#dc fanfic

[gay-dorito-dust]

hii!! I don't know if your requests are open but I love the way you write for the Batboys so I thought I'd request something ^-^

The batboys reacting to their s/o not saying "I love you" back when they end a call. This tiktok for reference.

(In case the link doesn't work https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLW4JWj1/)

Idk if you'll see this but thank you!!

Dick

‘I’ll see you soon honey, I love you.’ Dick said on the other side of the phone.

‘See you soon, bye.’ You said cheerfully as you hung up the phone, trying your hardest not to break down with laughter. You could clearly see Dick’s face within your mind, looking down at his phone with the expression of a confused husky dog, head tilted to the side and a pout spread across his face.

For not once had you ever not said ‘I love you’ to Dick when ending a phone call, even when you were annoyed with him you still told him that you loved him, so this was completely out of the ordinary for you and you knew that Dick knew that too.

Which is why he was quick to call you back.

‘Hi! Yeah this is your BOYFRIEND speaking, you know the one you love and are devoted to loving for all of eternity, so do you not love me anymore now or?’

‘Of course I do what makes you think that sweetheart?’ You asked, trying not to laugh at Dick’s dramatics.

‘Well it doesn’t sound like it.’ You could practically hear him huffing. ‘I just want to be loved is that so much to ask for?’ He asks rhetorically.

‘Dick, you’re being dramatic.’ You tell him and he gasps on the other side. ‘Me dramatic? Never! All I ask is for my beautiful, stunning and perfect partner to say they love me before I go kick some ass, but no I’m asking too much apparently.’ Dick then huffs. ‘How mean.’ You heard him mutter under his breath.

‘Fine I love you! I love you very much so go kick all the asses for my honey! I love, love, love you!’ You practically shouted down the phone. ‘How was that for you mr dramatic?’ You add.

‘Mr dramatic loves you too very much.’ Was all he said before hanging up.

Dick never liked it when you didn’t say I love you, he gets very upset and doesn’t want to do anything else until you concede and tell him you love him as though your life depended on it. He was indeed a dramatic man.

Tim

‘Don’t stay up too late for me, I’ll be home soon I love you.’ He said.

‘Okay bye.’ Was all you replied with before hanging up the phone.

Tim knew damn well you weren’t doing much but hold back your laughter when you put down the phone after not saying ‘I love you’ like you normally did, and so through the process of elimination did Tim eventually come to the conclusion that this was all an elaborate prank.

‘I know this is a prank, you can cut it out now.’ Tim tells you the moment you picked up the phone.

‘Prank? Why would you think this is a prank?’ You asked.

‘You’ve not once forgot to tell me you love me in our past calls, so for you to do it now only is an indication of two things, one it’s a prank or I’ve done something wrong.’ He told you with certainty in his deduction.

You raised a brow. ‘And what makes you think that you didn’t do something wrong and I’m not mad at you?’ You were the one to ask this time as you could practically hear him think.

‘Because I didn’t.’ Was his only reply and you couldn’t help but giggle as you ask again. ‘Are you sure?’

Silence for a couple of second were what you were greeted with before being greeted with a ‘I’m a hundred percent certain.’

You sighed. ‘You’re right, it’s a prank, I’m sorry but I hope this I love you will set things right. So here it is: I love you Tim Drake.’

More silence and you were worried for a second before you heard him say ‘I love you too, don’t stay up too late for me please, we both can’t be sleep deprived that’s only reserved for me.’

Tim knew, he always does so there’s no point trying to prank him because he’ll know unless he’s caught off guard, though he won’t tell you is that he nearly shit himself when you didn’t and though he did something when he begin to think logically.

Jason

‘Okay I’ve got to head out on patrol now with Roy, I’ll see you as soon as I’m done chipmunk, I love you.’

‘See you soon jaybirdie, bye.’ You replied before quickly putting the phone done but as soon as you did, mentally counting down from three and when you got to one, your phone flashed with Jason’s contact almost immediately.

You knew he wasn’t going to let that slide once you started this little prank and he played right into your hands.

‘What was that.’ He asks.

‘What was what.’ You replied, acting as though you were confused.

‘You know what, the whole not saying I love you. it’s kind of out thing and so for you to not saying it is kinda throwing me off my grove, and Roy won’t stop saying how much of a simp I am. What even is a simp anyway?’ You couldn’t help but feel your smile grow wider at Jason’s rant and let out a small chuckle.

‘I’m sure Roy can tell you what a simp is, but I don’t see how me not saying I love you once is enough to throw you complete of your game.’ You replied as you could almost hear Roy laugh.

Jason sighs and you could imagine him rubbing his forehead. ‘Can you, can you just say it so I’m not thinking about it for the rest of the night, I don’t feel like bleeding out on our bathroom floor tonight.’ He says and you couldn’t help but feel yourself bend to his will a little before completely yielding entirely.

‘Fine, if it’ll make you feel better, I love you.’ You said and you could tell that took the weight off of his shoulders.

‘Thanks chipmunk, I love you.’ He said before hanging up, finally content to see the patrol through with a clear mind.

Needless to say Jason internally overthought himself when you didn’t say I love you once, it nearly drove the poor man insane and into doing something reckless. So it was good that you did say it when you did.

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[sanguineterrain]

Hello! I recently found your blog and bruh I'M SMITTEN by your works.

Would it be alright if I requested Jason Todd x gn reader (also vigilante but only works on small cases and in safer places... Jason wouldn't let them anywhere else after a heavy injury they sustained in the past)...

Maybe they're searching for clues in one of the alleys and reader finds a baby there and takes it home (or maybe they fall upon a tired-looking woman throwing her baby over the bridge, reader manages to catch it but when they get back up the woman is gone)? Just overall how would Jason react to his partner finding a kid and bringing it home and what would happen after.

I made myself laugh bc I thought Jason would be like "good thing you went home and not to a bat cave, can't handle another sibling, the last one is already a living hell.

And I wanted to ask if it would be alright if I requested more than just one thing? Completely fine if not.

❤️❤️❤️

This is a super cute prompt!! Thanks for sending it in. And yes feel free to send more than one request 💓

Jason Todd x gn!reader. Abandoned baby, established relationship, Jason being a cutie patootie.

****

You find the baby in a grocery store basket stuffed with blankets behind a Walmart.

She's a tiny thing, with fat cheeks and a permanent wrinkle between her brow. She's frighteningly quiet.

You take her home.

Home has become synonymous with Jason's apartment. At some point, it just made more sense for you to move in long-term. Jason had gingerly brought it up to you one night and kissed you hard when you'd said yes.

You pick up some formula on the way home and a few other things. The baby starts to cry after a bit, to your relief, and after feeding and changing her, you sway her until she falls asleep.

You're content to hold her until you get a crib. You fully intend to do so.

You hear the first lock turn, then the second, then the third. There's no worry that Jason will wake the baby; he always enters a building like he's casing it.

You have the TV turned down low, channel switched to some late-night sitcom. Jason comes in and closes the door with his foot. He takes off his helmet, revealing his messy curls. You smile.

"Hey, Jaybird," you say.

Jason glances at you as he walks to the bedroom, unzipping his vest as he goes. He grins tiredly.

"Hey, sweetheart. Hello, baby."

You watch him disappear into the bedroom. The baby is still fast asleep. You adjust your legs to get more comfortable in the chair.

Jason backs out of the room a moment later, gear still on. His vest is half-unzipped.

"That's a baby," he says.

You nod. "Yep."

Jason pulls a face like he's doing calculus in his head. "Did—do we have a... did I...?"

"How would that even work, Jason?"

"Look, there's many ways that can happen! Y'know how many freakin' clones are in this city? My freakazoid brother could get you a genetically engineered baby in twelve hours."

"She is an organically produced baby not related to either of us. Okay?"

"Oh. Sure, yeah." Jason starts to turn, then comes back. "Wait, no, I still have questions. Why do you have a baby?"

"I found her."

Jason squints at you, then at the baby. "You found her."

"Uh-huh."

"I don't think that'll hold up in court, sweets."

"Relax, Jason. I'm ninety-nine percent sure she was abandoned. I found her behind a Walmart. I know I could've dropped her at the hospital, but I just..." You look down at her sleeping face. "She's just so little. And she needs human contact. Nurses are already overworked as it is. What harm is in taking her home?"

"Yeah, y'know what that is? A siren song. Pretty soon, you'll be fitting her for a domino mask and dressing her like a traffic light."

You roll your eyes. "Don't be silly. I wouldn't dare try to take Damian's title. Plus, traffic light color palettes are so outdated."

Jason pouts. "Are not."

You carefully stand, baby in your arms, and walk over to peck Jason on his cheek.

"Are too. Wanna hold her?"

Jason looks at her like she's a bomb. "I dunno. I might... what if I... hurt her?"

You frown. "You wouldn't hurt her, Jaybird."

"I might hold her wrong or make her cry, and then I'll have to throw myself off the roof."

"You are such a drama king. She's sleeping like a log. You won't wake her unless you scream in her ear."

Before Jason can reply, you're unloading her into his arms. He jumps into action, arms and hands awkward but trying. You smile gently.

"Put her head in the crook of your elbow. Yeah, good. Support her butt. Both arms. Yeah, good! Good job, honey."

You pat his arm. Jason looks spooked for a second, then seems to relax when she doesn't stir. She's cradled in his arms like she was made to fit there.

"Isn't she so cute?" you whisper.

"She is really cute. So small. God." He watches her for a moment, mouth downturned. "I was a small baby too."

"I bet you were a cute baby," you say, tucking a curl behind Jason's ear.

"Oh, sure. People came from all over the world to have a gander at the cutest baby on the planet. Looks like she's taken my title."

Jason starts to sway lightly, holding her like she's gold. You feel your face soften.

He must feel your eyes on him, because he looks up after a moment like he's expecting you to correct his posture. "What?"

You shake your head. "Nothing. Just... I'm just really in love with you, Jay."

Jason's cheeks turn pink. He bites the inside of his cheek.

"Oh. I'm, uh, really in love with you too."

You kiss him properly for that, and Jason hums into your mouth, then pulls back slightly.

"We can't keep the baby. Y'know that, right? I gotta marry you properly first," Jason says against your lips.

"This is the twenty-first century, buddy. People keep babies all the time, unwed or not."

"Yeah, I know. Still wanna marry you first."

You look down at the baby and give her an air kiss. Then you look up at Jason, putting on the saddest face you can muster. He sighs.

"Well," he says, gently touching her fingers. "Maybe we can keep her for a little while."

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[screamingcatus]

Me who hasn’t seriously interacted with DC comics or had as much of an interest in Jason Todd fics in a couple years:

DC kills Jason:

Me:WHAT THE FUCK THEY KILLED MY HUSBAND

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[garpen]

Writing a oneshot fic, that's like 14k words rn, probably at least another 10k words to go. Planning on making it a series. Here are my fav moments meanwhile:

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[purple-obsidian]

lover of mine ( 18+, j'onn j'onzz x fem reader) wc 5.6k

⭓ this post contains sexual content and is not suitable for minors. sort of a continuation of beautiful mind, but it can be read on its own. wrote this for @bad4amficideas who asked nicely for more bits of possessive j'onn. enjoy 💜👽🖤

There is a subtle shift in J'onn's behavior after that night together in your apartment. You notice him more often at work, often catching him staring at you from afar while you're performing maintenance on the watchtower. As one of the engineers hired by WayneTech, you and your coworkers have rotating shifts, usually two weeks in orbit then two weeks on earth.

J'onn has a place of his own on earth, but lately he's been staying in orbit more often, especially the week's you're working there on the Justice League's satellite. You find it odd. Especially since he has no need for sleep. You wonder if he is just truly that committed to justice, wanting to work 24/hours a day to ensure the league is running smoothly. It makes your heart ache a little, thinking about how hard he works, how committed he is to his calling. It only fuels your admiration towards the handsome alien.

You're oblivious to the fact that J'onn's behavior isn't due by an aggressive work ethic, but by the Martians growing fondness of you. Ever since you two made love, J'onn has been growing more and more enamored, finding it hard to shake the dreamy thoughts of you clouding his mind. Like remembering how pretty you looked waking up in his bed the last time you stayed over, all groggy and cuddly. Or recalling the last sci-fi movie you watched together, and how much he enjoyed picking it apart with you and over analyzing the science behind all the fake technology. More than that, though, are the memories of making love with you, going beyond the physical and connecting on a telepathic level as well.

