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dearest-dirt · 2 years

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Headcanons: Dating Roy Harper

Warnings: NSFW so minors please don't interact.

Gender Neutral Reader

Authors Note: Hi! I am a whore for him! 🤧🤧🤧 I tried to make the headcanons as inclusive as possible so if you catch any mistakes please let me know. Also, I started a job and this whole 9-5 is the worst, therefore I wont be posting much until I get into a good routine, but I have more Roy Harper stuff coming! Bestie, please reblog. I hope you enjoy my work!

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He would plan the most adventurous dates. He’d constantly be on the lookout for new places to try. Definitely has a list of your favorite places so he can plan last minute dates.

Loves cooking with you. It’s one of his favorite things to do with you. It just makes him feel so calm and at peace doing something so domestic, caring, and intimate.

He'd be so physically affectionate with you in public, he wants everyone to know that you are his partner.

Anytime you sit on the couch with him, he pulls you into his lap.

If you guys are driving somewhere, either he’ll have his hand on your thigh or he’ll make you put your hand on his thigh.

Physical touch and acts of service.

Unashamed simp for you. He’d constantly get teased by his friends about it but he doesn’t care.

Hugs!!! All the hugs in the world, all the time. He'll stop you dead in the middle of doing something to engulf you in a big hug.

He’d make you laugh constantly. He loves your laugh, it’s music to his ears.

He would be open and honest about his life once he knows that you guys are serious about each other. Once that level of security and trust is established, he’ll be open about his feelings and emotions.

Calls you anytime he’s free when he’s on a mission.

Tells you about new kinds of arrows he's working on or improving. You find it pretty interesting, not to mention how cute he gets when he’s all passionate.

Biggest flirt! Will flirt with you all the time no matter how long you’ve been together.

Cuddles!! Expect to be cuddled anytime you lay down. Likes being the big spoon but doesn’t mind being the little spoon. He even sleeps cuddling with you, even if you manage to somehow escape him, he’ll be cuddling you again in no time.

Big into silly pet names. Expect to be called the weirds of terms of endearment he can think of.

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Filthiest man on the goddamn planet.

Filthy filthy sex.

Switch. Likes being under you just as much as he likes being on top of you.

Likes to have control but also likes it when you take control.

Is very vocal. He isn’t shy at all to tell you how good you feel or how good he feels. Most beautiful moans you’ve ever heard coming from a man’s mouth.

Loves it when you're vocal too. He wants to hear you as much as possible.

Sexts all the time. Expect to receive detailed texts of what he wants to do to you, nudes, and video of him jerking off.

Biggest tease! Will edge you for hours, especially if he’s in a mood.

Into giving and receiving head.

Into making sex tapes. Likes jerking off to them when you're not around.

Into quickies; anywhere and everywhere.

Will leave love bites everywhere. Loves it when you give him visible love bites so other people can see them.

He’ll be open to trying anything. But with a good set of rules and precautions established beforehand, so you both feel safe at every given moment.

Great at sex! Isn’t satisfied until he makes you orgasm more than once.

Likes rough sex.

Slight breeding kink.

Likes semi-public sex. He wants people to hear you scream his name over and over again.

King of dirty talk! He'll whisper the filthiest things into your ear at any given moment.

Great aftercare! He'll help you in any way you want/need. He’ll go above and beyond to make sure you’re physically and emotionally okay. He’s very very cuddly afterward.

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hoshi-nya · 2 months

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a fast draw of jay kissing roy atfer the gitar solo, i really think they would be a wild couple on the stage hehe

this beautiful au is from @strange-birb I love her!! and all this "the secret band"

ps: I love to think that in this UA they are not vigilant so that every time Tim hangs on stage Bruce will have a heart attack hahahahah

#batfamily #batfam crack #secret band au #roy harper #Roy Harper fanart #jayroy #Jason and Roy love each other #Roy Harper dc #batfam band au #roy harper imagine #punk roy harper #jason todd #jason todd au #jason todd fanart #jason todd headcanon #jason todd angst #jason todd is red hood #jason todd sings #Jason Todd guitarist

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terrywho-cartoons · 1 year

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Dick was a normal name in the 1950’s, but it’s 2022 now, so here’s how I immagine all of the batkids (+ some extras) reacting to Dick introducing himself.

BABS (10 years old)

Dick: My name’s dick

Babs: That’s a bad word.

Dick: No? It’s my name?

Babs: Daddy says it’s naughty to say bad words.

Dick: But it’s my name?

Babs: I’m gonna go ask daddy *runs up to commissioner Gordon* daddy, that kid says his name is Dick, can I say it when I’m talking about him?

Dick: *the son of immigrant parents, grown up speaking an amalgamation of Easter European dialects and was names after Dick Tracy still confused as to why his name is a bad word*

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Jason

Dick: Hey buddy, I know this is all very new but my name is Dick and I—

Jason: hold up, hold up. Dick?

Dick: yeah, I know, I know but —

Jason: Damn and I thought my parents were assholes.

