, why don’t we go back to the party, i’m sure we will have even more reasons to celebrate soon” she says with a wink and both laugh. They walk back to the party where the celebrations continued.

After that party, everytime Jason and you were together, your mother and grandmother would send knowing excited looks to each other, waiting for you to make the announcement. The week carried on, with Jason and you enjoying time with your family. You went to the beach even more, visited el Junque, and went on road trips around the island. Your family adored him

Finally the third week arrived, and you both decided to stay the first two days in the hotel, it was at walking distance to a beach so you both had decided that on the second day you would go and have a picnic at the beach.

You had taken pictures, gotten in the water, laid down and read a book together, kissed, cuddled, ordered a pizza, the day couldn’t get any better.

You were busy trying to take pictures of the beach to send to the group chat you had with Nola, Barbara, Cass, and Steph, with your back to Jason.

“you know, some day, we should bring the whole Wayne Family here, they would love it! I mean now that you know my family, they will want to meet yours, and I just know Juan Pablo will want to show Damian all of the animals en la finca! Omg they would get along so well Jason! Although i would be a bit weary with Dick and his flirtatious tendencies with the girls, oh Lord they would be insoportable. What do you think?” you say as you start to laugh but stop quickly when you hear silence. “Jay” you say and turn around to find Jason standing there nervously, eyes watery, “oh my..baby qué pasó?” you say and Jason clears his throat.

“Yn, um you know, you flipped my life upside down the minute you came to it. I never thought I deserved good things. A poor kid from crime ally, who had the luck of getting adopted by a billionaire only to be killed a few years later by a maniac clown, and once I was resuscitated, i believed I deserved nothing. I believed that love was a myth, that love was a lie and that that lie would never ever deceive me. I have fought, I have killed, I have wronged and hurt people, and frankly, there were times I didn’t think i was a good man. Yes, my family has helped a lot, and i recognize their love for me, but you my dear, you were a breathe of fresh air in a world where i had been drowning for a long time. You were that light in the darkness, the calm in the storm. You are my sunshine in the midst of the darkness. You showed me i’m allowed to have good things and be loved. You helped with mending the bonds that had been broken with my family, you helped mend the heart that was broken by life, you helped bring life to the shell of a man i found myself being sometimes.” Jason sniffed, tears running down his face. You could feel your very own tears going down your cheeks, one of your hands was on you chest, above your heart, feeling the accelerated thumps of your heartbeat, and the other was covering your opened mouth. “Baby, mi niña bonita, mi princesa, mi sol, mi luna, mis estrellas, mi mundo, mi universo, you have bewitched me, body, soul, mind and heart, and I love you. I feel as if i’ve loved you from the moment we first talked and i wouldn’t be surprised if I did.” with that Jason got down to one knee, making you gasp and let out more tears, “Yn, will you do me the biggest honor and make me the happiest man alive in this whole fucking galaxy, and marry me?” You couldn’t form words and just smiled and nodded as more tears left your eyes. Jason stands up, picks you up, and kisses you, holding you as if you were going to disappear from his arms. He slips the ring to you finger and you laugh, “YES YES YES A MILLION TIMES YES!” you scream as you look at him in the eyes, happiness radiating of you both. “Te amo, Jason Peter Todd Wayne! Con todo mi ser!” you tell him and he nuzzles his nose to yours and responds, “y yo te amo a ti, Yn Ln soon to be Miss Yn Todd Wayne”. It turns out that this day could get better.

You laugh and quickly call your mom by facetime. Once she answers, you show her your ring and she screams of joy, showing your Aunt and grandmother, who both cheer. You laugh and thank them on their congratulations. Once you hang up, you take pictures and post it. Oh the batfam was going to flip! They had been leaving hints of you both getting married for the longest time and it seems their wishes were met.

Jason laughs as you both pick up your stuff and return to your room. You both shower and change for the fancy dinner being hosted by the hotel and laugh at the comments his siblings and Nola were leaving. That night, TRUST that both of you were left quite satisfied and fulfilled with your after engagement celebrations once you got to your room ;) ;)

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pekejscatbed · 6 months

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Happy Birthday, Runaway | Jason Todd centric

Info/Warnings:

Translations:

Dios mío - oh my god, Padre Nuestro - the lord's prayer, Ave Maria - holy Mary, Gloria - glory be

set in the Runaway and Circus Boy universe

batman masterlist

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The Gotham Clock Tower chimes from above as Robin ties up a wannabe purse snatcher, signifying a new day: August 16th.

"Good work, Robin." Batman doesn't sound impressed, and it probably has to do with Robin running off on his own, again, despite the many lectures The Batman has given him about not doing that exact thing.

Robin just grins at him, "Thanks, B-man."

And as the two crime fighters grapple away to finish patrolling the city, Robin swears he hears Batman wish him a happy birthday over the wind.

(When they finish patrol, after putting half a dozen new criminals in jail, and get back to the Batcave, there's a shiny black and red and yellow motorbike in the middle of cave that wasn't there before they left for patrol and that neither Robin nor Jason have ever seen before, and it has the Robin insignia on the side, and he thinks its brand new and-

"Custom made, for Robin."

(Jason gushes about it all the way up the stairs and the whole walk to his room and he wouldn't be surprised if he had talked about it in his sleep, too, because his dreams are filled of him riding his brand-new, custom-made Robin bike throughout the city and fighting crime, but on a motorcycle!))

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"Happy fifteenth, Master Jason."

Jason wakes up to the curtains in his bedroom being pulled open, the morning sun burning his sleepy eyes, and he immediately pulls the covers over his head and squeezes his green-blue eyes shut; said covers are snatched away only a second later by the same man who's just so kindly reminded him of his birthday.

"If you do not wish to open your presents, I can gladly send them back. I'm sure Master Bruce would agree." Alfred walks to Jason's bedroom door, only to pause, looking over his shoulder. "Not to mention, the breakfast I cooked up for you."

Alfred gestures to the boy's dresser before exiting the room, lightly shutting the door behind him, and it's only now that Jason recognizes the smell of food in his room and he rubs the remaining sleep out of his eyes before he looks over to his dresser to see a silver tray filled with all of his favorite breakfast foods and a glass of orange juice, no doubt fresh squeezed by Alfred himself. Jason wastes no time in grabbing the freshly cooked meal; birthdays are the only days Alfred will allow breakfast in bed, after all.

