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akariamai · 1 year

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Missing

There was only one issue that soundlessly plagued Tim Drake and it was the volume of burdens he situated upon his own shoulders. A mere kid aiming to play the part of the hero in the shadow of the one before him. He was carrying too much that he was, unknowingly, killing himself with the amount of hours he clocks in. The thought of relaxing or even sleep hadn’t crossed his mind as coffee became his drug. It was his feeble attempt of prevailing against his body’s limitations.

His obsessive personality trait did not transpire from upholding the mantle of the infamous Robin but before. His frantic hunger for validation rose due to his parent’s neglect and you helplessly tried to assist him in everything you could. Somewhere along the way, you became an absent memory. Your help was no longer required and you soon ceased to exist to him.

You watched as he spiraled to solve the mystery of the man behind the cowl. Oftentimes forgetting to care and wash himself. His attention was overtaken by his hellbent need of unraveling the mysteries that surrounded Batman and Robin. All the while sipping on the coffee you had generously brewed for him.

Your heart kept breaking repeatedly as your friendship with the boy withered into nonexistence. He was too preoccupied with his new responsibilities that you could feel him slipping away from your life. You were not ignorant to ignore the hardships he faced every waking moment he parades himself in the suit but you realized you became an afterthought of his life. Your presence became too familiar that he unconsciously disregarded you and your friendship. You couldn’t waste your days away waiting for him to finally acknowledge your existence so you left.

While you disappeared from his life, the ghost of your presence haunted him frequently. Questions and wonder began to pile onto one another as the feeling that something was amidst. A piece was missing from his life and he couldn’t figure out what. It was unnerving, roaming the semi-empty halls of Gotham Manor incomplete without knowing the reason why. There was something missing, he would whisper to no one. Barely conscious, actively engaging in his perpetual battle against slumber. His lack of rest did not aid in his struggle of unfolding the absence of something or someone.

It was Alfred wondering where you went off to that sparked realization to Tim’s drowsy eyes. It was not an object that was missing as he had previously considered. It was a person, his person, that was absent. You were once a familiar face that swam in the sea of adopted children that Bruce collected. He was accustomed to you walking next to him as he ranted about his obligations and interest. Your presence extinguished the loneliness that haunted him for years now.

He pursued to find where you had run off to and potentially bring you back. To restart the routine that initially drove you away in the first place. He had an abundance of questions to throw your way, slight resentment for driving him insane and wasting his time launching an investigation of what was astray in his daily schedule.

Tim, in his Robin attire, knocked on your window late into the night. Twelve hours have passed since his realization and he had just finished patrolling the streets of Gotham with Bruce. He could hear slight movement from within so he knocked again. Your blue curtains were brushed away as your eyes interlocked with his. It was at this moment where the ball was on your court. Opening the window meant facing the boy who once attentively held your friendship in high regards but ultimately left it to rot in the dirt. It meant facing reality that he did not notice your presence for three months and had just realized you were absent from his life.

Against your better judgment, you opened your bedroom window. The freezing wind of Gotham City rushed in, “Why are you here?” You’d figured you were insignificant to him and his life within the first month of no contact. In fact, you thought he would’ve noticed in the first week but nothing. All you got was willful silence.

“Why haven’t you been visiting the manor?”

“When I realized we weren’t really friends.” You whispered. It was a truth that was daunting to hear out loud. It made it feel all the more real than merely thinking about it.

“What are you talking about?” His voice cracked at the sheer shock of the words that were just spoken. “Of course we were friends. We are friends.” His illusions only further pierced your broken heart even more. The denial of everything that transpired.

You shook your head with tears threatening to fall, “But we weren’t. It took you three months. Three months to realize I was gone. Were we ever really friends because I can’t tell anymore.” In the time when you were separate, you did a lot of reflecting upon what you considered to be a friendship. You came to the understanding that you became his caretaker instead of a friend and when the burden was lifted from your shoulders, he had no use for you. You were merely a placeholder for his absentee parents.

He tried to reach out to you but you deviated from his touch. You did not want comfort from the boy nor did you want to continue a friendship as he so-called it. “Can you leave? I don’t want my parents to awaken nor do I want the neighbors to see Robin by my window.”

“[Reader]-” He began but he came up with nothing. No words could halt the decision you came up with a month ago. No action can repair the damage he unconsciously or not caused you. It was over.

