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kazuko-stuff · 3 months
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Batsis as a Vtuber in secret and batfam found out , save it for Stephanie
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ragingbookdragon · 2 years
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She sat beside him on the ledge, curling her legs underneath her. “Can I be honest with you?”
“Of course,” he responded, taking a drag from the cigarette, smoke billowing from his lips as he added, “I always expect you to be honest with me like I am you.”
“Yeah…” she frowned. “I feel useless in this relationship.”
“Why’s that?”
Shrugging, she said, “I feel like I don’t offer you anything. Like you offer so much and yet…I don’t give you anything in return.”
“You do,” he answered, still not looking at her, jade eyes focused on the traffic below them. “You do,” he said again, quieter and to himself.
“I do?”
“Mhm.”
“…Care to, y’know, tell me how so I stop worrying that I’m dead weight?”
Reaching over, he took her hand and placed it flat to the dead center of his chest. For a moment, he said nothing, simply letting her wonder what he was doing. “Feel that?”
“Your heart?” she asked, a steady thumping beneath her palm.
“Feel how calm it is?”
“Yeah?”
“Wanna know what makes it like that?”
“I do.”
“Nothing but the love you give.”
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jaysgirlx · 4 months
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You, while playing with Jason's hair: Do the scars still hurt?
Jason: All the fucking time.
You: Do they hurt, when I touch them or-
Jason: No no no, it's more of a mental thing…sometimes when you touch them they bring back bad memories before I…
You: Then why don't you ever pull away?
Jason: Because I know you're not trying to hurt me, I know that you're safe? I don't know the fucking words for this…
*He rests his head on your shoulder*
Jason: Just don't leave.
You: I never will Jay.
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mostly-imagines · 1 month
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Banished
jason todd x fem!reader
aka jason misses his girlfriend
warnings: extremely mild angst, he’s just mopey (he’s fine)
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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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bunny-twirl · 7 days
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Y/N: Aren't they beautiful?
Jason: *wearing pajamas, bedhead, looking very annoyed.*
Rest of the Batfamily: *looks at Y/N, who is looking dreamily at Jason, with confusion.*
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batfams-posts · 2 months
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Jason Todd is the type of boyfriend who loves to watch you get ready for the day or bed. Hear me out
He would totally love the girl that “goes to bed ugly to wake up hot” like crazy shower routine, 10 step skincare routine of the best products, heat less curls in, body moisturized head to toe in something that smells like vanilla or cinnamon, has a silk pillowcase/bonnet on, maybe mouth tape or retainer etc like not sexy lingerie but all the stuff the TikTok girlies use. Definitely sleeping in Jason’s sweats.
He would love to sit on the bed or stand somewhere in the bathroom and listen to you talk about your day or maybe he is getting ready for patrol while you are getting unready.
I think he would try to help you moisturize when you step out of the shower because he would just want to have his hands on you lol
And in the morning when he is still in bed/trying to sleep from a crazy night patrolling he would sleepily have one eye on you while you took off yours heat less curls or putting on your morning skincare and makeup.
If you styled your hair he would love to see the before and after before you leave the apartment and would get sad if he didn’t get a little ootd (outfit of the day” rundown from you. He thinks is silly but it’s one of the bits you guys have together.
My first post ever but it’s just a thought I’ve had after reading so so much Jason Todd content lol
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i-cant-sing · 7 months
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Okay but I need yall to help me figure out the character(s) for the following scenario:
Imagine a romantic yandere falling for reader, and ofc reader isn't in love with yandere for obvious reasons like red flags. Maybe they did try dating, Yandere is a charmer, comes from a rich family, he's smart and hardworking and oh so head over heels in love with you. He's always taking you out on best dates, HAS to get you the largest fucking bouquets (excellent taste in flowers) and buys you expensive but well thought out gifts.
