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Dating Bruce Wayne Would Include

(Btw I am using the Batman v Superman Bruce Wayne, y’all)

  • Not being entirely sure as to how it all even happened
    • On the off-chance that you’re one of Gotham’s minimal elite, you probably met Bruce at a charity gala and, for some reason beyond your comprehension, he picked you out of the other well-dressed women
    • In the higher likelihood that you don’t come from an affluent family, there’s a multitude of possibilities as to where you met: Maybe you were at a gala working as part of the catering company and he accidentally spilled red wine on you. Maybe you worked as an intern or temp or had a desk job somewhere in the Wayne Enterprise building in Gotham. Or maybe he just saw some assholes giving you a rough time and he stepped in and then offered to walk you home.

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I find it endlessly fascinating that Bruce Wayne, known in DC as the crabbiest, grumpiest, darkest character is (when written well) a very open and sympathetic person who mentors and parents a large number of children. Meanwhile, Clark Kent, the eternal boy scout who is cheery and kind and wonderful has a known history of being uncomfortable and even rude children who look to him as a mentor. I love that dichotomy and, more importantly, I love how such paradoxes actually really suit their characters.

Because the best way to Bruce Wayne is damaged, every single action he has taken is a result of grief and guilt and an inability to move past his tragedy. He acknowledges he is not normal, that he can’t think or feel in a normal, healthy capacity so he uses his trauma to help himself heal and maybe even better his city while he’s at it. But likewise, he understands sorrow and tragedy in others and is very empathetic to the plights of children in similar situations. He is dark and not very good with emotion but he does understand what grief can do to a person and when he sees children suffering, his big heart compels him to help out in anyway he can. He’s not always the best at it and a lot of times he becomes nervous over how attached he becomes to his children/partners and tries to distance himself. But that doesn’t change the fact that his initial reaction to sadness is to try and prevent them from going through what he did because he understands and is honestly upset by their plight.

Clark, on the other hand, had a picturesque Norman Rockwell childhood just with the occasional freak-outs about his ancestry and troubles with his powers. But having grown up in such an idyllic place where he didn’t have to suffer too much and had very open and accepting parents, he becomes a bit sheltered. Ma and Pa (rightfully so) tell Clark that his life is his own and he is entitled to his own happiness. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, but I’ve seen people that go through their whole lives without conflict who react poorly when faced with change they were not prepared for. Superman is, of course, kind and generous and loving because he’s a genuinely good person and 9/10 his kindness doesn’t affect him and how he views his life. So when Kon comes along and even people talk about discovering Captain Marvel’s civilian identity, Clark responds negatively or at least, not in the open manner we would expect.

Because Clark is still caught up with his own life and his own desires that the thought of changing that up for these children just doesn’t occur to him. You can call it selfishness, cause it is, but it’s also human nature which is fascinating coming from an alien immigrant. Plus I imagine Clark has some rather traditional values having grown up in rural Kansas, he could barely handling finding out he was an alien much less properly deal with a sassy teenage clone of himself via Lex Luthor and a magic boy who can transform into an adult. I can see Clark being, well, a bit freaked out by all that. But this is a pattern we see over and over again with Clark dealing with children. He fares much better when a) he chose to have this child enter his life and isn’t feeling like he’s being forced and b) the child was younger and acquired through more normal means.

Now this isn’t a criticism on Clark, in fact, while I may curse about his treatment of Superboy and cry over the fact that he didn’t adopt Billy straight away, I love this complexity. I don’t like it when my characters are perfect, when they always do the right the thing and behave in a blameless matter all the time. It’s boring frankly. But I like seeing consistent character traits, good or bad that make sense when it comes to their behavior and actions. Like, I can easily see why the Dark Knight is a good father figure while the Man of Steel, the golden boy, is awkward and unhappy with these children in his life. Of course we see that Bruce fucks up with his kids as much as he helps them and Clark gets over his pettiness and learns to be a better mentor but we still have these initial reactions which say a lot about their feelings. DC is capable of building these interesting, complex characters and they never utilize them. They think making everything dark and grim makes things more interesting but really, if they just extrapolate the wealth of development and character they’ve already built, they could satisfy at least this reader a lot more.

