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spidernuggets · 3 months

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Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhjtjfiadhus my brain just said how Jason would react to his S/O kissing down his chest, but specifically kissing down his y incision. He might hate it. It might turn him on. My brain is going feral and I need it—

Somewhere in the middle of your relationship, where Jason was getting comfortable being more open with you, he allowed you to see and touch his scars. Obviously, it took him a long while for himself to accept that these scars are permanently on him, in contrast to you immediately accepting every inch of him the moment he revealed his bare skin to you.

It took a longer while for him to let you lightly graze your fingers along his scars. And when the two of you began to become sexually intimate with each other, he'd guide your hands as to where he's okay with you touching.

You really didn't mean to trigger him when you were straddling his lap with your hands resting along his jaw, initiating a long and slow make-out session with him, who was shirtless, on your couch. Then your hands went down to hold his neck, your lips following suit.

You were just too in the moment when your kisses quickly moved to where his large autopsy scar started.

That's when Jason jolted with a big flinch, his reflexes making his hands move from your waist to your shoulders, pushing you back, harder than he'd meant to.

He stutters a quiet string of apologies, lifting you off his lap and walking to your shared bedroom in a hurry. A pang of guilt slapped you in the face, immediately regretting to contain your neediness.

You wanted to follow him to apologise, but you knew he needed some time alone. So you stayed on the couch, continuously picturing the horrified look on his face. You wanted to cry, but it wasn't about you. It was about Jason. You knew his boundaries, and you crossed them.

A few hours in, you were still on a couch, now with a cup of lukewarm coffee in your hands, patiently waiting for Jason to come out so you can apologise.

So when you heard the creak of the door opening, your posture straightened and put the coffee onto the table in front of you.

You waited for Jason to say something as he sat beside you, now with a long sleeved shirt on.

"I'm sor-" You quickly cut off his apology.

"Don't you dare say that, Jay. It was my fault. I knew where you drew the line and- and I crossed that line. I didn't mean to- I really didn't, I just-"

It was Jason's turn to interrupt you as he gently took hold of your chin, locking your lips with yours.

"I forgive you," he mumbles through the tender kiss.

A month or two later, when you entered the front door after a long day of a morning shift at work, you heard a bang coming from the bedroom in which you quickly ran towards it, only thinking of the worst that could happen with Jason.

When you opened the door, a trashed room was revealed. Clothes dishevelled on the floor, the knick knacks from your windowsill were knocked over, and the full-length mirror was slightly cracked.

Standing in front of the mirror, Jason stood, only in his boxers, his face was red, his nose was runny, and his eyes were bloodshot. But what stood out the most were the red lines over his body, particularly over his scars, to what you assumed were harsh scratch lines, coming from his own fingertips.

You dropped all your things and took one step forward, testing to see if he's let you come into close contact with him, which he usually doesn't. This case, it might've been serious because he whimpers your name, failing an attempt of trying to reach out to you as his hands just fall limp to his sides.

You quickly rush over to him, holding his face in your hands, wiping away his thick, salty tears.

You can hear the barely audible whispers of self insults from him. "I'm hideous." "I'm a monster." "How could you love me?"

You shsuh him by gently pushing your lips to his dry ones. You then ask a "Can I?" In a hush whisper, referring if you can touch his scars.

In hesitancy, he nods a slow yes. You start off easy. With his hands. A long scar that went over his hand, just stopping at the wrist. You gave it a kiss. Followed by the scar next to it. You do the same with his other hand.

Slowly, you finish kissing the scars that cover his arms. You do the same to the ones scattered all over his body. His knees, his thighs, his calves, his spine, his lower back, his shoulders.

You saved the big and most obvious one for last. His autopsy scar. Before your lips came into contact, you started with your fingers. You traced the Y shaped burden, drawing a few imaginary hearts and stars here and there.

The only thing stopping Jason from proposing to yoh right now was the lack of a garnet ring. He absolutely adored you, thinking how an angel like you can even love, let alone touch someone like him.

