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BATMAN 1966-1968
Para la colección de series vintage, hoy es el turno de BATMAN (1966), una serie de aventuras y comedia que se mantuvo en el aire durante tres temporadas (1966/1968) y 120 capítulos.Siendo la temporada número 2, la más prolífica dado que daban dos capítulos a la semana.Se emitia en el prime time es decir en horario central.
La serie legendaria como todos saben gira en torno a la lucha contra el crimen de BATMAN interpretado por el único e irreemplazable ADAM WEST y su ayudante ROBIN interpretado por FRED WARD, en la mítica Ciudad Gótica.
Batman es la identidad secreta de Bruce Wayne, un filántropo millonario que vive en las afueras de la ciudad , acompañado de su joven entenado (su protegido) Dick Grayson, quien es Robin.Viven en la mansión Wayne junto a Alfred su mayordomo y la tía Harriet.Todos los nombrados sabían la verdadera identidad de Batman, a los que hay que agregarle, el comisionado GORDON (interpretado por NEIL HAMILTON) Y BATGIRL (la hija del comisionado).El comisionado no sabía que su hija era Batgirl, personaje interpretado por YVONNE CRAIG.Todos ellos en su conjunto ayudaban a Batman.De hecho la actriz que interpretaba este personaje, en la apertura de la tercera y última temporada aparecía en los créditos iniciales como coprotagonista.
El éxito fenomenal de esta serie desató lo que se conoció como la “BATMANÍA”, creando un impacto en la cultura pop jamás visto y que influyo además musicalmente hablando a muchos grupos de le época como por ejemplo a THE VENTURES, THE MARKETS, entre otros.
Esta serie de Batman de la década de los años 60s era más mucho mas una comedia que un drama, de hecho, en el año 1966 estuvo nominada a los premios EMMY por mejor comedia.
La apertura del show ya indicaba que era una serie para toda la familia y muy orientada a los niños, con mensajes a veces sobre la importancia de ponerse el cinturón de seguridad (si, lo decía Batman hace 55 años), por ejemplo, y también intentaba enganchar al público con cliffhangers constantes.
Estos cliffhangers solían consistir en que nuestros héroes quedaban a merced de alguno de los villanos de turno y en una situación totalmente desesperada de la que probablemente no escaparían con vida.Nos enteraríamos al capítulo siguiente a la misma batihora y por el mismo baticanal (así decía la voz en off).
La serie tenía un esquema preestablecido, un villano aparecía por ciudad Gótica y sobrepasaba la capacidad policial.
El comisionado tenía distintas maneras de pedir ayuda a Batman ya sea por un teléfono rojo de llamada directa o por una batiseñal que se marcaba en el Cielo.Toda la serie estaba de manera constante hecha de una manera muy colorida, con música optimista y una colección de actores notable.
Las dos primeras temporadas se emitían dos capítulos semanales (en días consecutivos) y para la tercera solo uno a la semana.Tal fue el éxito que, entre la primera y segunda temporada, llegó al cine con una película, que en realidad estaba prevista para promocionar la serie y que sirviera para que el público se familiarizada con los personajes.
Increíblemente después del éxito de ambas temporadas la audiencia cayo notablemente y ni siquiera el ingreso de Batgirl puso para el declive.En dicha temporada los capítulos tenían conclusión y eran cada vez más absurdos y alocados.Finalmente la serie fue cancelada ese año a pesar del esfuerzo de la cadena por salvarla.Esta serie hoy día puede notarse que era muy ingenua, pero su legado se mantiene firme a través de los años.
El que hizo más Famoso de todos fue por supuesto ADAM WEST encasillado por y para siempre como ese BRUCE WAYNE/BATMAN para tantas generaciones, pues el show se sigue emitiendo en diferentes países en canales retro.Tambien esa idolatría se puede decir que alcanzo (en menor medida) a El GUASON era el grandioso CESAR ROMERO (para mí, el mejor Guasón, a pesar de lo que hoy digan), EL ACERTIJO interpretado por JOHN ASTIN y FRANK GORSHIN, EL PINGÜINO interpretado por el mejor de todos los pingüinos BURGESS MEREDITH, GATUBELA interpretado por tres actrices: JULIE NEWMAN (la mejor Gatúbela), LEE MERIWHETER (luego trabajo en El Tunel del Tiempo) Y EARTHA KITT (quien era de color y no estaba bien visto que sea Gatúbela), SIRENA por JOAN COLLINS y CASCARON interpretado por el brillante VINCENT PRICE.
Como si todo esto fuera poco, hacían cameos gente o actores muy importantes haciéndose pasar por ellos mismos, les decían los “BAT CLIMBS”.
Batman es una serie de antología, además de superdivertida y mi puntaje es de 8/10.
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andrewckeeper · 1 year
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LIDMF Classics  “Friday the 14th” #build a beast
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cinemedios · 7 months
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Robin y Clayface aparecerán en 'The Batman Part II'
🍿Estas son noticias emocionantes para todo fan de DC, sabiendo que el chico maravilla volverá seguramente de manera épica 💥
De acorde al insider MyTimetoShineHello (@MyTimeToShineH en twitter), se ha descubierto que Dick Grayson, a.k.a. el primer Robin, a.k.a. Nightwing, hará su aparición en The Batman part II, junto al villano Clayface, quien estaría haciendo su debut en la pantalla plateada. Nightwing New 52 #00 (2012) Esto es emocionante ya que no se ha visto a Robin en la pantalla grande desde Batman y Robin de…
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y/n: is that your hand on my ass?
jason: sorry, it was an accident.
y/n: your hand is still on my ass
jason: accidentally
requests are open!
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Y/N : I'm testing out my new signature, can anyone tell me if it's good?
Damian : Sure, here use this paper for practice.
Y/N : Oh, thank y—
*reading the text on it*
Y/N :
Y/N : This is a marriage certificate, Damian.
Damian: And what about it?
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kimjun · 4 months
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Y/n: What are you doing here?
Damian: I could ask you the same question.
Y/n: I live here. This is my house.
Damian: I should probably ask you a different question.
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077-vikkus · 10 months
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Just thinking of Villain! Reader who is going about their business and doing cool shit when they unknowingly steal Batman's sidekicks/sons from him.
Reader: *casually does a series of backflips and aerobatics that seem impossible*
Dick: (✨o✨)
Bruce: -_-
Or maybe Reader is just very sassy and is just genuinely better than Bruce so Jason vibes with them to piss Bruce off.
