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Hello There - Jon Kent x Reader

Requested by Anon -  hello! i love your works, you are an excelent writer :D! Can i request an one shot were batsis (from fitting in) and jon fall in love? she highkey deserves a fairy tale romance and i think bruce and damian reactions would be very funny haha

Requested by Anon -  I know you basically just finished one big Jon x reader, but do you think could please make another fic or headcannon with him? It could about anything you choose. 👉🏼👈🏼 (P.S. - it's been said already but I'll say it again; WILIF is m a s t e r p i e c e ✨)

Author’s Note - This took me a year to write. Happy Holidays!

***

You bit your lip as you left your biology lab and headed outside to the sprawling campus of Metropolis University. The air was crisp and fresh as it always was late autumn. It was warmer in Metropolis than it was in Gotham. You theorized it was because the sun shined more here. 

Your phone beeped. Your next class wasn’t for another hour and you planned to use this time to finish your paper for Medieval Literature. A sigh escaped you. You pulled out your phone, looking at it as you walked. 

‘Are you coming home this weekend?’ You held back an eye roll. Your father couldn’t leave you alone, could he?

‘No, I have plans here. I’ll be back in a month for winter break.’ You looked up to avoid walking into a group of women exiting the library. A smile pulled at your lips. You could show him your medieval lit paper then. Your plan was to write how Beowulf's preoccupation with glory led to the current glorification of superheroes. The look on Bruce’s face would be priceless.

It took him a long time to answer to the point where you were expecting a call from him. However, you only got another text. ‘Be safe.’

You snorted, smiling. That was as close to I love you that Bruce Wayne got. ‘Love you, Dad.’

Just as you hit send, you ran straight into what felt like a brick wall and toppled back to land hard on your butt. The jolt went straight through your bones painfully. You grunted. “I’m so sorry,” a male voice said. A hand appeared in your vision. You eyed it.

“No, I’m sorry. I was texting and walking.” You took the hand after a moment and got to your feet. Your butt hurt a lot. It was going to bruise. You finally looked at the man you ran into. Your breath vaporized from your lungs. 

He had the prettiest blue eyes with rich black hair. His smile was big, head tilted like a curious puppy. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling back at him. “Are you hurt?” He kept your hand a second too long. You felt your face burn. 

“No, I’ll be fine.” You pulled your hand away and brushed off your clothes. He looked familiar for some reason. “Have we met before?”

It was his turn to blush as he flicked his head to get the hair out of his eyes. “We’re in the Physics of Star Trek class together.” You bit your lip. Right, that class you took because Tim saw it when you were picking classes and begged you to take it for him. At least it counted as a general course and to be honest, it was pretty cool.

“Oh, you were the one who tried to argue that Superman’s laser eyes were basically the same concept as Star Trek’s phasers.” You shook your head. “Who would have thought that would cause a debate that took the entire class period?”

“I know, right?” He grinned brightly, shifting on his feet. “Well, I was about to get some food from the cafeteria? Would you like to join me?” 

You thought about the work you were going to do, but then you remembered how you promised Alfred that you would try to enjoy yourself. “Sure,” you said, turning to walk beside him. “What was your name again? I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” Luckily, Bruce let you enroll under your mother’s name to keep you safe from the dangers that came with the Wayne name.

“I’m Jon Kent.” He held the door to the cafeteria for you. “It’s nice to meet you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” 

You laughed, heading inside with Jon right behind you.

***

The next day in the Star Trek class, you found Jon sitting next to you with that same dopey, puppy grin on his face. Your heart fluttered when his arm brushed against yours by accident as he raised his hand to start another controversial debate. Jon got a kick out of it. You felt it was some kind of inside joke for him. Maybe he’d explain it to you some day.

After class, Jon walked out with you. “So that was my last class for today. What about you?” he asked, looking at you with his full attention. 

“Oh, well it’s the last class for me too.” You smiled when you saw his eyes sparkle at your words.

“Great!” He blushed when he realized he was shouting. His voice softened. “Would you like to go downtown with me? It’s student night at the movie theater. Five dollar tickets.” He chuckled nervously. “The new Transformers movie came out or if you wanted to see something else, I’m game.”

You eyed him, feeling lighter than air. Why did this feel so surreal? Like you were in a movie and this was a classic romance. “Sure.” Your heart skipped a beat when he practically exploded with energy. 

“Awesome!” He hopped over a crack in the sidewalk. You swore he floated for a second before he landed. 

“I want to drop my stuff off first, so I’ll meet you outside Gnanatti Hall in a half an hour?” You turned away from him, headed toward your dorm. 

“Yeah! I’ll see you there.” Jon waved happily at you. You waved back, blushing when you saw people were watching you two. A girl laughed with her friends that Jon was like a lovesick puppy. You felt a wave of doubt flow through you. Could Jon like you like that? You shrugged, deciding not to focus on that right now. 

***

Your roommate lounged on their bed, watching you primp yourself in the mirror. “You have a date or something?” 

“Maybe? I don’t know.” You shrugged, finishing the last touches on your makeup. It did feel like a date, didn’t it? “I just want to look good anyway in case.”

“Well, if you need the room, just text me. I can go hang out with Taylor in her room, but just don’t be all night,” your roommate said, getting up to grab their laptop. 

You wrinkled your nose. “I don’t think it will come to that.” Your heart sank about the idea of being so loose. Besides, you didn’t think Jon was just trying to get into your pants anyway. “But thanks.”

“Sure.” Your roommate opened their laptop and started working on homework. You gathered your purse and phone. “Call me if you need an out.”

“Thanks.” You waved at them and headed out. To think, your dad almost insisted on paying for a private room, but you wanted to have the full experience. Alfred agreed with you. Bruce couldn’t do anything after that. 

You glanced at your phone as you headed down the stairs to see a text from Damian. It was a photo of Titus. You sent him a heart back and told him to give him a pet for you. Damian always reached out with Titus as an excuse as if he couldn’t handle missing you himself.

Jon was outside the dorm, bouncing from foot to foot. He grinned when he saw you, nervous energy bouncing off him. You waved and went to meet him. “You look beautiful,” he said, eyes going from your feet to your face several times. 

“Thanks.” Your cheeks burned. “You don’t look bad yourself.” Jon blushed and offered you his arm. “Are we walking or taking the bus?”

“I was thinking we could walk. It’s a nice day.” Jon led you down the sidewalk and off campus. You relaxed, letting yourself enjoy.

***

“So I didn’t think you’d be an ice cream person?” Jon teased as he handed you a cone. You smiled, accepting it.

“Who isn’t an ice cream person?” You took a lick, savoring the taste. It reminded you of the rare times your dad would pick you up from school. He always took you out for ice cream after you swore not to tell Alfred. 

Jon hummed, taking his own cone. “Lactose intolerant people.” He chuckled, holding the door to the ice cream shop for you. You stepped out into the cold night air. The person inside the shop thought you both were strange for getting ice cream on a chilly night, but Jon was so excited. You couldn’t say no. “My mother doesn’t like it because it’s too cold.” 

“Really?” You laughed. “To be honest, my...” You had to think about what to call Alfred. Butler came with it’s own impressions. You didn’t want Jon to know. “Grandfather doesn’t like ice cream either, but he always keeps some around for everyone else.” 

“So you have a grandfather?” Jon nudged your side. “Did he raise you?”

You raised an eyebrow at him. The two of you walked slowly back toward campus. “Somewhat. My dad was there too, but my grandfather was the one who was always there.” You smiled, making a note to yourself to call Alfred. “What about you?” You side eyed him with a playful smirk. 

“Well, I have a mom and a dad.” He didn’t meet your eye. You caught the slight downturn of his lips. He was holding back something. “I’m not close to my mom’s dad, but I know my dad’s mom pretty well.” 

You wrinkled your nose slightly, sensing his discomfort. “I never asked what your major was.” 

Jon accepted the subject change with a smile. Funny, was Jon hiding his family like you were hiding yours? “Oh, I’m undecided right now. I have a lot of interests.” He nudged your arm and licked his ice cream. “What about you?”

“I’m majoring in business,” you said, smiling at him before taking a lick of your ice cream. “But I might just switch my major over to classics and minor in something else. I want to do something that interests me instead of what will make me a career.” You bit your lip. Of course, you were set for life simply because of your father. You knew it was a privilege. 

“Classics?” Jon blinked. “Wow, that makes a lot of sense.” 

You elbowed his side. “What is that supposed to mean?” You narrowed your eyes at him while he smirked.

“I just meant I noticed you were carrying a textbook of Greek lit when we met, so now it makes sense.” Jon took a lick of his ice cream. “I kinda thought you were an Amazon or something.” 

You snorted. “Just because I study Greek lit doesn’t mean I’m an Amazon. Are you an alien just because you are in the Star Trek class?” You laughed when Jon choked.

“No.” He chuckled nervously, stumbling over a crack in the sidewalk. You grabbed his arm to steady him. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Sorry if I hit a nerve there.” A flash of guilt filled you. You wondered why he seemed so taken back by your comment? 

“No, you’re fine.” Jon looked at you. “You just took me by surprise, I guess.” He smiled. “By that logic, would the whole class be Aliens including you?” 

“I suppose.” You laughed, finishing your ice cream as you both reached campus. “We should bring that up in class next time.”

Jon laughed hard. You liked the sound of his laugh. It was so open and free. You and Jon kept walking past your dorm hall and doing loops around campus, not wanting the night to end.

***

Weeks past, you and Jon were inseparable. You did your homework together, went to movies, had lunch and dinner together and a billion other things. If this was what falling in love was, you enjoyed it. 

Two days before you were going home for winter break, you and Jon were at the Metropolis Mall. It was a huge place and you had to take two buses to make it there. The entire mall was blaring Christmas music and decorated to the nines. Jon was bouncing on his toes like an eager child. You were glad that you had already gotten his gift. He was too excited to not notice if you picked up something for him here. 

“So where should we go first?” Jon asked, reaching to take your hand. You smiled at how warm his hand was in yours. It had gotten colder in Metropolis the last few weeks, but Jon was always warm. You don’t know how he did it. 

“I don’t know. I need something for Cass, my sister.” You bit your lip. Jon squeezed your hand, pulling you along toward the Cinnabon. “What about you? I mean, besides Cinnabon for yourself?” 

“Cinnabon for you too,” Jon chuckled, getting in line. “We need food before we walk around this place anyway.” He squeezed your hand again. “I need to get something for my mom and dad.”

You hummed, distracted by three kids running by. They were clearly high on sugar as their parents chased after them. “This is so strange. We never went to malls when I was growing up.”

“Well, you did live in Gotham. Do they even have one?” Jon teased, letting go of your hand to slid his arm around your waist. 

“They do. We just never went.” You avoid telling him how Alfred thought it was an indecent place and refused to allow you to go there. The first time you went was when you were sixteen with friends. So far, you avoided mentioning you were from the Wayne family. Cass was the only name you dared to voice. 

“We came every year. My mom loves the decorations.” Jon blushed slightly. “Plus we always went holiday shopping for my dad together.”

You smiled, leaning your head against Jon’s shoulder. “That sounds nice. My family didn’t really have any traditions except for Christmas dinner and presents afterwards.” 

“That’s kinda sad.” Jon rubbed your back. You got to the front of the line and Jon ordered for both of you. It’s amazing how well he knew you in such a short amount of time. Then again, you knew him quite well too, which is why you slipped the clerk your credit card before he could give his. “Hey, I got this.”

“Nah, my treat.” You winked up at him, taking the card back once it was processed. “Besides, you need to save your money for nice things for your parents.” 

The two of you got your drinks and cinnamon rolls and sat down at one of the tables. “Are you sure you have to go back to Gotham?” Jon asked, frowning slightly. 

“Yeah, I promised my family. They’re even coming to pick me up.” You blushed as you tried to take a bite of the cinnamon roll, but it was too big. Jon just went into his, getting frosting on his nose. You laughed, reaching over to wipe it off with your finger. 

“So I’ll get to meet them?” Jon asked once he swallowed, smiling when you licked the frosting off your finger. You froze.

“Maybe not.” You bit your lip. “I’d rather they not know about you yet. Keep you to myself.” Your heart sank when you saw his face fall. “Not that I’m trying to hide you or something, it’s just my family is overbearing. I want us to be just us until we add them in. Don’t want to scare you off.” You laughed, smoothing it over.

The sparkle came back to Jon’s eye. “Really?” He took another big bite of his cinnamon roll. “You’re just going to have to go for it, (Y/N).” He nodded to your roll.

You sighed, picking it up and taking a big bite. Frosting got all over your chin and nose, but the taste was worth the mess. Jon reached over to wipe frosting off your face with his finger, copying what you did to him. It made you laugh. Your laughter triggered his too and soon the people around you stared wondering what you two were laughing about.

***

It took several walks around the mall for Jon to find a present for his parents. You finally convinced him to get one of those engraved glass figures. He gave the man a photo of the two of them, and you had to wait an hour for it to be processed. 

Meanwhile, you looked for a present for Cass. She was the hardest to shop for. Jon gave his opinion and eventually found you a super soft sweater that you knew Cass would love. 

“So we got another half an hour until the glass thing is done.” Jon put his hands in his pockets. He held his elbow out, so you could hook your arm in his. “What should we do?”

“I don’t know.” You laughed, leaning against his arm. “We could...” You frowned when Jon suddenly stopped, tilting his head to the side as if he was listening to something. “You okay?” 

“Yeah.” He smiled, pulling away from you. “I just need to use the bathroom real quick.” He blushed and ran back the way you came. You watched him go. It was very odd. He never did something like that before except for the time you maybe got him too excited. 

You walked over to a coffee place and ordered yourself and Jon a coffee. You heard the girls’ behind the counter talking about a bank robbery stopped by the young sexy Superman. They must be talking about Conner. You met him once at the manor when he stopped by for Tim. He was very cute and knew he was. Actually, you were sure he was probably the only non-family hero you met. Dad always made sure you were kept out of the way of his night work.

“Hey, I’m back,” Jon said suddenly, appearing behind you. He was out of breath, hair disheveled. 

“You didn’t have to run back so fast.” You reached up to adjust his hair. Jon blushed slightly, eyes widening. “I got us coffee.” 

“Cool.” He smiled sheepishly, picking up the order once they called your name. He handed you your cup. “Thanks babe.”

You raised an eyebrow at the new nickname before you decided you liked it. “Now what should we do?” You hooked your arm with his and led him away. 

“I think we should check out that arcade.” Jon pointed across the way to the brightly lit arcade. “Let’s see what we can do.”

“Alright, but I’ll warn you. I’m pretty good at these.” You nudged his side, laughing when he looked at you in surprise.

“Really? Oh please, I’d like to see that.” He smirked. The two of you wandered inside. You kicked his butt at every single game you played.

***

“(Y/N)!” You jerked awake only to see your disgruntled roommate hovering over you. “Your boyfriend is here. Can you tell him to only come at decent hours next time?” They went back to their bed. 

“Sorry.” You yawned, sitting up to glance at your clock. It was six in the morning. You were supposed to get up in an hour to pack and meet Alfred at eight in the parking lot. Climbing out of bed, you slipped on a pair of slippers and shuffled out of your dorm room to find Jon standing nervously in the hallway. He was fully dressed for the day. Probably doing his morning jog that he told you he did every morning. “What’s up?”

“Hey.” Jon looked you up and down, smiling at your pajamas before taking your hand and guiding you down to the lounge. It was empty at this hour. “I wanted to see you before you left.” 

“Jon, we said goodbye last night.” You squeezed his hand, taking a seat on the couch. He sat down right beside you. His thigh brushed against yours. You yawned again, noticing he was wearing the sweatpants you got him. 

“I know, but I had to give you my present.” You blinked at him.

“You gave me a lovely bath bomb set, Jon. I can’t wait to use it when I get home.” Leaning over, you kissed his cheek. “You don’t need to get me anything else.” 

Jon shook his head. “No, I needed to get you something more meaningful. I talked to one of my friends last night. He told me I was an idiot to give the girl I love bath bombs.” He blushed so red that his face rivaled the poinsettia in the corner of the room. 

Your jaw dropped. “Love?” Your mouth went dry, heart spasming. “You love me?”

Jon nodded. “I do.” He smiled shyly, taking your hand in his. “I couldn’t let you go without telling you.” 

“I’m coming back, you know.” You laughed nervously. “But I love you too, Jon.” You met his eye, seeing the joy sparkling in his eyes. Slowly, you leaned over to seal a kiss to his lips. Jon melted into you, his arms wrapping around you to pull you against his chest. He was so warm. 

Jon started laughing. You giggled along with him, pulling away to gather yourself. Your lips tingled from the pressure. “I wanted to give you this,” Jon said, swallowing back his laughter as he pulled a jewelry box out of his pocket.

“You didn’t have to.” He placed the box in your hand.

“Open it.” Those puppy dog eyes were on full power and you opened the box. Inside was a golden necklace with a tiny star pendant. 

A big smile pulled onto your lips as you took it out, noting the tiny designs etched in the star. “Wow.” You took a deep breath. “Can you put it on me?” You turned, handing Jon the necklace. 

“Of course.” Jon chuckled. His fingers feather-light on the back of your neck. “I’m glad you like it.” He kissed the back of your neck once he closed the clasp. “I wanted something you could remember me by while you’re at home.”

“It’s not like you won’t be able to call or text me.” You turned to face him, touching the necklace. It made your skin tingle when he gave you that puppy dog grin. “It’s only three weeks. I’m coming back a week before everyone else to set up my internship at the Metropolis Library Archives.” 

Jon leaned forward and stole another kiss. “You’re so smart and beautiful. I can’t believe I met you sometimes.” 

You smiled into the kiss, pulling away when you caught the time on the wall clock. “I have to get ready to leave.” It hurt to stand up, knowing you wouldn’t see him for three weeks. “But we’ll text.” 

“We can even zoom call too.” He got up, frowning slightly. “I love you.” 

“I love you.” You took a step toward him. Jon wrapped his arms around your waist. You pressed against him as you slowly kissed him one last time.

***

It surprised you when you got a text from Dick telling you he’d meet you in the parking lot. You went out with your bags, slightly confused. Alfred said he was going to pick you up. Worry nibbled it’s way inside you. Was Dad hurt? Was someone dead? You hated your family sometimes. It was very much like them to not tell you something like that until you had to find out.

Dick leaned against the car with his arms crossed, looking around the campus with interest. You noticed two women were eyeing him, checking him out from afar. You had to hold back the eye roll. 

He perked up when he saw you. “Hey kiddo.” He opened his arms for you. You reluctantly gave him a hug. “It’s been too long.”

“Who’s hurt?” you asked. You felt him wince in your arms. 

“Why does someone need to be hurt?” Dick pulled away and took your bags to put in the trunk. You noticed he must have borrowed one of Bruce’s cars. It was the Porsche. Dick basically had a claim over that one. 

“Because Alfred was going to come pick me up, and the only reason for Alfred to not be here is if he’s needed elsewhere.” You frowned, narrowing your eyes at him when he closed the trunk and allowed you to see him again. He bit his lip, running a hand through his hair.

“Okay, you caught me.” He held up his hands. “Bruce may have taken a bad fall during a recent ski trip.” Your eyes widened. That was code for broken bones or more. You swallowed hard.

“Is he okay?” You asked, a lump forming in your throat. Dick gestured for you to get into the car. You did and he quickly joined you.

