so i got to thinking abt rimmy tim because of the new lp and how jeremy said he’s wearing a mask because “You can’t see his face!”
could you fucking imagine when jeremy first introduces his persona of “rimmy tim” and ryan is fucking furious because ryan’s wearing his mask because he’s that wanted and he has paranoia out of the fucking roof and millions of dollars are on his head
and jeremy is only wearing the rimmy tim for shits n giggles
there was one time they were both stuck in an interrogation– ryan with his vagabond mask, jeremy with rimmy. they take off the rimmy mask and jeremy just goes, with the most convinced yelp, “Yo, what the fuck am I doin’ here?! Didn’t you guys just see, Rimmy Tim was right there!! You let him get away!!”
It used to bother you how he would NEVER be on time, and invent stupid excuses when he’d finally arrive. At the beginning of your relationship, you actually almost broke up with him because of that…You thought you just didn’t matter enough to him, and you were not one to play game.
When you were with someone, then there was no one else and you were committed, and it seems that he definitely wasn’t ! When you talked to him about it, he kinda panicked and told you things that no one ever told you (« You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, the only one that keep me sane ! » and such things), his eyes so honest that you could only believe him and…You stayed.
And oh man, you were sure glad you did. You stuck around, even though his tardiness was really getting on your nerve, and it was the best decision you ever took.
Because after three months of relationship, you finally discovered why it seemed to be impossible for him to be on time.
You were walking home late at night, which was a terrible idea when you lived in Gotham, but you got caught up in the school library, working on some important essays you had to give the next day (you and your habit to always wait the last minute to do things…Queen of Procrastination). You had missed the last bus that could get you to your apartment and you knew the night bus was even more dangerous than walking, with all the robberies and drug deal (it was just the perfect place for those stuffs you know ? Always in movements, and there were so few night buses that traffic was easy to keep track of for criminals…And to be warned in advance if the GCPD was around).
So here you were, in the streets of Gotham, very late at night. For some reason, you weren’t really scared. Not because you thought you’d get saved by any members of the « Batfamily » as you liked to call all of those night vigilante lurking around in the city, but because..Well, you were born in Gotham.
And when you were a true gothamite, born and raised, you were used to the latent comes and insecurities of the place. Besides, it was when you where scared that things always got bad. If you walked through the streets, fast but not too much, with a confident pace, you were most likely not gonna get attacked.
Lowlife criminals who attacked people in the street weren’t really tough, they were waiting for a weak prey, so if you looked confident ? Nope.
You were a short woman, but you weren’t afraid, and people who weren’t afraid in Gotham were dangerous. You had walked a thousands times home on your own, at night, and never once did you get attacked.
But there were always exceptions, you guessed…and tonight was one of them.
They jumped you from a side alleyway, and dragged you down into its darkness, muffling your screams with their hands. Oh. They weren’t just any lowlife criminals. They were the worst of them all.
Those weren’t the people that were after your phone, or your wallet. No. Those were the one that wanted something else, that were just disgusting pigs.
You fought like Hell, but they were more powerful than you, and besides, you were largely outnumbered.
Tears appeared down your cheeks when you started to feel their hands on your naked skin, and you closed your eyes…When suddenly, you fell on the ground as they released you.
Were you dead ? No. You could still feel the cold ground of a chilly Autumn night in Gotham…Or maybe that was what the Afterlife was ? Being stuck in the place you died forever ?
You opened one eyed, and then the other, and what you saw…blew your mind.
It was one of the guy that always stuck around Batman. The one that had a black mask over his face, and wicked cool red wings.
And looking at him fight made you feel something strange. His movements looked familiar, as if you knew the dude. But…it was impossible right ?
One of the thing that made Tim fall in love with you, was your quick wit and quick thinking, and as you were watching « Red Robin » fighting those disgusting thugs that attacked you, you slowly came to the realization that…this was your boyfriend.
Could I request some Jason angst? Pretty please? Or rather, angsty please?
Why not? You caught me in the right mood
Jason doesn’t laugh out loud anymore. Laughter has bad associations, so he sort of smiles behind his hand instead. It’s an unconscious thing, and he hasn’t noticed the change. (Have Alfred and Bruce noticed? You betcha. Jason used to laugh a lot when he was little, and the difference is upsetting.)
Similar: Jason used to watch a lot of old TV reruns with Alfred, but now the laugh tracks make him edgy, and he can’t sit through more than a few minutes.
During the years where Jason was dead, Bruce ritualized a lot of the stuff he and Jason used to do together, and even though Jason’s back now, he’s still keeping up the schedule. That means that Jason can’t do stuff like go to his favorite restaurant on his birthday without running into Bruce. He doesn’t want to run into Bruce. He doesn’t go to his favorite restaurants anymore.
Canonically speaking, when Bruce adopted Tim, it was all over the newspapers. That was a year after Under the Red Hood, so Jason must have seen it, and I’m guessing that wasn’t fun for him.
