#robin imagines

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i’ll never love a boy the way i love the ocean | robin buckley x gn!reader

description: you’re in love with your bestfriend and her ocean blue eyes

warnings: swearing, like a little angsty, implied era-typical homophobia (barely)

a/n: i’m literally in love with the song to love a boy by maya hawke so this only seemed appropriate :)

won’t let me link it but just youtube it if ur interested

Robin has blue eyes, the colour of the ocean.

Perhaps it’s not something you’re supposed to notice about your best friend. It’s the sort of observations meant for lovers, for poetry and music.

But Robin's eyes are the colour of the ocean, the kind poets write of getting lost in, and sometimes, it feels like you‘be been drowning in them for years.

Today the setting sun hits them in a way that makes them lighter, and the first you notice is whilst you’re walking together from the movie theatre, whilst she’s rambling on about the film you watched together.

“I mean, next time I’m choosing the film, (y/n).” Robin says, “You’re my best friend but god, you need a movie education.”

You manage an uncommitted hum, busy fighting off the butterflies that are making you feel queasy, trying to ignore the way her hand grazes your own by your side as you walk, each time making you feel almost dizzy.

Ocean eyes, freckles, warm hands…

You can’t pinpoint the moment those features meant so much to you, when you began to catalogue them, to adore them. Sometimes, you can’t imagine a time where they didn’t mesmerise you.

“I mean, it was cheesy in the worst way.”

Robin’s hands lift from her sides with an dramatising hand action that makes a small smile climb to your cheeks, eyes dropping sheepishly to the ground.

“I know.”

Robin laughs and your brows pull into a sort of pained expression, smile faltering and chest tightening.

Eyes, freckles, hands, laughter.

It’s never been a startling realisation, one that brings with it the relief of understanding. You would prefer that, one big, eye opening moment that you could find somewhere to put afterwards, somewhere to store in the far corner of your brain and move on from.

But the realisation that you have fallen in love with your best friend is one that gnaws away at you, the kind that only solidifies with time and becomes entirely too much to store anywhere but everywhere, in every glance and every smile.

And it all started with those ocean eyes.

On days like today, it’s entirely too much, and you can’t help but wonder if you’ll ever love a boy as much as you love those eyes.

And the thought makes you queasy.

“Oh, hey,” Robin begins, frown audible in her gentle, raspy voice, “I’m just joking, (y/n/n). You can choose the next film, I don’t mind- you know I’m just not one for rom-coms-“

You laugh, horrified when it leaves your lips just a little broken. Robin stills by your side, brows creasing with concern, one hand reaching out to pull you to a stop with her.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

When you look up, her eyes are wide, and you can see specs of green in her irises, lips parting wordlessly. Her head tilts a little, curiously, and you realise that you’ve been well and truly caught.

“Do you ever think of who you’ll fall in love with?”

Robin brows lift in surprise, smirk finding her lips, readied with a joke when she spots the solemn expression still etched on your face.

“I-“ She says, smile dropping, “I guess… Why? You’re kind of worrying me here, (y/n).”

“I think I love someone,” You admit, voice quiet despite the courage it’s taken to produce it at all suddenly. “I know that I love them, actually.”

Something twitches on Robin's face, something oddly like disappointment, and her hand pulls back from your own slowly, inviting the cold to prick your skin.

“Oh.” She smiles half heartedly. “And who is the lucky guy?”

You gives her a long contemplative look, anxiety stirring in your chest. Biting your lip, you inhale shakily through your nose.

“What- what if it’s not a guy, Robin?”

In the new silence, you can hear Robin’s breath catch with realisation. Her blue eyes meet yours, wide and knowing, and for the first time, your scared to look into them, scared of what you’ll find.

“You’re in love with… a girl?” Robin clarifies tentatively.

You nod, eyes trained at the scuff marks on your shoes. The silence that settles between you both is so intense it makes you feel dizzy.

“Well, is she a nice girl?” Robin asks, sounding slightly strained, “I can only assume she likes the same crappy movies as you, but I’m sure she’s got redeemable qualities too.”

You laugh, a startled sound as you look up in surprise of her acceptance. She smiles at you, a little forced, but it’s enough to still the panic that was slowly bubbling in your chest.

“She hates my taste in movies.” You admit.

“A woman of taste.”

You know Robin well, so well acquainted with her face that you can see the hurt in the crease between her brows, the subtle disappointment.

You might go as far as to say jealousy.

This realisation is the big, eye opening moment. It brings a jolt of hope right into your chest that seeps outwards like an electric current, until the buzz reaches your finger tips.

“She has the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.”

It’s escaped from you lips before you can even consider the consequences, and the crease between Robin’s brows deepens, forced smile faltering just a little.

“I’m happy for you.”

The lie only spurs you on, and you reach out for her hands, smiling softly at the familiar warm touch. You find yourself fidgeting with a ring on her index finger.

“(y/n)?”

She glances down at your joined hands, and when look up, she’s already staring at you with parted lips, and there’s a red colour climbing her neck that confirms your newest suspicions.

“Did you know your eyes are the same colour as the ocean?” You ask, smiling nervously. “Blue but with this little hint of green… they’re gorgeous, Robin.”

Robins hands tense in your own, and that crease in her brows softens, breath trembling as it leave her lips. You hold her eyes with more confidence than you ever thought possible.

“It’s me.”

“It’s you.”

Robin stands frozen, and for a moment, your new confidence dwindles, and you worry you’ve been swept away in the hope of it all, and the colour of her eyes.

Then, she’s pulling her hands from yours and before you can panic, plan your excuses, their cupping your cheeks, the pads of her thumbs grazing your cheeks softly.

“It’s me.” She repeats, smiling, “Holy shit, it’s me.”

Her eloquence causes almost makes you laugh, but you’re struggling to tell whether it’s in excitement or humiliating humour. Her grin widens, and she lets out a disbelieving laugh.

“Holy shit.” She repeats.

“I’m going to have to ask you to stop swearing at my confession, thanks.”

“Sorry,” She beams, “But I just-“

“Holy shit,” You say, “I know.”

She shakes her head, gently running her thumbs across your cheek bone. She turns only to glance around then empty street before returning, tongue darting across her lips nervously.

Suddenly you feel like putty in her hands.

“Are you going to kiss me?” You realise, smile twitching at your lips.

“If you let me.”

You’re nodding as you tug her closer, hand wrapped around the fabric of her shirt. She draws your face closer with her hands and when you kiss, everything falls into place.

Her lips are just slightly chapped, but they move gently, perfectly, with your own. In all your wildest daydreams, you’d never allow yourself to imagine this, and you chase her lips as she pulls back , small sound of complaint escaping you in a sharp sigh.

“Oh, don’t worry.” She grins, “I intend to kiss you for hours sometime”

“Oh?”

“It gives me something to do during your crappy film choices-“

You step back with a roll of your eyes, but she catches you with an arm around her waist, grinning gleefully.

“I love you too.” She says softly.

And you soften against her, balancing yourself on her shoulder, and she gives you a look of utter enchantment. You wonder how you’ve never noticed it before, all that love in those ocean eyes.

“Holy shit.” You exhale, smiling.

She rolls her eyes, unravelling herself from your waist as you laugh. When she grabs your hand, she guides it into her pocket, and through a grin, you almost point out what a terrible rom-com cliche she’s entertaining.

“Let’s go.”

“Where?”

“To the video store, so we can rent as many shitty rom-coms as Steve will let us, and I can kiss you, for hours.”

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[dc-and-arfrona]

Puppy Love

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Dick Grayson x GN!Reader

Type: Fluff

Word Count: 1.1k+

Masterlist

Summary: How does he try to convice yo uto let him keep a puppy?

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The Gotham night was alive with the usual chaos, but amidst the darkness, Nightwing stumbled upon a glimmer of unexpected joy. There, nestled in a cardboard box near a quiet alley, was a tiny, wiggling bundle of fur—a puppy.

Unable to resist its adorable face and wagging tail, he scooped up the little pup, his heart instantly captured by its innocence. As he cradled the puppy in his arms, Nightwing couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement mixed with worry. How was he going to convince his beloved partner to let him keep this little troublemaker?

The puppy, oblivious to his inner turmoil, nuzzled against his chest, its big eyes filled with trust. With a determined smile, Nightwing made his way back to their shared home, the puppy nestled safely in his jacket.

As he approached, a sly grin tugged at the corners of his lips. He had a plan—a series of silly and endearing tactics to convince his beloved partner that this puppy was meant to be a part of their lives.

Entering the room, Nightwing made sure the puppy was hidden from view, hoping to unveil the surprise at just the right moment. With a casual tone, he leaned against the doorway, feigning nonchalance.

"Hey, I've been thinking," he started, his voice laced with faux indifference. "Wouldn't it be nice to have someone to keep us company? Someone small, cuddly, and full of endless love?"

His partner glanced up from their book, curiosity evident in their eyes. "What are you getting at, Nightwing?" they asked, a playful glimmer in their gaze.

He cleared his throat, playing up the drama. "Well, during my patrols, I may have come across a small, helpless creature," he continued, feigning innocence. "And, you know, I couldn't just leave it there. It needed our help."

As if on cue, he carefully revealed the puppy, cradling it in his hands. The little furball peeked out, wagging its tail furiously, as if fully aware of the grand performance unfolding.

