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deepdisireslonging · 2 months

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Ready for Tomorrow

The Reader finds out who brought her home after her binge. She regrets getting drunk at all, but things work out for the better. Much much better.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings/Promises: alcohol discussion, angst, fluff, smut (trifecta!)

Word Count: 3540

Note: Here is part 2 of the commission I received. I tried to squeeze in as much heartfelt emotion into this part as I could. Let me know how I did, and happy reading!

Part 1: Replacing the Regrets

Quietly, you reached into your nightstand for your throwing knives. Your blood ran cold.

They weren’t there.

As footsteps approached your door, the worst options of who could be on the other side of the wood swirled in your head. You didn’t feel drugged. But you had plenty of enemies whose real faces you didn’t know by sight. None of them should know where you lived. Henchmen and mob bosses could have found out. Unless you told them while drunk.

You kind of hoped it was Dick about to walk in. You had been careless.

As the doorknob turned, you slid to the side of the bed, ready to jump and defend yourself.

“Mornin’, sunshine. How’s your head?”

“Jason?”

His hair, ruffled from sleeping in who knows what tangled position on your couch, barely covered up how his eyebrows shot up. “Yeah? Who did you think brought you home, Sweetheart?” His focus shifted to not spilling anything on the tray in his hands. So, he had made you breakfast. And when your answer wasn’t forthcoming, he eyed you again before placing it in your lap. “You don’t remember? Anything?” He chuckled, unsurprised. “Wow. You were ‘out’ out. Don’t know why I’m surprised, considering how you acted last night.”

You swallowed thickly. “How- how did I act last night?”

“Clingy. Crying. To your credit, you only threw up once. And it was in the bushes before we made it to the bike.”

“You brought me home on your bike!”

He shrugged. “Didn’t want to leave it there. And I’m not positive a cab would have come even if I called one.” Handing you a fork, he eyed you again. “That was… an interesting part of town you were in. What made you go there?”

Instead of answering, you let your thoughts congeal while taking a bite of your breakfast. He had remembered your favorite fare. “I- The only good thing about that side is that people don’t usually ask questions when a girl wants to drink alone.” You took a sip of coffee, nearly choking on how strong it was. “Clingy and crying. That’s not too bad.”

“Nah. And I’m used to it.”

The guilt turned your bones to magma, making you wish you could melt through the floor. All of those conversations about his mother and having to clean up after her hit you hard. The weight of him crying into your shoulder when she was gone. Missing her even after everything she had put him through. Knowing that you had made him relive any of that, even to a small degree, made your heart ache. When you tried to fumble through an apology, he waved it away. Still, you pressed on. Even when he took your fork and started feeding you between sentences.

“Really, it’s fine.”

“But- you shouldn’t have to be used to it. Not from me.”

“Let it go.”

Biting back further attempts, you drank your coffee. “Did- did you find my failed date?”

Jason smiled, making his dimples shine. “Yeah. Dick got to him just as the muggers arrived. Your description of that creep was accurate.” He looked at your nightstand. “You got a funny way of going straight-edge. Or are you just anti-meds now?”

“No. I didn’t know how I got home, or with whom. Wasn’t going to take anything suspicious.” You crossed your arms with a pout. “You could have left a note.”

He frowned. “I did. It’s-” Where he pointed was only bare wood. With a little searching, he found the note behind the stand. “Ah. That explains your confusion. And your knives are in the kitchen. I didn’t want to get stabbed if I brought breakfast before you woke up.” He nodded at the little round assistants. “You can take the pills now.”

“So, they’re not contraband raided from one of your side hustles?”

“No. They’re from the pharmacy around the corner. Since I couldn’t find your personal stache.”

“It was behind the bathroom mirror,” you said, swallowing them down.

With a bluster, he whined, “I thought I looked there!” Grumbling, he sat on the edge of your bed. “How long have you been awake?”

“A few minutes before you dropped something. And what was the loud noise before that? Sounded like a gunshot.”

“I – uh. I had a little trouble with your gas stove.”

You paused. “Jason. Did you blow up my kitchen?”

“No!”

