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“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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Thank you love! Riddler, Scarecrow and Catwoman as a ship has a special place in my dark heart and i love them. Truly.


“Selina, dear.”

The voice was pure velvet, the honeyed syllables washing over her as she perched on the kitchen worktop. She had retreated to the kitchen to throw some clothes into the washer but as she completed the task and settled to watch the cycle begin, she had become distracted by her thoughts. 

Or at least she had been.

“Edward,” she purred in response, expression taking on an amused tone as she spotted the other occupant of the room, “and Jonathan. What brings you two from your shared plague pits?”

She had seen neither hide nor hair of either man for the whole morning as they were working away in their shared basement on some over-complicated plot and experience had told her that it was better to leave them be and not get involved.

Yet their sudden appearance back in the kitchen suggested that, despite her efforts, she may be getting dragged along for the ride.

Raising an eyebrow, she leaned back on her hands and her thighs rested against the granite.

“Yes?”

Edward crossed his arms and widened his eyes in faux surprise.

“You look beautiful today, dear, stunning. Have you changed your skincare routine? You are ethereal. Jonathan, doesn’t she look beautiful?”

Indicating to the taller man, he waited for Jonathan to fulfill his part.

“Radiant. Truly.”

Jonathans’ voice was of a lower tone than Edwards’ and the gravelly compliment pulled a small grin from her which was only mildly tinged with suspicion.

“These are facts, gentlemen. What I want to know is what do you want?”

Moving towards her, Edward placed a hand on her bare knee and started to trace out the shape of her kneecap causing small goosebumps to appear on her skin.

“Just a favour,” his silver tongue was quick to go to work, “we have hit a small snag in our plan and we may need a small item retrieved from a certain safe in a certain office building in North Gotham.”

“It would be highly appreciated.” Jonathan added and he placed his own hand gently on her opposing ankle, marveling at how much warmer it was than his own skin.

Knowing what they were after, she laughed and the lightness of it was delightful to both men as she straightened up on the worktop and asked incredulously.

“Is this seriously your joint idea of a seduction?”

“Is it working?” Imitating her own signature purr, Jonathan tilted his head down to meet her.

Giving an exaggerated sigh, Selina rolled her eyes.

“Give me the details and i’ll see what I can do. I am going to save you from embarrassing yourselves.”

“You truly are the best, Lina.” Edward exclaimed, pleased that she had agreed to help them so readily. He had been prepared for at least ten minutes of cat-and-mouse before she would concede. “Your talents are wasted on the other denizens.”

“Sweet talker,” she patted his cheek with her open palm, “so what do I get out of this?”

Exchanging a quick look, a silent conversation took place between Edward and Jonathan as they came to a swift conclusion and, leaning forward, planted a kiss each simultaneously on either side of Selinas’ cheek.

The scruff of Jonathans’ stubble contrasted with the smoothness of Edwards’ skin and it caused the corners of her mouth to twitch up at the mild tickling sensation as her men showed her a little bit of affection.

Wrapping an arm around each of their necks, she pulled herself off the worktop and went to grab a skirt from the clean pile of washing which lay in the nearby basket.

“Do not think that just because I agreed that your joint seduction worked,” she chastised, “and we will be working on improving that skill when your little scheme is over.”

Glancing over her shoulder, she could clearly see both men nodding at her suggestion with a mutual look of interest and a smug smile settled on her lips.

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Something anything criminal batfam please. I'm begging you.

((ahhhhhh i’m sorry for all i’ve put you through so far, omg. uuuh i don’t have time to do something worth justice to that au at the moment that I feel comfortable with, but he’s a beta version of Steph’s past cut from ch 6!! I hope you enjoy it and thank you for sticking with me!!))


Her dad never gave her a ton of choices. Not real ones. There were choices like what moves she wanted to make when he played one of his weird games with her, and there were choices like what she wanted for dinner off a menu, or ones like, ‘are you too sick to go to school today?’ which she never was, because the alternative was staying home.

The first time her dad got arrested, she finally got a choice all her own, and she just couldn’t choose:

Who did she hate more? The cops, her dad, or everything?

