#dcamu x reader

[jupiter-letters]

Dating Bruce Wayne would include:

Fem! or GN! Reader TW: None

A/N: I have a lot of thoughts about Bruce as you can see, he's a complicated guy. I wouldn't say he's super romantic like the other guys I've written, he's like a slow burn kinda guy. I can see why people like him but I'm still on the fence if I'd date him fr fr.

I won't sugarcoat it, it'll be a rocky road dating Bruce but it's not impossible. Unlike Clark, Batman is who he is and Bruce Wayne is what he can do. The mission always comes first, so him taking time to dedicate to you is special. It's a lot protecting the city and being the backbone of the league.

He is consistently booked and busy, nobody can do what he does so he always has do things himself. It can be difficult for him to ask for help or just allow people to do things for him. In and out of the costume he's got a lot of walls up. He may seem cold on the surface but he feels very deeply. The death of his parents really stunted him emotionally so it will take some time to soften him up.

In terms of a partner ideally he'd need someone with some softness to file down those hard edges he has. Even if his partner isn't soft he provide that comfort and warmth in his own way over time. He's spent most of his life keeping people at an telephone pole's length away(except Alfred of course).

Physical touch with a partner will feel foreign, all the batfam like to hug him and stuff but their the ones intiating most of the time. That will also be the case for you, you'd have to hug him first if you want to touch him. The longer your relationship goes you'll be able to tell when he wants to be hugged or kissed just from the lingering looks he gives you. The touches he does give you are long gentle caresses, he loves stroking your cheek with his thumb. Sometimes after a difficult patrol he'll just hold you in his arms and press his forehead against yours.

Staring!! He'll always be staring at you whether you're looking or not. He's kind of like a cat, blinking at you real slow is his way of blowing kisses. The way he looks at you is exclusive to you only! It's so much softer and adoring than his usual scary pokerface staring. In a JL meeting, before everyone knows you're dating they might think he can't stand you. Inside though he's like 💓💗💖💘💝.

You can translate his grumbles and sounds. Bruce isn't the most talkative guy and he's in his head alot. So when he's busy or distracted and you ask him a question you understand his tone. Barry: "So is Bruce gonna be at the Flash parade tomorrow?" Bruce: "Hmm..." You: "Yeah he'll be there!".

The rest of the batfamily notice the effect you've had on him, you managed to crack the coldness he's built over the years. In addition to already liking you they're grateful for you being there for him. They'll even tease you both when you have dinner together. Fake vomitting when Bruce kisses you on the cheek, calling you Mom/Dad/Parent.

If you are another superhero(yes he does have a contingency plan for you) You may butt heads from time to time he may come off as underestimating you but he just wants to protect you by getting ahead of the problem. When he knows your abilities/skills maybe exactly what he needs in a certain situation, he’ll hit you up. He does his best not to hover when you go on solo missions, he will check in over comms at the most random times though. When you do go on missions together, you never notice but he'll stay very close to you.

You've got maximum scary dog privilege when you two go out together but when he goes out as Bruce Wayne he's still gotta put up that raunchy facade. He won't get too frisky with you but he will take the opportunity to flirt a little. He'll whisper little compliments and pick-up lines in your ear when you slow dance together.

Thanks for reading! Lemme know what you think. Please like or reblog if you like my stuff.

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[solar-wing]

⚣ Protective Lover 🥰

⚣✋🏻 A/N → Another idea partly inspired off one of my previous Jason posts. Dude is the definition of scary dog privilege. "and my man, thank you to my man." WARNINGS: Jealous/Possessive Behavior. Minor Swearing and Threats of Violence. Cute Fluff.

⚣✋🏻 Summary → It's no secret: Jason is a jealous and possessive boyfriend. But, many don't think about the benefit that comes along with that. He's hella protective. Sometimes it's overbearing, other times, it's very helpful.

⚣✋🏻 Words → 1.4k

REBLOGS and replies are greatly appreciated, please! 💛

⚣ ENJOY 🥰

At some point, Y/N had gotten used to it. Was it annoying? Yes. Did it feel overbearing at times? Countless. Did he secretly love it and felt the world’s most (concerning) validation from it? Absolutely.

But, when looking at the situation and its circumstances as a whole, it made sense.

When he and Jason first started dating, there was definitely a vibe of him being a gruff but soft teddy bear who was clingy and needy for love and attention when with his chosen lover. But, when around literally anyone else who was not said lover or other people were in the same room as his chosen mate, he’d turn into the world’s scariest guard dog.

It was the general rule of Scary Boyfriend Privilege. Only the designated boyfriend could see their boyfriend’s soft and needy side. Anyone outside that got the ‘murderous if you get too close’ grizzly bear side.

Extremely hot and sexy, but it could be a bit (a lot) much at times. 

Y/N tried to get Jason to calm down, always showing that he could take care of himself and there was no reason for him to worry. But, living in a city like Gotham and given the vigilante’s past (hence the aforementioned situation and circumstances), there really was no calming him down.

But let’s look on the bright side here. With said privilege and the kind of boyfriend Jason was, Y/N never felt more safe and secure in his life. It was like walking around a video game world with the most overpowered gear on. He was basically untouchable.

Examples? Why, of course!

When it came to school, Y/N always preferred studying and doing his homework with Jason since he would help him stay focused and assist him with subjects that he struggled with. 

Y/N was not the first but certainly the loudest to say that Jason did not get enough credit for how smart he was. Yeah, he typically lived by street smarts, but he was big on book smarts as well. He just had to learn how to communicate the information in ways where it wasn’t confusing for both him and his boyfriend.

Plus, in dating Y/N, he learned the art and benefits of positive reinforcement which anyone could probably imagine taking a magnifying glass to their relationship, it was something the Y/N had to use a lot for Jason. Now, the vigilante was doing the same for his boyfriend by giving him little rewards for finishing his work and getting good grades like take-out dates, letting him play in his hair, and more often than not, a good dic-

PAUSE

Oh for fucks sake, are we doing this again? Why does it have to be PG-13? Well, no one said– Ugh…Fine.

A good fitness workout that involved lots of cardio, sweating, and soreness, but the good kind.

Happy?

But, the week of midterms turned out to be an equally busy week for Jason as well. He was knee-deep in a big crime plot and was getting closer and closer to solving the case. Y/N understood and didn’t want to get in the way of his boyfriend's duties. It still sucked though because it meant he wouldn’t be able to study in his apartment as he’d find way too many ways to get distracted. So, he had no choice but to study on campus, and figured what better place than the library?

Turns out there could have been better places.

Y/N was sitting at a large table by himself with various books in front of him along with his tablet and laptop reviewing his notes for a huge test he had the next morning. He wasn’t the only one who had the idea of going to the library to study as it was packed full of students trying to do last-minute cramming and studying.

Jason, as usual, called him to make sure he was okay and that he had gotten to the library safely even though Y/N was well aware his boyfriend had many different ways of tracking him and making sure he was where he was supposed to be. At first, he found it creepy, but when he got to know Jason’s family, he understood.

When Jason didn’t hang up the phone long after Y/N had already sat down and began reviewing, he decided he wasn’t going to hang up either, feeling more relaxed and calm while hearing his boyfriend’s voice and breathing through his earphones.

Now and then, Jason would call his name and check to make sure he was focusing and not slacking off or scrolling on social media and Y/N would turn and scold him for trying to check him when he should have been focused on fighting criminals.

“That’s the thing, babe. I can focus on more than two tasks at the same time. You, on the other hand, still can’t manage to focus on one task for more than 10 minutes without getting distracted by something else like your favorite song and flooding our apartment.”

“I told you to let the bathtub thing go!” Y/N whispered loudly into his earbud mic with a goofy smile on his face still.

“I will never let the bathtub thing go.”

They continued their playful back and forth while Y/N continued studying until he was interrupted by another student, a guy from one of his history classes. This guy was more or less a bit annoying and creepy and had been bothering Y/N for a while with his persistent quest to ask him out.

No matter how many times he rejected him, the guy always tried again and again. He never got forceful, or at least he never had the chance since Y/N always made sure there were people around or that he got to an area where other people were nearby just in case he tried something.

He wasn’t judging him, but he took Jason’s words and lessons very seriously when it came to his safety. He’d seen enough of his boyfriend’s cases where people didn’t take the necessary steps to keep themselves protected and safe because they didn’t imagine it would ‘go that far.’

The creep only left him alone when he saw Jason was with him. Truthfully, many people tended to steer clear of Y/N and his massively scary boyfriend whenever he was with them on campus besides his friends. They were even put off by Jason at times whenever they hung out with their friend cause they’d catch him at times giving them weird looks and glares if they touched or just got too close to his boyfriend for his liking.

Plus, after the one incident of the guy who tried to pick a fight with Y/N and pushed him, thus having to deal with Jason in the aftermath, everyone learned it was just better to steer clear.

So, when Jason wasn’t anywhere in sight, Y/N’s creepy stalker saw it as a perfect moment for him to try and make a move on his classmate, not expecting the very person he was hoping to avoid being on the phone the entire time.

It wasn’t until he saw Y/N unplug his earphones and hand him his phone that he realized he was indeed on a call, and after receiving possibly the most violently worded threat he had ever heard he decided there were plenty of other fish in the sea.

He handed the phone over to its owner before scurrying off like a scared mouse, Y/N watching with a confused but also amused and relieved look.

“Hi baby,” Jason immediately responded to Y/N’s ‘hello’ in his little delightful and excited tone whenever he heard his boyfriend’s voice.

“Jason, what did you say to him?” Y/N immediately asked.

“Hey! It’s babe, baby, sexy, honey, or Jay at the slightest to you, mister. Only my family calls me that.”

“Jason…”

“Babeee, stop it! I don’t consent to this treatment. No means no!” Jason protested in a whiny voice.