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The day goes by slowly, school just as boring on Jason's birthday as it is any other day, and he doesn't have many friends to wish him happy birthday or receive presents from. The two friends he does have, though, have pulled their money together to buy Jason a new Nintendo DS game and a Playboy magazine one of the kid's older brothers bought for them (Jason laughs it off, trying not to show his discomfort; it's not like he could just tell his friends he's gay, who knows how they'd react?), and his English teacher gives him a brand new copy of How To Kill A Mockingbird, which his friends make fun of him for, but English has always been his favorite subject so he's never been anything but a teacher's pet when it comes to the sweet old lady who teaches his class. Plus, Jason's pretty sure she's a lesbian because she only ever refers to her spouse by gender-neutral terms despite the number of students and staff alike who seem to think she really intends to say "husband" and that she just "misspoke", and Jason's young, queer heart swells with joy knowing that there's other people out there in the world like him, especially older people. We've always been here.

(Jason spends all day wondering why Dick hasn't wished him a happy birthday, especially considering how the circus boy has always made such a huge deal about birthday in the past, and for a moment Jason panics- what if Dick knows I like him and he hates me for it and he never wants to speak to me again and- the final bell rings, interrupting Jason's thoughts, and the boy shakes his head as he grabs his backpack, making his way to Gotham Academy's front gates where Alfred picks him up in that ridiculous mini limousine that Jason hates because he just wants to feel like a normal kid and go to a normal high school, not this fancy, prestigious "academy" that Bruce and Alfred make him go to for a "proper" education.

Dios mío, I sound like a middle school girl.)

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When Jason gets home (he only just recently started referring to Wayne Manor as home), Bruce is waiting for him at the door, a seriously serious look on his face, and Jason thinks he's in trouble for running off last night as Robin because he hasn't done anything else to piss the man off recently, at least, not that he can remember. Of course, instead of just asking what, if anything, he did wrong-

"You look constipated, old man. Seriously, who pissed in your Cheerios?"

"Master Jason!" Alfred looks offended for Bruce, though Jason's pretty sure it's only mock offense, if the laugh-disguised-cough is anything to go by; Bruce just rolls his eyes.

"Cave. Now." And Bruce is walking off, presumably to the nearest secret entrance to the Batcave.

Jason sets down his backpack by the door, mumbling about "my birthday" and "one day off" and "I didn't even do anything", before following Bruce.

When he gets to the cave, Bruce- Batman- Bruce-Bat?- Bat-Bruce?- is already there, suit on except for the mask, and Jason wonders how the hell the man had enough time to change when Jason was only a whole ten steps behind him; Jason pulls on his suit as he speaks.

"What's up, B-man?" Jason looks at the screens on the Batcomputer, where he sees images of Joker and a woman with dark, curly hair and tan skin, as well as striking green eyes, and Jason thinks that she could be his biological mother if his dad hadn't told him she died during childbirth. "Who's she?"

Bat-Bruce doesn't reply right away, and Jason turns to the side to look at him, and only now does he see the deep frown on the mans lips and the far away look in his eyes. "Her name is Sheila Haywood."

He sounds... sad? Jason isn't sure what he hears in Bruce's voice, but he knows it's not good. "Okay...? What does Joker want with her?"

"Jason," Bruce pauses, takes a deep breath, then puts a hand on Jason's shoulder, "she's your birth mother."

The boy forces out a laugh, shrugging off Bruce's hand. "Ha. Ha. Very funny, Bruce. My mom's dead, died during childbirth, I never met the woman."

"She didn't die during childbirth, Jason. She was a doctor at Gotham General where she got caught preforming an illegal operation after her patient died, a girl no older than you are now, and fled the country to avoid jail time. She's been living abroad ever since." Bruce's frown deepens the more he talks, and his voice is flat, serious, and Jason knows he's telling the truth.

"How long have you known?"

"Jason," The man tries to explain, tries to calm Jason down, tries to do anything for the boy- but Jason-

"How long have you known, Bruce?" Jason is pissed, at Bruce for keeping this from him, at his dad for lying to him, at his mom for never contacting him, at himself for never looking into his birth mother but he never had any reason to so why would he have? And he raises his voice, "Why didn't you tell me my mother is alive!?"

Jason storms out of the cave, walking up the stairs, anger flooding his body and mind like the rainwater that used to flood the driveway of his old house with his dad during Gotham's raging storms, and he knows he needs to calm down or else he'll destruct and probably hurt himself in the process, but he doesn't care. He doesn't care because he's been lied to his whole life by the people he thought he could trust- the people he should have been able to trust- and if they never cared enough about him to tell him the truth then why should he care about himself enough to take a deep breath, and calm down, and think-

I'm going after her. Joker has her so she's in danger and I have to save her because she's my mom and I need to know why she never- I need to save her. For the mission, for the job.

Jason turns around, heading back down into the cave and putting on his domino mask. Batman is already gone, and so is the Batmobile; Robin checks the Batcomputer for Joker and his moms- Sheila's- location, hops onto his new bike, and revs the engine, speeding out of the Batcave.

(In his hurry and his still simmering rage, Robin misses the glitch of numbers, misses the static of an outside source hacked into the Bat-frequency.)

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Dick Grayson flashes a smile at his coworker as he walks out of the bar, ready to drive the hour-long trip from Blüdhaven to Gotham to surprise his little brother for his birthday. He had originally planned to get the day off from work so he could spend all day with Jason, but he waited too long to be approved for a vacation day, though luckily, he was able to convince his boss to only give him the day shift instead night (it really makes his night job much, much easier that way), so a sleepover will have to do, and Dick was never scheduled to work tomorrow anyway. Before he leaves, the bartender triple checks the trunk of his car for Jason's present and the cooler containing the homemade cake he baked yesterday afternoon, following a recipe Alfred had given him after Dick had quite literally gotten on his knees and begged, ever the Drama Queen.

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The location brings Robin to a warehouse at the outskirts of Gotham. The place is definitely Jokers, with balloons and party streamers all over the outside, and when he looks inside via an open side window, he sees the interior matches the exterior with dark, velvet purple and acidic green party decorations. He sneaks through the window, ready to beat Joker and save Sheila, only for the lights to snap on- Joker knew he was coming- and Robin glances at the window, fucking motion detectors.

