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Dick mindlessly drummed on your legs that were resting on his thighs, something you’d grown accustomed to as you sat or laid together on the couch. “What song is that?”

“The Batman Song.” He told you. “I made it up on patrol when I was a kid. Still get it stuck in my head sometimes.” Dick explained and you laughed at him, turning down the TV.

“Sing it for me.” You propped your head up on the side of the couch and awaited a serenade, watching Dick dramatically clear his throat with a smirk and raised his hands, ready to tap his rhythm again.

“Da na na na, na na na na, Batman!” Dick awaited your reaction and you stared at him with an entertained smile. “That’s it.”

“It’s so…you.”

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Imagine this with your crush:(Or fictional, celebrity, etc.)

Imagine you’re at your school dance(homecoming, prom etc.), in your beautiful dress/suit that you’ve been getting compliments on. The only person you wanted to compliment you was them. They were there, of course, but they didn’t see you. Sighing heavily, you sit down and place your hands behind you as you breath in and out.

Then, someone sits beside you and you look over. It’s them. You’ve been the one to initiate conversations, but now, you were just over it. You were about to be over them, over the butterflies every time you talk, over the jealousy you saw when they would talk to someone else, just over it.

“I have something to tell you.” They say. You hum in reply. Probably about someone else of course.

“I like you.” They says. Tears blur in your yes. A part of you wanted to believe it, but another part said it was a prank. A cruel prank.

You stand up. “Don’t- Don’t fuck around with me on this. Don’t you dare.” You say. “This isn’t a joke-” They start to say, bringing you close but you push away.

Every time you had a crush, someone would always find out and tell them. And your crush would come up and fake confess- leading you to be a laughing stock.

And that wasn’t going to happen ever again.

“COME ON OUT EVERYONE!” You call out. “Y/n, this isn’t a joke! I like you!” “AND I’VE LOVED YOU SINCE EIGTH GRADE!” You say.

“I have too. I was scared you would reject me.” They mutter. Your eyes widen slightly. “I wouldn’t.” “I didn’t know.”

The both of you look in each other’s eyes, searching for true feelings. “Can I kiss you?”

You give a small smile. “If you want too.” They smash their lips against yours and you kiss back. You both break away momentarily, C/n whispering I loves you before kissing you again.

“I love you.” They say. “So much. So, So much.” They say, rubbing your back. “I love you too. More than you can imagine.” You say. They lean in and kiss you.

BONUS:

Your BFF who accompanied you to the dance walked outside to see what happened to you. Then, she sees you and C/n locking lips. (Okay note, your C/n just in my case is hella popular). She squeals and you both pull away. “F/n-” “Oh, wait till Monday.”

Sorry this sucks! It’s almost time for my BF to come pick me up for school. I love each and every one of you and remember- I don’t chase, I attract<3

Oh and P.S. I also take requests.

IDFC if I’m late. This girl is amazing.

Listen to me kat, dick & Jason tag team where the just tease you like can u imagine how much of a menace both of them together would be?

SHARING IS CARING FEATURING JASON TODD AND DICK GRAYSON

DESCRIPTION: just a threesome with your fave brothers <3

WORD COUNT: 1898

CONTENTS: threesome, edging, vibrator use, praise, degradation, mocking, orgasm denial, oral (giving + receiving), mandhandling, throat fucking, spit roasting, overstim, afab reader, fem reader, cervix fucking, squirting, mating press, unprotected sex (no cumming inside tho), unedited

A/N: this ended up not following the prompt at all oops

“look jay, she’s trembling.” dick coos out, tone dripping with mockery as he looks down at you. 

you’re currently splayed out on the bed, hands tied to the bed frame, leaving you helpless and at the mercy of the two men. you’re stripped bare, heated and needy body writhing on the bed sheets, desperate for their touches. 

a vibrator rests against your drooling cunt, pressing against your sensitive clit and making you buck your hips up, humping against the air. 

“oh, poor thing. how're you feeling baby?” jason sports a fake pout on his face, before breaking out in a smirk. 

“need- need you please,” you can barely gasp it out, moans interrupting every syllable. “wanna cum!”

“oh, hear that, dick? she needs us. isn’t she adorable?” jason ignores you completely, instead turning to address dick. 

“the cutest. come on, we’ve teased her long enough haven't we?” the vibrator shuts off with a click of the remote in dick’s hand. 

you inwardly rejoice inside, knowing that dick was about to stop the torture that you’ve been enduring. the torture, of course, being the fact that one of the brothers would stop the toy the moment you neared orgasm, bringing you to the edge and back for what has felt like an eternity. breaking your mind and melting your sensibility away until you were nothing but a needy mess. 

the bed dips beneath dick’s weight as he settles near the edge of the bed, positioning himself near your dripping slit. his hand picks up the small toy and tosses it on the bedside table, before turning his attention back to you. 

two calloused fingers trace through your folds, making a broken sob escape your lips.

“look how wet she is, jay. our princess is so perfect.” dick holds up the fingers, now shiny with your slick. jason steps forward before grabbing dick’s wrist, wrapping his lips around the digits and sucking it clean. the younger male lets out a hum of satisfaction before replying.

“she sure is, so sweet too.”

“is that so? i want a taste…” dick trails off the end of his sentence, now focused on repositioning his body as close to your sex as possible.

the way the two were talking about you like you weren’t even there- like you were just some sex object- turned you on incredibly, making the heat inside you triple. 

dick changes his kneeling position to a laying one, his stomach against the bed as he presses his face into your cunt, hands gripping your thighs and resting them against his broad shoulders.  

your thighs clasps around his head the moment you feel his tongue against your folds. his nose bumps against your clit, racking your spine with shivers. 

dick flattens his tongue, lapping at your sopping cunt before pushing his tongue into your fluttering hole. you wished you could tangle your hair into his raven locks, but the only thing you could do to ground yourself was press your nails into your palm. your eyes close shut as whimpers and babbles pour out of you.

dick’s tongue presses against your walls, an obscene slurping noise erupting out as he savors your juices. 

you can hear shuffling in the room before feeling a tugging at your wrists. you open your eyes to see jason loosening your bonds.

“you can’t have all the fun, dickie bird. don’t be selfish.” he tutts out. 

jason lets the rope drop to the floor, motioning dick to move while he repositions you. 

jason scoops up your body in his arms, lifting you off the mattress with no effort at all. he turns his body, dropping you onto your stomach. you let out a gasp at the sudden impact. 

jason clicks his tongue. “turn to me sweetheart.” 

you follow his orders. your head was now leaning over the side of the bed, laying across the mattress.

“alright, now open that pretty mouth for me.”

you obey him once more, parting your lips and letting your tongue stick out. jason places the pad of his thumb on your muscle, and you instinctively close your mouth around him, sucking at the digit. 

“fuck.” jason groans out, feeling his cock throb at your obedience. he removes the finger, hands now working at freeing himself from his cargo pants.

dick now occupies the space behind you, kneeling on the floor as he dives into your cunt once more. dick inserts two fingers into your dripping sex, making a scissoring motion and stretching you out. you bite your lips to keep down the wanton cry trying to escape your throat.

dick’s lips wrap around your bud, sucking it and making your kick your legs up. the older brother uses his older hand to grab your ankles, bringing them together and pushing them against your lower back. the pads of his fingers curl up against your sweet spot, a place that both brothers have long since memorized. 

your head drops down as you moan, before jason grips your chin and redirects your point of view. his other hand is pumping his girthy cock, the tanned tip of it shines with a drop of precum. the sight makes your mouth water. 

jason’s hand moves to your cheeks, squishing it and making you open for him. he slides the head of his cock against your lips, slathering the salty pre all over it. your tongue peeks out once again to lick it up.

“god, such a perfect little slut we got here.” jason laughs out. “open wide, sweetheart.”

the second your lips part enough, jason slides his cock inside. groaning as the feeling of your warm mouth envelopes him. your tongue runs along his shaft, gliding along his pulsing veins. 

he reels his hips back before inching in again, this time making sure the tip of his cock reached the back of your throat. you gagged slightly, your jaw already aching from the size of him. your nose pressed against his pelvis, his pubes tickling your nose. jason smells of musk and cigarettes- pinewood and ash. the epitome of masculinity. your hands leave their place beside you to grip onto jason’s thighs, your nails slightly digging into the toned flesh. 

dick’s fingers continue to drag against your walls, wet slapping noises adding to the cacophony of filth in the room. his fingers are long and thick, easily reaching places inside you that you could never even dream to. dick smiles against your cunt as he feels your fingers fluttering against his digits. 

“i think she’s gonna cum, jay. our baby’s gonna make a mess, yeah?” he chuckles out, before going back to tasting you.

you could only nod your head, your mouth stuffed full as jason thrusts his cock in and out of your face. tears prick your eyes from the overwhelming sensations, body erupting in goosebumps. 

your orgasm hits you hard, like you ran full speed into a brick wall. the sensitivity from your previous denied orgasms making your climax much stronger. flames engulfed your body as you twitched and writhed on the bed. tears fall freely from your face, streaking your cheeks. 

jason huffs out strained sighs as you moaned against his cock, making vibrations buzz along the shaft. your nails are now fully digging into his thighs, making crescent marks behind. 

jets of your juices squirted out, soaking dick’s face and fingers. dick continues to lap at your cunt, making you tremble under him.

you try to shout out “too much!” but it’s muffled by jason’s cock. 

dick continues until he’s certain he’s gathered all of your essence, before standing up and making eye contact with jason. he sucks at each of his digits, cleaning them off and releasing them with a loud pop. jason smiles in response, winding his fingers into your hair to fuck into you faster. 

behind you, dick releases himself from his pants, as well. after stepping out of his boxers and sweats, he grips your hips: lifting your bottom half up and repositioning you into a kneeling position.

he grabs his cock and aligns himself with you, sinking in with a groan. you were still wet and sensitive from your previous orgasm, your walls clamping down against him as he inched his way inside. 

“pussy’s sucking me in, i can’t get enough.” he huffs out. 

dick draws his hips back, before slamming it back into you, the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix. his hands have a harsh grip onto your waist, using it to pull you back into his thrusts. each ram of his cock inside you knocks the air from your lungs,

it feels like your body is on fire, your veins like electricity and constantly sending sparks that are melting your brain. the overstimulation is so much, you feel like your body is about to give out at any second. your body feels fuzzy and you want to sink into the bed. 

dick picks up a steady rhythm, the clap of his pelvis against your red ass echoing through the room. beads of sweat drip from his forehead as he focuses on angling his head to hit your soft spot. when he does, you keen. dragging your nails down jason’s thighs, which makes him hiss.

jason releases himself from your mouth, a string of drool connecting it back to your lips. his hand pumps at his cock, before his balls tightened and he shoots his seed on the ground. 

jason’s chest heaves as he catches his breath, falling back into the recliner behind him. his eyes hazed over as he just enjoys the show before him.

dick pulls his cock out from you, using his grip on your waist to flip you over once again and pull you closer. you’re now centered on the bed, back on your back again.

dick’s hands move to the back of your thighs, pushing them up and pressing them against your chest. he bullies his cock into you again, and you swear you could feel his cock in your throat at this angle. 

his pace was fast this time, hips knocking against yours, cock pummeling in and out of your cunt, head positioned right at your soft spot everytime. he had you seeing stars, white fuzz blurring your vision. his violent rams had slick splashing out of your pussy, coating his abs and cock, and dirtying the sheets under you. drool was dripping from your lips, you being too fucked stupid to even notice.

your thighs started shaking under his grip, eyes rolling back into your head. his hand targeted your clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive bud.

you let out a shuddered cry as you came again, back arched against the bed and hands gripping onto the sheets. pussy once again soaking his cock. aftershocks wracked your body, with you trembling under him. 

you whimpered as dick slid out of you, tears falling rapidly again from the sensitivity. dick followed jason’s actions, pumping himself to completion and spilling himself onto your stomach. 

