Summary: An orphan all her life, Y/N is simply too old to remain at The Bowery Home any longer. That is where an anonymous patron has swooped in to send her off to college and all he requires…a monthly letter of her academic progress.
Based off the book and musical “Daddy Long Legs”
Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader
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The grand ballroom of the Gordon residence was aglow with flickering candles, a festive atmosphere lingering in the air just days after Christmas. The Gordon family had decided to extend the holiday cheer by hosting a winter ball, and the opulent setting lent itself to a magical evening. Y/N, donned in a stunning white dress that seemed to reflect the glistening snow outside, stood amid the elegantly attired guests.
Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, and Lois Lane had been graciously invited to the celebration. Bruce had nearly had to beg his friends when he realized the opportunity had arisen for him to see Y/N again. He was beginning to regret that choice as Lois and Clark continued to terrorize him with little remarks and jabs. As Y/N twirled around the dance floor with Jimmie Gordon, the eldest son of Commissioner Gordon, Bruce watched from a distance, an unusual tension lingering in his normally composed demeanor. The sight of Y/N dancing with another man stirred a sensation he wasn't accustomed to – a twinge of jealousy.
Clark and Lois noticed Bruce's subtle discomfort and exchanged knowing glances. Lois couldn't resist teasing him as they observed Y/N's grace on the dance floor. "Well, Bruce, looks like your protégé is having a splendid time with young Jimmie. I never knew you had competition in the mentorship department."
Bruce shot Lois a glare but refrained from responding, choosing to focus on the dance floor. Y/N and Jimmie moved with an easy rhythm, laughter and joy evident in their interactions. It was clear that they had formed an easy companionship over the winter break. Bruce found himself clenching his jaw, the unease within him growing.
As the dance concluded, Bruce couldn't help but feel relieved when Jimmie escorted Y/N back to the sidelines. Seizing the opportunity, Bruce approached her, a genuine smile forming on his face. Y/N's eyes lit up as she saw him, and she greeted him with a warm hug.
"Mr. Wayne, I had no idea you would be here," Y/N exclaimed, her excitement palpable.
"The pleasure is mine, Miss Wayne. Allow me to introduce you to my friends, Clark Kent and Lois Lane," Bruce said, guiding her towards the couple. Y/N exchanged pleasantries, expressing her gratitude for the chocolates Bruce had sent her and her friends earlier in the year.
Lois, always eager to get the entire story, turned to Y/N with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "So, Miss Abbott, I'm curious. Was Mr. Wayne on his best behavior during his visit to the college. He is not always the greatest conversationalist.
Y/N chuckled, the warmth of her laughter filling the air. "Not at all! We had a lovely time and I found no issues with his conversation. Then again, I speak so much that I do not always know if there is an awkward lapse in conversation.”
“I found no issue,” Bruce grunted.
Clark hid his laughter at his friend’s short answer in his drink. “Bruce was telling us that you intend to be a writer. We will have to be amongst your first readers.”
As the conversation flowed, Y/N spoke about her time at the college and how she was trying to catch up and read all of the greats. Bruce, ever the literature enthusiast, recommended one of his favorite books, Gulliver's Travels. Y/N listened attentively, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm as Bruce shared his love for the classic tale.
Their conversation deepened, and Bruce found himself drawn into the conversation. Lois and Clark shared a look at how verbose their friend was being. The tension that had gripped Bruce earlier on the dance floor faded away, replaced by a genuine connection. As the winter waltz continued around them, Bruce and Y/N lost themselves in conversation, the ballroom becoming a backdrop to the growing bond between them.
As the melody of a soft waltz filled the ballroom, Clark held out his hand to Lois and gave Bruce a meaningful look.
With an air of determination, Bruce turned to Y/N, offering a hand with a genuine smile, "May I have this dance, Miss Abbott?" he asked, the subtle warmth in his eyes contrasting with his usual stoic demeanor.
Y/N's face lit up with surprise and delight. "Of course, Mr. Wayne. I'd be honored."
They moved to the center of the ballroom, joining the other couples who were swaying gracefully to the enchanting melody. As Bruce held Y/N, their movements became a seamless blend of elegance and quiet intimacy.