You failed to hide a smile behind your coffee cup at his rushed answer.

“No. Nothing’s singed. Everything is fine.”

“Uh-huh.” You finished your breakfast in silence while Jason felt your forehead. “Jay? I’m- I am really sorry about calling you. Not- not calling you because I was in- in trouble but calling you… calling you while I was- while I was like that. I shouldn’t have gotten so drunk.” You sighed. “I shouldn’t have gotten drunk at all. Or at least had a plan of who to call instead of all of you.” With a wince, you ran a hand over your face. “How did Cass react?”

A warm smile passed across his face. “She was in the middle of beating up some loons by the docks when you called. Let you go to voicemail, then checked in with Dick to make sure you were okay. While he rescued the guy, I came to get you. But Cass texted me a few hours ago that she’s saved your message for posterity.”

“Shit.”

After putting the tray on the floor, he slid into bed next to you. “Wanna know something funny?”

“What?”

“Tim didn’t get your call either. Alfred grounded him. And the kiddo was actually asleep when you phoned.”

You laughed, high and free. “No way. How many hours?”

“Last I heard, he’s still asleep.”

“Geeze.” Giggling, you relaxed into Jason’s side. His arm stretched behind your neck, giving him the perfect reach to trail his fingers over your shoulder. You breathed in silence, relishing having Jason’s weight beside you. “I’ve missed this.”

He pressed his face to yours, poking his indefinitely cold nose into your temple. “Me too.” For a second, he squeezed you closer. “You could always come back, ya’ know. The Bat has been telling us about what you’ve been doing in the office. But it sounds mind-numbingly boring. You don’t even have to join the Bat crew again. You could just work with me.”

It was a friendly offer. But how could you tell him that the last thing you wanted was to dodge bullets again? You couldn’t tell him that even the thought of it made your lungs stutter. Being the Oracle equivalent for Jason sounded like a good way to hear and watch every possible bad thing happen to him. Knowing what was going on in Gotham’s underworld was one thing. You’d seen enough. But you wouldn’t be able to help him, not like he would truly need. That realization burned your stomach. Instead, you deflected. In the worse way possible. “Why’d you bring me back here? Why aren’t we at your place?”

With a groan, he left your side.

You caught his hand. “It’s because it’s not safe, isn’t it? What have you gotten yourself into this time?”

“Nothing I can’t handle.” He picked up the tray. “Get some rest.”

“No, Jay. We need to talk about this.” You gingerly slid out of bed to follow him into the kitchen. You hated to ask, but you offered anyway. “If you need help, maybe there’s something I can do from-“

He let the tray clatter onto your countertop. “This isn’t something you can fix from the office. What I’m doing, what I’ve always done… it’s hands on, eyes open in the dark. No hiding behind paperwork or feigning legitimacy in the daytime.” With a groan, he steadied himself. He did his best to keep his voice level at you while still being angry at Bruce’s way of things. “It’s okay that you left the field. You’re doing good work right where you are. But I can’t operate that way.”

“You think I’m hiding?”

Jason frantically shook his head. “No. Not at all. It’s just-“

“Well maybe I am.” A sniffle shuddered out before you could stop it. “I am bored in that office. There’s not a single person I can connect with. The paperwork is mind-numbing. Do you think that’s all I want? I loved being in the field. I loved working with my team. But- it became too much. Always watching my back. Always on high alert any time I was in public, in gear or in civilian clothes. There were times I didn’t know who I was anymore. Every thought I had, and sometimes I still have, sounded, and felt like Batgirl. All the time. Every call or text needed an immediate action response. I wanted- I needed a break. I wanted to be able to breathe without the pain of some fight or another. But now that I’ve got it… I feel so lost. I never knew if you guys were whole or bleeding. Every second of the news is something terrible. One country falling or another. Murders, climate change, bureaucratic corruption. It got so heavy, Jason.” You covered your face with your hands, your voice small. “It’s still so heavy. I thought it would be out of sight, out of mind this way, but it’s not. But I can’t- I can’t go back. Everything we did felt like three steps back.”