Bruce: come home.
Jason: *currently beating the crap out of some guys who insulted his nails, which Reader did for him* can't, doing hot girl shit.
Maybe Tim and Reader go to the same 24/7 corner shop and give suggestions on food and tips on how to stay awake.
Reader: *slaps the cheap ramen out of Tim's hand, only to hand him a slightly more expensive but definitely better quality one* no need to thank me.
Tim: *overworked and overwhelmed by social interaction, spitting out the first thing to come to him* 32 energy drinks can keep you awake for four days, may kill you but to combat this, dunk your head in icy water every few hours.
Reader:... thanks?
I'm also just thinking of Damian wanting to fight Reader but being so short that Reader can keep him at bay by keeping a hand on his head.
Damian: *is currently being held up by the scruff of his neck, like an unruly cat* unhand me, barbarian! So that I can defeat you and claim my victory!
Reader: whose angry Chihuahua is this
All in all, I'd like to think that Villain! Reader has a line if bat kids following them like ducklings everywhere. Reader is just trying to hand them back off to Bruce but they keep on popping back. It gets worse if Bruce and Reader have something on or if there's tension, cuz then the bat kids are playing matchmaker and not all of them approve of Bruce x Y/N...
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^live footage of the bat kids when they find Reader.
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liciaarchives · 8 days
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MINORS DNI
pairing: dick grayson x fem!reader
warning: 18+, shameless smut
word count: 4k
tags: fem!reader, reader is mentioned to be a surgeon, best friend!dick grayson, pussy drunk!dick grayson, dick has a filthy mouth, raw sex, gentle to rough sex, cursing, use of pet names (good girl, pretty girl), what's the name of that position that gets your back blown out? yeah, that (i forgor), breeding kink
a/n: i finally got to post this lmao i keep forgetting. anyway, hope you enjoy this very self-indulgent smut fic. happy reading! ya nasty.
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You were walking home from an exhausting and gruesome night at your work in the hospital. Yawning as you walked, you took note of the presence behind you, the suposed stranger's eyes boaring into the back of your head as you continued to walk yourself home.
"So, are you just gonna follow me home like a creep?" You asked loudly, adjusting the sling of your bag over to your shoulder.
Nightwing, the man following behind you, didn't say anything. He kept his footsteps steady and pace slow, making sure he was far enough not to invade your sense of security, but close enough to have that presence of him around you.
At some point, he broke the silence. "I figured you'd be too tired to notice," he said with a chuckle. "I'm just looking out for you, pretty girl."
You didn't answer, and only continued to walk until you arrived at your front door. You fished out your keys, but Dick had already slipped inside your apartment through the living room window and opened the door for you.
As your front door opened, it revealed your stalker of the night in his usual black and blue spandex suit with its popular bird symbol on his chest while a proud smile was plastered on his face.
"Had fun being a stalker?" You asked with a raised brow, looking at him unamused as you shoved your bag to him and walked inside straight into your living room to flop yourself down on your couch.
"More like keeping an eye on my best friend," he answered with a chuckle, shutting the door behind him. He placed your bag onto the kitchen table and came to sit down next to you, pulling you close to him until you were sitting on the couch, side-by-side.
"You look like you're about to collapse," he observed, chuckling as he put his hands on the top of your head to give you a pat.
You only hummed in reply as you rested your head on his shoulder. Dick's expression grew soft as he watched you before he sofly played with your hair. It almost felt like forever since you'd been this relaxed together.
"You've been working too much," he murmured, turning his head towards you and planting a gentle kiss on the top of your head.
"And you haven't?" You rebutted, your voice tired and sleepy while your eyelids flutter heavily as Dick continued to gently run his gloved hands through your hair.
The irony of you two being workaholic and best friends at the same was almost laughable to you, but then again, you two have always been two peas in a pod.
"Touché," he said with a grin. "But I'm not the one who's been dealing with the trauma of dozens of patients coming in with all kinds of gruesome injuries." Placing his arm over your shoulder as he pulled you closer. "At least my nights and spare time are dedicated to fighting crime," he said with a shrug. "But you...well, you're almost constantly on call for everything and everyone in Blüdhaven."
You lazily raised your head to look at him, but only to end up having your face buried on his neck. "Well, they do have the best surgeon in town," you jest, regretting it afterwards as you cringed at your own arrogance. "No, they actually needed every available doctor today, so..."
Dick smiled. "Don't you go trying to downplay how great of a doctor you are," he said with a chuckle. "You are one of the best out there. I'm not even just saying that out of bias—it's an objective fact."
You chuckled before you took a deep breath in, inhaling the musky scent of his perfume. You closed your eyes as you both let the stillness and silence engulf you. It was comforting in its own way. One that you both needed.
"I need a drink," you mumbled, breaking the 5-minute long silence you had. "I actually need sleep, but I also need to get laid... Damn, it's actually been so long since I went out to have fun..." You yawned and sat up straight to stretch your back.
"Well, you know, I'm right here—" Dick started, a mischievous smirk spreads his lips, but you cut him off with the rest of your words.
"Not what I meant," you said, rolling your eyes and stood up to stretch your legs. "I'm way too stressed, I just—" you groaned in frustration. "It's just hard to take my mind off everything lately."
"You could just let me ease your mind." Dick smirked, standing up and reaching his hands out to grab your waist to hold you close to him.
It was all just lighthearted fun and banter, but it wasn't hard to see that there was also a sliver of truth to the joke, and you only shot him a glare before elbowing him off you, resulting in him to scrunch his nose at the slight pain and only let out a quiet laugh.
You took off your shoes along with your shirt, leaving yourself only in your bra, and you didn't mind doing it in font of him. It's not exactly the first time he's seen you half-naked anyway, and Dick was always pretty used to how comfortable you are around him.
Afterall, you've known each other for a long time now. He knows that it isn't a big deal if you saw each other half-naked, but a small smile still crept onto his face as he watched you move, just admiring your closeness and how casual you are with him.
You undid your hair clip before walking towards your kitchen to fix yourself a drink, letting the silence consume you once again while Dick took off his domino mask and setting it down on your coffee table before following you into the kitchen.
Dick casually puts a hand behind your bare back before sliding it down to your hips. You only hummed in response, not bothering to look back on what he was up to as you continued to make your drink.
You were enjoying the silence too much. It was a rare treat. Especially for someone like you, who was always in motion. The silence had a sense of peace to it, something you very much needed at the moment.