His partner's eyes widened in surprise, a smile tugging at their lips. "Nightwing, is that a puppy?" they exclaimed, unable to resist the adorable sight before them.

He nodded enthusiastically, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yes! And just look at those puppy eyes. Can you imagine a life without this fluffy ball of joy? We could be a duo—partners in crime-fighting, with the puppy as our secret weapon of cuteness."

The puppy squirmed, eager to explore its newfound surroundings. It pounced on its own tiny tail, providing a playful distraction as Nightwing continued his persuasive endeavor.

"And think of all the benefits!" he exclaimed, enumerating them with exaggerated enthusiasm. "Late-night cuddles, a loyal sidekick who can keep us company during stakeouts, and guaranteed smiles every time we come home."

His partner's resistance began to crumble, their eyes softened by the puppy's antics. "I have to admit, Nightwing, it's hard to resist that adorable face," they confessed, laughter lacing their voice.

Seizing the opportunity, he stepped closer, carefully placing the puppy in their arms. Its tiny paws fumbled for balance, finding solace and comfort in their embrace.

"It's settled then," he said, a note of triumph in his voice. "We'll give this little furball a loving home, where it can grow up alongside us, reminding us of the joys and wonders of life."

As the puppy nestled against their chest, his partner looked at him with a mixture of love and amusement. "You sure know how to win me over, Nightwing," they teased, unable to resist the magic of the moment.

He grinned, feeling a sense of triumph and contentment. "It's all part of the Nightwing charm," he replied, his voice filled with affection. "But really, it's the puppy's charm that did most of the work."

And so, with a wagging tail and a heart filled with newfound love, the dynamic duo embarked on a journey of adventures, mischief, and a bond that would only grow stronger with each passing day.

The sun beamed down upon the city, casting a golden glow over the park as Nightwing and his beloved partner set up their picnic blanket. The air was filled with anticipation and the chirping of birds, creating the perfect backdrop for a day of love and laughter.

As they settled down, the puppy scampered around, chasing its tail with unrestrained joy. Nightwing watched, a wide smile gracing his lips, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude for this precious moment.

"I'm so glad we decided to do this," Nightwing said, his voice laced with affection. "Spending quality time together like this—it's just perfect."

His partner's eyes sparkled with happiness, their gaze reflecting the love that blossomed between them. "I couldn't agree more," they replied, reaching out to gently stroke the puppy's fur. "And having this little one with us makes it even more special."

Nightwing's heart swelled with warmth as he watched their interaction. It was in this very moment that he knew he had to express the depths of his emotions, to let his partner know just how much they meant to him.

Leaning in closer, he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness, "You know, moments like this make me realize how lucky I am to have you in my life. It feels... like a family."

His partner's eyes widened, a soft gasp escaping their lips. They met his gaze, their expression a beautiful blend of surprise, joy, and love.

"Nightwing," they whispered, their voice barely above a breath, "that's one of the sweetest things you've ever said."

He reached out to take their hand, his touch gentle and reassuring. "It's the truth," he said, sincerity resonating in every word. "With you and this little ball of energy by our side, it feels like we've created something truly special—a family filled with love, laughter, and endless adventures."

Tears glistened in their eyes, reflecting the depth of their emotions. They squeezed his hand, their voice trembling with overwhelming affection. "I feel the same way, Nightwing. You and our little furry friend... you both complete my heart."

In that shared moment, amidst the idyllic setting and the presence of their adorable new addition, their connection deepened. It was as if their souls had found a home, and their love had grown roots that would flourish for years to come.

As the day unfolded, they enjoyed their picnic feast, savoring not only the delicious food but also the company they cherished. Laughter filled the air, intermingled with tender gazes and affectionate gestures.

And as the sun began its descent, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, Nightwing couldn't help but reflect on the beauty of their journey. They had come together, forming a bond that was unbreakable, and now, they had taken another step towards building a future as a family.

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[mangekyuou]

Hey there, I hope you’re having a nice day. I’ve had this idea for a while, and I think you would do great with it. Just let me know if it is too much. I tend to ramble a lot when I think of an idea I really like. So this starts when Robin starts her search for clues on Sky Island in Jaya. While searching, she notices she’s being followed by a cloaked figure. She then leads her pursuer into an alleyway and uses her devil fruit to subdue them, but before she can knock them out, the person shouts "Oi Bin-Bin, calm down!" She freezes there was only one person who had called her that before she pulls back their hood in disbelief only to reveal (Male reader childhood friend) who was the only person to accept her on Ohara besides the scholars she’s shocked and nearing hysterics asks how they’re still alive he then explains how his parents had a bad feeling about the evacuation ship and had him wait in a small boat and to flee if anything happened to the ship he wanted to get her but his parents said it was to late and that she was most likely already on the evacuation ship after fleeing to a different island and grieving his parents and friend he heard about her in the fake news the government put out and while he wanted to go out and find her right away he knew he would probably make running away from the government harder with how weak he was so he spent 10 long years training himself up as a capable fighter and becoming a bounty hunter to hopefully get information on her whereabouts. He was searching for without any progress for a long while until by chance spotting her on Jaya he was tailing her just to confirm his suspicions but immediately knew when she used her devil fruit on him after the both of them calm down he asks her what she is doing on Jaya and after hearing her story happily offers his aid to her and the straw hats. Again I just have to say sorry for how long this is. It’s been bouncing around in my head for a while, and I do understand if you can’t do it since it’s very specific, long, and probably pushing the boundaries of a reader fic a bit. Just get back to me when you can, and thanks for your time. This is also my first time requesting something like this, so hopefully I didn't screw up too badly again thanks :)

ALWAYS FOREVeR+ / ☻

☻  /  pairing . . .  m!reader x nico robin.

☻  /  type of love . . .  platonic(?).

☻  /  synopsis . . .  robin can’t shake the feeling she is being watched. when she corners her pursuer, she is in disbelief to see the person watching from the shadows is ( y/n ), her childhood friend who she believed was gone with the legend of ohara.

☻  /  content warnings . . .  brief mentions of death and violence. overall just spoilers of robin’s backstory. reader cussing too much lol.

☻  /  commentary . . .  NEVER apologize for sending me hyper specific (is that the word for it) rqs !! i actually love them !! and i especially loved this one !! i kinda changed small things i think, but overall i wanted to keep your really amazing idea in tact. thank you so much !!

The atmosphere in the bar was oddly comforting. There were only so few customers and not a pirate in sight which was odd due to the town they were in. The sound of smooth jazz music played from a small band of three stationed on a small stage in the corner of the bar. It was barely big enough to fit the three of them.

The bar was located just on the outskirts of Mock Town, a pirate’s play place! Yet there was only one pirate in the place. Rather than making a muck out of the place as most pirates tended to do in this town, she sat at the bar nursing a bruise on the side of a man’s face.

“I am once again deeply sorry. I thought you were someone else,” Robin apologized, holding a pack of ice wrapped in a towel to the man’s cheek.

“I should be the one apologizing for sneaking up on you like that,” The man had put forth an apology of his own, smiling through the stinging he could still feel from his cheek, “Didn’t expect to get smacked into next week though.” He laughed a bit. Seeing him still so happy, he was still the same as when they were kids.

The Strawhats had landed on the island of Jaya. Separating from the group, Robin had gone her own way in search of clues that could lead to more information about Sky Island.

However, from the moment she stepped off of the Going Merry, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched. But from what she could see, there was no one around. But the feeling never went away, rather it intensified as she traveled further in Mock Town.

This time, she had caught a glimpse of her pursuer, a cloaked figure who was obviously skilled in this but having the government pursuing her for years at this point, she was even more so.

Robin lead the cloaked figure down an alleyway. Upon seeing them out of the corner of her eye, she wasted no time crossing her arms. Stray hands had appeared out of nothing, holding the figure in place at the entrance of the alleyway before another hand appeared to smack the figure.

“Who are―”

“Oi Bin-Bin, calm down!”

The nickname made her freeze. She pulled back to the hood of the cloak onto the shoulders of her pursuer, revealing his face and stinging red cheek to her. The hardened look in her eyes was replaced by a look of disbelief.

“( y/n )?!”

“I mean, I think so.”

She uncrossed her arms, the limbs disappearing into flower petals, releasing the now-uncloaked figure, Robin’s childhood friend, ( y/n ).

Before the man got a chance to even explain himself, he was met with her sudden yet warm and loving embrace. He felt her wrap her arms so tightly around him, that she buried her face into his shoulder. She needed to feel that he was real, that he was truly there with her...that he wasn’t dead like she believed for all these years.

He was real. He was alive and well. He was truly there.

He returned her embrace, feeling just as she did. They were reunited at last.

( y/n ) lead Robin to the very bar they were currently in, letting her in on the secret of it being his temporary hideout while he was on Jaya. He told her of the deal he sprung up with the owner. In exchange for using the bar as a hideout, he’d catch any pirates giving him trouble.

“I’m a bounty hunter these days. I try to keep my cover under wraps to not scare any potential targets, you know?” He explained.

Robin removed the ice pack and placed it on the bar in front of them. It was almost as if he knew what she was thinking. He turned on his stool to face the bar. He raised a hand to grab the bartender’s attention for another drink.

