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One’s Happy Place

A/N: Hey guys, it’s been a while lol! College is pretty average so far, but it hasn’t allowed me some alone time to write out the different stories I have floating around in my head. Luckily, my classes for today have been canceled so I’m free to write whatever I please for the time being! I’ve been feeling a bit iffy and empty lately so have this short yet fluffy fanfic of Connor. (I promise there will be other character reader inserts soon. I’m just lowkey obsessed with Connor more than I should be lmao). Also, excuse any typos or any horrible punctuation mistakes. I’m a bit too emotionally and mentally exhausted to check atm.

Characters: Connor x Reader

Warnings: The good ole fluffy shit I write is back again! Though, I guess the ending can be seen as a bit spicy ;P.

If there was one emotion Connor hated the most, it would be frustration. Not only did it cause negative thoughts to occur but, it also distracted him from doing anything remotely important. Instead, it forced him to sit in silent rage. If it wasn’t for his LED flashing a flaming hot red, then it was the fuming aura surrounding him that caused Hank to plop himself down next to the oddly quiet android.

“Hank, how do you get rid of negative emotions besides drinking?”

Hank would have given Connor a sarcastic remark, but the sudden flashbacks of Connor’s sudden tantrum outburst from the week before caused his answer to switch to a sincerer one.

“Most people go to their happy place…I guess?” Hank was never good at giving advice but that didn’t matter, at least he was trying his best. Connor gave him an odd stare, tilting his head slightly to the right. Hank sighed before scratching his head, his mind racing with idioms and metaphors to give the naïve android in hopes it would create a clearer definition. “Well, it’s like mentally thinking of something…or someone who makes you happy. I guess it could be a physical place as well. Perhaps a park or your backyard…”

As Hank continued to ramble on aimlessly, Connor felt a smile tug at his lips as he abruptly got up from his seat. “Thanks Hank!” Connor hollered before racing off to God knows where. Hank watched Connor’s figure disappear around the corner before a smirk of satisfied victory replaced his usual frown. Perhaps he wasn’t so bad at this advice-giving thing after all.

A squeak echoed the semi empty room as a figure flashed before your eyes. If it wasn’t for your natural instincts to cling onto the closet object around you, the stack of papers in your hand would have scattered all over the floor in a millisecond. You took a moment to breathe as you realized it was only Connor who had made a sudden appearance, and not a complete stranger. Placing a hand on your chest in an attempt to soothe your racing heart, you gave him a glare before asking, “Connor, what the hell are you doing? You almost gave me a heart attack!”

You would have continued to scold the fellow, but his exhausted appearance and sullen expression ceased your words. It was crystal clear that Connor seemed down in the dumps, but the reason remained a mystery as he locked eyes with yours, opening his arms wide open without warning. Setting the papers aside on the table to your left, you copied his movements, only to be pulled into a hug.

His arms wrapped themselves snuggly around your waist as he leaned his chin on your head, a content hum vibrating deep from within his chest. You were confused about his unexpected need for comfort, but you pushed away those thoughts as you squeezed him tighter. Might as well enjoy the feeling while it last, right?

You played with the trim of his jacket, humming along to the sound of the printer at work. It wasn’t until the final paper shimmied out that he finally answered you. “Hank told me that in order to cope with negative thoughts or emotions, people go to their happy place. So…I came to you.” You couldn’t help but grin at his affectionate words, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek as you twirled around to face him.

Connor knew he made the right decision in coming to you for comfort when he felt the gloomy cloud that once rained upon him fade into thin air. Your eyes radiated with a doting warmth and he couldn’t help but want to lean in for a kiss. However, his puckered lips remained untouched as a groan of displeasure interrupted the intimate atmosphere.

“When I said happy place, I didn’t mean PDA Connor.”

Connor opened his eyes to see Hank grumpily crossing his arms at the doorway, his right foot tapping away as he avoided eye contact. If Hank’s face wasn’t flushed red in embarrassment, one would consider calling him a prude of some sort, but Connor knew that was far from the truth. Hank just naturally reacted to everything as if it was a bother, even if it was far from the truth.

