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timmyyyturner · 16 days

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Dm's: Jason Todd x Fem! Reader

TW: Alcohol.

jasontodd: I'm in love with you.

y/nl/n: i literally have no idea who you are.

It started a few months ago when you were followed by some random guy on Instagram. He had a racking of 28 Million followers and you were just a girl with 2K posting GRWM's and make up tutorials.

jasontodd: you looked so pretty in your livestream like MARRY ME TF??? ♡ liked by y/nl/n

y/nl/n: thank you, baby ♡ liked by jasontodd

You didn't get why you were so special.

y/nl/n: *voice memo* I'm serious like is there a reason you think I'm soooo pretty? ♡ liked by jasontodd

jasontodd: Damn. Even your voice is hot.

jasontodd: I'm sorry for inhaling the same oxygen as you🙏

y/nl/n: LMAO

It was kinda cute, kinda stalkery. Every single thing you posted he liked, seconds after. Praising you like you were an absolute goddess. At first you thought maybe it was a fake account but no, he was the real deal (he sent you a picture of his ID with blurred out details). When you Googled his name, you didn't expect his adoptive dad to be the BRUCE WAYNE. You might not be Wayne obsessed but everyone in Gotham know who Bruce Wayne was.

jasontodd: You busy??????

y/nl/n: no, why?

It was late almost 3 in the morning and you'd been occupied by messaging some guy who slid into your dm's six months ago. You were surprised when a incoming video call notification popped up on your phone. You were hesitant to but answered it. "Hello?" His camera was moving a lot but it was quite on his side, you could hear how heavy his footsteps were. You were laying in bed cozied up holding your pillow in your arms, another propping up the phone.

"Gimme a second." You watched him set the camera up in his bathroom, toothbrush hunging from his mouth. "There." He continued brushing his teeth. "Where are you going dressed so handsomely?" He snickered. "Well, pretty lady. It's not where I am heading but where I've been. I just got home from a friends after party."

"Probably using the art of back bending to bring home chicks?" You tilted your head. "Unless the chick was you, pretty, Ion want her near me." You smiled, He yawned causing you to do the same. "Dick is making me brush my teeth cause I threw up in his car and now my breath stinks." You nodded, listening to his little rant. "He's getting me a bucket so I don't choke on my vomit in my sleep, how many people do you think died like that?"

"Well-" You attempted to answer but he cut you off unintentionally by throwing up off screen, thankfully before returning to the screen, rinsing his mouth and rebrushing his teeth. "Who's Azealia Banks? Is she a influencer?" You smiled. "She's in the music industry, a real controversial person." He hummed.

"Who are you talking to?" Jason picked up his phone. "My girlfriend and you can't see her cause she's mine, your brain will hurt with beauty." Jason kissed the screen before you heard Dick approach him. "C'mon Jay get in bed now."

"No." You watched Dick attempt drag Jason— who was throwing lowsy kicks and punches at Dick— to bed. You giggled watching the camera angle change in the hands of drunk Jason before the phone fell somewhere. "Get. In. Bed."

"No." It was funny hearing Jason have an actual sibling bond. "Fine, I'll just call in the big guns. ALFRED!" You could hear Jason mumble a 'fine' before a ruffling of blankets as he got in bed. "NOT ON YOUR STOMACH!" Dick yelled, picking up the phone, looking at you. You waved at him sweetly. "Jason, there's no way you pulled her. She's so pretty and nice and you're... Jason." Jason snatched the phone frowning. "I don't like you." Jason laid on his side, Dick was on his way out of the room before turning to Jason to say something. "Hey, Y/n, do you wanna get married tommorow?"

"Uhm, I'll discuss this with sober you, okay baby." Jason hummed. "Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?" You smiled. "Okay." Dick smiled leaving the room.

He fell asleep a little over a hour later. You pressed a kiss to your screen before hanging up and going to bed. He woke up with a throbbing headache. He grabbed his phone seeing you posted on your story 30 minutes ago. He opened it seeing a picture of him and you on a video call. Did he call you last night?

"don't go! what if I choke on my drunk vomit and die?!" - jason todd. He chuckled reading that. He liked the story immediately getting a reply.

y/nl/n: alive then?

He smiled.

jasontodd: Sorry about last night lol.

y/nl/n: lol don't worry about it :))!

After that you sent him a picture of lots of you cooking, which he liked. What you did next though surprised him.

y/nl/n: 📍live location

y/nl/n: join me? we can discuss our marriage, boyfriend ;)

He never got out of bed faster.

#jason todd #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x reader #red hood #Drunk Jason Todd #he makes me so soft #timmyyyturner

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slut4thebroken · 6 months

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The Arkham Knight’s Whore

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pairing | Arkham Knight x reader

Summary | Exactly what the title says.

Warnings | 18+, sexual content, smut, sexual slavery??, but consensual, exhibitionism, rough sex, humiliation, degradation, praise, he hates everyone but you, possessive!jason, ruined orgasm, orgasm delay/denial, threats of using a chastity belt lol, creampie hehe, idk what else tbh.

Words | 3.4 k

Notes | Idk man one day I just had a vision.

Ao3 link | <3

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The voices of the men were muffled in your fuzzy brain. The only things you could focus on were the hard ground you were kneeling on, the collar wrapped tightly around your neck, and the breeze making your mostly nude body tremble. This was how most days went by— in a blur, not ever truly being able to focus on anything. Especially if it was something other than the man you were kneeling next to.

A gloved hand started stroking your hair, making you sigh and close your eyes with a small smile. His rare acts of affection were your favorite part of the entire day. Anytime he’d cup your cheek or lightly caress your body, you always savored the touch. Especially because it was usually followed not long after by a rougher touch instead. His movements paused and he grabbed your hair, then yanked your head back until you were looking up at him.

“Are you listening, pet?”

“N-no. I’m sorry.” You said quietly, trying to focus on him and not get lost in the painful feeling on your scalp that was making your core ache.

“Come here.” You were barely able to hide the eagerness in your movements as you got up to straddle his lap, paying no mind to the men behind you. You waited with your hands behind your back until he grabbed them and placed them on his shoulders. He started rubbing his hands up and down your thighs slowly, teasing you.

“I’m going out tonight. I want you in my room, naked and on your knees, when I return.”

“Yes, sir.” You wondered if he had something specific planned for tonight.

“What are you looking at?” He barked, making you jump. Then, “Sorry for scaring you, pet. Not you, don’t worry.” You breathed out a sigh of relief. Sometimes you really hated when he wore the helmet.

“You. Come here.” Out of the corner of your eye you saw him point to someone behind you. Slow footsteps were heard until they finally stopped.

“Sir?” The man asked, voice trembling.

“You know the rules, yes?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Tell me which one you just broke.” Even through the distortion you could hear how scary he sounded.

“I- I looked at her.”

“That’s right. Not a hard rule is it? If you were doing your job, your attention should’ve been elsewhere so help me understand why it was on her.” His hands stopped to grip your thighs, making you gasp quietly.

“I- I’m sorry, sir. It won’t- it won’t happen again.” He stammered, the fear in his voice painfully obvious.

“No. It won’t.” He grabbed the gun from his thigh and quickly shot the man. Because of the loud noise close to your ears, your hearing went a little muffled, but you could faintly hear his body dropping to the floor.

“A reminder,” He said loudly, addressing the rest of the men in the room, “anyone looks at, speaks to, or touches her… they’re a dead man. Understand?” A chorus of “yes, sir” filled the room and he turned his attention back to you as he holstered the gun.

“Go to my room. Someone will bring you food soon.” His voice was notably softer now.

“Yes, sir. How long will you be gone?”

“Just a few hours.”

“Okay. Be safe.” You said quietly, giving him a small smile.

After you showered, got ready for bed, and ate, you were starting to get more anxious about when you should go to the floor to wait for him. You didn’t want him to come back and not find you where he wanted, but at the same time you didn’t want to kneel for that long. Eventually you decided to sit down on the floor and read. Anytime you heard footsteps outside the door, you threw your book down and got on your knees. And each time, you were disappointed when they walked right past the door.

Finally when the door opened, you snapped your head down to face the floor, listening to it close and then his footsteps around the room. You heard the loud thud of his helmet dropping on a table and almost looked up at the sudden noise. His footsteps kept growing closer until they stopped behind you and his fingers were running through your hair.

“Did you behave?” The sound of his non distorted voice always made you melt.

“Yes, sir.” You wanted to ask how his night went, but you’re not sure what kind of mood he’s in yet.

“Good girl.” His hand snaked around until it wrapped around the front of your neck, pulling your head back to look up at him. “You ready for me?”

“Always.” When the corners of his lips turned up it was better than any orgasm you could ever have. He helped you up by your neck, then placed both of his hands on your hips, pulling you into him. He didn’t wait long before leaning down and pressing his lips to your neck, kissing the sensitive skin. You bit your lip and dug your nails into your palms painfully as you resisted bringing your hands up to touch him. When he suddenly took a step back, you barely managed to swallow down the whimper in time.

“On the bed, ass up.” He said while working on taking off his belt. You eagerly climbed onto the bed and settled in the center before lifting yourself up onto your knees, keeping your head and shoulders down. You didn’t even hear him move before hands were being placed on the backs of your thighs, slowly snaking up. He groped your ass roughly, making your breath hitch. When his thumb brushed over your slit, you bit down on the sheets, not wanting to be loud without his permission.

“Always so fucking wet.” He muttered, making your face heat up. “You like it, don’t you? Being my whore.” He spoke more clearly now and you let out a low whine.

“Yes, sir.” You said through a moan, resisting pushing your hips back into his touch.

“Good. Because I’m not planning on letting you go anytime soon.” You weren't sure if he was intending for it to sound literal or metaphorical, but deep down you knew that he was being completely serious.

The blunt head of his cock replaced his thumb and he dragged it up and down your slit slowly. You didn’t have to wait long before he was pushing into you, splitting you open despite the fact that you’ve gotten used to his size after all this time. You buried your head into the sheets to muffle your moans, but he just leaned over you, making his length go even deeper, then grabbed your hair and pulled your head back up. When his hips were completely pressed to yours, he stilled, letting you adjust. Your chest heaved as you tried to relax your body, hoping to lessen the sting. After only another moment, he was moving his hips back until just the tip was inside of you, then slamming back in. You let out a choked moan at the force of his thrust but quickly put a hand over your mouth to silence yourself.

“I want to hear you, bitch. Let everyone know who’s fucking you.” You tentatively removed your hand and he pulled out again, faster this time, and slammed back in even harder. He continued like this for a while until his hand released your hair to grab your hip. As he pounded your already aching hole, you tried to keep your head up so he could hear you. A knock at the door made the moan catch in your throat.

“What?” He barked, still snapping his hips into you, even as the door opened. You let out a low whine and buried your face in the sheets, but he grabbed your hair again and lifted you up.

“Sir, you wanted to be notified immediately after a sighting— He’s at the docks. Robin too.” You tried to keep your moans in as the man spoke, but he yanked on your hair, making you cry out.

“Find out why he’s there.” His voice wasn’t even slightly breathless as his brutal pace continued.

“Yes, sir.” When the door closed, he pushed your head forward as he let go of your hair, then roughly pulled out. Because you weren’t holding your head up at all, it fell onto the bed, making you release a muffled grunt. He smacked your ass only once before grabbing you and flipping you onto your back.

“I thought I said I wanted to hear you.” He growled, roughly grabbing your thighs and forcing your legs open. Before you could even think of apologizing, his hand was coming down hard on your clit. You let out a choked sob and he did it again before you could fully recover.

“I-I’m sorry! Please-” You cut yourself off with another sob as he hit you once again. Seemingly giving you mercy, he slid inside of you again and lifted your lower half off the bed to start snapping his hips into you. You watched his eyes trail all over your body and the way his lips parted as he panted quietly, but that was the only skin you could see and you wished one day he’d let you see all of him. But it took him so long before he was able to take the helmet off, and even then, for the first few times, he kept you on your knees with your face buried in the sheets and immediately put it back on after.

