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simpforfandoms · 10 months

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you’re loosing me

wrote this on my phone the day you’re loosing me

pairing: dick grayson x fem!reader (I don’t think any pronouns are used tho)

summary: the end of a relationship is never fun

warnings: probs bad might delete later

“I don’t know, I just don’t see myself marrying you” dick states

You snort, “but you saw yourself marrying Barbara and Kory?”

You smile while saying it, trying to play it off as a lighthearted conversation, like you didn’t hear your heart break, like he practically wasn’t saying that you weren’t good enough to marry.

He shrugs, “yeah but that’s different they’re like heroes”

and they’re prettier than you? Smarter? Braver? Stronger? He loved them more than you? It wasn’t like he was meaning to judge you but it felt like it. It felt like he was judging you for not being as good as them.

You scrunch your lips in distaste, “hmmm not really but ok.”

He laughs in disbelief, noticing the slight venom to your words, “you seriously can’t be mad at me for saying I wouldn’t marry you, you’re the one who asked me!”

You’re jaw clenches at his words, first it was I don’t see myself marrying you, now it was I wouldn’t marry you, you shut your jaw and try to compose yourself.

He notices your response, or lack thereof, and states something before you even get the chance to speak, “it’s not like you would marry me!”

Your face turns into one of disgust and confusion, “Dick I would marry you in a heartbeat.” You state.

For a moment he just stares at you, knowing he can’t say the same to you. You shrug and turn your head back to the tv and watch some random sitcom on ABC family, ignoring the burning sensation in your stomach all the way up to your heart. He inches closer to you and wraps an arm around you.

“You know I love you, right?”

“Right.” is what your mouth says but the achy sensation in your heart is telling a different story.

•

A month later and thing start quickly going downhill, more arguing, more resentment, less love.

“I don’t understand.” Dick says

“I know you don’t.” You reply

“Then help me understand!”

“I can’t! Alright?”

“I’m sick of your fucking mind games!”

“My mind games?!?”

“Yes! You say you I judge you! I don’t”

“Yes you do like non stop as you’re off saving lives!”

“I’ve told you like a thousand times I don’t judge what you do!”

“Uh no no yes you do judge me. Like last month remember? You said you wouldn’t marry because I’m not a hero!”

“What?” He sighs, “okay, if I did say that I was probably just agreeing with you.”

“Well you did. You did say it. And I just can’t unhear the judgement in your voice.”

“Oh my god! Give me fucking break.” He shouts, “you don’t feel judged by me, you don’t and you know you don’t. You have judgement on yourself and you’re making this about me.” He pauses to look at you, “I have been nothing but supportive of you. You say you want to be attorney I say “that’s great, I love you.” but then you don’t believe me, so then you say you want to volenteer at an library for underprivileged youth, and I say “that’s great, I love you.” And then you’re mad at me for supporting that, it’s like I can’t fucking win with you!”

“Cause you never should have let me do the library, Dick!” You sigh, “like you know me better than anybody and you let me quit a job that I love to go teach children to fucking read! You should’ve stopped me!”

“You kept saying that that was what you wanted and it’s not my fucking job to make you be honest with me!”

“Yeah you’re right, I don’t know what came over me I’m sorry.” You say in defeat just wanted the argument to end

“No your not because you still think I’m in the wrong. I’m not. You make everything constantly about you. You don’t care about at all about Nightwing except how it relates to you, how it makes you feel. And it’s exhausting. Like what about me? I want somebody to show up for me and to support me. Not just someone who’s always thinking about themselves. And if you do have a problem you need to fucking talk to me.” He pauses for emphasis, “but instead you spin and spin and you quit your job and you hide things from me, like we’re in a relationship, we’re supposed to be partners”

“Dick what the fuck do you want me to do? I patch you up after patrol, I stay up for you because I know you don’t want to go to sleep alone, I follow your rules because I know it’s for my safety. What more do you want?”

“I want you to see that what I do is for greater good!”

“Yes I do, you make that perfectly clear! And I’m sure if it were between me and the fucking greater good you would choose the greater good! Because I’m no fucking Starfire or fucking Batgirl, I’m just me and apparently that’s not enough for you!”

“Oh my god this again! How many times do I have to tell you that I love you for you?!?”

“I never said you didn’t, you just don’t love me as much as you love them! You’ve made that as clear as a window.”

“Is this about the marriage thing because if it is then fine let’s go get married.”

“You don’t understand.”

“Then help me understand because you’re acting fucking crazy!”

“I don’t want you to marry me out of spite! I want you to marry me because you want to! And that isn’t the fucking problem!”

“Then what is?”

“I can’t be what you want!”

“I have never said that!”

“You don’t have to I can fucking feel it!”

Dick sighs, “fine if you can’t see that I love you for who you are then maybe this isn’t going to work out.”

“Yeah maybe.” You sigh, “I’m going to sleep in the guest room tonight.”

“I’m going out.” He says as he walks out the door and slams it.

When the door shuts you mutter a ‘fuck you to’ to particularly no one. Then you rush to the bathroom for a nice clearing your mind shower. What the fuck was happening. What the actual fuck. Was this the end of a five year relationship. Just like that five year relationship down the drain. Well not just like that, it’s been a long time coming. Recently you’ve started to notice that the relationship was slowly and painfully becoming more of a burden then a joy. You cut your hair, he didn’t notice. You hardly ever saw him anymore because of his work, and when you did it was just arguing. You would call him and it would go to voicemail and you would listen to it because you haven’t heard his voice in a while. And you thought that maybe a job that helps people more would bring you closer to him, but it didn’t. If anything it made things worse, you resented him as if he made you get the job. And you resented for not seeing that you resented him. You didn’t want to resent him because that was the first sign of a end of a relationship. And it feels so fucking horrible to resent the person you love for no reason. He didn’t make you quit your job, you made yourself. He was right it’s not his job to make you be honest with him. None of this was his fault. And you know he feels the same way. You saw the sparkle in his eyes leave. You felt him seeing you as a chore to check off his to-do list. You see him see you as to needy. So you saw the end coming. You just didn’t know it would be so painful. You guess it’s true what people say, “sometimes people just grow apart”.

As the cold water hits your skin, you’re brought out of your thoughts. The hot having turning cold reminded you just how long you have been in the shower. But instead of getting out, you let the water stream down your face, disguising your tears.

…

After a long hard talk about what you both want, you decided it was time to go.

“so I guess this is goodbye?” you say with a bitter sweet smile

“Yeah I guess.” He says with that same bittersweet smile.

“I’ve regretted endless things but I don’t think I’ll ever regret you. You taught me how to love and for that I’m forever grateful.” You state walking over to him to embrace him in hug

Dick welcomes the hug and mumbles “I hate how you’re so poetic even in a time of despair.”

“Oh please you love that about me!” You pull back appalled

“Yeah I guess” he sighs

“I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you to”

“Goodbye.” You say as you let go of his hands

“Goodbye.” As he says it you have to hold back from saying ‘I love you’ because now he wasn’t yours.

You turn to leave and are you about to open the door but pause. There’s so many unsaid words. Unfinished dreams. Unfulfilled accomplishments. But maybe they were better off left that way. You then open the door and leave behind a whirlwind of memories but also find new ones. You do not know what will come from Dick’s part in your life but you know it led you closer to you’re happy ending. While you still love him, you realized you’re just not what each other need anymore and that’s okay.

#dick grayson #batman #angst #fluff #dick grayson x reader #dc comics #dick grayson x you #dick grayson angst #dick grayson x female!reader

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simpforfandoms · 1 year

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to be loved

please send in requests, it’s like the only way I have actual motivation to write. wrote this in an hour after writing a six page essay. sorry I haven’t been active

summary: you want to be lost in him, but not in this way.

pairing: bruce wayne x reader (no pronouns used (at least I don’t think))

genre: angst no comfort because in real life that doesn’t happen.

warnings: no editing

word count: 1.6k

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“You’re being so much like your father”

“My father was a good man.”

“Oh please, your father was a corrupt business man!”

The conversation is now a full blown argument. It wasn’t about getting your point across. It wasn’t about trying to state your mind. No it was a competition. Who could respond quicker? Who could hurt the other person more? Who would win? No more educated statements, only rash insults.

“Don’t you dare talk about my father that way!” He yells walking toward you, as to challenge you.

You shake your head at his tactics, “Everyone told me you got the worst qualities from your father. The self absorbness, the playboy facade, and the way you can never see when to give up. That you would never make a good husband” You scoff in disbelief. “And I defended you! Never noticing your red flags because you hid them so well!” You cry out

“Oh you want to present yourself as a victim to make yourself feel better? You and I both know you chose this life” He screams at you.

In every argument you have ever had, never once had he screamed at you. In all the rage and frustration, your beloved and devoted husband had never ever been as mad at you as he was now. His eyes were hardened and no matter how deep you looked into them you could find not a once of love. The very realization of this made you sick to your stomach, and you instantly feel tears well. Whether they were from shock, frustration, or sadness, you didn’t know. In truth, you knew you had no right to be upset at his words. You’re the one who started the argument. But some selfish part of you did want to play the victim. Deep down you knew there was truth to his words, not that you’d ever admit it.

“You wanted it until you didn’t.” He states much calmer than before. You assume this is probably because he noticed your tears or maybe it was because he just wanted to stop the yelling.

You shake your head rapidly, as if to stop the tears, “What choice did I have? I wanted you! Not the Batman. And when you told me that you couldn’t- No that you wouldn’t give up the mask, I understood, I really did. And when things started getting tough I was there for you because I love you. And to love you means to love every part of you including Batman. But now it seems you’re consumed by it, him. The man I fell in love with is no longer there. It’s just a shell of a man that once was. I don’t recognize you anymore. I look at you and all I see him”

You look him in the eyes to see anything, anything at all, but you see nothing but a mask. A mask he was putting on. You sigh. Maybe this is the end of it all. You didn’t want it to be. You love him. Hell, you had given your whole life to him. You didn’t go out and explore the world, unlike Bruce who left you for a 7 year journey. But you never once dated anyone else during that time. Remaining faithful. Because you loved him and couldn’t betray him like that even if you were on a break. When he said he had to leave to do something important, you promised him that you would be there when he came back with open arms. You’d know him since you were children, dated since you were teenagers, married since you were adults. Never once have you dared to look at another man. Bruce was the only man for you. You were sure of it. But sometimes you wondered what life would be like if you hadn’t waited for him all those years ago. You often get postcards from your old friends exploring the world. Each and everyone you read with a pinge of envy. Envious that they got to live their life while you’re here in Gotham, still with your Highschool sweet heart. Maybe that’s why you never went to any of the stupid highschool reunions. You knew they would judge you for being in the same spot and relationship you were in all those years ago. They would ask you what have you done? And you wouldn’t know how to respond. Truth is you’ve done nothing with your life but Bruce. He was your whole life. Your whole goddamn universe. But somewhere alone the line you got tired of it. Tired of it all. You felt stuck. And that’s the worse feeling in the whole world. A third wheel in your own relationship. You can’t just leave him because throughout the years it became a kind of codependency. He couldn’t function without you, and you without him. But you can’t do it anymore. It deteriorating you. Can’t he see your sunken eyes from staying up all night waiting for him? Your callused hands from stitching his wounds? Your biten lips from biting them every-time he goes out in fear he might not return? You love him with all your heart but sometimes love just isn’t enough.

He lets out a long breath and closes his eyes. He loves you. He knows that. He knows you better than anyone, but yet he doesn’t know what you want him to do. Perhaps he should do what he wants to do. But what he wants to do is run out and go punch some unsuspecting criminals to blow off steam. What good would that do if when he gets back you might not be there? However this is Bruce Wayne we’re talking about. The Bruce Wayne that is afraid. Afraid that even if he does try to talk it out you’ll admit something that will be harder to swallow than you just leaving unannounced. He wouldn’t know how’d he handle it if you ever blatantly told him you were leaving and why. He can stand you leaving without closure because then at least he can still have hope. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he had to accept the truth. That it’s his fault that you’re leaving. So he did what he does best. Leave to go punch some bad guys.

You scoff through tears in disbelief, he had turned away from you to go on patrol. Typical Bruce. You wanted him to fight. To argue. To reassure you that everything was going to be alright. That he still loved you. That he cared. But he doesn’t. Instead he gets into the Batmobile and drives off. You don’t know why you expected more from him. You had almost yelled after him. But you didn’t. Now no amount of words can fix what’s already broken. It’s time you let go of this broken ship before it takes you down with it.

…

When Bruce gets back he’s not surprised that all of your stuff is gone. He anticipated it. But yet it still hurts. A part of him had hoped that you would be waiting when he got home. Opened armed and ready for his apology, like you had done so many times before. This time was different though. You had pulled your heart and soul out to him and he ignored you. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back. You finally came to your senses that you deserved better. Bruce let’s out a weak smile at the thought of you finally being happy in all the way he couldn’t make you. Your crinkled eyes as you smiled. Your laugh that you thought was the ugliest thing, but the most beautiful thing to him. You deserved to be like that all the time. You deserve it all, he thinks. He is taken back to the harsh reality of the situation by a soft knock. He can’t help the way his heart leaps at the thought that it might be you. But then he opens the door and sees Alfred. His hope instantly fading.

“Master Bruce, I brought you some sleeping tea. As I imagine that it might be hard for you to sleep.” That’s all Alfred says, and places the the tea tray on the bedside table.

Nothing more nothing less. That’s what everyone loves about Alfred. He knows not to bring up you gone because he knows Bruce isn’t ready to talk about it. But he’ll bring him tea to silently let him know that he’s knows and he’s there. Bruce wonders if he had done the same for you. Well comforted you as you were leaving. Reassured you that you’d be okay. He’s glad that Alfred brought him some tea so he can go to sleep where his dreams with you reside. Bruce can’t help but feel the ache in the top of his stomach at the thought of you. Guilt? Sadness? Anger? Perhaps all three. He’s mad at himself for not fighting for you when he had the chance. Guilt for not giving up the stupid Batman. He knew you would do it for him. Had he said the word you would do anything for him. If he had told you to stay you would’ve. Guilt for keeping you in a this relationship for so long when you deserved so much better. His subconscious knew that he couldn’t keep you trapped in a relationship with him forever. So he let you go. He loves you, and you him. But like they always say if you love something you have to let it go. But letting you go it is better than losing the love completely if he continued to drain you. It would grow to become a even more resentful marriage than it already was. At least now there was still love left, and cherished memories not ruined by hate and anguish.