“I won’t tell anyone about your nightly activities.” You assured him. “It’s the least I can do after all of this.” There was nothing more to say so you shut your window, allowing for the curtains to hide you away from his prying eyes. It was somewhat relieving as that chapter in your life was concluded.

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#tim drake #dc universe #dc comic imagine #dc imagine #red robin #angst #alfred pennyworth #tim drake angst #tim drake x reader #tim drake x you #red robin x you

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bbbbbbbbatman · 3 months

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My take on the whole 'the JL gets mad at Batman for having a child soldier when he gets robin' thing goes like this:

The League is having a fight with Batman saying it's wrong to bring a child, especially with no powers, into fights with supervillains and it's irresponsible to put children in danger

And Batman interrupts with "so you take him then"

And the League just kind pause, like "huh?"

"One of you can babysit Robin for a week and then we can revisit this discussion."

They're a little confused but eventually Wonder Woman agrees to take him in.

She returns with him a week later. "I apologize Batman, we have misjudged you. I adore him but please take him back now."

(she couldn't get him to stop sneaking out to fight crime without physically restraining him)

#batman is the only thing keeping robin on a leash #just imagining any of the jl trying to contain little 11 year old dick #who is a ball of energy and righteous fury contained in such a small smiley body #batman #robin #dick grayson #wonder woman #justice league #dc #dc comics #mine

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c1nnam00n · 1 month

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how it feels trying to find a fanfic/imagine about a fandom that’s dead and dry

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frownyalfred · 26 days

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Bruce Wayne has to be remarkably handsome if random muggers/villains keep calling him “pretty boy” well into his forties, just saying.

#he’s got some wild genes from his mom’s side #or his dads #or really both #bruce wayne #batman #dc #thoughts #like imagine being THE batman but some random goon calls you pretty boy #dc comics

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superhero--imagines · 7 months

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He’s literally obsessed with you - With the Bat Boys

A/N: trying out these fucking ugly banners again because y’all seem to like them and I need the internet-good-writer validation points.

Dick Grayson

* He’s a simp bro

* Just because he’s hot doesn’t mean he isn’t hiding a whole horde of daddy and mommy issues isn’t into you

* He trails after you like a lost puppy and he would kiss the ground you walk on if it didn’t make you a little concerned

His breath brushes against your calf, a tender kiss placed on your knee.

He’s done this enough for you to know it’s not sexual.

“I can do it myself Dick,” you murmur, cheeks hot as you watch him kneel on the ground, his nimble fingers working to untie your shoes.

“I know you can.” His eyes sparkle when he looks up at you with a smile. “But I want to do this for you.” He grins when you hide your shy smile behind your hand, setting your shoes to the side and placing a soft kiss on your ankle.

Jason Todd

* He’s in between terror and bliss

* Jason doesn’t understand how you meant so much to him so fast

* It’s simultaneously thrilling and terrifying how much you occupy his thoughts and time

* But for better or worse, he can’t seem to let you go

He can’t tell what’s warmer, the heat from your body or the heat radiating off from his face.

Here he is, face bright pink with the heart of a sixteen year old boy in a man’s body, falling in love for the first time.

And you’re asleep.

You’ve turned his whole world upside down, and made a mess of his mind—and now you’re getting the best sleep of your life using his chest as your personal pillow.

And he has no room to complain since he’s enabling you, wrapping his arms around you rto keep you pressed securely against his chest.

Because the only thing scarier than holding you close, is having you somewhere he can't reach.

“I can't believe you made me fall in love like this,” he murmurs, pressing a sweet kiss to your hair.

Damian Wayne

* He really embodies “hard to the world, but soft for my girl” vibes

* This man has never done a chore in his life, but if you’re feeling out of it or overwhelmed, watch him at your doorstep with a broom and apron

“Damian I support you in anything you choose to do,” you start, “but do you know how to use a washing machine?”

“Of course I do my love, I’m not a savage.” But the fact that he’s putting dish soap in tells you otherwise.

He’s a little confused, but he’s got the spirit.

#batman imagine #Batman x reader #Jason Todd x reader #Jason Todd imagine #Jason Todd #Jason Todd x y/n #dick Grayson x reader #dick Grayson imagine #dick Grayson headcanon #dick Grayson #Damian Wayne #Damian Wayne x reader #Damian Wayne x you #Damian Wayne x y/n #dc comics imagine #superhero--imagines

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 month

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Would they or would they not catch you…

Dick: yes. 100% yes but he’s -no pun intended- a little bit of a teasing dick about it.