The atmosphere around them seemed to shift, the world narrowing down to the gentle rise and fall of the music. Bruce's usually guarded expression softened as he focused on the person in his arms. Y/N, in her white dress, radiated a timeless beauty, and Bruce couldn't help but marvel at the sight of her.
"You look beautiful tonight, Miss Abbott," Bruce remarked, his voice carrying a rare warmth.
Y/N smiled, a warmth rising in her. "Thank you, Mr. Wayne. I must insist you call me Y/N if we are to be friends.”
“As you wish.” The dance continued in a comfortable silence for a while, the unspoken connection between them growing stronger with each shared step. The flickering candles in the ballroom created a dreamlike ambiance, casting a soft glow on their faces.
As the waltz reached its conclusion, Bruce and Y/N paused, their eyes meeting in a shared moment of quiet understanding. The music faded away, leaving them standing together in the middle of the ballroom.
"Thank you for the dance, Mr. Wayne. That was truly wonderful," Y/N said, a genuine appreciation in her eyes.
Bruce nodded, a rare smile playing on his lips. "The pleasure was mine, Y/N."
They rejoined the festivities, the dance leaving an indelible mark on the evening. The winter ball continued with laughter, music, and the shared memories of a dance.
WARNING: POSSIBLE SPOILERS OF THE BLACK ADAM MOVIE, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
A/N: They/them pronouns used for reader! Likely a bit OOC sorry!
(credit for the SFW prompt goes to Jschqtt right here on Tumblr!)
Albert Rothstein:
A: Affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show they care?)
Albert is a pretty affectionate guy, but he's not excessive. He'll gladly hold your hand in public and give you a quick kiss but that's as far as he'll go. He loves, loves, loves doing things for you!
Ask him to do anything and he's already up and ready. He loves doing acts of service for his significant other. He would like to be more affectionate but I think his bashfulness stops him.
B: Beauty (what do they admire? what do they think is beautiful about their S/O?)
Oh gosh where does he even begin?
He loves passionate people, people that are ready to explain their interests to him without a second thought. The kind of people that can rant about something for like 20 minutes straight. He finds that these kinds of people tend to have a light in their eyes that he admires in his partner.
I feel like he's someone that admires people's hands? Very random but I think he'd like to play with his partners hands a lot.
C: Cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)
Cuddling is such a blissful thing to him, a dream really. He's definitely a bit stiff every time the two of you cuddle, but he warms up to it fast!
He likes to lie on top of you and snuggle his face into the crook of your neck, he's almost like a teddy bear. He craves cuddles.
D: Domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they with cooking and cleaning?)
A part of him daydreams about the future of his life and the possibility of settling down, but he's still very young, the pursuit of his vigilante career is a big debris against settling down and he knows this. I don't think he wants to settle down for a very long time.
For cooking... He tries. He's not horrible but he's not the greatest. He knows how to make basic meals like noodles and rice and eggs but doesn't tend to try to make anything more than that.
For cleaning he's actually really good! He wants you to enter his home when it's always pristine, he also just isn't a fan of living in a really dirty space.
His belief is that he must clean his plates and cups and table so one day whenever you feel like it, you can eat and drink and sit in his place, perfectly catered towards you.
E: Ending (if they had to break up with their s/o, how would they do it?)
He's horrible at trying to communicate that he's ending things because he doesn't want you to hate him. He'd ask to see you and meet up to go somewhere. Nothing fancy or special, because he's ending things.
He stutters a bit but the words leave his mouth. His reasoning soon follows, if he had to end things it'd likely be due to his work with the Justice Society, after seeing a comrade die for the first time he couldn't help but imagine that one day that could be you. He won't risk it, even if you're all in.
F: Fiancé (how do they feel about commitment? how fast do they want to get married?)
Marriage is something that does pop up in his head but he wouldn't act on it, don't get the wrong idea: he's ABSOLUTELY dedicated to you but he's sensible enough to realize he still has stuff to figure out about himself before taking that big step with you.
G: Gentle (how gentle are they? physically and emotionally)
Due to his powers, and rather fit form, Albert likes to be gentle and won't risk hurting you in any way. He's the pinnacle of gentle, his touch is feather light at first before transitioning into a comforting firmness.
Emotionally he is very light-hearted and well intentioned, always taking your feelings into account and just.. thinking about you a lot. He's not a mean person and doesn't even like pretending to be.
