#yes he is wearing nightwing merch

[kieran-granola]

Material Boy

(This one is available on AO3)

When he’s not busy being a vigilante, Tim likes to think that he’s a pretty simple guy. He has normal, civilian friends. He's awkward when he talks to people he wants to bang. He likes skateboarding and playing Warlocks & Warriors. He dropped out of high school.

He also, like many kids of his generation, grew up collecting superhero merchandise and memorabilia.

And yes, maybe he never got out of the habit of collecting super-trinkets even after joining the vigilante game — a fact he keeps between himself and God, he can only imagine how much shit Steph and the others would give him if they knew — but it's not like he steals stuff from the heroes he knows. He just... buys things. A lot of things.

Which brings him to his current problem: the amount of merchandise created depends a lot on a hero's popularity. This means that Superman has insane amounts of merch. Wonder Woman and Batman too, to a lesser extent. In Gotham, Robin does pretty well for kids' stuff, and Nightwing has inspired more than one, uh, adult line of toys.

…But Red Hood? As tacky as brands can get with their products, they know better than to create merch of mass murdering rogues and villains, and unfortunately people aren't sure whether Red Hood qualifies a good guy. This means that Tim's haul is Very Poor when it comes to Hood. Which is an issue on account of Tim's massive crush on Jason.

How is a man supposed to pine in dignity when he can't even find a decent body pillow to warm his lonely bed? How?!

Tim obviously has to fix this problem. He has to rehabilitate Red Hood and ensure a steady supply of bling for his display cases. And shelves. And furniture. And possibly wardrobe, he's not picky.

He has to.

Which is why he ends up raving about Red Hood, his crime-fighting exploits, and his charity work on social media. He uses all of his covers' accounts and even creates a few more, enthusing people and posting praise until, finally, his amateur PR campaign snowballs.

He knows his job is done when his hashtags start trending outside of the Gotham metro area, and the first Red Hood plushie comes out of Build-A-Bear.

___________________________

Jason is bemused when he first gets wind of his rising popularity. Sure, it's nice to be appreciated and the genuine testimonials from Gothamites warm the cockles of his dead, dead heart, but where did the hype come from? And why are people trying to ask him for autographs? He's a crime lord! He's dangerous and scary, and people should definitely not feel comfortable enough to ask him for selfies!

…Oh fuck, is that it? Is someone trying to sabotage his reputation?

Disturbed, Jason reaches out to Oracle for some help with finding the person behind this heinous plan. He's not entirely sure why Babs laughs for five minutes straight after hearing his question, but she eventually tells him that the original accounts extolling his virtues belong to Red Robin's covers.

Shrugging to himself, he suits up and heads to Tim's nest. He busts in, ready to deliver the wrath of the Hood on Tim for making him look like a hero when he's a Very Mean, Very Dangerous Badass… only to find Tim eating Froot Loops out of some violently lime liquid, while wearing what looks like chibi Red Hood pajamas, complete with little cat ears over the stylized helmet.

Suffice to say, that display takes the wind out of Jason's sails. He holsters his weapons back and takes off his helmet so Tim can properly appreciate how appalled he is before speaking.

"Okay, what the fuck, Timbo?"

Tim blinks. "You wanna be a bit more specific there?"

"I wouldn't even know where to start. Just. What the fuck."

"Well, I'm having dinner?" Tim tries, shoving a spoonful of cereal in his mouth.

"Froot Loops in, what is that, cucumber juice? That's dinner?" Jason stares harder.

Tim swallows his spoonful thickly. "It's Mountain Dew, actually."

"Okay but that's worse. You get how that's worse, right?"

"Did you seriously come here to talk about my meal plans?"

"I came here to ask why you decided to ruin my street cred, and to kick your ass—" Jason winces as Tim eats another mouthful, "—but apparently you're doing a great job at hurting yourself on your own."

Tim gives him a blank look. "I ruined your street cred? How?"

"You told people I'm a hero," Jason says accusingly.

"Ah, I see what the problem is. Look, Jason, this might come as a shock to you and I understand if you need to take a minute to process this very new piece of information but… you are a hero, dumbass."

Jason seriously considers throwing his helmet at Tim but, with the state Tim is in, he's pretty sure it would feel like pouring water on a drowning man.

"I'm not the kind of hero they make jammies of! I mean, what the fuck are you even wearing?"

Tim pulls on his shirt to show off the design, perking up. "These? They're Red Catting Hood limited edition PJs. They're cute, right?"

You're cute, Jason mutters under his breath, before taking a few menacing steps forward. "They're ridiculous. I'm not a cat. And I'm definitely not cute."

"We're going to have to agree to disagree there."

Jason stares at him. "You think I'm cute?"

"No, I think you're a cat," Tim deadpans, still eating his disgusting mixture.

"I… I tried to kill you, remember?!"

"Yeah, you did. And now I have little cartoon kitties of you on my jim-jams. Life's full of curveballs, isn't it?"

