batfamily x reader

Broken Dreams [Jason Todd x Reader]

Requested by anon: “Jason x Violinist reader! Whatever you want!”

A/n: I ended up making this angsty. Thank you @dc-hoe for your help on the idea!! I really hope you loves like it, I tried my best to make it factual in regards to the violin. 

Based off of Lindsey Stirling’s Greatest Showman Medley
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You took a sigh before using your hands to flatten out your dress slightly, looking in the mirror in front of you. Looking down at your feet you felt a hand on the small of your back. “You look great.” Your eyes looked into the to see Jason smiling behind you.

Nerves melting away you turned to him with a smile. “Thank you.”

“You nervous”

You shook your head and fixed his suit jacket. “Not anymore” He smiled at you and kissed your forehead. “I’ll be in the audience, front row. Just look at me if you get nervous.” Nodding you kissed him before letting him go find his seat.

Glancing at the mirror one more time, you picked up your violin and bow to make your way to the stage. You stopped before being visible, across the stage sat a piano with your partner in this medley. Taking one last deep breath you strode onto the stage, an air of confidence about you.

Nodding to your partner before facing the crowd. Despite the lights in your eyes, yours connected with Jason’s. He gave you a thumbs up and a smile.

You brought the end of your violin to sit under your chin as your other hand moved to bring the bow to the strings. Making a soft entrance into your medley of the Greatest Showman soundtrack. After the first few notes your partner joined in on the piano. However, as you continued to play, you got lost in it.

With each stroke it overtook you and it became obvious to everyone in the crowd why you were well known for your talent if being a violinist. Each stroke took your body with it, almost like you were dancing with your violin. Whenever you played it was pure passion and instinct.

People not only got to watch you play. They got to watch as your soul took form in your music and it is the most amazing thing most people see. Violin has gotten you through everything, when you first came to Gotham you played your violin on the street for money, then you met Jason through playing on the street, next you played at his father’s gala, now you were filling concert halls. Your playing tells your story, open to close.

As you held out that last note, the world faded back in and as your violin lowered everyone rose. Roars of applause filled your ears as you took a bow with your partner before exiting the stage.

Jason had raced back and caught you on the way to your violin case. His arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace. “God babe that was gorgeous.” You laughed and looked up at him, cupping his face. “Thank you.”

He smiled and kissed you deeply. “Let’s go home.” Nodding you kissed him again before putting away your violin and leaving with him to head home.

But you’d never make it there.


You woke up to the blinding lights of a hospital suite. Blinking to clear your vision, you saw Jason asleep in a chair beside your bed. His arm was in a sling and there was a crutch leaning against his chair.

Your gaze shifted down his body to see his foot in a boot. Shifting you attempted to sit up but your arms felt heavier than normal, finally your gaze moved down. Both your arms and hands were in casts. Immediately your breathing labored as your eyes darted around frantically. “Jason… Jason!”

At the sound of his name Jason immediately woke up and was at your side in seconds. “Baby? Hey hey I’m here.”

“M-my hands” You looked down with tears in your eyes. Jason sighed and cupped your face. “What happened?” Asking as he met your eyes.

“After your performance, we were in a car accident. Some drunk bastard ran a red light and he t-boned us. The car flipped and it was pretty bad. They had to use the jaws of life to get you out, I…I’m so sorry baby.”

You shook your head and leaned into his touch as he wiped away your tears. “H-how long was I out?” Sighing he stroked your cheek, “A little over a week. You had a some head trauma, that’s why you’re having the amnesia about what happened.”

Just then a doctor came in, he paused at the sight of you awake. “Miss [L/n] you’re awake. How are you feeling?”

“I…I’m kinda tired and my head hurts.” You answered and looked down at your hands. “So do my hands.” The doctor nodded and looked at your chart. “We’ll switch your pain medications to accommodate that headache more. Do you have any questions for me?”

“Will I be able to play my violin again?” You asked almost instantly. The doctor’s expression turned a little somber. “We can’t be sure until your casts come off, however, we did detect some nerve damage in your hands. Only time can tell.” You nodded before he turned to leave. “I will come back to check up on you soon.

Once he was out of the room, a sniffle escaped you before hiding in Jason’s neck. Jason’s arms wrapped around you and held you close. He rubbed your back and tried his best to soothe you, of all people Jason knew how important the violin is to you. “You’ll make it through this, the doctor said it’s still possible.”

“B-but what if it’s not? What if I can never play again?”

Jason stayed silent, he wasn’t sure what to tell you. “I’m sorry baby” was all he could say before you started crying in his neck again. And he tried so hard to comfort you, but he knew without your violin it’d be hard for you to be you. So, he swore to somehow help you keep playing, no matter what.

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Request: Could I request Artemis x Reader maybe just some angst to fluff where reader gets hurt on a mission pretty badly (reader doesn’t die from their injuries though) please and thank you! Also congrats again on the 1000 milestone! -Terra 

Author’s Note: Terra gave me permission to use my BatCat Reader/OC as the persona for this one-shot, and I’m super pumped about it. This is my first gxg fic I’ve ever written and it kinda made me happy? So I hope it isn’t terrible. ALSO I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR A VERY LONG TIME AND I GOT WRITER’S BLOCK AND I’M SORRY. -Gab

Warnings: angst, severe injuries, near death experiences

Pairing: BatCat!Reader x Artemis Crock

Tagging: @imagineyoungjustice @lastflyinggrayson | Want to be tagged? Send in an ask!

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It wasn’t that hard to convince your father to let you join the team of young heroes. Many wouldn’t think of The Batman being soft, and most wouldn’t think he could be easily manipulated. But for you, things were a little different. You were his daughter.

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DC Masterlist

Batfamily in general :

The Great Mall adventure

“It’s gone…all gone…” (batsis)

Fun Fair with the family

“Mother, it’s your day”

“Mother has been poisoned”

The Batmom Glare

Burrito Blanket Batmom

The Last Pit (part ½)

The Last Pit (part 2/2)

Master of Diaper

Batfam NSFW headcanons

Oh shit, it’s father’s day ! 

How terrible it is to love something that death can touch

“Vacations are rare for the Waynes”

“Let me get one thing straight…I’m not !”

Don’t leave us… (Batsis)

“Did this miscreant hurt you mother ?”

Each tattoo is a story

“Bruce, my heart, I think Alfred likes my mom !”

How to remove a Wayne safely

#MyParentsAreLosers

The day they almost lost you (Batsis)

Short bonus convo : Batboys want a sibling

A belated Halloween (Batsis)

Short bonus convo : Bruce and Batmom gross out the Batboys 

In which the batboys fight to know which Hogwarts’ house is the best 

Happy Holidays

My mother’s apple Orchard (angst)

“Jigsaw is coming for me”

Tears

Don’t wanna go

Smol Dickie and Jaybird

The Batkids watching “The Omen” 

The Batkids watching “The Lion King”

After Batmom’s death

How to tame a Wayne

Wild Child 2, “We want them back”

A Mother’s love : Burst of Affection

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Bruce Wayne/Batman :

Making Bruce Wayne blush

Beach Bod’

Catching the Bat’s heart (slightly NSFW)

“Admit it, Bruce” (totally NSFW)

“Your wife is hot”

“Your wife is hot” part 2

Early Mornings with the Bat

Baby Wayne

“You’re mister J’s new obsession, Sugar” (part 1/3)

“You’re mister J’s new obsession, Sugar” (part 2/3)

“You’re mister J’s new obsession, Sugar” (part 3/3)

And when I’m gone… (warning, SAD)

I’m not drunk, you are

“It’s her, but it’s not her !” (part ½)

“It’s them, but it’s not them !” (part 2/2)

Scars, loving names and a bath

“That’s not how you negociate !”

“You’re cute when you’re jealous”

“My parents are gross…ly in love" (slightly NSFW)

Tickles and loss

Sneaky Bastard (NSFW)

Shaky steps and bad teaching

A chance to say goodbye

Ma Broosh !

“She should cut her nails” (part ½ of the League teasing the “batlovers”)

“Bruce…sucks !” (part 2/2 of the League teasing the “batlovers”).

“BATMAN IS NEVER JEALOUS”

“I’m lost without you…”

Silly Bat’

Fate is a bitch part 1/?

Fate is a bitch part 2/?

“Hopefully, no one will notice”

“I don’t like cats”

Odd socks

The Talk

Wedding and pop-corns

Relationship headcanons part 1/?

“You could have anyone you want !”

Behave

“I don’t wanna get married”

Alive (NSFW)

Anonymous Hate

I’ll always be here for you

“You slept with Superman ?”

The wrath of a short woman

“You’re…you’re Bruce’s father !”

Death, Amnesia, and 4 coffee please

The List (NSFW)

“Where did the coffee table go ?”

There is nothing left of him

“I’m done with you, Mr. Wayne”

Random convo between Batmom and Broosh

Behind closed door (NSFW)

Three parts of a whole (Batman x Reader x Superman) (NSFW)

The many times Alfred Pennyworth walked in on his master and his wife making love, and that one time his young masters wished they were blind (kinda NSFW)

“Is Father…drunk ?”

