This work was requested over a couple months ago I think
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“So, this is your girlfriend?” The one named Todd- Jason Todd- spoke up, he had his arms crossed across his chest as he stared at you with curious eyes, eyebrow raised before his attention shifted to your boyfriend who was standing in front of you.
You had your hand in Damian’s, he gave you a reassuring squeeze. This happened at your insistence, you had asked him if you could meet his family. While you had attended Bruce’s galas, you never seen his family because you’d always be with Damian, talking and hanging out with him at his family’s botany.
Your father almost got a heart attack when you told him you were dating Damian Wayne, your mother only smiled while your brother froze up for a moment before he hesitantly nodded. Your father went on rambling that you couldn’t date yet, that no you were still too young, Damian was a playboy and more lies to keep you with him.
Damian didn’t stop laughing when you told him about it, he continue teasing you until you shut him up with a kiss. THAT got him flustered and you just had to tease him back.
You were pulled away from your memories when another boy stepped into your line of view after he moved Damian aside, well, this one was more of a man if anything. His eyes were showing how intrigued he was with you.
“Grayson,” your boyfriend hissed, clawing at Grayson’s hand only to be blatantly ignored.
“Hmm,” the man hummed deeply, staring at you right in the eye as he flashed you that charming smile that got you to blush. “You’re so cute, how much did Damian pay you?”
“GRAYSON!” This time Damian was able to push him away, the push was hard enough to cause the oldest brother stumble back.
“I bet he used his lunch money,” another boy with similar dark hair and blue eyes but more cute looking pondered in, he was also looking at you with curiosity.
You sighed, rubbing your cooling cheek with your free palm. It was time for you to speak up. “Damian didn’t pay me, I’m not that desperate,” you gave the boys a charming smile, “I met him at the galas, he’s very sweet. We have been dating for almost a year now.”
It was Damian’s turn to blush, he looked away and clicked his tongue. “I’m not sweet.”
“Exactly,” said the cute blue-eyed boy, he was definitely older than Damian but younger than the other two.
Jason then added, “nobody wants to be with a brat like you, which is why we’re asking this poor girl who happens to be Oliver’s kid. So, did Daddy kick you out?”
Both you and your boyfriend glared up at him, Damian was ready to defend you and himself until a gentle voice interrupted. A couple pairs of footsteps were coming closer, one was heavy and calculated as the other was light and graceful.
“Now, don’t be like that boys,” when you turned around, you saw Mr and Mrs. Wayne walking towards you and the boys, Mrs. Wayne had her arm looped around Bruce’s. Both of them looked like a King and his Queen, they looked so absolutely perfect for each other. Mrs. Wayne’s eyes landed on you, the gentle smile on her face widened as she and her husband stopped in front of you. “Ms. Queen, it is very nice to finally able to meet you.”
“Ah! Yes, I’m honored to be able to meet you, ma'am,” you almost stammered.
You were a little surprised when she leaned down to kiss your forehead before she straightened up again like nothing had happened. Your eyes shifted towards your boyfriend to find him already looking at you, grinning as if saying, ‘we’re safe now.’
He was right.
“Call me mum, sweetheart, she dreamily rested her head on Bruce’s shoulder. She lifted up her free hand, palm up, at her husband, "Honey. Pay up please.”
Bruce only responded with a sigh as he pulled a stack of money out from his pocket, putting it on his wife’s open palm who accepted it with a gleeful kiss to his cheek.
“So much for being the greatest detective, dear husband,” Mrs. Wayne cooed, “who’s up for some seafood? My treat.”
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There wasn’t much Damian/Reader going on… I’m sorry ><
Summary: In which a morning on a balcony becomes more meaningful than Jason ever thought.
Warnings:None
A/N:A little drabble whilst I had the time, I’m trying, I promise I’m trying to get back into it.
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Only in your most idilic of daydreams could you ever picture yourself with a view like this, and even then, when the world was ruthlessly cold and bloody, such calming trances were a rarity.
The stilled moment you were currently indulging however, more than compensated for that, this at least, was very real. The soft morning sunlight bathed your skin in a golden glow and painted a warmth across your body that weaved deep into your soul and in complete honesty, you couldn’t help the words that flowed from your lips like honey, smooth and melodic as selfish as they may be.
“This is what I want.” You paused, knowing you now held the undivided attention of your admirer who would forever deny such a thing - with a breathless sigh, you elaborated in response to his silent quirk of inquiry.
“As simplistic as it seems. Waking up to a beautiful view of ancient architecture everyday with a coffee and a patisserie from the bakery around the corner is my idea of contentment. I feel like I can breathe freely, not a care in the world…”
“What’s stopping you?” His voice came off as curious, an underlying restraint there that caused you to tilt your head toward him with a smirk he’d grown to either fear or adore, depending on your mood.
“You.”
Honest and simple.
Just how he liked you, yet this contradicted that liking - his brows furrowed in a way that suggested he was angry, yourself knowing it better as a facade for guilt. The one he always carried with him through no fault of his own, it was purely the nature of Jason Todd - to blame himself for things that are out of his control, for him to see himself as the problem.
Like many little things regarding him though, over time you’d learned to remedy such doubts, words of affirmation whispered under varying degrees of intimacy or as orders in the war zone you called both ‘home’. It mattered neither way, you would continue this cycle until he understood his invaluable worth to you.
“Iknow what you’re thinking Jason, if anyone else would’ve said that, you would’ve bit their head off by now - saying something like ’I never asked you to stick around!’ or ‘Don’t let me hold you back!’ before storming off. Am I right?” You hummed thoughtfully, trying your best to accentuate his deeper vocals compared to your own.
“…”
Contrary to popular belief, his silence spoke volumes as did the diversion of gaze to the gorgeous romanticised streets below your balcony rather than allow himself to display his silent defeat. You were, in fact, incredibly accurate in your assumption. But like always, you had escaped his brash judgments, just as you’d done his lax hold earlier that morning.
“But that’s not what I meant Jason.”
Daring sapphires flicked back to your relaxed form, a hand sifting through your hair as you greeted the sun with a smile that’d forever enamour him. Yet another claim he’d kept buried under sarcastic retorts.
“Did you ever consider that my life would be boring without you in it? This place is everything I escape to, a vision of bliss compared to what we do but I’d rather be fighting by your side than sat on a balcony wondering if you’re okay 24/7. I’ve always believed that the connections you forge are more meaningful than anything, coffee isn’t going to wipe my tears or cook me dinner is it?”
You turned back to him now, expectant lift of an eyebrow contradicting the sentimentality that laced your precious dedication - it earned a breathy scoff of amusement from the man, the once-dead-vigilante who was bathed in sin and wore the title ‘Damned Prince of Gotham’.
A namesake you thought suited him well, he was just as addictive as the terror-ridden City, if not more so. A Prince to lead you down a path of darkness and become a light all at the same time, one you felt compelled to follow once seduced by everything Jason Todd. Yet, he had the audacity to smirk at you, bemused gaze travelling over the expanse of your skin before meeting your irises with an intensity that’s set your soul on fire - maybe your own burning ashes were the light you were trailing? You’d never know, nor did you actively wantto.
Instead you drifted back to the balconys’ enchanting showcase, haphazard lilt to your wistful voice as you spoke again.
“Besides…”
Jason’s blaze dwindled temporarily, replaced by an innocent intrigue that he always seemed to bestow you with, a sight rare to most as his battle scarred walls were completely nonexistent in fragile moments such as these. That alone crafted a mischievous air to your beguiling tone, a calm and unfiltered challenge to it that left Jason undoubtably glowing like a rosy flame.
Waiting desperately to be saved from a kidnapping, you end up being brainwashed to be used against your own brothers.
Requestedby@flashdash626: “Hi! I’m not sure if your taking requests, so if your not then you can choose to ignore this. Anyways! I was hoping you could do a Batsis were the sister is kidnapped by a random villain, and once the boys find her its to late and she was brainwashed and was now under control of the random villain. Once they like knock her out they bring her to the cave and try to bring her memories back. After a little bit of them talking to her her mind snaps and shes back to normal and she gets all emotional”
A/N: Last partttt, sorry it took so long and that it is so long.
Warning: angst, violence, swearing
They scanned around, seeing nothing but knowing someone was there, ready to fight. Then the familiar silhouette appeared, perfectly outlined by the street lamp.
(Y/N)?
“Where were you?!” Jason yelled. Suddenly, she jumped down, legs straight into his chest, he fell down with a slam, “what the hell-”
The woman threw a punch at her oldest brother as he stood within her reach, before she glared at him.
Dick never felt this amount of fear in a long time, the moment they made eye contact, he could tell by the ice cold and unmoving gaze she held, she was not the same person.
“Hey, chill.” Tim pulled the girl off of him, holding her in a headlock. Resisting, she kicked his kneecap with her heel, making him groan in pain.