He will catch you but then act as though he’s going to drop you by loosening his grip, making you scream out of surprise and cling onto him tighter, all the while beaming that bright and beautiful smile of his as though he wasn’t about to willingly let you fall flat on your ass on multiple occasions.

‘I fucking hate you!’ You whined, smacking Dick on the bicep.

‘Oh do you now?’ Dick inquires as he slowly begins to losses his grip on you, smirking.

‘Did I say hate you? I meant love you, a lot! Please don’t drop me.’ You cried as you tightened your grip on his neck whilst struggling to keep your feet from touching the floor. ‘Awww I love you too gorgeous.’ Dick coos as he pressed kisses into your face as you could only glare at the cheeky bastard.

You hate him sometimes but you weren’t going to complain about the affection you were being given. So you guess you’ll suffer for now.

Side note: he might even try and see if you can catch him. 💀

Jason: He will catch you but makes it a big deal whenever he can. He loves holding you in his arms.

He could keep you in his arms forever if he could but knew that he can’t, so he settles for going about his day carrying you throughout the apartment instead.

‘You can put down any day now.’ You’d tell him but that only makes Jason tighten his grip on you as he moved in his makeshift library for a book to read.

‘No.’ He simply replied, scouring the many book titles in front of him in the hopes that one might speak to him. You pout. ‘What do you mean no?’ Jason then looks at you and says. ‘No means no. As in no I will not put you down because I do as I like and will not be told otherwise, so the cutie currently in my arms has to deal with it.’ He then smiles as he presses a kiss to your forehead before looking back towards the bookshelves.

You end up falling asleep in his arms and Jason couldn’t help but smile at how cute you were, even if you did look like the living dead.

Damian: says no but will in fact catch you without hesitation.

However if you do try to tease him about it, then he will drop you without a second thought. ‘You can catch yourself next time.’ He would say as he walks away, leaving you with a bruised ass. Titus -who saw the whole thing- would come up to you to make sure you weren’t genuinely hurt and encourage you to get up by nudging you with his head.

Don’t test him because he will do it and then act like the whole thing didn’t happen if you were to bring it up.

‘Dick.’ You’d say as you stood up.

‘I heard that.’ He’d call back, his voice echoing off the walls. ‘You were meant to.’ You reply. ‘And at least Titus came to check up on me to see if I wasn’t hurt.’ You’d add while scratching Titus behind the ear.

Needless to say you were more cautious when choosing Damian to catch you. However he does apologise for dropping you on your ass by gifting you something he himself drew by hand; He secretly doesn’t like it when you’re upset with him and will do anything to rectify it.

What a sweetheart.

Bruce: he’s too use to you pulling this type of shit that it’s basically muscle memory for him to catch you as you’re running towards him, all with a straight face mind you.

Be grateful because he risked a much needed bowl of Mulligatawny soup just to catch you in his arms, but then again the kisses you bombard his cheek is more than reward enough, a small almost missable smile appears on his lips as he then proceeds to carry you for the rest of the day as “punishment.”

( this only occurs when Bruce is feeling particularly affectionate or playful)

Much to your batkids -Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Duke, Cass and Steph- dismay. They’d want to use this as blackmail, but they know that it will backfire as you’ll probably hang the photo on a wall somewhere in the manor, reminding them of how disgustingly their parents can be when given the opportunity.

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voiddaisy · 1 month

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jason todd being a book nerd in canon is so funny to me. like mf is a violent vigilante but chows down some pride & prejudice on his off time. he is such a silly goose (homicidal maniac)

#dcu #dc comics #jason todd #red hood #batman #bat family #jason todd is so silly #he is also psycho #it’s okay he died and came back to life #he has a reason to be psycho #i love jason todd #he needs a hug #maybe not a hug #he needs therapy #imagine him being the grammar police with tim in their dms #tim would be so annoyed #but jason definitely thinks it’s funny

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stormy-skyzzzzzz · 22 days

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no but imagine Jason Todd with his big, strong, callused hands holding on to your hips for dear life while you ride him till dawn.

oh and he for sure whimpers.