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Tim

This little stalker already knew Dick’s entire biography, so there wasn’t a reaction, bless him.

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Damian

He was brought up by assassins, also no particular reaction.

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Steph

Dick: nice to meet you Stephanie, my name’s Dick.

Steph: you said Dick?

Dick: short for Richard, yes.

Steph: Nice. *nods*

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Cass (Cass uses sign language because I said so)

Dick: *finger spells D I C K*

Cass: *there’s a sign for that*

Dick: yeah but we ain’t gonna use it, kiddo.

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Wally (13 years old)

Dick: it’s so cool to meet other sidekicks! I’m Dick.

Wally: as in your name is Dick?

Dick: Yes *blushing because now he knows why everyone is reacting like it’s strange*

Wally: Ok from now on I’m gonna be the one to introduce you to anyone we meet, deal? Oh you’ll see man it’ll be so much fun *proceeds to list out all of the ways they could sneak dick jokes into conversations*

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Roy

Wally: Roy, I have the pressure to introduce you to my Dick.

Roy: what the fuck do you mean now!?

Dick: *quadruple flips over Wally and lands in between them* ta-da!!!

Roy: who’s the kid?

Wally *placing an hand on Dick’s shoulder*: this, is my Dick

Roy: that’s your actual name?

Dick: it is.

Roy *looking between the other two*: ok I want in on your plans to introduce him to the others

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This is all I could come up with but feel free to add more!!

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incorrectbatfam · 6 months

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Seriously stop posting j*yroy it's literally the worst ship out there

You guys are really annoying, you know that? Lucky for me, annoying is where I live, and I just got a recent bonus that I feel like burning.

So here's what we're gonna do:

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I believe in us. We have the power of gay ships and spite on our side.

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oldmannapping · 8 months

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HC: Roy got that man-bag for Jason as a gag gift and now Jason carries his gun, a collapsible Red Hood helmet, and some chapstick in it.

That’s the only explanation for why he needs cargo pants AND that ridiculous bag. Chapstick and guns.

#red hood #jason todd #batman #red hood and arsenal #roy harper #headcanon #wayne family adventures #dick grayson #nightwing #lian harper #fanny pack #man bag #batfamily #batfamily headcanons

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midnightorchids · 18 days

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Jason Todd headcanons

- he smokes a lot

- he listens to either really aggressive rap or rock music, however he does indulge in “softer” music here and there

- he’s pretty soft spoken except for when he’s angry. he has a short temper, so he gets annoyed really fast, but it takes a lot to actually make him angry

- he has all of his weapons on display in big ass frames and he’s named them all

- he’s a really good fighter - muay thai boy for sure

- speaking of which, i think if he had a day job, he’d probably coach some sort of martial arts or maybe be a gym instructor

- if he went to uni he would’ve studied english literature and would’ve have minored in a foreign language

- he has a scar on his lip (like toji from jjk) idk why tho (it’s just hot lol)

- uses humour to cope

- so so many death jokes

- he does not like coffee, he drinks tea

- definitely knows latin

- he wears jewelry, a thin silver chain and maybe a couple of rings

- he’s pretty handy… he can fix a lot of stuff. literally anything from cars to laptops to ikea furniture

- he has that white steak in his hair and he has a huge atopsy scar on his chest, he also has a faint scar on his neck

- roy calls him the walking dead

- he struggles with nightmares and they’re frequent. he needs a smoke break after

- he also has panic attacks and he doesn’t like being touched when he’s going through them, but he doesn’t like being alone. he needs to be reminded that he’s home, he’s alive, he’s okay and he’s safe

- he has blue light reading glasses but he only wears them at home when no one is there to judge him

- he likes cat videos

- he also sends cat memes in the family group chat

- OH and he definitely has a cat with a either a really dumb name or it’s named after his fav book character (cough cough mr darcy cough)

- he picks up damian from school sometimes, he complains, but in reality he really doesn’t mind. they talk about the books damian is reading in his english class

- he’s tall but he’s not 6’4 tall he’s more like 6ft or 6’1

- he’s a good cook definitely better than the other boys

- him and alfred cook together. this one time they cooked a really big batch of pasta and he took it to his old neighbourhood to feed the kids

- he’s pretty reckless and does not care about his safety at all, so he ends up pretty bruised up

- will ALWAYS try to one up dick. dick did a back flip? guess what jason did 20 back flips! dick took down two guys during patrol? yeah jason took down the whole damn team

#jason todd #red hood #jason todd imagine #red hood imagine #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd headcanon #batfam #dick grayson #damian wayne #roy harper

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cardinalcheerio · 3 months

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Jason: What is Roy's type?

Dick: anyone toxic *sarcastic*

Jason: Well, lucky for him. I'm goddamn Chernobyl

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aus-for-shitsandgiggles · 2 months

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Just thinking about how Lian doesn’t look like Roy’s child right off the bat. She does how ever look like she could be Jason’s child. This causes an unfortunate situation where the staff at the daycare she attends thinks that Roy is trying to kidnap her.

