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reveluving · 1 year

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moments that matter ; bruce wayne x batmom reader

warnings: pure fluff!

a/n: I got nothing to say, I just wanted to give battinson!bruce a try!

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it's hard for people to believe that he's a married man, let alone a father.

out of everyone in the family, many wonders how bruce had not only proposed to you, but also fathered the former acrobat. at first, they thought its cause the boy lost his parents, just as bruce did. and with dick's more upbeat energy, it's understandable that he likely takes it from you than bruce.

but then, bruce adopts another kid.

and another.

... and another.

and everyone starts asking themselves if this was all his idea or yours.

oh, if only they knew.

if only they knew your struggle to resist those sad eyes he'd give you.

you just wished the public gave him so much more credit when it comes the kids. you don't think you could even handle the life as a mother without bruce.

and as much as your kids love to joke about bruce's 'teenage phase', one can only imagine the sheer gratefulness they had for him and you.

the perfect balance to this cruel yet sweet world.

it doesn't take long for people to figure out that your children's compassionate side has to come from you, which they weren’t wrong. even bruce himself acknowledged it.

but bruce is anything but heartless, no no. would he even consider taking any of them under his wing if he was? no!

and the idea of fatherhood came easier because you were by his side. so what if he now has eight kids? why would he want to imagine what his life would've been without them?

without the texts from dick, who's all the way in bludhaven, to take breaks?

without jason's interferences when he's outnumbered by a number of gangsters?

without the sounds of tim and damian arguing over the littlest things, only to hilariously end it by shaking hands when you give them 'the eye'?

without attending cass' recital with you, your boys and even alfred, steph, babs and kate as she's the main dancer?

without terry being matt's assistant as the latter tries to treat bruce's so-called ouchies?

without living this life without you?

no. it was impossible to imagine the other bruce wayne.

the bruce wayne he didn't turn out to be.

but hey, speaking of yourself, wanna know a random fact he loves about you?

your style!

whatever your aesthetics may be, he loves you for it! who was he to say otherwise, when he doesn't really take his own into account anyway?

you're in all-black too? that's great! no one's here to judge—not him, not alfred, and certainly not his kids. you're the one able to mix and match like a true professional!

but say your sense of style falls under the bright/pastel/fairycore-like category! gotham's pretty depressing, including the manor itself, so he appreciates it when he's suddenly slapped with a sight of his wife donning her soft pink dress.

bruce finds it endearing that you actually wore the shades he bought for both you and himself. he thought he was being silly at first, wondering if you'd actually wear it, so imagine his surprise when just days after, you decided to match with him when he found the time to take you out to dinner.

he's even more surprised when one day, duke tells him that you've been under the weather because you lost the shades.

instead of waking up to your husband the next day, you find a glasses case on his pillow, complete with a golden ribbon.

he's bought you a new pair, the same kind, but this time, bruce purposely ordered it so that 'mrs wayne' was written next to the frame name.

he comes home, feigning ignorance by raising his brow, though he knew good and well why you were practically blinding him with your smile before you peppered his face with kisses.

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#nothing's in order here #i just wanted sumn cute #— reve's reverie 🌹#a mother's touch series #batmom #batfam x batmom #battinson!bruce #battinson #bruce wayne x reader #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #tim drake x reader #damian wayne x reader #duke thomas x reader #cassandra cain x reader #terry mcginnis x reader #alfred pennyworth

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hanasnx · 3 months

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MINORS DNI 18+

TERRY McGINNIS likes those ripped tights. Fishnets or old leggings, he likes them ruined. Barely comprehensible as stockings, a mess of tangled strings striping your perfect legs. While he drives his boss’s car he’s got a hand on your thigh, stroking the scratchy material and smoothing over the fat that protrudes out. When he’s feeling playful, he’ll trace the circle of exposed skin on purpose until you smack his hand for tickling. He likes them especially when he gets to tear them even more. Your body underneath him, waiting for him to get your clothes out of the way but he impatiently hooks his fingers into the netting and rips it apart in a swift motion. Your hole now easily accessible as he clambers onto you.

You have half a mind to scold him, but the notion dissolves at the sound of his belt. A bundle of nerves in the pit of your stomach jerks in anticipation at the sound of him shimmying out his dick, guiding it with a big hand on the base. To keep you spread, he leans onto the inside of your thigh, further folding your leg over yourself, and you hear the slow rip of the fabric from his weight. “Bet you’re still gonna wear these.” he tells you, voice low and husky from effort as he nudges your slit with his tip, searching for the give.

“Of course, I will.” you reply, concealing your unsteady breath as you focus on relaxing yourself. You gasp when his head pushes in.

“Yeah?” he questions amusedly, that stupid grin of his meeting your gaze when he picks up his head to look at you. “You gonna think of me every time?” With the inquiry, he bounces his hips, balancing on his knees and hand on your thigh, sinking into you only a couple inches each time. Your brows upturn, the sting of being stretched hopelessly controlling your features, delicately skewing them as you nod to him. “Every time a breeze hits this pussy under those little skirts you wear, you’re gonna think of me. Not that there was much to begin with—“

You clutch onto his bunched up jeans at his hips, pulling him forward to get that extra inch in. “Shut up and just fuck me, McGinnis.”

“Can’t believe you’re gonna walk around pussy-out for me.” he keeps goading you on, that sick grin of his defining his dimples and his sharp canines that glint in the low light. Each piston in, he gets deeper and deeper. The sensation of it causes your eyes to grow heavy, clinging onto his clothes to keep yourself grounded.

“You think… I’m- I’m not covering this up with some… some panties?”

Pushing all the way in, you can’t help but whine. He waits til you’re done complaining. “Not if you’re runnin’ with me, you’re not.”

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yeahimcal · 2 months

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Bad News (Terry McGinnis)

“Terry McGinnis is bad news, you don’t want to mess with him.” was the first thing you heard about him.

“He’s a bad boyfriend. Skips dates, flakes on plans, always has weird bruises is and really tired. None of his partners have ever caught him cheating, but he definitely does.” Was the next several things, all said in a hushed whisper as you were ushered past the black-haired boy in question.

He certainly didn’t… look like bad news. You’d dated guys who were bad news before, and very few of them had looked like Terry. Acted like him, either.

He was nice. He had helped you with your homework when you cried at the study tables in the library, smoothing a soothing hand over your shoulder blades almost unconsciously as he walked you through your chemistry exam study guide. He’d given you some gum, a smile, and a pat on the back before he promptly fell asleep on the table in the back corner of the library, snoring softly.

You’d slid your number into his hand when you left, and that was it for a while. He didn’t text. You saw each other in passing, and he’d smiled and you’d smiled, but nothing more.

Until you’d gotten the call.

“Hey.” He breathed into the speaker, his voice sounding oddly pained. “I’m sorry to call at this hour, but, uh, this… this isn’t really something I can call my mom for.”

He’d given you the address of an abandoned warehouse, begged you not to be freaked out when you got there, and hung up.

You went.

You didn’t really know why you went, for all you knew it was a really elaborate booty call or kidnapping scheme, but ten minutes later you parked next to the warehouse and slipped inside.

