#like if he went to bruce he would just have a honest to god heart attack

[rev-wrath]

All my stars

Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: You take Jason to see the stars.

Info: Fluff, angst at the end. No gendered pronouns are used for Reader, so feel free to imagine whatever you want. 1.4k words.

A gentle breeze makes its way across the property. Soon Jason will be pulled away for his nightly duties, but for now he lays here with you on a blanket on the lawn of Wayne Manor. Your head on his chest, his arm around you. Taking the time to say goodbye to the warm summer season with a picnic before it got too cold for them and classes ate up more time and energy than you’d like. For the day you had already said goodbye to the sun, left with the dark gray and blue mix you knew as the night sky here.

“We should go camping over spring break.” You say softly.

“We could go during a weekend.”

“We could,” You agree, “but I want more time out there.” Rolling over to your stomach, you have a look of softness that makes Jason’s breath stop for a second. “I want to show you the stars. You deserve to see them more than a weekend would give us.”

A warmth fills his own heart, and not for the first time, for a moment you are all Jason knows. You want to go out to the woods outside of the city to show Jason the stars. Something he hadn’t really thought of in a while. Something that didn’t exist here in the polluted city of Gotham. If he was honest, the thought of you just wanting to show Jason the stars because you know this makes him want to cry a little. “We can go camping over spring break. We should go.” There’s a million more words on his tongue but he’s not sure which ones to say, if any of them.

You smile and lean over, placing a kiss between his eyebrows, his eyes fluttering shut.

“I love you, Jason.”

“Love you too.” He says your name with your reverence, like you’re some kind of god. To him, you might be something like that, he thinks as your lips meet.

When Bruce is presented with the idea some months later, his eyebrows crease. “I’ll think about it.”

Jason refused to let up. You had made a joke that Bruce needed a powerpoint presentation or diagrams on large pads of paper to understand. Jason grinned.

Bruce got presented with a powerpoint. Alfred found the whole thing delightful and funny. Everyone knew Bruce did too, it could be seen in his eyes just a little. The butler added his own comment after Bruce spoke, making his allegiance clear.

“Perhaps, Master Bruce, you would also have some personal benefit from a little excursion in the forest. Take time away from your endeavors and from a distance you could keep an eye on the young master and lady while giving them privacy.”

That Bruce could agree to a little more, after a few weeks of Alfred and Jason, along with you once, bringing it up he gave in.

Once break rolls around Alfred sends all of you off with a soft, cheerful smile. Your hushed voices and laughter in the backseat bring a smile to Bruce’s face. Every so often Jason pokes his head into the front to talk directly to his dad. Though at one point he pulls out a book, The Outsiders, reading that. You spend most of that time with your head on his shoulder, a hand wrapped around his arm instead of his hand so that he could still flip pages and hold the book. Eventually you reach your destination. A small walk from the beaten path is a big enough clearing for you two and your activities.

Promising Bruce that you would yell if you needed anything and that yes, the two of you can put the tent up by yourselves and could make a fire. He checked everything one more time before allowing you to split from him. You’d meet back up for dinner together. For now you and Jason take up the task of putting up the tent.

Once you had successfully put up the slightly tilted tent you went to gather firewood, a task that mostly involved you and Jason running around chasing each other, your laughter ringing out in the forest and a quick little stick fight with two incredibly nice, sturdy sticks. Despite that you two quickly gathered decent sticks. By the time Bruce made his way back to your little area Jason already had a fire going. Dinner also meant that night would fall soon and the real reason you are out here could happen.

Long after s’mores and Bruce had left, the sun set, giving way to a gorgeous dark blue sky. You and Jason sit next to each other, tucked into each other’s side, as you watch that sky slowly fill with bright flecks of stars. A grin spreads across your face as you look up, a small gasp draws your attention to Jason. Beautiful, wonderful Jason with wide eyes full of wonder, mouth still stuck in that gasp. The stars are reflected within his eyes, it’s beautiful but your focus is still solely on Jason. There isn’t much you wouldn’t do for Jason to keep that look on his face, to keep feeling that feeling, to experience all the wonderful things he hadn’t yet known. He deserves to see the stars every night, to experience this every single day. You’d have to make every second here count, then find what else you could give to him that’d bring this wonder to him.

Jason ended up deciding to ditch the tent, pulling the sleeping bag out to lay it under the stars. “Thank you,” he whispers, holding you against him. “for taking me out here.”

“Thank you for coming. Maybe we can go up the mountain and look at the stars there.” The view from up there would be even better, something Jason deserved. You had no doubt they could handle such a hike to the nearby mountain and up it. How long you’d be up there is a different question though. Would you spend the night up there?

Jason’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. “The stars are beautiful, but they don’t compare to you.”

You smile and kiss him. “You’re not so bad yourself, handsome. Not bad at all.” Jason kisses you this time, murmuring poetry against your lips.

On the third night Jason grabs your hand, tugging you up. “Dance with me?”

“Of course.” You follow him, one hand in his, the other on his shoulder.

The forest provides its own music with the chirps and trills of the bugs, the rustle of the leaves, and if you really concentrate you could hear the nearby stream.

Jason starts humming as you sway together, pressed against one another. Softly, you join in. You don’t know how long you stayed there, wrapped up in each other as the forest sang. What you did know is that you didn’t want to be anywhere else. A part of you wanted to stay forever, but that wasn’t going to happen.

Under those stars you danced, laughed, and kissed Jason. They were your stage, your backdrop, creating so many sacred moments. Each and every night Jason was enraptured by them, and you by him. Eventually it had to come to an end, you had to go back to Gotham with its smog. You promised each other you would come and see the stars together again.

Death would shatter that promise weeks later as you screamed and cried when Bruce returned with Jason’s corpse, neither of you ever to see the stars again. You’re content to resign yourself to the smoggy gray skies of Gotham, with its artificial yellow and oranges, streaked with all other sorts of colors. The forest and its endless stars could be left with his memory and wonder, away from your glooming grief.

Yet, months later when Jason looks up at the sky with green eyes, he can’t help but to think that this sky is more worthy of your gaze, that you should be here looking out into this speckled canvas. Looking at the stars here Jason can’t help but think of you, who took him to see the stars because no one else had, because you wanted him to, because you thought he deserved it. Jason can’t help but to think even here you are still more beautiful than the stars. Jason can’t help but to think of you as he looks at the stars, after all to him you might as well have hung them.

[flubnuggetpurple]

Dove Cameron’s Alchemical album is so fucking bat coded I feel like a conspiracy theorist.

(This went off the rails at one point, so WARNING: vague mentions of sexual assault and being drugged without consent)

First song: Lethal Woman.

Cass, all over, right? The bridge is “she walks like a saint, floats like an angel, sharp like a knife under the table”

c o m e o n

Second song: Still.

“Man on the screen, they only see whatever you want them to see” and “Supernova self-erasing, hourglass is always draining”

Could be either Tim or Bruce, but I lean toward Tim because of “how dare you, dare me to love you, if you jump I will too” because whenever Tim decides he loves someone, he’s the ride or die, ends of the earth type, even if they don’t even know who he is. A) how and why he became Robin in the first place, B) The Cloning Thing, C) an argument could be made for the Captain Boomerang thing (but now that I think of it, I think I’m mostly basing this off fanon oh well ontotgenextone).

Song Three: Breakfast.

I will admit out the gate that this one’s a reach, so I’m just going to leave Selina here.

Song Four: Sand.

For this I’m thinking Tim or Jason, for different reasons.

For Tim;

“I saw the end when we began, you couldn’t love the way I can, I tried to bargain with the stars, for more than half your heart but you have more pieces of me than the dessert has sand, and I have less pieces of you than I could hold in my hand” and “our love’s misaligned, ‘cause you’re on my mind every night, I stretch out the time, and now I know why.”

I’m just making it obvious I read the Red Robin run, aren’t I?

For Jason:

“What's worse, being wanted but not loved, or loved but not wanted? What's worse, hearing what you wanna hear, or hearing what's honest?” And “What hurts, is the one thing that you wanna do, is the one thing that you shouldn’t do”

Pre-death Jason, but like, right after the Garzonas thing.

Song five: White Glove.

Okay hear me out.

This is part one of the Dick Grayson saga; the persona he shows to the public. This is Richie Wayne. This is every honeypot mission he went on too young, every woman he’s had to seduce for information (it’s one hundred percent happened before don’t fight me) every source of sexual trauma (that one I’m ninety percent sure is canon) that keeps him up at night.

And this guy’s been a vigilante for over twenty years, he can absolutely recognize drugs by sight, smell, and how they feel when he’s too late to notice something slipped in his drink. He’s felt nearly every strain of fear toxin and every one of Ivy’s pollens. If anyone knows their drugs it’s pretty boy Richie Wayne and Robin.

Song six: God’s Game

This one I’m definitely taking some lines out of context, but for Jason, “Just a boy with a man's face, playin' God's game” is when he’s taking over Crime Alley, pit-mad and trigger happy. “I prepare with so much care, I was runnin', it was stunnin', I am desperate from delusions, not much of a solution, never knowin' what the truth is, oh, God” is when hid plans start to fall apart, when Bruce slits his throat with a batarang, when eventually the pit-madness eventually starts to wear off and he realizes what all he did to Tim, who was a child at the time, not to mention Robin.

He nearly became what the Joker was to him to the next Robin, and I feel like at some point that would occur to him.

Song seven: Boyfriend.

(…Admittedly, I don’t think this one has any grounding in canon and if it does, feel free to educate me.)

So, obviously I could mention Kate Kane at this point, but I know basically nothing about her, so instead I’m going to talk about Steph.

So Steph has definitely had some shitty experiences with guys, right? Like, her dad to begin with, but also the guy who got her pregnant (at like fourteen? Maybe I’m just sheltered, but I don’t think anything about that relationship was heathy—again, I haven’t read many of the comics, so correct me if I’m wrong), then Tim, which, I love him as a character, but didn’t he date her in the mask for like, months, and I have some vague recollections of some dickish things he said (i know i know i need to read more comics)—whatever. Men are shitty.

I have a scene in my head. Like, Steph’s in college, at a bar with friends or something, maybe it’s an under cover op, idk, and there’s this girl she’s been lowkey watching all night. She doesn’t quite know why, but she just keeps catching her eye, and okay, it’s not like she’s never questioned her sexuality, she knows Cass. There have been Extensive conversations with Babs on the subject.

Anyway, so at some point, there’s obviously some sort of argument between the girl and the guy she came with and the girl’s crying, and Steph just Can’t Handle That.

She goes up to her, comforts her, makes a new friend, listens to the whole story.

And at some point, she has the thought.

“I could be a better boyfriend than him.”

She doesn’t necessarily do anything about it that night, but now that she’s had the thought, it won’t leave her alone.

Yeah. So. Maybe I’ll write that story later.

Song eight (last song): FRAGILE THINGS.

Dick Grayson part two; So your mentor (dad) just died, leaving you an angry murder child, another one hanging on by a thread after losing eighty percent of his support system, a grieving butler (grandfather), and a mantle the size of the Most Dangerous City in America. Any direction you move is going to hurt someone, and one kid is more likely to snap and murder people than the other, and hey, if you have to be Batman anyway, might as well let your brilliant kid brother be Nightwing, right? Except, whoops, you forgot to mention that last part and now Timmy thinks you just replaced him without telling him and fuck you knew you were forgetting something and now there’s a goddamned imposter Bruce and—

“Love is like a house of fragile things, where hearts can be broken as easy as antiques, and now there’s glass all shattered at my feet, what we built together, you left in smithereens.”

Anyway. This got kind of incoherent (or maybe it was from the start?)

I accidentally added a poll at the bottom and can’t figure out how to remove it, so.

[ao3sbatfamily]

Hi idk if you remember me but hi hello :) I disappeared for a while bc I got hit with a depressive episode and then got my first job (I’m stressed out of my MIND)

Wanted to see if you had any Tim and Damian bonding oneshots?

And idk if self promotion is allowed or not (I totally get if it isn’t) but I wrote a thing about a week ago:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54799255

I knew you'd be back! The blogs gotten bigger, so it might take longer for me to reply. Anyways, I woke up today needing fluff and your fic gave it to me. Thank you.

'Middle Child Problems' by HoneyDewed_LemonDrops

Author: @honeydewedlemons

“You’re a middle child, dipshit,” Jason says when Tim brings it up. Tim just blinks slowly, the way he always does when things take too long to process. “You went from only child, to youngest child, to middle child. And now you don’t know what the fuck to do.”

Jason had never been particularly… genius-y in the sense that most people would know. But, but. He never would’ve made it if he didn’t know people in a way that people didn’t even know themselves. Tim and Bruce, the detectives, could never really do that. Bruce was better at it, somewhat. He could read a case file and build a list of the most probable aspects of personality, but he could never quite understand the way that Jason could.

“Oh my God. You’re fuckin’ jealous,” Jason says, breaking Tim out of his momentary reverie. He waved his form around in Tim’s general direction, and Tim rolled his eyes.

“I’m not jealous,” He insists, but God. “I just- have you seen the way they interact? Neither of us ever got that chance with Dick. It’s not his fault, obviously, but—,” he cuts himself off because. Yeah. He is.

(Restricted) Damian's Duckling by sElkieNight60

Author: @selkienight60

“It seems almost sacrilegious to call you anything other than ‘Timothy,’ Damian mutters to the bird, amused.

Timothy, fluffy and gorgeous, was trapped in a drain when Damian found him outside Gotham Academy on an overcast afternoon. Though he had hunted for the baby duck’s parents for a good thirty minutes, running himself late for Alfred, he had eventually concluded that the parents had left the poor thing behind.

Newly dubbed ‘Timothy’ ignores him, preferring the moistened mixture of food and water Damian has provided.

“Perhaps,” Damian continues, unfurling his legs until they lay prone with the carpet, his back pressed up against the solid bed frame. “That is a secret we can keep between just the two of us, hm?”

Gingerly, he reaches out a finger and begins to stroke the bird. When Timothy doesn’t protest Damian tries with his whole hand. It melts his heart how trusting the duckling is, leaning into the warmth of his palm.

“You are not very much like your namesake,” he comments aloud, running a thumb over soft feathers. “Although, I made… mistakes when I first met Drake, if I am to be honest with you.”

Cupping the bird in one hand and drawing him out of the box, Damian brings him close to his chest.

[coyote-nebula]

strawberry

Stephanie is having a life crisis, and Bruce is there to check on her. He relates to her predicament a lot more than she expects.

Prompt: please tell me it's not blood Word count: 1000 Characters: Stephanie Brown & Bruce Wayne Genre: Emotional Hurt/Comfort

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The granite countertop was fantastically cool under Stephanie’s forehead, but it warmed so fast that she had to keep moving to a new spot. All the thoughts churning in her brain were probably cooking her neurons; she tried to remember if she’d seen any sodas in the Wayne fridge.

Or milk. God, that would be tragic, to make cookies and not have milk— she might have enough time to go down to the fancy twenty-four hour convenience store at the end of the road, but she’d have to go now and probably speed too. Better check.

