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—you meet jason at one of bruce’s charity galas and you fuck

—jason todd x f!reader

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"Honey, cross your legs."

"Honey, sit up straighter."

"Honey, we're at a gala, not a summer blowout in the Maldives."

These were just a few of the many phrases your mother chirped at you since you arrived at this stupid gala. You didn't even want to go, but your mother preached something about how, "we needed to be a united front since your father was going for reelection as a New York senator" or something like that.

It was stupid. Nobody gives a shit about familial ties; they care about your values, goals, and accolades. But there's no arguing with your mother; she's as stubborn as they come.

So, you'd sit pretty, legs crossed, with a pristine posture, biting your tongue when she says you could be sitting straighter or you could smile more. Granted, it was only a couple of hours, and if it kept your mother from turning the world around you into hell personified, you'd gladly plaster a rictus smile to appease her.

"Oh, there's Bruce!" Your mother quietly says between you and your father. "Let's go say hello," she says, gripping your hand and pulling you out of your chair, gesturing for your father to follow along.

Somewhere along the way, your parents move in front of you, sequestering you behind them. So once you all reach Bruce, he only takes notice of them, issuing a polite welcome and thanks for their attendance. Your mother swivels her head to see you tucked away behind her, bringing her hand out, gesturing for you to come in front.

"Hello, Mr. Wayne," you politely say, sticking your hand out, before introducing yourself. He grasps your hand with only a slight hesitation.

"Pardon my shock. I just haven't seen you since you were two," he confesses. You smile, pulling your hand back before your mother steps next to you and places her hand on your shoulder.

"She's grown quite a lot since then, Bruce. Still a little air-heady, but I'm hopeful the more she ages, the more my personality will rub off on her," she laughs, carefully wiping a piece of loose hair away from your face. You should feel offended, but the way her joke landed so poorly, making Bruce lightly cough the awkwardness away, made you feel pity.

"You know Selina," he says, filling in the silence, gently placing his hand on her waist as she delicately sticks her hand out for your father to shake.

Who wouldn't know Selina Kyle? She was drop-dead gorgeous but as sharp as they came. She was dressed to the nines in a designer black floor-length dress. It must have been Celine or Givenchy, so it was definitely over five thousand dollars, which is just pocket change to a guy like Bruce Wayne.

"Pleasure," she coos, pulling her hand away. Her gaze shifts to your mother, slightly narrowing her eyes. It seems your mother is oblivious to Selina's adversary towards her because she eagerly sticks her hand out, ready for Selina to shake.

"Selina. So good to see you." But, instead of shaking your mother's hand, she crossed her arms over her chest

"Mhm. I wish I could say the same," Selina sharply replied before Bruce put his hand on her shoulder in warning. You gave Selina a small smile, smothering it with your hand. She covered her own with her champagne glass as she took a sip.

"She's joking," Bruce amends, signaling for a waiter going around with glasses of alcohol. "Champagne?" He asks, reaching for two glasses from the waiter before handing them to your parents.

Before any more conversation can occur, a man calls for Bruce. "Bruce," The man says, "When do you want to start?" The man questions. Bruce picks up his arm, turning his wrist to check his watch.

"He said he'd be here by now," Bruce sighed, rubbing his temples with his fingers. His eyes were scanning around in search of something—rather someone. He does, however, spot Alfred, who he calls over and asks if he'd seen a guy named Jason.

"It was humorous of you to assume Master Todd would abide by your schedule, Master Wayne," Alfred remarks, his face stone-cold. Bruce checks the time on his watch again, then scans the crowd again.

"Just start the silent auction. I suppose Jason will come when he comes," Bruce suspires, clearly agitated. "See you at the auction," he chimes to you and your parents as he sticks his arm out for Selina to take.

"See you," your mother cheerfully says, though you know the cheeriness is just a facade because once Bruce and Selina walk away, your mother instantly drops the smile.

"Can you believe that woman? She was a criminal for God's-sake. She should be thankful that people like us even mingle with her." Your mother scoffs at your father. He hums along, paying relatively no mind to what she is saying.

While she goes on a tangent about how Selina is just using Bruce to get to his billions, you notice a dark figure heading toward the fire escape that you assume leads to the roof. You don't know why, but your brain is fluttering with the idea that you must follow it. So, you do just that.

"I have to use the bathroom," you interrupt, gently touching your mother's hand. You turn your head away from her, not bothering to turn back when she calls your name.

You walk around a corner to see the fire escape latch slightly ajar. Reaching out, you grasp the level and push it out, quickly feeling the chilly Gotham air touch your cheeks.

Once your foot touches the stone with a 'clack' from your heels, you see the dark figure lying down, smoke clouding around him. He glances over at you, taking a drag of his cigarette and letting out a cloud of smoke.

"Didn't think pretty girls would come up here." This mystery guy's voice is deep, and judging by his figure, you can tell he's lanky.