But for whatever reason, things dont work out and you break things off hastily and most likely over the phone before leaving the country. And yandere just- breaksdown. I mean my man does not have a good mental health as is, but you leaving, actually leaving him just breaks him down and he has a full blown panic attack.
I'm talking about yandere falling to his knees, clutching his chest and gasping for air, tears streaming down his face as he screams your name like a mad man. His family, they love him, they adore their son/brother/grandchild sm, it pains them to see him in such a miserable state. Yandere man is so delirious that he has to be sedated, tranquillised by medical professionals because he's just losing his fucking mind, babbling your name over and over again like a mad man. His condition only worsens as time passes, and so his family decides to take drastic measures because they can't see their beloved son/brother/grandkid so fucking dead and depressed and a shell of a once bright man. They love him so much, they only want ti see him happy, so they use their money and influence to track you down and try to convince you to return and take yandere back. When you refuse, they take the high way and force you to come with them, dragging you kicking and screaming to their private jet and fly all the way home, where yandere is.
You're in a dishevelled state, tears running down your cheeks as you struggle to free yourself from their grasps as they take you to yandere. And when yandere sees you... for the first time in months, his family sees the light return in his eyes as the yandere reaches out for you, scared that you're just his mind playing tricks. When he finally touches you, he is immeadiately pulling you into a hug, arms tightening around your body like a gilded cage as he cries into your shoulder and thanks his family for bringing you back. His family only smiles with tears in their eyes as they lock the door behind them when they leave, so that you don't go running away. Meanwhile, yandere has pulled you into his lap and he's looking at you with such sad eyes, staring at each feature of yours over and over again as if to memorise it all again. He can't help the tears that continue to slip out of his eyes, maybe he's crying that you're finally here, or maybe he's crying for all the time that's been lost when you weren't here. You fall asleep soon due to exhaustion, but yandere doesn't sleep a wink that night because he continues to stare at you and play with your hair very gently, finally closing his eyes when morning comes and he wraps his arms around you and traps your legs with his.
By now, you guys realise that the yandere's family is not only yandere for their son/brother/grandson but also for you. They are yandede for you too, but they're not allowing you to leave them or their son or even make him unhappy ever again. Some members are willing to let all you "tantrums" slide, while others are not so kind. BUT one thing is for sure, you're ALWAYS safe with yandere s/o, no matter what.
Now, for the characters I've had in kind for this scenario are:
Halim Mehmet Shah and the Shah Family (my ocs)
Dabi/Shotou and Todoroki clan (I am the OG creator of Yandere Todoroki Clan)
I wanna say Naoya or Toji but the Zenin clan hates them both....
Dick Grayson/Jason Todd and Batfam
What do you guys think?
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applejuicebegood · 13 days
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Jason Showing his Love for You
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Sharing. Sharing his jackets, his cologne, his food - he loves sharing the intimate material aspects of his life. You'll mention being thirsty whilst you guys are walking through the park and he's already uncapping his water bottle for you. You complain to him that your workplace doesn't have proper heating for the winter month and he's already packing one of his hoodies and some hand-warmers in your bag.
Big 'Act's of service' kinda guy. Adores making you dinner and memorising your favourite recipes (you have bought him this red apron from the local farmers market with a robin feather on the front pocket and he immediately asked you if he could have your ring size). Has a small box under the stove of both of your favourite meals written on small cue cards.
Carries your bags if you're out shopping or if he's walking you home from work.
If you're feeling tense or overly exhausted, he always offers a massage. He finds it that much more intimate and loving. To dip and press his fingers into the knots tightening your soft flesh and to hear your groan and sigh in relief, it's a reminder to him that his body doesn't always have to be used for violence and the installation of fear. It can be used as a source of comfort and release - as evident when you pull him down against your chest, after he's put away the lotion, to lay on top of you like a big weighted blanket.
He'll take pictures of flowers and sunsets over water and send them to you randomly throughout the week with the fallow up text being something like 'reminded me of you' 'it looked like your eye-colour'.