Supermom: Part 1

Prompt: Supermom, kind of like batmom, but with Clark Kent, and meeting superboy for the first time.

AN: I want to make it clear that this is not the same AU as YJ Batmom. This is completely separate! There will be one more part after this and then it’s done!

Words: 861

          “Why does everyone want to clone you? I mean I love you, I really do, and you’re wonderful, but I don’t see a need to clone you.”

          Clark doesn’t look at you, his gaze stays focused on the door. You sigh and plop down beside him on the couch before, climbing into his lap. He doesn’t snap out of it until you kiss him. Your lips meet his, and suddenly his arms are wrapped around you. When you pull back you smile and say, “And so sleeping beauty awakens.”

          He gives a small smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, “I suppose I have been a bit out of it.”

          “If I had been Lex Luthor, you’d be dead right now.” He gives another small smile. “I get that you’re freaked out Clark, that you’re not really sure what to do, but pushing this boy away isn’t the answer. Think back to when you were first discovering your powers, wouldn’t it have been nice to have someone to help?

          He shifts slightly so that you move from his lap, and then he’s pacing. “You sound like Bruce.”

          You roll your eyes, “Yes, well, he is my brother, we share a good bit of DNA, and I’ve found that every once in awhile, we share a thought or two.”

          He lets out a small frustrated sound, “I’m just not ready to deal with this, why can’t you understand that?”

          “Because there’s a boy out there who is confused and probably really scared, and I’m not in favor of having emotionally unstable superheroes.”

          “Are you sure this doesn’t have something to do with what the doctor said?”

          You feel the blood drain out of your face at those words. You bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from saying something you’ll regret. Without a word you move from the couch and towards the door.

          Clark sighs, “Y/N, I didn’t mean it,” but when he reaches for you, you pull away.

          Without another word you walk out the door. You find yourself at the Wayne Enterprises building almost by magic. You don’t remember the walk there; you only remember your thoughts. In fact, you don’t even realize you’re there until Bruce’s arm wraps around you, and he starts guiding you to his office.

          There’s a long moment of silence before you say, “I want to meet him.”

          Bruce raises an eyebrow at that, “And how does Clark feel about that?”

          “I really don’t give two figs about Clark’s feelings right now. He’s acting like a spoilt child. That kid needs someone, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to leave him alone Bruce.”

          You walk into the mountain a few hours later. There’s a mask covering your eyes, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel a little silly. You watch from beside Bruce as Dinah and Superboy train. When they’re done the room empties almost like magic.

          “Who are you?” You smile at the bluntness.

          You smile and hold out your hand “My name’s Y/N. I’m married to the man you know as Superman. I also refer to him as a toddler because he’s been acting like a child since you’ve come around.” The boy’s hand goes limp in yours. You take a deep breath and ask, “Do you mind if we talk?”

          He nods, “Of course.”  

          You take a seat on the sofa, you twist your hands in your lap. “Superman, sometimes has a hard time dealing with things. He’s always been on the outside of things, and when he meets someone like him, he doesn’t always deal with it well. Usually, I’m able to talk some sense into him, but like his mother says he’s as stubborn as that damn mule who kept trying to kick him.”

          He smiles a bit, and you smile back, “Anyways, he’ll come around eventually. But in the meantime, I wanted to give you this.” You hand him a small piece of paper, “This is my card, if you need anything, or have any questions, don’t hesitate to call, text, email, or even fax.”

          He nods, “Thank you for this.”

          You nod and stand to leave, when he grabs your arm. He looks you in the eye and asks, “Does he hate me?”

          Your heart breaks in that moment, and you sink back onto the couch. You wrap your arms around him, “No hun, he doesn’t. He’s just scared.”

          “Superman, scared?”

          You smile and say, “It happens to the best of us.”