H: Hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it, and what are they like?)
Before dating he rarely hugged you at all, he didn't want to overstep in any way and would only hug you if you approached him first, and gosh does he love your hugs. You may have been the first to initiate the hug but he's always the last one letting go. He can't get enough.
Whilst dating his hugs double, but he still puts your comfort into consideration, if you're not liking his touch he's immediately off of you, no questions asked.
His hugs are the pinnacle of comfort, his body isn't overly cold or overly warm but it's all consuming. He holds you like he hasn't seen you in years. A 10/10 hugger.
I: I love you (how fast would they say ‘i love you’?)
He's the type to say it in the heat of the moment but mean every word, maybe you saved him during a mission or did a cool trick with him, either way the words leave his mouth before he can stop himself. He'd probably say the three special words around 7 months into dating.
J: Jealousy (how jealous do they get? how do they act when they’re jealous?)
Admittedly, Albert can have a jealous streak but feels great shame for these feelings. He thinks jealousy is ugly on him.
So if he sees someone getting a bit too friendly with you he's frozen at first. He doesn't want to cause a scene and he doesn't want to embarrass you in any way so he just... Watches.
You can easily catch on with the way he just stares at you and the random person flirting with you, he looks like a kicked puppy.
If someone was making advances on you and making you uncomfortable he's not afraid to just grab you and look at the person with slight apprehension, he's brave about it though.
K: Kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they kiss their s/o, and where do they like to be kissed?)
It's a tie between your cheek and your open palm.
He loves kissing your face, smothering it with affection and love. But one day when he was tasked with waking you up and you lightly pushed his face away he held your palm and planted a kiss against it, ever since he's been enamored by the act itself.
L: Little ones (how are they around kids? do they want kids?)
Dude is too young to even think about kids right now, he's never thought about it really.
When it comes to kids though he's a mix of awkward but very friendly, he's always so nice to kids and is completely ready to play a round of mermaids with a bunch of kids at the pool if he has to.
M: Mornings (how are mornings spent with them?)
Mornings start with a kiss, returning to the open palm kiss thing, he usually gravitates towards kissing your hand or cheek in the mornings because he's conscious about his morning breath.
He's usually up first but is definitely not happy about it, he'll lazily tread into the kitchen and make a warm beverage for you or a light breakfast before getting ready for the day.
Albert likes to do things with you, anything, he'll touch his shoulder against yours as you wash and dry the dishes together. He'll be smudged against you as you brush your teeth together. He'll be humming a tune whilst you help each other make the bed. And he'll sit on the floor with you whilst folding laundry. Mornings are so raw and very domestic with Albert.
N: Nights (how are nights spent with them?)
A quick hearty dinner, few conversations about each other's day and watching a bit of TV before settling in bed.
He's very loopy at night and not very communicative, it takes him a bit to brush his teeth and get ready for bed. He hates the way clothes sometimes cling to his skin when he's exhausted and so he wears very little in bed.
He's actually okay with you having more blankets than him simply for the fact he likes chilly air sometimes.
O: Open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Albert's a mix between the two, if you ask him about something, more often than not he'll tell you outright and honestly.
If you aren't working with the Justice Society or affiliated with them in any way, he's quite reluctant to tell you he's a vigilante working with them. But if you've been dating for a while, maybe 6 months? He'll tell you.
He does like things to go organically though so he'd appreciate it if you don't constantly bombard him with personal questions all at once, he's not secretive but he might not also want to share certain things until your relationship has grown.
P: Patience (how easily do they get angry?)
Albert is very patient and pretty understanding, he's an easygoing guy so it would genuinely take a lot for you to anger him. He's patient with others as well and doesn't immediately act out of anger.
Q: Quizzes (how much do they remember about their s/o? do they remember every detail, or do they forget everything?)
He'll remember random things about you but definitely not every detail, he'll of course remember your birthday and other important dates. But besides that it's a mix up.. like he'll remember your favorite color but sometimes forget your favorite kind of drink so he just buys one of everything if he can.
R: Romantic (how romantic are they? do they go all out for dates, or do they prefer staying home?)
He's not opposed to staying home for dates but when he wants to get to know you better he'd suggest going out to places. He'll absolutely try to go all out on dates however he's far from perfect, still he tries his absolute best for you.
