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It Has Always Been You ~ Batman x Healing Powers!Reader

I wrote this, sort of because I really missed DCAU and the Justice League, sort of because I love the Batman cartoon shows, sort of because I wanted to have something written as a Christmas and End of the year present, sort of because I’m also this -><- close to reaching the 4k milestone ~ So, there you have it! I love the Batman cartoon version so much more than the Movie live action versions, and I can barely find Justice League related content in here. Tried my best :) Hope you enjoy it and Happy Holidays~!

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Summary: Reader is Batman’s childhood best friend and was there when his parents died. Though he has grown distant even from Reader, he still cherishes her deeply and sends her gifts to make her know he’s still there for her. But when Batman goes missing, can Reader get in contact with the Justice League and rescue him?

“Slow down, children, slow down. Bruce, you know Y/N will spend the night over, you two have all the time to play after dinner.” Bruce’s mum, Martha, hummed in amusement, clinging to her husband’s arm. “It’s alright, Martha, let them be. They’re not bothering anyone.” Thomas smiled dearly at his wife. “O, my masked vigilante hero! O, my Zorro! Come save your dear Elena de la Vega from the awful villain!” Y/N giggled at her best friend, twirling in that pretty dress of hers. “I shall save you, my dear Elena! But first, let us spar! En garde!” the two children rolled the flyers tightly and started playing sword-fight with them. “Ahh, okay, you win, you win. Damn - If I were stronger, I could hold you up like Zorro with Elena.” Bruce huffed, looking down. “That just means you have to remain my friend long enough for you to get strong like Zorro and do just that!” Y/N threw her arms around the boy’s neck, kissing his cheek, smiling as his cheeks flushed. “Yes, yes, yes! I’ll do just that! Just you wait - I’ll be taller than even dad, and stronger!” he laughed boastfully. “If you’re the strong one, that just means I’m the fast one, yes? You have yet to beat me in a speed contest.” her grin widened playfully, before slowly reaching her hand to his shoulder and tapping him all of a sudden. “Tag! You’re it, Zorro!” giggling cheerfully, Y/N started sprinting ahead, hearing Bruce chasing after her through the dark alley - Only to see the girl bump into a man, just a little shorter than his dad, but possibly just as strong, as he watched Y/N stumble backwards. The man caught her by the shoulder, stopping her from falling. “O-Oh... Forgive me, mister, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” she tried to take a step back, but the grip on her shoulder was beginning to hurt her. “U-Uhm... Please... Let me go.” looking up at the man towering over her, she not only saw his ugly, malicious face, but the glint of metal in the moonlight. Y/N squealed in panic, struggling to get away from him, but failing. “You’ve got quite the pretty necklace, pretty girl. How about you give it to me?” he sneered under his breath, and grinned disgustingly as he watched the girl tear up and shaking, but also nodding her head and reaching out to take the necklace off - Only for him to grab it before she could take it off and rip it off painfully, pushing her to the ground. “Y/N!” Bruce ran past the man and knelt to her side, gathering her up in his arms. “Did he hurt you?” “I-I’m fine!” she sniffled, though the burning around her neck from the necklace still hurt. “Now, how about the purse, lady? And the pearls.” the man threatened Bruce’s parents, this time, without shying away from hiding the pistol. “We are going to cooperate, mister. First, my wallet - Here, take it. Now let me take her necklace off...” but the gun went off before Thomas could retriever the necklace, and all the pearls fell to the ground, each with its own clink. “NO!” Martha watched horrified as her husband’s bloody, dead body fell to the wet, cobbled ground. “Bruce! Y/N! Run away! Now!” were her last words before she, too, succumbed to the irrational behaviour of the criminal. “Wallet, purse, necklace... Good bounty. Now, what else can I get before someone alerts the cops? Ah, yes. Boy! Gimme that watch!” the man approached the two frightened and stunned children whose eyes were peeled to the two fallen ones’ corpses on the ground. Still and unmoving. “NOW, BOY!” the man punched Bruce hard enough to knock him to the ground. “DON’T HURT HIM, YOU EVIL MAN!” Y/N jumped and clinged to his wrist, biting and clawing at him as hard as he could - The culprit let out a scream and dropped the gun to the ground. In his anger, he punched the little girl to the ground and mounted her petite form, strangling her. “You pathetic little worm, how DARE you attack me?! I’ll watch the life leave your eyes... Or maybe I should snatch the expensive dress off you first? I always had a thing for... Destroying and corrupting cute, innocent little things like you.” his laugh was going to haunt the two children for the rest of their lives. “R-Run... Br-Bruce...!” through her whimpers, tears and gasps for air, Y/N managed to struggle some words out. But the boy couldn’t leave his spot, glued to the wall, on the ground. “Y---.... Y/N... N-No...” he was trembling uncontrollably. “Daddy... Mummy... No... Y/N... Not you too...” Bruce was spiraling so hard, that he was only brought back to reality by another very loud, resounding gunshot. He stopped breathing. Y/N was dead. “Gah... So heavy... I can’t...” but... That was Y/N’s voice... How...?! “A bit of help, please...” focusing his gaze, he saw the criminal’s body flat and lame over Y/N’s small one. They were sitting in a pool of blood, as the girl tried to claw her way from underneath his disgusting body. But Bruce couldn’t move. Instead, people alerted by the there gunshots, and cops alike, came by and helped the little, crying girl. Bruce was useless. He could not speak a single word of what happened. The shock and trauma of being mugged, brutalized and having his parents killed before his very eyes were enough to shut his brain down. Instead, it was Y/N who spoke to the police as many times as it was needed, explaining the situation, the struggle - Everything, it perfect detail.

“Bruce. You can come stay with me and my family. O-Or, if you want to stay at your own home, with Alfred, just know that you can always come have sleepovers at mine. At if you want me to, I can come over any day and night you feel like it. Okay?” but the boy only nodded his head. The life and vitality were lost from his eyes, and since that day, Y/N realised that Bruce Wayne was never going to be the same sweet and energetic little boy that she knew. And who could blame him, really? Even she changed.

Y/N wasn’t outgoing and cheerful anymore either - Instead, she kept more to herself and became more or less anti-social. Not that she minded the company of people, but she preferred to stay alone, rather than surrounded by idiots who only gossip and bring nothing interesting to the conversation. She was done playing around with childish people... It was just... Exhausting and draining. And oh, how much of a nuisance her classmates can be.

She had hoped, at least, that her friendship with Bruce would remain as strong as it always was - Alas, it wasn’t that way. No matter how much she tried to either cling to him, or give him his very much needed space, he would never go out of his way to contact her, and even in school, he wouldn’t even look at her. Was she reminding him of his trauma? Of that awful night? Was he blaming her for running into that stranger and possibly triggering the events that unfolded?

No, her Bruce wasn’t like that. She was sure he wasn’t like that. After all, he still wore the special crush bracelet that she made for him - Every day, in fact - So he doesn’t hate her, he just needs his time. Still, she missed him dearly.

Though he was barely speaking to anyone, Y/N would always find little gifts either on her desk, in at home - And she needn’t any name on it, she knew who it was from. Be that chocolate on Valentine’s day, or a flower on women’s day, a festive gift for Christmas, or something grand for her birthday - It did not matter. Bruce never forgot about her, nor to write a few words on a pretty letter. He still cared for her so deeply - In fact, it was only her and Alfred that remained in his heart. There was only so much he could take in that small, little child heart of his.

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Bruce woke up with a jolt - Now, in a sitting position, he was panting for air, feeling the abundant sweat drip down his forehead. For how long was he going to have that dreadful nightmare? His whole life? It’s been decades now, can’t he get a rest already? It only seems to get worse around the time of important events, namely his or Y/N’s birthday or Christmas. He’d usually go and gaze at the old portraits of his parents, but it only felt bittersweet.

Returning to his bed and drinking a glass of water, he looks at the calendar. Just as he suspected, another year had already lapsed, and it was Y/N’s birthday. His head shifted slightly, and he spared a glance at the beautifully wrapped gift box on his desk. No matter how much he insisted, Alfred never let him wrap the gift himself, saying he wants to do something for the young Mistress... And always, he goes around, reproaching him for not calling her over more often. What an old food, as if he can afford endangering even her, of all people. Bruce was so deathly terrified of the countless villains around the world, and especially those in Gotham, that he was too afraid to allow her to get any closer to him... Just like how they were when they were little.

In a way, his wish had become true, but at what cost? A masked vigilante with a code name, just like Zorro... But where was his Elena de la Vega? His beautiful Elena was kept at bay by Zorro himself, instead of staying by her side. He was truly... Pathetic.

Looking at the clock, he realised the time had already passed, and he should start getting ready to leave the manor. Every year, he would take the day off and spend it at Y/N’s house, all cozy, just like they used to. Maybe a movie, a TV series, or a silly sitcom. Sometimes, he encourages her to play that strategy game she has been playing since very little - Somehow, he was fascinated by how easy it was for the girl to lead an army and defeat her enemies during campaigns so easily, utilizing her allies, armada, spells and resources so well. Perhaps, if he were into video games, he too would be able to accomplish such feats - Yet for some reason, it only looked appealing when she played and talked about the scenarios and why she does what she does. After all, it has been decades since she’s started this game, and she knows those maps better than the layout of her own apartment.

For such an intelligent person with a keen eye for detail, she still comically always got lost, even in the close proximity of her home. It was hilarious - Yet hail the GPS for aiding her during her most needy of times.

After eating his breakfast at his own leisure, Bruce changed into a comfortable outfit and took his car to Y/N’s home, using the key she had long since gifted him to enter. He was greeted by her puppies that loved him dearly, but he noticed she wasn’t home. Instead, somewhere around his eye length, a paper was pinned to the door, telling him that she was out to do some groceries and she’ll be home soon. With a chuckle, Bruce made his way to the living room and waited, watching TV and petting the dogs sitting on his lap and all over him. - His favourite though was the little, fluffy black one with large ears that was nuzzling her small, wet nose in the crook of his neck. He had gifted her to Y/N for Christmas a few years ago, with a ribbon around her neck, and she was impatiently sitting on a larger gift box, until it had toppled over. The way Y/N eyes were sparkling brighter than the stars themselves and she threw herself on the fluffy carpet and started loving, kissing and cuddling that puppy was all worth looking around pet shelters for weeks on end.

It was so warm in the house, and aromatic fragrances were drunkening him with how sweet and cozy they were, just like the comfortable couch he was laying on. There weren’t many occasions when Bruce would sleep over at her house, but whenever he did, it was on this couch. She did have a spare bedroom, and on many occasions, she told him to share her large bed, saying they used to do that so often when they were children... But he couldn’t. No matter how much he wanted to hold her to his chest and kiss her dearly, to stay by her side as often as before and to carry her around like Zorro with Elena... But how could he endanger the one person he loves so much?

Perhaps Bruce felt so drowsy because he had awoken so early, because of that wretched nightmare, but soon, the man had fallen asleep, along with all the dogs who have retorted to relaxing on his body.

When Y/N had returned home, she was met with the sound of her dogs pitter pattering chaotically around the house, but nothing of Bruce’s presence. Perhaps he was busy fighting crime, she thought, putting the heavy bags on the kitchen table, before going to the living room, where she saw an indent in the couch, and a gift box on the ground, with the bow half undone. Panic started surging through her veins, realising that something bad was going on. Quickly, she fell to the ground and ripped apart the box to make sure it wasn’t some kind of bomb or something - Thankfully, it was just a normal present. Sighing, she raked her fingers through her hair and tried to take a few deep breaths and think properly.

Her eyes started analysing the room, looking for any clues as to what had happened - But found only a small, round thing, looking like a button. It looked to be some sort of ear piece, she thought. It was time to visit Alfred.

She jumped in her car and sped up to Bruce’s home, bursting through the manor’s doors and calling out for the old butler. “Alfred, something happened to Bruce!” seeing the man at the top of the staircase, she flew up to stand before him. “My living room is a mess... And look, I found this.” she showed the man the ear piece. “I see. Master Bruce was looking forward to spending the day with you. A pity something had to happen. Let us go to the cave, perhaps we can localize his location.” the butler rushed to the Batcave and worked around the many technological devices, but they would only see an imagine from her own living room. Someone knew very well about Bruce’s identity as the Batman, his plans, and went out of his way to remove the tracking device and keep it at the scene of the crime. “Do you think he was kidnapped?” the girl asked with a mutter. “It is highly possible, however, I advise you not to despair. If we cannot find him, then perhaps I might someone who can.” the butler pointed towards the ear piece. “It is time to call for the Justice League.” “... Those guys on TV who always save the world with their superpowers and... Whatever?” the girl looked skeptical. “Master Bruce once had a slip of the tongue and called them ‘friends’. I would say, if we want any hope of rescuing him, they are the solution.” Alfred spoke, putting his hands around the girl’s own, where the ear piece was placed on her palm. “Please, Miss Y/N, bring him back.” “I will, Alfred. No matter what, I will save Bruce.” she said as she rushed outside, inspecting the ear piece. “Alright now, let’s see how you work.” she muttered to herself, remembering what Bruce would tell her of his friends in the Justice League.

The one who would answer the intercom was Martian Manhunter. What was his name again? John? No, that was Green Lantern. Something similar though. Jones? Jones something... Ah, yes. John Jones. J’onn J’onzz. Not bad.