Besides that, his camera roll is mostly just you. Pictures of you asleep on his chest or in the middle of the biggest fit of laughter. He's got a few polaroids stashed in his wallet of you that he pulls out on week-long missions with his brothers. To remind himself that he's got something to get back to.
He'll always tie your shoes if the laces come undone or helps you stand up in heels. He's always worried about you if the two of you are at one of his Dad's galla's (for many reasons not included) and your in heels - because he knows how painful it can get. Once you guys get back to your house, he would sweep you into his arms after you've kicked off your heels just so you wouldn't have to stand and stumble for a second longer.
Helps take off your jewelry and makeup as you help him out of his suite.
Listens to your playlists and favourite albums so that you guys can sing along together during late night baking attempts.
You guys have a shared record collection that you started when for your anniversary you got him a record player. He likes to be supper corny some nights and dance with you as one of your favourite albums plays.
He'll be very casual about how extraordinary he treats you. He considers it expected instead of the exception. Because you were able to love him back to life, so why shouldn't you deserve only the best from him?
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fawnindawn · 1 month
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Jason Todd smells like gunpowder, leather and old books. He’s always donning a leather jacket, the same one regardless of how worn out it is. It’s become soft due to the material stretching over his muscles, and it looks almost too small on him with the way the cuffs grip at his wrists. Refuses to get a new one, abandonment issues run strong even with non-animate objects. Has favourites when it comes to guns. Pats them occasionally, strapped beneath his jacket or on his thigh in habit. Names them and gives them a kiss after a mission well done. Ridiculously hot in combat, only cause he likes to show off. Swings his guns just for the flare. You think he’d be less of a threat without them. He just gets worse. Fist fighting with him is your worst nightmare because he enjoys the sound of bone-breaking from pure strength. Bandages over his knuckles always. Never heals with how often he gets into brawls. Large, veiny hands, scar-filled. Huge biceps. Thick neck. Even thicker thighs. He’s just huge. Getting pinned by him means it’s game over. Yet, somehow you never hear him approach till he wants you to. Black, tousled hair that casts shadows over his eyes. Turquoise eyes turned green from the Lazarus Pit. They have this unnatural glow, evident in the dark. Always running from place to place, cause he can’t stand coming back to an empty apartment. Adrenaline junkie. On the rare occasion he’s not plotting something to piss off Bruce, or crushing gang ops, he can be caught in a second-hand bookstore flipping through classic literature. Earphones plugged in with either rap or jazz, no in-between, he’s delicate with books as he flips through the pages. A startling contrast to any Gotham citizen, peering in and seeing a gym hunk hoarding the narrow space between bookcases, holding a miniature sized novel by Jane Austen.
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stormy-skyzzzzzz · 1 month
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no but imagine Jason Todd with his big, strong, callused hands holding on to your hips for dear life while you ride him till dawn.
oh and he for sure whimpers.
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kazuko-stuff · 4 months
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Watching Ghibli movies with the batboys
**This is my first time writing for DC btw. Give me ideas for later ficus
Watching Ghibli movies with the Batboys
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Dick Grayson
Enjoys watching movies with anyone really
Will enjoy watching Ghibli movies without a doubt
You introduce him to Castle in the Sky first to watch
He worries for Sheeta as she fell in the sky from the air ballon from her captures and pirates
Breathes in relief when her amulet helps her floats down and is found by Pazu
He is drawn to the world building of the story and relates to Pazu, in regards to his antics and willingness to protect Sheeta because she reminds him of you.
Is very curious about the lore of Laputa island after learning the story behind the mythical island and aetherium.
He finds the Dola’s pirate gang funny and is happy they are willing to help the two escape from Muska’s army.
Again he is amazed by the world building when he sees Laputa island and loves the detail of the robots.
