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Bed Save

Pairing: Bruce x F!Reader x Toddler!Damian

Summary: Damian waddles into his parents and climbs onto their bed. He tries to wake up Bruce as he stands up. He slips and was about to fall onto the ground but gets saved as Bruce catches him by the foot. Damian then wants to do it again as he sits in his father’s lap

Damian waddles into his parents room to see them still asleep. Bruce has his arm slumped against your waist. Damian grips onto the sheets before heaving himself up and lies on his stomach. He crawls towards his father before poking him. "Papa." Time to shake Bruce. "Papa."

Damian looks over to his mother shifting to lay on your side towards him and Bruce. "Papa." Damian stands up to start moving his arms and legs a bit. He loses his footing and slips off the bed.

Before he could hit the ground, something wraps around his ankle, making him hang above the ground. He gets pulled up back onto the bed with Alfred walking in with a tray. "Mister Wayne, it's time to-"

"I'm awake." Bruce cuts him off with his wife waking up and Damian in his lap. "Again! Papa, again!" Alfred nods before he puts the tray down and leaving the room. "Did Damian come in again?" you shift your head to look at your husband. "Yeah."

"Did he almost fall off the bed again?"

"Yeah." Damian crawls out of Bruce's lap and lays down in front of you. "Hi, Mama." He says before crawling under the covers and snuggling into her body. "Hi, Damian." you says back before closing your eyes. "Do I get to go back to sleep?" Bruce looks down at his wife and son. "No. You have work to do." you answer before falling back asleep completely.

Sunset Tower

Pairing: Jason x GN!Reader x BestFriend!Dick

Summary: You meet Jason and Dick on the roof of their favourite tower to watch the sunset

The door closes behind you once on the roof to see Jason leaning against the wall with Dick sitting on it, facing the city. "Hey, Jaybird. Hey, Dick." Both of them turn their heads to look at you, greeting you back.

"Why are you still in your suit?" Dick asks. You push myself onto the ledge next to Jason. "Why are you still wearing yours?"

"Touché." 

Jason walks towards you and stands in between my legs with his back towards you.

You look out at the city whilst playing with Jason's hair. "We ordered some food." Dick breaks the small silence. "This is why I love you." you smile at Dick. Jason turns his head towards you, a deadpan look on his face. "As a best friend, you know this." You kiss his cheek. "Good." A smile appears on his face as he turns back around. "I saw you smile, Jay." You look back at the city. He feels your  legs being wrapped around his waist.

Shuffles come from the side of you before something leans against your head. Raven black hair appears in the corner of your eye. You lean you head against Dick's head. Removing your hands from Jason's hair, you loosely drape them over his shoulders.

"You better have gotten my favourite drink as well." you comment, making them chuckle. "We did, don't worry." Jason turns around to look at me with Dick getting his head off me. "Good. If you didn't, I would've killed you myself."

Late Night Mission Dinners

Pairing: Jason x M!Reader

Summary: Jason calls you after he does a mission and sees what you want for a late dinner. You two do this every time one of you goes out on missions and comes back late

Jason fishes his phone out of his leather jacket. He props a foot up on one of the unconscious men on the ground. He clicks on your contact; ‘Redbaby’.

“Hey, Jaybird. Finished the mission already?” your voice comes through after the first few rings. “Yeah, police are on their way. I was thinking that I’ll get us some food since I know that you also haven’t eaten.” He knows that your cheeks are now tinted pink. “I’ll see you soon. Love you.”

"Love you, too, Jay.”

Ending the call, Jason slips his phone away in his pocket as he sits himself on his bike, his helmet now on his head, and off he goes to the 24/7 opened resturant.

Once the food is ordered and is ready moments later, the bags get stuffed in the ones that are strapped on the bike alreadly.

He gets off his bike once he’s finally back at the mansion. He started to strip his clothes on the way to his shared room, the food still in his hand.

Opening the door, he sees you sitting at your desk, tapping away at a screen in front of you.

You feel him behind you as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “What are you working on?” he mumbled against you.

“Something for Bruce.”

Jason nudges you, signalling for you to stand up so he can sit where you were sitting to pull you back and sit in his lap.

The food is on a clear area on the desk, the two eating as Jason watches you. “What time is it?” he asked after he was finished and with his head against your neck.

“Something past one. Did you get hurt bad?”

“Little bit. Got some bruises, nothing major.” He nuzzles his face more into your neck. He feels you raise an arm and rest a hand in his strands, just leaving it to rest there. “Love you, baby.”

“Love you, too, Jay.”

No!

Pairing: Jason x F!Reader

Summary: Jason has a nightmare about you having his death from the Joker and you comfort him

Jason’s body thrashes around in the body, the movements immediately waking you up. He keeps saying your name and ‘no’. "Jay." You lean on her elbow to be on your side. "No! Don't hurt her! (Y/N)? No!" Jason jolts up in bed, looking around to see he's in his room. He sees you sitting up next to him. "You've been having nightmares again." you says softly. Tears blur his vision, remembering what he dreamed about.

Well, he remembered what he had a nightmare about.

Your hand runs through his hair. You uses your other to wipe his fallen tears. You lean back with your head resting back on your pillow and motions for him to lay back down.

Jason rests his head on your chest with one of your hands at the back of his head and the other resting on his cheek. "Want me to tell me about?" you ask quietly. He nods, not saying anything until a couple seconds later.

Jason wakes up to his hands being tied above his head. He takes in his surrounds of a warehouse. His eyes stop to someone being tied to a chair in front of him. He notices that it's you. "No. (Y/N)." He tries to wake you up. You slowly open your eyes, slowly lifting your head to show a bruised eye, blood trailing on the left side of your face and a cut lip.

"Jay?" you move around to have the chains rattle around. You glance down to see your body strapped to the chair. You try to get out by moving around again. 

A maniac chuckle comes out of the shadows.

The couple move their eyes over to see where it's coming from to see Joker walking out. "Déjà vu, right, Red Hood?" Jason notices a crowbar in Joker's hand. "No! Don't hurt her!" Jason struggles against the rope.

Joker walks towards you and takes you out of the chair after taking the bindings off. He then throws you onto the ground. 

Kicks and punches land on your body. He watches you go onto your hands and knees, coughed blood coming out of your mouth. He swings the crowbar at your stomach, sides and back. You scream in pain. Tears fall down yours and Jason's faces.

Joker stops and walks off, leaving the bloodied crowbar on the ground next to a motionless you. Jason gets free from the rope so he runs towards you and falls onto his knees. He turns you onto her back to see a bruised and bloodied face of his girlfriend. "(Y/N)?" He whispers, looking at your blank, lifeless eyes. "(Y/N)?" He leans his head against your chest. His body shaking with sobs. "No!"

Settle

Pairing: Jason x F!Reader x Baby!Damian

Summary: Jason wakes up to Damian. You’re about to get him but Jason insists and takes care of his baby brother

Little Damian’s cries and screams wakes you and Jason up at the hour of 2 in the morning.

You were about to slip out of bed, but Jason wraps his arms around your waist to pull you back into bed. “I got him, girly.” He pecks your lips.

It’s become a daily thing for you and Jason. Whenever Damian’s crying, one of you go to him. If he continues crying, then he’d probably want the other who didn’t come.

Bruce had passed away from being badly injured on a mission, so you and Jason stepped up to be Damian’s guardians.

Damian stands in his cot, his hands gripping the rails. His cheeks are pink and wet. “What’s wrong, baby brother?” Jason picks the toddler up, along with the dummie. It gets placed in Damian’s mouth.

Damian presses his cheek against Jason’s shoulder and his small hand gripping  his older brother’s collar.

“Open the door.” you heard Jason’s voice on the other side of the door. It opens to have Damian’s small face peep through before the whole thing opens to show the two.

“I guess he wanted his big brother.”

“I guess he did.” Jason agreed, moving to be on his side of the bed. He lays Damian on his chest, but the little Wayne doesn’t like that, so he stands in the small space between you and Jason to waddle to you.

You chuckle in awe at him as he puts his small hands on your stomach before heaving his body on yours and resting his head on your chest. Your finger drawing random patterns has him fall back asleep.

If it works on his older brother, then it works on this baby.

"He’s adorable.” you comment.

