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kumori-suwan · 4 months
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Batboys Arranged Marriage Series (Part 2): When They Try to Apologize but You Have Another Idea
Featuring: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne
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Dick Grayson
He’d said so much in just a few cruel words and now he had to live with the guilt of your broken heart. In the span of a few weeks after the fight you’d changed all because of him. Your eyes no longer glowed at the sight of him, you didn’t seem shy or nervous anymore, you hardly even acknowledge him. It was his fault he knew that but the worst part of all was the way you were slowly taking yourself out of the picture, you picked up a new shift at work, an early morning one that kept you well over twelve hours. Dick would wake up to an empty apartment and would leave an empty apartment by the time patrol started. You became a ghost in your shared home, the only evidence of you being home was your shoes at the door or dishes in the sink.
“She’s pulling away from me…I messed up. I royally screwed this up.”, Dick sighed, running his fingers through his raven locks.
Ever since the fight he decided to break things off with Kori, your words had struck a chord in his heart and the wheels in his head finally started to turn. He realized that he was the cause of your misery and reflected on it, he wanted to change and be better for you but how could he if you avoided him like the plague. You were a human, a woman with a big heart that just wanted to love and be loved.
‘I’m trying to be worthy…it’s not fair that I’m the only one putting in effort…I have to beg to go out on a date…-‘
Your words and tears had become ingrained into his mind, forcing him to continually remember the pain he’s caused you. Ideas and thoughts floated around in his brain, trying to think of the best plan of action to apologize and make things right between you two.
“A date…a date should be a good start.”, he thought aloud.
Dawning his Nightwing uniform he waited patiently for you to come home, according to the ring camera you always arrived home at about 12:40 in the morning. He waited patiently for you to arrive, the pamphlet for a fancy restaurant you’d mentioned to Bruce a few weeks ago now sitting in his hands. His eyes softened to the sight of your photo hanging up on the wall, a smile so genuine and bright making you glow in the frame. He wanted to be the reason you smiled like that…he just hoped that it wasn’t to late to fix his mistake and take back what he said. The lock to the front door clicked open as you walked in from another grueling twelve hour shift.
Your eyes were sunken in from the lack of sleep, your cheeks flushed red with a fever, and your skin pale from lack of self care. “(Y/n)?”, a quiet voice called to you.
You looked up, the blurry image of black and blue hazy before your eyes. “What are you doing here?”, you sighed, rubbing the sleep from your tired eyes.
He wants to say so much, hiding the pamphlet behind his back as he tries to center himself. How could a woman so tired and angry seem so beautiful in his eyes, he wanted to spoil you…hold you in his arms and let you rest. When he doesn’t offer you an answer you decide that he only wants to fight and opt to fleeing back to your room.
“W-Wait! Wait look about the fight, I’m sorry. I-I shouldn’t have done it…I just…just I don’t know. I don’t want to fight anymore. I wanna put my half into this relationship if you’ll still let me.”, he stutters every few words but he hopes you understand what he’s trying to say.
You scoff, unknowingly shattering any hope of reconciliation between you two. You’re body is aching and tired, you’re ready to collapse from the growing fever you’ve been ignoring the past couple of days. Without skipping a beat you turn and stare Dick right in the eyes, the few feet separating you seeming so much farther than it really is when you say, “No need. I’m breaking off the engagement.”
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Jason Todd
While he slabs the drywall mud over the patch Jason can only remember the intense fear in your eyes as he raised his fist to you. Lost in his rage he never thought to hurt you but even still he made you scared of him, so scared that you decided to run back home to your cruel family without so much as saying goodbye. It’s been less that forty-eight hours and Jason is on edge, he wants to go out and look for you but he can’t bare to see that look on your face again if he does.
“Why am I such a fuck up?”, he sighs.
He stares at the wall admiring his patch job before looking down at his bandaged hands, that night he did indeed clean his own wounds just like you’d said. His cheek still stung from the strong open handed slap you’d striked across his face for what he’d done to you, but the pain under the bandages seemed to hurt more than usual. Before you, he always had to clean his own wounds but then you arrived and you took care of it for him, your soft gentle touch always putting him at ease and making him feel better.
He sighed and plopped onto the couch out of frustration, “Why’d I get mad at her like that? Why’d I say anything about the mission to her, it’s hard to play someone when you’ve actually fallen in love with them.”, Jason groans to himself finally admitting his feelings for you.
Jason was a broken man even before his first death, nothing changed about that after he was revived but Bruce thought that having someone like you would be the perfect idea. In a way he wasn’t wrong, Jason had grown to love you in the few months you two had been together. Nobody cared for him the way you did, nobody worried for him and nobody listened to him like you did. That’s why this separation hurts so much, he lied in his fit of rage and unveiled the true reason you two were arranged together.
“That was a secret I wanted to take to the grave with me, I wanted to marry that woman and never let her go. Now I won’t even be able to apologize…(Y/n) please come back home.”, Jason sighed.
“I’m back!”
Just the sound of your cheerful voice was enough to make his heart skip a beat, he stood up straight and turned to see you taking off your shoes at the door in a business suit.
“(Y/n)…wh-where have you been? Why’re you dressed like that?”, Jason asked.
Within a few short strides he was in front of you yet again but this time your eyes didn’t show fear, no there was something indifferent and cold about them despite the smile on your face. You shooed him away asking him to sit down at the table, he offered you some food instead so that you could sit down and relax. At the stove he felt something unsettling building in the pit of his stomach, he didn’t like how you were acting but he chalked it up to being the after effect of the fight.
“Here Hun…umm about the fight…I’m sorry I never should’ve done what I did to you and I know it’s to late to take back what I said but I do love you. I really do I swear I just-“
Jason stopped when you raised a hand up, he stayed quiet waiting for what you had to say. You pulled out a manila envelope from your bag and slid it towards him with a gleeful smile.
“This is all the evidence of my father’s misdeeds and illegal transactions between the company and a gang he’s been sponsoring. The gang will be trafficking high tech weapons through Gotham for the black market community here and one particular item is listed as a planet destroyer. This is everything you needed from me right?”, you giggled, Jason’s blood ran cold.
In the matter of hours you accomplished his goal, everything Bruce needed was right here in front of him but he didn’t want it…not when he knew what you were about to do next.
“(Y/n)…b-baby please don’t do this. I’m sorry okay? I won’t take this if it means you will-“
“That I’ll leave you and call off the engagement? It’s a little to late for that. Gift giving and quality time is my love language, consider this my final gift I’ll ever give you.”, you stood up from the table returning to the front door to leave, “Goodbye Jason thanks for loving me…even if it was all just a lie.”
You left without even looking back at him, Jason was stupidly glued to his seat from shock and guilt. His metallic blue eyes hyperfocused on the engagement ring you’d left behind on the table. He couldn’t believe that you were gone and it was all his fault.
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Tim Drake
‘-reflect on your behavior while I’m gone!’
Your behavior wasn’t the problem, your fiancé was the problem! Ignoring you, choosing others over you, overworking while you stupidly waited for him at home, not keeping even the simplest of promises! Normal people would’ve already left or cheated on people like him, Tim gaslights you and manipulates the situation so that you’re the problem and you’re tired of that! If he didn’t love you there was no point staying in this stupid miserable relationship!
Little did you know that Cassie had ripped him a new one after finding out he’d forgotten your birthday. Tim felt horrible when he realized what day it was, the reminder on his calendar had been overlooked due to the rest of his work schedule on the same day. He buried his face in his hands in shame, he argued with you and forgotten your birthday! Now he understood why you were all dressed up and your outburst.
“Sorry Cassie I’ve gotta go home and fix this.”, Tim whispers, recalling the heartbreak in your eyes before he left.
He’s been treating you terribly lately, it was unforgivable but you were always so sweet and always forgave him. He could only hope you’d be lenient this time like always.
“(Y/n)? Hey sweetie I’m back. I’m sorry about earlier I just-“, Tim’s voice fell silent when he noticed how destroyed the apartment had become.
At first he panicked, fearing that you’d been robbed or worse hurt but he soon found you unconscious on the couch with a bottle of expensive alcohol emptied next to you. Never had Tim seen you drink or drunk if he was being honest, he noticed your knuckles cut and bleeding as you slept on the couch. He felt worse about what he’d done to you, if he was so smart how come he couldn’t tell that you were breaking?
“(Y/n), hey baby…c’mon wake up. Let’s get you to bed.”, he begged softly, lifting you up into his arms bridal style. He’d clean up the mess from your outrage while you slept.
You woke up a bit, lost in your drunken haze and sadness as you stared up at him.
“Oh hey Conner~ wh-when did you…you get here?”, you giggled, unable to recognize the hazy image of your fiancé.
Hearing you call his best friend’s name made a pit form in his stomach, had you confided in Conner about your relationship issues? Tim settled you into the bed and listened to your drunken rambling, “Y’know he forgot about me again. I wish I was sadder about it…hic…h-honestly I’m over it Con. I think it’s time for me to end it.”, you hiccupped.
“D-Don’t end your life over this.”, Tim begged, he knew about your poor mental health but he didn’t think he’d push you to this.
You squinted your eyes, trying to focus on the inage before, “No!~ Not that you goob! I meant our engagement, it’s not working out. I’m so sad that I’m just angry plus Tim doesn’t love me. It’s for the best.”, you giggle softly, gently letting sleep take over your body again.
Hearing you say that made Tim’s stomach flip, he wasn’t sure how to deal with such a horrible thought. He couldn’t bare to think of you leaving him, he did love you! He truly did, he couldn’t bare to lose you like this! If he had to make up for it for the rest of his life he would.
“S-She’s drunk…t-that’s not how she really feels. No…no I’ll fix this I will.”, Tim promised himself, watching you curl up into fetal position on the bed mumbling to yourself. Tim was almost afraid but he had to know what you were saying, the pit in his stomach only growing larger when he heard you whisper, “No more. No Mrs. Drake.”
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Damian Wayne
It didn’t take a genius to understand that Damian had messed up, he held onto your ring for dear life the rest of the night and gave you space. He’d hoped by the next day you would’ve felt better, he sent your ring back to you on a tray of breakfast he had asked Alfred to make for you. The old butler gave a judgemental hum that Damian knew all to well from his youth. Much to his surprise Alfred returned to the kitchen with the food and ring just a few minutes later.
“Apologies young master, it seems Miss (Y/n) is not here at the moment. She left a note saying she was off to work.”, Alfred chuckled, handing Damian the note you’d left.
Damian read over the simple letter and panicked, were you avoiding him now after what he’d said?
“Work? She doesn’t have work. How could she be working when I never see her go out?”, Damian’s mind was reeling with questions.
He was grateful now that he’d decided to put a tracker into the necklace he’d given you as a gift, much to his surprise you were in the art district of Gotham in a fashion design company?! Damian decided it was better for him to suck up his pride and apologize to you. He sped off to your location on his motorcycle, hoping to ease your heart of any unnecessary pain he’d caused you. Within the hour he’d arrived at the building of a popular up and coming fashion design company that was known for their creative street looks. His emerald hues paid close attention to everything around him, searching the sea of faces for any sign of you.
“Excuse me, I’m here to see (F/n) Wayne.”, Damian huffed to the receptionist, annoyed at not having already found you.
The young woman smiled at him, instantly recognizing him from the papers and news.
“My apologies sir, we don’t have anyone by that name here today. Maria do you know who (F/n) is?”, she asked her fellow coworker.
The other girl glared at Damian and chuckled, “It’s (nickname), the stage designer for the next fashion show.”, Maria smiled standing up from her seat, “Come along sir, I’ll take you to her.”
Damian was shocked to hear your title in the company, he never knew you were certified to be a stage designer. That takes years of experience and education from a particular academy here in Gotham. The receptionist walked him to the Runway stage in the building and opened the door for him, “Fair warning several of us are (Y/n)’s best friends from high school and college, we already heard about the little incident last night so don’t be surprised by what she’ll say next. She deserves better.”, Maria clicked her tongue in annoyance, leaving Damian there alone.
Now Damian was really starting to feel nervous, what had your friends told you? What had you told them? He decided to walk into the stage room and was shocked to see how beautiful the runway looked thanks to you and your stage crew. The room reeked of spray paint and to his surprise the artist was you, decorating the backwall with a gorgeous street design to reflect the street wear that would be shown here.
“Can I help you? The stage area is closed to the public you shouldn’t be here.”, A male voice growled.
Damian quickly took in his surroundings and realized two employees were glaring at him, a woman with half a shaved head, and a muscled looking gym guy wearing a tight black compression shirt and drapey pants.
“I’m here to see my fiancée.”, Damian quickly huffed.
Both employees looked at each other and then Damian before the woman turned around and screamed your name. You were startled by the scream and quickly turned around to see who it was, much to your annoyance Damian was here. You put your spray paint down and hopped off stage taking off your breathing mask and leaving it at the edge of the runway.
“Go away.”, you ordered your friends, the guy frowned and glared at Damian.