He then broke down, more tears cascading his face when the first kiss landed on the right side of his chest. But this time, he didn't push you away. When you looked up to see if you could continue, he gave you a slight nod. You gave him a small smile and continued your journey down his torso.

For the first time in an incredibly long while, probably since he first got adopted and became Robin, he felt loved. He felt wanted. And that was all you.

You lifted yourself back up. Jason's tears had dried. You lean your forhead to his. You whisper to him how much you love him. How much he means to you. How much he deserves to be loved.

And from that moment, Jason let you love all of him. He let you look at him, and he let you touch him. And from that moment, little by little, Jason started to love himself too.

It was another while before yoh and Jason initiated more sexual advances. But when you did, it was back on the couch, back to you straddling his lap, back to him shirtless and back to a slow make-out session.

It was back to your lips trailing down his jaw and onto his chest. When your lips touched his autopsy scar, you could've sworn on your mother's grave that you heard a whine out of him.

You looked up and saw his head thrown back, as well as his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

Your suspicions were confirmed when he whimpered a "Please, baby. Please, give me more," in which you happily complied.

Your kissing travelled every inch of the large scar, including smaller ones scattered along his waist, meeting up to the messy, black happy trail that led to his waistband.

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muncherofcontent · 5 months

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theres so much 'jasons the theatre kid' and 'no but dicks the circus kid' and 'damian talks like an actual 70 year old' SHUT UP THEY ALL DRESS IN FURRY SUITS AND JUMP AROUND ON ROOF TOPS AR NIGHT?!?? THEYRE ALL FUCKIN DRAMATIC AND WEIRD OKAY

#dc is just whack #like god forbid they go to therapy and be normal people #nooo i gotta dress in a skin tight furry suit on the daily #also why do people think duke is the sane one??#he jumped off a bridgr ffs #dick grayson #barbara gordon #jason todd #tim drake #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #duke thomas #damian wayne

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cursedzucchini · 1 year

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Danny and Jason meeting each other for the first time like:

Danny, pointing at Jason: baby???????

Jason, who just walked into the kitchen for cookies: baby!!!!!!!

Danny: what the fuck is a baby doing here???????

Jason: who left the baby unattended?????? Where are his parents????????

Bruce: i adopted both of you wh-

Jason & Danny, screaming on top of their lungs: BABY!!!!!!!!!!

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Idk I'm just imagining Bruce adopting Danny, not telling anyone, bringing him home and Jason was just in the mansion. And their stupid dumb ghost brains go

Danny: not even filly formed baby in pain!!!!!! He's been suffering for so long.... Need to protect!!!!!!!

Jason: a fucking two years old baby!!!! (Wait what) very very young, very dumb, need to protect!!!!! (Who tf is this kid)

And when put together, they immidietly adopt each other. I feel like the scene that follows is Jason force feeding Danny a cookie, rambling Abt how thin he is and how he should eat more, and Danny fighting him while trying to give him ectoplasm so his core can fully form, cooing and telling Jason how he doesn't need to worry, Danny's here

#dc x dp #danny phantom #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #crossover #dc #dcxdp #dp x dc writing prompt #batman #jason todd #danny fenton #bruce wayne #meanwhile bruce in the background like: ........what abt us........#what abt everything weve been through :'(#this is basically danny and jason r smart by themselves #but put them together and they turn into mother hens w iq of a chicken #idk this just came to me while i was reading ff

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bluesfreakingart · 2 months

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SO ABOUT THAT POLL,HUH?

what a WILD RIDE AND SO TENSE TOO! Hopefully not too intense or serious for anyone involved!

AS AN ADDED BONUS, HERE'S A BONUS SURPRISE GIFT FOR EVERYONE WHO PARTICIPATED IN THAT THANG!

gotcha BITCH, HAPPY APRIL SECOND.