          You end up staying with Superboy for several hours, until it gets dark at the very least. When it comes time to leave, you don’t type in the coordinates for Metropolis.

          The surprise on your brother’s face says it all when you step through the Zeta Tube. He’s dressed in his gear, and ready to go out, but he seems to forget all about it with one look on his face. He just opens his arms and you walk into them. You just ask, “Do you mind if I stay here for a few days?”

          He kisses the top of your head and says, “It’s your home too.”

I’m not crying (Damian Wayne imagine)

Requested: Yes
Request:  How about where Reader’s eyes will sometimes get watery for no reason, you know the feeling eyes stinging slight and you blink which causes your eyes to get watery like you’ll cry, but for Reader, this causes a tear or two to slip a lot of the times when this happens and Damian catches them when some tears slip now they have to explain to Damian that they aren’t sad and this happens on a regular basis.
Summary: Damian mistakes your teary eyes for crying.
Word count: 464
Warning(s): Fluff

You had just put on all your makeup and you were running to the Wayne enterprise building to meet up with your boyfriend Damian, you were already practically late. The wind outside, and the fact that you had to hold your eyes open for an extended period of time to do your makeup had made the teary eye appear once again, but you didn’t want to stop to deal with it.

You were trying to get rid of your tears, taking some of the water away with your tissue, so you wouldn’t have a wet stripe running down your cheek and for some time it actually worked. 

Hi, Dami,” You said, slipping your arms around his waist, he tenses for a moment before turning around,”Beloved,” He smiles, kissing you, before you two walk hand in hand toward the park.

Ice cream?” He asks, in front of a small local ice cream shop, you smile and nod. As he goes inside, you sit on the bench in front, trying to dry your eye again.

He brought you a cone of your absolute favorite ice cream before intertwining your fingers once more and making your way to the park finally.

You were in the middle of the park, when you blinked, and a small stream of water slid down your cheek. “Dammit,” You say, trying to pat it dry. Damian looking at you quickly turned your head with his fingers, gently. “Beloved, what’s wrong? Did i say something? Did something happen?” He asks, his green eyes full of undeniable concern. You look at him confused, before realizing what made this appear.

Ohh, Dami, I’m not crying,” You chuckle, causing him to scrunch his eyebrow, “But you are,” He gestures at the water on your face. “Oh no, It happens all the time, don’t worry about it,” You say, laying a soft kiss on his lips, but it still didn’t seem to convince him.

My eyes just get all watery sometimes, it doesn’t mean I’m crying.” You smile, he seems to think for a moment, before smiling brightly. “And here I was, thinking I had made some horrible  mistake that will make me lose you, beloved” He says, kissing the wet spot on your cheek, your foundation rubbing off on him slightly.

As he pull out, there was just a splotch of makeup on his chin, lips and nose, causing you to laugh. “What is is?” He asks, quirking an eyebrow with an amused smile. “My makeup’s all over you,” You tell him, smashing his face with your hands, trying to rub it all off, his face making all kinds of weird faces that makes you laugh even harder.

Well I’m glad my face amuses you, beloved,” He smiles, before taking your hand and continuing the walk.


With love,

Secret’s Out

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reder

warnings: Angst

“Y/N, honey please let me explain”

“Shut it Jason I don’t want to hear more lies” Jason tries to reason with you but you wouldn’t have it, not after everything that has happened between the two of you. You meet Jason two years ago, it was a dark night and you were finally going home after a late shift at work, you didn’t usually take the late shifts but it was a favor to a friend……. It can be said that it wasn’t a good idea.

As soon as you go out, two men tried to attack you, you almost died but you were lucky, to be rescued by a boy, more like a man. Broad shoulders, dark hair and beautiful eyes. He took the men down and helped you.

“Are you okay? let me help you” He had a deep voice, not too rough, not too soft but perfect

“I’m okay…I…just” you couldn’t help to be a little bit shocked after all, two men tried to attack you and now you were in front of this beautiful male, it was too much for one night.