#batman #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #Bruce wayne x reader angst #angst #no comfort #marrige #bruce wayne one shot #Bruce Wayne x reader one shot #Bruce wayne x you #Batman x reader #dc comics #dc comics imagine #Spotify

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simpforfandoms · 1 year

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clark's wife like giving birth and he's trying his hardest to support her and shes just like stfu but in a nice way

yes yes yes! I'm totally binge watching shameless so this is kinda like when v gives birth. Got a bit carried away, but this is still a drabble

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"You're doing amazing honey!" Clark says beside you holding your hand.

"How would you know?" You snap

"Because you're making all the right sounds. Remember that birthing video with the girl making all the buffalo noises? You're making those noises."

You roll your eyes as you let out a groan.

"Would you like to stand around here with us?" The doctors ask Clark.

"No I'm good" He quickly replies.

You almost get offended, "You don't want to watch?" you ask

"Oh, honey, I was over there earlier and it's real gory, lllike a horror movie, I'd rather stay with you." He says as he gives you a kiss on the forehead.

You groan once more.

"You know-" he starts

"Yeah?"

"Bruce says that in some cultures men aren't even allowed near the birth, just a bunch of women in tents, which makes sense, because I would be so much more useful if I was out hunting moose or something…" He rants.

"Clark?" You ask on the verge of punching him.

He hums.

"Please shut the fuck up."

"Oh yeah okay."

Clark is cradling the beautiful baby boy as you sit and watch from the hostipal bed.

“I’m gonna call you super baby” Clark tells him, the baby giggles in his dads arms, Clark look towards you, “he likes it”

“Please do not call our son super baby”

“Awww why not it’s cute.” He whines

“That be like you calling me super wife.”

“Well you are a super wife.” He shrugs

You roll your eyes as Kara and Martha walk in and steal the baby from Clark.

“Oh he’s just adorable. Have you decided on a name” Kara coos

“Super baby.” Clark states

“No it’s Jon, you dork.” You call out

“Hey don’t call me a dork!”

“Whatever, dork.”

“How is it that you two have been together for almost 10 years yet you still act like children.” Martha laughs

“Oh come on Ma, you and Pa were just like this.” Clark says as he steals the baby back and hands him to you.

Martha just laughs. Young love.

“Hey, I think we should tell Barry we named him after him” you whisper into his ear

He laughs, “whatever you want sweetheart.”

You and Clark take Jon to the next JL meeting. Barry’s the first one that comes up to you.

“Oh. My. God. He is so adorable!!!! Whats his name?”

“Barry.” You say confidently.

Barry’s face lights up, “you named him after me?!?!?”

“No his name is Jon. But I promise the next one we’ll name after you” Clark says.

“For realz?”

“For realz”

You laugh as Barry walks away, “you’re out of your mind if you think I’m gonna have another one” you whisper to him

He shrugs, “we’ll see about that” He leans down to give you a kiss.

5 years later and your back in the hospital giving birth.

“Get this thing out of me!!” You scream

“Honey it’s gonna be okay” Clark says holding your hand

“Curse you! And curse your stupid sperm!” You yell at him

“Uncle Bruce what’s sperm?” Jon looks up at Bruce from outside the room.

“Ummmm when a mommy and daddy love eachother very much-“

“Don’t you dare give my son the sex talk Bruce!” Clark yells from the delivery room

You scream again

“Is mommy gonna be okay?” He asks

Bruce shrugs, “probably, maybe. She has a 17.4 to 100,000 chance of dying.”

“Dying? She’s gonna die?!?” Jon screams.

“Uhhhh”

“One last push, you’re almost there” the doctor says.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you for doing this to me.” You scream at Clark as you push

Crying erupts the room. It’s finally over. 15 hours of excruciating pain.

“Congratulations it’s a healthy baby girl.”

They weigh her, Clark cuts her cord, you hold her for a bit then they take her away to clean her.

“You still wanna kill me?”

“We’ll see.” You say as he leans down to kiss you.

As he pulls away he says, “We have to name her Bartholomew now.”

“No.”

“C’mon shes just like him.”

“No if she was this would be a fast labor, she’s just like me.”

“You’re right she is stubborn” he jokes

“that’s why we’re going to name her Y/n jr.” You state as a matter of fact.

“We can name her that but we couldn’t name Jon super baby?”

You shrug

Years later..

“I COULDVE BEEN SUPER BABY”

“Yeah but your mom wouldn’t let me.”

“I COULDVE BEEN SUPER BABY”

#superman #clark kent #Clark kent x reader #superman x reader #dc comics #batman #Barry Allen #fluff #Clark kent Drabble #Bruce is a tired uncle #jon kent

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simpforfandoms · 1 year

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♪ and isn’t just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me ♪

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black canary’s protégé falls for the boy wonder

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simpforfandoms · 1 year

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Bereft

The long-awaited part 3. Ima be honest I legit forgot the plot so I had to reread it and I found so many spelling mistakes and plot holes. I'll re-edit them once I have time anyways hope you like it!

word count: 4444 (wow it's an angel number)

pairing: yj!dick grayson x fem!reader

summary: Robin and reader wake up in a dessert without memories of the last 6 months. Feelings emerge.

warnings: probably a few spelling errors and maybe a slight description of feeling overwhelmed

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Bialya, September 4, 00:16 EEST

They say there are two things that bring people closer together. The first is marriage, for obvious reasons. The second is death. But has anyone ever taken into consideration waking up in a desert, god knows where next to the boy wonder? Yeah. That is your current predicament.

Groaning, you sit up, a splitting headache consumes you, what happened? You hear words coming from beside you but your to out of it to fully intake them.

Suddenly your being shaken and a face comes into your view. You squint, trying to make out their features but can only see tan skin and black hair.

“Dick?” You question.

The figure stops and moves back almost in shock.

“…What?” The figure murmurs

As your eyes finally adjust, you regain your vision.

“Oh you’re Robin.” He lets out a silent groan of relief, weird,. You intake your surroundings, seeing a desert and some soldiers in the distance. “Where are we?”

“Bialya.” He says

“Oh.”

“What is the last thing you remember?”

You think. You were eating lunch with your best friend, Dick, then you woke up in Bialya.

“I was eating lunch at school”

“What date was that?”

“Like March 7th or something, I don’t know” You question.

“It's September." He states.

What.

That can't be.

"No, no, no," You shake your head in disbelief. You had so many things you wanted to do. A million thoughts flood your head. If this is what it’s like being a hero maybe you weren’t cut out for it. Time travel was not on your agenda. You never thought that would happen. You become overwhelmed.

Robin seems to notice this, and puts a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Hey It’s okay, I’m gonna figure this out. Okay?” He says in a gentle manner.

You nod your head in agreement. He stands up and offers you a hand. You gratefully take it and dust off all the sand from your uniform. Whatever emotion robin had shown previously is gone now. He is now determined to figure what the hell is going on. He pulls out his wrist watch thingy and starts pushing a lot of buttons.

“I have this place” he points towards it on his map looking back to make sure you see it, “marked on my gps. I think I should go there while you stay here. It could be dangerous.”

You laugh in disbelief, “no way. I’m going with you. It’s probably more dangerous for me to stay here,” you point to the soldiers in the distance.

“You have a canary cry though. You can protect yourself.” He says.

“No I don’t.”

“Seriously?” He raises an eyebrow.

You roll your eyes, “dead.”

“Oh..” he pauses trying to find the words, “come with me.”

You scoff, crossing your arms, “no.”

“You’d rather stay all alone, for good knows how long, then just go with me?”

You groan, “fine I’ll go. But only because I have a fear of missing out.”

He chuckles at this. He mutters a ‘c’mon’ and you gladly follow. Walking to god knows where.

…

After a little while, you get bored. No talking has happened and your feet ache.

You decide to break the silence, “What’s your secret identity?”

He turns his head to look you in the face, to see if your serious, once he got his answer he turned back continuing the journey.

“I can’t tell you that.”

You sigh, “C’mon I promise I won’t tell anyone, it will be our little secret.” You pick up your pace so you can be side by side with him.

“No.” He states.

“Fine, I’ll just use my amazing detective skills to figure it out.”

He laughs, “by all means, try.”

You stop him and turn him towards you, getting a good look at his face. You put your hand to your chin, in order to let him know that you’re thinking. Dark hair, tan skin, a dimple on the right side of his face.

“What are you doing?”

“Seeing what you look like”

Though you can’t see his eyes, you know he rolls his eyes. He then turns back and continues walking.

“You look like a Tim. Is that your name?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

A moment of silence.

“Ok that isnt gonna work, so how about I cut you a deal?”

He hums.

“I tell you mine and then you tell me yours.”

He laughs again, “you have to see the fault in that. What if I just let you tell me yours but I don’t tell you mine.”

You shrug, “that’s a chance I’m willing to take.”

He turns his head to you to raid an eyebrow, “you’re gonna tell a random stranger, you barley know, you’re most sacred secret?”

“Ehhh the truth always gets out eventually. No point in trying to prolong that.”

He turns his head back, and mumbles a “I guess”

“So we have a deal then?”

He stays silent.

“I take that as a yes.”

“Whatever you want Kid Canary.”

You roll your eyes.

“Okay prepare to be absolutely catastrophicly stunned.”

He chuckles.

“My name is Y/n Lance.”

He stops dead in his tracks.

“Wow I was joking about the being stunned part.” You laugh.

How could he not piece it together before? You were his best friend but yet he didn’t know that you were kid canary. He has spent almost every waking minute with you. What a friend he is. He’d expect you not to know he was Robin, but him? He’s the protege of the worlds greatest detective. He should’ve known. He’s suddenly over come by urge to protect you more than he ever has before. To keep you safe at any cost. He’s worried. This life isn’t for you. He doesn’t want this for you

“Robin!” You yell.

He grunts in pain.

“Did you just slap me?!?!”

“Yeah you weren’t responding. You had like a hundred mile stare. I didn’t think telling you my name would effect you THAT much.” You explain as you step back.

He pauses trying to find what to say. That he knows you? That you’re his best friend? No that would comprise his identity. Bruce would kill him. “No it’s not that” he notices it beginning to get dark, “it’s uh about to be night we should probably get some rest.”

“You sure that’s a good idea, because once it’s night in the desert temperatures dramatically drop and when you sleep your body temperature drops so we could like die?”

He sighs, “either that or we can continue walking and be to exhausted to fight any bad guys we might encounter.”

You contemplate it. “Ok. We’ll take turns sleeping, if one of us starts shaking the other one wakes them.”

“Sounds like a plan. You sleep first.” He states.

“No way I have a fear of sleeping on sand.”

He scoffs.

“You have a fear of everything don’t you?”

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god, I’m gonna die” you whisper into Robin’s chest. “Oh calm down Kid Canary you’re fine, look we’re safe on an edge,” Kid Flash says. But you’re still holding onto Robin for dear life trying not to fall off the edge. “I swear to god if we don’t get out of this elevator soon-“. Robin laughs, interrupting you, “I’ve never meant a sidekick who’s afraid of heights”. “I’m not afraid of heights I’m afraid of falling” you respond. “I figured that, as you are literally giving me a bruise by holding on to me” You mumble a quiet ‘shut up’.

You laugh.

“You’re afraid of heights.” He states, almost like a question.

“No I’m afraid of falling.” You yawn. “How did you know?”

“I don’t know. I think I just remembered something”

You sit down, patting the sand beside you as to signal him to sit down, “do tell boy wonder.”

Instinctively he sits down beside you.

“We were in a elevator shaft”

“Ooooo romantic”

He tries not to notice the blush creeping up.

“No not like that. Kid flash was there.”

“I haven’t seen that guy in forever. Miss him. Love that dude.”

He doesn’t miss the pinge of jealousy that erupts in him. “Will you just let me finish?”

“Oh yeah sorry. I’m just tired and when I’m tired I get like really talkative and bold. My friend, actually best friend, Dick, I know his name is kinda misleading because he’s not a dick he’s actually really nice, his parents kinda set him up for failure by naming him that but to be fair his full name is Richard but his parents nicknamed him Dick cause they’re old timey. But it’s okay he embraces it. anyways he always tells me how I do that when I'm tired but he doesn't know that I know that he finds it funny.” you rant

He laughs. “How about you just go to sleep and I’ll tell you later?”

You yawn, once again, and move your body to where your head is on his lap and the rest of your body is in the sand, “no I want to hear.”

“You were holding on to me for dear life because you didn’t want to fall, and I said that I never met a sidekick that’s afraid of heights. Then you said” he paused to mimic your voice, “I’m not afraid of heights I’m afraid of falling."

You sit up, appalled, "I do not sound like that!"

“Yeah yeah, just go to sleep.”

“Fine. but only because I want to not because you told me to.” You say as you lay back down.

He was about to say a snarky reply but you’re already asleep. For a girl who is afraid of falling asleep on sand you sure do fall asleep quickly. He laughs to himself.

…

You awake to someone gently calling your name. You sit up from your position and let out a grumble.

“Y/n, we gotta keep moving.”

You rub your eyes and let them adjust. Its day time, you suddenly recall the night before.

“Oh no, I’m sorry we were supposed to take turns.” You say as you stand up.

“It’s fine, I run on no sleep all the time. The only problem is that I can’t feel my legs.”

You laugh, “You could’ve moved me.” you reach out your hand.

He gratefully takes it, “Yeah but you looked peaceful.”

You roll your eyes, “Ok boy wonder lead the way.”

…

After a couple of minutes of walking you break the silence, “So you still haven’t told me your name.”

Robin laughs, “I never said I would.”

You huff, “Fine lets play truth or dare expect no dare just truth.”

He chuckles, “Thats makes no sense.”

“C’mon we got plenty of time. No follow up questions you have one ask per round”

“Fine.”

“I’ll ask first,” You pause for a moment trying to think of what to ask, “Oooo I have a juicy one.”

“Do tell”

“Alright, have you ever had a girlfriend?”

His face erupted with shock but as quickly as it came it disappeared.

“I don’t know.”

“How do you not know if you’ve ever been a relationship with someone?”

“You said no follow up question, my turn.”

You grumble, you suppose you di say that.

“Have you ever had a boyfriend?” Dick already knew the answer but robin didn’t.

“Yeah like a hundred.” You say.