Stephanie lifted her head and yelped.

Bruce was leaning against the counter, arms crossed, watching her with a half-awake squint.

She tried to push her heart back through her sternum. “B. Can I help you?”

He didn’t react. “Is that blood?”

She glanced down at the container she’d forgotten to lid. “…Uh, yeah. Good catch. I know it totally looks like strawberry puree.”

Bruce hummed. “Have you recently contracted vampirism.”

“No, but a vampire friend recommended it for spicing up my baking, you know? I was thinking about doing some filled cupcakes. Or maybe swirling it in some cake batter. Do you have milk?”

“Yes,” he said, but he went to the refrigerator and looked inside anyway. “Are we out of peanut butter cups.”

Stephanie pictured the empty orange bag she’d stuffed in the trash. “Not… sure? There’s some in the oven.”

“Hn.” He closed the fridge. “Smells good. Cookies? Is there blood in them.”

“No, the straw— the blood is for later.”

“Hn. Are you alright,” he asked. “It’s four a.m.”

The oven timer saved her from having to answer that; she hopped up and took the cookies out— they did smell good— then got two glasses down for milk.

When they were full, she turned around to find Bruce standing over the oven with his eyes closed, sighing into a half-molten cookie.

“How are you not burning the crap out of yourself right now?”

“”S not that hot,” he said, and took another bite. “They’re good. Excellent.”

“Thanks,” she said, trying to keep her preening on the down-low while she hissed through prying half a cookie off the sheet for herself.

She passed him milk. They chewed in silence.

Sugar and carbs combined with crumbled peanut butter chocolate was, as she’d hoped, fortifying.

“You remember when Alfred got fear gassed?” she asked abruptly. “And we found out that after a certain age, you can’t tolerate much of the antidote but it also works better at low doses?”

Bruce’s chewing stuttered. “Yes.”

“So, I had this senior patient at the hospital today who’d been exposed to fear toxin. I was supposed to load her up, just drench her in antidote, so I went to the attending doctor to say ‘hey, I think there’s a mistake here, let’s not give her a stroke.’ She blew me off, so I went to the charge nurse, who also blew me off because I’m a student, right? What the hell do I know— and meanwhile the patient is screaming her lungs out and about to have a heart attack because I have to waste time arguing with people who aren’t listening so I went back and gave her the correct, not insane amount of antidote before she could freaking code and die and then she was perfectly fine! But I charted it like some kind of honest moron and my instructor is pissed—”

“You saved her life,” Bruce said quietly, listening with his arms folded.

Stephanie took half a breath. “I think I’m getting kicked out of the nursing program,” she said, then took a deep breath and let it out. “Actually… I want to quit.”

“You’ve already decided?”

She half-shrugged. “Nursing is great and important and it’s… not for me.” She picked at the other half of the cookie she’d broken. “Leslie thought it would be good because it’s hands-on and it’s a slightly less dangerous form of helping people, and Mom thought so too. But it’s…”

Bruce drained his glass and took another cookie off the sheet while she thought.

“I’m listening,” he said at length, gently even though he didn’t look up from the bite he was about to take.

Stephanie was glad. The illusion of distraction made it easier to think.

“I don’t mind, like… supporting someone else’s problem-solving occasionally,” she said slowly. “But usually, I want to be the one solving the problem, you know?”

Bruce’s mouth twitched. “I can relate, yes.”

“Taking orders from Batman and sometimes even following them is about as much chain of command as I can handle,” she said, watching the good-natured roll of his eyes. “Anyway, maybe I need a day job where I don’t hold lives in my hands.”

Swallowing, Bruce and his thoughtful expression reached for another cookie. “You could bake.”

Stephanie snorted. “Yeah, and have a bakery with evening hours instead of morning hours. I’m sick of not getting my beauty sleep.”

Bruce nodded. “You can borrow the catering kitchen for now.”

For a moment, she didn’t track. “You’re not going to give me a ‘don’t be a quitter’ speech?”

“I work in a quiet office with large windows. Sometimes I nap,” he said, taking another bite and closing his eyes in an expression that, for him, passed for bliss. “I understand.”

Tension Stephanie hadn’t even noticed in herself dissolved. “And… the patient. You think…?”

Bruce looked at her. “I would have done the same,” he said. “I’m proud of you.”

Warm relief filled her chest.

She smiled and glanced around the kitchen, already tidied from the cookie dough and the puree. “Well, no promises that I’ll be a baker instead of a nurse, but I do want to make vampire cupcakes.”

“Sleep first,” Bruce said, wiping his hands. “I’ll hide these.”

She yawned and nudged his arm. “Thanks for being chill.”

“You’re safe,” he said. “I can be chill.”

Stephanie grinned. “It was just strawberry syrup, B. G’night.”

Bruce smirked. “Goodnight, Stephanie.”

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[zatannaroth]

Ｑｕｅ ｔｏｎｔｏｓ ｑｕｅ ｌｏｃｏｓ

ｓｏｍｏｓ ｔｕ ｙ ｙｏ

Time hasn't helped me to forget you

Bruce was walking around his city late at night. He knew he'll be fine. He's Batman for god sakes.

He had just made a huge mistake (that what's he kept telling himself that). He's married with someone else now..not with her anymore. No matter how many years passed it felt like he fell with in love again but not with Selina but...Talia. whenever he had the opportunity to see her.

I still feel the taste of your kisses on my lips

He blinks as he continued walking. This woman had save his life from death. She always save him and their sons from death. That kiss she gave him had an antidote from preventing him dying from the Scorpio poison.

She was trying to save him.

And he kissed her back.

There was a reason why was Damian existed And Jason back from the dead. And that forbidden kissed they had, remember why they loved each other so dearly.

And I don't want to continue like this

Being with her and thinking of you

Bruce grunted a little as he shook his head a little and run his hand though his hair.

"Am I still somewhere in your heart?" She asked him. "You know that answer to that question." He replied back.

Talia nodded softly as she place her head against his. Taking a moment to enjoy what they only had left. He let her warmth against his. Knowing once they thought this was forever and no one could come between them. She was the one who pulled away first as he only watch her faced the wall for a moment. Letting her have a moment to regain her control.

"You were always my passion." she said as she clearled her throat a little.

"And you were always my weakness." He didn't hesitate saying back.

Bruce knew that Talia was always his first actual love. Selina was great but she always played a game with him and Talia always wanted to save him.

How stupid, how crazy,

Being with others but loving each other

He was sitting on the bench looking up at the night sky. And then back down on his hand looking at his wedding ring. But this wedding ring was from the first marriage, the current ring was in his pocket because soon enough when he has to go back home and he'll have to put it on...but right now he still want to believe that he was still with Talia, that Talia was his current wife.

"It was hard seeing you saying your vows to a different woman Because those words of yours use to be mine." Talia admitted. Bruce feeling his heart stung when she said those. If he was going to be honest with himself. It was difficult to say I Do to Selina when Talia was there at wedding for Damian sake.

The honeymoon wasn't great for him, personally. Selina suggested to go to Paris. But Bruce immediately rejected it as he knew fully well that was only for him and her. Making love to Selina was different to him. sure, this wasn't the first time that they slept together but all he could think about Talia. They way she was say his name as it was a siren song or the way she grip softly to his hair or back. Her body was like a forbidden lust that he always crave and oh how she wore the gorgeous moonlight from Paris like lingerie.

What fools

Bruce was on the his batcomputer doing some cases work in hoping to distract himself and pray that Talia scent would already be gone by now. But then heard the someone coming down the Batcave. He didn't have to check who it was when he already knew it was Selina. She came down and went to sat on his lap. Bruce had no choice but to wrap an arm around her. He couldn't neglect her but he didn't wanted to be with her right now.

"I heard that you got poison by a Scorpio" Selina told him.

He only nods.

"How did you heal?" she asked him.

"A help from a close friend."

"Oh? And what did they d-"

"I'm going for a walk, Selina."

He got up and walked out of the Batcave leaving his wife all alone and confused."

[posttexasstressdisorder]

And a touching word from Bob Lefsetz:

https://lefsetz.com/wordpress/2023/12/12/jeffrey-foskett/

"

Jeffrey Foskett

He was a really good guy. And I’m not just saying that because he died.

I knew who Jeffrey was before I knew him. He was the guy on stage with Brian Wilson, the one hitting the high notes, the one who turned his big red guitar around during the show so we could see where it was painted “Smile.”

But I don’t remember exactly how we met. Maybe over e-mail. I could comb the archives but I don’t want to, I’m too creeped out that he died.

He was sick. Diagnosed and originally treated in the Bay Area he went to MD Anderson in Houston and they kept him alive, year after year. He’d check in on a regular basis, apropos of nothing. Tell me he was getting treatment, asking how I was and really wanting to know.

Before that we’d connect at shows. I remember when he took me to meet Brian on the tour bus. Prepping me regarding what to expect.

And the last time I saw him was with Mike Love, a few years back at the Vilar in Beaver Creek. He introduced me to Mike Love and Bruce Johnston and we all had a very interesting hang in the dressing room.

And Jeffrey was not a typical musician, he was clean, and always was, no dope and no drink. And a believer, as in religion. But you wouldn’t know all this if he didn’t tell you. And he’d had bariatric surgery, he used to weigh over 300 pounds, he’d reference this now and again. That was the funny thing about Jeffrey, he held nothing back, either about himself or those around him. He would testify not in a gossipy way, but an honest way, as if you were buddies since second grade.

And then he had to go off the road, because of his treatment, but then he went back out, even though he could no longer sing.

Let’s see…

Jeffrey checked in on February 11th, and that was the subject of his e-mail, “Checking in”.

And then again on March 3rd. 

And on March 20th he said:

“I am praying for your health. Interestingly, my pre infusion drugs are Tylenol, Benadryl and Pepcid. Benadryl must be the key to no nausea.

I hope your pemphigus is under control and that you are comfortable.

Thank You for supplying me with interesting reading in the LL.

Stay Healthy. God Bless You

Jeffrey”

And on June 20th:

“Just checking in after reading ‘The Infusion’. Is your pemphigus at least under control to where you are comfortable to sleep, walk, drive, etc.?

I am doing great. For me, there is no better place than MD A. They are keeping me thriving

I’m still praying for you my friend

Love and Blessings – Jeffrey”

And on July 24th, regarding antisemitism:

“Hi Bob,

I am a Stone Christian. Jesus Christ is my Lord and Savior. Are these emails for real? I am so thoroughly disgusted that I want to crawl into a hole. From our private email exchanges, You know that I pray for you and your ongoing health situation on a daily basis. The person that wrote this garbage is a stain to all of humanity. On one hand I am grateful that you published them on the other, it literally sickens me. What happened to the world? I guess I have been so caught up in healing that I have ignored other truly important aspects of my surrounds.

I am sorry for the personal attacks on you and your Religion. It is disgraceful. My heart literally hurts

God Bless You – Jeffrey”

Where do you find friends like that? Believe me, they’re rare. And when one is that genuine, thinking of you, regularly checking in, you have an ethereal bond that goes beyond regular friendship.

When I heard of Jeffrey’s passing I thought I’d heard from him more recently, in October or so, I was surprised to find his last missive was in July. Which makes me think he had a rough time of it. And one thing they don’t tell you about cancer is it’s painful. But Jeffrey had such belief in MD Anderson that he convinced me, after years of treatment on a regular basis, that he’d be here for years to come.

But he’s not.

And many people have no idea who Jeffrey Foskett is. But those he touched, they’ll never forget him, because he was genuine, because he was a good guy. Fake was not in his bones.

What angers me most is he can’t read this, he can’t know how much he meant to me, how he touched me. 

I don’t know what to do with this empty feeling. My contemporaries are dying on a regular basis. It used to be a rare event, usually through misadventure, but now… You can’t metabolize these passings. Some before their time, like Jeffrey, at 67, others like Christine McVie, who didn’t make it to 80, never mind Jeff Beck. And then Ryan O’Neal. We bonded over having CML. He was a funny guy, he lived in the present, if he brought up the past it was like you’d been there together. He was honest about his son, he had to show me his Tesla Model X, and now he’s gone at 82. That might seem old to some, but if you’re a boomer, if you’re past Medicare age, that’s scary. You count on those years, you think you’ll be active until sometime shy of 90, and then you won’t be so great, but you’ll continue to enjoy TV and a good meal and music, if you can still hear. We keep pushing finality into the distance, But one by one team members are falling by the wayside. They might be gone, but their legend lives on, even if they were not famous.

So if you’ve been to a Brian Wilson show, if you’ve seen the Beach Boys in the past decade, you experienced Jeffrey Foskett. He was the glue that held it all together. The utility man who provided what the legends no longer could. And he didn’t want notice, he was glad to be the midwife for some of the greatest music of all time.

Yes, first and foremost Jeffrey Foskett was a Beach Boys fan. The fact that he got to play with his idols?

You can’t ask for much more than that.

He was cut down before his time, but he exceeded his dream.

May he live in an endless summer ever after."

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[stoptellinglieslois]

Principal of pleasure part 27

Clark and Damian have conversations outside in the Wayne garden And it does not go well.

Superman x Nightwing pairing

Clark

"Please Dick I'll talk to you after." Dick opened the secret door of the washroom and gave me one last look and left.

I walked out of the washroom and Damian leaned on the wall and turned his head toward me. "We could go into the garden and walk and talk." We walked past the dinning room I looked in the direction of where Dick was he looked at me briefly and looked away.

We went outside to the garden and we walked away from the manor.

We walked in silence so I decided to start the conversation. "You are very bold for saying that in front of your family, We're you going to tell them all of that during dinner throw Dick under the bus do you know how bad it could have went down because your choice of words." I told him I was calm when I told him this.

"I wish I did tell everyone but Barbrara would be in too much pain you don't feel sorry for what you're doing." Damian stops walking and turn to me.

"I do feel sorry for what I'm doing because I will hurt a lot of people, I don't need your help or need a push from you." I said I also stop walking the green path of the lush garden.

"You are Superman I would think your moral would be on point and unshaken, And this is what I encounter a miserable sorry man who cheats on his family." Damian huffed out.

"Yes I'm Superman but I am not miserable and refuse to take this from a man child how murders people for a living. And a boost about it. The sole purpose of my life is to throw your kind under the jail." I didn't want to have this conversation with a kid but I rather him then Bruce or Lois.

"Those men I killed if you knew what they were doing when they were alive you wouldn't bat an eye about killing them yourself." He told me truthfully.

"Please stay out of my affair Damian." I was getting tired of this back and forth from him.

"Dick is my affair he's an idiot and fool but he's my fool and I can't have you destroy him. for sex and pleasure to fill your own desire and needs that is not what I want for my kin not going in this path with you god I'm your son friend." He was being genuine when with me I knew he wanted me to stop this with Dick but I couldn't just stop my feelings.

"I need more time."

"For what."

"To put myself together and find an exit out of my marriage."

"That's what they all say and never do anything about it hurting the other person, You will break my brother's heart you will cast him out and he will be doomed." Pointing accusatory finger at me.