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bruciemilf · 1 year

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Harvey " Family man" Dent

#harvey dent #two face #dc #dc comics #batfamily #batfam social media #dc imagine #dick grayson #jason todd #stephanie brown #bruce wayne #bruharvey #tim drake #social media au

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audhd-nightwing · 2 months

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things in DC canon i’ll literally never get over

1. dick finds out batman replaced him as robin (without asking him) from the NEWSPAPER and simultaneously finds out bruce adopted a new kid without telling him (to make things worse: bruce didn’t even adopt dick)

2. dick finds out jason died from the newspaper (AGAIN? REALLY BRUCE?) and bruce had the fucking funeral WITHOUT HIM while he was still in space

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akariamai · 1 year

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Master List

Bruce Wayne

Interview

Dick Grayson

Yellow Roses, Dead to Me

Jason Todd

The Bar

Tim Drake

Missing

Damian Wayne

The New Kid

Jaime Reyes

Agony

Oliver Queen

The Last Letter

Tommy Merlyn

Glitch

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Ray Palmer

Sunshine

Marvel

Matt Murdock

You Left, Chamomile Tea

Why, Forgiveness, Choices

Parody

Steve Rogers

Human

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Bucky Barnes

Familiar

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Xu Shang-Chi

The Golden Dagger Club

The Last of Us

Joel Miller

Home, Back

Soldier, Reunited

Demon Slayer

Sabito

Save a Life

Shin Nouzen

Welcome to Spearhead

The Black Phone

Ghost Whisperer

The First

The Promised Neverland

N/A

Changed

Reborn, Library

Norman

Reminiscing The Past

Mother

The Twilight Saga

Jacob Black

Romeo & Juliet

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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jaysgirlx · 1 month

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"jason don't move!" you say while sheepishly giggling. you take the photo and out sprouts a little polaroid. you shake it before giving it to jason. he looked at it unamused like it was dumb. "what's the point of this?" he asked. "it's a photo of you, and now i have a physical copy"

"why would you need one of those?" he asks confused.

"for those nights i don't know where you are, the ones that scare me the most," you say with a smile, you smiled yet it hurt so bad.

jason was quiet for a bit before taking the camera out of your hands and taking a photo of you. now you looked at him like he was the idiot. before you could ask what he was doing he shut you up.

"this is for when i go on those long trips…and i don't know how long it will take me to get back to you or if i even will." he takes the photo and puts it in his wallet.

out of nowhere, you hugged him and he hugged you back while the two of you stayed silent. he was going away for 6 months. he couldn't tell you more than that because that could put you in danger. he was set to leave tonight with roy. he wanted to bring it up because he wanted to say goodbye. he wanted to promise to come back and promise to buy you a ring but he couldn't. he didn't have to courage to.

you pull away from the hug and press a kiss to his lips. it was sweet but short. like this was the end of something.

"can i take the camera with me? i'll bring it back"

that might've been a lie, he wasn't sure because he didn't know. he wishes he had all these answers but he didn't.

"what will you do with it?

"you'll see"

"jason-"

he kisses you this time, firm and hard like he has something to prove, something worth saying. by the end of it you are panting, flustered and so confused.

"this isn't our end," he says quietly before standing up.

you wanted to walk him to the door but that would be painful. it always was. so you closed your eyes and waited for the door to close before letting the tears fall. you wanted to convince yourself that you were crying because of that expensive polaroid camera but you weren't. you were crying over him. you were crying over jason todd because he was gone and because you knew this might be the end.

you could only wait and see for what may come next.

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martiniluvr · 2 months

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18+ minors dni

warnings: jaybird gets a little rough

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

being the red hood comes with its share of frustrations, which is why jason todd is so grateful he has you. after a while, beating criminals bloody does little for the soul by way of stress-relief. a side effect of the vigilantism, no doubt. luckily, it didn’t take him long to figure out that your body could provide him with all the relief he needed. and so your little ritual began.

now, jason’s hands are planted firmly on your ass, spreading you open as he barrels into you. your cheek is pressed into the mattress, which partially muffles your moans at every intrusion. you whine as you feel him deep inside you, and jason realises you might benefit from some encouragement. he tears himself away from the sight of his glistening cock splitting you open to bend down to your ear, sliding one of his large hands along your back soothingly.

“you’re okay, ma, hm? yeah, you’re okay,” he groans, still pounding into you. the sound of your wetness against him makes his lower abdomen tighten. “c’mon,” he continues, his tone gravelly and breathless. “you’re takin’ me so well. you’re—fuck—doin’ so good for me. so good, baby.”

his loving words are in stark contrast to to the beating he’s inflicting on your sensitive pussy, and it only makes you wetter. he smiles to himself at the pornographic slapping of your soft thighs meeting his muscular ones with each rough thrust, feeling your cunt clench as he places a hot kiss to your temple. his other hand leaves its perch at your ass to tease your clit, eliciting another desperate moan from you.

