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random headcanons and fanfics about our favorite heros

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I forget who I'm supposed to be and go back to who I was. I'm sorry, Lord. There's things I want to do that will break your heart, and I can't do this to you, Lord. Not anymore. I want to be who you meant me to be. Take me back. I need a new prescription to see that you're right next to me. I'm farsighted.

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Elon Musk x Mark Zuckerburg Part TWO

Some asked for it, most didn't, but I'm here to deliver it anyway. Part two of my Elon Musk x Mark Zuckerburg, ft Trump, Biden, and surprise guest star Kim Jong Un.

Good luck

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The wind blew a salty breeze on the baby bump, the sunlight bouncing off in a declaration that yes, they have started a family. Elon and Mark were back at the beach house again, flared wrinkly toes in the sand, the ocean making a sweet melody as waves hit each other, washing ashore the past, present, and future. Not sure what that means, but it sounded cool. Elon squeezed his omega’s thigh, the skin smooth beneath his delicate fingertips. 

“It’s kicking.” Mark announced past the waves, a hand over the baby bump and a wide smile on his face. “Want to feel?”

“More than anything.” Elon’s teeth made an appearance, showcasing an orthodontist’s dream set. Elon placed his hand on Mark’s belly, waiting, then he felt it. 

A subtle kick that reminded the two that there was indeed life within his belly, a life the two made. The two lovestruck men hadn’t exactly figured out the details, but all that mattered was them and their baby. After a while, Elon helped Mark up, offering his feminine hand and walking to the house. 

“What’s that? I thought no one knew about this place?” Mark exclaimed, a feeling of unease as he glanced around the area. There was a yellow envelope placed on the back porch, the contents unknown to the alpha and pregnant omega.

“No one should…” Elon picked the folder up, walking inside the humble home, only 10,000 square feet, barely enough space for the two combined. 

Carefully, Elon ripped the top of the envelope, glancing inside. He raised a thin, too-plucked brow, and took what seemed to be a stack of photos out of the bag. Mark gasped at the photos, over fifty of Mark and Elon together. Impossibly so, Elon’s chest flared out more with anger. The two shared a look, the meaning of this clear. Someone knew, and that person was more than willing to expose the secret lovebirds. 

Joe Biden smirked as he watched on his phone, a camera placed at a perfect angle. He ran a hand through his thinning hair, placing his phone back in his pocket. Joe was secured in the White House, some men sent out to make sure everything was perfect for his plan. The White House was white and a house, the lights dim, and the carpet stained from the drinks Joe spilled after tripping. He was there for yet another debate within the walls no one else knew about, the high security not as high as Joe. He adjusted his navy suit as he stood up, almost losing balance once again. 

“Joe.” A voice called out, the voice of his enemy and once lover, Donald Trump. “I see you’re still falling for me.”

“Donald. And I see.” Joe’s white brows furrowed, his frame towering over the beta. Joe trailed off, forgetting his ultimate comeback. 

Donald nodded, his juicy lips puckered as per usual, the white around his eyes making his gaze more intense as he stared at his past lover and now enemy. His head held high, his posture that of a penguin, he took a few steps closer. 

“I know what you’ve been up to.” The orange man whispered in the other’s ear, his lips brushing against the soft shell. “I’ve got men everywhere and know everything. Even that the reader right now is a weirdo reading an Elon Musk and Mark Zuckburg fanfic.”

Retreat! He can break the fourth wall! 

Some inconsistent gumbering flowed out of Joe’s mouth, his fingers twitching by his side to touch Donald, his little orange bell pepper. The closeness reminded him of the intimate moments they used to share, the restless nights and even better mornings. The way Joe wore Donald’s dress shirt, the sleeves long and covering Joe’s petit hands. Joe shook himself out of his thoughts, his breath hitching as their fingers brushed against each other. No, Joe couldn’t do this again. He was trying to get Elon back, not the one who broke his heart for Kim Jong Un. Before he could respond with more mumblings, the two were ushered into an office, the dispute just now beginning as the long, heavy wooden doors shut behind them. 

Heated, Donald pushed open the doors, his lips puckered higher than usual as he exited. Joe, trailing behind him, let out a whimper as he was suddenly slammed into the wall behind. Donald’s bitter breath hit the omega’s, dollar signs smacking Joe in the face as Donald spoke. The bad tanned orange tupe wearing man bit Joe’s ear, a whisper of Donald’s name escaping his thin, pale, chapped lips.

“Donald Duck, what-” Joe started before their lips pressed against each other. Was Joe’s resolve to break up Elon and Mark breaking? Donald Trump’s kiss was rather soft, his Kim Kardashian hips accidently pushing a vase off its stand near them. 

“It’s okay, we’ll blame China.” Donald grinned, burying his nose in Joe’s nape, some orange like cheetoe dust staining the navy suit Joe didn’t remember putting on. “I need to get another humanly impossible bad tan. How about you help me, hm? My place, noon. Let’s finish what we started.”

In an instant, Donald was off the omega, his hands adjusting the collar of his shirt as he floated off, Harry Potter’s wand in his pocket, though Joe couldn’t tell if it was the wand or something else that had poked his thigh just seconds ago. 

Elon and Mark held each other that night even tighter, the threat looming over their heads as Elon rubbed Mark’s belly, a sigh escaping the two in unison. Who was the anonymous sender of those photos, and what were they going to do next? Only the author will know~ Jk she has no idea, this is just bs.

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trump x kim jong un when?

Surprise twist, they're ex's in part two 👀

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Dick Grayson is so not a 'casual' man

In terms of hook ups, he definitely wants more than that. He loves love, no way he won't keep coming back just to cuddle. He is a player, though, but ultimately would stick with just one person. He thinks he can be casual and chill like that, but he really can't be. Even in a hook up he'll make it so much more intimate than it was supposed to be. He wants connection, someone to be able to go to for talks or just hanging out with and being clingy too. He needs someone who understands him, and a casual relationship isn't for him. Sometimes he'll wish he can do casual, seeing how easy Jason does it, but Dick falls too fast in love. After a few 'casual' hook ups, he might even follow you (discreetly) and debate on whether or not to text you. Which, ultimately, he always does. He'll find ways to bump into you and somehow end up having a date. If he falls for you, then he'll try to take his mind off you but he'll always come back. Forehead kisses in the morning, lingering, aftercare that turns into a whole day of fun, and he'll put on the same scent so that when you smell it around, you'll remember him.

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Elon Musk x Mark Zuckerburg Part One

You read it write folks. It's finally here, the story you've all been waiting for. If you found this, it was meant for you.

