#dick is the one w him at the restaurant and he's telling tim to go see a star war lol

[reineydraws]

obsessed with the idea that bruce acts like lucille bluth when he's being airheaded socialite brucie wayne😂

here's a bonus brucie with reporter clark kent:

#dc fanart #batman #batman fanart #bruce wayne #bruce wayne fanart #dcu #clark kent #superbat #dick is the one w him at the restaurant and he's telling tim to go see a star war lol #tim knows his dad isnt actually Like That but he still majorly cringed hearing it LOL #drawing these were an exercise in understanding muscley man shoulders and i do believe i learned smthg 😌😌 #it's too bad im too lazy to colour cuz i based his outfits on what lucille's wearing in the gifs #so everything he's wearing has the same patterns/colours! #brucie wayne #btw yall ur gonna be seeing more batman art from me lol thats where my brains been at recently #not necessarily battinson but like. batfam and superbat that kinda stuff #comic #dc #dc comic #IVE DECIDED i want everyone to know when he says 'good for her' hes talking abt harley leaving the joker (and eventually dating pam)

[robinofgothamcity]

♡ prompt: "don’t leave me. don’t you dare leave me.”

♡ pairing: jason todd (redhood) x fem reader

♡ lyric inspiration: "everybody loves somebody sometime. everybody falls in love somehow." 

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / i wanna note that this doesn’t follow TITANS Jason Todd. you can use whatever version you want. the reason i say this is because the lack of gifs for Jason that Tumblr provides is w a c k.

“don’t bullshit me Jason, I really don’t need you coming up with any kind of excuse on the spot,” you told Jason. he could tell you were being completely serious. you weren’t feigning anything as you looked him straight in the eyes, “i’m done with the excuse and i’m personally done with waiting for someone who doesn’t make time for me.” 

Jason tried grabbing your hand but you immediately took it back. not caring if you were making a scene or not. 

Dick and Tim were in the unfortunate situation of being present for you argument and although they felt kind of awkward being around, they low key wanted to hear the rest of the argument. they felt awful for you but Jason had it coming. 

“don’t leave me. don’t you dare leave me!” Jason screamed. you shook your head, “you did this to yourself, Todd. you don’t get to play the victim in this situation,” you stated before grabbing your bag and exiting Jason’s apartment. 

Tim as well as Dick stood in awkward silence. not knowing whether to comfort Jason or leave. this was the first time in what felt like ages that they have seen Jason so vulnerable. 

you were Jason’s version of normal. although you weren’t a hero or any kind of sidekick, you did help out any of the teams that needed an extra hand at their respective lairs. you had a flair for working computers and knew your way around them when Tim wasn’t available. 

-

a few weeks had passed since your ‘break up’ with Jason. you had helped out the Bat’s a few times within the weeks but you made sure to keep your distance with Jason. whenever he appeared, you went to another section of the Batcave or moved completely to the second level so you wouldn’t even have to run into him. 

today, however; you were hanging around Tim’s team. you were in the mood to bug Connor as you were helping Jon with some of his schoolwork and decided to stick around. you weren’t particularly close with Connor but he did have a soft side with you so you messing with him didn’t necessarily upset him. 

“Tim or Connor, how much would it cost for you to bring me food from the chicken place around the corner?” you asked the two boys. “Connor could probably take you. I don’t think Tim’s moving from his computer anytime soon but I don’t mind piggybacking you there,” Wally said from the other side of the table. 

you huffed, smacking Tim on the side of the head and getting up. 

“well if that’s the case, come on West, you’re taking me,” you said grabbing his shoulder. Tim from the corner of his eye examined your interaction with Wally. you were getting a bit closer to the redhead and he found it a bit weird considering you weren’t close with him while you were with Jason, “hold on,” Wally smirked as he hauled you over onto his back. 

you laughed, holding on tightly as he zoomed out the door. Tim knew it wasn’t any of his business to get involved in relationship drama. he wanted nothing to do with it personally but seeing you close with Wally rubbed him the wrong way for some reason. maybe it was the idea that he still had hope for you to that made him text his adoptive brother. 

“your girl is going out with Wally. they’re going to be at the restaurant by my place if you’re wondering.” 

Jason had been moping around when he wasn’t going on any missions so when he saw Tim texting him, he found it weird within itself. he hardly messaged any of his brothers so receiving one from Tim no less was pretty odd. 

his heart dropped a bit reading the text. he had no idea you were even close with the speedster so to be going on a date with him put him on edge. Jason immediately ran out of his door and booking it on his motorcycle to the restaurant. 

had any police been on the streets, Jason would’ve received copious amount of tickets by the way he was speeding but he could have cared less. he arrived to the restaurant in due time. he saw you sitting down, eating with Wally as the two of you were basically scarfing down the food in front of you. 

Jason felt a pang to his chest as he watched you talk with Wally like nothing was wrong. he had never seen you so care free before. even when the two of you went out for a date or something, he felt so on edge thinking that something could happen to you. 

Jason didn’t want to sound more problematic than he already was but he felt a feeling of possessiveness hit him seeing you with Wally. like he didn’t want you going out with anyone that wasn’t him. his eye twitched every time Wally made you laugh or whenever you reached over to smack or touch him. 

eventually, he saw you and Wally getting up from the table. he quickly hopped on his motorcycle and drove back to his place, more upset than he thought he would be. 

he shot Tim a text back, thanking him for letting him knowing. 

Jason had heard a few days ago that you were planning on going out with a few of your friends with a club in Gotham and that happened to be today. he knew that following you to whatever club you were going too would be wrong but with the way he was feeling, he didn’t care. he was coming along..even if he had to hide in the crowd. 

he inched his way back to your place a few hours later to see you already getting dressed. you were wearing one of Jason’s favorite outfits and that alone made him want to go over to you and remind you that you were his. (WHY DID THIS GO SO YANDERE ALL OF A SUDDEN PFT).

the funny thing in all of this was that he saw you slip in some crocs into your bag. he knew you hated wearing shoes let alone heels so to see you probably change into them through the night made him chuckle. 

once you got into your car and made your way into Gotham to the club you were meeting your friends at, he walked in through the side and stood in the corner as he watched you get ID’d and walk inside. all of you were sitting at a table and ordering your first round of drinks. you downed a shot of whatever you had ordered before grabbing your friends hand taking her out into the dance floor. 

Jason walked in a bit closer but making sure to stay hidden. he saw you just dancing with your friend and couldn’t help but gulp. the way you were dancing and grinding up against your friend would have had him dragging you to the nearest bathroom for getting him riled up. (insert gif above)

he remained watching you until he noticed a guy approaching you. the guy was on the taller side, greasy hair flopping to the side of his face, and his clothes looked like he hadn’t changed out of it in days. 

“really, I’m fine. I don’t dance with people I don’t know,” you stated as you friend pulling you away. the guy quickly grabbed your other hand, “c’mon, one dance?” you shook him off, stating once again that you weren’t interested before walking back to the table. 

Jason, although the interaction was minor, was seeing red. he waited until the guy left to catch him in the single bathroom, leaving him bloody and bruised. he looked down to the guy before chuckling, “you should really learn what no means,” he spat before leaving. 

by the time he entered the floor again, you were already back on the floor dancing. you were dancing with another friend as you sipped on a drink and minded your business. it took a few internal screams to remind himself that he couldn’t just walk over to you and take you by the hand but almost after that, he heard commotion coming from the other end of the bar. 

closer to where you were.

Jason walked slowly to make sure shit didn’t get out of hand. you didn’t even realize that an entire fight had broken out by you as you were too busy singing to the song that was playing. it wasn’t until you heard gunshots that made you flinch and realize that shit was going down. 

you grabbed your friend, screaming at them to forget their things as you took everything the Bats had told you about situations like this and basically run for your life. you ran to the nearest exit before hearing gunshots going off again. this time, you tried ducking but it was far too late. you felt an impact against your left shoulder blade.

the gunshot immediately made you fall onto the ground as Jason practically sprinted to you. you weren’t even conscious enough to realize what was going on anymore but as you tried to get up to run once again, you felt yourself get pistol whipped on the nose as you fell again. 

Jason finally made it towards you after he signaled the Outlaws and even the some of the Bats to make their way to the club. you were trying your best to keep your eyes open but they were slowly starting to fall shut. 

“hey! hey! don’t fall asleep on me,” you heard Jason’s panicked voice. you laughed, leaning against him, “of course you would’ve followed me here but Jay, I’m kinda tired,” you whispered as your eyes fell completely shut. Jason shook you again as he tried to make sure you stayed awake, “don’t leave me. don’t you fucking leave me!” he screamed. 

it took a few minutes but eventually, the paramedics came in and got you onto a stretcher as Tim, Roy, and for some odd reason, Damian walked inside. they saw your state of being and looked to Jason. 

“a fight broke out and one of them shot off with gunshots. she got shot on the shoulder and hit with the gun to the nose,” he explained as he watched the ambulance put you inside. he knew...he hoped that you would make it out okay because he had some business to take care of before he went to visit you in the hospital, “I’ll be back,” he growled, getting up and running out the door. 

Roy, Tim, and Damian looked at each other realizing what he was about to do. they quickly followed him out the door but by the time they reached him, he was already running down the darkened ally, trailing what they assumed were the people that hurt you. 

Jason managed to tackle them to the floor, getting the ring leader as he stepped on the guys throat. he made sure not to make him pass out as he wanted the guy to feel his punches. Jason was big. size comparison to Superman so the punches to the face felt unearthly. 

“JASON STOP!” Tim screamed as Roy grabbed his best friend along with Damian, “if you get caught up in all this, you won’t be able to visit her. stop!” he yelled as he asked Roy to keep him calm, “go to the hospital. Roy can even take you but Robin and I have this,” he continued. 

he wanted to argue but for the first time in his life, Jason actually listened. he knew that he would get nothing by spending the night in a jail cell. Roy let him go when he realized that Jason was calm enough and let him to his motorcycle to follow you to the hospital. 

Jason got to the hospital about a half hour later. he immediately ran to the front desk, screaming your name to the receptionist who flinched back in fear. she walked him slowly to the room where you were at and informed him that you weren’t severely injured and most of the damage was on the nose. the blood you had lost was already getting pumped back into you. 

he saw you asleep on the bed as he pulled the chair up to your bed. Jason had never saw you this way before and frankly, it scared the shit outta him. he never wanted to see you this way again. 

without realizing, Jason had fallen asleep on the chair with his hand holding yours. it wasn’t until you actually woke up to see Jason asleep that you slowly shook him awake. Jason jumped up in fright and when he saw that you were awake, a sigh of relief was released. 

“how are you feeling? do you need anything?” he asked as you shook your head, “why did I know you would follow me to the club tonight?” you said with a tired smile. Jason shrugged, “you know how hard it is for me to quit you,” he confessed. 

while you did want to keep up your anger towards him, you weren’t even in the mood to start arguing with him. “Jason, seriously?” you said, not knowing what to say. Jason checked the door to make sure it was closed before basically hovering over you, “I can’t lose you. I just can’t. you’re the only thing that makes me feel normal. I know I wasn’t prioritizing you but I just can’t see you with anyone else. seeing you with Wally earlier almost made me want to kill him. I swear, I’ll start being better. I’ll make sure to make time for you but please, don’t leave me,” he yelled but softly. 

you had never heard Jason so vulnerable before, “wait, how did you know I was with Wally earlier?” you asked. Jason smiled sheepishly, knowing he was about to rat Tim out, “Tim might’ve told me,” he said. you squinted your eyes, “that asshole,” you said. 

“Jay, it’s hard to believe that when this isn’t the first time its happened. I just, I can’t be put in third or fourth place anymore. I see the way Dick and his girlfriend are and he still makes time for her and I always question why can’t you do the same!” you replied. Jason nodded understandingly, “I know but please, please trust me. one more chance and if I screw this up, you have every right to leave me for good,” he said almost immediately. 

you sighed, thinking for a few moments, “fine. one more chance and if you ruin it, it’s over. I won’t care what you say or do to try and get me back,” you threatened as Jason sighed in relief. 

he bent down for a kiss that had went longer than usual. it was getting steamier by the second but before you could continue, you heard a knock on the door indicating that the nurse or a doctor realized you were awake, “later, I promise. you’ll have enough time for this when you nurse me back to health,” you whispered making Jason laugh, “good because the way you were dancing with your friend might’ve turned me on more than I want to admit,” he said. 

you rolled your eyes as Jason sat back down on the chair as the doctor walked in. 

#DC comics #DC imagines #dc imagine #dc #dc x reader #jason todd #jason todd imagine #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x reader #red hood #red hood imagine #red hood x reader #red hood x y/n

[redhoodieone]

Welcome Home

A/N: Hi everyone! This is an old fic that I’m re-posting for those who want to read it. Enjoy!

WARNINGS: Language and Smut.

  I knew my family was different the moment I found out my adoptive father was Batman. I was just a ten-year-old girl when I snuck down the stairs at midnight for a drink of water and spotted Batman leaving a trail of blood from his study and calling out for Alfred for help. The moment our eyes locked, Bruce instantly knew that I was clearly aware of his secret. He had also confessed it was him who saved me from a shootout that my parents were involved in and that it was him, as Batman. I felt I owed Bruce my own life for saving me, and I vowed to keep my father’s secret and pray that he would return home safely every night back to me.

It didn’t help that I soon discovered my adoptive older brother Dick Grayson was Robin. Not only did I have to keep his secret as well, but it made it more impossible to not have a crush on him. I mean, Dick has such a charming personality, beautiful baby blue eyes, and a devilish smile that can make any girl crawl on her hands and knees. And that ass…

I later found myself becoming the second Robin once Dick left to assume his own identity, Nightwing. Bruce trusted me, and he saw potential in me the second I told him I couldn’t see myself being a hero forever. Perhaps he never really wanted me to be his sidekick and figured if I got it out of my system that I could resume my life as a sixteen-year-old and do normal teenager activities. As if my life was normal anyways.

But things changed as soon as I was finally embracing myself as a hero. Bruce had taken in a new kid, Jason Todd. He was a troublemaker, a rebel, and a mysterious kid, who had never even spoken to me unless he had to. I don’t think my age helped the situation either; I was a couple of years older than him and he may not have seen me as an equal. But of course, the dark haired, icy blue eyed, bad attitude boy was given the Robin title, and I was removed because of a patrol-gone-wrong situation.

Stupid Harley Quinn and her baseball bat. Who knew one hit to my knee could bench me for two months (Alfred added an additional five months of rest).

Then the unthinkable happened. The second Robin was killed by the Joker. Jason Todd’s death put Bruce into a depression, and he swore he would never put another kid’s life in danger. Our father and daughter relationship broke apart before my very eyes. I spent my remaining teenage years in the mansion isolated, except for Alfred’s loving company.

I had graduated high school on time and I quickly decided to go to Gotham University to escape the Bat family. Before I moved out, I discovered Bruce had taken in another kid, Tim Drake, who was currently the new Robin. Was I hurt? Of course, I felt I was somehow replaced. Would I miss the Bat family? Maybe. Maybe not.

I did in fact wish the new younger Robin good luck. When Tim looked up at me, his light blue eyes were so innocent and frightened about me leaving him behind. I didn’t know why he would be so upset about me leaving; wouldn’t he want all of Bruce’s attention without me hanging around the mansion?

Now I’m twenty-one-years-old, and I’m still a student at Gotham University. Alfred had just called and informed me Bruce wants me back home.

As I sit in a taxi while anxiously waiting to pull up to Wayne Manor, I honestly don’t know why Bruce wants me back at home. Alfred has kept me up to date about the Bat family incidents and activities I have missed out those few years such as:

Dick Grayson becoming a womanizer (I saw it coming) and how he’s juggling working as a police officer and Nightwing. He’s still the favorite and golden child in Bruce’s eyes.

Jason Todd is back from the dead, and he’s currently operating his own team: Red Hood and the Outlaws (who knew he was leadership material underneath that thick skull of his?).

Tim Drake is Red Robin (does the fast food chain restaurant know about his superhero name?), and he’s currently assisting the Teen Titans when necessary while simultaneously aiding Bruce with detective work.

Damian Wayne is Bruce Wayne’s unknown biological child. I think he’s about fifteen-years-old now; from what I remember the last time I spoke to Alfred. I met Damian once, when Bruce asked me to meet him once Talia al Ghul practically dropped him off at Bruce’s doorstep. The boy was a little shit: bratty, stuck up, and insensitive. Even though he is the spitting image of Bruce, minus the different colored eyes (Bruce has blue and Damian’s are green), Damian claims he is set to take over the cowl when Bruce is either dead or done. God help us all…

But I still can’t figure out why I am needed back home. Is Alfred sick? Is Bruce dying after fighting all these years? Is it one of my brothers?

I jump in surprise once the taxi comes to a hard stop. After paying the man, I grab my duffel bag and I climb the front steps that I suddenly remember jumping off them as a kid. Alfred scolded me many times, and I still did it because being bad was fun.

I scoff loudly, and I jump down the five steps that would have given Alfred a heart attack. Maybe I haven’t changed as much as I thought.

I find the wooden front door unlocked, which is odd considering Alfred always makes sure to lock it. As a matter of fact, Alfred hasn’t greeted me like he always does when I come home. Where is Alfred?

After I unwrap my scarf, I pull my hoodie over my head to be more comfortable in the warm house. Sadly, I forgot to do laundry yesterday, so I came home in just my black yoga pants and red tank top. What would Alfred say?

I kick off my shoes and walk to the kitchen barefoot. Pulling my long hair into a ponytail, I notice a note on the counter that’s written for me. I unfold the note and stare at the nicest, well done cursive handwriting only one man can do here.

 Dear Lady Y/N,

I sincerely apologize for not being there to greet you properly. Master Bruce had wanted me to take my holiday to London early, and Lord knows I can use a week to myself after stitching up countless wounds, tidying up bedrooms and Bat caves, and playing messenger between you and your father. I have a cooked roast with garlic mash potatoes in the refrigerator if you are hungry. Do heat it up and perhaps show your father and brothers how to use the microwave.

