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coaaster · 3 months

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Cold Sheets;

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!Reader

Rating: E (18+ - minors DNI!)

Word Count: ~1560

Summary: Jason wakes up to an empty bed.

Warnings: Smut (hinted at and described in one scene), possibly OOC Jason, reader described working as a nurse, self-indulgent ngl, slight angst with a happy ending :)

A/N: I’m in love with Jason Todd, it’s actually a problem.

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Last night was probably one of the best (and hardest) moments of Jason Todd’s life.

You and Jason have been in a long standing, strictly friends-with-benefits relationship. Recently, though, there’s been more emphasis on the friends part, with the two of you occasionally going over to each other’s houses just to hang out and spend the night. After patrol last night, and upon returning to his depressingly empty apartment, Jason called you. And this time, not for a booty call. He knew you would’ve just finished a late night shift as a nurse, so you were no doubt looking to return home and sleep. But after a particularly gruelling patrol, Jason needed to know that you were alive and breathing.

The feeling in his chest when he thought about you while on patrol couldn’t be ignored anymore. Though Jason was the one to set such strict boundaries on your relationship, he couldn’t help but feel you needed to know his feelings had changed. He wanted more with you. But he wouldn’t tell you that tonight. For now, he just needed you in his arms. That thought alone was the only one keeping his guilt at bay for keeping you awake just a little longer. You answered the phone, clearly exhausted, but warm to the idea of going to Jason’s to sleep.

And, for all intents and purposes, Jason would have let you do just that. His cock was half hard already from the adrenaline rush of patrolling, but it shouldn’t have mattered. He could see how exhausted you were as you walked through the door. But as soon as he had you in his arms, his mouth on yours, he couldn’t stop himself. His tongue was in your mouth, and despite the obvious exhaustion on your face, you responded just as enthusiastically, understandably tense from another long shift.

“Need you, baby.” Jason whispers into your mouth, before fucking you every which way he could on any surface, until finally ending up in his bed.

Jason noticed the sex between you two getting noticeably softer over the months, inevitably leading up to this particular night. With your soft voice calling out his name, both your hands intertwined and your pussy seemingly extra snug this night, a confession had basically been pulled out of him. How much he needed and wanted you, how he couldn’t sleep tonight without knowing you were okay. How he wanted more. So much for waiting to tell you. Sweat dripped from Jason’s brow as he fucked into you so deep that you (hopefully) couldn’t think too hard on his words. The occasional comment on how tight and wet and perfect your pussy was for him was sprinkled in here and there, of course. But you, smart as you were, knew that this wasn’t just a sex thing, and you looked deep into his eyes and whimpered that you felt the same. That you needed him, worried about him when he was out on patrol. Your own winded confession had Jason coming on the spot. It was almost embarrassing if you didn’t look so cock-drunk because of it. You both lasted another round, Jason whispering more sweet nothings into your ear and you whimpering out in overstimulation. You both fell asleep wrapped up in each other's arms.

Upon waking up, Jason’s chest warms at how last night turned out. You very easily could have rejected him, could have said that you didn’t want his feelings on top of the amazing sex. But you didn’t. Yet when he turns to look at the other side of the bed, his chest goes cold. It’s empty. The sheets are rumpled, and when he runs a hand over them, they’re cold to the touch. He checks his phone quickly to see if you’ve left a message, or the nightstand for a notepad with your writing on it. Surely you would have left a message if you had gone out. But both are empty.

Jason sighs in resignation and wonders. Maybe he did come on too strong. You probably just wanted to have some nice, stress-relieving sex after a long shift, free of feelings, and then sleep. Or maybe it was just a heat of the moment thing for you, Jason thinks. That thought hurts Jason more than he cares to admit.

Jason grumbles as he gets up, pulling on some briefs lying on his chair of yet-to-be-folded laundry. He lives alone, so the action is unnecessary, but he doesn’t feel particularly up to seeing his naked self in the mirror. Not so soon after last night, anyway.

When Jason goes to walk through his bedroom door, he hears a clattering sound coming from the kitchen. Immediately, Jason thinks there must be an intruder. What else could it possibly be?

Momentarily forgetting that his apartment has one of the best security systems in the city, Jason turns the corner, armed with a candle holder. It’s not a gun, but in the hands of a trained killer, it would do. Chose the wrong house on the wrong fucking day, buddy, Jason thinks.

But upon entering the kitchen, Jason sees… you? You’re humming under your breath, standing over a fresh pot of coffee, dressed in… is that his shirt?! Jason can’t help the little skip in his chest at the sight of you. Well, this is infinitely better than an intruder. He was so sure you’d left, too overwhelmed with the knowledge of his feelings for you. But you’re here. He never should have doubted you.

Jason chuckles, dumping his makeshift weapon on to a side table. You jump at the sound, turning to see a very much awake Jason Todd.

“Oh! Morning, I made us some coff-“ Jason’s arms wrap around your waist, head buried into the crook of your neck. “-ee?” You wrap your arms around Jason’s shoulders, running a hand through his undercut.

