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[bat1nsignia]

drabble #16! fluff, bruce wayne

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there wasn’t a single man on earth who wasn’t jealous of bruce wayne 

i mean, look at him— he literally has it all. besides his face and physique, bruce belonged to one of the founding families of gotham and is single-handedly the richest and most powerful man in the entire city. not to mention, you were his striking and beautiful wife, always by his side as a wife any man would dream for

a group of men approached you and bruce’s table, watching you laugh at something he whispered in your ear with a faint smirk. “wayne” one of the men spoke, making both bruce and you pause your conversation and look at them 

“we need to talk about business” the other said, his eyes darting at you before quickly looking away and clearing his throat, almost distracted by your beauty. i mean, you were wearing bvlgari

bruce raised a small eyebrow, his smirk fading. “gentleman i’d love to. but as you can see, me and my wife—"

“it’s fine” you turned to give him a small, reassuring smile. “i can go”

“are you sure, sweetheart?”

“mhm. plus, i spotted dinah with ollie”

bruce gave you a soft, worried look. a look that silently told you that you didn’t need to do this and that he’d rather spend the night with you. but your smile just softened, and you silently nodded as an ‘i’m-sure’, not looking offended at all. of course, you didn’t like it when your husband was busy. but at the end of the day, business is business 

you got up from your seat, feeling bruce’s hand on your waist reluctantly slither away from the soft silk of your dress. but before you could fully walk away from the table, your hand slowly trailed on the top rail of the chair before gently lifting bruce’s head for you to kiss him from behind— a kiss that was soft and deep, a kiss that would immediately turn passionate if it were not for the group of men that were watching

you pulled away— despite bruce wanting more— before giving a polite smile to the group of men and walking away towards dinah and ollie's direction, wiping your smudged lipstick with your finger

meanwhile bruce turned to face the men, his lips now having very visible traces of your lipstick— all with no intention from him to wipe it off. instead, he gestured to the free seats in front of him. “gentlemen” he spoke, not caring about the color on his lips while ignoring the slightly dropped jaws from the men and envious eyes. “lets talk business”

what a lucky man bruce wayne was, indeed

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(a/n: its been SO long since i wrote wife!reader for bruce stop thats my #dada anyway i wrote this on the train in like 10 mins help)

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[rhettroblues]

You can do anything. People think they know you. They just see you as "Bob." They pity Bob. I'm the only one who knows what your true potential is, Robert. And it's limitless. THUNDERBOLTS* (2025) — dir. Jake Schreier

[sup-its-cat]

WHY HAVE I SEEN NO ONE TALK ABOUT HOW THE GRACE SCULPTURE LOOKS LIKE THE LITTLE DUDE FROM THIS MEME

THAT WAS LITERALLY MY FIRST THOUGHT UPON SEEING IT IN THE MOVIE

[tichelcain]

i like to think that stephanie meyer told herself “the worst they can say is no” over and over in the mirror before asking mcr about the twilight soundtrack

the worst they could say was not no.

[hamilhansen]

Where I Draw the Line

Husband!Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Your husband is hot as hell, but you gotta draw the line somewhere. (About 1k wds)

A/N: HEY GUYS. It’s my first smut. It’s definitely super serious, totally sensual, I mean it’s really hot stuff 🥵 It’s totally not unhinged or funny at all. For real. Trust me.

18+ Minors MDNI. Smut, PIV, Ride ‘Em Cowgirls

“Ohh, shit, baby.”

Your husband, Eddie Munson, is currently falling apart beneath you as you bounce expeditiously on his cock. His hands are gripping you as your bottom smacks upon his pelvis in a crude, indelicate manner. His cock is continuously nudging the very peak of your inner heat in a way that is surely going to leave it bruised and sore. Your back is arched, pushing your waist into his hands as he grips onto the plush expanse of your abdomen, desperately searching for something to keep him grounded while you continue the assault on his cock.

“Eddie! Fuck!” You whine, rapidly approaching the pinnacle of human existance, the meaning of life, the chemical release that will momentarily alter your brain chemistry, blinding you to to the woes of continued actuality around you. You change your position and rhythm, leaning forward to nudge the very tip of his length softly against the promised land inside of you. You roll your hips, bracing your hands on his chest to ensure leverage as you grind your swollen nub against him like a piece of flint chasing a spark.

“Fuuck, baby. Such a good girl using my cock like that, shit.” he stutters, breath catching on his words like his lungs are being squeezed with a vice.

You feel yourself approaching finality, the sensation climbing, climbing, climbing, and like mercury inside of a thermometer you are close to bursting out of your containment as your heat escalates. “Eddie—” you huff, rocking, rocking, rocking. “—fuck, baby I’m cumming!” You cry out as your vocal chords are pulled taut with desire, your husband assisting you charitably as you feel the flow of pleasure course through your body like a river of want and need. You collapse on top on him as he caresses the length of your hair and pulls your dazed head up. He peppers your face with sweet pecks. “Oh, sweetheart, you did so good.” he adulates, patiently anticipating the moment when the fog clears as he gently traces his hand along the dips in your back.

As you come to, you consciously decide that the man who so graciously puts your needs above his own deserves to be ravished in return. You kiss him all across his face, along the expanse of his neck and the planes of his chest as you close your eyes and prepare to return the consideration by rearranging yourself into the opposite position, one that he favors. You lift yourself from his body as you swing your body around to straddle his pelvis in the reverse position.

“Baby, ahh, baby that’s so fucking sexy—”

He moans sensually as he raps your ass and you firmly take his cock into your hand, expertly guiding it back into your treasure, slowly sinking back down onto him, allowing him to gaze upon the fullness of your pocket in the most intimate manner. You wrap your hands around his thighs as you prepare to bring him to his climax, slow rocking your hips as he sputters and whines.