Putting on that ear piece, she activated it. “J’onn? I need help. Batman has disappeared. I need your help to find him.” A low and almost awkward mystical voice had replied to her. “Who are you?” “Is that the important part now, or that we can’t track Batman? Isn’t he your friend? Come on, get me to that space ship something and let’s start looking for him!” any ounce of diplomacy or shyness she might have had was long gone. “We cannot just bring you to our base. Identify yourself and tell us how you know of Batman’s disappearance.” with a frustrated groan, Y/N answered to the skeptic. “I am his childhood best friend. He came over today when I wasn’t home, and the house was a mess -- Can’t we discuss this face to face? The mere fact that I have his ear piece should speak for itself.” thankfully, after a few moments of silence, the Martian had finally teleported her up on the space headquarters of the Justice League - But he was not alone. All the core members were there, looking her down with intimidating looks. “Great, we’ve got the superhero literary circle formed. Now, can we talk about how can we even locate Batman?” she was growing ever impatient. “Who exactly are you, miss? Forgive us for being skeptical, but it’s hard to believe the smartest man I know was so easily kidnapped.” Superman stepped forward - He was the voice of reason of the group. Sighing, Y/N thought about how to prove she was a friend, without revealing his identity. “You are Clark Kent, the journalist. He is John Stewart, ex-architect and formed marine veteran from Detroit. You - Wally West, scientist at the Central City Police Department, Forensics division. You are Diana, the Amazon Princess of Themyscira... And you are Shayera, a detective from Thanagar. Ah, and of course, the last Martian alive, J’onn J’onzz, the one with whom I was talking earlier.” she pointed to each member, flustering them. “Now - Would I know all this, if it weren’t for Batman telling me of his - Friends - As he called you?” the girl asked, crossing her arms to her chest. “The Martian can shapeshift and mind read, Batman said. Go ahead, read my mind, see that I am right, have a look at the crime scene if you can - Just do something!” the girl was exasperated by the stalling. “She is right.” J’onn nodded his head “Then what do we do?” Flash asked. “It’s not exactly often that Bats get in trouble. Usually, he rescues himself before we get around to save him.” “I know. Thing is, I tried tracking him with the device he has at him all the time, but the culprit knew about it and left it at my home. What’s worse, I’m pretty sure he hardly has any of his devices at him.” she explained the problem at hand. “How do we know we can trust her? Maybe she’s the one who planned this all along, and she’s trying to betray us.” Shayera glared at the girl. “You’d know all about betraying the people you care about, wouldn’t you, Shayera?” Hackgirl was about to slam her mace into the new girl’s head, only to be held back by John and Diana. “But if it is true and Bruce is in danger, we can’t take chances.” the Princess reasoned. “Bruce...? You know his identity?” Y/N’s eyes widened slightly, only to see them all nodding. “Well that makes things easier.” she took out her wallet and showed them a picture of her and Bruce when they were children. It was taken during that dreadful night, but the picture itself was too beautiful not to keep. Bruce had no idea about this, however, nor did she want to remind him of that night like that. “It was taken the night his parents were killed. We were going back home after we watched Zorro at the theater. Our parents were good friends, so we kinda grew up together. We were supposed to have a sleepover at his home after that -- But you know how the rest of the night went, I presume. Now - Can we start looking for him - PLEASE?” Y/N was beginning to get very antsy. “I think that’s more than enough proof. Did you find any clues?” Superman asked. “No. Were it not for the indent in the couch and the gift box on the ground, I wouldn’t have even known he had come over. The ear piece was on the carpet, I almost missed it.” she explained. “Well, there’s no shortage of villains from our world and many others that would try to harm him.” Flash grumbled to himself. “What do we do? Where do we start?” “Is there any way to narrow it down somehow?” John asked. “I... Might have an idea. But it has no base ground at all.” Y/N looked up, thinking. “Like you said, Batman has a ton of enemies, but as far as I’m concerned, he was never attacked as Bruce Wayne, and my home was never in danger either. If any of the villains wanted a direct attack on Batman, they would have made it known in grand fashion - But this is far too stealthy.” Y/N trailed on. “So you’re saying, you don’t think it’s anyone from Gotham?” Flash tried to pick up her train of thoughts, and smiled seeing her nod in approval. “Two months ago, my parents were kidnapped. The man didn’t ask for ransom, but sent Bruce a tape, threatening him directly. He knows Bruce is Batman - How, I cannot tell. Either way, Batman brought him to justice and stuck him in jail. If he’s escaped, then he might be our guy. His name is Martin Davis, and he was a business man who got bankrupt five years ago. That’s... About all I know. “ the worried girl recalled the awful incident and how desperate she was, afraid for her parents’ life. Now, Bruce was in danger, and she had no idea what the culprit wanted, aside from possibly revenge. “That’s good information. Bruce was usually the one looking for intel into people.” Diana spoke, a bit endearing. She seemed taken to the Bat. How cute. “Then it’s time we do the work.” John spoke up. “Until the smart guys find some info on our guy, want a drink?” Flash asked, making the girl look weirdly at him. “Come on, I’m trying to calm you a bit. It’s just some soda.” “Sure.” Y/N muttered, watching as the speedster grinned cheekily and put his arm around the girl guiding her to the cafeteria where they sat at a table, and he came with a drink of each kind, including coffee, tea and hot chocolate. “Thank you, Wally. I appreciate it.” “No problemo!” he exclaimed cheerfully, only to realise the girl was quiet and texting on her phone. “So, uh... You know all about us. Tell me about you.” After finishing texting Alfred about the details from the mission, she placed her phone on the table and propped her jaw on her palm. “Uh... There’s not much about me, I suppose.” she muttered lightly. “I’m a doctor at the Gotham hospital, and I have some healing powers, so the more difficult cases go to me.” she thought over a bit more - It was weird, speaking about herself to a stranger. “I don’t really know what people find interesting when asking about others. I’m... Not really a people person, you know.” she had an awkward smile on her face. “You and Bats both.” Flash chuckled, seeing the resemblance. “What hobbies to you have?” “I like travelling, but I never have the time to do it. I don’t like traveling alone either, so that would be a problem too.” she hummed lightly. “So -- You have superpowers and you like traveling. Cool! Why don’t you join the Justice League? Oh, and - You need a hero suit.” that sunny smile of his made the girl look at him with complete disbelief. “I’m fine with my completely mundane, normal clothes, thanks. I don’t fancy these skin-tight suits... Or latex. Also... I’m, uh... Not exactly hero-material. I couldn’t do it. I’m not selfless like you guys are. Also, I don’t like your no-killing policy. I have a strong vendetta against those who commit awful crimes, like murder, torture, terrorism, rape. Those guys have it easy. They just go to jail. But the victims and their families will be afflicted with trauma for the rest of their lives. More, the justice system is so flawed, that they often get out on parole, bail, or ‘Good behaviour’, only to go on with even worse crimes than before - And the cycle continues.” the man’s smile fell off his face - He could definitely see where she was coming from, and the reality was harsh. “I know, Y/N. I understand. It’s not easy for us either... But there are man other, external threats that are a danger to our whole planet. We could benefit from someone like you. I’ve never seen a hero who has powers of healing others.” the man tried to encourage her. “Flash... If some Superman-level villain came to destroy Earth... You know, like Darkseid... What will I be able to do? Nothing. I’m literally just a human who can heal wounds, and I can inflict some damage on some with my magic, but it’s really not that big of a deal. Moreover, if a threat came, and I was put in the position to choose, I would sacrifice the whole planet, just to save Bruce, and I mean it.” she said. “That’s the problem with being a superhero. You have to sacrifice everything, and everyone you love, for the greater good of the world, but nobody cares about you and your life.” Y/N explained. “If anything, I’m pretty sure Bats would do anything to save you. Just like you for him. Maybe it can even bring you two closer!” Flash exclaimed, before stammering. “You, uh... You two are together, right?” Y/N’s eyes widened slightly, before looking away. “Uhm... W-Well...” “Wait -- No...! Don’t tell me --” she nodded at him. “Oh, what an idiot! He can’t just-- Ahhhh, Batman, Batman, Batman. I’ll have a talk with him when we find him!” he hit his fist on his chest. “It’s... Really okay. We, uh... We’ll find something.” she sighed, shaking her head. “By the way - Can I be the Best Man to your wedding? I play the matchmaker game now!” a small blush painted her face. “I, uh... Really can’t see that happening... But, I mean, I suppose... Sure? Although I think you’ll have to fight Superman for that title. Maybe... Maid of Honour?” Y/N chuckled lightly, watching the crestfallen expression on his face. “Oh, come on! How mean!” he whined like a little child. He was adorable, and Y/N was grateful that it was him who comforted her. She didn’t think anyone else could do what he had done in distracting her.

After some more light chatting, Flash received a message on his ear piece that they had uncovered information about the culprit, and they embarked on one of the javelins, following the coordinates towards what seemed to be a private island, far away, into the middle of the Pacific, and it was even covered by a force field that made it invisible to the naked eye, but the space ship was far more technologically advanced than this creation.

At first, they thought it might be overkill, so many members of the justice league, going after a single man, in this rather large island - But this man had done his homework, and one by one, the heroes were brought down. First, it was Superman, who got shot with Kryptonite, of all things. Then, Green Lantern was injected with some kind of psychological gadget that made John think he was blind, and in his frenzy, not only was he unable to visualise and create objects with his lantern, but he couldn’t focus either. Flash was next, and he got paralysed, trying to save Y/N from the gun shot. Shayera was also easy to break down, with a rough blow to the head.

Where all the members disappeared, Y/N did not know, but at least she still had the Amazon Princess with her. She had just about the perfect kind of raw strength that was able to destroy walls and deflect shots, whilst Y/N would use magic shields to engulf the projectile launchers, making them implode. It was this way that they finally reached the final room, where Bruce was laying on what looked like a sacrificial stone table. “Bruce!” Diana called out his name, rushing to his side. “DIANA, NO!” Y/N yelled at her, but it was far too late - The Princess, in her rush, was taken down and immobilised by the enemy who was, indeed, the man who had once kidnapped her parents. Martin Davis. “Alright, let’s not waste our breaths, what do you want?” “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. You shouldn’t have come here. You should have remained content with your parents safe - But no, you had to come over and watch your darling Batman die. How quaint.” he laughed menacingly, stepping next to the table and slapping the unconscious man’s chest. “Look around you. What does this look like?” he asked, a wide, wicked grin on his face. “A ritual room.” Y/N realised - It hadn’t taken long, for the room looked an awful much like the clichee environment of a Maya civilisation sacrification chamber. It was half horrifying and half hilarious, but the situation at hand was, by far, the creepiest thing she’s ever seen. “So... Why do you want to sacrifice Bruce?” she asked, trying to keep herself steady and come up with a plan, as the villain started speaking. “Because my daughter died.” the man growled. “She is about your age. She died not long ago. My wife, too, died in childbirth, so Annie was all I had left... Until she was taken away from me by a disease. I had gone bankrupt, using all the company money to save her, get her the best treatments at the best hospitals... But it wasn’t enough.” he spoke. “For the past months, I started stalking Bruce Wayne, being one of the wealthiest men in Gotham - And I tracked him to your house. You’re a civilian, it was easy to get information on you - So I kidnapped your parents and asked for ransom from the millionaire... But who would have thought, he was really Batman. I had got no money, and my daughter died, all alone in that damned hospital room.” tears of sorrow and rage were stinging his eyes. “It was in Arkham Asylum that I heard about this... Gimmick. A sort of ritual that can bring back the dead, and you must sacrifice another. And it’s perfect! I wanted my revenge - Batman killed my daughter! He deserves to die! Now, do you understand me?! You were livid with fear, you were desperate when your parents were taken away! And, look at you - A normal person, going out of her way, seeking help from everyone, just to get this man back to safety - You UNDERSTAND me, girl! You get me! So - If you get me, you won’t interfere, will you?! If you do, I’ll kill you too! Maybe I can bring back my wife too!” he yelled at the girl, but in his blind rage, but also hope, he didn’t realise the small sparkle of light blue that was moving towards Bruce. This spark was Y/N’s magic, reaching to heal the man and wake him up. Hopefully, he would help her out in taking the villain down. “I understand you. More or less, I do. I am also the kind of person who would sacrifice everyone else, as long as the person I love is safe.” the girl nodded, trying her best not to glance his way and give away her plan. “But it’s been weeks since your daughter died, and years since the death of your wife. What will happen if you bring them back to life? Will they be human again? Where did you hear of this ritual.” she tried to pry more. She could feel that Bruce was fine overall, save for his unconsciousness - But based on her experience, he should wake up soon. “A criminal told me about this ritual, and I started researching it in great detail, had my acolytes look it up, even go to the place where the Mayans had done these things. Frankly - I don’t care what they come back as. Hell, they can even be zombies for all I care - I just want them back.” the man grinned once again. “And I will NOT be denied.” “Well, I am sorry to say, but the dead must be allowed to rest. There is no way I would let you sacrifice anyone, especially the man I love, just to try your hand at some silly ritual. Didn’t you know that all the Gods the Mayans believed in never existed to begin with? Human sacrifice was useless. Nothing good came out of that.” she explained, taking a step forward, and then another, only to see the man take out a knife. “A stupid little girl with no powers can’t stop me! I will be the one who kills Batman! And when he’s dead, I will hack into the Wayne corp and transfer all his money into my own bank account!” Martin tried to rush to the man laying on the stone table - Diana’s scream of his name reminded Y/N that she was still there, and now awake, though incapacitated. Y/N leapt onto the villain, wrestling him on the ground, all while keeping her focus on healing Bruce - But she was just human, and she had no superior strength like the other members of the League did. “You won’t touch him.” the girl had mounted his waist, both hands gripping onto his wrist, keeping it away from her face. “Fuck off, mate.” she sneered, only to get an uppercut punch in the chin and thrown off to the ground, only to have the man above her. “Get off!” she tried to claw away at his face and avoided a stab to the face, but for someone who only knew some basic martial arts and was almost terrified of weapons - Without powers, how can you defend yourself? Should have really taken Bruce’s offer of teaching her at least Kickboxing seriously... What a fool she’s been. “NO! NOT UNTIL I GET MY REVENGE! NOT UNTIL I GET MY FAMILY BACK!” Y/N wasn’t sure if her strength was failing her, or if he was getting stronger, but the force he applied with each punch, and each time he tried to strangle her, was a bit too much for her. “I... Won’t... Let you... Touch him...” the more she struggled, the more powerless she felt, and her muscles were quickly failing her. Was she going to end up strangled to death, before she could save Bruce? “I just can’t WAIT to see that fucker’s face when he sees your dead body.” the man’s laughter, however, was cut short as he was roughly punched away. “I’d like to see you try.” the familiar velvety yet somewhat gruff voice of the Batman resounded through the room. He was pissed. Bruce grabbed the man by the neck of his shirt and broke his arm, throwing away the knife he was holding, before beating him half to death. Y/N whistled, very impressed - It was not often that he saw Batman in action, but especially now, as he was wearing only his underpants, she could see every muscle in his body flexing with every hit he shot at the culprit, rendering him unconscious. “Honestly... If I could do that, you would have already been home, with a tea cup in your hand and watching TV.” she chuckled lightly. “Forgive me for taking so long. You must have been nervous.” she got helped up and brought into a tight embrace by the man. “I wasn’t. In fact, I have no idea what happened or how I got here. I was asleep the whole time.” he spoke, worry in his eyes as his hand reluctantly reached to caress her face, wiping away the blood dripping down her bottom lip. “Oh. Well, that’s for the best. Oh - Uhm... Here. This is from Alfred. He thought you might be needing this. Right as always, that one.” smiling bashfully, Y/N took her bag and revealed the Batman suit that was neatly packed inside, and the utility belt next to it. “You must be cold. Go ahead and change. We have to save the rest of the league.” she chuckled lightly. “Will you tell me what in the world happened?” he rose his eyebrow skeptically, but a smug smirk played on his lips. “Oh, well... It is... Sort of a long story. I’ll tell you when we go back, alright?” without thinking much about it, she helped the man dorn his hero suit, fixing it in place. “Did he hurt you?” “No. I’m fine.” he said, not yet putting his mask on. “But you aren’t.” “What do you mean? I’m fine, aren’t I? I’m not hurt.” she blinked in surprise. “Yes, you are. You’ve got cuts and forming bruises all over. You shouldn’t have come. You’re not a fighter, you’re a healer.” but the Bat was surprised, seeing her smile at him. “Look around, Bruce. All the fighters were taken down. I’m all that’s left standing here to save you from being sacrificed to the Maya Gods. How about some appreciation?” she chuckled at him, and though the man was still scared for her well-being, he brought her into an embrace once again. “And if I didn’t wake up when I did, it would have been you, the sacrifice.” he spoke in a low voice. “I should have woken up sooner. If I didn’t... I don’t want what happened on that night to happen again. Especially not with you. I can’t lose you, Y/N. Never do something so reckless again.” it wasn’t often he let out his vulnerable side to someone else that wasn’t Alfred, but as long as no one else but she would hear it, it was fine. “It’s okay, Bruce. I’m okay. Don’t worry anymore. Look at me - I’m alright.” she placed her hands on his face, shifting his head down to look at her. “Y/N... It is twice now that you jumped in front of mortal danger to save me. Once, you had to kill someone. You were just eight years old. Because of my lack of action, I let you fight off a man with a gun, who tried to assault and kill you. Now, decades later, the same thing happens. You jump to stop a man from stabbing me, and you get beaten up in the process. It is all my fault... I should have done a better job at protecting you. Forgive me.” the guilt and self-hatred he was feeling was so deep, that he was completely unable to show any logical emotion. “Oh, Bruce, you silly man.” raising to her tippy toes, Y/N brought the man into a sweet kiss. “We were just children back then - What could you have done? I never blamed you for that, so please, don’t blame yourself now either. It is my fault that I turned down your self defense lessons. Besides, you have kept me safe for so long... Even from yourself. Please don’t do that anymore. I miss my best friend... I miss my Zorro.” her voice made his heart do leaps upon leaps, and he was left with his mouth agape. “Y/N, I...” he wasn’t able to speak anymore. “Don’t worry about endangering me anymore.” she reassured him. “When you formed the Justice League, you wanted me to join, to know that I am safe. I refused back then... And I still think I’m not suitable for the hero life. But Flash got me thinking for a while. I’m not a strong fighter, and probably I’ll never be a real addition to a team saving the world - But I can at least do my best to keep you save, either on the field, or back at the base - Remarkable space HQ, by the way - So... I’m fine joining... If you’ll still have me.” Batman could only stare down at the woman in front of him, and his speech moved him. He couldn’t help but tease her, though. “Don’t you know it is unprofessional to date a co-worker?” it earned an amused giggle from the girl. “Though, I suppose I can make an exception.” “So, am I dating Bruce Wayne, or Batman? Or maybe I am Elena de la Vega again?” she smiled sweetly at him, her hands resting on his chest. “Which ever you want.” he muttered, putting a protective arm around her waist. “Then - Can I have all three?” Bruce reached to pick her chin, raising it to have a look at her. “How awfully greedy of you. I almost don’t recognise you.” that smile on his face was absolutely priceless - And Bruce could see the love in her eyes, all addressed to him. “I am, when it comes to you, and I have always been this way.” but a sarcastic remark from Diana reminded the two that people were actually in danger, so Bruce put on his Bat hood and the two went on ahead to liberate the Amazon Princess, before looking to save everyone else.