“hey, it’s okay, pretty girl.” dick shushes you, wiping away your tears. he peppers kisses all over your face, hoping to calm you down.

jason leaves the room to start a bath, the sound of the faucet running audible from the conjoined bathroom. dick scoops you up into his arms, pressing you against his built chest.

“let’s take care of you, shall we?”

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TAGLIST MASTERLIST

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Detective Comics Masterlist

"✧" is for the characters I particularly enjoy writing for

●Harley Quinn ✧

●Poison Ivy ✧

●Dick Grayson

●Jason Todd

●Diana Prince

General Masterlist

“Fuck you Comic Con nerds!” | DC - Batman WIP

Batfam X Isekaied Reader

— in which you, a DC fan gets isekaied into and gets saved by boy wonder. Only to get mad at him and B… it’s only after you calm down (still mad at them) you piece together what actually happened… but should you tell them?

AU: Soulmate (?), isekai Rating: Sfw

Note: You and Damien are the same age and shit. I don’t really remember how old he is but for the sake of fanfiction let’s age him up to 18 (or down I looked it up and it said he was 37? I have no idea where that info was from comic are confusing)

Warning: Y/N swears a lot and makes a like one sexual joke? _________________________________

One minute you were in the greatest, most magical place in the world: Six flags. And the next you were in the sewer. To say you were pissed and totally confused was an understatement. Those funnel cakes by the entrance were calling your name- you were gonna get one before you left! Now instead of that sweet cake smell it was replaced with the smell of shit and piss and whatever else lived in the sewer.

Sixflags was suppose to be relaxing- doctors orders. You just needed to relax and distract from-

You were in the sewers. You dreaded to think about what you may have stepped in while on your quest to find a manhole cover.

So yes, you looked like an idiot in a Superman cape carrying a Wayne enterprises mug wondering around the sewers. The mug was half off and made you feel like you existed in the world of DC instead of the regular merchandise… and the cape was because who doesn’t get a cape when they go to six flags? Or at least bring the cape they already bought with them. Looking back, you blamed the mug. Anyway, you were wandering around this horrible sewer with water greener then green. It seriously looked toxic… when you heard this horrible roar…

You glanced back from where you came- looking towards the sound, when you heard it again. So, like any sane person. You broke out into a sprint.

Bad ideas, because it heard you and was coming closer now.

You seriously doubted you would be able to outrun this thing for long. It was getting closer and rapidly. But, thankfully, luck was on your side- because you saw a manhole cover!

Climbing the ladder you pushed the thing open-

Only to almost get ran over by a fucking car! “Watch it!” You cursed at the speeding car, a certain finger proudly in the air as you climb out. Momentarily forgetting about the creature that was chasing you. Remember that you slammed the man hole cover shut in a hurry.

But, did you think you could compete with some monster when it comes to the battle of strength? Yeah, didn’t think so either. It blasted the manhole cover off of its neat little spot and you hurry back and away from the road. “What the- oh my god.” You breath in relief when the thing was too big to actually climb out of the sewers. “Killer croc… okay… I’m losing it… whatever it is…” you try and breath out to collect yourself but you were interrupted by the sound of a very angry lizard man… thing. Crocodile? “Okay fuck off!” You shouted angrily at the villain and rip your cap off. “Abusive aunts or some shit is hard but by god your annoying!” You huff and run away because that just made him more angry and you didn’t want to stick around for that.

You did run away while waving two fingers at him, each from the middle of two of your hands but that was neither here nor there. You just needed to walk away and clear your head-

And…

You bumped into someone on your little escape. A chest of a fucking cosplayer. “My day couldn’t be going worse- oh my god, Fuck you Comic Con nerds!” You swore at the boy in black, red and green. “Six flags was suppose to be fucking relaxing!” You swore at him and turned away to go the opposite way only to bare witness to the snarls of a certain croc

“get back here!” He made the fucking ground shake.

“Fuck you and your shitty Damien cosplay, I am out of here.” You turn and ran from him only he to met with the silhouette of a bat… man, it was fucking Batman. “Oh I wonder who it is? Bruce Wayne, no fucking duh, Go fight the idiot on acid and leave me out of it.” You hissed because you were cornered. You tend to lash out when your cornered. He approached you quieter now. “…Oh um, I’ll take the crocodile, thanks.” You spoke as you backed up only for him to make the ground shake harder-

“Fine! Boy wonder then god damn. At least he’s hot!”

“How do You know our names?” Boy wonder piped up. He was suddenly standing beside you.

“Are You dense or really into role play?” You hissed at them. “I don’t know what kind of budget your little prank crew is working with but screw off!” Just then the crocadile managed to ruin the ground around him and break free- resulting in Batman and Robin to fight him and you-

The sane one to run away, “I’m so suing six flags for this- didn’t sign up for their fucking role-play shit.”

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Okay, so after adjusting. You were no longer in six flags- nor some rich nerds cosplay special effects whatever. Hell you didn’t even somehow end up on a movie set shooting for the next Batman. “Gotham more like god dammit, right?” You joked to yourself, and the old women next to you. She just looked at you weirded out and oddly disappointed before shaking her head. “Okay, Fuck me then.”

So, yeah, you were feeling a lot of emotions. Hey, you can adjust to this! Because no way in hell was getting back to your world worth being involved in whatever episode or comic plot this whole thing was. Yeah no, fuck that. You made a checklist.

1. Get out of Gotham (metropolis was lovely, Superman was cool-)

2. Get enough money to fuck off to some corner of the world no one knew about.

And finally 3. Live peacefully knowing you’ll never get that funnel cake.

The only problem? You didn’t have any money, food, shelter, phone, money again, or anything besides the clothes on your back. And you were craving funnel cake. Yes, you were poor in Gotham. That was basically a death sentence.

At least you had a mug. A stupid, useless mug. Hey, at least you can beg for change with it! “I should rob people.” You mutter to yourself because, that seemed like a good easy way to get money- the old women next to you however eyed you warily and moved her purse. “Not you, we’re cool Margaret.” You sent her a wave and a wink and got up. This plan would work.

It was this or sell the Justice leagues names to villains. Which- hey that could make cash and make you dead!

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Despite what people will tell you, stealing is fun.

Who would have guessed- your a natural pick pocket! If pick pocketing was running past women and tugging their bags away. “My bag! My purse!” Okay, maybe you had a bit of a sick sense of humor but you were desperate! And you made 132 dollars and 25 cents. Had it been two days? Yes, had you been pepper sprayed twice? Yes again, but you avoided it!

The only regret you had? Why hadn’t it been marvel? Marvel just seemed easier to live in. Yes the world did end but it bounced back! You sighed and threw a penny in the air. You were honestly tired. Two days was a long time to go without a bed. You couldn’t get a job either, you tired and needed so much to prove you were a serial killer or a thief- which included a birth certificate you didn’t have and so much more. Background checks would be the death of you. Even at that small cafe you met Margret? Yeah it was Margret. “Well we’ll well, if it isn’t Gotham’s newest petty criminal.”

You dropped your penny. Leaving you with 24 cents.

It was Jason fucking Todd.

“If I die, at least make it by those thighs.” You said solemnly, accepting your death. “I mean seriously, you squat or something?” You did a wolf whistle and now you were being detained. Okay, you tried.

You never claimed to be better then a man. And if you did you lied.

“I got her B.”

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“Banananannaan Batman! Da Na!” You sang as Batman’s Batmobile pulled into the bat cave. The same one you had been dragged too. “He’s the crime fighting vigilantes who works alone! Besides Robin, Nightwing, Gordon, the Justice League, batgirl, Red Robin, red hood, Oracle, Barbra, um… I know theirs more help me out jay bird?” You sang as he excited the car. “He refuses to kill the joker who’s a mass murder ands death would save thousands! It’s Batman! The hero man! Danananana!”

“How do You know?” Batman asked as he walked towards you.

“The Song? Oh I improvised. Hard to find rhymes for Batman, hero man is pretty good though, huh?” He fucking punched you! “Fuck! What the hell dude? Wait are you the angry Batman who’s quieter or the nice Batman- god it’s so hard to know which one I ended up with.”

“This is serious.” Dick Said as he grabbed Batman hand and pulled him away from you.

“Heard of coping? penis?” You rolled your eyes, “this is kinda how I do it.”

“You sold our information, or Superman’s information too a villain. Tell us why and how you knew it and we’ll let you go.” He continued, “our friend is in serious danger now because of you.” He gritted his teeth looking upset.

You just rolled your eyes and licked your now bloody teeth. “Would have sold your guys information for a lot more then I got on me. Living large with eight dogs- maybe cats? Don’t know how I feel about animals actually. Which do you prefer dogs or cats?”

“We need to know how many villains you sold us out too.” Dick said calmly, his face getting closer to your own. “Now.”

You smile and lean closer to him. “You free after this?” He backed away with a frustrated look and Batman put his hand on Dick shoulder. “Oh B is tapping in now- great!”

“Your the only person who knows who we are.” Another voice said you looked behind you and saw Damien.

“That you don’t trust. Maybe check your inner circles before punching a poor thief! God… you’d think the world greatest detective would fact check- oh wait isn’t the greatest a chimp or something? I’ve always loved monkeys- oh maybe I’d get a monkey for my pent house.”

“You have no family, no friends, no birth certificate- before last week you didn’t exist. There are no records of you being born or traveling to Gotham. Who exactly are you?” Batman leaned close to you.

You stayed silent, thinking of your options. "I was with a traveling circus..." You began, "Then one day someone rigged the equipment for my parent's routine and then batman adopted me, and that was how I began robin..." You spoke solemnly, you noticed how a certain blue suited bird man tensed up. "Aw, don't tell me we have the same backstory!" You accused the Nighwing, "well one of us is going to have to change it and I hate to tell you, but I make it work."

"She knows more about us than our names... or at least more about Nighwing." You heard a robin mutter, the red one.

"Okay being red was his thing” you look at red hood, “and you took it, so you have no place to talk about me and penis's copycat situation- Even though I totally did it first and he should change it." You nudged your head towards Red Hood, "Kinda like how you took his role as Robin, but you know what Ima stay away from that can of worms haha." You laughed awkwardly as Jason stood up from behind you and walked towards you menacingly.

"This is a Major Turn Off for me you know? The costumes just don’t do it- maybe if you strip-“ and your mouth was tapped shut.

_____________________________________NOTE: Y/N is supposed to be Deadpool coded because I was watching Deadpool and laughing my ass off earlier.

Thinking about instead of remaking this, I should expand on it and just make this like a teaser thing. Then make a series out of it…?

