#dark dick grayson x reader

[kiwisfics]

A/N: Don't read this if you don't like dark fics! Don't come at me if you don't like the content. Triggers are listed and the only non-"constructive" comments I'll take are about any triggers that need to be added. I said I was gonna post this like... three days ago but I kept going over it again so if I don't post it now I'm not gonna. JUST TAKE THIS! Let me know if I missed any uses of my SI's name when I was editing.

Context Needed: I normally keep the fics I write that are lore-heavy to myself, but since people said they wanted the dark fic… Reader is a rifter, which basically means that she’s capable of traveling dimensions, and is conditionally immortal. Reader goes by Black Robin and is implied to have a suit that shows a lot of skin and to have a flirty persona as a vigilante.

TWs under the cut because there's... a lot.

Light TWs: Self-loathing, reader diminishes her own worth, reader has past trauma with being left behind by people she cares about, Dick is giving reader the silent treatment at the beginning but it’s mostly pre-setting, canon-typical violence/blood mentions. “Good girl” gets used condescendingly.

Heavy TWs: Do NOT read this if you have any triggers related to rape/non-con. Nothing actually happens, but it heavily revolves around reader believing that it's going to. Seriously, don't read this if you don't like whumpy stuff, because you're not gonna like it. My love of whumper to caretaker shows through here. Lots of mentions of trafficking, reader is kidnapped by said traffickers, fear of rape/non-con, Dick is very mean. Like, seriously, he’s very OOC for the majority of this fic. Threats/implications of rape/non-con, inappropriate use of one of his escrima sticks (just in the mouth) reader has a spiral at the end where she’d convinced that Nightwing and Red Hood are going to rape her.

If it’s any consolation, this is technically hurt/comfort, so it isn’t all horrible. Just… most of it. Reader also forgives him far too fast in the end, but I can gladly share some more snippets of how this affects the reader character in the future. I’ve already got ideas for some short scenes that I’m gonna write.

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Nightwing was going to kill her.

He’d been explicitly clear: he didn’t want to see Black Robin out ever again. She’d nearly gotten herself killed, but she knew that wasn’t why he was so angry. He couldn’t have cared less about that, after all, she was a rifter and that meant that she was built to take pain and that death was a moot point. He was angry because she’d risked the mission, nearly let a trafficker that they’d all been hunting for weeks get away because she got too confident for her own good.

She’d snapped back at him when he told her that she wasn’t to wear the suit again, told him that he was just like Batman. That was the wrong thing to say.

He hadn’t talked to her since.

So, maybe she was trying to bait him a little by coming into Blüdhaven in her suit, maybe she was trying to get his attention back because she couldn’t stand being punished with the silent treatment. Maybe this was her fault.

Well, it was definitely her fault, but in her defense, she was thinking with her heart and not her head. She didn’t want to lose him, and in some twisted way, having him level her with lecturing and anger was still better than the radio silence.

She would have been fine. Nightwing would never actually hurt her. That wasn’t what went wrong.

Her suit didn’t have a panic button. It didn’t need one because she was forbidden from going out on her own even before she’d wrecked a mission and been benched. So, when she’d stolen a bike and made her way to Blüdhaven in costume while Bruce was off-world, Tim was with the Titans, Jason was off on a no contact mission, and Alfred was distracted with keeping Damian from abandoning his studies in favor of full-time vigilantism, no one knew where she was going.

She’d even been stupid enough to leave a note saying that she was heading home to visit family, and she wouldn’t be back for a while.

Alfred would have already found the note. Bruce wouldn’t start worrying for at least forty-eight hours with no word.

By then, it might be too late. Too late for her pride and her self-respect at least.

For now, she contented herself with growling and spitting at the traffickers, fighting the urge to be sick over the taste of her own blood soaking the rag in her mouth. She had no chance of picking the locks on the handcuffs, because she’d never gotten the hang of it while Bruce was teaching her, so she didn’t bother fiddling with them, instead preserving her energy.

If no one found her, she’d need her energy if she got the chance to run. They’d have to uncuff her from the chair if they wanted to-

She gulped, pushing down the thought.

Nightwing was going to kill her, but he was also the only chance she had of getting out of this without something worse than torture occurring.

She could see the leering. She could read the expressions. She promised herself that if she got out of this, then she was going to change the layout of her suit. She needed to cover more skin. She needed to flirt less with enemies too, apparently, because the men that had grabbed her had parroted some of her own lines back at her while they gagged her and dragged her back to this warehouse.

It was always warehouses. For once, she wanted to get dragged to a penthouse suite and get threatened and tortured by a classy villain.

Nightwing was going to kill her, but she couldn’t help the way that her chest lurched with relief and happiness upon seeing his form drop to the floor from one of the open skylights.

At once, all of the guns were on him, but, as suspected, he didn’t so much as flinch.

“Here to save your little friend? Awful bold to jump right in the middle of the warehouse full of men with guns, even for you, Nightwing.”

He tilted his head, the clench in his jaw speaking of rage.

She was sure she was saved, because even if he was mad at her and was going to give her a lecture that might have her in tears by the end of it, Nightwing wouldn’t hurt her. Dick wouldn’t hurt her.

“Save her? No. She’s just getting exactly what she asked for.”

Her stomach lurched this time, but it was with fear and a sickly cold feeling that crawled up her throat like it was being swarmed by ants.

Was she wrong? There was no way he would just leave her to her fate. He’d saved genuinely terrible people from situations that weren’t even as bad as the one that she’d found herself in, so there was no way he was going to leave her here, just because they’d had a fight.

Right?

The men’s guns all seemed to lower in the slightest bit, but they didn’t leave his form, “You expect us to believe you’re going to just leave her here? That you just dropped in for a friendly chat?”

“Oh, no. I don’t plan to leave her here. You just saved me the trouble of getting her pinned down is all.” He twirled one of his escrima in his hand, like it was a fidget toy instead of a dangerous weapon. “I appreciate you making my night easier, but I’m going to be taking her off of your hands now.”

So, he was saving her, right? He was contradicting himself, but she didn’t care what he said if he got her out of this.

“Thought you weren’t saving her,” the guns raised back to their full height, the leader scoffed, “you go play hero somewhere else for the night and maybe will give her back when she’s nice and broken in. Might not even charge you the full rate.”

She didn’t like having her suspicions confirmed about what they planned to do with her, but that was fine. She had guessed that, and it didn’t matter anymore, because Nightwing was here and that meant that these idiots were just delaying the inevitable rescue he’d come to pull off.

“Well, I guess you could consider it saving. After all, I might not be quite as into pain as some of your clients are, but you shouldn’t worry, I plan to make good use of her.”

What?

No, no, that wasn’t right. He was not actually implying that he was going to use her exactly how these men planned to. There was no way. He was Nightwing. He was-

They’d been flirting since they’d met, the kind of flirting that made everyone that didn’t know better think they were already an item. Even she knew that he was attracted to her, but… had she really pushed her luck this far? Had she really made him hate her so much that the only way he wanted to make a move on that attraction was like this?

She was having more and more trouble holding back on throwing up the meal she’d had before leaving Gotham.

“Yeah, right. You expect us to believe you want her as a toy?” The leader scoffed.

She wished she was that certain that he was lying about it.

Dick- Nightwing walked forward, still twirling his escrima as he approached her. The men parted for him despite keeping their weapons squarely aimed.

“Who could blame me?”

She could feel his eyes burning into hers even behind his mask. Her own mask was long gone, leaving him an unabated view of her frightened eyes. She was sure there was betrayal there too.

His escrima rested beneath her chin, and she forced her head back, trying to put distance between her skin and the weapon that she knew could easily shock her, “Look how pretty she is when she’s scared.”

She tried to muffle the whine that escaped her throat, but there was no way that he didn’t hear it.

What was going on? This was wrong. Was this- was someone wearing his face?

No, she couldn’t pin it on that, because no one knew about the way he’d yelled at her about never wearing the suit again, and there was no denying that was what he meant when he’d said she was getting what she asked for.

He really did hate her, then. She’d really, really messed up, and now he hated her, and for some reason the sting that knowledge made bite at her heart was worse than the fear at what he planned to do to her.

“And what kind of payment are we getting out of this? We could make hundreds at least by selling a vigilante, especially if we only rent her out. And this one can break over and over again, just to heal back up. She’d a goldmine of opportunities. Why would we just hand her over to you?”

Dick’s—no, no, she couldn’t think of him as anything other than Nightwing, because if she thought of him as Dick, then she was going to breakdown for sure; Dick didn’t hate her, Dick cuddled her during movie nights and carried her to bed when she fell asleep—Nightwing’s jaw ticked with irritation. Apparently, he hadn’t expected them to be so unwilling to give her up just because he wanted her to himself.

Was he waiting for this? Did he know what he was going to do as soon as he’d told her to never put the suit on again? Was he hoping that she would, just so he could use it to justify punishing her like this?

His empty hand trailed up her chest, just barely brushing her shirt, but it was enough to make a jolt go down her spine. He grabbed her jaw, the escrima stick brushing lightly against her cheekbone, “You’re going to let me take her without causing me any more trouble, because otherwise, I’ll be telling the Bat about your outposts in Gotham.”

Angry muttering began among the traffickers, but the leader remained silent, “That’s not much of a payment.” He hummed, like he was considering the offer, but anyone could tell that he already planned to ask for more, “Tell you what, you can take her out of here, no problem. I’m not interested in getting caught by a stray bullet in a firefight, and, honestly, keeping one of the Bat’s things seems like asking for trouble. She didn’t put up much of a fight, so you can walk out with her, after you give us a show.”

She gagged audibly on the rag in her mouth, tears finally escaping her eyes while she put renewed effort into forcing the rag out of her mouth. She wanted to beg and plead and cry. If he was going to do anything to her, at the very least she didn’t want an audience.

For his part, she could see his eyes widen just a fraction behind his mask, but the surprise quickly seemed to settle, and he flashed a smirk to the men that made her feel like she was about to start hyperventilating.

“Fine.”

No, no, no, no, no.

He pulled the gag from her mouth with the hand that had been against her chin, and she instantly opened her mouth to beg, but snapped it shut a millisecond later, her teeth clacking together almost painfully.

His escrima stick was resting against her lips, and his free hand was holding her jaw again, fingers squeezing against her cheeks in an attempt to make her open her mouth, but she wasn’t budging. She wasn’t stupid, and maybe cooperation would make things better in the long run, but she wasn’t letting him put his weapon in her mouth.

“Unless you want this to hurt a lot more later, you should cooperate right now. I’d hate to use this somewhere-“

Her mouth shot open before he could finish, fast enough that her jaw popped.

Okay, so she was letting him put his weapon in her mouth. She’d take the loss.

“Good girl.”

She hated that the praise stroked something in her, making her heart flutter even while he shoved the escrima stick past her lips and far enough into her mouth to hit her throat and make her gag.

Blood. Steel. An iron tang that made her brain go blank for long enough that she missed what he said next.

He didn’t appreciate that.

“Am I boring you?” He growled the words as his free hand tangled in her hair and pulled her head forward, making the escrima stick hit the back of her throat again with what was almost a bruising force. “I asked if you were going to behave, or if I was going to need to make you deepthroat this while it was on, but I guess I have my answer.”

Cold terror battered against her ribcage in place of her heart. All that was left in her chest was a black hole of absolute horror and fear that could hardly classify as a heart.

She didn’t realize that the sobbing in her ears was her own at first, too far into her own head and too tense while waiting for him to flick the switch to make this humiliation painful to know what was going on around her.

She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t breathe!

And suddenly everything around her stopped and went deathly silent before gunfire began and the yelling of the traffickers became frantic and chaotic. The only words she picked up were “it’s the Hood!” and what normally would have made her think she was saved only made her panic more, because if Nightwing—the one that had held her while she cried and always agreed to musicals just because he knew she loved them—was going to use her as a toy, than that meant that Red Hood would too. She was sure he hated her too. She’d thought the way they bantered was fun and games, but she’d also thought that Nightwing cared about her and clearly, she was wrong about that. Nightwing had probably called him here so he could take out the frustration he had with her on her.

And then they’d tell Batman that they’d found evidence that she’d been trafficked and then they’d keep her locked up somewhere and- and- and- and- she couldn’t-

“Breathe.” A familiar hand fanned across her cheek, fingers brushing away tears that were immediately replaced with more, “Breathe for me, bird. It’s alright. It’s okay.”

She couldn’t. She couldn’t catch her breath, but the escrima stick wasn’t between her teeth anymore, so she could beg now. She could plead and promise to behave and maybe if she asked nice enough and they believed her then they’d let her go after they were done with her instead of keeping her.

“Please, please, I’m- I’m sorry, I-I’ll never wear the suit again, I promise. I promise.  I’ll be good. I won’t fight, I’ll-“

“Hey, hey, stop.” He pressed his hand against her mouth, not hard enough to force her to be quiet or to muffle her voice if she did continue to beg, but she silenced herself instantly regardless. “You’re okay, bird. Just breathe. I’d never hurt you. Never. There wasn’t a way to warn you about what was going on without cluing them in. I’m so sorry, bird. I really am.”

He sounded like he was about to cry, and the way he was holding her face in his hands certainly didn’t give her the idea that he was going to hurt her or force her down to her knees so he could-

“I could think of a hundred better ways to have gone about that, ‘wing.” Hood’s voice made her flinch and sink farther down in the chair she was tied to. She didn’t even move her legs or arms when he’d gotten the cuffs undone.

“I needed to distract them so you could get the files and I’m still injured. I wouldn’t even be out tonight if you hadn’t told me that they’d gotten their hands on her. If I’d tried to fight them, then they would have taken me out before finding you, so I don’t want to hear it. Don’t act like I wanted to do or say any of that.”

That was… fair. It wasn’t fair to her, but she had gotten herself into this situation and- she would forgive everything if it meant that he wasn’t going to hurt her. Actually, she’d let him hurt her if it meant that he wasn’t going to use her.

“Dick?” She whined out his name like a kicked puppy, tilting her face against one of his hands in a placating gesture.

“Yeah, bird. I’m here. It’s me. That wasn’t real. None of it was real, and you’re safe now. No one is going to hurt you, especially not me.”

Another sob tore from her throat, and she threw herself forward, into his arms. She was trembling and sobbing harder than he’d ever heard, and she was almost positive it was harder than she ever had in her life. His form wrapped around her, tucking her against his chest as he pressed his face against the top of her head and placed comforting kisses.

Jason sat on the ground behind her, one of his hands running circles against her back in an effort to assist in calming her, and it worked.

After her sobbing began to slow, Dick spoke up hesitantly, “I thought you would know. I never meant- I thought you would know that it wasn’t real. I thought you knew I’d never hurt you.” His breaths shuddered, “I thought you knew that I love you.”

“But you- you were mad at me. You told me- told me I could never wear the suit again and- and then you didn’t talk to me all week and I thought- I thought you hated me. And- and I came here to get your attention because you were ignoring me, so- so I would have deserved-“

“Hey, no. Don’t even finish that sentence.” His hold on her tightened and his voice turned even more tense, edged with anger, “No one deserves to be taken advantage of and you know that.”

She sniffled, tucking her face tight against his neck, and breathing in the scent of his suit and sweat. “You said you love me.”

There was a long pause, and Jason took it as his cue to leave, ruffling [Name]’s hair as he stood and headed out of the warehouse. He landed a boot against the ribcage of the leader of the traffickers as he passed by.

“I’m going to alert Blüdhaven PD. Half of their guys are probably on this group’s payroll though, so I’d get out of here before they show up. They’re probably hoping whoever shut down this location sticks around so they can fill them with lead.”

“We’re headed out now.” Dick stood as he said it, taking [Name] with him as she wrapped her arms around his neck and clung onto him.

“You said you love me.”

“I did,” he finally confirmed, “but I don’t think now is the time to talk about-“

“I love you too. So much.”

He went quiet again, feet still carrying them away from the nightmare that she’d just gone through, “I don’t expect you to forgive me for that.”

She tightened her hold around him, burrowing against him as a sign that she wasn’t holding any grudges, but also in an attempt to hide from the could Blüdhaven night.

“I knew you were after them. I shouldn’t have stuck my nose in it. I just… I wanted you to talk to me again. Even if you were angry. I… I don’t handle the silent treatment well and… it felt like you were leaving me behind, just like everyone else always does. It felt like you had decided I wasn’t worth the trouble anymore.”

“Never. I’ll never leave you behind, okay? I know that me saying that isn’t going to make you stop thinking that I might, but I’ll prove it, alright? I’ll never leave you behind.” He brushed his lips against her neck, and she couldn’t fight the light laugh that escaped as the gentle touch tickled her skin.

“Okay. I, uh, just… one thing though.”

“Anything.”

“Please keep the escrima sticks away from me for a while?”

 She could feel him cringe, but he nodded, “Yeah. That’s fair.”

#x reader #dc x reader #dick grayson x reader #dark dick grayson x reader #whump #dc whump

[chikaras-garden]

Batboys as things that go bump in the night

So what if he’s not human?

Pairings: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne x fem!reader

Contains: Monsterfucking. Dubcon. Unprotected piv sex in Dick’s, Jason’s, and Damian’s. Blood in Bruce’s. Somnophilia and light breeding kink in Dick’s. Knotting in Jason’s. Oral sex (f!receiving) in Tim’s. Degradation in Damian’s.

Notes: 18+ or you’ll be blocked. Happy Halloweekend angels!

BRUCE WAYNE 🦇

A loner. A constant shadow over Gotham. A collector of all things macabre. And now, he has his sights set on you. You’re a pretty thing, dressed in all black at a late-autumn gala, and you can feel the intensity of his gaze on you even when your back is turned.

So it’s no surprise that, when you tempt fate by rounding a corner into a deserted hallway, you are not alone.

Stepping out of the shadows, Bruce’s hand clamps around one side of your throat, leaving just one side—the side of your pulse—exposed for his lips. He kisses you there far more than he kisses your lips, nibbling and suckling the soft flesh over your pulse. Your heart beats faster and faster as your knees go weak, but his arm tightens around you.

“I have you, darling,” he husks. His skin is cold against yours, but perhaps that’s because the all-consuming presence of a man like this makes your blood run hot.

His other hand comes up to cup your flushed cheek, thumb dragging along the shape of your face as if he’s trying to memorize you.

“So warm. Such soft skin,” he murmurs, bending his head low and kissing your neck. “Such a beautiful creature.”

Something twists in your stomach when he says that—creature. An instinct tells you to run, but you quickly realize that the look in his eyes has you completely enthralled. He’s watching you with purpose, always keeping your eyes locked as if looking away from you will break the spell he has you under.