You continue the movement, slowly opening your eyes until you finally see it. You stop what you’re doing.

“…Eddie?” you begin as he’s rubbing his hands along the width of your ass, silently wondering why the seduction has ceased. You continue, “What the fuck is that?”

He perks his head up as he attempts to deduce the thing that has you stopped in your track, still gripping onto your sides as if he wouldn’t dare let go. “…what?”

Your voice is clipped and curt, “Why didn't you take your socks off?”

His head sinks back into his pillow, hands continuing to keep you secure and enveloped around him. “…my toes get cold.”

Your body begins to shake as a silent snicker escapes and you exclaim, “You couldn’t have picked a better pair!? They don’t even fit you, oh my God!” Your body is now fighting a different kind of release.

“They were the only ones I had in my drawer!” He proclaims.

You can no longer fight the urge in your chest, the feeling in your throat as you release a full-bodied chortle and bring your forehead down between his knees, doubled over in merriment. “Babe! Oh my fucking God,” you squeak out as you catch your breath, “they’re all floppy and pointy at the toe like a fucking cartoon character.” You wheeze. “You look like one of the seven dwarfs!” You nearly screech as the laughter hits a new fever pitch, your body convulsing, the air catching in your nose creating a snort.

“STOOP!” He whines in a giggle that creates a further quake in the bed. The conflicting feeling of you wrapped around his member while doubled over in laughter is creating a chasm in his sanity.

You continue the barrage of joy as you truthfully admit, “I can’t—I’m gonna fart—I can't stop, ohmygod!”

The glee is contagious as he chokes out a plea. “Don't fucking fart with my cock inside of you, Jesus Christ!” His arms are now crossed over his eyes as he cackles, showcasing his joy at experiencing a different kind of pleasure, tears threatening to escape his eyes as the both of you submit to the hilarity of the situation.

You wipe your tears as you climb off of him, snuggling into his chest as you beg, “Please throw those socks away, ohmygod. I can't fuck one of the seven dwarfs babe, I just can't.” You say as the laughter slowly dies down, fits continuing bursting out of each of you every time you think about what just happened. He kisses your head as he contends, “I guess we all gotta draw the line somewhere.”

"That we do,” you smile up at him, the moment passing, now etched into the annals of your marriage like a legend to be told between the two of you for years to come. “Now take those off so I can suck your cock.”

A/N: If you’re done with me, don’t worry. I’m done with me, too 🤣 I hope you all learned your lesson that when I say “trust me” it means “don’t trust me at all.”

[vamplire]

Kate Bush as a Bat for “Breathing” her 1980 single.

Photographer: John Carder Bush

[imnotcryingyouare1]

heyyy! Can you write a comedic Aerion x Wife!Reader where his brothers absolutely adore her and are always trying to spend quality time with her while Aerion gets ridiculously possessive and annoyed about it? (sorry if you’ve already written something like this and I just haven’t found it yet!)

She’s mine

Crack fic!!!! He’s so pathetic it’s amazing. This was so fun to write!!! Thank you for the request🩵 feel free to send more 🐉

“What are you pouting about?” Maekar asks his second son when he enters his private solar and finds his son sulking on the sofa. Looking like someone died.

“My wife.” Aerion responds dramatically resting his hand on his forehead, like a dramatic maiden. Truly pathetic.

“What about her?” Maekar asks not actually caring but he knows he can’t get anything done until he’s dealt with Aerion.

“She’s left me.”

“No she hasn’t.” Maekar say rolling his eyes, knowing that you’re just in the library with Aemon researching healing techniques.

“She has, she’s spending her time with everyone but me.” Aerion proclaims, thinking back to how you spent last night reading to his sisters before having a drink with Daeron. “She doesn’t love me anymore.”

“You’ve just come back from your second honeymoon.” Maekar says giving the boy a look. You both coming back from Dorne not even 2 weeks ago.

“Exactly we’re newlyweds she should be with me.” He responds already thinking of when he can take you on a third trip.

“You married over a year ago.” Maekar sighs, waiting for you both to give him a grandchild. Now not sure how Aerion will cope with you giving attention to a child.

“And?”

“Go away.” Maekar tells him sitting down behind his desk, having letters he’s got to deal with.

“That’s what she told me.” Aerion whines almost falling off the sofa when he moves dramatically.

“No she didn’t.” His father says, knowing you wouldn’t say that to your husband. You probably just told him to be quiet.

“It was implied.”

-

“Go away.” Aerion tells Rhae, the girl cuddling you in his bed, you reading to her.

“No, you go away.” She says snuggling into you.

“She’s my wife.” Aerion say pushing his youngest sister wanting her to leave so he can cuddle you.

“I was here first!” Rhae argues having been with you for the past hour, listening to you read.

“I was alive first!” Aerion argues back wanting you to himself.

“Enough!” You snap, fed up with the arguing as you have a headache. “Aerion if you would like to join us you can, but you have to be nice.”

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“Can I have a hug?” Egg asks having hurt himself in the training yard when he jumped off a wall. He’s perfectly fine he just wants some comfort.

“Of course sweetheart.” You say going to stand up from where you’re sat with Aerion knitting a blanket.

“No.” Aerion says pulling you back into his arms and away from the boy you’re trying to hug.

“Aerion! He can have a hug.” You say trying to get out of your husband clinging hands.

“No he can’t.” Aerion says practically wrapping himself around you so you can’t get up. “Get your own wife!”

“I’m 10!” Egg argues, now wanting the hug even more to upset his brother.

