#jasons toddies

[jasontoddisrightfuckyou]

okay this is something that's been bothering me for a very long time but I've struggled to put words to it. Until just now.

I hate how often sexualisation of men, or male sexiness or male sexuality is often just sexualised male feminisation.

Now obviously femine and masculine is different and not the same as being a woman or being a man, but for the sake of this post I'll go by the common definition of masculinity vs feminity which is as following:

Feminity: feminity usually refers to the stereotypical physical or cultural traits and expectations of a cis woman

Masculinity: masculinity usually refers to the stereotypical physical and cultural traits and expectations of a cis man

Now, personally I think feminity/masculinity refers more to a aesthetic and certain way of being than it does gender, but it is still undeniably contacted to gender. Which makes the fact that Male Sexiness often involving or equaling male feminisation even more disturbing. its not just a common fetish. it's heteronormative. it's misogynistic. it's misandric. I will elaborate on why bellow.

Feminisation being equalled to sexualisation and male sexiness involving or being equalled to feminisation is something I specifically see within mlm content. In fact, the only time I see masculinity consistently being sexualised is in m/f (and often straight) media.

it's often in mlm content you see men dressed up in lingerie with feminine design, in heels, or "maid outfits". its in mlm content you see men bekng out in feminine clothing or traditionally female roles, as a way to portray them as sexy. In both fanfiction or original writing, a man's attraction to another man is often about his ass (which is not necessarily a feminine trait) or his hips. his slim waist. his large pectorals (which are often referred to as tits or boobs or breasts)

Very rarely do I see physical attraction towards men talking about anything stereotypically masculine outside of musculature. Why is it never about someone's broad shoulders, their hairyness, the bulge in their pants, their largeness.

At most, I see mentions of their large muscles and washboard abs. Which is a ridiculous beauty and bosy standard put upon men, but that's a different discussion.

That a men is only considered sexy to the point of sexualisation within mlm or queer media is not only a problem, but indicates deeper issues. Like I said heteronormativity. misogyny and misandry.

and here I'll explain why, in case it is not clear.

Heteronormative: It pushes masculine and feminine, male and female roles and dynamics onto a mlm couple, forcing them into a falsisfied and fake heterosexual dynamic

Misogyny: oversexualising of feminine traits or roles. Equaling and resucing feminity and anything stereotypically female to sexiness

Misandry: Equaling and reducing sexiness to feminity and anything stereotypically female. Implies and pushes the idea than masculinity cannot be or isn't sexy.

As a transmasc agender person it fills me with great dysphoria to see men's pectorals always being referred to as tits or boobs or breasts. The focus, fascination or sexualisation of big and lushus pectorals have never bothered me, but the trend of calling them tits or boobs do. Same when people cat like they function like boobs. Like a push up bra creating cleavage, or muscular pectorals requiring a bra to support them. Neither of which is true. Pectorals enlarged due to fat, aka Man-boobs (commonly referred to as moobs) are different, and could both require a bra to help support the extra weight on the chest, and as they consist of fat, not hard muscle, they could be pushed up by a push-up bras. Yet they do not get referred to as tits, boobs, nor do people talk about moobs in bras. This is also an example of fat phobia and the ridiculous body and beauty standards for men, but I'm getting of topic. My point about moobs is that in cases where a bra would be physically possible or serve a practical purpose, they are not included. But when it comes to large pecs being of muscle they will be used as to enhance the sexiness, through feminising the person and the body part. Meaning the bra - and the subsequent feminisation - is only attarctive and wanted when it can be used to sexualise.

And I am. so tired of this trend. I am all for men or masc presenting people wearing skirts, heels, make up, or lingere. but when they wear them, why not let them remain masculine. Let men and masculine people wear a skirt in a masculine way. (Have you seen Scots in kilts?? it's definitely possible for a man or masc person to look both sexy and masculine in skirt like clothing) Or why not try removing any stereotypical feminine stuff altogether? Sexualised rugged (non-washboard ab'd with cut muscles) men with chest hair and hairy arms and legs, stubble and a visible bulge. Talk about mlm physical attraction regarding a bulky torso and thick thighs. a visible bulge and a hot ass. Emphasise those broad shoulders, narrow hips and square jaw

let men be sexy for being masculine. let masculinity be sexy.

don't equal sexiness to femininity. dont equal feminity to sexiness. it's time we sexualise masculinity

edit: this is not to say that the feminisation of med or sexualisation of feminity in men is inherently bad or forbidden. I'm not trying to demonise anyone or what they are into. Explore what you like, create what you're into. I'm just trying to bring up an issue I've seen become more normal and want to bring it up to talk about it and discuss it. if you are a femboy, are into femboys or just like them please know this is not an attack on you. I am just bringing up my own experience and how I wish masculinity was more celebrated and sexualised for being masculine, as well as wishing for more content of men and masc people wearing traditional feminine stuff and STILL be masculine, or even wear it in a masculine way. or just men and masc people wearing traditional feminine things without it being sexualised

[thesandsofelsweyr]

I see your reader with nipple rings and raise you a Jason with nipple rings

I dunno if AK Jay would be into nipple rings for himself (though if you have thoughts on this I’d love to hear them!) but nothing is off the table for comics Jay 😏

⚠️ cw: smut (⚤)

Imagine Jay lying on his back, legs spread wide, bare feet in the air, huge hard cock dripping on his abs, hole stuffed with the hot pink dildo of your strap. All 200-something pounds of pure man muscle at your mercy. Your hands are gripping his thick thighs while you fuck his tight little hole. You're cooing about what a good little fucktoy he is, and he's whimpering and whining each time you pull almost out then slam back in. His ample tits are adorned with golden rings through his stiff nipples, just begging to be abused. You oblige, letting go of a thigh, hooking a finger through a ring, and giving it a hard yank. Oh how your bottom bitch cries~ his back arching, head thrown back exposing the bulging apple of his throat to you. Your thrusting calms while you're buried deep inside him, long enough for you to wrap your lips around the ring and suck away the sting 💖 "Now, now. Be a good bitch and let mommy play with those slutty rings of yours while she fucks your tight little rosebud..."

[002yb]

Kon figuring out Tim's obsession with the toddies and using it against him. Like, when Tim's stressed or in his head just shoving Tim's head in his chest.

Bonus if Jason and/or Dick see this and are Quite Amused.

It's less of an appreciation of tiddy and more a devotion to toddy, Kon comes to understand. And while Kon doesn't quite get Tim's exclusive fascination with Jason's rack, well. Tim has always been intense about bizarre things.

Kon being more amused than jealous, given how Tim seems oblivious to how bewitched he is to Jason's ample bosom

The sight of Jason's breasts bleeds the tension from Tim's shoulders and soothes the furrow from his brow. The way Tim always sighs, content and at ease after seeing them - it takes everything in Kon not to laugh because Tim has it bad omg it's so delightfully embarrassing.