“I have to taste you,” he whispers, voice raw with a strain whose source you cannot place. He inhales deeply and lets out a low, feral noise before you feel a twinned shock of pain that makes you gasp: blood rushes to your neck and spills from your broken skin onto his waiting tongue, which greedily laps at the sweet nectar he just stole.

DICK GRAYSON 🦇

You never remember what happened the morning after your nights with your blue-eyed visitor in black, but you can’t stop the way your body aches for the mysterious stranger. At first, you thought he was a dream, but even you know that your unconscious can’t conjure up something as beautiful as him.

He wakes you by laying on top of you, pushing his hot-as-Hell flesh against yours. You didn’t go to sleep naked, but you’re naked now; your clothes are gone, but you’re covered with him, his mouth latched onto one of your nipples, one of his hands painfully squeezing the other, and his red-tipped cock already bullying its way into your slick folds. 

It hurts, but the ache is so dizzying that you can’t bring yourself to care, especially when you’re aware that you won’t remember this by morning anyway. You feel as if you’re being burned alive and made new in just the way he wants you. And that feels good, doesn’t it? Why else would you have woken up with your pussy soaking wet? 

He picks his head up just enough to watch you watch him while his tongue traces the outer edge of your areola and flicks your nipple in slow strokes, teasing it into hardness with just the tip of his tongue. He’s kneeling between your legs, and his free hand slides down to gently stroke your belly—which is when you notice that his fingers, like his cock, are tipped with blood-red skin.

Then comes his dark murmur, “Let me fill you, pretty thing. Let me give you a little gift to help you remember me.”

Your breath catches and, once again, he latches on—teeth first, this time.

At the same time, he thrusts into you, cock heavy and fire-hot, searing your skin and all but tearing you open while you keen and grasp at him, fingernails scraping down his back. His warmth is inescapable as he thrusts into you with inhuman force.

And you swear that, when he comes, filling you with his infernal seed, you catch a glimpse of a ruby glimmer in his once-blue eyes.

JASON TODD 🦇

Honestly, you handled finding out that your boyfriend is a werewolf remarkably well. But because you’re a human, he has one rule: no knotting. That is, until an October full moon has him more feral than usual, trapped in a rut that he’s powerless to fight against.

Jason has you hiked up against his chest, barely balanced on his thick thighs with your panties shoved aside. One finger is pressed firmly against your clit, the claws that come with his half-transformed state lightly grazing your sensitive skin. He’s already buried inside of you, thrusting so shallowly that he may as well be humping your innermost walls.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, dropping his head onto your shoulder. His skin rages with heat while his muscles tremble, lips mouthing along any inch of your skin that he can reach. Head heavy on your shoulder, he rasps out broken sentences, each cut off by animalistic whimpers and whines. “God, fuck— I can’t— I shouldn’t— You’re—”

You have one hand tangled in his hair, thumbing the soft black-and-white fur that crawls up along his hybrid ears. His cock, impossibly thick already, stretches you even more open than you already were, and you throw your head back to let out a moan of mixed pleasure-pain.

“Fuck,” he whispers, because he feels it too. “Baby, I’m— It’s—”

“Let it,” you gasp, feeling lightheaded with the pain of Jason filling you so completely, cockhead swelling so full that he couldn’t pull out even if he wanted to. “Please, please, Jason, I need it.”

All that gets you is another guttural groan from him, a sound as close to a howl as he can make without being fully transformed. Still swelling, his cock is thick, heavy, hot—pulsing inside of you, begging to stay there, to fill you, to mark and mate with you. You can’t imagine what it must look like, but you know that the feeling is divine: this oneness, this wholeness, is something you’ve never felt before. It’s almost enough to dull how much your pussy aches.

“Jason,” you moan, tears filling your eyes.

“I know,” he soothes, trying to stay sturdy and stable for you even though his whole body is trembling. “Fuck, it— Baby, you feel so good. Such a good fucking girl, letting me mate with you. Gonna make you feel amazing, I promise.”

TIM DRAKE 🦇

“Stay still,” Tim teases, clawed fingers clamping down on your hip. “Or no rewards.”

Your back is pressed against the chilly, damp wall of the bat cave, and your clothes are shreds around your feet. You know this is all your fault, that you should have avoided the man who has only made his obsession with you painfully clear. As soon as the half-dragon spotted you—his treasure, his paramour, his little human love—he pounced. 

Half changed with pewter green scales climbing up his skin and pupils narrowed into reptilian slits, Tim wastes no time in turning your clothes into ribbons of fabric in effort to get to you.

And then he drops to his knees, burying his face in between your legs.

The forked tongue laves up and down the folds of your pussy, skirting along the outside of your sopping hole until you’re shuddering, clinging to him. His hand digs in harder, talons piercing the soft skin of your ass, scaly palm forcing your cunt against his mouth until you feel the sting of sharpened teeth against your mound.

Even though his teeth sting your pulsing flesh, even though his licks are too fast to be completely pleasurable, you feel yourself grow slick around his tongue. Your head falls back against the wall and you begin to pant, heart beating so fast that you start to feel faint, teetering on the edge of consciousness.

His forked tongue reaches impossibly deep within you. The fleshy muscle feels wrong but also so good, skin fading from soft pink to greenish-black, its texture rough and bumpy, stimulating you from more directions than you have ever felt at once. 

He licks all the way to your cervix—a thing no mere mortal man could ever do to you—greedily biting, sucking, and growling against your throbbing, abused pussy until finally you come with a pitiful, worn-out scream.

You feel his ice-cold lips pull into a smile as he breathes, “Good human. Now give me another—or three more. Maybe five.”

DAMIAN WAYNE 🦇

You go to the guardian of an ancient library for help but, poor you, the sphinx’s riddles prove too challenging for you. In accordance with the legends, you expect to be smited on the spot, or at least banished, but instead—the sphinx shifts to his human form and decides that you are his.

How lucky it is that Damian decides he likes you enough to keep you captive instead of simply killing you as punishment. How lucky it is that he is clever enough to find a use for your frail human form. How lucky it is that he doesn’t find mating with you as repulsive as he originally thought.

“At least work for it,” he drawls, stifling a yawn while he leans back on the emerald-green settee. His arms are spread, powerful shoulders and biceps making him look even bigger than he already is. No, he never touches you—that would be demeaning—but he does offer you the privilege of riding his cock until you make yourself come.

You close your eyes and drive your hips forward and down, trying to strike the spot inside you that only he can reach. No sooner than your eyes flutter closed, though, he snaps his fingers in front of you.

“Look at me, pet.” His head rests on the back of the chair, lips parted with every breath that makes his chest slowly rise and fall. His face looks warm and you wonder what it might feel like to kiss those plush lips—but you’re also coherent enough to realize that he’s measuring his breaths on purpose.

You’re getting to him. You think. You hope. Maybe if you please him, he’ll let you go. 

He shifts his hips up and you cry out, nearly losing your balance on his powerful thighs, but a warm hand suddenly cups your ass to drag you back into place. He leans forward, stomach flexing, and murmurs in your ear, “Can’t even do this without help, can you? Useless little human.”

#batman x reader #bruce wayne x reader #dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #tim drake x reader #damian wayne x reader #🌸— mine. #🌸— bruce wayne. #🌸— dick grayson. #🌸— jason todd. #🌸— tim drake. #🌸— damian wayne. #🌕— dark content.

[shallyouobeyme]

From the Outside

Part 1 (you're here) | Part 2 (Coming soon)

Platonic!Yandere Batfam x Neglected Batsib!reader (GN)

Summary: You were living your life as a stranger in the house you were supposed to call home, an outsider in a group of people who were supposed to be your family. So you do your best to keep yourself distracted from your situation and go on with your life. But just how long will you be able to keep on with that?

! Minors Do Not Interact !

Requested by @sol565

TW: Not much in this one, neglect (obviously), loss of relatives, car crash (mentioned), cancer (mentioned), swearing, coming up to Yandereness in the next chapters. I'll try to proofread and edit once I finish the whole thing.

Last night you dreamed of your family again. It was a pleasant dream, one that had you wishing to keep on dreaming even after you were woken up by your alarm. All of you were sitting at the dinner table, enjoying Alfred’s excellent cooking. The room was filled with happiness and joy, the kind of atmosphere that has you reminiscing about that day for ages. In your dream you felt so weightless, Damian was sitting opposite you as he listened to you talk about your day, an anecdote of you leading to laughter filling the room. Your mother ruffled your hair from where she was sitting beside you and as you smiled up to her you felt filled with love. Around the table, the Waynes were actively interested in the conversation and Bruce was asking you a question leading to a cheeky comment from your left side. You knew what was said, but you couldn’t understand the voice. Confused you looked to where your father should be sitting but only a distorted shadow figure looked back at you. 

It opened whatever would be most akin to a mouth and a blaring sound echoed out of it. Your eyes flew open as you slapped your bedside table to grab your phone. 7 A.M, time to get up. This dream had been haunting you for a few weeks now, the idyllic family dinner turning into an unpleasant reminder of your situation. At first, you had woken up in a cold sweat and slightly fearful from the end, but by now you had grown very accustomed to it. Just another part of your day to get through. 

You accepted to pay the mental price for the opportunity to see your mother again, if only during the nights. 

Another look at your phone to check the notifications and you got up and got dressed. Given the time you knew that you still had enough time to join your adopted siblings for breakfast, but even Alfred's amazing pancakes and french toast could to move you into the kitchen. Deciding to just nap something from your friends during lunch break at school, you grabbed your bag and jacket before quickly making your way through the manor. Like almost every morning you silently prayed that you wouldn’t come across anyone on your way to the front door. Eighty per cent of the time you were lucky, fifteen per cent you were just ignored and the other five per cent you found yourself stuck in painfully awkward small talk with the people who lived on the same floor as you. People who were supposed to be your closest friends and confidants. People who weren’t that. People who were more akin to strangers.

Today you were in luck as you managed to slip out of the giant house you hated to call home without having to talk to anyone. Getting onto your scooter, you made your way to the school, enjoying the air in your face through the helmet and the feeling of freedom that only came to you on rare occasions. 

The school was still fairly empty when you arrived - as was expected - so you had the honour of walking through the empty halls like you owned the place. A sentiment that some of your schoolmates even believed. You wanted to tell them that you had no need for your Guardians money, no interest in his family’s name or his family’s reputation. Bitter thoughts filled your mind, leaving a taste of anger, of disappointment, of anguish on your tongue. They weren’t helped by what you saw when you stopped in front of the trophy showcase. There were pictures of some of the best former student-athletes that had attended the school, and the most recognizable was a picture that was proudly displayed right on eyesight. It was at a sporting event that had happened some twenty to thirty years earlier, one that was still held bi-annually. The winners of different disciplines were smiling proudly into the camera, arms around each other. 

Taking the spotlight was a man that every proud Gothamite would recognize as a young Bruce Wayne on one side, a different boy who people tended to overlook based on his less noticeable features and the lack of fame he had, and in the middle of both of them stood Bruce’s former best friend. Your mother. Your late mother. 

She had been a beautiful, stunning, talented woman. Everyone who had ever known her told you that. You tried to take some solace in the fact that they told you how alike the two of you were, both in looks and in personality. It did nothing to quell the underlying pain though, the pain still boiling inside you, pain that over the years had turned into anger. You weren’t angry with your mother, of course, you knew that she had not chosen to fall sick, that she had not chosen to succumb to cancer. She had loved you with all her heart and only ever wanted you to be happy. This is why, when your grandparents died in a shooting shortly after her diagnosis, she put it in her will that after her passing you were to be taken care of by her lifelong friend Bruce Wayne. After all, he already had kids and he was rich, just like she and her parents had been - money and estates that now waited on you to turn 18 to take charge of - and he’d be surely able to give you the life and the love she always wanted you to have. 

Sadly, your mother had not known Bruce quite as well as she had believed she did. She had no idea that he spent his nights as the infamous Batman, or that the kids he adopted had been turned into fighting machines - sometimes even killers. She had no idea that he was not the amazing, loving and attentive father figure she had wanted you to have. Not even close. 

You suppose he had tried at one point. When you were a young child, grieving the loss of your entire family and everything that you had known, he had taken you in like one of his own and assured you that from then on he’d protect you. Back then you had believed him. After all, your mother had told you so many great things about him, why should she lie. And with elder brothers and sisters, a Butler who made sure you had your favourite foods whenever you felt sad and a man who tried his best to be the father you never had. They did lots of work to spend time with you and to pay attention to you which would ensure you wouldn’t notice their weird habits and absences. But of course that couldn’t work forever. After a few months, you found out about their best (and somehow at the same time worst) kept secret and as you walked through the Batcave by Bruce’s side everything changed. He didn’t directly offer to train you, but he did insinuate that it was an option, though you declined. You couldn’t see yourself hurting others. You wanted to help like your mom had helped, by volunteering, bettering the world peacefully. Bruce had assured you that that was a completely acceptable decision and that it wouldn’t change anything. But he had lied. Perhaps knowingly, perhaps not. Maybe some of both. 

Once you were aware of their second life, they didn’t put in the effort to pay enough attention to you to make you unaware of their secret. At first, they still spent time with you, but over time it seemed like you were blending into obscurity like a special bottle of champagne that was planned to be open on a special occasion only. Just that the bottle was usually remembered after the occasion had passed in annoyance. You weren’t. And as you phased out of their minds and into oblivion, you made peace with your place in the family. An outsider, a stranger inside their house, just waiting until the time had come for you to finally live your own life. 

Of course, you knew you could have it worse. You had enough money to fulfil every wish you had as long as it was material, always had something to wear, something to eat, and somewhere to sleep. The only thing you didn’t have was love. But especially in Gotham you knew that you got away rather luckily with that, so while you were deeply angry towards the people who had promised to treat you like family, to love you, you also tried to just get on with your life. 

It would have been easier if it wasn’t just so hard to look at your so-called siblings as if you didn’t resent them for the way they treated you, compared to one another. Somehow showing any interest in you or attempting to spend any time with you was a chore, but somehow Jason and Cass could have a little book club, Jason and Dick could go out for lunch at a cat-cafe, Steph, Cass and Tim could have Spa-days and all of them could have an occasional movie night together. It wasn’t explicitly stated that you weren’t welcome, but you had seen how they acted when you were with them compared to how they acted when you were hiding behind the door listening in. They seemed so much happier without you. As if your mere presence ruined the mood. So you started rejecting their invitations to join and it only took one of two attempts of them to stop asking completely. 

You might have been able to cope better with the obvious dismissal of your existence if it had been because you hadn’t been part of the family when they had forged their close bond, but somehow, even when Damian joined, acting like a complete asshole to everyone around him, they managed to include him and when he warmed up to them he joined their close group. 

So your newness surely could not have been that big of an issue right? Even Damian, completely new to the family and surely aggressive towards all of his pseudo siblings, seemed to know you were less than the others since he didn’t even bother to insult you, instead opting to ignore you. Completely. A glance spared, looking you up and down, and he had decided you were not worth it and his opinion seemingly still hadn’t changed. Sure by now you had talked with him a few times, but you could say the same about the fucking mayor of Gotham so you were sure that did not really count. 

Sometimes, you lay in your bed at night, wide awake, wondering just why you were worth so much less in their eyes. What you had done wrong. Two answers usually presented themselves before you. Either it was because you weren’t a vigilante, something that you might even have been willing to accept, or it was… you. Just you. And for some reason, that was the answer that seemed more plausible to you. Maybe you were just unpleasant to be around, not fitting enough for their family. Not interesting enough, not Wayne enough. 

And so you were cursed to live your life like a ghost in what is supposed to be your home. Going in and out every day, just waiting for the day to come when you could move into the penthouse your grandparents had bought you before they died, which would become your legal property in just a few years. You’d start anew. Maybe one day, after a long time and probably a lot of therapy, you’ll be able to start your own family. One that you’d promise not to fuck up like Bruce had. Until then though, you’d go on like always, spend as little time in that Manor as possible and try to distract yourself from your reality. 

You really did spend very little time at the manor. For one, no one in that house cared when you left or when you came back except maybe Alfred, but even he either knew that you could properly use the freedom or he was too busy to care. Probably a mix of both. And along with that, you had started a very active life outside of your family. You had a lot of friends, though you were not ready to call any of them close friends, always knowing about how many of them were after the publicity of your actual and current family name and the money and fame connected to it. But they were nice enough and they distracted you so you didn’t mind. Especially because you used said popularity to help the people in town. You managed to get a lot of your friends to volunteer alongside you in different homeless shelters, though a lot of them tended to post dozens of pictures which made you feel a bit icky about them trying to profit from helping others, but you knew you couldn’t complain because it did help the shelters. The shelters told you so themselves. 

Most of your ‘pocket money’ was donated and the rest of the time was spent doing different activities, be it arts, sports, parties or just wasting the day away. You did your best to cram as much into your day-to-day life as you could to keep you from thinking too much. To stop you from thinking too much about how messed up you were now, how you couldn’t even confide in any of your friends, how you didn’t even really manage to call them your friends, because you couldn’t allow yourself to let anyone close to you anymore, because you knew you weren’t worth it, because you knew you’d be disappointed and hurt again. 

These dark thoughts were kept inside, slowly eating at you like termites, while on the outside you kept on being the happy-go-lucky Gotham personality that people loved to follow. Though you didn’t post a lot on your own social media, your friends and people around you did, which the public loved for some reason. And so you kept up the act, because what else could you do? Let people know you’re hurting? So they could ridicule you for your rich people's problems? Or keep out of the public eye? And have to face the lonely darkness that was your life? No, you’d rather keep on pretending like you had been for years now. Even if it meant being a piece of entertainment for other people who could turn on you at any second. 

The day at school was mostly uneventful, only a short moment of passing by Damian ruined your mood as your classmates did their usual shtick of asking if that wasn’t your brother and you trying to shrug them off, after all, how do you explain that your brother treated you like air not worth breathing? So you changed the topic by announcing that you’d go help out at a local shelter after school and asked if anyone wanted to join. Some excused themselves but a few agreed, which led to a group of five of you coming into the shelter a few hours later after some mandatory selfies so keep your friends placated. There was a bit more traffic inside than usual - a few people definitely not in need of help - which was probably because one of your friends posted your plans on their socials. That was something that you had to begrudgingly accept. You couldn’t afford their anger, so you made a compromise with them that they could post stuff like that, but that they couldn’t post the exact location (which in your opinion was just common sense, but it seemed not a lot of people shared that).

Ignoring the people only there to see you or be near a Wayne, you focused on helping those who needed your help, though aware of the effect you could have on the shelter business, you helped out in the kitchen where people couldn’t see you. You didn’t mind, you liked cooking and you and the fellow kitchen staff had a sort of harmonized rhythm. It even helped you get lost in thoughts that didn’t make you wanna cry, so when you got interrupted in your flow, you almost jumped in shock. One of the organizers had tapped on your shoulder. 