The bartender passed down another glass of his usual, sliding it right into his hand. Though before he could take a drink, he stared at the drink for a bit and continued, “I have no plans of turning you over. That would be going against my entire goal of becoming a bounty hunter in the first place.”

“Your goal?” She repeated.

“I became a bounty hunter to find you, Robin,” He admitted.

“Why...why would you do that?”

“Because I didn’t want to be a burden to you. When I saw your wanted poster, I was filled with so much rage. And there wasn’t a damn thing I could do it because I was just some little kid. I wanted to find you, to...to be with you but I knew I’d just make it harder because I was so weak,” He admitted before taking a large gulp of his drink. He went on, “So I trained. I trained to be stronger so I wouldn’t be a burden to you. So I could hold my weight and not put you in any more danger. So I could protect you the best way I knew how.”

He took another large gulp of his drink. As the cold liquid went down, he realized just how cliché he sounded, “Wow, I practiced this speech for years for this very moment when I finally got to see you again. And they still come out weird, huh?”

Robin shook her head, “No, they’re not weird. They’re really sweet. All this time you were training and looking for me. And I thought...I thought you were...how are you still alive?”

She noticed his face drop for a brief moment, before he put on his usual grin again, “My parents were suspicious of the evacuation ship, rightfully so. My old man said it felt off. We made plans to evacuate ourselves, but I was the only one who made it out. I don’t know what happened to my parents, but I like to think they’re happy that I made it out alive.”

“( y/n )...I’m so sorry.”

“My pain doesn’t even begin to compare to yours. If anyone should be sorry, it should be me. I just I could have been there to―” She could feel just how heated he was thinking about everything she had gone through at the hands of the world government and the marines.

In only a matter of seconds he had gone from the joyous soul she remembered him being through their childhood to a seething mess ready to explode at anyone. It was a side of him she had never seen, imagining he had picked up such anger over the years after the tragedy that separated them both.

She placed her soft hand on top of his. The man’s face had completely softened at her touch. His anger seemed to melt away at her touch. Despite it all, she was here now, sitting next to him.

“You’re here now.” It was all she needed to say. It was what he dreamed of her saying for years. And to finally hear her say it, he couldn’t stop the tears welling in his eyes. Though he tried to play it off as best as he could, “It’s dusty as hell in here! Some just fell into my eyes!”

It was squeaky clean in here. Not a dust particle in sight. She knew he was crying, “No matter how old you get you’ll still pretend like you don’t cry, huh?”

“Sorry, Bin-Bin, but I don’t cry,” As he’s trying to wipe to tears from his eyes and trying to hold in a sniffle. She laughed, “They would love you.”

“They?”

“My crew. They’re a bit rowdy and disorganized, but they’re good people. You’d fit right in,” She mentioned, “We’re actually here trying to find a way to get up to Sky Island. But I have yet to find any leads.”

He tilted his head, “Sky Island? Doubt anybody in town would even seriously look you guys in the eye if you mentioned that. Maybe that Cricket guy who lives on the other side of the island could tell you something.”

“Do you know him?”

“Wouldn’t say I know the bastard, just have had the ‘pleasure’ to meeting him and his goons after they thought I was after their gold or something. Not a fun time, three on one is not at all a fair fight.”

Robin pondered on the idea for a moment, “Do you think you could show us the way. Don’t worry, I’ll protect you this time.”

“Are you asking me to join you and your friends?”

“If you want to, of course. I know you have a job to take care of around here,” She made note of, “Besides, we still have a lot of time to make up for, don’t we?”

He grinned. "We do. And I plan on making up for every second...ouch." He could feel his cheek stinging. She picked up the ice pack again, gently placing it on his cheek, "On it."

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[thepurplebutterflythings]

Kitty Cat & Tweety Bird (Part 14) - Jason Todd

Gif: Oliverbruce3 on Tenor

Word Count: 2.2K

Paring: Jason Todd (Titans) x (f)Reader

Summary: Y/N Wayne makes her first public appearance at the Gala that Bruce Wayne had planned in her honour

Warnings: N/A

A/N: This is a little series I am doing about Jason Todd in Titans. I don’t know Comic!Jason very well so I’m taking all of this from the show, and at the moment he hasn’t been in very often, so please forgive any mischaracterizations.

A/N: A special thank you to @marveling-avengers for the recommendation of ‘How Can We Be Lovers’ by Michael Bolton for the karaoke song for Jason Todd.

Tagging: @bella-0104-123 @ninergirl1d @httpfandxms @rosybrock @attackonnat @reclusive-chicken-nugget   @demoiselle-en-detresse00 @young-psychos @thesleepykaijuu @thescottpack @nightlygiggles @rougestorms @sinon36

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Y/N nibbled on her lip as Harley and Ivy ushered Jason out of the house. He was to get ready at Dick’s hotel room. There was no chance that he would be allowed to see Y/N in her dress before the Gala. Lord knows what her mother and Harley and Ivy would be like when Y/N and Jason decided to tie the knot. She could only imagine. Bruce was already in his suit and made to wait in the living room as Selina, Harley and Ivy helped Y/N into her dress, did her makeup and hair, and put her jewellery on. Harley and Ivy had already left the Manor to arrive at the Gala, leaving Y/N with Selina and Bruce.

With shaking fingers, Y/N put the pearl earrings that Jason bought her in and then smoothed the non-existent creases from her dress.

“You look stunning,” Selina said as she squeezed her daughter’s shoulders, “absolutely breath-taking.”

Selina herself wore a sleek fitted dress made of black satin with a gold chain back with simple, elegant gold jewellery. Her hair was loose and framing her face. Selina Kyle had a nearly twenty-year-old daughter and still looked as though she hadn’t aged a day since her daughter was conceived on that rooftop. Y/N and Selina could have been and had been, mistaken for sisters.

“Mum,” Y/N blushed, turning around and hugging her mother.

“Careful,” Selina chuckled, “don’t want to ruin your beautiful gown now, do we?”

“You look… just, wow!” Y/N said to her mother. Selina smiled modestly as she slides her hair behind her ear.

“Thank you, kitten,” Selina pressed a kiss on her daughter’s forehead then wiped the lipstick stain from her skin, “now, come on, let’s go and see your father.”

Selina took Y/N’s hand they led her slowly down the stairs to make sure that neither of them tripped and fell. As they reached the final steps, Bruce stood there waiting. He held his hand out to help Selina and then his daughter.

“Stunning,” Bruce told them, “the pair of you.”

“Bruce, you sweet talker, you!” Selina chuckled, fondly patting his cheek.

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As the car which Y/N and her parents were in pulled up, she looked out of the window to see Jason and Dick waiting at the entrance. The press weren’t outside, like one might expect, but were waiting inside patiently, waiting to see what they had been rounded up into the Gotham Ballroom for. Jason smiled as he recognised the car, pulling up. He quickly came down the steps and opened the door the moment the car stopped.

Jason gasped as Y/N took his hand to help her step out. They stepped to the side as Bruce and Selina stepped out. Jason looked at Y/N’s dress; a black dress with red lace patterned elegantly over it and a v neck with long sleeves. The lace was printed heavily on the upper half, very little black fabric showing, including on the sleeves, while scattered elegantly over the lower half. The lower half was netted, showing her legs from the lower thigh down, her upper thigh hidden by the underskirt of a body-con sewn into her dress. The edge of her net skirt was decorated with the red lace as well. The red lace, Y/N’s favourite part of the dress, was floral; leaves, roses, other unidentified flowers with her Aunty Ivy could recite from memory, but Y/N didn’t know. It was a beautiful gown fitted to her body like a glove.

“Whoa, Kitty Cat,” said Jason, “just… wow, you look… wow!”

“Worth the wait?” Y/N chuckled teasingly as she remembered how he scolded after Ivy and Harley shushed him out of the house.

“Definitely,” he nodded.

“Look at you two,” Selina cooed, “all match-y and cute.”

Jason looked as though he should have been walking the red carpet for the MET Gala, stylishly looking to the left and right with one of those relaxed cool celebrities with those expensive real leather shoes, black and polished so well that they reflected the flashes of the cameras back to them as he effortlessly look good in every photograph taken of him. His suit was custom made to match Y/N’s dress. He wore a black satin suit with a floral pattern illustrated on the jacket and trousers. There was a plain black satin waistcoat underneath the jacket with a plain black button-up shirt. His black satin tie was printed with a red wildflower design and the handkerchief in the jacket pocket was also a black satin with a red embroidered edge. His outfit was, like Y/N, was fitted perfectly for him.

“Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy have good taste in fashion,” Jason chuckled as he kissed Y/N’s temple, wrapping an arm around her waist.

“Damn right they do,” Y/N grinned, “they’re style icons!”

“Come on,” Dick chuckled as he stood watching them all, “the press is waiting inside.”

“Are you ready?” Bruce asked Y/N, who took a deep breath, smiled and nodded, holding onto Jason’s hand.

“Ready.”

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The moment they walked into the ballroom; all eyes were on them. Y/N and Jason, arm in arm, and Bruce Wayne with Selina Kyle. Dick Grayson was going stag and everyone watched the group curiously.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” Bruce called out with a chuckle, “apologies for our late appearance, but who doesn’t like to make an entrance?”