Dick continued to run his fingers down your exposed skin with mild pressure, teasing the way he often does. "It's nice to finally have some peace in this city again," he said, his voice quiet as he leaned his head closer to you. "But you need to relax a little more. Let me take care of you for tonight."
You shuddered at the feeling of his soft touches, unconsciously letting out a quiet moan as Dick "massaged" your back. God, just how long have you been touched like this? You questioned yourself. His breath on your neck sent a shiver down your spine, making you rest your hands on the kitchen counter before looking back at him over your shoulders.
"Yeah?" You asked, sounding a little too sultry than you intended, but somehow you didn't care.
Dick smirked at the sound of your voice. He leaned his body closer, almost pressing himself onto your back, and spoke softly into your ear. "Yeah," he whispered, his voice smooth and his warm breath tickling your skin, sending another wave of shivers down your body. "Let me take care of you."
You exhaled a hushed moan once Dick's lips attached themselves to the side of your neck down to your exposed shoulder. He moved your hair to the other side before you tilt your head in the same direction to give him more access. You bit your lower lip as Dick perfectly aligned his hips behind your ass, feeling his hardening cock through his suit while your hand ran through his hair.
You felt his lips trailing down your neck, his breath causing a whirlwind of sensations throughout your body, and Dick was shameless. He was pressing himself up against your body and getting more physical than he normally would have given the situation. But he didn't care. He'd waited too long for this. He wanted this.
"I wanna make you feel good." He whispered yet again, the heat in his voice obvious and his breath wafting against your skin, running his gloved hands to your stomach up to your breasts, squeezing the flesh through your bra.
It wasn't long until you found yourself in your bedroom, laying bare naked on your bed as Dick spoiled you with attention. You were a moaning mess beneath him, chanting his name as Dick fingered you with two of his fingers relentlessly going in and out, chasing your high.
The sounds of your whimpers from the stimulation and need only drove Dick to do more. "Dick..." You whined, one hand gripping tight on to your bedsheets while the other held on to his wrist, feeling your orgasm closing in.
Dick only hummed to your whine, his mouth attached to your nipple while a shameless proud grin spreads across his face. A satisfying feeling to have you moan out his name when he wasn't even doing that much. When you started to beg, he hummed again in delight and his fingers started to move even faster.
The sounds of your hushed moans, whimpers, and squelching wet sounds from your pussy echoed throughout your bedroom. Dick leaned up to kiss your cheek as your legs started to tense up when the pace of his fingers quickened.
"You look so pretty right now," Dick praised, kissing your cheek down to your chin and finally to your lips. "Such a pretty girl."
You moaned on to his mouth when you reached your end. The muscles on your legs spasmed, shook, and your thighs closed as your orgasm washed over you, one of your hands flew to the back of Dick's head burying his face on to your neck as you panted for air.
Dick trailed soft kisses all over your neck as you recovered before pulling his gloved fingers out. It was soaked in your cum, giving the latex fabric a shine, and he couldn't resist the urge to lick his fingers, tasting you on them before giving you a soft kiss on the lips.
You laid down on your bed with small strands of hair sticking on to the sweat of your forehead, feeling your pussy throb as you took deep breaths before looking at Dick.
"What about you?" You asked, tiredly placing a hand on his chest before running it down to his stomach and down to the tent of his suit.
"I'll get there. You just rest for a bit." He said, a soft smile spreads across his face as he took his gloves off. You hummed as you nodded, palming him through his suit and recieving a groan from him.
You gave him a lazy smirk before pulling him from the back of his neck for a deep kiss, and Dick didn't hesitate to kiss you back, running his warm hands all over your bare naked body. When you broke the kiss, a grin spreads across his face once again as he ran his hands up your body, softly grazing his fingertips on your hardened nipples.
"Face down and ass up, pretty girl," Dick said, kissing your lips one last time before you turned around. "I want you to feel everything."
You grunted as you lazily turned around, burying your face on your pillows while your ass faced Dick. You looked absolutely gorgeous. Dick could feel his mouth salivating at the sight before he gulped down and rubbed his hands on one of your ass cheeks.
"I'll be gentle, I promise." He said, quickly taking off his suit and letting his cock free of the restriction. You only raised your ass slightly, giving him an even better angle than he could have hoped for, and looked back at him with a small smirk.
You looked beautiful this way. The way the moonlight shone through your window illuminating your naked body, the position you're in, and the slight blush covering on your cheeks.
You were an absolute goddess in his eyes.
Dick grinned at your display and gave your ass a soft gentle smack while he rubbed his cock in between the cheeks of your ass, teasing you and before he could ask you for a condom—"No need," you said, tilting your head to the side to look at him over your shoulder. "I'm on pills. I wanna feel you raw."
Dick felt his cock twitch and almost came on what he just heard. "Are you sure?" He asked, the worry in his tone was evident, but his mind was also eager to the idea.
"Absolutely," you answered with a grin. You just wanted to feel every sensation. You wanted to feel him, and you raised your ass up again. "You said you want me to feel everything. I wanna feel it."
Dick inhaled through his nose as he closed his eyes and exhaled heavily, feeling blessed by the heavens. "Alright," he smirked, pressing his hand gently on the small of your back to keep you still while he rubbed his cock in between your folds to collect your slick.
"Come on. I'm ready." You muttered impatiently, biting back a moan as you wiggled your ass, waiting for him to enter.
Dick only chuckled at your impatience before he aligned himself on your entrance, pressing his tip inside you, and let out a loud moan at the tight and warm feeling of your pussy enveloping him.
"If I knew sooner it would feel like this with you..." He groaned, grabbing a hold of your ass as he spreads it before continuing to slowly enter you. "...I would've fucked you sooner. God, you feel amazing."
"I bet you already knew that it would feel like this from day one," You cheekily replied in between your moans and sharp breaths. "Don't try and deny it. Everything about me turns you on."
Dick let out a loud chuckle at your accusation before nodding and confirming it to be true. "Yeah," he grunted, pushing himself further before coming to a halt when he was finally balls deep inside you. "Don't think I'm a pervert or anything. You're just so pretty, I can't help myself."
Dick could feel every inch of you inside, and you could feel every inch of him. Your warm gummy walls were wrapping his cock so well that it was driving him insane. He could swear that if he moved just a bit he'd cum right then and there, but that wasn't his plan. He wants to take this slow and gentle like he promised.
