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yeahimcal · 2 months

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Bad News (Terry McGinnis)

“Terry McGinnis is bad news, you don’t want to mess with him.” was the first thing you heard about him.

“He’s a bad boyfriend. Skips dates, flakes on plans, always has weird bruises is and really tired. None of his partners have ever caught him cheating, but he definitely does.” Was the next several things, all said in a hushed whisper as you were ushered past the black-haired boy in question.

He certainly didn’t… look like bad news. You’d dated guys who were bad news before, and very few of them had looked like Terry. Acted like him, either.

He was nice. He had helped you with your homework when you cried at the study tables in the library, smoothing a soothing hand over your shoulder blades almost unconsciously as he walked you through your chemistry exam study guide. He’d given you some gum, a smile, and a pat on the back before he promptly fell asleep on the table in the back corner of the library, snoring softly.

You’d slid your number into his hand when you left, and that was it for a while. He didn’t text. You saw each other in passing, and he’d smiled and you’d smiled, but nothing more.

Until you’d gotten the call.

“Hey.” He breathed into the speaker, his voice sounding oddly pained. “I’m sorry to call at this hour, but, uh, this… this isn’t really something I can call my mom for.”

He’d given you the address of an abandoned warehouse, begged you not to be freaked out when you got there, and hung up.

You went.

You didn’t really know why you went, for all you knew it was a really elaborate booty call or kidnapping scheme, but ten minutes later you parked next to the warehouse and slipped inside.

There, leaned up against a wall, bleeding and bruised, was Terry.

“You’re- you’re studying to be an EMT, right?” He asked with a pained smile that was supposed to be charming, gesturing to his wounds. “I figured you’d appreciate some hands-on experience.”

“What the hell?” You’d breathed, giving him a shocked look as you rushed to examine his wounds. “Terry, why didn’t you call the police?”

“Not the sharpest, are you.” Terry grunted in what might have been amusement, hissing as you poked and prodded him to see what was hurting. “Can’t call the police, they’d arrest me.”

“Arrest you?” You’d echoed, and then you took in his outfit. All black, with a red bat on the front. A cowl was clutched in his hand, the ends sharpening into little points. “Oh my god.”

“Yeah, I’m Batman.” Terry chuckled, but it was more at the look of shock on your face. He moved to sit up and then groaned, cringing and covering his wound. “Can you patch me up before I die here, please? Kinda called you for your specific set of skills.”

“You are so stupid.” You chided, but reluctantly dug around in your bag for hydrogen peroxide and bandages.

“And you’re old school, doc.” He breathed, smiling up at you cheekily. “You don’t carry those fancy little kits that heal people up on the spot?”

“They don’t sell them to anyone other than certified medical personnel.” You said, giving him a pointed glare and dousing his wound in hydrogen peroxide. “And I’m not a doctor.”

“Ah-” Terry hissed, tipping his head back and gasping in a little breath. … he was pretty. He was really pretty, and it was a little distracting. The voices of your friends rang out in the back of you head, warning you that he was trouble, but you couldn’t find it in you to listen when he swallowed thickly and turned to look at you, a lopsided smile on his pale face. “Same difference.” He breathed, chuckling.

You looked back at his wound, face flushed and feeling dizzy from the laps your brain was having to do to see Terry- scrawny, ‘bad boy’, Terry- as Batman. It seemed ridiculous, but his muscles were right there underneath your hands, tensing as you bandaged him up. He looked bigger than he did when you saw him in passing, stronger- when you saw him, he was always wearing bigger clothes that nearly dwarfed him, making him look smaller than he was. His hair was damp with sweat that ran down his face and made him look a little bit red, his lips parted as he breathed in air. He was gorgeous.

Suddenly, it made a little more sense why his exes had kept on giving him chances.

You worked quietly and efficiently, only sparing a few looks at your accidental patient before you finished patching him up.

“You should get that checked out at an actual hospital.” You said, helping him to his feet. “And I still don’t understand why you called me. We aren’t… friends.”

Terry shrugged, cupping your face in his hand and grinning a toothy smile at you. “Yeah, well, we definitely are now, doc.” He teased, tapping your nose and pushing away from you to head towards the doors opposite of where you’d parked. “Text me sometime and we can go out and get some drinks. I feel like you’ll be better company when you’re not crying over your study guides.”