#batman #batman fanart #batman the animated series #dc #dc comics #jervis tetch #the mad hatter #Ra’s al Ghul #dc rogues #gotham rogues #this is the first time I've ever drawn ra's and I think this is a trend now of drawing mfers I've never drawn for a funny #also damn I do not do comics at all for a reason ffs #also ofc I half assed the bgs lmao

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poisonousquinzel · 2 months

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"harley quinn's never had a good design in the last deca-!" WRONG dropkicks you through a brick wall

#dw i do plan to make an actual entire post about her best looks cause i stg #none of these people have ever picked up something with harley in the past 20 years #i love her jester suit sm but fuck do some of these people make it hard cause theyre just so stupid #and wrong #cant be me tho<3333 #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #dc comics #''omg but her hair“ SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP #let her be goofy and have fun colored hair ffs 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪#sometimes the hair color you want isn't really gonna go with most of your outfits #but having colorful hair is fun!! so who cares!#she could dye all her hair crystal blue with orange highlights and damnit ill still support her #everyone understands the Post Breakup Messing With Your Hair phase but get so bent outta shape that she wants to keep her hair #how it is and how she decided to have it dyed after fully ending things with him.#genuinely #some of yall just haven't had the experience of dying your hair unnatural colors multiple times over the years.#cause yea sometimes your hair is just not gonna be a perfectly crafted match unless you like solely wear a single color #like if someone dyes their hair blue are they just not allowed to wear stuff that doesnt directly go with the hair color? cause thats stupid

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halfa-dumbass · 1 year

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Hello yes hi um quick question

WHEN WERE YALL GONNA TELL ME THAT THE FANDOM DEPOWERS DANNY AND YET HE IS STILL OVERPOWERED AS FUCK?!??

I have just finished reading his wiki page (don't judge me I needed a refresher for if I'm going to write anything ever even if I don't share it with anyone) and what the absolute fuck.

The fan base tends to give him ice, invisibility, intangible, flight, maybe eldritch shape shifting or some shit like that, his ghostly wail, vacuum resistance and maybe possibly the ability to command ghosts (if Ghost King ofc) but that isn't even close to all that fucker can do (maybe very rarely yall will touch on his software fusion).

HE HAS A VERY VERY LONG LIST OF POWERS INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO ELECTROKINESIS, PYROKINESIS, POSSIBLE TELEPORTATION (THAT ONE IS DEBATED ON), ECTO-CONSTRUCTS AND A MILLION OTHER THINGS! HE CAN EVEN USE PHOTOKINESIS FFS?! HE EVEN HAS AN ABILITY CALLED THE VOID WHICH BASICALLY ALLOWS HIM TO FILL A ROOM IN TRUE DARKNESS THAT ONLY HE CAN SEE IN?!??!!

Basically why did nobody tell me just how OP my son Danny is? Specifically in the dc crossovers since that's mainly what I read lately. Imagine him interacting with Duke when he can use photokinesis or imagine he rarely uses his fire powers so no body expects it when he just... melts all of Freezes ice in an instant. I'm just saying someone (who can write better then I ofc) has gotta make an extremely OP Danny/DC story Saiki K style ya know (preferably without the incest brother thing going on ya know).

(If they exist please give me suggestions I'll forever be grateful)

#dp x dc #danny phantom #my boy be overpowered beyond my wildest dreams #logically i knew this #he defeated Mr Ghost King after all #but ffs what the fuck Danny??!

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oneshots-heaven · 5 months

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THE MOTEL ROOM.

From the beginning, Dick Grayson and you were trained and put up as the perfect rivals. Two individuals with different perspectives and motivations who yet want the same out of life.

Meeting each other over and over again, it is the same situation: one wins, the other loses — but it all ends in the same motel room.

A three-part series set Pre-Titans in Gotham City, which will contain mature content and is not suitable under the age of 18.

PART ONE: "The Begin" PART TWO: "The Middle" PART THREE: "The End"

Coming soon.