Jason is pretty sure he's having a minor breakdown in Tim's kitchen. He opens and closes his mouth silently several times, confusion robbing him of his words. Tim watches him for a couple of minutes, then he stands up and shuffles closer to pat him on the back.

Jason lets out a very unmanly squeak of horror when he spots matching Red Catting Hood slippers on Tim's feet.

Tim shushes him. "Hey, it's okay, dude. I understand that you don't know how to deal with people expressing positive emotions in your direction after getting the Bruce special growing up, but it's gonna be fine. Just breathe. You'll get used to it."

Jason stares at Tim with wide eyes. Then he gently takes him by the shoulders.

"Timmers. Tim. You crazy little birdie. Telling me I'm cute, talking about emotions... Are you okay? Is this a cry for help? Talk to me."

"You ask me that now?" Tim gives him a judgmental look. "I can't believe that's where you draw the line. I mean, where's your 'Be my Robin' enthusiasm?"

"It drowned in your bowl of Mountain Dew next to the Froot Loops. No, but seriously. If I'm your last resort, then you can tell me what's wrong. No need for tacky PJs, I'll listen."

Tim's eyes narrow. "Okay, then listen to this. First of all, my PJs aren't tacky. Second, I like you, dumbass, and yeah, I think you're cute. And third, I hyped you up on social media because I wanted Red Hood merch for my collection."

Jason takes a second to let that confession wash over him. He regrets removing his helmet. He's blushing, he knows he's blushing. In fact he must have been a redhead in another life, because he must be reminiscent of a tomato at this point, and oh no. He's a grown-ass man, why is he blushing like a nerd for this incredibly sleep-deprived, adorable maniac?

"You have a collection?" he squeaks.

"Uh, yeah. I started it when I was 4." Tim raises his eyebrows. "But nevermind that, are you seriously going to leave me hanging? I just told you I like you, man."

"I don't know what to say," Jason chokes out. "This... You're—I'm not good for you."

"Sorry but the entire internet would disagree. You're a hero, remember? And I can take care of myself, thank you very much. I don't need to be patronized."

Jason gestures at Tim's dinner. "That is demonstrably false."

Tim pouts. "Well. If you were my boyfriend, you could make sure I eat properly."

"Is that what you want? To be my b—" Jason's voice breaks. He swallows before trying again. "To be my boyfriend?"

"I mean, yeah?" Tim shrugs. "That's not why I hyped you up, I'm not kidding about the merch thing. But. Yeah. That would be… Good. Nice."

"Oh."

"Is that something you'd like too?"

Jason licks his lips. "Yeah, I—I think so. Yeah. There's just one thing though..."

Hope sparkles in Tim's eyes. "What?"

"It's just... I can't let people think you like me more than I like you."

"What does that mean?"

"It means—" Jason tugs on the fabric of Tim's PJs, "—that for every Red Hood item you own, you have to get me some matching Red Robin merch."

Tim grins a wide, bright, genuine smile that almost offsets the deep purple bruising under his tired eyes. "It's a deal."

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(They show up to the Manor together two months later to announce their relationship. They walk in hand-in-hand, Jason wearing a Red Robin hoodie, Tim in a Red Hood henley. Damian doesn't even have to pretend to gag at the sight.)

#jaytim #jason todd #tim drake #if you're wondering why Tim didn't just commission some artist for Red Hood merch #well that's because he can't flex online about owning limited editions if there's no market other than him #kieran writes

[vellaphoria]

Can I ask about "truth serum or dare" from you WIP list? 👀

it was originally my February YOTP entry which I am very late on lol

Basically: every year, Bruce makes everyone go through something akin to exposure therapy with truth serum. Tim, Dick, Jason, Steph, and Damian have instead turned it into a modified game of truth or dare where you challenge someone to a dare and if they decline, you get to ask them a question, prompting a forced response via truth serum.

Tim usually wins the game with his lying to Batman skills, but Steph is trying to pull of a surprise victory that year by exploiting Tim's crush on Dick.

Long excerpt is below the cut:

Steph glares down at the aerosol canister like it personally broke her dad out of Blackgate, once upon a time.

"I just don't get why we have to do this every six months," she says, tossing the canister from one hand to the other.  

Tim shrugs. "Could be worse. Could be every two months. Like the Gotham sewer escape drill."

"Ugh, don't remind me," She grumbles.

"At least it isn't shots anymore. That's one good thing."

There's a knock at the door frame.

"Hey, are you two ready?" Dick asks, poking his head in. He looks a bit… dressed down.

Steph almost laughs at that. While comfortable clothes are probably a good idea for tonight, he's the only vigilante she knows who consistently wears his own merch. Though she’d be lying if she said that he didn’t make the too-tight t-shirt and Nightwing sweatpants look good…

"One sec," Tim says. He holds up the aerosol and promptly sprays himself in the face with it.

“Alright. I think it’s working, but…” He raises an eyebrow at Dick. "You get one free shot. Ask me something."

"Why can't I ask you something?" Steph asks, trying not to sound whiny.

Tim makes a face. "Because you know too much," he says. Which is honest, if uninformative. "Also, that was a question."

She sticks her tongue out at him.

