#jason todd x witch!reader

[e-nonsense]

─── 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩

pairing. prince!jason todd x witch!reader

summary. royal au. bruce doesn’t approve of his son’s relationship with constantine’s pupil/ward , not that jason cares

warnings. pet names: little pet, darling. Tooth rotting fluff i guess?

a/n. fuck writers block. three fits in less than 12 hours? crazy. might make this an au, so feel free to send requests based on this au to find out more

wc. 1.1k not proofread

Jason rolled his eyes as another young woman walked away from him, throughly offended. This had been one of Bruce’s many attempts to find his so a suitable woman— one that wasn’t you.

After Dick had married Princess Koriand'r and left to live with her in her kingdom, Jason had become the sole heir to Bruce’s kingdom. Being the second oldest of his siblings. But before any of that Jason had fallen in love with you.

“Lost young prince?” your voice comes from trees, and Jason glances around frantically. His hunting expedition had gone horribly wrong, a group of trickster illusionists had scared his men and the horses away. Leaving Jason behind.

“Who’s there?” He ask, raising his sword while turning in a circle, his eyes land on you as you step out from the shadows. The sun makes your eyes glow and Jason thinks you’re the most beautiful things he’ll ever see. His guard is lowered, as his eyes scan you up and down, taking in your beauty before moving back to your eyes.

You chuckle and he swears someone had to have casted a love spell on him, he can’t take his eyes of you. “Are you allowed to be this deep in the forest?” You ask and he gulps nervously as you step closer to him, your simple grey dress trailing behind you. “I’m surprised you made it through all the wards I put up around here.”

“Plus the Chimera,” you hum thoughtfully.

“Can you not speak?” You ask, inching closer till you’re in his personal space. “Apologies,” you smile.

“No.. no I can speak.” He whispers, staring down at you before sheathing his sword.

“Oh,” your smile widens. “Well, would you like to join me for tea?” You offer, and Jason knows he should’ve hesitated before nodding but he couldn’t help it. The excitement in your eyes when he agreed would be worth it if you were truly planning on killing him. Either way he let you lead him through the trees to a cottage that past the border of the land of witches and warlocks.

“At least try to entertain the thought, Todd.” Damian scoffed watching as another possible — approved — suitor walked away. “Father has gained many grey hair because of your devotion to the witch.” Truthfully Damian had no problem with you, he thought you were a perfect fit for his brother. Kind, loyal, able to put up with Jason’s moods.

It was just Bruce’s paranoia getting in the way of everyone’s peace. When the king had found out about you, he called in a favour from a warlock to get rid of whatever love spell you placed on his son. Safe to say John Constantine was amused by the request but assured Bruce that there was no spell on Jason and the boy’s infatuation with you was purely Jason.

Jason rolled his eyes at the thought, “or Bruce just needs to get over it.” He retorted, crossing his arms scowling as another pride princess tried to near him. “I’m leaving,” Jason says, looking over at Bruce as he makes his escape.

It didn’t take long for Jason to escape the palace grounds, through he was sure he had ripped his suit jacket, not that he’d see the stupid peace of fabric as he’d already dumped his clothes for a simple white poet shirt and some black riding pants. He rode his stallion to the forest’s entrance, stopping in front of it and trying it’s lead to a flimsy fence.

The prince entered the forest with no care, the protective wards shimmered as he entered, and the path illuminated in the darkness. Something you had done so he wouldn’t lose himself in the woods when he’d run from the palace and seek comfort in your cottage.

He quickly followed the path, passing the border and swiftly making his way to your home. When he arrived Jason knocked on the door softly, waiting for you to answer.

The door is answered a few seconds later, revealing a tall blond. The man groans, rolling his eye, “not you again.” He grumble, a cigarette dangling from his finger as he opens the door properly. “Kid! Your boyfriends here!” John calls out as he swings his coat over his shoulder, a cigarette hanging from his lips as he pats his pockets down looking for a lighter before snorting and lighting it with his fingers.

“Well go on in,” John shrugs, stepping out of the cottage you called home. “Oh, tell her to stop sending her little ravens to check on me, will ya?” John adds before disappearing into the misty pathway.

Jason always wondered how the man never found himself lost, or perhaps John never had somewhere specific he’d ever be going, cant be lost with no destination.

The second Jason stepped into the cottage he was met with the sight of you humming a tune, the same one he heard when the two of you met. Jason smiled, walking closer until he could wrap his arms around you and rest his chin on your shoulder.

“Hi love,” you say as soft spoken as always. His eyes watched as you peeled potatoes before he kissed your cheek gently, “hi sweetheart.” He mumbled in return.

“How was the ball?” You asked, mainly teasing but with some curiosity.

“Missed you,” he huffed like a child, “Bruce is always trying to set me up with princesses. Who wants those snobby little bastards? Not me.” He complained.

“Just because Dick married a princess— who by the way comes from a magical bloodline— he thinks I’m going to do the same. Kori’s nice and all but how is it fair? Just because she’s royalty, its okay that Dick married her.”

You sigh softly, “he’s trying to protect you. People have never trusted those who come from this side of the world, faes, witches, shapeshifters. Sometimes with good reason, not all of us have good intentions.”

“But you do,” Jason retorts. “You’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met, and i don’t say want anyone that isn’t you…. Is there a way that i could stay here with you?” He asks and you shake your head.

“Not without your father starting a war, we don't want a repeat of 1843.”

Jason groans but understands, Bruce would assume the worst if Jason just disappeared again, especially now that he was with you. He’d assume you’ve kidnapped him or some bullshit to feed his ideals.

“Can i stay for the night then?” He murmurs softy, his nose nudhung your cheek. “I just wanna love you before going back.”

You find your resolve melting away when you meet his eyes, blue and green. “One night, then home.” You nod.

“You are home,” he mumbles in response but doesn’t press further, instead the rest of the night is filled with laughter as you teach him a new recipe he’ll be sure to share with Alfred.

© e-nonsense. do no copy/steal/translate. do it and I’ll bite your toes off

[kaiyaamin]

Hello! I know what I'm about to write here may seem strange, but in my head, it's just perfect. Imagine a scanario of Batmom×Batfamily where S/N(batmom) is a witch (like those in the Harry Potter universe), but she's always been afraid to tell her family because she feared they would start to hate her and that Bruce would ask for a divorce (and also because, as we know, there's a law that prohibits them from exposing this to not-witch). However, somehow they discover her secret, but in the end, everything turns out fine.

Kisses♡

Sooooo... I am a witch

Bruce Wayne x witch reader

It was an average day, nothing out of the ordinary, the boys were looking through their old stuff planning to donate it. They decided to start in the attic which they didn't even know they had. But boy was it filled with a lot of stuff in labeled boxes.

"Hey look my old toy car, I forgot I had you well time to donate you", Jason said tossing the car in a pile of stuff he didn't want.

"Hey guys look what I found", Tim said picking up a box with a do not open painted on the top of the box.

Damian took the box, "I think we're not supposed to open it, Oh well". He hurriedly opened the box, and the other boys peered their heads over Damian to see what was in the box.

Surprisingly when they opened it they saw a book, some photos, and other weird things. It all looks so cool like from a movie, Dick slowly took some photos out scrutinizing it.

"Guys look at this", Dick said holding out the photo in front of his brother's face.

"That girl she looks familiar", Jason said reaching out for the photo it was of a girl behind a tree wherein a green and black color robe.

"guys, that's Mom, see the girl has the same birthmark as Mom", Tim said pointing at the girl and the picture of his mom he had taken on his phone.

The boys hurriedly raced down the attic trying to find their mother. Damian had the box in his hand while Tim had the picture. They raced down the stairs almost knocking into Alfred in the process. Finally, they saw their mother in the living room watching one of her favorite movies Princess Diaries.

Y/n heard the sound of footsteps looking in the direction of the noise. She looked at what Tim was holding, and immediately Y/n got up and took the picture out of his hand. " where did you get this" Y/n demanded taking the other things from the other boy's hands.

"Mom, what is this? what have you been hiding? Dick said pointing at the picture. Mom, it's okay you can trust us", Jason said while nudging Damian to go and hug Y/n.

" I am a Witch, I am from Hogwarts where I learned to train and use my power. But not too long ago I fell in love with your father hiding the secret I was a witch, for I was prohibited from telling any non-witch about my powers. So I hid all my stuff in an attic before we got Dick, but you kids must have found it".

"so father still doesn't know", Dick said still trying to process this story. Y/n shook her head no. "You have to tell him Ummi", Damian said. "your right, I will tell him right when he gets home", Y/n said confidently.

Soon Bruce came home, greeting all his children before going upstairs to his and Y/n's room. There he saw Y/n sitting on the bed looking straight at him not a single emotion on her face.

Before Bruce could talk, Y/n started to cry heavily, slumping her shoulders, and looking away from Bruce. Bruce quickly rushed over to her scooping her up in a hug and whispering soothing things in her ear trying to calm her down.

"my pretty girl, what's wrong?", Bruce said continuing to massage Y/n's back. "Bruce, I have something to tell...I am a witch", Y/n didn't wait to see his reaction before continuing "You are probably mad at me but I understand so if you want a divorce then I am fine with it", Y/n said so fast it was hard for Bruce to even comprehend.

"Y/n were not having a divorce, I love you too much for that, no matter if you kept a secret you probably had your reasons and I am not mad", Bruce said in a reassuring tone. Bruce stood up holding Y/n close to him swaying them side to side and humming a beat. Y/n started talking about her past as a witch telling everything to Bruce. She felt so happy to finally tell Bruce after so long, feeling so much better.

"So does that mean since I have powers I can fight crime like you", Y/n said with her best puppy dog eyes. Fuck, it was so hard for Bruce to resist those puppy dogs eyes. "Fine", Bruce said letting out a groan and seeing Y/n jump up and down clapping her hands, smiling widely at Bruce.

Question for the readers: what is your house in Harry Potter?

mine is a Slytherin

[ljh-writing-blog]

Batmom #3

Gotham city is a horrible place, teeming with death and corruption to create a melting pot of horrors her citizens could not avoid. It was here, in this cesspool of dread that your life took a turn for the worst.

A city that had taken everything from her and offered nothing in return. A futile city council let her life fall in the hands of the streets, reducing her to a mere rat in an alleyway scavenging for a meal and warmth. Her fellow citizens ignored her pleas for food, a job, or anyway to clean herself up to be hired for one. A corrupt police department let her disappear, just another missing person’s poster to add to the stack that grew day by day. Gotham took everything from her, how could she ever attempt to love and protect a city that had thrown her down the gutter with no regard as to where she washed up?

Y/N owed her newfound health and sanity to the Justice League but she did not believe she was suitable for offering her help in protecting Earth, let alone Gotham. She had done too much harm, turned into one of the monsters she once feared and terrorized the city herself. How could anyone trust her with human life again, knowing she had been responsible for tormenting such a beautiful thing?