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Secret is Out: Part 4

Prompt: What happens when secret identities are taken away from every DC superhero?

Words: 2060

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

        You don’t leave the house for about another week after that meeting with the executives. The press outside your house never lightens, but at some point it’s decided that things need to get back to normal. That starts with going back to work.

          For the most part it isn’t that big of a deal, Jason runs security for the company, and Damian and Tim are both still in school. It’s Dick that worries you. He’s heading back to Bludhaven. Back to the force. You’re worried about him becoming a target, or even worse for him, isolated. You send him off with the best smile possible, and that morning you and Bruce head into work together.

          You want to call in a bulldozer to part the crowd outside your office, but Bruce just takes your hand, and drives on. There’s a notable silence in the building, as you walk past employees. You can feel the eyes on the two of you. You can’t help but fidget, but Bruce never bats an eye. In your own biased opinion, you find it simply amazing.

          You say goodbye at your floor before walking into your office. You do your best to catch up on work. You’re more than a bit behind, and you’re actually moving pretty well until the television screen catches your eye. You hit unmute and just listen. “Bruce Wayne, recently revealed as Batman left his home for the first time in nearly two weeks today. The billionaire, whose children fight alongside him, has yet to issue a statement. In other news it appears as though Mrs. Wayne may be expecting the couple’s first biological child, this was photo taken as she walked into the Wayne Enterprises building this morning.”

          You cut it off before you can hear anymore. You want to curse the public’s fascination, but you can’t really blame them. The first hint of queasiness hits you a moment later, and has you running to your private bathroom. You’re in the middle of emptying your stomach when you feel your hair being pulled back, and a hand begins rubbing your back.

          With one last dry heave you lean back into a broad chest you’d know anywhere, and look up into Bruce’s eyes. His hands are running up and down your arms in a comforting motion, as he smiles and asks, “Something you want to tell me?”

          You give a small smile, “I honestly didn’t plan to tell you by the way of television.”

          He just smiles and says, “The television didn’t tell me, you did.” Your brow knits together in confusion, and he just smiles, “That night after the executives came over.”

          Your mouth drops open and you turn to face him on more even ground, “You no good faker!”

          He smirks, “But it’s already made T.V.? Impressive, personally you don’t seem to be showing to me.”

          You throw your hands into the air, “I can’t have any secrets can I?”

          He smiles, “You live with five detectives darling; we don’t really do secrets.”

          “Well that’s just great. Wait, if you weren’t down here because of that, why are you here?”

          His smile disappears, “Dick called, it’s starting.”


          “Deathstroke made a direct challenge to Dick. He probably would have hid it, had it not taken place on national T.V. I was heading over there now, to stop him from doing something stupid, Jason is picking up Tim and Damian and meeting us there. We have to make a stand now, show the bad guys that nothing has changed.”


          He smiles, “You’re the best public relations specialist I know; any chance you want to be the Batman’s as well?”

You smile, “I always did like a challenge.”

He holds out his hand and says, “Good, let’s go.”

You storm the Bludhaven Police Department as a family. Dick is there, waiting, still dressed in his uniform.

He gives you a small smile and a kiss on the street, before turning to Bruce. His attitude is all business.

He crosses his arms against his chest and says, “I’m assuming you saw the footage?”

Bruce nods, “You mother has the computer analyzing it, in case there’s anything to use.”

“How are we going to run this?”

You watch as Bruce surveys the room, and you do your best to see what he sees. You see a room full of cops, staring in wonder, at someone many thought was a myth. He sees assets, fire power, and who knows what else. Then he turns to Bludhaven’s commissioner, and you watch as your husband becomes the Batman.

Any easy going attitude is gone. You watch as the men and women in the room stand up a little straighter, under his gaze, and how the commissioner takes a step back.

His voice has just a hint of Batman’s when he speaks, “We do this like we always have. Nothing has changed, we need to make that clear.”

Jason smirks, “Except for the clothes, right? We’re going in our civies.”

This time it’s your turn to smile. You turn to your son and say, “When have I ever let you leave without being fully prepared?”