"Welcome, welcome, little Robin!" Joker stands in the middle of the warehouse, sickly grin stretching wide across his face, staring directly at the 'little' vigilante. "I've been expecting you! Hah, hahaha!"

Robin drops down in front of the laughing lunatic. "What do you want, Joker!? Where is Sheila Haywood!?"

"What do I want? Hm? Why to see the look on a certain birdies face when Mama Bird betrays him, of course!"

A rag is shoved in his face from behind before he can respond and he turns to see Sheila- his mother- standing there, before his vision fades and his body collapses.

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With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride You're toxic, I'm slippin' under With a taste of a poison-

Dicks about half-way to Gatham when his phone goes off, Brittany Spears serenading his eardrums. He answers the call at a red light, glancing at the Caller I.D. long enough to read "Alfred", and puts the phone on speaker before the light turns green and he's moving again.

"Hey, Alfred! What's up?"

"Master Richard," Alfreds voice is shaky as he speaks, and Dick's eyebrows furrow together in worry, "Master Jason is... missing."

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Cold, wet.

Robin gasps awake, body shivering as ice-cold water is thrown at his face, soaking his hair and trailing down his forehead-nose-cheeks-chin until the liquid lands on his suit, soaking through his body armor. His can feel the rope around his wrists and ankles, and Robin realizes he's tied to a chair. He hears Joker before he sees him, that sickeningly sadistic laugh screaming at his eardrums and aggravating his already pounding head; he must have hit his head on the ground earlier when he fell, or maybe it's just a side effect of being fucking drugged in the first place.

"Jason Todd!" The Joker is directly in front of him, and it's only now that Robin- Jason- realizes his mask is gone. "Oh, don't look so surprised, little bird! How would I have known about Mommy Dearest if I didn't know about you?"

"Trap. This was a-"

"A trap!" Joker mimics him, screeching like a siren, before he throws the bucket he was holding to the ground, the sound ringing throughout the warehouse, suddenly angry. "God! How stupid are you? The other kid would've sniffed that out from the beginning! Seriously, how did Bats find you? Did you get dropped on your head as a baby? Oh, oh!"

The Joker grins again and walks behind Jason, sharply turning the chair he's bound to, and now Jason can see his mom tied to a support beam; duct tape covers her mouth, crimson slipping through the tape and dripping down her chin. Her curly hair is disheveled and sticking up at odd angles, and her emerald eyes are wide, shaking with fear. She struggles against her restraints and the clown laughs again, stalking over to Sheila.

"Why don't we ask her?" Joker rips the tape off of Sheila's mouth, cackling as she lets out a short scream, and Jason gasps once more, immediately noticing the long, jagged cuts on either side of her mouth, mimicking a smile. "Did Mama Bird drop Baby Birdie on his head?"

Sheila doesn't respond, just shaking her head back and forth, blood spilling down her tan cheeks and staining her clothes. She whimpers when Joker pulls at her hair and demands an answer. "No, no, no!"

"LEAVE HER ALONE!" Jason knows he should be mad, Sheila betrayed him, her own son, but she's still his mother and he can't just sit back and watch as Joker abuses her- but he has to, because his utility belt is gone so he has no tools he can use to cut his way free and Joker is looking at him like he knows exactly what Jason is think and he just laughs, and laughs, and laughs.

"Aw, how sweet! Baby Bird wants to protect Mommy!" Joker lets go of Sheila's hair, practically throwing her head to the side.

Suddenly, Joker is behind Jason again, and then Jason hears the screeching sound of metal dragging against concrete, and his brain pounds, pounds, pounds against his skull and he pulls against his binds, twisting and turning as much as he can and-

THUNK!

His head jerks back at the force and the next hit has him falling sideways in the chair until he hits the ground, and he swears he can hear his skull crack against the concrete.

"Ha! HAHAHA!" The Joker is in front of him now, bending over to look at him, and Jason can see the crowbar in his paper white hands for a split second before he's being hit again, and again, and again, body being battered black and blue as his costume is ripped to shreds with each hit and his own blood is pooling around him in a puddle, and if he looks down, he can see his bones poking through skin like the jagged rocks of a mountain.

As his bones crack and break, Jason can hear his mother praying in her native tongue through her sobs, Padre Nuestro and Ave Maria and Gloria filling his ears enough to block out the crazy clown's gruesome giggles.

And as Jason takes his last breath, he realizes his dad was right all those years ago; he does look like the spitting image his mother. They share the same dark, curly hair, and they have the same naturally tan skin dotted with freckles, and Jason's eyes are a similar shade of green, though his are tinted the with the pale blue of his father's eyes.

(A load BOOM! shakes the foundation of the old warehouse, smoke and flames engulfing the building and spreading through the air, but Jason doesn't even flinch.)

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Joker is long gone by the time Batman and Nightwing get to the scene, and his decorations are burned to a crisp from the explosion, minus a single balloon that reads "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" in big, cursive letters, tied to a bloody crowbar and surrounded by a multitude of custom Joker playing cards, stylized in the whitest of white and dark purple and acid green.

The two vigilantes run into the falling warehouse, shifting through rubble and searching for, screaming for, "Robin! Robin! Jason!"

They find Sheila first, she's hunched over, and her clothes are singed, barely covering her, allowing Nightwing and The Batman to see the extensive burns on her back, and she's muttering the same phrase over and over again, "Lo siento, lo siento mucho!"

"Dr. Haywood?" She whips around at Nightwings voice, and both him and Batman grimaces at the carved smile on her face.

"Help! Help him!" Sheila sobs, turning back to what- who- she was hunched over. "Help my baby!"

Batman gives a sharp intake at the sight of Jason, kneeling next to Shelia to pick the boy up; she grabs at his arm, but her grip is weak, and he notices how shallow her breath is. "Nightwing, get her out of here. She needs medical attention. I've got Jason."

If the break in his voice is heard, no one acknowledges it.

"He didn't deserve this! He was a good boy, he didn't deserve this!" Sheila cries as Nightwing helps her to her feet, but she does nothing to stop him, and he guides her out of the building; Batman follows behind them, Jason's bruised and beaten body laying limp in his arms, and he falls to his knees once they're all far enough away from the building, tears forcing their way out of his tear ducts and streaming down his face as he holds his deceased son in his arms.