After the night Batman took her into custody her health took a turn for the worst, without the drugs Crane was pumping into her to keep her complacent she soon began to go through withdrawals. Her inability to trust anyone made treatment difficult and she eventually had to be sedated for her body to start healing. While the physical wounds were healing Black Canary feared for her mental state more than anything. They knew Jonathan Crane’s “studies”, Dinah preferred the term torture, focused primarily on fear and obviously something had worked. Just how much damage had been done for your meta-gene to activate?

Diana Prince’s face was the first you saw after waking from months of being in a medically induced coma. The League thought maybe seeing a woman first would induce less stress, it was a plus Diana was virtually indestructible. Diana hadn't bothered with the name Wonder Woman when introducing herself. She knew the woman before her already knew who that, the heroine, was. But she deserved trust in order to give it and her identity was a step. They already knew who the young woman was, it wasn't fair for her to be shrouded by more mysteries and half truths.

-----Past-----

A door opening brought Y/N's attention off the scuff on the wall she had been staring at since she woke. She made no movements and appeared serene as the noise registered in her ears. One could almost believe she was a normal person recovering from an injury, until you noticed the inhibitor collar ornamenting her neck like a choker she would've once thought fashionable when she had possession of her own mind. Her eyes would tell you anything you needed to know about her true state, the saying they were like windows to the soul rang true. Trapped inside the padded cell that was her consciousness she screamed and ran into the walls, searching for any way out of the prison she had been trapped in for months. While her body slumbered and healed peacefully her mind was a living nightmare she had been trapped in for months or maybe even years. She had no clue how long she had been held captive by her own self, her very own thoughts and past actions binding her. It was like a darker, more sinister version of herself lived within her. And with only herself to turn to she appeared, the bete noire, you knew she was Crane's creation. This couldn't have always been you, this thing that weaponized fear like it had been melded into a weapon of her own design. She used your fears against you, when you once thought you were invincible your very own mind was turning you into the same victims your hands had marred. The woman's strong voice brought you out of your torment.

"I know you must be confused, this is most likely the first time you've been completely lucid in years. My colleagues and I want to assist you, we know you've been given abilities you're unable to control. We can help you. I can help you, I want to help you. I know you know who Wonder Woman is but that isn't me, not really. My name is Princess Diana of Themyscira, but here I call myself Diana Prince." She sat next to your bed, unsure if she should touch you but decided with the collar there wasn't much you could do to hurt her. Grabbing your hand that remained strapped down by your side she spoke once more. "I can't promise you that you won't have to atone for your wrongs but I can promise that you and I will work together to right them. We will take back what is yours, and if you decide along the way to fight for more than yourself I will be here to guide you through that as well." A woman who hid behind nothing and no one who helped any thing and everyone, in the few words she had spoken to Y/N she had turned the tides in her mind even if it was only a little. Slowly you spoke, your words gravelly and harsh as the vibration of your vocal cords caused your throat discomfort. "I don't think anyone could ever look at me as a hero, not after what we - I - have done." Diana squeezed your hand as she replied, "We can’t help the way we’re born. We can’t help what we are, only what life we choose to make for ourselves." You could only manage a nod, still too exhausted to try and make sense of your situation. You knew you weren't with Crane and his goons anymore. This was a leg up from any situation you had been in before, with that you allowed yourself to sleep.

-----End Flashback-----

Diana is your best friend, she will always be your friend. The League had given you a home when you hadn't had one in years. They gave you safety and protection. The least you could do was offer it to the world in return. After a year of recovery you would be taking another step in the right direction. At least you hoped it was the right direction for you, it was the only way you could even begin to make up for the damage you had caused. Today would be your first mission as a hero, today your story wasn't being rewritten but given a sequel. You only hoped you could be a hero the League was proud of.

AN: Absolutely shit, i know. i be trying tho.

[harveywritings92]

{Jason is helping Y/n babysit their sibling’s baby.]

Y/n, comes into the livingroom holding several candy bars and soda cans: I’ve found all kinds of great stuff! It’s, uh, not brand name, but I’m sure it tastes fine.

[puts the snacks on the coffee table]

Jason’s brow furrows as he reads the labels:‘Schnickers’? ‘N&N’s’? ‘Butterthumb’? Where does your sister/brother shop?

Y/n: I don’t know, but if you're thirsty, there’s ‘Popsi’.

Jason: Do they have ‘Yoo-hoo’

Y/n: No, but they have ‘Hey, Over Here’.

Jason:... I think I’ll just have a Cherry Popsi.

[millyhelp]

ALSO I remember you had mentioned jason x scarletwitch!reader and let me just say oh my goodness you have the most brilliant and amazing ideas ever

I LITERALLY CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT I NEED SOMEONE TO WRITE A FIC SOON ANY CRUMBS WOULD DO TBH !!

I PROMISE THAT I WILL WRITE ABOUT IT SOME DAY!! My oc is a scarlet witch!! And I have sm ideas about it.

like in the MoM movie... gosh.

[gotham-citys-third-finest]

WIP: Jason Todd x witch!Reader

Jason is used to emptiness. Most of his life was defined by emptiness. A childhood filled with empty pantries, empty pockets, an empty stomach walking to school empty-handed when his mom was too sick to walk him. Eventually the emptiness took over their apartment when she passed and his stare too became as vacant. In his adolescence, he relished the feeling of filling empty spaces. Pickpocketing, shouting in lonely alleyways, peanut butter sandwiches on the first Tuesday of the month. His Robin years were short lived, taking as much as it gave, if not more. Death gave him the power to empty, one he wasn't sure he wanted. In death Jason became emptiness. An empty dining chair, a name said to empty the air out of the sayer's lungs.

His apartment was empty except for his books, but he didn't mind the way M's life, overflowing, spilled into his. Her spare glasses sat on his coffee table by a cup (her cup) of water that was always half full. Her jacket lived draped over his island counter chair, the pockets crinkling with receipts when he would try to move it back to the hook next to his brown leather jacket. Jason's shower shelves were overrun with her lotions and potions. When they walked to the library, her hand always found his, his calluses filling the span of her palm.

He's a ghost in her apartment. He can't help it. Jason walks through the lives of others with the intrusiveness of a passing train's lights on a dark bedroom wall. Heard, seen, gone, forgotten. She bought him slippers to keep at her place and stocks the cupboard with the tea he told her he liked. She salts his path to reveal his presence and lights an overly sweet vanilla candle everytime he comes over. He asked her once why she liked it and she just smiled and whispered, "because it lingers long after you leave."

[more-cardigan-than-woman]

Lonely Hearts

Summary: Jason meets someone unexpected while trying to avoid all the hearts and flowers.

Pair: Aussie!Witch Reader x Jason Todd

Words: 3.8k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, Alcohol, swearing, everyone gets to be a Bi switch, bondage, one night stands, magic, choking, clothes ripping, self indulgent AF, praise kink.

AN: Happy Valentines day. I hate Valentines day, but Jason deserves a nice little treat.

The music coming from inside the club is so loud Jason can see the glass from the door shaking as he approaches. Today is supposed to be a day of love and romance, but all it brought for Jason was memories of mistakes and regrets. He was excited when he heard Amity were playing, it was the perfect thing to distract him from his woes. He's been waiting his whole life for this concert. It's not often that Australian bands even come out to the states, let alone try their luck in Gotham.

“Fuck, I’m late,” he mutters, hearing the vocals of his favourite singer as he steps into the club and sees the crowd in front of the stage. The large sign "The Amity Affliction- One Night Only." hanging above the stage in a dark neon glow.

He steps up to the back of the crowd. The swarm of sweaty bodies writhing so close together that he can’t seem to find a way in. A man in a ripped denim vest, his lean biceps covered in swirling ink almost as tempting as his soft jawline and silky red hair. Jason tries to get his attention but the man disappears into the crowd. Jason takes the opening, slipping his way into the mass of people. He pushes past a small group before the crowd seems to part and a flash of colour in this sea of black catches his eye. A woman, her hair split dyed red and black, her arms covered in fishnets and leather. There seems to be two or three of them, all huddled together at the front of the stage.

"Hey sorry man," someone says, knocking Jason in the shoulder as they make their way past him and towards the front. He lost sight of her in those few seconds, but as he turns back he sees her waving, at him? He turns around, checking she isn't waving at someone behind him. Jason doesn't see anyone, so he waves back at the woman who looks like she’s making a beeline for him.

The crowd seems to funnel her toward him, like a wave rushing to the shore. She makes an abrupt stop, the crowd behind her slamming her into his chest, his hands instinctively clutch her shoulders to keep her from toppling over. It’s then he notices the intricate ink hidden under her fishnet top, snaking their way up her neck and down her fingers.

"Shit, sorry mate." The woman says, her eyes giving him a once over, pausing slightly when she see's his tuft of white hair. Jason tries to recall where he has heard the strange accent before, feeling like it's right on the tip of his brain, "didn't mean ta get me legs all twisted. Ya right?" she smiles in a way that makes Jason shiver, her eyes lighting up in a way that makes him think she's seen him before.

'Right what?" He asks, unsure what exactly she's talking about.

She gives him a confused look before uttering something about Americans under her breath, "See ya later," she shouts, snaking around him and grabbing hold of a smaller woman he hadn't seen. The two women turn, already making their way from him.

"Wait, can I get your name?" He calls out to her as she walks with her friend back into the crowd.

"Ya got buckleys of that mate!" She shouts back, it surprises him that he can even hear her over the roar of the music and the crowd. He sees the woman beside her shoulders start to shake, her head thrown back as if some kind of joke has been told. 

Completely baffed by what the fuck just happened, Jason moves into the crowd. Intent on just enjoying the band he's waited so long to see. They're good. Better than good. Better than he could've ever imagined. But his eyes keep wandering, searching for her. He occasionally catches glimpses, flashes of red in the dark crowd. But never more than that. 

Xx

The night and the party keeps going and going around him. Fuck, he feels like he's just ran all the way to Central city. His legs are aching, he's sweaty and his mouth is so dry. He squishes and squashes his way to the bar. The line is much smaller than he thought and he can hear some kind of commotion. The closer he gets the more clearly he can hear your tone and that harsh accent he had heard from your soft looking lips.

“What's the problem?” He asks, sliding up next to you at the bar.

“Can’t understand her,” the bartender looks with impatience at Jason.

“I got it." You say turning to Jason and he sees an annoyance on your face, “look dude. It's a VCR. It's common, right?”

“A what?” Jason asks, “like cranberry?”

“No.” she shouts somehow offended, “Fuck. Do you have any grenadine?”

“Yes?” The bartender replies.

“Vodka? And coke?”

“Coke?” Jason asks, “are you insane? You can't ask for that at a bar.”

“Ahhh..” you clench your teeth, rolling your eyes, knowing that you should've just bought a flask from your van. “Fine. Just give me a jager bomb. You want one?” You turn to Jason, “come on don't make a girl get maggot on her own.”

“How could I say no?” He smiles, ordering the same and leaning his elbow onto the bar.

“You couldn't,” you reply, clinking your shot glass with his before dropping it into the cup.

