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headcans-oneshots-and-stuff · 4 years

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Luckiest thing (Drabble)

Warnings: none, except maybe shitty writing tbh Word count: 1,5k Summary: On the fourth of July you have a little surprise for your husbands family

Requested by my amazing @sirkekselord: Hello my wife. Because you never write my fucking things I ask you on Whatsapp... Here I am. Just give me some Jason fluff after what you have done to me. Making me cry twice. Him happy, having a wife and a happy family. Give me the family life. Domestic stuff. Batfam being the great batfam they should be! I am done. So done. Also I'm not gonna ask you on Whatsapp this and I won't look at the fandom list but will you make an exception and write for Eddie Brock? If you don't? Love you sunshine. ♥

A/N: Two things: first, I don’t live in America and have never celebrated fourth of july so this is all just how I imagine it, second: since Gotham is a rather special place, in my fanon lore for this fanfiction there is a city wide ban on all kind of firecrackers and rockets.

It was strange, really, how on almost every other day of the year, no matter if holiday or not, Gotham's villains couldn't give two ducks about if it was a good time to rob a bank or try to bomb an orphanage, but on the week surrounding the fourth of July, the crime rate just dropped. Every year. So, with his family being busy most of the year and unable to remember the last time they all did something together, Bruce decided that it would be a good chance to have a little get-together at the manor. With that choice made, he notified the family and handed over the preparation to Alfred who relished in planning something other than a Gala or a ball or something that would happen again in less than a month. And he wasn't the only one who was more than happy about this possibility, no, when you answered Bruce's call and accepted his invitation you were over the moon. It would be the first time since the wedding that you and Jason would meet the majority of your husband's family in one spot and it was the perfect opportunity for a little surprise.

The few weeks between Bruce's call and the fourth of July passed in a flash and soon you stood in front of the kitchen island in the beautiful house in the outskirts of the city that Bruce had gifted you for your wedding, decorating the blue, red, white cupcakes with matching toppings and little edible stars on all of them except one, which just got a single, big, silver one. "We both know that Alfred will have more than enough food prepared, you're almost offending him when you bring something too," a husky, deep voice told you from behind you, sending a warm shiver down your spine. Along with the words were arms that found their way around your hips and pulled you against a broad, muscular chest. You sighed in content, comfortable as you could be against Jason. "I know, I know," you chuckled and smiled up at him, "But it's tradition to bring something along." Your husband playfully rolled your eyes before leaning down and kissing your forehead. "We should get going soon," you hummed and helped yourself out of Jason's arms, walking over to one of the shelf to get out a transport carrier for the cupcakes, making quick work as to place the inside, while Jason nodded and went into your bedroom to get his festive leatherjacket. When the sweets were stored, you walked over to a mirror in the hall, checking over your outfit. You were wearing a flowy, blue summer dress with red ballerinas and a small red bow in your hair. It was simple, but you felt really cute in it so you just nodded at your reflection and went back to get the carrier before going into the garage to fix it to Jason's motorcycle. "Are you sure we should take the Bike and not the car? I mean-" "Don't worry your pretty little head Jason," you threw him his helmet (a normal one) and started flexing you own, careful not to destroy your hair. Before he could protest again, you jumped onto the vehicle, patting the driver's seat in front of you. You could hear the small sigh that Jason made, but he obeyed and sat down, turning on the motor.

The garden of the manor (or rather the parts of the park-like surroundings that were close to one of the backdoors) looked astonishing. There was a table placed in the middle, decorated with a blue and white tablecloth and red plates and glasses (that Alfred must've extra bought for the occasion), on the trees that were near were little blue, red and white lampions, perfectly placed, along with little star fairy-lights, and on the side stood a rather pompous grill with Alfred standing behind it, wearing a 'The Grillfather' apron. The entire family was standing around in the area. Bruce and Dick were standing the closest, only a few feet away from the backdoor, chatting about something, Tim, Steph, Duke and Cass were sitting on garden chairs in the shadow of a tree and Damian was sitting on the grass, playing with Alfred the cat and Titus (or more like he was playing with Titus and Alfred was laying in the sun). When you and Jason came out in the garden, Alfred was first to notice and come to you. "Hello Master and Misses Todd," he said, winking at you slightly when you blushed at being called Misses Todd for one of the first times since the wedding by anyone besides Jay. "Hello, Alfie-" you pushed the carrier into Jason's arms and went to hug the man "-you really overdid yourself this time, it's beautiful." "Thank you very much," he smiled and you took your cupcakes out of Jason's arms again to give him a chance to hug his surrogate Grandfather. When they parted again, Jason gave you a small kiss on the cheek before going over to Dick and Bruce who were waving over to you. "What do you have here," Alfred said with a curious gaze directed to the box in your hands, prompting you to open it and show him the cupcakes with a smile. "I know you most likely have everything prepared already, but I couldn't help myself and bring something along." "Don't be silly darling," he laughed slightly and took the box out of your hands, "You can never cook enough when cooking for this family." You continued talking for a while before he turned to bring the cupcakes to another table beside the grill that was serving as a buffet and get back to the barbeque.