(Jason does most of the pick ups and drop off since his ‘job’ are usually night time activities or things he can schedule are Lian and Roy’s schedules)

Staff: Hello, how can i help you?

Roy: Oh I am here to pick up my daughter. ( is dressed in flip flops, jeans, t-shirt with sleeves cut off and a trucker hat and looks like he hasn’t slept in days)

Staff: Oh of course, Can i see some ID and have the name of your daughter? *This man is definitely trying to kidnap a child*

Roy: Sure, Her name’s Lian Let me get my ID *starts searching his pockets*

Roy: I forgot my wallet but you can ask her. I am her dad

Staff: Unfortunately due to our policy, I can’t release her go you with out ID. The other option is for us to call her emergency contract and verify that you are her father *signals to their coworker to call jason bc someone is trying to kidnap his daughter*

Roy: I am her emergency contact. Okay call and you’ll see just am her father

Jason: *pulls up and runs out of his car* Who’s trying to take Lian?

Staff: Oh hello, Jay. That was fast I was just explaining to this gentleman that i can’t release Lian to him with out ID

Roy: How did you get here so fast? You were at brunch with you family. ( the rest of the family starts pulling into the parking lot)

Jason: Oh my God, sorry this dumbass is her father. I told you to bring your ID. I can’t believe you. *to his family* False alarm 🚨 we are good and she safe

Lian: hi, dad hey,jayjay

Staff: i am so sorry we assume that you were her father I apologize for the misunderstanding but we have to check ID for child safety. I am sure you understand

Lian: They are my dads but jayjay turns red if I call him papa so in public I call him jayjay

#lian harper #batfamily #roy harper #jason todd #cute #headcanon #arsenal #red hood #royjay #jayroy

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robins-misfortune · 6 months

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Y/N: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed.

Roy:

Roy: I'm gonna tell them.

Jason: Don't you dare.

#jason todd x poc #jason todd x male reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x reader #jason todd headcanon #jason todd imagine #jayroy #roy harper x jason todd #roy harper x male reader #roy harper x reader #roy harper imagine #roy harper headcanon #red hood and the outlaws #arsenal

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bizbat · 2 months

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your jason todd hcs are sooooo good omg!!! do you have any hcs specifically for when he has a crush on the reader, like how he might act, specifically if the reader is oblivious and really doesn’t think that she’s his type / thinks he’s joking if he says anything flirty?

When They're In Love - Jason Todd (Crush Edition)

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~ Fem terms + Pet names used for reader.

~ You can find part one of these hcs here, and part two here.

~ You can find more of my works here.

~ These can be read as a sort of part three/prequel kinda.

~Fic at the end.

~ Tw for : Blood, Knives, Needles, Vomit. (All slight)

~Thank you for asking! Hope you enjoy, sorry this took so long :(

You would never know that Jason has a crush on you.

For the most part, he wont talk to you any differently than he will anyone else.

Maybe he won't jokingly insult you, or be super sarcastic around you, but I think that's kind of as far as he'd go.

Unless you're a close friend or family member, you'd probably have no clue he had a crush based on the way he talks to you.

But the little actions and things he does for you are so obvious.

He's the type to hold open doors for you, all the while staring other people dead in the eye as it shuts in their face.

He somehow always just "randomly" has your favorite snack on hand, or a whole collection of books by your favorite author.

I think he'd be touchy, unless he knows you don't like being touched.

If you like or don't mind it, he'd have his arm constantly thrown over your shoulder, always be leaning against you, always resting a hand on your hip.

If you're shorter than him, he does that super annoying thing where he rests his elbow on your head.

He is so lame omg.

But bc he's kinda like this with everyone, no one would fault you for not understanding his hints.

He's like the opposite though.

You said hi to him this morning? You must be in love with him.

You smiled at him today instead of Dick? He's already planning the wedding.

What's that? You said he smells nice? Have his babies. (If you can/want to)

Our delusional king.

He doesn't think you don't get his flirting.

He'd think you're fully aware and are flirting back.

Again, our delusional king.

You probably won't get it until something really serious happens and he comes to you instead of Bruce or Roy.

He'd probably try to get into things you're interested in.

Listens to all your favorite songs, reads your favorite books, etc.

And he's not subtle about it bc he is in fact, a loser.

He'll recommend a song by your favorite artist and then be like "idk why but this just reminded me of you lol"

LOSER. Can you guys tell i'm a big believer in the "jason todd is secretly a massive loser" agenda? Cuz I am. :|

And then he listens when you go on rambles about how great the things you like are and how much they mean to you.

I said he'll do things just to hear you talk about them, and I think he'd do that when he has a crush on you too.

He just loves your voice and likes hearing you talk.

He smiles at you so softly when he thinks you aren't looking.

You could be bumming out and he'll look at you with heart eyes like yeah, future spouse right there.

I don't think he'd be a big user of social media, but if you were, he'd get a whole account just to like and comment of your pictures.

user94820860038466 commented: You look very pretty in this picture.