Batman jumped in, hitting the back of her head, knocking her out instantly. Her body slumped in Red Robin’s embrace.
“What the hell!! You could have been careful with her!” Jason yelled, standing up with a grunt.
“It looks like she was about to kill us.” Tim breathed out. In protest, the former looked at Dick to back him up, but watched as he stayed silent, staring at the ground, he agreed with him. And Jason knew, deep down, that it was true as well.
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“How much longer?” Dick held the ice pack against his jaw.
“Hopefully soon, but I can’t be certain unfortunately.” Alfred informed, placing the small tray on the counter.
“What happened to her?” Damian murmured.
“She was brainwashed,” Bruce spoke from the Batcomputer.
Silence, a mournful silence.
“We’ll have to try and get her memory back.”
“How likely is it that we get it back?” Tim inquired.
“I’m analysing the toxin that was in her body, so I can’t be sure until I get a concrete result.”
The sound of restraints rattled through the cave and the brothers were quick to jump to their feet to crowd into the room where the girl was restrained, for safety purposes.
They were met with wide (E/C) eyes.
“Who are you?” her eyes narrowed.
“Your brothers.” Dick mumbled.
“Brothers?”
Once they realised they were no longer a threat, they sat down, relaxed, relieved that either the toxin was slowly wearing off or that she was knocked out enough to forget that she had been trained to have a grudge against them – to put it lightly.
“How long was I out?” she whispered.
“48 hours.”
The woman was clearly disturbed, worry written all over her face, realising that her whole identity was at stake and she couldn’t remember a single thing. She was unable to even look at the men in front of her, not wanting to see the tired faces desperately trying to bring their loved one back, knowing it might be a long, rough ride that might never end.
“Did I do that to you?” she pointed to Dick’s jaw. He nodded slowly, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” he chuckled, realising they didn’t completely lose her as her worrying nature resurfaced.
“How was I like…before?”
Dick glanced at his brothers before he started.
“Well…”
“This will be your new home from now on, make sure to take as long as you need to settle down, Lady (Y/N).” The butler spoke.
“Lady?”
“Would you like me to introduce you to your brothers?”
“I have brothers?” her eyes lit up.
“Of course! They are in the kitchen, expecting you, this way please.”
The girl was so excited to have brothers, but she was also extremely nervous, what if they don’t like her? That she’s annoying? What if she’s excluded because they’ve been here longer?
“Hi!” A cheerful, cooing voice tore her out of her worries as a tall boy who was smiling down at her. “My name is Dick.”
“Dick…” she whispered, her eyes wide, she was definitely old enough to know what that meant. A taller man behind him cackled.
“I-it’s a nickname!” he spluttered.
“For what?” Her face contorted to disgust.
“I’m Tim,” a shorter one interjected.
“(Y/N).”
“Jason.” the one who was laughing before greeted, not rudely but not at the same extent of welcomeness as the others.
“Damian.”
“Was I a good sister?”
“Dick? What happened?” (Y/N) rushed into her kitchen, dropping her filled shopping bag on the counter and racing to his side.
“I’m okay.” he grunted, holding his shoulder.
“It’s not, you’re bleeding.” As delicately as she could, she helped him up towards the bathroom. Once she took her time to stitch him up, she cleaned up his wound, “I’ll put a clean set of your clothes on my bed for you to change in, let me know if you need help.”
Without a word, he changed whilst she made a warm soup for him to relax.
“Here,” she handed it to him as he sat down, curling up in her side.
“Thank you.”
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“Hey, you okay?” she looked over at him, eyes in a state she wished she didn’t see so often for his sake.
“Yeah,” he breathed out, running a hand through his hair.
With one hand on the steering wheel, she poked his cheek.
“Want some McDonalds?” Glancing at her, she gave him a sympathetic smile.
“Alright.”
“You were the best sister.” The eldest chuckled, a nostalgic look in his eyes. Her heart tightened. She had seen that look before.
“Snacks!!” she announced, holding two bags filled to the brink with all sorts of snacks, “Damian, I saw this wooden bracelet charm when I was out and thought of you, here.” (Y/N) handed it to him.
“I don’t wear those, it’s stupid.” He tutted.
“Oh, okay then, I’ll return it I guess-”
“No give it to me.” the youngest snatched it out of her grasp and slipped it out, looking at the TV grumpily.
“Nothing for me?” Tim gasped.
“I bought you a kilogram of NERDZ. Will you drop it now?”
“Yes!!” he screeched.
The beautiful memories returned, but also the traumatic ones that happened not too long ago. Watching her silence, deep in thought made them stressed. Was she remembering?
Until she started crying.
“(Y/N)?” Dick’s eyes widened.
“I was so scared,” Jason scooped her up in his arms as soon as she said that, there was no doubt, “it hurt so much and I felt so alone.” burying her face in her brother’s shoulder, she sought comfort at the traumatic experience.
“We’re here for you.” Dick kissed her forehead, cupping her cheek.
“Want a hot chocolate?” Tim inquired.
“Uh-huh,” she sniffled.
“Let’s go then.” Helping her stand up, they started walking towards the cave entrance, Damian hurrying to keep up with them, holding his sister’s hand in reassurance.
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Waiting desperately to be saved from a kidnapping, you end up being brainwashed to be used against your own brothers.
Requestedby@flashdash626: “Hi! I’m not sure if your taking requests, so if your not then you can choose to ignore this. Anyways! I was hoping you could do a Batsis were the sister is kidnapped by a random villain, and once the boys find her its to late and she was brainwashed and was now under control of the random villain. Once they like knock her out they bring her to the cave and try to bring her memories back. After a little bit of them talking to her her mind snaps and shes back to normal and she gets all emotional”
A/N: Part 2 of 3
Warning: angst, violence, swearing
“Still no word?” Jason entered the cave, slipping off of his helmet. It had been just over a day, attempting tirelessly to pursue any leads that might have come up.
“No, it’s like she slipped off the grid, out of the world, no CCTV footage, no witnesses, no chipped cars, nothing.” Tim typed away on his computer, eyes red and dry from the lack of sleep and ungodly amounts of coffee that have entered his system since then.
Dead-end after dead-end made them more depressed and desperate. It was impossible to find a tangible lead to go on and the evidence left was near to nothing.
“Everyone, go to bed.” Batman spoke after standing up.
“What?” Jason snapped.
“We’re doing a regular patrol tomorrow, seeing what word on the streets are, so everyone, get some sleep so we can find more information in a better headspace.”
“Tch, better headspace.” Jason followed his brothers up the stairs, rolling his eyes at the irony of it all.
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Her throat burned from yet another blood-curdling scream. It was such a dark and cold room, the aspect of time had dissipated in the darkness long ago. What time of the day was it? How many days had gone.
Six was the answer, but the damage caused would take years to get over. Helpless and alone, desperately wishing, hoping someone would hear, someone would come to save her. This perpetual isolation with disappearing hope now grounded within her, shook into her very core. The lulled buzzing from the other room, the stressful footsteps, ready for the worst to come if the figure would enter this particular room, but never the full preparation.
She got more than she bargained for, but then again, she didn’t expect this to happen to her.
Her energy was slowly leaving her body, she was weak. Older and newer injuries never quite tended to for more unnecessary pain, frightened of closing her eyes for a second, not knowing whether the demons would also appear in her mind as well.
Growing fearful of the silence, preparing for a storm that always seems to just about come.
Drowning, beating, dreading the next day would come just as bad as the previous one. It frightened her how quickly she became accustomed by it, and how devastatingly long it would take to mend the pieces back together. The silence was also unbearable, waiting for something to happen, like the storm, only brewing now.
“Knock knock,” the voice rang as the door opened with a hiss as it screeched against the floor.
Frightened, she didn’t dare open her eyes, feeling her heartbeat pound in her ears and chest, holding her breath in an attempt to conceal herself.
“I know you’re awake.” the person chuckled, her eyes opened slowly, submissively, the only source of light coming from the corridor, “but now I’m going to make you fall asleep.” a hand in her hair to pull her head back, exposing her neck.
“Mmh,” she struggled, unable to express how painful this stabbing pain was through her muffling cloth-of-a-gag. It was only a needle, how could it feel so excruciating? Needless to say, it made her vision blurry and she soon fell into unconsciousness.
Perched on the rooftop, Red Hood scouted the area, releasing a long sigh. A month, that is how long it has been, and nothing came up about her. He kept wondering where she was, what she was doing right now, was she still in Gotham? If only he knew.
“Anything?” Dick questioned through the intercom.
“Nothing.” Tim answered. Robin was perched on a gargoyle in the center of the city, opposite of the tallest skyscraper in the city.
He was about to move on, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, before static came from the tower, before the image of Scarecrow was displayed on the enormous screen covering the building.
“It’s Scarecrow.” Damian spoke.
“Here as well.” Nightwing chipped in.
“He’s showing himself all over the city.” Batman spoke. The few people that were out at that time scurried around the screens, some people woke up from their slumber to witness the commotion.