They were able to remove the Kryptonite from Superman’s body, and Y/N cured Flash of his paralysed state, while Batman used some of his gadgets to have John’s hypnotic state erased and realise he isn’t actually blind. Shayera was already up and awake, with only the restraints left to be undone.

With everyone rescued, they ran out to get on the spaceship - The Island was in auto-destruct mode, and they just narrowly escaped the explosion. The villain was apprehended and locked back in Arkham, and now, everyone was back at the space HQ.

“So...! All’s well that ends well!” Flash grinned widely, running between Y/N and Batman, putting his arms around their shoulders. “Right, you two~?” “Everyone is safe and the criminal was jailed. I’d say we’re doing well.” Y/N replied innocently, and Batman grunted in agreement, shrugging the other hero off him. “You never told us you had a partner, Bruce.” Diana pointed out, seemingly hurt. Batman remembered all the times she had flirted with him, and felt guilty. “I don’t discuss my private life with anyone.” he spoke, impersonally. “It has to be recent anyway. Remember that cheetah villain, when he was captured by Luthor and the Joker? And Catwoman? And Talia Al Ghul? Jezebel. Zatanna. Poison Ivy. Harley Quinn. Hell, didn’t you and Wonder Woman kiss?” Shayera looked at him with shock and disgust. “Who’d have thought Batman was such a playboy!” Flash laughed, slapping the man’s shoulder light-heartedly. “Sex sells.” Y/N and Bruce spoke simultaneously. “If I had a penny for every time Bruce was able to seduce his way out of trouble, it would be me the billionaire, not him.” Y/N smirked up at the man in cause, who simply huffed and looked away. “And you’re okay with that?!” Shayera’s eyes went wide. “As long as he comes home alive, then yes, I don’t see the problem. I also don’t think anyone should bother commenting on his private life, considering how messy and filled with drama all of your intimate life is - Switching partners every now and then, betraying people, betraying other people, switching again - Need I go on?” Y/N rolled her eyes. “It’s been 32 years and it has always been Y/N. I don’t need to explain anything to anyone. Let’s go.” Batman picked the girl up in his arms, nodding his head at J’onn to get him back home, to the right coordinates. “I WANNA BE INVITED TO THE WEDDING --” Flash’s yell was the last thing they heard before they were teleported back to Y/N’s home, where it all began. “What? Y/N promised to make me the Best Man.” he grinned up at Superman, who could only shake his head and chuckle at him, but also, at seeing that his dear friend also had someone he loved so dearly close to him, just like he had Lois.

Diana was disappointed, her hand clutching at her heart - If he was seeing someone, why not just say so? She felt led on and disappointed. She wanted to return to her home and meditate. Shayera was enraged by this new woman who dared cross her and shade her so openly, in front of everyone, and it was John’s job to calm her down, while also fearing that Mari might catch them and misunderstand. It was only J’onn that nodded to himself, seeing that the woman would be a good addition to the team, as there was no superhero who could heal others - Though he truly wondered at the extent of her powers.

Back at Y/N’s home, she had taken his hood down, yet he wouldn’t put her down. Instead, he was looking at her with a smug half-smile. “What?” Y/N chuckled at the man, urging him to speak. “I was just thinking - I should have done that a long time ago.” he admitted. “As soon as I was able to hold you, like Zorro held Elena. Can you forgive me for not holding my end of the promise?” “You’re doing it now. I say, you did exactly as you promised you would.” she grinned sweetly at him. “It’s been a lot of years since then, but you never failed to show me that you care for me. It never mattered for me, as long as I still had you in my life... I did miss you, though.” she continued, a bit nostalgic. “Are you sure you want to join the League?” he asked, sitting down on the couch, with her still in his arms, over his lap. “If it helps me see you more, then yes. Also - It’s about time I get more excitement in my life... And learn how to defend myself. I’ll be damned before I let another weirdo with a silly weapon bring me down like that.” she admitted simply. “I can help with that.” he smirked again. “Y/N. Let’s have a sleepover.” “Sweet. I’ll go find something for you to sleep in. Order something to eat, will you? The groceries are all but stale by now, and I’d rather not get a frozen pizza.” Y/N hopped off and rushed to her room, returning with some of the old sleeping clothes that he left some time ago. When she returned to the living room, Bruce was standing, and holding something in his hands - It was a beautiful necklace. “Where’d you find this?! I was never able to find it online -” Y/N stared down at the beautiful gemstone necklace he was holding. “Is there anything that Bruce Wayne, rich guy, can’t do?” he asked with a chuckle, placing the jewellery around her neck. “It looks just as good. Only you can make it even more beautiful than it already is.” Y/N traced the necklace gingerly. It was the exact replica on the necklace she had torn away from her neck, all those years ago. It was a birthday gift from the Waynes, and she was so excited to wear it on her theater ‘date’ with Bruce... Only to have it ripped and destroyed during the altercation of that night. To think that the old Bat could pull off something like this... She shouldn’t be surprised though, this man was resourceful above all else. “Thank you.” Y/N was breathless, and tears were gleaming in her eyes. “Happy Birthday, Y/N.” he leaned down to press a soft kiss on her forehead. “You know what would make it really happy~?” she asked, watching the man raise a questioning eyebrow. “If you do that thing which you don’t like, but I absolutely love.” the look of defeat in his eyes, and that sigh, only made the woman grin as she embraced the man, listening to his soothing baritone voice sing a beautiful blues song.

Am I blue? Am I blue? Ain't these tears In these eyes tellin' you?

And though they swayed together for who knew how long, Bruce muttered one last thing, before sharing one more kiss for the night.

It has always been you, the one I love.

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imclou · 2 months

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giggling and kicking my little feet as the brainrot slowly takes over my body or LDR scenes that made me go "A"

Love, Death and Rollerskates AU belongs to @spadillelicious,

#my art #fanart #dca fandom #fnaf #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf dca #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #fnaf sun #dca au #love death and rollerskates #au #y/n #dcau #dca x reader

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moth-bells · 3 months

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forgot my signature but its fine slfhewhklf

I didn't draw this exactly as the scene is in the fic but I really like it :D

#benji's art #dcau #dcau comic #dca comic #sassy sun #heartbeats dcau #sun fanart #sun x reader #sundrop x reader #sun x y/n #dca x reader #dca x y/n #dca fanart

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pluck-heartstrings · 3 months

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I’m so not normal about 80s roller murder Sun from @spadillelicious ‘s delicious fic Love, Death and Rollerskates.

When I tell the the absolute GRIP this murderer has on my psyche 🤌 he is everything to me. I had no choice but to do some fanart, as a gift to the 80s gods. Spadille has knocked it out of the park with this AU and I can’t recommend it enough.

I can say with certainty that medieval times!Sun and Moon would…not be friends with the roller boys. But they’d relate to the unhinged feelings contained in their metal bodies. So…there’s that at least.

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sunnyhascome · 4 months

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Jason's Funeral

Y/n: Can I have a moment alone with him?

Bruce: Of course *leaves*

Y/n, leaning over Jason's coffin: Now listen, I know you're not dead.

Jason: *opens one eye* Yeah no

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⚣ Five & One 💪🏻

⚣💪🏻 A/N → This is a re-post and, once again, it was inspired by this post by @gone-batty-fics. I'm leaving the full NSFW version up here since it's not that much, so no need for an extra link. I hope you guys enjoy reading this around a second time and sorry if any of you have been missing it. This was my most popular post on my previous account and I'm sad I gotta start it over, but oh well. WARNINGS: Breathplay/Choking, Implied Size Kink, Jealous and Possessive Behavior, Rough Anal, Violence, etc.

⚣💪🏻 Summary → Five times people thought you needed rescuing from your boyfriend, Jason Todd. And the one time, someone needed rescuing from you.

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Okay, you got it.

Your boyfriend was a very intimidating and scary guy when he wanted to be. But, that didn’t mean people had to keep asking you if you needed saving like you were some damsel in distress. You weren’t even a damsel! You were a damsmen. Damsman? A Damson?

Oh, forget it. Point still stands, people needed to stop treating you like you needed rescuing. You were fine! Besides, when he wasn’t out hunting criminals, Jason was literally the least threatening person in the world. It was you bitches should be worried about! And if bitches didn’t believe you, bitches could just find out on their own.

Bitch.

The first time wasn’t bad. You considered it actually sweet and could see how under the circumstances someone was not aware of the dynamic between you and the vigilante.

It was a sunny day in Gotham for once. Everyone was out, enjoying the sunshine while having barbecues in the parks, strolling down the street in sunhats and sandals, and going swimming at the local pools. You were no different, seeing the usual moody and depressing atmosphere absent from the sky and deciding immediately to take advantage of it and drag your boyfriend Jason out, making the whole day a date between you two.

You and Jason decided on simple outfits since the sun was out and the temperatures were warmer than usual. You decided on a regular button-up, leaving the top three buttons down to show some skin, which your boyfriend both loved and hated since he could ogle your chest with no shame, but anyone else could do the same. You paired it with some boat shoes and simple shorts that did an excellent job hugging your ‘boo-twah,’ a nickname Jason gave your ass for its large-hand-friendly size, as he liked to say.

“Instead of like boo-tee, it’s boo-TWAH. It’s just out there.” He explained one morning when you had spent the night at his place. Jason, sitting and ogling at his boyfriend in his well-fitted yoga pants and sleeveless hoodie while you made breakfast.

“You are such a nerd.” You laughed at him.

“Well, this nerd scored big,” He responded before landing a heavy smack on your behind, which you chastised him for since he made you almost fling the eggs you were scrambling out of the pan.