“You made me hide under the desk” (NSFW)

Wild Child

Insecurities shmunsecurities

Valentine’s day is a stupid holiday

“My last happy birthday was my eighth one…” (Bruce birthday special) 

“My biggest mistake” by Jason P. Todd 

Never piss off a magician

The Break-Up part ¼

The Break-Up part 2/4

The Break-Up part 2.5/4

The Break-Up part ¾

The Break-Up part 4/4

The first time he saw you

Polichinelle

“Go away, you’re confusing my baby” 

Making him work for it 

“DD night !”  (It stands for “Drunk Date”)

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Richard “Dick” Grayson/Nightwing :

“She’s too good for you”

Surprise Surprise

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Jason Todd/Red Hood

Cutie and the Beast (slightly NSFW)

Caught red-hooded (slightly NSFW too)

“Draw me like one of your French…boy ?”

I bacha(ta) can dance better than you ! (hispanic reader)

Costume Party

“Car sex looks so much easier in the movies” (NSFW)

Cig’ Break

“Wanna Join ?”  Part ½ (NSFW) (Roy x Reader x Jason)

“Wanna Join ?” Part 2/2 (NSFW) (Roy x Reader x Jason) 

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Timothy “Tim” Drake/Red Robin :

Naked Birds

You taste like coffee

Pierced (Tim x Batmom)

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Damian Wayne/Robin :

The First time is serious business (slightly NSFW)

Titus likes you…too much

“Just play the damn game with me !” (Batmom x Damian)

True blood son..and daughter (Batsis x Damian)

Period drama with mama (Batmom)

My mom is better than yours (Batmom)

Mistakes and Forgiveness

“Are we not gonna talk about the elephant in the room ?” (Batmom)

“Talk to my son like that again, and I will end you” (Batmom)

The New Trinity

“Are you…jealous, Damian ?” (Batmom)

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Clark Kent/ Superman :

Eighth time’s a charm

Happy (belated) Fourth of July

Hatred an Grief

Three parts of a whole (Batman x Reader x Superman) (NSFW)

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Kon-El “Conner” Kent/Superboy :

“You’re kind of an asshole”

“They’re kind of assholes”

“The World is kind of an asshole”

“I could break you” (NSFW)

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Diana Prince/Wonder Woman :

Drunk Amazon

Dating Diana Prince would include…

Take care of my babies or you’ll die

“…Where is our child ?”

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Arthur Curry/Aquaman :

I don’t talk to fish

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Roy Harper/Speedy/Red Arrow :

“Wanna Join ?” part ½ (NSFW) (Roy x Reader x Jason)

“Wanna Join ?” Part 2/2 (NSFW) (Roy x Reader x Jason) 

Traffic with the batfamily
  • *In a car*
  • Damian: Dont you do it Dick, you know how he gets
  • Dick: what? So I cant play..-
  • Tim: DONT EVEN SAY HIS NAME!!
  • Jason: Hey, whats that CD?
  • Damian: WHAT THE FUCK DICK!!
  • Dick: DONT CUSS AT ME YOU ONLY 10!!!
  • Damian: IM 13!!
  • Dick: I DONT CARE YOUR A CHILD!
  • *Dick about to insert disc*
  • Tim: *gasp* Dont do it.. think about us, okay just take a moment..
  • Dick: there is no going back..
  • *Inserts disc*
  • Jason: Is this.. is this what I think it is
  • Tim: I am sorry Damian I tried to stop him
  • Jason: WHEN I WAS A YOUNG BOY MY FATHER TOOK TO THE CITY TO SEE A MARCHING BAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • Damian: *Whispers* I actually dont understand the notes are quiet
  • Dick: *Whispers back* Do not act like you dont blast history maker in the car
Batfamily NSFW headcanons

Well, here it is. Because of the nature of the questions, IT IS NSFW, so if you’re uncomfortable with that, do not read, I have PLENTY of other work that aren’t NSFW at all that you can check ;-) (right here, my masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com). Anyway, I’m not great at writing headcanons so thought I practice a bit…hope you’ll still like it :

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The Goodies-

Bruce Wayne

  • What turns them on?

✶When you touch him inappropriately in public. Especially at charities, galas and other balls. It drives him crazy the way you do it so sneakily so that no one but him notice. It’s a sure way to convince him to go home earlier. 
✶Seeing you putting someone in their place with your wits and sarcasms after they’ve been rude to you…Oh he lives for this, and will have trouble to concentrate on anything else but wanting you. 
✶Your smile. Your laugh. The way you light up his dark World.
✶That man has a thing with lifting your skirt slowly, and putting your panties aside. He couldn’t even tell you why, he just loves it. And obviously, it instantly turns him on when you let him.
✶Knowing that the emotions he feels for you can outlast the orgasm you both had. Oh yes. Knowing he’s loved, and can let go with you. 

  • What turns them off?

There is very few things that turns him off when he’s with you, if not nothing (like literally, even when you’re being annoying, or when he’s being an ass, or if you just woke up and are disheveled and not really attractive…he’d still want you), as everything you do is just…Wow. He can’t get enough of you. Everything you do turns him on really. But He had experiences with other women before… :
✶Women who couldn’t handle a simple conversation. No connection at all with them, just sex. In and out, and then they’d be gone. He hated that. Which makes him love you more when you just spent time in each others arms talking about anything and everything. You’re the only one that makes him want to talk about what he feels and such…It’s a big relief. You’re his big relief. 
✶He use to hate SO MUCH when he took a woman out that had a “fake hollywood accent”, or any fake accent. A lot of fake French one. They thought it made them more interesting, but the only thing it did, was making them super annoying to hear so…Yeah, massive turn off. He cringed more than once because of a high pitched voice, or an annoying one with a stupid fake accent.
✶Narcissism turned him off instantly. Oh the many women Alfred had to escort out because Bruce misjudge them…It happened to him a lot when he was younger, long before meeting you. He thought he’d find a kindred spirit, but turned out, it would just be a woman who wanted him for his money and fame, and who thought she was irresistible. Spoiler : those kind of women were rarely irresistible, to him at least. He could resist them very well. He could resist most women very well…But you. Oh you, it’s impossible. 
✶Lack of passion. He just cannot even think about dating someone who isn’t passionate about anything. 
✶Fake tits. That doesn’t even remotely look (or feel) natural. Fuck them. And oh the women he went out as a younger man had a lot of fake things physically (fake ass, tits, teeth, nose…), every thing was fake in them really, to their personality and smiles. He hated that with a passion, and often wished he could drop the “womanizer” and “playboy” persona, that wasn’t like his real him at all…Everything changed when you came in. You’re the best thing that ever happened to him, nothing fake about you (for real though, if you wanna tell him to fuck off because he’s being an asshole, they you’ll do so, and he loves that!). 

  • Kinks?

Nearly violent sex. Bitey, grabby, pinny, not-holding-back sex. Paired with sweet words of encouragement and gentle forehead/Cheek kisses.
✶Surprise sex. You waking him up because his cock is in your mouth. Him whipping you around while you walk around the Manor, and boom.
✶Sex after an injury. He loves the way you’re careful with him, or how he needs to take care of you because you’re hurt. 
✶He likes giving more than receiving. WITH YOU. Because he feels like he has to thank you to put up with his shit and antics…And you do it so well, oh he just has to please you. Doesn’t mean he’s against a good old blowjob though. Oh, and damn, the good old 69 am I right ? 
✶He can be vanilla and/or rough, and you love it. He would never really hurt you (even if you ask him too, just light biting really), and most of the time you make love, rarely just fucking (unless you haven’t seen each other for a long time and you just need it)…He’s all for the sweet and cuddly aftercare. Cheesy man. 

Richard Grayson

  • What turns them on?

✶You. Your mere presence. A slight touch of your fingers on his arms. And he’s gone. It’s not always great, like, you’d be in public and you’d just touch his thigh softly, as you do, and he’d give you “that look”…
✶Snuggles. Cuddles. Oh yes. 
✶Neck kisses. It drives him beyond wild. 
✶He will get harder inside you by the mere sound of your moans…And hearing you orgasm, clenching around him, is a sure way to send him over the edge too. 

  • What turns them off?

✶Being with someone boring. Glad he found you. 
✶If he’s with a “selfish lover”. He doesn’t mind giving at all, but for him, making love is a way to show mutual respect, to show how much you mean for each other…so if he’s with someone who only think about themselves ? No.
✶When his partner is too forward about wanting sex. “Want to fuck ?” Oh. Nope, he likes when it’s subtle. When you give him sultry looks and such. He likes the building up. 
✶Bad breath. As simple as that. 

  • Kinks?