The tears were flowing hot down your cheeks. Maybe if you cried enough, you could float away on them like Alice to Wonderland. Your breath stuttered as Jason embraced you. You shook in his arms. The weight of what you said, what you had done to him and to the team didn’t leave. But the way he held you tight felt like he was helping you hold it up, making the load a little lighter. You leaned into his chest further, but tilting up your face so you could breathe.

Then he kissed your forehead, making you freeze. Gasping, you struggled not to sound breathy, and failed. “What was that for?” You waited countless seconds for his answer.

“It doesn’t have to mean anything.”

When he tried to step back, you clung to his shirt. You pulled him closer. “But – it felt good. It made- it made everything… quiet.”

Above you, he swallowed. “Would- would you like me to do it again?”

You nodded. “Yes, please.”

His lips pressed gently to the same spot as before. While you inhaled, breathing in the relaxation it brought, Jason took hold of your hands. He held them to his chest, willing you to feel his thundering heartbeat under your fingertips. With his thumbs over your wrists, he could feel your pulse racing.

Panting, he whispered, “do you just want to be held? I can do that. We – we don’t have to—”

“If I say I want this…” you ran your nose under his jawline, “can we – can we do this?”

He nodded fervently. “Yeah. Do you want this?”

“Yes. I – I need this.” You kissed behind his ear. “Do you want this?”

“Yes. I have since – I want to make you feel… needed. Just for being you. Not for your mission seasoned body. Not for your case-solving brain. You. Because you are enough.”

Tears pricked behind your eyes. “Thank you.”

He grinned against your forehead. “I haven’t started yet.”

Cheeky bastard.

Still, you smiled into his neck as he lifted you. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he carried you back into your bedroom. He laid you down gently. Inhaling softly, he ran his nose along the side of your face. “How’s your head?”

“No complaints yet.”

Jason exhaled a laugh. “Good to know. For later, maybe. But for now,” he trailed off as his hands ghosted up your sides, under your shirt. The fabric remained mostly in place; a promise to go as slow as you wanted.

You placed your hands over his, guiding the fabric of your shirt further up until Jason helped you remove your top. A few more movements and you were bare to him. He did his best not to stare, but his lingering gaze made your skin warm all the same. His hands fumbled to remove his clothes and remaining pieces of gear. Surprisingly steady, your hands did most of the work. He sucked in a breath as your fingers trailed over his skin, as your nails dragged over his muscles. And as your fingerprints brushed over his scars. He caught your exploring hand in his. Jason caught your gaze with his as he raised your hand to his lips, kissing over your knuckles.

“Do you still want to do this-“

“Yes. Please, Jason.” You leaned back into the sheets, arching your chest forward. Hiding a smile, you let your eyes close… just so you could suavely open them. When you did, you watched as his mouth parted for a silent gasp. His tongue darted out to wet his lips before he dove to kiss you. It wasn’t a kiss like you had become accustomed to: one to pin you down and claim you before some guy you didn’t care about took you. This kiss was warm, making your heart swell with what Jason said with each passing second of having his lips on yours.

For a perceived eternity, that was all he did: kiss you. Your mouth. The tops of your cheeks. Your breath stuttered when he tilted his head to kiss under your jaw and then down your neck. His hands smoothed across your arms and waist. It smoothed out the trepidation of the life you had chosen. All that mattered in this moment was that you had chosen him. And he had chosen you. Damn what the morning might bring. He was yours. Right now. Holding you and kissing you like the world could end any second and you would be the last wonderful thing on his mind. It made you drip for him when his hands finally wandered lower. The way his open mouth stuttered against your skin, and how his grip tightened on your waist, told you he wanted to ravage you. Still, he held back.

“Don’t- don’t wait. Please,” you begged. “I need you.”

Gently, you guided him to slot his body between your spread thighs.

“But- prep?”

“I need you.”

With a growl into your hair, he took his time sinking into you. Even then, when fully sheathed, he waited for you to catch your breath. As if you could when he was looking at you like he wanted to remember you this way forever. How you were spread out for him. Full of him. And begging and keening for more. How your body quaked and writhed, your voice already hoarse while pleading for him to move.

