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scp230kinnie · 11 months

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Hcs for the titans mcs pls (Dick, Gar, Rachel, & Kori)

Lowkey gonna marry whoever sent this 😜

TITANS RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

I assume you meant relationship, so here’s that

Characters: Dick Grayson, Rachel Roth, Gar Logan, Jason Todd, and Koriand’r

Genre: fluff 😜 relationship hcs

Warnings: SPOILERS ⚠️ mentions of death & injury. Slightly suggestive. None of the characters mentioned are mine, all Headcanons are made up by me, not canon whatsoever. Everything said/mentioned is fictional.

On with the fic

Dick Grayson

He a baddie

He tries actually so hard to keep you out of danger

I feel like he would try to hide the whole titans thing from you if you didn’t know about it, but realistically finding out would be inevitable

He can always tell when you’re lying. It’s like a sixth sense to him

As a matter of fact, he can tell when anyone lies to him

He probably likes it when you help patch him up after a fight (not that he would admit it)

If you’re expecting a man who’s open about anything (his past, etc) you have another thing coming

It would take a lot for him to actually open up

Even if he does open up, he doesn’t like telling you much about his time with Bruce.

Dont bring it up either lol

Man is so touch deprived omggg

It’s not exactly that he never got it, it’s more that he never wanted it

He would like flinch if you ever touched him, but he would get used to it

He has a fat ass I wanna slap it

If you do that, he’s probably gonna slap yours back

No PDA. Holding hands at the MOST. Unless you’re upset or hurt, then he’ll give you a quick hug or something

He likes to stay serious generally, but sometimes he’ll be silly and it’s so cute ong

He wants you to stay away from the crime fighting scene.

He even gets scared for your health in case one of his enemies decides to go for you

He would try to teach you some self defence

If you are a crime fighter, he helps you train, and stays close to you on missions if he can

His favourite part of your body is your face. He loves looking into your eyes or kissing your lips or cheeks

Next 😜

Rachel Roth

She’s probably so sweet and understanding

You are always her main priority

All she ever wants is to keep you safe

Sometimes, she gets very distant because she can’t control her abilities and she doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you

If you didn’t already know the titans, she would absolutely introduce you to them as soon as she can

She can’t help but smile when she looks at you

She gives you her clothes if you want <3

She’d only open up after a while, it wouldn’t take too long, but she would still be a little distant

She loves being close to you and like hugging you or holding hands

Very up for PDA

No making out or anything, but will hug you and hold your hand in public

She just thinks you’re the most interesting person ever

She remembers every word you tell her

She would probably get matching piercings with you omgggg

She loves painting your nails to match hers

Like Dick, she can also tell when you’re lying. (But that’s just a side effect from her abilities)

She always posts pictures or videos of you on her social media if she has any

Will always offer you an earbud if she’s listening to music, will be very happy if you do the same

She loves learning about what music you listen to

Loves getting matching anything (hoodies, rings, even online profile pictures)

Her favourite part of you is your eyes or your hands

Garfield Logan

When he sees you’re upset, he will say the worst jokes he can think of to make you laugh

Even when you’re not upset he does that anyway

He just loves hearing your laugh or seeing your smile

He thinks it’s the cutest thing ever

Absolutely LOVES playing video games with you

It’s literally his favourite thing in the world

If he notices you’re cold, he might give you his jacket for a bit

Will defo turn into your favourite animal for you

Especially if it’s a dog or a cat so he can cuddle with you

Opens up so fast tbh

It’s good tho that means he trusts you

Little spoon fosho 😜😜😜

He loves holding or touching you in some way

Loves PDA sm

Just loves proving you’re his

The titans probably knew about you the first day he saw you💀

He’d get you guys matching white shoes and get sharpies to Color them together <3

Would draw a wiener somewhere on em tho

PAINT HIS NAILS

He would make you do some stupid ahh tiktok dances with him

Would give you some stupid nicknames

His favourite thing about you is 100% your hair. He would absolutely adore touching it/playing with it, no matter the length

Jason Todd

He a little cute patootie

IDC WHAT HES DONE

Everyone he talks to knows about you tbh

He’s just so proud of you

He makes so many sexual jokes it’s wild

Also always grabs your ass 😢

Gives you some cringe nickname

He doesn’t like opening up, I can understand that

He prefers hearing you talk, rather than him

Would protect you with his mf life

Also would teach you to fight

He wants to know that you can protect yourself when he’s not there

Adores it when you clean his wounds or rub his shoulders after fights

He’s pretty secretive but would probably break down one day and tell you everything

Would definitely give you his hoodies/sweaters

Into PDA

He just likes to prove to everyone that you’re his tho

Loves to hold you

His face part of you is ur nose

Easy to kiss

Koriand’r

She’s gorgeous my wife

She seems more stoic, but she really cares about you, more than anything

She loves to talk shit with you tbh

Only abt people who deserve it ofc

She loves when you make her laugh, it makes her feel more comfortable with you

Matching jewelry 🔛🔝

Loves it when you play with her hair

She can’t really use words to express how she feels about you, prefers to use her actions instead

She doesn’t want you to think differently of her because she is a princess or whatever

She’s had plenty of past lovers, but she knows you’re her favourite

She’ll take a while to open up, but she will eventually

Doesn’t do PDA

Or very much physical affection as it is

Will still hug you tho <3

Like everyone else, she will do everything she can to protect you and make sure you don’t get hurt

Will k word anyone who looks at you the wrong way

She’s very protective

And kinda jealous

She loves every part of you lowkey

The end guys idk what else to write

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quillium · 2 years

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Bruce Wayne has anxiety and that’s everyone’s problem: Part 2, Electric Boogaloo

Bruce worrying that he doesn’t know the most inane things. Think whatever the opposite of BBC Sherlock is

Bruce: I don’t know the name of every single yellow flower in the world. This is horrible and the most stupid mistake in the world Alfred, who is Done: Master Bruce it literally does not even matter. Can you please just finish your peas

Bruce: I don’t know how to cultivate a garden. What if there’s an apocalypse that forces me to be self-sustaining and I can’t even garden without the internet Alfred: I guess it’s a good thing you have so much free time and we have a massive garden that can be used for gardening

Bruce making a massive self-sustaining greenhouse with unbreakable glass JUST IN CASE. The Gotham food bank gets so much fresh produce that they somehow have excess food to give to other branches in other cities

Bruce getting so overwhelmed by the thousands of choices he can make that he just shuts down and does absolutely nothing

Bruce inwardly, in his 20s, seeing his freshly adopted 9 year old sneaking out: [I need to stop him or he’ll die. Okay, I can ground him. What if he tries to sneak out the window and falls to his death? Okay, I’ll just explain things to him. 9 year olds haven’t hit puberty and don’t have fully developed brains to understand the consequences so he’ll just ignore me and sneak out and get hit by a car. I’ll promise to do his vengeance for him? No, that wouldn’t have worked when I was young and he’ll STILL sneak out and get shot and die. Even if I do get him to stop it’ll spiral and he’ll never respect or listen to me and he’ll die tragically and--] Bruce outwardly: Yeah I guess you can be Robin, I’ll train you

Bruce going “what if people get mind controlled” in a world where mind control has, to his awareness, NEVER HAPPENED, is exactly what saves the world the first time the Justice League gets mind controlled. Clark is furious for a whole week afterwards

Bruce, mockingly: Oh, mind control is impossible, Batman, it’s never happened, Batman, you don’t need to figure out how to destroy us all and be so paranoid, Batman-- Clark, sticking lead in his ears: I GET IT BRUCE I’M SORRY FOR BEING SULKY ABOUT THE KRYPTONITE PROTOCOL

Bruce tricking his children into thinking this kind of behaviour is not only normal but justified because it HAS, in fact, saved the world multiple times

Bruce, sixty levels of anxiety and paranoia: Me and my children are normal Diana: Y’all have anxiety is what you have. Take a good look at yourself

Part 1

#dc #batfam #batman #bruce wayne #The real reason people stay in Gotham despite Everything: There’s an insane amount of fresh produce #Bruce Wayne and the food bank literally give it out for free year round #Where is Wayne getting this. Who knows. Don’t question it. We’re all sick of zucchini though

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remotepixel · 14 days

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Hi, it is a bit angsty, but imagine yandere platonic avengers with an outcast/wanderer teen mutant reader (maybe some elemental powers like fire) who is cynical because her parents kicked her out because they discovered her powers and thought of her as a freak? Can you please write how would they react to her and what kind of thing would they do to make her trust them? Thanks a lot.

Hiii! Thank you for requesting and sorry this took me so long <3

TW: yandere themes

-Assuming the reader didn’t want to become a hero in fear of being outcasted even further, it’d probably be someone like Clint who met you first - someone who isn’t immediately spotted by the public.

-As a father (or, to be fair, just a normal empathetic person), seeing an obviously homeless/mistreated kid would be setting off a series of alarm bells and a want to help. Since he’s trained for stealth, I think he’d be able to recognize the distrust in your overall posture and gaze, so he wouldn’t push too much. He’d probably hand over some money, a simple suggestion to stay safe, and head on his way.

-Obviously, his concern starts to grow into obsession (you’ll start seeing him more, he asks a few more questions than last time), but he wouldn’t mention it to the avengers unless he felt there was a higher need to: like seeing you start a fire with just your hands.

-As you can probably guess, they’re not a big fan of hearing some kid could just burn down the entire street if they wanted to, but, since, at the end of the day, you’re just a kid using your powers to survive, they wouldn’t be trying to hunt you down or anything of the sort. In a mixture of sympathy or some member’s wariness, they would be joining Clint in his (now daily) check up on you.

-Natasha is an expert in reading body language and changing hers to get what she wants, so she could smell your distrust from a mile away. She’ll keep up a emotionless façade despite your best efforts to make her leave.

-It’d probably annoy you more at first, the fact she’s so calm when you’re having the worst time of your life, but she’s careful to not cross any boundaries she knows she won’t come back from and you start to feel bad later on, thinking of your emotional outbursts against her stoicism.

-When you’re starting to trust her more, she opens to you in return. She don’t ask about your home life or what happened, she mostly listens or sits in the quiet with you, with the hopes of becoming a safe place against everything (or anyone) else.

-Bruce would be another more comforting figure out of them all. He knows how it feels to be judged for something - destructive - out of your control, and it would offer a comfort to know you’re not alone.

-I don’t see him visiting as often as some of the others (he’s too nervous to do so - just in case he messes anything up), but normally brings something when he does; something small like a trinket or a book. He doesn’t want to come off as pitying, and he assumes you won’t be accepting of any ‘extravagant’ gifts, so he hopes you would at least accept those - a way of showing he cares and something to do for you.

-He wouldn’t push his luck, similar to Nat and Clint, but he would suggest moving into the tower or similar thanks to him being science bros with the pushiest member of the team: Tony.

