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The Better Robin, the better lover.
Pairings: Batfam x batsis, batsis x Roy Harper
summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and the Batbros are fighting over who is most likely to get a flower arrangement.
warning: fighting, mentions of death.
a/n: And the Cupids Fourteen love stories continue. Hope you guys are enjoying the series! Lots of love
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Dick Grayson walked down the stairs in the Wayne Manor heading towards the kitchen to sneak some snacks but his little trip stop when he spotted a beautiful flower arrangement neatly placed on the kitchen counter. Before he had time to pick the card of the flowers his actions where interrupted by Jason Todd entering the room.
“Don’t get near my flowers” he said emphasizing on my flowers.
“Your flowers? Who even got you flowers?” He said inspecting him up and down.
“ I have many lovers, Grayson. So they obviously sent me flowers. Now keep your dirty hands off it” Jason exclaimed, slapping his hand away.
“You can’t just assume these flowers are yours. It’s obvious that the flowers are for me, they are literally f/f, my favorite flowers. So I highly doubt that those flowers are for you. Now step aside and let me thank the person who got me those”
“Answer me this Dick, when have you had a stable relationship that your partner would send you flowers? Exactly, now move”
“Why do you find the need to offend me? I’m not the one that had commitment issues, look at yourself ” Dick said looking at Jason knowingly.
“Die and then you can judge my commitment choices” He muttered, pushing him slightly.
“I already did, asshole. That’s why I’m judging, you can’t use getting brutally murder as an excuse for everything, ” Dick said, pointing his chest several times.
“Dick, listen to what you just said because right now you’re really living up to your name” he said even louder face to face to him slapping his hand away.
“My names not Dick you ass. It’s Richard so joke on you” he said pushing him back. Both of them started pushing each other back and forth each time being harder.
“Oh! They look beautiful” Tim Drake said entering the frame and pushing past his brothers to look at the flowers.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Jason and Dick said at the same time looking down at their brother. Tim turned around to them, glaring at them.
“Please, Jason. I don’t want to get personal but you never leave this house and if you do, it’s for your vigilante bullshit so they wouldn’t know you live here and you, none of your situation ships are giving you such expensive flowers so move and keep on walking” Tim said smelling the flowers leaving two angry guys to stare him down.
“I’m sorry that you are so in love with your little boyfriend. But you literally couldn’t say it better, they are too expensive for you boyfriend to buy it” Dick responded.
“Are you trying to assume my boyfriend is poor?” Tim said, turning towards him.
“You said it not us” Jason responded, making Tim yell at him. The three of them yelled at each other making a huge ruckus. Bruce passed by watching them fight which made him quickly turn around back to his room. A few minutes later Roy Harper walked into the kitchen standing near the three boys.
“Guys?” Roy said but none of them answered after a few minutes of trying to get their attention.
“What!” The three of the yelled at Roy.
“Why are you guys fighting right now?” Roy asked separating them.
“We are trying to figure out who got us these flowers” Dick responded agitated, looking at him.
“Oh, that’s what this is about? Easy, I got the flowers” Roy responded with a shrug.
“See! I told you guys it was mine! Thank you so much Roy” Jason responded, giving him a side hug.
“You’re welcome? But just so you know this isn’t for you” Roy responded confused.
“What?!” Jason exclaimed, pushing Roy out of the hug.
“Ha! I knew you would eventually come through” Dick said, hugging Roy.
“It wasn’t for you either, Dick” he muttered.
“You disappoint me, Harper” Dick said, letting him go.
“I’m flattered Roy” Tim said walking towards him to walk him but before he did Roy spoke.
“Guys, it’s not for any of you guys. Did you even read the card?” Roy asked, looking at the trio. All three of them shook their heads, not making Roy roll his eyes.
“Well for who isn’t then?” Tim asked, raising his eyebrows.
“Oh, hi Roy!! I just wanted to thank you for the gifts” Y/n said walking in with chocolate covered strawberries in her hand.
“Y/n?!?” The trio exclaimed looking between the pair. Roy quickly blushed covering his face.
“What?” She asked, confused taking a bite of the chocolate covered strawberries.
“The flower arrangements are for you?” Dick asked, raising an eyebrow.
“The flowers, the chocolate covered strawberries and the plushies are for me, why?” She said looking at her brothers.
“I just can’t believe you and him or even better, you with anyone” Tim said looking at the flowers.
“What can I say, I got the romantic genes in our family” She said winking at them.
“You did not” Jason glared at her.
“I’m the only one that got a gift, so..” she said with a laugh making them roll their eyes.
“Just wait until you read the card” Roy responded with a small smirk. The three of them leaned into the flowers picking out the card reading the little note. All three of them angrily gasped at what they read.
“To the better Robin! That’s just insulting”
request are open, xoxo.
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“Of firsts, comfort, home, safety, and warmth.
Yellow was the sun. Yellow was light. And it was warm, secure, like being bundled up in a quilt so perfect around your form, you let it stay despite being motionless. But you didn’t want to move at all.
Or an arm, perhaps, holding your shoulders close to a body you could lean on even when you don’t feel so tired.
It was yellow you saw, looking out from a tower so high, legs dangling from a height so dangerous, but you didn’t even care. And neither did Tim. You knew he felt the same, when your head suddenly felt too heavy for you to lug around, forcing you to lean onto his shoulder so tastefully warm like none other can give you.
A kiss to your forehead lulled your eyes closed and you held onto his firm arm. Still, you saw the color seep through your eyelids, with it being so bright you wouldn’t miss it even with them shut.”
Excerpt From
3 birds 1 stone
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Hope ya like hehe -w-
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Youngest!Batsis x Batboys
I just had this sudden idea, plus I already did an "being the oldest" one soooo.....plus I need to post more....
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I don't even need to say it. Overprotectiveness to the highest level.
Spoiled af.
Everyone loves you. EVERYONE.
Being the sassiest biotch.
Creating a zoo with Damian in the manor.
Free rides from Jaybird every weekened.
Obsessing with cereals with Dick.
Beating Timmy in every video games.
Alfred's little angel.
The manor's life and little bundle of joy.
Movie nights every Friday. Some little touch of pillow forts, pillow fights, and tickle wars.
The media snipping only few to none pictures of you. Your gigantic of brothera and father acts as your human shields every time you go outside.
When you were younger, there is ALWAYS someone with you. When you're older, every minute you are bombarded with texts and calls. Or maybe your father put trackers on all of your belongings. Or maybe, everywhere you go, there are shadows above hopping and hovering on you.
Being annoyed on how protectice they are.
Being closest with Damian. Although, when you first arrived, Damian was the meannest to you.
You building a flower garden with Alfred for the boys. So the boys can have a place to be at peace. Also, the boys helping with gardening sometimes.
Being the only one to get through to Bruce whenever he gets too unreasonable.
The #1 source of joy to these family.
Cass, Kate, Steph, and Babs kidnapping you sometimes to have some girl time. Claiming that the boys never shares you.
Your laughter always echos throughout the manor. It lightens all the stress in the boys' bodies.
Cooking with Alfred.
Food fights.
Fashion shows.
Bruce just cannot comprehend how you get to have all the boys, the girls aren't surprising, join in your mini fashion show game.
Superman thinks that's your superpower. It's just so amazing and funny.
Whenever you get kidnapped, they always have a heart attack.
They just don't want to see you hurt. Worse, lose you. Your death would be far too much to these family. Take care of yourself.
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Late Night
Jason Todd x Reader
Hello people of tumblr! This is the first fan fiction I’ve ever completed and posted anywhere! I hope you like it, even if just a little bit.
I’m in love with the bat boys, especially Jason, so I thought it would be good to kick off this blog with a fic for him.
It’s more of a drabble than anything, but I hope you enjoy it all the same. Please forgive any off formatting mistakes; I’m still trying to figure out how tumblr works...
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1153
Jason Todd x reader
Jason comes home from patrol to find you waiting up for him.
Jason’s muscles ache as he hauls his duffel bag up the stairs of the apartment complex, his legs protesting every step. It’s nearly four in the morning, later than he’d expected. His pit-stop at the Batcave for stitches and a shower before coming home to you had cost him time, but he tries not to think about that. It’s better than making you worry over him when he comes back to your shared apartment bleeding and grimy from patrol. Even though you worried no matter what.
The TV is on when he enters, quietly playing the news. The banner across the bottom of the screen reads ‘Bats Frontline Major Drug Bust’, the reporter currently on-air droning on about the night’s incident. Jason stoops to take off his boots, setting them next to your much smaller shoes near the door. He drops his duffel bag in the living room, and his keys in the bowl sitting on the shelf to jingle against yours before he crosses the room toward the light in the kitchen. You sit perched on the counter, wearing one of his much-too-big hoodies and a pair of pajama shorts. Your feet kick lightly underneath you, covered by the bat-patterned socks Dick had given you as a gag gift last Christmas. There’s a recently-baked plate of his favorite cookies on the counter, and Jason feels his heart warm when you look up and set your phone on the countertop as he finally approaches.
“Hey,” you greet him, voice soft. You smile at him warmly, and the weakness in his knees suddenly has nothing to do with the strain from patrol.
“Hey.” He comes to a stop against the cabinets, arms wrapping around your waist as he settles his body between your legs on the counter. “Sorry I’m late... You could’ve gone to bed—you didn’t need to wait up for me.” He leans in just a bit to press a kiss to your lips, his head coming to rest on your shoulder as he nestles his face against your neck.
“Someone’s tired,” you comment, and Jason grunts in response. “It’s ok. I was watching you on the news.” Your fingers reach up to card through his hair, and he feels you press a gentle kiss against his temple, easing the last traces of tension from his limbs. A quiet sigh of content leaves him, and you pull his face up off of your shoulder to hold it in your hands. “Are you alright?”
Jason’s been expecting that routine question, and his lips quirk up at the corners. One hand lifts off of your waist to settle over your smaller one on his cheek, and he turns to kiss your palm lightly. “Right as rain, sweetheart. Alfred stitched me up—mostly just sore, now.”
You nod quietly, pulling him in to kiss his forehead before you pepper more little pecks over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. A tired chuckle leaves him, and his thumb rubs circles into the small of your back.
“That’s good,” you murmur, “they got you and the guy with the knife on camera... I was worried.” Your fingers slide down his chest to his left side, gently probing at the slightly raised skin that indicates the stitches under his shirt, right below his ribs.
“It’s alright, the bastard just clipped me. Wasn’t all that deep, and you know how Alfred is.” Despite the worry in your eyes, you have to giggle, and Jason’s heart flutters at the sound.
“Yeah. He always takes such good care of you and your brothers...” You smile fondly, your arms coming to loop around Jason’s neck, which you promptly snuggle into just as he’d done a few minutes prior. He hums and runs a hand through your hair, nudging you toward the edge of the counter.
“Come on, let’s get to bed. I’m tired as hell, and I think you are, too.”
You make some quiet sound of agreement against the fabric of his shirt, your grip tightening a little as your boyfriend picks you up by the backs of your legs and starts to amble into your shared bedroom.
Jason leans over to set your feet firmly on the carpet, crossing the room to pull the blinds down. He makes a detour to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and by the time he pulls back the covers on his side of the bed you’re already waiting for him. The vigilante smiles again as he settles down on the mattress, stretching his arm out to you out of habit. You tuck yourself against his side with a practiced ease, head resting on his shoulder and an arm draped over his waist. Jason’s fingers absentmindedly stroke up and down your back, and you sigh happily.