“I’m sorry Hank. If I knew someone was coming, I would have stopped Connor.” You said between the fits of giggles that left your lips, causing the poor grump’s face to flush a deeper shade of red. Hank’s only reply was a waving hand before he shuffled away awkwardly, deep grunts and grumbles of complaints following him.

Once you were sure the coast was clear, you stood on your toes before tugging Connor’s tie lightly. He chuckled before complying, planting a firm kiss on your lips. As he pulled away, he felt the weight of the world suddenly slip off his shoulders and crack with a loud smack. He reluctantly loosened his grip around your waist as you made way to the printer, collecting all the files neatly in a pile. Confirming that you had everything set and ready to go, you glanced behind your shoulder and asked Connor, “Feeling better yet?”

“Not really but, I’m sure I’d feel much better if I received another kiss. Perhaps a longer one this time?”

You couldn’t help but smirk at his words, a blush creeping onto your face. “I don’t mind but, make sure to use those advanced features of yours so that we don’t upset your grumpy partner in crime solving this time, would ya?” You could feel butterflies dance around in your stomach as Connor fixed his tie with one hand, smoothing out his hair with the other. Damn it all, how did he manage to look good effortlessly?

As he stalked over to you, a playful glint flared within his sharp eyes.

“I’ll try.”

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Headcanon #14

How the Batboys would react if their S/O asked them to hang up their mask.

Dick:

Dick would do anything for you, and anything meant anything. If nightwing created such a problem for you he would rather loose the mask then ever loose you in his life. He would try to reason with you however, he not wanting to give up his career. You’d wipe the tears from your eyes with the backs of your hands. You know it was unfair to ask him to give up such a crucial part of who he was, but you couldn’t do this anymore. It hurt you more than anything to see him go out there and throw himself at the mercy of Gotham’s worst. You’ve seen him come back broken bruised and beaten, blood stained and on the verge of a trauma induced black out. You’ve seen him come through riddled with bullet wounds and slashes, unsure of the severity of each one. It broke your heart knowing that he would willingly throw himself into these situations, leaving you to hear the entire ordeal break down until the coms inevitably cut out. The silence on the other side of that com would always terrify you when it would suddenly strike. It was beginning to effect your mental and physical health. Your body had developed shaking habits, your anxiety reaching new levels of incapacitation. You began to have night terrors, and physically your stomach lived in knots. This was honestly killing you. You’d wrap yourself around his torso, burying your face in his bare chest as he sat on the medical table in front of Alfred. Your arms would want to constrict tightly around his frame but as you watched his face contort in pain you’d refrain. “I can’t do this anymore dick….it’s not fair of me to make you choose, but…..” Youd break down, the tears falling from your eyes right against his chest, “If you want to drag yourself into the streets of Gotham to get your self killed fine, have at it…but don’t expect me to be sitting here waiting in anticipation for the call from Bruce that tells me your dead…”

His eyes would turn sad, he grunting as he moved to drape a weak arm around your shoulder. With a hitched breath and a gasp of pain he’d let his forehead rest against your head, his thumbs fighting to rub soft small circles on your shoulder “Hey hey….shhh come on don’t cry babe….i guess i didn’t think about how all this would make you feel when we started dating….I was just preoccupied with doing things the way I had been because i didn’t have anyone else to worry about up until this point. I shouldn’t have assumed you’d be okay with this life and that is completely my fault..” he’d push out in a voice that was just so calming and smooth, his lips struggling to press against your nose. “I should have asked if this was the life you wanted, not just taken it upon my self to decide for the both of us that this is what our life was gonna be. I know this life style isn’t for everyone and I’m sorry that I forced you into it against your will.”

There would be a bitter tone to thet last sentence, you shaking your head almost a bit angry as you shove yourself back. “I can handle your lifestyle fine! I understand why you do what you do….What I can’t handle or wrap my mind around is the thought of waking up one morning and feeling an empty spot in our bed because you’ve finally succeeded in killing yourself for this god damn crusade, why can’t you ever realize that Gotham isn’t the only one who needs you in their life Dick! How is any of this fair to me?” A silence would rise between the three of you, Alfred setting down his medical tools. The air would be thick with tension, it making for one very uncomfortable third party. “Oh dear….it looks like the two of you have some discussing to do….I’ll..give you a moment. Call for me when you’re ready master Dick..”