“jay!” you plead, balling your fists in the messy bedsheets. your belly tightens as an orgasm draws near. “fuck, jay, I’m almost—”

a surge of energy runs through him when he hears the way you say his name, but jason keeps his focus. “no, don’t cum yet,” he breathes, fucking into you harshly to cut you off. “I’m not done with you, ma.”

#might have cooked a little idk #jason todd #jason todd smut #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd imagine #red hood #red hood smut #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood imagine #dc comics #batfam

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battymommastuff · 3 months

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The Fire-Eater

Batmom x Batman, Batmom x Batfamily

Prompt: While digging through the attic, Dick Grayson and Jason Todd uncover a secret about their adoptive mother. A secret that reveals the true, and dark story of the most loved couple in Gotham City

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!!DISCLAIMER!! - This likely won't be comic accurate (Obviously), but I did draw inspiration from the comics. If you are looking for something accurate, then this fanfic isn't for you.

*cough*

"Jesus Christ, you'd think they would dust up here once in a while." Jason rasps as he waves his hand in the air to clear the cloud of dust. Dick just rolled his eyes and lifted another box out of the way, causing another cloud of dust to poof into the air, "Where is this damn blanket anyway?" He asked, ripping open an old box to look for the blanket in question. Why? You, their adopted mother, is currently carrying their youngest sibling. The first, and only pregnancy of yours. Seeing that you aren't as young as you used to be, the pregnancy is a high risk. As per doctor's orders, you were to remain on bed rest now that you were close to your due date.

Before that, you'd been working on the nursery. Everything was perfect, but you were missing one thing. Bruce's baby blanket. A blanket you'd only ever seen in pictures, but knew that you wanted it for your future child. Unfortunately, that didn't seem to be possible. All of your children were far too old for the blanket when they were adopted. Now you had your baby on the way, and you wanted that blanket. To prevent you from climbing up there yourself, your two oldest sons decided to.

"Some of the boxes are older than me." Dick joked as he held up a box of old photo albums. The date on the box was ten years before he was born. He set the box down, and kept shifting through the boxes. They were looking for a box with Bruce's birth year on it. All of his baby items were stored there. He moved another box then frowned when he saw one tucked in a far corner. It was opened, and he saw a black outfit lined with red sequins, an outfit he swore he's seen before...a circus outfit. What caught his eye next was a rolled up poster, "Hey, Jason." He called out while picking up the poster. Dick unrolled it slowly, then felt his heart sink to his stomach.

A poster for Haly's Circus. The Circus he was apart of before his biological parents died. He still remembered that day as if it just happened. On the poster was a woman eating fire. Her outfit, a black leotard with red sequins lining it. (H/C) hair, and (S/C) skin. Unless Bruce had a certain type, there was no way it couldn't be you. How? How was this possible? He remembered meeting you that night. You were dressed as if you just walked out of business meeting, and you were with Bruce. The date on the poster dated years before you ever met Bruce.

Dick set the poster down right as Jason approached him, still grumbling about all of the dust. He picked up a small book next. Opening it, he found pictures. Old pictures of you, and other members of the circus. You and Haly...you and his parents. You knew his parents? One picture was of you, his dad, his mom, and him as a newborn. You knew who he was before you ever met him? How come he never knew this? Why did you leave the circus? How did you end up marrying Bruce Wayne of all people?

"Holy shit, Mom never told us this." Jason said while holding up the torches and an old bottle of alcohol. What they saw in the bottom of the box made both of their spines tingle. A mask...a Court of the Owls mask. Dick knew the story, and he knew his lineage. He knew his potential fate, had he never been adopted. Why did you have a mask? All of these questions in his head, and he knew the one person who could answer them.

He shoved all the items back into the box, and stormed out of the attic with it. Dick wanted answers, and he wanted them now. He carried the box through the manor with Jason on his heels, while holding back his tears. He felt lied to? Betrayed? He didn't know, but he needed to know. He felt like you were an entirely new person now. Dick opened the door to your bedroom. You were watching as Stephanie painted your toenails, and Damian was lecturing you on your health.