“When he’s not screaming.” Jason adds, lying on his side and his head against your shoulder. His comment makes you laugh sarcastically. “Just go to sleep.”

Catch?

Pairing: Conner x GN!Reader

Summary: You and Conner are out on their farm. You’re doing chores as Conner tries to get you to play catch. He throws the ball at you and you catch it and gives him your attention

A/N: you are also Kryptonian

Conner sits down at the bottom of the windmill whilst throwing and catching a ball in hand as he sees his partner hang out the washing. "I can feel you staring." you comment, not even bothered to turn around. "Good. It shows that I can't take my eyes off my beautiful partner."

"Shut up." you continues to hang up the washing. Conner then decides to throw the ball towards you. You catch it as it's next to your head. You slowly turn your body around to look at your boyfriend.

He chuckles nervously and gets up from the windmill. He points towards your shared farmhouse before stuffing his hands in his pockets and walking off. You fly up and land back down in front of Conner.

"Uh, catch?" He asks with a nervous smile. "Do you want to play since you have my attention?" you throw and catch the ball with one hand. "No. I just wanted to get your attention." He wraps his arms around your waist and bringing you in against his body.

"Well, you have it." you lean in closer to him. "And you need to deserve it." you fly out of his arms. Conner shakes his head before flying after you. He hovers in the air and tries to find you.

Something then comes crashing into him, making them fall towards the ground. Conner twists his body around to see his partner having a smile on their face and laughs escaping. He wraps his arms around you and flies off back into the sky before you hit the ground.

Conner spins the both of you around as he starts to laugh as well. Your laughs die down once you hover in the air. Conner leans his forehead against yours with a smile on both your faces. You push him away slightly. "Catch." Conner tilts his head in confusion.

You drop yourself to the ground. Conner dives after you and catches you before you hit the ground. "Caught." He smiles cockily at you. He picks you up and lands on the ground with your legs around his waist. "Yeah, yeah. Smartass."

Eat

Pairing: Bruce x F!Reader x Toddler!Damian

Summary: Damian starts to shove crackers into Bruce’s mouth and continues to tell him to eat with yourself agreeing

Bruce sits down on a red chair in the lounge, sighing tiredly after finishing up a mission. Small footsteps and a plastic bag rustling makes him tilt his head to see his toddler son.

Damian sets the box of crackers next to his father before climbing up Bruce’s legs to settle on his lap. The toddler grabs the box as Bruce puts his hands up against Damian’s back to support him so he doesn’t fall off.

“Eat.” Damian shoves the box against Bruce’s chest. “No, Damian. They’re your crackers.” The small Wayne shoves the box again. “Eat.” He reaches into the box and pulls out a cracker, placing it on top of Bruce’s lips.

Bruce doesn’t see a way out, so he opens his mouth and accepts the cracker. Damian starts to pull out another a cracker and tells Bruce to do the same thing. “Thanks, but no thanks, Damian. I’ve already eaten.”

“Bullshit.” Both the Wayne’s turn their heads to see you leaning against one of the many door frames connected to the lounge from watching the two. “Daddy hasn’t eaten.” you walk towards the two and settles next to your husband and son.

Damian wiggles his way off of his father and settles on his mother’s lap. You wrap your arms around Damian and leans your chin against his demon onesie covered head. “He’s not the only one telling you to eat.”

“Who else is ther-?”

“Myself and Alfred. You and the other three boys don’t eat as much.”

“Because there’s cri-”

“Crime to be taken care of. I know. Now it’s either you eat these crackers or I’m going to cook you something real nasty.” you give him a stern look. “Whatever you try to cook, it turns out good.”

“You’ll sleep on the couch for a month. And we all know how real uncomfortable they are to sleep on.” Damian throws the box of crackers at his father’s chest. “Papa. Eat.”

Another box of crackers whacks the back of Bruce’s head. The three of them see Alfred standing with his arms at the sides of his body and a proud smirk on his face. “Your son is right, Mr. Wayne. Eat.”

More boxes of crackers get thrown at Bruce. “Why is there so many crackers?!”

Ropes

Pairing: Dick x GN!Reader

Summary: Dick tells you to meet him at some connected ropes looking over Gotham. You have a small moment until another crime comes along

Tilting your head up, Dick is seated up on one of the ropes. Sighing and relaxing your shoulders, your hands grip onto the rope, beginning to go up to your partner. “Out of all places, you decide to come here.”

Finally arriving at where he is, you managed to stand in between his legs, being face to face. “Why’d you bring me here?” you question, taking his mask off to see his blue eyes. “Why not?” he shrugs.

"’Cause we hardly do this.” you shrug back. “How was the mission?” you ask, feeling his hands take off your mask to see your eyes in return. He scans your face, cupping your left cheek. “You’re bleeding.” he states out, worry in his eyes.

"It’s just a small cut, nothing to worry about.” you nuzzle his hand and pressing your hand against his. 

Grabbing the rope above you, you swing your body up to stand above his, his mask now over his eyes.

You watch the lights flicker and move throughout Gotham

"I love you.” you hear Dick say. You glance at him, himself staring up at you. “I love you, too.” you smile at him.

Sirens then go off in the distance. Dick stands up, grabbing the ropes also. A side of your mouth rises in a side smirk, “Beat ya down there?” 

"Sure." He nods.

You turn my body around and fall backwards, Dick dives with his arms next to his body. You watch his raven hair fly backwards. He looks back at you flipping the same way he's going down, your hair going back as well. "Whoo!"

Hold Up

Pairing: Conner x GN!Reader

Summary: Conner reads a book as you do some gymnastics. You get his help and continues to do it

A/N: I know the one doing the splits is Tim, but imagine it’s you instead

Your hands grip the back of the couch to lift your body up to do a handstand. You fall back onto the ground to walk to the kitchen. “Want a drink?!” you call out to your boyfriend.

"Water, please!” Conner calls back.

Strolling back in the lounge, he blindly grabs the chilled bottle into his hand as in his other is a comic, which his eyes are fixed on.

Taking a quick drink, you walk to the back of the couch whilst pulling Conner’s free hand out and leaving it up. “Hold up?” Conner doesn’t leave his attention on the comic. “Hold up.” you confirmed.

Placing your right hand on his outstretched one, you heave yourself into the air, your legs standing straight. Your legs separate into the splits, your left hand stretched out for balance.

Conner move his hand in front of him to be face to face with you. “Hi.” He smiles at you, making you have a smile in return. “Hey.”

“Want take out tonight?”

“I have a feeling we’re gonna have the group here and you’re gonna ask Dick to get the food.”

"Yup.” He pops the ‘p’ as his lips press against yours.

Come Here

Pairing: Damian x GN!Reader

Summary: You come back from a mission and your body hurts all over. Damian helps you out by giving you cuddles

A/N: you and Damian are somewhere in the 20s for your ages

Your feet slowly carry your body into the Batcave. You take off your (helmet/mask). “How was the mission?” asked Bruce.

“Oh, I’m fine, thanks.” you say sarcastically. “It was fine.” Was all you needed to say.

You walk into your shared room with Damian.

“Hey, love.” you hear his voice. You look over to him sitting on the bean bag. “Hey, Dami.”

Stripping out of your suit, Damian sees the bruises starting top form on your back, some forming over your scars.

You were always insecure about your scars when you and Damian first started dating.

Damian told you to take your time around him. A few months after the two of you got together, you invited him to join you in the shower or in the bath and to relax in them. You also didn’t care about changing in front of him.

After stripping out of your suit, now only in your underwear, you take out one of Damian’s shirts and slipping it over your head and letting it rest against your body.

Hearing the words “Come here,” you shuffle into his lap and feeling his arms wrap around your hips. Your head rests against the side of his neck. “Are you okay?” he asks.

“I’m sore, stiff and tired.” 

His hands start to move and apply pressure to where you’d usually have pains on your back, mostly on your lower back.

“When did you come back from mission?” you ask.

“A few hours ago.” He feels your hands slip under his shirt to apply pressure against a wound, making him wince at the touch. “Nothing major, baby.” He presses his lips against your head, reassuring you.

He shifts his head to look at the now-formed bruises on your lower back. He gently starts to rub it. “Get some sleep. I’ll wake you up when it’s time for dinner.” You nod against his neck and pressing a small kiss to it. “Okay.”

