#jayroy drabble

[kbirbpods]

Fandom: Batman - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Length: 300 words

Relationship: Roy Harper/Jason Todd

Summary:

Jason tries to make apple cider donuts for game night. He truly cannot explain what went wrong.

Notes: trying to do Cozytober 2024 as chill as possible with how busy I am at work, so I combined three prompts to post today: "baking gone wrong," "apple cider donuts," and "game night." This brings me to 5 filled prompts and it is October 6th!

My Cozytober Checklist is on the "events" page of my blog ~

[bitter-hibiscus]

have a little jayroy drabble I'm never going to do anything with because it's first person and I don't like whole fics like that

yes I wrote this on discord. shut up

[soysaurus]

you can tell im bored on the bus bc then i write jayroy tumblr drabbles ALFHSKSJSK

[esfordays]

Sooo... 👀 Trick or treat?

Tehe

I am currently (along with a drunk JayRoy Drabble) working on a fic where Dick adopts a child, and keeps it secret from… pretty much everyone

I have a LIST of things I want to include, sooo…. You want me to add them????

[imjustmeinsecret]

Current Priority List: (as of 15.04.25)

This is just my personal guide to the many series I'm writing, so that there's some overview on what I'm trying to work on above the others.

#1 Young Justice Honeybees

update 10.04 - 31.04

#2 Bird Upon A Grave (4/6✅)

#3 His Highness Richard Grayson of Gotham (5/7✅)

#4 Bart's Hero Academia (3/7✅)

#5 Miraculous Pocket AU (1/4✅)

#6 JayRoy Pocket AU pt. 2 (1/2✅)

#7 Gotham's Sectors and its Residents (4/7✅)

+ the 19 drabbles I've started and will be worked on when I'm in the mood.

[river-bottom-nightmare]

[New draft]

I’m finally getting hitched Tying The Knot Official Words

Wedding Vows

by roy harper, putting the laughter in manslaughter since 1983

A couple years ago, you asked me why I loved you, and I said “I-I don’t know.” Except you weren’t really happy with that answer, I could tell, so I tried to put it into nicer words. I mean, I’ve loved a lot of people in my life, or at least I thought I did. Look how that turned out. And, you know, I kind of write them off when they leave me, or when I leave them, because obviously that means it couldn’t have been love in the first place. But then I know that’s a big fat fucking lie because I still remember all of them, still remember exactly how it felt to tumble head over heels. So maybe they reason they stayed with me forever, despite one of us leaving, has to do with them and not me? And I was about halfway through this awful explanation when Dick gave us a call, told us that dealer we were tracking had just put his dirty little hands in Bludhaven, so we went to go deal with that. 

Both of us were glad that conversation was over, and I’m pretty sure you forgot all about it. But I didn’t. I never forgot about it, and I realized I never really answered your question. So, here goes.

I mean, I thought I was so smart when you met me. Sure, I was at my absolute lowest. But I was 25 and reckless, and the heroin had me feeling like a real person for the first time, you know? A human being, with the kind of secrets a grown-up kept, telling the kind of lies grown-ups told. And I thought I loved the way grown-ups loved. Always on the move, always leaving. Because it was either leave or get left. And I thought that was love. And I thought that was a brilliant idea. I was all dark and tough and had this tragic backstory, and I thought I was fucking irresistible, but only for a night. I thought I was fucking irresistible for a night, and after that I wasn’t worth shit.  

Now, I’m looking back at 25 year old me and the only thought going through my head was, what an asshole. Just, everything about me was supremely dickish. But most of all, it was the way I treated relationships. Do you remember that time you, me, and Kori went to that carnival? And Kori won that strength competition and we got free cotton candy? And I just gorged myself on candy floss, man. I was worse that Wally used to be, back in the day. And then we went on all those carnival rides and I thought to myself, I’d be fine. I run around jumping off rooftops with grappling arrows, and I used to practice marital arts with Dick Grayson. Motion sickness doesn’t happen to me. And then like half an hour later I was puking my guts out and you stood there and laughed at me? That. That’s how I treated love. I gobbled up everything I could get, and it was way more than I could handle, and then I’d throw it all up and run away. 

