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jason todd is the type to fuck you in front of a mirror when he wants to prove a point to you. feeling insecure? he’ll make you watch your reflection while he holds you, his chest to your back as he pumps his fingers in and out of your hot, sticky pussy.

feeling bratty? he has no problem providing you with an attitude adjustment, one massive bicep flexing around your neck and the other holding you by the hip to keep you steady while he pounds you from behind. he stares you down the whole time, grinning smugly at the way you whine and babble for more.

and his absolute favorite? he loves fucking you in prone bone after you’ve had a long day, his weight pressing you into the mattress so he can reach nice and deep. he’ll hold your chin in one hand, directing your attention to the large mirror in the corner of his bedroom so you can see exactly how wrecked you look under him.

“just focus on us, baby.” he husks in your ear, littering kisses along your neck and shoulder while he watches you fall apart. “see how pretty you look right now? you’re doing so good f’me.” he chuckles when you gasp his name, choking out half coherent sentences in between the garbled moans he wrenches from deep in your throat. “shh, princess. don’t want you to worry about a thing, ‘kay? jay’s gonna take care of ya.”

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Keep It Down

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: Trying to not wake anyone up while staying over for the holidays…

Warnings: Intense feels, trying to stay quiet, hand over mouth, Smut 18+, literally just pp in vv moment, petnames (Ma (ofc, this is Jaybird we’re talkin’ about), baby), crying but…in the hot way?, obsessed with this concept ngl. Yes, I got lazy at the end, don’t judge.. :(

Word count: 1k

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It was all quiet pants and silent tears. 

The holidays had rolled around and the two of you were staying at Wayne Manor for the week. A classic Gotham storm raged outside, snow gently falling as lightning flashed through the closed curtains of Jason’s room. Thunder shook the house, momentarily deafening what was happening. 

You and Jason were always recklessly in love. So, no wonder you couldn’t keep your hands to yourselves for more than a day. The only problem was volume. And shit, could Jason make you lose your voice moaning and crying out his name. On the other hand, it would be sucky to be caught by one of his brothers, let alone Alfred or Bruce… 

“Gotta stay quiet, baby.. Can you do that for me?” Was what he murmured in your ear before you got started. 

He was slow, loving with his slow but deep thrusts. His dick hitting that spot within you that made your back arch and nails drag down his back, leaving angry red streaks in their wake. Fuck, he knew how to make your head spin. 

Tears streaked down your cheeks, shallow breaths leaving your parted lips. Jason ate it up, kissing and nipping along your neck. Tasting your skin and groaning into your neck to keep his own noises to a minimum. Calloused hands gripping your thighs to haul them up around his waist to get a better angle. The whine you let out was quickly muffled by his lips capturing yours in a deep kiss. “Shhh.. I know, ma, I know..” He mumbled against your mouth. 

As he had your lips captured, his hands moved up. Pulling you up into an arch by your waist before wrapping his arms around. Shoving his arms between you and the bed. Chest to chest, arms hugging your middle like he was scared you’d slip away. When he finally pulled away to breathe, his forehead dropped to your shoulder. Hot breath fanning across your skin making a shiver run up your spine. 

“Oh shit…” You breathed, hand coming up to drag through his dark hair. Gripping with shaky fingers, lightly tugging, making Jason practically growl into your skin. Brows pinched in pleasure as tears fell back into your hairline. Every roll of his hips takes your breath away and makes you tremble. His fingers dug into your back as he squeezed you tighter. 

Fire.. that's what you felt. Crawling beneath your skin, licking at your core making your stomach flip. Pushing you closer and closer to your high with every thrust, sharp breath, and moan. Trying to keep quiet. Desperately. But it was so difficult with how overwhelming it was. The thrill of accidentally being too loud. Passionate tenderness that made your head spin and tears prick your eyes. In a vulnerable state of intense pleasure and connection. All while your loving boyfriend whispered sweet nothings into your skin. “That’s it, ma..I’ve got you.. Just let go, I’ve got you..” 

Flushed and blissed out, your head pressed back to the pillows. Whimpering an, “Oh my god..” into the darkness of the room. Maybe a little too loud than you should’ve… 

Jason was quick to remedy your loss of volume control. His hand coming up to cover your mouth, his other arm still securely holding you to him. While he loved how wrecked you sounded, he didn’t want to get caught..You breathed harshly through your nose as you let out a ragged moan that got muffled by his palm. “Baby, baby.. Gotta keep it down..” He murmured, voice laced with desire.

Despite his words, he picked up the pace a little, rocking against you with more intensity. Hitting harder, somehow it felt deeper too. Eyes squeezed shut as you tried to focus on your pleasure and keep your moans down. 

Pressing closer, practically suffocating you with his weight. Draping himself over you like a protective blanket made up of over two hundred pounds of muscle. His hand left your mouth to grip the pillow next to your head. His head dropping once more, groaning right into your ear. “C’mon, ma..” You were so close…

You choked and pressed your face to his neck. Letting out a strangle moan you muffle against his skin. Finally reaching that peak. It wasn’t fast and strong like it usually would be. The kind that would have you moaning shamelessly and crying out his name. No.. This twisted your spine and burned through your veins. Making you choke on your own air and hold your breath. Crashing over your body like waves on an ocean shore. Tensing as you gripped him where you could. Pawing desperately at his skin for purchase as fat tears rolled down your cheeks. 

Then you let out a sob of raw pleasure, still muffled against his skin. Shaking as you rode out your high. Thighs trembling around his waist as your body pulsed with the aftershocks. He slowed down for a moment, cooing softly in your ear and pressing kisses to your tear-stained cheeks as he helped you ride out your orgasm. 

When you finally calmed down enough, he took your chin in hand, “Yeah..?” He mumbled to you. Seeking permission, seeing if he could be selfish now. Chase his pleasure. All you could do was tighten your legs around his waist again and nod weakly. Arms pulling him closer once more. “Yeah..” He quickly sought out your lips, locking you in a deep and needy kiss as he picked up the pace again. 

Panting and pressing as deep as he could. His groans went straight into your mouth as he chased his release. He wasn’t far behind. His hips stuttered before he let out a strangled moan, “Baby..” he grumbled against your lips. Giving a few short thrusts as he finished. Jason finally broke the kiss with a heavy sigh. A string of saliva connected you still before he licked his lips. “Fuck, you did so good for me..” He praised softly as he caressed your cheek. Thumbs wiping away the tears. 

“Fuck yeah, I did..” You gave a tired smirk. He paused before he gave a slow smirk of his own. 

“As if, you were loud as hell.”

“Shut up…”

I got bored and decided to redo some old fan art that I never finished since I’ve gotten an Apple Pencil as a Christmas gift,

So here’s Tim Drake based off of fanfic called Cards on the Table by @wesslan ! 

DC in omegaverse

Ok, so you know my Batman in omegaverse post (I'll link it just in case you wanna read it), where I talked about how Batman is an Alpha and Bruce Wayne is an omega, and then I reposted it with a continuation of my omegaverse headcanons of some of the batfam. Well I've been thinking for a while (especially because I've been reading a lot of omega!Bruce SuperBat fics), and I realized something, or well, I already knew but still... O/B/A thing is a species thing, so technically it should be a human thing, not a universe thing, differently from soulmates au (maybe I'll do a post about it one day) and in a lot of fics some of the aliens that live on Earth have a secondary gender of the omegaverse, but they technically talking they shouldn't so, here's my theory/headcanon.

Let's start with the character that started all of this

Clark Kent aka Superman, and just Kryptonians in general: Kryptonians seems to be the most human like between all the other aliens in DC, or at least this outside of the Yellow sun that basically gives them more power by some kind of photosyntesis, but outside of this they are basically the same as a human apparently, so they maybe developed a similiar A/B/O thing, but if we not consider this then they shouldn't have a secondary gender, super senses yes, like (under the yellow sun) they can smell the pheromones maybe distinguish them but probably don't really get affected by them, this depends then on how the pheromones works in the omegaverse au If we consider the first case in MY OPINION (so my headcanon) is that Superman is an alpha, a powerful alpha, but Clark Kent, is still an alpha, but more like a "weak alpha" in the sense that he tends to be more a beta than an alpha diffently from Superman.

Now to the martians: THEY DON'T HAVE A SECONDARY GENDER, that's it, they change shapes, they can mutate their forms, imitate other beings. I'm not even use they actually have a proper sex and/or gender, but to my knowlege they have, anyway if we consider the martians on Earth, when they are in their secret ID they imitate betas, this is the thing that would make more sense.

Now Koriand'r and Tamarian in general: they probably don't have secondary genders, to my understandings they are basically warriors so compared to humans A/B/O they are the most similiar to alphas but without the biology of one, so the ones on Earth, so Koriand'r, in their secret ID they pretend to be alphas.

That's it, if you want me to do an analysis on Amazons and Atlanteas, because technically talking they aren't exactly humans... just tell me and I will.

Ok, so you know how Jason looks like he's around 19-20 when he returns, but was dead for like a year before beign resurrected by the pit?

The pit, tecnically talking, makes you younger (apart from stronger and has a healing and reviving factor), Ra's Al Ghul usually uses it for this, to be younger and stronger and to heal injuries,.

So, what if, other than reviving and healing, Jason became younger than when he died when being revived by the pit? It would make his young appearance have more sense

Even more because Dick and Jason have like a 4-5 year old age difference, and when jason return Dick is like in his late 20s (25-30) so Jason should look like he's more than 20years old, but his looks his way younger, so maybe when he was revived the pit made him younger.

Ok, so you know those posts/hadcanons where the batfam has hallucinations about Jason and his ghost, and how sometime this hallucinations continus even after his return (usually fo Dick)?

Well, you know how Jason, when he was Robin (especially at the start), said "Robin is magic" or "Robin gives me magic" or similiar things?

Lazarous pit is technically a magic pit, no? And "Robin" made Jason magic, right? What if the 2 types of magic can't coesist? Lazarous gives anger, suffering memmories and all, and Robin is a "happy" type of magic, so the 2 can't coesist togher in a sole body... So... here to you my headcanon:

There was no ghost before the pit, sometime Bruce and Dick saw the shadow of Jason, like usually people who just lost someone they always have around do, but it dosen't last long...

Talia found and took Jason body and threw it in the pit, Jason revived, stronger, angrier... but something now was missing.... his happines.

That same happiness that left the now angry body returned to Gotham, right after Bruce and Dick kinda of vendetta against Joker and a week after the "shadow" of Jason gone away.

Jason Robin: Hey! Dick: What?! not again, I tought I would't have any more allucinations Jason Robin: ? Jason Robin: Dad! I'm here! Bruce: *starting to cry* Please, no, not again... Jason Robin: *more confused*

Years pass, and finally Jason return, but the little magic ghost never when away, but only Bruce and Dick would see him sometimes

Red Hood: why are you here? I tought that when I died the magic of Robin vanished Jason Robin: nah, not really, I just got expelled because of that stinky greenish pit Red Hood: but still, why are you here? To stop me? because I won't, Joker is still alive, they didn't vengence me Jason Robin: well... that is actually a really long story, it was a long fly, I arrived after that... so I'm not sure of all the details...

After Jason reconciled with the batfam the ghost was still there

Dick in his apartment: Jason returned, why are you still here? Jason Robin: I alredy told you! Robin makes me MAGIC Jason who just broke in to share info with Dick: Hey Dickhead Dick: Jason? why- Jason: hello to you too little me Dick: YOU SEE HIM?!

Ok, so, you know that a lot of the times Lex (when he HAD hair) is a red head, or at least was.

Now, Kon is like and half Clone, because he's got bot Superman and Lex Luthor DNA, so technically he got the redhead gene.

After this premesis let's talk about Tim clone problem and Timkon clone baby. So Tim mixed his DNA with the one of Kon and ended up in a baby. Usually in fics the baby ends up resembling Tim or Kon or both of them, so with Black hair and blue eyes and all, what if the baby ended up resembling both Lex and Janet Drake, so with Lex red hair and Janet eyes, and for face a mixture of both Kon and Tim?

What if the Timkon clone baby was a redhead?

Ok, so you know that a lot of the times in fics where superbat is a thing so is the batfam with the superfamily, no? But in the superfamily also includes Jon, but there is a problem Jon is the son of Clark and Lois, so Clois (for those who don't know it's Clark x Lois ship name) had to be a thing long enough for Jon to be born, so I have an headcanon about it:

Lois and Clark have been married for some years now, dated for longer, and Jon is like 4-5 years old

Lois couldn't do this anymore, she loves Clark, and Clarks loves her... But she can't do this anymore especially now that they have Jon, sure Kon can come anytime and bring him to Ma' and Pa' Kent, but she also needs Clark. But Clark is Superman, the world always needs Superman.