Dick turned on the car, turning up the heat. “He had a bad fall when he was chasing Firefly the other day. Broken leg, concussion, and some internal bleeding. He’s fine now though, just has to recover. Alfred needed to stay home to make sure he actually rests.” Dick patted your hand. “Don’t worry, kiddo.”

You felt tears burn in your eyes, but you blinked them away. Dick’s hand squeezed yours. “Why can’t you guys tell me these things?” 

“We didn’t want to worry you during finals.” Dick leaned over to kiss your temple. “Bruce asked us not to.”

“Jerk.” You crossed your arms. Keeping your gaze forward, you thought about Jon and felt the weight of the necklace around your neck. You suddenly felt better. “Well, I guess I appreciate that.” 

“I did disagree with him, but he didn’t listen.” Dick pulled into traffic. His hand stayed on yours. “How was school?” He grinned, switching subjects. “I heard you changed your major.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Yeah, I finally decided to do it.” You sighed. “School is fun. The people are nice.” 

Dick hummed, glancing at you as he got onto the freeway. “I’m glad you’re doing what makes you happy.” He squeezed your hand. “Now tell me everything.”

You began to tell Dick things, but avoided mentioning Jon. He was your secret for now. The last thing you wanted was your family to find out about him. 

***

Jon floated above the city, depressed. He laid out on his back, looking up at the sky with his cape floating below him. His fingers itched to grab his phone to text you, but he stopped himself. “Give her a chance to get home,” he mumbled to himself. “Don’t want to be clingy.”

He heard an burglary alarm in the south side. Flipping around, he zoomed to that end of town and flew right into the jewelry store to grab both robbers and bring them outside. Then he grabbed some chains from the back of a nearby pickup and tied them to the light post. Both robbers blinked in confusion before swearing at him. Jon just smiled at them and flew away. 

He did several more good deeds before sitting on top of the Daily Planet. Closing his eyes, he focused on the sound of your heartbeat. Your heartbeat was unique. He remembered when he first heard it in class with you. Then he was lucky enough to actually meet you. 

“Jonathan Kent, what are you doing?” Lois Lane said, coming out of the Planet’s roof door. “Aren’t you supposed to be studying for your last final?” She pulled her jacket tighter around her. Jon got to his feet, blushing. 

“I wanted to take a break.” He smiled sheepishly. It’s not like Lois knew what he was doing. He made sure to keep you his secret. The last thing he needed was the famous Lois Lane and Clark Kent to scare you off. 

Lois hummed, narrowing her eyes at her son. “Right.” She reached to adjust the cape on his shoulders. “Well, Damian stopped by and told us we’re invited to the Manor for Christmas. With his injuries, the family wanted more people around to keep Bruce occupied.”

“Oh yeah, he told me about that when we met up the other night,” Jon said, remembering Damian mentioning that before he told him off for only giving you bath bombs. Lois narrowed her eyes. “It wasn’t long. There was just a concern with Kid Amazo or I guess Man Amazo now?” He chuckled. 

“Well as long as you pass your finals.” Lois crossed her arms, smiling at her son. “I haven’t seen you in a while. You missed all our family dinners.” 

Jon blushed and glanced over his shoulder. He spent those days with you. “Sorry, Mom. I’ll be there this week.”

“Of course.” She reached up to brush a strand of hair off his forehead. “Now you better go study before the world explodes again or something.” 

“Yes, Mom.” Jon kissed her cheek. He floated up into the air. “Tell Dad I said hi and that I’ll see him at dinner this week.” 

“Tell him yourself.” Lois waved as Jon flew off into the city. He headed back to Metropolis U, wishing you were there to study with him. Maybe he could text you now? You had to be home by now, right?

***

“Wow, Dad. You’re in bed. I thought you never used it,” you teased, stepping into his bedroom with a big smile of relief. Dick said he was okay, but you couldn’t relax until you saw him with your own eyes. 

Bruce grunted, setting his paper down. He was sat up against the pillows with his cast covered leg propped up. “Har, har.” A hint of a smile pulled on his lips as you came over to him and sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m glad you’re home.”

“Merry Christmas, Dad.” You kissed his cheek and took his hand. It was rougher than it used to be. More nicks and calluses. 

“How was school?” He squeezed your hand, studying you with that vigilant gaze you used to hate when you were younger. Now you enjoyed it. It was the way he showed he cared. However, his eyes lingered on your necklace and suddenly you changed your mind about that. 

“Good. Aced all my classes and changed my major officially. I’ll go for classics with a minor in linguistics instead.” You shrugged your shoulders as you reached up to hide the necklace in your shirt. 

Bruce hummed. “Good, I want you to do what you want.” He squeezed your hand again before wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. “I’m proud of you.” 

Your heart warmed. “Thanks Dad.” You eyed his cast. “How long will you be out?” 

“Six weeks.” He frowned. “But the boys and Cass have it covered. No need to worry.” He rubbed your shoulder. “Now do you have that paper you wanted me to read?”

You smirked, pulling it up on your phone. “Yeah, I do. Aced it, and it sealed my internship with the Metropolis Library Archives too.” You handed him your phone. Bruce started reading, snorting at the title. All you did was pray Jon didn’t text you while Bruce was looking at your phone.

***

Days later, Jon was laying on his bed in his parents’ apartment. His phone was in his hands. You were about to call him. It took a while to schedule a time. You said your family was nosy. Then again, so was Jon’s, but luckily Clark just left for the watchtower. Out of range. 

Your ringtone echoed in his room. He grinned, answering it. “Hey beautiful,” he whispered when he heard his mother turn on the shower. He relaxed, knowing he was in the clear.

“Hey yourself, handsome.” You laughed. Jon’s heart ached at the sound of your voice. “How are you?” 

“Good. Just finished family dinner. Now I’m in my room.” Jon stretched his legs, eyeing the old Overwatch poster on his wall. “At my parents’ place.”

“I figured.” You sighed. He heard you moving around on your end. “Well, home has been interesting for me.” 

“Really, why?” Jon put an arm behind his head. 

“My family is a little crazy.” A dog barked in the background. “Okay, Titus. Come on in.” A door opened and closed. “Sorry, my dog wants to be in my room with me. He gets attached.” 

Jon smirked. “Titus huh? Can I see him?” 

“Maybe when we zoom call tomorrow? I’m not presentable.” You coughed. “I have to go with my brother to a party and I’m getting dressed.” 

“Ooo,” Jon bit his lip, daring to ask the question. “Can you send me a picture of what you’re wearing?”

You hummed. He heard you brushing your hair. “I can, it’s a nicer party. My dad can’t go, so I didn’t want my brother to go alone.” You laughed. “You can’t make fun of what I’m wearing though.” 

“Never.” Jon imagined what you could be wearing. He had to shake his head to stop the dirty thoughts. “Whatever you wear is beautiful.” 

You laughed again. Jon couldn’t get enough of the sound. “You charmer.” You sighed softly. “Promise you won’t laugh or make a joke?”

“I promise with all my heart.” Jon pulled the phone away from his ear when it buzzed with a text from you. His breath caught in his throat. You were drop dead gorgeous. Jon’s mouth went dry. He coughed hard. “Woah, babe. You’re stunning.” 

“Thanks.” Your voice sounded faint “At least you won’t have to worry. My brother will keep people away from me.” 

“Thank goodness.” Jon sighed in relief, zooming in on the photo to look at your face. You were blushing. “I was worried I’d have competition.” 

“Like any of them would stand a chance.” You blew a kiss into the phone when a voice echoed in the background. Jon swore he heard a familiar ‘TT’ in the background. He shook his head, must be imagining things. You didn’t have anything to do with Damian Wayne. “I got to go. Let’s zoom call tonight, okay?” 

“Okay.” Jon grinned as he saw you were wearing his necklace too. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” You hung up the phone quickly just as another voice spoke up. Jon set his phone down and relaxed. He eventually fell asleep, dreaming of you in that beautiful outfit. 

***

“TT, what is with the necklace?” Damian demanded as he handed you a drink. The two of you were at the Wayne Foundation Christmas Fundraiser. Since Bruce was out, you and Damian were forced to attend in his absence. 

“What?” You blinked, taking the drink before glancing down at Jon’s necklace. It matched your outfit. You hoped he wouldn’t notice anything about it. 

“The star?” Damian nodded toward it as he sipped his drink. “It’s cheap.”

You wrinkled your nose, grabbing your necklace in your fist. “It’s not cheap. I happen to like it.” You let go of the necklace and flicked his nose. Damian narrowed his eyes dangerously at you. “Knock it off.” 

A few businessmen approached. You and Damian dropped your conversation. Damian mumbled under his breath, but you talking over him. Soon the men moved on, leaving you and Damian alone again. 

“You smile more than you used to.” Damian crossed his arms, rolling his shoulders in his nice Armani tux. “It’s disturbing.” He took a drink of the champagne, wrinkling his nose at the taste. 

“Just because you rarely smile doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t.” You rolled your eyes, watching the people start to dance not so far away. It was only a matter of time before someone came over to ask for a dance. “I’m enjoying school, Damian. Nothing else.”

Damian hummed. He tensed when he saw Bambi King striding over with her eyes on Damian as if he was a delicious piece of steak. You smirked at him, panic brightening his eyes. “Dance with me now.” He grabbed your hand and dropped his drink on a waiter’s tray. 

“Okay, okay.” You laughed, stumbling after him. “You don’t want to be devoured tonight, huh?”

Damian spun you in his arms and started to waltz. “Stop it or I’ll call Zeke what’shisname over.” 

You just laughed, dancing with your brother. “How about two more dances and we ditch this place?”

“Excellent.” He spun you around and brought you back to him. “We showed our faces.”

“Alfred will just be happy we stayed this long.” You winked at Damian, catching the sparkle in his eye. He was enjoying himself, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

***

You walked into the kitchen in your pajamas, yawning and giving everyone a lazy wave. It was Christmas Eve morning and the entire family was home. Most were already eating at the table. You stopped to kiss Alfred’s cheek as he flipped pancakes on the stove. “Thanks for breakfast, Alfred.”

“You’re welcome, Miss (Y/N).” Alfred nodded for you to go eat. You went to Bruce next and maneuvered around his elevated foot to kiss his cheek too. 

Bruce hummed, watching you as you took your seat next to Tim and across from Damian. Tim eyed you carefully. “What?” You asked Tim after he didn’t look away.

“You are the last to breakfast.” Tim looked around the table before looking back at you. Dick, Barbara, and Cass were chatting among themselves at the other end of the table, but Jason and Damian had their full attention on you. Bruce just went back to his paper, but you knew he was listening. 

You shrugged, helping yourself to pancakes and eggs. “I was up late.”

“Talking to someone,” Jason mumbled, smirking when you glared at him. “I heard you giggling when I came in last night.” You and Jon finally got to zoom call each other. It left you giddy, missing him so bad that it hurt.

“I was talking to one of my friends from school.” You kept your head down, knowing you were blushing. “I didn’t know that was a crime.”

Damian snorted. “Is that the person who gave you that cheap necklace?” 

Your hand shielded the necklace as if to protect it from his words. “Why are you so obsessed with my necklace? I bought it myself if you must know.” You took a bite of your pancake, suddenly losing your appetite. It was like you were reliving your high school years where your brothers tried to involve themselves in your social life. 

“Boys, leave (Y/N) alone,” Bruce said, folding up the paper to take a sip of his coffee. “Your sister is an adult and can talk to whoever she wants.”

“Thank you, Dad.” You smiled smugly at your brothers. Jon was still your secret, but you vowed to be more careful. Last thing you need was your brothers tracking down Jon to give him the ‘shovel talk’.

Tim hummed, poking at his food. “How did that Star Trek class go?” he asked after a moment. You laughed and easily fell into a conversation about the class. 

“Hey Bruce,” Dick said as he got up to get another pitcher of orange juice from Alfred. “Are the Kents coming to Christmas dinner?”

You almost choked on your pancake. Kents? “Yes, they are coming,” Bruce said as he poured more coffee into his cup. 

“TT, at least it will be somewhat enjoyable with Jon here.” Damian narrowed his eyes at Tim. “Even if we have to tolerate the clone.” Tim glared back at him, but didn’t reply. 

Meanwhile, you forced yourself to swallow your food. Your brain rushed at hundred miles per hour. Kents? Jon? Jon Kent? Could there be that many Kents? That many Jon Kents? The blood drained out of your face. You quickly took a sip of your drink to hide it, but Bruce noticed, frowning slightly as he watched you.

“The Kents are always well mannered. Perhaps some of it can rub off,” Alfred said pointedly as he added another plate of pancakes to the table. 

“We’re not that bad, Al.” Dick chuckled. Jason was looking at you too, eyebrow raised in concern. 

“Maybe Cass, (Y/N), and I aren’t, but you boys...” Barbara said, rolling her eyes.

You finished your glass and carefully set it down. Your hand was shaking so bad that it clattered against your plate. “(Y/N), are you alright?” Bruce whispered as Damian and Tim started arguing.

You licked your lips. “Are the Kents from Metropolis?”

Bruce raised his eyebrows. A hint of a smirk pulled at his lips. “They’re the Supers, sweetheart. Superman, Superboys, Lois Lane.”

“Superboys? Like more than one?” Your eyes widened. Suddenly flashes of Jon quickly leaving you with excuses of bathroom runs only to come back completely disheveled. How sometimes he seemed to almost float. The look on his face when you joked he must be an alien for being in the Star Trek class. You could be wrong, hoped you were.

Bruce chuckled softly. “Yes, Conner was the first and still is full time, Jon is the second, part time due to college.” Bruce took a sip of his coffee. His eyes studied you as the world’s greatest detective only could. “Jon goes to your school.”

Your stomach dropped to your feet. “Oh no.” You pressed your hand over your mouth and jumped out of your chair. The chair clattered to the ground as you ran out of the room to the nearest bathroom. 

Slamming the door behind you and locking it, you slid down to the floor. Your chest tightened. 

“How the fuck did I happen to meet Superboy and fall in love with him? Oh my god, I’m going to die. Jon’s going to die.” You pulled your knees into your chest. “How could I be so dumb? Why didn’t I pay more attention to other heroes?”

You touched your necklace, clutching the star so tightly that it embedded into your palm. 

A soft knock on the door made you flinch. “(Y/N), are you okay?” Cass asked softly. You reached up to open the door and motioned for Cass to come inside. She slipped in and quickly closed the door behind her. 

“Cass, I’m screwed,” you whispered softly, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the floor with you. You tensed when you heard the boys outside, loudly eavesdropping.

She blinked in confusion. Cass clicked her tongue, settling down beside you. “Why? You’re not pregnant.” 

“Of course you would know that.” You groaned and rested your forehead on your knees. “Damn it. I was so happy, but now I’m screwed because I’m so stupid and I didn’t even realize who he was.”

Cass hummed. She wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “You are dating someone?” You sighed, nodding your head. It was nice she could read you so well. You didn’t have to say anything. “The family won’t approve?”

“No.” You swallowed hard. A lump hard in your throat. “And they are going to find out so much sooner than I wanted.”

You watched her frown in thought before her eyes lit up. “Oh no.”

“Yes.” Tears filled your eyes. “It’s going to be so bad.” A sob slipped out of you. You pressed your hand against your mouth to silence it. 

Cass rubbed your back, kissing your temple. “We will get through this, but first you have to call Jon. He needs to know that you know and if he doesn’t know about you, then you need to tell him.”

“But then what? He’s going to be here tomorrow. I don’t know if I can act like I don’t know him.” You bit your lip hard to stop another sob. 

“No, but we can get allies.” Cass smirked. You looked at her confused, but she just hummed and pulled you into a tight hug. “Trust me.”

***

The kids at the children’s hospital laughed and waved as both Jon and Clark flew away. Jon had a permanent smile on his face. This was one of his favorite part of the holidays, being able to visit hospitals and children’s homes on Christmas Eve. It made their Christmas. His heart felt warm.

“Having a good time, son?” Clark asked once Jon and him were far above the city.

“Yeah, I love doing this sort of thing.” Jon wished you were here. He knew you would love this as much as he did. Closing his eyes, he listened for your heartbeat. It was still in Gotham and faster than normal.

“What’s wrong?” Clark asked, tilting his head to listen too. 

Jon swallowed hard, opening his eyes. “Nothing.” Maybe you were working out? Or just having some fun? He shouldn’t be worried. 

Clark hummed, studying Jon. “We should head home. Your mother probably has some cookies made already.”

Jon licked his lips. “Can’t wait.” Clark flew toward home, but Jon stopped when his phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket, almost dropping it when he saw it was you. Clark paused, watching Jon curiously. Jon smiled sheepishly before putting the phone to his ear. “Hello?”

“Hi.” You sounded off. Jon’s stomach dropped slightly. “I don’t know how to say this.” 

“Babe, are you breaking up with me?” Jon chuckled humorlessly. Clark flew a little closer, pretending that he wasn’t eavesdropping. Jon couldn’t find it in himself to care. 

“No, but it might be easier,” you muttered almost under your breath. That was like a knife in Jon’s heart. He felt so confused. “Jon, do you know who I am?”

Jon blinked, flinching slightly. Clark tensed at the sight. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), what’s going on?” Jon said. Clark’s eyes widened at the sound of your name. Jon frowned at Clark, wondering if Clark knew your name for some reason. Could have been from the internship you scored? Would Clark know about that?

You sighed. Jon heard someone talk to you. “Yeah, he doesn’t have a clue either. I’m not the only dumb one,” you said to them, voice fainter as if you covered the speaker of your phone. Jon clenched his hand around his phone. It took all he had not to just fly to you and demand answers. “Jon, do you really not know who my family is? Like at all?” you asked him again. 

“Your family doesn’t matter to me. I love you, damn it,” Jon snapped, blushing when his father face palmed. Why did he feel like he was missing something?

Something almost like a sob came from you. Jon tensed at the sound. “Jonathan Kent, my father is Bruce Wayne.” 

Time stopped. The blood drained out of Jon’s face. His phone slipped out of his hand. “Oh my god.”

The next thing Jon knew, he was sitting on a rooftop with his father talking to you on the phone. Jon tried to wet his mouth, pushing aside all the images of Damian and Bruce murdering him for dating their (Y/N). Damian mentioned you once or twice, but Jon never met you or even seen a photo of you before.

Jon watched his father blankly. He felt numb. How could he have been so dumb? All the signs were there. You even looked a bit like Damian when he thought about it. 

“I’m on board with your plan and I’ll update Jon once he recovers from the shock.” Clark chuckled, watching Jon with a teasing expression. “And it’s nice to finally meet you, (Y/N). Your father always spoke highly of you.”

Jon stumbled to his feet, reaching for the phone. Clark shook his head before hanging up the phone. “Jon, my sweet boy.” Clark pulled Jon into a hug. “I love you so much, but you get into so much trouble.”

“Are you saying that because I’m going to die tomorrow?” Jon mumbled, resting his chin on Clark’s shoulder. “I really love her, Dad.”

“I know.” Clark pulled back to look him in the eye. “We got a plan. You’re not going to start World War Three when Damian and Bruce whip out the kryptonite. (Y/N) is just as smart as her father bragged all these years.”

“Of course, she’s smart. She’s amazing.”  Jon grinned, thinking about you. “I can’t believe I was so dumb. I should have known.”

Clark chuckled, ruffling Jon’s hair. Jon groaned at the touch. “To be fair, I don’t think (Y/N) knew about you either.”