There, leaned up against a wall, bleeding and bruised, was Terry.

“You’re- you’re studying to be an EMT, right?” He asked with a pained smile that was supposed to be charming, gesturing to his wounds. “I figured you’d appreciate some hands-on experience.”

“What the hell?” You’d breathed, giving him a shocked look as you rushed to examine his wounds. “Terry, why didn’t you call the police?”

“Not the sharpest, are you.” Terry grunted in what might have been amusement, hissing as you poked and prodded him to see what was hurting. “Can’t call the police, they’d arrest me.”

“Arrest you?” You’d echoed, and then you took in his outfit. All black, with a red bat on the front. A cowl was clutched in his hand, the ends sharpening into little points. “Oh my god.”

“Yeah, I’m Batman.” Terry chuckled, but it was more at the look of shock on your face. He moved to sit up and then groaned, cringing and covering his wound. “Can you patch me up before I die here, please? Kinda called you for your specific set of skills.”

“You are so stupid.” You chided, but reluctantly dug around in your bag for hydrogen peroxide and bandages.

“And you’re old school, doc.” He breathed, smiling up at you cheekily. “You don’t carry those fancy little kits that heal people up on the spot?”

“They don’t sell them to anyone other than certified medical personnel.” You said, giving him a pointed glare and dousing his wound in hydrogen peroxide. “And I’m not a doctor.”

“Ah-” Terry hissed, tipping his head back and gasping in a little breath. … he was pretty. He was really pretty, and it was a little distracting. The voices of your friends rang out in the back of you head, warning you that he was trouble, but you couldn’t find it in you to listen when he swallowed thickly and turned to look at you, a lopsided smile on his pale face. “Same difference.” He breathed, chuckling.

You looked back at his wound, face flushed and feeling dizzy from the laps your brain was having to do to see Terry- scrawny, ‘bad boy’, Terry- as Batman. It seemed ridiculous, but his muscles were right there underneath your hands, tensing as you bandaged him up. He looked bigger than he did when you saw him in passing, stronger- when you saw him, he was always wearing bigger clothes that nearly dwarfed him, making him look smaller than he was. His hair was damp with sweat that ran down his face and made him look a little bit red, his lips parted as he breathed in air. He was gorgeous.

Suddenly, it made a little more sense why his exes had kept on giving him chances.

You worked quietly and efficiently, only sparing a few looks at your accidental patient before you finished patching him up.

“You should get that checked out at an actual hospital.” You said, helping him to his feet. “And I still don’t understand why you called me. We aren’t… friends.”

Terry shrugged, cupping your face in his hand and grinning a toothy smile at you. “Yeah, well, we definitely are now, doc.” He teased, tapping your nose and pushing away from you to head towards the doors opposite of where you’d parked. “Text me sometime and we can go out and get some drinks. I feel like you’ll be better company when you’re not crying over your study guides.”

He slipped the cowl on over his head and you could very nearly feel his stupid smile, which you already knew was going to get you in more trouble than you had bargained for, as he slipped out the doors and into the Gotham night.

When you walked back out to your car, it had a flat tire, and the window was broken.

… okay, maybe Terry was bad news.

#☀︎cal writes!#dc comics #terry mcginnis #batman beyond #Batman #terry mcginnis x reader #no use of y/n #dc x reader #First cal fic who cheered #I got very hit out of nowhere to write for this guy #I don’t even go here really #But he’s silly #Umm forcibly subjecting you all to my pretty terry agenda #Batman beyond x reader #I might make this a little series but I just thought terry who wants you so bad and emt reader who is so scared was a cute dynamic

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1970sgothfreak · 1 year

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Hello, love your stories and was hoping you could write a female batsis story about her visiting Bruce for his birthday, and the 2 of them are impromptu sparring when Terry comes back from patrol and jumps into protect bruce not realizing who batsis is and gets his butt thoroughly handed to him! And Bruce is just sitting there smirking smugly before explaining what was going on.

There was a knock at the door which was a little strange considering all the boys along with Alfred were already inside the house but Alfred went to answer the door anyway.

He opened the door up and smiled seeing a familiar woman standing in the entrance to Wayne Manor. Y/n smiled up at the butler, in her hands was a gift for her father. Due to her going to collage elsewhere it was rare she was home now but she always made sure to spend time with her brothers as well as with Alfred and her father.

“Madam Wayne, how wonderful it is to see you, please do come in master Bruce would be so happy to see you”

“Thank you Alfred, it’s wonderful to see you too, apologies for being late but the trains were delayed due to some accident at another station” she explained while giving the butler a quick hug and familial kiss on the cheek.

“No need to apologise, although I do hope you know master Bruce would be happy to see you, he was quiet upset not seeing you earlier” he explained placing a familial kiss onto her forehead as like how a grandfather would to his grandchild.

She would thank the butler and head towards the living room where she could hear the familiar shouting of her two Eldest brothers Dick and Jason. She laughed as she walked in and saw the chaotic game of twister that the Boys were playing.

“DICKY STOP CHEATING”

“I’M NOT, IT NOT MY FAULT YOU’RE SO BUFF JASON”

Both continued to argue until they heard her speak up.

“I come home for fathers party and this is what I see, now I’m slightly more sad that the trains were late” she’d laugh seeing them all look towards her and run at her squeezing her into a tight hug as they did when she was younger.

Bruce smiled slightly waiting for the boys to step back so he could hug her as well, once they did she placed the gift down before hugging her father placing a kiss on the man’s cheek.

“Happy birthday old man, I’m sorry I’m late”

“Thank you and I’m glad you came I-“ he stopped when he heard Damian interrupt him

“I’ve never seen father so worried before sister, next time perhaps call Todd to pick you up so you do not give him a heart attack”

Ah Damian, as honest as always

She’d laugh and the boys would head up to their own rooms after bidding their father one final happy birthday, He’d look down at her and she’d smile.

“It’s been a while since we have had a good fight father, how about we do some fighting as a second birthday gift” she suggested, looking up at the big brooding man

“You really are my daughter” hed say laughing as they both headed down towards the cave and once they arrived they got into a fighting position.

Y/n double checked making sure her hair was out of her eyes and then turned to her father with a smirk on her face.

~a few hours later~

Terry walked down into the Batcave just having finished his patrol when he heard the familiar sounds of Bruce grunting as if someone was beating him up, he would run in and see a woman he has never seen before fighting and somehow wining against Bruce.

He’d jump down still in his hero costume and would grab her fist before she could attack Bruce again, the woman would look at him confused before noticing the symbol on the costume and laughing. He was confused as to why this stranger was first hurting Bruce and was now laughing at him.

He was about to attack when he suddenly felt himself get swooped off the ground and flung onto his back, he would look back seeing the same woman smirking at him and getting into a fighting position, he’d run at her ready to attack but she was much quicker than him, grabbing his arms and sweeping his legs out from underneath him again before spinning him around and pushing both hands onto his back and sitting on his back for a good extra measure that he wouldn’t get up.

“Heh don’t tell me you never told the new guy about me, I’m hurt!” Y/n would say laughing her head off, keeping Terry in place.