Anyway, on a day where Jason isn't around to help Tim decompress, Kon steps up. Generous and magnanimous because yeah, Jason's chest is something to dream about, but Kon's got a pretty nice rack himself.

Only while Tim sags into the hug Kon offers and nuzzles into Kon's pecs, Tim grimaces and Kon is just - WHAT!? ━Σ(ﾟДﾟ|||)━

Then Tim proceeds to recite an actual thesis on the natural wonders that are the hot toddies and Kon is just reeling as Tim nuzzles, pokes, and fondles Kon's own chest in comparison.

The main difference: Jason's are softer

Kon, entirely convinced Tim has lost it because ain't no way those pecs aren't as firm as Kon's. Firmer, even! They're gorgeous.

Thus proceeds Tim instigating some scenario where Kon can lay his head across Jason's chest and experience their pillowy majesty.

Which Kon goes along with because it's Tim.

Kon doesn't expect to return a changed man after the experience.

But before that - Kon faceplanting in Jason's chest entirely on accident. And Jason doesn't think anything of it up until the point where Kon doesn't come back up for air.

They're on the job. Nightwing asking after if Kon is good and being genuinely concerned until he notices how red Conner's ears are, then Dick laughs

Kon, nuzzling in. He gets his hands on Jason's hips (which Jason startles at because whoah there, superboy) and shamelessly goes to town and Jason gets so redfaced because wth??? ///A/////

Tim being the one to smack Kon away because really, Kon?? Dick, content with Tim looking after Jason's chastity. But then Tim eyes Jason's chest with envy and Dick realizes that he's got a problem on his hands, uh oh.

Toddies are the only thing Kon can think of

When Tim and him hang out, Kon spends a good portion of his time looking at his hands and mourning how he didn't cop a handful.

Also, Kon embarrassingly reenacting motorboating Jason while lost in thought

Tim, confused over wtf Kon is doing.

And then Kon zeroes in on Tim and tells Tim to let him try something which, okay. Yeah? Sure.

Then Kon motorboats Tim and Tim is scandalized up until he can't bite back a cackle because wtf is Kon doing?

Kon, mournful, admitting that he understands why Tim was inconsolable over the loss of hot toddies. No other tits compare.

It's a joke (kind of). They both snicker about it and torment one another for it and find yet another thing to bond over. Just bros being pervs in love.

[man-kills-everything]

"Are there any more big rivers between here and Breckenridge?' 'Oh no, just the Colorado!' THE BIGGEST FUCKING RIVER I'VE SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH! He said dripping with water." Cannibal! The Musical (AKA Alferd Packer: The Musical) Dir: Trey Parker (AKA Juan Schwartz) 1993

[jasontoddsgaythoughts]

What do you mean Kyle and Roy don’t call Jason’s tiddies his toddies

[fandom-friday]

Tooth and Claw by Bricksheep. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/31687631/chapters/78423785) Batman. Damian Wayne is a dragon and gets separated from his mother. After a year surviving on his own, he ends up meeting the owner of the territory, his father. Up until chapter 40-ish, I had this mental image of a toddler waving around a stick saying ‘I am a mighty Dragon! Fear me!’ with the most adorable angry pout. That mental image still makes me smile.

OOOOOOOOH a dragon AU??? I AM INTO IT. I always am fascinated by the various dragon lore certain authors adapt into their stories, and I think this is such a neat idea for the Batman universe and family dynamic. Also, the mental image you described? HILARIOUS. Thanks so much for sending this one in!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

[my-gf-timothy-jackson-drake]

i just think that the three of them are fun together.

Drawing things specifically to throw at my friend who likes the him.

[waldorfsvibe]

Heath Hussar in David Dobrik’s Vlogs

“I haven’t given up drugs, David!”

[multishipper-baby]

Onnie and Jason's wedding would be like the smallest little party in the world because literally neither of them have anyone to invite lmao

[hana-no-seiiki]

Would you do a second part of Damián x Cat!villain!reader? Or maybe something with a different plot, but I need it too much 😵‍💫

I don’t usually entertain part 2 asks but cause it’s you my adorkable Lucas, I shall. I’m adding the other boys and some wild cards for good measure.

tw/cw: yandere, dick’s part gives me major second hand embarrassment but maybe that’s a me issue, (implied) jason has seggs with your unconscious body (but it’s consensual). damian is aged up but still younger than reader hence the condescending way of speech the latter has for him.

ROOFTOP TALKS W/ THE BOYS

☁️ . . . w/ Dickie Boi

When you were dating it was a lot of you flirting and him asking you to be a bit more professional. And then you promptly reminding him that your profession is being a thief.

And that you were taking that profession seriously by stealing his heart.

Kisses in the rain were pretty much your guys’s thing. As much as your cat heart hated being wet.

When he became Nightwing and after Jason’s death, you guys didn’t break up immediately. Just fizzled out. Long talks about everything and anything became short greetings and small talk until you two officially ended it.

Nowadays Dick tries his hardest to get your attention, he shows off a lot. Ups the romanticness of it all. Brings you all around the city for dates before you two chill on your favorite spot.

Dick felt great. He just spent an entire night out on a date with his first love, some might argue that you’re his only true one too. You two haven’t been able to hang out due to the chaos of life and Jason. But finally he was able to have you for himself for once. No Tim to watch you two through the cameras (he made sure all of those were unavailable), no Damian to stalk you two within the shadows (it took a while, but he managed to convince the big ol’ bat to keep the youngest occupied), and no vigilante business he had to deal with.

There was just one last thing. A kiss. (He wanted sex, to feel you around him again. But considering you two just got back into the swing of things he was willing to wait)

He closed his eyes, and leaned forward.

Only to be met with air.

And then the ground.

“Uhm. Did you just — I mean I know I look cute tonight and all — but did you just try to kiss me, Grayson?” You had only managed to narrowly dodge the action. A little amused by the way he’s currently making out with the floor, but mostly confused and somewhat terrified.

Dick groaned, of all the things to put him on the ground this week. “I thought - I thought we were…”

You looked at him, blinked a few times, and managed to utter out, “Dude.”

☁️ . . . w/ Hubby Toddy

Imma be honest with you. You two bone 80-90% of the times you guys meet.

The only reason that it’s not 100% is because of the danger you two are in for that 10-20%

The vigilante/villain lifestyle and environment isn’t ideal for boning 24/7 y’know.

The reason why you guys fuck so often is cause Cat Villain! Reader being the menace they are only has to remind Jason that he died a virgin for you two to get down to business.

The Batboys are obsessed with proving themselves/ a point in general after all. So you often play them like a fiddle with just a few words.

Aside from that, a lot of your rooftop talks are you being snarky towards each other. Jason asking you to stop risking your life with heists and you vice versa with his vendetta.

Which usually leads to anger fucking but I digress.

You two often snack on the greasiest, unhealthy food while together.

Sometimes you spend hours talking about what he missed while he was gone. Of course he already knows everything. He kept tabs on you and whatnot. But hearing you speak gives him a sense of calm like no other.

