happy bat birthday!

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Batgirl

First Appearance Batman (1940-2011) #567 (July 1999) | Created By Kelley Puckett, Scott Peterson, Damion Scott | Name Cassandra Cain | Alias Black Bat, Kasumi, the Nothing, the Orphan

Comics Batgirl (2000-2006), Justice League Elite (2004-2005), Batman and the Outsiders (2007-2011), Batgirl (2008), Red Robin (2009-2011), Batman: Gates of Gotham (2011), Batman and Robin Eternal (2015-2016)

Current Comics Detective Comics: Rebirth

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Of course, he was dangerous in the expected ways: tall, muscled, skilled in weaponry and war. But Cassian was dangerous for another reason entirely. Not the handsome face, but those hazel eyes … They had a way of assessing everything and everyone.

Dangerous, dangrous, dangerous, this male. 

If only for the fact that he made her feel so out of control. That she had no idea what he’d do—what she’d do—if he found her vulnerable for even a moment.

Happy Birthday @pterodactylichexameter!

Fated

Jason Todd x Reader

This is a drabble of sorts that I wrote for @jadedhillon ’s birthday. Happy Birthday hun, I hope you like it, and have a wonderful day!! 💕

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Before he met you, Jason liked to visit his grave on the anniversary of his death. He knew it was morbid, but hell, most things he did these days could be considered morbid to some degree. He liked to just come and sit, perch on his headstone and smoke a cigarette or two; think about what had led to him being where he was, where he would still be if the joker’s work had been a little more permanent.

Before Jason came back, albeit a little older and a lot different than he remembered, Bruce liked to visit his grave on the anniversary of his son’s death. He liked to just come and stand; think about what had happened that led to his son being here in the earth, what he could have done differently to prevent Jason’s death.

Then Jason met you. You, who had been born on the day of his anniversary, albeit many years earlier. You, who brought joy back into a day that had been filled with mourning for so many years.
The last few years you had spent the day together, celebrating both your birth and the miracle of his continued life. Jason would have believed that it was meant to be, if he believed in such concepts.

That morning Jason prepared breakfast for you both, and you ate together in your shared apartment, you laughing at Jason’s quirky gestures of affection (he liked to arrange your food into smiley faces and draw syrup hearts on your pancakes), grateful for simply being alive (and being together).

The afternoon you spent doing something the both of you loved, just enjoying taking a day to enjoy each other’s company. You liked to visit his grave and bring flowers (you were the first to do so) for the young boy who had been robbed of the opportunity to grow up safe and loved as he had so deserved to. Jason never liked to stay long, not anymore. He didn’t like to spend so long in the past, when you gave him so much to look forward to in the future.

The evenings you spent at Wayne Manor, surrounded by laughter and the smiling faces of the people who loved you both. You had brought Jason back to them, and for that they would be forever grateful. Alfred made a cake, and brought it out when you were all sitting around the dining room table after dinner, the candles lit.

This was followed by an awkward and off tune rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’ (bat style), and the batboys digs at each other’s singing voices. Everyone cheered when you blew out the candles, and Jason took your hand and squeezed when you made your wish. Then came the reluctant acceptance of lavish gifts (the perks of dating a Wayne) and watching movies together in the living room. Jason preferred to give you his when you went home; the batboys liked to make fun of his thoughtful gifts. You thought that it was cute.

In the dark of the room, lit only by the flickering of the television screen, you would cuddle up to Jason, both of you content to be together and surrounded by the people that you had come to think of as family. When the clock struck twelve and the others were starting to doze off, you would turn to look into Jason’s eyes, both of you sharing a soft smile. April 28th. A day that a past Jason had not lived to see, but one that you would live together, just like all those that followed for the rest of your lives. And in those moments Jason knew that all of the pain he had gone through had been worth it, because it had led to him meeting you.