Farming & Playing

Clark Kent x GN!Reader

You take a break from farming as you play with their dog with Clark watching from afar before joining in the fun

Taking a look outside the window to see you gardening, Clark washes the dishes. Hearing the dog bark, Bells run around with a stick in his mouth. Chuckling at the dog, Clark hears you yell the dog’s name.

Walking out with a cloth in hand to dry the wetness away, Clark stands at the bottom of the stairs to see you running around and throwing the stick away, Bells running after it to receive it.

Clark chuckles again at the dog as he waddles over to you with the stick in his mouth. Something wet then sprays onto Clark’s side. He turns his head to see you holding a hose, and Bells trying to get water in his mouth with the stick on the ground.

A cheeky smile forms on Clark’s face.

"I know that smile and I don't like it." You immediately drop the hose to run off. 

"Bad decision." Clark grabs the hose to chase after you with it, getting you clothes wet. "Clark, no! I didn't get you this many times."

"Too bad."

Clark drops the hose to wrap his arms around you waist. He flies up into the sky whilst spinning you around in his arms, yours draped over his shoulders. You then wrap your legs around his waist with his hands supporting the back of your thighs. "I wish I could fly,” you comment. 

"Why?"

"I mean, who wouldn't want to fly?" Clark shrugs. "This is nice,” you say as you takes in your surroundings. "Yeah. It is." You look at Clark looking back at you. You hit his shoulder as you chuckles. "You're cheesy."

"Only for you."

What Did I Do? - Gar x M!Reader

Summary: When Gar turns back from being a tiger, he questions what he just did

Gar’s POV I shiver at the touch of the cold bars of the cage against my back. Blood trails onto the ground and some going onto my hands and legs.

Running footsteps grab my attention. Dick, Kory and Rachel glance around the room, taking in the view of the dead people.

(Y/N) glides on his knees and stops in front of me. I nuzzle into one of his hands as he’s cupping my face. I slowly lean my head against his shoulder. “You got them, Gar.” He says softly.

“What did I do?” I glance at the bodies over his shoulder with his hands resting on my arms. “You defended yourself.” His hands go back onto my face to lift it up to meet his. “That’s what you did.” He gives me a soft look.

“T-That’s what I did.” I slowly nod. He stands up before helping me to my feet. He takes his jersey to slip my arms through the sleeves and resting the rest of it on my shoulders and back.

Dick grabs the attention of both of us. He throws (Y/N) a pair of underwear and track pants. Catching them, (Y/N) passes them to me and looks away to let me have some privacy to put them on.

After I’m done, my left arm is over (Y/N)’s shoulders with his right arm around my lower back. “Come on. Let’s go and wash that blood off you.” The team and I walk out of the building.

(Y/N) wipes away the wet blood away with a napkin. “Did you have that in your jeans’ pocket since the arcade at lunch?” I question. “Nope.” He pops the ‘p’. “Had it in my jersey’s pocket instead.” A small smile breaks out onto my face. He chuckles. “Lucky I save these sort of things in case.”

“Yeah. Might never know what we’re going to do.”

Batfam turns into cute tsum Tsum, reader recation

I hope I wrote what you wanted 

Little Tubbies

Going back to the front door, I hear little footsteps at the top of the stairs. “Aw, no.” I chuckle.

Your POV

“Boys?!” It echoes throughout the mansion. “I’m home!” I walk to the kitchen to dump bags of food on the counter. Rummaging through the bag, I pull out a bag of Pods to snack on whilst I have a search for the boys.

I walk upstairs to have the boys and Bruce tumble over each other to stand at the top of the stairs. I put the Pods down next to me as I kneel in front of them. “What happened?” I cooed.

Stretching out my hand, palm up, they all fight to who stands on me. I stretch out the other one to have all of them tumble onto my hands, the boys on the sides of Bruce.

“Afternoon, Miss. (L/N).” Standing up, I see Alfred walk towards me, myself greeting him back. “Do you know what happened?” I life my hands up a bit. “I believe the Joker gave them some sort of gas that made them turn into these TsumTsums.”

“Do you know how long they’ll be like this?”

“24 hours, I believe.” Thanking the butler, we walk off our different ways. At the bottom of the stairs, I put the boys down. They waddle behind me. “Dinner will be finished shortly.” He calls out. I thank him again.

“Okay, babies.” Small noises come from them as I open my bedroom door. “I am going to do some work.” I sit on the middle of my bed with my laptop in front of me. 

~5 minutes later~

Small tugs are being pulled on my blanket. I sigh as I lean over the side of my bed to check out the boys wanting to come up onto the bed.

Cocking an eyebrow, I get up to walk to the connected bathroom, watching the Tsums follow me. I notice that Damian has a small scratch on his cheek. “Baby boy.” I pick him up and walk into the bathroom, the four following.

I settle Damian on the edge of the bathtub before doing the same to the others. I put the plug into its hole before running the water, it slowly filling up the tub.

The bottle of bubbles falls over, the liquid pouring itself into the water. “Thanks for scaring the shit out of me. Now stay here. I’m going to go get changed into my togs.” I go back to my room to do so.

After a few minutes, I turn the faucets off and settle in the nice, warm water. The Tsums either slide down or jump into the water.

Damian pops his head up in front of me. I scoop him up in one hand, water falling down the sides. His cheek nuzzles against my index finger. I gently stroke the scratch.

Minutes pass, the Tsums whining.

Drops of water drip from my body with the sound of the water gushing down the pipe.

The Tsums follow me as I dry my body off. I scoop them up and place them onto the bed. I throw the towel over them to quickly change into comfier clothes.

Just as I slipped my (shirt/singlet/tank top) on, knocks fill the room, the door opens to show Alfred. “Dinner’s ready.”

“Thank you, Alfred.” The Tsums heads’ poke out from under the towel. I grab the hoodie from itself being draped over the back of the chair, the hoodie being Jason’s. “Come on.”

Damian and Tim are in the one, big pocket, Bruce in the hoodie and Dick and Jason being on each of my shoulders.

Arriving in the kitchen, I settle the Tsums on the table. They surround a piece of homemade pizza as I eat my plateful.

Jason must be full ‘cause he jumps onto my lap and into the pocket. All of them waddle away from the crust to have Tim and Damian fight each other. I scoop up Bruce and Dick to have them on my shoulders, the part where my shoulders meet my neck.

“I think all of us are tired. Thanks, Alfred, for dinner!” I pick up Tim and Damian by the collars of their shirts to have them wiggle around. 

Dick and Bruce jump onto my bed once I sit down on it, Jason crawls out and Tim and Damian are settled with the others.

I crawl up my bed to be under the covers and shifting to lie on my side, facing the other half of the bed. The Tsums get comfortable; Bruce on the other pillow with Tim, Dick being up against my stomach, Jason in the joint of my neck and Damian being in the crook of my arm, which is resting on my side.

“Night, boys.”

~Morning comes in~

“You guys eat too much!”

Snack and Movie Time - Gar x M!Reader

Age: 3-4 Summary: You are like Gar, a shapeshifter, and the Titans decide to have a movie night. It’s past your bedtime, but Gar lets you join ‘cause why not?

Waddling into the kitchen, you transform into a monkey to climb up onto the counter. Your tail opens the pantry door and reaches for a packet of biscuits.

“What are you doing, Monkey?” Your brother’s voice gives you a fright.

You turn on the counter with your tail behind your back, trying to hide the biscuits. “(Y/N).” Gar says in a soft, stern voice. A small whine escapes from you as you look to your left, your head casted down and your lips being pouty.

Gar walks to you and uncurls your tail from the bag being a little tightened. “I’ll let you join us for movie night.” Your head perks up, a smile on your face.

Gar grabs a box of Cheez-It from the pantry and a bottle of juice from the fridge. “Your juice?” He nods, getting your preferred drink out of the fridge before shutting. 

He lets your tail wrap around it. He holds his arm out for you to grip onto with your free hand. Once your feet land on the ground, you trail behind your brother. 

As soon as you’re in the lounge, Rachel greets you, “Hey, Monkey.” You let loose your snacks to climb up her body. A arm of hers is rested under your butt, letting you sit on it. Your legs settle around her waist and an arm over her shoulder.