You pushed your hips up and back in response to him when he went deeper, allowing him to feel even more of what your body had to offer. Dick hissed at your movement and held on to your hips tight to stop you.
"Shit... Don't move just yet, pretty girl." He warned, breathing heavily as he rested his forehead down in between your shoulder blades trying to stop himself from reaching his end too early.
It took him time before he moved his hips back all the way before snapping it forward, knocking the air out of your lungs as he did so, resulting in you to let out loud gasp.
"Fuck..." You groaned harshly.
That one move almost immediately drove you over the edge, feeling your legs beginning to tense up once more. You closed your eyes and buried your face into your pillows to muffle out your loud gasps. He filled you so well that you felt every inch of him pushing inside of you. His girth stretching you out while his tip kissed your spot so good that you couldn't help yourself from moving with him. You pushed your hips back once again, feeling every bit of him as he thrust into you.
"Don't move," Dick chuckled, kissing your ear before slowing the movements of his hips at a painstakingly slow pace. "And let me take care of you."
"Okay." You groaned, letting him take over. You were trying your best to stay still, but it was so hard when he felt too good inside you.
"That's a good girl," he cooed, kissing your shoulder before leaning back to hold your hips up as he continued his slow thrusts, earning soft muffled moans from you. "Shit, you sound so pretty..."
His slow and deliberate thrusts made you feel way more of him. You couldn't control your moans with the slow, deliberate thrusts he was giving you, feeling every inch of him inside of you has your pussy pulsating with joy and pleasure.
"God, you feel so good." You managed to say as your breath grew short.
"Yeah?" He noted, a proud smirk spreading across his face, placing a hand on your back and keeping you firmly in place as he slowly pulled out completely all the way to the tip before sliding back inside with a slow and deliberate motion. "You feel good too. So good..." Each roll of his hips pushed you right up against that wall of pleasure.
Dick bit his lower lip as he let go of your hips for a few seconds to see the sight of you. Your back was arched like a cat with your ass up meeting his hips while the glutes of your ass rippled to each slow thrusts he made.
It was too good to be true.
Even at such a slow pace you felt yourself reaching your high once again too soon, and your mind was starting to melt into puddle. "I'm gonna cum." You whined, your breaths coming in short gasps as your muscles tensed with each thrust of his hips.
Dick saw the way your back muscles flexed and felt the way your pussy clenched tighter around him. He groaned at the feeling before he held your hips again, pulling out of you to change his angle, earning another whine from you before pushing back in a hard thrust, hitting your sweet spot.
"You gonna cum, pretty girl?" He asked, his breath shaky as he held your hips tighter, moving just a bit faster now. He leaned down to kiss your shoulder as he whispered encouraging words and praises. "Come on, then. Make a mess. Be a good girl and make a mess on my cock."
"Just a little faster." You moaned, nestling your face on to your pillows again while Dick followed your request, quickening his pace.
The cadence of skin slapping against skin that echoed throughout your bedroom quickened while your muffled moans got louder and more breathless as Dick plowed into you. It wasn't long until he had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, Dick's name falling out of your breathless voice like a chant, and your toes curled in pleasure as you clenched around him as you felt your orgasm washed over you once again.
With the sound of your voice and the warm feeling of your cum coating his length. Almost all of Dick's self-control left him the moment you came all over him. He started to increase his pace faster, fucking you through your orgasm while he shamelessly moans loudly with you.
"I'm cumming..." Dick warned, groaning in the process as his thrusts became shallow and faster. His cock balls deep inside you as he loses himself in the pleasure, chasing his own high as he thrusts into you wildly.
The sounds of whimpers and moans filled the bedroom and it was clouding his thoughts. The squelching sounds coming from your soaked pussy is driving him insane, and just when he thought his mind couldn't get any more insane you suggested something.
"Inside," You whined, making Dick look down at you while you looked back at him with full-blown lust in your eyes. "Fuck... Cum inside me, Dick... Please..."
Hearing you utter those words hit him like a bolt of lightning, making his hips stutter mid-thrust. Those were the words he had been wanting to hear from you ever since you started.
Dick almost let out a laugh hearing your whiney voice asking him to come inside you. He was losing his bearings and control. You felt too good and now, you want him to come inside you? This was definitely too good to be true. Almost like a dream he definitely doesn't wanna wake up from.
"Don't say it like you want me to fill you up..." He groaned, leaning down to kiss your neck as he slowed down his thrusts. "Or is that what you want? You want me to fill you up? You want me to fuck you till you milk me dry? Is that it, pretty girl?"
"Yes." You shamelessly admit, nodding as your cheeks turned as red as they possibly could get
It didn't take long for his pace to increase again, Dick cursed under his breath before he leaned back and held your hips in a possessive hold. "I know, I said I was gonna be gentle, but fuck..." He moaned, his thrusts picking up in a brutal pace. "You're driving me insane."
"W-wait..." You said, reaching behind you to hold him, trying to slow him down as tears formed in the corner of your eyes. "S-Slow... Slow d-down..." You whined, but Dick didn't listen and held on to your arm instead as he continued his pace.
"Can't..." He moaned breathlessly. "Not when your pussy is sucking me in so good."
This was pushing you to your limits that you never thought possible, almost like you were beginning to reach your breaking point. You cried out a moan as your eyes watered and began to cloud your vision.
Overstimulation stunned your mind to barely think of any coherent thoughts. All you could do was surrender to the waves of sensations that Dick was giving you. You weren't even trying to suppress the loud noises that was escaping you anymore, letting them all out without thinking about your neighbours hearing you.
"...s'too much." You barely managed to let out a whisper, your moans getting louder and more frantic with each passing moment.
"This feels too good," Dick groaned, his breath is shaking and his hips stuttering with each hard thrust he makes. "Oh, you feel too good... Fuck... Y-You're driving me insane... You know that? Telling me to do it raw, and now, to cum inside you? Fuck, you're too g-good for me, pretty girl..."
Your moans were shaky, your breaths were coming in small gasps, and your mind was too far gone to the point that you could barely keep yourself together. This was everything you ever wanted from him, yet it was also everything you didn’t want.
"Fuck... I'm gonna cum," he whined. "I'm gonna fill you up, yeah? I'm gonna cum inside... and fill you nice and full... You like that?" He babbled mindlessly, too pussy drunk to even care for your answer as the whines and whimpers you make from overstimulation clouds his thoughts.