“Everything okay?” you whisper lightly, listening to the sounds of Jason’s breathing. He turns his head, burying his nose into your hair instead.

Jason hums an affirmative and pulls back to look you in the eye. “Thought you left without saying goodbye this morning,” he says, half joking as if to not worry you. He lifts a hand from your waist, his fingers running over your cheek and down your jaw in the hopes of distracting you from his concern. It doesn’t work, because you know him so well. You hold his hand against your cheek, turning your head to press a kiss to his palm.

“Nah, I just needed my morning coffee.” You kiss his hand again, “Probably would’ve woken you up if I was going somewhere, anyway.” Jason hums, satisfied with your answer. You clear your throat.

“So, about last night…” Jason’s face drops. He knew this conversation was coming, but he would’ve appreciated a bit of a roll around in the sheets before it happened.

Jason returns his hands to your waist and looks you in the eye. “If it’s too much for you, we can just ignore it.” Though it hurts Jason to say, he knows it’s true. He could pretend to never have said what he did, and even abandon the whole ‘with-benefits’ part of your friendship. As long as he got to be near you, that was enough.

You raise your eyebrows in response. “Oh.” You look disappointed for a moment. “Well. I was going to say that if you really meant what you said last night, then you should probably take me out on a date, but…”

Jason’s face blanks. “Wait, what?” That was not the direction he thought this conversation was taking. His heart beats faster in anticipation.

You blink up at him. “What do you mean, what? Hang on, were you just saying that to get off or-“

“No, no, of course not, I-“ Jason breaths in slowly and then looks back at you. “Okay, yeah, you’re right.”

You’re bewildered for a moment but Jason quickly explains.

“Let me take you out on a date. A proper one.” He steps in closer, cupping your face. “I did mean everything I said last night. I want more with you. So- fuck, I’ve never done this before.”

You roll your eyes playfully, muttering a clearly under your breath, which Jason pinches you on the cheek for in jest.

Jason’s grinning now, and a smile is spreading on your face, too, “Let me take you to that Italian place you always talk about. Tonight.”

You tap your chin as if in thought, “Hmm, I don’t know, I’m pretty busy tonight…”

“Liar.”

You gasp dramatically at his accusation, but he’s smiling, at least. Considering he knows your schedule back to front, you’re not surprised he would call you out so quickly.

You pull him closer by his thick waist, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. The tops of his cheeks turn a shade of red and you can’t help but think that, despite Jason’s large size, he was still so fucking cute.

“Yes, Jason Todd. Take me out to dinner.”

Jason looks down at your smiling face, wraps his large hands around your waist and sighs. He leans down to kiss you, without the intention of it leading to more. Because he can just do that now.

Scratch what Jason said about last night. This is the best moment of his life.

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#jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #dc #red hood #jason todd #dc fanfic #dc fanfiction #jason todd fluff #i’m gnawing at the bars of mY enclosure to get to this man #dc drabble #jason todd drabble #jason todd x reader drabble #jason todd u silly goose how could u EVER think i’d leave you behind

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anothertimdrakestan · 2 years

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My Home - Jason Todd x Reader

Request: @the-midnight-duck "hi! so i love ur work and i was wondering if i could request jason todd and the song hide by juice WRLD?"

"Don't look at me all shocked Drake, you should've known this was coming."

"I- I guess I did... but, Jason you're like insane. And now you're getting ready to propose? I mean, Y/N is great don't get me wrong but I guess I didn't think you'd ever settle down."

"Whatever bird brain, you're too young to get it."

"So explain it Jace."

"You know when you've had like an insane battle, and you're exhausted, and every bone in your body is aching to go home? My body aches for her. I'd run to her, that's home."

"Damn. What about all the partying and shit?"

"I don't miss them at all, they just were distractions to take the pain away but she does that. She lets me lose control and it's not scary, 'cuz I trust her always."

"So you're gonna like settle down Todd? House, kids, Red Hood all done?"

"Never said that. We don't know what we want or where we're going but it's fine. Two lost souls but we have each other so it doesn't matter. God you're so thick skulled sometimes Drake."

"And she's okay with all your... issues?"

"Fuck's that supposed to mean?"

"Like your night job, the trauma, you dyi-"

"She knows everything. And loves me through it."

"All your demons?"

"Every last one."

"Then you're damn lucky Jason. Sometimes it feels like girls like that are hard to find."

"You'll find your home soon Timbers. And once you do I swear you'll get what I'm talking about. It changes everything. Seriously. When I fight it's to protect her, her world. She gives me purpose."

"I'm gonna start recording this you softie."

"You know I'd kick your ass."

"Y/N wouldn't like that lover boy."

"Add it to the list. *Cocks gun*"

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dearest-dirt · 2 years

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Moments Between Lovers (Arkham Knight x Reader)

Warning: Mentions that the Reader is naked.

Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 528

Masterlist

Author’s Note: Hi! I’m going to do a series of small drabbles with the same title but with different characters. I changed this from 3rd person to 2nd person POV, so let me know if you catch any mistakes. I hope you enjoy it! Bestie, please reblog!

Summary: Tenderness and sweet physical gestures, also some angst and longing.

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The room was dark, there was barely any yellow street light peeking in through the blind. Your naked, sweaty body was pressed right onto his side. The cold suit was warm from where your legs and arms were intertwined with his, where your body made contact with his. Your fingers were drawing over the white Arkham Knight symbol on his chest, over and over again ingraining it into your mind. His gloved hands were running through your hair, gently and almost ghost-like. Listening to you breathing, gave him a sense of calm that he doesn’t know he needs. Not a word is spoken. It seems like eternity that you stay in that position, neither wanting to move in case this is a dream and the other won't be there as soon as either one moves.

You untangle yourself from him at last and start getting up to look at the time on the side of the bed. “The sun will come up soon,” you said, laying down again on the bed but keeping a distance this time.

“Hunn,” he grunts mechanically from behind the mask, not only from the loss of your contact but, also, from not wanting to make the effort of moving or getting up.

“You should go, otherwise it'll be impossible once the sun comes up. Unless you’re planning on staying until the sun goes down again,” you said jokingly, hoping he would stay.

He doesn’t respond, but just pushes himself off the bed. He’s not staying, he never stays. You watch him as he starts putting back the weapons and the pieces of his armor he tossed aside earlier. After he’s done, he stares at you from behind his mask; all the cockiness and bravado gone, leaving just his feelings and emotions for him to deal with.

“I’ll see you later,” he mutters.

“Wait,” you say as you sit up and move towards him at the edge of the bed in one swift movement.

You grab his masked face and pull him close, kissing him right where his lips would be. How was he suppose to function when you were doing things like this? You pulled away and stared at where his eyes were under the mask. He didn’t even notice that his arm had snaked around you, pulling you in closer to him in a sort of exasperated desperation. He lets go as soon as he realizes what he’s doing. He stares at you again before running his gloved fingers gently down the side of your face, stopping to let his thumb graze over your lips in a devotional effort to remember them and learn their curvature. He dropped his hands and without saying anything made his way out of the room and through the unlocked window, knowing fully well that he would be back in your arms in a few days. He couldn’t stay away, he didn’t want to.

You go back to bed, the dark room slowly starts becoming a little lighter, “I love him” escaping your lips as you drift off into slumber with the sound of the Arkham Knight’s mechanical voice and cold touch haunting you. I love him.

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the-hopeless-fanboy · 7 months

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And I can’t let you go~ Batjokes drabble

Joker's nails press into the hard leather of Batman's boot, tightly gripping his feet and cape. He was breathing heavily. He was hurt and bloody, they both were. Joker couldn’t even lift his head up to look at anything but the bat's boots and his own blood mixing with the rainwater and seeping into the concrete.

Batman stared down at the clown clinging to him.

His fingers continued to dig into Batman's boots as if holding on for dear life. It was as if Joker's very existence depended on clinging to Batman. Like the Dark Knight was his lifeline. The blood on him and the ragged breaths escaping his lips revealed the physical toll their intense battle had taken on him. Every labored breath was a reminder of the pain, yet he found solace in the proximity of his bat.

The sight was both unsettling and poignant. Going on far too long. Everything they had done brought them to this moment, where Joker, in his weakened state, found solace in clinging to the very person he had just been trying to kill. It was a paradoxical display of dependence and defiance as if Joker's survival hinged on his ability to hold on to Batman.

His grip was leaving imprints on the Bat’s boots. The weight of their history seemed to bear down on them, the culmination of countless battles and encounters. Usually, when the fight was over, that was the end of it. The Bat would cart him off to Arkham or hand him off to the police.

This may have been the first quiet moment they had together like this. The only sound was Joker’s ragged breathing and the rain.

The air was heavy with the tension between them. There was this unspoken understanding, the only reason Batman hesitated to kick the clown off. Joker's grip on Batman was not just physical, but emotional. It was as if he clung to the Dark Knight to anchor him here with him. It was a desperate grasp at stability, a fragile thread that kept them both from spiraling.

And so there they were, locked in this macabre embrace, the hero and the villain bound together by the fragile threads of their damaged minds and damaged bodies. Joker's grip was unyielding as if he couldn't bear to let go.

And the bat let him.

#batjokes drabble #drabble #dc drabble #dc fic #batjokes fic #short ficlet #less than 500 words #joker #batman #the joker #batjokes #dc comics #bruce wayne #i really dont know what to call this #fic drabble #drabble fic

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kiwisfics · 1 year

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Summary: A little drabble. Oliver says, "That's my girl," to reader. Reader is hinted to be a meta vigilante.

“Seriously, Oliver, this is unnecessary. I can take care of myself already,” despite her words, [Name] continued to focus on the boxing gloves she was donning, tightening the straps around her wrists.