I’m not 25 anymore, but it feels like I’m still running. Except I can’t get away with what I used to do, ‘cause Kori can hear my fucking heartbeat and you check my arms for track marks all the time and Dick bribed his way into being my second emergency contact after you. So I hide away in my room and sort of melt onto my sofa. But not the good melting, like the way I melt into your mouth like you snipped all my strings. The gross kind of melting where I’m curled up onto the couch and I just wanna hack all my hair off with a knife and it feels like my brain is leaking all over the sofa and I know you killed most of my old dealers but I wanna bring them back to life because just one more hit, I just need one more hit, and I wanna drink myself into a rage but you locked away all the alcohol with a bat-lock that even I can’t break. Figures. It’s funny. You’ll shoot yourself in the neck before you go to Bruce for anything, but if it’s for me, you’ll swallow your pride in a second and get whatever the hell you need. 

I guess I’m just scared. I’m scared that I’m imaginary. I’m scared I’ll always end up reinventing myself every day to spare other people the trouble of having to do that for me. That what I want everyone to see always takes precedent to who I really am. I’m scared that I’ve finally lost it, that I’m crazy, that I’ve finally gone mad. But I’m even more scared that I’m perfectly sane. Because if I’m sane, then what excuse do I have? What excuse do I have for treating people the way I do, like they’re problems that I have to solve or explain or else I’ll just fall behind everyone else.

And that’s where you come in. Fuck, Jay. That’s, that’s when you came in.

I tried to word vomit that last part to you one night when you thought I was drunk and I thought you were drunk but neither of us had had a drop, and we hid behind the curtain of alcohol to have a heart to heart. And you told me people don’t have to be solved or explained. We’re all just ghost stories, and maybe we should just try to stay that way. Because we spend our days doing wonderful things, horrible things, and sometimes there’s no reason behind it. Or, wait, fuck, no. There is a reason. But that reason’s too simple and too straightforward to really be satisfying, you know? And then we keep forgetting the lesson that we learned and re-mystifying these problems that we already solved because deep down we don’t actually want to figure out why we love each other but hurt each other and-

Fuck. Sorry, Jaybird. This was supposed to be a simple answer to a simple question.

I think. Um. No, I don’t think. I know. I know I love you because I have to.

There’s no “why” about it. Any more than there’s a reason why Kori loves the dew drops that gather in the morning grass, or why that old hag in the apartment next to us can’t keep a plant alive for the life of her. I mean, I guess there is a reason. There’s always a reason, there’s always a “why.” I don’t really understand it, though. And you know how much that bothers me, you gotta know how much I hate that. Maybe if I dug around in myself for a bit, really thought some stuff through, talked to some people I thought I was done talking to, I’d figure it out. I’d figure out where all this love comes from. What it’s for.

But then the question would be answered. Why do I love you? Boom, I’d have an explanation. The ghost story would be over. And there’s really no point in telling a ghost story that has an ending, all nice and neat and wrapped up in a little package.

Right now, I think I’m finally at a place where I can just let it be. It’s just you and me. Me sleeping ‘till noon, then waking up to see you in my kitchen, looking like a fucking greek god reincarnated, a smile on your face that I don’t think anyone else but me gets to see, flipping an omelette with the same ease and grace that you flip knives. Me in fiddling with a couple spare parts, adding on to my arrows, and you either sliding up behind me, wrapping your arms around my waist and whispering in my ear how good I look in this old tank top or you throwing a greasy rag at my face and laughing at how it messed up the bun I had my hair put up in and telling me to wash up, dinner’s in 10. The two of us crowding around a set of blueprints, scheming and figuring out how to best hurt this one greedy asshole and send him down the highway to hell. And you honestly know all my secrets, all the dark thoughts I had when I was doped up and hating the world and everyone in it. And I’m the only one who knows what really happened in that funky green goo you call a Lazarus Pit, I’m the only one who knows what you went through under the League. The fact that we don’t have any secrets gives me this feeling in my chest, it’s warm and golden and sorta like how you feel with Dick Grayson smiles at you, except this time I think I caused it.