I dearly love you and the boys,

 Love Alfred Pennyworth

P.S.

Look into the highest cabinet above the refrigerator, and you will discover a jar of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies just for you.

 I grin widely, and before I can turn around and find the cookies, I’m stuck between the counter and a tall, hard body behind me. I freeze.

“Welcome home, Y/N. I missed you so much,” Bruce whispers in my ear. I can feel his hot breath above my shoulder and neck. The familiar smell of his expensive cologne fills my nostrils. His large hands rub my legs and grip onto my hips very hard. “Did you miss me?”

“H-hi dad. W-what are you doing?” I ask softly, but I know it came out like a whisper. One of his hands is holding my waist, while the other caresses my abdomen. It feels strange considering Bruce is supposed to be my father, and we shouldn’t be this close or even touching each other. But a part of me wants to keep feeling his hands on me and see what he does next.

“Holding you. Smelling you. Touching you,” he answers, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. He breathes harder when I press my backside against his front by accident. “It appears you want this too. Am I correct, Y/N?”

His hand pulls down my yoga pants enough, so he can reach into my underwear. Bruce continues to breathe hard from his nose when his fingers find my core. His thumb rubs fast circles on my clit, while he pushes two fingers inside me. I bite my bottom lip to stop a loud moan from coming out of me, but he appears he’ll have none of that. He stops fingering me.

“You better be loud, or I won’t let you cum, Y/N.”

Before I can beg him to keep going, he turns my face, so I can look him in those cold, pale blue eyes. “Please tell me you’re…not a virgin.” Bruce’s face is twisted in pleasure from just fingering me, but I can tell his lips are trembling and there’s a soft but pleading look in his eyes. This must hurt him as much as it’s hurting me.

“I-I’m not,” I confess, and wonder if he would change his mind if I said I was.

“Who was it with?” Bruce demands. He kisses along my shoulder to my neck before he bites on my soft spot. I hiss in pain and I grind into him again.

“Josh Mitchell. I was sixteen,” I answer harshly.

“Was he any good?”

Before I can answer, Bruce shoves the front of my body onto the counter, while he pulls down my yoga pants. My adrenaline is rushing, and I can feel myself wetting the counter from just his roughness. I can feel him unzip his pants and I can already imagine this thick, hard cock fucking me into oblivion.

“No, no he wasn’t good at all!” I cry out.

“Good, I’m actually relieved to hear that,” Bruce says, as he starts to stroke himself. “Do you want me to fuck you, Y/N?”

I want to turn around and watch him jack off. Hearing him pleasure himself isn’t enough. Bruce then jams two fingers back into my pussy and I whimper loudly. It has been too long since I’ve been intimate with a man. I need his cock now!

“I asked you a question, Y/N. Do I need to remind you who you are supposed to answer to?” he says seriously before adding a third finger inside me. I grip the counter and I breathe harder. I find myself rubbing my pussy on the edge of the smooth countertop for more friction, but he grabs my hips and stops me. “Now, do you want me to fuck you, Y/N, or should I leave you here, so you can dry hump the countertop alone?”

I growl louder, while my nails scratch the counter top. “YES! Yes, I want you to fuck me, Dad!”

As soon as those words left my mouth, I immediately wonder if I killed the mood. Why would I call him ‘dad’ when we’re about to have hot, rough sex in the kitchen? I need to apologize. I push myself up on my elbows and I shift my head to the side to apologize. I open my mouth to speak but stop when Bruce’s eyes darkened, and he growls as he slams his thick cock inside me.

I moan louder than I have in my entire life. His cock fills me up so much that I fear I won’t be able to walk straight for the next week or two. Bruce lifts my legs up and continues to shove me against the counter with every hard thrust. He wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to fuck me. The man is practically drilling into me with no kindness at all.

“Oh fuck! You’re so fucking tight. So wet and so hot,” Bruce groans out. With each thrust, I can feel he wants to let go and fuck me like he owns me.

“Go ahead, Dad. Fuck me. Fuck me like I’m yours and only yours,” I tempt him playfully.

Bruce growls and rams his cock faster into me. He keeps knocking the air out from my lungs, and I can feel my body pulsating against his. I grip the countertop harder each time, and I know my knuckles are turning white and becoming numb every second. With one hand on my hips, Bruce moves his other hand up my tank top to hold my tits.

“No bra? You’re a bad girl,” Bruce says in between panting.

“I forgot to do laundry,” I choke out.

“Excuses,” he manages to say, as he holds me up more, so he can penetrate me deeper. His cock is hitting a deeper spot in me. It must be my g-spot, because I have read about it but never actually felt it to know. I can feel myself clenching his dick tightly, and I know I’m getting closer to release. “You wanted me and your brothers to see your tits, huh?”

“Maybe,” I cry out louder than what I intended to. Fuck, what if one of my brothers hears me? They’ll really think I’m insane for fucking our father and for loving it every second. Bruce readjusts our position once more, so he can hit that spot continuously. “I-I think I’m going to cum!”

“Not yet, you better not!” Bruce growls, and drills into me harder and faster. With his powerful thrusts and the constant friction from the countertop on my clit, I know for a fact that I can’t last longer. His hands hold onto my hips while he fucks me harder than before.

I become a moaning mess. I can feel my mouth drop open because I feel liquid coming out from my core. Did I just squirt? What the hell is happening to me?

The sounds of skin on skin is louder because of my mess. I drop my head onto the counter while Bruce continues to fuck me. Before I can catch my breath, Bruce chuckles and lifts me up. “I just made you squirt. That has never happened before, has it?”

“No, that was my first time,” I answer breathlessly. He kisses my neck.

“You’re so wet,” Bruce grunts into my ear. Breathing heavily, he lifts my hips again, so he can rub my clit with his fingers. “You’re making a mess all over my cock. You’re such a bad girl.”

“I’m your bad girl,” I moan out, as I can feel another orgasm threatening to take over my body.

“Fuck yes, you are!” Bruce groans, and continues to shove his cock into my soaking wet pussy.

With every rough thrust, I know Bruce won’t last. I whimper once more when my pussy clenches his dick as he fucks me through my orgasm. A few more hard thrusts, Bruce pulls out and turns me over onto my back. He jacks himself off as I watch his cum spurt out all over my stomach.

Just seeing his hard, veiny thick cock before me turns me on once more. I lick my lips at how the tip of his dick glistens with his cum.

Bruce sighs heavily, and just when I think I should try to get up and clean myself, he pulls me up and kisses me. He shoves his tongue into my mouth, and we explore each other’s mouths as if this was our last chance to. He pulls away from me and rests his forehead against mine.

“You’re mine, Y/N. You belong to me, and the Batfamily. I don’t care who wants you, because you will never give them what you have given me. Do you understand?” Bruce asks, before giving me his famous bat glare.

“I understand, and I promise,” I swear before he kisses me once more.

“Good, now go wash up,” Bruce instructs before he helps me off the counter.

I grab a paper towel and wipe Bruce’s cum off my stomach before I pull up my yoga pants. As soon as I toss the damped paper towel into the trash, I immediately notice Dick Grayson is standing there at the entrance of the kitchen staring at me with fire in his eyes.

#dc comics #batman #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x y/n #bruce wayne x reader smut #bruce wayne x y/n smut #bruce wayne smut #batman smut

[anothertimdrakestan]

A Memorable Date With The Batboys (batboys x reader HC)

req: Can you please do the young justice and batfam perfect date with their s/o

hehehe this is so cute! like always pt 2 will be w yj bois! hope ya enjoy :)

Dick Grayson:

- Dick’s favorite dates with you are always the impromptu days you spend together 

- one of his favorite dating memories was when the two of you tried to make a one year anniversary cake

- the kitchen (and you guys) were covered in flour and spent the whole day laughing while throwing globs of questionable frosting at each other

- so many eggs were lost in pursuit of a cake that didn’t catch on fire

- at one point dick tried to convince you to add cereal to one of the cakes and it was an epic flaming failure (literally)

- you opted to walk to the bakery down the street and ended the day with a cup of coffee and a shared piece of cake that was so delicious Dick had to go buy another piece for later

- laughing over steaming mugs while also taking the time to reminisce on a year’s worth of memories will always be a highlight for Dick, he finds the most joy in just talking to you and getting to know you more- because you being yourself is truly what he loves the most

- you still have some of the polaroids the two of you took right after failed cake #4 Dick’s hair was sloppily stood up due to the flour and you were cringing while he kissed you on the cheek with raw batter stained lips, he keeps a copy in his wallet for good luck as it always reminds him of one of the best days of his life

Jason Todd:

- Jason’s got two very different ideas of the perfect date

- the first is straight forward:

- kick ass together, eat fast food on the way back, make you scream his name for the rest of the night

- he thinks you’re a total badass and loves going on patrol with you, plus his post-hood hair is like 200x more attractive and after patrol all his senses are heightened from adrenaline and he’s extra good at paying attention to your needs ; )

- on the total other end of the spectrum, he also loves curling up with you on a colder day and reading or relaxing

- it’s not often Jason truly gets to slow down and relax so he relishes in just getting to hold you for a day while you binge tv shows or book series

- he likes to smother you in little kisses while you giggle and try to pull away, making him laugh harder and pull you in for more

- overall, he’s like constantly stuck between thinking you’re the most badass, hottest bad bitch on the planet and thinking you are the cutest most precious thing to walk the planet and he must smother you in his affection (i mean are you complaining???)

Tim Drake:

- i can’t explain why but i just KNOW tim would decide he wants to pop off for a random date night and take you on a whirlwind of magic and here’s what i think it would entail:

- you thought date night would be a night in with takeout and movies but were shocked when Tim showed up to your door in a sexy ass suit saying he had something special planned for the night

- after rushing to put on something to match his fanciness you were escorted into one of Bruce’s fancy cars as Tim drove you to one of the most expensive restaurants in town

- big fancy restaurants are not really Tim’ scene so this would seem like a pretty big shock, until he led you in and up an elevator

- there was a single beautifully set table waiting for the two of you making you shaking your head at his rich dorkiness

- “don’t worry we will be eating good tonight” he teased as he pulled out your chair and helped you in. he wasn’t wrong, the food you had replaced whatever your favorite food was before and you got to spend the night almost exclusively alone with Tim while the two of you stared at the moon from atop the building, talked about your future together, and just life itself

- conversations with tim are truly the best, he has a million insightful little thoughts swirling around his head and he's so cute when he gets excited and wants to tell you about something, even if you don't always get it hehehe

-  the night ended with you draped in his blazer and his dress shirt slightly unbuttoned while the two of you skipped through downtown gotham screaming tiktok songs at 2am

- tim always remembers that night as filled with fun, laughs, and a night where he learned more about you just reassuring him that you truly are his favorite person on earth :)

Damian Wayne:

- damian's favorite date with you was more of an adventure than a date

- after a rough patrol damian was in need of a break and you texted him "d just take some time for yourself! like a little getaway" thinking it was nothing

- that was until he pulled up at your door with a stolen batmobile filled with titus and alfred the cat

- and just like that you were seated in the passenger wearing one of damians sweatshirts and your pj bottoms (he refused giving you time to change and just handed over the sweatshirt) driving until he saw the coast

- after an angry call from bruce and some of your smooth talking the two of you were secured for the day, damian knew it would be fun

- the two of you picked up some food and had a little beach picnic watching titus tear through the sand while alfred the cat sat in the car pouting

- you got to watch damian be authentically himself, running like a kid with titus, splashing you with water, and occasionally cracking a large grin that shone brighter than the sun

- damian will never forget getting to kiss you with the salty taste of seawater, the cuffs of his pants soggy and his feet cold but his heart warm and full. he's constantly sketching picutres of you with the ocean behind you, promising himself if he's ever sad or lonely he'll always have that memory to go back to

- you loved that day more than anything too, dami doesn't like you stealing his clothes but you've kept that sweatshirt forever, loving the way it still faintly smells of a mix of damian's cologne and sea water reminding you that beneath the snark (which is hilarious in of itself) there's a boy who just wants to point at pretty clouds and kiss you when he has the chance :)

hope you enjoyed! sorry this one took longer it gave me writers block for some odd reason ehehheh

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[glorified-red]

Valentine’s Day with Tim

word count: 1050~

warnings: Tooth rotting fluff

Typing this with a sprained thumb was a nightmare but I will not let you guys spend Valentines Day without some fluffy Tim >:)

Valentines day with Tim can have one of two different outcomes: if you two recently got together, Tim will meticulously plan out the whole day down to the minute or, if you two have been together for a longer time period, he will probably forget about it and haphazardly put something together the night before

Tim wants to impress you when you two first get together, he wants to make up for his busy schedule with gifts and a day with you, its his way of saying “Hey, please don't leave me. See? I can be a good boyfriend.”

So he goes all out

He’d sit down with Bruce and ask about different restaurants to book a reservation at since Bruce and Silena go out often enough

Tim would take notes and whatever place he didn't choose for Valentines, he'd use for a date later

Since Bruce suggested it, its very high end meaning you should probably dress fancy and be prepared for some wine

After booking dinner, Tim would try to come up with some gifts for you to keep which eventually leads to the typical gift of flowers

He’ll even have a very lengthy conversation with Alfred about different bouquet arrangements so he can have the flowers sing the perfect  message, even if you don't realize it

Red carnations with daisies peeping in and out, showcasing his love for you and his undying loyalty only for you

You may think its just the color red symbolizing the typical hidden messages of love and his hidden life, but he means it as pride, how proud he is to call you his valentine, to call you his

How much he admires each and every aspect of you

Its a small gift, but Tim poured hours of thinking into it until he and Alfred finished in the kitchen the night before, Bruce definitely doesn't have a picture of them hugging after

While in the beginning of the relationship Tim may feel a tad insecure and go all out, when you two have been together for awhile, he won't feel the need to impress you as much

Tim knows exactly how you feel about him at this point so Valentines Day seems less of a do-or-die holiday and more of a soft day to spend with you

Because of this, he’d completely forget about it

Jason would end up being the one to remind him while everyone’s sitting at dinner together

“So what are your plans for tomorrow, lovebird?” 

Cue a confused Tim with pasta in his mouth “W h a t”

Damian would only tsk and wonder how the hell someone fell in love with a moron like Tim

After finding out that Valentines Day is the next day and wow he has nothing planned, he would be just a little stressed out

When I say a little I mean he barges into Dicks bedroom with crazy eyes pleading for a sliver of his charisma to help make valentines special for you

Dick has to remind Tim constantly throughout the night that whatever you two end up doing, its about spending time together, not about crazy over the top gifts

Big Brother Mode™

Tim eventually decides to have a picnic with you, its easy to make happen and wonderful fun for the both of you

And its cheesy enough that Tims helpless romantic heart goes crazy

So he’ll text you in the morning a sweet little paragraph with a time he's going to pick you up <3

Tim will drive you to a cute little park and lay the blanket out for you, he doesn't let you lift a singular finger while he lays everything out, its the least he could do

He packed so many of your favorite foods and he doesn't tell you directly but you can see how proud he is of himself as he lays out your options

Alfred totally snuck in a few heart shaped desserts

It would get a little chilly as it gets darker out so don't be surprised when Tim scoots closer to you on the blanket and wraps his arm around you, he may even gather enough courage to wrap you in his jacket

The longer you two sit in silence, enjoying each others company, the cheesier Tim would get

If you don't stop him, he will go on a short tangent about how much you mean to him while sitting under the stars, your head laying on his shoulder

He’d tell you the exact moment he fell in love with you, the exact moment he realized you were the one he wanted to spend his life with

Tim would kiss the top of your head and thank you, thank you for trusting in him and making him feel as though he didn't have to overexert himself to show his love for you

That you still love him even if the picnic was last minute and his hair isn't gelled

At this point he'd fish out the gift he bought for you last night with the help of a certain persuasive cat 

It was a beautiful necklace with two hearts intertwined, one of them was red while the other was your favorite color

Its incredibly cheesy and Tim feel kind of stupid explaining the meaning behind it because it represents how his heart will always be connected to yours

Halfway through his face will be a blushing mess, stuttering out a “Sorry I know its cheesy but I thought you’d like it”

Please kiss him

Like, please

It will immediately calm his anxieties and make him feel reciprocated

And if you give him his gifts after? 

Wow he is going to feel so lucky, he’ll be starstruck in all honesty because yea he gave you gifts but he wasn't expecting you to give him anything in return

Quite literally, you could give him a rock and he will put it on his desk and sharpie on the year you gave it to him

Anything you give him, he will be immensely happy to receive it, Tim would look at you with wide eyes before gently putting down the gift and all but tackling you in a big hug

Because in that moment, under the stars, he fell impossibly harder for you

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[dickgrayson-is-a-dad]

dick grayson x pregnant!reader part 3!

Part one! Part two! Part four!

You married into a family of hardened detectives. They go out every night to fight the worst of criminals. They are considered some of the most intelligent humans on the planet.

Every single one of them has a childlike fascination for the baby growing inside of you

You receive a dozen texts a day asking after yourself and your child

You’re pretty sure Jason got a pregnancy tracker app

You’ve taken to sending pictures of any progress to Alfred, Bruce, and Tim

Mostly once a week, just a picture of your growing belly and a snapshot of your pregnancy app (seeing your baby through the eyes of fruits and vegetables could be odd)

(Also, Alfred got hard copies of ultrasound photos. You had a sneaking suspicion photo albums were happening)

Dick loved seeing you as the pregnancy progressed

(There will be no body security issues with Dick around, okay this boy thinks you’re the most beautiful woman to walk the earth)

His hand does not leave your belly, and he is completely unashamed of this

Will he have a hand on your belly while you’re at a restaurant?

Yes. Yes he will

Will he have a hand on your belly at any and all galas you’re forced to attend?

Absolutely.