“Bruce…what the hell is going on? Who is this woman and how does she know you” he said confused but clearly understood that these two knew each other, he soon felt his arms being released and a pressure being released off his back. He would look over and see Bruce Smirking and chuckling to himself before wrapping a protective fatherly arm around the woman.

“Terry meet Y/n my daughter aka Batgirl and darling meet Terry”

“Nice to meet you sorry about before but you kinda started it” she’d say holding her hand out for him to shake, Terry would simply stare at her in shock, amazement and a slight hint of confusion but she expected that

“Hi I’m Terry and I guess your also my sister now..? Since you’re his daughter” he’d say shaking her hand, she’d smile and nod before look up at Bruce.

“But seriously dad…his costume…really..?”

“Hey! What’s wrong with my costume!”

Bruce would smile to himself seeing the two act like siblings already made his heart warm slightly although he doesn’t regret not telling either of them about each other as he also found it amusing to see Y/n Kick the shit out of Terry.

( I hope you like it, my knowledge on Terry is still sort of new so I tried my best!)

#platonic #batfam x batsis #batsis reader #bruce wayne x daughter!reader #damian wayne x batsis #dick grayson x sister reader #terry mcginnis #terry mcginnis x reader

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z-m1nerva · 8 months

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彡NEO CATWOMAN

⪩ summary- your boyfriend is batman and you’re the new catwoman

you encountered catwoman when you stole something, you were a great thief and you only stole every now and then but you just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.

“well well what do we have here?” she says as she circles around you “you have guts. stupid ones but you have time. from now on you’re working for me i like your attitude.”

ever since terry started working for bruce wayne the two of you seemed to have less time together and ever since you started working for catwoman you barely had time for dates

“hey baby,” he said as he kissed your cheek and slid down into the seat next to you “sorry for not being able to make the date up to you i’ll make it up i promise” you smiled “it’s fine besides i had an emergency call in for work”

when it comes to him as batman the two of you had witty and flirty banter. for some reason, the two of you just clicked it felt like you knew him for ages

“those jewels don’t go with your complexion there sweetheart. it’s a shame you have to steal them” he leaned against the wall of the jewelry store as you grabbed something that caught your eye “too bad” you turn around with a catlike grin on your face “are you offering to buy me something nicer?”

bruce groaning every time he has to hear terry flirting with you he’s always like “keep your eyes on the prize terry.” and terry says “oh i am” while staring at you

the first time bruce heard “catwoman” his draw dropped he knew it wasn’t selina because he hadn’t heard of her in ages but yet catwoman was back, every time he encounters you he has terry give him a recap so they’re closer to uncovering who you are

we all know what catwoman’s suit looks like so when he sees your curves and how you fill it out he can’t take his eyes off you. there would be times when the two of you are so close that you’re damn near kissing

when the two of you are at school and batman and catwoman are suddenly brought up it gets strange

“did you guys see the news last night? batman helped the city again.” a classmate commented. you shrugged “from a thief though.” terry nudged you with a playful grin “what don’t tell me you’re team catwoman” you laugh a little “why shouldn’t i be she’s the only one who can give batman a run for his money” “hmmm i don’t know about that one baby.”

he would tell max about the dilemma he has with catwoman and knowing her she offers to help him out and find out catwoman’s identity. max heard how he talked to you on the comms once and she never went on while he was chasing you around again

eventually, your identities slowly fell apart. both of you let something slip and your “bosses” were able to figure out the rest and it was a strange conversation for the two of you.

the two of you were secretly talking in the batcave to make sure no one could hear you “so let me get this straight. you’re catwoman? this whole time it was you?” you shrugged “i could say the same the whole time instead of working for mr. wayne you were being batman??”

the flirty banter between y’all only gets worse

he snuck up behind you putting his hands on your waist “aw come on baby you don’t need to take that i can buy you something better.” you lean back and press a quick kiss to his masked cheek “mmm i don’t think you can but thanks for trying.”

he places one arm on the side of your head as you leaned your back on your locker “so where were you last night?” you smiled knowing he knew exactly where you were and what you were doing “oh here and there. nothing much to worry about” you pressed a kiss to his lips and hummed when you felt his tongue swipe your bottom lip.

history repeating itself with the two of you except the two of you work out and remain together

#terry mcginnis x reader #terry mcginnis fluff #terry mcginnis x you #dc x you #dc x reader #dc comics x reader #dc comics x you #batman beyond x reader #dc x y/n #terry mcginnis x y/n

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korigander · 9 months

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vampire! terry mcginnis

✧ gift for @z-m1nerva / @zaimta ! hopefully i did him justice

✧ tldr; terry mcginnis x reader, he’s a vampire (woah), this will be sooo out of character i don’t know this man at all, based off of zai’s fic, biting / blood warning, making out,

You come home to find your boyfriend splayed out on your bed. His frame dwarfs your plushies and little throws, and your blankets are messed up. He looks sick.

“Babe?” you call worriedly, rushing to place a hand on his forehead to assess his temperature. He sighs exasperatedly and leans into your touch.

“Need you,” he breathes, pulling you down to the bed with him.

“Terry!” you laugh, kissing his cheek. He pulls you in, lips connecting in a heated kiss. He parts his lips and you feel…fangs? “Mmh,” you mumble into the kiss.

Terry’s kisses move down your neck, hot and inviting. He pants, and you feel his teeth on the junction of your neck. “Just a little, baby?” he questions, and you nod. Do you know what he’s talking about? No. Do you trust your boyfriend completely? Yes.

Terry bites your neck, and you feel him sucking your blood. “T-Terry, what are you—” He pulls back, licking over the bite. It’s enough to sate him, you presume. Your eyes fall half shut, body tired from the quick riddance of a decent amount of blood.

“Shit, Y/n, m’sorry, baby,” he whispers, lips still flush against his neck. “Something happened on patrol.”

You chuckle. “I could tell.” You shiver and you realize that the window is wide open. “Terry, you left the window open?”

“I need to get back out there soon,” he says, “Needed to clear my head first. Needed to see you,” he kisses your temple, squeezing you tight.

You return his kiss with a multitude of your own, and soon he’s fighting to get out of your bed.

“Leave it unlocked for me?” he asks, his leg dangling out the window.

“‘Course,” you grin. “I expect you to be back soon, babe.”

Terry smirks, shaking his head and dropping out of your window, shutting it behind him. Now…How to explain to Bruce why he disappeared in the middle of a fight…

#terry mcginnis #terry mcginnis x reader #terry mcginnis x gn! reader #dc x reader #dc comics x reader #dcau x reader #🌺 . writings !

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dosiido · 15 days

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You see the veins pulsing out of the corner of your eye; thick and wiry, running down the bicep curled around your neck. Your airflow’s been diminished, eyes curling to the back of your head as strangled moans slip out involuntarily.

His fingers move in a steady rhythm. The heel of his hand barely rubs against your clit as he rocks it back and forth, curling in and out of you. You try to grind, fighting against the arms holding you flush against him in search of some friction; the two digits already inside of you not enough to take you where you want to go, and you were getting impatient.

“Terry,” you groan, wetness seeping out of your pussy, making a mess of your thighs as you continue your slow descent to sex-induced madness. You needed him to give you more, but he opted to take things slow. He enjoyed watching you lose yourself, growing more impatient the longer he took to satisfy you.