“Y/N, there’s a man outside that wants to talk to you,” Marcus told you and nodded towards the door to the front.

“They still haven’t left? I’m really sorry Marc, if you think it’s better if I leave, then I will,” you sighed, annoyed by the turn of events. 

“No, it’s not a fan. At least I think, he’s- well, he claims to have something really important to talk to you about. He gave me this to show to you, said it’ll show you he’s serious,” Marcus shrugged and held a picture out to you. It was an old Polaroid of a young couple smiling into the camera. Your breath hitched. 

“Is he the guy in the picture?” you asked with a newly found seriousness.

“Yes, at least he looks like it. Is the woman-”

“Yeah, could we use the office? Only if you’re okay with it, of course.”

“Sure, no problem, go ahead, I’ll bring him to you in a minute.”

“Thank you,” you earnestly smiled at Marcus as you made your way to the door that led to the office. You were used to being nervous, but not quite as nervous as you were then. This could change a lot of things, everything if it was what you imagined it to be. You looked at the picture in your hand again before sitting down behind the desk and putting it down on the desk. There were steps behind the door coming closer, so you took a deep breath as you wiped your hands on your pant legs. The door opened and in came a man who looked just like the guy from the Polaroid. He seemed familiar, not just from that snapshot of the past, but something in his face rang a bell in your memories. You mustered him, trying to keep a stern exterior as you didn’t know if this was going to be what you thought it would be. 

Marcus gestured the man to sit down on the other side of the desk, before giving you an encouraging nod and closing the door as he left. 

“Hello,” you greeted the man, hands intertwined before you on the desk.

“Hello,” he responded alike and you could feel his curiosity burning through you. Had you misinterpreted this? Was this just another weird fan?

“This picture,” you looked at it again before sliding it towards him, “how do you know my mom?”

A/N: So, what do y'all think? Let me know in the comments or in my inbox ❤️ Also, I'd appreciate feedback on the title as well, not sure if I should change it or keep it.

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[deaddovedecadence]

What would platonic yandere Batfam do if reader got sick and fevered to the extent that they just didn’t understand what was going on? Would they use this to their advantage?

Oh fuck yes, they would. I’m going to tell you how each one of them would do it. This will be taking place in something I call the sunshine verse aka the mob au verse

Alfred: He’s so gentle. You don’t realize that you’re slipping in and out of reality, telling you the entire time that you’re safe, that you’re loved, that you belong here. You will not see him drug your food, but he might, if you don’t let yourself get better

Bruce: He tells you that he’s your father, you call him dad in a fever weak tone and he smiles, all predator. You do not see how makes the world small, you’re too sick for that.

Dick: Dick is the one that twists everything that makes it your fault, that tells you you’re supposed to trust them, that you’re supposed to let them care for you. He makes promises that you won’t remember whe you wake up he holds up anyways

Jason: Gets locked in his room because otherwise he’d try to kill most of his siblings. He remembers the way that dick used to be with him when he got sick and he is terrified of that happening to you. He can’t stop it and that’s the worst part

Cass: Really likes helping care for you while you’re sick because then she doesn’t have to force you to be calm. Almost wants you to stay sick so that she can take care of you more often

Tim: Got you sick in the first place. He noticed it starting to happen and just kept pushing you and pushing you until you broke because it’s more useful to gently break yo then force it

Duke: Duke keeps you on their lap, humming lullabies and just holding you through your sickness even when you want to run away and hide from the rest of the world. They are the person you trust and go to so this sickness really reinforces that for you

Damian: dunks you in the pits after you offer him a pitbull

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[samstersv]

EMBARRASSED; batfam x sis!reader, barry allen x reader

•the justice league walks in on the batsiblings arguing in the batcave and they watch bruce discipline his children while barry allen catches a glance at y/n wayne

•y/n is barry’s age, it goes damian, tim, y/n, jason, dick

“i didn’t go into your things y/n i promise!” dick yelled as you grabbed one of his escrima sticks, ready to hit your brother with it.

“dick, i always keep my room nice and clean and put together when i’m gone. nothing is out of place. i kept my papers here purposely for that reason, so i wouldn’t lose it!” your heels clicked against the floor as you walked towards dick. you were currently dressed in formal attire and a professional amount of makeup on your face.

minutes ago, you were very excited to be heading over to wayne enterprises in around 35 minutes time; you had a speech today and had prepared for this moment for weeks now. when you had finished getting ready, you walked over to a drawer in your dresser to pull out your pile of papers for the speech but it was gone. you knew alfred wouldn’t have taken your papers and automatically took damian out of the equation, not only was he your blood but he wouldn’t have done it either way, you hope at least. when you headed down to interrogate your brothers all you saw was dick with a smug look on his face, tim getting ready for patrol and damian looking at things on the bat-computer, jason was nowhere to be found so you automatically accused dick.

“look, maybe you left your papers at your actual apartment or maybe someone else took them! why don’t you ask damian or tim or jason?” he pointed fingers at his two younger siblings “damian has no reason to do this at all, jason is god knows where and tim— wait tim what if you took my papers..” you slowed down your sentence.

“i didn’t take your papers! why would i? i know this speech is important and honestly i didn’t even know where you hid them.” tim automatically defended himself. “maybe damian us just trying to be smug or something.”

“don’t go accusing me drake, i had nothing to do with this. i promise.” he turned to y/n for the last part of his sentence.

y/n sighed and turned back to dick “you’re the only one who could’ve done it!”

steps were heard from behind the group and you all slowly turned to see batman, superman, wonder woman, aquaman, cyborg and the flash walking towards you guys. the wayne siblings all looked at their father. “you all should’ve left by now.” bruce spoke, his voice strict but not angry. “what held you all up?”

“dick took my papers for my speech today!” you automatically accused your older brother. you were embarrassed but still upset.

dick tried to take a step toward “i didn’t take your papers y/n!” he spoke, you poined his escrima stick right at him and hit the taser so it would scare him (dick wasn’t too frightened). at this action, aquaman let out a quiet chuckle and wonder woman, superman and cyborg smiled. barry was currently mouth agape as he watched you in a trance.

“careful there barry, that’s bruce’s daughter.” diana smiled at the younger male. he straightened his posture but never took his eyes off you “she’s so pretty” he whispered.

“y/n put the escrima stick down.” bruce told his 25 year old daughter. she of course listened but still put up the middle finger to dick once it was placed on the table. “are you sure you didn’t leave it at your apartment?” bruce asked patiently.

y/n nodded and told bruce exactly where she left her papers the day they were done. bruce nodded and looked at damian and tim “tim go on patrol, damian, excuse us?” his two sons nodded and walked by y/n and dick. tim patted dick’s back as a sign of good luck and damian glanced at his older sister before the two left.

“i’m sorry for interrupting you all.” y/n pursed her lips as she looked behind bruce at the group of heroes. everyone shook their heads and smiled, to be honest they were all finding this slightly amusing. on the other hand, barry’s smile widened and he shook his head “it’s okay.” he said out loud, admiring the shorter girl.

y/n smiled at the boy before her and blushed as she directed her attention back to her dad. “uhm, i’ll reschedule the speech for tomorrow so you have time to find your papers or make up something else.” he compromised. y/n looked down at her feet and slowly nodded, clearly upset. dick bit his lip in sympathy for his sister but knew nothing could be done.

“it was nice seeing you all.” y/n smiled sadly at the justice league “dick and i are going to let you all get to your business though.” y/n looked over at barry “bye flash.” her beautiful smile made barry blush. he waved at y/n as a goodbye.

dick and y/n began to walk past the group when a whistle was heard from above. y/n looked up to see her other older brother, jason fucking todd, with her stapled group of papers in his hand, dangling from the top of the batcave.

y/n’s sad face automagically turned into anger as she looked up through her glasses at the real smug and cleaver look jason had on his face “oh i don’t care if you’re my brother, i’m about to murder you.” you cursed under your breath as you grabbed one of the grappling hooks and pointed it upwards to the wall so you could climb up.

this is when aquaman started snorting from how funny this was, and wonder woman was heard chuckling at the antics of the batsiblings. barry was too laughing at the pretty girl in front of him who seemed to have a not so secret badass side to her.

“i fear that won’t be necessary master y/n.” alfred called. he walked up behind jason. if you were near alfred in that moment, you’d be able to see the faint smile that dawned on his face in this moment. “master bruce, it may be fit to make master jason take his sister to wayne enterprises today as punishment for taking something important from her.

bruce now smiled and nodded “c’mon jason.” jason groaned and hopped down from the top to now be standing next to his sister. y/n took the papers from jason and slapped his head with her hand. “ow.” he winced.

“whyd you take my papers, asshole?” you asked your older brother. jason rolled his eyes “you trashed my apartment a few days ago.” he said like it was obvious.

“oh.” dick snorted from behind you two “that would’ve been me.” both you and jason glared at dick, you a little harder. he put his hands up in defense “i promise you i didn’t know he took your papers.”

you rolled your eyes at your two older brothers “i hate you both” you told them. then you turned to your dad and the justice league “bye dad, bye everyone.” you looked at everyone but kept your eyes on barry a little longer.

“i’m barry by the way.” he blabbed out. bruce turned towards barry with an angry father look. “oh i know.” you winked at him and dragged your two bothers out the batcave by their hands.

“oh my god.” barry whispered. clark swore he could see a little drool dripping out the speedsters mouth. “barry allen.” bruce sternly said, his batman voice was back. harry quickly straightened up and itched his nose nervously, but for the rest of the day he was thinking about y/n wayne.

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[s-sugustar]

Your heroes — 𝒟．𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 , 𝒥．𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐝

🎧﹒synopsis ﹒✢﹐— Should've left her in my care, this wouldn't have happened if you did. — 𝒟．𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧

🎧﹒pairings ﹒✢﹐— Yandere! Red Hood x blk!fem reader x Yandere! Nightwing

🎧﹒content warning ﹒✢﹐— dark content, drug usage, smut, dub-con, power play if you squint hard enough, impact play, spitting, choking, degradation

🎧﹒author's notes ﹒✢﹐— had this in my drafts for ages since i had been a bit skeptical about posting it but here it is.

🎧﹒wc ﹒✢﹐— 3.1k

“D’aww, look Jay. She’s drooling.” Grayson concedes, his hips pushing further and further into while his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing both sides from time to time. Jason struggled against the ropes as he watched Grayson mercilessly pound into you. The whining and tiredness in your voice had caught Grayson mid-way; stopping you from reaching your climax. “Is the baby tired?” he seethed, pulling you up by the neck to stop you from slumping over onto the bed.

Screeching in pain, the squinting of your eyes and the muffled sounds of your screams had been enough for Jason to wince. Everything was hurting and he knew that but there was nothing he could do. His limbs were like jello and his energy was gone; all because of some poison Grayson had thrown at him when he tried to stop Grayson from entering his apartment. 

“Babe, you know the rules. You go to work, and you come straight back home, y’hear me?” Jason muttered, giving you a light kiss on the lips before placing one on your forehead before putting the metal helmet on. You really wished he didn’t have to lead this type of life; you wanted him to settle down for a bit, so you begged. Every single time he bid you goodbye at 2 in the morning, you always had something to say about staying home with you.

Regardless of how you put it each time, his answer had been the same regardless. “Gotta provide for you and f’me baby. Gotham needs to be at peace once in a while.” The end part being a joke to cheer you up or in hopes of making you laugh but that never happened. Staying quiet seemed like the best option every single time after the very first time you brought it up. 

To say it in the easiest way is best. Jason is paranoid; a bit too in over his head but his paranoia comes from years of battling against Batman and the fear of the Joker finding him once again and stripping him of everything, only this time, he feared it would be you with the aches of being hit with a crowbar.

After his resurrection, Jason bulked to say the least. His confidence hadn’t been there but he was stronger than before and he knew for a certainty that he would have a better chance at protecting you than before. Hiding away in the most grimy places in Gotham was his best alternative at this point. 

After becoming Red Hood, many of the districts fell under him as he ranked up. Unfortunately, he had a run-in with the one and only Batman, and to say that it ended in the most gruesome way possible was an understatement. Oh, no one was injured gravely, but the feelings that had been pent up for years had come all undone. 

“Jason, I’m sorry.” It took three words for the young boy to fall to his knees in tears. After all that he had been through, he still cherished the man that left him to die. Oh what a pity. But alas, had it only been the Bruce and Grayson that had been in mourning? Dear God no. Had anyone think to check on Y/n, who had been Jason’s best friend? Grayson sure did. He had to be the one to keep her going after she heard the news.

The pain, the torment, the nightmares day in and out. It was a lot for Y/n to keep on going but Grayson made it better. During that time of need, Grayson stayed by your side through everything. He was your shoulder to cry on, the one who made you laugh till your stomach aches. He was your everything and all in one when Jason couldn’t have been. 

“You know I’ll never leave you right?”  Grayson questioned, he peered down at you with a sullen look in his eyes, his fingers grazing the sides of your face.You fell asleep not too long ago, your head perched on a pillow with your head resting against Grayson’s arm. He knew that you wouldn’t have answered him, you had an extremely long day and with today being the 2 year anniversary of Jason’s death casting your light down even further than it was.

Bruce hadn’t been around you much, guilt filled his heart whenever he saw you so he chose to stay away. Grayson on the other hand, he knew that you lost the one who truly understood you, who had been there through thick and thin. Although Jason meant everything to you, Grayson held a piece of your heart as a dear beloved friend. 

To say that Grayson hadn’t felt a little bad that he was a bit glad that Jason had been gone was quite the understatement. He felt some sort of joy to see the way your eyes watered and your lips quivering before you had a full-blown breakdown. The heaving and small sniffles that came from you whilst Grayson soothed you made his heart do flips.

Now, Grayson was a sadist in any form or fashion but the way you looked, so vulnerable, so heartbroken, God did it do some things to him. Maybe it won't be a breakdown next time, maybe you'll be under him squirming and squealing as thrusts his dick into you. His plan was in place, all he needed was to wait for the right moment.

Silence filled the room as you looked straight ahead of you, shock written all over your face. You couldn't move, you dearly wish you could've in this moment but how could you when the one you thought was dead stood boldly in front of you, a metal bodice surrounding his form and a metal mask in hand. "Jason?" was the only thing that fell from your lips as you drank in the boy or well man that stood before you.

Red had always been his favorite color from young; you never forgot. His eyes seemed distant; his stance wasn't as before. Rigid and hollow, many walls built for the sake of his sanity and maybe yours but in this moment, all of that crumbled when he spoke. "I came back. I came back. . . . .for you." All the love that had been shared between the two of you came rushing in like a tidal wave, breaking whatever strong force that tried to pull it back.

Grayson laid on the floor, bruised and bleeding; his mouth pooling with the taste of metal and the sight of red on the pavement. He cursed heavily before pulling himself up, his head against the nearest wall as he held his abdomen in pain. "That stupid red mask." He found his way home, easing through the open window, maybe a bounce in his step to see you.

A burning sensation rang through his jaw but that didn't stop him from calling out to you. Yet, he was met with silence. Odd. Usually you would have your arms wrapped around his torso, completely unaware of the wounds he had until a wince fell from his lips making you completely aware of his wounds before apologizing. "Hey munchkin, this isn't the time to play hide and seek with me. I'm hurt and I need your company right now."

Yet no response, again. Maybe you were asleep. With his head, he peeked into the room, quietly surveying it before slipping in ever so quietly. "Baby, stop heading from m-." "She's not hiding from you, she's gone." Nightwing sneered, wincing as he turned to face the one with a metal helmet coated in red with white lenses stared back at his broken body.

His hand balled into a fist before speaking, blood pooling in his mouth. "Where did you take her? Where the hell did you take her Red Hood?" A deep rumble emitted from his throat, his eyes squinting as he stalked towards the bigger man. Yet he didn't make it far as the barrel of a gun found refuge between his eyes, the metal was cold and hard since Red Hood pressed it harder against the skull of Nightwing.

"You come after her, I put a bullet in between your eyes, Grayson." The name fell from Jason's lips with much hatred and malice but with the built in modulator it was hard for Nightwing to understand the emotions behind what he had said. With a pregnant pause, Red Hood gave Nightwing one last look before going out through the window. Nightwing grunted in anger and in pain but stood in his place for a couple of minutes. He'll get you back, one way or another.

"Sugar, you know I love you too much but I can't let you out. I'm sorry." Jason reasoned, it had been almost a year since he scooped you up from Grayson and you loved every bit of it but you felt caged. You couldn't leave the apartment, orders of Jason Todd. Sure, he had his reasons, but you wanted out. No, you needed to get out.

Seeing the same four walls day in and day out started to make you lose your mind and you couldn't afford to do that right now: not to Jason anyways. He had been through too much for you to act out and start whining over not being able to leave the house. Maybe it was for the best. Just like what Grayson used to say.

Grayson, Richard Grayson or well Dick as he wished you to call him. Boy was he some character. His worrisome state and his constant clinginess had been enough for you. You knew he meant well but sometimes you felt if there had been some sort of kick he was getting out of this.

You knew he meant well but sometimes you could feel something more sinister and darker, something he wasn't saying or well doing. Shaking your head from such perilous thoughts, you switched through channels trying to find some that would catch your attention.

A few hours later, you fell into sleepy state, your eyes shutting but blinking back to life to stay focused on the movie that had been playing. What did seem to catch your attention was the loud thunk that echoed from a room in the corridor. You sat up looking towards the hallway patiently waiting for Jason to appear.

Glancing over at the digital clock that showed 2:14 a.m. in bright red colors, it was around this time that Jason would normally get home but seeing that he didn't appear yet, you went to investigate. You peered into the training room, calling out to him. but you saw nothing, the only other room there had been the one both you and Jason slept in, so you headed there. You pushed open the door, a curious look upon your face when you saw that he hadn't been in there either, maybe something fell.

Now, you weren't one to be paranoid, but you felt goosebumps rise against your skin and the hairs on the back of your neck rising. You were being watched. At times like this, you wish Jason had trained you in some sort of hand-to-hand combat, something you could fight with, but he left you helpless, like a doll without blemishes, perched in a high place just to look pretty and keep up appearances. So caught up in the pretenses of the happy life you lived and the one you longed for, you weren't able to sense the light steps that followed behind you so in esseence, you were an easy target.

Yelping in pain, you grabbed the side of your head from the place where you had been hit and at the same time, you turned to see the culprit, but instead of meeting a face, your eyes met the hard plywood within the apartment; splotches of black covering your sight. Soon enough, you were out cold and left in the hands of the culprit.

A sheer gasp fell from your lips as some strong force from behind. Wrapping their dominant hand around your waist and one hand gripped against your mouth. You tried to scream and hit them at the same time but all failed when the perpetrator tightened their grip on your waist and squeezed the flesh of your jaw, nails and the fabric on their hands digging into your skin.

