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The Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds Chapter 6

𓅪 After not hearing from Roy or Jason for five years, you suddenly find yourself taking in extra income as a babysitter for Roy and Jason's child.

𓅪 Rated: M | TW: underage drinking | 11.2k includes: sleepover w Damian (y’all already know there’s bed sharing), dinner and breaky w batfam, sex talk from bruce, Jason throws a party at the manor and you’re invited (shenanigans and dirty dancing w ur boy roy)

fem!Reader x Jason Todd x Roy Harper [masterlist]

Chapter Six: Growing Pains | ao3 - wattpad

THEN

Damian held out the chair for you as you walked up to the overly-stuffed table that was filled to the brim with every type of food imaginable before sitting to your left. Maybe even some foods that weren’t imaginable, considering you couldn’t quite place the fluffed bowl of purple goodness in front of a runny-nosed Jason to the right of you.

Tim sat parallel to Jason with his raw-rubbed Rudolph nose, but you didn’t remember him mentioning anything about being sick.

Weird.

Upon closer inspection, Tim’s eyes appeared to be red, as if stained with tears. You looked around the table to see if anyone else had noticed, but Damian was too busy fiddling with his napkin next to you. Meanwhile, Jason was preoccupied with blowing an excessive amount of snot into his own, leaving both Alfred and Damian to frown in distaste.

“Miss,” Alfred’s soothing voice drew you from your thoughts. You looked up as he set down the last serving plate and then picked up the water pitcher, “I do have a few questions for you."

What questions could the Wayne's most prestigious help have for a nobody like you? Oh, god, you thought. Here come the questions about your home life. You were really hoping to avoid the topic, let alone in front of the entire Wayne family. At the same time, how could you say no to Alfred?

You gulped nervously, “Uh, sure.” You looked around to see them all glancing between you and Alfred warily. Everyone, that is, except Tim. Upon seeing the raven lift his head, you attempted to hold his gaze from across the table, but Tim seemed to purposefully avoid your eyes. “What about?”

“Well," He looked like what he was about to say was rather obvious, "it’s regarding you and the young men at this table.”

“Oh?” You didn’t know what else to say.

Alfred’s poker face remained strong as ever as he began filling everyone’s glasses with great care. “You see, Master Damian has been nothing but complimentary about your art skills,” He poured your water, “and Master Bruce seems quite taken with your baking skills.” You smiled modestly at Bruce, not understanding where Alfred was going with this in the slightest. “Master Timothy can’t seem to stop talking about which comics you like and which ones you don’t,” Tim finally caught your eyes long enough for him to see your worried expression, but the glance was over just as quickly as it'd begun. “You even have Master Jason cooking tirelessly for you nearly every day of the week.” He stopped pouring, tilting his head from in between the empty space between where Damian’s seat met yours. “I’m simply wondering what magical powers you possess, Miss?”

Woah, woah, woah... Hold up. Jason cooked for you? A quick look his way proved he was too busy glaring at Alfred to notice your dumbfounded stare. Even Tim seemed upset with what Alfred said, but you were still caught off guard by all the information you’d just obtained.

“Pennyworth, whose side are you on?” Damian spat, pouting petulantly at his empty plate.

“I’m merely on the side that causes you more embarrassment, it would appear,” The older man said sarcastically as he finally sat down. “Please, do dig in before it gets too cold. I’ve worked too hard for it to go to waste,” He gave you a knowing smile as you blushed down at your plate.

None of them needed to be told twice and they began digging in with such fervor you had to laugh at the barbaric sight.

“Boys, calm down,” Came Bruce’s deep, rumbling timbre from the head of the expensive wood table. You could understand his playboy reputation when he looked and talked like that, but now was definitely not the time to be checking out your friend’s dad. “You act like we don’t feed you.”

“Shi-” Jason sneezed into his arm, cutting off his curse before Alfred could claim any swear jar money. “It’s really good,” He shrugged way too innocently, leaving everyone to roll their eyes.

“So,” Your name dripped from Bruce’s mouth like honey. “What is your secret?”

You met his dark eyes and with a kind, hopefully unaffected, smile before quickly retreating to look at the much less intimidating Alfred. “I just do my own thing and whoever tags along for long enough, I try to keep them around.”

You really didn’t know how else to answer the question and figured you were at least being truthful with them. You’d never been in a situation like this before, let alone in a situation where you had multiple friends.

“I understand,” You glanced back at him to see his face had softened. You waited for the uncomfortable question about why you were always over here or where your parents were, but it never came. “Guess we’ll have to keep you around too, then.” He flashed you a dazzling smile, causing Damian to mutter something under his breath from beside you.

You gave the beguiling man a weak thumbs up, “Sounds good.”

Damian snorted at your awkwardness, only to sneer and shove at your shoulder when you brought your foot down hard onto his from underneath the table in response.

“Master Damian, no roughhousing at the table.”

He stuck out his tongue at you, “She started it.”

“Woah! Careful, Damian you know what she does with those,” Jason said with a wicked glint in his eyes. Tim, to your surprise, chuckled from across the table around a mouthful of purple fluff. How fitting that they wouldn’t let you live down grabbing Damian’s tongue during Injustice.

“Yes. Please refrain from further tongue-grabbing,” He smirked around your last name, “and stomping like a cow.”

“Damian!” Bruce and Tim reprimanded in unison, but you just laughed. You were growing more accustomed to his jokes which were honestly more like jabs than anything else. Nonetheless, you could appreciate his prickly humor.

“What?” He looked innocently from Bruce and Tim to you. “At least she has a sense of humor.”

You shook your head in amusement and sipped at your water. “Thick skin is more like it, asshol-” You looked up quickly, first at Alfred, then at Bruce with worried eyes. You weren’t used to censoring yourself for parental figures. “Sorry,” You managed sheepishly.

“We do have a swear jar here in the manor, Miss,” Alfred says your name. “We wouldn’t want you to start adding to it, now would we?”

“What do you guys do when it’s filled up? Go to Disneyland or some-,” You’d been about to say shit but corrected yourself before it could squeeze out, “-thing?”

You hoped you'd corrected yourself fast enough that Alfred wouldn't claim any swear jar money from you, but his distasteful gaze seemed to say that you were on thin ice.

“Something like that.” Bruce agreed, shooting a highly amused gaze your way.

Dinner continued somewhat normally, with Tim and Damian talking about their respective days at school until it came down to Jason.

Bruce cleared his throat before saying your name. Your eyes instantly drew from your debate with Damian over which genre ‘Las Meninas’ was to Bruce’s baby blues, but they were more focused on the pathetic sniffling mess next to you. “Was telling me earlier about the strange circumstance under which you got sick, Jason. Care to explain?”

You visibly winced in your seat when he turned to glare at you with his gorgeous green eyes.

Whatever.

It’s not like you’d meant to rat anyone out, anyway.

“Must’ve been something in the air, Bruce,” He pushed his empty plate away. “Speaking of, I better go quarantine myself in my room before I share the love with all of you.”

Tim and Damian also went to stand.

You grabbed your plate, getting up from the table with it until Damian slapped the plate out of your hand. “What are you doing?” You gave him a naive look that he ignored in favor of pulling you upstairs. “Come along.”

“Don’t stay up too late now, you two,” Alfred warned after your retreating forms.

“We won’t,” You promised innocently enough.

“You dare lie to my butler?” Damian smirked at you.

“Please, Damian,” You gestured to his short form. “You look like a kid who goes to bed at eight. I garuntee you’ll be out in the fetal position in another three hours tops.”

He snorted, “I could stay up longer than you could ever imagine.”

You knew he hadn’t meant it to sound so provocative, but that didn’t stop the blush that blossomed crudely across your cheeks. “I guess I’ll just have to take your word on that, then.”

Damian didn’t have time to respond as you smacked dead into Jason’s bare chest.

You scrambled backward and attempted to keep your eyes off his oddly scarred chest. The rise and fall of his chiseled stomach ceased as if he'd stopped breathing upon contact. You steeled your face, forcing yourself to look up at his usual blank expression.

The gym shorts he’d had on at dinner, however, had other ideas on where your attention should be. They hung deliciously loose around his protruding muscular hipbones leading your eyes right down to…

“What are you looking at?” He scowled at you, though it held no actual malice. He seemed to be testing you or maybe even teasing, but you couldn’t tell in your flustered state. You were more surprised Damian had remained silent through you blatantly checking out his older brother.

You ignored him and chose to keep your eyes on the towel wrapped around his shoulders for the sake of your own sanity. “So, you cooked for me?”

He’d obviously been caught off guard. “Whatever, just the one time.” You thought back to the scones and somehow now doubted that was the only time based on his sudden defensiveness on the topic. He hesitated before hastily adding, “The other shit didn’t come out right, but it wasn’t even for you, so you get that shit out of your head right now.”

He huffed at your growing smirk. After all, you’d just been the one fawning all over him and now you have him flustered?

Time to amp it up.

“The scones you made were so good! I was getting kind of sad you hadn’t made anything else for me since then,” You trailed off, looking up at him through your lashes. Damian tutted somewhere next to you, but you hardly noticed. It was like Jason had you in a trance where everything disappeared until it was just the two of you locked in a heated gaze.

He broke the eye contact first, running a sheepish hand through his locks before coughing into the crook of his elbow, “Once I’m better, maybe.” You smiled widely, “That is, if I even remember,” He added on with a cool nonchalance you saw right through.

“We should make something together sometime.” He gave you an odd face, knowing the joke Roy would’ve told if he’d been around. “You know what I meant." You sighed, "Cooking, baking, whatever. Anything’s cool.”

"Cool," He fiddled slightly with the ends of his navy towel. “Now move so I can hack up mucus in the shower and shit.”

You ooo’ed, “I’m totally telling Alfred you just said that.”

He glared at you as you waved and left to find Damian, who’d snuck off while you’d been flirting. “I bet you will, snitch,” He called after you.

You ignore his jab, “See you around.” You called back to him, but he was already gone.

•

It was only after you’d beaten Damian three times in a row at Dragon Ball Z that he rage quit and demanded you get ready for bed.

His new puppy Titus followed him around like a, well, lost puppy and went wherever the two of you went. It would be more endearing if he didn’t come up to your tits and all, but, hey, Damian really seemed to cheer up with the new addition to the Wayne family.

You yawned and sleepily followed him and Titus back to his room where he disappeared swiftly into his attached bathroom. Damian reappeared shortly after to open the door for you in sleep shorts and a cotton crewneck.

“Don’t use my face products,” He warned around the toothbrush that was in his mouth.

You rolled your eyes and joined him at the his-and-her sinks to unload your own products, “As if I need your expensive shit. It’s filled with a whole bunch of alcohol and fragrances, anyway.”

“What does that even mean?”

“It means you’re paying for overpriced shit that’s going to make your face break out all for the sake of having a name brand?” You said it as if it were obvious. You snickered as he continued to stare at you with a vexing glare.

He pulled the toothbrush from his mouth to hiss at you, “You’re so annoying. Do you ever hear yourself talking and want to shut up?”

Damian’s fucking funny. You’d never met someone who could banter with you so well before.

“I can’t wait until I leave and you check the ingredients on your shit because I know you will,” You tilted your head condescendingly. “And you know I’m right.”

He flipped you off in the mirror with his signature slitted, hazel glare, “You know nothing, peasant.”

You snorted at the fitting nickname and began your lengthy skincare process. Damian did the same in silence, only stopping a few times to steal glances at you in the mirror and quickly look away when you stared back. You blamed his weird behavior on the late hour and hurried to put on your moisturizer, brush your teeth and call it.

“I totally forgot about the air mattress.” You walked into his room to see the air mattress set up next to the side it seemed Damian slept on. The whole thing looked decked out enough with all its fluffy pillows and soft-looking blankets adorning it that it didn’t seem like it’d be too bad to sleep on, though Damian’s king-sized bed definitely looked a lot more appealing. “You’re such a spoiled fucking brat.”

He chuckled silently and climbed into bed after making Titus scootch over to the edge of his bed. He positioned himself so he was facing the way you were, but he was slightly higher up on his mattress, considering you were ground-level on your blow-up one.

He reached his hand down and you started at him in confusion, thinking he was handing you something. You brought your hand up to meet his cool one and he clasped them together. “Is this comfortable?”

Your arm was only slightly raised and it wasn’t that bad, so you nodded your head, “It’s good.”

“Okay.” He shifted around a bit before settling down, all while keeping your hand clasped in his. “Goodnight.”

“Night, Damian.” You closed your eyes only to open them a moment later to see his closed as well. You closed them again and drifted off to sleep.

When you woke up, it was still dark out.

At some point in the night, Damian slid partially off of his bed and onto yours in just a way that left his legs completely on his bed, but his head and shoulders pressed just slightly into your side on your shorter mattress. Titus had taken up the remaining space on the mattress, leaving nearly no room for Damian.

You winced at the heat on your left hand and noticed it was still encased in Damian’s unrelenting grasp. You pulled it free of the sweaty grip that had accumulated between you and Damian from overnight, trying not to wake him up in the process. Regardless, Damian stirred as soon as you pulled away. Before he could fully wake up, he slumped forward like a slug to completely fall onto your bed with a pained groan into your blanket pile. He shuffled around on the bed so he was facing you with his head on your same pillow.

“My neck is killing,” He rubbed lightly at his neck and pushed at your stomach so you’d make room for him.

You thought back to his uncomfortable-looking position from mere moments ago. “I can’t imagine why,” You teased and giggled softly when he squirmed closer into the newly created space between you.

You could feel the smoothness of his legs as they popped beneath your duvet one at a time. It’s also at that time that he and he began his assault on you with his cold ass feet.

“DAMIAN!” You jolted across the inflatable mattress, but Damian’s arctic feet followed you relentlessly wherever you tried to escape.

“Quiet, wench,” You huffed at the stupid nickname, but remained quiet. All these old-fashioned insults were getting… well, old. “Good,” You blushed pathetically at his praise, thankful it was still dark in the room.

“Whatever, just stop putting your nasty feet on me,” You huffed as you flipped around to snuggle into his chest.

He let out a breathy laugh, “Don’t tell me what to do.”

You’d never heard him sound like that before and it was doing all kinds of things to your already raging hormones. You felt the dull ache of simmering arousal heating up. You were so focused on holding in a moan that you couldn’t stop your hips from inadvertently arching into Damian’s front.

“Watch it,” He moaned lightly, voice barely above a whisper.

“Sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” You quickly whispered back.

It was somewhat the truth.

Namely, you knew it had mostly been on account of Damian’s sexy, newly deepening voice. You hadn’t realized that your tanned friend was capable of producing the most delicious sounds like the one you just bore witness to.

“Don’t let it happen again.” It was dark and deep and, along with his hushed moan, it did nothing to help the wetness that was accumulating in your underwear.

“Sorry,” You said again, forcing yourself to ignore your urge. You eventually fell back asleep, still wrapped in Damian’s arms.

•

“You look well rested today, Damian,” Bruce said when you and Damian joined Bruce and Alfred for breakfast. Just like last night, Damian is sure to pull out your chair and push it in for you before taking a seat himself. “I trust you were both able to get some sleep last night, then?”