“If that’s true, then you won’t have any problem proving it.” Oliver flashed her a grin, and she rolled her eyes, copying his form as he sunk into an offensive stance.

Oliver knew good and well who and what she was, but her small stature—and the fact that they were dating—earned his concern for her well-being. That was fine by her, she’d just have to show him how good she could be at her job.

The moment his gloved fist came toward her face, she ducked and threw her body forward, her shoulder slamming against his midsection and sending him falling into the ropes of the ring. Oliver looked bewildered as she crossed her arms, a smirk crossing her face.

The smirk fell when he started laughing.

“Hey! What’s so funny? I knocked you down fair and square!”

“You’re right, you’re right,” he got back to his feet, “that’s my girl.”

A proud grin crossed her face but was knocked away as quickly as her smirk as he swept her legs from beneath her and caught her by the wrist before she could hit the ground.

“Still weak to flattery, I see.”

#oliver queen x reader #oliver queen drabble #oliver queen #dc #dc x reader #dc imagine #dc drabble #oliver queen imagine #fluff

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visree · 8 months

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the first time dick called bruce 'dad'

From the moment he was born, Dick's parents were teaching him how to preform. Not how to preform on the trapeze, that started a few years later, but how to do all of the performances in between. How to great guests, which ones wanted to be treated with respect and which ones just wanted to see a cool trick, how to wave at specific people from the ring, how to get a crowd interested in you before you even started. It became ingrained in his bones, the performance as much a part of him as everything else.

Bruce was not like that. Bruce Wayne was a performance that was entirely separate from Dick's mentor. Bruce wasn't a real person, not even close.

But oh boy could Dick respect it as a performance. 10 years of greeting people and cracking jokes and he still had so much to learn from the casual way Bruce slipped into people's interests and good graces.

Well. Most of the time. Most of the time Bruce was fine to go around sweet-talking politicians and business men and Dick could go around being cute until people agreed to finance WE's newest project and listening to people when they thought he couldn't hear and they were fine. Today, however, B had gotten himself into trouble and it was up to Robin to get him out.

Bruce was talking to some up-and-coming tech company owner, about 4 or 5 years younger than him, deeply cynical. The type of person to believe the worst of the rumors and ignore the rest of it. He was completely ignoring Bruce's arguments for him to donate to some WE philanthropic thing, instead arguing that he was out of touch and heartless and blah blah blah. Dick was sick of it.

He sidled up under Bruce's arm and tugged on his sleeve. "Dad, Ms. Vale's being mean to me and I have a headache. Can I go upstairs?"

Bruce took the opportunity immediately, crouching down and feeling his forehead. "You feel a little warm. Are you sure nothing else is wrong? Well, go tell Alfred and I'll be up in a minute. This is important to other kids who are sick like you, so I have to keep talking to this man here. I'm sorry I can't stay with you now. I'll just finish this now and then I'll come check on you, I promised."

From his place on the stairs, Dick could hear Bruce manage to close his agreement with the tech guy before turning to follow him.

B wasn't his actual dad and maybe never would be, but he took care of him. He was coming to check on him, just like he said he would. That made them something close to family, Dick thought, and for him that was good enough.

#drabble #dc drabble #dc oneshot #dick grayson #batman #bruce wayne #dick's relationship with performance is very interesting to me #dramatic little fucker #bruce had a brief moment of 'is my son lying to me'#before realizing his response would be the same either way and deciding to ask him about it later

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friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn · 2 years

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5 & timkon <3

Oooh I was hoping someone would ask that one! Thank you!

Prompts are taken from this prompt list

5: “Your arms are my safe space, so that’s where I’ll be sleeping tonight.”

Kon has heard plenty of people talking about bliss before but he had no idea what that felt like, and for the longest time he thought he’d never get to find out.

But now he thinks this is it.

Bliss, he thinks, is lying on the couch with Tim dozing on his chest. He isn’t asleep: Kon can tell by the soft, content noises he makes when he feels Kon’s fingers run through his hair.

It’s so much longer now compared to when they first started dating, tumbling down to brush his shoulders. Kon absolutely loves it.

“Tim?” he whispers when the silences between Tim’s pleased little sounds start getting longer. It takes a solid five second before Tim hums. “You wanna go to bed?”

“Nope,” Tim murmurs after another few seconds.

Kon frowns. “You want to sleep on the couch?”

Tim hums again. “No. I want to sleep here.”

Kon tilts his head down to look at him for a few seconds. “We’re on the couch, sunshine.”

Tim makes a frustrated noise and weakly swats at his chest. Kon catches his hand and intertwines their fingers. “I want to sleep in your arms.”

That… is not what Kon was expecting. “Oh. Why?”

Finally, Tim sits up just enough to look into his eyes. They’re hazy with exhaustion, but oh so familiar. “Your arms are my safe space, so that’s where I’ll be sleeping tonight.”

“Oh,” is all Kon can say. Again. He isn’t being very eloquent tonight, so he just starts threading his hand through Tim’s hair again. “Alright.”

