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Bruce Wayne x Male Reader

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REQUEST: Could you please write Burce wayne x male reader who has trouble ordering food. Like in a restaurant when the waiter asks, he either stutters or goes completely quiet, and that's why he asks Bruce to order for him. And i would like to see Bruce's reactions when a waiter is like "you don't have to order for him. He can order for himself. I wasn't asking you, i was asking him" just the waiter assuming that Bruce is kinda controlling. The reader is silently crying in his seat, having to order on his own, like he knows the waiter was trying to do something good. (Totally not speaking from personal experience 🤭)

WARNINGS/CONTENT: Fluff, mature language, social anxiety, Bruce is a good boyfriend, mentions of fears, judgment, request, relatable events, everyone struggles.

TAGS: @one-green-frog

WC: 1.5K

NOTES: I used to struggle with ordering food due to anxiety and fear of people judging me 😩 but as I got older they fear kind of went away and I’m able to do it with no problem but everyone deals with anxiety differently and takes time to get come it so I ain’t judging. It’s like that with my older brother he’s 26 and still makes me order for him due to his own anxiety. But hopefully you enjoyed this shot and apologize for the long wait!

Everyone has social anxiety.

Y/n struggled with it at a young age, not being taught how to speak with others in public without getting the intense fear of judgment from others. He figured that he would improve as he got older, but it didn’t change and still struggled with the simple things. He could go out and run errands alone without any struggles since majority of place now had self checkout which was a god send for many.

He’s able to hold a conversation with strangers or with people he knew in the area, but his anxiety would get to him when it came towards the simplest tasks. He wasn’t sure if it was because he was an over thinker and would think that he did something wrong or if he perhaps pronounced something incorrect, thinking that people were judging him for the smallest things. It took time for him to improve but the anxiety still remained during important moments.

One of the easiest things that many were able to accomplish is ordering food. Their were times that he hesitated or froze up when ordering his own food, having to apologize each time he orders and forcing a nervous smile or laugh in hopes of getting through the few minutes that he is there. He struggled even more when he went out on dates.

Very few people knew about his anxiety and very few friends were kind enough to do the ordering for him without hesitation and providing the assistance that he needed. With strangers it was a whole other story, he didn’t want to force them into placing his own order due to his own fear and would struggle with speaking the words.

His dates never went well after that and hated the way he felt each time he stumbled upon the problem. If the waiter or waitress wasn’t staring at him intensely he’d probably order his food without a problem and his day would go fine. But the feeling of their eyes staring at him as he looked at his choices of food made him stutter and grow nervous when ordering.

Forcing that smile as always and getting through the day of embarrassment.

If he had this kind of anxiety how was he suppose to handle his future dates when he couldn’t do a simple task? He’s able to do a whole presentation in a room full of board of directors but he stutters and hesitates when it comes towards ordering a simple meal or even asking for help whenever he’s in public.

He figured he’d spend his days locked indoors while making his own meals while watching a good movie.

He didn’t think he’d end up bagging Bruce Wayne. Gothams Golden boy.

Y/n had thought that this was all a trick or a joke when Bruce first asked him out. He wanted to laugh at the mans face and tell him that he doesn’t need to make his life miserable by playing a mean joke, only to realize that Bruce was in fact not joking around.

Y/n worked at Wayne Enterprises but in a lower department not expecting himself to bump into Bruce Wayne and getting asked out by the man himself. Their first date was simple with a cup of coffee and muffins. He would have thought that bruce would take him someplace fancy on their first date, but when he didn’t he was a bit relieved.

Bruce was a great man and didn’t do anything that made him uncomfortable. Y/n figured that he’d only get lucky to have one date with bruce and then never see them man again, only to get asked out again and again and again. The first four months went well without any problems and enjoyed his time with Bruce as their time together grew their dates slowly got fancier.

Resulting into Y/n confessing to Bruce about his anxiety and fear of others judging him because he couldn’t do a simple task that only required a few words. He thought Bruce would laugh at him or use it against him and force him to confront his fear, instead Bruce smiled at him and asked.

“Do you want me to order for you?”

He said it with the most calmest voice ever showing no hints of judgment.

Y/n wanted to cry that night. It was a simple favor, but it meant a lot to him.

As their dates continued they created a routine each time they went out to eat. Y/n would either look up the menu online ahead of time and already have his order in mind and tell bruce before getting their orders placed. Bruce even memorized the dishes that Y/n liked whenever they went to a repeated restaurant and would for him on the spot without needing to be told what he liked, already knowing the mans interests.

A year into dating and it became a normal thing between the two.

During their one year anniversary, Bruce decided to take him to a new restaurant and getting seated in a nice secluded area and away from others. Y/n scanned the menu and hums. “This looks good.” He speaks up as he checks the different dishes until one caught his eye.

“You know the rule, order whatever you want.” Said Bruce, always reminding him that he can get whatever he wanted. Y/n was hesitant about the prices at first but with time he got adjusted to the idea of Bruce paying for everything and no matter how many times he tried to pay himself, Bruce had already paid ahead of time.

“This pasta looks good.” Y/n points out on the menu and shows Bruce who looked up form his own menu and smiles. “Is that all you want?”

“Can I also get this for dessert?” He points behind the menu where a picture of a nicely desert is presented, getting Bruce to chuckle as he nods his head. “You better share with me because I already know you won’t eat it all.” Y/n laughs at his words and sets his menu down, leaning back in his seat as he looks around the restaurant and takes in the interior, distracted by the place that he doesn’t notice the waitress coming over.

“Are you ready to order?”

“Yes,” Bruce smiles at the women and starts with his order first, letting her know what he’d like. “And for you?” She turns her attention to Y/n who gets his attention pulled away from a painting he was staring at and looks at her with wide eyes. “I…”

“He’d have the pasta and the chocolate desert.” Bruce is quick to cut in when he noticed Y/n freeze up.

The waitress gives Bruce the stink eye by how he interrupts Y/n. “You don’t have to order for him. He can order for himself.” Bruce froze with wide eyes, opening and closing his mouth in shock. “I wasn’t asking you I was asking him.” She points her pencil at Y/n and puts her attention on him.

