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igotanidea · 11 months

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My eleven : Jason Todd x fem!reader

Request: Can you do a Jason Todd x reader where the reader doesn’t think she has a chance with Jason because “he’s a 10” and the reader has low self esteem.

Warining: all the typical that comes with Jay: swearing, teasing, bickering, slight innuendo in one sentence

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„How the hell did I even get here?!”

“Are you having fun, Y/N?!” Steph yelled to her from the other side of the dancefloor. It was Brown’s birthday party and of course all of her friends and family were invited. Poor, shy, introverted Y/N being no exception to that even though she was trying her hardest to come up with any pathetic excuse that ever existed.

But Stephanie was not known for letting people off easily.

And that is how Y/N got here.

Here being the middle of the crowded club, filled with people, most of whom she did not even know. It was like suffocating, but she just put a thumb up and smiled at Stephanie, cause was else was left to do? She was practically dragged here to have fun and enjoy Friday night, damn it.

And more to that, she was forced to wear a dress.

A dress for God’s sake! Most of the time she felt insecure in pants and simple T-shirt so getting dolled up was just too much. Very much too much.

She had to get out. To find just a little bit of peace and air to breathe, being it in the bathroom or outside or wherever else far from the people.

It took a lot of effort to squeeze between the moving bodies, unnoticed by any of the family members, but Y/N was fast, flexible and extremely sneaky when situation called for so she made it out to the door safely, nearly tripping over her own feet at the very end.

“Damn it!” she hissed exhaling deeply and letting all the frustration out.

“I take it you don’t like it here either?” a deep male voice, seasoned with mockery came from the right side and at first she almost expired, but quickly realized it was just Jason.

Just Jason.

Not that she was having a massive crush on him, for months now.

“Are you trying to give me a heart attack you idiot!?”

“Is it working?” he raised an eyebrow at her puffing on the cigarette.

Oh damn it’s working. My heart is definitely beating faster than it’s supposed to.

“NO!” she scoffed

“Whatever you say, princess“ Jason smirked “but I don’t think you were expecting to see me here”

‘You mean outside or at Steph b-day party?”

“Let’s say both”

“Well, I never took you for a party animal Jace, so….”

“I’ll tell you a secret” he pushed himself off the wall and came closer to Y/N. too close! “I didn’t really come for Brown…..” his gaze focused on her , eyeing her from head to toe and ended flickering between her lips and eyes making the girl choke down. “That;s a really nice outfit, princess….” He muttered and she was suddenly extremely aware of every nerve ending in her body “I guess I’ll see you inside” before she could gasp a single word Jason trampled the butt, smirked at her and disappeared inside.

What the hell just happened?!

Her head was spinning, heart jumping out of her chest, breath becoming uneven

Jason fucking Todd.

Of course he was just making fun of her. There was not a chance he meant what he said as a complement. Not an option that he was interested in her. He was a freaking edgelord, trained at intimidating people and bickering.

So why were her cheeks burning like that? Why was there a smile lingering on her lips, wondering that maybe…. Maybe …..

“Hey you!” this time it was female voice throwing her back to reality

“Me?”

“Yes, you.” a tall girl stepped into the light and Y/N could see her face. The other girl was just beautiful. Her every step showed the confidence and determination. Oh, that one knew what she wanted and how to get it. And y/n had a feeling why she took interest in her. “How do you know the 10”

“the 10?”

“That guy you were talking to. Don’t you know the scale?”

“Oh, no, please” Y/N whined “why do people feel the urge to judge each other like this? This is just …. Humiliating and freaking objectifying!”

“sorry to break it to you, sunshine, but that’s how the world works. People judge each other. How else would they get together? There are some rules to maintain, and social status is the barrier. Simple as it. Your… friend is a total 10. And so am I.”

“Right…..” as if Y/N didn’t know that. Of course she knew that was how it worked. She was actually painfully aware of that. And familiar with the fact that Jace was most definitely a 10. His ripped body was speaking for itself, and the little scars on his face, including that hated J was only adding to the flame. He was perfect image of a bad boy and it’s no news that most of the girls fall for that. To add to that, Jason was also a perfect mix of many different traits. Rough and sarcastic, but deeply caring. Harsh and violent when it came to enemies, but loving and longing for the one that were close to him. He was keeping his walls up and was wary, but once you gained his trust you get to know him on so many different levels. Y/N knew all that. And it was not easy to see herself in comparison. Boring, average, ordinary girl. She didn’t stand a chance.

“Listen, pidgeon. “ the blonde said, running fingers through her hair, fixing them to look sexier “I’m just saving you heartbreak. Stay in your line. Go back home, change into sweatpants and chat with someone online. That’s more of a place for someone like you. Do you understand me?’

“Oh, fuck you.” y/n muttered

“Mhm. Someone definitely will do that tonight….” The girl grinned like a predator and followed Jason inside.

Y/N had enough. No matter how much this would break Steph heart, no matter how much of a cowardly behavior it was, she was going home. But that meant getting back to the club, grabbing her coat and perhaps seeing something her poor heart could not take.

“Oh fuck it!” she hissed to herself again. “just get yourself together, girl. You knew that one day, sooner or later, he was going to get a hot girl. Just get that shit inside your brain and keep smiling for him. If anyone deserve happiness it definitely Jace.”

If only that little pep talk worked. But no matter how much Y/n tried, her emotions were stronger than her brain. And unfortunately she saw exactly what she was fearing so much. The blonde had already approached Jason, smiling at him innocently, fluttering her eyelashes and talking, talking and talking while he was just listening. After a couple minutes of that show, his face expression changed from curiosity through amusement and then to taunting. And then he laughed at her face.

He laughed at the hot girl.

And then he turned around spotting Y/N with tears in her eyes and became concerned in a blink of an eye, ditching the blonde and rushing towards his friend.

“Let’s get the hell out of here” he mumbled grabbing her small hand, enveloping it in his and simply leading her out.

Y/N should not have felt so good having his attention and care. She shouldn’t have let him do all that. She shouldn't have enjoyed his warm hand holding her and sending heat waves all over her. She should have told him to stay and relax and have fun, to forget about her, but she just couldn’t do any of that. She wanted him. She needed him to ease her pain and soothe her and hold her and to be with her and never, never, never let go. Stupid, selfish silly girl.

“Y/N.” Jason grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him the second they were back outside.

“Please, don’t ask me who hurt me. Please, don’t use that words ‘cause I will break under the weight of your care.” She thought “care that is not mine for the taking….”

“Who hurt you?” he asked exactly what she was fearing. And then she truly could not hold it back any longer as her body started shaking and she found herself in his warm, calming, protective embrace, sobbing desperately, unable to form any coherent words, just crying into his chest. “Shhhh. Just tell me. I will make it right, I promise.”

“No….” she sobbed and it made him pull away and look at her.

“What do you mean ‘no’? Y/n/n? What is going on? Whoever made you sad does not deserve to breathe.”

“Jason, please just let go off me. Please, I can’t do this anymore. I can’t let you do this anymore.”

“Do what, love?”

“Stop calling me that” she struggled against him, but he was too strong and kept her close. “Why can’t you see? You’re a 10! I don’t even reach within the scale! You should find yourself the girl in your league! Why can’t you just stick to the rules!”

‘You’re unbelievable.” He chuckled shaking his head “truly unbelievable.”

“Stop making fun out of me! You shouldn’t…. You can’t …..” she hiccupped

“That is really bold of you to start a sentence like this. Telling me what do. But go on, I'm listening carefully.”

“I’m not good enough for you! I’m no one! And you…. you’re you! We’re not supposed to even be seen together! It will ruin your reputation and ….”

“My reputation….” He almost laughed “dammit, love. Are you done?” he locked his hands on her waist and it made her eyes grow wide. Something was terribly wrong here.

“No, I ….”

“Too bad.” He interrupted her, pulling her closer and she immediately put hands on his toned chest to separate their bodies. Grave mistake since feeling all that muscles only made her want him more. Again. “Cause now I will speak and you will listen, baby.”

“Baby?”

“You’re gullible. Self-conscious. Oblivious as fuck. Why? Why can’t you see that I don’t give a damn about should, could, must or mustn’t. I do what I want. Screw the rules, which are fucking stupid by the way. Me being a 10, shit!” now he laughed for real and that wonderful, rare sound made her close her eyes, indulging in this. “Like I care!”

“But you are! For me!’ it just slipped through her mouth without her thinking “shit, did I say that out loud?”

“I’m glad you did.” He leaned forward a bit, testing the waters, and when she did not pull he back just put his lips onto hers, his grip on her tightening, her hands tangling in his hair. She was making out with him. In front of a public premise. Where everyone could see.

“No…” she pulled back upon realizing what was happening “this is wrong….”

“Stop being stubborn” he muttered resuming kissing her, this time harder, more intensely, that sudden craving of her taking over him. He finally had her without all her inhibitions and doubts. He had her in his arms.

“Jace….?” She asked hesitantly when he cut the kiss and leaned his forehead on hers.

“You’re right y/n. You don’t fit the scale. Cause sure as fuck you are my 11.”

“But….”

“Oh, no, baby, forget it. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that to you, but I’m not letting you go away from me now that I have you.”

“Is this real?” she mumbled.

“Let’s see about that.” He smirked and kissed her again. And again. And again. Proving that this was not just a crazy dream of a delusional girl, but deep honest feelings on his part.

He loved her.

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youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms · 5 months

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Love Thorns All Over This Rose

Words: 2577

Warnings: angst, talks of a miscarriage, body image, talks of difficulty staying pregnant, mention of what is technically a still-birth, depression, suicidal thoughts, self-medicating, accidental suicide attempt (this is will make sense if you read it), probably poor writing and OOC characters but whatever

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IF THERE IS A WANT FOR A PART 2, I WILL DO ONE, IF NOT, THEN THIS STAYS AS A ONE-SHOT!

I mention Y/N goes to a church to pray, it is described more as a Christian or Catholic one (I really don't know the difference and I apologize) as she lights a candle before she prays. If you wish to skip that part, it starts with "Y/N hurried up the steps of the Cathedral." and ends with "Y/N nodded silently before turning and walking out.". I do also mention that the reader themselves aren't very religious (but grew up with it so reverted back to old practices to see if it helped)

Alfred is also dead in this (don't ask why he just is) so that's why he isn't here!

The POV here isn't really consistent. It jumps between being with the Batkids, Bruce, and Y/N's. I tried to make it flow though so hopefully that works!

I feel like I should mention:

Bruce and Y/N's ages don't matter (I'm not in the mood to deal with that) but; Dick is 31 (and married to Kori but that's not too important), Jason is 25, Tim is 22, Damian is 15, Cass is 24, and Steph is 23

I also am not too familiar with Duke, so that is why he isn't there much. Mostly just mentioned

Anywho, enjoy

Love Z <3

7:25 AM

The kids watched as Y/N was silent as she put the plate down in front of Bruce's empty seat. They all noted how fake her smile looked as she looked up at them. "Alright, I will see you kids later!"

They all watched as she walked out of the dining room and once they knew she was out of earshot, they started talking.

"Did she eat anything?"

It was Jason, he had been the last down (well...outside of Tim) so he only saw her putting the plates down and ushering them to eat.

Dick shook his head, he had seen her the entire time she made breakfast. Fully clothed, which was unusual as she usually just made breakfast in her pajamas with her hair occasionally brushed. But not today. Today her hair was done, makeup was on, she was dressed as if she was working.

But everyone in that house knew she was still off after what happened, even though it had been 3 months since the incident.

Damian flicked at his food, "Ummi was supposed to take me to school today."

Dick smiled at Damian, "I can, Dami. Mom is just...preoccupied."

Damian hmphed and continued to play with his food. Dick was concerned for his younger brother. He knew that while he himself was close with the woman he had allowed to become his mother, Damian was so much more as she was really the only person who never got mad at him or made fun of him when he didn't understand something.

Jason abruptly stood, "Since mom isn't here, I'm just gonna go."

Dick raised a brow, "Really Jason? You're just gonna leave after--"

"Hey, we've been over this before Dick. I come because mom asks me to." He shrugged as he put his jacket on, "Plus, I'm going to follow her."

Stephanie snorted, "She'll kill you when she catches you."

"If she catches me. If."

Steph hummed, "My bets are on she will. Y/N is always on the lookout, especially after..." She faded and looked down, regret piling up inside her as she thought of what she was about to say.

"Either way, tell us what you find Jason."

He nodded to Dick's request before heading out the side door in the kitchen. Dick tapped his hand on the table for a minute before speaking; "I'm gonna go check on dad, Damian go get everything ready and I'll meet you at the entryway, alright?"

The eldest stood, placing a gentle hand on the youngest shoulder before heading to the stairs. Dick was concerned. He had never seen his mother so...shut off. Pretending like everything was alright even though everyone who saw her could tell that she was so close to jumping off of a bridge.

The closest that he had seen her to this was back when Jason died and she broke up with Bruce. But even then, she didn't avoid things that she had already planned. Even then, she stayed committed to things.

Plus, Dick knew she had no plans today. Well...no plans except for the fact that beforehand this would have been her due date. And he knew that that was most likely what had off-set her so badly.

Dick didn't even knock before opening the door to Bruce's study. He was even speaking before his father even looked up from his computer. "Have you talked to mom?"

Bruce raised a brow, "What?"

"Mom." Dick crossed his arms, "When was the last time you and her had a real conversation?"

Bruce shrugged, "I'm not sure." He looked at Dick oddly, "What are you going on about?"

Dick let out a hard sigh, "You two are married, it is your job to take care of her. Goddammit Bruce!" He threw his hands up in anger, "You know what? Nevermind, I'm not...I'm not even going to try."

He angrily turned and walked out of the room. He didn't even understand why he even thought that talking to Bruce would help. He just walked down the stairs and remembered his promise to get Damian to school. Trying to hide the anxiety he had that he didn't know what exactly his mom was doing.

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9:09 AM

Jason watched Y/N walk out of the convenience store all the way in Blüdhaven. From where he was, he couldn't see what she had bought, but the moment he saw her go into the store, he had messaged Tim to watch her bank account. To watch what she was purchasing. Something felt...off as he watched her.

Jason knew that after the...accident, Y/N had been hard to reach. To talk to. He knew that she and Bruce hadn't been sleeping in the same bed since that argument he had accidently heard them having around 3 weeks after everything happened. So 4 weeks ago.