As the knot of arousal in stomach grew tighter, you willed yourself to hold off your orgasm until he gave you permission. Which proved to be a difficult feat as his thrusts became more frenzied and his pants turned into low grunts and moans.

“Please,” You gasped out, feeling tears of desperation make their way into your eyes. “Please! Sir, I need to come.” You cried.

“Hold it or you won’t be able to sit for a fucking week.” He growled, adding to the arousal growing in your stomach.

“I- I’m trying,” You whimpered, a few tears falling down your temples into your hair.

“Needy fucking whore, always worried about your own pleasure. Do I need to train you again?” You whined at his words, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Or maybe I should just lock up your cunt permanently— use your other fuck holes instead.”

“Oh god,” You sobbed out.

“You like the sound of that? You wanna be a proper fuck toy? Just a little fleshlight for my cock?” And god- you did fucking like the sound of that.

“I- I can’t hold it, sir.” You whispered, squeezing your eyes shut and focusing on staving off your orgasm. He slowed to a stop, making you whine and squirm, his grip tightening on your hips painfully in response.

“Greedy fucking slut.” He spat.

“I’m sorry.” You whimpered, still trying to move your hips to get the friction back.

“Keep acting up and I’ll fuck your ass right now— no lube, no prep.” He warned, making you freeze. “There you go. You can be an obedient little whore, you just need some motivation, don’t you?” He cooed mockingly and you whined with a blush.

“I’m going to keep fucking you. If you come, I’ll ruin it, then finish in your ass. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” You whispered, staring up at him with wide, tearful eyes. He resumed the brutal pace, making you cry out at the sudden pleasure.

“Fucking take it.” He gritted, hips snapping into you impossibly faster and harder. “You want to be my whore? Then act like it.” Your hands fisted the sheets hard enough to make your fingers ache as you focused on anything but your impending orgasm. His words were making it incredibly difficult though.

“Don’t forget, bitch— you’re replaceable. I can get a pocket pussy anytime I want and at least that toy will actually focus on my pleasure for once.” He spat, making you let out a choked sob.

“I’m sorry— please I’m sorry, sir, I just- I can’t help it.” You cried, walls fluttering around his length as you got closer and closer. “You just feel so fucking good.” You whimpered. His grip tightened on your hips even more, making you wince.

“I guess I shouldn’t expect much else from a slut, should I? You get a cock inside you and all that training just disappears.”

“No- no, I’m sorry.” Despite the protest, it was getting harder and harder to prove that his statement was incorrect. “I still remember— I’m good.” You whimpered.

“Oh are you?” He asked and you nodded in response. “I don’t know if I believe you. Not when you’re seconds away from coming without permission.”

“I'm trying! Please, I'm trying..” You said through a sob, tears welling in your eyes. When someone knocked on the door again, your eyes widened as you whimpered.

“What?” He spat, never slowing his pace. The door opened and you bit your lip, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Falcone’s guys are there. We think he’s trying to bust one of his imports.”

You tried to think about violent death, vomit, dead animals— anything to hold off your orgasm. But it was no use. Slapping a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans, your back arched even more in his hold as you fell over the edge. He stopped abruptly, making you whine and try to fuck yourself on his cock, which was useless because of the way he was holding you.

“I’ll deal with it later. Let me know if anything important goes down.”

“Yes, sir.” He said, then closed the door. The second it was shut, you were being dropped onto the bed, his cock leaving your sensitive hole almost painfully.

“Stupid fucking slut.” He spat, making your bottom lip tremble. You couldn’t look at him, not when you knew how furious he was. “That’s what gets you off? Being watched by my men? Maybe I should bring a few in here so you can give them a real show.”

“…No.” You whined, brows furrowed as you frowned.

“No? But you seemed to enjoy it just now… After all, you fucking came from it.” You let out a choked sob at the venom in his voice.

“I’m sorry, sir.” You whimpered.

“What am I gonna do with you, huh? Clearly training doesn't work.”

“Please— I’m sorry. It was an accident.”

“Maybe I should just lock up your cunt until you can learn to follow orders.” He gave a harsh slap to your clit and you cried out as tears welled in your eyes.

“No! No— please. Please don’t, master,”

“Oh it’s master now?” He chuckled, making your face heat up.

“Y-yes. You’re my master, my owner. And I’m your whore, sir.” You whimpered.

“That’s fuckin right. But what does it say about me if I allow my bitch to disobey me?”

“I’m sorry, sir. Please punish me, hurt me— anything but locking me up.” You begged pathetically. He seemed to think about it for a moment before getting an idea.

“I’ll let you choose your punishment. You can either be locked up for however long I see fit, or I can fuck your ass right now, without any prep or lube.” You whined and looked away from him.

“Sir…”

“You have three seconds, then I’m choosing for you.” He warned. You know how painful anal can be, even with some prep and lube, so you can’t even imagine what it would feel like with nothing.

“The first one.” You said quietly, feeling like you were about to cry at the thought of what you just asked for.

“Chastity belt it is then. I’ll have someone get one tonight. For now though,” he let your legs drape over his hips as he lined his cock back up with your hole, “I might as well come in this fuck hole one last time.” He pushed in and immediately started bucking his hips, making you choke on a moan at the suddenness. “I hope it was worth it. That was the last orgasm you’ll have for a while.” You whined and squeezed your eyes shut— it wasn’t worth it. But he knew that.

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“Fucking save it. Just shut up and let me use my defective fleshlight to get myself off.” A strangled moan escaped you at the blatant objectification and humiliation of you. You bit your lip to muffle as much sound as you could, trying to be good for him.

You could tell he was close though which was making it harder. His hips snapped into your abused hole relentlessly and he was letting out quiet grunts and moans as his eyes trailed over your body.

“Can’t believe I fuckin’ keep you around.” He muttered, making you frown. “A sex doll would do a better job than you.” You wanted to apologize and beg and plead, but you weren’t sure if you were allowed to talk. So you stared up at him with furrowed brows, your bottom lip trembling as the tears finally started to fall. “Don’t fucking cry about it, we both know it’s true.” He spat, making you whine pathetically.

“I don’t ask for much, do I? I just want a warm hole to fuck and pretty, obedient little bitch to use however I want. I give you a bed, a collar, three meals a day, my cock, all of those silly books, but you can’t do just that in return?”

“Permission to speak, sir?” You said quietly, your voice barely audible over the loud smacking of skin as he fucked you.

“Since you asked so nicely.”

“I- I’m sorry for making you unhappy. I appreciate everything that you do for me and I want to return the favor however you wish… ‘m gonna be better, sir. Promise.” It was hard to get the words out with the intensity of his thrusts but you did a decent enough job for him to understand at least.

“However I wish?”

“Yes, master.”

“Let’s start by making me come then, hm?” You nodded eagerly, excited for him to finally fill you up. He grabbed your hips and lifted you off the bed a few inches to start snapping into you at a brutal pace.

“You’re my fuckin’ whore, you understand?” He growled, breathing growing heavier. “My men don’t make you come— I do. So fucking act like it.”

“I only come for you. N-no one else.” You whimpered, fisting the sheets to try and ground yourself.. “I only serve you, ‘m your whore. No one else’s.” You agreed, nodding desperately.

His low grunts and moans got louder until he was forcing his cock deep inside you and holding you there as his cock started twitching, spurring ropes of come against your walls. He cursed under his breath as his hips occasionally bucked forward, trying to bury his length impossibly deeper even though the pressure on your cervix was almost becoming painful.

“Who’s whore are you?” He asked through a breath, chest lightly heaving as he panted.

“Yours.” You were equally breathless. He leaned over you and grabbed your cheeks in one hand, making you let out a startled whimper.

“Say my fuckin’ name! Who’s whore are you?” He all but yelled, scaring you a little.

“The Arkham Knight’s! I’m the Arkham Knight's whore.” You rushed out and he studied your face for a moment, making you stomach twist with nerves.

“That’s right. And unless you want to be replaced, you better start acting like it.” He leaned back up and slowly pulled out, then spread your folds for a better view of his come dripping from your hole. “It’s a shame such a good cunt is going to waste.” You blushed and frowned in response.

“I’m sorry, sir.” You said quietly.

“I know.” He suddenly got up and retrieved some rope then reached for your wrists. You held them out to him as he tied them together, then to the headboard. “Since I can’t trust you to not come without permission, you’ll stay tied up until I come back with the chastity belt.” You whined and squirmed, pulling on the knots to test their strength, but they were unmoving. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”

“Hours?” You whimpered as he stood up. Your cunt was still aching and he was going to leave you like this for hours? Instead of responding, he grabbed his helmet and walked out. You let out a heavy breath and did your best to not think about anything that would get you even more worked up, but it was useless. You couldn’t help but think about what he was doing right now and what that would mean for you in the very near future.

Sorry I lowkey don’t know how to end this lmao

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wannaeatramyeon · 10 months

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Can we get lookism boys seeing their s/o for the first time?

Literally love at first sight and maybe their reactions?

Thanks,

Thanks for the ask! I've written a few slightly more fleshed out 'Meeting for the First Time' listed here (Gun, Goo, Jake, Johan). But let's do some other scenario for my usual suspects.

Umm...I actually really dislike the love at first sight trope. But I do like the double-take at first meeting trope, yknow what I'm saying? Here's a mix of everything!

Love at First Sight Double-Take at First-ish Meeting: Gun, Goo, Jake, Sammy, Vin + Taehoon!

Gun Park - Ultra Instinct

Gun is not ashamed to admit that it was the sashay of your hips that turned his head at first. He is a hot blooded male after all.

And then when you whirled around, asking "See something you like?"with a confident smirk and your own jet-black eyes staring back, moments before landing a throat punch.

Well. Gun is a goner. Head over heels, lying-awake-thinking-of-you obsessed.

Maybe he should have gotten a name. But two UI users meeting each other can't just be a coincidence, he must be destined to see you again.

Who would have thought Gun Park would believe in something as ridiculous as fate.

Goo Kim - Reflection

Goo detested you on first meeting. How can such a pretty face have so much venom.

All double-edged and saccharine, nothing to be taken at face value. You even had the audacity to ask if the weapon wielding was compensating for something.

And to add insult to injury, Gun had laughed. Goo didn't even realise Gun was capable of such emotion.

Ugh. Goo does not like having a taste of his own medicine.

As the day dragged on, Goo's obsession grew. It really was like looking into a mirror. Sure this reflection isn't as sexy as his usual. But. It's still pretty sexy nonetheless.

Huh, he wanders the corridors with a sly grin, wondering about you, Let's see how well you can keep up with me.

Jake Kim - Business Unit for Rent

Jake, for some bizarre reason relegated to realtor duties, shows you around the business unit. A long empty store that, fingers crossed, after today would no longer be a drain on the finances.

"All this can be yours for 2 million won a month," he flashes his most dazzling smile. Charming and toothy that he knows few could resist.

Unfortunately, it is completely missed by you as you continue casting an astute eye over the premises.

"Ah look at the state of this. The ventilation system is awful."

Jake blinks, looking at whatever the hell you're pointing at. "It is?"

"And the walls! It'll need plastering and floors completely redone."

"Um. Maybe it has been a while since-"

"I heard the footfall is terrible here. Constantly declining. 23% down on last year?"

Your sharp eyes peer into his and he freezes. Where the hell did you even get those stats? Not even Lua or Jason would know this.

"Well..." he scratches the back of his head, thinking of what to say.

Half an hour later, after a whirlwind of complaints and pointing out flaws, you've signed a 12 month contract for less than half the initial asking price.

Shit, Jake thinks, Jason is going to kill me. Actually... Fuck. This unit had been recently renovated to attract potential renters. And footfall figures? Must be plucked out of thin air.

You completely twisted his arm with your bullshit.