Cuddling ftw. Jason adores enveloping you.

He likes doing stuff that proves that you exist?? Like that you’re next to him. That both of you are alive in that moment.

“‘M sleepy.” Your eyelids were beyond heavy at that point. Jason wanted you to be up for every single round, and it seemed like his stamina was endless.

Usually you’d pass out and he’d just continue getting off using you but that night he gave you a challenge. Something about wanting to see the way your pretty eyes as he ruined your insides.

“Too much action for you tonight, kit?”

“Mhm.”

“Go to sleep. I’ll watch over you.” He shifted your body in a more secure position, wrapping his large arms around your form.

“Promise me you won’t disappear?”

“I’m here always.” He let out a deep breath.

As soon as he made sure you were out cold he continued,

“Not even death will keep me away from you, baby.”

☁️ . . . w/ Timsies Whimsies

Most of your hang outs are spent indoors

Otherwise it’d be you hovering over his shoulders as he works on his projects.

Most of your rooftop times with Tim are spent in silence, playing video games, or board games.

Sometimes you two would spend hours playing and voicing cheesy dating sims.

But sometimes you use the time to get him to sleep.

You two are very much opposites when it comes to sleep times. Like if we go full on cat mode here, you prolly sleep off like 70% of your life.

I really shouldn’t be writing this while I’m sleepy as hell shouldn’t I?

Tim had never slept so well in his entire life.

All he remembered before being lulled into dreamland was you singing, patting him on the head, and some laughter before everything went dark.

But now he wishes he never slept at all.

“Is this . . . an edit of us a kids—“

Tim slammed his laptop shut so hard he’s pretty sure he’d broken it.

You looked at him incredulously. How long had you been snooping through his stuff? How did you even manage to unlock it? He made sure it was inaccessible even to Bruce.

“I . . . I read this one fanfic . . . that we met as kids and grew up together.” He confessed.

Yes, Tim gets brainrots over [Cat Villain Name] x Reader / Red Robin fanfics. Could you blame him?

“Honestly that’s pretty cute and wholesome. The other things you have there on the other hand . . . “

“I’ll pay for all of your boba expenses for a year if you forget about this.”

“A decade and I’ll never look through your shit again.”

“Deal.”

☁️ . . . w/ Damie Baby

Up until recently your rooftop meetings have been an even more snarky version of Jason’s with less hatefucking more … hating.

While Dick is more extravagant with how he shows off. Damian is more on the ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about I’m just this awesome’ side of the spectrum.

It took him a while to finally figure out that you being a menace is more of a facade if anything

And boy did it make him get a romantic boner when he found out

Like it went from you teasing him to hell and back to him turning the tables

“Wow, ain’t it past your bedtime, Damie?”

“Not my fault I can’t get a wink of sleep without you beside me.”

“. . .Ah.”

Aside from that you like roping him into playing games and basically all the things he missed out on being trained to be as an assassin.

He in turn does more traditional courting methods on you. Like buying you flowers, having slow dances.

Sometimes you do each other’s henna.

(He definitely is smug about it when other members of the batfam ask)

He often scolds you about reading so much late into the night…and insists he reads everything for you while you sit prettily on his lap

His favorite activity is running his hands through your hair as you lay your head on his lap while he dictates a book out loud. Usually it’s non fiction so that A) you’d sleep faster, and B) he gets his readings for uni in.

☁️ . . . w/ Bruce ig

“Hey, loser.” You purred, appearing from the underneath Batman’s cape.

Without a beat, he replied, “[Cat Villain Name].” and nothing else. He does not move. Doesn’t even make an attempt to seem affected by your antics.

“Awe, I missed you too!” You hugged him tightly and gave a pat for measure.

You were about to let when you felt a weight atop your head.

He was… giving you a headpat? Albeit awkwardly.“Who are you and what did you do to—“

“Treat them well.”

And he disappears.

Hey, wasn’t that your move?

In anycase,

It’s about time that Bruce learnt,

if you can’t beat em, join em.

[candywafercutie]

Jason Toddies...

[thesandsofelsweyr]

BOY TOY

《 CHAPTER 1/2 // READ ON AO3 》

While the Bird's away, the Clown will play.

《RATING》 🔞 Explicit 《WORDS》 1,094

《PAIRING》 Joker x Jason Todd/Robin

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

《WARNINGS》 Somnophilia, Non-Consensual Touching, Ownership, Implied/Referenced Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Genital Torture, Caning, Blood and Injury, Scars, Underage, Non-Con

《TAGLIST》 @aaliyah-wayne @ladytauria @betty-1880 @deans-spinster-witch @hlg8 @plantixst

Written for @dcdarkweek 2024

Day 2: Consent Issues: Somnophilia, Forced Orgasm (Ch. 2)

Day 3: Interpersonal Dynamics: Underage

Day 5: Power & Control: Ownership

Day 6: Graphic Violence: Stress Positions, Genital Torture, Caning

《NOTES》

This is a DARK FIC so please be aware of the tags!

There will be smut in Chapter 2. It will be my first attempt at writing M/M

If you enjoy the read please kudos, comment, and reblog 💛

《 READ ON AO3 》 (excerpt below the cut)

Exquisite. 

The sight before him inspires many words, but exquisite is the one Joker likes best. He sighs a contented sigh as his eyes crawl up and down the unconscious figure before him, from matted black hair to bruised and broken toes. His latest pair of Batman imposters had left the naked kid dangling by his bony wrists after their playtime was over, and Joker can’t help but think of this mutilated slab of boymeat as an offering, a sacrifice to him. Batsy’s little lambchop led like a sheep to the slaughter, and he’d been waiting, bib tied ‘round his neck, knife and fork in each hand at the ready. A slavering wolf cartoon about to devour his long-awaited feast.

Joker slips off his lavender gloves, finger by finger by bleached-white finger, while he stalks toward his ensnared prey. Toddy’s head hangs dejectedly between dislocated shoulders. Swollen eyelids swim in pits of purply-black bruises and hide behind a veil of stringy hair. His cherub face is puffy, streaked where tears cut tracks through the caked filth. Protruding ribs rise and fall as his lungs gasp for air, each coveted breath sucked in with an adorable wheeze. His toes are curled like a proper ballerina, desperately reaching for the merciful floor below. Fresh blood dribbles down his skinny arms from where the metal cuffs bite into that paper-thin skin.

Joker’s ravenous grin splits wider as his mind drifts back to his little bird’s last playtime. After the bogus Bats had beaten him silly, they’d stripped the jailbird of his orange jumpsuit and cut away his briefs before stringing him up for a flogging. That big brainless brute Blockbuster turned out to be an expert at wielding a bamboo cane, leaving the kid’s backside striped bloody, from the nape of his scrawny neck to the hollows of his knobby knees. Oh how his bird had begged while his skin was shredded to ribbons all over again! But that wasn’t the best part of the performance, no sirree. Before leaving the kid to his tears and fears, Catman had squeezed the baby birdie’s bruised balls in a gauntleted fist until he’d passed out from the pain.