At least if she was alone she would alredy know that Clark can't be there...

When they were dating it was fine, Clark had to fly always most of the times, but he usually returned soon after, and those times where the dates where cancelled in the middle usually the entire city was in danger, so no problems... But then the Justice League formed and Clark started being away longer, then they married and things got better, but thern The Justice Hall was substituite for The Watchtower and the JL welcomed more members and things got worse again.

Then she became pregnant, things got better again and Jon was born and things continued to stay good, but never good enough, after 3 years or so Clark had to go away again, not for some intergalactic mission, but to Gotham not as a journalist but as Superman, Lois isn't still sure why exactly, Batman needed help with something...

That's when she realized, it was something she always knew but never wanted to admit it, especially because she loved Clark and Clark loved her... But not only her... She always knew, by the way Clark always talked about him, before the JL they kinda hated eachother, she knows because when she discovered Clark was Superman and obligated Clark to admit it he started telling her about being Superman and meeting other heros...

Lois can't do this anymore...

Lois: I want a divorce

Clark who had just put Jon to bed was shocked: What?

Lois: I want a divorce, I... I can't do this anymore

Clark: but I love you..

Tears where starting to fall

Lois: I know, but I'm not the only one you love.

Clark still confused and shoked: I love Jon too, he's our child... And I love my parents, but...

Lois: It's not what I mean, and the facts that you still hasn't realize it...

Lois was thinking again to when Clark proposed to her and the only one to congratulate her from the hero community was him, Batman, Bruce... With some flowers on her desk, kinda as a sign of peace if she thinks about it.... Clark said the rest of the JL was weird about it for a while, but after like a month or two things got back to normal, now thinking back about those memories she now understand he loves him back, and made sure he was happy and maybe got angry at the JL for how they were acting, but she always ignored those facts, because of her happiness, because she loved Clark and Clark loved her but not only her. She was selfish.

Lois: that's not the only reason

Clark was still trying to figure out what went wrong

Lois: You're almost always away, this is also the main reason why I want a divorce.

Clark returned from his shock: Lois, you know I'm-

Lois: Superman, yes I know but it's not enough, I know you tried, and still trying but it's not good enough for me

Clark: I can ask Kon and Kara to help more, even in the League missions... I can-

Lois: The world will always need a Superman Clark, but I'm tired of all of this, at least if we are separated I'll know that I won't have you most of the times to help with Jon...

Clark: Lois...

Lois: this discussion ends here, we'll start discussing the terms later, for tonight I want to sleep, if you want I can take the couch, you're bigger...

Clark: take the bed Lois, I'll fly to the farm and be back for the morning, like that Jon won't know of this, I want to explain to him when the conditions will be set, if you're ok with this...

His tone of voice was sad... but acepting, he understood that he couldn't make Lois change her mind

Lois: yes, ok, I thinks it's for the best too

And so it was, Clark stayed at the start in the farm and then in Gotham until he found a new apartment in Metropolis, by that time the divorce was setted and so the co-parent time division

Years passed and after some time Clark finally understood what Lois ment, they stayed friends, like they were before dating and so when he finally understood, while picking Jon for the weekend, he asked her

Lois: Finally it took you 3 years of being single to finally figure out that you love him

Clark: what do I do?

Lois: I'm pretty sure Bruce loves you too, but you still have to check

Clark: Lo-

Jon: I'm ready!

It took another year for Clark to confess and start dating, but then when he was starting to think to propose... Damian arrived to Gotham, and things kinda got interesting

Rec time! What are your favorite fics that you've read and why? After replying to this ask, feel free pass on to five others to spread the love. 💗

Ok, wow, I didn't expect to do any fic rec, even because I don't have any bookmark on Ao3, but I'll try.

I searched in my History and my subscribtion.

PJO fics (Percy Jackson)

Any fic written by ottpop if you like Valgrace (Jason Grace x Leo Valdez) or Solangelo (Will Solace x Nico Di Angelo)

A Royal Odyssey by MAWo2 a modern royal AU Percabeth (Percy Jackson x Annabeth Chase) fic, unfortunatly not completed where Percy is a Royal and Annabeth is a normal american girl

All the Things We Never Said by Blossomdail a WIP, Percabeth and it's about the period between "The wrath of the triple goddess" and the first book of "Trials of Apollo" nad it explores the relationship between Percy and Annabeth (E rated)

Empire Now by WillowInTheWildwood it's a future fic with protagonist a daughter of Solangelo, it's a WIP but it's almost finished

Epic fic

Athena, daughter of Odysseus by Irunaki it's a WIP with slow updates and you can find the author on youtube (with their animations)

Batfam fics (it's a general it cointains Timkon, Superbat and others)

5 Times Bruce Was Proctective of His Pups (+ 2 Times They Were Protective of Him) by Thicc_Personality it's a Superbat (superman x Batman) WIP with really slow updates or discontinued, I'm unsure of this, and it's pretty funny with Conner being the clone of Clark and Bruce and not Lex and Clark, and Omega!Bruce

That Time the Hero Community Thought Robin Had a Crush on Batman by Raven_WitchTales it's WIP Batfam when Dick was Robin pre identity reveal, and it's Basically JL (Justice League) and Teen Titans being idiots.

Violent Sun (a krypton lives au) by Beabaseball (beabaseball), rattlemeoldbones Superbat WIP with slow updates crypton is not destroyed and Bruce and Kal are both kind of experiments (bruce is still a human, just on Krypton for govermant reasons).

Young Folks by palmanatomy WIP Timkon preidentity reveal and it kinda creates a lovesquare between the two and their identities

any of TaxiCabToSlowtown fics, if you want Funny Batfam and generally JL fics

Consanguineous Ministrations by Briarwitched it's kinda (but not really) a Superbat fic, it's a pretty long oneshot where an Kryptonian ship gives Bruce a "clone Baby" that is Kon

Crossovers fic

Nikólaos by KCBR crossover between Hp (Harry Potter) and PJO with Nico as a protaconist, it's a WIP with weekly updates and it follows Nico since he appeard in the books to idk, it's still a WIP

The Wrong Afterlife by The_Mountain_Flower if it can be consider crossover, it's the same universe... it's between PJO and Magnus Chase, it's a future fic where a greek demigod ends up in the norse afterlife (Vahalla)

Dark Matter by mysterycyclone completed fic with a newly starde sequel crossover between Spiderman and the DCU specifically Batman

For now I'm done, I can't come to mind/find others, should I start bookmarking the fics that I would reccomend?

Spiderman meets the Justice League

You kknow those fics where spiderman ends up in Gotham, or the ones where the JL (Justice League) finds that Batman is a dad and ends up meeting the batfam?

Well, what about a fic where the JL meets Spiderman, but not in the way where he ends up in the DC universe (in one way or the other) in the middle of a JL meeting or the Watchtower, but like as a batkid

Let me explain, Gotham is still Bat territory, the JL dosen't really know what happens there if Bruce dosen't tell them; so they don't know about Peter arrival in Gotham and the fact he became a vigilante there, and they don't know that Bruce adopted him (or Dick or Jason did) and that he became part of the batfam.

So when they meet him is like at random, for example the JL needs help in some chemical thing or something and Batman propose to ask help to one of his kids, and the JL is like: "Tim? Wasn't he good with tech and logistic stuff like Victor? (Cyborg for those who don't know)"

And Batman confused: Not Tim, Peter

JL: Jason?! Wasn't he more interested in literature (because for those who don't know, Jason full name is "Jason Peter Todd")

And Batman is just confused, for then to realize that the JL never met his new son Peter Parker, aka Spiderman who comes from who knows where and that is a genius in chemestry, biology and engineering. So he calls him and the zeta-tube activates saying Spiderman code and from them comes out this chill guy (in spiderman suit because he just finished patrolling with Duke) with a smootie and greets them like is the most normal thing and the JL is just shocked because Bruce adopted another meta

and about the children and in general batfam?

well... idk, like for the most of them idk, I have some ideas about Tim, Jason, Damian and maybe Cass, but for the rest... no idea

Tim: omega, because it would make sense that Janet and Jake were like betas or alphas and when tim turned out to be a omega (with like some kind of blood test that said the gender before it manifested or something like that) were dissapointed about it and started ignoring him Damian: alpha, no need to explain why, Talia was an alpha like her father so Damian is too. how he was concieved and born? well... that's a bit more complicated, like if we want him to grew like an assassin there can be two ways: 1) Artificial womb, like Talia stole some DNA or Bruce egg and used an artificial womb or a surrogate to have the child 2) Trauma, I mean, Talia probably stole Damian from Bruce when he was born and told him the child died for a complication or another then we have the Damian didn't go to the league and bruce birthed and protected him.

Jason: pre Lazarous pit he was a beta, post Lazarous pit he became an alpha, probably for some magic of the pit, maybe even Ra's Al Gul was a beta before he used the pit the first time. Or, no change in the pit, Jason is an omega, one of this two options, that's it

Cass: maybe she's an alpha, or a beta, idk because the thing is her smell, she could use blockers, or her father removed the glands maybe.... idk but for sure not an omega. even tough she's the sweetest.

Batman in omegaverse

Batman in an omegaverse always should be an alpha or at least someone without a smell , but not Bruce Wayne, he should be an omega, so hear me out:

Bruce Wayne by the public is considered to be a Homeboy (probably, idk the correct term, I'm italian), he's all smiley, a guy that continiusly adopts (apparently) random orphans, who is known for sleeping around a lot, at least befor Dick was adopted, the person that if you even go near his children will go crazy to protect them; kinda of boneless, who dosen't really works at his own company, basically Brucie Wayne (in the public eye, then in reality we all know the normal Bruce Wayne out of galas is not like that), an omega.

But Batman?

Batman is perceived as a menace for goons and villain, the darkness of Gotham, its protector, so an alpha, or at least what people think he is; probably he uses blocker so he smells like nothing or like an alpha.

and all of this makes even more sense because since the start bruce tried to separete the 2 personas (even in the canon) to protect his identity, so they're complete opposite, could ever Brucie Wayne be Batman? ptf NO, that's the point, so having a omega Brucie and an alpha Batman makes way more sense than having an alpha Bruce Wayne

Batman in omegaverse

Batman in an omegaverse always should be an alpha or at least someone without a smell , but not Bruce Wayne, he should be an omega, so hear me out:

Bruce Wayne by the public is considered to be a Homeboy (probably, idk the correct term, I'm italian), he's all smiley, a guy that continiusly adopts (apparently) random orphans, who is known for sleeping around a lot, at least befor Dick was adopted, the person that if you even go near his children will go crazy to protect them; kinda of boneless, who dosen't really works at his own company, basically Brucie Wayne (in the public eye, then in reality we all know the normal Bruce Wayne out of galas is not like that), an omega.

But Batman?

Batman is perceived as a menace for goons and villain, the darkness of Gotham, its protector, so an alpha, or at least what people think he is; probably he uses blocker so he smells like nothing or like an alpha.

and all of this makes even more sense because since the start bruce tried to separete the 2 personas (even in the canon) to protect his identity, so they're complete opposite, could ever Brucie Wayne be Batman? ptf NO, that's the point, so having a omega Brucie and an alpha Batman makes way more sense than having an alpha Bruce Wayne

Kon-El fic rec

You know how Kon-El/Conner Kent is the Clone/Child of Superman and Lex Luthor, no?

Well, I was searching for fics where Cadmus used Batman/Bruce Wayne (depending on how they obtained it) DNA and not Lex one.

For now I found like only one that is omegaverse but I'm waiting for it to update, so I was searching for more

It can be SuperBat or not, I don't really mind, I just want to find more fics with this concept

Batman fic rec

I need some batman fic rec about a kind of general propt:

Batman isn't in the justice league, and they want to invite him in it, that's it, I found like only one fic about it, but batman and the birds were like unded... I was searching for one with like a normal batman, but that didn't join the justice league and I couldn't find any, so I'm asking you people

You know you’ve been reading too many batfam vigilante type fics when you dream you got stabbed and your first thought is oh this is fine I’ll go home and stitch it up instead of go to the hospital

𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐥...

batman's cape (and any of the other batfam member's capes) are heated/can be microwaved :D.

...yeah, probably not the most original thought. surely someone has come up with this before, and hey, maybe it's even canon - but that doesn't really take away any of the ideas I have, so on we go anyways lmao.