“Just be careful if you need anything we’re here.”, he promised, pressing a soft peck to the top of your head, the woman following his lead and staining your cheek black with her lipstick.
The bubbly giggle that fell from your lips made Damian’s blood boil with jealousy, he wasn’t used to this side of you. You were happier, more expressive, mischievous, confident even, he wanted to see you like this all the time. Your bubbly personality instantly vanished when you finally looked up at him.
He didn’t mean to come off rude but he quickly started off with, “I thought you said you didn’t have friends?”
You glared at him, unamused and irritated by him, “I said I don’t really have that many friends, these aren’t exactly people who get invited to Galas. They’re not rish socialites that only talk business and degrade the lower class.”, you growled defending your friends from his mindset.
Damian raised his hands up as a sign that he meant no harm with his words, “Okay sorry. Look I’m just here to check on you…you weren’t home and I thought you’d still be upset about yesterday. I just want to make sure we’re okay.”, Damian explained pulling out your engagement ring in a small velvet box.
You glared at the ring, reaching out for it as if to put it back on but you hesitated, to Damian’s surprise you closed the box and took a step back.
“Last night was pretty eye opening for me, I’m nothing like you and frankly you’ve shown time and time again that you dont really like me. My sister would’ve been a better pick for you, I’m not some snobby rich heiress that wants money and a wallet for a husband to provide for me. These people and I have more in common then you and I, this is where I belong.”, you offered Damian a sad smile.
For once in his life Damian found himself suddenly anxious and worried, he knew what you’d say next but he didn’t want to hear it. He could fix this, he would swear it to you on his hands and knees if he had to.
“I…I…(Y/n) I’m sorry. Everything you said last night was very true, I’m so sorry that I hurt you like this. If I’d realized sooner I would’ve done better for you.”, Damian was quick to apologize, panic quickly filling his eyes for you to see.
You shook your head, stepping back more, “I can’t do this anymore, you won’t ever love me for me. I’m calling off the engagement, I’m sure you’ll forget me and move on fast. Goodbye Damian.”
Damian watches as you hop back onstage to finish your work, without realizing he’s in tears he quietly leaves without saying another word. The pathetic ring in his hand feeling heavy and weighing him down the farther he got from you. This felt like the biggest mistake he’d ever made.
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kimberly-spirits13 · 10 months
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How You Earned the Respect of the Batfam as Tim’s S/O
Basically headcannons on how the Batfam came to like you
Tim:
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• He always thought that you were kind and intelligent
• You knew your worth and wouldn’t take less
• He had dated some not so nice people in the past and seeing you really raised his standards
• You weren’t friends with him because of his money whether your family had it or not
• You weren’t in it for the fame or the attention and you were understanding of him
• He felt comfortable around you like he could be himself 100% without judgement
• You were a vigilante that hadn’t interacted with the Batfam expect for Tim
• You had come from an intense assassin training, similar to Bruce’s but had escaped when you decided that everything was just messed up
• You went to Gotham and used the powers you had to manipulate officials around you that you had parents and weren’t just living willy nilly by yourself
• That’s when you enrolled in school and met Tim and you guys hit it off quick
• Tim appreciated that he could text or call you at any time and you wouldn’t complain or make him feel bad
• It didn’t take long for you to find out that he was Red Robin
• No one on earth texts you at 2am on the same block every night for weeks on end
• He felt like there wasn’t anyone who would ever be there for him like you
• Tim liked that he had the ultimate companion during patrols, even if you hadn’t been revealed to the rest of his family
• You’re skilled and he doesn’t have to worry about you getting hurt during patrol or missions
Dick:
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• The first time that you two met was when you rushed Tim to the cave because he had gotten badly injured on patrol
• Tim had gotten shot and broken a few ribs and you hauled it to the cave
• Tim wasn’t really conscious during the ride and wasn’t aware that you knew where the cave was/ the entrances
• Everyone was immediately on high alert when some stranger arrived with a near dead Tim
• Dick knew he liked you when you pulled in, rushing Tim into the med bay
• He saw you holding his hand and wiping his hair out of his face while the bullet was pulled from him
• While Tim was waking up from surgery, you didn’t leave his side and continued to hold his hand
• Dick’s heart was melted- one because his brother had a close call, and two because someone was really, really caring for him
• He had seen Tim’s exes and hated them, but he knew that you were different
• You were easy to talk to and respectful to everyone
• You had an agreeable personality and really seemed to care for Tim
• When Tim woke up, he saw how Tim immediately squeezed your hand to make sure that you were there
• After spending time with you that night, seeing how you took care of Tim, and how Tim interacted with you, Dick knew he liked you
Bruce:
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• Bruce saw you coming into the cave like a bat out of hell with Tim and was immediately on guard
• How does this random person know Tim’s secret identity, how do they know where the cave is, WHAT’S WRONG WITH TIMMY MY SWEET CHILD
• After the rush of getting Tim’s situation under control, he also noticed that you never left Tim’s side
• So he knew that you two were in a committed relationship, however, that didn’t mean that he trusted you
• Bruce is a hard case to crack, it really takes some time for him to warm up to anyone
• It was probably a few months into you and Tim hanging out around the manor when you attended a gala with Tim that he really started to trust and or likely you
• Tim was really stressed and didn’t really want to be at the gala
• You were with him the entire time and didn’t leave, even when the paparazzi and media were all being rude
• It’s a very normal thing that the tabloids exploit anything that happens in the Wayne family and you were like fresh blood
• You were poised, collected, calm, and totally indifferent to the comments
• He knew that Tim hated the media and seeing you calm him down and pull him away from some non obligatory meeting with idiots made him feel like he could trust you with Tim
• Not that he’ll admit it
• He notices that whenever you’re around, it seems like Tim has a weight lifted off his shoulders
Alfred:
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• He was the one that helped extract the bullet from Tim’s abdomen so he met you along with everyone else
• I’m sure he knew that Tim was dating someone, but this was the first time he had met that person
• Alfred is a very kind and respectful man
• If he really doesn’t like a person, they know it
• However, if he doesn’t yet know, he treats them formally and without a personal relationship aspect
• He knew that he really liked you when one night, during a busy week of extra crime, you had hauled Tim into bed, forcing him to sleep and shut away his electronics
• Alfred was behind on some housework because of the hectic monitoring schedule and went to bed early
• You stayed up and did the rest of the chores he needed to have completed
• You had always helped out in little ways like cleaning up after yourself (the boys are incapable sometimes lemme tell you, you’re a blessing simply for being normal), you’d make Tim clean his room, and you’d make sure that everything was better than how you found it
• He was so grateful that you had taken time out of rest and decided to help him during a time of need
• It was something very genuine to him since most of the people that the batfam bring home wouldn’t do something like that either out of fear of messing up or indifference
Jason:
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• Jay really wasn’t that difficult to crack
• I mean he’s got a rough exterior but ultimately, he just wants to see Timmy happy
• He knows about Tim’s exes and hates every one of them
• Makes sure that you’re not going to blindside anyone with something you have hidden
• Now what really, really gets him to like you personally was when you had come into the cave with a menagerie of weapons to have cleaned, polished, or sharpened
• Tim was sitting at the computer doing work and you were working on everything else
• He didn’t realize that you were really serious about the vigilante life until he saw you hauling all that mess in
• He realized that you came from a tough background and had grown up and out of it
• These things that happened to you didn’t define who you were and he liked that about you since he had a struggle with that- basically he lives vicariously through you at times
• When he sat down next to you with his gun collection to clean and polish, you struck up conversations on Jane Austen, weapons, crazy childhoods, pop culture classics, and random assassinations that ended up being one of you
• He just thinks that you’re cool and chill and that’s good enough for him
Damian:
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• Also wasn’t really that hard to break
• I mean you were known as the greatest child assassin and he looked up to you when he was little
• Concerning but that’s how it is
• He recognized you immediately and kept a distance
• Star struck Damian Wayne
• Questions how Tim was dating you
• He knew that he really liked you when his pets liked you
• It’s cliché, but the quickest way to Damian Wayne’s cold little heart is through animals
• You helped him train and walk Titus
• Pennyworth liked to sit on your shoulder and survey the house as you walked around
• Damian was the only other person whom Pennyworth would do this with
• Damian was just bamboozled
He also likes that you’re not some mindless idiot
• Most of the socialites that he has to hang out with are zombies who feed off of dollar bills and designer drugs
Cass:
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• Is very, very protective of her family
• She is not one for outsiders and makes sure to know all the weaknesses of new people
• The problem is that she’s having trouble finding your weaknesses
• Tim is obviously one of them, but your stance, your fighting, your regular self just seems indestructible
• She knew personally that this came with tons of training and discipline
• Cass really starts to like you when you notice that she’s not really verbal
• You knew sign language and immediately just start signing to her instead of talking
• Cass really appreciated that you were comfortable getting on her level without second thought
• You watch out for everyone in the family and she feels like she’s not alone in her worries
• You’re basically like a new sibling for her
• You and Cass have a tight bond, the kind of relationship that if you and Tim broke up, you’d still be besties
• She knows that you’re reliable and will never try and use her
• That’s all she wants
Stephanie:
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• I think Steph would be easy to get along with
• Like you really gotta suck for her to not like you
• Steph really likes that you’re a relatable person
• You don’t act like you have a stick stuck up your butt and you’re not dramatically brooding at everything
• Steph really started to like you when one night the two of you stayed up after everyone went to sleep
• You two talked about life over some homemade cookies
• You two talked about your favorite celebrities, movies, pet peeves, tv shows, the reality tv show drama, and anything that you could think of
• Now you’re somehow besties with all of the Wayne girls and it’s great
• She also likes that you can lovingly boss Tim around
• There aren’t many that can do that and it’s pretty apparent
Babs:
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• Alfred was out of town the day that she started to really, really take a liking towards you
• She was always a cynic for some part, but she started to casually warm up to you
• Saw you as Tim’s s/o and not really a friend
• This was until you noticed that she looked really stressed managing the surveillance by herself without the help of Alfred
• You stayed behind for the time that Alfred was gone and helped her run everything
• She was worried at first since she wasn’t sure that you’d be good at computers
• You really happened to impress her though and that won her over
• You were easy to talk to and it also wasn’t awkward when there was just silence and nothing to talk about
• Babs thinks she felt her heart patter when you very sternly talked Jason down from throwing Damian off a building (regular occurrence)
• “JASON PETER TODD IF YOU DON’T PUT THAT CHILD DOWN AT ONCE I WILL PERSONALLY HAUL YOUR ASS TO THE BANK BUILDING AND CATAPULT YOU ACROSS GOTHAM, DO YOU UNDERSTAND”
• She was like 😏
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birdniight · 1 month
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𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝒕. drake ✮ eng. . . !
tim drake x female!reader
WARNINGS. . . porn with plot. friends with benefits. fingering, face riding, sex (p in v)
COPYRIGHT. . . no copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited.
LANGUAGE. . . english is not my first language and I am still studying to master it. It makes me insecure to write by myself in another language, so I used the translator. I apologize in advance for any mistakes.
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You had never thought of Tim Drake as anything other than your best friend, the guy you trusted and could turn to whenever you were worried about something.
He was your emotional refuge, a place where you could feel completely vulnerable, where you could share all your concerns, knowing that he would be honored to listen.
At the time, you would have sworn that you would never think of Tim as anything other than a friend. But time began to form a deeper bond between you and him.
Conversations that used to be a fun time between friends began to turn into a strange and strangely palpable tension. The hugs grew longer, the rubbing of your bodies more intense, and every lingering look seemed to contain a caged lasciviousness that only you could understand.
As time passed, the emotions you had sworn you would never feel for Tim began to flutter inside you. You found yourself thinking about him differently, noticing how your skin prickled when he touched you, how your sexual fantasies about his person began to invade your mind.
Ever since you started sleeping together and made the deal to be, as Jason said, "friends with benefits," your best friend discovered there was a side of you he didn't know.
You didn't mind invading his room because you wanted to be devoured by someone. You were not afraid to kneel on either side of Tim's head, just because you wanted to ride his face.
Fortunately for you, your friend was incredibly good at the task of eating you. His tongue pushed obscenely between your wet folds to open them, his fingers were busy fluttering against the pleasure cap that ached from lack of attention. With these movements, you gave in to him; the surge of pleasure and the sensitivity you kept in your wet pussy made his touch make you see stars.
— Hold on a little longer. I'm not done yet.
Your hole was getting closer to the emptiness of the stimulation he was giving you. You imagined what his face would be like underneath you, and just the thought of him with his whole mouth smeared from your crying pussy brought you that much closer to the edge.
But to have him look into your eyes as he squeezed your clit with his lips and then scraped it with his tongue was too much for you to bear. The orgasm hit you so hard that Tim didn't even see it coming until his whole mouth was covered with your wonderful taste.
He gave you no respite from the hypersensitivity your previous orgasm had left you with, so he immediately began to fuck you without pity through the hole he had just abused.
With his thumb, he sweetly stroked your center again to make you feel completely at ease with the onslaught.