Gar picks up your snacks to put them on the table in front of the couch. You make grabby hands towards him, making him grab you out of Rachel’s hold. “Is he staying with us?” She asks.

“Yeah. I think he’s been having trouble staying asleep.”

The three of you sit on the couch to wait for Kory and Dick. In the little meantime, you transform back to normal and have some of Gar’s help to put some underwear on.

Kory walks in and smiles at you, you return it with a small wave.

Everyone starts to yell at Dick to hurry up. “Want to go get him?” Gar asks. “Yeah.” You nod. 

You quickly strip out of your underwear to transform into a grizzly bear cub. Waddling on your hind legs to Dick’s room, you manage to reach and open the door with your paws.

Dick turns around after slipping on a hoodie to see a small, green bear cub. “Hey, (Y/N). I’m guessing Gar’s letting you join us for movie night.” A small roar becomes his answer.

He picks you up on the way out. You start to do little roars as if you’re really talking to him.

“Okay, Monkey, change back.” Gar says as you and Dick enter the lounge. Letting you down, you waddle towards your brother, transforming back to normal and slipping your underwear back on.

Gar sits you on his lap as the movie is one of the Men in Black movies.

Either a quarter or half way into the movie, you’d fallen asleep, your head against Rachel’s and your legs kicking against Gar’s side.

Yoooo I was wondering if you could write a fanfic about Jason Todd x Reader where Jason and Dick Grayson fight over the Reader but in the end the Reader Picks Jason?

I had the thought of you having the powers of Diego and Five from TUA (mainly teleportation and knife throwing skills). Also I did have another idea for this request but I figured I’d go with this one. And I'm sorry this took so long

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Within the very early hours of the morning, you’re watching from above at the two brothers arguing. It was not much of a surprise, they always had an argument about something.

But what surprised you a bit was that they were talking about you. Hearing your name go between the two had you curious, so you got their attention by asking, “The fuck you two fighting about now?” 

At the sound of your voice, it made the two jump, their weapons clutched in their hands. 

Once they knew it was you, who’s now sitting on top of a garbage bin, they placed their weapons back into their holsters. 

“What are you doing here?” Dick asked.

“Making sure the two of you weren’t dead, dying in an alleyway or getting yourselves beaten,” you replied, leaning back onto your hands and swinging your legs gently. “Since I’ve answered your question, now you answer mine; the fuck were you two fighting about?”

Dick glances over to the anti-hero of a brother, silently asking him to help. “Oh, no. Don’t look at me.”

“I- we-” Looking back at you, he watches you play a knife around in your hand. “He- well, you see, uh, Jason, wanna help?”

“No. You’re doing great.”

Sighing, Dick just gives you the answer. “Jason and I were arguing about who gets to ask you out.”

“How do you know if I’m not going out with someone already?”

“We would know, Stabby.” Jason answers this time.

Teleporting in front of him, he just stares at you, used to you teleporting in front of him. “Would we now, Red? ‘Cause it seems like Birdy doesn’t know.”

“Know what?!”

All Dick gets for an answer is Jason’s hands on your hips to bring your body against his. “Hope you’re having fun, Red.”

As Jason leans in to give you a kiss, he stumbles a bit as you had teleported out of his hold to sit back on the garbage bin. “Sly fox,” he mumbles to himself.

“I’m already taken, Dick. Your asshole brother beat you to it.”

Baffled, Dick just blinks at you. “I- For how long?” 

“A few months.” Jason answers this time. “After Bruce’s gala.”

“Does anyone else know?”

“Only you.” After saying that, Dick slumps his shoulders in defeat. “Might never know though.” He looks at you, head tilting in confusion. “Might start dating you too.”

DC TAGS @sen-nes

4+1 things will always have my heart

So easy: Jason Todd x fem!reader

Summary: 4 times Jason felt the love for y/n and one time he actuallly expressed it.

Warning: kissing, a bit of angsts, swearing

„Y/N….” he groaned in pain stumbling into her apartment.

“Ok, all right, I got it, come here and try not to move”

She knew the drill. He came home, bruised and scared and she was immediately reaching for the first aid kit playing the nurse. At least for as long as it was within her reach, after all she was homebred in this area, not an expert. When something went terribly wrong she never hesitated to call upon the bats to check on him. However, such situations were rare. After all, Jason Todd was the Red Hood.  The fright of the entire Crime Alley. Powerful, fierce, strong and well trained. It took a lot to leave more than a bruise or a little cut. He was simply better.

“How bad is it this time?” she asked making him sit up on her bed, frowning as she removed his helmet and his domino mask meeting his eyes.

“Not at all, just some usual…. Auch! That hurt!” he hissed when Y/N pressed a gauze to his ribs.

“Of course it did. Apparently we have different definition of not bad at all. “

“But….”

“No, not buts, Jace. Just stay quiet.  You know I can only do so much of patching you up.”

“I know and…. Auch!”

“Oh, don’t be a baby. If you can take beating from criminals you can sustain some alcohol on your wounds. Don’t whine.”

“I’m not whining” he flinched a bit “but it’s different. I’m not afraid to be vulnerable with you….” he tried to grab her hands but she wriggled out of his reach, now putting dressing over his chest and arms. Those strong arms that always made her feel so safe whenever he was around

“Mhm. Should I be proud about it?”

“You should” he smirked and his eyes flashed a bit

“Well then, thank you for this distinction, Red Hood” she rolled her eyes “can I remise this honor to the benefit of not having to see you bruised and beaten up? Cause that would be something worth my mental health.”

“Sweetheart……” when she finished her job he finally got a chance to grab her hips and pull her closer towards him, opening his legs a bit so she could stand between them.

“Don’t you dare playing dirty on me.” She warned as his hand traveled up from her hip to waist and he slowly stood up, his eyes never leaving her.

“I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about” he leaned in so that his lips brushed over hers, his breath hot on her skin. Much to her annoyance, her body betrayed her and shook at this gesture.

“No idea, huh? Well then good for you, Red, you need rest after all. So you can stay here, in the bed”  it took all her strength to remove his warm hands from her body, missing the contact instantly “and I will take the couch.”

“You can…..”

“No. No I can’t stay. You need to relax. And by relax I mean rest, Jason. Nothing more. No activity.”

“Can I at least get a kiss to make it better?” he pouted

“I thought it wasn’t bad at all” she laughed but gave in to his pleading “Just that” she bend over him and lovingly kissed the top of his head, ruffling his hair a bit.

“It’s not enough…” he whined

“One more than you needy boy” she smiled and kissed the corner of his mouth, her lips lingering there for a bit longer then needed. “rest” the girl softly caressed his cheek and he obediently closed his eyes.  

“Thank you” he whispered.

“Mhm, that’s a good word, you’re a menace, Jace.”

“But I’m your menace.” he smiled at her and there was nothing but love and admiration in his eyes.

****

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“What does it look like?” she groaned kicking and throwing punches at the dummy in the corner “I’m training”

“Why?” he leaned on the doorframe, watching her every move and fighting the urge to correct her posture before she got hurt because of the bad technique

“Why?” she stopped her actions and eyed him carefully “what do you mean why?”

“I mean exactly this. Why?”

“Um, I don’t know” she mocked “maybe because I want to be able to fight? Because I want to know how to protect myself? Because I….”

“What?”

“Because I want to go on patrol with you. One day.”

“No.” his jaw clenched and tone turned harsh at the simple thought of her joining him.

“I wasn’t really asking for permission. “

“Good. Cause you will never get it.”

“Well I couldn’t care less. I can always just follow you around. Or become a vigilante on my own. There are enough trouble makers in Gotham to find one for myself.”

“Don’t you dare.” He hissed taking a few steps towards her, stopping inches apart.

“Is it because I’m a girl?”

“Y/n….” he groaned, but she did not let him say another word

“You let Artemis join you.”

“I wouldn’t exactly call it letting her.

“aha! Got you! She never asked for your opinion, did she?”

“It’s different.”

“Why? Because she’s an Amazon? Or because she’s  powerful, beautiful and takes no shit from anyone? Especially from men. Or is it because you two have an affair and you don’t want me to find out about…..

This time he did not let her finish, cutting her off with a kiss. Strong, passionate and heated due to all the emotions inside him, but soon slowing down and turning it into long, soft expression of his love for this unruly girl. With gentle touches and with every move of his lips brushing against hers he was trying to convey everything the words could not.