The stuck-up people all chuckled lowly in a charming fashion with a playful shake of the head before returning to the conversations they were previously having. Y/N exhaled and looked to her father, who gave her a sympathetic smile, a smile which told Y/N ‘sorry but these events never get easier’. Y/N smiled back in understanding with a nod.

“Let’s get a drink,” Dick said to them all.

“Yes, please,” Y/N nodded exasperatedly as she and Jason started following Dick.

“We’ll be doing rounds,” Selina and Bruce said as they walked a separate direction to begin talking with the guests.

“You alright?” Jason asked Y/N, noticing her paled expression.

“God, this is overwhelming!”

“Hey, you’re doing great,” Jason said, wrapping an arm around her and kissing her forehead. “Everything will be fine.”

“Yeah,” Dick nodded, “these things don’t come up often, but you just need to learn how to handle them.”

“How’d you handle them?” Y/N asked as she shakily took a champagne flute off of a passing tray.

“Personally? I hung in the kitchens and ate,” Dick shrugged.

“I don’t think I’m going to have that luxury when people find out who I am,” she said as she faked a smile as the strangers eyed her curiously.

“Well, you’ll have me here to help,” Jason smiled.

“Thank god!” Y/N chuckled as she leaned into him as his arm draped itself around her shoulder. “These will be a lot more bearable with you.”

“Gawd, ya’ll are sickening,” Harley drawled as she suddenly appeared with Ivy. Harley was wearing a golden floor-length gown with a slit in the skirt. It was backless with a halter neckline and a bow on the lower back. Ivy wore a caped chiffon gown of a soft grass green that flowed with every step she took. Harley wrapped an arm around her spouse’s waist, pressing a big red kiss on Ivy’s cheek, causing Ivy to playfully scowl as she pulled a napkin off a table and dab it away so not to ruin her makeup.

“That’s the pot calling the kettle black, isn’t it?” Y/N teased as Harley rolled her eyes.

“How’s the elite of Gotham handling Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy making an appearance at a Wayne Gala?” Dick asked them.

“Well, I’d like to point out that the moment the staff saw me.” Ivy said, “They took out the floral centrepieces your father chose.”

“That’s not fair,” Y/N scowled, “let me talk to dad.”

“No, no,” Ivy shook her head, “if it makes them feel safe, let them have it. I don’t need plants to kill people if I wanted.”

“She’s incredible with a gun,” Harley bragged, “it’s so hot.”

“Kickass girlfriends are hot!” Jason lifted his glass slightly. Harley laughed and nodded, as did Ivy.

“I’ll drink to that,” Harley said as she clinked her glass with Jason’s own glass.

“So, sprout,” Ivy cooed, stroking Y/N’s hair fondly, “how are you finding your first Gala?”

“A bit uncomfortable at the moment,” she confessed in a whisper, “I feel everyone staring at me…”

“Hun, not to call you vain or anything, but I think it’s Ives and me they’re gawking at,” Harley gave her a sympathetic smile.

“Well, I think when the board of Wayne Enterprises realise I’m stealing the CEO position from them, I’ll be the one getting the stares…”

“Hey, you are a hard worker, determined and have a head for business,” Ivy assured her.

“Yeah,” Dick nodded, “you’d end up CEO even if you weren’t a Wayne.”

“Thanks,” Y/N smiled as she let out a shaky breath, “nice to know not everyone in this room is going to try and kill me.”

“You could take all these suits down with one hand tied behind your back,” Jason assured Y/N, rubbing her shoulder and chuckling. “Don’t worry.”

“Can’t help but feel nervous,” Y/N confessed.

“I get it,” Dick said, “trust me, I do. I’ve dealt with all these people had to be introduced – the only difference is I weren’t a threat to their want of CEO, so I can’t imagine what you’re going through right now.”

“Emotional hell!” Y/N sighed, “God, I’m practically shaking right now. I kinda wanna run out of here right now.”

“Whatever you need,” Jason placed his hands on her shoulders after brushing her hair from her eyes, “I’ll do. I’ll be there for you through all of this. Promise.” He travelled his hands down her arms to her hands, taking them in his own, rubbing his thumbs on the back of her hands. “Breathe, in and out, in and out.”

Y/N nodded as she followed his voice, breathing in and then out and then in and then out. Repeating it a few times, Y/N felt herself slowly starting to calm out. Looking into his eyes, Y/N smiled.

“Thank you, Jason,” she said, leaning in and kissing his cheek, right next to his lips. “What would I do without you?”

“Gawd, you make the notebook look bleak,” Harley rolled her eyes.

“Kitten,” Selina said as she and Bruce approached their daughter, “are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” she smiled, holding Jason’s hand, silently asking if Jason could come with her. Bruce and Selina smiled and nodded as Y/N turned to Jason, who kissed the back of her hand. “Let’s go.”

________________________________________________________________

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” Bruce said into the microphone on the stage. Selina, Y/N and Jason stood at the back of the stage watching as Jason held Y/N’s hand, “thank you all for coming out tonight. Now, I know that everyone except a select few know the reason behind this Gala, and so the rest of you are left wondering why you are here. Rightly so of course – Bruce Wayne is not the type of man to throw a party for the sake of it… well, anymore at least, I’m not in my twenties any longer.” The audience began laughing at Bruce’s joke in a low collective fashion to appease the Billionaire. “Now, as I said, I’m not a young man anymore, not like Mr Todd, or even Mr Grayson, who has been kind enough to come from Detroit for this evening, which I cannot thank him enough for this support. As of late, I have found myself wondering what is to happen to Wayne Enterprises when my time is up. Hopefully, I have a long, long life ahead of me, I plan to stick around for a long time at least – no need to take me off your Christmas card list yet, ladies and gentleman. But all joking aside, these past couple of months have been sobering for me, and I have come to learn so much about myself, and of those that I love and care about. The love of my life, Selina Kyle,” Bruce looked at Selina and smiled at her. Selina smiled and waved at Bruce. Certain members of the crowd seemed to be familiar with who she was, remembering her from Bruce’s youth, and aww’d at them, “and… my, well, mine and Selina’s incredible daughter, Y/N Wayne,” the audience started making a low murmuring noise, wondering if they had heard correctly – daughter? Did Bruce Wayne say daughter? Bruce Wayne has a daughter? A daughter with Selina Kyle?

Bruce nodded for Y/N to come to the front with Selina, gesturing to her to speak into the microphone. Jason squeezed Y/N’s hand in support before letting go and stepping back as Y/N walked with her mother to the front of the stage. Y/N smiled at her father before leaning into the microphone.

“Hello, ladies and gentlemen,” Y/N said, “I am Y/N Wayne, daughter of Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle.”

“Now,” Bruce said as he spoke into the microphone again, “I am sure you all have questions, but before you ask those, I want to make an announcement about the future of Wayne Enterprises – when my time to step down as CEO arrives, the role shall be filled, rather well I would say, by Y/N Wayne.”

The crowd uproared.

#Jason Todd #jason todd robin #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd headcanon #robin jason todd #jason todd imagines #jason todd imagine #jason todd one shot #jason todd oneshot #jason todd fanfic #robin #robin titans #robin oneshot #robin one shot #robin imagine #robin imagines #Titans #fanfiction #titans dc #titans fanfiction #titans fanfic #imagine #fanfic #fan fic #imagines #oneshot #one shot #fan fiction #kitty cat & tweety bird #kitty cat and tweety bird

[bbbbbbbbatman]

My take on the whole 'the JL gets mad at Batman for having a child soldier when he gets robin' thing goes like this:

The League is having a fight with Batman saying it's wrong to bring a child, especially with no powers, into fights with supervillains and it's irresponsible to put children in danger

And Batman interrupts with "so you take him then"

And the League just kind pause, like "huh?"

"One of you can babysit Robin for a week and then we can revisit this discussion."

They're a little confused but eventually Wonder Woman agrees to take him in.

She returns with him a week later. "I apologize Batman, we have misjudged you. I adore him but please take him back now."

(she couldn't get him to stop sneaking out to fight crime without physically restraining him)

#batman is the only thing keeping robin on a leash #just imagining any of the jl trying to contain little 11 year old dick #who is a ball of energy and righteous fury contained in such a small smiley body #batman #robin #dick grayson #wonder woman #justice league #dc #dc comics #mine

[p1nkshield]

Bruce: Robin, this is Superman

Clark: hello! it’s a pleasure to meet-

Robin!Dick: Can you throw me?

Clark: I’m sorry what?

Robin!Dick: I said can you throw me with all your strength into the sky!

Clark: No?!? Why?!? You would die!

Robin!Dick: I won’t die I’m built different!!!! Throw me!! I wanna taste the clouds and see how many flips I can do!!

Bruce: *long dad sigh*

Clark: clouds just taste like water!

Robin!Dick: Sounds like something someone might say if they wanted all the tasty clouds to themselves!

Clark: What?!?

Years Later

Dick: Uncle Clark?

Clark: No, I will not.

Dick: >:(

#dick grayson #batfam #incorrect batfamily quotes #bruce wayne #batman #robin!dick #robin dc #clark kent #superman #nightwing #c’mon Clark launch him into the stratosphere #it’s what he wants #imagine fully grown nightwing begging Superman to throw him

[cardinalcheerio]

I have a headcannon that at some point in his early robin days, Jason decided he wanted to be like Alfred and committed to drinking tea, using British slang and the accent while being robin.

