So this takes place in a world with Soulmates and is going to be a longer fic. But the idea is super duper cute so I’ve started it now and plan to do different installments
When you were ten years old you made a top ten list of all the careers that you wanted to be when you grew up. Number one on that list was to be a princess, and it went all the way down to Soulmate matcher. But becoming a jewel thief hadn’t been anywhere on your list. Yet here you were, Catgirl the sidekick to the afamed Catwoman.
But you were mostly alone now, Selina was dating Bruce Wayne (the famed billionaire who just so happened to be her soulmate) and was cutting back on the heists. She claimed she just didn’t have time anymore, but you figured it was because she was getting ready to settle down and live a cushy life with Bruce. Selina also claimed that nothing between the two of you would change, but you saw through that. You had been abandoned too many times to fall for people claiming they’ll stay no matter what. That’s what your soulmate was for.
It was your first solo mission and you were more scared than you should have been, because it was an easy job, theoretically. You had done tons of break-ins to jewelry stores with Selina before, but being alone made it ten times scarier.
Still you slunk into the shop, careful to avoid any of the camera, and jimmied open the lock. You grabbed a handful of jewels, placing all that you could fit into the pouch on you hip before sliding out of the shop just as carefully.
You hadn’t set off a single alarm, and made a clean get away.
You arrived back home to the apartment you shared with Selina and your cat Lucy. You slipped into your room, hoping that Selina wouldn’t notice you. Selina had become a pseudo mother when she plucked you from the streets and gave you a home. She was everything to you.
You didn’t see Selina in the living room, and you smiled to yourself thinking that for once you bested the mighty Catwoman. But, because she is Selina, she was sitting on your bed, looking impassively at her nails.
“Where were you?” Selina asked, not looking up from her cuticles.
“Went for a swim?” You replied, then mentally hit yourself because there was no way in hell she would believe that.
Selina to her credit looked up at you amused, raising an eyebrow, “In full gear.”
“Just ground me.” You sighed.
Selina smiled at you dangerously, she never took it easy on you. You could see the glint in her eye and you just knew. She was about to make your life miserable.
“No grounding.” Selina said demurely, and normally you would celebrate, but somehow you knew what Selina was planning would be so much worse. “Bruce invited me over to dinner tomorrow night, I want you to come.”
You balked at the suggestion, but Selina didn’t let you say a word, because she already pushed herself from your bed and strutted to your doorway, “Oh do wear something nice, he’s a classy guy.”
She left your room, closing the door behind her and you mouthed back ‘he’s a classy guy’ angrily.
That night, you stared at all your pretty new jewels, but they couldn’t distract you from the night you had. You hoped to meet your soulmate soon, before Selina chose Bruce over you and walked out of your life forever. Because people leave you, but not your soulmate.
People leave you, but not your soulmate. They will stay. Your soulmate will stay.
That was your mantra, you repeated it over and over that night as you lay awake in bed.
The next day you were getting ready for the dinner, contemplating on whether or not to pretend to be sick. You stared in your mirror, looking at the mark just above your hip bone, I’ve got you, can’t make me let go and you smiled running your finger over the slanted script. You slid on a pretty dress and eyed the new ring that you had just liberated from the jewelry store. You put it on, making sure it matched the rest of the outfit.
“Come on Y/N.” Selina called impatiently from the foyer, and you left your room to join her. As the two of you descended the elevator Selina began to talk about Bruce, you almost rolled your eyes, because all the things she said about Bruce were common knowledge.
“He’s got a lot of kids, so don’t be intimidated by any of them okay?” Selina said and you nodded, you weren’t intimidated by anything.
The two of you were walking to Selina’s car when she tugged at your wrist, forcing you to look up at her. She looked worried, her eyebrows creasing together, and she bit her lip. You had never seen Selina like this.
“Y/N, if he makes you that uncomfortable tell me, we’ll leave the party.” Selina spoke carefully.
“But he’s your soulmate?” You let the words slip out before you could help yourself.
“Yes.” Selina confirmed, smoothing down your hair in a motherly gesture, “But you are my daughter, and you always come first.”
You thought that you might cry, Selina looked close to crying to. Instead the two of you hugged, she held onto you so tightly, and you thought of all she was willing to let go of, for you. Maybe people who aren’t soulmates stay too.
Selina whipped at her misty eyes, before pulling away and climbing into her car. You followed suit and before you knew it, the two of you were flying down the streets of Gotham towards the famous Wayne manor.