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The Joker x Reader x Dead Son- “Lost” part 3

Your son died and everything came crashing down really fast. Who would have thought the King and Queen of Gotham have hearts that can break?

Read Part 1 here: http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/154759609421/the-joker-x-reader-x-dead-son-lost-part-1

Part 2 : http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/154843339491/the-joker-x-reader-x-dead-son-lost-part-2

Part 4: http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/157309899671/the-joker-x-reader-x-dead-son-lost-part-4

The Joker is speeding on the freeway, keeping his hands clenched on the steering wheel while talking to you.

“Who the hell took him, Y/N?! Who would dare do such a thing?” he addresses you, almost shouting again.

“I-I don’t know, J, I just don’t know…” you reply with quivering voice, rubbing your face, deep in thought. You even forgot to wipe your tears. “But our son is alive, can you believe that?…” you turn towards him, starting to cry again.

He glances at you for a few seconds, then takes your left hand and kisses it, accelerating.

“Don’t cry, Princess, you cried enough in the last half a year, enough for a lifetime. We’ll find him, hm?” he tries to be brave but his heart is filled with so many conflicting emotions that he finds it hard to concentrate on his words.

“I’m calling Harvey,” you suddenly decide, taking your phone out of your pocket. “I hope he still keeps in touch with those hackers that helped us with the Australian job.”

“Oooh…great!” the joker mumbles, rolling his eyes.

“Baby, not now, please??” you plead with him, searching for Harvey Dent’s contact number. You press the screen and he picks up after three rings. “Hi, Harvey, it’s me.”

“Y/N, it’s been a while, I missed hearing your voice. How the heck are you?”

J starts growling and you caress his thigh, trying to soothe him.

“I’m ok, driving back to Gotham. I need a favor, could you help me with something?”
“Yeah, yeah, of course, I will if I can,” he offers without hesitation, chuckling.

“Do you still keep in touch with the hackers from the Australian job?”

“Not really, but I can find out if they are still around or…alive. I sure hope so, those guys are the best, might need them again. But first, let me flip my coin and see if I really should do this for you or not,” he teases, joking around.

“Don’t you dare flipping that coin on me, Dent!!!!” you yell in your phone so loud he has to distance his ear from his cell.

“Jeez, Y/N! I’m kidding; I wasn’t going to do that to you, I’m just messing around. What’s wrong?”

You take a deep breath and close your eyes:

“I’m sorry, Harvey…”

“Don’t apologize to him!” you hear the Joker in the background and you pat his arm, trying to ignore him.

“…I’m on the edge. We just found out our son is alive,” you blur out, trying to keep it together.

Silence on the other end for a few seconds.

“…Holy…shit! A-are you sure?”

“Pretty sure, we got a call from him this morning, I think someone took him and made us believe he died in the explosion.”

“Was it really him?” Harvey asks, stunned at your revelation.

“Yes, we are sure it was him. That’s why I need those guys again; I need them to trace the call for us.”

“Hell, of course, no problem, I’ll get on it right away. I’ll see you soon then.”

“See you soon. Bye.”

You hang up and rest your head on J’s shoulder, he is definitely tense. You reach out your hand to cover his on the steering wheel.

“We’ll get Kase back, no matter what,” you tell him with such determination J forgets about how much he can’t stand Harvey.

“No matter what, Y/N, even if we have to burn Gotham to the ground, even if it means we burn with it.”
You just kiss his shoulder instead of agreeing, that’s all you need to do.

“Crap! I need to tell Frost!” you just realize and almost jump of your sit, looking for your cell again. He is listed under Emergency contact, right under The Joker’s number.

Jonny picks up right away. You tell him the good news and he won’t say anything, you really think you got disconnected.

“Frost, are you still there?…Hello?…”

“Yeah…I’m…here…Wow, Kase is alive,” you hear him mumble and you have no idea how relieved he is right now. “ I can’t believe that!”

“Please stay in touch with Harvey, we will see you shortly. We have to find our son and get him back!”

“Understood,” that’s all he can say anymore before he hangs up.