“So what's a girl like you doing in a dump like this?” He asks, taking in your wholly black outfit, the artwork he can now see through the holes in your torn stockings running down your legs and your soft lips painted with a dark green lipstick.

“With the band. Who can say no to a free holiday?”

“Are you- like a-”

“A groupie?” You laugh, tapping him lightly on the shoulder, “yeah, nah not a groupie.”

“I didn't mean to imply-”

“Deadset, unless you have a problem with groupies.” you tease, your eyes shining with mischief, “you're cute when ya flustered.”

“Cute? Not handsome? Imposing? Sexy?”

“Very cute,” you reach out, touching his arm again, “hold on one tick.” You pulls out your phone typing a quick text to your mates before looking back up at him. “What's ya plans for the rest of the night?”

“After this? Nothing.”

“What about right now?”

“Plan was to get your name at least.” 

“Cheering, we're bout to do the harry.” You takes his hand, pulling him from the crowd and towards the stage entrance.

“Where are we going?” He says, taking longer strides to keep up with you, “I don't wanna miss my favourite song.”

“They haven't played it yet?” You ask, turning to look over your shoulder as you open the door and flashes your badge at the security guard, “they usually play Show me your God and Drag the Lake as an encore.”

“How did you-?”

“They're popular, I reckon we've got maybe 2 more songs,” you say, pulling him into the curtain bay and pressing him into the wall. “You can watch from here if you want, but first-” you catch his jaw pulling his lips down to yours, your arms on his waist as you press yourself into him.

“Hmm.. Don’t even know your name,” Jason mumbles into your mouth, fuck you taste like cigarettes and marker pens. How is that so fucking hot? He circles his arms down your ass, your fishnets feeling like sin on his fingertips as he lifts you, spinning you around until he’s pressing you into the wall. “Where’d you come from?”

“Hell,” you smirk into his mouth, “you been?”

“Yeah, didn’t agree with me.”

“Me neither.” Your long pointed nails scrape through Jason's hair, tugging his face back, “got you all messy, mate.”

“That dark lipstick all over me?”

“Yeah, not sorry 'bout it,” you pull him back in for another kiss, while he presses you harder into the wall, his cock is so fucking hard. God, how's he going to explain this when he has to leave? 

“Can we really do this right here?”

“Not really. But I thought you'd like the view.” Your head tilts to the side, “they're about to play ya song,” you swats at his hands, “don't you wanna see it?”

“I’m pretty happy with this view,” he kisses into your neck as he sets your feet back on the ground. When you go to walk away he pulls you back, “Hey mystery girl,” he tugs you in front of him, “I ah-”

You look down noticing the huge ass fucking tent in his pants and the pouting of his lower lip, “You need some help there?”

“Yes,” he mutters under his breath, “This is your fault.”

“My fault-” you hold a hand to your chest, “Nah, yeah, I guess ya right. Ok. Come on,” you take his hands wrapping them around you as you walk forward. Your body hiding what's poking you in the ass. The hardness sending a tingle through you with every step you take.

“That's making it worse.”

“Shh, they're about to start.” 

The band starts playing and Jason shouts in your ear, “This ones my favourite.”

“Sames. Sorry we can’t mosh here,” 

“This is a great view.” he smiles, leaning his chin onto your head, his hands clinging together around you as you sway together, watching from the curtains as the band rocks out.

You both watch the band and the crowd, the whole place seems to shake with the bass and the beat of the pulsing crowd. The band says goodnight, before heading into the crowd to meet the fans, “Saw the thing now, Happy? Wanna see something else cool?” you ask, peering up and over your shoulder at Jason. Your eyes going wide with how joyful he looks.

“Is it going to kill me?” Jason replies, looking down at you with curiosity.

“If you want, but mostly no.” you turn, taking two steps and grabbing a stray hoodie from one of the hangers and handing it to him, “This should help you with your ah-” your eyes dart down 'problem.'

“Thanks,” Jason says, tying it around his waist. “So mystery girl, where we going?” he asks as you lead him down a corridor and out the back of the club, “Killing me in an alley isn’t very original.”

“Mate, original is the last bloody thing I am,” you smirk, dragging him down past the street lights, into the darkness and towards your van.

“Wow, Mystery Machine, eat your heart out,” Jason jokes, leaning on the van.

“Told ya, you think I'm a fibber?” you quirk your brows.

“You live here?” He asks as you slide the door open and he takes in the dark fabrics hung from the roof over the windows, the shelves of books and the tiny bed hidden in the back. “It's nice.”

“It's a shitheap, but Bertha's my shitheap, goes everywhere with me.” You climb inside, ducking your head and pulling your powder drawer open, “maybe watch your head and give me like one-” you bite down on your lip to help you concentrate until you find the vial you need and pour some of it into your palm, ”Last chance to bolt,” you peer up at him lowering your lips to your hand.

“And miss all the excitement?”

“Get in then,” you direct him, giving him a quick smile as he steps inside, “Shut the door behind ya,” you flick your chin towards it and as he slides it shut you begin to whisper into the powder. With the words said, you release the powder, blowing it out and around you.

“The fuck is this?” Jason asks when the purple powder drifts from your palm and into the air. The mist swirls and swirls around you. 

When the mist clears he’s in a giant canvas tent, the large room centred by a huge bed. The four poster covered in lace and vines, torches dimly light the room, flickering over your pretty face, “That was fucking cool, how'd you did that?” he calls, noticing the distance between you.

“Boss taught me,” you shrug, twirling your arm around the bed post, your finger pointing out and beckoning him towards you, “feel better now you've got the head room?” 

“Definitely,” he growls, stalking towards you faster than he thinks. Picking you up and slamming you both into the bed. He rips and tears at the fishnets covering your body, his nimble fingers quickly finding the clasp on your skirt. “Shit you're pretty,” he smiles down at you as his hands glide inside your thighs. 

“You're taking too long,” you mutter, pulling out some red dust whispering something in maybe Latin he thinks before the mist is swirling around you and you're both naked.

“Where-? I need my clothes to get home.”

“On the hanger,” you point behind him to all his clothes neatly hung on your dresser, “‘sides, who says you're going home? Maybe I'll keep ya.”

“You can keep me right here,” he says as he presses his fingers into the dripping mess of your pussy. “Soaking,” he growls tilting over you so he can catch your lips in his. His hard cock is so swollen that it looks like it's been throbbing for hours. Well, at least 30 minutes by your count. He presses it down into your stomach, his fingers patting you from the inside and flattening his palm, giving you something to grind on while he assaults your lips. “Tell me how you like it,” he moans into your mouth.

“Messy, rough, quick, no strings.”

“Got any magic powder to help?”

“No, but-” you turn to the left, mumbling a familiar phrase into the pillow while your fingers reach up and press into the headboard, “how do you feel about restraints?”

“Can be fun,” 

“Good.” you press the last piece of the puzzle and watch as the vines start to twirl from the canopy. “Kay, mate. On your back.” you push at his chest, rolling over, “I like to be on top.”

“Alright, mystery girl, don’t know how I’m going to tie you up while you're there.”

“Who said I was being tied up?” you tease him, holding onto his wrists and pushing them up to the edge of the bed. 

“You can’t really think you’re stronger than me?”

“I don’t. But I know you’re not putting up a fight,” you smile as the vines tangle around his wrists, “Now be a good boy and sit still,” you perch on his thighs, your hands skating up the scars covering him, “Hmm, so the stories are true,” you whisper, your lips, tongue and teeth skating up the soft flesh of his stomach.

"What?" He asks breathlessly, his wrists tugging on the vines, while his body pushes up into your mouth. "Ah, fuck," he moans as your lips grow closer and closer to his throbbing cock. Your hands skating down his thighs, nails digging in gently to his flesh.

"Look at me, pretty boy," you say in a low voice, stating up at him from between his legs, "good." Your fingers start to travel the muscle lines of his thighs, "if you want me to stop, just say the word and it stops."

"Okay," he pants, his hips trying to thrust up towards your mouth.

"If it gets to much or wrists start to hurt you tell me to stop. Be a good boy and Repeat that back to me so I know your listening." His cock bounces at that and you feel like you've won the lottery.

"Stop means stop."

"Good job," you smile devilishly at him, your mouth ghosting over his cock as your tongue darts out to lick at him, "going to paint you so pretty with my lipstick, pretty boy." His cock throbs, a sneaky drop of pre leaking out.

He squeals so cute as you take him in your mouth, the salty tang of his pre cum salivating your mouth, his hips already moving to meet your every bob. "Pretty boys got such a tasty cock." You moan as you come up for breath and plant your hand at his base. Sliding your spit down the shaft, "what a good boy, can you thrust up into my mouth harder for me?"

"Ye-." He nods, the world barely audible as his teeth clamp down on his bottom lip. "What are you- don't stop," he begs as you pause leaning up to pull his lip from his teeth.

"So soft, don't do that, I want to hear you," you pump down on his cock with your fist, making him moan into your mouth, "how else will I know I'm doing a good job?"

"Fuck, sorry. I- that's so good," he moans thrusting up into your hand.

"Good boy," you slink back down taking him once again in your mouth, your tongue dancing along his long shaft, your spit spilling down while he fucks up into your mouth. Jason's moans fill your ears, his breathing getting heavy and his thrusting growing faster, But it's those short little pleas for more that tell you all you need to know.

He groans when you pull off his cock, crawling your way up his body  "you did so well," you coo, cupping his face and bringing his lips to yours, "do you know how good you taste?" You ask him as you stick your tongue down his throat.

"Taste better on you," 

"Tell me what you want, pretty boy." 

"You."

"How do you want me?"

"I want to be inside you." 

"You just were."

"Your pussy, I want to fuck you."

"Ask nicely."

"Please, mystery girl. Please fuck me."

"How can I say no when you pout so pretty." You scoot down, your pussy hovering over his cock before sinking down. Your brain buzzing as his huge dick stretches you out, your pussy pulsing around him. "Fuck, ya filling me so good." You moan as he bottoms out, your hips already starting to mindlessly grind into him. Your nails digging into his chest for stability as you bounce on him.

"Hands are..fuck." He groans, tugging on the vines.

"They sore sweetheart?" 

"So sore," he lies, he needs to het his hands on you, fuck he wants to touch you so badly. 

"2 seconds," you mumble, leaning up over his head, the tip of his cock just barely inside you, your tits right in his face. He takes the opportunity to suck and bite at them, "I need to concentrate," you moan as his teeth bite into your nipple, trying to think of the words to dispel the vines as your thoughts start to swell. "Fuck it." You hit the dagger sigil on the headboard. It appears in seconds in your hand and you slice away the vines.

The vines go loose and Jason takes his opportunity to flip you. His cock thrusting up into you as he pins you beneath him. His hands move quick to pin yours to your side while his mouth moves to yours, "what's wrong mystery girl? Did I ruin your plan?"

"No, not at all." You moan as you wrap your legs around his thighs and tilt your hips up, fucking back into him, "God that feels fucking good."

"Fuck, keep telling me-" he moans releasing your hands. He takes one thigh in his hand and presses it up into your chest.

