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captainsophiestark · 2 months

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Unexpected Guest

Dick Grayson x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: DC

Summary: Dating a vigilante sometimes leads to a few false alarm scares, but Dick Grayson couldn't be happier with how well his partner rolls with his crazy family.

Word Count: 1,410

Category: Fluff

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Crash!

My eyes shot open at the sound of a noise from the living room of the apartment I shared with my boyfriend, Dick Grayson. The man in question still snored peacefully next to me, annoyingly, but a quick glance at the clock told me why. It wasn't quite 5am, and Dick had been out patrolling until one in the morning. I listened carefully for any other noises in the apartment. I didn't want to wake my poor boyfriend up unless I absolutely had to.

After a few minutes of nothing, I heard another crash followed by a tense voice and what sounded like hushed swearing. This time, I didn't hesitate to roll over and whack Dick on the chest, hard.

His eyes shot open and he was half sitting up when I managed to throw a hand over his mouth to keep him from giving away that we were awake. My wide eyes must've tipped him off to something being wrong, because I immediately saw him shift from sleepy to ready for action.

Slowly, I dropped my hand from his mouth and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"There's someone in our living room. I heard two crashes and someone swearing."

Dick nodded once, then motioned with his hands while mouthing 'stay here'. He hopped off the bed, grabbing his escrima sticks from where he'd thrown them onto the dresser, then stalked towards the door with catlike grace and stealth. After a minute, I decided I couldn't just let him go alone, superhero or no, so I grabbed the bat I kept by my side of the bed and followed after him.

Dick popped out the door, and after a moment without hearing anything, I followed, bat at the ready. I found my boyfriend with one hand on his hip, weapons down, staring into the kitchen. I followed his gaze to find none other than Jason Todd in our kitchen, a mixing bowl and some eggs in front of him and a look with a significant lack of guilt on his face.

"What? I was after somebody and it dragged me all the way to Bludhaven. I needed a place to crash that was closer than Gotham."

Dick and I both shook our heads. As the oldest of a very high number of siblings, his apartment had become a second home base for every single other batkid. When we'd finally moved in together last month, he'd warned me I needed to be prepared for things like this.

"Glad you know to help yourself, Little Wing," said Dick with a sigh, waving one tired hand to Jason before turning and heading back to bed. I squeezed his shoulder and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek as he passed me, then headed into the kitchen with a smile.

"My tax for you making me think I'd have to fight off an assailant with a bat at five in the morning is my own serving of whatever you're making," I said, taking a seat on one of the kitchen island stools. Jason raised an eyebrow at me.

"You're not going back to bed?"

"Nah. Unlike Dick, I got to bed at a somewhat reasonable hour last night, so the adrenaline dump isn't threatening to put me to sleep. I'd rather hang out with you, especially since you're a better cook than Dick and I combined. I'm not missing out on that."

Jason snorted, cracking an egg and resuming his cooking all the same.

"Dick contributes nothing to your combined cooking score," he said. "I'm pretty sure he's burned cereal before."

I laughed. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure you're right. He's gotten better though. We watch the Food Network and look up recipes to make together, and I can trust him with way more than I used to be able to."

"If you could teach him anything it'd be a miracle," said Jason with a snort. I just hummed, trying to pick up some new skills of my own as I watched Jason cook.

"To be totally fair to him, I once forgot what I was doing and strained soup because I was on autopilot for pasta."

Jason barked a laugh, unable to hold himself back, and looked at me with a grin and a raised eyebrow.

"Really?" I nodded. "That's pathetic."

I just shrugged. "Yeah. But at least there's not a lot of places to go but up, after that."

"I guess so."

Jason and I chatted as he cooked and I watched, keeping our voices low so Dick could sleep—although, after the night he'd had, he'd probably sleep through a train in our living room. After breakfast, Jason decided to go down for a nap on the couch, passing out almost as soon as we'd put the last few dishes in the sink. I just smiled, threw a blanket over him, and wandered back into the bedroom to find Dick.

It was late enough in the morning now that my boyfriend was officially up and about, stretching by the bed with his hair still a little messed up from sleeping. I grinned and flopped down against the headboard as he crossed the room to the dresser to pull out clothes.

"How's Jaybird?" he asked. "Still a good cook?"

"Still a great cook. And he's good. He seems a little wiped out from patrols and stuff, though. He's taking a nap on the couch right now."

Dick smiled and shook his head. "I get up and he goes to sleep. Typical."

"Clearly he's avoiding you."

"Clearly."

Dick and I shared a smile, and then he sighed.

"I'm going to take a shower. Hopefully Jason will be up by the time I'm out, because I actually have things to do today."

I smiled, shifting on the bed to pull the covers over myself. "I'm sure you can be quiet if he's not. Wake me up when you're out of the shower, okay? A post-breakfast nap sounds too good to resist right now."

My boyfriend laughed. "Alright, will do. I'll wake you and Jason up when I'm out."

"Mhm. Good luck with him."

"Thanks, I'm gonna need it."

I closed my eyes, getting comfortable and ready for my nap, but before I drifted off I heard Dick's shuffling footsteps crossing the room to stand by my side of the bed. A second later, he sat down next to me, the bed dipping under his weight. I cracked an eye open to squint at him.

"What do you want?"

He grinned at me and chuckled.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to interfere with your nap. I just... I wanted to say how much I appreciate you, and how good you are with my family. They mean the world to me, but I know having vigilantes dropping in at all hours of the day and night can be a little much to deal with. So thank you for being so wonderful about it, and about them."

I sighed, sitting all the way up and propping myself up on my hands to look Dick in the eye.

"Dick, I love you. And I love your family. Sure, it took a little getting used to some of the vigilante stuff, but the longer I know them the more I love them. You don't have to thank me for anything. They're my family too."

Dick absolutely beamed at me, wrapping one arm around my back and pulling me in for a kiss. I immediately reciprocated, tangling one hand in the hair at the nape of his neck. I smiled into the kiss and a moment later, Dick deepened it. We were right on the edge of escalating into something more, but both thought better of it at the last moment.

"I should take a shower," he said, still looking a little reluctant as he pulled away.

"Yeah, and you should stop interrupting my nap."

Dick snorted, rolling his eyes as he finally stood and headed for the bathroom. I grinned after him as he went, flopping back down onto my pillow only as Dick closed the bathroom door.

I took a deep breath and sighed, a smile on my face, as I closed my eyes for the second time. I heard the water start in the bathroom, and a faint smell of breakfast still hung in the air. I was surrounded by people I loved dearly, and who loved me right back. No matter the scare Jason had given me when he'd shown up, I couldn't ask for a better start to my morning than this.

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sharkksee · 5 months

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A LITTLE DEATH !

──── Damian Al Ghul x Reader. 571 words.

Living after dying was too expensive a price that everyone avoided, because anyone would not be able to continue or repent when the effects of madness came. Everyone who has ever been revived in that well may never be the same again, Damian knew this very well, he has seen it with his own eyes.

The Lazarus Pit was too dangerous. They could use it on soldiers to keep the League of Shadows standing, not use it on loved ones. Using the grave of someone you love is like a death note delivered in front of the devil, on shaking knees. But the loneliness, the guilt, accumulated on him.

He let your inert body sink into the waters, freeing your death to the forces that his grandfather abused. It was a nightmare to see you like this, reminding him that he couldn't save you.

How did he fail like this? He is the heir of the Al Ghul, the blood of the deaths of his origins wells up in his veins. How did your death pass over him?

He can't allow it. No. He forbids you, in life and soul, to agonize in his presence, to abandon him and release him. You have to be with him, he won't let you even fall into the arms of death.

His eyes move over you, as he is always very curious about you. He is fascinated by your body, your curves, and the way the water covers your contours so softly on your fatal wounds. The gaze lingers on your soft, kissable lips, and he longs for the taste of your return. He wants to taste the sweetness of your lips with his. He longs for you, because he needs you. Damian will have wealth, soldiers, weapons, blood. But not having you is like a curse.

Soft, slow breathing is heard. The little chest goes up and down, in and out, in and out. But he doesn't move, not even a muscle, while he's listening to your every heartbeat from the edge of the Lazarus Pit.

Your body begins to react to the effects of the immortal waters, and he looked at you serenely. His hands clenched into knuckles, wishing for your own soul to be saved. Your fingers begin to move, and your body reacts, wanting to escape the waters as soon as you opened the eyes that Damian had loved so much from beneath the waters.

He gently lifts you into his arms and lifts you out of the water, feeling the living heat radiating from your body. He looks at you, intently, attentive to everything about you as he wraps his arms around your body tightly, not wanting you to escape from him.

“Beloved,” Damian whispers, his voice a hoarse but reassuring whisper. He feels your heartbeat. Oh, God. Your heart is beating, your lungs are breathing, your blood is reviving. He smiles slightly, noticing that you have calmed down from the waters and understand every part of what happened.

“I won't let you go… Again,” Damian whispers, almost to himself, holding you tighter, burying himself in your shoulder.

He can sense that you are agitated, your mind processing your return to life, wanting to ask. But the simple, cold gaze of those emerald orbs warn you to remain silent, like before you lost your life.

“I forbid you to leave me again.” He hissed, his breath now hitting your ear, sending shivers down your spine. He can't lose his favorite toy.

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freakingholland · 2 months

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Lovebirds times two - YJ!Dick Grayson x fem!reader

A/N: Is this another fluffy fic that contributes to the “Dick Grayson looks gorgeous and can have any woman” trope? Maybe! (yes) But we deserve happy Dick alongside happy Spitfire, okay? I’ll write something agst-ish some time I promise!

Warnings: not proofread! fluffy af, a couple of swear words, slightly suggestive dialogue but nothing nsfw. If I missed anything, please let me know!

Summary: Heroes do get to attend weddings every once in a while. It's especially exciting, when it's a dear friends' ceremony.

Word count: 1.4K +

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“I love these two with my entire heart but HOLY FUCK— I really don’t feel like getting ready today…” you whined sheepishly as you were in the middle of putting moisturizer over your freshly washed face. You and your significant other were in the middle of your preparations for your dear friends’ wedding. It was Artemis and Wally’s big day.

“Don’t even get me started. I told you we could get somebody to get your makeup and hair done. You can’t complain now.” Dick responded with slight frustration in his voice. It was obvious that he wasn’t actually mad at you, just not necessarily content with the fact that despite being in a committed relationship for so many years you still had trouble with making use of the benefits that came along with dating one of the Wayne’s sons.

“No, no don’t get me wrong babe I would appreciate that, it’s just— I feel a bit lazy today, wish I could just snap my fingers and get ready magically. If you know what I mean.”

“—plus, I don’t trust people with my face and hair, being comfy in my own skin is my top priority for today. I can’t wait to get there and have fun with our fam. I’ve been really looking forward to tonight.”

Dick walked over from the sink where he was previously finishing brushing his raven, still slightly wet and disheveled bangs. He had a towel wrapped tightly around his hips as he had just gotten out of the shower. The entire bathroom smelled like his strongly, yet freshly scented cosmetics. Seeing Richard in his work uniform and in his Nightwing suit is one thing, but seeing your partner clean and well-rested in the comfort of your shared apartment is another thing. Regardless of your lengthy relationship you still felt butterflies circling around in your stomach at this rare sight.

He wrapped his arms tightly around your hips and rested his chin in the crook of your neck, tickling you with his hair.

“Me too hun.” He responded while exhaling deeply against your bare, moist back. His warm embrace prolonged for another couple of seconds. You could easily tell Dick also felt sentimental about being home and being able to enjoy normal life. Whatever normal life means.

“Kay- I’ll let you do your thing now.” Before leaving the bathroom to start dressing up Dick took your face in his calloused hands and planted a quick kiss on your forehead. Dick crinkled his nose.

“God you’re pretty.” He was shaking his head on his way to your bedroom.

With a genuine smile on your face, you continued with the preparations.

You did not let slight sluggishness take over your body and you managed to get ready within an hour. Dick didn’t have the opportunity to see your outfit yet, after he had finished getting ready, he slumped on the sofa to watch TV and kill some time as he patiently waited for you to get ready. You walked into your living room and as soon as your partner heard your shoes click on the floor, he quickly turned to examine your look for the festive night.

“Oh wow- love. You look fantastic.” He quickly got up from the sofa to take a closer look. He soaked up the joy that you brought him with just your groomed appearance and a genuine smile, while eyeing you up and down with a huge grin plastered across his unwearied face.

Dick was wearing a black tuxedo paired with a white button up shirt, a black bowtie, and black oxfords. He also sported a watch with a black leather strap.

“You don't look too bad yourself sir…”

“—who am I kidding, GOD I love your hair! It’s so shiny!”

He chuckled at your answer and swept a strand of his thick bangs to the side.

“I think we should speed up this whole wedding thing and actually rent out a venue, you know?” you continued. After you said that your and Dick’s eyes laid on your engagement ring.

Dick sincerely cares about your wishes when it comes to retaining of your personal aesthetic, it took him a couple of visits at different jewelry shops in Gotham to choose a proper engagement ring. Despite knowing you well he still needed someone’s assistance - or rather mental reassurance that he’s making the right choice. That’s why Dick invited Bruce to participate in the important opting. They ended up choosing a white gold band with a small emerald-cut sapphire.

Talk about cheesiness. But the said cheesiness is one of the reasons why your bond was and is so strong. Your lives don’t stray from the hardships and sorrow in spite of the additional, demanding chapter that is your partner’s and your service as a literal heroes. Both Dick and you have your problems and traumas, but the two of you putting in the effort to communicate well, be patient and to keep your spirits up is what works well - as your relationship’s binder.

“And my hair is all that it takes for you to say that?”

“—I’m starting to get worried that we might be together just because you think I’m so fucking sexy.”

“We’re also together because of your humbleness…” Your answer caused Dick to roll his eyes. The grounding remark didn’t stop him from giving you a peck on the lips. As your lips parted, he threw a quick glance at his watch and slowly started going towards your kitchen. He went to grab a set of keys that was lying on the island, as well as a previously prepared bag of necessities such as band aids and emergency trainers.

“Are we ready my beautiful lady?” he offered you his arm in a jokingly chalant manner. You quickly grabbed your clutch bag and a coat.

“Ummm, I think we are now.” After double checking if you have everything that both of you needed to comfortably celebrate among your dearest companions as well as your precious gift, you started walking towards the door of your apartment.

Your best friends’ wish was to get married in Gotham City regardless of it being your usual work location. The ceremony was set to take place in a small palace, close to the border of the city. When you had arrived at the scene it was drizzling, the air felt very humid and had a pleasant earthy scent. But said weather didn’t interfere with the charm of such a special evening.

After the lovely wedding ceremony everyone drove to a beautifully decorated restaurant. The tables looked very minimalistic, even so the entire place was filled with beige and light pink flowers – carnations, lilies, roses. Artemis’ effort really paid off because the place looked both elegant and warm. Partially because of a gentle glow that bathed the entire area.

The newlyweds were beaming with happiness. They looked physically relaxed now that the official part of the evening was over. They were making sure to spare some time for every single guest, whether it was to chat with them or to take a picture. Right before one of the hot meals you managed to catch them and take the two to the side, in order to give them their special gift.

Both of them teared up when you and Dick handed them a large oil painting of the pair, which was based on a photo from a trip that the four of you went on a couple of years ago.

“There is no way! You guys! That’s beautiful, I really don’t know what to say…,” said Wally. Artemis was so taken aback that she remained silent while her now husband continued his thanks. Their eyes were glistening with happy tears and that warmed your heart.

You twirled with a slight laugh escaping your lips. Dick’s strong arms quickly embraced your figure to keep you closer to his warm body.

“I’m so glad we chose that photo for the painting. They were in awe.”

“I was in awe when I saw you in that outfit. You’re right, I’m getting us a venue tomorrow.”

“And you laughed at me when I complemented your hair!” you playfully smacked Dick’s chest. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your faux mad expression. That was the Y/N that he fell in love with.

He slumped his shoulders to close the distance between you two as you softly swayed to the rhythm of a slower song.

“I’m so glad that I have you angel.” He leaned into your ear and whispered.

“Soon to be Mrs. Grayson. All mine.”

If you get the “god you’re pretty" reference I love you.

Stay whelmed xx

Tori

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a1307s · 5 months

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Flickers of Green #2

(Dick Grayson & Jason Todd)

[Art is not mine! Credit to fish-goat]

Requested by: quirkyshortdumbo11

Keys:

Y/N: Your Name

Word Count: 6,214

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Cursing

Mentions of Death

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I walk out of the abandoned building, the sounds of my gunshot and the now-dead drug lord's screaming still ringing in my head.