Comments like an old man bc he has very little understanding of the internet.

He'd probably help you take pictures and fight with other people in your comment section if they're too down bad or creepy.

He doesn't strike me as the jealous type bc once again, he's so delusional he pretty much already thinks you're dating.

Nicknames nicknames nicknames.

Calls you so, so many nicknames.

Angel, doll, sweetheart, maybe even babe.

He constantly talks about you when you aren't there.

Lian and Roy know so much about you before they even meet you.

He'd do anything for you.

The store is actually about a mile in the other direction, but yeah he can get you your favorite drink.

He does not like that food at all and the owner of the store despises him, but he will not return to you empty handed best believe.

He was actually going to wear that hoodie today, but it looks so much better on you you should keep it!

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It's just like every other night in Gotham City. It's cold, and wet, and it smells like smoke and garbage that's been left out in the sun.

The only barrier between you and the chilled, musty air outside is a single sheet of glass; the fire escape window of your fifth floor apartment. It's comforting. The glass is, of course, bulletproof, and the seal around the sill is tight, so no gases ever manage seep in. It pays to have a decent landlord, especially in Gotham.

It's funny, but you really never think about that window. You mostly keep it shut and locked, except in the summer, when you can smell your neighbor in the building next door cooking all types of delicious aromatic dishes, or when it's just too hot and you decide the risk of heatstroke is greater than the risk of airborne psychosis. It never occurs to you just how well it keeps you safe, just how well it keeps things out.

It occurs to Jason, though. In fact, it's the only thing on his mind as he's gripping his side, frantically trying to prevent too much blood from seeping out of his body.

He'll probably chastise himself later for not being more gentle or respectful, but he's lost too much blood to be thinking straight. With his free hand, he bangs on your window, praying that you're A) at home, and B) not listening to music. He's not too worried about the first one, he knows you never leave your lights on when you're away, but the second one, he's not too sure about.

He bangs, and bangs, and bangs on the glass, a loud, thunk thunk thunk thunk thunk that immediately rouses your from your sleep. You jump up from your spot on the couch, an open book falling from your lap as you dart into your room to grab the knife Jay gave you for protection, before returning to your living room, keeping your back to the wall.

You hold the blade in front of you, nervously gripping the hilt as you listen to the banging, making sure to stay just out of sight as you cautiously creep closer and closer to the noise. It isn't until the banging dies down that you finally get close enough to see the cause.

You gasp at the sight, dropping the knife and trying to tug the window open, before mentally yelling at yourself to unlock it. You drag the weakened behemoth of a man into your apartment, carefully placing his upper body on the floor in front of your window and removing his helmet. Your hand moves to his side, firmly pressing down on his wound, as you stare at him, mouth agape and eyes flooding with concern.

He laughs, a dry chuckle that just sounds like it hurts. "What took ya' doll?" You wanna smack him, but you can do that when he's not bleeding all over your hardwood floors. You tell him to wait, as if he could go anywhere in the state he's in, before rushing to grab the emergency kit he forced you to keep.

"Let-ngh- let me do it." He groans as he attempts to sit up, trying and failing to pull the tweezers from your hand. He doesn't even have the strength to sit back up when you gently push him back down. You clean his wound, all while he holds back winces and groans. You don't hold back, focusing on cutting and cleaning and stitching and wrapping, berating Jason for coming to you of all people.

"What d'ya mean? Of course I'd come to you?" Jason manages between harsh breaths. "Who else would I go to?" He seems genuinely confused, you're his girlfriend, you always come to him when you need help. Why wouldn't he come to you?

"Oh, I don't know, Jason, maybe Bruce, or Roy, or literally anyone else with training to handle this kind of thing!?" It comes out mean, but through his pain he can tell it's coming from a place of true care. You're worried. One of the strongest, most skilled people you know is bleeding out on your floor and you're panicking. Of course you are, you've never had to sew someone up, or dig a bullet out of someone, or try to hold down bile from the heavy smell of blood.

Your hands are shaking like crazy. This isn't a slight graze you can put a bandaid over and seal with a kiss, this is a life threatening wound on someone you care about, and all they've been doing since they came to you is make stupid fucking jokes and try to take things from your hands.

Jason can tell it's getting to you.

It should be the other way around, what with him bleeding out in your living room, but he quiets down, gripping your wrist with his non-blood covered hand. "Hey," He gently strokes your skin with his thumb, repeating himself when you don't move your eyes from his wound. "Hey, look at me Y/n." It's just stern enough to make you obey, without sounding like he's mad at you. "It'll be okay. I'm in good hands." Jason smiles at you, tired and reassuring. It calms your nerves just enough for you to finish sewing his wound shut.

You sit back when you're done, taking in your work once you wrap his stomach with gauze. Jason turns just enough to catch a glimpse, smiling up at you with his stupid, charming smirk. "Not bad, doll. Told ya you had it covered." He lays back, smiling up at you as he lays his head on his arm, the one on his non-injured side. Though he doesn't seem to bothered by the end of it all, you can't say the same.