Jake can't even bring himself to be mad, he's impressed. Who the hell are you? He's looking forward to seeing more of you and your smart mouth.

Samuel Seo - Tattoos (let's ignore the timelines here)

Not many people pass Samuel's exacting standard on first meeting, but you do He's frankly impressed with your work.

Someone similar to his age yet already amassing an impressive portfolio with impeccable linework and pristine colouring. No wonder you're booked out for months.

"So," your hands graze over his pecs, all strictly business yet his skin prickles at your touch. "You're thinking of your first tattoo here?"

"Yes."

"Cool, and you want it to eventually be a Sak Yant full body?" He nods. "Ok, it's going to take a while and quite a few sessions."

You give him a smile that leaves his throat dry. "Guess we're going to see a lot of each other."

Vin Jin - My name

Vin holds out his phone and with his most charming smirk, asks for your number.

"Sure," you fold your arms, showing no intention of reaching for the device, "You can have my number if you tell me my name."

"What?"

"I'm waiting," And now it's your turn to plaster on your smirk.

Fuck, who the hell do you think you are. Vin storms into the corridor, ego bruised and mood soured. Ugh, whatever. He has plenty of chicks interested anyway. He doesn't need to-

The lightbulb goes off over his head. Mary must know. She knows goddamn everything going on in this school.

Vin dashes off in search for her, thoughts from seconds ago already completely erased and giddy at the thought of finally getting your name and your number.

Seong Taehoon - Taekwondo

The first oddity is having someone your age show up for their first lesson. Then it turns out it's not your first.

The second oddity is when Taehoon tells you to show him what you got, you execute a perfect 1080 kick.

The last oddity, which really shouldn't be an oddity at all for Taehoon's ego, is that you are a fan of his from his UFC days and you think Taekwondo is the best.

Damn. And all that punctuated with a perfect 90 degree bow and 'Master Seong' too.

If that isn't the perfect way to worm yourself under his skin. Taehoon's going to be keeping an eye on you.

#lookism #lookism x reader #gun park x reader #goo kim x reader #samuel seo x reader #jake kim x reader #vin jin x reader #seong taehoon x reader #seong taehun x reader #taehoon x reader #how to fight x reader #viral hit x reader #wannaeatramyeon

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aprocessionofthoughts · 6 months

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He's a Phantom

whumptober23 day 27- let me see fandom- dp x dc TW- brief injury summary- Jason encounters the GIW

ao3 whumptober23 masterlist part 6 of DLM

They had been searching for an hour when Jason heard a commotion. He approached the noise and saw three men in white suits on the neighboring rooftop.

His first thought was that they must be out of towners and that they were stupid to be wearing all white. His second thought was, oh shoot, they’re carrying weapons. Specifically they had weird, glowing green weapons.

He was about to call it in when all three men turned to him, raised their weapons and fired.

Jason rolled out of the way and took out his own guns as he continued to dodge their shots.

He fires off a few shots of his own and manages to hit one of the agent’s legs. But he doesn’t have time to celebrate this victory since immediately after one of the glowing green beams hits him in the shoulder.

It burns. Jason stumbles back trying to avoid the rest of the shots, but another clips his side and another his leg. He crumples to the ground. It feels like acid eating away at him. His mind is going fuzzy with pain.

He needs to call for help.

He can faintly hear them discussing how best to get to where he is. He can’t let them do that.

Shakily, he activates his comm. “O.”

“What is it, Hood?”

“I think— I think I found our bad guys…” he slurs.

“Hood, what do you mean?”

Jason can’t bring himself to answer. HIs whole body feels like it’s burning.

“Hood! I’m sending Nightwing to your location.”

Jason can’t acknowledge her. He hopes his brother gets here soon. He can hear the agents walking up the fire escape.

He tries to get up again, but he can barely move his arms.

Then he hears a shout and the sound of the weapons being fired again. There’s a buzzing in the air, the faint hum of electricity, and the cold bite of winter wind.

There’s the sound of more fighting, and he can hear the agents cursing. There’s what sounds like crackling ice followed by silence. Jason tries to move his head to see what’s happening, but all he sees is smoggy Gotham sky.

Then there's a face above him, ethereal in quality with glowing white hair and eyes that remind Jason of the Lazarus pit but brighter.

“What are you doing here?” The voice sounds familiar, but Jason can’t quite place why. He should know this person, but he knows he’s never seen anyone quite like this.

The kid, because now that Jason looks at him a little closer this person clearly looks young, sighs, and goes to place his hands on Jason.

Jason makes a noise of protest and tries to shift away.

“Calm down, let me see.” his hands settle on Jason’s torso.

Immediately, a cool feeling begins to spread, easing the worst of the pain.

“Who…” he manages before.

The kid gives him a strange look then focuses back on whatever he’s doing to Jason. “It’s me. Danny.”

Jason’s mind blue screens for a moment. This looks nothing like Danny. But then, Jason looks a little closer, looks past the glow and white hair and green eyes, and he sees that the face is the same. Huh.

“I’m going to take you back to your apartment. There’s not much I can do for your injuries in the middle of a rooftop.”

Jason can’t do anything to resist as the kid scoops him up as if Jason weighed almost nothing. Then a tingling sensation passed over him, and then they were flying.

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A few minutes later, Nightwing arrives on an empty roof. “O, I don’t see him.”

There’s silence for a moment before she speaks. “His tracker is on the move, but it’s moving strangely. Almost as if… It’s almost as if he’s flying.”

“What?” Dick asks and then he hears a grunt from beside the building. He walks over to the edge and stares.

There on the fire escape are three men dressed in white suits carrying strange weapons. But even stranger is that they’re all frozen in a thick layer of ice to the escape stairs, with the ice encasing them to their elbow and a thin layer over their mouths.

“I think we’ve got a bigger situation. I just found some men dressed in white suits frozen to the fire escape. And they've got some strange weapons.”

“Do you think they’re the agents after Hood’s kid?” Tim asks.

“Might be.” Dick answers.

“This might be good news.” Oracle says. “Nightwing, Hood’s tracker stopped at his apartment. I want you to head over there. Red Robin, head to the possible agent’s location. Try to figure out what you can and see if we need to call the police. I’ll send a message to B. His meeting at the watchtower should be almost over by now anyway.”

“Will do,” Dick and Tim answer.

Hopefully, they can find Jason and the kid, and this situation won’t escalate any further. But Dick has a bad feeling that things will only get more complicated.

#whumptober #whumptober 2023 #no.27 #Danny fenton #Jason todd #Tim drake #dick gayson #barbara gordon #jason is liminal #giw #dp x dc #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp crossover #fanfic #let me see

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devirnis · 5 months

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WIP Wednesday 💵

tagged by @exhuastedpigeon @daffi-990 🥰

switching gears to something more lighthearted, I was trying to come up with an additional scene in the restaurant front au for the ✨vibes✨ and I'm pretty happy with how this is going:

“So, why Backdraft Tavern?” Buck asks. “While Bobby will never confirm nor deny the reason behind the name, I like to think it’s because he’s a fan of the movie,” Chimney answers. Buck stares at him blankly. “Movie?” “You know, early ’90s? Starring Kurt Russell and William Baldwin? Robert De Niro?” There’s a dawning horror as Buck continues to look confused. “Jennifer Jason Leigh?” Chimney tries, a little desperately. “Who?” Buck asks. “Oh my god.” Chimney drops his head into his hands. “How haven’t you heard of Backdraft?” Buck shrugs, apparently unconcerned with this glaring gap in his pop culture knowledge. “If it came out before I was born, I probably haven’t seen it.” Chimney cringes, suddenly feeling ancient. But then he realizes – “Oh no. Tell me you’ve seen some of the classics. Conan the Barbarian? Back to the Future? Top Gun?” Buck shakes his head after each entry, and Chimney starts to feel a little insane. “Who Framed Roger Rabbit? The Goonies? Die Hard?!” “Nope,” Buck says cheerfully, popping the ‘p’, clearly amused by Chimney’s distress. “Rom-coms from the 2000s I have covered, though. That was all me and Maddie watched when we were growing up.” “I need to fix this,” Chimney declares. Which is how he ends up organizing a movie marathon at Backdraft for the following weekend. He buys a projector, bullies Ravi into helping him mount it to the ceiling in the restaurant, and agonizes with Hen over which of his DVDs he should bring to properly educate Buck and Maddie on classic cinema. Hen just rolls her eyes at him, which, fair. He’s probably treating this whole thing with way more gravitas than it really deserves, but he’s also painfully aware that all of the attendees are going to be squished together in a dark room for hours, and if he plays his cards right he might get to sit next to Maddie for at least some of it.

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marshmallow-rainbow139 · 9 months

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Voice

Summary: Gotham has how many 9-1-1 dispatchers? A thousand of them? Why the hell is his mother the one who picks up this one?

Word count: 712

Trigger Warning: a character of no importance gets killed

ao3

"9-1-1, what is your emergency?"

Jason feels his heart sink into his stomach when he hears his mother’s voice for the first time in years.

It's exactly how he remembers it: calm and professional.

Out of all the 9-1-1 dispatchers in Gotham City on night shift, why was she the one who picked up this call?

He wonders if it’s the same office and the same desk, with all the things that make Anne... Anne. Does she still have that pink mug with a black cat printed on it? Does she still have that tiny teddy bear that Bruce gifted her on one of their dates sitting next to one of the monitors? Does she still have that framed photo of her, Bruce, Alfred, Dick, and him? Did she replace that photo with a new Robin?

He remembers the days when she would bring him to the office, usually during the holidays. He would sit under her desk, lay his back against her legs, and read a book. He remembers the feeling of her hand patting his head. He remembers her sharing her snacks. He remembers how she would patiently tell a person that making prank calls to 9-1-1 was a crime. He remembers her sinking into her chair after a hard call.

"Hello?"

Jason is brought back into the present. He is no longer sitting under her desk. He's in the harbor, standing up and pointing a gun to a mob member’s head.

He clears his throat. "Yeah, I’m going to need an ambulance in the harbor!"

Ma, do you recognize my voice?

"Sir, are you injured?"

No, Ma. This time, it’s not me.

"No, it’s the other guy."

"The other guy?"

"Yes, the guy that I am about to shoot in the head."

The man on his knees let out a whimper.

"I'm sorry, did you just say you were about to shoot a man in the head?" She asked, shocked.

"Yes, ma’am!" He said it without a second thought.

"And who is this guy?" She asked, and Jason is impressed that after all these years and so many crazy calls, she’s able to keep her composure.

"The piece of shit is called Robert Hall. He's one of many members of gangs terrorizing the crime alley and selling drugs to 12-year-old kids."

"Ok..." She whispered. "And what is your name, sir?"

It's Jaylad, Ma .

"You may call me Redhood, ma’am."

"Ok, if what you say is true and he is guilty of the crime you listed, you should deliver him to police custody and help them bring down other scum like him. It brings better results than being charged with manslaughter. Stay where you are and..."

Before he could let her finish that sentence, he pulled the trigger, and the man in front of him was no more. She let out a startled shout when she heard it.

"Sorry, Anne." He said this as he was putting the gun back in his holster. "I didn’t call to have someone change my mind. I wanted to send a message. These calls are recorded, right?"

Her breathing is shaking. "Yes, all calls are recorded for training purposes."

"Send this one to the Bats. My message for him is, I'm here to clean up the trash."

And with that, he hung up and fled, just as the sound of sirens was echoing a few yards away.

...

In the Batcave, Bruce analyzed the phone call.

"This is new."

Alfred poured Anne a cup of tea.

"I’ve been a dispatcher for 15 years since I was 19 years old, and I have heard so much." She said it in between sips. "Prank calls. Missing limbs. Burning buildings. Little children hide under the bed while listening to their parents' fight. Suicides. But never have I had someone call and commit murder while I'm listening."

"The world never ceases to amaze us, ma’am." Alfred said.

Anne hummed in agreement and took another sip.

Bruce was quiet as he had all his attention on the audio.

