Bruce Wayne who gets his fiance a wedding ring not with a diamond bc those are not as rare and priceless as people believe them to be. Instead he has a ring made with a rare crystal.
I love to imagine love at first sight with Jason Todd but i just know that man has the meanest rbf and it would take some time to figure out that that's just his face and he's not angry before the whole love thing can come into effect.
Jason Todd dating someone from the League of Assasins
-only she’s not an assassin; She was their interior designer.
You’d be surprised by how often the Al Ghuls get bored with their interior and decide they need a change.
The League still needs furniture, layouts, and aesthetics. No one wants to meditate in a badly lit stone dungeon or train in a room that’s displeasing to look at.
Which is where she comes in.
She didn’t exactly apply for the job. She was unlucky enough to end up in an online bidding war with Ra’s for some vase from his past. He won, obviously.
Luckily for her, he decided she was perfect for the job.
And that is how she ended up as the League’s Interior Designer. Maybe she befriends a few gardeners or butlers. But all in all, it isn’t too shabby of a job.
The ones with the regular jobs are expected to not pay too much attention to the ongoings of the League for their own safety. (Lest one of the Al Ghuls or assassins decide they know too much and gets rid of them)
But during her time there she does learn some faces.
She vaguely registers Jason as one of the new (handsome) apprentices but other than that doesn’t think too much of it.
Time passes and she’s gotten fired (replaced by some new designer Ra’s decided was more talented) but isn’t all too upset about it. She got a couple of years of experience in her pocket now and has carved out her place in the design world as established, talented and competent.
By the time she’s on her way to running her own design firm she runs into Jason.
She barely recognizes him at first, that’s how much he’s changed.
He’s suspicious at first. Thinks it might be a ploy from the League or something.
It’s not.
They hit it off after that.
Bruce has a minor heart attack when he finds out Jason has started dating someone from the League. He worries Jason is getting pulled back into the League.
Bruce: She could be a spy
Jason: B, her worst enemy is modern minimalism. I think we’ll survive.
Bruce: What about her contacts within the League? What was her influence?
Jason: Dunno, guess she hung out with the gardeners a lot
Bruce: …the gardeners
Jason: Well she couldn’t hang out with the chefs, obviously. You think the assassins are lethal with their knives but they don’t hold a candle to those cook pricks.
Bruce: She was part of a cult
Reader: No, I worked for a cult. Big difference. A cult with one hell of a budget, might I add. It might not be ethetical but the projects I got to work on sure were a good addition for my protfolio.
Bruce: She could be dangerous.
Jason: The only thing dangerous about her is her side eye if your house isn’t properly decorated.
Jason: B, I get you’re worried. But she was just the girl who picked out throw pillows for assassins. The worst she’s done to me since we started dating is scold me for putting my boots on an antique rug.
Jason is right, ofcourse. The most damage she could do within the League was decorate someone’s room with glittery neons or pretty pastels if they were rude to her.
Dick thinks it’s hilarious. “Does the League have, like, a theme catalog or something?”
(They so do.)
Damian recognizes her as ‘the decorator’ back when he was a child. She used to design his room like twice a year (per Talia’s request). They may have spoken like 7 sentences total to each other during her time there.
Damian: Todd is dating you... the decorator. Tt.
Reader: The child tyrant. You’ve grown into the scowl nicely.
(Though he did appreciate the time she re-did his room and added an accurate starry night sky on his ceiling. He tries to insist he doesn’t care is, but she represents one of the few gentle things he was allowed during his childhood – and that matters.)
When she enters Wayne manor for the first time, she sympathetically pats Damian on the shoulder. "Wow, you're really slumming with the poor now, huh. How ever do you survive?"
Damian huffs, "That might have worked when i was three but i can recognize sarcasm now."
Imagine Jason started dating a civillian and the batfamily has no clue how he's managing to hide his vigilante life from her while he's barely doing anything to hide it.
meanwhile this is them like two weeks into the relationship:
Her: Are you in a fight club?