Being this close with you is even more incredible and fulfilling than he dreamed it to be. The spark between you is all consuming, and J'onn cannot help but lean into it, craving the emotional closeness and comfort that your presence brings. He is careful to not let his infatuation with you affect his work or become a distraction...

At least, most of the time.

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Dark red eyes are honed in on you, staring intently from across the cafeteria of the watchtower. You don't notice you're being watched, but J'onn is observing your interaction with your new coworker carefully. It's his first day, and the redheaded scientist is seated directly next to you at the table you're eating at. J'onn doesn't like his proximity. He could have just as easily sat across from you.

You reach for your beverage, and the man's arm is only a few inches away from brushing up against yours. J’onn’s eyes narrow a little when you start trembling and cover your mouth as you laugh at something he just said to you.

What could he be saying that she finds so amusing... J'onn wonders.

The Martian tilts his head slightly and focuses his hearing in your direction, hoping he can listen in on what you're saying back to him.

"J'onn. You’re staring." There's a hint of annoyance in Clark's tone as he grabs a mug from the coffee station J’onn’s planted in front of.

“She hasn’t noticed.” J’onn says simply.

The man of steel smiles, finding J’onn’s shameless adoration for you adorable. “No… but others have.” He points out. J’onn finally peels his eyes off of you, and notices a handful of watchtower employees sitting at the table closest to him, giving him a weird look as they eat their lunches.

Unbothered by this, J’onn’s eyes dart back over to where you're seated, just in time to see your coworker reach behind you to give you a gentle pat on the back. Feeling an immense discomfort at the sight of someone else touching you, J'onn tenses and counts the seconds that the man lets his hand linger on your body before finally removing it so he can continue eating.

Six seconds... six seconds is far too long.

Clark's eyes widen in understanding when he follow's J'onn's gaze to see the cause of his distress, not having noticed the new guy sitting so close to you. "Ahh, that's Dr. Wyatt, new engineer that Bruce hired. He seems to be getting along pretty well with-"

"Do you think she admires him?" J'onn interrupts, looking to Clark hopefully as if he could genuinely answer the question.

"I think she admires you, J'onn. You're still seeing each other, aren't you?" Clark prompts, pouring himself a cup of hot coffee.

"Yes." J'onn states with a calm confidence. "We’ve taken the next step in our relationship, since I’ve spoken to you last."

“You two officially exclusive?” Clark’s blue eyes twinkle as he asks, happy that his friend has finally made some progress in his love life.

“I…” John quickly thinks back to a couple months ago, when he had first asked Clark on advice for dating humans. “…Perhaps I skipped a step or two. What I meant was, we made love.”

Clark chuckles, and shakes his head a little. "Hey, that’s great, J'onn, I'm happy for you. I'm sure you have nothing to worry about, then."

J’onn isn’t so easily convinced. Monogamy is generally the norm for humans, or so he's been told, but he is educated enough to know that some humans, just like Martians, may have different expectations and boundaries when it comes to romantic relationships, and it’s not a conversation he’s had with you yet. Clark reminding him of that doesn’t seem to help his tense mood.

Still sensing J’onn’s distress, Clark rests his hand on J’onn’s shoulder and sighs. “If you’re worried about the new guy… I mean, you should go introduce yourself to him, anyways. Do it while she’s there, maybe he'll get the hint that you two are involved. Or maybe she'll introduce you as her boyfriend, that would make it easy.”

“Boyfriend…” J’onn repeats the word back out loud, feeling foreign on his tongue. “I don't feel as if that label fully encompasses the depths of our connection. Is that really what I am to her?”

“Uhhh… I don't think I can answer that one for you. Just go talk to them, you can’t keep standing here staring at her like this, you’re scaring the lunch crowd.” Clark removes his hand from J’onn’s shoulder and turns to pour some creamer in his coffee.

Your words from your first night together replay in J’onn’s mind as he ponders Clarks advice.

'I'm not interested in anyone else. Earthing or Martian.'

But of course, that was before you met Dr. Wyatt. The man you're having lunch with. The man who is shadowing you this week, who will spend 12 hours a day with you and get to hear your calming voice in his ears and see your sweet smile non-stop.

Clark takes a long sip and sighs in approval of the fresh brew. “This is so much better than the other crap they were using for a while. I wonder what brand this is.”

Too engrossed in his own thoughts to bother responding the coffee comment, J’onn decides to follow Clark’s advice. Most of the League and Watchtower staff know that you and J’onn have been seeing each other, but still, the two of you have kept your interactions at work professional and brief, neither of you feeling the need for any PDA. But while J’onn sees your eyes light up at the story your coworker is telling you, he finds himself growing bold.

He just needs to be made aware. Then I’m sure he will back off. He thinks to himself.

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When you’re finished with your food, You and Dr. Wyatt take your trays over to the bussing station to clean up, talking about your afternoon duties. He’s very talkative, and quite friendly. It’s a refreshing change of pace from the other engineer on board this week, Dr. Fisher. She isn’t hard to work with, by any means. She’s just a bit on the quiet side, and isn’t much for small talk. You appreciate that, but the days do drag on up here, and you’re enjoying the company of someone who actually reciprocates conversation.

The two of you are discussing some of the exterior maintenance you'll have to suit up for later that afternoon when J'onn finally approaches the two of you, catching you just before you exit the dining area.

The moment you see him, a shy grin appears on your face and you pause to greet him. "Hi, J'onn. I didn't know you were getting lunch, we would have sat with you."

"No need to apologize, beauty." J'onn gingerly takes your hand in his and brings it to his mouth to place a soft kiss against your knuckles, his eyes not leaving yours. His actions earn a deep blush from your cheeks. You weren't expecting such a forward display of affection. It's out of the ordinary for J'onn, but you can't help but smile at him, knowing he can hear your elevated heartbeat.

"J'onn, t-this is Dr. Wyatt, today's his first day in the watchtower. Dr Wyatt, this is J'onn J'onzz, he's-"

"The Martian Manhunter," Wyatt interrupts you, which makes J'onn frown. But J'onn swallows his irritation and accepts Wyatt's outstretched hand, shaking it firmly as the newbie continues, "I've heard a lot about you, sir, it's an honor to finally meet you."

J'onn looks the man up and down, noting his physical characteristics. Red hair cut short, dark-rimmed glasses that compliment his face shape, strong jawline, freckles, roughly 5'10"-6', seems to be in decent shape. "Likewise." He finally says in a dry tone.

"Dr. Wyatt and I will be suiting up later to service the radiation shields. It will be his first spacewalk." You explain, in hopes to alleviate some of the tension you're sensing.

"You'll enjoy it, I'm sure.” J’onn says to Wyatt pointedly. “It's fortunate for you to be working with one of our most trusted engineers. Listen to her, and you'll do just fine."

J'onn's flattery makes you blush even deeper. Wyatt chuckles, raising his eyebrow at the martian, and says "Good to know I'm in such capable hands."

"There is no one more capable." J'onn declares with pride.

His praise is making you feel self-conscious, but you try and take in in stride. "Dr. Wyatt and I have a meeting we need to get to, J'onn. I'll catch up with you at dinner, yeah?"

"I would enjoy that very much. May I meet you at your room at the end of your shift? I wish to escort you to dinner myself." He offers.

Wyatt watches your interaction with a hint of amusement. Your eyes dart to him for a moment, then back to J'onn. "You may. I look forward to it."

J'onn isn't usually very expressive, so the pleased look on his face takes you by surprise. You clear your throat before you lead your coworker away. The PDA is out of the ordinary, and you look over your shoulder at J'onn one last time before disappearing around the corner, wondering what has gotten in to him.

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J’onn is waiting for you, as promised, when your shift is over. Truth is, he’s been waiting by the door to your sleeping quarters for the past half hour, invisible, not wanting to miss your return. He keeps himself invisible when he sees Wyatt walking with you down the hall. Much to J’onn’s dismay, each department has their own quarters here on the watchtower, which mean you’re not only spending all day with your new coworker, but you share a room with him too.

There are separate bunks in the engineering dorm, along with a private bathroom and shower stalls, but the proximity of a shared room makes J’onn even more anxious about your new coworker.

He watches you and Wyatt as you return from your shift, observing how close the two of you are standing together. If J’onn were thinking rationally, he’d realize that you’re not treating Wyatt any differently than Dr. Fischer or your other coworkers. But love is a funny thing, it makes one behave abnormally and worry about things they wouldn’t fret over otherwise. Besides, J’onn already knows how you feel about the others. He’s seen into your mind, he knows your feelings towards them are platonic. But he hasn’t been inside your consciousness since you met Wyatt. He doesn’t know what you think of him. And it’s driving the alien crazy.

Opting to not reveal himself, J’onn stares at you as you unlock the door and make more small talk with Wyatt. He can see the tiredness on your face. There’s a hint of dark circles under your eyes, and your shoulders are ever so slightly slumped.

“So, we got you through your first day.” You say with a tired smile, opening the door and entering the room.

“And an exciting day at that. It’s sort of surreal, being around the league. I’ve idolized them so much, to be working next to them now is crazy…”

The door shuts behind the two of you. J’onn is tempted to phase through the wall and continue to spy. Normally, he would never think to invade your privacy like this. But it’s not really private, if you’re in there with Wyatt, right?

Keeping himself undetectable, J’onn walks through the wall of the room like it isn’t there. He keeps himself by the door, his eyes trained on you.

“You mind if I use the shower first? Or should I use the locker room?” Wyatt asks.

You sit on your bunk with a sigh, leaning your head back against the wall. “You go ahead. I’m going to get dinner with J’onn, he’s very punctual, not sure i’ll have time to wash up first.”

Wyatt pauses at the mention of J’onn, and looks over to you with a smirk. “Yeah, he seems to be fond of you, doesn’t he?”

“Mhmm.” You yawn and stretch your arms a bit. “I’m fond of him, too.”

“So… mind if I ask how long that’s been going on?”

J’onn feels his nervousness return, but he hopes this conversation will quell his anxieties, and clear things up for the new guy.

“A couple months. J’onn is great, he’s one of the kindest souls I’ve ever met.”

A warm, fuzzy feeling fills the Martian's chest at your admission. Hearing you talk him up when you think he isn’t there is a nice boost of confidence.

“Hm. Interesting.”

Wyatt’s tone sounds off. You look to him curiously and ask, “What’s interesting?”

The man unzips his duffel bag of personal items and starts to unpack some of his clothing. “You just don’t seem like the type.”

“Type… for what?” You ask again, frowning.

Wyatt scratches his neck awkwardly, still focused on the bag in front of him. “He’s… well, he’s an alien, isn’t he?”

A spark of anger flares in J'onn's chest, but he stays calm. It would take much more than a comment like that to make him lose control.

“Yes. Along with half of the individuals on this satellite.” You point out, narrowing your eyes just a tad and sitting up straighter. “Whats your point?”

“Nevermind.” He says dismissively. You sense the discomfort in his voice, and a weird feeling simmers in the pit of your stomach.

Surely this guy isn’t some sort of alien hater, is he? You think to yourself. Would he really have accepted this job if he was going to discriminate against the people he knew he would be working with?

”It can be a bit of a culture shock, staying up here.” You explain, trying to find common ground. “But in time, you’ll find that these aliens and gods we work with aren’t so different from you and me.”

“Hm. I’m sure you’re right.” Wyatt selects a clean set of clothes and his toilette bag before turning to face you again, flashing you a quick grin. “Enjoy your dinner. Time for me to find out how good the water pressure is up here.”

You smile awkwardly and give him a nod, watching him disappear into the bathroom. When the door closes, you frown, looking down at your hands in your lap. Surely it wouldn’t be fair to conclude that this man is hateful just from that brief exchange, you’ve been with him all day and he’s seemed pleasant so far.

Now that you’re alone, J’onn takes this opportunity to reveal himself to you.

“Good evening, beauty.” His deep voice reverberates in the small room as his body materializes again. “You look tired.”

Your head turns towards the sound of his voice, eyes lighting up when you see him appear by the door. “J’onn! Yeah, I guess I am kinda tired.” You stand and quickly walk over to where he’s at, your loving smile beaming up at him. “How long have you been here?”

“Not long.” He says, a pang of guilt tugging at his heart. “Are you hungry?”

“I’m starved.” You clutch you stomach dramatically, “How about you?”