Jason kissed your forehead, keeping his lips pressed against your fevered skin. He dragged out, making his own mouth drop open to feel your walls unwilling to let him go. His name fell from your lips like an answered prayer as he found a rhythm. You gripped at him wherever you could.

Was this what it felt like? To be really wanted? Not just a fling, not just a one-night stand or means to an end. But wholly, truly desired?

It took your breath away.

“Where’d you go?”

You looked up and your view filled with Jason’s concerned face. “Nowhere. Just –” How could you put it into words? With the way life had been going lately… a tightness in the back of your throat stole your words.

Jason smoothed his thumb down your cheek and down your nose. “Hey. I know that face. I need you to know something.” His thumb continued its ministrations, while the hand on your hip squeezed you reassuringly. “You are an amazing friend. And an amazing woman. I know you feel unseen. Like you’re moving through life as a ghost until someone needs or wants something from you. You see more than people give you credit for. And you carry too much in that big heart of yours.” His voice softened. “You don’t have to carry it alone.”

“But your night life-“

“What about it?” He kissed your forehead. “Let the rest of the Bat-crew worry about that for the next forty-eight. Right now… all I’m thinking about is you.” As he leaned closer to breathe warm air over your pulse point, he speared you deeper. It made you gasp. As did the tender kiss he placed on your shoulder.

“More, please.” Even though tears pricked at your eyes. Even though you could barely breathe. You dug your nails into his back to hold him close enough that he couldn’t see your face. “Keep- keep talking. Please, Jason-”

With a groan and fighting off the desire to fill you right then, he continued. “I want to be the only reason why your pulse rushes. Why your breath hitches like that. And now that I’ve got you,” he nuzzled his nose under your ear with a growl you could feel to your toes, “I’m never letting you go.”

You hiccupped a sob. It made him stop. You tried to tell him to keep going, but Jason held back from every cell of his being wanting to plow you into the bed.

“If you want, we can stop. We don’t have to do this tonight. We can just hold each other if that’s what you need.” He began to move away, but you scrambled to hold him close. Jason melted into your touch. He hummed, “what do you need? Hmm? Tell me, baby girl. What do you want?”

You shuddered all over. “I don’t want to think. Please.”

He speared you again. And again. Until all you could fathom was the sensation of him inside you and clinging to you. His lips murmured soothing, wonderful things against your skin. Making your hips stutter in their pace frantic to match him. Jason’s breath hissed out between his teeth, and his hands gripped your hips tight, dragging you towards him. He was desperate. Desperate to feel your body sucking him in. Desperate to hear your broken cries and how you whimpered his name. He was desperate to feel you cum.

“What do you need, Sweetheart? I’m here. Cum for me, come on. Let go.”

Within a few more thrusts of his hips, it was all you could do. You cried out his name, your vision blurring. Digging your heels into his lower back, you did your best to keep him as deep as possible. Your desperation, and your release, dragged Jason down with you. His mouth fell open on your shoulder, barely managing to moan your name before his body seized. His pace stuttered; overwhelmed but seeking out those last few bursts of pleasure. When neither of you could stand another spark, he fell beside you.

You shivered as he curled you into his chest.

That would have been enough. You would have happily fallen asleep, despite the mid-morning light wanning into afternoon.

“You know I meant it all, right?”

“Hmm?” Struggling, you managed to reopen your eyes.

“I meant every word.” Jason ran his thumb down the curve of your nose. “You are amazing. And you don’t have to do this alone. You don’t just have me. You’ve got the whole crew if you need us. Don’t let yourself stress yourself into another binge. Call me. Or any of us. Okay?” When you sighed positively, he smiled against your forehead. “Catch some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up. And we’ll figure this crazy life out. Together. One day at a time. Alright?”

“Alright,” you hummed, finally drifting off.

That nap was the best sleep you’d had in months. When you woke up, you felt weightless. The earlier mid-morning light from your first wake-up had softened to a mid-afternoon glow. You didn’t care one ounce that your sleep schedule was probably screwed. Screwed, heh. With a smile, you inhaled deeply and stretched, pleasantly sore in all the right places. The blankets were warm as you snuggled back under them.