When you arrived Selina didn’t even have a chance to open her car door before the Manor’s doors opened up, and you saw Bruce Wayne in the flesh. It was a strange experience, seeing the famous nillionaire at the door, seeing him smile so fondly at Selina, and then turning that smile to you.
Bruce stuck a hand out to you with a warm smile, “It’s nice to finally meet you Y/N.”
“Nice to meet you too.” You replied unsurley, but Bruce still smiled warmly at the greeting. He then kissed Selina chastely on the lips before leading the two of you inside. The Wayne Manor was huge, and you tried not to marvel at it.
Bruce lead you to a sitting room that was filled with children, “Y/N, these are my kids.”
Only three or four of the kids looked up at you, most just ignored you. You weren’t sure if you were grateful or not.
The oldest came up to you with a wide smile, “I’m Dick!” he exclaimed pulling you into a hug that caused you toes to lift off the ground. Your eyes widened and when he let you down you stepped back to the safety of Selina.
“Dick!” Chided a different kid, this one a girl with fiery red hair, “You’re scaring the poor girl.”
Dick looked a little sheepish before stepping back. Selina smiled at the kids, she seemed to know them all, some seemed to like her more than other. Then she sat down on the couch, you sat on the other side of her, and Bruce sat next to her, an arm slung over Selina’s shoulder. The rest of the night was loud with all the Wayne children laughing and joking around, and it was nice.
You even thought you could get used to living in a place with all these kids.
👋🏻 What’s your name?
🎂 When’s your birthday?
⭐️ What’s your zodiac sign?
🏡 Where were you born?
😶 What’s your ethnicity?
👄 What’s your first language?
👤 What’s your gender?
🌈 What’s your sexuality?
💋 What is your romantic orientation?
👕 What’s your favourite type of clothing?
👢 What’s your favourite type of shoes?
🕶 What’s your favourite accessory?
☂️ What’s your favourite type of weather?
🐾 What’s your favourite animal?
🐉 What’s your favourite mythical/extinct creature?
🌲 What’s your favourite plant?
🌷 What’s your favourite flower?
🍎 Favourite fruit?
🥐 Favourite foreign food?
🍟 Favourite fast food place?
🍪 Favourite sweets/candy/snack?
☕️ Tea or coffee?
🏒 Do you have a sporty hobby?
⛸ Ice skating or roller skating?
🏅 What’s your best achievement?
🎼 Do you play any musical instruments?
🎨 Would you call yourself an artist?
❤️ Are you single or taken?
💛 Who is your best friend?
💔 Who has broken your heart?
🖤 Do you hate anyone?
💚 Are you optimistic or pessimistic in problematic situations?
💙 Introvert or extrovert?
💜 What do you look like?
Sorry that I completly nerded out with all my fav books in here.
Request: Saw your request were ooen again. :D I’d love to request a Raven x reader from the original Teen Titans Cartoon. The reader sees her in a coffee shop and doesn’t know that she’s a superhero. The reader tries to cheer her up everyday they meet there.
“Hello and welcome toe the Book End Cafe!” You said as you heard the bell ring, not even looking up from the your task. You didn’t hear the creaking floor that always occurs when a costumer walks across the floor. You almost jumped when your favorite costumer appeared in front of the counter. You always wondered how Raven did that, she moved so gracefully that sometimes you were convinced she wasn’t real.
“Green tea please.” The voice was montone, and soft, but it still surprised you.
You looked up at your favorite costumer, the ever quiet Raven. She never smiled, but she came in at least three times a week. She always orders the same thing, Green Tea and settles in with a new book.
“Alrighty.” You smiled. After Raven started coming in you made it your own personal mission to make the girl smile more. She seems so serious and it sometimes broke your heart.
“So have you finished your book yet?” You asked, it was the question you asked every time she came in.
“Yeah. Finished it last night. I need to figure out what to read next.” Raven murmured.
The hot water was still boiling, so you reached under the counter for the book you had just finished. You handed her a copy of Fierce Fairytales by Nikita Gill, it had post it notes and highlights, clearly well loved.
“Have you read it?” You asked.
Raven shook her head, and you placed the book in her hands, then finished the tea. You were going to talk to her more, but another costumer came in. It was a busy day, so you didn’t have a chance to talk to Raven for the entire three hours that she was there. But you could see she was fully engrossed in your book every time you looked up, and that made you smile a little bit.
Raven returned two days later, as she always did. She didn’t smile but when she came in she was holding the book you loaned her tightly. You started to work on her green tea even before she reached the counter.