"Unlike most I'm being honest with what I'm saying and I want an exit from Lois" I said in my defence.

"That's something I would like to see the sooner the better, He's innocent Clark he's not like me I get we're your coming from I've seen men like you before the only thing is they have two face's I'm not getting that from you but your living two lives and I don't want you to feel at ease with Dick." He said watching me, His expression of sheer dismissive attitude of not letting this go.

"I love Dick I won't hurt him I've told him that."

"Now you need to tell your wife this."

"Damian don't black male me do you get me."

"I don't need to do that You're already putting yourself in a knot already."

"I can't believe I'm having this type of conversation with a kid."

""Better me then Bruce or Lois."

I turned and pace as I pace I saw Jon from far coming down the trail of the garden. "Jon is coming please don't say anything to him Damian." I held Damian tightly grasping his arms shaking him a little urging him not to spill any beans.

"Then promise me this tell Lois I won't hold anything against you. Superman you have done nothing at this point but lie if you tell the truth I you won't tell anyone but you will do it for Dick and you will earn more then whatever it is that Dick deserves." Damian's expression was sad and suddenly grabbed my face with both hands.

"If you so called care for him Clark Joseph Kent you will promise me this and not be dictated by the principal of pleasure." He didn't release my face when Jon arrived.

"Hey what's going on." Jon said he came to my side pressing his small digits on my bicep.

"Jon gives us a sec ok and I'll come inside the house I just need to talk to your dad." Jon looked at Damian and shook his head. "Why?" Jon didn't want to play the fool either.

"Come on let's all go inside."

"Jon."

Jon came in between me and broke Damian hold on my face.

"Let's go." He held out his hand to Damian Jon was jealous I knew all to well his crush on Damian he didn't hide it well.

Damian stared at Jon and walked away from both of us but not walking towards the manor. "Where are you going." Jon shouted after him.

"I'm going after him."

"No Jon he needs to be alone for awhile let's go inside like you said." We walked down the green path of the garden.

And I knew once I leave this place I would have to honour Damian's promise.

End of part 27 next is part 28

Thank you for reading

[michelleleewise]

Frozen Hearts

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: maybe, self esteem issues, mentions of injury, self deprecating thoughts.

Summary: after your mission with Loki, you start growing closer

Part 9-

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Thankfully Natasha came and picked you both up the next day, thank God because that couch hurt. You went to see Bruce to make sure your wound was ok and check your head, apparently you were mildly concussed, but luckily Loki's stitch work was so well it didn't need be redone. You went and showered, grabbing some pain killers you decided to lay down for a bit when you heard someone knock. "Come in." You said sitting on your bed. Loki walked in carrying a plate and some water. "I wasn't sure if you had eaten, so I brought you something." He said handing you the plate. "Thank you Loki." You smiled up at him.

You watched him fidget a bit as he looked around your room. Was he nervous? "Hey, did you want to watch a movie with me?" You asked leaning back against the headboard. "I don't want to impose." He said looking at you. "You aren't, come on." You said patting the other side of the bed. You saw him smile as he went to the other side. You turned the TV on looking for a movie when you caught site of his socks, dark green with little snakes on them. You threw the remote aside and crawled down to his feet.

"Y/n, what are you doing?" He asked looking at you. "These are so adorable!" You said touching his foot. "They are socks y/n." He said giving you a funny look. "Yeah, with tiny snakes on them." You said as you grazed the bottom of his foot, seeing it twitch. You looked up at him, seeing his eyes go wide. "Hold up, are you ticklish?" You asked leaning back. "Absolutely not, you just surprised me is all." He said clearing his throat. "Oh, I think you are." You said moving toward his foot again. He tried to retract his foot but you grabbed his ankle, your fingers moving towards his foot. "do you know how many people I've killed for touching me?" He asked glaring at you. "It's a good day to die." You winked digging your fingers in.

You saw his face turn red as he tried to remain stern, until your fingers dig into his other foot and it was over. As he sat there laughing trying to get his feet away from you you realized you loved his laugh, the smile on his face, the way his nose scrunched as he tried to fight you off. You relented looking at him as he caught his breath. "You are lucky you have a concussion little mortal, now come sit down." He said sternly and you did as he said. Resuming your spot grabbing the remote he leaned over "if you tell anyone of this, I'll stab you." He whispered. You tilted your head to look at him, his face was inches from yours and it made your heart speed up a bit. You smiled "I believe you." You whispered as he leaned back smiling.

As the weeks went on, you grew closer. When he was in the kitchen you'd come up next to him, poking him in the side seeing him jump, he would always smile as he threatened to stab you, he had yet to fulfill that promise. He started spending more time in the common room, wherever you were, he wasn't far behind. But if your were being honest you loved it. The stories he told you about the places he'd been, his life as a prince, spending time with his mother, you always found yourself hugging him when he talked about her, you knew it was hard for him losing her, and you always tried to comfort him as best you could.

One night you couldn't sleep as your dreams tormented you. Rolling over seeing it was two in the morning you sighed and went to the kitchen hoping some tea may help. You sat on the couch in the dark of the common room as you heard someone sneak in. "Lady y/n, are you ok?" Thor asked looking at you. "Yes, couldn't sleep, what are you doing." You asked raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh, I am returning from a date with my lovely Bambi." He said smiling. "I never thought I would find someone like her, she is incredible." He sighed. "I'm really happy for you Thor." You said looking down. "Well goodnight y/n, I hope you sleep better." He said nodding his head. "Night Thor." You said as he left.

You sat in the silence, wondering if Loki had another woman over. You hadn't seem anyone for a few weeks now but the thought still hurt. As the two of you had grown closer you felt that you had seen a side of him not many had. When he spoke of his mother's gardens, his childhood playing with Thor. You hadn't shared much about yourself, small things here and there. You only wished for there to be more between you, to tell him how you felt. You had been trying to work up the courage to ask him to the party Tony was throwing in a few days, but why would someone like him want someone like you when he could have anyone he wanted and you were, well you.

You sighed as you heard someone else come in. You watched as Loki walked through running a hand through his hair, shirtless in just his sweat pants, making his way to the kitchen. He hadn't noticed you, so you watched silently as he sat two water bottles on the counter and started rummaging through the cabinets, so he did have a guest. You thought looking down as your heart sank. you felt stupid for getting your hopes up. You were about to leave when you heard him "y/n, everything ok?" He asked looking at you. "Ummm, yeah. Just couldn't sleep." You said looking down.

You got up putting your cup in the sink and started to leave when you felt his hand on your arm, turning your towards him "you know you can't lie to me y/n, what's wrong." He asked looking at you. "Nothings wrong Loki. I'm just stupid is all." You said fidgeting with your hands. "Never say that again. You are not." He said crossing his arms. "Why are you feeling like this. Did someone do something?" He asked leaning on the counter. "No, it's just, I wanted to ask you.." you started when you heard a woman calling him from the hallway. Your head shot up as you looked to the hall, seeing a tall blonde woman wearing his shirt and nothing else. "I'll be there in a moment." You heard him say as you watched her leave, fighting the tears in your in your eyes "Goodnight Loki." You said trying to get out of the kitchen as fast as possible. "Y/n wait. Please, ask me what?" He asked again. You looked at him, you knew your eyes were red but you couldn't stop it, you saw what looked like realization cross his face. "Nevermind, it's nothing. night." You smiled and headed to your room.

You sat on your bed, mad at yourself for believing you two could be anything more then friends. He could have woman like her, there was no competing with them. You sighed lieing down. You couldn't even be mad, it wasn't his fault how you felt. How your innocent crush turned into this. You weren't even sure when it happened. "Maybe some distance will help." You said to yourself, hoping if you stayed away from him your feelings would lessen. You didn't want to ruin your friendship over your stupidity. So you decided to distance yourself, keep to yourself, put the wall back up. It would be better for you both in the end wouldn't it?

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[lokisprettygirl]

Hear me now (Jotun Loki x Female Reader AU) (18+)

Read chapter 6 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 7

Summary : You are all set to help Bluey escape but will you be successful?

Warning : Physical Torture

Next day you couldn't go to work early since Rogers, Tony Stark and his father Howard Stark, who is the senator of New York, came to visit Bluey. Your heart was breaking every second that they would hurt him badly and do something horrible to him again like they always do, but Bruce was there and you hoped that he'd pacify the situation but as soon as you heard his cries you knew Bruce didn't have much authority here like he said.

"Look alive, you look as if someone has died" Nat told you while you both cleaned the corridor that led to the restricted chamber. You heard Bluey's growling from the distance, that's how loud he was screaming

"How am I supposed to do that Nat? They are hurting him for no reason" you wiped your tears quickly before somebody would see you.

"At Least he heals quickly" she told you and you nodded.

You heard the metal door of the chamber whirring so you straightened yourself up, Tony Stark, his father and Rogers passed by you two

"You both..go clean that chamber" Rogers didn't even look at you two as he said that. You're just lowlife servants to him.

You both went to the staff room and grabbed the cleaning supplies needed for the chamber, you also took the eggs that you brought for him to eat and made your way to the chamber, Doctor Banner was in there too. As soon as Bluey looked at you, he whimpered and he was trying to get to you but the shackles didn't allow him to do so you quickly ran towards him and hugged him tightly, he was so scared and hurt, you just wanted him to feel safe again.

"Hey Bluey, hey are you okay?" You looked at his body but he wasn't bleeding, you sat down on the edge of the pool and he instantly hid himself on your lap so you caressed his scalp with your fingers

"What did they do to him?" You asked Bruce and his eyes teared up

"They wanted to see how he'd respond to electric shocks and heat, well shocks he can handle but not the heat, Stark is building a suit that'd keep him cool all the time while he's out there doing their dirty work" your jaw clenched as you felt so furious. If you had a free kill pass you wouldn't hesitate to kill Rogers and Stark.

Nat was frozen in her spot and staring at you but mainly Bluey, she seemed all wide eyed and was dumbfounded

"Umm can you please clean up quickly?" Bruce asked her and she snapped out of her thoughts

"Oh yes absolutely. I just.. Oh my god he is beautiful..I woow" you looked at her shocked expression, she actually was expecting to see a blue gorilla in here to be honest.

She started to clean and you noticed Bruce's eyes on her. You didn't know what the look meant but he was thinking about something

You looked down and Bluey was shaking slightly, holding onto you as tightly as he could, he didn't want Rogers to come back and hurt him more

"Did you arrange for a freezer?" Bruce asked you and you shook your head as you sighed

"Phil said he'd talk to an old friend of his in the meat business and we might get it in two days" Bruce nodded when he heard that, Doctor Strange would get here in a few days and he had to get the blue man out of here before that. And you needed the freezer to keep him alive, without that Bluey would be a toast, literally.

"Okay I am writing you a check to assist you financially, for the freezer and his diet as well while he would stay with you during the summer" you smiled as he said that

"Thank you, that would be great" you were in no position to deny the financial help. Pride had to take a back seat if you wanted to save Bluey from those monsters.

"After cleaning, I mean, you know.. please get out of here" he told you and you nodded

"Natasha, can I talk to you about something?" Bruce asked her and she nodded as well so he took her along with him. When the metal door closed behind them you put your attention back onto the man hiding in your lap. Why would they torture someone so cruelly, what kind of people would do that to someone? How heartless are they?

"Hey Bluey you are okay, you are okay I promise " you caressed the marks on his back and he purred then he looked up at you, that's when you noticed that his eyes were teary, and it shattered you, you have known him for a mere week, even less but for some reason you felt so deeply connected to him as if you have known him for years.

"I am sorry I am so sorry ..I am soo so sorry Bluey" you started sobbing yourself as you couldn't hold it anymore, these bastards stole everything from him. His identity, his home, they brought him here and now they were inflicting all this pain on him just because he was different from them.

He hissed and got upset as you started crying, he was trying to say something but words didn't come to his lips, what was he supposed to say and how? He didn't know how to make you feel better, but he knew you felt hurt and sad because he saw those watery eyes of yours, he gets water in his eyes too when he's hurt or in pain.

He sat down on the edge and wrapped his arms around you, placing his forehead down on yours he wiped your tears with his fingers, you closed your eyes as you felt the touch. Then he placed his hands between the locks of your hair and started to scratch softly all over your scalp, just the way you do it for him. He figured that he enjoyed it so much then you must too.

He was so close to you, he smelled like lavender and roses, for a man in prison and chains it with no proper amenities it felt illegal for him to smell so divine. The scent of roses always attracted you ever since you started to remember your life and in that very instant you fell for him even more, but he was so innocent, so unaware of such feelings, you can't do this to him.

You pulled away after a while because the urge to kiss him was getting stronger by the second. You smiled as you looked at him and he tilted his head

"Thank you Bluey, you're the best you know that?" You mumbled softly and caressed his cheeks to return the sweet gesture of him comforting you

"Just three more days, today, tomorrow and Friday, I'll take you with me on Saturday okay?" You tried to use hand gestures to get your point across hoping that he'd understand that

"Hoooo" he made a noise as he breathed sharply, he was excited and that made you so happy,

"You want to come with me? To my home?" You pointed towards yourself and then you made a hut shape with your hands "My home" then you linked your fingers with his "Me and you, together" you mumbled and he nodded excitedly

"We will live together okay? I'll feed you, take care of you and I won't let anyone hurt you again I promise" you told him and his eyes softened, he definitely wanted to live with you, he placed his head down on your shoulder and thought about what you just said.

He wanted to go with you and be with you, so you could touch him like this all the time, so he could do the same to you because he really wanted to return the favor and he just wanted to stay close to his special friend.

He was your special friend, he hoped that he was, he didn't want to be just Phil, Phil was just a friend, Bluey thought of himself as special.

"I brought eggs for you again, Bruce said your body is built to consume high protein diet, I know you don't understand half of the things I say to you but I ..I still feel heard by you, it's so crazy, maybe it's the way you look at me with those pretty eyes of yours..what are you Bluey? Who are you my sweet sweet bluey?" he purred as you rubbed the marks on his cheeks and the mentions of his name fell out of your lips with such tenderness

"Blloooo booey" you gasped as he said that. He was trying to speak. You couldn't believe it, he was actually trying to say his name.

"That's your name Bluey, bloooooey, yes that's your name" you squealed as you pointed towards him and he got so bashful, he shook his head before he placed his head down on your shoulder again to hide himself from blushing. You wished you didn't have to leave but it was not possible

"I have to go now, okay? I'll see you tomorrow" you told him and he mewled softly. He hated the word tomorrow with passion, that and Rogers and Sundays

"Just three more days, two now actually, and I'll take you with me" you smiled as you gestured every number with your fingers, you were trying to teach him words and numbers as best as you could, you stepped down from the edge to walk towards your cart so you could give him the eggs you brought, your breath hitched as he grabbed your arm and didn't allow you to leave. As much as you wanted to stay you couldn't. You turned around to look at him

"Heyyy I have to go okay? If I won't I get in Trouble..we will get hurt Bluey" he growled as you said that and he let go of your hand instantly. He would never want you to get hurt.