Granted...from what he had heard, it wasn't even a fight that they had had. Mostly just words being thrown at the other. Words that Jason never thought that he would hear either one say to the other. Words that he never told any of his siblings that he heard. All out of fear that one of them would panic. And while sure, he had a disdain for Tim and Damian, that didn't mean he would ever let either of them know what he had heard.

Jason wasn't sure how long he had been watching her just sit in the car before Tim finally texted him a list of what Y/N had bought in the past week. And considering Jason had seen her previous bank records for a week, it was a sure red mark with how short it was.

Tim

In the past week she's gotten a lot of sleeping pills. That's basically all that she has gotten. That plus energy and pain pills. Duke is thinking she's self-medicating again

Jason sighed as he pocketed his phone when he saw his mom driving out of the parking lot. He kept a safe distance behind her as he followed her on her drive back to Gotham.

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12:15 PM

Y/N hurried up the steps of the Cathedral. Trying not to make a misstep and fall as well as trying not to draw attention to herself. She closed the umbrella over her head as she walked in. Placing it in the small holder, she brushed the front of her outfit as her heels clicked on the ground when she walked down the long hall.

Last time she was there was for her mothers funeral last year. Last time she had walked up and grabbed the larger candle to dip down and light the smaller one. Her heart pounded in her chest as she kneeled, words swimming through her head and mumbling off her lips.

She herself was never very religious, but having grown up that way, she wondered if praying like she did as a child would work. Praying that things would get better and that she would get better.

She shakily did the cross on her before standing and wiping the tears that had silently fallen away from her cheeks. She turned and started to make her way out of the church when she heard a voice call out her name:

"Mrs. Wayne! We were not expecting you here today, is everything alright?"

Y/N slowly turned to face one of the Nuns, a small, fake, smile on her face. "Oh yes, everything is alright Sister. Just came here to pray for a moment. I haven't in such a long time."

The nun nodded, "Very well, I hope the Good Lord hears your prayer and makes it happen."

Y/N nodded silently before turning and walking out. She grabbed her umbrella before opening the door and walking out. She practically ran back to her car, wanting to get in before anyone saw her out.

But Cass and Steph did. They watched her speed back to her car as they sat in the cafe across the way. Stephanie shook her head, "She never goes there. Especially not since her mothers deaths."

Cass nodded as Steph continued; "Something is seriously going on with Y/N. Maybe something else has happened that we don't know."

"She's been deteriorating for the past 4 weeks."

Steph raised a bow and inquired, "4 weeks?" Cass nodded, "Huh...weird, that's around a week after she came home from the hospital." She grabbed her phone and started typing in the groupchat that only held the kids (Damian not included):

Steph

when did Bruce disappear for a few days after Y/N came home?"

It didn't take long for Tim to respond

logs say he left 35 hours after she got home and came back 83 hours later why?

Cass

She's been slowly getting worse sense then

Jason

I overheard them arguing around 3 weeks after everything happened and I know they haven't been sleeping in the same room since then. And I'm not sure how important this is; but Tim checked her bank account and she bought different pills so me, him, and Duke think she's medicating again. Or that she's going to start again.

Cass and Steph looked at each other, concern and worry was on their faces as they read Jason's last message. Something started unnerving them as they thought of the things she could possibly do if she was going to start medicating again.

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3:25 PM

Y/N looked at her body in the mirror. Her hands came to lay on her stomach. Just like she did before. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she stared at her flatter stomach. She breathed shakily as her hands fell down to her sides.

Why?

Was all she ever asked.

Why me? Why did this happen to me?

She was so confused. She had always been good. Done everything to be a good person. But yet she still had that happen to her. Was she just not meant to be a mother?

Of course...she was one. She was a mother to 4 amazing boys and 1 beautiful girl. But still...it was different. Yes, those 5 children were hers, but that one. That singular one that she had carried for nearly 7 months had meant so much to her. Especially after being told time and time again it wouldn't happen.

It wasn't even the first time it had happened. She had had miscarriages before...but that wasn't what it was this time. The kidnapping. Bruce and the kids had found her after 2 days. The emergency c-section to save the baby.

But she knew. Of course she knew. She knew it had died.

Her baby girl. She had died before she even got the chance to live.

Y/N shakily breathed as she grabbed one of the bottles from the counter. She had thought it was the pain medication. But it hadn't been.

Sleeping meds.

Ever since it happened she had hardly been able to sleep. Nightmares of what happened still plagued her mind. Bruce yelling at her still echoed in her brain. Those...twisted words he said echoed inside of her.

She had popped a few in her mouth before dry-swallowing them and getting into the bath she had started earlier. The hot water felt like it was searing her skin, but she didn't care. She wondered if maybe she did this enough, whoever was above would forgive her of her sins and let her keep a pregnancy.

She wasn't sure how long she had stayed in the water before it became difficult to keep her head above water. Her body just felt so heavy. She wondered what pain meds she had grabbed at the store. She couldn’t remember them making her feel this way before. After a few moments of struggling to keep her head up, she felt her body sink down and under the water. But even as she felt water rush into her nose and fill her lungs, she couldn't bring herself to move and get out.

She just accepted her fate.

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3:30 PM

Bruce sat in his office, a bad feeling settling in his stomach. Something was telling him to check on Y/N. See if she was alright. He knew she had returned around 20 minutes ago, the security cameras had caught her walking in.

He carefully stood from his desk and walked out of his office. He walked down the oddly quiet halls of the manor. A small feeling of pain and guilt started to eat at him as he got closer to the guest room she had been staying in. He knew she was struggling. He knew that she needed him today. But he just...couldn't.

He was selfish. He knew this.

He knew he was so goddamn selfish. Caring about his own feelings rather than helping his wife. She had been the one to physically go through everything. She had been the one to bear that trauma.

He had been so incredibly selfish since she had come home from the hospital. He had even begun to wonder why she even stayed in the manor.

But as he opened the door to the guest room, unrest settled inside him as he saw she wasn't there but the bathroom door was open. It was silent. He had known his wife long enough to know she never was silent in the bathroom. She almost always had music playing.

He pushed the bedroom door further open as he walked further in. Anxiety started to reach a breaking point as he walked into the bathroom.

And time felt like it moved in slow-motion as he saw her state. Her knees bent out of the water, her head under. He saw the three bottles of pills on the counter. He saw the open one read sleep on them. He ran over to the tub, grabbing under her arms and pulling her out.

He bent down, trying to listen for a heartbeat. He felt like his own heart stopped as he heard nothing. Not even a faint thump of one. He quickly moved to her side and started CPR.

Everything still felt like it was moving slower than it was as he pushed down on her sternum. Tears gathered in his eyes as he repeatedly slammed down onto her. As he breathed into her mouth. He didn't stop. He couldn't stop.

It felt like an eternity had passed by the time he finally had gotten the CPR to work. She began to cough profusely, water spluttering everywhere. He sobbed as he heard her shallow breaths break through the air.

He heard the noise of Dick's voice breaking. "Mom?"

He looked at him, seeing both him and Damian staring at the scene in front of them. Staring as their father held their mother in his arms. As tears fell from his eyes, he pleaded for them to call 911.

It was with shaky hands that Dick did it. His words sounded choked back, he kept stuttering. Trying to say what he was supposed to but his mind was running at a million miles and and half a mile a second at the same time. Everything felt fuzzy and he had no idea what he was supposed to do. All that he knew was that he walked in on his dad doing CPR on his mom.

That was all he knew.

That was all Dick knew.

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justgowithitplease · 2 months

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jason todd with the valentines day special pleasee

YOU'RE SO GOOD TO ME

It was Valentine's Day, yet Jason still had patrol. God you hated it. You couldn't have one night home with your boyfriend without it being disrupted or cancelled. Not even on the holiday of love. Fuck, even Bruce and Selina had taken the night off.

You were in yours and Jason's apartment, laying on your bed in the dark. The only light in the room was from your phone, which was filled with images from your friends Instagrams of their boyfriends and fiancé(e)s and husbands.

They were having an amazing night with fancy restaurants while you were worrying if your lover would make it back home or not.

You let your phone flop out of your hand and onto the bed as you reach to his side of the bed. Your fingers dig into his pillow as you drag it over to you. You hug it tightly, taking in a big breath to inhale the scent of rain and motorcycle grease. An odd yet comforting smell.

You slowly start to drift off to sleep, the warmth of the blankets and the darkness of the room pulling you into it's depths. Your breathing slows down as your eyelashes flutter, you finally sleeping.

An hour or so later, you're woken up by the familiar sound of military boots and kevlar hitting the ground. The door opens a few seconds later, revealing an exhausted looking Jason.

He's in black cargo pants made with kevlar woven in, and a long sleeved black shirt. His dark brown hair is ruffled and messy. The white stripe in the front of his hair is on the right side of his face instead of the left where it usually is.

"Jaybird?" You mutter sleepily, looking over at him as you rub sleep from your eyes

"...hi love..." he whispers softly "I gotta cut on my side. D'yah mind patchin' me up?"

You nod, getting up. You stand up and trudge over to the bathroom, flicking on the lights. Both yours and Jason's eyes squint from the sudden intrusion on your corneas.

Jason leans against the sink counter, you rummaging through the drawers. You pull out some hydrogen peroxide, gauze, and pre wrap you bought for things like this.

You turn on the sink and wet a square of gauze. You press it to the gash on the side of his ribs, getting rid of the dried blood crusting the shirt to his body. He helps lift his shirt up, keeping it off the wound as you clean it.

He's done this enough times, been beaten and cut so much the sting of the cleaner doesn't hurt. And he's not really one who's sappy, so he's never tell you this, but it hurts a little less when you're cleaning his wounds.

You put the gauze over his wound, wrapping pre wrap around his ribs to keep the gauze on. He takes off his shirt and replaces it with a spare green T-shirt from off the bathroom floor. He watches you put the med kit back, his grey eyes tracing you.

You walk out of the bathroom, flicking the lights off as you leave. You lift up the covers on the bed and crawl under, the warmth threatening to take you immediately if it weren't for Jason's weight appearing next to you.

As you two lay comfortably in the silence and darkness, Jason shifts over to lay his head on your chest and have his arms draped over your hips. His body heat soaks into you, pulling you deeper and deeper into the almost irresistible urge to sleep. The only reason you don't is because his whispers reach your ears before you can.

"You're so good to me." Jason whispers softly "Happy Valentine's Day love. Sorry it sucks."

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #red hood #dc comics #dc #dc angst #angst #batboys #batbros #batfam x reader #batfamily #batbrats

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dayasusays · 1 month

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tw / cw : husband!bruce wayne, divorce, angst

bruce wayne is like this song ↓

bruce wayne is like your perfect husband who spends all his free time with you; while he's not batman or playboy in the pictures of fashion magazines, he's just your loving husband who likes to watch a movie with you in the evening.

bruce wayne is like your beloved husband who comes home less and less often. lucky if he shows up at least once a week. incredibly lucky if he comes at night to sleep in bed with you and cuddle after patrol. but it's a blessing because his cuddles are the best thing after a hard day.

bruce wayne is like your good husband who doesn't wear a wedding ring. he makes the excuse that he hates wearing rings; he wears his wedding ring in his breast pocket because "it's more comfortable that way, hun. it's close to my heart, just like you."

bruce wayne is like your husband who has almost forgotten you exist. he doesn't come home, you only see him in the newspapers and on tv; once in a while you let yourself into his den, just to make sure he's okay. you leave a plate of dinner on the doorstep and leave with a sigh, realizing you'll be sleeping alone again.

bruce wayne is like your horrible husband who confesses to cheating while staring at the floor. and when he looks up he doesn't see surprise, he doesn't see that you didn't expect it. he sees pure disappointment and he wants so badly to run away from that look.

bruce wayne is like your broken husband, who takes your wedding ring from your palm with two fingers as you say goodbye to him. when he looks up, he sees you - so beautiful, but so disappointed by him. and he can't hold back the tears.

bruce wayne is like your ex-husband, the one you spent five years with, but who could never let you go.

translation here ↓

imho the translation is… literal, so a lot of things may not be clear. the meaning and wordplay is lost a lot, but i really wanted to share it :(

ty for reading! 🎀

#dc comics #dc universe #writing #angst #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #batman #batman x reader #bruce wayne x fem!reader #bruce wayne x y/n #bruce wayne x you #bruce wayne angst #song #dc angst #Spotify #galaxy

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alienguts · 10 months

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Picking Up the Pieces (Bruce Wayne x f!Reader)

Summary: Bruce and Selina have broken up again, leaving Y/N to comfort him.

Warnings: angst, breakups, unrequited feelings

Request?: No

A/N: technically, this is a comics!Bruce fic, but I used a Batfleck gif simply because he's pretty.

1 - Picking Up the Pieces | 2 - Kintsugi | 3 - Stay with Me

Are you home? I could use someone to talk to.

As soon as Y/N read the text from Bruce, her heart sank. She’d already received messages from Alfred and the boys about what had happened, but once the message from Bruce came through, her gut feeling was confirmed.

Bruce and Selina had broken up. Again.

Every break up was exactly the same. Y/N would sit and watch Bruce be happy with Selina and then their dual lives would ruin everything and he would end up moping on Y/N’s couch for two hours until he got over her for a year and then they would be together again like clockwork.

Y/N sighed deeply and tapped out her response.

Yeah I’m home, come over when you’re ready.

“I just don’t know what happened this time, Y/N,” Bruce sighed as he ran his hands over his head, his gelled hair sticking up from being ruffled so much.

“I don’t think I’ve got an answer for you this time,” Y/N said. She sat next to him on her tiny sofa, their knees almost touching. “That Selina’s a tough one to figure out sometimes.”

“Everything was going so well; she said she would marry me, moved in, the wedding was planned and people were invited and then…” He trailed off before taking a sip of the water Y/N had given him.

“Listen, none of this is your fault, Bruce,” Y/N said and rested a reassuring hand on his shoulder. She wanted him to know that she cared, but didn’t want to give him the wrong message. The guy had just gotten left at the altar, he didn’t need another woman feeling him up so soon.

“I know, but I can’t help but feel like it is,” he said.

Y/N’s heart twisted in her chest. She could hear how watery his voice was, just how emotionally run down he was, as if he was just seconds away from breaking into tears. And the worst part was that no matter how many times they landed in this exact same situation, it never got any easier.

She wanted Bruce to know that she had feelings for him, but it always seemed like someone else was getting his heart instead of her. She’d been there for all of them: Julie, Silver, Talia, Vicki, and of course, Selina. So many girlfriends, so many broken hearts. So many times she’d comforted Bruce on her couch. So many times he’d called her a ‘good friend’.