This obviously confused the rogues a lot.

Fighting Mr. Freeze:

Jason: aye, what in the bloody hell do you think your doin? (Horrible British and gotham accent mix)

Freeze: I am- wait. Robin? Are you ok?

Bats: it's a phase. Just ignore it.

Freeze: keep forgetting he's a kid... anyways-

#i know nothing of british slang #imagine it was funny #batfam headcanons #bat family #batfam #batfamily #jason todd #bat brothers #red hood #incorrect batfamily #jason todd incorrect quotes #jason todd headcanon #incorrect jason todd #jason peter todd #red hood incorrect quotes #incorrect batfamily quotes #incorrect batman quotes #robin #dc robin #batman #alfred pennyworth #alfred would say none of this #but jason would do research on british slang #and of course watch BBC sherlock

[mikakuna]

i see this jason todd who actually looks his very young age (instead of the 30yr old man that comics like to portray)

and feel my heart breaking just imagining bruce beating him up, almost killing him, mind-breaking him, and just overall being a total piece of shit father towards him.

a huge chunk of the reason why people don't view bruce's actions towards jason as abusive or wrong is because jason doesn't look his age. he's drawn to be this 35yr old father of three who looks even older than dick (and way too on par with bruce) that people see their fights as one between batman and any of his regular rogues. when they fight, it just looks like batman is fighting a man his age and not an actual young person. it doesn't look like batman is fighting his son who's barely even drinking age (and who def wasn't drinking age in utrh). their fights are portrayed in a way that eliminates the very real power struggle between them.

this applies to jason's entire character as well. a lot of people don't sympathize with how he died or his actions as robin or his fights with the other bats because he doesn't look his age. he always looks older and scarier than everyone else. tim has many sympathizers from the titans tower incident because jason just looked like a grown man fighting a 12yr old (even tho i disagree, tim was built and like 17 lmfao).

anyways, i just wish comics would actually draw jason to look his age, which literally ranges from 19 to early twenties. he's young- so young, and it's so annoying to see him drawn and written as someone older than even bruce.

#the way everyone in jason's robin run saw him as this adult despite him being 12-15 #like what the fuck #just because a child has experienced more than the average adult doesn't make him any less of a child #it's like the typical groomer thought process #if jason was shown younger in arkham knigjt for example there'd be less people calling him whiny #they showed 15yr old jason's torture scenes like he was a 25 yr old #he should've been shown as the small child he was #it would've put more perspective into how cruel and fucked it was of the rogues to torture a literal child #and then bruce almost killing him in rhato... #now imagine if jason looked his age there #honestly this all just feeds into the idea that jason feels too small for his big body #imagine being this tiny kid growing up and then dying and coming back to life as this tank #arghhhhh!!!!! #jason todd #red hood #batman #jason peter todd #bruce wayne #jason todd deserves better

[in-som-niyah]

Jason Todd has abs you could grate cheese on.

no i will not elaborate

#jason todd #niyah speaks yappanese #jason todd x reader #red hood #jason peter todd #jason todd x you #red hood x reader #dcu #robin jason todd #dc red hood #red hood imagine #redhood #under the red hood #the red hood #arkham knight

[bet-on-me-13]

The Bat-Adoption Papers are literal Magic Contracts

So! In the Deified Batman AU (the AU where the Belief of the peoples of Gotham accidentally Ascended Batman to minor godhood), the Bat Adoption Papers would be a fun concept.

Batman is a God of The Night, Fear, and Protection. Specifically, the protection of Children, which is one of his biggest motivators. Meaning, it's a big part of his Divine Domain.

So when he, a God of Protection and Children, adopts his own Child? It's kind of a big deal.

His Adoption Papers basically become Magical Contracts that claim Dick to him as his own Son, basically turning Dick into a Demigod by the fact that he is the Son of a God.

Then each time Batman adopts a kid, they become a Demigod as well. Maybe after enough time, and after they forge their own Identities, they could become Minor Gods of their own? Idk, fun idea

Why do I bring this up?

Well, when Danny eventually joins the JLA, and runs into Batman, all he sees in a God of the Night, who takes one look at him, and then pulls out a Magical Binding Contract from his Belt.

Needless to say, he books it.

#Dpxdc #Dp x dc #Dcxdp #Dc x dp #Danny Phantom #Dc #Dcu #If they did become God's I like to imagine what their Domains would be #Dick becomes The Nightwing #God of Protection Jovality and Children #Jason becomes The Red Hood the God of Wrath Revenge and Protection #Tim becomes The Red Robin God of Intellect Mystery and Restaurants (heh) #Steph becomes The Spoiler Goddess of Mystery Puzzels and Fun (even though she never got adopted. Nobody really knows how she pulled it off) #Cass becomes The Orphan Goddess of Darkness Silence and Mercy #Duke is basically already a Demigod but be would be the God of Light Darkness and Riddles #Damien would be the God of Art Redemption and Animals #Danny saw a God who had multiple children bound by Contract and then saw him pull out that same contract while staring at him #He is rightfully scared #I imagine Constantine has tried to get adopted before so he can get in on that Demigod Making Contract #But he doesn't fit the bill for Adoption #Also he's old enough to be Bruce's Dad sooo... #Bruce is only vaguely aware of how his kids managed to Ascend #He doesn't know it was the Adoption Papers that did it #Also his “Adoption Sense” could actually be a legitimate Power of his now that I think about it

[louebel]

[ " 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆! " ] — 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): luffy, robin, law, sanji, kidd × gn!reader 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨/𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: not proofread 'n quick, lots of fluff! they are all babies. (i KNOW kidd's crew raid fashion stores and complain about them if they're lackin. if. if there's a fic like that pls share in the comments. i BEG you.) also some swearing with kidd!! dripping divider by @ benkeibear like always,, i live for these dividers damn.

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐃. 𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘

"you too!!"

you swear his smile widens so much his face is stuck that way.

he is adorable. he smiles every day but hearing you say that? it's exactly what he wants!! he wants people to look at him smiling AND wants them smiling in the process (continuous cycle,,)

it's so easy to notice just how much he loves you saying that. round cheeks tinted pink, eyes shut, and set of teeth shared to the world. he is always so animated with everything he does, and this is no exception.

this little rubber man is immediately engulfing you in his arms!! you are not allowed to leave until he says so.

"i'm gonna make you smile too! forever! that way, we'll both look cute when we smile! shishishi!"

scratch protecting him at all costs. he's gonna protect you at all costs.

if you tell him again, grab his cheeks and shake him as if he were a pupper. if he had a tail it'd be wagging 'till he flies. will probably make all types of noises while you do it.

pat the boi.

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐎 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍

her smile might be tender but she's giggling internally,, she's flattered!!

"is that so? i'm glad to hear that."

robin gained confidence growing up and she knew she was a gorgeous woman — but hearing it from your lips is still a surprise. sure, she gets compliments on the daily, especially by sanji, but... yours felt much more intimate. she's not blushing because she's flustered or anything, it's just because she loves you. and that comforting warmth in her chest propagated to her neck and face.

it's small moments such as this that remind her of saul's words. each day on the sunny is a reminder, but the little things reinforce those feelings. it was such a wonderful sentiment.

you had no idea what she was thinking about, but the way the corners of her lips eased, your heart jumped too.

she really did look cute while smiling.

"you look pretty, too. smile more often, dear."

she's so lucky to have you. and you're so lucky to have her.

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐃. 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐖

dies

you think he looks... cute?

his eyes widen and he just. stops functioning for a moment. his heart feels lighter and funnier than normal, and his smile returns, a bit more timid than before.

"... really?"

"of course!"

he doesn't even believe it— he did notice from time to time how you suddenly just,, softened when he did it but he didn't think you'd like it that much. he doesn't smile a lot, sure there are definitely various moments where he feels at peace with the crew, but they come easier with you

when he showed you his coin collection, when you both took a stroll or when you simply cuddled. law might look scary to those outside — but inside, he is still the small boy whose curiosity shined above all. he is very fond of those he cares about, even if he has trouble expressing his emotions and thoughts to others. the confidence he wore doubled for you and his loyal crewmates, but he deserved rest every once in a while. years of trauma dulled him, however, when he felt something, it was strong; almost as if breaking out of a cage. he kept them deep inside, only to burst and even tremble when he was pampered. he didn't know how to react, and only with time would he grow used to it.

so,, please be patient and take care of him,, he looks after himself with everything else, but he's a lost puppy with love and physical affection. if it doesn't show on his face, his heart definitely speeds up at every small thing you tell him, casual or not.

"thank you."

you see him smile a bit more now. give him any type of compliment, affection, or anything,, and the "cold" surgeon of death will be nothing but putty in your hands.

"and... you too."

he really does love you.

𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈

dies 2.0

"o- oh... my love! you look adorable smiling, too!"

never-ending swarm of compliments. oh and he's hugging you as if his life depends on it.

he's not really used to the sweet words and might think he's undeserving of them. sure, it's a simple smile... but that's exactly why it gets him so much. something so mundane and common yet you see a unique beauty in his and his alone. others can warm your heart too, but he does it in a different way — in a special way.

if you tell him this in the middle of the night and you're both having a calm and peaceful moment he might cry. (if it's daytime and he's feeling a lil sensitive it's tears of joy mixed with laughter,, please hold him)

he's so happy. he'll smile as much as you want him too. if that gets you to do so too, it's a win-win for everyone!

it's usually clear when he feels affectionate,, he is most of the time. but now it DOUBLES. that comment made his day.

he's so giddy and adorable.

"you light my world up, mon rayon de soleil. if i can do so too with a simple smile... then i shall every day."

𝐄𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐃

mf's smile never dropped so fast.

"the fuck do you mean CUTE??"

was about to throw a fit but then he just. stares at you. so genuine...

"why you lookin' at me like that?? stop. 'm not fuckin' cute."

staaaare...

"... zero point one percent cute. happy? now stop looking like a goddamn puppy."

but you end up smiling even more. and no matter what he thought, his heart still beat a little faster. you looked pretty cute, too.

yes. he's a bit mean sometimes but you know he means well. he's your little man. like, he made you a tiny metal butterfly once so that even if he was busy with designing and crafting you had something to remind you of him. (he sputtered profanities and became as red as his hair before storming off walking in a wall but he still peeked from a corner to see if you liked it. when he saw your pleased expression, he smirked like the lil shit he is.)

plus... deep inside, he appreciated it. you and killer always managed to calm him down.

he truly is grateful.

"urgh. c'mere. let's go get killer 'n the others to raid a store."

...

bonus after the raid: he does your makeup and uses a great lipstick he stole found to really make you pop with the looted new clothes he got for you. hyped you up and grinned like an idiot. he's doing your nails next. killer gave you a thumbs up before finding more products himself,, raiding stores sure is fun!

#one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #monkey d luffy x reader #luffy x reader #luffy x you #luffy x y/n #nico robin x reader #nico robin x you #nico robin x y/n #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #sanji x reader #eustass kid x reader #kid x reader #eustass x reader

[shysneeze]

paper rings | robin buckley x reader

description: your christmas eve wrapping tradition takes a turn when you find a ring amongst the presents

warnings: christmas themed fic, proposals, crying, kissing, alcohol, mentions of marriage etc etc

a/n: i’m a child of divorce and marriage makes me feel icky but then this popped into my head and here we are

“I’m just glad Nancy is bringing the desert this year,” Robin explains absentmindedly, busy cutting another length of wrapping paper. “I’m still haunted by Steve’s sticky toffee pudding.”

You’re sitting on the living room floor, surrounded by ribbons and wrapping paper scraps as you partake in your usual last minute wrapping tradition. Last Christmas spins on the turntable in the corner, a soft background melody to play behind Robin’s ramblings of past Christmases.

“God, remember when Eddie dropped his paper crown on the candle?” Robin recalls, “Honestly, men just shouldn’t be trusted at the dinner table.”

There’s an odd nervous edge to Robin’s rambling this evening, a slight tremor in her hands as her bandaid adorned fingers glide along the folds of the paper. You watch, awaiting another paper cut to tend to as has become your Christmas Eve tradition.

You put it down to the pressure of hosting your friends for Christmas dinner, and you lean closer to squeeze Robin’s knee.

“This is why we put Steve on beverages this year,” You remind reassuringly, “and why we aren’t putting candles on the table.”

“Right,” Robin says, “Yeah… tape me.”

You roll your eyes a little, pulling some tape from the dispenser and holding it out to her. She takes her wrapping duties very seriously, your girlfriend.

“And if Eddie misbehaves we’ll sit him next to Max,” You suggest, “She’ll keep him in check.”

Robin grins, taking another piece of tape from your outstretched hand, pausing briefly to steal a kiss before returning to her wrapping, concentrated crease returning to the space between her brows.

Leaving her to it, you retrieve the bottle of cheap red wine from the pile of crumpled up paper of failed attempts, unscrewing the lid and topping up your glasses whilst Robin does the finishing touches to Steve’s cable knit sweater.

“What time does everyone arrive tomorrow?”

“Just after lunch,” Robin informs, taking a break to sip at her wine, “What am I wrapping next, my beautiful assistant?“

“Sap,” You tease, “Hm, let’s see…”

You twist to the pile of presents still to be wrapped, the little ones perfect for the last lengths of the roll of paper. You have to rummage amongst the gathering of discarded packaging, and Robin has already returned to cutting the paper when you find a small box, pulling it from the pile with a frown.

“Did we get someone jewellery?” You ask, “Don’t remember this one.”

You pass the small black box between your hands, and Robin hums distractedly beside you, not lifting her head from her current task.

It’s only as you open the box on its hinges that Robin realises what you’ve asked, what has happened, and she turns in protest only to find you looking down at the delicate silver ring with furrowed brows, eyeing the little gemstone with parted lips.

“Robin?”

“That’s not-“ Robin starts, “I mean, you weren’t supposed to… That wasn’t meant to be in that pile!”

Robin reaches out to grab it from you, but you scuffle backwards across the floor, still staring at it in awe. Robin lets out a slight whine of protest, panic swelling up inside her.

“Is this…” You start, swallowing thickly, “Is this for me?”

“No.” Robin blurts, “It’s for, um, someone else.”

“Who?”

“I-“ Robin starts, voice right with desperation. “Please, (Y/n)… just give me it.”

“Who’s it for?” You repeat, almost sounding stern.

“You!” Robin groans in defeat, “God, I had this whole thing planned and it was going to be magical and I know we can’t get married married with the church wedding and certificates but we’d know, and our friends would know and we’d be married for us and now you’re looking at me like I’m insane!”

Red floods her cheeks and her shoulders drop with disappointment, defeat. You stare at her still, truly stunned.

“You want to…” You gulp, “You want to marry me?”

Robin’s entire body trembles with a sudden onslaught of adrenaline in her veins. She nods, willing her lips to find some sort of words to say as the nerves tighten her throat.

“Of course,” She manages, “I love you, (Y/n)… I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know it.”

For a moment, you can only stare at her in disbelief. Then, eyes welling with salty tears, you can’t help but sniffle and begin to cry.

“Oh,” Robin inhales, “Oh god, don’t cry, Bub. You don’t have to say anything. It’s fine, we can just shut the box and pretend it didn’t happen, okay? Please don’t cry, I’m sorry-“

“No!” You exclaim tearfully, “No, I just- You want to marry me!”

Robin shuffles closer, cupping your cheeks and swiping away each tear with her thumb.

“That can’t be a surprise, (Y/n),” She exhales, “We live together, we’re hosting christmas together, we have traditions together… I want to do all that for the rest of our lives.”

In the absence of coherent sentences, all you can do is launch forward to hug her, sending her tumbling into the wrapping paper pile as you pepper her in teary kisses.

“Yes,” You insist between each kiss, “Yes, yes, a thousand cliche ways to say yes!”

You sit up, straddling her waist and she leans up on her elbows to watch you stare longingly at the ring in its box, pride and relief easing the stiffness from her bones.

“You want to marry me.” You whisper again, as if trying to make it sound really, “You’re going to marry me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, Robin,” You nod, “I love you so much.”

She sits up further to capture your lips, kissing you with so much tenderness it almost brings more tears to your eyes. She tastes of red wine and Christmas chocolate, as she pulls you closer, paper cut fingers in your hair; all so wonderfully Robin.

You pull back as the record cracks to a halt, silence filling the room beyond the faint whisper of you catching your breaths.

Your eyes trace the face of the woman, now your fiancé, and your own luck astounds you. You press one last chaste kiss to her wine stained lips before reaching down for the briefly abandoned ring.

“Well, are you going to put it on, or do you want it back for your big thing tomorrow?”

Robin takes the box from your fingers.

“I know you’re teasing,” She whispers, “but I put a lot of thought into making it special.”

“Oh,” You exhale, poorly hiding your disappointment, “Right.”

Robin smiles sympathetically at your forlorn expression. She taps your thigh and you climb from her lap with a small pout.

“You don’t even have to wait a whole day,” She says, pulling a small scrap of wrapping paper, metallic red, and beginning to fold it into a long strip. “but this… can tide you over until the morning, yeah?”

She takes your hand and carefully wraps the paper around your ring finger, sealing it with a little bit of tape and a kiss across your knuckles.

You stare at the paper ring with a twitch of a grin, shaking your head in affectionate disbelief at Robin’s cheesiness. Still, climbing back onto her lap, you sling your arms around her shoulders with a warm sigh.

“Always such a sap,” You tease in a whisper, “but if you wanted me too, I'd marry you with paper rings and christmas cracker crowns… anything you want, just to be yours.”

Robin reddens, tugging you closer with her arms around your torso.

“I love you,” She exhales, “My beautiful fiancé.”

You hum in content, leaning in to kiss her again, finding her lips like a well practiced art. You whisper your love in each caught breath as she sinks back against the floor, kiss deepening and Christmas wrapping forgotten.

“Hm,” She mumbles suddenly, pulling back, “No Christmas cracker crowns… too flammable.”

“God, Eddie is never living that down,” You shake your head, “Shut up and kiss me, fiancé.”

“Of course, fiancé.”