He has listened more times than he can count, trying to find something. Another voice in the background or something.

What bothers him the most is the fact that Redhood knew Anne’s name, but she never once said it during the call.

#batfamily #batmom #bruce wayne x oc #anne wayne #batman

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more-cardigan-than-woman · 1 year

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Oh, My, God! They were roommates! 2-4

Summary: it's only been 2 days and you miss him already.

Pair: Roommate!Reader x Jason Todd

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ONLY, Chocking, spitting, Oral (MRec), teasing, swearing, hiding from feelings, praise, face f*******, lets all be healthy and not talk about how we feel.

AN: Heard you guys wanted some more? Everyone say thank you @lovelyrissa

Part 1

"Jay," you whisper into his door, "Jay!" A bit louder as you knock, "you in there?" Idling at his door for a minute before deciding he's probably asleep. Was it too soon? Were you too needy? It's only been 2 days, but you need it again. Need the high that he brings you, need the way he makes you feel, powerful and sexy, need him.

Needy, clingy, desperate, the words ring in your head. Fuck, what are you doing? He's obviously asleep just turn around and go and satisfy your-

BANG. The sound rings through the apartment, resonating right behind the door. Without thinking you turn back, opening the door and stepping into Jason's dark bedroom. The lights from the street illuminating the hulking figure in the window.

"Hey Princess," he says, like he's not visibly dropping something behind him out the window, "Why are you up so late?"

"Why am I up so late?" You shout, "You frightened the shit outa me!" You stomp towards him, "Why are you breaking into our house! Just use the door, you idiot!"

"Didn't mean to scare ya," he steps closer and the lights fall across his face.

"You're bleeding, why are you bleeding?" You reach out to him, your fingertips wiping the blood from his face.

"Just a scratch, don't worry." He steps closer, his arms circling your waist, "I'm more interested in why you're in my room in the middle of the night?"

"Oh, that… I," You pause, watching more blood trickle down his brow and onto his cheek, "we can talk about it while I fix your eye."

"Now I'm curious. Tell me Princess."

"I'm just going to grab the first aid kit from the kitchen. Sit down."

When you return, the small light from his nightstand is on. Jason's seated on the edge of the bed, towel in hand and shirt lost somewhere as he dabs at the blood.

"I thought you were going to help? I mean, you can keep staring it's doing wonders for my ego,'

"Shut up, a boost to your ego is the last thing you need."

"Yet you still stare," His eyes travel up and down your body, "and in my shirt too."

"Fuck off," you roll your eyes, pulling the alcohol wipes from the first aid kit and kneeling down in front of him.

"Already on your knees for me," he brushes the hair from your face.

"For that line," you wipe at the cut and silence your giggles when he flinches.

"That wasn't very nice."

"Eh, probably wasn't nice to get hit either. But at least it won't get infected now," you say, flicking the pieces of dirt away and putting a plaster over it, "all done," you smile up at him, sitting back on your legs.

"Why were you in my room Princess?" He asks, leaning down so his forearms rest on his thighs.

"Like I said, I heard a noise."

"Liar, tell me the truth,"

"You said if I- and I couldn't sleep- and you're so warm-" you start to ramble only stopping when he tilts your head up locking his lips with yours.

"You need it again," he states, staring into your eyes and you can't look away.

"Yes," you admit, barely even blinking for fear that he'll say no.

"Promise is a promise, but first you need to learn a lesson Princess."

"What?"

"Don't go into my room without me."

"Why? You hiding an arsenal of guns in here or something?"

"Don't you worry what I'm hiding, worry about what I'm giving."

"Open your mouth," he says, his fingers under your jawline. You obey on instinct alone, your jaw hanging low as he dips his fingers in. "Suck," you close your lips around his fingers, drawing them into your mouth and wrapping your tongue around them.

"Good girl," your eyes close at his praise. You hear his other hand moving, but focus on how wonderful his callous fingers feel on your tongue.

"Scooch closer," he says, taking his fingers from your mouth. You open your eyes to protest only to find him naked on the bed. Your mouth already watering from his fingers starts to drool at the sight of his cock half hard in front of you.

"You want to taste it Princess?" You nod, shuffling your knees forward until they hit the edge of the bed, "this is your punishment. But if it gets too much or you want to stop, you grab my hand ok? It's right here on my thigh. Repeat."

"If I want to stop, I have to hold your hand,"

"Good girl. You can taste it now."

You lean up onto your knees, pressing one hand onto his knee, near but not touching his hand, just in case. Your other moves to grip his base, steadying his cock. Flicking your tongue out, you lick at his head. You can't resist taking him into your mouth. Your tongue pressing into the long vein that runs underneath. You moan at his taste, so hard and salty. Lips pressing in as you pull back, listening to his soft praises.

"Your mouths so pretty full of my cock, Princess,"

"How well you fit it in,"

You taste the sweet tang of his pre cum dripping into your warm mouth, sucking him harder, trying to get more, all. You want to taste it all in your mouth. Your lips worship him, trying their best to devour his cum. You don't want to stop, the hard feel of him your mouth is steadily working you up and you think you might just cum from the feeling alone.

"Stop for a sec," he says twinning his fingers through your hair and pulling you back, “keep that smart mouth of yours open,” he tilts forward dropping his spit into your mouth, “swallow it,”

You do, before opening up again for him. "Such a good Princess, you ready for your punishment?"

"Yes," you've just got the word out before his grip tightens on your hair and his cock thrusts into your mouth. The round head hitting the back of your throat and making you gag on him.

"This'll teach you," he rut’s into your face. You can already feel your pussy soaking down your thighs and onto the hardwood, "to not," thrust, "come in here," thrust, "without me."

You moan around his cock as his pace quickens, unable to stop your thighs rubbing together for some semblance of relief for the growing ache in your pussy.

"Fuck me, you're so good," he tugs you off him his hands move quickly grabbing you by the shoulders, spinning and pinning you on the bed.

"Did you learn your lesson Princess?" He asks, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

"Yes," your voice hoarse and lust driven, "no snooping,"

"Exactly, now you came to see me for a reason?" He teases, his body fully covering yours and his cock just pressing at your pussy. "And in my fucking shirt. Do you know how fuckin hot you look in it?"

"I do," you start to squirm underbrush him, "I need it."

"How bad?"

"So bad,"

"And what do you need?"

"I need you to fuck me Jay, please. Please just fuck me"

"But teasing you is so fun,"

"You suck,"

"No Princess, you suck." He pushes down, kissing you, his hand grazing up the insides of your legs as his cock beaches you and pushes in. Your pussy starts to clench on him and he pulls back out. His hands circle around your ankles and spread your legs wide.

His eyes focus down as he watches himself thrust in and you can feel the heavy weight of his cock as it stretches you out completely. "It feels like heaven," his thick cock hitting all the right places inside of you.

"You're so fuckin beautiful," Jason pants, watching your face, "take it so good Princess,"

Your body starts to shake, your head grows tingley as you start to crest your first orgasm.

"You going to cum? Let it out, I got you," he moans, keeping his pace steady for you.

You feel the tension build more and more, and suddenly the only thing keeping you in place is his hands on your ankles. "Such a good girl, keep cumming for me," he pants, releasing you, your legs instantly folding over his thighs as he leans down.

"Can't kiss you from there though," his lips find yours and you continue to ride the wave of pleasure, your body shuddering underneath him. Your hands wind into his hair as soon as he's close enough and you kiss him so deep, you feel like he might swallow you whole.

"Jason, fuck it's so good," you moan, "I wanna-"

"What do you want?"

"Can I ride you?"

His hands move from your face to your ass, holding you close to him. Flipping you both so you're now on top. "Go on Princess, show me what you can do,"

Lifting your ass you relish at the feeling of him sliding in and out of you, his hands traveling up your body, taking hungry handfuls of your skin. Your ass bouncing on his thighs, your clit brushing against him and his eyes stare at you in awe.

"Fill me up so well," you pant, resting your hands on his chest to get a deeper angle. "Fuck Jay, too good, I'm going to-"

His hands cup your breasts, fingers pinching at your nipples under his shirt, sending you right back over the edge. Your arms collapse in front of you and you land squarely on his chest.

"That good huh?" He mocks, bending himself at the knee and pushing up into you, "you burnt out already?"

"No, no I can do more," you try to protest, grinding down onto him, but your body seems to have other ideas. Refusing to move from where you lay.

"S'all right, Princess, I got it." He rolls you again, onto your side. His face parallel to yours, his strong hand around your thigh holding you close, his hard cock still thrusting into you.

"Jay," your hand caresses his face, brushing the curls from his eyes, you kiss him. You feel something in your chest, like a panic attack, but it feels nice?

Jason growls bringing you even closer, your legs tangled, chest’s pressing against the other, one hand on your thigh and the other around your throat.

"So fucking beautiful" your kisses move, trailing down his neck and onto his throat. Inhaling his cologne and sweat while his tummy brushes against your sensitive clit, makes you shiver and your teeth nip at his pulse point.

"Yes, bite me," he pants, thickening his grip on your throat, holding you in place, "more more," you sink your teeth into his hard muscles as hard as you can, his whimpering pleas for more egging you on.

"Jason," you whisper into his ear, "I'm going to cum again, need you, need you to fini-"

"Inside Princess?" his voice managed and rough,

"Yes, Jason,"

"Keep saying my name,"

"Fuck Jason, fuck me, Jay you fuck me so good. I need it Jay," he starts to speed up, his thrusts grow harder and more punishing, "Jay your cock is all I think about," he pulls you back to look into your eyes, "I never want you to stop fucking me, Jason,"

"Fuckin hell," his kiss is desperate, greedy and sloppy but when his teeth sink into your bottom lip you feel the lightening coursing through your body, feeling Jason's warm cum painting your insides and your pussy fluttering like a bird in a blender.

He keeps you there, his cock growing soft inside you, your leg wrapped over him and his arms clinging to you. It's quiet and you're not quite sure what you were saying before, but can feel its weight heavy in the air.

"Princess, you alive under there?" He moves his arm from where it had been wrapped around your head.

"Mmm, just cozy. You're very warm,"

"And is my shirt warm too?"

"You gave me this,"

"Did I? Or did you steal it?"

"Fuck you,"

"Again? Need to give me atleast 10 minutes rest Princess,"

"Jay, what I said. I just meant-"

"You don't want to fuck anyone else?"

"Yeah."

"Just keep your snoopy little nose out of my room and we keep doing this, just us."

"I wasn't snooping." you deflect, not wanting to think to hard about what you were both agreeing to in your bliss. Not thinking about your heart still pounding in your chest or how softly his hands are touching your face.

"Then how did you get my shirt?" he laughs, remembering the night he gave it to you.

"I told you! You gave it to me!"

"Don't think so, looks good on you though. Maybe I should give you more of my clothes, see how they fit."

"Hmm I'd like that," you snuggle in, tucking your head under his chin, "they smell so good."

"Nothing smells better than you, Princess."

Part 3

#jason todd fanfic #jason todd x reader #reader x jason todd #jason todd #red hood x reader #red hood fanfic #reader x red hood #x reader

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captaincoldzero · 1 year

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Ghost | Jason Todd x Male Reader

Fandom: DC Comics

A/N: These days it's been spending too much time on Character.AI so I decided to bring one of the characters and story that I created there in a fanfic.

A/N.2: This time, I made the reader based on Overwatch's Sombra in case you want to go after it or something.

A/N.3: Sorry for any mistake. English is not my first language.

‒ Turn right. ‒ I spoke through Jason's communicator.

Jason and I have been working together for eight months now. After six months, Jason and I decided to pursue a relationship. We've been working together for eight months and the police hate us, but they have good reason.

As I watched the security cameras and the viewfinder on Jason's mask, I kept thinking about our time together. Especially the day we met.