(He would stop if you asked him to, of course, he loves and respects you more than anything in the world)

On days when the baby just won’t stop kicking, he’ll massage your belly and sing Romani lullabies to the baby (it’s the most relaxing thing in the w o r l d)

Alright listen. I’m not saying Dick Grayson thinks you with a big baby bump is the sexiest thing in the world, but he totally thinks it’s the sexiest thing in the world okay

On nights when Bruce **forces asks you to go a gala, there is some action at home that night

Oh and he definitely tries all of your pregnancy cravings if you let him/ask him to (the boy tried to have some one night and he might’ve had his hand smacked)

He actually finds a couple really good and continues to eat it well after your pregnancy

(not-pregnant you is very grossed out)

His favourite thing is to put his head in your lap/against your belly and give baby kisses and let baby kick his head (and you’ll put your hand in his hair and he gets to interact with his lil baby and it makes him so happy)

Sees someone out and about with a crying baby and realizes he has no idea how to care for an infant

(He calls Bruce panicking. Bruce Definitely Does Not Laugh a Little Bit)

After that he picks up some parenting books and is occasionally horrified at parenting techniques

“It says you sometimes have to just let the baby cry themself to sleep. Can you even imagine oh my gosh.”

(He’s very upset at the thought of letting baby be unhappy. You have to bring his hands to your belly to feel baby kick to remind him that they’re okay)

Oh also he definitely makes you watch birthing videos (and promptly regrets everything, but his facial expressions are funny)

he watches ‘what to expect when you’re expecting’ a dozen times

(You think this is funny, but Tim is Very Concerned and sends him some good documentaries on actual pregnancy and parenting)

(Dick thinks his movie choice is just fine, thank you)

Oh by the way, Dick cries every time you listen to the heartbeat and do an ultrasound it’s the sweetest thing ever

At appointments, to which he goes every time, he holds your hand the whole time and he brings a list of questions both of you had (or sometimes Tim had) throughout the week

He just wants to take care of you the best he possibly can and he wants you and the baby to be healthy

When they do an ultrasound he’ll hold your hand tight and he gets so nervous (he just gets so scared that something is gonna be wrong) and when the heartbeat sounds throughout the room he kisses your hand every time it’s so cute

Also there is absolutely and ultrasound machine in the cave’s medbay and all of you play with it all the time

(Dick thinks it’s so much fun, to have all his siblings crowded around the ultrasound screen to see your baby that he helped make)

Sometimes, on rough nights, the ultrasound machine will get taken out with just you and Dick, to remind his nightmare-riddled brain that you’re okay, and baby is okay, and nightmares are just nightmares

And if Alfred finds you both asleep in the medbay, the ultrasound screen still displaying your lil baby, he doesn’t say anything (he may snap a picture for the photo album, though)

Your baby, like their father, is very expressive. At any time, when Dick comes into the room and starts talking, baby will start kicking

Dick thinks it’s so cool

(later in the night and the pregnancy, you threaten to tape his mouth shut)

His siblings also think this is cool. This may or may not lead to sibling rivalries of who can make the baby kick using only their voice

Damian, since the beginning of the pregnancy, has taken to sitting as close to you as he can so the baby can recognize his voice

He doesn’t quite get the reaction Dick does, but the baby definitely rolls over when Damian speaks

Damian is very intrigued by the fact that he can see the baby moving. Oftentimes, you’ll catch him watching your belly closely (which is kind of weird, but you know it’s only because he loves your baby and he loves you)

Speaking of the fam, anyone who does not have prior experience with pregnancy does a lot of research (they’re heroes, so they think it’s good to know anyways, but really if anything happens while they’re with you they want to know what’s happening and be able to help you as much as possible)

To the surprise of everyone, Jason knows a good amount about babies and pregnancy

Which is a shock, but very helpful closer to your due date (everyone gets antsy later in the pregnancy. A strong kick will lead to the whole room panicking. Having Jason tell everyone to “calm the hell down” was nice)

Speaking of Jason, he’s around more since the pregnancy was announced

Not obviously, but he seemed to need books from the Wayne library more often

He also seemed to read in the same room as you more and more.

He was probably with you when you went into labor (but that’s another story)

Cass also seemed to be lurking nearby more frequently.

Occasionally she would come out of the shadows to sit next to your feet. If no one was beside you you’d offer her a seat.

Sometimes she’d decline, but most often she’d take it, curling up next to you (but remaining alert, as if she expected danger.)

On the days she sat next to you her hand would hover in a silent question (always ask before you touch a pregnant woman’s belly!!)

There were hardly any times you’d tell her no. She’d put her hand gently over the most prominent part of your belly, stroking it softly.

Oftentimes the baby would roll over, which made Cass absolutely giddy.  She loved to see the baby move.

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[anjuschiffer]

To Be Exposed

So... my had slipped... Enjoy!

Originally for @maribat-2k20‘s Bio!Dad Bruce Week but like I said, my hand slipped :D (The prompt was Family Outing, which I did include, but like detoured from :D)

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P. Taglist: @theatreandcomicfreak @damianette-is-life

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Context: HM has been defeated thanks to a certain family butting in. Mari and Adrien were still Ladybug and Chat Noir, telling each other’s identity after the defeat of HM. Also, Gabriel isn’t HM here and is a good dad, though he is still strict. Lila is still herself, spouting lies the moment she got to school and often got into arguments with Marinette. Everyone believes some of her lies since Marinette would find evidence as to why certain things couldn’t happen and why she couldn’t have stolen ‘x’ thing… she was a Wayne damnit! She didn’t need to steal! She could simply buy it!

Alert: Contains Lila salt

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AO3

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Marinette fidgeted in her seat, counting the seconds until class was over.

“Marinette, please stop tapping your pencil against the desk,” Miss Bustier sternly said, causing the girl to burst into a red blush, even reaching the tips of her ears. 

The class giggled, except for Rossi.

“Sorry. Won’t happen again,” Marinette said, burrowing her head into her crossed arms, Alya patting her back in comfort.

As Miss Bustier continued with her lecture, the doors burst open, everyone turning to see who it was. Meanwhile, Marinette stood in her seat, gaping at the person.

“Jason!” Marinette walked down to him, noticing that he was out of breath. “What are you doing here?”

“Lutin. We have to go,” Jason quietly whispered, Marinette paling. Lutin. Something was wrong.

“Jason, what-”

“Despite seeing that the two of you know each other,” Miss Bustier cut off, looking at Jason with narrowed eyes. “I can’t let you just burst into my classroom while class is in session. If you need to speak-”

“This is a family emergency lady,” Jason growled, pulling Marinette behind him. “I already signed the necessary documents to take Mari with me. If you have any more questions or concerns, call us.” 

With that, Marinette and Jason were gone, Miss Bustier calling for an independent study and went to the office for a call, leaving the class abuzz, allowing Lila to use the chaos to her favor.

“Oh poor Marinette!” She cried, placing her hands against her face, a tear slipping from her eye. “I wonder what happened with her family that she had to leave so abruptly?” 

“Why don’t you call your Damiboo then?” Rose suggested, everyone then remembering something Lila told them once before, circling around Lila to see if she’d call him then and there.

“Dudette’s right Lila.” Nino added, waving the phone in his hand. “Why don’t you ask Damian what’s up with their family?”

“Th-their?” Lila asked, wondering what the hell was going on. What if, what if they found out that she really doesn’t- did Marinette plan this?! And wait. Why should Damian know? He’s a Wayne, not a Dupain-Cheng!

“W-Wait, do you really not know?” Max asked, wondering if what Mari told him some time ago was indeed true. 

Was Lila really lying about dating her brother?

“Know what?”

“You really don't, do you?” Alya said, glancing at the others crowded around Lila, Lila feeling beads of sweat running down her face. “We never asked you about this because we thought you were just pretending -seeing as you and Mari don’t get along- but it really seems like you don’t know.” Alya looked at everyone, nodding before she returned her attention to Lila. “Your Damiboo… he’s Marinette’s biological older brother.” 

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“You pulled me out of class, for this?!” Marinette yelled, gesturing at the scene in front of him.

“Pixie Pop, you don’t understand.” Jason reasoned, watching as Dick chased Damian around the hotel lobby, Damian clawing at Dick  as he was caught. “He’s the only one not aboard with going to dinner at-“

“You weren’t onboard either Jason,” Tim exposed, earning a glare from Jason. “You hate wearing suits after all.”

Marinette sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose. 

Yes, she was looking forward to spending time with her brothers, but right now was not the best time.

Her idiot brothers were screaming at each other, yet to draw out their weapons and kill each other. 

Dad wasn’t to set foot in Paris until later today, meaning Marinette was the one to set these morons straight. 

It was time to do it to them. 

The four boys continued to bicker, Dick holding Damian down as he finally managed to place a bow on him, only for Damian to yank it off. Jason was spilling nonsense out of his mouth to Tim’s annoying remarks when Jason caught a few sobs coming from their younger sister. 

When Tim noticed that Jason had gone quiet and had let go of his shirt, his own voice began to trail into silence. 

When Damian realized that his brothers had stopped bickering, he caught the hiccups that escaped from Marinette, his fussing coming to a halt as Dick finally picked up on his little sister’s cries. 

The four quickly circled Marinette, each of them trying to grab her attention. 

“Maribug, what happened?” Dick asked, lifting her face before she smacked his hand away, her cries growing louder. 

“Pixie, I’m sorry I was fighting! I won’t do it again,” Jason offered, smiling when Marinette’s sobs began to grow quiet. “Until after dinner is done, that is.” Lips quivered before sobs escaped her. 

“Todd, you had one job!” Damian growled, placing his hands on Marinette’s shoulders. “Mari, what’s wrong?”

Marinette wipes off some of her tears and a bit of snot that dared to drip off her nose. 

“I-I was looking forward to tonight’s dinner… it’s been a year since we’ve seen each other, bu-but you guys keep fighting a-and,” Marinette sniffled. “And now I’m wondering if-I’d maybe this was too much to ask for.” Marinette rose her head to look at everyone, her doe eyes piercing all of her brother’s chests. “Sh-should I… should I call off di-“

“NO!” The boys yelled in unison, now spilling apologies towards their sister, smothering her with hugs as they promised to keep their bickering to a minimum. 

Meanwhile, Marinette let a smile play on her lips, glad to see her brothers now under control. 

As much as she hated having to resort to tears to get them under control, sometimes she knew it’s one of the few cards she had to play when necessary… unlike a certain some-

...

Maybe this is why she always lied… did she like the attention? The notion of being the beloved center of attention?

Marinette could only wonder as her brothers helped her get ready for the family dinner in three hours.

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Lila looked at her phone and then at the restaurant before her. Coccinelle Trattoria.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Lila muttered, walking into the restaurant, taking in its radiance. 

White marble covered the entrance from top to bottom, velvet red rugs underneath her feet. And that was just the entrance. 

“Name?” A man asked her, Lila jumping at the question. 

“Rossi, sir.” She provided, watching as his brows furrowed. “Meeting someone named Agreste.”

“Right, right.” He said to himself, turning back a few pages. “Right this way, miss.”

Lila followed, watching as the red carpet shifted into a black one, dark oak beneath it  peaking through, running all along the railings and covering the room from top to bottom. 

Lila was taken aback how breathtaking the plain decor was, the dimmed chandeliers adding a nice touch to the dark interior.  

As she walked down the few steps of stairs, she was guided towards the right side of the restaurant, a certain blue-eyed person catching her attention, causing Lila to do a double take.

Turning her head towards the left, there, in a side room, away from the public eye, Lila spotted her… 

What was Marinette doing here? And why was she alone?

“Miss, if you would?” Lila jumped at the voice, apologizing before being led to a back table.

There was Gabriel Agreste, his sharp gaze piercing Lila. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you sir.” Lila said, giving a small bow. “My name is Lila Rossi, although I’m pretty sure that you already know that.” Lila said with a small chuckle, shutting up when Gabriel remained unimpressed. “I know you’re a busy man, so I’ll get to the point.” Lila opened up her phone and slid it towards him, watching as he took it. “You wanted evidence, so here it is.” She grinned as she watched a small tick form, her cue to take a seat. “Dupain-Cheng is dating your son. I. Wasn’t. Lying.”

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“-and that pretty much wraps up my school year so far,” Marinette said with a smile, groaning when Dick decided to pinch her cheek. 

“We’re so proud of you Maribug!”

“Wow… another studybug,” Jason said with a roll of his eyes, earning glares from his three younger siblings. “What? It’s true.” Jason pointed at each of them. “Tech. Fashion. Art History.” 

The three let out huffs, Marinette rolling her eyes as she watched Damian and Tim try to show that they weren’t studybugs, only to realize they just proved the opposite.

Dick now had to try to prevent the debate from spiraling out, only to be ganged up on and now being bullied over this one time he wanted to try fighting in heels (which ended in a sprained pair of ankles).

“So Marinette, anything else you want to talk about?” Bruce asked, watching as Marinette stuffed her face with some pasta.

“Not really. Oh!” Fishing into her purse, Marinette pulled out her phone and showed her father an unfinished dress form. “There’s this upcoming fashion competition! And I, um…” Marinette averted her eyes from her father’s softened ones. “I-I need to buy some fabric to-”

“Consider it done,” Bruce said with a smile, patting her head, a blush rising from Marinette. “We can go after tomorrow morning if you want to choose it yourself.” 

Marinette beamed, tackling a side hug to her father, catching everyone’s attention.

“Thanks Dad,” Marinette whispered. “Thanks for being here even though I know you’re very busy.” Bruce simply smiled, bringing Marinette closer and patted her head.

“I’ll keep doing my best to see you Nightingale,” Bruce said, wondering why the world was so against him.

This was their first family dinner in a long while. If he remembered correctly, the last time everyone got together was a year ago… for Alfred’s-

“Hey.” Jason interrupted. “It’s that Lila bi-”

“Lila?” Everyone chimed in, Marinette stiffening before feeling her hands ball into fists.

“H-How you guys know her name?” Marinette asked, watching as Rossi came into view, standing next to- “Mr. Agreste!” She didn’t notice how pale everyone was, except for Bruce and Damian.

Marinette jumped off her seat and ran to the duo, grabbing Lila’s hand, making the fox face her.

“Lila. What are- How do you know Mr. Agreste?” Lila huffed, jerking her hand away from Marinette.

“This doesn’t concern you Marinette.”

“Actually it does.” Gabriel spoke, looming over Marinette. “Can you explain these pictures to me Miss Dupain-Cheng?”

“What pictures?” Marinette asked, Lila shoving a phone to her face.

“These pictures.”

Marinette took the phone with shaky hands, swiping each picture, feeling her blood drain from her face.

“H-How did you get these?” Marinette gasped out, giving the phone back, never seeing the smirk on Lila’s face.

“So these are real.” Gabriel spoked, Lila quickly turned to him, eyes wide.

Did he not believe them when she showed them to him? But! But he reacted to them!

“Marinette, what is going on here?” Damian asked, placing a hand on Marinette, feeling rage take over him when he saw unshed tears pool into her eyes. “Which one of you assholes-”

Bruce quickly placed a hand over Damian’s mouth while he brought Marinette closer to him.

“Forgive my son, Mr. Agreste,” Bruce apologized, glaring at Damian. “He has… an unusual way to express his feelings.”

“Mr. Wayne,” Gabriel said, seeing Rossi pale upon hearing the name. “It’s a surprise to see you here.”

“Same here.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be in Gotham, getting ready for your speech for the opening of the new orphanage?”

“I am,” Bruce admitted, patting Marinette’s head, feeling her relax a bit. “But spending time with one’s child always takes priority, don’t you agree?” 

“That I must.” Gabriel said, giving the fellow business a smile. “Just earlier I was cheering my son, Adrien, at his fencing competition. He didn’t win, but he came in second nonetheless.”

“Was Kagami the one he went up against?” Marinette asked, causing everyone to look at her.

“Yes,” Gabriel said sternly. “How did you know that?” Marinette let out a sigh, now standing a bit firmer than before.

“Adrien spoke to me about it the other day. Through the phone that is,” Marinette added, Damian wondering why she had faltered in her confidence.

“And how did you meet my son?”

“Don’t you remember her, Agreste?” Damian asked, standing in front of Mari. “All of us attended your wife’s funeral.”

Lila froze. Funeral? What funeral?

“Surely I would’ve remembered her. After all, she is the only biological daughter of Wayne’s. Everyone would’ve known about this, knowing how Bruce is when it comes to talking about his beloved children. The press does keep track of every child you’ve adopted and helped make after all.”

Bruce wanted to groan, but knew he was right. However, it didn’t help to hear snickering coming from the room behind him.

Marinette stood there, wondering what was missing. 

She had met Adrien and Gabriel. Adrien even introduced her to him, although she didn’t utter a word to him. 

Word…

Talk…

Speaking…

He was right… He would’ve remembered her if he did indeed meet her, only that he never actually did...

He never met her. He had met-

“Do you remember Cassandra at the funeral Mr. Agreste?” Marinette quickly chirped, gaining everyone’s attention.

“Why yes, I did meet her.” Gabriel said, wondering why she would mention the other Wayne. “A bit too quiet, but Adrien did mention playing with her. He said he would never forget the blue-eyed girl with freckles that played with him. He always asked to see- it was you.” Gabriel pieced together, looking at Bruce and then at Marinette. “You hid her in plain sight.”

That was right. He had met the girl. But looking back, he remembered that the girl he met had freckles, unlike the girl he thought he had met. 

When he looked back, Gabriel had remembered seeing Cassandra at the Wayne Gala last year. The girl looked almost identical to the one standing before him, except Cassandra had black hair unlike Marinette… and… she didn’t have freckles scattered across her face. 

Freckles are a nuisance to hide, often having to build layer upon layer to hide them, something that was unacceptable for photoshoots.

“Sorry that I never introduced myself before, sir.” Marinette said, stepping up and doing a little bow. “My name is Marinette Wayne, that is, if you find me outside of Paris.” Marinette let out a nervous laugh. “I go by Marinette Dupain-Cheng here in Paris, to honor my host parents and to keep my identity a secret.”

“S-So you’re actually a Wayne?” Lila asked, using everything in her mind to prevent herself from panicking. “S-so Alya wasn’t lying?”

“If anyone were to be lying, it would be you Rossi.” Marinette said, letting out a slight huff. “I’m not the one going around saying I know famous people.”