"C'mon sweetheart, don't be like that to poor little Grayson." Your eyes widen in fear when a voice you could never forget sounded from behind you, but you weren't so shaken by the fact that Grayson had been pounding you whilst you slept but the fact that Jason had been tied to a chair, eyes wide open and staring right at you.

Brusies of all shapes and colors decorated his skin, more so the black eye that was starting to form. It was only then that you realized he had been gagged with some sort of sheer material from what you could see.

Then you saw the watery look in his eyes, was it because of the bruises, maybe so. That had been your first guess since it couldn't possibly be that he was crying, was he? With the little energy you had left, you twisted and turned your arm to loosen the grip that had been around it before you snatched it away, reaching towards Jason with a soft wail leaving your lips as you tried to reach him.

Alas, but Grayson had been attentive. Although caught up in filling you up with his cum and making sure Jason knew you were his, he pulled back your wrist, a tighter grip than before, wrenching it back in the same position, not caring if he had hurt you in the moment.

"You pull away from me again and I will break both your arms, understand?" Fear enveloped your entire body, but you still nodded, not wanting to anger the man any further. Maybe it had been your body that made you fall into the deep end. Panting at the surge of pleasure that flew through you as Grayson thrusted against your hips; the slick fabric rubbing against your skin every time he moved. The grip on your hips maybe have been tight but it felt good, really good. You weren't the only one who felt good in this moment though, the sane yet needy body that had been ravishing you from behind felt the shift in your stance.

Your arch deepened and your moans and whines felt more eased than strained; you were finally started to like it and that made Grayson excited. Yet on the other hand, Jason was furious; fingers deeply caved into his palms, he wouldn't be surprised if they were bleeding and his teeth clashed to the point where his jaw started to hurt. He shook against the restraints, pulling and twisting to find some sort of release.

His teeth snapping into one of your soiled panties, which he only learned that it was when Grayson had pointed it out when you were still passed out. The sweat shined in the moon light, beads of it dripping from his eyebrow. He felt hot and squeamish, he needed to get out of these restraints. Groaning at the rope that restricted his wrists, the roughness from it, bruising his wrists. The discomfort from the tactical pants he wore; not only from the ropes that sat around his ankles but also from inside of them.

The pushing against the fabric, a bit too tight for his liking. God, he felt disgusted with himself, but the sight of you was so appealing, he needed more; needed to feel you, feel inside you. The deep hollowness within his stomach stated enough, it was detrimental but addicting.

He hated the way Grayson corrupted you, pushing you into unknown waters, hazy of all things around you. He wanted to keep you safe, away from the dangers of this world, safe and wrapped in his arms. He was pulled from his thoughts when Grayson started to mumble, murmuring words into your ear. Jason didn't even realize that you were awake; eyes wide and staring right at him.

Was it shock or fear? Normally, with his enhanced hearing, he would have been able to hear every word that Grayson whispered to you and maybe he would've been able to break out from the ropes if his advanced strength and agility was still there but whatever Grayson had in that syringe caused his energy to deplete and his limbs to feel gummy.

Back to present moment where Grayson had your back arched and head pushed down in the mattress, Jason watched as you wiggle and squirm but every time that you did, you received a harsh slap to your thigh, causing you to whine in protest. Grayson had pulled out from his daze and looked towards Jason with a large smile, canines pointed and sharp, ready to strike and pierce.

He saw the mischievous glint in his eyes; that meant he was up to absolutely no good. "God Y/n, your blood smells divine. I don't understand why Jason hasn't sunken his teeth into you yet." As Grayson spoke, Jason's eyes widen in fear, head shaking vigorously, trying to signal to Grayson not to do it but by the smile etched on his face, he knew his attempts were futile.

Your screams were muffled by Grayson's hand as he sunk his teeth into your exposed neck, gripping your neck as he pulled it further to the side for more access. The man in restraints screamed, begged Grayson to stop but his screams were muffled by the now soaking wet fabric that invaded his mouth. His chest rising and falling at a rapid pace, eyes blown wide and bright in red as he heard your screams dying down and head lolling to the side, indicating that you had passed out from too much of your blood being taken.

"Oh no, poor baby all tuckered out." Grayson taunted, dropping your limp body back onto the bed as he pulled out of you; not caring enough to clean you up or wrap you in a soft cotton cloth. The older man got up from the bed, grabbing his escrima sticks before walking over to the chair that Jason had been tied to. With a pat on the shoulder, Grayson left Jason tied to the chair with nothing else but to stare at your unconscious body in the moonlight.

Tears cascading down his face not just from sadness of not being able to protect but from anger that the one person he trusted defiled the one person that kept him going. Once Jason was out of the ropes, he'd clean you and keep you warm but after his eyes were dead set on Richard 'Dick' Grayson and destroying everything he stood for. This meant war.

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𝓈𝓁𝓊𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓎 ⎹ 𝓓.𝓖. & 𝓙.𝓣.

fandom dc / neon moon au masterlist / @dollsdc-library

featuring vampire!jason todd x human!reader ( f! ) x vampire!dick grayson

rating none of my work is meant to be viewed by minors (anyone under the age of eighteen), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog.

content warning this is a dark fic, do not read if nonconsensual content triggers you! blood kink ( there’s so much blood lol ), fear kink, choking, nonconsensual feeding ( at first ), dacryphilia, glamoring/mind control kink, dubcon smut, fingering, threesome, spit kink, dp ( vaginal + anal ), overstimulation, ahegao, creampie, and cum marking

summary who knew a knock on your door could turn your life so upside down?

word count 6k / one shot

attention do not repost or translate, even with ‘credit’. just don’t do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed.

thanks so much @sinisterlysiv for the commission! ❤️

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the banging on your front door startles you awake.

with a strangled yelp, you sit up straight, and stare through your open bedroom door into the darkness of the hallway. listening. another furious beating of fists against your door. at first, you thought it might be the cops, the pattern similar for a moment, before you realize it’s a pair of fists— two at once, pounding against the barrier; a desperate plea.

growing up in Gotham should’ve made you more suspicious of middle of the night visitors so desperate for you to open the door that they’re trying to batter it down, but you couldn’t help but wonder: what if it was someone who needed help? what if someone innocent was on the other side of that door, being chased by one of the city’s many threats and you didn’t answer it? could you live with the guilt if you opened the door tomorrow morning to find a body on the step?

you frown, concerned, and pull yourself out of bed. the pounding was ceaseless as you escape the dim bedroom in a flurry, your sleepy apparel, an oversized Gotham Academy tee, belonged to an ex boyfriend from high school, but it had always fit you like a dress, and fluttered about your thighs as you hurry through the hall. only when you’ve flicked the switch at the end of the hall, the small living room flooding with light, that you hear the voice on the other side of the door. calling your name.

“I—I need your help, please… Open up…”

“Jason?” you whispered under your breath, practically ripping the chain lock. it swings wildly against the door as you flip the deadlock and wrench the door open. “Jason—“ your heart practically stops at the sight before you. bloodied fist prints painted the other side of the door, and your friend was covered in it. you could smell it before anything else, thick and metallic in the air, and you nearly want to gag, but you haven’t the time to react before Jason is collapsing— crumbling towards the floor like a house of cards in a thunderstorm. “Jay!” you cry out, scrambling to catch him, wrapping both arms around his midsection. “Jay? What happened? Are you okay?” you demanded, trying to pull him into the apartment. you can feel just how soaked with blood he is; his dark shirt saturated; it’s in his hair, drying on his face, and he’s leaving bloody boot prints on the floor as his legs go slack and his feet drag against it. he’s so heavy, much heavier than he looks. you’re unable to haul him in by yourself, and you huff, “Jay, can you walk? Can you come inside? Help me, please! You’re too… too heavy…”

somehow, he finds the strength, his sticky hands finding your shoulders and his boots pushing into the floor to assist in propelling him into the room. with a yelp, you stumble back. you’ve no choice but to slide to the floor when his muscles give out again, trying to soften his fall by guiding him towards the couch, his back hits the edge and he lets out a weak grunt.

“Oh, my God.” you exhale, sitting back on your knees. simply getting him inside had you panting, but now that you were sitting in front of him in the light, you could see why. he was hardly sitting up, his head lolling against the side of the couch, eyes rolling back in his skull with his bloody lips parted, jaw slack. “Hey, hey, Jay,” you mumble, grabbing his face with both palms. you could feel the blood like drying glue sticking to your hands, but you tried to ignore the queasy feeling in your stomach and shake him back to consciousness, “wake up. Come on, look at me, open your eyes and look at me!” he groans, lids flittering, and you can tell he’s trying. finally, his clear eyes try to focus on you, but they seem different than the last time you’d seen them. or maybe you were simply remembering them wrong; you hadn’t seen Jason in five years, perhaps you’d simply forgotten that they were so translucent that they seemed to glow… then again, when have you ever seen anyone’s eyes glowing like this? “Talk to me,” you plead, pushing his damp, dark tendrils back from his face, “how can I help?”

“Thirsty.” he croaked, and you thought maybe he was looking past you, over your shoulder towards the kitchen. “I’m thirsty.”

“Where are you hurt, what happ—“

“Thirsty!” Jason barked, effectively starting your heart like a furious engine. he’d never yelled at you before. one, blood slicked hand reaches for you.

you nod, taking it and carefully setting it down. “Okay, okay. I’ll be right back. Just… try not to move too much, okay?” you get to your feet, hurrying towards the kitchen, and you don’t notice the way his fist clenches at his side. grabbing a glass from the cupboard, you hurry to the faucet and fill it, trying not to watch the water ripple from your shaking hand. the blood smeared against the glass as you gripped it, so instead, you avert your gaze back towards the living room. you can only see his legs, splayed out. please be okay, you prayed silently, please be okay.

finally, when the water reaches the brim of the glass, you turn it off and spin on your heels, about to sprint from the kitchen when you catch your reflection in the refrigerator. the silver heavily distorts your countenance, but you can still see the crimson blurs, massive and ugly splotches of blood from your shoulders to your bare knees. you pause, staring into the reflection in horror, but looking down at yourself. it wasn’t any less shocking than in the reflection, seeing your night shirt streaked in what you suspected to be your friend’s blood. but you couldn’t linger there, you couldn’t fall apart because he still needed your help.

“Okay, here we go.” you whisper, hoping to soothe him as you kneel by his side again, one hand coming up to cradle the nape of his neck and urge him to sit up as you bring the glass to his lips. “Drink. It’s okay.” you feel a soft tickle of relief brought about when you watch him take in water, lips smearing ruby over the rim of the glass. he took a large gulp into his mouth, and you wanted to exhale. that was, until he choked on it. “Easy!” you pull him up straighter, concerned.

but Jason was gagging, sputtering and spitting water all over the floor as he floundered. with a powerful swat, he knocks the glass from your hand and it explodes when it makes contact with the floor, shattering by your knees. you jump, recoiling from him as he pulls himself to his knees and doubles over. both palms smack against the wooden panels of the floor as he coughs water up on to it. you stare in horror, unsure of how to help.

“J— Jay…” you mutter, watching him close, and inch closer, “where are you hurt? Can you show me?” he doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t pull away when you peel his soaking shirt upwards, examining his back for any injuries. with your fingertips, you prod carefully at his skin. it’s freezing, so cold that you’re in shock that he’s even still alive, but you can’t seem to find a single break in his skin, not a single bullet wound or gash from a blade. your hand careens his waist, feeling on his stomach until your fingertips brush a patch of rough flesh, and he flinches. one of his fists flees to grasp your wrist as he falls back on to his butt and inches backwards.

“No.” he grimaces, shaking his head, but his grip tightens around your wrist, so you scoot closer, wincing.

“I need to see,” you reply, looking up at him, “I need to know how bad it is.” but it’s almost as if Jason is looking through you, as if his vision is unfocused, his eyeline streamlined to your neck instead of your countenance. his hand is vice tight and squeezing so hard you fear your wrist might snap, and he’s drawing you closer, just staring. “Jason…” you gulp back a whimper, eyes widening, “that hurts…”

and then, strangely enough, it’s as if he snaps out of a trance. his fingers uncurl from around your wrist and he lays back, averting his eyes. you take a moment to rub the soreness out of your wrist with your other hand before you look back at him, seemingly docile for now, and you swallow around the lump in your throat, leaning closer. this time, both of your hands reach out for him, holding on to the hem of his shirt and gently push it upwards over his abdomen. what you see there sends your mind reeling.

a hideous Y incision from his abdomen up to the start of his neck.

an autopsy scar.

only, somethings wrong. the wound has already healed; the pale scar tissue is much too rough to be fresh, even. so, this scar had to be a few years old, at least. you stare, equal parts perplexed and horrified, sitting back on your buttocks with one, blood stained hand clasping over your mouth. you feel like crying, or screaming, or vomiting. maybe all three.

just, what the hell had happened to Jason since you’d last seen him?

“Of all the places for you to hide, you picked the most obvious.” a familiar voice breaks through your thoughts, pulling you back to the gruesome reality before you, and your head snaps up to see the figure leaned against the door jamb. “You really are desperate, aren’t you, J?” you didn’t have time to try and decipher what he meant. you didn’t care to.

“Dick?” you ask, hopefulness returning. Jason’s adoptive older brother had his arms crossed over his broad chest, but his pitiful gaze was almost a mockery of sympathy. “W— what’s wrong with him?” you asked, looking back to Jason, who was groaning as he lays back against the floor.

Dick quirks a brow, watching Jason writhe. “He’s dying.” he replied, jarringly flippant.

“What?” you snap, voice breaking over the realization that he must be right. Jason was freezing, he couldn’t keep anything down, and he could hardly hold the weight of his own body up. “No…” you sit up on your knees, reaching out to pet his icy forehead, but he turns away from you with an incoherent moan. you look back to Dick, biting down on your lip, “there’s nothing we can do?”

“Well, there is something.” Dick purrs, shifting his weight as he stands up straighter, willowy digits curling around the door frame. he glares into the doorway, staring you down like a lion stalking a very clueless gazelle. “I can help him.”

“Really?”

Dick nods, “Of course. Do you want my help?”

“Y—“ you gasp, peering down at Jason. he’s grabbed your nightshirt with both hands. “Jay?”

“Don’t…” his voice is hardly audible, and you have to hunch forward, getting as close to his lips as possible.

“What?”

Dick’s jaw tightened, gripping the doorframe tighter, he calls your name in a chilling, singsong voice. “You’re wasting time. And my brother is dying in your arms. Say it.” he urged, crystalline gems sparkling.

you frown, confused, looking from Jason to Dick and back again. you wished Jason was strong enough to finish his thought, but he couldn’t even keep his eyes from rolling back behind his lids. “Yes,” you said, finally, looking up at Dick with wet eyes, “please come help him.”

a low and wicked rumbling vibrates within Dick’s throat as he quirks a brow, and his fingers dig deeper into the frame, splintering wood from the sheer force. he then swaggers inside with a pleased sigh. “What a good girl you are.” he crooned, traipsing closer; his lips were stretched into a demonic grin, “Very, very stupid, but a good girl nonetheless.”

you blink, confused, watching his legs— they’re eye level to you as he encircles you. “What are you—“

“No wonder baby brother likes you so much,” reaching forward, his fist wraps around your neck, pulling you to your feet with a strangled choke. you stumble backwards, both hands coming up to claw at his wrist when he yanks you back against his solid chest, “he wouldn’t feed with me because he was holding out. Saving himself for his pretty, little high school crush.”

feed? you squirm, grunting as you try to wiggle free of his grip, but he’s so much stronger than you, escape is impossible. “Let go!”

Dick chuckles, lips caressing your jaw as he speaks, “I won’t lie, Jay, I’m surprised you were able to resist this one. I bet you can hear her heart from all the way over there, can’t you?” his fingers dig into your vulnerable flesh, squeezing your windpipe until you gag, and he plants a soft kiss against your cheek, “Listen to how fast it’s thumping!” he exclaims, giddy, “Like a little drum.” pressing his cheek to smush against yours, he coos out a taunt, “Are you scared when I squeeze your fragile neck?”

you nod, gulping swallows of air that burn against your windpipe when they’re caught by his fist.

“Leave her… out of this…” it’s Jason who speaks, now, struggling to push himself off the floor. he slipslides in blood and water puddles around him. “Leave her alone.”

“Jason, he—“ you start to call for him, but Dick’s other hand clamps tight over your mouth, and he shushes you.

“Shh,” he hisses against your face, before he looks to his adoptive brother, “leave her out of it? Oh, no, Jason, you’re the one that involved her. The second you showed up at her doorstep.” you can feel one forefinger drag against your throat, the pad surprisingly soft and chilly over your pulse point. “You didn’t come here just to starve to death on her living room floor, did you? You were going to fuck her, feed off her, hell, maybe even turn her, weren’t you?”

feed off you?

turn you?

your eyes widen, pieces of the puzzle starting to fall into place. but they’re shaping into a realization that you didn’t think was possible. you stare at your friend, who’d gotten to his knees, now, but that’s where he stayed— slouching on his knees in front of your trembling legs. his eyes glide over your bare skin, stained with blood that didn’t belong to you. you knew now it didn’t belong to him, either. they linger there, on your thighs, his eyes glowing dim like before.

“Yeah.” was all Jason says in return.

your whole world feels as if it’s been flipped on its head.

Dick’s laughing with wicked amusement, holding his palm tight to your mouth to muffle your squealing, “You won’t take any of my playthings because you want your own, is that it?” another kiss to your cheek and Dick’s hand slides from your mouth down over your body, menacing and slow.

“Please, don’t kill me!” you cry out; it’s the first thought to reach your lips as you squirm and push against him.

“I’m not going to kill you, silly girl. At least, not yet.”

“Dick.” Jason warns, baring unusually sharpened teeth. fangs.

his brother groped at you as his hand travels south, before he gathers the night shirt in his fist and pulls it up, exposing your quivering thighs and cotton panties. your legs snap together, and you whimper, humiliated. “Go ahead, Jay,” he urges, “bite her.”

Jason stares at the exposed flesh, clean and soft, and you could practically see his mouth watering as he inches closer. “N—no…” you whine, kicking at him. you feel a bare foot connect with his chest, but it doesn’t do anything to hold him back.

“Uh uh,” Dick mumbled, giving your beck a squeeze, “you kick again and I’ll snap this pretty neck of yours.” you freeze, croaking out a weak whine of submission. “Good girl. You wanted me to help Jason, didn’t you?”

with tears welling up in your eyes, you nod as best you can, and his grip on your neck loosens, just enough for you to be able to breathe again.

“Then, stand still and let him have you.”

meanwhile, Jason has grabbed hold of your legs and pried them apart, pressing his knees between your feet to keep them spread open so he can force his way between them, nuzzling his face into your thigh.