Y/n can only gap at her, opening and closing his mouth as he tries to speak but I can’t. He was caught off guard and reached out for his menu. “I’ll like…the—the…” He’s stuttering and doesn’t know what to tell her. “Do you need another minute?” She asks which only make the situation worse, he’s turning to Bruce and staring at him with eyes full of fear and hesitation silently screaming for help.

“I assure you miss my partner would like the pasta and desert.” Bruce says again in hopes of getting her to note down the order and she does, not without rolling her eyes which only makes Y/n whine.

“Your food will be ready soon.” She said while taking their menus and walking away, leaving them in silence.

Y/n lets out a deep sigh of relief. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know what to say, she probably thinks you’re an asshole now.” He groans out while covering his face with his hands. Bruce can only chuckle while shaking his head and reaching out to grab him by the wrists. “Don’t be, not everyone knows about your fear and besides she was only doing it because she probably thought I was controlling.”

“You’re not!”

“She doesn’t know that. If I wanted to be asshole I would have yelled at her like other people do, but I’m not doing that. It was a simple misunderstanding.” Bruce reassured Y/n as he held his hand and smiles. He didn’t think that something like this would happen since they’ve never had this issue in the past at the other places that they visited.

“All you have to worry about is eating all of your food and sharing your desert.” Bruce tries to lighten up the mood which works for Y/n as he chuckled and nods his head. “Fine and then after we go home and watch a movie and not come back here again.” After this misunderstanding its most likely he doesn’t want to come back and face the same issue again.

“We stick with Jimmy’s…” He mumbled out, referring to his favorite restaurant that serviced amazing chicken wings and fries. Bruce laughs while nodding. “Next time we go out will go to Jimmy’s.” At this point they were already considered regulars that the owner memorized their orders, which made it better for Y/n.

Wonder Woman Daughter Imagines Anyone?!?!?

So I saw WONDER WOMAN 1984 in theaters this past Friday. I love Gal Gadot as Wonder Woman.

Anyone interested in Wonder Woman x Daughter Reader Imagines & Series?!

I have some ideas of my own but please feel free to send it  Request or ideas of your own for me to write or go off of!

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Time - Superman/ Clark Kent

Clark x daughter reader

ft. Martha Kent

Warnings: none

Word count: 365

Summary: Clark is worried about the reader.

Authors Note: Sorry its a sucky summary. Clark adopted reader. Part 2?

p.s - Superman imagines will be under Wonder woman imagine masterlist for now... Superman as in from the cw tv show and the DC movies.

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“I don't know what to do, Ma.” Clark spoke as he shook his head with a sigh. He felt lost in this situation.

“What's wrong, Clark?” Martha asked, coming up behind. Both watching out the window at the two teens in the front yard.

“y/n- she just is still so...distant.” he sighed. Would he change his decision on having adopted Y/n? No, never. But Clark did wish that she’d talk to him more. Open up about what’s on her mind and troubling her. “I don’t know what to do.”

Martha could hear how defeated her son was becoming over this. But he needed to give this all the time it needed. “You have to give her time, Clark.”

“Its been months mom.” Clark sighed, turning his head to look at her. Hoping she could give him more advice.

“Hunny, Y/n has been through a lot. You know that. It’s going to take longer than it did with Konner.” Martha started to rub her son’s back. Hoping to ease his growing concern. Clark cared for Y/n as if she was his own blood and DNA, if not more. She could see how much he worried about her not talking about what she’s been through when she was on the streets of Gotham. Alone.

Clark nodded in recognition of her words before pointing outside. “At least she seems to have opened up to him.”

Martha chuckled at the small twinge of jealousy she heard in her son’s voice. “They are only a year apart. In a way. Being closer in age helps. And being through similar things.”

“She’s my daughter I just want her to open up to me or at least let me be there for her.” he sighed feeling frustrated but also defeated. But he still had hope.

“She will. You don’t see how that young girl looks at you when you're not noticing. Give it time, Clark. Just give her time.” Martha had only the truth in her eyes, and she could see that hearing that had brought a lot more hope to her son. With that she left him to think on everything she had said to him.

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By ~ @chloe-skywalker​

* = Requested

Main Masterlist

Wonder Woman - Batman - Batfam (Jason Todd) - Superman (Both from Justice League & Superman & Lois) - Arrow-verse (from CWTV) - Suicide Squad

* Wonder Woman~ I have a good amount of Wonder Woman Imagines coming out lately so it has it’s own Masterlist. Mainly because it already did before i made this masterlist for DC. 

Wonder Woman Masterlist

* Harley Quinn & Joker’s Daughter Imagines still have their own masterlist because I love writing for it and i love writing the reader as their daughter.

HQ & MR.J’s Daughter Masterlist

BatFam

Jason Todd: (Redhood)

~ Secrets (HQ & J Daughter!reader)

~ Surprises *

~ Breakfast In Bed *

~ New Christmas Plans (HQ & J Daughter!reader)

~ I Gave You My Heart (HQ & J Daughter!reader)

~ Meeting The Family (Ft. Avengers)

Bruce Wayne: (Batman)

~ Police Station (HQ & J Daughter!reader)

~ Solutions

SuperMan

*Both From “The Justice League” & “Superman & Lois”

Clark Kent: (Superman)

~ Time (x Daughter)

~ Boys?! (x Daughter)

~ Sneak Out (x Daughter)

Gotham

*Don’t Really Write For This TV Show Anymore

{How They Hug You

Jerome Valeska:

~ What Do You Want Now?

~ Temper Tantrums *

(I do have a series on my other account that I was going to post all my writings on. But now this is where I put all my stuff. Its a Jerome one a series on @sociopathic-winchester​ its not finished but its another one of my writings)

* I don’t write on that account at all anymore Just FYI

Birds Of Prey

Roman Sionis:

~ Bad This Time

Arrow-verse

*Don’t Really Write For CW Arrow-Verse Shows Anymore

{How They Hug You (Arrow)

{How They Hug You (Supergirl)

{How They Hug You (Containment)

*Thats There because I have no Imagines for it, don’t write for it anymore, and it’s also from the CW

Arrow

No Pairing

Outcome 1 & Outcome 2

Oliver Queen: (Green Arrow)

~ A-Z NSFW Headcanon *

~ Queen Christmas Party

~ Shy Love *

The Flash

Leonard Snart: (Captain Cold)

~ Didn’t Know

~ Your Sister?