For the next two days you continued to see Bluey, Phil graciously arranged the freezer for you, you hoped Bluey would feel comfortable in it. You placed it right next to your bed so he wouldn't feel alone. Honestly you had no idea what you were supposed to do, but Bruce had a plan.

He told Natasha to clock both of you out when your shift would end on Saturday so you will have to give her your attendance card, then he would get the powers down in the facility by bombing the main circuit board, you didn't want to ask why he even had a bomb, that wasn't your business.

You'd have five minutes to sneak Bluey out from the chamber before the emergency power generator would turn on automatically, the chamber had a tunnel that lead straight to the back exit where there was no security for some reason, all the cameras won't work because of power cut and you wouldn't get any other chance to do it except those crucial five minute. This was your one and only chance to free him, Phil would be waiting for you two at the back exit.

Once you get him out Natasha will have to cut the chains with the electric saw. Bruce has already given her one to make it look as if it was planned by someone outside the facility, he didn't want them to get suspicious about it being an inside job.

He was planning to blame this on Oscorp Industries. They were the leading industry competing with Stark Industries and hence the motive would be there.

However as easy as it seemed on paper you knew executing the plan would be hard and there was a chance you might get caught but you had to take the risk to save Bluey. The doctor that's coming next week would destroy him and turn him into a monster, you can't allow them to do that to your adorable innocent Bluey.

Saturday morning you woke up and decided to see Phil before you left for work

"Okay so this is it, I'm going to do this, we are going to do this, okayy wooh" you took a deep breath and Phil smiled

"You can still back out you know" he told you and you shook your head

"Noooo I'm not allowing him to suffer for one more day, if I have ever done anything right in my life the plan would go accordingly and we will be okay, he'll be here by the end of the day ..right?" Your eyes teared up and he nodded

"Let's bring him here"

You reached the facility with a strong determination and hope that everything would turn out just fine.

And for once in your life you weren't wrong about getting what you wanted.

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[spockiguess]

Come and See Pt. 2 || Riddlebat

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings: Smut

Pairing: Edward Nashton x Bruce Wayne

Notes: I’m gonna be straight honest with y’all, by the time I was finishing this fic, I wanted to rip my hair out because of how long it was taking. I have like four more parts in store, but holy shit, I am not going to be writing any riddlebat for like the next couple of weeks. 

Also, this was my first time writing aftercare and sort of fluff? Like, it’s fluff at the end if you really squint and tilt your head to the side. Anyway, I’m going to be writing a Louis Ives (Louisa) fic that’s gonna be super fluffy and shit because I crave it fr. Oh, also, I’ll probably be making an Eli Sunday or Joby fic soon, but idk yet. 

P.S. If this isn’t as good of quality as my previous fic, it’s because I only edited it once and couldn’t find the will to read over ten pages, so if there are any mistakes, message me. Thanks, much love, xxoo

Perched upon a menacing gargoyle was The Bat, the Dark Knight, Vengeance, a force of justice that took many names but stood unwavering in its convictions, until tonight, however. 

Rain battered against the hard metal of Bruce’s suit, echoing in the caves of his ears, almost drowning out the never-ending noise of Gotham. People walked below him, entirely unaware of his presence as they left the Iceberg Lounge. 

Usually, that would be Bruce’s reason for stalking this part of town so late at night, to catch criminals in the act, protect people caught up in the Iceberg Lounge's messy politics, and enact vengeance. 

Tonight, though, Bruce had a different mission, and he was staring at it through a musty window caked with mold and mildew. Bruce’s heart hammered, threatening to rise in his throat and cause these confusing emotions to spill out of him onto the pot-hole-filled street below. 

Deep down, Bruce knew this was wrong. Bruce knew that if he were to open that window and cross that threshold, act on what he set out to do tonight, he’d never recover. He would’ve permanently shifted his morals and turned a cheek to violence and chaos because of his own perverted desires, but, oddly enough, this excited Bruce. 

For some reason, ever since he was a kid, he always loved to do wrong, in a reasonable capacity, of course. Bruce could never imagine murdering someone or selling drugs, nothing illegal either, but something scandalous. 

Bruce remembers the first time he did something like that; he went to some shady club on the outskirts of Gotham clad in ragged jeans and a black hoodie, ready for action. All Bruce wanted that night was someone to play with, and he got exactly that in the then Gotham Treasurer’s son, Adam Banks. 

Adam Banks was a notorious ladies' man, having slept with almost every young debutante in the grimy city of Gotham. Still, Bruce had heard rumors of Adam Banks’s closeted sexuality and how he paraded around with these girls to appease his staunchly conservative father, Al Banks. 

When they had hooked up later that night and Bruce watched as Adam hastily threw his clothes on and wagged a warning finger at Bruce, he felt satisfied for the first time in his life. Bruce had always followed the rules to a T, and who would it hurt if he broke them just this once, right?

Bruce Wayne, the face of everything Gotham stood for, and Adam Banks, Gotham’s go-to bachelor hooking up in some seedy nightclub, high on God knows what? Oh, the horror. 

Tonight was different from some ultimately harmless fling, though. Bruce was considering sleeping with one of Gotham’s most dangerous terrorists that no one knew the true identity of, sharing a bed with someone who had killed countless elites, although Bruce could care less about the well-being of most of The Riddler’s victims. If he were to do this and have the Gotham PD question him on the Riddler’s identity in the future, he could lie about not knowing it and feel that familiar guilt in his gut, or he could reveal it and lead to a whole shitstorm of possibilities. 

This line of thinking was killing his boner, so Bruce steeled himself before grabbing his grappling hook and sinking its claws into the bricks of Nashton’s complex. 

Edward Nashton laid on his rumpled bed, pumping his cock and moaning the Batman’s name into his yellowed pillow, rocking his hips in time with his hand. Precum leaked from the head of Edward’s cock, coating his hand and dick in a slick that made the glide that much smoother. 

Something clatters from outside Edward’s bedroom, leaving him frozen and waiting on the bed, straining his ears and listening for any more noise.

A deep rumble sounds out through the small apartment, “Nashton.” Edward perks up, knowing that gruff cadence anywhere. He can’t help the gush of pre that spills out of him before he clambers up and out of bed, tugging a pair of pants and sliding his glasses on. 

This meeting was the moment Edward had been waiting for, ever since he first laid his eyes on the Bat. He remembers the day so vividly. 

Batman was fresh, and people were almost sure he wasn’t to be trusted, but Edward knew better. He watched news broadcasts with a feverish intensity, jerking off to the videos and pictures of the Dark Knight in action, watching this almost biblical force wipe out waves of common filth that polluted the city.

Edward knew that Batman could help him–would help him. He wouldn’t toss Edward aside as everyone else has. The Bat would hear Edward’s plight, and they would join forces to help rid the city of the toxicity it seemed to be drowning in. 

The night Edward saw him in person, he was walking home, groceries in hand, and as he turned the corner, there he was, The Batman. Batman was pummeling a group of poor thugs with animalistic grunts and near-deadly punches when Edward caught sight. Everything changed. Edward wasn’t alone anymore; he had Batman; he had someone fighting his fight, too. 

When Edward opens the door, all he’s met with is his usual messy surroundings. Sloppy white question marks, countless papers littering the floor, and the dim green light emanating from his kitchen, to say Edward was disappointed is an understatement. 

“And to think I got all excited.” Edward met one of his peeling walls with a crushing thud, feeling a solid brace against his neck and a large hand already trapping both of his own. 

Arousal flooded Edward’s body, and a healthy dose of surprise as he concluded the Bat had really come to see him. Of course, Batman wouldn’t just leave himself exposed in the middle of his apartment, out in the open and for everyone to see; Edward was stupid to think that. 

“Oh, there you are.” Edward giggled before the brace against the back of his neck pushed harder, barely allowing any air to pass through his throat. 

Edward breathlessly asked, “I’m assuming you saw my tape?” Batman grunted out an affirmation, leaning in closer, nuzzling into Nashton’s soft hair. 

Edward’s erection pressed painfully hard against the wall and strained further at the knowledge that Batman had watched his tape, something he put so much love and consideration into, a proper love letter. 

Silence eerily drifted in the stale air, “Are you gonna arrest me–” 

“You are an exception. This is an exception.” Batman pulled off Edward, leaving him to drop to the floor and suck in a breath to ward away the lightheaded feeling that had begun to consume him. 

Nashton smiled, looking up at the Bat, “You don’t know how special that makes me feel.” He giggled again, abruptly stopping as Batman turned around with a swing of his cape, masking himself in darkness as he stalked the small living space.

Edward’s body was tense and alight with an emotion he hadn’t felt in ages, and he loved it. He loved the rush Batman provided– the unease he instilled with a solemn stare that penetrated the deepest parts of your soul and the force he exerted in every step, punch, and kick. 

“So, did you like it? Did you like seeing me all spread out for you? I’ll admit, it was exhilarating knowing you’d watch it, even if you hated every second of it. You have to make sure, don’t you?” The Bat looked at the mousy man from over his shoulder, with no emotion on his face. 

Edward was determined to get a rise out of Batman through any means necessary, so he got on all fours and crawled over to the looming figure, arching his back the entire way. 

Once he approached the Bat, he looked up at him through long lashes, trying his best to look as innocent as possible while he traced his hand up the rough fabric of Batman’s pants. 

“What’s with the silent treatment, Bats? Having second thoughts?” Batman flung Edward’s bedroom door open, a cocky look on his face as he sauntered into the mess of dirty clothes and unintelligible scrawling. 

Batman’s utter silence put Edward on edge, if he were being honest. He couldn’t tell what his next move was or get a read on what might be going through his head. Usually, Edward could read a person like an open book, having learned to do so after years of abuse and mistreatment. Eventually, you see the little, almost imperceptible signs. 

Batman’s heavy steps echoed in the mostly empty room as Edward rushed to get up, embarrassed at his ignored advance. 

“God, you’re fucking filthy, Nashton.” The harsh words sent a tingle down Edward’s spine, and finally, the Bat spoke. 

Edward tried to sneak up on him, but Batman caught him before he even stepped into the man’s bubble. Batman’s hand closed around his throat, squeezing just enough to make the edges of his vision go dark. 

“But you love it.” Edward giggled again as Batman threw him onto the unmade bed. Batman stepped in front of the large window at the end of it, silhouetted by the neon lights of Gotham. 

“Maybe.” Batman inched closer, “That little homemade video was fucking disgusting.” Another inch, “Where’d you learn to be such a whore?” 

Edward answered honestly, “Cam Girls. They’re really helpful if you tip enough.” Batman rolled his eyes, his guard dropping by the minute. 

“Did they teach you how to shut up?” Batman grabbed Edward’s ankles, yanking him down the length of the bed until his crotch perfectly aligned with Batman’s. Nashton lolled his head back, loving the friction against his cock. 

“The opposite, really. They told me to be as loud as possible.” Edward grinned menacingly, leaning up and snaking his arm around Batman’s neck. 

“You’re lucky you aren’t butt-fucking ugly, Nashton.” Nashton’s heart fluttered. 

“So you think I’m cute?” Batman gave a noncommittal shrug as he pulled Edward’s shirt off, running his hands across the plush skin, tweaking Edward’s nipples. 

Nashton moaned, he had always been sensitive, and by the looks of it, Batman had just figured that out, pinching his pink nipples harder, twisting and tugging. 

The coarse fabric of Batman’s gloves gave an intoxicating feeling of pain that mixed with his pleasure, and Edward rutted his hips into Batman’s in hopes to relieve some of the tension, causing Batman to press his arm into Edward’s soft hips and ground him to the bed. 

Batman gave a wicked smile, “Jesus, you really want this, don’t you, Ed?” Edward squirmed at the nickname, feeling his plump cheeks redden and the tips of his ears heat up. Edward nodded, biting his lip and whining as Batman continued to toy with his nipples, using the other hand to keep him firmly in place. 

Batman leaned in close to Edward’s ear, mere centimeters away, “I wanna hear you beg for it, Eddy.” 

Nashton’s brain almost exploded as he struggled to keep his composure, “You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Edward continued to ramble, just to get back at the Bat, “You think just because, hah, just because I sent you that tape, that I’d get down on my knees and beg?” 

“Weren’t you just on all fours, basically rutting like a bitch in heat against my leg?” Edward could hear the snarky grin in his voice and that hot shame he felt earlier came rushing back. 

“Nothing to say to that? Shocked.” Batman took him by the neck again, shoving him against the bed, and palmed Edward’s aching cock a little too hard, leaving him to whine high in his throat and arch off of the bed. 

Finally, Edward was able to form a complete thought and shove the words past his lips, “You act like this isn’t affecting you, Batman, but I know it is. I know you jerked off to my tape, watching me fuck that dildo, wishing it was you.” 

He leaned up, staring into the Bat’s eyes, challenging him to take it further when he said, “You’re disgusting, Bats, just like me.” Edward laughed before Batman practically ripped his pants off and exposed him to the chilly air of his bedroom. 

In a flash, Batman’s dick was out, long and thick as it rested against Edward’s belly, smearing precum against his sparse pubes. Edward couldn’t help but drool; it was so much better than he imagined. 

Nashton could feel the heat radiating off it in intense waves, sinking into his skin. He recalled all those nights, including this one, where he pleasured himself to the thought of Batman’s cock and all the possible ways he’d take it. He’d do anything for it, for the Bat. 

His thoughts were interrupted when a sharp coldness spread across his asshole, and finally, being pulled from his haze, he saw that Batman had pushed his legs back until they nearly touched his stomach and was coating Edward’s entrance in lube. He also noticed that Batman had taken his glove off, and knowing that the man under the cowl was touching him, skin to skin, made Edward fill with euphoric joy. 

Edward keened at the frosty feeling, but the cold quickly washed away with their combined heat. Edward melted into the touch, relishing in the Bat’s uncharacteristic tenderness, feeling the way his long finger sunk into him, prodding at him tentatively.

Under his breath, the Bat muttered, “Fuck, you’re tight.” These little phrases he’d catch the Bat say assured Edward that the attraction was mutual. Batman didn’t want to admit it, but he thought the Riddler was cute. No one had ever felt that way about Edward before, and Edward’s obsessed devotion deepened. Batman and Edward were supposed to be together; he knew it, the Bat knew it, it was hard to ignore, honestly. 

All of those lonely nights, clutching bedsheets and weeping a pillow, longing for the touch of another person, were now put to rest. Edward’s wish was granted. Consciously, Edward knew this line of thinking was dangerous because this was an exception. The Bat was only here for one night to quell those pesky urges before they got out of hand.

Even then, Edward thought, he ought to enjoy this night for what it is and backlog every frame for those lonely nights that were sure to come again. The nuns always told Edward to never to look a gift horse in the mouth, and this was one of those times. 

So, he sunk into the soft material of his blankets and sheets, basking in Batman’s attention, feeling like a cat sprawled under the sun's warmth shining through a window. Edward watched Batman, watched Batman study the way his finger plunged into Edward and the slight struggle it was to pull it back out. 

Suddenly, another finger entered Edward, and the two digits honed in on his prostate, massaging hard circles into the bundle of nerves. Edward yelled, shocked mainly by the stimulation, and Batman clasped Edward’s mouth shut. 