Now standing embarrassed and heart broken you’d turn your back to Dick, your arms moving to embrace yourself as you worked to calm your own nerves down. You didn’t want to the others comfort in this moment, you were beyond mad. Dick would give a holler in pain as he pushed to move himself off the table and onto his feet, he panting as he stumbled forward using the small bursts of strength he had to turn your body towards him. Truthfully you didn’t want to look at him in this condition, it hurt to see him so pain stricken. You’d sigh softly and wrestle to push him back into sitting down, you now standing between his legs, though your eyes would still avoid contact with any part of him. You’d let them cast down to gaze at the concrete grounds of the bat cave. His hands would tremble as the moved to wipe the tears that stained your cheeks, he sliding his index finger under your chin to raise it, forcing your irises to meet his own. “It’s not fair to you. Nothing about what I do is fair to you, it’s selfish for me to go out there and claim I’m protecting you from this city when I’m the one hurting you… I’m so sorry” he’d whisper his own voice on the edge of faltering “my loyalty is to my family before anything else, you are my family y/n. I don’t want to give up what I do, it means a lot to me, but I’m not going to put you through the pain of watching me come home like this anymore.”

Guilt ridden, but incredibly gracious that he would be willing to give up something that held such significance for him in order to assure your well being, you’d give a sigh and gently press a kiss to his lips. “It’s not fair for me to decide for both of us what you should do in this situation, just like it wasn’t fair for you to decide…” you’d let your hands fall gently into his own your thumbs brushing across the tops of his knuckles frowning at the splashes of dry blood on them. You genuinely hoped the blood belonged to someone else “maybe we can work a medium ground, where i don’t have to sit home anticipating the bad news and where you still get to do the thing that makes you happy…” A gentle smile would push its way onto his lips, he flipping your palms so his hands were now the dominant set on top he threading his fingers between your own. While Alred returned to fix him up, you two would spend the entire night compromising and thinking of ways to make this work for both of you. Though you still didn’t like that he’d be out there alone. Maybe you could talk him into taking you along….perhaps after some pain killers and a bit of relaxation you’d try to push that one.

Jason:

He wouldn’t even entertain the possibility of giving Red Hood up. It was scary but sometimes you thought that mask had more control over Jay than he did. He could be incredibly driven and ruthless hell bent on maintaining the prospects of his mission. He didn’t care who he put in danger, it being himself or other innocents, he would make sure that Red Hood succeeded at all cost. At first he’d be mad, almost heart broken that you would make him choose to give up Red Hood, he throwing things across the apartment in a fit of rage. You’d simply just ask him to give this “silly” persuit up because you wanted to settle down, start a family with him. You genuinely did believe in his work and you wanted the same goals he did, but now the further you two fell in love the more you began to crave something a more than just passionate love between the two of you. An engagement, big whoop. You’d had that ring on your finger for months, not like he’d done anything more with that commitment. Any time you’d try to talk to Jason about the entire wedding, he’d just kiss your cheek and press against you with a whisper , “I’m busy now baby, we’ll talk about that stuff once I’m done here. I got a lot going on.” And then ramble about how he’d work to take down Bruce Wayne and make him suffer for everything he’s done. It was sad, not even maddening.

You’d grow very tired of the same response you now boiling past your breaking point. “You expect me to lock myself up in this apartment day in and day out Jay, but ya don’t seem to wanna do anything other than touch my damn body. I ask you let me come out and crack some skulls with you tonight, ya tell me ‘no cause if you get hurt I don’t feel like dealing with the god damn asshat who thinks he can touch my girl and get away with it. I got things to do’ “ Youd mock, trying to fluctuate the tone of your voice lower to project a false sense of machoism. “I ask you take a break for the night and take me out for a god damn night on the town, just as Jason Todd, not that god damn dumb mask, and ya tell me ‘I’ll take you out tomorrow baby, I’ve made plans, I’ve got a unit heading in for training.’ And then tomorrow comes and we still don’t go out!” Youd scream almost shoving him back as the tears began to pour down your face “you don’t give a fuck about me Jason, only time I ever get some god damn attention from you is when your dick is hard!” Youd hiss now resorting to the same childish behavior of throwing object at the other.