"Oh! Did you-..." You cut off when you saw the box he was carrying. It'd been years, and you forgot about that box. Honestly, you thought you threw it out, "Dick..." Your oldest son walked over and slammed the box on the bed, causing your two other sons and Stephanie to glare at him.

"Start talking, Mom...right now."

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 month

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How these guys would react to having their face held…

Dick smiles out of habit and pushes his face even further into your hands, humming in content.

He loves it when you held him, however that may be, as it was the one thing he looked forward to the most when coming home.

He’s prone to frequent bouts of fatigue with patrols and the like, but it was moments like these where he could truly appreciate your touch and the healing properties they have on him.

‘I could spend forever here in your hands.’ He’d sigh as he allowed himself to relax within your touch.

‘Oh really? Is that so?’ You raised your brows, watching as the features within his face relaxed into a one that showed you just how exhausted Dick looked. You could see the toll his job his job took but you knew that Dick was too devoted, too attached to what he does to ever give it up, no matter how constantly drained and tired it made him.

You respect his decision to keep doing what he was doing but there came times where you’d just wish he would take a breather from it all, even if it was just for a second, you just wanted to take the weight off of Dick’s shoulders and put it aside for a moment while you work the tension out of his aching muscles.

‘Yeah.’ He responded, feeling himself sink further into sleep. Dick loved what he does but some times he resents it for leaving him with little to no time to spend with you, at least not without him falling asleep five minutes within the interaction. Time with you was sparse and all Dick wanted to do was spend as much of it as he could to make up for the fact that he was barely home at all during the day.

He knew that he prioritised being a hero over your relationship too often and he couldn’t help but feel a tremendous amount of guilt over it during your relationship. You didn’t deserve to wait up for him every night to make sure he was okay, not while developing heavy eye bags of your own and a lack of a sleeping schedule.

He just hopes that one day you too will realise that you better then what he’s giving you and put yourself first, but you were too selfless to ever do that and he could feel that through the way you trace his features with your fingers with featherlight caresses.

Jason stiffens beneath your touch and goes unresponsive for such a long time that you were worried that you had accidentally crossed a boundary.

So just as you were about to remove your hands from his face, Jason quickly reaches out to grasp your hands and pull them back to cupping his cheeks as he then proceeded to nuzzle his cheek against your palm.

‘Stay.’ He whispered. ‘Please.’

Your heart broke at his plea but obeyed as you began to stroke his cheeks with either of your thumbs, feeling him gradually relax under your touch until he was practically a puddle in your hands.

‘I’m sorry.’ He whimpered, burying his face into your hands so that you didn’t see his tear stricken red face. ‘I don’t deserve this. None of it.’ He adds, cursing himself for being so pathetic but your touch practically broke him in the best way.

In your hands Jason felt as though all his broken prices were being put back together again through love, warmth and patience and that was enough to make him breakdown into tears.

Physical affection is a foreign concern to this poor man, and in due to that Jason is naturally going to be skeptical and on edge the moment the pads of your fingertips explore his jawline, before slowly coming up to cup his cheeks. ‘I’m right here Jaybridie.’ You utter softly as you felt his grip on your wrists slack a little. ‘I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere because nowhere is more important than staying here with you. Just take your time.’ And stay with him you did.

Damian is another one who’s not use to soft touches and sweet affection.

So he’ll initially be on guard when he saw you coming his way with your hands outstretched to cup his cheeks, but will huff and reluctantly rest his face in your palms, he’s extremely stiff while doing so and looking away from you out of initial embarrassment.

‘Get on with it.’ He’d mutter, acting as though such acts or moments of tenderness and vulnerability were beneath him, when in actuality Damian loved the feeling of you hold his face as though it were porcelain. He loved the fact that despite knowing his upbringing you still treat him with a love, kindness and warmth that he has never been shown before.

To Damian it was clear that you didn’t care if he was the son of Bruce Wayne and Talia al Ghul, grandson of Ra’s al Ghul. You only cared about him, Damian Wayne and he could feel that care through your touch as he vowed to cut through anything and everything that intended to harm you.

Your touch brings him a sense of calm, serenity and peace that brought him back from the brink a plethora of times, especially in moments when his arrogance and brashness would resurface. Damian was thankful for you being in his life, a true guiding light in his darkest moments, and he couldn’t think of any possible way to thank you for everything you’ve done for him but he’ll surly try.

Bruce feels the tension behind his eyes and in his jaw sooth themselves under your touch.

