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lukabitch · 3 months

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Hi could I request jason Todd x trans reader where even though jason is in midst of pit rage he’s just like domestic with bf and Both of them just are dramatic and cause chaos

The dramatic duo? Oh yes please I live for domestic Jason! Thank you so much for the request! :)

Cw: Jason yelling, strangling, very angsty, kinda happy ending, off shoot of the Arkham games,

You don’t remember much from what happened. You were mourning the loss of your boyfriend, Jason, when suddenly you had a bag over your head being taken somewhere. The person forcing you to walk was trying to be nice about things, which was weird. When the bag was pulled from your head you were met with a beautiful woman dressed in assassins gear. She introduced herself as Talia Al Ghul, a high standing leader in the League of Assassins.

“My father is in dire health, he needs to be in the lazarus pit at all times. We need a device that will keep the waters of the pit flowing through him. I have received intel that you would know the blueprints to such a device.” She explained to you with an air of urgence. You had helped both Jason and Batman with several devices, including one that was for Batman’s heavy duty suit. Talia continued to speak on the matter. “In return for the blueprints, we will revive Jason Todd.” Her words sent shivers down your spine. The offer was too tempting not to take, after all it was just blueprints right?

“Okay you've got yourself a deal.” You proceed to draw out the blueprints for the device and a list of the needed materials. She kept up her side of the deal and took you to where they were keeping Jason. She led you to a part of their lair that was heavily guarded. She then proceeds to open a heavy metal door, though she didn’t seem fazed by it.

“He’s in here, give him time to rest before traveling.” Her words had a weird vibe to them, almost like a warning. You walked into the chamber while remaining on edge, something just doesn’t feel right. The moment your eyes laid on Jason it was like a bullet went through you. You felt too many emotions for one person to handle, mainly though it was happiness. You watched as Jason stood up and stumbled in your direction. Before he could fall, you caught him in your arms.

“Jason, are you okay?” You asked softly, a look of concern washed over. Something had felt wrong, but before you could react, Jason had his hands around your throat. In a matter of seconds you were fighting for your life.

Choked noises escaped your mouth as you tried to tell him to stop. You never could get the words out. In your last moments of consciousness you touched his cheek. The tender act broke through him somehow.

You woke up in your apartment with no clue how you got here. The thought of it being a dream had crossed your mind. Though it was proven wrong by looking in the mirror. You heard some rummaging in the kitchen. In the kitchen you found Jason making breakfast.

“Oh dude, you didn’t have to do that.” You say roughly. Your voice still hadn’t fully recovered from the strangulation.

“Nope, you know better. Can’t talk me out of anything.” He said with a small smile. Despite the situation he seemed happy. He plates the pancakes. “Come on, your food will get cold.”

You laughed and sat down at the table. Things seemed to be looking up.

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punkeropercyjackson · 4 days

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It's so FUCKING INFURIATING AND EMBARRASING how fanon Jason Todd stans always tell newbie Jason fans 'Don't read comics,just make shit up!!!' when they SHOULD tell them 'If you're scared to read comics,just watch Under The Red Hood!' when it's the perfect Jason adaption and average movie length!!!If you like Jason Todd but haven't actually consumed his media yet and want to get started,ignore those niggas because they're the same people who pretend Jason's Robin dosen't exist because he's black,are disgusted that all three of his love interests have been woc because they want him to only date white boys and white pick me girls and complete erase Jason's autistic-coding,goth punk slay and just his entire swag including what'd make him beyond good afrolatino rep but are foul enough to hc him as latino anyway.Those are the devils talking and you should tune them out by starting up Utrh and you should get your favorite snacks for too because you deserve them and i've read every Jason issue ever so if you want more info on him when you're done follow me since i'll actually know what i'm talking about,i love y'all and stay hydrated and ignoring Janky Talker truthers

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dehydrated-turtle · 3 days

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//warnings// 16+, nsfw, mdni

//contents// transmasc reader, jason todd, semi-public

//synopsis// Jason can't handle it when you sent him photos, no matter what they are. - wc: 662

//full fic on ao3// wc: 1.7k

Jason absolutely loves it when you send him pictures of yourself. It does not matter what he was doing before, he will drop everything he’s doing to look at what you sent him.

This time, he’s sitting on a rooftop, waiting for something to happen on his patrol. It seems like a slow night tonight anyway so he pops a squat on a ledge of a random apartment building. He takes off his helmet revealing his secondary mask just so he could breathe better. Not that the smell of Gotham was any better than his own breath. He took out his phone and started scrolling out of boredom before a notification came up. A single photo from you. How enticing.

He opens the message, jaw almost hitting the floor in awe. It’s just a simple gym pic but holy shit. Your sweating frame in a loose grey tank and black gym shorts, nothing special but to him it’s everything. He could see your scars ever so slightly through the tank, it’s driving him wild that he can’t touch them, touch you.

His phone buzzes again, another pic. This time it’s more sensuous, a mirror pic with you in the bathroom of the gym change room with only a towel around your waist. Water droplets racing down your bare chest and the glass a little bit steamed. He feels his length start to grow just from your semi-scandalous photos.

He quickly glances around to see if anyone would be able to see him, quiet night after all. He starts to unbuckle his cargo pants and reach into them to pull out his half hard cock. He started to pump lazily as he searched the pic of you for the little details about you that would push his climax to come sooner.

He was rudely interrupted by another notification, yet another pic. It seems like you had just gotten home because you were in bed now wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. Jason just couldn’t handle it, the sight was too much. Your perfect body just laying there, begging him to ruin it. Beseeching him to rip the boxers off your supple ass. He lets out a small and breathy moan as his dick jerks in his fist and lets out streams of cum, falling onto his chest and stomach.

“Fuck… now lookit whacha did.” He remarks, hurriedly trying to wipe the cum off of his kevlar suit, picking it out of the grooves. Even though he’s mad that he’s going to be picking bits of cum out for weeks, he still smiles knowing that all you had to do is send a pic and he's on his knees for you.

He picked himself up while checking the time. Seeing his shift is over, he hops onto his motorcycle and rushes home to you, hopefully still in those boxers that he so desperately wants to rip off of you himself.

Walking through the door with immaculate struggle due to the amount of excitement, he calls out for you to make sure you’re home.

“Upstairs, Jay!” you say from upstairs, obviously. He runs up the stairs, skipping every second step just to get to you sooner. He discards his jacket on the floor near the bedroom door as he shuts it. He turns around to see you still in just the boxers from the picture. You’re on your phone but looking up at him with a smile. “Hey.” you whisper.

“Hey.” he whispers back, walking to you, removing his gear and just leaving it all on the floor. He was left with only his cargo pants before he leaned down to kiss you. “You have no idea what you did to me, sending those pics, pretty boy.”

“Why don’t you tell me?”

“You really wanna know how I came all over my suit on a rooftop, mid-Gotham?”

“I had no idea.” you say with a smirk, knowing exactly just what you do to him.

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brianwashere · 9 months

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Heyyyy I love your dc stories and I wanted to ask if you maybe would write one for me.

Story would be: Teen trans!male reader that is (soon to be officially) adopted by the batfam and has been with them for a while. He didn‘t tell them he was trans and Jason was going into reader‘s room for a usb stick or something like that and sees blueprints and a handmade binder reader made so he can patrol better. Reader walks in on Jason staring at the binder and almost get‘s a panic attack. That is because the adoption is to be official soon and reader is scared that they would kick him out for being trans. Jason comforts him and it turns into a heart to heart. Dick and Tim were searching for their brothers bcs patrol starts soon and they didn‘t show up in the cave. They find them in reader’s room. And then fluff just ensues.

This is SUPER self-indulgent and I would love for you to write this since I‘m awful at writing myself :)

He he ha ha. I am feeling DEVIOUS with this one >:))

I love older brother Jason sm. Btw I also got the title from “Living on the Sand” by Colter Wall. I love that album sm.

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from DC**

Pairing: Batfam x trans!batbro!reader

Genre: hurt/comfort

Summary: go to req

Tw: near panic attack, kinda forced coming out(?)