Jason’s arm wrapping around your hip nearly startled you out of your skin.

“What?” he rasped. His post-nap voice was exquisite. “Did you think I’d really leave my girl before she woke up?”

You bit your lip. “Your girl?” Under his surprised gaze, you shrunk further into the bed.

“Mhmm. Every day from here on out. Like I said. We’re going to figure out this crazy life together. But first,” he dragged you close to kiss the curve of your neck. “I’m starved.”

“Oh?”

Jason had absolutely meant something else. But when your eyes glittered, his smile turned ravenous. You ran your fingers through his hair, splitting his white streak into several strands.

Then your stomach growled.

He laughed deeply, his whole body shaking. “Alright, come on. Now I get to cook you some dinner.”

You let him tug you out of bed. His warm wrists dragged you through your own apartment. The upcoming week and its issues weren’t a blip in your mind. No matter what the Gotham life threw next, you had everything you’d ever need to conquer it.

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vcendent · 5 months

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inside me are two wolves

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fancyfade · 18 days

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Finding out that Richard enlisted another superhero in this endeavor makes Damian feel a little foolish. It’s one thing for Father’s people to be aware of his goal. They at least presumably understand, as they have their own less-than-necessary hobbies to improve themselves as people. But someone else might take it the wrong way. They might think he’s being… frivolous. Not as if it matters what they think! No one else has the authority to judge him. But he’s still aware he may have to defend his competence, if his actions are misread. “Maybe this will actually be fun,” Richard prattles as he’s driving the Batmobile, flying it through the air. “You can meet some of my friends!” “I’ve already met your friends,” Damian says, because he has. “You and Gordon brought Red Arrow and Black Canary up to Gotham for that one mission.” “That’s one friend,” Richard says. “I have more.” keep reading

More Damian gets overly invested in ping-pong fluff fic.... I have been feeling a Damian fic mood this weekend if you cannot tell.

(Sadly the instance Damian refers to about inviting Roy and Dinah over has not yet been written, it's just something I know happens and really want to make happen in my fanfic notes).

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dizaryswrites · 4 months

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Characters: Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Jason Todd Additional Tags: just so much family fluff, Batfamily (DCU) Feels, Batfamily (DCU), Domestic Fluff, Family Fluff, Christmas Fluff, yes they fight but they're still family, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Family Bonding, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Good Sibling Tim Drake, Good Sibling Damian Wayne, Good Sibling Cassandra Cain, Good Grandparent Alfred Pennyworth Series: Part 25 of took a little time to make a little better

Once Alfred had his glass in hand, Bruce rose from his armchair. “I wanted to change how we do the Christmas toast this year, if you'll bear with me.” “If I get a second glass I will.” Jason joked under his breath and Damian snorted. “Since most of us didn’t get to spend Thanksgiving together and we’re coming up on the new year, I’d like us to share something we’re grateful for about this past year.”

The annual family Christmas toast gets a little emotional.

*This series has no specific reading order.*

Soft Christmas jazz music drifted through Wayne Manor’s halls. Balancing a tray of champagne flutes, Alfred nudged open the family room door. The scent of pine, smoke from a softly popping fire, and spiced apple cider rose to greet him. As did Master Dick, taking the tray of glasses from him and setting them on the low coffee table. A half eaten tray of fresh made cookies sat beside it (Damian and Jason’s handiwork, he merely supervised this year).

Small piles of gifts sat next to everyone, while the wrapping paper had been stuffed into garbage bags during Alfred’s absence. Three stacks of still wrapped boxes and tissue paper stuffed bags sat under the tree for Stephanie, Barbara, and Duke. All three of them sent their regrets–they were spending Christmas with their families this year.

It’d been a subdued Christmas and for no singular reason. Everyone was simply worn down by the year and the previous intense days of patrol. Dinner was still lively but not as rambunctious as years past. Opening presents made them all a little more animated, laughing loudly at gag gifts or cheering because someone remembered the obscure item they mentioned wanting at the start of the year. Now they were all sprawled across the sofas and armchairs, quietly sipping cider and investigating their new gifts. Basking in the warmth of the fire and family.