The growl of an engine accents your words a moment later, and Jason just grins. “I’ve got it.”

Bruce raises an eyebrow in question. You just shrug and say, “Alfred was already in the cave.”

It’s strange watching them suit up somewhere other than the cave. They still have a private room, but still. You watch them leave with more than a bit of fear in your heart, but when they’re gone you force yourself to focus on your own work. You prepare statements, and set up interviews, things like that.

It takes two grueling days for them to catch Deathstroke, and your boys are more than a bit bruised at the end of it. There’s awe there though, you can see it in the people’s eyes.  They know who Batman is, they know who Bruce is, but as he pulls the cowl from his head, you can see it in their eyes; the disbelief.

You take one last photo to use in your press release, the photo of Bruce in full uniform sans cowl. His face is bruised, and there’s blood dripping from his nose, and he’s surrounded by the boys. Public opinion is fickle, you know that, but in that moment you make it your mission to make sure that your boys are always displayed in the proper light.

Older Damian Wayne X Reader “Because You’re Perfect” Part 3

Part One, Part Two

Requested by: @jazminblake

Prompt: “Hey love I was wondering if you can make an imagine with Jason Todd or Damian Wayne based on the song earned it by the weeknd. And to add on to my request have the reader be a total badass. The reader is really captivating, smart, sarcastic, strong willed, just perfect in general. And I hope this is not too much but have one of the settings be at a gala? If you do decide to go with Damian have an older version of him.”

Special thanks to: @tinyfandomblogger , @wannabetraveler, @dcuniversefanatic , @jazminblake

Request Tag: @grumpycheshirecat , @gcc-dc-marvel , @damalseer 

Authors Note: IT IS DONE!!!!!!!!!!! This might have been the hardest request I have ever gotten, but I did it and I am very happy with it. Jazminblake I really hope you like this story.


This was becoming a lot more fun than it needed to be. Watching Damian Wayne have to work for something and that something was her was a whole lot of fun. He wasn’t what she had expected. He was charming. Though you knew that you should not be flattered. He was on the hunt and you were the prey.

“If I tell you my name would you leave me alone?”

Damian smiled “Maybe.”

You gave a little chuckle. You had to give him credit he was funny and maybe for that you would tell him. “My name is Y/N, L/N.”

Damians smile grew bigger as he said “Now that wasn’t so hard now was it?”

You smiled back “It was, extremely.”

This was turning out to be quite a fun game that they were both playing. “You are not what I expected.”

“Really? Then what were you expecting?”

“Well I was not expecting to have to work for you.”

You chuckled at that.

“Would you like to step outside?” Damian asked “It is getting a little stuffy in here, don’t you think?”

“Yes I think it is. But personally I think that it is a little too crowded.” You two started making your way outside when you felt the overwhelming need to be alone. “Umm Damian would you mind getting us some drinks? And I will meet you outside?”

“You promise not to run off on me?”


“Then Y/N I will meet you outside.”

Once outside you needed to think. You were on a balcony overlooking Gotham. A tall building shined in the distance like a shining beacon. The glowing W of the Wayne Enterprise building shined as it overlooked the dark city beneath. This was the world that you lived in. Either you were privileged enough to shine or you were in the darkness watching others shine.

You still didn’t understand why Damian is interested in you though. Surely he must know about your father and his obsession or he just didn’t care enough to know.


You let out a little squeak of surprise to see Damian standing behind you. “You scared me!”

“Sorry for that. Here is the drink that you asked for.” He said handing you a glass of champagne. “I must say I wasn’t sure that you would be here. I thought you would have disappeared by now.”

You smileed as you say “Something tells me that you would have found me.”

“Yeah, I think I would have.”

There seems to be a long pause were neither of you speak. Instead you both look out that the city below.

“Why are you here?” You ask. “With me?”

Damian looks at you in surprise. “Because you out of all of those girls in there look the least happy to be here.”

“Really? And here I thought I was doing such a good job of hiding it.”