Forgive me forgive me, don’t it sound more clear

Four days. Four days until you become a legal member of the family. At first, you were ok keeping being trans a secret, but the closer the official adoption day came, the more anxious you became. Sure, Bruce donated to tons of LGBTQ+ charities and several of your brothers were on the queer spectrum, but how would he feel having a son who was…different?

Would he still want to adopt you? Even worse—you knew your family’s more private lives. How you had taken on a private life. What would happen when Bruce tosses you aside when he inevitably finds out?

You were sitting in the kitchen, scrolling on your phone and eating cereal despite it being around 12:00 am.

The door to the kitchen opened and you glanced up to see Jason coming in, clad in his Red Hood suit, save for the helmet.

“Yo, loser. You got a free usb? Need it for blackmail storage.” He asked casually.

You raised your eyebrows in a ‘seriously?’ expression and swallowed the bite in your mouth.

“Yeah, it’s in my room on my desk. Next to the lamp.” You went back to scrolling through your phone. “You better buy me another one, I need it for a school project.”

Jason just gave you a thumbs up and walked out of the kitchen. When he got to your room he walked to your desk and grabbed the usb, but something akin to blueprints caught his eye and he stopped to examine them.

‘Hope he doesn’t go snooping through my room, I could have embarrassing stuff lying around.’

You thought to yourself, taking the final bite of cereal.

‘Though I don’t know what he’d find—basically everything embarrassing is hidden or put away…’

You drank the milk from your bowl and got up to put it in the sink.

‘What did I even do in my room today?’

You were hardly paying attention to whatever was on your phone screen now.

‘basically just worked on making my binder and I put that away—‘

Your heart dropped to your stomach and suddenly the cereal wasn’t sitting well with you.

‘You didn’t put it away because you weren’t done with it tonight. You didn’t put it away because you were hungry.’

You dropped your bowl and it shattered on the kitchen floor. You ran as fast as you could to your room, through the broken shards of the bowl.

You practically threw yourself up the stairs and sprinted so fast to your room you almost passed it. You caught yourself on the doorframe, panting heavily. Your feet stung so much, you dropped to your knees.

To your horror, Jason held the design for your binder in one hand and the prototype in the other. Your throat constricted suddenly and you heaved for air. Jason looked at you and he dropped the binder and blueprints in his hand. He rushed to your side.

“Hey hey hey hey. What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Deep breaths. In for four, out for four. Follow my breathing.” Your older brother placed your hand on his chest and demonstrated the breathing patterns.

You followed to the best of your ability, focusing on being able to breathe so you could talk and explain and maybe—just maybe—have a chance to not blow this.

When you could breathe relatively normally again, you immediately began to explain.

“I swear—I swear—it’s not—I don’t—I just—PLEASE DON’T KICK ME OUT! YOU’RE THE ONLY REAL FAMILY I’VE EVER KNOWN AND—” You settled for when you couldn’t explain what was found out about you.

“HEY!” Jason snapped you out of your rambling. “Who said anything about being kicked out?”

You hadn’t even realized his arm was around your shoulders but it suddenly felt comfortably heavy. You rubbed away the tears that had gathered in your eyes and looked at him.

“First off, you’re still being adopted, ok? Nothing will change that.” He started with. “Second. What you’re doing is extremely dangerous. Why are you binding unsafely?”

You looked up at him.

“I just…I couldn’t bring myself to even consider coming out to you.” You gulped heavily, looking back to the ground. Jason’s arm tightens around you comfortingly.

“I’m sorry if we ever made you feel like that. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like that.” Your older brother says sadly.

You shook your head ‘no’, leaning into him.

“It wasn’t your fault. I just didn’t have the courage…” You trail off.

“When I came out—it—“ Jason huffs a laugh. “Man—it was awful.”

You looked at him, urging him to keep going.

“Ok, so I found out I like guys and girls, right?” He was smiling now, adjusting himself into a more comfortable position. “But I was all anxious to come out, ya know? I found a guy I wanted to go out with and I didn’t wanna hide it from…dad.” You didn’t ignore Jason actually calling Bruce ‘dad’.

“—and this was before Dick came out so he had like barely any idea about labels and stuff—“ Your older brother continued. “So I stand up and tell him ‘Bruce, I’m bi.’” Jason paused.

“And?” You asked.

“I have never seen someone so smart, so confused. He says—entirely seriously—‘Jason, you only speak one language.’” Jason burst out into laughter.

You laughed with him. It felt nice. You felt seen, in a way.

Time passed, you’re not sure how long. Maybe an hour? It was long enough for two of your other brothers to take notice and look for their missing brothers, ready to berate them for being late to patrol.

You and Jason were on the floor wheezing after he had showed you some meme he found.

You heard a knock on the door and saw your two older brothers peer into your room. Dick titled his head and Tim raised an eyebrow at the state of you and Jason. Them walking in sobered you up a bit from your laughing fit. You swallowed and glanced at Jason. He sat up and nodded at you encouragingly.

Dick and Tim glanced between the two of you. You stood up and cleared your throat.

“I’m—I’m trans.” You ripped the band aid off.

Dick and Tim blinked owlishly at you. Tim talked first.

“So…your pronouns are—?” Tim started.

“—he/him.” You interrupted.

Tim nodded, still seeming to process the information. Your answer seemed to only confuse Dick more. Jason made eye contact with Dick and gave him a look of “say something, asshole.” That startled Dick from his stupor.

“Dude! I’m so proud!” He said gleefully, opening his arms for a hug, which you gladly gave.

Tim gave you a side hug too.

“Does Dad know?” Dick asked.

You shook your head

“No.” You sighed.

“You probably should tell him.” Tim patted you on the back.

“But what about the adoption—“ You were cut off by Jason.

“Hey, what did I say about the adoption?” Jason scolded.

You groaned. “Yeah yeah…coming out won’t change anything…” You sighed.

Your three older brothers nodded in approval which made you roll your eyes.

“We’re proud of you.” Dick smiled and ruffled your hair. “Bruce will be too.” He added.

“Proud of what?”

You looked to the door and saw your father standing in the doorframe.

You took a deep breath and walked over to your father.

“Dad, I’m trans.” Your voice cracked and you couldn’t meet his eyes.

A large hand rested on your shoulder. You looked at Bruce.

“Well we better make sure those adoption papers are correct then.” He smiled at you.

And you smiled back.

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d4m14rt · 6 months

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PLEASE READ THIS!

Hi, this is for all those who write heatcanons, one shots or smuts for male readers and trans male readers. I would like to ask you to send me a message if you are interested in me translating your stories into Spanish to share them with the Spanish-speaking community.

I would also like to specify what credits will be given. By this I mean that I will mention the name of the author and add a direct link to his Tumblr account and the story, fanfic, one shot, smut, etc.

and I would also like you to specify if you would also allow me to upload it on other platforms (specifically watpad) respecting the credits.

I ask that if you know any writer, please share this with them.

here I leave my wattpad account:

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mlm-writer · 1 year

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Jericho (Conner Kent x FtM!Reader)

Pairing: Top!Conner Kent (YJ ver.) x Bottom!FtM!Alien!King!Reader Rating: Explicit (or Mature if you skip the last part) Words: 1565 POV: Second Summary: You fight the final battle to free your people from alien invaders (and then have sex with your bf after) Note: Gayden wanting to write plot vs y’all wanting smut. Inspired by Jericho by Iniko. Reader’s body is described as ‘his true form’, so you get to pick whatever that means for you. Tags: action, murder, alien reader, your nemesis misgenders you but they also murdered your people so idk what you feel like is worse, established relationship, epic fight scene, fluffy sex, Conner low key a service dom, oral (reader receiving), fingering, anal/vaginal sex and cockwarming

The light of your photon-sword was blinding as it tore through your enemies one by one. The purple blood of the invader species coated almost every inch of your armour. The call of your name behind you made you turn around, just in time to see another intruder trying to lunge at you. It screeched as you sliced its torso clean off its hips. Your eyes were glowing with the rage of battle, but even in this enraged state, you could smile at the man who had warned you. Conner was not from your world, but he had fought by your side nonetheless. As long as you were here, it was his home too and he would defend it until his dying breath.