But she didn’t want to be a ‘good friend’, she wanted there to be more between them. She knew he could feel that spark between them, even if it was just a tiny jolt of static. They’d shared so many lingering glances, let their fingers touch for just a beat too long, had almost kissed at one point, but there was always someone else on Bruce’s mind.

Just once, she thought. Just once I wish it was my turn.

If thoughts of being held by Bruce didn’t keep her up at night, they would be the only thing she would dream about. His arms around her, his mouth on hers, telling her such nice things, but they were just dreams. Every time she would wake up and swear that she could still feel him, only to find that she was still alone.

“I should go,” Bruce said after a while, snapping Y/N out of her thoughts. “I’ve bothered you enough with this.”

“You haven’t bothered me, Bruce,” Y/N said, flustered. “I’m here for you to vent about your problems.”

Vent about your problems? Bad choice of words, Y/N she told herself.

“No, wait, I mean-” she stuttered, trying to force better words out of her mouth.

“It’s okay,” Bruce said and shot her a warm smile. Her stomach flipped when he looked at her, her heart fluttering as she lost her train of thought. “I know what you mean.”

“Oh, right.” She shuffled awkwardly in her seat as Bruce stood up to grab his jacket from the back of the sofa. “Could I give you a hug before you go?”

Bruce stopped, as if he was surprised by her question.

Why would his best friend ask for permission to hug him?

He turned to face her and smiled again before holding his arms out to her.

“Of course, you don’t need to ask.”

Y/N gingerly hopped off the couch and made her way to Bruce, circling his waist with her arms and hovering her face just over his heart. She hoped he didn’t notice how her breath hitched when he pulled her closer into his chest and held her tightly, his cheek resting on the top of her head. She let her head fall onto him and listened to his steady heartbeat as her senses were completely taken over by him.

Y/N had known Bruce to always be clean and well kept, but in that moment it was as if he’d arrived sparkling new. She breathed the scent of his cologne in deeply and savoured it, her eyes fluttering closed as she lost herself in him. It was just a hug between friends but to her, it was something she’d been waiting for for a long time.

When he pulled away, it felt like it was over too soon. She felt cold without him, even though his hands were still on her shoulders. Y/N watched his face as his eyes turned hazy and drifted down to her lips and his tongue briefly darted out to wet his own. Her heart jumped into her throat as they both looked at each other, daring themselves to look away.

“I’ve got to go,” Bruce said finally as his hands slowly dropped from Y/N’s shoulders. “Thanks for this.”

“Yeah, no problem,” Y/N said and led him to the front door of her apartment. “You know I’m here for you any time.”

“Yeah, you’re a good friend, Y/N,” he said and pulled his jacket on as he lingered in the doorway. “I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon,” Y/N echoed as she watched him go down the hall and out of sight.

When she reentered the apartment, she closed and locked the door before resting her back against it and letting out a deep watery sigh. A single tear finally rolled down her face as his words echoed in her mind.

You’re a good friend.

She kept telling herself that it was the wrong time to be crying over being called that, but it was all she could do. All she wanted was to tell him that she loved him and to hear him say he loved her too. But he was grieving a relationship that was doomed from the beginning.

What would make her any different?

She wasn’t Selina, or Talia, or Vicki, or Silver, or Julie. She was just Y/N, his childhood friend who was always going to be there for him whenever he either broke off another relationship or got dumped. And it never got easier. Trying to tell him how she felt never stopped feeling like an impossible mountain to climb.

Once she had run out of tears, Y/N picked herself up from the doorway and was about to go into the bedroom when she heard her phone chime. She’d considered ignoring it when she heard it again. Assuming it was important, she picked it up from the coffee table in the living room and was surprised to find two messages from Bruce.

Want to go for coffee tomorrow?

To make up for me moping around tonight

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dior-and-dietcoke · 2 years

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—MY BABY LIVES IN SHADES OF BLUE

BATTINSON + FEM!READER

18+, angst, fluff, breeding, reader has a slight mental breakdown, choking, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamics, petnames, daddy kink, praise kink, slight degradation, sizekink, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, characters are over 18, readers skin color is not mentioned

Your husband Bruce has been neglecting you due to his work of being a vigilante, though you understand how busy he was, you just wanted him to acknowledge you.

I finally wrote something I like again wooah

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT໑

Bruce was out all night, you waited and waited for him until you finally fell asleep.

You suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, 2:30 to be exact. You woke up because of loud slamming and crashing from downstairs..did someone break in?

Probably not, it was probably just Bruce being Bruce. But you decided to go look anyway because you wanted to see, and greet him. Maybe even beg him to come to bed like every night he comes home, but it never works, he always tells you that he is too busy..he hasn't slept in weeks, unless the quick naps he took when he passed out at his desk in that dark and wet cave..

You got out of bed, didn't even bother putting on clothes. You were only in your white underwear, but you knew that no one would care to see you that way. besides the only people in the manor were you and Bruce right now, since Alfred wasn't home because of that freak that tried to kill Bruce. Another thing that pained your heart, you were always worried that he might not come back one night..

You got to the small balcony in the middle of the stairway where you could see Bruce making an absolute mess of the living room, evidence was scattered all over the place, with spray paint all over the floor infront of the fire place.

It was a rare, weirdly hot but wet night, you couldn't figure out why Bruce would light up the fire place when you were already sweating in your underwear.

"Bruce.." you spoke softly, looking down at him. His head whipped to you, looking you up and down like he's never seen you before. If Bruce could properly express his feelings he would say that anytime he sees you it feels like the first time..it might be because he doesn't get to see you that often.

"Angel..why are you up?" He asked, still not getting up from the floor.

The sweet nickname always made you feel warm inside, especially when you know that he literally sees you as an angel, a sweet angel to lighten up his life whenever he has the time to be with you.

"kinda hard when my husband is making so much noise and isn't in my bed" you smiled down at him, placing your hand on the wood of the balcony.

"I'm sorry." He looked back at the pictures and placed them in specific orders and you felt a hole of pain seep through your heart as you heard him apologize. you walked down the last set of stairs and then held the pillar to just keep on watching your Beautiful husband.

"Just please.." you paused and Bruce already knew what you were going to ask, it pained him that you both already knew the answer

"Could you just come to bed?" You asked quietly and lacking any confidence that you normally posess.

Bruce turned his head to you and quietly shook his head

"I..I can't, angel..I'm so close to solving everything..just wait for me a little longer"

it hurt Bruce more than anything to see you so pained and lonely, you deserved the world and all the love he could possibly give you but it was hard to give you his endless affection when he was so busy..

You looked down and nervously played with the bow in the middle of your prettiest bra. He got you these bra and panties, but he never actually got to fully see you in it because of his constant absence.

"Please..just.." you took a deep shaky breath "I need you with me tonight." The loneliness you felt was tearing you apart, you were waiting for him everyday and night. The last time you saw him was when he was getting ready for the mayor funeral, he didn't even ask you to come with him. You only found out that he was going through Alfred..and as you wanted to get ready, he was already halfway out the door.

Bruce saw the tears welling up in your eyes as you tried to not break in front of him. Bruce stood up and walked over to you, placing his big and rough hands on your soft and delicate cheeks "look at me, angel." He demanded softly and you slowly looked at him, your tears were already running down your face and into his palm. "I'm sorry.." he breathed again.

You heard it too many times now..it was getting old

you knew how bad your husband was at expressing his feelings but it was starting to hurt.

"I'm sorry that I can't be with you as much as I should be.." he pulled your beautiful face closer until your foreheads were touching

"I promise that it'll get better..just..not right now"

You sniffled and shook your head "but Bruce.." you looked up at him with your sadness and pain very evident on your face, it tore Bruce's heart apart. It was beyond painful to see his angel like this, the one thing that he swore to keep safe and happy as long as he lives.

"I need you tonight..just tonight, please.."

Your voice quivered, and your bottom lip trembled. You didn't even let Bruce tell you the same thing again, you couldn't hear it again when you know both of you need eachother, especially right now. You got on your tippy toes and just kissed him, like you've never kissed him before, the small kiss felt like he could feel all your pain, love, affection and lust. The way you missed him, yearned for him.

"Please just.." you kissed him again, slipping your tongue into his mouth as he opened it "touch me, kiss me, feel me..just.." you pulled away and stared right into his sould "love me, Bruce."

That finally broke all of him down. He knew how bad he had treated you, he didn't even come up to check on you, in these 2 weeks you've only seen him once..and you live in the same house for fucks sake.

Bruce picked you up to just get on his knees again and place you onto the floor and just keep on kissing you, trying to show you that he still loves you just as much as the first time he saw you, if not more.

"My pretty baby..you deserve the world.." he mumbled between kisses "i'm so sorry..I neglected you.."

His fingers traced his fingers down your tummy slowly sliding them into your silk panties

You gasped at his fingers making contact with your hot and sweaty skin "b-bruce.." you moaned as you felt his index and middle finger slide along your wet pussy lips.

"Shh..I know, I got you.."

He whispered into your ear before softly kissing the side of your head. You whimpered when his thumb began circling your sensitive and swollen clit, you've missed him being so near to you, it was making you cry again.

But you were happy, you were happy that he was loving you, touching you or even just acknowledging you.

"I love you.." you said quietly, grabbing onto his shoulders and pressing you further into your body, wanting to feel all of his warmth. "I love you too..fuck, I love you so much, you have no idea" he responded, looking into your teary eyes again. his sudden emotional response shoked you, this was unusual..

"I think about you every night I'm away, I can never keep my thoughts away from you..even if I try..I can't think of nothing but you.."

He leaned down to kiss your cheek "even if I don't show it..I love you so fucking much." You smiled as hot tears rolled down your even hotter cheeks, Bruce slid his fingers inside of you and couldn't hold his groans back anymore once he felt the warmth of your welcoming pussy around his fingers and saw you spreading your legs wider for him.

"Everytime I look at you..I think to myself" he took a deep breath and started moving his fingers "what did I do to deserve this angel?"

To you the question was easily answered but to him, it was the hardest mystery he has ever come across.

Your hands caressed his neck as you moaned and looked him into his beautiful yet melancholic eyes that you adored so much. He was talking but you could barely hear him over the approach of your orgasm washing over your whole body, making you grip his neck harder and push him closer into you with your legs around his waist.

Your head was thrown back, mouth hanging open as silent squeaks escaped your throat before you let your moans out.

Bruce watched you intently as you came on his fingers, he felt your pussy convulse and throbb around his digits. "Good girl..let go for me" he praised as he was kissing your forehead and sliding his fingers in and out of your squelching pussy. You smiled again and hugged him tighter against you.

"Pretty girl..my pretty girl" Bruce mumbled, a little posessive. But you liked it, loved it even.

You're so happy to feel wanted, to finally feel his love again.

As Bruce was sliding his fingers out you, he kept his eyes on you the entire time.

The way you were beautiful to him no matter what you did was already breathtaking but seeing you cumming was always like he was looking god straight in the eyes.

To him, you truly were holy.

You looked back at him and caressed the sides of his handsome face with your hands "I..I want more of you..please"

You truly didn't care that you sounded selfish, you just cared about Bruce's warmth surrounding you.

Bruce let out a quick and soft chuckle "who am I to deny my angel.." you found his statement quite ironic but you smiled and kissed him again while his fingers grabbed the sides of your panties to pull them off you, soon after his hands fumbled his belt and pants open. You hungrily moved your soft lips against his, teeth sometimes clashing and tongues slipping.

You were so lost in the kiss that you completely forgot what the two of you were about to do, that you let out a sharp gasp followed by the most erotic moan he has ever heard.

"Everything alright, love?" He asked just to make sure you were still okay with this.

You obviously nodded and smiled at him "yes.." you breathed and bucked your hips into his freed cock.

You couldn't even count the many nights you have spent thinking about your husband as you were alone laying on your California sized bed, fingers stuffed deep inside your cunt. thinking about how good he could fuck you, how good he could make you cum..

You hugged your arms around his neck and whispered into his ear

"i've missed you..daddy"

Bruce tensed up at the name that you used to call him in the start of your relationship, you were calling him daddy in your marriage too but..

you didn't get the chance to do it as much.

"That name.." he kissed your cheek again "i've missed hearing it" his hands found your hips "I thought about you calling me daddy a lot.."

you hummed and began to slowly grind your hips against his achingly hard cock, making his grip on your hips tighten, and force a low groan errupt from his chest

"I want.." you gasped, feeling him against your cunt "want it inside me, daddy"

Bruce straightened his back and slowly pushed the tip of his cock past the fat of your pussy lips and steadily sliding deeper inside of the wet warmth of your cunt, letting out those hot deep moans that you could never get enough of. Feeling the delicious stretch of him inside of you again after 2 months was sending you straight to heaven.

Bruce wasn't far from it either, the tight grip your cunt had on him was always the closest thing he'd ever feel to heaven, and seeing your thighs shake and tremble around his waist was just the cherry on top.

"Look at me, baby..look at me.." he huffed after his cock filled you to the brim, ending up with you feeling so full and safe as his thumb lovingly caressed your hips to ease the pain a little.

You looked at him with his head thrown back, feeling him just right up to your cervix, he was so fucking big..you could always just cum from the stretch alone, especially when you were still so fucking sensitive from your previous orgasm. You whined and cried before you began to grind your hips against him, needing to feel more of him

"M-move..daddy.." you bit your lip and kept grinding against him until his big hands gripped your hips harder to stop them from moving.

Bruce then softly put his Hand around your throat "is this okay?" He asked quietly, as if he was embarrassed..you thought it was absolutely adorable, because it was a rare sight to see your stoic and dominant husband be embarrassed..

You nodded with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth

"do it harder.."

"Don't say something like that.." Bruce mumbled, but you still felt his cock twitch inside you.

"Don't say what?" You smiled and caressed his forearm, teasingly

"That I want you to choke me harder and treat me like your little slut?"

Then he finally did as you asked—practically begged him to. His hand tightened around your throat, forcing a gasp out of you.

"Like that?" He asked through gritted teeth, slowly rolling his hips into yours, not even letting you answer. "Ngh— ah!..fuck..yes" you moaned, actually making Bruce slightly smile. It was easy for you to make him smile but it was even easier when you submitted do easily by just gripping your throat

"Y-you feel so good, daddy!" You cried out "harder!" You whined to which Bruce chuckled "needy baby.."

Was the last thing he said before he slammed into you over and over again with his one hand on your throat, gripping you tightly. And his other holding one of your thighs, Keeping you open for him.