I just hope to god I’m right when I say “I love you.”

‘Cause I do. Jason. I love you. I just, fuck. I like being around you. And for the first time in a long while, I don’t think I’m going anywhere.

Fuck. That was stupid. This barely even made sense anyway. 

[Are you sure you want to delete this document?]

[Document deleted]

[New draft]

Wedding Vows.

From Roy Harper. To Jason Todd. 

I was trying something new with this and I have no idea whether it worked or not but oh well here it is.

[queerbutstillhere-writes]

"Do you ever think we should just stop doing this?"

Roy scowled and looked over, long red hair sticking to his sweaty neck, the smell of sweat, cigarettes and something more racy filled the room. Also a little bit of blood. His face was pressed into the matress, stripped just to the fitted sheet, and Jason was laying next to him, staring up at the ceiling fan as it spun viciously over him. An oscillating fan was blowing over them intermittently, cooling their bare, hot skin in bursts.

"Stop what?" Roy muttered, letting his eyes slide close.

There was a lot Jason could be talking about. The vigilante work that had them both staggering into their safehouse late at night, bleeding heavily. The sleeping together. The not sleeping at all. The secret identities and lying to their families. There was a good sized list of things they should probably stop doing.

There was a long pause of silence, just the noise of the fans, the only thing keeping them at a decent temperature in the summer Mexican heat.

"Whatever the hell this is."

Oh so the sleeping together.

Roy opened his eyes as Jason started shifting, sitting up and grabbing a pack of cigarettes and lighting one. Roy just watched him.

"Why? You got anything better to do? Or, I guess, anyone?"

Jason snorted, and Roy knew that was his answer.

No, he didn't have anyone else.

No one could be involved in their life.

It was just them, and sometimes the occasional old friend that got themselves involved.

But besides that. It was always just them, patching each other up on the bathroom counter. It was just them, cooking dinner and eating wherever will service them. It was just them, when the other woke up with nightmares. It was just them. Jason and Roy. Red Hood and Arsenal.

Jason sighed heavily, smoke curling up towards the ceiling, only to be caught by the wind of the fan and get whipped around the room. Roy pushed up on his elbows, reaching a hand out. Jason passed the cigarette over, watching him pull a drag off it, then let it out.

"What's going on, Jaybird?"

"I dunno."

"You do know."

Roy passed the cigarette back, and Jason fiddled with it, watching the end of it glow.

"Do you want more from me?" Jason asked softly.

Oh boy a loaded question, that was.

Roy sighed and rolled onto his back. Jason sounded a little worried, anxious maybe. Scared.

Roy shrugged. "I dunno. What do you mean by more? Because you already do quite a lot."

"Roy."

Roy shook his head, crawling over to where Jason was leaning against the wall. He braced his hands against the blue plaster and swung a leg over Jason, straddling his hips. He placed his hands on Jason's shoulders, before sliding one up to tilt his chin up.

"Jason."

Jason arched an eyebrow, slipping his hand under Roy's arm to smoke. Talking was never really either of their strong suits. They usually ended up fucking instead of talking about their feelings.

"You and your commitment issues," Roy mumbled, waiting until Jason had fully exhaled before leaning in and kissing him.

They kissed until Roy was breathless and Jason was pushing him off so he could turn to put out the cigarette quickly, pulling him back in to hungrily kiss him again.

"Jay, wait," Roy managed to get out, pushing against Jason's chest.

"What?" Confusion and hurt laced Jason voice.

"I don't want anything else from you, okay? I have you and that's all I want. Yeah it's a fucking weird relationship, but it's ours and I don't want anything else."

Jason was silent, blinking at him.

"Okay?"

"Okay. So don't-. . . Don't let that big brain of yours tell you otherwise. You may be an asshole, but you're my asshole best friend."

"Your asshole best friend who you give blowjobs to."

"Yeah. That."

Jason narrowed his eyes, and Roy could tell there was more going on in his head, but decided not to push it, leaning in to kiss him again before sliding off and falling onto his back, feet up on the wall.

"If I asked, would you knock me out."