The noon turned into the evening and everything was going wonderful. For a while, you went around talking to everyone while Alfred and Damian were basically glued to your side, before Alfred called for dinner and everyone sat down at the table, Jason on your right and Damian on your left. The sun was already starting to set, the Lampions were turned on and much brighter than you'd expected when you remembered your little surprise. You poked Jason's thigh under the table to get his attention and he seemed to immediately understand what you meant, smiling at you with just a glimpse of excitement in your eyes. "I know we just ate Alfred's wonderful food, but I tried a little something new for my cupcakes and wondered if you would mind tasting them?" you asked and tilted your head slightly to the side while looking at the people around you and their unknowing faces. A choir of agreement answered you and you clapped into your hands, expectantly looking at your spouse who gave you a small 'Are-you-serious'-face before pushing his chair back to get the cupcakes and placing one in front of everyone. "Why does father get the special one," Damian huffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest, frowning at Bruce's cupcake that had the single big star on top of it. "Uhm...just because," you shrugged, aware of the thinness of that excuse. "Anyway, how about we all try on three yes? Okay," you averted the topic and continued the conversation. "One, two, three," Jason counted and on cue, everyone took a bite out of the little cakes, but your eyes were fixed on Bruce. At first, his face seemed to be very happy with the sweet and full taste, before it contorted in confusion. He pulled the cupcake away from his mouth and used his other to pull something out of it. "What the," he muttered, using his napkin to clean the object and reveal it to be a pacifier. For just a second his eyes were filled with complete confusion until they lit up with recognition. "Are you- Really-" he started and looked at you with almost tear-filled eyes attracting the attention of the others around him. "Yes," you nodded and felt tears also starting to fill your eyes, unconsciously setting your hand onto your stomach. "Whoa!"s and "What?"s filled the air until everyone understood what you and Bruce were talking about. "I'll be a grandfather," Bruce smiled proudly, running over to your side to pick you out of your chair and swirl you around. The rest of the night was filled with congratulations and people cluttering around you and Jason who soon started to slightly feel neglected with all the attention you were giving the people around you. At that moment you felt in the right place, you felt at peace and you knew, that almost running over Jason all these years ago, when you had first met him and almost immediately fell for him. was maybe the luckiest thing that could ever happen...

#Jason Todd #Jason todd x reader #domestic jadon todd #fourth of july #july4th #independenceday #batfam #batfam x reader #batfam imagine #drabble #fluff #Independence Day

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considermewhelmed · 3 years

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See You Again by Wiz Khalifa (ft. Charlie Puth)- Dick Grayson and Jason Todd

a/n: strap in folks. This is going to hurt.

taglist: @river9noble

Master

part 2

“It's been a long day without you, my friend/And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again/We've come a long way from where we began/Oh, I'll tell you all about it when I see you again/When I see you again.”

“Damn, who knew?/All the planes we flew/Good things we've been through/That I'll be standing right here talking to you/'Bout another path/I know we loved to hit the road and laugh/But something told me that it wouldn't last/Had to switch up/Look at things different, see the bigger picture/Those were the days/Hard work forever pays/Now I see you in a better place.”

“The love will never get lost/And when brotherhood come first/Then the line will never be crossed/Established it on our own/When that line had to be drawn/And that line is what we reach/So remember me when I'm gone.”

October 18, 9:30pm.

“Jason? Jason, where are you? You need to pick up- Bruce called me, freaking out because you’ve been spotted in Europe? I know you wanted to find your mom but Jesus Christ Jay, where are you? Pick up your goddamn phone, at least let me know you’re safe, that you’re okay. I won’t even tell Bruce. Just tell me you’re alright, okay? Call me back as soon as possible.”

October 18, 11:48pm.

“Hey. Sorry. I don’t know what to say. When I heard… Bruce told me. I didn’t really want to believe it. I still don’t really want to believe it. I’m just… I’m so sorry.”

October 21, 5:36pm.

“You’re everywhere. God. You’d probably hate it. Everyone talks about the tragedy. They don’t really know what happened. They just know that you… that you’re gone. I wish you were gone. Completely. It would be easier to handle if you were. I’m sorry.”

October 31, 1:01am.

“I was supposed to pick you up, remember? We were going to go trick or treating in Bludhaven, because we never had that before. Because I was in the circus. And you… anyways, you said I should go as Green Lantern because you think if it could, a green ring would pick me anyways. No fear, huh? Well. I was always scared of something, Little Wing. God you hated it when I called you that I’m sor-”

November 13, 4:13pm.

“It’s been almost a month and your face still shows up sometimes on the news. I miss you.”

December 1, 2:52am.

“Bruce isn’t the same without you Little Wing. He’s reckless. Careless. I think he’s going to get himself killed. It’s kind of… terrifying. Clark’s worried. The League’s keeping an eye on him. I wish I could. But… god it just hurts to be in the Cave right now. I’m sorry.”

December 20, 9:38pm.

“I was helping Alfred put the decorations up. No ones really feeling festive but… we had to do something I guess. We got the stockings up, and… I’ve never seen Alfred cry over anything, but he just couldn’t stop when he saw your stocking. I… I put it up in my room. I wanted to feel like you were here for the holidays. Sometimes I feel like you’re going to burst through the door anymore like it was some sort of joke-”

December 25, 12:02am.

“Merry Christmas Little Wing.”

January 3, 3:26pm.