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Good luck (￣y▽￣)╭ Ohohoho.....

Elon’s breath hitched as Mark traced his pigeon’s chest, outlining the gentle trace of his ribs. It had been yet another night of passionate love making, of holding each other and saying nothing but sweet words in each other's ears. It was a secret relationship they had formed, one that could ruin them, ruin the business they have built. But no matter how much they wanted to stay away from each other, to just move on from this secret that was burdening them both, they just couldn’t. A love was formed over the months, a bond inseparable by even their rival, Joe Biden. 

“Elon,” Mark spoke up, the arm draped around his shoulders by his dominant alpha, Elon Musk, made his skin tingle. It was the sign of his mate, the mark on his neck only more prove of their infinite bound. “What if…what if we started a family together? You know, out of the papers, the press. We can take your space car and make a life for ourselves on Mars, just like we always planned.”

Elon’s tracing of Mark’s shoulder paused, his blank eyes meeting Mark’s robot, wide, black abused ones. Elon always loved those eyes, reminding him of  his neglected hamster from childhood. 

“Mark, you know we can’t.” Elon said quietly, a hint of guilt in his eyes. He wanted nothing more than to have a child with his mate, to have a relationship that went beyond the confines of their large beach house, one they always visit for time alone. The alpha’s hand trailed down his omega’s arms and then up again, cupping Mark’s cheek. “What brought this up?”

Mark searched his lover's eyes, leaned into the rather feminine hand, his flat chest touching the other’s raised pigeon one. Mark subconsciously touched his own stomach, just below his belly button. A heat came from the pit of his stomach, a heat of a life forming within him, the life made by both Elon Musk and himself, Mark Zukerburg. Mark bit his thin lip, the one Elon would always bite during their strenuous activities. 

“Wait. You don’t mean…” Elon trailed off, placing his free hand over Mark’s on his belly. The remnants of just an hour ago clinging to their skin and the bed sheets, their musk filling the air along with the scent of their pheromones mingling in the air in a dance. 

“I do.” Mark’s voice cracked, a faint smile on his lips. He wanted this child, but he wasn’t sure what Elon would think. Afterall, it took Elon forever to get on board with the BBL surgery Mark had undergone. Let’s not even mention that party with the aliens and wizards that Elon refused to let Mark near, though to be fair, he had legitimate reasons. Elon was protective of his mate, not wanting anyone but himself to even get near him. And now that he has a baby within him, his own little Musk, he would be even more protective. “Say something, please.”

Elon couldn't speak, his words caught in his throat. He wasn’t even sure how to react. He had ben stressed beyond repair. Coming up with another truck that humanity will despise was tough work. Don’t even get him started on the space mission where he’ll send a house to space. Though, through the stress, the news seemed to spark surprising joy in his heart. But he was a logical person, one with, well, logic. He slid his hand off Mark’s, shutting his eyes briefly. Mark sat up, his brows furrowed as he looked down at his beloved alpha male. 

“You told me you love me. Why can’t you love our child as well?” Mark shook his head, turning his head away from Elon. His inhuman eyes seemed human in the moment, glossy and filled with unspoken emotion. “Was it all fake? Do you not love me?”

“No, don’t say that.” Elon hurried out, sitting up as well with some difficulty. “Love, I meant every word I whispered to you. Every shared look, everything. Please, look at me.”

“Then why? Why do your eyes say otherwise?” Mark turned towards him, their bare bodies covered only by the thin, platinum gold that was a blanket. 

“It’s more complicated than that.” The alpha ran a hand through his greasy locks, thin strands of white blending with his pale skin. “I love you, more than life, more than my Cypertruck. But…”

“If you truly loved me, there wouldn't be a ‘but’.” Mark stood from the bed, his BBL knocking over the nightstand in a ferocious manner. His back was turned towards his dominant alpha, the one who would always protect him, who would do nothing but love him. “I’m keeping the baby no matter what. You do what you want, mate.”

That word, ‘mate’, used to be something adoring. It was whispered in Elon’s thic ear in the middle of the night, a beautiful melody that muttered out of Mark’s thin lips during their nights together. Now, it was nothing more than a mock. 

“Mark.” Elon called out, his voice turning dark, a rumbling going through his large chest as he used his alpha voice. 

Mark stopped in place, his eyes widening even more. Slowly, he turned around, his curly hair bounced lightly as he met his alpha’s eyes. It was a command, not a plea. Like a predator, Elon stood from the gold rimmed bed, his optimus prime sized schlong dragged on the ground, a threat and a promise. Elon towered over his omega, the scent of his pheromones danced in the air, mixing with his omega’s sweet scent. 

“I do love you, and I’m sure I’ll love the baby. I was hesitant, yes, but that was just the doubts. Please, baby, don’t leave me.” Now, that was a plea. One that made Mark shiver as he had never heard this tone before. 

“So, you’re okay with the baby?” Mark hesitated, his hand twitching to run through his lover’s pan-fried greasy locks. 

“Yes.” Elon nodded, a soft smile replacing his thin lined lips. 

Mark’s face contorted into a mix of surprise and relief. He brought him into a hug, wrapping his thin arms around Elon’s thick neck. Elon hugged him back, burying his face in the other’s nape and inhaling deeply. This was it, the happy ending they were both waiting for. 

A flash went off the two didn’t notice, a flash from a camera owned by only one person in the USA, Joe Biden. He was on the other building’s rooftop, camera in hand as he zoomed in and took pictures of the two hugging, the indication clear without the context. Joe grinned to himself, letting out a chuckle. 

“Perfect.” He muttered to himself. His watch beeped and he sighed, standing up and stretching out his neck. “Time for my meds.” 

He grabbed a kid from the side, smelled him, and shivered as he laughed evilly. He was going to have his true love back, no matter what. 

“I’m coming for you…Elon.”

To be continued.

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The only goodish drawing I've made so far✊🥲 Tips to improve?

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Crashing the Batmobile in the Hall of Justice, and the Batfam's reactions

You crash the Batmobile into the freaking Hall of Justice as a Batfam member. Let's go (-Duke and Cass):

🖤 Bruce Wayne:

Reaction: The Silence of a Thousand Disappointments™

Bruce just stares at the wreckage. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t blink. You’re standing there, hands scraped, smoke rising behind you, and Bruce just looks at you with that unreadable Bat-glare like:

> “...Was the Hall of Justice in your blind spot?”

“Technically, it was blocking the road—”

“That building cost $400 million.”