He leans down to kiss the top of Tim’s head and when he sits back up, he can barely see Tim’s cheeks flush before he leans his head back down against Kon’s chest.

“I love you,” he says quietly, and Kon is pretty sure he’s never smiled so widely.

“I love you too,” he whispers back.

As Tim drifts off, Kon is pretty sure he’s discovered the meaning of bliss.

#asks #answered asks #drabble #drabbles #timkon #tim drake #conner kent #kon el #dcu #dcu drabble #dc drabble

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ochibrochi · 2 months

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spontaneous magic manifestation was NOT mentioned in the parenting handbook 😬

I know this isn’t how magic in dc works, but the fact that Damian’s ancestry includes some pretty powerful magic users is… INTERESTING 🤔? Drabble under the cut!

I wanna preface that I'M NOT SAYIN' that Damian should/does have magic powers, but there’s still so much unexplored potential with Damian's character, and the thought that he has a dormant adeptness in magic is somewhat compelling to me. Most importantly it would FREAK! BRUCE! OUT!!!!! What is this, magic puberty 😭??

By DC laws, anyone has the ability to learn magic, but it is also possible to be an innate ability. The Al Ghuls are no strangers to the occult-- Ra's has had increasingly been portrayed as a magic user, and the recent establishment of his mother being a sorceress/witch?? Even Talia dabbled in a bit of magic, I think. There is a catch that their power is suggested to be due to Lazarus exposure, but for arguments sake let's say the Al Ghul lineage is inherently proficient in magic (and Lazarus exposure simply enhances it).

I can't recall "magic" being a part of Damian's training/upbringing (I'm still slowly catching-up on Damian comics so apologies if I miss any canon examples of magic use). Not sure why Talia wouldn't want her little "heir to an ancient assassin empire baby" to learn magic, but it would at least give reason to Damian not knowing about his magic potential, or lack of interest in it.

Through the power of pseudo storytelling, what if Damian's encounter with Mother Soul could have triggered a manifestation of magic that was once dormant; like a pressure cooker waiting to explode with energy when it hasn't been given a safe outlet.

I've yet to read a satisfying arc where Damian truly gets to contemplate his Al Ghul roots outside of "dad is good guy, mum is bad guy". Damian's initial character growth stems from him running away from, and renouncing his association with the League (i.e. "I'm nothing like you, mother and grandfather!").

The most recent thing I've read was Robin (2021), and whilst Damian is much more cordial with his mother, there's still an emotional distance and sense of distrust/resentment (for good reason, even if the context was some cartoonishly evil writing). But there is a silver-lining that they still appear to be fond of each other, in a melancholy kind of way.

Realizing he's "genetically" primed for magic would be especially confronting to Damian. There's no denying his Al Ghul blood, forcing him to confront a facet of himself he can no longer ignore or reject. A family that he likely has to approach for help/guidance.

Damian is put in a position of acknowledging this power could be used for good, to be stronger, to fight crime, balancing it with the implication that what he possesses could be rooted in dark magic (Lazarus enchantment).

If he decides to embrace it, would that be too much of an endorsement of the Al Ghul's dark occultism? Can he separate the two ideas? What if he can't control it? What if he accidentally hurts someone? What if has the ability to save someone where his other skills fall short?

Ideally, I'd love for this hypothetical story to lead into Damian exploring his Al Ghul heritage more intimately, historically, and spiritually (à la RSoB: Year of Redemption adventures). Another little coming-of-age self discovery journey.

I have my own little personal thoughts on what Damian decides to do with his magic powers, but I'd like to leave that open to interpretation... By the end of it I hope that he will at least find some forgiveness over resentment, and a balance between accepting that side of his family a little easier. It is finally a sense of inner peace :)

Any thoughts? Did I get any characterisation wrong? Let's talk over on my DC blog @arkhamochi! I'm currently trying to read all Damian-centric comics until I catch up with the current run. I'm hungry for discussion and analysis!!!!!!

#batman #batman and robin #damian wayne #bruce wayne #dc comics #P.S. drabble is kinda LONG so DO NOT read more unless you want the inconvenience of scrolling

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superbat-love · 3 months

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Clark: [stares at Ace] Is that what I think it is?

Bruce: Oh, that’s Chewperman, Ace’s favorite chew toy.

Clark: You let Ace chew on a mini me?

Bruce: That’s what it’s made for. If it makes you feel bad, I’ll make one for Krypto too. He’ll love it, right boy?

Ace: Woof.

The following week at the Fortress of Solitude…

Bruce: Why is this toy kept behind a glass casing? It’s meant for Krypto. [takes it out of the casing and tosses it to Krypto] Here boy!

Krypto: [happily chomps on the Batman chew toy]

Clark: Noooo! Don’t! Krypto, let go of Batsqueak!

Bruce: Batsqueak?

Clark: It just feels wrong, Bruce! I can’t bear to let any harm come to Batsqueak. He should be kept safe in his ice cave, not mauled by giant fangs.