Nowadays it seems that these sounds comfort me more than Bruce ever could. Fucking Bruce. I hate him. I hate Batman. I hate the Joker. I hate myself for letting Y/N die. For dragging her to her death. For not being able to save her. For me being the one that's alive.

I can't let guilt cloud my mind right now. It's hard to kill someone as you're feeling guilty for causing the death of someone else. I need something to clear my head, something to reset myself. Coffee should help, it always did when I was originally alive.

I glance around, trying to get my wits together and figure out where the nearest coffee shop is. I tug my phone out of my jacket, taking a glance at the time. Nine thirty-two. Late but not too late, except for coffee. I don't know if anywhere with a decent cup of Joe will be open. I don't need that watered-down bean soup shit they serve at gas stations.

Pamela's cafe will be open. They're always open. I don't want to go there though. The last thing I need is more memories of Y/N.

I do a quick Google search, hoping to find any other cafe open, but I don't. I don't need coffee, but I do need something to eat and a donut sounds so good right now. I can't even remember what a donut tastes like. I'll just have to eat my feelings alongside the donut then.

I pull up Google Maps, glancing over it quickly before heading towards the cafe. The plus side of Pamela's is that the staff is pretty chill with anything; heroes, villains, and citizens alike.

It seems that in the past couple of years, the girls on staff have been adopted by some of the villains. I see Ivy, Scarecrow, and Harley coming and going from there a lot.

When I was at the Iceberg Lounge - aka Penguin's bar, strip club, and not-so-underground business - he mentioned that he "keeps up" on the girls and pays some of their tuition. He also mentioned there's a new girl that started a couple of months ago and that she's "a feisty little one that doesn't fear shit". That coming from Penguin is a bit of an honor. Not many people can get a compliment like that from him.

Maybe I'll meet this feisty new girl tonight. Maybe I'll take her home. I could use the distraction. However, I don't usually end up doing anything with them when I do get them home. I usually just lose my shit cause it's not the same as it was with Y/N.

I switch between being mad and being indifferent about being unable to move on from her. She died only ever loving me, why can't I live only ever loving her?

The neon lights of the cafe cut into my line of sight along with cutting through my thoughts. I forgot how obnoxious all the neon was. Standing right outside the cafe is Penguin and a young girl. She's in the 50s dinner uniform Pamela's staff wears. She's also wrapped up in a fancy-looking coat.

I feel half bad for the girl. If she's working at a cafe, she can't afford a coat like that, which means it's from the Penguin. It's never good for anyone - much less a young girl - to be in debt to Penguin.

My pace slows as I approach them. "Come on Feisty, just let me pay for your courses. Then you wouldn't have to work so much."

"No, I'm good. I don't mind supporting myself." The girl's voice is soft but firm as she speaks. Maybe she isn't as stupid as I thought.

"Listen here you little bitch-"

"No, you listen here you fucking flightless bird," the girl yells back, causing a bit of laughter to brew in my chest. "I already told you I don't want your money and unlike most of the other girls, I don't owe you shit so back off."

"And if I don't?" He asks, starting to turn the head on his cane. Under the head is usually a knife that Penguin is known to use on people when he doesn't get his way.

The girl yanks the cane away before any damage can be done, causing shock in both the bird and me. "If you don't I'll stab you to death with your own cane. Go back to your dumb pimp square." Penguin stands there for a second, just staring at the girl before he walks away mumbling to himself. His wobble is more present than usual now that he doesn't have his cane to support him. The club owner wasn't kidding about this girl not being scared of anything, or at least she was good at pretending.

Now that the fat man isn't in the way, I'm able to see the girl he was talking to. As my eyes scan over her my mind both empties and explodes. Standing in the neon lights is the spitting image of Y/N, which is impossible... because she's dead.

Or is it? I'm technically dead and yet here I am. But if she was alive, she would have looked for me, right? Like I did for her? She would at least be at the manor, right? Bruce would take her back in or at the very least Dick would... right? Or maybe she didn't want to go back to them. Maybe she's mad at them too.

Y/N - I think it's her - turns on her heels, heading down the road. I need to follow her. If she is my Y/N I need to know. I need to be a hundred percent certain. At the very least, if it's not Y/N I should still watch the girl get home safe after she disagreed with Penguin.

What if it's not Y/N? What if it is? What if this is a trap? Is Al Ghul fucking with my head again? Did he set this up to trap me back within the League? Even if he did, I need to know what's going on. Just in case it is a trap, I stay hidden. I'll have the element of surprise if shit does go south.

I follow this girl, not paying much attention to where she's going but making sure to keep pace with her. If it is my Y/N I can't lose her again from careless mistakes.

My mind runs a mile a minute as I trail her. I need answers, I need to hold her, I need her to be Y/N.

Maybe-Y/N turns, making my heart race. Fear of losing her around the corner mixes with the joy of a split second of light enveloping her.

I catch a glimpse behind her ear. When we were twelve, right before Bruce took us in, we thought it would be a good idea to give each other stick-and-poke tattoos. We tattooed each other's names behind our ears. My name is there, behind her left ear, in my chicken scratch handwriting. It has to be her. There's no way Al Ghul could know about that. I don't even think Bruce knows about our matching tattoos.

My pace quicks as I slide around the corner after her. I need her. I need to tell her I'm here. I need - it's a trap.

Hands land on me, throwing me to my right. My boots slide against the gravel on the sidewalk, aiding in me losing my balance. I fall hard, harder than the Roman Empire.

On my way down, my helmet comes into contact with a trash can. The noise echoes within my disguise, promising to give me a headache.

"What the hell?" I bark, quickly getting back to my feet. I should have known this was too good to be true. I should have known it was a trap. I should have known to pay attention to my surroundings. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Once the sound rattling around my helmet quiets some I'm able to get a grip on my surroundings. Standing in front of me is Dick Grayson in his signature black and blue spandex suit. "Fucking Nightwing," I husk out, shaking my head to get the last of the echoes out.

"Hood," he answers, positioning himself for a throwdown.

From my last run-in with Bruce, it's evident he knows who I am. Despite his attempt to hide it, the Bat was throwing his punches. I'm guessing from the greeting that he didn't share his findings with Dick.

But fine, if a fight is what Nightwing wants, a fight is what he'll get. It shouldn't be difficult to get him down.

I cautiously walk toward him, preparing myself to swing. One easy hit. Just one to knock him down long enough for me to sneak off and find Y/N.

I swing at him, but he ducks. What a little shit. I don't want trouble, I just want to go find - he thinks I'm stalking her. Dick thinks I'm stalking Y/N. Does he know it's Y/N?

"Just move aside, Wing, it's not what you think," I call out louder than I meant to. I throw another punch, trying to get him down again. I don't have time for this. I don't have the want to explain who I am and who I'm chasing after.

Dick needs to get out of my way before I lose Y/N. I can't lose her again. I'd burn the Earth to a crisp before I let that happen.

My thoughts distract me, making me lag as Nightwing tries to sweep my feet out from under me. I almost managed to avoid it but do end up tripping a bit from my late reaction.

"You're a notorious killer chasing after a girl, what else am I supposed to think?" Grayson calls, his cocky attitude present in his words. Well, that answers my question; he doesn't know it's Y/N. Or who I am. Or maybe he does and doesn't want me to know that he's connected to her. I hate the hush-hush behaviors we both inherited from Bruce.

I stumble back, again causing my helmet to come into contact with more metal. I'm definitely going to have a piercing headache for the next couple of hours. Great.

As the object behind me catches my fall, my guns slide across it, reminding me of their presence. If he's not going to go down with physical force, a gunshot sure as hell will work.

Nightwing approaches me, pulling his weapon out from behind his back. He's mumbling, probably answering whoever is on the other end of his coms. Great, I'm going to have to go through Batman too to get to Y/N. If that's the case, so be it. Bruce's name is as good as carved into my bullets if that's what it takes to get Y/N back.

I take Nightwing's distraction as a chance to get the upper hand. Being the asshole I am, I sweep Nightwing's feet out from under him. It's what he deserves and quite good karma. He stumbles back, landing on his back a couple of steps ahead of me.

No time is wasted as I start closing the gap between us. My gun feels heavy in my hand as I pull it out. Richard made his own grave trying to get between Y/N and me again, but that doesn't mean I like laying him in it. I watch as he grabs for one of his sticks as I tower over him. He can try all he wants but it won't stop me; nothing will stop me. Y/N will be safe from him, from Bruce, from the life I dragged her into it.

I level the barrel to his head debating if I should just end it here. It would be quite the message to Batman. "Lady don't!" A young voice screams out.

I glance up to find who else is present but before I can my eyes lock on Y/N. She's rushed and flustered as she races towards me. Before I can stop her, she's shoving the gun up towards the sky. "Don't shoot!" She shouts, her words followed by the sound of the gun going off.

Fear flickers through me before my senses come in. Y/N isn't shot, she can't be, the gun is pointed too high.

She stands in front of me, anger rooted in her eyes as she looks at me. There are flickers of green mixed in with her normal eye color. I take in the rest of her, letting my mind go silent as I look her over. Y/N has a strand of grey mixed in her hair, just like me. She has to be alive because of the Laza pit. She has the same greying hair and recent green added to her eyes, just like me. Mine were caused because of the pit, so hers have to be because of it too, right? Is she suffering from the same side effects I did because of the pit?

"What the fuck is your problem, you daft cow?" Y/N yells, tugging the weapon from my hand before I can stop her. I have to stop myself from laughing at the situation. It's too much like it was when we were younger. Dick and me going toe-to-toe and Y/N swooping in to break us up once again.

"Don't stand there and look dumb at me. What do you think you're doing?" She repeats herself, her attention turning towards the gun.

I shift to point it down, so she doesn't accidentally shoot herself, but she beats me to it. The barrel is pointed at the open pavement between our feet as her hands work on disconnecting the bullets from the gun.

Y/N's fingers look smooth and soft as they work. I want to touch them. I want to hold them in my hands. I want to press kisses into them. I want to touch her. I want to know she's real.

"I..." I start, my mouth feels heavy and suddenly full of cotton. "Hi." The word sounds loud when it tumbles out.

"Hello," Y/N says back, her eyes sparkling. The color I've grown so used to comforts me despite the newly added flickers of green. She's so bright and here and alive.

Her focus stays on me for a beat longer as she hands me back my gun. Our fingers bumping into each other, sending shivers up my spine. She's alive.

I let the feeling envelop me as my eyes switch from her face to staying locked on the shitty tattoo behind her ear. My mind is on overtime, running through a million questions even as Y/N moves up and down in front of me. I can hear her voice as she talks to Dick but it's hard to focus on processing her words.

My eyes snap back up as Y/N stands. She whispers something, the words lost in her uncomfortableness. Am I making her upset? Is Dick? I glance around her to hopefully see what shifted her tone. Since being distracted, Bruce's new Robin has appeared in front of us. Is he making her upset?

Y/N starts walking away, causing panic about losing her to wash over me. Before I can stop myself, I reach out for her, my hand wrapping around her arm to stop her movements. "Let..." I start again, my mouth still feeling dry, and it gets drier as Y/N turns towards me. "Let me walk you home." The words come out quieter than I thought they would.

Her eyes harden as she looks at me and shakes me off of her. "What the fuck is with all you superheroes? Two days ago, I had a frantic Batman shoving hundred-dollar bills into my hand. You have been trailing me for three blocks, you-" So she knows I was behind her? Does she know it's me? Does she not remember Bruce is Batman? What does she remember?

I shake my head again, trying to Etch-A-Sketch the thoughts out of my head. I focus my attention back on Y/N. Her hands are on her hips, her right one popped out. I want to touch her again. I want to put my hands on her hips. I want to feel her between my fingers. I want to feel her warmth against me. I want-

My thoughts are cut off again when Dick starts touching her. "I... Y/N?" Dick says his tone as quiet as mine was. All the love-struck feelings wash out of me and are replaced with anger and jealousy. I don't want him touching her. I should be touching her. She's mine. She's always been mine. What the fuck does Dick think he's doing?

"Good guess," Y/N answers, her figure relaxing some. Does she remember that Grayson is Nightwing? Why does she remember that but not that Bruce is Batman? Does she like him touching her?

"Y/N?" He repeats, his face scrunched up in confusion. He needs to stop touching her before I lose my shit.

Almost as if Y/N can read my thoughts, she shrugs him off and starts walking away again. "That's my name, don't wear it out." Her tune is light and happy, making butterflies flap around my stomach. Nightwing and I stay frozen, watching her slip out of the alleyway before vanishing from our sight.

Dick's attention turns back towards me. His eyes are watery. Apparently, I'm not the only secret Bruce has been keeping from him, how in tune for the bat. "What's next? You going to end up being Jason Todd?" He asks, a sad laugh following. It tinges my heart, almost making me regret being willing to kill him a few minutes ago.

I hum a bit, turning towards the direction Y/N went in as I think about what I'm going to do. I start heading after her before changing my mind. I know she's alive and in town. That's all that matters. It'll be best for her if I back off, give her time to think over the event, and give Dick time to tattle to Bruce so I can see how they'll react. I glance at Nightwing behind me before opening my mouth again, "We both know that Y/N being alive isn't the only secret Bruce Wayne is hiding from the world."

I let the words hang behind me as I walk away. Waiting to go after Y/N also gives me time to think over what I'm going to do. If she doesn't remember parts of her life - if any of it - I don't need to scare her away by coming off too strong.

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My heart jumps around as I walk up the path from the other day. The neon lights are still obnoxious as fuck, but I don't mind. Y/N will be there. I know she will. I've been watching her, keeping tabs on her, getting the hang of her schedule. I know, I know, I know. I sound like a stalker. But it's not stalking. It's... intel collecting.

I know she'll be here. She works until nine-thirty, so unlike the other night, I come in earlier, so I have time to see her. Time to talk to her. I also know they're not too busy at night so the cafe will at least be mostly empty, if not completely deserted.

From my stalk- intel collecting, I know Dick came in earlier to talk to her. I don't know what they talked about though. I don't know if I want to know. It pissed me off seeing Dick with Y/N. Pissed me off seeing him touch her again. Pissed me off seeing the smile that stayed on her face even after she left the cafe for class.

What does Dick think he's doing? I'm not stupid or blind. Hell, even a blind man can see how down-hard Dick is for Y/N. Even when we were younger, he pretty much had hearts in his eyes anytime Y/N was around. She wanted me last time; she'll want me this time too... I think.

The jingle of the bell on the door competes with my heartbeat for space in my ears. Sitting in one of the bar chairs at the coffee island is Y/N. Scarecrow is next to her, helping her with her chemistry homework. I'm not thrilled about this arrangement but at least Y/N is getting the academic help she needs.

"Hello!" Y/N peeps out, sending a smile at me as her attention turns away from Scarecrow. Her eyes soften when she focuses on me. "It's you again."

"It's me again," I mumble, taking slow steps towards her.

Scarecrow stands up, placing himself between Y/N and me. He's always been a small man, even when I was a kid, but he seems even smaller nowadays. "Again?" He asks, trying to look intimidating. He's barely intimidating when he's in his suit, and definitely isn't when he's dressed like a civilian.

"Again," Y/N peeps up, her voice still airy and soft. The same voice that used to whisper sweet nothings into my ear until I fell asleep most nights. "Helmet man here walked me home after I argued with Penguin the other night."

"You got into an argument with Penguin?" Crow asks, turning his attention from me to Y/N. "What did he want?"

"You know, the usual. He wants me in debt to him for another body to do his bidding," She teases a soft smile on her face in an attempt to comfort Crow. Scarecrow shifts around a bit glancing at me a few times.

I step aside, standing next to the skinny man and joining him looking at Y/N. She's so pretty, even out of her style and in the dumb uniform for the cafe. "Can I buy you a coffee?" I ask her, slowly tugging my helmet off as well as making sure the mask under it stays in place. The last thing I need is Scarecrow knowing I'm Jason Todd.

"Look at you, pulling all the guys today," Crow half teases, sending glares my way.

"I guess so," Y/N says, her smile even bigger as she scans over my face. Maybe she does know who I am.

"I have something to deal with. Will you be okay if I leave?" Crow asks, his attention not being pulled from me.