“What’s that got to do with me?” Aerion counters pressing kisses all over your face. “Now fuck off.”

-

“We should go out tonight.” Daeron says to you over dinner, the both of you sharing a bottle of wine or two.

“That would be nice, I heard there’s a play happening outside that tavern we like.” You say placing your hand over Aerion’s as he places his on your thigh.

“We have to go then.” Daeron says before getting interrupted by his brother.

“No.”

“Aerion.” You say with a sigh, your husband being too dumb to realise he was included in we. Like he is every time.

“No, you’re my wife not his.” Aerion whines wanting to watch the play with you. “Why can’t we go together?”

“You’re invited you moron.” Daeron says giving his brother a look, thinking Aerion jealously is dumb.

“Oh, when are we going?”

[grumfy]

Theseus and The Minotaur

[bat1nsignia]

soft side (requested! + ft. damian wayne !) husband!barry allen x wayne!reader

mentions: fluff fluff FLUFF, use of (name), bruce + reader = siblings, established marriage with barry, twins are named from the actual twins barry shares with iris cause i was too lazy to think of a new name, damian being the most adorable cousin ever, you guys go to the zoo together, barry literally catching strays LMAOAOO (this was so adorable to write ughhhh i got a bit too carried away with the dialogue. also when i open my requests i better see more barry requests cause i love this man)

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moving to central city was probably the best decision of your life. sure, you were far from gotham and the manor, but you started a new life for yourself. you met barry, you fell in love, you got married, and shared toddler twins whose energy and speed were on par with their father. it was a type of peace you thought you’d never experience— not since your parents died and not since you found out your brother was the big bad bat “mommy, look!” dawn pointed at a monkey, sitting on top of barry’s shoulders. “that’s a monkey!” and the mention of only you made barry fake pout. “hey! what about daddy?” he said in mock offense “you’re the monkey, daddy!” don joked as he was holding your hand, making both him and dawn let out giggles. you had to hold yourself from laughing while damian held back a smirk. for context, you and barry decided to take the twins to the central city zoo since you promised them a week ago. and damian just so happened to be in central city with something relating to the titans. when you found out about his visit, you immediately called him “damian! heard you’re in central city for a bit” “correct, aunt (name). the titans are meeting at our central city location for a mission briefing”

“ohh i see, are you free later? the twins miss their favorite cousin”

“well, father might need me for patrol in gotham tonight and grayson—“

“—we’re going to the zoo” “…. very well. i’ll call you when the briefing is finished” you knew damian couldn’t say no when it came with animals. and to be honest, you missed him. hell, you missed everyone back home in gotham— bruce, alfred, dick, everyone. but you knew that central city was the safest option for the twins. and plus, you were married to the flash and damian? he would rather die than admit it, but he missed you too to the fact that he harbored a grudge against barry for months after you moved out. don’t worry, though, that grudge is long gone— you hope. “now, remember what i said in the car” you reminded everyone. “no—" “no speed” both the twins, even barry, said in unison. but the twins said it in a defeated sigh as don looked up at you. “how are we gonna see all the animals as quick as possible?” he asked with a whine you crouched slightly and smoothed don’s hair back — blonde, just like barry’s— as he looked at you like you just ruined his entire life. “we’re not” you spoke gently. “we’re gonna enjoy them” don’s eyes — the same as yours— went down to the ground. “that sounds slow” he murmured. “it is slow” barry added, equally offended and before he could add anything,  you shot him a look behind don’s shoulder — the same look that bruce would give him whenever he threw a corny joke in the heat of the moment. the eery resemblance made your husband gulp. “right, no speed. got it”

impressed by the leash you had on barry, damian whispered to you with eyes fixed on barry and a nod of approval. “impressive” and just like you expected, the zoo trip quickly turned into chaos. dawn insisted on seeing everything, while don wanted to race between exhibits (which you shut down immediately) and barry kept “accidentally using just a little speed to keep them from wandering too far. but damian just stayed close— sometimes quietly reading the descriptions of the animals while other times, he’d hold dawn’s hand as she points and calls out every single animal what warmed your heart the most was the way damian would crouch beside the twins and explain every animal they saw with such quietness and softness it made you unknowingly smile to yourself. this right here was something you thought you’d never have— not in gotham, not growing up the way you and bruce did “that is a panthera pardus” damian pointed at the lounging leopard from behind the glass. and the sudden textbook definition made dawn blink. “a pan…pan—“ “leopard” don said confidently, making damian resist the urge to sigh but nevertheless, let it slide. “…yes.” when all of you went to the reptile house, things took a turn. don pressed his face right up to the glass with a big, excited grin. “snake!” he yelled, and both the word and the sight of the snake made dawn immediately climb onto damian like a koala. “nope! nope nope nope!” “…it is contained” damian said as his way of reassurance, though he adjusted his hold on her with one arm steady around her back. “it’s looking at me” she whispered dramatically “it is not” “it is” “it lacks the cognitive capacity for such intent” “… it’s still looking” damian paused as he looked at dawn — who buried her face into his shoulder— and at the snake, who was innocently slithering around its area unbothered. then, damian very deliberately shifted so his body blocked her view of the snake. “..it no longer is.” your chest tightened from the view, seeing how damian was reassuring and calming down dawn but in his own way. you always saw how damian would soften whenever he would be with the twins, talking to them and interacting with them in a way he only did to them. it made you remember the first time bruce brought him back into the manor— how he put up those invisible walls and guarded-like composure due to his time at the league— and realize how far he came at the next enclosure, there was a group of monkeys that swung wildly from branch to branch. and dawn perked up instantly. “daddy!” she pointed at one of the monkeys barry blinked. “…im sensing disrespect” he said, though there was no heat in his words. and dawn was continuing over her comparison between her father and the monkeys. “they’re fast like you” she said confidently “they’re also loud like you” you added and before barry could turn his head and defend himself, don pointed eagerly at the glass. “that one’s you, daddy!” and of course, it was a monkey that looked more abnormal than the others that made barry squint his eyes at the glass. “why is it always the weird one?” he complained and that made dawn giggle “because it’s you!” “i’ve never felt so attacked in my life” later, the twins decided they were hungry so you all went to the snack stand. you don’t know how, but don convinced barry to buy a toy animal to add with his juice box and snack bag you looked at don with a slightly worried expression. “don? are you sure you can carry all of these at once?” you asked, making barry nod. “yeah bud, i can carry-" “i can do it!” don insisted, trying to carry everything at once and ignoring the fact that everything in his hands was wobbling in his grip. but sadly, his independence lasted exactly three seconds before all of the stuff in his hands hit the ground a pause. then, his lip slowly wobbled, eyes starting to prickle with tears. “.. i dropped it” he murmured quietly. but before you or barry could step in, damian was already moving.