As those words came out of his mouth so did your your third orgasm for the night, and you let yourself fall apart completely this time as the sensation consumed every bit of your body and mind.
It wasn't long until Dick reached his own high, pushing himself deeper inside you one last time as he buried his cum deep, filling you up just as you requested. He shamelessly moaned loudly as the satisfying feeling washed over him.
Dick continued to babble endlessly, telling you how good you felt, and praising you for taking him so well. His words spilled like water as his cock twitched inside you before pulling out, smirking when he saw his cum spill out of you.
Meanwhile, you laid bare on your stomach covered in a pool of sweat, panting heavily as your body relaxed, heavy eyelids fluttering as you tried to fight off the tiredness consuming your body. Good god, you needed this. Not exactly from your best friend, but who were you to complain? This was the best sex you've had in—well, forever.
The last thing you ever heard was a quiet chuckle from Dick and a gentle kiss on your temple before you heard his soft voice say goodnight.
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a/a/n: can you tell this is my first smut? yeah? well, don't judge >:(
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batfamluvr · 2 months
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Valentine's Day with the Batboys
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CW❣️: riding, semi-public sex, unconventional aftercare, overstimulation, cunnilingus, bath sex??, mirror sex (if you squint, writer was rushing and it's obvious who they don't read enough of or just don't particularly like.
Dick Grayson had been fucking you well into the night, inside some abandoned building on his patrol. Your body was pressed into the chilly brick wall and his sweaty chest was pressed against your back." Fuuuck," he breathed out and continued his bruising pace.
His thrusts were frenzied and desperate now. Dick's bottom lip had retreated in between his teeth and he was purring into your ear." Perfect," he rasped," pussy." His black and blue gloved hands kneaded every piece of meat and muscle on your body.
"Good girl," he breathed out, trying to retain some sanity." Takin' me so well. So slick and wet." With that, he pulled out at the very last second and came onto your ass cheeks with quivering, tensing thighs and choked groans.
Dick had slid down the wall, huffing and groaning." Happy Valentine's, sweetie," he said, pulling a single vibrantly red rose from his suit pocket and handing it you.
Jason Todd's head was thrown back and his mouth was open in a silent moan as you rode him silly in the bathtub of the hotel he'd rented for you two. Rose petals and vanilla bubbles stuck to the small of your back." Goddamn," he groaned and smacked your ass. The sting was delicious.
" so addictive," he grunts, hands sliding up to cup and play with your tits. A sweet whine flows out of your mouth as his soapy hands circle your nipples, leaving them hardening in the cool air." You're enough to drive a man wild."
Jason almost felt toyed with after a few minutes." Sorry, babe, water sex is not what they make it out be," he coos tauntingly and plows into you. The back of your head was smacking against the mirror. He had you in missionary on the counter. He was trying to cushion the impact of your head, but your gummy walls were cradling his cock perfectly and his focus was having a hard time splitting.
With each thrust, roses and bubbles would hit the floor from where he'd dragged you out of the tub, needing more contact and pleasure. The water made it all feel dry and strenuous. His hand stroked your cheek, eyes soft and juxtaposing his sharp pace. Each snap of his hips had you seeing stars.
He'd ended up coming with his cock down your throat, getting himself a mini-blowjob in the process. Of course he finished you off with his tongue since his cock was down for the count and he's a gentleman.
"Happy Valentine's to us and us only, my love," he purred and drug his finger down your slit, over the overstimulated and throbbing clit he'd sucked dry.
Damian Wayne gazed at your cunt as it stretched over his cock. It was Valentine's Day and he spoiled you rotten. Streamers and balloons were thrown everywhere; half eaten steak and half-drank expensive wine laid on the nightstand of his room.
You'd convinced Damian to let you ride him, to finally be spoiled for once. He sucked in a sharp breath, toned stomach rippling." Beautiful," he stated in a hushed tone. If you didn't know Damian any better, his version of sex-talk would've gone over your head. But it didn't. You blushed and ran a hand through his straight, black locks.
The only sign that he was even alive was his mouth, which was parted into a silent groan. Your thighs locked into a squatting position and you began to bounce on his cock. Damiann grasped your thighs as his back arched up into you." Beloved," he rasped out.
The sheets were sliding off the corners of the bed; the roses and streamers on the mattress were swiftly getting kicked off. Damian had a grip on the ends of your hair, controlling your pace." Harder," he commanded, regaining some dominance." Do I look like I'm made of glass?" A sharp, cracking sound split the grunts and moans. He'd smacked your ass." 'M not. And I don't scare easily so break me, if you can," he scoffed.
It had been at least ten minutes and Damian hadn't cum. Damn him and his stamina. You had cum twice; your thighs were aching and your cunt was pulsing and leaking onto his pelvis. If it weren't for you being the one to convince him to be ridden, you'd have gotten off long ago.
"Dami," you moaned out, hands on his toned chest. He'd lost it; the sultry, almost pornographic spill of his name from your mouth was enough to jerk his hips and have him shoot his seed into you." Shit," he breathed out, hands falling from your hips to your thighs and caressing the aching muscles as he tries to catch his breath.
You stifled chortles at his cussing, since it was so rare. Neither one of you panicked, both so caught in the bliss, and the subconscious knowledge of knowing you were on the pill." I hope I made this V-Day memorable, Dami," you puffed tiredly.
Tim Drake (don't read much of him, sorry) had you on your back, arching up into his mouth. The night of love and passion had started slow---kisses, hickies, and sweet nothings. You'd always believed that Tim enjoyed the foreplay more than the actual sex.
With time, you were able to move the night into something more...erotic. Now your hands were carding through the raven waves as his tongue lapped greedily at your weeping cunt. Pornographic mewls and whines flowed from your lips like a ballad, seducing Tim. His hips were thrusting down into the bed; he was trying to sync his tongue and his hips.
"Yes," you moaned," right there." Tim's tongue fucked in and out of you, two fingers curled in your cunt. The soft scratch of his nails on your pillowy walls was heavenly. It felt as if the bed would levitate you straight to Aphrodite's feet.
Gazing down at him, you could see the ethereality of his features. They were soft, delicate; his pupils were blown and clashing with his electric blue eyes. His plump and supple tongue was shimmering with your body's gratitude before and after he brought you to a planet-imploding orgasm.
Your eyes screwed shut and your back hunched and thighs quivered. Tim's hands clasped around your waist, calming you, bringing you down gracefully. The position you two held looked renaissance painting worthy.