“Y/N, why don’t you want to be here? Isn’t this every girls dream?”

“When I was little it was, but then I grew up. I wasn’t even planning to come here tonight. I was planning on just staying at home and reading a good book.”

“So why did you come?”

“Because of your father.”

“My father? What does he have to do with anything?”

“Well my father wanted to talk with yours about some business and he heard that he would be here soooo.”

“Wait is that why you didn’t want to dance with me? Because I am Bruce Wayne’s son?”


“Well you my love are a breath of fresh air.”

His use of the phrase “My Love” does not go unnoticed. In fact those words are played on a loop in your head. No one had ever said that to you before, though you are still weary of him. You still don’t know what his true motives are. So you continue with this little game that you both are playing. “What do you mean by breath of fresh air?”

“Well normally people want to be with me because I am Bruce Waynes son. Now I meet you and you want nothing to do with me. It is almost like you wanted me to earn it.”

“So you don’t care that my father is currently smothering your brother right now?” You say pointing off into the crowd were you father, who is definitely drunk is talking to Bruce Wayne’s adopted son.

Damian just laughs at the sight. “Why would I mind about that? Especially when Grayson doesn’t have anything to do with my father’s business. The real person he should be talking to is me. But you won’t tell him that will you?”

“No I don’t think I will.”

“Good. Now Miss Y/L may I have this dance?” Damian says offering his hand to you.

“You may.”

Damian leads you back inside and back out onto the dance floor. He lifts your hand up and puts the other on your waist, with your own hand on his shoulder. You both then glide across the dance floor in a beautiful waltz to the song “Earn It” By The Weekend.

“Why did you ask me to dance with you?” you ask.

Damian then leans his head closer to yours and whispers. “Because you’re perfect.”

Then moving his head closer to yours and you leaning in as well kiss.

how Jason with a cape went
  • Jason: *ties cape around his neck* this is gonna be awesome
  • Jason: *jumps off Wayne Enterprises building* I'M KING OF THE WOOOOO-OHHHHHH SHITTTTT!!!!!! *crashes into a billboard*
  • Dick: *recording the whole thing* the internet is gonna love this
  • Tim: *sips coffee* I'm too tired for this shit
  • Bruce: *facepalms* he is my son, I can't call him an idiot. He is my son, I can't call him an idiot
  • Damian: *tt* when is Todd not an idiot?
  • Barbara: *sighs* I'll call an ambulence
  • Alfred: and I shall prepare his favourite icecream to cheer him up
  • Steph: ... I wanna try
  • Cass: please don't
  • Duke: is he always like this?
  • Harper and Luke: yep
  • Terry: *checking the future internet* oh my god the headline is hilarious
  • Carrie: "idiot in bad cosplay jumps off buidling and crashes into billboard" yep, thats pretty accurate
Jason talks in his sleep.

“Batman, you stole my fucking snickerdoodles.” That was the first dead giveaway. Of course I would date a guy who talks in his sleep. It was both hilarious and scary at times. 

The time when he screamed in the middle of the night, softly crying, and whispered unknowingly in my ear, “Bruce will come for me…”, and I cried myself– that was the breaking point. I approached Jason on the job, wearing the same mask (I found it in his underwear drawer) as him. I wasn’t really surprised that he was the Red Hood, but I was dead set on getting him to agree with me on one thing.

“I know who you are.” I smiled at him. “And I’m not afraid.” Smiling at the man with the gun, I put your hand over the barrel and lowered his hand.

“Who are you?” He questioned cautiously, hearing my smug tone.

“You seriously don’t know?” I asked him, flashing a cheshire cat grin. “You live with me, don’t you?”

“What are you doing?” He put his pistol back in its holster. “You are going to get hurt!”

“Oh, goodness gracious, I hadn’t thought of it that way! Getting hurt while fighting people with superpowers, save me now!” I feigned sarcasm. I stepped up and looked at his eyes. “Did you really think that once I found out who you really were that I would leave you alone?”

