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— rose-tinted shadows —

Warnings: fluff, tiny bit of angst, mentions of violence

Summary: You and Jason fall in love a little bit more each night.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Female Reader

Word Count: ~3.4k

A/N: Someone was talking about reader descriptions not being told beforehand so I’m just going to add in that reader has hair long enough to put up in a bun (only mentioned in the first portion). I’ve been putting off writing the last bit but now that I’m done… Enjoy!

Jason stumbled away from the window, the chilly draft seeping through the glass sent a shiver down his spine. He hastily pulled it shut behind him, the latch clicking into place with a satisfying thud. His hands, numb from the cold, fumbled with the bolt, the metal feeling icy against his skin as he secured it tightly. As he turned away from the window, the warmth of the room enveloped him, a stark contrast to the biting cold outside. His cheeks and ears tingled with the rush of blood returning, a sensation akin to pins and needles. 

With a sigh of relief, he unclasped his helmet, feeling the weight of it lift from his head, leaving his hair tousled and his forehead damp with sweat. Peering out of the window one last time, he drew the curtains closed, the fabric whispering against the glass as it obscured his view. Intent on making his way to the couch to rest before heading to bed, Jason’s movements were halted by an unexpected obstacle. His shin collided with the sharp edge of the coffee table, the pain shooting through his leg like a bolt of lightning. 

“Fuck,” he hissed, his breath hitching in his throat as he clenched his jaw against the pain. He glared down into the abyss where he assumed the table was situated. Rubbing his throbbing shin, Jason's gaze darted to the flicker of light in the kitchen. 

And there you were, standing in the warm light, your presence a welcome sight in the dimness of the room. Your expression was unreadable, a mixture of amusement and annoyance as you leaned against the counter, arms crossed over your chest.

Your hair was mussed, most of it up in a messy bun while some strands fell into your face. A few blanket lines were pressed into your skin, just on the apple of your cheek. You were still in your pajamas—a pair of sweatpants and Jason’s old band tee. 

There was nothing special about your attire nor the expression you wore. And yet, Jason’s shoulders fell loose. “Hey, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice soft with fatigue as he offered you a weary smile. You turned your head slightly, your lips curling into a faint smile as you watched Jason hobble toward you. The fatigue in his voice mirrored the weariness in his eyes, but there was a warmth there, a familiarity that softened the lines of his face.

“Rough night, honey?” You asked, the concern evident in your tone as you pushed yourself off the counter, closing the distance between you. Jason nodded, his steps slow and deliberate as he approached you. You wrapped your arms around his waist, tilting your head up as a silent invitation for a sweet peck. He snaked his arms around your shoulders and leaned down to peck your lips—he knew he stank from the snowfall. 

You wrinkled your nose and pulled away from him. “You stink.” You pulled away completely, merely reaching out a hand. Your fingers brushed against his arm as you guided him to the nearest chair, nudging him to sit down for a few minutes. He pouted when you started to step away, hands landing on your hips and tugging you to stay put. 

“Stay for a mo’, sweetheart,” he managed to mutter out through his utter exhaustion, your presence creating an atmosphere so soothing that it was lulling him to sleep. You gave in with little to no resistance, combing your fingers through his hair and stepping close enough for him to rest his forehead against your stomach. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” you whispered, still working your gentle fingers into his scalp. You scratched his neck lightly with the tips of your nails. “How’s Roy doing?” 

“He’s fine.” Jason’s words were fast, but slurred. With each stroke, Jason felt the tension in his muscles begin to melt away. His eyes were drooping shut and he was overwhelmed with love, squeezing his arms around your waist. “Why you up, sweetheart?” 

“Came to grab some water,” you told him softly, “but then I heard you dropping into the fire escape and thought I would just wait for you.”

“In the dark?” Jason's voice was tinged with amusement, a hint of laughter bubbling up from deep within him. He could feel the vibrations from your little giggles against his cheek. He opened his eyes fully to look up at you, chin now resting where his cheek was just a second ago. Your eyes were just a bit puffy from sleep and the blanket lines were fading on your cheek, but he could tell you were tired. Jason could sense the weariness in your frame, the effort it took for you to stay on your feet and not lean your whole weight against him.