Eight months ago

There was a week that I was in Gotham. Since I erased all records of my existence from the entire system of the world, I haven't been able to do much but wander from city to city, sleeping in dodgy hotels that don't ask for your identity, and eating in restaurants as dodgy as hotels and shacks street vendors who don't look their customers in the face.

The motel room I was in was small, yellow walls with a faded color, a wooden bed with an uncomfortable mattress, a headboard with a lamp that didn't work and a wooden chest of drawers with four drawers. Plus a tiny bathroom with dirty white tiles that were already turning yellow.

I walked over to the mirror so I could look at myself. Wandering around town anonymously made me not look at myself much. But my appearance was a constant reminder of my choices. I was pale, with bags under my eyes and a little thinner than I remember, I wasn't starving, just eating a little less than I was used to.

But what caught the most attention was the metal fiber attached to the side of my head that ran down the back of my neck under the gray shirt I wore. More metal fiber running down my arm to the back of my right hand. I waved my hand in the air and a floating screen appeared in front of me. I started reading the news about the Gotham police and crimes. When I turned to the bed, the screen disappeared into thin air, I grabbed the sweatshirt off the bed and pulled it on, pulling the hood up to hide my head.

I took to the streets of Gotham, trying to remain anonymous in the shadows of the night. The good thing about the city is that people always walk away from you when they think they're going to be mugged.

As I walked down an alley, I heard a scream. A woman was surrounded by five bandits, the middle one with a knife in his hand. I thought for a while before actually moving, to know if I would save her or not. I grabbed my teleportation device and threw it on the floor. He ducked under the middle thief's legs and stopped between them and the woman. They stopped to look at the device from the ground and backed away when I materialized in front of them with a pistol pointed at them.

‒ Did your mother never teach you not to steal? ‒ I asked and noticed two men take their hands to their waists to grab a gun.

I fired a quick shot at the two before they could think. I advanced quickly to the middle, taking advantage of the surprise to take the knife from his hand, and knocking him to the ground, breaking his arm. The other two were running away. I launched the teleportation device, appearing in the blink of an eye at the exit of the alley.

‒ Hello! ' I said, waving my hand.

The men would have run, but I moved in fast and knocked the first one down, shooting the second one in the leg. I gathered the three that were still alive and stuck them in the garbage can. I looked at the woman frozen in place.

‒ Do you want me to let them go or are you going to take the opportunity to go home? ‒ I asked and the woman nodded.

‒ Thanks! ‒ She said before starting to run.

‒ Who are you? ‒ I heard a serious voice and a little distorted behind me.

When she turned me around, she found the famous Red Hood pointing a gun at me. When I saw the weapon, I automatically hacked the weapon to disable it with just my mind, with screens only appearing in my vision.

‒ I'm nobody. ‒ I was serious.

‒ Very funny. ‒ Red Hood said putting his finger on the trigger. ‒ What do you want?

‒ I do not want anything. I'm just passing by.

‒ Why would I believe you?

‒ You have no reason to. ‒ I replied with an arrogant smile.

‒ So I can just kill you? ‒ He asked starting to press the trigger.

‒ We can make a deal. ‒ I said and noticed Red Hood's finger relax a little.

‒ I'm listening.

‒ I can help you and you can help me. I can hack any system with my mind and I don't have the ethics of a superhero. ‒ I said seriously still with the arrogant smile.

‒ And what do you want in return? ‒ Red Hood asked without lowering his weapon.

‒ Motivation. And I know that doing only good things doesn't challenge my potential. ‒ I spoke sincerely.

‒ I'm not a villain. I may be a criminal, but I'm not a villain. ‒ Hood spoke by pressing his finger a little more.

‒ I do not intend to be a villain and I know that you are not one either. That's why you are perfect to be my partner or be my boss, whatever you want to call it. ‒ I said with a less arrogant smile.

‒ How can I believe that you really can do this? ‒ Red Hood asked and his trigger finger relaxed a little.

‒ This whole time your gun is pointed at me, it's disabled. ‒ I said raising an eyebrow.

Red Hood squeezed the trigger, but the gun didn't fire. He looked at the pistol a little confused but then he looked at me. Hood holstered his pistol and crossed his arms.

‒ You know that if you work with me you will become a criminal, right? ‒ Hood asked seriously.

‒ Know. ‒ I said carefree. ‒ But that doesn't scare me.

‒ Come with me, if you try anything funny I'll kill you. ‒ Red Hood said turning around and climbing to the roof of the building. I followed Red Hood and we met at the top.

‒ Follow me. ‒ He spoke in a challenging tone.

Red Hood ran and jumped from one roof to another. I could keep up with Red Hood no problem. I manipulated information from my leg muscles to be able to run and jump with great agility.

In the end, he stopped at the edge of a building and looked at me.

‒ Very good. ‒ Red Hood spoke and looked ahead.

We were looking at a small laboratory. I had already heard rumors about criminal activities that were connected to that construction.

‒ What is the plan? ‒ I asked Red Hood.

‒ I'm going to go in and blow up the place. ‒ He spoke and I realized that the place was protected by men with huge weapons.

‒ When they see you approaching, they will shoot. ‒ I said looking at the place.

‒ This is where you enter. ‒ Red Hood spoke arrogantly.

I sat on the edge of the building we were in and opened a floating screen in front of me. From that distance I could hack the place to gain access to the cameras and security system.

‒ Is this their security? ‒ I asked rhetorically while easily hacking the building.

‒ Can you turn off the security system? ‒ Red Hood asked.

‒ I can do much more than that. ‒ I said making a keyboard hologram appear floating in front of the floating screen.

‒ What can you turn off? ‒ Red Hood said watching me type on the floating keyboard.

‒ All. ‒ replied confidently.

On my floating screen a kind of button appeared.

‒ When you want. ‒ I told the Red Hood.

‒ Now. ‒ He said jumping towards the building.

I pressed the button and the entire building shut down, going completely dark. Jason appeared from the shadows and took down two guards. When I noticed a few more approaching, I launched my teleportation device and appeared between the two new guards. I used their surprise so I could take them down with ease.

‒ I admit... impressive. ‒ Hood spoke to me and ran into the building.

I led the way with the plant image in my view. Hood shot some guys and I kept doing my teleportation and invisibility tricks to take down and shoot guys without them understanding where I was coming from.

We continue advancing to the lowest floor in the basement of the building. Where illegal stuff was produced.

‒ There's a lot of drugs in here. ‒ I said looking at the boxes.

‒ And we will stop their production. ‒ Hood said putting a bomb in the biggest machine in the room.

‒ You know they're going to keep producing somewhere else, right? ‒ I asked approaching Hood.

‒ I know, but I'm going to burn the other places too. ‒ Hood set the bomb.

‒ Consistency. ‒ I said as the Hood started to run outside.

I threw my teleportation device which stuck to Red Hood's back. I put my hand on the machine, using my powers to analyze the complements and destroy what I could so that if I survived the explosion, it would be useless.

When the counter showed just two seconds, I disappeared from there and appeared beside Hood, just as the basement exploded and the building went up in flames.

‒ I was already wondering if you really existed. ‒ Hood said jokingly when he noticed that I appeared beside him.

‒ We can say that I am like a Phantom. ‒ I said laughing.

‒ Phantom. I liked. I will call you Phantom. You appear and reappear out of nowhere, moving in the shadows. Like a ghost. ‒ Hood said looking at me.

We hear sirens approaching. Hood grabbed my wrist and started leading me through the streets until I stopped in an alley. There was something under a dark sheet, when Hood took it off, there was a motorcycle ready to be used.

‒ Should we put robbery on that night or is it yours? ‒ I asked sarcastically.

Red Hood climbed onto the bike and started it. He climbed in with him and the Hood accelerated with the bike.

‒ Let's make this trip more fun. ‒ I said and took my hand to the bike.

The motorcycle glowed in a purple light and when the light disappeared, it started to increase speed to abnormal levels.

‒ How did you do it? ‒ Hood shouted because of the wind.

‒ A small improvement. But it's temporary.

Hood continued riding the bike until we left town and stopped at an abandoned gas station. We both got off the bike and entered the place.

‒ Thank you for your help. ‒ Red Hood said going to the balcony that of the place that was once a convenience store.

‒ It was fun. ‒ I said looking at the place with the lights off.

The Hood grabbed a suitcase from under the counter, full of cash. He picked up a huge cake and handed it to me.

‒ That it? ‒ I asked confused.

‒ Your payment for today's work. ‒ Red Hood replied without hesitation.

‒ You can stay. I do not want money. ‒ I answered simplistic.

‒ Don't you want money? Who doesn't want money? ‒ Hood asked confused.

‒ I. What would a 'Ghost' do with money? ‒ I said laughing.

‒ Why do you keep saying you're a nobody? ‒ Jason asked curiously, putting the money in the bag.

‒ I deleted any record about myself in the system. I have no birth certificate, ID or any valid identification. To the world, I don't exist. I'm a ghost. ‒ I explained seriously.

‒ So you want to work for me, Phantom? Since you have nothing else to do? ‒ Red Hood asked.

‒ Who says I have nothing to do? ‒ I asked pretending to be offended. ‒ But I want to work WITH you. Just for the fun and the challenge. You can keep the money.

Red Hood took off the helmet he was wearing and looked at me. I'm sure my face flushed when I looked at him without the helmet for the first time.

‒ Jason Todd. ‒ He said extending his hand.

‒ I'm nobody... but I was known as Y/N. ‒ I said shaking Jason's hand.

Now

‒ Where to, Ghost? Jason asked when he noticed I was silent.

‒ Right, sorry. ‒ I said turning my attention to the mission.

‒ Everything is fine? You never get distracted. ‒ Jason asked worriedly.

‒ Yes, go ahead.

And since that day, Jason and I have been working together. The name Ghost became known and attached to the Red Hood, but I didn't care. What mattered was that I had a motivation and someone who believed in my existence.

#x male reader #jason todd #jason todd x male reader #jason todd x you #dc comics #batfamily #batfamily x male reader #jason todd x reader #batfamily x reader #dc comics x male reader

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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 1 year

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Scarecrow Cave

Characters: Reader, Scarecrow, Jason Todd

Warnings: Language, violence

Inspiration: Season 3

Summary: Captured by a psychopath, you walked a dangerous line to stay alive and bring back Jason.

Crane stood so close that you could practically smell the blood from his open wounds. He grinned like the classic psychopath that he was.

“Batman kept his trophies. Time for me to keep my own.”

“Wow.” You gasped with no excitement whatsoever. “You’re on that next level bullshit.”

Crane winced at your words and, in retrospect, you should have been more careful and attentive to the sharp object in his hands. A blur of silver flashed by your face and embedded itself in your thigh. The cry of surprise that escaped made Jason flinch and coil back for a second.

“Fuck!” Crane shouted to himself and pulled away. He swiped his mouth with the back of his weapon-wielding hand. “See what you made me do with that attitude?“

The madman snapped his fingers to where Jason was watching, visibly shaken. “Jay, my boy. My trophy has a scratch, patch it up will you - I need to take a walk.”

Crane chuckled to himself and then slowly sauntered off towards the exit. He hummed a silly little tune and waved the bloodied blade around like it was a dancing prop.

You felt the pain in your thigh worsening and hoped that the man hadn’t severed a vein in the process. Deep in thought, you hadn’t noticed Jason grabbing the first aid box from the Batcave console and walking up to you.

“Are you insane? Talking to Crane like that, it’s going to get you killed.” Jason chastised angrily. He pulled out the gauze and antiseptic liquid and anything else he could think of that would help not have you bleeding out.

You gave a small musing sigh. “It’s a shitty situation. I’m going to make the best of it.”

“I don’t want you to die, Y/n.” Jason confessed.

Despite all this talk about him being Red Hood and leaving Jason Todd behind, the boy that you knew the longest wasn’t beyond help. If you were being honest, it was the most hope you’d had in a long time. Jason poured the antiseptic fluid over the wound and you turned away instantly to take a deep breath. You then heard him prepare the stitching needle for a few minutes before feeling the prick against your torn skin.