And here they are now: his darling boy still sleeping unsoundly, brain still scrambled from the good Doctor Quinzel’s overdose of hallucinogens. Joker stops short before this tapestry of torture. Resisting the urge to trace the puckered ‘J’ forever seared into his boy’s delicate cheek, he instead takes a moment to admire the full expanse of his handiwork. When the Boy Blunder had fallen into his lap like manna from heaven, he’d been built in the Bat’s own image: a well-muscled adonis with a roleplaying fetish. But after months of depravity those bulging muscles had all but withered away. Now only pallid skin remains, hanging loosely from broken bones. Deeeee-licious!

Read the rest on AO3→

[sirenalpha]

ok Batman Hockey AU (no capes or superpowers of any kind)

first the team

Gotham Knights (probably)

I want them to have like Pittsburgh Penguins financial problems like they nearly get moved because of it but Bruce turns his owed salary into equity post career and helps keep the team in the city

Philadelphia Flyers style team history though like they won their first cups through physical play not being highly skilled

currently have a monochrome uniform now but everyone likes their more colorful uniforms from the 90s

Bruce Wayne

nickname: Wayner

position: left winger

play style: power forward

drafted: 5th overall

50 goal scorer in the dead puck era

one of the last guys to be high scoring and have 100+ penalty minutes

retires due to back injuries

wins one cup in the 90s

and like I said before he agrees to get partial ownership of the team to keep it in the city post retirement

Dick Grayson

nicknames: Tracy, Mr. President

position: center

play style: playmaker

drafted: 1st overall

first sign of hope as the team has been bottom of the league post Bruce's retirement

I did consider making him a goalie because of flexibility but felt him being captain was more important so center it is

one of the youngest captains in the league as he's named at the start of his sophomore season as he entered the NHL at 18

only one to go CHL as he's not American so no US National Team Development Program

cheats at face offs because if you're not cheating you're not trying

can use heel to heel for puck protection and can get off the ice on his own if he loses a blade on his skate

no one thinks he's fast until he's coming after them on the backcheck

favorite thing is stealing the puck, second favorite thing is breaking ankles

doesn't fight but he can WWE slam guys to the ice

everyone thought he was a bust for the first two years because he had no one to pass to

third year he decides to start shooting and begins to rack up more points

chats with everyone teammates, opponents, refs

always stops to sign stuff for kids

Jason Todd

nicknames: Toddy, Hot Toddy

position: right defense

play style: offensive defenseman

drafted: 62nd

dropped in the draft because he was short

got into a car accident that destroyed his knee after the draft so everyone thought his career was over

rehabbed his knee to the extreme and came back a season later and suddenly 6'0"

went NCAA before NHL to get back into it and scored a ton

cannot play defense

thinks punching guys in the face is gap control

has totally had pucks go off his ass and into his team's goal

will jump into the rush

silent wrist shot for power play goals

never talks to Dick when he gets mic'ed up

Tim Drake

nickname: Goose

position: right winger

play style: goal scorer

drafted: 15th

also dropped in the draft because he's short

USNTDP to NCAA

actually not that fast

always loses defensive coverage in the offensive zone

deceptive shot, can change the angle on goalies

always squeezes out from getting hit

active stick on defense, good at poking the puck away

lots of high sticking penalties in the early years

did get checked into his own bench one time and no one will let him forget it

Damian Wayne

nickname: also Wayner

position: center

play style: goal scorer

not drafted yet still in USNTDP

Talia refuses to get into hockey even after being with Bruce but when Damian was three she asked Bruce if skating would wear him out and he said yes so she let Damian go skate

didn't learn to how to stop until he was six because going fast was more important so either fell down or slammed into the boards to stop

vicious in family games of floor hockey

definitely practices trick shots

gets both power skating and figure skating coaching

not even in the NHL and already annoyed with media as he's predicted to go high in the draft

he'll learn to pass and play defense eventually

[jotaroslooseeyebrowhair]

(Un)Dead Beat Dad (Chapter 6)

New chapter out! enjoy <3 chap 1 Chap 5 Chap 7 Ao3 link

Warning!! mentions of nightmares and crying, also 5k words under cut!!!!

Jason stared into Danny's room as his heart skipped a beat, his bed is empty. Jason ran through the room and tore blankets off, ripped doors open and another garbled cry sounded out, from a different place in the apartment, his own room, he ran to his door and pulled it open, gun drawn and cocked, ready to fire at whoever was inside, stopping to see Danny curled into a shaking ball in his bed, just like he did when he had nightmares when he was with Bruce. He surveyed the room before lowering his guns and setting them on his table, walking over to Danny and sitting down on his knees next to the bed. Jason took a breath and carefully placed his hand on the boy's shaking shoulder, his eyes flying open as he sat up and let out another strained shout, immediately flinching at the pain it caused; tugging his stitches. He scooted back on the bed, an ecto-blast in his previously burnt hand, frying it more beneath the bandages. 

Jason lifted both his hands up to show he didn’t have anything to hurt Danny with, easing forward and placing one of his empty palms on the blanket next to Danny. After a few minutes of calming breathing exercises and Danny’s hand clenched tight around Jason's Jacket, Danny only had salty tears and shuddering shoulders.

“Danny, hey, Danny, look at me,” Jason pleaded in a small voice, “Take another deep breath for me.”

Danny looked across the room with glazed eyes, signing ‘don’t need to’ as more glowing tears fell on Jason's comforter. Not that he minds, of course.

“Humor me. Just, say, five more deep breaths, okay?” Danny nodded and did as Jason asked, his shoulders slowing with their shivering each time. A silence filled the air, only interrupted with a shaky breath from the small boy, “Do you want to talk about the nightmare?” Danny vigorously shook his head ‘no’, and Jason immediately reassured him it was okay, he won’t push.

Jason saw Danny’s eyes unfocused, staring into the corner of the room. He turned and looked as hard as he could, nothing. Not even that strange feeling he had in the back of his throat when that lady came to drop Danny off. Jason let out a hopeful breath of air and whispered Danny’s name again, he got a slow blink in response. Seeing Danny could still hear him, he carefully laid his palm on Dannys shoulder, who leaned into his touch seemingly unknowingly. Jason thought for a moment and put his free hand on Dannys other shoulder. The boy leaned over into his arms, Jason physically feeling the room's temperature rise back to normal levels. He led the small boy's head to his chest and with a lot of shifting and squirming eventually sat on his bed with Danny’s head tucked tightly into his chest, the rest of the boy curled into a shivering ball in his lap. Jason rubbed circles into Dannys back and whispered small words of comfort to him as the room temperature rose more and the shaking died down.

Not long after, Jason felt the shivers stop and the room float at a normal temperature. The boy in his arms still felt cold to the touch but that seemed to be his normal state, at least now it didn’t hurt to touch with is bare hand.  Jason sighed and felt the soft muted rumble of the boy under his hand as his comm beeped in his ear, Oracles voice flooding in.