“Calm down,” he says, low and heady. His voice, intoxicating as always but even more so in combination with the lightheadedness you were experiencing. “You’ll cum soon. I promise.”

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your-local-simp-writers · 24 days

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Masks and Revelations

Word Count: 801

Warnings: None

Terry Mcginnis x Fem!Reader ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The crisp October air was filled with the scent of fallen leaves and the distant laughter of children planning their trick-or-treat routes. You had always loved Halloween, the one time of year when everyone could be someone else, if only for a night. This year, you had a special surprise for your significant other, Terry McGinnis.

You slipped into your Batgirl costume, the fabric hugging your form like a second skin. The cowl was the final piece, and as you looked at yourself in the mirror, a thrill ran through you. Terry, with his love for all things Batman, would never see it coming.

Meanwhile, Terry was in his room, struggling with a decision. Halloween was complicated for him, given his nightly escapades as Batman. He chuckled at the irony of it all—here he was, trying to choose a costume when he already had the most authentic one at home.

A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. “Terry, are you ready yet?” his brother’s voice called out, muffled by the wood between them.

“Just a minute, Matt!” Terry replied, finally settling on a simple Robin costume. It wasn’t the real deal, but it was close enough.

When you arrived at Terry’s doorstep, Matt greeted you first, his eyes wide with excitement. “Wow, you look just like Batgirl, Y/N!” he exclaimed, twirling in his mini Batman costume. Matt, the mini Batman of the house, was running around, his cape fluttering behind him as he practiced his best superhero poses.

You laughed, ruffling his hair. “And you make a perfect Batman, Matt. Is your brother ready?”

Matt nodded eagerly, and as Terry stepped out, you couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of him in the Robin costume. “I thought I’d keep it in the family,” he said with a grin, taking in your Batgirl outfit.

You teased Terry about his choice of costume. “I never took you for a sidekick,” you said, a playful glint in your eye.

Terry just smiled, a secret dancing behind his eyes. “You’d be surprised,” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the sound of child laughter. Terry’s arm slipping around your waist.

“Happy Halloween, Y/N,” he whispered, and you leaned into him, feeling the contours of his costume against your own.

“Happy Halloween, Terry,” you replied, unaware of the true depth behind his mask, the real hero that stood beside you.

“Alright, team,” you announced, “let’s get these pumpkins carved. Batgirl and her sidekicks can’t have a dull doorstep on Halloween!”

Matt was the first to dive into the task, his small hands scooping out pumpkin guts with a look of fierce concentration. “I’m gonna make the scariest face ever!” he declared, his eyes alight with the excitement that only a child on Halloween could possess.

Terry leaned over to whisper in your ear, “I bet he’s going to give us a run for our money.”

You smiled, taking up your own carving tools. “We’ll just have to step up our game then, won’t we?”

As the three of you worked on your pumpkins, the front porch became a canvas of creativity and laughter. Terry was meticulous in his carving, creating a bat symbol that looked almost professional. You went for a more traditional approach, crafting a grinning jack-o’-lantern that seemed to reflect the joy of the evening.

Matt looked between the two of you, his eyes wide. “You guys are so good at this!” he exclaimed, his own pumpkin taking shape under his determined hands.

“You’re not so bad yourself, little man,” Terry said, ruffling his brother’s hair. “That’s going to be one spooky pumpkin.”

Once the carving was done, you all stepped back to admire your handiwork. The pumpkins were lined up on the steps, their candles casting a warm glow against the darkening sky.

Terry wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. “Not bad for a night’s work,” he said, pride evident in his voice.

Matt bounced on the balls of his feet, eager to show off your creations to the neighborhood. “Can we go trick-or-treating now?” he asked, his voice tinged with impatience.

You laughed, nodding. “Yes, we can go now. But first, let’s get a picture of the Bat-family with their pumpkins.”

The three of you huddled together, the camera capturing the moment perfectly—a snapshot of Halloween happiness.

As the night progressed, you, Terry, and Matt wandered the neighborhood, collecting candy and compliments on your costumes. The air was filled with the sounds of Halloween—shrieks, laughter, and the rustling of leaves.

It was a night of masks and merriment, of heroes in costume and the simple joy of being together. And though you didn’t know Terry’s secret—that he was the real Batman—it didn’t matter. Because tonight, he was just Terry, your Robin, and that was more than enough.

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randofics · 1 year

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Spliced

Terry McGinnis/Batman Beyond x reader

I may or may not make a Pt.2 for this one. It's a short one, but maybe yall will enjoy it. No smut in this one, but there's a PG13 bit in here. Also, Vampire Terry!

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Terry could feel the splice injection coursing through his veins. The pain as he keeled over on the floor was unbearable. Cuvier stood over him, taunting him. "What's the matter, Batman? Not feeling quite yourself? Don't worry about the DA he's dead meat, and so are you." Claws extend from his fingers as he hits him, sending him flying into one of the machines. He tries to get away but gets hit again, slamming into the wall.

With his vision swimming, he looks up. Noticing the skylight, he makes a break for it with his jet boots. Crashing through the glass, he opens the suits wings. He has to hurry, or the DA will be killed and likely Barbara, too.

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Barbara and her husband are attempting to fight off the spliced teens sent to kill him when Batman flies into the office through the already shattered window and attacks the teens. They tackle him, attempting to pull him down, but he breaks free. Hissing he leans against the bookshelf as one teen sneaks behind him with a chair. The kid slams the chair across his back, which only seems to anger him.

Grabbing the guy, Terry throws him across the room and punches the other, knocking him to the floor. He keeps punching him, and Barbara attempts to stop him, only making him turn on her. He doubles over again, giving the teens a chance to escape.

Snarling, he steps towards Barbara cornering her, but at the last second, he seems to realize what he's doing and backs away, turning and flying out the shattered window.

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You're on your bed with the balcony door open, enjoying the fresh air while attempting to do homework when you see something out of the corner of your eye. A silhouette appears on the balcony, startling you. You recognize the pointy ears right away and let out a breath. "Terry, what are you doing here?" He walks into your room, stopping a few feet from your bed. "Is something wrong?"

You reach over and turn on your lamp it's light illuminating the room dimly. Able to see him much better now, you suck in a breath. He grins down at you and licks over his teeth in a hungry manner. Moving closer, he climbs onto the bed you're laying back on your elbows as he looms over you. You blush as he closes the distance, connecting your lips.

He caresses your face, deepening the kiss, his weight pressing down on you. Your arms wrap around his neck, and you slip your tongue into his mouth. You notice his canines seem rather sharp, but you choose to ignore that. He breaks away, saliva connecting the two of you for a moment. You're both panting, trying to catch your breath when he attacks your neck. Your breath hitches as he starts kissing and leaving marks on your soft skin.