Bruce: …

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ruenii · 1 year

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Tim, [pointing his staff at the human traffickers]: YOU ARE OUTGUNNED

Jason, [hyping him up]: WHAT?

Tim: OUTMANNED!

Jason: WHAT?!

Tim: OUTNUMBERED OUTPLANNED

Jason: PAY YOUR FUCKING TAXES!

Tim: PUT YOUR GUNS DOWN ON MY COMMAND

Jason: HAND EM OVER!!

Tim: THIS IS HAMILTON MY RIGHT HAND MAN!

Jason, [getting his guns out]: PWO PWO PWO PWO PWO-

Goons: *shaking* what the FUCK are Batman feeding his partners--

#tim drake #jason todd #dc #batbros #suki drabbles #jason and tim have monthly musical reenactment nights #duke and steph come by as well sometimes #duke slays as angelica #damian sees tim jason and duke act out candy store and bully bruce #needless to say dami hides from them whenever its 'that' time #dick wanted to join them too #jason & tim: sorry but its MIDDLE CHILD only privileges <3 #dick: :(#cass may not be able to say she means sometimes but she supports them nonetheless ^_^#and by that it means she has fun wrestling w her siblings whenever theres a fight scene #alfred is quietly cheering them on bcos you cannot tell me alfred wasn't a theatre kid #bruce wants join but is too emotionally incompetent to ask #batfam

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cipheress-to-k-pop · 16 days

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bluetooth j.t.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: A little suggestive if you squint

Word Count: 1.2k words

You don't know how you allowed yourself to get manipulated into being a girlboss and moving out of your childhood home to live in your own apartment. While it was nice to have your own privacy and decorate your home however you liked, you realized just how many privileges you lost now that you weren't in the care of your parents.

There was no one there to make sure you woke up on time in the few cases where you slept through your alarm, no one that you could call on your way back from work to ask to switch on the water heater so you could take a steamy shower immediately.

You didn't have your mother's homecooked meals and you didn't have your father to pick you up snacks from the grocery store.

And one of the biggest thorns in your side was the reason you were dreading the entire day. Car maintenance. The auto shop was one of the most daunting places in your life as a girl who knew nothing about cars. Never once had you regretted not learning how to take care of your car or even the procedure required when you eventually take your car down to the auto shop.

But now standing in the hot and dusty garage, you were seriously rethinking your life choices. You should've scheduled these things for when your dad was visiting so you could ask him to take it instead. Or, even better, you should've gotten a boyfriend.

You were complaining in your head, dragging your feet about having to be here in the first place and whined about handing your car keys, with a bunch of adorable keychains attached to some rando.

But when Jason Todd, 6'2 man with biceps that were larger than your own head and a body that looked like he was shaped out of marble by Michelangelo himself walked out with a form for you to fill out, you were all too happy to be there.

Perhaps you'd be leaving here with a boyfriend after all.

"I have to admit, I don't really know much about cars so please don't scam me."

Jason chuckled, a deep, hoarse laugh that made you a little weak in the knees honestly and the boy-crazed fraction of your brain began to imagine how he would sound as soon as he woke up next to you, after a night of—

"A bit of advice, you probably don't want to let scammers know that you have no idea what they're talking about."

You giggled, scolding yourself mentally for finding that funny.

'Come on, (Y/N), pull yourself together it wasn't even that funny. His face is just great delivery.'

"Or I could keep coming here and have you check my car, since you're so trustworthy." You mused, sparing him a teasing smile.

Jason was completely picking up what you were putting down, giving you a coy smile of his own before responding, "Or perhaps this is just a tactic to get you to keep coming back."

You narrowed your eyes playfully, "Devious."

Looking back at his little clipboard, a thin metal rod of some kind tucked behind his ear instead of a pen, Jason asked, "When was the last time you got your car checked out? If your battery and brake pad was replaced recently, we could probably skip that and just do a routine check to make sure everything's running smoothly."

You winced, "I couldn't tell you, honestly. My dad usually handles this kinda stuff for me, I'm still kind of a new lamb when it comes to taking care of my car."

Jason raised his eyes from the clipboard for a second, "Your boyfriend can't do this kinda stuff for you instead?"

"I don't have a boyfriend."

He perked up immediately and you ducked your head to hide your smile, "I'm sure you probably have a record of it in your glovebox or something. Most places keep a little sticker with the date of your last service under the dash. I'll check it out for you, do you have somewhere to be, or do you have a couple minutes so I can make sure?"

You shook your head, shrugging your shoulders with a carefree smile, "It's my day off so I'm free as a bird."

He grinned, "Noted. Just give me a second."

You watched his back receding as he walked toward your car, shoulders looking like they could span the entire ocean and it was only when he was sat in the car and had turned on the engine did you whip out your phone at lightspeed.

"Ohmygosh Julie, I think I just met my future husband. Holy shit. He's so cute—gorgeous actually. He's working on my car right now and God, those arms, wow. And those eyes? God, I feel blessed just by looking at his face." The end of your message was interrupted by another mechanic running the engine.