"I'll be fine. I'm pretty confident that I can take him if need be." Y/N giggles at herself, pulling a soft chuckle from Crow as well. He nods at her before turning on his heels and walking off. "What do you want to drink?" She asks, standing up and sliding behind the counter.

"I'll have whatever you're going to have." She hums, starting to make whatever it is she's making. I watch her move around, my eyes drinking in every moment. Memories flow in and out as I watch her. Memories of her hands on me, her lips on me, of her laugh, of her. "What do you think he's off to go do?" I ask, being careful not to call him Scarecrow in case she doesn't know. It would be better if Y/N didn't know; it would be one less person to protect her from.

She hums, her hands working at pouring our drinks out. "He's probably going to go line the fog machines in the Iceberg with fear gas. He gets pretty pissy when Penguin fucks with the staff." So, she does know. Is that good or bad? Probably good in this situation. "Here you go," She murmurs, pushing my cup towards me before walking back around the counter with her drink.

Y/N slides back into her seat, patting the one next to her. I obey, sitting down. Her eyes stay locked on me, the flickers of green swirling around them as she stares. The space is quiet, the only sound being us sipping on our coffees. "Are you stalking me?" She asks, filling in the space and causing me to choke a bit.

My lungs force out a cough in an attempt to counteract my choking. Y/N's eyes stay locked on me, the green standing out as she watches. "I... no?" Why the fuck did that come out as a question? That's pretty counterproductive. "No, I'm not." That's better... maybe.

She hums again, sipping on her coffee as she thinks over my answer. "Defiantly seems like you're stalking me. Most people don't sneak around and follow me all day." Once again silence falls between us. How am I supposed to respond to that?

Y/N sits in silence, enjoying her coffee as she watches me. Even though I know she's suspicious of me, I still find comfort in her gaze. "I don't remember much of my life before six months ago so if I'm supposed to know you, I'm not avoiding you. I just don't know who you are, so you don't need to sneak around me; you just need to talk to me. Well, and be patient please." She says, being the one to break the silence again.

Oh... So, she doesn't know anything. That's... scary. For many reasons. "Is there anything you do remember?" I ask, gently pushing my coffee back and forth between my hands.

"Snip bits of stuff. Though some things have started coming back since I ran into Nightwing and you. Some more came back after my coffee chat with Richard Grayson too."

Don't fucking say his name. Don't say it. You should be saying my name. Should be remembering stuff because of me. Not because of fucking Dick. "Oh ya?" I peep out, glaring ahead of me at the menu instead of focusing my anger on Y/N.

"Mmhmm..." She falls silent, nodding her head back and forth as if she's trying to wiggle her thoughts around. "Helmet man-"

"Red Hood," I say, cutting her off with my correction.

I turn my attention back to her, being met with her eyes already on me. "You're my Jason, right?"

"Ya," I push out, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. The word 'my' repeats nonstop in my head, bouncing around my brain as I try to sort through my feelings of bliss.

"I think I love you," She whispers, her hand dipping back behind her ear to mess with her tattoo.

The bliss is all washed away once the words hit my ears. She thinks she loves me? Does she not remember loving me? Of course not, Y/N doesn't remember anything. Well, at least a small piece of her remembers me. Remembers me enough to know she's supposed to love me and that's good enough. There's enough hope there for me to build on.

"Well, I know I love you," I whisper back, keeping my eyes on her to see her reaction. She's still looking at me, her eyes shining.

She hums a bit, tilting her head as she scans me again. "Can I take your mask off?" Y/N asks, her hands slow and gentle as they slide over my cheeks and come into contact with the mask covering my eyes.

"Ya."

Her fingers are soft as they snap off my mask. The joy drains from me as the warmth from her touch is removed. "Your eyes are green... I remember them being blue," Y/N says, her fingertips soon back on my cheeks.

I can feel my cheeks heating up, both from a blush and the hands present on my skin. "They used to be, now they're green." Y/N hums, running her fingers over my cheekbones before sliding them into my hair. I let my eyes close, soaking in her touches. It's calming, being able to be so close to her again, feeling her touch me again, feeling proof that she's alive. I lean forward a bit, getting close enough to feel Y/N's soft breathing coat my face. "Can..." Asking to kiss her might be a little much right now. Maybe I shouldn't ask.

"Can you what?" Y/N prompts, her hands dropping down to my shoulders.

My eyes snap open and once again they're met with the familiar color and the newly added flickers of green. Why did she only get slivers and mine completely changed color? "Can I take you on a date?" I finally ask, shifting a bit so our noses are touching. God, I want to kiss her. I want to hold her. I want her in every way possible. It's going to kill me having to work back up to that.

"I'd like that, Jason."

Yes. God, yes. "Say my name again," I mumble, rubbing my nose against hers.

"Jason," She whispers, bopping my nose with her own before pulling away from me.

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Butterflies flap around my stomach, threatening to come up in a not-pretty way. My hands shake as I lift one to knock on the door of Y/N's apartment. The knocking feels loud as I do it. Maybe I knocked too loud.

The door swings open soon after, the door frame filling with the image of Y/N. She's dressed up with her hair down to cup her face. "Hi," I breathe out, my eyes drinking her in. She's so pretty, so perfect, so alive.

"Hello," she answers back, her eyes glancing at my hand. "You got me flowers?" Y/N asks, leaning against the door frame.

"Oh ya," I bark out, definitely too loud, as I push the bouquet toward her. I couldn't decide what flowers to get so I ended up getting three different bouquets and had the lady mix them. "Your favorite flowers are orange roses, but I didn't know if you still liked them or not, so I panicked and got more flowers than you probably need or want." That was dumb. Why did I say that? I feel like a thirteen-year-old with his first crush again.

"I still like orange roses," Y/N tells me, taking the flowers from me before walking back through the door. I follow after her, making sure to close the door behind me. Her apartment is small but cozy. There's not much in her home either but I guess that's expected since Y/N doesn't know herself.

There is a small couch and one of those old, bulky, shitty TVs tucked into her living room. The apartment smells nice, like pork and chili pepper. A million different dishes are stacked up around her countertop in the kitchen. "What are you making?" I ask her, sliding my jacket off before laying it on the couch.

"I'm making Pozole. I remember you liking it. Or I think you liked it. Somebody did at least," She mumbles a bit, keeping her attention to the pot on the stove in front of her.

"I like pozole. Alfred and you used to make it for me all the time."

Y/N's eyes light up at my words, making my chest fill with the warmth of joy. I walk into the cramped kitchen, making sure to stay out of her way as I stand in her presence. I watch her like a hawk as she works away, letting the warmth of the stove and the smell of dinner fill the space between us. For the first time in two years, I finally feel okay, finally feel at peace.

"You didn't answer my question the other day," I voice, sliding in closer to her. I want to hold her; I want to wrap my arms around her waist. I debate it for a second. I don't want to scare her off.

"What question?" Y/N asks, glancing at me before turning back to her project at hand.

"Is there anything you remember from our - er - your life?"

Y/N snaps the heat off, continuing to stir the pot as she thinks it over. "There's not a lot I do remember. I'm starting to remember this dude named Wally, I think. I don't know. I'm going to talk to Dick about him tomorrow. I remember a bit about Dick too but not much. I remember a bit about you... about us." Her eyes glance at me, before turning back to our dinner. She picks up some heat absorbers, wrapping them around the pot before setting it on a cutting board on the counter.

She's talking to Dick? About her memories? Or lack thereof, I guess. I don't want her talking to him. What's he going to say to her? What has he already said to her? What ideas is he putting into Y/N's head? Has Dick tried anything with her?

"What do you remember about us?" I ask, trying to push for more information as I try to forget my worried thoughts.

Y/N floats around the kitchen, taking out dishes for our food. My eyes trail her as she moves around the small space. "Umm... I remember us kissing a lot."

I chuckle a bit at that response. We do - did kiss a lot. We did other things a lot too. "Ya, ya we kissed a lot. We were very... touchy." Y/N giggles a bit as she makes our plates. My eyes keep glancing from her face to her hips. I really want to touch her. Before I can stop myself, I push off the counter I'm leaning on and wrap her up in me. My hands are firm on her hips and her back is pressed into my chest as I bury my head into her neck.

Y/N stiffens a bit in my hold before relaxing her muscles again. "We danced a lot too," I mumble into her neck, softly shifting her hips so we can sway together. She sways with me, her body weight feeling so good against mine. "You liked to read out loud to me too."

"Do you not know how to read?" She teases, shifting in my hold so we're face to face.

"I know how to read, I just read too slow for your liking."

"Oh ya?"

"Absolutely not, I just like your voice," I answer, lifting my head from her neck and placing our noses next to each other.

Y/N's hands slide up my arms, resting on my shoulders. "Our favorite book is The Great Gatsby, ya?"

My heart swells a bit at her words. "Ya, it is," I whisper, trying to focus my eyes on hers instead of her lips. It doesn't work so I decide to close my eyes, letting myself focus on her body heat instead. We stay silent, sitting like this, with me holding her. I could stay like this forever.

"Could you kiss me?" Y/N mumbles, shifting in my hold.

My eyes snap open, taking in her face. I roll the words over in my head. I already thought holding her was much for a "first date" and now she's asking me to kiss her? Maybe this is a trap. Maybe I'm making her feel like we have to move fast. Maybe Al Ghul is fucking with my head somehow. "Why?" I peep out, loosening my grip on her.

"Well, my therapist says doing stuff I used to do can help with my memories coming back. We were together ya?"

"Ya, we still are." Her face pinches some as her body stiffens again. Maybe I shouldn't have said that. It isn't fair of me to expect a relationship from Y/N. She doesn't even know who she is, let alone who I am.

"Well, I thought maybe kissing you again would help. We don't have to-"

"I really want to kiss you," I say, cutting her off, and tightening my grip on her again. Y/N's hands slide to the back of my neck, her fingers shaking a bit against my skin but her body relaxes again. "Close your eyes," I mumble, sliding my nose against hers again.

Y/N obeys, fluttering her eyes shut. I take my time, trailing kisses across her nose, her eyes, and her cheeks, before placing myself above her mouth. I soak this scene in for a second before closing the gap between us. Her lips are soft against mine and taste like mint gum.

I shift my hands up, cupping her neck with one and softly dipping the other into her hair. All my need and want and love is boiled into the kiss. Our lips shift against each other for a while, the kiss getting heated way more than it meant.

As my lungs start burning, Y/N pulls back, making me a bit sad. I'd gladly suffocate to death from her kiss. "Jason," She murmurs, her words a little slurred.

"Say it again," I whisper back, tilting my head so our lips are close again.

"Jason," She mutters again. Her lips brush against mine as she speaks.

Fucking Christ. This is too hot, too heated, too much for her right now but I can't stop thinking about hearing her whisper my name all night. "I can't wait for you to fall in love with me again," I say, keeping my tone at a whisper as I glance over her face.

"Why is that?" Y/N asks, her fingers tangling into my hair.

"Because I still love you so fucking much."

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mlmxreader · 1 month

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Quizzical | John Constantine x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Hi, I hope it's not too late to request John Constantine with the prompt "It must be magic, how inside your eyes, I see my destiny" of your list? ❞

: ̗̀➛ However he does it is a mystery, but John always finds a way to surprise you.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, VERY VERY mild sex references

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Stretching out on your sofa, John made himself more than at home; his shoes were chucked aside somewhere between the fireplace and the sofa, and his coat had long been tossed to the floor somewhere he didn’t actually care to look.

His tie was completely undone, sitting open against his off-white shirt as he watched you go about picking his things up and putting them away properly; he smiled, tilting his head to the side and watching you curiously.

Of all the beings in the world that he had been with, John kept finding himself coming back to you every single time; he thought at first that maybe it was just the overnight stays, but he soon pushed that aside when he realised that it was something else.

No, you were different. Maybe it was the fact that you didn’t pry, or that you understood almost completely what it was like for him; maybe it was just the fact that you were more open and more accepting and welcoming of him than anybody else in the world.

He put his feet up, relaxing and closing his eyes as he yawned softly; a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth for just a moment too long that you noticed, smacking his ankle to grab his attention.

“Oi! If you’re gonna sit there like bloody King Shit of Dung Manner, least you could do is go and make a fuckin’ butty, would ya?”

John grinned, spreading his legs so that one slipped off of the sofa, giving you more than enough room to sit between his legs as he looked you up and down eagerly. “Now why would I do that, eh?”

You wanted to roll your eyes and to chastise him for not doing anything for you while you were expected to clean up after him, but you could only sigh as you raked a hand down your face and shrugged. “Maybe because I have to put up with Bruce Wayne every fucking day?”

“You wanted the job,” he pointed out. “If you didn’t wanna be his assistant, you wouldn’t’ve taken the job. You said so yourself that you was happy enough working as his social whatever manager.”

“Social media manager,” you huffed. “And I was! I really was! But the money is better, and the hours are… less demanding.”

“So don’t complain,” John chuckled, lying back with a smug hum. “I might be your boyfriend, but I’m not your fuckin’ job advisor.”

You paused, stunned for a moment as you looked at him quizzically; he had never used that word before, and you were almost certain that being your actual boyfriend was not something that he would have ever wanted.

He was John Constantine, for crying out loud - he didn’t do relationships. But when you didn’t answer for far too long for his comfort, he raised a brow, looking at you like he was expecting you to say something and he was hooked on every little noise you would make until you spoke.

“What?” He asked, furrowing his brows. “Cat your bleeding tongue?”

You shook your head, trying to come to your senses as you sighed and attempted to put the words completely together for once. “No, just… you never said that you were my boyfriend before… and I never thought that’s what you… what you wanted.”

John didn’t seem phased as he gestured at the room around him. “Well, what’d you call the bloke who sleeps with you nearly every night, constantly calls, and is always hanging around?”

“I… I dunno,” you whispered softly. “I guess I just never… never really thought about it because you didn’t bring it up or nothing…”

He hummed, squirming to sit upright before leaning back slightly and resting on his arm. “Well, we’re talking about it now, ain’t we?”

“Yeah, I guess,” you murmured. “Is that… is that what you want? To be my boyfriend, I mean, is that what you want?”

He nodded. “I wouldn’t’ve said it if I didn’t mean it.”

You nodded back, chewing at the inside of your lip. “So it’s settled, then… now, go make me a sandwich, yeah?”

John rolled his eyes as he moved to get off of the sofa, but he paused to quickly press a soft kiss to your lips before he moved away; you almost missed his presence when he wandered into the kitchen, but you couldn’t deny that there was something… off about the way he kissed you.

It wasn’t hungry and harsh like it usually was, and it wasn’t filled with heat and neediness like normal. It was sweet and soft, and chaste and unexpecting.

You chewed at the inside of your lip, thinking about what it could have possibly meant; of course, you knew that you would probably have to let Bruce down from now on, as he often took you with him as his plus one to events and galas and such - but now you would probably have to tell him that you couldn’t do that, as you were with John and you didn’t want him to think that you and Bruce were a couple.

“Alright,” John announced as he sauntered back in, wiping his hands on his shirt. “I got the cheese on toast going at the moment, I’ll chuck some jam on it once it’s done.”

You hummed as you looked at him, almost shocked. “Yeah, yeah, thank you.”

“You alright?” He asked, furrowing his brows as he came to sit beside you.

“Just thinking,” you told him softly, dismissively shaking your head. “Y’know, I’m probably gonna have to tell Bruce, I mean-”

“You’ve been going out with him to all that fancy shit for yonks and I’ve never gotten jealous before,” he pointed out. “Don’t intend to, either. Trust me, it must be magic, how inside your eyes, I see my destiny - and it must be magic if Bruce Wayne ever thinks he’s gonna get in your trousers.”

You laughed quite loudly, playfully shoving him. “You’re an ass!”

“Meh,” he slung his arm around your shoulders. “You love me.”

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ghostfacesvalentine · 7 months

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HALLOWEEN DAY 10: Trick or Treat - Harley Quinn x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Harley Quinn x Fem!Reader

Warnings: N/A

Type: One Shot

Request: N/A

Word Count: 838

Prompt: Harley and the reader give out candy on the day of Halloween

Notes: This one was kind of short, my bad, but honestly very wholesome

Halloween had to be both you and Harleys favorite holiday. This and Christmas was a time that Harley took seriously.

The decorations in your flat were outstanding, orange lights glowing all over the place, all kinds of pumpkins and bat cut outs hanging everywhere. Not to mention, Harley took the liberty to get pumpkin flavored everything to stock up on.