Like this would be the bones but I’d add more depth and stuff as well as more character interactions and emotions just development. Expanding more on the actual “incident” depicted in this fic as well as the relationships. The series would take place after this fic with lil flashbacks and would be able to be read as a stand alone.

I’d also have the Batfam in it as well as features <3 (y/n and Jason can bond over joker murdering them! If I decide y/n should come back alive- wait do I want this to be a Tim mourns over Reader fic or dead girlfriends comes back alive how does Tim feel fic????)

I love you Helplessly. | Tim Drake X Reader

Angst No comfort.

AU: None Rating: SFW

Note: This one if meant to hurt. I hope it does but if it feels devoid of something please tell me. I tried to make it, so you'd be teary eyed at the end, and I am sorry if I didn't do that. I am not the best at writing this stuff, I'm an avid reader of angst but writer? Well, I can try. __________________________________

They say that when you're drowning there is a moment of peace.

When you wake up, you take a minute to adjust. Maybe it's like that? The peace... It might just be you adjusting to the water in your lunges? A moment of peace, when the light shines in through the curtains and you don't squint and shoo it away, but instead choose to bask in its warmth, its light.

Your drowning, basking. You think you can adjust to this light. Because he made you feel helpless. It felt amazing, like you didn't know what to do and he'd hold you so softly.

When he kissed you, it tasted like coffee. You didn't like the flavor before him.

Tim Drake was a perfect lover.

It felt like he knew you better than you knew yourself. But the best part? Well, that was when he held you.

His soft touch, holding your close. His palms felt like the sun, warm and oh so so comforting. You told him it was because he was always holding a hot cup of coffee, but you didn't think that was true either. Because even if he hadn't had coffee yet, his touch still felt like the world.

"I love you."

You said it first. You always did It first- You messed it all up. Because he didn't look at you after that. Instead, he froze, his eyes zeroing in on his laptop. "I'm sorry- I don't know-"

"No, its fine." Tim interrupted you. A conflicted look on his face. "No- Thank you for saying that. It means a lot to me"

You nodded as he kissed you, his bitter coffee taste weighted heavy on your tongue.

Were kisses meant to be this bitter?

No, that thought was just a distraction. A distraction from what your mind really didn't want to focus on. Why didn't he say it back...?

That thought kept you awake.

What you didn't know was Tim was thinking the same thing. He had been thinking about it. Within the last week there had been three times he wished he said he loved you.

It was the beginning of the week, and he was having a rough day. When he got back to his room, he found... you, a fresh mug of coffee and a pile of blankets all laid out- one even was hung up like a canopy above you.

You giggled and requested he join you in bed and he did, hugging you so tightly, he breathed in your scent and sighed stress leaving him like you repealed it.

When he was with you his brain stopped working. he didn't need to think- he only needed to be there and hold you.

He reasoned with himself, if he could kiss you like he loved you that made up for it. And he kissed you and touched you and- you were his world. He made it feel like you were and he was happy with that.

So why can't you get your mind off those three words?

Your insecurities ate at you as you began to cater to him just a bit more- hoping he'd say those words you longed needed to hear.

They say that when you're drowning there is a moment of peace.

When you wake up, you take a minute to adjust. Maybe it's like that? The peace... It might just be you adjusting to the water in your lunges? A moment of peace, when the light shines in through the curtains and you don't squint and shoo it away, but instead choose to bask in its warmth, its light.

You were drowning and sadly that moment of peace wasn't coming.

The rotting feeling inside your chest felt horrible as he yanked your head from out of the water. Your eyes burned from the tears. You voice broke and sobs wrecked your body, your chest heaving for air- because if you had air, you can plead correctly. "Please-" You couldn't catch your breath, "Please, no more, please no more- Tim- I-"

"Tsk Tsk Tsk." He shook his head with a pout. Pulling your head by its hair harshly so you'd see his waving finger. "No no no, that just won't do." He said before his laughter- that terrible sound.

A scream like none ever left your body. Your throat ached but you couldn't stop. The water muddied your tears as he shoved your face back into the all too hot water. Boiling... No one heard your screams. no one ever would. Not a single soul... accept... Him, the man doing this too you was the only one that could stop this, he was the only one to hear your screams. Muffled by the water.

He eventually left. The game ended and he left you in the corner, a ball as you laid there. Your lip quivering, eyes watering, that pain in your chest- the horrible pain you couldn't explain. Your body shook as you finally let yourself sob into the floor. Ugly, like a wet dog. You didn't know why you felt your heart break the way it did.

No one would ever find you.

Because you were dead to them.

It was your fault.

Maybe if you reached out more often, they would have realized something strange was at play with your death.

If you had been a better girlfriend Tim would have found, you by now.

Maybe if they- if he knew you better?

Why had you been such a failure? Maybe if you where more well-known people would look into it.

Why?

Why did you end up here?

Why was the only thing you could hear that maniacs laugh?

That horrible cracker, filled with nothing but joy as he watched you squirm on the floor pinning you down and yelling at you as you screamed. "Calm down! Calm down!" He'd shout over and over like it was a fun game and those were just fun words!

Your only retreat was the small corner of the room. "Mom." You'd sob over and over again. "Mom please- I- help momma please."

She was the only one you can beg too.

It didn't matter that she would never be able to help you.

Your eyes burned, why did crying do that? Your chest felt empty, like someone scrapped away everything in it, scratching and cutting the sides of your heart. Gripping it and gripping it till it would pop.

The burning in your throats hurt but the only thing you could do was sob and shout.

You shouted till your throat felt like your heart. Scratched, empty yet full at the same time.

"Momma... Tim..." You sobbed, the only two names you could. "Why?" was the only thing you could cry.

"Now now, Why so serious?"

The clown crackled and laughed, that was the last thing you heard before something began beating at your back.

You'd die helplessly. It was strange, the only time you felt helpless… it was with him.

So you only smiled as the light around you- what little was let in faded.

"I... love you...Tim.”

Deadpool coded reader:

Reader: dramatically and sadly, “Day 925, the bats show no sign of releasing me- a totally normal and amazing citizen from this prison.”

Reader; “he has left the second scariest Robin to guard me, Jason.”

Red hood: a little offended; “Second?”

Reader: shuttering looking like she’s reliving something, “Damien is like a angry dog, he bites.”

Reader: “also is this lega- and he walked away. Hey! I want to speak to a lawyer!!”

Reader: now yelling “I have rights!!! I think- do you have rights in Gotham?”

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Batman: finally shows up.

Reader: “hey It’s You! You know if I head a penny for a rich completely normal guy who is the center of a multi million  franchise of hero’s- while also being a hero himself through the means of money… well Id have two pennies!”

Dick: “what…?”

The Mask | Jason Todd X Reader

Red Hood X Villain Reader

— in which you, a shy nerdy vigilante/Wayne family obsessed barista- is actually a villain that torments the Red Hood at night.

AU: Soulmate (bc I can)

Rating: Sfw

Note: Y/N is based off of Furina from Genshin bc I thought this would be fun and I saw a prompt somewhere, I think? It’s just my interpretation of it as to not step on anyone's toes!

Also, this isn't really a imagine. It's more of an Idea I was thinking of and needed to get out of my head! So that's why it's kind of not finished? Most of my stuff is WIPs anyway so this isn't really new.

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You were a popular villain.

People loved you. Maybe not the theft and distraction you caused but hey- we all have flaws? “I will teach this city the true meaning of Justice!” You’d boldly claim standing on the stage that was Gotham city’s tallest building- scarily close to the edge. “Join me- and together we’ll cleanse this city of its evil and corrupt ways!” You’d state so boldly.

You loved for the attention, the lights- cameras and reporters. That’s why the red hood could only shake his head. Another psychopath spewing their ideology like it should be praised- like it was the absolute truth.

Spoiler alert, it wasn’t.

The world wasn’t black and white enough for an ideology to trump all the others and ‘cleanse this city’. Fuck, not this city- not even close. Gotham was just in too deep. Too much crime, too much of a drug problem or a poverty problem- too much of everything. The joker was a prime example of that. The evil of this city boiled up into one twisted person… Anyway, you were an attention seeker, classic villain profile. Does it for attention- maybe mommy or daddy didn’t give you enough love? It didn’t matter. What happened was you were breaking the law and Jason was still on Bruce’s keep an eye on list. So, he’d keep his hands off the bigger more horrible criminals.

Still sometimes, only sometimes, he'd find himself listening a little too closely to your ideals- Like you believed in the death penalty for Gotham hardest to kill roach: The joker.

So, while Red Hood was chasing you... Well, it'd started off small, you’d steal from the rich of Gotham- sometimes even Bruce Wayne himself. -Those days Jason found himself chasing after you slower, not that he’d admit that. It was a classic Robin Hood situation and Jason… didn’t know how to feel about it. On one hand you were breaking the law, in the other, power to the people. Eat the rich.

Jason knew how it felt to grow up struggling so too see you helping people? It was almost nice.

What annoyed him though was your loud, for the people persona. “I will judge all of Gotham! Batman himself can’t escape my judgment!” Okay, slow down… you were fast and agile, but Batman would be able to catch you. And if Jason really put his back into it, he could too. Still, that never stopped you from making bold claims. It garnered attention, it was bold and daring and just what the people wanted. Your ideal matched up with what so many people were fed up with the batman for.

Eventually your behavior began to escalate. He didn’t know how much longer he could keep the Bats eyes from you. “This is a cult...” He muttered while he hides away on the roof of an abandoned building you holed your followers up in for a speech.

“My loyal follower!” You’d greet them with a smile and a bow. You’d put in stage performances. Sometimes with Jason, except he never knew, and the performance was just you and him fighting on the stage. Most days, some days it seemed it was just you acting and being alive on that large stage. Others you were preaching your words to the cult your loyal followers. You were building an empire and catching the attention of other criminals.

An empire that while he agreed with, went against the bats no kill rule. The longer you stood on that stage the less safe from the bat you were.

And no matter how much he wanted to agree with you, a small part of him still wanted... something from batman. You would be an issue.

“How much longer do I have to do this…?”

Red hood was no detective, but he was raised by the greatest one. So, while he was lacking in that department compared to the rest of his family (Even if it was just by a smidge.) He still noticed how after a speech or a fight- your smile, no, your persona dropped.

It was a persona you probably garnered for attention.

but still...

So how…

…That just didn’t make sense.

“Can I have your autograph…? Please?” A civilian would ask shyly, hiding behind a Batman themed phone case with a Robin themed charm hanging from that same phone.

The worst part of it all? You didn’t ask for the Red Hoods autograph. You asked for Jason Todd’s autograph, you were a fan of the Wayne’s. Gotham's golden family. No actually, it was the way you jumped up and down eagerly when you thought he was far enough way and did a dumb victory dance.

He sighed and leaned against the alleys stone wall as he watched you leave. A sense of worry invaded his mind as he watched you in your nerdy and totally lame Superman shirt walking away. All while staring at your phone.

He was surprised you recognized him. He was never in the public spotlight- maybe here and there when he was younger. Not now, not anymore. His death and how vague it was left question. Ones people didn’t ask when he wasn’t there, dangling in front of them like bait to a fish, they’d ask why and how and while they had a cover up: One the bat, the world's greatest detective made up. It still was messy. You must be a real fan.