“Of course, father.” Damian kept a calm and even tone as he cut into the slice of quiche on his plate.

“So it wasn’t giggling that awoke me at four in the morning then, Master Damian?” He looked between the two of you with a knowing look before cutting into his eggs with careful precision.

“Purely my fault this time, Pennyworth.” Damian looked down at his plate.

Meanwhile, you looked over to Bruce, who you were startled to see was already looking your way. You blushed, not wanting him to think anything had happened because, well, technically it hadn’t… but it also hadn’t been completely innocent either with the bed sharing and spooning. Or had it been???

Ugh.

Breakfast returned somewhat normally, though a bit quieter than it’d been previous to Alfred’s question. That was until a flushed, wet Jason appeared behind Bruce, seeming to be fully recovered in his half-naked state of gym shorts and sneakers.

You attempted to hide your gaze, fighting not to rake your eyes down his toned chest, but your eyes had minds of their own. Without permission, they unabashedly flitted across Jason’s dripping abs to his loose-hanging gym shorts that rode down extremely close to his-

“You’re still here?” He asked you haughtily. It was his turn to eye you up, taking in your PJs up and down.

You went to open your mouth to retort, then took note of Alfred’s polite presence and thought better of it.

He rolled his eyes, seeming to realize your predicament. He came closer to lean casually against Damian’s chair, where he then began to assault his younger brother’s face with intense pokes. You winced at the venom behind each jab of Jason’s index finger into Damian’s tanned cheek.

“Fuck off, Todd,” Damian vehemently batted at his hand with irritation.

“I’ll go get the swear jar,” Alfred sighed, elegantly pushing his chair away from the table. “I would like to have just one proper meal around here for once,” He shook his head and disappeared off to find the elusive jar.

Damian looked at Jason’s dripping wet, rippling abs with disgust. “How long would it have taken you to put on a shirt, ugly?”

“I don’t know, it’s kind of freeing without one. You wouldn’t have the muscles to pull this look off quite yet though there, squirt,” He ruffled Damian’s inky locks and flexed.

You couldn’t understand why he was acting like such an asshole all of a sudden. Not that you could entirely focus on that when the cause of your recent lust was standing directly in front of you exactly how you wanted him: shirtless and wet.

You looked away just as your eyes reached down Jason’s torso to the dark patch of hair that was cut off by a nasty-looking scar. You bit slightly at your lip all while hoping no one had noticed all of your oogling.

“Jason. Stop instigating,” Bruce warned lightly.

“Sure thing, dad!” He said in an over-exaggerated tone and threw his wet towel over your head before sitting next to you. You’d never heard him refer to Bruce that way and outwardly cringed at how forced it sounded coming from his cracked lips.

You peeked out from under his towel with a deadly gaze. “You’re lucky I didn’t do my hair yet, or I would’ve-”

“You would’ve what?” He snorted. “Done nothing? Right, right,” He nodded petulantly at you, flicking the hanging towel as if to cement his point.

You glanced at Damian, but he seemed more preoccupied with the fact Jason was still shirtless. You completely understood his distracted state, still very much in state of your own.

“Why are you being such a dick today?”

“I didn’t see him around here today, actually,” He continued his petty tirade.

You gave him an admonishing look as you dumped his wet towel onto his still-soaked head, “You forgot this.” You scurried away from the table before he could throw the damp fabric back onto your PJs, not caring how rude it might’ve looked to Mr. Wayne. You were quickly preoccupied with how ruthless Jason was being and had to pathetically dodge back around toward Damian in hopes he would avenge you, but Bruce materialized out of nowhere before either could react.

“Get back here,” He smirked around your name, but Bruce caught the towel in his hand before he could throw it at you. He glowered at Jason with an intensity that stopped even you in your tracks.

“Enough.” It was enough that Jason did, in fact, stop but not without letting his annoyance be known.

“What? Let me get this straight. The hellspawn can fuck right under your roof, but I can’t walk around shirtless?”

Bruce tensed, analyzing you and Damian briefly. You looked over at his tired form, noting how resigned he seemed by Jason’s statement, but before you could vouch for yourself, Bruce had already taken control of the situation.

“Enough with the pissing match- both of you,re” He looked from a scowling Damian to a seething Jason. Bruce soothed at the crease in between his brows as he said your name, then Damian’s. “Meet me in my office.” Before you could scurry out from under Bruce Wayne’s intense stare, he continued. “Now,” Jason ooo’ed, leaving Damian to glare at him like he’d reached his limit of patience for the day- no, week. “You can join them if you want to keep instigating.”

“Hey!” Jason threw his hands up in exhasperation. Bruce shot him a warning eyebrow which was enough to shut Jason up. He sulked off to his room, but not before grabbing a piece of toast in a huff.

You looked over at Damian, now recognizing the deep, dark tone he’d used on you last night… He’d been imitating his dad? You wanted to laugh, but the situation was far too intense for it. Instead, you resigned to staring at your feet.

Damian, on the other hand, continued to scowl at his dad, “You’ve got it twisted, old man.” You held in your smile at his insult, figuring it wasn’t the time to be pissing Bruce off any more than he already seemed to be with his sons. You tugged Damian out of his aggressive stance to drag him up the steps to where you guessed his dad’s office might be. Eventually, Damian took charge and led you to where it sat at the end of a short hallway. At the door, he turned to you and offered you simple advice, “Don’t let him intimidate you.”

You snorted, “Easier said than done.”

“You’ll manage just fine. He enjoys your company, it seems.” He sighed as he pushed open the door and sat down in one of the two chairs that faced Bruce’s desk.

“Really?” You raised a dubious brow at him.

“He’s very protective over me and my, erm, well, with fornicating. The Wayne fortune and all.” He looked at you hesitantly, like he didn’t want you to misunderstand what he was saying because it wasn’t about your character at all. He completely trusted you. “He learned this all the hard way,” He added cryptically.

You sat down in the other chair and instantly began to wring your hands in the hem of your PJ top.

“Stop that,” Damian chided. You returned your hands to your side sheepishly. “I told you, don’t be nervous.”

Bruce arrived a few moments later, shutting the door lightly behind him. There was no need for any aggressive door slams, considering his presence alone held all the intimidation he'd ever need.

“You guys aren’t in any trouble,” He said lightly as he leaned against the front of his desk, facing the two of you, “but I do realize you’re both at a confusing, developmental age where you might want to start trying things,” He trailed off, clearing his throat.

You could tell he was trying his best not to make it awkward, but holy fuck was it awkward.

“I’m pretty sure we're both well versed on the sex talk, father,” Damian crossed his arms and looked out the window before he could go any further.

You were grateful for the interruption seeing as, even though your only information had come from school, you felt knowledgeable enough about the topic.

You nodded, but your eyes remained glued to the clock on the wall directly behind his hulking form.

“Are you both sexually active?” You and Damian both laughed at the same time. “Alright then,” He looked from you to his son with gentle eyes, “My best friend when I was your age was a girl named Rachel. I remember what it feels like to be young and in a situation like this. I just want to make sure we were on the same page,” He confided, looking off briefly as if reminiscing before focusing his attention back on the two of you. “Will you be staying over again tonight?”

You thought about your empty apartment absentmindedly and nodded. “If that’s alright, that is!” You were quick to add, seeing as you didn’t want to intrude or overstay your welcome.

“Of course. As I said, you’re welcome over any time. Just be safe.” He looked at his watch and sighed. “I’ll be headed out soon with Tim and Alfred on our trip, but Dick should be around to hold things down while I’m away.”

It was a thinly veiled warning not to do anything stupid and you understood completely.

“We will be respectful of your wishes, Father.” You hummed in agreement.

Bruce walked forward and placed a gentle hand on Damian’s shoulder. “I know you will,” He looked over at you, causing you to flush under his attention. “And I know you will too.”

God, this shit was so fucking awkward. You thought, no, knew that this is probably the first and only time you were glad not to have parents to discuss you the birds and the bees.

You nodded for what seemed like the billionth time, “For sure.”

“Good. You can shut my door on the way out.” Damian got up and you went to follow, but Bruce stopped you before you could leave. “Just be careful,” He looked to Damian at that point, leaving you to wonder what exactly had happened between Bruce and Rachel. “Both of you.”

“Father,” Damian nodded in acknowledgment.

As soon as you were out of his father’s office, he ushered you in the direction of the game room and loaded up GTA V. All the while, you had Bruce’s last words replaying eerily in your head.

“What do you want, Todd?” Damian’s voice drew you from your thoughts.

You looked up and over to the doorway to see Jason draped against it in a way that accentuated every muscle on his body without even trying.

“Bruce told me to come apologize.”

“Okay,” Damian paused your game to give Jason his undivided attention. “Get on with it then.”

“Don’t make me regret doing this, fuckface,” Jason merely shook his head, looking at the ground.

Damian pinched his face together at the nickname, “Doing what, Todd? For fucks sake, just say something.”

You giggled. One stern look from Jason through the slits of his eyes, causes you to cease under the intensity of his green glare.

“Whatever. Don’t be lame about it, but me and Roy-”

“Roy and I,” You and Damian corrected in unison.

“Yup, already regretting this. Nevermind. Bye.” Jason spun around to leave, but you got up and grab his pale arm before he could.

“Please tell us?”

He looked down into your sincere eyes and sighed like he regretted ever stepping foot in the room.

It was weird how he could go from sitting with you at lunch and skipping with you and helping you through the whole... incident to being embarrassed to be seen with you. And by weird, you meant hurtful.

You didn’t have time to mull it over before he divulged your curiosity.

“Fine,” He flicked your hand off of him with ease. “There’s a party here tonight, so stay out of the way or come. I really don’t care as long as neither of you snitches,” He shot you a pointed look.

“I didn’t even snitch!” You said to no avail. He merely rolled his eyes, clearly not believing you in the slightest.

He gave you both a stern look as he pointed to both of you and backed out of the room, “Keep it quiet and don’t make me regret inviting you lame freshmen.”

You ignored his jab, thinking back to how lucky you were to have randomly packed a dress in your haste. You lamented, however, when you came to the realization that you’d only packed a single pair of PJs. You’d have to get a shirt or something from one of these Wayne’s, but definitely not from Damian’s twig-ass.

•

It was yours and Damian’s first high school party, so you guys got ready together. Downstairs, you could hear the commotion from Roy and Jason obnoxiously setting shit up for the party. It seriously sounded like they had a gang of thirty-some people breaking in or something, though you hardly doubted anyone could get past the extensive security system Wayne Manor had.

“This one,” He held up a green plaid shirt, “or this one?” He switched hangers to show off a white dress shirt and argyle sweater vest.

“Damian, you’re 14 not 40,” You stopped doing your makeup to go over and look through his closet. “Don’t you have a plain v-neck or something? Seriously it’s like a closet for a miniature businessman.”

“You don’t have to insult my height or lack thereof, every time,” He scowled your name.

You peered back at him mirthfully, “If your increase in voice crack frequency is anything like lighting and thunder, I’m pretty sure you won’t have to worry about your shortness for too long.” You go back to looking through his excessive sweater vest collection. “Plus, your dad’s pretty tall, so you at least have that going for you too. He is your dad- right?”

“Whatever. And yes, biologically,” He seemed hesitant to say more, but you were used to it after how Jason acted around the subject too. Damian seemed a lot more proud of being a Wayne than Jason ever did though, that was for sure.

“Here!” You throw him a black faux-turtle neck shirt and a pair of jeans to ease the awkwardness. “Do you have any tennis shoes?”

“You mean sneakers?” He snorted.

"Same shit," You rolled your eyes. “Do you have them or not?” He left for a bit and you took the chance to slip into your forest green long sleeve mock-neck dress with a sweetheart cutout on the chest, revealing a generous amount of your cleavage.

“I have red and oh-” Damian stopped in his tracks at the sight of you in your outfit before clearing his throat like he hadn’t completely just malfunctioned at the sight of you. “Red or blue.”

You shrugged, thinking either would look good, “You choose.”

“Fine then,” He then went about putting the read oens on whilst perched on the end of his bed.

You rolled your eyes, thinking back to his go-to color choice for painting, “Typical.” You went into the bathroom to finish your smoked-out, dark brown eye with a sharp cat eye and nude lip just as the party was getting started. “You think we should wait an hour and then go down?”

“Why would we be late for a party that’s being thrown right here?”

“Ever heard of fashionably late, Damian?”

“It’s what father says every time he’s running behind schedule.”

“No, that’s a pathetic excuse for tardiness,” You clasped at his shoulders. “This is a statement. A cool statement.”

Damian looked at you with boredom, “I don’t see the difference.”

“Because you’re not cool yet, it’s okay,” You patted his shoulder condescendingly. “Listen, we’ll wait thirty minutes and go down.”

“15.”

“20.”

“Deal,” He shook your hand with stormy, unreadable eyes. You could’ve sworn he was pissed off, but you could never be too sure with Damian. “In the meantime, what do you suggest we do?” His tone was somewhat teasing, leaving you to believe that, perhaps you’d read his ‘annoyance’ compeltely wrong.

“We could always pregame?”

“Yes, gaming would be good.”

You snickered when he led you to the game room. You stayed and played Lego Batman until two seniors burst in whilst attacking each other with their tongues while you guys were five rounds in.

“This is our cue to head down.”

Damian nodded as he hid his favorite controller. “Jason’s a dumbass if he thinks these plebs aren’t going to steal.”

“I didn’t even think about that.”

“You wouldn’t, would you?” You giggled and pushed at him as he came to your side. Together you walked down the main staircase and witnessed the wreckage below for the first time.

Sweaty, already drunk bodies twisted together in a mangled mass around every square inch of the place. Smoke, whether from cigarettes or what, you didn’t know, covered the air in a blanket of fog over the foyer where the main action was happening.

There was even a DJ. Well, DJ was a bit of an exaggeration considering it was just some kid with a laptop and Spotify premium next to a makeshift dance floor.

You were quickly enveloped in the madness as soon as you reached the ground, only finding relief at the familiar reddish bob of Roy’s head. He caught sight of you, then Damian’s signature scowl and waved you over only to be left speechless by your revealing dress.

“Eyes up, creep,” Jason joked to a completely distracted Roy.

“Yeah, yeah," Roy said, waving him off.

"Anyway,” Jason said, addressing you and Damian again, “get some beer, don’t make fools of yourselves and,” Jason leaned in close enough for you to smell that he’d way overdone it on the cologne. “Try to stay out of the way. Got it? Awesome,” Jason saluted you and Damian and stalked off to where Roy was busy hitting on a group of senior girls.

You bristled, turning to Damian who also looked just as put off.

“It’s not too late to just play video games, you know,” You offered.

He glared at you for even thinking to say so, especially after the disgusting sight you both beared witness to in the game room. You definitely didn’t want to walk in on anyone or, worse, sit where anyone had been… well.

“This is our first party and we will stay. We’re already late enough as it is.”

“20 minutes isn’t even that bad! Plus, look,” You pointed to the doorway where the rest of the seniors were just now filing in. “See. The cool, older kids are just getting here now too.”

““Alright,” He looked at them, nodding. “I suppose we’ve done well for ourselves, then.”

“I told you I wouldn’t lead us wrong.”