J’onn’s deep red eyes twinkle in admiration. “Indeed I am. How would you feel about a more private dinner this evening? Just the two of us.”

You look confused at his offer. “J’onn, we’re in orbit. We don’t exactly have a lot of options up here. It’s either the cafeteria, or sleep for dinner.”

“Who says we cannot make the most of what we have?” He reach’s for your hand, and squeezes it gently, loving the feeling of your soft skin against his. “Follow me. I have a surprise for you.”

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You’ve never been inside J’onn’s room on the watchtower. The private rooms available to members of the league are usually off-limits to other staff to ensure privacy, but J’onn is leading you by the hand down the hall. You nod to Shayera in passing as she walks by you, blushing when she gives you a wink.

“You aren’t embarrassed, are you?” J’onn asks, pausing in front of his door.

“Embarrassed of what?”

He brings your hand to his face, kissing your knuckles just like he did earlier at lunch. “To be seen walking to my room with me. To be… involved with an Alien.” His lips linger, keeping your hand there and inhaling the smell of your skin.

He must have been spying on Dr. Wyatt and I.

“You already know the answer to that.” You reply in a knowing tone. “I might be a little shy at times, but I’m proud to be with you.”

He takes a breath of relief before lowering your hand and opening the door to his private room. “I am glad you feel the same.”

When you finally follow him inside, your heart feels like it’s going to burst. The private rooms for league members are still relatively small, but J’onn moved his small desk to the center of the room and covered it with a tablecloth. There are two covered trays, a vase with a single red rose, and an unlit candle adorning the compact table.

“It isn’t much compared to our last dinner date. But I asked the chef to make us something off-menu.”

You feel tears prickle the corners of your eyes at how thoughtful he is. You’re exhausted after your long day, and a sweet gesture like this is so unexpected, it’s hard to stop your emotions from spilling over.

“J’onn, this is so sweet.” You approach the table, taking a closer look at the rose. It’s real. Fresh. You wonder briefly if he used a boom tube down to the surface just to pick one for you. “I don’t know what to say. Thank you. This is wonderful.” You turn back toward him and close the distance between you to embrace him.

He receives your hug with open arms, satisfied with your reaction. “I am glad it pleases you, beauty. I did not want to wait another week before spending quality time with you. I find myself anxiously waiting for time to move faster while we are up here. Two weeks is too long.”

“But J’onn, you see me everyday.” You bury your face against his chest to hide the happy tears gathering on your lashes.

“It isn’t the same. You’re aware of this. Briefly speaking with you between your duties is much different that what we share when we are on earth together.” J’onn feels one of your tears against his skin, and peels you away from his chest so he can look you in the eyes. “What’s wrong? You’re crying.”

With a quick shake of your head, you wipe away the tears and chuckle lightly. “I’m sorry. Just been a long day. Dinner with you is just what I need. You make me feel so loved.”

J’onn is quick to help wipe your tears away before he cradles the back of your head in his large hand. He whispers your name slowly and meets your gaze before saying, “You are loved. I love you, and I cherish our time together. When you're with me, I feel less like an outsider. You make me feel like I belong.”

Your eyes sparkle with fresh tears at his admission.

Love is such a powerful word. Powerful enough that it makes your heart beat faster and your hands tremble. He’s never said ‘I love you’ before, and the happiness you feel is unparalleled. “You love me?” You breathe out the words in a whisper, as if in disbelief. You know he wouldn’t lie about this, but the response is almost automatic. To doubt such a bold confession is only natural, right?

“If you don’t believe me, there’s a simple way to prove myself.”

The familiar warmth of his mind touch tingles at the base of your skull as his eyes bore into your own. You and J’onn have only ever connected telepathically when making love together, so it’s difficult to not associate that sensation with sexual intimacy.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” You shift your weight from one foot to another, nervous about where this might lead.

“Why would it not be?” He holds your head a bit firmer at the sensation grows stronger. He’s flirting with the psychic link, not fully connecting until he gets your consent, but teasing you with the feel of him. “Opening our minds to each other has always resulted in a pleasurable time for us both.”

“What if our food gets cold?” You ask, but you already feel the apprehension leaving your body.

“Then we will warm it back up when we are done. The room is furnished with a microwave.”

You make a mental note to be jealous and complain later about how much nicer the league members rooms are than yours. But for now, you give in, and accept his intrusion.

As soon as he senses your acceptance, the Martian floods your mind with his own emotions, bombarding you with waves of loving affection. It’s enough that you lose your balance from the shock. But of course, J’onn steadies you, and picks you up in his arms before sitting on the edge of his bunk with you on his lap.

His love washes over you and muddies your senses. It almost feels like you’re high from all the feel-good hormones this connection is producing.

’W-wow, this… this is new.’

Strong green arms pull you close enough that you’re chest to chest while straddling him. It’s a relief to him, to finally be holding you like this and connecting with you so deeply. He’s been thinking about this for days, and his need for it got even worse today with the addition of Dr. Wyatt to the crew. But now J’onn can finally relax. As he pours out his heart to you in the way of shared emotions, he’s also sneakily scanning your subconscious brain for any thoughts or feelings about Wyatt.

But this isn’t your first time. The intense emotions being shared do monopolize your headspace, but after connecting with the Martian as much as you have, you’ve become more sensitive and aware of his presence inside you.

‘J’onn… is everything okay? What are you looking for?’

You hug him tightly to provide some reassurance. The hesitation is discernible, but a brief flash of J’onn’s memory answers the question for you. For a moment or two, the image of you and Wyatt at lunch appears in you minds eye, accompanied by a pang of jealousy.

‘He touched you. For six seconds. He had his hand on you. For what reason?’

His hand against the back of your neck tangles in your hair, keeping you close to him as the other hand stays secured around your waist.

‘Is that what all this is about? Are you jealous of Dr. Wyatt?’

‘Do I have any reason to be?’

‘No.’ You snuggle closer to him and smile. ‘I’m happy with you. I don’t want anyone else. That hasn’t changed.’

‘In that case, would it be appropriate for me to assume, that you and I…’ His usually eloquent thoughts falter as he struggles to word his question. ‘Earlier, when you were introducing me. He interrupted you, but I wanted to know…’ You sense his jumbled half-thoughts as he tries to express himself, and you can pick up on what he’s getting at.

‘You want to know where we stand? What label to put on our relationship?’ You ask.

‘Yes.’ You can practically taste the relief in his response. ‘The jealously I felt when I saw him touch you, is it wrong? To want you to myself?’

You feel as if your heart could burst. His question is adorable, but you feel guilt at how badly this must have been eating him up all day. ‘No, J’onn, it isn’t wrong. I’m sorry that this has been bothering you.’ You shift in his lap so you can reach his neck. Slowly, you trail a few kisses along his skin while you continue your telepathic conversation. ‘I’m yours, handsome. You can call me whatever you want. Your girlfriend. Your partner. Your lover-’

‘I prefer that one. Lover.’

The insecurity and doubt that’s been plaguing his mind all day is finally relieved. J’onn relaxes back further onto his bed and sighs contently while he strokes your hair, enjoying the feeling of your lips on his neck.

‘Then we are lovers.’ You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck to drive the point home. ‘And I don’t care who knows it. I’m proud to be yours. And you’re mine.’

‘Yours.’ He repeats back. ‘I haven’t belonged to anyone in a long time.’

‘How long has it been? Since Ma'aleca'andra?’ You ask.

You sense a deep pain within him at the mention of his home planet. ‘Yes. I had a wife. And offspring. But they perished in the holocaust, along with the rest of my people.’

You pause your kisses, but keep your mouth pressed against his skin as you process this. You can feel his grief, and it pains you that someone as noble and kind as J’onn had to suffer such loss. ‘I am so sorry. I cannot imagine how painful it must have been. To lose them.’

‘Pain is an unfortunate reality of our existence. What makes it all worthwhile, if finding a reason to keep going. To have others to share the pain with. To know one isn’t alone.’

With his possessive grip on your neck, he guides your head away from his chest so he can look into your eyes. ‘I feel very lonely sometimes. The Ma'aleca'andrans, our way of life, it wasn’t nearly as isolating as how many humans choose to live. But when I’m with you, beauty,’ He pauses for a moment to take in your features and admire your pretty face, ‘I feel more whole than I have in a long time.’

You didn’t even realize you were crying again until you feel a tear drop down your cheek. ‘I love you, J’onn. So much. You make me feel whole too. I feel so full, so happy when we are together.’

It’s unclear who really initiates the kiss. You both lean in at the same time, feeling a spark as your lips meet and move against each other. It’s a slow, passionate kiss that is even more intense with the psychic link. J’onn can feel your every reaction and emotion, his confidence finally returning now that he’s been reminded of how deep your feelings are, and sensing the shift in your mood.

Without breaking the kiss, he thinks after a beat, ‘Yes, you enjoy the feeling of being full, but not just emotionally.’ His arm that’s around your waist pulls you even closer before he leans back to fully lay down and settle on his bed. ‘You know, they assigned me this room on my first day, and I’ve never once had a reason to use the bed.’

‘Is that so?’ A smirk tugs at the corner of your mouth, which is still moving against his. ‘You realize there’s no such thing as privacy up here, right? No matter how quiet we are, someone will overhear us.’

‘Would that be so bad, beauty? For the whole league to know that you and I belong to one another?’

His challenge causes a blush to creep into your cheeks.

‘As long as I don’t lose my job. I’m not ashamed to be with you, J’onn, but we are both technically working right now.’

His hands gravitate toward your ass now that you’re laying down on top of him, gripping you through your clothing and deepening the kiss further. ‘Have you forgotten who’s ultimately in charge of staffing here? Also, I promise you, you and I are not the only lovers aboard this satellite. You’d be surprised at how often Oliver and Dinah make use of these private rooms.’

‘These rooms are quite nice. Much more personal space than the staff quarters.’

A soft caress of your hand against his cheek shoots a spike of arousal through the alien beneath you, and he tightens his grip on your ass in approval. ‘You are welcome to stay here and make use of mine. In fact, I would prefer that, over you sharing a room with Dr. Wyatt and Dr. Fischer.’

‘You would like that, wouldn’t you?’ A soft chuckle escapes your lips as you break the kiss and push yourself upright, your hands steadying yourself against his chest. The sheer mass of him used to be intimidating to you. But now, even though you know he’s even larger in his true form, all you feel when you look at the gentle soul before you is admiration. J’onn can see it in your eyes. Feel it in your mind. Sense it in the way you touch him. It makes him feel so alive, so seen, so safe.

Another surge of desire clouds his mind at the sight of you straddling him and spills over into your own thoughts. ‘Yes. I want you in my bed.’

His deep eyes are swimming with intensity. They pull you in, but are no longer mysterious like they used to be. Now you know. He’s let you into his mind and heart, shown you his feelings and desires. And in return, you’ve let him in as well, baring your soul and showing more vulnerability than many humans will ever have the opportunity to experience.

‘You have me, J’onn.’

His body tenses slightly underneath you. His hands shift from your ass to your waist and hold you firmly there, as if he’s afraid you’ll try and leave. ‘I want you. I want to make love to you until you scream from how good I make you feel. I want to give you pleasure so intense that the entire watchtower hears us. Please, my beautiful lover, will you allow it?’

A shiver runs up your spine. You fight the urge to look away and be embarrassed. There’s no point, you cannot deny how badly you want him now too. Even if you did, the wetness gathering in your underwear is proof enough.

‘I’ll allow it.’ You reply with a sheepish grin, gazing down at him lovingly.

Your shyness drives him wild. But now that you've given him the green light, he doesn’t have to hold back. ‘I have so much love for you inside of me.’ His hands grip the hem your uniform shirt, briefly contemplating ripping it off before deciding otherwise. ‘You consume my mind, even when we are apart.’

‘I can tell.’ You think back to him. ‘I noticed you watching me earlier when Wyatt and I were repairing the radiation shields.’

‘Sublty used to be a strong suit of mine. But when I’m around you, I'm afraid, its turned into my weakness.’

He eagerly lifts your shirt over your head, smoothing your hair once you’re free of the garment.

‘You don’t have to be subtle, J’onn. Not around me. Not anymore.’

You tug at the collar of his cape, and J’onn briefly phases so his clothing falls to the bed, rendering him completely naked in a matter of seconds. He still maintains his grip on you, somehow, once again impressing you with his abilities.

‘You’re showing off again.’ You chide playfully.