It’s one thing to lose the role of Robin, but it’s also important to remember that Bruce was Jason’s dad, in the eyes of the law and the family. If it was hard to hear that Tim replaced him as Robin, I imagine that Tim becoming Bruce’s son was full-on soul crushing :)
Requested: Yes Request:
Could you do something where Damian has been childhood sweethearts with the reader since like middle school and he doesn’t tell his brothers, and one day him and the reader are making out and the brothers walk in and are really confused and like, “WHAT?!” +
Damian invites reader over to help her with her math homework, she gets so happy after getting a problem right she tackles damian in a kiss, Tim walks in at the wrong time, Tim sprints outta the room yelling and Damian cHASES him down embarassd,
Summary: The family finds out that Damian has been dating someone for a while and hasn’t told them. Word count: 500 Warning(s): none
You and Damian had been together since the early days of middle school, in secret of course. You were now in high school. His family knew you, they all thought you were friends, you often came to the manor to do homework or get tutored and no one suspected a thing. To think that a group of detectives couldn’t tell was quite funny.
You were at the manor today yet again. You couldn’t understand how to do a couple of math problems so Damian of course, was there to help. Equation after equation, you just couldn’t fully get it. Damian was as calm as ever, explaining again and again, trying to make sure you understand it.
You were doing an equation, your boyfriend calmly observing as you do. Suddenly you jump up, sitting on Damians lap, and kissing his face all over, “Beloved?” He asks in utter shock. “I DID IT!” You yell, taking Damian’s lips into a heated kiss. He wraps his hands around your waist, smiling into the kiss, when his door suddenly opens. “What’s with all the commotion…Oh wow,” Tim says in shock before making a run for it.
Damian quickly sits you on his bed, “Wait here Beloved,” before running after him.”You better come back here, Timothy!” Damian yells. Tim runs into the cave where everyone was working on something, Damian hot on his trail. “Damian and y/n are dating!” Tim yells on the top of his lungs gathering shocked looks from everyone. “SHUT UP!” Damian yells before jumping full force in to Tim, causing them both to topple down onto the floor. The only thing that saved Tim from hitting his jaw, was his quick reflexes to put his hands in front of him.
“Damian! Get off your brother!” Bruce scolds. “Wait, the demon spawn really has a girlfriend?” Jason asks in disbelief. “Y/n was loudly screaming, so I went to check on them and they were full on making out,” Tim says clapping his hands to rid them of the dust from the floor. “And you never told us?” Dick dramatically says, making a ‘woe is me’ pose on his chair. “We’ve been together for years,” Damian huffs, his nose to the sky.
Bruce had been quiet all this time, and Tim was the only one that noticed. “Why aren’t you saying anything Bruce?” He asks the older man. “I knew.” Gasps fill the air. “Damian has been much calmer ever since it started and she started coming over more often, it was obvious.” He explained. The boys didn’t understand how they hadn’t noticed because it truly was obvious.
“Are you going to give him the talk?” Dick asks after a moment of silence with a wide grin, causing Damian to loudly groan and send a glare toward his eldest brother, before coming back to his room to you.
“How did it go?” You ask setting down your phone that you were entertaining yourself with. Damian just rolls his eyes, “Those imbeciles are ridiculous!”
Prompt : It’s like your blood have these gene to fight the Super family. Like, what could possibly go wrong when the Supers go to the Manor?
A/N : Grammar mistakes of course. It’s actually Jason x reader, but meh.
Pairing : Batfam x Reader vs. Superman/ Jon / Supergirl
Warnings: swearing, tiny families differences, fight(? , ends in fluff
You couldn’t believe your eyes, your father, aka, Batman vs Superman were going to beat their shit, again… but this time you knew exactly what happened, you knew it was going to be hilarious one day, but right now, you were scared.
To be honest, you were tired of this, you were tired of their fights, really, they were like 10. Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent could fight over a freaking cookie and turn the world upside down if they wanted, like if they just wanted to fight each other, oh and don’t talk about how your dad’s behavior after those fights, he was like the broken-hearted girl friend who didn’t want to talk to him. At first it amazed you that he was actually the Batman, but now you just wanted to slap their perfect faces.
Rain was soaking your clothes as your hands were holding a wild Damian ready to punch Jon’s face. Seriously God, why did you deserve all of these shit, today?!
Your gaze went straight to Kara in front of you, she was more than pissed, but she was enjoying every minute of this fight. Her hands were holding Jon tighter, you could easily said after seeing the holes under Jon’s shoes. Well, heck. You said to yourself.
“What? You can even hold your tiny mini-me?” Kara said with a smirk when Damian was trying to escape your arms.
“Oh hell you didn’t said that!” You and Damian said in one voice, both of your anger raised and for sure, your father and Clark were in the same page.
Three hours ago
“I don’t get it Bruce, why do I have to stay?!” you told Bruce as you walked behind him through the Manor.
“I can’t hold Damian, but you can” he said not turning around.