It was getting harder and harder to hear each other of the roar of the crowd and the obnoxious bass system Roy had hacked into in order to play his Spotify setlist for the night. Not to mention how crowded and hot the room was already getting.

“Are parties supposed to be this hot and claustrophobic?”

You shrugged, grabbing his hand to lead him over to where the beer was being handed out by two guys you’d never seen.

“ID’s?”

“ID’s?” Damian mocked them, hands landing squarely on the fold up table with enough force to make it cave in a bit. “This is my fucking house. Now, hand over the refreshments or face my wrath.”

They cackled at Damian’s vengeful eyes but did end up handing you each two cans of some piss-tasting beer.

“Okay, beer acquired,” You laughed lightly as Damian nearly spit out his first sip.

“Holy shit, this is fucking terrible.” He downed the first can in seconds and didn’t hesitate to chuck it at the back of Elliot’s blonde head. It landed with a loud thump that you could hear from over the blasting bass, causing you to cover your mouth in disbelief.

“HEY!” You and Damian quickly ducked behind the ping pong table and snickered.

“There’s something seriously wrong with you, but I think I love it,” You playfully pushed his shoulder.

Once the coast was clear of Elliot, he helped you to stand.

“Glad to hear it,” He cheers’ed you again and downed the second one.

“You might wanna slow down there, buddy.” Two beers in less than ten minutes? Not a good start for the rules Jason had just laid out.

“Please, I’ve been drinking since I was six,” He waved off your concern easily as he finished the remains of his can.

You thought back to how strict Bruce seemed and doubted the validity of his statement. The last thing you wanted to do is upset the man who’s given you shelter and food when all he’d asked for in return was respect.

“Sure,” You sipped carefully at your own as you watched him go back and get more.

The majority of the night was spent with you and Damian chatting about random shit once it was settled that Damian refused to dance and you refused to dance alone.

True to their word, Jason and Roy really had ditched you to be with Damian all night. You couldn’t deny it made your heart hurt at what you interpreted as rejection. You weren’t cool enough to hang out with them in front of others, or, maybe they didn’t want people to know they actually hung out with you in the first place. Was that acid reflux or your heart exploding into your throat? No, it was definitely acid reflux from the shitty ass beer.

Tipsy Damian truly was the only thing getting you through the night.

“You wanna play beer ping pong?” He said randomly to you, motioning to the table you’d been ducking under two hours earlier.

“Beer pong?” You gently corrected him. “Sure,” You got up and walked over to where a game was ending between two groups of senior guys. Meanwhile, the trashed senior girls mainly stood around the table to watch and cheer.

When you approached you heard the whispers and snickers start, but you were buzzed enough to able to ignore most of it. You were three beers deep and they weren’t going to ruin your good time, especially when Damian was loosening up as much as he was. It was as if he was finally acting his age for once and you were having a blast.

“Who wants some of this?” Damian shouted at the snickering group of seniors, but, eventually, two of them agreed.

“This is gonna be funny,” He nudged his friends as they gathered around the table to watch.

“We’ll see about that,” Damian egged them on. “My drunk aim is better than your sober one any day, fool.”

“This kid’s weird. Mad respect,” He snorted and missed his first shot. You were up and dunked it on your first and second try. “Damnnn,” The senior drank both cups and winced. “I’m gonna feel that later for sure.”

His friend went next and sunk both shots, leaving Damian to drink two more that he probably shouldn’t have. Regardless, your friend wasl still able to make his next two shots, so he couldn’t be that drunk yet… right?

At this point, people at the party had begun to crowd around and place bets.

“GUYS! CLASH OF THE CLASSES!” Someone to your right screamed causing a loud cheer to ripple throughout the room. More and more people joined around the small table and you were definitely feeling the pressure.

Damian on the other hand? He was loving it.

He nudged you in your side lightly, “Told you we would’ve had a blast together at last year's party.”

You could see it in his eyes he was definitely feeling it and laughed with ease, “Anything we do together is fun, Damian.”

He blushed, “Of course.”

“Six left for freshman, eight left for seniors!” Someone called out the score for the room.

You were met with loud boo’s that Damian ate up. He was way too into it, but it made it all the more fun for your now slightly tipsy self.

It was at this point that you saw Roy and Jason break away from their small group. You watched as they tore through to the front of the crowd that surrounded you and Damian with anxious looks adorning their faces.

Jason came right up behind you with an audible huff.

“I thought I told you guys to lay low,” He hissed mainly at you since Damian clearly wasn't the soberest out of the two of you.

You didn’t know what to say, electing to give him an apologetic, somewhat awkward, smile as you dunked your other two balls without ever looking away from him.

“YOO, NO WAY!” The opposing senior lamented, causing everyone to loose their shit in a ferocious roar that left you to cover your ears.

Man, could drunk kids cheer.

Damian was swept into the chaotic energy of the boisterous room and lifted you up into a spin before forcing you into an aggressive chest bump. You rubbed tenderly at the point of impact after he finally released you, nearly doubling over in laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation. What made the whole thing better was Jason’s constipated face behind Damian’s beet red shit-eatting grin.

Damian, true to his earlier word about not being drunk, landed both shots even in his not-so-sober state. He yelled out your last name with an excitement that had Jason rubbing at his temples.

Roy came up from behind Jason to see what all the ruckus was and chuckled, “Oh, this is good.” Roy soon joined in on the cheers and you blushed at his and Jason’s attention that was now fully on you.

The seniors missed theirs and someone yelled out the updated score.

Two more rounds like you’d been performing and this shit would be over with you only having to drink one.

“We play next!” Roy jostled a deadpan Jason who looked like he would rather shoot himself in the foot.

You finished up your first game after only having to drink two more cups, but you guys had ultimately won. Jason reluctantly let Roy drag him into a game as the crowd was still hyper from the last match. He looked from a stoned Roy next to him, then across the table to you and a highly energetic drunk Damian who was acting more like a kid on a sugar high. Jason was completely over the situation and completely over his dumb friends, you could tell amusedly. Good. It was about time he acknowledged your presence.

Roy took the first shot and it bounced straight into your cleavage. “Sorry. Guess I have a habit of aiming where I’m looking at, princess,” He winked at you with a tipsy smirk.

Your heart skipped a beat, but you hoped it didn’t show.

You retrieved the ball from its precarious position with an abashed expression, shooting him a glare while motioning for him to hurry it up. After all, you didn’t want to be stuck playing ping pong for another 20 minutes. If you could even last another ten, you’d be content. At the rate you’d been drinking over such a short period of time, you were definitely starting to feel the effects of the piss-tasting beer you’d had the displeasure of drinking all night.

It was a fairly close game, proving it hadn’t been sheer drunk luck that you and Damian ended up being beer pong fiends, but, being as close as it was, your shots were getting sloppier and sloppier. When it came down to your turn, you looked across the table at the last cup and sighed as the one cup spun into two, three- ugh.

You winced, throwing your first ball at the third, most focused cup in your spinning vision, but you’d chosen wrong and ultimately threw it at Jason’s crotch instead. Hey, maybe you had the same problem Roy had. The redhead seemed to think so too as he nudged Jason with a resounding snicker that you could hear even over the crowd.

You were surprised the game had been able to hold everyone’s attention for as long as it had, considering everyone was still gathered shoulder to shoulder to try and catch a glimpse of the action.

“Trick shot for the last one,” The dude you’d just played warned you as you set up your last shoo-in shot.

Jason came to your defense with a quick ease that shut down any further arguments, “That’s not a real rule.”

You could tell that they hadn't wanted either of you drinking anymore just to win, even though you'd assured them you were fine. Aside from the slight buzz and heat that has settled across your skin, you could still see and think somewhat straight.

Without a second thought, you turned around and threw your last ball over your shoulder, figuring it was probably better that you couldn’t see. It sank with a resounding ‘plop’ into Jason’s cup mere seconds later.

“Fuck my life,” Jason said, rubbing his hands pathetically down his face.

Not only had he lost the match in front of the entire his entire grade, but you and Damian were breaking the only other rule he’d given you: don’t make fools of yourselves.

Your celebration dance with Damian seemed straight out of The Parent Trap and Jason begged for Roy’s help in hiding you two for the rest of the night.

Luckily, he told Jason to knock it off and that you guys were just having fun. “How many times have you seen them let loose?”

“Yeah, Jason,” You stuck out your tongue, becoming surprised when Damian grabbed it with a loud snort. “Hey!”

“Now we’re even,” He laughed as he said your last name. He looked unsteady with a blaring red ringing his face, “We should sit.” Which was Damian code for he wanted to sit.

Another group of teens had already taken over playing, so you guys wandered back towards the makeshift bar, where there were a few seats scattered around the bustling dance floor. Damian uneasily plopped down into one of the fold-up chairs while Jason sat down with more grace and draped his arm around the back of Damian’s.

Roy crossed his arms, “You guys are lame. It’s barely even one in the morning.”

“Pathetic,” You drunkenly nodded, causing an odd rush to ripple across your brain. You shook the odd feeling and glanced enviously at the groups of people dancing. It was then you realized, that, yes, you’d been to your first party, but you hadn’t even gotten to dance because of Damian’s blatant refusal.

Roy, catching your line of sight, took the opportunity to steer you away from Jason and out onto the dance floor without saying a word. Somewhere behind you, Damian protested even as drunk as he was, but you ignored him and quickly fell into a drunken rhythm with Roy in the sea of sweaty, hormonal bodies.

You were glad for the confidence boost the beer had given you because normally, you’d be running for the hills. The contact was intoxicating, even maybe more so than the alcohol currently thrumming across your warm skin.

Roy quickly took the lead, twirling you around while holding your back against his front as he trapped you with your intertwined hands. You released your hold on his grip to drag them lazily up your chest and under your chin, where he lightly nudged at the side of your face with his own

His breath was directly against your ear, cuasing you to stumble slightly into him. He ate this up with a ferocious intensity you weren’t used to being directed your way.

He brought his hands to your hips, where they gripped down as if to avoid the temptation of wandering elsewhere.

To reward him, you ground back into him but quickly doubted yourself. You found yourself faltering, even after you’d felt his sharp exhale against the gentle skin of your ear. You shifted your head slightly, bumping your nose against his own, which continued to hover lowly near the side of your face.

“Just like the motorcycle!” You turned around to face him before he could react, nearly brushing your lips against his own in the process. You couldn't help but giggle at the missed contact.

You took your close proximity and prime position of your chest against his own as an opportunity to throw your arms around his neck and draw him closer. You felt the music coursing through you as you swayed your hips against his front as you slowly sank down his body with your hands unlatching from behind his neck to trail down his front lightly as you went.

He snorted and pulled you up before your mouth could get any closer to his crotch before bringing you upright again to spin you into a twirl. He then dipped you down, where he held you for a moment.

“Yeah,” He drawled deeply, “just like it.” His voice was raspy like he’d been smoking. Based on the underlying scent that lingered beneath his suffocating cologne and his glowing verdancy against the reds of his eyes, it seemed like he very may well have been.

You squealed, clasping your hands together in sheer delight at the action while still in the dip. No one had ever danced with you, let alone dipped you like this. It left you in a whirlwind of butterflies and pure, confused arousal.

Roy brought you back up and pointed over to the corner with a smirk and spun you around so you could see Jason and Damian sitting hunched over with matching scowls. You waved, still within his grasp, leaving them to quickly sit up and correct themselves nonchalantly.

“Since neither of ‘em dance, should we should give ‘em a show, darlin’?” He joked in a horrible southern drawl.

You tipped a fake cowboy hat at him, “Sure, thing pardner.”

He threw his head back and laughed. “You’re funny,” He said your name as he placed his hands on your waist. He pulled you onto his knee, which was slightly bent to accommodate for your height difference. “Ever seen Dirty Dancing?”

You gasped drunkenly, “Of course, it’s iconic.” His eyes held a devilish glint you count place. “Why?”

“Come on, be my baby tonight. I already got you out of the corner and everything, princess.”

You stiffened in his grasp, stumbling to find an intelligent response, but he was already there, guiding your upper body to spur movement. You gave into willingly, still trapped in the hypnotizing gaze of his half-opened emerald eyes.

“Roy.” Is all you managed to gasp as you brought your arms back around his neck to begin grinding into his movements. You then proceeded to replicate as much as you could remember about the scene from the movie in your drunken state. Halfway through the song, you felt your dress riding up with each grind into his muscular thighs. You’d attempted to unwrap one arm from around him to pull it down before your bare ass could be exposed to the entire party, but Roy was already way ahead of you.

“I got you, princess,” He yelled over the thumping bass.

You inadvertently arched against his chest as he moved a hand tantalizingly slow down the side of your thigh. His sweaty, freckled hands pulled down at the offending fabric before sliding them back up just as slowly to rest again at your waist.

Your head was already spinning, but Roy's presence alone was making you dizzy.

“Thanks,” You responded breathlessly.

He pulled you back to him to wrap your arms back around his neck as he leaned your torso backward with his to do a sultry half dip. Meanwhile, your thighs remained interwoven with his own thick ones. It was just like the movie.

You snorted suddenly, finally reaching your limit and pushed him away just as the friction from his thigh was getting to be too good. You were feeling way too drunk and way too entranced by Roy’s body heat to be this close to him right now, especially when you were already confused by your feelings for, well, everyone around you, essentially.

“Alright, I think I’m all danced out. I’m gonna go join the grumps.”

Surprisingly, Roy smacked at your arm and motioned for you to lead the way.

You shot him a confused glance considering he’d ditched you earlier to hang with the senior girls, but in your drunken state, all you could focus on was the electricity that still remained where he’d been touching you.

He ended up leading you over to where Jason and Damian were talking about a book you couldn’t focus on over the pounding of the bass, or, wait- was that your head? Ugh.

You brought a palm up to your head to stop the head rush, but it was pointless. Your brain felt like it was on a rollercoaster.

Jason called your name, “You should sit down.”

You nodded.

Sitting.

That sounded good.

Yes.

All the seats were taken, so without a second thought, you dropped clumsily into Jason’s lap. You only stopped to second guess yourself when you felt him stiffen underneath your touch.

Fuck it, you were too drunk to care.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and nestled into it no matter how much he protested. His cologne, mixed with his sweat from the night, quickly became your favorite scent. Definitely a step up from the overbearing shit from earlier.

“Mmm,” You mumbled into his slightly damp skin.

Damian seemed slightly more sober, while you seemed slightly more intoxicated than before you went dancing. You didn't see it, but Damian eyed you with an unreadable, hazy gaze.

“Careful, now, Jay,” Roy gestured to Jason’s beet-red face. “She’s my dancing partner.”

You lazily smiled at his wink before burying your head in the crook of Jason’s neck again.

Jason and Roy stuck around you and Damian a bit longer and thought you’d both been handling your alcohol well enough to leave the two of you on your own while, so they went to get refills. They came back to see you being lifted onto the ping pong table by the crowd to dance and quickly sprung into action. They glared at a sleeping Damian and were on you in an instant, pulling you down without hesitation before you could embarrass yourself.

Roy was quick to pull down your dress that had ridden up again at the same time Jason lifted you off the table. You used him as your primary support once you were on the ground again as you stumbled to regain your balance.