"Sheila, she didn't- she barely made it out of the building before she..." Nightwing leans down next to him, voice trailing off and face painted in tears as he holds Jason's unmoving hand in his own. He whispers, "Happy Birthday, Runaway."

The warehouse crumbles behind them, crashing down as Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson mourn the loss of a son, a brother, and a friend.

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thesandsofelsweyr · 10 months

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HOLLOWED OUT

《 CH5 // FILLED BACK UP WITH HATE // PART 3 》

When Jason saw that photo of Batman and his new Robin, the thin cord of hope holding him together had snapped and he had broken into a million pieces. No one was coming for him. Not one single person on the planet cared whether he lived or died, or how much he suffered, or how loud he screamed. No one except the Clown. He was Joker’s now, and he would say or do anything to get a reprieve from the torment and the pain, even if it meant letting himself be reduced to something less than human.

《RATING》 🔞 Mature 《WORDS》 1,528 《CHAPTERS》 5/6

《CHARACTERS》 Jason Todd/Robin, Joker, Bruce Wayne (mentioned)

《TROPES》 Hurt No Comfort, Angst, Whump, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

《WARNINGS》 Dehumanization, Bathing/Washing, Master/Pet, Collars, Ownership, Brainwashing, Humiliation, Non-Consensual Touching, Torture, Mindfuck, Scars, Suicidal Thoughts, Self-Loathing, Past Child Abuse, Daddy Issues, Forced Nudity, Swearing

《SERIES》 Part 4 of My Arkhamverse, Part 4 of Ruined

《NOTES》

This chapter includes a very thorough bath scene 😬

Only one chapter left after this one! 🎉

This fic is my pride & joy! It was the first thing I published after a 5+ year hiatus, and the longest story I've ever written by far!

This fic is also dark so be aware of the tags (especially the DD:DNE tag)

My Arkhamverse canon is a mix of game canon and Arkham Knight: Genesis canon. I pick and choose what I like best 😉

If you enjoy the read please consider kudosing, commenting, and reblogging ❤️

《 ALSO ON AO3 》 (comments & kudos there are very much appreciated)

Joker kneaded soap into the sparse tuft of black hair in his armpit…

“♫ Brush off the clouds and cheer up… ♫”

…before dragging the rag down the length of his skinny arm, painting over the angry red splotches—burns from the blowtorch—with white suds.

“♫ Put on a happy face… ♫”

The rag slid over the abraded bands ringing his bony wrist to reach his puffy, mottled hand (compliments of an acid spritz). Jason bit back a hiss. That cracked and blistered skin was still tender to the touch after the earlier brush-scouring. Joker paused for a moment to hold it up like a manicurist inspecting his work.

“♫ Hmm-hmm hmm-hmm hmm-hmm hmm… ♫”

Jason gulped, his Adam’s apple pumping up and down the column of his throat while his eyes remained trained on the shower floor. He didn’t need to look up to know that the Clown was admiring the beginnings of fingernails filling in the empty pits of his nail beds. Probably making a note in his deranged brain to relieve me of them next playtime. His stomach churned at the thought.

“♫ La-la di-da di-da… ♫”

Joker ran the rag between each crooked, splayed finger, and over his drill-punctured palm…

“♫ Doo-doot doo-doot doo-doot-doot… ♫”

…before lowering his left arm in exchange for his right, tugging him closer with it, then repeating the same process…

“♫ And if you’re feeling cross and bitterish, Don’t sit and whine. Think of banana split and licorice, And you’ll feel fine! ♫”

…and moving onto his chest. The rag wiped away the fresh blood seeping from the latest artwork etched into his fleshy canvas: the crude mockery of the Robin logo from his suit, carved deep into his right breast. A carving the Clown regularly retraced, lest it fade away and his “beloved Boy Blunder” forget how spectacularly he failed in his role.

“♫ Why look so awfully tragic? Put on a happy face! ♫”

Joker gripped his sore shoulder while he scrubbed his scabbed and scarred torso, with its puckered HAHAHA cut beneath his protruding ribs alongside the silvery J+HQ♡ in Harley’s whimsical cursive.

“♫ Smiling can work like magic Put on a happy face! ♫”

Cloth-covered fingers deftly massaged soap into that abused skin, and Jason hated himself for leaning into it, for thinking it felt good when all he’d known for nearly a year of his life was pain.

“♫ Why do you mope around so sourly? It’s such a strain. ♫”

The rag swirled suds over the Arkham logo incised into his abdomen, its soapy arc widening with each turn, every muscle in his broken body tensing as it crept closer and closer to his exposed crotch…

“♫ I always try to chuckle hourly, It clears the brain! ♫”

Jason couldn’t help but flinch when the rag brushed against his patch of black pubes. His cock was the only part of his body that the Clown hadn’t touched—that no one had touched. Joker would piss himself laughing if he knew I was gonna die a virgin. Or… A chill washed over him as the next thought sent icy horror flooding through his veins: Or he might invite a friend down to pop my cherry for me. A vivid image burned into his brain before he could claw it away… an image of Bane bending his skeletal body over the blood-stained desk in his cell, before robbing him of the only sliver of dignity he had left…

“♫ I knew a boy so gloomy, He’d never laugh or sing… ♫”

Joker grabbed hold of his left ankle—his fleshless leg was almost the color of the Clown’s bleached white fist—while he rubbed the rag down his burn-dappled right leg to his duct-tape-wrapped ankle and foot, then back up again, kneading soap into the hollow of his knee, inching towards his inner thigh…

“♫ He wouldn’t listen to me… ♫”

The rag slid higher and Jason’s mind tried to flee: to a place and time where he was happy, where the only pain he knew was bruises after a brawl at Batman’s side. But so many of his memories were poisoned now by Bruce’s lies. I was supposed to be his son. The joke was on him though: his adopted dad hadn’t wanted him any more than his real dad. He had to push past this. He knew what was coming; he didn’t want to be here when the Clown touched him.