His scoffs in disbelief, “That’s a lie.”

“Nuh uh, I will name them all.” You affirm.

He puts his hands up, “Alright I believe you.”

“What’s your deepest darkest secret? Other than your identity.”

He thinks, “I knew that my parents were in danger and didn’t say anything and then they died.” he says in monotone.

“It’s not your fault, their deaths” You shrug, “shit happens, no ones fault but god’s.”

“You believe in god?” He asks you.

“Sometimes I do. Sometimes I don’t. It brings me comfort knowing that there is someone looking out for you, but at the same time time if there is one they sure have a funny way of showing it.” You shrug, “I’m on the verge of creating my own religion where we worship Dr.Fate.” You laugh.

“I’d join that religion.”

“How about you?”

“What about me?” He asks.

“Do you believe in god?”

“No.”

“Fair enough.” You shrug

“How do you know black canary,” Again Dick knew how, but Robin didn’t.

“She’s my older sister, adopted me after our parents died.” You laugh and playfully hit his shoulder, “Look at us a couple of orphans.”

He laughs then looks down at his watch, “We’re almost there.”

You two walk up sandy hill, where his GPS is going off.

“Wish I could remember why I put GPS marker here,” He says.

As you come to the top of the hill you peer over the edge to find a weird box-looking thing.

“Guessing that’s why,” You say as you jump down.

“wait!” He yells as he jumps down next to you.

Soldiers rise from the sand. Oh crap. Robin begins to smirk and pulls out a smoke bomb. You two begin fighting the soldiers. Then Kid Flash appears and takes their guns. Two soldiers are about to attack Robin but then a green girl appears and seems to push them away with her mind. Martian Manhunter but in woman form? You raise an eyebrow at this but continue fighting. A soldier starts running from you, and you start to chase after him but then an arrow appears then explodes in a robe and ties him up. You look to where it came from and see a girl with blonde hair and a green outfit. Then all the soldiers are taken down.

Robin walks over to Kid Flash and gives a bro hug, “KF! Man, it’s good to see a familiar face.”

You yell from behind him, “Hey!”

Robin just shrugs and Wally laughs, “Hey Rob, memory loss?”

“Both of us, six months! Let’s hog-tie these creeps and compare notes.”

…

“So we’re a team?” Robin asks

The green lady, who you’ve come to known as Megan, nods, “The five of us and superboy.”

You pull out the piece of fabric from earlier, “This must be his then.” You hand it to her.

“Yes! Did you see him?”

“I think we did,” Artemis says.

Wally rubs his chin, trying to remember, “Feral boy? Some teammate. He attacked us.”

“He didn’t know who we are. I don’t know who we are!” Artemis, the voice of reason, reminds him

Robin interrupts, “I remember Batman ordering radio silence, our team must work for him!”

“You remembered that but you didn’t tell me?” You ask

He shrugs

“And how do you know we don’t work for my mentor?” Kid Flash says as he touches his chest, causing it to change colors, “Wow this is so cool”

The rest of the team starts touching their suits to see if it can do the same.

“We look ridiculous!” Artemis says, then turns to Wally, “Quit touching yourself!”

You scoff, for some reason, she’s kind of getting on your nerves. She seems to have a quick temper.

“We need our memories back!” She yells.

You roll your eyes at her outburst. She notices this and turns to you, her rage now directed toward you, “You have a problem with that?”

“I just don’t think whining is going to get us anywhere,” You say.

“You have a better idea then?”

Suddenly you, robin, wally, and artemis are taken into a weird place with shards of memories everywhere.

Megan appears, “I brought you into my mind to show you what I remember so far, but I need your help.Together our broken memories can form a whole if you open your minds to mine.”

Artemis freaks outs and backs away, “You wanna pry through our private thoughts?”

Megan defensly says, “I don’t wish to intrude but-”

Robin interrupts, “You need to hack our minds to grok what happened to us. Got it. Go.”

“My minds all yours, try not to let it’s brilliance overwhelm you,” KF says cheekily.

“Or underwhelm you. Hey, why isnt anyone just whelmed?” Robin realizes.

You laugh at that. Artemis seems hesitant, and so are you. Having someone you barely just meant go through your mind? That does not sound safe. Wally grabs her hand and she sighs.

“Last six months only. And only what you need.”

Megan nods, and everyone looks toward you. You scratch at your arm and gulp.

“I don’t know guys, doesn’t this seem a bit sketchy? I mean what is she scrabbles my brain and I’m never the same?” You let put.

Robin nudges your shoulder, “C’mon it will be fun, trust me.” He says.

You look into his face for any hint of worry but you see none, so you reluctantly nod. And so the brain voodoo begins.

…

“Aqualad!” You all yell once brought out of the trance.

“Where is he?” Robin asks

“What happened next?” You ask.

“I don’t know that’s the last thing I-we remember,” Megan explains

“We landed 24 hours ago if Kaldur’s been wandering the desert that long, well that’s not good for a guy with gils.” Wally explains.

You huff, “And here I was thinking that you were the optimistic one.” You tell him

“Aww you flatter me, but the optimism is all you babe,” Wally winks

You roll your eyes at him. Wasn’t he just buddy-buddy with Artemis? You catch the look Robin sends Wally and raise your eyebrow at it. Weird. Before you can ponder on it, Robin is pulling out his wristwatch and finds Aqualad.

“He’s close! But he’s not moving.” Robin states.

You all follow him as he runs over to Aqualad. You find him on the ground unconscious, muttering his language. Miss Martian leans down trying to restore his memories.

“I can’t restore his memories in this condition.”

Robin takes charge, “He needs immediate rehydration. Call the bioship”

“It’s out of range but you can get him there fast.” She replies looking to Kid Flash.

“He’s too heavy, and I’m too low on fuel. Right now I couldn’t even carry her” He points to Artemis.

She scoffs, “Why not just levitate him back?”

“I can’t. I have to find superboy. Six months ago he didn’t even exist, he has no memories, only animal impulses. I’m the only one that can help him.”

“He’s indescribable, just ask those tanks. It’s Aqualad that needs your help. Like now.” Wally pleads.

M’gann holds her hand in pain and screams, “No superboy’s in pain!” Then she flies off.

“M’gann wait” Artemis calls

“We still don’t know what erased our memory, It could happen again!” Robin yells as she outs at sight.

You turn around and start spitting on Aqualad. Everyone turns around at the sound of you spitting.

“Wow wow wow, what are you doing?” Robin asks.

“What does it look like? I’m trying to rehydrate him!” You scream continuing to spit.

You look back at them just staring.

“You’re just gonna stand there and start? Help!” You yell.

“There’s a better way than doing that.” Artemis says.

“Oh, you’re right. Wally, Robin get over here and start peeing in him!” You yell then turn to continue spitting.

“There’s a better way,” Robin tells you.

“Oh yeah like letting him die! I’m not letting someone I care for die! Not again!” You scream

Wally walks over to you and pulls you away from Kaldur.

“You need to calm down, he’s not gonna die.” Wally states.

Wally sets you down and walks back over to Kaldur. Surprisingly you stay put. They talk about solutions but you can’t bother to hear them, stuck in your own thoughts. Without you noticing Robin walks over and sits down.

“Hey.”

“You okay?” He asks.

“Yeah.”

“Look he’s gonna be ok, we’re gonna make a cot and take him to the bioship. I admire your quick thinking though.” He chuckles.

You don’t wanna talk about that so you change the subject, “look at them,” you say pointing to Artemis and Wally arguing, “they definitely like each other. 5 bucks to it. I can feel the romantic tension from here.” You laugh

“There’s definitely something going on. Did you see the way they were holding hands?” He asks.

You gasp and turn your head to face him, “I thought I was the only one that noticed that!”

“I also saw how she got mad when Wally tried to flirt with you!”

You scoff, “that doesn’t mean anything, you got mad too, and you don’t like me.”

A moment of silence. He never thought about liking you, well maybe once or twice but he just chalked it up to teenage hormones and nothing more. You were his friend. Nothing more. But then why did his heart stop for a minute when you said that?

“Yeah you’re right, but it’s still worth noting.” He says as he stands.

“C’mon let’s go.”

…

You hear an engine ruffling in the distance.

“Quick over there,” Robin says as he points to a rock a couple of feet in front.

You all hid behind the rock just barely making it in time. Kaldur starts speaking again but Artemis quickly shushes him. Robin assets the situation.

“We can’t risk a firefight with Aqualad KO’d like this” Robin states.

Wally takes a breath, “It’s not just him, I’m way out of juice.”

“And I’m almost out of arrows,” Just as Artemis finishes you notice that Robin is gone.

“God I forgot how much I hate it when he does the ninja thing,” He pauses and turns to Artemis, “Hey you never said why your dad would want you to–” he pauses to make a noise,”-me”.

Artemis visibly is uncomfortable, “I got confused by, uh, some old movie I saw the other night about a ninja girl whose ninja dad ordered her to kill her ninja boyfriend because he was from a rival ninja clan.” She quickly explains.

You could tell she was hiding something. But what?

Wally swoons, “Oh so I’m your ninja boyfriend”

“Hey amnesia remember, completely forgot how truly annoying you are.”

You tune out as Robin reappears beside you.

He interrupts them, “Yeesh, Get a room.”

“Dude where were you?”

Robin smirks, “Breaking radio silence”

Birdarangs go off with Robin’s laugh then explode, signaling your escape. When you finally make it to the bioship you, robin, and Artemis had to carry Aqualad up and to the med bay. Artemis prepares IV for him and you and robin walk away. You let out a sigh and sit in a chair.

“Man I am so tired.” You say to partially no one.

“You’re tired? At least you got some sleep.” Robin says as he sits next to you.

“Hey!” You say suddenly becoming more awake, “You said it was okay.”

“Yeah but still,” He laughs.

Hey, everybody, I've got Superboy. He’s back to normal and we’re on our way M’gann says in the mind link. You jump, Robin turns to you concerned.

“Never gonna get used to that” You utter

You hear Aqualad from the medbay yelling about who is everyone and where is he.

Hello, Megan. Aqualad's memories. I knew I forgot something.

Oh, man, me too. I didn’t get a souvenir. Wally says in the mind link. You roll your eyes.

Don’t worry, I got it covered M’gann says

Then they show up with a weird circle thing, you spare a glance then look out the window, and for once you can’t wait to get back home to Gotham. You don’t bother to listen to anything they say. It seems Robin doesn’t either.

“You still need to tell me your identity Robin,” You yawn and rest your head against his shoulder and doze off. He laughs to himself.

“Who needs to get a room now?” Wally yells to Robin from across the ship.

“Shut up”

…

When you finally land back at Happy Harbour your mentors are waiting for you. You spot Black Canary and run up to give her a quick hug.

She chuckles, “I missed you too”

“Being stuck in a desert with boy wonder makes you realize how much you miss home.” You say

She laughs

Batman coughs to get everyone’s attention, “We’ll debrief in five days, in the meantime go home and get some rest. You all have school tomorrow.”

You and Dinah head to the zeta pods, too tired to bid goodbyes. By the time you get home, take a shower, and get in bed its like 2 am. You check your phone for any messages, you find one from dick.

Dick Are you awake?

You reply back quickly.

Yeah Whats up?

You see three dots appear then reappear for what seems like forever.

Dick If you had like a really huge secret would you tell your best friend?

Depends on what it is Why? Dick are you gay? I’ll support you no matter what

Dick No I’m not gay It’s just that idk if I should tell someone something

Gasp You have another best friend?

Dick Yeah you’re just my side best friend

I'm offended who is he?

Dick Her It’s a her

Now you are way more interested. Dick has another girl best friend? You bet its Barbara. What is he keeping from her then? You feel kinda happy that he came to you first, it shows that you’re still his number one best friend. With your heart thumping you start to type a reply.

Ok What are you keeping from her?

Dick That I like like her

Your heart drops. Dick likes someone and its not you. Your lifelong crush. The dude you’ve spent your whole school years pinning from. Likes someone else. You let it sink in for a minute. You try to think of a reply. You honestly don’t know what to say. But you send a reply anyways.

Wow. The Dick Grayson has a crush On who?

Dick A person I just dont know if I should tell her

Well, are you 110% sure she likes you back? If you’re not then don’t tell her You don’t want to ruin a friendship

You tell him in hopes that she doesn’t like him back so you can still have Dick to yourself. A selfish reason. He deserves to be happy. You tell him the reason you don’t tell him you like him. The friendship. It’s to pure and sweet to ruin. You know that.

Dick You’re right. Alright goodnight, love you

Goodnight, love you too

You fear that his love for you will never be anything more platonic. But for now, you were fine with that fact.

...

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Sign of the Times

This is literally the song of Achilles, legit plagiarism. All respect to Madeline Miller. I reread it, still as good as the first time reading it.

pairing: Dick Grayson x fem!reader

word count: 2.5k

summary: When you died, all things soft and beautiful would be buried with you.

warnings: ooc dick, plagiarism (all creds to Madeline Miller), does not follow canon

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“Name one hero who was happy.” He says, laying down in the field with you.

You considered it. “You can't.” He was sitting up now, leaning forward. “I can't.” You echoed. “I know. They never let you be famous AND happy.” He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret." "Tell me." You loved it when he was like this. "I'm going to be the first." He took your pinky and interlaced it with his. "Promise it." "Why me?" "Because you're the reason.” He said as a matter of factly, “promise it." "I promise," You said, lost in the high color of his cheeks, the flame in his eyes. "I know I’ll be happy as long as I’m with you," he stated. You and he sat like that for a moment, hands touching.

…

Joker was on the loose again. This time taking over Gotham. Bruce, Jason, Tim, Damian, Cassandra, Duke, and Stephanie were all in danger. Dick is their only hope now.

“Don’t let them die because of his madness. They have done nothing but love you.”

"Love me? Not one of them stood with me against Bruce. Not one of them defended me." The bitterness in his tone shocked you. "They stood by and let him insult me. As if he were right! I have been there for them for years and their repayment is to get rid of me." His eyes had gone dark and distant. "They have made their choice. I have made mine."

"They’re still our family!”

"They can save themselves." He would have walked away, had you not grabbed his arm.

"You are destroying yourself. Please, if you-"

"Y/n." The word was sharp, as he had never spoken it. His eyes looked down on you, "I will not do this. Do not ask again."