I imagine that you, y/n, reader (lol idk-) is often found all wrapped up in bruce's cape (ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S FRESH OUT OF THE WASH) and he'll be TEARING the manor apart looking for that shit because why would it be anywhere else except in the bat-cave, in his bat-suit vault, right there clipped onto the specific bat-suit he's choosing to wear for whatever mission he's finna go on, just to eventually find you on a couch somewhere above the bat-cave all rolled up like a worm in it with the glow of your phone emitting from underneath the fabric and your little giggles muffled by it because you're probably laughing at memes or something idk.

bruce is definitely the type to think it's silly and lowkey can't even blame you because it do be cold in the mansion, but he also refuses to drop the "I'm so hardcore and a brute and stone cold" act so he's yanking that shit offa' you and you're just BEWILDERED, suddenly exposed to the light and cold like, "😮⁉️🫨⁉️" and before you can even process wtf happened, bruce is already whisking around the corner, gone and out of sight💀.

dick would also think it's silly, but lowkey actually be annoyed, though, and he'd make that KNOWN. like, sure, he'd initially be VERY stressed when he can't find the cape (even though it's not thay big of a deal but for some reason, he just doesn't feel "complete" without it😭) but then he'd see this huge lump all wrapped up in it on a bed in one of the many rooms or something. at first, he'd think it's one of the handful of pets owned and living in the wayne estate, just to peel back the fabric and see YOU.

"...Hi😃..."

"...🙂Why are- Nevermind. You do know that I need this, right?"

"I mean,,, you don't need it, you just-"

*YANK!!*

"NO, WAIT, IT'S COLD!!"

"THEN GET A BLANKET!!"

I'm sorry, but I feel like dick don't play 'bout his cape, and you're just either gonna have to find different ways to sneak it or just leave it tf alone😭✋🏽. but when it's not currently in dire need by him, he'll happily return it to you and smile when you squeal and wrap yourself back up in and under it while it warms up.

BARBARA GETS IT FR. SHE GETS ✨️🩷YOU🩷✨️. but also, she is attached to it in the way dick is, so don't be surprised if and when she needs it, she's taking it from you with zero mercy and under the excuse of, "I'm on duty tonight, I'm not showing up out of uniform lol." and you're just left there like "☹️...". but outside of those times, the both of you can be found very happily and contently under her cape as you watch horror movies or something and rambling about who knows what, a common interest lol.

and I'm pretty sure in some strains/universes or whatever of dc, she ends up becoming oracle because she's paralyzed or some shit, right?? I could totally be wrong, but if I'm not, I feel like in that case, she just GIVES it to you. she makes it a huge deal, too, she acts like she's passing along the magical ashes of a dead ancestor that grants you infinite knowledge and protection or some shit and has a whole speech prepared, just for her to hand you this neatly folded up cloth and you're just like, "...You're giving me your cape😀??" and she's like, "Ya🙂♡." and you can't even be mad because ...

IT'S A HEATED CAPE like idk what else you could want from her like plz✋🏽.

(*casually skips over Tim bc idk enough about him and if I mischaracterized him I'd have to delete this account and then me off of the face of this earth bc I refuse to be that bitch who doesn't know her shit😃*)

jason will see you with his cape, and whether you're awake or asleep, he'll loom over you menacingly until you sense his presence, and then not even give you the chance to give excuses before he's like, "I'm on watch tonight."

you don't dare protest lmao. and he isn't giving it back to you later on. it's one of those things that if you really want it, you gotta go get it. and then expect you won't have it for very long, so whatever you plan on doing with it, you better make the most of it😭✋🏽. that's literally all I can say for him lmao.

DAMIAN (my fave) (^3^)/. I feel like he'd make it seem like SUCH an inconvenience for himself even though he doesn't actually care about the cape itself and if anything, finds it very sweet and endearing that you literally use it as a blanket because "it gets so warm" and "it smells like you" and "it's here when you're gone and I miss you". but, much like his father, he just HAS to keep up the, "I'm so stone cold and no nonsense and eternally vexed" facade, so if you're awake and you have it, he'll just hold out his hand expectingly and - like jason - you don't dare argue because you're just gonna lose🥲.

but if he finds the cape and you're asleep with/under it, he'll actually let you keep it. like, he'll just leave it and either go about his superhero duties without the cape entirely, or he'll just use another one from a different suit. sure, it might possess different capabilities (no pun intended), or he might feel a little... off... without a cape, but he'd rather that than interrupt your comfortable state.

and you'll be so bent up about it when he returns, and you're like, "WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST TAKE IT😭💔?!" and he's like, "you were obviously very comfortable, I didn't want to disturb you😐..........🫶🏼."

so um.... yeah, I honeslty dk where all of that came from, but do with this info what you will.

byeeee /ᐠ^ω^マ~ !!

𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐝𝐮𝐝𝐞😭

I couldn't imagine having allergies at all, let alone year round (I don't get allergies haha flex).

but I am sick asf right now so I can somewhat relate in the moment :'). due to that fact, y'all might get a couple more sick-fics, idk🤷🏽‍♀️.

𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

《 ♡ 》 imagine

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 :

out of all of the places you could've been born - krypton, themyscira, even in a lab would do - you were born right here on earth in a regular ol' hospital, in a regular ol' town, to live a regular ol' life. amongst the flowers and the pollen, the cold and humidity, the wind and rain.

and out of all of the things to be born with - superpowers, enhanced abilities, preferably a higher immune system - you were born with the most sensitive nose and lungs ever.

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 :

fem!strong allergies!reader x freddy freeman - she/her/hers pronouns!

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 :

post shazam!: fury of the gods - starts at the beginning of the year, ends at the end of the year

𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 :

cursing - mentions of (and reader having) allergies/illness - freddy being the sweetest of sweethearts to ever be sweet - like srsly, this is all just tooth-rotting fluff - there's some references here and there, I think?? I don't rmbr😃

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 :

You laid in bed with your eyes glued to the ceiling, moping to yourself internally while the sound of your periodic sniffles further continued to fuel the harbored rage you held towards your teachers.

"Have a good spring break!"

"...And once that's done, enjoy the rest of your break!"

"Have fun on your two weeks off!"

"...Spring break!"

Spring, spring, spring...

How in the hell were you supposed to be enjoying the constant itch in your throat and stuffed up nose and, god, the sneezing...? You were growing sick of it (literally and emotionally), and to make matters worse, you'd been like this the entire first week of your two week "break."

You might as well have been sick.

"Ohh-!" Your mother jokingly scoffed, entering your room (without a knock, as most tended to do) with a curiosity about her that went subsided at the sight of you.

"Don't look so depressed. It's a nice day out, at least do something constructive."

"Of course you'd say that." You sneered, and suddenly realized that rage was being directed in the wrong place. Your teachers were just doing their job, being kind and offering their wishes of a good spring break. It wasn't their fault. You looked towards your mom, one half of the problem...

"You and dad got all of the good genes, and I got..."

You gestured to yourself, no further explanation needed other than a quiet, "...this." to finish off your sentence.

With your mom shooting you another knowing look, chin angled downwards and eyebrows raised, you flopped back onto your bed and sunk into the feeling of your allergies rendering you physically weak. It was the sudden raking sound of your blinds being pulled back and the gush of sunlight entering your room that had you then pulling the covers over yourself, unwilling to face the light.

"Close them...!" You practically whined. "My head still hurts, and I-... I..."

A sneeze interrupted your protests, the blankets rising and falling with the large puffs of air exiting with each sneeze.

"Bless you." - "Bless you." - "Bless you." - "Bless you."

You prepared yourself for one more with the following of your mother excusing each one individually, but it had died down in your chest, a pitiful groan taking its place instead as you adjusted and wiggled around under your blanket.

"If you don't get up, you're not gonna get any better." You heard the woman advise. "Besides, you need to eat something before you take this medicine."

Your curiosity peaked at the mention of such, slowly lowering your blankets just enough to reveal your disheveled hair and teary eyes. Sure enough, your mother had a real reason for barging into your room, a bottle of allergy relief spotted in her hand as she waltzed closer to the edge of your bed.

You sat up, mood slightly increasing at just the thought of feeling better. But, upon reaching for it, your mother pulled it away and repeated herself.

"You need to eat something before you take it."

"Ughhh, mom...!" You groaned in exasperation. "Let me take it now, and I'll eat right after, please."

She merely shook her head, taunting you without trying before she was right back to standing and waltzing out of the door.

"You can find me in the kitchen...!" She hummed over her shoulder and purposely left your door open after her exit. Instead of doing so, you were right back in between your blankets and pillows, dreading the feeling of doing any further mental or physical tasks.

The buzzing of your phone was what brought you out of your misery, head slowly lolling over towards your dresser until you could make out the contact name on your screen.

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| freddy spaghetti😻 |

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Suddenly, even if for just a moment, you forgot any and all that dampened your mood. Hell, you'd even argue that your nose unclogged for a second, your first smile of the day creeping onto your face at your boyfriend's unexpected call.

"Heyyy-hi...!" He greeted enthusiastically, elongating his words with his face all up in the camera that left you giggling carefully so as not to bring pain to your chest. "How's my super-babe feelin'?"

"Not so super..." You admitted with a shrug, smile faltering and unsure as to if you were blushing or just suffering from a fever. Either way, your cheeks and forehead suddenly ran hot, and it left Freddy to pout on your behalf.

"Allergies?" He guessed, and was answered by your - !... !... !... !... !... - five whole sneezes in a row.

"Allergies." He concluded before shifting his postion from a relaxed lean against his arm to holding the phone high above him with both hands, curls sprawled against his pillow, and an all-too-handsome grin to go with.

"Well, at least you're still a babe." He sighed out his flirt with such a casualness that left you grinning all over again, a wink thrown your way leaving you certain that if you weren't blushing before, you definitely were now.

"Yeah, right..." You scoffed in order to badly cover up how smitten you already were. Hardly a minute into the call, and he had you feeling the best you'd felt all morning, regardless of an itchy throat and mild headache.

"I look like Rudolph the fucking reindeer with my nose this red."

"I think it's cute-! Very festive!" Freddy rushed. You gave him a deadpan look.

"It's the middle of March."

"And?"

At first, you thought he was serving you unprompted attitude, facial expression just as dry as yours had been seconds ago, tone just the same. But then you realized it was just because he was focused. Focusing on his phone screen. Focused right on the-

*flash* *flash* *flash* *flash*

"No-! Stop taking screenshots...!!" You nearly screeched, ducking out of frame while Freddy gave a smug laugh. An audible, "hehehehehehe" that could've been mistaken for a troll or gremlin of some kind letting you know you were too late.

"You look cute, though...!" He pretended to whine, shaking his phone as though it'd bring your face back on camera.

When it did return, it was at the distant voice of your mother from the kitchen, side profile now in view as your eyes stared towards your bedroom door, big and round at the call.

"(Y/N), come eat and take your meds, now...!!"

"But, mom...!!" You called back, fighting the tickle in your throat that urged you to cough. "It's Freddy, I'm talking to Freddy...!!"

But alas, she had no care for your reasoning, simply giving a dramatic huff of exasperation before calling back, "Well, tell him you love him, get off the phone, and come eat...!!"

Finally, you let that cough go, which inevitably proved the woman's point before you faced your boyfriend one last time with a pout of your own that was very much real.

"No, don't do that, stop it." He cooed, solemnly chuckling at your expression before swiftly-

*flash*

"Stop...!!"

"You first!" He countered. "Both looking so cute and pouting."

And to pull a final smile from you, he did the honor of "kissing" it away, bringing his puckered lips to the camera and making kissy noises that earned him more than a grin. Giggles escaped, and you even entertained Freddy by doing it back, only stopping when an abrupt groan came from his end. More laughter ensued, from the both of you, Billy in the background grumbling something about "we share a room, y'know...!" and "...so sappy when we have a world to save..." etcetc.

"(Y/N)...!!"

"Okay...!!" Was your rushed response for your mother before turning back to Freddy and practically whispering, "Bye, Freds, I love you, and I miss you."

"Ahh, don't worry. Just turn on the news and you'll see me."

It wasn't long before you had sluggishly brought yourself from the comfort of your bed and the dopamine of your FaceTime call with Freddy, trudging towards your dining table so you could weakly shove down a meal and finally get that allergy relief your mother held hostage.

"Okay, do these "superheroes" actually save people, or are they here to just cause a scene?"

You looked towards the TV at your father's words, your eyes lighting up as the reporter signaled for her camera to aim at the sky.

"...And we're not fully sure of the intention behind this message, nor if it's specific, but in good nature, I'd like to assume the Philadelphia Fiascos are bidding you all an easy-going, allergy free Spring...!"