His eyes would narrow as his hands would grab at your wrists, he forcing them down at your sides, though not hard enough to hurt you. Just enough to restrain you from hurting him or yourself. You’d struggle and fight against his hold, your elbow moving to jab his side but he’d instead would counter your attack by restraining your body, he holding you flush against him “you think I only want you for your body? I’ve seen better don’t flatter yourself babe. I want you because you mean a fucking shit ton to me! You know this is what I get for trusting someone else, you think I would have fucking learned from the last time!” He’d shout shoving you away almost a bit tougher than he should have. It was evident in his face that he was hurt, but than again you didn’t care because so were you. You’d run your fingers under your eyes in an attempt to dry the tears that stained your cheeks causing your mascara to flush down your face. “I keep you around because believe it or not i Fucking love you Y/N! I have never loved anyone as much as I fucking love you.” He’d scream practically at the top of his lungs. Tears would begin to pour down his own cheeks, you starting to realize that you may have made a mistake in trying to change someone who couldn’t be changed. You’d clench your eyes unable to bare the sight of his hysterics, you moving to grab his hands and tug his body to yours, he fighting your every move. If you didn’t quiet him down the neighbors would surely call the police….again….and then you’d have to move all over again. Didn’t these people understand that sometimes couples just argued and threw shit at each other? Sorry we can’t all have perfect relationships.

You’d shake your head and force his body against yours, you being a hell of a lot stronger than you look, your hands moving to grab his face and hold it to yours. “You mean that….all of it? You really love me that much baby?…..” you’d ask your voice growing softer the more you began to realize how wrong you were, an apology hanging on your lips. You’d move to lean in and brush your lips softly against his and he’d turn his cheek, hands resting on your wrist almost tempted to pull you away. “Look….I know living with me can be a challenge….I’m busy with work 24/7 but I do this for you baby. I don’t ever want you to feel the way I do. I don’t want you to look at the person who was suppose to protect you and know they failed. I don’t take you on missions cause I can’t control myself around you. You make me weak. Weakness gets people killed. I’m sorry I’m an asshole alright, sometimes we make dates and I make promises that I forget to keep, but it doesn’t mean I don’t love you…i would go to the ends of the world for you baby, but I ain’t giving up what I’ve worked so hard on.”

Your tongue would trace over the front of your teeth your eyes growing watery. You were torn. You wanted this god damn persona out of your life, it was taking over more than you were willing to allow and Jay wasn’t willing to do a god damn thing about it. You loved him more than you’d ever loved anyone in this god damned world. What you two had it was dysfunctional but it worked and you two adored every minute you spent in each other’s company. “Keep the god damn mask you asshole…..but if I don’t see a change in you habits I’m walking and you can keep your god damn ring.” Youd huff body moving to brush against his. “I just want a little attention here or there. Would it kill you to at least put the whole big bad wolf act down for two seconds and show me a good time that doesn’t include getting your dick wet huh?”

He’d give a shaky sigh relieved that you’d come to your senses, his massive palms spreading innocently across your upper and lower back pressing you against him. He was terrified he was going to loose you in that moment, he hadn’t been aware just how much he’d been neglecting your relationship. You had a point, sometimes he did tend to be very driven in regards to his persuit. He’d sigh and rub at your back before pressing your lips together. “I think some time just opened in my schedule, why don’t you show me what you’ve got planned out for the wedding huh?…” He’d ask, his arms refusing to uncoil from your body as he just held you lovingly and adoringly against him. You’d give a sniffle but be greatful to have his arms around you.

His attention to you would grow over time, he doing his best to remind himsef to split his responsibilities between the Red Hood and you evenly. Clearly you wouldn’t get your way on the matter ever it seemed. You’d just have to start your life around his crusade. Sometimes you did things you hated in the name of love, but you’d always let it weigh on every choice you make from this point on, hurt that he would never give something so major up for you when you would be willing to give up everything for him.