“Sooooo… hot toddy, you gonna explain that cutie that's on your lap doing- what is that, purring?” Barbara asked with a tease.

Jason froze. Fuck. The rumbling abruptly stopped and the boy squirmed under his hand with a whine from his chest?

“Oh, Danny, are you okay? Are you in pain?” he tilted his head down to get a better look at the boy, who twisted up and opened his glassy eyes, nodding his head.

“Do you want tea? Hot chocolate?” Jason rubbed his hand up and down Danny's back in circular motions, as the boy nodded and leaned into his chest. Jason sat up and tucked the boy into his side, walking towards the kitchen. 

“So his name’s Danny?” Babs said, a smile in her voice. The boy pulled his head back and his ears twisted and flicked, his face contorting in confusion at Jason's mask.

Jason huffed and reached a hand up, clicking the comm and camera off so babs couldn't hear or see, “Just my sister, she usually helps during my patrol but right now she’s just being nosey.”

Danny’s ears flicked again and he brought his hand up to sign where Jason could see it, ‘she’s gone?’ 

Jason sighed and sat the small boy down on the counter and turned the lights on, dimming them immediately after Danny flinched, and smiled at him. “For now, yeah. How are you feeling?”

‘Tired, my throats dry and my chest hurts’ Danny lifted his hand and rubbed his red puffy eyes.

“Then let's fix that, how do you feel about some chamomile with a bit of soy?” Danny nodded and smiled.

A chirp filled Jason's ear and Barbara's voice filtered into his ear via the mask, “He’s so darn cute!”

Danny’s eyes darted to the floor, his face and ears flushing green, squirming in his seat on the counter.

“Oh my god Jason, he’s adorable!!” 

Jason huffed a laugh and shook his head, placing a kettle on the stove and turning it on, spinning around to a cabinet and opening it, “He can hear you babs.”

“Really?! Oh hi Danny! You are so stinkin’ cute! You look so much like Jason did when Bru-” her voice cut off with a click as Jason took off his domino and tossed it on the table.

“Okay, enough of the overbearing sister,” Jason said with a chuckle, grabbing a chamomile and a green tea bag and tossing them into their respective cups, spinning around and leaning against the counter, facing Danny, “Did you not like your room?”

Danny shook his head side to side, ‘I like the room, it was just…’  He sat there with a nervous look on his face and rubbed his neck, a nervous tick clearly.

“The nightmare?” Danny nodded his head with his eyes glued to the floor. Jason hummed and reached forward, ruffling the small boy's fluffy hair. “Don’t sweat it, kid. Happens to the best of us, even batman.”

‘Even,’ Danny stopped for a second and looked at Jason nervously, ‘Even you?’ 

“Yeah Danny, even me.”

The small boy got a smile on his face and looked further, tilting his head towards the kettle on the stove, pointing at it.

“Done?” a nod, “Alrighty, lets get some tea and head to bed.” Jason poured the teas and added soy milk and honey to their [respective] mugs, stirring them and handing a batman themed mug to Danny.

Danny took a cautious sip and smiled, not too hot, just the right amount of sweet, he thought. He looked up and nodded. Jason sipped his own tea for a bit before grabbing both mugs in one hand and Danny with the other, holding the boy on his hip. 

He walked into Danny's room and set the mugs down, carefully tucking him into his bedsheets hoping the boy didn't see the mess he made looking for him and clicking the light off next to the bed. He smiled and stood up before a soft tugging on his jacket pulled him back. He spun around and saw Danny lift his hands in the light drifting in from the hall.

‘Can you, stay? Please?’ 

“‘Course I can, kid. You go ahead and try to fall asleep, I’ll be here,” Jason sat down on the foot of the bed and put a hand on Danny’s shoulder, “Goodnight, kiddo. Sweet dreams.” 

Danny smiled and curled in on himself, the soft purring erupting from his chest after a few minutes, lulling Jason into a sleep of his own at the foot of Danny’s bed.

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Danny woke up with a start, scanning the room for a second before remembering where he was. Jason's apartment. His own new bed. He felt a weight in his hand and saw a larger hand holding his own. He followed it down and saw Jason's face, calm and asleep. Danny pulled his legs out of the covers and crawled over to Jason's sleeping body, and curled into his side. For some unknown reason, Jason felt familiar, Danny could feel the ectoplasm inside of him calling out to Jason, telling Danny to stay with him. Jason felt sick. Danny wasn’t exactly sure why, but Jason needed help, he felt like he had ectoplasm inside of him, and not the good kind either. 

Danny was broken from his thoughts by a shifting from the large body next to him, Jason groggily wrapped his arm around Danny and pulled him closer, a small nearly indistinct rumble coming from his chest. Danny smiled and let his body make its own accompanying rumble and closed his eyes again, letting sleep wash over him in Jasons arms.

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Danny woke up again to the feeling of something moving beneath him and opened his eyes, seeing Jason standing up and draping a throw blanket on top of him.

“Just heading to take a shower, I’ll be right back Danny, go back to sleep.” Jason said with a smile. Danny nodded and closed his eyes again, hearing Jason start the shower a few rooms over and drifting back into a calm sleep.

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A window lock flipped and the window slid open, three girls quietly sliding inside, one in a green suit jacket and pants, one in black pants and a black shirt with a cat on it, and another in short shorts and a baggy gray shirt with a red duck on it. The one in green slipped and knocked an empty mug off of a side table, stilling when it hit the floor and staring at the blond girl who dramatically shushed her with a well manicured finger,the one in black on the fire escape rolling her eyes and whispering “amatures” under her breath. The one in black climbed with a practiced ease in and slid the window closed, walking over to the counter, seeing the sink and counter with dishes in sets of two. The one in the gray shirt pointed to two empty hot chocolate cups on the living room table, she runs over to the one in green and gasps, grabbing her hands and shaking them, squealing and jumping up and down.

“Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! I knew it! That’s why he wasn’t at gi-” the girl was cut off by the feeling of cold metal on her temple, before a loud sigh from where the gun was held and it lowered.

“Damn it Harley, I thought you were trying to rob me or somethin’, text me next time you wanna break into my apartment.” Jason said with a huff, uncocking the pistol and laying it on the counter.

“We were worried Jason! What were we supposed to think when you missed girls night and didn’t say anything! No text, no call, no pigeon-”

“Okay okay I get it, I’ll text you next time. Now get out. I have a shower to finish.” Jason said in fond annoyance, the three girls just now looking him over and seeing him in just a sloppily thrown on towel, water still dripping from his soapy hair as he turned around and walked back into the bathroom with a heavy sigh.

Harley turned to Ivy and started laughing, ivy joining in and leaning against the counter for support.

Ivy calmed down after a minute and laid down on the couch, which was, kinda scratchy? For some reason? But ignored it when Harley jumped in the air and landed on her with a loud ‘oof’, Salena dropping into a lazyboy chair.