Jon sighed, taking his phone back and shoving it in his pocket. “So, do I get to know more about this plan?”

“We can discuss it when we get home.” Clark floated up into the sky. “I can’t wait to tell your mother.” He flew toward home.

“Hey!” Jon flew after him, but Clark just flew faster. “That’s not nice! At least let me tell her! Dad!” 

***

Later that day, you and Cass slowly recruited Barbara and Steph. Barbara was on board with little convincing, giving you a big hug. Steph on the other hand...luckily she was spending Christmas Eve with her mom.

“You’re dating Superboy?! Oh my god, oh my god. Damian’s going to freak! Can I be there when he finds out? Oh, please, please, please,” Steph shouted through the phone. You, Cass, and Barbara were in your bedroom, strategizing. 

“I mean you’ll be here tomorrow since your mom is working Christmas Day, so you’ll witness,” you said dully. Your heart pounded like a sledgehammer just thinking about it. Even with allies, you weren’t sure how it would go. You kept seeing Jon’s death, Damian losing his only friend all because of you. 

Cass clicked her tongue. She held her hand out for the phone. You handed it over before covering your face with your hands. Cass talked quietly with Steph. Barbara rubbed your back, giving you a sympathetic smile. 

“It’s okay.” Barbara whispered in your ear. “It’s all going to be okay.”

“How do you know that?” You looked up at her, tears burning your eyes. 

Barbara smiled. “When they see how happy you and Jon are, they’ll have to accept it. Damian loves you both. He wants you to both be happy. Bruce wants you to be happy.”

You groaned, flopping down on the bed. “I don’t know.” You grabbed your pillow and pressed your face into it. Barbara patted your knee. You always had a close relationship with her. She was the one who told you about the internship at the Metropolis Library Archives and the first one you told about getting it.

“You do know. Now stop moping, we got a plan to form.” Barbara pulled the pillow from your face. Cass hung up the phone and set it on your bedside table. “We need to get some of the boys in on this.” Barbara crossed her arms. 

Cass clicked her tongue again before leaving the room suddenly. You and Barbara shared a look. “I don’t know. The boys never keep things quiet,” you said after a moment. 

“True, but the more allies the better in this case.” Barbara smiled. “We’ll have to bring in Alfred for sure.” 

“I’ll tell him later. Alone.” You blushed. Alfred might have been your confidant when you were younger, but the idea of telling him about Jon...it made you wince. Alfred wouldn’t judge you though. 

Cass reentered the room with Jason and Tim behind her. Tim looked confused, sipping a cup of coffee while Jason seemed slightly concerned at the sight of you. You realized you still looked like a mess from all the tears you shed earlier. 

“Okay, what’s going on?” Tim asked sharply. Cass closed and locked the door behind them. Jason sat next to you on the bed, eyeing you carefully.

“We need you to be understanding and willing to support (Y/N),” Barbara said, glaring at Tim then Jason. “No matter what.”

“Don’t tell me you’re pregnant.” Tim ran a hand through his hair. “Because I don’t want to be anywhere near the manor when you tell Bruce.”

“I’m not pregnant. Why does everyone think that?” You blushed, wiping your eyes with your sleeve. 

Jason cleared his throat. “Well, that’s the running theory downstairs.”

Barbara rolled her eyes. “You’re all idiots.”

Cass held up a hand, silencing the room. “(Y/N), tell them.”

You hugged the pillow to your chest. Your blood turned to ice. If you felt this bad telling Tim and Jason, how was it going to be with Damian and Bruce. 

“We won’t judge you, (Y/N). We’re worried about you,” Jason said, putting a hand on your shoulder and squeezing gently.

“Honest. We’re here for you, even if you’re being a little overemotional,” Tim added, sipping his coffee. Cass punched his arm. Tim yelped in response.

You took a deep breath. “I’m dating Jon Kent.”

Silence followed. You glanced between Jason and Tim. Both were froze, eyes wide. Barbara smirked at the sight while Cass just rolled her eyes.

Finally, a chuckle escaped from Jason before spilling into full out laughter. He rolled off the bed, holding his stomach as if it would burst from the laughter alone. Tim slowly blinked and downed the rest of his coffee in one go.

“It’s not funny.” You nudged Jason’s side with your toe. 

“But it is.” Jason choked, still laughing. Barbara sighed, reaching down to pinch Jason’s ear. He yowled in pain as she drag him up and onto the bed. “Ouch, okay. Not funny.”

“How? Why?” Tim asked, setting his cup down before sitting on the other side of you. 

“I didn’t know it was him. We met at school, and fell in love.” You touched your necklace. Both of your brothers watching the movement. “It wasn’t until this morning when you all mentioned Superboy was Jon Kent that it hit me.”

Jason chuckled, holding up his hands when Barbara threatened his ear again. “So Bruce and Damian don’t know yet?”

“No, but we need you with us and to go with our plan.” Cass straightened, glaring at Tim and Jason. “For (Y/N).”

Tim sighed. “I’m always on your side...but I get to bring Kon in on this.” He smirked, nudging your side. 

“Kon already knows. We already informed Clark and Lois. They promised to tell him,” you said, smiling at Tim’s surprise. You turned to Jason. “Jay?”

Jason rolled his shoulders. “Well, I guess I can help, but I reserve the right to give Jon the shovel talk.”

You groaned while the others laughed. “Please no.” 

“Nope, I got to hold over my big brother rights.” Jason held up his hands. “Right, Tim?”

Tim shrugged. “I don’t care as much, but sure.”

You laid back on your bed, slapping a hand over your eyes as everyone laughed. It felt better, knowing that if you got through telling Jason and Tim, the rest will be not as challenging. At least you hoped.

***

When Jon landed outside of Wayne Manor on Christmas Day, he closed his eyes and found your heartbeat. Your heart was music to his ears. He grinned, running a hand through his messy hair to get it back to normal.

“He’s love sick already,” Kon chuckled, bumping Jon in the back as he jogged ahead to knock on the front door. Jon glared at him. 

“You’re not going to fool anyone for long,” Lois said, reaching up to fix Jon’s hair again. Jon groaned, gently pushing Lois’ hands away. 

“I’m not that bad, Mom.” Jon crossed his arms as the front door opened to reveal Damian Wayne himself. 

“TT, Kents.” He stepped aside let them in. “Father is in the den.”

“Thank you, Damian.” Clark and Lois headed toward the den, knowing the way. Kon was jogging up the stairs. Jon stayed next to Damian. 

Damian eyed Jon carefully. Jon swallowed hard, biting his lip. “So how are things?” Jon asked. Damian raised an eyebrow in response. Jon blushed. Lois was right, Jon wasn’t going to keep it a secret for long. He listened for you again. You were in the kitchen. It sounded like you were peeling potatoes.

“Good.” Damian stalked toward the den. Titus ran out of the kitchen, tongue wagging, tail thumbing as he jumped on Jon. Jon laughed, petting him. Damian pursed his lips. “Titus, down.”

Titus obeyed. “It’s okay. He’s a good boy.” Jon laughed when he heard your laugh from the kitchen. Everything in him wanted to go see you, but it would ruin the plan. 

Damian hummed and stalked off toward the den. Jon followed with Titus beside him. Bruce was in his armchair, his cast resting on a stool. The Kents were on the couch. The conversation was light. Bruce was even smiling slightly. Jon let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad?

“TT, Father, are you comfortable?” Damian went to Bruce and stood beside him. He folded his arms, glaring slightly. Jon blinked. Maybe Damian knew something was up? He swallowed hard and took a seat next to Clark. Jon’s stomach flip flopped. He felt like a bomb was ticking down in the room and he had to sit and wait for it.

After a few minutes of just the parents talking, Steph, Cass, Tim, Kon, and Jason walked into the room all together. They were all smiling oddly. Steph gave Jon a big wink. Jon flinched and blushed when he saw Damian’s frown at the sight. 

“Hey Mr. Lane,” Steph teased, taking a seat on the floor by the Christmas tree. “Mrs. Lane.”

Clark just hummed. Lois kissed his cheek. Cass joined Steph by the tree. Tim, Kon, and Jason sat on the other couch. Jason put his feet up and smirked over at Jon. Jon narrowed his eyes. He hoped they wouldn’t give it away. Damian was watching his siblings with suspicion already.

“Merry Christmas, everyone,” Alfred said. He stepped into the room with a tray of appetizers, coffee, and hot chocolate. Clark got up to help. 

“Aww, you must be (Y/N),” Lois said suddenly. Jon jumped to his feet, spun to find you behind Alfred with another tray. His heart fluttered as you smiled. You were wearing a red sweater that looked amazing on you. 

He shot forward to take the tray from you. “Let me help.” 

“Thank you.” Your eyes sparkled. Jon lost himself in them until someone cleared their throat. Your eyes widened along with Jon’s as you both turned to look at the rest of the family. Damian and Bruce were frowning while everyone else just smiled knowingly. 

“We’re dead,” you said under your breath, biting your lip as Damian tensed. Jon saw Damian connecting the dots. 

“Trust in the plan,” Jon whispered back. He walked over to set the tray on the coffee table. 

You stayed by the door. Jon took his seat again. Lois patted his knee and leaned closer. “You blew it, sweetheart,” she whispered. Jon swallowed hard.

Dick came in with a third tray with Barbara right behind him. He stopped when he saw you huddled by the door, Damian and Bruce’s stony expressions and everyone else’s knowing looks. “What’s going on?” Dick asked. Barbara hushed him.

Damian looked from Jon to you several times. Jon kept his eyes on you. He hated the scared look in your eye. Slowly, Jon stood back up. The room went silent as Jon walked back to you. 

“Let’s just do it. He’s going to figure it out in a sec anyway.” Jon took your hand. Your lips trembled, squeezing his hand like he was your lifeline. He kissed the back of your hand. He heard a few ‘aww’s and ‘ooo’s behind him.

“No...my sister?!” Damian snapped. Jon stepped slightly in front of you to take the hit of a hot coffee cup against his chest. It shattered. Jon felt the heat from the coffee soaking into his clothes. “You mean all this time?! That harlot you were talking about constantly was my sister?!”

Jon bit his lip. “Well, yeah, but to be fair, I didn’t know she was your sister.” He held up his hands as Damian grabbed another cup. Alfred clicked his tongue and took the cup from Damian’s grasp. The others were watching like it was the finale of their favorite series. Your entire body shook, pressing yourself against Jon’s back. 

“How didn’t you know?! Her name is (Y/N)?! You have seen her pictures?!” Damian stomped toward Jon. Luckily, Clark stepped into his path.

“Calm down, Damian. I can vouch that neither of them knew who each other were until yesterday,” Clark said, putting his hands on Damian’s shoulders.

“You’ve seen pictures of me?” you said to Jon, peeking over his shoulder. 

“I must have.” He bit his lip, racking his brain. Maybe? Then again, you were probably too beautiful in person that a photo wouldn’t have done you justice. He looked at Bruce. Bruce’s expression hadn’t changed. 

“Damian, I love her,” Jon said when Damian jerked away from Clark. Jon’s eyes flickered to Bruce. “Like a lot.”

You stepped out from behind Jon. “And I love him.” Slowly you walked past Damian and went to Bruce’s side. “You’re not mad, are you, Dad?”

Bruce looked at you. Jon swore he saw Bruce’s lips twitch. A lump formed in Jon’s throat. “Damian, relax. I understand this is a shock, but keep your head,” Bruce said, focusing on Damian before turning back to you. “As long as you’re happy and he treats you well, I will be fine.”

Damian crossed his arms, huffing before storming out of the room with Titus behind him. Jon watched him go and sighed. He knew Damian would need to cool off before he could patch things up. 

“Wait a minute? Did everyone know, but me?” Dick asked the room after he saw no one else was startled by the news.

“Sorry, Dickhead, but you can’t keep a secret,” Jason said, laughing when Dick pressed his hand against his heart like he had been shot. The tension eased in the room, everyone laughing and teasing. Everyone began to drink and eat. Alfred slipped out of the room and came back with a broom and dustpan to clean the glass on the floor.

Jon knelt down to hold the dustpan for him. “Thank you, Mr. Kent,” Alfred said. 

You appeared at Jon’s side. “We should change your shirt. It’s going to stain,” you said. Jon looked down. He grinned, having forgotten about it. 

“Probably.” He let you take his hand. Alfred raised an eyebrow as you both slipped out of the room. “You know this probably isn’t a good idea for us to go off by ourselves.”

“We’ll be fine.” You smirked at him, leading him upstairs and toward a bedroom he had never really noticed before. It was across from Damian’s. Jon felt so dumb. There was a sign with your name on the door. How could he not have noticed?

Your room was clean and was very much you. Jon hummed, stopping to look at the photos on your wall. Most were of the family, but there were a few with people he didn’t know. He wondered if you had a photo of him to put up now that the secret was out.

“Here.” You came from your closet with a shirt. “This is one of Dick’s old shirts that he gave me. I usually sleep in it, but...well, it’s clean.” You handed him the shirt. A slight blush came to your cheeks. “I’ll put your shirt to soak in my sink. We should be able to get the stain out if we act now.”

Jon took off his shirt, smirking when he caught you staring. “Thank, babe.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “I missed you.” You stepped forward and placed a kiss on his lips. Jon melted, drinking in your scent, the softness of your lips against his. Your hands rested on his chest. The warmth of your hands made him shiver.

“I missed you too.” Jon smiled, pulling away when he heard several heavy footsteps on the stairs. He heard them stop by Damian’s room to collect him. “I think your brothers are coming to give me the shovel talk.”

You groaned, rolling your eyes as you took his soiled shirt. He slipped on the clean shirt, loving that it smelled like the laundry detergent you always used. “I can’t stop them. I promised Jason and Tim that they could if we had their support.”

Jon bit his lip, listening to some chuckles from your brothers. “I’ll see you at dinner. Don’t worry.”

“I’m not.” You kissed his lips again just as your brothers knocked on your door. “They know I love you, so they wouldn’t kill you.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that.” Jon hugged you tight before letting you go. You sighed and opened your door. Jason looked gleeful, Tim seemed bored, Dick was worried, while Damian had a particular devious look about him. “So, I know you want to talk to me,” Jon said, sending you a wink. You frowned slightly. “But you’ll have to catch me first.” Jon ran toward your window, opening it smoothly and flying out. 

Over the shouts of your brothers, Jon heard you laughing. It was best sound he had ever heard and one he wanted to hear for all the Christmases to come.

#jon kent #jon kent x reader #jon kent imagine #superboy #superboy x reader #superboy imagine #dc comics imagines #dc reader insert #batfamily #batfamily imagine #batman #batman imagine #superman #superman x reader #superman imagine #batsis #christmas

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Superboy very delicately placing Batgirl on her feet. She scampered away like a cat and hid under her father’s cape. He flirted with her the entire time and this poor girl has no experience with that at all.

Y/n: daddy, is he gone?

Superboy: Dad?

Superman: *flying down* hey, nice job catching her, Kon.

Batman: *batman noises* *glares at Superboy*

Superman: Bruce?

Batman: thanks…, Superboy.

Superboy: my pleasure *smiles*

#superboy x batgirl!reader #batman x batgirl daughter!reader #bruce wayne x kidnapped daughter!reader #batfam x batsis!reader #konner kent x wayne!reader

[morgansunflower]

Meddling Brothers & Pregnancy Test 2/2

Kon-El(90s Superboy) X Batsis! Pregnant! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, and explicit language.

Words:1227

Requested by @infirebaby

Arthur's notes! Conner Kent is from young justice. Jordan and Jonathan are both in the story but are younger than Conner and Kon.

Kon and Y/N must now tell their family's about her pregnancy...

Kon and Y/N hold hands walking to his family's house. Like his lover he had brother's as well. His little twin brothers Jordan and Jonathan. As well as his twin Conner. Kon had asked for a family meeting.

The Kent's lived on a farm with a very large house.. That Y/N's father bought for them after Clark found out he bought the daily planet.

Y/N was grateful Kon already told them their in a relationship.. Kon had also told them they want to get married. Now they have to tell them she's pregnant. She was so nervous. Kon kissed her before they went in. Kon opens the door to be instantly hugged by his little brother's.

"Kon!" they excited greeted.

He ruffles their hair with a genuine smile "hey you little twerps"

They then look at Y/N, she smiled to them.

"hey Jon, hey Jordan" she greeted

"hey Y/N" Jordan said

"how'd you manage to get her?" Jonathan asked

Y/N began to laugh loudly, to which Kon rolled his eyes with a small smile. The twins hug their soon to be sister. Lois came into the room with Clark.

"Pa, Ma"

"hi Mr and Mrs. Kent" Y/N greeted

"oh Y/N. Call us Lois and Clark your family just as are all the Wayne's" Clark ensures her.

Conner walked in from the kitchen "hey little brother, hey Y/N"

"hi Conner" Y/N greeted

"hey I'm only younger by 3 minutes jerk" Kon defended

Moments later Y/N sat beside Kon in the family living room. Everyone looked at them as the pressure was on for them to tell them the news.

"Y/N and I uh.. We.." Kon looked at her as she gave him a confident smile "she's pregnant"

Everyone let a small excited shout. The youngest two boys fist bump each other mumbling yes. Clark smiled widely as did Conner having heard the heartbeats when she walked in.

Lois was nearly in tears overwhelmed "oh Kon.. Y/N that's wonderful"

As the young couple were congratulated on their news. Y/N knew telling her family was going to be so very difficult. Kon and Y/N stood outside the door to Wayne Manor. Kon takes a deep breath, he had to tell her.

"hey I know this is a lot if you want to leave--" he quickly cut her off taking her hands into his own

"it's.. It's not that at all I shouldn't even be dropping this on you right now.. You already have so much to carry, literally and figuratively. I just don't want you to worry and I'm.. I--"

"Kon it's OK just tell me"

"well when I haven't exactly been honest with you about the baby.. Sss" Kon admits worried with how she'll react.

"b-babies?! Twins? I'm pregnant with two baby's"

He nodded guilty "I wanted to tell you earlier.. I really did I just know you have so much pressure on you and I.. I thought I wasn't hearing correctly I mean twins run in my family but.. I was too scared to admit it"

She kisses his cheek and hugs him tightly

"oh Kon, don't be scared. I'm not the first human to carry two Kryptonians. You're mom did so.. Twice" she reassured him

He smiled resting his cheek on her head "I love you so much"

Each adopted child, blood child and child who had lived at the Manor, as well as Bruce and Alfred sat in the family room. Alfred gave her a brave smile. The couple stood next to each other looking to the anxious family.

"as you all probably know by now I'm in a relationship now with Kon.. But what you don't is.. Is" Kon held her hand. "that I'm pregnant"

Most everyone began to get up overjoyed as Jason was still taken aback and Bruce left sneaking away for a moment. Alfred let the others enjoy the exciting news while he smiled. Cassandra takes her sisters hands and hugs her.

"I'm so happy for you. You'll be a sweet family" Cassandra proudly said

"thank you Cass"

"Aww!!! I can't believe this!" Stephanie gasped hugging Y/N and then Kon. "I'm so all over the place, ohhhh I'm so excited!"

"thanks Steph" she said

"that's amazing guys!" Grayson grinned joining in on the hugs, he wanted to be genuinely kind to her, after snooping on her.

"thanks Grayson. You are almost off the hook after spying on me"

"not yet huh?" Grayson laughs

"I'm not even surprised not like Kon could keep his hands off of you" Tim said hugging both Y/N and Kon.