“You are loud.” Batman quietly huffed a laugh, and Edward wasn’t sure if he could fall any more in love with the man currently fingering his ass. 

Edward pulled the hand away, “You love it, though. Knowing you’re the one causing it.” Batman blushed and averted his eyes, and Edward cheered inwardly at finally catching the Bat off guard. 

Batman wouldn’t let this victory last long, however, as he shoved a third finger in, pounding into Edward’s hole, stretching him so thoroughly that Edward reveled in the slight burn. 

High whines and pathetic moans were the only noises that came out of Edward, alongside utterances of please and more. Batman was happy to oblige, pushing Edward’s legs even farther and getting the perfect angle for hitting Edward’s prostate every time he thrust his fingers in.

Bruce quickly decided that Edward was relaxed enough, slicking his cock in the lube and hissing at the low temperature before sliding it in, watching how Edward’s mouth formed an O shape while his eyes rolled in the back of his head. 

It was hard for Bruce to keep upright, shocked by the all-consuming heat and constriction of Edward’s hole and how it wrapped around him perfectly. It was wet, sloppy, and disgusting to any sane person, but Bruce loved it. He loved the erotic noises of his balls slapping against Edward’s ass and the gushy noises as it pushed further in with every thrust. 

Bruce leaned his masked head against Edward’s, their eyes locking as Bruce began to set a brutal pace, ramming into Edward that left the man under him screaming for more. Edward’s enthusiasm made Bruce hornier, the desperation in his eyes and the slobber dripping from his mouth. Bruce made a mental note to put that mouth to good use later. 

“Please, please, don’t stop, hah. I can feel you so–” Edward moaned, grappling for purchase against Bruce’s suit, but his fingers slipped against the smooth armor, “I can feel you so deep.” 

Edward trailed one of his hands down his stomach, just above his pubic bone, feeling the slight movement that shuddered through his body every time Bruce moved. It was sick, Bruce’s cock pushing so far into him that he could feel it in his stomach, but Edward loved being so full. 

Seeing this almost made Bruce break, and Bruce wouldn’t let himself cum first, so he took Edward’s red cock in his ungloved hand, spreading the precum over the head and base.

The only thing Edward could do now was babble incoherent gibberish, physically shaking from the stimulation and feeling himself get closer to that peak. 

His orgasm tore through him rapidly, causing Edward to unconsciously tighten around Bruce, making the larger man double over as he shoved his face into the crook of Edward’s neck.

The two men came together, with Edward’s cum landing on his and Bruce’s stomach while Bruce came deep in Edward’s ass, some of it leaking past his cock and dripping onto the mattress below. 

Edward moaned as Bruce growled like a feral animal, bucking his hips to get the last bits of cum out, causing shocks of overstimulation to ripple through Edward’s body, nearing the precipice of pain. 

After a couple of moments, Bruce collected himself, his breathing still heavy, when he separated and pulled out of Edward, hissing as he did so. 

Edward was satiated, completely dazed as his eyes drifted off into space, looking thoroughly fucked. Edward giggled as he adjusted his glasses, but his glee was cut short when he saw the Bat already put away and heading for the door. 

Nashton scrambled to his knees, leaning to grab Bruce’s arm, “Hey, where’re you going?” Edward looked like a kicked puppy, his eyes wide and already started to glaze over. 

Bruce couldn’t help the rush of guilt that quickly settled like a hard lump in his stomach. Even though Edward Nashton, the Riddler, was one of the most dangerous men in Gotham right now, his face was uncannily innocent, with round cheeks and big eyes that ate at Bruce’s resolve. 

It was quiet; the only thing leaving Bruce’s mouth was a mixture of uhms and uhs. Still, Edward tried pulling Bruce back, and Bruce was too distracted to notice his feet moving in that direction. 

Bruce was about to pull back when Edward murmured, “You don’t have to leave this minute, right?” 

When Bruce didn’t answer, still having that dumbfounded look on his face, Edward started to ramble, “I know you said this was an exception, but, y’know,” Edward pulled Bruce closer until he hit the edge of the bed, “It’d be nice if you stayed a little longer. That’s all I ask.” 

Readily, Bruce’s willpower diminished, especially after hearing how soft and fragile Edward sounded. 

With a grunt and rolling of the eyes, Bruce reasoned, “I’ll stay the night, but you have to tell me everything you know about Gotham’s undercity.” 

Edward’s face lit up as he wrapped his skinny arms around Bruce’s neck, “You make me sound like a petulant child.” 

Bruce gave Edward a look, so Edward caved with a defeated sigh, “Fine. Yes. I’ll tell you everything I know about Gotham’s undercity.” 

“Thank you.” Bruce parted from Edward, heading for the door again. 

“Wait, I thought we had a deal?” 

Bruce snickered, “Can I go to the bathroom at least?” Edward deflated, humiliated once again at his clingy tendencies. His head hung as he nodded sheepishly, turning bright red at Bruce’s teasing laughter. 

Edward had settled into bed, too lazy to get up and clean himself off but smart enough to not get under the sheets and completely dirty the sheets. He watched the buzzing neon sign that hung right outside his window and coated his room in an almost ethereal glow. 

His bedroom door lurched open, and from behind it came Bruce, de-suited and human-looking. He wore a makeshift face cover that resembled a ski mask with a black hoodie and jeans. 

Bruce was still big, but now that Edward could see him outside the suit, he noticed the barely-there change in height. Now, Edward had at least a couple of inches on the man. It was not enough to ever ensure Edward won in a hand-to-hand fight with the Bat, but it still made a sick joy flow through his veins as he eyed the dark man. 

“You don’t have to stare.” Bruce threw a water bottle at Edward as he approached the bed, carrying a damp cloth in his other hand. 

Edward picked the bottle up, waving it at Bruce, “For me? You’re too sweet, Batsy.” 

“Blugh, don’t call me that.” Bruce sat on the bed, already starting to swipe at Edward’s stomach and clean off the half-dried residue. 

Although Edward tried his best to come off aloof, he couldn’t help but avert his gaze, too overwhelmed by the subtle show of care. He had never envisioned this side of Batman, a kinder side that would have to be there since he never killed any of his victims. Sure, he brutalized them, but they’d be up and walking again after a couple of weeks. 

Bruce was an ever-confounding puzzle that intrigued Edward the more he tried to sort the pieces out, and if there was one thing about Edward, he loved puzzles. 

Soon, Bruce had finished cleaning Edward off and pulled the sheets over his body, snatching some away. Edward watched the rise and fall of Bruce’s chest intently as he flung his arm over his eyes and shifted to get more comfortable. 

The urge to snatch Bruce’s disguise off was great, but Edward decided to enact some self-control he had forgone recently, deciding the consequences would be too great if he were to do that now. And, a small part of Edward didn’t want to break the fragile trust Bruce had just bestowed upon him. Many people hadn’t afforded Edward that same level of faith, and this was the man he was supposed to be enemies with, or at least, that’s what the media thinks. 

Secretly, Edward was grateful for the trust Bruce had given him tonight and the vulnerability he exposed. This was the first time in his life anyone had ever treated him with some semblance of decency, and Edward would be downright selfish to take advantage. 

If Edward were smart, maybe he’d be able to get Bruce to do this again, get Bruce to reveal his identity to him, without the cat and mouse chase. No matter how much Edward found the hunt exciting, a part of him longed for human connection, the same as everyone else. 

So, Edward snuggled closer to Bruce, wrapping his arm around him and shoving his head into the crevice between his shoulder blades. Bruce smiled to himself, already coming to terms with his sudden attraction to the lunatic cuddling into him. 

Bruce thought he might be able to change Edward, too. It was his mother who instilled the idea of second chances into his head from an early age, saying that even some of the worst people you meet could change if given a chance. 

As he drifted off to sleep, he thought he’d be willing to give Edward that second chance, even if it meant it might bite him in the ass later on. 

[raineydays411]

My fathers daughter

prologue

Tony Stark x daughter! reader

Summary: By all definitions you were a daddy’s girl. It’s been you and him since your mom left you both. But what happens when your both forced to face your past?

a/n: y’all know i can’t resist a good crossover

If there had to be a face for daddys girl, you’d be the poster child. 

Ever since you came into Tony’s life, you and him have been attached by the hip.

You were with him through everything.

When he became Iron Man, when he joined the avengers, and even during civil war. Even though it hurt you to see your family be torn apart, you could never betray your father. Then again, you have to admit that you were happy that the avengers compromised and were able to get back together. Earning you a new family member in Bucky. You were happy. Happy with the life you have with your dad and avengers. 

Which is why your mother suddenly reappearing and demanding to be in your life kinda of peeved you off. 

Let’s start from the beginning. 

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It started off with a gala. 

Some bougie charity event that rich assholes attend to donate large sums of money, not out of kindness, but only to show just how rich they are. You hated these types of events.  You hated the fake smiles and false interest in your life. All they wanted was to get close to your dad. They even try to set you up with their snobby stuck up kids. You hated it. 

And here you were, trying to find a way to get out of this boring conversation with some snob from Beverly hills. You can see your dad laughing at you from across the room. 

“You know, you look a lot like Mrs. Wayne.” He suddenly says, looking at you.

“Who?” You ask, suddenly paying attention.

“Mrs. Wayne, you know, Bruce Wayne's wife.”

You know who Bruce Wayne was. Your dad absolutely detestes the man. He never really told you why. He just said to never trust a Wayne. You also know that he’s Batman and his army of children are/were Robin. It was pretty obvious and rather easy to figure out. Then again, you were able to hack into the Bat computers main systems. They really need to update their firewalls. 

“Um no I didn’t know that he had a wife to be honest.” You reply, not really interested.

“You can pass as her daughter you know? She is very beautiful. As are you.” He says in a flirty tone. 

You roll your eyes, seeing your father finishing up a conversation and make your move, but then you hear 

“Oh look, there's the Wayne family right there.” 

Causing the attention to turn to the main entrance. There you saw Bruce Wayne. Tall, handsome, and charismatic. He was smiling, waving at the host. Next to him, his oldest son Dick. Another very handsome man, Tall with blue eyes and raven hair. Sending charming smiles to the crowds of women. Then Tim Drake, too focused on his phone to pay attention to the crowds, and finally Damian Wayne. A small boy with a sharp scowl. To his left, you can barely make out the form of his wife and his daughter, Cassandra Cain. You can also see Stephanie Brown chatting excitedly to Mrs. Wayne, who you still couldn’t see.

“Jeez, they brought the whole cavalry.” You mutter, looking at the star struck boy you were talking to.

You roll your eyes. The way people worship this family is strange. They act as if they are royalty or gods. You look at your father, expecting him to be making a sarcastic face or something. But that’s not what you saw. No, you saw a look on his face that you haven’t seen on his face ever. That’s when you walked up to him.

“Daddy...are you okay?” You asked cautiously.  He turned to you, shocked.

“Y/n!” He practically shouts, “ I’m okay, are you okay? We can leave right now if you’re not okay?” 

You frown in confusion, “ Umm yeah, I’m fine...”

“Good, Good. We’re going to leave now, this gala kinda blows. DOn’t you think?”

You can see his eyes dart to the Waynes to you. He looks...panicked. It was weird to you. Usually he keeps his cool during events like these. 

“Um sure..I just need to go to the restroom first” You say, seeing him nod. You walk off, shaking off the concern you have for your father. As you push through the crowds, you can hear them whisper as you passed. Something about Mrs. Wayne. 

You shake your head, “Can’t they talk about anything else??” 

Then you finally find the bathroom. You walk in, expecting it to be empty, only to be faced with Cassandra Cain and Stephanie Brown. They were chatting near the sinks as you walking into the stall. After doing your business, you walked out to the sink, going to wash your hands, but you saw Stephanie freeze, then nudge Cassandra. They both stared at you as you washed your hands and went to dry them. You give them a side eye, wondering why they were staring at you so hard. 

“Um hi?” You say carefully, the jump not expecting you to speak.

“Oh! Hello Im Stephanie and this is Cass” Stephanie says with a smile. “ You’re Y/n Stark right?”

“Uh yeah...Its nice to meet you dudes” You say quickly, already ready to walk out the restroom. 

“I’m sorry for staring, it’s just that...you look a lot like her mother” She says gesturing to Cassandra. 

You chuckle, “ Uh yeah so I’ve heard...hey I gotta go...”

“Oh right! Sorry heh” Stephanie laughs nervously, “It was great to meet you”

“Yeah” You agree half heartedly, “ You too”

And with that you go to find your father. You pass by the Wayne sons, only to see them take a double take when you pass them. 

“God that family is weird.” You mumble seeing your father talking to Bruce and his wife. He looked distressed and angry. You speed up, wanting to make sure your father doesn’t punch Bruce Wayne the way he looks like he's going to.

“Hey dad...um I’m ready to go.” You says with your back turned on the Waynes.

“Y/n..” Your dad says panic exploding on his face, “ Y/n sweetheart um...”

“Yn?” You hear a woman whisper.  You turn to see Bruce Wayne and...your mother. 

You remember the day she left. It was a sunny day. The kind of days that usually are in good memories and have happy endings. She was supposed to take you to the park so you can meet your dad there. You hardly saw her over the years, just every three months when she would come to the then Stark Tower to visit. But that say...that day was different. She had gotten a call, from who you don’t know, nut it seemed important. Because she left at that very moment and never came back. She never reached out, never called, texted or anything. Just radio silence. Your dad was heart broken.  He had hoped that one day she would move in with you and him, and you could be a family. He loved her with his whole heart, but she just didn’t love you both enough to stay. He was a mess after she left, and you picked up the pieces.

You were nine.

If it wasn’t for Pepper stepping in after witnessing one of his breakdowns, you don’t know what would’ve happened.

You stare at the woman who left you, who broke your fathers heart. Who broke your heart.

“Ms. Wayne.” you say curtly, taking pleasure in the way her face fell, “ Mr. Wayne, it’s lovely to see you again. If you’ll excuse me and my father, it seems like he’s not feeling too well.”

You weren’t lying, Tony looked like he was about to puke. His face was pale and he was kinda sweaty. So you wrapped your arm around him and lead him to the entrance, starting to pull out your phone to call Happy.

“Y/n wait!” Your mother cried out, pulling her arm away from Bruce and placing a hand in your shoulder. You jerked your shoulder out of her grasp.

“ Y/n, I know you’re mad at me” she starts, cringing when she hears you scoff, “ But wait a second. Let me look at you...my petal you’re so big.”

You turn and glare at her, “ Don’t call me that.”

“Oh Y/n, please—“You cut her off again.

“Hey i’m just going along with what you want. This is what you wanted right? No contact with us?”

You can see a crowd start to form around you, and you see the scattered Wayne’s push through it. They look at each other in confusion trying to understand how you seem to know their mother.

“ Of course that’s not what I wanted, oh petal I meant to call I just...” She trailed off

“Couldn’t be bothered?” you say harshly, “ I couldn’t care less. Just leave us alone. That should be easy for you.”