“I wasn’t going to turn them on and burn my eyes,” you remarked with a lazy eye roll. You grinned then, a twinkle in your eyes telling him that you planned on teasing him for something now. “How’s your shin?” His shoulders shook with laughter, the drowsiness disappearing for the time being as he pulled on your waist. He sat up straighter, your stomach pressing into his chest. 

He waited for your laughter to die down before he spoke. “I’m better now,” he confessed, his fingers tracing absent-minded patterns on your back as he savored the feeling of you being close. The scent of your shampoo and perfume mixing in with something entirely you. He leaned in closer to you, head tilting up to look at you. Your eyes flickered between his, seemingly flustered with the way he was looking at you. 

You pecked his lips and whispered, “You still stink.” 

It was one of those rare nights Jason was home the whole night. 

It was rare for Jason to be home at night, but even rarer for the sun to be out for an entire week in Gotham. It was known for its rain clouds and sloshy snow. Gotham was a little less dangerous in the summer when the sun stayed up longer than usual, glaring down on people’s backs harshly. The criminals seemed to decrease their daily dosage of bad and hid in the gleaming rays, wearing smiles on their faces and enjoying the few days of pure sunlight. 

Dick, being the doting older brother he was, chose to give everyone a few days off of patrol, including Bruce. Not that everyone had willingly agreed; they were either bribed or blackmailed. Dick had some pictures of little Damian snuggled up to his Batman plushie and told Tim that he would have no access to any internet if he did go on patrol. Dick had something on Bruce that he wouldn’t share with anyone—nobody really wanted to know anyway. Even Jason had to be bribed with the reminder that his time off would be spent with you. 

That was exactly what Jason did on his free nights. 

If you two weren’t cuddled up in bed, bare and vulnerable to each other, you two were nestled together on the couch. A movie or TV show would be playing in the background, forgotten as Jason left a path of kisses from your jaw to your collarbone. He would pay extra attention to the spot that made you squirm and tug his hair before kissing your lips sweetly. It was a silent promise of more. His hands would travel around your body, sometimes lifting your hands off of him and kissing your knuckles slowly. 

If you were up and going around the apartment you both shared, Jason was right behind you, eager to help you with mundane tasks. In the kitchen, his hand would land on your hip from behind you, a pat to your side before he grabbed something you couldn’t reach. Sometimes his arms would wrap around your middle, repeating the steps for a recipe. Other times, he would grab the things in your hand and start pestering you to sit down while he handled the food. 

Most of the time, it would end up with you sitting on the kitchen island while he was between your legs and trading lazy kisses. 

Tonight, you were perched up on the kitchen island, clad in Jason’s briefs and shirt with him standing between your legs. His hands were resting on your hips as he tugged you near the edge, lips drowning the small gasp you let out. Slow, languid kisses were being traded, so full of love that your head was spinning with the need of more. Or less. You didn’t know which it was with his hands starting to wander under your shirt, kneading the soft skin as he pulled away from your lips for a breather. 

“I love you,” he whispered, not waiting for your response as he kissed you lazily. His hands started on two different paths. One trailed up your spines, fingers tickling the curve of your back as the other went down towards your thigh. You let out a noise between a moan and whimper when his hand fisted some of your hair and tilted your head back gently for better access. His hand squeezed your thigh when he pulled away again, staring at you with a dopey grin on his face. 

When he kept staring, you asked, “What?” Your voice was low and husky, staring back at him with a growing shy smile. His cheeks were tinged with red and his lips were swollen, hair mused from your own wandering hands. He looked so good. 

He merely shook his head and said, “I just really, really love you.” Then he kissed you again, not again waiting for you to respond with your own declaration. You knew he knew you loved him just as much as he loved you so you kissed him back, arms wrapping around his neck and pulled him down a little. A few seconds later, he pulled away again, looking at you exactly the way he was before and fully intending to tell you how much he loved you.