“I liked it.” Raven said, and you smiled softly, glad that she liked it. It was one of your favorites.
“Yeah, it’s really good.” You smiled, working the hot water. “Figured out what you’re going to read next?”
You expected her to respond as clipped as normal, but Raven had a small (tiny really) smile at the corner of her mouth. You counted that as a win.
“I was actually hoping for another recommendation, this one was so good.” Raven said.
And you didn’t know why that made your heart skip a beat, it shouldn’t have. But this felt really important, you needed to give her the best book ever, because she deserved the best.You hoped that it would make her smile more, because that small smile had hooked you, you wanted to see it so much more.
“What type of book are you thinking?” You asked sliding the tea across the counter.
“Whatever you like. I want to read your favorite.” Raven replied, and you blushed. You didn’t know why, but this felt almost intimate, it felt like you were giving a part of yourself to her, to let her read your favorite book.
So with your heart beating faster than it should you reached for your copy of The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemmingway. The spine was cracked, distorting the words, and the pages ad turned thin and fragile. It felt like you were giving away a part of yourself to give Raven this book. But you trusted her, you trusted her with your heart and your copy of The Sun Also Rises.
“Have you read it?” You asked.
“Not this one.” Raven replied, taking the book as if it were something precious, and you smiled softly at her care.
Raven traded you, the book you lent her before, for this one. She reached her normal spot in the corner of the cafe, and you could swear their was a small smile at the corner of her lips. You hoped it was a smile, because wouldn’t it be pretty to think so?
***
Raven didn’t come back for three days, it was the longest you had been without seeing her for a while, and it kind of hurt. When she finally did return it was a day that was crazy busy, but you felt it as soon as she walked through the door. You could feel her calming presence.
When she approached your counter you took a minute to stare at her, she had a large bruise on her cheek, and you felt the oddest urge to reach out, and touch it. Make sure it wasn’t hurting her. But instead you focused on making a green tea.
“I read it.” Raven spoke unprompted. She put your copy of The Sun Also Rises on the counter. She didn’t look happy at all, “It’s very sad.”
“Well he was a broken man when he wrote it.” You replied.
Just like you seem broken. You didn’t say that out loud, but you thought it. She did seem broken, broken in many of the same ways that Hemingway was.
“But I can see why you like it.” Raven concluded, and you smiled at her, handing her the green tea that she didn’t even have to order.
You were surprised when Raven reached into her bag pulling out a book, and then handing it to you. It was a well loved copy of Envelope Poems by Emily Dickinson. Raven looked sheepish, “It’s one of my favorites. I felt like I should share too.”
You took the book and held it in your hands tightly. You smiled widely, and Raven looked shocked at your reaction, but you couldn’t help it. Most people didn’t bring you books, they came to you, but never gave to you. Raven was special.
And even though your reaction didn’t make Raven smile, you saw a small red blush against her cheeks. And it was most definitely a win.
That night you stayed up late reading the poems the Emily Dickinson just wrote on a whim of scraps of paper. They were unfinished and beautiful, just waiting to be expanded upon. They reminded you of Raven.
The next day was one that Raven normally didn’t come in. She had a life outside of your little cafe and bookshop, and you didn’t expect to see her, so when she walked through your door first thing in the morning you smiled with surprise, but got to work on her green tea.
“What do I owe this pleasure?” You asked Raven with a smile.
She huffed a sigh, sitting at one of the bar stools across from you. She wasn’t smiling, which wasn’t abnormal, but she looked more tired than usual. The bruise around her eyes hadn’t cleared yet, but it looked better.
“My… my roommates are being annoying. They’re so loud.” Raven replied.
Raven never really talked about her life outside of this little shop, and sometimes you forgot that she had one. You liked to think that you both only existed in this small cafe.
“That’s rough.” You smiled, because you really couldn’t imagine Raven living with loud and annoying people, “But while you are here I need to talk to you about the book. It was amazing. Her first drafts are so deep, almost deeper than her originally published work.”
And Raven perked up, their was a smile a definite one. And your heart almost broke in pieces, because Raven is beautiful when she smiles, and you wished that you only saw her with that smile for the rest of your life.
You and Raven spoke of the book for a solid half-hour, before more costumers began to come in, requiring your assistance.
***
It was your day off. You were determined to enjoy your day off. So you went downtown to get a pizza and would then vege yourself in front of netflix for a few hours. It was a plan.