“I will hold them off, do what you have to,” Conner called from where he was fighting off six pawns at once. Were the lives of your people not endangered, you might have marvelled at his strength and prowess in battle, but time was running out.

“I will come back,” you assured him. When your eyes met briefly, you could see he was as sure as you were of that promise. You lifted your arm to access the control panel of your armour. “I love you,” you added, just in case, before activating the anti-gravity matrix. Your feet floated off the ground and soon after, the thrusters were taking you up the tower.

Heavy grey clouds circled the tower, lighting and acid rain protecting the general of the invaders. Your armour was maintaining its integrity through it. It seemed an eternity ago that the structure descended from the sky, bringing trouble with it, but today would be the day you’d make it fall.

The structure rumbled as you landed on the platform on the rooftop. “Your trespassing ends today!” You roared as you came face to face with the alien that had been in your nightmares for the past years. You were not the same since the first time you were face-to-face with all those eight eyes. You could feel the changes in your body, the power granted by your ancestors rushed through your veins and vibrated through your bones.

A demonic laugh made the air tremble around you. As the brute hollered in your face, you got a clear view of their three rows of sharp teeth. “It seems the princess has learned how to hold a sword. You really think pretending to be a boy is enough to stop me?” You clenched your teeth, your rage fuelling your sword. Blue flames engulfed the hard-light, illuminating the space between the grey clouds in a cyan glow.

“The ancestors have granted me my true form and I am about to give you your final one!” You bellowed, before lunging at them. Your sword was like lighting between the clouds. The grief of war and desire for it all to be over burned in your heart. Your foe had underestimated you, but after you cut one of their many limbs off, they were sure to not make that mistake again. Even as your blood mixed with the rain, your energy never faded.

The battle seemed to drag on forever. You thought you had them cornered, when a limb you had not accounted for seemingly came out of nowhere and knocked your sword out of your hands. The temporary confusion was enough for your nemesis to fling you across the rooftop. You ended up on your back, sliding across the wet roof to the edge. You dug your gloved hand into the floor, slowing yourself down just in time, head already hanging off the edge.

The heavily wounded beast closed the distance between you, a heavy foot ending up on your torso. You clawed at their ankle, trying to free yourself as they loomed over you. They lowered their monstrous face, a smug look taunting you. “Your ancestors have failed you, little princess,” they snickered as they slowly shoved you more and more off the edge.

“Fortunately, the king still has a boyfriend!” Instant relief washed over you as you heard the voice, before Conner dashed from below, punching the monster right in their face. They stumbled backwards, giving you the window of opportunity that you needed to get back up your feet. Conner called your name, before tossing you your sword. He was wrestling with the general right after. You caught your weapon mid-air, waiting for Conner to make the beast’s back face you. As soon as it did, you dashed forward, delivering the final blow. There were no last words, just a rumbling scream and then the dark clouds thinned out. The light of your two suns broke through the sky, signalling your people that it was done; it was over; they were free.

You sighed and collapsed onto the wet roof, the glow in your eyes dying out as exhaustion took over. Conner flew you down to a healer. The people celebrated that night, but you were quick to retreat to your chambers. It smelled weird after not having been used for years, but it was all still intact. You had gotten rid of half your clothes and collapsed on your bed.

“Can I come in?” You heard Conner through the door. You shouted for him to come in. His warm laugh filled your ears, when he saw you. “After today, I don’t blame you for resting, but you’re missing a great party,” he spoke with amusement in his voice. You groaned and rolled over, now lying face down on the soft sheets. You felt a weight dip the mattress beside you. “Allow me to help,” Conner whispered, before his warm fingers helped you out of the rest of your clothes.

You used to dread being naked, but in this new body your ancestors gave you to fight the invaders, you looked forward to being naked around your lover. His hands were still on you, pressing in the knots in your back. It was not that good of a massage with dry hands, but you relaxed anyway.

His touch lingered at your waist and you spread your legs a little in reply. His lips gently kissed your back as his hand travelled between your legs. You lifted your hips a little so he had all the access he needed. Conner rubbed you in all the right places, turning you into a dripping mess. “On all fours,” he whispered against your shoulder. After you complied, a free hand started toying with your nipples. He used your juices to lube up your ass and his cock.

You moaned as his fingers entered your hole. You hadn’t realised you were leaking so much that it could be such a smooth slide. With hooded eyes, you stared over your shoulder, watching his concentrated face. Then you saw that Conner was leaking as well. He had stopped playing with your nipples and was stroking himself instead. His gorgeous cock spilled precum all over your hole that his fingers pushed inside. "I'm ready," you sighed between small whimpers of pleasure.

Conner pulled you up to your knees. He was behind you, holding his cock in place as you sunk your down on him. You moaned in relief as you finally felt him inside you. When you got too eager and tried to sink down faster, Conner held you in place. It was maddingly slow, but eventually you found your ass resting on his thighs. Conner's fingers rubbed you again, making sure you felt pleasure everywhere. "Come on, start moving," he encouraged you. You couldn't move much in this position, but Conner helped you with gentle thrusts. Your bare back connected to his chest. His moans were audible right next to your ear.

"Please, Conner, I'm so sore from today," you whimpered as your legs started to hurt. Conner pushed you off and manhandled you onto your back. You reached out for him and he immediately returned to your arms, kissing you deeply, while lifting your legs and wrapping them around his waist. Your lips stayed close to each other as he re-entered you. Your moans mixed between your mouths, his every thrust drawing another sound from your body. "Don't draw this out. I just want to cum," you huffed. Conner chuckled against your lips. You would never get tired of that sound.

"Of course, my king," he joked, before pulling out. You groaned and tried to coax him back inside, but instead his head dipped down and before you knew it, he was licking and sucking you as if he needed you to cum just as badly as you needed it. You almost screamed. Your hand flew to his head and your fingers tangled into his hair. Conner hummed as if a deep need had been fulfilled. Two fingers entered you and with the right curl of his fingers, you could feel your orgasm crash through your whole body.

Conner made sure you got the pleasure you sought and then laid you down on your side. He spooned you, putting his cock back inside as he did so. "Now rest, my king," he whispered into your ear, before pulling the covers over you. You smiled, enjoying having him still hard inside you. You drifted off into peaceful sleep, knowing that when you would wake, your people would be safe and you'd get the dicking of your life.

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lostamongthestarz · 8 months

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Can I have Nightwing × Trans!Masc headcannons? (I got my hw done and you promised-)

Nightwing/Dick Grayson x trans!male reader ( a gift for my friend)

Nightwing would be proud < 3

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❗❗FEM READERS ARE ON THIN ICE, DO NOT FETISHIZE MY WRITING, I WRITE THESE HEADCANONS FOR MY FELLOW TRANS MEN❗❗

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Dick would be an absolute sweetheart, Another DC character who doesn’t care if your pre or post-top surgery- he’s going to shower you with so much love and affection

If you're training with him then he’s going to act like one of those dudes in action movies, Telling you how he’s not going to hold back just because you're his boyfriend. Doesn’t care if you kick his ass or not.

If he’s had a tough or bad day loves to scoop you up into his arms and just hold you for a few hours

Play with his hair, will melt in your arms (makes a noise almost like purring but bro is just mumbling things you can’t understand

Talks about you 24/7, and no one can get him to shut up about you

Loves to pamper you but also doesn’t mind if you do it back, his love language is all over the place half the time

Showers you with sweet comments and words if your feeling down- or if you want your space, he cooks your favorite meal- I know most would probably put dick under the label of not being able to cook but I feel like if he feels like it, he could make a bomb ass meal.

Will let you hear his clothes- loves seeing you hear his hoodies. Will “accidentally” leave them laying around for you to steal

Sucker for PDA, forehead kisses, hand holding- you name it. He just likes being close to you. Cuddling is his favorite past time

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My inbox is open 💌

Request open <3

#x male reader #x trans male reader #dc x reader #dc x male reader #nightwing x reader #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x male reader #nightwing x male reader

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someoneimsure · 2 years

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Bruce: These are my sons. Dick, Jason, Y/N, Tim, Duke, and Damian.