"so you knew.." Y/N chuckled.

"for a VERY long time" Tim softly laughed

"that's so awesome! I'm so excited for you guys!" Duke exclaimed hugging his sister

"thanks Duke"

"that's wonderful news. You guy's will be great parents" Barbara encouraged hugging Y/N

"thank you Babs" Y/N nearly cried overwhelmed with the acceptance and loving words.

"tt it was only a matter of time" Damian scoffed as Y/N hugged him.

"you would know snooping into my love life" she laughed and kisses his head.

Jason stood he touches Y/N's shoulder taking a deep breath.

"you take care of yourself"

"I will, anything else you want to say?"

"you're gonna be a great mom.. I'm.. I'm really happy for you sis" Jason mumbled to her

It was hard knowing he wasn't going to see his sister for a long time.. He was so happy for her truly... But he was truly going to miss her

She hugs him "I love you too"

"guess you guys should also know it's twins" Kon said causing more excitement from her family

As they then say their goodbyes as they leave for Argo. The couple stood by the door about to leave. Y/N's tears welp up as one person wasn't there. Kon hugged her holding her bags as she tried not to cry.

"Y/N" Bruce softly said.

"I'll be outside babe" Kon whispered letting them have a moment.

"Dad?" she began drying her tears "your here"

"always"

He gives her a small stuffed f/c bear and the blanket she loved when she lived with them. She gasped it was her bear when she was a little girl. The toy and blanket had both been cleaned well. The bear was re-sewed in it's holes were new buttons. Bruce remembered the night he found her holding that exact bear.

"you kept these?.."

"for when you started a family of your own"

She began to cry as she hugs her dad. He kisses her forehead.

"I know.. I wasn't the best father.. but I.. want you to feel as though you can speak freely to me" Bruce told her

"I'm going to miss you and I know you love me Dad" she cried

Bruce's words were stuck in his throat. He cleared his throat "and I will miss you"

"I love you Dad" she said hugging him tightly

Bruce takes a deep breath so much time had gone by. He was so thrilled to have two grandchildren. He knew Kon was a good man and would do right by his daughter. He didn't want her to leave. His heart was growing more fragile with the simple fact she's grown.

"I love you too"

#Kon-El Kent X Batsis! Reader #Conner Kent #Kon-El Kent(90s Superboy) #Conner Kent(Young Justice)

[writerstradedy]

Mystery Jacket

Superboy (Kon-El Kent) x Batsis! Reader

━━━━ what happens when her brothers find superboys jacket in their sisters room?

warnings: suggestive content, 18+ characters.

You did a little twirl, you looked nice. Making sure your attire was comfortable enough for your preference. You planned to sneak out again tonight to see Kon. It was kept a secret in fear of your families reaction. Mainly because they were extremely protective over you. Most of the time it was sweet, cute, harmless things they would do but knowing you're in a relationship might be too much for them to handle. You and him have been together for some time now. When everyone was gone on patrol or sleeping you would leave. Occasionally you would also meet in your hero personas. Regardless, Bruce gave you the day off and you're taking full advantage.

You looked yourself over one last time before leaving. You two were supposed to meet at a cafe, then you'll both go to your secret place in the woods. As cheesy as it sounds this was actually where you two met. It was unknown to anyone else and had a beautiful view of a lake overseeing a hill. You looked around to make sure your family didn't happen to patrol and see you. Luckily you made it just in time, Kon waved at you from the window with a dorky grin on his face. You smile back and enter sitting down in front of him at the booth.

"Hey, babe," Kon reached out to kiss your hand, "Hows the most beautiful gal in the universe doing?" You snorted, "better now that I'm with you, you cheese ball." His grin grew, "yeah but that's the part you love about me!" Bashfully you looked away a small smile playing in your lips. "Yeah, yeah.. we should get going before my family patrols neer here." You both got up, holding each other's hands as he held the door open for you. "Well aren't you a gentleman," You teased. "Thank you."

"No problem, gorgeous." He later scooped you up and you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Ready?" You gave a nod and he jumped up in the air, the wind was blowing and you held onto him tighter. You know that he would never drop you but it still made you feel more secure to be so close to him. You cracked open your eyes seeing the city down below, "if I could fly, I'd do it all day if this is what I see." He chuckles, "beautiful, right?"

"Yes, very." Soon enough you both landed at your secret location, there already was a picnic set up for the both of you-- curtsey of Kon. He sets you down and you gasp, "Kon, this is amazing!" Quickly you give him a peck on the lips, catching him by surprise. A light blush came on his face as he scratched the back of his head. "Well you always said you wanted to have a picnic here, so..." Smiling you grab his hand and pulled him down to sit on the blanket. "The view is breath taking!" You could see all the city lights, from afar it doesn't look to bad. Just a regular city. For a minute you just let the peace sink in and you let your guard down. You rest your hand on his, staring in his eyes. With him you feel safe, a comfort you didn't know you needed. Your other hand held his cheek, "I feel like the luckiest girl in the world." You pull him in for a kiss, which he happily returns. You break apart only to climb onto his lap and kiss again.

Your hands roamed over his clothed chest, while his went down to your lower back. It wouldn't be the first time both of you had gotten into a heated makeout session, but you both have been so busy. The built of tension from weeks of not being able to see each other finally coming out tonight.

Despite the cold air and breeze every so often, you felt warm, heating off of one anothers bodies. It was easy to get lost in pleasure like this.

You were both left panting by the end of it. Embracing each other, cooling off your bodies. You kissed his nose, "I wish we could stay we forever..." he nods, "same, the things we could do.." he trails off, and you playfully smirk. "Oh, let what?" Kon looks over at you, "I think you know what I mean."

You slowly untangled yourselves, putting back on your clothes. Unfortunately for you, you were still cold. Kon noticed this and offered you his jacket which you gladly accepted. You opened the basket, seeing pop, water and some cookies and sandwiches. You both dig in, eating whatever you desired. The night was starting to come to an end, and as much as you wanted to stay forever-- your family would soon notice your disappearance.

He scooped you up like he had before, leaping in the air to take flight. He flew with you in his arms, and you took note of the time.

2:34 AM

They should be retiring for the night, assuming that it was a slow night. It wasn't uncommon for some of the family to pull all nighters to keep up with the criminals. You saw the mansion and made sure that Kon was careful with the highly advanced security. Your window was open for you to climb through.

You quietly crept inside, turning back to give Kon one last kiss. "Thanks, and be safe flying." He signed, "okay, that bird incident was one time." You laughed, "love you, Kon- good night." You blew him a kiss with he caught before flying off. You shut your window. Only realizing that you are still wearing his jacket. You rush back to the window to see if he is still there. Nope, he's gone.

You sighed, "I'll make sure to give it back next time I see him." You shut your curtains and take off his jacket. You looked around, before taking a smell of his jacket. As weird and embarrassing as it sounded you did enjoy wearing his things. You ended up throwing the jacket on your desk and plopped down on the bed. You were far too exhausted to do anything else.

The next morning you were greeted with sunlight peaking in through the curtains. It was the weekend-- thankfully. You didn't feel like dealing with your professors today. You changed into something more comfortable and did your normal morning routine. You looked over at the jacket on your desk, you family very rarely enters your room-- plus you didn't feel like hiding it. So instead you walked into the hallway. Jason and Dick left the mansion awhile ago to leave on there own.

However, they do drop by now and again. You sat down at the breakfast table, "Mornin' Tim." You grab some coffee and Tim looks up at you, "what is that on your neck?" You stop, "what?"

"It looks like you have a hickey on your neck." Tim gets up and walks over to you, probably to get a closer look. You slap your hand over your neck, "oh yeah that-- it is just a burn from my curling iron. Yeah... that." He doesn't look like he believes you in the slightest. "Well bye!" You rush out forgetting your coffee. You turn down the hall and bump into Dick, "wow, there kiddo- what's the rush?"

"Oh nothing," you say quickly. He eyes your suspiciously. You never were good at lying. Tim comes around the corner sipping his coffee. "She is in a rush because of the hickey on her neck." You glare at him. "What???" Dick looks at you then Tim. "Where?" Tim takes another long sip. "Her hand is covering it."

"Y/N, move your hand." Dick demands. You freeze. "Uh- no." You duck past him and make a bee line for the door. The front door opens and you run into Jason. "Hey- watch it!"

You hear Dick yell, "Stop her!" Jason confused let's you pass and you run away. You hear Dick arguing with Jason the further you get.

Dick sighs, "well she is gone now." Jason looks around, "can someone please tell me what is going on??" Bruce walks down the stairs. "Yes, tell me, what is happening? And where is Y/N?"

Damian approaches from behind Bruce, "Todd, what did you do?" Jason glares, "what did I do? I just got here!" Tim takes a loud sip, far to tried to care. "Y/N is dating someone- we don't know who." Bruce laughs, "very funny, I am sure that if she was she tell us."

Dick looks over at him. "She has a hickey, Bruce."

Bruce stops, his face paling. "What."

The next thing they did was go to "investigate" your room. Where they had found Superboys jacket. "Shes dating Superboy?" Tim asks holding up his jacket. Damian recoils in disgust. "And I thought father had bad taste."

"Well she is legally an adult- she can make adult decisions." Jason defended. "But why not tell us?" Dick intervened. "Does she not trust us?" He was kinda hurt by this. He would never judge you- you're family to him.

Damian tsked, "clearly she is embarrassed by her choice that she hid it." Jason rolled his eyes. "Bruce how are you handling this?"

Bruce had not talked yet. He finally says, "Get the kryptonite."

#dc comics #x reader #kon el kent #kon el x reader #kon el #female reader #reader insert #fluff #batsis #batfam #superboy #batman #bruce wayne #red hood #jason peter todd #jason todd #dick grayson

[ruddyswojtyla]

His Jon Kent x Reader

I fantasize about it all the time

If you were mine

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“It was fun, baby girl. ;)” That was the only thing on my mind all night long. I used to imagine how Jon would be once he was older but I didn't expect it to happen so quickly. I was thinking of replying to his text but i couldn’t let him know that he had an effect on me. After trying to sleep all night, I got up to get ready to see my best friend, the one and only Bart Allen. I closed my eyes once the steaming hot water hit my body and my mind wandered to Jon blue eyes but mostly the incident we had. I couldn’t stop thinking about how good he looked below me, how big he must be since it felt thick and long. I didn’t realize that my hands were wandering all over my body but mostly near that one place that I knew I was all wet and turned on. I kept teasing myself and replayed the heated kiss him and I had when a soft moan left my lips and at that same moment someone knocked on my door. “y/n father requests that the both of us should be in his office once we are done with breakfast. He wants to discuss something with us” Its was my little brother Damien. I hope he didn’t hear anything. “ Tell him I will hurry up and get ready quickly”, I said in an annoyed voice after I was interrupted from my heated moment. He left without saying a word and I finished quickly getting ready. I was heading downstairs when a rough deep voice said that one word that made me melt to my knees “Where are you going in a hurry baby girl?” I didn’t need to turn around to know that he was smirking. I could feel his gaze all over my body that gave me shivers. “Downstairs” I said and rushed down quickly. I could hear him laughing softly and I knew that it would be hard to resist him.

#shitty fanfics #dc x reader #dc comics #jon kent x reader #jon kent #superboy #fluff #fluffy #prompt #fanfics #superboy x reader #batsis #batsis reade #jon kent x reader smut

[gulnarsultan]

Jon kent ( Superboy ) x huntress batsis reader. they are dating, how would the batfamily take it? Bruce is angry that his daughter is dating Superman's son, and Damian feels betrayed by his friend for dating his sister ?

No one reacts badly except Bruce and Damian. If Bruce hadn't interfered, Damian would have beaten Jon with kryptonite. Bruce doesn't trust these two Kryptonians at all. Damian becomes his sister's watchdog. Jon and the reader can never be alone. Other family members make fun of Bruce and Famian about it. It will take a long time for Damian to forgive Jon. Damian threatens Jonu not to hurt his sister.

#dc x reader #batsis!reader #batman family #batman x daughter reader #bruce wayne x reader #damian wayne x batsis #damian wayne x reader #jonathan kent #jon kent x reader #superman family

[ellana-ravenwood]

“I could break you” - Conner Kent x Batsis!Reader (Erotica)

Well. I recently binge watched (again) Young Justice (the trailer for season 3 hyped me too much), and remembered how much I fucking love Conner Kent. Like if we forget about the Batfam, he’s definitely my favorite DC character (I mean, if we also forget about Constantine I guess). And I...just...had to write something with him. And I also felt like writing smut so...Yup. Hope you’ll like it ! 

IMPORTANT WARNING : THIS IS EROTICA ! THIS IS NOT FOR YOU IF YOU ARE UNDERAGED, I GODDAMN MEAN IT. Like there’s cute and sweet feelings in the mix, but also...smut, so if you’re not 18 or more, or if you’re not comfortable with that sort of things etc etc, this story ain’t for you. I have tons of other very SFW story, for averyone to read, and if you wanna check those out instead, it’s right here, on My masterlist blog : @ella-ravenwood-archives.

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Conner was nervous.

He had no reasons to really, it was even quite stupid for him to stress so much about something so dumb and normal.

And yet, here he was, at the kitchen table in his parents’ house (most of the time, he lived at the Young Justice’s headquarters, where he had his own little enclosed apartment, but it was vacation time for everyone so...he came to visit his family), barely touching his breakfast while he usually ate six eggs, countless hashbrowns and so oh so much bacon...

It’s his mom who noticed. Of course it is. His brother and father were to busy eating to see anything else but their plate.

Lois turns to her oldest boy (that she came to consider her son not so long ago to be honest, when Clark finally came to closure with the fact that he had to be there for him...well, “not so long ago”, quite a few years now, nearly ten in fact, Jon was tiny when Conner really came into her life) and says :

-Are you OK Conner ?

And by the way he jumped in the air, she knew she was right. Something was wrong, and she was gonna get it out of him.

Conner turns to his mom, as if she just slapped him, utterly surprised she noticed something (even if it was very obvious) and shakes his head :

-Yes. Yes, I’m fine. I was just...thinking.

Lois gives him that mom look that means : “And you think I’m going to buy that ?”, and doesn’t even have to say more for Conner to continue :

-Ok it’s just...I wanted to ask you something but I don’t know if...I mean...

Lois elbows her husband, who was still too engrossed with his food to realize anything, and gives him that typical wife look that he could translate by : “Pay attention to what is happening, it’s important...also you have a piece of egg on your chin” (yes, it’s a very specific look). 

Clark reluctantly tears away from his food (which is made even more difficult as he hears his youngest son chewing loudly his delicious breakfast..) and raises his head, looking simultaneously at his wife then at his boy (who wasn’t really a boy anymore). ...Of course, he has no idea what’s going on, but he acts like he does, imitating his wife’s thoughtful facial expression. 

Lois says : 

-Conner, you know you can ask us anything right ?

Oh. Ok there’s something the boy wants to ask but he hesitates too. Alright. Dad Clark is up to date. He confirms what his wife just said : 

-Yes. Yes of course you can ask us anything. 

Conner looks between his mother and father, and their gentle expression calms him a little bit. With a weak voice that is very unlike him, he says :  

-It’s about (Y/N). 

Lois and Clark exchange a look, and his mom says : 

-You can ask us anything, of course. But if it regards certain...Matters, maybe you should talk about it with your friends ? Or with your dad. Just with him. 

For a few seconds, Conner is confused. 

What is she on about ? 

...Until he realizes his mom misunderstood him, and his face turns utterly red. 

He can’t believe she thought he wanted to ask something about...that ! As if he was gonna discuss with his parents about what happens with his girlfriend !!

Blushing more and more at the thought, Conner blurts out : 

-I’m not gonna ask you anything about...that ! Especially not in front of Jon ! It’s not...I wasn’t...What happens between her and I...Stays between her and I and...wasn’t...I wasn’t...far from it...it’s not...

Happy she misunderstood her son’s nervousness, Lois chuckles a bit as she witnesses her twenty something boy getting all awkward and embarrassed and not knowing what to say. 

It’s always a treat for her, when her powerful family members mumble and ramble out of embarrassment, it makes them feel more...humans and flawed. 

In that moment, Clark has some terrible flashbacks of teenaged him and this almost exact scene happening with his ma and pa, and therefor, he rushes to his son’s aid and says : 

-Ok moving on. Then what do you want to ask ? 

Conner takes a few second to regain his countenance, and after mumbling some more about “intimate topics not being a subject of conversation with parents” he shakes his head and finally says : 

-I just...Well here we go. 

Conner takes a deep breath and quickly says : 

-I want to take (Y/N) to a special place, only I...Well...Could I borrow your car please ? I still don’t have one and I want to pick her up for once. She always come to get me...And her dad really doesn’t like when I fly to the mansion, he’s super paranoid about their secret identities - to that comment, Clark raises his eyebrows as if to say “yeah no kidding ?” but lets his son finish - and my motorcycle needs repairs and...I just want to pick her up for once. Trying to be romantic you know ? So...Could I borrow your car ? 

There’s a small silence. Lois tries to muffle her “aaawww” because she thinks her son is utterly cute, and meanwhile, Clark answers : 

-That’s it ? You want to borrow the car ? Of course you can boy ! Go ahead ! 

Conner’s face light up, and once against, Lois has to restrain herself from embarrassing him by cooing at him as if he was a baby, but he was genuinely so cute ! She just wanted to pinch his cheek and shower him with kisses. 

-Where are you going to take her ? 

Clark asks, giving his wife the perfect diversion to go and fetch more eggs and Hashbrown for Jon, and therefor hiding her urge to treat her twenty six year old son like if he was a toddler. 

-Oh I wanna take her to one of the field at the outskirt of Smallville, a bit further than grandma’s house. She never saw the Milky Way, living in Gotham and all. So we’re going to go stargazing. 

Lois makes a strangle noise from the kitchen (her boy was just so sweet !) and Clark and Conner looks at her, a bit worried. 

-You ok mom ? 

Conner asks, and she comes back sitting next to him, ruffling his hair. 

-Yes I am. You’re just...too sweet. (Y/N) is a lucky girl. 

Conner blushes a bit, still having trouble accepting compliments...But his mom’s next few words make him blush even more : 

-Though...Stargazing. Just the two of you. Hum...Don’t forget to bring protection. 

-AAAAH MOOOOOM !! 

Conner exclaims, as red as a tomato. Clark acts as if he didn’t hear anything and goes back to his breakfast and...Jon finally lifts his head up, saying : 

-Mom’s right. Bring protection. You never know if an asteroid or something is gonna fall on ya while you stargaze ! Also, are you gonna finish your plate ?

Clark and Lois burst out in laughter in front of a very confused Jon, and a Conner who wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear...Blushing more than ever, he hands his plate to his little brother and leaves the table, as his parents still laugh like crazy. 

Snatching their car key, he rushes outside and curses a bit more because why did they have to laugh so much ?! 

Damn them. 

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When you received Conner’s text, the least you could say is that you were utterly surprised. 

It was very rare, that he would come p...Wait. 

Actually, it was the first time he came to pick you up by car. 

Usually, you’d meat at Mount Justice, or he would fly to your house (which your dad hated) and then you’d use one of your car (being a Wayne had its perks) to go out. 

He used his motorcycle a few time, but again, you having one too, you’d just meet somewhere and then go on a road trip or something...

Yes. It was the first time he actually drove from Metropolis to Wayne Manor to come and pick you up for a date. It was...somewhat exciting. 