“You’re such a baby,” Y/N chuckled.

“Only for you, hot stuff. But we’ll be having a long talk when I get home about you not telling me about creepy guys bothering you.”

“How did you know?”

“Babe, you know who you’re dating, right? There never will be something that bothers you that I won’t know about. I’m always gonna protect you, even if it annoys the hell out of you.”

Y/N couldn’t stop the big smile spreading across his face at his boyfriend’s words, knowing he meant every single one. Jason would always be his protective lover.

☀️ | Jason Todd/Red Hood | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

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[likebatsoutofhell]

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[dead-sane-stuff]

Y/N: just remember this Deathstroke, what comes around, is ALL around !!!

Dick and Damian: ...

Slade: Dont you mean what goes around comes around?

Y/N : .... YOUR NOT GETTING THE LAST WORD IN.

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[klwrites]

Young Love part 1/3 (Damian Wayne)

This can be the the first day of what ever grade you’d like! College even

Damian marched into his honors chemistry class expecting to get into the biggest waste of his time. Immediately when the teacher started to speak he started fidgeting with the items prepared at each lab table. One careless bored move after the next, flames emerge. The sprinklers went off and students yelled as the flames spread.

Fuck fuck fuck

The fire was spreading fast, but Damian made it out the classroom, making sure everyone else left first. He frantically looked around for anyone in distress, and noticed the school was filled with smoke and there were more flames across the school.

There must be two fires then.

Regardless of not having his suit, Damian went into the flames to investigate. After going in and out to bring hurt students to safety, he searched the firey hallways. Nearly out of breath, he finally found a clue.

“What are you doing?” He shouted, expecting someone more criminal.

“Get away! Save yourself!” You sternly yelled, desperate to not hurt anyone in this incomprehensible accident.

Damian paused, slowly letting his arms down to see better. There you were, a teenage girl, flames coming cracks out of your face, tears streaming. Why did Damian’s heart hurt?

“Are you going to be okay if I did that?” He questioned.

“I.. I don’t know.”

“I’m staying,” He coughed. “I can help you, trust me.”

What the fuck is wrong with her?

“Everyone is out of the building but me. Trust me.” Damian reassured.

He looked down at his phone, Bruce sent him multiple worried messages, the last one being “on my way”. Damian sighed and put his phone away.

“We need to leave now, otherwise The Batman will think you did this on purpose or something.”

Your horrified eyes got wider. “Oh my god I’m a criminal.”

“No. Not if you get us out of here.” He coughed.

All the exits were blocked by fire, where could they escape? He stood behind you, impatiently waiting to get out of the building. You were unsure what to do, you had no control over the firey blasts coming from you. But for the first time, metaphorically and physically, someone was standing with you. You closed your eyes and focused on the blank void in your eyelids. Taking a deep breath and opening your eyes you shot your hand forward, letting a path through the fire slowly open.

“Just like that! Just a little more!” Damian shouted,

You yelled in pain, breaking more of the fire apart.

Damian gasped, looking over to you right as you fell unconscious. Without skipping a beat, he caught you and ran. He ran deep into the woods, trying to be sure no one could catch them. He looked behind him, the schools fire was spreading through Gotham. Setting you down, he moved the hair out of your face and stared with a judgmental look on his face. Then he put forward his hand to check your pulse. Still here. She’s the reason the city is on the verge of complete flames, yet he feels at complete peace sitting there in the woods with her.

You opened your eyes, finding yourself in a large dark room. In the corner was a figure sitting with his back turned at a desk. You stretched before setting your feet on the ground. You noticed the burn holes in your shoes, then pants, then sweatshirt. Then you remembered everything. You quickly looked up as there was a knock on the door.

“Damian! What’s going on?!” A deep voice yelled.

“Shit shit shit shit shit” whispered Damian. “We have to get out of here.”

“What?”

He put his hand over your mouth and used his hand to move your towards the window.

“Do what I do.” Damian instructed.

You jumped towards the ground and followed him through a long forest followed by a tall stone wall surrounding the place. After we made it through he turned to you and placed a finger over his mouth then you followed him to a dark secluded alley. Damian looked around making sure it was safe, then placed the hood over his head.

“What’s going on? Where am I? Who are-“

“Look, the city is on fire, and it won’t stop burning. No amounts of water will stop it and everyone on the streets of Gotham is looking for you. Stop the fire now.”

You what?

“What do you mean the fire won’t go out?” You asked in disbelief.

“Nothing is stopping it. I know it has to be you.”

A part of you wanted to coward away into the fire and die with it, but something the feeling of looking around this man makes you feel okay.

“Not to mention they have footage of you… everyone knows it’s you.”

You stare blankly at the streets on fire,

“I…” you pause.

“I’m not leaving you until this is over.” Damian sternly stated. He placed a hand on your shoulder.

You turned to him, your eyes softened, you felt a warm sensation in your chest- a good one.

“Do you meditate?” Damian asked,

For some reason he feels the need to help you. He relates to you almost. Maybe he sees what you could become, or maybe he could you had no sense of home like he did. Whatever it was it made him feel like risking everything for you.

“No?”

“Before I came here, I stayed somewhere far away from everyone and everything so I could live with myself and control myself. All through meditation. Sit with me please, do what I do again.”

You sat in-front of him mirroring his pose and shutting your eyes.

“Starting at your feet, take a minute to think about how every part of your body feels. Slowly work your way up.”

After a long period of silence, Damian continued the instructions.

“Slowly open your eyes now. I want you to identify the things you see to yourself right now. Just list everything you see, don’t think much.”

The trash. The rocks. The fire. God the fire. There’s a spider web, or maybe a Cobb web? And fire. So much fire.

You started to breath fast and heavy, waves of panic took over your body. You had to stop all of this fire? You didn’t even know how to start it.

“Hey, look at me. Not the fire. I’m right here, what do you see on me?”

Black hair. Spiky black hair. Tan skin. Dark eyes. Stern sharp eyes. He was like a black cat.

“Close your eyes again.”

You almost didn’t want to.

“Feel inside of you again. Think of what you feel. What did you see? How does it connect to the noise you hear right now?”

You could feel it. The fire. It was there in your core, burning. The burning got hotter and hotter until you opened your eyes, nearly in pain. The fire had gone out more, and weakens around you.

“That’s it. You’re in tune.” Damian smiled.

But it hurts.

You took a deep breath, and kept going.

Damian could tell it hurt, he understood the burning that gets worse when things get better.

“It’s all going to be okay.”

The fire eventually went out on one street, but there’s a lot more to Gotham then that. You and Damian decided to lay low overnight so you could get energy back before taking down more. You were still an enemy of the city, and who could blame them? It was night three of being on the run that you thought to ask his name.

Damian’s admiration for you grew, he spent all day trying to find more ways to help you control this curse. His phone was going off nearly every five minutes, you would just watch as he’d pause what he was saying, grumbled, looked at his phone, sighed, and type.

“Bruce, have you seen the news that just came out?” Alfred asked.

“No, is is about Damian?”

The poor man had been searching day and night for his son.

“Yes sir. I was watching the news and a video recording of last night came up, she was in an alley way and master Damian was clearly behind her…”

That confirmed Bruce’s instincts. His son was kidnapped, and he would do everything in his way to get him back. Without any words he stood from his desk, walked over to his weapons, and started packing his most obscure ones.

“Sir?”

“I will tear Gotham apart to find my son.”

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[lunasfics]

hello! i'm luna, and i'm currently working on a batfam/superfam fic where reader is a clone made from dna of Bruce and Clark! It'll be posted in a few days, i'm relatively new to this, so i hope to make friends and gain mutuals soon! i'm thinking about posting a preview, should i?

(just to clarify, it is not a bruce x clark fic, though i did have a lot of fun making jokes about it LMAO)

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[coolgirl32]

How would nightmare aka Jacqulyn aka batmom get angry at her family

Bruce

It all started when Bruce was being patched up by dick he was attacked by the zombie things that were working for the court of owls Bruce was waiting for Damian to come home so he could give Damian a Stern lecture and to ground him that's when Damian appeared in his room thinking no one was there when Bruce turned on the lights he asked Damian where he was Damian told his father he was just out Bruce then saw the sai Damian was hiding

That's when Bruce and Damian started arguing Bruce said some things Damian said some things. After Bruce said that if Damian ever tries to sneak out and do patrol on his own again he'll be sent to a School in Switzerland and before Bruce could say anything else his wife Jacqulyn appeared with a angry expression on her face. And that's when he heard her say it his full name Bruce Thomas Wayne he had never ever heard her say his full name like that in a long time the first time was when she got mad at him for yelling at Jason back then he hoped she never did it again because it freaked him out but he was surprised and all he could see was rage and anger but also hurt and pain of course his wife made him apologize to Damian and she made Damian apologize to Bruce she even gave them a lecture on that they are family in that family sticks together and that Damian needs to go outside once in awhile and that she understands that there are dangerous people out there looking for Bruce and for the rest of the Wayne family she also told him that it wasn't a good idea to threaten his own kids if he wants to be a good father he has to take this a gentler approach be tough but be fair

Dick

It all started after dick and Damien first met dick was being patched up by Alfred dick was very upset at Bruce because Bruce well actually Jacqulyn gave all those lectures about using protection and using birth control dick felt a little pain Alfred being concerned asked dick if he was okay dick answered Alfred by saying he could take the cut Damian said something insulting to dick before Dick could say anything he heard the three words he never wanted to hear from his own adopted mother his full name Richard John Grayson his eyes widen when he heard them from his own adopted mother and looked at her he could tell she was not happy that he was about to say something to Damian Jacqulyn then gave dick a lecture about being a better big brother and that Damian is his little brother now and that he needs to act like an adult and not like a child and need to think about how he would feel if somebody said all those things to him dick thought about it and understood that he wouldn't feel good about it so he apologized to Damian. Damian wanted to say something but he had a little respect for Jacqulyn