✶Once, he was arguing with you and in the heat of the moment, you slapped his face. Of course you excused yourself profusely, until you realized he went from being annoyed to argue to being very aroused…You both learned something about him that day. So, light BDSM. Who would’ve thought ?
✶He lives for silly giggly sex. Pleasure, your moans and bad puns, how could it get better than this ? 
✶Women’s mid sections. He loves slight belly and curvy hips. As simple as that.
✶He’s a sucker for romantic evening, that turns hot and steamy. 
✶Rubbing your legs, ass and back during the act. Oh yeah. 

Jason Todd

  • What turns them on?

✶Seeing you punching people. It sounds awful, but the way you don’t let anyone walk on your feet and don’t hesitate to punch people even twice your size…He loves it. 
✶If you wear a dress, your legs will instantly turn him on. He loves your legs. Especially when wrapped around his waist. 
✶You love to dance, and hum songs you like…Big turn on every time, as he can’t get enough of your voice, and you’re damn sexy when you dance. 
✶When you’re trying to contain yourself, but simply cannot. Muscles spasm and contort as you climax.

  • What turns them off?

✶Judgmental people. The kind who decides what you are before knowing you.
✶The daddy kink. Oh God, NO. 
✶It’s something kinda silly, he knows, but he hates long unclipped toe nails. Ew. You laughed the first time he told you. Well, yeah, it’s super gross. 
✶Lacks of enthusiasm and initiative. He can’t be with a woman who lets him do everything, chose everything for her. And who never initiates anything. Basically, the opposite of you. 

  • Kinks?

✶Clothed sex, because it feels like you two are so hungry for each other, that you just can’t bother getting all the clothes off. 
✶Sex games. First one to come loses. 
✶Public and semi-public sex. Hey, he likes danger. When you two are almost caught…Oh the thrill.
✶He’s very creative when it comes to sexual position. As long as your comfortable of course…He’s sure glad you’re flexible by the way.

Timothy Drake

  • What turns them on?

✶Intelligent woman. Intelligence in general. 
✶The way you look at him, with so much love, that makes him feel like he’s really wanted and needed…Sometimes, he just needs validation, as he doesn’t always gets it with his family. Fortunately, you’re here for that. 
✶Nibbling on his ears and neck, while whispering sweet nothing.
✶Eye contact. He just loves it. 

  • What turns them off?

✶Loud people. Oh God can’t they shut up ? He hasn’t slept for the past 36 hours and they’re making his head explode. Instant turn off if there’s too many noises. Though he loves your screams…It’s different ok ? 
✶If you starfish. Making love is a thing he wants to do with you, not to a very passive you. Fortunately, you’re never able to “starfish”…you’d do it as a joke sometimes, because you know he doesn’t like it, and then you wouldn’t be able to resist moving in sync with him.
✶Nothing to talk about but yourself. Someone obsessed with themselves. Oh he hates it. He’s so glad he didn’t find someone who didn’t had any subject else than themselves. He’s so glad he found you. Because with the name “Wayne” comes a plethora of women only interested in money and fame, who loves no one else but themselves. 
✶He hates feigned incompetence. Like a girl who acts like she doesn’t know anything about sex, while she’s clearly experienced. He always feels manipulated when this happens…

  • Kinks?

✶He loves to “discover boundaries”. Like what you like, dislike, what you two are willing to do, the extent you can go etc etc..Knowing just until where both of your boundaries go. 
✶You two nerds invented a secret “sex langage” to be able to talk about it in public. Of course you would.  
✶Nerdy dirty talk. Oh the puns about technologies, and pop culture you two are able to get out while making love : it’s endless. And he loves it. It makes him feel like he found just the perfect person for him. And you really are. 
✶Lazy morning sex. Bath sex. Those private moment with you, where you can just both enjoy each other. Domestic moment sex if that makes sense. 

Damian Wayne (older than his current age of course)

  • What turns them on?

✶Training together, seeing you fight and such. The way your body moves…Gets him every time. 
✶The way you look at him and tell him “I love you”. He’ll never get tired of it. Seeing the love in your eyes for him, knowing you mean it, that there’s at least one person in the world that really love and appreciate his bratty ass. 
✶When you caress his hair, fingers massaging his scalp. Soothing and arousing at the same time. 
✶The way you bite your lips or stick out your tongue when you’re focused. 

  • What turns them off?

✶He tries to be nice about it but…Body odors. If you smell because you two jumped on each other before you could take a shower…Instant turn off. Even his own smell could turn him off. Basically, if it smells bad, he won’t be able to concentrate on sex at all. He’s a living paradox however as he loves the smell of your sweat.
✶Hurting you. 
✶Rude and vulgar people. 
✶Lack of empathy.

  • Kinks?

✶Sensory deprivation. Like blindfolded, so you have to rely on trust and such. Or handcuffed, so you can’t touch and…again trust comes in. Sometimes, he would put headphones on your ears, so you wouldn’t know what his next move is by the sound…Basically, knowing you trust him and letting him do all that. 
✶He likes trying new things.But will never do anything you’re uncomfortable doing of course. Consent is key.  
✶Always the tease though. 
✶Sometimes, he’ll argue with you ON PURPOSE just for the amazing make-up sex afterward…Each time you’ll give him a look meaning : “really Damian ?”, and he’ll just smirk back at you. He knows how to push all your buttons, and oh, he just really like the way you are during make-up sex. 
✶You come first. He loves you, he wants you to be comfortable, but he also like trying new things and he’s so damn glad he found someones like you who’s willing to be adventurous. 

anonymous asked:

Batfam x s/o, them finding the reader shooting a gun perfectly into a target and reader acting normal about it. Thanks!

thank you for the request! I made this a batsis request because I’m strapped for time and I can’t do all 5 right now, I hope you still like it


  • It was just a normal day of practice for Bruce and the batboys
  • you were supposed to be upstairs helping Alfred with dinner while the boys wrapped up their training
  • You came down to tell them dinner was ready but they were too wrapped up in watching Dick and Tim spar
  • you tried to get their attention but nothing was working
  • so like any sane person, you waltzed over to the gun range, picked up a pistol and fired 6 rounds, perfectly down the center of the target in a straight line. 
  • you set it down face your boys
  • “Dinner is ready”
  • and walk out like a bad ass
  • You’ve never been taught how to shoot??
  • especially by any of the boys????
  • HOW COULD YOU SHOOT 6 PERFECT SHOTS????
  • they all race up the stairs after you, practically tripping over each other to figure out how their baby sis learned how to fire a gun with more accuracy than Jason
  • thy find you setting plate and bombard you with questions
  • Bruce is proud although worried about how you acquired such skills without him knowing
  • Dick is just plain confused, 
  • you’re the baby, the lil sis he was supposed to protect but now it seems you don’t need him to fill that role anymore???
  • Jason is downright impressed
  •  when he saw the target, a little happy tear grew in the corner of his eye, his baby sis, so grown up and gun savvy?
  • Tim doesn’t know why everyone was freaking out??
  • 1, she’s a Wayne, she was bound to learn it sometime
  • 2, shouldn’t they just be glad you’re not helpless anymore?
  • Damian was JEALOUS BC HIS GUN SKILLS ARE SUB PAR COMPARED TO HIS LITTLE SISTERS
  • you sit shocked listening to the questions 
  • “Who taught you?”
  • Alfred walks through the door, dinner in hand and answers,
  • “While you all may be more skilled than I, you forget you were not the only ones in this home with military expertise”
  • you two high five
Strawberries (Damian Wayne x Reader) *Collab with Colormemeow*

A/N: Here’s the fic me and @colormemeow wrote together in celebration of our 300 milestone!

Warnings: None!



You had woken up that morning, unenthusiastically expecting an empty apartment. It had been unbearably boring ever since Batman had temporarily grounded you from patrol.  But instead of the usual empty house, you found Damian, flopped unceremoniously onto your couch, looking like he’d been hit by, well, a Batmobile.

“Um… Hello?” you greeted and walked over to the sofa, kneeling so that you could make eye contact with him.

“Good morning,” he replied, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

This had happened before, so the shock factor had worn off slightly.

“You, my friend, are getting blood all over my couch,” you pointed out.

‘It’s not my blood,” he tried to reassure you.

“That’s not any better! Now, why don’t we get you out of that uniform?“

“Beloved, are you attempting to flirt with me?” Damian responded, smirking.

“If you think that this is flirting, you’re out of your damn mind. I’m saying that you smell bad and I want you to shower, so get off of my couch,” you said, quickly pecking him on the nose.

He huffed in annoyance before rolling off the couch and making his way to your bathroom.

“Your shampoo is in there!” you called from the linen closet, where you were trying to see if Damian had left any clothes at your house.

Damian stood in the shower, looking at your bottles of soap. On the shower shelf, there was a wide array of soaps, including the shampoo you had gotten for him when he stayed over. However, a different bottle caught his eye.


Damian walked out into your bedroom, to find the clothes you had laid out, for him. He raised an eyebrow at the choice, but chose not to complain. A few minutes later he walked out of your room wearing grey sweats and an undersized black t-shirt. Damian noticed a pink sweatshirt sitting on a chair. He stopped to consider his dignity before putting on the sweatshirt. It fit and was fairly warm, so he didn’t mind the color.