The words, created from the sheer speed of Freddy's flying in his superhero form, read 'Get Well Soon <3' while he gave a two finger salute to the camera and anchor woman.

To you.

And you knew that as you did a terrible job of hiding your flattered expression from your family.

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 :

Your eyes remain glued the the blue of the sky, not a cloud in sight yet sill anticipating the appearance of something. But alas, you knew you'd have to wait for later tonight to see anything worth marveling at, fireworks due to go off once the nighttime had set in.

So, instead, you spent the late afternoon of July 4th sitting in the grass, itching away at your legs and waiting for Victor to finish grilling. Hotdogs, steaks, burgers, chicken, you name it! Very American, not that you'd be caught dead celebrating the actual holiday. Today was just a day to get together with loved ones, eat, drink, and light up explosives that were otherwise illegal.

Who cares about-...

What does the fourth celebrate again?

You couldn't remember, still preoccupied with leaning forward in order to scratch at the irritating skin that had been bothering you since you left the house. And nevermind the pollen, allergy relief only able to do so much before you found yourself drawing in shallow breaths to let out a harsh, loud-

"ha-CHOO...!!"

. . .

"Aww-! Noo...!" You whined, the force of your sneeze catapulting your ice cream off of the cone still gripped in your palm. You watched the frozen treat splat into the green of the grass, the color of your flavor a stark contrast as you stared in disbelief.

"Oh-ho-ho, noo..." Freddy cooed at the sore sight, a chuckled lightly mixed in before he went on. "Well, there's no use crying over spilled milk..."

Truth be told, you genuinely considered crying, not wanting to hear the less-than-comforting words of your boyfriend beside you, who still had his ice cream perfectly intact.

"I can't even enjoy a barbecue because my body's immune system is trash." You commented.

"Don't say that." Freddy soothed, for real this time, though, rubbing a gentle hand up and down your back. "You did good for a while, there. First sneeze all day!"

"Yeah, but I've been itching like crazy! And my eyes keep tearing up. I think it's the grass..."

Freddy nodded in agreement, looking around to see that his family did happen to pick a spot right in the middle of the park field. Granted, the place was growing more populated by the group/family due to tonight's fireworks show hosting, but he'd much rather put your comfort over a summer tradition.

With that in mind, he stood, his crutch in hand as you followed in action, rubbing your eyes in a bad attempt to sooth the irritation until your hand was gently pried away and filled with another cone.

"Here, you take this..." Freddy spoke after handing you his own ice cream for you to eat after the devastating loss of yours.

"Wait, no, you don't have to-"

"-...and I'll go find a spot at a table, for now."

"Freddy..." You tried to interject again, but he wasn't having it. His mind already set and on a mission to achieve maximum allergy relief for his girl.

"Just until the fireworks start, y'know? Plus, I doubt you want bugs all over you when the food's ready."

"I-...That's true."

Though his actions and thoughts were simple, just a mere reaction to your discomfort, you couldn't help but feel slightly overwhelmed at Freddy's attentiveness. You hadn't gotten used to the way he was always so patient with you, especially about what you were sensitive to, which felt like almost everything a lot of the time. You figured if it was a drag on you, it certainly bothered everyone else around. Hell, growing up, you were the infamous "sick kid" always home with a rumored flu or cold.

And when you were in, you weren't exactly... popular, per se. No one wanted to catch whatever it was you had, when in reality, you didn't have anything at all! Nothing contagious, anyway. Just... really bad, year-round allergies.

You thought it a wonder Freddy was able to ignore such a thing. Not even ignore it, but accommodate for it, which is more than what anyone has ever done for you besides your parents.

. . .

"Thank you." You said, eventually, after a long afternoon of laughing and talking, eating and dancing, family activies, and all of the sneezes, coughs, and lathering of itch cream in between.

Night was here now, and while yes, you two had returned to the grass along with his family in anticipation for the fireworks, your eyes no longer remained fixated on the sky. They stayed on Freddy, admiring all of his features as best you could in the dark and elaborating further when he turned to you in confusion.

"Thank you for not getting sick of me."

"Wh-?! How could I? You don't even have to thank me for that, I- What?" He stammered over his swift words, which was pretty much a norm for him as you chuckled slightly before going on.

"I just mean, like... Sometimes, I'm sick of being sick. And I know I'm not sick. It's just allergies. But no one else really knows that unless I tell them, and even then, I feel like it gets... annoying, almost? For me, yeah, and for other people because I am, essentially, always sick. I can't just... enjoy stuff because I'm always worried about what's gonna make me sneeze the most or what's gonna make my eyes flare up."

There was a pause.

"I know it's really not that deep, but I'm just glad you take the time to understand, you know? And that you're not annoyed by me."

Another pause. Freddy spoke.

"It kinda is that deep, though."

"...What?"

Freddy adjusted himself so that he was fully turned towards you, offering up his full attention in hopes he would gain yours in return.

"I don't want you to feel like you're just your allergies, okay? Like, yeah, you sneeze a lot, but you have the cutest sneezes, so it's not like anyone could possibly be annoyed unless they're morons."

"Freddy..." You cautioned with a knowing smirk, and he gave a gentle, pushing hand of defense.

"Kidding-! Ish. But seriously, I love you for you, (Y/N). For all of the things you like, for the things you do, the things you think and believe. I mean, hello, you literally-!" He came in close, whispering as if he wasn't talking amongst a chattering and unaware crowd.

"...you literally accepted me when I told you about the sha-ha-zam thing."

You giggled at the memory, nodding at his words as you spoke.

"Why wouldn't I? It doesn't make you any less Freddy. You're still my boyfriend, and I love you. Wanna make you comfortable and happy, you know?"

"Exactly!" Freddy agreed. "So you do get it. That's exactly how I feel about you, I mean- What, you think a little pollen-induced snot is gonna keep me from kissing you?"

"Okay, okay, I get it...!"

"Puh-lease, woman." He finished as though he hadn't heard your protest, only dropping the serious act when he saw yours break into an expression of glee.

As you shared the rest of your laughs together, unable to pull away from each other's gazes, the light of the first firework shooting off into the sky lit up your faces. It brought on a romantic swell, a final factor into sharing a sweet kiss as it exploded in the air, the golden colors fading away along with the thought of anything possibly irritating you further this summer evening.

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𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥 :

The humidity caused a stuffy feeling all over, a cold sweat thinly lining your person. You ignored it, for now, playing with the edge of the rug you sat atop mindlessly with your gaze fixated on the screen displaying first-person views of blood splattering and gunfire.

"Freds, you said after this last round it'd be my turn."

Billy gave an audible, "Tch." at your huff, smirking down at you from his spot on the sofa-chair while he waited for the loading screen to pass.

"Never seen someone so eager to lose before."

"Shut up...!" you exclaimed, whipping your head around to face him. "That's why you can't even beat Freddy on easy mode."

"The scores say otherwise."

It was now your turn it scoff at his bold claim, snickering while you spoke on semi-behalf of your boyfriend.

"Can't do math either, apparently, 'cause Freddy beat you this round, which means he's won more times than you."

"I'm hyping myself up for the next round, (Y/N). Ever heard of self-encouragement?"

Speak of the handsome devil, he was quick to butt in with his own opinion on the matter, coffee brown eyes still glued to the screen while strengthening his character with extra ammo and inventory.

"I find this argument to be both funny and pointless, seeing as my skills are better than both of yours combined."

"Says who?" Billy laughed in disbelief, his attention now fully towards his brother sprawled across the large, blue beanbag next to him.

"Says me! I'm the one with training from the ultimate game master of this family."

Giggling to yourself, you looked back at him with a start of hilarity he caught in your own (E/C) eyes, already preparing himself for whatever it was you were about to dish.

"Oh, you mean you mean the literal twelve year old?"

Alright, there was no combating that. It was the truth, Eugene proving himself the best video game teacher any one of you had ever met. Which, in your guy's case, was sort of pathetic for a group of teenagers.

But still...

"Okay- Babe, who's side are you on?"

"Mine!" You answered without second thought. "I want a turn, you promised."

"Okay, sure." Freddy shrugged, leaning over to hand you the controller. It barely grazed the pads of your fingers before it was snatched back, the sound coming from the TV an indicator of a new game beginning.

"After this round." Freddy swiftly added, leaving you to toss your head back with a frustrated whine.

"Dude...!"

But before you could scold him on keeping his word, the sound of the front door creaking open caused all of your heads to shift to the right. But alas, there was no need to see who would enter first, the noise enough for all of you to tell it was the two youngest who had arrived, along with Pedro from the walk to the nearby gas station.

"We've brought sustenance...!!"

The video game master himself eventually made his way into the living room, greeting you all with arms full of snacks and drinks to choose from.

"Thanks." Both boys murmured in unison, hardly sparing Eugene a glance with their focus solidly glued to the game. It caused you to roll your eyes and stand, ignoring the rude behavior of both of them as you gently took the food from his grasp and actually made eye contact.

"Thank you, this is sweet."

"It's no problem, but, uh..."

Rubbing the back of his neck nervously, his eyes shifted behind his glasses towards where the front door was, assuming it was still open as Pedro walked in. He also bore an anxious expression, and it mildly concerned you as you looked back towards Eugene in question.

"It's not a...huge deal or anything, but... aren't you allergic to cats?"

"...Yes?"

And before you could question the random and sudden interest in your bodily weaknesses, a shout grabbed all of your attention.

"Wait, stop, come back...!!"

Little balls of fur came barreling through the house unexpectedly in all directions, their mewls tiny like them, yet so loud as Darla came running in after them

"I can't catch you all...!" She gasped, and followed three that had gone running towards the kitchen.

"You can't just bring home every animal you find while we're out." Eugene chided, following after as Pedro managed to capture two more into his hands before they could get far.

"We couldn't just leave them in a box in the cold."

Eugene shrugged, a lot of truth in Pedro's defense that made it hard to argue against.

"Yeah, but...still..."

Before any of you could fully question the matter, you nearly jumped at another pair of kittens that came running towards you, attempting to walk backwards before they could come any closer until you found yourself tripping over Billy's ankle.

"Oh shi-"

And down you went, falling over his lap and over to Freddy, landing nearly on top of the boy who began to let out unintelligible shouts about his controller and the game and-

"I guess it's a tie, then." Billy commented, not too bummed with the circumstances, seeing as he was losing before he was pleasantly surprised with a bright, orange kitten making itself comfortable in his lap.

"No, no...! Nuh-uh, that doesn't count! Girlfriend interference!"

"It's not like I did it on purpose." You murmured, doing the same as that orange kitten and making yourself comfortable in Freddy's hold. "I was caught off guard, I didn't expect-"

"-They were just kittens." Freddy huffed before you could even finish giving any excuses or apologies for your interruption.

"I'm allergic, you know that!"

"They're this big...!"

He made a gesture with his hands, replicating the size of the kittens to which you completely ignored in favor of dramatics.

"I was attacked!"

A pause loomed over the two of you, staring at each other blankly until a wave of giggles broke the silence, and he was lightly pressing kisses to your temple.

More mewls caught your attention, a small void approaching the two of you and standing on its hind-legs in an attempt to climb up the beanbag.

"Oh my god, it's literally the same size as the controller."

At Freddy's coos, you had to admit that the kitten was very adorable, so itty-bitty while being enclosed in the palms of your boyfriend's hands. Without any thought, your hands outstretched to hold it, it's head whipping towards you in curiosity with its small pink nose and big round eyes, white, wispy whiskers and-

"Bless you."

"Bless you."

"Bless you."

"Bless you."

A final sneeze never came, the feeling dying in your nose, chest, and throat that served as a reminder that there would be no kitten petting or holding for you. Not with such intense allergies. Not if the foster family were all going to creepliy chorus, "Bless you" at you every single time you sneezed.

"Freddy, I can't stay here, there's too many cats."

Your voice strained as you talked, hands rubbing at your itchy eyes while the hot flash started to increase tenfold.

"But look, he likes you." Freddy cooed further, holding the black cat up to your face as if he were attempting to hypnotize you with the blue of its eyes. And maybe, if your nose hadn't immediately gone stuffy, you'd fall for it.

"She's a girl." Darla corrected, entering the living room with her arms dawning the three kittens that had dashed away from her in the first place.

"But look, she likes you." Freddy repeated as though he hasn't mistaken the gender at all.

"Yeah, well, my body doesn't."

Again, your comment was ignored, the boy moving the kitten as close to your face as possible until you were touching noses ever so gently.

"Boop."

"Ha-! Choo!!"

The cat was gone, her entire body squirming oddly until Freddy let go and she landed on all fours, scurrying away from the loud and frightening creature (you) and its thunderous roar (your sneeze).

