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[ID: a page from the Beltorchika’s Children manga of Amuro’s Jegan charging through space, similar mobile suits behind it. One panel is a closeup of Amuro in the cockpit, a determined expression on his face. Katakana sound effects are scattered on the page. End ID.]
OKAY SO LIKE idk if you take requests anymore but I need this done so bad and I love your writing so like imagine Jason Todd being adopted and raised by Catwoman and the reader by Batman as robin like a girl robin and basically Jason needs info or wtv and he defeats the reader in a battle or something and handcuffs her and like seduces her for it and reader's usually had super high morals and stuff but she's like simping over him and melts for him practically but idk something like tht like cat women and Batman but roles reversed but yea
Totally get if this is like weird too much though lmao
here’s a lil drabble while i make my way through other requests <3 thank you lovie!! also, jason’s name didn’t really come up, so i guess you can imagine it as whoever? i did write with jason in mind though!! ;; soz
role reversal !
“Come on, I know you can spit it out. The old man can’t be that important to you.”
It was hard to fight off the embarrassed blush as you jerked your wrists from behind your back, the cold bite of steel a painful reminder of the predicament you had found yourself in. The fight was long and drawn out, having left both of you breathless for a while before your captor had gotten the upper hand. It was times like this you really wished you had paid more attention to your father’s teachings about how to get out of precarious circumstances as this one.
How the hell were you supposed to dislocate your thumb and slip out of the handcuffs again?
Being Robin had given you quite the ego. It hadn't really occurred to you that getting captured was a possibility. Batman had shown you every trick in the book on how not to get caught.
Your opponent was as sly as a fox, though. He was quick on his feet, definitely hard to defeat. It was when you had the upper hand, or believed so, that the rug was quickly pulled out from under you, sharp smile and all.
Silence would be your best friend. There was no way in hell you were going to divulge any information that could be used against either yourself or your family — you’d sooner die than allow that to happen.
It was when he had made way to pluck the black mask shielding your eyes did you move, head jerking to the side while a noise of disapproval escaped your throat.
“Don’t touch me.”
He kneeled before you, lips curled into a smirk as a hand trailed from your knee to the middle of your thigh. Your suit was thin, meant more for agility than anything. It was nothing compared to the protective kevlar of the Batsuit. Stealth was your strong suit, and it turns out lingering touches from a man clad in a catsuit was your kryptonite.
“Don’t be like that. We can have fun! I promise I’ll make it worth your time,” he practically purred, voice smooth and intoxicating. “Just tell me what you know.”
Had your heart always beat this fast? Did he drug you? Maybe it was the lack of sleep finally catching up, the deprivation rearing its ugly head at the worst possible time.
“I thought I told you not to touch me,” you quipped back with a clenched jaw. Hands balled into fists and eyes narrowed, you were a sight for sore eyes. “How about you take these cuffs off and we go for a round two, hm?”
He had the audacity to giggle like it was the funniest thing in the world. The hand on your thigh began to inch upwards once more.
“Darling,” God, did that sound pretty rolling off the tip of his tongue, “any round two that we have will be somewhere with some nice booze and a bed, and maybe with soundproof walls depending on how loud I can get you.”
You were stronger than this, surely. Anything to protect Gotham and the people inhabiting it. You wouldn’t lose your nerve to a man with pretty words knelt before you.
“I can give you what you want, you know. Think of it like a trade; you give me the information I need, and I’ll have you screaming my name for all of Gotham to hear. Fair?”
As his touch began to grow more bold, warm hands slowly parting your thighs as he moved in between them, you knew you had to act fast. Resolve could only last so long, especially when coupled with a nighttime job known as being Robin — you were long overdue for something devious and a long nap.
Mustering up what little restraint remained, your foot raised to kick him back, momentarily leaving him a breathless heap of muscle and suave on the ground before you.
so i’ve been considering this a lot in the past few weeks, and figured i’d make an official post so you all know i’m alive and what not since i have been very much inactive as of recently.
i’m taking a break.
not forever! not because of anything in the fandom! this break is solely due to personal life reasons and the fact i just can’t be as active on here right now between my jobs and personal affairs. and it also won’t be long — i’m going to be off here probably through the end of november. if i have the time/mental capacity to come back before then, i absolutely will 🖤 but right now, tumblr isn’t something that fits easily within my days and also, writing for my fics hasn’t been something i can easily do not due to lack of inspiration but lack of time.
again, this is just due to my own personal life currently. nothing happened in the fandom that motivated this decision (i honestly don’t even know what’s happening on here currently solely because i haven’t had the time to scroll lol) and it’s very much not permanent, and will HOPEFULLY be very short. like i said, until the end of november. i’ll still be writing in my free time, and my hope is to be able to update fics once i’m back and worse better than ever! 🖤
It’s gross how the main problem people have with the upcoming Barbie film is age. Not Production, not if the cast is capable of portraying the characters, not who’s directing…just age.