Jason

It all started after Jason resurrected from the dead and learn that Bruce didn't kill the joker and grieve Jason's death so after a few weeks of planning and becoming the Red Hood Jason was finally face to face with his adopted father and adopted mother of course his father being upset but when he looked at his adopted mother he knew something wasn't right there was anger and sadness and you could tell that she's been grieving and crying but that's when he heard it those three words Jason Peter Todd his full name Jacqulyn had never said his full name before only when she gets angry but that was rare but this felt different he felt guilty so when Jacqulyn gave Jason a lecture on that he cannot kill innocent people and he cannot just throw a little hissy fit because he's not getting his way and he cannot play God because it's wrong and she raised him better than that Jason understood and knew better than to piss his adopted mother off so he gave her a hug and apologize to her and Bruce so after they went back to the manor Jason started going to therapy and started to think about things that he's done that was wrong

Tim

It all started when Tim was having his sleep paralysis and him drinking too much coffee of course everybody tried getting him to sleep so when is adopted mother walked in his room and tried to get him to go to sleep he snapped and yelled at her which to be honest was a very stupid idea 1. Yelling at his mom is a wrong thing and 2. He forgot that his own adopted mother was from Mississippi so when he heard his full name being called by his own adopted mother he knew he fucked up he had never heard her call him by his full name which was Timothy Jackson Drake and when he looked at her he could tell there was anger in her eyes and the look of what did you say he knew he had to fix things up so when he went to his bed and went to sleep he knew he had to apologize the next morning and he did and he told his adopted mother and everybody else that he will change

Damian

It all started after Damian's 15th birthday Damian was a teenager now and as all teenagers they all have attitude apparently Damian was in one of his bad moods everything was not going as planned this morning he stumped his toe and then he bumped into Tim where Tim accidentally spilled his coffee on Damian but the last straw was when his adopted mom Jacqulyn walked in and try to say hi to him with a smile on her face apparently Damian accidentally yelled at her and that's when he heard it his full name Damian Thomas Wayne he had never heard her say his full name not ever since he was 8 years old he immediately apologized to her Jacqulyn then gave Damian a lecture that if he's having a bad day he needs to breathe and go somewhere by himself so he can calm down he immediately apologized again and then he apologized to everyone else he knew not to yell at his adopted mother ever again that day

And that is how nightmare would get angry at her family I hope you all love this also please don't judge

#dcamu x my oc jacqulyn aka nightmare #bruce wayne x reader

[amourisms]

psa : i’ll be reuploading my ‘souvenir’ wally west fic when i get home because my dumbass accidentally deleted it im so sorry😭

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[angelltheninth]

*Inhale* YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN EEEEE

Do you write for Jaime Reyes from the Blue Beetle movie? He's just UGH so fucking gorgeous and such a goober-simp

So if you do, can I request some smut + fluff with him? 🥺

(I totally think Khaji-da would pipe in when it picks up hormone changes when Jaime's gf gets in the mood lmao)

Oh yeah something like this does happen multiple times in canon for a few versions of Jaime and it's hilarious.

Pairing: Jaime Reyes x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, date night, gentle sex, teasing, blowjob, fingering, clit stimulation

Word count: 1k

A/N: One of my favorite moments of this is in the DCAMU version of Judas Contract.

Jaime pulled out all the stops for your date night. Your favorite food, the candles, a cheesy romcom, with just a dash of it being spicy. A romantic evening away from all the superhero antics he's had to deal with since the Beetle latched onto his back. This night of peace was well deserved.

"A perfect romantic evening. What brought this on Jaime?" You nuzzled into his chest, enjoying the warmth of him.

"I don't need a special occasion to spend a lovely night with my favorite girl." You raised an eyebrow at him, "My mistake, my only girl." Jaime bent down to kiss your forehead right in time for you to fully look up and catch your lips instead. Not that you complained about it. It was an honest mistake.

"Damn right I'm your only girl." You weren't blind to the amount of fans he has so it was nice to hear he thinks so much of you. You kissed him back, feeling his soft lips on yours, tasting the sweetness of the cake you ate almost an hour ago. "Hey, did you know that chocolate is an aphrodisiac?" Jaime chuckled but didn't comment, "It makes people horny in certain quantities. But I have to admit, it's never done much for me."

"Me... neither? Thanks for the interesting fact by the way, I'll be sure to buy more chocolate in the future." Jaime wiggled his eyebrows as he pulled you closer.

"You don't need that. You're doing more then enough in that department." He grinned back at you and pulled closer, your knees touching as the kiss deepened. Your hand traced up to cup his smooth jaw, fingers brushing the slight beginnings of stubble.

Jaime's Beetle beeped right as you were planning to squirm your way onto his lap, "Huh? What are you on about now? Didn't I tell you to be quiet in times like this?" He turned his head over his shoulder and glared down at his back. The Beetle beeped again. "What?!" He looked at you, mouth agape, "How do you know that? No, don't tell me, I don't want to know. Keep that to yourself in the future okay. That's a new rule." Another, longer set of beeps was heard before complete silence.

"You two fight like siblings. It's cute."

"In what universe is it cute to have an alien superweapon stuck to your back?" The Beetle beeped again, and also did something that made Jaime jerk back in pain. "Shush you! Enough."

"Do I want to know?" Many of those conversations were of private nature, so you didn't want to get between your boyfriend and his alien companion. Their friendship was special, and you would make fun of him for it. Jaime looked away when you tried to meet his eyes, "Is it about me?" Bingo. He looked guilty, pressing himself against the couch cushions, away from you.

"It said... that it could sense your hormone levels. That you wish to engage in sexual intercourse with me." Called out by an alien robot weapon. That was a first for you. A shiver went down Jaime's spine, "And apparently I'm in the same boat."

You blinked and then felt yourself blushing as your eyes looked down and saw the bulge in his pants. They were on the comfy side, and yet they still tented.

Now you were the one pulling back to your side of the couch. "I didn't bring condoms for tonight. I didn't expect sex scenes in the movie, or that you'd go shirtless, again." It happened often since he became Blue Beetle. Especially on warm nights like this, it was the best solution to avoid the constant sounds in his head. "Jaime, this is all your fault if you really think about it." You pointed your finger at him in an accusatory manner.

Instead of looking guilty he grinned and surged forward, his mouth wrapping around your finger. You gasped and as soon as you pulled away he grabbed your hand, "It's not my fault I'm hot. You're the one who constantly has her mind in the gutter. If little scenes like the ones in the movie get you horny I can't imagine what you'd do if I did this." Your hips bucked towards his hand as soon as you felt it over your pants. "We don't have condoms, but we would do other things?" He sounded hopeful and how could you say no when he looked at you with those big eyes, and his damn cock reacting to you brushing your leg against it?

"Take these off me. Please, I think they're already ruined." You confessed with no small amount of shame.

There was no care of faience in the way your clothes came off, you wanted to feel each other close. Not much space on the couch, but you could still make it work, with your pussy in his face and his cock right below your wanting mouth.

Jaime made sure to put a soft pillow under his back so he wasn't uncomfortable. "Dipping all over my face already." That wasn't a complaint, as you found out moments later when his fingers pushed inside your pussyhole, "Ease up, there's no cum to get from these." You clenched around them anyway, hips pushing down on them to feel them to the last knuckle.

"No but I can suck it from here." Your tongue circled around the bulbus angry head of his cock, feeling it twitch around the base where your hand gripped him. The first inch you didn't move your tongue at all, enjoying the way Jaime's cock pulsed in your mouth. "Come in my mouth. I want to taste you."

He can't say no when you ask it like that, with your whole mouth bobbing up and down his cock, choking when you bottom out on it. Picking up the pace he fingered you quickly, to the third knuckle every time so every inch of his fingers felt your pussy twitching around them. Jaime pushed down on the couch a little, his tongue flicking over your clit at a better angle. It was better for you to, his slightly curved cock sliding deeper down your throat.

Good thing you already ate because Jaime's cum completely flooded your throat moments later.

#jaime reyes #jaime reyes x reader #jaime reyes x fem!reader #jaime reyes smut #jaime reyes imagine #blue beetle x reader #blue beetle x fem!reader #blue beetle smut #blue beetle imagine #dc comics x reader #dc comics imagine #dc comics headcanons #dc comics smut #x female reader

[apocalypse-shuffle]

HAL JORDAN | GREEN LANTERN (dcamu | generalized canon)

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“Montra” (Hal Jordan x Fem!Reader)

| Hal’s bored but you're really good at capturing his attention (and you’ve been dancing around one another for a while now so why stop now?)

| SFW, gala, infatuated!hal, planning a first date, mutual attraction, reader has short hair (kinda)

| Montra: Olea europaea 'Montra' or the olive in shrub form. (Pic source: Justice League: Throne Of Atlantis animated movie)

| This May be my New Years post (I’m trying) so if it is ✨Happy 2023!✨if I didn’t make it on time then ignore the new year thing (edit: I didn’t make it) I can say this is for Valentine’s Day tho!💚

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Hal is bored out of his mind. Which Bruce had clearly anticipated now that he thought about it. The man had left him alone with a very pointed ‘don’t break anything’ right before they entered the event as guests of honor. Hal had thought Spooky was being ridiculous, he was a grown man, but currently he wasn’t so sure.

Over the course of the night, as even John started to dryly tease him about how much of a brat he was being - and Hal left him alone because he was not going to be bullied - Hal heard Bruce’s words ring truer and truer.