“I’m not a nana Bruce… and I know Dick it’s the ultimate babysister here” you told him with a chuckle.
“Y/N. Dick, Tim and Jason are busy, you are the only one around…” he told you while he searched for Alfred.
“Well… that’s not true, what about Cass, Steph and Barbara?” you asked him.
“Y/N he is your brother”
“And I need you this time, that’s it”
“What if I go with Damian to somewhere else while you deal with Super-family”
“You know what happens when I’m alone, with Clark, Y/N”
“So, there’s no other option, we are staying I liked it or not, right?” you told him with a scoff.
“And I think lady Y/N’s detective genes are blooming” Alfred said when he walked inside the room.
“Y/N go for Damian, see you both here in 10, we gotta prepare everything” Bruce said while turning to Alfred.
“Are you kidding me?! Look for Damian it’s like a living ‘Where’s Waldo?’ ” you said with a scoff.
“Tim found him in less than 10 minutes” Bruce said with a raised eyebrow and a smirk, it was your clue to ran in search for Damian, you had to break that record.
“Always works” Bruce said with a chuckle.
“Actually, no one has found Damian in less than 10 minutes” Alfred said with smile.
“She doesn’t have to know that” Bruce said with a tiny laugh.
“Why we have to go?!” Jon and Kara said in one voice as they look at Clark walking around.
“Aren’t you friends with Y/N and Damian?” Clark said with a raised eyebrow.
Both of the looked at each other as they thought for seconds.
“We are friends… for minutes without fighting” Kara said while rolling her eyes.
“Damian always fights dad, he’s my friend… but he always do that” Jon said with a sad smile.
“Well, that makes three of us.. okay look, I need both of you, you know how Bruce and I fight over tiny things, so maybe, if our family is with us, maybe, we can avoid a fight, again” Clark said with a sigh.
“So why you don’t go with Lois?” Kara asked with a raised eyebrow
“She has work to do, but she will be there later” Said Clark with a smile.
“And what are we supposed to do?” Kara asked confused.
“Just, don’t fight, please” Clark said with a pleading face.
“After these, I want a giant ice cream” Jon said with a stern face.
“I agree with Jon, so we want a double giant ice cream” said Kara with a smile.
“Deal, but no fights” Clark said with a smile.
“Is that a plane?”
“Is that a bird?”
“Wait no?! That’s- Oh damn, I really wanted to be another thing, but you guys, are okay… I guess” Damian said after his eyes recognized the super family.
Bruce hit the back of his head with a face that clearly said ‘Damian, shut up’. So you chuckled after Damian’s face ‘You know it’s true, father’. God, you loved your family.
“I thought you were pretty robins, but you are just, flying rats” Jon said with a smirk.
“Jon” Clark said in his dad’s voice.
“What?! you know it’s true, you have said it yourself“ Jon said without thinking and the three of you looked at Clark shocked.
“Good to see you Bruce, shall we start?” Clark said trying to avoid the fight.
You looked at your dad and you saw his clenched jaw. He was trying not to start an argument.
“Yeah, come in” Bruce said trying to stay calm
The super family stepped inside the Major and your eyes locked with Kara’s. You gotta be fucking kidding me, you thought to yourself, of all the people in the world, she came. Your friendship with her was really strange, sometimes you could be best friends and go out laughing and other days you were actual fighting with her, just like your dad. It was strange, just that.
“It’s going to be the longest dinner of our lives” You told Damian after the super family walked in front of you, leaving you with Damian behind.
“Tt, father made a bet with me, sister” Damian told you with a playful smirk.
“oh, really? Today I won one, Tim is going to be pissed” you told him with another smirk.
“Father made a bet with me about the super brat fam” Damian said with a smirk, he knew you pretty well. Little jerk.
“What about it?” you asked him curious while you both start walking behind your guests.
“Don’t punch them” Damian told you with a wide smile, damn. He knew you, and damn, you wanted to won that bet too, but it was actually difficult with Kara here.
“What’s the prize?” You asked Damian, maybe you could break that bet.
“We can have a new pet” He told you with another smile.
“Deal, no punching” you said with a smirk, you couldn’t let this pass, you wanted a pet.
After an hour talking, finally Bruce and Clark were ending, peacefully. Well, in all that full hour many things were said between everyone, stupid things actually, you punched multiple times Damian’s leg when he was about to start a fight with Jon, and it was ridiculous, he wanted to fight the boy because he pet Titus or because he took the last cookie (well, you understand that part, Alfred cookies are a treasure).
In other hand, your father’s and Clark’s jaws were clenched, they might be talking peacefully, but they were more than pissed.
And well, Kara was playing with few sentences around you, and of course Damian kicked you many times under the table to not fight her, she was talking about how good she was, she could lift cars, she could fly, she didn’t need any of your toys to fight. You were more than ready to stab her with the fucking fork, until Bruce looked at you with a Bat glare.