Angry that Muska appears and how he abuses his powers and knowledge to hurt people
Is happy that Sheeta understands why the people of Laputa fled from the island and she and Pazu uses the amulet’s power to finish Muska once and for all
If you continue watching more ghibli movies, he will most likely buy a big Totoro plush for both of you to cuddle on
Would sing the Ponyo song to annoy his family and friends and to sing in the shower
Wants to visit Japan to see the places that were inspired by real life places
Admits the food is very mouthwatering and enjoys when the protagonist have meals with loved ones
Jason Todd
at first didn’t seem interested but you give big puppy eyes for him to give in
Was instantly amaze of the story telling of the movie and will geek of the world building due to how immersive the movies are
Will have a hard time having a picking a favorite due to good the storytelling is but if he has one favorite at of all it will be Spirited Away
He gets goosebumps when the spirit bathhouse town gets more active and worries on how Chihiro will get out and save her parents.
He likes to make analysis of the movies after watching them and watches analysis videos on YouTube.
Acknowledges that Yubaba and the other workers get on his nerves because it reminds him of his childhood.
Starts to find wonder the meaning behind Chihiro’s name being taken away and being changed to ‘Sen’ and her first meeting with Haku when she was very little
He notices how Chihiro has changed a lot from the beginning and how it reminds him of himself
He was cheering for Chihiro doing the scene when she was helping the river spirit get clean but wondered what that rice herb cake was for.
He cries at the scene when Haku comforts Chihiro when she was crying and eating onigiri because he knows she being through so much at her age just to save her loved ones
(Btw you made onigiri and bought konpeito)
Shock when Haku has a dragon form and was injured but was relieved when he managed to get healed due to the medicine she gotten from the river spirit
When he sees the bath workers blaming Sen for No-Face’s rampage, he grumbled how it was their fault for indulging and encouraging bad behavior, since he feels ‘No-Face’ is a blank state.
He admits Boh the baby is annoying but doesn’t blame him for being spoiled since his mom is at fault and enjoys that Haku had enough of Yubaba.
Feels at peace in the train scene
Likes Zeniba’s cottage due to how simple and comfy it is to live in.
It reminds him of Alfred and his aura
Happy tears when she and Haku reunited And when Chihiro remembers her first encounter with Haku and his original name
Admits he found Boh less annoying as he grows as a person and stands up for Chihiro against his mom.
Happy that Chihiro manages to save her parents but is sad that an adventures comes to an end
Likes to cook food based on the Ghibli movies since it always has a warm feeling and you're the taste tester.
If he has a stressful day, he likes to listen to ghibli music to remind himself being peace at oneself
Wants to go to a hot spring in Japan at one point
Tim Drake
Decides to watch after seeing hearing it from a group of friends and your big Totoro plush
Like the rest of the batfam, he enjoys the world building and the characters in the Ghibli movie
He would get the foreshadowing and enjoys watching analysis of the movies
He writes analysis and the message based of the symbolism and Japanese mythology
He knew Chihiro almost lost her identity when Yubaba stole her name and figured out what happened to Haku, after seeing the conditions of the bathhouse workers.
His favorite character is Howl from Howl's Moving Castle
He loves how all the characters in the movie are alive and likes the fire spirit
He enjoys how magical the scene was when Howl was flying in the sky with Sophie
He enjoys the banter between Sophie and Howl over hair products that cause his hair to change color
He loves Sophie’s new outfit at the end of the movie
Bought a necklace based off of Howl’s necklace and one time tried to cosplay as him to attend a con with him without his brothers knowing
His likes how steampunk is portrayed in the ghibli movies and enjoys learning more about Japanese culture and mythology
Would likely to go to ghibli events with you
Damian Wayne
after first thought it was going to be boring since he thinks it’s childish but immediately hooked up when he saw the animation of the movies
He decides to watch most of the movies with you when he is in house arrest from patrol
He likes Princess Mononoke movie and My Neighbor Totoro
He enjoys how San is a no-nonsense person and acknowledges she should fight back to defend her home
He somewhat wonders if Poison Ivy is like this because she just wants to defend the environment since San wants to protect the forest, seeing that she is angry at those who is destroying the environment
He secretly likes to watch My Neighbor Totoro and Ponyo with you and his family
He loves the animals in the Ghibli movies
Wishes to ride Moro and wants a pet wolf along with a fish name Ponyo
Ponyo movie inspires him to clean up local beaches
He would want to ride the Catbus from Totoro
Buys ghibli plushies for his collection
He starts to paint background from the movies due to how beautiful they were
He would visit Japan to see the places that set the inspiration for the movie and the Ghibli cafe theme events
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ragingbookdragon · 2 years
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Thanks so much for getting back to me! I absolutely loved your fic where batmom and talia were at Damains soccer game, and would absolutely love to see more of those two being friendly with one another ❤️ only if you don’t mind ofc
You're welcome! Here's some wholesome Batmom and Talia content!