You were lying on your sofa, snacking on a bowl of strawberries that you had gotten for yourself while waiting for Damian to get out of the shower. There was a loud thumping sound, followed by a string of curses.

“Don’t you dare die on me!” you shouted from the couch, trying to make sure Damian didn’t kill himself in your shower.

About ten minutes later, you were met with Damian, draping himself gracelessly over you, Damian’s damp hair was pressed into the crook of your neck. “Hello,” you greeted for the second time that morning. Before Damian could reply, you spoke again. “Did you use my shampoo?”

“It smelled like strawberries, I couldn’t help it, beloved,” he said into your neck, tangling his legs with yours.

“Smells nice on you. And is that my hoodie?” You moved one hand to run your fingers through his hair.

“Maybe.”

“Pink’s a good color on you,” you remarked sarcastically.

Damian hummed in response, and shifted so that he could kiss you, with his arms on either side of your head. He gave you several short pecks on the lips. “Marry me,” he mumbled, his face hovering over yours.

“I’m not that insane,” you replied, smirking and moving your head up to give him another kiss.

“I’m serious,” he responded, but his phone started to ring. He moved one arm to pull it out of the pocket of his sweats. “It’s my father, beloved. I probably have to go,” he sighed.

“No,” you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Stay.”

“Beloved, I-” he stopped when he saw your pout. “Fine,” he muttered. “But what if it’s serious?”

“Promise me you’ll stay,” you begged, kissing him once again.

“Beloved, it is getting increasingly difficult to say no to you,” Damian said, furrowing his brow.

“I can make it worth your while,” you giggled, popping a strawberry into your mouth.

“You’re too good for this world, beloved,” he chuckled, then pressed his lips onto yours in a heated kiss.

His arms returned to either side of your head as the kiss grew more passionate. Your hands were on his chest, and the kiss broke for him to hastily pull off the pink sweatshirt and t-shirt.

Your position changed slightly, and now Damian’s knees were on either side of your hips, and he had your arms pinned above your head.

His lips were rough against yours and he kissed you fiercely.

You and Damian were both too preoccupied to hear the soft thunk coming from your fireplace.

It wasn’t until Bruce loudly cleared his throat that you both turned to look. There he was, in the full Batman suit.

Damian jerked off of the couch, landing on the floor. You heard a string of arabic cursing before he collected himself. “H-hello, father!” he exclaimed, looking absolutely mortified, his face almost as pink as the sweatshirt he’d been wearing. “It’s a bit early for you to be out, isn’t it?” Damian tried, attempting to avoid Bruce’s interrogation.

“Damian, would you like to explain to me why you elected not to report back to the cave after patrol last night?” Bruce questioned, crossing his arms over his chest. “And explain to me what this is,” he continued, gesturing to the two of you in your disheveled state.

You were practically petrified. Having your adoptive father-figure walk in on you and his son making out was not a comfortable situation.

“Father I am nineteen. I might remind you that I’m an adult,” Damian argued.

Bruce sighed, looking as if he was making a decision. “Fine,” he grumbled. “I’m too young to be having grandchildren,” he muttered to himself, making your face go bright red. In another instant, he was gone.

“I should probably go, beloved,” Damian reasoned, getting up and starting to change into his uniform.

“Yeah, I guess,” you admitted, sighing in defeat and standing up.

“I’ll be back later tonight after patrol,” he told you, walking over and taking your hands in his.

“Just do one last thing and kiss me,” you replied, smiling gently.

He nodded and kissed you softly. “Just so you know, beloved, I was serious about marrying you.”

And before you knew it he was out your window and off to save the world.

Headcanon of being Damian’s S/O

Start of relationship

  • It’s AWKWARD
  • He doesn’t know what to do because he’s NEVER been in a relationship 
  • he’s cautious about what he does with you 
  • AWKWARD KISSING
  • AWKWARD CUDDLING
  • the boys never been in a relationship, it’s weird for him
  • cute dates
  • he’ll treat you like a TEMPLE

Kissing and Cuddling

  • God this boy may be a Wayne but lord is he awkward
  • YOU had to make the first move 
  • He was afraid he’d fuck something up
  • “Can I kiss you?”
  • He still asks you that question
  • but there are time where he’d just kiss you out of the blue
  • poooosible make out sessions 
  • usually after patrol or even before
  • (you two have been caught a few times before it could go too far)
  • THE FIRST TIME YOU TWO CUDDLED WAS LIKE 2AM AND HE GOT BACK FROM PATROL
  • he like didn’t care
  • you were on his bed reading a book and he suddenly plops into bed and snuggled up next to you 
  • he really likes to cuddle, especially when he’s very stressed

Dates

  • He plans so many dates
  • the first one he took you on was rather simple
  • the next few he planned HARD
  • he’s worried he messes things up because ya’know
  • he has habits
  • but he spends so much time planning and wants everything to be perfect
  • its really cute
  • it usually ends with you exhausted and passed out on his bed


I thinks thats it! hope you like it!

Batfamily Personalities by @spicyhamsamson

Batfamily Basic Personalities:

Bruce Wayne, playboy philanthropist: Confident, charming, smooth, sexy, extrovert

Originally posted by wonder-steve

Batman: Brooding, lonesome, mysterious, EXTREME INTROVERT, dark and serious, but secretly very emotional, fights to crush evil. Terrifying to all criminals, but is kind to innocents, especially children. This is Bruce’s real personality, the Playboy Philanthropist is just a facade.

Originally posted by vikaq

Dick: Friendly, confident, relaxed, tends to make jokes when crime fighting, fights crime to make the world a better place(and because he finds it fun). Likes to show off his acrobatic skills, doing unnecessary and complicated tricks just to impress people, and make them jealous. Genuinely has fun fighting crime. Literally everyone likes him.

Originally posted by hisahkidraws

Jason: Confident and relaxed, also makes jokes when fighting, kind of like Dick but more aggressive and willing to kill. Kind to innocents but even more frightening to criminals in some ways. Fights to crush evil, just like Bruce.

Originally posted by yen-yen-yen

Tim: Devoted to crime fighting, awkward, workaholic, a nerd in the best possible way, somewhat violent, introverted like Bruce, but to a lesser extent. Fights crime because fuck it, right? I mean, like, why not?

Originally posted by pentapoda

Damian: Rebellious, loves animals, arrogant, spoiled, loves animals, bratty, large and in charge, loves animals, literally adopted a cow and then went vegan. Fights crime because Bruce took him from Talia and was like, “Shit, now I have a son that’s a trained assassin. Gonna have to fix that.”

Bonding with the batfamily
  • *at the movies watching scary movie*
  • Tim: HOLLY COW, how the hell did you think this would help us bond Jason!-
  • Damian: YOU STUPID HOE YOU GO THROUGH THAT DOOR YOU GONNA DIE!
  • Dick: this is so stupid like shes going to die- oh my god theirs the doll hell no, fuck no, back the fuck up..
  • Jason: HA HEY ITS THE DEMON I SAW IN HELL
“Talk to my son like that again, and I will end you” - Damian Wayne x Batmom

Summary : Damian is the victim of racism, Batmom steps in to kick some asses.

Just something that popped into my mind one night, after a day of heated argument defending some of my “people of color” friends, like some things get me instantly mad…so I had to write about it and hum…hope you’ll like it

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You didn’t mean to say it on live TV like that…but…The nerves of those people ! 

It was common knowledge that you didn’t particularly held journalists in your heart. 

Some would say it was because any form of media in Gotham was OBSESSED with your family, and you hated the attention you all constantly got. 

If you cut your hair, it’d be in the paper, if your sons were spotted hanging out in town, it’d be in the paper, if you and Bruce did something, it’d be in the paper…with ridiculous titles too : “The heir of the Wayne fortune are turning into delinquents !” when all they did was skateboarding around town. “Bruce Wayne and (Y/N) Wayne about to divorce ?” just because Bruce arrived later than you at a gala…So stupid. 

Yes, some would say it was because they constantly tried to find a scandal about your family but others…like your husband, would say it was because he used to date a few of those journalists women. And yeah, it was true he did “date” some of those women but, this wasn’t why you disliked journalists. 

And Bruce knew it, he’d just tease you with it sometimes to try and relax you because some douchebag wrote lies in the papers about your family…

You knew by marrying Bruce that it would be like that, that you’d always be the center of attention and honestly, when it was just about you ? Or even Bruce ? It was alright. Both of you could handle it. 

But when it touched your children ? Oh no. No. And no. 

And so, tonight, as someone made a comment about your youngest son..you kinda lost it. And you could already see the title of every articles and such that’ll come out the next day : 

“(Y/N) Wayne loses it on live TV”

But this was too much. Your boy already struggled with this at school, he didn’t need it everywhere else…How did they even hear about it anyway ? 