Barry Allen: (The Flash)

~ Called Over (Oliver’s Sister!reader)

~ Criminal Record (Snart!reader)

~ Not Meant To Be *

{Dating Barry Allen Would Include...

Savitar Barry:

~ Don’t Kill Anymore *

{Dating Savitar Barry Would Include...

{A-Z NSFW Headcanon

Supergirl

Mon-El:

{A-Z NSFW Headcanon *

Boys? - Superman/ Clark Kent

Clark x daughter reader

Konner x sister reader

Martha x granddaughter reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 464

Summary: Konner steals Y/n’s phone, Clark finds out his little girl is now into boys.

p.s- DC Superman is under Wonder woman Masterlist for now

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“Konner give it back!” Y/n yelled, chasing her brother around the house.

“No way!”  Konner yelled back laughing his but off.

“Konner!” Y/n continued to chase him as he headed down the stairs.

“Woah, woah, woah.” Clark walked into the room, blocking the two teens from leaving the room once they got off the stairs. “What's going on?” 

“Konnor stole my phone.” Y/n spoke first, pointing to her phone in Konners hand.

“Konner?” Clark questioned his son with a raised eyebrow.

“I just wanted to tease her.” he sighed seeing the look their dad was giving him he decided to add on… “She’s texting a boy!”

With that being said Clarks attention instantly switched to his daughter. “Are you? Texting a boy?”

“Dad!” Y/n shouted with wide eyes. How the hell did this change to her so quickly? She thought.

“Clark, that's no one’s business but Y/n’s. Isn’t it Konner?” Martha said as she entered the room as well. Deciding to save her granddaughter from having to spill about her secret texting and randayves.

“Yes grandma” Konner mumbled, looking away. “Yes, Ma. But-” Clark started but she cut him off.

Martha shook her head. “No, no buts. Now Konner give your sister back her phone.”

“Here.” Konner handed her back her phone.

“Thanks.” Y/n grabbed her phone from him.

Martha smiled at the exchange. “Now you two go head up stairs and get along.”

“Yes grandma.” Y/n and Konner spoke at the same time, doing as told.

Once the kids were up in their rooms Clark turned to his mother. “She’s texting boys now? Isn’t that something I should be asking her about?”

Martha chuckled at her son. “Don’t worry about it Clark.”

“Why not?” Clark asked confused

Martha smiles at her son, loving this side of him. “Because she talks to me about that stuff.

Clark stands there dumbfounded for a moment. “What- what? She talks to you about boys?”

Martha laughed at her son, iys girl talk why would she tell him? Especially with who the boy is. “Of course. Its girl talk.”

Clark followed his mom into the kitchen. “Can you at least tell me something- anything?”

Martha turned to look at Clark amused. “I’m not going to spill anything we talked about in secret.” she could see that there is concern in Clarks eyes. “But to ease your mind I’ll tell you that you don’t have to worry about the said boy.”

“Why not? Who is he?” Clark asked, now even more interested to know.

Moving around to get everything ready to make dinner. “Its one of those Wayne boys and that's all I’m saying.”

Clark stood there now more confused and worried than before. “And that's supposed to make me not worry?”

Colleagues - Wonder Woman

Diana x daughter reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 668

Requested: Can I request a wonder woman x daughter reader where the justice league appears at Diana’s house without warning and find out she has a child? And the daughter is like 14-15? -  @themonsterunderthestairs​

Authors Note: Thank you for requesting! I had a good time writing the dialog for this.

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“Are you sure we have the right house?” Clark asked as they stood on the edge of the beach staring at the ginormous house.

“This is her address.” Bruce stated just as confused as the rest of them.

“But theres a kid there.” Arthur pointed to what would be considered the backyard. Since it is a beach house.

“Teen” Barry corrected standing off to the side.

“What?” Arthur turned to face the speedster.

“She’s obviously a teen not a kid.” Barry shrugged

“Does it matter?” Clark asked very confused.

“Well I mean-” Barry tilted his head.

“Are we really arguing about this?” Bruce cut into the conversation.

“Apparently.” Arthur stated

“Can I help you guys?” the kid- teen girl come over and asked the four men watching her house.

They stood there staring at her slightly embarrassed. When Clark spoke up. “Yes, possibly.”

“Well…” Y/n raised her eyebrows in waiting.

“Does Daina Prince live her?” Bruce asked the young girl, stepping forward.

“Yes” she nodded with a curt nod.

“Is she here now?” Clark asked stepping forward but making sure to that his body langue conveyed non-threatening.

“Yes.” Y/n confirmed his question even though they didn’t seem to be threatening, and definitely not to her. “Who’s asking?”

“Some friends.” Arthur shrugged

“Hmmmm-hmmm” she hummed with crossed arms and a raised brow.

“Can we see her?” Clark asked the young woman hoping they could get her to trust them a bit more.

Y/n tilted her head “I don’t know, can you?”

“I like this girl.” Arthur smiled nudging Clark’s arm.

“Y/n!” Diana yelled out having wondered what was taking her so long to come back inside.

“Coming.” Y/n yelled out in response. Y/n turned around and walked back towards the house, the four men following her. “These people seem to know you.”

“Who’s this Diana?” Bruce asked as they followed the young woman inside.

“Who are they mom?” Y/n asked in a whisper, standing next to Diana. Diana pulled Y/n into her side.

Diana sighed, she knew they’d find out eventually but she wanted to be the one to tell them. Not have them find out this way. “Y/n, this is the rest of the Justice League.”

“Oh you can quite with the faces. I know about you all already, geez.” Y/n rolled her eyes at the guys in front of her. Like if any of them have kids they wouldn’t tell them.

“Why- how does she -” Bruce started to ask but couldn’t get it all out because of the shock.

“Know?” Y/n finished for him. When he nodded she continued. “I’m her daughter.”

“What now?” Barry asked in shock.

“Cool” Arthur nodded

“How come you never told us you have a daughter Diana?” Bruce questioned a little saddened that she didn’t tell them before.