You felt full. You felt his body fit perfectly into yours, as if he had been made to fuck you. His hot skin burned against yours as his pelvis slammed into you, making a lurid sound that could be heard throughout the room. It was too much to bear.
— T-Tim, Tim! - You cried on his shoulder. - I want you to come inside me, I can't stand it anymore.
You moved to kiss him instead of letting him answer. Your tongue was focused enough on exploring his mouth when you felt the thick, hot fluid between your legs.
You might never be the same friends again, but you could live with it.
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Watching Ghibli movies with the batboys
**This is my first time writing for DC btw. Give me ideas for later ficus
Watching Ghibli movies with the Batboys
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Dick Grayson
Enjoys watching movies with anyone really
Will enjoy watching Ghibli movies without a doubt
You introduce him to Castle in the Sky first to watch
He worries for Sheeta as she fell in the sky from the air ballon from her captures and pirates
Breathes in relief when her amulet helps her floats down and is found by Pazu
He is drawn to the world building of the story and relates to Pazu, in regards to his antics and willingness to protect Sheeta because she reminds him of you.
Is very curious about the lore of Laputa island after learning the story behind the mythical island and aetherium.
He finds the Dola’s pirate gang funny and is happy they are willing to help the two escape from Muska’s army.
Again he is amazed by the world building when he sees Laputa island and loves the detail of the robots.
Angry that Muska appears and how he abuses his powers and knowledge to hurt people
Is happy that Sheeta understands why the people of Laputa fled from the island and she and Pazu uses the amulet’s power to finish Muska once and for all
If you continue watching more ghibli movies, he will most likely buy a big Totoro plush for both of you to cuddle on
Would sing the Ponyo song to annoy his family and friends and to sing in the shower
Wants to visit Japan to see the places that were inspired by real life places
Admits the food is very mouthwatering and enjoys when the protagonist have meals with loved ones
Jason Todd
at first didn’t seem interested but you give big puppy eyes for him to give in
Was instantly amaze of the story telling of the movie and will geek of the world building due to how immersive the movies are
Will have a hard time having a picking a favorite due to good the storytelling is but if he has one favorite at of all it will be Spirited Away
He gets goosebumps when the spirit bathhouse town gets more active and worries on how Chihiro will get out and save her parents.
He likes to make analysis of the movies after watching them and watches analysis videos on YouTube.
Acknowledges that Yubaba and the other workers get on his nerves because it reminds him of his childhood.
Starts to find wonder the meaning behind Chihiro’s name being taken away and being changed to ‘Sen’ and her first meeting with Haku when she was very little
He notices how Chihiro has changed a lot from the beginning and how it reminds him of himself
He was cheering for Chihiro doing the scene when she was helping the river spirit get clean but wondered what that rice herb cake was for.
He cries at the scene when Haku comforts Chihiro when she was crying and eating onigiri because he knows she being through so much at her age just to save her loved ones
(Btw you made onigiri and bought konpeito)
Shock when Haku has a dragon form and was injured but was relieved when he managed to get healed due to the medicine she gotten from the river spirit
When he sees the bath workers blaming Sen for No-Face’s rampage, he grumbled how it was their fault for indulging and encouraging bad behavior, since he feels ‘No-Face’ is a blank state.
He admits Boh the baby is annoying but doesn’t blame him for being spoiled since his mom is at fault and enjoys that Haku had enough of Yubaba.
Feels at peace in the train scene
Likes Zeniba’s cottage due to how simple and comfy it is to live in.
It reminds him of Alfred and his aura
Happy tears when she and Haku reunited And when Chihiro remembers her first encounter with Haku and his original name
Admits he found Boh less annoying as he grows as a person and stands up for Chihiro against his mom.
Happy that Chihiro manages to save her parents but is sad that an adventures comes to an end
Likes to cook food based on the Ghibli movies since it always has a warm feeling and you're the taste tester.
If he has a stressful day, he likes to listen to ghibli music to remind himself being peace at oneself
Wants to go to a hot spring in Japan at one point
Tim Drake
Decides to watch after seeing hearing it from a group of friends and your big Totoro plush
Like the rest of the batfam, he enjoys the world building and the characters in the Ghibli movie
He would get the foreshadowing and enjoys watching analysis of the movies
He writes analysis and the message based of the symbolism and Japanese mythology
He knew Chihiro almost lost her identity when Yubaba stole her name and figured out what happened to Haku, after seeing the conditions of the bathhouse workers.
His favorite character is Howl from Howl's Moving Castle
He loves how all the characters in the movie are alive and likes the fire spirit
He enjoys how magical the scene was when Howl was flying in the sky with Sophie
He enjoys the banter between Sophie and Howl over hair products that cause his hair to change color
He loves Sophie’s new outfit at the end of the movie
Bought a necklace based off of Howl’s necklace and one time tried to cosplay as him to attend a con with him without his brothers knowing
His likes how steampunk is portrayed in the ghibli movies and enjoys learning more about Japanese culture and mythology
Would likely to go to ghibli events with you
Damian Wayne
after first thought it was going to be boring since he thinks it’s childish but immediately hooked up when he saw the animation of the movies
He decides to watch most of the movies with you when he is in house arrest from patrol
He likes Princess Mononoke movie and My Neighbor Totoro
He enjoys how San is a no-nonsense person and acknowledges she should fight back to defend her home
He somewhat wonders if Poison Ivy is like this because she just wants to defend the environment since San wants to protect the forest, seeing that she is angry at those who is destroying the environment
He secretly likes to watch My Neighbor Totoro and Ponyo with you and his family
He loves the animals in the Ghibli movies
Wishes to ride Moro and wants a pet wolf along with a fish name Ponyo
Ponyo movie inspires him to clean up local beaches
He would want to ride the Catbus from Totoro
Buys ghibli plushies for his collection
He starts to paint background from the movies due to how beautiful they were
He would visit Japan to see the places that set the inspiration for the movie and the Ghibli cafe theme events
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✨ IT'S BEEN WAITING FOR YOU ✨
📸 1989 TV SONGFIC COLLECTION INCLUDING :
tim drake, draco malfoy, peter parker, gojo satoru, percy jackson, anthony lockwood
❗Unfinished prompts are subject to change. Fics with no hyperlinks are coming soon!
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📷 TRACK 1 : Welcome To New York
“ IT'S BEEN WAITING FOR YOU ” — TIM DRAKE
you start life at the big apple and unexpectedly meet a fortune teller who informs you of the name of your future husband. you try not to think too hard about it, but it's difficult. considering your boss has the same name as your future husband.
📷 TRACK 2 : Blank Space
“ DON'T SAY I DIDN'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU ” — DRACO MALFOY
you act like a devil to get your husband to divorce you. only to discover that pushing him away only makes him hold on tighter.
📷 TRACK 3 : Style
“ WE NEVER GO OUT OF STYLE ” — TIM DRAKE
wayne enterprise heir x stark industries heiress
rivals in public, lovers in secret ; two heirs have an explicit arrangement because they can't risk their public image with anyone else.
📷 TRACK 4 : Out Of The Woods
“ WE WERE IN SCREAMING COLORS ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD
you think you're hard to love, but he loves you like it's breathing.
📷 TRACK 5 : All You Had To Do Was Stay
“ ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS STAY ” — DRACO MALFOY
you and draco meet again after he had ignored you years before. he wants to tell you why he'd left but he doesn't know how you'd react to him being a criminal.
📷 TRACK 6 : Shake It Off
“ PLAYERS GONNA PLAY ” — GOJO SATORU
it's embarrassing to know that the rumors about you reach other schools. one faithful day, gojo satoru gives you unsolicited advice about doing the shit you want because you'd get hate whether or not you'd do it anyway. a bottle of wine later, and you begin to think he's right.
📷 TRACK 7 : I Wish You Would
“ I WISH YOU WOULD ” — PETER PARKER
your long-time friendship with peter had gone sour. after years of trying to put you behind bars, peter tries to save you from kraven, but you're not sure if you can trust him anymore.
“ I WISH WE COULD GO BACK AND REMEMBER WHAT WE WERE FIGHTING FOR ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD
PEERING EYES OVER WROUGHT-IRON FENCES
📷 TRACK 8 : Bad Blood
“ STILL GOT THE SCARS ON MY BACK FROM YOUR KNIFE ” — DRACO MALFOY
turning from childhood friends to enemies, and then learning to tolerate each other after the war is a storm waiting to happen. especially when he had tried to kill you and failed.
📷 TRACK 9 : Wildest Dreams
“ SAY YOU'LL REMEMBER ME ” — PERCY JACKSON
you and percy agree to only see each other for the summer but as august draws to a close, it gets harder and harder to untangle your fingers from his.
📷 TRACK 10 : How You Get The Girl
“ FOR WORSE OR FOR BETTER ” — PERCY JACKSON
hitman! percy
percy is hired to kill an important man in singapore, not expecting to meet and fall for his target's daughter.
📷 TRACK 11 : This Love
“ THIS LOVE CAME BACK TO ME ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD
you're back in town. as promised, lockwood welcomes you with open arms. the only difficulty was the fact that you kissed the last time you saw each other.
📷 TRACK 12 : I Know Places
“ I KNOW PLACES ” — PETER PARKER
marvel x pjo crossover ; daughter of athena! reader
peter's only trying to protect you but you're more scared of him than you are of the monsters coming after you.
📷 TRACK 13 : Clean
“ I THINK I AM FINALLY CLEAN ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD
lockwood was cursed to be alone. you prove that your love can break curses.
📷 TRACK 14 : Wonderland
“ YOU AND I GOT LOST IN IT ” — TIM DRAKE
you and tim are thrown into wonderland by mad mod. the line between fantasy and reality blur; now, tim stares at you like he wishes you weren't enemies.
“ IT'S ALL FUN AND GAMES 'TIL SOMEBODY LOSES THEIR MIND ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD
fantasy au!
you were a princess and you liked to dress in gold. one day, you're snatched by a dragon. come to find out that the dragon is a shape-shifting boy who thought you were a statue.
📷 TRACK 15 : You Are In Love
“ TRYING TO PUT IT INTO WORDS ” — TIM DRAKE
it's hard to find the right words to explain why you love tim.
📷 TRACK 16 : New Romantics
“ I CAN BUILD A CASTLE OUT OF ALL THE BRICKS THEY THROW AT ME ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD
you recruit the daring anthony lockwood to stage a relationship that will rile up the press.
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— FROM THE VAULT !!
📷 TRACK 17 : "SLUT!"
“ LOVELORN AND NOBODY KNOWS ” — PETER PARKER
a publication comes out, announcing that your hero selves are dating. now, you and peter have to distance yourselves because one, mary jane watson—renowned journalist, has been suspecting you of having an alter ego.
“ IN A WORLD OF BOYS, HE'S A GENTLEMAN ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD
lockwood is tasked with the important task of protecting a foreign princess, you. you discovered that you liked his boyish charms more than expected.
📷 TRACK 18 : Now That We Don't Talk
“ THE MORE I GAVE, YOU'D WANT ME LESS ” — CHILDE
how bad can it be, to sleep with the enemy?
📷 TRACK 19 : Say Don't Go
“ I'M YOURS, BUT YOU'RE NOT MINE ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD
fantasy au!
you are the heir to the throne, soon to be coronated. he is your loyal guard. when repressed feelings come bubbling to the surface, it's hard to keep away. except, he has to, because a prince should be standing next to you, not him.
📷 TRACK 20 : Suburban Legends
“ BORN TO BE SUBURBAN LEGENDS ” — PETER PARKER
you became strangers when you thought you'd spend your whole lives together. one faithful day, peter gets sucked into an old polaroid picture, returning to the day it was taken; your 18th birthday.
📷 TRACK 21 : Is It Over Now?
“ FAST FORWARD TO 300 TAKEOUT COFFEES LATER ” — PETER PARKER
you and peter agreed to stop whatever was happening between you two for his sake. it wasn't good to date your employer's daughter, after all. the task wasn't easy when you work at the same place.
📷 HIDDEN TRACK : Sweeter Than Fiction
“ PROVED ME RIGHT WHEN YOU PROVED THEM WRONG ” — PETER PARKER
a lot of people had a lot to say about peter when his identity was revealed. he revered how you stuck by his side through all of that, even if all you did was run a fan account.
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Feel free to message me if you want to be tagged in a certain fic 😊 I'm open to just squealing about our boys and/or Taylor Swift !!
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🦋 — @novelizt 2023
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luvly-writer · 4 months
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“XOXO”
Tim Drake x Reader
💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋
Series Masterlist:
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Summary:
What happens when you mix the scandalous trio from the Upper East Side Elites with the batfamily? Find out!
Ch. 1 They don’t need an introduction
Ch. 2 She is as beautiful as she is poisonous
Ch. 3 Part-Time lovers, Full time problem
Ch. 4 The Queen and the Prince
Ch. 5 Siblings are the worst
Ch. 6 Let’s go viral baby!