-Tony would be the worst person in this scenario. Sure, he knows his way around the social scene, but normally that’s with fellow arrogant businessmen, not angsty teens.

-Despite understanding your distrust, he doesn’t have the subtle cues mastered like Nat. His first line to you is probably a question/joke about your powers, which definitely doesn’t help when that’s the reason you’re cynical in the first place. He’ll attempt to be casual, then just blurt out how the tower has extra rooms - an not-very-subtle offer you have declined too many times in the past week.

-What he makes up with badly-formed conversations, he tries to make up with gifts: blankets, shoes, way too much cash he just shoves into your hand before leaving. He doesn’t view you as a charity case, but he hopes his attentiveness to your needs/wants solidifies the fact that he’s trying to help.

-Steve’s a 50/50 I think. He’s an easy person to trust, but once his obsessive thoughts start taking over, he gives off heavy ‘i’m going to gaslight every interaction into something positive and you’re never getting rid of me’.

-Like, even if you don’t trust him (yet), he’ll be sitting next to you with a smile on his face thinking about how well this is going. It clear he’s trying though. He’s persistent in his efforts - making sure to visit everyday at a set time - with either food or maybe his drawing kit if you’re interested in that.

-He’d probably pull out the ‘:(’ face if he deems you haven’t opened up enough to him, and basically try and guilt-trip you into doing so (because he’s the epitome of goodness, right? Shouldn’t you trust him at least?)

-Thor probably doesn’t realise you don’t trust him. As long as you stick around, cowering in the corner or not, he’ll happily talk about his newest adventures or how much you would like Asgard (never mind the fact you won’t even think of the idea of following him somewhere and he’s already trying to bring you back to his home realm).

-He’d be similar to Tony in terms of being overly-interested in your powers, but his is out of such pure enthusiasm that’s it hard to completely brush him off. He doesn’t even flinch if you decide to show how dangerous your powers can be on a stray piece of trash, he’s just happy to see you using them.

-When you eventually open up about your parents, the avengers aren’t happy obviously. They knew you probably weren’t living in the streets for fun, but to hear that the people you were supposed to trust most were the reason?

-Don’t be surprised if you hear your parents have suddenly gotten fired from their jobs and moved across the state (or, at least, that’s what people think since they’ve also cut off any contacts they had).

-However, in a twisted way, there is a sense of satisfaction that your parents were fully out of the picture, no ways of them ever being able to regain your trust. It leaves an open spot for the avengers to swoop in; pick up the broken pieces and claim the number one spot in your heart.

-You can happily stay in the tower with them, far above the streets you once lived in, knowing that they’ll never let you leave go back.

#platonic yandere #yandere mcu #yandere marvel #platonic yandere mcu #platonic yandere marvel #platonic yandere avengers #yandere avengers #RemotePixel

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first-edition-dumpster-fire · 2 years

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I’m not gonna lie, I find the reactions to my last post to be very encouraging. I think it’s safe to say that you guys will be seeing more headcanons and preferences from me. Maybe even fics as well. As always, my asks are open, so feel free to comment or suggest fics you’d like to see from me

Anyways, on with what y’all actually came here for

My Hugging Headcanons for the Casper Crew + Finn

Bruce Yamada

-expect bear hugs

-comes from a very openly affectionate family, so he likes to convey his feelings through physical affection

-he’ll keep you there for a minute, too, prepare yourself for that

-hella cliche, can and will pick you up and twirl you around if he hasn’t seen you in a while

-I head canon that Bruce isn’t all that great with words, like, there’s basic compliments and sentences, but I feel like he’s the type that believes that love can’t be expressed with words. So he’ll hold you and imagine that all of his love is being poured into a hug

Robin Arellano

-even tho i previously said that he doesn’t care who’s looking and he’ll be as affectionate with you as he pleases, I feel like that might not apply to hugs

-robin is very awkward with hugs but he likes touching you, so he’ll wrap an arm around your shoulders when you walk together

-if you aren’t and are just standing around, he’ll turn you to face him and just grab your hips, just keeps his hands there

-he actually loves putting his hands on your hips because he likes that he can be openly affectionate with you and still look cool

-he does give full-on hugs, but he feels like those are intimate, too intimate to be shared with the prying eyes of others. He’s a pretty small guy and he knows it, so to him, hugs are protective and private. Robin’s real hugs are very special

Billy “Paperboy” Showalter

-a lot like Robin, Paperboy isn’t one to hug you in public

-it’s not an intimacy thing, or a PDA thing, he could not give less of a shit about that

-but he correlates hugs to cuddles, so in his mind, if he’s gonna hug you, its gonna be an hours-long affair

-in public, if he wants a hug, but can’t cuddle you, he’ll just wrap an arm around your shoulder by its the closest he can get to having what he wants until y’all are alone

-when you’re alone, whether it’s at his house or yours, and he wants a hug, he’ll just drag you to a comfortable spot and y’all will cuddle until bodily needs overtake the sweet comfort of each other’s embrace, but seriously, clear your schedule bc you will not be moving for a very long time, don’t even try it

Griffin Stagg

-hugging is the most extreme form of PDA this boy can handle

-to him, hugging can be platonic and is ordinary to the public eye, so he doesn’t mind it, but he will end it if he feels like y’all are being watched

-his favorite way to hug you is to wrap his arms around your waist and across your lower back, which leaves room for you wrap your arms around your shoulders

-griffin knows he isn’t exactly the most affectionate boyfriend, whether its in public or not, so giving you hugs makes him feel like a better romantic partner

-its sort of silly tho bc in private, its almost as if he has trouble detaching himself from you. He’ll give you a hug, and then do an awkward shuffle to wherever he wants to go with you still in his arms. It makes him blush when you bring it up to him, so he’ll use his body to guide you to a bed or couch, body slam you, then leave as if it was nothing

Vance Hopper

-no

-c’mon, you already know

-fine, but if he did hug you, it would be so totally low effort that it doesn’t even seem like a hug to other people

-he likes to shuffle up behind you and wrap one of his arms across your chest

-it honestly looks kind of threatening because of the way he’s positioned with an arm caging you to his side and his mouth very close to your ear, it looks like he’s threatening you or whispering malicious things to you if not for your pleased smile and the fact that he’s not actively yelling at anyone

Finn Blake

-like Bruce, he likes to wrap his arms around you

-in public, he’ll maneuver you to tuck your head into his chest or neck and sway you until he decides he’s had his fill for the moment

-sometimes if you’re just standing around by your lockers or the Grab n’ Go, he’ll have you curled into his side with an arm around you, casual and unassuming

-in private, especially in his house, he likes to tuck his head into your neck instead. For a very long time, his home wasn’t a very safe and happy place for him and the changes that came with escaping the Grabber didn’t magically fix his bad memories of his childhood. So he’ll curl into you and find comfort in your soft warmth. A good amount of the time, private hugs end up turning into cuddle sessions where he lays onto top of you with his head on your chest so he can listen to your heartbeat

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lovelylonelymoonlight · 6 months

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Bruce is seventeen years old. Bruce knows this-he can feel it in his bones. Bruce also knows that he isn’t supposed to be seventeen. That’s his first clue. The way the number settles in his mind is wrong, distinctly.

His second and more damning clue is Oli standing in his early 40s right in front of him.

The third clue is an older Zatanna starring at him with wide eyes.

God he fucking hates magic.

There are others standing around him, all wearing varing shades of garish colors; blues, reds, and yellows so bright they hurt his eyes. He also notes the item in his hands, the one he pulled off his head as soon as he’d woken up, appears to be the helm to the combat suit he’s been designing. Before he can begin to assess just how bad it is that these people have seen his face, someone speaks up and all of Bruce’s attention snaps to them.

It's the Green Lantern.

“Oh my god, Spooky’s a fetus.”

Okay not the Green Lantern, that one retired when Bruce was a kid, and this one has different features, but a Green Lantern. Bruce has been training his emotions since he was 13, but given the situation he prides himself on not asking the guy for an autograph. Khoa would definitely point out his micro-expressions of joy, he can practically hear him. He shoves his shoulders back up, reminding his body that it doesn’t matter who’s around, Bruce can never relax. A quick lecture on his failure of his previous scan before he does another. A man in blue with an s on his chest, Oliver dressed in green, the Black Canary and how he missed the fact that both the Green Lantern and Black Canary were in the same room as him is a tragedy, another man with green skin which he’ll worry about later, a woman in what looks like a one-piece swimsuit and tall boots, and Zatanna. There also is a window which seem to lead out to space.

Alright, might be his weirdest day ever, but no matter how weird it won’t be his worst. Never the worst.

All his training is for naught, because it takes him until right that second to put all the pieces together. Oliver and Zatanna are older, and there are new fully fledged heroes using their mantels as though they were their own. However, he’s been given this information, which means they aren’t hiding it. It doesn’t matter if he knows it or not. It leaves two options and he doubts that Zatanna would mess with his head like that without giving him the option. Plus, he curls his hand into a fist, his body feels off. Which really just leaves the one thing.

“My mind and body have been reverted to what they were when I was 17.”

“Well,” Zatanna says after a pause had taken over the room, “that makes my job way easier.”

“How did you know you were even in the future? That seems like a stretch.” The man in blue says, almost like he’s joking. Bruce can’t tell if it’s at his expense or not.

“The position of the stars.”

“Wait, really?”

“No dumbass,Oli’s like 40 years older than he’s supposed to be.” The man blinks and what looks like a soft smile appears. He must’ve been joking with Bruce then. Maybe.

“40!”

This is when the woman in the swimsuit interupts, she’s the only one who seems focused on the problem at hand. She doesn’t seem surprised that he was able to recongize Oliver, only noting that he knows there is someone he can trust in the situation. Bruce has no reason to trust Oli, tells her as such and ignores the exaggerated hurt sound he makes.

“We need you to trust that we have your best interest at heart, and that any information we tell you is true and any we don’t tell you is for good reason. From experience, I know it takes many years fighting by your side in battle for that trust to be established.”

She’s right. He can’t afford to mess up any plans his future self has, and that means he has to trust that these people do know him.

He thinks for a moment and decides.

“Black Canary and the Green Lantern. I’ll listen to them.”

The room erupts into chaos.

#maybe I’ll finish this idk idk #batfamily #batman #bruce wayne #batfam #justice league #green lantern #hal jordan #black canary #dinah lance #zatanna

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laalaaliaa · 1 year

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Hey!!

Can I pls rq a batfam x batsis were she gets her phone taken away so she logs onto her ao3 account on the TV when she thought nobody was home

Just some hc abt how they'd react (and maybe some Damian too, pls)

Ao3

just some hc’s about how they react

batfam x batsis!reader

proofread?: no

thanks for the request, i meant to get to the others, but i fell asleep, enjoy <3

So you got in trouble, whether it be in school, on patrol, or in general, so Bruce takes away your phone for the first time ever

At first you’re fine, you’ve suffered worse, so much so, you tell it to Bruce’s face

“I don’t need my phone, I’m doing just fine”

“Really?”