"Sorry...!" You called after it pointlessly, sighing to yourself in melancholy while Freddy did his best to pick away each and every last strand of cat hair from both of your persons.

"At least you're not deathly allergic." He hummed as he worked, sensing the wave of sadness thay coursed through your body along with your sickly feeling and trying his best to uplift your spirits.

"Nope." You agreed. "Just a stuffed up nose, sneezing and itching, clamminess, watery eyes-"

"Alright, alright, you got me." Freddy smiled in defense. "So you'll never be able to own a cat one day. Big whoop! You know I'd never let you become a cat-lady anyway. That, like, puts you en route to becoming the next Catwoman, and we can't have that."

At this, your head turned, and you were greeted with the sight of each sibling coddling over one or two kittens, Mary having joined the scene upon hearing the commotion from upstairs. Even Billy was indulging, nobody knowing he even had it in him to be babying something. And yet...

"You're just the cutest little creamsicle, aren't you? With your little toe beans..."

'It should've been me pressing those little toe beans...' You thought to yourself, only speaking back up when another sad sigh left your chest and you were back to facing Freddy, playing with his hands loosely as if they were a better substitute.

"It'd be nice to raise one. Just one, without needing to hack up a lung four seconds later."

And of course, your boyfriend was quick to sympathize with you, poking out his own lip as though he were the one suffering and pouting due to uncontrollable allergies. He hated seeing such a dejected look on your face, unable to enjoy something as simple as playing with a bunch of kittens, and with no real way to solve the issue he felt forced to offer up another choice that didn't involve them at all.

"Wanna go outside? We could go to the park, get on the swings and stuff."

"Let me guess," you deadpanned. "You want me to push you so it feels like you're flying?"

"Wha-! No-! I-... No, that is not even the case, you are such- Yes, you little witch, stop reading my mind."

You giggled at his dramatics, taking your time with scooting off of his lap while you dished up theatrics of your own.

"Ah, yes, the park riddled with germ infested kids and play equipment, along with a cool breeze to carry them all into my already weakened body."

"Okay, now you're just being a Negative Nancy." Freddy chided, using his knee to completely bounce you off of him and onto the floor. You'd let this slide, merely narrowing your eyes at him as he stood and grabbed his crutch.

"C'mon, (Y/N), it's better than being trapped in here with... with that."

Pointing out the way Mary was now being cornered by every last kitten in the room, all anyone could do was watch as they all loudly screamed for her attention, jumping up at her and trying to climb up her fleece skirt all because they had caught just the slightest whiff of the food, salmon, she'd brung home from work.

"Oh my god, spare me...!" She laughed nervously. "I can't give you what I've already eaten, please...!"

You shrugged, nodding at the scene which would be one stop short of torture to you.

"Fair enough."

It was a short trip to the front door, yourself the first to try and exit before you both halted in your tracks, a gray and white tabby the only thing blocking you between kitten-induced allergies and freedom. Almost as if on que, it licked its paw clean and you felt a familiar tickle in the back of your nose.

"Darla...!!"

"AH-choo!!"

"...You left one outside!!"

Neither of you were sure if the little girl had actually heard Freddy or not, too focused on the way the kitten began to stumble closer while you took cautious steps back.

"I want peace."

Amusingly monotonous, yet fully serious, the words left you and surprisingly caused it to stop, big, round eyes staring into yours before scuttling past with eager mewls similar to its kin in pursuit of the picked-up scent of salmon (that were still currently jumping Mary).

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𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 :

"Are you sure? We can go home if you want."

You shook your head, offering up a shy smile at Freddy's kind suggestion. It hadn't been the first time today, and you were sure it wouldn't be the last, the harsh winter taking a toll on you. Even in the mild warmth and comfort of the public library, the chill of winter still managed to ravage your body, causing you to shuffle further unto your coat and rub up against Freddy's arm whenever you could (which was usually while standing still or sitting).

"I'm okay, just reading along with you."

"You're trembling, (Y/N)."

And with that, he closed the open comic book in his hand, lazily tossing it nowhere near where he found it originally. You stepped back from looking over his shoulder, preparing to follow him towards another section before being taken by surprise when he pulled you into his chest and trapped you in a bear hug.

"Dude, wait-" you tried to warn, but swiftly found it too late when you felt him put the weight of his disabled leg onto you. Now there was officialy no escape. Not from him, or from the prying eyes of the public witnessing the sudden PDA.

"Freddy, stop...!" You whined, the words going muffled against his blue coat. "This is- I'm-..."

"Nobody's even looking." He sassed mildly, and though your slight anxiety told you otherwise, his words proved true as your eyes scanned over what little surroundings you could see. Not a person in sight, though someone could pass by any second...

Before you could point this out, he was rambling to you somewhat quietly, doing his best to heed your playful warning of when you had first agreed to step foot into this library with him.

"Sure, if you can keep your voice down to Darla Is Sleeping levels, we can go in."

"Harhar, you're hilarious."

And yet, despite his sarcasm, he had actually been doing good so far. You'd commend him for it later when you weren't trapped between his biceps.

"You know, what I'm doing right now is - not only super nice because I love you and all - but it's also a part of classic survival techniques. You know, huddling together for warmth so that the human body doesn't catch hypothermia and one freezes to death. Especially when one's immune system is already mildly compromised by allergies. Sound familiar?"

And before you could hit him back with a sarcastic quip or defend yourself with facts of your own, you were sneezing against him and doing your best to apologize between each one.

"Cute." Was his only amused comment.

"No, gross." You corrected, wishing you had been able to cover your mouth.

"Well, yea. But also cute, still."

You scoffed.

"You're telling me you think my allergies are cute?"

"I think everything about you is cute. But, until you're ready to accept that - and the fact that I just wanna help you - I'm not letting go."

He spoke so casually, and as much as it made you want to continue being stubborn and try to pry yourself off of him (or, more accurately, pry him off of you), you couldn't help but be reminded off all the times before where he had taken your allergies into consideration. When he opted to help you, make sure you were as comfortable as possible. Where he'd try and do anything, all sorts of grand gestures, just in the hopes that you'd feel a little better despite the symptoms of your allergies.

All in favor of treating himself, most times. Year-round...

Without further protest upon coming to such a heart-wrenching realization, you gave in, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend willingly and holding him with the need to somehow transfer all of your gratitude to him through feeling. Not really a possible feat, of course, but he knew you very well. So much so that it's almost like he knew of your intentions, swaying side to side as best he could without losing balance and cherishing your embrace.

"Thank you, Freddy."

You had planned to elaborate, like you had one time before, but he cut you off. There was no need.

"Always."

He understood.

𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐨😗...

long time no see😀...

listen, call it the fanfic writer's curse, call it life, I don't know, but a lot of really fucked shit happened while I was gone and while I am not mentally okay, I'm at a point where the very least I can do is return to my humble roots in hopes of feeling better (or distracting myself): fanfiction😌✋🏽.

nothing ever goes wrong in the land of fandom, especially when you're the one in control of everything (I love being an author😻✨️).

but anyway, yeah, as I try to get my life in order and finally make my way back to this app to do what I love, hopefully some good ol' fashioned sick-fics will up the vibe (also, crazy coinky-dink, I started writing this monthssss ago and during that time, I was sick while writing... well, guess who's currently sick AGAIN as she now finally posts this💀... prolly what I get, though lmao).

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 :

anon

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 :

5,493

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 :

@anon-2019

𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟...

but when I read it after finishing it, I realized it was too cute not to post, so now, here I am to bless your feed with this short lil' blurb that I love so much.

and I say bless, because I figure, if I love it this much, so will others, maybe🤷🏽‍♀️. Especially my melanated sistas, like, this is quite literally for y'all🩷💋🫵🏽. You're welcome.

𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 <𝟑

《 ♡ 》 imagine (a little bit crack-fic-ish but that's okay)

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 :

nothing much, really. just billy loving you so much, and he thinks you're cute and all😙.

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 :

fem!black-codedasf!reader x loveydovey!billy batson

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 :

post shazam!: fury of the gods

𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 :

(joking/exaggerative) mentions of suffocating - light cursing, I think? I didn't check lol - that's about it fr, like, this is super duper lovey dovey huggy wuggy kissy wissy wishy washy🥰😻💋💞 - billy being literally obsessed with you (as he should, love a women worshipping king😻) - that's it, I'm pretty sure lol.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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You laid content as you scrolled through the contents of your open TikTok app, savoring in the warmth Billy's body generated while lying comfortably beside you. Hell - he was practically smushed up against you, with no real need to be given it was a plenty sizeable bed you shared, other than the fact that he just couldn't stand to be sharing the same mattress and not be cuddling into you.

Of course, you didn't mind this one bit. As previously mentioned, the Batson boy generated heat at a rate you couldn't be anymore grateful for, yourself always freezing to the touch for seemingly no reason. Plus, you found it endearing how close he constantly wanted to be. As though he were a clingy kitten, seemingly always depraved of your love and affection. And, thankfully, you had plenty of it to go around.

Especially seeing as some of your love went towards memes and all sorts of other funny videos on the internet. Like this next one you giggled at. It held no true meaning, simply a combination of the most recently trending things, all too niche for any newcomer to understand. But you did, being an "chronically online" teenage girl coming with its apparent perks as you let more giggles escape through your grinning teeth.

But, as per the norm, they never remained just quiet giggles. They soon escalated into something further, a fit that could no longer be contained no matter how hard you tried. Plus, with the video looping itself over and over again, you never had the chance to give yourself a break to breathe. You couldn't look away, god, it was just too funny…!

Soon, you were inevitably trying your damndest not to let out obnoxious cackles. You'd feel awful for waking your boyfriend over something as trivial as laughing too loud. But unfortunately, it proved too late for that, the stuttering of your chest being all it took before he was stirring and suddenly-

"So- S… sssss…"

In a horrid attempt at an apology, you ended up mimicking the sound of a snake, eventually pushing out the word "sorry" before exploding into more laughter. At first, Billy was not amused, staring at you through sleepy, low-lidded eyes and with a pout that you'd normally just kiss away if you weren't so busy acting like a loon.

"Why are you even still up…" He barely questioned, his voice a deep rasp as a result of his previous heavy slumber. As if you weren't already a mess, you felt a feather in your chest and stomach at the sound of his sleepy voice. It tickled you, and the video was still playing, and good lord, there was no way you were laughing this hard at what was essentially nonsense.

But you were! And it was so… so… so...

"I-...I-..."

Poor thing, you thought you were going to suffocate, blowing up into another round of giggles. Your eyes were growing misty, and you were fighting so hard to replace your laughter with air, oxygen into your lungs. You couldn't do it, and it occurred to you that you probably looked insane right now with your eyes screwed shut (leaking salty water, at that) and your mouth hanging open with no sound coming out...

You laughed harder at the mental image, if possible.

"(Y/N), dude…" Billy spoke, his tone flat and his stare hard. You couldn't take it, shoving your face into the nearest pillow as you kicked your legs and shook around in silent laughter. You were actually physically fighting to stop and were losing! You were losing badly, stretching out your hand for any source of grounding.

"Will you chill out, oh my god." Billy, once again, hardly asked. But this time, it was through his own curt chuckle, slowly growing entertained by his girlfriend's silliness before loosely allowing his hand to fall into your own. You grabbed it, and finally, you could breathe again. A smile remained stuck on his face. A tired one, of course, but one could also argue that it was in love sickness. He watched your chest heave up and down, waiting until you removed the pillow from your face.

And when you did, he almost wanted to argue that you could, in fact, blush. Because your face was most definitely, visibly a deepened shade right now as you wiped the tears and massaged your sore cheeks. But he'd leave it alone, for now.

"I'm sorry." You spoke plainly after a moment of silence, gathering yourself. "That was deadass just the funniest shit I've ever seen, I don't know what's wrong with me."

Billy's smile grew, staring down at you while laying on his side, listening to your cheery-filled voice explain what on earth was so funny about this video that you nearly asphyxiated yourself cackling at. You laid against the bicep of his arm, curls tickling his skin because you'd more than likely forgotten to put a bonnet on for the evening.

He wouldn't remind you, though. Just for tonight, because he liked the tickle-feeling and the way they framed your face and expanded gorgeously around your head. Like a powerful mane or maybe a halo. He traced the detail in the browns of your eyes and had to stop himself from running a thumb over your brows. And just from the previous events alone, he was sure you had licked away all of your chapstick and gloss, staring at your lips before meeting your eyes once again upon listening to the cadence in your voice dip into a questioning tone.

"Did you see?" You asked, and he nodded.

"Yeah, babe."