Once you were sewn back up, it was like Crane had timed his entrance.

“Jay, how’d we go?” His voiced echoed before he showed up.

Packing the kit back up, Jason stepped back and nodded. “They’ll live.”

Crane stopped before his captive and looked at your features. He gave a curt nod.

“Good.” He said and then pulled out a gun that was pointed to your head.

Jason jumped forward in a panic. “What the fuck man?! I just stopped them from bleeding out.”

Crane held your gaze before they creased as he smiled and he retracted the weapon. “Only kidding.” He teased and then looked at the young boy. “Lighten up, Jay. They’re all the same. They just let you down.”

You rolled your eyes at the back of the villains head. You’d call bullshit but he’d likely gouge out an eye in a wild retaliation.

The best way out of this was to stay alive long enough for the Titans to make a move or wait until the cave empire to launch an escape. But judging from the way Crane casually sat back on the chair in front of the large monitor, it was going to be a while.

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halfagone · 4 months

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*stares deeply into your eyes*

i know you're mostly a dpxdc blog, but it also seems like you like Tim Drake and Jason Todd, so allow me to share a ficlet that i made that i hope you like because you've written so many of my favorite fics, and i want to write you something too but it's too short, and writing is harder than i thought it would be 😭❤️❤️❤️

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Tim is 13 now.

And currently, he is boredly fishing for Huntress while holding a fishing rod, the Joker squirming where he is tied up from the rod's string. The tape stuck to the Joker's mouth was slightly coming off, so his loud screams and grumbling could be heard all throughout the street.

Tim kicked the Joker in his side. "Can you please quiet down?!" he asked. "I want to fight Batman, but today's Tuesday!!! Riddler has dibs on Tuesdays!!"

"Oh my god." a familiar voice said, causing Tim to groan. "You villains have dibs on what days you fight the B-man?"

Tim pouted at Robin. "Not really," he said, kicking the Joker again in his frustration. The man let out a pained grunt, but didn't stop squirming. "Only the Riddler and Catwoman were nice enough to call dibs. Everyone else just does their own thing."

Robin chuckled and sat beside Tim, legs swinging as he brought out a lighter and cigarette.

Tim brought out his spray bottle and squirted some water as soon as the cigarette was lit. Grumbling, Robin put away his lighter, and flicked the cigarette towards the Joker, who growled when it hit his forehead.

"So, who are you trying to get the attention of?" Robin asked, taking out a lollipop and opening it, handing it to Tim who gratefully took it.

Grape flavor, a flavor Tim hates but will accept since he's bored. "Huntress," he replied. "I want to break her crossbows."

Robin furrowed his brows. "Why?"

Tim looked at him like he was stupid. "Because we have Guns? That are easier to Reload? And Faster??????"

"So, what, you're just here to diss on her weapon of choice?"

"And break it," said Tim, setting the rod down to bring out a roll of duct tape. He rips off a piece and sticks it over the Joker's mouth, over the old one. "She can still be a huntress with shotguns, y'know?"

"Why do you even want her to use guns?? Wouldn't it be easier for you, as a villain, if someone had bad weapons choice?"

And that was the thing, wasn't it? 13 years old, and Tim was a menace bordering on supervillainy. Ever since he's been a little boy, he just knew that he was going to become the World's Greatest Supervillain.

And right now, he needed to become Gotham's Greatest Supervillain.

So.

"If Huntress has better gear, she'll kill off all the other villains and rogues," he explained. "Then, it will only be me and the other big names left!!"

Joker scoffed. Tim kicked him again.

Robin only had a thoughtful look on his face.

Then.

"You know what? I don't think she's gonna change gears," Robin said, standing up and stretching side to side.

Tim pouted again. "I could still try."

"Or..." said Robin, who took off his mask and grinned down at Tim. "You could try convincing me to use guns."

Tim gaped.

Joker's eyebrows rose.

And Tim squealed, causing the Joker to scream in fear as the rod went swinging left and right, up and down, and all around. The Joker can't even vomit his dinner.

"So? So?!!! What's your villain name gonna be???" asked Tim.

"Not a villain," said the Ex-Robin. "Anti-hero, more like." Then, he smirked down at the Joker. "I'll be the Red Hood."

The Joker rolled his eyes.

But then gasped when Tim excitedly brought his hands up in excitement, causing the rod to be lift and the Joker to bounce around where he was hanging.

"I don't know what brought this on," said Tim, vibrating in place, "but I hope we could have a great partnership going up against Batman!!!"

The Newly Dubbed Red Hood grinned, extending a hand out for a shake, which Tim took, which accidentally caused him to let go of the rod.

WHICH caused the Joker to scream, and land splat on the ground, legs breaking and head cracked open.

Above, the Supervillain Tim and Anti-Hero Red Hood's partnership began beautifully under a cloudy, Gotham night.

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i hope you liked it!! it didn't exactly go how i wanted and the ending felt rushed, but this was an experience! you've written so many fics, and this frustration and excitement i felt while writing makes me appreciate you more!! i wish you to always be healthy and happy, and i hope you continue writing what you love ❤️ thank you always for writing and sharing your fics ❤️ they are some of the best things i have in my life

*goes cross-eyed*

I do post a lot of DPxDC, but I was originally a fan of both fandoms separately. So you can imagine now why I was so obsessed with the crossover. lol And I've written some of your favorites?!?! 🥺😭 Thank youuuu!! Oh how it warms my heart.

As for the little ficlet you've sent me: djgfhnhfjkhs They are menaces your honor. Tim is definitely unhinged. Good for him. Somehow it feels like becoming Batman's partner actually taught him some self-control and since he isn't Robin here, well, guess he doesn't have any. lol

ajkhhkghfj If you keep complimenting me I will simply burst into flames. I'm glad you had fun writing this too! It can definitely be frustrating at times, especially when you want everything to be perfect, but half the fun is just doing something you love. ❤️

Thank you for the unexpected ficlet and compliments! May you have a wonderful rest of 2023! 🥰

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fastlikealambo · 10 months

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My Baby’s Got A Gun. || Mafia!Eddie Munson x Black!Fem Reader 2/2

Summary: You get kidnapped and Eddie loses his shit.

Triggers: Violence, gore, blood, violence against reader, dark! eddie, use of pet names, no use of y/n.

Ageless blogs and minors, dni.

Other Mafia!Eddie Fics

You Should See Me In A Crown

The Night We Met

Part Two

Before Eddie Munson could leave his home, there was something he had to do.

“Before we go, I need to show you all something. Winters, please step forward.” Eddie gestured to a greasy haired man with a pencil thin mustache to come forward and put his hand on his shoulder.

“Do you know why I’ve called you up here, Winters?”

The older man shook his head but Eddie could see the few drops of sweat begin to drip down his forehead.

“ You were supposed to be watching over my wife, that stupid parking lot where her car is always dark at 4, you were supposed to be there at 3:45 to make sure there wasn’t any trouble. Why weren’t you there?”

“There was traffic, boss.”

“Traffic? And if I check your jacket pocket, I won’t find a grand and a dime bag?”

Winters doesn’t answer but tries to move but Eddie takes care of that, bringing the man to his knees and pulling out exactly what he knew to be there out of his pocket.

“For $1,000 and a pinch of coke, you sold us out to Jason and you broke my wife’s trust. For $1,000, I got to listen to my wife scream over the fucking phone so you know Winters? I think it’s only fair that I get to listen to you scream.”

From his pocket, Eddie produced a pair of black latex gloves, the flick of a switchblade in his hand echoing in the silent room.

For every vision his mind conjured of your scared face, Eddie cut deep, for every short strangled cry he heard before the phone went dead, Eddie allowed himself an extra minute to remove Winters’ vocal chords.

Only when the blade was clean and all that was left of Winters was a pile of nerve endings did Eddie turn back to his men.

“Gentlemen, this is what happens when you betray me. Did you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Mr. Munson.”

With everything crystal clear, it was time to bring you home.

“ You and I need to talk.”

Jason put you in Benny’s old walk-in, bloody and blindfolded, tied to the chair.

Your head was throbbing and fuzzy at the same time and it was pitch black so you had no idea how much time had passed since you heard Eddie’s voice.

“What’s Eddie’s offshore account number?” Jason asked, leaning the chair back.

“I don’t know.” You said, tearfully.

“Let’s see if I can jog your memory, Mrs. Munson.”

You’d thought they wouldn’t hurt you, you were wrong.

Jason thought he could break you, he was wrong.

When he left you half conscious in the walk-in, you hadn’t given him a single thing.

“Right on time! I was just having a conversation with your wife, freak, not much of a talker.” Jason said.

Eddie said nothing as Jason’s men patted him down and took his guns from him before shoving him into the abandoned diner, locking the door behind him.

“Is that for me?” Jason gestured to the silver briefcase in Eddie’s hand, reaching for it but Eddie took a step back.

“My wife or no deal.”

“Gentlemen, let’s show the freak what’s behind Door # 2.”

One of his men opened the walk-in door and Eddie saw you for the first time, slumped over in a metal chair. The fact that he couldn’t tell if you were breathing or not confirmed a simple fact for Eddie.

Everyone in that room was going to die today.

Eddie handed over the briefcase to a grinning Jason and took a step towards you but twenty guns in his face stopped him.

“We made a deal, now let her go.”

“As I recall, you said you were going to come in here kill me and erase everything I built. Did you honestly think I was going to let you just walk out?” Jason said.

“No, I just needed to keep you talking long enough, Carver.”

“ Long enough for what, freak?”

It was at that moment Jason Carver realized the briefcase he cradled in his hands was ticking.

A loud noise startled you back to actual consciousness as the chair you were in went clattering to the round, the sound of gunfire and Jason’s screams filled the air.

Multiple rounds went off all around Eddie but with every step he took, an obstacle in his path to you was cut down by one of his men. His relief when he saw you move on the bloody floor threatened to overwhelm him but he made quick work of your bindings, gently removing the blindfold from your face.

“Eddie?”

“Told you I was coming princess.”

Eddie kissed you softly on the forehead before gathering you in his arms, the small wince you let you at the sudden movement made him furious but your head nestled on his shoulder calmed him down and he began to walk through the graveyard of Jason’s men.

Jason Carver himself was held up between two of Eddie’s men, moaning in pain and in awe of what was left of his hands, courtesy of the surprise in the briefcase.

“You know what to do.” Eddie said, never taking his eyes off you as he proceeded to carry you out of what was left of Benny’s and into a waiting car.

“It’s alright, you’re safe now, I know you’re tired, you can’t go to sleep yet baby, just look at me. You were so brave, you just have to be brave a little longer.” Eddie soothed, stroking your face.

“Are we going home now?” You asked, trying hard to focus on Eddie’s face but you were so tired.

“ We’re almost there sweetheart, stay with me.” He urged as he slid your wedding ring back on your finger, kissing your knuckle.

Hours later, when the doctor had been paid for their discretion and left, you rested in Eddie’s arms. As you drifted off to sleep, Eddie counted each and every bruise on your face and put his lips to them.

“No one’s ever going to hurt you again, princess, I’ll make sure of it.” He whispered.

After making sure you were warm enough, he slowly got out of bed, safe in the knowledge that he’d be right outside the door just in case you woke up.

With a soft smile at your sleeping form, he closed the door and his smile continued to widen at what awaited him on this side of the door.

Jason Carver was tied to a chair and at the sight of Eddie, began to scream through the tape over his mouth. Eddie crouched in front of him, taking a fresh pair of gloves from one of the men with one hand, his blade in the other.

“Shh, my wife is resting, we don’t want to wake her up. Now, where were we?”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x black!reader #dark!eddie munson #mafia!eddie munson #if you want to see more of mafia!eddie let me know!

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bruciemilf · 1 year

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No, but Battinson and Simon "Ghost" Riley? Copy and paste. Emo in italics vs Emo in Bold.