“I—”

“I love you too, honey,” you cut in with a giggle at his agape mouth. You weaved your hands through his hair and tilted your head towards him, lips just mere inches away. “I am absolutely, completely, and insanely in love with you, Jason Todd.”

He grinned, kissed you hard, and then said, “I am deadly in love with you, Y/N Y/S.” 

Jason gracefully landed on his feet, tugging the window close behind him. He didn’t bother checking for any tailing and closed the curtains. A smile tugged at his lips when he caught your face lit under the only source of light in the living room. You were snuggled up in the armchair with a blanket or two piled on your curled up knees, a book leaning against your legs and open with your fingers. The lamp next to you flickered slightly, the bulb ready to be replaced. As were the others in the apartment. 

You looked up after a moment, eyes falling from his head to his shoes slowly. “You okay?” You asked quietly, a slight croak to your vowels that told him you hadn’t spoken since he left. He nodded slowly, hands coming up to click the little button under his helmet to remove it from his head. He didn’t bother fixing his hair. He smiled sadly at you and removed his shoes on the little mat that you had placed under the window after a particularly muddy mess he had made in the house. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he mumbled, making his way to you timidly. His mind was still reeling from the fight you both had before he left, a hole building up in his chest that he wouldn’t be able to fill until he was sure you were still here with him. 

You let out a small sigh and extended a hand for him to latch on to with his gloved hands. Your other hand placed the book upside down under the lamp. Your eyes flickered down to his glove, brows slightly pinched as you started removing it. The sound of velcro being pulled apart filled the void for a few seconds as you moved from one hand to another, still not meeting his eyes. He shifted his weight unconsciously and waited for your eyes to meet his again. Then, when his gloves had been pulled apart, you tugged on his hands. 

He felt your resolve crumble slightly when you looked up at him and whispered, “Sit with me, please.” You moved up a little, your other hand holding up the blankets for him to get under. He moved as fast and gently as he could, yearning for your body warmth against his. His leathers were uncomfortable and one of his guns stabbed into his thigh, but he wouldn’t complain about it. He wouldn’t complain about a gun shot if you were asking him to sit with you. He wouldn’t even feel it. 

“I’m sorry,” he repeated in a murmur, enclosing his arms around your form. You shifted to sit across his lap, adjusting the blankets around you. He was sweating under his layered leathers, but he shivered when your hand ghosted his neck. You undid his leather jacket and pushed it down his shoulders. He obliged and threw to the couch without taking his eyes off of you, his white tank top cladding his form. You pressed your hand against his chest, right over where his heart was beating for you. 

“I just want you to be careful,” you whispered. You tapped his chest twice with the tips of your fingers, looking up at him with your glossy orbs. “I need you to be careful.” Your vowels cracked at the edges a little, bottom lip a little wobbly. 

His heart seemed to break at the confession, willing it to piece itself back together, but he could hear it beating in the deafening silence. He leaned his head down, forehead pressing into yours with a silent promise to do better. To be better for you. 

“I will,” he said instead of all the other things he had said to you while leaving. At the time of his departure, it felt like too much. Like you were doubting his skills and wit to stay alive. He knew his nighttime activities were dangerous and just as hard for you as they were for him. He grabbed your hand when you went to move it from his chest to keep it there. “You’re the reason I want to be careful, sweetheart.” 

You took a breath. “I know.” You nodded and let your eyes trail to his forearms. “You should change. Maybe take a quick shower, too. You stink. Definitely change.”

He had forgotten all about the uncomfortable leathers and the gun that was stabbing into him as he held you. His mind was already spitting out ways he could make it up to you. Even if he had apologized and you had forgiven him, he couldn’t get the image of your eyes filled with tears out of his head. He could definitely start with holding your hand and letting you tug him to the bathroom. 