Dick, on the other hand, looks like he's really thinking about it. After a moment, he grins. Wide enough that it can’t mean anything but trouble.

"Who's your favorite vigilante in Gotham?"

"You are," Tim says, apparently before he can think better of it. 

Steph gasps in faux-offense. "Rude."

"Hey, he calls it like he sees it." Dick waggles his eyebrows in a way that's exaggerated enough to make Steph laugh.

"Jerk," Tim mutters. Though he smiles as he says it, so he can't be too mad.

He stands up from his seat, putting the aerosol canister back on the counter.

"I think there's an extra one back there if you haven't gotten yours yet," he says.

"Nope, not yet. Thanks for not asking."

It's the tradition, of course, to only ask questions within the game itself or by specific request. Anything other than that counts as cheating, and generally results in automatic disqualification and the offender being made to pick up extra chores from Alfred.

Usually the worst ones. Like scraping bat guano off of various things in the Cave.

“Well, don’t take too long,” Tim says. 

Dick doesn't make any particular effort to move out of the way as Tim walks past him, but he does glance down, his eyes tracking him as he leaves.

Is he… staring at Tim's ass?

When he looks back at Steph, he startles like he'd forgotten she was there. Then his expression turns a little guilty. It's confirmation enough that yes, he absolutely was.

Steph feels herself smirking. Because this? This gives her an idea.

This is how she’s going to finally be the one to finally beat Tim at his own game. And there's nothing he's going to be able to do about it. 

Apparently her thought process is showing, since Dick raises an eyebrow at her.

"Okay…" he says, "that's a mildly terrifying expression. Do I even want to know what you're thinking?"

"Nope!"

He shakes his head. Then he goes for one of the leftover aerosol containers.

"Well, better get ready. This game isn’t going to lose itself…"

#ask games #jagn answers #gerryrigged

[gangrenados]

Dick is definitely the sort of partner that gives his s/o a million things with his initials on it and also any and all Nightwing merch because seeing his partner with HIS logo is EVERYTHING

I think gift giving is one of Dick's love languages and he just love to give you things even if it's just a small thing or perhaps something more domestic and regular like idk toilet paper or something. He just loves giving you things.

But if it's clothes or jewelry? Then yes, I believe Dick would try to give you things with his symbol on it or at least his initials because he likes to see you wearing something that's his, besides seeing you wearing Nightwing merch makes his heart race.

So now you have t-shirts, hoodies, those cheap necklaces people sell on idk gas drug stores, and even a nightwing plushie named Dickiehead.

#dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x reader

[nightmareinfloral]

HI BESTIE i am thinking night and say about this panel of bruce blaming dick for jason's death and then hitting him like. dick keeps thinking about it when he trains damian. he now understands what kind of hell bruce went through when he lost jason. but he also promises himself he will NEVER be like bruce. he will love this boy and never, ever will he break his heart. Damian will not be his soldier in a mission. He will be his partner. His friend. His boy. His... son.

OMG HI! yes I totally agree with all of this and i think their relationship is so important, especially to damian, because dick was probably the first person in his life to NOT treat him like a solider. dick treats him with kindness and like a human being, not like a weapon. dick COMMUNICATES HIS FEELINGS, which is something bruce doesn’t really do.

dick does everything in his power to not be like bruce and be a father for damian, even if it means he might get hurt in the process. he opens himself up emotionally and allows himself to be vulnerable, which is something damian needed. to be trusted and shown that someone cares. he showed dami that emotion is not a weakness.

whether or not he sees him as a father figure, damian loves and idolizes dick (he wears nightwing merch frequently lmao). i love their relationship sm and think it was so monumental for damian and dick’s character development.

#i’m in my dick & dami feels rn besties #those panels you posted took an emotional toll #i hate the ‘mini bruce’ characterization that they give dami #like no! he should be better than bruce! #he’s been shaped so much by dick #and has so much potential for growth and healing from his trauma #dick grayson #damian wayne

[teentitanimals]

Here he is, Damian al Ghul Wayne, Heir to Edginess!

so i guess i “Teen Titanimal-ified” him? I also have the rest of the batfam traditionally drawn, hope to do them too! This is actually the first time I’ve ever seriously drawn clothes on a cat, and pants are just so weird lol Most outfits are based off the ones in the DCAMU

I’m actually really proud of this! Hope you all enjoy it <3 Likes and reblogs appreciated!