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thebestestbat · 1 year

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there is something about the way that dick approaches damian in Batman and Robin (2009) and the way bruce approaches damian in Batman and Robin (2011). where it's very similar: both are not exactly prepared for this, are frustrated with damian, doubt their own abilities to be what he needs but feel responsible anyway.

but it's different...in 2009, the responsibility is on dick to change, to gain damian's respect--which is how it should be, because dick is the adult and damian is the child (10 years old. that's a fourth grader) who is in his care. vs in 2011, the responsibility is more so on damian (the fourth grader) to change, to gain bruce's respect.

Batman and Robin (2009) #2

Dick: Who's gonna save him if we don't?

Batman and Robin (2011) #2

Bruce: I'm afraid of what Damian could become without me around.

and

Batman and Robin (2009) #1

Damian: You can have my respect if you earn it, that's all I'm saying. You're not my father.

Batman and Robin (2011) #4

Bruce: If you don't respect me, you won't ever respect yourself.

Damian: Do you respect me?

Bruce: If I can't trust you, I can't respect you.

screaming and dying and screaming forever

#two more notes. 1. i think this makes sense with bruce's parenting style. this is in character to the extreme #and its not his worst parenting and it's pretty realistic. However makes me insane when ppl talk about his good 2011 parenting ff #2. it also makes sense with damian's ultimate storyline being the racist 'wayne good vs al ghul bad' thing. ugh #makes sense ie i understand why its written that way and it sucks shit. fuck dc #damian al ghul #dick and damian #anti bruce wayne

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edi-storm · 8 months

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Grinding my ass off to finish the supersons week day 2 illustration because I changed the background mid drawing so here’s toy nightwing

#y’all I’m dying I’m also sick so that doesn’t help rip #it’s like 2 am ffs #damian wayne #supersons #dc fanart #jon kent #superboy #dc #jondami #damijon #super lords #superlords #nightwing

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velvainee · 2 months

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✦ ⎯⎯ ㅤִㅤ ୭ 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 ( john constantine x reader )

ᨳ ꒰ précis ꒱. You’re powerful witch who finds herself locked away in a secret facility, your powers restrained. John Constantine is tasked with watching over you, but your interactions quickly escalate into a dangerous game of desire and manipulation. 1.6k words

୨ৎ warnings. gagging, blowjob, dark themes, language, manipulation, beat taming, bratty reader, hate to love.

𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, thanks for everyone likes/reblogs/comments on my last fic ! glad to know im doing okay for my first blog, hope you enjoy this oneee 🤍

IN THE DARK CONFINES OF YOUR PRISON, the air hung heavy with tension as Constantine sauntered in, his gaze cold and calculating. You glared at him, your defiance simmering beneath the surface as he lit his cigarette with practiced ease.

“So, still causing trouble, are we?” he sneered, the smoke curling around his lips like a serpent ready to strike.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you leaned back against the cold metal of your cage.

You knew the figure, the both of you shared history. Was it something positive? No. Unforgettable? Yes, sadly.

“You’re not one to talk, Constantine. What brings you down to my little corner of hell?”

A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes as he took a step closer, the scent of smoke and whiskey mingling with the heady aroma of magic that permeated the air.

“I’m here to make sure you behave yourself, love. Can’t have you running amok and causing chaos now, can we?”

You bristled at his condescending tone, your hands curling into fists as you fought the urge to lash out.

“Who appointed you my bloody babysitter? Last time I checked, I don’t answer to anyone.”

Constantine chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

“Oh, you’ll answer to me, sweetheart. Whether you like it or not.”

He stepped towards a chair and straddled it, his gaze never leaving yours as he exhaled a cloud of smoke.

“Now, let’s get one thing straight. I’m in charge here, and you will do as I say. Understand?”

You bristled at his arrogance, but something in his tone sent a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins.

“I swear to god when I’m out of this cage you won’t be smiling anymore,” You hissed. “So no, I won’t be doing as you say,”

A wicked grin spread across Constantine’s lips as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin.

“Trust me, love, you won’t like the consequences.”

You swallowed hard, the air crackling with tension as you met his gaze head-on.

“Try me, Constantine. I dare you.”

In the tense silence that followed, the air hung heavy with anticipation, each breath a struggle against the suffocating weight of desire and defiance.