“Jason, please…” you choke out, shuddering when his frozen lips press to the warmth of your thigh. you can already feel the sharp edge of his fangs dragging along the supple flesh, but there’s nothing you can do to stop it, and a pathetically helpless yelp erupts from your lips when they sink in, with absolutely no resistance from your silken skin. you want to scream and kick, do anything you can to get him off of you, but you know Dick will make good on his promise to kill you, so you sob softly, watching through bleary eyes as your childhood friend starts to pull blood from you up to the surface of the pin prick wounds. it bubbles up in thick globs to soak his lips, and the sound of his slurping makes your head spin. “Jay…”

“I’m getting a bit jealous here, baby doll,” Dick croons, releasing your throat in exchange for a tight fist at the crown of your head, tilting it to one side to expose your sore throat to him, “watching how much he’s savoring the taste of your blood, hearing you moan for him like the perfect, little pet. Makes me want a taste, myself…”

“N—no, please, don’t…” it was hard to keep still with the tip of Jason’s nose bumping against your panties as he moaned, gurgling and dribbling your blood over his chin and on to little droplets on the floor. as much as you don’t want it to, the pain feels almost euphoric, and your body juts forward to stimulate your swelling clit against his nose bridge.

you’d hoped neither have noticed, but both seem to react. Jason grunting as he pushes his face flush against the damp patch in your panties, latching on to a fresh locale to drink from, breaking new skin, both hands come up to dig his cruel fingers into your bloody thighs.

“Don’t?” Dick repeats, mocking, as he lets go of your shirt to push his hand under the waistband of your panties instead. you cry out in surprise, two svelte fingers rubbing your slit, teasing your slick. “You’re fucking soaking,” he teases, his fangs nicking your throat, just enough to draw a single drop of blood to the surface, which he swipes away with his tongue, “you don’t need to be ashamed that you like it, a good bloodslut always does.” savoring the taste of your blood on his tongue, he groans, hooking his fingers into you like an anchor, before he bites down, fangs gliding as easily as they may softened butter.

the tears have broken the barrier of your ducts and streak your cheeks, one hand holding on to his wrist when he starts to pump his fingers deep inside, and the other trying to push Jason’s head from between your legs. the only problem is that Jason had already taken so much of your blood that you felt woozy, and your strength was all but diminished, so you can do little to fight the supernatural monsters off. with the two of them pulling from you, you can’t help but sag back against Dick’s chest, whimpering in forced submission. warm, liquid rubies dribble down over your clavicle and soak into the neckline of your nightshirt, and you can hear him moaning and slurping in your ear.

you moan, unable to hold it back, when his digit tips curl to brush against your sweet spot. it’s getting harder and harder to try and ignore how good his skilled fingers feel, spreading you open, prodding deep. your knees feel like jelly; you know you’ll collapse when you cum.

Jason has pulled away, panting and lapping at the blood on his lips, but his hands have found the waistband of your ruined panties, and are working them down your thighs, his practically snarling with desire when you’re exposed; Dick’s fingers refuse to stop, even when your back arches. the younger of the two finds his strength, and pulls himself to his feet, ripping at his clothes until he’s completely bare in front of you, face drenched in your blood, muscles rippling and cock throbbing and hard. the visage is horrifying and beautiful, as are his gleaming eyes when he grabs your face, pulling you in for a sloppy, sticky kiss. you whimper, trying to turn away— all you can taste is blood. your blood. Jason calls your name, thick with lust, and pulls your face back towards him. “Look at me.” he sounds desperate again, but there’s an edge in his voice; an authoritative tear. you obey, wet eyelashes sticking together when your gaze flickers up towards him, and instantaneously, you’re trapped in his stare, mesmerized. “Kiss me.” he demands, and you’re too compelled to submit that your mind goes completely and utterly blank.

what did he do to you?

all you want is to obey, to please him.

leaning forward, you kiss at his lips, slurping on the blood and smearing it over your own face. Jason seems pleased enough, hands pulling at your nightshirt to rip it apart until it hangs in pitiful shreds at your sides, and his palms envelop your breasts. he kneads, roughly, before his head dips, tongue hanging out from his mouth to catch a stream of blood leaking from the seal of Dick’s lips on the wound on your neck. “You’re so fucking sweet. Just like sugar.”

“Sweeter than sugar.” Dick chimes in, clearly having had his fill of your blood, too, he presses bloody kisses over the wound, “And I’d bet it’s not just her blood. Little whore is about to cum, I can feel her cunt squeezing my fingers.” as if to prove his point, those wicked fingers stuffed inside of your cunt jackhammer against you until you feel as if you’re about to explode.

you mewl, dazed, and pull back to rest the crown of your head against Dick’s clavicle. coming undone has never felt as intense as it does right now, with Jason watching Dick finger fuck you so mercilessly that your body convulses against the rough treatment. you close your eyes tight, breath coming in furious, little puffs, toes curling. you whine in ecstasy, hips rocking until the orgasm takes hold of you and renders you completely incapacitated. your nails dig into Dick’s wrist, but even as you claw at him, he doesn’t even budge. “Look at her go!” he chortles, “That was a big one, wasn’t it?” nuzzling his nose against your ear he kisses along your lobe, and you shiver, nodding with your eyes still closed. “Hope we didn’t break you already,” he mutters, pulling his sticky fingers free, giving your sensitive core a couple of cruel spanks with his palm. you jerk under each one, unable to catch your breath to make any substantial noise except for pathetic wheezing.

your lids weigh a thousand pounds at least, making it damn near impossible to open them, until you feel Jason lifting your legs, your feet rising from the floor. “She’s not broken yet,” Jason says, hooking your limp legs over his hips as he pulls you to his chest. Dick allows it, releasing you into his brother’s arms, and you fall forward against him. “Just a little bit cumdrunk, a little bit drained.” his strong hands then careen to support your ass as he spreads you open, suspended in his arms, to spear your folds with the head of his cock. you both moan in unison, his much stronger. your hands push against his shoulders, much too sensitive to take his entirety, but he isn’t giving you a choice as he thrusts upwards and pushes your body down simultaneously, filling you hilt-deep with one buck of his hips. “Fuck,” he growls, baring his blood-stained fangs, “she’s already clenching like crazy.” you can feel it, too, the way your walls spasm against the girthy intruder, refusing to open up any more than he’s willing to force you to.

“Sounds like you need to stretch her out,” Dick was saying, and even in your dazed state, you could practically hear the grin on his face, “unless, you’d rather I do it for you.” he offers, “I’ll ruin her, break in that tight, little pussy so you can just slide right in.”

“Fuck you,” Jason barks, pushing your body upwards so that he nearly slips from your body and then bringing you down on to him harder than before, as if he were making a point to his older brother; he was perfectly capable of snapping you in two if he so desired. “I’ll break her myself.”

“Jay… son…” you moaned, his name broken into weak syllables as you bounce, helplessly impaled on his cock. you couldn’t think of anything but how intense the sensation of his brutal fucking was. he practically slammed you down to his base each time he rutted, and the position does absolutely nothing to keep his thick tip from kissing your cervix.

your climax comes in a matter of moments, much quicker than the first and much more intense. your arms fall, limp, and dangle at your sides; you can do nothing but slump forward, squeal into his chest, and enjoy the feeling of being completely and utterly decimated.

“The little thing has already gone completely dumb on your cock.” Dick snickers, pressing himself to your back. you feel nothing but icy skin and realize that he’s stripped himself down, too. you bite down on your lip to muffle a moan of anticipation. “Absolutely fucking pathetic.”

would they take you together?

you hated how badly you wanted to feel them both inside of you.

Dick grabs you by the hair again, pulling your head back like a rag doll, and out of the corner of your teary eyes, you can see his bloody, evil grin. “Open up, baby doll.” you do, your jaw hanging slack, and he shoves three fingers into your mouth. you wince at first, especially when he forces them to the back of your throat, and you gargle out a tiny sound of discomfort. drool covers his fingers and dribbles out from both corners of your mouth. “Attagirl, go ahead and be a sloppy, little slut, because you’re going to want to give me plenty of lube to fuck that little asshole.” wrenching his hand free, you spit more on to his fingers and his palm when presented with it, before he drops it to envelop his cock, slathering it in your saliva and giving it a couple of furious pumps.

when he guides the tip of his manhood to your ring, you lurch forward with a nervous whine, but free hand flees to grip your shoulder, twisting you back and pulling you back towards him. “Where do you think you’re going, huh?” he teases. even Jason has slowed to a slow, shallow thrust to let his elder join in. Dick smears you with his tip before he worms his way inside, grunting with impish delight when you groan. “That’s a tight fit, isn’t it, baby doll?” he sneers against your cheek, tongue sliding out to flick at your drying tears on the apple of your cheek. once he’s snugly inside, his other hand grips one of your arms at the elbow, keeping a tight grip on the opposite shoulder, and falls into a ruthless rhythm in seconds. you nod, squinting, back arching now that you’re sandwiched between them, your moans turning more shrill and hoarse with each thrust. “You’re going to have to get used to it, because I’m going to fuck your ass every single day just to hear these pretty, little screams.”

Jason has started pounding against you, too, moaning under his breath as his head dips so he can litter your jiggling breasts with bites. you were much too overstimulated to know what you were even screaming for anymore. was it how good he felt, his protruding veins rubbing against your sensitive inner walls, or was it because of his fangs cutting into your skin, leaving a peppering of stinging, paired pricks. or maybe it was Dick, who was slamming into you from behind with so much ferocity that you were certain your body couldn’t take it— you were going to simply break in half of the brothers kept up this rough treatment.

even still, you felt a familiar bubbling in your belly. you couldn’t believe it. you were going to cum again.

Jason is the first to notice, both hands sliding up to dig his fingers into your hips until he leaves paling imprints in your flesh, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he hisses in pleasure, “keep tightening up for me, baby, gonna make me cum in this little, fucking vice of a pussy—!”

“I—I can’t!” you beg; surely the next orgasm would shatter you, and your poor, hazy mind would fracture, “I can’t take— another— please…”

“We don’t care.” Dick growls in your ear, and you shudder at just how devilish he sounds, voice ripe with pleasure, “You’ll cum as many times as we want you to. Scream, cry, beg all you want, but you belong to us, now.” you whine, hands trembling, the symphony of sensations sending you over the edge just as Dick said you would, and you beg for mercy the entire time. mercy that neither of them had for you. “That’s more like it.”

your fervent, needy clenching had clearly pushed Jason to his own orgasm, because he was calling your name amidst the most animalistic of grunting, burying himself as deep as he could go until you could feel the shape of him against your lower belly, and he released. what was meant to be warm and comforting filled your belly with ice, but you couldn’t help but enjoy the way his arousal dropped out of you when he pulls free, glazing your bloody thighs. then, he drops your legs and steps awake. you felt hollowed out, and you want to double over and grip your belly, but Dick wouldn’t let you, even as Jason stumbled back and fell on to the couch, his cock twitching, lain over his thigh and shiny with his and your essences, cocktailed. you expected he might pant, if he needed to breathe, but instead, those clear glowing eyes watched you be destroyed by another.

even Jason at his roughest was no contest to how Dick was breaking you in. you practically dangled off of his cock, somewhere between conscious and not, as he drove himself into you mercilessly for several more minutes, moaning the most vulgar expletives you’d ever heard.

what’s worse?

you were still wet.

you were trembling and weak, eyes unable to stay open, and you looked as if you’d been attacked by a battalion of spiders by the fang wounds that littered your poor frame, you leaked cum, and you couldn’t form a coherent sentence anymore, but you were still so aroused; so tickled that his relentless plowing was more than torture. it felt incredible. you still mewled with your mouth open, tongue hanging out, eyes rolled back. and Dick loved every moment of it. “Just one, little slumber party, and she’s already braindead.” he snorts, grabbing both of your shoulders to hold you in place as he pounds away, “You picked an easy one, Jay.”

“She’s a good girl,” Jason replied, husky, as he leans forward, staring into your eyes, “my good girl.”

“Don’t get greedy.” Dick warns, though the muscles in his jaw tense. he pulsates within you, and you know he must be close. “This little bloodslut is ours. Isn’t that right, baby?” one of his hands glides upwards, snatching a fistful of your hair to pull your head up, holding it steady.

you nod, breathless, your entire body rippling from the force of his fucking. “Y— yes—!”

your humiliating, hardly coherent shriek of a response must’ve shredded what was left of Dick’s composure, because he howls in pleasure, pummeling your abused body a couple more times before he shoves you off of him. with a soft thud and a raspy yelp, you hit the floor and roll over on to your back, quivering, and Dick stands over you, fucking his own fist like a man possessed. he moans, eyes closing and head tilting back, and streamers of his release paint your marked chest, mixing with the drying blood and spit. “See?” he croons, after he’s done with his masterpiece, and squats down to grab your face, his thumb and forefinger hollowing your cheeks as he turns you to face Jason on the couch, “Ours.”

you blink, slow, but your eyes are too glassy to truly focus on either of them, your body completely spent. if Dick wasn’t holding you up by your cheeks, you wouldn’t collapsed on the floor, and most likely drifted into a much needed rest.

“What do we do with her?” Jason asks, uncertain, but watching you close.

Dick laughs, as if Jason had asked the obvious. “We pack her up like a pretty, cum covered sack lunch and take her with us. Come on, tell me you don’t want to see your little toy waiting for you on her knees, fuckholes wet and ready, back at the manor every night?” he lets go of you, allowing you to fall back, chest heaving, body twitching.

“I… I want to go,” you babble, weakly, “I want to go with you…”

“You must truly be fucked completely brainless to want to go home with two bloodthirsty vampires whose only use for you is fucking and eating you whenever we want.” Jason snapped, getting to his feet, he stomps over, a slow and devious smirk playing at the corners of his lips. maybe Dick was rubbing off on him. “Then again, I could get used to seeing you like this. Completely fucking ruined.”

you stare up to both of them, and a simper of your own tickles your cheeks.

you were actually excited.

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[ilikereadingthisiswhatilike]

Batman Comic Characters

A list of Batman Comic Characters x reader stories. None of these works are mine.

Batfamily (No Smut)

Have You Ever Cared? @gobydana Summary: Reader is killed and nobody really does much. So when she is resurrected she stays off the grid and leads a simple life until the batfam finds he and confront her where she reveals how hurt she is. Warnings: Angst, Mention of Death, Neglect Special Tags: Bat!sis

Stone Skipping @fandom-writer642 Summary: The Batfamily has always been so crazy that no one notices the silent sister. How many times can she bounce back before sinking? Warnings: Angst, Mention of Death, Neglect Special Tags: Bat!sis

My God I’m so Lonely @ravcns Summary: Reader who feels as if they don’t fit in with the rest of the family due to not being a crime fighter. Warnings: Angst, Mention of Death, Neglect Special Tags: Bat!sis, Multichapter

Bruce Wayne (Smut)

Echo in the Void @straywords Summary: Bruce’s obsession with the Joker pulls him into the abyss till it swallows him whole. Warnings: Rape, Obsessive Behavior, Prostration Special Tags:

Jason Todd (No Smut)

Little Omega @toastedkiwi Summary: There’s yet another kid that Bruce Wayne has taken in and Jason finds a scared little omega. Warnings: None Special Tags: Bat!sis, Omegaverse, Fluff

Jason Todd/Dick Grayson (No Smut)

Re-connection Session @weebsinstash Summary: You never should have let Damian sleep in your lap, especially after rejecting Dick and Jason's request for attention. Now you have their jealousy to resolve. Warnings: Kidnaping, Stockholm Syndrome Special Tags: Bat!sis, Omegaverse

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[millyhelp]

I want to write something dark about Dick...

Can anyone give me an idea?

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[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE BATBOYS WITH A READER WHO HAS FICTIONAL CRUSHES

Honestly I wouldn't put it past them to explode with rage and jealousy and act like clingy petty children to you

Dick Grayson: If there's one thing he feels proud of in life is the amount of love he has for you. He feels like no one else can love you like him and he knows you better than you know yourself. Thr first time he finds out that you really like a fictional character was when you both were having a movie night with the other Titans as a day for rest and relaxation since you guys need some chill in life. The movie you guys were watching was Rapunzel and you really liked the movie. You told Dick that you've wanted to grow your hair as long as Rapunzel when you were a kid and he pretended not to know about it but in fact he already did know about it since this sneaky son of a bish here already read your diary that mentioned it. He feels like there should be no secrets between the two of you since you're destined to be with each other and you're soulmates and one person. He knew you liked Rapunzel which was why he made the suggestion of watching it that day but what he wasn't prepared for was when you suddenly said "Damn Flynn be looking good" and he suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. What exactly did you mean by that comment? Garfield turned to you and spoke "Wait don't tell me you have a crush on him?"as he grinned in amusement as you shrugged your shoulders and replied "Believe it or not he was one of my childhood crushes" and Dick felt his hand twitch with irritation. ONE of your childhood crushes? So that clearly meant that there were more and he was determined to find out who the bloody hell were these pathetic sneaky pests who dared to steal the heart of his lovely angel when it was clearly reserved for him

"How about we watch something else?"said Dick as his eye twitched with irritation but you didn't want to change the movie so he ended up tolerating the damn movie for the next 2 hours for the sake of your happiness. But he swears to get rid of that bloody movie and make you forget about that damned Flynn Ryder because the only man you should be thinking about is him

Jason Todd: He doesn't become delusional and descend down the rabbit hole of madness and chasm of obsession right off the bat yet. There's still time for him to become delusional as hell and it all started when he first met you as Red Hood when he was patrolling the streets around Gotham. It was really late at night and you were coming back from the public library after doing some research for your Physics paper in college that would count for at least 50 percent of your grade. You really needed to work hard and up your game since your Physics professor was a hardass and had no chill in life whatsoever and you didn't want to flunk out of the class. You'd just gotten a headache after studying so much and you were looking forward to relaxing after you went home. You kept walking when suddenly you stopped in the middle of the road to rub your head for a few minutes and your eyes since your vision was starting to get blurred but that was a huge mistake on your part because a car was moving with a really high speed and the driver was honking at you to get out of the way. You'd have been literal roadkill had it not been for the Red Hood himself who pulled you out of harm's way. "W-whats going on?"you mumbled as he chuckled and replied "You're so tired you didn't even realize your life was in danger" and he offered to drop you off home since it was evident that you couldn't be trusted in such a condition. He made sure you were safe in your bed and felt bad when he saw you with no one else in your house. Was that why you weren't taking care of yourself properly and not sleeping early? Jason made sure you went to sleep and he wrote a note for you that said 'Take better care of yourself darling' and placed it near your bed table. The next morning when you woke up you saw the note and you smiled, it felt nice to have someone care for you