“Look alive!” Dick crowed before popping the champagne bottle he'd been stealthily unwrapping. The cork rocketed across the room with a phoom and a chorus of surprised shouts.

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stolen-breath · 2 years

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𝕘𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕞'𝕤 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕤

:: ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ :: ᴊᴀsᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ × ʏ/ɴ

:: ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ :: ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴀ sᴇᴇs ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ʙ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ sɪɢɴ

:: sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ :: ɪᴛ's ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ ᴅᴀʏ ɪɴ ɢᴏᴛʜᴀᴍ ғᴏʀ ᴏɴᴄᴇ, sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴡᴀʟᴋ -- ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴅᴇғɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ ɪᴛ

:: ᴛᴡs :: ᴍɪʟᴅ sᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ, ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴇᴀsɪɴɢ

:: ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ :: 850 (ʀᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ғʀᴏᴍ 849 ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʟɪᴢᴀʀᴅ ʙʀᴀɪɴ)

:: ʀᴇᴏ̨ᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ :: ɴᴏ

:: sғᴡ | ɴsғᴡ ::

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

:: ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇs :: ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪs ғᴏʀ TWO WEEKS, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ sᴇɴᴅ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟsᴏ ʀᴀᴍᴇɴ ɪ ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sʟᴜʀᴘ

:: ɢɪғ ʙʏ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀsᴛʀᴇᴠᴏʀs, ɢᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ sᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ!! ::

Warm days like this are the bane of your existence. You should stay home – those deadlines are looming heavier than midwestern storm clouds – but after two straight weeks of sweaters and rain, you can't resist throwing on a T-shirt and shorts and going for a walk.

You don't really follow that "long walks in the sun cure depression" crap – there's obviously more going on there – but this is pretty nice for a break. The golden rays are a warm embrace on your skin, chilly from your apartment's AC. The green of the grass pushing through cracks in the sidewalk, the scattered rainbow flowers, the cobblestone bricks beneath your feet – all made blindingly vivid without the rain dulling them. Even the usual smog that plagues the city seems to fade around you.

You love the beauty of Gotham. It has its problems – even this casual walk comes with a pocket taser and pepper spray – but you can pretend those don't exist while you're admiring its gothic beauty.

The downside to ignoring the world around you? You don't see the street sign until you walk right into it.

The cartoons lied to you. You're not seeing stars at all! …oh wait – there they are. They're not the fun little dancing stars, and there's a suspicious lack of birds circling your head, so you definitely have every right to complain. Ooh, can you sue for advertising?

"You good?"

A shadow covers your face, blocking out the warmth. You force your eyes open past the throbbing in your nose to see a man bending over you. He's nothing more than a silhouette, the light framing his head like an old Mercy meme, but the shock of white contrasts his black hair so vibrantly that you can see it with perfect clarity. He seems harmless enough – even genuine in his concern.

"I mean… I'm alive. That counts for something, right?"

He chuckles as he reaches for your face. You jerk your head back, away from his probing fingers – or you would, if the ground weren't directly beneath you. He feels around your aching nose as gently as he can, but you can't stop a hiss of pain from slipping out. So embarrassing… unless it's broken. Then it's totally justified. (As if breaking your nose on a street sign isn't even more humiliating…)

"Not broken! Gonna have a wicked bruise though. Lucky you." You breathe a sigh of relief and accept his hand, allowing him to pull you to your feet. You stumble as your feet try to find purchase where your head just was – thankfully, he doesn't let go of you until you're solidly upright. He repeats his earlier question: "You good?"

Your face grows hot as his eyes roam across first your face, then then the length of your body. There's something about that piercing stare that makes you wonder - is he admiring you or sizing you up? "Take a picture, it'll last longer."

"I mean, I usually ask if it's cool before I take someone's picture.. but if you're offering."

He breaks out in peals of laughter when he sees the shock on your face. "What, you can dish it out, but you can't take it? C'mon now. I thought you were better than that." He sticks his hand out again, this time offering a handshake. "Todd. Jason."