Uh…Who were you kidding ? They were journalists, of course they would have heard about your little outburst at Gotham Academy…

Keep reading

Arkham Knight (Jason Todd x Reader)

Requested by: anon

Summary: you are Batgirl and Jason kidnaps you because it’s part of his revenge, but you and Jason used to be a couple before he was kidnapped by Joker. Jason is angry, but beneath all the rage he still loves you passionately.

Warnings: smut! + smut is usually not what I write but I hope you like it anyway

A/N: It’s some while ago since I’ve read Arkham Knight Genesis and I haven’t played the game yet because I’m poor, so please excuse if there are inaccuracies.

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Your head was spinning and throbbing as you regained your consciousness. The memory of what happened floated back in and you tore your eyes open, awaiting the worst.
You were laying on the ground with no restraints on your wrists for your own surprise, but as you looked around and saw him, a slight wash of panic broke free, making your heart run.

The Arkham Knight was leaning relaxed against a wall, looking at you with crossed arms. “Good morning.” His static voice made you flinch.

You sat up straight and fixed your face. He couldn’t see you were intimidated. “How did you know?” Your voice is frosty, bulletproof, letting no emotions show. You were asking how he knew you were Batgirl. How he figured your identity out, because you made sure it was impossible.
You and Batman made sure.

“I know more about you than you think.”

“Then you know that I won’t allow you to kill me. Isn’t that what you want? To make Batman suffer?” It was obvious and didn’t need the world’s greatest detective to figure out that he was driven by unspeakable rage, that this was personal.

He straightened up. “I couldn’t kill you.”

You nodded. He could try, but you wouldn’t go out without putting on the fight of your life.

“No.” He took a step towards you.

You dug your fingertips into the floor, trying not to flinch away. Show your opponent no fear or weakness, Bruce’s voice echoed in the back of your mind.

“I couldn’t kill you, (Y/N).” The Arkham Knight repeated, but his daring voice was softer this time, holding something almost like defeated.

You rose to your feet with your brows furrowed in confusion. “Who are you?” Your heart was banging against your chest, wanting you to escape, but your mind told you to stay calm. “Why do you hate Batman so much?”

The Arkham Knight inhaled deeply and turned to the side. He pressed a button on his helmet and it lifted up, revealing his face to you.

Your feet carried you backwards until your back was pressed against the wall. Your heart stopped beating and crunched, your throat felt tight like someone had a hand wrapped around your neck and your stomach twisted, making you feel sick.
Your limbs felt numb, your eyes were wide with horrors and terrors while your lips quivered.
You couldn’t form a single syllable, but tears started to leak from your eyes, running silently down your cheeks from the simple sight of him.

“Missed me?” Jason’s voice was clear now. It sounded so hurt, so broken and sore.

You breathed in sharply and collected yourself as good as you could. You swallowed hard and suddenly your feet moved forward towards him.

Jason turned past you fully now, pulling a gun making you stop. Your eyes wide once again seeing the scarred J on his cheek. 

“You and Bruce had no clue it was me, did you?” His gaze was tired and broke, like everything about him. His eyes that once were full of wit and life now seemed dull and dark.

“We thought you died. I thought you died.” You whispered with tears welling.

“But did you mourn? You were glad to finally get rid of me. How long did it take til he replaced me, huh. Till you replaced me?!” He growled through gritted teeth.

You narrowed your eyes what made even more tears stream. “That’s what you think?” Your voice broke. “You’re blinded by rage, Jason. We all mourned. We all broke!”

“You broke?” He lowered the gun and stepped forward. “You broke?! I was tortured day and night in that abandoned wing of Arkham Asylum! LOOK AT ME!”

You clenched your jaw and looked him dead in the eyes.

“Every second of the day I hoped, no, I was sure Bruce and you would save me and then he showed me that picture… you just replaced me–” Jason’s voice shook. “He was beating me up with a crowbar for hours and you just lived on… you just left me to die.”

“No.” You shook your head. “That’s not how it was.” You tried again to reach him, but the gun was pointed between your eyes once more. “If you know so much then you know this is a lie. That Joker wants you to think exactly that. I love you, Jason! I still do! I always have! I–”

“Don’t say that!” He said and something threatening was gleaming in the tone. “Don’t you dare!”

“I WAS TRYING TO FIND YOU!”

He unlocked his gun.

“I DIDN’T STOP TO SEARCH FOR YOU, JASON. Day and night. Day after day after day. I didn’t sleep, I didn’t eat, hell, neither did Bruce!” You started to walk past him. He wouldn’t pull the trigger. He was still Jason underneath this all, underneath all pain Joker made him suffer.

“LIES!”

“Then he sent that… that video.” You grabbed the gun and he let go of it without a fight. “I shouldn’t have believed it. You are right. I should have saved you. You are right. But I didn’t. Bruce didn’t. But you– this all here, your rage, your bloodlust… that’s not you, Jason. You need to stop!”

He grabbed you and pushed you against the wall. His breath hit your face. “What makes you think that, huh? You’ve seen what I have done out there already, just wait–”

You take a hold of his face; gentle but firm enough so he couldn’t back away and your lips found his in a kiss full of pain and sorrow.
He fought it at first, flinching away from someone’s touch, but Jason had never forgotten the feeling of his lips against yours, how they locked into each other, dancing perfectly with one another and it was like balm for his soul.
He kissed you harder, all his anger crushed between your and his lips as his head started to spin and get hazy, longing for more, for you.
He grabbed your hips firmly, pressing you further into the wall and you inhaled a sharp breath, breaking the kiss for only a second before the passionate war raged on for a second time.
Your tongue traced his rough lip, being greeted by his own for their own little performance.
He hummed against your mouth and the vibrations travelled right to your core, spreading warmth and excitement through your entire body.
You broke apart and kissed along his jaw.
Jason smelled like summer rain and guns.
Your teeth sunk into the skin where his jaw met his neck. You remembered his body like he was never gone.

His breaths were shaking and his still gloved hands tangled in your hair as you licked over the spot to ease the attack.
His chest was rising and falling rapidly as he tugged onto your hair to guide your head away from his neck.

You opened your eyes, looking in blue ones that were clouded with lust, rage and undeniably love.

“I love you.” You repeated beneath a whisper and that was all Jason needed.

He picked you up so effortlessly. You sucked and caressed the sensitive skin of his neck like it was honey. His breathing was heavily and loud.
Your fingertips were crawling on his amour, desperately needing it to be gone as he carried you into another room.
He let you down and finally started to remove the suit. You pulled your shirt of your body and he ripped your bra apart with ease.
You closed your eyes and arched into his harsh hands as he cupped your breasts. He missed the smooth feeling of them laying in his palms.

Your eyes had meanwhile gazed over his bare chest and sadness shot into them, because they couldn’t handle what they saw. Countless scars. Everyone held different terrors.

Jason noticed your switch in moods, and he didn’t want your pity, he wanted your raw, passionate feelings, your unconditional love. He pinched your nipples roughly earning a yelp out of your mouth.
He lowered himself and sucked hickies on your flesh, licking and biting your breasts.

You shoved at his chest and he dropped onto the bed, gaping at you as you crawled onto him, ready to devour him entirely.

“I love you.” You whispered once again. Your hot breath targeted on his neck what made him shiver and grab your thighs. He rubbed circular patterns that made you sigh with satisfaction.

You kissed down his neck, sucked on his collarbone and licked the useless buds on his chest before you crawled farther down, making sure to leave soothing kisses on his scars.

Jason was biting his lips, rolling his head back. Groans and razor breaths escaped from deep within him. He fisted the bed sheets tightly as you reached the waistline of his briefs and Jason thought he would lose it right there as you looked up from beneath your long lashes, locking your gaze with his.

You pulled the fabric away, revealing his thick shaft. A hiss echoed through the room as you lick up the length of his cock, kissing the tip before sucking just so slightly.
Jason was switching from trying to keep his eyes open and squeezing them shut as waves of pleasures rushed through his body.

You removed the rest of clothing remaining on your body and straddled him.
You were caged in a beautiful hazy bubble, the world outside of it was like a distant memory.

Your finger intertwined tightly which each others, lacing together, stronger than handcuffs.

“Jay…” You breathed out as you moved your hips, pushing his hard cock inside of you as your dripping walls welcomed him gladly and both of your moans aligned in a symphony, speaking to each other.

You found a steady pace, but Jason needed to be closer to you. This wasn’t enough.
He flipped you on your back and attacked your neck with kisses as he pounded into you at a slow but deep rhythm.

Your finger run through his dark roots, tugging just so slightly as his name rolled over your lips over and over again alongside curses.

“I love you, too.” He pressed his forehead to yours. He wasn’t able to control his voice any longer and more and more moans broke free that drove you crazy.

You arched your back as his thrusts became more violent and chaotic. “Jason!” Your shaking fingers dug into his arms. Your body was lifted into another sphere.

“Look at me.” He whispered followed by hissing. “Look at me, (Y/N)!” At this point you were willing to do everything he wanted you to do. He was in control.
It felt like he took all of it, all you had over your body and you had no clue how you managed to open your eyes, but you did.