Jason snorted, smacking his leg.

"Sure, if you want a bitch of a headache in the morning."

"Hmm, but sleep."

"Drama queen."

"Asshat."

"Loonie."

"Jackass."

"Fucker."

"Asshole."

"You really like my ass, huh?"

"Well it's nothing compared to mine, but-"

Roy was cut off with a yelp as Jason tried to smother him with a pillow.

[saunteringhusbands]

“What are your thoughts on me?” Jason looks down at Roy who begged the question while tying his shoes. Jason opened his mouth, though nothing came out, as he wasn’t quite sure what it implied. Roy rose up, locked eyes with the other boy. Looked to his lips then back up, studied those blue eyes and waited. 

“I’m not sure what you mean,” the response was gravelly. He turned his back on the red-head to put on his jacket. 

Roy grabbed at Jason’s hand and tugged. He spun him around and took a step forward, holding the other man in place. “You know exactly what I mean.” 

Jason stared down at their hands, eyes transfixed on how perfectly their fingers tied together. Roy was right. He knew exactly what he meant. He couldn’t answer yet, though, the words weren’t there and any spoken would simply be forced. He leaned forward instead, squeezed the hand he was holding and parted his lips and fell into Roy. And one could say that was an answer enough for Roy. He smiled into the kiss and moved his arms to embrace Jason. Both consider it the start of their life together.

Not much time passes, some months, maybe a year maybe two. They’re shopping downtown, in some furniture store and Jason is looking at plates. He’s holding a blue one in his hands, inspecting its ridges. Roy looks up from a selection of hand cloths to focus on Jay. He smiles softly. 

“What are your thoughts on moving in together?” Roy asks, stalking over. 

Jason raises an eyebrow, ponders slightly, and bites his lip. He eyes the atrocious, bright orange wash cloth in Roy’s hand. “Fine,” he starts, “but only if I’m in charge of the decor.” He tears the cloth away and gives Roy a kiss in place of it. It’ll simply have to do.

They’re walking through the park. It’s warm, that first solid week of spring when all signs of winter are out of sight, out of mind, and the flowers begin to bud. They’re hand in hand, strolling down the sidewalk path. Neither is really talking, save for simple phrases, lines about the weather and a bird over yonder and what they’ll have for dinner. Things are good for them right now. 

Roy takes mental notes of the dogs. He turns to Jason, ever so suddenly. The corner of his lip rises and he looks down at the ground thoughtfully. 

“What are your thoughts on getting a dog?” 

Jason chuckles. They spend the rest of the afternoon spit-balling names back and forth. They spend the following day picking out chew toys and a leash and collar and harness and food bowls and a bed at the local pet store. By the weekend they’re at the shelter, wandering up and down aisles of kennels. They find a pitbull named Raptor. Jason chats with the receptionist and fills out adoption papers. Roy sits with the dog on the ground, covering him in kisses, scratches, and belly rubs. Jason smiles at the sight.

They just finished dinner, a roast chicken with mashed potatoes and corn. Jason cooked the majority of it, and he does the dishes now, scrubbing away at their plates and setting them aside to be dried. He hears Roy enter the kitchen and teases him with a comment about having to do dishes alone. No response. He rolls his eyes and shuts the water off, drying his hands, ready to say something else, but Roy beats him to it.

“What are your thoughts on marriage?”

Jason’s jaw drops the slightest bit. He turns around. Roy is knelt before him on the ground, a look of pure wonder on his face. One hand is caressing an open box, revealing a simple gold ring. The other reaches out for Jason. He grabs that hand, pulling Roy up. There’s a foot of space between the two and neither’s quite sure what to do. One is holding on anxiously, awaiting an answer he’d hoped would come without thought. The other is terrified. His mind is going a million miles a minute. He loves Roy. He’s sure he loves Roy. Yet, there’s still a tugging, a fear. 

It doesn’t matter. It can’t possibly matter. From their last four years together, Roy has given Jason everything he could ever possibly need; every ounce of solace, every kiss, every hug, every dance, every smile. Life with Roy is comfort. It’s serenity. It’s everything he’s never had, everything he’s longed for.