Ch. 7 Angel and Ivy
Ch. 8 She makes the whole place shimmer
Ch. 9 Under the mask, there’s a heart
Ch. 10 Snowy hands & warm smiles
Ch. 11 Fun Loving in Winter
Ch. 12 A Crowd’s Favorite
Ch. 13 Wrapped in Pretty Paper
Ch. 14 A broken heart is fixed by another
Ch. 15 Christmas is a time for lovers
Ch. 16 He followed me all the way to NY
Ch. 17 I can hear my heart breaking
Ch. 18 Nothing happened in the way I wanted
Ch. 19 Every corner of this house is hunted
Ch. 20 The smiles are made of ice
Ch. 21 Gonna regret being too honest
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capricornafterdark · 5 months
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Hi babes! Love your writing. I was the anon who asked the other Tim Drake request and you did amazing!!! 🤲 so I came here to request again LMAO. Could you please write a (cis) Tim Drake x fem reader, and as Red Robin he chases down the Reader until she gets cornered in a empty/dark alley way. And like. They've been having MAJOR sexual tension and as they fight he manages to handcuff her from behind and it progress from there... also omg hope I'm not asking for too much but bratty reader please? I LIVE FOR BRAT TAMER TIM- 😫🤭😊 ANYWAYS. hope your having a great day and tysm for writing my ask!!!
Holy shit, did this one get away from me - accidentally spend most of the day on this. 😅
⛓️Kinktober 2023⛓️
Event Prompt: Bondage (handcuffs should count)
You know better than this, goddamn it. One of the cardinal rules of successful theft is knowing the terrain in case you have to run, and you've never stayed in Gotham long enough for that to happen - it's a shithole, and anyone who's anyone in this gig knows it's Cat & Bat turf.
Unfortunately, you owe said Cat a favor, and she'd called to collect. Selina asked you to steal a file off a drive at Wayne Enterprises and gave you every code you could possibly need to get in and out. If she hadn't also promised the majority of the Bats would be busy across town with Poison Ivy, you would have refused to even consider the job - but she had, and you hate owing people favors.
Getting into Wayne Enterprises had been simple; with Catwoman's intel, you'd been able to loop the security feed and break in through an air duct on the roof. Once inside, you'd taken the air vents to the server room, then plugged in a jump drive pre-loaded with a program to find and copy the files in question. After it flashed green, you'd removed the drive, tucked it into a hidden pocket in the waistband of your leggings, and climbed back into the vents, retracing your steps.
Everything went tits up when you popped out onto the roof and saw a familiar black-cloaked figure in scarlet, with a domino mask and a little smirk: Red Robin. You swore, immediately firing a grapple to the nearest adjacent building and taking a running leap - the last time you'd seen him, his fake identity "Alvin Draper" had wound up taking the fall for your art heist, and somehow, he didn't strike you as forgiving.
Fast-forward about thirty minutes, and here you are, cursing yourself for being an idiot and taking this job while trying not to let him grapple you. He's quick, clever, and clearly better trained, if you're being honest, and you're starting to get tired of trading blows. Earlier, you'd exchanged a few quips, but you don't have the endurance for that now. You jump out of the way of a low kick just in time to avoid having your legs swept out from under you, rotating to kick the spot where his head would have been if you'd been a second faster. Though you try not to show your fatigue, it seems he sees right through you. "Tired already?"
"Of teasing you, pretty boy? Never." You sass him with a wide grin, hoping to throw him off balance. It backfires spectacularly and his smirk sharpens as he catches your foot, launching you into the air. You try to fire a grapple for a quick exit, since you're already flying, but a fucking birdarang knocks the gun from your hand. Too exhausted to stick the landing on two feet, you wind up smacking the ground in push-up position with a yelp. Before you know it, he's behind you, snickering and forcing you into a pair of cuffs. "Not so fast, baby. Let's have a chat, hmm?"
Stronger than he looks, he hauls you to your feet by your underarms and you scowl. "What's there to chat about, Bird Boy? If you're planning to gloat, I'd rather you knock me out first."
A dark chuckle escapes him as he shifts to put you in a full nelson, lacing his fingers behind your head. "Well, for starters, after what you pinned on poor Mr. Draper, I think you owe me an apology."
Even though he has you dead to rights, you can't help but cackle. "For what, Red, outrunning him? It's not like I lured him into the museum or got him caught on camera in the street - that was all you."
His hold tightens and you hiss in discomfort. In a newly cold, dispassionate tone, he retorts, "No, you compromised him as a cover identity and nearly got me killed in your stead - and for a fucking Pollock piece, really? That's like getting someone shot over a finger painting."
Something about his sudden change in demeanor has your thighs squeezing together. Your mouth goes dry as you simper,"That sounds like a personal problem, Rob - maybe you should seek professional help."
"Mmm…that doesn't sound like an apology to me, baby," He says icily. "Guess I'll just have to make you feel sorry enough to say it."
Your clit pulses at that and you have to bite your lip to keep from whining. You can feel his hot breath on your ear when he hums curiously. "Nothing to say to that, sweetheart? Or did you just remember your manners?"
There's definitely a piece of you that wants to slap this condescending twink into next week - but its size pales in comparison to the part of you that wants to see just how far he'll go to get what he wants. You hook your foot around his ankle, trying to catch him by surprise, but he wriggles out of it with ease and sighs. "Fine, have it your way, brat."
He releases you from his hold only to grab you by the biceps, twirl you, and pin you against the wall by your neck, one-handed. His other hand, now missing a glove, dips under the waistband of your leggings, but pauses on top of your panties. "If you don't want it like this, I need you to say it, now, [your name]. I can think of other ways to make you talk - but there's a strange heat between us, and I don't think I'm the only one who feels it."
"Oh, I feel it, pretty boy - but I'm still not sorry."
He surges forward to kiss you with a growl, scraping his teeth over your lips and sucking at them. His tongue delves into your mouth at the same time his fingers slip into your pussy, crooked to press your g-spot in long, hard strokes. You try not to give him any reaction, but the third time his fingers fuck into you, his thumb finds your clit and you shudder. He smiles against you, biting your lower lip and pulling back just a hair to tug at it. You can feel yourself getting wetter and whine involuntarily, bucking into his hand. Amused, he releases you from his teeth and gives your throat a gentle squeeze, straightening his fingers so they no longer hit your center. "Ah ah - stay still. Unless you're remorseful already, it's way too early for all this."
"I'm sorry I almost got you killed over a famous masterpiece that you couldn't appreciate, you Philistine." You roll your eyes. He snorts, raising an eyebrow. "You know, [your name], somehow, I just don't believe you."
He shoves your bottoms down to your knees, then manhandles you into a forward fold from behind, with an arm around your waist and his back to the wall. You hear the sounds of a few zippers, plastic hitting the ground, and a foil wrapper tearing open. In seconds, he straightens up, hands moving to grip your hips like a vise. Something warm and thick presses against your hole, and you try to fuck yourself back on to it, but can't seem to get the angle right. When you slump forward with an exasperated sigh, Robin tilts his hips under you just so. He barely pushes the head of his cock past your folds, teasing you with shallow thrusts that have you squirming all over again - but he just clamps down on your hips more, holding you in place. It only takes a few minutes of this before you're mewling.
"Ready to apologize, sweetheart?" He asks smugly. You can't give him the satisfaction, so you shake your head. He stills.
Something within him snaps, and that cool tone is back, each world dropping from his mouth like ice. "Fine, then. Apologies or not, if you want this dick in you so bad that you can't stay still, then let's see you fucking take it."
He slams all the way into you, and you gasp at the stretch. He's thicker than anyone you've had before and at least eight inches long - where the fuck was he hiding that thing?!
Pulling almost entirely out, he groans only to pound right back in. His pace is steady and every hard thrust skates over your sweet spot by way of sheer volume; he's too girthy not to hit every last inch of your hole. Your clit aches for attention, and even as his fat cock has you gasping and soaked, you realize he's won. Penetration alone has never been enough to get you to orgasm.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, Sir!" You sob, shaking. The thrusts slow down and he rumbles with approval.
"See, that wasn't so hard, now, was it, baby?" His voice is thick - he's just as close as you are. "What do you think, can you behave if I move one of my hands to help get you off?"
You nod desperately, whining affirmatively. He laughs darkly, then slams into you hard enough to knock the wind out of you. "Then beg for it, brat. Tell me how much you need my help, since you can't do it yourself, even with a dick in you."
He's edged you long enough that dignity is no longer a concern - you need to cum so bad that it hurts, that you can feel your pulse in your cunt. "Oh my god, please, I need it - please touch my clit - please, please, Sir, I can't -"
He starts rolling your clit between his fingers, still jackhammering into you. The pleasure hits you all at once in arrhythmic waves, like an earthquake. Your body shakes, walls spasming around his length and dragging him over the edge with you, gasping out your name. He pulses in you, fucking into you through both of your aftershocks until he's spent. The hand by your clit leaves and you hear a click; your arms are free again and he's pulling out of you. He keeps one hand firmly on your hip. "Are you able to stand up without falling, or do you need a minute?"
You stretch your arms, wiggling them to restore blood flow. "Think I'm good."
"Good." You stand up, making yourself decent while he tucks himself back into his suit and puts something in his utility belt - probably fuckin' Batlube or something. He briefly meets your eyes with a crooked grin. "I'll be seeing you, [your name]. Try not to steal any more art while I'm in town, yeah?"
Without waiting for an answer, he's firing his grapple and flying away. When you go to adjust your leggings, you find the jump drive swapped out for a slip of paper with a phone number and "in case I'm right, and you miss me - RR" written on it.
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sweetlypunk · 1 year
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Hate You, but Love You.
TIM DRAKE X SUPERGIRL!READER
Summary: Tim is too focused in his frustration with the newest supergirl to notice his college classmate has a crush on him.
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“WATCH IT!”
“If you don’t stop moving, I’m going to drop you!”
You had been so excited when Superman had finally confided on you for a special mission without him around.
He finally trusted you enough to take charge of something. No Superman around, no Superboy around, no other crappy League of Justice member to boss you around.
Except, he had failed to mention you would not be alone. And you were not exactly ecstatic about it when you realized it—especially when you realized who was the other person.
Tim thought this was finally it. Batman and the League of Justice taking him more seriously, outside of the Young League of Justice. Red Robin as a hero—not that Batman didn’t see that already. A mission as if he was one of them.
When Batman asked him to go to take over this mission, he was excited to help. However, he never mentioned he would have to work with her.
You were flying back to the batcave, carrying Red Robin by his arms throughout the sky.
Although you spent most of the time bickering with one another, the mission had been completed. You guys had made a good job and were ready to go back home.
Except Red Robin’s motorcycle had exploded at one point, and you both had to get back together so you could give out the mission’s report. This left you with no alternative than carrying Red Robin in your arms.
Let’s say none of you were thrilled about the idea.
“It not like you hadn’t dropped me at least twice!”
“Can you blame me?” You retorted, “you weight a ton.”
“Excuse me?” Red Robin gasped, “Don’t you have super strength or something? Huh, Superboy’s power cut you short.” he paused, and mumbled, “maybe he should have come instead. Less distractions with him.”
“Oh that’s it.” You grumbled and dropped him from where you flew in the sky.
“Hey-!” Tim screamed as he fell through the air, convince that it would be his last breathe as soon as he hit the floor.
But just when his face was about to kiss his death place, supergirl came flying and picked him over.
You dropped him closer to the top of the building, as he tried to catch his breath.
“You-” Red Robin started as soon as he was able to talk again.
“Don’t” You landed delicately in front of him, giving him the back, “if you so much wanted Superboy to come, could have just told your sweet friends in the League.”
Red Robin kept it quiet and just glared at you.
You turned around abruptly and looked at him sternly, “there is a reason why they sent me. But you couldn’t help keeping your mumbling shut the whole mission on how you were so capable of doing it in your own, even when I saved your life more than twice.”
You started walking towards him and floated a little above the ground to be taller than him so you could look him down.
“You were so desperate to take over the mission, that you missed so many details. Thought you were supposed to be the “best”detective in the team? What had you so distracted Robin Boy, huh?”
Glaring down on him, you poked his shoulder. “You aren’t more than a rude boy. You better stop your attitude before I punch you three buildings away from here.”
“Hey, I didn’t mean that he is better than you-”
“It doesn’t matter what you meant. You acted so entitled the whole mission,” you closed the space between your faces more with an intimidating force, “what do you think, that you are better than me?”
“I-”
“News flash love. I’m just as good, if not better, than whatever standard you think you are in.”
Red Robin’s face shifted a little, quickly looking away from your face.
You took a deep breath and turned around. After a few moments of silent, you spoke up, “the mission worked out alright at the end. We worked it out together and all was fine, maybe they were right in assigning it to both of us.” You glanced back and added, “still, you could have been less annoying and helped a bit more.”
The supergirl jumped of the building and made her way to the Batcave to meet with rest there, leaving Red Robin to walk the 5 miles left by himself.
Perhaps it would provide him time to reflect, and it would allow him to think of a reasonable explanation of why his mind was so out of focus during the mission.