Tonight was the big night. Harley had worked so hard on her princess costume, making it from scratch. You decided you’d be a fairy, to which she obliged, getting to work on your dress as well. To say you were fortunate to have Harley as a girlfriend was an understatement.

Sometimes the kids that lived in the same building would stop by to trick or treat, maybe there wasn’t as many visitors as you’d have if you lived in your own house, but either way it was fun.

Harley loved to give out candy with you and eat some of it, though she always tells you it wasn’t her, even with chocolate stains on the corners of her mouth. It was kind of cute. “Why do your lips taste like starbursts then?” You’d tease her, raising an eyebrow as you looked for her response. She’d only shrug, making an “I don’t know” expression.

There was glitter everywhere, pink glitter coming from Harley’s train dress, sparkling all across the kitchen and dining area. You were nothing short of your own mess, before you could tease her about it, there was lilac glitter mixed into it as well.

The dresses were surely beautifully handmade by your beloved, but there was no way out of the mess. Harley jumped around when she heard the first knock at the door. “Treaters!” She squealed out as she ran towards the entrance. Yanking the candy bowl off the table next to the door, dropping a few candies in the process. Jerking the door open, she greeted the strangers before her, eagerly wanting to address each one.

You placed the pan of Halloween cookies on the kitchen counter, looking back to Harley as she passed out the candy, taking her time to compliment each kid and even hold a tiny conversation with them. All of which made you smile.

Even after all she’s been through, Harley still found the way to stay positive and spread kindness to those who seemed defenseless. She still had the more wholesome moments you were able to see, such as these.

Waving to each visitor goodbye, she closed the door shut, setting the bowl aside and looked for you. As you stood next to the kitchen island, head sideways as you admired your beloved. Harley galloped to you with her ear to ear grin, her arms latched onto you as she squealed in excitement. “Did ya see Maleficent!?” She looked to you with her wide full-of-love eyes.

You looked to her in awe of her overwhelming joy, nodding up and down as a laugh descended from your lips. It was then that there was a knock on the door again. “Come on!” Harley exclaimed as she tugged your arm to come with her. “Harley! The pizza’s still in the oven darling!”

Shuddering as you remembered the last time you two tried to cook the Italian delight, there were sprinklers going off in the building and in the end, you both had to order take out.

Harley swung open the door, looking around eagerly to the new set of trick or treaters. “Boba Fett, Sleeping beauty, a vampire countess, a pirate and a wolf!” She shifted her gaze to each one, her smile seemed to increase as she guessed each one. You surrendered the candy into each open bag, giving the treaters a wink as Harley complimented their costumes.

“Okay Harley come on, they’ve got to get to the next door.” You pulled her by her arm as you both dismissed the smiling faces. Both looking to each other with brimming faces. “You know Ms. Quinn, you happen to be the prettiest princess I’ve ever seen.” Harley smiled wide as she heard your compliment “And you Ms. Quinn are the prettiest fairy I’ve ever known to exist!” Harley pressed her lips against your cheek, over and over until you were covered in pecks.

You were in awe of her use of her last name of you, your cheeks pestered themselves in pink as she kissed you repeatedly. “Well then I guess we just kinda go together don’t you think?” You winked to the pink dressed princess. “I never second guessed it” Harley pulled you into a kiss, pouring all her admiration of you into your lips. It was nothing less of how she usually initiated kisses, but nevertheless, it was always something you yearned for.

It didn’t take long for the beeping to alert you of the readiness of your dinner. Your eyes fluttered open, looking to Harley with big eyes. “Pizza” You murmured as you leaped over the side of the coffee table and made your way into the kitchen.

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girl-its-envy · 9 months

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is there a nsfw discord riddler fic where y/n is a discord kitten or am i gonna have to get to work?

#riddler x reader #Joking #unless..?#dc x reader #dc oneshot #riddler x y/n #the batman 2022 #sub edward nashton #paul dano riddler #paul dano #batman #the batman #edward nashton #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton smut

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your-local-simp-writers · 9 months

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The Pleasure of Understanding

Word Count: 694

Warnings: None

Red Robin (Tim Drake) x Fem!Reader ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

It was another night in Gotham, and Red Robin and (Y/N) were on a mission together. They had been partners for quite some time now, and their dynamic was undeniable. Both highly skilled, they worked in perfect harmony as they navigated the dark and dangerous streets.

After thwarting a group of criminals, they retreated to a rooftop to catch their breath. The adrenaline was still coursing through their veins, and (Y/N) couldn't help but feel grateful for the unwavering support she had in Tim.

"You're getting better and better with your moves," Tim complimented, his voice slightly muffled by the mask.

(Y/N) grinned, feeling a sense of pride at his words. "Coming from you, that means a lot," she replied.

Tim chuckled softly, a rare moment of lightheartedness for the usually stoic hero. "Well, I do have a knack for spotting potential," he said.

The two heroes shared a brief, knowing glance before returning their attention to the city below. (Y/N) appreciated Tim's ability to read her without needing to say a word, and she knew he valued the same from her.

"It's all in the report," Tim finally spoke again, referring to the thorough analysis he had prepared before their mission.

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow, playfully challenging him. "Have you ever seen me read a report?" she teased.

Tim's lips quirked into a smirk, his eyes meeting hers. "Then you should start reading the reports I write," he countered.

(Y/N) laughed softly, a warm affection for Tim evident in her eyes. "But then I wouldn't have the pleasure of listening to you telling me about it," she said.

His smirk softened into a gentle smile. "I suppose you have a point there," he admitted.

As they continued their patrol, (Y/N) found herself feeling more at ease with Tim than she had with anyone else. There was a mutual understanding between them that went beyond their roles as heroes. They had grown up together in a way, sharing their triumphs and struggles with each other.

"I remember when we first met," (Y/N) said, breaking the silence. "You were this scrawny kid trying to prove himself."

Tim's expression turned slightly serious, a hint of vulnerability shining through. "Yeah, I wanted to make a difference. To be more than just a sidekick," he replied.

"You've done more than that," (Y/N) reassured him. "You're a hero in your own right, Tim. Don't ever forget that."

He nodded, grateful for her words. "Thank you," he said softly.

As they continued their patrol, a sudden downpour caught them by surprise. Tim cursed under his breath, clearly displeased by the sudden change in weather.

(Y/N) couldn't help but laugh at his reaction. "You look like a wet cat," she teased.

His eyes narrowed playfully, and he retaliated with a mock glare. "I'd like to see you handle a downpour like this," he shot back.

Without missing a beat, (Y/N) grinned mischievously and reached for her utility belt, pulling out a small, compact umbrella. "Always be prepared," she said, unfolding the umbrella with a flick of her wrist.

Tim stared at her, a mix of surprise and admiration evident in his eyes. "You never cease to amaze me," he said, a hint of awe in his voice.

As they huddled under the umbrella, their shoulders brushing against each other, (Y/N) felt a sense of comfort and closeness with Tim. It was moments like these that reminded her why she enjoyed working with him so much.

In the midst of the rain and chaos of Gotham, Tim and (Y/N) found solace in each other's presence. They understood each other in a way that went beyond words, a connection that ran deep.

As they continued their patrol through the rain-soaked city, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the bond she shared with Tim. They were more than just partners—they were friends, allies, and confidants.

And in that understanding, they found strength and support in each other. They faced the darkness of Gotham together, knowing that they had someone to rely on, no matter the storm.

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dickmedowndc · 2 years

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Artist's Muse - Bart Allen x Artistic!Reader

Word Count: 1,898

Summary: Reader is drawing outside, minding their own business at first. But inspiration is not coming so easily today – until someone catches your eye. Though he is sitting a few feet away from you, he appears to be relaxed as he lays back relaxed, talking with his friends every so often. Struck by the desire to draw, you find the sketch on the page looking more and more like him, too engrossed in the art to realize that you have been caught.

Note: Have I seen this prompt done about a hundred times over with all kinds of characters across all kinds of fandom? Yep, and now you’re getting my spin on it!

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Your fingers were gripped tight around your pencil, face set into a scowl. You wanted to draw. You knew you did. But nothing was sparking your interest. You had come to the park in an attempt to find a muse. But as you tried to sketch the landscape, the trees, children playing, or the birds hopping about, you found that nothing was working. The lines on the page were not as you wanted them to look. Like they refused to connect. The images both in your line of sight and in your head failed to translate onto the paper. You were ready to call it a day and head home, frustrated still that you could not drag yourself out of your slump. Art block had been your closest companion for weeks now, and it had you ready to toss your beloved sketchbook out the window.

Instead, you closed your eyes, looking up at the sky and taking a deep breath. Maybe, if you could just take a few moments, you could at least enjoy what was left of the day now that the sun was setting. There was no sense in wasting what remained of the daylight and going back home upset. Finally opening your eyes, you reach for your water bottle to take a sip, glancing at the area surrounding you.

Most of the people left were teenagers, or other young adults. Parents were beginning to round their children up to usher them back off home, older couples seemed content to call it a day and walked back to wherever they had parked. A few groups of younger individuals seemed ready to part ways for the day and you could see them wave each other off. Some evening joggers were beginning to arrive, and you could spot a few individuals that you recognized as regulars. However, just a few feet in front of you, to your right and past the tree, you noticed a group of friends you had not seen earlier in the day.

You wish you could say you knew when they had arrived, but you had been deeply engrossed in your vain attempts at art, and had blocked out the surrounding world. The group seemed to keep your attention, laughing loudly at a joke one of them made, though you were too far away to hear anything else. Interested, willing to try your hand once more at art, you position yourself to see them a bit better without grabbing their attention, your back now against the tree.

Initially you only notice three of them, until they glance down and you realize a younger man is laying on the grass, eyes closed and arms tucked behind his head. While he never moves from his spot, you can see his mouth moving and hear the uproar of laughter that follows. He seems pleased with their response and you can just make out a smile on his face as well.

Your breath catches for a moment and you find yourself far more enamored with him than his friends. Your original idea had been to draw the blonde girl – an attempt at catching her mirth, and their friends had their backs turned to you for the most part. Instead, you could feel yourself flipping the page to something cleaner, still looking at the guy laying down.

The lighting was just right, vibrant hues of gold, orange, and pink saturated the sky, with clouds scattering across and lit up in the evening light. He seemed to be laying almost perfectly underneath the horizon, a brilliant halo of color around him. But the contrast of the sky and the deep green of the grass he was laying on was beautiful enough, and you could not help but admit he was attractive as well. Only half aware of your surroundings you glanced down, making sure you had brought plenty of colored pencils. While you may not have enough time to color, you wanted to try.

Finally feeling the rush of creativity, you looked back down, beginning to sketch him out. You notice, absently, that you are not including his friends in this, but cannot bring yourself to correct it. He is in your peripheral enough to see his entire body, unobscured by his friends. Every so often you need to look up, and you thank whatever deity above that he seems content enough to not move. Still in the same position every time. Absently, you thank them a second time that his friends seem too caught up with themselves to notice you studying their auburn-haired friend as you try to get his features right on your sketch.

And while the looks you keep sending his way are not enough to catch their attention, unbeknownst to you, your murmuring is heard by one of them. Though he is sure you don’t realize you are doing it, he risks a glance. You are far too busy looking at Bart to realize you have been noticed and he turns to the speedster. “Looks like you have an admirer,” he quips. At Kon’s words, both Tim and Cassie stop as well, looking up to where you are still furiously scribbling.

“I noticed.” The smug drawl in his voice has them all snickering again before the group manages to compose themselves once more.

“How long?” It is Cassie who speaks this time, gazing down at her friend.

“They started drawing me a while ago,” he shrugs, but otherwise Bart does not move. “I’m gonna go ask to see it when they stop.”

It is then that you finally look up again, only to see a grin on his face while he is looking at his friend. His eyes are open as well, but you cannot see what color they are from where you sit. You linger on that thought more than you would care to admit. But just as quickly he returns to the same relaxed pose that he had been in for the extent of your drawing and you finish the last of the details you need.

The sun was too far down now – and the colors has since faded. Stars were beginning to dance above the park. As many as could be seen from the city at least. Taking another look at your art, you put away your pencil, satisfied with the way your work had come out. Your unknowing muse had been not only fun to draw, but had been an amazing model. Though you almost felt guilty for not asking you pushed it aside. It seemed that nobody had noticed you looking up at him, so hopefully your glances had been fast enough.

Instead, you gathered your supplies together. Packing away extra pencils, colored pencils, liners, a notebook, and various other items that you had opted to bring with you for your day to the park. Caught up in double checking you had everything, you turn to grab your sketchbook, only to jump in the process. You send up a silent prayer that you did not shriek. But you still blink at the man sitting in front of you.

The same guy you had just been drawing. In the back of your mind, your brain helpfully supplies that his eyes are golden, as you had been wondering only a few minutes ago.

Just over his shoulder you can see his friends laughing, and judging from the satisfied look on his face you must have been caught. Sheepishly, you turn back to look at him. “Uh, hello.”

“Hey,” you can see him glance to your sketchbook before looking back at you. He pauses for a moment before his smile is right back. “Can I see how it came out?”

“Oh, uh, well – it was just some sketches from around the park.” Maybe you can bluff your way out of it, too embarrassed to let him see the drawing you had done of him.

“Oh, is that why you kept looking over at me?” There is no malice in his tone, and he seems all too amused with the situation.

“You saw me?” Though it seems like the answer should be obvious, you still hear the question slip past your lips.

“Pretty early on, yeah,” the smile he has is far too smug but it is obvious enough he is trying not to laugh as well, “why do you think I was staying so still?”

Finally, you let out a sigh, knowing there is no way to pretend you had not been drawing him for the last – well, however long it had been. You needed to check your phone to see the time eventually. Rather than do that, you pick your sketchbook back up, flipping through the pages until you reach the one with him on it. It is not a small doodle, not by any means, and it takes up the entire page. Shyly, you hand the book over to him, which he gently takes, seeming eager to catch a look at the final product.

“Woah.” He spares a glance up at you before going back to looking at the drawing. “This is good. This is really good.”

“Thank you.”

“So, this is how you see me?” His tone is teasing, and you can feel yourself flushing at it.

“I thought it was pretty true to life, actually.”

It seems to be his turn to be embarrassed, and you can see his own cheeks coloring. Just slightly. But it does not seem to deter him. “Well, maybe I could give you my number and we could talk about it?”

“Like, over lunch?” You ask, almost surprised by how hopeful you sound.

“Just us.”

Instead of answering him, you hand your phone over, after unlocking it and opening it to a new contact page. It takes him no time at all to input his name before he glances back at his friends.

“I think I may need to head back over though. But lunch?”

“It’s a date,” you chime.

“Okay, good.” If anyone was to ask, you would swear his eyes light up as he says that.

Hugging your sketchbook to your chest you wave goodbye and turn, heading to leave. Walking out, you fish your phone out of your pocket. You could wait until you get home to text him, but realize instead that you never gave him your name. Glancing forward to make sure nobody is in front of you, you open your phone to find his contact, laughing when you realize he has set himself as ‘Park Muse’ instead of his name.

Hey, this is Y/n btw

Hi! Do u like my name?

Park muse?

You can figure out what it really is at lunch

Well, I'm free tomorrow if you are?

That works for me. Do you know the café on 6th street?

Korner Stone Kafe?

Yeah! Meet there at 1? If that works for u

I’ll see you at 1

Despite making it home in one piece, you find yourself distracted messaging Bart for the rest of the night. One of his friends had gotten a hold of his phone and slipped up on his name within 15 minutes of you messaging him. A fact which had you laughing. Excited for the next day, you did eventually tell him goodnight before attempting to get some sleep – knowing you would be seeing him in only a few hours.

#bart allen #bart allen x reader #impulse x reader #dc x reader #bart allen x you #bart allen x y/n #impulse x you #impulse x y/n #young justice #young just us #core four #dc oneshot #dc x y/n #dc x you #nicole writes #artistic!reader

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dancingbabya-notes · 11 months

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Nothing is right with you!!

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Speedy (Roy Harper) x Male half alien reader

This is very much young justice influenced, how old am I? you don't need to think too hard about that just know this is the first of a series I tried to write and... never played out say hello to some of my 2017 writing

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Roy? It just had to be him, huh? The universe didn't just set me up with some cute alien boy or something? Why did the only thing to survive have to be the fucking glowing of the heart?

"Y/n, what's wrong baby boy," the soft voice of my mother catches me off guard as I pull my hand from my hair.