He collapses then, into freckled arms, an embrace. “Yes,” he relieves. “God fucking yes, Roy, god do I want to marry you.”

They spend the night covering one another in kisses, drinking the finest wine their cupboard could serve them, straight from the bottle. They make plans. They aren’t in a rush, but they are in love, and perhaps there isn’t much of a difference. 

Their wedding is small. Immediate family and friends only. Alfred walks Jason down the aisle. They marry and eat cake and Dick gives a speech about each of the grooms and they spend the night dancing to a shitty playlist put together by Tim. Oliver and Bruce try to outdo each other with wedding gifts. And at the end of the night, when it’s just the pair of them, Red Hood and Arsenal, Robin and Speedy, Jason and Roy, they hold one another close and talk in soft voices, breath entwining, much like their bodies beneath the sheets. They speak of love and promises. 

Months later. Roy is working at the dining room table, clicking away on his laptop. Jason is in the living room, rereading Hamlet for the umpteenth time, twisting his wedding ring around on his finger. He loves that damn ring. Once so afraid of the weight it might bring, he’s been met with the utter opposite. He finds relief in it all. In having someone to hold onto when the nights get long, look forward to on the stressful days, lounge with when the outside world is gray and he’s in need of a day off. They work together. Everything aligned so perfectly, fit so snugly, like pieces of a puzzle. 

Jason’s never been happier.

He looks up now and is met with the image of Roy standing in the door frame, laptop in his hands still.

“What are your thoughts on a house with a white picket fence?”

They move to the middle of the country, far from both Gotham and Star City. They hang up their capes and never touch a weapon again. Their days open up and begin to be spent painting the walls of the house. Their nights are spent cuddled up on the couch, Jason reading aloud to Roy and Raptor, exposing them to worlds they’d never before tasted, never even thought to step foot in. 

With bliss comes rain and when it rains it pours. They just had a big fight. Each party said things he didn't mean, and though they both know they weren’t coming from truthful places, neither is ready to apologize just yet. 

They sit side by side on their bed, a few feet between them. Both stare absently at the wall. They won’t go to bed angry, it’s something they both agreed on. Still, this waiting game doesn’t seem to be going anywhere and it’s getting late. Roy has work early the next morning, Jason an appointment. 

It’s half past one when Roy breaks the silence. He gnaws on his cheek, straightens his back, bows his head and looks at his husband out of the corner of his eye. 

“What are your thoughts on kids?”

Jason’s shoulders drop, all pent-up tension released in a single second. He crawls across the bed and falls into Roy’s lap, wrapping arms around a slender waist. They stay up late dreaming up a family. 

Jason doesn’t make it to his appointment that day. Roy calls in sick to work.

Over the course of the next few years, they adopt three children, who they love as much as if they were their own. Their house becomes chaotic, the good kind. Jason cooks family meals and cleans up and gets the kids to school. Roy works as an engineer for some company and comes home every day to his husband and children. 

When the kids are asleep, and the house is still, and the night is a haven in opposed to a battleground, Jason and Roy still snuggle up on the couch for Jason to read aloud to his husband, their dog at their feet. It’s a particular night. Jason’s back is against Roy’s chest, Roy’s fingers are running through Jason’s hair as he reads Picture of Dorian Gray. There’s a candle burning on the coffee table, and a small, warm lamp is turned on from its place on an end table, but besides that, the house is dark, it’s sleepy, it’s homey. Roy trails kisses down Jason’s neck.

“What are your thoughts on me?” He begs, a whisper.

Jason smiles. It’s been twelve years since he was first asked that. He remembers his response to it then: a passionate kiss, a skipped patrol, a night in bed together. He had been young, full of fear, yet lust, yet a deep, growing love for this boy before him. And now, today, tonight, he sits with twelve years of experience in his back pocket.

He’s fallen in love with Roy. With his hands, freckles, eyes, cupids bow, back dimples. With his corny jokes, useless inventions, stupid catch phrases that aren’t catchy in the slightest. With his mannerisms, the essence of him, the ins, the outs, the very existence that is Roy William Harper.