“Yup.”

Then he keeps it for the next three days, that’s when you’re really suffering

You’re moping around the house, at school, in public, practically anywhere you’re at

Until you start sucking up to Bruce like crazy, in hopes you get your phone privileges back

You’re practically sucking up to him 24/7, especially before patrol when he’s giving THAT speech

“Tim, you were sloppy last night.”

“Yeah, very sloppy.”

“Enough.”

“Alright.”

And eventually when Bruce tells you that you still can get your phone back, you’re pretty pissed, you went out of your way to agree with this man—get a load of this guy!

So now you’re here, on the couch, alone, mad and frustrated as you stare at the blank tv screen, your reflection staring right back

Nobody’s home, it’s just you, and the beautiful TV right in front of you

So you decide to do possibly one of the stupidest things you could ever do, and you grab the remote, prompting the cursor to awaken and you guide it towards the internet symbol

Bruce may have taken away your ability to practically live, but he would not take away your ability to read whatever you wanted, about whoever you wanted

You’re on the Ao3 website by the time you can properly think about what you’re doing, and you can’t help but feel giddy, glancing around to make sure nobody was around to see what you were doing

You spend minutes browsing through your bookmarked tab, until eventually you actually click on one

Now you were here, on the couch, leaning forward as much as you could to see whatever it was you were reading

Alfred

Now if Alfred were to catch you, it’d be very, very awkward

Not only would it be awkward but it’d be weird, because as much as he wants to ask, he doesn’t, instead he just stares at you, then the TV, then you

He’s behind you, you just don’t know it, so he’ll leave it like that—you never knowing he was there to witness it in the first place

Bruce

If Bruce catches you, it’s game over, not only because you’re reading whatever it is in the living room, but because you’re grounded and you know better

You’re on the couch whenever he walks in, and he assumes you’re just watching tv, but no—to his surprise you’re reading those things again

He physically shudders before he’s stood behind you in an instant, hand on your shoulder as he watches you slowly turn your head around with a smile

Let’s just say you had a long talk, a really long talk, one where you had to leave halfway through cause it got too embarrassing

And the only question on your mind is—“how does he know what Ao3 is?”

Dick

When Dick catches you, it’s not awkward or embarrassing, but rather weird because instead of making you feel weird about it, he’s smiling at you, rubbing your back as he tells you he “understands”

You’re cringing on the inside, trying your best to keep your smile up as you nod absentmindedly to every word he says

He’s a sweetheart, that’s expected

But hearing him say you’re fantasies are well justified is not expected

Safe to say you’re never gonna read Ao3 in the living room again, the confrontation was too embarrassing

Barbra

She has no words, and you don’t either

You just stare at each other, unable to comprehend the fact that you’d been caught, and that she caught you reading Ao3 on the TV

It isn’t until she tells you that she wanted to hangout that you finally snap out of whatever trance you’re in

You agree, but only if she never tells anyone about what you were doing—she agrees, quicker than you thought she would

You were both awkward while hanging out until she eventually told you to get over it, and that it’s normal

Jason

He’s bursting out into laughter immediately

Full on hunched over laughing, slapping his knee, the whole gist

You’re scowling, closing out Ao3, all while this dude is STILL laughing

You’re not embarrassed anymore that you got caught, but rather annoyed that he’s full on laughing at you

You tell him not to tell anyone and he says “no promises”

He even gives you a look, a look reminding you that he caught you on Ao3 on the family tv in the living room

It’s safe to say he won’t tell anyone, but he will always, and I mean, always remind you of what you’ve done

Stephanie

When she catches you, she’s full on gasping, not out of shock, but out of happiness

She’s hopping over the couch, sitting beside you as she asks about what you’re reading, who it’s about, and much more

You’re pretty much bonding over the fact that she caught you on Ao3, and you’re not ashamed

When you ask her not to tell anyone, she’s pretty much holding pinkies with you, and it’s safe to say the two of you have a secret that you both gladly divulge in

Tim

He’s pretty shocked, he gasps out loud, dropping whatever he has in his hands, and ultimately scares you in the process

He’s pointing at you, and the tv, and going on a full rant about how awkward it is for him to catch you reading on Ao3, he even reveals he already caught Stephanie on there, making you chuckle

You’re laughing, but he’s not, he’s just collecting his things while dramatically revealing how traumatized he is by this, groaning loudly, even pretending to slip and drop his things once more for an even more dramatic effect

But then he’ll literally forget two days later and you never have to worry about whether or not he’ll tell anyone

Cassandra

She’s silent, so silent you don’t even hear her sitting beside you until you lean back, catching a glimpse of her in your peripherals

You don’t scream, no you’re just shocked, you hope she doesn’t know what it is, and you hope she doesn’t tell anyone

But you know Cassie, she’d never reveal you like that, so you go as far as giving her the remote and explaining what it all is

She’s just sitting there listening to you, remote in hand as she does nothing, so you take it from her and ask if she’s gonna tell on you

She shakes her head “no” and you’re practically hugging the girl to death

Damian

He’s judging you 100 percent, going on and on about how Bruce would be disappointed in you and your antics

Even when you’re logged off the tv, walking towards your bedroom, he’s still going off on you

Right before dinner you promise to give him your dessert if he shuts his fat mouth, and he somewhat agrees

Once dessert comes out, you don’t even gotta look at him, you’re sliding him your plate, watching him devour it with a mischievous grin

He’s definitely gonna hold that against you for the rest of your life

#dc imagine #dc comics #batfam x you #batfam imagine #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #damian wayne x reader #tim drake x reader #bruce wayne x reader

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wakkoroni · 9 months

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✨Damian Wayne Headcanons✨

Because it’s his birthday and as a gift I will give him some headcanons but I realized I have a lot so I’ll probably split into parts cause I don’t want it to be this long ass post. There will be 3 parts total soooooo

He self isolates when upset or just on accident sometimes. He can live his life and then remember that people exist and start socializing again. 9 times out of 10 he does this on accident/unaware

Damian uses anger as a defense mechanism. It’s his way to not get hurt. If he is mean/angry/violent enough then nothing can hurt him. Once he gains trust he will be nicer

He doesn’t talk about the league not because he wants to avoid the feelings and emotions and trauma about it. It’s just every time he talks or mentions it everyone grows silent and it always ends with Bruce calling Talia and arguing so loudly Damian can hear them from his room late at night

So he has a journal where he can write down the good memories he had of the league and his mom. He doesn’t want to forget the good times

Whenever it’s his birthday he’s always surprised he made it this far. He is convinced that each year will be his last because of his past that he doesn’t keep track of the days. All he knows is that one day he will die young, he doesn’t even consider the fact he’ll turn 18 or even 21. His family makes plans and tells him “when you turn 21 we can-“ and Damian just nods stays silent. He already died at 10 and got revived, who says he won’t die again?

Damian always keeps his bedroom door open or at the very least cracked (unless he’s hiding an animal) but like anyone can walk into his room cause he doesn’t really care. Also the league never really had privacy so Damian although he’s a private person, his space is open to anyone. Sometimes Tim or Dick will just stroll in just to co-exist with him

Damian is very task oriented so he needs something to do or else he will simply just exist and not do anything and be stuck in wait mode. When he first arrived he would follow Bruce around like a little ducking and Bruce was so confused until he told him to do something and Damian would leave and complete the task and come back. Bruce is like oh so he gives Damian little tasks to keep him occupied and the tasks grow more and more vague like “draw something” or “make something” and yeah Damian slowly regains autonomy

Damian is Robin but he doesn’t stay Robin? Like as he grows older he quits Robin and doesn’t make another identity because honestly he’s tired of fighting. He’s always following orders either his mothers or his fathers and he’s tired. When his father taught him how to make his own decisions he didn’t think that not being Robin would be one of them. When Damian comes to this realization he doesn’t know what to do cause he thinks that if he isn’t Robin then he’ll be disowned or something so he makes this whole plan to buy a place under a fake name in another state to flee when Bruce tells him to get out and has a go-bag ready. When he tells Bruce that he doesn’t want to be Robin, all Bruce does is say okay and asks why in a very calm and understanding tone. This throws Damian for a loop and yeah. They talk it out, no one gets kicked out, and it’s a happy ending

#the vibe speaks #vibe headcanons #damian wayne #batfam #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #batfam headcanons #damian wayne headcanon #damian al ghul #bruce wayne #batman and robin

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luwritesomething · 2 years

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DAMIAN WAYNE HEADCANONS !!!

ah, love of my life. this man right here got me years ago into learning more about the batfam and now here i am. you can say it’s kind of his fault. anyways,,, no one asked for this but my brain did.

requests are open! hit that anon button and tell me your idea!

warnings: swearing, hadn’t been proof-read.

damian’s head is a MESS. don’t get me wrong, the guy is a little genius, but imagine the chaos of languages he has -- arab, english, chinese, i’m a hundred percent he knows russian, urdu is nanda parbat’s official language...

because of this (^^) he just sometimes shuts down and stays silent. he can’t even think.

he loves all animals but he can’t handle insects. jason found out, and damian bribed him with a collectors special edition of classical books. nobody must know his weaknesses.

he writes in cursive, i have no clues but also no doubts.

words are difficult for him, that’s why he talks the way he does -- so professionally, like he is from another age.

can stand tim (in small amounts) but no longer they will always have an intellectual rivalry -- it’s probably more from damian’s side rather than tim’s.

he still feels like he has to hide that he looks up to dick.

damian searched what fanfiction was. he’s scarred for life now.

he’s straight up bored of paparazzi. he’ll go lady gaga on their ass and stare at the ones that are hidden in a bush trying to take pictures of him in secret.

also he will go full cole sprouse on the people trying to take pictures on him while he’s walking through gotham (this means he will snap pictures of the civilians before they snap a picture of him. camera duels, that’s the name)

listens to A LOT of music. everything his siblings listen to, he does too. classical music is his favorite, however. (also enjoys jazz).

taking care of his animals and his duties as robin are his favorite activities.

doesn’t understand social media, but still uses it. he’s too stubborn to admit he’s bad handling that.

too lazy to figure out how to cook, but if he tried in the slightest, he would be an amazing cook.

damian is an incredibly fast learner. it amazes the fuck out of bruce how many new things he can learn in just one day.

he grows to be an actually very kind person, but his snarky remarks and dry humor never disappears.

likes the addams family. what a surprise.

doesn’t get horror/slasher movies. he keeps getting bored and doesn’t react to the jumpscares. jason says he is dead inside, which everyone agreed on.

they don’t know (^^) that damian is making a superhuman effort to not kick someone when the jumpscares occur because this little guy has his senses to the maximum all the time.

can’t be bothered unless someone is being ignorant or trashing about his family. he’s the only one that trashes about his family >:(

texts like a grandpa but at least he knoews what’s happening (most of the times)

like jason, damian has been kicked out of the wayne family chat numerous times.

has an elderly person soul except for when he’s fighting. then he’s a vicious little shit-

plays piano. no, i will not elaborate.

will correct your grammar in a condescending tone of voice.