Y/N, flush-faced and happy to be considered a son instead of a daughter and realizes too late what this means: Damnit, this means I can’t date Jason.

Jason: What the hell, Bruce?! Could you at least pretend I wasn’t your son for ONE DAY.

Bruce, confused as hell: ...they’re all adopted?

Damian: Father, how could you--!

Bruce: Except for Damian.

#Jason Todd x Reader #has anyone ever done this before #Trans!Reader #Jason Todd x Trans!Reader #Jason Todd #Bruce Wayne #Damian Wayne #Batboys #im with bruce on this one #Incorrect Batfamily Quotes #DC Reader Insert #my post #Batfamily x Reader #Bruce Wayne x Reader #my quotes

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demigoddessqueens · 4 months

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If you write Trans Characters, can I send in a request for being Diana Prince’s sibling who a trans male, and her being a protective and supportive sister?

Of course you can!! This idea is sooo cute!!

HERE ON MASTERLIST 9

Being Diana’s trans sibling includes…

She and you are very close, as you have left Themyscira together, so she’s very in tune to what you think or feel.

Once you come out to Diana, she’s super thrilled that you trust her and pulls you into a tight hug

“Our Queen Mother would be proud!”

Very proud to call you her brother 💕! And still holds you in the highest regard as a fellow Amazon

Talk about the most encouraging and supportive sister!

Always has encouraging words and messages sent to you, checking up on what you want or need everyday

Of course she bought a flag for you!

And will be at the parades with you too!

Daily affirmations become a thing too, showing you to love yourself.

There’s an occasion for every of your landmarks

God of Olympus above, help the forsaken poor soul who dare bad-mouth you! Big Sis Diana will not stand for this.

Updating and adding new clothes that feel like you are always a must, so shopping trips for the wardrobe

Even the rest of the Justice League are supportive, passing along messages like “congratulations!”, “good for you!”

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prismuffin · 1 year

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You know how the Superfam all have XRay vision?

What if Conner/ Kon-el was practing using his XRay vision and accidentally scans over Reader's crotch area while going to look at something else.

But Kon was never told the Reader is a Transman, so Kon is just very concerned has why reader doesn't have male parts.

- OwO

I don't know, I just found this thought extremely funny.

hmm ok I had to think on this once 'cause I think-

Conner would definitely be not only confused but also embarrassed. He was just practicing his X-Ray vision and you just happened to be where he looked, and his eyes just happened to travel downwards. He immediately looked away but found himself doing a double-take to be sure of what he saw. Yeah, he'd be very confused and wouldn't know how to bring it up to you at all.

Did you lose your dick in battle? What if it was very traumatizing for you.

He ends up sitting you down to ask you about it and you get pretty mad at him about it, but you understand it was a mistake. After you tell him about you being trans he really doesn't see you any differently he's now just aware of that side of you.

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jewishfalin · 2 years

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Just One Normal Night Alone Together

Ed Nygma x Oswald Cobblepot

(This is my first fanfic in like 10 years pls be nice to me)

I wrote a domestic riddlebird fanfic about them having a romantic dinner together at home. Loosely based on gotham, but also some other things and just a fan interpretation of the characters and what I want to see. I'm just havin fun and want to see these bitches happy.

I've written them as t4t jewish butch lesbians cuz I am projecting here I'm ngl. I use he/she pronouns for Ed and he/they for Oswald. Anyways, interpret however u will in a respectful way and enjoy.

word count: 2363

It was a lovely friday evening, and maybe the first night in many that The Batman will finally be able to get some rest. Or, at least, a break from the Penguin and the Riddler. Crime is tough business, and even these two need a day off every now and then, and this one is special. It’s their date night.

Ed is in the kitchen cooking dinner for him and Oswald’s evening alone. She smiles and hums along to the cheery tunes coming from her old music tape she has playing in the background, while she focuses on getting just the perfect amount of sweet paprika in a beaker that he uses as a measuring cup. He has her own little cooking space in their home, which is more like a laboratory than a kitchen. She does use it as one from time to time for some of her projects, but of course, he keeps all the equipment used for experiments and such carefully separated from the cooking supplies.

Ed and Oswald have bickered over their difference in cooking styles in the past, and they still do sometimes, but in a more playful manner than before. Eddie likes to have very precise measurements of all of his ingredients when he cooks, as well as and especially when baking.

Oswald personally finds exact measurements in cooking to be unnecessary, and their mother always told him that the best way to cook is to measure with your heart. Oswald has now come to understand that Eddie does measure with his heart too, it just happens that Ed’s heart is very particular with her spices.

Oswald is upstairs in their room, getting dressed up. He had just gotten done doing their hair and makeup after he had gotten out of a warm bath to soothe his aching. Oswald is aware that it’s their own house and that they’re alone together tonight, and that his lovely spouse would swoon at anything they wore (or didn't wear for that matter), but he still wanted to feel handsome and impress her.

Eddie had asked Ozzy to stay outside the kitchen, since she wanted the meal to be a surprise, but it is near impossible to keep the fumes of a delicious dish confined to a single room, and familiar smells fill the home. Oswald already has a good guess what Ed is preparing, but they'll still pretend to keep wondering and act surprised when he comes downstairs, so that they can see that precious excited smile on Eddie’s face that he adores so much.

Oswald sits at the edge of his bed as he secures his leg brace, then takes his cane from beside him and stands up, taking a deep breath. They then head out of the room and make their way down the stairs to meet Ed in the dining room. Once Oswald is downstairs, he sets his cane aside nearby and takes a seat at their dining table. He gets there earlier than Ed, but he doesn't mind.

Ozzy sits there and enjoys the ambiance of the muffled music in the distance and warm fragrance coming from the kitchen. There’s already two sets of silverware, neatly folded napkins, and wine glasses carefully placed at their seats at the table, along with an unopened bottle of red wine, and two unlit candles at the center between them. For a moment, Oswald considers opening the wine early while he waits for his lover, but decides against it, so that they can share the first taste together.

After a few minutes, Eddie could be heard scrambling out from the kitchen and up the stairs, mumbling to themself frantically. Oswald smiled and chuckled quietly to themself in adoration as they heard this and tapped their foot as they waited eagerly for his spouse to come back downstairs. Once Ed was ready, he sprinted downstairs and into the dining room.

“Oswald!” She exclaimed, then stopped to catch her breath. His eyes sparkled as he looked at her spouse who was sitting at the table, smiling at her.

“Well, hello, Eddie-darling!” Said Oswald, fondly.

Ozzy dressed a bit lighter than usual tonight, but stunning nonetheless. He was dressed in a nice pair of black and violet plaid dress pants, a lavender satin blouse, and a dark robe with soft puffy feathers on it. They had been together for years now, but Eddie still blushed and grinned widely at the site of his beautiful spouse dressed up for an occasion.

Ed was also dressed up in one of her green suits and a purple tie, that she had borrowed from Oswald years ago and never returned. Oswald doesn’t dare ask for it back anyways, since it looks so damn stunning on Eddie. She’s been growing his hair out too, and it’s been getting wavy and there was something new about the way she styled it tonight. Oswald stared up at her with a dreamy expression and if they were a cartoon, they'd have hearts floating above their head.

Eddie giggled and flapped his arms a little while bouncing on her feet lightly.

“Wow! You look so gorgeous- Well, you always do, but you know!” She told Oswald, with a big grin.

Oswald smiled and laughed, “Oh, hush, you're the one to talk!” He responded, as he stood up. They hugged each other and shared a gentle kiss.

“Oh, dinner is ready!” Ed said, “I'll go get that- Don’t go anywhere!”

He gave Oswald a quick kiss on the forehead before going back to the kitchen to retrieve their meal. Oswald giggled and sat back down with a loving sigh.

Soon enough, Eddie came back with a rolling serving cart that had their covered plates and a fresh loaf of challah wrapped in a beautifully embroidered cloth. He set Oswald’s plate in front of where he was sitting, and then set her own plate at her side of the table, but didn't take a seat yet.