Frost hurries and runs for the bathroom, locking himself in, holding really tight to the sides of the sink, taking deep breaths. He really doesn’t want the others to see him in this state. He didn’t tell anybody, but he blamed himself for what happened to Kase, he was the one that let him go, believing the kid’s lies. Such a huge burden lifted off his shoulders now. His eyes are teary as he stares at himself in the mirror. He will raise hell to bring back Kase .

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Luckily, Harvey was able to get a hold of the hackers. They came to your hideout right outside Gotham and have been trying to trace the call for several hours now without any success. They say it’s almost impossible to find out where the call was made, but they will hack some satellites and keep on trying because they really are the best and they will get the job done. You didn’t even care about the price; you offered them what was asked.

You’re so tired you can barely keep your eyes opened. Harvey stopped by for a while and J really pushed himself to behave, especially when you kept on talking to the guy he can’t stand. He almost had a fit when you kissed Dent on the disfigured side of his face, which is your favorite half by the way.

And when you thanked him, oh, boy, it took so much out of the Joker not to snap. But to your surprise and his own, he kept his cool and chattered with Harvey. You always feel like in high school when you are in the same room with both of them.

After Harvey left, you and the Joker retreated to the smaller bedroom, trying to rest or at least take a nap. You both toss and turn, unable to think of nothing else but Kase.

“That’s it!” you decide, getting up on your pillows. “Come here!” You grab a small one and place it on your tummy, moving J’s head on it so he can maybe relax better.

You begin caressing his hair while he just growls, unhappy.

“What is it, baby?” you ask, even if you really don’t need to.

He sniffles and adjusts his head on the pillow:

“Why did you kiss Harvey?”
With all the crazy stuff going on, it makes you giggle.

“Really J ?”

“You know I don’t like Dent, he wants you for himself.”

“Wow,” you actually start laughing softly. “You’re 50 and still act childish. Stop being jealous for no reason.”

“I’m not acting childish. I don’t want people to crave what’s mine.”

“He doesn’t want me, it’s all in your mind,” you continue to stroke the green strands of hair falling on his face.

“Yes, he does, I see how he looks at you all the time.”

“Well, can’t help it if I still look stunning at 45,” you tease, entertained at his antiques.

“Shut up, Princess,“ he shoves his shoulder in your side, sulking.

“You’re such a big baby; you guys should really stop this nonsense!” you close your eyes, delicately touching his cheek.

“Riiiighhhtt, then tell him to stop flirting with you!” The Joker buries his face in the soft fabric, aggravated again, but then he changes his mind and kisses your knee:

“Don’t touch him again!” he snarls, wrapping his arms around your legs.

You cover his mouth, too tired to hear about it.

“Shush, baby, what got into you?! You know I love you.”

J doesn’t answer for a few good moments and you wonder if he felt asleep.

“I miss my son…” he whispers, curling up in ball, holding tight to you.

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You’re not certain for how long you’ve been dozing off, but the loud knock in the door startles you.

“Boss, they found something!”

The Joker lifts his head up from your lap, rubbing his eyes:

“They did?!”

“Yes, they found the location!”

You both jump out of bed so fast you almost knock everything over on the nightstand. You run to the living room and one of the hackers gets up from his chair so you can see the computer screen better.

“Here!” he pinpoints the red mark on Gotham’s map. “The call came from this spot!”

“Are you sure?” J inquires, staring at the highlighted area.

“Yes, we’re sure. 100% sure.”
“It’s outside Gotham, on the north side. That area has been abandoned for years,” the Joker mutters, puzzled at the discovery.

“My God, do you think our son has been so close the entire time?!” you whimper, a few tears streaming down your face without you noticing.

“I don’t know, Princess, but we’re going in! Hey, Frost! Get everyone ready, gear up! We will search the place for Kase!”

“Yes sir, on it!”

“FAST!!!” J yells, heading towards the basement where you keep your arsenal.

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You keep on loading guns and check on the grenades, bullets and knives in the back of the van, while the 20 truck convoy follows yours, your men getting ready too. You never feel nervous before a mission, but now it’s different; the whole situation is less than ordinary. The thought of your son being alive gives you such a hype your hands are actually shaking when you pull the safety off your pistol. The Joker steadies your grip, firmly holding your fingers on the trigger with his. You don’t even look at each other or speak anymore, both eager to get to the place and start searching for your son.