“don’t patronaze me.” @ everyone.

has general knowledge about a shit ton of things. and since he doesn’t know how to properly socialize (canon) will spill those facts in order to start a conversation during galas.

has threatened the police -- 10/10 will do it again.

damian couldn’t care less about gossip but since he’s a good listener he always ends up knowing the tea about E V E R Y T H I N G.

cocky bastard. that’s it, that’s all i’m saying.

he has no idea how to handle compliments. it still makes him freeze whenever someone says he’s cute or has pretty eyes.

“no.” (damian’s answer every time someone calls him cute).

believes in soulmates and in love at first sight, not as a superficial concept but as a ‘i’m clicking and mystically attracted to this person rewardless of their looks’.

reads A LOT.

never as much as jason, and also he doesn’t just read like narrative books -- he reads those thick books about how to do things, biographys, and studies about subjects he randomly knows about.

barely sleeps, if he ever does.

sleep is for the weak™

(^^) proceeds to randomly fall asleep during patrols or family dinners.

acts like a brat but he actually isn’t -- it’s so complicated to explain, i hope someone just gets it.

at 17 he’s taller than dick and almost as tall as jason. suck it, @ everyone who mocked his height.

jon kent is his Best Friend™

(^^) damian told me himself.

he’s very handsome (canon lolz)

no but like, i mean, he will actually be one of those men you think ‘good fucking lord, he’s handsome’

damian thinks selina is cool.

has a lot of anger and frustration inside. it calms him down knowing jason also has problems like those because it makes him feel more... normal.

because normal is something damian would have liked to feel if he hadn’t been conceived to be perfect.

he would love six of crows -- would really like kaz brekker.

secretly enjoys the ya genre, will never admit it out loud.

#damian wayne #damian wayne headcanons #damian wayne headcanon #batfam #jon kent #!!!!#batfamily #damian wayne fic #robin #fifth robin #fourth robin #ask me for a part 2 #im begging

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mangoisms · 10 months

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i'll be the dangerous ledge (you be the parachute)

━ chapter eleven: atlas: heart | read chapter ten

━ pairing: tim drake x f!reader

━ word count: 5k

━ warnings: none

━ masterlist

━ a/n: this is the final chapter! thank you guys for reading <3

In the morning, you feel a little bit better.

Still shaky, still weak, the back of your head achy and sensitive with the knot there, but better.

Probably because Tim is there.

Curled around you, breathing slow and deep in his sleep. Relaxed, not weary from the weight of the world for once. Once again, you find yourself thinking you’ll do anything you can to carve out this space for him. Anything.

You two get up eventually, though.

You have questions, questions about the men, about whether anyone else found out you’d been kidnapped.

To your relief, you find that no, the news did not make it to anyone other than him and the Bats. The men who kidnapped you had preexisting charges, too, so they were taken away.

It makes sense, you learn. All the times Tim or anyone else got kidnapped for ransom, only occasionally did the news break to the public. But most of the time, no. Because by kidnapping anyone in the family… well, you learn, for one, they’re all vigilantes, and two, it cuts out the middleman because the kidnappers are trying to ransom money from the Waynes, not knowing that the Waynes are, well, vigilantes, so the chances of them getting that money are astoundingly low and the chances of them getting found out by Batman and the others are exponentially higher.

For the most part.

Depending on the skill level.

Your kidnappers, like Tim said, were stupid about it. Risky. They did it in the daytime and they did it in a fairly public area. You learn that Oracle, not another vigilante but a helping hand to them nonetheless, was able to find the CCTV footage of the moment it happened and track everything else.

You ask if you can send her a fruit basket or something in thanks. He says you don’t have to. You disagree, quite frankly.

He (and the others) may be used to it but the fact remains — Oracle is one of the main reasons you are curled up under your blankets with your boyfriend’s arms around you. He knows you appreciate what she did and you want to make sure she knows, too.

Sensing you refuse to budge on this, faintly amused, he agrees.

You sadly lost your phone, too, but that can be replaced. Your stuff from the school and the bike was taken care of as well.

So, really, nothing has changed in the outside world.

You are glad. You wrestled with it a bit, but… you don’t think you can tell your family about this. Not unless you wanted them to freak the hell out. Tim doesn’t have much of an opinion on it. Just says he’ll support whatever you do.

But you think telling them will reset all the progress you’ve made, for as little as it seems.

You’ll recover from this, physically, and he says he can get you connected to a therapist who you can be honest with. Someone local he and the others know, or someone employed to the Titans or to the League.

That’s enough.

Of course, it’s only the first day, so who really knows, but right now, you don’t want to tell them.

There is, obviously, the other thing you’ve learned.

That is, that Bruce Wayne is Batman, Damian Wayne is Robin, Cassandra Wayne is Black Bat, Duke Thomas is Signal, and Stephanie Brown is Spoiler. Oh, and Dick Grayson is Nightwing.

It’s the kind of thing that seems hilarious, the thought of it, that is. Like if you’re conspiring on their identities, it’s a joke to say Bruce Wayne is Batman.

Then you think about it a little longer, piecing in the knowledge you’ve gleaned about them from Tim and, oh, yeah, that… that kind of makes a lot of sense.

It just takes billionaire eccentricity to a whole other level.

But it’s not that easy, isn’t it? Why Bruce Wayne does what he does? The thing that turned Park Row, a previously ‘nice’ neighborhood into one riddled with crime?

The death of his parents. At the shy age of eight-years-old.

It’s… certainly a way to handle your grief.

You stew about it in the shower. Then after, when Tim is showering. You’re curled up on the couch, Ice Age: Meltdown playing on your TV. You checked on the boys when you stepped out. Tim said he fed them when you two got back last night. You feed them again, their breakfast this time. Then you sit down and try to compartmentalize everything you just learned.

Hopefully you’ll have it handled by the time you meet them.

Almost as if on cue, someone knocks on your door.

You jump at the sound, staring at it, your heart starting to pound faster and faster and faster because you are not expecting anyone and neither is he but what do you have to panic about it’s not like potential kidnappers or killers are going to knock on your door —

You hear your name. “It’s Steph! Don’t worry, Cass and Duke are with me, too! We’ll be quick, promise!”

Relaxing and shoving away other anxious thoughts about whether you’re being tricked, you stand, hesitantly opening the door.

Attackers do not ambush you.

Instead, you get three apologetic smiles.

Steph lifts two heavy-looking reusable grocery bags. “I come bearing gifts?”

You give her a small smile. “Thanks. Come on in. Just, if you don’t mind, take your shoes off.”

They agree easily, shuffling in one by one.

Duke is the tallest of them, lean and muscled, with dark brown skin and short black hair and warm dark brown eyes. Cass is the second tallest, lean and muscled, too, with short black hair, pale skin, and dark eyes.

Duke extends a hand, shooting you a small smile. “You already heard but I’m Duke. It’s nice to finally meet you. Though the circumstances could probably be better…”

“It’s alright. It’s nice to finally meet you guys, too,” you say, shaking his hand. His hands are calloused in a similar way to Tim’s and when you shake Cassandra’s next — Cass, she tells you, gently but firmly — hers are the same, too. You imagine if you felt Steph’s, they’d be like that as well.

The one in question drops the bags onto the small table in the kitchen. “This is all from Alfred. Meal prepped, so it can just go in the freezer and be taken out when you want it. Have you eaten?”

“Ah, no…” You don’t have much of an appetite.

“That’s okay,” she says easily. “Maybe in a little while. Do you mind if I put it away?”

“Not at all. Thank you. Please tell Alfred I said thanks, too.”

“We’ll pass on the message,” Duke promises.

You sit back down on the couch and gesture for him and Cass to do the same if they’d like. In the kitchen, Steph hums under her breath, moving gracefully as she puts things away. She’ll have to play Tetris with the contents of your unfortunately small freezer.

“We just wanted to come by and introduce ourselves,” Duke says after a moment. “I have class in a little while, at two. But until then —”

“I’ll be here,” Cass says, nodding. “In the area. The danger is gone but…”

“Can’t be too safe,” Duke finishes.

You frown. “Am I… gonna have to move?”

“Maybe,” Cass says. “Maybe not. We’ll have to see. We’ll watch around here for a while.”

“If things seem good, most likely not. If not…” Duke trails off and you understand.

Yes, you would have to move.

“Would Tim have to as well?”

Amusement flickers over Cass’s face. “Probably not. But he’ll do it, anyway. Just to stay with you.”

“And it would be safer, too,” Duke adds. “He’s your first line of defense, so to speak. We’re more of the preventives.”

You snort. Something about it is funny to you.

Duke glances around and his eyes land on your tank. “Oh, hey, he mentioned you had pets.”

“Hermit crabs,” Cass says, looking, too, curious.

“Take a look if you’d like.”

They do, bending to peer inside.

“Wow,” Duke says, appearing fascinated. Cass looks the same. “What are their names?”

You get up. Steph, somehow managing to fit everything in the freezer, joins you, shooting you a smile as all of you come around the tank.

You point out each of them, giving their names. “Manny, Diego, and Sid.”

Duke’s smile turns incredulous. “Wait, are those —”

Steph cackles. “From Ice Age?”

Your cheeks warm and you shrug, smiling, simply gesturing at the TV where the second movie is still playing very lowly.

Cass’s eyebrows furrow. Duke catches it.

“Cassie, don’t tell me you haven’t seen Ice Age.”

“It was never on the list.”

You can’t help yourself. “Have you seen Mamma Mia?”

“Great movie,” Steph says emphatically, Duke nodding in agreement.

“I just saw it,” Cass tells you. “Tim told me to watch it.”

Steph grins. “I wonder why…”

She and Duke grin pointedly at you. Cass snorts.

You just flush, laughing nervously. “He liked it enough. I’m not sure it’s ‘cause of me entirely…”

“No, it is,” Cass says in a matter-of-fact way that you don’t know how to deal with.

In the bathroom, the shower shuts off. Tim’ll be out soon.

Steph waves you back to the couch. You go gladly, limbs still shaky and weak. She drags over a chair from the table, while Duke and Cass take one side of the couch and you curl up on the other.

“It’s true,” she says, bringing a leg underneath her. Her socks are mismatched. So are Duke’s. Cass’s, matching, have the Batman symbol patterned on them.

“He was pretty concerned,” Duke says lightly. “Last night.”

Cass makes a noise of agreement.

Steph huffs a laugh. “Well, not just concerned. More than a little pissed off, too.”