Harley grabbed the remote and scrolled around different apps, turning on a show about some devil in california solving crimes, whatever. All of them watched the show for a while until they heard the squeak of a door- not the bathroom either-, freezing and turning to look at the door.

They looked lower as a small body came out of the room, an old and used blanket hanging off of a small child in worn down striped blue pajamas. The kid yawned and rubbed their eyes, walking forward a few steps before opening their eyes and seeing all three girls in the living room. Seeing them all the kid’s eyes flew open and started watering, they spun around fast and ran back into the room they were in, accidentally dropping the blanket and slamming the door closed behind them.

Selina turned around to the two girls on the couch with a shocked expression on her face, “Did Jason skip out on us because he has a kid?!”

Ivy sat herself and Harley up, confused. “Yeah, yeah I think so, and we just-”

“We just scared the shit out of that kid, who is now crying.” Harley said, jumping off of the couch and running towards the kids room, sitting down at the closed door. Selina and ivy ran behind her, Selina slowing down to grab the blanket . 

“Hey, kiddo, My names Harley Quinn and the other girl’s are my friends, Pamela Ivy, my wife, and Selina Kyle, we’re both really good friends of Jason. We were worried about your, uhm,” she turned to look at Ivy who shrugged and mouthed ‘dad?’ before spinning back to the door, “your dad, so we came to see if he was okay because he didn’t visit us yesterday.'' All three of them went quiet, only the sounds of the tv in the living room and Jason's shower in the apartment, as well as the quiet sniffling and hiccups of the boy on the other side of the door. There was no answer.

Selina stepped forward, smiling at harley before she spoke, “Hey, kitten, when you were going back to your room, you dropped your blanket,” Selina pulled up a corner to look at the poorly sewn in initials, “J.T-W.’ and smiled, “this blanket, it was your dad’s before, right?” 

A soft sniffle was heard. Selina sat down next to Harley, “Do you want it back? I swear I’ll just hand it to you, no tricks or anything.”

There was a moment's pause before the door creaked open just enough for the boy to look through with watery eyes. His hand signed through, ‘Promise?’ 

“Absolutely, yes, I promise. Here, see?” Selina held up the blanket to the boy, who quickly grabbed it and pulled it through the door. Selina smiled and pulled her hands to her lap, “nice to meet you, kitten. How are you?”

The boy wrapped the blanket around his shoulders and leaned against the doorframe, opening it a little more, ‘tired’ 

“Me too, I didn’t get much sleep last night.” the girls behind her giggled and she glared at them, the boy lifting his hand up.

‘Me too” the boy yawned.

“Did you stay up too late watching movies?” Harley asked with a smile.

He shook his head no, ‘Nightmares. But Jason helped.’ 

“Oh, he helped? What did the little mother cat do to help?” Selina said with a smile, leaning on her hand.

‘He made me tea, and held my hand, fell asleep with me.’ He wrapped his blanket around him tighter.

“Awe he’s so good at this! Jay has come so far! And, what’s your name, little nestling?” Harley asked with a smile, slowly reaching her hand forward to push the door open, waiting in case the boy pushed the door back shut. But he didn’t. He let her push the door open, and he sat down, the blanket wrapped tighter around his shoulders as if it was a shield from the girls. 

Ivy smiled and leaned against the wall, looking at the kid in the door, “It’s okay, I promise you. We’re just here, passing by.”

The boy looked up, scanning all three of them to see if they’re lying to him, but didn’t see anything, so he lifted his hands up ‘D. A. N. N. Y.”

“Lovely to meet you Danny. Are you hungry?” Ivy asked, smiling to Danny, who nodded at the floor.

“Well then pumpkin, let’s get you somethin’ to eat!” Harley said, jumping up, smiling, slowly reaching a hand down to Danny to hold. He looked at her and smiled, nodding, grabbing her hand and being pulled up, wincing at the stretch on his nearly healed stitches.

“Are you okay there, kitten? Are you hurt?” Danny looked up at her and nodded, rubbing his chest before quickly lifting his hand up to sign, his ears flipping down and his eyes going wide, ‘not Jason's fault! Jason helped’

The three girls looked at each other and smiled, “Of course he wouldn’t honeybunch, Jason is the sweetest happiest guy I know, I'm glad he helped you out!” Harley smiled and squeezed Danny's hand twice, Danny smiled in recognition and squeezed her hand twice.

They walked into the kitchen and Harley glanced down to Danny for permission before picking him up by the armpits, sitting him down on the kitchen counter and spinning around to the fridge, where Ivy was already looking through. Selina leaned against the counter and smiled at him, running her fingers through his hair.

“Kinda choppy, yeah? Did Jay cut it?” Danny nodded, smiling, “oh I can tell, it kinda sucks doesn’t it?” Danny's shoulders shook in a silent faux laughter, his fangs showing off in a not-so-human grin, Selina laughed alongside him.

“So, sweetums, what are ya hungry for?” Harley said, giving him some buttered toast to hold him over until the breakfast was done. 

Danny held the toast out to Selina, ‘Can’t have a lot of solid food, throat’s hurt too’ 

Ivy smiled and looked towards Danny, “So what are you thinking then?”

Danny looked off in the distance for a minute before he smiled ‘Eggs! And… yogurt.’ He kicked his legs.

“Sure thing cupcake!” Harley ruffled his hair and spun around to the stove, cracking some eggs and adding just a little cheese, not to hurt his throat. Ivy opened the fridge and grabbed a milk carton, pouring a small glass for Danny, who drank it greedily- must have been really thirsty crying from the nightmares. Ivy spun around from the fridge with a small cup of yogurt and a small spoon that Jason definitely did not have last time they came.

The sound of a man chuckling tore them all from their little trance they were in, and Danny spun around to look at Jason, smiling cheekily up at him with yogurt around his mouth. Jason brought his hand up and wiped Danny's mouth with his hand, wiping it on his pants and walking around to the other side of the counter where he jumped up to sit on the other side of Danny.

“So, why is there a new show on my Tv and you guys in my kitchen, making breakfast?” Jason asked, smiling fondly down at Danny.

“Well I don’t know ragamuffin, why do we come here to check on you and find you have a kitten of your own?” Selina said teasingly, running her fingers through Danny’s hair.

Jason sighed and hung his head, chuckling again and looking up, “that’s a long story, now how did you get Danny to trust you so fast?”

Harley spun around fast with a small plate of cheesy scrambled eggs in her hands, walking over to Danny and placing it in his lap, “We actually scared him first, but we were able to explain how we know you and all that jazz and he trusted us!” She said with an overly cheery smile.

Jason smirked and turned to Danny, “and what’s the real reason you trusted them?”

Danny smiled and lifted his hand, ‘they’re in your apartment, they’re comfortable, and they haven’t been shot, so you definitely like them.’ He nodded, reached his hand down, grabbed the small fork and started eating the eggs, a little hot but they felt nice in his throat.

“Well A for analysis, kid.” Jason said with a puff of laughter 

Selina chuckled and used her nails to scratch Danny’s head, a smile making its way to his face, “he’s definitely yours, ragamuffin.”