You feel your dad tug on your hand, and you turn to him. Eyes softening when you see the expression on his face.

“ Happys here kiddo.” He says softly. You nod and start to walk away. And you hear your mother protest, but you cut her off with a venomous,

“It was nice seeing you again Mom.”

and then you were gone. This time, leaving your mother behind and her confused husband and children.

[butwhyduh]

Dead Clown 🤡

Jason todd x reader

Warning: smut, murder but it’s okay.

Jason pulled his helmet off and ignored the rain that poured down his face. He had to see this without a filter. He even considered taking off the domino mask but he was out in the open. The pouring freezing rain had him shivering but Jason was unaware. He literally couldn’t believe the sight before him.

The joker was laying in his back, the pasty skin on his forehead was marred by 2 small holes. The back of his stupid green hair looked almost black when mixed with blood. Blood and water mixed in a pink puddle around his head. Jason forced himself to check for a pulse before hitting his comms.

“Bats, you need to get down here,” he said in a shocked voice. “The joker is dead.”

“..... are you okay,” Bruce said in a measured voice.

“I’m fine. He was dead when I got here,” Jason added knowing he was number one suspect.

“On the way.”

Batman and Red Robin showed up shortly with Robin not far behind. It didn’t take long for the detectives to believe Jason’s innocence. The evidence didn’t match him.

Jason sat on a piece of concrete near the scene as they worked. He had hoped to see this for years now. But it wasn’t the same. Maybe it was because Jason didn’t get his revenge or because it looked too neat. Two quick shots to the brain. Probably didn’t even see it coming before he was lights out.

Bruce walked over to him as the other two took photos and bagged evidence. A little blood here. Some fabric fibers there. No fingerprints because of the heavy rain but a bullet casing.

“Did you see who shot him?”

“No B. I literally got here and he was already out. He was supposed to have a drug drop but I guess that didn’t happen,” Jason said with a shrug.

“You were going to fight him alone,”Bruce said with a raised brow.

“No. Just reconnaissance. I would have called it in,” Jason defended himself. Bruce gave him a side look before moving on to the case.

“Commissioner Gordon is on the way,” Tim said. He held bags of evidence carefully in his lanky fingers. “We’re finish collecting-“

“Can we go home, father? It’s freezing cold,” Damian interrupted. Bruce sighed before looking at him.

“Red Robin was talking but yes, you both should back to the cave to process everything. Red Hood, you too. The commissioner knows you have a history with the joker so it’s best you leave too. I’ll take care of this,” Bruce said carefully. Any wrong word might set Jason off with his trauma over the death of his murderer.

“Uh yeah, sure man,” Jason said clearly distracted. He would usually argue with everything Bruce said and this made Bruce even more worried for the young man. He sent a quick message to Dick before the commission met got there.

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“We’re running the tests right now and there really isn’t much else to do. Robin already went to bed. Go home Hood and get some sleep,” Tim said by the computers. Jason hadn’t bothered to get out of his suit or shower.

“How long? How long until you get results?”

“Oh, uhhh maybe 12 hours? A while. Sorry DNA testing isn’t like in the movies. The meta or clone tests are even longer. It probably won’t be until tomorrow night that we know anything,” Tim said turning in his chair. “Get some sleep.”

Jason considered giving him a nasty comment but held it. He certainly felt dead on his feet and had a nice warm woman waiting at home for him.

“Call when you know anything,” he said with a growl.

“Yeesh, yeah. I will,” Tim said backing away. “Say it. Don’t spray it,” he muttered as Jason walked away.

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Jason trudged into the apartment leaving wet clothing in his wake until he stumbled to bed in nothing but his boxer briefs. You were going to be mad at him for the mess in the morning but that could wait. He looked at you asleep on the bed. You looked so sweet and innocent. Like an angel compared to his dirty hands that practically dripped blood every night.

He slid under the blanket and pressed close to your warm form. You gasped awake before relaxing when you realized it was just Jason. Did you not realize he could kill you 84 different ways in your sleep? It didn’t really matter as you snuggled your head into the crook of his neck and slid your legs to entangle with his. Jason’s arms automatically wrapped around you and rubbed your back until your breathing was even in sleep. He stared at the ceiling until the hint of dusk could be seen outside.

Jason woke with a gasp followed by a moan as he felt perfect wet heat encompass his dick. He looked down to see the blankets move rhythmically as you slid your mouth along his dick. He blinked himself more awake to truly enjoy it.

It wasn’t the first time you had woken him as such but it was certainly a rare occurrence. Reserved for birthdays and Christmas, he couldn’t imagine what he did to deserve such a wonderful wake up.

“Fuck! Princess,” he groaned as you swirled before taking him deep. You hummed questionably.

“What did I, mmmm, do to deserve such a fuck! Perfect mouth. Perfect wake up,” he said pushing covers down to show you between his legs. You looked up at him with big innocent eyes as you licked long hot strips up his cock. You took him deep in your mouth before sliding off with a pop.

“I can’t spoil you?” You purred and he twitched. How did he get so lucky? “Do you want to finish in my mouth or can I ride you first?” You asked and he god honest choked on his spit.

“Baby, *cough* whatever you want, what. Ever. you want,” he said and you grinned before climbing up his body to straddle him. His hands ran along the side of your body before gripping your hips. You sunk down on him with a little mewl.

“Fuck Princess, you’re so wet. Do you like... do you like sucking my cock?” He asked breathlessly.

“Of course, Jaybird. Sometimes I touch myself when I blow you, like today,” you admitted with a sweet little giggle. He almost came right them. How could you say the dirtiest things while being the sweetest person he’d ever known?

Jason reached his thumb down to rub your clit as you moved. You whined before nodding at him. Your mouth fell open and your hips sped up. He knew that you weren’t going to last long. You really did get hot and bothered blowing him. You made little whined and whimpers before moaning his name loudly as you came. Your body clenching on him was enough and he thrust up into you as he came as well. You bent down and kissed him deeply. Jason was panting by the time you pulled back.

“Loved that for sure, but what the hell was that, Princess,” Jason asked breathlessly as you climbed off and threw on some clothing. You chuckled a little before tossing him his boxers.

“Just wanted to wake you up this morning. Do you want some pancakes, Jay,” you asked. He sat up and pulled them on.

“You certainly did. And I never say no to food. Especially my favorite food,” Jason said with a grin. “Is it secretly my birthday? Am I dying and you’re prepping me beforehand?”

You laughed. “You already did that, baby.”

Jason gasped a little before laughing.

“I just wanted to treat you like you deserve. Pick a movie. There’s a new slasher out that you can tear apart,” you said walking in the kitchen and grinned at Jason’s heart eye look he gave you.

He looked through the movies without paying them much mind. He’d seen the joker dead the day before and now his girlfriend was spoiling him. He didn’t know what to think about. He’d think about the joker finally being dead. He couldn’t hurt Jason or those near him any more. You’d been kidnapped 6 months earlier and it had almost ripped Jason apart when he found you bloody and beaten. Luckily alive though.

Then he thought about how sweet you were. A perfect angel who had nothing to do with that life. You couldn’t kill someone if you tried. He just wanted to keep you in an innocent bubble, especially after being kidnapped.

“Jay? Jason?” You said near him and he jumped. He had been so lost in thought that he didn’t notice you coming over to him with a plate of food. Heart shaped pancakes covered in whipped cream stared up at him and Jason had a little grin on his face.

“Sorry, thanks. This looks good,” he said and you grinned before sitting with your own. Jason turned on a movie and sat next to you to eat.

Jason’s phone rang.

He gave you an apologetic look before answering.

“Yeah,” he answered before quickly standing up to talk in another room. Definitely bat business, it sounded like. He came back in a few minutes putting on his suit. He bent and shoved most of a pancake in his mouth. Jason pulled you to your feet and swirled you around before holding you by the waist. You giggled.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“I’ve got to work. But when I get back, I’m making up for this morning, okay? Breakfast was amazing,” he said before pulling you into a dizzying kiss. You nodded before he left.

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Jason arrived at the cave and realized something was instantly wrong. Tim, Dick, Damian, Bruce, and even Alfred were waiting for him around the computers. He slowly walked up. They didn’t think he did it, did they? Jason looked around in case of a fight.

“I have some bad news,” Dick said. Jason just stared at him. Dick sighed. “We know who killed the joker. You won’t like it. You- you might want to sit down.”

Jason frowned at his tone. It was the tone you used when telling a kid their parents died. He looked at the computer to see surveillance footage of the roof where he found the joker. He clenched his fist as the mad man walked in the screen.

“You know, this is the worst meeting place in the world,” joker said with a laugh. Jason’s eyebrows rose. He hasn’t expected audio. “So what do you have that I might want on the birds?”

A female voice off camera could be heard saying, “peace of mind.”

“Doubt you could give me that Princess,” he said in a mocking tone. His posture was casual even though the lower half of a woman’s body had walked into the screen and she held a gun in hand pointed at him. She froze at his words.

Jason couldn’t look away if he wanted to.

“Yeah, I know,” joker said. “I forget faces. Too many changing and quite a few people are a little two faced,” he said with a laugh. “But I never forget a voice. You sounded so much more sweet when you were crying tied to a chair. And the way you sobbed when I brought out the crowbar.... music to my ears. I bet it just reminded you of a certain bird that just didn’t quite make it the first time.”

“Shut up. I- I don’t care,” she said. Jason’s heart was in his throat. He knew exactly who that was before Tim’s DNA tests were complete. She moved around a little nervously.

“Honey, Princess,” he said drawn out in a mock of Jason’s voice. “Unless you plan on using that gun, put it down and we can play a game. You like games? You play one with the red bat all the time. Does he know? Does he know that you’ve been hunting me for.... geez, since you were kidnapped I’d bet.”

“Now drop that gun and I show you what pain really feels like,” he growled and she shot him in the forehead before he moved. He made a disconnected sound before falling to his knee, perfect height to be seen in the camera. She shot him again between the eyes and he fell back silently. His body splashed on the rainy roof before blood began to pool behind his head. The woman looked for a second, her body language painfully stiff, before running out the way she came.

The cave was silent as Jason realized what he just saw. He blinked a few times before clearing his throat. Has she- did she-??

“I assume the DNA matches?” He asked and Tim nodded before sliding him a paper copy. 98% match. Only chance it wasn’t you was an evil twin or clone but no, he noticed the clothing and mannerisms. It was you.

“Are you going to bring her in?” Bruce asked quietly and Jason gaped.

“I sure as shit ain’t. She killed the man who kidnapped her and abused her. That sounds like self defense to me,” he defended. Dick looked at him in pity and Jason quickly looked away.

“It was premeditated, Jason,” Bruce reminded him.

“I know. I’ll take care of it. She’s not going to prison. I’ll talk to her,” he said. Bruce gave him a hard look. “You come near her- I swear to god, Bruce. I’ll shoot you myself.”

Jason got up to leave. Dick moved out of his way. He wasn’t getting in this.

“Jason,” Bruce said but Jason was already gone.

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Jason was a pretty smart guy but he was completely shocked at this moment. What possessed you to kill the joker? To seek him out? A man that tried to kill you and you were willing to meet him alone? Not even Jason wanted to do that. And that morning you were treating Jason special. He thought for a second that you killed the joker for him. It chilled him to the bone but he put that thought out of his head. No, you had your own reasons to do it.

Jason walked in the apartment cautiously. Who knows how you would be acting, the perfect girlfriend or finally breaking down when you realized you killed a man. He found you in the bedroom asleep. You didn’t look like you had just killed someone and for a second Jason had doubt but the video and DNA didn’t lie.

He crawled in bed with you. You pulled him close and laid your head on his chest and Jason’s heart hurt. You looked fine but killing people left scars and your first time killing someone was not something you forget.

You woke with a gasp and cry hours later. You trembled and grasped at Jason tightly. He woke up confused before pulling you closer.

“Hey, Princess, I’m right here. You’re okay,” he said rubbing your back and holding you close. “What’s going on?”

“I see him. When I sleep. Every time,” you breathed almost in tears. Jason kissed your cheek and he felt wetness on your skin. You had been crying. He didn’t want to ask but now was as good a time as any.

“Princess, what did you do last night?” Jason asked so quietly. You looked up at him quickly and it confirmed everything he needed to know.

“Nothing. I was here. All night. Wh-why?” You asked, lying terribly. Jason sighed. He closed his eyes before willing himself to speak.

“You know I’m a detective. I can tell that you’re lying,” Jason started gently.

“What does that mean,” you said a little too quickly. Your breathing started to speed up again and Jason hated the look of fear on your face.

“I’m not mad. I won’t turn you in. Just tell me what happened,” he said softly, watching you intently. You wanted to shrink away a little.

“I can’t,” you whispered. Your eyes started to water and you blinked them away.

“Did you do it? Did you kill him? I can help you,” Jason said and you froze. “Talk to me.”

“I-I did,” you said looking at him in terror. Your eyes were red rimmed. “I did.”

“I’m sorry,” he said pulling you tight to his body. You broke down in little sobs and clung to him. “I’m so sorry that you thought you had to. I should have. I’m sorry.” He wrapped you up and made little shhh noises and you cried until you fell back asleep.

You woke up later with a pounding headache wrapped up tightly against Jason. He was on his phone but sat it down when he saw you were up.

“Hey,You don’t have to worry about it. I’ve taken care of everything,” he said ever so gently. You nodded.

“What does that mean?” You asked slowly.

“Red Hood took the wrap on it. No great loss with one less psycho in Gotham. Harley Quinn had an impromptu parade with hyenas and jugglers and everything. Nightwing made an appearance. Dick said Barbie slept through the night for the first time in months and she said she’d help you with anything you need,” Jason said trying to be positive. You gave him a dry smile.

“That’s nice. What about- what about Batman?” You asked.

“He’s Batman. But he’ll get over it. And the next time you kill a murderous clown, let me help. He could have killed you. And if anyone knows how to hide a body, it’s me,” Jason said giving you a squeezing hug. You smiled despite yourself.

“I’ll remember that. I’m a little sad I missed the hyena parade,” you admitted.

“Oh she’s having a parade every day this week. An anonymous donor gave her a ton of fireworks. Fairly certain it was Tim,” Jason said.

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All I Need is You

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: You do so much for everyone else and so little for yourself that when you almost collapse, Loki finally gets you to agree to let him take care of you. Warnings: the reader skips some meals; a lot of fluff A/N: Its really just Loki taking care of you. But please remember to take care of yourselves too everyone!! Hope you enjoy :)

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Loki was watching you even more carefully than normal these days. Yes, you’d caught his eye even on your first day in the Tower back when you were just a new recruit, a SHIELD agent with some kind of sixth sense that let you anticipate things, recently transferred to the Avengers Tower. Even now no one was entirely sure if it was a power or just an uncanny knack you had that made you extremely good at your job. Regardless, the trickster god could see how the ability had shaped you.