“Do you work tomorrow?” He inquires softly, to which you shake your head and kiss his chest.
“No, I asked for the rest of the week off. Do you or Bruce have another case yet?”
Jason hums and kisses your forehead, nose nuzzling into your hair as your warmth and the softness of the sheets starts to sink into him.
“Not right away. If you’ve got free time, I’ll take off too. This whole drug ring business was a drag. A break sounds nice...”
Another quiet sound of agreement leaves you, and somehow you manage to snuggle even closer to the lump of muscle and body heat you’ve claimed as your pillow. A break does sound nice. The bats had been running around and planning for weeks to set up this case, gathering information and resources, until they finally had enough to act. The end result was one of the biggest drug busts in recent years, with more than fifty criminals in custody (or hospital beds) and an entire sector of Gotham arguably safer. Which was good enough news for you: less children and teenagers getting involved in the nasty business or caught in the crossfire, and your boyfriend coming home relatively safe and unharmed. You find yourself dozing off after just a few moments, the steady rise and fall of Jason’s chest under your cheek and the strong, warm weight of his arm around you lulling you into a content slumber.
Jason looks down at you fondly, your hair threaded between his fingers and your breath soft against his skin. It’s nice, he thinks, to have someone waiting for him at the end of the night. His muscles are still sore, and his stitches sting dully. But now, with you tucked under his arm and the smell of your shampoo surrounding him, the Red Hood couldn’t care less about any of that. He presses one last kiss to your temple, soft and loving and so sweet he’s certain his teeth are rotting, and buries his nose in your hair. He’s asleep before he knows it, the most at peace he’s felt in a long time.
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How’s the batboysxreader shot coming along?
it’s coming along pretty good just not as fast as i’d like it to be
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3 birds 1 stone - chapter 10
‘Dick, Jason, and Tim. Supposed brothers 'till the end, until all three fall in love with you. Who wins your heart?
The man who earned it, the man who stole it, or the man who always had it?’
A/N: NO BATBOYSXREADER FIC WOULD BE COMPLETE WITHOUT THE FAMOUS GALA EPISODE. WE’RE GETTING TO THE FLUFF FOLKS (there’s still a bit of angst but it’s a helluva lot better than last time)
WORDS: 11,220
WARNINGS: none
MASTERLIST | 3 BIRDS 1 STONE MASTERLIST
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White.
You chose to wear white that day.
No reason in particular. No reason you could outrightly point out. Not even if that innate admittance wasn’t something you could deny. That day, supposedly a great one, didn’t have room for meaning. Not when meaning brought too much to your front or forced you to do things outside of your own time. You had the time. It just didn’t have to be now.
And with that, you chose to wear a white pantsuit, flaring down to your heels and lightly kissing the floor with its flowy hem. Not a dress. Not when that would imply meaning. Not even when it wasn’t about you when it technically was about you. And since that was, you wanted to wear this.
You had your hair pulled to the side, face just about as made up as it possibly could be, a black tube top underneath the blazer…
You chose to be you. No color. No exposure. Just you.
Though, a diamond necklace wouldn’t hurt.
Every carat shinier than any set of teeth could possibly smile back. This was the first time you wear this outside your vanity, or anywhere past a mirror. Now, it was time. Now that it wasn’t as heavy around your neck as it used to be.
And as you hooked the ends to the back, you let your finger run through its chain, gently caressing it as if it would break if you held it too harsh. Then you set your hair back, eyes on your reflection. The lights were dim. And you preferred it to be. When you soon step out into the light, into the thousands of lights that’ll soon be shifting their focus right at you for the whole of the night, you’ll have to look the part.
Three knocks out your door. On cue.
You stood from your mirror and grabbed your bag, just as you heard the door swing open before you even told him to come in.
“Y/N, let’s go-“
With your back still turned to him when you checked your purse, it was that same, gawking silence you’ve grown to be familiar with. Then you faced him, arms relaxed and your hip cocked to the side, you’ve never seen a man with his eyes as wide as his right then. The world stopped.
Tim looked absolutely gorgeous with his suit on, and just as he stared idiotically silent at you, you found yourself idiotically staring back at him. Long black hair parted neatly in the middle, swept to the back of his head while a few unruly strands defied the gel he put and flopped over his forehead. Hands stuffed into his jean pockets. A red tie tucked beneath his suit jacket that fit firmly onto his shoulders.
It took every ounce of your self-control to not just run to his chest right then make him hold you.
You’d have expected him to go on with the ‘wow’s and the ‘you look amazing’s and the endless roster of bashful remarks while he wouldn’t let his stare look away for even just a moment. But he didn’t.
Tim’s cheeks flushed a deep red, veins popped out of his neck, and his eyes wandered about on the floor frantically searching for something else to stare at. And his lips were curved up, being held back by his cheekbones that looked painfully sharp as well. His shoulders tensed, his hands fisted themselves deeper into his pockets, then you saw his lips tucked between his teeth. A further attempt to conceal his smile.
You wished he hadn’t stayed so dorkily quiet for so long, because you weren’t any different. You dipped your head down, let your hair fall to your cheeks, then placed your purse in front of you to cover yourself. Like the world had matted, blurred out, numbed, silenced, everything around you this charred mess of nothing and there was only Tim you could see, perfectly dashing and handsome in every way you dreamed of.
“Uhm…” Tim swallowed hard. You could see his neck hitch. “We’re late.”
His voice was too soft and he practically whispered the words out of him. You nodded, turned your lamp off, then you walked over to him so you’d stand closer to his chest.
You just wanted to melt at the way he looked at you. You never saw so much shine on a single pair of eyes as you did right then. This deep, cerulean blue. You could wander off and never be found like you’d be in the triangle of the Bermudas.
Your best friend. How perfect he was.
You locked onto his eyes.
“Thank you for taking me,” you said. Tim swallowed again like it was just so hard to get any words out of him.
“Of course.”
You didn’t wait for him to give you his arm. You took it, hooked your wrist around it, and held tightly onto his bicep. At first, you felt him tense, fixed himself up so he didn’t look so awkward, then he settled down and softened, especially when you had your thumb running against his jacket to soothe him. “Jeez, Tim. Relax.”
“Shut up.”
You laughed as you stepped out of your room, closed the door behind you, then you walked down in silence with your hand gripping tighter onto him as the nerves unfolded. From the corner, you could see the lights leading straight down to the ballroom. You tensed even more until eventually, you reached the top of the stairs with your breaths barely even and your chest heaving.
You were only distracted when Tim took your hand and gently placed his lips against your knuckles. Eyes diverting to him, and only him, you calmed.
“I’m here.”
His hand no longer left yours, and you’d rather he hold you this way than having to cling onto him like a lifeline. You were safe. He was safety. He brought it to you and you’re to revel in it for so long as you needed it.
You went down the stairs, out into the open. The ballroom filled with almost a hundred people you didn’t know but will soon be having your work against the walls of their offices and homes. You held tighter onto Tim’s hand, and as you reached the ground, Tim led you straight for the dining tables, to the one at the very front, where you and the family would be for the whole of the night.
You took your seat, Tim took the one beside you, then when Dick came in, with Babs in his arm looking so beautiful it was no surprise that everyone in the room stood with their jaws on the ground at the sight of her, you managed an acknowledging nod, as you caught Dick’s eye that wouldn’t leave yours that short moment he took his seat.
For a while, you let your eyes dawdle on each other from opposite ends of the table. A twist and a pull, coming from somewhere within. Your eyes were on him much longer than you would have wanted.
Dick let himself smile at you, gently, then looked away once again when Tim placed his arm at the back of your chair.
You turned to Tim, smiled back, then you heard someone go off on the mic.
You let it go on without letting the time that passed nor the words spoken bundle your nerves too much until you’d reach the point where you couldn’t do so much as breathe. The host’s voice, this enthusiastic child-like beam, didn’t do so much to help. Of course, there’d be thoughts, doubts, anxieties, questions whether or not you’ll end up embarrassing yourself in a room of the wealthiest who were expected to splurge their money on some nobody’s paintings, but you were going to calm yourself. You were going to enjoy yourself. You were going to sit there and pretend that this night was not, in fact, a fundraising gala purposed to auction a number of paintings, a lot of it including yours, for a cause that had grown to rely on what you’d done so far to help out, and instead pretend that it was something else.
When they brought out the first of your paintings, however, all that pep talk was thrown out the window. It wasn’t so silent that it’d have to spark even second-hand embarrassment from the waiters, but there weren’t any exclamations that they were impressed, intrigued, or even interested in the portrait of a woman being shown in front of them. Then they projected it onto a screen, to show the tiniest details of your craft. You heard some whispers by then.
The bidding started. It sold for eighty thousand dollars.
You didn’t know if you wanted to throw up right onto your plate, jump out of your seat and scream at the ceiling, or die.
Maybe these snobs with their noses up their asses weren’t so bad after all.
And that was for a painting that didn’t do so much as ignite a gasp, not like the second one they just pulled out. One of the Gotham City skyline, taken from the bridge leading to Arkham. Bruce must have invited a few enthusiasts, it seems, because that one sold for a hundred thousand.
“Tim, this is insane,” you whispered.
Tim knew what you needed. He waved at a waiter and he poured your glass to the brim with the inviting red liquid you didn’t know you craved. You gulped down half of it in a single swallow.
“Relax. How much were you expecting?”
“I don’t know,” you hissed. “A thousand? Ten at most?”
“Ten?!” He snorted. “Even I can give you that kind of money right now.”
“I don’t know if you’re humbling yourself, but everyone knows you’re the richest kid in the room.” Your eyes were all over the ceiling. The third painting just came up. Sixty! Seventy! Eighty! A hundred thousand!
“That’s ‘cuz Bruce is in the bathroom.”
Tim laughed and went on to take your hand when he saw it shaking like popcorn kernels in a microwave, soothed the back of it with his thumb, and pointed at the stage so you could see your work being sold for what you thought was the price of your own soul.
Everyone at the table congratulated you every time you heard that ungodly ‘SOLD!’ and the applause that followed right after. Of course, it excited you. Overwhelmed you even. None of this just happened to be something to expect.
You raised so much money you wanted to crawl to every buyer’s feet and kiss their toes, no matter how disgusting or degrading that would be. When the nerves subsided, the thoughts, the jarring misgivings, all you thought then, and all you wanted to think about, was how you were going to change so many lives.
This night wasn’t about you. It was about a cause. And your worries shouldn’t have to hinder how far you’d potentially soar just because you had the resources and the connections to have access to so much money, money that could be used to help out so many. You weren’t going to let it stop you from instead taking advantage of these resources and put them to better use. So whatever the paintings might have looked like, no matter how unsatisfied you were or how much you thought you could have done better, the fact that it sold for more than twenty times what you’d expected, was enough. Worrying about whether you were good enough or that your paintings didn’t deserve half the attention would be selfish.
It wasn’t about you or how good you were. This was about the children who’d suffered the worst kinds of pain, how that pain would forever be marked onto their skin just like it had on yours, and how they were going to have to live with it for the rest of their life.