He wasn’t even sure if that was really you…

It had to be though, there was no mistaking it. So, with your civilian name in his head, he walked back home.

“…so… lonely…” `

Escape Reality | Part 0

PAIRINGS: Batfam X Reader (platonic), Jason Todd X Reader (romantic)

—Why did you choose to get a dog? And why did you choose to walk him before the beginning of a storm? Well… you can’t say you regret it.

AU/Trope: Isekai

Rating: SFW (as always)

❥ [Part 0] - [Part 1] (not yet out)

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A/Note: Heavily inspired by the amazing and incredible @daydreams-to-passages ! They wrote something I hadn’t even thought of which evolved into this fic! I really just expanded on their ideas so this is like 70% them! This is a little short but it's really just a prologue.

Oh, and lastly: if you know me IRL no you fucking don’t!

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When you got a dog… well, every dog owner knows the joys of walking their perfectly well behaved dog. It's sometimes the best thing in the world! If you were to pick up into a light jog, your puppies ears would flap up and down- his fur blowing back as a nice breeze and cool weather egg you on for more of that same old walking.

But no, when you got a dog… well let’s just say you weren’t prepared to actually own a dog. You had just moved to New York, into a shitty cramped apartment, and you were lonely and depressed and what’s a good fix for all that? Getting a dog! A larger then a corgi sized dog. Weighing in at around 50 pounds was your new pride and joy! Your new terror and the reason why you now stay up later thinking “why the hell did I get a dog when I can’t afford my own food?” You made a choice and now your life was unraveling around you because of said choice.

But… you also felt guilty. It wasn’t erm… “Fido”’s choice to live with you. So you’d buy his food before your own just to make sure you can afford his, and you’d try and take him on walks every single day. Because, that small crappy apartment is doing nothing for “Buddy”…?

So yes, walking a dog is so relaxing and fun! If you can afford to take the time or buy training classes where they teach him how to… walk on a leash.

BARK BARK BARK!!

“The pigeons are gone, dude!” You huff and tug him away from the side of the sidewalk- across you was the park, where a lovely old women was feeding birds. Keyword: was. You dog… “bear”, was so unstimulated and just badly behaved… it often left you so very embarrassed and put out. So even after “Baxter” started his walk on again- satisfied with his bird scaring talents, he still tugged forward because you were apparently too slow by his standards. So, walking “Max” was great! Amazing even. What wasn’t great was… well you had hoped you’d be home by now, you had read the weather was getting cloudier but hey- a little water never hurt anyone?

Except everyone on the titanic.

The worst part? The damn dog was loving every bit of the rain, he even sat his ass down to chop on the rain above him!! Everyday you were a little more convinced he hated you… just when things couldn’t have been worse, a stupid DUMB cat appeared! It ran right in front of you and “buster” into an alley!

Listen, you had calmed down on the leash tugging since the damn dog sat down- you didn’t expect a cat! So yes, Mr “Duke” got away from you… THE FUCKING DOG GOT AWAY FROM YOU. You gave chase after a cat and a dog… no you’ll totally win this race!

And if you couldn’t have been miserable enough, you hit a fucking brick wall…

But… hey wait, you could have sworn you dog and that cat went this way…

Your nose was bleeding, you had checked it with your hand… and now you were blacking out. Thunder struck and that was the last thing you saw…

Then you died, much like the second robin did.

Actually, he died pretty heroically and was murdered by a super villain. You ran into a wall.

You also didn't die.

"What the actual fuck." You whined as you sat up and held you head. Great, now you had a headache on top of this rain... You were in an alleyway still. Sadly, that didn't change since you passed out. But for some reason it felt... colder? The whole neighbor streets turned dark and cold you realized once you stood up walked around. Everything just looked duller, less color, it felt like an invisible fog laid across the streets. The rain picked up harder, like some God or deity was trying to wash the city away. The building had turned to cool greys and blacks with pops of graffiti in the long narrow alleys. "What the actual fuck?" You spun around to look at more of... where you supposedly lived, trying to figure out what just happened.

In the distance, you can hear erm... your dog barking. Panic swelled in your chest like an ugly bruise. Darting towards the sound you calmed down slightly when you saw your dog sat nicely staring at a man. A man who was eating a hot dog in the pouring rain...

"No can't have my chili dog," scolded a black-haired stranger as you finally see your beloved dog. Both of them were standing under something, protecting the male from the rain while your poor pouch was already a wet dog. Just when the stranger was about to cave to your dog's whims and argumentative barks you shouted out.

"Dog," You yelled out and the pup's ears perked up. still, you pup was still for once in his life and not causing... too much trouble. His attention was now on you, but he still didn't move away from the man with food.

This action- or lack of action made you sigh. Glancing around, you couldn't help but notice the complete lack of people nearby.

"Dog, what does it not got a man?" The man asked absentmindedly, like he was more talking to himself then he was to you. Thankfully you had just closed the gap between the two of you when he said it, so you didn't miss his words.

Admittedly, you didn't give your dog a name... Nothing seemed to stick out or fit. "No- His name is uh... Dog..." You tried to defend yourself against the- on second glance- attractive male.

"You named your dog... Dog?" He raised an eyebrow, and you shrunk in a little more on yourself.

"Erm... Yes?" You doubled down...

"Okay," He accepted it with a little blink, and you'll miss it eyeroll. "Does Dog know any tricks?" He asked as he finished his hotdog and knelt down to pet... Dog.

You blushed a bit because... You hadn't taught Dog any tricks yet. You had gotten him a months ago, so he was still a somewhat fresh face... "He knows sit." He knows the basics of sit; his success rate with that trick was 30%, this stranger didn't need to know that though.

The stranger hummed like he didn't believe you. He shouldn't have but you still felt offended.

Wait, this guy looked a lot like... It was the black hair with a little white streak in it really, it reminded you so strongly of the second robin even to his leather jacket.

"Are you cosplaying," came out of your mouth before you could even think about the words properly. With a hand now smacked onto your mouth you looked away from the man with a hint of humiliation at his confused expression. "I mean- You'd make a really good Jason." You corrected only to see the male give a more... curious look.

"Todd, from DC," You added, hoping to clear away his curiosity. "Jason todd..." You added more when you realized this was probably getting nowhere, and you weren't in a place mentally to describe the whole robin situation- nor would he probably care enough...

"DC? Do you mean WE?" The male corrected with a hint of a smirk, like he knew something you didn't. "He's that guy's son, right? Before he died."

You couldn't help but frown. "Well yeah- I mean he came back... Are we talking about the same thing?" You sighed, looking at you pup now. You should really just take him home- cut the walk short. Just when you thought of that however, the stranger seemed to find that perfect spot behind Dog's ear and he leaned more into the Ex-Robin look-a-likes hand,

"He came back?" The male questioned; you just shook your head. You had gotten into a DC rant one to many times to get into one now, in the middle of pouring rain. While you sighed to yourself about that, you missed his suspicious looked and the way he began to eye you...

"What's WE?" You asked instead.

That was when he looked at you as if you didn't know anything. "You don't know Wayne Enterprises?"

Sweet Like Candy

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader.

Warning: MDNI, Oral (F receiving), fingering, swearing, masked Dick.

Summary: Nightwing might just think you’re the best thing he’s ever tasted.

"I didn't think you'd come," you breathed as Nightwing's lips traveled from the nape of your neck down to your collar bone, your head tilting to allow him more access to your skin that he practically devoured.

He pressed a few more open kisses to your flesh, leaving marks in his wake before he pulled back slightly, a dazed look to his gaze despite the mask.

"How could I miss this opportunity?" Just as quickly, he was back to kissing you. "You taste so good."

The cool night breeze caused for goosebumps to litter your skin, and sitting on a rooftop of Gotham city with Nightwing was not exactly ideal, but in the current moment you couldn't care.

Your breaths became more irregular, and gently Nightwing pushed you onto your back, hands beside your head as he sucked at your neck some more.

"Relax," he trailed, hands running along your body. You gasped as his hand squeezed at one of your breasts, before he began to go down your body.

You lifted your head, eyeing him curiously when he gave you a small smirk, his black mask staring back at you. His gloved hands worked at your pants effortlessly, pulling them off along with your panties and throwing them off to the side, forgotten.

When he made no movement, you attempted to close your legs from the outside breeze and his burning gaze, but his arms were quickly pushing at the plush of your thighs, keeping them apart.

He clicked his tongue. "Keep 'em open, pretty girl," he whispered, your bare pussy only mere inches from his face. "Let me have a taste."

You let out a moan when you felt his warm tongue lay flat against your cunt, sliding up and collecting all your juices onto his tongue. Your fingers racked through his hair harshly, and you swore you may have even pulled some of his hair out, but it didn't seem to bother him too much. He was lapping at your pussy eagerly, and you let out a curse when his lips latched onto your clit. He gave it a small suck.

"Oh my god," your back arched up, trying to keep you as close to him as possible, but he only let out a chuckle that vibrated throughout your body. You shivered from the vibrations of pleasure it sent.

"So sweet," he mumbled against you.

He was slurping at your cunt like it was his last meal, his tongue fucking into you and swirling around. You already declared that this was better than what any man has ever given you. Your slick was coating his mouth and chin, though he pulled back and inhaled a large chunk of air.

"You taste fucking delicious," he breathed, staring your pussy down as his fingers came up to toy with your clit. You let out another moan and resisted the urge to close your legs.

He pinched and swirled at it teasingly, one of his fingers eventually dipping into you and curving upward, hitting your g-spot. His finger slid in and out, in and out. Then a second finger. In and out, in and out.

Your hands were desperately searching for anything to stable themselves against, since now you didn't have his hair to tug on. In the end, the only thing you could grasp onto was his left arm that was holding your leg down. Nightwing glanced up and gave another one of his charming smirks.

Although you and Nightwing have had these reoccurring 'meetups' many times before, you never asked the lingering question you wished to ask him when he was pleasuring you.

"Wha-" you were cut off by a strangled moan, and you tried again despite the coursing pleasure building in your lower stomach. "What's your name?"

You wanted to scream it, to moan it, you needed to have him.

His mask only shook back at you. "Nothing you need to know right now, my love," he delved down to suckle at your clit again, and the buildup was finally beginning to become too much for you to handle.

Your breaths were erratic, your chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. Nightwing loved the sight, your body adorned and glowing in your sweat and your glistening pussy presented just for him. All him.

With a few more pumps of his fingers and a particularly harsh suck to your swollen clit, your orgasm washed over you in a massive wave. Your thighs shook and overstimulation was all you could feel when Nightwing was collecting your last few juices on his tongue, swallowing eagerly.

You were definitely right. Nightwing was the best pleasure anybody could've given you.

©x-gabrielle-x. Do not steal, copy or translate my works.

The Billionaire Boys Club

Batfamily x PhD student reader

(This takes place around 3 years after the Intern. )

The Intern: Day one The Intern: The Laughing Fish The Intern: Outreach Gala

After interning in her hometown, Y/N was recruited to do her master's degree fully funded by Lexcorp. She had developed an attraction over the 3 years working with Lex Luthor, yet his controlling behavior led to Superman warning Y/N about the CEO's affections. Her master's thesis was on the environmental impacts of Kryptonite use and storage.