Jason quietly landed on the mat, wiping his muddy shoes and toeing them off carefully. His eyes flickered around the silent apartment, heart clenching as he looked back outside for any goons that might have followed him. He did a few sweeps of the alleyway and hoped that there was no one lurking in the shadows that was hell bent on finding Red Hood. He sighed softly as he did one last sweep for the goons that he had encountered on his way here. No one was there, he told himself as he locked the window and closed the curtains shut. 

He turned away from the window and made his way through the living room to the kitchen, his dry throat cursing at him for not taking a sip of Dick’s water when he had offered. He grabbed a glass and filled it blindly, chugging it down and taking another glass full. He moved over and opened the fridge. The refrigerator’s light made him squint as he ducked down to see if there were any leftovers from dinner. He moved a few things around and grabbed a box of sushi that you had probably ordered. 

As he sat down at the kitchen island to eat he heard a muffled groan from your shared bedroom. His eyes flickered up, resting steadily on the door to the right in the short hallway. He held his breath and waited for any other sounds or movement. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but he had hoped that maybe you had woken up. 

It was a rough night and all he really wanted to do was hold you—or let you hold him. It usually started off with his arms wrapped around your waist and holding you to his chest, laying you on top of him slowly but surely. Sometimes, he tugged you a bit quickly if you were awake. After a while, your body would start drooping over his side and onto the bed. Then you would tug him over to rest his body over yours, moving his head to your chest to listen to your heart. Your nails would scratch at his head and one finger would trail on his spine. 

But there were no other noises arising from your bedroom. It made him deflate slightly, sighing as he munched into a piece of sushi bitterly. It was selfish to want you awake just to comfort him. He knew he should be glad that you were getting your sleep, working irregular shifts at your job because one of your coworkers, a good friend of yours, had a baby. But he still felt the desire to wake you with his selfishness and want of comfort. He finished his sushi with a few more bites, now eager to see you. 

He threw away the empty box, eyes now adjusted to the dark. He made his way to the hallway bathroom, not wanting to bother you with the light or the noise of the shower. It made too much noise nowadays. You wanted him to take a look at it after you couldn’t find anything, but he had been putting it off for days. He took the quickest shower he could, trying to get most of the dirt out of his hair. He looked at his reflection, wincing at the purple bruise blooming on his cheekbone rapidly. There was no point in icing it now; it would do nothing. 

He entered your shared bedroom, only to realize that you were awake. Reading his first edition of Pride & Prejudice under the lowest setting of your bedside lamp and cuddled up under the blankets. Your eyes merely flickered up to him for a moment before darting back to the book. He wanted to scoff. He wanted to laugh. He wanted to do everything to grab your attention. He wondered if you had noticed his bruise or not. Probably not. You usually fretted over him, even for the smallest cut that appeared on him. 

“Sweetheart?” He looked at you carefully, wondering if he had accidentally done something he shouldn’t have for your silent treatment. You hummed before he could think a bit further. “I thought you would be asleep.” 

You stretched, closing the book and looking at him properly. “Couldn’t sleep without you.” You looked at him with tired eyes, now taking in his bruise. You beckoned him over with your head. He slipped under the covers towards you, letting you cup his cheeks. A sigh escaped his lips at the slightest stroke of your thumb over his bruise. Your touch was a much better remedy than ice or painkillers. 

“Did you ice it?” From the way you had asked him, he was sure that you knew he hadn’t. He shook his head ever so slightly, not wanting your hands to move from his face as he stared at your face. His eyes drank in every little feature, the curve of your nose, the little smile lines against your eyes. Every little feature. 

“Missed you,” he mumbled, eyes growing heavy with sleep in your presence. You smiled softly and repeated the words back to him with a peck on his lips. Jason knew when he slept tonight, he wouldn’t have to deal with dark shadows painting his dreams. Instead he would smile slightly as he held you close with rose-tinted shadows grazing his eyes.

Jason loves being told ‘i love you’

It’s hard to hear sometimes, and even harder to say back, but he loves you too.