So you tried to stay calm, your hand was clutching the cloth in your hands trying comfort your anger, you looked at Bruce hands and you chuckled, he was doing the same, you looked at Damian and he was doing the same thing, you wanted to laugh, this was a strong game for the Wayne’s.
Who will crack first?
“Well, for the record Bruce, by far this has been a pretty calm evening” said Clark with a smile.
“Are you saying that it’s weird that we stay calm?” Bruce said curious.
No, Dad please stop. You thought as you looked at your father with wide eyes.
“Well, calm isn’t the word that could define a ’Wayne’ ” Kara said as if it meant nothing, how wrong she was, she was reaching the point of no return.
“What word will be the best for a ’Wayne’ then?” you asked her with a raised eyebrow and Damian looked at you the same way you looked at Bruce before.
“Drama Queens” Damian heard Jon said under his breath.
“I’m sorry, what did you said farm boy?” Damian said with a curious look.
“I can be a farm boy, at least I’m not a flying creepy rat” Jon said with a scoff
Oh hell, they were getting there.
“There goes our calm evening” Clark said under his breath.
“Tell me if I’m wrong, but I could swear you are implying that my kids are breaking your 'calm evening’ ” Bruce said with anger in his voice.
“Bruce, I don’t mean that! But now this is nothing but calm!” Clark said with a scoff and both of his eyebrows went high until they reached his hairline.
“For the record Clark, your family was the one who started” Bruce said with a smirk
“Don’t you dare to blame us, Bat” Clark said with a scoff, but you knew he was getting pissed.
“But I dare, because you are in my house Clark, and all night your family had play with mine to get in our nerves” said Bruce with a glare.
“WE never start fights, Bruce” Clark said getting more pissed.
“Oh, really? guess what? your boy dug his grave when he called Damian 'flying rat’ and so far Y/N it’s not less than Kara” Bruce said and you and Damian looked at your father, you were more than proud.
“Really, Bruce? two can play the same game. Your family always fights mine, no matter what, over a cookie or death glare contest! We were here to discuss your problem with the Joker and the Scarecrow! not our families!” Clark said with a glare.
“My problem with those two it’s mine and not yours! we were here to discuss all the villain out there, alien” Bruce said with a smirk because, everyone knew, Clark hated that word.
“You want to fight Joker lover, bring it” Clark said as he raised up.
“Dad no…” you told Bruce before he raised, he looked at you and Damian, you were not going to crack over them.
“What Y/N, do you agree that your father loves the Joker?” Kara said and well, you crack there.
“You know Dad?, do your own business while I make mines” you said and Bruce and you stand up beside him.
“Tt, Sister” Damian told you while his hand grabbed your bicep “We can’t break the bet” he told you under his breath.
“Aren’t you old enough to deal with your own problems, demon?” Jon asked with a chuckle.
“Nevermind, sis” Damian told you as he glared at Jon.
“Master Bruce, I will not stand this again” Alfred said and everyone looked at him “Cleaning the Manor it’s exhausting, deal with your differences outside” He told everyone as he leaved the dinner room.
And so, that’s why you are outside the Manor, trying to hold Damian the longest time you can, you thought that maybe you could chill things, but no, your family has no chill, and more less when these super fam is trying to die.
“Your sister can hold you forever!” Jon said with, literal, red eyes.
“You know what? he’s right” you told Damian and you free him.
In matter of seconds they were fighting each other on the ground, and soon you felt someone grabbing you by your hoodie, you looked at Kara and she had red eyes too.
“It doesn’t surprise me, you can’t fight like a human” you told her with a scoff.
“Let’s fight your way then, but no toys Y/N” she told you and soon her eyes were blue again.
You didn’t gave her time to react, you gave her a punch right in her face, oh she didn’t saw that coming, and it was glorious for you, finally you did what you craved.
“Bring it, Supergirl” you told her with a shitty grin
And it was her sign to start fighting against you. You can’t lie, fighting against someone like her was hard, really hard, this guys doesn’t get tired as a normal people, because of course, they’re not, but you were trying your best to act like them. Your father was right, this was your home, and you will not lose in it.
One hour of punching, kicking and screaming and still you were on your feet. Blood was coming from your lip, eyebrows, hairline and nose, you had some bruises and your body grew tired every passing second, but looking at Kara made you feel better, you really did a great job, I mean, she could be all fresh with some dust in her hair, but you really had an actual fight with her. Damian and Bruce were doing their best too, what could you say? you have been all your life training and -
“What the fuck is happening?!” you heard Dick’s voice and you turned around.
You shouldn’t had done that, never give your back to your enemy. Kara launched herself to you, pinning you down and holy fuck, you must have pissed her off, because she was ready to make a big hole in your head.
Someone took her away from you, Dick of course and he tried to calm her, you sit on the ground, but seconds after you felt someone carrying you inside the Manor, but you didn’t fight any longer, you were tired, your were bleeding, you knew you were in Jason’s arms so, why fight?