People left their tables, their unguarded bags on their seats, and with another in their hand, they went off into the empty space in the ballroom. The dance floor. And with the music this gentle, soothing jazz from the live band not far from where you sat, you shifted in your seat, grabbed your glass from the table, and emptied it.
Tim found your hand once again, and you felt the tickling in your throat, the same as when you saw him the first time that night.
“I’m proud of you.”
You let him play with your fingers. He was always so soft when he did that. “Thanks.” You swallowed. “And thank you for not bidding.”
“Even if I had to, I don’t think these sharks would let me have it.” Tim finished his glass.
“’Sides. I’m used to your paintings specially made for me.”
You rolled your eyes once again. The music played louder, livelier. There were cheers and laughter from the people all around. A lot more were dancing, twirling about as if their feet couldn’t have tumbled about any less.
Tim pulled your hand, and he stood.
“Dance with me.”
“Oh no…” you said. “I couldn’t.”
“Dude, just come on.”
You were on your feet, being pulled by his incredibly strong grip on your wrist and you almost sprinted your way to the ballroom, to the side where you weren’t standing so close to the center and draw attention. Your teeth were showing, and your cheeks started to hurt at how much you were grinning right then. Tim took your waist, held your hand, and you gently placed yours on his shoulder. The saxophone was enough to drown out everyone else’s voice and all you could hear, if not for the music, was Tim’s laughter as you both struggled to dance like normal people without looking too much like you were high on cocaine.
But you couldn’t stop laughing, not when his dancing was horrible enough to almost have you tumbling on the floor, his sorry excuse of swaying that would have thrown your body against the wall and his chuckles that made you want to laugh even more.
“Tim, I swear to God-“
“Come on. Let me have this. Just put your feet to the side-“
“I’m not having you step on my toes again, you ass. I only have five left.”
You heard him snort. “Jesus, just hold on.”
He bumped into someone much taller than him, who then gave you both a dirty look. “Sorry.”
Your lips were between your teeth. It was the only way for you to stop yourself from screaming. You gripped onto Tim’s shoulders. “Now I remember why it’s been years since we last danced.”
“Hey. I am not that bad.” He looked down at his toes. “If I can just get this-“
“Just keep swaying. We’ll be fine.”
His hair had fallen out of its grip from the top of his head, and a few more strands landed on his forehead, some reaching the top of his nose and his eyes. You reached over, brushed it to the side, and he lost his laugh, mouth closed, and stared at you so quietly.
“Tim,” you whispered. “Don’t look now, but someone’s been staring at you for the past ten minutes.”
“What?! What does he look like? Does he have anything suspicious on him?”
“For crying out loud, not that kind of stare.”
You then shifted both your bodies so he’d face the right way. “You see that girl with a red dress?”
He squinted his eyes, glanced over your shoulder before turning back away. “Yeah.”
“She’s been whispering and giggling over to her friends.”
“Y/N, come on.” He switched back so he was facing away and swayed about much more relaxed than he had been. You felt his shoulders drop from the tension, and he dipped his head closer to you. “She probably knows who I am. The Wayne Heir. About to inherit billions of dollars.”
“Tim, you say that as if you got nothing else but your money,” you said. “You’re gorgeous. Even if she thought you were a peddler out on the street, she’d look at you no differently- Tim!”
He returned that statement with a spin that almost knocked you off your feet. Grimacing at you, glaring whilst you pulled yourself up and almost pushed him back.
“Fuck you, asshole.”
“You deserve it.”
“I’m telling the truth.”
He ignored you and looked around. “Seems like everyone’s having a good time.”
“Too good a time. And interesting. I see even more eyes on you.”
“On us.” Tim looked over your shoulder, at a man who was writing something down on his phone that looked much too old to be a personal phone. A work phone, perhaps?
“A reporter.”
“Jesus,” you hissed. “And in here?”
“I thought Bruce kept them away.”
“Obviously we didn’t do a great job at that.”
Tim turned you around, hand keeping you close to his chest as you locked eyes with the reporter, who went at it with his thumbs keeping a close eye on your movements.
“He has the same look on his eye as everyone else.”
“And what do everyone else’s eyes have that’s so noticeable?”
“They’re looking at us funny.”
You pulled back so you’d only see Tim and his eyes that have grown so radiant and bright, the dark bags that had faded away the more weeks had passed.
“Funny?” he smirked.
“You remember the reports back in the day,” your grip on his shoulder tightened. “Back when Damian wasn’t around, you were the star of Bruce’s wards. Everyone wanted a glimpse of your life.”
“Including my beautiful girlfriend.” His smile as he never let his eyes stray even a second away from your gaze melted you. “I know. I remember.”
“They wouldn’t leave me alone. Like Kate Middleton just before she married William.”
“I’m more of a Harry, really.”
You nudged him and he impishly snickered, tenderly pulling you close for an embrace as you swayed about and let your wonderous laughter fill the air.
“Tim, they’re gonna think we’re together again.”
“Ouch,” he scoffed. “You make that sound like a bad thing.”
Your eyebrows raised to your forehead. “It’s not… but-”
“Why not? Just let them. They’re just reporters.”
“Tim-“
“I know. I know. I’m kidding,” he flicked your nose. “We never could tell what comes out of a reporter’s mouth, but the important thing is we’re here as friends. Nothing more. You know it. I know it.”
Your smile was soft, natural, yet difficult. “You know I didn’t mean anything by that.”
“I know.” You felt him soften his grip on your hand. “Don’t worry about it.”
Your arm circled his shoulder, and you held onto him even tighter. No longer did your ankles fumble, or your legs weaken. Everything else was a haze you couldn’t care less about. You felt warm. You felt safe. Even in what you were in, a scratchy pantsuit and heels with your makeup running by the second, with him in your hold, with Tim in your hold, it was as good as being curled up in a warm quilt wrapped around you and Tim’s shoulders, on a couch that was neither too big nor too small to fit you both so perfectly as you watched a movie so calming, you wouldn’t be able to help but have him within your arms, just to have that extra bit of calmness.
That was what it was like with him. What it has always been like with Tim. And with a smile so bright, you leaned in and let your cheek press up so lightly against his so he could whisper into your ear even more things to worsen your laughter, and that was how it was for a while. Just you, him, and some music somewhere you couldn’t care less about.
Like a fairytale. A romance novel. Maybe even one for the insanely fluffy fanfiction fantasies anyone could only dream about. You were kids when you first met, when you’d just moved to a new school filled with the children of the wealthy and haughty. You were in high school, and already their socks were just as expensive as your phone. You weren’t usually so shy, but then, you were cautious. Everything was a mess, as it always would be at that age, and you counted your steps making sure you wouldn’t slip.
Another boy in your class was new as well. And you didn’t know who he was. Hell, no one knew who he was. Not when he was still years away from being adopted and would soon be a hell of a lot richer than most of the snubs around at school. Timothy Jackson Drake was seated at the far end of the class, right next to you, and little did you know he’d end up being the brightest student in just about every class he was in.
He came up to you one day, after a few weeks of sitting silently beside him in Chemistry without so much as a glance. He asked if you wanted to be lab partners and you agreed. Every day, you met him at the lab. Then, you’d invite him over to your house to do work. Then, you grew to be so close there wasn’t a second of you two being apart. Your best friend. Your soulmate. Platonically. At least, at first.
He was there every moment, every milestone in your life from that day forward. He told you everything he knew about himself and you’d eventually find out about the things that he didn’t. You had a crush on a guy once, and you talked to him about it like he was your brother. It was a glorious time. You didn’t have half the problems you had now.
And he treated you the way every woman should be treated. You once told him about the state fair that was closing up by the end of the week, and that there was no one at all that could take you, so he rented a car with his money saved up and drove you four hours to the fair without you even asking. You once said you liked this specific flavor of ice cream and he bought that very same kind for you every time he ran into that convenience store he only rarely finds. You told him you were starting to get into art, that being with the gymnasts at school wasn’t much of an interest, so he got you your first real canvas and paint so you could start to learn.
One day, he told you about Robin.
He was new to all that. Barely a week of service to the city. And he was nervous. Not an idea of how he did things was on par with what Batman wanted out of him, how different he was from the past two Robins, especially the last one who’d died. And always, he compared himself to him. Every night, after patrol, he called you.
And, when you started being honest with yourself, you wanted a piece of it, too. You wanted the kind of rush he’d go on and on about at nights when he told you he just saved a building full of civilians. And the moment he asked you, when he told you he wanted to share this bit of his life with you, you agreed. Your first suit wasn’t the best, and you constantly had to pick yourself up from the ground after falling a few good yards up in the air, but you managed. You were Robin and Falcon, partners from then on. Bruce trained Tim, and Dick trained you. Even as his whole life changed, his parents died, he got adopted, and became a Wayne, you remained constant. You were his constant.
He told you he was in love with you one night. Nothing even happened to spark such an attempt. It was just you and him, under the beautiful starless sky when all else was calm. And even as you never outrightly admitted to yourself that you’d always felt the same, that night, you were sure, you did. With all your heart. You loved him.
And you still did. He still did. Nothing changed. Nothing could change.
As you continued to dance, or whatever you were doing just rocking about to your sides and having your laughter fill in through the gaps of the song, you didn’t want this all to end. Not for a second.
So you enjoyed it, after that time so difficult for you both, there was never to be a change, the fact that whatever happened or will happen, you’ll always end up in his arms. The one you’d ultimately come back to. Your home.
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Playing Among Us on your phones in the middle of a gala probably wasn’t the best look for the papers, but there you were, at the corner of the ballroom, your backs crouched over like you were thirteen with your noses glued to your phone screens. Tim tried to pry your hand away when he saw you try to accuse him of being suspicious, and you chortled as you reached for another glass of wine.
Bruce came up to you. It was too sudden. Any forewarning you got was none but a shadow. Pointy ears at the top of his head and you would have been certain it was Batman out of nowhere. You both looked up at him, widened eyes, then you stuffed your phone back into your purse.
“Tim. Enough with that.”
“What’s wrong?”
You stood up from your seat and dusted off your clothes, then you heard a frustrated sigh out of Bruce.
“Have you seen Jason?”
“Jason?” You choked.
“No, I haven’t,” Tim said. You ignored the sudden buzz at the mention of his name. Tim went on. “Did he leave?”
“I thought so. But I had all the gates guarded.”
“You know that wouldn’t stop him.”
Bruce looked around at everyone oblivious. “Last time I saw him he downed his third bottle. I doubt he’d gotten too far off after that.”
“Then he must still be here,” Tim nodded at you. “We’ll find him.”
“Good.”
“Why is he here?” you asked, and tried not to let your voice pitch too high.
“Extra security. He wouldn’t come over unless I paid him.”
“Security?”
“Surveillance. Always when there’s a gala. We’ve had too many incidents not to be careful. Everyone’s in on it.”
Bruce then gritted his teeth at Tim and snatched his phone away from his hands. “Including you.”
“Jeez, we were just taking a break,” Tim scoffed at him.
“Find Jason. Now.”
He left, and Tim drew his hair back, on his toes looking around at the crowd. You joined him.
“No one told me Jason was gonna come over.”
“It was a last-minute thing. It took a lot of convincing.”
“He didn’t want to come?”