“But wait!” You tried to plead with them as you stumbled and slurred in their supportive grasp.

“Release my ping pong beer partner!” Damian, now awake, stumbled after the three of you toward the blocked-off service stairs in the kitchen.

“Close,” You snorted into Roy’s shoulder at Damian’s inability to grasp the name beer pong, “so close.”

“What’s going on here?”

Hey, you knew that sexy voice…

“Speedo!” You greeted the raven-haired man with a drunken grin, attempting to shake his hand. “You’re dressed this time.” Your head snapped up and down erratically as you took in his tight-fitting police academy uniform. “Still good, though. You look-” Roy swiftly covered your mouth with his hand while Jason attempted to cover you and Damian from his line of sight.

You hiccuped lightly, which Roy attempted to cough in order to cover the offending noise.

“She’s just messing around,” He reassured a skeptical Dick. “Right?” Jason said your name and turned around to give you a ‘don’t blow this’ type of look that, in your drunken state, you took to mean continue rambling about how hot his older brother was.

“Dick,” You snorted and forgot what you’d been about to say due to the obvious, funny nature of his name. “We’re just cool over here, just chillin’,” You leaned further onto Roy’s shoulder as your legs began to wobble due to the lack of Jason’s support on your other side. “Keeping it a scorching 100 over here, playaaa,” You shot a bemused Dick the ‘okay’ symbol with your hand and attempted to close your eyes as Damian had moments earlier.

“Alright,” He sounded extremely entertained.

That was good. Right?

“Guys, he believes us,” You tried to whisper, keyword tried, thinking you had it made, but Jason’s quick glare that met your own when your eyes finally reopened seemed to say otherwise.

“Do we need to pay the toll, or can the troll fuckin’,” Damian belched loudly, “Moooove.”

“I know Bruce sent you, but please don’t tell him about this.”

You peaked over at Jason to see him busy reasoning with Dick while you were more preoccupied with nuzzling your nose into Roy’s sticky neck. You were feeling very cuddly tonight for some reason.

“Princess, chill out with that,” He muttered quietly to you and you nodded up and down against the skin of his neck. “Can you keep it chill?” He asked under his breath, looking directly into your slitted eyes from the corner of his own.

“For sure,” You nodded seriously before turning to Dick to correct your previous statement. “Hey, Dick. Quick update.”

“No, no, no,” Jason attempted to shush you, but Dick mirthfully motioned for you to continue. “I’m listening.”

“Just wanted to let you know that now we’re actually keeping it a chill 100 over here,” You snorted and completely lost balance. “Playaaa!” Jason rushed to your side before you could fall in order to relieve Roy of some of your dead weight.

“Dick, seriously. I’ll pay you,” Jason had resorted to bartering with the older man, who appeared extremely amused.

He waved his hands in front of him dismissively. “As long as no one gets hurt, we’re all good here.”

“Seriously?” Jason and Roy exclaimed in unison.

Dick nodded, “I just happened to look at the cameras, but I don’t think Bruce has, so it should be all good on that front.” Jason nodded animatedly. Dick looked to Damian, who was attempting to fight both Jason and Dick off at the same time, then over to you, who was slowly falling asleep in Jason and Roy’s arms. “Kids gotta have fun at some point. Besides, I have a date to get back to, but you really should shut this down before Bruce decides to check in for himself,” He finally moved, allowing you guys to pass up the stairs.

“Think you could help me out with that, Officer Grayson?” Jason asked as he looked back to the raging party that showed no signs of slowing any time soon.

Dick grinned wickedly, tipping his police cap, “With pleasure.”

•

You woke up in the wee hours of the morning with a rude awakening that splattered all over Damian’s toilet.

“Ughhhh.”

Damian sighed from behind you, coming over to hold your hair throughout the ordeal. He only slightly made fun of you for missing the bowl, but, for the most part, ended up comforting you. He rubbed at your back as you dry heaved and only left to get you some water and a new toothbrush.

“What happened to my one from earlier?” You asked as he handed you the new one.

“You said my bathtub was dirty and started cleaning it with it.” His eyes were too jocular for it being five in the morning.

You wrinkled your nose, “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Ew,” You said still grossed out.

“Yeah.”

You both laughed before noticing that you were still in your party dress. Without thinking, you took it off under the false pretense that you had shorts and a bra on underneath but quickly and all too late, remembered you’d foregone them.

Damian’s eyes widen and you were quick to cover yourself up, not that it stopped the er, rising problem Damian had acquired at the sight. Bruce’s words from a few days ago forcibly sprang to mind as your heart confusedly raced at the thought of what lay beneath. ‘Be careful.’

Damian, without another word, turned around to give you some privacy.

“Sorry, I forgot.” You said, feeling completely embarrassed as you searched around single-handedly for your sleep shirt but remembered all you had were the ones from the previous night. “Do you have something I could wear?”

He looked over at you, “No.”

You'd already realized earlier that nothing he had would fit your frame and sighed.

“Look away.”

He obliged again easily as you looked around for a loose blanket or clothes but ultimately found nothing.

“This never happened,” He whispered your first name, catching you off guard in your search for clothes.

“Okay.” You nodded in the darkness, not knowing what else to say.

Your face felt warm when Damian patted the spot next to him on his bed and you obliged, curling into his chest where you felt the remnants of his arousal. You controlled yourself in your still slightly buzzed state and instead focused on steadying your breathing.

Titus whimpered lightly from where his heavy form had been forced to the edge of the bed, but, eventually, he was able to find a comfortable position.

Your pounding head and arousal eventually quelled and you were able to finally drift off, though the heat remained on your cheeks longer after you both fell back asleep.

•

You awoke again with a start as Damian’s door was thrown open by Jason, who looked like an absolute zombie. He hadn’t seemed to notice you yet because he avoided the air mattress that was deceivingly fluffed up by the bedding. At first glance, the pillows hidden beneath the blankets appeared to be your sleeping form.

Titus barked, jumping up from the bed to run past Jason. The Great Dane disappeared down the hallway in a rush, most likely in search of breakfast.

“Wake up, you annoying little fuck,” Jason smacked a hard fist down on Damian’s side that was curled around you. “We got busted.”

“Todd!” Damian growled with enough venom to have you hastily escaping from his arms.

Jason’s eyes blew open at the sight of you naked in Damian’s bed and backed away instantly. “Woah, you guys know I was just joking about the fucking part yesterday.”

Damian wore a satisfied smirk that you quickly smacked at with a pillow.

“Nothing happened. Now both of you look away,” You clutched at your chest, realizing you had just exposed it to both Jason and Damian.

You rubbed at your pounding temple as you remembered the fact that you had no clean clothes with you and none of Damian’s would fit. So, did that leave you to wear this blanket around until you got home? God, you hoped not.

Damian sensed your problem with ease, “Todd. Fetch her some clothes.”

“Why the fuck do I have to do it?” But he started looking around on the floor anyway like the gentleman he was.

“No, I meant your clothes, you annoying fat fuck,” Damian gave a devilish grin as he spat Jason’s earlier insult back at him. “Nothing I have will fit.”

He looked at you and shrugged, coming back with red cotton gym shorts and a soft, white short sleeve v-neck before leaving without a word. Damian quickly followed after him, giving you the chance to change.

It’s only after you looked in Damian’s mirror that you noticed the shirt was somewhat see-through due to its lightweight nature and color. Better than something dirty, though, you thought with a shrug and scoured around the floor for your things to pack back up into your bag.

Once you’d collected everything, you scurried downstairs to where Jason and Damian were already at each other’s throats.

“Woah, what happened? I only took two minutes.” You went to break them apart, but Bruce beat you to it. You startled away from the older man to let him handle it.

To your surprise and amusement, you noticed Roy still lingering about, though he was too busy groaning and hiding from the light to acknowledge you or the tense situation.

“BOYS!” Bruce’s demanding voice echoed throughout the manor with a reverberating force.

Roy winced and smacked his hands over his ears, no doubt still feeling the lingering effects of last night as much as you were.

Boys? Well, that didn’t include you!

You attempted to sneak forward toward the front door with your bag in tow before anyone could notice, but you were quickly spotted and reprimanded.

“You. Stay.”

You winced, shamefully retreating back to where the boys were lined up, including Roy, with your tail between your legs. After the conversation you'd had in his office, you knew you’d betrayed his trust.

“Why does she need to be here for this?” Jason complained. “The whole thing was my idea anyway. This is between you and me, Bruce.”

He glanced down at your outfit with a barely quirked brow, “She’s here because she’s family. As much as Roy and Stephanie are, at least.”

Family?

Bruce Wayne was calling you family?

You'd never even heard your parents say the word.

You gleamed inwardly at the acceptance, but it was soured by the fact that you’d already gone and let him down. The first chance you got at an actual family and you’d fucked it up.

Maybe that’s why your parents never hung around.

Whether it was the remnants of the alcohol, the weight of the past few days, or even just the disappointed look in Bruce’s eye, you couldn’t help the sniffles that trickled from you. They started off slow, then erupted all at once. Heavy tears soon poured from your eyes, cascading down your quivering lips before splattering against the ruined carpet below.

You’d never been reprimanded before, only ever having been ignored. This being so, you had no idea what to say other than ‘sorry’ over and over again until Bruce finally put a hand on your shoulder just as he had previously. It was meant to comfort, but you still shrunk away from his touch.

"It's okay," He sensed your hesitancy and withdrew his hand immediately. “Hey, it’s not that serious,” He switched up his tone to be more jovial, Do you know how many parties I threw here back in the day?” You shook your head ‘no’ and he sighed, seeming to think back on all the trouble he’d got into. “Well, it was a lot.” Your tear-stained eyes met his sincere blue ones.

“Okay,” You pouted, wiping at your cheeks.

He couldn't help but laugh a bit at your lackluster response. "Alright," Bruce’s eyebrows creased together as he pondered a fitting punishment. “Just get this cleaned up. Alfred's on vacation for the next two days,” He glanced pointedly at the four of you before walking off, leaving you all to the piles of empty cups and trash.

Jason was on you in an instant.

“Fucking crybaby,” Jason teased you. You quickly wiped at the remaining tears on your face with vigor as if it would somehow hide what they’d already bore witness to.

“Please,” Damian was quick to come to your defense. “You’re lucky she spouted so many tears. Father went easy on us,” Damian pointed out what you’d all been thinking.

Jason instantly quieted without further insults, realizing it was true. He gave you one last unreadable look before silently going back to picking up the copious amounts of red solo cups that littered the floor.

Roy sidled up behind you, tapping you on the opposite shoulder of where he was and flicked your nose when you finally turned the other way.

“I think I know whose clothes those are. And I can see why he gave them to you,” You attempted to whack your broom at him in retaliation, but he just laughed and slid out of the way. “You dancin’ with Jay over there now?” He wiggled his brows as he easily dodged another one of your broom attacks.

Even Damian couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off of your chest, which was tenting salaciously against the thin fabric.

“Whatever. My head hurts too much to deal with your shit right now, Roy.”

He left you alone with a knowing smile that you ignored in favor of starting to clean.

You knew this break from reality would have to come crashing back down on you sooner rather than later. You also knew that this meant that you’d eventually have to face your sketchy apartment. All this being said, you knew you'd be able to take anything on with your newfound system of support.

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redhead-batgal · 1 year

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hey may I request a batfamily thing where they help the reader who's mourning over a friend's death who has died due to cancer (cause I'm mourning over a youtuber who's name is technoblade who has died today to cancer and I need something fluffy btw your welcome to ignore my ask if you want )

(Sorry, this is so late, I've been going through a hard time recently, but things are getting better! Anyways I hope this helps 😊)

You could barely breathe. Dead, they were dead. Your breath skipped as you forced a smile on your face looking up from your phone. Duke and Damian were talking while Steph and Cass curled into each other on the couch trying to decide what to watch.

They-they didn't seem to care-no no they didn't know. And even if they did, this was your friend. You knew they had been fighting for years, just a little after you had met even.

Cancer.

It was painful and agonizing, yet they always smiled at you. Acted as if nothing was wrong and everything was going to be alright. But they knew it wasn't. Was that why they hadn't said anything? Was that why you found out... found out they spent their last moments alone over text instead of being by their side holding their hand making sure they knew they were loved?

Steph snorted and you swallowed, feeling something building up in your throat. Your breath picked up for just a moment and you forced a slow breath out.

You- you needed a moment. A moment alone, alone so that no one else was bothered by- by your tears.

Sliding your phone into your pocked you rose to your feet causing Cass and Damian to look at you. Duke blinked before looking up from his notebook, his brows furrowed.

"Is everything okay Y/N?"

You nodded, that fake smile searing into your face. You needed to reply, breathe-breathe breathe.

"Yeah" You began your voice cracking.

Forcing laugh you cleared your throat and tried again, "Yeah, sorry. I'm just tired. I think I'm gonna go take a nap."

Duke gave you a somewhat concerned look before smiling and nodding. Damian eyed you before turning back to his sketch book. Cass stared at you, and you gave her a tight smile.

'Feel better' She signed meeting your eyes.

You nodded and signed back, 'Got it.'

With that you turned and left the room your heart beating faster and faster.

How many years had it been since you'd first met them? Four, five? Years felt like lifetimes and yet... they were alone, alone and now gone.

You felt your breathing hiccup as your throat became tight. Walking faster you moved towards the room you used while staying in Wayne manor.

You hand had just barely touched the knob when you felt the tears. Yanking the door open you scrambled into the room before closing the door behind you.

You barely make it to your bed side you, collapse in on yourself. Tears hot and quick spills down your face. Your knees give you and your find yourself on the floor in front of your bed.

Body shaking as your throat got tighter and tighter and tears didn't stop you pressed your face into your hands.

Memories sharp and clear came to your mind. Their smiling face and the way they would roll their eyes when you would do something stupid.

Their laughter and sense of humor. How they wouldn't let the cancer get the best of them. They ordered ridiculous wigs and had fun when all their hair fell out.

You remembered their sleeping face and the sound of the heart monitor beeping when you got to have a sleep over just once. How their eyes lit up when something intrigued them or how they could talk for hours about the randomist of things.

You remembered the tears on their face when you gave them a birthday present despite barely having any money. You remember them scolding you then pulling you into a hug.

You remembered their words, "You're my best friend. No one could ever replace you."

You remembered how they would look out the window with glazed eyes and a small smile. How they would tilt their head back to feel the sun and how they held your hand with a cracked voice and pale lips, they whispered,

"I love you."

Then, then in a shattering of silence you remembered how they were alone when they went. Probably staring out the window, a soft smile- thinking it was better you weren't there.

Forcing back the tears you swallowed and pulled your knees to your chest. Pressing your face into your arms you breathed, slowly and carefully, breath hiccupping and throat aching everyone in a while.

In the silence you realized, you- you didn't want to be alone. Not in the dark and with the memories but- but what were you going to do?

There was a knock on the door, and you felt yourself whimper, however the door opened before you could even reply. With a tablet in his hands Tim walked into the room his brows furrowed. Hot tears spilled down your face and you looked at him hoping he wouldn't glance at you.

"Hey Y/N do you got a minute-"

His sentence stopped as he looked up from the tablet at you. He blinked a few times his eyes going wide.