#yes he is wearing nightwing merch #dick is proud :) #damian wayne #teen titanimal-ified #dc batman #dc robin #batfamily #batfam #dick grayson #nightwing #gotham academy #cat #reference #damian wayne reference #dami ref #teen titans #batman and robin #teen titans robin #damian as robin #jason todd #tim drake #cassandra cain #duke thomas #damian as batman #my art #lolling art

[mothonastring]

i coloured this HELLA messy tim sketch cause i... really didnt want to line it. lol

i didnt bother cleaning it either; just threw some colour under. tbh? im lowkey not mad at it. anyway~!

featuring SEVERAL of my tim hcs. trans? yeah, hes got a binder back there. wears glasses? yeah. stim toys? chewy necklace & supposedly a fidget cube in his hands. messy hair?? duh. coffee addict? try n stop me, idk what the fanbase says i think its fun. bisexual? thats CANON besties.

i drew this for ME and i regret nothing

(but also please consider reblogging over liking. I need the attention /hj)

#tim drake #dc comics #fanart #yes hes wearing merch of all the yj core four #i was gonna give him batfam stuff too but couldn't get much. if the sketch were cleaner the blue bracelet would be a nightwing one #i didnt want to clean it tho. lol

[nokomiss]

Happy 4th! I would love something with Dick and Tim having fun patrolling or working on a case together, maybe with a moment where they have to pull off a little acting for undercover/incognito reasons. Dick/Tim is my favorite but a brotherly dynamic would be great too if you are feeling that instead! Thanks for being open to prompts!

So the morning started out… weird. And by weird, that meant Tim was startled awake by Dick Grayson jumping on his bed while belting out an off-key rendition of “Blue Suede Shoes.”

“Go away,” Tim tried, shoving his face deeper under the pillow and pulling his legs up into the fetal position, attempting to keep from getting bounced on. 

Dick ignored him. “Rise and shine, time to fight crime!”

“Crime doesn’t happen at--” Tim blearily poked at his phone, “Eight-thirty in the morning.”

“Crime is always afoot, Timmers,” Dick replied. He hopped off the bed and poked Tim in the side. “Come on. We’ve got that thing you said you’d do with me. You and me! Incognito! It’s gonna be great.”

Tim had absolutely no memory of whatever mission Dick was claiming that he’d agreed to. “When, exactly, did I agree to this?” 

“Uh, four weeks ago,” Dick said. “When we were patrolling the East End. Remember? The night we rescued those puppies?”

Tim definitely remembered the puppies, they’d been adorable. And Dick had said something about---

He opened his eyes, and actually looked at Dick for the first time. He was wearing a spangled, fringed jumpsuit that wasn’t the infamous early Nightwing costume. It was white, with bell-bottoms and a plunging neckline, with a rhinestone-studded belt. His hair was in a pompadour. And he struck a pose, one hip out, head bowed, arm in the air.

Dangling from the arm in the air was another white sequined jumpsuit, this one featuring a cape with a bejeweled eagle on the back.  

“No,” Tim said, horror-struck, as he remembered with sudden clarity Dick mentioning a tip he’d gotten about a shipment of drugs being smuggled through at an upcoming Elvis convention, and Tim laughingly saying that he’d only go if there were costumes.

“Yes,” Dick said. “We pinky-swore, Tim, you can’t back out now.”

It was true; they had. Tim sighed and got out of bed, taking the jumpsuit from Dick. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“This is easily the best undercover gig I’ve ever had,” Dick confirmed. “Shake a leg, we don’t want to be late!”

Tim dressed quickly. The jumpsuit didn’t feel as weird as it ought, given what he wore out every night, and he kind of enjoyed the short cape.  Dick produced some shiny satin scarves to complete their ensembles -- blue for himself, red for Tim, which made him smile, and even big gold sunglasses.  After his hair had been fixed, he had to admit they both made pretty good Elvises; he doubted anyone would identify them as members of the Wayne family, at the very least.

On the ride to the convention hall -- a mid-sized one, Tim noticed, with minimal advertising, even though, as far as he knew, Elvis impersonation didn’t trigger any of Gotham’s major rogues -- Dick updated him on the case. He’d done a decent amount of footwork on it already. There was supposed to be a major shipment of newly produced narcotics coming in through the con somehow. The only solid name he had was Geezer, and Dick was unsure if that was a description or a name.

“So we’re going to stalk every geriatric Elvis we can find?” Tim said. 

“Stalk is such a negative word,” Dick said. He looked unfairly good as Elvis, and Tim was mildly concerned that they were going to draw unnecessary attention to themselves. Tim himself at least knew he wouldn’t; the jumpsuit he was wearing was too big, and made his lean frame look scrawny instead. It was the trick he’d used in high school to avoid looking too fit, but Dick had not chosen to go that route himself. 

 Tim planned on making fun of him for that.

Arriving at the convention center was a treat, as he and Dick fit in perfectly. Almost everyone in attendance was wearing Elvis costumes, the majority of which were white rhinestone-crusted ones similar to the ones they were wearing, with a few black leather outfits or gold suits mixed in for fun.  

They spent two solid hours moving through the crowds, listening to snippets of conversation and looking for suspicious body language.  They focused on the convention hall with its dozens of booths filled to the brim with Elvis merch.  They were the likeliest spot for surreptitious drug deals, though Dick’s information hinted at a much larger operation than just two-bit dealers.

In actuality most of the time was actually spent trying on ridiculous hats, posing with various other Elvises, at one point joining in on a giant karaoke flash mob to Jailhouse Rock despite not knowing the choreography (Dick hissed, “Just shake your pelvis, it’ll be fine” and lo and behold for once that advice was spot on) and in general having a grand time.