Jason: What?
Her: I'm just sayin', i see you bruised more than not and this is gotham so it wouldn't really surprise me
Jason: I'm not in a fight club
Her: Ah, got it. First rule of fight club is don't talk about fight club
Jason: Sweetheart, no.
Her: No, no, i complete understand
Jason: I truly doubt it
Her: No, i get it. You are absolutely not in a fight club *wink*
and that is how Jason managed to hide his Red Hood identity from her for a good year before he finally told her the truth.
Where is she? She… a bank? Right, she went to the bank because some pickpocket took her wallet. As a life-long Gothamite it was honestly a bit pathetic that this happened without her noticing. Anyway, she's at the bank. Wasn’t she talking to someone?
There was an explosion…she thinks. She had been waiting in line so she probably wasn’t the only one there. She knows that because she remembers (vaguely) and hears someone screaming in pain or maybe horror close to her through the ringing in her ears.
It was alright. They’d be alright. At least, she was pretty sure she would be.
Any moment now and help would show up. Whether that was the police or…
Jason!
She’d been talking to Jason on the phone while she was waiting in line. They were talking about… what were they talking about again? Wait…where is she?
“Oh, shit,” she heard a familiar voice say.
Tim.
Tim was here and if Tim was here that meant that, right, Jason. He’d be here too. Jason never likes leaving her alone with his family for too long. Either because they’ll tell her embarrassing stuff about him or the other way around. He doesn’t like them thinking he’s getting soft (he is).
Perks of having girlfriend privileges meant that she got to see that side of him more than anyone else. She loves it. She loves him. He loves her too. She should tell him more often that she loves him. Did she tell him she loves him today yet? She should probably tell him that she loves him again just in case.
Wait…where is she again? What’s going on?
She tried to open her eyes and immediately closed them again when she saw the spinning ceiling. Ceilings weren’t supposed to spin unless you were in a funhouse and she hasn’t been in one of those since she started dating Jason because it reminds him too much of Joker.
She hates Joker. He’s cruel and insane and always blows stuff up.
Oh yeah, there was an explosion. Was it Joker who did it? She hoped not. That would upset Jason. Has she told him she loves him today yet?
The searing heat that had been shooting up her arm faded away. Everything was fading. Her thoughts didn’t sound as loud in her own head anymore.
Just then, she felt herself being lifted into the air. She was flying, just like she’d been when Jason first kissed her. Where’s Jason? Wasn’t she talking to him just now?
“Stay with me,” a voice called to her from somewhere very far away. She wanted to smile because she recognized that voice but her face felt too heavy to move. Jason was here. Everything would be alright, just like she knew it would be. She wanted to tell him that but the darkness was wrapping around her.
And then there was only silence.
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The second he laid down on their bed a flux of emotions threatened to overwhelm him. He threw his arm over his stinging eyes to block the setting sunlight.
Jason had gotten too comfortable. He knew he had. At some point during their relationship he started to get used to the idea that when he woke up each morning, she’d be in his life brightening it up the way the sun does during the day and the stars do in the night.
He’d always been a violent man, bodies stacking up behind him and blood covering his hands. He didn’t like what he had to become to keep the streets clear but it was necessary. He learned to live with his self-loathing. He thought that at least this way he was doing something significant, something that will be remembered.
Then she came into his life like a fucking hurricane that instead of leaving a mess made it better than it was before they crossed paths.
She made him soft. Damn it, he knew she did. He would be seen being dragged by his arm by her. It caused quite the amusement with them looking the equivalent of a puppy and a bear.
His days were filled with her. Her laughing silently, as he lay back on the armchair, his head in her lap. She’d stroke his hair and move it from his forehead, with a sweet smile on her face as if everyone wanted to be in her place.
It was nice to be able to rely on someone. To be able to trust her fully and know that she won’t hurt him nor he her.
He should’ve known better. People like him don’t get to have nice things. But the dream of happiness, it followed him like a desperate pup without a leash, stuck in the dark corners of his mind, always sneaking up on him when he wasn’t expecting it.