"Are- are you okay?"

Lie, lie, lie, lie please- please just... I don't wanna be alone

"No." You whispered as more tears came and you pressed your face into your arms, "I'm not okay."

"I-uh, give me a minute."

The door didn't close but you heard racing footsteps.

Great, look at what you did. You scared Tim! Why did you have to tell the truth why couldn't you lie?

Seconds later you heard even more footsteps and the door peeked open and you heard voices.

"I don't know, they're just crying, and I don't know what to do!"

"Why did you get me then?"

"Alfred's out of town, I couldn't think of anyone else!"

Dick poked his head into the room, and you sniffled more tears coming. He blinked.

"Oh."

Then pushed the door open and walked into the room. Hands darting, he winced before looking around the room.

"Are you okay?"

Tim let out a groan before walking in after Dick.

"I already asked them that!"

More footsteps sounded and you found yourself wanting to sink into a hole. Soon everyone would know, and you-you didn't want this but-but you wouldn't be alone, right?

"Hey what's going- what did you guys do to Y/N?" Steph suddenly snapped.

"Nothing!" Dick began, "Tim found them like this."

There was a sigh and you looked up to see Cass signing something to Steph. Behind them, Duke hovered, and you saw someone move but couldn't tell who.

Steph then nodded and hurried away. Cass, grabbed onto Duke's arm and pulled him into your room. Sitting down next to you, she leaned on your arm and Duke blinked. Cass motioned for him to sit, and he sat on your other side.

"What do we do?" Tim hissed and you saw someone else in the doorway.

"Guys, I got this."

They quickly left and you sighed. While you liked having people here, you didn't want to bother anyone.

"OH OH! Got it!" Dick suddenly said dashing out of the room as well.

A few seconds later Damian appeared in the doorway, shadows following him, and you blinked.

Ace and Titus walked into the room before resting their heads on your feet. Pennyworth, trotted in and hopped onto Ace's back. Ace huffed, but Pennyworth moved across him before jumping onto your knees. You sighed and sniffed before setting your legs down. Ace and Titus rested their heads on your legs, and you reached out to pet them.

More footsteps came and you looked to see Harper waddling into the room a collection of stuffed animals in her arms. She bumped pennyworth to the side before dropping them in your lap. Pennyworth hissed slightly before squeezing in-between them, so he was in your lap as well.

Tim looked up from his phone and winced slightly, "Would some calming music help? I think I found a good playlist."

A breath of sorts escaped you and you nodded feeling more tears filling your eyes.

Fast footsteps raced towards you, and you blinked seeing Dick running towards your room something in his arms. He skidded to a stop before sliding into your room. He walked towards you, and you blinked realizing the bundle was a blanket.

You watched as he shook the blanket out and you felt Cass pull away from you. Seconds later, the blanket was wrapped around your head and shoulders. Cass leaned back onto your shoulder and Duke did as well.

"COMING THROUGH!"

Steph's blonde head appeared in the doorway with Jason following her. In her hands was a tub with a silver handle sticking out of it. Chocolate and sugar filled the room as you breathed in.

Jason held a plate of steaming cookies in his hands. You smiled, feeling more tears build up in your throat.

You weren't alone. All-all these people loved you. They really did.

"So, what's wrong?" Jason asked and Steph shot a glare at him.

There was a laugh of sorts, and you noticed a wheelchair turning into your room.

"You guys still haven't' asked them what's wrong? How do you know what to do then?" You watched Barabra roll her eyes as she looked you over.

"What is wrong Y/N? Is everything alright?"

"No," You whispered shaking your head, "My-my friend had cancer and-and they passed away last night. They-they were all alone."

More tears spilled down your face and the room went silent. You raised your hand to wipe away the tears with a sigh.

"I just- I miss them already. I don't know what I'm gonna do now."

Harper plopped onto the floor in front of you and smiled softly. She shrugged before remarking, "Well, whatever it is. We're here for you."

Smiling you nodded slowly, "Thank you... I love you guys."

"Of course, we all love you as well L/N." Damian declared causing everyone to look at him.

He rolled his eyes and gestured around the room, "Why else would we all have gathered here. Is it not obvious."

You felt a laugh of sorts escape you and you sighed.

"Thank you... thank you all."

There was some more silence when Duke suddenly cleared his throat. You turned to him, and he winced.

"Uh, well. Could you tell us what they were like?"

You paused and smiled nodding.

"Of course."

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dollwritesarchive · 2 years

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Oh my god I nearly screamed when I saw what you were doing for your event. If it's not taken yet, can you do “If I’d known how much you liked to be watched I would’ve invited him sooner.” with Dick and Roy?

𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌 & 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 ⎹ 𝓓.𝓖. & 𝓡.𝓗.

fandom dc / masterlist / @dollsdc-library

featuring dick grayson x titan!reader ( f! ) x roy harper

rating none of my work is meant to be viewed by minors (anyone under the age of eighteen), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog.

content warning alcohol mention, voyeurism, smut

summary roy gets front row seats to the show he really wants to see.

word count 1.2k / mini musing

attention do not repost or translate, even with ‘credit’. just don’t do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed.

doll’s three’s company event !

this had started out like a joke; a playful tease between friends, but had gotten very real very quickly.

drinks after the mission, and before long, most of the titans had filtered out to get some much needed rest, but Roy remained, sipping on his cola and being very uncharacteristically well behaved. Dick had his arm thrown around your shoulders, and would pull you in for a lazy, boozy kiss every now and then. each time he got handsier and handsier, until you finally gave in. “Maybe we should get to bed, too, before this one strips me down right here.” you chortled, nodding towards Dick who was wearing a victorious smirk as you got to your feet. “Planning to crash soon, Harper?”

Roy had thought about it for a moment, before shook his head. “Nah. Maybe I’ll stay up a bit.”

“You could always tag along,” Dick replied, standing up with his arms snaking around your waist to pull you close. Roy blinked, taken aback by the invitation, a mirror to your own reaction. Dick rubbed your hips in circles with his thumbs, “Come on, Roy, you think I don’t see the way you look my girl up and down when she’s not paying attention?” your eyebrows quirk, your attention on the archer before you as if asking; you do? Roy Harper rarely had a timid bone in his body, even being outed for checking out his best friend’s girlfriend, and he’d shrugged, a goofy smile on his face. “You want to know what it’s like?” Dick’s tongue swiped at your neck and you tilt your head to one side with a soft moan, “What do you say, baby? Wanna show Speedy here what he’s missing?”

that’s how you ended up here.

both hands bracing yourself on Roy’s spread knees, your own turned inwards and locked there to keep from collapsing, Dick gripping your hips with both hands, jerking you back to meet his hard, deep thrusting. each time he fills you to the brim with cock, your ass ripples against his pelvis, and your eyes widen, as if you’re amazed by just how much he had to give, no matter how many times you’d taken it. “Fuck,” you mewl, brows knit together, tiers parted, “Dick, don’t stop.”

you hadn’t been expecting Roy to enjoy it so much, but he was planted in the armchair with one palm rubbing rough circles around the tent in his trousers, and the other gripping your face, thumb and forefinger hollowing your cheeks. “Keep those pretty eyes on me, sweetheart,” he cooed, teeth nipping at his lower lip as he spoke, “I’m likin’ how big they get when you’re full of cock.” your fingers clench the fabric of his pants, gripping handfuls of the slack at his kneecaps, a sultry moan expelled with a huff of air against his face. “Listen to you, whining like a bitch in heat.” he chuckles, thick and wanting, his hand dropping from your face so he can recline against the back of the chair and get a clearer view of your body. eyes scanning up over your calves, to your thighs that were sticky with your arousal; they steady there, a guttural groan caught in his throat, “Christ, you’re makin’ a mess, sweetheart. You always this enthusiastic or are you just puttin’ on a show for me?”

the smile on your lips is a strained, but honest one, “I— I like that you’re— watching—“ you reply in your panting, each syllable punctuated by the sound of Dick’s flesh slapping against yours from behind. you stare at Roy’s face, watching his hungry expression, your own twisted in torturous ecstasy; your boyfriend was angled just perfectly for the thick, palpitating tip of his cock to batter your sensitive interior bundle of nerves. “F—feels good…!”

“Yeah?” Dick taunts, one hand placing itself splayed on your belly and gliding upwards. he takes a pause at your swinging breasts to grope one, and your back arches against his torso. “How good does it feel, huh? Why don’t you tell Roy how much you love taking it all the way in your little tummy?”

Roy is patiently awaiting, that tense smile on his tight lips, even as his jaw works. if he was moaning as he palms himself, you couldn’t hear it for your own pleasure sounds, or the way Dick was breathing in your ear, but he was definitely staring. your toes curl, eyelids fluttering. “I love to take it,” you cry out, slamming yourself back into Dick’s merciless rutting, “God, fuck! I love to take it in my little t—tummy!”

“Perfect girl,” Dick croons, nipping at your ear as his hand careens upward, bracing itself against your throat for only a moment before two, slender digits push their way into your open mouth, “If I’d known how much you like being watched, I would’ve invited him sooner. I bet you wanna cum while Roy watches, don’t you?”

you nod, fervent, “I—I’m so close, Dick, please!”

Dick chuckles, his pumps slowing just enough to frustrate your impending orgasm, but not soil it, “I don’t think I’m the one you should be begging. Convince our guest to let you cum on my cock.” you’re groaning, trying to persuade him to speed up again by bucking back against him, but his entire body is pressed to yours, forcing you to take him at his desired speed.

as much as you want to suck on Dick’s fingers, your dilated eyes flicker to the archer before you, and he’s grinning ear to ear. “Beg me real nice, pretty girl.” he purrs, “wanna hear just how desperate you are.”

“R—Roy,” you tease his name on your tongue, and feel Dick’s digits pushing deeper into your mouth; you’d just have to slur around them, “Roy, I want to cum so bad, I want you to watch me cum! Please, please let me cum for you!” you push your lower lip out to pout for him, whimpering when Dick’s hips oscillate to grind his hips into yours, stirring the furious bubbling in your lower belly, agitating the need for release.

Dick groans, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses over your shoulder, “What do you think, Harper?” he asks, bracing himself deep inside you, “Think she’s earned it?”

Roy watches your pathetic, needy expression and his grin widens, nodding. “How am I supposed to say no to that pretty, pouty face?” he teases, before he sits up, leaning as close to your face as he can, his lips mere inches from your cheek, “I’d say she’s earned a big, fat, screaming, fuckin’ orgasm.”

“Thank you—“ you breathe out, weakened but happily, already feeling the pressure building up again when Dick’s hips rock back into a rhythm.

Roy laughs, reaching up with his free hand to pet your face with a condescending hum, “You can thank me when you’re a quivering, oversensitive little pile of fuckmeat on the floor at my feet, sweetheart.”

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idontplaytrack · 16 days

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MY CHARMED ONE [5]

Capri Donahue x Harper Sibling!fem reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions + slight descriptions of the death of reader & darby’s mom(flashbacks)

In which reader gets rudely woken up by a nightmare and gets comforted by Capri

Capri walks out from the bathroom and turned the light off. And as soon as she sat back down in bed, you stirred in your sleep and almost instantly got jolted awake then was sobbing your eyes out. “Baby, baby…it’s okay, baby. It’s alright. You’re okay.” Capri wraps you in a hug without hesitation, rubbing your back, “What’s the matter, darling?”

“I keep getting the same nightmare…of my Mom and Darby drowning, my Dad telling me she died.” You sniffled, “It’s been- the same thing for a week.” Feeling the snot dripping down from your nose, you pull away from the hug. She grabs you a tissue to wipe it off with, then Capri cups your face, swiping your tears away with her thumbs.

“You’re safe here, darling. You’ll be okay, hm? I’m right here with you.”

Tears still threatened to fall with your emotions still running high. You no longer felt sleepy- wanting to get out of bed. “Baby, it’s not even four in the morning. Where are you going?”

“To wash my face.” You told her shakily, “I don’t even feel like sleeping anymore.”

“Okay.” Capri shifted herself so her legs now hung off the bed as she watched you enter the bathroom to wash up, not even bothering to turn the lights on. “Baby, do you want something to drink? Maybe some tea?”

“It’s fine, just go back to sleep.” You told her.

“No.” She disagreed. You didn’t even say anything back before she started making her way to the kitchen. After you’ve washed and dried your face, you headed for the kitchen to look for her.

“Capri, could you…take me to visit my Mom tomorrow?”

She nodded, looking at you once she hears your voice, “I’ll go with you, honey.”

“I’m sorry for waking you up so early.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Capri assured, “Come here, baby.” She snakes an arm around your waist while waiting for the water to finish boiling. “I’ll make you some camomile tea, okay? Then let’s try sleeping a couple hours more.” She knew how tired you’ve been- she’s sees it. No doubt. So you didn’t even bother trying to disagree. Thankfully, with her holding you, you eventually managed to sleep till 8am.

————

After breakfast, you and Capri took a drive to go visit your Mom at her resting place. You haven’t been there in a while, purely because of how hard it was to do so. However, you’ve always had a habit of talking to her before bed nearly every night- of course it was a silent conversation usually.

On the way there, you had Capri stop at a flower shop to get a few of your mom’s favourite. “All set?”

“Yup.”

“Alright, here we go.” She began driving again, you stared out the window in the meantime as she kept a hand on your thigh.

Once there, you and Capri walked through rows and rows before you managed to locate your mom’s headstone. You placed the small bunch of flowers down then sat on the grass. Capri sat down as well, “Oh, would you rather have me leave for a few?”

“No, it’s okay. You can stay.”

“Hi, Mommy. Happy early birthday.” You began, “I’m sorry I haven’t came by in a few months. It’s always been hard for me to come here. So I hope you could hear me while I talked to you every night, almost. Anyway, I’m with Capri now, and Darby’s on better terms with her. I also almost got hit by a car a few weeks ago but Capri saved me. With her power- how cool’s that? Don’t worry about me, Mom. Capri’s taking good care of me. Maybe you sent her into my life right when I needed her the most, and I’m certain you did. So…thank you.”

“I’m very lucky to have her as my partner, Mrs. Harper. She’s the sweetest and most beautiful person I’ve ever met. Not to mention so incredibly strong, intelligent and talented.” Capri added on. You smiled, leaning your head onto her shoulder.

You blinked and looked up because you saw a pair of legs approach you and Capri.

“I’ve been watching over you, my dear girl.” You heard your Mom, “You’re going to do some great things in the future- I’m so proud of you, y/n.” Then through your clouded vision, you met her eyes and her smile. The same one you always remembered. You were in disbelief and smiled back tearfully. “Remember that I’m always going to be with you in whatever way, shape or form. I hear you all the time- you can always talk to me. Don’t cry, sweetheart. I’m doing very well over here.”

You gave her a subtle nod but a bright smile. Relief, excitement and pure joy washed over you all at once. You’ve finally seen her. After such a long time.

“I love you so much, Mommy.” You kissed your hand and tapped the headstone. With that, she disappears, orbing away.

“You okay, baby?”

“Mhm.” You sniffled, “Never better.”