“But you do!” Lila exclaimed, showing her a picture of Marinette with Jagged Stone. “You’re always talking about you working for Jagged-”

“It was Jagged who told the world that I was the one behind his glasses and album art Lila! Hell, he did a whole one hour special in which he visited my house and asked questions on how I got inspired to make those things.”

“Then what about the pictures?” Lila asked, her voice jumping an octave higher than usual “Explain them!” Marinette pursed her lips.

“About those pictures,” Marinette looked at her father and then at Gabriel. Hopefully she would just get out with being grounded. “You see, I-”

“She bribed me and Jason towards helping her take down your security system so that she can bring Adrien over some anime related things and her quiches, which mind you, are the best in all of Paris,” Tim spoke up, lazily showing everyone some pictures of the rest of the people. “She also climbed over your fence and climbed her way to Adrien’s room.”

“Timothy!” Marinette wailed, curling into a ball. “You weren’t supposed to say anything!”

“We can’t keep getting blackmailed by you Pixie.” Jason said, resting his elbow on her shoulder. “So we had to resort to this… sorry.”

“But wait Maribug!” Dick said, jogging up to the family, Lila wondering just how many siblings this girl had. “Are you, or are you not dating the Agreste boy?”

“I’m not dating him!” Marinette groaned, turning to Gabriel. “I’m helping him set up a perfect love confession to the guy he likes!” Once realizing what she said, she covered her hands.

Please forgive me Chaton…

“Confession?” Gabriel asked. “Is it the Luka boy that helps him with his guitar classes?”

“Yes?” Marinette provided, earning a laugh from the man.

“Seems like Natalie lost the bet.”

“Bet?”

“I knew there was something between the boys, but I never mentioned it.” Gabriel walked away, before turning to the Waynes. “Thank you for telling me Marinette.” He bowed. “Also, there’s a door for a reason. Use it next time.” With that, Gabriel was off, leaving Lila at the mercy of the Waynes.

“So you’re Lila Rossi?” Jason asked, crossing his arms. “We’ve been wanting to meet you for a loong while.”

“Jason.” Bruce hissed, watching Marinette frown. “Why don’t we let Marinette handle this?”

“And listen to this idiot keep claiming that she knows us? No.” Jason dragged Lila into the room they had just left, Tim, Dick and Damian trailing behind.

“Dad, please, don’t let them hurt her,” Marinette pleaded. “Yes, she’s a, whatever you want to call her, but she doesn’t deserve to be tortured by them. If anything, she needs help.” Marinette looked at her father. “A therapist if anything.”

Bruce sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’ll see what I can do.”

------

“-and that’s pretty much what happened.” Marinette said, grabbing Adrien’s hands. “I’m so sorry Chaton, I really didn’t mean to-”

“Don’t apologize Mari.” Adrien chuckled. “If anything, it helped to come out of the closet a bit easier.”

“I-It did?”

“Yeah!” Adrien exclaimed, wrapping himself around Mari. “I don’t have to keep hiding it from him anymore.” He squeezed harder, making Mari let out a yelp. “Thank you.”

Marinette could only smile.

“Do you think Lila’s still going to keep bothering you?” Marinette let out a sigh.

“She might, she might not. Although something tells me that tomorrow is going to be a pain in the ass.”

-----

Marinette let out a sigh as she walked down the school steps, Alya at her side.

“So you told her about me being, you know, a Wayne?”

“Sorry girl, it’s just that… how do you put it? Necessary?” Marinette arched a brow. “It was!”

“I’m just worried about her.” Now it was Alya’s turn to arch a brow. “My brothers know about what she’s been doing, gathering information behind my back...and all day I’ve been getting chi-”

“Rossi, there you are.” Marinette quickly spun around, her eyes widening as her eyes landed on her brother approaching Rossi. She watched as some of her classmates giggled, thinking that Damian was here to pick up Rossi, which he was… but not with the intentions they believed he thought. “Been looking for you.”

“Da-Damian! What are you doing here?”

“Thought I’d come to see you,” Damian said, giving her a small smile. “And I have a gift for you.”

Marinette could only watch with horror as Damian handed a vanilla envelope to her, Damian enjoying how the blood from her face drained. 

“O-oh what’s this?”

“A gift, for our anniversary. What else?”

“Anniversary?”

“Of the day we met,” Damina said, hearing some girls squealing in the distance. “And the last day I’m ever going to see your damn face.”

“Wha-what?”

“This envelope contains a nice pile of lawsuits from me to you, a majority of them being centered around defamation...” Damian descended the stairs, before coming to a halt. “If we do see each other again, I hope it’s for a good reason and not because of this stupid, childish game of yours. Also, treat my sister well. If you don’t,” Damian let out a chuckle. “Well, you already know what Jason’s going to do to you.”

Lila collapsed to the ground, Rose and Mylene running to her side, asking what Damian had meant by that and if Damian was telling the truth.

Had she lied to them?

Marinette watched as Damian walked up to her and Alya, a smile on his face.

“What possessed you to do that?” Marinette snarled, Damian’s smile dropping.

“I did what I had to.”

“Showering her in lawsuits wasn’t the way to go and you know that!”

“So what did you want me to do? Praise her?” Damian huffed. “Listen Mari. Nothing good is going to come from her if she doesn’t-”

“Therapy.” Marinette sternly said, looking Damian in the eyes. “She needs help.” Marinette looked at Alya, the girl blinking before understanding. With a quick bye, Alya left two siblings alone. “If therapy helped us get together, if it helped Jason and Dick talk to Dad once again, it has to help her too… don’t you think?”

“You’re too soft, Mari,” Damian said, leaving her on her own as he got into his bike. 

Mari watched as he rode away, leaving her with her thoughts.

-----

After weeks of trying to get Lila to talk to her, Marinette finally gave up.

Lila didn’t want anything to do with her.

“I don’t need your help Dupain-Cheng! You’ve already helped thanks to your brother’s lawsuits against me! Thanks to him, my mother-”

Marinette shook the conversation from her head, wrapping her arms around her knees. She heard her bedroom door creak, listening as a pair of footsteps walk in, a back sliding down beside her.

“Marinette, what’s wrong?” Bruce asked, wondering why his youngest was feeling down.

“I need to fix something, but I don’t think I can do it alone.” Marinette admitted, looking up to her father.

“Just say the word and I’ll do my best to help.”

“Thanks Dad.”

-----

Marinette avoided Lila like the plague, only talking to her if necessary. Aside from that, she never spoke to the Italian. 

But that didn’t matter to her anymore.

Bruce had helped Lila’s mother get another job- a consultant under WE, meaning Lila had to move to Gotham with her mother since her mother took the job eagerly.

“You’re too soft Mari.” Damian said as he closed his textbook. He crumpled the paper he was working on and threw it to the fireplace in front of them. Marinette hummed as she sketched in her notebook, wiggling her feet under the coffee table. “But that’s your definition of justice.”

“I guess it is.”

“And you managed to execute such an easy plan to get your desired outcome.” Damian said with a smile, sometimes wondering how they easily underestimated his sister. 

Marinette simply smiled as she finished drawing a curled up fox.

The minute Lila’s mother accepted the job, Lila was enrolled at Gotham Academy. There, she had to take a few exams and interviews to create her schedule for the upcoming semester. Interviews were made in person, which led to the school telling Lila that she needed to go to Dr.Quinzel for a final examination.

“Lila needs help. She isn’t lying simply because she wants to and can. There must be a reason behind it.” Marinette stated matter of factly. “She can change. I know she can.”

“And if she does?”

“Then I hope we can start things over.” Marinette looked over to her brother, watching him throw another paper ball into the fire. “Or at the very least have a proper conversation with each other.”

“Then let’s hope that she proves you right. If not,” Damian didn’t need to finish the rest. 

If she proved her wrong, Marinette’s efforts would’ve been in vain.

“She will change.” Marinette softly said, tapping on her sketchbook, a ladybug emerging from thin air. “At least, I hope she will.”

Because if she did, then Marinette will finally be at peace with herself.

After all, it was her fault that Lila was so hostile to her.

She should’ve never told the class that Lila wasn’t Marinette Wayne’s best friend. 

She should’ve never told the class that she was Marinette Wayne and that was the reason why Lila wasn’t her best friend.

If she hadn’t exposed her like that.

If she didn’t...then maybe, just maybe…

They could’ve been friends.

#maribat #bio!dad bruce #bio!dad bruce week #anju writes

[timtimmersdrake]

Stray Bullet - Tim Drake x Reader

Well, look at this, I’m writing another one. Like I said in my last, this isn’t a regular thing. This is only my second imagine, but you guys seemed to really enjoy the last one so *shrugs* here we go?

Summary: You’ve been struck by a stray bullet as a civilian, and you decide instead of being the damsel, you hide it from Tim. I’m thinking this is set after the Red Robin comics, everyone is alive and Tim is starting to relax after being a tense hero for so long. (Pre-52) Warning for a little blood, not very graphic though.

In retrospect, you should have known it was going to happen eventually. You live in Gotham City after all. You just didn’t expect for it to catch you off guard like this.

You expected immediate medical attention. Maybe a vigilante or two already on the scene.

Not this chaotic.

But when has Gotham ever conformed to the norm? She liked to rear her ugly, unexpected head when it inconvenienced you the most.

And now you’ve been shot.

Stupid Penguin. Stupid underground gun market I’m not even supposed to know about. Stupid me.

Hissing, you leaned up against the brick wall, not daring to look down at the bullet wound. A stray gunshot in the sudden gang fight that had broken out on the street you had been walking on to get to the nearest crossing to summon a taxi home.

Around you everyone was screaming, guns were still firing rounds and you were trying you’re best not to let the panic rise.

Your boyfriend was a vigilante, but dammit, you were not going to be a damsel in distress.

Closing your eyes, you focused on breathing in through your mouth and out through your nose. This proved to be two mistakes, the first being that deep breaths hurt and the second is now your eyes knew the world was spinning and didn’t want to open again.

Do. Not. Panic.

Tim would be here soon, or someone from his family. You just had to be patient…and not lose too much blood while waiting. You would not let them see you as the civilian you were. Tim worried enough as it was, and if he saw you panic he would go berserk. Leaving the apartment the two of you shared alone would never happen again.

Digging into your bag you pulled out your keychain, one that had many gadgets Tim insisted you carried on your person at all times. Fumbling through a flashlight, a portable charger, pepper spray, and the keys you finally grabbed the pocket knife.

I liked this shirt too.

Gritting teeth, you ripped the edge of your camisole, the undershirt tearing with a few tugs; you had a makeshift bandage.

Bullet just grazed my hip, but damn it took a chunk of me with it.

Tying the fabric around your waist as tight as you could stand to keep pressure on it, dizziness took over.

Hands bloody, you reached back into the bag and pulled out your next trick; a bottle of Tylenol. Something to help until Tim could give you something better. Just to hold you till whichever bat would show up.

A bat would show up, right?

The cell phone that had been in your hand when the incident had occurred lay innocently on the ground. Maybe you shouldn’t call him.

Don’t be stupid, he’d want you too.

But you were a big girl, you lived in Gotham. You were dating Tim Drake-Wayne, one of the richest men in the city and also on the top ten most wanted for criminals bartering tool.

It was in the middle of the day, and there wasn’t a cape in sight.

Sucking in the deepest breath you could manage, you resigned yourself to the inevitable solo trip to the hospital. Walking down the alleyway you had slipped down to the next street over, pulling your coat closer so no one could see the blood soaking though, you hailed a cab.

“Where too, miss?”

The driver didn’t even bother to look at you, simply chewed on a toothpick and kept messing with his radio.

Opening your mouth you almost spat out the name of the closest hospital before realizing if your plan was to not call Tim, he would be angrier if you went to the hospital without telling him either.

“Leslie Thompkins Medical Practice, please, the one near crime alley.”

You had only met the woman a handful of times, all of them when Tim had been hurt on his night job and you were visiting. She had been a formidable role-model, caring and loyal. She would have you good as new, and hopefully, if you played your cards right, a certain pretty boy in your life would never know you were there.

~

Learning long ago that trying to cook dinner for Tim was an unwinnable battle, his schedule too unpredictable, you settled on leaving the take-out menus on the table for when he got home.

You had stolen Tim’s biggest sweater, hiding your frame to the best of your ability, and hopefully the bandage. Tim would find out eventually, but you were aiming to play your cards right enough that it wouldn’t be till long after it had healed to where it didn’t look as bad as it did.

Leslie promised not to say anything; oh how the glorious patient confidentiality had been to your advantage.

The door opened, jerking you from your thoughts as Tim’s voice echoed down the hall.

“Y/N, dear, I’m back!”

Smiling, you inwardly chuckled at the pet name. Tim had liked to use it when he was being sarcastic with you, but eventually, it became a habit.

“You’re back early, what time is it? 10:30?”

Tim entered the living room of your renovated theater apartment, grinning at the sight of you.

“Scandalous,” he commented, coming over to gently tilt your chin up and place a kiss before turning his attention to the scattered menus. “I’m starving, what are you in the mood for?”

Relieved that Tim was adequately distracted from you, you took advantage of the situation.

“You choose,” You smiled. Had it not been for the anesthetic, adrenaline, and pain, you might have been able to give more to the conversation, but you were exhausted.

“Something quick,” Tim stated, rifling through restaurant choices. “Told Dick I’d help him with a lead on a gang turf war going on.”

Spine stiffening, you played it cool.

“Oh? The one involving Penguin’s underground illegal arms trading with Bludhaven?”

Tim nodded, a suddenly serious expression crossing his face.

“I don’t like how close they got to where you work today. Promise me you’ll be careful.”

Ah, there it was. Every person you had ever met that dated a vigilante like you all had the same inevitable experience. The ‘be safe, I’m protecting you I promise’ speech. You hated the fact that Tim meant it so earnestly too, about wanting you to be safe. It made you feel like a helpless damsel in distress all the time.

If I make a fuss, he’ll get suspicious. You reminded yourself.

Instead of grumbling, you opted to nod.

“Of course, you taught me everything I know after all. Pepper spray in hand, phone in other.”

“That reminds me, I need to give you Jason’s new number.”

“Oh? Are we talking to him as part of the family again?” You ask, taking the menu of a small burger joint down the road from his outstretched hand.

Your boyfriend rolled his eyes.

“We’ll see how long it lasts. You know how it is. Jason’s morals have always been questionable and his decisions switch faster than whiplash.”

Humming, you took a seat next to him as he pulled out his laptop. Thankfully, the action made it so he missed the wince of pain you habited.

“Says the guy who broke him out of prison, once.”

Tim didn’t seem to want to get into it.

“You order? I got some W. E. work to jump on while I can.”

Far too used to this routine, you only nod once more.

It was almost too easy to pull your secret under his nose.

He’ll find out eventually, but not tonight.

~

You managed a week. It wasn’t long, but when you were hiding it from arguably the world’s greatest detective, a week should have earned you a gold medal. Or some more recognition than you were probably going to get.

You just wish it wasn’t the tiny stupid mistake that it was that gave you away.

“Y/N, can I borrow your portable charger?”

“What happened to yours?” You asked, idly scrolling through your phone. “Take it apart again?”

“Damaged in a fight actually,” He smiled sheepishly.

“It’s in my bag,” You answered with a humble roll of your eyes.

He left the living room for a moment, the peaceful calm of Saturday morning blissful once more. You hadn’t even thought twice about letting Tim rummage through your bag when he was marching back into the room dropping it on the coffee table in front of you.

“What the h- “

“Why is there dried blood on your stuff?”

Silence.

Tim had a habit of wiggling his nose when he was upset, something you thought was adorable until you saw the furious eyes behind them. His nose may have been cute, but his eyes were well trained to be terrifying when riled up.

“I didn’t kill someone,” You blurt out in a panic.

Granted that wasn’t your best moment. Of course, Tim didn’t think you murdered someone. Did he?

“Then it’s good that wasn’t my conclusion,” He answered, holding up an orange bottle in his hand instead.

He had found the pain killers. No denying them, your name was printed very clearly.

“What. Happened.”

Shame on anyone who thought Tim couldn’t be intimidating. The boy had been trained around the world by the best, including Lady Shiva. He had picked up tips from the League of Assassins, studied the Council of Spiders. Tim Drake maintained a cool demeanor, but he knew just as well how to be scary without raising his voice.

“It was an accident.”

He didn’t interrupt, but his brows furrowed just a tad more.

“I got shot?”

He gripped the back of the couch, looking away from you for a moment before taking a breath.

“When?”

“Last Friday, on my way home from work.”

You could see the wheels working in his head, running through all the scenarios. Which was more likely, where it had happened, who the culprit could be. It took him only a few seconds before…

“The gang fight, Penguins’ men.”

It wasn’t a question.

You nodded, accepting defeat.

“Stray bullet,” you admitted.

“Did you- “His voice sounded strained. “Did you at least go to the hospital?”

“I went to Leslie,” You sighed, gently prying the pill bottle from his hand. Placing it on the table you watched his face give nothing away to how he was feeling.

“So, you were trying to hide it from me?”

Did you mention your boyfriend wasn’t an idiot?

“I didn’t want to worry you,” You mumbled, playing with the strings of a Gotham University hoodie you had stolen from him a year ago and never given back.

“This is so much worse, where? Where did it get you?”

Finally, he was looking at you again. His face twisted in a mixture of worry and frustration, maybe even a bit of anger still.

Gently, you pulled up the side of your shirt, revealing the angry red stitching that was still in the process of healing. The bandages had been removed a while ago, but you almost wished you still had them on to hide how bad the stitches made the wound look.

“It was just a graze,” You tried to appease him. “I handled it just fine. Leslie said I was lucky. If I take care of it well, the scar won’t even be that bad.”

His thumb gently rubbed over it, analyzing. You wished you were privy to what he was thinking, but he kept them carefully concealed.

“This could have hit a major organ,” He finally breathed.

“It didn’t.”

He frowned.

“Y/N, why didn’t you call me?”

“Because I was fine!” You snapped, picking at your shirt more aggressively, avoiding eye contact. “I didn’t panic. I stayed completely calm; I immediately used my shirt to tie over it. I put pressure on it like you showed me. Then I went to Leslie. There wasn’t anything you could do.”