“This is unfair” she whined when his mouth moved to her neck “Jace….”

“Mhm….” He muttered with zero intention to stop.

“Oh, come on…… you can’t just….fuck…..” she hissed when he bit on her soft spot

“I can’t what?” he smirked knowing and seeing well enough how her body reacted on him.

Oh, that was enough. In any other circumstance she would probably give in to him, after all she always wanted him, but this? He was trying to play her like a toy and make her change her mind.

“Just let go off me Jason.” she wriggled impatiently trying to get free

“Is that what you want?” his hands sneaked under her shirt and if she didn’t stop it now, she would never do it.

“Yes. Yes, fuck Jason, just get back!” she finally yelled taking him by surprise and making him back off.

“Y/N….”

“You did this every fucking time! You treat me like a play toy whenever I’m trying to move out of my comfort zone!”

“Baby….”

“Cut it! Don’t you dare trying to sweet talk me! I know I’m not good enough to join you on patrol! I fucking now that! But how the hell am I supposed to get better if you don’t give me any tips!”

“Can’t you see I’m just trying to keep you safe!?” oh, the anger issues were now in the house

“Oh, here we go again!’ she threw her hands up in frustration “you know what, I won’t fight you. I know it’s what you want. So I’m going out!”

“Where?!”

“I don’t know! And frankly, I don’t care. I might as well ask Dick to train me if you don’t want!”

“You won’t do such thing!” he grabbed her wrist with more pain than intended and she winced in the pain “Shit. Fuck. Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…..”

“I know. I know, Jace.” She said, her eyes full of sadness and pain. “You know, sometimes I wish there were more Jason Todd in this relationship and less Red Hood. But I know. And I think we both need to cool down and …. talk later?”

“All right.”

She just nodded and without another word left the apartment not really sure where to go. But despite everything Jason knew how to take care of her when he picked the phone and dialed the number

“Dickhead? You need to do something for me …….”

***

He was tired.

No. He was exhausted.

It was 3 am and he was just wrapping his patrol up and getting back home. To her. To the only person in the world who saw the good in him even if most of the times he himself could not and lapsed into self-hatred. The only person who could both mock him and soothe him at the same time. The only person who was both harsh and rough, always ready to smack his head for doing something batshit crazy and caring, loving and delicate.

He loved her like crazy.

She was the reason every night he was struggling in the fight to get back to her.

Even if sometimes it felt easier to just give up on everything.

He was not like Dick. The hero. The handsome one. The little ray of sunshine one. He was violent, had a lot of unresolved trauma from the past and tended to push her away to protect her. Fuck, he was getting on her nerved on purpose so she would just leave him for good, but he could never discourage her.

She always stayed.

And the simple thought of getting back to her, taking her into his arms and just holding her for whatever rest of the night was left, safe and soft and warm and peaceful was doing something to him.

In the most quiet way it was possible to not wake her up he climbed up to the flat. And yes, of course he could have just used the door which at this hour would probably catch less attention but old habits die hard. Even for someone who died quite literally. As he removed his shoes, holsters and helmet his eyes were already peeking through the slightly opened bedroom door.

Fuck, she was so beautiful.

Sleeping so peacefully, her breath even and it was quite a change from all the sleepless night he caused her for the last two weeks. She refused to lay down until he was back safe. Which obviously soon started taking toll on her health and he forced her to promise she would not stay up this late. After a lot of convincing she had to give up. It was good to know she actually did keep her word.

Jason sighed deeply and the sound made the girl squirm but she did not wake.

As fast as he could he removed his clothes and sneaked under the blanket next to her, immediately feeling calmness and peace stemming from her presence. Just looking at her and feeling like a freaking creep. He wanted her closer to him, impossibly closer, but at the same time it was never his intention to wake her so he decided to just stick to keeping the distance. She was a light sleeper after all. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists, his hands aching to touch her.

“Jace….” She whispered shifting her positon and moving closer herself.

“Did I wake you?” he whispered back

“You did not.”

“I’m sorry baby…..”

“Are you even listening to me?” she huffed “you did not wake me. And even if you did I wouldn’t be mad about it. I’m mad about something else though.”

“What is it, baby?”

“Could you please tell me what the hell do you think you are doing?” her gaze fixed on his fists

“I…. I wanted to hold you, but was afraid you would wake…” he confessed not able to look her in the eyes

“Idiot” she muttered, grabbing his hands. “Do you know you are an idiot?” wrapping them around her and moving even closer to hide her face in his chest. “I need to know you are back safe the second you get here. And believe it or not I can feel you next to me even in my sleep. And I need that. Do you understand me?”

“I do, baby, I do.” He kissed the top of head

“Good. I need you next to me. I need you in my arms. So don’t you ever, ever distance yourself from me.”

Fuck. He loved her so much. He loved how she felt safe with him, how she was falling asleep on him, he loved how she made him feel.  Her soft hands around his torso, her head on his chest, her slowing breath tickling the skin. His heart was just swelling thanks to this girl. He was the luckiest mutherfucker in the whole Gotham.

***

“Jason!” her echoed from another room and it only took him a second to bust there reading to fight whatever enemy of Red hood might be attacking. Luckily, there was only his girlfriend sitting in front of the computer, grinning in a smile to wide even Joker would be jealous.

“Is everything all right, babe?”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe it. This is not happening!”

“Honey, you are not making any sense now.”

“That’s because I’m feeling a lot of contradictory things right now” she turned to look at him, her eyes glistening, her face lighted up and happy in a way he never saw her before. That was new experience and if he could he would just stay in this moment forever. However, it was not given when she jumped from the chair and pulled him toward the PC. “come on, look at this” she pointed at an e-mail on the screen. Please, tell me you see it too. Tell me I did not imagine this. Please, tell me it’s real…..” she crossed her fingers and closed her eyes as he started reading out loud.

Dear Miss Y/L/N,

It is our greatest pleasure to inform you, we have reviewed the draft of the story you send to us.

“You send them your book?” he asked tearing the gaze away from the computer to care

“I did, I did…. Now just keep reading.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I did not want to test my luck. Now, just go on…..”

Regardless of the fact that there are some typos and a lot of punctuation mistakes….

Yeah, right, she was never good with that

 We would like to publish your book. Please, fill in the attached form and get back in touch with us as soon as possible. We would like to discuss the matters of printing numbers and your salary.

With best regards….

“J.A. Black!” she screamed the name of the sender “J.A.Black, Jace! Black Publishing is going to publish my book!!” she lunged at him and he was more than happy to embrace her.

“I’m so proud of you, baby” he kissed her temple repeatedly “you worked so hard for this, you definitely deserve it.”

“You think?” she pulled away from him, her voice now serious, her eyes scanning his face “you really think so? After all they mentioned my bad punctuation and typos. Maybe I;m not good enough for Black? What if this is a joke to humiliate me?”

“Y/N.” Jason grabbed her shoulders gently “baby, please, look at me” she listened meeting his orbs and shutting up “calm down. Stop spinning, all right? It’s not a joke. It’s not a mistake. You are talented and hard-working and really, really good with words. I would know, I’ve read enough in my life.”

“Can’t really argue with that” her beautiful smile showing again

“You know I’m your number one fan, right? And believe me, everyone who would get hands on your work will love it too.”

“You know what? I don’t even care anymore. It’s enough to satisfy my number one fan.”

“Really?” he crossed his arms over chest and smirked “I’m gonna wait until it comes out in a couple weeks. I wonder if you would clam the same then.”

A month later, the book saw the light of the day and Y/N had to do some PR actions like meeting with the readers and hundreds of fans, because Jason was right in that part. She became popular pretty fast and soon people started asking about part 2 of the story. And now she was scared. She was never good with people and public speaking and that was exactly why she choose to hide behind the screen and just write. It would be helpful if Jace could come with her at least to one of this meeting but because of his red-hooding it was impossible and since she knew that she would never ask him to. So she dealt with it.

There were only one meeting left and after that she was hoping to get back into her kind-of peaceful life. Just her, the Gotham vigilante and a bunch of criminals ready to attack, kidnap or kill her. And it might be about to turn even worse now that she was popular, but both her and Jason were pushing the thought away, deciding to just celebrate the moment for as long as they could.