You were hoping to meet the Red Hood again the next day evening and sure enough you were lucky since you did end up meeting him. "I have a box of muffins with me that I made. Would you like some? You know, a way of saying a thank you from my side for saving me yesterday" and he was stunned. After all these years of protecting and looking after Gotham you were the first person who actually thanked him for his deeds. He felt happy since a really long time as he accepted it and thanked you for it. The next day you met Jason at the library but not as Red Hood, as regular Jason though and you both bonded over the books there. He offered to help you with some stories you were working on and he was like your second pair of eyes offering you constructive feedback of your works and he loved reading every line and word you've written

The two of you bonded over a period of time and you decided to have a movie night one day after your college's term finished. You invited Jason over and you already had snacks and drinks ready. Jason was just glad you didn't invite any of your pesky little friends over he despised them from the bottom of his heart. To him they were nothing but corrupt leeches who wanted to ruin you while he was protecting you from all the negative and bad things in the world. You didn't need to know all the dark stuff happening around you, and you can also thank him for the cancelation of your newspaper subscription. Who needs the news anyway, it's filled with utter nonsense and garbage these days anyway according to him

You both watched some movies and then this show called Supernatural popped up on your recommended list so you both decided to watch that. Jason actually liked Dean Winchester he thought he was cool and he could actually relate to his problems in a way. At first when you started gushing about Dean Winchester he didn't seem to mind. It was just a little fictional crush but when you told him that you had all the merchandise of his and you even had a freaking body pillow of Dean that's when things took another turn. Jason couldn't help but feel jealous and he knows it's silly being jealous of a fictional character but he can't help it. As selfish as he is, he wants you to think of him, the only man you'll ever need in your life. When Jason sees your body pillow of Dean Winchester his hand twitched with irritation and made a mental note to burn it to ash when you weren't noticing. He doesn't like it when you ignore him for your fictional characters, just pay him some attention as well and you're good to go but if you keep gushing about those fictional crushes of yours he might have to step in and when he does you'll have to say goodbye to your movie watching marathons

Tim Drake: I can imagine Tim actually vibing with you and your fictional characters that you're so fond of especially if they're anime characters. He really loves anime. You guys met online on Discord in an anime server when some random bozo was saying stuff like how Eren Yeager sucked in season 4 but you had a different take to that opinion and when you put forth your opinion you revived some major hate and backlash from that person calling you a dumb person and a bunch of other nasty names that made you feel pissed off. Fortunately for you, someone came to your defense and that someone was none other than Tim Drake himself. He called him out for behaving like a douchebag and basically started an internet flame war with that person. Then you thanked him for sticking up for you and you both chatted with each other for a while at a private chat room till you had to get going but you felt happy that you'd gained a new online friend. You both chatted with each other for a few weeks and you were ecstatic when you'd learnt that he went to the same school as you, Gotham academy and you were determined to meet him so you arranged for the two of you to meet at the music room of Gotham Academy too which he'd agreed

Truth was, Tim already knew who you were right off the bat without your knowledge. There's a reason he's called a whiz with technology you know. He was just keeping his identity anonymous to humor you and wanted to see your reaction when the guy sitting right next to you during your Advanced Calculus class was your online friend. You waited for your online friend to show up and sure enough he did and it was none other than Tim himself. Your eyes widened with surprise and you spoke "Tim, I can't believe you're the one I was talking to this whole time, this is amazing" you smiled and he felt glad you saw this as a positive scenario. The two of you had your lunch together and started spending more time with each other in person. The thing about Tim is that when he falls in love with someone, he falls in love really fast and hard. He loves someone with a lot of intensity and passion, words nor numbers couldn't describe the feelings he felt for you. He was also someone who believed in love at first sight and when he found out that you were his online friend from Discord he was extremely thrilled and his joy knew no bounds. Of course he had to keep you a secret from his brothers since they'd tease him and they'd try to flirt with you and steal you away from him which is something he doesn't want happening at all

He's so used to being the replacement in his life but for once he wanted to be selfish and have you for himself. He was growing obsessive over you and his affection for you might be deemed as suffocating for other people but you failed to notice the red flags in his behavior like him being clingy to you when you talked to someone else and when you you him about the guy who flirted with you during your biology lecture he got suspended for the possession of drugs that Tim may or may not have planted in his locker and anonymously tipped off a teacher. He was just trying to keep you safe in this dark and cruel world, and he should know how bad the world is because he's Red Robin

Your exams were done and you'd decided to have an anime marathon with him and he invited you over to the Wayne manor. Of course Dick, Jason and Damian were cocky when you'd shown up and started flirting with you just to tease and rile up Tim because watching him getting riled up was the amusement of the century according to them. Tim's face grew red and he 'accidentally' spilled some water on Dick and Jason as he stepped on Damian's foot and he dragged you inside to his room and shut the door. He could hear them snickering to themselves as Jason howled "Use protection" as he just rolled his eyes and you looked confused. "They're immature jerks, so should we get started?'' and you nodded as you watched animes like My hero academia, Haikyuu, Demon slayer, Bungou Stray dogs and many more. You wanted to watch Kakegurui as well but Tim didn't want you to taint your innocence and it was filled with some not so wholesome content according to him that wasn't suitable for your delicate eyes

You had some favorite characters from different Fandoms and the character you were really fond of was Daisuke Kanbe from the anime Millionaire detective balance unlimited. Tim could get why you liked Daisuke a lot and he vibes with your choice too. He will however get a tad bit jealous that you're not paying attention to him and he'll do something or the other to interrupt your anime fest and make sure you pay attention to him. Other than that he's actually pretty chill with you crushing over animme characters but like every other possessive yandere dude he will have to curb it and make you forget about your anime crushes if it gets too out of hand. He doesn't want to lose you to some Pixelated non existant 2D picture on a screen

BONUS: Damian Wayne: Oh boy, I can say for sure he won't be too happy about this whole ordeal of you simping for non existant Pixelated fiends according to him when you have THE heir of the Wayne family and the Al Ghul heir himself. It's been a few months since he's kidnapped you and taken you for himself and he had to do it you know. The first time he met you was when you were about to climb a huge rock ready to dive in because a puppy was drowning. As much as he was touched with your love and concern for animals he couldn't let you just endanger your life like that which was why he had to step in and do something before you'd ended up getting hurt. Damian raced to where you were about to jump and pulled you back in time and before you could say a word he dove in and rescued the puppy. The poor puppy had a bleeding paw and you let a soft gasp of despair when you saw its bleeding paw

You really loved animals and that sight just broke your heart. "I have a feeling someone must have done this to the poor thing, why else would a puppy intentionally go to the middle of the river if it doesn't know how to swim?" you asked Damian as you snuggled the little thing against you, the puppy grateful for the warmth it was receiving from you. "Take care of it and yourself too, I hope you don't do something as reckless as that ever again" said Damian with a serious note but you looked at him indignantly and replied "The poor thing would have drowned had I been a second late. Besides I know how to swim" you grumped a bit and Damian found it to be endearing and the two of you exchanged numbers and parted ways after that exchange took place. That night he wasn't able to forget about you and he made sure to visit the same place next day to make sure you and the puppy were doing all right. He didn't even know why he was so concerned about someone he just met but seeing you do something as reckless as that made him want to protect you and just wrap you with his arms so you couldn't endanger yourself. What were you making him feel?

Sure enough the next day Damian saw you and the puppy and he was glad to see it doing okay. The both of you spent some time together and you liked spending time with him. Though he had a stoic expression most of the times you could tell deep down he cared for other people. He took you to a Cafe where you both ordered something and you went to see Titus his dog. Titus seemed to take a liking to you immediately and the puppy too. Titus kept wandering near your legs and Damian thought it was adorable when he tried to place his paws up on you as if he was asking you to lift him up like a child. The puppy was a bit shy around him but Titus didn't seem to mind

Soon it was time for you to go home and Damian didn't want you to leave. He wanted you to stay with him and with a heavy heart he had to bid farewell to you. However it didn't mean that his mind and heart rested though, Gotham was a dangerous place and in the little time he's known you he's already taken a liking to you which meant that he's appointed himself as your guardian and protector to keep you safe from this twisted world and so day by day he kept stalking you and kept an eye on you to make sure you were all right

Finally he reached a point where his obsession could no longer be contained and he needed you like a dying man needing air so he kidnapped you and took you for himself. Does he regret it? Not an inch because the way he sees it is that you both are destined to be together forever. He felt his heart break when he saw you crying your heart out, begging him to please take you back and even after he bought you your puppy for company you still avoided him like the Corona virus. However you just started opening up to him recently and that was something he felt immensely thankful for. You finally saw that he loved you with all his heart and he wouldn't harm you and besides you were tired of being alone all the time

Currently the two of you were watching some shows together and you decided to watch Austin and Ally after you'd insisted. You loved Austin and Ally since you were a kid it brought back so many memories and when you accidentally let the fact slip that Austin used to be your childhood crush Damian felt like someone had knocked the wind out of his chest. Just what EXACTLY did you see in that immature blonde haired Walmart Ken ripoff he didn't know but he needed to make sure you'd forget about this Austin fellow effective immediately. Damian doesn't care if he's being petty, he doesn't want your heart getting stolen by someone else. Your heart is reserved only for him and he'll have various tactics to make you forget about Austin. He'll either make sure you watch something else that's different or when you try to see Austin and Ally he'll just start bragging and boasting about how much better he is than him and pin point and nit pick EVERYTHING wrong with Austin. Like mentioned before no man can steal your heart as long as he's with you

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[dccomicsimagines]

Fatherly Bonds - Batfamily Imagine

Warning - Suicide, Dark Thoughts and Themes. Proceed with caution!

ALSO SPOILERS FOR GOTHAM KNIGHTS!!!

Requested by Anon - Don’t know if you played Gotham Knights, but could we get a imagine with some angst? Maybe Batfamily x reader? No pairing?

***

The cold wind bit sharply at your face. You took a deep breath, the air chilling your lungs. Gotham’s skyline sparkled like stars. Police sirens sounded in the distance. You frowned and stepped closer to the edge.

The top of Wayne bridge was not accessible to the public, but you were always good at climbing and made your way up after a cab dropped you off in the middle of the bridge. The cabbie had been concerned, but five hundred dollars wiped any worries from his mind. 

You looked down. The sound of the waves reached you, but you couldn’t see the water. It was only a black abyss. Just as you wanted. It was fitting. 

The siren got closer. You froze, looking down at the road to see a police car zooming onto the bridge. Holding your breath, you ducked down and waited for the car to pass. The last thing you needed was someone to call the cops. You just wanted it to end.

Yet you are taking your time, you thought to yourself. You stepped closer to the edge again and closed your eyes. 

A hum filled the air. You opened your eyes, looking up for a plane or helicopter only to hear feet land behind you. 

“Please don’t jump. My shoulder can’t take catching another jumper tonight,” a familiar voice said. You spun around to see Dick Grayson in his Nightwing suit. He rolled his shoulders, hissing in pain before his eyes widened at the sight of you. “(Y/N)?”

“Shit.” You turned back to the edge, crossing your arms. Why did you wait so long? You should have jumped as soon as you reached the top of the bridge. There was no way you were going to be able to end it now, not if Dick was here. 

The silence that followed was almost unbearable. You looked up at the sky, but no stars could be seen. Too much smog and clouds. Dick shifted behind you, stepping closer. You tensed. He stopped.

“It’s kinda cold up here.” Dick’s voice wavered slightly. You couldn’t blame him. If you had walked in on his attempted suicide, you wouldn’t know what to say either. “Why don’t we get down and we’ll take the cycle home, huh?” 

Tears filled your eyes. You wanted to shout at him, lay into him for interrupting you. A hint of shame burned your heart too. You didn’t want them to know you were this weak, at least not when you were alive to see it. Running a hand over your face, you sighed. “Okay.” 

His rough gloved hand took yours and gently pulled you away from the edge. You let him, the familiar numbness drifted over you. Despite how you hated it, you were grateful for it now.

How you got down was a blur. You vaguely felt Dick manhandling you, listening to him inform the Belfry that he had you. 

A cup of something hot was pressed into your hand. You blinked, staring at the cup before looking around startled when you were sitting at the table in the Belfry’s kitchenette. 

“Drink up, Mx. (Y/N). You are chilled to the bone,” Alfred said, patting your shoulder. Your eyes widened. It felt as if your world was collapsing on top of you. They all knew now. 

A thick blanket was gently wrapped around you. You recognized the hands as Barbara’s. They are all here to see your shame. Stupid fool, can’t even get your suicide right. You set the cup down and laid your head on the table with your arms over your head. 

Whispers of concern. Mentions about whether this had to do with the Court of Owls and the trauma you experienced in their mind-twisting maze. You heard a chair pulling out next to you. It creaked heavily, meaning it was probably Jason sitting next to you. You kept your head covered, hoping everyone and everything would go away. 

“Shouldn’t we ask them why? Demand to know why?” Tim said rather loudly. His voice thick. 

“Tim, now’s not the time,” Dick soothed. Jason’s heavy hand laid on your back, rubbing gentle circles. It felt nice. “Let’s get some sleep and we’ll talk in the morning.”

“But we can’t leave them alone?!” The fear in Tim’s voice cut you to the core. You sniffled, tears working their way free. 

“Master Tim, lower your voice please.” Alfred’s tone gentle, but scolding at the same time. 

More whispers. You whimpered, holding your head tighter. Jason’s hand stayed on your back. “It’s okay,” Jason whispered softly. You peeked at him. He smiled when he met your eye. His jaw was clenched, but his eyes were full of patience and kindness. 

A sob slipped out of you. You pressed a hand against your mouth to quiet it. “What do you need, kid? How can I help?” Jason said, still watching you. His hand still warm on your back. 

Not trusting yourself, you left your chair and crawled into his lap. He stiffened, but wrapped his arms around you. You buried your face into his shoulder and let the tears fall. 

Jason slowly relaxed. He leaned back in his chair, giving you all the time you needed.

***

You woke with a jerk, sitting up in a panic. Water filled your lungs. The cold paralyzed your body, making you unable to fight to the surface. However, you opened your eyes to find yourself on the couch at the Belfry with a blanket over you. 

Snores came from behind you. You turned, panting to see Dick asleep in the armchair. He looked tired. The shame overtook you again like a monstrous wave that was about to sink the city. 

You flung your legs off the couch and sat up, burying your face in your hands. They knew. You screwed up and now they know your secret. Your skin was clammy. You felt like you were underwater again. But you never went into the water. Why are you freaking out? You bit your lip, glancing around the Belfry. It was very quiet for this time of day. The late afternoon sun warmed you slightly as it shined through the clockface. 

Maybe you didn’t want to die... You shook your head and stood up. Dick was on his feet the moment you moved, eyes wide with panic. He relaxed slightly at seeing you standing. “Oh, you’re awake,” he chuckled and sat back in his chair. “Good. You gave us a scare.” 

Delicious smells came from downstairs. Some voices followed. You took a deep breath, looking into the sunlight drifting in. “How did you find me?” Your voice was caked with exhaustion and pain. You almost didn’t recognize it. 

Dick flinched at either the sound of your voice or your question. “I was flying by on the Flying Trapeze when I noticed you. Lucky I did.” He got up, wincing at his sore shoulder. “You were going to jump, weren’t you?”

You hardened your heart and glared at him. Dick took a step back. “Well, that doesn’t matter now.”

“Kiddo, it matters.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I think dinner is almost ready downstairs. Let’s eat. Some food will help.”

He walked ahead of you, stretching his bad shoulder as he walked. You watched him, not sure how to feel. “This wasn’t supposed to happen,” you mumbled to yourself, eyes on your feet. You swore you saw water around your shoes, but it was gone once you blinked.

“Hey,” Dick said, suddenly by your side. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “Come on. Food will make everything seem better. You’re not alone in this, (Y/N). You never were.”

On the tip of your tongue was an argument that you were alone. However, you knew there was no point in arguing. It would just reveal what you wanted to keep secret. Dick guided you down the stairs to join the others who were unfortunately waiting at the table for you.

***

Barbara, Alfred and Dick kept up the conversation. You stared at your soup bowl, taking sips quietly. Jason sat, observing the table, but mostly looking at you. Tim was nowhere to be seen. You remembered how upset he was last night. Biting your lip, you hoped he was okay. 

Everyone was avoiding the elephant in the room. The elephant used to be Bruce’s death, but now it was you. You could feel the presence of the memorial behind you. Anger bubbled back up inside you, but you pushed it away, embracing the numbness that always followed. 

Suddenly, the roof exit door flung open and Tim marched in like the demons of hell were chasing him. He saw you at the table and went straight for you. You couldn’t stop the flinch.

“Hey Tim, what’s up?” Dick said, standing up. Tim’s mouth twitched. He stopped in front of you before tossing an envelope at you. Your eyes widened, catching the envelope with your handwriting on it. Oh, he must have went into your bedroom and found your suicide note. Great. 

You sighed, blood turning into ice when you saw it was open. “What is that supposed to mean?” Tim said, pointing his finger in your face. “You were just going to die and only leave this crappy note that doesn’t explain anything?! Why would you do that to us?! Don’t you care?!”

“Tim.” Dick pulled Tim away. Tim jerked out of his grasp. 

“Tim, this isn’t the way to approach this. I know you know that,” Barbara said, getting up to go to Tim. She and Dick herded him away, whispering quietly.

You set the envelope down on the table as if it would explode. Picking up your spoon, you found your hand shaking so much that you couldn’t eat anyway. 

Jason switched chairs to be closer to you. “Hey, it’s okay.” He took your hand. “You know Tim is still developing his tact. Probably won’t get it, rich boy syndrome, am I right?” Jason chuckled. You snorted, smiling a little. It was an inside joke between you and Jason to explain Bruce’s and now Tim’s many quirks. 

Alfred shook his head, unamused. He had slipped the envelope from the table and hid it. You were grateful to not have to look at it. “I’m sorry,” you said after a moment. Rot ate you up inside. “I should have...went to you before things got so bleak.”

“I’m not one to talk.” Jason rubbed the back of his head somewhat sheepishly. “I lost my way too.”

“Not on purpose. You had outside factors.” You pulled your hand away from Jason to hold your wrist tightly. “Mine weren’t so much.”

“We are here to listen.” Alfred patted your shoulder. The worry in his eyes almost killed you. There no point of keeping it a secret. They’ll all know soon if Tim thinks about the note enough. 

You swallowed hard. “Well, you know Code Black released all of Bruce’s files to us.” Alfred and Jason nodded. You noted the others stopped whispering and eavesdropped. “I was going through them and I found one on...me and my mother.”

“Oh.” Alfred’s eyes widened. Jason just looked confused.

You glared at Alfred. “So you knew? This whole time?” Your words made Alfred flinch. 