“Good evening, Gotham, although, I will only be addressing The Bat and his… underlings,” he started. It appeared he was in some sort of rundown warehouse, and those types of infrastructure were sprinkled all around the city, “I have planted a bomb, on one of the peers leading to the port, if you can find it before 3 a.m, a missing little girl will no longer have a beating heart. Crushing two birds with one stone” he chuckled.
“Motherfucker.” Red Hood cursed.
“Jason-”
“He’s right.” His brothers interrupted.
“Lucius,” Bruce pressed on his earpiece, “is Batwing ready?”
“Ready when you are, sir.” He answered promptly, “I’ve sent it on it’s way to you.”
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“We only have half an hour left.” Red Hood announced, having scouted out the outsides with his brothers to see if they could spot anything unusual.
“I know.” Bruce spoke, scanning each building with the Batwing for any signs of heat or chemical reaction. His breathing caught in his throat when he found a heat signature.
“The old cement factory, first floor.” Revving their motorcycles, they raced down the street towards their sent location.
And sure enough, there the bomb was, intact, with a good 20 minutes before it blew, nothing they couldn’t handle.
“It might be rigged.” Dick warned as Jason approached it to disarm it. Hauntingly, he was able to without an issue, just like a regular bomb.
“It’s done.” Red Hood peeked at his brothers and Bruce, but his tone of voice suggested what everyone else was thinking, how easy all of this was.
Despite the yellowish light coming from the street lamps outside, the place looked pretty deserted. Dick couldn’t see a single person in sight, civilian or otherwise, this was a trap, for sure, but nothing was happening.
No one moved, nor spoke, and they were getting more and more anxious. The tension was so thick, it could be cut with a knife.
Until a figure rushed past the light coming from outside.
What was that?
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After a one night stand, Jason doesn’t seem to be able to get his mind off you. Desperate to get you out of his head, he hesitantly agrees to go to Wayne Enterprise with his brothers for work, as a response to scrutiny from the general public. What happens when the person he was trying to erase from his memory pops right back into his life?
Requestedbyanonand on Wattpad: “Can I request one where reader and one of the boys are dating but they act like they still trying to get each other so they flirt a lot and stuff even if everyone knows they’re together”/
“And other one where the reader is feeling herself and singing “Meet me in the pale moonlight” by Lana Del Rey in front of one of batboys and they’re like wow she cute and kiss the readeeeeeer (they’re dating and they’re teenagers)THANK YOU AND I LOVE YOU ” /
“haha well I have another which was that the reader is harley and Bruce’s kid and she meets batboys but jason since she knew before she left for the first time since she was away for wayne industries business meetings”
A/N:I hope you guys don’t mind that I tweaked it a little since these requests don’t have alot of depth individually!
“I’m just here for a drink.” the girl smiled politely even though she was extremely uncomfortable.
“I am too, can I have it with you?”
“Oh for crying out loud leave her alone, don’t be such a creep.” The man at the end of the counter groaned.
“Mind your business.” the creep gritted his teeth.
“Your disgusting aura is polluting my drink so it makes it my business.” (Y/N) watched as he stood up and walked towards the pair. Now that he was closer, the woman could see how attractive he was up close, stunning eyes, sharp jaw, tall and a streak of dyed white hair, “Fuck off will you?”
“Who do you think you are?”
“Sorry, I forgot a world, fuck off please.” The stranger shot the man a terrifying glare and without another word, the man studded away, like a dog with its tail between his legs.
“Thank you mister, but if he laid a hand on me I would have sucker punched him.”
“Mister huh?” he smirked, sitting beside her.
“Well what’s your name then?”
“Jason, pleasure to meet you.”
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“This is your place?” she hummed, fingers running through his soft hair as his lips trailed down her neck, pulling her legs around his hips.
“Mmh hmm,”
“You rich or something?” the woman breathed out as he sucked on her skin.
“Something like that,” he murmured, pulling away to tease her lips with his. Jason stared deeply into her eyes.
“What are you waiting for, lover boy? You brought me here.” (Y/N)’s arms hung loosely on his shoulders, occasionally touching the back of his head.
“Yes ma’am,” he smirked, hooking his hands under her legs and carrying her to his bedroom.
****
Glancing at her side to the soft breathing of the naked man beside her, she shuffled, stretching and yawning. What a night, she tried moving her legs but winced, what a night indeed.
“Good morning princess,” his morning voice was incredibly attractive as his arm slid around her waist, pulling her flush against him.
“Mmh, good morning,” the woman squirmed in his grip as he nipped at her ear teasingly with his teeth, “what time is it?”
“You have someplace to be?” he murmured, hand caressing her naked hip.
“Yeah, I have work.”
“On a Saturday?”
“Self employed.”
“Nice!”
****
A month or so later, Jason was frustratedly sitting in the meeting room, chewing on his lip in boredom as Bruce brought all of them to a meeting at Wayne Enterprise for less scrutiny from the public eye.
“The person we will be working on for the new design is going to arrive soon so I need you all on your best behaviour.” He glared at all the boys.
“Yeah yeah, can we just get on with it so I can leave?” The second oldest rolled his eyes.
“Mr Wayne?” as if on queue, the person knocked on the one-way privacy film that covered every window of the room, the blurred figure waiting patiently on the other side.
With a last scolding glance to everyone, Bruce strutted over, opening the door and smiling.
“Good morning Mr Wayne.” the woman greeted with a polite smile.
Jason’s eyes widened, and stayed that way even when he made eye contact with the girl. She responded with the same reaction, but quickly regained her composure and greeted the other boys.
“Oh hey (Y/N),” Dick waved to his roommate, “you look great.” He flirted.
“…Um hey,” she greeted hesitantly, feeling a little uncomfortable with his usual ways in the professional setting.
“Shall we get down to business.” Bruce glared at his eldest son.
****
“You don’t have to act so grumpy.” Jason rolled his eyes as they finally arrived at their hotel in Europe after an excruciatingly long flight.
“I’m tired, I need sleep.” Not wanting to address the elephant in the room, especially when she was this exhausted, she scurried to the bathroom to slip into comfortable pyjamas and landed right into bed, “I’m having this conversation tomorrow, good night.”
The next day came quickly and (Y/N) opened her eyes reluctantly, wanting to melt in the comfortable double bed she was in. Discreetly, she peeked at the double bed facing her diagonally.
The woman frowned, it was empty.
“I’m right here.” the man voiced from behind her as he exited the bathroom.
“Jason!” she screeched, “what the hell! Don’t creep up on people!”
“Well don’t try to spy on people when they are sleeping!” he threw his damp towel to her.
“Ewwwww!” she grimaced.
“Chill, I was drying my hair with that.” he walked towards his bed, and she only now noticed that he was naked – with a towel around his waist obviously. Steam was emitting from his skin as it glistened still.
With warm ears, she pulled the covers over her face, eyes peeking out discreetly.
“We’ve seen each other completely naked, I don’t see what the problem is, if you’re going to look, be shameless,” he moved his butt from left to right teasingly, “you can see this regularly if you want,” he chuckled.
With a sigh, she buried herself under the covers.
“I haven’t changed my mind Jason, I’m sorry, I’m not interested in commitment at the moment.”
She felt a weight on the bed and hesitantly took a peep out. Jason was laying on her bed, shirtless but with some underwear on.
“At least give me the benefit of the doubt for this trip.” he gave her the puppy eyes. Eying him suspiciously, she sighed.
“Alright, fine, don’t disappoint.”
****
A few months or so later into the relationship with Jason and gotten closer to his younger brothers, (Y/N) slipped on a comfortable T-shirt, watching herself in the mirror as she tidied her hair a bit and examined the hickey on her neck.
Swaying lightly from side to side to the song that was stuck in her head, she hummed softly to herself, setting out her clothes for the day.
“You don’t have to give me anything
Just put your sweet kiss kiss on my lips now baby”
Walking back to the mirror, deciding on whether or not jewelry was necessary, the woman continued.
“Think about you almost all the time, all the time and-”
“I love you so much baby,” he breathed out from the other side of the room.
“Hmm?” she glanced in the mirror.
“Keep singing~”
“No,” she stuck her tongue out playfully, “are you ready?”
“Do we have to go?” Jason whined, marching up to her, slapping her ass and squeezing it before hugging her from behind, nuzzling her hair, his warm skin against her.
“Baby of course we do, we have to hide the fact that we’re together, plus they are fun, we’re all friends here.” she rubbed her butt against his hips and he bit her ear.
“No teasing,” he whispered in her ear, turning her around and pushing her against the dresser, “or else.”
“Or else?” the woman chuckled, “but seriously though,” her hands cupped his cheeks as he stared at her lips, “we can’t act like a couple, it’s unprofessional,”
“Technically I don’t work at the company,”
“And the person I’m working with is your dad.”
“Adoptive, you have nothing to worry about.”