Soft, quiet moans escape your throat, and your heart rate quickens. You wrap your legs around his waist as you try to keep him close. His lips move to the junction of your shoulder, and with an inhuman hiss, he sinks his teeth into your flesh. You let out a pitiful yelp in surprise and pain. His teeth aren't thin like needles, so the pain is much worse. But just as quickly you feel something warm seep into you through his fangs. Sudden overwhelming pleasure courses through you making you writhe under him, your nails scratching at his back. You feel the sensation of blood being sucked out of you but not the pain. A content sound rumbles in his chest as he feeds on you. You know this isn't right, but you can't bear to push him away. You just have to hope that he doesn't take much.

After about a minute, his teeth slip from your skin, and he licks over the wound. You look up at him with your arms still around his neck. There's some blood on his lips as he licks over his teeth again.

Suddenly, he holds his head with one hand seemingly in pain. He shakes his head and blinks rapidly for a moment before looking back down at you. He jumps as if he didn't know you were there and sits back on his knees. "Wh-what happened? And why am I at your place?"

"Don't know, and I don't really care right now." Still sprawled out in front of him, you stretch like a cat in the sun, a pleased look on your face." Whatever he'd injected into you was still affecting you but not nearly as much as it had been. Your legs are still spread from where he'd been previously, and realization hits him that he did something. "Ok, for real y/n what happened!?"

"Well, for one thing, this happened." You gesture to your shoulder where the clotting fang wounds and teeth indentations stand out against your skin along with several hickeys he gave you.

"I... I did that!?" You can't see it, but under his mask, he's a blushing mess. "Yep. Mmh, and it's getting a bit sore now." "Wait the splicing that's what happened! Cuvier must have injected me." Your eyes light up. "Oh! Maybe he spliced you with a vampire bat?"

"I need to call Bruce and see if he's had any success with that reversal agent." He gets up and heads for the Balcony with you on his heels. "Bruce, you there?" "Terry I've been trying to contact you. I finished synthesizing the reversal agent."

"Can you come to me? I got dosed by Cuvier, and I don't feel comfortable leaving y/n's place." "Mmh, alright, I'll be there in a bit."

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You were so glad your parents were away on vacation for the week. Otherwise, you don't know how you'd explain the damage done to your neck, let alone why Bruce Wayne would be coming over.

As you sat in the living room, you watched Terry pace the floor. "Terry, you're going to walk a groove into the floor if you don't stop pacing. "Sorry, I can't help it. I'm spazzing out about all this." He'd offered to clean and bandage your shoulder, apologizing the entire time for harming you.

Your doorbell rang, and Terry ran to get it, checking in the peephole to make sure it wasn't anyone else. Opening the door, Bruce stepped inside, hanging his hat and coat on the hooks by the entrance. You got up to greet him and watched as his eyes widened ever so slightly at your injured neck and shoulder. "What happened to you?" You gave Terry a pointed look as you poked him in the arm. "This guy happened, that's what."

"You attacked her?" "Not really?" Shaking your head, you look between them. "I wouldn't consider all this an attack." You gesture to the injures. "Let's move on. I brought the reversal agent."

"Good, let's get this over with." He sits on the couch and removes his mask. Bruce ready's the syringe and injects him in the neck. He Hisses doubling over while holding the sides of his head. Eventually, he passes out, and with assurance from Bruce that he'll be fine, you lay him down.

"Did he attack you?" You chuckle and blush at the memory. "No, in fact, quite the opposite." He gives you a knowing look as you hold Terry's hand. Your doorbell ringing again startles you, and you run to answer it. Max walks in and gasps when she sees you. "Oh my god! What happened to you? And what happened to Terry!?"

"Terry got spliced by Cuvier and apparently came to me for help? But he went into a trance or something before he got here." She looks surprised and maybe a little ticked at Terry. "He did that to you!? Ok, spill now!"

"Ok ok let's go to my room then. Mr. Wayne, can you keep an eye on him while I'm gone?" Giving you a small smile, he answers. "Of course, and if he wakes, I'll come get you." You mouth a thank you as you get dragged to your room.

#fanfic #batman #batman x reader #batman beyond #terry mcginnis #Terry McGinnis x reader #vampire #mutation

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ellabxrnes · 2 years

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All in good time, my love.

Pairing: Terry McGinnis x Reader

Summary: Requested by @dragodragonborn "A bit different I guess, but I'd like to see a Terry McGinnis batman beyond x reader where maybe they meet during a fight and she's just a civilian that's stuck in the middle of it. He rescues her and they escape in the flying batmobile. Maybe it goes a few days where they meet occasionally and grow feelings for each other maybe leading to smut. If you would rather it be more toned down that's fine too."

Warnings: None.

A/N: Sorry it's taken so long. Life is getting busy. Change is ensuing. Thinking about writing a part 2 with smut... which I have never written before, lol

"It's nice to see you again," said the voice behind you. You turned around and spotted him, Batman. It seemed as though you two had been running into each other more and more. You always wondered if it was pure coincidence or if he kept tabs on you- for what reason, you didn't know.

"I'd like to say that you scared me, but I have gotten quite used to you greeting me after work," you say, the door to the cafe you worked at shutting behind you, leaving the alley nearly too dark for your eyes. You dig through your purse, looking for your car keys, noticing footsteps grow closer to you. You turn around and stare at the large, masked man. "Are you following me?"

You notice a smile forming on his lips while he shakes his head. "Now, why would I be following you?"

You two are now walking side by side to your car. "I don't know. I'm thankful. I mean, if you are watching me. I really wouldn't enjoy a repeat of the first time we met. " It had been a bad night to open the door to the alley; you weren't anticipating for two men to be standing and waiting to cause some trouble. It wasn't all bad, though; you'd got a ride in the 'flying batmobile.'

"I don't want that either." He reaches for the door on your car, opening it so you can get in. You bend down to put your purse in the passenger seat.

"You'll never understand how much I appreciate you." You admit. "Well- how much Gotham as a whole..."

"You don't have to thank me," he said just before closing the car door, but you stopped him.

"I want to keep seeing you. And not just lurking in the shadows of an alley, I want to get to know you. I want to understand this" you motion towards his suit.

"All in good time, my love."

#batman #angst #fluff #reader insert #terry mcginnis #terry McGinnis x reader

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kiwisfics · 1 year

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Headcanon Requests

Sorry for another non-writing post, but I'm also TENTATIVELY taking requests ONLY for headcanons. It will be a basis of if I'm inspired for it or not.

I'm wanting some requests for things like "how would they react to-" or "how do they-"

You can include any number of the following characters that you want. No limits! As far as I'm concerned, you could just tack an "All." onto the end of your comment and I'll get on it. (Mostly because I know some of these boys would likely never get requested and I wanna write for them lolol)

Requests can include these characters:

My Mains:

Conner Kent You can request for any specific version, but I'll default to Punk Kon if you don't specify. I've read all the comics, and watched Young Justice and Rise of the Supermen, so go nuts.

Dick Grayson When I say any version, I mean it. Arkham, any comic run, Gotham Knights, Titans, Young Justice, and any animated movie he's in (Batman Unlimited etc.)

Jason Todd Again, any version. Arkham Knight, any comic run, Gotham Knights, Titans (though he's not my fave Jay), UTRH, DITF.

Terry McGinnis I'm partial to the Rebirth comics version, but I've watch all of Batman Beyond and read every single comic.