Alfred sighed, reaching over to pat your shoulder. You pushed your chair away from the table so you were out of his reach. “It wasn’t my secret to tell, Mx. (Y/N). I told him he should have told you.”

“Right.” You stood up, shaking. Bruce’s memorial caught your eye. You grabbed your glass from the table and threw it. It shattered upon impact, but the memorial was unharmed. 

“Hey, (Y/N). Calm down.” Barbara stepped in front of Bruce’s memorial with her hands up. “Tell us what you found in your file.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Tim at the computer and accessing it. “Just read it yourself. I’m going out.” You stormed toward the roof exit only for Jason to step in front of you. “Get out of my way, Jay.”

Jason crossed his arms. “Running away won’t make it better, trust me.” He gave you a sad smile. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”

Tim and Dick gasped from the computer. You sighed and hid your face in your hands. “Bruce was your father?!” Tim said loudly. 

Barbara stiffened, realization dawning on her face. Jason frowned and glanced over at Bruce’s memorial. Alfred was strangely quiet, still seated at the table. 

“That’s a lot to take in.” Dick broke the silence. His footsteps slow and even behind you. Suddenly, his arms wrapped around you tightly. 

You let him hold you, hands still covered your face. “Why wouldn’t he tell me? Was he ashamed? Did he mean for me to find out only after he died?” Tears burned their way to the surface and your cheeks were wet. “I thought all this time that my father didn’t want me, that he abandoned me.” You glared at Bruce’s memorial. “And he was right there!” You jerked away from Dick and took a step toward the memorial. 

Jason stepped in your path. “Attacking the memorial won’t help.” You pushed at his chest and, like a brick wall, he didn’t move. 

You growled, shoving at Jason again. “Get out of my way, jackass!”

Jason crossed his arms, not moving. The pity in his eyes made you want to tear apart everything in the room. Rage crawled up inside you. It was easy to be angry. You could avoid the grief weighing deep in your very soul.

“(Y/N)! Stop!” Barbara reached out to touch your shoulder, but you flinched away like she hurt you. You ran your fingers through your hair, pulling hard to feel pain.

“None of you understand. You all had parents, knew who they were.” You glared at them. Dick pursed his lips, shifting his feet. Barbara and Jason’s expressions went blank. “I never knew my mom except that she slept around and got what she deserved, at least that’s the story my gran told me every night as my bedtime story.” You gasped, wiping tears from your cheeks.

Jason stepped closer. “That’s not fair, kid.”

You back away. Your chest felt like it was going to explode. Dick and Barbara took a step toward you. You hugged yourself, trying to hold it together. 

“Why does it matter?” Tim stared at you. He looked bewildered. 

“What?!” It was getting hard to breathe. Your lungs refused to take in air. 

“Seriously, Timmy,” Dick mumbled. Suddenly, Dick was in front of you. He put his hands on your shoulders. “Breathe with me, (Y/N). Come on, kiddo. You can do it.” Black swarmed your vision. You blinked, trying to copy Dick’s slow, even breaths.

“I don’t get it. You should be happy. Bruce wanted you.” Tim shook his head. “You’re so lucky, (Y/N). Why can’t you understand that?”

Barbara hushed him. “Tim, stop it.” 

Dick pulled you into a hug, whispering nonsense in your ear. Your chest ached, but your lungs opened up. 

“No, Bruce was your father. He cared about you.” Tim rubbed his temples, backing away when Jason grabbed at him. “He took you in. Loved you. Why does it matter he didn’t tell you? He treated you like his kid anyway, more than other parents.”

“Master Tim, please,” Alfred said, rising from the table finally.

“No, it’s selfish!” Tim shouted, throwing his hands in the air. Barbara caught his shoulder to stop him from coming toward you. “You tried to kill yourself because Bruce was your father! I would give anything for Bruce to be my real dad!”

“Tim, you’re not helping.” Barbara hushed him, gripping his shoulder enough to hurt. You looked at Tim over Dick’s shoulder. His words were a knife in your heart. Shame on you. You are selfish for feeling the way you do. Tim has it worse. They all have it worse. 

“You’re right,” you whispered, pulling away from Dick. You wiped your cheeks with your sleeves. Dick reached to pull you back to him, but you shook your head. “I’m selfish.” You tried to swallow the lump in your throat. 

“No, kiddo.” Dick snatched you, holding you so tight that you thought you were going to be crushed. “You’re not selfish for feeling the way you do. We’re all different, we all have our struggles. I can’t explain why Bruce made his decision not to tell you the truth, but I know he loved you so much.” 

You pursed your lips, closing your eyes. The shame rotted your insides. You heard whispers from Jason, Barbara, and Tim. It didn’t surprise you that Tim would react badly. Tim told you many times in confidence that he wished Bruce was his biological father. Tim’s dad hadn’t even called when the news of Bruce’s death was released.

“Master Bruce was a stubborn man as you all know.” Alfred cleared his throat. You turned to look at him, slightly confused he was finally speaking up. The others went quiet as well. “When he believed he made the right decision, almost nothing could change his mind.”

Jason snorted. “No kidding.” 

Alfred nodded. His eyes studied you. “He didn’t know about you until he found your DNA at the scene of the Ratcatcher’s arrest.” Alfred smiled sadly. “He made his mission to find you, to make sure you were safe. When he realized you weren’t, he took you in and made you part of our family.”

“That’s true. Bruce was so impressed at how you took down Ratcatcher with only a slingshot and a firecracker.” Barbara said, stepping to your side and giving you a side hug. You leaned into her, she was so warm. “Whether Bruce being your dad or not, you would have always had a place with us.”

The rot inside you eased. You swallowed hard. “Why wouldn’t he tell me?” you mumbled softly. “I wouldn’t have been mad at him. If he didn’t know about me, he wasn’t to blame for anything.”

Jason snorted. “You’re being generous, (Y/N). He still slept with your mother without bothering to see if anything happened afterward.” Jason shifted on his feet as if debating whether to approach you or not.

“Your mom should have reached out to Bruce. That wasn’t Bruce’s fault,” Tim said, starting to fidget with a broken batarang. 

Tears filled your eyes again. Barbara hugged you tighter. “Master Bruce and your mother were very young,” Alfred said, shaking his head at Tim before focusing back on you. “Now he never explained why, but knowing Master Bruce, I imagined he was afraid of passing on the burden of the Wayne legacy.”

Dick opened his arms. Barbara nodded and he joined the hug. You were smashed between them. “What does that even mean?,” you said, wiggling away from the two of them. You wiped your cheeks, finding them traitorously wet. “That’s a load of bullshit, Alfred.”

Alfred frowned slightly. He sighed. “I believe Master Bruce was afraid.” You tensed. The room dead silent. You sniffled. Alfred pulled out a tissue and handed it to you. He rested his hand on your shoulder as you mopped up your face. “He was afraid of losing you. You were part of our family and I believe he didn’t want the knowledge of your true parentage to change that.”

“I guess.” You tossed your tissue away. A wave of exhaustion came over you. You glanced over at Bruce’s memorial. It felt like it was still mocking you. Maybe what Alfred said was true, but...it didn’t make you feel any better.

The others were watching you. You forced yourself to smile. “I’m sorry about scaring you all.” You wrung your hands. “Going onto the bridge was a mistake. I won’t do that again.”

“You better not, kid.” Jason nudged your arm. 

“Regardless, I have made an appointment for you with a trusted therapist.” Alfred put his arm around your shoulders, guiding you back to the table and your, now cold, soup. “You are going to meet with them and promise us that you will seek help if you should ever feel so hopeless again.”

“Yes, Alfred.” You took your seat. The family joined you at the table. After a minute of uneasiness, Dick took a breath.

“I can’t believe Harley gave me an ‘F’ in ‘glute-ability’. Has she seen my ass? It’s great,” Dick said with a carefree smile. 

Barbara rolled her eyes. Jason and Tim shared a groan. You bit your lip to keep from letting a giggle slid out. Gentle ribbing and teasing followed. You admitted you loved your family and you were grateful you didn’t leave them last night. However, you wondered if the little nagging feeling about Bruce would ever go away.

***

You ran through the forest on the Wayne Estate, dressed in your gear. 

The family had just discovered Talia had stolen Bruce’s body and found a  Lazarus pit in Gotham.  With the Court of Owls defeated, they all went after Talia.

Due to your attempt, you had been taken off missions as a whole. The family thought it best you focused on your recovery. You agreed, but you knew you had to do this. After their last signal came from the destroyed Batcave, you sprinted into action.

The boarded up well was right where you remembered. You knelt down, ripping up the boards and dropping down. On the way down, you realized you should have checked to make sure it didn’t collapse with the rest of the Batcave. Panic flared inside you, but you let out a breath before safely landing on the bottom of the well. 

You found the well when you were exploring the grounds after you came to live with Bruce. It led right to a small opening in the roof of the Batcave. 

A smile tugged at your lips. You used this tunnel to sneak up on Bruce. He almost broke your jaw when you surprised him. The look on his face was worth how stiff you got waiting for the right moment to drop down. 

“Please still be here,” you whispered, squeezing through the gap and into the tunnel. 

“Mx. (Y/N), where are you?” Alfred’s voice made you jolt. Your head bumped against the rock ceiling. You hissed.

“Around.” The passage narrowed. You laid on your stomach, crawling through the space. It was a tight squeeze. Tighter than it used to be.

“This isn’t a joke. You’re not at the Belfry. Where are you, kid?” Jason sounded angry, but the worry was hidden just underneath. You swallowed past a lump in your throat. 

You let out a slow breath to calm the panic. The walls closed in more, but you saw light ahead. Sounds of a battle echoed toward you. “Don’t worry.” You tapped your comm to turn it off. 

Peeking out of the hole, you saw your family fighting far below. You raised an eyebrow as you slid out of the hole and climbed down. The closest platform was the old Batplane landing pad. The Batplane was still there. Barely hanging on over the edge. 

You tapped your mask, zooming in to see your family battling Talia. A glowing Lazarus pit sat in the middle of the Batcave. A snort slipped out of you.

A shuffle came from behind you. You spun, slingshot ready.

“(Y/N)?” Bruce held up his hands. Your heart stopped. He had a beard, thinner than he should be, pale. A bloody stab wound in his stomach.

“Bruce?” You narrowed your eyes. Your slingshot still aimed for him. “That really you?”

Bruce coughed, stumbling weakly toward you. “Mostly.” He wheezed. “The owls are coming, (Y/N). Get out of here.”

“But the others, they stopped them.” You turned to see the Court of Owls appearing in front of your family. “Damn it.”

Suddenly, Bruce’s hand clapped on your shoulder. “(Y/N), I love you so much.” You froze as he touched his forehead to yours. “Go, get out of here.”

“Wait, what are you going to do?” Your eyes widened as Bruce stumbled toward the Batplane.

“It’s your city now. Your battles. Do well my child.” Bruce climbed into the Batplane with what seemed to be the last of his strength. 

You glanced back at the battle below. Your family was outmatched. Swallowing hard, you looked at the plane. Just by looks alone, you knew the weapons were offline. Heck, you bet the autopilot wasn’t working either. Your eyes widened once you realized what he planned to do. 

“Hell no.” You dropped your slingshot and ran forward, hopping into the plane with Bruce.

“(Y/N), get out of here!” Bruce’s eyes flashed a dangerous green. The green of the pit. You swallowed hard, but ignored him. 

“You’re not sacrificing yourself, you idiot. I didn’t get to find out you’re my dad only to let you kill yourself again.” You wrapped your arms around him, but the the cockpit sealed, locking you both inside. 

Bruce coughed again. He let out a moan. “(Y/N), now is not the time to be stubborn. Go!” He reached for button to open the cockpit, but you blocked him. 

“Nope, I’m in here with you.” You saw the Talons moving in on your family. Reaching over, you flicked on the lights of the plane to get their attention. “Guess we’ll just have to survive this together.”

“Bruce! What are you doing?!” Dick’s voice came over the batplane’s comms. Your eyes widened as the Talons climbed toward the plane. 

Bruce wheezed again. “Damn it, (Y/N). Get out of here.”

“N. O. No.” You flinched as a talon appeared in front of the cockpit, pounding on the glass. 

“Wait, (Y/N) is with you?!” Barbara said. The terror in her voice made you shiver. 

“Yes, I’m going to eject their seat. One of you needs to catch them before they hit the ceiling,” Bruce said, turning on the Batplane’s engines.

You growled. “No, I’ll catch Bruce when I eject his seat before impact. Meanwhile, you all should run.”

More Talons appeared, pounding on the glass. Some of their claws were making it through. “(Y/N), I’m giving you an order,” Bruce said softly.

“And I’m ignoring it.” You took your grapple gun in hand, seeing the ejector seat was still working, flashing it’s bright red. Bruce flicked a switch. The Batplane’s engines slowly built to full power. 

“Kid, listen to him,” Jason said, the rare panic in his voice surprised you.

“You won’t be able to stop the ejector seat. We’ll both die on impact.” Bruce took a deep breath. “You have to let me go.”

The hilarity didn’t escape you. “Like you let anything go?” You couldn’t stop your laugh. “I guess we’ll die together then.”

“(Y/N), you promised us.” Tim’s voice made your heart drop. “If this is about you not wanting to live. This is not the time or place to do it.”

Bruce glanced back at you. You didn’t meet his eye as the plane suddenly rocketed forward. “Sorry,” you said before hitting the ejector button for Bruce’s seat and held on tight. 

How you were going to do this, you didn’t know, but the only thing you knew for certain was that Bruce wasn’t going to die today.

***

Your chest hurt like it had been punched several times. You gasped, dust flying into your mouth. 

“Careful. Don’t move.” The voice was so familiar. You opened your eyes, blinking at the bright light somewhere next to you. 

“It hurts.” You coughed, choking on the dust. “I can’t move my arm.”

A low chuckle and a wheeze came from beside you. “You still have circulation, but it’s broken. I got a splint on it for now.”

Your eyes adjusted and you took in Bruce’s bearded face. Blood dripped down from a cut on his head. He still had the stab wound in his chest, but it appeared to have been treated. You recognized the gauze from the first aid kit in your belt.

His hand rested on your forehead. A smile pulled at his lips. “You miscalculated our landing slightly, but overall we survived. We’re still trapped though.” He looked up. You took in the rocks around you. Panic slowly crawled up inside you. “I set a distress call through your comm. We should be found soon.”

You hummed, shifting. Sharp pain shot through your chest and legs. “Ouch.”

“I said don’t move.” Bruce’s hand stayed on your forehead. “I can’t believe you did something so risky.”

“I can’t believe you were going to kill yourself after you got another chance at life.” You narrowed your eyes at him. 

Bruce snorted in response. He pursed his lips. “Is what Tim said true?”

You frowned, staring at the rock above you. “What did he say? I’m sorry, I don’t remember. I was too busy figuring out how to get you out alive.”

“Did you try to kill yourself?” Bruce stared at you, searching for answers. “Tell me.”

You let out a breath. Your eyes burned. “Does it matter? I’m not going to try again. My therapist is helping me with it.” 

“Why?” 

You looked back at him. The grief in his eyes made your heart ache. “Well, I...I felt like I was hated...by you. You didn’t want me to know you were my dad until after you died.” Tears filled your eyes. “What if I wasn’t worthy? What if you never really wanted me and just took me in out of obligation?” 

Bruce shook his head. “No.” He stroked your hair. “I was afraid you would reject me. You always said you hated your parents, that you wouldn’t forgive them. I didn’t want to ruin the family you made with us.”

You chuckled, wincing when it hurt your ribs. “So we were both afraid of the same thing?”

He smiled. “I guess.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead. “I’m so proud of you.”

The rocks above you shifted. Bruce tensed, looking up. “Hopefully, they called in Superman to dig us out,” you said, reaching with your good hand to grab his. 

Bruce winced when the rocks shifted again. “If they don’t make it all collapse on us. Just our luck they got Superboy instead.” 

You laughed, gasping when it hurt. “Don’t make me laugh.”

Bruce chuckled softly. “Sorry.” He sighed, coughing a little. “Now tell me what’s been going on since I’ve been...gone.”

You snorted at the phrase. “Well, do you want the story in chorological order or just highlights?” 

Bruce rolled his eyes. “(Y/N), you might as well tell me the whole story. We aren’t going anywhere soon.”

You swallowed as the rock shifted again. A bit of dust fell. “Okay, well...” You started in on the story, hoping to forget about the tons of rocks shifting above. Bruce tightened his hands around yours, listening to your every word.

***

Six Months Later...

“Hurry up, Bruce,” you said, turning back to see him several feet behind you. The climb up the mountain had been steep, but the view was worth it. “It’s beautiful up here.” 

“I’m coming.” He panted, jogging up to you. A cough slipped out of him. You patted his back.

Bruce had recovered somewhat from the pit. He would never be Batman again, but he was getting stronger every day. Even the nightmares had faded somewhat.

“It is beautiful. Worth the climb.” Bruce flopped his arm around your shoulders, looking out at the view. 

You were doing better. Your therapist helped you work through things and your body healed. Of course, having a second chance with Bruce assisted with your recovery as well.

“This road trip was a good idea,” Bruce said after a moment. “I’ll have to thank Alfred.”

You chuckled, leaning into Bruce’s side. Alfred had suggested you and Bruce take a road trip across the USA. A chance to bond and see sights that neither of you thought to see before. 

The others had Gotham covered. They were over being upset with you for risking your life. For the most part anyway. 

You looked out over the mountain range. Nerves bubbled in your stomach. “Yeah, you’ll have to thank him, Dad.”

Bruce tensed, his arm gripped your shoulder. You smiled when you saw tears in his eyes. He pulled you into a tight hug. “I love you, (Y/N).” He kissed your forehead.

“I hope you know I need photo evidence that I made you cry by calling you Dad. Dick won’t believe me otherwise,” you said, laughing when Bruce spun you around.

“Little brat.” Bruce ruffled your hair. You squirmed away from him. Deep down, you knew you had the peace you were looking for and you couldn’t have been happier.

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Manipulation

Jason Todd

Jason takes a deep breath. Everything inside of him wants to tell the truth right now, to apologize on his hands and knees for what he did, but he can’t let the cat out of the bag just yet. Instead, he tries a different tactic. “I love you,” he says. The words come easy. “Do you really want to throw all that away over a one time thing? That I’ll never do again?”

Damian Wayne

You called me a brat.

He’d glare

As far as I’m concerned. I am justified to punish you how I deem fit. I love you, {reader} I just want to make sure you stay safe, but in return, you must trust me No one will love you like I do

His face is pressed against his palms, unable to look at you. “I’m sorry,” he says, voice tiny and muffled. “I don’t know—I didn’t mean to.”