You didn’t know why, but there was something about him coming to get you that was just...feeling really nice. 

You were looking outside from one of the first floor window when you finally heard the bell from the gigantic portal at the entrance of the estate. 

You rushed downstairs to go open, but of course Alfred was there first...And so were the rest of your family. 

-What are you guys doing ? 

Your words startle all of them and they turn around a bit panicked, as if you just caught them redhanded while doing something illegal. Your father speaks first : 

-Nothing. 

He says, in the most unconvincing tone ever. 

You crease your eyebrows at him and say : 

-You weren’t expecting to see him before I came down, were you ? Because that would be a ridiculously stupid plan.  And I think he heart enough of your threat already. 

Jason, who was visiting that day, said a falsely innocent : 

-Nooooooo. Of course not. We would NE-VER.

You glare at them a bit, and gesture for them to get away from the door. They obediently go out of your way and you go to open the front door, almost snarling at them. 

-Don’t you have better things to do anyway ? 

You ask them a bit coldly, while Alfred rolls his eyes and Dick gives you an apologetic look. They look away, as if they were down there by pure coincidence. 

You turn towards the outdoor.

A car is slowly going up the path to the entrance door. 

It’s a pick-up truck. 

Of course it’s a pick-up truck, it’s probably Clark’s. 

And it’s...oh my gods. 

-Wait...Red and blue...jeez, can you be more obvious ?

Your father, who went out too and was now next to you, rolls his eyes and says :

-Eh it’s Clark we’re talking about, not really the most...You know. His way of hiding his secret identity is by putting some glasses on...

You chuckle a bit, knowing indeed exactly what he means. And you forget to tell him to go back inside and leave you and Conner alone. 

The car stops in front of the stairs and Conner gets out of it. He awkwardly straightens himself up and slowly walks up the stairs.

His eyes cross your father’s and he holds his gaze defiantly but then...

then he sees you. 

A wide smile spreads across his face : 

-Hey you. 

He says a bit dumbly (he always felt so light hearted around you). 

-Hi. 

You answer with the same lovey dovey tone. He continues, giving you his hand : 

-Shall we go ? 

You’re about to answer when your father (now joined by the rest of your family) says, his voice cold and low, menacing : 

-Go where, exactly ? 

You slowly turn to him, and oh it’s utterly scary, the look you give him...you’re definitely taking that glare after him. With slow detached words you say, the anger felt in every syllables : 

-I am twenty, dad. It’s none of your business where I go. 

He looks at you and is about to answer, probably ready to say something stupid that every parents say like : “As long as you live under my roof, you follow my rules” or something (as if that ever happened anyway...after all, you were also taking a lot ater your mother, Catwoman), but this time, you’re the one cutting him off. 

You ignore him completely and turn to Conner : 

-I’m coming back babe - it’s utterly satisfying, how your dad winces at the pet name you give your boyfriend-,  forgot my backpack upstairs. 

You start to leave but stop before reaching the door. You turn around and glare some more at your brothers and dad before saying : 

-You guys. In. Right now. Except you Dick, you can talk with Conner if you wanna, you’re the only one that isn’t annoying here. The others, inside the house. Actually, follow me, so I’m sure you’re not planning anything sneaky. 

They’re about to protest, but oh the look you give them...And so they follow you to your bedroom. With a sigh you tell them : 

-I thought we were over the all “watching your every move whenever you’re with your boyfriend” phase ?

Your father looks at you very seriously and says : 

-I never agreed to that. 

-You did when you said you’d stop trying to break us up. Still think it’s a huge asshole move by the way, not sure I forgave you yet (in this story : “They’re kind of assholes”).

Your dad grumbles an answer and turns to your brothers for support. 

But they all look away...It was hard for them to let go, but they had to admit that you were old enough to make your own decisions and all...And Conner was a good guy, they really weren’t being fair. 

Besides, they still actually felt bad about trying to break the two of you up (well, maybe Damian and your dad didn’t much).

You roll your eyes and give them each a small slap on the back of their head. 

-I know what I’m doing. Trust me. 

Jason snorts and says : 

-Oh we trust you. Him on the other hand...

There’s a small silence and you sigh once again...Only one solution left for them to let go. You look at them and gather the famous Wayne smirk before saying : 

-Jay, I’m twenty. If you think Conner is my first you’re gravely mistaken and I...

Tim interjects : 

-WOW ! STOP ! DO NOT WANT TO KNOW THOSE INFOS ABOUT MY SISTER !! RED ALERT ! RED ALLEEERT !! 

Your father looks at you, shocked (he had to realize, one day or another, you weren’t a child anymore), Jason froze and seemed to have crashed as if he was a computer, Damian has a murderous look in his eyes but is still too stunned to move....and you smirk as you leave your room. 

Yup. Here’s a sure way to shut them up. 

They all stand in your room, stunned, as you go back down and yell to them :

-See y’all tomorrow ! 

After a while, they finally de-froze. And your youngest brother says : 

-Did she say she’d come back tomorrow ?!

His voice is full of worries, as he turns to your father who just manages to say : 

-...Did she just say “y’all” ?

Oh God. The Kent were starting to influence you too much...

You were already far away when they finally decided to move out of your room, your father sighing nostagically a bit at the sight of a picture of you and him when you were barely four... 

************

When you went down the stairs, you found Conner red as a tomato, discussing with Dick. You instantly narrowed your eyes at your brother and said : 

-Oh, not you too Dickie ?! 

Your oldest brother turned to you and smiled widely, of a joyful and innocent smile : 

-What ? Can’t give advices to a friend ? And can’t threaten my sister’s boyfriend to kill him if he hurts her ? 

Unsure of wether he’s kidding or not, you just stare at him and slowly takes Conner’s hand. You two get back to the car, and you ask him : 

-What did he say to you exactly ? 

-Nothing ! 

Conner’s answer is too rushed for you to believe him...but you don’t feel like getting the truth out of him. Nope. You just want to enjoy your day. 

You watch your oldest brother wave at you as you leave, a way too satisfied smile on his face...

************

The drive is oh so pleasant. 

You talk about anything and nothing, and sometimes, you just stay silent, enjoying each others’ presence. Listening to your favorite song (getting a bit too turned up when “Africa” by Toto gets on...). 

At some point, you decide to lay your head on his shoulder, and put your hand on his thigh and Conner can’t help but smile stupidly. Your mere presence always made him feel so jolly, so relaxed...

Finally, you arrive where he wanted to take you. 

It’s a beautiful field in the middle of nowhere, near a forrest. You can hear water a bit further, lost in the trees, probably a river of some sort. 

There, you start by having a picnic.

Conner prepared some sandwiches and it’s just so romantic and cute ! And oh it’s been so long since he had the occasion to be romantic and cute with you...

You wipe a bit of mayo that got on the corner of his mouth and...before you know it, your lips are on his, and you’re straddling him while furiously making out, his tongue licking at yours. 

It almost turns to more but...as usual he pulls away.

This time, he tells you you two should go to the river, to cool down a little on this hot summer day (both figuratively and literally). He didn’t want you to have a heatstroke or something...

And you get a little bit frustrated. 

You know you shouldn’t be. But it’s always like this...You spend more than one night with him, at Mount Justice, but things never went further than passionate making-out and sometimes, oral. 

Granted, he was amazing at eating you out and more than once he snuck in your bedroom at the mansion, and devoured you while you were trying to be silent so your family wouldn’t hear you. 

And given his reactions, you knew you gave good blowjobs too but...Whenever it was time for more, for the “ultimate act of love” (your mom called it that...you didn’t even know why you picked her expression up, it was so stupid and cheesy) he stopped (even if clearly reluctant to). 

And you knew why. 

It wasn’t because he didn’t want to be with you like that, but because he was afraid to hurt you. And given the fact that he still couldn’t always control his powers properly...he could very well hurt you.

He almost did a few times when his cock was in your mouth so...he wasn’t about to risk injuring you badly.

But damn it was starting to get frustrating. 

Especially even more since you knew he slept with M’gann before (which was fine, you had other boyfriends too, including a certain “Aqualad”). 

Somehow, she convinced him he wouldn’t hurt her...or maybe he thought she could take it while you couldn’t ? 

She wasn’t a “weak” human after all...

Little did you know that he just never thought that he could hurt her when they were together, while with you...just the thought of hurting you a tiny bit hurt his heart more than anything else. 

You weren’t about to force him of course, but you would be lying if you didn’t have a hope that spending the night in a remote place just the two of you wouldn’t arouse a...certain mood. 

But for now, all frustration disappears as you playfully throw some water at him, and he picks you up and throw you in the cold ass water...Not very delicately, but hey, you’re not really a delicate lady. 

You emerge from the water, hair falling unsexily on your face, laughing your ass off as Conner joins you, and you both start playing as if you were little kids. 

And it’s just so nice, to be far away from any responsibilities and vigilante stuffs...It has been a long time since you two had a sort of vacation. 

Even longer since you managed to be just the two of you...there was usually always someone around. 

So you take advantage of it, enjoying every single seconds in his arms, laughing, talking, yelling out of joy...

************

You don’t think you’ve been that happy ever in your life. 

That relaxed. 

It’s...so nice, to forget about all your stress, traumas and bad times. 

To not worry about your father being reckless, or about one of your brothers getting hurt somehow. About having to arrest your mother because she stole yet another treasure or anything of the like...

You wish you could stay like that forever. 

Far from all your troubles. Not that you didn’t love your family, hell, you would die for all of them but...It was so nice to be away from their antics for once. 

It made you realize that, more often than note, you’d live for them...and Conner was your only escape. 

Not that you would change your life. No. You couldn’t stay away from your beloved family for long...But from times to times, it was nice to not have them around you know ? 

You felt a bit guilty having that thought, but then Conner wrapped his arms around you and you forgot about all of that, for once, thinking only about your own happiness. 

Your boyfriend had brought some blanket and pillows to throw in the back of the truck, and you were both snuggled against each other, gazing at the stars. 

That day had left you exhausted, as you did so many things (unfortunately, no actions you desperately wanted...ugh). 

You knew Conner was completely fine, Hell, the man barely even needed to sleep...but you felt knackered, and kinda forgot about any prospect of possible sex. 

You shift a bit next to him and groan out in pain. 

Worried, Conner turns his head down to you and asks : 

-What’s wrong ? 

You shake your head slightly and say : 

-It’s nothing really, I just had a rough night yesterday. Got hit a bit badly on the shoulders and back...It’s sore. 

He looks at you thoughtfully as you close your eyes, not really making a big deal out of it (and it’s so frustrating to him, the way you never seem to care that much when you get hurt...). 

His hand mindlessly drawing pattern on your back, he finally says : 

-How about a massage ? I know they can be very relaxing...

You were slowly falling asleep and jumped a bit at the sound of his voice. You turn your head upward to meet his gaze and say, an eyebrow raised : 

-Do you even know how to give a massage ? 

-I’m no expert, but I believe I know enough. I read a few books about it. And...I know you’re stressed, and I thought I could help a bit. 

You smile at him, oh if only he knew how relaxed he made you feel...You consider his offer however, and sit up, offering him a smile : 

-Alright Kon, sure. That’d be nice. Thank you. 

He nods, still smiling at you a little awkwardly, and you giggle. It’s not like you’ve never been intimate before...

His eyes widen as you take your top off as if nothing. He stares at your breast despite himself, and his adam’s apple visibly gulped. 

You roll your eyes and say : 

-What ? You wanna massage me through my clothes ? Seems a bit un-efficient. And come on, you already saw my boobs. Touched them more than once, fell asleep on them a few times. 

You wink at him and he blushes slightly. He takes a sharp intake of air and says : 

-Yes. Yes of course. I just...I...Nevermind. 

You roll on your belly and he sits next to you. For some reasons, you couldn’t help but tense a bit, awaiting for him to touch you, as if afraid you were just having a pleasant dream...Finally, he lays his warm hands on your shoulders and begins to rub there. And it’s definitely real. 

At first, he goes a little too gently, his thumbs rubbing the area where your neck joins your shoulders. As usual, he was afraid to hurt you...

But very soon however, he begins to gain confidence, pressing harder and using his whole hand. You sigh, relaxing in his touch. 

-You know Conner, it might be easier if you, hum...if you sat on...you know...

You trail off, not entirely sure how to put this. “Straddling me” just sounded way too sexual and though you’ve been very intimate with him before, you don’t want to scare him away. 

The massage felt just too good, and you were afraid that if you pushed him too much he’d be scared to hurt you again and pull away. 

He understands your meaning however, and kneels over you, resting lightly on your thighs, almost on your rear, barely applying pressure there, and you know he’s holding up his weight. 

-Is this ok ? 

He asks nervously, again, afraid to hurt you...and touching you like that feels too nice, he doesn’t want to stop. 

-Yeah. It’s good. 

Conner’s hands continue to work down your back, with more skill than you had expected. He slowly works out the knots in your muscles, knots that have been there for years, and after a while of his careful attention, you can’t help but let a small moan escape. 

He instantly stops :

-Oh please Conner, continue. When did you get so good at this ? Do you often massage people ? 

You were so damn relaxed, you were pretty sure you could fall asleep like this. And you clearly didn’t realize the innuendos of your words.  

Conner caught on it however...He gulps before answering : 

-I...I don’t know. I didn’t realize I was any good at it. And you’re the first one I do that to...

His voice sounds strange, almost strained. You frown, shifting slightly beneath him, and hears your boyfriend’s breathing stutter. 

And then, for the first time, you notice it : the slight bulge pressing against your ass.

Conner is hard. Oh so damn hard. 

Your heart jumps, and you can’t help the warm jolt of arousal low in your stomach. Should you say something? Ignore it ? 

You hear Conner take a deep breath, continuing his ministration to your back, trying to ignore the sensation, and you grin into the pillow. 

-You ok, Kon ?

 You ask innocently, knowing damn well what you were doing.

-Yes, I… I’m fine.

He responds, his voice gruffer than usual.

-You sure ? 

You ask again cheekily, wriggling your ass slightly against him. You were definitely not gonna let such an occasion pass without doing anything. 

Conner grunts, taking his hands away from your back to rest them on the makeshift bed in the back of the truck, gripping the sheets. 

-(Y/N)…

-Yeah ?

You ask in the most innocent voice you can muster, ignoring his warning tone and rubbing your ass against his growing erection. 

-Mm, got a little problem there, babe ?

You hear him sigh deeply and he says : 

-I thought you said you were tired.

-Mm. I don’t recall saying that...

You answer, knowing it’s a blatant lie as you told him you were tired barely a few minutes earlier. 

With a little wriggling around you manage to roll over, taking in Conner’s flushed cheeks and his pupils blown wide in arousal. 

-Can I ask you something ?

You say. Conner looks up and keeps his gaze fixed on the top of the truck above you, resolutely refusing to look at your exposed cleavage, afraid to get even harder. 

-If you have too...

He murmurs. You take a deep breath and launch yourself :

-Are we going to beat around the bush for long ? Are we both going to ignore your dick pressing against my stomach ? Or like...Are we going to finally do something about it  ? 

It seems like Conner wants to lift off of you, but he just can’t resolves himself to do so...There’s a small awkward silence. 

Conner doesn’t reply, and you can feel your heart drop. Was he going to pull away once again ? Was he going to act as if nothing happened, and just go back to cuddling you ? 

Instead, he finally meets your gaze.

And there’s something in his eyes you’ve never seen before. A lust he cannot hide anymore. 

He leans down slowly until his still-clothed chest touches yours. 

His face is so close, his breath warm on your lips. 

And then, at last, he closes the distance. And for once, it seems like this make out session isn’t going to stop with just heated kisses...

His lips are chapped and rough against yours, but the kiss is gentle, tentative. As if he was afraid you’d break under him...

You reach up to place one hand on his back, the other behind his head, your fingers threading through his hair as Conner becomes more confident. 

His lips move against yours, and you ache for more, pushing your tongue into his mouth. He gladly accepts it and his hands tighten in the sheets around your head.

Not even realizing it, he begins to rock his hips against yours, the bulge in his pants pressing right where you need it, and you moan into his mouth.

Conner suddenly breaks away, the two of you gasping, catching your breath. And for a moment you’re afraid he changed his mind again, and you clutch his shirt, as if you could stop him from pulling away if he really wanted to. 

But he rests his forehead against yours, and you find yourself enraptured by his piercing blue eyes, unable to look away. 

You tug at the bottom of his shirt before you even fully realised you're doing it, and Conner sits up, helping you pull the shirt off over his head without bothering with undoing the buttons of his flannel. 

You reach up to run your hands down his muscular bare chest, brushing your thumbs over his nipples as they harden, and he closes his eyes, letting out a groan.

God, the things that noise did to you… you reach out impatiently for the button on his pants, unfastening it, your heart pounding. 

-Conner...Conner, you’re ok with this, right ? Here ? 

You ask, panting. Your warm breath makes your boyfriend shiver, and he nods, his hands brushing yours as he helps you pull off his pants. 

-Yes. Are you ? And don’t worry, this field is abandoned, no one ever comes here...Especially not at night.

You laugh breathlessly, bucking your hips up against him. All he wore now was a pair of boxer briefs, his hard length visibly straining against the fabric. 

-I’ve been waiting for this for a while now...We could do that in front of a crowd that I wouldn’t care right now.

With that confirmation, Conner tugs off your jeans in one swift yet delicate motion, and then he’s grinding against you again, your underwear the only thing separating you. 

He captures your lips with his once more, and you whimper, torn between wanting this to last forever and wishing he would just get on with it...You waited long enough ! 

His lips begins to move from your mouth down your jaw, and further down your neck, peppering the skin there with soft open mouthed kisses as he massages your breast with one hand. 

You tip your head back, infuriated with how slow and gentle he was being. 

-Conner, bite me. 

He pulls back, frowning, and stops. You’re afraid you pushed him a bit too much with your poor impulse control, but he says a curious : 

-...What ?

You look at him straight in the eyes, and, mustering all the confidence you could, you say resolutly : 

-My neck. Bite me. Get a little wild babe. 

-If I do get a little wild, I could hurt you really bad...I could break you. 

-So be it, then I would die feeling something. 

You know you’re not being particularly nice, but you definitely hit him in his pride. He narrows his eyes at your mischievous smile and leans in again. 

He tentatively nips at your neck and your moans encourages him to continue. Soon, he becomes a little rougher, leaving hot wet kisses down your neck, and you let out a shaky exhale. 

And then the hand on your breast finally slides down your body, cupping your wet heat through your soaked panties. 

You lift your hips up into the warmth of his hand, gasping as he begins to rub you through the fabric. 

-Yeah Con - uh - just like that. 

He continues to rub you and in a whisper says : 

-You look beautiful like this. 

And without further warning, he pushes your panties aside, his fingers finally coming in contact with your sex. 

-So desperate for me to touch you. So wet for me...

He runs his fingers up and down your lower lips before slipping a finger inside you. And you don’t know what is taking your breath away more, his finger ruthlessly fucking you, or his sudden and very welcomed dirty talk. 

You’re not even sure he does it on purpose, or if he just says whatever is on his mind out loud, lost in his passion...but his words and his finger pumping inside you will be the death of you. 

And his teeth gently biting you there and there, leaving hickeys all over was a bit too much for you...a bit more harshly than you intended, you say : 

-Boxers off. Now. 

Desperate to see him, to touch him...

Conner quickly kicks off his underwear, finally freeing his dick, and you reach done, wrapping your fingers around his girth. 