Gotham City's explosive tonight. The annual environmental gala has somehow brought fresh life into the sallow streets.

The gala's decorator deserves a raise. Lush vines descend from the high ceiling wrapping around the pillars. I narrow my eyes. Are those real carrier pigeons? Every flower from any climate you could possibly imagine flood the walls in a sweet cascade of fragrance. The sweet aroma tethers me to the present. Dick and Tim give me sly smiles from across the ballroom. Stumbling past the walls of plants, Bruce gives me a thumbs up.

"You clean up nice."

I give him a small smile before glancing down at my Wayne sponsored garb. The long satin dress hugs my hips in an almost risque manner. A respectable slit begins at my mid thigh showing off my red and black pumps. I grimace at the unknown cost.

"You know you didn't have to go all Pretty Woman on me Mr. Wayne." I joke smoothing out my silk gloves, "I do have a paycheck."

Bruce smiles. It takes me off guard. A real smile with squinted eyes and smile lines. As goofy as the most attractive man in the room can be. Compared to his work persona, it's nice to see.

"Ms. L/N, I would never ask you to spend your money to play dress up for a gala I invited you to."

I nod not knowing what else to say. An entire styling team showed up at my door this morning with rack of dresses to choose from... and the shoes... well let's just say it would have made Cinderella run back home and demand to know why she couldn't have gotten Bruce Wayne as her Godmother.

His eyes gravitate to the pendant draped across my neck. A sting of pain registers on his face. I shift uncomfortably once he starts to stare. At my discomfort, Mr. Wayne apologizes.

"I'm sorry Ms. L/N. I haven't seen that necklace in a very long time."

I raise an eyebrow. Mr. Wayne never divulges this much personal information.

"Old flame?" I joke wiggling my eyebrows.

He shakes his head with a pained smile.

"That was my Mother's necklace."

My eyes widen. Martha Wayne's necklace. Instinctively, I reach to take it off. I already couldn't afford a ruby necklace, but a Wayne family heirloom? Hell no.

"I can take it off if you-" I start reaching for the clasp.

Mr. Wayne stops me in my tracks.

"Don't worry about it. That was a long time ago. "

I still hesitate. I glance awkwardly around the ballroom.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," Mr. Wayne weighs carefully, "Besides, it might make for an interesting headline."

I scowl.

"I'm not going to like this am I?"

A devilish grin appears in response to my dismay.

"Welcome back to Gotham Ms. L/N."

Bruce's sons materialize a few seconds later. If I wasn't used to them suddenly appearing in my office, I would have shrieked.

"Tim. Dick." I greet with a nod, "Always a pleasure."

The younger boy looks at me like I am a puzzle piece he can't quite figure out where to put yet. Dick is as charming as ever.

"Y/N, I can't believe Bruce roped you into being his date. Have you ever considered unionizing?" He teases with a grin.

"At least, I'm getting paid to be here. What's your excuse?" I tease lightly hitting his shoulder. "Don't you have a hot date tonight Bludhaven?"

A painfully familiar shadow interrupts the conversation.

"Mr. Luthor."

Turning around, my legs begin to shake. What a wonderful... surprise. Lex nods to the three men before setting his sights on me.

"Mr. Luthor,"

Saying his formal title feels wrong, yet calling him Lex wouldn't be right either. Not after everything that has happened. Timothy's analytical gaze burns my peripheral.

"Ms. L/N, would you join me for a dance?"

I hesitate eyeing the audience that is forming. Extending his hand, Lex continues, "For old times sake?"

Three people stopped talking to gawk. I don't have much of a choice. With the amount of gossip mongrels here tonight, if I say no my face will be plastered on every gossip column in Gotham... If I say yes, well at least it will only be in Metropolis Gossip columns. I don't have much of a choice.

"Of course... Mr. Luthor." I agree through gritted teeth letting him drag me onto the dance floor.

If I thought agreeing to a waltz would quell speculation, I was poorly mistaken. Dozens of eyes follow our every movement including my boss's.

"You are only feeding into their curiosity." Lex whispers in my ear, "Those vultures know when you are weak."

"Is that what I am?" I question finally looking into his green eyes, "No need for flattery Alexander."

"There isn't any other way to explain your disappearance."

"-That's not fair."

The fire in his eyes leaves me speechless. This was not how I planned to spend my Saturday evening. For a moment, I fantasize on how this night could have gone. I could have had an early night enjoying take out... exchanged my favorite book with the cute guy next door. Slept in. Instead, I am bickering with a man who could be my Uncle over the fact I didn't take a job offer...and potentially start a relationship with him.

"Okay, so I cut you off." I start, "I'm sorry I hurt you, but things couldn't keep progressing like that. My project ended. It was time for me to go."

...and Superman told me that you started tracking my whereabouts... along with bugging my apartment... Go to therapy.

Lex shakes his head.

1, 2, 3

1, 2, 3

1, 2, 3

"You were offered a complete stipend. A guaranteed job offer. Why would you turn that down?"

My lips press together into a fine line.

1, 2, 3

1, 2, 3

1, 2, 3

The orchestra roars into a crescendo. The dance speeds up.

"You know why...." I hiss trying to keep up with his increasing tempo.

I've never been good at multitasking.

1, 2, 3.

1, 2, 3.

1, 2, 3-

"-Say it," Lex demands gripping my fingers tighter, "Tell me."

The ring on his left hand gets caught on my gloves tearing the beautiful silk right down the center. The radiant green draws my attention. Kryptonite. After all this time, he still wears it. Rage causes my face to go hot. I stop dancing to grab his ring.

"This is why Lex," I snarl, "Because I am sick of watching you destroy yourself. You've read my research."

A smart ass grin stretches across his face. The onlookers exchange curious glances at our lack of dancing.

"I paid for it." He replies smugly.

"Then you should know how ludicrous this behavior is. You are going to die before you win."

His eyes get sharp. I must have hit a nerve. A vein in his forehead grows prominent. Another couple dances past us. Lex tears me out of the way before I get bulldozed. A few beats later, we are back in the dance. His hands grow tight around mine like he's afraid I might disappear again. My knuckles turn white from the pressure, but I won't give him what he wants. Pain laces up my palms.

"So, you would rather waste your career working for a halfwit like Bruce Wayne?"

I freeze for a second. This is what this is really about. Lex is jealous that I chose to work for Bruce. If it was anybody else, he could convince himself that I was downgrading, but I went to his direct competition. Thinking of the conversation I had with Bruce earlier, when nobody else is around Bruce has a strange intelligence in his mannerisms. He had initially joked about not reading my research, yet the intensity behind his questions later that week proved otherwise. How did my job search end with watching the boys club battle it out?

"I will only say this once: My life is mine. What I choose to do is my decision. Say what you want about Mr. Wayne, but at least he respects my privacy." I growl ripping my hands out of his grasp. "Have a nice day Mr. Luthor."

Storming past the "Garden of Eden" display, I slam open the double doors. God.... Everyone there probably thinks I slept with him.

Tag List: @jjsmeowthie

I have been reading this series for so long and omg every time you update it I am blown away by how amazing your writing is

My fathers daughter pt 12

It all comes out sometime

"Jay?" You ask.

"Yeah its me. How the fuck did you get access to the coms?" He asks amused at your actions.

"Trust me hacking this isn't any harder than hydra files" You say passively, " Anyways that's not important, I think I can help with this Joker thing."

"Wait? Really?" He ask seriously, "Y/n, listen carefully, I need you to go into Bruce's office and find the big ass clock --"

"Yeah I already found the secret hide out" You say annoyed, "Mommy dearest kicked me out before I could tell her how I could help."

Jason sighed, knowing that his mother probably tried to use her mom voice on you. " Yeah, she told us she didn't want you to be in the whole vigilante think."

The anger that was simmering under your skin came back, but before you let it get the best of you, you continued. Knowing that this information was more important than whatever mommy issues you had.

"Right, well that's not important." You say," Listen to me now."

"I'm listening." Jason grunted, sounding like was punching someone,

"Whatever chemical agent Jackass put in his venom is the exact same stuff that was used to brainwash the Winter Soldier" You say quickly.

"Kid, I wanna believe you but how do you know that? Tim was just able to get a sample and process it."

"Because, I was told that every antidote you use only makes the effects stronger right?"

"Right" He says strained

"In order to make sure that the Winter Soldier stayed the Winter Soldier and not Bucky, Hydra had to make sure his brain produced a certain amount of hormones. And that whatever anybody used, the effects couldn't reverse. Hence chemical X."

"Chemical X?"

"The name is to long for me to attempt to pronounce, anyways, lucky for us, my daddy just so happened to create a serum that undoes Chemical X. And if I check," You pause, taking over the computer downstairs, and checking the sample Tim had sent in, " The component is there."

"Well I'll be damned"

"Exactly. Now, I need you to find a lab or something. This serum was made with the intention of being made on the fly. So everything you need should be there." You say pulling up a map of Gotham general.

"Wait, I need to tell Bruce." Jason said, " Joker said he had the only antidote and he's fighting him right now"

"No thats not possible. The only ones who know about it is my father and I." You said worridly.

Meanwhile while you were upstair lending a helping hand, downstairs Christine and Alfred were panicking because they lost control of Jason's com and the main computer.

'Alfred I can't find him" Christinen cried, " How did he just disappear like that?

"I don't know miss, there's no possible way he could've."

"Wait." Christine says looking up to the screen, " Bruce and Tim are gone"

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"How did you get con-"

"It's not important" You say cutting Batman off, " Listen to me, Joker doesn't have the cure."

"How do you know that?" The dark knight asks skeptically

"Because, until my dad figured it out, there was no cure." You say impatiently, " This chemical wasn't intended to have a cure."

"But you figured it out?"

"YES" You shout frustrated at the constant repetition, " DO you want the step by step or do you want to save lives?"

"hm" Bruce grunted, " And you know how to make it?"

"I do." You say earnestly

There was a pause, you heard grunting and what sounded like fighting in the background.

On Bruce's side, he managed to get the Joker disarmed and tied up.

He searched him for what he claimed was the vial containing the cure. But upon finding it, the Joker decided to throw his head back connecting with Batman's face. The sudden impact caused him to drop the vial, shattering it on the linoleum floor. The liquid oozing out and burning a hole into the floor.

"Ooops" the Joker cackled, " Aww poor Batsy, I guess I may have told a little white lie"

As Bruce rose from the floor, Robin ran in holding another vial

"Batman, the antidote." He says with a stern look on his face.

The smug smile fell from the Jokers face as he looked at the preteen.

"Thats...that's not possible!" Joker cried out, " There is no cure. There was never a cure."

Batman looked Joker straight in the eye, " No Joker, it looks like you miscalculated."

And with that, a swift punch to the face knocked the Joker out. A breath of relief flowed from the Batfamily. Now they can focus on what really mattered, helping the infected.

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Back in your room you paced, after explaining how to make the cure, you hadn't hear back from the family. The anxiety you had building up in you made your heart feel as of it was going to explode.

"Y/n" Jasons voice came from your computer, " It worked."

You felt like crying, " Really? Are you for real?'

"No I'm lying and everyone died" Jason said sarcastically, " Yes I'm for real."