You try to find the words to get through to him. Maybe there was none. He would not fight. They would die with no mercy. You search your brain for anything at all that could reason with him.

“For me then,” you said, “Save them for me.”

He looked down at you. You saw what your words had meant to him. The struggle in his eyes. He swallowed.

“Anything else? Anything. But not this. I can’t”

You looked at his beautiful face, “if you love me-“

“No!” He yelled. “You do not get to do that. You don’t get to pick and choose what battles you want me to fight.”

“Fine then. Their blood will be on your hands.” You let out.

He huffs and then leaves for the bedroom. You watch him leave. Your stomach feels burned to cinders; your palms ache where your nails have cut into them. Your rage towards him is hot as blood. You will never forgive him, you think. You imagine locking yourself in the bathroom, smashing every picture you have together, then stabbing yourself in the stomach and bleeding to death. You want to see his face broken with grief and regret. You want to shatter the cold mask of stone that has sipped down over the boy you knew. You do not know this man. He is no one you have ever seen before. A once innocent boy is now consumed by an unexplainable rage. He has given up on them. His family. Deliberately sending them off to their doom. If he does not help them, then you will.

…

A series of events have led you to your current situation. Your hand lifted, holding a gun in threat. One thing led to another and now you're pointing a gun at Joker.

You imagine how Dick would do it, feet planted to the ground, back muscles twisting. He would throw the gun and take down Joker in a more reasonable way. Without death. But you are not Dick. What you do is something, your only chance at survival. His henchmen are almost there. You’re wasting time. You shoot the pistol.

It hits his head. You have killed the Clown Prince of Crime, the joker. You hear the shouts, men swarming around you. You had lost control. Killing a man with no remorse. Someone you never imagined doing. The worst part is that you do not feel regret. This is the man that for years has killed innocent people. For years had tortured your family. Your only med of survival now is to run.

You lunge on your feet. Through the haze of terror, you see a man firing a gun at you. You dodge the bullet, shocked you are not dead already. You have never been so fast in all your life. Wally would be proud.

Then, a bullet comes from behind. You do not see it, but you hear it. It pierces the skin of your back. You stumble, driven forward by the blow's force, by the shock of the tearing pain and the burning numbness in your stomach. The blood gushes out onto your shirt. You think you scream.

“She’s mine.” You hear a cold voice.

The blood runs through your hands onto the earth below. The henchmen part and you see a woman in purple walking toward you. You know her. Punchline. Alexis Kaye. Joker’s girlfriend. She does not look at the men who surround her; she walks as if she were alone on the battlefield. She is coming to kill you, as a reparation for your sin.

Your breaths are shallow gasps that feel like new wounds tearing. Desperately, you turn to the men around you and scrabble at their knees.

“Please,” you croak. “Please.”

She is close now, her gun raised. The only sound you hear is your own heavy lungs. Punchline's gun lifts over you. And then it fires towards you.

“No.” You scream, to no avail.

Your hands flurry in the air like startled birds, trying to stop the bullets' relentless movement toward your heart. It submerges in a sear of pain so great that your breath stops, a boil of agony that bursts over your whole body. Your head drops back against the ground, and the last image you see is her, leaning over you, smiling a sadistic smile, one that will haunt you. The last thing you think of is Dick. Oh, how you love him.

…

As soon as Dick realized you had left he rushed over to Gotham. He was so angry at himself for not listening to you. If he did, you wouldn’t be put in harm's way. He texted every member of his family to be on the lookout for you. Praying to the heavens above that you were safe. By the time he arrives, the people are celebrating. Joker is dead. The battle is won, but the war is far from over.

He knows he should feel relieved and happy, but he cannot. There is a numbness in him. Something has happened. What? He does not know. You will be able to tell him. He’s sure of it. Still, the pit in his stomach lingers. He cannot help but feel worried.

Then he gets a text from Jason saying they found you and to go to the Batcave immediately.

So he does. The worry only grows as he rushes out of his car.

Then he sees it.

A blood-stained cloth on top of a body. The realization crashes upon him, making him lose his breath. He runs towards the body, throwing Jason and Bruce out of the way. He falls onto the body.

Your body.

He removes the cloth just to make sure his thoughts are not deceiving him. A scream erupts. And then another, and another. He hastily cradles your head in his hands. He says your name. Over and over again. Until it is the only sound.

Bruce urges him to let go of you. But he would not let go of you. He cannot. He holds you so tightly, your dead body can feel his heartbeat. He weeps. He cradles you. He can not speak another word other than your name. His tears fall but you cannot wipe them.

It’s all his fault. He should’ve just listened to you. He should have been there. He was selfish and arrogant.

Eventually, he utters something other than your name.

“Who did this?” His voice is a terrible thing, cracked and broken

“Punchline,” Damian says.

Dick’s gaze hardens. Fantasizing about all the ways he can exact his revenge. Bruce takes a step forward, placing his hand on Dick’s shoulder.

“Don’t touch me!” Dick yells.

Bruce draws back, watching his grip grow tighter on you, “don’t kill her.”

Instead of replying Dick just looks at him with so much anger and regret.

“She’ll kill you, Dick.”

“Do you think I don’t want that?” He looks up to Bruce, blood, your blood all over him. A truly broken man sits before Bruce. A man that has lost everything.

He had lost you. His love. His soulmate. His world.

Gone.

Irrevocably and forever.

…

“Punchline!” he screams. “Punchline!”

He tears through the henchmen guarding her, shattering collar bones and faces, marking them with his fury.

Punchline calls attention to herself by running away. Any other day she would take him on, but this time he is consumed by a rage that she has never seen. It scares her. No one thinks that it is cowardly for her to run. She will not live if she is caught. She knows that. Chest heaving, she races towards the fire escape. Dick runs to follow. Then a figure emerges. Shaped like a man in a bat suit.

Nightwing’s face is consumed by rage, “you will not keep her from me.”

“Killing her won’t end your pain.” The dark knight says.

Dick steps closer to him and raises his fists. Batman swings his fist. Nightwing ducks then rolls forward over the returning whistle of a second swing. He gains his feet and strikes, whipping toward Batman’s chest. Easily, almost casually, the knight twists away.

Batman attacks. His punches force Dick backward. He must spring away at each punch. Dick eventually finds the space to counterattack. Batman catches every blow, forcing Dick to move faster and faster. Bruce is old, he knows every trick there is in the book, and there is nothing new to him. Nightwing begins to slow, worn out from the fighting. Batman seems to be relieved at how often he seems to duck rather than meet his blows. Dicks face is contorted with effect and focus. He is fighting at the edge, at the very edge of his power. He is not, after all, Batman.

He’s gathering himself, preparing one final blow, a desperate attack. He begins the pass, fists blaring toward Bruce’s head. For a second, Bruce must dodge to avoid it. That is the moment he needs. He grabs a discarded piece of rumple and strikes. A gash flowers in Bruce’s side. He will not die though. But he must limp away, weakened and weary.

Dick’s face is sweat-streaked, his breaths harsh, but he continues running.

“Punchline!” He screams.

The hunt begins again. It is only punchline he wants. Punchline, and Punchline alone. When she is dead, he will stop.

There is a roof on top of the building. Too tall to jump off of. Too late to turn back. It is there that Alexis stops running. Two people face each other. One of them is light. She wears a purple and black outfit with red cheeks painted red.

The other one’s face is twisted almost beyond recognition. His blood still pumping from his fight with his father figure. Alexis’ eyes are wide, but she will not run any longer.

She says, “Grant me this, bury me with Joker when you have killed me.”

Dick makes a choking sound, “There is no comprise. I will kill you then I will burn you to insure you can never come back.”

He leaps forward with a knife he has been holding and slices her throat. Letting her bleed out to death. Just like how she let you bleed to death.

…

Dick returns to the cave, where your body waits. His hands are bloody. His family is waiting for him. They know not to say anything. It is done. The war is over. But at what cost?

It is Alfred that breaks the silence, “go bathe and rest yourself, master Dick.”

Dick pushes through them and heads up to the manor.

…

Your eulogy was beautiful. Dick could not bring himself to do it, knowing your death was his fault. He made Jason do it. Knowing you were the closest with him. You had no biological family, but you often referred to them as your family. And they truly were. Everyone adored you and loved you. At the after-party, Dick just sits on the sofa staring off into space, now and then looking up and thanking people for their condolences.

“Master Richard” Alfred calls him, holding a plate, “will you not eat?”

“You know I won’t.”

Alfred touches his hand to his shoulder. He flinches.

“Stop”

Alfred’s face goes blank for a second.

When he speaks, his voice is hard, “You have killed her and taken your vengeance. It is enough. Stop punishing yourself.”

“It will never be enough,” Dick says.

“It is the greatest grief to be left on earth while the other one is gone. But let there be comfort in the fact that her memory will live on.” Alfred states.

Dick sighs. He knows that after this he must go home to an empty house. Pictures reminding him of you. He can’t do it anymore. He won’t. Life is unbearable without you. He was stupid to take you for granted. He had spent his whole life loving you. He has no idea how to live it without you. Perhaps he isn’t supposed to.

…

Word spread to Blüdhaven what Nightwing had done. Nightwing was now not a foe to death. Many villains, fearing for their life, escaped to neighboring cities where they know they will not be killed. But oh not Blockbuster. He’d kill Nightwing before he ever got the chance to kill him. Blockbuster aims. Then the bullet flies, straight and silently towards Dick’s back.

He hears the faint hum of its passage a second before it strikes. He turns his head a little, as to watch it come. He closes his eyes and feels it push through his skin, parting muscles, working its way past his ribs. Then, at last, it reaches his heart. Blood spills between his shoulder blades. Thick and crimson. Dick smiles as his face strikes the earth.

…

In the darkness, two shadows reached through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun

#dick grayson angst #dick grayson fluff #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x female!reader #dick grayson x fem reader #dick grayson one shot #bruce wayne #batfamily #batfam oneshot #dick grayson drabble

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i just watched little woman can a plese get a laurie/amy type situation where reader is barbara's sister and laurie is like dick

this is just a little drabble thing cause I’m to lazy to write a full fic but I might in the future, I’m just swamped with school right now

word count: 958

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Ever since he quit being Robin he hasn’t been around as much, much to your dismay. You miss his presence. A little to much to your liking. You might have a fiancé but at last, your heart belongs to another. You know it’s not fair to him, but you hope that in time you’ll forget about Dick and can bring yourself to love him. Though it’s been 2 years with him and you still do not love him the way you do Dick, you have faith that your heart will come around. Until Dick Grayson walts back into your life. Literally. He walked into the gala and asked for a dance, Dick being Dick, whisked you away to the balcony. He stops dancing once on the balcony and his demeanor changes from a playful to a much more serious one.

“Don’t marry him.” He states. Looking at you. Not as a question but as a command.

Not what you wanted to hear.

“What?” You say, shocked.

He sighs.

“Don’t marry him.”

“Why?” You say, your eyes almost squinting at him, darring him to speak.

He sighs.

“You know why.”

You shake your head furiously, closing your eyes, to afraid to look at him.

“No. No. No. You don’t get to do this to me Dick.” You say never once opening your eyes, afraid tears will well.

“Yes.” He states, reminding you of your petty childhood arguments.

You feel his hand reaching for yours, you instantly open your eyes and and move your hand away.

“No. Dick. Stop it. You’re being mean” your voice cracking as you speak. You lean your head back, to keep the tears at bay, “you don’t get to say that. Not when I’m finally happy with my life. Happy without you.”

You bring your head back to look at him in his eyes. Not caring if the tears fall.

Now it’s his turn to shake his head, “I know that’s a lie. I can see it in your eyes. You don’t love him. Trust me I know you, I can tell.”

“You don’t even know me anymore!” You shout, ”Two years have gone since I’ve last saw you. You are nothing more than a stranger to me”

“Don’t say that. I’ve know you my whole life. I’ve loved you my whole life.”

“No you don’t say that. I see the way you look at my sister. You have loved her your whole life.” You let out a quick breath, furious at him, “I have been second to Barbara my whole life in everything. I will not be second to her in love. And I won’t be the person you settle for just because you can not have her.”

You turn to leave but not before dick says one last thing, “it’s not like that!” His voice cracking, resembling his adolescence, “The love I have for you is different from the love I have for her. It’s you. You’re the one I choice to laugh with and to cry with. You’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. Everything I’ve done and will do is all for you. It’s you above everyone else in the world. I love you and only you.”

You sigh, looking him dead in his piercing blue eyes, a single tear dropping “Stop it. I won’t. I can’t do it, Dick. Not when I’ve loved you for eternity.”

With that you leave him there, staring at your back as leave to return to the gala. He can only watch as you are in another man’s arms. Maybe this is the last time he sees you. So he soaks it in no matter how much he longs for you to be in his arms.

He walks up behind you, dressed in all black, peering at the fresh earth piled on top of a new resting place.

“I thought you were with the titans” you told him, not even looking at him.

“I came as soon as I heard. We might have not been close but he was still my brother. Plus I couldn’t let you be here alone. Even if you despise me, I don’t despise you.”

A moment of silence.

“He could’ve been great.” You say

“I know.”

“Jason was the best of all of us.”

“I know.” He says putting an arm around you

“I’m gonna miss him Dick.” You let him engole you into a full hug. Pressing your head to chest. It brings you comfort.

You pull away, after a moment, wiping any tears that might have fallen.

“I’m not marrying him”

He turns to you.

“I heard about that.”

Before he can talk more you quickly say, “and you are under no obligation to say anything or do anything. It just didn’t feel right. We don’t need to say anything. That is that”

“Are you finished?”

You turn to him, to finally look him in the eyes, “yeah”

“Good cause now I can do this” he says as he brings you closer to him to touch your lips. He’s grabs your face, as a weak attempt to bring you closer than you already are. He can’t help it, he loves you, and he wants you to know it. It is like no other kiss you’ve had, it is fierce and passionate, as if he is trying to say a million words. It is a kiss of pure love.

You eventually pull away to gasp for air.

“That was nice” you say panting

He chuckles, “it was wasn’t it?”

*bonus*

“So you’re telling me you used my death to win her back?!?” Jason says.

“When you put it like that….”

“IM LITERALLY CUPID”

You just laugh glancing at your wedding band.