The Slightly Overlooked:

Barry Allen Arrowverse preferred, but I love me some comic Barry.

Oliver Queen Arrowverse preferred, but I also love Ollie in the comics and whatever scenes he gets in other DC content.

The Under-Appreciated:

Aka, characters I doubt most people are interested in.

Devour From the Red Hood: Outlaw comics.

King Chimera From the Justice League of America: All Stars comics.

Simon Amal From the Red Hood and the Outlaws (New 52) comics.

Tom Bronson From the Justice League of America: All Stars comics.

Tristian Grey From the Gotham Academy comics.

There's very little content for any of these characters, so I implore you to tack at least a couple of them onto a request. They're all sweet boys, I swear.

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hanasnx · 2 months

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your voice.

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: posted this on my other blog before i deleted it, re-posting here WARNINGS: terry’s old friend is an asshole | the term “friend” is used loosely he’s just someone from terry’s past | mentions of: groping, jacking off, sucking off, & backshots | “friend” speaking of you sexually to piss terry off | no explicit smut but the details and plot of this piece is smutty | locker room talk | established relationship.

“Is that your girl?” the voice on the other line interrupts TERRY McGINNIS's stupor, effectively snapping him out of gluing his eyes to your behind. Adorable, pink pajama shorts ridden up as far as they can go, supple ass hanging out in a way that invites him to stare. Not to mention encourage him to grope.

“Hm?” Terry responds thoughtlessly at first, but corrects it once his friend’s words process, “Yeah- yeah.” Expertly, he skirts around letting you know you’re being talked about. Unable to help himself, he steals another glance at you. The dimples on your lower back peeking out from your crop top, swaying your hips to an inaudible rhythm as you swipe a spread onto toast. The memory of how perfectly Terry’s thumbs slot into those dimples as a handle during backshots dissipates when his old friend speaks again.

“Sounds fucking hot. Is she? Wish she was on the mic instead of you.” All you’d done is enter his friend’s ear shot earlier, close up to the bluetooth when you’d kissed Terry’s cheek and asked if he wanted a sandwich since you were fixing one up for yourself already. Apparently, your sweet and airy voice was enough for whatever poor, desperate soul who heard it to beg for more. Terry knows firsthand the kind of affect your vocal chords have on him. He’s probably gotten far enough down your throat to fuck them when you’d sucked him off this morning. It’s just not a card he’s willing to pull to shut his friend up right now.

Terry knows a thing or two about his temper, especially aware of how people use it to their advantage if they‘ve been around him long enough. “C’mon, man, lay off. You’re just sayin’ that to get on my nerves.” he redirects as coolly as possible. It’s obvious, he’s being teased, he won’t fall for it so easily. Just in case it escalates, he paces away, pressing the bluetooth further into his ear as if paranoid you’d— somehow— hear its contents even if you are now well out of ear shot.

“Hell yeah, I wanna get on your nerves. I’m fucking jealous.” the so-called friend scoffs. “Fuck, wish she’d talk to me like that.” There’s a shift on the other end, and Terry frowns until the unmistakable and distasteful sounds of acting out self pleasure fill his ear. “No, wait,” he fakes an effeminate moan, the rapid disheveling of clothing reminding Terry of how sleeves brush the wrinkles of a shirt when a hand jacks off a dick. “go grab her- get her on the phone, I wanna rub one out real quick.”

What an asshole. Terry rolls his eyes so hard they hurt. “Thanks for reminding me why I don’t talk to you anymore.” He rips the earpiece out, with the unnerving noise of his old pal’s harrowing laughter echoing in his brain.

#indy: drabbles #ch: terry #terry mcginnis drabble #terry mcginnis smut #terry mcginnis x reader #terry mcginnis x fem reader #terry mcginnis x you #terry mcginnis x y/n #terry mcginnis imagine #terry mcginnis fic #terry mcginnis fanfic #terry mcginnis fanfiction #batman beyond smut #batman beyond x reader #batman beyond fic #batman beyond fanfiction

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uncpanda · 9 months

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Found Out

AN: The Law and Order SVU and Batman crossover no one, absolutely no one asked for, but I still wrote. Cause I can ;)

Warnings: Mentions of serial killers. Nothing graphic.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

For being some of the smartest, most intelligent, detectives in the world, the superheros in your life are fairly oblivious. And on some level you’re really thankful for that. It allows you the freedom to do your job without their henpecking.

On the opposite side of the spectrum, the people you work with, your second family, are some of the kindest, most intelligent, and hardworking detectives you’ve ever met, but they’re also oblivious to the fact that you’re married to a billionaire.

You had never really meant to keep the worlds separate. It had started off innocent enough, you’d joined NYPD as a beat cop while Bruce was out studying to become the Bat. And when he got home you’d spent every spare minute helping him. Between that and the company he’d been too exhausted to ask anything other than a few questions about your job. He knew you worked for a large organization in NYC and that was it. He trusted you. And the boys were just as oblivious as their father. The only person who knew was Alfred. He’d been the once to come to your graduation from the academy while Bruce was still away.

On the flip side, your SVU family knew very little about your home life. They knew you were married, they knew you had kids, but they didn’t know how many. After all, you’d only had the two pregnancies; Terry and Matt had both been big but welcome surprises. Then again ALL of your boys were surprises. And you had perfected your technique of avoiding the paparazzi for both SVU and Gotham High Society.

Honestly, in your mind, there was no reason at all for your two worlds to meld. When you were at home, you took care of your family; when you were at work you tried really hard not to think of them, because despite crime fighting, you didn’t want them anywhere near these types of crimes.

Of course, nothing lasts forever, but you figure twenty years is a good run, especially when Bruce is driving Dick away for his desire to be a cop. You watch them go back and forth for hours, before you finally step in. There are groans from the other boys about stopping the fight while Cass just grins, and you ignore all of them.

“You’re going to stop this right now Bruce Wayne.”

His eyes are hard, his jaw is set, “You don’t understand Y/N.”

Out of the corner of your eye you watch Alfred roll his eyes in exasperation, “I understand better than anyone here.”

His hands go to his hips, and you know he’s about to dig a very deep hole for himself, “Sweetheart, I love you, and I know you work the computers from time to time, but this is different. There are guns involved and he’d have to work inside the system.”

“So?”

“You can’t do both; there’s too much to hide.”

You smile sweetly at him, “I don’t know, I’ve been doing both for the past twenty years. Then again, I suppose it might be different for me since I just worked the computers for a while.”

He blinks at you, and you know he’s connecting the dots. You ignore him, and turn to your oldest, his eyes wide, “While I understand you wanting to do Bludhaven, if you want to do NYPD, we can drive into the city together. Let me know, I have more than a few favors I can call in.”

Tim is the first to voice the statement, “You’re a cop?”

You shrug, “First grade detective, but I’m taking the sergeants exam in a few weeks.”

Jason stares at you, “Seriously? Are you joking right now?”

“I joined when I was twenty. I’d finished college early thanks to AP classes, went in as a beat cop, and after five years I became a detective. I’ve been working at SVU for the past fifteen years. They’re like my family away from home.”

You can tell there are more questions, but no one seems brave enough to ask them. You start to head out of the room, when Bruce asks, “Why did you hide it?”