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #robin x reader #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley imagines #robin buckley oneshot #robin imagine #robin imagines #stranger things imagines

[dc-and-arfrona]

Yogurt goes Yum

Nightwing x GN!Reader

Type: Fluff

Word Count: 1k+

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Summary: Meet Cute of this list! 

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You were in a hurry, trying to balance your groceries while searching for your keys to unlock the front door. Frustrated, you fumbled with the items in your arms, and just as you managed to free one hand, disaster struck. In your haste, you accidentally knocked over a container of yogurt, sending a creamy white splatter flying through the air.

Time seemed to slow down as the yogurt projectile sailed through the air, and you watched in horror as it aimed directly at a mysterious figure standing a few feet away. You barely had time to react before the gooey mess hit its target, splattering all over their chest and face.

"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry!" you exclaimed, mortified by your clumsiness.

The figure wiped the yogurt off their face, revealing a pair of dazzling blue eyes and a warm, amused smile. It was none other than Nightwing himself. You couldn't help but blush, your heart pounding in your chest.

"No worries," Nightwing replied, his voice smooth and comforting. "I've had worse thrown at me."

You gulped, trying to gather your wits. "I didn't mean to... I mean, I wasn't aiming for you. It was an accident, I swear!"

Nightwing chuckled, his laughter soothing your frazzled nerves. "I believe you. Yogurt attacks aren't usually part of Gotham's crime spree."

You managed a weak smile, grateful for his understanding. "Well, that's a relief. I was worried I had just committed yogurt-based assault."

He tilted his head, studying you with curiosity. "So, are you always this graceful with your groceries?"

You couldn't help but laugh at his gentle teasing. "Only on special occasions. You know, when I feel like making a lasting impression."

Nightwing's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Well, you've certainly made an impression today."

Feeling a bit bolder, you extended your hand toward him. "I'm [Y/N]. It's nice to meet you, Nightwing, even under these...unique circumstances."

Nightwing took your hand, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "The pleasure is all mine, [Y/N]. I'm always up for an adventure, even if it involves unexpected yogurt showers."

As you both stood there, the awkwardness of the situation melted away, replaced by an easy camaraderie. Nightwing offered to help you clean up the mess, and you accepted gratefully, grateful for his kindness and understanding.

As the two of you worked side by side, wiping away the remnants of your yogurt fiasco, conversations flowed effortlessly. You discovered shared interests, laughed at each other's jokes, and found comfort in each other's company. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring you together through the most unlikely circumstances.

By the time you finished cleaning up, you realized that you didn't want the encounter to end. Nightwing seemed to feel the same way, his eyes lingering on you just a little longer than necessary.

"Would you be interested in continuing this conversation over coffee?" Nightwing asked, his voice tinged with hope.

You grinned, feeling a rush of excitement. "I'd love to. Just promise me there won't be any more yogurt mishaps."

Nightwing laughed, the sound music to your ears. "I'll do my best to keep the dairy-related accidents to a minimum."

And just like that, a chance yogurt encounter had blossomed into something more. As you walked together towards a nearby coffee shop, you couldn't help but feel that destiny had played a hand in bringing you together. Who knew that a little splash of yogurt could lead to such a delightful connection with the one and only Nightwing?

As you and Nightwing entered the cozy coffee shop, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped you. Finding a quiet corner table, you settled in, continuing your conversation as if you had known each other for years. The initial embarrassment from the yogurt incident had completely dissipated, replaced by a growing sense of comfort and excitement.

As you shared stories and laughter over steaming cups of coffee, you discovered a deep connection, realizing that you both had more in common than you could have imagined. Nightwing opened up about his life as a vigilante, recounting thrilling encounters and heart-pounding adventures. You, in turn, shared your own passions and aspirations, finding solace in his attentive listening and genuine interest.

Time seemed to fly by as the hours melted away. Eventually, the coffee shop closed for the night, and you reluctantly bid farewell, but not before exchanging contact information. From that moment on, your connection continued to grow.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. You and Nightwing found yourselves inseparable, whether it was patrolling the streets of Gotham together or simply spending quiet evenings at home, lost in each other's company. Your relationship blossomed, built on a foundation of trust, understanding, and a shared desire to make the world a better place.

Nightwing's presence brought a newfound sense of security and support to your life. You were in awe of his unwavering determination to protect Gotham and its citizens, and you stood by his side, offering unwavering support as he battled against the darkness that plagued the city.

But it wasn't just the superhero aspect of his life that captivated you. Behind the mask, you discovered a compassionate, kind-hearted individual who treated you with utmost respect and tenderness. Nightwing cherished every moment spent together, and his gestures of affection made you feel like the luckiest person alive.

The bond between you grew stronger with each passing day, and eventually, Nightwing revealed his true identity as Dick Grayson, a man who had overcome his own personal struggles to become the hero he was today. It was a moment of vulnerability and trust that deepened your connection even further.

Together, you faced challenges, both as individuals and as a couple, but with Nightwing by your side, you felt invincible. The city's trials and tribulations only served to reinforce your dedication to each other, solidifying your partnership in crime-fighting and in life.

As time went on, the yogurt incident became a cherished memory, a quirky tale to recount whenever someone asked how you met. It served as a reminder that sometimes, unexpected accidents could lead to the most extraordinary and life-changing experiences.

And so, your journey continued, with Nightwing by your side, fighting against the forces of evil while cherishing the love and connection you had found in the most unconventional way.

#nightwing x reader #nightwing x you #dick grayson x you #reader x nightwing #nightwing #dc #dc imagines #dc universe #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson imagines #nightwing imagines #robin imagines #robin x reader #robin x y/n #nightwing x y/n

[mangekyuou]

✸     now playing  …     DAMAGE CONTROL。

✸     pairing! …  m!reader x nico robin.

✸     type of love! …  platonic(?).

✸     cw(s)! …  mentions of violence. blood. he/him pronouns used. not proofread. minors dni. 

✸     wc! …  1.2k.

✸     notes! …  this took SO long. i am so sorry. i struggled with trying to come up with an ending as always. i hope this okay. thank you so much for requesting !! i adored writing this one just as much as the first one !! 

Leaning against a stone pillar among the ruins was ( y/n ). His arms were folded across his chest, while his eyes looked up toward the tall trees of Upper Yard. There was a small smile on his face, as he thought about the past. Remembering Ohara, how beautiful...it was. How great everything used to be. How that was all taken away from them.

Leaning against a stone pillar among the ruins was ( y/n ). His arms were folded across his chest, while his eyes looked up toward the tall trees of Upper Yard. There was a small smile on his face, as he thought about the past. Remembering Ohara, how beautiful...it was. How great everything used to be. How that was all taken away from them.

But he still held his home in high regard. Though it didn��t exist anymore, there had been no better place than Ohara.

“That is because you were too busy attempting to swim from island to island,” Robin interrupted with a light giggle, “But since you were a terrible swimmer, so it never worked out.”

( y/n ) looked at her. She was facing a tombstone in the ruins, with a notepad and pencil in hand, noting every detail.

“I’ll have you know, I may not be able to swim from island to island, but I can hold my breath underwater for 7 minutes,” He shot back.

She hummed, “Slightly above average. My, I am so proud of you ( y/n ).”

“Jerk,” He grumbled under his breath. “Like I was saying. When I was a little kid I never understood archaeology. As I grew up, I started to see the beauty of it. I’d see these priceless artifacts being stolen by pirates, I always remembered you. How your face would light up just at seeing them, at learning about new things. I didn’t even realize it at first, I started protecting these artifacts...wanting them to be returned unharmed, wanting to preserve the past.”

“So you did learn something from me after all.”

He shrugged his shoulders, “I guess you could say that.”

The two Ohara natives heard the root of a tree break underneath a foot, snapping their heads behind them. His look of glee was immediately replaced by a cold expression, his hand already gripped around the tsuka of the katana sitting on his waist.

“Who’s there?” Robin questioned, closing her notebook.

A much taller figure dressed in a white toga with black vertical stripes had approached. Yama.

“Well, aren’t you a beautiful young lady,” He complimented.

( y/n ) scoffed. “Are you another one of those henchmen?”

“Henchmen?!” Yama repeated offended, “You had better watch your mouth! I am Yama, divine commander in the service of God Enel himself!”

( y/n ) rolled his eyes, “Right...you guys keep getting weirder and uglier by the bunch, huh? What do you want from us?” Like it was second nature, he left his post of leaning against the stone ruins and placed himself between Robin and the threat in front of her.

Ignoring his insults, Yama continued, “I did not come to talk.”

“Great. Because we’re not listening,” ( y/n ) had a mischievous smirk on his face as he readied himself to fight. It had been ages since he felt like he’s fought an opponent who stood a fighting chance.

Yama had taken the first step, the two were off. He dodged a forceful hit by Yama, though the hit was absorbed by the Shandian ruins, destroying one of the pillars completely. Though he wasn’t out of the clear yet, having to tuck and roll to dodge a few more of Yama’s attacks. The commander sure was fast, destroying any ruins in his wake.

“( y/n ), wait!” He heard Robin’s concerned voice from behind him. He turned to Robin, a look of devastation written on her features. Precious, priceless history being destroyed right in front of her eyes.

He hadn’t seen her look so sad since that day. He couldn’t stand to see her like this. He couldn’t allow that commander to continue to destroy history that didn’t belong to him, even if that meant taking the damage himself.