Back to the sunny day, Jason dressed simply too but was more relaxed than you. He went for a comfortable pair of joggers, one of his nicer gym shoes, and a tank top covered by a sleeveless hoodie since he got hot easily.

A few months after you and Jason got together, he told you about his double life and his family’s. It explained why when he would spend the night at your house a few times, you’d play doctor while wondering where he was getting all these bruises and wounds. As you and Jason grew closer and began to explore your ‘interest’ in each other’s bodies, you’d find he was actually shy about his body even though the man was built like a tank.

It wasn’t necessarily his body he was ashamed of. It was his scars he actually didn’t like. All things he saw as painful reminders of his more than rough past, especially the bigger ones he had received from Joker. You were patient with him and reminded him at every possible chance that his scars were nothing to be ashamed of. Instead, they were to be celebrated and seen as trophies. Reminders that in the face of everything thrown at him, he came out on top stronger than ever.

Over time, Jason became more confident and comfortable in his body. He bought more shirts, tank tops, and shorts that showed his arms, chest, and legs. Even going as far as cutting the sleeves off some of his hoodies since you owned many pairs, and he loved how they looked on you. He’d prefer to wear yours, but since you were much smaller than him, he’d end up stretching or ripping them. Now, you were no dainty stick or anything like that. You had some meat on your bones and were taller than the average guy. But again, Jason is built like a tank and very much dwarfed you in size.

You weren’t complaining.

He also loved the benefit of the sleeveless hoodies as they made him look more intimidating, which helped whenever he noticed other guys and girls at the gym ogling you a little too long for his liking. He didn’t care who it was, Jason would always look out for and protect you.

Yet, others seemed to see it differently as you walked down the street in Gotham, going in and out of the various stores. You were both sipping on some slushies while chatting about whatever, Jason holding your shopping bags in one hand. You tried to snatch the bags from him multiple times since you didn’t want to feel like Jason was your butler or servant. Besides, you worked out too. Look at your arms! You could carry Jason if you wanted to.

Okay, yes, you knew that was a lie but you were allowed to dream. You’d get there…someday.

“Jason, give me my bag. I can carry it myself!” You said, trying to reach for the bag again.

“Sorry, Bugs, you know the rules. You’re not allowed to carry anything in my presence. Well, except my love for you. That’s heavy enough as it is.” Jason said with a cheeky smile.

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend’s corny behavior and another one of his nicknames for you. You’d made the mistake of bringing Jason around your best friend during a study session for one of your classes. He revealed your childhood obsession with Looney Tunes and how many times when you reacted to a situation, you were a carbon copy of Bugs Bunny with his sarcasm and behavior.

“Get away from me dude,” You said, putting distance between yourself and the brick wall of a man.

“Ah, get back here.”

Jason grabbed you by your waist and pulled you to his side, nuzzling his face into your neck while tickling your sides.

“Jason, stop!” You shouted in laughter, trying to push him away.

“Never! You are now my hostage.” He joked back with you.

You stood there for a few more seconds wrestling with each other on the sidewalk. Someone should really scold you two for acting so cutesy and loving out and public like that. WE GET IT! You’re in love! Stop rubbing it in our faces.

When you broke apart, you found yourselves outside a bookstore. You saw Jason’s eyes light up even if his face didn’t show it. He turned towards you, giving you his best puppy-dog eyes and pout.

“Oh, get in there you dork. But, don’t max out your dad’s credit card!” You said, successfully pushing him off you.

He leaned down to plant a kiss on your lips before shooting into the store like the Flash. “No promises!” He yelled over his shoulder.

While he was in the store living out his childhood fantasy, you decided to let your ankles rest since you had been on them for a few hours. Jason offered to carry you at one point, and though it was tempting, you declined.

You sat on a nearby bench while scrolling on your phone for a bit. Your head shot up when you spotted someone approaching you from the street. It was two girls, both who looked to be in their late 20s to early 30s, carrying concerned looks on their faces.

“Hi!” You spoke with a smile, waving to the women walking up to you.

“Hey, are you okay?” One of them asked when they got to you.

Now, you had a confused expression on yours.

“I’m sorry?” You responded with a puzzled eyebrow raised.

“We were across the street when we saw that guy grabbing you. We can walk with you to the police station if he’s harassing you.” The other woman said.

‘Were these chicks on crack?’ You thought.

“Um, I think there’s been some confusion–” You started but was interrupted by the door swinging open, an excited Jason springing out of the store.

“BABE! THEY’VE GOT A MINT-CONDITIONED PRIDE & PREJUDICE! Can I get it?! Please!!!” Jason shouted while running up to you and grabbing you by your arms.

You could barely keep off the amused smile on your face while looking around your boyfriend’s shoulder to see the two girls looking shocked and embarrassed by your giant for a boyfriend, begging you for a book like a kid.

Jason turned around as well, seeing the two women staring at you two while he just pulled you closer to his body, wrapping his arms around you.

“Who are your friends, Bugs?”

“Just some nice girls being friendly,” You answered before using your hand to turn Jason’s head back toward you. “Don’t you already have three copies at home, Jason? Why do you need another?”

“Okay, but those are all old copies and are falling apart. This one is BRAND NEW! Never been opened. Please!!!”

You could only sigh at his antics before turning back to the girls, “I’m fine, ladies. But, thank you for asking.”

They both nodded with embarrassment before walking off down the street, Jason watching them with a confused expression before looking down at you.

“What was that about?”

“Don’t worry about it.

This one also wasn’t so bad, but it was still annoying.

Your parents were out of town for a month for their anniversary, so you invited Jason over. When he got there and saw how your cupboards and fridge were damn near empty, he was upset at you for not telling him you had no food and your parents for not supplying you with anything.

Truth be told, they literally just forgot to go before they left. Jason always wondered where you got your forgetfulness from. Now, he knew.

So, he dragged you to your local wholesale store once again with his adoptive father’s credit card to stock and load your cabinets so you wouldn’t go hungry. Well, really so, Jason wouldn’t go hungry since he would be spending a lot of time at your place now. Again, the man was like a mountain, so of course, he ate like one.

You had been in the store for about 15 minutes, and already your cart was damn near half-full.

“Jay, don’t you think this is enough? We don’t have to get a bunch of stuff today.” You voiced, eyeing the growing basket with concern.

“Bugs, you can’t stay in your house for a month and not have any food. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you go hungry?” He responded while grabbing four boxes of your favorite cereal brands off the shelf and placing them neatly in the basket.

If it’s one thing that shocked you to learn about Jason was that he was very clean and organized with anything. You expected that trait more out of his brothers like Tim or Damian. But in truth, Tim was more of an organized chaos type of guy, and Damian was very simplistic, so he didn’t really need to organize much, except for his drawings and paintings, which he sometimes left scattered all over his desk.

Dick was a mess that couldn’t be saved. God bless the soul that ended up with that man.

But Jason was the cleanest out of all of them. The man could barely go two days without scrubbing down or re-organizing something. Again, you weren’t complaining. Every time he came over, he’d clean your room without you even asking.

“Okay, but my parents did leave me money to order out. Plus, I don’t want Bruce thinking I’m using you for money, or anything like that, especially since you keep taking his credit card.” You pointed out to which your boyfriend scoffed in response.

“Please, as much as that man has put me through, maxing out his credit card is the last thing he’s worried about me doing. And don’t worry, he and the rest of the family love you. Honestly, if it wasn’t for you dating me and the fact that you have great parents, I wouldn’t be surprised if the old man didn’t try to adopt you, which, if I haven’t mentioned this already, I don’t recommend.” He finished while heading further down the breakfast food aisle and grabbing boxes of Pop-Tarts.

“Fourth time.” You stated. Jason does not hold back regarding his tense relationship with his adoptive parent.

That was something you’d also been watching him work on.

When Jason met your parents and saw the relationship between your father and you, it opened up an emotional wound he wasn’t prepared for. And though he still had some resentment toward the Billionaire Playboy, aka the Dark Knight, for not sending Joker to the seventh ring of hell after his death, it didn’t mean he didn’t still care for and love the man. He just had mental blocks he needed to work through, and you’d be there to support him.

Jason was about to give you one of his dorky responses until he realized he forgot the credit card in your car.

“Shoot, I forgot the card in the car. Where’re your keys?” He asked.

You handed them to him, and he gave you a quick kiss and a slap on the ass with a warning to not put anything back before rushing towards the entrance/exit of the store. Rolling your eyes, you moved down the aisle scoffing at his warning. Of course, he knew you were going to try and put some of the items back. Just like you knew him better than himself sometimes, it was the same for him with you. He could predict your next move before it popped into your head which you found very cute but extremely annoying at times.

While you stood there for a few moments scrolling on your phone out of boredom, you heard a voice speak up behind you.

“Excuse me.”

You turned around to see two guys around your age standing behind you. You figured they were trying to get to something behind you, so you moved yourself and your cart out of the way.

“Oh, my bad. Here ya go.”

“No, no! Not that. We were just wondering if you needed help getting your car or getting away from that guy. We saw him drag you in here.”

You barely held back the eye roll that was itching in your skull. Yes, Jason did somewhat have to drag you into the store since you insisted that you didn’t need to go grocery shopping. But, what happened to common sense? If Jason truly was holding you hostage or had bad intentions for you, why in the world would he bring you to a grocery store out of all places?!

Seriously, what were they thinking? That he was going to stick a Fruit-Loops box over your head and torture you with your most hated juice flavor?

A small sigh escaped your mouth before you responded to the boys, “Okay, this is not what it looks like. That guy is my boyfriend, and we’re just grocery shopping. I promise I’m fine.” You assured the guys.

“Are you sure? He isn’t forcing you to say any of this, right? I know that guy’s intimidating, but we can call security or the police to help you.”

Before you could respond, you both heard the sounds of quick footsteps approaching from around the corner. You turned to see him holding a plate with two large slices of pepperoni pizza and a large orange soda.

“Babe, I got you two slices of pizza and your favorite soda from the food court. I know you haven’t eaten today, so I figured you could snack on this, and then we can get you some chicken tenders and fries from your favorite restaurant after we leave here.” He offered while handing you the plate, looking at you with the most adoring gaze.

This boy really did have your whole heart. You could only wonder what you did to deserve someone like him.

When Jason took note of the two other guys standing by you looking dumbfounded, his arm instantly found its way around your waist, pulling you into his side while eyeing the two boys suspiciously and on guard. Anyone that wasn’t your parents, best friend, or his family, Jason saw as a potential threat. Even his family sometimes was included in that list a few times, and living in Gotham, you could never be too careful.

And any excuse for Jason to show you as his to anyone else watching was always an appreciated opportunity.

“Can I help you, fellas?” Jason said, a stern tone in his voice while eyeing the two down with every menacing look he could muster in his eyes.

You’ve never seen two guys who looked like they wanted to shit their pants so bad and run in the opposite direction. They started stuttering out a response before you took pity on them.

“They’re fine, Jay. They were just trying to grab some cereal behind me. I was just moving out of their way.” You threw a look toward the boys, who looked at you confused before they caught on to what you were trying to say.

“Y-Yeah m-man. Just ... um gra-grabbing some Frosted flakes.” One of the dudes said, pointing his fingers toward the boxes right behind you.

Jason eyed that finger with malice before he felt your fingers turning his face toward you.

“Hey, stop it. I’m good. Now, are you going to let them get their cereal and let me eat my pizza before it gets cold?”

A small smile crossed his face while he backed you both up moving the cart as well. You ruffled his hair watching the two boys grab a box and run down the aisle with their tails between their legs. He let out his usual whine, using his other arm to fix his hair.

“Shut up, you big baby. You promised me chicken tenders and fries, so get a move on before I get a food attitude.”

Jason smirked at your words before the hand around your waist moved to your butt, palming and squeezing your cheeks under the ‘hoochie’ shorts you were wearing.

“I know something better that’ll fill you up and take care of that attitude for you.” He whispered in your ear before giving a nip.

At least you weren’t in front of the salads when this was happening.

This wasn’t bad. It was actually funny, and you got a friend out of it.

You and Jason were at the gym, getting a workout in. You decided you both liked going in the afternoon when it was less busy. It was leg and glutes day for you (per usual) while Jason was working chest and shoulders.

Two of your favorite body parts on him, including his arms, but that’s not important.

Now, you both agreed when you went to the gym that you would do your workouts separately but your warm-ups and cardio together. So, at some point, Jason was on the Smith machine doing a shoulder bench press while you were on another bench doing Bulgarian split squats.

Of course, the gym was a place where people met each other all the time. And, in many of those meetings and interactions, people would find others attractive and want to date or hook up with them. You were no exception to these rules. You were approached many times by both girls and guys, but you always politely declined. Well, you tried at least before Jason walked over and made it clear who you were with.

It was no secret to anyone that Jason did not only get easily jealous at the thought of you giving your attention and time away to someone who was not him, but he was also the living definition of anger issues. Match that with his very selfish and possessive attitude towards you, and you had a man ready and WILLING to do just about anything to anyone who dared lay a finger on you in the wrong way.

So, whenever someone deemed themselves stupid brave enough to approach you and flirt a little or leave a teasing touch to one of your arms, you’d try to give them a warning but it was always too late. They’d quickly find a towering shadow looming over them and turned to see a less than pleased Jason staring down at them with his bulging arms crossed over his chest. These being one of the few moments Jason gladly showed off his scars because they communicated his message quickly and effectively.

Back. The. Fuck. Off.

That was usually enough to get them to do just that. Most of the time, at least.

There always ended up being at least one guy or girl who wouldn’t take no for an answer. This time, it was a guy who kept finding himself next to you during your sets. Jason was watching you from afar with hooded and irritated eyes as he also noticed your gym shadow moving around with you.

The guy decided to play smart and keep his hands off you since he could tell your brute of a boyfriend was watching his every move. The only reason he didn’t do anything was because he knew if he did, the guy could claim Jason as the aggressor, and since this was your favorite gym because your college’s gym was always crowded, he didn’t want to risk you getting in trouble and banned.

So, when Jason went to the bathroom, the creep took advantage of the moment and offered to ‘spot’ you on your set of squats with the smith machine, which you were sure was just an excuse for him to get behind you so he could ogle your ass and ‘accidentally’ grind his dirty crotch into it.