‘If I have it my way, lover of mine, I’ll be showing off to you well into the night.’

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#purple-obsidian #j'onn j'onzz x reader #martian manhunter x reader #justice league x reader #18+ content #alien lover #martian #dc fanfic #j'onn j'onzz x you #martian manhunter x you

[gggraysonnn]

[A Sanguine Curse] Rating: M | Chapters: 1/? |

Words: 2,998

Relationships: Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, one-sided relationship Relationship Dick Grayson/Thomas Wayne Jr. | Owlman, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne, Batfamily Members & Dick Grayson

Summary:

Dick’s life hadn’t been normal since he was adopted into a family of centuries old vampires. However, he thought his greatest problem was deciding between life as a human or officially joining the ranks of the Wayne Coven.

However, his choices become fewer after he was attacked by Bruce’s brother, claiming he knew Dick in another life.

Turns out he wasn’t just a random kid that Bruce Wayne decided to take pity on. This goes much further back than that. Centuries.

So while trying to find a cure for his curse and avoid Thomas Wayne II, he’ll uncover many secrets the coven never intended for him to bring to light.

(OR The Wayne/Bat Coven (everyone is a vampire) protecting human!Dick from Bruce’s creepy vampire brother (Thomas Wayne Jr./Owlman) while Dick tries to uncover these visions of what seems to be visions of a past life. Or lives. He’s going through it.)

Cheesy vampire story is cheesy. Full of all the Dracula, vampire drama tropes with a reverse robins thing going (except the order is completely the same except dick is now the youngest bc of plot and vampire trope reincarnation.

#dick grayson fanfiction #dc fanfiction #dc fanfic #dick grayson #nightwing #batfamily fanfic #batfamily #protective bruce wayne #Bruce Wayne is in full protective dad mode in this fic #damian wayne #jason todd #bruce wayne #batman #batman fanfiction #no ship outside of one-sided attractions #vampire au #vampire Bruce Wayne #vampire jason todd #vampire Tim drake #vampire!au #vampire!bruce Wayne #vampire!tim drake #vampire!damian Wayne #vampire Damian Wayne #vampire dick grayson #maybe…eventually #it is relevant

[goodoldfashionedengineer]

I always have to smile at myself when I read a fanfic in which Bruce immediately catches Jason after he hits with his tire iron.

I get why fanfic writers do it, so they can move the plot along without having to write the chase after Jason or the scene when they do talk in the condemned building that Jason sleeps in. I get it.

But I always have to think about canon then.

Because not only did Jason manage to run away from Batman.

He also called him a 'big boob'.

I repeat. He gets caught jacking the tires. Tries to deny it. Hits Batman with a tire iron, runs away and insults him.

This 12-year old did something that every rogue would never even dream of.

#dc #dc comics #dc fanfic #fanfiction #batman #batfam #batman comics #jason todd #batmobile #batfamily #batdad #the batman #jason peter todd #robin!jason #robin #robin ii #comics #comic #detective comics

[mostly-imagines]

Banished

jason todd x fem!reader

aka jason misses his girlfriend

warnings: extremely mild angst, he’s just mopey (he’s fine)

Jason sits slumped over the kitchen island, head lying in his crossed arms. His now soggy cereal disregarded after barely a few bites.

Dick’s been rummaging through the cabinets for the better part of twenty minutes and Tim sits atop of the nook table shoving donuts in his mouth for the better part of thirty.

Damian trudges past them to the nook bench, taking out a knife and beginning to whittle away at a block of wood.

He glances at Jason with a scowl. “If you’re going to be so miserable, can’t you do it in your own home?”

Jason just grunts.

He wishes. You and Bruce had conspired to trap him at the mansion for the week so he could heal from injuries sustained during the last mission without risk of him suiting up and sneaking away from you in the middle of the night.

It’s not even the fact that he’s basically being babysat that’s got him so disgruntled. He wouldn’t mind it at all if you were here too. But you were dead set that the manor was too far out of your way for work, so you’d stay behind. A lose-lose for Jason.

“He’s just mad his girlfriend kicked him out.” Dick teases, swiping through the fridge.

Tim snorts from the doorway, “Me too. He’s a lot more depressing on his own.”

Jason kept his head down as he blindly reached for the spoon in his cereal and chucked it at Tim’s head.

Tim catches it without thought, continuing, “A lot more irritable, at least. Why isn’t she here?”

“She’s gotta work.” Dick says, scanning through the pantry.

Damian peeps his head up from his project. “But Todd has a rather large supply of less than legally obtained money, does he not?”

“Yeah, but she said she wants to pay her own rent, I think.” Dicks hums, finally giving up on his quest for a snack.

Damian pauses.

“So she wants to live in a tiny apartment?” He asks, a mixture of confused and horrified.

“Watch your mouth.” Jason mumbles.

“It was a genuine question!” Damian protests, face screwed up.

Jason finally lifts his head up, turning to his little brother with a raised brows. “And I’m genuinely going to break your nose.”

It’s an empty threat, maybe. But it was enough to shut Damian up anyways. Jason turns back to his cereal and swishes the bowl around.

Dick rests his arms on the counter across from Jason and speaks lowly. “You know, it is just a few days. She’s coming back.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Jason was never one for showing his feelings—let alone talking about them.

He misses you, plain and simple. Dick could see that much clearly, though the longing looked unfamiliar on Jason.

Bruce lingers in the hallway, just past the island, listening.

He’ll admit (to himself) that he’s worried about Jason. It’s been three days and Jason has yet to show a crack in this demeanor. And while it’s not uncommon for him to stow himself away, there is something quite wrong with the way he hasn’t countered his brother’s jabs at him or teased them.

And while he could do without the blatant threats, he’s proud to hear his son defending his girlfriend, even over trivial things. It’s one of the few moments where he feels like he did right by him as a father.

And now here’s his son, caring about someone else more than he cares about himself. Someone who’s a good person, no less. It had been your idea to trick Jason into staying at the manor, you were scared that he would push his body past its limit when you couldn’t do anything to help.

Bruce knew you didn’t feel great about basically banishing him for the week but he could see that you just wanted what was best for Jason. He could see it so clearly. Maybe Bruce could never have been a perfect father, could never have given his son everything he needed despite having more money than he could ever use. Maybe he couldn’t help him, even now.

But you could.

Bruce peers around the corner, leaning up against the doorframe.

He watches Damian give up on carving at his block and start into the leg of the table.

He watches the bickering that broke out after Tim grab the last glazed donut, which was apparently the only thing Dick could possibly fathom eating.

And he watches Jason.

As Jason’s phone lights up on the counter next to him. He glances down at it with a frown before his face absolutely lights up.

He scrambles to pick the phone up and starts typing away. A quiet action that catches the attention of all of his brothers.

He types and types, waits for ten seconds for a response and types and types again—smile on his face.

The Waynes didn’t need to be the greatest detectives in the world to know who he was texting.

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[superbat-love]

Clark: [stares at Ace] Is that what I think it is?

Bruce: Oh, that’s Chewperman, Ace’s favorite chew toy.

Clark: You let Ace chew on a mini me?

Bruce: That’s what it’s made for. If it makes you feel bad, I’ll make one for Krypto too. He’ll love it, right boy?

Ace: Woof.

The following week at the Fortress of Solitude…

Bruce: Why is this toy kept behind a glass casing? It’s meant for Krypto. [takes it out of the casing and tosses it to Krypto] Here boy!

Krypto: [happily chomps on the Batman chew toy]

Clark: Noooo! Don’t! Krypto, let go of Batsqueak!

Bruce: Batsqueak?

Clark: It just feels wrong, Bruce! I can’t bear to let any harm come to Batsqueak. He should be kept safe in his ice cave, not mauled by giant fangs.

Bruce: …

#the adventures of chewperman and batsqueak #world’s chewiest #dc headcanon #incorrect dc quotes #dc fanfic #drabble #text post #dc #superbat #superman x batman #batman x superman #superman/batman #batman/superman #superman #batman #clark kent #bruce wayne #ace the bathound #krypto the superdog #super pets

[nouearth]

hear me out.

dick grayson x male reader.

summary: dick pushes you to your limits in the gym, and your animosity towards him slowly transforms into unexpected admiration (and unlocks months of concealed pining).

wc: 7.2k. genre: smut. warnings: top!dick, dom!dick, bottom!reader, bottom!reader, sub!reader, one sided rivalry (reader's end), enemies to lovers(?), brief fighting, reader and dick are working out, physical fighting (with boxing gloves), envious!reader, insecure!reader, hotheaded!reader, uncut!reader, public!sex, gym!sex, dirty talk, praising, guidance, handjob, fingering, kissing, spitting, lots of sweat, body worshipping, reader will be walking funny for the next week.

Your shoes squeaked after every thump from landing on your feet. One foot chased after the other in a pursuit, and your knees raised past your navel as the cable rope cut through the air with a turn before hitting the ground. You huffed after every snap of the rope, a burn scalding the muscles in your thighs and wrists with every rotation, tensing as if you’d been hit, as if your coarse throat would feel the remnants of the whip afterward. 

“Five…Four…Three…” 

Sweat dripped off your forehead, off the locks of your bouncing hair, in anticipation of a merited water break. The water bottle sat on the seated stationary bench, pooled by its own condensation. You could taste it with your eyes, a ravishing sight that pushed you harder. You sped up, raised your knees higher, and endured the pain for ten seconds more. Your gut was sucked in, engaging with your core, and your breathed out in methodical puffs, your chest rising along with it. Everything was burning, muscles tightening into flaming knots that would render you frail by tomorrow morning. If the floor was lava, your body was the volcano erupting it. 

Holy bells rang once you finally counted down to zero, and you immediately came to a halt, the weight of your gratification breaking your movement with an echoing thud as you instantly marched forward to quench your thirst. 

“Fuck.”

Your nostrils stung more than usual. Flared with every inhale as you were catching up to your breath, and more so when you cooled down with several sips of water. Breathing had never felt so good, an absolute fiend you turned out to be after every workout.

You’re getting weaker. Breathing harder. Quicker. You’re losing control on your breath. How are you going to keep up with the team? If you feel this fatigued after a warm up? You let them down last time. Got knocked out and Dick—

He was getting to your head. Again.

Dick. 

The name rolled off your tongue bitterly. A foul taste of metal and battery acid lingered in your parched mouth before it was drowned out by another gulp of water. Another. 

And another. 

And another, as the aforementioned man across from you halted his ropes, stopping in his tracks. 

He’d been doing this since you’d arrived. Mirroring you like a reflection, copying your every move as if you were an instructor. If you were doing strength training, he stopped his cardio to take the machine next to you. Pushed when you pushed, groaned—louder—when you did. 

Needed to stretch your hips? He made some lame excuse about how his legs were too tight, and felt the need to join you on the floor, stretching himself beyond the limits of what you could achieve. It colored you impressed, but you would never say that out loud. Though, you did silently admire the view of his ass, and that especially, would be kept a secret between you and the floor.

Now, it was with jump-roping. The two ropes swung from either corners of the gym like the gears working silently in your head. There was a need to compete with you for some reason.

A satisfied smirk rolled a drop of sweat off his face, and seized his naked torso with glitter as he took a step under a light that lit his body like a podium, or—and you hated to admit it—like one of the sculptures you remembered fawning over in Art History. From his broad build, you could tell that Dick was sturdy, toned, and undoubtedly beautiful. 

His fringe clung onto his forehead, but you could see the gratification he got from outlasting you, smiling while he squeezed a stream of water into his mouth. You noticed how much more capable he was with the calmness of his breath, and felt his adrenaline pumping through the room. In turn, it possessed you—his energy–maneuvering you to the center of the room where a foam mat was placed, and to which Dick expectedly trailed after you.

“Wanna have a go, partner?” Dick said while rolling his shoulders back before picking up a pair of boxing gloves, then another without your confirmation. 

“Seriously—“ He tossed the other pair towards you, an accurate shot that landed into your arms. “Are you going to be doing this all day? Copying me?” You silently thanked him because you began kneading one glove like a stress ball, the rubber foam absolutely gratifying with every scrunch of your hand, as well as consoling as it kept you sane for a little longer.

“I don’t see the problem—“ You began approaching him with the gloves fitted snug over your fists. “Well, actually. I do see the problem. You’re not training hard enough.” Marching with heavy stomps, your nose flaring with every breath that he casually spat out. 