You waited patiently for the sound of the engine to die before replaying the voice message so you could re-record the part that got cut off. Only you couldn't hear a thing.

Confused, you increased the volume, taking a sip from your coffee to soothe the inhumane squeal that you had let out while sending Julie the voice message. Once again you heard nothing.

You bit your lip at this, swiping down at the corner of your phone at access your control center and realizing the reason you couldn't hear anything was because it was connected to the Bluetooth on your car.

Wait.

THE CAR?!

You whipped around in horror only to find Jason smirking at you from the front seat of your car. If the world were fair, you'd be struck down with lightning right then and there. Or, since you were at an auto shop, a sentient car might run you over.

Alas, you continued to stand there in horror, completely unharmed no matter how badly you wished to be reduced to a puddle on the ground.

You called him your future husband. The ground should've swallowed you then and there. Instead, you just stood there in complete mortification and embarrassment while you stared at his amused expression.

Something startled him out of his gaze for a second and he pointed at your console, making a gesture like he was taking a call. Confused, you glanced at your phone.

'Incoming call: Julie'

Ah, saved by the bell.

"How much do I owe you?" You asked, quickly popping open your purse to fish out your credit card. You had stretched out the conversation with Julie as long as possible, begging her not to hang up and only interrupting her tangent when Jason finally came up to you, saying that your car was good to go.

"It's on the house." He gave you a charming grin, leaning an arm against the counter, "Can't have my future wife paying for anything, can I?"

Your cheeks flared red, still holding out your card for him to take, "O-Oh, I couldn't, really."

"If you insist, then you can always repay me with dinner. Today's your day off, right? Think you can pencil me in for 7?"

A shy smile grew on your face, your body so warm you had to resist fanning your burning cheeks, "Sounds like a plan."

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eldritchdreamss · 2 months

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Dick is good at hugs but I just know that Jason is all soft muscle until he flexes, which means he gives the best hugs. One of the Crime Alley kids finds out about this when they hug him after he saves them from being mugged and word gets around to the other kids about it. The first few times he’s asked for a hug when he checks on some of the kids shelters he’s a little surprised but obliges anyway, now when he’s out on patrol and one of the street kids sees him and asks he doesn’t hesitate. He knows there could be a million reasons why they’re asking, and if it helps them, then who is he to say no?

One night it happens while he was on patrol with Dick, they had started taking a break together semi-regularly, Jason still wasn’t at the manor often because he still felt awkward around the family, and Dick is just happy to spend as much time with his brother as he can get. So imagine Dick’s surprise, when they’re waiting for their food at a food truck, one of the kids comes up and asks Jason for a hug and he gives one without a second thought. Dick is just standing there like “????”, thinking there’s no way he saw what he just saw. That is until the kid leaves after and Jason immediately turns to him and threatens that if he tells anyone what he just saw he’ll never talk to him or the family again. Dick, of course, says he won’t tell anyone. And he doesn’t. He’s just glad his brother has people there for him.

For a few weeks Jason is ready for someone to ask or start teasing him about giving out hugs while on patrol when they address him, but no one even comes close to mentioning it. The next time he’s on break with Dick he asks why he hasn’t told anyone when he very easily could have.

“You asked me not too Littlewing.” he said, as if that answer meant anything at all. Dick must have seen his confusion because he spoke again. “You care about them Jason, it’s clear they care about you too. Of course I wish you’d open up to the family a little more, but I’m not going to tell them something you clearly didn’t even want me seeing. Knowing our family they’d push for an answer as to why or something and they’d only end up pushing you away instead of letting you open up on your own time.” he explained. Jason stared at him, that was the last answer he was expecting to hear.

After a few moments of finishing their food in silence they got up from the edge of the roof they were sitting on and threw their trash away. Jason watched as Dick started to the edge of the roof before finishing patrol, stopping at the edge to face Jason to say something. Jason wasn’t listening, one second he was watching his brother leave the next he was hugging him. His face flushed with embarrassment but he couldn’t bring himself to let go. “Thank you..” he murmured, vaguely aware of Dick’s arms hovering around him almost hesitantly for a moment before squeezing him back. They stayed like that for a few moments before they had to let go to finish their patrols. If Dick heads back to the cave more chipper than he usually is after patrol then that’s nobody’s business but his own that he just got a hug from his little brother, something they hadn’t done since even before he had died.

#jason todd #redhood #dick grayson #nightwing #batman #batfam #dc #dcu #dc universe #dc comics #batboys #batbros #drabble #idk man

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dearest-dirt · 2 years

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Moments Between Lovers (Hal Jordan x Reader)

Warning: None

Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 434

Masterlist

Authors Note: Hi! I’m finally starting to get into the swing of things. I’m going to try to post more often but lets see how that goes. I have a few more Hal Jordan stuff coming soon, along with more in this drabble series for other characters. Bestie, please reblog! I hope you like it!

Summary: A sweet and playful moment from a perfect lazy afternoon.