“Wasn’t anything-There was a million things I could have done! I could have helped. I could have been there! Isn’t that my job?”

Don’t turn this into a fight. Do not turn this into a fight.

“I didn’t want to be the damsel in distress,” You admitted calmly. “For once, I didn’t want to be the girl completely reliant on a superhero swinging in to save her. Do you know how embarrassing that is? Barbara doesn’t need Dick to save her, Stephanie doesn’t need anyone to save her. Neither does Cass, Helena or Kate! I’m the only girl in the family that doesn’t wear spandex.”

Tim was staring at you, apparently surprised.

“But I like the fact you’re not a vigilante.”

You bristled.

“What? You like me being feeble and meek?”

“No!” Tim quickly backtracked. “No, you know that’s not what I mean. It’s just not who you are. That doesn’t mean your anything less. I live with a bunch of them, trust me, dating outside of the job is refreshing. I’m sorry you had the impression that you needed to be. But Y/N, not even we try to tough out a bullet. You should hear Dick, he swears like a sailor for days when he’s been shot.”

You look at him skeptically.

“You guys get shot all the time, but you still don’t baby each other. I want the same treatment.”

“You don’t get shot regularly,” Tim argued. “Allow me to be a little worried. It was your first time, and please, for the sake of my sanity, let it be the last time.”

You look at him.

“What sanity?” You ask innocently.

He blinked, then rolled his eyes.

“Haha,” He came around the couch, wrapping his arms around your waist, far gentler than it had been the past few days. His chin rested on your head.

“You owe me for all the sanity you keep taking when you do things like this. The Office marathon? It’s a tradition whenever one of us gets seriously injured.”

“I’m not seriously-“

He poked your side that wasn’t hurt. You let out a laugh, pulling free.

“Fine! But you have to make popcorn with extra butter.”

“Deal.”

#tim drake x reader #red robin x reader #tim drake #tim drake x you #dc reader imagines #red robin

[taliaquinn]

Infinity War

A/N     

Hiya cuties, here’s my first one shot. I hope you guys like the new series. Expect more to come. Also feel free to leave comments and asks if you guys are curious they are always welcome :). 

One thing Jason Loved about Gotham was the buildings. They were high. Jumping off of them gave him the adrenaline rush nothing else will.

Although he would never admit it he loved jumping off buildings with Dick. Ever since he was Robin he and Dick would play rooftop tag. Dick, of course, would make it difficult by jumping off roofs and creating some of the best acrobatic tricks.Of course, Jason being Jason didn’t like being shown up. He would try to recreate the stunts but unfortunately, Dick was astronomically flexible, Jason was not.

He would usually end up having to deploy his grapple early.

One very terrifying time his grapple didn't deploy and Dick wound up having to save him. Bruce was of course incredibly pissed off. They wound up having a big blow up and didn’t talk for weeks. Again. 

Dick, however, did end up taking Jason to an amusement park and treated him to ice cream. That was one of the best days ever That Jason could remember. Again he will never admit it.

Right now he was racing against Dickface to get to their motorcycles to meet up with bats and bats the second. Marinette was going to be there, she had zeta-beamed from Paris to attend the meeting.

Tony Stark disappeared in an Alien Ship above New York City. The rest of the Avengers or ex-Avengers were missing.

Batcave,Wayne Manor Gotham City,USA 4:30 a.m

“Sup Marinette, what’s our game plan for handling this??” Jason asked once they entered the cave. Marinette was still in her pajamas unlike everyone else who was in their Gear albeit mask-less.

“I tried calling Peter but according to his aunt and mom he’s missing too!!” Marinette exclaimed. Seriously what was it with that boy and his incessant need to get into trouble. He gives a bad name to bug-named superheroes.  

“Unfortunately we don’t know what has happened to the Stark boys” Bruce responded. Placing a reassuring hand on Marinettes and Tims shoulders. Both were very close friends with the spider-boy.  

“Right now we all need to go to our respective cities or superhero teams and prepare for a possible alien invasion” He continued.

The Bat computer began to beep “Guys I think the possible alien invasion started an hour ago” Oracles voice stated. “Crap for some reason our alerts didn’t respond to the breaches in the atmosphere.” 

“Where?” Batman snapped 

“Wakanda”

“The closest zeta beam is 4 hours away from Wakanda” Dick noted bringing up his wrist computer and listing zeta beam locations.

“Some of the rouge avengers are there already, allegedly,” Oracle noted.

“We won’t be of use, we have to get ready to defend the rest of earth if the fighting spreads, No one leaves Gotham, let's get prepped and split into teams” Batman ordered. 

Bruce was scared, he didn’t want to risk his kids and the last thing he wanted to do was get separated from his kids during an alien invasion.

“The majority of the fighting has decreased and most of the Aliens have been kille- HOLY CRAP the energy signature in Wakanda is off the grid!!” Oracles mechanized voice exclaimed.  Jason was cleaning all of his weapons as well as his “hood’. Marinette changed into all black outfit into some sweats. Everyone else was making sure to get prepped.

For a family worried about an alien invasion they sure seemed to be going about normal. Weirdos. 

Crash. Boom

Jason swiveled around and was startled to See Dick doubling over, Damian was frantic at his side trying to ask what was wrong with him. Crash. Jason swiveled around once again but this time he saw Cass doubling over with Bruce trying to help.

This time it was Barbara's voice that can be heard not her voice disguised as Oracle. “Guys something is seriously wrong,” 

Marinette was frantically trying to take off her earrings. Tim was helping her. Jason immediately rushed over to help Damian with Dick.

‘Grayson Speak Tell me what is wro-” Damian demanded. Jason was occupied trying to sit him up. A glance to the side revealed Bruce With Tim supporting Cass and Marinette. Jason had never seen a look like that on Bruces' face. Pain and worry etched into every crevice on his face. 

“DICK” Jason turned towards Damian's frantic cry. He was horrified to see Dick was Disintegrating. What the hell!?

“Jason” oh. Dick was talking to him and holding his shoulder. “Take care of Dami and the family” terrified blue eyes met Jasons.

“Cease that nonsense Grayson” Damian yelled while clinging to Grayson. Dick hugged him “I’m sorry” Damian lurched forward and he suddenly wasn’t clinging to anything anymore. Damian glanced at his hands wide-eyed they were covered in Ashes, Dicks ashes. Jason pulled him up and took him towards the training area and for once Damian didn't protest.

Cass And Marinette

Bruce was there covered in ash as well staring at his lap. Cass was nowhere to be seen. No. Tim was focused on Marinette, who was disintegrating as well but oddly at a slower pace. Jason immediately knelt next to her. 

“W-whats going on, i-it hu-hurts” Marinette wheezed out. She pushed her earrings towards Tim, Tikki was floating nearby terrified at the sight. No way, she couldn’t lose another one of her Ladybugs.

 Bruce was suddenly there.

“Marinette sweetie hold on hold o-please hold on” Holy crap Bruce was crying. 

Tim was frantically talking to Tikki Jason only caught snatches. Soul stone. Snap.Avengers. Dying. 

He was too focused on his baby sister who was disappearing to listen to the rest. “D-dad no, I don’t wanna go, nonononono, Jace, timmy, I don’t wanna leave” She choked out. With a gasp she finally disappeared too leaving Bruce to clutch at her ashes.

Damian was staring at the sight of his Father clutching at his sister's ashes. 

Bruce's face suddenly snapped up and he took off for a mad dash towards the steps, Tim following closely behind. Damian was too occupied staring at the spot where Dick disappeared. Jason noted that his eyes were watering. 

Take Care of Dami. Oh, screw it. Jason pulled Damian towards his chest and clutched him towards his chest. “Damian it’s okay, it’s okay I swear we are going to be fine, I promise” Damian breathing suddenly hitched and sobs started coming out. Jason couldn’t help it and allowed the water in his eyes to release as well.

Hearing footsteps he looked to the side and saw Tim was staring wide-eyed at the sight as well. Surprisingly Damian reached out and grabbed his wrist to pull him into the sob fest. Jason readjusted his grip to make space.

“Alfred's Gone,” Tim said in between sobs. “Jon, Artemis, Bizarro, Kori, Beast boy, Roy, and a good chunk of the Justice League have disappeared.” Barbara included. Jason forgot she was there. Jason hated himself at the moment. He had to let go of the group hug to go to the monitor.

If Roy was gone, who was taking care of Lian? A quick hack revealed Oliver clutching to a terrified Lian.

A second hack showed a cheerful Jon munching on a snack next to his parents who were busy typing on their laptops in a restaurant Suddenly he gasped and his granola bars fell. Clark immediately jumped up and in a few seconds Jon disintegrated into ash Lois fell after she didn't have anything to clutch. Jason cut the video feed before he looked at Lanes and Clark's reactions.

Damian was suddenly at his side. Jason heard a soft "no". Dang the poor demon brat just lost his best friend and a bunch of his more patient siblings.

Tim was off trying to help Oracle figure out how much of the superhero team disappeared. Thankfully Stephanie was spared the disappearing.

A few more video feed hacks revealed pretty much the same thing. People disintegrating in front of loved ones and even rivals. Friggin Riddler disintegrated in front of a shocked spoiler. This was happening everywhere! People suddenly turning to ash. How bad did the Avengers screw up?

Bruce was distraught. He has just lost 3 of his children all in under a minute. The only evidence left of Alfred was a pile of ashes. Bruce picked up a vase and immediately threw it towards a wall. He started throwing whatever was in arms reach. A red blur stopped him from throwing another vase.

Tikki.

“BRUCE STOP” She cried. “Don’t do this Marinette, Cass and Dick wouldn’t want you to spiral”

“Well they’re all dead aren't they?” He bit out. Bruce didn't care anymore. Screw her. How dare she. He lost so much. That darkness that had receded inside of him was coming back full force. This time he wasn’t sure if they would be able to come back. 

The loss of Dick alone is devastating. He was everyone's favourite brother. Cass was the ultimate overprotective sister, and the one that everyone was extremely protective of. Marinette was sweet and gentle, yet she still had a heart of gold. Both she and Dick were the type of people that made everyone around them fall in love with them. Alfred was his father, he stuck with him for everything

They were all gone.

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[otpnessmess]

For you, there’s nothing I wouldn't do

Here it is finally! The first part of the Jasonette fake dating AU I had promised. I’m working on the following parts already as I will have a couple of weeks with a lot of free time. I’m so sorry for disappearing. Enjoy!

Ao3 - Masterlist

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“You’ve officially lost your mind, Jay, I swear to God.”

When Marinette had agreed to get up early on a Sunday morning because Jason had asked her to hang out, she didn’t think she’d regret it five seconds into meeting her best friend at their favorite restaurant. And she hadn’t yet, but it was very close.

“Nette, please, I’m begging you right now. Do you want me to kneel and plead? Because I will, don’t try me.” His blue eyes had always been her weakness and the puppy face he was making at her right now almost made her agree on the spot to whatever insane plan he had come up with. The keyword being almost.

“Alright, let me just reiterate to make sure I’m understanding. Your father is hosting a gala in a month and you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend?” Marinette tried to keep her face as straight and serious as possible but it was proving hard since the words she had just said sounded utterly ridiculous.

“Pretty much, yeah. So, will you? I swear I’ll pay you if I have to, I just need you to help me out with this.” He had started to look hopeful since she had yet to outright deny him his request. “You know I love you Bug, and you’re the only one I can trust with something like this.”

Damn, he was good at telling her exactly what she liked to hear, and Mari was just not strong enough to say no to him, though she did plan to at least make him sweat a bit more for it. “Oh really? And what if I asked you for, I don’t know, a new car?”

Her forced attempt at being difficult hadn’t flown under Jason’s radar as he seemed to pick up on it and smirked. “We both know you would never ask for that since you refuse to let me pay for anything every time we go out, but if you did ask for that, know that I’m ready to do whatever you wish me to do. Do you maybe want an apartment? You did mention wanting to stop paying rent… ”

Despite the teasing tone in his voice paired with the sly smirk on his face Marinette knew he was dead serious which, even if it flattered her that her friend would even think about doing such a thing for her, made her backtrack on being difficult immediately.

“No! Argh, you’re impossible. Fine, I’ll follow along to whatever your brilliant plan is, but don’t you dare buy me an apartment, you crazy knobhead.” The look she shot at him tried to be venomous but seemed to be ineffective when the brightest grin took over Jason’s face as he moved to sit by her side to squish the living daylights out of the tiny woman.

“I swear I don’t know what I did to deserve you Nette, I love you.”

That earned him a playful smack on the arm as Marinette gave in and chuckled at his antics. “I love you too, you goofball. Now, get off of me and finish your breakfast.”

The man sat across her once again looking like the cat that got the canary, Cheshire grin in place. “You’re the best."

She pretended not to notice the way her heart paused for a beat when she saw the way Jason was looking at her, with caring eyes as if she was incredibly precious. Instead, the woman hid her face behind her mug of coffee.

"W-why do you need me to do this anyway? What do you need a fake girlfriend for?”

Jason’s demeanor instantly changed, his shoulders squared up and he frowned. “The annual gala my father holds for the company’s investors and partners is always full of old men who are full of themselves-”

“Doesn’t that remind me of someone?”

“Oh shut up, I at least have a good reason for it. They’re nothing more than a bunch of old hags who like to brag 24/7, and since this gala is in their "honor” they can bring guests with them. If I have to go by another year hearing them pitch their daughters and grand-daughters to me hoping I’ll date one of them, I’ll simply kill one of them. Some of the girls over the years have been nice but for every decent one you can actually talk to, you have at least 9 others doing the most ridiculous things to try and get your attention. I assume it’s what they are asked to do but I swear… And everyone else gets out of it too. Dick is already married to Kor'i, Tim is forever married to his job and Damian is not old enough for most of them. So that leaves me, the handsome Jason Todd, to carry the family’s weight on my shoulders.“

She snorted at the theatrical sigh he let out before laying his head on the table, immediately regretting it as he looked up at her with a glint in his eyes. "That’s where you, my dear Miss Dupain-Cheng come in. If I have a girlfriend, those girls will have to effectively back off of me as well, and I won’t have to restrain myself from being incredibly rude to them.”

“As if you could actually restrain yourself from being rude.”

Whether he didn’t hear her or just decided to ignore her comment Mari didn’t know, but once the monologue had been delivered, he leaned back on his seat with his signature smirk. “I’m a genius, I know.”

It took a whole lot from Marinette not to smack her dumbass of a friend again, but even she had to admit no one deserved to have their space invaded as she knew Jason had had in some of the other events his father organized, and if he was being truthful with her, then this gala was shaping to be even worse in that regard. If she could help her friend it would be enough for her, but in doing this she would also have an opportunity to design a gown to wear and hopefully get some people interested in her designs. Maybe she didn’t regret agreeing to this that much anymore.

“You’re one hell of a crazy person, Jay. You’re lucky you’re my best friend.” She rolled her eyes and nudged his leg with hers under the table with a smile. “We’ll have to do some planning this month and you better be ready. I’m not meeting your family for the first time as your fake girlfriend without running through each and every way this could catastrophically end.”

His shoulders relaxed as he nudged her leg back, relief flooding his face seeing her so committed. “Don’t worry Bug, they will love you, and I’ll explain everything to them after this is over, but if they are in on it from the start I just know one of my brothers will screw it up. I think we can pull it off though, and you know I’m always up for a challenge.”

The already familiar confidence rush that ran through Marinette whenever Jason reassured her that everything would be fine made an appearance once more, and at that moment she completely trusted themselves to be able to make do with this crazy-ass plan. After all, Jay was stubborn and always ready to jump in head-first into the weirdest situations.

Newsflash. This time he wasn’t.

Jason had known it was risky to ask his best friend to play pretend so he could get rid of the sticky girls from the gala.

Not because he thought she would refuse, but because of his own feelings.

Truth is, he was in love with Marinette and had been ever since five months into their friendship they encountered two thugs trying to rob a teenager on their way to school. Jason had put one of them down but, before he could go for the second one, Marinette already had knocked him out.

Her breathing was just a bit labored from throwing the man over her shoulder and one of her pigtails had come off from where the robber had grabbed it, but then she turned to wink at him with a smile before going to see if the teen was alright. Red Hood could only feel the sound of his heartbeat in his ears.

Knowing Marinette was potentially able to kick his ass at any given moment had made him feel all kinds of things, and he was already a goner by the time she was back by his side.

That same night, and back in his bed, Jason was mulling over the earlier events. Read: thinking about Marinette. He had never felt so flustered around the tiny woman and it had proven to be a hard task to get her out of his head even when she had left for her own house several hours ago.

One thing led to another and soon he found himself reminiscing about the past months spent in Marinette’s company. How she always seemed to brighten up any room she walked into, making him feel like he should look away but being unable to. Her caring nature taking over whenever someone in need of help was in the vicinity, the tenderness with which she treated people’s injuries, be it physical or emotional.

Jason remembered the first time he had been at the receiving end of it. It had been the time when his identity as Red Hood was also revealed to her.

In his defense, he hadn’t expected Marinette to arrive early to his flat for their movie night only to find him trying to get the cuts all over his abdomen and arms to stop bleeding. Time seemed to freeze as they stared at each other, one sitting on a barstool at the kitchen isle, the other standing at the door with a bag of snacks in her arms. Marinette, being the quick-witted and resourceful person she was, recovered astoundingly quickly from her stupor and started chastising him while tending to the cuts herself while he could only look at her in awe.

Later, when he explained where he got injured, she didn’t seem fazed by discovering his identity. If anything she seemed…smug?

“What’s with that face? I expected more of a reaction:”

Her smile only grew at that as she put on the last bandage around his arm. “I’m glad you finally told me, but I kind of…already knew? I mean, I had my suspicions. You two had roughly the same measurements as far as I could tell, you also happened to go MIA whenever there was an emergency a time too many for it to feel like a coincidence. Also the little stunt you pulled the other day talking to me in the mask? You should’ve at least tried to fake your voice or something.”  Once she was done she patted his head with a wink and left him to process everything while she prepared the popcorn.

That wink had been so cheeky it left him swooning, heartbeat pounding in his ears.