Jason’s heart swells, it’s warm, his head is an eruption of butterflies and he simply thinks to himself, “I love him.”

“My thoughts, Roy Harper, love of my life, father of my children,” Jason starts slowly, taking small breaks between words, as if sounding it all out, warming up to the water before jumping in head first. “Are that I love you, and that you complete me.”

Roy buries his face in the crook of Jason’s neck. “God, I fucking love you.”

They fall asleep there, on the couch, a tangled mess of limps and a book discarded to the floor. They awake the next morning to their children bouncing atop them. They spend the Saturday as a family. Roy plays a board game with the youngest two while Jay helps the eldest with a history assignment in the kitchen. In the midst of it all, they exchange a look, a knowing look, a loving one, one which promises so much, one which reads, ‘we’ve made it.’

[mf-luder-xf]

Day Three, JayRoy Weekend 2020, June 28

For the prompt: BDSM/kinky

[oikawas]

Hello legend could you do Jason and Bruce 104? Or jayroy 💖💖💖

“I’ve never felt stronger than when you’re with me.”

There’s a sadness in the air choking the breath from Roy’s lungs, and he desperately keeps wiping at the red staining Jason’s chest. A stack of bloodied towels sits next to him, a solemn reminder of just how much the Gotham vigilante has already suffered tonight, and the pile only continues to grow and grow and grow as the night wears on.

The man in question is no longer coherent; jumping between calling out for his mother and calling out for his beloved, the blood spilling from him in rivulets is a foregone memory and Roy wishes he could say the same for himself. Instead, he’s tasked himself with the gruelling clean up, and though the Lazarus in Jason’s veins works fast, his blood is spilling much quicker.

Roy is covered in his boyfriend’s blood, and it is Batman’s fault. The pinnacle of justice and blind faith had perverted himself not to deal with the Joker, or Harvey Dent, or even any of the Gotham Rogues, but rather…

His own son.

Some part of Roy rages at the situation, hellbent on finding the man and making him pay for what he’s done. Another part wants to grab the man and make skin-to-skin contact, have him wear the blood of his second son, the blood he so desperately sought only hours ago. Wants to see Bruce Wayne dressed up in the blood he spilt so recklessly.

(Wants to throw Jason’s ashes in his eyes, if it comes down to it.

Look at him! He would scream.

You did this!)

There is no justice in Gotham for its damned, Roy knows; Jason falls into the category of tragedy, but so does most of Gotham. He knows most of the heroes will side with Batman, the dark side to Superman’s light, one-half of their leader duo. He knows Jason is but a concept to them, a cautionary tale; a nightmare to tell their kids about before they dress them up in bright colours and take them to war.

Jason had been that kid, once upon a time. Jason had worn those greens and reds and yellows, had smiled in the face of justice and held the city’s burdens up on his shoulders.

And Jason paid the price. Again and again and again.

Roy worries he has nothing left to give this time, worries that Batman has broken something fundamental and sacred in the man. Three people alive on this planet have the power to reach past Jason’s ribs and take hold of his bleeding heart: Roy will never abuse that gift, and the second is most likely already on her way.

That leaves an unrepentant Batman, and for the umpteeth time Roy wishes to rip the man’s flesh off his bones with nothing more than his teeth. For a man who preaches boundaries and unbiased justice, there are no strings on him to hold him back from anything more than the song and dance he holds with the Joker like clockwork.

Beneath his hands, Jason continues to bleed.

He’s already called Dinah, frantic over the phone and barely held together at the seams. Only for Jason does he manage to relay what they needed, and after extracting a promise of haste from his maternal figure, he hung up to get back to cleaning.

Now...the waiting game. The veins around Jason’s eyes are glowing a soft green, barely visible under the blood and grime caking his skin, but Roy takes it as a good sign.

“I’ve never felt stronger than when you’re with me,” Roy whispers into the darkness. Still, his quiet words seem like a shout into the quiet death of night, and he barely holds back a cringe. “Please, please, Jason...you can’t go. Not now.”

A pause. Roy shivers as the truth works its way through him, loud and burning and truthful.