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Tim looked up at the plastic bag that was dropped in front of him.
“What’s this?”
“A muffin” You smiled to him from the other side of the desk. “What were you doing? I called your name more than once.”
As you tried to peek at his laptop, Tim rushed to closed it down.
“Uh- just homework.” He waved it off and took your gift, “Whats the muffin for?”
“To eat- duh.” You rolled your eyes jokingly as you leaned down in the desk, “you have been so focused on your assignments that you barely eat anything. And you always drink so much coffee, you need something to snack with it.”
He smiled at you sweetly and you felt the butterflies in your stomach float, “Thanks, you didn’t have to.”
“Oh I don’t mind.” You played with your hair, and sat in the desk to look him down, “so.”
“So?”
“What’s bothering you so much?” You smiled, tilting your head.
���What?” Tim looked at you as he took a bite of the muffin, “What do you mean?”
“Oh please, anyone who pays enough attention can see that something is bothering you Tim. You can trust me, you know that, what’s up?”
Tim sighed and leaned back in the chair, moving his hand behind his head, “that obvious, huh?” You nodded and he sighed, “it’s nothing big, just… work things.”
“At your dad’s company?”
“Uh- yeah.”
“Hm” you leaned back in your arms, tilting your head, “well, I’m all ears.”
He gave you a sided smile, sighed and leaned his head back, “there is this girl…” you felt your heart drop, “that’s an absolute menace.”
You caught yourself before you let a sigh of relief out, and just nodded to keep him talking.
“She works with one of my dad’s partners… and we were assigned a work together. Actually, something tells me we will be working a lot together.” He looked to a spot in the wall, lost with his thoughts, “she annoys me pretty much. But I don’t really get why I get so frustrated around her— she’s pretty bossy if I’m honest. And she accused me of being “too entitled” of myself. I was just firing back comments at her, but now that I think it… maybe I was being too rude.”
You scoffed and looked at him firmly, “Oh please. She actually sounds so horrible. How could she say that? You are one of the nicest guys I have ever met, you got the biggest heart ever.” You poked his leg with your foot, “She probably was giving you such a hard time, because she is bitter that you are better at work than her.”
“That’s the thing,” he’s sighed deeply again, “She is not bad at what she does. She manages things so well, and when I didn’t listen to her, everything went the wrong way. She annoys me too much, but she’s still pretty damn good at what she does, hell- she’s probably better than me. I was completely useless at everything,.”
He looked lost in his head, way to frustrated by that girl. “I don’t believe that.”
“Hm?” He looked at you, rightening himself,
“I don’t believe that.” You stood up and looked at him, “You are the most hardworking person I have ever met. Heck, you never give yourself a break. You are always working, doing homework, or even helping out people. You volunteer almost every weekend at the city hall, and are always ready to help others. Sometimes, it’s difficult to not feel useless compared to you.”
“Hey,” Tim stood up and held you by the arms, “you are not useless. You are literally one of the best of your major, of our class. You most likely have better grades than me, and you are always helping our classmates. You always have the best advice, and you speak up when you see it necessary. You are an amazing girl y/n. I’m so lucky of having you as my friend.”
He smiled at you widely, his beautiful blue eyes bright. You were too aware of his closeness, and tried so hard not to just gape at his beauty. You smiled a little, trying to not let the word “friend” get to you.
“Right back at you.”
He smiled, and you reunited all your courage to ask him if he wanted to go get something to eat together, but the sound of his phone chirping made him turn away before you could speak.
As he looked at the notification, something in his face shifted, as if had hoped for whatever he was looking at to happen.
He started picking up his stuff and said, “Hey, I got to run. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Thanks for the muffin again!”
“I-” you tried to stop him, but he was long gone. You internally groaned, and had a strong will to kick the desk.
You walked out of the room before you could destroy something and got an alert from your phone halfway out of the building.
🚨 Superman: meet at the Batcave, got something for you.
You sighed, just what you needed. Another mission with that asshole.
You rushed out as fast as you could, that jerk is not going to get there before you.
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slytherin-ghost · 1 year
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Hello again, hope you are having a good day/night?
First I love your writing ❤️
Secondly if you like the idea I was wondering if you could do a batfam x Super tall GN reader who is a total badass and always getting into trouble or trouble always finds them lol. Bruce and reader kinda have feelings for eachother but reader is scared after they lost their family in a tragic accident and only they survived kinda thing which leads to my main thought, they save Damien who would be around the same age as their own kid would be, recklessly putting themselves in harms way maybe getting severally injured?
Sorry if this is long I spend way to much time in my head lmao
Hello! I also spend too much time in my head as well. I did a short fic and head cannons for this ask.
Reader is between 6'3 and 6'4
A/N: This is so bad and rushed. I'm so sorry. (might fix later)
Warnings: Mentions about losing a family, guns,blood, angst
This is a Gender neutral story! Both females, males and nonbinary people can read it and replace the pronouns with their own!
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Bruce sighed as he entered the cave to find Alfred patching you and the boys up. "Bruce! I swear on my life that it wasn't my fault! They jumped me!" You explained. "Boys go upstairs. You too Alfred we'll be fine." Bruce said. As soon as you guys were alone, that's when it got serious "So what actually happened?" Bruce asked "I told you what happened!" You exclaimed.
Bruce sighed again "I know, I know. Just... The boys, Alfred, and myself really care for you. You're like family to us." You winced at the word family. "I do like you guys. I do but...." You started "I don't want to lose anyone else." You finished before walking away.
You had feelings for Bruce for awhile but after losing your first family you couldn't risk anything again.
The next night you haven't talked to Bruce or the boys all day. Alfred did check up om you bringing you food and water. You slowly got ready to go on patrol.
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"Damian! Look out!" You yelled put yourself in Damian's way. You winced as the bullet penetrated your upper leg. Jason and Dick quickly helped you to safety. "Go back to Tim and Damian. I'll meet you guys in the cave." Bruce said quickly helping you into the Batmobile.
You held in your emotions as Bruce helped you into the car. "You shouldn't have done that." Bruce said. "But-Damian! I couldn't have gotten him hurt!" You stated. "You had flashbacks of your family." Bruce said. You looked down at you hands. "Damian reminds me off my own child. They would've been the same age." You sniffled.
"I know. It's not you fault." Bruce said holding you close. "Let's get you patched up." He said kissing you forehead, not realizing he did that.
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A/N: Might make a part 2
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sickoweyes · 2 months
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PAIRING ➤ tim drake/fem!reader FANDOM ➤ dc TAGS ➤ childhood friends to lovers, mild angst, multi-chapter STATUS ➤ on-going LINK ➤ ao3 only
Months later, Tim mourns the death of Robin. Batman’s taking his death badly, he tells you. He needs Robin. You didn't know what he meant by that back then. You were thirteen and angry at the world, at your mother for clipping your wings, but if it meant you get to keep your best friend—your only friend, Timothy Jackson Drake—then you wish you hadn’t been so angry. You wish for your best friend to stay.
or, you and tim drake throughout the years.
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kumori-suwan · 5 months
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Batboys Arranged Marriage Series (Part 1): Making their fiancée cry after a heated argument
Featuring: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne
TW: Neglected reader, implied cheating, one sided love, manipulation, humiliation, arguments, forgotten dates, heavy mentions of anger in Jason’s scenario, mentions of blood, Jason punching a wall but not you, sadness, heavily filled with angst, honestly I’m making them work for forgiveness because they’re all p.o.s in this
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Dick Grayson
Deep down you knew he didn’t love you but you loved him so you were willing to work this out. Day by day you grew tired of the way his eyes wandered, you weren’t enough to keep his eyes on just you. Bruce had set you two up and thought you’d be happy but how could you be in a loveless marriage?
You understood he was a vigilante, you accepted that and would wait for him but when that gorgeous alien girl started appearing you knew you were fighting a losing battle. Dick treated her so tenderly, loved her in a way that made your blood boil with jealousy. You sighed watching them on the balcony together, laughing the night away in their hero costumes. Dick only seemed to remember your existence after you’d turned on the light to get something from the kitchen. He asked Kori to leave once he realized you were up.
“Haven’t I told you not to wait up?”, he huffed, walking into the quiet apartment.
You finished your glass of water and sighed, “She’s the one you love right? I took you away from her so you decided that cheating on me was the best way to be with her?”, you asked watching Dick’s body stiffen up.
“I-So what if she is? You can’t expect me to love you just like that, we’re strangers who were forced to marry.”, Dick growled in annoyance, removing his mask to better see you.
Your body became rigid to his cruel words, you began shaking struggling to hold back your hot tears. “I’m trying okay? I’m trying to be worthy of you and have you love me, it’s not fair that I’m the only one putting effort into this relationship. I have to beg you to take me on dates but you willingly stay out with her all night just to be with her! What is it about her that you love more than me?”, you shouted, turning and glaring at him.
Dick’s eyes became cold and dark, without skipping a beat he answered, “She’s not you, that’s all it is to it. I’ve loved her since before we got set up in this stupid arrangement, now I’m stuck coming home to you instead of her!”
Those words were enough to break your shattering heart, you hung your head in shame letting the tears fall and collect on the floor. You’d never been good enough for anyone and now you were faced with the reality that you weren’t even good enough for him. Dick held in his breath, watching you hold yourself in your own arms for comfort. His heart suddenly ached seeing you like this, he didn’t mean to be so cruel, you were right and you were right to feel insecure about how he treated you.
“I-I…look please don’t cry. I’m just upset okay, I didn’t mean it, Kori’s just an old flame. We didn’t work out but she suddenly decided she wanted to reach out and talk to me…I have feelings for her still but they aren’t like before I-“
“Just be with her then, I’ll never be good enough for you either.”, you sobbed, offering him a broken smile as the light slowly left your eyes.
The tears continued to fall from your glossy (e/c) eyes and it broke Dick’s heart, he nervously reach out to you wanting to comfort you but you pulled away. “No need to comfort someone you don’t love, I’m a big girl I can handle myself, just don’t go getting caught by the paparazzi with other women. Good night Mr. Grayson.”, you tried to sound cheerful despite breaking in front of him, you turned and left to sleep in the guest bedroom while he slept his room.
You’d overstepped, overreached for something you couldn’t have, what could you possibly have to offer him now? Dick ran his hand through his raven colored hair in frustration, he was confused he loved Kori but why did it hurt to see you like that? He walked into the kitchen ready to grab something to eat only to see a warm plate of food waiting for him on the counter. While he was outside chatting and giggling with Kori you were in the kitchen heating up his dinner, god this hurt, why did his heart suddenly ache? Why were you so broken and yet so perfect?
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Jason Todd
You were shocked when your boss set you up on a date with this handsome man, you knew nothing of him but you loved the way his piercing metallic blue eyes made your heart skip a beat. One date became several and then suddenly you were engaged, it wasn’t by a ring or anything no Jason suddenly offered you a marriage contract, detailed with what both of you would provide for one another if you agreed. You were hopeful seeing this contract and agreed to the terms but you hadn’t realized that Jason was forced into this for a mission. Bruce needed information on the corruption in your father’s company and you were the easiest way in.
You’d been played without knowing it, fooled and lied to by a man that had stolen your heart. You thought you knew him but in the end it was all a lie. Tears spilled from your eyes as you quietly stood against the wall shocked by Jason’s uncontrollable rage. His fist was embedded in the wall next to your ear, after a heated argument he’d grown so mad that he actually tried to attack you out of frustration. He growled at you, pulling his bloody fist from the wall as he spat the venom laced truth, “I never loved you, you were just part of my work. How could I love some spoiled rich girl like you? You don’t know me, you never will, when this is over I can’t wait to get rid of you.”
Those words made your knees buckle, you fell to the floor and hunched yourself over. The amount of tears pouring from your eyes was blinding, you could hardly see and it almost scared you how quiet he’d suddenly become.
“A-All fake huh? A-All of it? You pretended to love me just to get info on my father?”, you asked in utter shock.
Jason spat out a ‘yes’ while you continued to cry on the floor. You were bubbling with your own rage, unable to contain it anymore after the years of neglect and abuse from your evil family. You struggled to stand, still shaking like a freshly born fawn, Jason wasn’t even aware of the heavy slap that would grace his cheeks, he was now looking to the side from the impact of your open palm against his face.
Heavy ragged breaths spilled from your lips, the tears still pouring from your devestated eyes. Jason turned his head to look at you again, finally noticing the first aide kit in your arms. You slammed it against his chest and stormed off, “Clean your own wounds if this was all just a cruel fucking joke than I don’t need you. I thought you genuinely loved me, I thought you were different but I was wrong! Go to hell Jason Todd!”, you screamed storming off to your room.
Jason’s blood boiled after hearing you shout at him, never once had you ever talked to him like that but at the same time never had he raised a hand to you like this. The look of fear in your eyes, that look was definitely the same one he made every night he hid under the kitchen table to avoid watching his mother be beaten. He’d become just like those men that she’d bring home and worst of all he showed you that hideous side of him. He fell on to the couch and sighed, frustrated with himself. His hand hurt, his body ached, and his heart felt like it was constricting in his chest.