Y/n was in the middle of the conversation when Jason imperceptibly sneaked into the audience, shielding himself from her view and just observing how she was doing.

She was glowing.

To say the least.

All of her excitement, all of her beauty showing off. And she was wearing almost no makeup. The way she was talking about the literature, the book, her ideas and inspirations. The shy girl he knew was completely gone, instead he was looking at confident and astonishing young woman sharing her passion. Her cheeks were lightly flushed, her lips parted, her eyes sparkling. It was like he fell in love with her all over again and there was nothing more he wanted than to steal her away from the guy reporter, get her back to the apartment and just have her all to herself. Nothing explicit, just having her. And he just couldn’t wait.

“It seems like we have another question coming from the audience” the reported said and motioned for someone on the side of the room to pass the microphone to the person who was willing to ask.

Y/N’s eyes searched through the crowd, as she squinted, her eyes adjusting to the darkness in the auditorium being contrast to the ablazed main floor. When her gaze rest on a familiar face she could not stop the smile on her face. He came.

“I got a question for Y/N. How about we ditch this theatrics and get back home? I got some better ideas how to use the time….”

Jason fucking Todd was a pain in the eyes when he wanted to. But he also knew she would forgive him for that. After all, he only got eyes for her.

***

“Y/N? Baby, what happened?”

“Nothing. Please, go away.”

She was laying on the bed, back to the door so he could not see her face. However, judging by her muffled voice and a bit panting breath he could tell she was probably crying.

“Come on, sweetie. Don’t do this. Don’t push me away.”

“I don’t really want you to see me this way.” She muttered turning to the other side when he circled the bed to face her.

“Oh, come on” he grabbed her hip and with zero effort made her  face him “you know you can tell me anything.”

“I don’t want to be a burden. Besides, you don’t really like when I get like this….”

“What?” he was dumbfounded “I don’t like when….. God, y/n” he run his fingers through his hair “did I ever give you an impression like I don’t care how you feel? Tell me” he lifted her chin lightly and their eyes met “did I?”

“No.”

“Well that’s a relief” he smiled “now, scoop and tell me what’s the problem. I bet either Jason or Red can solve this. Do I need to hurt someone or do you just need a hug?”

“I…. I don’t really know…” she covered her hands with the sleeves of her sweater, her hair a mess and it all made her look so small, fragile and innocent. Once again, Jason felt his heart swelling. If someone, anyone, caused his baby any pain, he was not only going to hurt them, but eliminate them. “I don’t even know how to start. I feel so pathetic. You are ….you know” the rule to not mention Jason’s alter ego name in the house was forever actual “you’ve been through so much worse shit than me, it feels like I have no right to complain.”

“You’re right. I;ve been through hell lot of shit. But from what I know, you’ve been through it with me. Always there even at my lowest. So don’t feel like your feelings are not important. Let me be there for you in the way you were for me.”

“It’s hard to say how I feel.”

“Don’t think about it. Just say it” he held her hands, his thumbs circling soothing patterns on her palms.

“I think I’m broken. I feel like I push you too much and I’m a challenge to you. I feel like…. It’s hard to be with me.”

He just stared at her, eyes wide open. Was what she was saying real? Did she even hear the words coming out of her mouth? Maybe he was hearing something else? Was he high or drunk or was it a dream, or rather nightmare? Was his baby, his love, his sunshine, his only source of happiness and the most adorable person on the planet, shit, in the entire universe confessing to feeling like a liability?

“Jace?” she sobbed. Oh, apparently while he was spacing out, she was still talking and now was awaiting his reaction

“I’m sorry. I don’t understand a single word coming out of your mouth.”

“I said…..”

“No, no, I heard you, I just don’t understand it. You feel like you weight me down? Y/N……” his voice broke

“Am I not? Come on. You are…. You know. You have a lot going on. And as if that wasn’t enough you worry about me, about my safety, my health. I’m a threat to your well-being, Jace. What if you get distracted on the field because of me? What if you get hurt because I’m pathetic piece of shit and anyone can hurt me and you would want to take revenge? And we both know you would. I’m a burden. Besides, I can be cold, I am stubborn, workaholic, tend to withdraw and manipulate people and have to do things my own way. My sense of humor is wicked, I act like a child sometimes and I can be a bit messy. How does that not push you away?”

“Babe…. I can’t believe it. We’ve been together for….” He hesitated looking at the calendar on the wall and then at the watch “5 years, 2 months, 23 days and 3 hours…..”

“You remember it so precisely?” she frowned

“How can I not?q but after all this time you still have doubts about yourself? If anything, I am a burden in this relationship, not you. Y/N, babe, I love you.”

“I love you too, but….”

 “And all the things you mentioned?” he shook his head in disapproval and wrapped his arms around her pulling her towards his chest “You’re missing the most important thing about yourself.”

“That I’m hateable?”

“That you are just so easy to love……” he kissed the top of her head, holding her tighter.

And for the first time in a while he knew, that at this exact moment she was the one who was melting in the love he had for her not the other way round. That it was finally him who gave her the affection and attention she so desperately needed.

@pinksirensong

@somest1

ROMANCE-TOBER :: BONFIRE - dollish

A/n: I literally disappeared wtf anyways these past days I been so busy that I skipped two romtober days literally and messed up my schedule too😭 this was supposed to be out by oct 7th but it’s literally oct 8th..

Anyways this is the last dick Grayson prompt for romance-tober! Kinda sad but np ofc but the next one is jason!! I CHANGED MY WRITING STYLE BTW

The warmth of the bonfire crackled in the cool October night air, casting soft, dancing shadows across your faces. You sat close to the fire, knees pulled up, gazing into the flames. The smell of burning wood and the distant sound of crickets surrounded you, a peaceful contrast to the whirlwind of your usual Gotham nights.

Dick Grayson sat beside you, his eyes reflecting the orange and yellow flames, a gentle smile on his face. The two of you had decided to take a break from the chaos of the city for one night, escaping to this secluded spot to enjoy a simple, quiet evening. A bonfire, some marshmallows, and the open sky above it was perfect.

"I can’t believe you’ve never been to a bonfire night like this," you said, poking the fire with a stick, the embers swirling up into the night sky.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "When I was a kid, there wasn’t much time for bonfires. The circus didn’t exactly have bonfire parties."

You smiled softly, loving when he opened up about his past. "What was it like? Growing up in the circus?"

Dick leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows, staring into the flames as if searching for memories. "It was… a lot of things," he said, his voice soft but full of nostalgia. "It was exciting, chaotic, and beautiful. Every day was an adventure. You never knew what would happen next. I remember the lights, the smell of popcorn, and the crowds cheering. And my parents…" He paused, a wistful smile playing on his lips. "They made it magical."

You scooted closer to him, sensing the bittersweet tone in his voice, wrapping your arm around his. He glanced at you, his smile reassuring, though his eyes were far away for a moment.

"After everything happened," he continued, "after I lost them, I didn’t think I’d ever find that kind of magic again. But…" He looked over at you, his eyes softening. "Then I met Bruce, and eventually, I found my own kind of magic."

You leaned your head on his shoulder, the crackling of the fire filling the comfortable silence between you. "You’re always so good at finding the light in things, even after everything you’ve been through."

“Comes with the job," he teased, but you knew there was truth in it. Dick always had this way of finding hope, of pushing forward even when things were dark. It was something you admired about him.

He shifted slightly, draping his arm around you, pulling you closer until you were both wrapped up in the blanket he'd brought. The fabric was soft, and the warmth of his body combined with the heat of the fire made the chilly night air bearable.

"You know," Dick said after a while, his voice low, almost a whisper, "I don’t talk about it often, but I’ve been thinking a lot about the past lately. About how far I’ve come. And… how lucky I am now."

"Lucky?" you asked, tilting your head to look up at him.

He smiled down at you, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. "Yeah, lucky. For a lot of reasons. Lucky to have found Bruce when I did. Lucky to have my family, as crazy as they are. And…" He paused, his fingers lightly tracing the edge of your cheek, his voice softening even more. "Lucky to have you."

Your heart fluttered at his words, the sincerity in his eyes making your chest feel warm. You reached up, placing your hand over his. "I’m the lucky one," you murmured.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "No, you don’t get to steal my line."