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You were laying on the couch reading a book. Hal was laying between your legs with his eyes closed and his face resting on your stomach. One of your hands was holding a book while the other was gently playing with his soft hair. Occasionally, you would bring your hand up to flip a page but it would go right back to his hair. He loved this. Your hand entangled in his hair with nothing much too; it was the perfect lazy afternoon. He wished he could stay like this forever.

Soon, you become so engrossed in your book; your full attention was on what the pages in front of you were presenting. After a while, Hal notices that you’d stopped running your fingers through his hair. He looks up at you pouting, knowing fully well that you couldn’t resist his puppy eyes but you don’t notice. Instead, your face subconsciously displayed the emotions you were going through from whatever the words in the book were conjuring in your mind. He watched with amusement for a little while. He couldn’t help but smile at how adorable you looked, so engrossed and preoccupied. But he wanted your attention again. Slowly and gently, he started pressing ghost-like feathery kisses on your stomach. You shifted slightly but didn’t seem to notice much, what you were reading was far more interesting. He wasn’t getting the attention he wanted. Drastic measures must be taken, he thought. A slight smirk flashed across his face before he started tickling your sides. Instantaneously, the spell you’re under is broken and you laugh out of need. He was satisfied with your reaction.

“Hal stop,” you breathed through laughter. He just grinned devilishly in response.

The book was now closed, tossed somewhere on the ground, and he finally had your undivided attention. He was happy.

Slowly he stopped tickling you and instead started placing light feather kisses on your stomach again, before he went back to the position he was in before.

“Umm,” he grunted while reaching for your hands. You knew he wanted you to run your fingers through his hair.

“You're so needy,” you chuckle. He lifted his head towards you to pout in mock heartache. “It's a good thing you’re so cute,” you cooed at him, a warm smile on your face as you reached for the discarded book with one hand and ran the other through his hair.

He was going to remember these little moments for the rest of his life, because these little moments of immense happiness were his and his alone, nothing could destroy or corrupt them.

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chxrrydrxp · 1 month

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mdni

𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓙𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷..

who knows it could ruin the friendship, but at the moment doesn't give a fuck when his head is shoved between your thighs eating you out as if you were his last meal

best friend Jason who groans desperately into your pussy while your thighs almost choke him out as nasty sounds leave your lips and your hand grips his hair until his scalp burns.

best friend Jason who fucks you slowly against the wall, relishing in the breathy moans that flow from you to his ears. he's fueled by the desperate way you attempt to cling onto him for support and he slips himself deeper and deeper, tickling your cervix.

best friend Jason, who whimpers disgustingly explicit things in your ear after he feels you tighten your legs around his waist while he begins to pick up the pace (I RHYMED) filling the room with the wet sounds of sweaty skin colliding.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #ceri drabbles #ceris asks #jason todd smut #jason todd x fem!reader #red hood x reader #dc red hood #red hood #red hood x you #red hood x black!reader #jason todd x reader smut #jason todd x black!reader

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hanasnx · 4 months

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MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: the picture on the left is michal mrazik who i edited to look like jason so i’d appreciate it if u didn’t use it.

JASON TODD who humps your ass any chance he gets. Not that he’s desperate for relief like some hound, but that it’s his own personal bit that sometimes reaps benefits. You weren’t trying to catch his eye when you were stretching out, on your hands and knees to extend your spine in a deep arch. Inhale after exhale, each breath relaxed you, until a perfect visible curve to your back sloped into your succulent backside and lured your boyfriend in like a fly trap.

As if he could smell that you’re in a compromising position, he comes up behind you on the mattress. You can feel his weight shift as he walks on his knees to you, dick first. “What’re you doin’?” he asks coyly, and his hips bumps yours. You roll your eyes with a scoff; only he could assume you’re doing this for him. Easily, like he’s done a thousand times before, his thick fingers slot in the folds where your thighs connect to your pelvis, wedging between the fat there because of your stance. He keeps you steady as he swings forward, giving you congratulatory little humps. “Uh, uh, uh,” he orates with each thrust, as if narrating his entry with feigned moans. Each one’s harder than the last, and as he knocks against your tailbone, your body reminds you of the times you’ve been in similar positions.

The powerful placebo shoots through you with each connect, and you whine from the memory of him rearranging your guts in doggy style. He dry humps you yet you’re squirming and whimpering like he’s inside you, burying your heated face in the covers. He doesn’t fully register the extent of it, but he starts getting the picture, and he muses, “Yeah? Yeah, baby? Feel good?” while he’s rutting harder. You’re so stupid for him, you respond to him with all your pathetic confirmations. You’re banging against him, you can practically feel every inch of him plunging in you, his balls rapping against your folds. Both of you are playing the game, his cock hardening with each gradual increase of pace, and every manic thrust against you. The sensation of sex isn’t confined to memory, traveling through you like lightning, like he really is fucking you. It’s all imaginary though, clearly reminding you of cruel reality when he stops. Only to kickstart up again when you hear the familiar sound of his belt.

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