“I love you, too.” He showed himself completely vulnerable to you, completely broken as he came undone and the sweet sounds he made, your name and ohs and fucks and his eyes staring back at yours, rolling in the back of his head was all it needed to sent you over the edge as well, following closely after him, dissolving before crashing back together at full speed. Pure ecstasy.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck. You felt him catch his breath as you nuzzled against his head.

anonymous asked:

Love your work! Hey maybe since your headcannons are open, you could do something fluffy. Maybe dick and (and maybe batsis if you want) as tiny children interacting with Bruce around the rest of the league and them being in shock that broody edge-lord batman is a dad of 9 year olds

*screeching* yesssss I love this idea okay here we go:

• Okay first of all you both hide under his cape
• The JL will be having a Very Important Meeting™
• And suddenly from under Bruce’s cape they just hear
• “No fair! Lizard beats paper!”
• “We’re not playing with lizard!”
• Everyone just stares at Bruce until he lifts his cape
• And there’s two tiny cute kids under there?
• Hal thinks you and Dick are adorable
• Dinah cannot get enough of you
• Supes is so Done™
• You hide in his cape when it’s cold
• You’ve fallen asleep under his cape while he’s on watch duty
• Hal teasing Bruce
• Bruce not being able to retaliate because he loves his babies
• The JL members start bringing games for you to play to the watchtower
• Barry brings you guys Legos
• This is fine until Oliver steps on one
• Bruce is just
• “Stop bringing my children stuffed animals! They have enough as it is.”
• They don’t stop bringing you stuffed animals
• The JL is actually a little disappointed when you two aren’t with him
• You and Dick playing in the watchtower and hall of justice
• Hide and seek is great in the watchtower

Being a Batsis (w/ Batboys and Bruce) (Headcanon)

Complain and mock about everything and everyone and being too angry for someone at such young age

“Sister, what are you doing?” “Halloween decoration” “We live in a house in the middle of nowhere, no one’s coming over” “It’s. Halloween” and they would never bother you with this again because your tone sounded almost like a death sentence

Not actually interested at their night job

Bruce never offered you a position really because he knew you didn’t care much. It was nice to have a kid who would have an actual nightime.

When you turned 16, all the girls from your school couldn’t shut up about the Debutante Gala, Gotham’s most fancy party to introduce the daughters of the richiest man of the city

You would find it lame but the girls were giving you a hard time making fun of you telling that you didn’t have a date and your father was ashamed of you

Of course you know it was a lie, but it still got into your nerves. And you eventually punch the girl in her face.

They call Bruce and boiiiii HE’S FLIPPING THE TABLES OFF

He meets you in the principal’s officer and he gives you THE LOOK

The look he only gave to your brothers once they screw up

And the little bitch you punched couldn’t stop crying saying her face was ruined and you just snap “Oh god could you stop? I barely touch your nose”

They all would disagree because THE GIRL IS BLEEDING HER LIFE OFF

Damian and Jason would probably give you the highest of high fives later

The only time Bruce was ever call to your school was when you were 12 and kept telling that your brother came back from the dead

But this time he was so pissed

I mean, it wasn’t a punch that broke her nose but it was a specific enough that would leave her bleed a lot. Who even taught you that?

He takes you home and the way over he’s just starring at you starring the window

I’m so disappointed” and boy that breaks your heart.

You tell the story about the Gala and he just “oh, now I get it”

He tells you a story about how his mother took he once. He says he got the invitation but you never seemed to mind about that

I don’t, okay? It’s just really annoying

But eventually he makes a entire drama about you are he’s only daughter with his name. “Ugh, fine” and he mades you wear this stupid long dress with stupid expensive jewlery

But the look in his face when you’re dancing with him it’s just so “stop it, dad” with red cheeks and he’s just so proud.

Dick would dance with you too just to make other girl’s feeling jealousy for having such handsome brother.

Dick would bring the Titans over so they could discuss whatever supernatural problem the world was about to have and you would turn into a annoyance mess.

Seriously, how are they so obsessed about getting into fights? Why they don’t just call Superman over and he would end this in a sneeze.

You know that if you ever say that out loud they would disherit you right away.

But then again, your brother’s cute friend, Wally would be there

You guys had a rule about you not coming down to the Cave unless you’re called or hurt. As if they’re gonna stop you

Wally calling you princess for the entire time and Tim would kick you out and probably later put his feet while Wally is running so he could trip.

When you turned 18, Dick, Tim and Jason would lead you to underage drinking

Because really, how’s a person could be known as an adult for society while she’s 18 but she couldn’t have her own drink?

Dick would be all “We’re gonna get in trouble” “Alright, that’s enough” when you started to feel a little loosened. But Jason would give something so strong that by now he doesn’t care anymore

Tim would try to flirt with a girl so terrible that you and Dick would push him aside so he can teach him

His skills are so bad it makes you cringe “you’re more beautiful than the cinematic photography from star wars” srsly WHAT THE FUCK

Dick would be scared of how good you are but really you only knew what Wally taught you

And of course you slip this during a conversation and it would be a HELLA OF DRUNK ARGUMENT between the four of you

So y’all tried to murder our father in the past and I’m crucified because I am dating?” “YES”

You discover you’re a true Wayne the next day when you’re the only one without a hangover

Damian picked you guys up last night and the fourteen year old would look like a stressed mom trying to control all of you

Bruce knows the boys he have in home so whenever he’s away, you’re in charge (besides Alfred)

Your room would be far from the boys area because you once claimed it smells like daddy issues and cheap leather

“How do you spent 200$ bucks on make up” “How do you spent our space by existing?”

When Wally come over for the first time, they all acted like they never met him in life

“So, what do you do for living” “ARE YOU KIDDING ME WE WORK TOGETHER FOR THE PAST TEN YEARS”

Everything is fine eventually

Bruce’s really trying to be the dad the boys never had.

  • Jason: I cant find your phone Damian!
  • Damian: Whatever I'll just ask Tim to come over and help
  • Jason: Yeah cause we all just love Tim!
  • Dick: What..?
  • Jason: No really he is my favorite person, so this is gonna end up great, just GREAT!
  • Damian: Stop freaking out
  • Jason: I AM NOT FREAKING OUT!
  • Damian: THEN STOP FUCKING YELLING!
  • Dick: Stop swearing your only 10!
  • Damian: IM FUCKING 12 *Breaks table*
  • Jason: *mumbles* yeah lets just invite Tim cause its a great idea cause lets replace Jason again hmm? lets see how he feels * starts beating up the table*
“BATMAN IS NEVER JEALOUS” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

#5. “Who the fuck is this guy!? “My brother….” “Sure! Sure he is!”

Here we go for jealous Bruce Wayne, because that’s what this prompt inspired me to write. Boom, hope you’ll like it I’m a bit unsure about this one, feedbacks are welcome : 

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Damian was a bit confused. Usually, on patrol, they would like…do things. Catch criminals. Stop bank robberies. Save widows and orphans.

Yes, Damian was utterly confused as to why tonight, his father and him were following…his mom. Not Talia. You. He never considered Talia his mother, he came to that realization the first time you made him hot cocoa and cookies after he had a rough day, and just…talked to him. Asked him how he was feeling. Just genuinely cared for him, something Talia Al’Ghul never did. 

She was his mother, but you were his mommy. 

And so, tonight, as he was jumping from a building to another, following you through the dark street of Gotham, he wasn’t really sure what was going on. 

Oh my God…Were you a criminal ? Was he going to loose you because his father was going to put you behind bars ? But he loves you ! How could he ? 

If it came to that, Damian decided that he would fight his dad, giving you enough time to escape. Yes. He would save you. There was no way he was letting his mommy go in prison, no matter what she did…

His father was talking to Dick about something happening in North Gotham. He then proceeded to call Tim to ask him to go to the docks join Jason because some big drug deal was going on…And once again, Damian wondered why they were tracking you instead of taking care of the real issues. 

He looked down in the street, you were at a small cafe, ordering a huge cup of coffee, that he knew was probably the blackest beverage ever. You liked it that way. But that’s it. You were getting coffee. Sure it was 10:30 pm but like, you couldn’t always just stay at the Manor right ? You’d be bored ! 

Besides, you were a writer, you often came to get coffee at night with your notebook, you always said it brought you lots of inspiration (he loved your stories, and was your number one beta reader). 

It wasn’t an unusual thing for you to be out, getting coffee (even if Gotham was dangerous at night, you knew how to defend yourself thanks to your Husband’s training, and besides, one of your sons kinda always had an eye on you anyway…just to be sure), so again, why were they here ? Why weren’t they on the docks, with Tim and Jason, to fight some real criminals ? 

Bruce refused to let Damian patrol alone so far, which is why he was with him, but usually, he’d explain what was going on you know ? Not able to contain himself anymore, Damian asked : 

-Father…why are we spying on mom ? 

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Crush (Jason Todd x Reader)

Summary: Bruce is a dick and Jason storms away. You are the only one following him.