Like a kid he was waiting for the perfect opportunity to mess something up enough that he could be released. As PR supervisor you’d probably get on him about it but he secretly loved when you chewed him out, it was the most attention he got from you and you were very sexy. Even if you did scare him sometimes.

Ultimately you’d put him in a side room until he could leave with the rest of the League and he was more than game for that. The event was for a good cause, don’t get him wrong, but there was only so much gawking one man not at all used to the spotlight while in a rented Armani suit instead of his uniform could handle.

He's tucked himself away by the bar and it’s worked fairly well to keep him out of sight. After all, the only thing that could indicate he wasn’t just some regular smuck was his lantern mask, and all he had to do was keep his head low to hide that. Problem was, that meant he couldn’t talk to anybody without garnering attention. He’s so damn bored he’s started stealing the olives from people’s drinks, snickering as they walk off without noticing.

Okay so he was a bit of a child.

It’s on his sixth go at snatching the olive from some guy's martini that you show up. One second he’s got his hands on a toothpick speared with the motherload of olives and the next his hand is being smacked.

The olives are almost lost to the air as he snatches his right hand away, but his left hand manages to catch it just in time.

“Ow!” he gives you a wide eyed look. “What was that for?”

His small exclamation makes you roll your own eyes, and he resents that a little, he does.

“Lantern, what are you doing?”

You lean against the bar and he can’t help the way his eyes catch on what you’re wearing. It complemented your figure quite nicely.

He clears his throat. “You reserve no right to ask me that question after you just hit me.”

“I reserve every right when you insist on acting like a right fool. What’re you even doing here? You should be on the floor mingling.”

Hal rolls his eyes as you flag down the bartender.

“I mingled for two whole hours, that tires a man out, so I did the responsible adult thing and hid.”

You order before turning back to him and his mind instantly wonders what you’d look like giving him that narrow eyed look in the bedroom. He goes a little pink. Jesus, that’s an image.

“Oh, you're the model of responsibility. Stealing olives is heightened sophistication.”

Hal winks at you, “I hear it’s all the rage with nobility.” and pops the three olives into his mouth.

“And if somebody saw and snapped a picture? There is no nobility here, Lantern.”

He realizes it’s kind of your job to care about how he looks to the public, you were made the PR representative for the Justice League after one too many smear campaigns led by Luther and you were damn good at your job, but he had a thing about being told what to do. He could admit that to himself very readily.

“So what? I get a slap on the wrist and a go get ‘em’ tiger.” He sighs dramatically, “Hardly seems fair.”

Your laugh comes out in a huff as you accept your martini. He points to it.

“Thought you didn’t like martinis?”

You scrunch up your nose; he thinks it’s adorable.

“I don’t, but I hate champagne even more and I need to look the part,” you raise the glass to him slightly. “So I’ll tough it out.”

You pluck the toothpick and olive out of your drink and hand it to him, taking the tiniest sip possible.

He accepts the olive quite happily and eats it. He ends up choking on the damn thing as you gag and he bursts into laughter however.

“Laugh it up, fly boy. You’re still going back on the floor.”

Hal shuts up real quick and you smile at him.

He can’t help but pout when you tug on his sleeve. Flopping off of the bar stool with a huff but allowing you to link your arm with his.

You pull him back into the crowd and Hal kind of wants to whine (just a bit) but you do smell nice, and the heat of your body pressed up against his side makes him flush a little.

Someone beckons you over, she’s a big investor he’s aware of that much, and he goes along with you because he’s got nothing better to do and if he tried to leave he was sure you’d just pull him back anyway. Plus he’s more than happy to bask in your presence.

He leans over, “Do I at least get something for being bossed around?”

You hum at his whisper and the woman finally takes notice of exactly who’s attached to your arm and waves to him excitedly. Hal smiles at her, but it dissipates quickly once her attention’s back on you.

“Like what?”

You hide your response, whispering more to his shoulder than anything, before immediately moving forward to shake the investor’s hand.

As you’re exchanging pleasantries back and forth Hal gladly lets himself fade into the background. Being at these galas always makes him feel moot; out of his element. It’s just that he’d much rather feel like he’s doing something: treaty negotiations, rebuilding efforts, saving people from falling debris and punching bad guys than smiling at people.

Shaking hands so that big decision makers remember to think about the League come elections.

Observing you it’s not hard to see that unlike him you are in your element like this. You’ve been soft spoken since the day he met you but you’ve always been able to capture someone’s attention when you needed to get a job done. It was admirable.

You went up against the League’s opposers almost everyday with nothing but dry wit and the smile you’re giving the investor right now. She asked about something to do with Calendars for Christ (whatever the fuck that was) and going off of your face you were clearly displeased by it so all you did was stonewall her.

Your hair is short so nothing moves at the top of your head except the ornate earrings you're wearing, green jewels bordered by diamonds that catch the light every time you move.

He kind of likes you in green. It dances off of the brown of your skin nicely. He wonders if you’d ever let him use the ring on you. Was the ring designed for shibari? No. But he was willing to make his constructs wrap around like that for you.

Would you be frightened by something so alien or would you jump at the chance to explore it?

Mm. He wants to find out.

The dress you’re wearing is a black gown with big flowing pleats on the bottom, your heels clack every time you shift your feet even though he can’t see them, and all your jewelry is a stark emerald that catches the eye. Simple, elegant, and with the unintended effect of making the two of you look together.

It hadn’t crossed his mind until someone else came over to crash your three person circle and made a comment that he picked up on. You don’t say anything but he’s sure you’ve heard it by the way your jaw clenches before you turn into him.

“Seems we’re garnering quite the buzz,” he says before you can.

You glare up at him. “Seems so. Now answer my earlier question.”

He thinks it over, eyes roving across your face as you stare him down. You weren’t a very physically intimidating woman but the power you held was certainly scary enough.

If he fucked up you could make his life a lot harder.

“How about you let me take you out and I do whatever you want for the rest of the night?” at your dubious look he rushes to keep talking. “Plus, I mean, you did say you needed someone to convince Senator Parker not to go through with Luther’s fake alien communication efforts.”

He raises his eyebrows up at you in invitation and you squint.

“And who better than the space police to delegitimize his cause, hmm? The wealthy love their law enforcement.” You slowly nod your head. “Alright you can take me out, but I don’t skate and I’m putting you to work for it.”

“Deal,” Hal smiles at you and holds his hand out for y’all to shake on it. “I will happily follow your lead.”

True to your word you put him to work right after that. Excusing yourselves from the group that formed around you and then dragging him off to sweet talk Parker right from under Lex’s arm.

He honestly revels in the nasty look Luther shoots your way as you ply the senator with promises of strengthening his image and sly pokes about making correct decisions.

“Do you really want to place the public's trust in you on a man that can’t seem to keep himself out of maximum security prison? What about his latest ploys before he bribed his way back out of confinement says you can trust his claims, Senator?”

You touch the man’s arm and Hal glares at the way it makes him lean into you.

“You were voted into office because of your care for the people, and today I need you to follow through. There are lives in your hands, Senator Parker, all I’m asking is that you think about them before you choose who to listen to.”

You point over to Hal and he can tell that’s his que. When he comes over he isn’t really thinking when he wraps his arm around your waist, effectively causing Parker to back away from you. You don’t move away from him though, and when he glances at you you only nod towards the senator.

He smiles and moves to shake the other’s hand.

“Hello, Senator Parker, I’m one of Earth's resident Green Lanterns and I can assure you that the inhabitants of other planets closest to us don't want some tacky space outreach center being built on their land.”

“Then what do they want Mr. Green Lantern?”

Hal starts to snicker, but you must feel him beginning to shake because there’s an elbow in his side soon after and he rushes to suck it back in.

“I can assure you it’s not humans flaunting our giant superiority complexes.”

He watches how Parker side eyes Luther before getting closer to him, and cheers in his head. His smile widens even more at the honest look that takes over the man’s face.

“Safe, effective and honest communication. That’s all they want. Impeding on their planets isn’t the way to accomplish that,” he chuckles. “And it’ll be waaay less money.”

“Thank you, Ms. L/n for knocking some sense into me. Luther can be very…persuasive but I won’t be making that mistake again,” he turns to nod at Hal. “I also greatly appreciate your input Lantern, I’ll keep your words in mind.”

The two of you stop at a small alcove after Hal exchanges emails with Senator Parker with the stipulation that he remembers Hal’s only earthside every so often and won’t be able to respond immediately.

���You’re really good at that,” Hal divulges.

You raise an eyebrow in question while going through your phone with hurried swipes. From his angle all Hal can make out is a calendar peppered with a sequence of bright colors. He elaborates with a shrug.

“I just didn’t expect the conversation with Captain Cowlick over there to be so…civil.”

The corner of your mouth upticks wryly and you slip your phone into your pocket while turning to him.

“Why, because I’m black? I was supposed to get angry? Start yelling, maybe?”

What?

Hal trips over the shiny unblemished marble floor.

“No! That’s not what I meant at all,” he waves his hands around to accentuate his point. “I only meant I expected Lex to stomp over and get all passive aggressive since, you know, he hates when people mess with his toys. He’s a giant asshole -and I trust your abilities completely…”

He glances at you, eyes wide and another string of apologies on the tip of his tongue, before he notices the twinkle in your eyes. He bites his lip.

“You’re messing with me aren’t you?”

You blink and instantly the mirth in your eyes dissipates, replaced with the stern yet benign look you dawned when confronting politicians and the press alike.

“Of course not Lantern. I was simply pointing out how your words could be misconstrued.”

Oh, you were definitely messing with him. He feels his lips tug up and shoves his thumbs in the loops of his pants. He leans a little in front of you as you both continue moving so you can see the dubious raise of his brows.

“And that’s the only reason?”

You give a derisive nod. “Mhm.”