"Nothing, I…um gotta go now. Don't wait up for me, alright? You have work early tomorrow," I smile as I walk over and give her a small hug.

"Be careful, I know how it was when I met your father, it was difficult to put it simply," she whispers as she walks away.

I chuckle and shake my head as I teleport with a quick snap of my fingers, being in the kitchen of my mom's apartment wasn't much of a change from the chilly rooftops of Starling city. California is a lot colder at night than I really appreciated, but one can learn to love it. Standing on the rooftop in front of me was a slim redhead with dark circles around his emerald eyes. Both of us were very aware of the peeking glow of red on the left of our chests. Closing my eyes, I waited for the wind to blow one last time before I heard his voice.

"So, what exactly are we going to do about this problem, Y/n?" His voice was hoarse like he had been yelling for hours.

"I dunno Roy, what do you suggest? It's not like it would change anything we still have a job to do, don't we?" I state, clenching my hand in the pocket of my hoodie.

"Possibly quit," he hisses.

"Yeah, I'm totally going to give up the best opportunity in my whole life, Roy. Either you act professional or we can butt heads the whole time," I glare at him.

"I am being professional, Y/n. Maybe you should be the one that sucks it up," Roy states in a monotone voice.

"I understand that you want nothing to do with me, but honestly you aren't being professional at all. One: just because you didn't want to work well with other kids you go off on your own and try the whole solo hero thing, but oh wait you got kidnapped and cloned. Then once back to being yourself you somehow have some kind of heart and try to be 'kind' but that fails too. Now you are being a douche all because you don't want to follow some stupid matching of your species," I had started at a whisper and felt my voice climbing.

"How do you know all that?" He steps back.

"Your mind isn't the quietest. You lack mental barriers," I groan and turn to leave.

Before I can go anywhere someone lands down in front of me, with a sigh I sit down cross-legged as the alien superhero walks closer.

"What seems to be the problem, boys?" Asks the broad voice of Superman.

"Nothing that concerns you," Roy hisses.

"Sure, it is, only if the two of you insist on being so loud," sighs a deep voice behind me.

"Fucking hell," I curse.

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice?" The dark knight states.

"This really has nothing to do with either of you," Roy groans.

"What are they talking about?" Superman, obviously clueless, asks.

"They are talking about their glowing hearts, humans have evolved over the generations and this trait specifically has seemed to be the one that has lasted the longest," Batman explains.

"Roy, we are leaving," I grumble about to snap my fingers when Batman grabs my hand.

"Not so fast, this is something that you will need to understand. It's no game," Batman snaps.

"Well we don't want anything to do with it," I counter with a glare.

Roy turns his back to the two adults trying to lecture us. Superman seems still very confused. Batman sighs and forces Roy to sit down next to me as Superman looks the both of us over.

"I've been on earth for a long time and I've never noticed this," he frowns.

"Because not everyone is close to their match, and some don't care enough," Batman explains.

"Will you leave the two of us alone," Roy shouts.

Before either male can answer, I wrap my dominant arm tightly around the angry redhead next to me and teleport again. This time as we stop, I shoot my hand to cover his mouth shaking my head. The black walls of the room we stood in were glowing red as I walked to one wall and placed my hand against it. Once the entrance way opens, I pull Roy into the room and wait for the opening to close again.

"Where did you take me?" He frowns as he pushes me away.

"My second home," I shrug sitting down on the table that was right next to the door.

"What do you mean second home?" He sighs.

"To put it into simple terms, we are on another planet. To be specific we are on my dad's home planet," I explain. "Surprise, I'm half alien. Specifically sarulk."

"Why did you bring me here?" He shouts louder.

"Well, it only takes me a few seconds to get here. The only other person who knows about my home planet is my mother and Batman, but Batman has never been here." I state, looking back at him.

“So, our situation still needs to be handled,” he sighs.

“If that’s what you want to do then I guess that’s what we will do,” I nod.

"What are we going to do exactly?" He groans sitting down.

I stare at him for a moment as I think. "How about we just accept it? Now before you try to argue against it, hear me out. I'm not saying let's get married or anything, I'm really not in the mood to accept defeat like that. Why don't we just keep going about our lives like we have been? All because our anatomy thinks that we belong together doesn't mean we have to stay together; I'd rather keep life going about the way it is. And being half alien on earth isn't easy like how you're human. I'll take all the help I can get with this being accepted into human society, how come you never found out I had a sister until today, it's due to the fact that she was cast out of human society, and I don't want the same."

"Are you sure this is going to work?"

"No, it takes two and I know that I'm asking a lot of you and your pride. But I feel like we can continue about life and you can find a nice girl to marry in a few years and have kids, and I can do the same. Hell, if it's to keep things normal I'll personally ask if we can be separated and never have to be in the same place unless absolutely necessary," I offer with a nod.

“We can see how this works,” he nods.

Returning back to earth was quick, as we stood on the top of the roof, I stared at the sky above. Roy was looking at me as I considered something.

“I’m going to do something,” I sigh.

“What are you going to do?” he frowns.

“I’m going to do something, and you close your eyes after I’ve done, I’ll leave,” I explain.

“Fine, do it quick,” he rolls his eyes as he closes them tight.

With a nod and a quick wave to be sure that his eyes are closed, I lean close and press my lips to his. He stays statue still and I pull away, with a small nod I quickly leave and chuckle at the food sitting on the counter for me.

“I told her not to wait up for me,” I roll my eyes as I make my way to tuck my mom into bed.

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Masterlist

#dc x y/n #dc x you #roy harper x reader #roy harper x male reader #male reader #oneshot #dc oneshot #alien reader #i still don't know how tags work

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visree · 8 months

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the first time dick called bruce 'dad'

From the moment he was born, Dick's parents were teaching him how to preform. Not how to preform on the trapeze, that started a few years later, but how to do all of the performances in between. How to great guests, which ones wanted to be treated with respect and which ones just wanted to see a cool trick, how to wave at specific people from the ring, how to get a crowd interested in you before you even started. It became ingrained in his bones, the performance as much a part of him as everything else.

Bruce was not like that. Bruce Wayne was a performance that was entirely separate from Dick's mentor. Bruce wasn't a real person, not even close.

But oh boy could Dick respect it as a performance. 10 years of greeting people and cracking jokes and he still had so much to learn from the casual way Bruce slipped into people's interests and good graces.

Well. Most of the time. Most of the time Bruce was fine to go around sweet-talking politicians and business men and Dick could go around being cute until people agreed to finance WE's newest project and listening to people when they thought he couldn't hear and they were fine. Today, however, B had gotten himself into trouble and it was up to Robin to get him out.

Bruce was talking to some up-and-coming tech company owner, about 4 or 5 years younger than him, deeply cynical. The type of person to believe the worst of the rumors and ignore the rest of it. He was completely ignoring Bruce's arguments for him to donate to some WE philanthropic thing, instead arguing that he was out of touch and heartless and blah blah blah. Dick was sick of it.

He sidled up under Bruce's arm and tugged on his sleeve. "Dad, Ms. Vale's being mean to me and I have a headache. Can I go upstairs?"

Bruce took the opportunity immediately, crouching down and feeling his forehead. "You feel a little warm. Are you sure nothing else is wrong? Well, go tell Alfred and I'll be up in a minute. This is important to other kids who are sick like you, so I have to keep talking to this man here. I'm sorry I can't stay with you now. I'll just finish this now and then I'll come check on you, I promised."

From his place on the stairs, Dick could hear Bruce manage to close his agreement with the tech guy before turning to follow him.

B wasn't his actual dad and maybe never would be, but he took care of him. He was coming to check on him, just like he said he would. That made them something close to family, Dick thought, and for him that was good enough.

#drabble #dc drabble #dc oneshot #dick grayson #batman #bruce wayne #dick's relationship with performance is very interesting to me #dramatic little fucker #bruce had a brief moment of 'is my son lying to me'#before realizing his response would be the same either way and deciding to ask him about it later

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captainsophiestark · 11 months

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Seasons of Love

Dick Grayson x Reader

Materlist - Taglist

Written for my Year of Olympians and part of a bigger challenge being run by @yearofcreation2023 which features a ton of awesome creators and runs all year! Go check it out, and please pretend I actually posted this in April and not a month late lmao! Final semester of college is a hell of a time

Fandom: DC

Prompt: Demeter; The Seasons, Pigs, Cornucopia, Nature, Poppies

Summary: A LaLaLand-style series of glimpses into the lives of Dick Grayson and Y/N (without the LaLaLand angst).

Word Count: 4,678

Category: Fluff, Humor

A/N: This is my first time writing any DC, Dick Grayson included, so hopefully it’s good and true to character! He’s been one of my absolute faves for a long time, but I’ve just recently gotten the courage to write for him :)

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

LATE SUMMER

I smiled at the kids running around the various animal pens at the fair, smiles on their faces as they got up close and personal with all kinds of different creatures they'd never seen before. Working at the fair outside of Gotham every August was never a walk in the park–and usually included more than one instance of vomit-cleanup–but moments like this made it worth it.

Of course, my coworkers and I were keeping a close eye on everything to make sure the animals and kids were both safe. I was in the pen with the goats helping the kids feed them alfalfa, one of my favorite posts of all time. My reprieve in paradise was interrupted, however, when I heard someone frantically shouting my name.

I turned around to find one of my coworkers coming towards me, waving his hands in the air. He'd originally signed up to be on ticket duty, but had gotten moved to working with the animals thanks to some short-staffing issues. He'd made it clear multiple times he was well outside of his comfort zone, and although he'd been doing a fair job of rising to the occasion, this wasn't the first time he'd come running over in a panic.

I made eye contact and nodded at another coworker who came over to monitor the kids (both goats and humans), then stepped out of the pen to meet Andrew, panic still written all over his face. I took a deep breath and prepared to give him a calming speech, but he spoke again before I could.

"The Wayne kids just let the pigs out of the pen!" he cried.

I just stared at him blankly, trying to process, blinking stupidly.

"The who did what?"

"The Wayne kids!" he continued, still a little breathless. "Well, one or two of them at least. I was standing by the pen with the piglets that are racing in twenty minutes, and the little one managed to let them all out! I didn't notice until it was too late!"

"Okay, uh... I guess stay here."

With that, I started marching towards the pig pen, keeping an eye out for any sign of rampaging piglets. My brain screamed at me to process the "Wayne" part of Andrew's story, but I refused to let it. I needed to deal with the piglets first, regardless of whether the ones who'd let them out were part of the famous billionaire Gotham family.

When I got to the piglet pen, which was nestled just behind the bleachers where people would be able to watch the piglets run around a dirt track later, I found chaos. People were running and shouting all over the place, but the piglets were nowhere to be seen.

"Dami, you go around the left and I'll circle this way-"

"I am not helping you recapture them, Grayson."

"Dami-"

I started to turn to see who was shouting at the same time the shouting cut off, because the shouter ran straight into me like a freight train. We went tumbling to the ground in a heap, and suddenly I found myself staring into the beautiful blue eyes of Gotham's golden boy, Dick Grayson. He smiled at me, and I scowled in response.

"What were you thinking?" I demanded, rolling over and pushing him off me as I moved to stand up. He leapt to his feet and held a hand out to help me, but I ignored it. "Why on Earth would you let the piglets out?"

"I didn't!" he insisted, holding his hands up and looking at me with wide eyes. "My little brother saw them sitting in their pen and decided they needed to be liberated. I've never seen anyone successfully stand in the way of him helping an animal before."

I huffed, continuing to ignore Grayson's gorgeous, charming, easy smile.

"I know you probably don't have a lot of experience with it, but those pigs are treated perfectly well, and they were safe in their pen. Letting them out to run amok in the crowd is putting their well being at risk more than anything else in their lives."

"Tt."

I turned at the sound of an angry, disapproving noise from behind me, then had to do a double-take when I didn't immediately see the person responsible for it. Then, I looked down, and found the youngest Wayne child staring at me with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face.

"Father has spent enough time working to end the poor treatment of horses at race tracks for me to be unaware of how animals to be raced are treated."

I blinked a few times, honestly not sure how to react to this ten year old staring me down. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Dick Grayson step closer to stand next to me, but I ignored him. Instead, I crouched down to make myself eye level with Damian, the younger one.

"You're right," I said simply. He harrumphed in triumph, but then I continued. "About the horses, I mean. The way they're treated... it's unforgivable. My family and I have rescued any and all of them that we can, and the ones we've managed to save are actually over by the barn right now, being fed all the apples and oats they can eat by the adoring fairgoers."

Damian Wayne's left eyebrow ticked up, the only sign of surprise or approval at my words.

"These piglets, on the other hand, I can promise you are treated perfectly well. They only 'race' at the fair so people can cheer for cute animals. All they know is they're going for a run and then getting all kinds of food and treats afterwards. And honestly, letting them out in the middle of an inexperienced crowd of people is putting them in more danger than anything else in their normal, daily life."

Damian frowned a little, and he opened his mouth and closed it again a few times before finally speaking.

"I... did not intend for them to be in danger. I will return them to their pen."

"It's alright. You were trying to do a good thing for some animals, I could never fault you for that. C'mon, I'll help you get them back."

He nodded, then turned sharply on his heel and set off with purpose in the direction of commotion from fairgoers. I paused to straighten and smiled after him.

"That was really sweet, how you handled that." I turned to see Dick Grayson looking at me, the first serious expression I'd seen from him on his face. "Dami's a good kid, but he's hard on himself about mistakes. Thank you for handling that the way you did."

I gave him a small smile. "Of course. Any animal lover is a friend of mine. I know I literally just met him, but... I could tell he's a good kid."

We shared a smile at that, a more honest and genuine one than the million-watt grin I'd seen from him before. I held his gaze for a second, then sighed and turned back to look at the rest of the fair.

"Alright, enough talking. Let's go catch some piglets."

To my surprise, Grayson actually wasn't half bad at wrangling piglets. He, Damian, and I managed to work well as a team to get each of the little escapees safely back into their pens, and once the task was complete, I left Damian in charge of giving the piglets some treats for their ordeals.

"That was harder than I thought it was going to be," said Dick, coming to stand beside me at the edge of the pen as we watched Damian and the piglets together.

"Yeah, they're quick little buggers. Makes them good racers though."

Dick shot me a smile, and this time, I couldn't help another one spreading across my face too.

"So... this is kind of a subject change, but what are the odds you'd say yes if I asked you to dinner sometime?"

I turned to face him fully now, eyebrows raised. He just grinned back at me.

"You're asking me on a date?"

"Sure am."

"...Alright, sure. You owe me dinner anyway after showing up at my fair and releasing all my piglets."

He laughed. "Fair enough. How does seven o'clock the first night after the end of the fair sound?"

I smiled. "Sounds perfect."

****************

FALL

"You okay? You look like you're about to have a heart attack."

I snapped myself out of my death stare with the cornucopia in the center of the table to face my boyfriend with a vague smile.

"I'm fine," I insisted, waving off his concerns. Dick and I had been dating for a few months now, after meeting at the county fair. It had been absolutely amazing, and I'd gotten to meet a few more of his family members besides Damian since then, all of whom had been just as lovely. Now, however, we were sitting at the dinner table in Wayne Manor for Thanksgiving, and any minute now I'd be thrown into the full Wayne family craziness for the first time.

To say I was nervous would be the understatement of the century.

"Don't worry," said Dick, leaning down to whisper in my ear. "They're going to love you."

I didn't respond, instead taking a second for a deep breath and a last attempt at calming my nerves. Then, the door to the dining room flew open, and the room devolved into chaos.

I got momentarily swept under in the sudden noise, excitement, and energy as the rest of the Wayne kids moved into the room. A second later, Alfred bustled in carrying armfuls of dishes. A few of the kids moved to help him carry in the rest, but only Cassandra and Duke, neither of whom I'd gotten to know very well yet, were actually trusted and allowed to go help in the kitchen.

Dick gave my shoulder a comforting squeeze as he sank into the seat beside mine. I turned to smile at him, but a sudden commotion to my left ripped my attention away.

"Jason, I'M sitting next to her, you already know her well enough!"

"Too late Brown, I'm already sitting."

"Then move-"

Stephanie, who I'd only met briefly a few times in passing, tried to bodily shove Jason out of the chair next to me, but he refused to budge.

"Why are you so heavy Todd-"

"It's called muscle."

"Or it's called-"

"Stephanie, here, why don't you sit across from me?" I suggested, jumping in before things could really escalate. "It'll be easier to eat and talk to you at the same time from there anyway, which means we can keep up our conversation with fewer interruptions."