Luckily, a girl working out nearby noticed your uncomfortable stance when the man came over to ‘help’ you while you were setting up and immediately stopped her workout to shoo him away.

“Dude, he’s clearly not interested. So either go and finish your workout or pack up and get out!”

He tried to get defensive and argue with her, but when she revealed her boyfriend was one of the owners and threatened to have him kicked out and banned, he finally backed off. He made sure to point out how you weren’t even all the hot anyway to mask his hurt pride while you threw an appreciative look toward her.

When he left and Jason returned from the bathroom, the girl unleashed her rage on him as well.

“And you too! I’ve seen you harassing and stalking him all over the gym. I’ll kick your ass out too and have you banned if you don’t leave him alone.” She scolded the dark-haired man.

Jason looked confused while you just laughed before grabbing his arm and pulling him to you, “Nah, don’t worry about him. This one’s good.” You said, reaching up to ruffle his hair, even though you had to stretch a little bit.

Jason pouted down at you in childish anger, “I told you don’t do that! Do you know how long it takes to get this in the right floppy position?” He whined while trying to fix his hair.

She looked back and forth between you two before realization dawned upon her.

“Boyfriend who’s a menace to everyone but is a total baby when around you?”

You gasped, “Girl, how’d you know?”

“Mine’s the exact same.”

“Oh, we’re gonna be great friends.” You declared.

Okay, this time, it was lowkey your fault, but still. People should be able to tell the difference between an actual cry for help and a joke.

Jason decided to take you to one of his favorite cafes in Gotham since you were in desperate need of a study break. You picked up some classes over the summer, so the schedule was much more tightly packed since they had to speed up a four-month course into two with the semester being divided into two sections.

Jason was sitting on one of the lounge chairs reading while you were sipping on some apple juice and reading a fanfic story on your phone. Whether or not it was smut was not important and nobody would be able to tell by the look on your face. At least until you read over one particular part that had you gasping out loud which managed to catch your boyfriend’s attention.

“What?”

“Nothing.” You quickly said, liking the fic quickly and closing the browser, knowing Jason was not going to drop it.

“Uh uh, Bugs. What were you looking at?” He asked, setting his book on the table and moving over to your side of the table.

“Nothing Jay! I promise it was nothing.”

“Oh really? So you wouldn’t mind if I looked at your phone then?”

You felt your cheeks heat up while Jason took notice of your tense stance, peering at you and your phone while slowly leaning toward you from his crouched stance.

“Let me see your phone.”

“No.”

“Give me your phone.”

“I said no.”

“Bugs,” Jason said, now mocking a stern look on his face, “Give. Me. Your. Phone.”

He held out his hand for emphasis, and you felt your fingers reflexively tighten around your smart device. You stared back at him with your own dour expression, “No. Means. No.”

You both stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before he suddenly grabbed at your phone, attempting to snatch it from your hand. It became a tug-of-war over the device while you both consciously tried not to be too much of a disturbance to the other patrons of the cafe.

This is where it accidentally was your fault.

“Help! Assault! Violence! Thief!”

You thought you were shouting it quietly, but there was a reason your family always told you to quiet down when you thought you were speaking at a normal volume. You got it from your mother really. Strong voices and all…

“Dude, fucking back off!”

You both heard the deep voice shout before you watched a guy tackle Jason to the ground, feeling hands coming to your side.

“Oh my god, are you okay?!” This random brunette said while checking you over to make sure you weren’t hurt.

You were FINE. However, you were worried as hell now. Not for Jason at all, cause… Well, ya know.

You were scared for the other guy that had tackled Jason. Your boyfriend did NOT do well with physical touch, considering how long it took him to get comfortable with just cuddling with you. Let alone sudden physical touch? And the man is used to fighting criminals at night and having to be on guard 24/7 if he feels something suddenly grab or touch him? Yeah, you were hoping this didn’t end in a trip to the precinct like last time.

Don’t ask.

“I’m fine. But, I do suggest you quickly get your friend off my boyfriend before he has to go to the hospital.” You assured the girl while warning her at the same time.

She looked at you confused, “Boyfriend? Wait, huh? We thought that guy was attacking you and trying to steal your phone. And don’t worry, my boyfriend’s a professional kickboxer. He can handle him.”

‘Yeah. Mine has anger issues and was trained by Batman and can re-load two guns in under twenty seconds with his arms tied behind his back.’

“AH!”

You both turned your heads to see Jason holding the other guy in a chokehold while looking up at you.

“Aww, man! He spilled my coffee over my book.” Jason whined, “Babe, can you get me another one, please?”

“Yes, Jason. Can you do me a favor and let him go before you break his neck?”

Jason rolled his eyes before releasing the guy, who went into a coughing fit on the ground as he caught his breath.

When he sat back at the table as the girl went to help her boyfriend off the floor after giving you both weird looks, he set your phone on the surface, eyeing you with a quizzical look.

“What?” You asked after he stared at you for a few more minutes.

“Really? Yandere?”

Your heart jumped in your chest, and you were ready to bolt for the door.

“So, all those times you swore you weren’t trying to make me jealous just to get a reaction outta me, were you actually just trying to get me to tie you up and lock you in my room?” He said with a dark look in his eyes and a cheeky smirk on his lips.

HOT BOY DOWN! I REPEAT, HOT BOY DOWN!

Now, this was just ridiculous. Of course, it made sense, but you were thoroughly pissed off when it happened.

You and Jason had returned to his apartment after having dinner with his family at Wayne Manor. Bruce decided he wanted to have at least one family dinner a month, and since you were considered an honorary Wayne and everyone loved you, of course, you were invited. Jason, on the other hand, was still hesitant.

Even though he was working on his relationship with Bruce and trying to move past his mental scars, his family still brought up some sensitive subjects for him. Typically, they made his insecurities flare up a lot more. You were Jason’s safe space. So, he wasn’t really keen on mixing the things that made him question himself and the person who made him feel the most loved and secure together.

You didn’t push, still wanting to go at his pace and let him bring you around more when he was ready. The day of the dinner, you figured he either had a change of heart or somebody had talked to Jason and convinced him to bring you along, and you had a great time. Jason was a bit quiet throughout the evening, but you could see a small part of him was happy at seeing how you integrated well into his family dynamic. He took great pleasure in how you humbled Dick a few times as well.

But, something was off, but you couldn’t tell what it was. You knew Jason was usually the quieter one out of the rest of his siblings. When you were around, he showed more of his goofiness and playful side. You barely saw that at all tonight. You knew he was watching you as you made conversation with Bruce, argued back and forth with Damian, repeatedly told Tim he needed to get more sleep, snapped photos with Steph, joked with Duke, and even learned a little sign language from Cass.

He watched as you offered to help Alfred with the dishes, who respectfully declined, but did make his appreciation known to you and the others, especially Tim.

“I offer to help you sometimes, Alfred!” Tim shouted while chasing after the butler offering his help.

Usually, Jason would laugh at any moment that came at the expense of Tim’s sanity.

None of that happened.

So, when you got back to his place, you asked him what was wrong. He remained silent as he just looked at you, but you could see there was a storm behind his eyes. When you came up to rub his arm and hug him, his hands shot up to your neck, wrapping around it firmly but not tight to where you couldn’t breathe.

Your hands grabbed his wrists as he maneuvered you against the wall that connected the living room to the kitchen. He placed his lips roughly on yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth while never loosening his hold on your neck.

“Mine. Not theirs, mine.” He muttered against your lips before quickly taking his hands off your neck, ripping your clothes off while ridding himself of his.

In less than two minutes, Jason had you pressed back against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist, and his long and girthy member tucked deep inside your ass, fucking you with hard and menacing thrusts. His large and rough hands were back around your neck, now squeezing around your neck as you moaned breathlessly against him.

Jason took immense pride in your sounds of satisfaction and whining, increasing his already brutal pace in your guts while slowly stealing more of your breath away. Jason’s hard breaths pounded against your face as he stared at your now sweaty and ragged body, limping weakly against him. You placed your arms on his shoulder but were careful to avoid his neck, knowing that along with some other areas on his body were off-limits unless specified otherwise.

This was the dynamic between you two always. Anyone could see how Jason was wrapped around your finger in public and even in private whenever you two were just lounging around and relaxing. In these moments, you were fully under Jason’s authority. You lay completely at his mercy while he dominated your body and controlled where, when, and how you got pleasured.

The who rarely came into question as though your boyfriend had considered it a few times, you didn’t see a day likely where Jason’s jealousy and possessiveness would let him allow someone else to see you in this manner. No, you were for his eyes only.

And the why, well that was simple. Jason had needs, you had needs. And, no one was better suited to fulfill those needs than your boyfriend. Though with him, anything could spark those needs at any given time. Whether the dark-haired boy was just feeling horny and wanted some ass. You decided to wear a tempting outfit, and he decided he was going to right then and there he would have you, whether in the house, in the car, or in public, it didn’t matter. If he felt you were being a little too friendly with someone else, he’d be happy to remind you about who you belonged to. The why was simple; if Jason wanted you, he would have you. No ifs, and’s, or but’s about it.

“J-Jason... nngh p-please-” You begged, feeling yourself nearing the edge as your dick was crushed between Jason and your hot and sweaty abdomens.

“Say my name again,” He ordered, feeling how he flexed his dick inside you while still pounding your sore hole.

His name fell from your lips in a needy moan as you felt his fingers pressing against your windpipes. You could feel how the wall behind you became slick from your sweat as your body jutted up and down against it with Jason’s increasingly erratic thrusts.

He grunted in approval of your increasingly loud whines as you both approached your climaxes. Jason fully squeezed your neck at this point as he punched your insides with his cock. Your own member was feeling the pressures as well as it repeatedly smashed against Jason’s abs before you reached your end, screaming out in blissful agony.

Jason came to his finish with his own groan as you felt him bury himself with his cum deep inside you. You let out soft little whines feeling his appendage throb against your walls. Even though you knew he didn’t like hands around his neck, he didn’t object to you rubbing a hand down his nape. He gave you a warning glance at first, but when he felt your soft hands rubbing up and down his skin, he visibly relaxed, placing a kiss on your cheek.

The quiet and sweet moment though was abruptly ruined by the sound of Jason’s front door being kicked in and heavy boots rushing into his apartment.

“GOTHAM P.D.!” You heard the intruders shout.

Of all the fucking things…

Well, when the cops came around and found you and your naked boyfriend against the wall, and his hands around your neck, you had to admit it didn’t look good.

You had to quickly explain to the officers it wasn’t what it looked like and that everything was consensual. Against the orders of the cops, Jason did not move one inch off the wall, keeping your body covered with his. He’d sooner dip himself in another Lazarus Pit than let these arrogant blue caps have even the smallest peek at you.

So, with a little charm and finesse, you convinced the cops to walk out and let you and him get dressed. Jason couldn’t decide what he was more upset about.

The fact that his door was off its hinges, or that one of his neighbors called the cops on him thinking Jason had been abusing you, or that your private moment was intruded upon and some pervy cops basically saw you naked.

Yeah, he was going to be extra brutal on patrol tonight.

After a call was made to Commonionser Gordon at Jason’s request, the cops dropped everything and left you two alone when Gordon made it clear this was a bogus call. “Jason? Abusing Y/N? That boy is the biggest simp this city’s ever seen. Whoever called that in was obviously misinformed.”

Even if it was true, Jason didn’t appreciate being called a simp. He didn’t deny it, though.

You could barely hold back your laughs to which your boyfriend responded with a harsh smack to your very sore ass. It was a wonder how you were even standing on your legs as they still felt like jelly.

“I’m sorry, but I just can’t see him in that manner.”

“No way, he’s way too sweet and innocent to be like that.”

“Dude, have you met your own boyfriend?”

These were all things said to Jason when he would complain to them about how he was tired of everyone thinking he was a threat to you and not seeing the truth. If anything, you were more of a threat to Jason and honestly, should be placed on a national security watch list for some of the things that have come out of your mouth.

The only one who really knew and understood what Jason was talking about was your best friend, who was the first one to warn Jason. The boy didn’t believe him either at first and ended up finding out the hard way.

Well, it looked like Jason’s brothers were also about to find out as they had come to your school’s campus looking for him. You were happy to see the Wayne siblings, as some time had passed since the last dinner. For some reason, seeing how easily you interacted with his brothers drove up Jason’s jealousy to a new level. As soon as they showed up, Jason placed you on his lap, and you could feel his prominent bulge throbbing under you. You knew immediately you were in for it when you both got home.

When you got up to go to the bathroom, Jason was going to follow you, intending to give you a little preview of what to expect in the stalls, but was stopped by Dick, who said they had something important they needed to talk to him about.

Before that could happen, a new presence appeared at your table, and your best friend visibly and audibly groaned at who it was.

“Hi there.” Jason heard a sickly sweet voice say, turning to see another boy he’d heard of.

“Xavion.” Jason heard your best friend mutter under his breath.

He knew that name. He’d heard you curse it and mutter it in irritation and anger plenty of times. He purposefully went out of his way to piss you off and pick with you on multiple occasions. He also thought that because his dads were rich and gave him everything he wanted, he was entitled to anything and everything, including other people’s significant others.

No one knew what started the rivalry between you two, but they knew it got cemented when he had sex with your first college boyfriend while you guys were dating and then went on to sleep with any guy you had the slightest attraction to.

So, Jason would be no different when he placed himself a little too close for the dark-haired boy’s liking, trying to maneuver himself away.

“I’ve seen you around on campus before. Are you a student here?”

“Xavion, don’t you have someone else to harass and stalk?” Your best friend commented with an irritated eye roll.

The boy in question only threw a dirty glance at your comrade before turning back to your boyfriend, taking considerable delight in looking him up and down, “Damn, aren’t you a big boy. You’re Y/N’s boyfriend, right? Gotten bored yet?”

Everyone tensed at that, watching how Xavion only got bolder in his flirting, “I’d understand if you did. Y/N’s just not that interesting, and honestly, a little ran through. I’d be happy to show you other options though,” He voiced with a suggestive tone.

Dick, Tim, and Damian watched with slightly nervous eyes as the promiscuous boy moved his hand that was caressing Jason’s arm and placed it around his neck, waiting for the ball to drop as the second Wayne kid's hands began to twitch on the table.