“I don’t know why I keep calling this number. You don’t pick up. I know you won’t pick up. But I miss you. This is the only way I hear you anymore. I wish you were calling me for tips and tricks again. I wish I had known you were in trouble. I wish I was fast enough to get you. I wish you’d never gotten into this in the first place, you were so young, you didn’t deserve to go out like this, god it’s just not right-”

January 26, 7:09pm.

“Today was a good day. We took in a stray dog, kept him safe and found his owner. He’d run away because he was spooked by a loud car. He was a German Shepard, I remember you saying you had one when you were really little, his name was Buddy, right? Anyways, I think that saving stray dogs and getting cats out of trees and helping lost kids find their parents are the best parts of this job.”

February 15, 1:29am.

“I’m so sorry Little Wing, I think I forgot that joke you told me. I was trying to tell Kori and I forgot the punchline and I wish you were here to tell me it again because it was really funny and I think she would really like it. I think you would like her Jay, she’s a spitfire, you’d get a kick out of how she keeps us all in line. You’d like this crew. You’d like it here. I’m sorry.”

March 29, 3:06am.

“I’m sitting here, in the Batcave. Looking at Bruce, passed out from a fight that took a sharp turn. It was stupid, he’s beaten Mr. Freeze so many times, he was making rookie mistakes and I just don’t know what to do anymore. He… he hit me Jay. He’s not the same. I asked Alfred, if this is what happened when his folks… when they… anyways, he said no. He said he fought to be better. So why is he trying to get himself kil-”

April 04, 6:45pm.

“I don’t even… fuck.”

April 04, 6:49pm.

“Okay so, this kid, he’s like, 12? 13? He comes up to me and he’s like ‘I know who you are’ and I’m sitting here thinking this kid has some affinity for the Flying Graysons or something ‘cause that has happened before. But no. No this kid, his name is Tim by the way, Tim is like ‘I know you’re Nightwing and Jason Todd was Robin and Bruce Wayne is Batman and’- fuck, Jay you should’ve heard this kid-”

April 04, 6:52pm.

“And he’s like ‘I know Jason died and now Batman’s being stupid because he doesn’t have a Robin to care about so you should come back and be Robin again because Batman needs Robin’. Jesus Christ Jason, this kid, I swear, he genuinely believes if I don’t go back to being Robin, Bruce is going to go completely off the deep end. And I think he’s sort of right, but I don’t think me going back to Robin will fix it-”

April 04, 6:54pm.

“I’m also a grown ass man with my own life, and my own identity, and I worked so hard to get out from Bruce Wayne and Batman’s shadow and I don’t even want to go back to Robin. I like Nightwing. Besides, with how things are going with me and Bruce, I don’t think he’d take me back to begin with. And now he knows things and fuck things got pretty fucked up after you… after you… fuck.”

April 26, 1:22am.

“I’ve never wanted to harm a child more in my life, Jay. This jerk started tracking me down on patrol, still trying to convince me to go back. I’m not going back. It’s not happening.”

May 11, 8:47pm.

“This isn’t a Tim update. I just. I was starting to forget what your voice sounded like. I still can’t remember that joke. I’m sorry Little Wing. Thanks for listening. I’m sorry. I miss you. I’m sorry I wasn’t a better big brother, I should’ve been better. I’m sorry.”

June 18, 5:14am.

“Tim had officially been taken under Batman’s wing. He saved Bruce today. No training. No strength. No guidance. Just a shit ton of will and heart. Kind of reminds me of you, when you were first starting out. The you behind all those walls you built to protect yourself. I wish you would’ve torn more of those down for us. He starts training today. I’m going to help. I don’t think Bruce should do this but, what do I know?”

July 04, 9:00pm.

“You always liked the fireworks in Gotham on the Fourth of July. You’d wanna sit by the water and watch the colours burst through the sky. It was like, the one night a year Bruce would let you take the night off when you were healthy so that Alfred and I could take you. He’d join us if it was a quiet night. You remember that? He’d come with us. For a minute it felt like we were just a normal family.”

August 16, 12:00am.

“I always liked to be the first one to say it. Happy Birthday Little Wing. I love you kiddo.”

September 1, 5:19pm.

“I keep forgetting your voice. For a scary minute today, I couldn’t picture your face. When was the last time I hugged you? I’m sorry. I should’ve done it more.”

October 18, 11:45pm.

“I…”

October 18, 11:49pm.

“I can’t…”

October 18, 11:55pm.

“It’s been a really long year, Jay. I hope wherever you are, you’re with my folks. They’d love you, I think. Say hi for me. Give them a hug for me. I love you. I miss you. I wish I could see you again, I’d give just about anything to give you one more hug. I remembered that joke. Kori didn’t quite understand it, but she says you sound like a good kid. … I love you Little Wing.”

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ragingbookdragon · 4 years

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How would batfam react to complimenting a s/o being beautiful and s/o says “I know”?

To be honest, I think I went farther than what this was supposed to be, but oh well. Enjoy! -Thorne

Dick:

“I still don’t understand the necessity of this outfit. It’s absolutely outrageous.” Her glare couldn’t even be considered frigid, it was so freezing as she stared at him through the mirror. He rolled his eyes, tugging the strings tighter, letting a quiet chuckle pass his lips as she sucked in another shocked breath, hands moving to her stomach.