“Okay, but emotionally I think it needed a redesign?”

“You're grounded. Indefinitely. From everything.”

He doesn’t yell. That would be merciful. He just fills out insurance forms silently in the Batcave while Alfred offers him tea.

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❤️Jason Todd:

Reaction: Laughs so hard he falls off his motorcycle

> “You CRASHED the BATMOBILE into the freaking HALL OF JUSTICE?!”

“I didn’t mean to!!”

“That’s the funniest thing anyone in this family has done—ever.”

He high-fives you while Bruce fumes in the background. He calls you “Crash Dummy” for months. He prints t-shirts and even gets Damian and Alfred to wear them. He will defend you to Bruce with the passion of a lawyer who’s had three shots of whiskey:

> “Your Honor, my client is clearly innocent due to being raised in a cave by a man who wears a bat costume.”

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🩵Tim Drake:

Reaction: Instant stress migraine

Tim is halfway through a 72-hour research binge when he hears the news. He just sits back in his chair, sips his sixth espresso, and sighs:

> “Please tell me you at least avoided the conference room. Superman has meetings in there.”

“…I might have taken out the hologram generator.”

“…That costs more than the Watchtower.”

“Don’t tell Bruce.”

“He already knows. He sent me a photo. It’s your mugshot.”

Tim then spends the next 18 hours fixing PR damage and negotiating with the League. He doesn’t sleep. Again.

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💙Dick Grayson:

Reaction: Big Brother Energy™ + disappointed dad tone

He’s torn between laughing, scolding, and hiding you.

> “You can’t just crash multibillion-dollar vehicles into the Justice League headquarters.”

“…But I did?”

“You’re not helping.”

“Neither is my concussion.”

“Oh my gosh—Are you okay?!”

He patches you up himself, even though he’s texting Bruce like:

> “I will handle this. Please don’t disown them.”

Later, he 100% bribes Wally West into helping you sneak out of League cleanup duty.

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💚Damian Wayne:

Reaction: You’re dead to him—but also weirdly proud

> “You’re a disgrace to the family name.”

“So you’re not impressed?”

“You destroyed a symbol of world unity with Father’s car.”

“…You’re a little impressed.”

“Tt. It was a bold move. Poorly executed. But bold.”

He tells you you’re stupid. He also tells Titus about it and makes you retell the story dramatically at family dinner. If anyone else mocks you, he threatens to disembowel them. Only he is allowed to call you an idiot.

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💜 Stephanie Brown:

Reaction: Cackles for three hours straight

> “So you literally pulled a Fast and Furious through the League’s front lawn?!”

“I panicked!”

“You Tokyo drifted into the Hall of Justice.”

She makes you a bumper sticker:

> 🚗 “I crashed the Batmobile and all I got was this stupid League fine.”

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🧡Barbara Gordon:

Reaction: Absolutely has the CCTV footage on five monitors

She has already edited the footage. She has already added dramatic music. She has already sent it to the group chat.

> “This is going on the Batfamily blooper reel.”

“There’s a blooper reel?!”

“Of course there is. What do you think I do when Bruce’s files are updating?"

Babs forgives you immediately. She even hacks the Hall of Justice to remove your name from the insurance claim. She’s the real MVP.

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🩶Alfred Pennyworth:

Reaction: Not even surprised

> “Master Y/N, may I inquire as to why the Batmobile has been impaled upon the Flash’s trophy case?”

“…I made a miscalculation.”

“Of course. I shall begin polishing your helmet for your next crash.”

He then proceeds to make you mop the Batcave floors while he tells you stories of every time Bruce has done something equally stupid (you definitely use it for blackmail later).

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HELLO. I was intrigued by the MBTI batfam post you made on June 29th because some typings are not mainstream but they resonated with me, especially Dick as an ESFP. I know this is not an mbti blog but if I'd be really interested in seeing your reasoning. I also agree with ISTJ Alfred tbh.

HELLOOO.

Dick Grayson is often typed as an ESFP (Extraverted, Sensing, Feeling, Perceiving) in MBTI because (also in my opinion):

(♡⁠) E – Extraverted

Dick is social, flirty, and energetic around others. He thrives in team settings (Teen Titans, Outsiders, Batfam), and while he can be serious, he recharges by being around people.

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(♡⁠) S – Sensing

Dick is extremely in-tune with his body and environment, which makes sense for an acrobat turned vigilante. Unlike someone like Tim (who overanalyzes), Dick relies more on what’s happening now than abstract theories.

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(♡⁠) F – Feeling

Dick cares deeply—almost too deeply. He leads with his heart, often defending others or making choices based on how people feel, not just what’s logical. He’s constantly trying to keep the family together (even when he’s mad at Bruce), and he’s willing to get hurt emotionally if it means protecting someone else.

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(♡⁠)P – Perceiving

He’s spontaneous, improvises in fights, and doesn’t like being tied down to rigid plans (or even, sometimes, rigid relationships). He works best when he can respond to the moment rather than follow a strict routine.

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So, in my opinion and often others, Dick Grayson is an ESFP. He loves people but struggles with emotional burdens. He’s acrobatic, quick-thinking, and decisive in the moment. He avoids long-term structure but thrives on connection, and he’s a walking contradiction of bright smiles and hidden grief. It's probably not canon or anything, but I feel like it works best for him. Idk if I explained it right, but thank you for asking🥲

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HEAR ME OUT Y'ALL

We all know that Jason is handsome, even though the drawers of the comics refuse to accept it and make him look bad sometimes. Now, what if he was actually Henry Cavill?👀 Like, if Jason was real, what would he look like? Probably Henry Cavill, let's be fr. I would have said that HC is more like Dick, but then the jaw doesn't match as well as Dick is more of a pretty boy (we love our pretty boy).

When he was younger (first pic) and then where we see him more now (second pic). You can't tell me you don't see it.

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Thighs, Breasts, or Butt? Batboys addition

The Batboys have types and they’re not shy about it—well, some of them aren’t. So let’s get scandalously analytical and break down exactly what kind of men each Batboy is: boobs, butt, or thighs (and yes… some of them are traitors and like “everything,” but we’re calling them out anyway). And you know what? Let's add Steph and Cass, too.