Your eyes looked at Tim trying to hold Damian while the Super boy (that Jackass, but other story for another time), trying to pull Jon away from Damian. It was pretty funny when you thought about it. Then your gaze drifted to your father, he was being pulled away by Alfred while Lois was trying to calm Clark.
“Care to explain?” Jason told you after he settle you on the couch, he went from some First Aid kit and return to clean your wounds.
“Hello my love, good to see you too… really need an explanation? We always fight” you told him with a chuckle.
“I know the fighting thing, but this time you all came too far” Jason told you before he started stitching up your eyebrow. “For the record, I love you too” he told you with a smile.
“Drake! Put me down!” you heard Damian’s voice coming closer.
Tim placed Damian beside you and you chuckled when you saw him, he had the deepest frown on his face, he was way too cute when he was mad.
“Who won?” you asked your brother with a half smile, Jason was still patching your wounds so you tried not to groan at the pain.
“You really need an answer, Sis? I always- ”
“That’s enough! We leave you for hours. HOURS and you already did a freaking war in the backyard! What’s wrong with you!?” Dick said walking inside the room.
You looked at Damian and you felt a little bad, you really made a chaos in hours just because some stupid words.
“Alfred I don’t need more scolding!” you heard your father’s voice.
Everyone looked at the door, Alfred came in, holding Bruce by his ear (you live for this moments), he placed Bruce beside Damian. The three of you were a bloody mess, Jason gave you a kiss on your forehead before he got up. Tim, Dick, Alfred and Jason were looking at the three family members on the couch.
“Master Bruce. I know you tend to fight with Mr. Kent, but this time you ALL went too far.” he said with with a tired voice. “it is your home, but they are your guest, sir. You can’t treat them like that. Clean up and apologize to them” Alfred said.
There wasn’t a single force on Earth that could fight Alfred, he was always right and so you all felt more guilty. You thought about your actions and you felt more and more bad with yourself, you really need it to apologize to the Supers.
Jason helped with your wounds while Dick helped Damian. Tim was with Bruce. Alfred went outside the room, he was going to apologize to the Clark’s family, but he stopped himself when he heard Lois doing that job.
Minutes later the three of you came out from the room, 'cleaner’ than before. And you looked at the family in front of you. You wanted to make a winning-dance, when you saw Kara’s face but you hold it, this wasn’t the time.
“I want to apologize for our behavior, Clark. We went too far” Bruce said and he looked at you and Damian, like 'Help me here, Batman never do apologies’
“You might be in our home, but that doesn’t give us the right to treat you like, well, like we did back there” You told them with a half smile.
You looked at your side, Damian was still not having any of these shit, so you nudged him with your elbow.
“Yeah, we are sorry, okay? we truly apologize” He told them with a serious tone, you were amazed by that, to be honest.
“Hey, we are in the same ground here, we didn’t have the right to said all those things or to get in your nerves” Clark said and Lois smiled at his husband.
Minutes passed from apologies and some few chats between the families. But they realized it was time to leave. The Bat family arrived to the room as Alfred said few scolding but ending with a speech about how proud he was with the ending of the troubles. Jason tangled his hand with yours as he kissed your temple.
“So, next time you are going to fight her?” Jason told you with a chuckle
“Well, I don’t know, I hope I do, it’s a really good chance to train” you told him with another chuckle.
“Well, as long as you don’t get close to that brat Super Boy, I’m fine with that” Jason told you with a smile.
“Jealous much, Todd?” you asked him with a smirk
“Me? I’m never jealous” he said with a scoff
“Tt so you don’t care I gave Y/N’s number to Jon? That Super Boy asked him for it” Damian said while sitting beside you.
“You did what, demon?!” Jason said with eyes wide open.
“What? you said you weren’t jealous” Damian said with a smirk, he leaned his head in your shoulder and you smiled.
“Please! Don’t fight right now! I really want to watch this show!” said Tim when he placed himself beside Jason.
“The only show you will see is how I kick the Demon’s ass” Jason said with a hiss.
“Touch him and you will regret it, Todd” you told him with a playful glare.
“How are the two of you so damn close?” Dick said when he returned with his 'Batman- Lego’ pijamas. He made a gesture to Damian to move so he could sit beside him.
“She’s my sister, Grayson” Damian said with a glare.
“We are your brothers, Damian” Dick said with a smile.
“Whatever! Don’t fight and everyone shut up now!” Tim said having enough of his family.
After all, it was the monthly sleep over for the Bat Family, you were all together watching (Y/F/TVS), nothing in the world could take this away from you. Soon, you and Damian felt asleep, you were more than tired, you don’t know how many time passed, but the only thing you knew was that now, you were in Jason’s arms, warm and safe.
It’s more like he’s got this thing for Tim and Tim’s always loitering by the art rooms because of Steph, and one day it’s like WAY too obvious that Jason’s hangin’ around just to watch Tim chillin’ and so when Tim walks out Jason grabs the nearest thing to him and it’s a sketchpad.