“It’s for the aesthetic (Y/N).” She grunted as she tried, to no avail, to twist around.

“This aesthetic is insane Dick. I can’t even breathe!” He let out a ‘pfft’ and shifted in front of her, admiring her body.

“You know, the corset really brings out your waist.” (Y/N) reached out, shoving him away from her as she turned, stiffly walking to where her jacket rested along the couch.

“This isn’t even my real waist. My real waist has been sucked up into my chest cavity along with all my lower internal organs.” She tugged the jacket on as best she could, lightly tapping at her lips to make sure her lip stain was dry.

“You are really beautiful babe.” (Y/N) paused for a moment, then turned around, eyes narrowed knowingly as she quipped,

“I know I am. And I know what your kink is now.” She waved a hand, slipping into the heels beside the door and began walking towards the front door. “Now hurry up. I didn’t spend two hours struggling into this contortionist’s death trap only to miss the party.” His laughter echoed through the apartment and he added,

“We could stay home and have a party all on our own?”

“In your dreams Dickie.”

Jason:

“You’re twenty-four years old and you still don’t know how to tie a tie? Oh my god. How have you managed to survive in the socialite society Jay?” He rolled his eyes and watched her pull the knot up to the base of his throat.

“It’s called a clip-on tie (Y/N).” At that, she snorted, pulling his jacket closed, the she stared at him.

“Does Bruce know you use a clip-on tie for formal events?” Jason reached up, gently squeezing her nose and retorted,

“Where do you think I got it from smarty-pants?” (Y/N) batted his hand away, glaring at him as she spun around, fingers gently pressing her face to make sure her makeup hadn’t been messed up. He watched her silently from behind, resting back against the wall as she applied the finishing touches of her makeup. (Y/N) glanced back at him in the mirror, catching teal eyes, and she murmured,

“You’re burning a hole in me Jay. Got something to say?” The corner of his mouth rose in a cocky grin and he quipped,

“I’m glad we went with the maroon dress…it accentuates your natural beauty.” (Y/N) drew her hand under her chin, fingers delicately tracing her jaw.

“I’m aware.” His eyebrows rose in satisfaction and he added,

“I love it when you’re so confident.” (Y/N) turned, giving him a smirk.

“Then you must love me all the time…because I’m never unconfident.”

Tim:

He watched in amusement as she slid into the classroom, giving the professor a sheepish smile as she moved to her seat, plopping down beside him. He leaned over after a moment, letting her get her things in order before he questioned, “Rough morning (Y/N)?” She jerked her head up, twisting to glower at him as she pulled the ringed notebook from her bag.

“Shut up Timmy or I swear to god I will shove you out the window.” He grinned, taking a moment to admire her features; he opened his mouth, but she reached over, shoving her hand against it. “You say one word and I will throw you out the goddamn window.” His eyes narrowed mischievously, then a moment later, she jerked her hand back as if she’d been burned, looking down at it in disgust. “Did you just lick me?!” (Y/N) looked back up at him and bit out, “What are you nine?” Tim simply smiled and retorted,

“I was going to compliment you, but you wouldn’t let me speak.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, muttering to herself as she glanced between the board and the blank pages, quickly filling in notes.

“What are you gonna compliment? My inability to be on time and make a decent effort to dress appropriately?” Tim leaned over, propping his chin on her arm, whispering,

“I was going to tell you that you looked absolutely beautiful.” She grunted, moving to the next line on her paper.

“I’m tempted to respond with, ‘that’s only because I’m wearing a Red Robin hoodie’, but I’ll settle for, ‘I know’ instead.” He chuckled at her retort.

“Babe, that makes me seem narcissistic.” (Y/N) glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and quizzed,

“And you mean to tell me that you aren’t?” He blinked, shaking his head.

“I’m not narcissistic.” She snorted, nodding her head.

“Oh yeah you are. You and your entire family are.”

“We are not.”

“That’s because you’ve reached a level of narcissism that you don’t even realize you’re being narcissistic.” Tim opened his mouth to retort when the professor called out to them. They looked down at their papers, then to each other, smirks rising on their lips.

Bruce:

He hesitated to intervene in the scene before him and opted to wait until she called for him. She rushed behind their third son, dragging the fourth along with her, calling out to their oldest. “Dick! Take Dami to the other bathroom! I’ve got Timmy!” Their oldest nodded, gently maneuvering the young boy down the hall. She pushed at the boy’s shoulders, pointing into the bathroom. “Don’t leave until you’ve stopped being sick.” He didn’t respond, barely sparing her a glance as he rushed into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. It took but a moment, then the sound of retching reached their ears and she lolled her head back, groaning lowly. “I can’t believe they’ve got the stomach bug.” His lips curled into a smile and before he could stop it, he murmured,

“You’re a good mother…I love you Mrs. Wayne…you’re so beautiful.” Her eyes drew to him and she nodded tiredly, adding,

“I know I am…but thank you for reminding me anyway Mr. Wayne.” He chuckled, walking up to her.