"You know the latch and all."

"Are you calling me incompetent?" You cock a brow, hand on your hip with your purse in hand.

"No, I'm callin' you pretty," he says casually, taking another drag of his cigarette, not sparing you another glance. You hate to admit it, but this guy is pretty smooth, but you wouldn't tell him that.

"Who are you?" You ask, taking a few steps toward him and only turning your head to look at the night sky, which is aglow with billions of little stars. You see all the high-rise buildings, light illuminating the dark streets. It's a shame Gotham is so corrupt and unlawful.

"I should be askin' you that, seeing as you’re on my roof," he tentatively says. You can just feel the smugness in his tone, making you roll your eyes.

"You're a Wayne?" You question, arms crossed, slowly stepping closer to him.

"Somethin' like that I guess," he shrugs, which makes you let out a light laugh.

"You guess? You don't know your own family lineage?" You joke, moving to sit not completely next to him but close enough that you could feel the smoke in your nose. You could also see the outline of his face—strong jaw, pretty eyes, fluttery lashes, and nice lips.

"Why are you so curious?" He glances at you with a sly smirk on his lips. You look at him, then at the cigarette in between his fingers.

"You know smoking kills," you inform, pointing towards the cigarette. He lays his head back on the roof, his lips curving into a smirk before retaking another drag.

"You know what else kills? Poking your head around where you don't belong," he puffs out the smoke as he speaks. You turn your head away from him, trying to conceal your smile. This guy is something else, you think.

"Jason," he adds.

Your eyes widen, and your lips quirk. "Ah, you're Jason." You drag out the 'you're,' getting Jason to turn his head towards you. An inquisitive look is plastered on his face.

"So you've heard of me?" He cockily says.

"I know enough about you to know you're flakey," you raise a brow. He lets out a soft laugh.

"Mr. Wayne was looking for you, and so was everyone else," you clarify.

"Oh, please don't tell on me," he fake pleads, clearly being sarcastic. "Especially to Mr. Wayne."

You roll your eyes, though your lips threaten to smile. "I'm sensing some sarcasm."

"Well, aren't you just a modern-day Poirot.”

You widen your eyes, raising your hands. "Wait, wait. You read classic literature?" You gawk, hand coming to your chest.

"I dabble," he shrugs nonchalantly. You eye him, lip quirking.

"Well, aren't you just full of surprises?" You say, holding your two fingers out, gesturing to his cigarette. "Let me take a puff," you insist.

"Ah, ah," he tuts. "What happened to 'smoking kills?'" He raises a brow, taking a puff of the cigarette himself.

"Sue me, but I'm curious," you shrug. He eyes you, wondering if you're joking. He gives you his cigarette anyway. You take a long drag, feeling the smoke cloud your lungs.

"Easy, easy," Jason warns. "Don't take too much, or you'll—"��Before he can finish, you start violently coughing, feeling your eyes well up with tears. "Cough," he finishes, taking the cigarette from your hand as you go to cover your mouth.

"You like this shit?" You say through harsh coughs.

"You get used to it," he answers, not paying attention to the question. He's more concerned about you. "You okay?" His tone isn't condescending—it carries empathy.

"Ya, ya. Took too much," you shyly smile, hiccuping a little, turning your head to look directly at him. He laughs lowly. His laugh is deep and gravelly but still sounds kind. You gulp. God, were you getting turned on by a laugh?

You were facing him head-on, and even in the shitty lighting, you could see the way his Adam's apple bobbed up and down and the way his jaw clenched. Your eyes slowly drift down his face, falling on his lips. He had stuck his tongue on his lips to wet them, giving them a glistening sheen.

"Are you thinkin' about me?" His voice is dry. You sharply move your eyes to bore into his, sticking your tongue out to wet the seam of your own lips.

"And what if I am?" You challenge. Suddenly, you can feel your own heartbeat, and your hands are clammy. You can see the gears in his brain working, trying to figure you out.

"Well, are you?" He asks roughly, putting his cigarette out on the roof. You search his eyes, gently biting your lip. His eyes follow you the whole time.

"Guess," you quipped. You hadn't realized you had scooted closer to him, close enough to where he could if he wanted to touch you. This little banter you guys had was getting you wetter by the minute. It was odd. You'd never even met this guy, but you would let him kiss you, maybe even more.

His gaze drifts from your eyes to your lips. "If I were to put my hand under your dress, what would I find?" He gruffly says. Your eyes drift back to his lips, and you bite your own as your chest rises and falls rapidly.

"What would I find?" He urges a little more assertively this time. You rapidly avert your eyes back to him, taking note of the blue hue in his eyes, which has seemingly grown darker.

"Maybe you should find out, Jason," you encourage. Once you give him the go, he's quick to move closer, crushing his lips to yours roughly. It was unlike anything you've ever felt before—like a ton of dynamite just erupted in you, leaving you feeling a buzz on your skin.