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“I find you strange,” she said as they both stepped into the dressing room, arms full of dresses and blouses to put on.
Pausing, she glanced back at Talia as she shut the door. “Wanna elaborate on it?”
“I’ve done horrible things to you. I’ve done horrible things to even my own child.” Talia looked at her. “Even through it all, you have never hated me. Why?”
She shrugged, beginning to undo the buttons of her shirt. “Talia, I’ve learned a long and very hard lesson by being Bruce’s wife and the mother of his children. And it is that I don’t have time for hate.” Pulling on one of the shirts, she added, “Hate blinds you, keeps you from seeing the bigger picture.”
“And what is the bigger picture?” Talia asked in return, already admiring her image of herself in one of the green dresses.
“That despite it all, you are simply a woman. You are simply a mother. And you are doing the best you can with what you’re provided with. Your motivations, whatever the reason, were always love on some level.” She looked at her. “Besides, there are few women in this world with a love as fierce as yours that I have the pleasure of being called their friend.”
Talia met her eyes in the mirror, and for a brief moment, just a breath, she saw those gorgeous green eyes widen, fill with tears, then the tears were gone, and Talia was scowling. “We are not friends. We are merely acquaintances in the same PTA group.”
“Yes, absolutely, not friends,” she replied, but the grin on her face, and the small, upturned corner of Talia’s lips told her otherwise.
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battymommastuff · 3 months
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The Fire-Eater
Batmom x Batman, Batmom x Batfamily
Prompt: While digging through the attic, Dick Grayson and Jason Todd uncover a secret about their adoptive mother. A secret that reveals the true, and dark story of the most loved couple in Gotham City
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!!DISCLAIMER!! - This likely won't be comic accurate (Obviously), but I did draw inspiration from the comics. If you are looking for something accurate, then this fanfic isn't for you.
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"Jesus Christ, you'd think they would dust up here once in a while." Jason rasps as he waves his hand in the air to clear the cloud of dust. Dick just rolled his eyes and lifted another box out of the way, causing another cloud of dust to poof into the air, "Where is this damn blanket anyway?" He asked, ripping open an old box to look for the blanket in question. Why? You, their adopted mother, is currently carrying their youngest sibling. The first, and only pregnancy of yours. Seeing that you aren't as young as you used to be, the pregnancy is a high risk. As per doctor's orders, you were to remain on bed rest now that you were close to your due date.
Before that, you'd been working on the nursery. Everything was perfect, but you were missing one thing. Bruce's baby blanket. A blanket you'd only ever seen in pictures, but knew that you wanted it for your future child. Unfortunately, that didn't seem to be possible. All of your children were far too old for the blanket when they were adopted. Now you had your baby on the way, and you wanted that blanket. To prevent you from climbing up there yourself, your two oldest sons decided to.
"Some of the boxes are older than me." Dick joked as he held up a box of old photo albums. The date on the box was ten years before he was born. He set the box down, and kept shifting through the boxes. They were looking for a box with Bruce's birth year on it. All of his baby items were stored there. He moved another box then frowned when he saw one tucked in a far corner. It was opened, and he saw a black outfit lined with red sequins, an outfit he swore he's seen before...a circus outfit. What caught his eye next was a rolled up poster, "Hey, Jason." He called out while picking up the poster. Dick unrolled it slowly, then felt his heart sink to his stomach.