He consistently underestimates and undermines how validating and how much it aides his psyche. Being told he did a good job or that he is needed, even for small accomplishments at home, it washes away a lot of anxiety and misdirected frustration from himself.

Even Dick, after noticing the reaction you typically elicit, follows your approach in stroking his ego and validating Jason’s sense of self. Dick enjoys having his little brother lean on him, it’s something that makes his heart swell. And while JT isn’t always privy to the fact that he’s being emotionally coddled, sometimes it becomes hard to receive.

He doesn’t want to believe that he’s somehow a good person or doing good things, and thats just something that comes with being anxiety ridden. You never force positivity onto Jason though, but remain secure in your thoughts and sentiments. It’s very reassuring because your critics on him are consistently genuine which makes the value on your opinion highly regarded.

At what point does it change from maladaptive daydreaming about a specific character to you being 19 years old and having an imaginary friend.

Batfam Lightsabers

Here’s my take on the lightsaber colors of the Batfamily. This is purely opinion so please don't take it too seriously. 

Bruce: Purple, I feel like he’s constantly walking the line between light and dark and his lightsaber would reflect that.

Dick: Blue, he’s hyper focused on physicality so this would reaffirm that. He’d be a knight for sure. (that doesn't mean he isn't smart!)

Barbara: Yellow, she’ll always be oracle to me.

Jason: Red, he’d be a darksider but not a Sith, you know? Like, he’s an angry individual but also not evil. 

Cass: Orange, she’s highly skilled in combat but she’s just a genuinely peaceful person.

Tim: Yellow, this color was made for him and you can not convince me otherwise. An entire faction that depends on tech just as much as the force? Sign Tim up.

Steph: Pink, I have no idea why it just seems like something she would do. Just get the rarest and most misunderstood lightsaber color like it’s no big deal.

Duke: Green, he has powers already so I feel like that would transfer over to him being more focused on the force and stuff.

Damian: White, he’s constantly being pulled between the light side (his father) and the dark side (his mother). His lightsaber should reflect less of a struggle and more of neutrality.

Their Light | Bucky x reader x Jason

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN!Reader X Jason Todd WC: 1,294 CW: Fluff, kinda angsty, slight talks of anxiety, no use of Y/N, Poly relationship Authors Note: I had this idea the other day and I loved it but I couldn't find anything on this. I never wrote a fic before so this is my first one so im sorry if you hate it

Summary: Just you loving Bucky and Jason

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“Buckyyyy.." Bucky couldn't help but smile a little at hearing you whine.

"Yes doll?" Bucky said, looking up at you.

"What time did Jay say he was coming home?" You asked with a slight pout. Bucky chuckled and smiled softly at your pouting and at the mention of Jason.

When Bucky came back to himself, when he could finally be done being The Winter Soldier, he felt that he was unworthy of love from anyone so he pushed the idea away. Then reluctantly became a member of The earth's mightiest heroes.

Then Bucky made a choice to leave the Avenger to leave New York for Gotham to retire and finally just be James Buchanan Barnes he didn't think that he'd fall for anyone. He wasn’t supposed to fall for anyone.

After everything he did, all the people he hurt, people he killed, the lives he forever altered he thought love would never be in the cards for a guy like him, so it wasn't in the plan to fall for anyone. Especially someone who was a vigilante.

A person who helped keep the citizens of Gotham safe. He didn't think he'd fall for someone let alone Jason, let alone The Red Hood. But he did.

He got lucky with not only finding someone as loving and caring as you but also someone like Jason.

Jason and Bucky understood one another better than he thought two people could ever understand each other. They could walk hand in hand through the darkness in a way no one ever could for either of them, they both had done things that they've grown to regret, things that made them hate themselves, that have made them feel undeserving of love from anyone, undeserving of anyone caring for them.

But then they found each other, then they found you.

You brought them out of the dark, you were a light, their light. You help remind them that there's more to them than the darkness that they carry, that they deserved light despite everything that happened, everything that they had done or whatever they went through.