You reached up to grab the back of his neck, pushing him further on your lips. He groans as you sink one of your hands into his hair, gripping your waist in his hands and pulling you so you straddle his lap.

"Do you hook up with every girl you just meet?" You murmur into his lips, slipping your tongue between the seam of his moist lips.

"You hook up with every guy you just meet?" He imitates, in between breaths, gripping your waist tighter as you tug on the roots of his hair harder.

"Touché," you whisper, breathing labored as he presses deep kisses down your neck. He works his way down until he is kissing the top of your breast. Slowly, he brings his hands up to slip the strap of your dress down, exposing your breasts.

He kisses a straight line down the top of your breast to your sensitive nipple. His mouth is hot on your skin, especially in a place so sensitive. You moan as his mouth fully encompasses your nipple, lightly sucking, sending goosebumps down your skin.

You reach for his tie, grab it with your hand, hurriedly untie it, and throw it to the side before carefully undoing the few buttons on his jacket.

"It's a shame no one got to see your suit," you murmur as Jason returns his lips to yours, pressing feverish kisses into them before slipping his tongue into your mouth.

"Ya? Why's that?" He mumbles against your lips, as his hands fumble with his zipper trying to pull it down. You slid the jacket off of Jason's shoulder.

"Because you look fucking hot," you say, looking into his eyes, noticing the way his pupils dilate, hunger written all over his face. He quickly slips his slacks down, along with his boxers. Fumbling with the pocket of his jacket, he grabs a condom.

"Really?" You scowl, as he rips open the gold packaging with his teeth, slipping it on himself.

"What? Don't give me that look," he urges, pooling your dress up around your waist, sliding your panties to the side, as he guides the head of his cock inside your glistening cunt.

"Don't act like it didn't come in handy," he appeals as his cock slips inside you easily. You both groan at the contact, gripping each other tighter.

"Fuck, you were wet. Just slipped right in," he grits as you rock yourself against him, desperate for more friction. His hand is in your hair, pushing your face towards his to share messy, hot kisses as his other hand helps you set a pleasurable pace.

You throw your head back as he thrusts into you, eliciting a moan from you. "Fuck, Jason," you mewl as you feel his lips back on your breast, sucking and nipping with his teeth. Your hands grip tighter in his hair, hoping this will give you some kind of stability.

"Feels so good. So fuckin' good," Jason groans as he feels you clamp around him. You press your lips back to his, aching to feel the vibrations of his groans against your face. He grips the sides of your face to deepen the kiss, his teeth clashing with your own.

You continue going up and down on his cock, occasionally he thrusts himself into you to satisfy his urges and lets you grind against him to chase your own high. He takes your nipple into his mouth one last time before you moan so loud you're surprised the Gotham City Police isn't called, and Jason is spewing curses and groans as you both come.

Your bodies are both buzzing and twitching. Chests heaving so heavily you're suprised your hearts didn't just bust straight out of your chests. Jason pulls out once you aren't panting as hard, guiding you off his cock as you fix your dress. He slips the condom off, groaning at the touch, before tying it at the end. Then, he slips his jacket back on along with his slacks.

You haphazardly stand, holding onto Jason's shoulder to keep your balance. Once you gain stability, you awkwardly cough out a bye, unsure on how to make this any less weird and head back towards the fire escape. You only turn when you hear him say something. Turning on your heels, you look back at him, still in the same spot.

"I, uh, never caught your name?" He yells, his hand scratching the back of his neck.

"Didn't throw it, Jason," you shout back, making a lopsided smile grow on his face. Then, turning to go back through the fire escape, you catch a smile spread across your face as well.

Maybe being forced to attend one of Bruce Wayne's galas wasn't so bad.

a/n: jason todd = thought daughter

reblogs & comments are encouraged!

[vodrae]

Me writing fanfiction on Batman: Nooo, i can't say that, it's too much far away from canon

Tumblr: Did you know that in an alternate universe there is a Cthulu Batman ?

Me: So, Jason being raised by the Sirens.

[mylifeisfruk4ever]

"What the fuck?"

Selina felt that those three words were enough to describe her whole relationship with Bruce Wayne. First as Batman, then as Bruce.

She had thought there might be something between them. Luckily it had passed, and a weird friendship had developed between them. Which might make some people turn up their noses since she was a thief and he was a vigilante but Bruce hasn't been so uptight lately and as long as Selina didn't kill and steal only who deserved it, they were fine.

Still, what the heck?

"Oh, Brucie is growing up," Harley said, all too pleased.

She was upright on the bed, while Pamela sat on the other side trimming her nails, seemingly ignoring the ongoing conversation.

Fuck house arrest for both of them. Why had she accepted? Oh yeah, they were friends.

Alsp, Bruce hoped that with her, Pamela and Harley could direct their impulses towards more correct forms of fighting for their principles, without involving innocent people.