The rag skimmed his sack, and Jason was back in his elevator down to the cave, the one hidden behind his wall of books in his new bedroom. Bruce was smiling at him, telling him he “earned this.” This billionaire slash vigilante was letting him, a kid from the street, into his life, sharing his greatest secret, his trust. He could still feel that warmth welling in his chest; he’d made his father proud. He tried to grab hold of that feeling and use it to drag himself out of this pit, out of this wrecked shell of a body; to become Robin again—Bruce Wayne’s son. To let it happen to that other boy instead…

“♫ Now he’s a mean old thing! ♫”

His mind was viciously ripped back to the present when the rag-covered hand clamped around his balls. His entire body jolted then locked rigid, as if the Clown had shocked him again with the cattle prod. He screwed his eyes shut and held his breath while he waited for Joker to crush his nuts in his fist, to grind them together like before. Even his shriveled sack seemed to draw up tight to his body in sick anticipation of that stomach-wrenching agony. Every fiber of his being burned with the need to be anywhere else but here at this man’s mercy, but he was bound by the fear of what would happen to him if he dared to deny his master his fun.

“Now now, Jason. No need to be shy,” Joker chided softly, his deceptively gentle voice wriggling over Jason’s eardrums like slimy maggots. “I seem to recall you telling me that these were, what was it you said? ‘Mine to torture’?”

Jason cringed, his guts writhing at the memory of his last punishment, the utter humiliation. “Yes sir,” he whimpered pitifully. Of course he’d said that. The maniac had a scalpel pressed to his sack for fuck’s sake. He would’ve told the man anything he wanted to hear. “Sorry sir.”

Anguish and despair clawed at his heart until it swelled too large for his chest and pressed painfully against his sore ribs. Why did Bruce want him to suffer? Yeah, he fucked up, but Batman was supposed to help the helpless. Did that not extend to washed-up sidekicks? Please, Bruce. He didn’t want to hurt anymore. He didn’t want this creep to touch him anymore. He didn’t want to be a dog. I want Alfred. I want my father. I want to go home. But this was his home now. He was an orphan who no one wanted—who no one ever wanted—except the monster who hurt him every day of his miserable life. I would’ve given back the suit if you had asked. I would’ve moved out of the manor, back to Crime Alley. He hadn’t realized what an embarrassment he was. He didn’t know then that he was a failed trial run. Please, Bruce. Please give me another chance. I’ll never disobey you again, I swear. I’m good at obeying now… I’m a good boy now… Please…

When Joker’s hand closed around his limp cock he simply withered. He could do nothing while the rag soaped his length, rolling back the foreskin to expose the head and thumb its slit; he could do nothing except let this madman violate him. After all, he was just a creature. No, not even a creature. He was a thing. A plaything. A toy like the wind-up chattering teeth Joker had scattered throughout his home. Joker’s “boy toy.” He—it—existed solely for its owner’s amusement.

Joker slid his hands beneath the boy’s arms and gently lifted it off the wet floor, maneuvering it like a doll. “Upsy-daisy!” a nasally voice echoed cheerfully.

The boy-shaped thing was standing now, slumped against the back wall of the shower as its owner continued to scrub months of degradation from its emaciated body. The shivering thing only sobbed as the rag slid between its bruised asscheeks, hiccuping when a rag-covered finger found its puckered hole and pressed into it, only the tiniest bit, just enough to humiliate it once more. Another reminder that its owner could touch it wherever he wanted, play with it whenever he wanted, and that it was too utterly ruined to do anything about it.

Joker rested his forehead against its temple. “How about we get the rest of this muck off you,” he murmured sweetly over its shoulder as he rubbed suds into the soft stretch of skin behind its sack. “Don’t want Bats thinking his ol’ pal Jokey has been mistreating his wayward birdie.”

Bats knows, it thought hollowly as warm tears rolled over the ‘J’ on its cheek. And Bats doesn’t care.

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ao3feed-jaytim · 4 months

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Auntie Harley's Guide to Dealing with (Un)Wanted Alphas

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52728310 by underfallingflowerpetals “Whatcha sulking about, kid?” Jason—who is, in fact, not sulking—looks up just in time for Harley to fearlessly poke the tip of an almond-shaped nail into his cheek. She has them painted red, with black diamonds at the center. She’s got a hand rested on the handle of her infamous bat, and she’s wearing shorts with her fluffy snow boots. “I don’t sulk,” says Jason. “I’ve killed people.” Harley shrugs. “Haven’t we all, sugar?” Or: Harley helps Jason figure out the omega thing. He then figures out the I like Tim thing all on his own like a big boy. Words: 2781, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of (timjay fics) Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, F/F, Gen Characters: Jason Todd, Harleen Quinzel, Tim Drake Relationships: Harleen Quinzel & Jason Todd, Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Pamela Isley/Harleen Quinzel Additional Tags: Attempt at Humor, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Tim Drake, Omega Jason Todd, Alpha Pamela Isley, Omega Harleen Quinzel, Romantic Fluff, Getting Together, Feelings Realization, jason just needs to talk it out first poor baby :p, Slight feminization, yknow bc a/b/o, plus there is a specific joy in making a 200 pound 6 foot tall man babygirl idk, First Kiss, Jason Todd-centric read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52728310

#IFTTT #Ao3feed #Jaytim #DC

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Characters I want to rattle like an angry maraca for an undiscerned amount of time based on how chewy they are

Call him gum the way I'm chewing on him all day

Starscream

Look at him. He's a petty bitch. He's standing there all smug and confident while thousands of traumas happen around him. He's a girlboss, he's an unrepentant pathological liar, he's megatron's silly rabbit, he's my babygirl. He's one of those toys that is animal shape but if you squeeze it, it's eyes or stomach pops out. I want to do that to him constantly. He has an immortal spark so it's ok he'll live.

Newt Giezler

He's the type of scientist Ian Malcom would hate. He's the Icarus of his tale. He overshot the sun and landed in the black hole at the center of our galaxy. He's not doomed by the narrative, the narrative is doomed by him. He's like a dog you need to keep an eye on constantly or else he decides that he actually can eat chocolate and devours a whole cake. Telling him to slow down is a slap in the face. How dare you tell him to wait for everyone else when he can finally see the way to save humanity, all the while becoming their enemy's greatest weapon. He's so invested in interviewing God he forgot he was dining with the devil. Who gets the bill in the end?