The cheat on you goes unsaid, but both of you hear it. Dick had told you he was over Starfire—Kory—a while ago, that it was just you and him. Except he’d messed up. He’d slept with her; cheated on you.

“Please,” he says, dropping his hands, “I can’t lose you.” His voice breaks. He was using his trauma against you.

Tim Drake

“What do you want, Drake?” she asks, and he’s taken off guard by the question. He trails off—you caught him off guard, that glare of yours.

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“You’re not going to answer me, huh?” Tim sighs, rubbing his eyes as he leans against the edge of the building. He could just leave, if you don’t reply. He’d rather not, but he can’t just stand around forever—that’s not what he does. That’s not who he is. “Do you miss us, at all?”

He finally looks at you, the sun behind your back silhouetting you. “Do you think it can work again?”

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[wandalfnation]

A Simple Favour

Pairing: Bruce Wayne X Reader

Word Count: 1.5k+

Rating: PG

Summary: This is the story of a budding relationship between a man and a woman. A woman who owes a very dangerous man a very, very big favour. 

Warnings: Nothing so far!

Gotham city. One of the biggest cities in the world. Every second a million different things were happening. Both good and bad. You? You’re almost sprinting down the street as your hand is gripping your hat to keep it on your head. 

You surely look a mess, with your fly away hairs, the steady trickle of sweat running down your forehead and your mislaid clothes. Yet, the second you run into the cafe, his eyes light up. The corners of his mouth turn up into a smile as he stands up from the small table, waving you over. 

“I’m so sorry I’m late, Bruce. You know how hectic work can be.” You’re in the middle of hurriedly apologising when he places his hand on your shoulder. 

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t waiting long.” 

You let out a breath, taking a second to gather yourself as you sit in the seat he held out for you. Sitting back down, he pours you a glass of water. 

“Was it Richard again?”

“Yep,” your words sound more like a groan. “I don’t know what he has against me, it’s like he has a vendetta or something.”

Bruce chuckles, sipping at his own glass. The two of you had met around a year ago at a fundraiser. You’d been loitering around the buffet table when he walked in. You hadn’t been paying attention as everyone’s eyes were drawn to the door. You did, however, hear the murmurs going around the room. 

“Gosh, Bruce Wayne with another woman! Will he ever settle down?”

“Late, as always.”

“You know, I heard he’s going broke! Apparently he gives too much away to charity.”

You’d never seen The Bruce Wayne before but he wasn’t difficult to pick out from the crowd. What, with two Russian models hanging off his arms and a cocky, know it all, smirk plastered on his face, you would’ve recognised him from 100 miles away. 

You wish you could say he glanced into your eyes and you instantly knew he was not what he seemed. That he was putting on a playboy persona. But, he didn’t. In fact, he didn’t glance your way once, not even when he came over to grab something from the table. It was like you didn’t exist. 

Luckily for you, these gatherings had never been your thing. You’d come and stayed for an appropriate amount of time, so it was soon after that you were heading for the exit. 

Saying a quick goodbye to your coworkers, you left through the grand doors. Only, you were halfway down the grand steps when you realised you’d left your purse at the buffet. You resist the urge to smack yourself in the face, how could you be so forgetful?

Turning around, you were about to run up the steps when you ran directly into something. 

Well, someone. 

You felt your breath catch in your throat, as your eye trailed up the wide chest to the blue eyes staring down at you. 

Realising it was Bruce Wayne, you jump back and instantly start to apologise. Now was not the time to get on the bad side of Gotham’s most powerful man! 

“I’m so so sorry, I should’ve been looking where I was going. But I left my purse in there and was so caught up in my th-“

In your rushed words, you’d missed the twitching of Bruce’s lips. 

“Don’t worry, in all honesty it was my fault. I apologise.”

His words catch you off guard. Wasn’t he supposed to be some obnoxious prick? 

Blinking a few times, you direct your eyes down to your shoes. “I-It’s okay.”

There’s a moment of silence but for some reason, it doesn’t feel awkward. 

“So, I’ve been to a lot of these things and have never run into you before.” He says, stepping back slightly. 

“Ah yes, I actually moved here last week. I’m from New York but got the opportunity to come work here for Mr Dwight Halbert.” 

Bruce hums. “Well, I better be going but I hope you settle in well.”

You can’t stop the disappointment from flooding your chest. This is ridiculous, you’ve only just met the guy! So what if he had beautiful eyes? And the most sculptured body you’d ever seen? And a voice that felt like honey?

“Oh, okay. Have a good night Mister Wayne.” You shyly smile, looking away as he turns around and heads down the stairs. 

He just gets to the bottom when he faces you one last time. “I hope to be seeing more of you.”

His words, although simple, leave a smile on your face for days to come. At least you know how he gets all the European models. 

“Y’know, I could totally get him fired.” Bruce says, hiding his smile behind his mug. His words bring you back to the current time, the cafe, your tardiness. 

“If only I didn’t have a moral code.” You sigh, shaking your head. 

Bruce chuckles, handing you a menu. 

Your ‘lunch date’ went well, as usual. After meeting him at the fundraiser, you found yourself randomly bumping into him. Three bus stops, two trains and six aisles later. Places he usually never goes to, but you don’t need to know that. Soon after, he asked you to lunch. Casual, of course. 

You’d been meeting up on a weekly basis since. 

You both order your food and get to chatting. At this point, you feel like you know everything there is to know about Bruce Wayne. Yet, you feel like you’re only scraping the surface. Looking into those eyes, you just knew that there was something underneath. Something that very few people got to see. 

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a tintsy, tiny, crush on the man. What, with those eyes, muscles and big strong arms? He could be a male model. Then there’s the way his eyes crinkle up when he smiles at you. How he gently lays his hand on your back in a crowd, a tiny gesture of public intimacy that makes you feel warm and safe. The way your name rolls off his tongue, like it was made just for him to speak. 

Okay, maybe you’re totally whipped for him. 

You try to stop the tug on your heart as you realise the undeniable truth. He certainly doesn’t like you like that. He merely sees you as a close friend. I mean, after six months of casual lunch meets, he surely would’ve said something if he wanted something more. Right? (models lol)

Lunch comes to an end far too quickly and you’re left already yearning for the next chance you get to see him. Glancing into your handbag, you reach for your purse. That isn’t there. 

“Ah shit,” you sigh, closing your eyes in frustration. “I left my purse at work.”

“That’s okay,” Bruce smiles. “I’ll pay.”

You go to resist but he’s already standing up. “But that means you owe me a favour.”

You suck in a breath as you instantly picture that moment from all those years ago. The green hair, purple suit, manic laughter and the inarguable fear you felt. A shiver runs down your spine as your face drops. For a second, you go white as a sheet. However, you quickly recover. The moment finishes as soon as it starts, as you quickly lift your lips up into a smile. It’s so brief that any normal person would’ve missed it. But not Bruce. 

His eyebrows furrow in worry, as he’s struck off guard. He goes to comfort you when you suddenly stand from your seat.

“T-Thank you Bruce.” You stumble over your first few words but regain your composure swiftly. “I’ll shout lunch next time.” 

“Of course.” 

That’s another thing you like about Bruce. He never makes you feel like less when it comes to money (or anything, really). The first time you met for lunch he tried to pay on your behalf but you denied him, insisting that you were equals and therefore, you could pay for your own meal. He caught on quickly and has happily split the bill with you ever since. You often found yourself forgetting just how loaded he is. He never used his money in a bragging type way and if it weren’t for the expensive cars or luxurious suits, you wouldn’t even know he was the richest man in Gotham. 

After paying the bill, you and Bruce say your goodbye and head off in different directions. It was always bitter when you were forced to part ways but what else could you do? It’s not like you were his girlfriend. You couldn’t just meet him at Wayne Manor and spend the night together.

You’re pulled from your upsetting thoughts when you receive a phone call from an anonymous number. Letting out a quick sign, you pick the phone up and go to speak, when you hear it.

“Hello lovely.”

You’d recognise that voice anywhere.

Stopping your hand from shaking too much, you take in a breath, and try to calm yourself down.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” The question is followed by laughter. A laugh much too dramatic for such a simple joke. If it can even be called that.

“I do have the right number, don’t I?”

You feel a shiver with each syllable. 

“Yes.” You finally get your voice back and reply. “Are you finally using your favour, Joker?” 

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[deaddovedecadence]

what about a mob batfam! au?

Bruce: The big Boss

Dick: The underboss of drugs

Jason: the sibling that ran away and is working to take them down (he’s going to get kidnapped back tbh)

Cass: enforcer

Tim: The right hand

Duke: underboss of money laundering

Damian: the soon to be left hand

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how does this become yandere you may be thinking. What if Jason makes a friend and the entire family is suspicious only to realize that you genuinely care about him like they do (just less possessively ofc) and they’re like “if we bring them home then we can get jason too”

(BTW the author hates cops and cops will be portrayed negatively in this story)

UPDATE: There is an actually story for this now! here or if you prefer ao3 here

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[pynkgothicka]

Yandere Bruce Wayne x Criminal Reader x Yandere Nightwing NSFW

Yandere Bruce Wayne x Criminal Reader x Yandere Nightwing

a/n: I'm getting everything that's going to be a headcanon out of the way, so you guys don't expect less from me

Tags/Warnings: NONCON, KIDNAPPING, harsh language

You were a small criminal, usually hired by the bigger villains to aid in heists and whatever weird shit they had in store

So when you are hired for a heist in Bludhaven, you assume it's going to be quick and easy. But Nightwing has other plans

He sees you and instantly becomes attached. He beats up your hirer and locks you, and only you up. Using the lame excuse of "Sorry but you're a repeat offender, doesn't that make locking you up more important than everyone else?"

Dick phones up Bruce and gushes about how he's found another person who he likes and that he feels like this is going to be the one. Bruce was skeptical of this and asked Nightwing to bring them in for questioning. Everyone knew that Dick was noncommittal when it came to relationships

When Dick arrives at the Batcave with you, Bruce sees the appeal and he'll admit it, and falls in love.

"Dick, how about we make a deal?"

Bruce claims that they can share you. It wouldn't be anything like a combative thing. Just that when the other is done with you or is busy, the other would take you. That way both get what they want and you'll never be alone and with all those villains again. They're lucky that they didn't corrupt your mind too much and they could still technically brainwash you.

When you came too, they both posed their deal. And you of course freaked out and started yelling and screaming for them to stay away from you and how they kidnapped you. All you needed was the money to pay off your rent for the month and that you didn't even know who hired you. They wanted you to be some mindless doll for them to pass around and play with.

But both write it off as a bunch of excuses and just start touching you. All while you were tied down and unable to move.

🕸️ NSFW 🕸️

They'd been going at it for hours, filling every hole of yours with cum. Right now Dick was in your mouth while Bruce took your ass after Dick fucked you silly. Dick kept taunting you about how defiant you were before, yet you were such a slut as soon as you got some dick in you.

Dick pulled you by your hair off his cock and leaned down in front of you. "What's my name again?" He spat into your face.

"Master!" You screamed out and Bruce's pace increased, hitting all the right spots. He groaned as you clenched around him, holding him in.

"And whose the guy fucking you name?"

"Daddy-" You gripped onto Dick's shoulders pulling him in, as Bruce was approaching his orgasm.

"Looks like Daddy's gonna fucking fill up that lil hole again. You want Masters cock in that mouth again?" Dick moved your head towards his leaking head as you nodded your head frantically. Dick shoved himself back into your mouth, and started fucking your face at a rapid pace.

Both of them came with a loud groan. Dick brushed your hair out of your fucked out face as the Batalarm resounded. Bruce pulled out of you, scooping up some of the cum that slipped out and pushed it back inside you.

"I have to go take care of this, take care of her while I'm out."

"Trust me she's going to be perfectly fine."

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[bats4bruce]

serein.

Summary: Returning home from the battlefield of Iraq, Sabrina finds herself adrift in a world she no longer recognizes. Battling demons both internal and external, she seeks solace in the company of her faithful companion, Zion, a German shepherd who has stood by her side through thick and thin. But when Sabrina's path crosses with that of the enigmatic billionaire Bruce Wayne, her life takes an unexpected turn. Drawn to each other by shared pain and a longing for connection, they find themselves entangled in a dangerous game of love and deception. As Sabrina grapples with her growing feelings for Bruce, she must also confront the demons of her past, including her former comrade-in-arms turned nemesis, the Joker. Unraveling the mystery of her own identity, Sabrina discovers that the line between hero and villain is not always clear-cut.

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, self-harm, suicide, loss of a loved one, graphic depictions of torture, smut (not in this chapter), intense emotion, CC X OC, Already set female character. Mentions of war.

Extras: Hello! This is my own personal comic I've made! I really wanted to share it; I hope someone enjoys it! This follows the event of The Dark Night trilogy, but eventually, it just follows the basic comics. I love writing, and if anyone wants an 'X reader' request, let me know!! Please let me know what you think! The chapters will get longer as it goes on, just hard to start!

Word count: 1.76k

Prologue.

A sickly snap as the recoil pad of a rifle came into contact with the face of Major Sabrina Swayer, the man laughed as she let out a groan. Her eyes could only make out the sun shining in through the flaps of the small hut, it had been hours of this, getting hit & smacked by guns but it was nowhere as bad as it was going to get. The man retreated, engaging in a hushed conversation in a foreign tongue that echoed in aggression. Sabrina bound to a wooden chair, hunched forward in a desperate attempt to comprehend the situation. Beside her, Jack Napier, a fellow soldier at a lower rank, sat confined in a similar predicament.

Sabrina's heart raced, her mind calculating every possible move. She yearned to reach out to Jack, to assure herself of his safety, but instinct and training cautioned against drawing attention to him. Any interference might exacerbate their plight, subjecting Jack to heightened danger.

Listening intently to the captors' foreign dialogue, Sabrina cautiously worked on the rope that bound her hands together. The knot was crude, a rudimentary lariat loop, barely a match for her well-honed skills acquired through rigorous military training. Despite the urgency, she moved with deliberate precision, suppressing the urgency that gnawed at her, aware that any hasty action might trigger unwanted attention.

Focusing intently, Sabrina's fingers deftly navigated the bindings, methodically manipulating the coarse fibers, their edges chafing against her skin. The room's stifling air seemed to amplify the seconds ticking by, heightening the tension that coiled within her. Her senses sharpened, taking in every detail—the musty scent of mildew that lingered in the air, the creaking protest of the dilapidated chair beneath her, and the coarse texture of the rope as it gradually yielded to her careful manipulation. Jack's presence beside her, though silent, served as a reassurance amid the impending danger. Yet, Sabrina remained focused on her task, each practiced movement bringing her closer to freedom.

The foreign exchange among their captors escalated, voices rising in urgency. Sensing an opportune moment, Sabrina's persistence paid off as the last strand of the rope relented under her skillful hands. With a controlled breath, she subtly eased her hands free, concealing the newfound freedom beneath the cover of her body. The two men seemed to sense something outside and rushed without a second glance at Sabrina, who urgently went to her feet, untying them. "Napier." She harshly whispered as she stood. Sabrina's eyes were bloodshot, she was bleeding but the sources were too many to count. Adrenaline was the only thing she was running off, as bullets lodged in her shoulder seemed to be a reminder of the six hours she spent not doing a damn but taking the assault. Sabrina went behind the chair Jack sat, and though he was unresponsive, she untied him. His body slumped forward, and Sabrina was quick as she picked his body up. No pulse, as far as she could feel. She looked at his face, deep scars and blood painted him. Setting him down gently, Sabrina went and untied the fifteen other soldiers that decorated the room. Some alive, some dead… Some in between. The live soldiers were quick to help, and Sabrina gave them simple orders.

"Take the bodies, alive or dead, and drag them out. Wait for my signal, stay." Sabrina warned, before peeking her head out of the hut. It was a camp, not of military, just of men from a village most likely. The sun blinded her, and the air stunk. Sabrina's gear had been stripped off, leaving her weaponless. A man passed by, seemingly not noticing her, Sabrina pounced. Grabbing his neck, a sick crack was enough before she grabbed the handgun he held. A shot was fired from beside her, nearly hitting her, and she quickly shot back. The man fell, and his face exploded as more men came out to see the commotion.

Running towards her, she was outnumbered. Sabrina shot, fought, anything she could. Swiping the feet from under a few men, she shot them before their bodies touched the ground. Amid this hostile terrain, Sabrina held steadfast to her purpose, her mission etched in her determined gaze. Her task beckoned a singular objective that superseded the language barrier and the sweltering heat. Amidst the encroaching danger, her resolve remained unshaken, her focus unwavering on the goal ahead.

"Let's go," Sabrina exhaled, her voice strained as she stepped back into the shelter of the hut. The soldiers hurriedly gathered the wounded and deceased, their urgency a stark contrast to the tension that lingered in the air.

With a determined but steady hand, Sabrina approached Jack's motionless form once again, a rush of emotions flooding her at the sight. Her heart clenched in silent apprehension as she checked for signs of life, seeking solace in the faint flicker of hope. Feeling a faint pulse, relief washed over her, a fragile smile of gratitude playing on her lips. Gathering her resolve, she gently cradled Jack, his weight heavy against her, yet her determination to protect him outweighed the physical strain. With a firm grip and a sense of purpose, she hoisted him over her good shoulder.

Despite the inner turmoil raging around in her, Sabrina's focus remained fixed on the task at hand, her instincts driving her to protect her lower comrades at all costs. The weight of Jack's body served as a grim reminder. The line of soldiers filing out of the makeshift camp with their peers on their shoulders or backs was a sight to see. In war, it's a man-eats-man world and Sabrina had made sure each man in that fucking camp got bitten.

Major Swayer hadn't intended to be a part of this squad. As a green beret, her place was miles away, but life's twists and turns had led her here, amidst a group of low-level soldiers. The irony wasn't lost on her – how fate had a way of steering one's course unexpectedly. Separated by miles from her designated unit and unaccompanied by her trusted K9 companion, Zion—a rarity in itself—Sabrina found herself like this, bloodied and carrying her injured Jack.

The encounter with Jack in the quiet of the night had been innocuous, a mere check-in to ensure his well-being. Yet, unbeknownst to her, her presence hadn't gone unnoticed. Her misplaced visit had unwittingly drawn unwanted attention, setting off a chain of events she couldn't have foreseen. As she grappled with the consequences of her unintended actions, a storm of emotions raged within her. Regret gnawed at her, a bitter taste of remorse that mingled with a sense of responsibility for the situation that had unfolded. The weight of her mistake pressed heavily upon her shoulders, a burden she carried with a sense of deep regret.

Amidst the turmoil of emotions, there was a resolute determination etched in her expression. Sabrina's vow to herself echoed with unwavering resolve; she would never allow such a misstep again. The gravity of the moment embedded itself within her, a lesson learned in the harshest of circumstances—one she swore never to forget.

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