So far it wasn't going to be great, but at least Harley had dumped her clown ex, for good this time, so it was a win.

(Probably more thanks to Pamela than her, but details.)

"Let me get this straight…you, mister, I don't look anyone in the face and if you talk to me for more than five minutes I'll start crying, you want….I can't believe I'm about to say it…learn how to seduce a man."

"Exactly," Bruce replied, as he petted one of Selina's cats.

"Just…why?"

"Who cares?" Harley broke in.

"He finally wants to step outside his boundaries! You have my respect!"

"It's not about going outside my boundaries. It's about planetary security."

"Really?" Selina said, half joking.

"Superman is powerful enough to destroy the planet."

This knocked Harley over, and Pamela finally stopped pretending not to pay attention.

Selina didn't know whether to laugh hysterically or slap him on the head, "Do you want to seduce Superman?!"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"To discover his weaknesses and use them against him when his powers drive him insane."

"Wow, talking about trust issues," was Harley's comment.

"I like to be prepared," Bruce said.

"What did the boy scout do to make you fear that he might become world dictator at the slightest provocation?"

The man pouted adorable, and grumbled. Selina still wasn't an expert at translating each other's mumbling but she swore it was something like smiling too much, and I don't trust him, he's got something to hide.

Harley said, "Isn't Superman having an affair with that reporter? Lois Lane?"

"She is General Lane's daughter. A close relationship is not advisable."

"She seems to know him well. Why don't you ask her?"

"She wouldn't answer me, so as not to betray him. Everyone says he's a hero."

"And you obviously don't believe it," Selina suspected.

"No."

"What makes you think he might be interested in men?" Selina asked him.

Harley laughed, "Cupcake, no completely straight man would wear pants that tight."

"Same conclusion I came to."

Oh good. The fate of the world was entrusted to a pair of tight trousers.

"Besides, I've done some research on him, and I might be his type. At least physically. What I lack is the ability to seduce him to lower his defenses and believe me harmless."

"Ability you think we have?" Selina asked, not sure whether to feel offended or not.

"Gotham is very sexist," Bruce said.

"You did your best to manipulate men who thought they knew better."

Pamela smiled, "I'm liking this one."

“I told you Brucie's one of the good ones,” Harley genuinely smiled as she said it.

"And he's a weirdo, like us."

Selina wanted to moan. This is what happens when you make friends with strange vigilantes. She said, "So Superman has a thing for brunettes. Good to know. Have you thought about what to do in case your brilliant plan fails?"

"It won't fail," he said confidently.

"You don't know," she insisted, trying to give him some common sense. A futile undertaking, it was Bruce she was talking to.

"Superman is overconfident. He will fall into the net."

"Definitely not dressed like that honey," Harley commented, taking a long look to Bruce.

"What's wrong with the way I'm dressed?"

"You look like a creepy stalker," Selina said. Army jacket, hat, scarf to cover her face and mascara for her eyes. Bruce was a walking fashion insult. They're definitely going to have to fix his wardrobe, make him wear things that flatter his body and…

Oh god, she was totally on board with that plan, right?

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[distort-opia]

Summary:

When Selina opens the door, it doesn't take Bruce long to notice the traces of him, strewn across her apartment. What proves the most difficult is putting them out of his mind. Takes place during Batman/Catwoman (2021) #7, in the Past.

Or, 3k words of fic exploring the implications of that one infamous panel:

[fanfic-writer-and-rambler]

Selina walks over to Barbara Gordon and Bruce Wayne as the two are chatting. She holds her breath for a few seconds and then comes out with it.

Selina: Be honest with me you two, did... Did you guys have sex on a rooftop a few years ago?

Bruce stifles his laughter and then falls to the ground as Barbara Gordon looks at her horrified.

Barbara (caught off guard): What?

Selina: It's been spread around in the villain circuit a lot. Basically you guys had sex on a roof before Barbs, won't be mad if your honest Barbs, got paralyzed by the Joker.

Barbara: Selina... We didn't do that!

Bruce: I wouldn't do that with her, it hurts to laugh, I... I can't! What the hell, people believed that rumor?

Bruce rushes to the fridge to get water while he laughs.

Barbara glares at Bruce.

Barbara: It's not funny! That man is a whole other second dad to me. I would rather eat a cactus. Why are their rumors I fucked either of them?!

Selina: You didn't have a love affair with Dick Grayson either?

Bruce laughs harder, falling back to the ground corpseing.

Barbara: See what you've caused, they do this every time it's brought up. Who did you even hear the... Yuck with Bruce from?

Selina (sheepishly): Funny story... Joker said it happened.

Bruce on the ground: You believed the Joker? Hahahahaha, it hurts my ribs.

Bruce sighs staying on the ground.

Bruce: Seriously, Joker is insane so he lied.

Bruce chuckled some more.

Selina (blushing and pinches the bridge of her nose): Damn it.