How long Jason laid there staring at the ceiling didn’t know. He never saw it coming. This is the pain he has earned.
‘She was just at the wrong place at the wrong time,” Dick had said, probably knowing his words wouldn’t get through to Jason but wanting him to hear them anyway.
He managed to pull her out just in time. Not as himself but as Red Hood, probably only endangering her more than he already has by freaking out the way he did when she wouldn’t wake up.
Nine days she’s been in the hospital now. Nine days of sitting at her bedside. Nine days of feeling his skin crawl at the way she laid there so motionlessly surrounded by beeping machines that kept her alive.
A medically induced coma. She was only supposed to stay in it for a few days before it’d be up to her to wake up on her own. By day eight Jason pretty much lost all hope but refused to leave nonetheless.
A few hours ago his friends put their foot down and made him go home to shower and get some sleep while they would take shifts sitting at her bedside ‘just in case’.
He couldn’t remember feeling so powerless, and this – staring at that damned heart monitor – was at least something he could control.
If he didn’t keep an eye on her, he’d go insane. It’s his fault she’s here in the first place.
She loves him. He knew that with the same certainty as he knew the earth was round and the color of blood was red and two plus two would always be four. She loves him.
This feeling was something new. It heated up everything inside of him, every thought, every feeling, every moment, every day.
Dick’s name flashes across his phone and Jason swallows thickly, feeling as though the lump that had grown in his throat would sooner choke him.
He didn’t hesitate after picking up. “Is she dead?”
Dick was quiet for a second, probably startled by Jason’s bluntness. “She’s awake.”
Dick said more after that but Jason wasn’t listening. He rolled over and scrambled to his feet; he was shaking uncontrollably. He vaguely registered Alfred offering to drive him but Jason was already reaching for his helmet.
Moments later he was standing in front of her hospital room, the journey there a blur. His entire body was alive with energy, buzzing, he could feel the adrenaline fizzing in his veins.
He can hear that damned heart monitor through the door. He finds that there is a jittery sort of apprehension buzzing in his chest.
Slowly he opens the door and the moment he does he makes eye contact with her. She looks sickly and tired and her hair is tangled at the ends. She has never looked more beautiful.
He’s staring at her, unblinking. He felt like a performer suddenly thrust on stage without a script. No word or gesture seemed right.
She sent him an almost questioning smile and he looked back evenly, knowing he would be unable to return it. When she realized he wasn’t going to smile back like he always did, her grin died, worry blooming in her eyes instead.
He had to tear his gaze away from her when he felt that uncomfortable burning sensation in his eyes that signaled the onslaught of emotion about to hit him full force.
She shifted in her seat, anticipation making her fidgety. “Are you just going to keep standing out there or will you come in? I missed you, you know? Well, I wasn’t awake but I still did.”
He somehow manages to make his way to the bed on pitifully shaky legs and sits down next to her. She reaches for his hand almost out of habit and smiles up at him. And then, finally, his tears came.
She easily allowed him to pull her into a hug, murmuring sweet assurances and hugging him back as tightly as she could muster. “I’m okay,” she whispered. He couldn’t stop crying as he gasped for air. He couldn’t breathe.
Her hand slid into his hair, toying with the strands and lightly scratching his scalp. It took a while but Jason eventually pulled himself together, his hold on her loosening but keeping her close.
She spoke after a while, a tiny smile pulling on her lips. “I suppose you’ve got the ‘in-sickness-and-in-health’ part of the vows down alright.”
He looked at her incredulously. “We’re not married.”
She gasps in mock offence. “So that candy ring you gave me wasn’t you proposing?”
He was not going to smile. He would not. He refuses.
He met her wide faux-innocent eyes.
Damn it.
He ran his hand over her hair, smoothing it away from her face. “Awake for not even an hour and already making me question my sanity. What am I supposed to do with you?”