You pause and turn to him, “I didn’t. You just never asked.”

As you leave you hear Alfred ask, “Would you like a shovel for the hole you’re digging sir, or should I just make up the couch for you?”

You go wait in your room, and lie down on the bed. A few minutes later Bruce comes in, and you look at each other. His brow is furrowed, eventually he asks, “Why didn’t you tell me? How could I not have known?”

You smile at him, “I didn’t want you to know Bruce. I was on my own path, and I knew you would worry. At the start I told myself I would tell you eventually, but. . . you were so involved with Batman and you were doing so much good . . . I didn’t want to add to your stress. You were barely sleeping three hours a night at that point.

“Then we Dick, and I considered telling you but he needed us to focus on him, and after a while it became easier to excuse it. It became my secret identity. Are you mad?”

He lets out a laugh, “I dress up as a bat, and fight crime as a vigilante. I don’t think I can be mad. I think I’m worried.”

“About?”

“Us drifting apart, not knowing you?”

You shrug, “I’m me Bruce. I just also happen to be a cop. I see a lot of bad stuff, everyday. The last thing I want when I come home is to talk about it. Same as you guys. When I’m home I want to be happy, but if you want to know I’ll tell you on one condition.”

He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, after a moment he asks, “What’s the condition?”

“You can’t involve Batman. NYPD is not Gotham PD.”

He nods after a minute. The two of you spend the night talking, you tell him about some close calls, you tell him about the one life you’d been forced to take, you tell him about your frustration. You tell him about Liv and Elliot, and how Elliot leaving crushed Liv, but she rose from the ashes to become a lieutenant. You tell him about Munch and Cragen, both of whom have retired. You tell him about Finn, Rollins, Amaro, Carisi, Dodds and Barba. It’s nearly six in the morning by the time you’re finished.

“And that’s the majority of it.”

You’re both lying on the bed staring at each other. Bruce has been largely silent, he’d skipped patrol, and only asked a few questions. A part of you wonders when his anger will hit; it doesn’t. Instead he says, “I am so freaking proud of you,” and then he kisses you. And you can’t help but think, that in a normal marriage, a normal family, this would have been a big deal, it would have broken them. In your family though? It’s another day.

You call out of work that day to catch up on sleep and spend the day with your family. The boys come up with a bunch of reasons as to why they should have realized you were a cop.

“You work really weird hours.”

“You never wore heels to work.”

“You never wore dresses either, come to think of it?”

“Is this why we own a penthouse in NYC?”

Jason is the one who asks, “Where do you keep your gun? I thought those weren’t allowed in the house?”

“You don’t need to worry about it. It’s locked up.” Logically, you know each of your boys knows how to use a gun, mainly for the purpose of knowing how to disarm someone holding a gun. You still don’t want them anywhere near it. For that reason, it’s kept in a DNA safe in Alfred’s room.

When you go back to work the next day, you have your gun and badge on your hip. All of the men in your life focus on it. Bruce corners you in the kitchen as you’re pouring coffee into a travel mug and whispers, “You look sexy as hell with the badge.”

You laugh, and then you kiss him. You’re the one who drops Cass, Tim, Damian, Terry, and Matt off at school. Jason is in college, and he drives himself. Dick is still contemplating his options.

The fact that your family knows makes things a lot easier a few weeks later when Carl Rudnick and Greggory Yates escape from prison. You can hear the worry in Bruce’s voice, when he begs you to be safe and not do anything risky. You snort at that and he chuckles, “I know, I’m a hypocrite, but I’m your hypocrite.” You roll your eyes, because the big doofus, is in fact, yours. You also know he’s keeping a close watch on the man hunt.

Three days later Rudnick is back in custody, but Yates is still on the run, back to Chicago you’re pretty sure. You’ve gotten maybe five hours of sleep total in those days? You’re exhausted, but you have reports to fill out, and Chief Dodds, the commissioner and a whole bunch of brass are hanging around.

You’re in hour three of doing paperwork, when you hear whispers. Your eyes flicker up to find your husband smiling at you from across the room. He’s holding a doggy bag full of food, he’s dressed in a suit that costs thousands of dollars, and you know that people recognize him.

Finn leans forward, “What the hell is Bruce Wayne doing here?”

You hear Carisi whisper, “Maybe he’s dating Leiu?”

You can’t help it, you burst out laughing, because you sometimes forget it’s not common knowledge that Bruce is married, despite the ring on his finger. You avoid galas with the best of them after all. You call it the Batman tax; Bruce can fight crime and you don’t have to show up to stuffy dinner parties.

Bruce smiles at the laughter, before approaching your desk, he settles into the chair next to your desk. “Really? No pictures of me or the kids?”

You scoff, “Work stays at work, home stays at home.”

He frowns, “I’m getting you pictures.”

You don’t argue with him, “What are you doing here?”

“I brought you food. Alfred and I figured you hadn’t eaten.”

“I haven’t had anything outside of vending machine junk in days.”

He scoffs, “What happened to taking care of ourselves?”

You shrug, “I’ve been hunting serial killers.”

His face goes serious, “But you’re okay?”

“As okay as I can be. They got a few more people, our sergeant took a bullet to the shoulder, Rudnick is back in prison, but Yates is headed only God knows where.”

His fingers twitch, and you know he’s itching to do something, but he can’t. He can’t get involved in this too. He has all of Gotham to worry about and thanks to the league, sometimes he has to worry about the world.

He lets out a breath, “Can I join you while you eat?”

“Yes. You can catch me up on the goings at home.” You lead him past your shocked colleagues, and a room full of shocked officials in Liv’s office and to the breakroom. While you eat, Bruce assures you that the boys are fine, but Damian apparently butchered the hedges again. Clark was apparently being a pain in his ass too. The man of steel wanted your family to come to Kansas for Thanksgiving.

“I’ll probably have to work, use that as an excuse.”

Bruce grins, “This job has perks.”

You lean forward and peck his lips, “Lots of them.”

When you’re finished you stand up to leave and there is a room watching the two of you. You sigh, and Bruce mutters, “It’s good to know the vultures remain consistent.”

Chief Dodds is about to step forward and ask a question when you step towards Olivia, “Bruce this Liv. She’s saved my ass more than once over the years. Liv, this is my husband Bruce, remember I talked about him?”

She grins, “Yes, but you failed to mention he was Bruce Wayne.”

You feign nonchalance, “Did I? Hmmm.”

Bruce smiles, it’s the one that has everyone jumping to meet his every need, the one that says he’s as innocent as a choir boy, and he would be your best friend if you let him. You smirk at him while he shakes Liv’s hand, “Thanks for watching her back. The boys and I appreciate it.”

That’s when Finn steps forward, “That right, you guys have a huge family, right?”

Bruce’s brow furrows in fake concentration, “We have Dick who is twenty, Jason is eighteen, Cass is Fifteen, Tim is fourteen, Damian is ten, Terry is six, and Matt is four.” He looks at you, “How’d I do?”

“Perfect score.”

“We have a full house, but it’s nice.”

You nod, “Let me walk you out.”