Tim snorted and you walked with him up the staircase. Jason wasn’t anywhere in the ballroom. “He hasn’t talked to any of us in months. He changed his phone again.”
“I, uh-” you coughed, and you swerved away from telling him that no, he did not change his number and that he only ever replied to a text that was from you and not anyone else. “You have any idea why?”
“Not a clue. But it took a hell of a lot of convincing just to get him to show up.”
You reached the top of the stairs and Tim turned the lights on for the hallway. You headed for the bedrooms. “Why does Bruce want him so bad?”
“Jason pays attention to a lot of detail. When it comes to surveillance, he’s your man.”
That shouldn’t have to be the case. You wished that wasn’t the case. But alas, it was. And now you were going to have to face the guy who’d rejected you horribly and hadn’t so much as texted you since his birthday.
You reached his room, one of the only rooms that had been unoccupied for many years, or thought to be unoccupied unless he’d been coming over more often than you knew about, and Tim shook the door handle. Locked.
“Jason, I know you're in there!” he called out.
His fist knocked hard against the wood. There wasn’t a response, but you heard bottles being knocked over on the floor and a grunt coming from someone with a very deep voice. Jason was there. Definitely.
“Jason!!!”
One two three four five. The door rattled beneath his hits, and eventually, it was loud enough to annoy a rock. The door latched and it swung open, almost breaking under an almost inhumanely strong hold.
“What?!”
“For fuck’s sake, Jason. What the hell are you doing?!”
“The fuck does it look like to you?!”
“Living like a hobo in your room when you’re paid to be here?!”
“You just answered your fucking question. Now get out”
“And- Jesus Christ what kind of animal has been living in this dump?!”
“Me.”
The pickiest neat freak in the whole family now had his hair so long it almost reached his nose, a dark, scruffy stubble that was the longest you’ve seen him in, his suit in the worst mess it could possibly be, shirt untucked and jacket discarded on the floor. At least his tie was still intact, but that was basically it. And his room, you didn’t even want to mention. The sheets were pulled off, bottles and bottles of different kinds of alcohol scattered about on the floor, spilling onto the carpet without so much as sparking a blink out of him, it seems. And he’d only been here for a few hours. You could imagine what his actual apartment looked like now.
Tim took the bottle of… something out of his hands and sniffed it.
“Even the devil wouldn’t have this,” Tim gagged. “What are you so drunk for?”
“Tim. I don’t get drunk.”
“You sure look the part.”
“Give me that-“
Jason tried reaching for the bottle but Tim held it away. “No. Get off your ass and come down.”
“Bruce can keep his fucking money. I’m not about to go-“
He saw you.
You were too far off to the side that Jason hadn’t seen you at first glance, not until he’d reached for Tim’s hand and stepped out of his room, seeing what was at the side. You, with your hands pulled to your back and your head dipped down in silence, kept that silence and reveled in it. You shouldn’t have been. You shouldn’t be standing there so still, mouth parted open as you locked eyes with someone you hadn’t seen in so long. With someone you wished you talked to differently not knowing it would be the last.
Jason stilled himself as well. You saw his neck jump. You saw his limbs straighten. Suddenly, he grew aware of what he looked like. Jason dusted off the mess of his shirt and frantically looked about, avoiding your eyes.
“Hi,” you said.
“Hey.”
Tim was in his room. “Jason, don’t fucking tell me you took a shit on the-“
“Calm down. A cat came in and made himself at home.” You had your eyes on the ground and Jason rubbed the back of his neck.
“A cat came in from the window and you just let it?!”
“He’s still there. Somewhere.”
“What do you mean he’s still in he- nice kitty… Nice kitty... Niiiice kitty.”
You swallowed away the tightening in your throat, and you couldn’t keep him off the side of your eye. Jason kept his distance, then he coughed.
“How have you been?” he asked.
You sucked on your cheeks. “I’m great, actually.”
“That’s… great,” he stuffed his hands into his jeans. “Congratulations, by the way. About the auction.”
“Thank you,” you said. “What about you?”
“I…” You heard Tim and the cat scream as they wrestled on the ground. Jason just went on. “I’m alright.”
“Are you?”
Jason brayed as his eyes went over from the empty walls, then to you. “What makes you ask that?”
You should have mentioned his hair, his clothes, his room, the fact that he looked like he hadn’t shaved in a week. But you just shook your head.
“You haven’t called in four months.”
Jason let his eyes fall from your body down to your feet. You didn’t like how silent he became.
“Yeah, I’m… sorry about that.”
“It’s fine.”
Tim shot out of Jason’s room and immediately locked the door behind him. You heard the cat screech, then it pounced at the wood, shaking it almost off its hinges.
“What the hell did you feed that thing?!” Tim cried. Jason just laughed at him.
“Awe, look at you.” Claw marks were all over his shirt, so you went over to dust off his jacket and pull his hair back to his head.
“We have to go,” he said. “Jason.”
His older brother just waved him off and Tim handed him his suit jacket. As you both turned for the hallway, you couldn’t keep your attention away from looking at him to your side, making sure he was following you. And he was. At that, you wished you hadn’t been so obvious.
Jason trailed off the minute you reached the bottom steps. Disappeared into the crowd so obviously not wanting to be found.
But that wasn’t nearly enough of a talk than what you had right then.
“I think Bruce wants me over at the bar,” Tim groaned. “I’m sorry. I know I’m supposed to be your date.”
“It’s fine,” you fixed his hair again. It was far too unruly now. “I’ll be alright.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure.”
That warmth that wasted no time seeping up your cheeks worsened when he squeezed your hand and your shoulder. “You know where to find me.”
“Just go,” you laughed.
He left for his station.
The remnants of darkness left within you, the ones that still held on to whatever hope for the peace you could find just couldn’t help but look around, at the crowd and every open door there was that Jason could have gone into. That wasn’t enough. You just wanted to talk. You needed a week of talking if it were up to you.
But this might be your only chance.
You saw him go off into the gardens at the back, away from any prying eyes. You gripped onto the sleeve of your jacket and continually hoped you weren’t making yet another wrong decision as you walked over to follow him.
As you turned out the door, the crowd less and less, somehow you were pulled out into the marble porch of the main backdoor, the one that faced the center of the garden with all the statues and vases at each corner. Bruce had the place completely dark, so there wasn’t anyone around for as far as you knew.
The sound of your heels was all there were, and as you drew closer, eventually the crickets and the noises of the night coming clearer to your senses, you saw his figure crouched over the marble railing, head almost down to his arms. He was so quiet no one else would have seen him with his clothes just as dark as everything else.
It probably wasn’t going to do anyone any good. Not you. Not Jason. Not the whole family. Hell, what you did with him should have spurred more chaos than it actually did, but it didn’t. It should have. You should’ve been cast out. You shouldn’t be here at all, enjoying a party that had so much to do with you and your work as if you were just the most perfect person there was. And clearly, you weren’t.
But you dragged and hovered, yourself over to his side. Jason knew you were there the moment you stepped out the door, but he didn’t turn so much as a side-eye. But he let you stay.
You let your elbows rest on the railing just like his, and you watched the leaves and the bushes fluttering like wings with the light breeze that passed. Not even the bugs that lived within those bushes made much noise. As if they were cautious of you both, of the tension that lived on.
It didn’t have to be, though. You faced him and let your shoulder nudge his.
“What?”
“Can you tell me what you’ve been sulking on about the past four months?”
He didn’t even look at you, or do so much as move his lips. When you looked up at the sky, at the starless sky that watched you both respecting the peace, Jason’s attention was entirely onto the grass.
You toyed with your sleeve, anything just so that wavering emptiness wasn’t so awkward, but it didn’t help. Not especially when he answered.
“Why do you think?”
You then held onto the edge of the railing. Somehow, you were too close over a ledge, so close to just falling ten stories above. That’s what it felt like.
Was it not true, then? What he told you that day, that he wasn’t in love with you the way his brothers were? Was it not true? At least, not anymore?
He wasn’t always the easiest to talk to, nor approach. It was why you weren’t so close at all. Especially not at first.
Not at all like the rest of them, or anyone you met for that matter. First, there were talks that Jason Peter Todd, the late son of Bruce Wayne, the one Tim had replaced as the renowned boy wonder, might possibly have cheated death. Or worse, was brought back from the dead.
At a faraway alley in the corners of Gotham even you had no idea about, and with you so newly inaugurated as a part of the Bat family, you were frightened, to say the least. You heard this man was violent, ruthless, and that most of all, he kills. That enough was a warning to never get too close. You had Tim by your side, and when you all chased him down that narrow dead-end, bullets run out and having nowhere to turn, that’s when he talked. His voice was muffled then, but you could hear him right through it. His voice, so broken and alone. You just kept your distance. You and Tim. He didn’t seem to like either of you at all.
It got better, contrary to what you thought, which was him going on as this prodigal, estranged son and never contact anyone in the family ever again. That was it for a long while, him and Bruce. Indifferent. Estranged. Bruce kept tabs on him, almost every day. But that was as far as it went.
Then Bruce died.
With what happened in your own life revolving around the death, you weren’t so sure with how it affected him. But from what you did know, Jason didn’t take it very well.
That’s when you officially met. When he finally bit back his pride and called Dick for the first time, called the rest of the family afterward. Then, he visited the cave.
Jason came out of nowhere, hacked the cave’s security systems, and came up to all of you. Dick, Babs, Steph, and a newly discovered Damian Wayne. He wasn’t in his suit and he had to hold his hands up to surrender to Babs who had her sticks up his throat. He came in peace. That was what he said. And he actually did come in peace.
He came up to you later that night, when you were all out in the city. He had his mask on so you couldn’t see him, but Tim had something to take care of and you were supposed to stay up in that radio tower to give him cover.
Jason asked you about Tim, about Bruce, about the rest of the family he wasn’t too keen on talking to himself. You were the only one he hadn’t known beforehand other than Tim, who he refused to even talk to when at first, he’d constantly torment him for being his replacement, and Damian, who, frankly, was like talking to a mute troll.
You ended up working together that night, and by the end of it, you were the one who made Jason and Tim talk things through, realize that they were brothers, that this was how things were going to be.
Maybe he was mourning Bruce more than he let on. Maybe he was just as in denial about it as Tim. Maybe, he realized, he should have talked to Bruce, let go of their history while he still could, before it eventually became too late. Maybe, he thought, the same could happen to the rest of the family, which was already greatly possible in itself. Maybe he didn’t want that same estrangement and regret to happen again. So he got closer, even to you.
When Jason heard you broke up, he sent you a text, asking how you were. You hadn’t texted him before, which meant he went out to find your number. Perhaps from Dick. You texted him back and he didn’t reply.
A trait of his you wished wouldn’t still be so relevant even after all these years.
You couldn’t possibly let this silence linger on.
Nudging his shoulder again, Jason audibly snarled at you to back off. “What?!”
“We can't live like this.”
“You mean you can't. I’m perfectly fine.”
“On the contrary, you’re not fine at all. I’m feeling great.”
“Congratulations.”
Jason chewed on his cheek and let the breeze blow on his long hair and scruffy stubble.
“I don’t mean it that way,” you said. “I regret the way things ended with us. Everyday.”
“You clearly don’t look like it.”
“I’ve been trying to look for the peace beyond all this. It works, you know. When you make sure you're on good terms with everyone you care about.”