You weren’t expecting for a crazed supervillian to come into the pizza shop. The girl had looked normal, and then suddenly she was causing an earthquake in the pizza shop. You screamed as the gound shook, and things began to fall, especially when a large piece of ceiling fell onto your leg.
The Teen Titans, a group you had never had the pleasure of seeing before, arrived within five minutes, fighting the girl.
There was a boy, with green skin who was complaining about this being his ‘favorite pizza shop’ that helped att the civilians out of the pizza shop. He got to you last, as you were physically trapped. You watched in fascination as the boy turned into a gorilla, moving the ceiling piece off of you.
The green boy had to lift you into his arms, your leg was probably broken. He was taking you out of the shop when you heard a familiar voice, it was chanting words you didn’t understand, but you knew the voice anywhere.
“Raven?” You called out of habit.
Had she been in the shop? Maybe she was trapped like you had been.
The boy faltered for a second, he looked down at you, and then to a caped hero who was fighting the supervillian.
“Hey Rae?” The boy called confused, and the caped hero -who was Raven- turned to look at you. Her eyes widened suddenly, and she cast another spell of blackness, this one with a viciousness. It trapped the woman in a sphere of blackness, and Raven was suddenly at your side a worrited look in her eyes.
“Y/N?” She asked. “Are you alright?”
You stared at Raven for a second, she was so worried, so nervous for you. And she was a hero. And your mind was going too fast.
“Y/N?” Raven asked again, her voice shook. Their was fear.
The boy put you down, letting Raven cradle you. Raven seemed to appreciate this, but didn’t say a word.
“Y/N! Were you hurt?” Raven was freaking out, and you really didn’t like that look on her. She should smile, always smile.
So you reached up, and gave her a soft kiss. It took you just a second to realise that was probably a bad idea, kissing a hero whom you never kissed before. But your head wasn’t working right at the moment, blame shock.
You reared back to look at Raven, the girl seemed to be as shocked at you were about the kiss. But their was a soft smile on her lips. And you decided that you really liked that smile.
Request from @freedomfighterposts Request to have a Zatanna x fem reader where Zatanna wants to practise more of her physical abilities and seeks out reader who trains people like Jason Todd to help train her. Zatanna gets enamoured by readers sweaty, glistening abs and muscles and acts very submissive to reader but then Z uses magic to impress reader into getting a fancy date which reader isnt the most comfortable with where its zatannas turn to act dominant.
I am aware that Zatanna was a part of the original group for Young Justice, but I have decided to ignore that for the sake of this story. In this Imagine Zatanna joined Young Justice around the time Donna Troy did. I got a little carried away with this one. Sorry
You lived your life by two rules: Keep moving, and don’t get killed. They seemed to be simple rules, but somehow they consumed your entire life.
You had been a nomad of sorts since you turned fifteen, moving from place to place just long enough so that you could survive. That all changed when you met a half feral Jason Todd. He was scared, strong and angry, just arising from the Lazurus pit, and you felt pity. So you taught him how to fight, and how to kill, his previous mentor had done a good job with defensive techniques, but Jason had been sorely lacking on the offensive.
When Jason announced he was going home, you went with him. Because why the hell not? You had already been in one place too long, and you liked Jason, he was like a little brother.
In Gotham, after the whole debacle with Jason and his father, Jason introduced you to the Batman. Jason said you were the best trainer out there, and Batman didn’t believe it.
Batman asked to spar with you, no weapons, just one on one. You knew Batman was strong, he was an inch or two taller than Jason, who towered over you, and he was seemingly built with all muscles. Besides that he had experience. But you agreed, because Jason wanted this, and you would do anything for the stupid boy.
You and Batman circled each other, your fists raised to fight. He attacked first, coming at you with a powerful swing. You planted yourself to look as if you were going to block the move, but at the last second circled away. Batman stumbled forward slightly, but he turned quickly with a kick to you gut. It knocked you back, but you countered with three rapid punches.
The fight went on for fifteen minutes, before Batman finally knocked you down. You were both sweaty and tired.
From beneath his cowl you saw Batman grin slightly, he had won, but you had put up one hell of a fight. Almost his equal in the match.
“If you want Y/N.” Batman said, “I have a job for you.”
And you did want, because it let you be close to your chosen brother. Batman appointed you the trainer of Young Justice, a group of teenage heroes. And your first lesson would be the following day.
You arrived in Mount Justice about a half hour early, Jason by your side. He was no longer a member of the little sidekick group, but he wanted to be here with you on your first day. You didn’t tell him you were grateful, but he knew.