Soon, your thighs relaxed and you slumped on the mattress. With a yawn, you said," so tired, Timmy." His electric eyes flickered to your glowing face." But you haven't eaten your chocolates yet."
Bruce had you on your back, legs pressed to your shoulders as he pounded into you. It was one of his favorite positions when he was feeling passionate. He liked to see your cheeks redden and lips wet and plump from all the kissing. He thought you looked divine like this---a light sheen of sweat coating your face, limps slobbery and plump, eyes glossy and fucked out.
"Bruce," you whined sultrily. He'd already brought you to three celestial shifting orgasms." Please." The makings of a grin crawled up his face and his two of his thumb snaked into your mouth." Again, sweet one," he commanded. You moaned, skin searing with enough lust and desire to make Venus blush.
A light, nearly invisible blush spread over Bruce's cheeks. For a second, the only noises heard were the erotic and lustful sounds of his hips smashing against your used and slimy cunt. His hands were pressed on the backs of your knees, subtly pushing them up farther.
Soon, he came with a shout, falling against your chest and panting. He promptly pulled the condom off and tossed it in the trashcan beside his nightstand. Your arms wrapped around his sweaty and blistering body." Are you okay?" He asked as softly as he could, trying terribly to keep the Batman out of his voice. He rang for Alfred to start a bath and order-in.
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Summary: no one gets to offend my siblings and father. No one but me. I'll make sure of it.
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Maybe it was a bad idea to apply for that Erasmus program and leave her brothers and adoptive father alone for whole three months. Sure, studying abroad, expanding knowledge, learning language and customs was an amazing experience, but it came with the cost. The price of being in fear that her family would get themselves in trouble, pain, fight they could not recover from.
The first two weeks of her adventure was the worst, since she was waking up at most random night hours, ready to jump into fight, those vigilantes instincts and habits kicking in.
Those were the nights when she was turning and tossing in her bed unable to close an eye and in result sneaking out her dorm room and walk around the campus like the ghost. The quietness and peacefulness of her surroundings at the academy were so different from those she knew in Gotham, it was almost disturbing.
There was no denying that Y/N was the smartest in the family, even Tim admitted it once (obviously not while talking to her, but she overheard his conversation with Bernard) but at times like this she was second-guessing her choices.
Due to her specific upbringing and family background she also never managed to form any deep connection with her fellow students, preferring to stay by herself, focus on the task and putting a lot of work into expanding her knowledge and skills in technology. She never complained, but from other people’s perspective she was an eremite. Kind, polite with perfect manners when someone asked her for something or while working in group, but still highly reserved. Just like her adoptive father, whose relation to she was trying to keep a secret. And it worked up to the day when one of the lecturers accidentally called her  “Miss  Wayne” in front of the whole class. The second he did it the air in the auditorium froze. She might have been in different country, but for God’s sake she was studying technology, of course everyone heard about the Wayne Enterprises and the  Bruce Wayne.
“You’re his daughter?” one of the boys in the lower row turned around and eyed her suspiciously
“Yes. Adoptive one.”
“Of course. He’s well known for taking kids in, right? Seems like some sort of complex or maybe even a disease” he smirked and it made the girl clench her fist. Her relationship with Bruce might have been rocky, but no one except her and her brothers were allowed to judge and offend him.”
“Care to elaborate on that?” she hissed, eyeing the guy with ice cold gaze
“Miss Y/L/N! Mister Olsen! Please calm down and sit down!” the teacher tried to make up for his mistake but it was far too late for that.
“You misspelled my name once, might as well keep calling me Wayne now.”  the tone of her voice matched the gaze. She was not going to let the guy easily, but getting in trouble with the dean was not a part of her plan. “Now, can we continue with the lecture? I don’t know about anyone else in her, but speaking for myself I would love to actually learn something useful.”
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Y/N was the middle child. Younger than Dick and Jason, older than Tim and Damian which placed her literally halfway  in the family. Because of that she was a mix of responsibility and carelessness, doing her own thing, not always the right way, but still capable of getting away with a lot more than the others. Not as family oriented as Dick, feeling a bit overshadowed by Jason, highly competitive with Tim and more independent and individualistic than Damian. Still, even despite her “boss bitch” attitude, she was sandwiched between her brothers which made her the best negotiator and mediator in the family. Y/N also had a strong sense of fairness and morality and would always try her best to do the right things. Objectively, not subjectively. And making fun of her family was not one the things she could forget. However, before taking any action she had to gather intel, figure out what the guy knew and then come right at him.
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Waiting till the end of the class was probably the greatest torture she ever had to endure, every minute stretching into infinity and when it was over the sense of relief almost made her drop the plan. Almost.
“I’m not done with you, Olsen.” she was faster to the door, stopping her potential victim from getting away.
“You want more, Wayne?”
“Please. Hit me with your best shot. What is your problem with my family, exactly?”
“Let me think” he tapped his chin. “There are so many. Like for instance, your oldest brother. What was his name again? Oh, right! Dick. Suits him quite well, doesn’t it. A prick, if you ask me. Definitely a show-off with no skills.” He scoffed “Shall I continue?”
“ Please. You got like three more people to gossip about.”
“The second in line, Jason, right? Oh, the unhinged  one. Violent, mocking, thinking he is better than anyone else around, when in reality he’s just a lost, scared child. Probably a dumbass too.”
“Pretty sure he would agree with that. Now what about Tim and Damian?”
At this point Olsen was getting a bit surprised that the girl in front of him was still unfazed. Her calmness, a sign of silent inside fury making him slightly uncomfortable.   Not enough to stop however.
“Drake…..” the name rolled of his tongue while the boy was wondering what words to choose “oh, he’s the gay one, right? Such a shame that the renowned Wayne family has someone like that as a member. Bet your father would never take him in, if he knew. A fairy becoming the next CEO of his renowned company. How ironic!”
“Hm.” Oh, Y/N was so much like Bruce at times and it showed in the least expected moments.
Damn that girl! How could it not make her angry?
“And …… Damian, the only biological child. Absolutely maladjusted and unaware of social norms and boundaries. Tell me, how was it like to have your youngest brother violate your boundaries and personal space?”
“It was. ….educatory. Just like it was with everything you just said. You presented yourself as someone with some serious psychological issues and possibly an unhealthy interest in my family’s life. So thank you, it truly was illuminating.”