In this moment it felt like nothing mattered except you. Except you and him..Bruce actually felt calm and relaxed inside of your warm and wet cunt. As weird as that may sound, it was just that intimate moments like that with you made him actually happy.

"I missed you so much, Bruce.. "

"I missed you too..angel.."

Bruce knew he would fall for you the second he laid eyes on you..you were just so kind, loving and obviously breathtakingly beautiful. You were the warm light in the cold darkness of Gotham..an angel

You were his escape in his fucked up life, it was like all bad things were no more when he was in the safety of your arms.

"Princess..i'm gonna cum..real fucking soon" Bruce groaned gripping your throat a little tighter. The feeling of him having complete control over you made a spark of electricity lighten up inside you and going straight to your clit.

You whimpered and felt Bruce speed his thrusts up and felt him his your g-spot over and over again, forcing more shiny and beautiful tears to run down your face, making your already smudged makeup run down your face. But you looked no where near ugly..Bruce might even say angelic as ever.

"I-inside, Bruce! Inside!" You both knew you weren't on birth control, but neither of you cared at the moment.

"You want me to fuck a baby into you?" Bruce groaned, looking down at your beautiful and messy face, watching you nod frantically before opening your mouth wide open as you threw your head back onto the floor.

Bruce felt your pussy throb around him, pushing him further to the edge. Your arms tried grabbing at anything they could as you chased your high. Bruce sped his thrusts up, so you could reach it faster. Even though watching you lose and find it back again was truly a sight to see, he didn't want to let you suffer any longer than you already had to.

"Fuck~!"

You sobbed, his cock was hitting all of the right spots inside of your needy pussy. Your thighs clenched around his hips as the familiar fire was pooling in your lower stomach before a hard wave of overwhelming pleasure swept over your entire body. The orgasm he gave you was almost scary once Bruce's cock throbbed alongside your pussy.

"It's okay, baby..cum for me.." you looked beyond ethereal in the light of the fireplace lighting up both of your figures in a beautiful hue. Even though you came he didn't stop fucking into you as hard as before, making your whole body shake. The overstimulation hurt, but it hurt in a good way. In the way that forced another orgasm to approach

"Gonna cum a-again, Bruce! G-gonna cum!" You chanted as your nails scratched Bruce's back open, it was just too much for you to handle, but he lived for the feeling of your sharp and manicured nails in his back. "Yeah, angel..cum on my cock, good girl—" Bruce's breath hitched at how beautiful you looked as he fucked you through your second orgasm. He couldn't stress this enough, you are so ethereal. Your body, your face, your very soul.

Bruce held your hips in place with both hands, letting you breathe properly as he fucked harder and harder into you until he felt his orgasm suddenly crash over him and you felt his hot cum spill deep inside you, you could swear you could feel it in your tummy.

Bruce moaned and huffed a few times as his fingers probably bruised the sides of your hips, both of you have something to remind you of this night, the next time you two feel lonely. Though nothing compares to actually having him touch and be inside you.

Bruce pulled out and laid next to you onto the spray paint covered floor, in the middle of all of the evidence.

You rolled over and laid your head on his chest, just listening to his fast heartbeat..

"I.." he began but trailed off and continued to breath heavily

You smiled happily and kissed his jaw "it's okay baby.." Bruce grabbed your jaw to pull you back up and kiss you, it caught you by surprise but you welcomed every single gesture by him

"I love you."

He softly mumbled against your lips, before kissing you again.

You were in heaven right now..but once again it hit you, you should probably let him keep working..you were about to stand up and leave but Bruce grabbed your wrist "where do you think you're going?" He softly chuckled and you laughed "you gotta work don't you?" Bruce sighed and looked around him, remembering his duties..

You kissed his jaw again and stood up, holding his hand "take a shower, angel..you got spray paint all over your back" he pointed out and kissed your knuckles, you looked at the ground and saw that half of the question mark was missing. You quietly apologized but Bruce shook his head and slowly stood up as he picked up your panties from the floor just to kneel down again and wait for you to step in them for him to pull them up your legs.

The two of you quietly stared at eachother for a while, but it wasn't awkward in any way. The thing with you two was, you didn't need to talk..silence was calming for the two of you. And you understood eachother without words, as cliche as that sounds.

"I'll be done soon enough, angel..just wait for me a little more" he said and kissed your thigh.

You nodded and ran your hands through his soft hair "I will always be here waiting for you.." you smiled softly.

But it made Bruce's heart hurt, hearing you say something like that so casually.

You noticed the hurt in his face and kneeled down infront of him as your fingers kept gently running through his hair "it's okay..just..try to say hello more often at least, promise?" Bruce kissed your hand "promise."

You two shared another deep and sweet kiss again before you stood back up. "Now go get that freak, baby" you said sweetly and walked away, still holding his hand and slowly letting it go with each step.

Bruce watched you leaving and could still not comprehend how he deserved you..

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ivyppoison · 4 months

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pairings. jason todd ⠀𝒙⠀ civilian!fem!reader

warnings. derogatory language. religious references ( i have an obsession ). mention of death.

note. this is my first ‘cigarettes after sex’.( album specifically ) inspired fic !! i used a few lyrics & honestly it hasn’t worked better. i love my mind. i haven’t written in so long & i wrote most of this whilst i had a bad stomachache in the car so i don’t really know if it’s good. in addition to this, i thought it would make sense for the reader to be the wayne’s gardeners daughter or something, meaning she’s known the family for years ♡♡ ── yours sincerely, maxine

words.

#. dc masterlist. | main masterlist.

THE NIGHT, FULL of silence and tranquillity, had been more than simply your acquaintance for the past few weeks. A close confidante you could say.

Every story that laced your tongue withered into the breeze of the winter’s night sky, ── an endearing poem full of confessions, and it seemed the newborn moon took pleasure in it.

One thing that remained a secret, however, was the missing puzzle of your heart, who was roaming about in another city not too far away from where you are.

If you could, you would beg the gods above to retract your choice on whether you wanted your love to be immortal, or immoral, which presumably, you chose the latter. He had warned you, over and over and over again not to fall in love with him, but whether it was his expressions which were adorned with a smirk or the touch of his hands gracing your body; somewhere between the lines of your sick love story, you fell in love.

You looked over at your phone, expecting for the screen to light up, but it didn’t. When it did, it wasn’t what you wished for.

“Call him,” your mind kept on repeating, almost driving you into a state of paralysis.

After a moment of hesitation, your hand reached out for it, pulling back for a moment as you came into contact with the cold device. As you held it close to your body, you found your contacts list & under your emergency contacts, there was his name.

‘Jay-bird’, a nickname that you had been teasing him with ever since you met him. It was entirely fitting, especially as he used to be Robin. The name still stood, albeit he was the Red Hood now. You were the only one he trusted to use the name without the intention of bringing up his past. He only trusted you, as he knew you’d never mention the time before his death.

He was Lazarus, and you were Martha, and he placed the trust of his life into your hands, because he knew you truly loved him.

“Call him,” you whispered to yourself, letting out a breath you’d unconsciously been holding in before clicking on his name.

A few seconds had passed, and your call went straight to voicemail.

Were you so idiotic and foolish to think he’d ever want to talk about you? After that night, after that night were you unintentionally broke each other’s hearts?

You had better be joking.

II.

Sometimes, you could recall that exact moment: duffle bags in a small pile on the floor, his armour sprawled out onto the carpet of your living room, and the cautious footsteps Jason took so he didn’t wake you up. Yet, the empty and cold bed told you otherwise.

Wrapping yourself in the thin blanket which was draped over the bed, you made your way into the room, leaning on the doorframe.

“Jason ──,” you whispered, tilting your head in a curious manner.

This caused Jason’s head to tilt up towards the sound of your voice before he stood up in a defensive manner.

“Where are you going?” You asked as your voice trailed off. You knew exactly where he was going; the act of him being desperate to cover it up or even keeping it secret from you told you where he was going.

“I would have told you, I just ── I couldn’t,” he replied, running his fingers through his hair, staring back at you with those cold but gentle grey eyes.

Every night, after he’d go out on patrol, he’d lay down on your lap, perhaps with a cigarette in his hands as he looked up into your eyes. Now, here you were.

You didn’t know whether he was anxious or angry. You’d never seen him anxious before.

“You couldn’t tell me you were leaving?” You asked, walking up to him slowly. “So, you were planning to leave without saying anything?”

“I couldn’t tell you,” he answered, his voice now stern and assertive.

He was your fucking boyfriend, yet he couldn’t tell you he was leaving for weeks?

He was pathetic.

You were pathetic.

“Because you were afraid I’d get hurt,” you replied, tilting your head as you mimicked what he always said to you.

“Can’t you, for once in your life, live without me?” He inquired, his voice started to sound more agitated.

“I already have Jason, and I don’t want to do it again. You can leave, but fucking tell me,” you retorted, sadness now lacing your voice.

He was taken aback, he knew what you were talking about. When he died, and left you alone.

“It wasn’t my fault you didn’t have anyone else,” he said, running his hands through his hair again. “You just follow me around like a helpless child. You’re scared that I may leave and never come back? Well, that’s life. Clearly you haven’t lived it enough to realise that.”

“You were a helpless child, Jason,” you said, pointing your finger at him, “I’m too tired for this shit, honestly. Just leave, I don’t care. Don’t fucking come back,” you added, holding the blanket closer to your body.

“Fuck you,” you then whispered under your breath, making your way back into the bedroom. Your bedroom.

Your eyes felt dry from your petty tears, it was enough. Everything you could possibly relate to your relationship was petty. Petty conversations, petty insults, petty sex. He felt bad for you, and you, him. Yet, in between that, you fell in love with each other.

All you wanted was to hold him and cry into his chest till you fell asleep. To kiss him in the comfort of your room.

He was gone.

III.

You were tired.

This false sense of hope you still had was killing you.

No calls, no messages, no voicemails, no signal, no letter; nothing existed or happened with the possibility that Jason was still alive.

Another night had passed, and you questioned how you were still strong in this belief that he was okay.

Even if he was, he wasn’t coming back.

This was your first incorrect assumption.

As you clambered out of the sheets, a figure on the balcony caught your eye.

You were a mere civilian who managed to be associated with the vigilantes of Gotham City, so this wasn’t a surprise.

Approaching the figure with a slight hesitation, you pulled back the lace curtains and opened the door, your eyes setting on the man in front of you.

“You came back,” you whispered, pulling the sleeves of your sweater over your hands in an attempt to warm them up.

“Of course I did,” Jason responded.

His hair was unkempt, adorning that white streak of strands you loved so much. His hands gripped his bag, his knuckles red with blood. His eyes looked down at you with pure adoration, a bruise forming around his left one.

Jason was back.

Your Jason was back.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Jay,” you apologised, walking up towards him. “I should have never said any of that.”

“And I shouldn’t underestimate you,” he replied, placing his hand on the back of his neck.

You smiled at him softly before taking his hands into yours, using your thumbs to gently stroke them.

“Stay with me, Jay,” you asked, gazing up at him. “I don’t want you to leave ──”.

Jason smiled back at you, before pressing his lips to yours in perfect unison.

It was going to be okay.

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wingdingdaddy · 2 months

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dick’s depression after wally

[missing my best friend so bad so i wrote this]

“he had to carry his own burdens again. he’d forgotten how.”

he lost his conscience, the voice that kept him grounded. and it left him feeling lost.

seeing him everywhere.

brutality with goons/villains, e.g: blood, excessive blunt force, recklessness that got him injured (more than once).

dick never really slept much before it happened. he doesn’t sleep at all anymore. every time he tries to close his eyes and fall into the peace of nothing, he sees him.

he sees his face, and every conversation they had.

this wasn’t like losing a parent. it wasn’t like losing a comrade, or a soldier. this was something different. the hole in his chest was too big to drown out. he didn’t really have a way to avoid it, so he sat there. and thought about wally, and what he could’ve done differently, and how he could’ve been more involved in his life, and how he had never really told him how glad he was to have a best friend like wally.

he was a kind soul. he was a little spastic, but he cared more than anyone else ever would. about everyone. he gave and gave, he was full of hope, he was such an honest friend. he was loyal to a fault and fiercely protective. most importantly, he held dick accountable to himself.

over and over, the grief came in waves. it drowned him, he was choking and gasping for air as he tried to keep the room from spinning. his chest felt like it was full of acid, he lost track of how much time had passed. he went on like this for days.

at night, he went on patrol. it was business as usual, unless you asked ——. every time he threw a punch, he hit a little bit harder. he saw the faces of reach warriors when looking at the goons he fought. the scenes he left behind grew bloodier and more careless and time went on.

eventually, his family grew worried. barbara checked on him frequently after it started to get worse. she’d call him while he was on patrol with the oracle system. dick grew irritated the more he heard from her, eventually giving up the use of oracle to get away from barbara’s “pestering”.

conner and megaan dealt with it in their own way, and they had each other. artemis had wally’s family, she had her mother. dick had no one. his best friend was DEAD. it started again. the panic. the cycle repeated again, just like every other day. he’d lost track of how long it had been. that hole in his chest, filling up with water and drowning him in grief all over again.

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lucuslavigne · 27 days

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Angels like you.

Jason Todd × Leitora.

๑: RedHood!Jason Todd, informante/hacker!leitora mas isso não é muito mencionado, angst, twt (time? what time?), Batman VS Red Hood au, menção a traficantes, menção a armas de fogo, hematomas.

Espero que gostem.

A noite em Gotham estava agitada, as sirenes da polícia soavam por todo o bairro. Tiros e gritos podiam ser escutados, e se você não estivesse acostumada com isso com certeza estaria assustada. Sabia que logo ele viria, então deixou sua janela aberta para ele entrar sem esforços enquanto você continuava a prestar atenção no trabalho que lhe foi designando pelo Asa Noturna.

Quando ouviu algo atrás de você, se virou rapidamente, querendo ver o rapaz que te fazia ter um sentindo na vida.

— Jason. — se levantou, indo receber o rapaz ainda com seu uniforme de Robin.

— Oi linda. — te abraçou pela cintura, deixando um selar em sua têmpora direita.

— Noite muito agitada? — se sentou em sua cama, fazendo o rapaz se acomodar ao seu lado.

— Um pouco. — riu. — Briguei com o Bruce.

— Sinto muito. — colocou a mão na coxa do mais alto.

— Não sinta. — te puxou para o próprio colo, te abraçando com firmeza.

Você apenas aproveitou o toque, agradecendo ao universo por ter protegido o seu Jason.