He's romantic without realizing, and does it best when he isn't trying and simply speaking comfortably.
S: Security (how protective are they? how would they protect their s/o?)
He's very protective and thinks about your safety first and foremost. He'd take buildings and bullets for you if he needed to.
T: Try (how much effort would they put in? like dates and gifts?)
He'd put in so much effort it's astounding, he wants to go above and beyond for the one he loves and tries his very best to.
U: Ugly (what are some bad habits of theirs?)
He breaks things very easily without realizing. A habit that forced him to choose softness first because he just breaks and breaks. And some things he breaks he can't replace.
He gets a bit paranoid sometimes, and then feels the excessive need to call you like 10 times within the same hour.
He sometimes gets in this headspace that the people in his life think very little of him or that he's useless and then dwells in this belief without actually asking you or his loved ones. He has the bad habit of keeping bad thoughts and bottled emotions to himself.
V: Vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)
He's a mix, on one hand he wants to look his very best and on one hand he doesn't want to go overboard.
W: Whole (would they feel incomplete without their s/o?)
Albert is one of the characters that I think would thrive in a relationship, he puts all his heart in it when he loves you, so without you he'd be beyond devastated. He'd definitely feel lost for a while.
X: Xtra (what’s a random hc for them?)
He's a karaoke CHAMPION
Y: Yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, in general?)
He despises bigotry in every form. He's also not a fan of very judgemental people.
Z: Zzz (do they snore? sleep talk? sleep walk?)
He's a light snorer but that's the extent of it, also has the tendency to try and seek out your body in his sleep.
“Are you in any pain?” He asked you for what felt like the millionth time today. He clearly had noticed your fidgeting as you tried and failed yet again to calm your screaming body as you watched him move around the apartment…shirtless. “No.” You snapped. You really were trying not to be too short with him, but he had to know what he was doing. He was driving you crazy and being in this cast and minimizing not only your movement but your ability to be sexy in any way for weeks was starting to take it’s toll on you both mentally and physically.
“Here let me try and help you get comfortable.” He said walking over and leaning over you to help you move and adjust on the couch while keeping you leg elevated. You took a deep breath as his large shirtless body leaned over you. When his hand touched your hip and then grazed to your thigh in an innocent attempt to help shift you couldn’t fight the moan and twitch it elicited. He stepped back from you clearly afraid he hurt you but then his brows came together as he watched you. You knew your skin was flushed and you were breathing harder and his eyes scanning over you didn’t help in the slightest.
“Do you….need me sweetheart?” Clark said dropping his voice low to be sure you understood his intentions fully.
“God yes Clark, please? It’s been too long.”
He walked toward you and kneeled next to your spot on the couch and slowly slid his hand under your shoulders and upper thighs. He smiled as he gently lifted you and began to walk to the bedroom. “Oh trust me, I am ready as well but we are going to go very….very…slowly.” When he was done he leaned his face toward you to give you a quick kiss and then continued his gentle walk to the bedroom.
Hello everyone! Welcome to my first little fic recommendation post ≧◡≦ !!! first and foremost, I have been absent and haven't posted much in the past two weeks or so. I had exams (that I still did poorly on) and I had a lot of requests to dig through. I also am active on the #Marvelrp and #Screamrp Instagram community (my main rp account is @/spacehimbo (MCU) and @/stabsubreddit (scream) if anyone is curious) and i've just been pregaming how active both communities will be in the next upcoming weeks. I also got carried away with writing my original work ヽ(^◇^*)/ aside from that, I felt like I was already oversaturating my account with one-shots in such a short period of time.
another thing I want to say is to thank you for 200 followers! we are already pretty close to the 300 mark, which I'm very blown away by. as well as my first one-shot is pretty much on track to hitting 2K notes; like I said, super cool !! thank you, guys!
I saw a couple of other writers and readers give out recommendations, I don't read a whole lot because my attention span is painfully short, but when I do read I like to give credit to the author. I have a growing platform on here so I feel like this is just a good time to appreciate some of my favorites i've read in April, as well as support the writers !! these are in no specific order ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა
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♡ Let the Devil Out by The Writing Doll @thewritingdoll
this is a dark fic and I would not recommend it if CNC freaks you out. however, I totally get writing dark fics. I struggle with PTSD relating to mass shootings and guns so situations where there is a gun and I'm in control (like playing PUBG or Valorant or just watching Zack Synder's SuckerPunch and other female-led action/horror movies where they stand up to their ab*sers so I can live vicariously through them) makes me feel at ease sometimes. this happens to be one of the better dark fics i found, the ending really is the pretty pink bow on this; but Matt Murdock dirty talking makes this fic a ten.