You pause. The fuzzy memory of last night, when he came in, plays in your head.

You wonder… No. Do you want to know that?

“What is it?” Cass asks, head tilted, dark eyes on your face.

“How many… how many guys were there?”

“A fair few outside,” Duke says, glancing at the others. “But inside with you? Five of ‘em.”

“And…”

“It was just him,” Cass informs you, already knowing your next question. “He ran in before any of us could.”

“Totally ignored our basic safety protocols,” Duke interjects. “Most likely this one’s influence.” He jabs a thumb at Cass, who simply smiles and shrugs.

“All we had to do was make sure he didn’t get hit doing it,” she says. “We did. We usually do.”

“Because you like to do the same,” he points out, amused.

“You do it, too.”

“Not as often as you do.”

Another shrug. Another smile. Duke rolls his eyes fondly.

“And all five of those guys are in the hospital,” Steph says next, looking at the TV, almost bored. “In the ICU, I heard. Broken ribs, a few collapsed lungs, shattered bones. He did a number on them. I would, too, if it was my girlfriend in there.”

Duke and Cass look like they agree.

You just nod and murmur your thanks, grabbing the remote and raising the volume.

While the three of them watch the movie, your mind is elsewhere. But before you can get too deep in your thoughts, the bathroom door opens and Tim steps out, hair damp, cheeks flushed, dressed in a new t-shirt and sweats.

“There he is,” Steph says teasingly. Cass waves.

Duke grins over at him. “Running up your girl’s water bill right after she gets kidnapped? That’s just messed up.”

You snort.

Tim grins, too, shrugging. “She owes me.”

You roll your eyes, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him. A weak attempt, since he catches it as he nears you, bending down to kiss your head.

The other three make gagging noises.

He straightens, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling as he wedges himself beside you on the couch. “Alright, children. Thank you.”

You laugh and he smiles, tugging you closer.

The other thing bothers you a bit, but you push it away as Steph teasingly asks him how he’s going to make up for your missed first date and he tells her to mind her own business.

You can think about the fact that Tim put five men in the ICU for you later.

Much later.

For now, you’re just… honestly happy to be alive.

Your rescheduled date comes two weeks later.

There is no rush. Mostly because you are… tetchy about going outside. About walking around.

After all, you had been unceremoniously snatched while walking outside. There is little anyone, even Tim, can do to alleviate that fear, short of teaching you to fight. Not self-defense, but actual hand-to-hand combat skills.

For you, it’s too much too soon.

Maybe later, you can revisit the issue.

But for now, you slowly get acclimated to it. Tim helps. What with being a vigilante and all. The others hang around, too.

It’s not always going to be like that, though, and you know that. You’ll handle that, however, another time.

For now, two weeks later on a Saturday, you and Tim have your first date.

It helps take your mind off things. Injects a certain normalcy as you fret about what to wear, what to do, the bundle of nerves in your belly refusing to go away even though you’ve faced far worse circumstances.

But it’s that fact that you are worrying — nervous — over something normal that helps.

And of course, you have nothing to be truly nervous about.

Tim’s initial plans were dinner and a trip to the botanical gardens. He asks if you want to change them.

You don’t.

For one, like you said, it won’t always be like this. It can’t.

If there is anyone you want to cross that bridge with, it’s him.

So, that’s what you do.

He brings his camera and snaps pictures of the blooming flowers and thriving trees. He sneaks a few of you, too, despite your embarrassment at it, but you get him back when he lets you steal it from him and take some pictures of him, too (and make him promise not to delete them or critique your photography skills).

But the highlight of it is the white flowering dogwood tree, white flowers in full bloom, healthy and beautiful, where you stand beneath it and share a kiss and think to yourself that you want this, him, forever.

The revelation follows you to dessert. Compounded, actually, by the thoughts that have niggled at you for the past two weeks, about what he did at the warehouse (that’s where you were found, you learn; you didn’t ask that for a while, it never occurred to you, honestly).

“You look like you have something on your mind,” he says, scooping mint chocolate chip ice cream into his mouth.

The two of you hang out on the patio outside the ice cream place, in a corner away from the others, leaning against the brick of the building. The sun has already set but he told you that Cass — Black Bat — was just a block away, hanging out.

You swirl your melting chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. Mid-June weather calls for brutal heat and humidity. That’s why you two did this later in the day, to avoid the brunt of it.

“The others told me what happened,” you say hesitantly.

Tim blinks, confused. “About?”

“Sorry. The, um, warehouse. The… guys.”

That you put all five of them in the ICU.

He composes his expression carefully. Not a blank mask but just as good as one.

“I see.”

Quiet for a moment. He shifts, tossing his cup and spoon into the trash several feet away. They both make it in perfectly.

He leans back on the wall, like you, hands tucked into his pockets. A slow breeze ruffles his dark hair. The light from inside the parlor casts shadows over his face. Cornflower blue eyes are intent on your face.

You easily guess what he must be thinking and in the next second, when he speaks, you know you are right.

“Do I scare you?”

You can’t help it.

You scoff.

He tilts his head and you turn away, finishing your ice cream, then going over to the trash to toss it. You aren’t him. You couldn’t make that throw. When you were in high school, maybe, but your softball skills are basic these days. Enough for a game of catch. When you finally played a match of tennis with him, you were pitifully bad at it.

Tim, you are starting to realize, is also pitifully bad at realizing how much you love him.

But you can’t blame him for that. Not with the life he has had.

Tim is frowning as you return to him, leaning your shoulder against the wall with a sigh.

“You don’t scare me, Timmy,” you say quietly. “Nothing about you scares me. I’ve been thinking about it ever since and… I know you’ve scaled it back. I know that. But you’ll always have a responsibility to Gotham. I accept that. I do.”

“But?”

You shrug and smile. “But despite that, the truth is, I’m jealous. Not in a way that I want you to put a complete stop to it, because I don’t. I know this city will need you sometimes. I know the others will need you sometimes. I know that. But I still feel what I feel and believe me, you haven’t made me feel second best or anything, I just… I guess in some horrible roundabout way, the fact that you put all five of those guys in the ICU helps it. A little bit.”

A lot.

You shouldn’t let yourself think this way, because it was horribly, horribly violent, but… you are selfish and it means something to you, what he did.

What he would do for you.

He understands, then, in an instant.

Tim straightens from the wall, reaching for you, hands cupping your cheeks. His gaze is a shade darker. Your stomach flutters.

He brings you close, nose brushing yours, lips only a scant few inches apart. He whispers your name in a way that has your knees weak.

“If you want a list of things I would do for you, just ask. Because that was just the tip of it. Whatever you want me to do, it’s yours and I would do what I did that day a thousand times over with double — triple — the men. I don’t care.”

Maybe it should scare you.

Maybe it should disgust you.

Maybe you aren’t as good a person as you like to think you are.

You don’t care.

All you know is that the thought pleases you. All you know is… you would do the same for him.

And you know he knows by the way he kisses you, slow but wanting in a way that has heat searing up your spine, in a way that is decidedly not appropriate for this public space you two are in.

“I love you,” you breathe against his lips.

Tim kisses you harder, taking the breath in your lungs, until it burns, but you don’t care, because he doesn’t ever ask for much and if that’s what he wants, then he can have it.

He pulls away in the next second, clearly restraining himself, forehead leaned against yours.

“I love you,” he says and it’s not just a declaration of feelings, it’s a promise, it’s a vow.

It’s one you whole-heartedly believe in.

“You’re kidding, right?”

The red that settles high in Tim’s cheeks tells you he is very much not kidding.

“Timmy.”

“It seemed like a good idea at the time, okay!”

You can’t help the laughter that rises out of you, even in spite of the embarrassed groan he lets out, burying his face in his hands.

Your breakfast plates sit stacked to the side. Crepes, courtesy of you. Only the best for the birthday boy, after all.

In between you, the unwrapped figurine of the duck you made, accompanied with what you’re sure will be a core memory of Tim, thoroughly embarrassed, telling you how he once went by ‘Drake.’

No, really.

Drake.

There, you suppose, is the true story behind the few times Steph called him Duckboy. You just thought it was his last name but no. It’s not just that.

You laugh for a little while at that.

He gets fed up eventually, dragging your chair closer to his and unceremoniously lifting you into his lap, grumbling all the while as he presses his face to your shoulder.

You press your nose to his hair, trying to hold in your giggles.

“I’m sorry, it’s just… my god, Tim. Maybe I should change your contact name to Duckie.”

“If you do that, I will never talk to you again.”

“Liar.”

“You stink.”

“I love you.”

He sighs and you can hear a smile. “Unfortunately, I love you, too.”

“Alright,” you say, clearing your throat, throwing an arm around his shoulders and squeezing. “Come on. There’s one more.”

“Is it also going to embarrass me?”

“I don’t imagine you have any embarrassing stories connected to this one. Unless you do. I don’t know. You’re not exactly a normal boyfriend.”

“Alright, alright,” he says, pretending to be put out, lifting his head and reaching for the final box. Bigger, this time.

You help him, since he refuses to pull his arm from around your waist.

Opening the flaps, just one piece of wrapping paper lays over the top, with more stuffed around the sides. He pulls it away, eyebrows furrowing as he leans forward to get a look inside.

You hold the box steady while he pulls it out; you try to calm your racing heart, nerves rearing their head once more as you gauge his reaction.

It seemed like a good idea at the time. All his grouching about imperfections while making your mug. The one you are currently using, last dregs of OJ still in there, sitting near your plates. Its iridescent glaze winks at you from the light above.

But perfection isn’t everything.

That’s what inspired you here.

The pearly blue glaze, the closest approximation that you got to the color of his eyes, gleams under the light. Along with it, the gold that spiders through the surface.

“This is…”

“Kintsugi. It’s not completely authentic, since I broke it on purpose, but I don’t know. I thought it was close enough to the real thing.”

The awed look on his face makes your chest squeeze. Even more so when he pulls his arm from your waist to grasp the mug with both hands, fingers smoothing over the surface.

He murmurs your name, eyes meeting yours, the warmth there making your breath catch.

“I guess you don’t hate it?” you try to joke, mostly to cover for yourself.

He sets it down carefully. Too carefully. You’ll have to tell him it’s as durable as yours. No need to be gentle. After all, if it does accidentally break, well, then you’d have some authentic kintsugi to show for.

“I love it,” he tells you earnestly, arms sliding around you. “Thank you, honey.”

Ooh. Double-whammy. You kiss him just to try and regain your composure. A girl can only take so much love.

(And by the way he smiles against your lips, you know he can tell.)

An indeterminate amount of time later

“No running, boys! Be careful!”

“Sorry!” come the excited voices of the boys, no doubt already halfway down the hall and doing exactly what you told them not to do.

The rest of your kids file out in a much more calm fashion under your careful eye.