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“What the hell did you do Y/N?” a very alerted Dick appeared  on the other side of the screen
“I have no idea what you are talking about.” The girl sighted and fell onto the cushions bringing the computer onto her lap to see her brother better
“Don’t lie to me now, sis.”
“I wouldn’t even dream of it.”
“Bruce has been on the phone for the last fifteen minutes and from what I figured it’s about something that happened on the campus.”
“The only thing happening on the campus are students who skip classes.” She mumbled “maybe except that one time when one of the boys lost some stupid bet and blew up the fountain as some sort of punishment. That was funny.”
A little grunt was heard on Dick’s side and for a second he disappeared from the screen.
“Dick?”
“Sorry, I had a little interruption.” He rubbed his forehead “Now, back onto what you did…..”
“Did you say that someone blew the fountain?” third face appeared on the screen in the corner, taking over the conversation.
“Hello, Jason.”
“Hi sis. Maybe I should have joined you in your academic career. Seems like you have a lot of fun there. Besides, I never really finished school, since you know…. I died.”
“We know.” Y/N and Dick said in unison
“Always a good opportunity to remind you, right?” he grinned “Now, sis, tell me, how was it going full rogue on fellow student? I gotta admit I’m proud of you here.”
“So that’s what this is about?” Dick’s eyes grew wider than ever “I;m gonna ask you once again, Y/N. what did you do?”
“Nothing permanent.”
“What…..?”
“Cut her some slack, Grayson.”
“Look who decided to join us.” Y/N smirked “improved your computer skills much, Damian?”
“I got tired of being left out.”
“Since when do you care about the group?”
“Leverage, sis. Knowledge is power, I thought you knew that.”
“Ok, that is enough!” Dick finally lost his patience “I’m trying to have a conversation with my little sis here. Both of you, get out of the line!”
“Mhm, keep dreamin’ Dickhead.”
“For once I agree with Todd.”
“You have no right to…..”
“Guys…..” Y/N tried to mitigate them, but deep inside she enjoyed their bantering. It was a while since she experienced it and only now realized how familiar it was.
“I was here first!” Dick yelled “And I’m the oldest”
“No one cares Grayson! You are a Bludhaven resident now.  Just because you visit the manor does not mean you can keep Y/N busy using the wayne’s devices!”
“Don’t you have someone to kill in the crime alley, Jay?”
“Unlike you, I succeeded in all my latest missions.”
“Is that what you call coming back to your safe house bloodied and injured. You were on the verge of death!” Damian smirked “you were absolutely inept, that’s not a success.”
“You were what, now?!” Y/N shrieked. Her second oldest brother was sometimes too careless.
“It was not that bad, Y/N, I swear. And how the fuck do you know about it, demon?”
“I have my ways.”
“I would suspect Drake of spying on me, but you?”
“Speaking of the devil, I’m surprised Tim hasn’t already join us.” Dick muttered
“Oh, he did.” Y/N pointed out
“WHAT?” her brothers cried. Now there was another one fighting for her attention and it was not a secret that Tim was her favorite making the situation harder.
“I did.” Tim chuckled  “Well, to tell the truth Y/N let me in the channel. We have our ways with technology. Something none of you could ever fully understand. “
“Of course not….”
“Cheer up, Dami. You can’t monopolize all the areas.”
“I would beg to differ.”
“Ok, everyone hold up here. I think we lost the point of the conversation. The thing was that Bruce was on the phone, probably taking to the dean about….”
“Y/N played a little prank on her classmate, is that right?” of course Tim was the one who everything best.
 “He deserved it.”
“Y/n…..”
“Stop using the big brother voice on me! It’s not going to work!”
“How about we use Damian’s youngest one?” Dick teased
“I refuse to be used in this….”
“SHUT UP DAMIAN!” Dick and Jason shouted together and shared a murderous look between one another. Now they were both desperate to find out what happened since Tim would rather die than spill the bean. It was infuriating. They were the older brothers! This had to mean something.
“Ok, that’s it.” Damian stood up and the view of the empty chair in the place where his face should be was highly disturbing.
“That is not good.” Y/N said out loud something that all of them already knew. Her presumptions turned out to be right a second later when the shouting and yelling reverberated through the speakers and a blur of black and green rushed into Dick’s room.
“hey, I want to join the fight too!” Jason started up and with a speed, Wally West could be jealous of involved in the mix of limbs and screams.
“Wait! I though Dick was in Bludhaven! Tim?”
“Not today. We’re all in the manor.”
“And you idiots were talking to me through four different computers?”
“Are you actually surprised?”
“On second thought, not at all.” She sighed. It’s a good thing you are the reasonable one here…..”
“There you are, Timmy” now the situation has turned as it was Dick who appeared in the door of Tim’s bedroom “you are not  getting out of this. If you want Y/n to yourself you have to fight me.”
“And me!” Jason tackled Dick to the ground with a loud thump
“Losers!” Damian jumped over their bodies and came right at Tim
Because of their actions, Y/N was the only one who noticed two men stepping from the shadows and exchanging some words. Apparently Bruce wasn’t capable of putting the boys in their places and asked Alfred to try this instead. And a single grunt from the butler did a miracle as all of them stood up and started explaining and apologizing. Funny as it was, Y/N knew that with Bruce’s arrival she was heading straight towards preaching from her father.
“Y/N.”
“Hello Bruce.”
“Did you break his arm?”
“You broke his arm?” Dick was halfway out but turned back immediately
“No.” Y/n shook her head “I broke his arm and hurt his legs.”
“Don’t forget that you also demolished his dorm room.”
“That wasn’t me. That was….”
“Did you go at him as a vigilante? Wow! Way to go, sis. Now I truly am proud of you.”
“Ok, both of you, out!” Bruce lost the rest of his patience pushing Dick and Jay away. “Now that we are alone…….” he sighed deeply closing the door tight  
“I;m not sorry.”
“Oh, I know. And I’m not mad, because I’m sure you had a reason to do it. So tell me, why?”
“you…. you want to know ?”
“Of course. Look Y/n, I’m aware I won’t get  a father of the year cup from you, but I care all right? Did that boy hurt you and you took retaliation? Just tell me….”
“He was talking shit about our family.”
“And you felt the urge to protect the Wayne’s honor?” Bruce smirked “this is so not like you.”
“Honor, my ass. We’ve lost that ages ago, Bruce. The only thing I was protecting was my sole privilege of mocking you. No one else is allowed to do it.”
“I’ll be sure not to tell your brothers that you miss them. “
“That would be most welcome.”