“I figured in your situation right now, you’d opt for ‘are you kidding me, I look hideous’.” (Y/N) huffed a laugh, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Look Bruce, I’m covered in vomit right now because our third child couldn’t hold in his projectile puke.” She tugged the shirt off her body, following with her pants, then added, “If the first thing out of your mouth when you look at your exorcist vomit covered wife is, ‘wow, my wife is such a good mother, I love her, and she’s beautiful’, then I’m not going to question it.” (Y/N) reached over, patting his arm. “Unfortunately, I need to go take a shower, so it’s Batdad to the rescue.” She winked at him and quipped, “And I think Jason is sick too, so he’s coming over to the manor as well.” She’d made it halfway down the hallway when she heard,

“Mrs. Wayne, that’s the worst thing he could possibly do!” She waved a hand and nonchalantly replied,

“Not my problem Mr. Wayne!”

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fandom-writer642 · 4 years

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Stone Skipping Part 2.

Summary: The Batfamily has always been so crazy that no one notices the silent sister. She’s made her was through college with no one else realizing, sometimes forgetting about her completely. How many times can she bounce back before sinking?

Warnings: Angst? Like two curse words.

Request: Part 1 wasn’t but I got a few requests to make a second part.

Pairings?: Family; Batfamily x Sister! Reader

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As soon as (Y/n) had reached her room she felt a relief carry from her shoulders. She smiled in realization that she wasn’t coming back to the manor after this unless it was an absolute emergency. Looking around her room she took in that it was very bare, a few books and pictures but other than that there was nothing. It was then that she understood why, she never felt at home so she never settled in like she did at college.

Putting her already packed things to the side she looked through the books she owned throughout her life. The Harry Potter series looked as if they had just been bought when she had the tales for years. The Odessey sat there in all it’s glory with a story that was told in almost 400 pages. A few study books scattered around on the shelf and a lot of books on criminalistics and forensic science which were basically the same thing. They were also the reason why she was going to Central City, they had an absolutely phenomenal forensic science course at the college she would be attending next school year. (Y/n) had been one of those people that finished high school at 14 and started college right after, so technically she just got out Medical School. She took in a breath and began collecting her books and bringing them to her bed in groups.

When she was going to make her fourth trip there was a knock on the door and they eyes of her half brother appeared. “Come on in Dami.”

He walked in and shut the door behind him. (Y/n) knew that if he lost his cool and their father or brothers walked in he’d never forgive himself. His green eyes looked at the remaining books on the shelf and silently went over to help her bring them over to her bed and start sorting.

“So father was telling the truth,” (Y/n) glanced at her brother, had she been in her room so long that their dad got the time to tell Damian about this? About her leaving? “You’re leaving.”

“I am.”

“Why?”

“You know why Dami, I can’t stay here when everyone ignores me. I never truly felt like I was at home like I was at college. I’m leaving and going to school again.”

“So you’re just going to keep going to school and never come home?”

“I have no plans on coming back to the manor anytime in the future unless absolutely needed. So, did he tell everyone?”

Damian sighed but nodded. Bruce had walked into his room telling him the (Y/n) was leaving Gotham and may never come back, that he was the only one that could convince her to stay. Bruce knew too little about his daughter if he thought anyone except Alfred would stay in the way of her leaving. In fact, Bruce was currently making frantic phone calls to Dick, Jason, Tim, Steph, Barbara, and Cass to help him get her to stay.

“Where are you going?”

“Central City, you can come with me if you want. You’re supposed to go to college next year, you could join me.”

“Do you already have a place?”

The girl nodded, she had bought a three bedroom, two bathroom apartment not far from the school. All she needed was her stuff, she already bought beds, furniture, and other things that she needed. She had planned this out already but she never told a soul about it, she would just disappear for a year and see if her brothers cared.

“Okay, I’ll go with you.”

“You’re going to your graduation tomorrow, I’ll stay at a hotel tonight and we can leave for Central after.”

“Sounds good.”

The woman nodded, “You’re telling dad. But you should at least go pack for tomorrow.”

Damian nodded in a simple agreement and walked out the door, being greeted by Tim who looked down at him in utter shock and betrayal. “It’s very rude to listen in on someone’s private conversation, Drake.”

With that he left to his room while Tim bursted into his sister’s. He took in how bare it always was, the books that gave her room life were on the simple blue sheets of her bed, sorted into piles while a suitcase was filled open and looked ready to be filled up with whatever was still in the room. It barely showed that she had been living in this room for all those years before. Tim blamed college for the thing that left (Y/n)’s room so bare because college was the very thing taking her away. As she stood there packing he couldn’t help but feel the relief that she had surrounding her. It felt like a hot iron skillet being pressed into him, it hurt him that she was so happy to leave.

“(Y/n), you are making a-”

“Don’t,” she snapped at him. “Don’t go there Tim. You don’t get to stop me from living my life. You barely even know or care for me.”

“Look, I’m sorry that we missed your graduation. Something just came up?”

(Y/n) looked him dead in the eye, “Sounds more like a question to me. Tell me, did you just forget again? Brush me off as a nothing once more? Don’t lie, I know you did.”

The truth was he had forgotten, completely and utterly forgot about the graduation. He would blame how busy his schedule was and the lack of sleep he had in the past few days. However, Tim knew if he said that she would have more words to twist on him but he also knew his silence was giving her the only answer she needed.

“Thanks for answering,” (Y/n) muttered.

She packed the remander of her room and zipped up her suitcase. She triple checked that she had everything and grabbed her satchel that sat against her stuff. (Y/n) picked up her stuff and moved toward the door. Tim, quickly blocked her way to prevent her from leaving.