“What have I done?”, he mumbled to himself, staring at the drying puddle of tears that stained the floor.
You stayed holed up in your room for the night, heart breaking more and more but in the end you made a decision. You weren’t some spoiled little rich girl, you were cunning, manipulative, you got what you wanted and right now you wanted freedom. If Jason needed the information against your father then you’d give it to him and walk away from this lie with what little dignity you had left.
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Tim Drake
The waiter could only offer you a sad smile as you asked for the check, the candles had burned out on your table from how long you’d waited and the food across from you had gone cold. Tim had forgotten about you yet again. He was always busy with work, always busy with hero stuff, always to busy to love you despite the ring on your finger. You’d never been so humiliated in your life, he’d promised to be here at least for tonight. A dinner date for your birthday was all you wanted and even then he couldn’t make the time for you.
“Knowing him he’s holed up in his room again.”, you huffed using the subway to get home.
When you eventually made it home you found Tim lounging in the living room with papers and charts scattered around him. He’d brought work home again with him, no wonder he didn’t show up,
“Oh (y/n) you’re home, sorry about the mess I’ll clean it up before leaving.”, Tim spoke not once looking at you.
You scoffed in annoyance, “Where are you off to at this time of night?”, you asked, putting your purse down and taking off your heels.
“I’m going to Cassie’s place, she had a new game she wanted to show me a ne-“, his eyes finally met you, his face heated up seeing you all dressed up, “Where’d you come from?”
You turned and glared at him, obviously upset about what he’d done to you. You refused to speak to him and that suddenly peaked his interest, “What’re you so upset about? Are you mad at me?”, Tim asked standing up and making his way to you.
You clicked your tongue, turning to him with hopeful eyes that seemed glossy, “I-Isn’t there something you might have forgotten about?”, you asked nervously.
Just an apology that’s all you wanted, if he apologized you’d forgive him but when Tim just stared at you with a fish like expression you realized he’d truly forgotten. Your lips quivered, tears spilling from your eyes the longer you stared at his confused expression.
“H-Hey what’s the matter? Are you okay (Y/n)?”, Tim panicked, having never seen you cry before.
You wiped away your tears aggressively, trying to bottle up your emotions. “Just one night. All I wanted was one night with you.”, you sobbed.
“(Y/n)…you know I’m busy. Sorry but I promised Cassie I’d be there tonight. What’s going on with you?”
You were growing more and more angry the more he talked, how irrelevant could you be to your own fiancée, how could he do this to you? You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him close, glaring into his eyes, “What about your ex makes me so forgettable? Why do I always have to be the last priority to you? Why her and not me?”, you growled.
Tim suddenly felt targeted, he glared at you in frustration and pulled your hands off of his collar, “What are you talking about? Don’t be jealous of Cassie, I don’t know what you’re being insecure about but this needs to stop!”
More tears poured from your eyes, he really didn’t remember he’d completely forgotten about you.
“I’m your fiancé how do you expect me to feel about this? You’re always so busy, you’re neglecting me, it’s not fair.”
Tim would then say the few words that would leave you numb for the next couple of days, “Just because you’re my fiancé doesn’t mean I have to love you or deal with your obsessiveness. I’m leaving, try and reflect on your behavior while I’m gone.”, Tim huffed storming out of the apartment in a fuss.
You finally let your emotions run wild, screaming out your pain and frustration in the lonely apartment. To think that your own fiancé would forget about your birthday, a day he promised to celebrate and cherish with you. You couldn’t do this anymore you were tired.
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Damian Wayne
Nothing was colder than the gaze of your fiancé, he was unamused and irritable in your presence. You tried your best not to be a nuisance and act like a proper lady for him but all of your effort was in vain. Even now as the Ballroom was filled to the brim with guests you didn’t feel at home here. Damian would hardly be caught by your side and women from all over Gotham clung to his arm trying to seduce him. Nobody knew of your engagement, it was a condition he implemented when your parents arranged your marriage to him. The ring on your finger was plain and boring, much like your relationship with him. You hated Galas, you were reminded just how lonely and unloved when these huge parties were thrown, you felt like a guest in this mansion more than a family member.
While Damian chatted away with stock holders and business partners you made your way to him to try and speak with him. He noticed you before you got to close and excused himself to pull you away, “What do you want?”, he hissed quietly.
“I thought we could share a dance. You’ve been so busy lately that we haven’t really had time to-“
“I hate dancing you know that. Please find someone else to occupy your time.”
You pouted and glared at him, “I just want to spend time with my Fiancé why is that so bad? You hardly let me leave the mansion and I wasn’t allowed to socialize when I was with my parents so I don’t really have friends. I don’t really have people to occupy my-“
Damian cut you off again, clicking his tongue in annoyance, “Your inability to socialize isn’t my problem, why did my father have to force me to marry such a useless woman li-“
“Damian Al Ghul Wayne if you finish that sentence I swear I truly will make you the most miserable man on earth.”
His emerald eyes quickly turned to meet your dead ones, the light vanished from them as a chilling expression melted across your usally happy face. Never had you used his full name like that before and never had he seen you make a face like this.
“I have been patient with you, I have been proper and professional for you and the public, never once have I disobeyed one of your orders or demands. Your inability to love me isn’t my problem, I’m sick of it all. I’m tired of loving people only to be tossed aside like a ragdolll. You make me miserable and your cowardness to even announce me to the public is overwhelming. If I upset you so much over something as trivial as a dance then I see I’m wasting my time.”, you sighed, tears beginning to well up in your eyes, it was happening again, he was just like the rest of the men that faked loving you.
Your words hit him like a train, he hadn’t realized that you felt like this and although it hurt to listen to it, the truth was you were right. Damian was acting just like his father back when he hid him away from the public until his official adoption as a child. Before he even realized it you’d placed something in his hand and began walking away, his body moved on its own, his hand reaching out to take your wrist. That’s when he saw it, the most heartbreaking sight he’d even seen, you turned back towards him, face red with embarrassment, and tears pouring down the sweet apples of your cheeks.
“I-I…”, he tried to speak but the shock from seeing you crying left him speechless.
“Leave me alone.”, you sighed, pulling away and hanging your head as you disappeared into the crowd of people.
Damian had almost forgotten about his hand until a small sound caught his ears, despite the sea of chatter and laughter around him the world suddenly went eerily quiet. His emerald eyes became hyperfocused on the ring that now rested on the ground, the ring that was once on your finger.
“W-What have I done?”
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To be continued……
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kimberly-spirits13 · 2 months
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Tired Timmy
Pairing: Tim Drake x reader
Warnings: None
Summary: Fluff- When you return from a mission, you realize how tired Tim is and get him to sleep.
Word Count: 1598
PS: I IMPLORE THE BATFAM WRITERS TO MAKE MORE TIMMY CONTENT
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Tonight, was an especially cold night. Snow fell over the city and blanketed everything in sight. You had just gotten back from a mission in the Amazon and was on break from patrol duty. Aside from getting used to the change in climate from where you were versus where you are now, you were worried about Tim. Of course, he was relieved that you were back safe and sound, he told you as much, but he seemed especially stressed as of lately. It wasn’t uncommon for him to stress about you leaving for a mission without him, but even coming back didn’t seem to stall his emotions. 
            “How’s it going Timmy?” You asked in the comms, watching the surveillance cameras from around the city. 
            “mmm” he grumbled in response 
            “That good huh?” You started snickering at his response, “Only thirty more minutes and then you can come crash.”
            “Good to know.” He said as you watched him haphazardly swing from one building to another, “any leads on the Riddler case?”
            “A few, I’m pretty sure he and Penguin are in cahoots again. I’d say that they’re getting ready for a heist. Give them three weeks tops.” Tim heard paper being tossed around as you combed through the case files regarding your suspicions, “We can go over them when you’re rested.” 
            “I’ll be fine.” Tim said, “We’ll talk about it when I get back.” 
            You weren’t going to argue with him. Tim could be stubborn about working and you didn’t want him angry on patrol, especially when he was this tired. It was a good way of making sure that he came home injured. 
            “Dick, make sure that Tim doesn’t throw himself off a building or something.” You said on a private link.
            “I’m always on it, Y/N/N.” He replied in a chipper tone, “You see it too?” 
            “Yeah,” you leaned back in your chair, watching as the boys ran through the city, “I’ll pick his brain on it when you guys get back. Just make sure he comes back in one piece.”       
            “Will do.”
            You logged into the computer database on Penguin and Riddler’s recent moves, trying to pinpoint connections to them. It was late and you told Alfred to go to sleep so there was only Damian’s pets keeping you company. The first sign of extra life was the sounds of the Batmobile roaring through the underground tunnels. Sometimes, depending on how fast Bruce was going, the walls would vibrate and shake. Dust from the cave’s ceiling would fall onto the floor and in the air as he came flying into the garage. Today it was mundane, and no dust came off the walls. You heard the mechanical sliding of the doors opening and two pairs of heavy footsteps before the sound of two other engines roared through the cave. 
            “How’s the investigation going?” Bruce asked, raking through the papers as Damian picked up Alfred the cat from the chair arm rest.
            “It’s moving along nicely. I think they’re going for the new diamond exhibit downtown. I don’t know why anyone exhibits anything valuable in this city anymore.” 
            Bruce gave a stiff chuckle before patting you on the back, “Good work, turn in for the night, you need rest.” 
            Bruce started walking off as Tim came up and leaned over the side rest.
            “Hey babe.” He tipped your chin to give you a kiss.
            “How was patrol?” You asked, already knowing the answer.
            “It was fine.” He said, pulling up a chair next to you.
            “You seem exhausted.” “Timmy let’s go to bed. We need rest.”
            “Looks aren’t always as they appear Y/N/N.” He mindlessly ran his fingers through your hair and stared at you, “What do you have on the case?”
            You knew there was nothing you could do to get Tim to go to bed at this point. It was time for plan “Timber”. Talking fast, you told him everything you had. There was no repeating what you had said, and you started flipping through the papers as fast as possible without raising suspicion. You had the clocks set to look like a later time, making sure that Tim would think it was later than it was. It was obvious when the plan was working since you saw Tim’s unfocused eyes start wandering around the cave. When it got to this point, Tim would finally decide it was time to rest.
            “Does that make sense?” You asked, thumbing over his fingers, “I’ve got the schematics of the-“
            “Y/N/N, it makes sense but, uh, I’m not focusing anymore.” 
            “Do you wanna go to bed?” You asked, searching for any sign of resistance in his eyes, “Come on.”
            You stood up and pulled him out of the chair, he leaned into you and let his weight rest against you.
            “Sorry, you just got back from a mission, you must be sore.” He said, leaning off you.
            “It’s okay Timmy, I’m alright.” You hugged him and led him upstairs, “Come on, I’ll get you to bed.” 
            “M’ not a baby, I can’t get there myself.” He mumbled into your shoulder before pausing, “That came out snappy.”
            “You’re fine Tim. I know you’re tired.” 
            “I’m fine.”
            Again, you didn’t say anything back, but instead led him up the next flight of stairs and into his room. Leaving him to grab his clothes, you walked into the bathroom and started the shower. When the water was warm enough, you opened the door to tell Tim it was ready. He walked in before calling you back in, the softness of his voice showing how tired he was. 
            “Hey um, you haven’t showered yet either have you?” He asked, crossing his arms with a towel wrapped around his waist. 
            “I showered after dinner Tim.” You said, raising a brow.      
            “Oh yea.” There was a silence in the room for a few seconds.
            “But, if you insist, I can’t say no.” This made Tim chuckle a bit before you shut the door and he dropped the towel before he got into the shower himself.
            You quickly undressed and opened the glass door, joining Tim in the hot stream of water. Tim leaned his head against your shoulder and sighed deeply.
            “I’m tired.” He admitted, wrapping his arms around you, relishing in the heat of the water and the closeness of you.
            “I gathered as much.” “You’ve been over working yourself recently. I told Dick to make sure you didn’t run yourself to death before I got back.” 
            “It’s not Dick’s fault.” He said, “I have my ways.”
            “Oh, I know.” You laughed, making Tim laugh with you.
            “I’m glad you’re back. I thought I’d kill someone for the past three weeks.” 
“I’m glad to be back too. Also, glad you didn’t kill anyone, that would be unfortunate.”  You started running shampooed hands through his hair, washing the dirt and grime down the drain.
Tim closed his eyes and let the water run over his head, washing away the soap and eventually the conditioner that you ran through his hair. He began to wash himself, making sure not to run over the bruises on his torso. Tim gave you a quick glance before double taking.                      “What’s this from?” He asked, running a soapy finger over a stitched wound on your stomach, “I haven’t seen it.”
“Got grazed by a blade during the mission.” “One of the assassins got the best of Cassie and I jumped in front of her.” 
“It looks painful.” “I’ve been leaning on you this entire time, are you hurt anywhere else?” He spun you around and started looking for signs of other injuries.
“Besides a few bruises, I’m fine. You’re fine Timmy I’m not hurt.”