Constantine’s eyes bore into yours, a challenge laid bare in their steely depths as he savored the delicious tension that crackled between you.

But you refused to back down, your resolve like iron as you held his gaze, daring him to make the first move.

And oh, how he relished in the challenge, the thrill of the hunt coursing through his veins like a drug.

With a low growl, he closed the distance between you, his presence looming over you like a dark shadow.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, love,” he warned, his voice a low, seductive purr that sent shivers down your spine.

“I can’t believe they had to put you in a secluded prison like this,” he mocked, a slight smile in the corner of his lips as he leaned away, lighting up a cigar.

“You’re still a little baby—sure you’re like, 380 years old or something, but ain’t that barely an adult for a witch?” He’d snark.

"Oh, spare me the sanctimonious crap, Constantine," you retorted, rolling your eyes with exaggerated disdain.

"You act like you're some kind of hero, but we both know you're just a washed-up has-been with a superiority complex. And for the record, I may be centuries old, but I've got more power in my pinky finger than you'll ever have in your entire miserable existence. So don't you dare patronize me with your petty insults and pathetic attempts at wit,”

Constantine chuckled softly, not amused by how bratty and defiant you were from a few simple jokes he had spoke. He sat there, shaking his head.

“Now, either help me bust out of this hellhole or get the hell out of my sight. Your choice, 'babysitter.'" You’d add.

Constantine's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he took a long drag from his cigar, the smoke swirling lazily around him like a cloak of shadows.

"Touchy, aren't we?" he chuckled, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other with casual arrogance.

"But hey, if you're so eager to prove yourself, by all means, sweetheart," he continued, his voice laced with mockery as he gestured towards the reinforced walls of your prison cell.

"Want me to help you break free from those chains and wreak havoc like the big bad witch you think you are?”

He sighed, pondering his decision.

"But just remember, love," he added, his tone turning serious for a moment as he fixed you with a piercing gaze.

"I’d need something in return."

And with that, he leaned back in his chair, the smirk never leaving his lips as he awaited your next move, knowing full well that this game was far from over.

He unlocked the bars of the cell, closing it behind him as he shuffled the keys to undo your handcuffs, the metal now clanking in the ground as your wrists feel free once more.

Constantine clicked his tongue, gently pressing his hand against your shoulder before you started to stand up.

“You owe me,” He reminded you, your eyes flickering up to meet his brown eyed gaze.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at Constantine’s demand, wondering if he was serious about this whole debt thing.

“Seriously? Whatever, do you want me to be your sex slave or something?” you quipped, a hint of sarcasm lacing your words as a small chuckle escaped your lips.

Constantine remained silent, his gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. One corner of his lips lifted into a light smirk, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Narrowing your eyebrows, you suddenly realized that your flippant remark might have hit closer to the mark than you intended.

“It’s nothing big,” Constantine purred, his voice low and seductive. “There’s this motel we can stop by—I just want to see if that bratty mouth can do more than just argue.”

The car ride to the motel was shrouded in darkness, the only illumination coming from the dim glow of the dashboard lights and the occasional flicker of street lamps as they passed by.

The night air was heavy with anticipation, the tension between you and Constantine palpable as you made your way through the deserted streets.

The dingy motel loomed ahead, its neon sign flickering ominously in the darkness. As Constantine pulled into the parking lot, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease wash over you.

With a click of the door, Constantine stepped out of the car, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Come on, love,” he muttered, his voice low and commanding. “Lets put you to good use,”

Heart pounding in your chest, you followed him into the motel room, the air thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and cheap cologne.

The room was small and cramped, the bed unmade and the curtains drawn tightly shut against the outside world.

Without a word, Constantine closed the door behind you, his eyes burning with a hunger that sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through your veins.

“On your knees,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire as he gestured towards the bed.

Trembling with anticipation, you sank to your knees before him, your pulse racing as you met his gaze head-on.

“I fucking hate you,” you whispered, your voice barely a breath as you reached for the zipper of his pants.