It was, actually, such a grand time that Tim started to become suspicious that this wasn’t actually a drug bust but actually just an outing to an Elvis convention.

“So why didn’t you bring the brat instead?” he asked as they got fried peanut butter, banana and bacon sandwiches. Now that he was thinking about the day critically, he was doubting everything. This was exactly the sort of dumb adventure that Dick would normally love to drag Damian to, under the guise of exposing him to quote-unquote culture.

Dick cast his eyes around and said, “I love Dami, don’t get me wrong, but some things are sacred.”

“Oh,” Tim said, “you didn’t want him to harsh your vibe by refusing to wear a jumpsuit.”

“Exactly,” Dick said, nodding. Several hours in and Tim still wanted to laugh when he really focused on what Dick looked like, especially since he’d truly taken to the role and was doing a lip snarl to punctuate nearly every sentence.

“But Jason would have eaten this up,” Tim pointed out. It was exactly the sort of over-the-top nonsense that Jason excelled at, despite denying the fact vehemently. “Or Cass. She would have been an incredible Elvis. She would have crushed Jailhouse Rock.”

“You wanna make this a family outing next time?” Dick’s whole face lit up. “Awww, baby bro!”

“Shut up,” Tim muttered. “There’s totally not a next time.”

“Crime never sleeps, Timmy, and look at how many shady individuals are here.” Dick pointed to a toddler taking a few wobbly steps then tripping over its bellbottoms. “I mean, by next year, there’s a crime lord in the making.”

“Not what I said!” Tim said, laughing. “I just wondered, you know, why me, out of everyone.”

Just like that, the laughter dropped from Dick’s eyes and he straightened up. For one brief second Tim could see how he managed to be a convincing Batman, and then Dick said, “Tim, you’re important to me, you know that, right? I knew this was going to actually be a fun mission for once, and I miss having fun with you.”

Oh. Tim knew logically that they hadn’t spent as much time together recently as they used to, especially as they used to back when he was Robin, but he hadn’t thought that Dick missed it as much as he did.

 “I’m glad,” he said, and didn’t duck away at all when Dick wrapped him up in a bear hug, then continued to lead the way with an arm draped over his shoulder. 

“There’s a panel starting soon about theories on Elvis’s current whereabouts, I bet there’ll be plenty of geezers there.”  Dick led the way to a room off the main convention floor.

Sure enough, given how dated the Elvis-is-alive theory was, most of the audience and the entire panel were decidedly geriatric.  The panelists presented theories that were in depth and crazy enough that Tim almost wanted to look into their veracity, even though he knew that if Elvis had truly not died, some superhero would have surely come across him by now and he would have heard about it. 

The audience was of far more interest. Several of the Elvises would get up, whisper to another, then disappear behind a curtain for a few minutes.  Tim elbowed Dick when he noticed, and Dick nodded.  They snuck around to the curtain, and peeked behind it.

Another Elvis, this time in statue form.

Tim shrugged, unsure as to why people were sneaking in to see a statue of Elvis when there were easily a dozen other animatronic ones at various points on the convention floor.  They approached slowly, but the statue was just that: a statue.

“Weird,” Tim said.

Dick shrugged and looked at it closely. “Pretty good likeness.” He poked it in the chest, randomly poking at various rhinestones, and there was a faint whirring sound from within the statue, and the rhinestone belt popped open like a quarter candy machine and dropped two pills onto the floor.

They stood for a moment, blinking at the revelation that they’d found a secret narcotic dispensing machine disguised as an Elvis statue. 

“Huh,” Tim said, “I’m gonna be honest with you here, I didn’t actually think this was a real mission.”

“I mean,” Dick said, “I can see why it would be outlandish. Guess we wait here and kick the ass of whoever comes to try to collect money from us?”

“What if it’s the old Elvises?” Tim said. “Is it morally okay to kick geriatric ass?”

“We can gently kick their ass, I guess?” Dick said. “Real delicate-like.”

It was a truly embarrassing moment to be a vigilante. The narcotic ring was masterminded by three guys in their eighties who probably had dealt to the King himself, and Dick and Tim had to very delicately immobilize their scooters and zip-tie them before alerting the police. They waited in the little anteroom making sure no one else stumbled across the drugs or dealers until they heard the approach of officers, then slipped out into the crowd just as the dance-off began.

Dick of course insisted they join in before leaving, and Tim had to admit he was glad; it was a sight to see.  

#my fic #dcu fic #tim drake #dick grayson #batfam #I wrote this with a brotherly relationship in mind #and it's totally gen #but tried to make it a little ambiguous since you ship them #hope you enjoy #jes-cher

[dc-fics-and-pics]

Jason Todd X Harper Reader pt 3

Warning: Smut

Word Count:3500  

When Jason pulls into the parking garage you don't even notice till he opens your door for you, he grabs both of your food and walks next to you towards the entrance. It is dark now and you shuffle closer to Jason as you walk along the sidewalk. Gotham has an eery feeling that you don't get in Star. You shiver at the cold breeze brushing the hairs up on your arm. The lights of the lobby are comforting when you finally get out of the darkness that is Gothams night time. You welcome the nice warm lobby relaxing from the newfound heat. Much to your surprise, Jason doesn't leave you there, he continues with you to the elevator all the way to the top floor and even into your apartment. The elevator ride was quiet. Like any other trip, the buttons dinged and boring music chimed, and when the door opened for you, you both shuffled out into the hall.