Well, you don’t blame them. It is Halloween after all. Gotham is only safe enough for it during the day and with it being fall, the days grow shorter and shorter. Not much time left to trick-or-treat.

You bid goodbye to your ninth period, telling them to be safe. They respond affirmatively.

You easily notice Riley lingering behind. She’s dressed as a ladybug.

You send her a smile as the last kids step out, halls now bursting at the seams with costumed kids, all of them vying to get out and get home.

“What’s up, kiddo?”

She seems a tad embarrassed about something as she digs through her Spoiler themed backpack. It was the first thing you ever spoke to her about — second week of school, most of your kids had warmed up to you but she remained quiet, though you knew from her assignments she had a lot to say. You complimented it at the end of class and that warmed her up to you pretty quickly.

This is your first batch of kids on your own after the previous seventh grade social studies teacher retired. You were a little scared. Seventh graders aren’t as easy to sway as six graders, but at the same time, they aren’t quite as impenetrable as the eighth graders can be. And by now, by the end of October, you love your kids dearly and you think they love you, too.

(Though they annoy the hell out of you sometimes.)

“Parker wanted me to give you this.”

“Oh?”

She hands you a folded piece of thick orange cardstock.

Opening it, you can’t stop the big smile that spreads across your lips.

It’s you, to be sure, with Red Robin. Drawn with all the fine motor skills of a four-year-old but no less of a treasure to you.

You remember little Parker easily.

Teacher-student conferences were last week. Riley had come accompanied with her father and little brother, four-year-old Parker who was particularly cranky that day. You had managed to turn his mood around by engaging him in conversation about the Batman symbol on his t-shirt. Only after gauging his father’s reaction, of course. Some parents are disapproving of it and would not like the thought of their kids’ teacher being approving of them.

Even if the Bats are technically recognized figures. After all, Batman was one of the founders of the Justice League. It didn’t get more official than that, did it?

In any case, while ascertaining that Batman was his favorite of them, you easily divulged that while Batman is very cool, you prefer Red Robin yourself. He took that to heart. What a cute kid.

“This is great, Riley.”

She shrugs, scuffing a shoe on the tiled floor. “I think he’s got a crush on you. I tried to tell him you were married but he was not having it.”

You carefully set the drawing on your desk, then send her a conspiratorial wink. “Mr. D won’t mind, I promise.”

She laughs.

“Tell Parker I said thank you very much. It’ll go up on the fridge as soon as I get home.”

“Sure thing, Mrs. D. Thanks for putting up with him last week.”

“No thanks necessary. Get home safe, okay?”

“I will. Bye.” She waves, then steps out, joining the last trickle of students in the hall.

Smiling, you tuck the drawing into your binder of assignments to be graded tonight, then start packing up. Much like the kids want to get home and get their trick-or-treating out of the way before the sun sets, you, too, would like to be in the safety of your shared apartment with your husband before it gets dark.

Half an hour later, you are there, unlocking the door and stepping in. Dinner is already cooking, by the savory smell that hits you, along with a few pangs of hunger.

Tim is closer to you, though, at the washer and dryer next to the storage closet. He tosses a smile over his shoulder as he dumps clothes into the washer.

“Hey, honey. How was your day?”

“Excellent. I know you and the others usually have your work cut out for you on Halloween but today was great for me. I even got a gift,” you say, shucking off your flats, then bending down to pull out your binder from your bag.

Orange cardstock in hand, you pad over to him as he sets aside the laundry basket, reaching for the container of pods. Your arms slide around his waist as he tosses one in, shuts the lid, and starts the cycle.

The washer and dryer were wedding gifts from Dick, who found your story of how you met far too hilarious. The apartment — penthouse, really — was from Bruce. Paid off in full, furnished, along with the most expensive security system known to man. Seriously, like some Justice League level shit; like, actually Justice League, specialized security systems designed by them for members and for friends of the members (which is Bruce here; Tim could have a place in the League but he is too loyal to the Titans).

He once told you the names of the tech protecting you — Thanagarian, Martian, Apokoliptan, and Kryptonian — and you only recognized half of those. That doesn’t include the other more unnerving kinds of security protocols Bruce and Tim came up with.

But the security isn’t all that. The apartment is also only a mile from the school.

You drive there now these days, though. Just to be safe.

You pass him the cardstock. “Remember Parker from the conferences last week? I got this today from Riley after school.”

Tim lets out a delighted laugh as he sees the drawing. “Well, that just has to go on the fridge.”

“We’re in agreement there, Mr. Drake.”

He turns around, arms sliding around you, too, raising an eyebrow as you smile mischievously.

“I was also told that he has a crush on me.”

He sniffs. “Well, he can get in line.”

You sputter a laugh, partially ruining the kiss as he leans down but he just smiles, too.

“Though, from where I stand, I have much better prospects.”

“Oh, really?”

“Really, Mrs. Drake.”

And that speaks for itself, doesn’t it?

reblogs are appreciated!

#tim drake x reader #red robin x reader #dc comics imagine #tim drake imagine #red robin imagine #tim drake x you #tim drake x y/n #red robin x y/n #red robin x you #dc comics x reader

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randomprose · 6 months

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"You're more important than god." "You paid attention." "To you? Always."

anyway, that marvelous mrs. maisel scene (s04e08) where bruce tells midge she’s more important than god but make it satosugu.

now posted on ao3!

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Satoru is monologuing again.

It’s not something new. Satoru ha sthe inane talent to talk for hours on end when left to it—of which Shoko and Suguru often lets him otherwise…they think he’ll burst? To this day they haven’t really thought about interrupting him. Mostly because they realize early on it’s futile but also because…it would just require too much effort to engage and most of the time they’re exhausted from all the shit Jujutsu Tech makes them do.

The monologues are usually of the mundane. Often word vomits and infodumps of things Satoru has fallen into a rabbit hole (the history of fastfood, the mating practices of otters, the statistical probability of getting killed by lightning, the rise and fall of cults, and the list goes on and on — last week, it was about genetic mutation and “Suguru, did you know that humans share about 50% of our genes with plants—”) or petty complaints about school, the mission, or how the corner store stopped carrying his favorite flavor of Hi-Chew.

But sometimes the monologues get deep, more academic, and less fun facts-y. It’s usually after a long solo mission. Satoru’s monologues gets philosophical, getting more on more political lately, little existentialistic, rarely nihilistic — those are Suguru’s favorite actually, something about Satoru spitting cynicism just tickles Suguru because it directly contradicts Satoru’s actions and he doesn’t realize it. Or he does and he just wants to run his mouth. Still, it’s honestly hilarious to Suguru.

Today, it’s about the existence of god and whether or not they are real or man-made and—

“—do you think there really is a god, Suguru? Like just one to rule all? Or are there gods, plural, and factions of people are just stupidly insisting their god is the right god and do you think—”

Suguru, bone-deep exhausted from his own long solo mission and immediately jumping back to teaching his students and also tending to Nanako and Mimiko, is just humming along until something Satoru says catches his attention (something about gods and mortals and “...isn’t being a sorcerer kind of like being a god? If I’m the strongest then I’m—”) and annoys him more than the rest of his drivel does.

“You’re not a god,” Suguru says, annoyed, and Satoru immediately looks like he’s got a retort to that (of course he does, he always does) but then Suguru’s face shifts into something fond, eyes gentle and soft (always so soft when he’s looking at Satoru), and in a tone wholly reverent he says, “You are more important than god.”

“You—” Satoru chokes, entirely unsure how to respond and completely caught off guard at being on the receiving end of such tenderness. “Suguru, you…you paid attention.”

“To you?” The question comes out in a huff, a tiny laugh like Suguru finds Satoru’s surprise ridiculous because the answer is so obvious, it’s a no-brainer. As if there’s anyone else Suguru pays all his attention to. “Always.”

Satoru, speechless once again, feels heat creep up his spine, his neck, his ears, and—oh, shit. He has to say something before it reaches his cheeks—ah, too late! Suguru’s already laughing, teasing him about being embarassed as he pokes Satoru’s pink and very hot cheeks. Why couldn’t Infinite’s shield be opaque?

“Shut the fuck up! I’m not embarassed! It’s just hot here.”

“It’s autumn, Satoru.”

“Whatever! It’s hot with you all over me like this—I mean! You’re hot—! I mean—Shut up! Get off me!”

Suguru laughs but doesn’t let go of him and Satoru lets him because what else is he supposed to do? Suguru has an arm over his shoulder pressing him to his side in an almost possessive hold that he does not mind in the slightest.

In this angle, Satoru is free to look at Suguru’s delighted face. He’s still got black circles under his eyes but they’re not as deep or dark as they were compared to the past couple of months. Suguru still looks a little gaunt and his cheeks still looks a bit hollow but nothing Satoru couldn’t fix with his slowly but surely improving cooking skills. He gets lost counting the crinkles in Suguru’s eyes, still shut close as he’s laughing, and the dimples in his cheeks, and Satoru thinks he’ll gladly suffer any humiliation at his expense if it means Suguru can keep laughing so freely.

And what did Suguru say about Satoru not paying attention to him?

“You’re wrong, you know,” Satoru says as Suguru’s laughter dies down. “I do pay attention to you. All the time.”

Getou Suguru has held Gojo Satoru’s attention since their first meeting in Jujutsu Tech’s first year classroom.

“No, you don’t.”

“Haaah?” How dare him? What does Satoru have to do, to say, to get it into his thick skull? How can Suguru not know that he basically occupies Satoru’s every waking thought. “Say that again you—”

“You don’t.” Suguru’s tone is light but firm, and it’s not an accusation, but Satoru hears it as one because he’s still guilty about that summer before their third year. He’ll probably be guilty about it forever. “Not the way I do to you.”

It’s not an accusation, but Satoru hears it as if it is and wishes that Suguru will mean it like it is.

Lost in his soul crushing guilt and remorse, it completely goes over his head that this is, for all intents and purposes, a confession.

“After all, how can someone expect to hold the attention of someone more important than god?”

Satoru hates that Suguru sounds like he thinks his devotion is a one-sided thing. Shouldn’t he know better by now?

“I should already consider myself to be so luck as to even get a modicum of the great Gojo Satoru’s time.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Satoru mumbles in response because he’s eloquent like that. He sags against him, lets his whole weight slump against Suguru’s and revels at the feeling of his strong built. He remembers a time when Suguru felt too brittle to even touch. Satoru turns to rest his chin on top of a bony shoulder. “You’re wrong, you know? You’re so wrong you don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t I?”

Suguru’s head is turned to him. If he angles just right and lifts himself a little he could easily kiss him. Satoru wants to kiss him so badly.

“You really don’t.”

Suguru just hums in that way of his that means his indulging Satoru. Always indulging Satoru

“But that’s okay, you know? That you don’t pay attention to me as much as I do you.”