Once on the road again, you told Capri about what happened. “I could feel it.” Capri said nonchalantly, “I couldn’t see anything but I felt it. Besides, the way you were looking up and directly in one area? Kinda tells me she was there. I’m glad you got to see her for a bit.”

You nodded, “Darby’s always been the one to be able to experience that. I’m glad I’ve finally had my own chance.”

“Do you feel better?” She asks cautiously.

“I do. I think this was just what I needed after the week of repetitive dreams.” You nodded firmly. “Thanks for coming along with me, Capri.”

She brushes her thumb over your knuckles soothingly, “Of course, my love. Anytime.”

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slxsherwriter · 19 days

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chase harper x reader please ? 🥺

Evening, anon. Thanks for sending in something. I had a few different ideas for this, but Chase just feels like such a good character for fluff, especially compared to some of the other Costas characters. So, I hope you like this! Sometimes, we all need a little fluff and someone there to take care of us when we get too caught up.

Long days as an editor were typical. The sort of territory that just came with the job. But at the twenty hour mark, even you were beginning to struggle. It didn't help, but it had been days of this, all in a row. A heavy deadline loomed and missing it was not an option. Everyone else had opted to go home or get in a nap. Too tired and too mentally fried to properly do the work. Not you. Though, at the moment, you were just starting to regret that decision. Your eyes felt gritty enough that they could have classified as sandpaper while your vision was beginning to double. It was a dangerous incident when you were editing footage for a movie. Coffee. You needed more coffee. Caffeine and a lot of it was the only thing that was going to get you through the rest of this process.

Pausing where you were at, it was an effort to pick yourself up and not fall over. Simultaneously, your limbs felt like lead weights and noodles. Groaning, there was a conscious effort that had to go into each and every movement. The coffee station wasn't all that far from the room that you were in, but with the current level of exhaustion, it might as well have been a one hundred mile walk.

Coffee, sugar, creamer. A simple order of things. Stir it, blow, sip. Thankfully, muscle memory guided you through the process. It took about half the cup for it to really kick in. It wasn't in the suddenly you felt far more lively and awake sort of deal. It was more of a you didn't feel like falling over or passing out standing up sort of deals.

Standing at the station like a gremlin, cup cradled between two hands, you weren't entirely keen on moving. No, let it sink in before you even thought about going back to the tiny room you had been crammed into for far longer than the human psyche could really handle. But that was the way it went with this industry. Work to exhaustion, have little praise or recognition for the work, start the cycle all over again. Even so, you loved it, which was why you stuck with it.

Your cup was just about empty when you were startled out of your moment of peace. A warm arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you back against a broad chest. A nasty comment was sitting on the tip of your tongue when a familiar voice spoke right against your ear.

“Have you been here the whole time?” A glance at the clock confirmed that it was time for others to start leaking back to the studio. Chase Harper was a producer who was hardly ever late to work. And that track record seemed to be holding. You had been at the studio for nearly a full day by now, if the time on the clock was right.

“Yeah. I think this is the first time I've left the room in….six hours?”

“Christ. When was the last time you ate?” Having him worry about you created a warmth in your chest. It was early enough that no one was going to walk in and see the affection traded between the two of you so you felt comfortable turning around in his arms.

“I guess this is the part where I say I don't know, and you aren't thrilled with that answer…” The unimpressed look that he gave told you everything. “It was at some point yesterday. I lost track of time.” He shook his head.

“Come on, you are coming to my office. You're gonna eat and get a little shut eye before finishing whatever it is that needs your attention.” There wasn't any room for negotiating there.

“Your office?”

“Just come on,” he huffed with a small roll of his eyes, though there was a hint of a smile on his lips. His arm slid from your waist, but contact was kept when his hand wrapped around yours.

The two of you had been dating for the better part of three months. Early on, it had been agreed upon to keep the relationship quiet and under wraps. For your sake and his, it was just the easier way to handle things. He had just finished up with a rather vicious divorce. And you? Well, it just seemed easier to let things settle before dealing with all the shit that came with dating a producer. Being seen coming out of his office while you two were likely the only ones here may seem a little obvious. But you were not about to argue because a small nap and a bit of food sounded perfect.

The walk to his office felt like a bit of a blur. You hadn't even realized that he had ordered some breakfast, set to arrive in twenty minutes. Led to the couch, you collapsed and reached up to rub your eyes. The caffeine had given a little boost, but it was quickly fading.

“You just gotta stay awake long enough to be able to eat, okay? Then I’ll wake you up after a short nap.” He settled down beside you and settled an arm around you.

“You stay that close, and you're gonna lull me to sleep instead of keeping me awake.” The soft laugh that rumbled from his chest was felt as you rested your head against his shoulder.

“I can think of a few different ways to keep you awake.” Fingers pressed under your chin gently, so you were forced to tip your head upwards. “Starting with this.” His lips pressed to yours. That was one way to be able to keep you awake. At least until the food arrived. The kiss was slow but not lazy enough that you could fade out into it. Just on the right side of demanding that it forced you to participate and succumb to whatever it was that he had in mind.

Before anything could get too heated, however, his phone rang. He groaned softly but pulled away to grab it. Apparently, the food had arrived, and it was sitting at the front desk.

“I'll be right back.” You nodded as he slipped away and moved out the door. Now that he had started to relax you, it was incredibly difficult to keep your eyes open. Your body swayed a little, and a few times, your head jerked as you started to fall asleep before nearly toppling over and waking up. Standing up, you decided moving was the best bet for you, simply walking around the rather spacious office in a circle.

Chase was back in a flash, holding breakfast for the both of you, with a coffee for himself and a juice for you.

“Here ya go. It isn't gourmet, but it's better than nothing.” You smiled.

“It's perfect. Thank you.” There seemed to be some expectation about how things were perceived with him. But really, you couldn’t have cared less. You certainly weren't dating him because he made good money. You would have dated him if he didn't have a dime to his name. So, you always made sure that he didn’t feel self-conscious about things like this. Quick, cheap meals were always a good way to go when you were running on such little sleep.

Once the food was gone, Chase had directed to lay out on the couch. Apparently, most of the work that he had to do today could be done from his office. At least that was what he said. It could have just been an excuse he used to get you to get a quick nap in. Either way, you weren't going to argue. Sleep was ready to overtake you whether you wanted it to or not. Curled up on the couch, you missed the footsteps that brought Chase over, but the warmth of his jacket that he laid over you as a makeshift blanket was not missed. It smelled heavily of his cologne and caused you to smile, even in your sleepy state.

“Get some sleep, sweetheart,” he murmured. You swore you heard him cancel some meeting this morning as you drifted off, but it was hardly a problem for the present. Nor did you really notice him lifting your head and resting it in his lap, fingers moving through your hair.

#costas mandylor characters #primal doubt #primal doubt fic #chase harper x reader #chase harper x you #chase harper fic #writing requests

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naquey · 4 months

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I figured I might as well start a masterlist while I'm at it because I never really had one before, and don't exactly know how to write one. No better way to whack at it, am I right?

Hi! You an call me Naqe or N. I'm aspiring to be an author and have loved writing since I was in fifth grade. It has been my passion for as long as I've known. I write fanfiction as a hobby, and am in college! Surprisingly, I'm fairly new to tumblr despite writing fanfiction for a long time. I started out on Quotev and just recently moved to AO3 under the same name Naqe. I deeply enjoy the fandoms that I am in and the fandoms that I discover.

Basic request and ask ethics:

minors DNI (if you see the above banner on anything nsfw that i've written and you still interact. I will block you)

dms are open to anyone 18+ (im 20 an DO NOT want to be talking to a child for any reason)

don't be an asshole: INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO PROSHIPPING, BATCEST, OR INCEST (if i see you come to my page i will block your ass)

i will not write anything 18+ if asked {(only on my own accord) and even if I do, I use a place holder. No x readers}

no zenophobia, transphobia, homophobia

nothing pertaining to religions (think: religious themes) outside of black butler

i only write for male/gender neutral reader

nothing with yandere or mental illness (even if it isn't glorifying it)

Avatar The Last Airbender Batman Black Butler Ever After High Five Nights At Freddy's Genshin Impact Gravity Falls Harry Potter Marvel Monster High My Hero Academia Twisted Wonderland Nanbaka

[Atla]

-Sokka -Aang -Zukko -Toph -Katara -Uncle Iroh -Mai

[Batman]

-Bruce Wayne/Batman -Dick Grayson/Nightwing -Jason Todd/Red Hood -Tim Drake/Red Robin -Damian Wayne/Robin -Stephanie Brown/Spoiler -Cassandra Cain/Batgirl -Barbara Gordon/Oracle -Helena Wayne/Huntress -Ed Nygma/Riddler -Oswald Cobblepot/Penguin -Harley Quinn -Selena Kyle/Catwoman -Harvey Dent/ Two Face -Turner Haynes -Harper Row/Bluebird -Cullen Row -Duela Dent

[Black Butler]

-Sebastian Michaelis -Ciel Phantomhive -Grell Sutcliff -William T. Spears -Ronald Knox -Undertaker -Madame Red -Bardroy -Finny -Mey-Rin -Gregory Violet -Lawrence Bluer -Herman Greenhill -Edgar Redmond -Vincent Phantomhive -Blavat Sky -Joker -Dagger -Snake

[Ever After High]

-Raven Queen -Madeline Hatter -Lizzie Hearts -Cerise Hood -Darling Charming -Apple White -Daring Charming -Dexter Charming -Hopper Croakington -Hunter Huntsman -Ashlynn Ella -Briar Beauty -Chase Redmond -Sparrow Hood -Duchess Swan -Humphrey Dumpty

[FNAF]

-Mike Schmidt -William Afton -Ness

[Genshin Impact]

-Raiden Shogun -Tighnari -Kuki Shinobu -Neuvillette -Kamisato Ayaka -Kamisato Ayato -Thoma -Kaveh -Kaeya -Alberich -Lisa -Amber -Lumine -Aether -Zhongli -Furina -Venti -Diluc -Rosaria -Keqing -Itto -Kaedhara Kazuha -Shikanoin Heizou -Layla

[Gravity Falls]

-Dipper Pines -Mabel Pines -Bill Cipher -Stanley Pines -Stanford Pines -Robbie Valentino -Thompkins -Soos Ramirez

[Harry Potter]

-Neville Longbottom -Harry Potter -Ron Weasley -Fred Weasley -George Weasley -Hermione Granger -Luna Lovegood -Remus -Lupin -Sirius Black -James Potter -Severus Snape -Regulus Black

[Marvel]

-Spiderman -Doc Ock -Silver Surfer -Loki -Thor -Deadpool

[Monster High]

-Frankie Stein -Deuce Gorgon -Clawd Wolf -Cleo DeNile -Draculara -Clawdeen Wolf -Abbey Bominable -Twyla Boogeyman -Torelai Stripe -Ghoulia Yelps -Holt Hyde -Jackson Jekyll -Manny Taur -Venus McFlytrap -Rochell Goyle -Garrot DuRoque -Robecca Steam -Sparky -Hexiciah Steam

[My Hero Academia]

-Izuku Midoriya -Iida Tenya -Uraraka Ochaco -Bakugou Katsuki -Shinsou Hitoshi -Touya Todoroki -Twice -Mr. Compress -Toga Himiko -Magne -Shigaraki Tomura -Spinner -Overhaul -Hawks -Takeshita

[Twisted Wonderland]

-Cater Diamond -Riddle Rosenheart -Ace Trappola -Deuce Spade -Trey Clover -Idia Shroud -Malleus Draconia -Lilia Vanrouge

[Nanbaka]

-Hajime Sugoroku -Samon Gokuu -Enki Gokuu -Kenshirou Yozakura -Mitsuru Hitokoe -Rorotto -Kiji Mitsuba -Damian -Nijimasu Nanairo -Yamada Orochi -Koisuke Kyuubi -Uno -Rock -Nico -Jyuugo -Honey -Trois -Aki -Haru -Musashi -Liang -Qi -Upa -Hakushaku -Tengu Murakami -Tsukumo -Fuji-san -Kusatsu -Ikkaku -Kojiro -Isou -Kujaku -Mei Yomidou -Ido Yomidou -Chimney -Hell -Tauro Twister -Taura Twister

[ATLA]

[Batman]

Eddie Baby (Rose Corvid/Ed Nygma)

Gotham Frights (Rose Corvid/Ed Nygma)

[Black Butler]

[Ever After High]

[Five Nights At Freddy's]

[Genshin Impact]

Sickness is Green (Kaveh x reader)

Business (Diluc/Li Jing)

[Gravity Falls]

[Harry Potter]

Did You Hear About That Mother (Roan Goldfinch & Walburga Black)

The Eagle and Her Prey (Roan Goldfinch/Regulus Black)

One Last Night (Roan Goldfinch/Regulus Black)

One Kiss (Roan Goldfinch/Regulus Black)

A Thousand Years (Remus Lupin/Cassander Lyall)

[Marvel]

[Monster High]

[My Hero Academia]

[Twisted Wonderland]

[ATLA]

[Batman]

Crime Down 10 (Ed Nygma and Oswald Cobblepot x reader)

[Black Butler]

One Of A Kind (Ocs x reader)

[Ever After High]

[Five Nights At Freddy's]

[Genshin Impact]

[Gravity Falls]

[Harry Potter]

[Marvel]

[Monster High]

[My Hero Academia]

[Twisted Wonderland]

[ATLA]

[Batman]

[Black Butler]

[Ever After High]

[Five Nights At Freddy's]

[Genshin Impact]

[Gravity Falls]

[Harry Potter]

The Black Family (personal fanon)

[Marvel]

[Monster High]

[My Hero Academia]

[Twisted Wonderland]

Entrusted To You [Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji]

Meet the Character [about ocs]

Star Wars; Purged [Star Wars]

source: cafekitsune

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thebisexualdogdad · 11 months

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Hi! Can I get a harper row x gn! Reader? Specifically were catwomans child

Harper Row x GN!reader

● being the child of catwoman made you an expert thief

● as a kid she would set up simulations in your apartment to teach you how to avoid security systems and break into safes

● and took you on your first real heist at 8 years old

● it's not your typical parent-child night out but she did take you for ice cream afterwards to celebrate a successful jewel heist

● you grew a taste for the finer things just like her

●one of those finer things that you had your eyes on was Harper Row

● you met when you both happened to be robbing a museum on the same night

● Harper "who the hell are you?"

● "Y/N, Y/N Kyle and who might you be beautiful?"

● Harper blushing "Harper… that's my brother Cullen and that's Duela"

● Cullen "did you say Kyle? Like Catwoman Selina Kyle?"

● "She's my mother yes"

● Duela "I don't care who you are if you're here for the painting we call dibs"

● "I'm here for the diamonds you can have the painting… but I would like your number" you say smiling at Harper

● Harper is still flustered by you flirting with her but Cullen and Duela both are suddenly interested in more than just a painting "diamonds? We're in"

● you and Harper are like a game of cat and mouse

● for months Harper pretends like she isn't into you

● but every time you run into each other you she falls for you a little more

● after finding your social media Cullen really wants you two to get together

● "Harper look at this photo on their Instagram, they have a yacht, a freaking yacht! Please go out with them so we can hang out on a yacht"

● Duela "I second this, yachts always come with champagne and personal chefs"

● Harper "I'm not going out with Y/N just because they have a yacht"

● Cullen "how about for this insane penthouse they live in?"