Apartment number 203 was your stop and you unlocked the door gleefully. Welcomed into your temporary home you sit down at the kitchen counter and Jason plops next to you pulling out the food container and even opening it for you. You push it away and put your head down on the counter in front of you still upset from earlier. Jason sighs, "You know y/n Nightwing himself design this burger to be the best of all the burgers on the menu."

"Cool."

"Can you try it I will tell him what you think."

"I'm not hungry."

"Dick is going to be very disappointed if you don't eat his specialty burger."

You laugh at the real name of Nightwing. "His name is Dick?"

"Yup, Dick Grayson."

"Well," you sigh, "Kids are cruel."

"Yes they are, so don't put poor Dickie through any more pain and try his burger so I can tell him how much you loved it."

"What if I don't like it?"

"You will."

"If I don't can I not wear a Knights jersey tomorrow?"

"Sure."

You take a bite out of the Nightwing burger and it practically melts in your mouth. Two thin patties each with Their own American cheese and some special sauce you groan just tasting it. Then you look back at Jason who sits next to you with a smug smirk on his face, "I hate it," you deadpan

He shakes his head rolling his eyes at you, "No you don't dork eat it."

You both sit in a comforting silence eating your burgers and fries. You both get to talking and you learn Jason has never seen any of the High school musical movies.

"How have you never seen a high school musical!" you shout at him shaking his shoulders.

"I was kinda deceased at the time."

"That's no excuse they play it on repeat in hell!"

"Who said I went to hell?"

"Batburger wouldn't have made you a villain if you didn't"

Jason sighs and you hop from your seat over to the couch and rent High School Musical one, two, and three. Jason flops beside you with a blanket and you even make a bowl of popcorn before your marathon. You curl into the nice warm blanket letting the buttery smell of popcorn coming from the bowl in your lap entrance you.

"I'm going to warn you I will sing every single lyric to every single song."

"I'd expect nothing less."

The movie opens and we are only about 5 minutes in, right during Troy and Gabriella's duet when your phone rings. You stop your solo to look down at the phone seeing Connors face light-up the screen. You pick it up and answer it on the third ring standing from the couch and abandoning your comfort you walk behind the livingroom towards the kitchen. You hear the singing from the living room pause. You walk to the counter sitting on it before you speak, "Hello."

"Hey y/n it's me," Connor says over the phone.

"Yeah I know Conner I have caller ID."

"Oh yeah right," he laughs."Is everything okay you stopped responding to my texts after you went out to dinner."

"Yeah I'm sorry Roy and I got into an argument."

"I'm sorry y/n/n. What about?"

"He is being a jerk about the people I date." "He thought we were dating," I laugh.

Conner chuckles over the phone, "Yeah that's totally weird why would he think that."

"I don't know but he made me promise not to date any superheroes."

"Well, that's unfair."

"Yeah, I know." In the corner of my eye, I see Jasons dark figure lean against the doorframe.

"You should be allowed to be with a guy who is nice and strong who can protect you and is a good person I don't see what he sees wrong about dating a hero."

"Yeah I know but you know me I'm still going to."

"I hope so. Look y/n/n next time can you please tell me if you're busy. I was worried sick about you. You are in the crime capital of the country I don't want to think about what could happen to you."

I hear Jason scoff from his position in the doorway. "Yeah, but don't worry I can handle myself."

"I know but I'm still allowed to worry about you."

"All you ever do is worry about me, Connor."

"Well, it's my job to make sure you don't get hurt again."

"I know Conner and I love you for that but I gotta go."

"Where are you going?"

"I have a High School Musical marathon to watch."

"Really y/n/n High School Musical Marathon all by yourself? That's kinda sad."

"I'm not by myself Jason is here."

"Who the hell is Jason?"

"Roy's friend don't worry."

"Don't worry! That's not Jason Todd is it?"

"Anyways got to go tell Oli I said hi."

I hang up putting the phone in my pocket and walking back to the living room but I'm stopped by Jason who stands in the doorway. "I thought you weren't dating Connor," Jason asks the question but his eyes never drift down to you. Instead, he gazes over your head at nothing  which irritates you,

"I'm not."

"Then why does he act like your boyfriend?"

"He doesn't."

"Uhm yeah he does y/n," He mimics Connor in a high pitch voice, "I'm so strong I'm so hot I can keep you safe."

"That's not what he was talking about Jason!"

He keeps mimicking, "I was so worried about you. Gotham is too dangerous for a girl like you. I need to know where you are twenty-four-seven or else I get insecure. oh, y/n I love you so much. You can't talk to any other guy!"

"Jason stop it!"

He stops looking down you as you scowl at him," Why do you date a tool like Connor Hawke."