From the window, they could see that the sun hadn't set just yet, but was slowly sinking down towards the horizon. It was time to light candles and say shabbat blessings.

It’s not all the time that they get a shabbat alone together away from all the chaos in this g-d forsaken city, so on the rare occasions that they do, they like to make the most of it. The traditions they share are one of the few things that keep them grounded and sane (Well, as much as is possible for the two of them, anyway). To feel human and happy, together, at least for just a night, is a blessing to them that they will always cherish.

Eddie lights the candles, and they both wave their hands in front of their closed eyes before saying the blessing over them. After the candle lighting, Ed starts to bounce up and down and dance towards Ozzy as she begins to sing Shalom Eleinu, and she gently lifts a shy Ozzy out of his chair and swings him around. Oswald laughs sheepishly and begins to sing along with him, and together they dance for a minute or so.

Once they’re done, they grin and laugh together happily and Ed goes to uncork the wine and fills one of the glasses. She begins to recite Kiddush and Oswald joins in. Once they have blessed the wine, Eddie takes a sip out of the glass and passes it to Ozzy, who does the same.

The wine is a deliciously rich and acidic pinot noir. Ed’s choice in wine adds more evidence to Oswald’s guess of what she had made for dinner. Eddie may have a habit of being a bit predictable, but Ozzy is charmed by it and tries not to think too much about the fact that tonight's surprise dinner won't be much of a surprise to him, but he’s sure he'll love what Ed has made nonetheless.

Finally, they bless the bread, tear off a piece each, and sit back down to enjoy. The challah is still warm and fluffy and tastes amazing, and Ed’s effort put into his baking definitely shows.

Eddie stares at Oswald eagerly as he removes the cover from his plate to reveal the goulash he had spent hours meticulously cooking. Oswald smiled. His guess was correct.

“Oh, Ed, wow! This looks delicious.” He said.

Ed’s smile widened and he waved her hands in victory.

“I'm glad you think so! I tried to get it just right, and I feel like last time it could have been better, so I added more paprika, and-” she continued to ramble about her process for another minute while Oswald listened and looked up at her with loving eyes.

“Well anyways- I really hope you like it!” Eddie ended.

“Eddie, please, dear. All your meals turn out absolutely fantastic. Thank you.” Oswald said.

They both say bracha, and then begin to eat. The meal was delicious and very nostalgic and comforting to Oswald. Of course, it was not the same as his mother’s, but inspired, and had it’s own charm to it. The texture is something new as well, for Eddie’s sake, which Ozzy doesn’t mind. Ed’s love really did show through his cooking in this meal of theirs. She seemed pleased with himself too.

“How is it?” Eddie asks.

Oswald smiles and nods, putting a finger up as they take a moment to finish chewing.

“It's perfect, Ed, thank you. I love it.” He says, happily.

Eddie grins widely and joyfully rocks in her chair. “Oh good, I'm really glad!”

They continue on with their meal, rambling and laughing together. At one point, Ed gets up to put on some music on their record player. After they have finished dinner, Eddie takes their plates back to the kitchen and hurries back with dessert; pumpkin pie, and a fresh mulled wine to go with it.

Eddie explains that he wanted to keep dessert simple and decided on pumpkin pie because it’s the fall, and Ozzy showers her in thanks and compliments, knowing doing so will make her blush.

They spent more time together at the table, having loving banter, and playing guessing games. After dessert, they argued playfully over who was going to clean up, and eventually gave up and decided to work together. Once they've taken their dishes to the kitchen and tidied up, they head to their piano room.

Eddie plays whatever song comes to his mind, and Ozzy sits next to him and sings along, or hums and makes up words along with the tune if he doesn't know the words, or if the song doesn't already have any words to go with it. Ozzy’s improvised singing gets Ed to giggle, and Ozzy laughs too.

After a while, Oswald gets up and hugs Ed from behind, holding her tightly for a long moment and Ed plays a little slower, then eventually stops to soak in the embrace. Ozzy kisses him on the top of her head and runs their fingers through his hair.

“I love you, Eddie-darling.” Ozzy tells her.

Ed hums and gently takes Oswald’s hand and kisses it.

“I love you too, dear.” Ed responds, fondly.

Eddie turns around and hugs Oswald tightly, then looks up at them with a warm smile.

“Would you like to dance with me?” He asks.

Oswald smiles and kisses him.

“I'd love to.”

And so, Eddie takes Oswald's hands as he gets up and they both go to pick a record to listen to. Normally, there would be some bickering between the two of them when picking one out together, but, surprisingly, none tonight.

Ed fumbled with the record player and eventually the music began to play and she giggled with excitement once it did. They swayed to the music, took each other by the hands, and began dancing together, slowly. It took them a bit to decide who would lead, and they agreed that they'd take turns and switch after each song.

They spent the next half-hour there, dancing, chatting, and drinking wine. At one point, they stopped to take a break, and in that time, Oswald brought out a joint to smoke. They half-jokingly debated a bit about it breaking shabbat, being that they would have to light it, but ended on deciding it’s probably fine, since Oswald smokes to relieve his chronic pain. Eddie lights it for them, though. He’s supporting his wife, after all.

Plus, neither of them are that observant anyways, but they like to at least try to be on days like these when they have enough peace to do so. Their happy days.

They smoke through Oswald’s long cigarette holder that they own simply for the aesthetic, and Eddie has to admit she looks incredibly hot with it. Once they've finished, they hold each other and tell jokes for a few minutes, then decide they want to dance more, so they help each other up and get back to their waltz.

They chat a little more, and then after a while, their dancing gets slower and they become silent, sinking into each other and getting lost in the music.

Tumbala, tumbala, tumbalalaika…

Ozzy closes his eyes, resting his head on Eddie's chest. Ozzy can feel the vibrations, as she hums along to the song.

Meydl, meydl, ch'vel bay dir fregen,

Vos kan vaksn, vaksn on regn?

Vos kon brenen un nit oyfhern?

Vos kon benken, veynen on trern?

The riddle in the song reminds Oswald of Ed, and it makes them smile. He can tell Ed likes this part of the song too, with the way he sways more and sings along quietly to himself.

Narisher bkcher, vos darfstu fregn?

A shteyn ken vaksn, vaksn on regn.

Libeh ken brenen un nit oyfhern.

A harts kon benken, veynen on trern.

Now they're both singing along, to the words they know, and humming to the words they don't know. They laugh quietly together and as the song ends, they hold each other tightly and share a gentle, passionate kiss.

They pull away and smile at each other.

“Let's go to bed.” Oswald says.

Ed kisses him on the forehead.

“Of course, dear.”

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gvtted-ratz · 2 months

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request/idea rules

requests: open

fandoms/characters:

• dc

the ridder/edward nashton (the batman 2022), scarecrow/johnathan crane (mix of arkham night game+injustice 2)

• marvel

anthony "tony" stark/iron man, peter benjamin parker/spider-man, wade wilson/deadpool, helmut zemo, james "bucky" barnes/winter soldier, matthew "matt" murdock/daredevil, franklin "foggy" nelson, frank castle/the punisher, william "billy" russo/jigsaw, miguel o'hara, spider-punk/hobart "hobie" brown (smatsv)

• slasher fandom

billy lenz (black christmas 1974), brahms heelshire, martin mathias (martin 1977), harry warden/the miner (og and remake), asa emory (the collector), jason voorhees (og and 2009 remake), michael myers (og and rz remake), arkin o'brien (the collector/the collection), arkin o'brien (the collector/the collection), nicholas "nick" henry jones(house of wax, lester sinclair (house of wax)

john doe +

john doe

• marble hornets

masky/timothy "tim" wright, skully/jay merrick, alexander "alex" kralie, hoody/brian thomas

• duskwood (game)

richy rogers, phil hawkins, jake "hakermen", thomas, daniel "dan" anderson

there will be blood

eli sunday

that's not my neighbor (game)

physicist/dr. w. afton, milkman/francis mosses, hoon (milkman doppelganger), scarlet milk (milkman doppleganger), pilot/steven rudboys, d.d.d agent (hazmat guy)

today i'm harvesting you (game)

dante, the collector

call of duty (+modern warfare 2)

könig, simon "ghost" riley, kyle "gaz" garrick, john "soap" mactavish, alejandro vargas, rodolfo "rudy" parra, gary "roach" sanderson

yes/no:

will not do

• incest

• suicide

• ddlg/ddlb

• scat/urine

• pregnancy

• heavy angst

• teacher/student

• sa/rape/non-con

• full smut/sex scenes

• illnesses/issues we're unfamiliar with (ask)

• underage/child anything (papa, uncle, child, etc. reader &/or character)

• fem reader (including pronouns/detailed anatomy due to high discomfort) - anything else is fine

can/will do

• fics (1k+)

• past abuse

• headcanons

• drabbles (100-1k)

• alpha/beta/omega

• polyamory relationships

• blood, gore, violence, etc.