Warnings: eh, light smut? You make out, basically it’s nothing, slight angst

Note: (Y/A) = your alias

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“We have to–”

“No!”

Jason tried to help. He just wanted to help, but Bruce pretended he had just killed someone, what he didn’t, like Jason’s judgment was not good enough to be considered.

“He will escape!”

“You are not part of the team anymore, Red Hood. Stand down!”

This felt like a punch right in the gut. Jason stood there, looking at Bruce who turned to Dick, what made Jason’s throat tighten even more. The world around him blurred and his heart ached with pain and rage.

You watched him. Suddenly the bat on your chest burned and you wanted to rip it off, throw it to the ground and quit.
You stepped forward, searching for words that were pouring from your brain and disappear. You couldn’t understand how Bruce didn’t notice how much it hurt Jason, the uncontrollable anger that rose and was about to spill out of him.

Jason’s jaw tensed. Fine, he thought and just ran. He ran and jumped from roof to roof, not checking if it was safe. No one cared about him anyway, right? He was alone in this city, in this world.
Alone in death. Alone in life.
Would they even notice if he’d die, again.
Probably not.

“No one wants to go after him?!” You shouted at everyone, but mostly Bruce. He gave you a quick levelled look and it pushed you over the edge. “You’re an extra asshole today, Bruce. Screw you.” And with that you followed Jason.

You thought Jason was funny, you didn’t know him well, though and yes, you had developed this little crush on him, but this now was something else.
This was anger and fear.
Anger about Bruce’s behavior and fear that one day he might treated you just like Jason today.
And you never wanted to witness that.

Jason was a few feet ahead of you now. “Jason, stop!” You yelled, but he ignored you, pushing even harder. You look ahead of him and a wave of panic broke free. “STOP!” You knew he wouldn’t make that jump and you were sure he knew that too what made it even sadder.

You acted swiftly, reaching for your grappling gun.
You shot and made it pull you what gave you speed.
Jason jumped, but you just made it in time to grab his arm, swinging the two of you in a half circles and crashing into the sixth floor of some office building.

You laid beside him in the sharp pieces of shattered glass. Your cheek was cut open, blood dripping down to your jaw.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” He growled. Jason was holding his upper arm, trying to rub the dull pain from landing away.

You scoffed. “With me? You were jumping… jump– jumping into death!” You wanted to sugar coat it, but were at a loss of words once more. He didn’t, right? He wouldn’t just want to die again?

“And?” Jason laid his head down, mask facing the ceiling. “My decision.”

“Thought since you knew how it is to die you tried to avoid doing it again.” You mumbled indignant. It just frustrated you.

“I don’t have to talk to you,” he said angrily and got up.

“Thank you, (Y/N). Thank you for being the only one coming after me.” You mimicked his voice before talking in your own tone. “No biggie, Jason. Bruce was a real dick. I really like you and if you ever need company just give me a ring. You are not alone, dude.”

He was stopping right at the edge of the window and his head turned slightly.
You wondered if he was crying under the helmet.

“You’re a good liar.”

“You are bad at spotting lies then, because non of this was a lie.”

He stomped past you. His lethal body now towering over you, making your heart race. You wanted to see his eyes so bad in this moment.

“You hate me just as much as everyone else does, don’t pretend.” He hissed.

You laughed inauthentic, almost sarcastically. “That’s what you think?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “I didn’t know you were so desperate for approval.”

Now he was the one laughing inauthentic, almost sarcastically.
You were standing there, daring at each other as if at any second you would kill one another.

You were the first to move, taking a deep breath.
Jason watched your face soften and body relax almost as if he had defeated you and it didn’t make sense to him.

“I don’t hate you, Jason. I hate that I like you.” You paused. “Like in like like. I’m not good with feelings, you know.” You shrugged.

He tore his helmet off his face. His brows were pulled into a tight frown. His eyes made your insides tingle, but they were so full of question. “What?”

“Yeah.” You raised your hands innocently. “C'mon, don’t tell me your self-esteem is so damaged you don’t believe someone has a crush on you.”

He didn’t even blink.

You got more serious now. “I mean, that’s not why I ran after you. Bru–”

His lips shut you up. Soft, warm lips moved against yours, sweet and tenderly asking for permission. One of his hands slipped from your shoulder to your neck and the other one had took a hold of your chin, tugging it up slightly.
You straightened up and stepped towards him. You pulled him closer by his leather jacket before your hand dipped into his dark hair and wrapped around the hot skin of his neck.
The ground underneath your feet shook so blissfully, making both your knees weak.

Each others lips were the best things you two have ever tasted, sweeter than honey and you wanted more; you couldn’t get enough.
Jason’s lips were making your head spin and yours made him forget about all the shit floating in his head for once.
It was an instant addiction. You craved more from one another.

His hands travelled down your sides, slowly, leaving your skin warm and charged with electricity that made you shiver.
All this stupid body amour in the way.
You jump and wrapped your legs around him. Jason carried you to one of the desk that were standing around. The shattered glass creaked underneath his boots.

You trailed kisses along his jawline. Tiny gasps sneaked over his lips as you bit the skin on his neck just so lightly.
It sounded more melodic than music to you.
Jason tugged on your hair. You breathed in sharply and found his eyes which gleamed with passion and lust, seeming three shades darker.

He laid his forehead to yours while his hands held your thighs, rubbing tiny patterns. “Not here.” He whispered, breathing heavily. “We deserve better.” He looked around and a small grin tugged on his lips.

You nodded and he leaned back in, kissing you for some more moment before grabbing his helmet and putting it on. It was so hard to pull away, to not rip each others amour off right there.

You two stood at the edge now, trying to figure out where you were.
He was holding your hand almost as if he was scared you’d vanish or be ripped away from him if he didn’t.

“I think my apartment is close,” he said. “But this hotel is closer. I mean, would be quite funny to just walk in as (Y/A) and Red Hood.” He shrugged. “I already see the article in Gotham Gossip.” His eyes scrutinized your face and he smiled seeing how flushed you were.
He didn’t feel alone.

“That be a real punch in the face for them. They always try to make me and Dick work.” You picked your grappling gun up, handing it to him.

“I don’t ship that.” He pulled you close and aimed at the nearest roof. You laughed while being dragged through the air. He let go of you as your feet touched the roof and you ran jumping to another one as a voice echoed in your ears.

“Red Hood, (Y/A), you copy?”

Jason stopped and you crashed into him. He kept his hands around you. You shook your head, looking up at the red helmet.

“We can’t just– I didn’t know you were so bitter, (Y/N).” The smirk on his lips was audible.

“I’m not bitter, I just have a million other things on my mind now and every single one is you.”

“I– Same, but we have to.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and smile warmly. “You’re too pure, Jason.”

“We–” He was searching for the right words, how to phrase what he wanted to say best. “We have time, right?”

You get on your tiptoes and kiss the helmet where his mouth was supposed to be. This wasn’t just lust. There was so much more beneath the lust and longing. “Right,” you said, smiling foolishly.

“We copy, Batman. Sup?”

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While writing this, this scenario of someone trying to hug Jason and his chest taser is still on, popped up in my mind and made me laugh real hard.
Also, I guess I’ll do a part two. » part two is up

Alarms In The Heart (Damian Wayne x Reader)

A/N: Have some Damian! There’s been a constant flow of nothing but Jason lately, so have some Damian to balance it out! I hope you like it! I wanted to give you guys some fluff to apologize for all the angst in The Joyride.

Warnings: None

Tagging: @solis200213 @pinkwitch21 @tigeragathe @gokusanfan @just-a-girl-maybe @queen-of-all-the-fandoms @holywinchesterness @battybe-my-writing @neverlandprincessjaz


Your breath hitched in your throat as Damian passed you swiftly in the hall. You hated yourself for the feelings that you harbored for him. He was your best friend, and you were sure he saw you as nothing more. Yet you couldn’t stop your heart from racing every time you were near him, or the strange giddiness that afflicted you in his presence.

You sighed lightly and continued on your way downstairs, a book in hand. You reached the living room, finding that the fireplace was lit, casting a warm orange glow across the room.

The pitter-patter of the rain outside was calming, and merged pleasantly with the crackling fire.

You settled into the far end of one of the long, forest green couches that surrounded the dark mahogany coffee table, nestling nicely into the corner where the cushions met the armrests, curling up and leaning into the back cushions. You opened your book and began to read, soon enough becoming enthralled in the story.

You’d been reading comfortably for about half an hour when you felt the cushions sink next to you and saw a figure from over the top of your book. Reluctantly, you looked up from the paged to see Damian sitting cross legged in front of you, waiting for you to notice him.

“Hi, Damian,” you greeted him pleasantly, giving a small smile and allowing the book to rest on your knees, trying to ignore your racing heart and the blush rising to your cheeks.

“Hello, (Y/N),” he returned, leaning back on his hands. “I’m bored. What are you reading?”