"Why would you even care?"

He stops, finally looking down at you. It is then that you notice how tall he really is. Even in the darkness his light blue eyes practically glow. Those big blue eyes hold so much more emotion than you have noticed, it is overwhelming and you are unable to detect what emotion he is holding. You wonder why the front of his hair is white making a cute little floof at the top of his forehead. It is a strange way to get your hair dyed. He doesn't seem like the kind of guy for a routine root check on his pure white streak.

His lips are on yours.

You don't even register it till you are backed against the kitchen counter. He is kissing you. And you aren't kissing back. It is then that your lips move with his trying to find his pace. He pulls away taking a breath and places little kisses on your lips. "You're so short." he groans lifting you to sit on the counter in front of him.

"You just freakishly tall," you say between kisses.

He puts his hands on the inside of your thighs and pushes your legs apart standing between them. He attacks your lips and his hands slide up around your waist pulling you into him. You wrap your arms around his neck arching into him. You note the slight buttery popcorn taste on his tongue when he slips it into your mouth. He breaks the kiss of frequently, your lips stick to his every time he pulls away before he dives back in again. Every time you get more into it he pulls away than jumps in before you can complain. You had never been closer to him. You could smell his fading cologne, something expensive you assume. Seems like something Connor would wear, You don't want to think about Connor. Jason and Jason only, he is here kissing your puffy lips hard and passionately. He detaches himself once again this time placing his forehead on yours catching his breath as you do the same.

"Becuase I like you," he whispers so quietly you almost don't hear it over your pants.

"What?"

"You ask me why I care if you date Connor. It's because I like you."

"You do?"

He looks at you like you are dumb, "Yeah duh."

"Good thing I'm not dating Connor then."

You grin and wrap your arms around his neck and pull him back into you. Your fingers tug at his hair when he moves his lips down to your neck. He trails his lips down to the bottom of your neck kissing above your collarbone. You try to hold it in but when he continues to suck on that one spot you can't help but let out muffled giggles.

Jason releases the skin on your neck, "What is it?"

"I'm ticklish."

Jason rolls his eyes and dips down to kiss you once more before grabbing your legs and hoisting them around his waist. He wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you off the counter. You squeeze your legs around him in order to not fall. He turns around and walks out of the kitchen as you kiss up and down his neck dragging your hands down his shirt and under the soft fabric reaching out for his skin.

Jason eventually finds the bedroom and practically throws you down on it making you yelp. You look up at him sitting up on your elbows pouting at him as he towers at the end of the bed. He grabs your ankles sliding your feet down to the end of the bed, "Let's get this shit off you," he growls.

"Hey I like my Spartans gear don't mess it up," you whine at him as he tugs harshly at your many layers of merch.

He laughs like you are joking and lays over you holding his weight up on his elbows, "I'll buy you new ones." he kisses your lips lightly than stands back up.

"No, you won't," you sigh.

He chuckles again, "You are right I won't."

You are about to say something back when he pops all the buttons off your Jersey, "Jason!" you squeak out his name surprised and smack his shoulder.

"Don't worry you have another one," he whispers huskily in your ear

Even the black sweatshirt you have on underneath has star city Spartans on it. He pulls it over your head and throws it across the room. You try to follow it to see where it lands but Jason pulls your head back to him. You were even wearing a Bra that had the Spartans logo on the band. He groans at the sight of it you could see Jason was not amused. If he didn't like that he is in for a treat. He yanks the black leggings off of you revealing your red Spartans thong. You laugh at his face scrunching up. "Wh-whats wrong Jay?" you laugh

"You know y/n that's really a turn-off." He yanks your underwear down your legs and tosses it over his shoulder.

He crawls up kissing you and lifts your back up with one arm and reaches behind you unclipping your braw with the other. "You have no idea how long it takes me to undo that with two hands." You mumble.

"Don't worry Doll I can do it for you anytime you want."

You teas him saying," Where did you even learn how to do that? Are you a frequent bra wearer Jay?"

He smirks at you," Practice."

He laughs and stands up again making you shiver at the loss of heat. He slowly undoes every button on his jersey at an agonizingly slow rate as you lay there before him completely naked.

"Can you hurry up?" you groan.

"Eager much?" he teases.

His muscles are well defined and have a soft sheen from sweat. You notice the scars that litter his chest and wonder what had caused them. You follow his V line down watching as he every so slowly pulls down his jeans just leaving him in his bulging Calvins that cling to every part of him.

"Nice package, let me unwrap that for you " you wink smirking at him.

"Oh god y/n no jokes."

You laugh and he pulls his underwear down and kicks them off to the side. You hum at his large size approvingly.

He quirks his eyebrow up, "What does that mean?"

"Oh sorry," you clear your throat dramatically," Oh my goodness gracious Jason!" you start dramatically.

He rolls his eyes mumbling, "Oh god."

"You are so big Jay how will I ever fit you inside of me!"

"That's enough."

You giggle at his annoyed behavior. Even though he is much bigger than you expected you couldn't give him that ego boost. He certainly doesn't need one.