Barbara: Yeah. No offe- Big offense to Bruce, but he's the age of my dad and even if we were the same age, yeah nah!

Barbara shakes her head with disgust.

Bruce: I am not even mad, you're like my step daughter.

Barbara: See! As for the rumor of me and blue bird hooking up, we went out on a few dates and I was like 'Holy crap we are not compatible' he agreed. We never slept together!

Selina: Not once? Not in a shed-

Barbara: I will roll over your foot. Try me.

Bruce (stands up, wiping a tear from his eyes): I needed that laugh. Thank you Selina.

Selina keeps her blush actually embarrassed.

Selina: I've never felt ashamed like this, but I am because I believed Joker. I have to lay down.

Selina walks out of the kitchen, but turns back to the two.

Selina: My question never leaves this room and sorry for asking it the way I did.

Bruce (sitting back down): It's fine, I've been asked weirder questions.

Barbara (removing her glasses to rub her frustrated eyes): Same. What would you do if we did, in a parallel time line where pigs fly, did say yes to your question?

Selina (with no hesitation): Dumped Bruce, I'm into freaky and kinky stuff, but not that. I've dealt with too many men who've had the step daughter fantasy. I'm glad he's not that freaky.

Bruce: Oh, I'm doing something right.

Barbara (facepalms): Oh my God.

Selina: I'll leave you guys alone.

Selina leaves.

Bruce (turning to Barbara): I mean it too, you're like my daughter and I'd never hurt my daughter.

Barbara (happy): Thanks Bruce, okay let's return to our talk- you give me 5000 every two weeks and I'll work overtime at both jobs.

Bruce: This price is too high.

Barbara: You pay Jason that every month.

Bruce: Don't bring my boy into this.

Barbara and Bruce laugh.

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Lol Danny as Phantom trying to summon Jazz as a prank and accidentally summons one of the bats instead. Danny and the bat in question just stare at eachother for a second, eyes flicking between the other person and the obvious Lazarus green summoning circle.

The bat asks a question but before they can even finish Danny yells, "wrONG NUMBER" and breaks the summoning circle thus sending the bat back to wherever they were at the point of summoning.

Danny assumes he must have gotten something wrong and tries again and this time succeeds in summoning Jazz who is very disgruntled at his prank.

This goes on with Danny accidentally summoning various bats by accident and batcow one time while trying to summon cujo. It isn't until Nightwing gets sent back again that he mentions what was happening to him every so often to the others that they all realize they had been summoned multiple times. Batman is freaking out because all his kids??? Got summoned through some kinda magic circle??? And no one told him what was going on???

Bruce also wondered why he wasn't summoned but all the other bats were. The kid who kept summoning them didn't seem like a threat but it was all to suspicious and unnerving.

Danny was getting annoyed. Who were these people and why did they appear everytime he tried to use a spell thats supposed to summon siblings? Is he adopted or something? Mom and Dad never had the greatest relationship with him and his sister but this is something they would tell him, right?

Right?

Bonus: One time he uses the circle while he's in danger to summon his mom so she can beat up Vlad who's gone completely off the rails. He makes sure he's in his living form and looks all weak and small as possible.

This turned out to be a mistake as either Catwoman or Talia Al Ghul appears(writers choice). Danny is confused but mis bio mom recognized him immediately and Vlad gets obliterated. Depending on the choice Vlad is either Souped or Killed and Danny gets kidnapped regardless.

[timothvy]

catlad montage for my fanfic (which i just finished wow!)

Nine Lives by Timothvy on ao3

Summary:

When confronted with the idea that there is someone or something specifically targeting the heroes of Gotham Red Robin turns to Catwoman for help. He takes on the title of Catlad and together they try to uncover the mystery eating Gotham alive from the inside all while the Batfamily realizes Red Robin is missing.

[opheliawillowbrook]

Scene 1

Damian stared into his black coffee, the bottom of the cup reminding him of a shallow abyss he could drown in. Still, he could feel her sharp blue eyes on him, their glare like a blade to his throat. He hated when Rose stared at him like that. Like she knew the gut-wrenching turmoil that raged in his stomach—that he knew he fucked up, but she’d hold him accountable, anyway. The way his mother looked at him when she was disappointed, like a razor ready to lash across his jugular: how dare he fail ? How dare he nearly be human? 

“So you took out Markov and Zatara,” she said, as if his efforts weren’t nearly enough. Rose was the last person to scold him over spilled blood; her beef laid with him failing to save Raven. “Too bad you dragged your feet. Maybe if you’d gotten back sooner, we wouldn’t be sitting here.” Damian opened his mouth to speak, but she wouldn’t allow it. “Don’t even try to sell me some shit that your hands were tied. Do you have any idea what the last month has been like because you took a sledgehammer to that poor girl’s life? Then had the nerve to bail?”

“I didn’t mean--”

“I don’t care, Damian,” Rose grimaced. “I don’t care how long you were in that river, or held up in the cabin. And I don’t give a shit how many of your ribs are still broken. What I care about is that your choices got us here.”