He takes in your features, your tired, glossy eyes and your pouting lips. It makes his smile drop. You look away, your sad eyes not meeting his own. "I . . . what? What's wrong Y/n?" Jason winces, moving to rest on his elbows to get a better look at your face. "Was it the blood? Or the- was it the window? I'm sorry about that, by the way." You shake your head no at all of his suggestions, taking a breath before turning back to face him.

He can feel his heart hurt at the sight of unshed tears in your eyes. "I . . . I was scared Jay." He pushes himself all the way up when you take your lip into your mouth. He ignores the pain shooting through his side when he pulls you into his arms. "Hey, hey, hey, scared of what? I'm okay. You did good." Those tears finally spill when your arms wrap around his waist, loose as to not further irritate his wound.

"You could've died Jay, a-and I wouldn't be able to-to help you! I can't help you!" You sob into his shoulder. He holds you tightly, pressing his lips to your head as he rubs your back. "Please, please don't cry. I'm okay now, you helped me. I'm all better now." He rocks you both gently, trying to console you. "Sides, if I was gonna die, I'd be happy if it was with my girl."

What?

You freeze in his arms, and he knows he said something wrong. He just doesn't know what. His brain moves a mile a minute as he tries to figure out what it was before you get even more upset. Though, his brain completely shuts down when you stare up at him with those cute, confused eyes. The tears have slowed down, and he's at least thankful for that. "Your . . . girl?" Now he's confused too. "What-what do you mean by that?"

He has to do a double take. "What do you mean? You're my girl, like . . . girlfriend, you know?" Every second that passes only confuses the two of you more. "I'm your girlfriend?" "Ar-aren't you?" You blink at him. Were you? Are you? "Am I?" Somewhere there was cognitive dissonance, Jason just doesn't know for who. "Yeah, we're dating, I thought?" Though, he doesn't feel so confident about that now.

"Oh," You feel your ears grow warm, for the second time now your eyes don't meet his own. "I . . . I didn't know that." You wish you could hide right now, but he's still got his arms wrapped around you. "I mean, unless you don't want to, then-then I'm sorry-" Jason feels maybe even more embarrassed than you as he finally drops his arms, grabbing his helmet and moving to crawl back out the window he came in through. His bullet wound is completely forgotten by now.

He stops when you grip his jacket, shyly staring at the floor as you speak. "No! I w-want to." Your eyes darty up to his, before losing confidence and dropping back to the floor. "I want to be your girlfriend," It comes out a whisper, and when he's silent for a beat too long you worry he's suddenly changed his mind.

"Good. Great. Yeah." He drops back to the floor, sitting cross legged beside you. Internally, he's doing backflips in his mind. "Cool." Later on, he'll ask more questions, but for now, he's satisfied. "Yeah." You shyly play with your clothes, twiddling your thumbs as you sit in silence. You feel like a little girl who just admitted to her crush that she likes him. "Are you-" "I didn't-" You interrupt each other, both of you gesturing for the other to continue. It's a bit of a fight, but Jason makes you go first.

"I was gonna ask if you were hungry. I have some, um, pretzels and stuff. If you want." Jason nods. He follows you into your kitchen, where the two of you quietly and contently eat the iron rich foods you looked up. "What were you going to say, by the way?"

Jason looks up from his plate, the haphazardly prepared meal helping him feel better, though his heart feels pretty good right now anyways. "I didn't know that you didn't know. I thought," he laughs nervously. "I thought, we were dating this whole time." He laughs again when you shake your head. "I didn't know! I thought . . . I don't know, that I wasn't your type, or something."

That's probably the most surprising thing he's heard you say today. Okay it's not, but it's the thing that most catches him off guard.

"Of course you are! You're so sweet, and cute, and nice, and pretty, and you smell really good, and you're funny, and I like your voice, and the way you d-do things . . . and . . . other stuff." Jason stops himself before he can ramble for hours about every single things he loves about you. You wouldn't mind if he did, though. You hide your pleased expression with your hand.

"Me too." It's quiet, but no longer shy. "I like all that "stuff" about you too."

#bizbat #dc #jason todd x reader #jason todd headcanons #dc headcanon #red hood x reader #red hood #jason todd #dc x reader #lian harper #roy harper

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confused-wanderer · 7 months

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The entire batfamily’s dynamic and trope- no matter the situation of hurt, anger, sadness, love or loathing - can be fit into one single quote:

“I didn’t know where else to go”

Duke sees it barely a month after he moves into the manor. It was a quiet afternoon, he was finishing up some work when the motion sensor lights up. And then three seconds later, he hears the raps on the door. Tight, repressed but purposeful. So it was definitely one of the family.

He opens the door, and Stephanie is there. She looks a bit startled, understandable as Duke was still a recent addition to the family, before she looks down, huffs and goes inside. He feels Jason’s presence behind him, one of those rare but not so rare occasions where Jason was staying at the mansion and having a cooking session with Alfred. Jason sighs, puts a hand on Duke’s shoulder and follows after Steph.