#dick grayson angst #dick grayson one shot #dick grayson hurt/comfort #dick grayson x you #dick grayson #dick grayson fluff #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x female!reader #nightwing x reader #angst #fluff #hurt/comfort #Jason todd mentioned #Batman

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Born To Die

I’m listening to dangerously yours again. It’s unhealthy. Probably plagiarized it, my bad.

pairing: Jason Todd x reader

summary: part 2 to this though could probably be read as a stand alone. Jason and reader reunite after his death

genre: hurt/comfort

word count: 2.5k

warning: death, language, a lot of rambling it adds character deal with it, Jason has green eyes, isn’t really proof read

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When Bruce Wayne of all people called you last night, you were hesitant to answer.

A million thoughts flooded your brain. How did you even have his number in your contacts? How did he have your number? When you moved to California you tried to put as must distance as could from Gotham. The memories being too painful. But why the hell was Bruce Wayne calling you? On a Thursday night of all times. Not that it matters but he didn’t even have the decency to call you during the day. No, he had to barge in on your self-appointed sulking time. You sighed and were about to answer it when a bird hit your window. Obviously, you took this as a sign from whatever entity there was not to answer the call. You’ve read enough books to know dead birds are never good. But then Bruce called again. and again. and again. On the fifth call, you answered. No one would call five times if it wasn’t important.

“What?” You snapped

“Jason’s alive.”

What. The. Actual. Fuck. You knew Bruce was crazy but you didn’t know he was that crazy. Jason was dead. You held his cold body in your own arms, for crying out loud. It had to be some sick joke. Just when you hadn’t cried over Jason in almost a day (a new personal record) Bruce just had to say that shit. A part of you wondered what Jason ever saw in him. Why Jason ever became his partner. Oh god. Jason. Your mind flashed back to all the memories you had with him. Every kiss. Every laugh. Every touch. Everything. You missed him. A part of you hoped that that was true. But the more reasonable part of you knew it wasn’t, no matter how much you wished. It’s funny, you remember crying out to the heavens above to bring him back to life. Jason, your soulmate. But at last, you got no answer. So why now? Why now would he be alive? Why not when you were kicking the earth where he laid hoping that maybe that would wake him from his eternal sleep? Why not when you stopped talking to anyone, isolating yourself in fear that you would attached then they would die again? Why not then? What makes now so different?

Bruce heard your sharp breaths and a quiet “what?”.

“I know this is a lot to take in, but right now I need you to get to Gotham City as soon as possible. I’ll explain everything when you get here. I emailed you your plane ticket information, please pack accordingly” then he hung up.

Rude. You don’t know what’s ruder, Bruce telling you that the love of your life is alive or that he just expects you to unroot your life and go to Gotham at the flick of a finger.

Ultimately, Jason was and will always be your weak spot, so of course you got on the flight and went to Gotham. It's embarrassing but you would do anything for Jason, dead or not.

So that’s how you ended up walking through Gotham city. Sure Bruce offered you a ride to get to the manor but you enjoy the solditary that comes with walking alone. However, you did put your suitcase in the cab to be taken to Manor. You aren’t a manic.

On the plane ride over you had researched Gotham, as you did not want to go in blindly. What if there was an insane serial killer running around. But what you had found was a new mysterious villain was taking control of Gotham from the inside out. The villain or “Red Hood” as the articles dubbed him seemed to only be targeting other criminals and as far as you can tell you aren’t a criminal. So by all means, for the most part, you were safe to walk around Gotham at night alone.

You’ve lived in Gotham long enough to know which parts to avoid. Thanks to Jason, you also know a little bit of self defense. As you walk the lonely streets, you find your self reminiscing on your time spent with him. There was the park bench you two craved your initials in. Down a little ways is a garbage can you bet Jason he couldn’t fit in. He did. You lost five bucks that day. Even further down was the apartment complex you and Jason lived in.

You stop for a moment to stare at it. It looks like complete and utter shit, but it always did. Maybe that’s what you loved about it. People were so quick to judge the outside that no one ever even bothered look inside. It was abandoned. Left in the same state that you had left it in. It almost makes you happy in a weird way. Your memories that took place in there would never be touched. Forever preserved. You’re tempted to go inside but you know you must continue on your journey. To Wayne manor. To see Jason. No. Maybe. To possibly see Jason. Through very likely you won’t.

You continue walking, even though your legs feel like shit. A couple buildings down is the little run down diner you and Jason would hang out. The owners were quite nice and always gave you two free food. A simple gesture that probably didn’t mean much to them but to you and Jason it meant the world. You think if you ever got to thank them for their kindness and told them what it really meant. You suppose you haven’t, so you walk into the diner. The smell brings you back a different time. A simpler time. Back when Jason was still alive. You look over to the booth where you and Jason you used to sit. No one’s there. You’re tempted to go sit down and try to find every inscripture you and Jason ever craved into the both.

“fuck it” you mumble as you walk over to the booth.

You sit and a waitress immediately comes to get your order.

“Anything I can get started up for you hon” the waitresses says with a strong southern accent.

A southern belle you presume. She’s young. And has the kind of voice that instantly comforts you. Like a mother’s touch. It’s sad to see her here. In a run down diner in Gotham. Arguably the worst city in America. This city will drain the life from her and before she even knows it she’s heartbroken and stuck. Or dead. Death is probably the more likely outcome, from your experience.

“Just a chocolate milkshake” you say remembering that it was what you and Jason would always share.

“That’s unusual for this time of hour” She chuckles as she writes it down. “What brings you to Gotham, you don’t look like a regular”

“Visiting an old friend I guess” you shrug

“Oh well I hope you enjoy your stay” she smiles

“Thank you” you smile back as she walks away.

Ironic. You would not enjoy your stay. Nothing good ever comes from Gotham. As soon as she is out of sight your hands quickly move to feeling the table and searching for the carvings. You find yours and Jason’s initials. An occasional “Jason was here” or “y/n and Jason were here”. But something strikes you. It is a simple date. Something you don’t remember doing yourself. It is the date of when you and Jason shared your first kiss. He must’ve carved it. Your eyes well with tears. It is the simplest of things that will bring you back to all the heartbreak and loss. You presume that that is how grief works. It comes and goes in mysterious ways. Sometimes even a color reminds you of him and your back to the day when you were told he died.

You’re brought out of your thoughts by a milkshake being placed on the table. You thank the waitress and take the straw she gave you. Mixing the whip cream with the chocolate slush. Something that Jason always did and now you can’t drink a milkshake without doing it. It’s the littlest things that he did that stuck with you. You always wear mismatched socks because he did. He insisted that “matching socks were unnatural”z You hear the diner door bell jingle, signifying another costumer has entered, but pay it no mind. Until the new customer sits at your booth. Then you look up from your milkshake, raising your eye to find the culprit. You are meant with green eyes. The very same eyes you see when you close your eyes at night. The very same eyes that haunt your every move.

No. This can’t be happening. He’s supposed to be dead. You’re almost paralyzed, but you will not show weakness. For all you know this is clay face trying to get a jab out of you. Your widen eyes now harden. You take a sip of your milkshake just to be sure you aren’t dreaming. All while Jason stares at you. No not Jason. It. He. Whatever stares at you. Yep not dreaming. You are reassured that by the sweet milkshake filling your taste buds.

“Soooooo….” He starts

You stop drinking, “what the fuck is going on? Whatever sick joke is happening needs to end. I’m not in the mood“ you close your eyes and sigh, “God I should’ve just stayed in nice little apartment and not listen to fucking stupid Bruce Wayne.” You rant

He just raises his eyebrows as if he is stunned for a moment

“Well answer the god damn question!” You demand

“Ummm I don’t know it’s kinda hard to explain. I just woke up one day and was alive?” He says, hoping you don’t snap again.

“Yeah like that’s totally possible. I’m done here.” You say as you grab a ten dollar bill from your bag and tuck it under your milkshake and get up to walk away.

“Y/n! Please just-“

“No! I’m done with whatever fucked up bull shit this is. You’re-Jason Todd is dead.” You say as you walk out the door.

The stranger follows you. You quicken your pace. He does to.

“I said to fuck off” you turn to yell at him.

“February 2nd. I came into your bedroom through your window all bloody and bruised. You patched me up and made sure I was okay. In some miracle of a moment I got you to kiss me. If I was dead how could I know that?”

The possibility of him being alive crosses your mind. No. You are better than that. You are not delusional.

“Lucky guess.” You turn to walk away but he grabs your arm.

”when my mom-Catherine, was dying you were holding my hand as I held hers. You hugged me and made sure that I didn’t see as she took her final breathes.”

No. It really is him. Oh my god. A million thoughts rush through your head. How? Should you hug him? Kiss him? Your eyes well up with tears, on the brink of falling. Not of happiness but of frustration. Why now? Just when you finally are starting to move on. the universe has other plans. You guess you probably should’ve mentally prepared yourself for this before you came. Him being alive was always a possibility, but come on who would believe that?

You can only mutter a response, a unimportant response, “how long?”

“What?”

“How long have you’ve been alive Jason?” You question, now fully committed to the question.

“Why?”

“I want to know.” You’re hoping that he will reply to something so you can be mad, a emotion that you recognize, instead of dealing with whatever emotion your feeling.

“Five years.”

five years. five fucking years. Five years you were grieving. Five years in which you’ve tried to move on. Five years

“Why didn’t come to me?” A heartbreaking question that had to be asked. Did he not trust you? Did he not remember you? Did he not love you anymore?

“I thought you moved on. Bruce replaced me. You moved away. You forgot about me. It would be selfish of me to come back hoping you would still want me.”

“How dare you say that? Each and every fucking day I am reminded of you. I couldn’t get away from you even if I tried and believe me I have fucking tried. From the moment I found out about your death I have been consumed by this inexplicable sorrow Jason. I loved you. I love you. I could never just forget that.” You explain

You and Jason stare at each other for a moment. You hate yourself for getting mad at him. This should be a moment of celebrating, not an argument.

“I’m sorry.” He sighs and runs his hand through his hair. “I was just so angry. At the world. At joker. At Bruce.”

“At me?”

“No never you.”

You sigh. Suddenly being brought back to earth by him.

“You probably should have been. Y’know? I couldn’t stop you.”

Your tears are about to fall. No. He will not see you cry. You turn to walk away again, not wanting him to see the tears fall. No, no, let him think you’re fine. So that he might be able to move on.

Until you hear, “Don’t do that. Please don’t do that.”

To this you turn back around.

“Don’t do what Jason?”

“Don’t blame yourself for my death. There was nothing you could’ve done.” He says.

“Jay.” The nickname rolls off your tongue, sending shockwaves through him.

He stares at you with those piercing green eyes. It’s like you’ve been transported back to when you were telling him to stay. To not go. But yet he wouldn’t listen. A million thought going through his beautiful head. A million thoughts that you wished you could read, or even just glimpse into.

At last, after what feels like an lifetime, he speaks, “Do you know what you are to me?” He pauses, taking in your features, “You’re something to believe in again. After all these years I’m still yours. I never once stopped loving you. If there were to be a person for me, it would be you. It would be you above anyone else in the world. I love you. And I don’t want you to feel like it was your fault. It wasn’t.”

When he says things like that it makes you want to run into his arms and kiss him under the moon light. Maybe you will. Yeah you probably will. Fuck it. You only live once, a phrase you have adopted since his passing.

You run the mere ten feet you were from him to him. His arms immediately encapsulate you. Oh how you missed being in his arms. It’s like his arms were designed for you and no one else.

“I missed you.” you murmur into his chest

“I missed you too”

Still, a million words left unsaid, but for now, you in his arms will do.

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Sorry this took me a hot minute I had a depressive episode #yolo. Any who here’s a tag list though I didn’t really have one because I didn’t think people liked my work that much but some things change lol. Also I really do not know how to respond to comments, I promise I’m trying. I do read them and I appreciate them!

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Would they be a soldier, poet, or king?

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no one asked for this but I need to get this out of my head this is just the 4 most popular batboys but trust me when I say I got love for Duke, Luke, Cullen, etc. too.

Dick Grayson: probably a unpopular opinion but I think Dick would be soldier. The way I see it a soldier is someone who is filled with rage but not necessarily consumed by it. A soldier is someone who will continue fighting not because they want to, but because it’s all they’ve ever known. They crave that familiarity. There are many times in canon where we can see Dick’s anger but he doesn’t let it consume him. Yes there’s times where all he can feel is anger but he uses that to fight. Dick has been Robin since he was like 10. It’s all he really knows. He’s been a vigilante longer than he knew his parents. He knows he can stop at any time, but he doesn’t. He might not want to, but he feels that obligation. No matter how much he wants to stop he won’t. He dreams of a life where he can settle down, but he knows that will never happen. Dick will never stop fighting, and that’s what makes him a soldier.

Damian Wayne: A king is someone who has had their destiny written long before they were alive. A king is someone who was told to do things and they did. A king is someone who often wonders who they would be if they didn’t have all those responsibilities. Damian fits this perfectly. His fate was decided at a very young age. He was to be the heir of the Al Ghul throne. However, when he met Bruce his fate changed. He was now expected to be the next Batman. To be the perfect little robin. A little part of Damian expected it of himself to. Which is the saddest part. He feels that he’ll always have to be responsible for something because he doesn’t know who he is without it. The ideology that if he wasn’t fulfilling something for someone he wasn’t worth anything was installed to him at a very young age. He carried that thought with him everywhere. He is nothing without duty. So he continues his life trying to live up to everyone’s expectations never once trying to live for him. He only knows how to exist when he is needed. Damian Wayne is a king.

Jason Todd: Probably another unpopular opinion but Jason Todd is a poet. If we think in it in a more literal sense, his pain is literally for others entertainment. I mean poets often use their pain to create entertainment. Jason Todd’s death was and is still used as a punchline and entertainment. In a more metaphorical sense, Jason Todd needs his pain to mean something. He needs it to make a difference, because if it doesn’t what was it all for? That’s why he’s Red Hood. That’s why he doesn’t agree with Batman’s no kill rule. While all the pain and hurt are eating him up from the inside, Jason doesn’t want it to go away. Truth is, he loves the pain. He wants to live it. He wants to be reminded of all the trauma so he has a reason to do what he does. Because he has to have the pain mean something. He convinces himself that his pain is beautiful meaningful art. Which maybe it is.