His eyes would slowly close as he brought his calloused hands up to gently stroke the inside of your wrists. Bruce needs no words to describe how he felt because he feels as though his expressions and the noises of content made it clear how much he appreciated you being here with him.

‘You look tired.’ You commented, tracing the weary lines on his hard face with your eyes as he observed your face and the way it showed most of your innermost emotions whether you were aware of this fact or not.

Bruce knew that you worry and that you worry a lot about him in particular when it came to whether he was sleeping enough, eating enough and keeping himself safe whilst fighting on the streets of Gotham. Bruce knew he was as stubborn as mule when it came to his life choices and that you were only just worried about him because you cared for him, but sometimes he wished you would redirect all this effort towards yourself because he oftentimes didn’t think he was worth of your worry, nor your care.

Bruce felt as though he should be the one taking care of you rather than you taking care of him. It’s not as though he hates it, it’s just you’ve shown him on countless occasions of your care towards him, and on even more occasions you have shown him of your unwavering dedication towards him. Bruce also feels like he should be the one paying you back for all the hard times where you stood by his side, watching him practically work himself to the bone and almost into a comatose if you didn’t step in and deal him away from the computers.

For you’ve proven time and time again that you weren’t so easily swayed into leaving, and that was made more true when he felt comfortable enough telling you that he was Batman and the dangers that would come with knowing such knowledge. You however only shrugged and told him that by his side, you were the safest you’ve ever been or will ever be.

‘More so than usual?’ He asked in a way that it might as well have came out as an indignant huff.

‘And by more so than usual you mean constantly, then yes, yes you are more tired than usual.’ You replied as you ran your thumbs under his eyes and across his eye bags as if to emphasise your point. Bruce only huffs as he watched you take in all of him with nothing but love and affection in your eyes and your touch.

John would most likely bite your hand out of an inherent need to be a teasing little shit.

Will boast about the fact that you just wanted to touch up his stubble. He wasn’t lying but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that and instead say; ‘in your dreams John.’

‘Oh I’m sure I am in yours.’ He reply with confidence as he winked, causing you to lightly pinch his cheek as punishment for his cockiness. ‘I hate you.’ You’d say as you push your fingertips through his stubbly beard, enjoying the way it deliciously tickles your skin, almost as though they were little prickly kisses.

‘No you don’t sweetheart, try as you might but you and me both know that for definite that you love me.’ John would state in a matter of fact tone. Once again you hated how right he was, but kept your lips sealed shut as not to give him any more ammunition to tease and contradict you at any given opportunity than you’ve already have.

The air between you is playful and light in comparison to how cynical, sharp witted and sarcastic he usually is on a daily basis. It was a welcomed change as you allowed the blonde to pretend to bite your hand, only allowing for his teeth to barely graze your skin before pulling away with a sly smirk as you scratch at his stubble.

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Jason Todd in Love…

As Red Hood, he’s talkative, sarcastic, aggressive, and cocky. When he’s with you, he’s tender and gentle. He’s eerily quiet and strangely calm. Every whim is followed without protest, and he hangs on every word.

Jason’s always looking for ways to touch you and will constantly pull you into his lap where he’ll give you soft kisses on your shoulder and neck. He just likes to watch you exist: he watches quietly when you’re getting ready, attempting to cook, etc. He loves how you’ll trail your nails up his arm and across the top of his back as you pass him on the sofa.

He loves you because you ground him: You’re real, you’re here and you’ve never left. His world slows down with you and, when he’s getting in his head and slipping away, you snap him out of it. You stand up to him. You talk your shit and force him back to you. “Don’t do that. You’re trying to talk yourself out of this.” You grab his face, forcing him to look at you. “You want me, yes or no?”

“Yes.” He’ll answer softly. “Always.”

“Then you have me.” You push him away from you. “Don’t try and find a way to ruin it. I will kick your ass. Got me?” You stare at him, arms folded and waiting for an answer.

He’ll give a smile before answering. “Yeah, I got you.” He looks at you honey eyed and apologetic.

“Good.” You move into his arms and place a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Now, go sit in the kitchen. I made us breakfast.”

#my post #jason todd #red hood #jason todd x reader #jason todd fluff #jason todd imagine #jason todd headcanon #idk how I stumbled into this interest but it’s been my hyper fixation for the last couple of days #I actually don’t know anything about dc comics except for like bare minimum surface level stuff #so this may or may not be on brand but I decided to do it anyway

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