heyyy so like I completely agree that you should write up the batboys bumping into your ex. I’m so sorry you bumped into your ex- I put up with so much shit from mine (I’m sure you did too) and as much as I’d like to believe that I’d just fully loose control a little bit and rage at him or say something snarky and bitchy, I feel like I know deep down that I’d just freeze. And if I were to run into that situation, I’d just wish for someone to take the reins and take a protective stance over me ya know? To just make sure I was mentally okay and just remind me that I deserve to be treated way better and loved way better.
Aww yea I totally get that. I hope you find someone who protects you thru it. Sending love
how do you think the batboys would react to seeing you after you break up with them? like maybe they see that you’ve moved on and are in a happy, healthy relationship. do you think any of them would want to try ‘staying friends’ after the breakup? whether its because they cant live without you or want to convince you to try and take them back?
OO this is a fun one cuz I'm going thru a breakup rn
Breakup headcanons- batfam
Dick Grayson
King of pretending he is fine. He is so totally fine. You guys should be friends of course what else? He isn't wallowing in self loathing at all, no no.
That man will pretend to be the king of unaffected while lying in the shower crying . He is the human form of flowers by Bruno mars. Tries to casually ask you what he did wrong . "So uh ...as friends..what's like wrong with me? Like as a self improvement thing? Was it cause I bleed out on your carpet too often . Cause I could replace those, just..saying. like not that I want to replace them but...I could. If that's the problem"
Jason Todd
Angry. He is so so angry he can't even look at you. As soon as he hears it he slams the door and walks out. Disappears for weeks , maybe months .
He feels betrayed, he trusted you, he needed you and you're leaving him. Don't you know he has gone through so much.
Totally blames you but that's because internally it reinforces what he thinks was true all along. It brings back all his insecurities and makes it uglier . Worst ex ever.
Tim drake
Problem solver. Break up? Why would you want to do that? He is a caffine dependant, crime fighting , odd tendencies insomniac but he has money! And he is dorky and he is sweet and-
The type to try every trick in the book to stop you. Starts easy with gentle convincing and compromised but if you still want to break up, he will beg..then stalk...then gaslight.
If everything fails he just gets really awkward. Avoids you, saying the weirdest things and embarrasses himself constantly around you
I hate him. The man I had a crush on....I hate him. How dare a man be so confusing while being such a simpleton. He isn't a poet or into literature or art or ANYTHING. He is such a simple brained dude
YET HE IS PLAYING THE WHOLE ORCHESTRA WITH MY FEELINGS AND THOUGHTS
i have this crush on a guy right now. i met his in feburary maybe. I've not liked a man in so long the way I like him. last night he was plantonically in my bed, our feet were tangled and I swear on god , today the leg that was under his has this odd shooting pain its never had before. its more annoying that painful and I just......i don't know what to make of that.
aka jason wildly preferring you over everyone else
4 in 1 blurbs
warnings: standard batfam arguing etc.
You sit curled up embarrassingly close to Jason on the couch, head on his shoulder. The team is still in their gear as they filter into the living room, masks and helmets discarded in scattered locations between here and the cave. The mission had been fairly simple and with all of them together it only took a couple hours to finish up.
As you waited, Alfred had kept your mind busy in the kitchen while he taught you how he makes his famous ice cream from scratch.
The clamor of the heroic party’s return had made itself known sooner than later, and you think your face must have displayed your emotions nicely because Alfred nodded you away with a small smile and no second thought.
You’d walked into the living room, weaving through the mess of siblings until a hand snuck out on your left and grabbed your wrist. You barely had time to look at him before Jason pulled you down to sit next him on the sofa. He wrapped an arm over your shoulder, pulling you in and leaving virtually no space between you. His armor sits heavy against you, but a welcome weight on your shoulders.
Tim plops down on the couch across from you and you can just make out a bit of blood on the side of his head, aptly accompanied by an irritated look sprawled across his face. It’s not enough blood to be concerned about—not for them—but you can venture a guess that whatever they were up to shouldn’t have called for any injuries and his pique is likely directly related to that.
Though Dick’s goading aura might have something to do with it too, as he comes crashing down next to him a second later, partially sitting on Tim’s cape and pulling him into an awkward angle.