“You can’t leave!”

“I can and I will! Why do you suddenly care about me now? You never cared in the past! Is because you don’t want to loose your silent cheerleader? Is that it? Because if so you lost her a long time ago.”

Tim looked at her in shock before he was suddenly yanked back by a taller man, “Jason let me go! Can’t you see she’s trying to leave!”

“I’m not blind Tim. Bruce called me about it, it’s her choice. We treated her like shit, if she wants to leave than let her. It’s her choice.”

“Thanks Jay,” (Y/n) smiled slightly. With that she gave a simple wave and walked away and down toward the garage where her car was. She let her father keep it safe here at the manor when she was going to Metropolis Medical. Now she packed it with her things.

The smile on her lips had grown wide, she was finally leaving the manor for good. Looking back she knew she’d never regret leaving, she was taking Damian with her and that was all she needed. They were going to college together and living with each other but they were finally making their own paths that were away from her family. It was a route she had taken her whole life, and now she was going to prove that she was more than what her family thought. After all, someone said that if you love somebody, let them go,for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don’t, they never were. Perhaps her brothers knew that she’d never return, perhaps that’s why Damian was coming with her.

Because she would never return.

Climbing into her car she left the property and toward a hotel on the safer and nicer side of town. It felt good not have to go back and to leave without a goodbye, because the second part was as it always was.

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Okay so I’m not proud of this part but it wasn’t horrible. I wrote this after I woke up but I’m leaving it up. I might make a third and final part where it takes place about five or six years in the future. Let me know what you think!

#tim drake #damian wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #leaving #siblings #angst #batsis imagine #batsiblings #batfam x batsis #batfam #cassandra #steph #college #part two

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thehelleniclunarwitch · 5 years

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He’s Worth It (Jason Todd)

Jason Todd x Reader

Prompts: “You know you’re pretty comfy.” “You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.”

Requested by: @books-netflix-and-pizza

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Jason would never admit to it out loud to anybody else but his guilty pleasure was watching The Vampire Diaries. The two of you were halfway through the fourth season for the third time. Once you finished the series your boyfriend was eager to start the series all over again.

You sat with your legs propped up on the coffee table. Jason was sprawled out on the rest of the couch with his head in your lap. Your hands buried in his hair. Both of you had your eyes locked on the screen as you watched the action play out before you.

It didn’t take long for Jason to start dozing off. He had been patrolling more than usual this week ever since Joker and Riddler had decided to team up together to take over Gotham and takedown Bruce and the boys. Bruce had wanted the two of you to move into Wayne Mansion for the time being, but both of you had declined.

Jason still hadn’t forgiven his father. It took you a while to get him to even agree to see his siblings. Damian was the quickest to worm his way back into Jason’s heart. The two of them became inseparable. Which you didn’t mind. Not counting Jason, Damian was your favorite.

A light snore slipped from Jason you paused the show. You knew your boyfriend would get mad if you watched anything without him even though you’ve already seen the damn episode. Jason moaned as he snuggled in closer to you.

Sighing, you picked up your phone and started checking your social media. You replied to a few text messages. Currently, you and Dick had a game of scrabble going, you and Tim were in a heated discussion about Tik Tok vs Vine, and Damian was trying to out meme you with things you’ve already seen on Twitter.

“Y/n,” Jason said softly.

You looked down at him. “Hmm,”

“You know you’re pretty comfy,” Jason commented and you laughed.

You leaned down to press a kiss to the top of his head.

“You are very endearing when you are half-asleep,” You told him.

“No, it’s cuz I love you and you make me soft,” Jason admitted.

“I think it’s because you feel safe with me,” You replied.

Jason rolled onto his back, his head still in your lap, but now he could look up at you.

“Not only that, you make me feel more than just a sidekick. That I’m more than the Hood, and more than being that kid that Bruce Wayne took in,” Jason said.

“That’s easy. That’s because you are more than just a sidekick. You’ve proven that over and over again. And yeah, you are more than one of the orphans that Bruce Wayne adopted. You are your own person. You’ve made something for yourself without Bruce,” You said in agreement.

“I got you,” Jason softly said.

“You sure did. Helps I’m not a big fan of Bruce anyways,” You teased.

A soft smile cracked his lips.

“Thank you, Y/n,” Jason said.

“There’s no reason to thank me, Jay,” You said.

“I know, but I need you to know that I am thankful. That I appreciate you and that I love you,” Jason said.

Your heart melted. “Alright, you’re welcome, I appreciate you too and I love you more,”

Jason rolled back onto his side and your hands went back into his hair.

“Will you press play, please?” Jason asked.

“Of course,” You resumed the show and sat there in silence.

You knew all of those things that Jason had said. It was clear that he loved you. He showed you that. He showed you how much he appreciated you. The two of you were soulmates you knew that for sure. You had to take it one day at a time with him especially with everything that boy had gone through. But you didn’t care. You loved him and he was worth it. So worth it.

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ellana-ravenwood · 7 years

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“I’m not drunk, you are” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : Reader never drinks alcohol, so obviously, the day she decides to taste some champagne, she’s quickly...Rather drunk. Bruce and his sons are fortunately there to take care of her...and to film her embarrassing moments.