You eye his hand as if it's a very well-disguised gun before you cautiously accept it. "Name. Your."

Todd (or is it Jason?) laughs again, squeezing your hand with a grip that betrays at Ieast a few muscles under that faded red hoodie. "Well, N/, you should probably get some ice for your face – it'll hurt like a bitch otherwise. Trust me on this one." You do. You can't help it. His crooked nose boasts the bumps of many breaks. "There's a coffee shop a couple blocks that way. I'll treat you."

Hey wait – you weren't expecting a date out of this! "You – don't trouble yourself or anything!" you stammer, your face flushing anew.

"I'm not. I filled up their punchcard, so you're not costing me a dime." He rubs his finger and thumb, rubbing them together like a gleefully maniacal fly. "What can I say? I'm thrifty."

You can't resist. "Sure. So thrifty that you had to pay at least 5 bucks a punch… so you spent 50 bucks minimum for what, bragging rights?"

"Shh!" His eyes widen in horror, but they hide a mischievous twinkle (not well – the Perseverance could probably see it all the way on Mars). "Not so loud! I can't have Random Passerby #3 hear you! I'll be ruined!"

"Hmm…" You pretend to consider this very seriously. "Perhaps I could be convinced to not expose you. With a coffee that you pay for. Oh, and I'll need that punchcard. Blackmail, you see."

"Ugh… the price I pay for social media status points." He starts walking toward the coffee shop in question, so of course you follow him. He owes you a coffee and a punchcard. "So… how'd that sign taste?"

"Almost as good as that coffee you owe me."

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since bruharvey seems to be rising again (I've been a fan since 2014) id like to see a drabble with sugar baby/trophy husband bruce pls. preferably with baby batkids who adore harvey, just like bruce, and hate when he has to leave for work. even if harveys like, who's gonna spoil you little brats if I don't go

Harvey knows he shouldn't, not really. But he had actually managed to get through all his accumulated telework time and was obliged to go to his office for at least three weeks at a time… face-to-face.

It's not that he hated working from home, in fact, if he can feel pretentious, he likes working from there.

He loves having to just wear his coats and shirt, because he can wear his pyjama bottoms and be comfortable there for the hours he works.

He finishes as early as possible and then spends time with his husband and all their beautiful children.

But the pandemic is definitely over now, and he himself can't deny that going back to the office gives a different touch to his work. Not to mention that there are meetings that are better handled in person. Even more so if his gorgeous husband refuses to attend his own company's meetings and it's up to him to ask the Wayne Corp representative what to do and what not to do.

But Harvey is getting sidetracked.

What was important now was the following.

Harvey is an adult, an adult with his own money… and traditionally speaking (within 50's thinking, of course) he is the man of the house.

And as such, he shouldn't have to hide in order to leave for work and be on time, right? Right? Right?

…. Well, he doesn't.

Harvey now finds himself in a terribly incriminating position. He's about to leave the mansion, he only has to take 5 more steps if he wants to get to his office in time and in 30 minutes he can get on with the work he needs to do.

The impediment?

Well, it depends a bit on everyone in the mansion.

If his husband, first of all, doesn't want to monopolise him like an octopus. When he has to take advantage of the fact that his husband is still half asleep, he manages to escape by giving him cuddles and kisses all over his face. After that, he has to make sure that his husband is nice and warm between the sheets.

Then along comes his first child, Dick. Who won't hesitate to hang on to him like a little monkey, trying to show him how he does the pirouettes and jumps all over the furniture in the place, and then call Jason. Jumping like a kangaroo on his little brother's cot bed.

Jason, who is not really a morning child, would be crying inconsolably because Dick would throw himself on him in his cot-bed. (That's when he takes advantage of the fact that Bruce isn't a morning person either and makes his second son into a teddy bear so they can both fall asleep together).

Now that Jason and Bruce are out of the waking zone, he takes advantage of the fact that Dick is still a little jealous of his younger brother and, by the way, casually mentions that Bruce still has his other arm free. Which will quickly make his eldest son go and want to hog his sleeping father.

One husband, and two sons away.