Hardly a hum, yet full of adoration. Not that it mattered, because almost as fast as it was put there, your laughing expression had morphed into a playful one of disbelief. An added click of the tongue for full affect.

"Mncht. No, you didn't; you're not even looking…"

There was about a four second pause, Billy finally giving into the urge to run his thumb over your brow, tracing it down your cheek… prodding at the dimple that may/could reside there before running it as lightly as a feather over your lips. You paid no mind one way or the other to his actions, used to them by this point in time. Used to being cherished and observed with such worship and grace, even though it still made you slip into a mild hot flash.

"You're so cute."

Your eyes gazed up into his green ones, finally giving him your attention at such a sudden yet fond statement. At first, you almost let the words, "I know." slip. But then, you figured you might as well just say thank you and urge him back to bed. After all, you had never meant to wake him in the first place, and the guilt of that was finally starting to set in.

And yet…

"You think I'm cute?"

Billy, if he didn't know any better, allowed his heart to melt right there. Your eyes were big and expecting, curious about his thoughts even though he had just let them loose. And your tone full of hope, as if he'd never told you such a thing before. That might as well be blasphemy for him, seeing as he made it appoint to remind you of the way you had basically consumed his thoughts every single day.

And he'd continue to do so over and over and over again until you got it through your head that he was one-hundred percent serious. That he meant it with all of his heart.

"Think." He repeated the word you had murmured with a tone of hilarity. "I know you're cute, I'm lookin' right at you~."

He spoke with a shameless flirt in his drowsy tone, watching as you smiled to yourself. This time, you had no wit to banter up or a cheeky way of saying "I know" to him. All you had was your giddiness, only to then offer up the purse of your lips innocently until Billy got the hint.

"Gimmie kiss~…" He spoke, even though he was the one to deliver such upon your lips. But it didn't really matter because a few pecks later, you were drunk off of them and selfishly demanding more until he had literally kissed you to sleep.

"...Cute."

𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐰🥲.

i've got to stop letting my own words hurt me like this lmaoo😭. I hope y'all enjoyed ! more on the way soon✨️🤞🏽.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 :

myself <3

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐦 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 :

none :(

I saw that you only write for TT!Dick Grayson and that just makes me so happy, babygirl needs more fics🫶🏽🫶🏽

𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 !!

he's always been my favorite version of Dick Grayson, but one of these days, I'll get around to writing Nightwing/dcau versions of him :>. I just gotta up my skills first tbh ♡.

/ᐠ-˕-マ~ master list for...

𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 !

《 ♡ 》 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐨𝐧

cute <3 (imagine)

say the word (oneshot/crack-fic)

super-sick (imagine)

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《 ♡ 》 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧

flight attendant freddy (headcanon/rant)

season's greetings (imagine)

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《 ♡ 》 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝

nothing here yet :(

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《 ♡ 》 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚

nothing here yet :(

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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : [active] [hiatus] [offline]

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 : [open] [closed]

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𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 :

fun fact: this is where I'm trying to shift, atm :).

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞

/ᐠ-˕-マ~ master list for...

𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 !

《 ♡ 》 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 (but only as robin/from teen titans)

batfam cape rant (headcanon)

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《 ♡ 》 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞

batfam cape rant (headcanon)

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《 ♡ 》 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭

nothing here yet :(

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《 ♡ 》 𝐣𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

nothing here yet :(

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《 ♡ 》 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 (𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐨𝐲)

nothing here yet :(

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《 ♡ 》 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞

nothing here yet :(

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《 ♡ 》 𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧

nothing here yet :(

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《 ♡ 》 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 (past and present day)

nothing here yet :(

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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : [active] [hiatus] [offline]

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 : [open] [closed]

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𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 :

whatever is here is who I write for, but that doesn't limit me from making content about anyone else :). a.k.a if you asked me for some jason todd profile pictures, I'll deliver ♡.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞

Pairing: Dick Grayson x nb!reader

Prompts: Neutral prompt 10- "Don't lie to me, I can tell when you do."

Summary: When you find yourself hiding out in the Batcave someone comes to check on you

Warnings: Mentions of death, sad reader, a course word I think, bad writing and not proofread

A/n: very angsty I was sick, I was tired, and I felt like writing so please enjoy this drabble. let me know if I accidentally used any pronouns I didn't mean to :)

Word count: 800 short and sad sweet

Coping

Footsteps came padding softly down the staircase that led from Wayne manor’s sitting room to the dimly lit Batcave. Whoever was coming was light on their feet, almost silent. You had a pretty good idea who it was but you didn’t turn away from the computer screen to check. 

They stopped somewhere behind you and waited a moment before speaking. “You missed dinner.” Of course it was Dick. He must have volunteered to check on you. You didn’t even know it was dinner time. 

“Wasn’t hungry” You lied, typing something into the search bar and flipping through the files that popped up. You didn’t know how long you’d been at this but it’d been a good few hours since you’d spoken and your voice was hoarse. 

Dick started fiddling with some gear on one of the repair tables. “Right, of course.” Clearly, he was trying to seem nonchalant, and clearly, he was failing. “You’ve been down here a while.” 

It was more of a statement than a question but you felt the need to answer. “I’m fine. Just busy.” You took on a slightly defensive tone as you chose one of the files and began reading.

The screen was huge, he could read the page displayed for himself but still, he asked “What’re you working on?”

He was stalling. “There's talk of Scarecrow doing something on New Year's Eve. Bunch of people gathered at the square is a great place to shoot off some fear gas. I need to find him so I'm cross-referencing his last known hideouts.” Everyone was going to start suiting up soon but for now the cave was filled with an eerie quiet.

You still didn’t look up. You let your eyes pass over the screen but you weren’t reading anymore, instead, you were focused on the movement behind you. You felt him walk silently over and lean on the desk just a few inches away from you. He faced the wall behind you and crossed his arms

Dick let another moment pass and you almost looked up at him but held out. It was a game of chicken now, seeing who would look first, who would talk first and bring up the real reason he’d come down here. You both knew.

He lost. “I’m worried about you.” 

“Why?” You asked as innocently as you could. “It’s already happened there’s no point moping about it-”

“Don’t.” He cut you off, keeping his voice soft. “Don’t lie to me,” he looked down. “I can tell when you are. You lost someone in the field and now you're sitting in the dark working on cases for hours.” He crouched next to you trying to catch your eye. “You’re not ok. You need a break.”

You clenched your jaw. It had been 3 days since an innocent person died in your arms. Everyone had told you that you’d done your best and no one could have saved them. You still blamed yourself. “No, I don’t. I let someone die, but it happens. I just need to keep working.”

“Hey look at me.” He turned your chair towards him and you finally met his eyes. The determined sort of concern on his face matched his new tone. “It wasn’t your fault. No one could have stopped it but you have the right to be upset. Acting like everything’s fine and throwing yourself into work isn't going to help.”

“I am fine.”

“You’re a shit liar is what you are.” He threw the soft and sweet approach out the window and settled for the truth. “I know you, and I know you’re gonna sit here and tell me that you don’t care even though you do and that you’re perfectly okay even when you aren’t but you don’t have to.” 

Tears started to collect in your eyes and tried to fight them off. You hated crying. Especially in front of Dick but at this point you didn’t think you could stop it. Then he pulled you into a hug you definitely couldn’t. You let him pull you into his arms and you hugged him back. In the past three days, you hadn’t let yourself feel anything. You’d barely let yourself think about but now you sobbed into Dicks shoulder. 

“I hate feeling like this, if I stop for a second all I can see is her face.” You’d slipped out of the chair and onto the floor next to him. “She died and I couldn't save her.” you leaned back enough to look at him. “How do you do it?”

“It’s part of the job. We can’t save everyone, we can’t keep going forever, not alone.” He cupped your face and wiped a

way the tears on your cheeks. “But you’re not alone. You have me, and I'm pretty great.”

That made you laugh. For a second you just sat there looking at him, and then, you pulled him in and kissed him.

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last night i was sick so i listened to sad music and wrote 700 hundred word drabble for no reason... set to release at 8 :)

(p.s. reply here if you wanna be tagging. it’s short, it’s sad, i’d say it’s pretty good)

Pairing: Tim Drake x nb!reader (it’s not super romance heavy but I might do a part two)

Prompts: n/a this is purely self indulgent

Summary: sometimes life gives you lemons and sometimes life tells you your best friend and the guy you hate are the same person, your not sure what’s worse

Warnings: n/a

A/n: is this canon compliant? no. does it make much sense? not really. do I like and did I have fun writing it? absolutely. read at your own risk Masterlist also this should be totally nb but if you see anything that’s gender solid please let me know so I can fix it

Word count: 2k it got to long but there’s plenty of material for a second part (wink wink nudge nudge)

Secrets Spilled

Rich people suck. More specifically, rich teenagers suck. You should know, you go to school with one. Tim Drake, the pride and joy of Gotham Academy and the adopted son of Bruce Wayne. Was he actually adopted? You didn’t remember but that didn’t matter. Mr. Wayne has a habit of picking up strays almost as bad as Batman and Tim Drake was lucky enough to end up under his umbrella of wealth.

You had 3 classes with Tim Drake. He was smart and most of the teachers liked him well enough, in fact most of the school liked him. You however hated him. Sure he was cute and he seemed nice enough and you couldn’t quite put your finger on it but something about him was just off. Like he had some big secret or something.

No one at school seemed to agree with you on that. They all thought he was a perfect angel so you stopped trying to convince them of your anti-drake agenda a long time ago. Thankfully you had one person in your life who always listened to your rants.

“He sounds like a douchebag,” Red Robin said, sitting cross legged on your bed with an ice pack against his lip. Through some minor computer shenanigans, aka illegal hacking (nothing to bad), you had met and become close friends with none other than Red Robin.

It was a mutually beneficial friendship. For him it was an apartment almost exactly halfway between safe houses so on nights like tonight when he was a little bloody and bruised he’d stop by and you’d help patch him up. For you it was a captivated audience for your late night rants.

“Oh he totally is! Thank you for that, no one ever agrees with me,” You rolled your eyes thinking about how many times you’d heard people gush about the billionaire brat. You sat down across from him and opened the first aid kit you’d just dug out from under your bed.

You were too busy rifling through the various bandages and ointments to notice your vigilante friend desperately trying to hide his smirk. “Yeah no problem,”

“He’s way smart too, which is super annoying.” You found the healing gel you were looking for. “I swear he’s hiding something, he must be like an alien or a robot or-” You looked up to see a laugh-suppressing-grin on the heros face, “Don’t laugh, I'm serious! This guy is a pain and just because he’s hot people let it slide!”

Red's face went completely serious and you could’ve sworn you saw his cheeks tint pink underneath his domino mask but then again his left side had a sizable cut on it so you really couldn’t tell. “You- you think he’s hot?”

“That is so not the point I'm trying to make!” You rolled your eyes and dabbed a bit of gel on the cut. “But yeah, his looks are like, his only redeeming quality.” Once you had laid a thin layer against the cut you used some butterfly bandages to hold it closed. It was exactly pretty but it would heal well, and the gel would make it nothing but a small scar in a week or so. “You know, you kinda look like him. Is that what you're hiding?” You used this opportunity to tap the bottom edge of the mask, resisting the urge to just take it off right then. “Rugged good looks and a billionaire smile.”

“Oh ha ha,” He retorted sarcastically, lightly moving your hand away from the fabric. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t dying to know his identity. It’s not that he didn’t want to tell you, it’s just that he’d heard you complain about his alter ego enough times to worry about your reaction, plus the whole ‘your-life-would-be-in-constant-danger-if-you-knew’ thing. Lately he’d found himself going out of his way to end up knocking on your window and he didn’t want what you had to change.

“You're no fun.” You huffed, hoping off the bed stashing the first-aid kit once again. You heard a small buzz and knew that Red had gotten an alert.

He stood up, and listen for a second. You could only guess he was getting instructions via earpiece. “Got it, I’m on my way.” He called over coms before turning back to you with an apologetic look.

You spoke before he could get an apology out. “Let me guess, some goon’s breaking open an ATM and everyone else is busy?”

“Pretty much yeah,” He ducked under your windowsill onto your fire escape. “Thanks for the help. I don’t know where I'd be without you.”

“Probably at that robbery already,” You gently shoved him the rest of the way through the window and bid him farewell. You watched him grapple off into the dim moonlight before getting back into your bed. Over the past few weeks you’d started staying up later just in case a certain someone happened by, this of course made that full 8 hours a little harder to come by. You didn’t really care though, a little less sleep for a little more time with him seemed like a fair trade.