"Too late," you teased, shifting slightly so you were more comfortable against him, resting your head back on his shoulder. "I win."

Dick laughed quietly, wrapping both arms around you, pulling you fully into his chest as he leaned back against the log behind him. "Alright, alright. You win."

The two of you sat like that for a while, wrapped in the blanket, the fire crackling gently beside you, sending occasional sparks up into the starry sky. The night felt endless, peaceful, as if the world outside didn’t exist for just this moment.

"You ever wonder what life would’ve been like if things had been different?" you asked after a while, your voice barely louder than a whisper, not wanting to break the serene atmosphere.

Dick hummed, considering your question. "Yeah, sometimes. But I don’t think I’d change it. As hard as some things were… everything led me here. To this moment. To you."

You glanced up at him, his eyes reflecting the flickering flames, and you couldn’t help but smile. "I’m glad," you whispered.

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Me too."

As the fire began to die down, the stars above seemed to shine brighter. You felt his arms tighten around you, his chin resting gently on top of your head, and for the first time in a long time, everything felt perfectly right.

"I think I could get used to more nights like this," Dick murmured after a while, his voice soft, almost drowsy.

You smiled, nuzzling closer to him. "Yeah? A bonfire night tradition, maybe?"

"Definitely," he said with a grin, pulling the blanket tighter around the both of you. "As long as you promise to be there every time."

"Deal," you whispered, your eyes drifting shut as you let the warmth of the fire, and the comfort of being in his arms, lull you into peaceful contentment.

Under the stars, wrapped up together, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in your perfect little bubble of warmth and love. And for now, that was all that mattered.

Second divider: @cafekitsune

Creds: me! @dollishbabess

Tim: so why should we select you?

Guy A: I'm rich and handsome

Dick: Bruce is literally a billionaire. are you saying you are more rich than him?

Jason: and handsome? Don't make me laugh you look worse than our family dog.

Guy A: ex-xcuse me??

Damian: you are excused. Now get out

Tim: and what about you?

Guy b: I can protect him

Damian: protect?? dad??

Dick: [scoffs] It's like saying you can protect Batman.

Guy b: but he ain't Batman though

Jason: bitch he might be

Damian: where did you even find these people Tim?

Jason: seriously? imagine saying u can protect Batman

Dick: nah bruh imagine flexing money and looks on Bruce

Tim: ok guys this is the last candidate for the day

Tim: so what makes you special?

Clark: I can cook for him

Jason:[snorts] What if you can cook for him? How can it help our Bruce?

Clark: I'm sorry I'm not as rich as him but I can cook, clean, and care for him

Dick: have you brought anything to claim your statement.

Clark:[places the pie] I brought this Kansas special apple pie-

Damian:[already on his second slice] ae-ets gsoo ghuuud

Jason, Tim, and Dick fighting for the last piece

Clark: uh..soo

Damian:[clears his throat] You are selected.

Dick: Definitely

Jason: prepare your vows

Tim: btw who recommended you? Because you have a really ordinary background

Clark: oh it was Bruce

[collective HUH from batkids]

Clark: [snickering] It was to get approved by you guys

[collective even louder HA]

Clark: [laughing] That's because we are already dating

[collectively yelling WHAT]

Clark: [changing into Superman] hate to leave like this on our first meet but Metropolis needs me

[collective screaming]

Glimmer: Jason Todd x reader

request: Jason Todd x fem!reader who is optimistic, sees good in people and gives him hugs and kisses when he comes from patrol.

****

She never knew it, and even if she did she would totally refuse to believe it, but there was something in her eyes that always made Jason feel better about world and about himself. A bit.

He met Y/N on one of his night patrols and not-so-surprisingly rescued her from a mugger. Typical Gotham occurrence, but unlike any other citizen of this god-forsaken city she did not seem shaken or terrified or even sad.

“How are you so fine with what happened?” instead of taking off the second the robber was dealt with Jason found himself captured by her unusual behavior

“I’m not” she sighed deeply and her e/c orbs focused on him, making him shake inside due to the intensity of the gaze “I’m not all right with how Gotham affects people. That the poor had to go to the great lengths to survive on the streets while crime lords have everything. I’m not fine with the fact that kids here suffer because their parents abandoned them. I hate that GCPD seem helpless when it comes to dealing with all this shit and vigilantes have to take matters in their own hands.”

“So, pretty much you hate Batman?” Jason scoffed, trying to act casually, not showing how touched he was by the mention of kids on the streets. After all, he was one of them many years ago and the memory of what he went through was still hunting him sometimes.

“I never said that!” she laughed. She laughed a few seconds after a traumatic events. “I admire everything he does. But unlike our fierce protector, I’d rather focus on seeing good in people.”

“Good?” Jason scoffed, his helmet muffling the sound a bit “There’s nothing good in this shithole.”

‘Maybe that is your problem, Red. Your aim is to get rid of the crime lords. Arguably by killing them all off….”

“I don’t do that anymore.” He chimed in

“Then hurting them. Injuring them. Making them remember the pain. I’d rather spread the good emotions. Like in the homeless shelter where I volunteer after work. Or at the child center. You should see the smile on those people faces just because you gave them ten minutes of your time. To talk, to actually ask them how they feel, if there’s anything they would like to do. Elders have so many to say, yet no one ever listens. And children, those poor little souls, who did nothing wrong in their life, except for what’s necessary to survive. A hug or a joke is enough to make them cry happy tears.”

“You’re being awfully optimistic, aren’t you?”

“Can’t help being who I am” she smiled so bright, Jason could swear that it lighted up the whole alley “you should try that sometimes, Red Hood. Anyway, sorry for keeping you this long, bet you have another parts of the city to patrol.” Once again her beaming, hopeful, sincere eyes landed on his face (or rather helmet) “thank you for helping me. I know you do not see yourself this way, but what you do matters. The method may be a bit extreme, but still, I appreciate what you did. What you do.”

“I……” Jason stuttered. It was the first time someone actually said something like that to him. Was he really good in her eyes?

“I gotta go.” She shook he head, hair falling all over her face and Jason had to use all his strength to fight the urge to brush those strands of. There was something about this girl…. ”Stay safe, Hood, will you?” she turned around and started walking away, but he called after her, making her stop.

“Can I get your name?!”

“Wonder why that matters to you.” she laughed, but decided in favor of answering “It’s Y/N. My name’s Y/N.”  with a single wave of the hand she was gone, leaving Jason wondering and muttering that single word over and over again.

***

“Hey, Drake. I got a favor to ask.”

“And out of all the people in the world you came to me?” Tim raised an eyebrow “You must be truly desperate, Todd.”

“I can always go and ask Barbara. Bet she’ll deal with the search I need much faster than you. She’s an expert after all.” Jason smirked knowing well enough how the reverse psychology affected Tim.

“Better!? No way!! What do you need?” the younger boy spun around on the chair, now facing the bat computer, fingers hanging over the keyboard, twitching in anticipation.

“I want to find a person. I only got a name, Y/N, possible living location and I know she works at the homeless shelter and kid center. Can you target her?”

“don’t know.” Tim tapped his chin, wondering “Is he a Red Hood’s object of interest or Jason Todd’s one?”

Fuck. There was no good answer to that question and Jason found himself falling right into Tim’s trap. 

“Let’s say a little bit of both.”

“Whatever you say……”

***

Tim was faster than Jason anticipated and with just a few clicks and searches he managed to locate the girl. And just a few minutes later, after breaking some speed limits (Bruce would pay for the tickets obviously) Todd was in front of the building she was spending her evening at.

It’s been a while since Jason seen so many hurt and scared people in one place and that reminded him how much crime actually was in Gotham. He was fighting some part of it, but the rest…. Damn it. The view was just painful. Starting from a few-years old, ending up on the elders, every age group has a representation in this place. And amongst all those citizens he saw Y/N. With messy hair and a smudge of something that seemed like a paint, but was awfully similar to blood she was telling a story to a bunch of kids, one of them placed on her knees. That little dirt on her cheek made Jason shudder. In the depths of his mind he already saw her injured, bleeding in some alley, after being attacked or raped, her optimistic attitude not serving as a shield.  But apparently her positive attitude was not a result of obliviousness and being raised in separation from the bad aspects of life, but rather the opposite. She experienced the sadness and pain everyday while working with those people and yet, remained cheerful. That was….. strangely alluring.