“You give up as soon as you feel tired. I mean, no amount of water breaks are going to help you. You think we have the time to sip water when we’re rescuing a town? A city? The world?” 

His voice, soft and smooth yet it was grating to your ears. The constant talking. Rambling. It gave you a headache. It made you see red. Hearing him berate you. Mock you.

“You’re breathing too hard too, which is taking up all of your energy. And your emotions? You need to control them better. Not only does it affect your combat, but your relationship with your team. You shut yourself off when you don’t do well on a mission.” 

“What are you, my therapist now?”

“Listen, it does no one any good if you’re—“

And it stopped with a strong swing towards his left cheek. His head snapped to the side when the rubber foam smacked him like a whip. 

If red hadn’t blurred your vision, you would’ve noticed the tiniest smile he mustered up from the corner of his lips. A crooked, slanted one that was followed up with a chuckle.

“Not exactly fair play, but…” He raised a hand to rub at his cheek before adjusting the gloves onto his wrists, cracking his neck and stretching the muscles in his back with one more shoulder roll before positioning himself like you were: knees bent and fists raised with the gloves fencing off your face. 

“I’ll give it to you. You can throw a good punch. Beginner’s luck?”

The comment made you swing at his left, and he snapped his head to the right. You missed. There was a precision to his move, something that you lacked in as he snuck a punch to your right cheek. A grunt was stifled, and then let loose in a cough when you felt another beat to the left of your abdomen. Sputtering breath, when Dick scored another hit to your jaw. 

“Fuck—“ Your eyes locked on him while he held your gaze. Your perception seemingly widened, heightened as you’d noticed the smallest movements from Dick, twitching upon instinct as if he was about to strike, but there was nothing. Just the taunt of his arms, and Dick’s teasing smile to garnish, to taunt.

He was circling you. You were circling him. It was the same movement, following each other like two predators unwilling to share the last morsel of food. You felt as much as a leader as Dick was, but from the outsider’s perspective, it was telling who was following the other’s lead. 

Who was the experienced leader of the two sparring men.

Dick feigned a punch with a raise of his arm, and you immediately buckled, jerking back to nothing but a bluff of a hit. You were then greeted by an obnoxious chuckle before he landed a successful sneak to your head, a hit impactful enough to rattle your knees and knock a scoff out of you.

“Be observant. I punch better with my—”

Another swing to his left cheek. Successful, and harder this time, as it managed to stumble him from his stance. You could feel the impact of your fist on Dick, even if it was cushioned by foam. 

It was exhilarating.

“Fight better with your mouth closed too.” You spat, raising your arm to strike the same cheek again. Dick detected it before you could attack, and ducked lower to the right, where he met a sudden fist to his jaw, a calculative undercut that sent him falling onto his back.

“Shit—“

Something unleashed in you. The red in your vision had scorched, burned blue as it reached its highest temperature. You immediately seized the opportunity to straddle him, to face the source of your belittlement, to look at the leader that everyone on your team had silently wish you were, that everyone had admired, to somehow stare and pierce him long enough with your eyes that you were able to tear into his body and take his incredible abilities and mold them into your own, becoming that someone that you had undoubtedly admired as well. 

You threw another blow to his face, enough to knock a groan out of him. It was pleasing to your ears, the low trembles of his voice because of your touch, they twitched with gratitude. But you needed more, a beg from Dick, a plea for you to stop. You threw another punch, and then another as you became blinded by rage. It was out of your control, your arms had a mind of their own as they continued wailing on Dick, even if he had shielded himself with his arms for the last minute now.

You breathed hard, tossing your gloves off as you held him down for a stronger grip and prying his arms from his face. A need to touch him, to feel the impact that your gloves had been restraining you from. You pinned him by his bare and sweaty shoulders that made the grasp all the more slippery, but you nonetheless held him anywhere you could, by his biceps now, and stared into him. You peered into those brown eyes that mysteriously settled your fury until you’d succumb to the beautiful tranquility of his orbs, quietly pacific compared to his mouth.

Dick’s chest was rising. Up and down like your own, recovering from the pummeling you had given him. His eyes were widened as he watched you—studied you. No marks on his face, thankfully due to the cushions you were begging to be replaced with stone a tantrum prior. 

It was humiliating to prove him right, about your emotions, and you sat still, on his lap, breathing. Your fists had stripped you of the little energy you had left, and turned it into mush, but you found support in the warmth of Dick’s body, still breathing. Your grasp had loosened, but remained on his biceps. Warm skin, and ever slightly kneading because of your own envy of Dick’s strength.

You felt your eyes closed, shutting yourself off of the supply of Dick’s silent consolation as the adrenaline pumping through your veins had slowed. “I can never be you, can I?”

“Who says you have to?” Finally, Dick’s voice hadn’t grated your ears like it had in the past. It was gentle as ever, but this time, there was a warmth to it that you wished you could be bundled up in if it had a physical body. A spirit that could temper you with just its warmth, rather than the toxic heat that had just boiled your rage.

“Because—they’ve seen you, Grayson. They know how you operate with the Titans. I can see it, you know? The way they look at you, then the way they look at me. It’s just…”

“You know, my team looked at me like that when they saw how Bats ran the Justice League.” 

“With disgust? Contempt? Disdain? All of the above?”

“No,” He laughed, gathering himself half-way up with the support his elbows. “with... relief?”

“That’s… not helping?” You rolled your eyes, and then felt yourself flush upon coming to realization upon your current position on his lap when he sat halfway up. “Sorry—“ Without making eye contact, you brought yourself off Dick’s hips, but found yourself suddenly pulled back by the waist.

“No, no. What I meant was…” He cleared his throat, sitting up as he positioned you back on his lap again. His hands interlocked against the small of your back, a devise to keep you from abandoning him on the lone mat, but to also pull you closer, hip to hip. 

“Batman… is impressive. You’ve seen him, right? How he has this presence that automatically appoints him as leader. Commander, really. I don’t know anyone that can plan better than him, but that’s not to say that he doesn’t have his faults. He’s all business, little relations. So are the others. You’ve seen them too. Supes, the Lanterns. I respect it. They respect him because of that, and vice versa. But… that’s not how my team works. Not the Titans.”

“I see…” You shifted, nodding every now and then as you listened.

“It’s just… My members are more than co-workers, you know? This isn’t some nine-to-five job that you’ll probably quit after five years. It’s… our lives now. And with them, they’re with me every step of the way. So, they’re more than co-workers. You don’t protect co-workers. Not saying the Justice League don’t care about each other… But what you do protect are friends, families. Yeah, they’re my family, so I treat them as such. And maybe… that’s why they seemed relieved they were part of my team. And…”

“I just have to find what works with my team?”

“Yeah. I mean, you guys are just starting out. Everyone’s still adapting, still getting to know each other, still figuring out each other’s powers, right? Things are bound to be a little more destructive in terms of chemistry.”

“I don’t know… I just… I don’t know if I can lead them like you guys can. I’m not like you guys. In terms of skills, in terms of leadership, in terms of—“

“Then work on that with your team. That’s what a good leader does, they seek out help from their teammates and let them know that their opinions and help are valued.”

It sounded absolutely simple. Something that shouldn’t have taken you this long to figure out, but Dick was right. Rather than seeking for your team’s help, you thought you had to endure whatever situation had arisen on your own. It weighted heavily on your shoulders, until you couldn’t muster up the strength to push your own weight. And in turn, that affected your team. You needed them, just as much as they needed you. 

“And here you are…” Dick continued, suddenly bursting with a smile. “Instead of spending time with your team, you’re with me. I know I’m quite charming, but geez, (M/N), can a guy get some alone time?”

You scoffed and lightly punched at his chest. “Did we forget that you were the one joining me in the gym when you have your own in the tower? Copying my every move? What’s up with that?”

He shrugged, kneading nonchalantly at your sides. “Knew you’d be alone. Knew you were probably blaming yourself, moping around. Thought I would give you a little push.”

You shifted again, your hands keeping close to yourself as you couldn’t muster up the strength to complain about his wandering hands.

Or rather, find anything about his hands to complain about.

“Push as in to annoy me?”

“Well, I was supposed to be teaching you some things, but, uh… you were playing whack-a-mole with my head earlier.” 

“That’s because—“ You sighed, dropping your head low in embarrassment. “Sorry. I don’t know. Everything started happening so fast and—“

“No, it’s fine. It gives me the perfect opportunity to introduce you my first lesson of the week.” He was sincere, smiling up at you, almost as if he had mistaken your brief fit of rage as a game of tag.

“What’s that?” You asked, meeting his eyes once again.

He pondered for a moment,, pursing his lips as he was lost within his thoughts before speaking again. “How To Communicate To Your Team 101.”

“How is that even going to—“

You felt a sudden press to your lips. A softness that awakened your five senses by tenfold, and a desire that you had kept vaulted in the back of your mind; now beginning to unlock to its freedom the longer Dick had his lips on you. It wasn’t right. No, it wasn’t like it was morally wrong, it was just…

You hesitated, conjuring up all the reasons in your head on why kissing Dick wasn’t a good idea. But it was futile. Everything had been resolved within this moment; the way he let you use him like a punching bag, the way he didn’t spare a single second to share his empathy for your concerns, the way he tended to your wounds days prior despite your brazen disregard to his kindness. 

You were being selfish again, guarding yourself off with ice like you had done with the others. When in reality, you wanted him. 

No, you desperately needed him.

You felt him open up his mouth, assuming he was about to speak, but you seized his breath with a slot of your lips, and kissed him. One hand came up to rest on his cheek, to finally feel the slight scruffs you had delivered on his skin, and you caressed tenderly across textured skin, to the slow rhythm of your lips, whispering, “Sorry… again.”

“Don’t be. Without it, you wouldn’t have been on my lap. And… I wouldn’t be kissing you right now.” Dick muttered, a satisfaction to his voice like he had gotten his wish fulfilled. He ran a lone hand up your back, then back down your spine, bone tingling once he repeated again under your hoodie, and gazed across your bare skin.

“What are you doing to me…” It was a genuine question, something you wished could be answered because you didn’t know yourself. And yet, you were scared of the answer if Dick was to ever give you one. It’d been a while since you felt like this, with someone else.

For the past few months, you hated him. Couldn’t stand the sight of him. And now, you feel like you couldn’t tear yourself apart from him. From the softness of his lips and to the warmth of his body; the longer you endured him, the more you realized you had been captivated by Dick all along.

“I don’t know, but… I like figuring you out.” Dick’s speech was slurred from dragging his lips down to your jaw, nipping at your sweaty skin. “Like how you push me away, but you can’t help but tolerate me whenever I’m in the room.” He breathed you in, sucking at the corner of the sharp bone. You pressed your head into his neck, silently letting him take you. “How you’d sneak glances at me and roll your eyes, only to keep on staring… and staring… until you hadn’t realized that I was looking back at you. Because you were too busy looking at me.”

Nothing but the truth came out Dick’s mouth. Remarkably candid, because you thought you were more covert about your conflicting feelings for him. It brought a bloom of heat to your cheeks, and you hid your face inside his neck, groaning because Dick began licking at your neck, and because you felt stripped, absolutely vulnerable.

“Dick…” Something was rising in your shorts, tightened around the center. Warm and pulsing, even when Dick had unzipped your hoodie and thrown them to the side. A chill was felt across your bare back, most likely a draft from the vent, and Dick held you closer, sandwiching the heat, and suddenly your erection, between his body and yours.

“I knew you never hated me.” There was something about your chest that he loved. How smooth it felt. A few hairs had grown at the center, raised from the feelings Dick was supplying to your body. They tickled his cheek whenever he rubbed himself against it until they were then flattened with a long, fluttering lick as he maintained eye contact with you. “Always right.”

The taste of your sweat was salty yet delicate on his tongue.

“Hate is a strong word...” Your fingers threaded through Dick’s locks, scrunching them into your fist when he started toying one nipple at a time with his tongue. The wet muscle flicked deftly, then he suckled, and then tugged, like he had known your body, like he had explored your body before. It was strange, how he knew the right thing to say, and the right thing to do.

Maybe he was ‘always right.’

“Whatever it is, it’s not stopping you right now.” His hands dropped to the waistband of your shorts and he pulled away from your swollen nubs. It was unwilling. You could see it in his eyes, the thirst to ruin, and it compelled him to bring another suck to your nipples, a few seconds more that almost pulled a dangerous whimper out of you before he ultimately paused. “Nor is it stopping me.” 