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You never drink alcohol. Never. You just don’t like the taste of most of the beverages. Champagne or wine, tequila or vodka, even just a light cider...No thank you.

When you go out with Bruce, you usually drink a soda or soft drink, even just water sometimes.

But tonight, at yet another charity ball, your mind was elsewhere.

You had done it again. It often happened, and you always regretted it. Always. But you just couldn’t help it. Sometimes, you just had to be a sarcastic little shit full of witty answers. It always got you in trouble, since your early days in school, to now, in an important and very public event.

This time, you had been a sarcastic little shit full of witty answers to the Mayor himself. The man already had a problem with your family ever since Bruce decided to support Harvey Dent to become the new mayor of Gotham, and was probably one of the most corrupted people in the World...so, needless to say that, when he left you company, clearly upset, you knew your actions would have repercussions, consequences, and it stressed the hell out of you. Why couldn’t you just control that damn mouth of yours ?

Bruce wrapped a reassuring arms around your waist, bend down to your ears and whispered into it :

-Relax (Y/N), no matter what, I’ll handle it. As Bruce Wayne or as...the other one.

You gave him a weak smile and shook your head.

-I’m so sorry Bruce...I really try to control myself, but when people like that man complain about not having a fourth plasma screen, or shit like that, while the city is drowning in poverty, I just can’t help myself. More than usual.

-I know. I don’t blame you. At all. I already told you dear, your big mouth is one of the thing I love the most in you. I always know that you’re honest with me, which is rare, and you don’t hesitate to tell me when I go too far or something...I really love your big mouth.

He paused as you squeezed his hand lovingly, and added in a very low whisper :

-I also like it when you use it for...other performances.

And with a wink, he made you blush like crazy. You hit him without much force in the ribs, and he chuckled, taking a sip of his little glass of bourbon.

You really appreciated his effort to make you feel better...but Mayor Hady was a dangerous man, and you couldn’t help but think that telling him that he was proof evolution could go in reverse was definitely not your best idea...Oh my god and you said so much worst. You made people around you laugh. He was humiliated...You started sweating a bit, and got stressed again, not being able to bear the thought that you might have put your family in danger.

Bruce was really not worried, he kept all of the mayor’s actions monitored, and discovered that Sebastian Hady wasn’t actually as dangerous as he loved to pretend. You didn’t know however, and in this moment, Bruce didn’t really think about reassuring you on that, because really, for him, all of this story wasn’t much of a big deal at all.

Your husband got called by a bunch of old men that he knew, and you had absolutely no intention of joining in in the conversion, so you went to your sons, and ranted a bit about your latest mistake. They all laughed, loving your antics...

And that’s the story of how you ended up with a glass of champagne in your hand. Jason said it’d loosen you up some, and you definitely needed to get rid of some stress...So you drunk.

Jay was right, the first glass did loosen you up.

The second one helped even more.

At the third one, Dick warned you not to drink more, as since you never drink alcohol, it could have quite an effect on you.

He didn’t see you drink the fourth and fifth glass, as you got separated to talk to different acquaintances.

When you felt Bruce’s arm go around your waist, you just slumped on him and he looked down on you, worried you might have fainted or something.

You were drinking your seventh glass.

You were also drunk as fuck.

-Are you Ok ?

Your husband ask in your ear, bending down to reach it as he was quite taller than you. Your looked at him with a serious expression, and said :

-No Bruce, I’m not OK.

-What is it dear ?

You squinted at him, and pointed a finger to his face.

-You damn well know it mister.

-Please, enlighten me...

-You didn’t tell me.

-...What didn’t I tell you ?

Silence. You look at him with the expression of a child that is annoyed, and you push him a bit away from you, gesturing around you (working really hard on keeping your balance).

-You didn’t tell me that it was a costume ball !

Bruce just stares at you as if you’re crazy, and quickly understand that you drank too much. He glares at Dick and Jason who are laughing in a corner while looking at you yelling, and they immediately stop.

-Do you think I didn’t tell you it was a costume ball because...it isn’t one ?

-Nonsense my beloved Bruce, look at those people, look what they’re wearing, it’s too...too...bourgeois to be their real clothes. It look more like a...masquerade kind of ball you know. I mean, look at her over there, she’s wearing something out of the Renaissance, for real. And look at that guy’s tuxedo, it looks like it’s made out of Gold...Wait, is it actually gold ?

Before you could walk up to the man to ask him what his clothes were made of, Bruce dragged you away with him to a nearby corridor, out of sight and out of ears. You kept commenting the “awful choice of wardrobe” of the people present, and some heard you and got totally offended. Though, they knew who you were. You had a reputation to be too brutally honest sometimes...

-What are you doing Bruce ? ...Are you ashamed of me because I’m not wearing an extra fancy dress that looks like it use to belong to Marie-Antoinette or some shit ?

He couldn’t help but chuckle, as your sons joined you. Damian looked worried, but when you winked at him he let out a sigh of relief and awkwardly winked back. You smiled, and let out a loud burp. Ew. So much for a cute mother/son moment...

-I’ll never be ashamed of you my love, but you are very drunk, I wouldn’t want you to embarrass yourself.

-Tuh, baby, I can embarrass myself sober...Besides, I’m not drunk. I never drink.