“And you have to know that we don’t miss you either, y/n.” father and daughter’s gazes met and they both nodded in silent agreement, right corners of their mouths lifting almost unnoticeable. “You coming to visit next week?”
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Something was wrong.
Something was terribly wrong and that tingling sensation became unbearable the second she climbed the manor’s stairs and reach for the doorknob with a heartrate so fast it would send anyone else straight into cardiac arrest. Y/N however kept her cold blood, focusing on what may happened inside and considering her options and strategies for a potential fight.
She could not expect  that the moment she opened the door four figures would jump out from the shadows making the noise that would bring the dead from behind the grave. It startled her and as a result she stumbled back, hitting the wardrobe and making it shake. She could not expect that on said wardrobe there would be packets and packets of paint and that those would fall down straight on her making her look like some abstractionism painting.
“I hate you all.” She muttered while her brothers run away in four different directions.
“Welcome home, miss Y/N” Alfred approached her with a tissue so she could at least wipe the paint from her eyes.
“Home.” She whispered “Yes, it definitely feels like it.”
It was good to be back.
But she was still going after them. .....
Later. When they would least expect it.
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Curiosity killed The Cat | Damian Wayne Imagine
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You were just 14 years old when you first encountered the infamous Damian Wayne. He strode through Gotham Metro Academy as if he owned the place, and with his father being the wealthiest man in Gotham City, it wasn't surprising. What made it even more intriguing was that you seemed to share almost every class with him.
"Why are you trailing me?" He inquired, standing tall beside your desk as you retrieved your class materials from your backpack. You glanced up, meeting his fierce green eyes without flinching. "Excuse me?" you retorted.
"You've been following me around, why?" he pressed, his tone dripping with curiosity. You scoffed and sized him up. "Ever been to a school before? If it were up to me, I'd be nowhere near you."
Damian clicked his tongue in annoyance. "How did you even get into this school? You don't seem like you can afford—" Before he could finish his sentence, you cut him off with a swift, hard punch to his face. You didn't care about his status as Bruce Wayne's son; whatever he was going to say deserved a punch.
The entire class stared at you in disbelief as Damian held his face where your punch had landed. If he hadn't looked furious before, he certainly did now. He restrained himself from retaliating, aware of the prohibition against hitting females, a double standard he found frustrating.
"This is her second time punching a student, Ms. Kyle. I'm afraid that if this happens again, we will have no choice but to expel [Y/n]," the principal expressed with a concerned tone.
The principal's worried look held firm as Selina, your mother, fixed you with a glare that felt like it could burn holes through your head. This wasn't the first time she'd been summoned to the school, and it seemed like it wouldn't be the last. After a discussion with the principal, it was decided that you would receive two weeks of detention. It was definitely worth silencing that arrogant son of a bitch.
"We need to address your anger management," Selina said as both of you walked down the empty hallway. "I don't have anger issues," you retorted bluntly, even though deep down, you knew it was a problem you'd inherited from your late father. When you got into these moods, Selina knew precisely how to help you feel better.
"Since it's the weekend, how about we have a girls' night out?" Selina suggested. You looked up at her, and she gave you a knowing smile. The smirk that crossed your face was all the confirmation she needed.
The moon hung full in the night sky as you and your mother, Selina, dashed through the streets of Gotham. When Selina halted, so did you. You peered down at the pristine glass that showcased exquisite diamond jewelry. Selina crouched over the glass ceiling, her cat-like nails making quick work of creating a large enough opening for both of you to slip through.
She gracefully entered the opening and gestured for you to follow. Drawing upon what Selina had taught you, you descended with a feline-like agility, landing on your feet without a sound. It was a moment that made Selina proud, despite the unconventional circumstances. She knew that involving her 14-year-old in a heist wasn't ideal, but she wanted to bond with you, and this was the only way she knew how.
"Help yourself to whatever you want, sweetheart," Selina encouraged as she admired the jewels in a glass casing. While she did that, you explored the room, not as captivated by the treasures as your mother was. In the corner of your eye, you glimpsed something that stopped you in your tracks—a beautiful green necklace sealed in a small glass case, nestled in a black pendant box. It seemed to call your name, drawing you closer until a loud shattering of glass snapped you out of your trance.
You turned quickly to see Batman and Robin approaching your mother, who had wandered farther from you than you realized. They hadn't even noticed your presence in the room.
"Well, if it isn't the Bat, and this must be Robin," Selina greeted, eyeing him while he maintained his glare.
"Catwoman," Batman acknowledged in his deep voice. This was your first time seeing Batman in person, a day your mother had been preparing you for.
You hid behind a jewelry display, watching through the glass. Your mother surveyed the room discreetly, likely looking for you, then returned her attention to the masked hero. She placed her hands on her hips, drawing closer to them. Her finger trailed up his shoulder and over his neck, likely sending shivers down his spine.
"Why so formal? You can address me by my name, Bruce," she whispered into his ear, causing him to visibly tense. Your mother always had a way with words, especially in getting herself out of tight spots, even more so now with her secret weapon.
As Selina approached Robin, she ruffled his hair, prompting him to slap her hand away and glare at her intensely. She chuckled to herself. "You know, I have a sidekick myself."
The moment those words left her lips, you sprang from your hiding place. Before he could react, you attacked Robin with a quick blow to the face and a kick to the stomach, sending him flying across the room, crashing into a jewelry display.
While your mother was distracted with Batman, you made a beeline for the necklace. You attempted to grab it but were tackled to the ground by Robin, who recovered quickly. You kicked him off and reached for the necklace. The moment your hand touched the glass, he threw a Batarang, slicing your hand open. You grunted in pain, clutching your bleeding hand as crimson pooled on the floor.
With no time to process what had just happened, Robin advanced on you. In a moment of quick thinking, you grabbed the necklace and crawled between his legs to avoid a confrontation. You dashed towards your mother as she secured her bag of jewels, and together, you swiftly escaped from the scene
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i've been meaning to do this with this drawing.
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I love me some Jason todd mmmmm he makes me feel all types of things and I love it 🥰 man pussy throbs every time I look at these pics of his or drawings on god he fine 💋💋💋
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y/n: i like jason, thoughts?
tim: and prayers, girl what
Requests are open!
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Y/N, pointing : May I sit there?
Damian : That's my lap
Y/N : That doesn't answer my question, Damian.
Damian : ...
Damian, whispers : You may.
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