Tim eyes him. Then he’s like, “Ah, okay, sure,” and goes straight back into the art room and plops onto the stool to model, and sighs and says, “It’s ‘cause you see Steph using me all the time, right?”
Jason can’t risk showing his cards, so he’s thinking, valhalla, it’s a great day to die and freaking pretends Tim’s right, and spends over an hour hunched over the sketchpad, sweat beading his brow, chewing at his lip, nostrils flaring; and when Tim finally gets up and walks over, all Jason’s got is a stick figure.
Jason thinks, Welp. This was definitely one of your dumber ideas.
BUT TIM, bless his soul, still hasn’t figured Jason out. When he sees Jason’s dejected sigh, he assumes it’s Jason being disappointed in his work.
“I, uh, really like how you did the hair,” Tim says.
Jason’s like, oh god. “I can’t,” he states because literally, he cannot continue this ruse. His pride is a delicate thing and his stick figure is fucking side-eyeing him into oblivion.
“You can’t give up on your dreams.” Tim’s lower lip quivers.
“No, I mean,” Jason tries honesty out for the first time in his high school life. “I legitimately only came here for you, so-”
“Then we can meet up more often!” Tim says, very seriously. His eyes do the anime thing, where they wibble and gloss over, and that’s how Jason knows how serious he actually is. “The more you practice, the better you’ll hone your style!”
Jason blinks, owlishly. “Wait. What?”
Tim says, “I was offering to model for you? After classes? I mean, it’s super flattering that you wanted to draw me…?”
And that’s how Jason walks into the biggest lie of his seventeen years of existence.
They meet Mondays. They meet Wednesdays. Sometimes Tim waves at lunch and Jason runs into trash cans because he’s not paying attention to where he’s going.
After a while, Roy discovers the sketchbook. “Christ, my guy. Why’s he got three eyes?”
“Because I couldn’t figure out where-” Jason tries, only to give up moments later. “Ugh, just give it back.”
“Does he really have twelve abs?”
“Roy. I swear to-”
“Okay, okay,” Roy leans forward. His lips curl deviously. “Jay-Jay,” he hums. “My man.”
Roy poses, sprawling himself across the cafeteria table. “Draw me like one of your creepy stick figures.”
Jason chucks a pencil at him.
Obviously, one day,Jason will be forced to come clean.
Tim will have…a look. An unexpected look, as Jason fumbles through trying to explain why the hell he went along with it for so long (three weeks, two days, to be exact).
Tim will say, “Well…I kinda guessed?”
“You…you knew?” Jason is aghast. Offended. His palm splays across his chest, where he feels his heart go hahahayou’re an idiot against his ribs. “You knew and you didn’t tell me?”
Tim opens his mouth. Pauses. Purses his lips.
Jason throws his hands to the sky. He wants to ask why, but it looks like it’s going to rain, and if he asks “why” and it rains, he’ll definitely think some higher power is getting a kick out of ruining his life.
Instead, he squints his eyes, squares a look at Tim, rips his sketchbook open, and shoves it towards Tim as if to say look at this. LOOK AT WHAT YOU MADE ME DO.
“I’ve been drawing fucking cryptids for WEEKS!” Jason yells.
Tim asks, “Do I really have twelve abs?” as he slowly pulls up the bottom of his shirt, like he wants to check.
Jason’s slack expression indicates he’s given up. “Yeah.” he states. “They look great with your third eye.”
It starts to rain. The splatter on cars sounds a lot like laughter.
Tim seems unaffected, all dew-dropped and sun-kissed as he tries another tactic. “Do I have a boyfriend?”
When Jason mumbles, it sounds an awful lot like a “Yes.”
Alive - Bruce Wayne x Reader (Smut so obviously NSFW)
Summary : The Batman died months ago…Or, did he ?
I decided to indulge some of you who keep asking for more Bruce smut so…here’s more Bruce smut. With feelings though because I HATE writing things without any emotions. I’m not into just the filthy smut with no story..and now I surely hope that I was able to write emotions/feelings properly up. NSFW so if you’re not comfortable with those things DO NOT READ ! I’ve got plenty of stories that are totally not NSFW you can check out instead (link to my masterlist down below). Hope you’ll like it :
That was it, you had tipped over the edge of madness.
You were definitely and irreversibly crazy. After months of
grief and pain, it finally happened.
Because he couldn’t be there. You had wished for
months and months for him to be by your side, and now, your own mind
was playing trick on you. Because he could. Not. Be. There. No.
And yet…Yet why weren’t you the only one reacting
to his sudden appearance ?
Your children gasped, and Alfred made
a loud sound of surprise.
And why were Diana and Clark by his side ?
If it was an hallucination, why would you see them with him ? Why would you hallucinate them too ? Especially since you still hadn’t forgive them for what they did…
Your oldest is the first one to launch himself
towards him, and your boy’s body make a sound as he hits his
father’s. A very real sound…You’re confused.