Jason squinted at you. “Why are you telling me this?!”
“Because I’ve been trying to contact you, and you disappeared off the face of the earth.”
“So what?”
“So, I’m telling you it’s alright. We at least could track you if you were alive, and we’ll take what we get.”
“So you don’t resent me at all for not calling?”
“No. Not even a little.”
“Really?”
“Jason, come on. Can we at least be friends?”
Jason turned from having his gaze forcefully locked onto the field to you. You took to smiling at him, even when he was gripping the railing far too harshly.
Then he sighed, loosened up.
“Fine.”
You giggled and it made him scowl at you again, playfully this time as if that was all it took for him to break past that brick wall. “Come on,” he said. “They turned the fountain on for tonight.”
“Oh?”
You went by his side, over to the fields that had grown brittle from the summer sun. With the winds not so harsh, you reached the pond that had been long overdue for a cleaning, its cement walls that met at four sharp corners filled to the brim with moss and algae, then beyond the music that was blaring out of the windows and back doors held open for the whole manor to hear, it was the faint sound of gentle water spewing out of a stone lion’s mouth, so soft that it was so enthralling to listen to all day.
Finally, as you reached just the side of that fountain, you stared at Jason through his reflection on the dim water, and he stared at yours. A Lilypad and a few leaves so quietly hovered over the cold surface, and it greeted you with the kind of calmness that wasn’t so often met.
“I should have called,” he said. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
You couldn’t hide your smile when he could see it from the water.
“You understood what it was like to be me for so long. It’s only fair that I understand you.”
He stopped looking at you and instead watched as a frog leapt over one of the pads.
“Thank you…”
The song that played matched that same calmness. Still with the jazz, but a woman’s voice so tantalizing and deep, it worked with how the fountain was so quiet and everything else so unmoving.
You don’t think you’ve ever asked a guy to dance before, but with where you were, how the darkness felt light, how the water soothed all else and you were in the middle of a beautiful garden with a beautiful man, you’d be sure to regret it if you let it pass.
“Dance with me.”
Jason chuckled. “No.”
“Come on. Just a while.”
“You wanna dance?” He snorted and laughed. “Here? In front of this fungi-infested pond?”
“Jay, it’s just a dance.”
Maybe you did push his buttons, ask too much when he didn’t even want to be seen by you. But when he let himself look at you in the eye, and for a moment, take in your eyes so gently holding him as if you were already in his arms, he took a step closer, with you both at the edge of the pond, and he looked behind you waiting for the song to change.
When it did, he grinned.
“Fine.”
You took his hand, then his shoulder. And though you felt his reluctance, especially with his arm feeling tense and his body still so stiff, eventually, he had his hand on your waist, then he swayed. Entirely different from when you danced with Tim, which was to this lively, upbeat tune mixed with your laughter and your feet fumbling so bad and looking nothing less of a joke. Jason was this calm, serene lowness, sexy and inviting. Quiet, but riveting.
The moment you felt his chest so warm against your suit, you knew perhaps this wasn’t the best idea, not when the singer started to sound like she was making love to the microphone.
“Nice necklace,” he said. You let that pave a way for a distraction. “Tim?”
“Yeah… For Christmas last year.”
“Fun.” His laugh was low and breathy. He was good at dancing. And you wanted to lean in even more, feel more of how he was swaying about.
“And what did Dick give you that year?”
“A lot of stuff. Little things,” you smiled. “One of them was this hard drive full of movies I loved.”
“Ah. Sentiment.”
“In the body of ketchup packets and cheap sunglasses. Yes.”
Jason started turning you around, in a circle so close, you almost fell off the ledge if not for his strong hold on your waist. Your faces were close, perhaps too close. But one thing was for sure, you couldn’t leave his eyes. Not for a second.
“I should have given you something better,” he said. “Cheap brushes from Amazon. Even Damian would have done better.”
“Don’t think that way. I loved them.”
“You actually use them?”
“Of course, I do.”
The way he softened his hold, the way that softness crept up to his lips that pulled his cheeks up this ample smirk, and with his eyes widened, then you realized he was looking at your lips.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have brought that up.”
“Why not?”
Your dance. It all came so naturally at that point. And with how close you were, you were practically whispering.
“I’m not comparing myself to Dick and Tim if that’s what you thought.”
“No,” you said quickly. “It wasn’t.”
“Or competing with them. Or whatever.”
“I know that.”
His lips. Despite the stubble. They looked just as soft as you’d left them. Glistening. Chapped. Yet, inviting. The woman’s voice got lower, somehow, and with everything to silent, and the lack of wind, it meant it was hot. Or, at least, that was how it felt.
You weren’t even looking at his eyes anymore. It was his lips that got your attention and how when he spoke, his breath fanned over your nose.
“Speaking of,” he coughed. “How are you with them?”
You shrugged. “We’re all alright.”
“With Dick?”
“It isn’t like before, but we’re good. Whatever good is.”
“I thought you’d be with one of them by now.”
You knew he’d ask that. Somehow. He looked like it was just about to blurt uncontrollably beyond his control. You sighed, and it allowed you to look away. Perhaps to the pond.
“I didn’t choose between them, if that’s what you're asking,” you said. “Things are great. Better now that I got to talk to you. I’ll know what to do. In time.”
“Of course.”
“Can we talk about something else?”
“Sure. Sorry.”
You wanted to laugh at how he looked like he was about to topple off his own knees. But he kept his smirk on. He wasn’t nervous. Jason never gets nervous. Though it was obvious, he hadn’t even an idea what to say.
His lips. His jaw. His awfully sexy jaw.
“I’m just… saying whatever comes to my mind at this point.”
He laughed at that last bit, and you along with him. You faced him again, and he felt closer this time. And his breath was so hot against your mouth, you remembered how that same breath used to fan over your skin, at the sweetest spots you craved him the most.
You wanted to ask ‘why?’ Why was his hand that was on your waist feeling so relaxed, yet so stiff that it was just a push away from holding you even tighter?
“It’s okay…”
It wasn’t even from your voice. You said that in a breath. You could feel it burning because it made him lean even closer to you, and his hand on your waist that eased in, trailing slowly to your back and tracing your spine.
You stopped swaying, letting the woman’s voice and the fountain and the frogs and the crickets fill the void between that ringing in your ears. Jason’s hand, the one that wasn’t holding you, let go of your hand and found waist.
You desperately, so greatly wanted to lean in and ravish yourself with him, have that intoxicating taste that only ever came from his lips, his tongue, every part of him you’d tasted. You wanted to have him, right then, right there, his clothes be ripped by your meager strength, his hair between your fingers gripped on while he pushed himself further against you. You wanted so badly to have that understanding and danger and the dark, alluring mystery that was him, in some form of physicality, something you could have in your hands that were just aching to feel his skin and have that scorching burn all over your flesh. You wanted to be so out of breath that you’d have to force yourself out of it in the end, have him relieve you of that growing itch that was only ever present when you were with him.
But, with your lips empty, you stood still. Your skin was burning. Your breaths were hot. Every part of you was screaming for you to pull him to you but you didn’t.
He had the same idea.
That hand on your cheek, he let it brush your hair back. He kept that smirk, and you just wanted to punch that out of him.
You went back to the party not long after. Jason stayed in sight. No longer did he hide. And that darkness that was over his head for the whole of the night, it had left.
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Everything was supposed to be over.
But, of course, you knew it wasn’t.
Just when you thought this was going to a night without meaning or milestones or anything to dwell about, you had just one more thing you hadn’t taken care of.
One, if you were truly being honest with yourself, you so greatly wanted to settle. Perhaps more than anything else. Even with it not being so visible. It was there. The silence. The strain. The holding back. It just wasn’t the same.
You weren’t sure if it was right, but you hoped it would get better. It has to. He was too precious to you to let this all go.
And, as if the world was inviting you to do just that, you saw him sitting at one of the tables, lonely and alone. All the other chairs had been kept except that one. The lights were still on, but that was only because the guys were cleaning up the stage and the caterers packing up their carts.
You hated yourself, constantly, at how Dick lost that brightness he once brought to every room he went into. Because even with his kept hair and ironed suit, looking incredibly handsome that even the older women you saw were making eyes at him, his head was to the floor, staring too intently at what was supposedly an empty floor.
You went up to him, purse in hand. The moment he looked up and saw it was you, his back shot up.
“Hey.”
“Hi.”
You swallowed. “Can I sit with you?”
“Of course.”
He stood up and let a chair fall back onto the ground. You thanked him, took your seat, and when you saw how he purposefully let his eyes lock onto the wall right across, you went on to watch the same thing. Perhaps then you’d know what he was thinking about.
Clearly, it was a lot. For him to focus on something so blank, it wasn’t the same in his head. It was something even you could see.
“I’m proud of what you did tonight,” he said.
Even his voice hurt to listen to. You had your hands on your lap.
“I owe a lot of it to you. And your support.”
What you should have said, and wanted to say, was that there was absolutely no one else in the face of the earth that’d supported you so much throughout your career, your work more than Dick had. No one had sat through you having to paint for more than five hours a day. No one gave you the supplies and means you needed to further push you to greatness. No one has ever brought you to soar so high, high enough for it to be worth the unbelievable amount it’d garnered tonight, much more than he had.
But that was all you said. And to make things worse, you added, “Everyone’s support.”
Dick faked a smile. You could tell he faked it when you’ve grown to memorize his real smiles and just how bright it was. But that wasn’t it anymore.
You had to be careful. Maybe that was it. Maybe that was why the darkness had befallen. You were too careful around him now, so much that none of it was genuine. Not even the smiles. Maybe, because you knew how fragile this all was, how close this was to breaking, whatever you had with him and how much he had to beg you for it to be okay again. To salvage what was left of it. You were careful, and you hated how it had to be necessary.
“I’m sorry I didn’t get to come up to you tonight,” you said.
“It’s alright.”
“Did you have a good time, at least? With Babs?”
Dick breathed harshly out his nose.
“She wasn’t my date. I just took her to the table.”
“Oh,” you swallowed. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.”
“No, I mean…” You counted your breaths. Careful. “I should have asked you to dance, at least. You shouldn’t have to be so lonely tonight.”
Finally, he faced you.
“Y/N, I’m alright.”
Your eyes were on him. Always, they found their way back to him. You were aware of how quiet you were right then when that happened. And how not much else came to mind.
Dick pulled out his phone, almost frantically, then he was scrolling.
Music started to play. No words. No singer. Just a piano that sounded like it was playing from a far distance in the forest.
Dick stood up, and with a smile less forced but wasn’t perfectly real, he walked over in front of you.
“I…” he rubbed the back of his neck with one hand and held out the other one to you. “We could… have that dance…”
You swallowed. “Now?”
“Yeah, I mean. It’s quiet. I have music- nevermind. It sounded a lot better in my head.”
He got the phone back and scrambled to silence it if not for your hand that reached out.
“No, no,” you smiled at him. “Please. Let’s dance.”
He searched your face, maybe to look for any sign that you were held at gunpoint or that you were at all forced to say that.
“I’m serious, come on.”
You took the phone from his hand, placed it on the table.
Then, finally, his soft beam was something more like what you’d remembered. When you had him in your arms, and you in his. You held onto his shoulder and let your waist be held by a strong hand once again.