Já fazia mais de uma semana que Jason não aparecia. Seu coração doía em dúvida, queria saber onde ele estava, se Bruce estava com ele, ou se ele estava vivo. Já estava cansada de sentir esse vazio em seu peito, essa dor incessante que insistia em te perturbar.

No meio dessa imensidão ruim que estava em sua mente, o homem morcego adentrou em seu quarto sem ser percebido, só fazendo presença quando te chamou.

— Senhorita. — reconheceu a voz do Wayne.

— Onde o Jason 'tá, Bruce?— fungou, evitando olhar nos olhos penetrantes do homem.

O silêncio ensurdecedor foi o suficiente para te fazer entender a resposta não falada do cavaleiro das sombras.

— Sinto muito. — disse.

— Agradeço a consideração que tem por mim, Bruce, mas preciso ficar sozinha. — se deitou e virou para a parede.

— Caso julgue como necessário a minha ajuda, sabe onde me encontrar. — e pulou pela sua janela.

— Obrigada. — respondeu mesmo sabendo que ele não havia escutado. Afinal, o Batman está sempre com pressa.

E você continuou alí, sentindo as lágrimas te consolarem.

Seu costume de deixar a janela aberta nunca sumiu. Cinco anos, cinco longos anos vivendo sem o seu Jason. Sem o calor dele na sua cama, sem os flertes bobos, sem nada. Só a dor e as lágrimas te perseguiam desde a notícia que Jason se foi. Olhava todo dia o álbum de fotos de vocês, observava cada fotografia alí com muito amor, carinho e saudade, sentindo a falta do seu amor.

Você se assustou quando escutou o barulho de passos atrás de você, se virando com pressa, vendo um homem com uma máscara vermelha na sua frente, ajoelhado, com duas armas na cintura, uma de cada lado.

— Quem é você?! — perguntou assustada enquanto tentava se afastar, não funcionando muito bem, já que o homem agarrou sua cadeira, fazendo ela ficar parada.

— Capuz Vermelho. — respondeu. — Mas você já me conhece gatinha.

— Sai daqui! — tentou chutá-lo, mas em vão, já que ele desviou.

— Não precisa ficar assustada minha linda. — levou as mãos até a máscara, apertando um botão para a abrir, a retirando de seu rosto, revelando uma franja conhecida e um par de olhos verdes escuros olhando para você com um sorriso de lado. Era Jason Todd alí. O seu Jason.

— Jason! — você se levantou e o abraçou fortemente, sentindo seus as lágrimas descerem pelo seu rosto até a jaqueta que ele usava.

— Não precisa chorar meu amor... — limpou suas lágrimas. — Eu 'tô aqui... — beijou sua têmpora.

— O Bruce disse que... — fungou.

— Eu sei. — te respondeu. — Mas eu voltei p'ra você. — sorriu. — Eu 'tô limpando Gotham. — te levou para a janela. — Eu vou fazer o que o Batman nunca teve coragem de fazer.

— Eu tenho que ir linda. — soltou sua mão.

— Cuidado Jason. — o olhou preocupada.

— Não precisa se preocupar. — te beijou antes de ir.

Todos os dias eram assim, perigosos para Jason, e angustiantes para você.

— Você... — engoliu seco. — Matou todos os maiores traficantes de Gotham? — o olhou nervosa.

— Sim. — segurou sua cintura. — E essa noite eu acabo com tudo, desde o começo.

— Não tem que ser como eles, Jason. — colocou sua mão no peitoral forte do mesmo. — Você não era assim.

— Esse Jason morreu, S/N. — falou. — Eu vou ser melhor que o Batman.

— Não desse jeito. — retrucou.

Jason te olhou um pouco surpreso, já que você havia falado a mesma coisa que Bruce tinha o falado horas antes.

— Como você vai ser melhor que o Batman, agindo como um criminoso Jason? — perguntou. — Você sabe quantas noites eu fiquei sem dormir? Quantos dias eu fiquei sem comer? Tudo isso porque eu ficava preocupada com você. — o encarou com os olhos marejados. — Isso desde os seus dias como Robin.

— Ele não se importou com a minha morte. — falou sem olhar em seus olhos.

— Ele mais do que qualquer um se importou Jason. — apontou o dedo na face do mais alto. — Ele se culpa por tudo o que envolve você, ele acha que é culpa dele o sofrimento que você passou.

— E mesmo assim deixou aquele palhaço maldito viver! — respondeu.

— Você me mataria por causa do Bruce? — perguntou.

— Óbvio que não! Você é minha vida! — respondeu rapidamente.

— Agora entenda o Bruce. — o olhou duramente. — Ele não mata ninguém porque fez uma promessa para os pais, você mais que ninguém deveria saber disso. — virou as costas.

Jason queria ir embora dali, mas ele precisava de você para viver, para ter força.

— É diferente. — tentou sair por cima.

— Não! Não é. — se virou novamente. — Você voltou p'ra mim, mas você não é o Jason que eu conheci. — algumas lágrimas desceram por suas bochechas. — Você não é o Jason que me amou, não é o Jason que queria sempre aprender mais com o Bruce, não é o meu Jason. — começou a chorar.

Seus joelhos cederam, te fazendo cair no chão enquanto suas mãos cobriam seus olhos.

— Amor... — se ajoelhou na sua frente.

— Saia dessa vida Jason, por favor. — o abraçou com força, chorando desesperadamente. — Deixa o Bruce te ajudar! — o seu choro só se intensificava.

O Todd não podia deixar de se culpar por te fazer passar por todo esse sofrimento sozinha.

— Por favor Jason! — o encarou com os olhos cheios de lágrimas incessantes. — Você vai acabar morrendo nessa vida. Eu não quero te perder de novo! Eu já te perdi uma vez, não posso perder outra. — seu peito doía com tamanha angústia.

— Me desculpa princesa. — afagou seus cabelos. — Você deve desejar que a gente nunca tivesse se conhecido naquele museu. — falava calmante. — Você me deu tudo de você, tudo e mais um pouco. Te coloquei de joelhos todos esses anos longe, te fazendo pensar que eu 'tava morto. — te abraçou mais forte. — Mas enquanto isso eu 'tava planejando um assassinato em massa. Eu te fiz sofrer sozinha desde sempre e eu nunca percebi. — percebeu seu corpo se acalmando enquanto acariciava suas costas. — Não é culpa sua que eu tenha estragado tudo, também não é sua culpa que eu não possa ser o que você precisa. — suspirou. — É que anjos como você não podem viver essa vida que eu escolhi viver. Não podem ser destinados a terem as mãos cobertas de sangue.

Seu coração havia se aliviado um pouco, mas continuava a temer a vida de Jason. Não queria perder seu amor novamente, não queria que a polícia continuasse o procurando. Queria seu Jason de volta, aquele que se importava com a vida dos inocentes, o que era feliz, sem amargura ou mágoa no coração.

— Me prometa que vai deixar o Bruce te ajudar. — falou baixinho. — Me prometa.

— Eu prometo meu bem. — selou seus lábios com ternura. — Agora vamos dormir, você já se preocupou muito hoje. — te pegou no colo para te colocar delicadamente na cama, deitando na sua frente.

— Eu te amo Jason. — confessou. — Com toda a minha vida.

— Eu também te amo com toda a minha vida. — te puxou para perto, te deixando finalmente descansar depois de muito tempo.

A luz do Sol batia em seu rosto, aquecendo a sua pele. A respiração de Jason contra sua nuca te arrepiou, te arrancando um sorriso, fazia muito tempo desde a última vez que se sentiu assim.

Se virou tentando não se mexer muito, queria deixar Jason descansar já que você sabia que ele havia brigado feio com Bruce, ele estava com vários hematomas no rosto e deveria haver mais pelo resto do corpo. Apreciava o cabelo castanho escuro caindo pelos olhos fechados, os lábios bonitos secos por conta do clima e as bochechas levemente coradas naturalmente. Jason era perfeito aos seus olhos.

— Me admirando princesa? — sorriu.

— Com certeza. — riram.

Fazia anos que não sentia o coração tranquilo assim. Jason realmente era tudo o que você precisava.

— Eu preciso de um banho. — Jason falou enquanto se alongava.

— Pode ir, tem algumas peças de roupa que você deixou aqui. — o disse. — E se precisar de ajuda com seus machucados...

— Obrigado. — te beijou. — Eu volto logo.

Você se levantou e arrumou a cama, indo procurar algumas roupas para Jason enquanto ele ainda estava no banho. Quando as encontrou, as deixou em cima de seu travesseiro para que ele pudesse ver.

— Precisa de alguma coisa? — o perguntou.

— Só de ajuda com esses machucados aqui. — respondeu.

— 'Tô entrando. — a abriu a porta, finalmente vendo os ferimentos que estavam no corpo de Jason. — Pelo visto a briga foi feia. — pegou o kit de primeiros socorros dentro do armário do banheiro.

— Já tive brigas piores. — te tranquilizou.

— Fique parado. — falou enquanto segurava um algodão em uma pinça, colocando um pouco de rifocina para auxiliar na cicatrização dos machucados.

— Aish... — resmungou.

— Sinto muito. — se desculpou.

— Tudo bem gatinha, só continua. — segurou sua mão livre delicadamente.

Já tinha cuidado dos machucados de Jason outras vezes, mas dessa vez era diferente.

— Prontinho. — sorriu.

— Obrigado. — te abraçou, escondendo o rosto em seu pescoço.

Apenas o abraçou de volta, o medo de tudo ser um sonho te assombrando.

— Nunca mais me deixe sozinha. — falou.

— Não vou, eu prometo. — falou. — Mas agora temos que ir ver o Bruce, não é? — te olhou.

— Temos sim. — respondeu.

Agora sim você reconhecia o seu Jason.

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cowillin · 6 months

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Suprise, Suprise another Dc post! But some Bruce and Jason Angst for the soul never hurt anyone right? :D The last panel took me forever cause I erased and erased, I'm still not 100% happy with how it turned out but it could be worse. 🙆

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igotanidea · 9 months

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Pain! : J.T x reader

Request: Jason is so overwhelmed and with so much adrenaline that needs to be released that he ends up hurting his girlfriend during sex

Warnings: MDNI, smut, unprotected p in v, rape, angst, hurt, no comfort, dark themes

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„Fuck, you feel so good.” He groaned pressing into her further, harder, faster.

“Jason…. I …..” she tried to say something, to tell him that it felt different than any other time before but he simply wasn’t listening.

Half an hour ago he came back from his patrol, adrenaline still boiling inside him and he desperately needed something, someone to help him get it out of his system. And since it was the ritual that he swung by his girlfriend after being done with beating criminals….. boom. It only took him a minute to pin her to the mattress, his mind completely blurred, focus on the sensation of her body squirming underneath him.

Fuck, he loved the way she was scratching her nails along his back, her ragged, quickened breath hitting his ear, the taste of her skin as he kissed her neck, sucked her breast and flicked his tongue over her nipples.

“So fucking good.” He repeated, pressing her knees more into her chest, hitting deeper and making her whine.

“Jason….. please….”

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you.” he smirked, trailing kisses over her jaw, smirking at the thought that he was the one to make her so needy. Needy of him.

“No, please….” she tried again, her palms resting on his chest as she tried to push him away desperately, but was too weak to succeed “it…. It hurts…..”

“I know baby, but just hold on for me, all right? I’m gonna make you feel so good. Just let me….”

“It really hurts! Please, Jay, please, just stop. Ah!” she shuddered, but it was not because of the pleasure but rather because the pace he set was brutal, piercing. It felt like someone was burning her from the inside and she simply could not take it. What happened to her Jason? The one who was caring and attentive, always thinking about her while having sex? He knew the size difference. He knew how easy it was to push past her limits and yet, all of that care and thoughtfulness was gone. He was chasing his own pleasure, not caring about collateral damage.

Collateral damage being her.

“Just relax for me princess.” He cooed into her ear, kissing the soft spot behind it, but it didn’t help at all.

“It’s too much…” her sob was cut off by his mouth on her. He was kissing her with the urgency, getting absolutely lost in the feeling of her spasming around his cock, not giving her even the slightest chance to object or voice her concerns . He just pushed and pushed and pushed in and out in a repetitive motion, his ragged breath and groans silencing the whimpers and little, desperate cries of her. He was so fucking close, focused only on the way his digits were diving into her pussy, taking him so good, so well.

Or at least that was what he thought.

“Jace…..” she cried once again, but it was for nothing. He sped up even more (it was hardly possible, but again – the adrenaline) and finally blew off inside her, painting her walls with all of his cum, still rocking his hips against her, feeling alive like never before.

“Y/N….” he whispered in a post-coital bliss “Y/N?” it took him a few seconds to realize that he didn’t feel her soft hands on him, caressing him, touching, pulling him in. She was lying like a lifeless log, her eyes blurry, tears running down her cheeks, her whole body quivering.

Oh, fuck…..

“Baby?” his voice suddenly became small and concerned. What did he do? Slowly, not to cause her any additional pain he pulled back and much to his terror notice the blood dripping from her pussy. Fuck square. “Y/N? Baby…..I…..” he hesitated not sure what to say, extending his arm and cupping her cheek caressing it, but it only made her flinch and closed her eyes “Princess, I…. I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t mean to ……”

“Please, get away from me.” she sobbed and he had no choice but to listen, changing his position to lay on the right side of bed “don’t … touch me….”

“Princess, what can I do?” he observed her trembling silhouette as she tried to get out from bed, but her legs gave up on her and she fell to the ground crying even more . “Please, let me help you, what do you need love?”

“JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!” she screamed and gathering all her strength, like a newborn deer stood on the shaking limbs and as fast as she could moved towards the bathroom. The only sound Jason heard after was the click of the lock and muffled sounds of pain.

She was in pain.

She was in pain because of him.

And what was even worse, she tried to tell him, but he did not listen too selfish in his blinding desire.

Fuck.

He had to do something. She could scream at him, curse at him, throw things at him, tell him to go to hell (where he actually was now), but this was his fuckup and he just had to make it right.

“Y/N.” he sprung out of bed and knocked on the bathroom door “Baby, please, open up.”

“GO AWAY!”

“You know I can’t leave you like this. Please. I’m sorry. “

“I said go away!”

“Let me help you.”

“I think you did enough!”

“I really want to make it better.”

“Better?” the door opened rapidly and her broken, vulnerable, pale and exhausted figure came into display “And how are you planning on doing this?”

“I ….. I’ll do anything. I love you.” he pleaded with her but it only made her cry out again, breaking his heart in the process.

“I…. I know you do. I know, Jason.”