Ho…how ? Bruce’s arms wrap around his
son and…he does seem real.
For a second, you think maybe it’s a dream. One of
many you had ever since Bruce’s death. Because this is all too good to
Because this is impossible. Because…Because you saw him
The memory of this awful moments comes flooding to
You saw him died. Or rather, you saw him being
swarmed by monsters on Apokolips. It was the same thing really. There
was absolutely no chance he survived that day. Even less chances he
survived that long. The many months.
It was all so blurry, your own mind shielding you from the trauma of loosing the love of your life. You couldn’t remember everything in details.
Him having to stay behind to disarm a weapon that would wipe all life in the universe. Being the only one who could do it.
Him begging Diana and Clark to drag you to safety,
because he knew you would never leave him willingly…And, trying as
best they could to ignore your screams of despair, they did get you safe and sound.
It was the least they could do. They owed him that much. After all, he was sacrificing himself for the greater good. And though it cost them a lot to leave their best friends behind…They knew they weren’t any other solutions.
If even the Batman, even the man that had a plan for everything, from A to Z, said : “this is our only chance”…then it was the only way.
And as the portal to Apokolips was closing, and you were safe back in the Watchtower, the last vision you had of him was his smile to you. Him mouthing “I will always love you”, before a wave of creatures buried him under them.
Your supplication to open the portal again broke all your friends from the League’s heart. And when J’onn told you it wasn’t possible, that Bruce made sure the entire thing would fry when the mission was done (for safety, so that they wouldn’t bring any of the nightmarish beasts that lived on Apokolips back with them), you lost your cool. Your lost all control.
Your screams of pain still haunt them at night.
They had to give you a sedative. And against their will, called your sons to pick you up. They had to tell them…And it’s with a broken and heavy heart that they brought you back home. Took care of you as you always did for them. Because you needed them. You needed their love. Their support. And they needed you.
One of the central pillar that was holding this family was no more.
You and Bruce hardly ever hosted parties at the manor, but when you did, thousands of millionaires and billionaires alike lined up to get an invitation.
Tonight was one of those rare nights.
Before meeting Bruce, you were far from being social. But after years of being with him, you learned to adapt to being the life of the party. It was what was expected from Bruce Wayne’s wife, after all.
Normally you wouldn’t give a damn about what anybody thought, but these parties and gatherings were very important.
To be completely honest, if it wasn’t for your husband’s hunger for justice, you wouldn’t even have to interact with all these stuck up people. The perfume of the women you had to surround yourself with was too much for your nose to handle and it took everything in you not to faint.
“Have you heard about what happened with the Lowes?” Delilah Windsor said, ‘whispering’ to the three women (including you) around her.
You immediately resisted the urge to roll your eyes while shaking your head. These types of conversations made you want to throw up.
“Apparently, while Joseph was in China, Ruby was having an affair with the gardener.” Delilah eagerly told, and the other two women around you gasped dramatically.
“Why is it always with the gardener?” Elizabeth said, shaking her head with amusement clear in her brown eyes.
“Because they’re always so good looking!” Julia responded as though the answer was obvious. “Well, the ones we hire, anyways.”
They bursted out into giggles and you forced yourself to laugh along with them.
‘I have to get out of here,’ you thought to yourself before opening your mouth to make an excuse. “Well, it was nice to speak with you all, but -”
“Janet Drake, is that you?” Delilah, the most annoying out of them, exclaimed loudly. She stared at the woman with an irritating smirk, “How’s motherhood going for you?”
You turned your head to look in the same direction as her and saw the familiar face of Jack Drake’s wife.
The false smile on your lips was replaced with a genuine one at the sight of a small boy in her arms. He couldn’t have been any older than two but by his body language, you knew that he was smarter than your average toddler.
You internally chuckled at the boredom written all over his lovable face. ‘Me too, kid, me too.’
“Hello, Delilah,” Janet greeted, “and Liz, and Julia.” Her eyes paused on you and her previous smile faltered. “Y/N Wayne? Why, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
You tipped your head, “And you as well.” Not wanting to continue talking about ‘hot’ gardeners, you shifted the attention to the child. “And who may this be?”
Janet looked down at her son, “Tim,” she called to get his attention. The bored boy glanced up and made eye contact with you. You smiled warmly, but he merely just blinked and narrowed his eyes curiously. “Don’t be rude and say hello.”
“Hi,” Tim whispered, barely loud enough for anyone to hear.
“Aren’t you just adorable!” Julia squealed and both you and Tim winced at the sound.
You chuckled. He was already growing on you.
“Mom, can we go outside?” Tim asked, “It’s too stuffy in here.”
Janet sighed in annoyance, “We just got here, Tim.”
“I can take him,” You suggested, half worried about the boy and half wanting to get out of whatever conversation Delilah would start. “Children don’t really like these kinds of things.”
Tim grinned happily while Janet frowned disapprovingly, “We don’t want to be a bother.”