That smile wasn’t to last, however. But Dick couldn’t, not for a second, look away from your face.
That was it. That change.
The blue. No longer was it so bright so much like a luminously lit sky, but rather this tranquil hum of the ocean at night.
And unlike that other two times that night, you didn’t have a word to say to him. Neither did he.
Tim’s older brother. That intriguing, dashing, immensely handsome older brother of your best friend. He didn’t look at you twice. Not at first, at least. He was older. About three years your senior. And he probably thought of you as no one else but his brother’s best friend. And that you were, and just like the stigma, you found yourself dreaming and gushing over him and his handsomeness every time you came in to visit.
You first met when you ran into him one day when you got yourself lost in the library. Tim had left to get something in his room, and you were alone. Richard John Grayson walked into that room and almost had you cornered when he shut the door behind him, not having an idea that you were there at all, reading a book in front of the fireplace so silently without so much as a whisper.
He wanted to take a nap on the couch, it seems, because he was headed right there just before he caught your eye and froze. You smiled, a painful, goofy smile, and he laughed back. You wanted to crawl under that carpet and find some sewage manhole just so you’d disappear.
But Dick, as he always had been, with his charm and charisma so unmatched, he sat right next to you and asked you about your book.
Then he made you laugh so hard you almost threw the book right into the fire. It wasn’t so different since then. You ended up talking about things much more than just that book, and when he mentioned he was an acrobat, you mentioned you were with the gymnasts at school. You weren’t the best. Far from it, in fact. It wasn’t something you were too passionate about, not like you were with art, but it was something you had in common. And you reveled in that.
You ended up talking, and it seemed like you did so the whole afternoon. When you turned, Tim had fallen asleep on the couch and no one even noticed, so you went on and on until the sky got dark and the fire being the only light there was.
You grew closer as the weeks passed. He was your friend. One of your best, in fact. Then when you became Falcon, he volunteered to train you so Bruce can train Tim. And, if you were to let yourself get lost in those precious memories, you’d know that those times were ones you’d turn to when you needed something to smile about.
You weren’t sure when he’d fallen for you along the way. Something did change, you were sure. But not enough to know exactly that point in time when things had shifted. Maybe, you realized, it was when you and Tim got together.
Yeah. It probably was. Because you noticed just how much he’d actually been staring at you without looking away until he suddenly stopped, knowing you’d belonged to someone else.
Content. Happy. Bright.
That had always been how it was with him.
By then, and with the song long gone, you continued to hold him. You wouldn’t let him go. Not when it had all changed. Why can't all this go back?
To conceal your cries, your lips were pressed up to his shoulder, and his to your hair. There were tears, which you hadn’t even felt until they seeped into your lips and you got to taste the salt.
He used to pull you up from even the darkest depths, and only Dick had ever been there, could have possibly outshone every smidge of darkness there was and had done infinitely everything to make things so much better for you even when better seemed impossible. Every bit of sadness. Every bit of anguish. It was him. He made you laugh through the tears. He made you smile through the pain.
Why does it have to change? Why can't things just go back?
Why can't you just have this all go away with a night at the movies? A cheesy comedy? A cheap romance story? Why isn’t it blowing away the way it so easily used to when it came to him?
“Y/N…”
“Shh…”
You couldn’t talk.
“Listen.”
You could listen.
“Remember when we watched The Proposal? Years ago?”
You wanted to pull back, but you couldn’t possibly allow him to see you like this. Not when he’d already felt you shaking.
“I remember you laughing so hard you snorted popcorn out your nose. My fault, really. I couldn’t shut up about any of the scenes. Then you drank soda and you ended up spilling that all over the carpet ‘cuz you had to roll over your back from laughing again.” He chuckled.
Of course, you remembered that. You remembered every minute with him.
“It ended up being one of the movies I loved watching over and over again. Of course, it’s a lot better when it’s with you. A lot more fun when I have to watch you having to clean popcorn snot from your mouth than just Sandra Bullock. But I did. At least, to relive it all.”
Your hand on his shoulder tightened. “Yeah…” you managed to say.
“I know things aren’t what we wished it would be. I really hoped everything would go back to the way it was. But we could try. If you want, we could watch that movie again. Not now, but soon. We could watch it, and maybe things will be better.”
You closed your eyes, let your face get buried even deeper into his shoulder.
“Is that okay?”
“Yeah,” you breathed, and you wiped your tears with your sleeve, now tainted with your mascara. “Yeah, I’d love that.”
“Awesome.”
That was it, really. That was all he had to say, and all you had to say.
No. It wasn’t going to go back to the way it was. Not even by a mile.
Because he wasn’t Tim. He wasn’t someone you’d eventually fall back to even after you’d gone through your worst together. He wasn’t someone who grew up being your best friend and would stay that way even when you were lovers. You couldn’t, can't, go back to being friends the way you easily stayed friends with Tim just months after you broke up. It’d been months since that incident with Dick, and still, nothing had mended.
Because he loved you too greatly, enough to want to walk out on his wedding to another woman just minutes before, too much to ever stay friends and pretend nothing happened. And just like you, you and him the same, you couldn’t push that love to the side just to let your friendship win over.
You loved Dick differently, a love that was so much stronger than a friendship.
One so strong, that you’d either be the lovers so obsessively in love or nothing at all. Because you couldn’t, he couldn’t, not after you’d admitted it, ignore that love even if it was to save your life. He was the only one you had to pine over for so long. He was the only love so unrequited, at least for a while. At least, for what you thought.
If that were true, then it was why things had to change. Why you couldn’t stick around and see him so often and not have him in your arms.
It was painful.
Much, much too painful.
The lights started shutting off, and that was the cue. You had to leave. You had to pull back and forcibly look him in the eye.
You pulled away still with your tears barely dried out. But he wouldn’t let you hide it from him. He took your face, ran his thumbs over your cheeks.
And you let yourself get lost, not allowing whatever resistance that existed that could stop you from pulling away. But that had proven far too useless when Dick backed off and took his hands off from holding you so tenderly.
“A car is waiting for me outside,” you said. “I have to go.”
“Of course.”
You took your purse, stopped yourself from getting lost again in that deep ocean blue, and tried so hard to keep your head down. You hurried when the lights continued to turn off.
You tried to. You tried hurrying out the foyer so quickly so nothing, not even those voices so eerily forceful could pull you to turn back. Because at that point, you were just a measely string away from breaking and falling right back into a place you hadn’t known. And when you heard him running to you, and his voice call out like he was screaming from the top of a cliff, it was all over for you.
“Y/N…”
You turned back.
Dick’s whole body was trembling, but he looked at you like it’d hurt just as much to see you this way than it was to not have you in his sight at all, no matter how much you resisted. You couldn’t pull away. Not from him.
“I know you usually go to Tim when you need something,” he said. “But…”
You wanted, so desperately, to fall back into his hold and never back away.
“If you need anything at all. Anything. I’m here for you…”
And you let that want take over. Without much thought on anything else.
You ran, crashed into him like a bright blue flame so newly ignited, and held so tightly onto his strong neck you heard him gasp. And you wouldn’t have noticed, with your eyes held shut, that the lights had completely dimmed out when Dick finally hugged you back.
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The better brother
Parings: Jason Todd x Reader. Dick Grayson x Reader
Summary: Jason loses his best friend to his brother in the worst way possible.
warnings: love triangle, indirect cheating, angst.
Jason watched the droplets of rain hit his car window as he patiently waited for his friend to enter the car. The music softly played from the car radio while Jason moved his body in an attempt to get comfortable knowing that with the rain falling down Y/n wasn’t leaving her apartment anytime soon. He let out a sigh looking down at his phone laying on his lap. He reread the message Y/n had previously sent that read the address they were going to. He had it memorized by now but part of him wanted to act like he didn’t know where he was going and “accidentally” drive to the wrong place.
He knew that these last few moments that he will have with Y/n without feeling the constant guilt. Jason didn’t know why he agreed to drive her in the first place. But who was he kidding Y/n can ask Jason to jump out of a building and he would do it with no hesitation. But this was different, Jason knew what he was doing and what was going to happen when he drove Y/n to their destination.
He gripped on the steering wheel in an attempt to calm his nerves and with that a hyper Y/n came running towards the car, opening the door with a big smile on her face. She closed the car door, placing her things down quickly, turning to Jason and giving him a warm hug even though she was soaking wet.
“You are going to freeze yourself to death, Y/n! You didn’t have an umbrella on you?” Jason asked worried she was going to catch a cold or something. Momentarily forgetting the actual situation at hand.
“Well it’s nice to see you too, Jason. I’m doing fine” Y/n responded sarcastically while rolling her eyes. Jason laughed softly imitating her actions.
Y/n lays on her lap a nicely decorated box. Jason slowly looks down, spotting the box on her lap, his smile instantly dropping. He reached with his left hand towards the backseat of the car and handed her his jacket that was laying in the backseat. He directs his body again towards the front of the car while Y/n puts the jacket on.
Y/n felt her nostrils fill up with Jason’s cologne, his scent instantly hypnotizing her making her forget for an instant what was she doing here in the first place. Jason smiled softly while turning the car on noticing how big the jacket was on her. He started the engine proceeding to start their trip, not even bothering to type in the address. Y/n knew he didn’t need the address to take her to their destination but she sent it to him just to make sure.
To Jason, Y/n sending the address was a confirmation that there was no chance of them being happy, together. At least in Y/n eyes. Because she didn’t know all the things Jason knew, all the secrets, lies, that were unknown by Y/n.
But even if Jason Todd knew, here he was driving the love of his life to the arms of another man.
Y/n could feel the tension all over the air so she leaned towards the radio turning the music up a little trying to avoid the awkward silence surrounding them, something knew in their relationship.
Every minute Jason caught himself seeing familiar billboards or places, he could feel his heart drop. They were getting close, close to her revealing the truth.
“Are you sure you want to do this? I can turn around if you want. I really don’t mind” Jason finally spoke, breaking the silence. He quickly turned the music off. His voice when he spoke was determined, determined to not watch her get her heartbreak.
“I’m positive Jason! I know what I’m doing. You’re always telling me ‘Y/n you should take risks in life. You should be more open.’ Well this is me taking a risk for once.” Y/n responded while looking outside the window noticing the place almost at their destination.
“ I’m just worried about you Y/n. I don’t want this to end bad” He stopped the car finally arriving at the house.
“Everything is going to be completely fine Jason. You have to be happy that your best friend is finally finding love” She responded, laying her hand on his lap trying to reassure him.
“I am..I just wish” Jason tried to say but his words couldn’t come out.
“You wish what, Jason?” Y/n asked, encouraging him to continue while connecting their gaze.
“I just wish you would finally find love with me instead of Dick. That’s what I wish God damn it” Jason responded desperately while running a hand through his hair and avoiding her gaze.
“Jason, please don’t do this. Not right now” Y/n while looking at her lap.
“I need to say it before you go to the love of your life. I just needed to let it out” Jason responded, tears threatening to spill.
“And right now was the best time?” Y/n asked sarcastically.
“Y/n! I know him. He’s my brother for fucks sakes. I’m trying to protect you, he is going to break your heart. Trust me” He responded desperately
“Jason, I’ve known Dick all my life. He wouldn’t do that to me” Y/n responded her voice filled with anger.