• self-harm (to a degree. ask)

• anything soft, comfort, fluff

• aus (soulmate, cafe, bookstore, etc.)

• some ships/otps/rarepairs (feel free to ask)

• death of character/reader (character/reader kills the other)

• nearly any pronouns (including neos, just provide pronouns)

• male/masc, gender-neutral, nonbinary, trans male reader, neogenders/xenogender reader (this includes monster, human, alien, divine etc. readers)

• "steamy" scenes/dub-con (more tame/less described) <- will be posted on ao3 ONLY (link will be provided for requests)

#request #request rules #x reader #x male reader #x trans male reader #x gender neutral reader #fanfic request #marvel #dc #marble hornets #duskwood #duskwood game #john doe visual novel #cod mw2 #cod #francis mosses x reader #dr w afton x reader

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punkeropercyjackson · 23 days

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Jason simps(not me)need to lower their voices with how they talk about Tim regarding attraction like sorry but Tim's a boy next door secret superhero who dropped out high school,has a photography hobby and is an actual skater boy instead of ✨️vibes✨️ which do not exist and Mizz Lavigne Will Pay but back on topic he's also a canon bisexy king and peak realistic traumatized teenage boy rep while Jason's a grown ass man who's only friends are his ex girlfriends and TIM'S ex girlfriend and his bestie is Duke-literally his brother,thinks Jane Austen is a good author,blames everybody else for his reputation going to ass because HE entered his slasher era and dosen't even game or eat neapolitan food on a regular basis like he should.Tim is good taste in men,Jason is just taste in men and that's why i'm the only one who knows what he tastes like

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sylverfishies · 1 year

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My fanfiction rulez 😱 + intro

Hi!! I'm Sylverfish! or just Sylvester 🤭 my pronouns are It/De/Xe/He

I'm new to fanfiction writing I am so sorry if it sucks in the beginning💀

Fandoms I'm in and who I write for:

🦇Batman universe🦇:

Batman (any version)

Joker (Joaquin Pheonix, Heath Ledger, Cameron Monaghan (Jerome and Jeremiah) + any comic)

Oswald Cobblepot (Comics, Robert L Taylor, Paul Williams)

Riddler (Paul Dano, Cory M Smith)

Victor Zsasz (Anthony Carrigan)

Butch Gilzean <3 <3 (Drew Powell)

Jim Gordan (any version)

Maria "Fish" Mooney (Jada Smith)

💣Team Fortress 2💣:

Medic

Spy

Sniper

Scout

Soldier

Demoman

Heavy

Engineer

🔪Slashers🔪:

Jason Voorhees

Michael Myers

Patrick Bateman

Norman Bates (Movie only srry bates motel lovers :(

Bubba sawyer <3

Robert (Chop Top) Sawyer

Nubbins Sawyer

Lester Sinclair

⚛️The Big Bang Theory⚛️:

Leonard Hofstadter

Sheldon Cooper

Rajesh Koothrappali

📺Crashbox📺:

Professor Rocket

Jumpin Johnny Jumble

Captain Bones

Sketch

🏃‍♂️Extras that don't make a whole category:

Shaun Murphy (The Good Doctor)

Morticia and Gomez Addams (Anjelica Huston & Raul Julia) (yes it has to be poly >:(

Stuart "2d" Pots & Murdoc Niccals

Pavi Largo & Luigi Largo (Repo! The Genetic Opera)

Red guy (dhmis)

HEADS-UP: I picked these characters at 2 am so I most likely forgot a few people, if ur fav isn't on this list just ask if I write for them!

Rulez! Do's and Dont's

✅️What I will write for✅️:

Lemon and Lime

Fluff

Minor fighting/violence

Male readers

FTM readers <3

Character x reader

Imagines

Headcanons

full fanfictions?? Idfk

🚫Stuff I WON'T write🚫:

Fem readers or gender-neutral readers

Non-con

Dub-con

CNC

P3dophilia

"Watersports"

Sc@t or V0m!t

!nc3st

Death of the reader

This list will have updates probably -Sylverfishies

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brianwashere · 1 year

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How do you feel about a bat family x male reader in which the reader (adopted or biologically Bruce’s, up to you) figures out for himself that he is trans and struggles with telling the family

*laughs maniacally* how do I feel? How do I FEEL???

I was very excited omg :333

I wrote this at 1:00 am so I’m so sorry if it’s not as good as my usual stuff

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from DC Comics**

Pairing: batfam x trans!brother!reader

Genre: slight hurt/comfort? There’s a happy ending

Summary: look at req

Tw: unintentional use of deadname, slight mention of skin picking

The Hardest Answer

You’d figured out you were trans a few months ago.

You didn’t wanna believe it at first. You didn’t wanna think about what being trans meant for you. For your family.

Eventually though, it became too much to bear. Weighing down on your chest and slowly suffocating you. You soon came to the horrifying realization you’d need to tell your family.

You knew at least three of your brothers wouldn’t have a problem with it. Hell, Tim had a boyfriend. But what about Damian and your dad?

Damian was obsessed with living up to the Wayne name, no matter how much he pretended he didn’t, and your father, he was always in the spotlight. Always pressured to be perfect, and by extension you were too.

The media was feral when they found out there was another biological child of The Prince of Gotham.

It was the Wayne’s monthly family dinner. It was awful, everyone kept calling you by that awful name. That name that just wasn’t you. It filled your ears and you had no choice but to respond to it.

“Hey ________ can you pass the salt?”

“________ what do you think about doing our hair together tonight?”

You couldn’t handle it. So many people and none of them knew who you really were. You kept your eyes low and messed around with the various foods on your plate.

Tim was sitting next to you and seemed to catch onto you just picking at the food on your plate and not interacting with the people at the table.

“You good, _____?” He whispered to you.

You clenched your jaw and shrugged, forcing yourself not to scream about how you weren’t whoever the hell he thought he was talking to. How you weren’t a girl.

By now Damian’s attention has been caught and he was eyeing you up and down as well.

“_______, seriously if there’s anything you need to talk about I’m—“ Tim started.

“It’s nothing.” You deadpanned harshly.

Dick nudged Jason and they also looked at you with concern.

“If there’s something you’re not telling us, ______ you should really—“

Something in you snapped. You couldn’t handle it anymore.

“Oh my god! I’m not fucking _______! That’s not my name that’s not who I am!” You screamed.

You abruptly stood up and stomped off to your room. Leaving your family, their minds reeling and processing what you had said.

You slammed the door and locked it. You fell against the door and slid down burying your head in your knees. Tears welled in your eyes and you let out a gross sob.

You heard conversation downstairs but didn’t bother to listen. This was it. They were gunna kick you out or send you to conversion camp, or completely ignore it and act like everything was fine.

You heard steady unhurried footsteps echoing off the walls and approaching your room. You kept yourself quiet when they stopped in front of your door.

Two gentle knocks. Alfred. You stayed silent, picking at the carpet

“If there is something bothering you this badly I strongly suggest you talk about it.” He stated.

You noticed how he didn’t address you directly. You were grateful for such a small consideration.

“Did Master Tim say something to offend you?” He asked politely.