He knew you weren’t the best with social interactions, a side effect of living on the road for so long, connections were hard for you to make. Jason being here was his way of supporting you.
The Young Justice members came into the room, most one time, a few moments late.
“To start I want to train one on one with each of you. Five minutes sparring with me, see where you are all at. And no use of powers, I want to see your innate ability.” You stated, and began to pull your shirt over your head, leaving you in a sports bra.
You shirt covered you face when you heard running footsteps, the a voice breathlessly saying, “Sorry that I’m…”
The girl trailed off, and you threw your shirt to the side seeing a youn g woman with long black hair and a ridiculous costume. She was staring at you with a slack jaw and wide eyes.
“Late.” You supplied.
The girl nodded twice, still silent her mouth still hanging open. You turned away, uncomfortable with her stare, but from the corner of your eye you saw a girl nudge her in the ribs.
You called forward the members of the team one at a time to fight.
First was Donna Troy. She had lots of power, but relied too heavily on her strength.
Next was Tim Drake. His moves were calculated and with quick precision, but he had the same problem that Jason had when he started. He was inept at offensive fighting.
And it went on until it was time for Zatanna, the girl who had stared at you. She shuffled to the center of the ring, her get up was terrible for fighting. Tights, High Heels, and at tuxedo jacket?
She wasn’t as bad as you thought she would be, which wasn’t saying much. She was able to spin kick, and do acrobatic flips, but she wasn’t able to really fight.
When all the sidekicks were done fighting, and Jason was done snickering at their attempts, you clapped you hands together once. You looked at each of them, they were all woefully untrained, and those with special abilities relied too heavily on them.
“You all did okay, but we have a lot of work to do.” You stated. “I’m going to make a schedule for training, and if any of you need just sign up for more.”
Most of the kids groaned, but you gave them a glare which shut them up.
The schedule was posted at the end of the day, most people were only one two to three times a week, but those who needed extra help, like Beast Boy and Zatanna were on the schedule five times.
Training was easy, you had been fighting your entire life, and you picked up new moves easily. You also learned the best ways to avoid injuries. So passing on your knowledge seemed fair.
You came to enjoy your daily spars, you liked fighting with Tim the best. He was quiet and took instructions well, never trying to talk with you unless to ask relevant questions. The same could not be said for the rest of your students. They all wanted to know your history and your life story, usually if you glared at them extra hard the line of questioning for the day would be done.
Zatanna however was different, she seemed quiet when she was with you, her eyes were always wide as she stared at you. When you put your hands on her to correct her posture sometimes she would jump, or flinch. You wondered what you did to this girl, and why she was so afraid of you, especially because you knew she was rather talkative with the rest of her peers.
It was your twelfth training session with Zatanna and her progress was incredibly slow. All of your other students were showing marked improvements, but Zatanna was showing nothing.
At the end of your session you looked her up and down. She was sitting on the bench, exhausted, drinking for a bottle of water, clearly she was working hard, but nothing was clicking for her.
“Zatanna.” You said, she looked up at the sound of your voice, her eyes met yours then turned away quickly. You gracefully chose to ignore that. “Next time we work together wear gym clothes, not… that.”
And for the first time since you met her you saw Zatanna bristle with emotions. Usually around you she was shy and guarded, but suddenly she looked frustrated.
“Why? What’s wrong with my uniform?” She asked defensively.
Uniform, so that’s what she called her get up.
“It’s not good for hand to hand combat, too many moving parts, and high heels.” You repled, leaning down to get a sip of water yourself.
“I don’t understand why I even need to learn this stuff.” Zatanna spoke angrily, her tone was sharp, “I have my magic. It’s all I need.”
“And if your magic fails, if someone takes it away?” You asked coldly, and you saw Zatanna open her mouth, about to mount another defense, but you continued. “What if you’re up against an enemy who is evenly matched in power. You need other skills to survive as a hero.”
You turned around an stormed out of the room, not giving the girl a chance to respond. But the next time you trained with Zatanna, she was wearing gym clothes, and you smiled.
Zatanna’s progress was still slow, but she was doing better then before. She was still shy, an blushed whenever you gave her slight contact. It was after a particularly rough session that you finally asked.
Normally you wouldn’t pry into your student’s social life, because you didn’t want them to ask about yours, but she was different. She seemed afraid of you, and that was off-putting.
“Do I make you uncomfortable?” You asked as she sipped from her waterbottle.