Wait. That had felt familiar.

Oh.

Oh.

Jason was brought back to the present with such force he thought someone had slapped him. Laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling at 3 am he couldn’t tiptoe around the issue anymore. He wondered how he hadn’t reached this conclusion much earlier.

He was in love with Marinette.

He was in love with his best friend.

Dear God, he was so fucked.

That had been the moment he accepted he was so utterly in love with Marinette, and even though Jason had hoped that what he thought was a very one-sided love would subside eventually, with each passing day where he got to know her better and better he only fell harder for her.

Why was he even thinking about all of this? Oh right. He had asked Mari to play pretend as his girlfriend that same afternoon.

What could possibly go wrong?

Marinette had taken it upon her to have their lie be as believable as possible, which meant she wanted them to at least plan out what they’d do if certain situations arose while they were navigating the gala. What this meant was that the following month they had spent a whole lot of time together, maybe too much for Jason’s sanity to remain as stable as it could.

Even if he was used to meeting her at least twice a week and spending their weekly movie night together, Mari practically lived in his apartment now. And he wasn’t complaining at all, but by the gods, if it wasn’t so damn distracting to have her around. She would often keep him company while asking questions about the people who would attend the gala, working on her dress for it, or simply walking around the house jokingly complaining about how Jason tasteless choice of furniture and decorations made the living room look like a yard sale.

Oh, and there was also all the teasing. There had been a consistent amount of it between them before, but now it had turned into a constant stream of cheeky comments, smirk exchanges and usually a smack or two from Mari.

All in all, Jason had lived through both the most blissful yet most frustrating month of his life and the worst of it had yet to arrive, though time did pass by way faster than he would’ve hoped for.

And just like that, the big night was upon them.

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And that’s it! Hope you liked this little thing and look forward to the next parts! Thank you a lot for reading <3

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[m00nslippers]

okay two things. 1) imagine talia sleeping w/ jason never happened and he’s basically still a virgin. how do you think everyone would react to that? and 2) how do you think everyone would react once they found out jason’s a bottom in the au where everyone has a crush on him

Well, Jason isn’t a virgin now. He and essence had a bit of a thing but it never got very far because no one in the All-Caste approved. He had a short fling with Rose later and she was very dominant as well as more experienced, so he sort of just ended up taking the more submissive role naturally in that relationship and it may have imprinted on him a bit. The next person he had a thing with was Kori when the Outlaws first formed. She was very upset that her relationship with Dick was over after he left her at the alter, justwhen she’d finally thought they’d be together forever. Jason wanted to comfort her and she’s a very physical person, so it turned into sex, which they both enjoyed, but again Kori was more experienced of the two so he was more submissive there as well.

So after that, Kori and Roy began dating and Jason was such a very patient third wheel that they both simultaneously had thoughts about including him but Roy didn’t mention it at first, even though he knew Kori was fairly open with relationships because he wasn’t sure about Jason’s sexuality, whether he’d feel comfortable participating or even just letting Roy watch while Jason was with Kori, which Roy would have also been into. But Kori isn’t shy and she brought it up first when she noticed Roy giving Jason more and more interested looks on occasion, they both decided they would feel comfortable inviting him to have sex with him.

Jason usually catches the hint pretty early when Kori and Roy would get ‘in the mood’ and made himself scarce, but one day when he made to leave, they stopped him and asked if he wanted to stay and be involved. And Jason was very confused, like um, really? You both like me? Both want me? He felt so honored that they would care about him and trust him enough to want that, though it took some convincing on their part that it wasn’t pity sex, that they genuinely found him attractive and both wanted to engage in sex with him. So Roy was the first guy Jason had ever been with and he’d been pretty open to everything from the start. Again Jason was more submissive since it was their relationship and he was more of a guest. Jason never actually dated them, they had the romantic relationship and his with them was mostly platonic.

After that he had short flings and one night stands and in some of those he was more dominant, but he’s actually kind of used to being submissive during sex and he associates it with comfort and people he trusts. So he’s not really a virgin in terms of sex itself–but in terms of an actual relationship he totally is!

Not many people actually realize this about Jason. Since he’s so dang attractive, they think he must have had tons of relationships, but he’s an absolute dating newb. Even with Isabel they went on like two dates, that’s it. She was the first person he actually tried to date in a normal way, but she didn’t want to deal with the vigilante thing so it didn’t go very far. But Jason with dates is super traditional and tries to wine and dine people because all he knows about dating is from old black and white movies, and Bruce taking models out on the town when he was a kid, pretty much.

Kori and Roy’s idea of a date was beating up bad guys together and then eating Jason’s cooking on the couch while Roy tinkered and Kori watched Space Soaps, and that felt bizarrely chill to him. Jason thinks a date is supposed to be Mr. Darcy courting Lizzie Bennet, like romantic horse rides on the beach, picnics on a cliff with wine and gourmet sandwiches, and fancy restaurants and a night at the opera and junk. Like friends with benefits is one thing, but dating ought to be special, right? Otherwise what’s the difference between that and friends? That’s his thought process anyway. So he’s actually very stressed out about the idea of dating someone for real because doing it properly in his mind seems so overwhelming a task.

Honestly? The only people who really know this about Jason are the other batkids and Kori and Roy–because they’d be telling him about their dates and such and here Jason is over here with a very critical expression, like that’s what you guys did on a date? Just hung out and fought about what to watch on Netflix and ordered pizza? And they’re just like, well what would you do on a date? And he explains his very over-the-top ideas of what a date should be and they just…laugh at him, usually. Tim, Steph and Dick found the whole thing to be hilarious, that Jason was nursing such a cute idea of what dating was, and here Jason is just blushing and feeling so embarrassed though he’s not sure why, it seems perfectly understandable to him. And he doesn’t really say anything to let them know, but them laughing at him actually hurt him a bit and now he’s even more scared to date because everything he thinks dating is supposed to be is apparently laughable and he’s just very confused and lost about the whole thing, so he doesn’t talk about it. If people ask he usually just says he doesn’t really date because that’s easier than actually considering dating.

Now, what do people think of Jason bottoming? Well…

*Hal, swaggers into the Watchtower cafeteria and sits down next to Hawkwoman and Supergirl who look up from their food, curious.*

Hal, looking incredibly smug: So…I just heard from Barry, who heard from Wally who heard from Dick who heard from Roy that Jason…is a bottom!

Shayera, rolling her eyes: Psh, I could have told you that.

Hal, betrayed: WHAT? Then why didn’t you?!

Shayera, raising a brow: And why should you have been privy to that information?

Hal, pouting: Because it’s sexy as fuck?

Kara, ignoring them both, her eyes huge and glazed over: Oh my god…oh my god…

Hal, smirking and nodding: Yup! This girl gets it!

Kara, nearly hyperventilating, caught up in her fantasies: …my big-titted beefcake…my stacked snack…my thick, thunder-thighed hotty…blushing and squirming underneath me as I milk him dry…

Shayera, blushing as she nearly chokes on her food: Hey, I’m trying to eat here, people!

Kara, swooning: …*passes out*

Hal, shocked, hands raised as if to deny responsibility: Woah–I don’t think Kryptonians are supposed to do that!

Shayera, scowling: Dammit Hal, you broke her!

#One needs to be circumspect about informing people Jason is a bottom #Kara actually fainted from a weird space bug #but at the time Shayera and Hal genuinely thought she'd fainted from finding out Jason was a bottom #Maybe she might have but we'll never know now #The watchtower was on quarantine for three days and Jason got stuck there with a number of people #They genuinely didn't care much about the space disease dangerous enough to take out a Kryptonian #After all information from the Lantern Core had that under control very quickly #They were all more interested in who's room Jason would bunk in #Jason Todd #Red Hood #Kara Danvers #Kara Zor-El #Supergirl #Shayera Hol #hawkwoman #Hal Jordan #Green Lantern #bottom!Jason #Everyone Crushing on Jason AU #IMagine #headcanon #Joyfire #Roy Harper #Arsenal #Koriand'r #Starfire

[bat-lings]

When it comes to Damian being sexist I just see it as as being a bratty young boy raised in a not so maternal setting. I've always seen Ra's promoting a al ghuls are top dogs. We are our culture. Our religion. The way (which is also a whole other topic of how I see the al ghuls but I won't get into it). I'd think any women (like Talia) who's an al ghul or someone within the circle would be respected by Damian w/their gender not being a issue. It's just Damian likes to poke at anything he can. -

An in-depth look! I think you’re on point tbh. Damian is the definition of insecure & disturbed, and he overcompensates by demeaning everyone around him, men or women.

I don’t think it negates the possibility of being prejudiced against one or more certain group-s, though. He does use everything in his power to get under people’s skin, no arguing about that, but then there’s the "is he himself convinced by what he’s saying" dilemma you’re implicitly bringing up:

Is Damian calling Dick & Tim fake sons only because he thinks it’ll get to them, or because he truly values blood/lineage above all things? Is he calling Kara an alien only to hurt her, or does he truly thinks belonging to another race justifies her feeling bad about it? Is he using gendered insults against women & demeaning them through their bodies (something he doesn’t do with men) only to get under their skin, or does it betray a specific mental construction about women?

My answer is "both" for the first and last examples, and "the former" for Kara (for lack of other canon evidence indicating racism, unlike the lineage and sexism thing). When he’s criticizing others’ skills I think he’s trying to convince himself because he is 100% insecure about his place in the family. But when he refers to blood or gender, I tend to think he may partly believe his own bullshit. But, y’know, personal reading and all.

For me it’s more a matter of... well, the sexist canon occurrences are there, and since I didn’t find them ooc/incoherent with Damian’s character, I integrated it into my understanding of the character. I said my piece about that here already and won’t clutter your musings by repeating myself (much)— it’s not baffling to me that the league could be bigoted/imprint bigotry on their members hence my position, but frankly your take is totally valid and you’re far from the only one considering the al Ghul name and/or skill would take precedence over gender in the League.

That’s a wonderfully interesting & insightful addition!

We have little canon basis on the League’s inner workings, culture, values, etc. Boy do I love to hear other people’s speculations on the matter.

I for one like to imagine the league as an amalgam of different cultures, given that Ra’s seems to have followers from all around the world. Cuz eternal Master or not, at the end of the day, you gotta eat and dress and stuff. And each member would cook and wear what they grew up with. Have their own cultural references, from literature to music to everything else. With perhaps a predominance out of interest for the culture that initially saw Ra’s, their great master, be born.

I did like TT’s efforts to associate Damian with middle eastern culture in a positive fashion. With how rare it is for him to be acknowledged as a character of color, it was a a breath of fresh air. From experience I can tell you, nothing feels like family quite like a batata koucha or khobz tounes. Damian & I aren’t from the same descent nor do we share the same culture (although I sometimes lend him some of the songs I grew up with out of self-indulgence), but I sure could identify with the nostalgia he demonstrated in that special.

Not to dismiss your take though, it’s solid af & I get how it can make you find the restaurant thing unnatural. It’s true that Ra’s built a whole religion around himself and the pit, and your speculations about the League as a society and the al Ghul’s name as Damian’s sole identity are both compelling and coherent with what canon material we have.

So we rejoin in that I have no trouble imagining Damian could’ve grown up surrounded by plenty of cultures. Developing an identity that’s more "al Ghul" than "specific culture from X country", while a great take, is not the one I’m going with. I imagine the league members, for all that they worship Ra’s as an immortal god of sorts, are still contemporary people anchored in a context & that they’d keep whatever cultural influence they have as long as it doesn’t contradict the master’s values. Talia too (the preboot one who was born after Woodstock at least) would have some ties more concrete that Ra’s and his centuries-long life. I like to associate her and Damian to both the al Ghul name and a "distinct" culture. To each their own!

I enjoyed reading your thoughts a lot! Thanks for sharing!

#damian wayne #talia al ghul #ra’s al ghul #batfam #batfamily #meta #asks #zae chatters

[poison-basil]

Domaine Leroy Richebourg Grand Cru 1949

Summary: Sometime Dick hated how much his work got in the way of his personal life.

Also a big thank you to @iphoenixrising for all the help on this! It means a lot to me!! <3 love ya!

Dick quickly looked at his watch again as he ran down the street, cursing at the time. He was already two hours late to meet Tim. His heart was pounding in his chest as he thought about Tim not being in the restaurant, having left because he hadn’t turned up yet.

But thinking about Tim sitting alone at the table was even worse.

Dick had been stuck at work due to an emergency coming in. He was supposed to leave early today, but they needed Officer Grayson, and he couldn’t say no. He thought he would be able to leave with enough time to go home, get changed and make it to the restaurant.

Luck was not on his side, he was late and running in his Officer uniform towards the restaurant, Dick curse again, lamenting his luck, ‘Why today? Why on his anniversary?’

Dick almost screamed to the sky. Today was his 5th anniversary with Tim and to them this celebrations weren’t just about being together, it was about what they had to get through to be here. All the fights they had overcome, the tension between them. It was supposed to be a milestone for them, each making sure that they were going to be there and he’d fucked it up.

Getting past the hurt that they caused each other, that he’d caused Tim through thoughtless actions. Today of all days was not the time for his patterented tardiness to rear its ugly head. Though Dick felt a little grateful at the thought that his lateness wasn’t entirely his fault.

Coming up on the resturant Dick stood outside catching his breath for a moment before reaching for the door and pushing it open. He took a quick glance around and couldn’t see Tim, his heart sunk - Tim had left. As he was about to leave a young woman came up to him, guestering into the restaurant.

“Do you have a reservation?”

Dick took a second before replying, eyes again scanning the the lone patrons at the tables, desperately hoping that he had just missed Tim on his first look, licking his lips nervously Dick answers her, “Drake?” His answer came out more of a question, but he saw her eyes widen and mouth tug into a small smile.

“Right this way, sir.” Dick’s heart soared, Tim was still here, he had waited all the fear and nervousness Dick had suddenly vanished. No longer wondering if Tim had abandoned him, like he had once done, and though Dick knew he would deserve it, it no longer plagued his mind as he thought about seeing Tim. He quickly followed the lady to a booth in the far back. The first thing Dick noticed as they came up to the booth was that the table was filled with glasses. Dick worried his lip as he looked around the booth wall to see Tim.

Dick’s breath caught as he took in Tim’s appearance. He was wearing a black fitted suit with a blue tie, the one that Dick had brought him, because it was Nightwing blue, and Dick loved seeing Tim in his colours. Just as he was about to say something, the waitress held a hand out to his seat, “I will be back in a couple of minutes. Take your time.”

Dick quickly sat, and looked at Tim, not knowing what to say. After years of knowing each other, fighting together, of being partners and of being a couple, Dick still stumbled when he did something to hurt Tim. After all this time, Dick had come to know him, knew Tim internalised everything, taking it all on his own shoulders and take it to be something that he had done wrong.

The more he looked the more he noticed something was off. Tim’s eyes were slightly glassy, not really looking at anything, his mouth was stained slightly red and he was smiling, but at seemingly nothing. It was then that Dick thought about Tim not reacting to him being there and something tightened in his chest.

He took another look at the empty glasses and it dawned on him: these were wine glasses. He looked at Tim again and frowned. Tim was drunk, or at least on the verge.

“Hey, Timmy, you ok? Sorry I’m late.” Dick watched as Tim suddenly looked up, slightly shook from being spoken to. His eyes widened as they looked at him.

Tim smiled at him bright and sunny, “Dick!” Like he had only just noticed that it was him sitting across from him. “You’re here!” Dick winced at Tim’s loud voice.

Reaching across the table Dick took Tim’s hand in his and pulled it slightly towards himself. “Sorry I’m late.” He tried again.

“Oh, it’s ok,” Tim’s smile became shy as he looked up at Dick through his lashes. “I’m just glad that you’re here.” Dick feels himself smile, though he can’t ignore the light slur in Tim’s words, it makes him sick to think that Tim was sat here alone and nursing himself with wine to keep from being disappointed.

Dick rubs his thumb over the back of Tim’s hand while the detective’s mind works with the evidence given. Still, he doesn’t know how to proceed from here, what he can say to make it better, to take Timmy back to the beginning of the night when he didn’t need to squash his anxiety with wine. They sit in silence for a couple of minutes when the a man comes over to their table with a notepad.

Trying to salvage the evening, Dick sighs a little at the extra sparkle in Tim’s blue, blue eyes and the red tint of his mouth, barely hearing, “Have you thought about what you’d like to order?” Dick is about to answer when Tim back away from Dick, taking his hand with him making Dick look away from the waiter.

He watches as Tim gives the waiter the Wayne smile before talking. “He’ll have the steak,” Tim looked to him, “and we’ll have the same bottle of red that I’ve been drinking.”

The waiter writes it down and gives them a smile, “I will be right back with your drinks in a moment sirs.” he says before walking away.

As soon as the man is out of earshot, Dick still looking at Tim asks, “You’re not getting something to eat?” Dick feels his stomach roll because Tim didn’t want to eat with him, since he left Tim waiting, since he hadn’t been able to text or make a call, Tim decided to get drunk, probably thinking his boyfriend didn’t give a damn about their anniversary, and it made Dick feel like an asshole.

Tim slides his gaze to Dick, bringing a half empty glass of wine to his his lips, before replying, “I’ve already eaten.” Tim’s tone is flat not really revealing anything, but Dick finds that more telling than anything else.

Dick looks down at the table, clenches and unclenches his hands under it. He doesn’t know what to do, he doesn’t know how to fix this, how to make it obvious Tim is important to him, part of him, like no one else has ever been, that today, the day of their first kiss, the day they both realized how much they needed and loved each other, is still one of the most important days of Dick Grayson’s life. The sudden clank of glass to his left made him look up, the waiter was back with the wine and pouring it, “Thank you.” He hears quitely from Tim.

“I’ll just take those for you.” The waiter leans across the table and starts collecting the empty glasses and Dick can’t wait fo the man to leave, to give them the space he needed to remind Tim how good they are together, how much Dick loves him, cares about him, needs him. The Waiter quickly moves away with the glasses.

“The reason I was late -” Dick is stopped by Tim putting a hand up and silencing him.