he crouched down and started to pick everything up quickly and efficiently. “you attempted to carry too many items at once” damian stated matter-of-factly as he handed them back to don one by one. “it was a tacitcal error.” don just sniffed. “oh..” he murmured in realization. “however—“ damian continued as he adjusted the grip in don’s hands. “—this can be corrected.” and one by one, damian redistributed the items but more balanced this time. “there.” and no tears left don's eyes-- crisis averted. barry leaned over to you and whispered as you two were watching the entire interaction “did robin just… gentle parent?” “don’t ruin it” soon, the sun started to set and the zoo was getting ready to close. and as all of you were approaching the exit, the weight of the long day started to weigh down on dawn and don. “dami… carry me..” dawn murmured as she sleepily reached for him again. damian hesitated but only for a second before carefully lifting her into his arms. just like his sister, don wanted to be carried as well, immediately grabbing onto his sleeve. “me too” “…this is inefficient” barry grinned before speaking. “you got it man, i believe in you.” that made damian shoot him a look before turning around and adjusting himself— one child on his hip and the other holding his hand you didn’t want damian to carry them if he didn’t want to. you begin to reach for your twin daughter in your nephew’s arms. “i can carry dawn—“ “no need” damian insisted, moving dawn further from your arms to prove his point. you just smiled and nodded as all of you continued to walk towards the exit don was half asleep as his hand was holding damian’s. and whenever he was half asleep, he’d mumble the first things that would come in mind “dami?” “yes?” “are you stronger than daddy?” from behind, barry cut in. “be careful-" “yes” damian said without hesitation and barry let out an actual offended gasp. “wow.” and that made dawn smile sleepily, murmuring in damian’s arms. “you’re stronger than daddy” “i am aware” “im standing right here!” once you all finally reached the exit, damian adjusted his arms so dawn can get more comfortable. then, he turned his head to face you. “..if you require assistance-” damian added, quieter now. “i can remain in central city longer” even though that slightly caught you off guard, it made you smile and reach over to gently brush a hand over his hair— something he doesn’t allow anyone except for you. “thank you” you thanked softly. “but you’ve got your own life too” damian said nothing but just nodded at your words, though his grip ond dawn and his hand on don’s gripped just slightly, betraying the truth. you crouched slightly to place a gentle hand on his cheek. “you’ve really grown, damian. im proud of you” “..i know” he replied with his voice low and almost sounding gruff —exactly like bruce’s— but there was a faint hint of softness in his eyes. don yawned, snuggling closer and leaning his head onto damian’s leg. “cousin dami… you’re the best” he murmured and dawn tiredly nodded her head in agreement before resting it back on damian  barry leaned over to you, a hand over your waist as he had a soft smile on his lips with his eyes still fixated on the twins not letting damian go. “he’s really good with them.” he commented, making you chuckle softly and resting your head briefly against barry’s shoulder. “yeah, hes…. different with them. softer than anyone would expect” damian heard you and shot a sharp glance toward you, though it lacked its usual edge. “i am not soft” he murmured “uh huh, not soft at all” “be quiet, allen” at this point, you're still convinced damian still has that grudge but as the sun set in central city, damian experienced the same feeling you felt when you moved out of gotham— peace

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masterlist!

(a/n: realized that barry was catching so much strays IM SO SORRY LMAOAOA)

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[gglouise23]

Pretty Girl

Jason todd x female reader

cw: reader wears makeup, fluffy with a capital f, very short

Jason Todd loves to watch you when you do your makeup. He’s in absolute awe with your precision and skill.

He also loves asking you questions every time.

“how’d you do that?” He asks when you apply your eyeliner. “It matches your other eye perfectly.”

you roll your eyes playfully. “Shut up, it does not. They look like inbred cousins and they’re supposed to look like twins.”

he gave you a kiss on the cheek. “You need to stop criticizing yourself.”

he’s also terrified of your eyelash curler. Jason Todd has faced countless criminals and villains, and even death, but watching you use an eyelash curler makes him shiver.

“How does that not rip out your eyelashes?!”

“Lots of practice. Also you don’t pull on it. You keep it in the same spot at all times.”

He watches you in awe every morning as you get ready for work. Of course he thinks you’re gorgeous without makeup, but he knows you enjoy doing it.

“You know you don’t need makeup, right? You’re gorgeous with and without it,” he tells you almost every morning.

“I know,” you reply, your confidence has always amazed him, “but it’s fun. It’s like I’m painting a portrait of myself.”