Zatanna almost choked, her eyes darted to you, then back to her drink, “Of course you make me uncomfortable, I mean your so hot. And all controlling, and you have glistening sweating abs, and your biceps. And oh God, I just said this all out loud.”
You stared at Zatanna shocked, people generally didn’t like you, you were stony and hard to get along with.
Zatanna looked at you, her face was a deep red by now, “I’m sorry.”
“What?” You asked dumbly.
“I made you uncomfortable didn’t I?” Zatanna sighed, “I really need to learn how to filter.”
You sat down next to Zatanna, she was looking down at her hands rather upset. You felt a pang in your chest, you didn’t like seeing her like this. So sad and worried.
“You didn’t make me uncomfortable.” You lied. She did make you uncomfortable, but it wasn’t really because she had feelings for you, it was more because most people made you uncomfortable. You had kept everyone at an arms length before Jason, and it was hard to let anyone in now.
Zatanna looked up with a soft smile, “Really?”
“Really.” You confirmed.
You stood up, readying yourself to pack up your things. But Zatanna said something that shocked you, “Would you go, I mean would you like to go on a date with me?”
You stared at her unsure what to say, you had never been asked out before. Zatanna seemed crestfallen at your look, so you quickly smiled, not liking to see her upset.
“Sure.”
The night of your big date with Jason you were pacing in your apartment. Jason was laughing as you nervously checked your hair and reapplied make-up.
“Just be yourself.” Jason said rather unhelpfully.
“Shut up!” You shot back, making him laugh more.
You had changed your outfit three times before Zatanna knocked on your door. She arrived looking gorgeous, a well tailored suit jacket and slacks, with no shirt beneath. You could see her pale skin, and your heart fluttered at the idea.
“Come on, the restaurant is waiting.” Zatanna said with a large smile.
You smiled nervously, and nodded, following her out to the car. Jason called out behind the two of you, something about not doing anything he would do. You blushed harder.
Zatanna lead you to a glossy and sleek black car, opening the door for you. It was strange that she was so confident on this date and you were so nervous, it was as if you personalities had switched.
The restaurant was really nice, you and Zatanna had a low lit booth in the corner.
You opened your mouth, but unsure what to say you closed it again.
“Are you nervous?” Zatanna asked playfully.
“A little.” Was your honest answer. Zatanna’s smile grew wide at the news. She looked so pretty in the here.
“Wow, I thought you were super alpha female, not scared of anything.” Zatanna smirked, “It’s good to know that I am aloud to be more dominant in this relationship.”
You didn’t really know what Zatanna was talking about, but when she smiled at you everything felt safer. She talked to you the whole night, and you actually enjoyed your time.
As much as you physically protected her, teaching her to fight and all, she seemed to emotionally protect you.
Request from @lolnvmitsjustme : Henlo, I was wondering I’d maybe you could do a Jason x black reader where she is pretty shy and keeps to herself and Jason sees her and is drawn to her for some reason like she’s got a aura about her or something and he likes her dreads? (sorry I’ve never done this before) I love your writing and I know if I ask you it will be awesome and you don’t really see a lot of fics where the reader is of color. Anyway if you you can that would be awesome but obvi don’t worry if you cant! K bye!
So just an FYI I am not of color, and I tried my best for this one, I am sorry if it isn’t good.
There were so many reasons that Jason hated justice league meetings. The most important and pressing reason was his own boredom. The Justice League talked themselves in circles, none of them wanting to do anything of substance.
There was a break in the meeting, for people like Clark and Diana to calm down, and everyone else to grab a coffee.
Jason stayed in the meeting room, his back leaning up against the wall. This had been a long meeting already, and it wasn’t even halfway through.
The Supes was yelling, his face had gotten uncharacteristically red, his hands balled into fists, shouting at Wonder Woman, who mostly kept her composure. It was the same fight that the Justice League always had, to kill or not to kill.
The room was mostly cleared out expect for one other woman, she too was leaning against the wall, her focus was darting around the room, just examining the room. Clearly she was a member of the Amazonian tribe, her uniform similar to Diana’s. She looked cool and collected, and something about her drew Jason in.
Jason pushed himself from the wall, making his way over to the woman with interest. She was one of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, with her long dreads pushed back with a silver crown.
“Hi.” Jason said, and he suddenly felt like a shy street kid again, not knowing how to talk to woman. It was strange, he had long since grown into his confidence, but now he just wanted to blurt out how pretty this woman was, “I like your dreads.”