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💙 Dick Grayson – Certified Butt Man™:

-THE butt guy

-I mean. It’s canon. His own butt is the most powerful in the DCU

-Man sees a good butt and he whistles

-Playful, handsy, definitely the guy to rest his hand there when standing behind you

-Will 100% squeeze it during hugs and then act like he didn’t

-Loves seeing you walk away

-“Gotta appreciate the view, babe”

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❤️ Jason Todd – Thigh Man with Secret Boob Privileges:

-Thighs are his weakness

-Thunder thighs? Lean muscle? Soft pillowy ones? All of it? YES

-Loves when you wrap your legs around him, rest them on his lap, or trap him while cuddling

-Loves bitting them and leaving marks

-Secretly also loves boobs but acts like he doesn’t

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🩵Tim Drake – Boob Man, But In Denial:

-His hands betray him every time

-The second you lie on him? His hands go straight to your chest

-Tim: “I’m just keeping you close.” Also Tim: accidentally gropes you while asleep and wakes up apologizing but also blushing to death

-Appreciates the aesthetic. He’s an artist at heart. He just gets distracted

-And when you're in front of him, perfectly at level, he uses them as a warm pillow

-Also loves places hickeys there or just caressing the underside of the breast

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💚Damian Wayne – Thigh Man (Aggressive Claiming Edition):

-Thighs are sacred territory

-The “wrap me in them” kind of guy. Loves being held that way but pretends he doesn’t

-Possessive. Will press kisses to them and leave hand-shaped marks.

-Absolutely head in your lap kind of boy. Thigh pillows are non-negotiable.

-Might fight someone if they so much as look at your legs for too long.

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💜 Stephanie Brown – Boob & Butt Combo Girlie:

-“Why pick one?” energy

-Equal opportunity simp. Will bury her face in your chest like a gremlin and then smack your ass on the way out

-“I can multitask.”

-Loves laying on top of you with her face in your boobs. Bonus if you play with her hair

-Will 100% cup your butt and hum when she's having a bad day

(Yes, she loves man boobies)

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🩶 Cassandra Cain – Thighs. Deeply, spiritually, thighs:

-Silently obsessed

-She won’t say it, but the way her eyes linger when you wear shorts says everything

-Rests her head there every chance she gets. Hugs your legs when sitting on the floor

-Does not share. Touch your thighs in front of her and she’s ready to spar

-Also kisses them when she’s feeling especially affectionate

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💛 Duke Thomas – Butt Man, But Thighs Are Rising Fast:

-Was originally all about the peach

-Loves grabbing your hips and sneaking a hand down. Smirks when you catch him

-But then you wrapped your thighs around him one day, and now he’s in trouble

-“Okay… thighs?? Underrated. That’s on me.”

-Now just confused. Loves it all. Helps you stretch “for no reason.”

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🖤 Bonus: Bruce Wayne – Tired Boob Man:

-He likes comfort. And boobs = comfort

-Lays his head on your chest and dozes off in five seconds

-“You’re warm. Don’t move.”

-But also the guy who will whisper something like “You look stunning” when you're in a tank top and then kiss your shoulder

-Will occasionally get caught staring and immediately go back to brooding like he wasn't just fantasizing

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And when you confront them?

-Dick shamelessly admits it but also says he loves everything

-Jason will try to deny it because he doesn't know how to put it in words, so he just bites your thigh again

-Tim will deny it but then will sleepily confess while using them (breasts) as pillows

-Damian will admit it but with more of a possessiveness to it

-Duke also admits it but a bit more sheepishly

-Steph is shameless and will remind you everyday

-Cass just gives a nod with the faintest blush

-And for Bonus Bruce? He just hums along as he kneads your breasts, not even hearing your question but too tired to open his mouth

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MBTI Compatibility (Batfam)

I'm an ENTP and literally always thinking about which Batfam member would work with me. So here's the top three MBTI compatibility for each Batfam member (girls + Duke+ Alfred👀).

MBTI is basically a personality test. Link attached to the 'MBTI' (underlined, just tap on it for a test).

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🖤Bruce Wayne — INTJ (The Strategist):

1. ENFP – Chaotic sunshine dragging broody bat out into the world. Emotional intelligence + spontaneity balances Bruce’s intensity.

2. INFP – Soft-hearted idealist = perfect emotional grounding for Bruce’s cold logic. They make him feel.

3. ENTP – Constantly challenging him intellectually and emotionally, but with enough flair and curiosity to keep up.

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💙 Dick Grayson — ESFP (The Entertainer):

1. INFJ – Mysterious and deep = Dick’s kryptonite. They balance his extroversion and love his heart.

2. ENFP – Two sunbeams creating chaos and romance everywhere. A laugh-a-minute power couple with emotional depth.

3. ISFJ – Stable, sweet, loyal. Grounds Dick and makes him feel safe, appreciated, and supported.

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❤️Jason Todd — ISTP (The Rebel/Mechanic):

1. ENFP – Unafraid of his darkness, endlessly curious, and can pull Jason out of his shell with humor and warmth.

2. INFJ – Emotional depth meets smoldering mystery. Jason finds himself seen in ways he didn’t know he wanted.

3. INTP – Both value independence and intellect. Low-drama, high-intensity pairing with existential pillow talk.

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🩵 Tim Drake — INTJ (The Strategist):

1. ENFP – Again, sunshine x broody duo. Tim pretends to be annoyed but is absolutely addicted to the chaos.

2. INFJ – Deep convos, emotional alignment, quiet intensity. These two would connect like magnets on every level.

3. ENTP – Intellect meets spontaneity. Banter like fencing, plus the ENTP keeps Tim from spiraling.

(My fav🤌)

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💚 Damian Wayne — ISTJ (The Traditionalist)

1. ENFP – Opposites attract: this chaotic gremlin has the patience of a squirrel, but makes Damian feel alive.

2. INFJ – Quiet strength and purpose. A calm soul with enough backbone to stand up to him, but not escalate.

3. ISFJ – Soft, nurturing, steady. Someone who won’t betray him and reminds him it’s okay to rest.

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💜Stephanie Brown — ESFP (The Sparkplug):

1. INFJ – Deep thinker and great listener = Steph’s safe space. They can understand her beyond the jokes.

2. ENFP – Double chaos! They get each other in every way, from impulsive late-night adventures to emotional vulnerability.