“This doesn’t look fine. Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked 
“I didn’t want to worry you, you’re exhausted.” The rest of the soap ran off the two of you and into the drain, “I didn’t want you stressing yourself out.”
“I’m sorry.” Tim said honestly, “You said to get rest but I totally didn’t.” 
“Tim I’m not upset with you. I know it’s your job and you feel passionately about it, I’m just worried you don’t sleep, it’ll get you hurt on the field.”
“I know you’re right.” 
“Come on, let’s get dress and go to bed. I don’t think I have a change of clothes in here.” You said grabbing two towels from the heated rack.
“I brought you some sweats.” Tim replied with a smirk.
“Oh, so you’re admitting that you planned this all along?” You laughed nudging him jokingly.
“Just the shower.” 
            When you had dried off totally, you walked back into the bedroom and turned the fan on. Walking back to the bed, you saw that Tim was already getting into bed. His eyes were fluttering shut and opening again, over, and over. He turned his head to you and spread out, getting comfortable.
            “I’m tired.” He said softly.      
            “I know love.” You climbed next to him and reached over him to turn the lamp off.
            “That’s a good view babe.” Tim said with a smirk in his voice before you leaned back onto your side.
            “Glad you approve.” 
            You laid down, pulling Tim closer to you. He put his head into the crook of your neck and took a deep breath before wrapping his legs around you. Pushing the covers over his shoulders, you ran your fingers through his hair, watching as his breath evened out and his body relaxed. 
            “I’m exhausted. Can’t sleep without you” he said in a whisper.
            “I know Timmy, but you can sleep now.” 
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《Catlad/Stray x Reader! HEADCANONS》
More Catlad Tim! HEADCANONS! Mini fic at end! Slight Robin Au too!
Tim is obsessed with the Batfamily (Regardless if you are Robin/Vigilante! Reader)
Tim often writes in a small journal about the crime-fighting family!
He looks up to Dick since he met him before at Haley's circus before his parents had became a bit detached.
Jason never met Tim as Robin, but did look up to him! Finding this Robin a tad bit cooler than when the first Robin was taking crooks down.
Nightwing on the other hand babies Catlad when Tim is first starting out! The two would even sneak out from their parents- *ahem* "parental guardians", to get some air and just talk. [Tim just straight-up fanboying and trying to play it cool. He asks questions about Batman, Nightwing, Robin, and etc.
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Sighing stupidly at your phone, you felt your cheeks, warm as an oven and your heart all mushy. A small squeal leaves your lips as you twirl about on your way to Wayne manor. A skip in your step without a care in the world as you ring the doorbell.
Instead of Alfred greeting you, Bruce Wayne meets you at the front door. 
"Ah, (Y/N), thank you for arriving in such short notice."
"Of course Mr. Wayne!" You yell, a bit too much excitement in your voice.
The play-boy billionaire eyes you with a questioning look. "Alright.. Well, I must head off now. Alfred and Dick will be back to the manor in a few hours. You know the rules, so I'll be off. Take care of Damien, have a good one!" The CEO waves goodbye as he heads to his garage.
You do a small wave back, soon heading inside the lustrous manor.
Your feet tapping against the cold floor as you wander around the manor for the "baby" you were supposed to be "sitting".
"(L/N)." Damien calls out to you from the stairs to the upstairs bedrooms. Ace and Titus sitting beside him with straightened postures.
You smile at the tiny kid, waving at him to come down. He does so, with a eye-roll and a click of his tongue. The two dogs following behind him like soldiers.
"You seem in good spirits (L/N), more so than usual." The boy said, the two of you outside in the ginormous backyard as you pick up a toy ball for the dogs. 
"Ooohh... Yeah, I-I guess something good did happen today...!" You state, your voice becoming higher pitched and faster. Ignoring Damien's cold stare as you throw the toy ball, Ace runs after it, while Titus looks at his Master for confirmation. Damien nods, smirking a bit at his animal companion as he runs off toward Ace. 
"Well what is it?"
""Scuse me?"
"What made you this "happy" today?" The young Wayne reiterates, petting Ace and Titus once they brought back the ball and another ball?
Where did they find the other one??
"IT-S Uhnnn, teenage stuff, it'll make you SO BOreeed, don't worry about it, kay?!" You grab one of the balls and chuck it so fast and far it flew outside the gardens.
"Damn.. I mean! DANG!" You try to censor yourself, forgetting there was a child present. 
"(L/N), I know what cursing is, your just like Grayson whenever he loses his balance." Damien scoffs, and you chuckle at the oh-so "perfect Garyson" falling on his face whenever he tries to black-flip to impress you and Damien.
"I know, but your still a ity-bity tike! I don't wanna ruin your child like innocence!" You whine dramatically, attempting to go in for a hug as Damien expertly avoids your hug attack.
"Augh, your worse than Garyson!" He hisses, this time changing his route to inside the manor.
"Come on, we need to get that ball back!"
"Fine..!" You groan out, pouting. "But I think it's an accomplishment that I'm worse than him!"
Wandering around the Crest Hill neighborhood, you stare in awe at the pristine houses and ginormous manors and mansions of rich households.
Damien nudged your leg when he noticed the stupid expression on your face.
"You've seen Wayne Manor before, these buildings aren't as amazing. That one over there isn't even old, it's rather plain too."
You eye the one Damien pointed out curiously, "who's home is it?"
Damien shoots you a look, which you could only offer a timid smile.
The boy sighs and names all the residents on the street, explaining to you the reasons he even knew were due to his father's connections with the higher upper-class citizens of Gotham. Most of them attended the charities they frequented.
"The newer building is Drake Manor-"
Damien becomes quiet as he turns around, you following his position.
A familiar teen walks up to the two of you...
Oh.
SHIT-
"(Y/N)? What are you doing here?"
Your body trembles in place as you turn around, Damien who notices your frightened stance. Glares at the newcomer that decided to approach the two of you.
"TIM- I-I mean! Hi-! Drake, Tim Drake??" You babble, wanting to find the nearest rock and crush it on your skull.
"Uhm, yeah, that's me.. Why are you in Crest Hill? I thought you... Wait, do you live here?" Tim coughed, realizing his slip up.
"OH-ya see.. I had.. A baby-sitting gig, so that's why I'm here. BU-Ut... No, I don't live here, in this area, or neighborhood."
Tim's eyes don't meet your own, he rubs the back of his neck and apologized for the assumption.
"No! It's fine, really!" You honestly were just more focused on the fact Tim even knew you existed. The two of you didn't really talk with each other, except on the occasional "hi" or nod in greeting when seeing each other. (Which would always light up your day!)
"And the one that does live here is standing beside me." You gestured to Damien, who squares up in front of Tim. 
Not frightened or shy by the lanky looking male in front of him.
"It was nice seeing you, Drake. But we have to keep looking for our ball, excuse us." 
Damien, grabs your hand, trying to tug you away, but you stay rooted on the sidewalk.
"W-well I guess will see each other later?"
" Definitely," Tim said. His slips form into a grin as he walks back to his destination.
"Yeah.." You giggle stupidly. 
Once Tim was out of sight and hearing, you stumble forward as Damien pulls you along.
"Wait! Damien! Calm down! My legs are asleep right now!" You cry out, he ignored you as the two of you find the ball and head back to the manor.
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Mini Catlad And Other Batbrats HEADCANONS
Nightwing babies Catlad when first meeting them. Red Hood shoots at him, Robin tried to kill him.
Robin in this Au has a fun rivalry with Catlad, the two often bickering instead of fighting, or both at the same time.
I would like to think Catlad has intentionally flirted with you while babysitting Robin or Damien just to piss off the kid. But I can see that the two respect each other. But won't admit it unless they were both about to die.
"What's wrong?" Catlad smiles evilly at the two of you, or rather, mostly towards Robin. Who seemed fed up with the thief's antics. While you and Damien had decided to go to the museum to check out a new exhibit. (Dick had begged you to take Damien in his steed because of reasons.)
But, the two cat burglars had decided to make an entrance...
Batman was off running after Catwoman, while Robin stood protectively in front of you. Glaring at the cat-themed villain, while you smile at Catlad. Remembering the two of you rendezvous on apartment roof-tops a few days back.
You started to pray for his safety when Robin threw out a flash bomb at your friend.
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[Hope you guys enjoyed it! I need to start thinking about making a bat-brats as villain series. Also, hint for the next one, it's gonna be a hoot! Get it?]
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Hey, I wanted to request for Tim Drake where y/n has telekinesis and she’s Tim’s assistant. One day someone attacks and y/n kicks there asses without anyone’s help. Thank you <3 have a good day
After hours.
Tim Drake x Fem!Reader Oneshot
WC: 1708
SYNOPSIS: Y/N just wants a night off, is that so hard? From fighting crime to overtime at Wayne tech our favorite vigilante just wants to get some sleep, however sometimes annoying thugs get in the way of her night off. tch. Don’t worry, she’s got it under control.
WARNINGS: Violence, gunfight, Y/N being disrespectful to batman (even tho he deserves it) , swearing
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Tic. Tic. Tic.
The clock that hung on the wall was making it painfully obvious to Y/N L/N that time was passing ever so slowly. As much as Y/N loved her job at Wayne Tech, this was the first night this week she didn’t have to stay for overtime. You can’t blame her for being excited to go home.
4:56. Okay, only 64 minutes to go. I can do that. She thought, tapping her pen against her mahogany desk. She had a nice private area to work, beautifully furnished, and it sat just outside her boss Tim Drake’s office. And there she sat, waiting for time to speed up and impatiently bouncing her leg under the desk.
Y/N continued to fill the time by filing her boss’s paperwork and finishing up contracts for tomorrow’s early meetings. She took messages from incoming calls and filled out Tim’s schedule for the week. Then she felt a buzz in her pocket.
Shit.
Something else that should be mentioned about Y/N. She has a rather dangerous after hours hobby.
Being a metahuman vigilante in Gotham came with its challenges. There were always going to be the usual criminals, creeps and bad guys. However the biggest thorn in your side was the big bad bat himself. He has… territory issues.
And he has an automatic prejudice against metas. It wasn’t your fault that you were hit with a particle accelerator blast and woke up with telekinesis. Nor was it your fault you looked damn good in black spandex. You weren’t sure if that last part pertained to Batman’s focus on you, however maybe he’s jealous you’re hotter. Oh, definitely.
So here you sat, your communicator alerting you of a nearby attacker. Your eyes snapped up to meet the clock once more. You glanced over at the door separating you and Tim just to make sure it was still securely shut.
You pulled the communicator out of your pocket and read the warning.
ATTEMPTED CRIME IN PROGRESS:
LOCATION: WAYNE TECH
ARMED OFFENDERS APPROACHING
POLICE: 7 MINUTES OUT
Just as you finished reading, the emergency alarm began to blare and the muffled sounds of gunshots rang out from floors below. You immediately stood up. As if you moved in sync, something very common within soulmates, Tim Drake’s door swung open. He stepped out wearing only a white button up, black slacks and a tie. His jacket must’ve been discarded in his office. A look you think he needs to sport far more often. Not the time, Y/N.
“Stay here.” You said unanimously.
You narrowed your eyes at him. Men and their egos.
“With all due respect, you have no idea-“ He began.
“Please Mr. Drake,” You raised a hand to him. “We can argue about this at a later date.” You rolled your eyes at him and began to make your way down the hall. He stumbled after you.
The lights above you flickered and you pulled him to the side of the hallway behind a pillar. Out of the elevator eight- rather large- criminals stumbled out. Tim pushed himself in front of you as the criminals filed down the hall.
“All we need is the girl. Tracked the locater here. All we gotta do is hit her once with this, grab her, and we can beat it.” One of the thugs said, holding a metal blaster in his hand.
Ugh. You recognized him. This is so tedious. These guys were after you for their higher up. Some mob leader you took down a while ago wanted vengeance, but couldn’t exactly get the best quality help while he stuck in Belle Reve. You rolled your eyes and pushed Tim off of you. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, he grabbed you and forcibly dragged you back towards him.
“What the hell?! Do you have a death wish? Help is on the way, just stay calm and don’t make any rash decisions.” Tim aggressively whispered. He knew he couldn’t blow his cover with a civilian present, especially one who worked for him. It would only endanger you more, however, Jason and Bruce had been notified and would be there any minute. All he had to do is make sure you don’t get yourself killed in the meanwhile.
Your eyebrow rose at his tone.
Jeez, someone needs to get this guy anxiety medication…
“Listen, Tim.” You rubbed your face in annoyance. “I kn-“
“What could you possibly say to convince me to let one of my employees, and friends, go out to armed assailants?” He crossed his arms. It’s true, you and Tim were friends. You had become rather close with the late nights in the office. Though in order to keep things professional, you didn’t see each other outside of work unless it was on ‘accidental’ terms.
Your eye twitched in annoyance. So instead of talking to him like a sane person, you decided to give him a taste of his own attitude. You slid past him and made your way down the hall.
“Y/N!” Tim whisper-shouted. You waved him off.