"Thank god" You said wetly

"Oh god are you crying?" Jason said uncomfortably

"No." and with that you disconnected, allowing access back to the main computer downstairs. After doing that you sat on your be, taking a couple deep breaths to calm yourself. But the tears kept flowing. You were so worried that you didn't get the information to Bruce on time. You were worried about the people that were exposed for too long. The ones that the antidote may not have worked on.

You may have been able to help a few but how many more could you have saved if you were listened to right away. The anger simmered back in your body.

You hated that Christine treated you as if you were a child. She completely disregarded what you had to say and took a shot at your father. At least he was smart enough to know that you were capable of more than just sitting and twiddle your thumbs.

You had half a mind to go down there and give her a piece of you mind. But before you could, a chime came from your phone

"Hey Starky! guess who's on the neighborhood <3"

Wade?

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By the time the Batman co. finally made it back to the cave they all were exhausted. Every single one of them wanted to get home and take a shower. Dick and Jason would be staying at the manor simply because they couldn't muster up the energy to make their respective journeys back home. Damian and Cass were knocked out in the back of the batmobile and even Bruce was having a hard time staying awake while driving.

Honestly, ever since his family was created, Bruce/Batman became less about vengeance and more about protecting the city that he and his family live and care about. And maybe, if there was anyway that he can help mend the relationship between your family and his, perhaps you can be a part of his team as well, as sad at it was to say your hacking skills were way above his and Tims.

Lost in thought, Bruce didn't realized that when he pulled in Christine was in borderline hysterics and Alfred looked a little more frazzled than usual.

"Oh! Bruce!", Christine cried throwing herself into the confused bat, " What happened?! Is everyone one okay?"

"Christine, darling what are you-" Bruce was puzzled, Christine always had somewhat of a flair for the dramatics but there should be no reason for her to be this worried, especially because she's able to see everything .

"I thought we lost you! All of you!" Christine cried, eyes welling up with tears," The coms cut our for what felt like hours and then the main computer crashed! Me and Alfred both were barely able to get it rebooted before you got here!"

"Wait, if the main computer crashed then how was Y/n able to talk to us through the coms?" Tim asked tiredly, only jolting awake when Jason harshly elbowed him, signaling him to shut up about your participation.

"What do you mean? Y/n has been in her room this whole time." Christine says with a look of confusion on her face.

The batfamily all looked at each other, silently daring each other to step up and tell the truth, and face the wrath of their mother. Even Bruce didn't want to rat you out, knowing where Christine stood on her thoughts of you being involved.

Now don't get the wrong idea, Christine is by definition an overprotective mother. Theres no doubt about that. But there is a reason as to why she wants you out of the hero life and spot life in general.

Firstly, you are Tony Stark's daughter. There is no getting around that. And being Tony Stark's daughter also means you're Iron Mans daughter. And that is the whole reason you are there in Gotham in the first place. Amidst all the familial drama, everybody seemed to forget that you are still being hunted by an anonymous group. But Christine hasn't. Every night she lies awake worried to death that that was the night they found you. That they would come for you.

Secondly, the villians that her husband and family deal with are...for lack of words psychoic. If they figured out that you, Iron mans daughter, was helping their enemy Batman there would be more people after you. And from what Christine has witnessed these people do, the horrors and atrocities they casually commit. That frightens her even more.

So, with that being said, the look on her families face and the circumstances that had just occurred, it wasn't hard for her to figure out the cause of their technical malfunctions. And what a coincidence that these malfunctions only happened after you were sent to your room.

"Bruce.", Christine said in a clam even tone, " What are you not telling me." She didn't ask she demanded.

"Darling." Bruce said in a pleading tone, " It was a long night for everybody, why don't we just discuss it in the morning"

"Discuss it in the morning?" Christine asked incredulously, " Discuss it in the morning?! Do you know how worried I was? How worried WE were" She gestures to herself and Alfred who looked mildly uncomfortable to be put in the argument, " We thought you were injured or worse DEAD!"

The kids tried to slowly back out, inching towards the elevator that you totally didn't know was there.

"Don't even think about it" Christine said without looking at them, " How dare you all? How dare you? I asked ALL of you for one simple thing. Just one. To keep her OUT of it."

"Christine that's hardly fair-" Bruce started to say before getting cut off.

"No! It is totally fair! There are PEOPLE after her. People who are still out there by the way! Tony and his team haven't been able to find them! They keep slipping away whenever they get close! They are out there, trying to get MY daughter, for god knows what!"

Bruce glances towards the staircase entrance but before he can say anything Christine goes on, " DO you understand how hard it has been to keep anything from this world from her!"

"Ma she grew up in this world, it's not fair to just cut her out" Jason cuts in, " She feels left out because we're all pretending like we aren't who we are and pretending as of we don't have The Tony Starks daughter in our house. She's not a civilian, she's in it."

"She is not just Tonys daughter she's mine too!" Christine shouts before tears start to drop from her eyes, " Shes MINE, she can't be taken from me."

In the batmobile, Cass buries her face into a sleeping Damians chest.

"Mom, do you think any of us would let that happen?" Dick finally speaks up, " I mean, come on have a little faith"

" I just wanted her to stay out of it, to get out for good."

" Darling, that girl was not made to stay out of things, look at whp her parents are," Bruce chuckled, " Besides, she's never going to come around if we don't fully open ourselves up to her as well."

"You have to admit Ma, fighting is the only way any of us bonded" Jason says, " Except me, she likes me."

"I don't know why " Dick says with a frown, still bitter at the fact that you had bonded with Jason before him.

Christine sniffled before saying, " I still need to go talk to her, the way she cut us off was unacceptable."

"But-" Tim finally spoke out but it was too late, Christine was already marching to the elevator, mind made up about scolding you for what she thought was a practical joke.

The rest of the team was left in the Bat cave shaking their heads at their mothers stubbornness.

Bruce's sighed and started to put things away, " There's going to be fight and I don't want to be in the middle of that."

The three awake boys nodded.

" Someone wake up Damian and Cass, they need to go to bed."

Jason and Dick pushed Tim forward, if there was one other thing they didn't want to get in the middle of, was those two and their sleep.

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Back upstairs you were filled to the brim with anger. You had gone downstairs to greet the returning heroes and rub your success in Christines face, only to overhear what you had already confirmed.

Christine had been purposefully keeping things from you. Not only about Bruce being Batman ( Which you already knew), but about your situation.

See, when you had first moved to Gotham, you knew that there would be almost little to no contact with your family. The few times you were able to talk to someone from back home it wasn't even your parents. Something about phone lines being traceable and unreliable.

The only line of communication was given to you by Natasha before you left, a single flip burner phone that was only to be used for emergencies.

But Christine apparently was getting updates directly from your father. Updates you were sure were meant to be given to you. So not only had she had a hand in the intentional isolation of you from her family, she was trying to isolate you from yours as well.

It made you so angry! You already have sacrificed so much just to be here and you didn't even want to be there in the first place. You ripped open your laptop and went to do a little digging. Upon doing that, you found about a dozen of lengthy emails from your father describing in great lengths about your situation and details about life back home. These emails were obviously meant to be read by you and they all were marked as read and filed away. How they got to the Batcomputer was unknown to you but as you scanned each word tears welled up into your eyes, you father had not forgot about you.

You sat on the bed, taking deep breaths trying to calm down. You managed to restrain yourself and not blow up at that woman in front of her whole family and you really were trying to calm down so you can have a mature conversation about it.

You were trying.

but then, "Y/n Stark how dare you disobey your mother!"

What?

"What?" You say eyes ripping open and anger finally bubbling over

"How dare you! I asked you for one thing! All I wanted was to make sure my family would have been okay!"

"And are they dead?" You ask bluntly, " Is everyone who was infected dead?"

Christine turned red, " That is not the point young lady and I don't appreciate you talking about your family like that."

"They are NOT my family!" You shout, " You are not my family"

'Y/n" Christine start but now you were the one to cut her off

"NO, and since we are on the topic of not appreciating things lets talk about how I don't appreciate how you have been deliberately LYING to me."

"Excuse me?" Christine asks angrily, " I will have you know that I do not have to disclose every single piece of information I have to yo."

" Not even when it's about my own father." You said with an even tone, " Or do you not have to disclose that piece of information to me."

Christine lifts her chine, " Y/n I have no idea what you are talking about?"

"Oh you don't?" You ask," So you and your husband aren't hiding emails from my father to me in that big ass computer?"

Eyes widen, " How do you -"

"How do I know about that?" You mock, " So it's true?"

"Y/n that's not the point" Christine started, " Your practical joke could have seriously put the lives of your siblings in danger."

" My siblings?" You ask, " They are not my siblings! I don't even know those people!"

Christine stays quiet, then shakes her head, " If you would just come out of the room and get to know them other than Jason-"

"Why so they could tell me how great you are?' You say, " So they can tell me memories they have of you being a good mother to them?"

Christine's eyes well up with tears, " Y/n that's not fair"

"Oh that not fair to you, mom?" you shout, " And it was so fair to me when you left me to raise another kid?"

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In the hallway Dick and Jason are paused half way up the staircase.

Dicks heart falls into his stomach at your comment, knowing that that kid you were talking about was him.

Jason on the other hand had a grim look on his face. He knew that this conversation needed to happen in order for anything to move on.He knew the years of resentment you were holding on to. It wasn't fair to you that everyone in this house had this subconscious expectation that you should just put those years behind you.

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"That is not what happened" Christine says wetly, " It was just hard, Y/n you don't understand."

"Hard?!" You shout angerliy, " It was hard? Hard for you to visit your daughter once every three fucking months? Was it hard for you to lead my dad on then crush his heart every time you left?"

"NO Y/N thats not true" Christine shouted but before she could continue you went on

"No???" you mocked, " Then what was it mom?"

" Everytime I went to see you, you had grown." Christine sniffs, " You had grown and had new adventures and stories and milestones that i was not a part of. I-"

"OH bullshit!" You shout

"Y/n." Christine says sadly

"NO, no you don't get to play that card! You left by choice!" You cry, " You left me by choice, you hid me away by choice! You chose this life for us."

" I loved you so much. I LOVE you so much Y/n!"

"You have a funny way of showing it." You say dryly, " You have this perfect life here. Perfect husband, a shit load of kids who adore you. I adored you. Why wasn't I enough?"

Christine's heartbroke and she couldn't answer you because truthfully, she didn't have an answer.

"And the one parent I was enough for I had to leave. I had to leave him and my mother behind for my other one who didn't want me. And I'm stuck in a house full of these kids who adore you and didn't know that I adored you well before them. And yet even though I'm here I'm alone. And that still isn't enough for you."

Christine wanted to say you weren't alone. You weren't because you have her. She's here for you, but that wasn't true. She hadn't been there. She wasn't there even when she was.

"You had to make me think my father forgot about me the way you did for what? So I can like you again? So I could forget all the times you promised you were going to come see me and you didn't? Why?"

"I..I just wanted to keep you safe.." Christine spouted pathetically.

"Safe?" You said, herding her towards your door, " No, everything you've done is because you want to look better. You're selfish. That's what you've always been"

And with that you slam the door in her face, startling the boys on the stairs and Christine as she didn't even realize that she was in the hallway.

Staring at your door she wept. For once, truly feeling the regret that she said she had been feeling. She did truly love you, she had not lied about that. To hear you finally say how you weren't enough for her broke her heart.