"That you're pretty? Sweetheart, you're fuckin stunning," you hold onto his face making him look you in the eye when he tries to turn away, "fuckin me so good," you moan, "yeah- grind, fuck, like that, pretty boy."

"Holding me so tight," 

"I'm getting close," you moan, arching your back up, "choke me, put those strong hands on me."

"So fucking happy you asked," his hand clasps around your neck, gently pressing in at the sides where, "that's a good look on you."

"I look good on you." 

"Yes,"

"You going to-"

"Yes, you?"

"Together?"

"Please, please, plea-"

"Such a good pretty boy, begging for my cum without even asking," "Fuc- I'm nearly, Jason, fuck, cum. Cum" your pussy pulses, squeezing down on his cock, "cum with me. Do it. Now."

"Yes, yes. Yes. So ahhh-" he screams, as his cum pulses, more then he's ever felt before floods your guts.

"Keep going, just-" his pace starts to slow, "yeah. Like that. Good boy," your push his sweaty curls from his hair. 

"From hell you said?" He jokes, pressing his forehead into yours, "I believe it now."

"Something like that," you say, "you want some water?" 

"Please," he says, finally stopping and rolling down into your soft pillows. His hand wiping the sweat from his brow. His eyes locked on the intricate tattoo, which seems to be swarm of ravens that fly down your legs as you stand. You lean over a bench grabbing two bottles of water. As you turn back his eyes trace over the intricate pattern of the night sky on your right arm, stars and moons aplenty. He wishes he had time to explore them more, to ask about the black cat that rests in your shoulder dip.

"They're a bit wet," you say, pulling his attention back to you. Wrapping a tea towel the water, before grabbing another to clean yourself up before climbing back into bed. "You alright? How are your wrists?" You ask taking them in your hands and turning them over, "Sorry they're so red." 

"It's fine." He tries to pull away, but your soft finger tips, covered in tiny letters he doesn't recognise graze over the marks, a tiny white glow pulsing from them that he nearly doesn't see.

"That better?"

"Much actually, what was that?"

"Just a little something I learnt from a mate."

"Oh," he sighs contently, definitely not jealous as his brain quiets down as you bring his head to your chest, "you're going to be gone when I wake up aren't you." He realises as you gently toy with his hair.

"Yes, Jason. I am."

"Can I call you?"

"No," you start and he lets out a petulant whimper, making you roll your eyes, "but you can have this," you pull a card from the air, "just light it up and I'll find you as quick as I can." He reaches for it, but with a swish of your hands it's gone.

"Where-"

"It's in your coat, you don't need it right now. I'm right here with you. Just get some rest, you earned it." You kiss into his forehead, watching as he drifts off into a dreamless sleep. Noone dreams in this dimension, it's the reason you chose it.

Xx

Waking with a start, Jason pats the bed around for you. Only to find his pillows and the gun safely tucked underneath. Shit. He didn't even get to say goodbye. He bolts up, noticing how rested and relaxed he feels even if he had passed out in his jeans. Fuck, did he dream it. Dream about you? The tattooed, sexy witch who'd made his dreams come good for once. 

Patting himself down, he tries to find evidence. The card, he thinks you put it in his coat and sure enough, tucked inside his inside pocket is a small card with a note wrapped around it. He almost tears his jacket to get it out. The note reads "Thanks for a good time, Zombie Boy. It was good to finally meet you." How did you?- But as Jason stares down at the card, he realises that he didn't tell you his name. He's pacing his room going over every detail, the card hanging loosely in hand when he figures out where's he's heard your voice before. His eyes dart to the gold lettering shimmering in the morning sunlight Costantine & Co Aust. Dept. Light for help.

Taglist: look i know you guys know im shit at tagging. all i can do is apologise.

@megumisbabymomma @nutmeg030

[redhoodedangel]

Scars that Last (Arkham! Jason Todd X Scarlet Witch! Reader) {Route A} Pt.3-Revenge

In the words of Doc Brown from ‘Back to the Future’… You gonna see some serious shit!

Warning ⚠️: Violence, trauma, mental breakdown on Reader’s part, themes of mental health/mental illness, murder (nothing graphic tho), Scarlet Witch! Reader being driven crazy by love and grief, Sick!Joker and surprise at the end

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Denial…

Anger…

Bargaining…

Depression…

Acceptance…

You’ve felt it all before during the past year since losing Jason. You would barely reach the stage of Acceptance before restarting the cycle all over again. The guilt and heartache ate you alive, leaving you empty and filled with endless tears and suffering. It only got worse after Barbara was shot and paralyzed… by the very same man who took your soulmate from you.

Soon enough, that sorrow turned into rage. Rage at the Joker for his atrocities and the uncontrolled chaos he brought. Rage at anyone who dared sided with or affiliated themselves with him. All you wanted to do was to walk up to the bastard and snap his neck with one flick of the wrist. One singular hand motion with your powers…

You wanted him to suffer… the way he made you and everyone you ever loved suffer…

But, a part of you knew it wouldn’t change what happened. It wouldn’t bring Jason back to the world, alive and well. It wouldn’t heal Barbara and get her out of the wheelchair she was now bound to. It wouldn’t end the crime running rampant around Gotham. It wouldn’t undone the years of damage done to so many innocent lives.

But the feeling of hopelessness and despair grew more disheartening as you stared down the secret passageway to Arkham’s long dormant Intensive Treatment Wing. Your heeled footsteps echoing off the decrepit walls and floors. Walking past the many abandoned cells and rooms that once housed the criminally insane. Of course, since Joker had fallen ill and recently escaped, the asylum was strangely quiet. It was like a ghost town…

You then turned towards a cell that was opened by the slight crack. Opening the door and descending the stairs, you saw a familiar sight. One you remembered all too well and that had been burned into your mind.

It was the chair that Jason had once sat in during the video… the same chair he had died in…

The light above it flickered due to age and strained wiring. But you make out other details within the room. A table lined with surgical instruments, weapons and drugs. A few cots with dirty covers on it in the back. A wheelchair wrapped in cut rope and barbed wire from your first vision of your lost soulmate. The camera and tripod that was used to shoot the film of Jason’s death, the phone now laying broken on the floor.

Just looking over the room was too much for you to bear. Tears filled your eyes as your hand went into the pocket of your cardigan. You pulled out a Polaroid photo of Jason and Bruce in front of Wayne Manor. It was taken when he had first joined the family. Bruce had given it to you as an apology after failing to find him as Batman and letting you down. Flipping it over, there was a note from Jason to the billionaire playboy himself…

‘Hey Bruce, Remember to take a day off now and again. -JT’

Reading the simple letter and one more look around the room was enough to get you to choke up and fall to your knees. Your tears now cascaded down your cheeks and onto the floor. Your heart pounded with the ache of a thousand knives stabbing you. The pain… it was too much… too much to handle…

Until…

Within a split second, the pain from before was replaced with a dull sting. The ache in your heart was now a weight on your shoulders. But it gave you a newfound sense of purpose and hope. A way to get your revenge while avenging those you loved.

You would dawn a mantle that was all your own and fight for what you believed was right. You would wear the color red to display the darkened cracks in your heart and soul. You would never allow any criminal to take advantage of your weaknesses or flaws. You would show that when you say or promised something, such as a threat, you would mean it and followed through with it.

You wouldn’t be like Batman or anyone in his family. Following a strict moral code that didn’t account those who were unafraid of them. Instead, you would bring death to those who truly deserved it for the amount of blood they have shed. And for those who were afraid, you would make sure they stayed that way, even while locked up. You would use controlled chaos to dampen out the unruly version that crime brings…

But, you would need to make your threat and presence known to someone…

And you knew just the right canidate…

But it would require some planning…

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Amusement Mile…

Joker’s base of operations…

This was exactly where you wanted to go. Due to his ailment weakening him, the Joker has been laying low. Something which, having learned from experience, was a sign of nothing good. No one, with the exception of the Batman family and the GCPD, has set foot in this part of Gotham. No one knew what the Joker was truly capable of and wanted to keep it that way. You couldn’t blame them…

But, your soulmate was his prisoner for a year and was subjected to all kinds of torture. If anyone was going to go to the place where no one else would, it was you…

The first thing you noticed was that the area was devoid of people. No thugs, no goons, not even Harley Quinn and her men, either. It was a ghost town, but some part of you knew better than let the scenery fool you.

Closing your eyes, you began looking for any signs of Joker, wandering the vicinity. Using things like water that leaked from pipes or cracks and nicks in the woodwork. Anything that could’ve yielded a point of sight for you to find him. It felt like an eternity until you finally spotted green hair and a purple suit nearby via a crack in a wall.

With a sudden jolt, you used your powers to launch yourself over to where he was. As you landed, the wood of the roof gave away, alerting the Joker. The sickly clown then laughed and coughed in your presence, “Oh, well, look at what the bats dragged in! The former Boy Wonder’s Girl!”

“You tortured and killed my soulmate! You paralyzed my sister with a bullet! You tormented and destroyed so many innocent people! Now, you’re gonna pay!” You howled like an angry wolf, protecting its pack. You went in for the attack, the red energy in your hands pushing against the cane in his.

Your anger flared as your blow didn’t connect with your target as you intended. You kept pushing and pressing down as the Joker continued to hold up his defensive stance. The leader in crime chuckled darkly at your rage and the extension of your powers. Almost as if he was waiting for this moment to happen… for you to waltz in, lose all your composure and go absolutely ballistic on him.

“Ah, I see that my mark has been left on you as well. Quite the irony, I must say. Looks like the little soulmate went down with her Robin.” He said with that mocking, sadistic tone you were all too familiar with. It sickened and pissed you off a disproportionate amount…

“Shut up! I’m not your pawn or property, nor was Jason! I’m my own woman and Jason his own man! I am who I choose to be!” You pushed down even harder, your muscles straining from the effort.

Joker then took the high ground, exclaiming, “Not quite, you aren’t!”

A cord came springing out of the top of Joker’s cane and wrapped around your neck. The impact sent you tumbling backwards onto the floor. Pain shot through the back of your head as you hit the ground. Suddenly, the Joker was standing over you and from his cane, a sharp blade came out of its sheath. The tip of the blade then digs its way into the ‘J’ branding on your cheek.

However, you refused to let out even the slightest sound of pain. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you bend and break…

“Oooh~ You are tough! Just like your dear Jason! A powerful young witch bonded to the Dark Knight’s apprentice. How fitting…”

“Shut up!”

With a blast of your magic, you knocked Joker’s weapon away and got back on your feet. You then used your powers to push him back into the railing behind him. As he hit the woodwork, he let out a mixture of coughing and cackling.

“Y’know, I almost told Jason what you were…”

You froze in place where you stood, your glowing hands faltering before the aura winked out completely. Your face lost its enraged expression and dropped to a look of shock. Gasping, you then uttered, “What?”