She narrowed her eyes, clearly aware of what I was doing, but I just kept looking at her with a beaming smile on my face (and thankfully Jason didn't interject). After a second, she huffed a dramatic sigh and started to move around the table.

"Fine. But only because Alfred would be upset if I tipped Jason backwards out of his chair before Thanksgiving dinner even started."

I grinned at her, quickly passing some food over to Jason, too, so he wouldn't take the opportunity to rub in his victory. Once we were safely out of the danger zone, Dick leaned over to whisper in my ear and give me a sly high five.

"Impressive," he said. "If you can pull that off, you'll be fine for the rest of the night."

I turned to give him a more forced smile than I'd given Stephanie. I appreciated the vote of confidence, but nothing that had happened over the past few minutes had done much to calm my nerves.

"Alright, is that all the food?" asked Bruce, clapping his hands and surveying the table as everyone at last settled into their seats. We'd almost had another disaster when Dami tried to bump Jason out of the seat next to me after Stephanie failed, but thankfully we'd managed to avert that crisis, too, with a promised trip to my family's farm tomorrow, just me, him, and Dick.

"Yeah, I think that's everything B," said Dick, looking over the table the same way his dad did. Bruce sighed, then sank into his seat and clapped his hands.

"Alright, then let's eat," he said.

"Don't forget, Master Bruce," started Alfred, at last sinking into his seat at the opposite head of the table from Bruce. "We still need to say the things we're thankful for."

"You're right, Alfred. Thank you for reminding me." He finished scooping a serving of stuffing onto his plate, then looked up. "I'll start.

"I'm thankful for all of you, safe and sitting around the table for dinner. And I'm also thankful that Y/N could join us. I think we're all looking forward to getting to know her better."

He gave me a kind smile and tipped his wine glass in my direction, and I tried to smile back despite the fact that my heart was pounding in my chest. I'd met Bruce a few times before, but he was still my boyfriend's dad AND Gotham's favorite son (other than maybe Dick). I couldn't help being nervous, since his approval was one of the ones that mattered most to me.

"Alright, that's great," said Jason, bowling right through the moment of silence that hung after Bruce's words–my hero. "I'm thankful for Alfred's cooking."

Every single one of us around the table cheered our agreement at that, and Alfred smiled. The turns moved quickly around the table after that. I had a brief moment of panic when it became my turn, but thankfully, it only lasted for a second before I managed to pull it together.

"I'm thankful for Dick, and for all of you letting me join your family holiday celebrations. I can't wait to get to know you guys better."

Everyone smiled at my answer, and as soon as the spotlight was off me, Dick took my hand under the table to give me a little reassurance. The conversation moved on from Thanksgiving gratitudes, and slowly, I gained confidnence and comfort participating as a member of the group.

I asked Dami about his pets and was honestly happy to listen for the better part of an hour. Jason and I ranted like the biggest nerds on the planet over our favorite books and our TBR piles, and Tim and I connected over a mutual childhood love of Nancy Drew computer games. Duke was the easiest person in the world to talk to, and he made a point of including me in conversations when I started to feel a little lost. Stephanie was so bubbly and friendly, even when she was not-so-subtly grilling me on my entire life, and although Cassandra seemed a little less eager to loudly jump into conversations with me, Stephanie helped bridge the gap and we got along wonderfully. Although they made me a little more nervous, Bruce and Alfred were also nothing but welcoming and kind. It wasn't too long before I was completely at ease, laughing and joking along with the whole table without a doubt about whether I belonged there.

Even when it came to the most ridiculous debates I'd ever been a part of.

"I'm just saying, capes look cheesy," said Jason. "It's fine for a little kid, but grown adults running around in capes look ridiculous."

Stephanie scowled like he'd just insulted her mother. "Oh yeah, because all the vigilantes running around in vests look so incredibly cool."

"No kidding," Tim jumped in. "Red Hood, for example. We all remember that terrible red pill helmet he wore when he first showed up. Or Nightwing's Discowing suit?"

Stephanie snorted into her drink, and Dick's mouth dropped open in shock. Jason started going a little red in the face.

"Brown and Drake are right," said Dami, his tone conveying he meant for this to be the final word on the matter. "The capes can serve a number of different purposes, and would be ridiculous to remove."

He turned to give Dick a pointed look, but I decided not to try to decipher it. I had more important things on-hand.

"Honestly, I say this with nothing but love for the three of you, but I have to agree with Jason," I started, finally jumping in. Everyone perked up at that, turning their attention to me, but I didn't let it deter me. "I mean, haven't any of you seen The Incredibles? No capes! There's like a whole minute-long thing on why capes are generally a bad idea for superheroes.

"And granted, we haven't seen anything like that happen in real life, at least as far as I know," I continued. "And maybe it doesn't matter as much for the indestructible heroes–Superman could probably get chewed up by a jet and survive, I guess. But other heroes, I don't know what they're doing! Somebody really outta show Batman that clip, make sure he knows the danger he and his Robins and everybody might be in."

Everybody stared at me for a second, faces blank, and I started to sweat thinking I'd said something wrong. Then, people broke out into variations of grins, laughs, and agreement with my point that Batman really needed to be more aware.

"I don't know if I remember that clip very well," mused Dick, grinning at Bruce and then the rest of the table as he slid an arm around my shoulder. "Could you pull it up?"

"Sure!"

"Hey Dick?" called Stephanie across the table, her voice dancing with laughter as I searched for the video. "I think I speak for all of us when I say, I love her."

Murmurs of agreement sounded around the table, and my face warmed. I glanced up to give an appreciative smile before going back to my video hunt.

"You better marry her, or we'll have to make Todd do it to keep her in the family," Stephanie continued.

My heart stopped dead in my chest for a second at the idea of marriage as everyone around the table laughed or agreed with her. Then, I couldn't help smiling and laughing too, especially as Jason faked a yawn and stretched his arm around my shoulders before having it playfully smacked away by Dick. My boyfriend pulled me a little closer into his side and gave me a soft smile.

"Alright, let's see this clip," he said, addressing the group as they kept snickering together. "B, lean in here, I think you'll really like this one."

Bruce sighed heavily, but leaned in anyway as the rest of the group shifted too. Edna Mode launched into her speech as I held out my phone screen, Dick and his family gathered around me, and my heart absolutely swelled with love for every one of them. Dick and I really hadn't been dating long enough to be seriously thinking about marriage, but still- in this moment, I could start to picture it.

And I really liked the picture.

****************

WINTER

Whap!

Dick, my boyfriend of a little over two years, whirled around with a betrayed look on his face after I nailed him in the back with a snowball.

"Babe," he whined, his tone wounded. I just shrugged.

"It's training. You need to be aware of your surroundings. CONSTANT VIGILANCE and all that."

Dick raised his eyebrows and took a step towards me as a mischievous grin took over my face. A few months ago, when Dick and I had first seriously started talking about the possibility of marriage being the result of our relationship, he'd finally let me in on the Wayne family secret: not only was I dating the famous Dick Grayson, I was also dating Nightwing the vigilante. The Wayne family was one in the same as Batman and his extended vigilante posse. The few conspiracy weirdos on the internet insisting Bruce Wayne Is The Batman were right.

When he'd started to tell me, I'd first thought he was proposing. He'd been so serious and dramatic, and he'd done it at the end of a romantic, candlelit dinner we'd made together in my apartment. Then, once I realized what he was actually saying, my second thought had been oh, so that's why everyone loses their minds whenever I voice an opinion on a superhero.

At first, it had been a little hard to cope with the new worry that came with knowing my boyfriend put his life on the line every single night. News reports about the Bats and their enemies raised my anxiety WAY more than they ever had before. But Dick had been wonderful, reassuring me and helping me understand all the ways he'd found to stay safe and come back to me. And when that wasn't quite enough, the rest of his family stepped up to support me like one of their own.

Now, a few months after learning their secret, Dick and I were taking a rare full weekend for ourselves. We'd headed up to the mountains for some skiing, hot chocolate, and cuddling by the fire at his family's cabin, just the two of us. After a morning on the slopes and a delicious lunch, we'd decided to go on some of our favorite snowy hiking trails to take in the fresh mountain air.

Hence, my start of the snowball fight.

"You know, I'm pretty sure I'm the one who's supposed to be training you," said Dick, closing the distance between us further. He and his family had been giving me self-defense training at my request, but we'd decided to take a break for the weekend.

"Mmm I'm not sure," I said, shifting backwards a bit to get out of Dick's reach. "I think I'm right."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Then you probably have the better reflexes out of the two of us, right?"

I knew exactly where this was going. I grinned and tried to get my head in the zone before I answered, overconfident to the last.

"Definitely."

"Hm." Dick smiled at me, and then the next thing I knew, he'd wrapped his arms tightly around my waist before I had a second to react. I half-heartedly tried to wiggle free, but before I could, Dick picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I held on to him as tightly as I could, ready for him to dump me in a snow bank and ready to drag him down with me when he did. But the flip into the snow never came. Instead, Dick started walking with me still slung over his shoulder.

"Babe? What are you doing?" I asked, trying to push myself up enough to see where we were going. "I was all ready to wrestle you down into the snow with me."

"Just trust me," he said. Even though I couldn't see it, I could hear the smile on his face. I huffed.

"This isn't exactly comfortable, you know."

Dick just chuckled. We walked a few more steps, then at last, Dick set me down again, keeping his hands around my waist as we stood chest to chest.

"I may have lured you out into the woods under false pretenses," he said, a brilliant smile on his face. I raised an eyebrow.

"If I didn't trust you so much, I might be a little worried."

He smiled, then looked at a point over my shoulder before nodding for me to turn around. I did as his hands dropped from my waist, and I came face to face with his whole family standing around the gorgeous snowy clearing. Each of them held candles or roses in their hands, and they were absolutely beaming at me. I looked at each of them, waiting for some hint or answer about what was happening, but no one gave me anything. Then, I heard Dick's voice from behind me.

"Y/N?"

When I turned, I found my lovely, wonderful boyfriend down on one knee before me, an open ring box in his hands.

My hands flew to my mouth and I started to tear up a little as the situation sank in. Dick smiled, his own eyes a little wet as he continued.

"You are the love of my life. I had no idea when I first accidentally tackled you that you would become the most important person in the world to me, but you have. You make me a better version of myself, and every day I can hardly believe I'm really with you. You not only match me and love me, but you do the same with my family, which truly not many people can do. I can't think of a better person or partner I'd want to go through life with. So will you please do me the honor... of marrying me?"

"Baby... of course! Absolutely yes!" I cried, the tears fully flowing now as I dropped to my knees in the snow to join Dick. I threw my arms around him and held him tight, and both of us stayed like that for a few long moments before Dick pulled back, tears glistening on his cheeks and a smile on his face. He pulled me tightly to him and kissed me. I kissed back, running my hands through his hair as we got lost in each for a few moments before we pulled apart again. I held out my hand, shaking just a little, and Dick slipped the ring on my finger.

Cheers sounded from behind us, and I came back to reality as Dick's family came over to congratulate us. I wrapped each of them in my best bone-crushing hug, making sure they knew how happy I was to be joining them as family in the near future now, too.

After we'd all exchanged hugs (reluctantly or otherwise), I found Dick at my side again, wrapping his arm around my waist. I tucked into his side and it felt like I'd always belonged there.

I couldn't wait to spend the rest of my life just like this.

****************

LATE SPRING

I took a deep breath and stared at the double doors in front of me, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn't wipe the biggest, cheesiest smile off my face, no matter how hard I tried. Today was my wedding day, and I couldn't be happier.

Steph and Cass had helped me find the perfect dress. My bouquet was filled with red poppies, my favorite flower. Dick and I had worked together to plan a dream wedding for the both of us, and now everyone we loved was gathered here to celebrate with us.

Everything was perfect.

I heard music start up, then a second later, the doors swung open. It didn't quite feel real as I took my first steps down the isle, towards Dick Grayson and the rest of my life.

It started to feel more real when I finally reached him, standing in front of so many people with eyes only for the man before me. We stood together, hand in hand and eyes locked on each other as the ceremony went on. We read our vows, said "I do", and before I knew it, we were married.

Dick swept me off my feet in a kiss as the crowd cheered. We laced our hands together and ran down the isle together, deliriously happy as our friends and family sent us off. We climbed into the waiting car as the door shut behind us, and I snuggled up against Dick's side before leaning up to give him a kiss. Finally, it felt real.

"I love you, Dick Grayson," I said, smiling up at him. "I can't wait to throw around the phrase 'my husband' until every single person we know is sick of it."

Dick laughed. "I love you too, Mrs. Grayson. And I can't wait to see who breaks first."

"My money's on Jason, unless anyone else says it's annoying first. Then I think he'll back us to mess with everyone else."

Dick laughed, then leaned in to give me a soft, tender kiss.

"I love how well you know them."

"Well... they're my family now, too."

We shared a smile, then settled into comfortable silence together, leaning against each other for support while we rested for the little bit of time we had now before the reception got into full swing. Tonight would be a long night for both of us, but I absolutely couldn't wait. I loved Dick with my whole heart, and going through every part of our futures together–good, bad, and crazy–was the best thing I could possibly think of.

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🐈‍⬛BLACK CAT🐈‍⬛: A DC's T.T. (2003) & Y.J. (2010) X-Over Imagine

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PLOT: The Team finds out the biggest fears and most shocking truths ever kept from the Black Cat by accidentally reading her secret diary about how she feels about herself. This bad little kitty got some lucky charms and some diamond claws to sharpen out once she comes back from her mission in Tokyo, Japan. How will they react to her changes? Will they uncover her lies about her past? Can they win back her trust?

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MAIN CHARACTERS: Felicia Drusher | Evelina "Eva" Gwendolyn Nelson, Freddie Dinardo | Richard "Dickie" John Grayson, Kaldur'ahm | Jackson "Jack" David Hyde, Wallace "Wally" Rudolph West, Kon-El | Conner "Con" Jonathan Kent, M'gann M'orzz | Megan "Meg" Marie Morse, Xena | Ophelia "Helia" Shauni Trevor, and Artemis "Artie" Lian Crock.

Mentioned Characters: Phoebe Starr | Zatanna "Zee" Zorina Zatara, Raquel "Rocky" Sandra Ervin, Matthew "Matt" Noah Jordan, Lorenzo "Enzo" Kevin Carter, Cyberion Technis | Victor "Vic" Anthony Stone, Craig Wyld | Garfield "Gar" Mark Logan, Abigail Constantine | Rachel "Raven" Angela Roth, and Koriand'r | Korra "Kory" Scarlette Anderson.

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Catgirl was sitting in front of her godfather Batman and spoke to him in sign language. He was listening to her explanation of why she won't talk about her grandmother's powers, the Lucky Girl was half alien and was a magic user. The Dark Knight held his hand up, which made the young girl stop immediately and nodded with an understanding look.

Batman knew her mother and father so well. His friends were loyal and nice to him that they let him hold their daughter, who's sitting on a chair in front of him at a conference room. The billionaire playboy was the first person who saw the symptoms and kept a sharp eye on his godchild, because Catgirl was staying silent about her pain.

"Eva, it's not good for you to hide your powers away and contain them against your will. That inhibitor collar has to come off your neck or they'll be no missions for you anymore, you're hurting yourself and not trusting what you can do. They saw how you can use magic, but this is what made you special and unique like your mother. Let me see your left arm," the Lucky Girl was hesitant and complies, rolling her long sleeve to reveal that the transformation has begun due to negative feelings and emotions. "I do truly appreciate your decisions of getting therapy from Dinah, yet you're still hiding yourself from the Team and not letting them have their pain back Eva. Your mother and her family was excellent help to you...just trust me on this and stop doubting yourself. Your insecurities will haunt you for the rest of your life if you don't tell the Team why you haven't been doing missions with them since wearing the Mask of Destiny and Helmet of Fate...please for the sake of your loved ones. We'll always love you for how caring, kind, loyal, and supportive you've been with all of us...including me."

Catgirl hugs him after pulling her sleeve down and covering the proof. Batman pats her back as she begins silently crying and sobbing. The Dark Knight let her break down into tears and hide her face from the view of Justice League members, who were part of the meeting about the Lucky Girl.

Once the meeting was over, Batman held her hand in his and ruffles her hair. Catgirl smiles sadly up at her godfather and nods. He lets her go back to Mount Justice and hears her designation number being called out.