● you find the abandoned building Harper, Cullen and Duela are living in, sending her a text to meet you up on the roof

● "how did you even find this place?"

● "I was born to be a thief sweetheart, I do my homework"

● "so why are you here?"

● "Do I really need a reason to come and see you? Or are you still pretending to not like me as much as I like you"

● Harper scoffs and rolls her eyes, grabbing you by the jacket and bringing you in to kiss her

● "So you do like me"

● "you are so annoying"

● "I prefer the word charming"

● "shut up and kiss me again before I change my mind"

#gotham knights imagine #harper row imagine #harper row x reader #headcanons #x gender neutral reader

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headcans-oneshots-and-stuff · 4 years

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Bruce: Hello, people who do not live here. Duke: Hey. Helena: Hi. Harper: Hello. Bruce: I gave you the key for emergencies. Duke: We wanted to cuddle Y/N

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woahajimes · 3 years

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Kidnapper: We have your child

Steph, who had just picked up Bruce's phone: ....child? which child?

Kidnapper: uh... where is Bruce Wayne?

Steph: which CHILD, OLD MAN?!

Kidnapper: oh, uh, black hair, blue eye-

Steph, realizing that it can't be Damian, Cass, nor Duke: haha okay cool *hangs up*

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redhead-batgal · 2 years

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okay aince you’re doing requests... CAN YOU PLS ADD A PART 2 TO “OH MISS BELIEVER”??? Seriously I’m dying with that ending (no pun intended lmao) but I NEED to see Batfam’s reaction, especially Damian! Or maybe a Damian POV of the part 1 and the aftermath??? That would be COOL

Type: Fic

Part One: Here, Part Three: Here

Pairing: Fem! Vigilante! and Meta! Reader x Damian Wayne/Robin

Content: Violence, language, a hard core simp and a sort of cliff hanger

Word Count: 3,052

Y/N: Your Name, L/N: Last Name, V/N: Vigilante Name

(P.S. there will be another part 😈)

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There are certain things in this world we yearn for. Things we have decided that we ultimately can never have. Whether it be due to personal prejudices, danger or even conflicts, there are things-people- places we want so desperately yet can never have because we know better. Because we know to have the said desire will go against our better judgment.

It doesn’t matter if it’s for our own emotional, physical or mental protection or the protection of the desire. We push back our wants, our needs, to protect. And consequences will come from the continual repression of these emotions. Because of the repression our minds will cause our bodies to act out. To do things we never would have done in the first place.

These consequences aren’t always negative. While yes, sometimes they cause us to act irrationally and cause pain or anger to ourselves or others; other times, other times they give us a push we might so desperately need. A push to do new things, to exhibit new behavior. To start new relationship, we have been dying to experiences. To connect with people, we’d been admiring for so, so long. Sometimes the consequences aren’t consequences at all. And other times, other times the consequences aren’t apparent at first but when they hit, you wish you had done everything to stop it.

Damian Wayne was annoyed. Annoyed at himself, at his father, at the world. But most irritatingly, he wasn’t annoyed at you. Nothing you seemed to do annoyed him anymore.

He was annoyed at the fondness he had found he had for you. For the way your eyes lit up when you got new illusions to stay for longer than before. For the mischievous smile that appeared on your face before you would prank him. For the way all those things sent his heart racing the moment he noticed them.

Right now, he was especially annoyed with himself. Annoyed that he wasn’t even in the slightest upset with you for causing an array of sparkling lights and fireflies to appear from your fingers. Instead, he was admiring the way the lights highlighted your face. Admiring the soft look in your eyes instead of watching the city, what he was supposed to be doing on patrol. What you were supposed to be doing.

Regardless of your ignorance of your duty, he didn’t blame you. You shouldn’t even be here in the first place after all, you were fragile... well in reality he just didn’t want to see you get hurt and couldn’t come to terms with it himself. Damian Wayne refused to even accept the thought that you could be something more to him then a teammate. After all, there wasn’t anything special about you... but that wasn’t true. Not really. In his eyes you were the most dazzling sight, especially when you smiled. You were spectacular and he couldn’t understand why he thought that. Nor could he understand why no matter how he tried he couldn’t put you down... not in his head at least. You were magnificent to him, stunning and incredible, someone he couldn’t help thinking about constantly.

Shaking his head, he tried to put his thoughts back on patrol only to be lured back to looking at you as the fireflies landed in your hair making a crown on your head. It was when one landed on your nose, he realized he was staring again. Scowling he turned away from you and let out a huff.

He needed to make you think that he had no feelings for you... because he didn’t. He couldn’t. He was Damian Wayne, and he was above such feelings after all.

“Would you cease with your parlor tricks?” He snapped before feeling a sudden urge to explain his outburst, “Those lights are going to give away our position.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed softly; he could tell because of the way your lips curved. He spent way too much time watching your mouth and the way it moved. Way too much time imagining kissing it and you.

A sparkle floated towards Damian, he, unfortunately, was too caught up in his memories of imagining things. The sparkle nearly landed on his face and blinked at it in surprise before it disappeared with a slight pop. He glared at you, though he wanted to smile at you fighting off a smile.

You were confusing, smiling and happy so ready to take on the world one minute. The next it seemed you were so ready to let the world go. You ebbed and flowed through life in such a strange pattern he had a hard time keeping up. It fascinated him though, the way you flowed. So much so he was caught watching you by Timothy Drake, who refused it seemed to let go of it until Damian insulted you. He couldn’t be caught watching you when you were so strange... it might make others watch too and that was the last thing he wanted to do.

Nearly seconds after you cause the sparkles and fireflies to disappear, gunshots ring out and Damian found himself on his feet shouting at you. He lunged forwards and shoving you towards the ground before taking off towards wherever the gunshots were coming from.

For some reason, his stomach rolled, and his only thought was to get whoever was shooting at you and kill them. Painfully would probably be more enjoyable however, quickly would mean you’d be safer.

Bounding across this rooftop to the next, he flew at the attacker and slammed straight into them. He couldn’t understand why someone would be stupid enough to attack you when he was nearby... though it’s possible they were aiming for him though Damian highly doubted it.

Ever since word of your powers got out people had been aiming for you, Bruce had been using Damian to run interference between these idiots and you. While he and the others took care of them, Damian was to keep you distracted and completely and totally in the dark.

Part of him didn’t like it, but the rest of him said it was keeping you safe and that’s all that mattered. But every time he saw your face, every time something you did reminded him, that he was lying to you, made his stomach churn. He didn’t like it, lying to you, and he didn’t have any idea why.

Grappling with the attacker, he heard footsteps, soft and slow behind him. Someone was trying to sneak up on him, however when he heard a scuffle and a thumping sound his heart leapt in his chest. It took everything for Damian not to turn around and look at you.

Shoving the attacker away he looked to see, a darkly dressed man on top of you. A rage alit in him, however before he could react you kicked the man off of you. And of course, his attacker returned to brawling with him.

Dodging a few punches and slices with a blade, Damian’s gut churned at the thought that you were alone, dealing with an attacker. He had just ducked when your voice echoed across the rooftops.

“Would you stop that? I’m trying to save your life you fucking idiot!”

Almost by instinct he looked over his shoulder to see you half dangling over the edge and for a moment he felt like he could barely breathe. Turning back to his attacker he felt determination sing in his veins. A determination to yank you back onto the roof, if only to yell at you and possibly kiss you senseless.

A strangled sound came from you as Damian’s punch landed on his opponents face and he decided to finish the man off here and now. Which of course meant knocking him out.

Swinging another punch, he heard your desperate cry, " You won’t fall, you can’t die, I won’t let you!”

Instead of going down like he should of, Damian’s opponent kept getting back up and he let out an irritated grunt. Pulling a tool his father had given him, he pressed the button as instructed and metal shot out from it, latching onto the darkly dressed man in front of him.

While usually Damian loved fighting and the besting of a worthy opponent, his mid was clouded with thoughts and worry about you. From the metal light zipped towards the man causing his body to shake and jolt before he collapsed to the ground.

Dropping the taser, Damian spun around to hear you gasp and see you reaching for something over the edge. He heard the crack in your voice as you screamed, nearly throwing yourself over the edge of the building.

“NO!”

With his heart in his throat, he lunged towards you, barely able to grab your waist before you went tumbling over the edge towards the ground. Yanking you back onto the roof, his grip slipped, and you landed on the roof. Your face pale and your eye blank. Your breathing was strange and when he saw the knives in your hand he felt as though his heart would stop.

“V/N” he said softly, moving towards, hoping to figure out your condition before he lost it.

However, you didn’t reply. His stomach dropped and he found himself crouching beside you.

“V/N... V/N are you alright?”

You just stared off in the distance your face contorted as you got paler and paler and sweat spilled down your face. He reached out to touch you when, Nightwing, Batgirl, and Black Bat joined him at your side.

“What’s going on?” Batgirl asked as she approached the two of you.

“Is she okay?” Nightwing exclaimed as he got closer.

Damian didn’t know what to say, his tongue wouldn’t move, and his mouth felt dry. Would you be, okay?

“What’s wrong with her?” Batgirl asked as Damian stood up, Black Bat taking his place.

“She’s gone into shock.” Nightwing explained as he looked you over.

Batgirl blinked before noticing what Black Bat was fiddling with. Your breathing began to pick up and Damian felt a bit of terror go over him. Before he could stop himself, he took your face in his hands and nearly shouted.

“Y/N!”

You blinked and he let out a sigh of relief before stepping back, his arms crossed as he realized how close he was to loosing you. You looked around and a sigh of relief escaped him. However, when you tried to stand up, he was just about to push you back to the ground when Nightwing stepped in.

“What are you doing?” He asked shoving you back to the roof.

Damian relaxed slightly, his arms at his sides and Batgirl and Nightwing stood in front of you stopping any chance you had from possibly trying to get up again.

Gesturing with your blade ridden hands you shrugged; however, Damian noted the way your eye’s twitched and the tightness of your voice. To him it was clear you were in pain.

“Getting up, patrol’s not over yet.”

Suddenly Oracle’s voice was over the comms and Damian felt even more relaxed. With the mother hens on you there was no way you could further put yourself in danger.

However, before reason could overtake you, you sighed causing Damian's stomach to shift. He knew that sigh a little too well, you were going to try and reason away everyone's well deserved worry.

“I’ll be fine,” You said with a shrug, “we can just pull out the blades and bandage them then I’ll be good as new.”

Damian scowled, noting the tension in your shoulders and how your eyes were tight, and your jaw was locked. Clearly you were in a lot of pain and were trying to hide it. Causing dread to fill him.

Luckily Tim's voice echoed through the comms causing Damian to relax. While the two didn't get along, he knew you'd more then likely listen to him over anyone else. After all you valued how intelligent he could be.

Instead, you flinched at the sound of Tim's voice and Damian felt his body go still. This wasn't' good clearly you were still out of it. Seething quietly Damian tried to get himself under control. It wasn't until Black Bat helped you to your feet did, he let himself breath again.

“What are we going to do? Patrol is almost over, but someone needs to take her back to Agent A so he can fix her up.” Batgirl muttered.

“I can do it.” Nightwing offered as he placed a hand to his chest.

Batgirl looked convinced and she nodded, however suddenly Oracle’s voice echoed over the comms.

“Do you really want to leave the three of them alone?”

Nightwing nodded, “Valid point.”

“I can do it!” Batgirl remarked, shooting you a slightly excited look.

“While I love your enthusiasm Steph, I don’t think you could safely get Y/N back here.”

Batgirl pouted slightly and Oracle continued, "On a normal occasion I'd have no doubts... but with Y/N like this... it's best if we make sure there is someone who can keep her under control."

Black Bat raised her hand and Nightwing shook his head.

"We need you here Black Bat, " With a slight laugh he looked towards Batgirl "you're one of the few people who works well with Batgirl. And of course, we need the situation explained quickly as possible."

Nodding Black Bat looked to you and for a moment Damian felt his blood go cold, would you have to stay out here all by yourself, while the rest of them finished patrol?

His mind scrambled to find an option and for a moment he nearly slapped himself. He could take you back, how could he not have realized it? Maybe, maybe when it came to you, he lost all sense to reason.

He blinked for a moment when he noticed Black Bat moving. Her hands touched yours, just for a moment before she yanked the blades from your hands swiftly and smoothly. Your eyes widened and your mouth jerked open a half screech escaping you; only for you to swallow and slam it back shut.

Before he could stop himself, the words escaped from Damian's lips, "I'll do it."

Hearing the almost scream- your almost scream caused him to act impulsively which, he had to admit he didn't do often.

However, when you looked up at him eyes almost glazed over and weariness covering almost all of your face he sighed.

"She's my partner after all."

You blinked but didn't protest and the rest nodded in agreement as they discussed the fastest plan back to the mansion. However, all Damian cared about was making sure you were safe.

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It had been a few days since you had gotten injured, the scare of getting you to Alfred before any permeant damage was done caused Damian's heart to skip a beat.

So, when he saw you, all bandaged up, in a guest room at the manor it eased his nerves. Knowing you were close and safe... but you were only supposed to stay for a few days until Alfred confirmed you were stable.

Despite you being in the same house as him, he hadn't seen you since that day. Not instead he asked others how you were doing, others like Cass, Barabra and Alfred. People he assumed wouldn't tell the others, he was unfortunately wrong.

It took Damian less then an hour to realize that everyone in the manor knew how worried he was about you. Much to his surprise, however, no one bugged him or teased him about it. Not even Tim and Jason... not even Stephanine. This trouble Damian, maybe... maybe they were as worried as he was about you.

You hadn't been yourself since you were brought to the manor for healing. Despite the reassurance that your aunt knew you were staying with the Wayne's, that your cousins were safe, you were worried. Beyond worried. Worried they'd be hurt, worried that they'd somehow get caught up in all this mess. And Damian could tell. He could tell by the way you stare out the window with a blank expression.

He could tell by the way you touched the little gifts your cousins had given you to help your recovery. He could tell by the way your eyes got soft and wet when you got the card your aunt sent for you.

However, today was the day you were supposed to be going home. While the rest of the bats gathered in the cave you were above gathering all of your things so you could go home or were already home; Damian honestly didn't know.

Tim was at the computer when the screen glitched, glitched before snow danced across every screen. Suddenly the screen went black and words in a stark white were on the screen.

WE HAVE HER

Damian's blood went cold as he began dashing upstairs. He moved as quickly as he could all the way to the room you occupied... or at least the room you were supposed to be in. However, it was empty, and the window was open with the storm outside crackling to life.

Air left his lungs in one quick breath as he whorled around the words burning into his mind. WE HAVE HER. They had you... they had you

Something inside of him seemed to cleave as his body shook and he raced down the stairs towards the door. However, before he could fully reach it Alfred stopped him.

"Master Damian, where are you going?"

Damian breathed heavily as his heart raced and shook his head, "She's not here."

Alfred raised an eyebrow in response and nodded slowly. He raised his hand and Damian noticed a familiar pair of keys dangling from in between his fingers.

"Please allow me to take you to Miss Y/N's, Master Damian."