Hal finds himself bouncing as he walks. If this was how you acted with him on the job he couldn’t wait to find out what you’d be like outside of work. If you were willing to joke around, even if it was at his expense, it pointed to you not just saying yes out of pity or self preservation. Which-

“You know you don’t have to go out with me just cause I’m the one who asked, right?”

“I’m well aware,” you chirp. “And besides, The Bat is my boss. Not you. If you tried to force my hand he’d slap your pasty ass with a suspension and put you on review real quick.”

Hal blinks, a little surprised at what you’d said, before deciding that -yeah- Spooky would totally do all that. Not that Hal would ever force yours or anyone’s hands for anything so paltry, but still.

“Good, I’m glad,” is what he settles on. “Just making sure.”

You make your way around in silence for a while after that. Hal finds himself going over his mental to-do list and squeezing you in. He was rarely earthside for long stretches of time so he always rushed to run errands during whatever “break” he did have.

He puts the date with you between two possible slots. The night after he checks his PO Box and restocks his food supply of nonperishables -he’d neglected the grocery store the last two times he was home and his kitchen now was depressingly barren- y’all could do dinner or he could do lunch with you in between his morning League meeting and scheduled training sessions.

The two of you find a small alcove cut off from everyone else to stop at and you lightly elbow Hal in his side before taking a step so you’re standing across from him.

“You were pretty good back there by the way,” you raise your eyebrows. “In another life you might’ve made a brilliant politician.”

“Oh god no,” Hal shakes his head with a guffaw as you titter at him; his plans could wait, that was disgusting.

“What? Too dishonest?”

“Too soulless. I like being a mediator, saving people is something I love. I wouldn’t give that and the feeling of flying up for anything.”

“That’s great Hal,” you look him in the eyes.

“We appreciate it.”

Hal smiles at you, leaning into your space.

“Yeah? That ‘we’ include you?”

You nod and get closer to him in tandem.

“Uh huh. You think I work for you guys because I don’t?”

Hal shakes his head.

“You don’t seem like the type of woman to waste your time like that.”

“Exactly. When I do something I do it in full.”

The tips of your noses touch as you breath in each other’s air. He can see your eyes dilate like this and the ring buzzes to alert him of his rising heart rate as he looks all over your face for what feels like the twentieth time tonight.

His throat clicks as he swallows. “Does that apply to us too?”

“It could.”

“Alright, that’s fair. How can I make that answer an absolute?”

He holds eye contact with you, smirk lighting up his face as he watches the way you stumble over your response then frown lightly. You school your expression into something more composed.

You get even closer afterward, lips ghosting over his own, as you reply.

“Let’s see how that date goes, first.”

At your whisper Hal starts to give in to your pull before he remembers something and moves back. Your face falls and he shakes his head.

“I just gotta-” he makes a jerking motion indicating both of you. “Are you feeling what I’m feeling?”

You grab him by the tie and pull him down. “Oh I’m feeling what you’re feeling alright.”

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed! This is not proofread because it’s fucking long and my attention span can only take so much so…✌🏾

(I am so unsure about my shit once I’m about to post it. Like I hate this now. Why do I do this to myself?)

Edit: Went back to edit some things and realized tumblr cut the end out so I had to add that. Just so y’all know. This app is really starting to piss me off.✌🏾

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[jupiter-letters]

Dating Barry Allen would include:

Fem!Reader or GN!Reader TW: Mild Mental Health topics(Anxiety) No panic attacks depicted.

A/N: I've never really been a flash girl but tomorrowverse barry had me in my feelings. I did have a dream he wanted to date me really bad but I was like nah man I'm a superman girlie till I die. I tried my best with this one I hope it's alright!

Barry Allen, Mr.Loverboy himself. The man that you are. He's trying his best at all times. Despite being the fastest man alive he can't be everywhere at once. It'd be nice to be on a date with you and also stop criminals.

World's best gopher, you need something? He's on it! You forgot to get milk? Check the fridge. Your heater broke? Here's a new one! Sometimes he'll just drop off flowers or candies while you're at work. He'll leave them on your desk or in your locker with a little love note.

He loves to hype you up as much as possible, but he'll get really shy when you compliment him back.

Barry will bring home new recipes from all over the world to cook with you. It's one of his favorite things to do together, standing next to each other while preparing a meal. It's so simple yet so domestic. It's the little things that really get him emotional.

Sometimes he'll prank you, he'll tap you on the shoulder and bolt out of the room before you turn to look. He'll even move things around while you're cooking or working at your desk. You'll confront him and he'll just smile like this 😁

He'll use his speed to give you kisses, if he sees you while he's out on patrol. You'll be minding your own business and feel lips on yours. He might even leave a little flower in your hand.

Moving in together! He daydreams about that so often, you have to snap him out of it. He dreams of putting a table from IKEA together for you. For a big moment like this he doesn't put everything together super fast, he wants this to last. Seeing your home slowly come together brings him such joy and the best part is when it's all done. You both get to cuddle on YOUR couch, watching YOUR TV.

Dating him you guys become the same person, nothing is really "mine" or "yours" it's "ours" or "we". You guys are on the same page alot so when you're on missions on or not he'll say it. "Batman WE think we should go ahead and stop the meeting at the warehouse. "WE don't think it's a good idea." "OUR plan is much more productive." The rest of league is sick of you guys😭

There are some days his anxiety gets the best of him and he's glad you're there to calm the storm. He worries and gets into his head alot, Barry will want to call you and share these thoughts. It's helpful to him to get a trusted second opinion from the most important person in his life.

During the winter he'll put your hand in his coat pocket while walking down the street. Once you find your way into a nice warm cafe, he'll take your hands and caress them to warm them up some more. He'll just protect you from the elements in general, on a hot summer day he'll give you his baseball cap or just fan you off real fast. In the fall he likes to see you in your scarf under the red and orange leaves of central city park.

Thanks for reading! Lemme know what you think. Please like or reblog if you like my stuff.

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[solar-wing]

🦇 Surviving Damian: BatBro's Life 🎞️

I don't know why, but the way Damian turns to look at Dick in this clip has me rolling

🦇 🎞️ A/N → A continuation of my Batbro Headcanons with everyone's favorite little assassin, Damian. This is also inspired by this post from @batsiblingfun. This mixes in a lot of different elements from different DC shows and movies, but still all tie together. Conner x Reader along with Damian x Raven included. WARNINGS: None really. family fluff, minor threats of violence. You and Damian conspiring together. Bruce needs his lawyers. Mentions of trauma and therapy. Joker being Joker.

🦇🎞️ Summary → It's one thing to find out Bruce Wayne is your biological father. It's another thing to find out you also have a half-brother from the same father who also didn't meet him until around the same time you did. Now, some would consider getting a new older brother to be a good thing. Of course, when they point out what they see as an ideal image of that, Damian Wayne is more or less far from it. Truthfully, you'd need an entire documentary to explain that trauma. But, in his defense, he did warn Bruce not to make him a middle child. Oh well...

🦇🎞️ Word Count → 5.3k

REBLOGS and replies are greatly appreciated, please! 💛

🦇 ENJOY 🎞️

— Some may imagine having Bruce Wayne as your father entails a glamorous and extravagant life.

— "Oh wow! Your dad is Bruce Wayne? That's so cool!" "I bet you've been to so many great places." "Have you met any celebrities before?" "Your life must be so interesting!"

— To answer that, depends on the day. The watchtower is cool, but not as interesting as what you saw on that one trip to Puerto Rico. Would Superman even be considered a celebrity? And, define interesting.

— Because if you mean 'interesting' like waking up every day wondering if it's going to be some random supervillain that unalives you, or your own brother, then yes, your life is fascinating.

— What most people don't consider when they find out your father is Bruce Wayne is not only did you all of a sudden get a new parent, but you also got new siblings. As your eldest brother Dick once said, "I went from being an only child to living in utter chaos every day." The only difference is that Dick actually somewhat thrives in chaos. Which is weird considering you'd think it'd be someone more like Jason who lived by that statement.

— You, on the other hand, would rather go without the constant weird shit that goes on with your father and siblings all being a bunch of vigilantes who save your city and the world from crazy clowns and guys who clearly like to live every day like it's Halloween.

— But, the thing is, 90% of the shit you have to deal with doesn't even come from those creeps and villains. It's literally from your own house, specifically one person.

— At one point in your life, you wished to have a sibling. Someone you could share that irreplaceable bond with. Fighting over small stuff like the remote, or who got first dibs on Alfred's cookies. Only to kiss and make up later when one of you got bored or hungry. Insulting and torturing each other only to join forces if someone outside of you two decided to mess with the other. Coming up with crazy schemes that would inevitably shorten your father's life expectancy.

— You know, normal stuff.

— You'd think Dick would get the title of 'most stable' among your siblings, but surprisingly, that was awarded to Jason, which, I know right?! Mind you, 'stable' was being used on very loose terms here. But, Richard was almost more like a second dad than a brother, which you figured came with the role of being the oldest sibling. Since he had the most experience dealing with an emotionally absent Bruce, he'd pick up where he fell off. Of course, Bruce got better over time and learned how to not distance himself whenever his feelings got even a little poked, but Richard was always your go-to whenever you needed support.

— You'd almost considered Jason for the title of most unstable, but then you met Tim, and realized Jason was actually better than you thought, considering what he's been through. Your second oldest brother wasn't really open towards you, but as you two started to spend time together, you grew on him and vice versa. At one point, the Red Hood persona vowed to not only do everything he could to keep you safe but as innocent and pure as you could be. He would not let Bruce and his questionable parenting ruin another child. His earlier methods were probably not the most effective. CPS was still calling at least once a week.