"He didn't say doll. He should be back any minute, he's usually done around this time." Bucky said while grabbing your hand and giving it a light squeeze to try and help reassure you.

You sighed and closed your eyes, trying to ground yourself for a moment, to lessen the anxiety and the stress you felt. You knew Jason would be home soon. You knew that. You only asked to get some kind of reassurance.

Jason had been a vigilante for years, he knew what he was doing, but accidents happen. Accidents have happened to Jason. But that was before you and Bucky.

The three of you didn't know each other before Jason died you never knew Jason as the trouble making kid that tried to steal tires off the Batmobile in Crime Alley. The kid that got taken away from Bruce, Dick and Alfred too soon. You both got there after. After Red Hood first came (or came back) to Gotham after the fighting, the pushing and pulling between The Batman and Red Hood.

You open your eyes when you hear the window in the kitchen that leads to the fire escape open. You get up from where you and Bucky were sitting in the living room to walk to the kitchen to see someone crawling through the window. That person was your other boyfriend, the infamous Jason Peter Todd. You can't help the smile that spreads across your face when you see him in the kitchen still in his gear from his patrol.

You always felt better when both of your boys were home, where you knew they were safe.

Jason takes off his helmet and looks at you with a smile as you walk up to him to wrap yourself around him. He holds you, his arms wrapped around your back while your arms are around his back, while your head goes on his chest.

"Hi sweets." Jason says softly after kissing the top of your head.

He knows how anxious you can get when he's on patrol so he always gives you a second when he gets back to help reassure you that he's really there. That he's home, he's safe. It only takes a few more seconds before you feel another large body pressed into your back, its Bucky, now you're squished between two of your favorite people.

You treasure moments like this.

While Bucky and Jason greet each other and talk, you sit there and just soak up the moment. You can hear them talk but nothing is really registering to you at the moment. After a little while Bucky pulls away and then Jason grabs your chin with his thumb and pointer finger making you look up at him.

"I'm gonna go shower, alright sweets?" Jason said with a small smile then kisses your head softly as you give a small nod and then he goes off to your shared bedroom.

"Are you okay doll?" Bucky asks after a second.

"Yeah I'm fine, just you know my anxiety can get the best of me sometimes." You say with a small shrug, bucky looks at you with a small smile and wraps his arms around you.

"It's okay I know your mind can get the best of you sometimes but he's safe and he's home okay?" you nod and just lean into bucky for a minute.

"Let's get dinner warmed up doll." Bucky says after a few minutes and you nod at him with a smile.

You and Bucky start to warm up the pasta and chicken that was made earlier. You like eating with all three of you together as much as possible so on nights when you knew Jason or Bucky wouldn't be home till kinda late you'd make dinner so that it can be warmer up later so all of you could eat together.

It was important to you to spend that time together, that was one of the things both men loved about you how you always valued the small moments.

After a few minutes of you and Bucky warming up food, laughing and talking, Jason comes out with black sweats on and towel draped over his wet hair.

He smiles at the sight of you and Bucky just laughing and smiling at each other, it's one of his favorite things to see. The two people he loves more than anything being happy and in love.

Jason walks up behind Bucky and wraps his arms around him and then smiles at you, Bucky smiles and looks over his shoulder at Jason and gives him a kiss after a few seconds they pull away and smile at each other. You can't help but let the sight warm your heart. Jason pulled away from Bucky to walk towards you and put his hands on the counter you were leaning on trapping you between the counter and him, he smiles down at you and gives you a kiss that shamelessly shakes you to your core.

When he pulls away from the kiss, you smile at him and he looks at you with those green eyes that you love so much, those eyes that make you melt in an instant.

"Dinner smells good sweets, Thanks for waiting for me, both of you." Jason says and at the end of his sentence he looks over his shoulder at Bucky while Bucky looks at you both with a smile on his face.

"We'll always wait for you Jay." You say hugging Jason while Bucky walks behind him to hug both of you sandwiching Jason in between you and Bucky.