Jason Todd

Look at him. Look. He's everything he's been told but so much more. He's the tragic son. The black sheep. His past is rags to riches, his present is the unsettling truth, I hope his future is good. This is the guy that got me into fandoms. He is a part of my soul. So hurt and beaten by the world yet still kind and caring.

Ramses II (Prince of Egypt)

I am not talking about the real Pharaoh, only the one created by Dreamworks. Now I am a slut for good sibling dynamics but the best one is sibling vs sibling. I want that drama, the emotion of caring for someone your whole life only for them to betray you. Moses was ok to fight Ramses I when he went to free the Jews but to face his brother, one of the closest people he's ever been to, it's devastating. The utter joy when Ramses expressed when Moses is alive, he practically abandoned court etiquette. He was willing to lie to his father to keep Moses safe. They were the closest of brothers and now they're pitted against each other.

A rubber band, sproingy but not sustainable

Jazz

What do you see when you see Jazz? A happy go lucky guy without a care in the world? Wrong. He's Special Operations which means he's cheats, lies, steals for a living. He operates on a kill or be killed basis and he will kick your ass if he feels like it

Sunstreaker and Sideswipe

They're precious boys. They stand out from the Autobots bc they're so decepticon like. They were in the same Pit as Megatron and instead of joining him, they chose the Autobots. And despite all the comments, they're so loyal to the Autobots.

Skyfire

Imagine crashing in a snowstorm then waking up 4 billion years later that your entire planet is dead. Skyfire woke up to a world devastated by civil war, to a decepticon that wore his partner's face. He thought he knew what he was getting into because Starscream wouldn't lie to him. But he did. Skyfire shot down his ex because he's a good bot at heart and it hurts him to see someone close to him like this. He's a main character of a Greek tragedy.

Predigested sludge

Bumblebee

Listen, I love Bee. He got me into tf. But my god is he everywhere. I get it, he's the kids character. But he can be fun and playful and still kick ass. Looking at his arc from tfp to its successor RiD15, those are two different Bumblebees. Id love to shake him but he's Hasbro's cash cow. You can't shake a cash cow without the jangle drawing out capitalists.

#lots of tf currently bc they infested my brain #chewy boys

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New Fiction 2023 - October

Another October in the can! And now I wish I could snooze through the real horror that is the holiday season. Maybe I'll stay in October forever... forever... forever...

Here's the long version (since Tumblr blocks too many links in one post).

The TL;DR:

Short Stories

"Snatched from the Brink" by Mary E. Penn (1878)

"The Canal" by Everil Worrell (1927)

"The Lost Performance of the High Priestess of the Temple of Horror" by Carmen Maria Machado (2020)

"The Time Remaining" by Attila Veres & trans. Luca Karafiáth (2019)

"CUE: Change" by Chesya Burke (2011)

"Last Call for the Sons of Shock" by David J. Schow (1994)

"The Real Right Thing" by Henry James (1899)

"The Haunted House" by M.A. Bird (1865)

"The Island of Regrets" by Elizabeth Walter (1965)

"The Stolen Body" by H.G. Wells (1903)

"The White Priest" by Hélène Gingold (1893)

"The Man Who Went Too Far" by E.F. Benson (1912)

"Mater Tenebrarum" by Pilar Pedraza & trans. James D. Jenkins (2000)

"Menopause" by Flore Hazoumé & trans. James D. Jenkins (1994)

"Señor Ligotti" by Bernardo Esquinca & trans. James D. Jenkins (2020)

"Shambleau" by C.L. Moore (1933)

"The Pit and the Pendulum" by Edgar Allan Poe (1850)

"The Village Spectre" by Gianna G. Maniego (2002)

"The Fog Horn" by Ray Bradbury (1951)

"The Lady of the House of Love" by Angela Carter (1979)

"The Woman's Ghost Story" by Algernon Blackwood (1907)

"Black Bargain" by Robert Bloch (1942)

"Vastarien" by Thomas Ligotti (1987)

"The Doll" by Daphne du Maurier (1937)

"The Transferred Ghost" by Frank Stockton (1882)

"The Shadowy Third" by Ellen Glasgow (1923)

"The Daemon Lover" by Shirley Jackson (1949)

"The Interval" by Vincent O'Sullivan (1918)

"The Phantom Cyclist" by Ruth Ainsworth (1971)

"Couching at the Door" by D.K. Broster (1942)

"Bloodchild" by Octavia Butler (1984)

Audio

Tales from the Crypt Presents: Dead Easy by A.L. Katz & Gil Adler, performed by Sean Astin, Jake Busey, Tia Carrere, Brett Cullen, John Kassir (1995, 2022)

Comics

"Birds of a Feather" by Stephanie Phillips, Maan House, Giorgio Spalleta, Justin Birch, Chris Sanchez (2021)

"The Origin of Vampirella" by Budd Lewis & Jose Gonzalez (1981)

"Do You Know... the Beast-Man?" by Richard Howell, Colleen Doran, Kevin Cunningham (1992)

"Good Ol' Fashioned Vanilla" by W. Maxwell Prince, Chris O’Halloran, Martín Morazzo, Good Old Neon (2018)

"For Better or Worse?" by Richard Corben (2016)

"Werewolf!" by Frank Frazetta (1964)

"Chickadee!" by Aya Rothwell (2016)

"The Evil Dead" (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3) by Richard Floyd-Walker (1986-1987)

"Famine's Shadow" by Rachel Deering & Christine Larsen (2014)

"A Pretty Place" by Emily Carroll (2023)

"The Thing from the Sea" by Wally Wood & Joe Orlando (1951)

"The Living Ghost" by Frank Belknap Long & Fred Guardineer (1948)

"Essence of Life" by Gail Simone, Tula Lotay, Jared K. Fletcher (2013)

"Hag of the Blood Basket!" by Al Hewetson & Sean Todd (1971)

"The Fisherman" by Franco, Tressina Bowling, Wes Abbott, Sara Richard (2022)

"Dental Plan" by Joy San (2019)

"Frankenstein y el Hombre Lobo" by Unknown (1946)

"Man's World" by Keith Giffen, Mary Sangiovanni, Bilquis Evely, Mat Lopes, Taylor Esposito (2017)

"Shadow of Death" by William M. Gaines, Al Feldstein, Graham Ingels (1953)