“Yeah, mom. Why didn’t you share that virtual piece of information?” Y/n rolled her head to look up at her mother.

“She’s being sarcastic.” Arthur stated.

“I caught that.” Clark nodded in acknowledgment.

“So did I.” Bruce added

“Just letting you know.” Arthur shrugged his shoulders.

“If no one knows about me then I’m not endanger.” Y/n explained. “Is it really that hard to figure out?”

“Y/n why don’t you head upstairs to finish what we started?” Diana suggested to Y/n. From the look in her eyes, Y/n knew her mom needed to talk alone to her friends.

“Yeah.” Y/n nodded and waved at them before heading up the stairs. “Bye”

“Aw come on Wonder Woman I was just beginning to enjoy your daughter’s company.” Arthur smiled at Diana. Barry nodded in agreement but to intimidated to say anything.

“What’s her name?” Clark asked as they moved around the room to sit down.

“Y/n. Her name is Y/n.” Diana stated smiling at her friends. Diana is very proud of her daughter, she’s glad now she can have some people to brag about her daughter to.

Revealed - Wonder Woman

Diana x fem!reader daughter

Warnings: none

Word count: 835

Summary: Y/n meets her mom's friends and their kids for the first time.

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“Mom” Y/n spoke as she entered their huge apartment home before stopping in her tracks at the sight of all the superheroes in their home.

“Y/n, these are my co-workers.” Diana told her daughter even though she was sure she already guessed that.

Y/n nodded pointing to all of them. “Mom I know who they are. Both sides of them. All of them.”

“How?” Clark asked what everyone in the room was thinking.

“It's really not that hard to figure out.” Y/n smiled trying not to laugh. I mean how did people not know was her question.

“How-” Dick went to start but didn’t know how to finish since he did have to admit it was at points very obvious.

“Wait.” Arthur waved a hand and turned to face Diana. “Isn’t the real question here about how this young woman called Diana ‘mom’?”

“You never told us you have a daughter.” Bruce looked curiously at Diana. He thought he knew everything about her when he looked into her.

“None of us talk much about our ‘normal’ lives when we’re together.” Diana had a point, they never talked about their day jobs or night or part time. Never talked about their kids either and most of them had kids. So Diana just never brought it up.

“Well, do you have a name gorgeous?” Jason came over to her to ask with his signature smirk.

“Really Todd?” Damian tutted shaking his head at his older brother's cheesiness.

“Yes, really Demon’s spawn.” Jason rolled his eyes.

“You barely know her yet your flirting?” Damian disapproved of Jason’s actions.

“That's the point of flirting, brat.” Jason grumbled, pointing out the obvious.

“They always fight like this?” Y/n asked the brother that was standing next to her watching his idiot brothers.

“Pretty much.” he nodded before turning to face her so he could introduce himself. “I’m Dick by the way.”

“y/n.” she reached out to shake his hand.

Her name has caught the other two boys' attention, which had Jason smirking. “Nice to meet you, Y/n.”

Y/n smirked back at Jason before looking back to Dick. “Nice to meet you, Dick.”

With that, Dick couldn’t help but laugh, oh if Jason wanted this girl he’d have to work for it. Damian smirked, maybe he could like this girl.

“Hey, Man. Not cool.” Jason pouted at Dick. But even with what just happened he still liked the girl. She had fire.

“So are you Diana’s birth daughter or?” Damian asked very bluntly which made Dick and Jason let out a sigh and a groan.

“Ok that's enough rudeness. Demons spawn.” Jason interrupted.

“Agreed” Dick stated staring down at the black haired boy.

“Its ok.” Y/n said glancing at Dick and Jason before answering. “I’m kinda both. I have her DNA, and my powers are similar to hers. But she didn’t birth me.”

Damian nodded. “Interesting.” An with that he turned and walked away.

“Ok then.” Y/n nodded not knowing what exactly just happened.

“He’s always that rude.” Jason told her noticing her expression.

“Good to know.” Y/n nodded this time in understanding.

After an hour or two later Diana looked over towards her daughter before telling her. “Y/n, sweetheart. Time for us to go home.” The mother and daughter had more than one home and if they were gonna go to Themiscrya they would need to leave soon.

“Okay” Y/n answered turning to get numbers to stay in contact. After all, she just made some new friends.

“Seem’s like she became good friends with my boys.” Bruce stated as they both watched their kids switching phones. Obviously exchanging phone numbers.

“Seems like it.” Diana smiled agreeing with the older Wayne.

Bruce let out a sigh, he had to ask. “Why’d you never say anything Diana?”

Diana gave him a tight smile. “I wanted to keep her out of all this for as long as I could.”

Diana knew Bruce would understand that one. If only every kid he took in would’ve wanted nothing to do with his nightly activities.

Bruce nodded in understanding. “That I understand, but you could’ve told us.”

Diana smiled gratefully at Bruce. “I know, Bruce.”

“I hope you’ll bring her over to the Mannor sometime.” he added Bruce knew Alfred would love the girl.

“With the way your boys are reacting I think it will be sooner rather than later.” Diana smiled knowingly tilting her head to the side.

“Yeah…” Bruce sighed making Diana let out a laugh. “Well, just come over anytime. We’ll all have dinner.”

“Soon Bruce. I promise.” Diana had to admit it did sound nice.

“Good. She’s welcome at the manner anytime. Let her know that, ok?” Bruce raised his brows before turning to get his jacket so he and his boys could leave as well.

“Bruce.” Diana called out stopping him in his tracks. Once Bruce turned to look at her Diana sent him a warm smile. “Thank you.”

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Sneak Out - Clark Lent / Superman

Clark Kent x daughter reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 686

Summary: Can you do a Superman/ Clark Kent x daughter reader, where we (the readers) sneak out of the house to go on a date with our boyfriend and when we try to sneak back in we get caught and we get grounded. And the next day after school our boyfriend sneaks in our room, and Clark comes in looks at our boyfriend, our boyfriend says "I'm in your daughters room?" Clark replies "Yeah." and chases him out the window? If not, that's okay. :) - @Anon

Authors Note: Thank You for requesting! Hope you enjoy!