He gives you kisses after you finish every step. And once you’ve finished your whole routine and you’re about to walk through the door, he stops you for a minute just to murmur “my pretty girl” and give you a kiss.

okay, it’s more like ten kisses but who’s keeping track?

a/n: if you like this please like, reblog, comment, and check out my other works!!

[junderthebatsignal]

Who Proposes at the Grand Canyon?

pairing: Dick Grayson x fem!Reader

summary: In Dick's defense, proposing is terrifying.

tags: Established Relationship, Idiots in Love, Panic, Second-Hand Embarrassment, Comedy, Vomiting, Dick Grayson Is Not Having A Good Time

a/n: I saw this in a TikTok post about funny engagement stories and immediately thought of Dick

You had your date at the Grand Canyon planned for several weeks. The two of you had been busy and stressed with work lately, so you were looking forward to spending a quiet weekend together even more than usual.

The only problem was that Dick had been acting incredibly nervous all morning.

When your alarm went off at seven, he was already gone. According to him, he hadn't been able to sleep all night. At four in the morning, he had apparently decided to do something productive and cleaned half the house instead (carefully enough not to wake you). Things only got stranger after that. At breakfast, he burned his scrambled eggs so badly that the smoke alarm almost went on. A few minutes later, he reached for the sugar and somehow managed to pour salt into his coffee instead. When you pointed it out, he stared at the mug for a solid five seconds before dumping the whole thing into the sink.

You had asked him more than once what was wrong. Each time, he'd smiled a little too quickly and blamed it on the weather.

"The weather?" you repeated as the two of you loaded your bags into the car.

"Yeah."

"Dick, it's sunny."

"Exactly."

You narrowed your eyes at him. He immediately looked away. That was suspicious.

Dick Grayson was many things, but subtle was not one of them.

For the first hour of the drive, he drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, checked his phone every few minutes, and nearly missed two exits because he seemed completely lost in thought.

At one point, you caught him glancing at you. Then at the road. Then at you again.

You figured you wouldn't get a real answer out of him, so you let it go. Turning your head, you looked up at the bright blue sky above you. Only a few fluffy clouds drifted lazily across it. A small smile tugged at your lips.

"Look at the sky," you said.

Dick's head snapped up so fast you thought he might actually break his neck. "Oh God, what's wrong with the sky?!" he asked, panic flashing across his face.

You blinked. For a moment, you were too stunned to respond. "Dick," you said slowly, trying not to laugh, "there's nothing wrong with the sky."

His shoulders immediately sagged with relief. "Oh."

A beat passed.

"Wait, why would you think something was wrong with the sky?"

Yeah, the whole drive had been weird.

When you finally arrived, the view was magnificent. The walking trail was surprisingly quiet, with only a handful of people scattered along the route.

Dick, however, wasn't paying much attention to the scenery. His hand was clammy in yours the entire time. You had never seen someone sweat this much without actually exercising.

After about thirty minutes of walking, you emerged onto a beautiful overlook. Almost immediately, you noticed a couple standing near the edge. You stopped in your tracks and grabbed Dick's arm, pulling the distracted man to a halt.

"Look," you whispered. "I think he's proposing." At that exact moment, the guy dropped to one knee. The woman immediately covered her mouth as he pulled a ring box from his pocket.

Good thing you were standing far enough away not to disturb them. Still, you couldn't help leaning closer to Dick and whispering,

"Who the hell proposes at the Grand Canyon? I hate it."

Silence.

You frowned. That wasn't the reaction you expected.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched the color drain from Dick's face. Instantly. His expression shifted from nervous to absolutely horrified. A strange choking sound escaped his throat.

"Dick?"

His eyes were wide. Very wide.

"Dick?"

Without a word, he dropped your hand, spun around, and sprinted toward the nearest bush. A second later, the unmistakable sound of someone violently throwing up echoed across the overlook.

You stared.

The nearby squirrels probably stared too.

"...Holy shit."

Maybe the weather really was getting to him, you thought.

Completely unaware that a engagement ring was currently burning a hole in his pocket.

[bloomcissa]

Baby making music!

pairing jason todd x bsf!fem!reader

summary after telling him you made a playlist that reminded you of him, you accidentally send him the wrong one

content 1k words, fluff, suggestive, lotta lana del rey, reader has no idea how tech works (me)

based on this request

“How do I send this shit?” you mumble, tapping aimlessly on your phone. “It’s not working,” you complain, your voice filtering through his comms.

Jason had found a way to connect your phone to his helmet, which meant you were now free to bother him whenever you wanted. It was a power you wielded with absolutely no regard for his sanity. The constant random messages popping up on the screen inside his helmet would've driven anyone else crazy.

Just yesterday, part of his vision was filled with:

You know if anyone would have a Jane the Virgin situation, it'd be you

Theres a easier way tho

I could take one for the team and get you pregnant

I'll be strong for you

It's hard rasing a kid on your own

To all of that, he'd simply replied, It's raising, then went right back to patrol like you hadn't just offered to impregnate him.

"Sweetheart, there's a send button," he replies with the patience of a saint. Gunshots erupt in the background and there's a curse thrown carelessly.

You’re attempting to send him the playlist you had made. It was a mix of songs perfectly curated to ones that reminded you of your best friend. There was a lot of dad music, a touch of heavy metal. You were tempted to throw in a love song, but dealing with the aftermath of doing so held you back.

"Don't sweetheart me, the fucking thing isn't loading now," you groan, tapping aggressively.

"You know, that doesn't make it go faster, right?" He grunts. There's a loud boom from his side.

"Says the guy who broke my TV because he thought hitting it would bring it back to life," you retort, squinting at your phone screen. You go to turn the brightness down.