“Oh, yeah. Of course, I didn’t in the end. I mean, seriously?! The Bat’s former Boy Wonder, being the Soulmate to the Scarlet Witch? C’mon, the boy could barely believed that Bats had someone else fill in his shoes the first time around…” Joker exclaimed, his declaration punctuated by coughing and weakened catching of breath.

“I have a feeling that there’s a bit more to your reason than that… either that, or you’re trying to get me to expose my weakness…” you hissed lowly, red flashing in the irises of your eyes. Something told you that Joker didn’t tell Jason about your powers, not just to save face, but for something else. For something that he was refusing to tell anyone else.

“I wanted to see just how devoted you were to him, (Y/N). Believe me, you were the only name and face he clung to when Batman failed him. Of course, he didn’t know that you were making your own effort to find him. But, while I did manage to make him see Bats for what he was, his heart wasn’t easily swayed. It always belonged to you… and in turn, his thoughts of you weren’t… shall we say, altered?” Joker explained lightly, looking over the grounds of Amusement Mile.

You didn’t say anything, but you were taking in every word. While you could tell what parts of his speech was true, other pieces were harder to decipher. It was as if he was telling everything you wanted and needed to hear and even things you didn’t want to hear about.

The clown continued with his speech, “What I’m trying to say, (Y/N), is… your power is a force of reckoning. It can create, just as it can destroy. Save lives as it can take them. Do right as it can do wrong. You’ve gotten this far with them… but, are you going to do right by Jason?”

The question would’ve left anyone stuttering or struggling to find words. But you were no fool… you weren’t naive. The Joker had hoped to lure you out in order to change your perceptions of the Batman Family, like he did to Jason. Hoping to break you… using Jason as the trigger…

“Wow, you really think I’m that stupid, don’t you, Joker?”

Joker’s Cheshire grin suddenly went down when he realize what was going on. He had failed because you had figured out his plan for you. He didn’t realize that you weren’t that easy to manipulate. Even if he used your soulmate as the crutch…

With a wave of your hand, you switched into your Scarlet Witch attire. A black domino mask was a part of the headpiece you wore and covered the space around your eyes. The bottom left point and top right point was elongated, the left one concealing the ‘J’ mark. With your transformation done, you smirked at the flabbergasted clown in front of you.

“You may have managed to pull the wool over Jason’s eyes, but not me. I know what you’re capable of… the cruelty, the bloodshed, the senseless violence… You and Batman break the rules and become symbols… I do it for the sake of the man I’m destined to be with and I’m suddenly a menace to both of you… That doesn’t seem fair…”

“Life isn’t always fair, my dear. You can’t have order without chaos…”

“Life is only unfair because of people like you, Joker. People who take advantage of others for their own benefit or entertainment. Who take things that don’t belong to you, including people, who have the right to be what they choose to be. Who manipulate and twist the truth to get what they want. But what you want is none of my business. All I want is you dead, so that Jason, in whatever afterlife he’s in, can rest peacefully. That’s all I want as his soulmate since watching him die.”

You then began to walk away when Joker said this, “and if I somehow find a way to keep living?”

You smirked softly as you turned back to look at him, “Then it won’t be me or Batman who comes after you… it’ll only be the Scarlet Witch…”

You then used your magic to levitate yourself off the ground and into the air. You then set off to your apartment, hoping to get your mind off of the mentally destabilizing encounter with your soulmate’s murderer. The Joker’s words had hit you harder than you care to admit.

Little did you know that someone had seen and heard your whole confrontation with the Joker… A person clad in a red hoodie and a baseball cap…

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Six months later, you got a call from Jim Gordon, your adoptive father. He said that he had something he wanted to show me. As you walked into the apartment, you saw Barbara at the kitchen table, talking to two figures you couldn’t see. Your father was in the kitchen, sipping on a mug of coffee and looking through his phone.

“Hey, dad. You wanted to show me something?” You asked, your winter coat folded over your hands.

“Actually, there’s a couple of people I want you to meet…” Looking back and nodding at Barbara, she then rolled away from the table and revealing who she was talking to.

Two identical boys, no older than ten, sat at the wooden table. Both of them had a bowl of half-eaten ice cream in front of them. The boy to your left was wearing a red shirt and jeans, while the other on the right wore green. They looked at you with soft smiles and bright eyes.

A small smile appeared on your face upon seeing them. You approached the two with a soft and gentle demeanor, “Hi, I’m-…”

No sooner had you spoke, the twins came running up to you and hugged you tight. You were caught off guard by the sudden action of these boys. The fact that it happened with no warning or explanation was overwhelming. You then looked to your family for an answer. It was Barbara who gave it to you…

“(Y/N), meet your long lost little brothers, Billy and Tommy…”

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Hi! So, a little bit of context…

Billy and Tommy were born before (Y/N)’s birth parents died. The father was killed by an explosion (the same explosion Joker caused in Arkham Origins). The mother died in the hospital of a broken heart after giving birth to the twins (she stayed at the hospital a couple of days to recover from the pregnancy). (Y/N) miraculously survived the explosion and was unscathed (probability hex, anyone?).

Also, (Y/N)’s origins as the Scarlet Witch are a mix of the original Marvel Comics and the MCU. Essentially, (Y/N) is one in a long line of Scarlet Witches, with her mother being the last one before her (like the comics, please feel free to correct me if I’m wrong). But, in order to unlock her full potential, she has to experience and endure trauma, like in the MCU.

Also, the scene where (Y/N) confronts Joker is straight from Arkham Knight Genesis when Jason confronts the Joker before he dies, with some slight changes.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy and stay tuned for a new part of Route B!

Bye!~

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[artistmonkee]

Omg..... Okay! So I got this crazy prompt idea for Jason Todd aka Red Hood. Okay so him and the reader are dating before he was killed by the joker and she was a regular civilian except she was a normal today witch (nothing like Zatanna or doctor Fate). They met one night when a simple criminal dragged her into an alley way (Either to steal something from her or to rape her or kidnap. Whichever you decide.) As he was about to save her she used a really cool self defense move. He was impressed and started flirting with her as Robin. later on when they become official he reveals his identity. A year later Jason gets the information about his mom and he says his goodbye to her before the mission *wink* *wink*.

She prays to the gods she worships to keep him safe that night. After he's been gone for awhile she starts to get worried and sends out another prayer to the gods she worships before doing a spell of protection on Jayson. Later she gets a knock on her apartment door and she opens it to find Dick and Bruce there. Before they say anything she already knows, because the night before she felt her heart shatter all of a sudden for no reason. Atleast she thought it was for no reason at the time. She's sad at first and Bruce and Dick comfort her. After the funeral she goes home exhausted from crying. Then anger boils inside her and she curses the gods for not protecting her Jason. At the time she was angry and hurt and didn't realize what she was doing. Or knowing she was digging her own grave by cursing the gods. two years later She's walking down the street of Gotham when she's pulled into an alley way. And before she can asses what's happening she's been hit in the head by something metal. She later wakes up in the middle of a darkened room with her strapped to a table with only a shirt and panties on. In walks the joker and he tells her he found out who the boy wonders lover was and how he tortured Jason as well as when he would hear Jason crying and saying he'll never get to see you again or tell her he loves her one last time. He then does some things to the reader.........

Later Batman and Nightwing are patrolling and they see something in the Alleyway. They jump down and look before gasping in horror. The readers bruised and scratched body lay in the middle of the alley. Dead. They burry her next to Jason's grave. Three years later after Jason becomes Red Hood he goes to her apartment to finally see her again only to find an abandoned apartment. He first thinks it's because she was so heartbroken she didn't want to stay in the same place they shared. But it's not until he's captured the joker and threatening to kill him while talking to Bruce is when the Joker tells him how he tortured, raped, and killed the reader. Jason stands in shock before tears run down his face and ugly gut wrecking sobs wrack through his body. Then his anger flairs and he goes to shoot the joker when he hears the voice of a goddess tell him to stop and if he doesn't kill the joker she'll show him how to get you back. He obeys, but not before giving him a good beating. He goes with Batman. They go through boxes of the readers stuff and find her witch books and herbs. They figure out a way to bring you back, and as a reward they give her powers like Zatanna's. She fights along side him from now on and they've got each others backs.

Into goes into a few years later and it shows him holding her and hugging her swollen belly saying he will always protect them.

Well what do you think? And I might do a fanfic for this but I kinda wanna see your guys versions. So if you do make a story based off this please tag me or something so I can see it. Also when I think of Jason I see this version of him.

[thesandsofelsweyr]

TOUCH

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《RATING》 🔞 Explicit 《WORDS》 658

《PAIRING》 Arkhamverse Jason Todd x Female Reader✧

《TROPES》 Smut, Scars, Nipple Play, Body Worship, Hand Jobs, Porn Without Plot, Comfort No Hurt

《TAGLIST》 @aaliyah-wayne @ladytauria @millyhelp @slvtforscara @betty-1880 @deans-spinster-witch

《NOTES》

✧ The gendered word "queen" is used at the end, otherwise it can be read as a gender neutral reader 😊

This is the completed version of this prompt by Anonymous

Please reblog if you enjoy the read so others can enjoy it as well! ❤️

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You gently slide one arm behind his neck, careful not to wake him yet. You two have been together long enough for him not to startle at your touch, to trust your soft hands won’t hurt him. He’s grown accustomed to the feel of your skin against his, so he continues to doze (peacefully, you hope.)

You begin with a single fingertip. With the deftness of a calligrapher illuminating an ancient manuscript, you trace his soft, full lips, paying careful attention to the tiny scars that mark them, before dragging your finger over the cleft of his chin. With a single fingernail you draw an invisible line down the column of his neck, passing over his Adam’s apple, dipping into the hollow of his throat, then moving onto his chest. There you weave random patterns on his warm skin until you find his nipple. You circle that pink pearl of flesh, smiling when it begins to stiffen beneath your touch. You press a delicate kiss into his cheek, then nuzzle at his ear, inhaling the scent of his sandalwood shampoo and the remnants of his sweat still dampening his hair. You find his other nipple, which you rub between two fingers as you slide your tongue along the shell of his ear. Your finger then moves to the Arkham symbol carved into his abs. To you it isn’t the symbol of his prison, but rather an arrow leading you to buried treasure.

You follow the trail of black hair disappearing into his boxer briefs. Your hand slips into the waistband, following the coarse hair to the base of his cock, which begins to stir from your ministrations. You nibble at the fold of his ear while your palm finds his shaft, careful to avoid his balls for now, which remain ultra-sensitive, even after all this time. You run the heel of your palm over his length, up and down, gentle but firm, until it hardens at your touch.

A single blue-green eye peeks out from beneath a heavy lid, and those lips you so adore quirk up into a rare smile, which you return before trailing kisses down his neck and chest. You take a stiff nipple between your teeth, your eyes never leaving his, your hand now wrapped around his hard-soft cock. Precum leaks from its swollen tip, and he lets out a low, deep moan, his body tensing beneath you as you bring him closer and closer to ecstasy.

“That feels so good, baby,” he murmurs in a deep voice, still thick with sleep, as he tenderly combs gnarled fingers through your hair.