Tim:

He would take the time to hear your concerns out, he not wanting to make this decision on rashness and out of emotion. On one hand he’d understand how you felt, but on the other he wouldn’t want to stop fighting crime with Bruce. He enjoyed what he did, it made him feel like he was making a difference to someone and he didn’t want to give that feeling up, but if you asked him to he’d put great consideration into it.

You’d stand awkwardly in front of him, arms crossed as you rub your shoulder head turnt away in shame. You felt terrible to ask, you didn’t think you could handle the Robin lifestyle. “Does stuff like this happen a lot being close to you and your family?…..or was my kidnapping a fluke?…” you’d ask a bruise stretching across your cheek bone, a gash drizzling blood down your face. When the door bell rang you didn’t think some psychopath escaped from Arkham would be standing in your door way holding you and gun point. Tim’s mouth twisted into a frown, he sitting in front of you trying to gently dab the wound clean, eyes clenching as you flinched and hissed. Truthfully…..his love life prior to you had been lack luster. He didn’t know how to properly answer that question as he didn’t have prior experience to base things off of. He’d swallow the lump in his throat eyes cast away from your face with a sigh “would you believe me if i said it was a fluke?” He asked the lie in his voice clear as day. With clenched eyes you’d shake your head, snapping when he hit the wound on your cheek at just the wrong angel. Your hand would instantly snap up and pushing his away with a yipe. Ow!….” you’d rub the wound softly to which he’d shake his head placing the cotton swab down. “I’m sorry…..I’m sorry about all of this Y/N. I should have known better than to just trust that you’d be fine home alone. I should have taken you to stay with Alfred at the manor.”

Your lips would purse and you’d look down at the floor, avoid eye contact with Tim. “So….this wasn’t a fluke. This was deliberate….” your stomach would twist instantly you unsure how exactly you felt about that. You’d back away from his contact the tears welding in your eyes. “So that’s cool….You know just me to pick the relationship that would get me killed…if you thought i was in danger why wouldn’t you have warned me?” His eyes would grow hard on you he almost agitated you would think so little of him not to inform you of danger. “If I would have known Y/N I would have told you….” he shook his head “I knew something like this would happen eventually, but I didn’t think it would be now…”

With your safety now threatened you’d feel slightly uncomfortable, your body squirming under his eyes “maybe it’d be better if we spent some time a part then unless you give up this crime fighting life style of yours i don’t think i can stay…” you’d hate the way the words sounded on your lips, it squeezing the breathe right out of your chest as you cast your eyes to the floor. You loved Tim so much, but after tonight you didn’t think you were ready to experience this kind of life style Robin bought. “I’m sorry Tim…” you’d whisper a small sniffle coming from your nose. To which Tim would immediately shake his head, his finger tips inching across the fabrics that shaded your hips before they gently dug in and drew you closer. His face would burry into the crook of your neck, his eyes clenched tightly “please don’t leave…” he’d whisper softly kissing at the flesh just under your jaw. “I know your scared, but i promise you I will never let anything like this happen again” he’d voice would feel breathy against you skin, his hands moving to hold onto yours “you are my world, and I will never compromise your safety again. I’ll teach you to defend yourself, I’ll make sure you’ve got contact with me at all times so I can make my way home Incase of any emergancies….just….give Robin one last chance. If this doesn’t work and it gets too risky I’ll give it all up for you. All of it no arguments no questions I’ll drop the mask then and there..” he’d pur pulling away from your neck, eyes meeting yours with a sigh.

How could you say no to him? You knew that whatever he could work out with that big mind of his would be benifical to both of you. You’d give a gentle nod, tucking your body against his, your face hiding in the fabric of his shirt. His lips would graze the top of your head, arms immediately clamping around your body securing you tight against him, giving a comforting squeeze. You’d agree to try his new plan of action. You appreciated how willing he would be to give his crime fighting life up for you. You would do your honest best to adapt to this new system seeing as to how willing to work with your needs Tim was. He was the most caring man you could have ever been blessed with.

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