— There weren't enough words to describe Tim. When you first came to the mansion, he seemed completely normal and sane for the most part. Then, after you discovered your father's side hustle, you realized how opposite the reality was. You remembered something your mom said about the only things she was scared of. "I only fear two things in this life; God and the IRS." Well, you'd definitely be adding a certain Red Robin to that list. There were just things Tim would say or do that he thought was completely normal, and you'd be discreetly dialing a mental hospital, fearing for your safety. Why did you know the number for one off the top of your head? Let's just say you had your reasons. But, you'd rather have Tim as an ally than an enemy, so you refrained. That didn't stop you from keeping them on speed dial though.

— Yes, you definitely had some interesting siblings, but none of them compared to your other brother. The one you regrettably shared blood with. Hopefully, he didn't hear you say that.

— It was one thing to have Bruce Wayne as a father. It was an entirely different thing to have Damian Wayne for a brother.

— The first day you two met, Damian had already been at the manor for a few months when Talia had left him with Bruce while she went to handle business. What business that entailed, your father kept you in the shadows, and quite frankly, you were grateful. After your mom left you on the manor's doorsteps with a note that just read, "Trust me, he's yours," your life was never the same.

— You remembered being excited that day. You finally got to meet your dad, and you got a brother out of it too! Multiple brothers and sisters actually! Whoever was out there listening to you had answered your deepest wishes.

— Now, you wished they just minded their damn business.

— Unlike Damian, you were not aware of your father's secret identity. So, when you met, you were a little more than put off by Damian's first greeting towards you.

— "Father, I thought we discussed your habit of  picking up street rats and turning them into your next apprentice."

— Truthfully, that was actually more than a pleasant start to your relationship with the trained assassin. When you eventually heard the story of how Dick and Damian "met" for the first time, you suddenly felt grateful at the fact there were no sharp objects nearby...that you knew of.

— If you happened to start locking your bedroom door at night and setting booby traps to alert you if anyone came in while you were sleeping, that was no one else's business but yours.

— The thing was, you tried to connect with Damian, but he would keep brushing you off. Bruce really wasn't that much help as he didn't have the best track record with his first three kids.

— The issue was you and Damian came from two completely different backgrounds, despite your shared parenthood.

— Damian was raised among an organization of highly-trained assassins and was molded from the second he was born to take over from his grandfather who was the equivalent of an undead lich, only he was actually alive. You had a normal childhood for the most part. You went to school, made friends, tried different hobbies, etc.

— You saw Damian as uptight and weird, and he saw you as naive and weak.

— Of course, as everything does in this family, shit only got more intense.

— After Bruce ran a DNA test and confirmed you were indeed his son, they got you set up in the manor and your new life. Your last name was officially changed to Wayne with you wanting to keep your mother's surname hyphenated in there.

— You wanted to decorate your bedroom, so you asked your dad to take you shopping, fully intending to take advantage of your newfound wealth (your mother taught you well). Bruce figured it'd be a great way for you and him to get to know each other as he was trying to be more of the supportive dad that Dick and Jason lectured him about. And if CPS decided to give him another one of their 'visits,' he'd rather not provide them with any more reasons to be taking down notes. He was still trying to find a way to punish Jason for that stunt.

— And at Alfred's suggestion, he brought Damian along, thinking it'd be great family time for the Wayne men, and it'd give his firstborn a chance at being an actual kid since Damian never decorated his room when he first got there.

— You went all out. At some point, Bruce wondered if everything he was buying was starting to become too much, but you threw him the puppy dog look you mastered at three years old, and he folded like a lawn chair. Your mother had grown resistant to that trick so, it was great to finally be using it again. Posters, knick-knacks, a new desk, a whole gaming set-up, LED lights, a gaming chair, you name it, you got it. You'd even tried to get Damian to get a few things for himself, wanting to get to know more about your brother.

— "I don't need materialistic objects to satisfy myself like you and other low-lives do. Besides, you're only doing this to 'make up' for the more than likely poor life you lived before with whoever your harlot mother is."

— Alright, that did it. You tackled Damian in the middle of the mall, throwing all your weight on top of him. Of course, you were unaware of his combat training so he threw you off pretty easily, pushing you to the ground and twisting your arm behind your back to where he almost broke it. Bruce had to yank him off you and grab you as well to prevent you from charging him again while everyone else around was taking pictures and videos.

— Bruce's PR team was not happy with the stories and articles on the gossip websites the next morning. But, they managed to twist it around into a positive light, painting the Billionaire Playboy as the role model male, doing his best to raise his two boys as best he could being a single father.

— "Oh, he's such a family man. #EvenMoreAttactive". – @Supermom92

— "He's a good man, Vanessa. A good man." - @mooreswhore

— "This is what we need more of. Strong men taking charge in their son's lives." – @topalpha

— "#GladTheyAin'tMyKids." – @aynonymous

— Of course, this did nothing to help the relationship between you and the youngest Boy Wonder, but Alfred's reassurance eased Bruce's headache.

— "Truthfully, Master Wayne, it would seem to me they are already falling quite well into their new roles as brothers. It will get better over time."

— When exactly was better? Because things only seemed to get more tense between you two. The fights didn't end there. As you spent more time in the manor, you'd gotten to know your other adoptive siblings. And particularly, spending time with your second oldest brother, you'd learned some defensive moves in fighting that only led to your fights with Damian getting worse now that you could hold your own a little more.

— Only there were some moves that you knew that Damian didn't, which really caused a shit storm.

— It may have taken Dick and Jason's combined strength to hold Damian back from trying to literally slice your throat open after you introduced him to the art of the cheese neck. Jason thought it was hilarious and low-key well deserved since your half-brother decided to cut open one of the stuffed bears you had since you were four. Alfred was able to put him back together, but that didn't help the need for revenge you had in the pit of your stomach.

— Since he couldn't murder you, he decided to go with the next best thing he had in mind; mental torture!

— He knew you loved Scooby-Doo, but had a slight fear of some of the monsters and scenes from the show. Look, shit from back in the 70s could be creepy with how they decided to do specific stuff. And sadly on your part, Damian had amazing resources thanks to dear old Papa Bruce.

— So, one day when you thought Bruce was on a business trip (he was on a League mission, and Dick, Jason, and Tim were nowhere to be found along with Alfred), you had the manor to yourself. Or, at least, you thought you did. 

— Let's just say Damian decided to place you in your own Scooby-Doo episode, only a tad bit more rated R. Last time you checked, the vampire from that one episode didn't actually have blood and guts dripping from his teeth while chasing Shaggy and Scooby.

— Yeah, Bruce low-key had to invest in a therapist for that one. And CPS definitely took a note down when they saw part of the costume had fallen out of a trash bag and your "concerning" reaction to it. Damian had no shame.

— "Next time, he'll think twice about whose neck he's slapping."

— "Master Bruce, I really do think they're starting to grow on each other, if I do say so myself." This time, Alfred's words were not reassuring for the billionaire.

— Eventually, you and Damian came to a mutual understanding. You stay out of his way, and he would stay out of your way. And it worked! At least until you found out the big secret, and no not the one where Tim...actually, never mind.

— It was an accident, really it was. At least that's how Jason and Tim tried to spin it when he had to explain to Bruce how you thought Red Hood and Red Robin broke into the manor. In truth, they thought you were at a friend's house studying, and the tracker that was stitched to your backpack showed that.

— Hold up... tracker?

— You'd grill them and your dad for that later.

— Now, you were constantly in the Batcave and working Damian's last nerve. You kept asking to help on missions or patrol, and shockingly, this was the one time when Bruce put his foot down and said no to having an adolescent child fighting crime with him.

— Who would've figured?

— The most he'd let you do was help Alfred with comms and computer stuff. Of course, that'd only lead to you and Damian getting into one of your brotherly spats over the comms.

— "At least I have competent training to be in the field. You can barely defend yourself against a cat." Damian sneered into his mic while roundhouse-kicking a thug.

— "First of all you stuck-up brat, Alfred the Cat and I have a lovely relationship and we were play fighting. Secondly, the only thing you're competent at is proving what happens when you forget to use protection!" You quipped right back.

— Dick and Tim tried holding back their laughs while Jason just shouted "DAMN!" Bruce had to pretend not to notice Damian's glare through the domino mask and Alfred pretended to scold you while giving you a fist bump. The Boy Wonder was grinding his teeth.

— Then, a miracle happened. Well, really it was a traumatic experience that Bruce would have to pay for more sessions with your therapist but still was a miracle in the end.

— In another one of his crazy schemes, Joker decided to target Bruce Wayne again, but this time, the newly discovered heirs to Wayne Enterprises, at least, that's what the media was referring to you as.

— He hired some goons to abduct you and Damian from your school and hid you both in one of his many secret hideouts around Gotham. And Joker, never one for subtlety, of course, decided to send out a televised message to Brucie Poosie, a name disturbingly similar to Joker's nickname for Batman. He'd addressed that later.

— Your father and siblings immediately jumped into action of course and started searching the entire city, checking all of Joker's known hideouts and connections. Only, Joker had apparently taken some inspiration and notes from Riddler because while he was busy taunting and trying to shake down Bruce Wayne for everything he could, he was leading Batman and his little birdies (his nickname for all the Robins) on a wild goose chase.

— The more and more time went by, the more and more they got worried for you. Of course, they were worried for Damian as well, but he was used to these kinds of situations. This was your first (and frankly, probably not last) kidnapping.

— At first, you weren't scared (much). No offense, but, Joker always kind of seemed like a joke to you. The fact his whole persona was based on a mad clown really didn't help. You had also never really watched the news or heard people talking about some of the horrible things he had done. You always just heard the part when Batman swooped in and kicked his ass.

— Well, if you made it out of this, you'd definitely have nightmares and a new fear of clowns to add to your list. May have to start considering two-hour sessions with your therapist.