Tim Drake: Maybe yet another unpopular opinion, but Tim is a soldier. He’s filled of rage. No one really knows why, but if I had to guess a large factor is probably due to his dads death. But the fury had been around since he was child. He does a good job of hiding it though. He burries it deep inside. He decided that his anger needed to be his biggest weapon. Anger is hideous if it righteous, so he used it to fight. He’s been fighting for as long as he can remember. He fought to become robin. He fought to be taken seriously. He fought his own voices in his head. Tim Drake is fighter. Like Dick, he wants to stop fighting but he can’t. It’s almost like it’s an addiction. It’s like he’s dependent on the fight. He won’t stop fighting til all his rage is released. Which lets be for real, might be a while.

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Never Love Again

listen to the song shawty baes

100 followers WOOT WOOT 🙌

thanks y’all so much here’s some angst bc I’m a little angst whore, also requests are open so please request I'm running out of ideas

part 2

pairing: Jason Todd x reader (i don’t think any gender is specified)

genre: angst

summary: Jason Todd’s death has left a mark on you

word count: 1251

warnings: death, descriptions of abuse (kinda). I did not proof read this

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April 27th, that's when he died.

wish I could, I could've said goodbye

His funeral was held at the Gotham City cemetery. He was buried in the Wayne plot. You know he would much rather be buried next to Catherine Todd. Not Martha and Thomas Wayne, people that he didn’t even know. Bruce invited you to the funeral. When you arrived it was filled with people Jason didn’t even know. People that he wouldn’t want there. The funeral was a glorified press conference. Bruce used the funeral to explain his wards death. Of course he couldn’t tell them the truth. That Jason Todd died a hero. It infuriated you to see Bruce fabricate a whole story to keep the truth away from the public. It infuriated you that the Joker was still on the lose after what he did to Jason. It infuriated you that the whole world sees Jason as an immature child. It infuriated you that you didn’t stop him from going.

if I knew it would be the last time

You knew that him trying to find his birth mother would be dangerous, but somehow he convinced you that it would be okay. You made the mistake of trusting him. With a goodbye kiss he walked out the door. That was the last time you saw him alive. If you would’ve known it would be the last time, you’ve would’ve held him tighter. Kissed him longer. Begged him not to go. But at last the past is the past.

I would've broke my heart in two

tryna save a part of you

When Bruce told you the story of how he died, you laughed a bittersweet laugh. Of course it was like Jason to try to save someone that he barley knew. You only wish that Jason could be seen as the hero he truly is.

I wanna pretend that it's not true

You didn’t believe he was dead at first. Even going as far to make Bruce take you to the morgue where his body was. When you saw him you couldn’t contain your self. You broke out in a sob, holding his lifeless body, begging for him to come back. Anything. Bruce had to drag you off. It was evident that it wasn’t a fast painless death. It was slow excruciating death. The love of your life didn’t deserve to die like that. No one did.

that you're gone

At the end of the service Dick came up to you to offer his condolences. You find it ironic that Dick, the person who resented Jason from the beginning, now suddenly cared for him. You tried to be nice to him. Put on a brave face. You know that’s what Jason would’ve wanted. He wouldn’t want you to cry over him. But just because you didn’t cry doesn’t mean you weren’t in pain.

cause my world keeps turning and turning

Years after his death and you still weren’t over it. You’ve went off to college, graduated, got a job at a boring tech company across the country, but yet everyday you thought about him. You only did all those things because you knew Jason would want you to continue living your life. You’ve been in countless dates none of them ever filling that Jason Todd sized whole hole in your heart. Maybe part of it is that you don’t want to move on. You don’t want to forget the time you had with him. You don’t want to know another kiss. You don’t want to feel another touch. You don’t want to give your heart away to another stranger. You’ll never love again. You’ve rather wait to be reunited with him in whatever afterlife he’s in.

and I'm not moving on

Jason lived in the apartment across from you. It was just you and your dad and Jason and Catherine. Your dad was hardly home but when he was he was either passed out drunk or hitting you drunk. You saw Jason every morning when you left to head to school. Jason never went to school, he would stay home taking care of Catherine. He would stare at you. A part of him was jealous. You got to live a life he never could. Eventually you got tired of his cold stares and confronted him.

when we first met

“Would you please stop staring at me” You said

Jason was stunned for a moment he had never heard your voice before. Angelic was how he would’ve described it. Regaining his composure he said, “Don’t flatter yourself”

“Wouldn’t dream of it” you rolled your eyes and continued the journey.

I never thought that I would fall

That was the first time of many you talked. Over the years you and Jason became best friends of some sort. When Catherine died, you were there for him. When he would come home with bruises and scrapes from stealing you would patch him up. When your dad got to be to much he would let you stay over at his apartment. When you he was adopted by Bruce Wayne you were heartbroken having to see him go. But you were happy that he got to leave this horrid place. He deserved the world. You still remember the day when he told you he was leaving. You two were sitting side by side on the rooftop of the building.

I never thought that I'd find myself lying in your arms

“So that’s it? You’re just gonna leave and never see me again?” You said voice cracking turning towards him

Jason eyes soften, he pauses, “you know I could never go one day without seeing you” trying to lighten the mood

“Jason you’re gonna go live in a mansion across the city. Be realistic.”

“C’mon y/n quit being a Debbie downer. I promise you I will always make time to see you” he said

You search his eyes trying to find any hint of dishonesty but you find nothing. You close your eyes and sigh, “I’m gonna miss you Jay”

“I know.” He said pulling you into a hug

don't want to feel another touch

Jason did keep his promise. You were enrolled in Gotham Academy with Jason. Probably because of a certain Wayne. You ended up seeing Jason everyday and spending frequent nights at the manor.

Your and Jason’s friendship eventually blossomed into more, slowly but surely. One day he came through your window all beaten and bloody in his robin costume. You freaked out at first until you realized it was just Jason.

“Jason what the fuck?” You whisper-yelled

don't want another name falling off my lips

He just groaned in response. You quickly grabbed the first aid kit and patched him up. He flinched at each stitch.

"Jay I need you to stop flinching"

"It hurts." He moaned

You hummed in response.

"Kiss the pain goodbye" Jason said abruptly.

You blanked out for a minute. A million thoughts flooded your brain. You thought it was joke. There was no Jason could feel the same way about you. Oh but he did. You were proven this when Jason pulled you down into a kiss.

I don't wanna know this feeling unless it's you and me

A bittersweet memory. Robin brought you together but also brought you apart. That's all you can think about before falling asleep.

don't want to give my heart away to another stranger or let another day begin won't even let the sunlight in oh I'll never love again

...

part 2

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd angst #jason todd x reader angst #angst #red hood x reader #red hood x you #bruce wayne #dick grayson #ill never love again #kinda sad #jason todd oneshot

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simpforfandoms · 1 year

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Can you just write x-men headcanons? Specifically for jubilee, jean, banshee and Cyclops??

you give me to much power

sorry this took me a hot minute

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Jubilation Lee

not really a headcanon but she love gymnastics

home girl can do like a double twisting double tuck

she’s on the younger side of the x-men (roughly like 18-20)

so she obviously has to keep the molder members up to date on slang

like Logan will be like “what the fuck does pop off queen mean”

and she’ll just sigh and be like “we’ve been over this”

also because of her close relationship with Logan I feel like she’d be into a lot of the oldies

music wise

but she will still listen to newer music

Like she’s a full on SZA stand

remember when she was a vampire?

She can’t even look at blood now

Like she has a phobia of it

She’s also like a mother

ik what?!?!!

but she takes care of him

Like she definitely makes tiktoks raising him

and she makes fun of those “sad beige moms”

She makes sure Shogo has like all the colorful stuff

I also feel like she’s a sneaker head

Like bro loves her some Jordan’s 4

I feel like she’s also tiktok famous

She does like fashion stuff and just vlogs her everyday life

she’s also most definitely had cut her bangs by herself

And she had a red hair era

Mostly bc she was like “Jean looks good in red hair I wonder if I could”

Jean Grey

How old is Jean

She’s like in her early 30s I think

so she most definitely listens to like 80s 90s hip hop

I don’t know why I just feel it in my bones

Like she loves no-dignity

I know she’s married to Scott or whatever

But she definitely “experimented” in her earlier years

She wore contacts for a hot minute

Just to change her eye colors

She most definitely had a punk phase

Like I just imagine it

this is weird but she has a forever bracelet

those ones that never come off

I don’t know why

Also her primary social she uses is instagram

she’s and insta baddie

Idk why

Sean Cassidy

I love him

He definitely makes dad puns

“I’m hungry”

“Hi hungry I’m Banshee”

I feel like he’s sorta everyone’s father figure

Like they go to him for advice

He does give the best advice though

He sings to himself in the shower

Bro has a majestic voice

His favorite color is purple

I just get that vibe for him

He is the master at karaoke

He’s an even better singer when he’s drunk

Though he hardly gets drunk

It’s very rare

Scott Summers

Whether you like or you don’t like him he’s number one

Bro is tiktoks resident dilf

Like Scott has like 10 million followers

He’s got those 13 year olds simping for him

His love language is acts of service and gifts

Like he loves giving gifts to Jean

Jean and Scott’s are a power couple

The people love them

Theres multiple edits of him

He likes every one of them

Sometimes he’ll duet them

He loves the attention

Phobia of spiders

Homie jumps on the counter when he sees one

One time he tried to kill it with his lasers but it just destroyed the kitchen

He loves Star Wars

Bro is a little nerd

anyways the end I hoped you liked it, it’s kinda short

#marvelcomics #marvel #xmen headcanon #xmen #x men evolution #x men fanfiction #jubilation lee #jubilee #jean grey #marvel girl #Phoenix #scott summers #cyclops #banshee #sean cassidy #head canon

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simpforfandoms · 1 year

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Here with me

a/n: I got my wisdom teeth out and I’m high on pain killers rn so I don’t know what this is also it's been like a year since I've last uploaded I've just haven't had the motivation whoops. Also requests are open so please request I'm running out of ideas.

pairing: dick grayson x fem!reader (probably could be read as gender neutral)

summary: reader got broken up with by a text of all things

genre: angst, hurt with comfort, tooth-rotting fluff at the end

word count: 2665

warnings: language, not proofread

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“you’re nice and all but I don’t think this is going to work out.”

You’re heart drops. You read the text over and over again. Guess he lives up to his name. What kind of person ends it over text? You don’t know how to respond. A million thoughts at once fill your head. Do you respond with a whole ass paragraph begging him not to leave you? Do you call him? Do you run over to his work? What the fuck do you do? Your finger hovers over the call button. If you call him would he even answer? What could you do to salvage this relationship? It wouldn’t be the same if you could fix the relationship. Doubt would fill your brain. More doubt than you already had. In retrospect, you should’ve seen this coming. Dick Grayson is a beautiful human sent from the heavens above. And you? Well, you’re just you. It was stupid of you to think that a guy like him could ever love a gal like you. You check the time.

5:48

You know Dick can see that you read the text for almost six minutes now. You freak out and reply with the first thing you could think of.

“Okay”

He reads it almost instantly.

And just like that, it’s over. Almost a three-year-long relationship. Down the fucking drain. It’s funny it seemed like only 2 hours ago he was telling you how much he loved you and missed you. Where did you go wrong? You’ve done nothing but been there for him. You’ve been a good girlfriend. Maybe not the best. Definitely not Barbara. Barbara. Her name brings a funny taste to your tongue. A pit in your stomach forms. She’s everything you’re not and more. He probably reconnected with her and realized that he’s better off with her. Oh my fucking god why can’t you be better. Be better. Be fucking better. So many words that you want to say to him. Please being the most frequent one. You want to cry. Scream. Anything. But you can’t. It’s like you’re paralyzed. You’re hands are shaking as you find the caller ID and quickly push it.

“hey what’s up?”

“me and dick broke up?” You say it almost like a question.

“What oh my god! What happened?!?! I’ll kill him”

“Babs I need you to be completely honest.” You say gulping, “did you have anything to do with it?”

“No of course not,” she says

Of course she didn’t. She might be Dick’s ex but she wouldn’t betray you. A part of you hates yourself for ever thinking that.

“I’m coming over right now” you hear a muffled voice in the background but before you could ask she hangs up.

Weird but you didn’t have time to focus on that. You just got dumped. You can’t say you didn’t see it coming. You don’t know what hurts worse, being broken up with or believing that for once you were worthy of love. People say that “you accept the love you think you deserve.” If that’s true than why the hell were you and dick together. Dick is the most perfect boyfriend. Maybe it was all a mask. Maybe he didn’t actually love you. A small part of you hope that its not true, but the logical more realistic part know that it was all just a fantasy. A beautiful fantasy, but a fantasy nevertheless. You wish you could cry. You feel like everyone else in this situation would cry. Maybe it’s because you’re still in denial. You’re still hoping for Dick to say this is some sick joke.

•

1 hour earlier

“You don’t understand I love her!” Dick retorts.

“Dick you don’t understand. Y/n’s a civilian. Telling her, hell even dating her puts her at risk. I am ordering you, not asking you, to break up with her.” Bruce says.

Dick takes a long exaggerated sigh. Leave it to Bruce to turn innocently declaring that he was going to propose into a full-blown argument. His brothers sit and watch patiently. As if they’re waiting for a lion to attack. Barbara, on the other hand, is waiting for a chance to speak. After all, you are her best friend, she has to do everything she can to prevent you from getting hurt. By that, she means mentally. She has no doubt in her mind that Dick can protect you. Honestly, she found it heartwarming that Dick had come to her for the approval of the engagement ring. She only regrets suggesting that he tells Bruce.

“Bruce I’m not a kid anymore you can’t boss me around.”

“Think about all the people we have lost because they knew our identity. If you truly loved this girl you would set her free.”

Dick mutters something under his breathe. Barley auditable. Something along the lines of “I don’t want to”

•

knock

You don’t bother to answer the door you know it’s Barbara. You know she has a key.

“Oh honey I’m so sorry!” She says as she runs over to hug you.

“It’s okay it’s not like your the reason he broke up with me.”

You notice a falter in Barbara’s face. She showed a tinge of guilt but as quickly as it appeared it went away.

“I know but I’m still sorry” she says.

“Y’know it’s funny Babs I thought I was gonna marry him. For a moment there I thought he felt the same. It was stupid of me. I turned a blind eye to him coming home late all the time. It shouldn’t have been such a big shock. I guess in the back of my mind i always knew there was someone else. I guess I should pack up my shit and get the fuck out of here. I don’t think I can handle looking into eyes without crumbling.” Tears begin to fall.