The second time he was witness to it was at Dick’s apartment. The two were hanging out, both laughing and playing games before Duke notices that while ordering dinner Nightwing asks for four large pizzas. And when Duke asks, Dick just shrugs, a look in his eyes that Duke can’t quite place. Later when they return from patrol, Duke almost has a heart attack at the silent figures in the shadows, lounging on the couch and eating the pizza. Tim barely acknowledges them, body tight while Kon, Jason and Harper keep munching with no explanation.

And the more he sees these incidents - be it Jason going to Tim, Barbara coming to Dick, Cass crashing at Stephanie’s’ or all of them coming to Bruce - one of the bats using the mansion as a lighthouse in their darkest hours, or seeking out others in times of need, he swears he can hear their voices in the silence, each time louder than the last.

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

Nobody ever said those words out loud. Most times they just sought out company, normalcy or the closest thing they knew to it. But thankfully, in a family of stubborn people in pain, they all were detectives, and always kept an extra plate, an extra chair and console, always open for the other.

#batman #dick grayson #jason todd #red hood #nightwing #tim drake #batfam #bruce wayne #damian wayne #headcanons #red robin #duke thomas #the signal #Stephanie brown #robin #spoiler #kon kent #superboy #Roy Harper

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jasonsknight3 · 20 days

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Unwanted help

AK jason Todd x sweet waitress reader

Warning: Contains violence, slight gore, aaaaaaand weapons (figured I needed to start putting warnings.)

Gotham had always been a dark place with even darker shadows. A sweetheart like yourself would be swallowed whole, or at least, you should have been. Lucky for you, you’ve only been subjected to unwanted catcalling and unauthorized touches. Most of it happens at your diner job. However, most of the women there waitressing had been there a long time and came to your rescue. Tell them off if you will because unfortunately you are the shiny new toy. Originally you came to Gotham for a college education, and to get away from home. To your dismay you had to drop out. Not because you were dumb or anything it’s just, well, you didn’t have the money. It just didn’t work out. Your life has come to be what it is now. Being stuck in a waitressing job. At least you made good tips and enough money to still live in your apartment.

After a harsh shift you were instructed to lock up the dinner. Which wasn’t supposed to be your job tonight. It required more effort than people would think. Make sure dishes were done, the place was clean, turn off lights, make sure chairs were put up, all the other micro things that added up. As soon as you locked that final glass door you hastily made your way to your bus stop. “No. No, no, no, no!” You cry as you see the bus just pull away from your stop. “Wait!” You shouted running even faster only for your desperation to be ignored. “No.” You weezed as you came to a stop, your hands resting on the top of your knees as you fought to catch your breath. Sitting up you looked around, nothing but an eerily quiet street, dim streetlights, and trash. This could easily become a dangerous situation for you. You weighed your options. Taxi was out of the question, you learned from others not to carry cash on you, you couldn’t go back to the dinner, it was closed and it’s not like anyone could help you there and you boss would tanya Hyde if he saw you sleeping in a booth the next morning, no one you knew was awake at this hour, that left only one option. Walking. Taking a breath you prepare yourself for the journey home clutching your purse close.

Cautious was an understatement of your behavior. Looking around Constantly, jumping at tray cats and trash that crinkled in the light wind of the night. About six minutes into your 15 minute walk an extremely alarming sound of someone crashing on the pavement around an alleyway corner. Shortly after the sound of pained groans followed. Your heart hammered in your chest, should you help? What if it was a trick for kidnapping? Should I just leave? You wandered to yourself. Against better judgment peeking around the alley corner you see a man who was crumpled over on the dirty pavement. The man started to get up on his hands and knees, slightly shaking with a groan. His voice sounded odd. Upon closer inspection you notice this man was wearing a red mask that had a slight glow to it, armor, an interesting jacket, and boots. Along with the gray and black suit was red. Blood. An alarmingly large amount of blood stained his gear. Out of instinct you approach him “sir, I’m here to help. I’ll call-“ a soft clicking sound took your attention to his raised hand that had a gun in it. A small gasp escaped your lips. “Get lost.” The man said the mask does not allow any clear emotion to be heard or recognized. Freezing in place you take a breath and continue to talk to him. “You're hurt, bleeding. I’d hate to leave you like this.” You reasoned. “I don’t need nor want your help. Leave the ambulance out of it too.” An odd request but you didn’t worry too much about it at the moment. “Please, you’ll die if I don’t get you help somehow?” You argued. “Very unlikely.” He was certainly stubborn. “Well…” you thought for a moment. “At least let me take you somewhere safe so you can patch up.” The man didn’t reply this time but he lowered the gun and then put it in its holster.