"Ma..are you okay?" Jason softly asked as Dick went to knock at your door, a bit angry at the way you spoke to his mother,

"Leave her be." A soft voice demanded from the hallway, " Dick, leave her be. Your mother was not the only one hurt in that conversation."

Bruce walked to Christine, and gently lead her to their room.

Upon the commotion outside, no one heard you open your window and slip out.

"It's about time, I almost died waiting for you."

"You can't die, that's your whole thing." You reply, wiping tears from your face.

"You're crying." Wade says in an unnaturally serious voice, " Do I have to kill your hot mom?"

You cringe, " No, just get me out of here."

"I could do that, actually I have a surprise for you~" He sings as he leads you to his taxi...

You heard what sounds like banging coming from the trunk and you're slightly scared to open it.

"Wade.."

"Oh don't be a pussy" He says opening the trunk.

Popping out with a gasp is

"Peter?" You say with a sigh, eyes welling up with tears again. You truly have missed your friends.

"That was not cool Wade!" He shouts, not grasping where he was, " The trunk smelled like nachos and vomit! I couldn't nngh-"

He grunts as you throw yourself into his arms, " Y/n.."

His arms wrap around you tightly, " Y/n what are you.. Where am I?"

"Gotham, now get me the hell out of here."

And with that, you're loaded into the car, taking the backseat with Peter and Wade in the front with an Indian man.

"Y/n this is Dopiender"

"Hello ms. Stark, I promise I will defend you with my life."

"Oh...well, thank you."

"This was surprisingly easy." Wade said as they pulled out of the long driveway, " Bruce Wayne should update his security."

What they didn't know, was that a pair of bright green eyes watched your reunion through the security camera in the Batcave. Squinting as they saw the tears flow freely through your face and noting the license plate and the men you were with.

─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ anniversary⠀ 〳 ⠀ jason todd ‵

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀( synopsis ) it's your anniversary with your favorite vigilante

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — reader discretion is advised: female reader, female anatomy described, profanity, written with black reader in mind, the same jason & y/n from make up & office quickies, handcuff usage, cowgirl/riding position, blindfold usage, breast play, slight submissive jason, oral (m.receiving), flashback in italics, feminine pet names, masculine pet names usage ( pretty boy), power kink (kinda), cum swallowing, technically should have saved this idea for december but whatever, wc: 3k, minors dni

YOUR HEELS CLICKED AGAINST MARBLE FLOORS GLANCING AROUND YOUR SURROUNDINGS. You've been in Wayne Manor so many times, but your eyes still glance around in complete shock. The foyer was the size of your apartment if you were going, to be honest with yourself. You could feel Jason tugging on your jacket to help you take it off. The home felt so warm compared to the wintery weather outside that went well with the Christmas season.

Jason thought killing two birds with one stone was an excellent idea. While also celebrating the Christmas holidays with his family, he also managed to include your anniversary plans also. Just your luck; your one-year anniversary landed on Christmas Eve. Your week has been filled with not only being in the company of Jason Todd and his quite extravagant family but endless dates and spoiling for Jason to show that he cherished you. You had just returned from your anniversary dinner, and the manor was as quiet as ever. You assumed everyone must have finally gone to sleep. Just anticipated the Christmas joy the following morning of opening presents and being around loved ones.

Your lips parted to talk about how you enjoyed yourself, but Jason threw you over his shoulder in one quick motion. You yelped rather loudly as you could feel him climbing the stairs. "Might want to quiet down, princess. You don't want to wake the whole house, do you?" Jason questioned as his callous hands playfully slapped at your plush bottom while you were over his shoulder.

You yelped again, but this time in your hand that was covering your mouth from your giggles. "You could have given me a warning." You said as he finally reached the top of the stairs and made his way to his room.

His expensive dress shoes caused the wooden floors to creak under him with each step he made in the dark halls. "You know, I have a surprise for you, Mr. Todd." You said.

Your body relaxed as soon as you got a whiff of the familiar scent of Jason's room. He placed you on the bed and stood over your body while undoing the blue tie around his neck. His fingers drag through his hair as he chuckles at your statement, "A surprise, huh? What type of surprise?" He asked.

You could feel him grab a hold of your ankle to unstrap the heels you wore. Even such a small gesture caused your skin to heat immediately. You watched him remove your other heel before saying, "I want to try something new. Clearly, we know where this is heading."

Jason peppers your ankle with subtle kisses. "And where exactly is this heading?" He questions.

"You know..." Your voice trails off as you meet Jason's eyes.

They were so mesmerizing to the point that you sometimes forgot what you were saying when you stared at them. "You did say I need to keep it down so I won't wake the others." You glance up at him through your eyelashes innocently. "I should be saying the same to you."

"Oh." Jason's lips formed an astonishing o shape. He blinks a couple times after dropping your ankle.

You prompt yourself on your shoulders to get a better view of him. Even staring at him caused your lace panties to soak and clutch your thighs closer together. Jason would lean down, his hands that have done many unthinkable crimes caressing your thighs. His face is just inches away from yours. "Everyone knows you're a screamer, Y/N." He kisses the corner of your mouth teasingly.

"Fuck Jason. You're fucking me so well. This pussy belongs to you, Jay." Jason's voice pitches higher, completely mocking your past sexual experience of moaning out for him when you to have sex.

"Roy's face gets so red every time he sees you. Remember?" Jason's hands are inching up the dress.

You chuckle at his statement. You remembered vividly Roy crashing at Jason's apartment across town around the same time you also were staying there due to issues in your apartment. Jason swore up and down that Roy was a heavy sleeper, but the morning after, as you nicely cooked the two breakfasts—the red-headed hero could not look you in the eyes. When he did, his cheeks grew as red as the hair on top of his head.

Your hands couldn't help but roam your boyfriend's body. You're leaning in to kiss him, the scent of wine lingering your lips and whispering, "You said he was a heavy sleeper."

"Like I have stated, you are screamer." Jason's tugging on the dress you wore. Signaling that he was ready to start what he's been hinting since the start of dinner.

"Are you going to let me try what I have planned or what?" You kiss his lips subtle and could feel him melt into your touch.

It was sick how much of a hold you had on Jason Todd. You could smile at him, and he's a blushing mess. You could give him those adorable doe eyes while glancing up at him through eyelashes to have him in your little office helping you file some things. You had Red Hood in the palm of your hand, and he wasn't budging.

Jason recalled that it had always been like that. When he met you, he knew that you would be a critical person in his life. Slowly helping him piece himself back together again to be whole. Maybe that's why his light eyes lit up when he first saw you. Something in him just clicked. Now here you were a year later, clutching at each other as if it was the end of the world. He would not have expected this a year ago when he met you in an elevator.

Your heels clicked against the freshly shined floors as you did a light jog in the lobby. You could hear the person at the main desk tell you to stop running, but you were running late. It wasn't like you to be late, especially when you worked for Bruce Wayne. You viewed it as if you could be replaceable in a blink of an eye—granted, you were one of the best in your department. However, it wouldn't shock you if this could land you in some deep shit. You could see the elevator door about to close, and the one rude guy that works in the mail room even leaned forward to press a button to prompt the elevator door to close quickly.

The elevator door was so close to closing in your face that an arm stopped it from shutting, causing the door to snap back open. You let out a sigh of relief as you stepped into the elevator, and your eyes met with this guy. It was his arm that stopped the elevator door, and your mind couldn't even allow you to thank him. You were completely astonished by his handsome looks. The way his eyes glistened brightly under the elevator light. His nicely shaped jawline to his plush pink shaded lips. His messy black hair was also imprinted with a patch of white. His black t-shit and brown leather jacket hugged his upper half so well that you could see that he was shaped like a Greek god. He was breathtaking.

"Thank you." You firmly said as you realized you were staring.

You could hear the familiar elevator noise signaling that it had stopped on a floor, and just your luck, it was yours. You gave the gentleman one last smile before stepping off the elevator just in time to hear your co-worker tell you that you guys had a meeting in ten minutes.

The thing is, you thought about the mysterious man that held the elevator for you all day. He couldn't escape your mind no matter how many work-related things you let cloud your judgment.

But it did take you by shock when you were at your desk doing your tasks for the day, and the mysterious man found his way back to you. As much as he was on your mind within the day, as Jason Todd was visiting Bruce—he couldn't let the cute girl he saw in the elevator get away.

Maybe that's why Jason put his trust in you to try this thing you were so curious to do to him. You just had that charm that put him under a spell he couldn't quite describe.

Oh yeah, Barbara and Cassandra would call it being lovesick. Jason Todd was lovesick when it came to you.

The crisp air in his room hit his skin, causing it to be decorated with tiny goosebumps. His wrist bounded in handcuffs that were connected to the headboard, and his eyes couldn't stay off you as you were teasingly letting the skimpy dress you wore tumble tonight to the ground. He could break out of the handcuffs in a blink of an eye, but he would rather play along with your games. His head falls back on the pillow that was behind his head, and he lets his tongue wet his lips, just stargazing at your body.

It was just something so elegant with the way the moon shined through his window to illuminate the way the fusion-colored two-piece lingerie set hugged your body. The dark-haired vigilante was going insane now that he realized his wrists were handcuffed and he couldn't touch you the way he wanted.

"So, you're taking my eyesight away also?" Jason's head cocks to the side, and his eyebrows raise at you.

"They do say your other senses heighten when you take one away." You respond promptly as you straddle his lap.

You hear him let out a hiss when your cunt grinds slightly against his hardened cock. You smirk, leaning forward to place the blindfold on his eyes. "Just relax, Jay," You coo before you litter his toned chest with kisses.

Red lipstick marks staining his skin, and a sigh of relief escapes from Jason's mouth, finally feeling your lips on him. It was like a piece of ice being placed on something hot just to cool it down. Your kisses all the way down to his waist. Your lips curl into a smirk when you let your tongue drag across his v-line. He whithers under your touch, and you can hear him curse.

Your lips pursed before you kissed his thick tip that glistened with precum. Pooling saliva in your mouth and soon letting your tongue drag across the shaft of his member. Your hands slowly became wet due to your saliva, but that wasn't a problem considering the preference for how Jason liked his head. Your tongue glides back up to swirl around his pink-shaded tip teasingly.

Before Jason could complain about your senseless teasing, you began to bite his cock into your mouth. The erotic sound of his thick tip-tapping at the back of your throat caused you to gag. Your hands start to coat with your saliva before you gravitate your head up and down. Even taking it upon yourself to get comfortable between his thighs as you suck on him like your favorite lollipop.

You could tell by the sound of the silver handcuffs ruffling against the bedpost that he wanted his hand to take comfort on the back of your head. Just so he can press your head down so you can take him fully., just like he liked it. The flat of your tongue glides around the one noticeable vein on Jason's cock that always appeared when he was rock hard for you.

"Shit." Jason groaned as soon as he felt your mouth on his dick again. His wrist wiggles around in the handcuffs, and his head sinks further into the pillow behind him.

His toned thighs trembled under your touch and your mouth as he attempted to back away from your mouth being on him. You could hear the sound of silver handcuffs clashing against the headboard post. The thing is, you knew Jason was capable of breaking the handcuffs—but he was being such a good boy by not doing that. Not wanting to ruin what you wanted to do.