Barbara does nothing more than squeeze you tighter. A reassuring comfort that it’s not your fault. You know she knows something you don’t know and only wish she could tell you, but you also know that maybe she won’t tell you to keep you safe. You think about, if she knows that dick broke up with you because of someone else, maybe she’s just saving all the pain that comes with feeling you’re not enough. But she also has to know that you already feel your not enough. You pull away from the hug to look her in her eyes. Searching for answers. You grab her hands in yours.

“Babs if you know something I don’t please tell me, I know you want to protect me but please I assure you that I already have self doubt and if you tell me that there was for sure someone else all that could bring is closure. So please for the love of god tell me.”

She suddenly pulls away breaking eye contact.

“No! It’s not that- it’s uh. It’s all my fault Y/n. I’m so sorry.” She says in a hush voice covering her face in guilt.

As if your heart couldn’t possibly break it more, it feels betrayal.

“Babs were you the other woman?” You say not understanding.

“Oh my god of course not.” She turns her head to look at you. “I would never ever do that to you”

“Then how is it your fault?” You question confusion mixed with sadness on your face.

She turns away again.

“It’s just- oh god. I promised dick I wouldn’t tell you.” She closes her eyes and gulps. “A week ago Dick came to me asking to help pick out an engagement ring for you. He was going to propose.” She then looks at you searching for any reaction.

“He was? I don’t get it then why would he break up with me?”

“I convinced him that he should tell Bruce and all, thinking that Bruce would want to know. It ended up turning into a big argument. In the end Bruce convinced him to break up with you.” She sighs once again looking at your confusion ridden face.

“I still don’t get it. Bruce loves me. Why wouldn’t he want Dick to marry me?” You question.

“What Dick does for a living is dangerous.”

“I’m fine with him being a cop, he knows that.”

“No, it’s not just that. What we all do for a living is dangerous. Bruce likes you, he does. At first, he didn’t think you and Dick would last so he never thought that your relationship would get to the point where Dick would have to tell you the truth, but Dick had other plans. So when Dick told him he wanted to marry you, well-“ She stops taking a deep breath, “Bruce knew that marrying you would mean Dick would have to tell you the truth. So he told Dick that the only way to keep you safe was to break it off and if he truly loved you he would set you free.”

“How is any of that your fault?” You ask.

“Well after Dick stormed away I followed him to convince him not to break up with you. But he wouldn’t budge. He believed it would be selfish to continue your relationship while putting you jeopardy. He sacrificed his own happiness for your safety. He said he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if something ever happened to you. I knew he wouldn’t budge so I at least tried to get him to break up with you in person but he knew if he saw you he would never be able to do it. You called me after it happened Dick begged me not to tell me anything but here we are” She finishes with tears in her eyes.

“None of that is your fault, Babs.” You say as you pull her into a hug.

She chuckles dryly, “I’m the one who should be comforting you.”

You both laugh through the tears.

“I still have one question though. What does he do for a living?”

Barbara stops laughing and contemplates telling you. She eventually stares you in the eyes and says barley above a whisper “he’s nightwing”

Though you barley heard it, you’re eyes widened. Suddenly everything made sense. The late nights. The excessive bruises. The leaving dates early. It was like the final piece of the puzzle.

“Where is he?” You say though you already know the answer.

You get up from the couch, grab your keys and are almost out the door til you hear babs say “Y/n please don’t tell him I told you”

You stop for a moment and say, “Thank you Babs” and rush out the door.

•

“Dude I can’t believe you actually listened to the old man” Jason says.

“I don’t need your shit Jason.” Dick mumbles on the Wayne manor sofa.

“I’m just saying, you’re in love with her. Everyone can see that.”

“That’s why I had to!” Dick yells, standing up.

Jason stands back, seemly pushing Damian in front of him as if it’s his turn to talk some sense into Dick.

“What Todd is trying to say is, it’s absurd that you of all people would take Father’s advice about love seeing how miserable he is.” Damian states.

“Ya, Bruce doesn’t know shit about relationships, even I can see that” Duke chimes in from across the room, not even looking up from his book.

"You wanna know why he can't seem to keep a relationship? Because he lets his fear consume him." Tim says bluntly.

"Yeah take Tim for example isn't he dating a civilian? Benard? Nothing has happened to him" Jasons says.

"Well, I wouldn't say nothing" Tim replies.

"Shut up, I'm trying to make a point." Jason sighs, "He's not dead is he?"

"Yeah, Tim and Benard seem to be going strong," someone chimes in from the doorway.

That voice. Dick could recognize that voice anywhere. They all turn to look at you. Jason is the first one that turns back towards Dick.

"See y/n gets it." He shrugs

"Yeah, I do."

There is a moment of silence. The silence is so loud. The tension so thick. The boys seem to notice this and walk away. Jason gives Dick a look that reads, "Don't fuck this up, lover boy"

When the boys all leave the room, leaving you and Dick alone, you walk towards him. Dick's piercing blue eyes stare into yours. Almost questioning you, as to say "what are you doing here".

"You didn't really think I'd let you break up with me over text, did you?" You smile.

Dick can't help it, he smiles back. Even though it's silent, you both are saying a million words to each other. He can look into your eyes for eternity. He can't believe he broke up with you without getting to see those gorgeous eyes again. But as much as he wants to keep looking, he can't, he knows if he does, he'll come running back to you. He knows if he does that, he'll never see those pretty eyes again. The reality of the matter hits him. He breaks eye contact, turning away and crossing his arms, as a way to say "please leave". You however have other plans. You come closer to him barely an inch away from him. You take his face into your hands and turn his head towards you. He tightly closes his eyes.

"Dick, please look at me." You say.

"I can't," he whispers.

"Why?"

He sighs closing his eyes even tighter. "You know why."

You silently remove your hands from his face, sliding them down to his chest. You sigh, about to remove your hands completely until he untucks his arms and lightly grabs your wrists. He looks down, finally looking into your eyes.

"Please don't go yet," He says.

"Dick I need you to tell me the truth"

You search his eyes for a sign, anything at all. What you find is remorse.

"Y'know I love you" You say

"I know."

"Dick you can tell me anything"

He sighs, "You already know the truth"

"But I need to hear it from you"

He sighs again, this time deeper. He stares into your eyes almost pleading with you so he won't have to say it because if he does it makes all of this a reality. The harsh reality that he'll either have to love you from afar, or put you in jeopardy because of him. He'd rather stay here with you in complete bliss. As long as he's with you he's complete. He can't imagine you gone. Alive but gone or dead and gone. He wishes things were simpler. In another time or maybe another universe, he thinks.

"I'm Nightwing"

You burst you laughing. Making Dick confused, but he couldn't help but start chuckling with you.

"My fiance's Nightwing" You start singing.

When you eventually catch your breath, Dick seems to have an even more confused face.

"What?" You question.

"Fiance?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Well yeah but only if you want to be" You smile sheepishly.

Instead of replying Dick swoops you up and kisses you. Not like any other kiss you've had with him, it was one filled with passion. All of the love left unsaid was poured into the kiss. Any doubt that either of you had was solved. When you finally break apart, you two are panting resting your forehead on each other. Dick casually slips an engagement ring on your finger. To which you pull away to look at.

"Oh, Dick it's beautiful!" You gush.

"You have Babs to thank for that," He says pulling you in for another kiss.

You're the love of his life, and he's yours. You know what you're getting yourself into but ultimately you'd rather die having him by your side than not at all. As long as you're with him you've got a smile on your face.

#dick grayson x you #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #bruce wayne #x reader #angst #dick grayson angst #hurt/comfort #dick grayson hurt/comfort #dick grayson fluff #duke thomas #jason todd #barbara gordon #tim drake #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson one shot

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Could you do a tim drake x reader bookstore date where the reader is really excited and Tim is just sleep deprived. If it’s to specific that’s fine

my dog died right when I was in the middle of my epic comeback. So epic comeback take 2 I guess. Just a quick drabble to get me out of this slump. Also hope you like it!

word count: 459

pairing: Tim Drake x reader

warnings: bad writing

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"Tim, are you even listening?" Your voice filled the halls of the bookshelves.

"hmm."

"I'm worried about you," concern laced your voice.

"About what," Tim says as he goes to lean on a shelf but finds nothing there, and instead falls to the ground.

"That."

"I meant to do that, I'm just checking the floor for rat feces,"

"Here let me help you up, then we can go back to the manor," You lend a hand to him. Gratefully he takes it.

"We're not gonna go back to the manor, let's have fun. Look at books and stuff." Tim states as holds your hand lovely.

"Tim, I would love that but you really need sleep, maybe another time."

"No! We've said that the past five times, I can stay awake, I promise!"

"If you say so." You give him a quick kiss on the lips and then drag him off to explore the rest of the store.

...

The rest of the day consisted of you putting books that you liked in Tim's hand. He tried his hardest to stay awake and for the most part, it worked. By the time you guys were rung up, Tim has half asleep and gave the clerk a $100 tip.

"You do know you don't give tips in bookstores right?" You chuckle as you lead him to the car.

"Mhm." Tim tries to go to the driver's side but you stop him.

"Tim, honey, you are in no state to drive."

"Y/nnnnn-" Tim's caught off with a yawn.

You give him a look. He mumbles a 'fine' and walks over to the passenger side.

The ride back to the manor was mostly silent, except for Tim's soft snoring. When you get to the manor you look over to Tim, who's still asleep. You couldn't wake him up from his much-needed sleep. So kinda sorta just left him in the car. He's a vigilante, he'll be fine. What's the worst that could happen.

"L/n, I presume the date went well. Where's Drake?" Damian greets you at the front door.

"Uhhhhh"

"You left him in the car." Damian deadpans.

Damian steps out of the comfort of the manor and goes to the car. You rush over to stop him, but you're too late. Damian starts to pound on the window.

"Wake up Drake, Father says you have to watch me!" Damian yells but to no avail.

You try to think of something to get him to not wake up Tim.

"Wait! Damian, wanna see my new books?" You shout at the young boy.

Damian turns his head like a dog that had just heard a doorbell.

"Fine. But only because you have super taste," He mutters.

You just smile and lead him inside.

...

#tim drake x reader #tim drake #tim drake x you #tim drake imagine #drabble #fluff #dccomics #batman #batfam

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I saw that you write for marvel and if x-men are in that can you do headcanons for dating each of the x-men? Well not like all of them but some of them.

Headcanon’s for Dating X-Men

anon didn’t state which ones to do so I took creative liberty. I like doing head canons, i don’t have to write as formal

includes: Scott Summer, Jean Grey, (Young) Charles Xavier, Anna Marie and, Remy LeBeau

warnings: swearing, some self-doubt, bad grammer?

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Scott Summers

starting off with my bae

jk he’s all yours

he puts on a strong facade but when you guys are alone he a little teddy bear

always wanting to cuddle

always wanting to hold you

Always wanting to kiss you

But when you’re in front of the team?

It’s a whole different story

He gives you the cold shoulder

Acts like you don’t even exist

He says it’s for safety reasons

“The bad guys can’t know we’re together or else they’re target you to get to me”

But when you try to ask why he won’t even talk to you around the team because they aren’t bad guys

He claims that he can’t trust them

some part of you believes that he just wants to seem like an eligible bachelor

The people that know of your relationship is Charles and Logan

Charles is a given

Logan walked in on you and Scott making out

He promised not to tell anyone if you two promised not to be so loud

Logan needs his sleep man

Anyways because of Scott keeping the relationship a secret you’ve become insecure

As if you weren’t already

Everytime you try to bring up your concerns he dismisses it

You insecurities have gotten so bad that you begin to distance yourself from everyone

I mean even just seeing them makes you compare yourself to them

Of course Scott notices right away

Because you weren’t only distancing from the rest of the team but from him too

So of course homie tracked you down

Like he actually tracked you down because you have invisible powers (wow shocker)

Anyways so he cornered you after a meeting

“Why are you avoiding me”

“How can I avoid you if you don’t even talk to me in the first place Summers?”

There was people around so against your better judgement you kept the facade

“C’mon Y/n really? This is what this is about?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Now if you excuse me I have places to be and people to meet”

You were being difficult

But honestly I can’t blame you

So Scott did the only logical thing

He kissed you

Right in front of everyone

You were shocked

“About time” Logan says

when he finally pulled away from the kiss he said that he loved you

Awwwwwwww

Well now your relationship was public

So you stopped distancing yourself

But also you were still insecure

After a while you told Scott about your worries

So every now and then he has to remind you how perfect you are

Also Scott doesn’t really like PDA so him kissing you infront if the team was like a one time thing

Until you and him were in life threatening danger

But that’s a story for another hour

Jean Grey

now onto Jean

let’s just pretend that she didn’t out Bobby for the sake of these headcanons

Jean absolutely adores you

Like sometimes she’ll just stare into your eyes

Unlike Scott she wasn’t one to hide your relationship from the team

but she didn’t exactly tell them

Like she would hug you and cuddle with you infront of them

But they didn’t really peice it together

They just thought you guys were really close

It wasn’t until she got the Phoenix that the team found out

like for some reason it made her incredibly confident

So i mean she just randomly grabbed your face and kissed you

You didn’t really mind

The team was kinda shocked

When the shabloom went down you were there to comfort her and kiss you

after she learned to control the phoenix she was still confident

Like she still would just randomly kiss you in front of the team

During training

During teaching

during meals

And not like pecks

Like full on make out sessions

It got so bad one time that Charles had to put you too in the same room so you wouldn’t have so much pent up tension

if you know what I mean ;)

Anyways you and Jean were perfect for each other

If anyone dared touched you she would rip them to shreds

metaphorically

unless you like actually died

Then the whole world would burn

You would do the same for her

You two match each other’s energy and it’s perfect

I would say more but

I’m saying more you fools

If you’re a woman

Kurt said that he wanted a threesome with you and jeans

Which resulted in 2 bitch slaps

One from Jean

One from you

The disrespect

Then of course as you and Jean were walking away you said

“Hey let’s have a threesome with Scott”

“Oh come on”

(Young) Charles Xavier

You weren’t a mutant

You were simply his next door neighbor (and best friend)

When you found out he was mutant you obviously didn’t care

When you found out he had been taking care of raven you supported him

Kinda hurt because of how him and raven were close

But supportive non the less

When he had explained to you the idea of Charles Xavier school for gifted youngsters you supported him

You even moved in with him

His logic was that he needed his best friend by his side

So you have always been supportive of him

When he told you about the X-Men you were hesitant

“Are you sure that’s a good idea Charles?”