“I–well, no.” Jason sighed. He removed my mask and stared into my eyes. “Listen, you might think that you’re tough and all, but it’s a dangerous city.”

I caressed his cheek gently and gave him a chaste kiss before sweep-kicking his legs from under him. “I think I’m fine.” I informed him. “Lesson number one: don’t ever lose your guard.”

“Good point.” He stood up, rubbing his ass. “Are you sure that you want to go all in?” 

“Yes.” I said without a second thought going through my mind. 

“Okay then.” He said, then looked up at the sky. “How did you find out?”

“You talk in your sleep, babe.” I smirked. “’Batman, where are all the clowns?’” I mimicked him jokingly.

“Well, there goes my cover.” He laughed. “I guess you’re a part of the team now. I’ll introduce you to Bruce– the real Bruce– tonight.”

“Great.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled. “What do you want to do now?” I asked him, trailing one hand down his chest. He brought his hands around to lift me around his waist.

“I think you can guess.” He breathed against my lips between kisses. I gave in to him willingly. 

That night, after what would be considered a relieved hook-up on the roof of the Wayne Tech building, he was finally as in this relationship as I was. No secrets, no rivalries, just a team. Just how it’s supposed to be.

Dumbass - Roy Harper x Reader

(Requested by @batlog)

You and Roy crept silently through the air ducts of a Wayne Enterprises building. You glared at him judgmentally, to which he responded with a grin.
   “This is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done. And you and Jason have done some really stupid things, Harper,” you hissed. “What in god’s name were you thinking? Yeah, let’s break into a high-security office building and try to snoop through the owner’s files. Really damn brilliant.” Roy sort of shrugged it off. “Hey. It could be worse,” he offered. At that moment, the metal ducts started creaking. You both flinched as voices got louder below you. 

   “Screw it. We find a vent, then we run,” he commanded. You didn’t argue. Opening a vent, the two of you dropped down into a conference room. Fortunately, it was empty. You peeked through the door, and upon seeing nobody, led Roy out into the hallway. You continued making your way through the office building until you reached the stairs. Realizing you were on the 18th floor, you groaned, but started running down them regardless. Roy trailed behind you. As you emerged onto the ground floor, you were met with a security team. Their weapons were trained on you and Roy. For a second, you wondered how they’d found you so quickly, but Roy quickly answered your unspoken question.
   “The cameras,” he groaned.

   “Remind me why I decided that being your best friend was a good idea?” you inquired harshly. He shrugged, attempting to reach his lockpicks with his cuffed hands.
   “You know you love me,” he declared. Your heart beat a bit faster. Roy was your best friend, and he didn’t know about how you actually felt. He didn’t need to. You huffed.
   “Whatever. Just come closer, I’ll grab the damn lockpicks,” you muttered. He leaned over to you until he was close enough that you could grab the picks from under his belt. You passed them over to him.
   “Salty…” he commented under his breath. You scoffed.
   “It’s your fault we’re in this mess!” you argued. He smirks as he frees his hands and starts picking the cuffs on yours.
   “Oh, but Y/N,” Roy announced. “You didn’t have to follow me.” You froze. That was actually a valid point. The handcuffs fell off your hands, which Roy promptly grabbed.
   “Now let’s go,” he says, pulling you off into a run.

Later, in his apartment, you collapsed on the couch.
   “We shouldn’t visit Jason at the manor for a while. Bruce will be pissed,” you suggested. Roy flopped down next to you, making a noise of agreement. He put his hand on your shoulder, which made you tense up a bit.
   “Thanks for helping me out of that,” he said. You turn your head, looking into his bright green eyes. There was something there he hadn’t ever shown you before. Affection?
   “You’re welcome,” you replied. “You’re still a dumbass, though.” He chuckled.
   “Yes, but I’m your dumbass.” And with that, he did what you had wanted him to do for a very long time. He kissed you.

BatFam X Reader "New Family" Part 2

You work for Wayne Industries when you are asked to see Bruce Wayne with your boss Mr. Fox. On your way up to meet wit him, you meet someone else.