 "'M still better at technology than you," he says, then shouts, "Robin, I said on my left!" 

You hear Robin's voice, but you can't make out the words. Something insulting, probably. 

"Little shit can't even listen to basic instructions."

"Me or Damian?" you ask without missing a beat.

"Both."

Once the playlist loads, you tap the send button without much thought. "Kay, I did it, listen to it now," you demand, lying back down on your bed.

"Sure thing, doll. Lemme just stop the Joker from turning Gotham into his playground."

"Gotham's already his playground," you mumble. 

For a while, you're quiet, listening as Jason occasionally shouts orders through the comms. It should be unsettling. The gunfire, the crashes, the constant danger he's in. Instead, it lulls you to sleep. He's here, breathing, and on call with you like he didn't want to part either.

"You done yet?"

"I'm putting it on. Happy now?" His hoarse voice brings you out of your thoughts. It's deeper than it was before. Nicer, too. 

You grin, sitting up as your blanket pools around your hips. "Only if you come over too." 

"Demanding little thing," he scoffed. But you know he's already on his way. 

A few minutes pass. You can hear the distant hum of his motorcycle through the comms.

Then he clears his throat. "Baby making music?"

Horror crashes over you. You snatch your phone off the bed so fast it almost slips from your hands. "Shit,' you whisper, frantically searching for what you sent. 

And lo and behold, it's that playlist, not the one you'd carefully curated for Jason. "Jay, I can explain—

"Fucked my way up to the top reminds you of me?" There's laughter in his voice now.

"No!"

"Guilty as sin?" He snorts.

"Oh my god, Jason, stop." Your hands are covering your warm face, phone lying on your bed. You're never living this down. 

He pauses. "There's a lot of Lana Del Rey,"

You swallow, your fingers curl around your blanket. "Well," you start quietly. "Don't get it twisted, you're pretty Lana Del Rey, but your dad? He embodies a Lana Del Rey song—

"Stop talkin' about Bruce like that," he groans.

"Your dad's hot." 

"You're trying to change the subject."

"Your older brother's also hot." You muster up the courage to add, "and don't call me that."

"Doll," His voice isn't teasing anymore. It's lower, like that comment about Dick took away all the humor.

"I've run out of age appropriate family members," you swallow. Except Jason. But you couldn't exactly say that. "Does Kate count? Bruce's exes? cause they're fine as hell too."

He grumbles under his breath. "Open the fucking window."

"You're here?" You freeze, voice coming out breathless.

The window snaps open with a sharp bang. The sound travels all the way to your room. You close your eyes. Why did it feel like you were in trouble?

The thump of boots echoes through the room. When it finally stops, you open your eyes to find Jason leaning against your doorframe, arms crossed in a way that makes his muscles more defined under the fabric. He’s taken off his helmet, his hair slightly damp, strands falling messily over his forehead.

And his eyes.

They’re on you, fierce and darker than what you're used to, like he’s a second away from hauling your ass straight to Arkham. It sends a pleasant feeling through you. 

You laugh nervously. "Heyyyy, you're not still mad about me finding your brother—what the fuck are you doing—

He stalks over to you until he’s standing right in front of you, close enough that you have to tilt your head back to keep eye contact.

"You're acting weird," you tell him, trying to keep yourself still.

"That playlist—

"Was a random one I accidentally sent!" 

He tilts his head. “So. You wanna play me the right one now?"

He shifts, sliding onto the bed beside you, his shoulder bumping yours as he settles in. You grimace. No way he’s had time to shower, but you don’t move away. Not when he’s this close.

You give him one of your wired earbuds.

Your head bumps his when he puts his on. You bite back a smile at sharing earbuds with him.

You hit play on your phone, sneaking a glance at him, trying to read his reaction.

He’s already looking at you. Then he rolls his eyes and looks away.

“Can’t believe I remind you of a Radiohead song.”

“Would you prefer fucked my way up to the top?”

masterlist

once again i’m not sure what i wrote

also yk cola by lana del rey? i was gonna add in the “my pussy taste like pepsi cola” line in and have jason be like “damn, does it?” but idk it didn’t feel like him. 100% something roy would ask tho

[gaygoatshane]

[msfantasy-comics]

The BatParent Dynamic

Bruce Wayne x Batmum! Reader

Summary: A fluffy story in which Dick and Jason would climb into bed with you and Bruce.

Nothing was more meditative than listening to the muffled sounds of the crickets chirping, as the cold night air filtered though the high ceiling windows. The opposing warmth exuding from your husbands form as he pulls you in closer. Melting around your napping figure.

His airy breath tickling your ear, nuzzling further into your neck.

He’s taking his time, holding you close, breathing in your scent as he presses chaste kisses to your shoulder slowly waking you from your bliss dream into his blissful arms.

Not a single word is spoken, both just enjoying the romantic lul.

But of course, this is the Wayne Manor, where any number of things can happen that leads to loud and rambunctious events.

“Ma! I need a hug!” Dick shouts outside the door, a quick twist of the door nob and the door is slammed open, destroying any sense of peace within your shared bedroom. “Jason is being Jason again!” Dick jumping into a swan dive, aiming to land in the middle of the bed where you and Bruce are currently huddled.

Bruce quickly slides out of the way leaving Dick to land perfecting in the centre of the mattress, he rolls over wrapping his arms around you. Cheek pressing against your arm making his lips press into a pout just like they always did when he was a young boy clinging to you for comfort.

You look down at your eldest son with a warm smile. Eyes almost sparkling at his cute demeanour, even as an adult, Dick will still be your sweet child.

Bruce, however, is feeling other feelings.