He’s fully erect now, diamond-hard cock twitching in your palm. You suck at his stiff nipple, enjoying the feel of the muscles in his breast straining against the sensation. His fingers tighten in your hair, tugging at your scalp, and a low groan of pleasure slips from his lips, encouraging you. Your grip tightens around his shaft, and your pace quickens. His foreskin peels back with each pump, precum coating his length. You can tell he’s close now: his muscles are as taut as strings on a violin, his heavy breath is ragged, his animalistic grunts are louder, his spine is arched, his hips are pressed against your pistoning fist. Your lips move from his nipple to the circled R carved into his breast, which you cover with soft kisses before tracing it with the tip of your tongue. You love worshipping his scars, claiming them from the monster who gave them to him, making them your own marks of love. His loudest groan yet fills your ears as his body stiffens, then warm cum is pulsing over your hand.

He gently cups the side of your face with a calloused palm, running a thumb over your cheek. Those beautiful blue-green eyes gaze into your own eyes, peeling away your skin, exposing your soul to him. “My queen,” he murmurs. “My beautiful queen.”

[cheriecelestial]

Angel Series Chapter List

pairing *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Red Hood!Jason Todd X fem!reader

disclaimer *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ mild angst. fluff. suggestive content. age gap(jason is 19-20 reader is 26). eventual sexual content. MDNI (18+ rated chapters). yandere themes. swearing. canon typical graphic violence. mild gore. mentions of domestic and child abuse. slow updates. non-canon complacent.

synopsis*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ It had been almost a decade since he had gazed into those warm large eyes—a fragment of his childhood that he had long relegated to oblivion. Jason Todd had what most would call a troubled childhood. Amid the darkest moments of his youth, one saving grace remained —his angel, Y/N L/N. One he completely forgot about when he assumed the mantle of Robin. Fates had been kind enough to reunite him with his angel and he’d be damned if he let her get away.

╰ ┈➤ ·:*:·゜ Angel pt.1

╰ ┈➤ ·:*:·゜ Angel pt.2

╰ ┈➤ ·:*:·゜ Angel pt.3 - coming soon

╰ ┈➤ ·:*:·゜ Angel pt.4

╰ ┈➤ ·:*:·゜ Angel pt.5

╰ ┈➤ Masterlist

╰ ┈➤ Tags: @thisisafish123 @ceramic-raven @millyhelp @blamedbisexual @trunkswithlonghair-blog @jasontoddthings @deans-spinster-witch @12134z03 @sophiethewitch1 @johnnysilverhandeeznuts @yasmin-oviedo @rosecentury @pierayanna @jinviktor @crybaby-21 @solarrexplosion @sahana28banana @ari-sama21 @hana-no-seiiki @princessbl0ss0m @fictionalwhor3 @leeleecats

╰ ┈➤ Cred: @cafekitsune / mdni banner

©️ cheriecelestial - arabelle | 2024

[the-daydreaming-show]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 — “I am, I have been, and I was born hungry.”

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: An abandoned son makes a decision. The cared for son is taken away.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(𝐬): Bruce Wayne X ScarletWitch!Reader; Jason Todd x Batmom!ScarletWitch!Reader; Tim Drake x Batmom!ScarletWitch!Reader; Jason Todd x Tim Drake.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: kidnapping, mention of PTSD, weapons, threats (silent), drugs and forced drug use, death of Janet Drake, and mention of Jack Drake in the hospital, Jason is mansplaining, manipulating and manslaughter his way through this sequel.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: This took a while because I had a precise plan for this sequel, but writing this chapter, something possessed me and changed everything. So, now I'm not sure what's going to happen, it's all in destiny hands now on!!!

Thanks to our beta reader, the wonderful @igotmessymind for her work, as always, I appreciate you very much!!

Now, I would like to make a special mention of @andieperrie18, who made a playlist base on the Batmom Scarlet Witch.

And I need you to admire this masterpiece, because this playlist doesn't just include songs. NOO, It also has dialogue between Batmom and Bruce at the beginning, and it's just gold. Also go to check the other playlist in her channel, they have some good stuff. The small talks and slow dancing with Bruce Wayne is one of my favorites!!!

So, thank you very much to you @andieperrie18 for your love and the dedication it took to make this playlist. I don't have enough words to show my adoration and gratitude for this playlist. So everyone, please go give them love to the playlist while reading this chapter!!

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐔𝐬 / Prelude / Next Part

Jason knew he was not walking on good ground. He hadn't been since he was revived in the Lazarus Pit. He hadn't been when he had killed criminals to try to control Gotham's crime. Nor when he had to escape from Arkham Asylum after Batman had locked him there, under the excuse that it was best for him.

Lies. 

All were lies.

He knew it now more than ever as he looked at his wall.

Jason was sitting in an old chair facing the wall, where a variety of photos, newspaper clippings, maps, and notes were displayed. 

Seeing that wall told him that he was definitely slipping into a new territory of madness. 

But-he-couldn't-stop. It was like he was on a slide, and he couldn't dig his heels in to stop. A part of him didn't want to stop. 

Just as he hadn't wanted to soften the news of his return to Bruce, that part of Jason wanted revenge with every atom of his true self. And now it was pushing him towards that wall. 

Another part of him, though, didn't want to do this. It was the part that still made him want to put his hands in his mouth to eat his cuticles, like he had done as a child. That part wanted to approach you on the street, and calmly let you explain why you hadn't sought him out. So that he could move on somehow, in a way that would make you proud of how Jason had handled everything.

But you had abandoned him.

After Bruce found out he was alive, Jason had hoped that once he told you all of it, you'd show up at his door. Jason had been ready to listen to your logical arguments and leave the whole killing thing behind. 

¿Who cared about revenge and Gotham if there was a chance to get back with his mom? 

Not to Jason.

You didn't; you never showed up. 

And now the part that wanted revenge was screaming too loud for him to hear anything else.

So there he was, sitting in a chair, arms crossed, as he carefully admired the wall he had created.

There were pictures of you picking up Timothy Drake from school, taking him shopping, hugging him at galas, and chatting with him at fashion events. Events that you had probably only been invited to, but you had convinced the team to let you take someone else, the same way you did with Jason when he was young. You probably took him to eat at your favorite restaurant every Friday after school, like they did with him. You probably also turned off the light in his room every night after saying goodnight, like you did with Jason.

No shame; you had given everything that was Jason's to that boy. 

That's why you weren't looking for him when you found out he was alive. You had replaced him with that kid, the same way Bruce had, and you deserved the same kind of punishment.

You deserved his revenge. And you will receive it.

You were in your office, in your brand's office building, a few blocks from Wayne Tower, where your entire clothing brand has done most of its business since you married Bruce. The official and original store of your brand is still in Metropolis, where it all started, but you moved the main offices to Gotham when you got married. So all of your children spent time between Wayne Tower and your building.

Usually, that was where they ended up after school.

Tim was supposed to go there after school. Typically, you would go pick him up. But that day he was staying a few extra hours at school for his Debate Club, and he would walk with his friends to their houses and meet you before you left the office that afternoon. So you were surprised when, as you were evaluating some new designs, your phone lit up with your youngest son's phone number.

“Mom,” Tim’s voice immediately sounded on the other end of the phone when you answered. He sounded nervous.

“Tim, honey,” you said, looking up at the clock. “Did I forget to pick you up?”, and immediately, your mind goes into paranoia, convinced that Tim had asked you to go look for him, and that's why he was calling you, and you had forgotten.

“No, no. Mom, it's fine,” he assured you quickly. You could hear chatter in the background, like someone was encouraging him to talk. “Mom, do you know today is Friday, right?”

Obviously, you remembered that it was Friday. On Fridays, when Tim came home from school, the two of you would go out to dinner at your favorite restaurant as a traditional mother-son activity.

“Yes, I've noticed,” you said, closing the sketchbook to give the boy your full attention.

“And we always go to eat at Julián's on Fridays after school, without fail,” he continues explaining. You assumed he was going somewhere, so you murmured an affirmation. “Well, you saw Dylan, my chemistry classmate. He and others are going to eat at a pizzeria near the school, and they invited me. After eating, we are all going to go to his house to play video games. If you're okay with that, I would like to go. Or I'll just go eat and go back home early. I-” Tim was already in babbling territory; you could barely contain your laughter when you interrupted him.

“It's okay, Tim. I don’t mind a change of plans, darling,” you assured him, and you could see his shoulders relax even from your building. “I'll take advantage and visit your father's office; I'll ask him to accompany me on an impromptu date.”

“Okay, okay. Yes, that sounds good.” Tim was smiling as big as he could, while around him, his classmates were singing victory for the afternoon they had organized. “I'll let you know where we are and call you when it's time to come home. I love you.”

Before you could tell him that he didn't need to tell you exactly where to be and at what time, Tim hung up the call, too excited about the whole thing. To which you inevitably laughed, happy that Tim had an activity, say a boy his age, and that he was so excited about it. You had met Dylan a couple of times; he was a good kid, so you were sure everything would be fine.

Jason watched Tim walk with his friends all night.

After observing him for weeks, he realized that the chic lived based on a fairly consistent routine. One that repeated itself almost around the clock for some reason, but Jason suspected that it had to do with the post-traumatic stress the boy must have had after the Joker's attack on his biological parents the year before. The boy's mother was six meters underground, and his father was on medical care for life because of all this. Jason almost felt bad for him. Almost.

This also meant that you and Bruce were very aware of the boy's routine, so if Tim were to disappear for even a couple of hours, it would ruin your plan. So he chanced it, waiting for the ideal moment to feed his need for revenge.

So when the sixteen-year-old decided to leave school one afternoon in the company of a group of other kids his age, he was clearly not on his way to your office like he usually did.

Jason took the phone out of his pocket and gave the order to start.

The group of friends went into a hidden, but sufficiently crowded, pizzeria a few blocks from the house of the boy Dylan, to whom Tim seemed closest in the group.

Jason had quickly discovered that Tim was a smart kid. He was too smart for Jay to trick him or accidentally cause him to fall into a trap of some kind.

But he had also discovered that Tim was, like Bruce, an idiot for justice.

He had watched him risk his life more than necessary for civilians while he ran around as Robin, when Jason from afar could have found about five ways to save the civilians without getting in the way. Tim jumped in to save them with his own hands every time there was a lethal risk. It could be that the weight of not having helped his parents was still eating him alive too.

But one way or another, Jason would use that to his advantage.

Jason walked into the pizzeria, followed by five other men he knew Tim would recognize. It was because he had gotten them out of jail, especially because Robin had dragged them and put them there, with the aim of getting them to help him. The proposed men didn't know he was there for that reason; they were just doing their job for the money, unaware of the mental games Jason was playing with the teenager.

And Tim Drake understood what was going to happen the moment he saw Jason. She looked him in the eyes and smiled as she casually glanced at the table of the group of friends, who were still wearing their school uniforms.

“Timothy, little one,” Jason greeted casually, putting his hands in his pockets and watching as Tim's eyes went to the way that movement revealed the reflection of a gun on his hip. “I've been looking for you!!”