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“Goodnigth sweetheart.” Clark smiled at his teenage daughter before shutting the door and leaving her room. He wanted to say goodnight and check on her since she had been hold up in her doing homework.

“Night dad.” Y/n smiled waiting for him to shut the door and once he did she listened to hear when he was in his room with the door shut.

Once she heard the click of his door shutting that was all she needed before sneaking out her window. As she made it out of the house and down the driveway off the family farm she met up with her boyfriend Dean in his car.

“Hey. Did he notice?” Dean smiled asking after pecking her cheek with a kiss.

“Not a clue.” Y/n shook her head smiling back at the dirty blonde boy.

And with that the teenage couple was off to the date they had planned days prior.

Once it was over Dean had reluctantly dropped her back off at the end of the driveway. Y/n got out and as she climbed back through her window, she thought that it was surprisingly easy. But she spoke to soon.

“Where have you been?” Her father sat there in her room in her lounge chair at one corner.

“Uhhh, outside?” She played dumb, even thought it’s obvious shes lieing.

“Is that a question or an answer?” Clark asked his daughter unimpressed with her antics and actions.

“Both?” Y/n squints.

“You're grounded.” He states, as he waits for a reply but Y/n stays silent Clark asks. “Not gonna disagree?”

Y/n shakes her head. “Nope. It wouldn’t change your mind right?”

“No.” Clark states sternly.

“Then I’m good.” She nodded giving him a thumbs up.

“Go to sleep.” He says before leaving to go back to bed.

Y/n sighed before getting up and changing, getting ready for bed.  

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“So he grounded you?” Dean asked at lunch the next day at school.

“Well he caught me re-entering the house. So yeah.” Y/n confirmed. Her father literally caught her coming back through her window, of course she got grounded.

“That sucks.” Dean let out a sympathic sigh, before wrapping her arm around her shoulders. “So I’ll see you tonight?” He smirked, mischievously.

“How? I’m grounded.” Y/n raised an eyebrow to her boyfriend in question.

“Sneak in.” Dean shrugs without a care in the world of how bad of an idea this could be.

“I don’t know.” Y/n was very unsure of his idea.

“It’ll be fine.” He says waving off her concern as they both continue to eat their lunch.

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Later that night Y/m couldn’t help laughing as quietly as she could, as she watched her boyfriend struggle to climb through her window.

“Your crazy.” She stated still laughing quietly so her father hopefully wouldn’t hear them.

“For you, yeah.” Dean smiled dopely up at her as he fell to her floor with a loud thud.

“Cheesy.” Y/n smiled with red blushing cheeks.

But only seconds later they both turn their heads having heard someone clear their throat in the doorway. As they looked over and there stood Clark kent, and y/n’s father looked anything but pleased.

“Oh. I’m in Y/n’s room huh?” Dean chose to play dumb like Y/n did the night before, looking around as if he’d never seen the room before.

“Yeah.” Clark answered not impressed, although slightly amused on the inside.

Dean turns around and leave’s back through the window where he came from.

“Soooooo…” Y/n stretched out not knowing what to say.

“You know I have super hearing. Right?” Clark questioned looking at her with a mixture of confusion and amusement. With the way her eyes widened he guessed not.

“So you heard - damn why do I always forget about her hearing!” Y/n shook her head and feel back onto her mattress.

“Your still grounded.” he stated although amused by her reaction he smiled shaking his head.

“Figured.” she nodded solemnly. Not like she helped her case anyway letting a boy sneak into her room.

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Bad This Time - Roman Sionis

Roman Sionis x Fem!Reader (Joker & Harley Daughter)

Warnings: none

Word count: 201

Summary: Being the daughter of Joker & Harley and dating Roman Sionis. But when her mother had been disturbing his business.

Authors Note: First Roman Sionis imagine.

Masterlist

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“Sweet;s.” Roman greeted Y/n with a kiss on the cheek and a wide smile.

“Roman.” Y/n greeted back.

“Your mother is here. Again.” He told her as they turned and headed towards the bar.

“I noticed.” Y/n glanced over to where she saw her mother dancing on a table.

Roman tilted his head letting out a breath. “Sweet’s I don’t think I need to say it, but-”

Y/n nodded looking down at her signature drink the bar keep placed in front of her. “I know. She’s been more out of control lately.”

Roman noticed Y/n’s glum expression and he didn’t like it. It didn’t sit well in his chest. “Mind sharing?”

Y/n let out a stressed sigh. “Her and dad broke up. Again. But it’s bad this time.”

“How bad this time?” Roman asked, wrapping his arm around her waist and started to rub circles into her hip.

“She burned down Ace Chemicals. That was their place.” Y/n told him looking up into his eyes. They both knew how bad that was without further words needed.

“Don’t worry, Sweet’s.” Roman squeezed her closer, his way of saying that he’ll help her through this.

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daddy’s girl.

pairings. jason todd x fem!reader

part three of n/a.

about. jason questions you, only to find something out that he didn’t expect.

warnings. foul language, a little smut in the beginning

ricky rocks. lol i wanna kms

“you wanted this though, didn’t you jason?” you hiked up your plaid skirt with a devious smile, one that made his chest tighten. you plopped yourself down on his lap, so you were now straddling him, your hands on his chest as he seemed to try his best to lean away, but you had him trapped in that chair.

his breathing became strangled as he watched you and the way you seemed to get bored so fast before an idea flickered through your mind and you began to rock your hips back and forth with your barely clothed pussy rubbing against the rough lining of the zipper of his dress pants.

“i see the way you look at me,” your hips still slowly swayed in a circle as you tilted your head before closing your eyes as if a sudden wave of pleasure took over you, which wasn’t a lie with the zipper of his pants catching against your clit. “oh jason,” you groan, “i want you to make me feel good.”

he suddenly felt swallowed whole by everything of you and you’re scent of some fruity perfume. he had to stifle a groan with everything starting to get to him; the rotation of your hips that was slowly becoming painful against his increasing growing hard on, the small sounds of whimpers pushing past your lips, and even your hands that gripped his thin white tee-shirt for dear life.