3. ISFJ – A patient, warm partner who keeps Steph grounded while loving her sparkle.

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🤎Barbara Gordon — INTJ (or ISTJ depending on canon):

1. ENFP – A hyper-creative, deeply loyal whirlwind that breaks her walls down piece by piece.

2. ENTP – Power couple potential. Debate, strategy, tension. These two could take over the world and make out after.

3. INFP – Gentle, morally driven, and compassionate. Someone who’d remind Barbara of her humanity.

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💛Duke Thomas — ENFJ (The Leader with Heart):

1. INFP – Soft, idealistic, and caring. Helps Duke center emotionally, while he helps them gain confidence.

2. ISFP – Artistic and intuitive, these two would vibe deeply, creating something beautiful together.

3. ENTP – Wild card with charm. Keeps things exciting but also challenges him to dream bigger.

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🩶Cassandra Cain — ISFP (The Quiet Protector):

1. INFJ – Intuitive, deep, and gentle. Connects with her in silence and through shared glances.

2. ENFP – Constant love and joy radiating from them helps her grow emotionally and socially.

3. INTP – Observant and patient. Gives Cass her space but is always right beside her.

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👀Alfred Pennyworth — ISTJ (The Dutiful Guardian):

1. ISFJ – Warm, steady, and full of heart. Together, they’d create the softest support system ever.

2. INFJ – Insightful and principled. Alfred would admire their vision and sense of purpose.

3. ENTP – Hear me out: chaos + tradition = Alfred barely tolerating it but secretly loving the life it brings.

Now...hear me out guys—

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Batfam Dating Tropes

I've been thinking about this a bit, and I think I finally found the perfectly imperfect dating tropes for each Batfam member. Or at least most. With a little description of what each would be like while dating 💕 (just headcanons)

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🖤 Bruce Wayne – “Touch-starved Billionaire Dad”:

-Grumpy x Sunshine (he’s the grump)

-“I don’t do relationships” until YOU

-Secret softie

-“You fell first, I fell harder”

He takes forever to admit he loves you, but once he does, you’re stuck with a terrifying, overly protective man who will disappear for three days then return with your favorite food and a bruise he won’t explain. Somehow romantic? He'll try to keep you out of the whole Batman thing but you find out anyway. Mostly because he was tired and slept in his suit once. Right next to you. Mans just wanted cuddles.

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💙Dick Grayson – “Golden Retriever Boyfriend”:

-Friends to Lovers

-Gets stupid serious when you're sad

-"Loves everyone but is dangerously obsessed with you"

-Cuddles as a love language™

He’s the guy who lifts you onto the kitchen counter to kiss you mid-argument. He knows every one of your facial expressions. Dick will flirt shamelessly, but don’t be fooled—he’s already picturing what your kids might look like. Will always match your mood and do it even better.

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❤️Jason Todd – “Soft for One Person Only”:

-Enemies to Lovers (with weapons involved)

-“He fell first AND denies it the whole time”

-Trauma bonding turned real bonding

-"Don't touch me—unless it's you"

Jason will glare at everyone else and then melt the second you poke his cheek. He kisses angrily, argues like a husband, and once gave you a knife for Valentine’s Day “because it’s safer that way.” He pretends like he doesn't pay attention to you but if he hears a sniffle, even if it's just allergies, he will check up on you immediately.

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🩵Tim Drake – “Sleep-Deprived Boy Genius”:

-Accidental Confessions

-Obsessed but doesn’t realize it

-"Acts normal then kisses you like he’s starved"

-Nervous but confident in his love

Tim is the one who runs off mid-convo because he had a thought, only to show up two hours later at your door in a hoodie with coffee and your favorite snack like, “Sorry, I got you this.” Boyfriend with hacker energy. He will fall asleep on you and secretly loves it when you make noises while kissing.

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💚 Damian Wayne – “Knife Cat Boyfriend”:

-"I am not in love. You’re simply… tolerable"

-Tsundere deluxe

-Loyalty so strong it’s scary

-“Don’t touch me” followed by cuddling you to sleep

Damian won’t hold your hand, but if someone breathes wrong near you, he’s ready to sword duel them in an alley. He’ll scowl during dates but hold your sketchbook like it’s the Ark of the Covenant. He's secretly soft and likes to spoil you, even researches things to be a good 'husband'. Breaking up is never a thought on his mind. Ever.

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💛Duke Thomas – “Underrated Sweetheart”:

-Mutual pining but both are bad at flirting

-Movie-night cuddles and popcorn fights

-Laughing during kisses like teenagers

-The “how did I land you” boyfriend

Duke is sunshine and sass rolled into one beautiful man. He’ll text you memes all day and then show up with pizza and that dorky smile. He’s also the type to dance with you in the kitchen at midnight just because.

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🩶 Cassandra Cain – “Actions Over Words”:

-Silent protector

-“I’ll kill for you” energy but in the softest way

-Watches you sleep and not in a creepy way

-Touches you like you’re fragile glass

Cass doesn’t say “I love you” a lot—but when she does, she means it. She shows love by patching your wounds, holding your pinky, and slipping you a note that says, “Stay safe. I need you.” Knows everything about you and always watches for your reactions.

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💜 Stephanie Brown – “Loudmouth With a Heart of Gold”:

-Chaotic dumbass x exhausted genius (she’s the dumbass, lovingly)

-Jealous in a hilarious way

-Roasts you lovingly in public, kisses you softly in private

-Will prank you, then cry if you’re actually mad

Steph brings you homemade cookies and hand-written coupons for “1 free make-out session.” She flirts like a stand-up comedian and loves like it’s her last day on earth.

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🤎 Barbara Gordon – “Sarcastic Tech Babe”:

-Sassy x Softcore Mutual Respect™

-Teaches you how to hack “as a date”

-You fall first, she knows it, and uses it to fluster you

-Boss gf

Babs is the type to roll her eyes when you flirt, then flirt back five times worse. She acts unbothered, but if you’re hurt, she will dox someone (or maybe everyone). She's your hacker girlfriend, and she makes you feel like the smartest, luckiest idiot alive.

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Jason's Simple Mousse Recipe

Okay, not my usual post but so darn good. A mousse recipe I'm sure Jason makes for Tim and that Duke steals a bite out of every time.

Recipe:

- 1cup heavy whipping cream

-2tbps sugar (white, I used graduated)

-3tbps cocoa (I used hot cocoa mix from Starbucks)

And then just whisk until it's soft pikes. Make sure to not beat it too much (turns into butter if you overmix).

Tim is definitely the biggest mousse lover, especially since it's barely any energy to chew. Tim definitely also growls when Duke or Dick try to get some.

Justice for Duke and Dick ✊😔

(Not canon, just wanted to save a recipe)

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What I Was and What I Am: Yours

❤️ Alpha!Jason Todd x Beta!GNReader

❤️Omegaverse, x reader, long story

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You were just a side character, barely even that. The type to be reused in the background of a villain attack in every episode and no one would notice. Not to mention you were only a Beta, and despite what others say, many don't like Betas. One advantage? You always lived, surprisingly never needing to go to the hospital. It was a plot hole one that you didn't mind. So, now why the heck was Jason Todd snuggled against you, his grip on you tight but not bruising? Let's rewind, and yes, imagine that sound.