Once you are finally there, J orders everyone to spread around and search all the buildings. Frost is going on a different direction than yours and you have to remind him what to do in case of emergency:

If it comes to it and we contact you, make the call.”
“Are you… sure?” Jonny gulps, not really wanting to do what you ask of him.

You and the Joker exchange sorrowful looks but you know at that point it will be no turning back.

“We’re sure, just make the call. OK?…” you sigh, starting to walk faster with your group.

Frost nods a yes as he turns and follows his own men heading towards the first blocks.

***You’ve been looking around for about 15 minutes when you suddenly hear gunshots and explosions ahead. Your group takes cover behind a wall, cautiously watching the commotion. You come out of the hideout when you realize those are your henchmen walking towards you now, pushing around 5 guys they probably caught sneaking around.

“On your knees!” Jax screams, kicking them in the back as they fall to the ground. “These bastards opened fire and we triggered some explosives when we walked by that condo”, he points ahead from where they came from.” We lost 2 men. The place might be rigged with more traps and more armed assholes. I already alerted the others.”

Your heart beats so fast it makes you lightheaded. They wouldn’t be doing this if they weren’t trying to hide something. You take out your knife and go to the first prisoner on the left, plunging the blade in his shoulder as he yells in pain.

“WHERE.IS.MY.SON?” You ask through your clenched teeth, digging deeper in his flesh.

“I- I don’t know, I- I don’t know who your son is, lady,” he whines, struggling to catch his breath. You take out the knife and stab his other shoulder.

“WHERE.IS.MY.SON?” you try again, getting in his face when he almost collapses from the pain.

“We don’t know who your son is, you stupid bitch; they don’t tell us who they keep in there!” on of them has the nerve to utter. “ If that’s…” BAM! The Joker shoots him in the head, panting:
“Anybody else that wants to address my Queen like that?!” he shouts, crazed by anger. The other guys just stare at the pavement, shaking.

You wipe the blood splattered on your cheeks, remove the blade from the guy that fainted and move to the next victim:

“WHERE. THE. HELL. IS. MY. SON????” you sniffle, cutting into his leg.

“Go to hell, whore!” he mutters, holding in the loud cry you were expecting to hear.

The Joker pulls the trigger again and his body thuds to the side. This time you don’t bother cleaning the blood because it mostly got on your clothes.

“Do you all want to die here?” J inquires, cracking his neck. “I have no problem with that!”

“Ummm-aaaa…”one tries to speak, lifting his gaze up. “We have someone in the blue building half a mile from here. H-he’s in the basement… a-ummm   a young man, I don’t know if h-he’s your son or not,“ the guy stammers, scared for his life.

You take a deep breath, savoring the moment, really hoping it’s Kase. You close your eyes and almost don’t even hear the gunshots that kill the last two prisoners. J’s hand pulls you up on your feet and you finally blink, just glaring at one another.

“I think this is it, baby,” you whisper in his ear, clinging  to his body. “It might be our son.”
“Let’s go then!” he briefly nuzzles in your hair, feeling the adrenaline rushing through his veins like never before. “Let’s get our kid back!”

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New in the Neighborhood - 9

PART 1  -  PART 2  -  PART 3  -  PART 4  -  PART 5 -  PART 6   -  PART 7  -  PART 8  -  PART 10   -  PART 11  -  PART 12

a/n: yo so i got carreid away and this part is super long, i hope you enjoy it shout out to my bro Sayyid and @liveandbreathgeek

Suicide Squad// Captain Boomerang & OFC

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9. Waiting (Digger)

There isn’t much to do in solitary confinement. That’s what it was designed for; to lock you in a small room with yourself. His first time in the hole had been hell, even if it had just been for a day. Afterwards he was always anxious and jittery. He jumped at everyone who looked at him, even the most passing glances. Soon Digger found a way to cope, a way to keep himself distracted from the ever looming, ever growing, demon of self-hatred.

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