Ivy stilled where she stood in front of the stove, spinning around to face the others, “Wait, is he? Is he, yours, yours?” 

Jason paled at his spot on the counter, “No no no! At least I don’t think so, er, not that I know of no.” He blushed and looked off to the corner of the room, the girls (and Danny, the traitor) giggling at him.

Harley spun around in a buff Santa apron- where did she even get that?- hands full of plates, “alrighty then loves! Time for breakfast, where should we sit?”

They eventually all decided on the living room to keep watching that new show Harley put on.

“So, kitten, what do you like most?” Selina asked, smiling down at the boy in between her and Jason on the loveseat.

He looked up at her questioningly, she chuckled and set her plate down on the small table in front of the couch, “like your interests, stuff like that.” 

Danny made an o shape with his mouth and lifted his hand ‘Space! I really like space. I think zombies are cool, too,’ which made Ivy have to stifle a laugh that Jason playfully flipped her off for, ‘and aliens, I really want to meet an alien.”

“That’s pretty cool Danny. I’m, personally, into plants and all of that type of stuff. Harls loves binging shows, like this one. Have you seen it before?” Ivy said, smiling and leaning back in the single lazy-boy she and Harley were sharing. 

‘Nope, not yet. Is it good?’ Danny signed.

“I sure hope so!” Harley cheered. They all sat in silence for a while, both Selina and Jason slapping their hands over Danny’s eyes during specific.. scenes. Not that he minded, it was sweet they wanted to contribute to his proper consumption of media, even if he was completely ruined already. They were all broken from their trance by a knock at the door.

“Expecting someone?” Selina asked. Jason looked over and shook his head no. He looked down at danny and made a shushing motion with his hand, reaching underneath a side table for a pistol taped to the bottom, lifting the other to sign, ‘whatever you do, stay quiet and out of sight, if you need to leave with the girls do that and I’ll meet up with you later, okay?’

Danny nodded back and put his finger to his lips imitating what Jason did earlier. Jason cocked the gun and stalked to the door, staying low to the ground and near silent. He stood up to look through the peephole, letting out a soft grunt as he couldn’t see who was on the other side, he slowly unlocked the door before flinging it open and immediately pressing the gun to the forehead of a man at the door holding a package.

“Damn it Dick, why didn’t you tell me you were coming over?” Jason sighed, lowering the gun from his older brother's head and dropping it on a small table he kept at the front of the house. “Fuck are you even here for?”

“Is it too much to say I was worried about my little bro?” Dick said with a smile, completely unphased by Jasons gun.

“Yes, piss off.” Jason said with a sigh.

“I just wanted to check on you, you’ve been acting weird and I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Dick said in a concerned tone. 

Harley chose that moment to jump over the couch and jog over to the two, “I know right? First Jay says he's making his little patrol circle smaller, then, he goes and skips out on girls night!” Harley puffed air from her mouth and a strand of hair flew up dramatically, “Don’t you worry about it Dickie, the girls and I are checking up on him though, and you!” Harley poked a nail to Dicks chest, “are interrupting our mani-pedis! So,” she reached out and pulled the large box from Dick and held it in her arms, “I’m gonna take this, and I’m gonna make sure big bird here is doing alright, alrighty?”

Jason just sighed and hung his head, “you satisfied yet, Dickie-bird?” Jason asked, tilting his head up and showing off a small smile to his older brother.

Dick, bit his lip and looked him over for a second before nodding, “yeah, yeah alright you’re good. Just make sure to call me if you need anything, okay?”

“Yeah, I will.” Jason said, slowly closing the door on Dick until his hand stuck in the door.

“You promise Little wing?” 

“Yeah, I promise Dickie.” Jason huffed and finished closing the door after Dicks lingering hand slipped from the door, his footsteps receding in the hall. Jason spun around and walked back into the living room, seeing everyone staring at him. “... What?”

The girls and Danny started giggling, all four of them laid out in a circle on the floor, different nail polishes set up while the TV played a movie that recently came out. Jason rolled his eyes and sat down with them, picking up a black and shaking it hard before lifting it up to see the color in the light better. Selina pulled it from his hands and smiled, “Oh no Ragamuffin, we’ve got a plan for you, you just watch the movie.”

“Yeah! We’ll take care of your nails and you just sit there!” Harley said giggling.

“Well what am I supposed to do?” Jason asked, Danny just tapped him and thrusted his hands forward with a blue/green shimmer nail polish in his hands, a small clip pinching his sensitive nose closed. Jason smiled and picked up the polish, “alrighty then kiddo, let’s get these nails done.”

It took about an hour and a half for everyone's nails to get done, Jason struggling between using his left and right hands to paint Danny's fingernails while the girls did his. In the end, Danny smiled big- a little too big- at his nails, holding them up to Jason's heavily decorated nails. The girls went all out on Jason's nails, all black with his pointer and middle finger red, the black nails with silver skull and flower decals and his red nails with lines and numbers painted on them to look like bullets. Jason held them up next to Danny's and posed for a picture with him.

Danny carefully signed to Jason, ‘is this what happens every girls night?’ 

“Yes of course! But this big dummy here,” Harley leaned on Jason's shoulder, “always messes them up during patrol!” she finished with a giggle, before realizing what she said and stilling in place, the two other girls also going ridgid. 

Danny just smiled, ‘it’s okay, I know He’s Red Hood.’ each of the girls let out a puff of breath.

“Wait, did he tell you who we are? Or, anyone else?” Ivy asked, concerned.

Danny shook his head side-to-side, ‘nope. Well, it's obvious you’re Poison Ivy and, obviously,  Harley Quinn, but I'm not sure who Selina is.’

“Oh, well I'm Catwoman, but you can just call me Selina.” She said with a smile.

Danny beamed and leaned forward, ‘you’re catwoman?! The burglar?!’ 

“Cat-burglar, but yes that’s me.” Selina said, happy to see such a small kid so excited to meet her.

‘That’s so cool! What's the prettiest thing you’ve stolen?’ Danny said, starting up a game of 20 questions with Selina, while Ivy tugged on Jason’s arm to talk to him in the other room. Danny could most definitely hear them, but it was the thought that counted- not to mention that Danny was too interested in the story about Bruce Wayne’s mother’s pearl necklace that Selina still has to this day- than eavesdropping on Jason and Ivy.

“So,” Ivy tucked herself inside the kitchen and faced Jason with worry, “He’s cold. Really cold. He has long pointed ears and his eyes can become slits, his chest vibrates and- He’s just… He’s not…“

“Your business.” Jason said with certainty, “I’m taking care of him, I’ve worked with Danny on trust and keeping him healthy and feeling good. Ivy I love you and I love hanging out with you, thank you for your concern but I’m taking care of him. When he first got here he was…” Jason furrowed his eyebrows and clenched his fist, “Not in a good condition. I don’t mean to be rude and I’m sorry if I’m coming off that way but whether or not he’s human is neither of our businesses, just so long as I can take care of him and give him someplace he doesn’t have to be scared-” Jason got cut off with a hand on his shoulder.