“Trust me on this Y/n”

“Ok.”

And so you did

All the x-men were nice

However you didn’t exactly like how Erik constantly said that you were scum

But you could deal with it (for the most part)

One day it had gotten bad though

“Why are you even here Y/n? You’re useless. Utterly and completely useless.”

You just sat there and took his shit

He had started to blow up on you because you used the last of milk

no body else was around to witness it

“Y’know what Erik, you’re right. I am useless. I’m leaving.”

You walked out of the room and the building

are you okay y/n?

Charles get out of my head, we made an agreement

I sensed that you were feeling down

I’m leaving

Why?

Get out of my head and come talk to me

Charles showed up not even 10 seconds later

“If you were so close why didn’t you just talk to me normally”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

You stared into his eyes

Then his lips

Then his eyes

Then his lips

Charles just kiss me already

Then he did

After that it was smooth surfing

Well until you got caught in the crossfire

And instead of Charles getting hit

You did

And died

But hey Charles could still walk

Anna Marie (Rogue)

you first met rogue while at Xavier's

It was like love at first sight

well for you

Anna on the other hand avoided you

which was weird

because you practically had the same powers

well not really

you could mimic powers and skills by sight

while rogue could absorb powers and strength by touch for long periods of time

you could only mimic them as long as their in your eyesight

anyways you practically followed rogue around everywhere

trying to get her attention

she just never talked to anyone but charles

when Charles finally classified you and rogue as apart of the x-men you were thrilled

rogue seemed to be too

on your first mission she finally talked to you

"you're pretty cool"

"so are you"

You smiled as you defeated the next villian

after that you and rogue continue getting closer and closer till you too finally revealed feeling for one another

Rogue was to scared to do anything that could result in skin to skin contact

so all you really did was hand holding

until you convinced her to kiss you

"are you sure about this"

"100% percent"

"then why do we have to do it infront of everybody"

"incase something goes wrong"

"but you're 100% sure"

"Look hank says that my powers will cancel out yours and we'll be fine as long as I keep my eyes open"

"Just kiss already!" Jean shouts

and with that, you lean in and kiss Anna

it was as magical as you expected

and nothing went wrong

now anna wasn't afraid to touch you

life was good

Remy LeBeau (Gambit)

you met remy on the streets

you thought he was a prostitute at first

but turns out he was just recruiting you to be a part of the x-men

"I think, I'll pass"

"C'mon darling we could really use someone with your skills"

"Are you sure you're not a prostitute?"

He laughs and hands you a card

"Call me if you change your mind"

The interaction kept replaying in your head

so you called him

you became a part of the x-men

yay

anyways you were sparring with gambit

when things got a little heated

like a tad

"What the fuck was that? You do that out in the field and you're gonna end up six feet under."

"Oh please, don't act like you give a fuck!"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm done sparring with you, I'm gonna go find a different partner. Maybe Scott."

"We're not done here y/n!"

"Yeah, we are!"

You storm off to your room where you find jean

"You gotta fix the sexual tension between you and Remy. It's literly killing me!"

"What tension?"

"You're not dumb y/n, figure it out."

As she walks out, Remy walks in

"I do care about you"

You hum in response

"m'sorry"

"ugh. just kiss me already."

Then you kiss

mwah

anyways you and Remy date

Unlike Scott, he's really one for PDA

like we're talking kisses out of nowhere

he constantly reminds you that you're his

and you remind him that you're not an object

but you like it

anyways happily ever after

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more Beyoncé and Tim. My two loves 🤭🤭🤭and ur my third if u do it 🫡

I care

I ❤️ Beyoncé

I’ll take any excuse I can get to write while listening to Beyoncé, anyways stream break my soul by Beyoncé. Also, is this classified as a song fic? Inspired by 'I Care' by Beyoncé.

paring: Older!Tim Drake x Fem!Reader

genre: angst with a happy ending

summary: reader cares for her and Tim's relationship, he doesn't, or does he?

word count: 2.1K

warnings: toxic relationship? drunk tim, bad grammer

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This is the fifth time this month that Tim has ruined a date. The first four times were just him forgetting them and not showing up, but this time was much worse. Tim had promised he'd show up to this one. Technically, he did keep his promise. You got all dolled up, Tim got home early from patroling and you both left the house together, so he couldn't bail on you. You had planned to tell him how his missing all your dates affected the relationship and you did tell him.

"-I mean, c'mon how can you not see that we're drifting apart. A relationship is supposed to be 50/50 not-" You noticed that he wasn't even looking at you. He was looking at his phone.

I told you how you hurt me, baby

"Tim! are you even listening?"

He hummed in response, while still focused on texting whoever he was texting.

"What did I just say?" You asked sternly.

He finally looked up, "What? Sorry, I gotta go. Duty calls!" He chuckled and then kissed your cheek. "Bye, love ya, I'll see you at home!" and with that, he turned and left.

"Wait! Tim how will I get home!" You shouted at him, but he had already left the restaurant.

but you don't care

Not only had Tim abandoned you but he left you with no way to get home and no way to pay for the food. So here you were, washing dishes to pay for the meal, that you didn't even get to finish. See how this is way worse than Tim just bailing on you?

"You missed a spot sweet cheeks" A cook tells you.

"Yeah well sorry" You say with an attitude

"Hey don't blame me for your date ditching you"

And with that down came the tears.

"Oh god please don't cry, it's bad for business. Look consider your debt repaid, now leave!" The cook says with a jersey accent.

The cook pushes you out the back door and you slip and fall onto the muddy gravel. Great now it's raining, your brand new dress is ruined, your makeup is running, and your heels are killing your feet. Worst date ever. How the hell are you supposed to get home. You could get a taxi but you have no money and plus half the taxi drivers in Gotham are pervs. You walk around the building to get to the street side.

You notice that there's a fire in the distance and police sirens, that's probably why Tim had to go. Still doesn't make it hurt any less. You walk down the sidewalk till you find a bus bench. That’s when you finally let yourself cry. How could you be so stupid? Of course, something would come up and Tim would have to leave!

now I'm crying and deserted, baby

"Jesus Christ, Y/n, you look like shit!" You hear a familiar voice.

You look up and see red hood, great Tim's brother.

"Tell me about it" You mumble

"Do you need a ride home?" Jason asks

"Why aren't you over there?" You point to the sirens in the distance.

He shrugs, "Gotham's petty villains tend to strike in the shadows when one of the rougues causes a big scene"

You give him a look

"Okay maybe I got into a fight with Batman and he told me to go. Tomato, Tamoto."

You hum in response.

"Let's get you home"

...

As you open the door you're greeted with Tim, watching tv and sipping coffee.

"What took you so long?" He says not even looking up

but you don't care

"Wouldn't you like to know?" You say as you start walking to the bedroom.

He finally turns around and gets a good look at you.

"Jesus Christ, What happened? Wait. Is that Jason's jacket?"

"Is that seriously what you care about right now!" You shouted as you walked into the bedroom locking the door.

"Y/n talk to me," Tim says as he tries to open the door.

He's met with the sound of you turning on the shower.

"Well fuck you too!" He shouts.

ain't nobody tell me this is love

When you finally get out of the shower you hear Tim talking with someone. You quickly throw on some pajamas and walk out of the bedroom. You see time talking to a blonde girl, who looks oddly like Tim's ex.

"Who are you talking to?" You ask as you walk over to Tim.

"Oh! You must be Y/n! I've heard so much about you!" The girl runs over and hugs you.

You end the hug abruptly.

"Sorry I've kinda had a bad day" You utter

"Oh it's fine I totally get it! I'm Stephanie by the way! But you can call me Steph all my friends do!" she holds out her hand

"I'm Y/n" You smile and take her hand.

Tim coughs. You both turn to him.

"As much as this is delightful, I believe Steph was just leaving, weren't you Steph?" Tim gives a look to Steph.

"I guess, oh wait Y/n, do you have Jason's jacket? He asked me to get it for him which was a huge mistake because I'm gonna dye it pink!" She chuckles.

You grab the jacket and give it to her.

"Thanks!" she turns and leaves but not before saying "If Tim is ever mean to you, call me!"

When she shuts the door Tim walks over to you and hugs you.

"I'm sorry you had a bad day"

"Don't worry about it"

when you're immune to all my pain

He pulls away and kisses your forehead, "Well I've had a long day, I'm gonna go take a shower and go to bed." He then walks away.

What a night.

...

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you!!!" Tim screams at you

You two were just at a Wayne gala. Ubenost to you there was a drug lord that the bat family had been trying to catch for months. The plan was that they would each try to get evidence of him talking about his drugs. The person was talking to Tim and you and you noticed he was reaching for his gun holster. So you 'accidentally' spilled your drink on him, causing him to go home.

"I was trying to protect you!" You shout back in between sobs.

"Newsflash y/n, I don't need protecting! You compromised the mission. Now we have to wait another month till we can finish it! God you're so fucking useless"

"I'm sorry, okay! And if I'm so useless then maybe we shouldn't be together!" You manage to say.

"yeah maybe." Tim mumbles and walks away

I need you to tell me this is love

"Hey Steph, I need a place to stay for a while."

...

You start packing your bags. Tim walks out of the bathroom and notices.

"What are you doing?"

"Leaving."

"Why?" He pushes

"There's no point in me being here." You turn to look at him.

He notices your bloodshot eyes and tears stains. His eyes almost show remorse. For a split second, you almost think he's going to fight for you.

"If that's what you think" He says then turns to leave.

"Why don't you ever care?" You say under your breath.

You know he hears you because he flinches but he doesn't respond.

you don't care and that's okay

...

Staying at Stephanie's wasn't ideal but it will do. Plus you already knew her roommate, Cass.

"So get this, the whole time Tim was dating this girl, Ari, he was also dating me! And I didn't find out till after we broke up!" Steph shouts.

Cass shakes her head in disappointment.

"I never pegged Tim as the cheating type." You say

"Ehhhh, he's definitely changed since he's been with you."

Cass nods her head in agreement.

"You think? He acts like a huge dick sometimes. I think he secretly hates me."

"Tim's not good with expressing his emotions, non of his family." Steph shrugs

"I guess, should I call him?" You say grabbing your phone.

Cass slaps your phone out of your hand.

"Absolutely not," Cass says.

"Agreed it's only been 76 hours, 12 minutes, and 34 seconds," Steph says.

"Have you been timing me?" You question.

"It's for a science experiment. I want to see how long it takes Tim to make the first move. It took him 3 months to get back with me."

"Are you saying it's gonna take 3 months for him to make the first move? I'm calling him."

Well I care

"Don't you dare y/n," Cass states

Just as you're about to call Tim, you get a call from him.

"New record!" Steph yells in triumph.

You quickly hush her and answer it.

"Put it on speaker" Cass whispers.

You oblige.

"Heyyyyyy y/n/nnnnnn" He slurs

"Are you drunk?" You quickly question.

"Pffft. Nooooo."

Steph gives you a look.

"Tim, what do you need?"

"You. I mean like because you're the best thing that's ever happened to me and I took that for granted, y'know? I don't know. I don't know anything anymore. All I know is that I want you." Tim says more composed.

"You're drunk." You say again.

Stephanie interrupts, "drunk words are sober thoughts".

"who's there? is it Steph? I bet it's Steph. Steph quit trying to take y/n from me. She's mine. I found her fair and square."

"Shut up Tim. First of all, she's not an object. Second of all, as if I would ever have your sloppy seconds. No offense y/n."

"Non-taken?"

"Y/nnnn." Tim slurs again

Cass can barely hold in her laugh.

"What Tim?"

"I'm coming over," Tim states as a matter of fact.

"No, you're not, I'm coming over."

With that, the line goes dead.

"Great."

"Well, what are doing here? Go get him, tiger!" Steph shouts as she pushes you off the couch.

You let out a groan and leave the apartment.

...

knock

"Tim, you in there?" You shout through the door for the millionth time

I know you don't care too much

You really didn't want to use your key because you felt it was an invasion of privacy, but given the circumstances, you had no other choice.

"I'm coming in!" You shout as you walk into your once shared apartment.

The smell of cheap beer instantly fills your nostrils. You look around and notice all the blinds are closed and barely any light seeps through.

"Tim!" You call

You hear a groan coming from the couch.

"For the last time Dick, I am fine" Tim says as he sits up.

"Wait, y/n!!!!" He gets up and runs over to you.

"Hey" You utter

Tim grabs you to hug. He then pulls back to meet you eye to eye. You get a good look at him. He looks like shit. Eye bags. Five o'clock shadow. Blood-Shot eyes. He grabs your face.

"I can't believe you came back! I'm so sorry. I promise to never miss a date again. I love you so much!" Tim says in between breathes.

"I love you too"

Tim goes in to kiss you but you stop him. He gives you a puppy dog look.

"Tim, you look like shit, smell like shit, and probably feel like shit. Let's get you sober then we can talk." You state.

"So you don't love me anymore?" He looks at you with a heart broken face.

"Fine. One peck,"

His face lights up as he gives you a quick kiss. You then drag him to the bathroom and get him to take a shower. While he's doing that you clean up the apartment. When he's done he lays down in the bed and begs you to cuddle with him. You do.

...

You wake up intertwined in Tim's arm. Instead of leaving to go make breakfast or something, you look at him sleeping. It's probably when he's the most peaceful.

"Are you just gonna continue staring at me or what?" Tim mumbles.

"Ehhh, I think I'm gonna leave and go live with Steph and Cass for eternity," You say back and you get up to leave but Tim pulls you back.

"Y'know everything I said last night I meant," Tim whispers into your ear.

"I don't remember what you said. Please do repeat it," You say with a smile.

"Well if you must know-" kiss "- I said" kiss "that I" kiss "care" he said in between kisses.

"Well, I care too" You whisper.

I still care

...

This is probably bad but idc. I wanted to so badly end this on a bad not but then I was like "I would feel like I need to make a part 2" so then I was like "what if I had the reader end up with Steph?" but then I was like "eh that wasn't the request" so you get this.

#tim drake x you #tim drake x reader #tim drake #tim drake imagine #batfam #batman #dccomics #angst #fluff #angst with a happy ending #timothy drake #oneshot #drabble #reader insert #robin #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #batfamily #tim drake angst

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