“oh god,” you bit your lip before throwing your head back, one hand releasing his shirt before gripping your own, more specifically your breast that was peaking beneath the dangerously low half unbuttoned of your school shirt, begging for his attention. “oh, jason, please. feel how wet i am.”

before he could even think, your hand grasped his, placing it right beneath your skirt where your pantries were bunched to the side, giving attention to your bare cunt, indeed wet and desperate for his fingers.

“i want you to fuck me,” your hand released his and then clutched his zipper, pulling it down and then unbuttoning, revealing the white boxers that tried their best to conceal his obvious bulge. “fuck me, jason, please—“

—jason got up fast with a cold sweat dripping down practically every inch of his body. he looked around fast with flushed cheeks and a quick beating heart that he swore was going to crack his ribs. a feeling of absolute despair clouded his brain at the realization of everything that had just went down within his very own conscience.

“fuck,” he drug his hand down his face, wiping it from sweat and sleep, trying to fix his mind straight.

for the past week all jason could think about was you. even without the whole part of you being looped into an ex drug and sex trafficking operation, you were always bearing in his mind with every fucking move you made.

he didn’t get you. he couldn’t figure you out at all.

even after going to bruce.

“you realize you’re putting us in a very bad position, right?”

“no, dick, i didn’t,” bruce didn’t show an inch of remorse nor surprisal as he tinkered with one of his gadgets.

“if what jason is saying, is correct, that could mean a number of things that could all lead to bad things,” dick had his hands held out, enunciating the best he could, like he was talking to a child, but bruce still didn’t look up nor show any real sign that he was listening. “things that could include a death.”

“no need to get dramatic, dick,” bruce shook his head while setting down his piece of work, finally looking up to his two sons who stared at him with serious statures. “you two are thinking way too far into this than you need to be.”

jason’s brows narrowed in as he stared at bruce in disbelief, “you do realize i killed her pimp.”

“i’m sure she’s grateful,” he turned in his chair, starting another project. “maybe ask her about it instead of being a crook and making it a larger deal than needed.”

the fact that bruce couldn’t care less annoyed him, further more leading jason to disperse from the house for another month—something you weren’t surprised by nor cornered, because you had no idea what was really going on.

you grew accustomed to jason’s absence and you found it a lot more enjoyable than you originally thought you would. especially since you could breathe without him questioning your next move.

jason, however, was finding it quite difficult without your presence.

“master todd, we didn’t expect you.”

jason disregarded alfred as he made his way in the mansion, nodding to his words, “don’t worry.”

“not staying for long, i assume?”

“who knows,” he trudged down the entrance of the foyer before making his way to the staircase that led to the bedrooms, picking out to yours. 

“c’mon, let’s go,” he opened your door without a knock, revealing you standing in the midst of your room, putting things away at your desk. “i’m only going to ask you once, let’s go.”

a strange look crossed your face as you stared at him, not knowing what to say, not really knowing what to do until he moves away from the door and back toward the stairs.

you follow him and don’t stop till he stands by his bike.

“you’re gonna have to tell me where we’re going if you want me to get on that with you.”

“what, you scared?” he hummed, pulling out a helmet before offering it to you.

you slightly smirk, swaying on your feet, “no, not scared, just don’t trust you.”

jason scoffed, “you’re one to talk.”

“and you’re a saint?”

“just take the damn bike helmet and get on.”

“only if you let me drive it,” you eyed him up and down with a smirk.

“yeah, you wish, princess.”

**

“you initiating me into your gang or something?”

jason didn’t even attempt to answer as he rolled his eyes, continuing to lead you down the busy side walk where he soon walked into a diner that you hadn’t ever seen before.

you still paused, looking the building up and down in hesitation, your chest burning with the analyzation of the building. you had no choice to follow him in.

“you want to be friends now?”

“whoever said i didn’t?”

you slid into the other side of the booth that jason had chosen.

“i don’t know, it seems you have a strong repulsion whenever i come within five feet of you.”

“and you’re not the same way?” jason thinks of the revolting attitude you carry against him ever since the christmas party and he’s almost annoyed that you were trying to pin the hostile nature between the two of you on him.

“why’re you so concerned how i feel about you?” you leaned forward on your forearms, narrowing your brows on him.

you were being contradicting and he couldn’t tell if it was purposeful or not. either way, jason could feel his annoyance building up progressively and he was beginning to regret wanting to talk to you.

“maybe i find you intriguing,” it’s the best he could come up with as he shrugged simply, clasping his hands in front of him on the table top. “i mean ex-stripper, you gotta have some stories.”

any sign of amusement drops from your face as you now slightly glare at him, surveying his face, looking for what his game was.

“funny.”

“you think so?” he now leans back in the booth, more relaxed now that the conversation was going his way. “i think so. i think it’s really ironic too, you know? because of bruce and i also shutting that place down.”

“i think it’s really ironic that that’s where you brought me today,” you weren’t entertained at all, and at first you thought it was some coincidence that jason took you to this diner the that used to be the exact strip club you worked at before this conversation was brought up.

you were beginning to think it wasn’t a coincidence at all.

“funny.”

“you think you’re so smart jason todd,” you mirrored his slack position against your side of the booth, but everything about you was still tensed and annoyed. “maybe take time to actually read between the lines and not what was just on the police report.”

“there was no reading between the lines with your case, y/n. there’s millions that i’ve been through that mirror exactly yours with every minor detail. stay mad that i killed your pimp.”

“he wasn’t my pimp, asshole.”

“then who was he?” jason quirked a brow, “your manager? your friend? your boyfriend? whatever label you had on that man, it doesn’t change who he was. he’s still a guy who marked your body for prices.”

your face was screwed up, lines of slight confusion inking your expression as he spoke, “he was my father.”

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Gotham Riddler x reader x Penguin episode 1 (Part 2)

Long time no see (Part 2)

*FlashBack from Season 2*

The large wall clock's ticking sound was fitting the client dining room where Oswald was sitting while waiting patiently for his father's return. He said he would be back in a moment but it seemed much longer to him for a strange reason. Could it be his overwhelming feeling that he wasn't alone anymore and had a real family and place to call home? Or.....perhaps he was just couldn't help but be impatient as usual.