Jason knew exactly how Tim would react and looked at the situation. They had both been trained by the same man at the end of the day. They were a reflection of each other, and that is why it was a dangerous game. “Are you hungry, Timothy? Because I am starving.”

Jason wasn't talking about the pizzas, and Tim knew it quickly. But he couldn't do anything, not with Jason so armed and clearly accompanied. Both were surrounded by so many civilians, and Tim's friends. His new friends, who had been patient with him and had accepted him into his group, which he had been joining since they were children. But they still tried to integrate him and invited him to things, again and again, until that day he accepted for the first time in months.

The table had fallen silent at the extra situation, but Tim seemed to know the stranger who had sat down, so they didn't say anything. But Dylan, as kind and caring as he was, saw the way the color had drained from Tim's face. So he spoke.

“Don't worry, Dylan,” Jason told him, which took Dylan by surprise since he had never told the stager his name, and he got genuinely worried now. “He just needs something to drink; he's just dehydrated. Timmy works a lot and doesn’t take care of himself.”

While talking to Dylan, Tim watched as Jason grabbed his glass of soda that he had been drinking while they waited for the pizzas. Without anyone else noticing, Tim watched as Jason dropped a pill into the drink, which was probably intended to knock him out, or at least drug him enough to make it manageable for Jason.

All without anyone else noticing, just so he could see it and know what was going on. He was faced with the reality that he couldn't do anything, and he couldn't fight, not at such a potential price. He was trapped. 

It made Tim feel alarmingly alone, despite being surrounded by people.

“Here, drink something.” Jason handed him the glass, where the gas from the soda easily hid the bubbles that the pill made as it dissolved. “It will do you good.”

The two stood face-to-face for a moment as the older brother offered the glass, and Jason didn't need to make the threat for Tim to understand. 

Or Tim drank the soda and voluntarily sedated himself. Or he would get him out of there in a much more aggressive way. And some bullets could be lost in that situation, so Jason could make sure that his friends were the ones who received them.

Tim could see the decapitated bodies of Black Mask's lieutenants, found shortly after Red Hood appeared in Gotham, before Bruce discovered his identity.

So he grabbed the glass and brought it to his mouth. Tim gave Jason a last pleading look, to which the boy just smiled sweetly. And your youngest son just wanted to scream for you, but you didn't know Jason was alive, and you suspected that's exactly what Jason wanted.

He wouldn't put you in danger.

Bruce would handle everything; Tim trusted that.

Tim downed the glass of soda in four gulps and didn't remember anything else after that.

𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭: @some-lovely-day @simonsbluee @yuki-chan23 @miyakana @myst3batz @otchae @d3m0n8ch1ld @marsenbie @mynameisnotlaura @andieperrie18 @totallynotme420 @igotmessymind @amarawayne @calsjack @kodzukenmaaa @mellowdiy @noah-uhhh-what @blarba-girl @dead-sane-stuff @huhuhhuhh @ashlynnmalfoy @kimmis-stuff @undecided-shipper @justafanficsreader @poppyalice2001 @holdyuhmuda @jiabae @mara-moon @avitute @lafrone

[sweetlypunk]

OUTLAWS X READER Headcanons

this for that poll I did and Jason Todd headcanons won, but with a twist. Just writing something to cheer me up after someone made me cry:

i don’t have the money to read all the comics so pls bare with me and my knowledge exclusive from social media and dc pages that need better summary.

• Reader has Scarlet witch like powers. (Wanda in DC lmao)

• you trained with Constantine for a few years, until you met Jason and joined his emo group

• It’s more like a team with Roy and Jason but ofc pairing up with the iconic group from time to time

• Everyone is helplessly in love with you, but in different ways.

• You were kind to Bizarro from moment one, never making him feel like a monster. you have used your powers to soothe his mind, which he appreciates

• “you’re so ugly” “you don’t look like a princess”

• “aw Bizarro, you are too nice”

• you bought him a Black Canary vinyl, and he declared his love for you right then and there

• Artemis and you might have had a rough start, but eventually became close, too close

• You helped her see her strength in her own inside war

• She respects strong women, and knows one when she sees her. So she had a great respect for you, as you for her.

• eventually she might have had a small crush on you, though crushes are not her thing.

• you guys complain about the guys way too much (And you love it)

• Pls Roy thinks you are hot and that’s enough for him to love you.

• though you are pretty cool too. (And he’s aware of the fact that you can easily kill him)

• you both enjoy listening to punk bands and feel like rebel kids. Is fun.

• you also mock Jay together, he hates it.

• Roy and Artemis have gotten into fights while pulling you to each of their sides because of who should be the one to take you out

• “I’m the hottest redhead” “you’re the dumbest redhead”

• “Jason is also a redhead..?” “He is a fake redhead. He doesn’t deserve you”

• Jokes on them, while they keep fighting you are glancing towards Jason, who is just sitting with his legs propped up on a table, reading away

• he looks cute.

• but don’t tell him.

• honestly, you don’t know what’s going on with Jason. You are attracted to him, and you know he is towards you too.

• he is just so complicated

• sometimes the burning sensation of the Lazarus Pit gets the best of him and he loses it, his anger taking control. Luckily you are always there for him.

• your magic soothes him and helps him compose himself.

• you stay with your foreheads touching while you match your breathing. Waiting for him to take control over on his own.

• Sometimes just your touch, w/o magic, is enough to calm him. That sweet reminder that not every touch from a foreign skin on his means pain.

• the only pain you could ever cause him is in his heart.

• but he won’t tell you that. (Or to himself)

• you actually met when he was Robin, but you were a civilian, and neither of you recall much. You more than him though.

• someone once called you wannabes Justice Leaguers, You all showed your appreciation for the comment <3 🔪

• most of the justice league either doesn’t know about you, or are too scared to come close. Your ex-mentors love u tho (supes is another story, kay?)

• you all are just fun, traumatized friends hanging out

• they are your found family, and you wouldn’t change them for anything <3

[onmyyan]

Endless Again Love Interests

TW’S: MDNI, TW BLOOD IN RAVENS PICTURE, This story will contain YANDERE themes and behavior including but not limited to kidnapping, manipulation, conspiracy, obsessive behavior, murder, eventual Smut, and much more, if that ain't your cup of tea don't drink it ❤️ I can't wait for this story. BELOW KEEP READING LINE ARE LOVE INTERESTS

YANDERE VARIOUS DC X SCARLET WITCH!READER

Setup: All you wanted to do was get through your first year at Gotham University with your head still attached to your body, but you had the sinking feeling your wish for a peaceful semester would be in vain. Because trouble seems to have a thing for you darling. A set of dangerously unpredictable abilities, a sketchy organization hunting you down, and more obsessed vigilantes gunning for your fine ass than you could count, made for one Endless rollercoaster of blood and lust.

DAMIAN WAYNE 21

"Our fate has been carved in stone, I'm done fighting against it."

JONATHAN KENT 21

"Your heartbeat- I can hear how scared you are- Don't worry, I won't let em' touch you."

RACHEL ROTH AKA RAVEN 21

"You're not afraid, I can feel it. (y/n), I can just be when you're around, please don't take that from me."

GARFIELD LOGAN 20

"S'not fair, I can't just sit by and watch him take you from me- he doesn't deserve you."

CONNER KENT 24

"Relax, you know I won't hurt you, just don't try and run, I might get the wrong idea."

TIM DRAKE 23

"You don't need to hide anything from me, I'm on your side no matter what."

JASON TODD 26

"Say the word and we're gone you hear me? No one would find us."

DICK GRAYSON 27

"I told you I'd protect you. Even if that means protecting you from yourself."

KORI'ANDR AKA STARFIRE 23

"Come up with me again tonight? I find the stars dull when you are away."

HARLEY QUINN 26

"Don't you worry that gorgeous brain of ya's about how I got in here, worry about what we're eatin' for date night!"

PAMELA ISLEY 30

"Careful darling- keep looking at me like that and I won't want to let you leave."

JEROME VALESKA 22

"Keep those pretty eyes on me dollface, might just save a life or two."

JEREMIAH VALESKA 22

"Behave for me pet, I can be such a good owner when properly motivated."

EDWARD NYGMA 28

"Beg me to walk away. Or live with the burden of my love."

JONATHAN CRANE 23

"Please..- show it to me- make me feel that rush once more, I'm addicted."

VICTOR ZSASZ 23

"Don't be sorry sweetheart- hurt me again. Makes me feel like you do like me."

[1donoow]

DC REC

PT.1

......

♡ - smut

Most of them are fluff

......

<a/n>i somewhat explain why there's alot in my pin post

Batmom

Batfam

Batsis

Bruce wayne

Tim drake

Dick Grayson

Jason todd

Damian wayne

Garfield logan

Rachel roth

Dc

@myriadimagines - making them breakfast

@gangrenados - the crush state

@thedailyimagines - imagine being the venom host in the dc universe

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Batmom

@ellana-ravenwood - jason todd(ler)

- mama's boy(s)/girl

- is....father drunk?

- each tattoo is a story

- mother's love:bursts of affection

- can you be friend with your husbands ex-girlfriend?

- my mother's apple orchard

- the bat(mom) glare

@xoxo-mylove - missing everything we never had

@reveluving - hugs

@ragingbookdragon - make all the cookies

- GROUNDED

- you're my favorite son

- i have too many children

- i saw it coming when you threw the first punch

@kimberly-spirits13 - batmom with scarlet witch powers

@cipheress-to-k-pop - call mom

@the-daydreaming-show - all of us pt.1

@c-nstantine - milf stuff

- chaperoning

- batmom dying

- fur babies

- ___

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Batfam

@kimberly-spirits13 - how the batfam teacts to dick and jason dating a black widow hc

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Batsis

@headcans-oneshots-and-stuff - being the oldest sibling

@strangeshoepatrolbandit - batfam x batsibling

@book-place - sulking at the gala

- way the cookie crumbles (child!reader)

@ragingbookdragon - talk shit get hit

- Possessive hand holding

- Squishing the other's cheek

- ___

@lazydoodlesandfanfic - little daredevil (blind!batsis)

@andieperrie18 - fine line of bs

@c-nstantine - first kiss

- spoiled!black!batsis

- jason and black!batsis

- cooking kiss (hal jordan)

@remakethestars - being batman's daughter would include

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Bruce wayne

@ellana-ravenwood - can the batman get flustered?

- making bruce wayne blush

@alienguts - lost

@toastedkiwi - reader finding out about damian being bruce's son

- unexpected visitors

@reveluving - ___ ♡

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Tim drake

@kimberly-spirits13 - how you earned the respect of the batfam as tim's s/o

@butwhyduh - tim drake with a praise kink

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Dick Grayson

@moonlit-imagines - watching your favorite shoe with dick

- cuddling with dick

@xu-ren - for good luck

@cipheress-to-k-pop - animal instinct

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Jason todd

@ghostdrafts - ___

@blondwhowrites - dating titan!jason todd

@dragon-chica - jason todd mama's boy appreciation

- batmom and jason thought

@lightwing-s - please don't leave me

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Damian wayne

@current-interest-writings - affection

@ladyagagaslefttoe - cartoons and cuddles (batsis)

@thesuperiorrobin - husband!damian wayne

- who?