With a gentle push on your chest, he leaned you back onto the mat while lifting your hips up, smoothly sliding your shorts off. They joined the pile containing your hoodie soon after, and then your briefs to top.

“R-right here? Aren’t there cameras or something…?” Your hands instinctively came down to cover yourself, cupping that embarrassing erection that Dick was thirsting for. The head of your cock peeked out from your clumsy gasp, and his hands instantly came up to pry your hands off.

Dick had that same look in his eyes when he was circling around you earlier. A rapacity blaring the pupil of his eyes. His piercing gaze alone kept your hands from coming up to cover yourself again. You knew you wouldn’t stand a chance against his strength.

“I doubt anyone is watching the gym… Private for a reason.” Your legs were then wrapped around his waist after pulling you by the ankles. His presence was commanding. You knew to keep your arms to your side, hands forbidden from obstructing the view of your hard, throbbing cock.

“No wonder you’re so stressed. Look how hard you are.” Dick muttered, seemingly speaking his inner thoughts because he was too distracted by the veins of your erection. Thick and pulsing as he wrapped a hand around you, and stroked, fascinated by the stretch of foreskin unfolding from the head of your cock when he pulled back, then rolling back up when he pulled forward. “This okay?”

“Fuck—Yeah… Feels good.” One arm was raised to wipe the cold sweat off your forehead,  but it then rested against your forehead, shielding yourself from Dick’s gaze as he slowly pumped you back into breaking another round of sweat.

“No,” He paused, suddenly squeezing your foreskin over the tip of your swollen glans. You whimpered. Not only did he squeeze you tight, stripping you of a friction that you desperately had been needing more of. But Dick was teasing, threatening with the dull movement of his thumb as he pressed and rubbed into the fold of skin, polishing the head of your cock  in a thick sheen of pre-cum as his grip would draw out a generous amount from beneath. “I want to see you properly. Look at me.”

You reluctantly met his demands, only after you felt the tip of his thumb prying into your slit. Was this supposed to be a punishment? Because you could’ve allowed it to go on for longer, knowing how much Dick marveled at how much pre-cum you were leaking out.

Your body felt hot, and your hands—they needed something to hold, something to grip. When Dick began resorting to quicker strokes to your cock, you were clawing at the mat at first, etching your presence with indentations of your nails as your warning came in vain. “I’m going to cum if you keep doing that, Dick—“ 

“Use your words I’m telling you.” He spat in his palm after a millisecond of a break before lubing your cock in his own spit and churning you into the tight, yet slippery friction of his fist. Dick’s gaze had been fixated on you, never once had it torn away to look at something else. Not even a peek at your cock deliciously fucking into his fist. Because in case you forgot, he liked figuring you out. “Gotta communicate with me.”

The stoicism you had worn with pride, only ever fragmenting from anger upon defeat; Dick had discovered another facet to its escalating submission, and it was delightful watching you unravel in real-time. The slick of his hands; one beating off your cock while the other massaging your balls; your expressions had given yourself away on how to break you down. Maybe it was because you had given up keeping up the facade. Or maybe it was because it was Dick, who has done more than enough to earn your trust, that you found yourself nearly crumbling.

He had studied you, his hands continuing to wander, explore every part of you while silently cataloging the right spots to make you crack. You were close, hanging off the edge with one hand, nails dulling over a cliff as you desperately prevented gravity from pulling you down under. When his hand had left your balls in favor of suddenly pushing a finger inside of your tight hole, Dick knew you had completely submitted.

Your body was writhing, hips desperately thrusting in the air despite Dick pinning them down to properly stretch your hole and fill you up with another finger, and another. Your expressions were ravishing, conflicted with pleasure and tension, and your mouth opened to politely tell Dick to stop, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to utter the demand. Instead, all that came out of your mouth was a whimper of his name, a stutter that rang delectably in Dick’s ears when he interrupted you with a deep push of his fingers, curling and then pumping in and out of you, and another whimper would secure the deft removal of the rest of his shorts and briefs. All because he couldn’t contain himself anymore. 

He had absolutely no right to teach you about control, for the reason that he was on the brink of losing it himself. You looked absolutely wrecked, all from the stubborn grip around your cock, the tight fit of his fingers, and Dick couldn’t imagine what you’d look like if he was in you, his thick cock fucking you, making love to you.

“Seriously, Dick—I’m about to—“

You couldn’t help it. Dick’s demand to control yourself was absolutely absurd with his reign on your body. The wet, sticky sound his spit made as Dick’s fist was being screwed by your pulsing cock drove you nuts. And then came the view of Dick’s thick cock, throbbing, pre-cum dripping heavily off of his swollen head as he watched you untouched, begging to be touched. You swore you almost surrendered had it not been for his wrist slowing down, a delicacy you begged prior, but now desperately wanted to vanish.

“God, you know I always loved it whenever you accidentally let a smile slip. But this? You’re so beautiful like this, (M/N).” He paused despite your silent pleas for him to otherwise. Though, all was forgiven when he leaned forward to kiss you on the lips. Sweet and bountiful like his words had made you feel, and you kissed him right back, an eagerness compared to his own movements, but then gratefully countered with an impatient swipe at your crack. His cock, plump and heavy, then wet and sticky as he smeared his pre-cum over your hole. Your legs remained wrapped around his hips, but Dick pushed his body weight forward until they folded with your knees touching your chest, his cock dangerously pressing at your entrance.

Dick spat in his palm again, reaching down to coat himself in the sticky layer of spit, and you felt him press. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, anticipating with an accelerating drum of your heart as he teased, slicking your pucker with the gentle, smooth circling of his tip.

“Please… I need it.” You had a gentle grasp around his nape, pulling him down until his forehead rested against yours. You’ve never seen him like this, so up-close and intimate. A mole, a freckle on his face that you’d never noticed, and you instantly yearned for what could’ve been all this time, had it not been for your stubbornness.

“What do you need? You need me inside of you?” Dick clarified against your lips, a whisper into your mouth as you parted them open to welcome his tongue. Hot and heavy, you let your tongue wrap around his for a tingling moment before pulling away, a string of spit webbing a path between your lips and his. “Use your words.”

“Need your cock, need you… Need everything. As long as it’s you.” You marveled at Dick, drunk off of the mutual endearment you have for each other. He regarded you with a warm smile, followed by a dazzling glint within his gaze, then relayed the turn of his mouth to yours with another kiss, a gentle warning, before Dick pushed his hips forward and slipped his cock inside of you.

“Good boy.”

“O-oh, fuck.” 

Your body tensed as soon as you took the first inhale of breath since he’d breached you, sharp and abrupt, just like the pain that had jolted the muscles in your body to squeeze around him. You were playing defense, impeding the foreign introduction inside of your body with a clamp, yet Dick resisted. Rather, he thrived on your strain, adoring the suctioning feeling of his cock as if you were conflicted about inviting him in or pushing him out. It didn’t take much to figure out that it was the former. During the meantime you were adjusting to his cock, Dick was thrusting the few inches that had slid inside of you. Small and short movements to aid in your stretch, and then eventual pleasure as he gradually pushed himself deeper until you’d blossom completely open for him, like a bud in the Spring.

“Fuck, you’re so tight… So good, your ass is so good.” He was satisfied with half of his cock inside of you, rocking into you slowly until you felt comfortable enough to have him harder, faster. Till then, it was perfect like this. Breathing in your whimpers, holding your face like it was the last vestige of your sanity, before kissing you again, sweet on the mouth, tender with your tongue, to hold a fragment of your sanity within him and sealing it where no one could ever take it from him.

“T-too big, Dick—Fuck…” You whimpered again, closing your eyes from the uncomfortable detection of already feeling completely full, yet you and Dick both knew it wasn’t a complaint. Rather, it was a simple observation that had rendered you speechless, an inkling you’d disappoint Dick for not being able to take him properly, to not let him in like you had done for all these months.

“You’re doing great, baby. Doing so good… You can take it, I know you can.” His words were so warm, so kind, so gentle in your ear, low and sinking in your neck as he marked you as his with constant licks and kisses, and immediately, he dialed up your confidence by tenfold. You felt yourself relaxing, the tension in your body melting the longer he rocked half of his cock into you.

Just breathe. Breathe. You found it helpful following Dick’s breathing pattern, exhaling when he pulled out, inhaling when he pushed in, and gradually, you felt yourself opening up for him, taking him in longer strides, with little breaks, faster, harder, until you felt thoroughly plugged when he pushed once more to cork his cock inside of you, balls-deep.

“S-shit, Dick—Fuck—So good—“

Dick trembled with a moan sinking into the underside of your jaw. His cock had never felt so wanted, so warm in another’s body. You took him in without a single complaint, and it was a spectacle, an absolute wonder when Dick leaned back to watch himself completely unsheathe out of you like a dagger out of its scabbard. 

“Look at that… Fucking beautiful.” Your hole was gaped open with the diameter matching the girth of Dick’s cock. Blinking, puckering desperately as it painfully endured the loss of heat, the loss of his desire. You’d never felt so exposed, completely powerless as Dick had you bending your legs further back with one hand, and the other spreading your cheeks apart to further see how much more you could stretch. 

The color of your flesh was enthralling, and if the marks on your neck had not been telling that you were Dick’s; he pressed a kiss to your pucker, gentle nibbling and licking at the puffy rim before abruptly spitting inside of you, and another for good measure, the glorious designation would remind you now.

“Dick—No more, I need you, please—“ You reached down to spread your pucker with the spit dribbling out of you using two fingers, then pulled back to taste him, sucking on them before your craving for Dick would return with a vengeance, body-writhing and mind-numbingly so.

“Tell me. What do you need, hm?” Dick tapped his cock against your hole. The plump head slid smooth over the spit-covered flesh, mixing with his pre-cum, while he watched you with a grin, each swipe of his cock taunting to pull completely away unless you spoke.

“Need you. Inside of me. Fucking me. Holding me. Kissing me. Touching. I don’t know—Please, please. Just need you.” Your wishes were long-winded, but sincere. The gaze you had given him, an imploring look that Dick would take a moment to hold for a little longer despite your begging.  Cherishing it, not knowing if this would be a fluke you’d later regret down the line, but in the end, all that mattered was that  you let your guards down at the mercy of Dick’s guidance. Then utterly defenseless, when he gave into your wishes, a chaste kiss to your lips while doing so, and pushed himself deep inside of you with one smooth thrust.

You stiffened in Dick’s arms when they slipped around you, digging your nails into his skin. Squeezing his waist with your legs, you held onto him when he pushed the rest of his body weight over you, bending you further while keeping his lips connected to yours. He was stabilized on the tip of his toes, thrusting into, past, and against your inner muscles all at once. You clenched around his cockhead, the pleasure unbearable to resist as each dip of his hip successfully knocked a gasp from your mouth. 

“So good, so tight like this…” Dick’s cock was in heaven, burying you deep until his heavy balls pressed flushed to your taint. He would stay motionless whenever he did; to catch up on his breath, to draw out his nearing high for a little longer, and to feel you, luxuriate in the warmth of your walls squeezing him tight, pulsing with dilemma, and ultimately refusing to let go. “Think I can come just like this, you squeezing my cock…”

He looked down at your face, a brief check-up. Your lips moved as if you were about to say something, but no sound came out. Only a stutter of a gasp, little sounds that Dick found incredibly magnetic, to which he found increasingly difficult to keep his lips off of you. He failed with little effort on his end, in hopes to steal those tiny sounds and keep it for himself. 

Your pupils were blown when they weren’t rolling back from the smallest movement of Dick’s hips. In addition, with your lips swollen and lids heavy, you gazed up at Dick like he had saved your life, as if he had guided you towards a better place. Your life seemingly were in his hands as he held your cheeks and kissed you once more. Sweet again, rocking into you steadily, sweat sticking his skin to yours. 

And maybe he did.

“Say something. I want to hear you.” A merciful demand upon your lips. You were trembling, barely swallowing down moans while Dick continuously impaled you with his cock—up into you now, when Dick leaned back until he was sitting up, and brought you back onto his lap like before, pushing your hips towards the rate of his thrusts.

Mesmerized by Dick, your mouth parted open and your throat immediately began emptying itself of all the harbored moans and groans that you had been holding hostage. “F-fuck me, keep fucking me. L-like that. No—Harder, harder—“ They rattled in volume, bouncing in sync with the way your ass had been doing against Dick’s cock, and then louder, because your marvelous sounds emerged an addiction out of Dick.