Your boyfriend moans as you run your thumb over the tip, collecting pre-cum and using it to slick your movements as you begin to pump up and down. 

-(Y/N)...That...feels so good...

And you can’t help but smile fondly at him, as his eyes slowly half-close, and he’s coming undone at the pleasure you’re giving him. 

With what looks like a great deal of effort, he pries your hand away, trapping it above your head.

-I...Need to be inside you. 

He practically growls. 

Finally, he pulls your panty down and over your ankles before slipping his finger back into your heat once more. This time, he finds your clit, circling it slowly and expertly, making you gasp and squirm under his touch. 

-So beautiful. So perfect. 

He murmurs, his hot breath right next to your ear. 

-Yes...Oh Gods...Conner, don’t stop...

His fingers began to circle your clit a little faster now. And his hot voice resonates in your ear once more : 

-Look at you, begging for me so prettily. I cannot wait to make you scream my name...You know, I know you spend nights, your hand between your legs, thinking about all the things I’d do to you...I know, because oh you have no idea the number of time I touched myself thinking about those exact same things. And we’ve always been on the same page you and I...always...

Fucking Hell. He was going to be the end of you. 

Where did all that come from, all of a sudden ?! 

But you knew. Oh you knew. All those pent up feelings were suddenly resurfacing and...to be honest, you always knew Conner probably had a thing for dirty talk. It was a hunch.

And oh you were right.  

His fingers were alternating massaging your clit, and fucking you steadily, pimping in and out in a perfect pace. He knew you well...After all, he did already finger you but tonight ? Oh tonight every thing felt a hundred percent more vivid, everything was different. 

Because tonight, you’d go beyond pleasuring each other manually or orally. Tonight, you were finally going to become one...

-I know you thought about me inside you many times. I know...Whispering my name as you came, pleasuring yourself. But there’s no need to whisper anymore my love. Come on. Come on (Y/N), scream my name, go ahead, it’s finally happening, I cannot stop anymore. 

-Conner ! CONNER ! Oh God Conner ! 

You cry out, heat clenching in your stomach, your thighs tensing. He gives you a mischievous smile and says with a sexy voice : 

-Good girl. Come for me (Y/N), come for me. 

At those words, you were gone. You think you called out his name as you came, but you’re not sure. Hips bucking, writhing on the makeshift bed, arching your back. 

Conner’s fingers ease you through your orgasm, moving away from your clit as it became almost painfully sensitive, but still rubbing your folds as you finally flop back down...

-Conner, that was...wow. I mean. We already did that before but...what’s gotten into you ? Where does...all that come from ? 

Your boyfriend grins boyishly, his fingers still rubbing you gently, and you spread your legs a little further. He says : 

-I don’t really know...You drive me crazy I guess ? All your teasing today...I just can’t hold it anymore. 

-Teasing ? I so didn’t tease you. You did, with your touches and kisses and all ! 

-Let’s just say then that it’s a tie ? 

-Yet you’re the one that is still teasing right now Conner...I need more. 

And you can see it in his eyes, the sudden surge of doubt. He looks away a bit, still unsure...Maybe getting orgasms out of you by finger fucking you was enough ? Maybe you didn’t actually needed more ? But oh the look in your eyes...

He can’t do that to you. 

He’s not sure what it is, exactly, he cannot do. Not making love to you ? Or risking badly hurting you by doing it ? 

He pulls away slightly and you grab his arm. 

-Don’t you dare. 

You tell him threateningly, but he...He’s too afraid to break you in half. And though he’s still painfully hard, he pulls away, his warmth leaving making you shiver, and he sits up, back against the the cabin of the truck. 

You sigh and roll on your back...So what now ? A handjob or blowjob and everyone to bed ? But oh you ached so bad for more ! To feel him inside you, pushing in and out...and you know he wants too as well ! 

But he’s scared to hurt you and...Wait. He’s scared to hurt you ? 

So what if...What if you’re the one that move ? 

You sit up too and look at him. And the dilemma in his eyes almost hurt your heart...You know he wants you, but his fear of hurting you is too grand. 

You shake your head and reach in your backpack. You came prepared. Just in case...And you did right. 

You take out a condom, and Conner’s eyes widen. 

-(Y/N) I can’t risk...

Your fingers on his lips instantly shut him up. And despite himself, he finds himself softly kissing them...He looks at you as you roll the condom on his length, twitching under your touch, and you gaze back at him. 

-If you’re so afraid, then let me. 

He wants to stop you, but it seems he cannot move anymore. BEcause he wants this. Oh he wants this so bad.

And you do too..

It feels like he cannot breathe anymore as you sink down his cock. Slowly, oh painfully slowly. 

Your hands go to rest against his chest, and his cover yours so perfectly, as if they were molded to do so...He squeezes your hands lightly, tenderly, encouraging you to go slowly as you take all of him inside you. 

Finally, he’s all the way in, and he gasps in pleasure. 

You go to rest your forehead on the crook of his neck, breathing heavily, and for a few seconds, he’s afraid he’s too much for you, and he thinks about pulling you off of him but...Then you raise your hips slowly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, and you go down again, a bit faster than before.

You do that a few time, up and down slowly, getting used to his size...your breathing mixing together, heavy and passionate. 

His lips find yours, as you fuck yourself onto him, and you share a sloppy yet loving kiss. He cannot help his arms wrapping around you, bringing you ever so closer. 

Slowly but surely, you increase the pace, and soon enough, you’re both panting mess full of pleasure. 

You rest your hands on his shoulder to help you get up and down faster, harder, and your voice snatches him out of this sort of transe he fell in : 

-Move your hips, Conner. 

At first, he doesn’t understand...But soon enough he raises his hips slowly to go meet yours and both your moans increase. 

It becomes a bit violent, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the air...And Conner becomes self-aware that he might hurt you. But you grab his chin in between your fingers and fiercely says : 

-Don’t you fucking dare stopping Conner, don’t you fucking dare. It feels too good for that ! 

And so he doesn’t stop. He’s not sure he could have had anyway even if he wanted too...You felt just too damn good. So good in fact, that he couldn’t utter a word, even if he wanted to tell you oh so many filthy thing. Another time, perhaps ? 

But after a few moment, the rough night you had the day before catches on to you and you slow your pace at the worst moment possible, just as you were both reaching your highs...Worried, Conner asks : 

-Are you ok ? Did I hurt you ? (Y/N) ?! 

You shake your head “no”, and say weakly : 

-It’s not that, it’s just...I’m sore from patrolling yesterday, I can’t keep up, even if I want to...

Your voice breaks a bit, sad that you’re ruining this moment you’ve been waiting for so long. And it breaks Conner’s heart to see you like that...delicately, he pulls out of you and switches you around. 

You’re not riding him anymore, not straddling him, no...He’s now above you his hands on each side of your head. You instinctly wrap your arms and legs around him, and he sigh, content. 

-You sure you’re ok to...Finish like this ? 

You “tt” him in a very Damian way and say : 

-Honey I’ve been ready to finish for a long time. 

He chuckles but before re-entering you, he makes sure you’re ready to receive him in that angle, and slips two fingers inside you, scissoring them, massaging your walls, stretching you open once more. 

And as you sigh, overwhelmed with pleasure, he presses the head of his dick against you, guiding himself back inside you. 

You run your hands down his back to his ass, squeezing roughly, getting a grunt out of him as he pushes deep inside of you. 

Still afraid to hurt you like this, now in total control...He moves slowly, giving you time to adjust again, and you find yourself relaxing completely as he kisses you again. 

But now you’re wrapping your legs more insistantly around his waist, and he gets the message. 

He draws his hips back before thrusting into you, deeply and slowly.  His hips rolling against yours, each movement drawn out and loving. You grab hold of his hair again, liking way too much his dishevelled head and the sweat running down his brow...You pull his head down, tilting yours to meet his lips. 

-Faster. 

You mumble against his mouth before he cuts you out, deepening the kiss. But his thrusts become faster at last, and you wrap yourself tighter around him as he rams into you with more strength, surprisingly finding the exact amount of power to make you scream with pleasure, without breaking your bones (quite literally). 

He lets out a low groan, his face so close to yours that you can feel his warm breath...

-(Y/N)...

He moans again and again, and you find yourself echoing him with his own name. Until your entire body shake uncontrollably, and you tighten your wall around his dick, making him fall over the edge. 

This time, the plea of your name is cut off by a low growl as he comes. His hips buck wildly, his arms trembling where he holds himself up, and you close your eyes, your hands running down his body, feeling his muscles tense and then relax as he is finally sated. 

Slowly, he pulls out, collapsing beside you. You crawl closer, curling up in his arms and burying your head in your Superboy’s bare chest. 

His voice, ragged and exhausted, resonates in the silent night : 

-Did you..Did you enjoy that ? I didn’t hurt you did I ? 

He asks, running his fingers through your hair carefully and tenderly. 

You shift your head up to look at him, and you see his worried look towards you...You shake your head, a bit amused he couldn’t figure out he definitely didn’t hurt you, and say :

-That was amazing. You, were amazing. 

-So, I did everything right ? 

He checks again, a little nervously. It’s interesting how he didn’t really care about that when he was with M’gann...Proof enough their relationship wasn’t meant to be. 

You lift yourself up on your elbow and bore your eyes into his icy blue ones : 

-Conner, you were perfect. Trust me. 

He sighs in relief, and kisses your hair. And the reality of what just happened dawned on him. 

-I just made love to you. 

He says, and you can’t help but chuckle, answering : 

-Yup, that you did. And very well if I might say. 

-And I didn’t hurt you. 

-Nooope. 

There’s a small silence, and he continues : 

-So...We can do it again. 

-Only if you want to. 

-Fuck yeah I want to ! 

It’s rare to hear him swear and once again, you laugh, the sound of your laughter making his heart jump. He straightens up a little and smiles fondly at you, saying from the bottom of his heart : 

-I love you (Y/N).

-I love you too Conner...

You both wrap yourself in warm blanket, and stay there for a while, not saying anything. Eventually, you both fall asleep, wishing that moment could last forever...

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Sorry you waited so long for such shit. I suck at smut ? This heat is killing me and focusing was difficult (yeah yeah yeah totally trying to find myself some excuses for writing something that bad, but ugh, I had to post it at some point and it wasn’t gonna get any better).

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[moonlit-imagines]

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requested by anonymous

Another successful mission by the Team, even if it was a narrow escape. You’d been carried back to base by Conner despite the fact that your injury was arm-related. “SB, you can put them down, you know.” Your brother teased as Wally made kissy sounds in the background.

“I’m good. They’ve been on their feet enough today.” Conner smiled at you, who was still clutching onto your wrist in pain.

“Stop talking about me like I’m not here, weirdos.” You leaned your head into Conner’s chest and in a mindless moment, one he thought of dozens of times but never acted on, Conner kissed the top of your head. You froze, but he acted as if nothing happened, trying to save his dignity. You on the other hand, you started to feel warm inside. You’d been waiting for him to make any kind of move. By the time you were back in the Cave, all your mentors stood there waiting for you.

“I thought I taught you to be more careful.” Batman announced, directing it mostly to you. “Are you okay, y/h/n?” Bruce asked you.

“I’ll live.” You said as Conner put you down, putting his arm around you and walking you towards the infirmary.

“I’ll take them to get fixed up.” He said as your mentors all cocked their brows. Batman turned to Robin for an answer, who shrugged. It was just as confusing to them, even seeing it play out. “You know,” Conner said when the coast was clear, “I was thinking after you get pieced back together, maybe we could get some takeout? I think you need it.”

“And he finally asks me on a date…sort of.”

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[kimberly-spirits13]

last 3 exams tomorrow. i’ll be up all night studying so let’s talk

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[butwhyduh]

B, I was rereading your content again (sometimes you just have to revisit the greats) and the pregnancy scare headcanons are always great to me. So, we know how the boys would react to being directly involved in said scare, but what if it was batsis and one of their friends?

I don't have any specific friend in mind for this idea, so it's kind of like. A free space? Like, it could be Dick finding out about Garth or Wally (I know you're still working on figuring him out, so there's no pressure there) and his sister, or Jason with Roy (or Kyle, I've seen them be friends in some fics but I don't know a lot about them) or like. Tim with Kon. Older Damien with Older Jon is also a possibility if you're feeling up to it, since the prompt isn't inherently sexual beyond how pregnancy comes to be (facts of life and all) but I'd totally understand if you wanted to rule that one out entirely right out of the gate. Literally any pairing fits. Hell, you could even do something with Bruce's sister (a bat aunt I guess??) with anyone in the league.

There's something about the concept of the "brother's best friend" thing that's hilarious because the brother gets the whiplash of like "I'm glad it's you because I know you and I know you would never hurt my siblings on purpose but also this definitely feels like a HUGE violation of the bro code, and I might need to think about punching you a tiny bit until I get used to the thought of you two being a thing, let alone possibly making an entire baby together"

Oooooo drama

Okay so I’m gonna go with

Reader x Roy Harper w/ Dick finding out

Reader x Kyle Rayner w/ Jason finding out

Reader x Kon Kent w/ Tim finding out

Reader x Ghost Maker w/ Bruce finding out

Stories under the cut, this got long with a lot of different stories so please let me know what you think!!

Roy Harper x batsis!reader

Again. It happened again. Roy felt frozen. Then he looked at you. It was different. You were together. It wasn’t a fling. It was totally different. And he couldn’t help but pull you into a hug. Your eyes were wet and you looked so scared.

“Hey, don’t worry. Whatever you want, I’m there. Don’t worry,” he said wiping tears from your face. You nodded and closed your eyes while leaning into him. Roy hugged you close.

A knock at the door broke your hug.

“Shit, Dick is here to pick me up,” Roy said.

“I- okay. I’m just gonna wash my face and it’ll be fine,” you said. You hurried to the kitchen and splashed water on your face as Dick walked in.

“Hey,” he said to you both. “What’s the matter? You’ve been crying.”

Dick turned to look at Roy critically. Damn his perceptiveness.

“Sad movie we just finished. I’m a sucker for them,” you said and he nodded, appeased.

“Hey I’m gonna use your bathroom real quick before we leave,” Dick said before jogging to the bathroom. Your eyes widened as you realized the test. The pregnancy test on the counter. Oh fuck.

“What the shit? Are you- did you get my sister pregnant?? Someone answer me,” Dick said walking in the room with the pee stick. You winced.

“Dick, calm down,” you said moving towards him but he was faster than you and landed a right hook to Roy in the jaw. He fell back hard. You shrieked.

“Dick!” You gasped. Roy sat up and rubbed his jaw from the floor.

“You knocked up my sister? You didn’t learn how that shit works the first time,” Dick roared.

“Dick, quit,” you pleaded.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t- this isn’t-“

“I’m on the pill. I don’t know how it happened,” you told him. Dick looked at you softly. Concern was written all over his face. “It’s not his fault.”

“Seriously? You’re- you’re pregnant?” Dick asked you. He walked closer.

“Maybe? We don’t know. I haven’t been to the doctor or anything,” you shrugged shyly.

“Add you gonna- don’t answer that. You don’t have to tell me,” he corrected himself. Dick looked over you to Roy that was standing to the side.

“If you do not treat her right and be a good dad if she’s pregnant, I’ll make sure the only bow you’ll be able to touch is the ones Lian puts in your hair because you’re in a body cast,” Dick threatened.

“I wouldn’t. You know I wouldn’t do that. I’m here for anything,” Roy said seriously. Dick stared at him.

“I know you’re good for Lian. Come on. We got a job. And you owe me dinner. And a beer,” Dick added. “For like a month.”

“Aw, alright, alright,” Roy added seriously after he started to joke. He gave you a hug and kiss on the cheek before dashing out the door.

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Kyle Rayner x batsis!reader

“Go buy the box. Just at the corner store, Ky. I felt like I’m gonna throw up for like the last 3 mornings and now I’m freaking out. Please,” you said, shooing him to the door.

“Okay, yeah babe, which one?” Kyle asked looking more flustered than when he fights intergalactic monsters.

“Literally any. Actually 2 of any variety. Pretty sure they all work the same,” you said and he ran out the door before coming back.

“My wallet,” he said before running back out.

Kyle ran in the store and looked at the variety of tests. Pink, purple, early, ovulation, gender tests. You can learn that from a test?? Fuck was there too many choices. He grabbed 2 at random and hurried to the register. As his bag was being handed to him and his credit card was being swiped, Kyle felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned quickly.

“Woah bro. You alright? I called your name.”

If Kyle could think of a worse person to see at this exact moment it would only be Batman. There he was with a bag containing only a pregnancy test for his girlfriend and her brother, his friend, was right there. His detective trained friend. Kyle was glad he wore the lantern ring at that moment.

“No, I wasn’t paying any attention,” he said with an awkward laugh.

“My sister at home?” Jason asked walking beside Kyle.

“Yeah, yeah she is,” Kyle answered. He could feel himself sweating. It was hot but not that hot. What if Jason noticed him sweating too much?

“Cool. I’ll walk with you,” Jason said with an easy grin “you getting sick?”

“What?! No. I’m fine. It’s just hot. Today,” he said pushing the elevator button back at the apartment building.

“Yeah, you’re like real sweaty, Bro. What’s in the bag?” Jason asked. “Like if you’re sick and I got on the elevator with you, I’m kicking your ass because I can’t handle being sick.”

“I’m not sick. I’m fine,” Kyle said a little too forcefully.

“Okay,” Jason said side eyeing Kyle. Kyle’s fingers were white with grip on the bag and Jason subtly eyed it but couldn’t tell anything.

“Hey you’re- Jason!” You yelped as you saw your brother right behind Kyle. Kyle gave you the bag quickly with a wide eyed look.

“Hey, how are you?” Jason asked while giving you a hug.

“Good. Good,” you said with a new level of stress. Why the fuck was your brother here now?

As if by the magic of luck in a series of unfortunate events, through the cheap quality of the bag to begin with and the tightness Kyle had been holding it, to the slight way you swung it away from you when hugging Jason; it broke. The content flopped on the floor slightly behind you and yo the right which just happened to be the perfect angle for Jason to view the contents.

“…. Is this a… a pregnancy test??” He asked after automatically picking up what you dropped. And that felt like the moment you’d soul left your body. The moment your brother held a pregnancy test and asked if it was yours when you both already knew the answer.

“Uhh- well, yes,” you said. He stared at you for a second.

“And…” he promoted.

“Nothing. Nothing,” you tried to play it off.

“Holy shit. That’s why you look sick. You knocked my sister up. Holy shit,” Jason says turning to Kyle. Kyle stood back a little.

“Jay,” you said putting your hand on his shoulder. Jason frowned heavily at you. “Don’t get mad.”

“I’m already mad. I’m deciding if I’m going to shoot him,” Jason said with a horrible smile at Kyle. Kyle’s ring started to glow a little.

“No. There will be none of that. Jason don’t even think about it,” you said. He glared at Kyle.

“When you least expect it, Lantern,” he said nastily. “I gotta go before I break his pretty face.”

“Jason!”

“Love you did but gotta go,” he said before leave. As he left out the door he grabbed a set of keys and threw them and hit Kyle directly between the eyes.

“Ow,” Kyle said rubbing his face.

“Okay I’m gonna take that test now,” you said.

“Oh god. Wait. Wait,” Kyle said walking over to you. “Whatever. I’m here.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said nodding.

3 days later Jason just shoots a whole damn clip at Kyle while he holds up a green lantern construct guard.