Margot Robbie is 32, nowhere close to being old, but chronically online children who have been convinced that life ends after 25 are disgusted she’s playing Barbie because she “isn’t young enough”. This is heartbreaking, extremely toxic, & especially telling as any Barbie fan would tell you that Barbie Dolls are made in a lot of age demographics, and as of these recent years, body types. Also Barbie was literally created by an adult woman I’m….-
I would say you obviously young women need chill with your incredibly high expectations about this movie of a doll franchise meant for little girls, but what y’all need to do is stop pretending to go hard for women’s youth & beauty not depreciating after 25, only to admit you’d think Barbie would be “less ugly” if the actress was 19.
you are the main character in a self-fellating avant garde psychological horror film.
notes:
the film is about You. it can feature whatever scenes or tropes or moments you want, even drawing from other genres, but ultimately this is a self-important exploration of You. don’t forget that.
when i say self-fellating i mean that it is simultaneously highly indulgent and self important about that indulgence. this film will be about everything you want it to be and it will act like it’s the best shit ever. whether or not it actually is the best shit ever or a horrible flop is up to you.
no you can’t pick anything other than these options. art through adversity baby do your best
[ID: three panels from the Beltorchika’s Children manga of Quess, looking off into the distance, Hathaway looking forward with a shocked expression, and Cheimin looking up with a confused expression, a question mark beside her face. End ID.]
Idk if your still accepting the rare pair ship requests and i was wondering sniper x admin (: its neat and fun.
Hooooo boy I kinda went ham on this one. I really like this ship cause of the energy of it. @aprofessionalwithoutstandards and I started talking about these two cause he is of the same opinion as I am that Sniper and Admin have gotten married and divorced a bajillion times cause that’s part of their foreplay basically. BIIIIIIG divorced energy. They pick at each other but also have and will kill for one another. She calls him up to see her when he performs excellently in battle for a “bonus” and also calls him to her when he’s done poorly for his “review”. They have wild sex but never mention it because it would be unprofessional. Also no one’s business. To quote Mick cause she’s right; “girlboss and malewife etc etc as the kids say”. They hate each other they love each other. It’s a whole thing.
❝ After all it could only cost you your life and you got that for free. ❞
❝ When on your way out, be sure to say goodbye. Then lock the door tight. ❞
❝ Hey, I’m eating lunch in here! ❞
❝ All the information is there, except for the information that isn’t there. ❞
❝ Sorry. Want me to say a pun or something? ❞
❝ I don’t know why, but I can’t stop crying. Why is this happening? What does this mean? ❞
❝ Everyone’s waiting for you. Everyone’s waiting to throw rocks at you, spit on you, and make your life hell. Who’s “everyone”…? Everyone you love. ❞
❝ No problem here, no problem here, no problem here… just ignore it. ❞
❝ THE NUMBER YOU HAVE DIALED IS CURRENTLY OUT OF PORKCHOPS. ❞
❝ A story is a series of memories. Memories are remembered with other memories, and in turn become memories themselves. If you don’t take care to preserve your memories, you’ll forget them. ❞
❝ Well fine, you can just stay inside in your pajamas for the rest of your life. ❞
❝ I’ll never die, nor will I ever be beaten… ❞
❝ There are ants on your feet. Please don’t continue in that direction, as you might step on them. ❞
❝ I'll miss all of you, but I have to go back to being just a regular kid… Well, I gotta get going… ❞
❝ What does a smile look like again? ❞
❝ We can forget happy things. We can probably forget sad things too. People have the power to forget. ❞
❝ Do you think [PRONOUN] will be coming home soon? I'm so lonely. ❞
❝ You must be so exhausted... Come here. ❞
❝ I wish I could pound fate with this 2x4. ❞
❝ I melted away one warm winter day. But I'll always remain in your memory. ❞
❝ But I'm happy. You talked to me. You've acknowledged me, in other words. Oh, I'm so happy! ❞