- ___

- crazy idea let's make out

- boyfriend!damian wayne

@mattmvrdockbabe - sunglasses

@yandereorg - show stopper

@dragon-chica - i want to see my little boy

@skylwitch - just let me love you, my dear

@gatorbites-imagines - platonic alien male reader x damian wayne

@toastedside - banana toast

@multifandom-of-madness - batfam when they're alone with famous!y/n(damian wayne)

@lilxberry - nightmares (batmom)

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Garfield logan

@cipheress-to-k-pop - dating beast boy would include

@myriadimagines - comforting gar after what he went through with cadmus

@romeulusroy - gar telling conner all about you

- taking the fall for you

@6rookie-writer0110 - romantic headcannon

@catxsnow - believe in you

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Rachel roth

@louscartridge - dating rachel hc

[klbwriting]

Our Strange Duet

Chapter 8: Jealous

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Jason is moody for six weeks but gets his cast off and a new feeling arises in YN

Taglist: @deans-spinster-witch @amberpanda99

I wasn't jealous before we met Now every woman I see is a potential threat And I'm possessive, it isn't nice - Mamma Mia

It was a long six weeks for everyone in the penthouse as Jason was unable to do much besides school and provide Dick with home-based assistance as Nightwing. He was irritable, snapping at everyone, even YN sometimes, and just downright sulky. Dick constantly would look at YN and ask if she still wanted to put up with his bullshit, to which she would just shrug and say something about it being annoying but sometimes the real Jason came through and that made it worth it. Like when he made dinner for them, hobbling around in front of the stove, listening to music, and sometimes, if he thought no one was looking, dancing as much as he could with the cast. Or maybe when he was reading something really interesting, and YN would just lay her head in his lap and listen to him read quietly to himself. Those moments made her remember that Jason wasn’t just some vigilante with nothing to do, he was a person, and he was struggling. She remembered her mom being this way, so angry some days, so sad others, but the moments in between are the ones that were most vivid in her memory. She held out hope that whenever she thought back to this time, she would just remember the good things, like Jason singing her to sleep some nights or them meeting up before theater practice to kiss backstage. Jason took these moments to heart, knowing he would remember them, needing them these things to make this time not feel so wasted, make him not feel so useless.

The only thing Jason really could do, was research that drug that Maroni had gotten into the streets. He, Dick, and YN had all come up with a plan to at least get information directly from the source. YN contact Sal, offering to start trying to learn his business, maybe join him. She put on that she was nearly homeless, needed help, was desperate enough to start the work. Sal had gladly accepted, and she spent weekends and sometimes evenings with Sal and his cronies, learning things about both Sal’s underworld business and his legitimate cover business. It bothered Jason that she was being thrown into that world, but she wanted to help, and they didn’t have much of a choice, they needed a contact. YN was a good sport about it, coming back with real information for them, working hard to be helpful. Dick often asked Jason if he had asked YN to officially move in yet, wondering if her eagerness to be useful was something rubbed off from Jason or her need to feel like she wasn’t a charity case. Jason wasn’t sure, but he was terrified of asking her to stay. Of her saying no, telling him that she wasn’t going to stay long, that he wasn’t what she wanted for the long run, so he never asked, skirting the question with excuses or just running out of the room as fast as he could hobble.

All the stress from school, the musical, and being a coach vigilante was clearly getting to the breaking point when Jason got his cast removed. He was fitted with a boot and given another 2 weeks before he could be free of it. Just two more weeks and he would be back out there, being Red Hood, actually doing something that mattered in the city. It was giving him something to hope for, but he still felt so pathetic, and everyone noticed. And as older teenagers do, when they see someone who clearly needs a night to blow off steam, the theater group decided to have a party. Halle, the junior playing Christine, had an off-campus house that she shared with a few other theater people, so she volunteered to throw a party specifically for Jason getting his cast off. She announced it at Friday practice that the party would be that evening and Jason of course had to come. YN was off in the wings, having come back from the music area to tell Jason she could find another way home, she was needing to stay late, when she heard about the party.

“If you can’t come, I’m not going,” Jason said, folding his arms as he leaned against the backstage wall. She sighed, seeing him picking absently at his sleeve while his other hand scratched at his elbow. Nervous energy was pretty much wafting off him. He needed a night off to let off some steam.

“I will come, I will be late, go have fun,” YN said, gently rubbing his arms, making him instantly put his hands on her hips and pulling her close. He leaned his head to hers. “I’ll only be another hour and then tomorrow you have to listen to my arrangement of ‘The Point of No Return’ and sing to it so I know its working out right ok?”

“Anything you want sweetness,” he said. “You promise you’ll come?”

“An hour Jason, now go have fun. I promise it won’t kill you,” she said. Jason smiled a little and kissed her gently, a hand holding her face after he pulled back. “I have to get back, love you, now smile and have fun.” He couldn’t help smiling a little before heading off to join the rest of the cast.

Jealousy wasn’t something that YN had a lot of experience with. She had never expected to experience it, she didn’t really date in high school, beyond Jason, and she never had trouble with losing out on parts during theater, she understood her limitations most of the time. But the raging fire that she was feeling when she entered the party and saw Jason, Halle, and Mike, the guy playing Raoul, doing a terrible karaoke version of ‘The Boy is Mine’ but singing it to Halle, was completely new. She had no idea how to control it, letting it fester as she grabbed a drink and sat down in the back of the main living room. Theater nerds were a strange lot, their parties weren’t always loud music and drinking to excess, a lot of times it was karaoke or random jam sessions with food and maybe a few beers. YN had been to a few of these in high school and normally she participated, but right now she didn’t feel like it. She was quiet, pretending not to be there until the song ended and Halle kissed Jason’s cheek before Mike’s and that kind of set YN off. She had been so understanding of everything and this wasn’t something crazy, not like they were making out in front of her, but something snapped inside her. All the stress of dealing with Jason’s mood swings, with him being hot and cold on their relationship, overflowed and she stood up, moving towards the door, getting out of the house and into the cooler night air. If this is finally what made him happy, if Halle’s attention was what made him happy, then she would walk back to the apartment that night.

“YN?” she heard behind her, Jason coming down the front steps of the house. “Hey, I saw you…why are you leaving?” She stopped and looked at him, those eyes seeping into her and melting the iciness that had settled over her heart.

“I see you took my advice to have fun…” she said, folding her arms and looking at her feet. Jason looked confused, why did she seem mad about that? Then it dawned on him, another girl, hanging off him, getting close. O, o jeez. No one had ever been jealous about him before, and he felt both pride and guilt. He hadn’t meant to make her feel that way, but he couldn’t lie, he wanted to see how jealous she was, his ego liked that idea.

“Ya, well we thought it was funny, you know the whole fighting over a girl thing…” he said. “It was just supposed to be cute, Halle thought it would be fun.” His rambling and shrugging in an ‘ah shucks’ sort of way seemed to just annoy her more.

“Sure, well I don’t want to cramp your style, get back to your fun. I’m going to see if I can help Dick or something,” she said, turning and starting to stomp away. Jason reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her back to him. She stumbled, catching herself on his chest, hands settling there as she looked up to see him smirking down at her. He looked smug and it was both hot and aggravating.

“Sweetness are you jealous?” he asked, leaning in a little. She glared at him, but it was half-hearted. “You know I will follow you home right now, if you’re not at the party then I don’t want to be there either.”

“I’ve never seen you like that…you looked happy, I don’t remember the last time you seemed happy,” she said softly. That stopped him in his tracks, his smile dropping. She thought someone else made him happy? And she thought that she didn’t. O fuck he had been such an asshole. He had been so focused on pouting and self-pity that he hadn’t noticed her efforts. She always tried to make him laugh, finding all his favorite movies to watch, listening to him read, sometimes for hours, not moving so she didn’t disturb him. She brought him snacks, for fuck’s sake, she was going into Sal Maroni’s world to help him and Dick.

“YN, I’m sorry,” he whispered. She looked at him confused. “I should have noticed that I was being so awful to you, and you were just trying to help me. Let’s go home, I don’t want to go back to the party.”

“No, I want to go, I want us to have fun together. No more of you stewing in your self-loathing, you’re Jason fucking Todd and you should be proud and happy about that. And if you’re not, be happy you have a loving girlfriend who literally deals with her asshole dad every day for him,” YN said. Jason took a step back at the venom in her voice.

“I wouldn’t be happier with anyone else. No one else has done so much for me, well no one but Dick but I doubt he kisses like you,” he said, which caused YN to burst out laughing, making him smile. “Alright sweetness, we’ll go back to the party, only if you agree to move in and stop the whole trying to get a job and move out thing. You’re mine and you’re staying with me. Or, if you want, I’m moving with you somewhere, maybe somewhere we could have more privacy…” he trailed off as his fingers ran down her sides to yank her closer. She let out an adorable squeak of surprise before he kissed her deeply, her hand weaving into his hair.

“I’ll move in, I won’t try to leave anymore,” she said as Jason, ignoring that they were right in front of a house full of college kids, kissed to her ear and down her neck, hands finding purchase on her ass, squeezing. “As much as I’d like to continue this, we are being watched…and honestly I never thought of voyeurism as hot unless you were in your other outfit.” Jason stilled, now having an entirely new thought in his mind.

“When I get this boot off that is happening, I know a few places it would be fun to make you melt in,” he whispered, pulling back and taking her hand to head back to the party.

After a couple hours Jason got a text from Dick, telling them to get home, they needed to talk immediately. Jason found her, pulling her close and kissing her ear. He whispered what Dick texted, freezing a fake smile on her face she looked at him, nodding.

“Going somewhere?” Halle asked as they started to leave. Jason smirked, pulling YN back to him.

“I’ve been trying to take her home all night, finally wore her down,” he said. It was sleezy, and very unlike Jason to talk like this but Halle just shrugged, probably assuming he had been drinking. YN just laughed and shook her head.

“I’m getting him home before he drinks anymore, he’s heavy and I can’t carry him,” she said. Jason shrugged and they headed back to the apartment.

“Where have you guys been?” Dick asked as they came in. Jason explained about the party and Dick looked a little impressed that they were doing something normal instead of trying to search for a criminal hideout or something. He showed them his computer where Barbara was on camera.

“Hey lovebirds, just found all the evidence we need against Maroni,” she said. YN let out a sigh of relief, maybe she would be free from that man finally.

“What’s the catch?” Jason asked, always knowing that good names came with pain in the ass news. Barbara nodded.

“We can see the data, but I can’t copy it or screenshot in. It can only be copied from the computer in Maroni’s office,” she said. Everyone looked at YN who deflated. She knew she could get it, but she would probably get caught so they discussed a plan to make sure she got away with the data, all the while making sure Maroni would think he foiled her plans. Pain in the ass news, am I right?