She smiled smugly, “You’re totally flirting with me right now, and I need you to know that it’s working.”
He snorted out a laugh, feeling relief course through him at her ability to joke with him remained, even in her state. He reaches out and lays his hand over hers. They’re icy. He squeezes, trying to warm them.
Suddenly he’s reminded of where they are and why they are there. The memory of her in his arms, unconscious, head lolling back and not waking up as he carried her to safety too little too late. If-
“I can sense your guilt from over here,” she deadpans. “It’s like a bad taste in the back of my throat.”
He squeezed his eyes shut, “It’s not a joking matter.”
“It’s not,” she agreed solemnly. “The only bad taste I should have is from the hospital food.”
“You almost died because of me.” He spat. “I’m the reason for all your pain and troubles. Without me-”
Her lips curled in the most adorable frown. “Without you there’d be no problem at all. I’d be dead already.”
“I’d do anything for you,” He would. He’d do anything for her. She just didn’t believe him yet. “If staying away from you would keep you safe it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.”
“Well I’m not.” She said stubbornly, looking him straight in the eye, not a waver in her voice. His panic must be clear in his eyes because her softened in pity. She gently squeezed his arm, grounding him. “Do you want to break up?”
“No ofcourse not but-”
“So you don’t want to break up and I don’t want to break up so we won’t, problem solved.” she clapped her hands together in a way that said ‘and that’s final’. “I’m not leaving you unless you tell me to. You can doubt all you want. I have faith enough for the both of us. Now stop being an idiot and hold me.”
He wanted to scream at her, push her away for her own safety and make it clear they were done. But in that moment, he knew she was right. And instead of saying anything at all, he kissed her.
When he pulled away, it was only for a second to breathe, and then his mouth was back on hers, holding her there for as long as he could. She starts to smile against his lips. He’s almost positive the intensity of his heartbeat could be heard all the way across the hospital. He pressed their foreheads together before he staggered a sigh. Strands of his hair fell into his eyes and like always she couldn’t help but reach up to brush them away, a habit that had his lips curl up into a soft smile.
“Does this mean once I get out of here we can go to that one Italian restaurant that is way too overpriced but has the best bruschetta? I’ve been craving it ever since I woke up.” She asked hopefully.
“As you wish,” he nodded, smiling at the way her eyes lit up at the Princess Bride reference. She adores that movie.
“And you’ll read to me every night until I’m better?” she smiled sweetly.
“As you wish.”
“And…” she bit her lip, thinking deeply. “You’ll actually go to bed on time and get a healthy sleeping schedule?”
He tuts, feigning disapproval and looked over at her, nudging her gently. “Don’t push it”
She curled up again, tucking her head against his shoulder. “Worth a try. You probably should listen to me though. You look like a zombie that got run over. Did you get any sleep while I was out?”
“Always so bossy and demanding.” he said, answering her question by not answering.
She scowled at him and his frown deepened to hide his smile. “It's called being concerned for your health and wellbeing which is saying sonething since I'm the one in a hospital bed. And you like when I'm bossy and demanding.”
“Do not.”
She looked at him evenly, beautiful eyes snaring him. “Stop staring at me like that then.”
“I’m not staring” He absolutely was. He constantly feels like a child caught gawking. He's lucky she likes when he stares at her. It always makes her smile bloom like a flower in sunlight when she catches him gazing at her.
“Yes you are, you always look at me funny” she told him pointedly.
“You mean with love?”
Her answering smile is positively infuriating. “Is that what it is? Alright then.”
“Yes, that’s what it fucking is, you little brat.” He grumbled, trying and failing not to sound petulant.
She coos at him, “Has anyone told you how charming you are?”
“I hear grumpy more often than not” he retorts, feeling the heat rise to his face.
She let out an incredulous laugh, one that eased the tension out of her shoulders in a wave of giddiness.
She turned to him, a feigned look of gravity on her face. “When you get bored of me you won’t turn into one of those recluse who lives on the edge of some village in the mountains who kids tell horror stories about.”