“Just a coffee, maybe a lunch, and then we can come straight home.”
“Mmh, okay,” he pouted, holding her tightly as she kissed his lips and pulled away. “You sing beautifully, please do it more for me.” he pouted. She chuckled, shaking her head slightly in embarrassment.
“Put a shirt on and let’s get ready, I don’t want to be late!” (Y/N) ushered, “and the sooner you’re out of here, the less anxious I’ll be that your brother unexpectedly enters his own home and sees you in it.”
When they were ready, at a somewhat reasonable time, they drove there as quickly and responsibly as possible.
“Why is your hand still on my thigh?!” (Y/N) jumped once she realised he had discreetly snaked his hand back on her thigh when he was parking the car on the side of the road, in a surprising proximity. Slapping his hand away and giving him a look, the woman slipped out of the car and walked up the stairs, ringing on the bell.
Jason scurried up beside her, slapping her butt playfully before pushing the door open.
“Hey guys!” she grinned, not having the time to scold her boyfriend once again as she was greeted with welcoming smiles.
“How have you been?” Dick teased, having seen her just yesterday.
After playful banter, and not-so-playful for the brothers, over a nice hot drink, a new topic came up.
“How was the party yesterday (Y/N)?” Jason inquired, knowing fully well about it but trying to seem inconspicuous, “I hope no one stole your heart, that’s for me!” … or not.
She paused, giving him an unimpressed look, reluctant to answer “It was great, and no.”
“No what?” he smirked. Her cheeks burned, she did not like being put on the spot to lie, especially since this was incredibly unnecessary.
“No one did anything.”
“To who-”
“This is embarrassing, we know you two are a couple,” Damian nearly gagged.
“Huh?” (Y/N) turned to him, feeling her soul leave her body.
“How do you know?” Jason looked at him.
“It’s been a while.” Dick chuckled.
“We been knew ,” Tim rolled his eyes.
“Someone left someone’s underwear in an awkwardly obvious place when I came around… and you slapped her butt before you came in here, everyone saw it.” Dick explained, watching his brother.
“OH MY GOD, JASON!”
“I didn’t- wait, how do you know that it’sherunderwear???”
The eldest’s expression fell and he blushed.
“I might have um-”
“He accidentally came in when I was packing my bag to leave for the business meeting in France okay?” the woman spluttered.
“You did WHAT?”
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“Oh this reserved character wouldn’t show actual care to the person they love even if they absolutely trust them and adore them they’d be shitty and borderline toxic even if I’m pulling this from my ass-” if you were a spice you’d be flour.
Not every cold and closed off character is a war criminal with no heart chill.
He smiled against her lips as his hands gripped her hips tightly. He kept her body pressed tightly against him as they made out in a bathroom at Y/n’s venue for the night. Jason’s lips pressed against the soft skin of her neck, his lips were rough against the smoothness of a place he often littered with kisses.
“Meet me after the show?” She panted softly as one of his hands tangled in her hair, tilting her head to the side for more access.
Jason smiled before he placed another kiss against her jawline.
“Of course.” He hummed before pulling back to let her go finish getting ready.
After the concert had ended and Y/n had finished singing. Jason and her were bombarded after the concert with paparazzi being up in their business. Y/n covered her eyes from the flash of the cameras, holding Jason’s hand tightly.
Their relationship was always put in the limelight, he was the son of one of the richest men on the east coast and she was a well known musician. They made a pact they’d never say a word about the other, they were very private, but that didn’t stop them from being exploited. The cheating rumors, comments from inside sources that didn’t actually exist.
Sometimes it felt like the weight of the world was on their shoulders. Sometimes it felt like they could never have many moments alone. Someone always wanted something from one of them. It was three am, Jason had a cigarette hanging off his lips as the fog of the night felt heavy.
“I think it’s over.” She said softly and looked at him. Jason nodded and ran a hand through his hair.
“I know, it’s quite weird.” He said as he exhaled, smoke escaping with every word. He looked over at her, noticing the tears in her eyes.
“It’ll be okay. What we had was ours, nobody else’s. That’s the beauty of a secret. We get to keep it.” He said and passed the cigarette to her.
She took a deep inhale and nodded, flicking some ash out her window. She noticed how the windows were fogged, making her think of all the times they were fogged for a different reason, a reason she’d always remember.
It would be hard to think of a life without Jason, but she’d manage. She always did.
|| Warnings: SMUT 18+, Fingering, vaginal sex, dirty talk, minor daddy kink, kind of public sex, creampie ||
Weddings are a special time in people’s lives, it signifies the love of two people. The wedding that’s being referenced currently is Jason Todd and Y/n Y/L/N. She had done what many couldn’t imagine was possible. She tamed him.
Tonight the wedding rehearsal, tomorrow the wedding. Jason was excited about marrying her, I mean he did propose on his own recognizance. But all the wedding planning, the mishaps, it was a lot for the former boy wonder.
Jason sat back and watched as Y/n directed where a few things should go. All he wanted was to have her to himself, she was wearing a gorgeous cocktail dress in red, it hugged her body in ways that made Jason’s heart do flips and his cock hard.
Their families had yet to arrive but the place was full of staff and he wanted nothing more than to drag her into that bathroom he saw on the way in, have her dress hiked up to her waist and fuck her so she remembers just exactly who she’s marrying when she walks down that aisle tomorrow.
“Baby..”
Jason said as he caught her elbow as she walked by, pulling her against his chest, her hands rested on the leather material of his jacket.
“Yes love?”
She smiled at him, her lips painted a pretty red, her black eyeliner came to a sharp point. It was like she was doing everything that made Jason hard.
“Well.. we have a small.. mm.. pretty large problem.”
Her face fell as she started to do flips in her head double checking everything
“Wha- what?” She looked puzzled
“Well..” Jason gently pressed against her.
Her eyes widened and she blushed as she felt his hard cock against her thigh
“Oh..”
“Yeah, oh.” He chuckled as one of his hands curled around the side of her neck, his thumb running itself along her jawline.
Y/n went to go say something but that’s when the families walked in. Jason let out an annoyed sigh as Y/n then dragged Jason to go say hi. She stood in front of him to help conceal his boner. This wasn’t her first rodeo, she and him had been in many situations like this.
Jason smiled at everyone before they all took their seats
“Five minutes please.” He pleaded in her ear, she could feel herself her wet with arousal at how needy he sounded
“Jason..” she lightly scolded as she looked at him
“Our families just got here, they’ll think somethings wrong if we just up and disappear.”
“I don’t care, we’ll make an excuse. Please.”
She looked into his blue eyes, his pupils blown with lust as his eyes scanned her body, she pushed her thighs together and chewed on the inside of her lip as she thought.
“Just five minutes?” She whispered softly, Jason nodded
“Hell, time me if you want, princess.”
She nodded before she walked over to the table where everyone sat
“Jason and I need to go fix something that’s happened, we will be back in five minutes, I deeply apologize, it’s nothing serious but we’d like to take care of it now.”
The two of them rushed out of the room, Jason pulled her into an empty room of the place where their wedding was being held. Jason smirked as he locked the door.
“I’m so ready for you.”
He whispered, his voice was deeper than normal. He licked his lips and stalked toward her. Y/n gulped as she backed up against the wall, he looked incredibly sexy. His hair was neatly combed out, a white shirt with V-neckline and his classic black leather jacket over the top.
She could see the outline of his cock through his jeans. Her breath was shaky was he pushed his body against hers. Jason gently nudged her feet apart, his toned, muscled thigh was pressed against her. Y/n loved riding Jason’s thigh, it had quickly became one of her favorite ways to cum. Jason hiked her dress up high, revealing the black lace panties she wore.
He licked his lips again before shoving his hand straight down them. She gasped and threw her head back, hitting the wall with a soft thud noise.
“You’re so wet already. I’ve hardly touched you.” He hummed as he pressed his lips to her neck. Her chest rose and fell quickly.
“Jason please.” She whimpered, the bridge of his nose brushed her jawline as his fingers ran along her slit, her thighs involuntarily pushed together
“Shh it’s okay, I’ll take really good care of you.”
He whispered softly into her neck. She whimpered before gasping as he plunged two fingers deep into her, his thumb found her clit. She moaned and let her head fall forward onto his shoulder, her hands gripping the leather jacket.
Jason smirked, he loves watching her come undone. He moved his fingers in a come here motion, pressing against a sensitive part of her cunt. It took everything in her to not scream out of pleasure.
“Daddy please!”
She whined, Jason felt her clenched tightly around his fingers, making him want his cock in her already. He pulled his fingers out and she whimpered at the feeling of being empty.
Y/n undid Jason’s belt while he pulled his fingers out, he licked them clean, tasting the sweetness that was her slick. Her eyes widened in awe as she watched him. They had been together since they were fifteen, in the last ten years, they still managed to turn each other on like it was the first time they fooled around.