“Please, come back to bed. You’re gonna get cold.’ He pointed out. The fact was that her emotional, hurting body and brain prevented her from putting on any piece of clothing and now she was standing in the middle of the bathroom, on the cold tiled floor, absolutely naked, the last drops of blood staining the place where she was standing . “I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to. I promise. I can make you some hot chocolate and maybe we can….. talk about it? Please, baby, please…..”

“I…..” she stuttered. There was nothing that she wanted more than to dive into his arms, to feel his warm embrace and calming touch. She wanted to feel safe with him. But unfortunately that was not an option for the moment. And who knew how long it would take to recover? “I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to think. I just want to get some rest.”

“Do you want me to….?”

“No. I…. I need some alone time. I ….. need to process all this.”

“does It hurt much?”

“What do you think!? Fuck, Jason ,you know you are big and I don’t mean that as a complement now! We talked about it hundreds of times!”

“I’ll take the couch then.”

She only looked him in the eyes one. It was devastating to see so much pain behind his orbs. So much guilt, so much regret. Somewhere deep inside she knew he never meant to hurt her and that treating him this cold was cruel, but she was hurting. Both emotionally and physically and the wound was too fresh to move past this.

“Good night, Jason” she muttered moving towards the bedroom and closing the door tightly, leaving him in the literal dark.

None of them were going to sleep well that night.

Y/N found herself tossing and turning in the bed, not sure what the new day would bring and fighting the urge to just get up, get to him and cuddle in hope the trauma would go away.

Meanwhile Jason was sitting on the floor, leaning his head on her bedroom door, mentally cursing himself and running hands through his head repeatedly.

Could she forgive him?

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youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms · 4 months

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know its for the better

Words: 2733

Warnings: angst, talks of a miscarriage, body image, talks of difficulty staying pregnant, mention of what is technically a still-birth, depression, suicidal thoughts, self-medicating, accidental suicide attempt, probably poor writing and OOC characters but whatever

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Part 2 for "Love Thorns All Over This Rose"

I decided to make this be longer than just two part, so this'll be a sort of mini-series

I just want to leave another TW here: if you have ever suffered through a miscarriage or any type of child loss, please proceed with caution. I do heavily talk about how Y/N feels after suffering through that and do talk about her feeling like a failure of a woman and other things. I just want everyone to know that if you feel triggered by that, I apologize and I don't want anyone to be upset over what I wrote

I also want to say that I personally have never gone through. What I write in this, is purely based off of what I have read in other fics or stories as well as seen people talk online. I am trying not to offend anyone and if I do in any of the part that I talk about those things; I severely apologize.

Reminder that Alfred is dead in this so that's why he isn't here!

The POV here still isn't really consistent. It jumps between being with the Batkids, Bruce, and Y/N's. I tried to make it flow though so hopefully that works!

Reminder that Bruce and Y/N's ages don't matter (I'm not in the mood to deal with that) but; Dick is 31 (and married to Kori but that's not too important), Jason is 25, Tim is 22, Damian is 15, Cass is 24, and Steph is 23

Also a reminder that I also am not too familiar with Duke, so that is why he isn't there much. Mostly just mentioned

Anywho, enjoy

Love Z <3

All that he knew was that he walked in on his dad doing CPR on his mom.

That was all he knew.

That was all Dick knew.

3 Months Ago

Y/N tightened her grip around her purse, the people were following her too closely. She knew this. The light was still out, she kept reminding her that. Kept telling herself that no one would try to kidnap her in broad daylight.

But oh how wrong she was.

She should have known better. She grew up in Gotham. She should have known better.

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Now

Three days had passed since everything happened. Bruce had refused to leave the hospital. He wondered if it was from guilt of not being there for her other times. Or if he was just filling in his obligation as a husband. Or maybe...maybe Dick was right and he was just doing all he could to preserve his image.

But none of that mattered. Bruce was staying until she woke up. Because she had to wake up. He had to show her that he still cared. That he still loved her. That he knows...he knows how much of a horrible person he has been to her for the past month.

He had to make sure she knew that he regretted it. Every word he said to her that night.

But every sign scared him. They had already had to resuscitate her since getting here. The tube was stuck down her throat, helping her to breathe. Nurses looking at him with pity, making him feel foolish for holding out hope that she would be okay. With every look that they gave him, there was a sort of emptiness and despair settling into his stomach.

Almost as if he agreed with them.

But he couldn't. He couldn't be agreeing with them. It wouldn't be useless holding out hope that she would be okay.

He ran his thumb over her palm, his eyes glancing up her arm and body until they landed on the raised skin on her collarbone. His hand that wasn't holding hers, come up to run over it. One of the many reminders of what happened 3 months ago.

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3 Months Ago

Y/N woke up groggily. Her head was pounding and she felt like she had been dropped from a tall building. She blinked, trying to see something, anything, but as her eyes opened, she wished she could go back to seeing nothing.

She was sure that she was in the sewers. The damp and musky smell with the sound of water dripping down the old stone walls and floors around her made her all too aware of where she was. She tried swallowed any saliva, but her mouth was dry. Tears pricked her eyes from pain as she carefully pushed herself up.

Her heart was pounding in her chest as she gingerly touched her stomach. Involuntarily, her own body flinched back from her touch. She felt her air catch in her throat as she felt nothing moving. In the past month or so, her baby had been moving all the time, leading her on to many sleepless nights.

Deep down, she knew. She knew that her baby was dead. And she knew that there was nothing to be done about it.

She jumped back as she heard the sound of shoes pounding against the damp stones. She tried to move away from the only place that someone could come from, but with her hands and legs being tied together, it was harder than expected. She slipped slightly, her side hitting the stone hard.

Three men, with honestly average builds, stalked into the area. She breathed raggedly as she watched them continue towards her. She tried to push away as one grabbed her arm and forcibly pulled her up, a yelp of surprise and pain left her mouth as she was pulled to her feet.

These three men were normal. They weren't some goons or some chemically induced maniacs. They were normal.

And maybe that scared her more.

One of the men, who she assumed was the leader, walked up to her, knife raised. Her eyes darted between him, his associates, and the knife. Any self-defense training that Bruce had taught her, flew out the window as she stood before these men.

"When the situation arises, you'll remember what to do."

That was what Bruce had always told her. But here she was. In the situation and nothing was showing up in her mind as what she was supposed to do.

She leaned back as the guy leaned in but the one with the grip on her arm moved one of his hands to hold her head and make her look at him. She shook as she felt the knife against her collarbone.

A small whimper of pain left her mouth as she felt the knife push deeper, deep enough that it would scar over, before she was pushed back to the ground. The one with the knife gave her a sadistic smile before hoarsely whispering, "We're going to make sure Bruce Wayne finds you dead."

She stared in near terror as she held her hand over where they had sliced and watched as they left just as quickly as they had came.

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Now

Jason stood in a corner away from Y/N's body. Even with the tube gone, she still didn't wake up. Although she had made some developments...some in the past 8 days that she had been in here and everyone had convinced Bruce to go home and get some proper sleep. So now here Jason was, standing in a room where the woman he had allowed to become his mom was laying still.

But he stayed away from her body.

Something he didn't say often was just how scared he can get. He remembers each time he's been absolutely terrified. When Bruce, well Batman, caught him stealing the wheels to the Batmobile. When he was stuck in that warehouse and Bruce didn't make it in time. When he saw Y/N again for the first time since his "death" and he thought that she would hate him for what he had done. When she was taken. Those words he heard Bruce hurling at Y/N.

And right now.

Jason was keeping his composure, but inside, he was a trembling and terrified child. A kid who just needed to know his mom was going to be alright.

Inside, he knew exactly how Damian was feeling.

But as he stared at her body, his mind couldn't stop drifting, remembering what he had heard that night 4 weeks ago. All he could do was wonder what would have happened if maybe, just maybe, he had gotten angry at Bruce for what he heard.

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4 Weeks Ago

It was nearly 2 AM when Jason was going to sneak out of the Manor. Technically, it was easy to do, well...it was once he got passed Bruce and Y/N's room. So, he was as silent as he could be as he passed by. But he stopped in his tracks as he heard the voices from behind the cracked door.

Now, Jason wouldn't say he was noisy. But don't all kids stop and listen whenever they hear their parents arguing?

But they weren't arguing. No. He had heard that before. This wasn't it. This was different.

And it scared him.

He stood by the door as Bruce's voice got louder: "--Well I'm sorry that I'm not here anymore Y/N! But can you fucking blame me?"

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Her voice was low, warning him to think before he spoke.

"You didn't pay attention and got taken. You and your inability to pay attention to your surroundings got our baby killed."

She sucked in a breath, "You think I don't blame myself already, Bruce? Do you think that I don't wonder what would have happened if I just hadn't gone out that day?"

"Please, this doesn't affect you. You're perfectly fucking fine."

"Because I have to be!" She nearly screamed, "One of us has to be a parent to everyone else in this home and we both know it won't be you!"

"They aren't even your kids, Y/N, why do you--"

A loud slap echoed and Jason's hand went over his mouth as he continued to listen.

"Those kids are mine. I am the one who helped raise them. I am the one who has made sacrifices for them! You haven't done shit for them, ever." She let out a choked back laugh, "All I did was ask for you to be here with me, to understand what I am feeling and going through. But of course, you don't understand anything."

"I understand that you killed our baby."

"No Bruce. Those men came after me to hurt you. You are the reason I was taken and lost our baby. But sure," Her voice started to break, "Go on. Blame me. I'm used to you doing that anyways.

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Now

Jason breathed shakily as he grabbed his helmet and stormed out of the room. He knew Dick would be there soon with Damian anyways and he had to get out of there.

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Dick watched as Damian laid curled into Y/N's side. Bruce was, miraculously, still sleeping as he and Damian snuck out to the hospital. He didn't do it much for himself as he did it for Damian, he knew that the kid had a sort of...guilt that he could have done something.

Not that Dick could say anything against that. He felt guilty as well.

Y/N was his mom. He was the oldest son. He should have protected her, that was his job. Dick was the protector. He was always supposed to protect everyone. Y/N and even Bruce included. He already had been in this situation before. The immense guilt of failing to protect Y/N.

He remembers what he thought that first time he was here. Remembers the guilt of already failing to keep Alfred alive and not wanting to fail Y/N.

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3 Months Ago

Dick ran through the sewers, trying to find Y/N. Two days had passed since she had gone missing. All of them had lost sleep trying to find her and now they were searching the sewers for where she could be. He felt like a failure, a bad kid, all because he didn't

He stopped in his tracks as he heard her labored breathing. He turned in the direction that he heard the breathing, his own getting caught in his throat when he saw her laying in the fetal position.

"Mom." He breathed out, rushing to kneel by her side. He gently grabbed her face and looked at her, tears pooling in his eyes. "Mom, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

He failed. Guilt filling with him. Guilt of failing Alfred and now her.

He was a failure and he knew that.

"You-you're not a--"

----

Now

"--A failure."

He stopped and looked at Y/N, his eyes wide. "Mom?"

Her head was turned to the side, a small look of gentle concern on her face. "You're not a failure Dick." She whispered through a hoarse voice, "You didn't fail anyone. Especially not me."

But he shook his head. He did. Not once. But twice. First being after she was taken and now this.

"Dick, stop that. The only person here that failed was me."

He got up and angrily wiped the tears from his eyes, "But I-I just...you never--"

Her hand shakily came up to touch his face, "I'm the one who failed sugar. I should've..."

She stopped, hand leaving his to rub her neck. Out of instinct of all the times waking up from injuries, he grabbed her the bottle of water he had grabbed earlier. Unscrewing the lid, he gently brought it to her lips and she quickly took a gulp of it.

After a moment, she gently held his wrist. "Dick, look at me and believe me when I tell you that it's not your fault. You did nothing wrong." Her grip tighten on his wrist for a moment, "You or your siblings." She glanced over at Damian, her arm wrapped around the kid who was now sleeping. "You all had nothing that you could do." She looked back at him, "Everything that happened, that I did, was nothing to do with you kids. It um...it--"

"Has to do with dad?"

She nodded silently before breathing shakily, "I know Jason heard what Bruce and I said. Ahd I um...I assume that--"

He stopped her, his head shaking. "He didn't tell us anything."

"Oh." She sucked in a breath, "Let's just say, both your father and I say things that we shouldn't have. Not saying they weren't truthful...that deep down we didn't mean each and every word that passed our lips...but you kids aren't to blame."

Dick swallowed hard, "Why did you do it mom?"

Her hand fell from his wrist and she looked away, out to the window. "You don't understand how I felt after everything--"

----

6 Weeks Ago

Y/N silently stared out the window. Her hands mindlessly moving up and down her now flatter stomach. She felt disgusting and like a failure. A failure as a wife and as a mother and...as a woman. She was hurting. Not physically, sure her entire body was in pain, but mentally, she was in much more pain.

Her head snapped as she heard the door open. She saw Bruce standing at the door, an almost uncomfortable look on his face. She shakily looked away, ashamed to even look at him.

She heard his almost scoff, "Y/N, come on. You need to talk about it."

She looked at him slightly before whispering with a strained voice, "So do you."

"Y/N, I didn't...nevermind." She looked away again as he walked further in, "Doctors said that you'll be able to leave soon. By the end of the week at most."

She nodded, "Alright." Her voice nearly numb and void of emotion. She turned her head to him, "You always gonna hate me now?"

Bruce sighed, "I don't...I don't hate you."

"Why not?" Her words started to lace with their own venom, "I lost our baby. Because I'm such a..."

He shook his head, "Don't finish that sentence. You are not a failure baby. It wasn't your fault. None of what happened was your fault. You weren't gonna know that someone was going to come after you.

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Now

"Y/N?" She felt herself freeze when she heard the voice. She kept her eyes everywhere but at the door. She didn't want to see him. Not here. Not now. "Dick can you--"

"Mom doesn't want to see you."

"Dick you don't--"

"Dick it's okay." She whispered, looking at her oldest. "Take Damian down to the food court, force him to eat some junk."

"Mom--"

"Go." She whispered before he silently nodded and grabbed the younger boy, starting to carry him out of the room. She weakly gripped the blanket, "Why are you here?"

"Can I not visit my wife."

She shook her head, "I am not your wife, Bruce." She looked at him angrily, "You're the one who served the fucking papers."

"And I can't--"

"Bruce, you told me that the only reason you were letting me stay in the manor was for the kids. Was so that Damian didn't have to losing another person." She breathed angrily, "You stopped loving me, not the other way around. You're only here to keep up appearances that you are a loving and devoted husband." She leaned forward in his direction, "But I know exactly what you are."