"Bruce, I know you're worried about her like I am, that's why she got us and the rest." The Dark Knight sighs and hugs his best friend Astro Woman. "We gotta hope for the best and pray nothing bad happens over in the mountain, especially when Wally tends to surprise her the most."

Catgirl walks through the Boom Tube with her bag on her back and tired eyes. Her platinum white wig was miraculously stuck in a high ponytail and her matte black lipstick wasn't stained around her soft lips. The Team heard their teammate walking and saw the Lucky Girl still exhausted from last mission, which almost cost her life.

"Hey Cat, how's your meeting at the Hall of Justice?" Catgirl grumbled softly underneath her breath and tiredly plops onto Wonder Girl, who caught the Lucky Girl on time.

"You want me to carry you to your room Kitty?" The Lucky Girl nodded quietly and clung onto the female demigod's front.

Wonder Girl carries her back into her bedroom and gently set the younger girl onto her bed. Catgirl hums in appreciation and purrs softly as the Amazon warrior pets her head, coaxing her to fall asleep hard. As soon as Wonder Girl heard soft snores and deep breathing from the Lucky Girl, she smiles and puts a blanket over the young girl.

The female demigod carefully left the room and closed the door. Wonder Girl heads back to the lounge, raising an eyebrow at her boyfriend Aqualad and shaking her head no with a deep frown. The Atlantean soldier understood that look and knew it meant there's something wrong with their youngest member.

Ever since the Team was formed...Catgirl was the first heroine to be part of it, she lived in the mountain and was always doing her work at her bedroom due to personal spacing. The Lucky Girl got used to the Boy of Steel and would be his support system whenever he's having problems with Superman, which shocked the Justice League cause the young mute girl rarely let people rather than them and Red Arrow be close to her. The rest of the original members in the Team will treat her like a baby and always adore Catgirl for being independent.

For example...the Team came back wounded and hurt, she sprung from her chair in front of the Super Computer and took them to med bay. Wonder Girl managed to heal herself and helped the Lucky Girl with treating their comrades, though an appreciative comment from the Boy Wonder threw Catgirl's brain off so quick that she went redder than a strawberry. The three teenage girls never stopped pinching her rosy cheeks since that incident, what got the Lucky Girl on her feet and running away into her hiding places from the trio will be the words "DRESS-UP", and all four boys will chuckle from how the mute girl showed fear for the first time.

"Is Cat okay?" Superboy asked the female demigod, worrying about the mute girl who became a baby sister to him.

"The League took her to an important conference meeting this morning, based on her reaction...they wore her out." Robin answered for the Boy of Steel.

"Roy did claim to me that Cat's been keeping a secret from us, he thinks she's the mole...but seriously? If she was the traitor, how come she'll always return back in the mountain stressed out and exhausted? That's the most dumbest thing I'd ever heard," the Amazon warrior explained to them.

"Unless...we could...you know," the teenage speedster suggested, earning raised eyebrows and confused looks until they realize what Kid Flash was trying to suggest.

"Baywatch, Cat will never forgive us if we do that. That's her private diary, it has her personal life in it." Artemis told him, smacking him upside his head.

"First off...Ow! Secondly, don't act like you wanna know what she writes in it." Robin nodded in agreement and the rest was hesitant, but they finally agreed to their plan. "Now who's getting it and the key?"

The Team said "NOT IT" at different times, Robin groans in defeat s the rest gave him pointed looks and the Boy Wonder does the deed. He slowly hacks into the room and slides the door open, seeing the Lucky Girl curled up asleep in a tiny ball. Robin smiles and quietly awes at his crush's cuteness.

'Alright Robin, it's just a book. My crush's book of secrets, it can't be that bad.' The Boy Wonder thought as he sneakily took her book case with the key and leaves the dark bedroom without being noticed. 'Cat must be dead asleep from that meeting with our mentors, poor little kitten must be tired from all those mission reports as well to stack that much stress on her body.'

Robin silently closes the door and resets the password to her grandma's name. Kid Flash immediately takes his best friend to the living room and they high-five with proud grins on their faces. The Team sat down on their chosen spots as Miss Martian takes the book and opens the case with the key.

"This is so wrong in so many levels guys," the female archer said while seeing the front cover has a picture of her with the Team on it. "She got us on the front and the back...let's hurry and agree not to do this anymore."

The female Martian takes the personal book out from the case and sets the diamond box down. Catgirl's private diary was themed with black words, gray covers, white paper, and silver lining. Miss Martian gulps nervously and passes the book to Wonder Girl, who gave her best friend a wide-eyed look of disbelief.

"M'gann," the female demigod said with an offended look. "How could you? I'm not dying in the hands of a twelve year old girl...here Rob, you read it."

The Boy Wonder pouts at Wonder Girl and opens the book. Robin begins reading it out loud to his comrades, blushing when he finds out Catgirl got a crush on him and saw many insecure thoughts she has about herself. Red Arrow was wrong about the Lucky Girl, but they were beginning to feel concern on the mute girl's issues and problems.

"Ever since the League found out what was happening to me within the Helmet of Fate, I've been contacting my grandfather Kent through Nabu with my grandma's help and assistance with the Mask of Destiny. All the stress, fear, and pain was causing negative reactions to my powers and humanity. My father fixed one of those problems...that golden collar on my neck, it was containing my alien side from losing control and it sorta helped me. After twelve years of it on my neck, it's not working and was making it worse. The Team are starting to see signs of it, I've lost my appetite with food last week, I couldn't get sleep since a few months ago, and becoming much sensitive with my emotions on a daily basis that Batman forced me into therapy sessions with Black Canary. I'm afraid of the rejection and betrayal the people I cared the most think of me. There's five stages of it, I went through four of them, the fifth one will be most painful one cause this will damage me inside out and turn me into a monstrous freak. I got many anxiety attacks and went into panic mode during the meeting. I'm not relieved from it, not because my grandmother injected me with my painkillers and antidepressants...I had almost hurt the League. I know they're scared of me...who won't? After all, I'm nothing but a burden and a monster. Nobody can change that, not even the Team...I should probably run away and never return to Earth after tomorrow night when everyone's asleep. They won't be hurt anymore...especially when I'm gone far away from my grandmother's home planet." Robin read, closing it and putting it inside the black box.

The Boy Wonder locked the box shut and hung the key back onto its hook behind the case. Robin got up from his spot and walks to his crush's room. The Team watches their youngest male teammate slowly opens the door and sees that Catgirl was still resting.

Kid Flash ushers Robin out of the room and freezes when the Lucky Girl moves in her sleep. The rest drags the two boys out from her room before letting Superboy close the door shut and hearing it lock itself automatically. The Team frowns sadly as they stared at Catgirl's bedroom door and felt guilty for how they assumed that she's the mole.

The next day inside the mountain, Catgirl wakes up and does her daily routine before taking her prescribed medication. The Lucky Girl rolls up her long sleeves and gasps silently when she sees it got worse than ever from the nightmarish thoughts echoing her head. The mute girl takes a deep breath and hides the proof from view.

"Kitty, are you up yet?" Wonder Girl asked the Lucky Girl.

The young child quickly grabs her baggy jacket and a pair of black sweatpants to conceal how her casual clothes she loves wearing the most have vanished. Catgirl puts on her wig and applied her makeup before putting on her shades. The Lucky Girl heads out of her room with her bag strapped on her back with her diary case hidden inside it and walks to the kitchen for some fruit.

Once she found a green apple, the Black Cat vigilante took a bite from it and passes her teammates with a greeting wave. Catgirl pets Wolf and rubs Sphere gently with a softened look while going outside to the beach. The Lucky Girl begins absorbing some solar energy and feeling it generate some pure cosmic mana for her to devour by consuming the life-force phoenix within her inner self.

Inside the mountain, Robin begun hacking into the cameras and managed to get full access to the beach's ones. The Team watched Catgirl meditate by herself on a large rock and levitating, which made them shocked cause they thought it was all something she wrote behind their backs. The Lucky Girl used her mana to grab a bottle of nectar and drank the liquid, humming in content while she takes pure magic energy from the Sun and use the life-force from the Moon to try fixing her issues.

"Everything in that book was true, she does have powers." Kid Flash said.

The seven heroes noticed something glowing from her left side, the Team gasps in disbelied when Catgirl rolls up her long sleeves to reveal that her right arm was scarred and her left arm was encased with some kind of cosmic ice mana. They continued seeing the Lucky Girl getting distressed and on high alert. The mute girl begun taking deep breaths and slowly tries to calm down.

"That was her secret," their leader told them after understanding why she wore long sleeves and anything baggy.

"Recognize: Catgirl; B-0-0."

The Team froze to hear their beloved comrade's designation number called out by the Super Computer and knew she's behind them now. Wonder Girl slowly turns and sees Catgirl, who was looking scared and was actually frightened. The rest followed and knew by her scared expression that the Lucky Girl was caught red-handed.

"Cat, it's not what it looks like. We're worried about you," the Lucky Girl immediately flinches when Superboy takes a step forward and tries not to lose her composure.

"What was that on your arm?" Catgirl shook her head no while backing away and panting with a horrified look on her face.

"We're not gonna hurt you Kitty, we wanna help you get through this...just trust us okay?" Wonder Girl told her, following the mute girl and walking closer to the young child's personal space.

'Get away Opal, stay away from me.' Catgirl thought while shaking like crazy and trying not to lose control of her powers. 'Stay away from me, stay away from me, stay away from me...'

The Team could see that Catgirl was sweating from the fear and discomfort while she cuffs her hands together to keep her powers in check. The Lucky Girl's inner self was trying their best with her host and attempting to comfort the mute girl from the tension. As soon as Wonder Girl got closer, their six comrades grew concerned and wait for the next move.

"I said...STAY...AWAY...FROM ME!!!" An energy wave of mana was shot through her hands and hit Wonder Girl hard along with their loved ones, who groaned in pain from the magic blast.

'I hurt them,' the Lucky Girl thought with fear and guilt. 'I really am a monster...'

Robin watches Catgirl rushes into the Boom Tube through blurry eyes, hearing her call number and passing out with his six best friends. The Lucky Girl made it to her stop at the nearest subway station and luckily got herself a ticket. She sat down on the bench and wait for her subway train to come.

"Excuse me miss," the Lucky Girl turned to see some little kids and gave them a wave. "Do you got some food and water for us?"

Catgirl nodded, she begun taking out some sandwiches and bottles of water from her duffle bag. The kids thanked the mute girl and hugged her, which she responded with a pat on their backs and ruffling the hair on their heads. The Lucky Girl got her violin and thought about something to do for the children.

The selectively mute girl put her duffle bag to the side with a protective mana shield around it and stood on the bench. Catgirl thought about the hard times and good memories she have with the Team. The Lucky Girl takes a deep breath and begins playing her song.

Once the song ended, the people surrounding her applauded for her performance and put some money into her backpack. Catgirl bows for the crowd and hands some candy to the children, who cheered for her generous gifts to them. The Lucky Girl put her violin back in its case and heard her train number.

'Great, Raven and the rest are going after me too.' Catgirl thought as she heard her crow cawing ring tone for Raven, hanging up and setting her phone on silent mode.

Meanwhile near New York City, the Team couldn't find their Black Cat and won't give up searching for the mute girl. Catgirl's icy aura left some trails that leads to her and the seven sidekicks followed them to reach the fixed subway station underground at Manhattan. The Lucky Girl must've gotten down there for a train ticket and go somewhere else.

Around Broadway, Catgirl stepped onto her destination and gave a sincere smile to the people who helped her with her things. The Lucky Girl walked upstairs and saw the lights in amazement. The mute girl was relieved that her clothes she wore was back in her bag, but her gym clothes was affected by the transformation and was worrying her a lot.

The transformation was almost done, Catgirl got until midnight and the pain will fade from her body by replacing it with euphoria. Her inner alien side was keeping her stable from the toxicity of every environment and person she walks into by accident. The Lucky Girl tightens her cloak and vanishes into the shadows of night.

"Cat? Cat, where are you? Please come back home, we miss you." The Lucky Girl froze to hear the worry and saw the concerns of the Team's faces.

Catgirl gulps while looking at the mirror, seeing that it was getting darker and the metamorphosis was getting close to completion. She checks her watch and went scared...it was around eleven fifty-five at night, which meant her travel through New York City and its famous place must've been lasting longer than a hour. Catgirl kept her breaths silent and her heart couldn't stop beating like crazy.

The Lucky Girl suddenly shivers from the cold air and tries not to sneeze, which will trigger Superboy into finding her first. She held back the noise while sneaking away and going between a billboard. Catgirl sighs in relief until she lets out a sneeze, which sounds soft and cute like a kitten.

The Cadmus clone heard Catgirl's adorable sneeze, freezing and snapping his head at the billlboard. His six teammates followed his glance to the billboard where they were having a music award show and realized that she was in Broadway. Catgirl begun panicking with distress while her ice mana went into waves of energy and kept glowing bright like the stars in the sky.

"Kitty, please...for everyone's sake, just show yourself and we'll take you home...safe and sound." Catgirl scoffed from Wonder Girl's words in response, she sees a clear opening and takes a deep breath. "Cat...I don't wanna chase you all through morning, it's Saturday now and all I wanna do now...is sleep."

Catgirl's black pupils turned into slits and she let her transformation consume her completely after hearing her watch beep, signaling that it has struck midnight. The Lucky Girl starts flying in the air and the Team begun chasing her. Catgirl dodged the signs and construct some cold mana to block her loved ones from grabbing her.

The mute girl found herself flying to Central Park and hiding inside one of the cherry blossom trees, shifting into a white cat with blue eyes and black collar that has a silver bell on it. The Team reached there, they didn't see her use her witch arts to turn into a cat and climb up the blooming tree. Robin and Artemis saw ice footprints of a cat leading up to the tree they saw in front of them.

"Cat, please come down." Robin said, desperately begging for his crush to come down the tree.

"No! Go away!" Catgirl replied, refusing to come down and face her fifteen loved ones. "Y'all went through my book and spied on me to see my secret! I just wanna be left alone...like I'm always been."

The Boy Wonder begun climbing up the tree, seeing Catgirl as a domestic white feline heal herself with her mana to close the scars and burns away. Robin sees the burns on the cloak and knew they accidentally hurt her during their chase, which led to her using her magic for a portal as a transportation route to Central Park. Not only that, Catgirl took off the cloak and left it behind after it made her feel uncomfortable.

He kept his eyes alert while she shifts out of that form and reveals something...beautiful. The Lucky Girl was looking extraordinary within her final alien form and was trying not to have another anxiety attack. Catgirl felt a familiar presence close to her space, which meant her crush and destined mate have found her.

The younger vigilante slowly turns and grew scared to see Robin staring at her form. She saw his hand reaching out for her and flinches out of fear. The Boy Wonder shushes her soft whimpers as he pulls her in a hug and she breaks down into tears.

"Shhh, it's okay Cat, we're not hurt, you're not alone." Robin said, comforting the Lucky Girl as she hiccups and sobs in his chest. "We're sorry for what we've done...please, just come home with us."

Catgirl closes her eyes and lets the Boy Wonder carry her out of the cherry blossom tree. The rest of the Team freezes to see the Lucky Girl went through her final transformation and became her true form. Robin cradles her close while she cries softly in his chest and clung onto him tight.

Catgirl slowly relaxes and turns to face the Team with her head down. When she raises her head up, Miss Martian was shocked to see an Anodite for the very first time and realized that bedtime stories about that alien species from her uncle were true...the Lucky Girl was one of them. The female Martian walks over to the shy girl and hugs her tight, causing Catgirl to freeze with shock and accidentally release a wave of mana from her body that made the rest of the Team relaxed.

'Oh you poor little thing,' the female Martian said to Catgirl in a telepathic link while holding Catgirl.

'Why M'gann,' the Lucky Girl whined while blushing and hugging her back. 'Conner, help me...she won't let me go now.'

Superboy joins the hug with the rest of their friends, Catgirl pouts at the alien couple in betrayal for their friendly affections on her and how it spread towards them. The Lucky Girl's inner felt the trust and safety within all fifteen sidekicks, leading for the shy girl to close her eyes in content. As soon as the Team pulled away, Catgirl opens her eyes and felt somebody holding her hand in theirs.

Robin squeezes it in reassurance before kissing her forehead and she squeaks, flustering madly while the rest smiles at the two vigilantes. Catgirl crosses her arms and grew a bit confident. The Boy Wonder sees the mischievous smile written on her lips and was suddenly floating around her cyan mana hair, staring at his crush in amazement for pulling that trick while their loved ones watched the two from above.