“For some silly reason, I assumed that when you boys grew up. You’d finally stop seeking your mothers comfort. In MY bed.” He grumbles irritatedly which only makes Jason’s hulking figure shake with laughter as he takes a quick snapshot of Dick snuggling up to his parents like the man child he is.

“Seriously bro? You go cryin to ma because I wouldn’t share my sandwich with you?” Jason muffles with a mouth full of bread.

He strides towards your bed, stepping up onto the mattress ignoring Bruce’s refusal to move, he shoves himself into the small space left between Dick and the almighty Batman.

Bruce grumbles irritably as he accepts his fate.

Your heart couldn’t help swelling at the sight of your two grown boys, still behaving like the naughty trouble makers.

You still remember a younger Dick, crawling under your sheets so that he could finally sleep though the whole night without being awoken by his nightmares.

Often the young boy would have reoccurring and vivid nightmares about his parents, and would more often then not, come to your bed seeking comforts.

Slinking up the centre between your sleeping forms, Dick would snuggle up towards you as your sleepy arms encircle around Dicks anxious form.

Whilst Jason was already a grown pre-teen when he came into your home. However, when traveling around South-East Asia, Jason caught an aggressive parasite from stagnant water. He was so Ill and weak, you were too nervous and tired to leave him alone, so he slept between you and Bruce until he made a full recovery.

Now you look at your boys, they both lay between you and Bruce, arguing, elbowing and shoving eachother. You look at your husband sweetly, as if silently discussing how this scene warms your heart.

It’s moments like these, you remind yourself how lucky you are to have such a loving family.

[llovelygood]

Never used to death || Bruce wayne x reader (+ platonic!batfam)

— Bruce Wayne had lost a lot of people in his life, but nothing compares to you, in any way. or your ex-husband and children don't know how to react to your death.

!!: HEAVY ANGST no comfort. major character death. gn!reader. batparent!reader. no use of y/n. English is not my first language. 906 words.

[dc masterlist]

You weren’t going to come back.

But Bruce couldn’t accept that reality.

He had lost too much during his life. He had lost his parents right before his eyes. He had lost Jason by The Joker. He had lost Alfred. And now, he had lost you too.

This was not like previous times, back when you both decided that getting a divorce was better than having to deal with each other’s grief after losing your second son.

Back when you came back for the first time, because you didn’t want to let down Tim, and still left some years after because things between Bruce and you weren’t the same anymore and your relationship wasn’t working.

You came back for a second time. This time was the final one. You were going to stay. Because you loved your children, and because Bruce had changed for good and he was still the man you loved with every fiber of your heart, and he loved you with the same intensity. You couldn’t give up on him.

But now it was all gone and you weren’t going to come back. 

This was not like the last two times, because during those breaks he saw you. He heard the news about you. He saw your face in the cover of magazines almost daily; and it broke him every time, seeing you looking like a literal angel, but without ‘Wayne’ on your name. 

Because you were once his, and now you weren’t even yours. 

Dick had been the one who found him first. In the middle of Robinson Park. Holding your broken and cold body against his chest, warm and alive. Your blood engulfing his arms, impregnating his suit like a memory, a statement. You will always be with him, the permanent stain that would never go away, the ghost that would haunt him until the end of his days, like Bruce Wayne didn’t have enough ghosts. 

You hadn’t left him by choice that night; you had left by chance. You had died—brutally tortured and murdered by the Joker—and reporters had been forced to televise it.

Bruce’s mind kept repeating—like a broken mantra—how this was his fault. Not Dick’s, because he never got to arrive on time. Not Jason’s, who unfollowed every rule just to get to you, but Poison Ivy got him first. Not Tim’s, nor Damian’s. Or Cass, or Steph, or Duke. Not even Barbara, who was crying of frustration, while trying, without success, to end your death’s livestream. 

It was all Bruce’s fault. 

He hated himself. He could save a million people, but never the ones he loved. Never his parents. Never his son. Never the man who had stayed with him since the very beginning of his life. Never the love of his life.

Dick didn’t hug Bruce that night. He froze on his spot the moment his feet touched the ground. The sight in front of him felt unreal, and it shattered every nerve of his body. Overwhelmed by anger and sadness he just stood there, with a blank expression.

Tim commanded the others to return to the cave, while he watched the interaction from a distance. 

Everything had stopped that night. Your heartbeat. Bruce’s life. Gotham streets were silent for once—traumaticed by the event. 

It wasn’t until Jason arrived that the clock started ticking again. 

“I will kill that bastard.” He said. And for once, Bruce didn’t scold him, he chose silence. He chose to stay those very last moments he had with your body in silence.

Not because he needed time, but because your two sons needed you and didn’t know how to show except through their mere presence. 

Dick didn’t move an inch. He didn’t talk, or breathe properly. He was just taking in the sight. This was definitely not the first time he’d lost a parent, but it was the most crude one. 

On the other hand, Jason. Oh, your sweet Jason. The one who swore he didn't cry, at least not in front of people, let the first tear fall from his eyes. He cried in silence, the loudest silence anyone had ever witnessed. 

And from above, Tim made his appearance, falling right next to Bruce, next to you. 

Your three boys, all there for you, for your death. And Bruce—the man who would have moved heaven and earth just for you, to see you happy, to try again, to have you back—was holding your lifeless body like delicate flowers—because he knew you could shatter this time if he held you tighter. 

The four men mourning your loss. 

And in the batcave Barbara cried, Cass cried while Steph, trying to hold her tears, hugged her. Duke waited, he waited for Bruce to come back with you, just so he could thank you and say goodbye to you one last time. 