The next morning finally came and you weren’t exactly pleased to hear the familiar beeping of your alarm clock. Still you forced yourself out of bed, pulled your uniform on and got your stuff together before heading out the door to another day at Gotham Academy.

You didn’t have any classes with Tim on Friday’s but you usually saw him passing you in the hall or at lunch. Today was different. One might even say he was avoiding you, but why. You saw a glimpse of him quickly heading away from you before second period, and at lunch you got a great view of the back of his head for about 30 seconds before he ducked out to go who knows where. Sure, you weren’t exactly friends but today it seemed he’d gone completely out of his way to make sure you didn’t see him. And it was pretty successful, at least until you literally collided with him.

School had let out and you had almost left the building before you remembered you’d left something behind, on your way back to your locker you turned a corner without caution and slammed into him at full force. It was a classic early 2000s movie scene, papers and books flying and strewn across the floor, both parties crouching down to collect up their scattered items and inevitably accidentally grabbing the wrong paper or two.

“Ah sorry, i’m so sorry I didn’t see-” That’s when you actually saw who it was you’d bumped into. “Tim?” You handed him the printed out english paper that definitely wasn’t yours.

“Sorry, I should have been watching where I was going.” He apologized as you both stood up and placed your papers in your respective books bags. Something about him was even more off then usual. He wouldn’t even meet your eyes, in fact he kept his gaze firmly to his left. Maybe he’d somehow heard you complain about him and now he wanted nothing to do with you. Maybe you’d messed it all up.

You were about to awkwardly say bye and shuffle off when a locker a little ways away from you slammed shut, startling you both and causing Tim to finally look to his right.

“Whoa what happened to your face?” You asked leaning in slightly to see the hefty gash that had been carefully held together with butterfly bandages. “That looks just like,” It clicked. “hOLY-”

“SHHH!” Tim acted fast, he clapped a hand over your mouth, effectively putting your mind shattering realization on silent and rushed the both of you into a thankfully unlocked maintenance closet nearby.

Suddenly a bajillion pieces were falling into place in your mind. Tim cursed. “God, if you know now what I think you know you’re gonna have a lot of questions. So I'm gonna move my hand but you have to be quiet about it. Ok?” He spoke softly and full of concern. After all, he may have just caused a massive overload in your brain. Your kind of enemy and your closest confidant were the same damn person, who knows what that could do to someone’s psyche.

You nodded profusely, still unable to even conjure a sound. Slowly Tim lifted his hand away from your mouth and watched you closely. You didn’t say anything for a beat, you just stared back at him and then, “What the actual fuck! You’re him and he’s- which means- I mean all this time- and… what?!?”

“Umm yeah?” In all honesty this was going better than Tim had imagined it would. Whenever he’d envisioned you finding out it usually started with you cursing him out and ended with you never talking to him again, but now here he was. You hadn’t cursed him out exactly and you were kind of still talking to him so overall, better than expected. “I wanted to tell you ages ago I swear. I just know how you feel about… well me,” He gestured down to his civilian attire. “and I wasn’t sure how you’d react.”

“All this time,” You were still definitely in shock. “All this time you were him and he was you! And you never told me! I talked about you to you! I called you hot!”

“Oh yeah, thanks by the way.” A shit eating grin had made its way onto his face and you were not pleased.

“Oh fuck off!” You sunk down to sit on a little step stool that happened to be in the closet. “I can’t believe I was so dumb. I mean how did I not see it sooner!”

Tim crouched down in front of you. “To be fair, we put a lot of effort into keeping our secrets.”

“We? Wait a second! If you’re Red Robin, that makes Batman-”

“Yup.”

“And Nightwing-”

“Oh yeah.”

“So Robin is-”

“A total pain in the ass. But yeah, it’s Damian.”

“Holy shit!”

Tim finally let himself laugh a bit at your reaction. You were smart and he knew that, there had been a few times over the past few weeks when he thought you might put it all together and he’d gone out of his way to cover it up. Including (but not limited to) a leaked story to the tabloids about a Tim-Drake-kidnapping-attempt that was thwarted by the one and only Red Robin.

While the tabloids weren’t the most believable sources it had planted a seed in your brain that Red Robin and Tim Drake were in the same place at the same time. Of course thanks to that cut on his cheek he wouldn’t need to lie to you anymore.

“Don’t laugh! I can’t believe I didn’t see this months ago. I mean your stupid mask doesn't even cover that much!” You exclaimed, throwing your arms in the air to emphasize your point.

Tim lightly grabbed your arms and brought them back down. “Ok ok, i’m serious but you seriously need to calm down.” He still had a massive grin on his face.

“I am calm!” You defended. “I mean considering. Wait, how did this start? Did you have to train long? When did you find out who Batman was? Is he really a Vampire?” You rattled off questions a mile a minute, finally the shock and slight annoyance had given way to pure curiosity.

Tim looked around the small maintenance room, contemplating a really bad idea. “I can’t explain anything else here, but if you want I can take you to the Batcave? I mean you’ve already guessed most of the secrets and even if I don't tell you the rest you’ll probably figure it out anyway.”

a/n: I broke 2k and couldn’t figure out a satisfying ending so I just called it here but if y’all show this one some love i’ll do a part too (guest appearances and everything)

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This story was made by @tomatosamla and @le-green-lion and inspired by that one Oogway quote and the villain from spy kids 4 because why the fuck not

Summary: The Teen Titans of the future are sucked into the past where they run into their parents and must work together to get back to their own time

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: cursing, time travel, speedsters (they deserve their own warning)

Gifts

Chapter One: A Twist in Time

Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift! That is why it is called present.

-Oogway

The day was as clear as Gotham could be. Batman and the Teen Titans were battling the villain known as Tick Tock, another Arkham wannabe that was kinda powerful in his own right, he was able to slow down time which definitely gave him advantage over the team, thankfully the speedster was able to do more damage than the rest (thank you superspeed).

"Damnit," Andromeda Kent cursed as time slowed once again. "I can't land any hits on this guy!"

"Just keep trying," Thomas Wayne shouted back. "He can't keep this up forever so we just need to outlast him! Kid Flash, go right!" He threw an exploding batarang at the villain and it moved in slow motion, drifting towards Pamela West who used her Super speed to give it an extra boost. Even with her help Tick Tock still had time to casually side step and avoid getting hit, luckily Nobody had planned for this and the batarang exploded next to the villains head.

He was thrown off balance and the effect of his powers disappeared giving Jaiden Pham a chance to use their powers. With the Green Lantern ring they tied up Tick tock so he couldn't slow the time. The Teen Titans walked over to him cautiously and Pam spoke up.

"Haha we stopped you! You really thought you'd get away with it butcha didn't cause we're here! The Teen Titans can stop anyone who threatens the innocent!" she rambled in true speedster fashion.

The villain laughed. "Do you really think you've defeated me? I'm offended. You must think of me as any old cheap bad guy without a backup plan. Well children, that was your first mistake." A swirling light came out of the ground underneath him, it stretched and began sucking things in. The heros were taken by surprise and none of them had time to react before they were sucked into the void.

Batman was the only person left on the road.

"KIDS!" screamed Damian as he saw his children fall into the portal, he reached out to grab them but they were already gone.

The Titans landed in a hard surface face first, Caipora was the first one to react, she tried attacking Tick Tock but he once again used his powers, she was able to land a hit thanks to her super abilities. Thomas once again began giving orders, until he saw his brother.

"Orphan! What the fuck are you doing here?!"

"I don't know. I was collecting intel and then I landed here!" he replied.

"Watch out!" screamed a guy in the... Robin costume?

"What the he-" said Kai, right before being pushed aside by none other than the Yara Flor herself, but she was younger...?

Tick Tock tried using his tricks once again, this time accelerating time (which none of them had seen before) in order to send Pam flying with too much speed for anyone's liking, Jai West was able to catch her in time.

"What is going on?" this time spoke Minh, Damian was... confused to say the very least, why was this kid dressed as him? Were these teenagers cosplaying or playing dress up? Those costumes looked like real hero stuff, so what the hell was going on?

Andromeda launched herself towards Tick Tock once more, the villain accelerated time again and Superboy came to catch her as the time warper slowed time once more. Damian started barking orders to all the heroes, he figured the abilities of those weird teenagers just by observing, maybe they would serve a purpose. Together the two teams tied Tick Tock once again, Damian touched his communicator in order to contact the batfam and take this dangerous villain to Arkham, in the meantime, they needed to talk.

Tick Tock laughed at their attempts to catch him before slowing time so much that they could barely move. "As fun as this is, I really must be going. I'm sure I'll see you all later." And with that he disappeared behind a corner leaving two generations of Titans behind, and one of those generations stranded.

Once the villain was far enough away his powers wore off and everyone was released from the time trap. Damian, kind of frustrated, went over to someone who was dressed like Nobody, first as he assumed that was the leader.

"Do you know that guy?"

"Yeah, an Arkham villain, before today we didn't think much of him, but now... I don't know."

"I don't know any Arkham villain with those abilities."

"Seriously? He's one of the popular ones."

Damian looked at him with just a brow raised, not much else in his face, Thomas eyes widened, he looked around and saw every other hero there, his sister gave him a confused look as he began to kinda panic.

"You're R-r-obin... the fifth Robin."

Damian moved his head in surprise, the other Titans started to figure out as well and they also started to panic.

"Yes, who are you?"

He didn't know if he should tell him, Thomas looked at his teammates and all of them nodded their heads, he took his mask off, Damian formulated a theory before the guy talked (they looked way too similar to him to be a coincidence), boy was his theory wrong.

"I'm your son."

Everyone of the present Titans froze at that, "What?"

"My name is Thomas Wayne, this is my brother-" he said signaling for his siblings to come over, "Jackson Wayne, and my sister... Minh Wayne." Damian was in shock, he kinda believed him because the similarities are way too many to ignore, still, he wouldn't totally believe them until he made some DNA tests.

Andromeda went over to Jon and Yara, "Mom... Dad-" she said, hugging them, they reacted kinda late, Jon totally believed her right that instant and hugged her back, Yara on the other hand wasn't quite sure.

Pam on the other, other hand didn't make any sentimentalism shit and just launched herself to her father, Jai didn't react right away, it took him a moment to process.

The Pham kids firstly went to Lian and then, smiling, Kai signaled his dad to come join them in the not so comfortable hug, Tai was shook, and drama completely ensued, because... well... he was not dating Lian... he was dating Mar'i.

"Wait a second, you're saying that you guys," Lian motioned towards the future Titans. "Are our," she pointed back at her team. "Kids? More specifically me and Tai have... kids?" She was definitely in shock as she looked over at Tai.

Mar'i stepped forward and spoke up. "That can't be right. I mean I'm dating Tai but if you guys are supposed to be their kids then," She paused as if trying to figure out how to word the question. "Then what happens to me?"

"YOU GUYS DATED?!?" Pam exclaimed before anyone else could say anything. "You never told me that!"

"KF, now's not the time." Thomas jumped in, he realized how confusing the situation was and he wasn't too sure what happened either but he did know they'd be better off talking about it somewhere more secure. He turned to Damian who still looked sceptical about everything. "You probably don't believe us and won't want to take us back to your base so why don't we head to a safe house. Is the one on Schapp avenue up yet?"

"We don't have any safe houses on Schapp avenue but I do know of a place nearby." He glanced at Jon, his eyes told the super to be alert. The Future Titans looked, acted, and had powers awfully similar to the Teen Titans but who's to say they weren't just trying to trick them. "It's on the corner of Camron and Murphy, are you familiar with that area?"

"Upper west side right?" Minh asked. "We know it but where we're from it's called the West River district."

"Interesting," Damian muttered. He looked around at the future Titans again before turning towards his bike. "Let's all meet there." With that he sped off, the Teen Titans followed shortly after most of them having some form of fast power. The Future Titans were left standing on the corner.

"Listen team, I don't know what's happening but we're clearly in the past and I don't think telling them everything about the future is the best idea." Thomas said in his signature Batman authority voice. "If they know what'll happen to them they might try to prevent some things and that won't go over well for anyone so be careful about what you say. Especially you KF."

"What? Why are you targeting me?" She asked with exaggerated offense.

"Because out of everyone on this team you're the most likely to tell them about some crazy important event that they definitely shouldn't know about," Jaiden laughed, pointing out how bad Pam was at keeping secrets.

She smacked their arm lightly. "That is so not fair."

"Also, Kai, I know you didn't do it on purpose but... come on man" Thomas continued.

"Everyone was doing it!"

"So they DID date, why didn't anyone tell m-"

"Just!" interrupted Jackson "let's get this over with, we will meet them there and then we will find a way to go back to our time and also to capture Tick Tock."