Before anyone could move to stop it, they saw Xavion get literally yanked off of Jason and onto the ground. Your boyfriend and his siblings along with your best friend who began to cheer your name watched as you dragged the slut onto the ground by the back of his shirt and proceeded to WHALE on him.

No one had noticed you coming back from the bathroom, too busy watching Xavion rub his hands all over your boyfriend. When you got closer and saw what was happening, you immediately saw red and picked up your pace, only to dash into a mad sprint when you saw his hand touch Jason’s neck.

Jason after breaking out of his stunned trance immediately ran over to pull you off the screaming boy who was crying for help. Dick and Tim ran over to pull Xavion out of your grasp, just barely managing to save him from what would have been a devastating kick from your boot to his face.

“Touch my boyfriend again and see what happens bitch!” You shouted out at the boy. Luckily, you were in a secluded part of campus, so no one had seen the fight. But, when Xavion had gotten off the ground looking thoroughly fucked up, he tried to run up on you, seeing Jason holding you back and thinking he had an open shot.

Little did he or Jason expect, you used your smaller stature to slip out of Jason’s hold and rushed the boy before kicking your leg up and landing that hit that was taken from you earlier. You took sick satisfaction hearing and feeling the crunch under your foot as it connected with his nose.

Dick, Tim, and Damian watched in complete shock seeing you beat the shit out of this boy. Now, they could really see why you and Jason were such a good match for each other.

When Jason got you back in his arms, he made sure to hold on a little tighter to you so you couldn’t slip away again. Dick and Tim had to help the sobbing boy cradling his broken nose, saying they would take him to the emergency room.

Jason pulled you both back towards the table, sitting you down on his lap as he held your hands down. He could not help how hard he was under you and didn’t care to hide it. Watching that display had him a different level of horny and he frankly couldn’t wait to take you home.

After a few moments passed and you settled down, everyone looked up to the sound of a throat clearing.

“Todd, I don’t know if I ever told you this before,” Damian started, looking at you both with his usual judgemental stare, “...Good job.” He said with a nod toward you.

You were both surprised, Jason especially, as neither of you had ever heard the youngest Robin give out a compliment.

“If you screw this up somehow, which I have little doubt that you’ll find a way, I will not hesitate to end you.”

There was the Damian you both knew.

“I second that motion,” Your best friend added to which you just laughed.

“Shut it, gremlin.” Jason retorted before squeezing you against his body.

“Don’t worry, Damian. I don’t think Jason will do anything to screw this up. Besides, if he does do something stupid, he’ll have me to worry about.” You said, a mischievous twinkle in your eye.

You heard Jason growl lowly against you before grinding you into his lap, letting you feel his hardness poking you through your shorts. You popped his arm to which he responded with a pinch on your ass, your best friend watching in disgusted amusement.

“You two make me sick.”

“Back at you, ugly.” You responded.

Damian turned his head, looking in the direction where Dick and Tim took Xavion to an ER room, “I despise harlots.”

“OH! Speaking of which, thank you, Damian, for reminding me.” You said before leaning over Jason to grab your bag and pull out your laptop.

“What are you doing?” Your boyfriend asked.

“Insurance. I knew the day would come when that hoe went too far. So just in case he decides to go to the university about this little spat, I’m emailing a detailed description of how everything went down, along with photos and evidence of his affairs with various teachers and staff. To them, it will look like Xavion attacked me out of retaliation because he thought I would snitch on him about his sexual misconduct. Now, tell me, babe, did you feel physically violated?” You asked while making various edits to your already drafted email.

“Huh?” Jason replied confused.

“Just say yes.” Your best friend told him with a smirk.

“Um, yes? I think…”

“Perfect! Putting that down for the record, so, if that slut decides to try to get me in trouble, I can show I had completely justifiable reasons to hand him his ass on a concrete platter.” You stated a little too cheerily to be considered not disturbing.

Your best friend was not surprised by this at all, while Damian and Jason looked at you like you had two heads.

“Isn’t the expression ‘silver platter?’” Damian pointed out.

“Yeah, but I dragged his ass up and down on concrete, so it’s a concrete platter today.”

You looked up to see the two Robins staring at you.

“What? Bitches fucked around, so bitches found out. Don’t blame me.” You said while continuing to type.

“I fucking love you,” Jason said while biting at your ear lobe, making you laugh.

Damian could only scoff as he watched you two.

“And people swear Todd’s the threat.”

☀️ | Jason Todd/Red Hood | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

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mewmeiw · 4 months

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Ain’t nothin gonna keep him from you.. 💀

Future scene doodle! 😋😋

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jupiter-letters · 3 months

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Dating Oliver Queen would include:

Fem!Reader or GN!Reader TW: Suggestive content

A/N: There is not enough oliver queen fics on the internet like this man is so fine. 😩😩😩 You guys need to wake up and appreciate him I'm so serious. This is gonna be based off comic/jlu oliver since I don't rock with the live action one. We don't like live action counter parts in these parts.

In the beginning it doesn't take much for him to work up the courage to ask you out. You weren't having it at first given his reputation, all the girls and boys couldn't get enough of Oliver Queen. This inital skepticism in his motives leads to him trying to win you over, aka impressing you. This results in a cute little back and forth with you two. Him going bigger and bigger with his gestures and you shaking your head amused at his antics. You do cave eventually seeing how far he'll go to get your attention.

You can't go on missions with him at all. At first he's taking everything as seriously as he's supposed to but, the last half he's fooling around.

God forbid it's a stakeout, yeah you both need to keep a look out but he just wants to kiss you for 5 minutes that's all. He teases you about it too he's so annoying. He'll get real close when you're looking out your binoculars and whisper in your ear, "Come on honey you know you wanna kiss me." wink wink nudge nudge. Of course you end up making out on a rooftop only stopping when an explosion goes off in the distance.

He loves taking you on trips, spoiling you in general. Even if you insist you don't need anything he just likes giving you stuff. You need new headphones? Got it. You need a new car, say no more he's got it.

When things get difficult he likes to try to joke just to see you smile, or elevate some tension. Oliver isn't the type of guy to do nothing when his partner is feeling down. He at his core is very proactive, if the jokes don't work he'll make your favorite drink or take you for a drive.

If you are a superhero/vigilante, he makes sure he gets paired up with you so he can have your back. Powers or no powers he doesn't want you to go alone. If you're a civilian, he checks in on you during missions. He could be mid-fight and call you about how your day was. "So....What are you wearing?" SMASH! CRASH! SHATTER! "Hang on one sec honey!" When he does get injured he tries to play it off like it's not as bad as it actually is. He'll melt when you take of his injuries, he'll never be quieter than when you do that.

He really doesn't like to sleep without you, some nights he gets nightmares about being back on the island. You're always there to comfort him after, being able to hold you when you both sleep is very grounding for him. Being able to wake up next to you is best part of his day, he likes to sneak off while you're sleeping and make pancakes.

Having to go with him undercover to gather intel, he going to have a very hard time concentrating when you get dressed up. He's having a conversation with Bruce and Dick when you walk in. As soon as you come into his view his mind goes blank for a moment. Dick has to snap his fingers in front of Oliver's face to bring him back to Earth. He CANNOT be away from you all night after that, of course you get the info you need but he won't stop complimenting you.

"Yeah I agree with you gorgeous." "Of course beautiful, duly noted." "Creeps like that aren't coming anywhere near you pretty." "You might be too smart for me good-looking." "I can't wait to get out of here you look stunning tonight."

He is your biggest fan, when he wants to make a decision he asks for your input. In the watchtower and the hall of justice, during mission briefings he makes sure you can voice your opinion uninterrupted. He'll even buy merch of your superhero logo, you might walk into his mansion and see him wearing a shirt with your logo on it. Oliver may even get you a green arrow shirt and look at you like this 🥺🥺 to get you to wear it.

Thanks for reading! Lemme know what you think. Please like or reblog if you like my stuff.

#oliver queen x reader #green arrow x reader #dc comics headcanons #dc comics x reader #justice league x reader #justice league unlimited imagines #~⋆｡°tales from the dreaming #dcau x reader #reader insert #dc animated imagine

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rapz-rites · 10 months

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They All Know Now

That Batfam finds out Damian has a gf, but not from Damian

A/N: just randomly had this idea. Mostly a group chat between the Batfam reacting the finding out Damian has a boo thang

Enjoy 😊

Word Count: 850+

Warning: Cursing, Dick being a drama queen, Tim doubting Damian’s rizz

Damian hadn’t expected for people to find out, especially not like this

Why can’t people just mind their own business

This whole thing was stupid

You and Damian went out to this small fair just outside of Gotham for a date

You thought it would be unnecessary to wear disguises

You wanted a normal date without disguises and paparazzi

But you were wrong

You guys were having a nice time, walking and holding hands, sharing some cotton candy

Unfortunately, someone from Gotham Academy was there too

They took a picture and somehow media outlets got it

It was going viral

The headlines ranged from “Damian Wanye Mystery Girl” to “Who is this girl? Lover or Gold Digger”

A few months ago, you and Damian got matching promise ring

One news outlet mistook them for wedding rings

“Nothing like his billionaire father, Damian Wayne is locked in”

When you showed Damian the headlines

You found them hilarious

Damian didn’t

Not even 10 minutes after you showed him the first headline the ‘BatChat’ group chat

Made by none other than Dick Grayson

BATCHAT 🦇

GRAYSON: Attachment: 5 images 2 videos

WHAT IS THIS?

DAMIAANNNNN!!!!!

DAMIAN : What do you want?

I’m busy.

CASS : Are you with Y/N?

DAMIAN : Yes.

GRAYSON : Is that why you’ve been disappearing lately??

TODD : Wow….

The demon spawn got a girlfriend

I thought Raven was going to be the one and only

DRAKE : Wait…

Damian really has a girlfriend???

DUKE : Haven’t you been keeping up

DRAKE : No really…

I’m busy ok

STEPH : Are we going to ignore the fact that Cass knew and didn’t tell us

GRAYSON : Yea Cass

Why didn’t you tell us???

CASS : Not my secret to tell

DAMIAN : That's why she was allowed to know

CASS : Bruce knew too

GRAYSON : I feel betrayed

Why didn’t you tell me?

🥲.

DUKE : I wonder why

🙄.

GRAYSON : Don't sass me rn Duke

DAMIAN : Cass, Y/N wants to know if you’re going on patrol on Friday.

TODD : SHE KNOWS?!!?!?!

Does Bruce know she knows?

GRAYSON : OF COURSE HE KNOWS

Its Bruce

CASS : I’m not.

Why?

DAMIAN : She says “we need to finish the movie from our sleepover”

STEPH : YOU TWO HAD A SLEEPOVER WITHOUT ME

DUKE : What was the movie?

TODD : Really Duke?

That’s what you want to know

DUKE : Yes… leave me alone

DAMIAN : I don’t know.

DUKE : Can you ask please 🙏🏾

DAMIAN : She said they finished Salt, with Angelina Jolie and are now on Mr and Mrs Smith

CASS : Ask her if we’re going to watch Megan Fox movies after.

DUKE : Angelina Jolie…

Megan fox…

Can I PLEASE join 🙏🏾 🙏🏾 🙏🏾

DAMIAN : I’m not a walkie-talkie.

Text her yourself.

DUKE : Fine

I don’t have her number

CASS : …

DAMIAN : I was talking to Cass

STEPH : Uhm….

What about me?!?!?!

GRAYSON: Steph plz

Damian has been ignoring me this entire time

😢.

Can we meet her????

DAMIAN : No.

CASS: Y/N says she would love to meet you but only if “Dami” is comfortable with it

GRAYSON : SHE GETS TO GIVE YOU A NICKNAME BUT NOT ME

Everytime I try to give you one you reject it

DRAKE : Dami?

Who’s Dami

TODD : Damian

Duhhh

DRAKE : I'm running of 2 hours of sleep and 8 cups of coffee

🖕🏾.

TODD : 😂

Suddenly everyone got an incoming call

--Incoming Facetime Call: Damian--

Once everyone joined the group facetime they all noticed a girl sitting next to Damian

They couldn’t lie

You were gorgeous

You looked like the girl that wasn’t overly popular but everyone liked

Basically a Disney princess

But you didn’t look like Damian’s usual type

Raven or his past fling, Flatline

You were probably the reason he slowly started incorporating color in his wardrobe

I mean it was just dark colors but it was colors nonetheless

You finally spoke up and the conversation rolled on from there

Y/N : Hi everyone! I’m Y/N!

It's so nice to meet the rest of you.

Grayson : Hi! Im Dick. Damian’s handsome oldest brother.

TODD : I’m Jason Todd. The cooler, even more handsome big bro.

DRAKE : Uh hi. Tim.

Everyone else started to introduce themselves

DAMIAN: Hurry up and ask what you need, we’re extremely busy.

Y/N : Damian, be nice. Feel free to ask me anything

After a brief moment of silence they all started talking at one

“See what I mean” Damian whispered in your ear

You rolled your eyes at him and spoke up

Y/N : One question at a time please

DRAKE : Is Damian paying you to act like his girlfriend? Did he have to bribe you?

For the next hour, you were answering questions and they were getting to know you

They like how you balanced Damian out

You chilled him out

Normally Damian would have been tearing their heads off, but you were calmed him before he could even react

They like seeing Damian happy

He was calmer at home

Even smiling

Actually it was a small lip smirk but they counted it

Damian was happy

Especially with you

They could tell by the way he would look at you when you talked

With so much love

I had this for a while but I finally posted it. When I pasted it from my google docs I was shocked cuz all the colors and formatting was basically gone and I had to redo them. Sadly they didn’t have the colors i wanted so Cass Duke and Tim are normal but I might give Tim orange or something 🤷🏾‍♀️

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne #damian wayne x female reader #damian wayne x y/n #damian wayne x you #Damian Al ghul x female reader #damian al ghul #damian al ghul x reader #paparazzi #secret relationship #dcau #dc comics #batfam #batfam x reader

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katsumox · 11 months

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"the roomate."

~1k words. jason todd x reader.

there's so much sexual tension here it should be illegal. anyway..