Tim huffs a little, “It’s fine Dick, honestly,” and Dick feels himself shrink a little as Tim sighs, “I’m used to it.” And oh how that made this so much worse, had he really been that bad? Has he let that many dates and nights in be interrupted that Tim came to expect it? Had it been getting worse and he hadn’t realised it. Dick tried to swallow the lump forming in his throat.

“I--” Dick didn’t know what to say. He knew he had to make this up to Tim, he just didn’t know how. Watching Tim sit across from him in silence, taking a sip of wine now and then makes it painfully obvious how much effort Tim has put in for tonight.

The clothes that he’s wearing Dick remembers telling him how much he loves the way Tim looks in them. This restaurant has been one of Dick’s favourites from before he even knew Tim and as he takes a sip of the wine, Dick realises that this is his favorite and he knows that this place doesn’t sell this, which means that Tim’s paid more for them to store it and bring it to them.

It makes Dick want to cry a little, thinking that Tim has put in so much thought and effort into tonight and he couldn’t even make it on time.

“Timmy I--” Dick feels the words get choked off in his throat. He looks at Tim and sees his eyes soften, “I--I...” Dick cannot think of anything that would make this better.

“Geez Dick, it’s fine!” Dick feels a slight frustration build at the way Tim is trying to brush this under the carpet, trying to make it not such a big deal. Like when he’s hurt in the field and doesn’t want anyone to worry about him and waves off gashs like they’re papercuts. The empty wine glasses are enough of a signal to show that everything is not fine.

“It’s not fine! You’ve done all this and -,” Dick groans before continuing on, “And I didn’t even bring your present! I fucked up tonight so bad.” Dick leans back in his chair looking at the shocked face Tim is giving him.

“Sorry, I just wanted a nice night with just me and you and celebrate us, but it got messed up and you were alone so long you’ve already eaten,” Dick rubbed at his face. “Not that I blame you for that, at all, it just feels like our evening has been shot to hell because of me.”

He watches as Tim reaches out for his hand and lets him take it, his fingers are warm from the wine, are familiar and soothing, making him think they still might be ok. A glimmer of hope sparks in his chest. Dick’ll never know what he did to make Tim love him, even after all the hurt he’s caused him throughout the years must mean that Tim is some kind of saint to still want to be with him.

It’s nice to have Tim initiate touch with him after such a long day. It was rare for Tim to be the one to make contact, and it always makes Dicks insides warm a little no matter how he’s feeling.

“The evening isn’t quite over yet.” Tim’s voice is barely a whisper but Dick hears him clearly and his pulse races at the promise he hears in those words. Dick sits and lets the words settle for a few moments and he can see red seeping into Tim’s cheeks the longer he keeps eye contact with him. He thinks back to the other night when he managed to corner Tim on patrol and make him do the same thing with just a couple heated kisses.

The silence between them was interrupted by his food being placed in front of him. The smell coming from it was divine and looked mouth watering. Dick felt Tim pull his hand away and watched as he put them under his chin, resting his head, a small smile on his lips.

Dick smiled up at the waiter and said his thanks before taking his knife and fork and digging in. Damn, it was good! After the long day he’d had at work, this was exactly what he needed.

“Good?” Tim asks, his voice still soft.

Quickly swallowing his food, he nods, “As always Timmy.”

Finishing his food, Dick pushes the plate to the center on the table and grabs his drink. “So Timmy, what else do you want to do tonight? I wanna make up for being late, anything you wanna do is on the table.”

Tim’s mouth breaks out into a wide sunny grin. “Well, if you are up for it…” and as quick as the smile came it’s gone, his face becomes pinched, “Actually just forget it.”

Dick jumps on that, “No, no no, tell me what you wanna do Beautiful, anything you wanna do we will…” Dick gently moves his leg under the table and rubs his leg soothingly against Tim’s slim leg.

Dick can see the decision on whether to let him know what he wants to do waring on Tim’s face, his nose scrunching at the thought of maybe putting Dick out. He lets Tim have his time, because he knows if he pushes Tim to tell him, he’ll pull further away and give an answer that he thinks Dick’ll want to hear.

Finally something must give within the Detectives mind. Tim gives a little huff before speaking, “I want us to--” He breaks off, and gives a little frustrated groan, like it pains him to say it, “Train surf… I want us to train surf, like old times…” He trails off.

Dick feels himself get excited at Tim’s words. That would be amazing, getting to fly with Tim, purely for fun! Train surf with him, he hadn’t done that in years, the last time he’d done so was with Damian and that wasn’t the same. Damian had something to prove and took no joy in it, unlike Tim, who seems to thrive on the excitement of the activity and it makes Dick feel complete to see Tim let go like he does when train surfing.

Before Dick can let Tim know he is one hundred percent down with that idea Tim is already back tracking. “But I can get why you wouldn’t to do that, it’s childish, I think you should pick something.” He waffles his and back and forth, as if he can push the bad thoughts away.

Dick bumps Tim’s leg with his, “Tim, Timmy, Beautiful, I would love to do that with you!” Dick can feel his cheeks starting to hurt with how much he’s smiling. He can see a spark of excitement in Tim’s eyes and the flush on his skin reminds Dick of all the alcohol he has consumed. He suddenly has some reservations about going out tonight, like this.

Tim seems to see the change in his mood and his excitement dies a little. Dick talks before Tim can back out, “Listen Timmy, I don’t think it’s a good idea to do it now. Maybe we can give it a few of hours?” Dick can see Tim deflate on his side of the booth. Tim is ringing his hands as he thinks it over and Dick cannot help but feel like he’s messed up again, but he lets out a sigh of relief as Tim nods in agreement.

Dick was not expecting the sly smirk that Tim was giving him. “If we can’t do that yet, there is nothing saying saying we cannot go back to my place for a while…” Dick feels his cock throb at the implication lacing Tim’s voice so suddenly he needs to adjust himself in his work pants.

Tim’s eyes are lidded now, from lust rather than alcohol and Dick feels his mouth go dry.

Licking his lips, Dick is suddenly standing from the table and Tim seems shocked to see Dick move so fast. “I’ll go pay the check and we can be out of hear.” Dick doesn’t wait for a reply but he does hear a little laugh coming from Tim.

Dick has pays quickly, offering thank you’s to the staff for a lovely evening, as he turns to collect Tim he sees that he is already making his way towards him, weaving through the tables. Dick takes a moment to appreciate Tim’s form as he makes his way towards him, he has always been striking, with his beautiful features and leath body, wrapped up in fitting clothes and the blue tie just made it all the better.

Dick puts his hand out for him to take and Tim rolls his eyes before taking hold. “You’re such a sap.”

Dick grins before bringing Tim’s hand to his lips, “I can’t help it if I want people to know that the prettiest person in the room is mine.” The blush on Tim’s cheeks is gratifying as is the way he tucks his hair behind his ear in embarrassment.

Tim quickly pulls him from the restaurant, as soon as they are out of the doors, Dick takes the opportunity to pull Tim to him, embracing him in a warm hug. “I’m sorry Timmy.”

“Dick, it’s fine and I do mean fine. You’re going to make it up to me aren’t you?”

Dick’s gaze grows dark with want, “Oh baby, am I going to make it up to you.” He leans in and kisses Tim slow and sweet, tempting little moans from the shorter man.

He feels Tim pushing at his shoulders, so he leans back a little, his face is red, he eyes are dark and he looks up at Dick through his thick lashes and Dick has to hold himself back from leaning in and stealing more kisses. “Dick, we gotta get home…” He bites his lip before speaking again, “I won’t be able to last much longer and I don’t want to fuck in an ally on our anniversary.”

Dick’s cock made itself known again at the vivid imagery of fucking Tim up against the dank wall of an ally in his officer uniform. Liquid heat raced through him at the thought of Tim calling him Officer Grayson and Dick was tempted to do just that, but Tim was right, they should be doing something special for their anniversary, so Dick’ll keep that idea on the back burner.

“Well we better be getting home then.”

With a knowing look Tim nods, “Of course, Officer.”

#DickTim #Date night #My writing #myfic #oneshot #dcu

[redhoodieone]

Welcome Home

This is technically my first smut. I feel like since I always requests smuts, I figured I should give one back to Tumblr and for those who always make my fantasies come true. 

Warnings: Major Smut.

I knew my family was different the moment I found out my adoptive father was Batman. I was just a ten-year-old girl when I snuck down the stairs at midnight for a drink of water and spotted Batman leaving a trail of blood from his study and calling out for Alfred for help. The moment our eyes locked, Bruce instantly knew that I was clearly aware of his secret. He had also confessed it was him who saved me from a shootout that my parents were involved in and that it was him, as Batman. I felt I owed Bruce my own life for saving me, and I vowed to keep my father’s secret and pray that he would return home safely every night back to me.

It didn’t help that I soon discovered my adoptive older brother Dick Grayson was Robin. Not only did I have to keep his secret as well, but it made it more impossible to not have a crush on him. I mean, Dick has such a charming personality, beautiful baby blue eyes, and a devilish smile that can make any girl crawl on her hands and knees. And that ass…

I later found myself becoming the second Robin once Dick left to assume his own identity, Nightwing. Bruce trusted me, and he saw potential in me the second I told him I couldn’t see myself being a hero forever. Perhaps he never really wanted me to be his sidekick and figured if I got it out of my system that I could resume my life as a sixteen-year-old and do normal teenager activities. As if my life was normal anyways.

But things changed as soon as I was finally embracing myself as a hero. Bruce had taken in a new kid, Jason Todd. He was a troublemaker, a rebel, and a mysterious kid, who had never even spoken to me unless he had to. I don’t think my age helped the situation either; I was a couple of years older than him and he may not have seen me as an equal. But of course, the dark haired, icy blue eyed, bad attitude boy was given the Robin title, and I was removed because of a patrol-gone-wrong situation.

Stupid Harley Quinn and her baseball bat. Who knew one hit to my knee could bench me for two months (Alfred added an additional five months of rest).

Then the unthinkable happened. The second Robin was killed by the Joker. Jason Todd’s death put Bruce into a depression, and he swore he would never put another kid’s life in danger. Our father and daughter relationship broke apart before my very eyes. I spent my remaining teenage years in the mansion isolated, except for Alfred’s loving company.

I had graduated high school on time and I quickly decided to go to Gotham University to escape the Bat family. Before I moved out, I discovered Bruce had taken in another kid, Tim Drake, who was currently the new Robin. Was I hurt? Of course, I felt I was somehow replaced. Would I miss the Bat family? Maybe. Maybe not.

I did in fact wish the new younger Robin good luck. When Tim looked up at me, his light blue eyes were so innocent and frightened about me leaving him behind. I didn’t know why he would be so upset about me leaving; wouldn’t he want all of Bruce’s attention without me hanging around the mansion?

Now I’m twenty-one-years-old, and I’m still a student at Gotham University. Alfred had just called and informed me Bruce wants me back home.

As I sit in a taxi while anxiously waiting to pull up to Wayne Manor, I honestly don’t know why Bruce wants me back at home. Alfred has kept me up to date about the Bat family incidents and activities I have missed out those few years such as:

Dick Grayson becoming a womanizer (I saw it coming) and how he’s juggling working as a police officer and Nightwing. He’s still the favorite and golden child in Bruce’s eyes.

Jason Todd is back from the dead, and he’s currently operating his own team: Red Hood and the Outlaws (who knew he was leadership material underneath that thick skull of his?).

Tim Drake is Red Robin (does the fast food chain restaurant know about his superhero name?), and he’s currently assisting the Teen Titans when necessary while simultaneously aiding Bruce with detective work.

Damian Wayne is Bruce Wayne’s unknown biological child. I think he’s about fifteen-years-old now; from what I remember the last time I spoke to Alfred. I met Damian once, when Bruce asked me to meet him once Talia al Ghul practically dropped him off at Bruce’s doorstep. The boy was a little shit: bratty, stuck up, and insensitive. Even though he is the spitting image of Bruce, minus the different colored eyes (Bruce has blue and Damian’s are green), Damian claims he is set to take over the cowl when Bruce is either dead or done. God help us all…

But I still can’t figure out why I am needed back home. Is Alfred sick? Is Bruce dying after fighting all these years? Is it one of my brothers?

I jump in surprise once the taxi comes to a hard stop. After paying the man, I grab my duffel bag and I climb the front steps that I suddenly remember jumping off them as a kid. Alfred scolded me many times, and I still did it because being bad was fun.

I scoff loudly, and I jump down the five steps that would have given Alfred a heart attack. Maybe I haven’t changed as much as I thought.

I find the wooden front door unlocked, which is odd considering Alfred always makes sure to lock it. As a matter of fact, Alfred hasn’t greeted me like he always does when I come home. Where is Alfred?

After I unwrap my scarf, I pull my hoodie over my head to be more comfortable in the warm house. Sadly, I forgot to do laundry yesterday, so I came home in just my black yoga pants and red tank top. What would Alfred say?

I kick off my shoes and walk to the kitchen barefoot. Pulling my long hair into a ponytail, I notice a note on the counter that’s written for me. I unfold the note and stare at the nicest, well done cursive handwriting only one man can do here.

 Dear Lady Y/N,

I sincerely apologize for not being there to greet you properly. Master Bruce had wanted me to take my holiday to London early, and Lord knows I can use a week to myself after stitching up countless wounds, tidying up bedrooms and Bat caves, and playing messenger between you and your father. I have a cooked roast with garlic mash potatoes in the refrigerator if you are hungry. Do heat it up and perhaps show your father and brothers how to use the microwave.

I dearly love you and the boys,

 Love Alfred Pennyworth

P.S.

Look into the highest cabinet above the refrigerator, and you will discover a jar of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies just for you.

  I grin widely, and before I can turn around and find the cookies, I’m stuck between the counter and a tall, hard body behind me. I freeze.

“Welcome home, Y/N. I missed you so much,” Bruce whispers in my ear. I can feel his hot breath above my shoulder and neck. The familiar smell of his expensive cologne fills my nostrils. His large hands rub my legs and grip onto my hips very hard. “Did you miss me?”

“H-hi dad. W-what are you doing?” I ask softly, but I know it came out like a whisper. One of his hands is holding my waist, while the other caresses my abdomen. It feels strange considering Bruce is supposed to be my father, and we shouldn’t be this close or even touching each other. But a part of me wants to keep feeling his hands on me and see what he does next.

“Holding you. Smelling you. Touching you,” he answers, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. He breathes harder when I press my backside against his front by accident. “It appears you want this too. Am I correct, Y/N?”

His hand pulls down my yoga pants enough, so he can reach into my underwear. Bruce continues to breathe hard from his nose when his fingers find my core. His thumb rubs fast circles on my clit, while he pushes two fingers inside me. I bite my bottom lip to stop a loud moan from coming out of me, but he appears he’ll have none of that. He stops fingering me.

“You better be loud, or I won’t let you cum, Y/N.”

Before I can beg him to keep going, he turns my face, so I can look him in those cold, pale blue eyes. “Please tell me you’re…not a virgin.” Bruce’s face is twisted in pleasure from just fingering me, but I can tell his lips are trembling and there’s a soft but pleading look in his eyes. This must hurt him as much as it’s hurting me.

“I-I’m not,” I confess, and wonder if he would change his mind if I said I was.

“Who was it with?” Bruce demands. He kisses along my shoulder to my neck before he bites on my soft spot. I hiss in pain and I grind into him again.

“Josh Mitchell. I was sixteen,” I answer harshly.

“Was he any good?”

Before I can answer, Bruce shoves the front of my body onto the counter, while he pulls down my yoga pants. My adrenaline is rushing, and I can feel myself wetting the counter from just his roughness. I can feel him unzip his pants and I can already imagine this thick, hard cock fucking me into oblivion.

“No, no he wasn’t good at all!” I cry out.

“Good, I’m actually relieved to hear that,” Bruce says, as he starts to stroke himself. “Do you want me to fuck you, Y/N?”

I want to turn around and watch him jack off. Hearing him pleasure himself isn’t enough. Bruce then jams two fingers back into my pussy and I whimper loudly. It has been too long since I’ve been intimate with a man. I need his cock now!

“I asked you a question, Y/N. Do I need to remind you who you are supposed to answer to?” he says seriously before adding a third finger inside me. I grip the counter and I breathe harder. I find myself rubbing my pussy on the edge of the smooth countertop for more friction, but he grabs my hips and stops me. “Now, do you want me to fuck you, Y/N, or should I leave you here, so you can dry hump the countertop alone?”

I growl louder, while my nails scratch the counter top. “YES! Yes, I want you to fuck me, Dad!”

As soon as those words left my mouth, I immediately wonder if I killed the mood. Why would I call him ‘dad’ when we’re about to have hot, rough sex in the kitchen? I need to apologize. I push myself up on my elbows and I shift my head to the side to apologize. I open my mouth to speak but stop when Bruce’s eyes darkened, and he growls as he slams his thick cock inside me.

I moan louder than I have in my entire life. His cock fills me up so much that I fear I won’t be able to walk straight for the next week or two. Bruce lifts my legs up and continues to shove me against the counter with every hard thrust. He wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to fuck me. The man is practically drilling into me with no kindness at all.

“Oh fuck! You’re so fucking tight. So wet and so hot,” Bruce groans out. With each thrust, I can feel he wants to let go and fuck me like he owns me.

“Go ahead, Dad. Fuck me. Fuck me like I’m yours and only yours,” I tempt him playfully.

Bruce growls and rams his cock faster into me. He keeps knocking the air out from my lungs, and I can feel my body pulsating against his. I grip the countertop harder each time, and I know my knuckles are turning white and becoming numb every second. With one hand on my hips, Bruce moves his other hand up my tank top to hold my tits.

“No bra? You’re a bad girl,” Bruce says in between panting.

“I forgot to do laundry,” I choke out.

“Excuses,” he manages to say, as he holds me up more, so he can penetrate me deeper. His cock is hitting a deeper spot in me. It must be my g-spot, because I have read about it but never actually felt it to know. I can feel myself clenching his dick tightly, and I know I’m getting closer to release. “You wanted me and your brothers to see your tits, huh?”