"You're beautiful Cat, I wish I could've help you with your pain." Robin told her softly while she hugs him and hums with a bright grin on his face.

"You and the Team did that, I can actually sense the genuine worry and concern y'all have for me. I finally realized that I wasn't alone anymore, I have all of you...especially you pretty bird." Catgirl replied before kissing him passionately and smiling when Robin kisses her back.

The two pulled away as the Lucky Girl helped them both safely on lower ground and smiled at each other, chuckling at the romantic scenario with amusement. Robin was about to kiss her again when Kid Flash cheekily takes Catgirl and zooms away from his best friend. The Boy Wonder gawks at the speedster in shock as he storms after him and tries to grab his Black Cat back.

"Did you get your picture now Artie?" Artemis nodded with a victorious smirk and sends it to Roy with the money signs on it.

"Told that jerk Robin will be her first kiss, he lost big time." Her four comrades chuckled before heading into the Bio-Ship with their female archer.

Robin came back with Catgirl over his shoulder and back in her human form at last, setting her down by his side. Kid Flash sped up and went in the ship next. The two vigilantes smile before stepping into there and holding hands together...as a young couple.

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Take Me From You #1

(Jason Todd Smut)

[Art is not mine! Credit to xxxviciousxxx (found on Reddit)]

Keys:

Y/N - Your Name

N/N - Nick Name

Word Count: 3,252

Warnings and/or pre-notes:

Fingering

Name Calling: Good Girl, Princess, Daddy, Baby, Babes, Slut, and Bitch

Cursing

Biting

Domination/Submission

Spanking

Mentions of blood/bleeding

Mentions of safe words

Orgasam Control

Titty Sucking

Degrading

Back scratching

Thigh Cum Shot

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The first sound I hear walking into the Wayne Manor is the sound of Bruce's study door slamming shut. The vintage wood crocks from the powerful slam before the manor is once again silent. I stand frozen in the foyer as I wait to see what or who disturbed the peace in the usually silent mansion.

Heavy footsteps cause the floorboards to creak. Instantly I rule out Richard for the fact that he walks with the grace of a bird which leaves the ancient floor silent under his feet. Alfred is quickly erased from the list as well under the ruling that he knows every creak and crook the manor makes, leaving the manor silent as he walks through it. That leaves Jason or the head of the house himself; Mr. Wayne.

I take in a soft breath and hold it as I wait to see if my spunky hot head of a boyfriend rounds the corner or if his makeshift narcissist father rounds it instead. Slowly a pair of smokey green eyes appear from the shadows of the hallway. Small dust particles softly float in front of Jason's eyes showing off how bright the green shines from the shadows.

"You should probably exhale," He says, making quick and rigid movements toward me. I slowly let out a breath as Jason's heavy arms slide on to my waist. "You weren't supposed to be here until six," He whispers as if he's worried about scaring the light layer of dust that always seems to cover the manor no matter how much Alfred cleans.

"It's six thirty, Jay. I'm actually late," I whisper back, focusing on his bright emerald eyes sparkling in the dark entryway. Darkness coats the both of us leaving it impossible to make out any of Jason's other features. He's so close that I can feel his heavy breath coating my face.

"Oh," is all Jay squeaks out as his arms tighten around my waist. We stand in silence letting the darkness comfortably envelope us for a couple more minutes before another set of heavy footsteps are heard coming from the study. "I'm sorry," Jason murmurs before he gently starts tugging me toward the wall. His arms are light but firm as my feet gently slide against the wood floors. Once Jay's back hits the wall he leans his head down to my ear. "Close your eyes," he whispers before gently wrapping his hand over my mouth.

My heart rate raises as Bruce's footsteps get close. I have no clue what has happened today but from Jason's short responses I can safely assume it's nothing good.

Footsteps soon enter the foyer followed by two voices. "You shouldn't be so hard on him, Burce," a soft and gentle voice says. I instantly recognize it as Richard's.

"If he doesn't want me to be hard on him, maybe he should act less like a Gotham hood rat and more like the Robin you used to be," comes Bruce's response with no mercy for anyones' feelings or opinions but his own.

"He's not going to be exactly like me, Bruce. We're two - " Richard's response is cut off as they round the corner and head toward the kitchen.

Once they're a safe distance away from us Jason unwraps his hand from my mouth and leans down to my ear again. "You can open your eyes, N/N." Jason's voice is uneven but I can't tell if it's from anger or sadness.

Slowly I obey, opening my eyes to be met with darkness again. Jay roughly lays his hands back on my waist and gently pushes me forward so he's not pinned to the wall anymore. "We're going upstairs," He says, continuing to gently push me towards the obnoxiously giant stairway.

The darkness is filled with the soft pitter patter of Jason's patrol boots and my sneakers hitting the marble stoning used on the stairs. Once we get to the top the sound is cut off by the worn cream carpet of the hallway. I count the doors as we pass them. One... two... three... four... The familiar caution tape and vintage rock band posters on Jason's door stand out from the plain walnut wood doors.

Jay's arm stretches around me to reach for the door handle. His hand lands on it but before he turns it he leans down to my ear again. "I really think you should get yourself comfy on my bed as I change or else there's going to be more aches in you than usual," Jason whispers before turning the handle.

The door creaks open as butterflies start filling my stomach. Whatever happened between Jason and the two older crime fighters was nothing close to good and I get to pay for their mistakes.

Gently Jay pushes me inside the door before letting it swing shut. I keep my eyes locked on the outline of Jason's bed and take slow steady steps towards it. The sound of the door locking sends shivers up my spine and heat down to my core. By the time my thighs make contact with the bed Jay is already in the bathroom. My hands gently clench my boyfriend's red bed sheets as I climb up into the massive king size bed.

When Jason and I first started dating he only had a small air mattress to sleep on so the upgrade was uneasy for the both of us.

I crawl toward the middle of the bed, gently placing myself with my head on top of his fluffy pillows and letting my legs stretch out in front of me. The soft thud of Jay's Robin custom hitting the floor causes my nerves to jump up in anticipation. To try and ease my nervousness I focus on untying my shoe laces and kicking my sneakers off my feet.

When I look up from my socks my eyes lock with Jason who is standing at the edge of the bed with nothing on but his boxers. The color of his eyes have turned from a bright emerald color to a dark forest green and his pupils are dilated. Slowly, Jason places a knee on the bed and reaches out for my ankle. As soon as his hand is around it, he tugs me forward.

My head slides off the pillows as the rest of me is pulled towards him. Jason rests his other knee on the bed before wrapping my legs around his waist. "Are you going to be a good girl?" He questions me as his eyes wander down my body. I nod my head knowing it'll tick him off even more. "Use your words," Jay hisses from behind clenched teeth.

"Yes, I'll be a good girl," I murmur back, waiting for his next move.

Jason slides his hands down my legs with slow and careful fingertips making sure to feel every inch of fabric covering my skin. When he gets to my waist band he hooks his fingers underneath. "I can't wait to make you tremble under me," He says before shimming my pants down my legs and tossing them somewhere into the darkness of his room. "Is that what you want? Do you want me to make you tremble?" He asks me, sliding his hand over my clothed core.

I nod my head again as my teeth sink into my lip. A soft tch tch tch comes from Jason. "I already told you once to use your words. Since you can't listen I recommend you flip yourself over because if I have to do it myself I won't be happy," He says with a hatch undertone.

"No," I squeak out as a response.

Before I know what's happening Jason wraps his arm around my back and flips me over onto my hands and knees. "You really want to back talk me right now? Do you really think that's a good idea? Huh? I guess I'm going to have to remind you what entitled princesses get when they disobey, won't I?" Jason's words come out sharp as he gently rubs my behind.

"Lose the panties and keep your eyes forward," He says after a few more soft circles on my ass. I obey, keeping my eyes locked on his oak headboard as I slide my panties off my legs.

The cold air hits my pussy like a shock wave. Before long the cold air is replaced by Jason's warm hand. Jay's rough palm cups my heat as he places soft kisses along my back. "Be a good girl for daddy, okay?"

"And if I don't?" The question gets me a hard smack of a belt on my ass. "H-hey!" I yelp out, followed by a soft whimper.

"Since someone can't remember basic rules and manners I guess we'll have to go over them until you get them right," Jason says, slowly sliding a single digit into my pussy. "Who's in charge?" He asks, slowly curling his finger inside me.

"Me," I answer back, getting another quick smack to the ass. "Y-you," I whimper out, biting my lip to help hold the forming sobs back.

"One more time, Princess. Who's in charge?" Jay asks again, slowly running his leather belt over the previous spanked cheek.

"You," I repeat, getting rewarded with a soft kiss to my back and a faster pace of his finger.

"Good job baby!" Jason says with a slightly cheerful tone. "Now, what's my name princess?"

"Jackass," I answer back before I can stop myself.

Jay delivers five fast and painful swats to my ass with his belt before pulling his finger out of my and wrapping his hand around my throat. His fingers press down on my veins, slowing the blood flow to my head. Using the hand around my throat Jason lifts me up against his bare chest. "You want to fucking repeat that?" He hissed into my ear. "Go ahead, I dare you."

After the words spill out of Jason's mouth he sinks his teeth into my shoulder. My skin burns under the feeling of him biting me. His teeth sink deeper and deeper into me. By the time I manage to peep out an "I'm sorry" I'm sure he's already drawn blood.

Jason let's go of me completely, causing me to fall back onto my hands and knees like before. "You better be," He warns as he runs his fingertips over the bite mark. "This is your last chance Y/N. Pop an attitude and I'll beat your ass until it bleeds, am I understood?" Jay asks me, sliding his fingers down my spine and causing goosebumps to follow.

"Yes," I whisper.

"What... is... my... name?" Jason takes his time getting the question out, making sure to pronounce every word like it's a threat.

"Daddy," I answer back softly.

In return Jay slides two fingers back into me. "Good girl," He hums, slowly curling his fingers in me. "Are you going to be a good girl for daddy?"

"Yes Daddy," I answer, rolling my hips back to try and get a little more friction.

Jason gives me what I want by adding another finger and picking up the pace. "Before you get what you want you have to tell Daddy the rules, alright? What's rule number one?"

I scramble through my brain trying to find the right answer so I don't lose the attention I desperately need in my pussy. "Um... Um... U-use the safe word whenever I need it," I manage to stumble out between my pants.

"What's our safe word again?"

"Peaches," I answer back as my legs start to shake from the want to cum.

"Good job baby," Jason says, speeding up the pace of his fingers again. "What's rule number two?"

"D-daddy tells me w-when I can cum."

"You're doing so good, princess. Just one more rule and then I'll let you cum all over my fingers."

Jay litters soft kisses on my back as I try to piece together my words. "All.. always... um... always listen... listen to Daddy," I finally manage to get out.

"Good job baby!" Jay says, managing to move his digits even faster in me. "You can cum for daddy now," He tells me. After a few more curls of his fingers the band in my stomach finally breaks.

My head hangs as I pant to catch my breath. Before I manage to steady my breathing Jason flips me over onto my back. "It's my turn to have fun now babes," Jay tells me, pushing my shirt up my stomach until I pull it over my head. "I can't wait to suck on your tits," He says, reaching his hands behind my back to unclasp my bra.

Once it's undone Jason strips it off of me and adds it to the growing pile of clothes on the ground. Jay positions himself between my legs so his clothes crotch is rubbing up against my bare pussy. One of his hands firmly handles my boob as his mouth wraps around the nipple of the other one.

A moan slips from my mouth as Jason slithers his tongue over my nipple. He circles his hips to match the pace of his tongue. The spring in my stomach starts to tighten again as Jay keeps playing my nerves like a fiddle. When I get close to my climax, Jason switches his movements up. His hands and mouth switch my boobs around and his hips start circling in the opposite direction.

"Baby, I want you," Jason mumbles into my chest, moving his hips up in a swift and harsh thrust. "Are you ready for me baby?" He asks, moving his head from my chest up to my face.

Jay's nose rests gently against mine as he peers into my eyes. His eyes have gone back to their sparkly emerald color instead of the harsh green from before. "Yes," I whisper out, reaching down for the waistband of his boxers. I slowly pull them off of Jay, getting the reaction of his dick bouncing out and softly slapping his stomach.

Jason leans down, brushing his chapped lips against my own. "You always taste so sweet," He says, softly sliding his penis against my folds. "Are you going to take all of me, Princess?" Jay asks, poking the tip of his dick into my entrance.

"Yes Daddy." Before the words are fully out Jason slams himself into me, causing me to yelp out in surprise. "H-hey! G-gentle," I whimper out, shifting myself around to get more comfortable with Jason filling me out.

"You're gonna take it how I give it to you, my little slut," Jay says, leaning down and whispering the last three words into my ear. All I do in response is whimper and wrap my arms around his shoulders.

Jay's hips start roughly bucking in between my legs, letting me know my hips are definitely gonna ache later. "Look at you, taking all of me like the good little bitch you are," Jason says, sliding his hand up and letting the heavy weight of it rest on my neck. "Such a pretty little slut," He says, starting to squeeze the sides of my neck again.

Jason picks up his pace, squeezing harder the faster he goes. Pants spill out of me as Jason brutally bruises my insides. "Mmm.. J-Jay..." I mumble, digging my nails into his shoulders.

"Try again," He says, loosening his grip on my neck so I can catch my breath. "What's my name, Baby?" He asks, going back to his deadly grip on my neck once I catch my breath.

"D-daddy," I say, tears starting to spill down my cheeks. "Y-your name i-is Daddy," I squeak out.

Jay softly chuckles, bending his head down and sinking his teeth into the side of my neck. The familiar burning sensation reappears but this time it's on my neck instead of my shoulder. "Are you ready to cum for Daddy?" He asks, lifting away from my neck just to turn it to the other side and leave another bite print.

"Y-yes," I manage to get out between gasps of air.

Once Jason is satisfied with the mark he lifts his head up and lets go of my neck. "Then cum on my cock like the pretty little slut you are," Jay says, keeping his eyes locked on me without his thrusts ever wavering.

A few more thrusts later and the tight spring inside me finally lets loose. "Jay!" I moan, shooting up and wrapping myself even closer to him as I finish.

"Good job, Baby. Good job," Jay mumbles, brushing his hand through my hair. "You did so good for Daddy," Jason continues, softly thrusting into me.

"Jay," I mumble tears stricking down my face as I bury my head into my neck.

"I know baby but I'm so close, just a few more," Jason says, laying me back down on the bed. His head is buried in my neck, softly brushing kisses against my skin as he thrusts into me. "Shit," He mumbles, pulling out of me.

I keep my eyes locked on him as he coats my thighs with his warm seed. When he's done, Jay lays his head in the creak of my neck and pins me to the bed with his body weight. His breath is heavy and hot against my skin as he catches his breath. I slide my hands through his hair for a few minutes before piping up from under him. "Baby, I got to pee and clean myself off."

"Okay," Jason mumbles, rolling off of me. I lay on the bed for a minute admiring him. His chest sharply jumps up and down. His arm that's laid over his eyes twitches as he breathes in and out. There's a deep gash on his thigh, probably from a mission earlier this week. "Do you want to take a shower?"

"No, I'll shower in the morning," I say back, sitting up and scooting out of the bed.

"There's a washcloth under the sink," Jason says, rolling over on his side.

I look at him for a few more seconds before turning around and walking towards the bathroom. The heavy door doesn't make a peep as I open it up. The bathroom light is still on when I walk in. The walls are a soft cream color counter-acting all the bright white marble around the room. I swing open the sink cabinet door and just as Jay said, there sits a bright red washcloth. I take it out and soak it in warm water before wiping off Jason's mess from my thighs. I quickly finish up my business in the bathroom before walking back out into the bedroom.

Since I've been gone, Jay's thrown his boxers back on and pulled out a file. "Whatcha reading?" I ask, walking around the room and putting back on my underwear and Jay's t-shirt.

"It's the case we've been working on. Apparently Dick found an 'obvious' clue that I 'should have seen' according to Bruce anyway," Jason says, rolling his eyes and clenching the file tighter.

I look at Jason, thinking of the right thing to say to him. "Baby, if you keep running yourself like this - if you keep letting Bruce run you like this and comparing you to Richard you're going to end up dead."

Jason looks at me, his eyes dark and his face frowning more than usual. "I would never let Bruce take me from you."

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