“Hey there.” She put the kid down, noticing him standing in the aisle, looking confused “Are you lost? Are you hurt? Do you need help?” she was so tiny in comparison with a tank Jason was and she wanted to help him. Not even expecting anything in return.  

“No…. I ……”

“Hey, it’s ok.” she reassured, putting a hand on his shoulder and he immediately felt the warmth coming all over his body. “You’re safe here. We can give you any aid you need.”

“I don’t need help. “ Jason shook his head.

“You sure?” she tilted her head “Cause it seems to me like you got a strained muscles, a bruise on the jaw and some cuts on the forearms.”

“You are quite observant, aren’t you?”

“Did my time as a doctor assistant.” She shrugged “never get to finish though”

“Why?”

“Um… you know, typical Gotham stuff. Parents getting shot. No one to help me pay for college…. I had to tend for myself and that required a full time job, not just studying. So I dropped. Became an assistant nurse instead. Shitty job, shitty pay, shitty work hours, but  get to make ends meet.”

“And you still find time to volunteer?”

“Like I said to someone before, I’d rather help people by spreading good. Seriously, can I help you with anything…..?”her voice hanged a bit and it took him a while before realizing she was waiting for hi name.

“I’m Jason. And I …. I think I want to be a volunteer as well.”

***

It’s been three years since then.

Three years in which she was constantly surprising him with her attitude, her smile, her uptake on things.

Three years of her being his rock, getting him through the shittiest, lowest day, never letting him give up or his darkness and shadow consume him. She was his ray of sun on those days when he had no power to push through.

Jason was not the first person to trust people, but somehow she managed to gain it quite quickly. After a few months of acquaintance, shaking because of the emotions (mostly fear) he told her about his alter ego, awaiting abandonment, terrified, judgmental gaze and her leaving him for good.

There was a moment of silence after his confession, two young adults just sitting on the couch opposite of each other. Jason looking down, silent begging for her to not leave him, missing the fact that Y/N’s signature honest gaze were focused on him.

“Jason….” she said quietly, careful not to startle him “Jace, please look at me.” The boy hesitantly raised his head, scared what he might see on the girl’s face “did you think I would leave you?”

“Yes.” He blurted not able to control himself anymore.

“You silly boy.” She leaned forward slightly, reaching for his cheek, not touching yet, since she learned how hard physical contact was for him “Can I?”

“Please….” He mumbled, and once she cupped his face, immediately leaned into the touch. So touch starved, so desperate for her, without even realizing this.

“Listen to me, Jason Todd. I am not going anywhere.”

“You’re not?”

“Of course not.” she whispered “I’m honestly a bit offended you could even think something like that. Do you even know me?”

“I know you see good in place where there is none. And I’m no good. I’m bad news, always have been and….”

“Oh, for crying out loud.” She hissed and not giving a shit about being gentle put her lips on his, the urge being just too strong to hold it anymore. “Sorry….” Just a few seconds later she realized what she did and pulled back, her face turning apologetic. “I didn’t mean to push….”

“Come back here” Jason breathed out, wrapping an arm around her waist and claiming her lips again, this time fully. God, he never knew how much he craved her and how much fear of rejection on her part he had.  “I need you.” he whispered pulling her flush to him “God, I shouldn’t  but I need you so bad.”

“Good thing it’s mutual.” She smiled, brushing a curl from his face and connecting their foreheads

“But….” He tried to say.

“if you start talking about that shit about darkness and everything else I won’t kiss you for a week.”

“Are you threatening the Red Hood, princess?”

“Guess, I am” she laughed, realizing that little fact “is it working?”

“Sure as hell it is.” Jason gasped before closing the gap between them.

***

Y/N was quickly accepted into the Wayne family, turning into a valuable member of the team. And damn, she was good at working with Oracle from the cave. But the most important part of her job (in her own words) was still giving the good vibes. Keeping the batboys (and batgirls) up and running, showing them how much good they were doing and how grateful people were for that.

Jason needed it more than anyone else, still doubting himself and dealing with past trauma, not that anyone blamed him for that. If nothing else, dying and resurrecting definitely have an effect on one’s mentality. And that was precisely why, Y/N would always stay up in the night, waiting for Jay to come back from the patrol to welcome him in the most caring and loving way she could.

“Jace!” she jumped off the couch as soon as she heard him walk thought the door, his helmet and jacket already discarded on the floor. She practically jumped into his arms, wrapping legs and arms around him, tugging her boyfriend tightly, feeling his muscles relax under her touches and caresses.

“Hi, baby….” He sighed deeply feeling her in his arms. The only person that made everything he did worth the effort.

“My hero.” She tugged him even tighter, hands tangling in his hair massaging gently.

“Hero? That’s funny princess. Are you sure you’re not mistaking me for Grayson? Do you wish that it was someone else in your arms?”

“What are you…..?” she pulled back from him slightly, but his arms kept her in place, familiar smirk forming on his face. “You are incorrigible Todd! Why are you constantly playing with me?”

“Cause you look cute with that surprised Pikachu face” he kissed the top of her nose and she pouted.

“Stop it! It’s my job to kiss you and hug you. You’re tired and hurt. Let me take care of you.” her hand travelled down from his neck and rested on his heart “Please, love. I just want to take all the pain from you. Let me, Jason.” she was practically begging him now, and the fact that he truly had someone who was willing to do that for him was making him melt. Since the words failed him, he just nodded, closing his eyes not to show any vulnerability. Almost three years of being together and it was still hard for him to show her his emotional side. “Open those eyes” she commanded, once he put her back on the floor and they just stood in place. “I love you, Jason.” Y/N said with fully convinced voice “whatever you think about yourself, you are a hero to me.” a little kiss on his forehead “A protector.” Kiss on his nose “a fighter” one on each of his cheeks “I can never see you differently” a peck on his lips, too short, leaving him wanting more and chasing her lips “but it’s me. You don’t need to act strong with me when you are tired. You don’t need to hide your emotions. You could never be too vulnerable for me. I accept and somewhat understand Red hood, but it’s Jason Todd I fell in love with. My Jason. The emotional one. All right, baby?’ she caressed his cheek, grabbing his hand and leading him backwards towards the bed “will you rest with me?”

“Yes.” He whispered “Please……”

“All right.” She helped him lay down and once he rested head on her chest, feeling her fingers play with his hair, the other hand caressing her back, Jason slowly let the tension and the burden of opinion, judgments and expectations go.

She was making him feel better about himself.

She was making him feel better about world.

And maybe it was wrong and selfish and careless, but he loved her.

And he was going to tell her that.

Soon.  

‼️TWIN SHENANIGANS‼️

Platonic Damian Al Ghul-Wayne x Twin!Reader

Imagine having two demons that are from the league of assassins…but only one of them is a true menace to society while the other is just …normal?

Two robins? Double trouble for Bruce because Damian is the older twin while you are the younger one. Of course you will follow him without a doubt.

You two paint, draw, and do anything together, it’s a nice sibling bonding. Sure what if Damian was a bit jealous and almost booby-trapped Dick when you started calling him “brother.” So what?

You need help? He’s helping you, not by just giving you straight up answers but mostly letting you understand.

Someone picks on you, immediately they have a bruised eye and lip. But that’s when Damian is having a nice day though, if he isn’t. He almost sent them to the hospital and got expelled.

Sometimes you two hold each other hands as if you both were the girls from “the shining”😭

When you can’t figure out what outfit you want to wear, don’t worry! Your twin Damian is gonna lay you out straight! He immediately makes you match with him as he smirks at you two looking the same.

You both do combo moves with each other. Literally training each other to see what moves you can pull off at the same time.

Tim was scared of you, like he personally thought you were gonna try and kill him only for you to make him a drawing and he immediately calmed down. That was until a certain demon popped up talking about “Twin, let’s go.” And you left. Making Tim confused before realizing twins exist…man coffee was getting to his brain.

I won’t lie, Damian may be a small bully towards you. But when you cry, that’s when he stops and show his soft side. You are his other part of him, it hurts to see you cry.

Literal definition of “only I can mess with my sibling…”