He slipped the cowl on over his head and you could very nearly feel his stupid smile, which you already knew was going to get you in more trouble than you had bargained for, as he slipped out the doors and into the Gotham night.

When you walked back out to your car, it had a flat tire, and the window was broken.

… okay, maybe Terry was bad news.

#☀︎cal writes!#dc comics #terry mcginnis #batman beyond #Batman #terry mcginnis x reader #no use of y/n #dc x reader #First cal fic who cheered #I got very hit out of nowhere to write for this guy #I don’t even go here really #But he’s silly #Umm forcibly subjecting you all to my pretty terry agenda #Batman beyond x reader #I might make this a little series but I just thought terry who wants you so bad and emt reader who is so scared was a cute dynamic

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yeahimcal · 4 months

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Jason Todd who absolutely adores you, like beyond human emotions. He’s so quiet and stoic, but when you’re patching him up and icing his bruises, you can feel his eyes on you- softer than they’ve ever been before. He doesn’t spend money on himself, but he would rather die than go a day without buying you something to show you how much he loves you. He’s always touching you, always around, always has his eyes on you even in a crowded room.

He’s quiet in the way he loves you, just a little bit weird about it (he came back weird, it’s not his fault that his eyes glint in the dark like a cats or that he can stare at you for a long time without blinking, or that he forgets to breathe sometimes but especially when you smile at him, especially when you find his eyes in a room and push through to hold his hand).

But he loves you so much that it hurts sometimes, when he crawls into bed after patrol and you curl yourself around his big strong body, he can’t help but tear up a little bit and bury his face in your hair. His heart hurts when you whisper that you love him. He just can’t express in words how much he needs you, needed you his entire life.

Jason Todd who loves you more than humanly possible. Who would love you even if you held a gun to his head and pulled the trigger. Who would kill and die for you. Who would never let any harm come to you.

#♡cal’s favs♡#★cal’s headcanons #☀︎cal writes!#jason todd headcanon #jason todd #dc comics #red hood #jason todd :(#red hood headcanon #jason todd dc #red hood dc #arkham knight #arkham knight headcanon

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yeahimcal · 2 months

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Jason Todd is so much like a dog.

He’s fiercely loyal and he loves with his entire heart. He is built to protect. No matter how hard you try to get rid of him he will always come back.

He is mangy and feral and he bites the hand that feeds him. He’s difficult. His circumstances make him hard to love. He’s been in and out of shelters that are not kind to dogs who bark or growl or don’t trust easy. He can’t escape them.

He learns to be difficult because being difficult means that you get to leave faster. He barks his orders. He growls at people who threaten him. He doesn’t trust people. His owners think that he has to be kept on a short leash. He claws at his enemies and tears their throats out with his dog teeth. He goes for the jugular.

He will always find his way home. He is a pack animal. His body knows where his pack is even when his mind doesn’t. He’s got so many mangy behaviors and he’s mean and he attacks but he’s a guard dog at heart. He protects. His home is in Gotham and he will always be drawn back there because of the people who were kind when the rest of the world just saw a mangy dog that had been discarded.

Maybe his ears are tagged. Maybe his tail is docked. He’s been hurt for the sake of violence over and over. That does something to a dog. Jason’s bred to be a protector and a hero but one day the hurt and the abuse is too much and he gets scared and he snaps.

He’s a good dog. He didn’t mean to bite. He’s a good dog. But he’s still a puppy. He’s always going to be a puppy. He’s always going to be a little dog who has dreams of a family and comes into the world soft and gentle and blind with blunt claws and a tail that won’t stop wagging. He’s a puppy who will always be floppy-eared and waggy-tailed.

He’s a good dog. But he’s a bad person.

#Jason Todd #sorry this is probably incoherent #♡cal’s favs♡#I just… the imagery #Jason is so dog coded #red hood #dc comics #jason todd headcanon #Jason Todd DC comic #Batman #dc jason todd #☀︎cal writes!#dog imagery #Jason Todd but he’s got that dog in him (upsetting)#Jason Todd :(

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