——————————

Kon Kent x Batsis!reader

Kon woke up one day to a sound he didn’t quite understand. Heart beats. Fast heart beating. First he looked over at you sleeping but no you had a steady normal beat you always had. He listened closer and with a little maneuvering, realized what he heard. Kon fell out of bed in shock. What had he done?

You rolled over to look at him on the floor in sleepy confusion.

“What’s the matter, my alien lover?” You said with a grin.

“Yeah, yeah, speaking of. There is something we need to talk about,” he said. Kon didn’t know how to bring it up. It worked the other way where the woman announced she was pregnant.

“What’s the matter?” You asked with a frown.

“Nothing bad like that. Well, maybe. Uhh that’s up to you and your choices, that I totally support-“

“Conner, what are you talking about,” you asked fully awake.

“You have two heartbeats,” he said and you stared at him for a second.

“I have an irregular heartbeat?”

“No, you have 2 different heartbeats. In your body,” he said and you froze at the realization.

“Are you- are you saying I’m pregnant???” You asked sitting up and feeling nauseous suddenly.

“Probably. Yes. I haven’t been wrong about this yet. I won’t do any x ray viewing for safety,” he said. Kon climbed back on the bed and took your hand that was shaking.

“I just- I didn’t think it was be this soon. I thought we’d be…” you trailed off before you finished your sentence but Kon got what you meant. You’d been together for 2 years and living together for almost a year so the talk wasn’t a complete surprise.

“Married?” He filled in and you nodded. “We can, if you want.”

“Not like this,” you frowned. Your alarm on your phone rang. “Oh shoot. I’ve got to pick up Tim from the airport!”

You got up and started changing clothes. Kon froze while watching you for a second before throwing clothing on over the boxers he wore. He couldn’t help if he thought you were smoking hot.

The hot summer air hit different when you knew you were going in a perfectly climate controlled car that Bruce had bought you. Kon threw on some shades and laid back the passenger seat as you pulled out of the driveway.

“We tell Tim nothing,” you said. “He’s a worrier. We’ll tell him when we have a plan and he won’t freak out.”

“Okay. You aren’t- you aren’t freaking out,” Kon asked watching you. He was listening to both heartbeats coming from your body and noted yours was slightly faster than normal.

“I’m definitely freaking out. But we can figure things out later,” you said. Kon just nodded before looking out the window. Bat emotion suppression ran in the family.

“Timmy,” you cried before pulling him in a tight hug. He smiled and let you pull him around. “I haven’t seen you in months!”

“We’ll, somebody had to move to California,” he teased. “Hey Kon.”

“Somebody could use a tan,” he teased while also giving Tim a hug before climbing in the car.

“Not a thing in Gotham. Plus, I’m only going to be here for a week,” Tim answered. “But I do want to have some fun. I heard parasailing is great. What do you think?” He asked you.

“No! I mean- that’s a bad idea,” Conner said. Tim turned and looked at him.

“What are you talking about? Aren’t you the one that likes to drag her to the top of the Golden Gate Bridge to make out?” Tim asked.

“Well- uhh…”

“I’m getting over a stomach bug,” you lied.

“Okay, tell me the truth,” Tim said looking between you both. “Both of you are acting weird.”

“We’re not,” you protested.

“Then go parasailing with me.”

“She can’t,” Kon answered too quickly and you palmed your face. Tim looked at you dryly as you pulled in to the parking garage of your building.

“Yeah…”

“Fine. We’ll tell you inside,” you said after a pause. Tim grabbed his bag and nodded.

“We will?!” Kon asked with wide eyes. He was literally floating off the ground. You pulled his arm and he touched down.

“I can’t lie to Tim,” you shrugged. Tim sat his bags down and looked at you expectantly.

“Alright. I’m pregnant,” you said, holding the counter nervously.

“I knew it! That was my first thought,” he says triumphantly. “You’re pregnant. Oh god, you’re pregnant?”

“Yeah?” You said and Kon watched Tim closely.

“How far along? Have you been to the doctor? Do you take vitamins?” Tim said pacing. He pulled his phone out in a rush as if he was going to immediately order some.

“Woah, we just found out today so I don’t know. Actually we found out because Kon heard a heartbeat,” you said.

“Okay. You really got her pregnant?” He asked again.

“Uh, yeah?” Kon said waiting for Tim to do something. Tim laughed. Loudly. Kon was even more scared.

“Oh god, when Bruce finds out you’re gonna end up strung up with Kryptonite so bad that not even Supes can save you,” he said before laughing again. “And that’s if Dick or Jason or Damian doesn’t get to you first. You got Batman’s daughter pregnant.”

“Ah man. I didn’t even think of that,” Kon groaned.

“It’s okay, the body cast will be off by the time the baby is born,” Tim teased while placing a hand on Kon’s shoulder a little too tightly. “Ass,” he added while manhandling Kon.

A few hours later

“Steph, I need your help. My sister is pregnant,” Tim said over the phone on the balcony.

“Cass??”

“No! She’s dating you. My other sister,” he said with an eye roll.

“That makes more sense. Go on, bird boy,” she said.

“I need advice and help-“

“Say no more. Bring your credit card and we’ll buy everything she needs,” Steph said.

“Thank you so much.”

———————————

Ghost Maker x bat aunt!reader (idk what I think of that description but I guess it works??)

“You’re pregnant?”

“Yeah, K, I am,” you said. He tapped his fingers on the table in the massive penthouse apartment he rented.

“Well, then you will need proper nutrition and the best medical care and-“

“Woah woah. That’s it?” You asked shocked.

“Yes. It’s important for developing fetus-“

“I am aware K. But I thought you’d be… I don’t know…”

“Emotional? I don’t have much of that,” he said with a smile. “I’m practical. I see a problem and i fix it. You can either have the best medical care money can buy, an abortion, or adoption. I will pay for anything you want of course. It is your body.”

“Sometimes I forget you are a psychopath,” you admitted with a dry smile. “Repressed emotions run in the family so your actions seem practically normal. But moments like this are… tough.”

“I apologize,” he said. “I would not make a good father in a traditional sense but I would provide any worldly needs you or the child would need. You don’t have to decide today. This situation is unfortunate luck as we were using protection but I have never abandoned responsibilities.”

“Yeah,” you said grimly looking out at the Gotham skyline. “I have to tell Bruce soon. I’m supposed to help him with his work and I can’t do that now.”

Ghost Maker watched you carefully. He imagined that regular emotions would make this situation easier for you.

“We can meet him if you would like. He will probably fight me,” he commented.

“Yeah… but you both do that anyways,” you answered.

4 hours later you sat in a booth on the other side of town overlooking the bay. Bruce was sitting across from you talking about some business or another that you frankly weren’t listening a word to. You were too busy tearing your napkin apart.

“What is wrong with you?” Bruce said suddenly. You looked up at him startled. “You’re anxious.”

“I’m not,” you retorted.

“You’re nervously wringing at your napkin, your breathing is shallow, skin moist, pupils slightly dilated, and you are refusing wine with dinner. And the way you look to the door tells me you are expecting someone at the restaurant you had me rent out.”

“I hate that you do that,” you muttered. “Fine. I am expecting someone. I want you to promise civility first.”

“Interesting. You can bring them out. I have a feeling I know what you’re going to say and you needn’t worry about what I’ll think,” Bruce said. You blinked.

“You do? And you aren’t mad,” you asked. Most big brothers weren’t exactly fond of these situations.

“Of course not. I support my sister’s choices in life. And that includes anyone you bring in your life,” he said with a little smile.

“Oh,” you said leaning back in relief. Foot steps announced an arrival and you looked to see K with his mask on and a nice, of course white, suit.

Bruce had his wine glass pressed to his lips but didn’t take a drink. He lowered it and looked between you both. “What is this?”

“We have been seeing it other-“

“He is incapable of feeling love,” Bruce said with a glare at K.

“It wasn’t that kind of thing,” K answered before sitting beside you.

“I don’t need to know the men my sister takes to bed but I must say that I’m shocked,” Bruce said looking at you. “I admittedly thought you were lesbian.”

“That’s what you thought I was announcing?” You smiled and shook your head. “Bi. But there is something I need to tell you,” you said and were you sweating? “Uhh, well… I’m- I’m pregnant.”

Before you could say or do anything else, Bruce had sprung across the table and grabbed K by the collar and slammed him to the floor. It didn’t take much before they were exchanging blows in a fury that most people couldn’t hardly see.

“Stop,” you said angrily. “You’re both acting like children!”

Silverware was thrown at each other and tables flipped. You sighed heavily and grabbed a piece of bread and started tearing and eating it. A huge mirror was broken.

“Bruce, you are paying for any damages,” you said almost conversationally.

Finally they both stopped after thoroughly ruining the room. Both men stood panting. Shirts and jackets were ripped and K had a busted lip. The waiters hadn’t returned to the room probably out of self preservation.

“Look, I am going to decide what I want but I can’t do that if you two are fighting like idiots,” you said angrily and Bruce had the decency to look ashamed. “I’m leaving and neither of you are coming with me until you grow up and clean your mess.”

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I didn’t write Jon kent x reader with Damian finding out because I can’t imagine it. I can only see him dating Damian so I couldn’t imagine him getting with any woman but especially Damian’s sister! But for any situation, Damian would have broken a sword on Jon even tho it didn’t hurt but just because it made Damian feel better.

#fns #batboy fanfic #batsis #kyle rayner x batsis!reader #arsenal x batsis!reader #roy harper x batsis!reader #green lantern x batsis!reader #batsis!reader #kon kent x reader #Kon kent x batsis!reader #superboy x batsis!reader #superboy x reader #kyle rayner x reader #roy harper x reader #ghost maker x reader #ghost maker x batsis!reader #batbros

[headcans-oneshots-and-stuff]

Clark, calling Bruce: We have to talk about the influence your child has on my son Bruce: You knew very well what you were getting yourself into when you allowed Jon to hang out with Damian, I will not take any blame if your son commits a crime because of him Clark: Wha- Crime? No, I was talking about Y/N Bruce: Y/N? What do you mean? She couldn’t hurt a fly Clark: Exactly, Jon refuses to fight criminals, instead he makes flower crowns for her. I think he likes- Bruce: Say no more, I’ll send Damian over, he’ll be back on patrol in no time Bruce: Also, if your son tries anything with my daughter you’ll have hell to pay...

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[toastedkiwi]

Bruce was first snuggling with kidnapped daughter because she’s often the only one seeking out his cuddles. With Konner now coming around the manor more often, he’s the second one to climb into the big bed and always has to sandwich her. Jason is shocking next to get into the bed. He plants himself on the free side of Bruce. No, he will not openly be like “HOLD ME POPS!” Bruce will throw an arm around him and pull him into his side. Tim shuffles in taking the spot by Konner only to be put in a slight but loving headlock by the kryptonian clone. Damian comes in next with a bowl of chocolate Chex and he sits himself crisscross between his father’s ankles and stares at the man while he eats. Dick comes in and heads straight to his first little brother. He lays partially on him and just puts his hand over Jason’s face. Jason shoved him off the bed and receives a very angry look from his “twin”. Jason immediately grabs her face and says “your Ducky is fine.” Dick goes for revenge and grabs Jason’s sweat pants. His hands get smacked by Bruce and Jason’s hand is smacked as well. Bruce said “don’t. Fucking. Start. Richard get into the bed. Jason, don’t touch her face. And Damian, stop fucking staring at me like that!”

Meanwhile, Stephanie and Cassandra are looking at each other. Stephanie says “Alfred’s room?” Cassandra nods. Duke is already there enjoying some tea watching the Great British Bake Off with Alfred and Alfred the cat.

#bruce wayne x kidnapped daughter!reader #batfam headcanons #batfam x batsis!reader #batman x batgirl daughter!reader #superboy x batgirl!reader #konner kent x wayne!reader

[morgansunflower]

Don't Abandon Me

Kon-El Kent X Batsis! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, blood, abandonment issues and angst

Words:1558

Arthur's notes! Kon-El(90s Superboy), are brothers Conner(Young Justice) also Jordan & Jonathan are their younger twin brothers. Also Dick Grayson is Robin.

Y/N's parents abandon her which leads to her becoming apart of a family that would grow and grow and grow.

Y/N steps away out from the school, she feels her gut twist seeing Kon with a blank expression as his father was scolding him. He was still worrying about her he didn't feel the need to defend himself. His, mother close by with no sign disagreeing what his father was saying.

She slowly approaches Clark lowered his voice hearing her footsteps come closer. He turns to see the young girl with a bruise on her cheek. The parents then fear somehow she had gotten in the middle of the fight.

"Mr and Mrs Kent.. It wasn't Kon's fault it was mine. I was with Kon and my ex was jealous, he took it out on me and your son did the right thing"

"oh sweetheart. Thank you for telling us the truth of what had happened. This was NOT your fault" Lois kindly said

"Lois is right" Clark agreed "were glad you're OK"

"thanks to your son" she smiled to Kon

The parents look to their son with guilt on their faces, he shrugged his shoulders

"it's fine I mean my reputation isn't exactly reliable" Kon sarcastically said

Lois turned her attention back to the young girl "thank you again for clearing things up" just then, she remembered a little girl who used to visit their home and was, her son's best friend "you ate Y/N L/N, right?"

Kon panicked inside. Why did his mother have to say that?

"uh yes, you remember me?"

"of course we do, our son talks about you all the time" Clark said

Kon quickly cut in "anywho!! Ma, Dad I'm going to take Y/N back to her house and I'll be back home for dinner tonight"

Lois softly scoffs "oh nonsense, Y/N would care to join us for dinner? So long as it's OK with your parents"

"I'd love to.."

Y/N and Kon finished dinner with his family. The two walked outside together in the peaceful field however Y/N was not at peace. Kon had been her best friend for years.. But how could she tell him? The past year they had drifted apart as she barely saw him. Now her life had truly been falling apart.

"so what time do I have to take you home?" Kon asked in playful bitter tone

She gently smiled to him "oh don't worry about that. You already have done so much for me.. Besides I can walk home"

"I am not letting you walk home alone. Why would you even think I'd let that happen? Your folks still hate me?" Kon sighed

"no, it's more along the lines of them hating me and not wanting anything to do with me" Y/N stuttered

"Y/N what happened?.."

"my uh.. My parents left me" she admitted to only person she can truly trust.

Kon was shocked, appalled "Whoa Whoa, they left you? All alone? Have you seriously been all alone?" he grunted angered at himself "fuck me. I am so sorry Y/N. I should have been there"

"no, Kon. It's OK" she assured saddening

He sweetly touches her shoulders "no it isn't.. It really isn't. I'm so sorry that I wasn't there"

"drifted as we, may.. I still trust you" she gently smiled

"I'm glad you still do.. Where have you been staying?" he then asked

"at the house.. If if it's too cold Mount Justice.."

"you need somewhere safe to stay.. Not Mount Justice. A real home"

"I know.. But I don't want to leave my friends or you.. And foster care seems utterly ridiculous when no one will want me"

"Y/N you are wanted, don't say that. Just because two people who were supposed to love you abandoned you. Does not mean you're unloved, ok?"

She gently nodded her eyes shaking "thank you"

She hugs him tightly. Kon gently wrapped his arms around her. He had to fix this.

The Kent's helped her move her bags into the car. Kon gave her the biggest hug he could without causing her any harm.

"I'm gonna miss you at school" he mumbled

"I will miss you too.. But I'll see you on missions.. And more if you want to visit me"

"well of course I want to and you are more than welcome to come see me to" Kon exclaimed

She sits in the passenger seat as Bruce Wayne made his to Wayne Manor.. Her new home.

During her time... Alfred was kind to her and helped her in many ways. Dick was no were near whelmed with having a big sister. He was truly the most excited and most welcoming.

Batman was different. Rather than ignore her completely he didn't. He listened to her, he helped her and he seemed to care. She still was worried even with the adoption papers signed by his signature... Things would fall apart.

She had been staying in the Manor for nearly over a year. She was inside the Bat-cave her heart beating up and down hard enough she could go into a anxiety attack if she wasn't careful.

"he'll be fine. He's done this before.. Although Maybe not quite this long" Dick said seeing his sisters obvious distraught.

She remained silent unable to calm down. She had finally seemed to be getting close to her father.. Now.. Could he be hurt? Could he have left them? Just as her lips tremble. She tightly crossed her arms and closed her eyes.

Batman had been unresponsive for almost a hour. Alfred gave orders for H/N and Robin to stay until he became responsive.

The Bat-mobile drives into the Manor skidding across the platform. The door opens and he leaps out landing not so perfectly. All while placing pressure on the bleeding wound on his hip.

"although that usually doesn't happen" Dick nervously said.

To be abandoned was one thing. To be loved by another parent and to.. Almost lose them. She never experienced such heavy emotions. Alfred tends to his wounds. Bruce could see his daughter, was furious.

"Y/N--" she instantly lost her control

"do you not have the decency to tell us you were injured?!!? Do you care so little of how worried we were?! How could you--" she stammered as past fears became present in her eyes.

She steps away from them to leave in her heartbreak. Grayson wanted to hug her, but knew she needed space.

"Y/N!" Bruce shouted to her wanting to resolve what happened

Though she kept walking. As she made it to her room. Y/N leans against her the door she slammed. Her knees give out as she falls to sit against the door.

She was festering in her anxious thoughts. Still sitting there as she cried. He must be disappointed in her she believed.

She sees a, floating figure outside her window. She didn't bother moving too overcome with emotion. Her boyfriend opens her window flying inside. He sits beside her. He draped her legs over his own and held her in his arms. He gently moves her beautiful face on his chest.

"I yelled at him Kon. Like really yelled at him for only being gone for almost a hour... He could have died and I yelled at him. He is going to hate me. I m-messed up"

Kon gently shakes his head and began placing kisses all around her "Baby no no no. That's not true. Please don't say or even dare think that, Honey. You were scared and that's ok, that's normal. He loves you. You're his daughter"

"I just.. I don't want to lose him to" she began to sob.

"you won't" he promised kissing her.

Kon held her until her eyes grew weak and her exhaustion finally took in. He gently laid her down on her bed. He lays her blanket on her and kisses her goodbye.

After a few too many convincing words from her family and her boyfriend. She stood in front of the door to Bruce's room. She had a glass of water, to excuse the reason why she was here.

She clears her throat and shakes her emotions away. She moves her hand to knock instantly remembering coming to a, empty house.. Abandoned... She knocks.

"come in Y/N" Bruce said

She sighed, of course he knew it was her. She opens the door to see Bruce laying in his bed. He had his chest bandaged and a, bandaid on his face.

"I.. I uh brought you some water"

"thank you" he gently smiled

She placed it on his nightstand. He could tell his poor daughter, was completely nervous.

"I suppose I owe you a apology for my outburst. It won't happen again" she promised ashamed "if you... If.." she couldn't force her worst fear out

"Y/N I did not intend to worry you. You are going to become angered with me time and time again. However I will never abandon you Y/N" Bruce promised his daughter.

"it's not just that, I don't want you to die" she cried

"don't worry. I or someone will alert back up before that happens" he promised her

"Superman?.."

"my heart have better stopped beating.." he demands

She laughs knowing he was serious "I may have to sacrifice your dignity"

He takes her his daughter's hand "if that is what it takes"

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Being Damian Wayne's Twin Sister Would Include:

Headcanons.