Just then the big double doors opened wide as Mr. Elijah entered in with a joyful smile. "My apologies to keep you wait for so long, son. But now...I have the great honor to present you....my savior" The old man stepped aside revealing you who was standing right there with your hands behind your back and a nervous excretion across your face.

"Oh, please don't hide your beautiful face by staring down, you have nothing to be shy about...I accuse you, my dear" His soft tone made you feel less stressed, a bit at the very least. After all, it was your very first time to be invited for dinner here. Your face raised slowly up to meet with Oswald's icy blue eyes.

The raven-haired young man could feel his heart skip a beat only from the first sight of you. He could feel standing up from his seat quickly before he walked his way over you.

It was a matter of seconds for you to notice the 'difference' between his one foot and the way he was walking. But instead, like most people who found it to be funny...you thought it was rather cute.

Elijah stared with a clearly satisfied smile over you both as his reach to give your back some gentle taps. "My beloved son, meet (Name), my dear this is my boy, Oswald. I have a feeling...you two are going to get along pretty well"

"Oswald huh? That's a cool name you have" You commented happily and reached out your hand for a friendly shake.

As soon as he saw that move of yours, his hand cupped with yours in a perfect match. "I-It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance" Unknown to you, a gasp escaped from his mouth as a warm feeling began to fit in him.

"So, how about we all have a seat? Dinner will be ready soon and I think, we have much to discuss together. what you both think?"

"Yes of course, um....as soon as Oswald could let go of my hand" You didn't want to hear rude at all but your head couldn't think of any other way to make the young guy get your point.

"Oh, I...I am s-so sorry" Oswald chuckled nervously before he tried to apologize and removed his hand away.

Oswald stared at (name) contemplating how they held their composure before him and Mr. Elisah. There was something enticing about this person that kept pulling his gaze towards them, he watched how (name) became somewhat distracted by his chilling gaze. Oswald picked up the glass of red wine that was sat in front of him; he raised the glass to his lips before enquiring. "How did you find your journey?"  

For Oswald is felt somewhat odd trying to engage in small talk, which was very unusual for him for he had mastered the skill along the time ago, but today...it was hard to even do so. The creature before him had made him feel unsettled. He took a sip of the red wine awaiting (name) response.  

You hesitated to give an answer at first, as your hand reached to buy the back of your neck a bit nervously. "Well...I meet Mr. Elijah in one of my usual morning walks. He lost his balance and fell over the train rails. I didn't even realize how I found myself down there and trying my best help him clamp to the safety, the train was coming and the last moment...."

"They saved me Oswald" Elijah finished (Name's) line for them as he finally sat back to his chair. "That's why I felt so grateful for the kindness this remarkable person showed me, so I invited them here as a way to say 'Thank you'. However, I know just some food is not enough..."

"No, my good sir you invite me here and that's more than enough for me. You see, my grandmother passed away some weeks before and she was the only one I had left. Where I saw asking for help and not a single person bothered to take the risk and try to make a move, I just had to do so. Not to mention I had the honor to meet your son as well. Forgive me if I'll hear rude Oswald but could I ask you a question?...A favor if you will"

Oswald placed the glass of red down and cocked his head and eyebrows. "I'm truly sorry for your loss of your grandmother, truly I am. Please ask away in regards to your favor, seems only fair since you saved my father from the perils of the oncoming train"

"I find your name pretty unusual yet quite fascinated so....would you allow me from now on to call you Oz?" You questioned with sparkled eyes in the hope he would accept your request. None of your both could see Elisah who was staring between you with a knowing smile across his face, he knew there was something on the air that was attracting you both like magnets. He knew it was a good decision to bring you hereafter all

Oswald reclined back into his chair with a smirk on his face. "Usually I don't like people calling me 'nicknames'. However, since this is a small request due to such a huge favor you did for my father. I suppose I could be as so inclined to allow you and let me make this very clear...only you to call me Oz"

He gave a slight chuckle, then noticed his father's eyes watching them both. "Is there something you wish to add father?"

"You both remind me of the first time your mother and I met. I mean...your case is different from what ours was, but you seem to get along rather quick...just like how it happened with your mother. However, I have the mention you should be more polite the way you talk to someone....especially when this person is (Name)" With the first thought it seemed Elijah kind scold on his son for his rather overproud behavior when the actual truth was it was just pure helping advice from a loving father.

Oswald rolled his eyes at his father's voice "I understand your words come from love of a father, however you should not be meddling in such affairs for myself and (Name)" Oswald smirked once more, "Besides we barely know one another, they only have my permission to call me Oz but that is it. Should I seek out this person before me as an equal I shall do so on my own terms? You forget father that I am a man. However, I must admit (Name) is only a little gentle on my eyes"

Oswald grabbed his fork and knife, then began cutting into his food before him. "(Name) if you found out coming across a being that had some magnetic pull on you, would you let it pull you in or would you resist? I prefer a game of giving and take myself" Oswalds laughed at his own inner joke in his head"

"I....didn't mean to offend anyone. You're right the fact I saved your father's life doesn't mean I have the right to call you with a nickname you dislike others to call you. Also, forgive me if I got too far by asking you such a thing from the moment we barely know each other, just as you said. And as about the magnetic connection you mentioned before....it depends on what kind of person I come across and how they approach and behavior towards me. I won't tolerate any low treatment when it comes to people who think rather higher from others just because they have riches and power on their hands. Do not misunderstand me, I have respect towards people in general...But most of all, I have respect for myself and in order to answer your joke-question. If this magnetic power you talked about would lead me to someone I sense he is worthful, I would be more than glad to let it pull me straight to them. But if they wouldn't be worthy enough......I would absolutely resist with everything I got. Just to let you know I am not a person who goes down without a fight...I accuse you that" Your previous calm and happy mood changed into a more serious one as your eyes never broke contact with Oswald's.

Mr. Elijah notices the electric fences between you both started to become stronger but he knew he couldn't do anything to stop it. Oswald was so right, he's a full-grown man and even as a father he should let his son do whatever he thinks is for the best, He only hoped Oswald could manage to calm things between them eventually.