♡ Bumpy Ride by Laters-Gators @laters-gators
the fact that this is called 'bumpy ride' in itself is so funny to me, my humor is absolutely shattered. Also I like submissive Steven Grant. me and submissive Steven Grant are friends. I also like the idea of teasing someone so hard they cream their pants. but maybe that's just me. would read again if i'm stuck in the car again.
♡ Oh Honey Honey by Pink-Baby-Girl @pink-baby-girl
despite what my blog shows you, i'm not that much of a bucky girl. but this fic might as well jump off the fucking screen and call me a liar. two things i learned about myself while reading this; i am a whore, and i also have been craving cupcakes for the past two weeks without noticing. bucky girls, this is a treat, pun intended.
♡ Cardigan by Parkers3 @parkers3
"Now that's what I call a great fucking breakfast!"
♡ Kyphi by Clints-Lucky-Arrow @clints-lucky-arrow
i think we can all agree that druig doing mind control is sexy, i'm sorry but there is nothing hotter than druig calling me a goddess and a whore all in the same sentence. also the way anon asked for this had me flustered and laughing for two whole minutes. i love when anons ask for super detailed fics - they really get detailed and its hilarious. great fic, would read again
♡ Sins of the Mind by Vigilanteh @vigilanteh
i already reblogged this one so i'll try to keep this brief; nothing is fucking funnier than someone watching their significant other take their microdose of amphetamine and being like "that's hot". it made reading the rest of this fic pretty fun. would read again!
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I will be posting a Marc Spector and a Villanelle one shot as soon as i can. I hope you guys have an awesome day and an awesome may!
The Bat-Adoption Papers are literal Magic Contracts
So! In the Deified Batman AU (the AU where the Belief of the peoples of Gotham accidentally Ascended Batman to minor godhood), the Bat Adoption Papers would be a fun concept.
Batman is a God of The Night, Fear, and Protection. Specifically, the protection of Children, which is one of his biggest motivators. Meaning, it's a big part of his Divine Domain.
So when he, a God of Protection and Children, adopts his own Child? It's kind of a big deal.
His Adoption Papers basically become Magical Contracts that claim Dick to him as his own Son, basically turning Dick into a Demigod by the fact that he is the Son of a God.
Then each time Batman adopts a kid, they become a Demigod as well. Maybe after enough time, and after they forge their own Identities, they could become Minor Gods of their own? Idk, fun idea
Why do I bring this up?
Well, when Danny eventually joins the JLA, and runs into Batman, all he sees in a God of the Night, who takes one look at him, and then pulls out a Magical Binding Contract from his Belt.
He's close. So. fucking. close. Damn near came he's so drunk off of you, but no, not yet―
Not when he needs you to cum for him again.
And so he continues, finds pleasure in the tight coil within that's fucking screaming for release, gets off to your moans, your screams, the way your body quivers because it's overstimulated, and the way you say his name...
jason todd being a book nerd in canon is so funny to me. like mf is a violent vigilante but chows down some pride & prejudice on his off time. he is such a silly goose (homicidal maniac)
He's missing you, missing his baby, and he can't help it. Can't help but think of your touch, your scent, and the way you say his name. The way you love him. Can't help but think of the way you plead for more as he fucks you, as your legs wrapped around his waist trembles with each thrust and he knows he's bringing it home.
Shit.
And so he calls you. Wants to hear your voice, wants to hear you want him the way he wants you. Wants to hear you tell him you love him. He calls you and makes you touch yourself for him, makes you tell him who you belong to. And fuck if the way you say his name isn't heaven to his ears.
He doesn't touch himself. Doesn't want to even though he's rock fucking hard. Just wants to bask in your pleasure and so he does, closing his eyes and listening to the music of your moans, biting back a groan of his own as you cum and he ruins his pants with the intensity of his own orgasm. Damn. He likes this pair, too.