Andromeda interjected, "or... we can capture Tick Tock and wait for our parents to come for us."

"Either way, we should get going, knowing my dad he called grandpa Bruce to bring some DNA tests and uncle Tim will be there too, and knowing them they will bring the whole family and uncle Dick will be very impatient." said the team leader with his siblings nodding every word he said.

"In that case, wouldn't all of our families be called?" Asked Pam.

"I don't know, probably not." answered Jaiden.

Thomas and Jackson were carried there by Andy, because super strength, Kai was carried by Jaiden, because ring, and Mihn was carried by Pam, because speed. Maybe some drama would ensue, but they were sure of something, everything would work out.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS THIS?!"

"I don't remember uncle Jason ever being this strong worded with his kids, or us for that matter." said Mihn in a whisper to Kai who just nodded in shock.

"Little Wing, just... don't." Dick put a hand up before anything else could be said or done. "Ok, so... ummm, jeez, how do we start this?"

May we clarify that this conversation took place right after the DNA results returned, and they CONFIRMED that those kids were the Titans kids. Bruce went into shock, with Selina trying to calm him down (the main word being trying), Tim and Dick were surprised but said nothing, Jason... we already know, Clark was already playing with Jon and Andromeda, Roy almost fainted, Kori also started playing with Pam, and overall it was a very quiet moment for everyone... surprisingly.

"Soooo... who is your mom?" asked an Irey full of curiosity to her niece.

"Oh, she's-"

"Nope nope nope nope nope, you won't do that, nope." interrupted Jaiden.

Pam whined "But whyyyy?"

Andromeda puts a hand on her shoulder and says "Because, if anything in this world screams 'Temporal mayhem' it is speedsters."

"Ugh Andyyyy, that's no fun." Pam slumped.

"All right" says Irey, Andy lowers her hand and the next thing anyone knows is that Pam is almost on top of Irey screaming out loud "HER NAME IS RENATA AND SHE'S A CIVIL- ow, what was that for?" she said holding her head after Kai had used one of his arrows on her, barely touching her but making her stop.

"Why wouldn't I?"

Thomas just shook his head in disappointment for their behavior, and Dick came to ask him something, of course he wouldn't miss a chance to tease his little brother.

"So, who's your mom?"

"I definitely won't answer that one, thank you very much."

On the other side of the safe house (in the same room, just on the other side of it) Jason aproched Jackson.

"What's your name kid?"

"Jackson...?"

"No motherfucking way, shit dude, HEY DEMON SPAWN, YOU NAMED YOUR KID AFTER REPLACEMENT?"

"Wait what?!" asked Tim before anyone could say anything.

"HIS NAME IS JACKSON!"

Mihn walked over to them, "Ummm, yeah, so?"

"You get along with Demon Spawn and you get along with Replacement, oh how great this day is."

"Jason, please stop, you're embarrassing me" complained Drake while Damian was giving them all his best ew face, Dick was kinda giving them a little smile, Jason was laughing his ass off and Bruce had a face that spelled regret for having so many children.

"Yeah, and my second name is Peter." Everyone froze at that, everything was silent until Dick, Tim and Damian, all at the same time started hysterically laughing

The comedian.

I had a lot more planned for this but the platform I was using kept crashing. Please enjoy and comments are appreciated. Y/n is a journalist who investigates criminals.

Y/n swore he'd leave Gotham one day. Move back to his no name town and leave his journaling career behind. Whether he'd make it back alive was a whole different story. He left work after dark, being behind on a group project. He was required to meet the deadline on time. His boss made it clear that if he failed to do so, it would cost him his job. One y/n couldn't afford to lose. Bidding the janitor farewell as he left. Dreading the walk back to his apartment. The air cold and unwelcoming. It was a short walk but Gotham's reputation wasn't for nothing. It was dangerous even in the day time. And if the wealthiest family in Gotham could be murdered in a back alley, it could be anyone. He kept his head down, hands in his pockets. Avoiding the large groups of men gathering in the street. Whatever they were doing was non of his business. Making his way through the safest route to home. A dingy, poorly lit back alley reeking of piss and week old trash. Quickly dodging the smelly puddles and broken glass, noting the foot steps following him.

Y/n was sweating up a storm knowing he wasn't far from his apartment. He could run but anyone knowing where he lived would invite even more trouble. Taking a deep breath turning to face whoever was following him. His courage died at the sight. He was met with a tall imposing man. His broad shoulders and thick arms showcasing his strong muscles. Black hair greasy and unwashed. But he definitely wasn't the common junkie y/n was used to seeing. The sinking feeling in the pit of Y/n's stomach only grew when the man didn't immediately demand his wallet or even his watch. This wasn't a random mugging. Y/n took a step back, his legs felt like jelly. The stranger rasped out a rough chuckle. The click of the man's pocket knife had y/n turning on his heel and into a dead sprint. It wasn't his first rodeo. He had spent too much of his time running for his life in this awful city. But this was the first time someone targeted him specifically. His wallet yes but never his life. Scrabbling around the corner and towards the front of his apartment complex. The man slid and slammed into a abandoned trash can. He recovered too quickly for y/n comfort but it gave him enough time to book it up the small set of stairs. Y/n ripped the door key from his coat pocket and blindly jammed it into the door.

Looking back at the man who was charging full speed at him. A yelp of fear leaped from his throat as he yanked his key free from the now open door and shot inside. Slamming the door closed behind him the second humanly possible. The automatic lock saving his life. Having no time to relax as a loud bang rang through the quiet building as his attacker slammed against the door. "You can hide in there forever! I'll be waiting! Do you hear me, you crossed the wrong man this time!" Y/n slid down the door frozen in fear as he listened. Panting from sprint. Nausea suddenly hit him like a train holding onto his own knees for dear life waiting for it to pass. A sudden thump near the stairs could have scared him to death if his heart was any weaker. Seeing his floor mate standing by the stairs, a wooden bat clutched tightly in his hand. His brows knitted together and a frown etched into his face. The worried look in his eyes pulled at y/n's heart stings. He would have thought Jack was angry with him if he didn't know any better. He must've woken the poor man slamming the door. His dark brown hair that y/n was used to seeing combed and styled laid flat from sleep. His bangs grown out from the lack of maintenance were brushed away from his face. Dark circles under his eyes induced by stress were exaggerated by his warm green eyes. Neither of them said a word simply waiting. Y/n was the first to interrupt the silence. Rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry about that, I'll be quieter next time." Jack gave him a bewildered look. They had been floor mates for sometime. Though they had never really spoken much besides a greeting in the halls when they passed each other and light conversation in the lobby y/n had developed a childish crush on the man. The straight, married man with a baby on the way. After another moment of silence Jack finally spoke. His curiosity laced with worry. "What was that about?" A simple question but one y/n couldn't answer. Replaying the whole thing over in his head

trying to make sense of it. With heavy sigh he shook his head. "I was just attacked by a man welding a knife." Laughing nervously trying to avoid the gravity of the whole situation. Jack tensed up upon hearing the news. The souring company was enough to get y/n moving. Peeling himself off the floor brushing past Jack with a quiet good night and went straight into his apartment. Tossing his shoes in a corner and flopping onto his uncomfortable bed. Going straight to sleep. Jack followed him up the stairs the bat held loosely in his non dominant hand. Y/n's shoulders slumped and and his head low as he slipped soundlessly into his apartment. Jack stood staring at the door longer then he'd like to admit. He blew his chance to speak with y/n again.

But given the circumstance he doubted much would come from his effort anyways. Jack ran his hand through his hair for the hundredth time that night. He had been going over a overwhelming amount of unpaid bills. His career as comedian was failing miserably. He was struggling with booking but that wasn't the problem, no one laughed. Not once. He needed to find some way to make ends meat. Regardless of how. The following week was quite for Y/n. He would go to work, rush home, eat dinner alone, and sleep. The endless cycle of his life. It wasn't until Saturday when Y/n had come home late again did that change. No sooner did Y/n pop his leftover chicken fried rice in the microwave was there someone knocking on his door. Turning his head towards the noise he face scrunched in confusion. He had no plans and no friends. Who was knocking on his door?

Glancing lovingly at his food before heading for the door. Dodging the squeaky floor boards as he went. Looking through the peephole. And to his surprise and horror it was Jack and he was bleeding. Quickly unlocking multiple locks on his door before swinging it open. As confused as Y/n was he could just leave him to deal with whatever happened by himself. "Go to the bathroom and wait for me." Y/n pointed to his bathroom next to his bedroom. His voice calm but firm. And that's exactly what Jack did. His hands holding his nose as blood seeped through his fingers. Y/n hastily walk into his kitchen grabbing the pair of scissors off the microwave along with a couple soft wash cloths a drawer. With limited space he had to get a bit creative with storage. In the bathroom he saw Jack sitting on his toilet lid looking at the floor.

Turning the sink on hot as he began his inspecting Jack's wounds waiting for the water to heat up. Open cuts and bruising on both his knuckle. A solid bruise on his left cheek and a nasty cut across the bridge of his nose. Y/n grabbed his med kit from under the sink. Checking the water temp before dropping the plug in sink leaving him with a basin of water to work with. Y/n turned to look at Jack meeting his eyes. Taking note of how red they were. Thankfully the wound on his nose had stopped bleeding. Leaving behind a clean cut that would no doubt scar. Nodding to himself as he opened his med kit. He might be a little rusty but he could handle this. First applying the hand sanitizer to prevent cross contamination. Submerging one of the cloths in the sink then ringing the excess "I'm going to be as gentle as I can but this is going to hurt. Hold onto something okay."

He soften his voice trying to be comforting. Jack nodded in return bracing himself. Y/n held onto Jack's jaw to prevent him from moving as he cleaned the blood from his face. Careful around the open wound on his nose. The blood cleaned from his face Y/n noticed how red and warm Jack's cheeks had become. He hoped that it wasn't a fever. Setting the now stained red cloth down, replacing it with the clean one. Soaking up the lukewarm water ringing out the excess. He turned back to his floor mate, knowing the worst part was next. Cleaning the actual cut. "Jack, I need you to close your eyes for me okay. I'll be quick." He listened without question and closed his eyes. But the secoed the cloth made contact with his skin one of Jack's hands shot out grabbing a hold of his hip. The feeling of his thin fingers holding onto him

was kinda cute if he was honest. He was quick to lessen how much he had to irritate the wound. Applying some antiseptic balm to the wound before cutting some self adhering bandage to size. Carefully placing it on the wound. Jack's grip tighten during the bandaging process. "All done." He couldn't help but frown. He felt horrible for causing him more pain.

"I'm going to wash your knuckles and then you can go get changed." Jack answer with a simple okay. Admittedly a little breathless. Y/n let the water out of the sink before flip on the water back on. Grabbing Jack's hands holding them under the lukewarm water washing the blood and grime down the drain. Apologizing for any pain or discomfort was feeling. Applying the balm to his knuckles before grabbing a roll of gauze. Wrapping it around slowly, making sure it wasn't too tight as he went. Trying to ignore the way Jack was looking him. Tying off the last hand with a relieved sigh. It had taken a hour but he was finished. Y/n guided him out of the bathroom and into his bedroom.

Leaving him standing by the bed as he walked to his dresser. Fishing through his shirt until he found one that looked like it would fit. They may share almost identical height Jack was much thinner. The lack of nutrients and proper care was obvious. Grabbing a cream long sleeve and black sweats that hadn't fit in years. Turning to see Jack inspecting his room. It wasn't much to look at really. A stiff mattress and half eaten dresser, small end table and a window that didn't open with a old sheet tacked over it to block out the sun. But it was something. "It's not much but if you're comfortable with it, you can wear these and I'll wash the ones you're wearing." Y/n place the clothes on the bed and walked out. On the hunt for some pain medication.

Jack watched him leave before looking at the clothes. His face still on fire from his own embarrassment. His heart still racing from the bathroom. The gentleness, the feeling of his hands on his skin, the warmth they left behind. Brushing away his thoughts before they had a chance to spiral. He began talking off his shoes sitting them in the same corner as the other ones before talking off his blooded clothes and dressing in the fresh ones. They smelt like Y/n and were decently baggy. But they were comfortable. And after the night he had that's all he could ask for. A knock on the door frame announced y/n's return who was holding up a bottle of ibuprofen and a glass of water. "If you want to, you can stay and watch some TV. Jack stood speechless for a moment. Y/n's smile faded a bit worried he might have overstepped. He quickly added "You don't have to of course." Jack picked up his dirty clothes off the floor before answering. " I'd love to."

Don't forget to drink water and eat something.