The way her mind works was fascinating to him. And sometimes a little concerning.
He quirks an eyebrow, “I thought I passed the ‘in-sickness-and-in-health’ test?”
She held out her left hand and wiggled her fingers “See this? Completely empty and boring.”
“Definitely needs some decorating,” he agreed.
She hums happily, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes. “Good. Then I take back what I said about getting bored of me. You’re no longer allowed to.”
He couldn’t help but grin, not wasting the opportunity to lean over and hide his smile in her hair, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head as he did so.
“You are the single most interesting person I have ever met, and that is never going to change.”
He slid his arms down her front and pulls her into his chest. The world always felt much calmer around her. She let herself melt into him and her eyes close. He pressed a final kiss to the top of her head, before falling asleep.
I want to fidget with his hands. Gently tracing each finger, drawing shapes in the palm of his hand, the warmth and weight of his hand in mine soothing me. And we just sit in silence as I do this, each other’s presence being enough to just relax and enjoy the moment of peace.
A Gina Linetti coded reader working for the Justice League
She would be in charge of scheduling, logistics, public relations, and, in her mind she is the leader of the ‘don’t-be-a-bore’ department.
She’s in charge of every Justice Leage social media account. Not a single serious thing is posted.
It’s video’s of Superman floating and and bumping his head on the ceiling and pictures of their most unflattering facial expressions.
The League’s public image would skyrocket, but at the cost of their dignity.
She could drive them to the brink of madness, but the League as a whole would become an even bigger pop culture phenomenon.
They now have merch that people actually buy.
The Watchtower's intercom system would be constantly hijacked for her personal announcements, including bizarre philosophical takes and self-aggrandizing speeches.
Would definitely turn interviews and press conferences into her own show.
She replaces the mission alarm with "Work" from Rihanna because "You heard the queen. Go fight some bag guys."
Somehow she changed everyone’s auto-correct without anyone noticing so that when they type each other’s names or any alias it changes into the nicknames she gave them. This resulted in texts like
(Flash= Fast and Flirtatious, Superman = Boy Scout Supreme, Batman = Broody McBroodface, Wonder Woman = Amazon Prime, Green Lantern = Space Cop, Aquaman = Captain Nemo, Martian Manhunter = E.T., and many more.)
Organizes random mandatory morale-boosting exercises just to mess with them.
"Today, we’re doing interpretative dance battles to resolve inner team conflict."
“This is Just Dance.”
“Exactly. Now chop chop Batsy, move those hips.”
Just as she suspected (hoped), the Justice Leage got weirdly intense during Just Dance battles. She loves it, and has sneakily taken several videos on her phone.
The Flash and her love joking around, and would probably spend hours making inside jokes at the expense of everyone else.
"What if we make all the monitors on the Watchtower show a 24-hour loop of our best dance moves?"
She admired Wonder Woman long before she even got the job. Diana would probably commend her confidence and ability to command attention in a room full of heroes and vigilantes as a civilian.
She’d disrupt Batman’s brooding at every opportunity. She will get him to help her prank Superman.
She has hacked Batman’s voice modulator so he’d sound like he inhaled helium.
Replaced all the Batarangs with fidget spinners.
Made Batman wear Crocs to a Justice League meeting. No one knows how she got him to do that, and Batman only says ‘no comment’ when asked about it.
She’d completely ignore Aquaman’s actual power level and just make endless jokes about sea creatures. Her friendship with him is a mix of relentless teasing and genuine admiration. Calls him things like ‘Protein Shake in Human Form’.
At least one hero would quit temporarily out of frustration.
She sees Hal as the perfect combination of "hot but dumb."
While on her free time she digs up every single secret can find and files it in a folder. (Oliver’s folder was simply pictures of him in his normal clothes, which she called embarrassing.)
Started a Twitter account called @TheRealBruceWayne and convinced people it’s actually him.
All-in-all the Justice League are often exasperated by her antics but also deeply protective of her.
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