Jason almost hit himself in the face, because clearly he was an idiot.
To his surprise the woman just smiled softly, “Thank you. I like your red helmet.”
Jason took off his helmet, revealing his face. The woman seemed cool and collected, as she gazed at his face, it was more like an appraising gaze than anything else, but Jason could feel a slight blush form anyway. The woman looked away, her eyes sweeping the room again, and Jason could tell she was a born warrior.
“The name’s Jason.” Jason said, trying to reclaim any coolness he possessed, and stuck his hand out.
The woman looked at his hand for a second, as if the movement confused her. Eventually she took his hand in hers, and Jason felt a spark of static electricity through the contact. He would later brag about how there were literal sparks when they first touched.
“I’m Y/N.”
There was a moment of silence as Jason tried to think of the nest thing to say, while this woman had a addictive aura and intense beauty, she wasn’t a sparkling conversationalist.
But it turned out Jason didn’t need to speak.
“What are your opinions on the proceedings?” Y/N asked.
And Jason was a little upset that she only wanted to talk about work, but he understood.
“I think if we rule out killing at all times we won’t get far, sometimes people need to be stopped. Permanently.” Jason answered.
Y/N’s facial expression didn’t change, and for a moment Jason wondered if he should have lied. Maybe she was like Bruce, a believer that no one should ever be killed.
But then Y/N turned to him, a shy smile stretching across her face, it made her even more beautiful. Her face almost glowed, even with this small smile, and Jason felt his heart sputter for a second.
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Request from @bookish-and-shy Hi! Can I request a female New Zealander dating Dick and hanging out with the Batfam? And they make hobbit jokes and stuff because she’s pretty short? I’ve seen Aussie specific fix’s but never kiwi ones. Sorry it’s pretty specific!! I love your work so much, you write so well! If you’re too busy to do it it’s 100% fine, I hope your brother gets better soon! Thanks!
Just a disclaimer, I found everything about New Zealand and such online so anything that is not accurate to New Zealand, blame the internet and not me. (I hope you like this, it was so fun learning about New Zealand). I also based the attitude on my one Kiwi friend and he’s a bit of a jerk, this doesn’t mean all New Zealanders are jerks, but it was what I had to work with.
-You were born and raised in New Zealand, moving to Bludhaven for school. There you felt a little like a fish out of water, when you read about America it seemed so crazy and fun (and the accents were cute), but now that you were here you just wanted to go home and if you heard one more Goddamn American asking you if you liked ‘shrimp on the barby’ you were going to kill someone.
-You and Dick met at a pub, where he said he liked your accent, and correctly identified you as a kiwi, a first in America.
-Your first date with Dick was when you invited him over to watch the Black Caps in the Cricket World Cup. He wasn’t all that interested in it, but he had a great time with you.
-You didn’t realise that he counted it as your first date, you thought that you two were just hanging out and catching the game.
-You quickly discovered that Dick’s greatest source of amusement is asking you what you call things and then telling you the English counterpart.
-”Y/N! What do you call that?”
-”A Chilly Bin.”
-”In America we call them coolers.”
-”I know Dick, I live here.”
-Dick introduces you to his family after a while and you come over for tea. And you decided that you liked Alfred the best.
-You quickly realise that many of his siblings think New Zealand slang is funny, like when you watched Jason swallow down an entire meal in less than a minute, you couldn’t help but say:
-”He eat so much, your brother’s such a hungus.”
-Without skipping a beat or knowing what a hungus was Jason replied, “Shut up hobbit!”
-You could never really shake that nick name afterwards.
-You become close with all of Dick’s family, and they easily include you into their family. This means countless terrible jokes about New Zealand, Hobbit nickname for life, and all of the kids (including your traitor boyfriend) impersonating your accent terribly.
-Also everytime the boys are giving you presents they just hand you Kiwi the fruit, and everytime you yell at them, because KIWI ARE THE NATIONAL ANIMAL NOT SOME STUPID FRUIT!
-Whenever Tim sees a kiwi fruit in the supermarket he takes a picture and send you the caption ‘is this you?’
-Dick and you have a great relationship, and unbeknownst to you he bought tickets to New Zealand and a diamond ring for the trip.
Request: Could I ask for a “one bed trope” with Diana?
Thanks @wildefire for the request, my life has sorely been laking so cute Diana.
You and Diana had been on the run for a couple of days, the world was under the incorrect assumption that she was evil. It was a ploy started by Lex Luthor, and all of the enhanced individuals on the Justice League were driven into hiding. Diana had insisted that you traveled with her, safety in small numbers or something.