You’d only been in the Tower a week when you’d started running errands all over the city, offering things to people before they could even think they needed it themselves, then going to pick it up for them. Loki had declined the offer after hearing all the places you were already going. He’d hoped it was a fluke, that you wouldn’t make it a habit of taking care of everyone. Not that it was inherently bad, he just knew how tiring it could be to please everyone, worried that you would burn out. Of course, you had kept doing it, and his worries turned out to be justified.

“Darling, are you going out again?” Loki asked as you passed his seat in the common room on your way to the elevator. He set his book down, frowning. “Did you not just go yesterday? Unless, of course, this time it is for you. Then by all means, please be on your way.”

“No... It’s just Steve and Bucky were talking about some cereals they used to like and we don’t have any in the Tower so...” you trailed off, shuffling your feet.

“And can they not wait for it until the next scheduled trip to the supermarket?”

“Well, yeah, they said they could. But I don’t mind.”

Loki stood and sighed, walking over to you. Gently, so you didn’t have to comply if you didn’t want to, Loki lifted your chin to look at him. You looked tired. Admirable as it was that you wanted to do things for others, you needed a rest day.

“And tell me, darling, when was the last time you did something for yourself?” He waited a moment for an answer, but was met with silence. “What about that drawing you started two months ago? Have you worked on that more?”

“It wasn’t any good, anyway,” you shrugged. “I’ve been busy.”

“It was wonderful,” he reassured you. “What about eating, though? Have you eaten today?”

“I... I had a mint.”

“That does not count.” Now he was outright worried. You did this every once in a while, saying you just got so caught up in other things, you forgot to eat. Whatever the reason, it troubled Loki. “You have had some water at least? You know what, do not answer. I am sure I know already. Just wait here a moment.”

You waited by the lift as Loki padded to the kitchen, searching for a water bottle. The problem went beyond just these shopping trips. Sometimes when Tony or Bruce got stuck on one of their projects, you’d pore over books and blueprints for hours, searching for the answer, losing sleep. Then other times, you took it upon yourself to plan events for the team. It was more than a simple, casual invitation. No, it usually involved at least three days of extensive planning. Everyone enjoyed them and was appreciative, needing a break from their day-to-day lives, but it just took up more of your time and brainpower. Pile that onto your own training and missions, it was enough to wear anyone out.

But what he both loved and hated the most was how you’d always be there to talk. Not just for him, but for everyone. And not merely a laid-back chat, either. No, they were practically therapy sessions. Again, just like all the other things you did, that would be all fine and good, except for the fact you never talked about your own issues. You just did so much for everyone else and practically nothing for yourself, even something so basic as remembering to eat, that it broke Loki’s heart a little more every day.

“Here,” he said, handing you the plastic bottle. “But I am coming with you.”

Smiling brightly, you led the way out into the city streets. You chatted as you went about your task, and Loki was yet to take his eyes off of you. It wasn’t until you started the journey back, however, that he began to grow worried. You hadn’t taken even the smallest sip of the water he’d fetched for you, and on this hot day, it was clearly taking its toll. You stumbled a little, suddenly looking more out of it than Loki could stand. He gently gripped your arm to steady you and led you to a bench. Grabbing the water out of your backpack, Loki uncapped it and held the bottle to your lips.

“Drink,” he ordered, but with kindness in his tone.

One of your hands that was gripping the bench a bit too tightly in an attempt to ground your dizzy mind came up to take the bottle from him. Complying, you downed nearly half the bottle in one gulp. It seemed that was a mistake as your empty stomach gargled, rebelling against the sudden intake. Loki rubbed large circles on your back while you scrunched your eyes closed, breathing deeply as you tried to force yourself to feel better.

“Are you alright, darling?” Loki asked when you felt well enough to take another few small sips. You nodded your head, eyes still closed. “Now do you see why it is important to take care of yourself? Will you please get some rest this afternoon?”

“I’m fine, really. Don’t worry, I-”

“That is madness!” Both Loki and you flinched at his sudden increase in volume. He removed his hand from your back, feeling unworthy to make contact with you after snapping like that. You were his friend, and he was yelling at you for something like this? It made him disappointed in himself. He sighed. “Listen, I am sorry. All I mean is I care about you. I do not like to see you like this. It is not healthy, and I believe you know that.”

You opened your eyes, blinking at him. “You-you care about me?”

Loki felt heat flood to his cheeks as he realized that he had, in fact, said that. “I do. So will you please let me take care of you?”

You bit your lip for a minute. “I will,” you sighed, giving in.

Satisfied, Loki coaxed you into accepting a piggyback ride the rest of the way home. You placed your forehead in the crook of his neck, enjoying his cool skin against yours, which was noticeably overheating. He quickly tossed the grocery bags of cereal onto the counter and brought you to your room, your own little pocket of the world that you trusted Loki enough to share with him if even for a moment. Laying you down on your bed, he told you to rest for a minute, lips placing a ghost of a kiss on your forehead.

The god moved to your bathroom, looking for what he needed. After preparing a bubble bath with nice, cool water, Loki left you to sink into it with only the order to relax. While you did, he hurried to prepare you a light meal, something that wouldn’t upset your stomach. When you padded out of the bathroom in the soft pajamas Loki had left for you and saw the meal on a tray on your bedside table, a smile tugged at your lips.

Loki peeled back the silken sheets he’d put on your bed so you could get under them. With a little bit of difficulty—Loki never had gotten a firm grasp on understanding Midgardian technology—he flipped through the channels on your TV until you found something you wanted to watch while you ate.

“Is there anything else you need?” he asked once you were done eating, before leaving you to your own devices.

You bit your lip as you thought before ultimately shaking your head no. “I’m good thanks.”

“Please, darling, be honest with me,” he pleaded. “Anything you want. Name it, and it is yours.”

“Will you stay with me?” you blurted out. “No, I’m sorry, that’s ridiculous. I’ve taken up enough of your time.”

“Darling,” he tsked. “The only thing on my schedule today is taking care of you.”

You smiled as he slid under the sheets next to you, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you onto his lap. You twisted your body so you could look at him and tuck a few locks of his raven hair behind his ear. You were living in your own place in time, the two of you finding a safe haven in each other’s arms.

“You know what would make me really happy, Loki?” you began. “If I got to give you a little, thank you. Would that be alright?”

The god hesitated for a moment. “I suppose. Depending on what it is.”

“Can I... Would it be alright if I kissed you?”

“Well, that depends, again.”

“On?”

“On whether or not we can make it a regular occurrence,” Loki replied with a playful grin.

“You know, you are always saying I should do things that make me happy. So yes, yes we absolutely can.”

“In that case,” he said, already leaning in, “what are you waiting for?”

Giggling, you bridged the gap between you. As Loki smiled against your lips, he realized something. No matter how stubborn either of you were when it came to accepting help for yourselves, you’d always have the other to take care of you. And even more importantly, Loki thought, you’d have each other to love.

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AYO YOU AMAZING WRITER YOU💖 Can you write an nsfw Natasha x reader sex pollen fic where r goes on a mission with everyone and is the only one that gets hit with the sex pollen and thinks nothing of it until they get back for the debrief and r starts feeling the effects during the meeting with the rest of the avengers in there like the fever and aches and is super turned on and humiliated and everyone is confused trying to figure out what’s wrong then Bruce says the only thing that can help is sex and she picks Nat to help her out? Something super smutty 😳

Natasha Romanoff X Reader - EXPOSURE

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow X FemReader Fanfic

Synopsis: On a mission you seem to be the only one who’s been hit with this air borne drug. Fortunately you have a great team mate to help you through it

Warnings: 18+ content, f/f sex, sex pollen so the usual dub-con for this trope

Words: 2345

You’d really thought nothing of it until you’d gotten off the quinjet. Even the whole journey home you had felt fine, brushing off everyone’s concern with a flick of the wrist as if it was nothing. You really had felt fine. The exposure to the gas back at the enemy base had been minimal, barely a few seconds, and after a brief once over by one of the SHIELD medics, you had been given the all clear that it was probably fine.

It wasn’t until you were walking towards the briefing room to have the post mission meeting that you started to feel anything unusual. Your skin was starting to itch with a burning hotness that was impossible to ignore. When you had parted ways with the team to quickly get changed out of your combat gear before the brief, you had treated yourself to a very cold shower but if anything it only seemed to have made you even more aware of how hot you were feeling. Washing at all was starting to feel like a total waste of time, your hands already clammy with sweat and the hair by your temples beginning to dampen and cling to the side of your head. Your brain felt fuzzy but at that same time it was like you were thinking with perfect clarity. It was like nothing you’d ever experienced before.

Looking around the briefing room as you entered, it was as if you were wearing tinted glasses, everything not quite the way it should be and with a tinge of deep red or orange. You could feel every beat of your pulse against your skull, every hammer of your heart in your chest. Your throat felt dry yet you couldn’t stop running your tongue over your lips to prevent your mouth from watering.

It wasn’t until Natasha sat down beside you that it became apparent that something was very wrong. The smell hit you like a bus and it only intensified everything you were already feeling. It was like your senses had been dialled up threefold. You could take her all in as if it were carefully arranged layers just for you to enjoy; the coconut of her shampoo, the sweet smell of the lotion she’d applied after the shower, the laundry detergent on her fresh clothes, the smell of her perfume.

Maybe it wasn’t the most subtle reaction you could have had if you were hoping not to attract any attention, but jumping up from your seat so violently that your chair fell backwards with a loud crash certainly ensured that everyone’s eyes were now on you.

“Are you okay?” The concerned voice of Bruce from the other side of the room hit you but you could barely focus on what he was saying.

Standing up from her own seat to look at you more closely, Natasha cocked her head to the side as she examined your flushed skin, heavy breathing and blown out pupils. She turned back to the others in the room with a frown, “See, I told you she wasn’t alright.”

“But the medics checked her over.”

��Oh like they know everything.”

“Well they know more than you!”

“It was only a minor exposure and we don’t even know what it was.”

“She said she was feeling fine on the quinjet, I mean this could be something else.”

“Sure, it’s just a huge coincidence that she feels like this after being gassed.”

As the team descended into an argument, you couldn’t really hear what they were saying. Nor, did you care. You felt restless and fidgety, tapping your foot up and down against the ground as you rubbed at your forearms uncomfortably. Your jaw was clenched tight, tilting your head from side to side to work the muscles in your neck as you tried to get your breathing to return to normal. It felt like an adrenaline rush, that feeling that hits you just as the rollercoaster is about to go over the big drop. But it also felt like a hunger, a craving for something like you were a predator that needed to hunt. It was too hard to put your finger on it, too early in the stages of whatever you were feeling to identify it yet.

The sound of someone calling your name broke you from your thoughts, looking up at the rest of the occupants in the room to see them all watching you expectantly.

“What?”

Sitting down by a laptop at the head of the table, Bruce pushed his glasses up his nose as he tapped a few keys before looking up at you, “I’ll have to use the database we have to try and identify what you’ve been exposed to. But I need you to concentrate and answer a few questions okay?”

You nodded your head, closing your eyes momentarily as a wave of heat washed over your body and you tried to remained focused, “Sure, sure, sure let’s do it.”

“So this gas ... could you see it? Did it have a colour?”

It was so hard to focus on the question, your brain working at a million miles a minute but unable to make sense of whatever it was that you were thinking about, “Erm ... I don’t ... it was kind of ... like a greyish blue, I guess.”

“And a smell? Did it have a smell?”

“It was ... sweet. I suppose. Yeah ... but like ... a dessert or something. Like someone had lit a vanilla candle.”

The questions seemed to go on forever, with the occasional interjection from someone else as they tried to help with the answers. Each question narrowed the possibilities down further, Bruce carefully inputting the information into the computer. By the time he got to the bottom of it, you could barely think straight any more, your hands balling into fists as you tried to process the discussion that was taking place around you.

“That’s ridiculous, they don’t actually use that stuff.”

“Well obviously they do because here we are.”

“If they don’t use it then how is it in their files? We only have the information because we took it from them.”

“But there’s never actually been a case of it being used before.”

“Until now.”

“I mean just wanting to have a lot of sex doesn’t sound that bad, there are worse ways to spend an afternoon.”

“Tony! Can you be serious for one second.”

“It isn’t that simple. This is like a real urge. It can be quite uncomfortable for the subject they-“

“The subject?! She has a name you know.”

“But she’s not gonna do anything crazy right?”

“Well no she won’t do anything she wouldn’t usually want to do but the need will be off the charts. It can drive people crazy if they don’t get some sort of relief from it.”

Finally you couldn’t take any more, clearing your throat loudly to get their attention and gesturing towards the door, “Yeah so this is pretty awkward, little embarrassing, bit too intimate to be honest so I think I’m gonna take off.”

“Wait, you should go to the med bay.”

You interrupted Steve’s statement with a laugh, already making your way towards the door as you used all of your willpower to ignore the powerful surge of hormones and need coursing through your body, “What are they gonna do for me there exactly?”

“I dunno, some of those nurses are pretty cute.”

Despite the fact Tony’s joke earned him a disapproving look from almost everyone, you were actually grateful for it, laughing again as you took his words as your cue to escape and hastily left. You were halfway to your room when you heard the sound of feet hitting the ground behind you.

“Wait up.”

God even the sound of her voice was getting too much now.

“Nat. Please, I really really can’t be around you.”

Despite your statement, the red head fell into step just behind you and followed you down the corridor, “I wanted to make sure you got back alright.”

“And while I appreciate that, you’re way too hot to be this close to me.” your eyes fell closed at your words, the effects obviously starting to hit you stronger now as the confession fell freely from your lips. You never spoke to Natasha like this, you wouldn’t have dared on a normal day for fear she’d knock you to ground. Whatever you’d inhaled earlier that day didn’t seem to share your reservations as the arousal started to make itself known.

Natasha pursed her lips, not wanting to embarrass you as she was fairly certain you would never have normally said something like that to her. Certainly not so blasé. “It’s okay. I know this must be ... overwhelming.”

You snorted, “That’s one word for it. But seriously ... I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be here.”

“Well I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be alone.”

Stopping outside your bedroom door, you looked back at the other woman and immediately had to close your eyes and turn your head away instead as a strong pang of arousal hit you, “Jesus.”

“What? Does it hurt?” the concern in Natasha’s voice was obvious, watching you carefully as your eyes bunched closed tighter and you pushed out a shaky breath.

Shaking your head frantically from side to side, you went to grab the door handle from behind the other woman, “It’s uncomfortable. It’s way too intense. I just wanna ... fuck ... I need to get inside ... I need ... I need you to move, please.”

The sensation of Natasha’s hands coming up to rest on your cheeks caused your breath to catch in your throat. It was almost too much, the feeling of her soft skin on yours was like electricity, a shiver travelling the length of your spine and a heavy drop hitting your stomach. One of her thumbs brushed over your cheek before she spoke, “Let me help you.”

When you opened your eyes to look at her, the feeling that came over you was like nothing you’d ever felt before. It was as if someone else had taken control of you, like you were watching from the sidelines as your body acted of it’s own accord. The moment your eyes had locked with Natasha’s, everything you’d been fighting to control took hold of you and in three brisk steps forward you had the other woman caged between the door and your body, one of your hands coming up to rest on the wood beside her head.