“It’s called Austerlitz, it’s really good,” you answered, picking up the book and showing him the front cover.

“Looks interesting,” he commented, obviously still bored. “Want to watch a movie? I’d say we could go out into the gardens and look for birds but Alfred won’t allow me outside in this weather.”

You nodded, smile growing slightly. “That sounds fun! What should we watch?”

“Grayson showed me a movie, but I can’t remember the title. It’s the one about the kaiju that come from the portal in the sea. The one we made fun of in the theatre?” Damian scrunched his nose up, trying to recall the name of the film.

“Oh! Pacific Rim? That one sounds good! Will Dick let us borrow it, though?” You cocked your head the the side and furrowed your brow.

“Who said he has to let us borrow it?” Damian asked with a mischievous smile.

You giggled in response, covering your mouth with your hand as you laughed. You could feel your face heating up and that damned giddiness bubbling up at that stupid smirk.

“Come on,” he prompted, grabbing your hand and pulling you off the couch.

Your blush intensified at the contact, and you couldn’t keep from noticing how warm his hand was on yours, and how his skin was rough and calloused, but his touch still gentle.

He led you up the stairs by the hand and through the long hallways of the manor, your footfalls soft against the dark hardwood floors. You reached the door to Dick’s room and Damian shushed you quietly before cracking open the door to see if anyone was inside.

To your luck, it was empty.

Damian turned around and began giving you instruction on what to do if Dick was to show up. “Distract him. Say you were trying to find him and…” Damian paused for a minute, biting his lip in thought.

“I need help with homework?” you suggested.

“Perfect,” Damian replied, wearing the same devilish smirk as before. “When I’m ready to come out I’m going to tap the door twice. If it’s all clear, repeat the two taps.” With that, he turned and entered the room, shutting the door behind him.

You stood watch outside the door, making sure Dick didn’t find Damian smuggling a DVD out of his room, smiling to yourself at Damian’s unnecessary signalling system.

A couple minutes later you heard two soft thunks from the other side of the door. You tapped your fingers gently against the wood and Damian quietly exited the room.

“Got it?” you asked as Damian checked across the hall to make sure that Dick hadn’t seen him leaving the room.

He grinned, pulling the DVD out from under his shirt and began to lead you back down into the living room.

On the way down the stairs, you tripped a few steps above the landing, and your breath caught as you were pitched forward, sending you and Damian tumbling down the last few steps.

It happened so fast you could barely process it, but Damian had far more training than you, and you felt him pull you into him as you fell, his arms wrapping tightly around you.

He landed on his back, making sure you received none of the impact. He groaned slightly when he hit the bottom, his arms still wrapped tightly around you.

You were blushing furiously. Your head was pressed against his chest and your legs were tangled together. When his hold around you finally loosened, you rolled off of him and sat up.

“Are you alright, bel- (Y/N)?” Damian asked, sitting up and moving over to you, scanning your face intently for bruises.

You nodded, casting your glance to the side as your cheeks heated up, trying to avoid meeting Damian’s concerned gaze. “I’m fine. I’m sorry I made us fall.”

“It’s fine.” He dismissed your mess-up uncharacteristically quickly. Usually he was one to hold a grudge, but he never seemed to be that way with you.

He helped you to your feet and you both went to the living room to watch the movie.

You turned the television system on and Damian put the DVD in the disc tray, pressing a few buttons to set up the DVD player.

Damian returned to the couch as the film began to play, settling down right next to you.

Your shoulders brushed together and you blushed for what seemed like the millionth time that day. Seemingly out of the blue, you felt Damian’s wrist against your forehead.

“Are you sick? You’ve been flushed all morning,” Damian inquired, once again giving you that concerned look.

“I’m not sick, Dami,” you told him, giving a small laugh. Your heart swelled at how concerned he was for you, but you reminded yourself that his actions were merely out of friendship.

“Alright,” Damian said, though he didn’t quite seem convinced.


As the movie played, Damian couldn’t help but find himself looking over at you constantly. It disappointed him greatly that you most likely didn’t reciprocate his feelings for you, and it disappointed him even more that you seemed completely oblivious to just how much he cared for you.

Somewhere in his mind, he had the urge to kiss you, right then and there, but he ignored this urge. He valued your companionship too much to ruin your friendship.

It was nearing the end of the movie, and he could tell you were getting sleepy.

Your head would fall slightly to one side before you shifted it back up and rubbed your eyes. He reminded himself to get you to take a nap once the movie was done before turning his attention back to the screen.

It wasn’t even a minute later when he felt a light pressure on his shoulder. He glanced to the side to see your head resting upon his shoulder, your eyes shut and your mouth parted. He gave the smallest of smiles and he could feel his heartbeat pick up pace.

He wanted to slap himself for the illogical nature of these feelings. Like he’d told himself before, the odds of you ever reciprocating them were slim to none.


You weren’t sure when you had fallen asleep, but you woke up drowsily, your head resting comfortably against- Oh. Oh dear.

You noticed that the movie was over, and that the television had turned off. A quick glance to the wall clock told you that you’d been asleep for maybe half an hour. How long had the movie been over? How long had Damian been sitting with nothing to do?

You looked up to his face as best you could from your position without moving your head too much.

His eyes were open, and his eyes travelled around the room, probably searching for something to end his boredom.

You sat up, drawing Damian’s attention, and looked down at your crossed legs. “I- uh- Sorry.” You muttered your apology. “I should probably- uh- go. I have some homework to do.”

“Y-yes. Father probably wants me to be training right now anyway. I-I’ll see you later,” he responded, standing quickly and walking away.

You sighed. It was nice while it lasted.

Damian made his way down to the cave and changed into his Robin uniform. Dick, Bruce and Tim were all there, Tim and Bruce at the console and Dick training with his escrima.

Damian drew his sword and warmed up a bit on a sparring dummy, trying to get his focus to shift away from his feelings for you, even if it was just for a little while. Despite his best efforts, his thoughts gravitated towards the topic, and soon it was all he was thinking about as he attacked the dummy relentlessly.

He had been training intensely, lost deep in his thoughts. His perception of time had apparently slipped away, because you entered the cave, carrying a platter, saying that you and Alfred had made them lunch. He could have sworn it was still only ten-o’clock that morning, but when he looked at the time on the Batcomputer it was the afternoon.

He sheathed his sword and made his way over to you, his heart pounding at the thought of what he was about to do.


You set the tray down on the table, starting to set out the food. You had just finished pouring lemonade for Dick when you saw Damian quickly approaching, a look on his face that you couldn’t read.

“Hey, Dami, I brought you guys some-”

You stopped mid sentence as Damian grabbed your hand and led you off into a secluded area of the cave.

When he stopped walking he moved to face you, his expression still unreadable to you.

“Dami?” you asked softly, looking up at him in curiosity, noticing that he hadn’t let your hand go.

He didn’t respond, his free hand moving to cup the side of your face.

“Damian what are you-”

Suddenly his lips were on yours.

You were shocked for a moment, but you kissed back, finding his lips surprisingly soft.

The kiss was chaste, and it was over sooner than you would have liked, although you were still having trouble processing that it had happened at all.

“I have wanted to do that for a very long time,” Damian said airily.

You stared up at him, still having trouble finding the words to say anything. “C-Can I kiss you again?”

Damian nodded, leaning down once again, and allowing his lips to brush against yours, his arms wrapping around your waist this time.

Your hands went to his shoulders and you stood on your toes. Maybe your odds were better than you had thought.

omg-gilliankazoo-me-deactivated  asked:

Headcanon: when did the batboys (+Bruce) realize that they were falling for their s/o and what was their reaction to realizing they're in love? I hope this helps to make your day better ❤️

Thank you so much love ❤️ THIS IS GOING TO BE A LONG ONE SO THE REST OF THE HEADCANNON IS UNDER THE CUT


Bruce

  • Bruce realized be was in love when he saw you helping Dick with his homework
  • it was just a regular day for you and Bruce
  • You had spent the night at the manor
  •  when Bruce woke up the next morning he saw you and Dick on the Dining table trying to memorize the quadratic formula together
  • Bruce’s boys were the most important thing to him and seeing the proud look on your face when Dick solved a problem on his own and the look of excitement on Dick’s when you praised him made Bruce’s cold heart melt
  • At first the thought of being in love flustered him
  • he was used to a fatherly or familial type of love, not love love
  • the more he thought of it or you, the more it excited him
  • he wanted to be with you forever
  • he wanted to be the man you came home to every night
  • he wanted you to become the mother of his adopted children 
  •  he wanted to be happy with you
  • and he was

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Bruce cant joke
  • Damian: Why is everyone so stuck up here?
  • Jason: Look who's talking
  • Damian: yeah but I've eased. I mean I have never seen Father make a joke
  • Jason: He made you
  • Damian: ..
  • Tim: OH HHH GET BURNED!!!
  • Dick: Oh god Jason, shock me, actually say something intelligent
  • Tim: OHHHHHHHH!!! YOU JUST GOT DICKED!