The two of you had been traveling for days, and while Diana seemed to not need any sleep you truly did.
Today was the most difficult part of your journey, it was day three of no sleeping and just driving. The rain was coming down in sheets, dangerously heavy, and the wind was shaking your sturdy car slightly. And because Diana was an Amazon and didn’t really know how to drive, you were the only one who had been. You were tired and had a head ache.
“Diana, I see a motel, can we stop for tonight?” You asked, pointing out your window to a sign advertising a crappy motel with vacancy.
Diana opened her mouth, she looked like she was going to say no, but when she saw you, tired with dark bags under your eyes her face softened. Diana often forgets that you aren’t as powerful as she is.
“Okay.” Diana spoke softly, and you thanked her.
Pulling off into the motel’s parking lot, you sent Diana in to get a room, pushing the cash that Bruce had given you when he found out you needed to run into her hands. You were so tired that you figured you might fall asleep while trying to receive the keys. You forced her to leave her sword with you, which she wasn’t all to happy about but grumbiling agreed.
Diana returned to you moments later, a room key in her hands. She helped you into the room, both of your bags on her back. You opened the door to the room and you almost ran to the giant bed without a second thought, expect you realised that there was only one giant bed.
“Diana.” You muttered, you face flushed red, “There’s only one bed.”
Diana looked at you as if you were dumb, but you felt your face on fire. How could you be expected to sleep in the same bed as Diana, she was the most beautiful woman on the planet, and you were being asked to sleep in a bed with her? This was not going to end well.
“This was the only room they had.” Diana replied.
You nodded dumbly and went to sit on the edge of the bed, nervous energy suddenly replacing your tiredness.
“Are you sure we should be sleeping… together?” You asked, ignoring the double meaning, because Diana probably didn’t catch it.
This felt improper, Diana is a princess of a mystical place. And sure she is a warrior princess, but it still feels improper, as if you should be on the floor or something.
“Of course.” Diana waved her hand dismissively, sitting on the other side of the bed and tugging off her shoes.
You felt the flush deepen, but followed suit. When you finished getting on your sleepingware you turned to see Diana only in her underwear, you almost choked on your own spit. She is beautiful, and Amazonian model, and you were about to sleep in the same bed as the scantily clad woman.
“Is this alright?” Diana asked noticing your reaction.
“No-Yeah. I mean it’s alright, lets go to bed.” You replied stumbling over your words and feeling foolish.
Diana nodded, and you slipped under the covers. Diana chose to sleep on top of the covers, her sword next to her side of the bed. She had insisted on sleeping closer to the door, and extra layer of protection. You smiled at the thought of her protecting you.
The bed was not large, there was only about an inch of empty space between you and Diana, and you could feel her warmth, even as you burrowed under the blankets. She slept with her black to the door, facing you, and you faced her as well.
You were driting off, happily almost asleep when you felt soft fingers brush against the side of your face. Diana’s touch was feather light, so light you almost didn’t think it was there.
You were about to open your eyes, you didn’t know what you would say, but you were saved when Diana began to whisper into the darkness. Her voice was honey sweet and smooth, but quiet enough that it wouldn’t have roused you if you were awake. “My brave beautiful Y/N, thank you for coming with me.”
This was different than the warrior Diana you were used to. Her voice was so soft and sweet, kindness radiating from her words, and they filled your stomach with a warmth that you weren’t used to.
“You are so strong, coming with me. I owe you everything, you are the reason I fight and I breath.” Diana continued, still thinking you were asleep. You didn’t know what to do, what to do with this information. The most beautiful princess in the world was enamoured with you? You wanted to smile, but you were too tired.
You were too exhausted to crap your eyes open, or to speak, so instead you moved across the inch of empty space and curled up into her. After a surprised second, Diana’s strong hands wrapped around you, her hands sorching even through the blanket wrapped around you.
There was silence for a long moment, and you could feel sleep coming up to claim you. That was when you felt the kiss on your forehead, a warm and solid pressure of her lips. You wanted to smile, but you were on the edge of dreams that you weren’t even sure if this was real.
What you did know was tomorrow morning you would be talking to Diana, and telling her that you felt the same way.
So I’m going to open requests for exactly twenty-four hours. Too many requests really stress me out, but I am home all of next week taking care of my little brother. So please send some in, and I will write them (don’t expect them quickly I post once a week generally) but I do promise to get to them all).
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