‘No, it’s not,’ Satoru thinks and resolves to remedy that immediately, mind already whirring thinking up of over a hundred thousand ways to prove to Suguru how wrong he is. Satoru likes being right after all, especially when it’s against Suguru.

And then Suguru hits him with—

“That just means I get to look at you more without you being annoyingly smug about it,” Suguru finishes with that stupidly devastating pretty boy smile of his. He’s so, so pretty Satoru wants to fucking die.

“That’s—” Satoru clears his throat and narrows his eyes into a glare. He refuses to be rendered speechless by this oblivious fool once more in just a span of roughly ten minutes. “Skill-issue. It’s not my fault you get shy and can’t handle me in all my dazzling glory, but do feel free to indulge.” He lets out a put-upon sigh. “I promise to not be too smug about it when I catch you looking I guess.”

“Why, thank you, oh gracious honored one.”

The problem with Suguru, much to Satoru’s eternal chagrin, is that he doesn’t know that he can look at him wherever, whenever, and Satoru honestly wouldn't ever mind. Not even the slightest. And of course he’d be smug about it, but Suguru should know he shouldn’t be deterred by that! What was he supposed to do? Not bask in the warm glow of Suguru’s attention? When he’s fussing and fretting over him, does he expect Satoru to bat him away and tell him to stop?

“You know I’m just thinking aloud, right?” Satoru says after awhile of just sitting together. “As in, I’m just making conversations. I don’t actually think I’m more important than god, or any god for that matter, you know.”

“To me you are,” Suguru responds without missing a beat.

Fuck him. Truly. He’s just full of lines today, huh? Satoru expected him to respond in jest. Something along the lines of ‘Oh? So, what? You were just talking out of your ass?’ and then they’ll return to ribbing each other because Satoru knows how to reply to that. It’s easy, it’s routine, it’s what they do. But Suguru today seems hell bent on making Satoru’s heart jump out of his chest because what was he even supposed to say to that? When someone tells you that you’re more important than god to them, what do you even say? Does anyone know?!

“I—Shit. Wait. Let me just—” Satoru turns his head the other way and tries to pull away to try and collect his thoughts but Suguru’s arm around his waist won’t let him. “Fucking hell, man. What was that all about?”

Fuck. Shit. Whose idea was it for them to sit outside in the field? And why is it so damn hot suddenly? It’s fucking autumn and it looked like it was going to rain when they first sat. Suguru’s heavy arm around him and the way he’s closing in is definitely not helping.

“What was what?”

“That!” Indignation is clear and high in Satoru’s voice and no he did not keen when Suguru pulls him back to his side and bends down to peer at Satoru’s now clearly red face. “Will you stop it!”

“Stop what?”

“Being all smooth and shit!”

“You think I’m being smooth?”

Suguru smirks, all boyish charm and—oh, mmm, fuck. Satoru thinks his heart just skipped a beat. Godfucking damn him.

“Stop fucking with me, Suguru.” Satoryu lets his glasses slip down his nose to level Suguru with a glare. “I mean it.”

“Are you kidding?” Sugura laughs—the damn fucker laughs! “Why would I stop when that’s all I’ve been wanting to do since we first met!”

His words don’t sink in at first and Satoru’s first reaction was anger as he tries to get away from Suguru’s hold for real this time.

“Hah? You trying to pick a fight now? What the fu—”

But Suguru just keeps him in place, waits for the moment his words finally register, and watches as Satoru’s brain short circuit in real time.

“Wait. What do you—Are you—?”

“I’m not trying to be smooth, Satoru.” The hand on his waist feels like a vice grip and Satoru swallows the embarrassing sound he nearly lets out when Suguru’s grip tightens. “I meant every word I said.”

“What the—Are you saying you—me?” Suguru is being so intense right now, it’s messing all of Satoru’s higher brain capacities. He’s in so much disbelief he can’t even say the word. “You—me?”

“Yes. Me. You. You and me. Us.” Suguru rolls his eyes and his voice is exasperated but fond. Always so fond when it comes to Satoru. “What part of me saying you’re more important to me than god did you not understand?”

“I—” Satoru looks down at his hands. He feels his glasses slipping further but it doesn’t cross his mind to push it back up. Suguru’s words are ringing in his head, and like the first time he said it, he still doesn’t know what to say to that. He says this as much. “I…I really don’t know what to say to that.”

“You don’t have to say anything.”

“I feel like I should though. Say something. Or…or like…do something.”

“Well, since you don’t know what to say, what do you want to do then?”

Satoru looks up—at Suguru’s boyishly handsome face, his gentle eyes patiently waiting for Satoru’s next move, at his lips that are just…there, arched in a soft smile, wry and quirked up unevenly just a little to the right, and knows immediately what he wants to do.

“This.”

And he leans in for a kiss.

He could feel Suguru smiling against his lips. Warm and soft and sweet because he’s been using the lip balm Satoru had bought for the twins in one of his trips but they said they didn’t like the flavor (who doesn’t like coconut? Suguru is not raising does kids right—). And it’s like Suguru just feels he’s thinking of something else because he licks at the seam of Satoru’s lips, bringing up a hand up to cup at his cheek. Satoru opens up easily and his tongue immediately tastes coffee, mint, and tobacco—a flavor profile distinctly Suguru—and he knows that Suguru is tasting the watermelon lollipop he’s just been sucking on earlier.

Ever the one with better self-control, Suguru is the one who pulls away first, but he makes up for it by planting one, two, three chaste kisses on Satoru to chase away his pouting.

“Ah, good response. Perfect even. A+ overall. Ten over ten.”

“Oh, shut up.” Satoru drops his forehead on Suguru’s shoulder, hits him weakly on the chest, and smiles when he feels his shoulder shake in laughter. “You know you’re important to me too, right? My one and only. I don’t want anyone else but you, Suguru. You’re it for me. I hope you know that.”

“I know.”

“So. Can I kiss you again?” Satoru lifts his head up, hopeful.

“Satoru,” Suguru sighs and Satoru marvels at how his name sounds like something holy coming from his lips. “You don’t ever have to ask.”

edit: now posted on ao3! i did some editing and added some more dialogues at the end hehe

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satosugu #stsg #gojo satoru #geto suguru #writing #i wrote this instead of my thesis

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thwackk · 1 year

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Hi! Sorry to bother you but I saw you were a fellow Clark lover and I feel like you were a great person to ask this question to: In your opinion, what traditions/culture things from Krypton does Clark do in his daily life? Ex, could be a small Kryptonian prayer before eating or a specific holiday, etc Clark in my opinion would do everything he can to keep his heritage alive so I was curious what your take on it was :)

hi!! you’re not bothering me, i take every opportunity i get to run my mouth about clark :) you made my day

first thing’s first, i believe clark has some instincual and natural kryptonian things that he does that he either was told wasn’t normal by his parents, or things that he’s done mostly in private for a majority of his life so therefore he has no idea that it’s not normal.

One thing i headcanon he does is bump his head to other people’s heads as a form of affection like if he likes you he’ll put his forehead on yours. im leaning into the kryptonians are like cats thing, i love that. obviously he doesn’t do this with everyone as to keep up appearances, but he does it with ma and pa and the league. Kyrptonians are a very physically affectionate people

Another thing he can do but doesn’t because it’s definitely NOT human, is clicking (similar to a raven), it’s a sound that comes from deep in his body tho so it’s not super loud and only really noticeable in a quiet room or if you’re sitting right next to him, he can control it for the most part but sometimes it happens without his consent when he’s particularly frustrated abt something.

Uuhmm oh i also like to think everything on earth tastes completely different to him, like pickles are like ghost peppers to him and marshmallows taste like cilantro or somethin. as a baby the jarred baby food always made him pull a face and spit it out and now there’s these two panicked parents completely lost on how and what to feed this alien baby. mashed up raw onions and bell peppers were like candy to him and his parents just had to hope that it wasn’t bad for him. stuff like that. he’s physically repulsed by cheese, all of it. the smell alone makes him want to vomit. (i know this clashes with my headcannon that he’s an amazing cook and makes the best meals, but that’s just a process of following the recipe and knowing how to do it cause ma taught him how, as well as all her special recipes, so to him it’s just a routine.)

i have more somewhere in my head but they’re not comin to me rn. i really gotta draw out my versions of kryptonians because i really do like to lean in to the fact that they are aliens and should look and feel a little more like it yaknow?

okay, traditions and keeping his culture alive stuff let’s see

he wears the traditional kryptonian fits on special kryptonian holidays as well as father’s day. There’s a holiday that celebrates animal companionship (pets basically) and every leaguer agrees that it’s absolutely criminal it’s not a real national holiday on earth. The league celebrates every year.

kryptonian birthday’s work a bit differently, for the entire day your eyes glow and instead of recieving gifts and having a party, the person who’s birthday it was gets an entire day to themselves, no work or anything, they just get to relax and do whatever they want, a birthday was a day of celebration of course with loved ones but the custom applied to work and such, if it was your birthday, you were allowed to do whatever you wanted that day free of charge so long as it wasn’t illegal obviously, this was customary on Krypton because a birthday was considered a very important day, in a different way that’s it’s considered on earth. Bruce does everything in his power to take all work load off of Clark every year after hearing Clark talk abt kryptonian birthday’s once, and Bruce being fully aware of how important keeping krypton alive is to Clark even if it is in small seemingly pointless ways, he does that. Much to Clark’s dismay, Bruce practically forces him to take the day off and offers to pay for literally anything he wants to do that day. Usually Clark just wants to spend time with friends and family.

honestly my brain can’t think of many more or very interesting ones, i’m sure they’re in there but my mind is dead right now, but i hope you enjoy those

#asks #thankyou for the ask!!#i literally love talking about this man so much you don’t understand #clark kent #superman #clark headcanons

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Tim avoids thinking about his 30th birthday until Bruce reminds him that there are only six months to go.

“I know the last year has been difficult for you,” Bruce says quietly, “and I’m sorry to bring it up again…but we really need to find you a mate.”

Tim doesn’t want to think about this.

If Kon were still alive he wouldn’t have to think about this. He’d be happily mated to an alpha he loves, and he be complying with the stupid outdated law that requires omegas to be mated by their 30th birthday.

But Kon is dead and Tim is unmated, and his 30th birthday is in six months. So he does have to think about this.

If he doesn’t, he’ll be auctioned off to the first alpha that wants him, and in a city like Gotham that can only be bad. He’d like at least some say in the alpha he is to spend the rest of his life with.

The problem is, Tim is late to the party. Nearly all the other alphas he’s friends with or likes or respects are mated already. Tim has spent the last year mourning the man he loves - loved - and now he’s too late.

Kon isn’t here to save him.

“I know you won’t like this,” Dick says to Tim gently one afternoon, “but what about B? He’s unmated. He’d do it for you in a heartbeat if you asked. He’ll probably offer anyway if you don’t find someone soon. And I know it’s a little…ew, but it’s worth seriously considering if it’ll keep you from being mated to a stranger. At least you know B and can trust him. He’ll take care of you.”