“Why would I lie to you, Y/n? I know you, I care about you” Jason said with the same tone.
“ Maybe because you're obsessed with me, I supposed” Y/n respond finally exploding.
“That’s not fucking it. But go ahead fuck your life, see how much I care”
“Oh, I will! I’ll fucking will”
“Just go! Your prince charming is waiting” He responded, still not looking at her. Y/n got up and started picking her stuff. She opened the door and slammed it shut. Jason watched as she hesitantly walked towards his door. He saw and she nervously knocked on the door.
After a few minutes, Dick finally opened. Even from here Jason could see how nervous she actually was. By the way her head was moving; he knew she was telling Dick what she wanted to hear from him. Today was the day Y/n L/n told Dick Grayson how she truly felt about him. When she finished Dick quickly hugged her but that wasn’t Jason's main focus. He felt himself following the movement in the back window of Dick house noticing a female jumping out of the window.
oh, Y/n L/n, you’re in for a big treat.
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The Red Container
summary: Jason chickens out last minute to Y/n’s Christmas party so she decides to make it up for him.
pairing: Jason Todd x Fem! Vigilante reader
a/n: Merry Christmas!!! I hope you guys had and amazing Christmas here’s my gift to you guys. The last part will be on new years eve!! I’ll try uploading some stories for new years unrealated to this one!
christmas masterlist
part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4.
Jason anxiously rubbed his palms against his pants attempting to calm the nerves overtaking his body. He slowly reached his hands to the front door slowly hovering his hand but before he could even knock one the door quickly opened.
“Hey I.. What are you doing here” The person in front of him exclaimed, closing the door behind him and pulling Jason away from the front door.
“I could ask you the same thing! What the hell are you doing here Dick?” Jason exclaimed angrily, glaring at his brother.
“ It’s my best friend's Christmas Party, that’s why I am here! Now why the hell are you here” Dick responded, pushing his shoulder softly.
“Well, a friend of mine invited me to the party. That’s why I’m here” He mumbled while holding up the invitation he had received.
“ A friend? We don’t have mutual “friends” Jason. Wait, since when do you have friends?” Dick Annoyingly asked while glaring at his younger brother, not even giving the invitation a second look.
“ She’s more of a coworker” He mumbled hiding in his back pocket the gift he intended to give her for christmas.
“A coworker? As in a Red Hood coworker?” Dick responded in a sarcastic tone leaning against the side wall of the house.
“ Yes, asshole. A Red Hood coworker. She had been on my ass inviting me to go to her holiday parties for a few months now. Decided to drop by. I should get going” he mumbled, straightening himself and walking towards where he originally came through. He could hear Dick mumble a soft good under his breath.
When Jason was far enough he could see a shorter silhouette stand next to Dick outside. She excitedly waved her cup in the air and leaned against Dick.
“Who was outside?” She asked quite loudly in an attempt to valence out the music that was coming out through the open front door.
“No one. I just needed some fresh air ``he said, smiling softly at her. Jason slowly gripped on his hands watching the scene unfold. Not wanting to keep the fiasco going he went on his way. Failing to hear Y/n’s last words.
“I’m waiting for a friend of mine so if you see him, tell me. Please”
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Jason looked at the view in front of him taking in the beautiful cold night. He regretted not entering the party. Dick always got on his nerves but today, he wanted to kill Dick. Part of him knew she was going to be mad. He had promised her he was going to the Christmas party. He had to be there. s/h/n was the only person that actually had genuine interest in his life. She wanted to be included and genuinely cared for him.
“Hey, turn that frown upside down. Santa doesn’t want frowns today” That beautiful voice took over his ear making him completely warm.
“Well, I wasn’t on Santa’s nice list so I don’t think he would mind if I frown” He said, chuckling softly.
“I think Santa reconsider because he left a little something on my tree for you” Y/n said sitting next to him, their knees rubbing softly. Y/n and Jason felt their faces heating up, but neither of them had the nerve to move their legs.
“You didn’t have to get me anything, s/h/n” He responded, breaking the silence staring at masked covered face.
“ I didn’t get you anything, Santa did, now here” She smiled softly, handing him a red gift bag and their usual red container.
“Before I opened this, Santa also brought something to my house, the only gift under my small one dollar tree was for Santa’s number one person on his list. Here” Jason softly handed her a s/c small box.
“You didn’t have..” She started covering her mouth with her hand.
“I didn’t, Santa did,” Jason said playfully, hitting her side. Y/n chuckled softly, throwing her head back while shaking it.
“On the count of three we opened the gifts then”
“One”
“Two”
“Three”
“You fucking didn’t” both of them exclaimed at the same time looking at each other holding their gifts up.
“How did you even know I wanted this?” Y/n exclaimed, holding the beautiful pearl necklace in her hands.
“You were ranting about wanting that necklace one night that we passed by the store while patrolling,” Jason said, trying not to give him importance.
“That was like five months ago” She exclaimed, shocked while looking down at the necklace.
“I was quite dedicated to getting that gift for you,” he said, chuckling softly.
“And you said we weren’t partners” She responded his shoulder softly
“I have to keep you around! You grew on me” Jason said, laughing softly.
“I’m the best. I know, now what did you think of your gift?” Y/n asked, getting closer.
“I love it! How did you know I read? More specifically, how do you know I read romance novels?” He said holding up the four books she had gotten him.
“I saw you eyeing those books while we were patrolling a few months ago”
“I guess we have the same tactics”
“I guess we do”
They stayed in silence looking at the gifts. Jason slowly looked at the box, noticing a small letter. He slowly read it and Y/n nervously rambled.
“ I know parties aren’t your things but I really want you to come. So the last party of the year is going to be a masquerade ball. I'd appreciate it if you took the time to go.”
“I try to go” he said softly, Y/n quickly hugged his frame not wanting to let him go.
“Thank you” she said softly against his chest.
“No need to thank me! Merry Christmas, s/h/n” He said leaning into her softly.
“Call me Y/n”
“Well, you can call me Jay”
“Merry Christmas Jay”
“Merry Christmas Y/n”
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The Red Container
summary: Jason wants to return the favor his “friendenemy” gave him on thanksgiving.
pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Vigilante reader
a/n: Merry Christmas! Since I’m in a joyful mood this year I decided to do a little Christmas series. I will try to upload them everyday. So if you have a request don’t be shy. December 1st and I'm starting with this banger.
previous imagine.
christmas masterlist.
part 1
Y/n dangle her legs on one of Gotham's buildings, the night had been very slow and quite honestly, as much as she liked Gotham being crime free, Y/n couldn’t stand the quietness that surrounded the night. It drove her insane. But that’s when she felt it, a tall presence behind her. Y/n slowly turned around to notice the familiar red helmet making her smile behind the mask.
“I haven’t seen you since thanksgiving, I was starting to think I poisoned you with the turkey” Y/n responded in a goofy tone while Red Hood sat next to her on the edge.
It was weird, the fact that he had willingly come to her. Normally it was the other way around, she would try to find him all over Gotham and when she succeeded she wouldn’t leave him alone. But now the air felt different like a tension that wasn’t previously there. She felt her heart skip a beat when she noticed how close he was sitting next to her. Was she dreaming or did he really look for her?
“Ten” were the only words that came out of him. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows in confusion while looking towards him.
“What do you mean by ten?” She asked, her voice filled with utter confusion.
“ You told me you expected a review on the food. The food was a ten” He said while handing her the container back.
She could feel herself turn the same shade as the container while she felt her heart stop for a moment. Was he actually caring about her or is she just overthinking things? She looks at the container in her hands feeling it weighs a little.
“What 's in here? Please don’t tell me it’s a bomb” She said jokingly while slowly opening the lid.
“Do you think that low of me? I decided I should return the favor, that's all.” He in the same tone made her stay quiet, stopping her movements on moving the lid.
“Is the Red Hood joking with his partner? I thought you said that wasn’t professional” She grin a hint of playfulness in her voice.
“You ruined the moment” He muttered while slowly turning away to look at the buildings in front of him, something Y/n was used to.
Y/n slowly pulled her mask up stopping at the end of her nose, Jason quickly turned to look at her taken aback from her actions. It was the first time she had seen Y/n face, or at least half of it. They’ve known each other ever since the “coming back to life” situation but he never saw what was underneath the mask. He slowly took the features he could see trying to notice if he had seen her before but nothing run a bell.
“What are you doing?” Jason asked nervously, something new for Y/n’s ears.
“I’m going to eat. I’m starving, ``she said, smiling softly. Jason could’ve sworn he had see that smile before. He could feel his heart beat go insane. Why was he feeling like this? He was supposed to be annoyed by her, not blushing. He saw as she slowly opened the container looking down at the beautifully decorated cupcakes inside. She slowly took a bit and turned to look at Jason.
“What? What 's wrong? Does it taste bad?” Jason asked quickly, regretting bringing the cupcakes in the first place.
“You made these?” She asked surprised but Jason couldn’t really distinguish her tone.
“Yeah. I know it”s more sweet and I know you made me food but my strong forte is baking so I decided to make you these cupcakes. It’s okay if you don’t like them”
“No no, I love them. My mom used to make these recipes all the time. They taste amazing” She said while laying her hand on his thigh unconsciously.
“Well, I appreciate it. I don’t bake a lot for a lot of people so it means a lot, really.”
“You know. I wasn’t joking when I invited you to the christmas party I’m hosting. I would love to see you there. It’s nothing big but I promise yo…” She said quickly but her words got cut off.
“I’ll go” He responded, making her stare at him with a shocked look on her face.
“Really?” She exclaimed excitedly.
“Yeah, if there’s going to be food like the one you gave me last time I gladly go” He responded jokingly.
“Only if you bring more of these amazing cupcakes”
“It’s a deal”
Maybe she wasn’t that bad after all, let’s just hope Christmas brings good things this year.
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Villainous love | part 2
summary: You’ve been going insane trying to find out who nightwing is, Dick tries to calm you down.
pairing: Dick Grayson x Villain!Reader
authors note: this will be a series!! request are open
part one
Y/n gripped on the mug with her shaking hands, the hot coffee treating to spill. The lack of sleep and the numbness of her body made her feel like she wasn’t even in the room, it felt more like a constant dream. She would bet that if she spilled the coffee she wouldn’t feel a thing. With the other hand she attempted to write the information she thought was important. Y/n thought she was excelling but in reality the only thing written on the sheets of paper were just random scribbles on paper barely even readable. Even for her it was almost impossible to read or understand the words of the articles correctly, only managing to discover words here and there.
She knew she was going insane, but she couldn’t give up now, not after barging out of v/l/n place like a complete idiot, she was going to prove her wrong. She gripped harder on the mug, anger filling her heart while her eyes glared at the computer, never daring to leave the screen in front of her. She could imagine v/l/n with her cocky look on her face with a taunting hand extended for her papers. She was going to make her regret every time she treated her as a sidekick. Determined to finish she felt herself blinking less and less as every minute passed. She bounced her left leg while scanning the picture in front of her.
“Who the hell are you?” She muttered while slowly caressing the outlines of Nightwings picture on the screen with her fingertips. She scanned slowly the information plastered while taking sips of her sixth coffee of the night.