❝Exactly. I don't ask my dog to drive, and I don't ask the Justice League to solve my problems.❞

— Damian Wayne, Adventures of the Super Sons #9: Showdown on Hexworld

TRIGGER WARNING: Cursing, (Damian’s) death. Mentions of toxic masculinity and internalized misogyny, nightmares, blood, knives.

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When people ask you, “So, which one of you is the evil twin?” Damian always glowers, and you always motion to him.

You look disturbingly alike when only your eyes are showing; Damian’s got long lashes. Talia taught you a good tactic for tag-teaming in combat as kids was to pull up your hinged balaclavas and make the enemy think there was only one of you, that they’re seeing double.

Or for one of you to hang back while the other attacks as a distraction before the other knocks them out from behind.

Obviously, this won’t work when the two of you start filling out, but it works when you’re kids. It’s the reason why, even off the field, the two of you usually wear a matching outfits with hoods.

You utilize the same methods when she sends you to live with Bruce.

You don the Robin costume just like he does, much to the rest of the Batfam’s confusion (both because they weren’t expecting it and because they can’t tell you apart either), but sticking with the “red” theme, you go by Redstart.

There’s a rumor on the street that Robin V. is a meta that can teleport.

The two of you are freakishly good at mimicking the other’s voice and mannerisms, which makes it even harder for your family.

Jason tells you two about April Fools Day, and you make the most of it. Of course, Damian’s a pain in the a$$ and decides to go around pretending to be you and getting into trouble. You’re banned from the mall, and you still have no idea why. 

The two of you can communicate with just an impassive expression (Dick says it looks like a prime example of twin telepathy to anyone else), but anyone close to you knows sh¡t’s about to hit the fan when the two of you look at each other and smirk.

If it’s something you can’t communicate nonverbally, you use your cryptophasia. 

Cryptophasia is a language developed by twins when they’re learning to talk. Most of them grow out of it, you and Damian decided to keep developing it so it became more of a conlang. No one else has been taught to speak it, and they never will be. It’s for emergencies only.

Sun Tzu’s The Art of War was your Bible growing up, and the two of you call out verses when you fight together and need the other to understand a tactic (you both inherited Bruce’s eidetic memory, so you’ve got it memorized).

When you get too big to pull off the which-is-which game, you make your own costume and become the true Redstart. 

It’s basically Damian’s Robin uniform (the Super Sons’s version is the only one I’ll accept), but the boots and gloves are black, the biceps have a white stripe, the lining of the cape is white (the lining of the hood is black), the gold accents become white, it has a zipper down the front instead of clasps, and the mask becomes black (including the eyes). The waterline of the eyes is white. Like a painted redstart.

If Damian’s into animals, you’re into plants. The two of you find common ground on the fact that pollution sucks, so when you walk Titus, you take a trash bag and gloves with you to pick up litter as you go.

You did not want to go to Jon’s school. 

Not because you don’t like Jon (because you do), but because you know you could run intellectual circles around every one of those snot-nosed brats. 

School is stupid. Especially because the American education system is subpar; everything about it is.

You hardly pay attention in class. You do all of the homework a week ahead of time incase something comes up. Usually you’re doing next week’s homework in class. You’ve written entire papers on your phone in Google Docs in the middle of class to be printed out later.

If you’ve already done everything, Damian’s usually drawing and you’re daydreaming or you’re working on a case on your phone.

The teachers are always trying to catch you not paying attention, but you little sh¡ts can always answer their questions. 

Damian’s closest with Dick, but you’re closest with Tim. You admire his ability to plan ahead (see the entirety of the Red Robin comics), and you know that he’s better than both your father and your grandfather; you want to be as good as him when you grow up.

It takes a long time to wash the toxic masculinity and internalized misogyny our of your head, to learn that your grandfather’s ideas of “strength” were wrong, that it’s okay to lean on someone besides Damian, that you can be just as strong as your brother and still be feminine, that there are acceptable emotions besides anger.

Actually, your father teaches you that anger is more likely to get you killed. He won’t let you go into the field when he knows your angry.

It’s harder to drill out of you than your instinct to kill.

There’s a Lebanese restaurant called Tarbooshes (Teen Titans Special #1) the two of you go to when you’re feeling homesick. They make ox blood soup the same way your mother did, and it’s the only non-vegetarian thing Damian will eat for that very reason.

It’s nice to have a place to go where they know you by name and know what you want when you tell them “the usual.” It’s nice to have a place where you’re not a Wayne or an Al Ghul, where you’re just [Y/N] and Damian.

You disappear for an hour on your birthday to eat there. Bruce has asked you were you go, but you kept that between the two of you. 

Speaking of birthdays, you’re eleven minutes older than him. He was six pounds and ten ounces (Batman & Robin #0?), and you were a solid seven.

After Damian died, you go to Tarbooshes to feel close to him.

You were doing all right with the no-killing thing until the night Damian died.

Heretic never stood a chance.

He looked so much like Damian it gave you nightmares, though. Nightmares where you killed your twin brother and woke up sobbing.

Damian didn’t give you a speech in his last moments. He just looked over at you and said in your cryptophasia, “I’m sorry.” 

Not “I love you.” Not “Take care of them for me.” You knew that; you’d do that. He didn’t have to tell you, and he didn’t have to ask.

Just “I’m sorry.” Sorry that you were the one that was left behind.

It’s one thing to lose a family member, to lose a friend, or to lose a lover. It’s another to lose half of your soul.

The two of you had always feared you would die apart. It had always been a possibility; you weren’t stupid enough to think, “It’ll never happen to me.” Because it definitely could. 

And it had.

You wanted to run away from everything. Even just for a while. Go to one of your safe houses in London or France or whatever and just — you didn’t know — stare at the wall until you felt better? But you’d made that unspoken promise to Damian — “I’ll take care of them for you; don’t worry.” — to take care of Titus and Catfred and Jerry and Batcow and Goliath, to take care of Alfred and Bruce and Dick and Jason and Cassandra and Tim, to take care of Jon and Colin and Maps.

You avoided the cave. And if you had to go down there for some reason, you refused to look at the Robin suits.

Dick noticed. He asked if you wanted them taken down, even just for a while. You gave him a look like he was nuts and said, “No.”

Jon was a mess. More of a mess than you were, somehow. 

You’d shown up at the Kents’s. Jon was out doing Superboy things with Clark and Conner. Lois was the only one home.

You nearly scared her out of her skin when you materialized behind her and asked, “Is Jon home? It’s important.” 

He had to know first. He deserved to.

For all he put up with from you two, he deserved to be the first to know when one of you was f*cking dead.

Lois, of course, bless her heart, had the mom instincts to know that you were in no way, shape, or form okay even when you were trying so hard to hold yourself together. She asked you what’s wrong, and it’s what made you break. 

Your lip trembled. “He’s gone.”

“Who’s gone?”

“Damian,” your voice broke. “He’s dead.” 

Jon came home to find you in his living room in your Robin uniform, covered in Damian’s and Heretic’s blood, snot running down your lip, sobbing in his mothers arms and knew what happened without having to ask. He did anyway.

When you and Jon both finally passed out, your Uncle Clark flew you back to the Batcave. No one was in any condition — not even Alfred — so he carried you up to your room; took your boots, mask, cape, and gloves off; and tucked you in. Then he went to find Bruce because there was no doubt he was losing it too.

Bruce doesn’t tell you anything about trying to find a way to bring him back without the Lazarus pit because he doesn’t want to get your hopes up. 

You walk into your room one day to find Damian sitting there reading the dissertation (the requirement was three pages, not 120, but your teacher would just have to deal with your coping mechanisms) you had been working on for your World History class and left up on your laptop while on patrol. 

He said with the utmost indifference, “You’ve made some good points, Sister,” and, of course, you pulled out a knife and attacked him because this was — was — was some shapeshifting alien or hologram tech or a cruel joke — your twin was dead, this wasn’t funny, whoever did this was going to pay.

He met you blow-for-blow and flipped away from you before saying, “And here I was expecting a warm welcome,” in your cryptophasia. 

“Brother?” 

“Tt. Obviously.” 

Yeah, a college level thesis. You’re smart. You inherited Bruce’s eidetic memory and were raised by assassins.

You learned seven languages and wrote five doctoral theses by the time your teeth came in, wrote your first letter to a newspaper editor when you were two, could’ve had a geology doctorate when you were seven (Super Sons #1), and it only took you a week to learn the language on Takron-Galtos. You’re smart.

You’re also incredibly skilled. You learned to drive when you were five (Super Sons #1), your mother trained you to go for weeks without eating (Adventures of the Super Sons #6), you can micro-sleep for days and converse with half your brain asleep, can use a muscular contraction to move your liver out of the way of a blade (Nightwing #20), and can place yourself in a deep trance to heal damages caused by a hematoma (also #20).

(My dumba$$ didn’t note what Super Sons/Adventure of the Super Sons comic I was reading when I took notes, so I don’t have all of them noted in the two above bullet points. But that’s where they’re from. If I end up rereading them, I’ll edit this and add the comic numbers.)

The first time on patrol you thought Bruce was gonna die, you called him Baba. 

The next evening, when Dick came to visit the cave, he turned to you and Damian and asked, “So, which one of you called him Dad?” 

“How’d you know?” you asked. 

“He’s smiling the way he did the day I called him Tati.”

“He’s not smiling,” Damian pointed out.

“He is on the inside.”

Can we talk about how royally the Arkham Knights game screwed up Tim Drake? (Though, everything seems to screw up Tim one way or another, I guess.) Why does he look like a quidditch player in the gif above the cut?

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DISCLAIMER ━━━ I’m a dumb white American, and I don’t know much about Arab or Romani culture other than what I’ve learned online. I hope I got it right?? If I didn’t, please drop a comment or P.M. me or something to let me know!

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[ruddyswojtyla]

His Jon Kent x Reader

Ride it, we're all alone

Ride it, just lose control

Ride it, ride it, come touch my soul

Ride it, ride it, let me feel you

Ride it, turn the lights down low

Ride it, from head to toe

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“DICK THERE IS A THING CALLED KNOCKING!”I said, screaming at him. “WHY ARE YOU ON TOP OF HIM WITH JUST MY HOODIE”, He shouted causing everyone in the house to come to my room. “What is going on here Grayson?”asked Damian with an angry voice. “Nothing! We were Fighting because Kent stole my book without asking!”I lied but everyone believes what I say. “So that is why you are on top of him? But where is the book?”, Asked Jason. Thank god I always put a book under my bed. I got off Jon and pretended that he threw my book there and grabbed my book to show it to my brothers. “See he got this book and threw it over here that is why i was on top of him because I was going to hit him.” and I gave a death stare to Jon but he knew I was faking it and gave me a smirk. “Well you grab my things without asking n/n!”, he said in an angry tone. “BUT YOU KNOW THAT I HATE WHEN PEOPLE GRAB MY BOOK KENT!” “Aw, is Wayne going to cry?” I pretended to get mad and I got on top of him again and slapped him face but I felt something big. That is when I noticed that he was turned on. His face was red but was because of the slap I gave him or was it because he was turned on. He gave me a death stare and threw me to the other side of the bed and left my room angry. Damian went after him but he gave me a death stare because I slapped his friend. Tim, Dick, and Jason were still in my room so I screamed at them. “GET OUT OF MY ROOM!” And I threw a pillow at them. They left my room but Dick left with a frown on his face. I went to my door and locked it. I threw myself on my bed and looked at the roof, when suddenly my phone rang. I got up and grabbed my phone and I saw it was a text from Jon, I opened it and that is when I noticed that I am really turned on and I need him. “It was fun, baby girl. ;)”

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[astronomoney]

Heyo! I heard you were open for requests, so I thought if I can ask for a fluffly prompt of 18? Like Jon kent x batsis? ( I noticed this dude don't get much love at all.) Maybe it has like a tiny (big) crush on batsis, and accidentally ends up following her. But don't rush your self, I know you got alot to do. I'll wait! Ty! (This is alot of reading, sorry.)

Pairing: Jon Kent x Fem!reader

Prompts: Prompt list 18-“Care to explain why you’ve been following me for 6 blocks?” (Apparently “care to explain *inster text here*” is a common prompt theme on my list)

Summary: Jon Kent meets the one and only batsis (that’s you) and being the idiot he is, falls madly in love... naturally.

A/n: Ok so this took a while and i didn’t like where it was going for a while but after some editing i actually really like how this turned out! (Also sorry this took so long life hit me like bitch this past week) And Jon and the reader are about 15 16 ish here which makes damian 19ish. Masterlist

Word count: 1.5k it’s not a super long thing but i’m pretty pleased with that number

Code: y/n=your name

Not So Super Stelthy

Jon Kent floated in a small circle about 4 feet above the ground, trying his best not to fall asleep. He had been watching Damian watch security footage on the batcomputer for 30 minutes and he was bored out of his mind.

“What are you even looking for?” Jon asked, letting himself land and walking over to the computer.

“Proof.” Damian replied, too focused on the tape to give more than a one word answer.

“Right, of course the proof,” Jon nodded his head before pausing awkwardly.

Damian sighed and paused the video. “You have no idea what i’m talking about.”

“Nope.”

“And you’re extremely bored.”

“Yup.” Jon rocked back on his heels, dragging out the Y sound.

“Fine then, you can look around the cave but don’t touch anything. Got it?” Damin said sternly, knowing that if he didn’t give Jon something to do he'd start asking questions nonstop.

“Really! I can go explore by myself!” He exclaimed, instantly more energetic. “I promise i won’t break anything!” He called flying swiftly out of the room before Damian could change his mind.

He walked down a random hallway looking at the various souvenirs on the walls. He heard some grunting and the sound metal against metal coming from a room down the hall. He made his way toward the sound using his super hearing to try and figure out who it was.

“That was so not fair!” An unknown female voice exclaimed.

“Technically that’s not stated in the rules.” a smug voice shot back. Jon recognized it to be Tim’s but he still didn’t know who the other person was. He kept walking towards the sound until he found a large open room with weapons on the walls and mats on the floor.

In the middle of the room he saw two people holding metal bow staffs and walking around each other.

“Well it was implied.” The girl said before charging Tim. She swung at his left but he blocked and twirled the bow staff around to hit her in the side. She stumbled back but quickly regained her balance and came at him again, this time faking a hit to the right before sweeping his legs out from under him so he landed on his back. His staff rolled away and it was very clear that he had lost that fight.

“YES!” The girl cheered “I win and you owe me 20 bucks.” She boasted in a sing-song voice, reaching out her hand to help Tim up.

“Yeah yeah I get it.” Tim grabbed her hand and hoisted himself up sounding annoyed at his defeat. The girl turned around and walked towards the bench where a plastic half empty water bottle sat. That was when Jon saw her face for the first time, that was also when she noticed Jon.

“Oh hey Superboy.” She said, sounding slightly confused as to why the Metropolis hero would be in the batcave.

“Jon?” Tim asked, turning towards him. “What are you doing here?” He smiled and walked over to rest his elbow on the girl's shoulder.

“Hi sorry i didn’t mean to bother you I was just uh exploring.” Jon said, semi awkwardly. “Damian’s doing some research on the computer and I guess he didn’t want me distracting him.” He pointed sheepishly towards the room where Damian was still watching security tapes.

The girl laughed and shrugged Tims arm away. “Well definitely don’t take that personally. Damian’s not really one for conversation. I’m y/n by the way.”

He remembered Damian mentioning her here and there but he’d never met her before. “I’m Jon, but you know that already.”

She laughed again which made him smile. “Well Jon it’s nice to meet you.”

“There you are.” Damian rounded the corner. “I have the proof but we need to hurry if we’re going to get there in time.”

“You better get going before Damian pulls a kryptonite katana on you.” y/n joked waving over at the very grumpy looking teenager.

“Yeah,” Jon laughed. “Wait? Does he really have one of those?” his smile was replaced with slight concern for his own safety.

“Superboy. Let’s go.” Damian sounded impatient, although he always sounded like that.

“Sorry i’m coming.” Jon began flying over to him. “Bye y/n!” he called before turning the corner and disappearing.

“Bye Jon.” Y/n leaned on the door frame and watched him fly off, a small smile on her face.

“Umm what was that?” Tim asked a very confused look on his face.

“What was what?” she turned around

“Oh I don't know, maybe the whole ‘oh hi i’m y/n nice to meet you’ thing?”

“Ok I know you don’t talk to people very often but typically when you meet someone new you introduce yourself.”

“Well your starry eyed stare might have been a bit too much.”

“Starry eyed?” she scoffed in response “I was in no way starry eyed.”

“Uh huh sure.” He said in an over-protective-older-brother voice.

“Shut up.” y/n tossed a bow staff to Tim and got into a fighting stance with her own.

༻𖥸༺

After a mission went wrong, Damian demanded Jon train in the cave at least twice a week to make him, in Damians words “Somewhat competent on the field”. That meant Jon would spend more time in the cave and saw more of y/n.

Whenever Jon and y/n got a chance to talk it felt like they’d known each other for their whole lives. They had inside jokes and about 2/3’s of a secrets code memorized. Sometimes they would just sit next to each other, completely comfortable in the silent company. Jon’s heart started to beat faster when she was around and his cheeks would heat up when she smiled at him.

He got distracted whenever she came into the training room which resulted in a very hard kick to the stomach on more than one occasion. One day while Jon was on his way home from the manor, he spotted y/n walking swiftly across a rooftop. He hadn’t seen in the cave that day but Damian said she was at a friends house.

His exact words were “She’s at her friends house studying, now if you’re done being completely in love with my sister can we run the training again?”

Of course Jon responded by saying “I am not in love with her!” but it was clear that Damian didn’t buy that and at this point Jon wasn’t sure he believed it either.

‘What is she doing out?’ he thought while silently ducking behind a nearby billboard. Jon let her get about three rooftops away and used his super senses to keep track of her. She turned left, then left again, then right, then another left, and finally stopped on top of a random building.

Y/n turned to look at the city and let out a sigh. “You know,” she spoke softly with a hint of a smirk in her voice. “For someone with Superpowers you’re shit at staying hidden.”

‘Busted’

“How could you possibly have seen me?” Jon came out from his apparently not so good hiding place and landed a few feet away from her on the roof. “I was in super stealth mode.”

“Well darling Jon i was raised by Batman. Noticing things is kinda, well my thing.” She laughed. “Now, care to explain why you’ve been following me for 6 blocks?”

“W-well i have a perfectly reasonable explanation for that and it is because,” he said slowly trying to come up with a good excuse as to why he’d been following her. The truth was he didn’t know why he’d followed her. Although he had a sneaking suspicion it had to do with his not so small crush.

“It’s because- Hey wait a second you’re not even supposed to be out here.” Jon cut himself off by changing the subject. “Didn’t Batman like, ban you from being a crime fighter?”

“What Batman doesn't know won’t hurt him.” She walked over to him so they were now about 2 feet apart.

“He’s Batman! He knows everything!” Jon exclaimed as if it was obvious.

“Well i’m not going to tell him.” She paused leaning closer to Jon so they were mere inches away from each other. His heart speed up and he felt his cheeks turn pink from how close they were. “Are you going to tell him?”

“N-no?” It sounded more like a question then an answer but it was good enough for y/n.

“Great!” She leaned away again, her smile returning. “Now that i’ve confirmed you won’t be snitching on me, we can go get some food. I am starving and there’s a great taco truck just around the corner that makes the best nachos. That is if you want to?”

“Want to? Yeah i’d love to!” He smiled happily at the idea.

“Perfect, then it’s a date.”

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