Part 1


The elevator ride seemed to take forever especially with people getting on and off of different floors. It just made you mad that it was taking so long to to get up to your floor. Though it did make you feel better that several other people were grumbling the same thing as the elevator slowly crawled up the Wayne Industries building. You were relieved when you only had one floor to go and there was no one else on the elevator with you. You sucked in a big breath and let it out. Peace.

“Nervous huh?” You shriek in surprise. You fight the instinct to attack the person that surprised you. He laughs and says “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” He looks you up and down analyzing you. “Are you also going to see the big boss?”

Still a little too stunned for words you simply nod your head. He is a tall man with strong chin and cheek bones and blue eyes. But what really caught your eye was the tuff of white hair that fell between his eyebrows. You frowned knowing who this guy was and where he got that piece of hair. This was someone you should not provoke.

“No kidding.” He prattled on without missing a beat. “I am also on my way to see Bruce Wayne.” He said Bruce Wayne with so little reverence it confirms your theory of him. This man did not work for Bruce Wayne. Everyone who worked for Mr. Wayne always had nothing but good things to say about him and always spoke about him with respect. “You don’t talk much do you?”

At that very moment the elevator doors dinged open. Without giving him a backwards glance you walk out of the elevator. You don’t like talking to people because having space and being alone kept you safe… kept others safe from you.

“Hey I’m sorry did I say something wrong?” He asked keeping up with your fast pace. Ignoring him you hurry to the front desk of the floor.

The secretary smiles at you “Name and badge please.”  

“Y/N, I am here to see Mr. Wayne.”

“Y/N, that is a pretty name. Oh hey Marcy I’m also here to see Bruce.”

“Mr. Todd how nice to see you again I can’t remember the last time I saw you. Mr. Wayne said that you are to wait until he needs you.”

Todd as in Jason Todd? Bruce Wayne’s adopted son? What was he doing here? It said around the rumor mill that Jason Todd didn’t like his adopted father and that they had had a falling out. So why was he hear.

“Y/N,” Marcy said catching your attention. “ Mr. Wayne is waiting for you in his office with Mr. Fox.”


Mr. Wayne was sitting behind a large desk with two chairs in front of it. One of the chairs was occupied by Mr. Fox. He turned his head and smiled at you encouragingly. You walked up to Mr. Wayne’s desk.

“Ms. Y/LN, It is so nice to finally meet you. Please take a set.” Mr. Wayne does not skip a beat as you take a seat and asks you to explain you GPS software and code that you are working on. That was all the prompting that you needed to launch into a full on speach. You keep an eye on Mr. Wayne changing your technique of explaining at the slightest look of confusion. By the time you are done you feel confident that you have done your job right.

“I am impressed Ms. Y/N Y/L/N, I can see that our new GPS system is in good hands. Thank you for coming in it was very enlightening and I hope that we can speak again soon.” He smiled and with that you are dismissed.

“Likewise. Thank you.” The two of you shake hands and Mr. Fox rises and walks out with you.

Both of you are almost at the door when you hear. “Marcy could you send in Jason please.”

Once you are out Mr. Fox smiles at you. “Y/N you did a very good job. I am impressed.”

“Thank you, but I still don’t understand why you wanted me to talk to him about it.”

“Let’s just say that he wanted to meet you.”

You glance at Mr. Fox. That made no sense at all why would he want to meet you and if he did why did he make you prattle on and on about code when he could have just spoken to you. It made no sense.


“So that’s her. The one that you want to be the Oracle?” Jason asked. Jason liked her plus it helped that he thought that y/n looked hot.

“Yes, that is her. What do you think about her?”

“I like her, but why should I care? What is your plan, Bruce?”

“I want you to become her friend and get her to come onto our side. We need an Oracle. Since Barbara is Batgirl now we can’t continue to rely on her it is just too much. That is why I need you to this.”

Jason nodded he understood… sort of. But if he was going to do this he was going to do this his way.

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