But it doesn't matter, not when he's thinking of how fucking beautiful you always look after you've cum, when you're both basking in the afterglow and your love is once again reaffirmed. And he can't wait to get home. Can't wait to get to you. Can't wait to feel you under him and hear heaven once again.
Can't wait to hear you want him the way he wants you.
Summary: An orphan all her life, Y/N is simply too old to remain at The Bowery Home any longer. That is where an anonymous patron has swooped in to send her off to college and all he requires…a monthly letter of her academic progress.
Based off the book and musical “Daddy Long Legs”
Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader
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From the Home of the Gordon Family
31st December
Dear Batman,
I meant to write to you before and thank you for your Christmas cheque, but life in the Gordon household is very absorbing, and I don't seem able to find two consecutive minutes to spend at a desk.
I bought a new gown—one that I didn't need, but just wanted. My Christmas present this year is from Batman; my family just sent love.
I've been having the most beautiful vacation visiting Barbara. She lives in a big old-fashioned brick house with white trimmings set back from the street—exactly the kind of house that I used to look at so curiously when I was in the Bowery Home, and wonder what it could be like inside. I never expected to see with my own eyes—but here I am! Everything is so comfortable and restful and homelike; I walk from room to room and drink in the furnishings.
It is the most perfect house for children to be brought up in; with shadowy nooks for hide and seek, and open fireplaces for pop-corn, and an attic to romp in on rainy days and slippery banisters with a comfortable flat knob at the bottom, and a great big sunny kitchen, and a nice, fat, sunny cook who has lived in the family thirteen years and always saves out a piece of dough for the children to bake. Just the sight of such a house makes you want to be a child all over again.
And as for families! I never dreamed they could be so nice. Barbara has a father and mother and grandmother, and the sweetest three-year-old baby sister all over curls, and a medium-sized brother who always forgets to wipe his feet, and a big, good-looking brother named Jimmie, who is a junior at Princeton.
Bruce's eyes scanned the words on the paper, his usually stoic expression revealing a flicker of surprise and something akin to dismay. He couldn't deny the unease that settled in his chest at the mention of this mysterious young man. The thought of Y/N, someone he had mentored and grown fond of, showing interest in someone else triggered an unexpected pang of discomfort.
A low groan escaped him as he set the letter down on the desk. The idea of Y/N having an interest in a man didn't sit well with him, stirring emotions he hadn't anticipated. He couldn't quite put his finger on why it bothered him so, but the realization that she might be drawn to someone outside their mentor-mentee relationship brought a sense of unrest.
Leaning back in his chair, Bruce ran a hand through his hair, contemplating how to react to Y/N's letter. He couldn't deny the connection they shared, and the notion of someone else vying for her attention created a subtle tension in the air.
We have the jolliest times at the table— everybody laughs and jokes and talks at once, and we don't have to say grace beforehand. It's a relief not having to thank Somebody for every mouthful you eat. (I dare say I'm blasphemous; but you'd be, too, if you'd offered as much obligatory thanks as I have.)
Such a lot of “things we've done—I can't begin to tell you about them. Mr. Gordon is the Commissioner of Gotham and Christmas Eve he had a tree for the officers’ children. It was in the long packing room which was decorated with evergreens and holly. Jimmie Gordon was dressed as Santa Claus and Barbara and I helped him distribute the presents.
Dear me, Batman, but it was a funny sensation! I felt as benevolent as a Trustee of the John Grier home. I kissed one sweet, sticky little boy—but I don't think I patted any of them on the head!
And two days after Christmas, they gave a dance at their own house for ME. It was the first really true ball I ever attended—college doesn't count where we dance with girls. I had a new white evening gown (your Christmas present—many thanks) and long white gloves and white satin slippers. The only drawback to my perfect, utter, absolute happiness was the fact that Mrs. Lippett couldn't see me leading the cotillion with Jimmie Gordon. Tell her about it, please, the next time you visit the B. H.
Also, who should have been invited to this event but Mr. Bruce Wayne himself! Apparently he is friends with the Gordons and I had the opportunity to thank him again in person for the lovely chocolates. He introduced me to his friends and inquired about my education and recommended a book to me. In the most gentlemanly of actions, he sent the book to the Gordon home the next day with a note that I should keep the book and add it to my personal collection. He says that every respectable writer should have a collection of books and I find that I agree with him completely. I find myself dreaming of a day where i can live in a grand home and collect books to my heart’s content.