He pulled his fingers out of his mouth with a small pop. In one swift motion he ripped her panties off causing her to gasp. He tucked them into his back pocket before cupping her cheeks.
“I’m going to ruin that pretty pussy of yours, got it? I’m going to fill you with my cum, and watch you squirm during that rehearsal dinner while it slowly drips out of you and you wish that I could be fucking it back into you. Got it?”
She nodded and looked at him in the eyes
“Yes daddy.” She whispered softly
Jason nodded before he undid the button of his jeans, letting them drop to the ground, he picked her up by her thighs and pushed her tighter to the wall. She leaned in to kiss him, as he grabbed his cock in one hand and ran it along her slit. Her slick and his precum mixing together before he thrusted his hips up into her
“Shit-“ he hissed against her lips as she clenched around him, she was always tight but when she did that, it drove Jason mad, it caused his head to go fuzzy and his cock to throb.
He started to thrust into her, she moaned and ran her fingers through his hair, lightly pulling on it as he fucked her. Soft moans and whimpers escaped from her lips as he thrusted into her. Grunts and groans left his lips.
“Please can I cum sir? Please.. please..” she begged
“Cum on my cock princess, make a mess.” He smirked
She moaned a little louder than she came, it set off a chain reaction causing Jason to cum inside her.
“Now you’re going to go in there and hold all my cum in and be a pretty little slut okay?” He hummed as he got dressed
|| Warnings: little bit of toxic relationship, gun to head, small sex mention ||
|| Reposting this cause yeah ||
Every touch was a rush to him, her cool hands on his burning skin. Their relationship was purely lust, he knew that, but god did he want more from her but he had a image to uphold. It was torturous to him.
Jason watched as she got dressed, the straps of her dress being pulled over her shoulders, a cigarette hung off his lips as he laid in the wake of their aftermath
“Quit staring.” She teased and moved to straddle him, she leaned down and took the cigarette from him, she took an inhale and leaned down to kiss him, shotgunning the smoke into his mouth. Jason sat up, his hand wrapping around the back of her neck and pulling her in for a kiss. Her lips were soft against his.
Y/n giggled as she was sitting on the couch next to Jason, texting someone.
“Whose that baby?” He hummed
“Nobody. Don’t worry about it.” She snapped
He glanced over and caught a quick glimpse as a random dude was flirting with her
“What the fuck!” He yelled, he grabbed the phone as he got up
“Fucking give it back!” She yelled and got up
“You want this?” He opened the door to the balcony and threw it out, it felt nine stories
“What the fuck Jason?!” She screamed and gently shoved him
“Fuck you!” He snapped, she stormed into the bedroom and grabbed her overnight bag
“Where the fuck are you going?”
“I’m leaving.”
“No the fuck you’re not.”
Jason grabbed her arm as she walked passed, he knew he shouldn’t have thrown her phone, it wasn’t a good thing, they weren’t even dating, why did it matter that she talked to other dudes?
“Go fuck yourself.”
She tried to pull away but Jason tightened his grip a bit, she slapped him in retaliation. He gently pushed her against the wall and kissed her. She kissed back as his knee pushed in between her legs. Jason held her hands above her head as he kissed her neck.
Her clothes were shed as he carried her to his room, soft moans came from her mouth as he left a hickey on her neck. He gently tossed her on the bed before pulling off his shirt. She bit her lip and watched. He smirked and let his jeans fall down before stepping out of them.
“Fuck..” she whispered as ran her fingers through her hair
His boxers came off next as he crawled over her, his lips on hers, her legs on either side of his hips.
“I fucking ha-“ she gasped as he slipped his cock inside her
“What’s that princess?” He smirked
“I fucking hate you.”
“I know.”
He smirked before he started to pound into her, fucking away the anger.
Jason was now determined to make her his. Things were going pretty good too. He was dressed in his red hood outfit as he came into her apartment, she was sitting on the couch watching a show. He smirked and unholstered his gun, she always talked about how much she wanted him to put a gun to her head. He unloaded it and put the gun to the back of her head as he took his helmet off
“Y/n, I think it’s time we push past all this bullshit and admit that the feelings are there.”
She smirked and turned the tv off
“Oh yeah?” She hummed, she saw Jason nod in the reflection off the black tv screen
“Fine. I’ll be your girlfriend if that’s what you want so bad.”
She wanted it too, she couldn’t lie
“Don’t fuck me over. Don’t play your fuckin games. It’ll be dangerous.”
It was a very empty threat but it was more so just to go with the vibe of what was happening
“Pull the trigger.” She said
Jason pulled it without hesitation. The pistol making a click noise
“Empty, just like your threats. Now, fucking go take that shit off. We got movies to watch.”
She smiled softly. Jason chuckled and holster the gun before walking to her room to put on some clothes he left there for times like this. He could feel that things were going to be good for once.
|| Hello! May I have a Jason Todd x reader where they .. make out?.. you seem like the type of writer who loves to write angsty, beautiful fanfiction and I know this isn’t very…. meaningful… so I’m not sure if you’d want to write it but I’d like some smooches heh. Just some intimate smooching and nuzzling where the reader is in Jason’s big strong arms. You don’t have to write it if you don’t want to though. In the meantime I’m going to try and think of some good angsty ideas to request :D ||
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Jason Todd was not one that knew how to give affection, being touchy feely was not in his body vocabulary.
So when Y/N came into his life, long after the trama of joker, learning to be affectionate was something difficult for him to learn.
He quickly grew to love cuddling, especially when they were on the couch, his arms wrapped around her, her head on his chest as she talked about whatever show they were watching at the time, or even just sitting in silence.
Nothing but the soft sounds of their breathing.
Kissing was another thing he grew very accustomed too. Her lips against his, her hands as they rested on his cheeks. The feeling he got when she’d smile against his lips or whisper soft I love you’s.
Make out sessions though, those could get spicy. Sometimes they happened in the early morning, between the sun peaking up from behind the buildings of Gotham and the smell of coffee filling their apartment.
Jason’s instant reaction when she’d crawl on top of him, was placing his hands on her hips. From there his hands roamed her body like she was wonderland.
She was wonderland to him.
She was everything, the moon, the stars, his first thought in the morning and the last one at night.
Between the I love you’s, the kisses and the cuddling sessions. Jason Todd, for once in his undead life, felt safe.
Bruce Wayne was currently sixteen, he was very outgoing. He had a small group of friends but even for a boy as outgoing as himself, there was one girl that made outgoing, charismatic Bruce Wayne, a shy boy.
Bruce picked Y/n up on the way to Gotham High school, she sat in the passenger seat, her hand rested on Bruce’s hand that was sitting on the center console. The two had been friends for some time now, they met due to their fathers working as surgeons, causing the two of them to grow as friends.
“Hey.. breathe.” She said softly, Bruce looked over to her at a red light, concerned dripped from her eyes, sometimes he seemed to forget how to breathe when she was around.
Bruce turned his attention back to the road that was covered in snow, his lips pulling into a small smile. His hand slipped into her smaller, softer one. His thumb ran over her knuckles, the small smile grew larger
“Bruce Thomas Wayne, is that a smile I see?” She giggled, causing Bruce’s heart to do a small flip
“Maybe.” He teased
The next day, Bruce was sitting in the living room, reading a book while his mother helped Alfred decorate the manor in Christmas decor. The phone started to ring. Alfred started to descend from the ladder he was on.
“No it’s alright Alfred, I got it.” Bruce smiled as he bookmarked his page and went to grab the phone
“Wayne residence?” Bruce hummed
“Bruce, It’s Y/n!” Bruce’s heart stopped for a moment as he smiled
“Hi! What can I do for you?”
“Would you like to come over and bake some Christmas cookies with me, I’m home alone currently and bored.“
Her voice was gentle, it was like hearing a song you love, it’s all you wanna hear. You could hear her smile. Home alone with a pretty girl, cookies, all pros. Cons, He was nervous.
"Bruce? Hello?” He jumped
“Uhm yeah! Yeah! I’ll be over in fifteen?” Bruce heard a small sigh of relief
“Perfect.” The line clicked and He ran to get changed. Alfred and Martha giving each other knowing smiles as Bruce rushed to his bedroom.
He found himself staring at the large front door, he gently pressed the doorbell, he could hear it echo through the large mansion. She opened the front door, she looked as beautiful as ever, she was all smiles as she stared at the boy.
“Hey! Come on in!” She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the house
Two dozen cookies later, they were covered in baking ingredients
“You’re horrible at this Bruce!” She laughed as he broke an egg into a bowl, getting shell in the batter
“Shit, shit, shit. Hey I never said I could cook dessert, only some meals! Besides I came here to be with you.” Bruce said as he fished the shell out with a spoon, Y/n went quiet as those words left Bruce’s mouth.