A poster for Haly's Circus. The Circus he was apart of before his biological parents died. He still remembered that day as if it just happened. On the poster was a woman eating fire. Her outfit, a black leotard with red sequins lining it. (H/C) hair, and (S/C) skin. Unless Bruce had a certain type, there was no way it couldn't be you. How? How was this possible? He remembered meeting you that night. You were dressed as if you just walked out of business meeting, and you were with Bruce. The date on the poster dated years before you ever met Bruce.
Dick set the poster down right as Jason approached him, still grumbling about all of the dust. He picked up a small book next. Opening it, he found pictures. Old pictures of you, and other members of the circus. You and Haly...you and his parents. You knew his parents? One picture was of you, his dad, his mom, and him as a newborn. You knew who he was before you ever met him? How come he never knew this? Why did you leave the circus? How did you end up marrying Bruce Wayne of all people?
"Holy shit, Mom never told us this." Jason said while holding up the torches and an old bottle of alcohol. What they saw in the bottom of the box made both of their spines tingle. A mask...a Court of the Owls mask. Dick knew the story, and he knew his lineage. He knew his potential fate, had he never been adopted. Why did you have a mask? All of these questions in his head, and he knew the one person who could answer them.
He shoved all the items back into the box, and stormed out of the attic with it. Dick wanted answers, and he wanted them now. He carried the box through the manor with Jason on his heels, while holding back his tears. He felt lied to? Betrayed? He didn't know, but he needed to know. He felt like you were an entirely new person now. Dick opened the door to your bedroom. You were watching as Stephanie painted your toenails, and Damian was lecturing you on your health.
"Oh! Did you-..." You cut off when you saw the box he was carrying. It'd been years, and you forgot about that box. Honestly, you thought you threw it out, "Dick..." Your oldest son walked over and slammed the box on the bed, causing your two other sons and Stephanie to glare at him.
"Start talking, Mom...right now."
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gay-dorito-dust · 2 months
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You: *leave for work*
Dick, suddenly depressed and decided to text the batfamily group chat: my sweetheart has abandoned me. (they left about 5 minutes ago for work) They didn’t leave a note for their absence to quell my growing worry. (They didn’t give me my regularly scheduled good morning kisses. How mean.)
And now I sit within our shared bed, wondering if they’ll ever come home while I continue to suffer with the void they’ve created in my heart. (They’re on an open til close shift and I’m slowly going insane bc how am I meant to eat breakfast without my breakfast buddy.)
Jason, taking the piss: guys I think Dickie boy misses y/n.
Steph, joining in: really? I wonder what gave you that idea…
Jason: dunno, something just tells me that he misses y/n. Can’t put my finger on what tho. 🤷‍♂️
Damian: Grayson I can’t keep defending you…
Duke: maybe talk to them on their break if you miss them so badly, or visit them at work? Just a suggestion.
Tim: I’ve screenshot this conversation and am sending it to y/n right now. You’re very welcome.
Steph: Dick when y/n leave him for any more then 5 minutes:
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synoname-wordsmith · 4 months
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Every jason todd fic writer is like, "If jason todd was written to have a person in his life that understood his point of view and could keep him grounded, half of his problems would go away. And if DC won't write it, i will, and their name will be y/n." and I love them for that.
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dead-sane-stuff · 10 months
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* Damian telling some story*
Jason: That is such bullshit
Damian: NO IT IS NOT
Y/n: Jason, if Damian says it's true then who are we to believe otherwise
Jason: Oh Okay, but no one believes me when I say I beat the last level of Mortal Kombat.
Y/n: Because that's just ridiculous Jason, no one beats Sub-Zero or Kronika
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