Sweet Jesus. He couldn’t stop. Watching the desire in your beautiful features, hearing your pleas reflect your want, stroking your cock awaiting for its release, marking every flesh of your skin his mouth had come in contact with. At the level of intimacy; from the pull of Dick’s hair, the sloppy, open-mouthed kisses you two shared, and the mutual passion you had for each other; you no longer felt like his disciple, but rather, an equal to Dick’s being—a derivative blessing, that would course correct each other’s life.

Your hands could barely hold onto his shoulders, but you worked with your strength, the slip of his skin, and locked your hands around his nape. Forehead to forehead, you and Dick breathed moans into each other, heavy and thick with yearning as you two pressed close, stuck to each other like glue. He cataloged the tiniest details on how your face contorted with pleasure; the scrunch of your nose, the roll of your eyes, the part of your lips. Your fist tightened around your cock, pumping it rapidly to the pace of Dick’s thrusts, churning it until your biceps had distractingly flared with veins. 

You did the same. You watched Dick’s mouth agape with rapture. The scrunch of his brows when he fucked into you faster and to the root. The clench of his jaw when you squeezed tight around him, suctioning his cock until he sounded delirious with pleasure. It was beautiful. He was beautiful, and you knew he found you beautiful as well, the beautiful loss of reality from the mutual pleasure, and that was all it took to make you spill your load without a single warning. 

You smashed a guttural groan to his lips and unraveled your fingers, leaning your body back to let your cock release where it pleased to afterward. “Oh, fuck—“ 

“Holy shit.”

Thick shots rained on Dick’s sweaty body. Three spurts to the center of his chiseled chest, and then another four splashing high in the air when Dick powered up on the sight of your cum alone, and drilled you harder, your cock dribbling in cum as he did so. His nails dug into your ass cheeks, spreading them apart, then cushioning them back around his cock to somehow press your walls against every vein pulsing through the thick of his erection.

Dick fucked you like you’d begged him to. Long, strong thrusts, to the brim on each stroke, undoubtedly hitting your prostate at every turn from the way you would jolt forward with widened, rattling, yet blissful eyes. A sight Dick would have forever ingrained into his memory, because you were officially, utterly, and completely wrecked.

It was heaven. The crown of Dick’s cock sliding over the spot, the depth of his cock rendering you immobile and dazed. Again, he’d repeat. A new addiction, surging powerfully through his veins. You let out a sob. 

Again. You squeezed your eyes shut. 

Again. You dug your nails into his shoulders. 

And again. Dick smacked your ass at the delirious state he was in. He had completely breached inside of you, explored every inch of your hole with the circle of his hips. A thrust. A slam. A rut. He had traversed through every option to dismantle you, and like clockwork, your snug hole all but sucked on his cock, begging for him to come inside.

He couldn’t hold it anymore.

“Baby, baby…” Dick’s large hand smothered his warmth around your throat. You could feel the callous in his palm, a gentle abrasion to your smooth skin, and he rubbed your seed all over your body, then his. He fucked harder to the sight of the sticky sheen layering your body. The smell of musk. The stick to his hands. Filthy. Your body and his were filthy together. Filthier, when pleasure burst from the base of his shaft, and in turn, flooded your insides with a large load. He moaned, and you arched into him, into the stick of his body, anticipating for the rupture of your doing. 

Your cock throbbed once, straining forward with its swollen head aiming towards the ceiling, and you spat thick shots of white seed into the air, eventually course-correcting to land on your body and Dick’s.

It was wonderful. You could feel Dick’s cock pulse as his seed rushed up the shaft and buried you deep into your guts with thick and heavy shots. Upon impulse, you squeezed as well, clamping around the peak of DIck’s orgasm until it must have crested with the stillness of his breath. “Don’t pull out.”

“Wasn’t planning on it…”

If he hadn’t thought it enough, you were beautiful, he was keen on calling it a mantra because it meant that he was still here, on this very earth, breathing and witnessing your very existence. Your body was weakened, barely mustering the strength to hold your chest up without the aid of Dick’s arms around you. Limp, after your second orgasm. All of you, you were so beautiful. From your rim hugging the base of your cock, your softening cock dripping, your swollen nipples, the smooth planes of your cum-stained chest, and parted lips. You were a banquet to Dick’s eyes, a feast that could muster up another around to have at you, to have you completely devoured if he had really wanted to.

But no, this was perfect. Watching you in silence, surveying up at you while you peered down at him, panting, breathing slow, in a case of wonder of how one could have such an effect on him without a morsel of effort. 

“So… lessons? You always do this to new recruits?”

“Only if they absolutely suck at their role.” An exhaustion in his smile, you wanted to capture it in between your lips, and replenish him with gratitude.

“Hey— Asshole…” You muttered, a gentle knock to his chest, to which he laughed off, and then held on, to pull you in for a blissful kiss.

With the way you fit into his arms as if you’d always been meant to be there, warm where he was cold, and cold where you were warm, he knew he didn’t need his question answered.

“Kidding. Let’s just say… it was curated for a special someone. And hopefully, they liked it as much as I liked teaching it.”

“I have a good feeling that they did.” 

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Say Sorry

Pairing: Jason Todd X Reader

Summary: Jason reminds you nobody is allowed to talk bad about you, including yourself. 

Warnings: 18+ SMUT- (but not really, very self-indulgent) talks of body insecurity (stretchmarks, cellulite (specifically on thighs)), talks of wearing a skirt, mentions of prep & cunnilingus but none, 

Word Count: 1.2k

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“Fuckin- Stupid- Saying shit like that..”

It was your fault. Entirely. But how would you know what punishment your best friend would come up with?

It started out when you were about to go out. Constantly going from your bathroom to the thrifted full body mirror in the corner of your room. Midway through you trying to figure out what you were going to wear, he showed up. Jason was going to give you a ride. He huffed and sat on your bed when he saw you were still trying to pick an outfit. From there he was commenting on them, trying to help you out so the two of you could get going. 

One of the outfits you picked out had a cute skirt that went to your mid-thigh. It was a pleated, classic plaid pattern with a nice brown color. You were pairing it with a brown sweater as well. Only problem was that you couldn't find any nylons to go with it. “Shit-” Turning to look at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help but focus on your own thighs. Hands tugging at the skirt to try and cover what you were focusing on. But that only made it look awkward causing you to pull it back up. 

“I like that one. Why haven’t I seen you wear that skirt before?” Jason asks as he sits up on the bed, giving you his attention once more. You turned again, looking from the other side. Either way you hated how you could see the cellulite and stretchmarks that patterned your thighs. 

“I hate it. I should’ve stuck with the jeans!” Your head shook back and forth as you went to go to the bathroom again. 

He stood up and stopped you, a firm hand on your upper arm. “Hey- Why do you hate it? It’s a good look, just do your makeup and we can go.” The man chuckled lightly. Looking up at him, you hesitated slightly before shaking your head again. “No..talk to me. What is it?” 

Your eyes rolled as he took your shoulders, clearly not letting you go till he got you to talk to him. Jason was just that kind of friend. He was sweet and tried to help you where he could. A shoulder to lean on, a trusted confidant. “I..My thighs and skirts just don’t go together.” You tried to laugh it off slightly. However, he did not like that. 

“Your thighs are fine.” It was his turn to shake his head, a deep frown pulling on his lips. Looking like he didn’t believe it. Like he heard the most obvious lie spoken to man. 

“No-”

“Why would you say that your thighs and skirts don’t work together? Is there some war between us and skirts I’m not aware of?” He joked slightly, head ducking down to catch your gaze as you looked away. It melted your heart a little at the way he said us. A frustrated huff left your pouted lips as you narrowed your eyes at him. 

“It’s- You can see my stretch marks, and my cellulite, it’s just not a good look.” You once more tried to brush it off like it wasn’t a big deal. But now his face hardened, an almost angry frown on his face and brows furrowed.

“Don’t say that.” He said, his voice stern as ever. This tone is unfamiliar to you, but even then you wanted to argue back, opening your mouth to do so. But he knew you well enough to not let you get away with that. “Don’t.” That was all he muttered as he took you by the hips and turned you, walking you back towards the bed. “You’re so blind, I swear, ma.” He grumbled under his breath as he made you sit on your bed. 

But what started as a stern lecture from your best friend, quickly turned into more.

The evidence being the bites and hickeys on the insides of your thighs from when he ate you out till you couldn’t take it anymore. Slick coating them from when prepped you with his thick and long fingers. The pads of his fingers calloused from years of abuse, training, and killing. His grip on your thighs alone was enough to remind you what he was capable of. There would probably be bruises tomorrow. 

“Fuck-” Was all you could hiccup as he bites down on the junction of your neck and shoulder. Finally fucking his entire length into you making you feel impossibly full. If you thought he was big before, this was a whole new definition. 

Jason was a brick wall of a man. That was clear. Tall and broad, biceps that looked bigger than your head. But now you know, he was big in other places too. No wonder he was so attentive with prep, but even now it was still a lot.

He was kissing and licking along your tits as he scolded you, waiting patiently for you to adjust. Your back arched as he hugged you around your waist and held you close to reach your chest. Your fingers tangled in his hair as you whined to him, trying your best to watch him past his dark curls. 

He lowered you back onto the covers. Sitting back on his hutches as he watched you with hooded eyes that skated along your hickey littered skin. The same look you’d see when he’d read poetry or admire art. Large hands gently skating up your sides. Thumbs coming to rest just under the swell of your tits, fingers splaying out across your ribs. “Real stupid..” He comes back down and nips at the sensitive skin. Pressing a final kiss there before coming face to face with you. Resting on his elbows on either side of your head as he hovered over you, hiding you from the coldness of your own bedroom. He pressed a feather light kiss to your lips before staying there. Whispering against them, “Say you're sorry. Say you’re sorry for sayin’ something so stupid about my girl.”

God, his eyes were really intense. The way he was staring at you alone was enough to make your face flush more than it already was. 

“S-Sorry..” You whispered out weakly between shallow breaths. He chuckled slightly and nodded in approval, pulling out the slightest bit before stuffing himself back in. Your breathing stuttered as your hands searched desperately for something to grip, quickly latching onto his back. “Jay-”

“I know, ma...” He cooed softly as he sat up again, pulling you along with him. Your thighs draped over his leaving you pliant for him. Hugging around your middle once more as he thrusted slightly, pulling your back down onto him. Quickly you hugged around his shoulders not wanting to fall back. His lips pecked your jawline quickly before he locked you into a kiss. It was messy, uncoordinated and searing. Teeth clashing, heavy breathing and moans shared between the two of you. “God.. S’pretty for me, Princess..” He whispered against your lips as you pant softly. 

It was slow but hard. The push and pull, feeling the drag of his dick deep inside you. 

You’d never doubt your best friend again…

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Sorry, just another thing i wanted to clear out of my drafts ;)

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Hey! How are you?

May I request how the batboys would react to reader losing their job unfairly? I just lost my job for no reason after only working there for 2 weeks. I could really use some comfort rn 😭😭

Sweetheart, I know your pain in loosing a job unfairly, I’ve been there before and funnily enough they’re suffering to this day with ppl wanting to leave and or leaving. Karma is truly a bitch. I’m sending all the virtual hugs I can.

Jason

Livid isn’t even close in describing how he felt upon hearing the news but it was the closest word for how he was feeling right now. The fact that you had been let go and unfairly too after a short period of time was enough to make his blood boil.

No explanation just ‘yeah we’re letting you go for no real reason cuz we’re tight fisted cunts who can’t be bothered with bettering ourselves for our staff, and would much rather let them go without prior warning because we’re just that shitty of an employment.’

In Jason’s opinion you were the only one who actually knew how to do to do your job and will remind you of this constantly because it was the truth. You worked your ass off at that place and this was the thanks you get? Fuck that!

Jason was more then ready to let the piece of shit who made the call to drop you have a piece of his mind but you had to calm him down and tell him it wasn’t worth the anger and frustration. However to Jason it was more than worth the anger and frustration, his sweetheart lost their job because of some fucking corporate lapdog!

‘They fucked up babe, big time. They lost one of their best and I hope they fucking go bankrupt and loose everything they’re worth because of it.’ Jason would tell you as he presses kisses against your head as you played with his fingers before intertwining them with yours.