With a low growl, Constantine pushed you back onto the bed, his hands gripping your hair as he guided your head towards his throbbing length.

Your tongue slid against the tip, tasting the salty precum that leaked out of the nub.

“That’s it, love,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire as you took him into your mouth, eager to please him in every way possible.

As you surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm of his movements, you couldn’t help but moan around him, the sound sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through his veins.

“That’s right,” he growled, his grip tightening on your hair as he drove himself deeper into your mouth.

As he moved back and forth, his cock continued to hit the back of your throat, each thrust pushing you to the brink of gagging.

With each response, you only whimpered, your eyes locking onto his with a mix of submission and desire. They glowed a bright red, a telltale sign of a flustered witch overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

“Oh, do you like this?” he mocked, his smirk widening as he increased the pace, his cock sliding between your small, plump lips.

“And here I thought you hated me,” he’d add. A strand of your dress slipped off your shoulder, exposing more of your skin to his hungry gaze.

“I bet this witch would like more than one hole filled,” he laughed, the sound mingling with your muffled moans as he drove himself deeper into your mouth.

His words sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine, your body trembling with desire for more.

“I’m close, baby—stay like that for me,” he huffed, his movements becoming more urgent as he neared the edge of ecstasy.

The sight of you, on your knees before him, your mouth stretched around his twitching cock, was enough to push him over the edge.

And as he reached the peak of pleasure, spilling himself into your eager mouth, you couldn’t help but revel in the intoxicating sensation of him filling you completely.

He leaned back, watching as his hot seed filled your entire mouth, an amused smirk now on his lips.

“You know, you’re really pretty like this.”

♡ 𝑡𝚑𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑

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spidernuggets · 5 months

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stole this thought from my friend 🫶

Jason loves taking showers with you. And not only for the times when he takes the opportunity to bend you over as you lean against the wall.

But he loves the bare skin to skin contact. He loves to remember what you feel like, and he likes to remember your touch. He likes the way you trace his scars that he believes tainted his body while you smeared body wash all over him. You always scolded him that the 3 in 1 shampoo, conditioner, and body wash weren't as effective as advertised.

But you don't see his body as tarnished or ruined. His scars became a part of him. Just another feature that you love. He liked the way his back was turned. The suds quickly slid down the waves of his muscles. The way your index finger traced along the large, healed gash along his shoulder that stopped at where his spine was located.

He shuddered, and his heart raced when you placed a kiss on it. Like you did with every other scar.

This was your ritual.

You'd wait for him to come home to you, and when he did, he'd stench of gunpowder and iron. So you'd strip away his suit, he can finally breathe, his adrenaline dying down, and you drag him along into the shower.

In some nights where he had some extra energy, the late night showers would end with the water being lukewarm and mixed with both of your milky slicks.

But during most nights like these, he absorbs your soft affection, letting your hands roam and explore his body, loosening up the knots in his upper back, massaging his shoulders.

And when he turns back around to face you, his body towering over you as he blocks the water's path down to you, his arm reaches for your sides, hands following down the shape of your figure. His fingers smooth over the water that makes your skin glisten under the artificial light, calloused palms against your smooth hips, gently squeezing them, pulling you closer.

He rests his chapped lips against your forhead, whispering, 'I love you's as you say it back, the sounds of splashing water muffling your confessions.

You always loved showering with Jason right when he gets home. And it isn't only because you get to see him naked under 5 minutes after he comes through your fire escape. But also because you discover new features around him, sometimes in areas where you wouldn't particularly see when he's fully clothes.

There would be a new wound that you wrapped in waterproof bandages before stepping into the shower. But you'd make a mental note to give the new permanently damaged skin as much love, care and devotion as the rest of Jason's body.

You loved showering with Jason because it was an opportunity for you to appreciate him, his body, and the flaws that come with it. It was an opportunity for you to show your endless love for Jason because you know that he needs the constant reminder that someone truly loves him. And to prove the horrible voices that gnaw the back of his head, telling him that he's not good enough that they're wrong.