‘You won’t be,” You dismissed, using your ‘I’m richer than you’ voice that usually got people to back down. “I can even show him around the manor to keep him busy.”
“Are you sure your husband won’t mind?” She asked and you mentally groaned.
“He never minds people touring our home.”
“Please, mom!” Tim begged, staring at her pleadingly.
“Oh, just let him go, Janet.” Delilah scoffed, rolling her eyes with a scowl. “You’ll be able to have some fun with him gone.”
Janet bit her lips before sighing in defeat, “Fine.” She said, staring at you with hidden distaste.
Tim’s eyes lit up and he reached his arms out towards you. Janet reluctantly handed him over.
Straightaway, Tim leaned close to your right ear and whispered “Can we please go now?”
You bit back a chuckle and nodded.
“Enjoy your night,” You told the four women in a painfully sweet tone, “if you need anything, Bruce is just over there.” You nodded over to your husband who was busy talking with some businessman from Central City.
With that, you walked away from the large crowd of people while carrying a grinning Tim Drake.
You had no idea, however, that in years to come, the boy in your arms would become your third adoptive son.
Tim places his computer to the side, but keeps the documents he’s pulled up to the front because there’s some copying to be done. He opens his binder that’s thickened by papers, reports, newspaper clippings that he’s cut out for detective work. He gathers the papers and books and the sticky notes and the cds and stacks them. Not only by height, color and width, but also type, collection and organization of data inside and then refined by date added and modified. It’s delicate work and honestly, he’d rather not be interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps, Dick telling Damian goodnight, the jingle of Titus’s collar as he runs in and out of bedrooms nervously.
Or the blur before his eyes because he’s so tired.
Or the light streaming into his room and the slow rumble of Bruce’s voice.
“Lights out, kiddo.”
Tim blinks. Yeah, it is 2:45 in the morning so it’s pretty insane to be up now for normal people. But. Work.
So he reaches out across his desk and switches off the desk lamp. “Yes, sir. Copy that, sir.”
A/N - Last story of the night as my phone is having problems sorry! - Batboys telling their s/o’s they’re identities but they already know.
Bruce grinned as he watched your stunned expression gaze up at the Batsuit
“I don’t believe it.” You muttered as you looked over at your expression.
“You’re the Dark Knight?”
“You know I can tell when you’re lying.” He shook his head.
“Bruce. I don’t know what you’re talking about. But you’ll need to show me.”
“Show you?” He raised his eyebrow amused
“Yes, so get into the suit” you winked at him
“You might want to go wait in the bedroom.” He said huskily in your ear.“The boys will be swinging in here any minute.”
“Okay, open your eyes.” Tim said nervously standing infront of you.
“Red Robin!” You grinned “Quickly get out before my boyfriend finds you in here!”
“Y/N. It’s me.” Tim groaned
“Oh Red Robin are you trying to seduce me?” You said and you could almost see the lightbulb flick above his head.
“You knew didn’t you?”
“Babe. You hit on me when you were in costume, and don’t forget the time you left your feathers all over the floor.”
“Oh shit - I thought I picked them all up.”
“Come here.” You grinned at him
“Babe..” Dick whispered while cuddling you.
“I need to tell you something.”
“Dick it’s 4am, please don’t tell me that we’re out of cereal. “
“It’s serious Y/N and I need to tell you.”
“Whats up?” You looked at him and stroked his face
“I’m Nightwing.” He said “I know it sounds crazy and I can show you but I can’t sleep knowing that I’m still hiding this from you.” he rambled
“Babe, I know.”
“Sweetie, you remember like a few months ago? You thought I was sleeping and you were trying to make a theme song for Nightwing? Well there was that and I found your suit stuffed in the couch cushions when I was looking for a tip for the pizza.”
“Damnit.” He said covering his face in his hands.
“Also you forget I get to see that ass everyday, you would expect me to recognise it in spandex.”
“I love you.” He grinned as you fell back onto your pillow.
“I love you too.”
Jason grinned over at you under his mask. You grinned back at him and feigned shock
“Oh no, it’s the Red Hood!”
“So you’re fine with this?”
“Baby, I knew the minute I saw you in action, the way you yelled at the asshole. Mmm.” You grinned.
“Plus it totally gave it away that your boyfriend was with you calling you Jaybird.” You winked at him.
“Oh you heard him?” You heard him cringe and you stroked his helmet.
“Are you sure you still want to be with me?” He continued in a serious tone.
“Of course Jason. I love you.”
“I love you too babe.”
Damian walked up to you and wrapped his arms around you as you read your book.
“I need to show you something.”
“What’s wrong Damian?” You asked as you placed your bookmark in place and looked at him
He expected you to freak out or gasp or something and frowned when you did no such thing.
“You’re not surprised?”
“I figured you would tell me when you’re ready.” you kissed him and pulled him into the next to you.
“I shouldn’t of underestimated your intelligence.” He grinned
“Yeah that was your first mistake.” You winked at him.