Sticking your hand out to him you hoped to encourage him further to accept help. He looked at it for a moment before getting up himself with a small growl. His legs wobble a little, automatically you rush to his aid tryi go to ease his strain. In a split second she shoved you off hard enough you slammed to the brick wall. You couldn't help but cough and wheeze. Singly he knocked the wind out of you. You honestly would have fallen flat on your back had the wall not been there. “Don’t touch me!” He yelled falling in one knee from the entertainment it took to push you that hard. Still leaning on the wall you catch your breath and push through the itching pain you felt on your back from hitting the rough brick wall. “I wasn’t going to hurt you. I promise.” You explained quietly. He mumbled something as he got back up and started to walk out of the alley. “Lead the way.” He demanded. Cautiously you walk up to him. “Okay, I’ll do that.” Glancing at him you ask. “Is it alright if I give you a hand? Just to make sure you don’t fall.” A moment of silence passed before he sighed and lifted his arm which you went under and had it around your shoulder and started taking him to your home.

A fifteen minute walk turned into a longer one but when you made it to your apartment and got inside you sat him down on the couch. “Go get a med kit if you have it.” He wasn’t very nice to be honest . No manners or since of please and thank you. In your bathroom you searched all the cabinets and finally found the med kit. How would he use it, you didn’t have anything in there besides bandaids- Neosporin, Peroxide, and some burn cream that was in a little rectangular bag. Well at least it’s something you reasoned. When you were in the living room there he was, helmet off, top gear off, and his compression shirt off. Nothing but skin. Skin that had scars, some flat, some slightly rose above the rest of the skin, heck, some of them even looked like the shape of barbed wire. As if sensing your presents he looked at you. A fairly masculine face, hooded iceberg blue eyes, his face has major scars. One that crossed from his cheek over the bridge of his nose and up, two on his lips, and a big J on his left cheek. “Well…” he said expectantly. When you got closer you noticed in his hand he had a needle and thread already working on sewing himself up. Setting the box down on the couch next to him you step back and watch. With tactical precision he was patched up within minutes. “Got any pain meds?” His voice was a little gravely and tired. “Yea, I have some.” Again you moved from your spot and headed for your medicine cabinet. Searching through it you found it, some ibuprofen. Turning around you yelp as your eyes are met with the stranger standing dangerously close to you. As soon as he had your attention his hand reached out and held your chin tight as he yanked you close. Eyes wide you stare into his own. “Listen well. You keep this to yourself. You never saw me. You never saw my face. If I ever…catch wind that you spouted out you saw me, I will not hesitate to kill you. I promise I’ll make it slow.” His grip tightened just to emphasize his point. “Got it?” In your lack of responding, he nodded your head for you. “Is that a yes?” You managed a yes through your squished cheeks. “Good.” Taking the medicine he let go and headed to the living room. After a moment you follow suit. He was putting his shirt back on, along with his gear. “Wait- you should rest.” You protest, you hate the thought of him not making it home safe. “I can handle myself, lady.” With that he put on his jacket and helmet. Opening a window he looked at you “don’t forget, you snitch, I’ll find you.” His voice modulated. As quick as he came he was gone. In the silence you just stared at the window questioning everything. There was something different about him. As scary as he was part of you hoped he’d come back.

You brought him to your home, your safe space, a place he would start to visit often and just maybe call it his own.

Got motivated to do a quick sketch, had to hide the hands by cropping the photo…😭

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ahfrickenfrick · 4 days

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everyone knows that the bats (mostly) aren’t powered, or invincible, but it’s hard to really get a grasp on it

with the way they all move and act in and even out of the field, it’s unnerving in a way. they all have a certain aura of otherworldly power, even the newer members

everyone of the original members of the league has had a run in with batman injured and in need of help, being the first few to earn the vulnerability and subsequently trust from the bats

when wally held dick’s limp body in his hands as he rushed him back to the base for the first time, feeling his best friends pulse stop between his arms and subsequently jostling the injuries more. he almost wasn’t fast enough, dick was out of commission for three months

or when roy was told of jason’s death, ollie had to hold the kid as he scream cried for a friend and the life his friend never got to live, even though they were just joking the other day about how nothing could touch the bats

with kon still not 100% understanding his powers, and understating tim’s calcium intake, felt the bone crush in tim’s arm underneath his touch during a training exercise. it takes years for kon to trust himself again

jon and damian fought a lot, and damian was as stubborn as jon was determined. both are young when damian tells jon to not treat him ‘fragile’ and it ends with damian in the infirmary, and jon shaking and crying, telling his father he needs to put himself into a kryptonite prison for doing so

jefferson being the leader of the outsiders and understanding that, but it still being hard to grasp with both cass and duke. both are strong, and often taken for granted, but that makes them more powerful, enhanced it enough that when they both get knocked down by the villain of the week it’s really startling

and it’s a cycle that never ends, everyone seeing the bats as godly, and then inevitably losing it and freaking out when it’s revealed that they bleed like anyone else

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cobbleztone · 2 months

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I got a dc Headcanon:

Lex Luthor makes a nasty remark about Tim Dating Bernard on twitter, so all the bats show up to a Gala that Lex will be at, but they all brought a gay partner/friend as a plus one