“Natasha.” You paused to wet your lips, ignoring the huskiness to your voice as you scrambled around in your head for the smallest ounce of restraint, “You really need to leave now before I do something I can’t take back.”

If you had been expecting any reaction from the other woman, what she actually did would have been somewhere at the bottom of your list. Over the year or so that you’d worked with Natasha you’d had a mostly professional relationship, though that wasn’t to say you weren’t friendly with one another. However the forwardness of her next move was new territory all together.

Moving her hands from your cheeks, she ran them slowly down to either side of your neck. You could do nothing but lean into the gesture, goosebumps rising and flesh searing at the feeling of her fingertips digging into you. You were so lost in the sensation of her touch that you hadn’t realised she’d leaned closer until her hot breath hit the shell of your ear and she spoke in a low whisper, “But just think how good it would feel if you let me help you.”

Her words actually pulled a growl from the back of your throat, the ever growing heat between your thighs magnifying significantly at her words, “Nat ... last warning.”

Instead of backing down, Natasha tilted her head enough that her lips could attach to the side of your neck before speaking again, “Stop fighting it, I know you want me.”

That was enough. You couldn’t have prevented it no matter what had tried to stop you, pushing the door open with one hand as the other gripped the back of her neck and pulled her into a searing kiss. Practically falling through the door together, Natasha’s hands found your waist and all you could do was groan at the relief of the full body contact. Feeling the way her breasts pressed up against your chest, her tongue slipping into your mouth, her hands around your waist as yours slipped down to grope at her ass. God it was intoxicating and still you wanted more

If you had any control over the urges that were powering your body you’d probably have wanted to take your time. Your attraction to Natasha wasn’t something you were particularly ashamed of or desperate to hide. However you’d barely got as far as building up a friendship with the red head and so jumping straight into sex seemed like you were skipping a few important steps. Not to mention the fact that you were fairly certain this was not going to be a terribly slow or tender encounter. No. With the way you were already pulling her clothing from her body and tearing at your own, you both knew that this was something else all together.

Fortunately for both parties Natasha really didn’t mind. Of course after Bruce had explained the effects you would be feeling, what else would she be expecting really? But in the time the two of you had been working together she had come to care for you and the idea of you struggling alone wasn’t something she cared for. Also she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about you in a sexual way before, granted she never thought this would be how it happened.

In all your haste to get Natasha undressed you actually fumbled several times with the fastening of her bra, sure that you’d be embarrassed under normal circumstances but currently too frustrated and impatient to care. You were relieved when Natasha wordlessly reached around and undid the clasp herself, throwing the item across the room before wrapping her arms around your body to do the same with your clothing.

You could barely register what was happening as the two of you staggered backwards into your bedroom, barely managing not to trip over the clothing and shoes that you’d discarded on the way. You were too lost in her to bring yourself to care about being careful. Just kissing her was absolute heaven. Her tongue sliding over yours, lips working frantically together. You had expected Natasha to be a good kisser and maybe it was just the effects of what you had been exposed to but it was like a sparks were flying, a warm wave washing over your body and a pang of arousal with every soft moan from the red head that vibrated against your lips. The way she would occasionally suck your tongue more harshly into her mouth made you feel wobbly on your feet, and the sensation of her nipping your lower lip between her teeth had you desperate for more.

It didn’t take long for you to be pinned on the mattress beneath her, both naked now and lips still moulded together as she settled herself on top of you. Already you couldn’t stop yourself from grinding down against her thigh, desperate to relieve some of the pressure that had started to build. If anything you needed it more now, the arousal bordering on uncomfortable as you became acutely aware of just how wet you were against Natasha’s thigh.

The other woman didn’t need to be told, evidence of your arousal already coating her skin. She finally broke the kiss to lean down, but she had barely attached her lips to one of your nipples when you pulled her back up with a frantic shake of your head and a groan, “Please Nat, I can’t wait any longer, just fuck me already, please.”

You felt on the verge of crying you wanted it so bad, the whole experience completely foreign to you. It was bizarre to be overwhelmed with such a primal, animalistic need. Every time you found yourself in bed with a woman you enjoyed everything about it; lavishing her body with attention, the anticipation, the teasing, wanting to take her to the heights of pleasure over and over. This was nothing like that at all. You really just wanted to fuck. More than anything you wanted to come and you were fairly certain if you didn’t soon then it would be the death of you.

Nodding her head in understanding, Natasha pressed her lips to yours again as she propped herself up on one of her elbows, “I’ve got you, don’t worry.”

You were so soaked by now her fingers slipped easily inside of you and all you could do was lie back and release a loud moan. You weren’t sure whether it was in relief or pleasure but either way you were certain that Natasha’s fingers had to be one of the most wonderful things you’d ever felt in your life. Just one thrust of her digits already had your fingers grabbing at the sheets below you, heels digging into the mattress and head thrown back against the pillow in bliss as finally, finally you were given what you had been craving.

“Good?” asked Natasha, her fingers having stilled inside of you almost immediately as she waited for some kind of signal from you that what she was doing was definitely what you wanted.

Nodding your head hurriedly, you brought her mouth down to meet yours again, mumbling frantically against her lips between kisses, “So fucking good ... keep going.”

Natasha grinned, happy to oblige as she started to move her hand again and picked up a steady pace. Almost immediately your hips were moving of their own accord to match her, grinding down against her fingers as she worked them inside of you. Every thrust was heaven, the woman above you seemingly knowing exactly what you needed as she began to push into you harder and faster with each stroke.

Everything about it was satisfying the urges that had been threatening to overwhelm you. The brush of her hardened nipples against your chest as she moved above you. The frantic pants for breath into your mouth between heated and messy kisses. The intensity of how she was watching you and the subtle smirk on her lips as she knew how much you were enjoying what she was doing. When her thumb came up to brush over your clit you wanted to be embarrassed at the groan of pleasure that rang out in the room but you were too far gone now to care.

All of it was perfect. She was perfect. You could feel your head getting foggy, that faint twitch to your limbs as the pleasure was building in the pit of your stomach. As you tightened around Natasha’s fingers you craved the release that you knew was so close. The way her eyes were locked on you almost made you melt under her gaze, the darkened green eyes and pink tinged cheeks making sure you definitely wanted to have your way with her after this.

You could feel it happening, allowing the sensation of your orgasm to consume you as it started to hit with another brush of your clit and a curl of Natasha’s fingers. A loud cry of her name echoed off the walls at the action, your teeth sinking into the side of her neck in a failed attempt to muffle the noise. You couldn’t catch your breath at the feeling of satisfaction that finally swept over your body, hands gripping at her shoulders and toes curling into the mattress as you relished the moment. Your thighs quivered slightly and you could feel your pussy clenching around Natasha’s fingers, the red head groaning in quiet appreciation at the sensation. It was exactly what you needed.

And just as her fingers were beginning to still, you could already feel the arousal rising again. The tingles of pleasure had barely subsided and you hadn’t even had a chance to catch your breath before you were hungry for more. Natasha seemed to notice it at the same time you did, not missing the way your eyes had clouded over with lust again.

You were filled with relief when you caught her smirking and her fingers started to slowly move again.

Yeah, Natasha was definitely the right person to help you with this problem.

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Find the morning after HERE

[redrobin-detective]

ahhh okay it’s nice to see someone else bothered by the “oh yeah Tim is just 100% cool with his undead childhood idol who he’s been punished for not being, trying to murder him and going Whoops! nevermind! or even just a stranger going making the Executive Decision that tim needs to do something for his “comfort”- it’s such a niche pet peeve of mine because I do really like Jason and Tim both, but holyshit y e a h

Tim and Jay do have such a fascinating relationship because Tim worshiped Robin Jay, most of what he does as Robin is through the lens of what his predecessor would have done. But at the same time, Tim is a Petty Bitch and also super protective of Robin as a concept. So the Titans Tower confrontation is so meaningful in their relationship bc Jay attacked not just Tim himself but the concept of Robin in general which is 70% of Tim's mental health at this point.

And even the stories where Jay breaks into the Tower, has a sudden and kinda OOC change of heart about his predecessor and decides to take care of him, Tim is NOT one to be coddled. This is the kid who invented a fake uncle so the man who has been acting as his dad for literal years wouldn't adopt him. Tim would not have stood for that shit nor would Jay, at the height of his rage and thirst for revenge, have contemplated such mercy. I respect the time and love that went into those stories and am glad people enjoy them but they always feel like different characters to me.

I, however, do want to see an honest to god relationship develop between Jay and Tim. I want Jay to be forced to recon with how bad his death left Bruce and how he likely wouldn't be alive without Tim stepping in. I want Jay to slowly, slowly, stop seeing Tim as a better, smarter, richer replacement, to seeing him as a competent vigilante then a sorta friend and eventually annoying little brother. I want Tim to slowly work through his massive trust and abandonment issues, to see him swallow his childhood worship for child Jason and get to know near adult Hood. They can get along, as people and heroes, but both of them are cagey and scarred and vicious when the need calls for it. That is the story I want to read.

[firegoddess96]

Love is Blind- Loki

Chapter 2:

Summery: You join an experiment for Shield Corp’s new dating app. You must see if you can find the one to spend your life with sight unseen. Your heart is set on Loki, but will your differences outweigh your love? Will you stand at the alter and say I DO? 

Pairing: Loki X Reader (Plus Size) 

Warnings: Talk of grief, Fluff, Eventual smut, Mutual pining, some angst.

The procession went on after I left Loki, I visited 6 more pods that day and spoke to some interesting characters. One was a timid man with a quite nature named Bruce, I had a feeling he wasn’t quite what he portrays himself to be, that there’s a great deal beneath those still waters. There were a few other that I couldn’t connect with. Tony, the narcissist who talked a great deal about physical appearance, highly unlikely to be a match there. Scott was another one, very energetic and friendly, but also reckless, he told me stories of his misspent youth. I prefer certainty and planning out my life instead of rolling the dice. Another one was Thor, who turned out to be Loki’s brother, seemed friendly and once I mentioned Loki he opened and even encouraged me to nourish that connection. I could feel the love and concern for Loki in his voice, it made me long for a sibling of my own, maybe Thor will be that for me as well. The other two weren’t really that interesting, nothing stood out to me other than Peter, the one who yelled at me for never having seen Footloose, the “greatest movie of all time”, and Clint, who was very neutral, only talking to me like you would a coworker, he even called me “bro”. 

 Finally, round one of the pods was over, having talked to 7 of the 14 men the ladies were all abuzz with gossip. I wasn’t really one for girl talk so I sat next to my new friends with a mug of warm chai tea. 

 Nat went on and on about Clint, she was drawn to his brash humor and reserved nature. They seemed like a good pair to be honest. 

 Pepper was complaining about Tony, his slightly sexist comments and innuendos were irking her, and she just couldn’t seem to shake him out of her mind. If I was a betting woman, I’d say those two are either getting married by the end of this or, more likely, getting engaged just to have intense hate sex and then crash and burn. Either way, there are in for a ride for sure. 

 Wanda blushingly gushed about a sweet man named Vis, drawn to his kind energy and somewhat gullible nature. I decided to take my visit with him to fish for his feelings for Wanda, I’m not the kind to stab another woman in the back, us girls gotta stick together, especially in here. 

 A cackle echoed through the room from a group of women in the other corner. Their loud comments as clear as if they were right next to me. 

 “He just sounds so perfect, like one of those gentlemen in the 40’s or 50’s who provide everything for their wife. I’d love to be spoiled and pampered.” Sharon’s annoyingly gushed. 

 Figures the self-centered one would want a man to dote on her hand and foot. God, I feel for that poor sap named Steve. 

 The group slowly dispersed to their separate suites, Nat and Y/n leaving next to last and going to their individual rooms.

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 The next morning Y/n woke up bright and early, very unlike her, excited for day two of the introductions. Dressed in denim shorts and a flowery top with cold shoulders, hair thrown up in a cute messy bun and a pair of tie-dye classic Reebok shoes. Finishing the look are your dark framed glasses. 

 The rest of the morning went by in a blur or excitement and stress from all the girls. Breakfast was practically inhaled off the island, and the coffee pods were almost empty, guess not many people slept well. Finally, all the women arrived at their first pods of the day, the lights turn green, and they all open their doors. 

 I enter the pod to hear a scratching sound. My brows scrunch in confusion. There is no other sound, just the scratching and maybe a shuffling of paper. 

 “Hello?” The scratching sound immediately stops, and a throat clears before I hear a rich deep voice reply.

 “Hello ma’am, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Steve.” His voice is deep but hesitant, almost shy, or embarrassed.

“So, you’re the one half the ladies are fussing over. Tell me mister popular, what’s your deal? How did you charm practically every woman you’ve talked to so far?” I teased.

 “Frankly?” He responded with a chuckle,” I have no clue. I just talked to them, asked them about themselves. The usual questions about family, job, hobbies. I’ve never been the pickup lines kind of guy.” 

 “Ok, I respect that. Smooth snarky comments aren’t everything, they often are used just to hide one’s own insecurities.” I looked down at my waist, remembering how I used to feel growing up being the “big” girl that no guys showed interest in. “I been guilty of that myself quite often.”

 “I know a little something about those too. I just prefer the honest route. I was the scrawny kid who had a mouth on him, didn’t know when to back down. Then I joined the army, got in shape, and ended up opening my own gym run by Veterans like myself. Even now, when I look in the mirror all I see is the tiny version of me that I hated.” There was a notable heavy pause. “Sorry, you probably have no idea what I’m going on about.” He tried to laugh off the awkward tension. 

 “Actually, I do know. I’m not, nor have I ever been tiny. The exact opposite in fact. I used to look in the mirror and I remember asking myself why I was so big, no matter how much I watch my diet, how many miles I ran, how much I could lift, I couldn’t get any smaller. I just would cry myself to sleep wondering why I didn’t look like everyone else.” Silent tears flow down my face, my voice trembling slightly. “But I realized that that was never in the cards for me. I kept a balanced diet and exercise, but I don’t care how many pounds are on the scale or how many x’s are before the word large on my clothes. I’m happy with the way I look, and I love myself. That’s what really matters.” 

 “You’re amazing.” His voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve changed the way I look entirely, and I still don’t really feel comfortable in my own skin. You were able to do what I never could. “

 “Accept myself?” I asked confused. 

 “Love myself.” He replied sadly. 

 “We’ll just have to work on that then. Won’t we?” I smiled, hopeful that I could help someone else love themselves, just as they are. 

 We went on for the remaining hour discussing our outlets for when we are feeling insecure. Turns out we have a similar love for art, and history. My obsessed monologue about the English monarchies was interrupted by the red light flashing. 

 “And I was just getting to Elizabeth! Well, I guess we’ll just start with her next time.” I huffed in fake agitation. 

 “I’ll remind you where we left off, her “daddy issues” as you called them.” His deep chuckle warming the room. 

 We went our separate ways out of our pods, and I went on to the next feeling hopeful. If I don’t find a husband, at least I’ll be leaving with some great new friends. Knowing no matter what, I love myself.