“Yo morons. What the hell are you doing here?” You asked, crossing your arms.
“S/N. Tch. We knew we’d get to you eventually. You see-“
“Can we cut the monologue? Sorry, but it’s late, I’m supposed to be off work in like 15 minutes. So let’s get this over with. Large bad guys with a weapon to attack with, you get your asses handed to you by a hot superhero,” You flipped your hair over your shoulder. “And you guys go back to prison, but not Belle Reve because you guys aren’t that big of a deal.”
The main guy pointed the weapon at you. You rolled your eyes and telekinetically drew it to yourself. As you examined it, you realized it was significantly more advanced than the stuff that these guys ever messed with.
“Where the hell did you dufases get tech like this?”
Three of the men lunged towards the device. You dodged downward, out of the way of the first guy, pushing his shins, using the force from your knees to flip him over your head. You ducked and punched the second guy onto the ground. The third man smirked and pointed his gun at you. You smacked it out of his hand and hit him with the bottom of your palm causing his nose to bleed profusely. He dropped the gun to grab at his face and you kicked it away from him.
When you turned back to face the rest of them, you realized Tim had his hands up in surrender from the other side of the hall. In the commotion he had stepped out, and currently had a gun pointed in his direction. Just as the BANG rang out and the bullet left the gun, you lifted your hand up and stopped the bullet in its tracks, forcing it to fall to the floor. Tim’s eyes widened in surprise. You exasperatedly flung your wrist in the direction of the gun, and it pistol-whipped the guy who was holding onto Tim, allowing for a quick getaway.
“I’ve had enough of this.” You pushed your arms out and felt your body pulsate with power as the rest of the men were thrown against the wall. You continued looking at the small blaster that was definitely intended for your capture. You looked up for a moment to see Tim with his mouth agape.
“What?” You asked, feigning innocence.
“You- and then- the- What??” Tim asked, running a stressed hand through his hair. “Four years I’ve known you! Three years I’ve been searching for S/N! How have I not figured it out?”
“Not sure, I figured out you and Batman’s identities a while ago.” You continued to fiddle with the blaster trying to break the back open. “Also for a masked vigilante, you almost got shot pretty quickly.”
“Don’t tell Batman that, he’ll throw a fit.” You smiled as you managed to pop the back of the blaster open and saw a glowing blue power device.
“Weird. I haven’t seen anything like- Ow shit!” The radiation from the power burned your skin. You dropped it and it clattered to the ground. Tim carefully picked it up, but felt no radiation.
“New biotech. Must be attracted to metahumans. I’ll get Batman to do an overview of it and get back to-“ Just as if the name summoned the devil himself, Batman and the Red Hood crashed through the window, weapons drawn.
Though you hadn’t formally met the bat in person, rumors of his glare flooded the streets of Gotham, and they were absolutely true. The bat’s eyes narrowed at the bodies surrounding you and Tim.
“You revealed your identity?” His gruff voice sent chills down your spine, but you held your composure.
“No, Bruce.” Yikes, perhaps that wasn’t the best decision you could’ve made. Well too late now, might as well go with it.
His head snapped towards Tim.
“Explanation. Now.” He said, his patience evidently running thin.
“I took the guys down. They’re some low level thugs sent out to find me. The question is, how did they get ahold of sophisticated tech like this. My guess would be Cadmus.” You stuck your hand out.
“Y/N L/N sir, also known as S/N.” He glanced at your hand. Jason took it.
“Red Hood!” He smiled. “You’ve been pissing off bats here for a while! Pleasure to meet you!”
You raised an eyebrow, but smiled nonetheless. Since the bat continued to silently stare at you, you turned back to Tim.
“Alright! Well, I’m going to head home because I am,” You checked the watch on your wrist, “Officially off work! I will see you tomorrow, Mr. Drake. Please update me on the weapon and if you have any questions, I'm sure you can reach me now. Have a good night.” You smiled and began walking out.
You were finally going to get home early! You made your way down the elevator and towards the large spinning doors of the lobby however you were stopped when you heard your name get called.
“Y/N! Y/N!” Tim said. “You uh- forgot your jacket upstairs.” He stuck your jacket out towards you. “I couldn’t, in good conscience, let you walk in the cold without it.”
“Thanks Mr. Drake.” You took it from him, fingers grazing his as you sat in an awkward silence for a moment.
“I guess I’ll see you later then.” You turned to leave, but he grabbed your wrist.
“Wait!” He swallowed. “Would you like to grab a coffee with me tomorrow? Before work?” Your gaze softened at him.
“Yeah. I’d actually really like that.” You smiled at him.
“Great!” He smiled widely. “I’ll pick you up around 8:00. Also, it’s just Tim, Y/N.”
“Alright Tim, I will see you tomorrow.” You put on your jacket and turned to walk out. Tim smiled as you walked out.
Once you got out the door you made your way down the street towards your apartment complex. As the building came into view, you were pulled into a side alley and a gun was held to your neck.
“Gimme all the cash ya’ got, and I wont hurt cha’ doll face.”
“Oh brother.”
Of course, because god forbid you could just get the night off.
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A/N: Hey guys! First request and first published oneshot! I am so glad I finally got the courage to post this and once school is out I will be able to post much more! Thank you so much, love, for requesting this fic <3 Enjoy!
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Enough // Tim Drake x GN! Reader
Y/N is a vigilante moment even though i hate writing Y/N as a vigilante but I needed to write smth about an inferiority complex 2 cope asf and this is the only thing that made sense lmaoo i have finals this whole week pls send thots and prayers love u guys <3 HURT AND COMFORT + not proofread per usual
“Currently northbound, everything checks out. How’s it looking on your end?”
Tim’s voice sounded muffled behind the wind. He was using comms mid swing again, despite your countless protests against it for his safety.
“Everything is fine here too. I just checked the last two blocks.”
Or maybe he was just on a rooftop. It was windy after all, especially higher up where you were perched now, overlooking a small corner of the city.
“Sounds good, I’ll see you back at the cave.”
It bit into the side of your face, the parts your mask didn’t cover, chilled fingers running their course across your cheeks. A shiver ran down your spine. Your cape billowed violently beside you, sitting on the precipice as you were it felt as if it could pick you up at any moment. But tonight you didn’t particularly mind.
“Copy that.”
You had no intention of going back. At least not yet. There weren’t any cases to solve or villains to plot against and while it was nice to live in a place full of kind faces and warm gestures, it was difficult to hear your own thoughts when they were being drowned out by the ever flowing conversation of twelve other voices. Nights like these were your own.
Your eyes fluttered shut as you inhaled. If you focused on it enough, letting go of your mind to let it wander, it almost felt as if you were flying. Almost.
How did you get here?
The wind billowed noisily in your ears but in the silence of tempestuous isolation the question rung so clearly in your mind, it clung like the lingerings of a bell chime.
Of course you knew how you got on the roof. And you knew how to get home. And you knew you had a home.
You were happy— undoubtedly you were happy. Your friends were wonderful, your boyfriend loved you; if you didn’t blink twice the world would think you had it all.
Somehow you didn’t though. That’s how you got here. Because you don’t belong.
You felt the cold bite of your tears along your cheeks before you registered them falling.
It was easier some days to forget it; the days when everyone lounged around at home, fighting tooth and nail to avoid taking out the trash. When you wrestled with Jason over TV programs because he wanted to rewatch Riverdale “for the irony of it.” Arguing with Tim on some obscure rooftop about which Spiderman was the best one. Dinners with the family, feasing over Alfred’s food.
But you didn’t belong and you knew it.
Two weeks ago you lost a lead on the disappearances happening around downtown that Tim had to rectify for you. Before that, you scuffed a mission by getting caught; the others had to save you. What good were you?
Even if you did succeed. Your feats were nothing another couldn’t accomplish. It took you three weeks to right a low profile burglary, when Cass could’ve done it in three days. And you tried. As much as anyone could you tried, but trying isn’t enough because effort means nothing when it amounts to mediocrity.
The truth was, even with a full hand— you didn’t deserve your cards. The rest of them and the trauma they faced before getting here; what did you ever suffer for but a few minor inconveniences?
You don ’t belong.
And it was infuriating.
You don’t have the skill. You don’t have the talent. You don’t even have a sob story to your name. You are nothing and nothing you could ever do would be good enough. You would never be good enough.
“Hey.” A voice behind you drew you out of your thoughts, making you whip your head around. You’d thrown the knife you had in hand at the intruder before you could process it, habitually. It hit the door leading to the rooftop with a thud as a figure moved to avoid it. The black boots of Red Robin’s suit emerged from the shadows as he approached you with his hands up.
“Woah! Hey, it’s just me.”
The tension in your body settled as soon as you registered the symbol sprawled across his chest, turning yourself back around to resume your previous position.
“You could’ve radioed me.”
The boy shrugged as he perched himself beside you, legs dangling over the edge, mimicking you.
“You didn’t answer when I did.”
“Oh. I guess I just didn’t hear it.”
His eyes were on you as you stared at the skyline. Your hands were fidgeting, kneading the air between each other in something akin to discomfort. A beat of silence passed until he broke it.
“Wanna know a secret?”
Relief flooded your bones. If he asked you what was wrong you wouldn’t know what to say. It’s not like you could lie, not to him, and you couldn’t bring yourself to tell the truth.
“What happened?”
“Well, I was texting and grappling— like you said was stupid, and I hit a brick wall. And then I went home and told you I got into a huge fight that was super valiant and dangerous! Do you remember?“
You snorted. Two months ago he came back limping through the cave. His nose was broken, wrist was sprained, among other things. You gave him an earful then about how reckless he was that night after patching him up.
“You’re joking! I was worried sick when you just stopped texting me and then when you came back I felt terrible for not being there.” He shrugged again with a small smile.
“It was embarrassing! What else was I supposed to say? To be fair, the wall was looking pretty suspicious, I had to neutralize the target… But yeah! I’m not perfect— go figure!” You leaned over, resting your head on his shoulder with a chuckle.
“Honestly I think we should revoke your phone privileges.”
“How would I talk to you then?”
“I guess we’ll just have to ask Bruce about telepathy tech.” You felt his shoulders shake beneath your head as he laughed. His hand hand grabbed yours before you realized it earlier, drawing shapes over your palm with his gloved fingers.
“Wanna know something else?”
“What else, Timberly?” His nose crinkled at the nickname.
“I had the worst insomnia like three years ago! Which, it’s not like I don’t pull all-nighters anymore but I’m improved I swear! Wanna know what fixed it?”
“Oh please don’t say something corny, I might throw up.” Your teeth sank into your bottom lip to prevent the impending smile from forming.
“You thought I was gonna say you? Funny. Silly! Wrong!”
You gasped comically, pulling away, before slapping his arm with the hand he wasn’t holding.
“Timothy Jackson Drake!” He let go of your hand altogether to fish his phone out of his pocket with a coy smile planted firmly under his mask.
“Not so loud! My identity’s at stake.” After tapping at his screen for a few moments, he handed you the phone, “This is my one stop shop tried and true remedy for sleep support.”
Taking it, you took a look. You hadn’t taken the picture. Which makes sense because you were sleeping in it, on one of the couches in the manor on a sunny afternoon. Your nose was crinkled slightly because the sun was in your face, but it made it look like your skin was glowing.
Handing it back, internally satiated but outwardly bashful, you rolled your eyes, “So it was me anyways.”
“You should feel honored I’m blessing you with it! Any thoughts I have that keep me from sleeping? Gone! You’re pretty cool Y/N. I’ve never needed someone like I need you.”
Ah. So he knew. Wordlessly he knew.
“You need me?”
Somehow he always did. And all this was to make you feel better. And it did.
“Yeah. We all do.”
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XOXO💋
Ch. 1: They Don’t Need an Introduction
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Tim Drake x Reader
Fic + Social Media Au
Warnings: none
Series: Ongoing
Author’s note:The last 3 or so chapter of Oh Cara Mia will be coming this winter break. University really is kicking my ass. You may be wondering why i’m posting the new story and the answer is to keep you guys on your toes. I am so excited for this new series and before everything I do want to apologize for a few things. Out of all the boys, Tim is the least I and familiar with so I will be trying to do my absolute best to bring him to justice. Hope you all enjoy this new series!
Please feel free to reblog and comment. I love hearing what you all have to say about the stories I bring you.
Taglist: Since it’s a new story, I will be needing you all to let me know if you would like your be added to the taglist.
Masterlist:
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Youngest of 2 sisters
Bitch with a good heart
Old money
way too intelligent for her own good
plays tennis // tennis partner is Clara
normally is the scandal fixer
ambitious
future CMO to Vanderbilt Hotels
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Model
goes to the tennis court for the cute fits and guys
can range from dumb blonde to evil mastermind
walked from VS Angels
Main Scandal creator
New Money and owns it
heart of gold, but her morals are flexible
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think Crazy Rich Asians
Gossip Queen
Unhinged
Heiress to Dupont Desings
Only Child
Spoiled but not a brat
Fun Aunt energy
Old money
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