Bruce looked to her as she stared at him
“Really? You came over here to be with me?” She smiled softly at him
Bruce nodded as he blushed, he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck
“Well.. Yeah.. I like you.. You know.. Like.. more than a friend..” Bruce’s awkwardness really shined through at that moment, her eyes lit up more
“I do too..I have for a while.. But I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”
“Y/n, You couldn’t ever ruin anything.” Bruce gently grabbed her hand
“You mean too much to me for anything to get ruined between us. I’d do anything for you, you know that, Now, come on pretty girl, lets finish these cookies, get cleaned up and then I’ll take you to my house and have some of Alfred’s world famous hot chocolate. We can even sit at the fireplace in the smaller living room and roast s’mores, make it our first date.”
“Bruce Thomas Wayne, you are the most amazing man I’ve ever met and I don’t know what I would do without you.”
Bruce smiled softly as he placed a kiss on her forehead, her cheeks flushing a pale pink
“I wouldn’t be amazing if I didn’t have you, Y/N Y/L.”
|| if you’re interested, would you be up to writing something about (best) friends-to-lovers with jason todd? it’s totally okay if u don’t want to for whatever reason! hope u have a nice day xx ||
|| I drew a lot of inspiration of what it’s like inside my head sometimes ||
Y/N let out a small sigh as she sat down, she was meeting her best friend, Jason, at a cafe down the street. She was stressed from work. She ordered her normal and waited for Jason to arrive.
The bell dinged that signaled the door opened. Y/N looked up as Jason walked in. She remembered the day they first met, a day very much like this one.
She was suppose to be met by a date, a date who never showed, she was crying in a booth when a tall muscular figure approached her
“Are you alright?” She looked up at the man with the deep voice, tears streaming down her face
“Yeah.. do you want the booth? I’m sorry.” She sniffled and started to get up
“No no, please, sit. Do you mind if I sit with you?”
He was tall, very muscular, his hair was a mess with jet black pieces sticking up every which way, a small white floof in the front. His eyes were blue, crystal blue. His form normally would intimidate her but something about him comforted her instead
“N-no..” she stuttered. The man slid into the booth
“Names Jason Todd. What’s yours?” He stuck out a gloved hand, it was winter and winter in Gotham was brutal even if you were inside
“Y-Y/N.. Y/N Y/L.” She shook his hand
“Well Y/N, why don’t you tell me why a gorgeous girl like you is crying?”
His eyes were soft, his lips were chapped, he gave her a look like she was the only girl in the place. His jawline was sharp, like it had been handcrafted by the gods. His appearance could be very intimidating, but it was like he had the aura of a puppy.
He sat there, looking at Y/N in a way that she couldn’t remember anyone ever looking at her before. He watched as she explained how she was suppose to be on a date with her ex boyfriend, they were going to try and see about getting back together, but he stood her up. The look was one of understanding.
Jason noticed how her hands shook as she talked, her eyes trained on the wood of the table. One thing led to another and she was spilling her whole life story to him.
She told him about her parents and how she remembered them fighting all the time, how she only ever saw her father cry once as her mother yelled about regretting getting married. How her father told Y/N that marriage seemed like a lost cause.
Y/N talked about her first high school boyfriend who told her that she wasn’t skinny enough to be voted homecoming king. She told him about the boyfriend who treated her like she deserved the world ended up dying a few days short of their one year anniversary.
She talked about the friends who meant so much to her but how she didn’t mean as much to them. The ones who loved her but left to let her grow without them. Her voice shook as she talked about her parents divorce, how messy it was, how uncomfortable. How vicious her mother could be.
Jason never once intrupted her, he sat and listened, and showed compassion when she needed it, gave a laugh when she told a funny story. Y/N rambled about how she feels like she’d never be easy to hold down, how her heart felt like it was damaged goods that couldn’t be returned cause someone threw the receipt away.
Once she opened her mouth, she couldn’t stop talking, someone had opened the flood gates and she couldn’t close them.
Y/N told him of the nights that she’s quiet, how she gets lost in her weeded mind. The nights she forgets about anything that’s appealing about her, how she loses her balance and falls into the abyss of thoughts that never seem to stop.
She talks about the nights she trips over her own feet and stumbles on her words. How her mind forces her to apologize over and over for the mess she made even if it wasn’t inherently her fault. She thinks to herself about how that look he’s giving her from across the table seems to calm her screaming mind.
She tells him that too, tells him about how that look seems to give her the shortcut to the labyrinth her brain built when it thought it was protecting itself. Jason smiles as she tells him that nobody has ever looked at her the way he has, with an understanding look, a smile that holds zero judgment or malicious intent.
They sat and talked for a few more hours after that, Jason telling her in exchange about his issues with his own self image, the war he fights in his mind. How he feels like he’s alone. That he’s in a wrestling match with his own mind, he’s about to get pinned and wants to tap out but find someone or something that keeps him fighting.
They ended up at Jason’s apartment, sitting on the couch, holding each other while watching a random hallmark Christmas film as a fresh layer of snow coats Gotham city. The fire crackles as she lays her head on his shoulder, his dog sparky laying at their feet. Their hot chocolate cooling enough to not scold their tongues.
Jason sat down across from Y/N
“What are you thinking about princess?” He hummed as he ordered his normal
“The day I met my best friend.”
Jason smiled softly
“That’s my favorite day Princess.” Y/N nodded with a smile, her stomach bubbling at the feelings she had for her male best friend.
|| If you’re able/free could you write a Tim Drake x reader oneshot? With a coffee induced and sleep deprived Tim working for days and the reader finally stepping in to drag him to sleep? Cuddles and fluff if you can. No pressure though! ||
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Tim had been up for a few days already, he had been analyzing a case that him and Bruce had been working on for a few weeks now. Coffee cups littered the desk as his fingers quickly typed away on his laptop, filling the room with the clicking noise. The room was pitch black, the blue tint of the screen lit up a small corner of the bedroom that Tim shared with is girlfriend of five years.
His eyes scanned the screen as he read what he was typing, stopping for a brief moment to take a sip of coffee, look over to the sleeping girl in bed and then back to the computer.
Y/N was always concerned when things like this happened, she was use to this happening when they were teens, but as of now it was like a form of harming himself. Not sleeping, not properly eating. She knew what Tim had gone through. Some days if she squinted and stared hard enough she could see the hint of the goofy teen that Tim was. Other days all she saw was the serious adult he had become.
She sat up in bed when she heard Tim leave the room to get yet another cup of coffee. She sat up, through on a shirt that was most likely Tim’s and went into the kitchen, Tim was leaning against the counter, the light from the stove illuminating the kitchen. The light was causing shadows on his shirtless body, showing off how toned he was. His face was lighten up, the bags under his eyes were darker than normal.
“What are you doing awake?” He asked as he looked in her general direction, she didn’t say anything at first
“I know you’re there babe.” He chuckled softly as he waited for the coffee to brew
She stepped out from around the corner and awkwardly brushed hair behind her ear, Tim waved her over. She walked into the kitchen, the linoleum squeaking under her light steps. Tim took a deep breath as he pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her, his head resting on hers.
“I know what you’re gonna say.. I know. I gotta stop doing this to myself.” He stroked her hair
“I’m working on it, I promise. It’s just hard to change my ways.” He let out a soft sigh
“Let’s go to bed okay?” She said softly, Tim nodded, not bothering to put up a fight
She gently grabbed his hand, leading him to the bedroom. She let him lay down before she snuggled in next to him, they held each other as Tim drifted off first. She gently kissed his forehead before she let herself drift off.
Y/n laughed as her and Dick laid in bed and he told her a cheesy joke. Dick smiled at the love of his life and pulled her close, gently cupping her face as he did so.
“You know Detective Grayson, you still never told me how you felt about me.”
Dick smiled softly as he gently stroked her cheek, admiring her face
“I’m so in love with you, Y/n. Every where i go, I’m reminded of you.”
Y/n blushed and giggled as Dick kissed her.
Dick left to go to work later that day, he was working a case on some gang activity in Gotham. Dick drew his gun as the team of police officers followed him to the door.
“GCPD, Open up!” He yelled and banged on the door, they had a lead on where the leader was and had evidence to bring him in
“GCPD!” He yelled and banged on the door before giving a nod to the officers, Dick kicked the door in and went in, being cautious. They found the gang leader holding a woman hostage, a gun to her head.
“Put the gun down.” Dick warned, the guy chuckled and pushed the gun to her temple
“Put. The. Gun. Down.” Dick warned again, the man still didn’t listen
A loud bang happened and Dick staggered back as another police officer shot the bad guy. Dick held his abdomen as he fell back, sputtering up blood.
At the hospital, Bruce and the rest of the family sat in the waiting room nervously to hear how Dick was.
Alfred had called Y/n, who instantly rushed over.
“I want to see him.” She demanded and Jason held her back
“You can’t, He’s in surgery.” Y/n cried, wishing she could just go back to that morning when they were laying in bed together
Y/n paced around before a doctor came out
“Family of Dick Grayson?” Y/n and Bruce instantly shot up
“I’m his father.” Bruce said, Y/n chewed her lip as she played with the necklace Dick had given her
“We did all we could… it’s best if you all say your goodbyes. He’s awake but just enough to hear you. Room 305.”