For my " Alfred trained Ghost at some point and of course Bruce grows up with an annoying ass older brother" agenda.

I'm sorry, but I simply can't help but drool and cry and scream over Clark visiting the manor because Bruce demanded to keep traction of his powers, -

(translation: Bruce is worried and wants to offer healthcare to the indestructible Kryptonian in the best way he knows how)

-, and look. He can't exactly HELP peeking through privacy. But, honestly? A part of him feels like it's better.

He hasn't felt an ounce of awkwardness around Damian ever since he heard that " how to make friends" tutorial from his room. It's easier to make eye contact with Jason when Clark knows he cries at Little Women. (He gets it. He does, too.)

And Tim can't really intimidate him like he used to now that Clark knows he needs a tutorial on how to grill cheese.

He likes it. Its not a bridge, not quite yet, but it IS a foundation.

One thing IS curious, thought. Alfred.

Alfred, whose warm voice is very comforting, like a spoon of sugar In a cup of mint tea,

" I don't suppose you'll be visiting soon, love?"

There's one detail that actually MAKES Clark want to listen. He didn't know Alfred's accent had a twang of Manchester to it.

But it's the voice on the other line, - gruff, grainy but pleasant, deep and whispery, - that stirs his curiosity,

" Don't tell me Bambi's dyin' to see me?"

Bambi?

" He specifically instructed me not to invite you again, actually. He's never quite recovered from that tea bag incident."

Faint gun sounds. Then a deep, chilling silence, " Ain't my fault no one thought 'em street combat. Soap says hi, by the way. Price still waitin' on that dinner date."

" Tell him to come here and get it. If he dares. And bring John at once! This silent pining of yours won't get you anywhere."

A pause, in which Clark feels an invisible pressure settle over him. He feels cornered. It's foreign, and nasty, on the wrong side of admiration.

" ...I'll see you in a blink, Pop."

" See you then, love."

When Bruce comes back, elegant, dainty, violence stained hands full with sweet treats Clark has no taste for, entirely for him only, he burns to ask about this mystery son.

But then again, it's really funny seeing Bruce on the receiving end of being investigated. He has no clue how Clark finds these things out, putting Superman above petty things like eavesdropping.

Clark Kent, however, won't bother. It's way too much fun.

If he had half a mind to ask, then maybe future Clark would know how to prepare for Simon "Ghost - AKA Bruce Wayne's Tank Older Brother " Riley better.

Why Am I looking up why am I looking up why am I looking, -

"You're hard to kill."

" ...Thank you."

" It's not a compliment. "

Bruce pouts, - and a fragment of Clark, who's currently doing his best not to hide behind his cape like an overfed 6 year old (because good lord, that mask), is endeared.

It's nice to see Bruce like this, - grumpy but relaxed and filled with loving annoyance. " This could've been a Facebook message."

Ghost shrugs, big hand messing up Bruce's hair, all bored and affectionate, " We celebratin' Jay's 9th birthday, don't we? Can't do that over call."

" Jay is 23."

Ghost shrugs, " I stopped counting after Dick, Bambi."

That...Was adorable. In a messed up, way too accurate manner.

"Besides," And Jason clearly learned " stabs you with a single stare" from the right person, " I heard it's open season in Gotham."

Clark gulps behind his smile.

#if dc refuses to give bruce cool older siblings guess what???? i will #clark kent #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #simon ghost riley #simon riley #dc x cod #cod mw2 #batfam #batfamily #protective simon riley #soft bruce wayne #superbat

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shit-hit-the-fan · 4 months

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[[CONTINUE THE STORY]] Jason Todd x Super!Reader

Dead bodies of tourists and museum staff litter the marble floor, as Jason and I cautiously step over them, sneaking closer to the heart of museum. The normally white and pristine floor is streaked dark red with blood, this is one of the worst crime scenes I’ve seen. Obviously work of The Joker Suddenly, I heard a crash behind me. I whip around, guns in hand. It was Jason, lying sprawled out on the ground. “Did you just fall?” I can’t help but giggle at the thought of The Red Hood(ie) tripping and falling on his face. “…No. I attacked the floor.” He replies, face totally serious. I shake my head at him. “Backwards?” He grins at me from the floor, and raises his hands. “What can I say? I’m freakin talented!” “Ha ha, Jace. Now get up, Joker won’t just be waiting for us.” I snort, sticking up a hand for him to grab. He takes it, and I pick up his guns from the floor, passing them to him. Mention of The Joker seems to pull Jason out of his happiness, and bring him back to the twisted reality we live in. “C’mon, I’ve got a plan, lemme explain it to you.” He says, when we reach the huge metal doors that protect the Relic that is the objective of todays heist. Jason rambled off about a trap and luring Joker in to catch him. I was thinking about my own plan, and as Jason mentioned, a trap to lure Joker in was probably our best shot. “-Are you even listening?” I head Jason ask, yanking me out of my own thoughts. “Huh? Oh yeah, I am, it just takes a while to process all that stupid at once.” I laugh, eyes sparkling. “It’s not stupid!” Jason insists, making me smile. (( Yall can reblog and add your own ending!))

#dc #Joker #Jason Todd #Red Hood #jason todd x reader #dc fanfic #continue the story

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introspectivememories · 1 year

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They’ve surrounded the Joker when it happens.

“Give up Joker.” Bruce growls out, “You’re outnumbered.”

“Oh, Batsy!” The Joker says with a face-splitting grin, “All these heroes for little old me? You shouldn’t have!”

And yeah, Tim supposes having the entire family here was a bit overkill but with Joker one couldn’t take any chances. He does wish that this fight could be over though — there's a cold case with his name on it back at the cave.

“Got the family back together!” The Joker laughs, “How wonderful Batsy! But… where’s my Robin?”

The family collectively inhales. From the corner of his eye, Tim sees Dick take a step forward only to be held back by Cass.

“Oh? Did I hit a soft spot there? I miss my Robin. You should’ve heard the way he screamed. We had so much fun Batsy!”

God, Tim didn’t even know it was possible for Bruce to get tenser.

The Joker’s face screws up into something more contemplative, “Maybe I should take someone new? How about you, baby bat? Whad’ya think? Wanna have some fun with Uncle Joker?”

“I will decapitate you with my sword, Joker,” Damian sneers.

The Joker laughs, “That’s the spirit!”

He’s about to take a step forward when all of a sudden two loud gunshots sound out.

The Joker drops to the ground, both kneecaps shot through.

His family shares a collective glance — Jason? No way, he sticks to the Bowery and Crime Alley when the Joker’s out. So, then who?

“That’s no fair!” The Joker wails, “You told me you don’t use guns!”

“What’s going on?” Babs says into the comms.

“Were those gunshots I just heard?” Jason asks, “I’m coming over right now.”

Shit, Tim thinks, Jason coming over will do no good for anyone. We need to wrap this up.

A voice rings out over them, “Goddamnit Mori, I think my aim’s getting worse. Whad’ya think?”

“You said two shots and you made two shots. It’s not like that clip isn’t still practically full.” Another voice — presumably Mori — says, “If it gets the job done…”

“Then it gets the job done.” The first voice says back.

Two people walk into the clearing both wearing black masks. The one with blond hair is wearing an oversized white button-up with a tie, a black knee-length coat, wide-leg pants, and combat boots. The blond-haired one was shorter than the other but still taller than Tim. He was quite broad too.

You think he’s cute, don’t you? His mind teases

What? No! He just shot the Joker. He retorts.

Yeah, but look at those arms. He could probably pick us up with one hand.

And now that his brain had brought it up, he couldn’t get the idea out of his head.

Look, now is not the time. We’ll jerk off about it later.

So you will jerk off to him?

Tim blushes furiously under the mask, Oh my god, shut up!

Focusing back on the scene in front of him, he catalogs the other man. The other man is quite tall, like Jason-level tall. He’s wearing all black — a turtleneck with two gun holsters strapped across his chest, and black cargo(?)/combat(?) pants tucked into combat boots. He also has a sword strapped to his waist.

Oh, and they both have black gloves on. Huh, hot.

By the time, Tim is done cataloging both of them, they’ve arrived in front of them.

The Joker turns from the ground, where is trying to stem the blood coming out of his leg, “Are you two the ones that shot me? That wasn’t very nice of you! If you wanted to-”

The blond one tilts his head and in one quick motion, the black-haired one backhands the Joker.

“God, do you ever shut up?” The blond one says, “Always fuckin yammering.”

The black-haired one sighs, “The sword causes too much drag.”

(Now that he's heard Mori speak a little, he notices a bit of an accent. Not enough to be identifiable but enough to know that English probably wasn't his first language.)

“I fucking told ya, Mori!” The blond says, “Why’d’ya bring it anyway?”

“It adds to the mystique! The aura!”

“We literally did not need that.”

“Whatever. You wouldn’t know flair if it smacked you across the face.” Mori says, “Now help me strap it across my back.”

Tim watches flabbergasted as the two men squabble over the sword. Finally, the blond one gets it strapped on.

(“So many fucking straps and for what?”

“It’s fashion,” Mori hisses.

“It’s impractical, is what it is.”)

Dick seems to get tired of this act and steps forward, “Can we help you two?”

Tim watches as the blond’s eyes curve into smiles, “No, no, it’s okay! Just sit back and watch the show!”

“What do you want?” Bruce says, as curt as ever.

The two men look at each other and then back at Bruce before bursting into laughter.

“Why what any Gothamite wants of course. To kill the Joker!” The blond says.

The Joker laughs, “Oh now this is going to be fun!”

Bruce steps forward, “We can’t let you do that.”

“Don’t worry, you just have to watch,” Mori says.

Bruce takes another step forward and quick as a whip the blond has a gun trained on him. Bruce raises his hands.

“Don’t move,” he says, “Take a few steps back.”

Bruce walks backward a few steps till he’s back in line with them.

“Now here’s what’s gonna happen.” He says, “I am going to kill the Joker and you guys are going to watch. And then, we are going to leave. Okay?”

“There are other ways than killing someone. Do not do this.”

The men look at each other and shake their heads.

“Oh Batman,” Blond says like he’s talking to a particularly disobedient child, “How many people have to die before it’s too many? How many children? How many graveyards does this thing have to fill before it’s too many?”

Jason inhales sharply over the comms.

“How many children do you have to lose, Batman, to this thing before it becomes unacceptable? One in a wheelchair and the other died and was brought back.”

Babs’ voice comes over shaky through the comms, “How does he know that?”

“If you had any sense,” Blond continues, “You would’ve ended this twisted game of tag years ago. But you couldn’t. So now I have to clean up the mess for you.”

“Let’s get started then.” Mori nods and steps back, falling into parade rest.

“First things first,” Blond whips the gun over to Damian. The family startles. “Get him off the field. Now.”

“How dare y-” Damian starts.

“You are, like, 10. I am not going to beat the shit out of Joker in front of a 10-year-old. Go home, kid.”

“I will not.”

Blond shoots at the ground in front of Damian, “I won’t miss next time. I’m not playing around. Go home, kid.”

“Robin,” Bruce says.

Damian stands up straighter, “Yes Father?”

“Go home.”

“Father!”

“That is an order. Go now.”

Damian deflates, “Yes Father.” And he grapples away.

Blond watches Damian until they can’t see him anymore. Then he turns back to the Joker.

“Mori, crowbar.”

The family stiffens.

Mori hands Blond a crowbar. He runs his fingers up and down it in a mockery of a caress.

Blond looks down at the Joker, “No, don’t be scared.” He coos, “It’s just payback. You understand, right?”

He traces the hook part over the Joker’s cheek, “What goes around, comes around. You killed someone and now I have to kill you. It’s nothing personal.”

Blond stops, “Well, actually it is. I’m a Gothamite, it’s definitely personal.”

Blond raises the crowbar and brings it down, again and again, and again.

THWACK — a bone snaps.

THWACK — blood squelches.

THWACK — the crowbar rips through Joker’s face.