He felt his chest fall with a heavy breath: she wasn’t wrong. “I know, and I will pay for that—I already am.”

“Raven dying isn’t good enough,” she scowled. “Not only is it not enough, but it’s not fair. It should be you in that box—in the ground… and don’t tell me it shouldn’t.”

“That’s not what I—”

“I DON’T CARE!” Rose blurted, catching the attention of the coffee shop goers. She quickly regretted her outburst, feeling the curious and annoyed set of eyes on them. Likely assuming the two were in the midst of a lovers’ quarrel, teetering on the brink of parting ways. If only it were that simple. “I don’t care,” she repeated, evening her tone. 

Damian said nothing and peered into his coffee again; his guilt was enough to devour him. The only thing keeping him from committing to joining her in that long sleep was avenging her. “So, how do you suppose I fix this?”

“You can’t,” Rose said flatly. “What’s done is done. There’s no undoing death. All you can do is end this.”

“And that’s exactly what I intend to do,” he assured, half at a loss. “But I can’t do it alone. I’ll need help.”

Rose looked back at him and leaned back in her chair, her eyes not leaving him. “Good thing I have a score to settle.”

“That makes two of us.”

“And so we join forces once more.”

[baambastic]

Starting a new Billy Batson fic! Starring Selina Kyle!

Chapters: 1/?

Fandom: Shazam! | Captain Marvel (Comics), Catwoman (Comics), Batman (Comics), DCU (Comics)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences 

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply 

Relationships: Billy Batson & Selina Kyle, Billy Batson & Tim Drake, Tim Drake & Selina Kyle 

Characters: Selina Kyle, Billy Batson, Tim Drake, Leslie Thompkins, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd 

Additional Tags: character tags are not extensive, Billy Batson-centric, Selina Kyle POV, Billy Batson is Captain Marvel, Jason Todd is Robin, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Tim Drake is Catlad | Stray, Alternate universe - canon divergent, Canon-Typical Violence, secret identity shenanigans, so so SO much of that, Injury Recovery, Medical Conditions, Medical Inaccuracies, Billy Batson Has Lichtenberg Figures, Billy Batson is a little shit, Billy Batson is Allergic to Being Watched Over By Adults, tim drake is not a stalker, Jack and Janet Drake are Not Fanon Levels of Neglectful, Billy Batson and Captain Marvel are Separate Personalities, no beta we die like a cat with eight lives to spare 

Series: Part 2 of Tossing Billy Batson at adults like a very round plushie

Summary:

Selina Kyle has a major score in the works, one that will have her set for years to come. But those plans become a lot more complicated when she finds a mysterious kid who’s been struck by lightning on a clear night. Thanks to her sympathetic streak, Selina finds herself stuck taking care of this kid while he recovers from his injuries. She’s trying to keep her illegal activities secret from him, he’s clearly keeping a ton of secrets from her, including his real name. Each of them is roping the other into their own brands of trouble; who knows if they’ll be able to handle it all?

[batboysoneshots]

VALENTINES DAY SPECIAL (BatCat)

Happy Valentines day, I'm writing this because I can't spend this day with my Girlfriend so I'm updating for all you lonely people.

Summary: Bruce and Selina go on a date on Valentines day, all is going well until...

"Move your head undead I can't see!"

"Well excuse me Demon I want to see too" *shuffling sounds* "ow that's my foot!" "Sorry not sorry goldie" *Bruce glares at the table*

Third person pov...

It was Valentines day in Gotham City, the usual crime ridden city seemed happier for once, Couples old and young were out celebrating together.

In Wayne manor in the master bedroom. Bruce was getting ready, he had a date with Selina Kyle that evening

The usual stoic vigilante was fussing about his outfit in the mirror.

He untied the bow again ans redid it, huffing he repeated the process.

"You know you'll be fine right" comes a voice from behind him, jumping slightly cursing himself that he didn't hear him come up behind.

Sighing the man turns around tie undone. Alfred smiles at the man and walks closer. Bruce turns back to the mirror and fiddles with his bow tie again.

Alfred pulls his hands away and starts tying it for him, Bruce looks up and away from the Butler. "I don't know why im nervous, it's Selina for god sake" he mumbles angerly to himself, Alfred pats the young man's cheek.

Blue eyes looks into his, with a closes eyed smile Alfred speaks. "You're nervous because you lover her and wa t the date to go well Sir" Says the older man, Bruce smiles at the man and pats his shoulder.

"You're right as always Alfred, thanks he says Alfred smiles at his 'son' "of course sir, now you must be off or you'll be late" he tells the man, Bruce's blue eyes widened.

He grabbed his coat, hat and bouquet for Selina. "See you later be good boys!" He yells into the manor before running to his car. Alfred waved from the door as the car became smaller and smaller.