Y/n took off running to his room, so many bad thoughts were gong through her head.
She sobbed as she saw dick laying in the hospital bed, hooked up to a machine to help him breathe.
“Dickie..” She sobbed and gently grabbed his hand, the rest of the family came in. She decided to let them all say their goodbyes first.
“You can go say bye now..” Jason said softly and gently put his hand on her back
“Just.. give me a second..” She said softly and stared at the door, working up the courage. She stood from the chair, her legs shaking under her. Her legs seemed to have a mind of their own as she walked into the room, she sat in a chair next to Dick and took a deep breath
“I never knew that I’d have to say goodbye this soon.. I love you so much Dick, I never wanted to say goodbye.” She took a break and sobbed
“Please, make this all go away Dick, wake me up from this bad dream, hug me and tell me that its okay. That it was just a dream. I hate that I know that I’m losing you and I hate that there is nothing I can do to make things better.” She sniffled and grabbed his hand
“I still need you Dickie.. everyone still needs you.. I don’t know what to do without you.. It’s breaking my heart that I’ll never get to see you when I wake up, just know that you’ll always own my heart Dick, and you’re taking a part of it with you. Things will never be the same, and it hurts so bad.. Everyone is so proud of you.”
She kissed his hand gently
“I’m so happy that we met. I love you more than anything Dick. You will forever be my hero. It’s gonna be okay baby.. you don’t have to hang on anymore.”
And just like that, Dick flat lined.
A month later, Y/n sat with the family in the kitchen
“Jason?” She said softly as she sniffled
“Yeah?” He mumbled
“I can still see him and hear his voice.”
“Me too.”
“Do you think that I’ll ever forget what he looks and sounds like? Cause I’m so scared that one day I’m going to forget and I won’t know what to do.”
“I’m scared too” Jason sighed
Y/n sat with a few of her friends, they were trying to cheer her up but it wasn’t working
“What.. what was it like? Losing him?” One asked
Y/n took a deep breath as she started to explain
“Losing him was the worst thing that ever happened, having to say goodbye to him, learning to live without him, trying to fill the void in my heart from the hole that he left. Him dying was like hearing every single goodbye that I’ve ever heard all at once.” She sniffled and wiped her eyes
“The worst part was knowing that he was never coming home.”
||@natasha-baggins said: Hello! May I request an imagine or headcanons (which ever is easier for you) for Jason having a s/o that works at a daycare or preschool please? I’m in Early Childhood Education and I’m really excited about it! ||
|| I love E.C.E, I got to take a short course in high school! I really loved this request! ||
||@einlov said: How would Jason help his procrastinating s/o? Btw, your blog is cute! Jason is officially my favorite character in DC. Stay safe! ❤️ ||
|| Awe Thank you so much! You stay safe too! I love this idea so much! I hope this is what you were looking for! ||
Jason just wanted to help out Y/N, who had been procrastinating doing some college work, it wasn’t that they didn’t want to do it, well actually it was exactly that. They just didn’t want to do it.
“Baby?” Jason said as he walked into the bedroom
Y/N was laying in bed, streaming a show they had seen enough times to quote it
“Shh, it’s getting to a good part babe.”
Jason crossed his arms and looked at them
“Y/N.”
“Jay!”
Jason sighed and stood in front of the tv, Y/N whined and paused the show as they stared at Jason
“You gotta get your work done.”
“I will, I’m almost finished with this season, there’s ten episodes left!”
Jason sighed once more and grabbed the remote from them before he yanked the power cable out of the tv
“It’s for your own good baby.”
He hid them somewhere Y/N wouldn’t look.
“Fine.” They pouted and got up and went into the dining room where their laptop sat on the small table
Jason followed after, he just wanted them to do their work and do good. He smiled when he saw them working. He grabbed them a snack and something to drink.
“Look at you.”
He smiled and stood behind them, he set the snack and drink next to them. He kissed the top of their head
“As soon as your finished, I promise we can watch that show you like and cuddle.”
“Promise?”
“I promise baby.”
He walked Into the living room and sat down, watching some YouTube videos quietly, a few minutes later he heard some music and laughing. He got up to investigate. Y/N was watching the show on their laptop
“Aw come on babe.” Jason sighed and sat next to them, he turned off the show
“I will sit here and watch you, just so you get your work finished.”
“I’m not a child.”
“Right, you’re not, but I just wanna help you.”
“Fine.”
They sighed and opened up their word document, Jason glanced to what they were doing, it was English, one of his favorite subjects in school, he knew that Y/N struggled just a bit, so he decided to help.
“Here, let me help you.”
Jason got up, and picked them up from the chair they sat in with ease, he sat down and set them in his lap
“Okay so this line means-“
he stopped and looked at Y/N who had shifted and looked at him
“What?” He smiled, a dumb grin on his face
“Nothing, I just love you.”
Jason’s cheeks flushed
“I love you too.”
He kissed their cheek and went back to explaining the assignment and helping them the best he could
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The damn ringing was back. He tapped his nails against the desk to drown it out, anything to make that dreadful noise stop. It started when he was a child, he got hit in the ear with a baseball and got a pretty bad concussion. It drove him nuts, horribly absolutely nuts. Tinnitus, the cause of ringing in the ear, causes depression and anxiety in most. Tim tapped his foot and tried to drown it out with any sort of noise, but it seemed so much louder.
“Tim. Stop. You’re disrupting the class.” He looked at the teacher from under the fringe of his black hair
“S-sorry.” He muttered, Tim got jittery when the sound came, he couldn’t focus.
Teachers never understood his issue, figured it was something he made up for attention or something like that. He looked at the white sheet of paper in front of him, they were suppose to be taking a test, but that god damn ringing. Tim tried to focus on a different noise, one that wouldn’t hurt his ears, the clock was too deep, the sound of chalk on the board was too creaky, the expo marker on the whiteboard was too squeaky. And then he heard it. The band room was right under his math class, he loved A days, it was the only time he got to hear the voice of the girl who made the ringing stop. He never knew who she was but he thanked god for her.
“Sweet dreams are made of this.”
Tim heard the familiar techno beat, it was like the beat followed her voice and matched with it, instead of her voice being matched to the beat.
“Who am I to disagree.”
He smiled as the ringing stopped, he looked down at the math sheet and flew through it, turning it into the teacher before leaving. Tim had to find this girl, for the last three years he had heard her sing but never got to know who she was. She was the only person who could stop that damn ringing in his ears. He made his way down the stair case, the band room was quiet from this point in the school, everyone else besides a select few were in the halls. The ringing was back and this time loud enough to want to drop him to his knees, he felt tears pooling in his eyes. Tim quickly made his way to the band hallway and he heard the voice again
“Some of them want to abuse you”
he found the band room she was in. It was the old auditorium that they used for vocal practice. People came into watch all the time, so it wasn’t the big of a deal when Tim walked in. The techno beat bounced off the walls. Nobody was in here but the girl that paced on the stage, she stopped once she heard the loud door click. The music stopped and the ringing returned
“Oh. Hi.” She tapped her foot.
“H-hi.” Tim’s face went red, even her regular speaking voice was beautiful.
“I’m Y/N.”
The tap-tap-tapping of her foot quickened
“You’re Tim right?” He nodded and he slowly made his way closer to the stage
“Y-you have a lovely voice.” He could see her more clearly now, not so blinded by the very few lights on in the room.
“Oh thank you.” She smiled,
“why are you tapping your foot?” He’s asked out of the blue
“Oh, uh, I didn’t realize I was doing it.” Tim took a deep breath and tried to center his thoughts, the faint ringing was happening. The girl bit lip
Y/N started at the boy, she knew about the ringing in his ears, hell everyone did. She felt bad for the kid.
“How come you came in here?” Tap-Tap-Tap went her foot
“Your singing makes the ringing stop. Keeps me sane during math.” He chuckled a little and climbed onto the stage, sitting in one of the chairs
“you’re tapping again, you’re like happy feet.”
Y/N tried to stop herself but it was hard, if she didn’t have sound, the voices in her mind clogged her brain and made her feel sick to her stomach. Sedatophobia, the fear of silence, often found in teenagers who have been diagnosed with depression and anxiety. She sat In the other chair and tapped her finger nails against the plastic seat.
“My singing helps you?” Tim nodded
“It’s soft, I can’t listen to music much anymore due to my ears. Can’t go to concerts, listen to my favorite bands from before. But your singing, it- it helps.”
He didn’t know what he was admitting this to the girl who for three years was his unknown therapy. Y/N nodded
“What does it feel like? The ringing.”
She mentally scolded herself
“It hurts. It makes my brain feel fuzzy and sometimes it gets to the point of making me want to cry.”