He must take care of his other 2 children.

Tim, his little Timbo. With him it's a bit curious, the infant wakes up almost at the same time as him and only goes to sleep when he is back home. Basically, screwing up his sleep schedule. So, what Harvey has to do every day is simply leave the mansion in his pyjamas, because when Tim notices from his cot that he's still wearing pyjamas, it gives him the feeling that he's just hanging around the mansion before he goes back to Bruce in his bedroom.

Does it work? Most of the time, he just thanks the newspaper service endlessly, who seem to read his need and call to tell him that "there was a delivery failure". Nothing crazy.

"Dad's just going to pick up the paper Timbers, why don't you see if Damian isn't bothered by your big brother? You know how upset he gets if he's woken up before breakfast."

And now… for Harvey's biggest challenge… his only missing son.

Damian. The barely one-year-old baby.

Damian, to his and his husband's misfortune… was like Coraline's evil kitten.

He used to show up whenever and wherever you least expected him to. It doesn't matter if he has the monitor on, or if they put a little balloon on his custom-made onesies, when you least expect it Damian will be there crawling around or demanding (not asking for) total devotion.

He loves all his children equally, but Damian seems to have quickly outgrown the Baba Bruce stage and is now terribly obsessed with being pampered and cared for exclusively by him.

And therein lies the detail. Damian is learning to walk in a running manner. And that has made him unstoppable. So now he finds himself in that awkward situation.

Before, when he got past Tim, Harvey could run up the driveway and go to work. Now? No way.

Because along comes Tim, now awake for good, carrying an annoyed Damian… both of them looking at him with their big baby eyes, waiting to see if he's really going to walk out the door.

It is in a difficult situation. If Damian starts crying, Tim will cry out of sympathy. Which will make Jason wake up and cry because they won't let him sleep.

Which will allow Dick to wake up trying to calm his other brother down, but knowing him that will lead to Bruce waking up and making all his kids and his husband also notice he's going to work.

His briefcase from the office is already on the trolley, his suit and freshly pressed tie are there too. Everything was ready.

"Baba"

Oh Fuck.

"Baba, bed, baba bed."

"Oh habibi, you know you should be in your cot, it's not time for breakfast" he still has time, he woke up extremely early today, and the office is not due for another hour. He can get Damian to sleep and get Tim to join him.

"Baba No!" and Damina's crying was what caused the chaos.

Tim quickly began to cry and demand to be held too. And though he tried, even daring to give them that terrible binky he was so insistent on taking away, he had already wasted too much time.

His husband, his beautiful husband, was now coming into his sight. Bruce was clearly upset holding a sobbing Jason, and another clearly upset Richard.

"Where do you think you're going?" she hears Bruce ask, "I thought you were staying all day."

"I got a call and something happened at the office, I need to check it out."

"Going in your pyjamas? How urgent is it?"

"Yes, it is."

"But daddy always goes out in his pajamas daddy" says Tim... and well, if Harvey survives this moment, he might consider cutting Tim out of his will... or not buying him anything on his next trip to Disney. The point is that Tim has really left him in his grave.

He knows he'll regret it if he doesn't get out in time. But, if he wins at least 4 cases today, maybe, maybe Bruce and the kids will forgive him for what he's about to do. He'll make it up to them later.

"Honey, I adore you with all my being, but I really must get to the office" and before Bruce can even say anything, he quickly leaves Damian and Tim in his arms and runs the few steps he has to the front door. He starts the car like a fiend and gets to his office as soon as possible.

Bruce threatened to divorce him for leaving him and the kids? Yep.

Did he calm down when I tried to explain to him that spoiling them meant having to go to work a couple of days at the office? Not at all, he even threatened him and the whole office to be bought out by Wayne Corp.

Did he calm down when he promised them a compensatory family day at Disney Paris when he finishes his days in the office? Maybe a little.

Did he definitely calm down when he told them they could have a romantic dinner at that new restaurant in the historic city centre? Yep. That's when he did calm down.

Although, Harvey couldn't say no when his husband and kids showed up at noon, demanding to spend their lunch with him.

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