— But, to your surprise, Damian had helped to keep you calm and protected you from seeing more of Joker's 'fun side'. Whenever the clown or one of his thugs got a little too close to your holding cell for your brother's liking, he always placed himself in front of you, just in case they decided to fuck around and find out so he could be ready.

— When the green-haired villain went on one of his disturbing tangents or talked about his plans for you two in case your father didn't follow through with his demands, Damian would cover your ears. Of course, it didn't do much, but the sentiment was appreciated. Your older brother, despite his 'quirks', actually did have a caring side to him. It just took being kidnapped by a psychotic clown and your lives being in terrible danger for it to show. Go figure.

— Of course, your father and siblings eventually tracked you and Damian down and came to your rescue. From what you had seen from your father and brothers in their fighting style, they always were more smart and sneaky with their attacks and ambushes. Jason was more of the impulsive and brash one who liked to rush in, but he grew more into the Bat's style over time. Especially seeing how the last time he rushed into something concerning the Joker, well, there's no need to go down that road.

— But, nope. This time, Bruce was not forgiving with his 'justice' towards Joker. Honestly, you and your siblings were a little worried that Bruce would break his number one rule on no killing for the first time, but he still held back. In the middle of all the chaos, you'd even managed to surprise Damian when some goons tried to surprise you and him after he broke you guys out of the cell. And who said video games couldn't teach you a thing or two about fighting?

— Damian was impressed, and more than curious to see what kind of games you were playing that taught you the fastest way to incapacitate a 200-pound man with a few jabs and well-placed strikes. That or you were insanely lucky to have a man who could barely defend himself against a child. Either way, a win was a win for you.

— Obviously, things changed a bit when you two returned home. 

— For one, your family became a lot more clingy and overprotective than before. And that was saying something considering they had a tracker stitched into your backpack without your knowledge before. There was a rotation between the brothers of who would drop off and pick you up from school. This was already a rule before, but now, it was just even more intense with you not being able to leave the manor or go anywhere without someone from the family accompanying you. Bruce started training you in self-defense and combat, with regulations and supervision from your brothers so he didn't make the same mistakes he made with them with you.

— You appreciated it all, and it definitely did help you feel a bit safer (in the beginning), but, really one of the most shocking changes not just to yourself, but everyone else was Damian's change in attitude toward you. Of course, he wasn't outright hugging you or anything crazy like that, but he was more cordial and almost friendlier you could say.

— It was also very apparent Damian had developed a similar protective stance toward you. You being the only non-vigilante in the family meant you kept an aura of innocence and light-heartedness the rest of your family had lost a long time ago. They were more than determined to make sure you kept that light and never lost it like they did so many years ago.

— Thankfully, your time with Joker wasn't anything too traumatic. Joker was actually on one of his schemes for once and didn't do anything too drastic. But, that didn't stop your brother from glaring down any suspicious figure who got too close to you for his liking. If you asked to hang out at a friend's house, Damian took over Bruce's role of asking for details on your friend, they're parents, where you'd be going, and all that extra stuff. If you were aware of the fact that Damian was running full background checks on your friends and their families whenever you went to hang out with them, you pretended not to notice.

– Bruce also had a teary moment of being a proud father seeing how Damian was showing already to be just like him. Which, if we're being honest, was actually a terrifying thought.

— But, it wasn't just Damian who started making an effort to build a more friendly bond between you two. You'd contributed as well. Showing Damian the ways he could learn to let loose and actually be a kid instead of a trained assassin all the time.

— You'd invited him more than once to hang out with you and your friends that you made from school. Hesitant at first at the idea of hanging out with others that weren't you and his family, you managed to convince him when Dick, Jason, and Tim got into one of their own brotherly spats, and Jason decided to start chasing the two around the house with a rag wet with a 'mysterious' substance.

— "Your local comrades quarters it is then." Damian muttered before quickly ushering you out the door with Alfred towing behind since you needed someone to drive you. Damian offered since he kept claiming he knew how, but Bruce still wasn't going for it.

— With your help, Damian actually learned to make friends with kids his own age. He developed hobbies and interests that had nothing to do with anything sharp or pointy (that didn't mean you weren't gonna booby trap your room still just in case).

— He even joined an art club at school and you both decided to enroll in a martial arts club together as well. It'd actually become quite the inside joke between you two. There was one guy in there, Carter, who swore he was the best fighter in the entire school and he could take any one of these 'runts' down, including you and Damian.

— Now, you were still learning and getting comfortable fighting from your lessons with your dad and brothers. When Carter decided to pick on you and Damian as the Wayne brats and challenged you both to a sparring match, boy he did not know what he was getting himself into. Especially when you and your brother looked at each other with the most mischievous evil smirks anyone had ever seen.

— When Bruce got a call from the school later that some parents were looking to try and sue him for the 'extensive harm' his kids did to their kid, he could only raise an eyebrow when you and Damian appeared in his office, smiling like you both were innocent angels.

— "See, Master Bruce. I told you if you'd given it some time, they'd grow on each other." Alfred said to him later that evening.

— Only Bruce was now more concerned than ever. When you and Damian basically hated each other, he only had to worry about the terror and havoc you two would unleash inside the manor. Now, that you were basically best buddies, he'd have to worry about inside and outside the house.

— "I'm gonna be meeting with my lawyers more frequently, aren't I Alfred?" Bruce asked.

— Alfred gave a small chuckle as he patted the man's shoulders. "Oh, Master Bruce, most certainly."

— The butler wasn't wrong.

— You and Damian became like a force that everyone was scared to cross. Even your own brothers were slightly afraid of the kind of shit you two could get into. You'd come up with the crazy schemes and ideas, mapping out any and all details while handling any technological stuff which you had gotten really good at considering the time you spent with Alfred in the Batcave monitoring missions. And, Damian would do the more physical acts required as well as sneaking and sleuthing around if need be.

— Bruce had a meeting with his attorneys at least once a week because of you two.

— You'd even developed your own sense of overprotectiveness over your older brother. Some guy in the art club Damian had joined at school decided to try and pick with him and messed up one of his paintings. Surprisingly, Damian was calm about it and didn't even yell or react at him. Just scoffed at the guy and called him pathetic.

— You did not have a similar reaction.

— When word got around the school and managed to reach your ears, you were for lack of a better word, feeling quite revengeful. The next day at school, that guy became the laughingstock of your entire class when a private photo mysteriously made its way into every student's locker in your grade.

— When Damian found out, he immediately confronted you about it, and you could only smile innocently while feigning ignorance.

— "Why, brother?! How could you even think to accuse me of such a vile act of one's breach of privacy."

— "Y/N..." Damian said.

— "Fine, it was me. But, you have to admit, it is quite a lovely picture. And besides, nobody messes with my brother except me." You smiled.

— Damian only gave a small smile, grabbing you to give you a noogie on the head before walking for the exit of the school to head home. He tried not to let such a small statement get him overly emotional since he'd never really had anyone before you and your family be so caring and defensive over him. Not even his mother. 

— The older you two got, the more close you became. At one point, Dick even started to joke that if one of you had gotten involved in some stupid and even dangerous plot, it wouldn't be long before the other got involved as well.

— "You'd even given yourself the nickname of the Blood Brothers since you and Damian liked to remind your other siblings more than once who Bruce's actual kin was, especially Dick whenever he went on one of his tirades about being the first Robin blah blah blah...

— Tim did happen to point out your chosen name's disturbing similarity to one widely known supervillain to which you scoffed in response.

— "Oh please, Brother Blood wishes he had half the brains and looks me and Dami have. Isn't that right, bro?" You said turning to Damian holding out a fist bump.

— "I refuse to get involved in this."

— And given your bond with each other, it was of course all too expected that you would each get involved in each other's love lives. When Damian was sent away to Titans Tower to learn how to be part of a team, you were very pissed at Bruce since he was breaking up you and his team.

— Honestly, Bruce hadn't even considered that, but he was happy and looking forward to the much-needed break from his weekly meetings with his lawyers concerning his sons and their growing stack of attempted lawsuits.

— It was a shock to not only you but to Damian from how you knew when he returned from the tower on a visit, and you asked "Who is she," with your arms crossed and tapping your foot against the ground.

— From your daily calls and messages, you'd picked up quite fast that Damian was crushing on someone, you just didn't know who. You figured it may have been that Tara girl you heard had joined the team, who should consider herself lucky she succumbed to her own fate and not the one you'd planned for her after finding out what she did to your brother and his comrades.

— Superman and Wonder Woman were still campaigning to put you on the League's high-priority watch list after hearing and witnessing some of the things you got up to with and without your brother. So they and everyone else in the League who had the fortune (or misfortune) of meeting you had no qualms that whatever you planned for the blonde earth-powered girl, was nothing short of maniacal.

— When you found out it was Raven after your dad brought you along to Damian's surprise party at the Tower with the rest of the team, you managed to get a chance alone with the half-human, half-demon girl, exchanging some friendly banter and humor. You'd also jokingly (but also not jokingly) warned her that if she hurt your brother in any way shape or form, you'd give her a fate worse than anything her father could ever imagine.

— Weirdly enough, she smiled and gave you a pat on the shoulder.

— "I promise, you don't have to worry about anything from me. And, I can see now why he cares a lot about you. You both protect each other."

— To which you replied with a simple, "He's my brother." Nothing else needed to be said between the two of you. You both were aware of Damian's past, you more than Raven of course, so you knew Damian sometimes needed some extra care and love. You could clearly see that was something she had every intention of making sure he got.

— You approved.

— Now, if only you could get Damian to approve of you and Conner.

— Let's just say, neither your father nor your brothers were anywhere near please when they found out about you and the half-Kryptonian's relationship.

— Dick just couldn't fathom that both of his baby brothers were dating someone from the two teams he helped co-found.