Yama jumped up to deliver a powerful kick. Rather than dodging this time, ( y/n ) had stood his ground, doing his best to block his body with his katana. It was not enough to soften the blow, but it was enough to keep him from destroying any more of the ruins.

“( y/n ), what are you doing?!” Robin shrieked. Though her question was met with silence, the man picked himself up from the ground, taking hit after hit, blow after blow, jumping in front of any ruins he could, ignoring Robin’s screams for him to stop.

Seeing him in such pain, she had found the strength to fight for him. As she had readied herself to attack, he spoke, “Run, Robin!”

“But-”

“Trust me, Bin-Bin. Go!”

Through his pain, he gave her a smile. Fighting internally, she finally decided to turn on her heel and run as far away from the ruins as she could, leaving ( y/n ) and Yama.

“You were so strong and tough a few minutes ago. What happened?” Yama taunted, “How long do you insist on protecting this dead city?”

“Till my last breath if necessary,” He answered, coughing up blood, “But I never expect some so simple-minded to understand anything outside of themselves.”

Yama was fuming. “HOW DARE YOU INSULT THE POWERFUL?!” The commander raised his fist high in the air, bringing it down, just nearly dodging it. ( y/n ) fell right back onto a pair of a long line of hands on the ground.

Robin.

Passing him down the line from one pair to the next, finally catching up to her.

“You know...I could have handled it,” ( y/n ) teased, holding his stomach. Even if he was lying through his teeth in front of her, she was still glad to see him smiling and joking at a time like this.

The two had finally gotten out of the ruins, Yama right on their tail.

“Here we can fight freely, together,” She smiled, helping him to his feet, “That is if you’re still well enough to continue.”

The man hummed, “I think I’m good enough. I’ll just have to ignore that you have a twin right next to you that you’ve never told me about.” He could see the panic in her face, “I’m kidding!”

“You are about to be crushed to death!” The commander screamed, charging toward the two.

Without mercy, the two began their long drawn-out attack together on the divine commander, making him suffer for every inch of damage he had caused. As he rolled off the cliff into the grounds below, exhausted ( y/n ) fell to the ground, “Kinda hurts to breathe. Never been beat down this bad.”

Robin made her way to his side, sitting beside him, “Why did you do that?”

“You looked so devasted when he destroyed some of the ruins. I know how much this stuff means to you. I trained for this. I want to keep you safe, and that includes doing everything I can to make you happy,” He explained. She couldn’t hide the smile on her face. “Thank you, ( y/n ). I mean it. I don’t know anyone who would throw themselves in front of ruins for me.”

A cocky grin was written on his face, “Well I am one of a kind.”

“There’s the ( y/n ) I know and love.”

© MANGEKYUOU.

#one piece #nico robin #robin #nico robin x reader #nico robin x y/n #nico robin x you #robin x reader #robin x y/n #robin x you #robin oneshots #robin scenarios #robin imagines #one piece x reader #one piece oneshots #one piece scenarios #one piece imagines #night rather than day ── 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘰. 𓂃 ★☆

[yabakuboi]

There's an incredibly pretty girl at the front desk in Family Video, and Steve—Eddie's boyfriend of eight months—is leaning over the counter with a sly smile and half-lidded eyes.

Eddie pauses in the doorway, struck dumb for a moment as he takes in the scene, and then gleefully ducks down behind the nearest shelf.

"So tell me," Steve says, all low and intimate. "What kind of movie were you looking for?"

"Um," the girl says. She doesn't sound very enthusiastic—barely indulgent at best. Eddie wishes he could see, but any sight of him will ruin Steve's chances right now. He's got a pretty good mental picture though. "I really like those old black and white movies, the really glamorous ones, you know?"

"Oh, totally," Steve sighs, like he's swooning. "Like Cary Grant, Clarke Gabel?" Eddie can practically hear his smirk. "Katharine Hepburn? Ginger Rogers?"

"Oh, I love Ginger Rogers!"

"Really?" Steve says matching her excitement. "Well, you're just in luck! Robin here knows all about those old black and white movies, don't you Robin?"

Eddie presses a hand to his mouth to hide his snickering. Robin had looked like a hooked fish when he'd walked in, she's gotta be gaping stupidly right now. "Uuuh," he hears her mumbling, and tries not to snort too loud. "Y-Yeah, uh, golden age of Hollywood stuff, absolutely. I could? Show you where they are?"

"Oh my gosh, that would be amazing!" the girl says, her interest in the conversation now warmed by several degrees. Eddie is still a little in awe of how well his boyfriend can sniff out gay girls.

"I got the front here, Robin," Steve cuts in smoothly. "You ladies take your time, make sure you pick out a good one!"

Eddie waits another beat, listening at their footsteps shuffle away, before he pops up from behind the shelf. Steve, lighting up like a Christmas tree, beams at him.

"Am I a genius or what?" he whispers, grinning ear to ear.

"Your lesbian powers know no equal," Eddie says just as quietly, taking the girl's spot at the counter, leaning into Steve's space. Steve happily mirrors him, until they're tucked together, the world narrowing down to the two of them. It's Eddie's favorite place to be. "All hail Steve Harrington, blessid he, lesbian whisper. Come to aid all useless queers in the fight against singledom."

"Thank you, thank you," Steve says with an air of novel benevolence. "I promise to only use my powers for good."

"Dingus. Doofus."

They jump away from each other as if shocked. Robin glowers at them both, but the pretty girl behind her is giggling and standing way too close for friendly, just at Robin's elbow.

"Move it, lovebirds," she hisses as she rounds the desk. "I need to check Claire out."

"I think you already have," Steve says. His smile this time is down right evil.

Robin actually hisses at him, and hip checks him away from the register. Eddie does a bow, sweeping his arm out to give Claire the prime spot in front of the desk, before he turns back to Steve.

"My dear, if you could please," he simpers, all posh and nasally. "Show me to your finest, grossest horror movie, thank you my good sir."

"Ugh," Steve groans already heading off into the shelves, not waiting for Eddie to follow. "You're lucky I love you, Ed. Shit gives me nightmares."

"I know," Eddie sings, chasing him. "I love you too."

#steddie #stobin #steve is the barney to robin's ted mosbey #what a horrifying sentence but the sentiment is there #oh no a himym steddie + buckingham au when??? #ANYWAYS just imagine the store is totally empty and steve saw this chick at dyke night when robin dragged him along one time #so he felt super confident in the safety of being a lil more open #this was silly i actually wanted to write it about eddie being in love with steve's evil nasty face when he brutally roasts robin/everyone #instead it was this thank you for your time #my steddies

[applejuicebegood]

Jason Showing his Love for You

Fem!Reader

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Sharing. Sharing his jackets, his cologne, his food - he loves sharing the intimate material aspects of his life. You'll mention being thirsty whilst you guys are walking through the park and he's already uncapping his water bottle for you. You complain to him that your workplace doesn't have proper heating for the winter month and he's already packing one of his hoodies and some hand-warmers in your bag.

Big 'Act's of service' kinda guy. Adores making you dinner and memorising your favourite recipes (you have bought him this red apron from the local farmers market with a robin feather on the front pocket and he immediately asked you if he could have your ring size). Has a small box under the stove of both of your favourite meals written on small cue cards.

Carries your bags if you're out shopping or if he's walking you home from work.

If you're feeling tense or overly exhausted, he always offers a massage. He finds it that much more intimate and loving. To dip and press his fingers into the knots tightening your soft flesh and to hear your groan and sigh in relief, it's a reminder to him that his body doesn't always have to be used for violence and the installation of fear. It can be used as a source of comfort and release - as evident when you pull him down against your chest, after he's put away the lotion, to lay on top of you like a big weighted blanket.

He'll take pictures of flowers and sunsets over water and send them to you randomly throughout the week with the fallow up text being something like 'reminded me of you' 'it looked like your eye-colour'.

Besides that, his camera roll is mostly just you. Pictures of you asleep on his chest or in the middle of the biggest fit of laughter. He's got a few polaroids stashed in his wallet of you that he pulls out on week-long missions with his brothers. To remind himself that he's got something to get back to.

He'll always tie your shoes if the laces come undone or helps you stand up in heels. He's always worried about you if the two of you are at one of his Dad's galla's (for many reasons not included) and your in heels - because he knows how painful it can get. Once you guys get back to your house, he would sweep you into his arms after you've kicked off your heels just so you wouldn't have to stand and stumble for a second longer.

Helps take off your jewelry and makeup as you help him out of his suite.

Listens to your playlists and favourite albums so that you guys can sing along together during late night baking attempts.

You guys have a shared record collection that you started when for your anniversary you got him a record player. He likes to be supper corny some nights and dance with you as one of your favourite albums plays.

He'll be very casual about how extraordinary he treats you. He considers it expected instead of the exception. Because you were able to love him back to life, so why shouldn't you deserve only the best from him?

#dc robin #dc comics #dc universe #jason todd imagine #batfam #batfamily #jason todd fluff #jason todd x reader #robin jason todd #jason todd fanfiction #dc red hood #the red hood #dc jason todd #Jason Todd fluff #jason todd comfort #red hood x fem!reader #red hood x you #red hood imagine #red hood x reader #red hood