Sitting down at the end of the bed on his knees Jason grabs your legs pulling you up to him stopping your laughter. You're mere inches from his mouth and he spreads your legs open till your knees touch the bed you lay on. "You're so flexible," he comments.

"Yoga," you chirp and he hums in response.

He kisses up your thigh first making sure to hold you down when you wiggle. His tongue quickly licks a stripe up you fold making you take a sharp breath and he holds your waist down, "Be still." You nod your head at him and he kisses your clit, "Good girl," he hums sending vibrations up to your core.

His tongue draws a line from the base of your entrance up till you let out a soft moan when he reaches the right spot."Right there," he hums to himself. His tongue finds that spot on you again and he wiggles you around sucking and even bitting on it at some points.

Your breathing is heavy and your hips curl up into him begging for more. He swirls your sensitive nub in his mouth till you are heaving in front of him. He goes to slow to make you cum but just fast enough to make you feel so close to it. When you let out a soft moan his tongue flicks faster your hips buck into him as a response but he holds you down with his strong arms.

You can feel your wetness pooling out of you probably seeping into the blanket underneath. Jason decides that his tongue isn't enough. He must torture you more. He adds two fingers into you stretching out your walls. You let out a full moan as he pumps his fingers the same pace as his tongue making sure to hit that spot he knows will drive you wild. You have to push yourself onto your elbows now your body completely hollowed out curving up to him trying to give him all the access he needs to bring you to your release. You moan again throwing your head back as his speed continues.

All the tightening in your stomach releases and you just relax into Jason completely letting go. Your orgasm rips through you. Your chest flies up with your hips and Jason tries to push them down with his one free hand. You whimper and shake until it's over and you let out a loud groan. Jason detaches his mouth from you and pulls his fingers out and you attempt to catch your breath. He crawls up to you and you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to kiss his plump lips.

You kiss him till you think you have caught your breath and you push him over and you straddle his thigh kissing him. Jason pulls away chuckling "You think you are in charge now?"You look at him smiling and nodding your head. He shakes his head at you and grips under your thighs lifting you up and turning around and plopping you over on the bed. He gets up off the bed and walks towards the door. You are about to think he is leaving when he grabs his pants off the floor and pulling out his wallet grabbing a small square foil packet. "You just always have one of those in there?" you comment from your position on the bed.

"Not always," he shrugs.

"Why do you have one tonight Jay?"

"I love it when you call me that baby girl."

"I love it when you have sex all planned out in your head."

"Nothing was planned Doll this is for just in case situations."

He throws his pants back down and bites the foil ripping it off the top of the packet."

"You know you shouldn't do that."

"What you don't think it's sexy?" You just shrug and he slips the condom on and crawls back to you placing kisses all along your jaw finally trailing up to your lips. He pushes you against the bedframe and tucks his arms under your legs hoisting you up as he enters you.

He groans, "You're so tight."

"Thanks, you're pretty cool too Jay."

He growls and scowls his eyes at you ramming himself up into you starting with a quick rough pace. He pushes up into you until you are a moaning mess, pushing your legs back until they are stinging. The headboard behind you that continuously slams into the wall behind it thumping with the same pace.

"What not in the," you moan between words, "Joking mood?"

He drills up into you as his lips kiss up and down your neck leaving love bites and hickeys on all your sweet spots. You moan as he continuously slams into the sensitive spot inside you over and over again harder with each thrust.

"No, not really y/n."

You try to contain a giggle but a laugh slips out anyway. Jason, however, is not amused and instead decides to cease your laughing by kissing you. His lips are hard and long, no more pulling away, he kisses you and nibbled on your lip. Your close proximity made the sex even hotter and you wrap your arms around Jason's shoulders gripping the back of his neck. Jason pulls his lips away from your and rests his forehead on your shoulder groaning into your skin. You can feel yourself getting close. Jasons' eyes are scrunched up in concentration and he maintains a consistent pace, but you can tell he is reaching his end. You release finally comes and you drag your nails down Jasons back probably leaving scratch marks. One he hears you finish Jason cums quick, as he releases himself he dove his head back toward you pressing a hard fiery kiss on your lips.

Even after he has finished and the thrusts have ceased Jasons lips stay on yours. You give him soft kisses that he returns with little kisses he nudges back to you. After a moment of this, he finally pulls away from you and releases your legs that you in turn wrap around him. He holds hour waist and slowly falls back onto the bed.

 You lay on Jason's chest closing your eyes and lay small kitten kisses up his chest. He turns and lays you down onto the bed placing a kiss on your lips and stands from the bed, "I'll be right back."

Jason comes back a minute later with a warm washcloth after disposing of his condom and uses it to wipe up your thighs cleaning you up sufficiently and laying next to you. He lays on his back and you crawl upon his chest laying your head on it and close your eyes while he plays with your hair. You can tell his eyes are open but you lay there curled up into him. you don't question why he chooses not to sleep. You are ore surprised by the fact he hasn't passed out yet. But you lay their warm in his arms until you slowly drift off to sleep.

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