"Smoke and Cedar" by Abby Howard & Alina Pete (2016)

"I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream" by Harlan Ellison & John Byrne (1994-1995)

"A Dog and His Boy" by Evan Dorkin, Sarah Dyer, Jill Thompson, Jason Arthur (2006)

"The Horror Beneath" by Leah Moore, John Reppion, Timothy Green II, Michelle Madsen, Nate Piekos (2006)

"Shadows on the Tomb" by Joe Certa (1952)

"The Muck Monster" by Bernie Wrightson (1975)

"The Duel of the Monsters" by Archie Goodwin & Angelo Torres (1966)

"The Willowdale Handcar or The Return of the Black Doll" by Edward Gorey (1962)

"Inside You" by Valerie D'Orazio & David James Cole (2014)

"Soylent Teen" by Jordan Morris, Liana Kangas, Ellie Wright, Jack Morelli (2023)

"The Gris-Gris" by Jim Keegan & Ruth Keegan (2004)

"Fair Ground" by Jo Duffy, Mike Manley, Jackson Guice, James Fry, Kevin Cunningham (1992)

Video Games

Haunted House dev. Atari (1982)

Castlevania dev. Konami (1987)

Clock Tower dev. Human Entertainment (1995)

D dev. Warp (1995)

Friday the 13th dev. Atlus (1989)

Silent Hill 3 dev. Konami (2003)

Five Nights at Freddy’s dev. Scott Cawthon (2014)

Movies

It Lives Inside dir. Bishal Dutta (2023)

The Company of Wolves dir. Neil Jordan (1984)

Freddy’s Dead: The Final Nightmare dir. Rachel Talalay (1991)

Honeymoon dir. Leigh Janiak (2014)

Organ dir. Kei Fujiwara (1996)

The Bride of Frankenstein dir. James Whale (1935)

The Royal Hotel dir. Kitty Green (2023)

House of 1000 Corpses dir. Rob Zombie (2003)

The Nun II dir. Michael Chaves (2023)

The Godsend dir. Gabrielle Beaumont (1980)

Hatching dir. Hanna Bergholm (2022)

The Velvet Vampire dir. Stephanie Rothman (1971)

Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter dir. Joseph Zito (1984)

A Haunting in Venice dir. Kenneth Branagh (2023)

Piggy dir. Carlota Pereda (2022)

A Night to Dismember (The Lost Version) dir. Doris Wishman (1979)

The Blob dir. Irvin Yeaworth (1958)

Embrace of the Vampire dir. Anne Goursaud (1995)

Onyx the Fortuitous and the Talisman of Souls dir. Andrew Bowser (2023)

Exposed to Danger dir. Yang Chia-yun (Karen Yang) (1982)

Saw X dir. Kevin Greutert (2023)

The Birds dir. Alfred Hitchcock (1963)

Slumber Party Massacre II dir. Deborah Brock (1987)

Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island dir. Jim Stenstrum (1998)

The Being dir. Jackie Kong (1983)

Kuso dir. Steve (2017)

Visible Secret dir. Ann Hui (2001)

The Exorcist: Believer dir. David Gordon Green (2023)

The Love Witch dir. Anna Biller (2016)

Bones dir. Ernest R. Dickerson (2001)

Bedevil dir. Tracey Moffatt (1993)

Television

Regular Show - "Terror Tales of the Park" I-VI (2011-2016)

The Simpsons - "Treehouse of Horror Presents: Not It" (2022)

Tales from the Cryptkeeper - Seasons 2 & 3 (1994 & 1999)

#new fiction #2023 #october #short stories #comics #video games #movies #television

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in loving memory of Jason Todd

we're going to follow the under the red hood plot for the sake of this fic, but this came to me in the shower as all good fics do! please let me know if you'd like to be tagged in any Batboy fics. and hello to all you new followers. welcome. I hope you love it here! this follows the Grayson!sister plot!

tag: @darth-vaders-bitch

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3 days ago...

"JJ." Jason freezes mid-step in his trek back to his bike parked in the shadows - because he wasn't about to step in and save the baby bat replacement without a reason to - and very slowly turns around to meet your gaze. He would've glared the person to death who dared to call him something so juvenile. Coming from the person he'd loved since he was 13, though... he was okay with it. "Thank you."

He swallows the knot in his throat as you scoop Tim up into your arms. Little Tim, his Replacement, who is still a child and only trusts you to be vulnerable around. He's hurt. He's a kid and he didn't deserve what those thugs had done to him.... and after all you'd endured since losing Jason all those years and then coming back again.. he'd give you this. He'd let Tim live if it made you happy.

"Anytime, darlin'." He replied softly.

"You asked me a question, before." Black gloves reach outward to envelop his wrist. "If I still loved you. Here's your answer."

You lay a thumb drive in his palm. It's small, barely bigger than his thumb, and labeled with the year he had died. He should toss it into the Gotham River and never entertain the answers that are on that flash drive. He should let you go. Let you move on. Clearly the Bats need you.

But not like he does.

No one had sang him a song since the song of the countdown in that god forsaken warehouse. What hurts more, A or B? Forehand, or back hand? ha HA hA Ha hA!

The taste of blood in his mouth, the broken domino. The way he'd been so convinced that Bruce would save him.

The way he felt nothing but warmth until Death took him.

Jason Todd refuses to forgive Bruce Wayne for the torture he put him through. Manipulating the child he'd take under his wing and give the moniker Robin. The boy who loved Neopolitan ice cream and English literature and cooking in the kitchens with Alfred. That version of him is dead, but even then... somehow, someway, you still find it in you to love him.

And that's the best song he's heard in years. It rings with joy and hope and everything he's seeking.

Upon return to his safe house, Jason nudged the door open with his hip and slipped inside. He was starving and needed a shower. Some sleep. Clean his guns and check his security system, make sure it's up to speed. Instead, Jason sits down on the ratty yellow couch that's ten years out of date and curls his legs beneath him as he plugs the thumb drive in.

A folder with the year he died and the words In Loving Memory of Jason Todd shows up. His stomach turns at the sight of those words as his brain reads them repeatedly. Jason had been under the impression when he'd woken up in the Pit and begun being trained by the League that no one had mourned him. Why would they? Why would you?

You wanted to know if I loved you. Here's your answer.