"And what's that?" He challenged.

"A selfish coward who only cares for himself and his image."

He shook his head, "I'm sorry that I made you think so lowly of me."

Tears burned her eyes, "Get out."

"Y/N--"

"Get out, Bruce. Now."

He stood and started for the door, momentarily stopping to look at her. "I still love you, I know what I did and what I said shows otherwise, but all I ask for is one more chance and I'll prove it to you."

Her lip quivered for a moment before she whispered out, "Tell the nurses I woke up."

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sleepydcpeach · 5 months

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just unfair (1) | barry allen⚡

A//N - I didn't think I'd have so much to write about this so this will be a series. My first piece, I have written on Tumblr before but not much. Kinda getting back into the swing of things

warnings are posted for all chapters to come so this chapter is only a few small warnings, mostly angst

“Let me guess, you didn’t wait for orders again and got yourself hurt.” The man in the red suit flashed you a half-hearted smile as he clutched at his side. It seemed to always be the same story with Barry. Finding some way to end up on your table with stitches, bandages, burn cream, whatever it was he seemed to be a target quite often.

“This is going to hurt a bit, I need to dress your ribs.” You explained as he leaned back, his suit torn and his skin ripped.

“Actually, this time, it was something more along the lines of a tree got in my way and trying to go around it and not through it was a lot harder to do than I thought.” You winced at the thought of the impact that would’ve occurred. You began to dab at the wound with warm saline and a towel.

Listening to him go on and on like always, his ramblings were something you had grown accustomed to over the months of knowing Barry.

“Next time you should watch out and listen to me, you’re no help if you’re dead.” Bruce had walked in and made himself known by critisising his squad member.

“How else was I supposed to get her attention.” He grinned at you before screwing his eyes shut in pain at the motion of you cleaning his wound. You shook your head in disapproval but couldn’t hide the smirk that creeped across your lips.

“Get your head on right, before someone gets hurt.” Bruce turned and stormed out, you wanted to say something but bit your lips in an attempt to keep your opinion to yourself.

“Just say it.” Barry broke the awkward silence as he recognised the same expression you always had on your face.

“Say what?” You shrugged as you began placing the dressing on his wound, being very gentle and careful not to press on it.

“You can’t hide it doll, I can see it on your face every time I’m in here with you. You think I’m being reckless.” He said it all actually, it just didn’t feel like it was your place to say that to him.

“When you say it like that you make me sound like I’m the bad guy. I just think, maybe you should be more considerate about how you do things. I can’t help but wonder when the day you come back half dead will be. Or if you even come back at all.” Your heart began to pound against your ribs, anxiety running high as word vomit came out.

“Tell me how you really feel doll.” He teased as he sat up, adjusting himself so slightly in that skin-tight suit. You mentally flogged yourself for taking notice of something dirty in this moment.

“I’m sorry, I just care about you all and don’t want to see anyone get badly hurt. There’s only so much I can do.” You began cleaning your bench, placing his dirty, bloody rags in the bin and steralising your workspace.

Barry always saw the envy you had in your eyes for everyone, their powers and abilities to save the world. He could always tell how badly you wanted to be able to do what they do, but he was thankful you didn’t. The idea of you having powers and at potential risk to lose your life saving someone, he hated to even think it but he was selfish enough to be glad you didn’t. You were just the Justice League nurse.

“So aftercare doc, should I be taking anything? Avoiding anything?”

“Like you even listen to me anyways. No working out, no running at supersonic speed, and make sure you’re careful getting that dressing wet and cleaning it. I’d recommend baths instead of showers to avoid too much exposure to oxygen.”

“Only if you join me.” The pink tint on your cheeks was your weakness, you could never hide your embarrassment, your thoughts. Barry walked out, being very careful not to strain himself too much as he made his way to his room.

You allowed yourself to take a minute and catch your breath, your thighs beginning to gather sweat and arousal as they rubbed together in slight desperation. The thought of Barry taking a hot bath with you, bodies pressed against one another. You needed to stop yourself from letting your imagination take it further.

“Hey doc, how was he?” Canary was always hanging around you, she was the only one who made you feel better on your bad days, besides Barry. She also knew right away when you started to fall for him, constantly finding ways to put you two together. Christmas parties, New Years, she even got you guys to be each others New Years kiss one year but it was nothing crazy.

“Same old flirt, I gotta stop letting him do it. It just eggs me on to like him more.” You double washed your hands after removing your gloves, feeling squeaky clean again and finally back to a clean sterile area.

“You need to do something to show him you’re interested as well. Like the same idea I’ve been suggesting for months now.” You rolled your eyes at her idea, it was too risky, too much on the line for you. It was enough to ruin everything between you and Barry and you weren’t sure what that would mean for your job either.

“I’m just saying, some lingerie, some dirty music, handcuffs—” You bolted towards the door, slamming it shut in attempt to stop any conversation reaching anyone’s ears. Canary wasn’t exactly the quietest person when it came to these conversations.

“Everyone knows about it, he isn’t this way with the others. You’ve seen it yourself, he has a thing for you.”

“I don’t want it to just be a thing Canary! I need to know there’s more there than just want, need and lust. Otherwise what is the point?” You didn’t like raising your voice but it couldn’t be helped sometimes.

The intercom beeped and Bruce’s voice was heard overhead.

“Dinner is ready.” You and Canary left without another word to each other, but your eyes said it all.

Dinner flew by quickly, everyone conversing about their recent victory in battle, sharing their personal hits and wins was something you always enjoyed listening too. It made you feel like you were there as well with them. You had requested to come with them in field to take care of them if they ever got injured but Bruce and Superman didn’t like that idea.

Everyone was at the table eating but Barry hadn’t come down yet, you almost felt like he was avoiding you. But you chose to bury that feeling deep down.

“Hey doc, why don’t you take Barry’s dinner to him. He’s probably caught up watching something.” Hal smirked at you, everyone seemed to be away of your feelings for him and took advantage of embarrassing you when they could. Canary threw her breadroll at Hal to shut him up. You paid no attention and grabbed the plate of almost cold food now, walking down the corridor to his room and knocking lightly.

The door opened before you finish knocking, Barry standing before you with dripping wet hair. His sweats hung loosely around his waist, a small blonde trail of hair from his navel sneaking under the band of his sweats. It wasn’t the first time you had caught him like this, but he seemed to enjoy torturing you with it. You audibly gulped at the sight, a fresh bandage wrapped around his torso.

“Well took you long enough.” He smirked, allowing you to step into his room and watching you place his food down on his nightstand. You avoided any eye contact with him, worried he’d see right through you.

“I thought you might be hungry. It’s important you rest and fuel your body in order to get better. You won’t be going back into the field until you’ve recovered to my standard. When I give you clearance then you can return.” You watched his brows furrow as his door slammed shut.

“I think in this case I don’t think you have that authority to decide that dollface.” You cringed but melted at his pet name he loved to call you. It was better than everyone calling you doc. You weren’t really a doctor, you were technically a nurse but you had become their full time medic after Bruce found you on the streets years ago.

It was a tough time but you managed to fight through it all and get to a great place in life where you weren’t anxious or fearing about where your next meal would come from, where you would sleep for the night.

“Actually I spoke with Bruce and he agreed with me. So if you have an issue then you can take it up with him. You’re not wriggling out of this one Flash.” You rarely used his hero name, it only happened when having a professional conversation with him and it seemed appropriate to do so.

You didn’t notice the way he had slinked closer to you in the moments of discussion, the way your back had met the wall without a thought as he cornered you. His frame was much larger than the average guy you’d know, muscles and veins covered his body from head to toe, it only made you think about what was hidden behind those pants.

You needed to get your mind out of the gutter, but the way he was closing in on you made both your heartbeats throb in sync.

“I’ll make you a deal doll, you sleep in my bed with me for a week while I recover and I won’t even touch my suit.” You almost jumped up and down with glee screaming yes over and over again but you didn’t want to seem eager nor were you sure he was being serious. It was always hard to tell with Barry.

“A week? You won’t be back on your feet for at least 3 weeks.”

“3 weeks it is then. What do you say doll? Deal?” He leaned against the wall, one arm holding him up on his good side as he flashed you the toothiest grin he possibly could. Eyes slightly darkening as they searched for your answer in your eyes.

“Okay but we need some ground rules first.” You weren’t sure what he was trying to do or if you did know and just didn’t want to get too far ahead of yourself.

“Number one, you have to be naked.”

“What!?” You covered your mouth at your own outburst, worried someone might overhear.

“Thems the rules dollface, I sleep naked all the time. Think of it as winter training, your body regulates more heat from being naked.” You rolled your eyes, of course he was mansplaining health advice to the nurse. You moved around him, careful not to bump him and taking a seat on his bed. It felt weird, you were rarely ever in his room. Not for this long anyways unless he had run off with something of yours to stir you up.

“Rules, clothes are always to remain on. Two, pillow wall is not to be crossed.”

“Pillow wall?” He raised a brow, arms crossing his chest and his arms bulging, you wanted to wrap your legs around him and have him fuck you against the wall until you forgot your own name.

“Yes a pillow wall. I don’t like people in my space. Three, lights out at ten. Ten-thirty at the latest. I am on a very strict routine. Any questions?” You pointed your finger at him in a demanding manner, hoping your serious face wouldn’t faulter.

“How clothed is clothed?” You threw a pillow at him in frustration before storming out of his room, hearing his laugh boom down the hallway after you.

‘Week One’

As promised you held up your end of the deal with Barry, agreeing to sleep in his bed with him for the next 21 days when he was deemed fit. You weren’t sure why you agreed to it, well that wasn’t true. You agreed because this was the first time you felt you had a chance to find out how he really felt about you besdies the harmless flirting and random compliments.

You made your welcome known, bringing in your own pillows even though he argued his pillows were better. You just knew he didn’t like the pink crowding his room.

“Hey this is what you agreed to.” Was all you argued when he continued to complain about his room now being 80% pink. You had made yourself at home, and you knew he already regretted it. After spending most of your day moving everything into his room and bathroom you finally got to relax. Laying down on the soft mattress that soothed your sore back, you almost forgot he was laying right next to you.

“So should we talk bathroom schedule? Because this bathroom doesn’t lock, so if you’re taking too long in there and I need to be, you’re gonna be in for a treat.” You tried not to shade pink at the thought of his cock being pulled out right in front of you. Even if it wasn’t for the reason you wanted.

“I’ll try not to hog the bathroom, but please knock at least to give me time to either run out or cover my eyes. I don’t need to be scarred by your micropenis.” You giggled as you watched his jaw drop.

“I’ll have you know that I’m very well endowed. Don’t make me whip it out just for you doll.” You so badly wanted him to pull it out, you tried to think of something else to change the subject.

“So your wound will need to be redressed every two days after this week and then after the next week we’ll see how it goes without a dressing and go from there. It needs a bit of exposure to help it heal. It shouldn’t be too bad though.” You wanted to move on and just let yourself settle for a bit, still feeling on edge about laying in the same bed as Barry.

“Sounds good doll, you feel like watching a movie? Nothing girly, but I’ll let you pick. And I’ll fix us some snacks—ugh.” You were quick to stop Barry from getting up, grabbing hold of his bicep and stomach to hold him and slowly pull him back down to the comfort of his pillows.

“Okay big guy, you definitely need to be taking it easy. I’ll fix us some snacks, and get you something for the pain as well. Wait here and pick something, but it has to be a romcom at least.” His gleeful smile turned into a pouty face at your request for a movie. You made your way to the kitchen, looking through drawers and cupboards to see what was available to eat. Something carb loaded and full of sugar or salt.

“Day one, boy are you guys gonna be annoying to live with for the next few weeks.” You didn’t notice Hal standing there with Martian and Kendra eyeing you down as you happily waddled into the kitchen.

“Annoying how?”

“Like I wanna hear you two fucking all the time. My room is right next to his, the last thing I need to hear is ‘keep thrusting your micropenis in me’ all night.” You knew Hal was just trying to get everyone to laugh at him and pick on you. It made you a little stung actually that he was poking fun at Barry, that was your right only.

“Actually I think you’d hear something a bit more along the lines of ‘oh fuck! Oh fuck! Yes right there Barry! Fuck! Fuck me harder Barry, fuck me just like that please! I’m cumming! I’m cumming—”

“Whose coming?” You jumped at Barry’s voice from behind you, yelping as you slammed your back against the fridge.

“What are you doing up? You need to be resting.” You growled as you got up in his space, pointing your finger at him in a demanding manner.

“Well it wasn’t fair that the person you were pretending to fuck wasn’t in the room. So thought I’d come join and see what I’m in for.” You grabbed the band of his pants, pulling him out of the room and back to his own bed.

“I loved hearing you scream my name by the way, that’s something I’d only ever dreamed of.” You wanted to slap him, you had never been so humiliated before. Your eyes actually began burning from losing sensation and tears beginning to brim. You let go of Barry, standing with your back facing him and slightly hunched over. It went quiet, really quiet. He stopped talking when he noticed you weren’t moving or reacting anymore.

“Dollface I didn’t—I wasn’t trying to make you upset. I thought we were kidding around. I wouldn’t actually expect anything from you just cause we are sharing a bed.” The silence was louder than anything you’d heard. You felt him touch your shoulder, he had never seen you cry before. Not directly, instead of allowing him to apologuse and comfort you, you chose to lock yourself in your office.

Barry knew he could’ve stopped you from doing so, his ability to outrun you his advantage. But he didn’t want to hurt you more than he already had.

You had been hidden in your office for majority of the day, Barry had tried knocking and getting you to come out but when he got no response chose to leave you alone. Everyone tried, Canary, Martian, even Bruce when he got back from his mission. When they realised they weren’t going to get you out of there they decided to wait it out.

“She’s been in there all day, no food. Nothing. I don’t know what to do.”

“Have you thought maybe using that thick head of yours to-I don’t know-apologise sincerely? Maybe pour your heart out a little so she can see you’re vulnerable.”

“Vulnerable?” Kendra rolled her eyes, feeling like she was talking to a brick wall she gestured for him to leave and go try you again.

You had been reorganising your drawers and cabinets, something that just made you feel a bit better when things were tough. Barry knocked on your door once again, waiting for a minute to hopefully hear your voice or at least the lock click.

“Doll…please let me in. I really just want you to know, I care about you. I appreciate you and I never meant to make you feel humiliated or bad about what I said. It wasn’t right. I love you like you’re my own blood you know?” His own blood. He felt about you the way he would a sister, or a mother. Not a potential lover, a potential girlfriend or wife even. It hurt, it really did but you didn’t want to keep punishing him.