“I love you, Jason, please...please...stay with me, darling.”

And there, with the truth laid bare—

Roy falls apart, teeth clenched around a dry sob, head bowed in prayer, in faith—

(They were stronger together. Two halves of a whole. Perfection incarnate.

Outlaws. Friends. Lovers.

Soulmates.)

In the cold darkness of Gotham, in the inky blackness just before dawn, time hiccups, and--

A red string pulled taut, taut, taut—

Two heartbeats sync up, beating in tandem, strong and hardened and weathered and resilient. Protected, the romantics and the legends and the myths would say, by the force of love.

—Their string relaxes, curling between their bodies, unseen but immortal. Unbreakable.

Jason opens his eyes, and reaches for Roy.

But there is no need; Roy is already there.

[kiseiakhun]

Hey I wrote a thing 👍

[aesthetical-comic]

“They’re so grown up I can’t believe it” Roy’s mother, Dinah, ‘whispered’ to Bruce Wayne as they took picture of the boys. Roy groaned at the blonde woman’s actions and not very politely informed her of just how embarrassing she was being. The young boys were going stag, no dates, only each other (though Roy likes to picture them going as dates).

Jason smiled at the red headed boy next to him, the two of them wearing matching red ties and looked, in Alfred’s words, extremely dapper. He would’ve never say this aloud, but when Roy suggested they go together rather than get dates, he was relieved. No pressure of finding the right girl. No rejection. No complications after the dance. Along with the fact he felt a tug in his throat at the idea of Roy and some girl grinding on the dance floor.

The dance was loud and long, and went exactly how Roy had expected. Jason got all sorts of action, Roy got none. Like in every high school movie ever, someone spiked the punch, so the two boys were a little tipsy as Dinah drove them home. Everything was fucking hilarious. When the hot home, Dinah watched them go into Roy’s room and chuckled at them. The got drunk at the homecoming, oh well. What else could she do? She couldn’t report it, they’d get in trouble for drinking. She was confident neither Roy nor Jason had any alcohol on their person. So she just let it be.

Sitting on Roy’s bed, the two boys were pretty quiet as they pulled their ties off. Roy smiled softly at Jason as he stood up, removing his jacket and shirt slowly. He caught his reflection in the mirror, along with the reflection of Jason staring at him. “Jay?” He raised a soft brow and was met with Jason standing up and pressing his lips against Roy’s in a way that made Roy absolutely giddy.

[petsdenonne]

✨MASTERLISTS✨

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✨Drabbles✨

A rainy night Jason x Fem!Reader, SFW.

Supermarket Flowers Jayroy x Fem!Reader, SFW.

Should’ve listened ArkhamKnight Jason x Fem!Reader, NSFW 🔞

✨Accidental Series✨

Accidental Jason x Fem!Reader, NSFW 🔞

Accidental Part 2 Jason x Fem!Reader, NSFW 🔞

✨AUs✨

✨HCs✨

Batboys at the Aquarium Jason, Dick, and Damian, SFW.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Can I request Jason Todd x reader x Roy harped smut? Reader accepting their proposition as a continuation from the last jayroy/reader Drabble?

The Drabble Anon is talking about is here.

"Worn out already, Jaybird," Roy teases, watching the other man, his head on your stomach, half asleep. Sated. Content.

"If he's not, I am," you pant, taking Roy's hand and kissing it.

Roy tutted and wrapped himself around you on your other side, burying his face in your hair and kissing your head. "Lazy," he mocked without any real heat.

"And sore," you pout, making Jason turn his head and smudge a wet kiss against the skin of your belly.

"We'll be more gentle next time," he promised, warming to the feel of soft kisses, enjoying your soft contented noises.

"Next time?" you hum.

"Yeah, darlin'," Roy drawled, stroking your hair, taking Jason's cue to start bringing you down. Lavishing softer attentions on you. Kissing the red, angry-looking love bites they'd left on you. Soothing them softly. "You're ours now, Sweetheart."

"But what about-"

"Don't you worry your pretty little head," Jason hums, "We like sharing."

"At least with each other," Roy added, kissing your nose.