Y/N nodded again “It makes me feel crazy, sad, anxious. The ringing makes it so I can’t focus, it’s hard sometimes. There’s nothing I can do to make it go away but you singing, it makes it stop. So thanks.”
She smiled, for the first time in what felt like years, she didn’t tap or make a noise. His voice was nice, it was smooth, not like most sixteen year old boys who had voice cracks a lot. He made the silence leave her alone. Tim looked at his shoes
“I don’t mean to be weird but will you sing for me?” Her eyes lit up
“I got an idea, let me see your phone.” He handed his phone and she looked up something
“A couple weeks ago I got bored and uploaded this to YouTube. It’s just a vocal track, no loud music, no background noise, just my voice.”
She plugged in her headphones and placed them over Tim’s ears. The soft sounds of her voice flooded his ears.
"Drink up baby, stay up all night.”
Y/N watched as he shut his eyes, his body flooding into absolute bliss. The next three months were bliss for the two. He always had earbuds in, listening to her voice. Tim got approval to change classes around just so he could spend third period with Y/N in the vocal room.
Today was a bad day for Tim, he had these sometimes. The anxiety laced with depression, or maybe it was the other way around, depression laced with anxiety. The ringing wouldn’t stop, his ear buds broke and his phone was being a dick. He walked into the vocal room, tears filling his eyes.
“It- it won’t stop Y/N.” Tim sniffled and covered his ears with his hands. She guided him to the stage and made him sit down
“Shh.. it’s okay. Shh..” they sat on the floor, she gently pulled his hands away from his ears.
“I got troubled thoughts and a self-esteem to match.” Tim slowed down his thoughts and focused in on her voice, closing his eyes.
“What a catch, what a catch.” He felt her cold hands on his warm cheeks, her thumbs swiped away his tears.
“I got troubled thoughts and a self-esteem to match.” When Tim opened his eyes, their faces were very close. He could smell her perfume, the one that smell like sweet vanilla cookies and the shampoo she used that was apricots and just how pretty her eyes were.
Tim never kissed a girl before, or anyone for that matter, he didn’t really know how, or what to do with his hands or if he should tilt his head or if it was okay to touch her. So many anxious thoughts went through his head before he just did it.
In that moment, everything stopped, the ringing in his ears, the voice in her head. The sound of the students passing by the room outside. It was just them in their own part of the fucked up, depression filled, doused with so much pain and anxiety, world. But it was their fucked up world. This felt natural, his lips pressed to hers, hers pressed to his.
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Words: 1k || Warnings: alcohol, mentions of cheating, breakups, language
a/n: wanted to mix things up a bit while I’m waiting for AGITP inspiration to come back to me. This can definitely be read as platonic, if you prefer.
Her hand clapped you hard on the back, causing you to grunt into your shot glass of brightly-colored liquor. Although it initially was not a gentle gesture, she moved her hand up from the middle of your back to squeeze your shoulder and rub in a semi-soothing circle near the hem of your shirt. “You can do better than her anyways,” said your companion, head lolling to the side through her partially drunken state.
Harley Quinn was a lot of things. She was loud and spontaneous, and smarter than people gave her credit for, but she was not, by any means, a woman who half-assed things. After getting out of a long relationship with a girl who, despite your chemistry and her stellar good looks, didn’t deserve the title of “girlfriend” in the long run, you’d been taking the hit pretty hard.
You hated to admit the way your heart clenched every time you remembered the sight of her on top of some tattoo’d up, motorcycle lover of a man on the couch you two had bought together, but it hadn’t been the first time she’d broken your heart in such a manner.
Turns out, Harley had been a solid shoulder to cry on, having recently gotten out of her terrible relationship with the clown she’d spent so many years chasing after. As far as you could tell, she’d really taken it in stride, so it was no surprise she was the first one in your friend group you turned to to ask for a place to stay for a few weeks until you were back on your feet.
She’d mostly ignored you the first few times she heard you crying from her tiny guest bedroom, but the third time was enough to push her over the edge. That’s when she barged in and suggested the two of you go out and get absolutely hammered at the local bar. That’s exactlywhat you did.
Words: 1k || Warnings: alcohol, mentions of cheating, breakups, language
a/n: wanted to mix things up a bit while I’m waiting for AGITP inspiration to come back to me. This can definitely be read as platonic, if you prefer.
Her hand clapped you hard on the back, causing you to grunt into your shot glass of brightly-colored liquor. Although it initially was not a gentle gesture, she moved her hand up from the middle of your back to squeeze your shoulder and rub in a semi-soothing circle near the hem of your shirt. “You can do better than her anyways,” said your companion, head lolling to the side through her partially drunken state.
Harley Quinn was a lot of things. She was loud and spontaneous, and smarter than people gave her credit for, but she was not, by any means, a woman who half-assed things. After getting out of a long relationship with a girl who, despite your chemistry and her stellar good looks, didn’t deserve the title of “girlfriend” in the long run, you’d been taking the hit pretty hard.
You hated to admit the way your heart clenched every time you remembered the sight of her on top of some tattoo’d up, motorcycle lover of a man on the couch you two had bought together, but it hadn’t been the first time she’d broken your heart in such a manner.
Turns out, Harley had been a solid shoulder to cry on, having recently gotten out of her terrible relationship with the clown she’d spent so many years chasing after. As far as you could tell, she’d really taken it in stride, so it was no surprise she was the first one in your friend group you turned to to ask for a place to stay for a few weeks until you were back on your feet.
She’d mostly ignored you the first few times she heard you crying from her tiny guest bedroom, but the third time was enough to push her over the edge. That’s when she barged in and suggested the two of you go out and get absolutely hammered at the local bar. That’s exactlywhat you did.
Three drinks in, and you were crying into your elbow while your flashy friend went on and on about how your ex didn’t know who she’s messing with, and how you deserve more than someone who’s going to waste your time like that, so on and so forth.
By now you’d lost count of the number of drinks you’d accepted from the bartender, and by now you were no longer shedding tears of sorrow, and instead tears of laughter as Harley tried (and failed) to bribe the bartender for another round in exchange for a manicure. He looked thoroughlyunamused, and you apologetically fished out a few dollar bills to finish off the night at the bar with one more round for the two of you.
“I’m tellin’ ya, babe,” Harley slurred, scooping her shot glass off the table and clinking it against yours, “Bein’ single may just be the best thing that’s ever happened to ya! Ya getta chance to discover the real you, and ain’t that really the only thing that matters? Plus, come here on a good night,” she leaned dangerously far back on her barstool so she could gesture vaguely around at the other nearby patrons, “And you get a tonna free drinks. Everyone’s bein’ awful cheap here tonight.”
With a wink in your direction, she downed her shot. As you followed her lead, you heard her exhale loudly and stretch her arms above her head. “Well, that’s about all I got on me for tonight. Whaddya say we call it a night early and head back to my place? We can make popcorn and watch some cheesy movie to cheer ya up!”
“Yeah, Har, sounds great,” you replied, easing yourself off the stool and trying to steady yourself so you didn’t crash to the floor and cause a scene.
Harley looped an arm around your waist to keep you upright, snickering softly. “You’re gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow, toots… bucha know what? So’m I, so I guess we’ll do that togetha too.”
By some miracle, you both made it back to her apartment with little to no trouble, besides an occasional stumble and getting lost once when Harley drunkenly pulled you down the wrong street. Once you were both in the door, Harley all but collapsed on the couch in the middle of the room, groaning and shoving her face into one of the cushions. You followed suit quickly after, tipping your head back to catch your breath.
After a moment, you heard her familiar drawl from beside you. “I know I promised ya popcorn,” Harley said, “But I don’t think my legs are cooperatin’ anymore tonight.”
You laughed and ran a hand through your hair, moving it out of your face. “Mine either. Don’t worry.”
You heard a faint shuffling from beside you, and before you could respond, Harley was laying her head across your lap, blinking up at you with blue eyes and a drunken smile. “I mean it tomorrow though. S’ gonna be the best fuckin’ popcorn you eva had, too. And whateva movie ya want. What’s your favorite? Y’like movies, right?”
“Yeah, I like movies, Har,” you chuckled, affectionately patting her on the head.
“Me too,” she slurred, turning her face against your stomach, “I like ‘em too. We’ll watch some damn good movies,” with that, she lifted her arm and lifted her pinkie, “I swear it. Pinkie swear.”
You blinked and tried to move your arm to capture her pinkie with yours to seal the deal. You missed a few times, but as soon as you locked fingers, you could already hear her snoring.
Yeah.
Breakups are hard. Breakups suck. But not just anyone can boast they got to spend the night getting over their ex with Harleen Quinzel. Not everyone can boast they got to share a couch with her, either. Or that she promised them a day of movies and popcorn together, enjoying each other’s company.
That was something that distinctly belonged to you.
And goddammit, you felt a piece of your heart soften in favor of Harley Quinn that night.