Your hand massages his thighs as your head bobs up and down. It was like a basketball being dribbled but much messier. The sheets below your body are stained with saliva, and your tears have your mascara running down your heated cheeks. Jason's whines were like a sweet tune to your ears that you wouldn't mind hearing every day when you woke up.

His body went through a couple of spasms, and eventually, you felt thick ropes of cum stain your tongue. You swallowed every droplet of Jason's cum and removed yourself with a dramatic pop. The back of your hand went to wipe the mess that dribbled off your lips. You eagerly perched up on your knees before straddling your boyfriend's lap after removing your panties. Despite his intense moments inside your mouth, he is eager for him. His cock twitched against your wet folds. You glanced at his wrists, which were beginning to form a red mark due to his constantly shifting.

You leaned down so that your bruised lips barely brushed against his earlobe and whispered, "We can stop for the evening, pretty boy, if you can't handle it."

Your tongue glides across the brim of his earlobe teasingly while your wet cunt grinds against his cock. You could feel it twitch against your warm body before you reached behind to position it to bully its way into your pussy. Your other hand that wasn't grasping at his cock would pull off the blindfold that covered those charming eyes you adored—you wanted to see the look of despair on your boyfriend's face.

"Just say the word if you can't handle it." Your voice oozes with so much sex appeal while cooing lightly.

Those words came back to haunt you when you heard the sound of the handcuffs snapping from the bedpost. Jason's now free hands grasped your waist and slammed you on his cock without hesitation. Your lips gasped apart to let out a broken whimper, and your fingers grabbed at the first thing you could—which was Jason. Your eyes lolly in the back of your head, feeling him stretch you out bit by bit.

You felt the cool metal of the handcuffs brushing at your heated skin with each rock of your hips. "That's not fair. You said you wouldn't break them." Your lips form a cute pout down at Jason.

He sits up to place a kiss on your lips before you can screech out his name. "I couldn't handle the teasing, princess." He mumbles against your lips, eventually letting his teeth nibble on the plumpness of your lower lip.

You went to pull away from his needy kiss, but the taste of his tongue interrupted any thoughts that were in your mind and words that were going to spill out your mouth. Your fingers intertwined in his hair in an attempt to bring him closer. His fingertips bruised your waist while you cockwarmed him briefly while the two of you indulged in the taste of each other. It was Jason tugging away to litter your neck with nibbles and kisses before his large hands moved your hips for some form of friction he broke out the handcuffs of the bedposts for.

It just was something so intimate with the position you two were in. A lewd lotus sex position that gave you two so much excess to each other. From the sensational feeling of riding Jason's cock to the warm feeling of his soft lips on your golden brown skin. Your moans echoed in his ear while he brought you closer to his toned body. His hands guided your hips and his lips never left a body part of yours. You felt him kissing all over your neck—knowing precisely what he was doing.

You push Jason back down on the bed so you can regain control. Your neck is littered with marks that claimed you as his, and the way you cooed his name seductively proved it. You were his, and he was yours—the year-long relationship shoved that you two were bound to be together.

But for now, he broke out the handcuffs that were supposed to be the main point of you being in charge, so you had to remind him just that.

The headboard crashed against the cream-colored walls as your hips began to rock at the pace Jason adored. Slow and sensual, just so he could savor the moment of your cunt gripping around him. It was enough speed to cause both of you a groaning mess. However, it was also enough to push Jason further to the edge to have him cum.

"Babe, I'm going to cum." Jason breathed out.

You could feel his fingers piercing your waist with how tightly he gripped it. His eyes twinkled up at you as if you were a gorgeous fallen angel that granted his presence. His heart was racing at the mere thought of cumming inside you.

"Go ahead, baby," You uttered through your moans of separation. "You want to cum inside, hm?" Your lips form an innocent smile.

Jason couldn't even respond with a sarcastic comment due to the intense feeling of your addicting cunt gripping his cock. His breath hitched in his throat as he could feel himself cum. He felt your nails grasping at his chest as your poorly attempted to ride out your orgasm. Completely overstimulating yourself and coming undone just for Jason, it didn't hit you that you came so severely that your limps trembled when you finally collapsed upon Jason's sweat-coated chest.

Jason gently tugged you next to him, figuring you two should get up and shower before falling asleep. However, he could hear your soft, exhausted sigh before speaking as you were cuddled next to him.

"Is it too late to tell you that I don't know where the keys to the handcuffs are?" You mumbled.

At the head of the moment, Jason didn't even notice that he still had half of the handcuffs bound on each of his wrists. "We should get up and find them. Would hate to explain this to the others tomorrow." He responds.

He was met with your silence before he realized that the passionate sex tired you out.

"Or I guess, I'll find the keys to the handcuffs."

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A LUNATIC'S BRIDE

Summary: You are Joker's new obsession even though you truly do not want him.

Word count: 1.6k

a/n: I just imagined this as I was listening to Gangsta by Kehlani and I got an idea so I hope you guys love it.

Being Bruce Wayne's assistant had its perks, but the perks started during your third year of working with him. That included allowing you max out his card on dresses to accompany him to galas, being seen with him in public, knowing he's batman, training because in a way you are now at threat.

It was a fun lifestyle, if you remove having to drive like a lunatic when paparazzi is getting out of hand, and babysitting his adopted and biological sons when he can't take care of them; which is very weird because Dick is older than you, or waking up at early hours of the day to go to his house and make sure he gets ready then the worst of all, obsessed villains that think getting you or getting rid of you is the only way Batman would love them and you would have to show your fighting skills that is always unfair because there are always more of them than you.

But the worst of all the lunatics has to be the Joker, you were terrified of him, mainly because he loved you, almost as much as he loved his 'Batsy' and he really loved his Batsy.

A little around the time he broke up with Harley Quinn was the time you began working with Bruce, and when he saw both of you standing together he 'didn't know who to choose from' he would tell you a couple months later when he first kidnapped you.

It got to the point when he is fighting batman he would say dumb shit like "Bring our wife with you next time" which you purposely decided the fact he called you his wife and only think about the fact he also called you Bruce Wayne's wife, but he was far to old for you sadly, both of them were actually but that didn't stop you from blushing the first few times and neither did it stop Joker from flirting with you every chance he got.

Maybe it's leaving flowers with a note at your front door, flowers that have a camera inside so he can watch you from where he is. Obviously Bruce also has gotten many of them, so when he found himself at your apartment waiting for you to get ready, he told you to throw them out and when you asked why, let's just say you never accepted flowers from anyone again when you received a text message from an unsaved number asking why you threw away his love for you.

You were walking on your own a couple of months after that, on your way to the Wayne manor, it was very early and Alfred wasn't available to carry you with the limousine so you had to walk. You forgot to take your guard dog with you so you were suffering your consequences when you were dragged into an alleyway by some weirdo touching you inappropriately saying something about boss saying they should see if you're good enough.

Luckily, Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy had come to your rescue, immediately killing the man and befriending you but what Harley had told you was by far scarier than the sad predicament you just got into, "Girl, you have to protect yourself more, you know you are now the lunatic's bride. He might love you as much as he love his batsy."

You thanked them before rushing to work, this time in a cab, now with a borrowed gun from Ivy just incase the driver is also a worker from the Joker.

You were undeniably late for the day, you were supposed to wake up Bruce Wayne with Alfred as you brief him with what he is supposed to do and help him get dressed.

But when you had came, he was still in a towel, luckily done having his bath but not dressed, saying something about waiting for you because you always make him look his best.

As you were getting him ready, you two engaged in the short conversations you would usually have, and you realise it was your mistake entirely when you had spilled to Bruce about what had happened that morning and you knew it even more when you had to attend to Bruce's injuries from when he went to beat up Joker and felt worse when he had kidnapped you and beat you up the same way Batman had beat him. Although he tended to your scars after it didn't make it any better, especially because he wasn't being careful because you never told him where Harley was.

When Nightwing had come to save you, you were a shaking mess, he was happy you looked better than his brother did but he knew you were going to be scarred for life with what just happened, after beating up the Joker's henchmen he went away with you crying in his arms saying something about wanting to quit.

He reassured you all would be fine, but you both knew you weren't sure about it but you allowed him deceive you as you both scaled buildings before you finally found yourself in your home, still terrified and shaking you begged him to stay with you.

And you looked so shakined up that he couldn't refuse, that's when you both realised you had a lot in common and you two learned to enjoy each other's company.

Bruce let you take a break because he felt truly sorry for you and all the sixty days of that break you spent it with Dick, realising how fun he truly could be, simply enjoying you boths company.

He told you about his long-distance open relationship wife, Starfire, and you told him about the fact you don't date just fuck around from time to time.

That was the day you both first had sex with each other, it was great you'd both tell each other the next day, but when you find out Joker kidnapped Nightwing and tortured him a bit before Dick found a way to escape you both knew you could never do that again, but that didn't stop you.

You became even stronger by time went by, you and Dick began dating along the way, you felt bad for his wife that was on another planet entirely but when you finally met her she told you that it was perfectly fine that she was happy for you both.

But she had kissed you which was really weird but you found out it's just her way of communication and you had to fight the urge to not ask her to do it again because your dating her husband but when she kissed you again you knew your life was just crazy.

Joker kidnapped you that very day Starfire went back to her planet after you guy's platonic make out session and put laughing gas on you as he forcefully made out with you, he tried to rape you that very moment, he had began laying hickeys when Batman and Robin had come in and began beating him and his henchmen up.

Damian recognised you immediately and felt sympathy for one of the first times in his life, you didn't deserve this, his baby sitter, his kind of sister-in-law and his friend he brutally killed most of the henchmen leaving the others hurt.

Batman would scold him later that they were heroes and heroes don't kill, he wouldn't listen, throw in a "They deserved it" and go upstairs.

As your at home trying to heal, Harley and Ivy would come over and let you cry on their shoulders, you couldn't bring it in you to see Dick, but he understood.

Harley helped you get rid of the hickeys that had decided to not go, that reminded you of the pain you had just felt and you all would hug then cuddle while licking ice cream and watching a rom-com.

When you finally gained the courage to see Dick he engulfed you in a big hug and said he wasn't mad that it wasn't your fault, and it would make all the tears come back to you and he would comfort you to sleep before giving you hickeys of his own to help you forget.

Later on you would find out Bruce had sex with the Joker to get him off your tail it had worked and the Joker stopped disturbing you for such a long time that Dick was able to propose to you and you two were engaged when Joker came looking for you again.

This time you were ready though, as he tried to kidnap you with his disguises you shot him and walked away. Joker obviously didn't die but he knew he had ruined you for life and that was all he truly wanted.

For you to be ruined, for you to be corrupted and destroyed by him, and he laughed as his henchmen patched him off and he laughed when he got a life sentence for all the shit he had put you through.

He ended up escaping jail, of course he did but he never disturbed you again but he knew you would never forget him ever in your life.

And that was all he wanted, for his bride to be a lunatic, he gifted you flowers on your wedding day. Flowers that you burnt and you didn't know he was watching you burn them with a smile on your face but a smile on his face too. He had finally gotten what he wanted.

As he opened a random creepy book of his that he was gifted. "Burning flowers, a sign of love and devotion" he knew he had won, he knew he had gotten everything he could have ever wanted.

The good part of you.