"Always.” Bucky says without hesitation kissing Jason's head

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Jason Todd has ‘IICYIFY’ vibes and I live for it

Ppl who draw Jason with autopsy scars are doing the lords work 🫡

*shrugs* I mean it's true 😌

15, from the music asks list?

Omg I Could cry!! Thank you so much for asking!!

For number fifteen, a song I relate to, I’d go with Love Me Like You Used to - Lord Huron

Speaking of that song, the more I think about the lyrics it describes Jason and Bruce’s estranged father son relationship😭

Jason: Realizing he should not have went after the joker alone

*cue dumb ways to die starts playing*

Me : crying and grieving

Also me when I see my fanfic get so many likes :

Pfft- 🤣

BatDad doesn't know words like peace and tranquility. Batman: Wayne family adventures - Episode 34: Recovery

Jason: Oh god, he texted you ‘hi.’’ punctuation only means one thing, Tim. They're mad at you.  Tim: No, it's Damian. They're just being gramatically correct!  *meanwhile*  Damian: And then I used a period so they'd know that I'm mad at them.  Dick : A period doesn't say 'I'm mad', it says 'you're dead to me'.  Damian: I stand by my choice.

Bi bats

So as a fan, I’ve come to the conclusion that the batboys are bisexual and next I will explain why.

Dick:

We all know Dick has been with Babs and Kori but Dick/Wally just has a special something to it.

Jason:

Yes, he has been with women but you cannot come and tell me that what is between him and Roy is just friendship, it is more than that and we all know it. So he is bi.

Tim:

He has a relationship with Steph, I get it but I also stan timkon and there’s that.

Damian:

Last but not least is the demon spawn whom in the dcau has been paired with Raven and I have to admit that my heart went for that ship but the amount of fanart that I have seen on this site made me notice that I am not the only one that desperately wants him to end up with Jon.

In conclusion I stan the batboys being bi and even when he is not the best parent in the world, I certainly picture Bruce to be incredibly supportive to his kids on that note.

Happy Pride

For all his scars, Jason truly couldn’t understand how you were so adamant on calling him beautiful every day without fail.

You have been together for years, enough for him to note that you aren’t one to drop words without feeling them, however for all his brain capacity, he still couldn’t wrap his head around you looking at him; nasty J scar on almost the entirety of his left cheek or every other jagged line of terribly healed wounds gained over the years; holding his face between your hands as if he was made of glass before speaking the same set of words as every day of the last few years.

“You’re beautiful, Jason”.

He liked to think that after coming back from death and all the shit he has gone through since forever, there is a very small list of things that are still capable of surprising him but there you were, at the very top with your kind words; specially those. He sees himself in the mirror every morning before getting into the shower, there are days when the pain creeps up his back like a ghost summoned by those scars and in those instances he has to look away to avoid puking.

Then why? Why were you so hell bent on telling him that lie? Sure, he knew you didn’t consider it to be a lie per se or else you’d never say it; always honest to a fault; but how? You were the most amazing person he’d ever encountered, you were perfect in every way; fitting like a puzzle piece in his arms; so how could you in all your perfection, look at him and call him beautiful? Not handsome, beautiful. How could you choose such a word that would only begin to describe you, you were the beautiful one in his eyes, so why were you so generous by giving him a compliment that should only ever be used to describe the likes of you and not him; never a monster like him.

You on your part knew, you noticed every time how his eyes would open up just a millimeter in surprise to your words, nevermind that you had been saying them to his face for the last two years, but you couldn’t help it, he really was beautiful, those pretty green eyes full of fire and wit, a strong built that revealed him as a fighter, those scars that told a story of struggle unlike any other but that still weren’t enough to keep him down proving himself a true survivor and all that without mentioning how despite the way he went about delivering justice he had a good heart; you were well aware of the orphans he took care of and he was always so sweet to you.

He was beautiful, you just wished he could come to see it one day, but in the meantime you had no qualms on repeating it to him, maybe after a while of hearing it he’ll learn to believe it.