“Fuck you, Jason. Literally fuck you,” you shout, stomping into the shared apartment.

It was the third argument this week. It's been two months since you moved in, and the two of you have been arguing ever since. You found Jason's apparent severe dislike for you confusing, as you'd been nothing if not outright kind to him. At the very least, you've been an amicable and considerate roommate.

Time after time, Jason Todd found ways to get under your skin in the apartment you shared with him, Roy, and Kori. Though you were a new addition to the trio, you meshed extremely well with everyone, except Jason, of course. The two redheads were quick to tell you that Jason didn’t get along with many, but he didn’t mean any harm. Nevertheless, The four of you began renting a condo for the sake of cheap rent when the going got tough.

Something about you seemed to fundamentally irritate Jason. Maybe it was the fact that you didn’t have a perpetual stick up your ass, unlike him, or maybe it was because he had a natural aversion to anything happy or remotely nice. Perhaps it was the way you found reasons to smile and laugh obscenely hard at jokes his male friends say, but somehow find Jason entirely unfunny. Or perhaps it’s the fact that you don’t immediately shut down Roy’s frequent flirty jokes and offers for dates.

“Oh,” he drawls, eyes widened. “Didn’t think good girls like you cursed,” he mocks, following you into the shared living space.

You roll your eyes, kicking off your heels with a little more malice than you probably should.

“Just because you make it your life’s mission to be the meanest, most inconsiderate son of a bitch on the planet,” you snarl, stalking towards your room, “doesn’t mean I have to deal with it. Be a fucking cunt on your own time.”

“Fuck did you just say to me?”

You whip around, tired of the back and forth. “You heard exactly what the fuck I said.”

The smell of his cologne mixed with gunpowder all but invades your senses as he storms toward you.

“Fuck you,” he sneers, eyes narrowed. His hulking form towers over you, his neck craned down to see all of you as he backs you into a corner. At nearly 6’4, a literal wall of muscle and angst, he towers over you, posturing.

His near-permanent scowl hardens as you refuse to break eye contact, despite something in you begging to. Jason's always been pretty. If not for his attitude, you'd find him incredibly attractive. In fact, you think, mentally frowning, you find him attractive despite his cold demeanor. Maybe even because of it.

The rough timbre of Jason’s voice wakes you from your silent stupor.

“Tell me to leave,” he murmurs, pressing himself closer to you, lips just barely ghosting your own. He pulls back, realizing the desperation in his voice in tandem with his proximity to you is maddening.

“Tell me to get the fuck out," he says, breathless. "To stop touching you,” his hand now lightly squeezing your jaw, keeping you in place. Keeping you from avoiding confrontation.

His focus flickers between your lips and your eyes, taking labored breaths.

You part your lips, as whatever thought you began to formulate dies as you realize the proximity of Jason’s lips to yours. You take a shallow breath again. You could count every one of his dark, long eyelashes from here, you think. Every one of his sun spots and freckles, and scars.

“Tell me not to. Tell me now,” he rasps, blueish-green eyes half-hidden by low eyelids. Something unspoken passes between the two of you, neither of you saying anything, yet saying everything all at once. You take a breath, hoping your words won't fail you for a second time.

"…Fuck it."

Suddenly you both are on each other, kissing, clawing, and caressing all the same.

A groan rumbles in Jason's chest as you paw at him. You've been enveloped by him in all his entirety; his smell, his taste, his sounds. You press at his chest, a solid wall of muscle, hoping to push him blindly, to where you think the couch is. The man smirks at your initiative, taking the hint.

He taps your ass twice, but you're too distracted by the taste of him on your lips.

"Be good f'me, doll. Lemme lift you,"

You hum, more concerned with the mountain of a man in front of you. He lifts you with ease, sitting you on his lap as he resumes his mission to make you break. Your nails scrape down his chest deliciously, drawing out another low, needy noise from the man. Jason takes note of how freely you let your hands roam, ghosting over places that haven't been touched in a long time.

"Eager, aren't we, sweetheart?"

"Shut up," you say at full volume, caught off guard by the nickname and forgetting where you are.

"Shut me up, then," Jason quips, pulling you up toward his face for another dizzying kiss. His kisses move from the corner of your mouth down your jaw. Featherlight touches follow him down to your collarbone, where he lightly nibbles at you.

You let out a strangled, needy noise, one far too loud and embarrassing for the time and place the two of you find yourselves in.

"Shh, shhh. 'S okay, baby," Jason coos, a devilish smile creeping up on his swollen lips. "Wouldn't want the others to hear you, would we?"

You hum and shake your head, dazed, as the man deftly rubs circles into your hip with his fingers.

"Guess we should take this to a more private place, hm, pretty girl?"

You nod emphatically, chasing his lips as he moves you off of him.

"So," he pauses, catching his breath. His black hair is tousled, his lips pink and swollen, and his pupils blown wide.

"Your room or mine?"

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starlit-bug · 1 month

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Redraw of the Wild West au 😭

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hierba-picante · 9 days

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Here's roughs for Sun and Moon in the older sibling au! :] I like them hehee

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hadesrise · 8 days

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can’t help falling in love.

summary ➳ no matter what tragedy strikes, you and jason can’t help falling in love with each other. based on “can’t help falling in love” by elvis presley.

pairings ➳ jason peter todd x addams!male reader

warnings ➳ fluff, angst, very suggestive in the beginning, foul language, death and resurrection, mentions of violence, brainwash, hurt/comfort, destined soulmates, possessiveness if you squint, blood

author’s note ➳ okay, i take back what i said. i probably won’t stop writing addams!reader anytime soon. by the way, i don’t have specific jason in mind so any universe can be imagined for all my jason fics.

Wise men say

Only fools rush in

But I can’t help falling in love with you

The chilly air makes goosebumps appear on Jason’s skin as he hugs himself to shield away from the cold. Dark shine of the moon bringing peace to the silence completely surrounding him, Jason admires the statues littered across the graveyard behind Addams manor in honor of your fallen ancestors. Despite darkness lurking behind every shadow and spirits wandering around tirelessly, this place held utter peace and comfort, warming Jason’s heart by embracing it tightly in their arms.

Each ancestors had extraordinary headstone that fits them best with their statue standing tall and proud, it truly shows how Addams honor their family members the right way. None of their headstones were simple or boring, each having unique traits that Jason was certain they used to have when they were alive. Each Addams have unique traits that differed from one another, but all of them are undeniably extraordinary. They aren’t like any other, much like how his lover’s not like any other.

Jason feels a coat being wrapped around him before two arms sneaks around his waist, shoulder weighing slightly from where you rest your chin on it. He fights back a smile.

“You could’ve called for me, mon chéri. My siblings wouldn’t have minded one less duelling partner.” You softly say, pressing a kiss on his shoulder.

Jason instinctually leans back, snuggling to your neck. “Yeah, but you should spend more time with ‘em. Always with me, they’re gonna start thinking you’re forgetting your own siblings.”

“I assure you, they would not.” You start slowly swaying your bodies together to a non-existent music as Jason follows through with you. “They’re going to start thinking you’re forgetting them. Wednesday and Pugsley prefer you more than me, sweetheart, especially Wednesday.”

“Oh, really?” Jason smirks.

“Yes, really.” You nod with a sigh, though he could tell you weren’t annoyed at all. “She pushed me down the stairs last night after we’ve gotten back from our date.”

Jason throws his head back with a laugh, “Sorry babe. She might or might not have invited me to throw an axe at Pugsley and I turned it down.”

“No wonder she was beyond annoyed with me,” Amusement fills your tone as the corner of your lips twitch up to form a subtle smile. Jason looks at you over his shoulder and you immediately lean in for a lingering kiss, butterflies erupting in his stomach as his heart skip a beat. You then kiss his cheek and forehead before resting your chin back on his shoulder with eyes closed.

Jason sighs in content, admiring your captivating features that somehow reminds him of death. but your presence weren’t as cold as death, it’s warm and engulfing despite your touch rivaling that coldness of an ice. He leans closer for a moment, only to lift your arms that were around him so he could face you while still being embraced by you, burying his face on the crook of your neck.

“I really love you.” He sighs, arms secure around your back.

“I would do everything for you,” Your reply was instant, resting your head against his. He felt your arms squeeze him as if to emphasize, and he chuckled.

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?” The silly question slips from his lips, half-joking and half-serious, pulling his head back to look into your nearly lifeless eyes. He’s reminded of how it’s only alive because of him.

Your eyebrows raised slightly in mere question and amusement, but you take his hand and press a tender kiss on his palm.

“I adore you in every universe. I love you just as much as Icarus has loved the sun — even more than he’s loved the sun. I would shatter the ground and raise hell just to find you wherever you go. I would paint the sky with shooting stars to fulfill your wish. I would tear the world apart and watch the universe collapse if you are ever taken from me, for a life without you is a life full of unquenchable thirst and eternal hunger unworthy of surviving. I would worship every ground you stand and walk on to an extent which I wish not to touch the ground you haven’t touched yet, for it hasn’t been blessed with your divine greatness. I would offer you my eyes if your vision fails, my voice if yours can no longer function, my heart if yours cease to beat, my hands if you can no longer hold the world in yours, my legs if yours fail to take you to places you’ve dreamed of. Only death shall keep me away from you, and even so, it would merely be enough to prevent me from either clawing the dirt apart and rising alive to hold you in my arms, or dragging you down with me to rest for all eternity together.”

By the end of your speech, Jason was already crying ocean of tears as his eyes twinkles in overwhelming happiness, extremely touched.

Both of you always make long and romantic declaration of your love for each other in most random times, and while his speech makes you smile from ear to ear and giddy like a high schooler, yours often never failed to reduce him into nothing but a sobbing and crying mess. He hates it, but could never bring himself to hate you for making him cry.

You smile gently at him and press very soft kisses on both of his eyelids before continuing, “Therefore, the answer is yes, my love. I would still love you if you were a worm.”

Jason chokes out a chuckle, sniffing. “Fuck you for always catching me off guard and making me cry.”

Your hands cup his red face as you coo, “Do not be ashamed for shedding your tears, Jason. Quite frankly, I find them very captivating.”

“Yeah?” He smirked. “You like seeing me cry?”

“Ah, yes...” A flirtatious smirk appears on your lips, one arm pulling him close and the other hand sneaking up to gently clasp your fingers around his throat. “Indeed, I do. Especially in bed.”

Jason resists his urge to moan when you squeezed slightly, tilting his head back a little to give you more access. “Why in bed when you can make me cry right here and now?” He whispered, rather lusciously as you stare into his lustful eyes.

You lick your lips before smashing your lips on his hungrily and Jason quickly reciprocates, no longer feeling the chilliness of the graveyard air.

Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin

If I can’t help falling in love with you?

Jason loves you more than words can express. He loves you oh so dearly that he would turn back to the God that his heart stopped believing after he came back to life just so he could recite prayers for an eternity with you. Jason never thought it was possible to love someone so much so that he’d be willing to both give up everything for you and give you everything you want.

But sometimes, love makes him afraid.

Afraid of losing you. Afraid of seeing you hurt. Afraid of knowing anyone and anything can take you away any moment. He hadn’t thought about what you feel everytime you see him injured, but when you walked into the living room all bloody, bruised and slashed, his heart stopped and the mug he was holding just slipped from his hand to shatter on the floor.

You laid down on the large expensive sofa with a slight wince as Jason ran off to find some medical kits available in the Addams manor, being helped by Thing to locate its whereabout, before running back in with the necessities. He almost got a heart attack when he saw you had your eyes closed, seemingly not breathing, looking paler than usual. Dropping the medical kits on the carpeted floor below the sofa, he quickly checks on your pulse and sighs in relief when he feels it, just then remembering that an Addams is very unlikely to show any physical signs of breathing unless letting out a sigh.

You open your eyes and admire his face twisted in worry and fear, moving up a hand to pat his head twice. “It’s not necessary to be overly concerned, my dear. Nothing to fear of, these are mere injuries that can easily be treated.” You wave it off with the same hand, somehow very calm and nonchalant despite how intense your injuries looked.

Sadness now replacing the look on his face, Jason wordlessly shakes his head and begins to treat the bruises and cuts on your face with careful and soothing hands. You stop him gently to remove your vigilante suit before letting him continue, comforting silence filling the almost grim atmosphere. Jason doesn’t realize you’re watching every bit of his expression, seeing the way his perfect eyebrows furrow and his lips frown slightly every time he moves from one injury to another. It feels like the injury’s getting worse the more he moved to the next, and it made his heart heavy.

Your gaze softens, knowing he was having second thoughts about speaking the things that bothered him.

It seems Jason has quickly gathered the strength to speak because before you can throw encouraging words, his quiet voice interrupts the comfortable silence. “I know you’re not afraid of dying or anything with your culture and all, but it makes me worry a lot.” You nod to let him know you’re listening. “I sound like a real hypocrite ‘cause I go out on mission then come back here like a fucking zombie more than I want to admit, so I don’t have the right to say anything like this, but you almost gave me a heart attack.”

The corner of your mouth twitched, silently encouraging him to speak his thoughts more as he cleans your wounds. You don’t miss the way Jason’s hand trembled.

“You’re not...” He trailed off, hesitant to continue as he bit his lip as if to contemplate whether or not to say it out loud. He followed through it, anyway. “You’re not gonna leave me, right?” Jason tries, looking up and meeting your eyes. His emerald irises were wavering in worry and hint of fear.

Your hand gently caress his face, Jason leaning on it immediately. “As I’ve said before, mon amour... Death is merely enough to prevent me from crawling back to you.” Ignoring your freshly bandaged wounds, you pulled Jason on your lap and tugged at the back of his neck to kiss his lips passionately and comfortingly. “Leaving you only means leaving my heart and soul behind, darling. We wouldn’t want me to feel incomplete, would we?”

Jason sighs in content against your lips, before carefully shifting on the big sofa so he could squish beside you and pull you to his chest, initiatively big-spooning you.

“ ‘m just really scared to lose you,” He whispered, burying his face on your hair and hugging you close, but not tight enough to hurt. It’s not like you’re capable of feeling pain, but you appreciated his kindness nonetheless.