You covered a yawn as you closed up your workplace, well, one of many. The local bar, also one of many, was your night job. A good one, honestly, as the pay wasn't bad and the customers were few. You usually get off at this time, about two in the morning, and take the easiest, fastest way back to your very humble apartment. Today, however, you saw a weird guy around the corner you usually take and said heck no, and took a different route. Which, ultimately, led to a mugging. Your breath sucked itself in when the cold barrel of the gun pressed against your temple. The brick wall scratched your back, your head tilted back slightly. You wanted to make a sarcastic comment, but no words came out. You wanted to at least fight back, but knew yourself better and decided not to try to be a hero.

Then, a drop and a thud and a grunt and the gun fell. A blur of red, a scent of something musky mixed with gunpowder mixed with... cinnamon? Something alluring yet terrifying, but for you, it was mostly just alluring.

For a moment, Red Hood (which was the blurry red that stomped on the mugger like a bug) just stared down at you. His helmet had a shine to it, the eye piece showing just the tiniest bit of his real eyes. He was tall, muscular yet also lean, did you mention tall? And his scent—oh, gosh, his scent— made you feel weird. Good weird.

"You okay?" He asked suddenly, his voice deep, rough, almost like it was on the edge of breaking with every breath.

"Uh, yeah. Thanks." You managed out, nodding and slowly pushing off the wall. You stepped over the unconscious mugger on the ground, a part of you feeling pity for him as his face was right in rat poo. "For, you know, everything. Saving me and all."

He gave a simple grunt and nod, crossing his arms over his chest. He looked like he was trying to figure you out. Maybe he smelt your scent too. Maybe...maybe it was more than just a smell or feeling. Like a bond.

You cringed to yourself internally, no doubt showing on your face unintentionally and earning a raised brow from Red Hood under the helmet.

"You good?" You asked back, feeling like you had to break a silence. He had been staring you down for the past minute and you didn't know what to do. Something was telling you to stay, to take in his everything and call it yours.

"Mmhmm."

Oh, man. You almost felt your knees buckle. The hum of his voice was rough yet gentle. Something you couldn't describe, or maybe it was that simple words can't depict it.

"Right. Well. Thank you again. I'll be off now." You did an awkward sideways thumb pointing in the opposite direction you were going. Well, you definitely kept him on his toes.

After he was sure you left, he slowly lifted his helmet only up to the tip of his nose, and inhaled your lingering scent. Maybe he felt it too. That pull. That need.

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It happened again, after that. Then again. And then once more after that. It was like he was following your scent, perhaps unintentionally. You didn't think too much into it. You couldn't, not if you didn't want your hopes up. You talked a bit more every time, nothing too exciting. Then, that same scent that made you twirl your hair and pupils wide, flooded the bar. Only, he wasn't wearing a red helmet. He wasn't even Red Hood. A guy—a man—similar in height and build and even scent. You weren't dumb, but you also didn't poke around too much.

He took a seat at the bar, eyes meeting yours, and for a split moment he looked like recognized you. Well, because he did. Because Jason was Red Hood, the same guy who had been saving you for the past few weeks. The same guy who couldn't help himself when you were around and took an extra long, deep inhale of the air every time. It wasn't only the scent that drove you both mad, it was the feeling. The one that pulled you closer and said, 'Yo, he's your mate.'

"Can I get a beer? Draft." There it was again. That same voice, only less muffled.

You simply nodded and slid over his cold drink, fingers brushing against each other. That was the first time you've ever touched. That was the first time you've ever felt something from a touch. You gulped, turned your head away and pretended to be busy while he looked away and glided a finger on the rim of the glass.

The clinks of the bar and the soft music in the back helped distract from the fact that every instinct in you was yelling at you that he was your mate. You pressed your lips together and stared down a glass you were cleaning, keeping busy. You could feel his gaze on you, and when you glanced back just for a second, mostly because you couldn't help yourself, you saw his pupils dilate. The blue with hints of glowing green was pushed to the side as his pupils only got bigger when you both made eye contact. Yours dilated as well, and suddenly, as if in a trace, you were in front of him. Your hands touched again, a panting breath escaping you while Jason let out a growl. The growl wasn't a warning, rather it was almost comforting. Maybe you were just crazy, actually, 'cause there wasn't anything comforting about this man from anyone's perspective. Besides yours.

"Um, excuse me?" An unsure voice sounded from the other side of the bar, and you snapped out of your trace with a mumbled apology and hurried over, taking a customer's order.

Jason felt like a part of him was taken away from your hand left. A cold consuming him, one that instead of making him shiver made him desperate. He needed to feel your hand, your skin, your warmth.

Jason shook his head, rubbed a hand over his face, chugged the beer down and set the money on the counter. There was no way in heck he was going to get attached to someone, especially one he just technically met. He didn't need anyone, not anymore, but ...but gosh did he really need you.

Jason only visited your bar a few times afterwards, and as Red Hood he saved you with no more spare talking. Whenever you would slide over his drink and your hands brushed, mostly intentionally now, he didn't pull away. The bar was mostly empty now, just you and him, alone. Was this a set up or something?

"So," you started, a nagging feeling telling you to talk to him. "Another fight?"

Jason had bruised knuckles, well, almost always. His hair was swept to the side, the white locks in the front fluffier than the dyed black part. You wanted to run your fingers through his hair, to tug gently and massage his scalp after a long day. Wait, get back on track.

"Yep." Jason popped the 'p' as he took a drink, his eyes piercing yours over the rim.

"Mm. Uh, we have a first aid kit." You suggested after a brief pause. He only stared at you, trying to figure out if your intentions were good. Without a word you got the kit and placed it in front of him, glancing between his knuckles and face. "It'll be a bit hard to do it yourself. I can do it, if you'd like ...?"

Slowly, very slowly, he nodded and watched as you gently took his hand. He didn't miss the hitch in your breath, and you didn't miss the tension in his shoulders slowly going away. Or at least as much as it could. Carefully, you began to clean off his knuckles, focusing on the broken skin and the way his hand was bigger than yours. Crap. You could help a faint blush on your cheeks, and that just made Jason smirk.

"I'm Jason." He spoke after a moment, his faint smirk not fading.

In an exchange of names and eye contact, you both knew this wouldn't be the last time you'll see each other. And a part of you was super glad.