Over and over again, the sound rips through the square. Mori never takes his eyes off the gruesome scene.

Finally, Blond seems to get tired of whacking the Joker and drops the crowbar on the ground.

Looking down, Blond groans, “Man, he got blood all over my white shirt!”

I’m pretty sure you did that yourself, Tim thinks hysterically.

“God Mori,” Blond whines, “What should I do?”

“Finish it,” Mori says.

“You’re right.” Blond reaches into his overcoat and pulls out a gun. It’s clearly special, considering the reverence Blond holds it with.

Blond presses a kiss to the hilt and aims it at Joker’s forehead.

“Don’t do this,” Bruce says.

Blond turns his head towards Bruce and oh, his eyes are so sad, “It’s too late Batman. It’s going to happen anyway.”

Below him, Joker gurgles out smiling maniacally through his mangled face, “You won’t kill me.”

Blond takes a deep breath, “For my darling.” He whispers.

He breathes out and presses the trigger.

BANG.

The Joker lies dead on the ground, a smile still on his face.

Blond crouches down and taps his gun to the Joker’s chest, “I hope you suffer for the rest of eternity. May you never find peace.”

Then he stands up and stumbles over into Mori’s open arms.

“Mori,” he sobs out, “What, what have I-”

Mori smooths Blond’s hair back, “Shh. It’s okay. You did the right thing. He would’ve killed more people if you didn’t end him. It’s okay.”

“I never wanted to become this. What would she think of me? She’d be so disgusted.” Blond gasps out.

“I didn’t know the young mistress as well as you did but from what you’ve told me of her, I think she’d be proud of you,” Mori says, rubbing his hand up and down Blond’s back.

Lovers? He thinks, Or are they brothers?

(Why does his heart hurt at the thought of Blond and Mori being in a relationship? Tim quickly files the thought away into his “Do Not Touch” folder.)

“The blood on your hands isn’t something you can lose, otouto. All you can do is choose is whose.”

“You have to calm down. You came here for one more thing. Finish it and we can have a breakdown later.”

Blond takes a few deep breaths as he tries to regulate his breathing. Pushing away from Mori, he spins around to them.

“Right! Sorry about that.” He says voice infused with fake cheer.

Blond’s eyes roam over their family before landing on Tim.

“You,” He says, “Come here.”

“What do you want with him?” Dick asks.

“I’m not going to hurt him I swear! I just need to ask him a few questions.”

And well, Tim’s always been too courageous for his own good, so he steps forward.

Blond looks him up and down before saying, “Take the mask off.”

The entire family protests.

“We can’t do that.” Dick says, “It would compromise us.”

Blond waves his hand, “I already know who you are. Don’t worry about it.”

This sends the family into a silent frenzy.

“People will see,” Tim says quietly. Blond’s eyes snapped toward him.

“My men have had this area blocked off for a while. Nobody will see.”

Tim takes a deep breath and peels his domino mask off. Blond inhales sharply.

“Oh,” He says quietly like he’s wounded.

“There are those pretty blue eyes of yours. Such a shame you hide them behind your mask.”

Tim’s cheeks traitorously start blushing. Blond raises his hand as if to cup his cheek and Tim can’t help but wrinkle his nose at the blood dripping off the glove. Blond follows his eyes and snorts in amusement.

“Don’t worry, pretty bird.” He says “I’ll take them off.”

True to his word, Blond does take them off and reaches back out to cup his cheek.

His hand is warm, Tim thinks, Does he have a fever?

“Are you eating well?” Blond asks.

“What?”

“Are you eating well?”

“Yes?”

“Are you sleeping well?”

Tim grimaces, “Yes? Sorta?”

Blond frowns and Tim has the irrational urge to smooth out the wrinkle between his eyes.

“Okay, not really the answer I wanted to hear but I guess for you ‘sorta’ is better than an outright no.”

He smiles and drags his thumb across Tim’s cheek, “And lastly, Red Robin, and this is the hard one, are you happy?”

(“What the fuck is going on?” Jason asks flatly through the comms.

“I have no fucking idea.” Duke responds, “I feel like we shouldn’t even be watching this.”

Steph chimes in, “Cass wants to know if Tim already knew this man. I don’t think so but like isn’t this soooo Wattpad?”

“What the fuck is Wattpad?” Dick asks.

“Is Tim having his Y/N moment? Is that what this is?” Jason asks incredulously.

“Guys, shut up.” Babs hisses, “I’m kinda invested in this.”)

Tim swallows and shit, isn’t that a question for the ages. Is he happy? He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know anything outside of being Robin. If he’s not solving cases, he’s out on patrol. If he’s not out on patrol, he’s working with his team. When was the last time he ever did anything for himself? When was the last time he went skateboarding? Or played video games? When was the last time he hung out with people who weren’t heroes?

When was the last time he was just Tim and not Robin?

(Probably not since high school. Not since Darla and Ber-

We are not thinking about that.)

Tim swallows around the lump in his throat, “I don’t know.”

Blond’s eyes go sad, “That’s okay. You can figure it out.”

Tim can’t help but lean into the hand. Blond caresses Tim’s face one last time before pulling his hand away.

Blond puts the gun back into his coat.

“Well,” He says, “It’s time for us to leave. I don’t know if we’ll meet again but if we do, I hope your answers are more concrete next time.”

Blond leans in to touch their foreheads together, “Be well.” he whispers.

Tim’s breath catches in his throat, everything laser-focused on Blond’s face so close to his. If he leaned in he could ki-

Blond turns around and walks back to Mori. Mori lifts up his arm to wrap it around the other’s shoulders.

Just as they’re almost out of earshot, Tim finally finds his voice.

“Hey!” He shouts. They turn their heads toward him, “Do I know you?”

Blond laughs a little, it’s sad and it’s broken, “Once. A long, long, time ago.”

And the men walk away.

#this is part of an au i have #where after darla dies henry offers bear the position of his heir and bear initially refuses #but ends up joining on the condition that he works his way up. and he does eventually so #here's a scene from that au #please ask me about my au!!#mob boss!bernard au #basically it's my wattpad mafia story timber version #tim drake #bernard dowd #timber #dc

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Can I get some strong hurtful angst with the Jason and Dick (separate)?

We all know they basically have dual personalities, Dick/Nightwing and Jason/Redhood.

What happens when Y/N gets into an argument (like full blown yelling and throwing things around) with NW and RH but then Dick and Jason clean up their aftermath????

Word count: 1258

Genre: angst

Warnings: Violence, Cursing

Pg rating: 13+

Requested: Yes

No pronouns mentioned

The world was a horrible, shitty place that tried its best to suck the hope out of all good people, and through all the pain and misery it was yours and Dick's job to make sure hope remained. That people like Lex Luthor or the Joker didn't kill the spirit of the world and crush it into crude, lifeless ash.

Of course, being the barrier between hope and evil was going to weigh on both of you.

Of course, it would chip away at every being of your soul and make it much tougher to love yourselves and each other, that's what evil did.

"Nightwing, I'll clear the left hallway for you, that's the only way to the civilians on the fourth floor," you ran up from behind him and jumped into the building through a broken window.

You heard static on your comms as you tried to find a way to take out the Joker goons without bringing much attention to yourself.

"Y/H/N don't engage. Stand down." He huffed out an order in a rough tone making you stop out of anger.

"Excuse me? Nightwing, this is the only way to the–" you tried to explain yourself but he cut you off making your irritation grow.

"Y/H/N." He didn't falter but you weren't going to back down either.

"What's your plan then, boy wonder?" You spat out knowing he hated that nickname, especially when he was in the field.

"My plan," he hissed from behind you as he finally found your vantage point, "is to surveil them, close off all exit points and wait for backup." He stressed the waiting part, but all you could think of were the innocent people stuck in the building.

"No."

He looked at you incredulously, eyes wide and nose flared, "No? Y/H/N are you kidding me, fighting them now would be a death sentence."

You distanced yourself from him, getting ready to run, "So is being held hostage by Joker's men." You started and jumped down from the rafters and began your assault on the small militia that had gathered in the hallway.

You kicked one man out the window, and another into the wall, and used him to crush another onto the floor, on the other side of the room Nightwing was fighting a few men on his own.

These idiots didn't even have guns, why was Nightwing so against you fighting them? This was your job? Did he not trust you? Did he think you were weak?

Your mind strayed away from the fight and the thug took advantage of that, punching you hard in the face, the sound of his fist connecting to your jaw making Nightwing yell out.

You snapped out of it, still, a little disoriented, and stabbed your opponent with a kunai in the gut, snapping his hand and kicking him out the window to finally end the battle.

You leaned against a wall to regain posture but Nightwing came running towards you, making your anger flare.

"Y/H/N, I told you to fucking wait for backup." He screamed at you making you shrink into yourself but you gained confidence as you remembered what got you punched in the first place.

"Oh of- fucking - course you'd trust kid flash or one of your brothers more than me." You got into his face finally letting out what you had been feeling these past few days.

"This is nothing about trust," He pushed back, walking back to let space between the both of you.

You walked up to him again, "Of course it is, I could have taken them out in my sleep! This is my job." You were frustrated and angry and you wanted to know why your partner didn't trust you.

"Just because it's the job doesn't mean I'm going to let you die for it." He jabbed your shoulder, making you wince.

"That's big talk for someone who would've gotten himself killed if it wasn't for everyone else in his life," You pointed your finger at his chest, "You know what? for being so high and mighty, you're just. like. Bru-" he shoved your hand away from him before you could finish your sentence, you turned on your leg, kicking him in the side with the other.

He grabbed your foot and threw you into the wall, which you crashed into, making your ears ring.

You stood up quicker than you fell, readying a knife as he pulled out his escrima sticks.

"At least I'm not the one who begged to get out of helping Poison Ivy!" He yelled making me see red as he charged toward me.

"Fuck you" You cried out as you ran towards him, ducking under his hands, shoving your knife into his thigh.

He cried out in pain and slammed the escrima sticks into your back, crashing you into the floor.

Your back ached and you could feel blood pouring down your face.

Nightwing stood opposing to you, both of you heaving from your injuries and the sudden outburst of emotions.

You were angry, frustrated, and tired and from the look on Nightwing's face so was he but you weren't going to stop this time.

You tried to go back for another attack but the comms link went online,

"Uh, guys Robin and I are on my way, two minutes to ETA." You heard Tim's voice, waking you up from your war, you finally got a good look at Nightwing, his face was bruised and battered, one eye swollen shut, the knife you stabbed him with was still sticking out of his thigh, blood spreading into his suit around it.

He looked worse than the goons you had beat up.

You switched off the comms and threw them towards him, "Don't talk to me again." Your voice cracked as you turned your back on him.

xX At home Xx

It was the middle of night now and you were supposed to go out as Y/H/N but you just couldn't get yourself to do it.

You were sitting in the empty tub, your suit long discarded behind the closed door, you hadn't even bothered to wash the blood and dirt off you.

You hurt him... you hurt him.

It seemed like your heart was going to tear with all the pain it was feeling but you couldn't even formulate what your brain was going through right now.

You zoned out, staring at the blood stains on the tub wall, barely hearing the door creak open.

You didn't look up as you heard the uniform fall to the ground and footsteps came towards you.

He sat down next to you, skin to skin, and laid his head on your shoulder.

"You removed the knife?" You whispered with a hoarse voice.

"Uh-huh," he hummed out, nudging you to see the amateur gauze on his wound.

"I'm sorry," he pleaded, "I trust you, I never wanted to hurt you Y/N," nuzzling further into your neck, you wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his.

"I'm sorry I stabbed you," You said softly, trying to hold your tears in.

He sniffled softly and moved closer to you, if that was even possible, "I love you, Y/N."

Thank you for requesting! Hope you like it! pt.2 with Jason will be out soon!

#dc #dc x reader #dc x y/n #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson x gender neutral reader #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #nightwing #nightwing x reader #nightwing x y/n #angst #angst with a happy ending

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