You press a tender kiss on his chest, looking up at him and frowning softly. “I sincerely apologize for frightening you, my love. I’ll make an oath to be careful next time.”

Jason nods, basking in your warmth, your scent, your presence.

Gods, he loves you too much to let you go. He could never, would never. You belong to him just as much as he belongs to you and even death has no right to take that away. You were his, and only his — in life and death.

You feel Jason’s arms tighten around you, and resisted the smile spreading across your face. Death can never intimidate you as your culture revolves around it, but the thought of losing Jason was always triggering for you. It made you dive into insanity and quickly get rid of the problem at hand, as if you’ll suffocate if you’re not quick enough to eliminate the threat. Handling Joker physically, handling Bruce mentally, handling those irrelevant crime lords who nearly hurt Red Hood off the streets violently, all things of sort.

Fall down with me further, mon chéri.

Your mind shall be filled with me and only me, even if it’s utter fear of losing me.

A dreamy look flashed across your eyes before disappearing fast, burying your face in his chest and embracing him tighter. If you’re both too afraid for the other to die and lose them, then maybe dying together would not sound so bad at all.

You had read once on a book that falling in love is a curse, for you’ll drown in it before you even realize and fail to resurface once you fall too deep, unable to ever get out again.

However, if that is the case, you disagreed. Because it was never a curse, it’s only ever been a blessing.

Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

“Where the fuck is he!?” Jason yelled in rage, red clouding his vision as he threw the mug on a wall. Panic, anger, and worry filled his chest that made his frustration grow even more.

Bruce sighed, worry also plastering his face as he attempted to grasp your location with the computer. “He’s only been gone for an hour, Jason. Be patient.”

“Anything can fucking happen in an hour!” He growled back, glaring harshly before the worry and panic began to overthrow his anger, one hand slipping through his hair and tugging at it. “I— fuck, what am I gonna do? I shouldn’t have let him go alone, I should’ve went with him—”

Dick quickly approached his little brother when his breathing started to grow uneven. “Jay, hey... Breathe, calm yourself first. He’s going to be okay, he’s an untouchable badass.”

“No, you don’t understand,” Jason shakes his head, rubbing his face. “I wouldn’t know what to do without him— I can’t live without him, Dicky. I can’t.” His voice broke as he trembled, silence filling the air with everyone frowning in sadness and worry.

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be

Jason felt his heart thumping loudly against his chest when he saw you fighting enemies with only sustaining little injuries, relief flooding throughout his body. It’s like the world brightened up again, ironically.

You made eye contact in the middle of the fight, smirking at him. “Can’t get rid of me easily, love.”

A light-hearted chuckle erupts from Jason as he joins you along with the Batfam in fighting the League of Assassins, you and Jason moving in sync as if dancing through the violence. Both of you moved swiftly together, fitting each other perfectly like the pieces of puzzle, using each other occassionally as a leverage against them.

“This is like dancing in our graveyard,” Jason grinned under his Red Hood helmet, adrenaline rushing in his veins.

“Indeed, it does feel like it.” You responded with subtle enthusiasm, only noticeable by your lover. He laughs at your answer, enjoying the moment even when it was violent.

Take my hand

Take my whole life too

He doesn’t know why he got distracted. He doesn’t know why he didn’t pay attention more to his surroundings. But before Jason knew it, Raj’s Al Ghul’s sword was nearly piercing into him.

Until your firm and cold hand pushed him away, everything feeling like a slow motion in Jason’s eyes as the sword pierced into your chest and through your back, directly striking the heart. Jason’s eyes widened, anguished call of your name slipping from his lips. Blood dripping from your mouth, you tightly held onto the sword before driving one of your sais on Raj’s Al Ghul’s throat, where a vital point is.

The League of Assassins member fell on the ground first, clutching his throat and choking on his own blood.

Amusement flickers in your eyes, even at the graveness of the situation. You looked back at Jason and smiled, grabbing the sword’s handle and pulling it off your chest despite Batman’s loud protests. Loud metallic clank echoes within the warehouse as you dropped the sword on the concrete, stepping forward once towards your lover, but your legs giving away made you almost tumble down.

Jason immediately catches you in his arms and lays you on his lap, tears stinging his eyes as his breath quickens, removing his helmet to throw it beside him. Heartbeat rapid and restless, heart dropped to his stomach, nausea forming in the pit of his stomach due to the sight of blood flowing outwards to your vigilante suit from the hole on your chest. He could feel a panic attack nearing, but couldn’t be bothered to care when the blood kept pouring out even when he applied pressure.

“No— no, no, no, no.” He chokes up, swallowing the lump that formed in his throat, trembling hands continuously putting pressure on your chest. “Stay with me, please. Stay with me. I can’t—” He sobbed. “I can’t lose you.”

Your breathing was shallow yet no fear plastered your face. There’s your usual calmness, the nonchalance that Bruce used to be so unsettled when he first met you, your almost dead eyes still sparkling in love and adoration for Jason. You don’t seem to care about your injury nor the outstretched arms of the Grim Reaper.

Your bloodied lips stretches to form a weak smile, captivated by Jason’s beauty under the moonlight. “You’re still magnificent, mon cherí… A sight to behold… under the moonlight…”

“Baby, now’s not the time.” Jason whined pathetically, tears flowing endlessly from his eyes. Dread, fear, devastation settling in his chest. “Please, baby. Please. I don’t know— fuck, I can’t live without you.” He cried, uncaring that you two were surrounded by his family. “I don’t… I can’t, baby. I— I can’t lose you, please.”

Adrenaline rushing through your veins and motivated by your sheer love for him, you reached up to wipe his tears and grab his other hand to intertwine it with yours. Jason’s heart drops further down the abyss when you then used it to pull out his dagger — the one you gifted him — out of his holster. “You would not lose me, by other’s hands, my sweetheart… I made an oath, to only offer you my life and soul, with no one else to have the privilege of ending me.”

“No— please, baby, no.” Jason weakly shakes his head, sobbing.

You gripped his hand that held the dagger. “You ought to, cherí… It is an honour for me to die by your hands. Please, allow me… to love you, one last time.”

Jason whimpered your name, crying heavily as he leans down to rest his head on yours. You were so cruel, wanting to die by his hands, wanting him to live forever with his hands stained in your blood— but Jason knew that’s how extent your love was for him. He could never deny you, not when it was your greatest wish.

Croaks and sobs escaping him, Jason finally drives the dagger through your chest, right where the sword pierced you. It is only then you slumped against him, hands slowly dropping to your sides with mouth slightly turned up in a smile of peace and satisfaction.

The greatest proof that you love him. Carving yourself deep into his heart, so he could never be alone even when you’re physically gone.

Jason wailed in anguish and sorrow, hugging your now lifeless body close as he brokenly recites the speech you gave him in the graveyard.

You hurt him badly, loved him too cruelly, but it was still better than losing you forever. He would’ve driven the dagger into his own beating heart if only you allowed him.

For I can’t help falling in love with you

Jason lost the brightness he had in him. Emerald eyes lifeless that seemed as if you took his soul with him, still functioning yet lacking in human emotions as if he was a robotic being.

Sometimes, he breaks so suddenly.

Utters your name like a curse, sobbing and weeping in his room, scar so deep in his heart he scratches at his chest in attempt to get it out to stop the ache. His emotions were too unstable that left him unqualified to continue the vigilantism, which he agreed emotionlessly when pointed out by Bruce.

Sometimes, he’s shattered too much and far too gone in grief that he sleeps on your grave. Covers himself in blanket and nuzzles on your headstone, as if it would give him the warmth you always radiated despite being as cold as death. He could only sleep that way; the sleeping pills don’t help, but being close to your body does.

He holds his dagger close to him all the time. Stained in your dried blood that he never got the nerve to wash off, afraid that his mind would someday choose to forget your existence to block out the trauma.

He wears everything you used to wear. Uses your weapons, things, accessories. His favourite is your sunglasses. Having your possessions close always made him feel like you were embracing him.

No one ever attempted to get them away from him in fear of shattering his soul furthermore. His entire being seemingly dependent on everything that reminded of you, they didn’t want to trigger something inside of him any more than the scar in his heart did.

“Love truly is the greatest twisted curse in the world, Mr. Wayne.” Morticia mutters in sorrow as she looks out the window of the Addams’ manor, watching Jason curl up against your headstone with tears silently streaming down his face.

Bruce looks down in dejection, nodding his head.

His boy was beyond repair, and no one could do anything about it because you were gone.

Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Jason’s eyes were wide in shock and horror. Emotions swirled within his chest; anger, disgust, sadness, grief, disbelief, and joy battling one another that overwhelmed him all at once. His family stood with him in front of the monitor, their expressions just as horrified as him, the familiar situation causing dread to settle on the pit of Bruce’s stomach.

The monitor showed you, alive and well with the exception of your eyes seeming more dead and lifeless than before. Everything was the same from your emotionless face to your vigilante suit that you died in, but Jason could see right through you. This wasn’t you. This you wasn’t his.

Not when you were standing in the same room as the Joker who you’d immediately kill if you were put together.

Jason was even more certain you weren’t his when he sees you up close, your personality different from that sophisticated, nonchalant yet wonderful one you had before. You’re just… blank. A dead person living without humanity and following orders. You don’t follow orders, you hated being controlled.

The familiarity makes his chest clench and hurt. He’s been through this exact thing, he never thought you would experience it too.

“I don’t want to fight you, baby.” Jason whispered, voice cracking. His helmet hiding the heartbroken look on his face that you were standing in front of him with your sais pointed dangerously in his direction.

You scowled. He’s somehow familiar, your chest erupting in unknown emotions that Talia never taught you about. The urge to hold him close was tugging at the strings of your heart, but you stay glued to your spot. “I do not know you, fool.” You emotionlessly remark.

Hurt flashed across his face. There’s nothing he wanted more than to be held by you and hold you close, but how could he when you don’t recognise him? Did they brainwash you? Your memories lack, but they could come back, right?

“Red Hood,” Batman warningly calls his name when you lowered your stance.

Jason still didn’t pull out his guns.

“Baby, it’s me.” He whispered weakly. “Please, you said you’ll hold me again. You’ll crawl out of dirt to hold me or pull me under with you, remember?” Jason tried again, tears shimmering his eyes. His throat burned.

Your eyes narrowed, brows furrowing. You feel like you’ve told him that, but couldn’t remember. Something was banging on your head from the depths of your mind that made it throb. Gripping your sais, you desperately ignored the pain to focus on your task.

“Ignore it,” Talia’s voice entered your ears. “Kill him.”

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be

“Fuck!” Jason yelps when you managed to slash him on his leg, dodging your next attack quickly. “Wait— please, listen to me!”

“Red Hood, watch out!” Red Robin shouts just as Jason narrowly avoids your sai flying towards his head.

He couldn’t find any other way to get you to listen. The way you attempted to tune him out makes him believe you were feeling something, but there’s nothing he could do when you keep coming at his throat. Desperation runs through his veins, heart still bleeding out for you even as you try to kill him. The coldness in your eyes was foreign that carved another scar in his heart, but he can’t hate you no matter what.

Jason’s heart jackhammered against his ribcage when you finally caught him by the throat and slammed him harshly on the floor, your murderous look that he always loved plastered over your face. He stops struggling after realising he could never hurt you again, and slowly hovers his hand over your wrist. Your grip on his throat was tight, but Jason couldn’t be bothered to panic.

He finally had you again at last. Why should he panic when the source of his life was so near to him?

“Have you gotten exhausted of fighting back?” You calmly tilted your head, curiosity in your eyes. Jason doesn’t miss the split seconds of conflicted look.

“I can’t,” He replies quietly. “I love you, baby. Never stopped.” His other hand raised to remove his helmet, ignoring Bruce’s protest, and your grip on his throat faltered as soon as you make eye contact with the emerald eyes that you adore too much.

“I don’t want to fight you, (Y/n). So kill me,” Jason mumbled with a soft voice. “Allow me to love you one last time and stab my heart with your sai. For a life without you is a life full of unquenchable thirst and eternal hunger unworthy of surviving.” He recited your own quote back to you with a tearful smile.

Closing his eyes, peace overtakes Jason for the first time in a long while since losing you as he waits for the abrupt pain of being pierced through the heart. However, all that came was softness attaching itself to his lips.

Take my hand

Take my whole life, too

Jason snaps his eyes wide open in shock at your lips pressing against his, the death grip on his throat loosening just to hover affectionately over it. His body naturally reacts, moving on its own to reciprocate your kiss and relish in it, arms flying up to wrap around your neck.

You pulled away when he yearns for oxygen, a sob nearly escaping him again when he sees the love and warmth in your eyes. You smile gently at him, brightness returning to your previously dead eyes. “I’m deeply sorry, my love. I’m back.”

Jason tearfully chuckled and crushed you in a hug, heart rapidly beating against his chest. Relief wasn’t enough of a word to describe the happiness he felt. The feeling of being embraced tightly by you causing tears to stream down his face for the nth time, his longing and yearning finally being fulfilled. He missed this, he missed you, he missed his only home.

For I can’t help falling in love with you

Neither you nor Jason had left the bedroom since returning, having locked yourselves up in his room that you shared to obtain privacy for yourselves. None of the Waynes were bothered too much as they understood how much Jason yearned for your presence, the only comfort he’s ever had in his life.

Jason’s been holding onto you for dear life with the fear of you vanishing out of nowhere, his face buried on the crook of your neck and hand resting on your chest directly above your heart to feel it beating through his palm. Your arms securely wrapped around him in reassurance makes him feel more safe and at peace than he ever did. He pulls away slightly to look up, seeing you already staring at him with fondness and comfort.

“Don’t leave me again, please.” He croaks like a lost child, voice cracking.

You kissed his forehead. “I’d return to you in a heartbeat, my Jason.”

Jason stares into your gentle eyes, snuggling closer to you and intwining his legs with yours to feel every part of you. “Can’t live without you, baby.” He whispered.

You smiled. Perhaps, it was time to tell him.

Even death can’t severe the emotional bond and love you have for each other, which leaves one option; together. Falling out of love was never in either of your vocabulary, anyway.

For I can’t help falling in love with you

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