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You thought it was just because you've been talking more that you felt a connection with him, and he definitely felt it too. A good month passed and he never stopped visiting the bar, growing more confident in the teasing and the dark humor. You liked it, you liked him. And maybe, just maybe, he liked you too.

"How did you manage this?" You gasped, awe swirling in your eyes as you looked at the food Jason had prepared.

You were at your apartment, a 'hang out' in which he cooked for you and you both ate in the dim lightening. Okay, maybe it was a date, but neither you nor Jason was willing to admit it. Technically, this would have been the third date. Technically, you were mates, and technically, you were both too stubborn and uncertain to admit it.

"The real question is how do you manage to burn water?" He smirked, and oh gosh you felt yourself bloom at it. His canine poked out, his lips tugging up and his demeanor surprisingly chill.

"That was one time. And you were distracting me." You defended yourself, but you couldn't help the smile at your lips.

"Oh, did I?" His voice dropped almost seductively as he leaned forward, caging you with one arm.

At the sight of your blush he called it victory and let out a rare chuckle. Together, you ate with small talk.

"You got a little something..." He trailed off, his hand instinctively reaching to brush a thumb over your bottom lip.

"...Thanks." You managed out, wide eyed.

He simply nodded, memorizing the feel of your lip on his thumb even as he pulled away. It was silent for a bit before you took the chance.

"Hey, um, I know it might be weird, but...do you ever feel this, like, pull? When we're together, I mean."

Jason paused for a moment, almost as if surprised you brought it up.

"Uh, no. I don't."

"...Oh."

Crap, you just ruined dinner. Jason looked like he was about to jump out the window just to escape this conversation. You didn't really blame him. You pressed your lips together and saw his Adam's apple bob.

"You sure?" You asked softly, unsure yourself as you took in his expression.

"Why's it matter?"

"What?"

"Why's it matter? What I feel? What you feel... it's not that we really like each other. It's just the stupid pneumons."

You paused, setting your fork down and leaning towards him. Your brows were furrowed and voice more steady than before.

"I like you."

...

Jason clenched his fists under the table, searching your eyes. He looked like he had so much to say, but couldn't put it in words. In truth, he liked you too. More than like, in fact. Every part of him screamed at him to mark you, to push you into the couch and kiss you until you can't stand. To slide his hands over you and tease the hem of your clothing before wrapping his arms on your bare skin. To do so, so many things to you that you'd more than like. That you'd crave.

"No, you don't."

"Are you seriously telling me what I feel right now, Jason?"

"It's just better if you don't like me." His voice was getting rougher, almost raw, almost breaking.

"Better for who, exactly? Because I know you've felt it too. The pull, the need. Why? Why can't you admit it?" You felt like your own voice was breaking now.

"Because I'm scared, okay?!" He snapped. "Because whenever I'm with you I feel a need to do things to you. To ruin you in the best way possible. To hold you, and—and to kiss you. And crap, I can't have that happen. I don't want to need you. I don't want any of this."

You slowly sat back down, where you hadn't even noticed you stood, and watched him. He dragged a hand over his face and let out a shaky sigh.

"And in the end, do you really think it's better that way?" Your voice was softer, more you.

"...I dunno. Maybe."

You didn't nod, didn't shake your head, didn't even breathe. Your jaw clenched, matching his.

"You're wrong. I know it, and you know it too. I want you. I need you. More than anything." You confessed, your eyes not for using on anything in particular, but his were on you. "I love you, Jason."

He felt a heat settle in his stomach, a shiver down his spine. Mate. Mate. Mate. In less than a second he leaned over the table, grabbing you by the jaw and kissing you. It wasn't soft, it was desperate, like he was trying to convince himself. And it was working. The second you kissed back, the second he heard your little 'mm' and you heard his, he couldn't deny anything. His eyes opened just slightly, watching you as you held each other in a kiss. His hand squeezed your hip before pulling you in closer, sliding on the small of your back. He let out a whimper and slowly pushed you back until you were against the wall. The kiss got softer, but needy. Tender, yet passionate. Oh gosh was it addicting.

"Ditto." He whispered into your ear, biting your ear lobe just to hear that lovely gasp escape you. You felt his lips curl into a smile, and you couldn't help but smile too.

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Now, he was curled around you, holding you like he never wanted to let go. You had become his support. You had become his.

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Author here. Okay, did y'all like it? I dunno, I felt like it needed something more.

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Let's be fr, this isn't the weirdest post about the Batfam. So, let's properly look into the omega verse in the Batfamily. Not in weird ways, just what they are.

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Omegaverse Dynamics | Batfam Edition

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🖤Bruce Wayne – Alpha (Suppressive):

-Classic Dominant Alpha™, but he suppresses his scent with meds and tech.

-Doesn’t like when instincts get in the way of logic, so he is always in control

-Refuses to act on Alpha instincts unless absolutely necessary.

-People are lowkey scared when his alpha scent bleeds through in moments of stress or rage

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💙Dick Grayson – Beta with Alpha Tendencies (Versatile):

-Technically a beta, but his energy is Alpha-lite with emotionally intelligent seasoning

-Can go toe-to-toe with any alpha in leadership or comfort, and in turn can also calm down any (ABO)

-In a rare heat/rut situation (prob stress-induced), goes full alpha mode, surprising everyone

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❤️Jason Todd – Alpha (Recessive Omega Traits):

- The big A, but he’s got that feral wounded omega core buried deep

-Refuses to use suppressants, struggles with instincts

-Occasionally goes through omega-style emotional spirals and denies every second of it

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🩵Tim Drake – Omega (Suppressive):

-Secretly an omega, suppresses with tech and caffeine (he’s chronically overdosed)

-Hides it to maintain respect, but his scent gets “weird” during sleep-deprived crashes

-Very analytical about his own biology

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💚 Damian Wayne – Beta with Recessive Alpha Gene:

-Technically beta, but very dominant energy

-Has an alpha-level territorial streak, but with none of the scent profile (loves that it throws people off)

-Prob gets tested every few years because no one believes he's a beta

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🩶Cassandra Cain – Omega (Dominant):

-Rare dominant omega, not soft, but still deeply nurturing and intuitive

-She’s lethal, quiet, and can calm even the most rabid alpha with just a look

-Her scent is oddly comforting and terrifying

-Very in-tune with instincts, but channels them with discipline

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💜 Stephanie Brown – Alpha (Playful):

-Bold, chaotic alpha who refuses to follow any “pack rules"