You clicked the door, opening it and he practically threw himself onto you. Arms so big and snug, it made you feel safe and warm. His nose pressed against your neck, inhaling your scent and releasing a sigh of relief. You couldn’t not forgive him, but you were hesistant about sharing a bed with him now that nothing would ever come of it.

But maybe this was your chance to change his mind about you. So it would seem that Canary’s idea might just work after all.

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dayasusays · 2 months

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“body paint”

dick grayson x reader

words : 678

tw / cw : ??angst

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you come up behind him and hug him, pressing your breasts just below his shoulder blades, as if you were hiding from a man's gaze. he doesn't even turn round; he just sighs and covers his eyes, hoping that everything will be alright.

dick doesn't dare to start, but he knows what you want to say.

he always called you predictable and you laughed. is it your problem that he knows you inside and out?

"we need to talk," you start, resting your hands on grayson's waist and nervously twiddling your thumbs; he gently touches the back of your hand, stroking it and nodding faintly.

"about what?"

"all of it, obviously," you chuckle bitterly, pulling away. dick turns and looks into your eyes, god, what beautiful eyes you have. he could stare into them for hours, searching for his reflection and enjoying the way they run awkwardly every time he calls you beautiful, wonderful, tender...

"i love you," you interrupt his stream of admiring thoughts with one phrase.

and you're not lying. you know you're not lying, and grayson knows it too; he smiles and strokes your cheek with his thumb, noticing the way you hold back your tears.

he always thought you were a crybaby, but now he realises he wants to cry too.

dick wants to burst into tears, clutching at you and begging you to forgive him for all the things he could have done.

"i love you too," he almost confesses, forcing himself to smile, "we're good, love?"

you nod softly and smile back as tears blur in front of your eyes. you wipe them from your lashes and the first thing that comes into view is the collar of his ironed shirt.

the colour of the suit you chose for him perfectly accentuates his waist and elongated face. he looks wonderful, though sad.

dick'll never admit how much it pains him to realise that you're equally screwed up. he can't blame you, he can't blame himself... it seems the only one to blame here is god himself.

"what are we gonna do about it?"

"about what? our flat? our dog? our job?"

grayson just laughs quietly because he knew you'd say that. one question follows not one counter question, but four.

"can't we work it out?" he whispers, leaving a kiss on your forehead that says it's okay, "we've solved this before."

"yeah," you sigh, lowering your gaze, "i wish i could say we will, but..."

dick nods silently.

you didn't work it out, and you both know it. you've kept it quiet, brushed it aside, hoping that the resentment would go away, but it's only grown, spreading unpleasantly inside you and preventing you from moving forward; you remember every word he said that hurt you and he remembers every disappointed look you gave him and every remark you made.

this situation is sticky, unpleasant, it stays on your tongue with something astringent; it's almost like a canvas with fresh paint that you want to walk on without getting your feet dirty.

you don't want to leave a trace after the situation. you want to keep it quiet so that the pain in your heart and the bitterness on your tongue won't be there.

you both just want to end this cleanly, without a single mark on the cold floor of your flat.

"i love you," he starts now after a short pause, "it's just that everything has made me just..."

"exhausted," you pick up, averting your gaze, "we're both complicated people."

no one said it was going to be easy when you bonded with each other.

dick calls you by your name and your name has never sounded so bitter.

he nods, opening his arms in anticipation of a hug; you take a step forward when you feel something sticky and coloured under your bare feet.

you realise you're dirty when white paint runs down your knee.

and dick grayson doesn't leave you alone like that; he steps into that paint too, sighing heavily and realising that you won't come out clean.

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alienguts · 8 months

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Kintsugi (Bruce Wayne x f!Reader)

Summary: Bruce takes Y/N out for lunch to make up for his moping.

Warnings: mild angst, mentions of breakups, feelings and shit

Request?: sort of, a few people asked for a sequel so here we are

A/N: I haven't been writing a whole lot recently because I had a lot of work and study related things to do, but that's now over and I have a five day weekend ahead of me so I can finally get things done!

1 - Picking Up the Pieces | 2 - Kintsugi | 3 - Stay with Me

Bruce had lost track of how many times he’d looked at his watch in the past hour while sitting alone in the cafe. Y/N did say that she would be running late, but he didn’t think she meant this late. He decided to wait another twenty minutes before texting to see where she was.

Is this what being stood up feels like? Bruce wondered, thinking back to the numerous times he’d skipped out on meetings and dates for other commitments. His mind couldn’t help but drift back to the times he’d stood Y/N up for other commitments, whether that was work at Wayne Enterprises, the Batsignal, or another woman.

Guilt washed over him as he remembered how disappointed she’d been when he turned down her offers to hang out, not noticing when she was in need of a friend or for him to be more than a friend. He’d never realised how lonely she was and had always tried to push the sad look in her eyes from his mind, but he’d been so blinded by love - no, lust, desperation - to see that she was the one who’d supported him this whole time, who truly understood him and knew what his soul looked like.

He was just about to leave when the door clicked open and a rush of footsteps approached him. Bruce looked up from his phone, about to text Y/N when he saw her standing in front of her, her hair a mess from the wind and her shoulders shuddering with each breath.

“I tried to get here as fast as I could,” she said between pants. “There was an accident a few blocks down so I had to take a detour.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Bruce said, smiling softly as he stood up to greet her. “I’ve been late for everything so it gives me a taste of my own medicine.”

Y/N let out a huge sigh of relief and took the chair across the table from Bruce, sinking into it as her muscles relaxed again. She briefly looked around at their surroundings, feeling a little out of place in the cafe Bruce had picked. She was used to frequenting diners and Starbucks rather than the grand patisseries that Bruce could afford.

“I already ordered for us,” Bruce said, snapping her out of her thoughts. “If that’s okay.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Y/N said, smiling at him. “You always know what I like anyway.”

His heart fluttered when she smiled at him. It felt like something that had been missing his whole life but had been there the whole time.

If only he hadn’t been so foolish not to see it.

Their lunch date was just like old times: two old friends talking about how their lives had been and what they were planning to do later on in the week. It was as if they’d never been apart, as if Bruce had never taken Y/N’s friendship for granted. He’d pretty much forgotten about the events of the night before and he’d almost forgotten about Selina. Almost.

That wound in his heart wasn’t likely to heal any time soon, and rushing into something with Y/N wouldn’t be fair for her. He needed time to grieve the relationship and piling all of that onto her would be a bad start to a new relationship. Especially one with his oldest and best friend.

“Y/N,” he started after an extended quiet moment. “I wanted to apologise to you.”

“What for?” Y/N asked, stopping as she reached for her cup.

“For taking you for granted for all this time.”

Y/N shot him a confused look. “I’m not sure I understand,” she said.

“Every time I went through a rough patch in a relationship or a breakup, I would always come running to you for comfort,” Bruce said, keeping eye contact with her so she could see how sincere he was. “But I never did the same for you. Whenever you needed someone to be there for you, I wasn’t.”

“Maybe I didn’t need someone to be there for me,” Y/N said. “I know how busy you are.”

“Yes, but a true friend would drop everything for a friend who needs them. And I’m sorry that I was never there for you.”

“Bruce, you don’t have to be sorry for anything, I understand why you can’t always be around whenever I’m moping.”

“But I should be,” Bruce said, drawing the attention of some of the other diners around them. “I should be there for you because you’re always there for me. I feel like I’ve taken advantage of you and I don’t want to keep doing that.”

“I don’t want you to either,” Y/N said, her voice quiet as she looked down at the table. “I cried so much when you left last night. I felt like I was stuck in this endless loop of you breaking up with someone and coming to cry on my shoulder before going off to the next one.”

And I want to be the next one, she stopped herself from saying. Her throat felt thick like she’d swallowed a spoonful of molasses and couldn’t get it to go down. She wanted to tell Bruce how she felt about him, but not right in the middle of a cafe and not when he’d just been left at the altar. It would probably eat her up inside until she felt the time was right, but she’d endure it. Even if that meant waiting years for Bruce to be ready to love again.

“I’m sorry,” he said, pulling her back to the room with him. “I’m sorry I put you through that. I want to be a better friend to you and I’m going to be a better friend.”

When Y/N didn’t respond, Bruce excused himself from the table to pay for the cheque. A single tear spilt from her eye once he was far away enough for her to not notice and was quickly wiped away with a napkin. This wasn’t how she had hoped the afternoon to go, and she was sure it wasn’t how Bruce wanted it to go either. After making sure she didn’t look like she was on the verge of tears, she gathered her things and joined Bruce at the counter who was ready to go.

“You feeling okay?” he asked when she approached him. She just nodded in reply. “We should get going.”

Bruce drove Y/N home and walked her up to her apartment, keeping close to her every step. His fingers brushed against hers occasionally, sending sparks up his arm and making his body run warm. They walked up the stairs to her floor in silence, the sound of their footsteps the only sound until they reached Y/N’s apartment and she fished her keys out of her pocket.

“Lunch didn’t end the way we’d hoped, huh?” Bruce said, trying to lighten the mood. “I really am sorry. About yesterday. And today.”

“It’s okay,” Y/N said. “You’ve been hurt, you probably haven’t been thinking clearly.”

“Thanks for understanding, Y/N,” he said with a smile.

“Thanks for lunch,” she said in response before stepping forward to hug him.

Bruce eagerly accepted her hug, wrapping his strong arms around her tightly and resting his cheek on the top of her head. He breathed in the scent of her shampoo and the perfume that he knew she always dabbed behind her ears and let himself relax into her body. Hugging Y/N felt natural to him, but for some reason, it felt even more natural now. Like she was home and was welcoming him back to her after being away for so long.

Without thinking, he shifted his head to softly kiss the top of her head and let his lips linger before she moved away from him. She looked at him wide-eyed, hoping he wouldn’t misinterpret her response before letting her gaze move down to his lips. Her chest rose and fell as her heartbeat sped up and Bruce moved one of his hands from her back to her face, brushing the backs of his fingers against her cheek and moving to gently hold her jaw. Just as he leaned his face into hers, her eyes fluttered closed and her lips parted, waiting for him to make contact.

She felt his forehead against hers first, then his nose brush against hers before he softly captured her lips. Her heart skipped a beat before she relaxed into him, returning his kiss. It was gentle and chaste, but exactly what she’d wanted for years. And all it took was the man she’d loved her whole life getting left at the altar by her rival in love.

The kiss was over just as soon as it had begun. Bruce had pulled away from her just enough to still feel his breath on her skin, his hands still on her but full of restless energy. She knew he would have to go but she just wanted one more minute of feeling like he was hers.

“I should get going now,” Bruce said, his voice soft and quiet. “Alfred will be wondering why I’m taking so long.”

“It’s okay,” Y/N said as she let him move away from her. “Um, we should do this again soon.”

No, it’s too soon, Y/N, she told herself.

“Y’know, when you’re ready, of course,” she added quickly. Bruce smiled at her and took her hand.

“I’ll always make time for you,” he said warmly. “I told you, I want to make up the past ten years to you.”

“I’d like that,” she said as she opened her apartment door behind her and slowly backed into it. “So, see you soon?”

“See you soon,” Bruce said and watched her go before making his way down the hall and stairs and back to his car.

Once the door had closed, Y/N again slid down against it, this time in triumph rather than sorrow. It was too early to know for sure, but she knew that she didn’t have to live in dread of Bruce blowing her off for some other fling again. She finally knew what it was like to be close to him, to have him kiss her, even if it was so briefly. Her fingers drifted up to her lip, still tingling from his kiss as if she couldn’t believe that it had happened. But it had, and hopefully, it would happen many more times in the future.

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ravcns · 2 years

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My God I’m So Lonely

Batfam x batsis!reader

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Jason thought by now everyone would be on speaking terms, they weren’t. Now it was his job to fix that, he felt bad in a way for letting the problem go this far. Jason understood more than anyone your frustrations and if he were you he would never forgive them, except he needed you to. Hypocritical, he knew.

What Jason could think about is the countless occasions this family has failed one another, believing the legacy of that should end here.

You did miss your family, college life was a bitch. Though you did not regret your choice to leave, the actions felt like constant disrespect and you needed to choose a path in life.

Guilt, a strong feeling which was currently eating you as you tried to finish typing your thesis paper. Across the room your roommate spoke up, “y/n keep that up and you’ll get wrinkles.” At this you realized your face had been locked in a scowl for majority of the time that was spent typing, sitting back you stare at pictures of happier moments on the wall.

“Maybe you should visit them.”

“Who?”

“Your family, everytime you come back from lectures you just mindlessly stare at those pictures. It’s normal to be homesick y/n.”

For the rest of the week that one word occupied your thoughts, homesick. When at the manor you were sick of your so called “home”, so this came as a shock to you. Mind going between the fact that you were crazy to even consider it and how eventually you would end up seeing them again. As hurt as you felt it’s not like you could avoid them forever, subconsciously pushing the idea off until you caved.

How does one go about contacting a family with a nonexistent relationship. You could only think about how you were worlds apart from them. Y/n a regular civilian, besides the fact that Bruce Wayne adopted you. Then again “regular” people didn’t have to cling on to the small strings of sanity they had left in big mansions, the walls closing in. “Stop it.” You thought to yourself, there was no pushing this off any longer. For the sake of Alfred who looked a bit more on the sad side last time he visited, you caved.

It was almost like that day. A small child looking up at a big scary castle that would take her pain away, a scared adult looking at the mansion of her rich adoptive father which caused her the very same pain. The place that was supposed to protect you like a princess locked away in the walls of a castle, drove you over the edge.

The sound of you knocking made you cringe at how quiet it was, straightening your spine at the oncoming chills. Upon opening the door you were yanked into a bone crushing hug by Alfred then he led you inside. Damian was one of the first to notice yelling out, “See father I told you l/n would be back!” Then hugging you which confused you since you didn’t think that he liked you, believing that you were below Tim on his list. Slowly the family trickled into the main room. Dick’s face looked older than he was, as if the stress had finally got to him. “I’m sorry.” He whispered as he pulled you into a hug.

Tim and Bruce were discussing something when they walked in, a boyish smile gracing Tim’s features. He too joined in on the hug. At the end of the day you couldn’t hold him at fault for the real problem.

Everyone stepping away when Bruce came over with a relived expression. This time you were the one who hugged him, it would take time to fix things but this was a start.

From the top of the stairs someone watched the display below with a smile. If it were up to him Jason would have locked you all in an escape room.

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