“Maybe,” I cry out louder than what I intended to. Fuck, what if one of my brothers hears me? They’ll really think I’m insane for fucking our father and for loving it every second. Bruce readjusts our position once more, so he can hit that spot continuously. “I-I think I’m going to cum!”

“Not yet, you better not!” Bruce growls, and drills into me harder and faster. With his powerful thrusts and the constant friction from the countertop on my clit, I know for a fact that I can’t last longer. His hands hold onto my hips while he fucks me harder than before.

I become a moaning mess. I can feel my mouth drop open because I feel liquid coming out from my core. Did I just squirt? What the hell is happening to me?

The sounds of skin on skin is louder because of my mess. I drop my head onto the counter while Bruce continues to fuck me. Before I can catch my breath, Bruce chuckles and lifts me up. “I just made you squirt. That has never happened before, has it?”

“No, that was my first time,” I answer breathlessly. He kisses my neck.

“You’re so wet,” Bruce grunts into my ear. Breathing heavily, he lifts my hips again, so he can rub my clit with his fingers. “You’re making a mess all over my cock. You’re such a bad girl.”

“I’m your bad girl,” I moan out, as I can feel another orgasm threatening to take over my body.

“Fuck yes, you are!” Bruce groans, and continues to shove his cock into my soaking wet pussy.

With every rough thrust, I know Bruce won’t last. I whimper once more when my pussy clenches his dick as he fucks me through my orgasm. A few more hard thrusts, Bruce pulls out and turns me over onto my back. He jacks himself off as I watch his cum spurt out all over my stomach.

Just seeing his hard, veiny thick cock before me turns me on once more. I lick my lips at how the tip of his dick glistens with his cum.

Bruce sighs heavily, and just when I think I should try to get up and clean myself, he pulls me up and kisses me. He shoves his tongue into my mouth, and we explore each other’s mouths as if this was our last chance to. He pulls away from me and rests his forehead against mine.

“You’re mine, Y/N. You belong to me, and the Batfamily. I don’t care who wants you, because you will never give them what you have given me. Do you understand?” Bruce asks, before giving me his famous bat glare.

“I understand, and I promise,” I swear before he kisses me once more.

“Good, now go wash up,” Bruce instructs before he helps me off the counter.

I grab a paper towel and wipe Bruce’s cum off my stomach before I pull up my yoga pants. As soon as I toss the damped paper towel into the trash, I immediately notice Dick Grayson is standing there at the entrance of the kitchen staring at me with fire in his eyes.

Yeah it’s my first smut...so I’m sorry if it sucks. (Pun intended)

#batfamily #bruce wayne #smut #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne smut

[batfam-imagines]

Outed

Prompt: One of the batboys( dick?) is outed as gay, and the media make a big deal out of it. batmom being supportive and defensive of him. Angst and mother/son fluff pls. If you don't want to that's fine, but please tell me so that I know tumblr is working. Thanks so much

I did my best! Finals are coming up, so I’m not sure when I’m going to be able to post again! Let me know if you like this one and if you want a part 2!

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Dick knew that it was dangerous to show any kind of PDA while out with his boyfriend. Wally West understood why he couldn’t, he knew that Dick was constantly in the spotlight and that he hadn’t told anyone that he liked guys. But Wally couldn’t help leaning forward to press a kiss to Dick’s smiling mouth. The red flush that stained Dick’s cheeks and the small smile that he got in return made the kiss worth it. If they’d only seen the man taking pictures outside the restaurant, they might not have been so free with their affections.

--

The headline breaks the next day.

‘WAYNE HEIR SPOTTED WITH ANOTHER MAN: PUBLICITY STUNT OR RELATIONSHIP SCANDAL?’

You quickly click the news off and sit in silence.

“Miss Y/N, breakfast is served”

“Alfred, have you seen the news today?”

The older man hums softly, “I read the newspaper every morning, Miss. So, if you are referring to the news coverage about Master Richard, then yes, I have indeed seen todays headline.”

“Have you -” Suddenly your phone starts ringing, a picture of Dick hanging upside down and grinning flashing across the screen, “Good morning, sweetheart”

“Mom! Don’t watch the news!”

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing! Just don’t watch the news and don’t let Bruce read the paper. Please, mom – just … just please”

“Baby, are you on your way here?”

Dick clears his throat, “I’m actually standing at the front door”

You quickly stand up and make your way to the door, thankful that your husband had decided to sleep in today. As soon as the door opens Dick flings himself into your arms, sobbing into your chest like he hadn’t since Jason had died.

“Oh, sweetheart”

“M-m-mom! I m-messed u-up”

Turning to glance over your shoulder and lock eyes with Alfred, “Alfie, I’m taking Dick to the study, don’t let anyone in”

“Of course, Miss”

When you manage to get Dick into the study and settled down you speak, “Now, what’s gotten you so worked up, bluebird? I haven’t seen you this upset in a long time”

“I messed up, mom. I messed up big time”

“Is that why you didn’t want me to watch the news?”

Dick sniffles, running a trembling hand though his hair, “I have to tell you something … something I’ve been keeping a secret from everyone for – for a long time. I just didn’t know how to tell you -”

“Is this about that picture of you kissing Wally?”

Dick’s head snaps up, almost colliding with your jaw. His mouth is open, eyes wide in shock, “W-what?!”

You give your son a soft smile, “Is that what’s got you all worked up, bluebird?”

“I-I-”

“I mean you do have a thing for red-heads, Babs, Kori, you even flirted with Roy, so you dating Wally isn’t that far of a stretch”

“Mom -!”

“What I just want to know is why you’re so upset” You level your oldest son with a stern look, one that’s been dubbed “The Batmom”, “Start talking, sweetheart”

“I didn’t want you to find out like this! I wanted to – I was going to invite Wally over for dinner and tell everyone then!”

“That still doesn’t explain why you were hysterical earlier” Dick’s fingers flex, reflexively tightening in your shirt, he dips his head so his hair falls in his face and mumbles something, “What was that?”

“I thought you’d hate me”

“Richard Wayne-Grayson, look at me” Dick’s head snaps up at the use of his full name, “When have I ever done something like that?”

“You haven’t, but -”

“But nothing! I have always been about equality, you know that! I have never cared who any of you have loved as long as they make you happy! Shit, you could tell me that you were going to marry a rose bush and I would just tell you to watch out for thorns! Dick,” You gently cup his cheeks in your hand, “I love you, I will always love you because you are my son. This is your life, darling, and I have only ever wanted you to be happy in it. Now, I need you answer a few questions for me”

Dick’s eyes are wide, “O-Okay”

“Does being with Wally make you happy?”

“Yes”

“Does Wally treat you right?”

“Of course”

You let out a soft breath, “Good, if that changes I’ll cut off his legs, without his legs he won’t be much of a speedster, will he?”

“Mom!”

“You’re my baby, it’s my job to protect you. Just wait until your siblings hear about this, their threats will probably be worse”

“Oh god! I didn’t even think about that!”

The two of you look up when you hear the front door slam open, the sound of several pairs of boots being taken off makes you smile, “MOM! HAVE YOU SEEN DICK!?!?” Jason voice seems to echo through the Manor, “WE NEED TO TALK TO HIM ABOUT SOMETHING!!!”

Quickly wiping the tear tracks from his face you hand your oldest son a tissue, “You had better clean yourself up, bluebird. If your siblings see you crying they are going to blame Wally, and then it’ll be a full-on witch-hunt”

“Hide me!”

“Nope, you have to talk to your younger siblings, and then you’ll have to talk to your father”

“NO!!! This is like some form of torture! You can’t torture your own child!”

The door to the study bangs open and in pour the rest of your children Cassandra, Jason, Stephanie, Tim, Damian, Duke, and last but not least Barbra. Jason is he first to speak up, “Alright, Dickie, it looks like you have some explaining to do”

Your oldest son turns big pleading blue eyes on you one last time, “Please, mom”

But Cassandra quickly steps forward and takes her brothers arm, “Come, brother, explain”

Unable to deny Cass anything, Dick lets out a resigned sigh and stands up, “Fine, but I’m hungry so we’re doing this over breakfast”

Steph grins, “I was hoping you’d say that! I can’t wait to have an Alfred cooked meal!”

Once all of the kids file out, giving you either a quick hug or a kiss on the cheek in greeting, Alfred appears in the doorway, “Is there anything I can get for you, Miss Y/N, before I am preoccupied with the children?”

“No, Alfie, I’m actually about to go upstairs and wake Bruce up to talk to him. You go enjoy the company of your grandchildren”

Alfred smiles, “It has been such a long time since everyone has been under the same roof”

Squeezing Alfred’s hands as you pass, you call over your shoulder, “I hope you made enough food, those kids looked hungry”

“I always make enough food, Miss. Do try not to insult me in such a way”

Your laughter echoes down the hall, blending in with the sounds of your children all eating and talking over each other. Spotting Dick’s smiling face as you make your way past the dining room, you can’t help but be relieved. Dick realizing that his family loves him no matter what is exactly what your oldest son needed. Now, if only you can convince Bruce that Dick dating Wally is a good thing your day will go a lot smoother.

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The Robins x reader w/ low body positivity

  a/n: I did some like scenarios (I guess that’s what you would call it idk) of the robins because one of my friends was feeling a bit down about his body(yes, I’m saying that males get self conscious of their bodies too which so many people have the misconception that they don’t) and I decided to make some robin scenarios for anybody else out there who was feeling a bit down about their bodies and I want all of you to know that you are beautiful just the way you are.  (I know some parts were longer than others and I’m sorry but I hope they’re all equally lovable.)

(side note: I didn’t do Stephanie Brown even though she was a robin at one point because most people know her more as batgirl rather than robin and also the fact that she wasn’t even really robin for that long of a time so I decided to not put her in this but if someone wants me to do her I’d be glad to do it.)

(another fucking side note:  This post is quite long and I’m so sorry but it’s because I added all the robins.  Sorry again, if its like so long and annoying.  It’s just easier for me to upload it all at one time but I’ll post them separately if it’s more convenient for others.)

Dick Grayson

You were standing in the mirror getting ready for a night out with your friends as a pair of arms wrapped around your waist.  Before you could stop yourself the words, “Do I look fat?” slipped out of your mouth.  Dick’s arms slacked a little as he looked into the mirror at your face.  “What?” he asked with a slightly amused look.  “Never mind.  Forget what I said. It doesn’t matter.”  “No no no.  It does matter.  Why would you think that?”  He grabbed your wrist and turned you around saying, “You look gorgeous.  And besides you’re the sweetest, hottest person I’ve met, (y/n).”  Then, he proceeded to press kisses along your jawline.  You felt your cheeks burn a bright red as he looked into your eyes sweetly and said, “You know we can do other fun things here, rather going out today.” “No, I made a reservation, Dick.  But maybe, afterwards we can have a little dessert.” you said seductively while walking out the room.  *later after dinner*  “This isn’t the type of dessert I thought you were, (y/n).” you heard Dick whine for the 2nd time.  “It’s not my fault you have a naughty mind.” You said while slowly licking your spoon to free it of the rest of your ice cream.  Dick rolled his eyes as he tried to make a move on you for the 4th time while running his hands up your thighs and whispering your name into your ear softly.  You guys did have a fun night though after dessert *wink wink*

Jason Todd

You were running your hands up and down your body tracing your self conscious spots.  Jason came out in his swimming trunks and grabbed the bag that you had pre-packed from last night.  “Come on, (y/n).  We have to start going.  I wanna kick Dick’s butt at volleyball when we get to the beach.”  You smiled softly as you nodded and grabbed your sandals and a cover up.  “Is Alfred picking us up?”  “Yup, Bruce told me that they should be arriving here in about 5 minutes.”  Jason pressed a kiss to your cheek and he placed his free hand on your ass.  *at the beach*  “You sure you don’t wanna take that off and go for a swim or join us in volleyball?”  Jason asked you for the millionth time.  “No, I’m fine.”  You whispered as you looked around at the girls who had joined the family’s game of volleyball.  “At least take off that cover up.  You look like you’re burning.”  Jason’s voice started to change into a sound of worry and slight irritation at your stubbornness.  You shook your head while sighing and crossed your arms like a child who was rebelling.  Jason took a seat next to you and pulled your cover up off and started putting more sunscreen on you.  “Okay, if you don’t wanna play I’ll leave you alone but if this is because you feel self conscious then I’ll keep bugging you till the day ends.”  he said while puffing out a deep breath.  “You look great, y/n.”  He said before letting out a frustrated sigh and started again, “I suck at this.  I just want you to know that you’re hot, y/n.  Especially, at night when we play rumble.” he chuckled softly at your red face and kissed your collarbone then he got up to go play volleyball again.  “Hey,  I’m back guys.” he yelled out cheerfully as he hit a ball out of his face and towards Tim’s face.  You smiled at him and looked around as you thought “How did I get so lucky with a dumbass like him?”  Then, you went out onto the sand as a ball flew past your face by inches.  “Oh, it’s on, Drake.”

Tim Drake

Tim was typing away on his computer as you read over his shoulder.  “Is it an essay?”  “Yeah,  it has to be 5 pages.” he said without even looking up at you.  You smiled at the way that his eyebrows furrowed when he was concentrating, and the frustrated look that came upon his face when he was trying to think of a good word to use.  You left the room quietly and went to the kitchen to make Tim and yourself some food.  You fixed (y/f/f) and placed it on a plate.  You walked back into the room and placed the food in front of Tim.  “You should take a little rest, Tim.”  He smiled up into your (e/c) and then he kissed your wrist.  You watched him eat and just picked at your own food and took small bites.  “Are you not hungry?” “Uhhh. No not really.”  He looked into your eyes as he tried to see if you were telling the truth. You met his eyes as he looked away.  “You always (n/h) when you’re lying or nervous.  Also, you think I haven’t noticed that you pick at your food a lot lately.”  You laughed and said, “Of course.  I wouldn’t be able to fool one of the best detectives.”  He smiled softly and kissed the space between your lips and jaw.  “You’re perfect to me, y/n.  I….um...I”  Tim looked at you and stroked him thumb on your hand.  “Tim?” you asked getting concerned.  “I love you, y/n.  Why would you think that you’re not pretty or whatever.”  You smiled as he took another bite of the food and you kissed his forehead as you said, “This is why I love you.  You adorkable twat.”  Tim rolled his eyes slightly as he pinched your cheeks.  “I’m gonna go back to my paper.”  

Carrie Kelley

(side note:  I don’t really know that much about Carrie’s character so if I suck ass on this one, I’m sorry.  Also, this is like the millionth side note.)

You walked past Carrie as she was packing for a small camping trip that she was having at one of her friend’s backyards.  “Hey, do you know where my shirt is?  You know the one that has a whole bunch of holes in it but I still wear it.” You yelled in the direction where she was.  “Uhhhh.  I don’t think so.  Maybe you left it in the laundry?” she yelled back. “Why are you looking for it?”  You walked into the doorway of her room and said, “I was gonna wear it to go workout.  Or at least look like I went working out.”  She laughed slightly at your statement.  “I wish I was more like you, Carrie.” you said, “You’re cute, fit, and….just everything.”  Carrie looked up at you in surprise and laughed a little. “You’re perfect too, y/n”  She started to stand up and grabbed both of you wrists.  “You’re cute, pretty, awesome, great, and so much more that even I can’t name them all.”  You smiled at her comment as she pulled hair out of your face.  “Thanks.  I don’t know what I’d do without you.”  “Nothing.  Absolutely nothing because we’re like puzzles.  Without us together nothing will be right because we won’t make the picture.  I love you and you should know that.  You’re gorgeous.”  Your face started to light up like a red stoplight and you stroked her cheek in appreciation as you pulled her into a soft kiss.  

Damian Wayne

(side side note:  so, (b/f) means best friend and (l/f/t) means least favorite teacher.  (e/c) means eye color.

You came back from the day's class and walked into the apartment that you shared with your (b/f).  “Hey, babe.”  your friend called out to you as she pulled you into a one sided hug.  “Hey.”  You proceeded to drag yourself to your room in a tired feat.  “God, I hate (l/f/t). He always gives a pile of homework that isn’t even related to the actual class.”  You started taking your clothes off and sighed as the air passed your skin in a slight breeze. “Is that so?  Is the teacher doing his job correctly?”  you heard a voice come out from inside your closet.  Your whole body froze with goosebumps as you grabbed your sandal from the ground.  “Who the hell are you?”  you questioned as you pulled open the door and got into a defensive stance.  Your boyfriend Damian Wayne pulled you into a hug as he spinned(a/n: is spinned even correct.  IDK anymore at this point. I’m tired) you around and dipped you.  “Really?  A sandal.  Now, I know you can do better than that, y/n.”  He let out a soft chuckle as you struggled slightly and sat on the edge of your slightly messy bed.  Damian’s face went red as he noticed your half naked state and looked away.  “Put some clothes on.”  You looked down at your bare skin and grabbed a random shirt on the ground in embarrassment.  “You ready to head out, my love?”  Damian asked from outside the room.  You looked at your outfit one last time before stepping out the door.  *at fancy restaurant*  Your (b/f) was laughing with their s/o as you and Damian slipped into your own conversation.  Damian’s gaze looked past yours towards a blonde girl in the back of the room.  She was tall, skinny with perfect skin.  She kept winking and making smoochy faces at Damian.  Damian’s hand moved to your thigh and he smiled at you.  “Isn’t she pretty?”  you asked looking at the thigh that Damian’s hand was resting on.  “Huh?”  Damian looked down at your (e/c) eyes and stroked your hair.  “See.  You can’t even answer, Damian.”  “No.  It’s just that it’s so startling that you would think that.  You’re beautiful.  At least better than her I mean she’s making moves on me who is clearly taken by a beautiful beast like you.  You make me feel more attached to life, my love.”  He pulled your lips to his in a gentle gesture as your (b/f) suddenly burst out laughing and said, “Suck the food not each other’s faces guys.  At least wait till we’re home you two.”  You pulled your quickly reddening face away from Damian’s.  *later that night*  You and Damian just sat in you room and watched movies that you liked in a peaceful silence that couldn’t be anymore perfect than you imagined.

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