‘I hope so too.’ You muttered against his chest and Jason could only tighten his hold on you as he continued to shower you in praise, kisses and utter adoration in hopes of ridding the god awful taste that place left in your mouth and your self esteem. Jason’s as about to let you drown because of them, he’d gladly keep you afloat however he can because you deserve it and so much more than they ever gave you in two weeks.

Dick

‘They’ve lost out on the best thing going sweetheart, they’ll come to regret it sooner or later but you’ll be in a better position when they do.’ He’d whisper reassuringly as he held you close to his chest, his heart breaking when hearing your sobs.

He hated how affected you were by their decision and he hated how powerless he was to stop you from getting hurt by stupid employments like this one. They obviously didn’t see what he saw in you and that was their loss and his gain. You were dedicated, loyal, hardworking but apparently that wasn’t enough for them and so without much thought they dropped you.

So Dick, with the help of Hayley, would try his best to provide you with happier times to drown out the pain that came with reminiscing the shittier times.

They would try their hardest to make you cry tears of joy rather then sadness from their goofiness alone as both Dick and Hayley would rather see you happy then sulk over the decisions of some stupid employment. They -the employment- fucked up with you and Dick wasn’t about to let it be your problem to deal with alone because it wasn’t your problem to deal with in the first place. It was theirs.

So you spent the rest of your days with Dick trying his best in making you happy and smile more then you’ve ever have, that place was poison for you and he’ll try and be your antidote.

Tim would absolutely do everything in his power to ruin your old workplaces reputation out of sheer pettiness, whether it be digging up some dark/ shady stuff that they’ve tried sweeping under the rug or spreading their tendencies to mistreat their staff on a daily basis, Tim would single-handedly destroy their reputation by leaving it in complete shambles.

He was smart enough to do so and could do so if you were to ever say the word, he was more then ready with documents filled with evidence to back up his claims, all he needed was you to give him the go ahead.

Tim could be petty but his petty was unlike anyone else’s and could cause mass damage to corporate assholes, especially those who thought it was completely justifiable to release someone after two weeks of working there.

Give him 5 minutes and the workplace will have collapsed from the information he had released to the general public. That’ll teach them a lesson for certain for messing with you.

However you didn’t want him to get into any trouble because of you and would much rather cuddle with him in bed as you watched a movie on his laptop in your pj’s as you both shared some ice cream. That’s all you needed and Tim was more than willing to comply as he told you how stupid of a decision it was of them to let you go, they were only shooting themselves in the foot and digging their grave simultaneously.

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[sanguineterrain]

YES. BODYGUARD JASON TODD.

He's used to being looked over, just seen as meat & muscle (he doesn't mind, it's part of the job) but you're the first "job" who actually sees him, talks to him, makes him laugh 🫠 he doesn't know what he'll do if someone actually tries to put their hands on you 🙂

hiiii aud thank you for the scrumptious jaybird thoughts <3 so begins my bodyguard!Jason agenda!

bodyguard!jason todd x gn!reader. fluff, pining, and tension so thick you could cut it with a batarang.

All fics are reblogged to @sanguinelibrary

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"Y'know, I think you just keep me around to carry your bags."

You grin over your shoulder where the Red Hood trails behind you, always five paces behind. Your takeout bag is in one hand, your new shirts in another. He wears a red mask over the lower half of his face, like always. Only seeing his eyes used to unnerve you, but now it's a comfort, finding his gaze in a crowd.

"That's not true. I also keep you around for something nice to look at," you say.

He tilts his head. Your belly flutters. "Flattery will get you nowhere, trouble."

"Flattery got me outside of my hotel, Red."

He sighs. "Tricking the hotel concierge doesn't count."

You laugh. "Sure it does. I think it does." You stick your arm out. "Will you walk next to me?"

"You know my rule."

"But you can easily cover me if you're next to me! And I'm so good at ducking. See?"

You duck and straighten a few times in a row to demonstrate. A few people stare. You ignore them. Hood's eyes crinkle in a way that tells you he's smiling.

"Mm, incredible technique. Wonder who taught you that. A ruggedly handsome bodyguard, perhaps?"

"Always hungry for the credit," you say. "Despicable."

"Ain't I?"

You turn around and stop. He stops five paces behind. You take a step forward. He takes a step back.

"I wanna see your face when we talk," you say, face pinched.

"Not in public, trouble. It's for your safety. You know that."

"Can't you come a little closer?"

None of your friends are like this with their personal guards. A moment from a friend's birthday party resurfaces.

It's almost like you'd rather be with him than us. You know he's just doing his job, right?

Hood stays exactly where he is. "This is the ideal spot for covering you. Now, c'mon. Thought you wanted to shop."

You sigh and let your arms flop to your sides. He must be nervous today. You can't imagine why.

"Fine. Be that way."

You hurry ahead. Hood doesn't lag behind. Stupid long-legged bodyguard.

"You can be mad at me as long as you stay safe," he says.

You turn again, about to really bitch about how strict he's being. But his proximity stops you short. He's inched closer, so close that you can properly see his eyes.

"This close enough for you?" he asks.

Hood's eyes are warm in the light, mossy and rich. His lashes and brows are dark and thick. Once or twice, you've seen a splash of freckles across his nose. The bridge of his nose is crooked like it's been broken one too many times.

Dear God, you yearn to know him.

Your stomach does more flips. Hood watches you, half-lidded.

"What're y'doing, trouble?"

His voice is soft, the way it gets when he's trying to smooth over a tiff between you. You can't figure out why he does that. You always get over it. And so does he. He has no choice.

"I'm looking at you, Red," you say.

"Yeah? What're y'lookin' at me for?"

"'Cause I want to."

He blinks. "Me? Not much to look at."

You look at each other for another minute. The want bubbles up again, spills out of your mouth before you can stop it.

"Please walk next to me," you say. "I need to know you're there."

He leans in to speak, black curl tumbling over his forehead. He smells sweet, like apples and spice. You almost appreciate the danger in your life because it keeps you in the Red Hood's line of sight.

"Wha's the matter? Y'nervous? I'm right here."

Oh, you're nervous, alright. Just not in the way he thinks. The way you ought to be.

You turn around. For your sake and his.

"Not nervous. Just... just... never mind. You pick where we go next, Red."

"It's your day. 'M just the driver," he says.

"If you won't walk next to me, the least you can do is pick where we go."

"The least I can do, huh?"

It's clear he isn't going to choose. So you watch him instead. You turn the corner and sneak glances over your shoulder. You don't care much about shopping anymore anyway. It's only an excuse to go out. To be alone with him.

Your answer comes. It's only for a split second, but you catch it anyway. He taught you to notice things after all. Says it could be the difference between living and dying.

You immediately change course. Hood follows you easily, and you breeze through the bookstore's entrance. You sneak a look to gauge his reaction. He's looking around, but that could just be him clocking the exits and obstacles. You grab his hand. He looks at your joined hands, then at you.

"Feeling lost?" he asks.

"No. Just trying to keep you present. Nothing’s gonna happen in a bookshop, Red."

That crease in the middle of his forehead returns. "'S my job to plan for the worst. Keeping you safe is the only thing that matters."

"Not the only thing."

His eyebrows rise. "Whaddya talking about? 'Course it is."

You look at your joined hands. This is bad. This is really, really bad. You'd might as well pull your heart out of your chest and let Hood carry that too.

You start to walk, fingers slipping out of his. Hood doesn't try to rejoin them.

He stays closer in here, close enough that you can talk quietly and smell his apple pie scent.

"What do you like to read?" you ask.

Hood glances at you. "Clocked that about me, did you?"

"I was taught by the best," you say sweetly.

He hums. Doesn't joke or laugh. Just makes a soft sound. It's not often you render him speechless.

"I loved Frankenstein as a kid. I always hoped he'd love his monster, but..."

Hood disappears for a moment, lost in his head. You take his hand, heart be damned.

"Red?"

He looks at you again. His eyes are wild. Sometimes, it seems like they glow.

"My... my dad used to read it to me," he says. "One time I asked if he'd love the monster anyway. He promised he would."

You rub his knuckles. He flinches, like he's forgotten where he is. 

"Someone's devotion to our monstrous parts is something we all want," you say.

You spend more time in the bookstore. Hood attracts a few stares, like always, but you're left alone. He carries your shopping without complaint, without strain, and you wonder if your friend was right, if this is just a job.

You buy a special edition of Frankenstein under his attention. Then you turn around and hand him the book. He keeps it under his arm.

"Ready to head back? Y'hungry?"

"That's for you," you say.

"Hm? What is?"

"The book. It's for you, Red."

Silence. The second time that you've stunned the words out of him. You're on a roll.

"Y'don't have to do that," he says, gentle as can be.

"It's a present for you. A thank you."

Hood shakes his head. "You don't need to thank me for protecting you. Just doing my job."

"I'm thanking you for being my friend. Because... you are, right? My friend?"

This time, Hood's eyes on you are heavy. You wonder if he can see your heart beating, see your belly fluttering, see the real reason why you get nervous around him.

"Yeah, trouble," he says, book cradled to his chest like it's precious cargo. "I'm yours."

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[say-hi-to-the-sky]

So I'm someone who started out reading dc fanfic but is now starting to get into actual source material.

I just watched Under the Red Hood and holy crap Jason gets mischaracterized so much in fandom. Like I know a lot of people have talked about this already but whatever.

Jason, so often is described in fanfic as impulsive or emotional, as someone who "thinks with his fists" rather than his head, when that couldn't be further from the truth.

In UtRH, this guy is able to manipulate so many key players into ending up exactly where he wants him, and yet people are still think he's one of the dumber members of the batfamily.

TL;DR - jason is way smarter than the fandom gives him credit for. I'm definitely not the first to say this, but it's not said enough.

#jason todd #batman #dc #batfamily #batfam #under the red hood #utrh #canon vs fanon #dc fanfic

[arcticlutra]

Bernard: Hmm...

Jason: What?

Bernard: You look an awful lot like Bruce Wayne's dead son Jason Todd.

Jason: -blue screen-

Bernard: I mean add a few years and pounds.

Jason: Wait. What?!

Bernard: Hmm. -prods Jason- I suppose Wayne Enterprises would have the tech. It would explain a lot...

Jason: I...I have no idea what's going on right now.

Bernard: -dialling Tim- Hey Babe.

-indistinct phone noises-

Jason: Who even are...

-Bernard puts a finger to Jason's lips-

Bernard: Shh, I'm checking something. No sorry Babe, I was shushing the clone.

-loud, angry phone noises, and confused Jason noises-

Bernard: Tim, of course I'm not talking to a Robin, it's daytime. I'm talking to the clone of your adopted brother Jason Todd who I bumped into at the Farmer's Market.

-very angry phone noises-

Bernard: -sighing- Tim I love you, but we all know that Bruce Wayne dated the Batman, which is where the Batman clearly stole the Robin Cloning Tech from...

-angrier phone noises-

Bernard: Look Tim, don't get angry at me that your adopted father's ex doesn't understand boundaries. Anyway, I have to go as your Brother's clone is malfunctioning and a hot red head with a kid is trying to drag him away from my citizen's arrest. Love you!

#tim drake #bernard dowd #timbern #timber #tim x bernard #jason todd #dc fanfic #roy harper #jayroy

[gggraysonnn]

[The Talon Variation] | Rating M | Chapters 15/18

Words: 62,919

TW: central themes of abuse and mental illness, read the tags, dick grayson centric, ballet au and black swan inspired

Summary:

Talon.

It was a new role for a new ballet. One William Cobb had been training Dick Grayson to perform ever since he obtained custody of him.

Surrounded by manipulative, powerful people in his dance company, Dick seizes his only chance for autonomy by tasking himself with making the role of the Talon his own. However, his obsession with perfection leads him down a dark path that causes him to question reality and his own reflection.

(Posted under anonymous because—I took a long break from fandom spaces completely, but started this fic two years ago, but I wasn’t really ready to post content with a blog or page attached. Also, this was the darkest fic I’d ever written and I wasn’t really emotionally prepared for backlash if it was badly received, but I’ve gotten a lot of positive feedback from readers and I’d like to interact with fandom spaces again.)

#dick grayson #nightwing #dc comics #dc #dc fanfic #dc fanfiction #dick grayson fanfiction #batfamily fanfic #thomas wayne jr #owlman #bruce wayne #jason todd #dickwally #but that comes way after a lot of hurt/angst #dick grayson needs a hug #black swan au