You make sure Bruce gets to his car, you kiss him, and promise you’ll be home by morning. Once he’s gone you head back up to find everyone waiting on you, it’s Finn who declares, “You have some explaining to do.”

You sigh, life was easier when no one knew anything.

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z-m1nerva · 9 months

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彡ON N OFF

⪩ summary- you and your boyfriend who’s not your boyfriend but is your boyfriend have a little talk…it’s complicated

you rolled your eyes when he approached your locker. even though the two of you broke up two weeks ago you were always aware of him it was like a habit you couldn’t shake.

from beside you felt max nudge you with her elbow “don’t look now y/n but here he comes.” max knows all too well about what terry’s been up to as batman. you however were left completely in the dark, after months of empty promises and missed dates you couldn’t take it anymore. the problem though was that you couldn’t stay away.

you slammed your locker shut and watched as he got closer to your locker and leaned against the one next to yours.

you looked him up and down and rolled your eyes “mcginnis.”

he simply smiled at you, he was way used to your attitude by now “l/n. you didn’t answer my call last night.” you clicked your tongue feigning innocence “oh really? you know i tend to not call my exes so maybe it’s just a coincidence.”

he chuckled “funny.” he leaned in closer to your face causing your noses to just barely brush against each other “come on you’re still not mad are you baby?”

your eyes flickered to his lips before meeting his blue eyes “yes i am.” a smirk slowly formed on his lips “you don’t sound too mad to me. you’re still talking to me aren’t you?”

it was the same game between the two of you. you wanted nothing to do with him or at least you felt like you did, and he wanted everything to do with you. he loves being around you and he loves you.

“…class is starting.” you turned to leave walking off to your next class. max leaned against her locker looking at terry “they’ve got you bad huh?” she sighs “i have a plan to help you out, just show up to the diner on lunch break.” she waved him off over her shoulder and trailed after you.

she slid into the desk next to you, as usual, your teacher just handed you all worksheets and left you all to your own devices. the whole class was in mutual agreement that no one was passing the end-of-year exam but a free period is a free period.

“so you and terry huh.”

you cut her off with a huff and a roll of your eyes “there is no me and terry. he’s just an ex.” she rose a brow “if terry is ‘just an ex’ then that must make me superman.” she nudges you with her elbow “come on y/n. i see how he looks at you. and i hear how he talks to you too he’s definitely not over you.”

you fill out the worksheet to avoid her gaze “that doesn’t matter anymore max.”

max sighs, terry is gonna owe her for this. she needed a way for the two of you to talk. it was understandable why the two of you broke up but it’s clear you still like each other and honestly, it was just getting hard to watch “how about we take your mind off of all this terry nonsense at lunch? my treat.”

you smile at her “that sounds great max thanks.”

she waves her hand dismissively with a smile “don’t mention it y/n. now forget about terry and let me tell you what i heard about nash and his girl”

“ooo you serious? spill!”

the class went by faster than either of you had anticipated gossiping the whole period truly goes a long way. max looks through her bookbag and sucks her teeth “damn i forgot my card in my locker. you go on ahead without me y/n and grab us a seat y/n i’ll meet you there.” you nodded, it was always busy at the diner if you don’t get there during the rush you wouldn’t be getting a seat “sure i’ll see you there.”

you weaved through the crowd and you walked to the diner snagging a spot for you and max. you idly scrolled on your phone to pass the time.

“y/n?” the voice that called out to you felt so familiar, so warm, so caring, so…terry.

you looked up from your phone watching as he slid into the seat across from you “i’m saving that seat for max terry.” he chuckled “that’s funny because max told me to meet her here too.”

you groaned and facepalmed. it was all a setup max got the both of you. you grabbed your phone and scooted out of the booth “i have nothin to say to you terry.” he gently grabbed your wrist “baby just talk to me. what can i do to fix this? i don’t like being apart from you.”

you remain silent, he releases your wrist and you sit back down “you wanna know what it is terry? i’m tired of you bailing out on me. it’s constantly mr. wayne this mr. wayne that. i just want to spend time like we used to i can’t exactly spend time with a boyfriend that isn’t there.”

he gently rests his hand on top of yours “i can’t promise that i’ll be able to clear my schedule baby but i’ll try my best. hell, i’ll even set a day aside just for you.”

you look out the window keeping your gaze on anything but him “hey look at me baby” you couldn’t help yourself and turned to meet his eyes “i love you and i always will we can make this work i promise.”

he wishes he could tell you about him being batman, it would make everything so much easier and he could just fly over and see you any time after patrol. but he can’t for your safety he won’t. it doesn’t matter how many times you break up with him because of his schedule. he’ll always love you and find his way back to you no matter how long it takes.

#terry mcginnis x reader #dc x reader #terry mcginnis x you #terry mcginnis x y/n #terry mcginnis fluff #dc x y/n #dc x you #dc fluff

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rockythewriter · 29 days

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dosiido · 15 days

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Terry McGinnis is obsessed with your ass. He's absolutely enthralled with the way it moves when you walk, when he slaps it, and when he's fucking you doggy style. He doesn't call himself an ass man; says he appreciates your whole body. But the way his eyes always find a way to sneak a peek and his hands cop a feel, you'd argue otherwise.

He likes to tug at your underwear, pull them all the way up, watching the thin line of fabric get eaten up by your asscheeks. You fight him on it; tell him he's giving you a wedgie and that it hurts. But he just tugs harder until they fully disappear and then suggests that you could avoid this if you just wore thongs all the time.

So you do. You find yourself frequenting lingerie shops to satiate his needs, to appease the pervert that lives inside of him that would die if he didn't fuck your ass at least once a day. Somehow, no matter how many pairs you buy, you always end up needing to buy more; the previous ones always either disappearing into thin air or being torn off your body as a precursor to him absolutely ravaging you.

He comes up behind you, whispers in your ear, "I just can't help it. Your ass looks too good." One palm cupping a cheek while the other rubs you through your panties, and you know what's coming next, what always comes next.

He watches it jiggle, watches it ripple as he fucks into you over and over, pulling you up by the hair, causing your back to arch, allowing him to get in real deep. He fills you up, stretches you out, calls you a dirty slut for giving in so easily, for never resisting his depravity.

"'Didn't put up a fight. Must like it as much as me, huh?"

And he's right, you do. You like it when he eats you out and "accidentally" moves a little lower. You like it when he sticks one of those pretty plugs in your asshole after filling it up with cum. You like it when he squeezes you so hard you've got bruises for days.

You may complain about the missing panties, the ripped shorts, and the constant marks littering your ass, but those complaints are never enough to stop him from pressing you up against a wall, pulling your panties to the side, and fucking you within an inch of your life.

And even if it was, at the end of the day, you're just like him, if not worse. So you'd be in his ear telling him you didn't mean it and to use you as he pleased. He might be an asshole obsessed with your asshole, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

#rewrote this so many times that i just had to say fuck it and post #if this sucks #go to my masterlist and remind yourself that i am indeed a good writer #i'm just in a bit of a rut rn #terry mcginnis #terry mcginnis x reader #terry mcginnis x you #terry mcginnis smut #terry mcginnis drabble #terry mcginnis imagine #batman beyond x reader #batman beyond x you

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