-Teases everyone into submission and has zero chill about scent marking people she likes

-Goes into protective mode real fast when someone threatens her people

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💛Duke Thomas – Beta (with a rare latent omega gene):

-Chill, grounded, stable beta with that subdued chaotic side

-Weirdly attracts all like a magnet

-In extreme danger, the omega gene kinda activates, mostly in instinctual ways

-He jokes about being the “emotional support beta,” but it’s true

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🤎 Barbara Gordon – Omega (Masking):

-Ultra competent omega who keeps her scent masked 99% of the time

-She hates when people underestimate her because of it

-Doesn’t experience traditional heats, more like intense emotional/mental waves

-Gives off “CEO Omega” energy

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🤍 Alfred Pennyworth – ??? (Above the System):

-No one knows

-People theorize he's a beta, some say suppressed alpha, and others whisper "transcendent omega"

-Even Bruce steps back when Alfred gives The Look

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What do you guys think? 👀 Took me a bit to figure out what Tim was, ngl

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The Batboys and songs they would listen to on patrol (from my playlist)

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Bruce: Jouska by Ohgod (just needs to listen and not be distracted by lyrics)

Dick: Party Down by Envy (you can't tell me he doesn't jam to this while knocking goons out with his bare looks)

Jason: Because of You by Skunk Anansie (I mean, come on...)

Tim: Tonight You Are Mine by The Technicolors (Can so see him listening to The Neighborhood, too)

Damian: Whispers In The Dark by Skillet (He was definitely a Nightcore kid, too)

Bonus:

Damian and Jason sing Hot And Cold by Katy Perry just to annoy Tim or Bruce (or both).

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The Bet

💙Dick Grayson x GN! Reader

💙 Angst, short, self insert, High School AU

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Dick wasn't one to mess with people's feelings. Not intentionally, at least. But when his friends, the jerk offs who crashed soda bottle against their foreheads and called it enlightenment, suggested a bet, he couldn't resist. It was simple; try to date for more than three months. Dick was known for his relationships, his very rocky, very short relationships. Shoot, he had one that ended in less than a week. That didn't stop anyone from thinking they can change him, though. It didn't really stop you either. Dick thought it'd be fun, just to see who could actually put up with him. Then his friends pointed at you, who by all means was normal, and decided that you would be fun.

Dick consistently showed up after that day. Sliding past you, leaning against the locker he thought was yours, and chatting it up with you in spare time. It was...easy. Easier than he thought it'd be. Not that you were easy, just....he actually liked you. He started to look for you at lunch, and not just because of the bet. He would bump your shoulders not to just get your attention, but to feel you. Then, he asked you out. He never mentioned the word 'date', knew he'd probably scare you off, but he did go out with you. Multiple times. And then, when you blushed under the dim lights of the diner, fingers playing with a straw, and the softest, most beautiful smile gracing your lips, he knew he was in too deep. He knew he just fell in love.

"Be mine." He whispered, a faint scent of strawberry milkshake lingering in the air with the demand. He didn't want, he needed.

"What?" You met his eyes - oh gosh, his eyes- and your heart almost punched itself. He looked so sincere, so in love, and you didn't know what to do or say.

"Be mine." He repeated, his voice louder, his hand reaching across the table to just brush against yours. You didn't pull away, and he curled his fingers into your half clenched palm and held your hand oh so gently you thought you went to heaven right there. "Will you be my everything?"

You nodded, unable to speak, but the smile on your face told him everything he needed to know. He meant it. You meant it. So why? Why were you now standing in the hall like a deer caught in headlights after hearing him and his friends talk about the bet.

“Dude, I still can’t believe you pulled it off.” Jerk off #1 spoke, nudging Dick as he leaned against the lockers.

"What’s your speech gonna be when you win the bet?” Jerk off #2 asked, his fugly chuckle filling the hall.

You knew they were jerks, you expected it. But when Dick spoke, when he awkwardly laughed and didn't deny it, it broke you.

“Yeah… guess I really sold it, huh?”

“Bro, you’re like the romcom devil. You could teach a masterclass.” All the ones that surrounded him clapped him on the back like he was a king. Like he didn't just stomp on your heart, run it over with the Batmobile (you knew nothing about), gave it to the Joker, and then shredded it in a wood chipper.

You didn't say anything, and like a ghost, you left the hall and went on your way. You didn't meet him for lunch like you usually did. You didn't even respond to his messages, only left him on read. When he knocked on your house door you didn't answer, when he sent you an email and postmail, you didn't answer. It had only been a few days, a few days you used to wrap up your emotions so you didn't break in front of him.

He was by his locker, his brows lightly furrowed as he slowly out his books in his locker. When he heard your footsteps (yes, he memorized them), his eyes went wide and a smile started before he could help himself

“So…" You started, calm and controlled, arms crossed as if to hold yourself. "What do you win if I say ‘I love you’ back? A new car? Bragging rights?”

“Wait—what? No, I—”

“Did you ever mean it? Any of it? The late-night calls? The stupid poems you sent when I couldn’t sleep?” You didn't mean to make your voice crack, you didn't mean for your eyes to water slightly.

“I didn’t think it would go this far. I didn’t mean for it to happen like this—” Dick tried, hands hovering over you like he wasn't sure he deserved to hold you. His eyes were wide, his voice holding emotion, and he slouched slightly as his eyes never left yours.

“No. You just meant to play me. The feelings were just an accident, right?”

"Hey- no, no, no. They were real. It was real. Please." Dick took a step forward, his hands still up. The greatest thing to happen to him was standing in front of him, crying up because he was stupid. "Please, baby. I didn't mean for things to get this way. Let's talk. Let's- let's just talk it out, okay?"

But you had already turned your head, closed your eyes, and painfully walked away. He had confirmed it. He...You didn't even let yourself think as you made a b-line for the bathroom. The worst place with the worst smell, and yet you didn't care. Not now.

When he climbed up your house and through the window, getting tangled in the curtains and rubbing his head, you let him explain. You wanted to know. Despite everything you wanted to know why he was breaking your heart. And after he stumbled over his words and tried to explain? You just looked at him like he took your heart out and threw it at a poor dog.

“That’s the difference between us, Dick.” You said softly.

“What…?”

“You fell by accident. I jumped on purpose.” You had tears in your eyes, your fingers digging into your palms.

There was a beat of silence, filled with more emotion than either of you could express. Dick looked like you punched him when he creeped back out the window. He knew this was his fault. He knew and yet...he couldn't help but want you and hold you and love you selfishly.

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Ehhh maybe part 2?