You can do this. Jason opens the folder and is greeted with half a dozen or more videos, most of which are you and only you. They seem to have been recorded in the middle of the night long after the rest of the Bats are asleep and Bruce isn't around to be nosy about why you would be using the Batcomputer at 4 am. That was exactly what you needed, and it had worked.

Jason clicked on the one week after video and waited.

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One week after Jason died...

Camera opens onto a dark room. There's a single figure that emerges from the shadow, enveloped in a royal blue sweatshirt that's far too big on her, and they come to sit in the chair that is meant for a grown man.

Little Grayson stares at the camera of the Batcomputer and begins talking,

"It's been one week, JJ." You murmur. "One week since Bruce came home and said your body had been claimed by an explosion. That you were gone, and that he hadn't been fast enough to save you. I still don't know why you didn't just let me go with you... maybe I could've done something." Your fingers curl around the cuff of the sweatshirt sleeve tight enough to turn your knuckles white. "I had something I was going to ask you when you got back home... but today we finally buried you, and that question died on my lips when we put that body in the grave.

It doesn't feel right, letting you go. Part of me, the part in denial, says you're not really dead at all. But I know I'm naive. I've always been naive. It's part of the reason why Bruce won't let me go in the field now."

Jason snorts. That's typical.

"There were so many things I loved about you. Things that drove Dick and Alfred and Bruce nuts..." Soft laughter falls past your lips as you rest your head in your hand. "But I would not and will never change a thing about you. If you are really gone, Jason.... I hope you're at peace." Your eyes meet the camera, dark circles just beginning to form and red rimmed from crying. Jason knows then that his death will haunt you. That you will never be over the guilt that comes with it. "I hope you knew I love you."

Camera goes dark.

***

It takes him several hours to be able to gather the courage to open the next video. Once he does, dawn has just begun peeking over Gotham's skyline and there's a steaming cup of the tea Alfred got him hooked on years ago in front of him.

You're way too freaking domestic for a serial killer.

Shut up.

He snorts softly and opens the next video. Six week after his death, and it's evident.

***

Six Weeks After....

Camera opens, and this time it's to a very obvious fight. Bruce is the one at the computer at 4 AM and he has his back turned to the camera, chair cast out of the way to show both his form and that of the younger Grayson. The audio is garbled and distorted until Bruce disappears off camera alongside a flash of gray hair, and then Little Wing is settling back in the chair.

Your eyes are dark. Way darker then he's ever seen them, and there's an air of loathing and despair that settles around you like the cape Batman wears. Dark as night and even more suffocating.

"I don't know why I keep coming down here. Is this a way to torture myself? My penance for not doing enough for Jason?" Jason's chest constricts too tight and he rubs at the dip in his sternum to try to ease the ache there he cannot actually do anything about. It's a phantom pain. Pain he can feel from you. "JJ, you will always be the best thing that ever happened to me. Let's note that makes Dick really jealous... but he can shove off and keep all his regal titles and all the things the obnoxious and overprotective big brothers get to do. And he's such a good brother. I wish he saw himself that way." Your eyes meet the camera. "I wish you knew how we mourned you. Bruce has been acting so distant and cold and I haven't seen him cry a single time since he brought you home.. but I know he mourns. Or at least I'd like to think he does. Who knows anymore. But he is not my father. My father wouldn't berate me for not being able to let the boy I love go. I hope you see yourself the way I see you, if you ever see this." Laughter bubbles past your throat. It's so.. bitter. Like the thought of what you just said is so utterly ridiculous you cannot even begin to comprehend why you said it. "Idiot. Maybe he's right. Maybe I am stupid."

Jason pauses the video before it goes dark to gaze at you. Your hair is longer and unkempt, like you haven't found it in you to have the energy to brush your hair. You're wearing the same blue sweatshirt that Jason hasn't recognized until now is his. It's highly likely that you wouldn't let Alfred touch it because it smelled like him. Alfie, you sentimental sap.

His fingers graze your cheek. When he finds you back on patrol, he intends to give this back. This isn't something you just throw away. Even with The Replacement in the picture and your obvious dedication to the Bats, there's something stirring low in Jason's gut that tells him you love him just as much now as you did then.

And well.... Red Hood is allowed to love. He deserves to.

***

The last video in the six is not you, but Dick. Dick Grayson is sitting in the chair spinning himself around repeatedly as he gazes at a small lavender box in his hand.

"Hey Jay. I didn't realize until about a month and a half ago that Little Wing was still making these videos for you. I'm not entirely sure why. Truth be told I think it's because you were you and someone doesn't just get over you.... which is why it's me in here instead of the little one." He holds up the box and opens it. It's a ring. A promise ring Jason had secured long before his death in the hopes of one day, being able to give it to you wit ha promise that he would marry you. "And then I found this when I was helping Alfie clean your room. You hid it in your underwear drawer, you scoundrel." Jason would've been lying if he said that Dick's laugh that followed didn't make him warm. Dick had always had that gift about him.. comforting when he didn't even realize he was doing it. Just the sound of his laughter was enough. "And just so you know... you have my blessing. Marry my sibling." Dick leans forward and lays the box just in front of the camera. "And have the life you deserve."

The laptop lid slams shut and Jason is out the door before he can stop himself.

***

"So do you believe me-"

The two of you are standing on the rooftop under the Vicki Vale billboard when Jason throws the Red hood helmet to the side and fixes your eyes head-on. There is not a drop of hesitation or fear but acceptance. And that look on someone who has suffered as much as Jason Todd has is probably the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

He is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

"You kept the ring." You pull the promise ring from underneath your armor on the silver chain you'd gotten years beforehand. It kept it safe. Kept him safe, before you were the only one of the Bats who knew he was alive. "You kept the ring knowing you wanted to ask me something if you ever saw me again. I'm gonna ask you now."

Your whole world slows down as he sets himself on one knee and asks with all the confidence of a man finally allowing himself to accept love and be loved for the rest of his life.

Will you marry me?

#Jason Todd #Jason Todd x Reader #Arkham Knight #Arkham Knight x Reader #batboys #WEDDINGS FLUFF HAPPINESS YAY #the other fic I'm gonna write for him is SAD lol so we need some sappiness!#dc imagines #dc oneshots #batman arkham knight

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