“Jason. I may not understand how exactly you feel like that when it comes to human- or nonhuman- children, but I know the idea. Don’t worry Jay, I just want to make sure my friends are okay. Tell us if you need anything when it comes to Danny, you know we have your back.” 

Jason let out a breath and hung his head, “I’m sorry I got defensive.”

Harley, who apparently came into the kitchen when Jason wasn’t watching, let out a huff, “Well of course you did! Someone else was butting in on the way you’re parenting your kid and not in a nice way- sorry Ives- and you wanted to defend your kid!” Harley leaned to her tippy toes and patted Jason's head, ignoring his very flushed face and walking back into the living room, jumping back into the conversation with Selina and Danny.

Ivy smiled softly, “I’m happy you found someone to make you happy. I used to think you needed to settle down with Roy or Artemis, but finding a kid and giving him your home is what really made you happy. Huh. Don’t worry, you’re nothing like Bruce was, you’re better already.”

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hope you enjoyed! reminder the past and future chapter links are at the top of the chap, as well as the Ao3 link <3

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[benbamboozled]

I remember you asking for nsfw asks so I'll give it a go. I even made it anon for extra authenticity.

DamiJay Mommy/Daddy kink with JASON as the Mommy. Just adult Damian gifting Jason with clothes, jewelery, and perfumes with the common trait being that they're all things Talia likes and uses. Damian absolutely indulging in Jason's toddies and calling him things like "My Wife" or even "Mama" when sucking on Jason's nips. Jason catching on and shifting the way he speaks, moves, and acts to match Talia to fluster Damian. Calling Damian Beloved the same way Talia calls Bruce or Habibi the way she calls Damian. Damian who has grown to look like Bruce acting like him as revenge on Jason who would call him B or Dad. The fucked up BruTalia roleplay they'd indulge in when fucking sometimes (and the extra fucked up times where Jason/Talia calls Damian/Bruce "Father".

And then Bruce and Talia living vicariously through DamiJay when they start to cotton onto their sex roleplays. Giving them ideas and information on what Jason/Talia and Bruce/Damian would enjoy/make them unravel in their hands.

OMG.

NONNY.

All of this.

FWOOSH!

FIRST OF ALL, Jason+Mommy Kink is THE BEST. In ALL forms. Jay should be the KING of Mommy Kink.

Second, DamiJay is an underrated ship! And Fucked Up/Into Weird Shit DamiJay is the BEST dynamic for them.

And, okay. I LOVE the trope of someone like, subconsciously pampering another person? So what about like, Damian just happens to be getting Jay all this stuff that just happens to be all things that would be fit for Talia, because that is how you’re SUPPOSED to treat your mommywife the most important person in your life a person for whom you may have inexplicable and complicated feelings.

(And then Jay obviously picks up on this and escalates things and then they’re OFF TO THE RACES!)

Omg and I LOVE BruTal being ALL IN on this like “omg look at our babies they are precious” meanwhile every other person on the planet is just like

[nataliewritez]

Near The Wood Fire || Jason Todd Tk Fic

A/N: Huehehehe.. @ticklish-n-stuff here ya go :) OH GOD THIS SUCKS AAAAA-

Summary: During a rather cold night, Sakura and Todd are snuggling in a blanket near the warm wood fire, Todd takes too long to return back, thus Sakura teaches him a light lesson.

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Tonight was awfully cold, as the two of you, Jason and Sakura, snuggle in the warmest blanket you both could find. Sakura sighed as she was sat atop Todd, head resting on his chest as she looked up at him, exchanging warm smiles.

"You feeling a bit warmer?" Jason asked her, as the brunette snapped out of her lovestruck trance. She scooted herself so she could sit up, snuggling deeper into the blanket, aswell as Jason. He chuckled, his gaze unable to shift away. "I'll take that as a yes, then." He replied, smiling softly as you nodded, too comfortable to speak as of yet.

Sakura looked up, a small pout arriving as Jason got up. "Where are you going?" She asked, as Jason turned to her, he simply smiled and leaned down, kissing the top of her forehead as he tucked a strand of her brunette hair behind her ear, making her smile.

"Don't worry, I'm just getting some sticks to help the fire grow, don't want to grow sick now, don't we?" Chortled the dual coloured haired male, as he let his hand cup her cheek, rubbing his thumb against her cheek gently. She leaned into the hand and sighed. "Alright, don't take too long, or else." She playfully remarked, gasping and giggling slightly as Jason's hand crawled to her chin, gently scribbling under it for a moment before stopping.

"Alright, alright, I will." He laughed, as he walked off to grab some more dry wood for the wood fire.

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After a small while, Jason returned, as he opened up the door for the small wood fire and chucked some wood inside, as the flames grew warmer already. He then closed the door and looked down at Sakura, as she looked up at him with open arms, the blanket still wrapped around her as she welcome him with open arms.

"Alright, alright, I will." She playfully mocked, as he rolled his eyes with an amused smile and went into her embrace, his face rested against her shoulder, as the two enjoyed the warm silence, the wood crackling and emitting a sweet light over them.

"This is nice." Jason sighed, eyes widening in surprise as Sakura placed a kiss over his cheek, causing his face to brighten up. She laughed at his cute reaction, as he huffed, tucking his face into the blanket. "You're so cute, Todd~" She whispered into his ear, making him melt slightly in her embrace.

"Whatever.." He muttered, smiling a bit as he heard Sakura giggle. His eyes closed rather quickly, as the relaxing and soft moment took over.. That was until he felt petite fingers squeeze around the thin shirt on his sides. His eyes quickly opened as he went to reach down, bursting into giggles before he could.

"S-Sahahahakura! Why're you- Pfft- Hehe!" The taller slightly curled inwards, as he felt nails gently skitter across his sides. "This is for taking too long, Toddy~" Sakura winked, as she giggled along with him, poking and prodding against his sides and, now, skittering over his stomach, as he giggled slightly harder.

"I'm sorrehehehe! Ack!? W-Wahahait! I cahahan't tahahake it!" Jason giggled as Sakura climbed up towards his ribs, making him curl inwards. Salura hummed along as she looked at him.

"Lets see how many ribs you have, don't we?" She playfully retorted, making him whine between giggles. "1.. 2.. 3.." She kept counting, watching in glee as Todd desperately tried to keep himself still. "16.. 17.. 18..~" Her voice grew more teasing the higher she counted, as she kneaded small circles over his higher pair of ribs, making him squirm a bit.

"D-Dahahamn you! Wahahait- I'm sohohohorry!" He whimpered as she scribbled against each rib, making him jolt and curl up into a ball. "Aww, Jason, you made me lose count! No matter, I'll just restart."

The night was filled with laughter for a long while, as Jason was forced to giddily stay in place, waiting for Sakura to grow too tired to continue.