As he closed the door we was ambushed by the boys. Back against the door with Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian all looking at him the Butler raised his eyebrows.

"No boys, I will not be telling you anything. Now off you pop and leave your Father alone" he tells the boys, before walking to the kichen. The boys all looked at each other before running to the cave.

Dick stands with his hands in his hips. "Shall we go see how Bruce's date is going?" He asks his brothers. Jason grins "do you have yo ask dickiebird" The four boys use the tracker in thr car Bruce was using and found where he was meeting Selina.

With Bruce and Selina...

The man and woman are sat a table in a semi fancy restaurant, both have large smiles on their faces, surround by other happy couples.

"So how are the boys?" Asks the beautiful woman, Bruce takes a sip of his wine then smiles he loves talking about his son's. "They're doing great, Tim's Top at everything in school, Dick just started working at the bludhaven police force, Jason got his masters degree in literature, Damian has started Gotham academy" he tells her, his voice filled with emotion.

Selina smiles and takes his hand in hers "you sure are proud of them" she says sipping at her glass. Bruce smiles at her captured by her beauty. He was very happy when she agreed to go on a date with him, knowing she liked Batman more.

Suddenly he heard familiar voices squabbling behind them. "Move your head undead I can't see!"

"Well excuse me Demon I want to see too" shuffling is heard, as if someone was climbing over someone else.

"ow that's my foot!" "Sorry not sorry goldie" now knowing exactly who it was behind them Bruce turns his Dad glare on full.

"Boys"

Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian all stilled and visibly gulped. Slowly entangling themselves from the table and menus they were hiding behind, the 4 boys made their way towards their pissed of Dad and his beautiful Date.

Bruce dad glared at his sons as they stood single file next to his and Selinas table. Arms crossed he looked at his eldest for a excuse. Infront of him Selina was hiding her smiling face.

Dick swallows thickly a grin on his face. "Hi B didn't see you there, we were just-" "-how did you four get in here only couples are allowed tonight" Says Bruce in a tired Dad voice.

Damian pips up. "We are not stupid father, we bribed the person at the desk-" Jason covers the 11 year old face shutting him up, the 16 year old turns his smile to Bruce.

The man sighs and covers his face with his have before turning to apologise to Selina, then the woman bursts out in a fit if laughter. "It's okay Bruce, I'm not made instead I'm surprised, they are just protective over you" she tells the man through her laughter.

The man turns to his sons who have bowed heads and visible blush on their ears, suddenly the man was smiling and pulling his four boys into a hug. "Thank you boy, but I am okay " he tells them.

"We know and we accept" whisper Dick making the man blush and quick sit down again in his chair. The boys soon left the two alone and drove back to the Manor.

Still blushing Selina leans over and kisses the man on his bright red cheek a smirk on her red lips. "Thank you for such an entertaining date Bruce" she whispers to him, Bruce smiles at the woman.

"I had no idea they would go that far I'm sorry Selina" he tells her as they stand finished with their meal. Arm in arm they walk out of the restaurant and to Bruce's car.

Selians stops just as they get to the door. "How about this make it up to me with another date" she tells him, Bruce nods his head eagerly, the blonde woman smiles and kisses him fully on the lips.

Cheering is heard from thr car park.

"Woo go Selina!"

"I knew it cough it up Todd!"

"That's cheating, now im out of 20 dollars"

"We are happy for you two"

Bruce blushes bright red again twisting his head to the voices of his sons. "You little shit, I'm telling Alfred about you!" He yells shaking his clenched fist their way making the boys burst out in laughter Selina joining in.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot! I enjoyed writing it. Sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes

Request are open!

Word count: 1127

[association-of-ideas]

Working Titles for Current Works in Progress:

Prostitution is only illegal if you're getting paid — Tim develops an alternate identity as a prostitute to gather intel where the rest of his family can't. He gets way in over his head.

Home Alone, but with Bats — After watching Home Alone once in first grade, Tim makes the connection that he's just like Kevin McCallister and uses that to help Batman . . . by impersonating Batman.

Projecting onto a white boy — Literally what the name implies, including anecdotes from my life. Tim never stood a chance.

Mama Bear Bruce — Brucie Wayne and his journey through parenthood as told by the people of Gotham. Bear facts included.

Paging Dr. Hills — After realizing that pretending to be a med student in residency requires more than basic field medicine, Tim gets a doctorate.

Boys can be girls, too — Nothing Tim does seems to get through to Bruce. Being Robin isn't nearly as effective as he'd hoped. Being Batgirl, on the other hand . . .

Eldest Daughter Syndrome and Corresponding Symptoms — Dick gets hit with the Eldest Daughter stick™ and struggles so much. I am not sorry.

As the World Falls Down — Despite being welcomed back into the family with open arms, Jason doesn't fit in the space he left behind. Based on the Labyrinth (1986).