She’s known Nightwing ever since she started doing ``big” crimes and never did it cross her mind about who could possibly be the nightwing. Yes, at some point she wanted to know who he was, who didn’t? Even though the man was hiding behind a mask she could tell he was attractive. At some point she even felt a crush heating up but she quickly pushed it away.
It’s been a week since she went on “vacation” which in other words ment it had been a week since she started working on a plan killing Batman alone without v/l/n’s quote on quote help. It’s been a week since she last saw Nightwing and since she started working from home. Was she being successful? no. Did she have at least one bit of information to support who the four vigilantes were? no. Was she slowly going insane? correct.
Not one piece of information could be useful to sustain their identities. The only thing she had found throughout the internet was people gushing over the group and mentioning how attractive each vigilante was. There was also a video compilation of Nightwing falling flat on his face which she made a mental note to bring up later. But besides that she was far away from finding out the actual truth. She was closer to the idea of v/l/n taunting voice and laughs.
“Babe? Don’t tell me you're still working” She heard a voice behind her.
She turned around her chair slowly while looking towards her boyfriend laying on their shared bed. His hair was messily scattered on his head. He was leaning his body weight against his right arm in an attempt to sit as straight as possible without actually leaving the warmth of their bed. His bare torso was barely covered with the silky blankets. His eyes were barely opened but he knew he didn’t have to see to know his girlfriend was still glued to the computer doing her work.
“I’m about to finish in a few minutes. Go to sleep, I’ll join you later” she muttered, turning around and quickly looking through a folder filled with police reports a fellow undercovered friend sent her.
“You said that an hour ago. I think you should go back to bed” he responded, his hoarse voice running through the room. When she didn’t respond, he slowly walked out of bed and headed towards her. Which didn’t go unnoticed by her making Y/n quickly switch the tabs on her computer. He rested his chin on her shoulder and looked at the screen in front of them.
“You know, I love that my girlfriend is a hard worker but don’t you think someone else should, you know, help you out?”
“No, I don’t. I can and will do this by myself” She exclaimed but all that went to a halt when she felt him kissing her neck softly making her breath hitch.
“What were you saying again?” He asked against her skin.
“Dick, come on. I really need to finish this work! If I do I could get the recognition that I actually deserve” She responded desperately running her hands against her face.
“Wait…” Dick turns the chair making her face him. He moved her hands slowly and looked her straight in the eyes. “You are an amazing worker, one of the best I know. If your boss isn’t capable of seeing that it’s their loss. You know how many people would love to have you working for them? Hell, even Bruce wants you to work for him! Every employer would be glad to have such a strong, intelligent and powerful worker as yourself. I truly believe that your talents are not at the fullest capacity at your work. Why work at a cafe if they treat you so badly”
Y/n knew she was in the wrong for lying to Dick. She also knew that Dick was really smart so it was really hard for her to believe that Dick still thinks after years of dating that she works in a coffee shop. But in her defense, Dick was a detective that worked for GCPD. How would she tell him that her actual job was stealing and whatnot all around gotham. Whie Dick worked nights shift, she would also work “night shifts' ' which technically wasn’t a lie. From Dicks knowledge, Y/n had been working in that coffee shop ever since she was thirteen to help her family out. But in reality the coffee shop was her cover up all these years so people wouldn’t suspect her wrong doings, including Dick and his family. Yes, she did work there sometimes and when she said sometimes, it was only the times where she was aware that Dick or someone related to him was going to visit her, perks of being friends with the owner.
She was technically lying to Dick, but her feelings about her job weren’t unknown to Dick. The only difference was that he didn’t actually know her real boss that made her life a living hell. He knew about her always looking down on Y/n and how she didn’t appreciate her hard work
So, right now Dick thought that his girlfriend was working on a work proposal to help and improve the coffee shop and she intended to keep it that way as long as she could. She had been doing it for years now, so it was a piece of cake.
“I just need to work on a few details, really Dick. I swear when I’m done I’m going straight to bed” she said, yawning at the end of her words.
“Okay! That 's it.” Dick got up and shut the computer while taking herr body while laying his girlfriend on the soft bed.
“You don’t take no for an answer, do you?” she muttered while softly glaring at him.
“I’m quite persuasive” Dick responded while leaning into her and leaving a soft, loving kiss. Y/n responded holding his chin softly not wanting to break from the kiss just yet.
It was rare for them to be together and have these moments. While Dick was solving crimes, Y/n was doing crimes which made it very hard for them to have moments alone like this. She didn’t mind this at all. She wanted this, he wanted this, their relationship needed this.
“We should go to bed, continue this in the morning, when you get the rest you deserve. Don’t want to tire you out” Dick said on top of her lips between kisses in which Y/n responded by separating from the kiss with a laugh and pushing Dick softly off her. Dick followed her actions and smiled softly.
“I love you” Dick said as Y/n pressed her back on his chest and instantly Dick wrapped his arms around her waist, their bodies being connected like magnets.
“I love you too Dick” She smiled softly while playing with his hand, her eyes dropping softly.
“I really meant it, without you I don’t wouldn’t know how to describe how miserable I would be right now.”
Y/n L/n met Dick Grayson for the first time when he was ten years old. He had stumbled into a small shake shop in Gotham. When Y/n saw him, it didn’t take her a minute to recognize, Dick as Bruce Wayne’s adopted son. Which meant the kid was loaded. Even though she was young she needed a way to get money and they wouldn’t give a job to a ten year old, as bad as this place was. So that’s how she felt herself analyzing Dick’s body Language. She approached Dick slowly attempting to pickpocket his back wallet but she felt herself freese when the small boy smiled softly at her.
That smile had a power on her she couldn’t describe. It was mesmerizing and powerful, she felt herself smiling back even slipping a small wave at him. She felt herself getting nervous so she quickly sat in the booth she previously was sitting at and read her book quietly. A few moments later she felt a presence in front of her and that when she saw Dick Grayson hold two shakes in his hand.
“The guy in the register said you like (f/s/f) so I got you one. Hope you don’t mind” He said softly. Y/n nodded his head signaling him to sit down.
“Thank you! Uh?” Y/n smiled softly waiting for his name while taking the drink in her hands.
“Dick”
“Excuse me?” She responded almost choking on her name.
“You can call me Dick” He said, his cheek turning into a rosy shade.
“Well you can call me Y/n”
“ Hey Dick I wanted to tel…” her voice got cut off when she heard small snores leaving his lips. Y/n softly caressed his hair while she started thinking. How would her life have been if she didn’t meet Dick? If she decided to choose the “right” path. She was going to tell him, she felt bad. But maybe now wasn’t the best time.
She promised herself that after she finished this, all of it and proved v/l/n wrong showing everyone she was a true villain, she was done. She was going to be honest with Dick, she was going to heal their relationship. All she needed was to know who Nightwing was and everything would be okay.
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Batboys with a Chubby!S/O
So I wanted to write this because I'm really chubby, not like the cute chubby, like the legit really chubby...sooo this is for people like me who wants some love, like me~
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Dick:
Has been with a lot of women. From supermodels to your average pretty.
And let me say this, he's so tired of dating the prettiest faces with the ugliest souls.
What draw him to you is definitely your personality. It's new to him. And that excites him.
Really couldn't careless of your looks or you body shape.
Dick didn't fell in love with you because of your looks and shape, it's your uniqueness that drew him onto you.
Be proud of that.
Makes sure that you are showered daily with love and kisses.
Burns anyone that dares to even bully you.
Want to exercise? Gladly joins you.
Diet? Buys anything healthy and tries to learn to cook anything healthy. That's very big considering Dick in cooking.
Loves hugging you. Anytime. Anywhere.
His cutest fluff ball.
Whenever you feel insecure, tell him. He'll remind you just how perfect and beautiful you are to him later that night.
Jason:
Jason doesn't give a fuck tbh.
He has been through a lot. Like death, for example.
So, I for sure can say that Jason isn't the type to base his s/o by their looks.
More into the personality than looks. Sure, it's nice to have some sexy bods but so what if they don't even care about him?
He needs more of a pillar to support and ground him. Help this poor baby. He's been through lots of hardships.
Finds you very attractive, you can even turn him on. Just letting you know.
Help whoever dares to even say something bad about you, because they won't even be able to move any inch of their body afterwards.
He just loves you very much.
Very protective of you.
He considers himself to be not the best boyfriend but he tries his very best, especially when you're feeling insecure about yourself.
Loves burying himself in your boobs/chest or your belly. He couldn't comprehend just how fluffy and soft you are. And he's so happy you're his.
Your fluffiness calms him during his nightmares or his stressful nights during patrol.
Timmy:
Looks is his least worry in this world.
Instead, he needs some nurturing and patient as an s/o.
Someone who can save him from dying on caffeine overdose.....
You both can be insecure together........
Give him much love just as much as he gives so much love to you. This poor baby....
I can say he's one the best among the boys when it comes to your insecurity since he's insecure himself. So understands you.
Just please have your belly as his pillow. It's the most comfortable place for him to sleep. Ever.
Also, run your fingers on his hair. It'll be heaven for him.
He'd be more insecure of you being in a relationship with himthan you being with him. You, one of the most beautiful and kindest person he'd ever seen and met. Please cherish him.
His forehead kisses are the most comforting thing ever. That's what he does to erase your insecurities. It's only reserved for you.
Love him.
Damian:
I had a feeling that Damian will judge you at first. Because his a jerk. And he thinks you're a dumb, lazy fat ass who does nothing at all.
But getting to know you changed that.
His insults decrease as time went on.
Once you're in a relationship now. He couldn't comprehend how you could be so strong and fierce yet so fragile at the same time.
Will absolutely protect you from this hell of a world.
When he loves, he loves unconditionally and probably eternally.
So you're his forever, and he's yours forever.
Not really into PDA, but in private he's the most affectionate person. Ever.
He'd call you "Jamila" ,which means beautiful in arabic, and Beloved.
Feeling insecure? He'd show you a fee of his sketches and paintings of yourseld just so you could see just how beautiful you are. Some drawings are not allowed for you to see. Too shy and embarrassed.
He's a gentleman, so be prepared to be treated like a princess, if not a queen.
Kisses all your insecurities away. Literally.
Make sure to pull him away immediately from anyone who'd dare to insult you. Enough said.
Calm him down with your fluffiest hugs. You can do that even in public. Though, only do that when you really need to calm him down. Otherwise, don't.
Showers you with gifts.
When he's not there, his pets would be there to cheer you up whenever you feel insecure.
You are literally loved.
Never let him go. He's too precious for this world
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Drabble Requests?
I’m working on trying to finish several fics at once so I can post some more!
I frequently run into writer’s block though, and writing drabbles usually helps work me out of it. I might reblog some prompt lists in the next day or two just to give people some options to choose from.
In the meantime, if you’ve got a character you’d like me to write a quick drabble for, send me a request and a prompt of some kind! I’ll try to get them written up in the next week while I work on my other fics.
Characters I’ll currently accept requests for for:
Batfam:
•Bruce Wayne
•Dick Grayson
•Tim Drake
•Jason Todd
Young Justice:
•Conner Kent
•Wally West
•Kaldur’ahm/Aqualad
Other:
•Roy Harper
Please note that I’m a bit more comfortable with writing some characters over others, so this is also to hopefully help me get better at writing some of them. Don’t be shy!!
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