Yours ever,
Y/N Abbott
PS. Have you ever read Gulliver’s Travel? I wonder what you would think of such a fantastical novel!
PPS. Would you be terribly displeased, Bats, if I didn't turn out to be a Great Author after all, but just a Plain Girl?
Comments & kudos on ao3 are much appreciated, as are reblogs here on Tumblr! ❤️
The red hot branding iron was inches away from his other cheek when he woke with a choked gasp. His ragged breath was running away from him while his heart pounded like fists against his ribcage. His wide, pale blue eyes blinked frantically, adjusting to the darkness, trying desperately to latch onto something—anything—that didn’t belong in his dank, dark prison cell. A bed, he told himself. His chest rose and fell as if he was running a marathon. He swallowed hard. I’m in a bed. The only bed he’d known in Arkham was the cold, hard, filthy wood floor of his cage. But he could still feel the intense heat radiating off the cruel metal onto his tender, unbranded cheek; the Clown’s maniacal cackle still echoed in his ear. He clawed at his pillow, pulling it over his head as if he could hide from his master, as if he could drown out the grating laugh that would haunt him even after he was rotting away in his grave.
“He’s dead,” he panted as his body shook like a leaf in a hurricane, “he’s dead, he’s dead, I’m free,” he repeated, but icy terror still clutched at his throat as his mind refused to believe the words. The walls of the dark room seemed to close around him, swallowing him back down into the bowels of Arkham Asylum, where his master was waiting to punish him again. He choked back a scream. Tears burned at the corners of his eyes, which he screwed shut. “Not again,” he whimpered helplessly. “Please don’t do it again.”
His muscles were as taut as a grappling cable. Cold sweat drenched his entire body. He pulled shuddering knees to his chest, curling into the fetal position, as if he could protect himself from the crowbar in the Clown's lavender-gloved hands.
A pair of ungloved hands slid beneath the crooks of his arms, and he squealed in terrifying despair.
“Shh,” a voice whispered, as soft as satin, as gentle as a breeze. Then the warmth of an embrace enveloped him, dragging him out of hell.
“I-I’m sorry…” he stammered, sniffling. Warm tears trickled down his cheeks, which flamed red with embarrassment. “I-I didn’t mean to wake you…”
She squeezed him even tighter, curling herself around him, wrapping him up in a cocoon of protection. Her heart beat steadily against his mutilated back, and he grounded himself with the comforting sensation; the reminder that he was needed, that he was loved.
“It’s okay, baby,” she murmured sleepily. “You’re safe. I’m here…” She placed a tender kiss against his trembling shoulder, and his body relaxed in her arms. “I got you.”
Jason who kisses his way up your body when you're coming down from your high. He whispers a hushed 'you okay ma?' in your ear because he cares
Jason who cleans you up with a soft towel against your delicate skin with eyes burning with just how much he loves you
Jason who will shower with you if you're up for it, constantly kissing your neck, your shoulders, anywhere his bitten lips could reach as his hands lovingly spread suds around your body
Jason who brings you a warmed and fluffy towel and wraps you up in it, making you look like the most adorable burrito he's ever seen
Jason who rubs you down with expensive oils, creams and butters, making sure your skin stays soft for the next time he's itching to devour you
Jason who helps you back into your (his) comfy clothes, while whispering all of the million and one reasons he'll love you forever
Jason who massages your hips, back and thighs, while also smoothing his lips over his previous bites he left on your heated skin and maybe leaving some more
Jason who rubs firm and gentle circles into your lower tummy, the place where he felt his length protruding from mere minutes ago, to soothe the ache he must have left
Jason who kisses you to sleep with his limbs wound tightly around you, mentally praying for your touch to never leave him
Jason who leaves your sleeping body only to make you breakfast the next morning: french toast with fluffy pancakes with syrups and jams of your choice
Jason who battles with his own mind about his self worth and weather or not you should be with someone better. But he would rather (literally) die than have you thinking the same. You're perfect. End of story.
Jason who would burn the whole world down if misfortune ever dared to reveal itself to you. Nothing will ever hurt you. Nothing will ever stop him from looking down and seeing those bright, sparkling eyes and sheepish smile. He swears on his next grave.