When my claws were close enough to hurt you — Selina Kyle isn't a mother, but life doesn't seem to agree with her. Instead, it throws the baby she gave up right back at her and she has Feelings™ about it.

Is this affection? — Bruce tells Damian he needs to stop trying to kill Tim and Damian interprets it in a weird way. Tim is even more convinced the kid is plotting his death.

[madam-miss-fortune]

OK so I'm reading this au Bruce/Selina adopt all the kids fic, and in it the Joker's birth name is so fricking fitting that I can't stop thinking about it.

It's an au so there are no heroes or anything, buuut the Joker is still a crazy bastard. His name here is Joseph 'Joe' Kerr. And guys, I didn't realize that was ever a name for him. I've seen Jack Napier or Jack White, but Joe Kerr as his real name is another level of lunacy that really fits him haha.

Now I know where he got Joker from lol. His parents naming him that was just a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Here's the fic for anyone who wants to read it.

[batfam-fanfics]

Injustice: Stray AU (Year One) by SpiritFighter88

23 Chapters - 68042 words

The events of Injustice but with Tim Drake as Stray.

[mylifeisfruk4ever]

Green Lantern @EarthMostGreenHero✓

You can't understand what it means to live until you see Batman in the gym while he trains. Folks, that man is the original dilf. Johnny Depp who? I would totally eat him.

 

Flash @TheOriginal ✓

Dude, are you drunk?

Green Lantern @EarthMostGreenHero✓

I might have a concussion. But hey, I'm seeing something worth living for. 10/10, I recommend it.

 

Flash @TheOriginal ✓

I hope Nightwing doesn't see this tweet.

 

Green Lantern @EarthMostGreenHero✓

Come on, he's still a kid. What could he do?  

 

Flash @TheOriginal ✓

It's official. You're stupid.

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[misssharrington]

— ✧ ˚ · bad luck !!

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summary: Catalina was an orphan - a stray cat. She didn't even have a last name. She was no one, invisible. Until she wasn't. Until she finally broke, and decided to make a name for herself, make everyone know just exactly who she was; a wildcard. An unknown, unpredictable factor of the world she lived in. She loved the chaos she brought. She loved it up until the day she was arrested, and loved it even more while she rotted in jail. Her mark was left on the world, and she was proud. But now the family who abandoned her have come crawling back, asking for her help. So, does she say no, and continue to live the rest of her days in prison, or say yes, and have a second chance at life?

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[fanfic-writer-and-rambler]

Selina: Batsy, I'm glad you paid and are helping my new cats get spayed, neutered, chipped and let them stay at your house.

Bruce: It's what I do. You're my girlfriend after all.

Selina: Love you too, one issue, three of them are missing. I know because the chips show three at different houses. Did you let some of the kids take care of them?

Bruce: Why... Why are you asking?

Selina: Well I left you with seven of them. Damian said he'd watch them, but-

Bruce (coming up with a lie): You know what, I did let some of them watch the cats. You said three, right?

Selina: Yeah, it's fine though. I trust your kids, but next time tell me, okay babe?

Bruce: That I will, can I see the tracker for a moment?

Selina: Sure. It's connected to the chips and you can see the addresses they're at. Seems Isabelle is with Dick, Astronaut is with Jason and Batsy is with... Hmm Barbara. Huh? Didn't think she liked cats.

Bruce (laughing nervously): That is something she is into. One moment, please.

Bruce runs out of the room with his phone, to a secret room in the manor and sets up a three-way call for the culprits.

Dick: Hey Bruce.

Barbara: Is this important?

Jason: Is it, because I'm busy!

Bruce: Why? Why did you take her freaking cats without asking me!

Dick: ...

Barbara: ...

Jason: ...the only cat I have is Austen.

Two different meows are heard in the background of his call.

Bruce: Let me make this clear, I can tell when you are lying!

Dick (relenting): I'm sorry, she's so cute and precious and makes air biscuits! Damian couldn't take care of all of them so I just decided to borrow her until she has to go home.

Jason: Once he took one I thought he was ri- right and I stepped up and did my civic duty as a "hero" to take care of Astronaut, who is so fluffy and plump! Oh God, did I say that out loud.

Bruce (exhausted, but smiling): You two caved, Barbara what's your defense? You said you didn't like cats.

Barbara: Give me a break, Batsy is adorable.

Jason: You took the black hairless one? It looks like a plucked chicken.

Barbara: Sphinx cats are valid cute cats and he like snuggles. I'm snuggling him currently and he's wearing a sweater. I will take care of him until he has to go back with Selina I promise! God he's so cute!

Batsy is heard meowing softly in the background.

Bruce laughs surprising his kids and Barbara.

Barbara: You're not mad?

Bruce: No this is fucking funny to me. You could've taken some in, just ask next time.

Dick: You're not going to let us live this down, are you?

Bruce: Nope. Bring them back next Thursday.

Bruce ends the call while continuing to chuckle.

Bruce: I love this insane family.