— Jason didn't like that you were dating someone he couldn't really intimidate or threaten the way he wanted since the dude was a literal teen Superman.

— Tim was oddly okay with it at first. But, when you started abandoning him and your regular scheduled gaming sessions for your dates and hangouts with Conner, he was more than ever determined to take down the half-Kryptonian.

— Damian didn't like the idea of you with someone so much stronger than you and could hurt you very easily. To which you pointed out he was dating a half-demon whose father has more than once tried to take over the universe and she almost helped him in succeeding.

— "Not the point, little brother."

— You did have to warn your boyfriend though, because, unlike your other brothers with the exception of possibly Tim, Damian had his own hidden secret cache of Kryptonite for emergency if it was ever needed.

— How you knew?

— Well, after you and Conner announced your relationship, you noticed your father and brother consistently making trips to the vault where all the Kryptonite was stored. And, you once caught your dad making a smaller version of the 'special' jewelry he used to fight Superman that one time, which you figured had to be for Damian.

— "Oh come on! I don't see anyone walking around with crosses and holy water whenever Damian goes out with Raven. But, y'all are ready to pull out all the stops whenever Conner and I even look like we're about to hug!" You yelled at your family.

— Damian stepped forward, placing what was supposed to be a comforting hand on your shoulder.

— "I do apologize brother. But, you should really be blaming Father for this, since I did technically warn him what would happen if he made me a middle child.

— "He did." You heard your father's day from behind.

— Someone really needed to make a documentary about your life.

BONUS:

☀️ | Bat Family | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

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[likebatsoutofhell]

this was originally supposed to be a halloween post but idk what happened

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[sapphosthoughtsandwritings]

Welcome!! Here's some important info + my masterlist :)

Note: I'm so sorry I've been gone for so goddamn long, but I hope I'm back for good babes!!!!

I will NOT write - explicit smut or real people (i.e. actors). I am comfortable writing about mental health subjects (including darker content), any gender reader (I default to writing gender-neutral), any gender of character.

Don't hesitate to ask if I'm comfortable writing about something in my inbox if you're unsure, I don't mind at all!! :)

Masterlist under the cut

Series are listed in order. If I missed any fics please let me know, I'm not too tech-savvy I fear :') .

💨 MCU: -> Standalones - ~ Same Old Nothingness (Steve Rogers) ~ Seriously? That's It? (Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes) ~ Your Actions Have Consequences (Bucky Barnes) ~ Hungry Eyes (Bucky Barnes) ~ Phone Calls and Voice Mails (Bucky Barnes & Natasha Romanoff) ~ A Relaxing Day Off (Pietro Maximoff) ~ Bring (Y/N) Back (Avengers) -> Series/Connected Fics - ~ Fear of the Dark (Avengers/teen reader), Stage Fright

🪶 X-Men Cinematic: -> Standalones - ~ nothing... yet ;) -> Series/Connected Fics - ~ A Beautiful Mind (Charles Xavier), Sleepless Nights

🌹 Marvel Comics: ~ nothing... yet ;)

🦇 DC Comics/Wayne Family Adventures: ~ nothing... yet ;)

🌟 DCEU/DCAMU: ~ nothing... yet ;)

🌈 Stardew Valley: ~ nothing... yet ;)

#marvel x you #marvel x y/n #avengers x y/n #wayne family adventures #dc x reader #marvel x reader #stardew valley #dc x you #dc x y/n #x men

[klwrites]

Young Love (Damian Wayne x reader) 2/3

Part one ->

Unable to believe his son would run away with a girl, he is hunting you down for the kidnapping of Damian Wayne.

You and Damian decided to head to the only untouched part of the city to find some food. Damian instructed you to put on his sweatshirt to cover up wit the hood, and gave you his sunglasses to further seal your identity. Damian was looking at the foods while your attention was to the left of the room by the back door. Somehow you could feel something coming, you turned to Damian, unsure what to say. You put a hand on his shoulder about to attempt to speak. You words were interrupted quickly by high pitched quick beeps, followed by a boom, and you fell to the ground.

When you got a chance to look up, you were being held at the collar by the Batman, before getting served multiple punches in the face. Then it happened, flames erupted in the grocery store.

“Damian, go!” Batman shouted.

That must be his name.

Batman threw you into the shelves so you would pass out before starting more flames. He cuffed you and turned around to face Damian, who was mid air to lounge at his father.

“Stop! Damian!” Bruce struggled between punches. “I’m here to take you away from her! I know she wanted you to get to me!”

“No, asshole! Not everything’s about you!” Damian kept swinging at him. “She’s not kidnapping me!”

“What?” Bruce shoved Damian into the ground, and stood up.

Damian slowly backed away from Bruce and towards you.

“That’s right, this isn’t about you, Batman. Great job destroying the only safe grocery store and untouched part of the city. We actually almost had it under control.”

He picked you up.

“Damian, put her down. She is dangerous.”

Damian raised his weapon at Batman, quickly blasting him in the leg so he wouldn’t follow you guys. He turned around and quickly ran out of the Grocery store.

Damian ran. He ran like it was him who was the enemy of Gotham right now. Eventually, he wasn’t in Gotham anymore. When he felt it was safe, he set you down, sat down beside you and kept his eyes on you. Trying to catch his breath, his heavy breaths turned into anxiety. It was mostly physical anxiety but all he could think was, Gotham is burning, and I’m here, with the enemy.

He shot the hero gotham needs right now, and he ran, like a coward. Your peaked open your eyes to see Damian distressed. Weak, you did what you could and lifted your cold hand up to his cheek, resting it there to show some form of solidarity with this near stranger you’ve spent most your week with.

It surprised him your hands weren’t firey hot, but freezing fucking cold. It was calming though, the blood rushed to his face was easing away. Physically his body calmed down. He looked into your eyes, almost curiously, and hesitated to put his hand on top of yours. Damian’s hearing focused on his slowing breath, he didn’t even notice yours. When he finally let his hand go, yours fell to to ground.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

“Hey!” He cursed himself for not asking for your name. “Wake up!”

“It’s time to wake up!” He repeated, more panicked.

He started poking you, poking turned to nudging, nudging turned to light hitting.

“Wake up! You bastard! I came all this way, wake up!”

When his angry voice’s echo ended, a flame erupted in the bathroom. All Damian’s wanted to do is help you, find a way to help ease all of this. He thought about your comfort to him,

That probably helped me more then I’ve helped her.

It was like your cold hand reset him. Cleared his mind. Then he realized, the brain releases norepinephrine during cold stress, which is shown to reduce depression and anxiety, and you’re fires started during moments for stress or anxiety.

Maybe he just needs to cool you down?

Damian needed a space to help you. He searched for the closest hotel and carried you into the bathtub, and turned the cold water on. He gently placed you in the cold water with a pile of towels next to him at hand, as he watched closely.

The water had hardly touched you as a weak flame grew next to Damian, he only took a second to observe it before bringing his attention back to you. A loud banging on the doors brought his attention back away.

“Damian! It’s Dick. Open the door.”

Fuck he cursed under his breath.

“Do I smell smoke? Damian what’s going on?”

Dick banged on the door again, more flames emerged each knock.

Damian quickly ran out of the bathroom, and dragged the bags of ice he bought on the way to the hotel with him to the bathroom.

“Damian! I know your in there with that girl. Open the door so no one gets hurt. I know you don’t want to hurt her.”

I don’t have time for this

Damian ripped open the ice bag one after another and poured them into the tub.

Come on, come on, come on.

Dick busted the door down, and ran inside toward the smoke. Damian grabbed a bag of ice and hid behind the door the sneakily strike his brother. Dick made his entrance and Damian swung him with the ice, and Dick fell unconscious. Damian then poured that last bag of ice in the tub. He watched carefully, but nothing happened.

She must be getting used to to temperature. It needs to shock her in order to make her body freeze what it’s doing.

He lifted your body out of the tub, and held you for a minute. Damian observed you closer then ever before. You were unconscious but not even your face wasn’t rested and he decided it was up to him to fix it. He dropped you back into the ice, you instantly sprung up and took many deep breaths in.

“Oh my god. Oh my god, you made it.”

Damian’s eyes watered as he quickly took you out of the water and held you in his arms as you were still weak. The hotel bathrooms flames were gone, he prayed the rest would be out too.

No one had ever cared like that before. How could a total stranger care more then anyone else has?

“What’s you’re name?” He asked, not wasting a second.

“(Your name).” You breathed out

“Hi (your name), I’m Damian.” He was panting as well. Both of you were exhausted and relieved.

“That’s Dick, my brother. He’ll wake up later.”

You looked into his gorgeous dark eyes, and he looked into yours.

The rest of the fires.

You quickly got up and looked outside, Damian followed.

“I think it looks alright out there.”

#batman #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #jason todd #jason todd x reader #batmom #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne #robin x you #dc x reader #dcamu

[6rookie-writer0110]

Wonder woman from dcamu x male wizard reader hawkgirl x reader (best friends)

Wonder woman left superman to pursue a relationship with reader and for months superman torments reader because he's jealous, hawkgirl sees it and tells wonder woman and confronts reader about why he didn't come to her and he says about not wanting to disrupt the team and course problems hw asks her to let it go and she agrees then during training while reader and zatanna are practicing superman throws something but it heads towards hawkgirl instead and reader uses his powers to stop it but loses concentration causing his spell to back fire on himself causing a cut on his forehead that will leave a scar and both hawkgirl and Diana rush to help when Diana finds out what happens she confronts superman leading to a fight leaving both bruised and bloody before the rest of the league steps in to stop them and she says expects him to apologise to reader and leave him alone she then heads back to reader and lots of fluff

Please

Ok cool. I will write it

#requested