[official-impravidus]

IMPRAVIDUS BATMAN WORKS MASTERLIST

Last Updated: August 5, 2024

ONE-SHOTS AND DRABBLES

blood on my hands - Joker Junior Aftermath

just a normal night at the kent farm - Damian and Tim run into each other in the middle of the night coming from their significant other’s rooms

damian wayne is confused - Batfam Bodyswap

Shovel Talk - Dick walks in on Jayroy

Hey, Romeo. I want a divorce. - Dick and Roy got drunk married in college and now need a divorce so Roy can marry Jason

cheesecake is more important than saving bruce from the timestream - Dick Outsider POV of JayTim coming out of a year long time loop

say my name - Tim/Red Hood Identity Porn

artemis crock coming to the wrong conclusions - Outsider POV Dick & Jay Misunderstandings

the boy he was before - De-Aged Damian

knockoff bat - Batman!Dick and the Justice League

i totally don't have amnesia - Tim has amnesia

stars and sunlight - Kon’s Mental Health and Good Boyfriend!Tim

multifaceted - Batman/My Little Pony crossover where Jason Todd is actually Spike the Dragon

Jason Todd and his Future, Past, and Present. - Time Travel swap between Red Hood!Jason and Robin!Jay

sick and unwell - Tim character study and sickfic

Cass's Cast - Cass gets her first cast

The Scarer of the Scarers - Scarecrow!Dick Dimension Travels

more than meets the eye - Evan “Buck” Buckley (9-1-1) is Jason Todd

the boy down the street - Tim Drake is Marta Cabrera’s (Knives Out) neighbor

good - Bruce talks to post-Lazarus Jason not knowing he’s him

probability of one - Villain!Bernard, Timber

[CONFIDENTIAL] - Camp Rock/Batman Crossover, Tess/Tim

The Daily Life of Red Hood's Accountant - Lackey's Outsider POV of Red Hood

Help - Tim is overmedicated, Jason finds him ODing

words unsaid - Post-Jason's Death!Bruce time travels and meets Red Hood

Reverse Robins Fanart - Reverse Robins AU

2 to 3 to 5 - Dick Grayson is Peter Parker and Dani Fenton's parent

tomatoes and time loops - Outsider POV of Tim and Damian post time loop

MULTI-CHAP

my boyfriend is… - JayTim Outsider POV (in progress)

all that's left of jason todd - Dialogue Only of Robin!Jason (in progress)

Dicks - Dick’s mind gets split into the six most prominent parts of himself 

Welcome to Gotham! - Dream SMP/Batman Crossover, Benchtrio

Moss & Minnie - Tim and Jason parent interdimensional genderbent kid versions of themselves

sometimes what is, is meant to be - Dean Winchester, Steve Harrington, Stiles Stilinski, Jason Todd, and TommyInnit are HYDRA supersoldiers + Evan Buckley (in progress)

topsy turvy - Batboys dimension travel shenanigans (in progress)

irrevocable - Dick dimension travels to AU where he died instead of Jason (in progress)

you don't want baggage without lifetime guarantees - Lazarus Pit Mad!Jason and Joker Junior!Tim in Arkham Asylum (in progress)

Jason Todd’s Adventures in Dadhood - Parent!Jason, Kid!Cass, Renegade!Dick, Toddler!Damian, Catatonic!Jason, and Joker Junior!Tim (in progress)

F in the Chat - Batfam texting and social media shenanigans (in progress)

SERIES

Sunken Talons in Sallow Skin - Talon!Dick 

Lazarus Mad Dad (Whumptober 2021) - Lazarus Pit Mad!Tim becomes parent to clone babies of him, TimKon

our lives in flux - batfamily role reversal alternate universe. (book 1: Tim and Damian dimension travel, prequel: TaliaBruce and young!Tim and Jason, book 2 and 3: JayTim with amnesiac!Tim)

Bat!Buck - Evan Buckley grows up with Jason in Crime Alley (in progress)

[here-be-hyper-fixations]

I rewrote my drabble “Sanctuary Aftermath” and posted the new version on AO3. It will have three chapters total.