And Damian. He had left the batcave. In between bouts of weeping, he had made his way up to the manor, to his father’s room—your room. He got under the covers and just waited. He waited for you to come back.

Damian Wayne Al Ghul. The son of an assassin, the boy who had been trained to kill, the one who understood death better than anyone. He stayed under the covers, waiting patiently for you to arrive home—radiant and alive—and kiss him goodnight. Your strange habit he swore he hated was now his deepest desire. 

So he waited. But you never came.

© llovelygood

A/N: everybody say thank you to my toxic ex for giving me all this sadness. Hope you guys liked this. As always reblogs and comments are appreciated 🫶🏻

Bruce Wayne taglist: @princesstrunkz @currentblasphemy @planetevermore @astraeasworld @andraax2

[probablyboredx]

thunder talks

(dad!damian wayne x mom!reader)

a/n: I love how this turned out.

also alfies full name is Alfred ofc

masterlist

Rain hammered against the windows of Wayne Manor hard enough to blur the city lights.

“Hold still.” you tell your husband

“I am holding still,” Damian said.

“You’re growling.”

“I am not growling.”

You pressed the antiseptic pad harder against the cut along his cheekbone just to annoy him. “There,” you said. “That was definitely a growl.”

Damian, now Batman, caught your wrist before you could pull away. Even after all these years, his grip was warm despite the cold armor abandoned beside the bed.

“You enjoy provoking me.”

You shrug “marriage needs hobbies.” 

A quiet huff escaped him. Practically laughter, by Damian standards. Across the room, the bedroom door creaked open. Small footsteps padded inside. When you both looked over, Alfie stood there clutching a throw blanket over his shoulders and his dark hair was messy from sleep. Your heart melted instantly at the sight.

Damian’s expression turned alarmed in exactly the same way it always did whenever one of your children appeared injured, upset, or awake past midnight.

“Why are you awake?” he asked.

Alfie blinked slowly. “Thunder.”

Another crack of lightning shook the windows. Right on cue, your younger daughter Juliet, groaned from somewhere farther down the hall, followed by the unmistakable sound of something falling over.

You sighed. “And now she’s awake too.”

“I’ll get her,” Damian said automatically.

But Alfie had already crossed the room. He stopped in front of his father, staring at the fresh cut on Damian’s face.

“You got hit.”

“A minor injury.”

“You said leaving openings is sloppy.”

You bit back a smile as you crawled your side of the bed. Damian narrowed his eyes slightly. “You are enjoying this far too much.”

“Immensely.”

Alfie climbed onto the bed beside Damian without permission, privilege of being the eldest and painfully adored.

“Did you win?” he asked quietly.

Damian stared at him for a moment before answering.

“Yes.”

“Did you break anything?”

“…possibly.”

“Dad.”

“A couple of windows.”

You laughed outright this time. Alfie grinned sleepily, then leaned against Damian’s side like it was the most natural thing in the world. A few seconds later, Juliet wandered in dragging her stuffed dinosaur by the tail. At 4 years old, she possessed all of Damian’s attitude.

She climbed directly into your lap. “Noises,” she mumbled accusingly.

“Yes, sweetheart,” you said, smoothing her hair back. “The sky is very rude tonight.”

She nodded seriously before looking at Damian, who she was convinced was Batmans best friend. You werent exactly about to tell your four year old who loved to talk, that her dad was batman. “Did Batman punch the thunder?”

Damian considered the question with complete sincerity. “Not yet.”

“That’s because he needs stitches first,” you said.

“I do not need stitches.”

“You absolutely need stitches.”

“I have survived worse.”

“And you’re still bleeding on my bedsheets.”

“That sounds like a design flaw.” You stared at him.

Alfie snorted so suddenly he nearly fell sideways.

“There,” you pointed triumphantly. “That one was your fault. You made him laugh.”

“I am capable of humor.”

“Debatable.”

The room settled after that. Rain against glass. Children half-asleep against both of you. Damian sitting upright despite the bruises forming across his ribs, one arm resting protectively behind Alfie without seeming aware of it.

Your son tilted his head upward eventually. “Dad?”

“Yes?”

“…when can I start coming on patrol?”

Silence.

You watched Damian carefully. This conversation had been circling your lives for months now. Alfie was 7. Brilliant, fast, and already capable in ways that terrified you until you remembered who his father was. And he idolized his father.

Damian looked down at him, expression unreadable. “It is dangerous.”

“I know.”

“You could get hurt.”

Alfie hesitated. “So could you.”

That one landed. You saw it happen in real time. The tiny crack in Damian's armor.

Damian looked out the window. Toward Gotham. 

When he finally spoke again, his voice was lower. “Training first,” he said.

Alfie straightened instantly. “Really?”

“Your footwork remains inconsistent.”

“I can fix it.”

“You panic when outnumbered.”

“I’m getting better.”

“You talk too much.”

“That’s genetic. So does mom.”

You covered your laugh with Juliet's hair. Damian closed his eyes briefly like he regretted fatherhood. Then Alfie launched forward suddenly and wrapped both arms around him. It caught Damian completely off guard. Again. 

“…Very well,” Damian muttered.

Alfie pulled back with a victorious grin. “Does this mean I get my own bike now?”

“No.”

“Cape?”

“No.”

“Grappling hook?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Batarangs?”

“Certainly not.”

“Can I at least—”

“Go to sleep.”

Alfie flopped dramatically across the bed with a groan. Juliet had already fallen asleep against you. You looked over at Damian, at the exhaustion carved into his face, at the softness he still tried so hard to hide from the world.

“You’re a good dad,” you murmured quietly.

Damian scoffed automatically. But his hand never left Alfie’s shoulder.

[my-dailydreams]

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