"Well I'm glad we are all on the same page, let us enjoy the food before us" Oswald focused his sights upon his food, figuring it was better to avoid staring at their guest. Knowing that the charged atmosphere was becoming too much, he was even beginning to get a mild headache. He reached for his glass of wine again and sipped it. " I do wish to know however what your plans are within our city?" Oswald asked but still focused on his food.

You finally felt ready to start eating when you began to cut your food in small pieces rather skillfully. "As I said before, my dear grandma isn't with me anymore so I want to take a risk and make a trip I dreamed for such a long time. But I couldn't leave without saying goodbye to Mr. Elisah. I don't how long it will take me to complete my journey but I am gonna make it out no matter what difficulties I'll find on my way" Your tone returned in a calmer one once again as you felt more comfortable on your seat and continue eating.

"So I guess we won't have the pleasure to see you any time soon eh? What a shame, though I am glad you took such an important decision and follow your dreams. I wish I would be more confident and brave when I was at yours and my son's age"

Oswald looked up at your face "Perhaps you would like to stay in Gotham just for a few nights before you venture forth. I could gladly show you some of our most beautiful assets. That is if you wish too?" He said with a broadening smile on his face.

Your eyebrow raised up from the young man's offer that surprised you a bit. What's with this guy anyway? The one moment he seems all shy and nervous, the other an overproud spoiled brat, and the next....generous and willing to make you change your mind in order to stay for a while longer? Seriously, it was hard to understand the way his mind works. "This...is a kind offer of your part, but I am afraid it's too late to change my plans, you see I will leave today" You explained calmly, before whipping the drops of food away from the corners of your mouth with the help of a small towel.

As soon as you stood up from your seat, Elijah followed along and walked over to stand right before you. He gazed down at you with a rather serious expression across his face as then he opened his arms wide and pulled you into a warm embrace. "I will miss you, my child...I will really miss you" He whispered softly, it seemed like he was almost ready to cry yet no tears were visible. "My son, could you do me the favor and accompany our dear friend out? To make sure they'll be fine" Elijah glanced over Oswald with a knowing smile.

Oswald peaked his head to look out through the window, it was a heavy downpour. "Let me retrieve my umbrella, can't have you getting a chill" Oswald stood from the table and walked with both his back heels touching each other, no matter how hard he tried to point feet forward it ached beyond comprehension. As he walked to the rack which contained the black umbrella he contemplated about you briefly and how the night had gone so far. He thus picked up his umbrella and escorted you out of the house where it was a cold bitter rainstorm.

"Wow, man what a storm..." You said mostly to yourself once glanced up to the heavy raining sky that was full of dark gray clouds. Fortunately, you didn't get wet at all thanks to Oswald's umbrella what was hovering upon both yours and his head. You turned around to face the raven-haired guy and let out a kinda disappointing sight. "Let's hope I'll be lucky enough to won't have to swim cross the roads" You chuckled to your own joke but more from nervousness. "Well, it was....nice to meet you, Oz-...errr Oswald, I mean" You smiled politely and your hand reached out for him to shake one last time.

"Please, you can call me Oz. Should you need anything at all from me or my father, you are more than welcome to return" As they shook hands Oswald gave (Name) a warm, reaffirming stare, there was something almost of the spark within his gaze. "Till we meet again?"

"Yeah, until then, I suppose. Please watch over your dad, he's a really good man and now you both reunited...he's gonna need you the most. At least that's what I think" You were about to let go of Oswald's hand but just then you felt him grabbing your wrist gently. What made you turn your gaze back to face the guy and watched in shock as he gave you his umbrella to hold. "Wh-what? Oz, this is yours...I can't take it with me you know"

"I insist, should you find yourself in need of shelter, plus consider it a small token of my appreciation" With that being said Oswald Cobblepot watched (Name) walk away.

OUR MUM IS A WHAT?!

Pairing: Batfam Imagine/Bruce Wayne Imagine 

Plot: All is well with the Wayne family, however when Y/N’s past comes back to haunt her, she must not only face her enemies but unravel truths that may break her family forever. P.S. I’m terrible at titles for stories!

A/N: I’ve been so nervous to release the first story since I stopped writing two years ago. But nonetheless I’m so excited to share this with all of you. I worked really hard on it and cannot wait for you to see it for yourselves. Enjoy!

Prompts (If you would like to request a prompt, please include the name of the list and the number of the prompts along with the character of your choice)

70: “ This is why I fell in love with you.” (Love list)

24: “ You need to leave.” (Angst list)

SERIES MASTERLIST 

I settled myself down in front of the batcomputer, watching as my husband’s and son’s trackers flashed at a location within Gotham. I sighed heavily, weaving my fingertips around my necklace as I continued to write up reports from their previous patrols.

Gotham had recently been under siege by Bane and his followers, keeping Batman very busy. However with the leads found by Tim and Jason while they were on recon, they were able to find their base and decided to infiltrate it.

I had met Bruce at a dazzling art gallery opening where the finest socialites of Gotham had been invited to. I had been lucky enough to score a job as a curator, and just happened to also catch the eye of the leading man and Gotham’s richest playboy.

It was very early on in their relationship that he admitted to being the vigilante Batman, which in all honesty, I wasn’t too surprised by due to his sudden disappearances at events and the bruises he’d poorly cover when on a date. 

Eventually we married (in all honesty the wedding was for Alfred, but I couldn’t help but admit how much I enjoyed the first of many evenings of being called Mrs Wayne by my now husband).

Then in tow came the children, one by one. I loved them all so much, and though I craved to have a child of my own, I was happy with the four sons that I and Bruce were blessed with in my life—

‘They’ll be fine Madam.’

I yelped as Alfred’s voice echoed through the cave, turning to see him making his way down the stairs, only to fall back against the seat with a heavy sigh. ‘I know Alfred, I just can’t help but worry at times, especially when these sort of missions occur. Motherly instinct I guess.’

The butler chuckled as he placed down a steaming hot cup of cocoa beside me on the desk, ‘It is not a crime to worry Mrs. Wayne. You should have no shame in that. I know that they lean on you for support but you must remember you need someone to lean on as well. You can’t carry all the problems of the world on my shoulders. Speaking of shoulders, I brought down my shawl, its way too cold to be down here without it, especially with winter drawing closer.’

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