You sniffled, wiping your tear-stained cheeks and snotty nose. You slowly picked yourself up from the floor and unlocked the door, cracking it only enough to see Alfred.

“It wasn’t Tim.” You mumbled, looking at Alfred’s shoes.

“Mmm. I see. Something else then? Something deeper, maybe?” Alfred tried.

He caught on. He knew. You knew he knew. He’s observant like that. You pursed your lips, you felt tears full your eyes again but forced them down. You nodded.

“Well Young Master Wayne, how would you like to be referred to?”

You smiled and told him.

“An excellent name.” He complimented, a twinkle in his eye.

“Are…are you gunna tell the others?” You nervously asked.

“It is not my place. But if I were to give you advice, I would suggest you do tell them. They’re all quite worried, you know.” He rested a hand on your shoulder.

“They’ll accept you.” He reassured.

⋆﹥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━﹤⋆

You walked downstairs and pushed the large doors to the living room open; Alfred had gathered them all there.

Damian was on the floor, petting Titus. Tim was sitting in a small armchair, legs dangling off of one of the arms. Jason was lounging on the couch, feet kicked up on the coffee table. And Dick was sitting crisscrossed on the other couch. Bruce was in a large armchair watching you with knit eyebrows.

You gulped and stepped to where all of the could see you.

Picking your cuticles and watching the floor, you cleared your throat.

“I’m—“ your voice cracked. “I’m sorry for lashing out at dinner but there’s something that’s been bothering me for a while now.”

Everyone watched with anticipation. You took a deep breath.

“I’m trans. I use he/him pronouns. I am not a girl.” You say strongly.

There’s no response. You get nervous, your eyes start to water.

This was all a big mistake you should have never—

Arms were around you. You looked up to see your Jason hugging you. You sobbed into his chest.

“Hey hey, you don’t need to cry. I’m so fucking proud of you.” He assured and pat your back.

“What’s your name, kid?” He asked.

You told him and he smiled.

“That’s a damn good name.” He responded.

The rest of your family caught up quickly. Tim and Dick hugging you and apologizing profusely as well.

Damian walked up to you. You looked down on him. He had his arms crossed.

“I guess one more brother couldn’t do any harm.” He said passively.

You pulled him into a hug as well; he was confused at first but then hugged you back.

Then your father approached you. You held your breath. He embraced you then pulled back to smile at you.

“You make me so proud, son.” He remarked.

You grinned and hugged him again.

Yeah, you were gunna be just fine.

#male reader #batfam x batbro reader #batfamily x reader #batfam x son reader #batfamily x brother reader #batfam x teen reader #batfam x batbro #batbros #batfam x male reader #trans male reader #batfam x trans batbro reader #batfam x Trans Brother reader #alfred pennyworth #Alfred pennyworth solos #dc x teen reader #dc x male reader #dc x male teen reader #dc x reader

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house-of-slayterr · 2 years

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Fresh Out of Ink: Ink Blot Meet Cute Pt. 3

Tw: Animal death

Tag: @rorschach-thumbtack

Reader's POV:

Several days passed working alongside Rorshach. He didn't talk much, not that I expected him to. The quiet was nice. Except when he spoke, it cut through the air like a serrated blade. Landing in your eardrums with such precision you could think he was speaking from inside your head. I jumped when he cleared his throat. He seemed to have noticed because he stood painfully still for a moment.

"It's late, maybe you should get some sleep."

"No, no. I'm fine."

"That's your ninth cup of coffee, you're shaking."

A drop of coffee spilt from my mug as if to emphasise his point. I steadied my hand and glared at him. It surprisingly wasn't hard to tell if he was glaring back, considering he never took off his mask. I found myself becoming mesmerised by it every once and a while. Watching the shape flow and change was oddly calming. Everyone else who saw that mask would be filled with instant fear and dread. But he was different now that I knew him. I must have gotten lost in thought again because a gloved hand touched mine.

"Get some rest." His voice was more commanding this time.

He took the mug from my hands and set it on the coffee table.

"If you think anyone is going to get past me while you sleep, you clearly don't know me."

Again, despite that stupid mask, I could tell he was smirking. I rolled my eyes.

"You need rest to Rorschach, hate to break it to you but you're still mortal."

"And my will is stronger than yours. I'm used to this. I'll rest when it's safe. Now be a good boy and rest." He joked in his sort of stoic way.

It was weird, I'd never actually come out to anyone besides him. It was safer in this city to just pretend to be my birth gender. Putting on makeup every day, and styling my hair in more "girlish" ways, but I never could get the confidence to wear a dress. It made me feel gross. I sometimes think half the reason I haven't tried harder to transition is for my father. He already lost his life, he didn't need to lose his daughter too. But perhaps that was just an excuse for my cowardliness.

Rorschach had a way of pulling things out of you. I figured if I was going to work closely with him, he might as well know the real me. He'd figure it out eventually. Staying cooped up all day with him and eating takeout was sort of nice. I didn't have to dress up, I could relax a little. And he never once made me feel alienated for what I am. Who knew someone so full of hatred and violence could be so kind.

"I will carry you to that bed." He warned.

But his voice held no humour this time.

"Right, right! I'm going. Goodnight Rorschach."

That night I dreamt of the comedian's death. I dreamt of my fathers murder. Everything was covered in blood. There was nowhere I could run where death would follow. I couldn't take much more of the guilt and bloodshed. I awoke in a cold sweat, blinking my eyes rapidly to ground myself. Rorschach stood at the edge of my bed. I placed a hand over my heart in shock.

"I heard you whimpering." His voice was awkward like he didn't know how to make it sound soft and low. Like he was struggling to find the proper tone.

I shrugged off the blanket, not really caring if he saw me in my boxers and vest. I frustratedly reached for a hair tie at my nightstand and threw my hair into a bun.

"I'm fine." I sighed.

"There are tear stains on your cheek."

I squinted. How the hell could he see that from where he stood. He was halfway across the room and it was dark. Then it dawned on me, that he must have been closer before I woke.

"Where you watching me sleep?" I tried to make my voice sound accusatory.

"Only the last half hour. I didn't know if I should wake you. I've heard that makes these things worse."

I sighed, brushing the few strands of hair that didn't reach my bun, out of my face.

"Why don't you sleep" I pointed to the be "It's still warm."

He stared straight ahead. I picked up the blanket off the bed and threw it at him.

"I'm not asking Mr 'you need your rest' If you need to fight I'm not letting you do it sleep deprived. I'll keep watching the rest of the night, I cant go back to sleep anyway." I mumbled the last part.

I don't know where the sudden vote of confidence came from, but he didn't seem to be angry at it. In fact, I thought I almost heard him chuckle. But that couldn't be right. men like him didn't laugh. The joy had been sucked out of him aeons ago. And for that, I felt sorry.

"Wake me up in an hour if I'm not already awake," he commanded.

I shook my head.

"Two. No negotiation."

I heard him inhale a deep breath.

"Two, not a second more."

I raised my hands in defeat, backing away towards the door.

"You can shower first in the morning if you'd like. I'm gonna attempt to make us a proper breakfast for once."

I heard him grunt. A short but effective response. I closed the door behind me, giving him his privacy to take off his mask. I'm sure he'd just sleep in it again anyways. But I didn't want him to feel like he had to. It was none of my business what he looked like. No matter how many times I'd thought of it.

I looked over some of the photos now with fresh eyes. Checking every inch of the scenery for any types of clues. I refilled the pot with some fresh coffee and gently hummed a tune under my breath. I was careful not to make too much noise as I knew he was a light sleeper. You had to be in his line of work. In a frustrated sigh, I gave my eyes a break from searching. Another strand of hair fell from my bun and I'd grown fed up with it. What was I even hiding from anymore? It's not like I'd made a life for myself yet. No family, kids, friends... I could just start over in a new part of town and nobody would be the wiser.

I grabbed the scissors from the kitchen drawer and talked over to the mirror in my hallway. Normally I'd do this in the bathroom, but with him asleep in my bed, I didn't want to open the door. I violently started hacking away at my hair, letting out the weeks frustration on it. Who cares if it was messy? I just wanted it gone. I stared in the mirror for a long time. I haven't had hair this short since I was twelve. I grabbed a hoodie from my coat rack, and flipped the hood up.