Because Jason is more than enough. Because you love him as much as he loves you.

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betterthanbatman1 · 2 months

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Ive been so fucking busy for I don’t even know how long but damn I miss the batfamily and my boyyy

#jason todd #batfamily #batman #batfam #dc #Life is keeping me hostage right now ffs #ALSO OMG RED HOOD THE HILL GETTING MORE ISSUES???#AND SOME KIND OF TIE IN TO GOTHAM WAR??#I THOUGHT WE WERE DONE WITH GOTHAM WAR #I really want to see what my boy’s been up to #Red rambles

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detroitbecomeonline · 1 year

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I know I have said it before and I'll say it again: The writers/director did North so dirty when we first meet her. Evading her eyes like a shy schoolgirl. No weapon on her person, not even a metal poll if not an AK-47. A human-lookin' ass falls through the roof and she doesn't kick his ass?? Give this woman a BUTTER KNIFE I don't care. She deserved better. She deserved to have a rocket launcher on her shoulder or something idk <3

#it would have immediately laid out her actual personality instead #of the shy woman love interest trope #i guess you could argue that it shows her opening up to the outside world over time in order to change it #but let's be honest DC was not thinking that #he went for 'bitter shy uwu fall in love when she opens up' and we know it #she should have had a shovel to foreshadow mistakes in capitol park or something #or at the minimum held eye contact like the rest of the gang ffs #i'm open to opinions #dbh #detroit become human #north dbh #mydbhbrain

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gecemi09 · 7 months

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Sooo unfair how dick is still having comics where he gets to be robin meanwhile all jason has is flashbacks where hes an 8 yo serial killer

#WRITE. A. JASON. ROBIN. RUN #PROPERLY #dc i am on my knees begging for a jason robin run pls #why does dick still have robin stuff #he was robin for 40 years ffs #also rip stephanies robin #did they retcon it or #jason todd #robin

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crystalclearmist · 2 years

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the other Fenton

I realized that in the Phandom it is usually Danny who get`s in trouble constantly, but have we all collectively forgotten how much trouble Jazz caused when she first started out with ghost hunting ?

I`d really like a fic where the siblings end up in Gotham, Jazz as a therapist (maybe even in Arkham if you want to escalate her situation quickly) and Danny goes to Gotham Uni to study astronomy. And for once in his life Danny’s only worries are homework and study groups and fitting social life and a proper sleep scedule into one day. Also he should call Jazz every one in a while so she wont freak about him searching for trouble somehow (as if it wasn’t trouble always finding him instead). The very few ghost related incidents in Gotham don’t even take enough time out of his week to be annoying and Amity Park is covered by Valerie, who takes online courses at home. Danny can actually drink coffee or energy drinks for the taste now, instead of chugging them in a row for his daily coffein fix - wild.

Meanwhile, Jazz can’t walk 2 feet without stumbling over a drug ring discussing how they can’t sell their product anymore, (because Scarecrow’s people periodically punches the Drugs with feertoxin and taking any dose of any drug currently on the market is like playing russion roulette) and end up helping them by analyzing behavious patterns or something. She talkes down armed domestic disputes, helps a crying women at the street corner get away from her loverboy boyfriend and hide her away while she gets her a well paying job at the iceburg lounge and an apartment near by, and socks a would be robber right in the face. In a matter of weeks, Jazz accumulates actual street cred, while simultamiously being completely oblivious about her crazy situation.

The only thing she noticed is that her patients have finally started to open up to her instead of stubbornly staying silent (no rich, priviliged kid from out of Gotham could possibly understand them) and that sometimes she gets followed by one of the local vigilantees, “as if they think she couldnt take care of herself!” (They know you can take care of yourself Jazz, that is exactly the reason you get trailed)

The fic should focus on Jazz’s crazy life and how she doesn’t notice in how much danger she is constantly. She just worries about Danny and wonders if he gets into trouble. For comedic effect, there should be scenes in the fic of Danny lazying around and/or enjoying coffee.

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