Dick brings his gay best friend/male lover Wally West (he is dating Kori and Wally, he has two hands) and makes certain to flirt with him whenever Lex is in earshot

Jason brings his husband Roy and their daughter Lian and makes certain to kiss Roy whenever Lex is near

Tim brings Bernard and Kon for obvious reasons

Damien brings his best friend Jon, and they both wear pride flag ties

Cass and Stephanie go as a couple and are holding hands all night

Bruce invites Oliver Queen, and both wear pride flag capes to the event

Reporters Clark Kent and Lois Lane attend and wear Bisexual flag ties

Lex shortly after makes a statement that his Twitter account was hacked and that he is very pro lgbtq and he changes his Twitter icon to a rainbow for a year

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c-nstantine · 2 months

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Can't Keep My Hands Off You

Description: Inspired by a comment from @blckbarbiedoll

Warnings: Creampie, quickie, car sex

Word Count: 0.8k

Y/N smoothed her dress as she stared into her reflection in the mirror of her and Roy's shared apartment. This dress was different than her usual 'princess' style but it looked great on her nonetheless. While it was floor length, there was a slit in the silky material that ran up to her hip. That in combination with the corseted bodice that pushed up her breasts, she looked damn good. She had her hair done earlier that morning to install a long black lace front with a middle part.

"Damn, I am a lucky man," Roy whistled as he approached her from behind. He was practically ready to go outside of his bowtie being undone. His hands found her waist and lingered there as he pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"We look good," She said turning to him and fixing his tie. It had become a habit of theirs for her to do it.

"Maybe too good to go out?" Roy entertained lightly with a smirk. Y/N smacked his chest and rolled her eyes.

"Come on, we're going to be late," She pulled him by his coat sleeve and led him out the apartment door.

At first, Roy was concerned when Y/N told him to pull off into a dark alley just thirty minutes before they had reached their destination. He figured that she was sick or something but then she told him to get in the back seat. He used to pray for times like this when they started dating.

"No panties? You just wanted me to fuck you in the backseat," He said as she ground into his lap. The perk of wearing a dress with such a high slit is that it is easy to fuck in.

"Roy, please," She whined into his neck. Her lips pressed into his neck just above his collar to avoid staining. His hands slipped between them and he rubbed her pussy ever so slightly. His fingers just barely grazed her clit and she let out a small whine.

"Fuck, you're wet already," He groaned and tapped her thigh so that she would raise her hips. He made quick work of belt and zipper before sliding down his pants and boxers. His tip was dripping with precum and flushed red.

"If you ruin this dress, no sex for a week," She spoke as she lowered herself onto him making sure that neither of their fluids got on her dress. She let a loud sigh as she adjusted to his length.

"Yes, ma'am," Roy's grip on her hips tightened as he helped her ride him in the tight space. The car began to rock back and forth but neither of them could be bothered to care.

Y/N's hands gripped Roy's shoulders for support and sure every once in and while her head would bump the roof of the car but that was nothing to the pleasure that she was feeling. One hand left her hip and trailed down to her clit. Her pussy clenched tighter around him as he played with her clit bringing her more and more pleasure. He watched her mouth drop open forming a small 'o'.

"Roy, I'm gonna-" Her voice faltered as she approached her orgasm. Roy took control of her hips and did the work for her. Her moans got louder and louder as she came on his dick.

"Where do you want me?" Roy grunted while trying to keep himself together. He tried his best not to cum until she told him where. His neck and face were flushed red.

"Inside, baby, inside," She instructed him still slowly moving. She let out a whine as she felt his warm seed enter her. The two of their breathing turned into pants as they murmured 'I love you'. Y/N placed a long kiss on Roy's lips and smiled.

"I'll get the baby wipes," Roy spoke after a few moments of contentment. The two of them tried not to make this a frequent habit but as her father's daughter, it never hurt to be prepared.

"Hey, Dad," Y/N immediately greeted her father as they found him through the crowd of people in the venue. There was some classical music playing that made her feel like she was in Bridgerton.

"You look gorgeous as always, Y/N, even if you're an hour late. Roy," Bruce hugged his daughter and just eyed Roy as he normally does.

"Hi, Mr. Wayne," Roy waved from behind Y/N. He didn't know when he would get over his fear of Bruce. Every time he got close, he remembered that Bruce was also Batman.

"It's called being fashionably late. I'll go start my rounds with the old people." Y/N said before disappearing into the crowd of people with her shimmering dress. Roy watched as her hips swayed side to side and she blew him a kiss before conversing with some old billionaire.

"The next time you two are 'fashionably late', you might want to make sure she doesn't leave any marks on you," Bruce placed on hand on Roy's shoulder and pulled him closer. Roy's face flushed red as he reached for the right side of his neck as he remembered what Y/N did to his neck.

"Yes, sir," He spoke quickly and looked down to his shoes. He's really got to learn to resist Y/N.

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