Damian nodded without thinking, he didn't care who went with him or who noticed anymore. He didn't care if all of his siblings made fun of him for his affections. All that mattered... all that mattered anymore was making sure you were alright-that you were safe. Safe and close to hi- and at the manor. Where you could be taken care of and protected.

"Let's go," He replied.

Tag List:

@krswrites @andromedaj2003 @thomasbeloved @daemonnix96 @thefallingstarlight @instabull @zvtanna @masset-fotia

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starfirefaeday · 3 years

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Would anyone like cullen row x batbro content?? Or harper row x superfam daughter??

#cullen row #harper row #batfamily #bluebird #dc #dc comics #batfamily x reader #batfamily x batbro #batbro x cullen row #harper row x superfam #harper row x kent reader #batfamily x kent reader #superfam #superfamily #ik most of yall know harper #sorta #..#but pls tell me theres other cullen fans??

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gothxmsirxns-blog · 7 years

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And All That Jazz [Burlesque AU Part 4.0]

[ masterlist ] [ part one ] [ part two ] [ part three ]

paring: Batfam x Reader, Jason Todd x Reader

plot: Burlesque AU : After graduating college, [Y/N] becomes a dancer at The Dark Knight, a prestigious Burlesque club located in Gotham City as a way to stay on her feet while trying to find a ‘proper job’

warnings: sexual implications, cursing

tags: @cutiedaij , @4evahevah @dc-hoe @freethecagedeggs

words: 3257

a/n: Okay, this was getting really wrong so I split it into two parts and this is the first part. Also, please take this poll to have a vote what my next series should be.

When [Y/N] walked into the almost empty club the following day, her eyes were drawn to where Jason now stood on the stage stretching with Dick, instead of his usual place of at the front door. She followed as the muscles on his arms swelled as he stretched them out and how his abs seemed more defined as he bent backwards in an attempt to stretch out his spine, she could feel herself gazing longer than necessary at his shirtless form, especially as he looked back up and smirked at her, noticing her lingering stare.

Jason hopped down from the stage and sauntered towards the smaller woman, his smirk growing as he noticed her eyes running over his body slowly and with conviction as she took in the features of his muscles and his appearance generally, stopping in front of her he crossed his arms over his chest and rose an eyebrow at the girl, “You like what you see?”

As [Y/N]'s eyes travelled up to meet with Jason's, a blush rose across her cheeks and she bit down on her lip as pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ears. "I...." Before a full reply could even form in [Y/N]’s mind, the pair were interrupted as Dick jogged over to join them.

“Hey [Y/N], have you chosen a solo song?” [Y/N]’s eyes drifted over to Dick and she nodded her head, her hand tightening around the strap of her bag as the view of a shirtless Jason took over her peripheral vision, “Yeah. Um… All That Jazz if no one’s chosen it yet.”

Nodding along to what the girl was saying, Dick crossed his arms over his chest before replying. “No, no one’s chosen it yet. It’s perfect for you and your style, it will take some work to perfect it as a solo dance and to add a little more than is in the original, but we’ll get it. I’ll go tell the others so we can get stage, costume and music sorted.” [Y/N] nodded to what he was saying, only taking in small bits and pieces as he spoke, but she got the general idea.

“While I do that, Jason help her stretch out because when I’m back we’re going to be going over your part of Cell Block Tango.” As Dick turned away, [Y/N] looked back to Jason with a small smile before she followed him to the stage, watching his back closely and taking in the muscles she had felt the night before and how well defined they were.

When they reached the stage, [Y/N] threw her bag on the floor and lifted her shirt over her head so that she was only in her sports bra and athleisure bottoms and now it was time for Jason to stare. His eyes scanned down her body, taking in how toned her stomach was from her years of training as a dancer and how her arms have were toned with a little muscle that was obvious to see but wasn't really protruding, buy they looked nice on her. As [Y/N] placed one foot forward with her toes pointing upward and she sat in a mini squat to stretch out her legs, Jason's eyes moved to take in the appearance of her legs. They weren’t overly skinny and her thighs touched, like her arms there seemed to be some tone and muscle definition in them and wow, did Jason think she looked good as she stood up once again and looked at him with a raised eyebrow, noticing that he had been staring the same way she had been staring at him earlier.

“Like what you see?” [Y/N]’s tone of voice was teasing, mocking him from merely ten minutes earlier. Jason let out a chuckle and shook his head, the chuckle evolving into a grin as rolled his eyes at the girl, “Yeah. It’s a pretty good thing to look at.”

[Y/N] rolled her eyes, but a blush still rose onto her cheeks. Bending backwards, [Y/N] extended her arms behind her and lay her hands flat against the ground, stretching out her back and stomach, as she took a variation of the ‘bridge’ pose, next she moved her hands so that she was now using her forearms and she lifted her feet off the ground so that she was now solely relying on her forearms for stability. After spending 8 counts in this pose she brought her feet down to the ground again before bringing her knees down and lifting her upper body up from its position of leaning on her forearms so that she was sitting up on her knees. She let out a deep breath and as she looked to Jason, she rose an eyebrow at his shocked face.

“How do you bend like that?” With a chuckle, [Y/N] looked back out to in front of her as he moved from her position on her knees to a stretching one leg out behind her and one out in front of her, in the splits position. “Practice.” Bending forward, [Y/N] touched her toes with her arms extending forward and took a deep breath in, releasing it as she came back up from her position, “It’s not that impressive, I’m sure you’ve seen Dick do something more impressive. Wasn’t he an acrobat before he was a dancer?”

Jason, still mesmerised by the way [Y/N] moved as she stretched out her body in various ways, was slow to answer her question. “He was...um….but I…” Gulping down the lump that was beginning to gather in her throat, “I don’t usually watch them warming up...I go over the security footage when they're warming up…” Jason's tongue quickly ran over his lips, giving them some moisture as they were rapidly starting to dry, “And even when their dancing, I’m usually at the door, so...I never really see them.”

[Y/N] nodded along to his voice and let out an ‘hmm’, as she was not bending backwards and touching her toes. As she lifted herself back up into an upright position, Dick returned and gave her a smile which she returned as she lifted herself up from the floor so that she was now standing beside Jason.

“Okay, so for the Cell Block Tango we will be following the movie choreography as closely as we can and since you guys are the first pair here, we’ll go over your part a few times and then onto the whole piece tomorrow because it will take all day to go through the partner dances and we won’t have time before opening tonight.” He moved to the back and pulled out a fake prison cell gate, “These are on loan from the local theatre, they did a production of Chicago a year or so back and so we are using them until Bruce can get some in, which will only be a few days.” He moved the gate to the middle of the stage and stood behind it, “For the start of it Jason, you’re waiting in the wings.” while [Y/N] is behind the bars, with one hand wrapped around it and your chest crossing over the arm with your back arched slightly so your ass is sticking out a little.” [Y/N] moved to stand in Dick’s place, copying the way he stood and he nodded at her form, “Yeah, like that.”

Jason, who had not moved to the side, watched on the two as they went through the various movements for the first two and a half minutes of the song and how she moved with the music the few times they tried that, after that, however, Dick walked over to Jason and moved him to the centre of the stage, where he face [Y/N] who was now walking out from behind the bars and towards him, “Okay, so [Y/N] now you stand slightly in front of Jason and slightly to the side and Jason you reach your hand to hold her waist while [Y/N] you rest your elbow on his shoulder and prop your opposite hand on your waist, above his hand.”

Following instructions, the two found themselves rather close together. “Next, Jason you’re going to lift [Y/N] so that her legs can wrap around your waist and your arms stay on her waist while she strings her hands into your hair and looks out at the audience.” They tried it and failed the first time because they couldn’t find a way that was quick and graceful for Jason to lift her, but they tried again and this was slightly better, it was on the third try that they go it right. However, they still did the movement a few times to guarantee that they could move fluidly from one position to another in sequence and then they did it with the music to make sure they could match the beat. They two of them spent around fifteen minutes making sure they could get the movements to match up with the beat while Dick watched and gave pointers where he saw necessary.

“Onto the next step.” Dick stepped forward and joined the two of them at centre stage once again, “Go back to the last position.” They did as told, Jason holding [Y/N] close as he was the only support she had for that position and [Y/N] though the urge to look down at Jason, instead she strung her hand into the ends of his hair and looked out into the empty club. “This is the dangerous step, so you have to be careful.”

“[Y/N], you are going to bring your body around and force Jason to the ground so you are sitting on top of him with one leg lying by his side and the other so your knee is facing the ceiling.” [Y/N] looked to Jason, worry evident on her face but Jason gave her a soft smile as he spoke, “I’ll be fine. Just try.”

So she did, she twisted her body so it was now fully facing the rest of the club and pushed Jason down, though she was sure he simply feel, and she got into the position that Dick had told her, but at the sound of a small groan falling from Jason's lips she quickly got off him to make sure he was okay. “Oh my god. Are you okay? Did it hurt?”

Jason sat himself up slight, and rubbed his hand across the back of his head, “I’m fine. Just hit my head a little harder than I intended too.” Dick looked at him with his arms across his chest and a raised eyebrow, “You sure you're okay? We can cut that bit out and change it if you want.” At this suggestion, Jason shook his head, “I’ll be fine, I just need to be a little easier coming down and mindful of my head.”

Dick nodded to what his brother was telling him and stood back, “Again then. From the same position.” So, Jason and [Y/N] got into position and repeated the move, with Jason coming down easier and not groaning at the impact of the fall, which made [Y/N] sigh with relief. “Okay, so next after a few counts in that position. [Y/N], you will push up of Jason's chest, moving your chest forward so you are face to face with Jason, and you will spread your legs out at either side”

To help get a grip for how far up she would have to move, [Y/N] followed Dicks instructions as he spoke to her, “Then you will slowly lower yourself down until you are chest to chest with Jason.” So she did, and a blush rose to her cheeks as she realised just how close their faces were going to get. “Then you will push yourself back up into a sitting position.”

As she sat up, she looked to Dick from the corner of her eyes before turning her gaze back to Jason, whose face was plastered with a smirk as he noticed the blush that was growing on [Y/N]’s face. “Okay, so Jason will have a red cloth in his mouth which is important for the next part.” Dick stepped back further slightly, so he could see better the movements that would be happening around Jason’s head before continuing, “[Y/N], you will go chest to chest with Jason again and bring your legs up onto his while moving your arms so that they cradled behind Jason’s head, it is here you will take the red cloth from Jason’s mouth and sit back up, arching your back before taking the cloth out of your mouth and throwing it away.”

[Y/N] followed instructions, her face turning a bright red as she got close enough to Jason's lips that she was almost kissing him before moving up and arching her back and bringing her legs back to Jason’s sides. “That was good. Let’s run through it a few more times without music and then a few with music before taking it from the top.”

So they did just that, they ran through that sequence of moves for around fifteen more minutes without the music and then they spent around twenty more minutes getting it right with the music, but they only did the whole thing from the start three times because Dick felt like they had the gist of it. “Okay, we have just the end of it to do now and it’s the most complicated part. So take a fifteen-minute break and then we’ll get stuck back into it.”

Walking over to her bag, [Y/N] pulled out her water bottle and downed half of it in one go as the sweat slowly dripped down her skin and as she placed the bottle back she pulled out her phone and opened up a text from her mother that read ‘Hope everything is going well at Martel! Lots of love Mom xx’, letting out a sigh guilt built up inside [Y/N] as she text back ‘Everything going good. Having lots of fun. Love you’. She wasn’t exactly lying, she was having fun and everything was going well for her at the club, she just withheld the fact she wasn't actually working with Bryce Martel, but she still felt guilty as she hit send. The next text she opened was from an unknown number and the contents made her roll her eyes, ‘Didn’t you know stealings a crime? And you’ve taken everything from me. Watch your back bitch’, she didn’t know who sent it so she just deleted it and moved on to see a picture from Ivy on snapchat of her and Harley at a café surrounded by flowers with the caption ‘three favourite things, herbal tea, flowers, and my lady love <3’ and she sent back a picture of her in her sweaty form with the caption ‘nothing but work’.

As [Y/N] was about to hit send on her picture, she noticed a shirtless Jason in the background and her eyes widened slightly before she hit send, despite the unexpected photobomber. Putting her phone back into her bag, [Y/N] walked to the edge of the stage and sat down with her legs hanging over and she lay down so she could stare up at the ceiling. She was soon joined by Jason, who laid down beside her and stared up to the ceiling as well.

The two lay in silence for a few moments, before Jason broke it and filled the void with the sound of his voice, “You need a ride home tonight?” Glancing over to Jason from the side of her eyes an ‘ummmm…’ left her lips as she thought about it. She had enjoyed the ride home on his bike the night before and she knew she would be the last one to leave once again, “Yeah, if you’re offering.” Jason nodded slowly as he moved his hands under his head to give it some support. “I’m offering.”

The silence returned as they sat in peace, allowing their breathing to sync up with one another as their bodies relaxed. To anyone who might see them, it would look like they were moulding into the stage or that they were inanimate objects as they almost completely still, with the movement of their chests as the breathed being the only obvious signs they were alive.

When Dick returned, they were right back at it and Jason and [Y/N] were put into the position they had left off on with [Y/N] straddling Jason. “Okay, so [Y/N] you’re going to slide of Jason and Jason you’re going to roll out as she slides off and then you’re both going to stand up.” They followed Dicks words with the actions so he could show them how they would move from being on the floor to standing in a fluid way, “Jason, you’re going to stand with one leg out front and bent while the other is behind you providing supports and [Y/N], you’re going to jump and gently place your hands on Jason’s neck before moving around him. Once [Y/N] reached your front Jason you wrap your arms around her waist and tip her to the side before bringing her back up again.” With this, Dick took Jason’s spot and showed the jim exactly how he should dip and bring [Y/N] back up, “And then it’s a tango sequence like so.” He took his time in showing them the tango steps, making sure that they knew exactly what they had to do before handling [Y/N] back over to Jason so they could do it together.

The next hour was spent with the two of them running through the routine, with and without music to make sure they could do the dance to the right beat and follow the music exactly. By the end of it, they were winded and tired as they had been going non-stop since the fifteen-minute break they had been given.

“Okay. I think you’ve had enough for today. Tomorrow, after doing the group number I’ll start with your solo choreography.” [Y/N] nodded along to what Dick was saying to her as she tried to regain her breath with one hand on her hip and the other hand holding her water bottle. “I’ll see you two later tonight.”

Dick then walked away, leaving Jason and [Y/N] alone on the stage. [Y/N] walked over to her bag and pulled her shirt out, putting it back on over her sweaty form, and took out her phone to see another snap from Ivy with her sunglasses pulled down, showing her accusing eyes, and her eyebrows raised with the caption ‘all work and no play?’ and this caused [Y/N] to roll her eyes and put her phone back into her bag. [Y/N]was so distracted by her phone, that she didn’t notice Jason coming up behind her and so she jumped when she heard his voice directly behind her.

“Wanna go grab a bite to eat? I can leave you home after so you can get ready for tonight.” [Y/N] nodded and lifted her bag from the ground, placing it on her shoulder before looking up to Jason with a smile, “Yeah, that sounds good.”

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