More chuckles from your sons. Tim took his phone out and started to record you making faces at the camera. He was so going to make an edit of that to show you later, and use as leverage when he’d want something and you’d say “no”.

-Ok, I know that in general you’re very self-aware of what you are, and all of that. But from what the kids have been telling me, you drunk about seven glasses of champagne, and since it’s the first time you actually drink...

-Bruce, babe, if I was drunk, I’d know right ? I’m not...Holly shit honey, I didn’t notice before but, you look dapper ! Every men in this room should take example on you, nothing can go wrong when you wear a tuxedo. Well, except for Oswald Cobblywhateverhislastnameis. That man looks like a...penguin or something, with a tuxedo on.

It was getting very hard for your boys and husband not to laugh, and when you started to breakdance to Beethoven, they totally lost it. People were starting to stare at the famous Waynes, all standing in the corridor, laughing their asses off while one of them was dancing to classical music...Minded, your dance move were on point. Especially since you wore high heels. Great balance.

Bruce stood in front of you, his large frame shielding you from people’s view.

-(Y/N), let’s go home, you’re drunk.

You stopped dancing, and turned to him with vivacity. You melted a bit when you saw his amused expression, it was so rare to see it on his face...But then, you remembered that he was totally wrong, and went to grab your handbag.

-If I was drunk, could I make paper cranes ? Look.

You took Bruce’s wallet out of your purse (how cute, you were keeping it for him), and got a hundred dollars bill out of it, quickly starting to work on your origami, sticking your tongue out as you were deeply focus.

Tim wasn’t missing any action with the camera of his phone, and your other sons, even Damian, were almost suffocating because they laughed so much. Bruce just stared at you making a paper crane, a bit confused. He turned around too see that everyone was now staring at all of you, and some were even getting their phones out. He decided it was time to go.

-Dick, go get the car please...Oh for god sake stop laughing like an idiot and get a move on ! We’re leaving, we gave them money, we won’t be missed. Come on, on we go.

Still laughing loudly, your sons took the corridor to slowly exit the building. You were still making your paper crane when you felt your feet leaving the floor.

-What are you doing Bruce ?

-Carrying you back to the car.

-But...Why ?

-Because you’re drunk.

-Look how flawless my origami is my sweet Bruce, do you think someone drunk could have done such a perfect paper sculpture ?

-You don’t know how to make origamis when you’re sober baby...

You shrugged your shoulder, rolling your eyes as you mouthed the word “nonsense”, and tried to get out of his arms. He let you get back on the floor, but as you took a step, two...you lost balance and fell back in his arms.

-Oh Bruce, the World is spinning...I think I might be a little sick, I feel somewhat dizzy and all...

He just smiled, and this time, when he took you up into his arms, you didn’t resist.

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You fell asleep in the car, and Bruce carried you in the mansion with his strong arms. As soon as they entered the place, your sons ran to Alfred to show him the videos Tim took, and to tell him everything...Needless to say, that night was filled with laughter and plans to embarrass you later on.

Bruce didn’t take part in the conversation, as he took you up to your shared bedroom. He laid you down on your bed, and took his clothes off, putting on some comfy sweat pants, leaving his chest bare, and moved back to you. With delicate hands, he took your dress off and...you kicked him in the face. He fell back as you sat up in the bed.

-How dare you, you filthy animal ! I’m not an easy woman ! You can’t just take me home and take advantage of me !

A bit stunned, Bruce stayed where he was, sitting on the floor, and just stared at you as you were ranting. You talked like this for quite some times, and your sentences were making less and less sense, when you finally stopped to look at Bruce, still on the floor, not really knowing what to do.

-...What are you doing down there hun ?

-You pushed me...

-No I didn’t.

-Yes, you did.

-I did ?

-Yup. I hurt my elbow.

He was trying to guilt trip your drunk self, and it worked.

-I’m so sorry honey, oh my god what woooops...

You tried to stand up to reach him, but you also fell, and ended up falling on him, your dress slipping down around your knees. Bruce caught you as best he could, and you both just laughed. How sweet it was to just laugh. Moments like this were so rare...And even though you were drunk, it was still enjoyable, and you’d remember it for a long time.

-Oh my love, what am I going to do with you ?

-Show me your amazing prowesses in bed ?

He laughed. He gave up any prospect of sex as soon as he saw you stumbling around the charity ball, as he knew that you’d probably get too drunk...But your passionate kiss ignited a fire in his lower stomach, and he responded fiercely.

Turned out though, he was right to not expect anything, as mid-kiss, your tongue stopped massaging his, and your hand stopped touching his body...You had fallen back into a deep slumber that you wouldn’t come out off until the next morning.

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The next day, pictures of your husband carrying you to the car with the headline : “Bruce Wayne is a perfect gentleman...even when his wife is embarrassingly drunk” were on every newspapers.

But you couldn’t care less as the biggest (and first) hungover you ever had was taking away all of your energy. It wasn’t all bad though, as the entire day, your boys and husband took amazing care of you.

When you finally started to get better, right before their night patrol, Bruce showed you his “amazing prowesses in bed”, and enjoyed a quiet moment cuddling with you before leaving. Whenever he thought he couldn’t love you more, something came up, like you getting totally drunk and being hilarious, and he realized that he could totally fall for you even more deeply.

You were too damn awesome. Even when “embarrassingly drunk”.

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