Dick never had to worry of course. He had a string of alphas lined up to mate with him well before he was 30, and Jason was one of them.

Jason would have been Tim’s second choice after Kon.

Tim resigns himself to the fact that he’s probably going to end up mated to Bruce, and he should probably be grateful because it could be so much worse.

So he’s pleasantly surprised when Damian turns up at the WE offices and makes him an offer one afternoon.

“Father is going to ask you to mate with him before you turn thirty,” Damian tells Tim, green eyes focussed and serious. “But I wanted to offer myself as your alpha, if that’s something you might want to consider.”

Tim can only blink in surprise. “You want to be my alpha?”

“It’s not a matter of want, Drake. I’d want you to be free to choose your own alpha, but that’s not the world we live in.”

It may be the nicest thing Damian has ever said to Tim.

Damian has always behaved older than his years, but that seems particularly true now. He’s no longer the boy that used to taunt and argue with Tim constantly, but a man who’s earned Tim’s respect and is fiercely protective of his family.

“It’s a big offer to make,” Tim says gently. “You’d be giving up your life for me. You would never be able to mate with anyone else. You’re still so young-“

“I’m old enough to know what I’m offering. I’m not a child anymore.” Damian’s voice softens. “I just wanted to give you some sort of choice. It’s a mockery of a choice really, because you should be able to pick any alpha you want, or none at all, at a time of your choosing. But at least you can have some say in it. Me or Father. I won’t be offended if you choose Father, but know that I offer myself willingly and freely, and I will do my best to be a good mate for you.”

Tim can’t even look at him. “You’ll fall in love with the omega of your dreams one day and will hate me forever when you can’t have them.”

Damian snorts. “I already can’t have them. I’ve loved Richard since I was fourteen and I’ve had to watch him be mated to Todd. I’ve lost my beloved and you’ve lost yours. We are united in that at least.”

Tim doesn’t think he’s ever seen this level of vulnerability or openness from Damian before. He really is a man now.

“I guess we are.” Tim smiles tiredly. “Dami…you’re sure? This is huge. And let’s not forget you once described me as utterly repulsive.”

“Lies,” Damian replies softly. “I was a child then. You and I haven’t always seen eye to eye, but we’re pack. Richard may be the most beautiful omega I’ve ever seen, but you also come close.”

Tim laughs at that.

Damian spends perhaps another ten minutes reassuring Tim that he wants to do this before Tim accepts his offer.

“I will protect you,” Damian promises before he leaves, bringing Tim’s hand to his lips to kiss his knuckles.

And for the first time in over a year, Tim realises he’s sat through a whole conversation without thinking about Kon.

#damitim #alpha/omega #timkon #jaydick

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alfredsolos · 1 year

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BATFAMILY HEADCANONS

In most of the batfam fics, there are these stereotypical family dynamics that is assigned to them and it really doesn’t fit the image I have of them in my head. So basically this is my headcanons about them.

Let’s start with Dick. To me he isn’t this angelic parental figure to the other batkids because Bruce is too busy with Batman. I think Dick is someone that -most of the time- has to be the passive agressive force to keep the others in line. He is nice but not stupiditly naive. He knows yelling or getting angry will only make it worse. And frankly he can’t deal with his family’s bullshit 24/7. So what he does is to look calm and patient. He listens to others and tries to make the problem look small and insignificant. Which in the end prevents overreaction. Although most of the time this “tactic” works there are times that even he gets explosive. And in which brings me to my other point. When angry, Dick Grayson is an asshole. Doesn’t matter to whom he’s talking to. He will say things that he’ll regret when he calms down. He doesn’t immediately calm down, so after an hour or two he will go to that person which he blew up to and apologise. Another thing about Dick Grayson is that as I mentioned in the beginning, he isn’t and doesn’t want to be a second parent to his other siblings. He loves them a lot of course but he doesn’t have the time or the mental space to parent them. He will support and look out for them but he knows that it’s not his responsibility so he avoids that most of the time. Also even though Dick is one of the most emotionally open member of his family, to a stranger he looks distanced, dazed. He has this look on his eyes that is calculative and warning. He generally looks like someone that’ll explode to a single inconvenience. So most people that don’t know him get unnerved. Lastly Dick Grayson isn’t touchy-feely. He’ll only accept or initiate touch to people he trusts. Of course he’ll give occasional hugs and pats to some victims. But other than that he prefers a bit distance.

Second is Jason. Among the rest of the batfamily, Jason is the one that looks the most approachable despite his huge frame. His face looks calm and kind. He doesn’t frown when thinking unlike the rest of his family. But of course this doesn’t change the fact that he’s one of the most deadly member of the family. Unlike Dick he doesn’t have a long patience. When annoyed or angry to someone, he will warn them off. He doesn’t immediately go to beating them up though. He threatens people or blackmails them. If they still don’t back up, obviously he fucks them up. Personality wise, he is mostly indifferent to things. He doesn’t really care who did what unless it personally effects him. What Jason hates the most -after joker- is having to fix other people’s fuckups when he can relax at his safehouse. He doesn’t really goes out of his way to interact with his siblings, but he’ll always be there when the need him. Because he knows the feeling of being alone. Another thing about Jason is that he isn’t really mad about being replaced. Yes, he called Tim pretender a couple of times but that was just to anger Bruce and not let him forget what happened to him. But it’s been years since that fight so he doesn’t open that conversation anymore. I mean he was also a replacement to Dick so he knows what it’s like. Overall though, he is actually pleasant to be around and chat.

Next is Cassandra. Cass is open about her feelings around her family, although not with strangers. She’ll show her family when she is sad or angry or happy etc. She isn’t scared to cry when sad and scream when she’s angry. She cares about her family but has emotional bonds to a few among them. Which are Bruce, Tim, Duke, Steph and Barbara. She loves the rest of course but these ones are the ones that she’d do anything. Cass can speak after years of practice, but sometimes she’ll go back to signing suddenly. Sometimes it’s easier for her that way. Cass is capable of understanding what’s right or wrong. But sometimes she has difficult understanding that some of her actions can be a bit extreme. She’ll scare people if she deems it necessary. And most of the time you can’t change her mind on something. If she wants to do something, she’ll do it. Another thing is that sometimes when talking to a person she’ll space out and -kind of- analyze them. They won’t notice that she wasn’t really there until they ask her a question and just see her stare at them unblinking. It’ll get really unnerving but the moment Cass reads the fear she’ll come back and smile like nothin happened. Her family is obviously used to it so they don’t react when this happens. And Lastly, sometimes she’ll ask weird questions to her family that creeps them out, beacause of the context of the question. It’ll sound dubious and immoral, and she’ll ask it like every bit of the question is okay and normal. The reason of it is that, because of her upbringing she needs to know whether something is good or bad. After it’s answered, she’ll move on like nothing weird happened.

And let’s talk about Tim. Tim Drake is the batkid that is the most like Bruce. To him Duty comes first and everything else second. He has morals, although not as strong as Bruce. If killing or dying is the last resort he will do it without regret. To him everything has a certain value that he gives, and he arranges his priorities through that list in his head. It might sound cold but that’s what kind of person he is. Also because of that, he is most of the time perceived as an asshole. He doesn’t really get why people don’t understand his perspective and sees nothing wrong about his views. He doesn’t shy away from manipulating the circumstances to his advantage even it means disregarding the feelings of people around him. Tim is also very possessive of his personal belongings, so he doesn’t like people coming into his room. His room is very messy due to cleaning being very low on his mental priority list. He forgets trivial details or doesn’t bother to remember them. He also hates the taste of coffee so he usually drinks energy drinks to keep him awake. Because of that he gets very little sleep and has a pallid appearance. Because he usually wears baggy outfit people assume he is thin, but he has crazy back muscles due to wielding a bo staff for years. He isn’t mad at Jason or Damian for trying to murder him, but will use it against them for his purposes.

Duke is mostly percieved as the most humane one but he is the exact opposite. Mainly because of his powers and his nonchalant behaviour. Duke -in time- learns to control his powers but still can’t find a limit to them. He doesn’t get tired from using them as if it’s natural to him. He sometimes floats in the manor when he is deep in thought and his ability to manipulate light and dark gives him absolute cryptid vibe. He mostly patrols in day time, but is absolutely terrifying when he goes at night. He has full control of his surrondings and can make people see what he wants them to see. He can go invisible and take rogues out without them knowing someones even there. He can cloak other people in darkness or make them invisible on light. His eyes glow randomly and all you see is little black dots of after effect. He himself doesn’t really get why people are so afraid of him. His personality is very introverted most of the time. Although he led teams before, he doesn’t see how amazing he actually is. He feels different among the other batkids because of that. They all seem like these supreme beings and him just a kid that Bruce picked up. Even though he is the only batfamily member that actually gets along with everyone.

Last is Damian. Now in every fic, he has the same personality of being the “blood son” or “Yes father.” which I hate. Damian was raised by trainers and ninjas and maids. He cannonically met Talia when he was 8 and his father when he was 10. So most of his life he didn’t have any parental figures. Just some ninjas that trained him to kill and be resistant. So naturally he treated his parents how he treated the ninjas. By trying to be useful to them. To him, he wouldn’t have any worth if he wasn’t useful. So he killed for his mother and saved for his father. He didn’t look for love or comfort. Because again, he didn’t know how to interact with his parents. But something changed in him when he saw his father with his siblings. How Bruce treated Damian different than rest of his siblings. So he started to hate his brothers and sister because of it. But eventually came to the realization that it wasn’t his siblings that he hated but himself and his father. Because to be blunt, Bruce was never a parental figure in his life. Dick understood him better, but yet again he didn’t saw him as a parent either. The person who he felt a bond -a parental bond- was Alfred Pennyworth. No matter what Damian ever did he always stayed and loved him. And that made Damian feel love so much that he started to change around him. Damian becomes more playful and teasing and sarcastic around him. His eyes tinkled whenever they talked and he laughed loudly -with dimples showing- when he was with him. To someone other than Alfred, Damian looked as if life itself was boring him. The smiles he gave them are condescending and arrogant. To Damian they are just like mere ants in an ant farm. So he prefers to stay away and observe. He doesn’t actively try to hurt his family anymore but prefers to be distant. Whenever he is not with Alfred he’s with his pets. He especially likes to spend time with Goliath. To him Goliath is his best friend. He knows Goliath will be there whenever he calls for him and has a deep bond with him. Last of all, Damian doesn’t hate killing. He doesn’t like it either. The reason he’s not killing is because he wants to stay in Gotham. If he were to kill someone he wouldn’t have permanent regrets and that bothers Bruce. Damian can differentiate between good and bad but he prefers to do whatever he pleases most of the time so this sometimes cretaes an argument with his family.

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