I'd get it fixed later, I could always just wear a hat. I grabbed the broom in cleaned up the mess before getting started on breakfast. I made some french toast and turkey sausage. There was a bowl of oranges I had yet to touch, so I squeezed some into some orange juice. As I was finishing up, I looked at my watch and realised it was time to wake him. I gently knocked on the door, the only signal he needed. After a few minutes with my ear pressed to the door, I heard shuffling then some water turned on. I turned back to finish cooking.

I had grown used to his foot falls, getting better at knowing when he was approaching. I don't think he intended to be stealthy. It was just what he'd grown used to. I fixed my plate and started walking toward my room.

"Knock when you're done."

I ate in my room to give him privacy when his mask was off. I didn't mind it much. I never really used my dining table before now. After eating, I got up to shower. It felt so different and went by quicker when I didn't have to wash a foot of hair. It also dried faster too. I struggled for a moment to put on my binder. But it always felt better once it was on. I threw on a boring outfit of a t-shirt and jeans. When I heard the knock on the door, I knew it was safe to come out.

Rorshach always did his own dishes, and instead upon cleaning mine too. his hand was waiting to take my plate but he paused.

"What?"

"Your hair." He said.

I looked up as if that would give me a better view.

"That bad huh?" I joked.

He shook his head.

"I can fix it. Who do you think cuts my hair?" He stated nonchalantly.

He walked over to the sink and began scrubbing my dish. I stood there stunned for a minute. Not only did the Rorshach offer to cut my hair, but he just cracked a joke.

"You have hair?" I asked before I could stop myself. "I'm sorry!" I blurted out.

He turned to look at me

"That was a good one kid, I'll give you that."

I was glad he wasn't mad.

"Where do you keep the scissors?"

"Drawer on your left."

It was weird having a man so skilling in killing, holding a sharp object so close to my head. But I'd grown to trust him. He worked in silence and I let him, running over the details of the case over and over. The gore of the picture never got less disturbing, but I could look longer now. I'd learned to detach myself from the personal aspect of it. Something he must have accidentally rubbed off on me. When he stepped away I knew he was done.

I got up and walked down to eh mirror, checking myself out. It didn't look half bad. A much better job than I did in my half-alseep state.

"Thank you."

Another low grunt. "Short suits you."

We went back to the case as if that moment never happened. After about an hour, I shot up on the couch. Rorsacch gave turned to look at me and I could only imagine he had a look of confusion on his hidden face.

"The warehouse on 9th!" I exclaimed.

"Hmmm?"

"In the photo, look at the windows in the back. It's the only building in town that has those windows. It was abandoned due to it not being up to the safety code."

"You're more observant than I gave you credit for, nice work." "My job is quite literally to be observant Rory, don't patronize me!"

Another look that I only could assume meant "Stop Talking"

"I'll go check it out." HE stood to leave but I grabbed his arm.

"I think you mean we..." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"You do understand there could be people who want you dead there right?"

"All the more reason for me to go then. I'm not letting you go alone."

"Not happening kid." "I've asked you to stop calling me that. This is my fight too! Whether you like it or not. Besides, if you truly think I'm as defenceless as you say I am, wouldn't it be better for me to stay with you. What if it's a trap and they know you'll leave me alone in my apartment? What then?"

He grumbled, rubbing the bridge of his mask.

"Do everything I say. No hesitation. Got it?"

"Yes."

I didn't dare do anything that might put either of us at risk. I knew how to be stealthy. And I had a little self-defence training. But I was nowhere near the skill he was. As we snooped around the warehouse, it was clear someone had been here recently. I rubbed my fingers along a spot on the wall.

"Rorschach, what do you smell here?" I asked.

He made his way over to where I stood.

"Smells like bleach"

"Exactly, which means somebody tried to clean something up recently. And they did a poor job too."

I took the flashlight out of my bag and shined it on the wall. There was a giant pink tint on the wall. And some white powder near the floor.

"He was here, I know it." I sighed.

This was where my father had his last moments. Rorschach put a gentle hand on my shoulder. I shrugged it off.

"Watch the entrance while I get photo evidence?"

He gave me a nod and walked off. But things didn't go as smoothly as planned. On our way out, I must have tripped some sort of silent alarm. The sound of dogs barking grew closer. He grabbed my hand and we sprinted toward the exit. We were pushed back when a pair of giant dogs. I jumped when I heard another growl from behind us.

"When I say run, you make a break for it." He said lowly.

I sprinted for the door at his signal, as the dogs pounced on him. But the guilt in my chest rose. I couldn't save my dad, but that didn't mean I had to leave Roarschah behind. I dropped my bag on the outside of the building, hiding it near the dumpster. I grabbed a discarded pipe and made my way back into the building. One of the dogs was already taken care of, but the other two were circling him.

"Hey!" I shouted, gaining their attention.

All attention in the room snapped to me. It was exactly what I wanted, but I’ll admit, it’s far scarier than I imagined. One of the dogs came sprinting up the metal staircase to where I was. I backed up to the ledge, dodging out other the way. I swung the metal pipe, trying to ward it off while Rory took care of the other one.

The dog grabbed onto the pipe with its jaws and threw it. I panicked; leaping over the dog as it made a jump at me. I flew over the railing, tucking and rolling right into the other dog. Sending the two of us flying into the nearest wall. Rorschach took that moment of distraction sent his grappling hook flying through the other dogs skull as it came at him.

As I tried to stand, the dog on me latched onto my arm, ripping into my flesh. I let out a loud scream. Thinking quickly, I grounded myself, pressing it’s body up into the wall. It bit down harder, but it started to struggle against me. I used my left leg and stomped down on the wood board next to me, sending a loose brick flying into the air. I caught it with my spare hand and smashed it down into the dogs skull repeatedly until it stopped struggling. I slumped to the ground exhausted, and Rorschach came running over.

“What the hell was that?!? I told you to run.”

“And I told you I wasn’t letting you do any part of this alone.”

I winced, the dogs jaw still firmly latched onto my arm. It’s muscles permanent locked in that position. He knelt down.

“Take a deep breath. On three ok? One… Two…”

I heard it’s jaw crack and felt the teeth leave my arm before three. I glared at him. I looked down to see one tooth still embedded in my skin. I reached over to pluck it from my flesh.

“Souvenir.” I joked.

“This isn’t funny. You need immediate medical attention. And I can’t be here when they come. You should have listened to me.”

“And let you get yourself killed? No way!”

“I have experience-“

“And you’re reckless. I’ve seen how you work. I was sent to survey The comedian remember? I know quite a bit about all of you.”

“Yet somehow you still don’t know who I am under this mask.”

He ripped off a piece of my hoodie and warped it tightly around the wound. I hissed.

“That wasn’t my objective. Despite the irony of it all, I do respect peoples privacy. But everyone has their price. Trust me, if I really wanted to know who you were Rorschach, I’d have known it already.”

He leaned back against the wall to catch his breath after finishing bandaging me up.

“You really should get that looked at.” He sighed.

I threw my apartment key to him with a little “heads up” he looked at it for a moment before looking back up at me.

“Promise you won’t do anything stupid while I’m gone. First aid kit is under that bathroom sink to bandage your smaller scrapes. If you’re not there when I get out, I’ll assume the worst.”

He gave me a small nod.

“Take care of yourself Rorschach. We’re in this… together.”

I waited about fifteen minutes until I was sure he was far enough away. My phone was busted but surprisingly still worked. I called for an ambulance and waited. The nerves finally started to set in, the adrenaline of the whole thing wearing off. Despite my father dying, witnessing as murder and being brutally attacked by guard dogs, trying to get Rorschach to open up was somehow the scariest thing I’ve ever done.

An: Also not me writing this storyline in like three different POV’s. This is the most chaotic thing I’ve ever written so I promise next time I write anything for watchmen it will be more cohesive. And hopefully I’ll have my hands on some of the comics by then. Sorry, I couldn’t do this more justice, I’m trying my best.

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