Nightwing doesn’t seem too perturbed by the younger vigilante’s agitation and curt manner of pushing him off.
The others are too caught up in chatter to pay much attention to you, and you can be certain that’s why Jason takes that moment to press a kiss to the side of your head. He lets his lips linger there for just a second as you lean into him.
Alfred’s own entrance is the only thing able to subside the flurry of conversations skirting around the room.
“A job well done,” he commends with a nod. “A selection of ice creams awaits you in the kitchen.”
He gives you a sly wink before retreating back through the swinging door, leaving Stephanie and Cass to practically trip over themselves trying to beat each other to the kitchen. Robin follows after unhurried, mask still on, with his hands behind his back.
Jason kneads your thigh before pushing himself up to stand. He turns back, looking down to you. “What do you want?” he asks softly.
You hum, "Just strawberry's good."
Tim sits up, "Can I—”
"No, you've got legs,” Jason grumbles, stalking off to the kitchen.
Dick barks out a laugh and you bite back a smile.
Tim looks absolutely aghast.
“That’s such bullshit. You know, he used to be nice.”
“No he didn’t,” Dick laughs, shaking his head. “Not since you’ve known him.”
Stephanie stumbles out of the kitchen then, the door hitting her back on the way, as she mutters a curse behind her. You can vaguely makeout Jason grunting something back before she rolls her eyes.
Steph looks at you, shaking her head as she returns to her seat, “You live like this?”
You shrug, “He’s nice to me.”
“Yeah, I bet,” Tim grumbles.
Jason returns after Cass a minute later with a bowl of strawberry ice cream and two spoons. He expertly ignores Tim’s unwavering glare as he resituates himself beside you.
He scoops your legs up over his lap and positions the bowl in between you, wrapping the sleeve of his jacket around it so that the cold porcelain doesn’t make contact with your skin.
The others have set themselves up so that the four of them are stuffed up against each other on the sofa adjacent to you, very obviously examining you both.
And while you’re willing to acknowledge the amused stares and singular glare, Jason only sighs heavily, rolling his eyes as he glares at the coffee table.
Only a few seconds of this are allowed to go by before he pulls over a throw pillow and sets it over your knees, so that it rests atop your heads like a mini-fort, successfully blocking out his siblings' view of the two of you.
You smile and press a light kiss to his shoulder as he simmers.
Regrettably, you miss the way Damian side-eyes the pillow above you as he re-enters the room, perching himself atop the back of the couch behind the others.
“This is so nice,” Dick preens. “He used to just leave the room when too many of us gathered in one place. Now he has to stay.”
Stephanie watches the makeshift fort with wary eyes, scooping ice cream into her mouth. “Yeah…I don’t wanna freak you guys out but, uh…”
It’s quiet for a moment and you guess Cass is speaking.
You’re proven right when Stephanie starts up again, “My thoughts exactly.” Her voice drops into a raspy whisper that isn’t really meant to go unheard, “I don’t know who the hell that is, but it is not Jason.”
“This is unprecedented,” Damian mumbles, dipping into his own chocolate cup.
“Do they always talk about you like you’re not here?” you ask Jason quietly.
“Yes,” he grumbles with a scornful look directed at the bowl.
A low hiss can be heard immediately after, “I’ve never heard him whisper before, what the fuck?”
You can’t hide your laugh as well as you mean to, but you know Jason’s light swat to your thigh is nothing more than a rib.
Mumbles continue along the other couch, mostly going unacknowledged, until Tim busts out, “He doesn’t even like strawberry!”
Jason snaps the pillow out of the way, “The fuck do you know about what I like?”
Tim resets his posture with one hell of an attitude, snarking, “Well I can name one thing you really seem to fucking—”
Jason grabs the pillow harshly and chucks it at Tims head which connects with a loud thwack.
Damian swats it away before it can knock him off balance, though his scowl is only half worth what Tim’s is.
“You’re unbelievable,” he says with a sneer. “This is why you don’t get invited to movie night anymore.”
Jason doubles back at him, “Sorry, is this not your own fucking house?”
Tim huffs, “Yes, which i—”
“Then get your own goddamn ice cream!”
Tim huffs as he stands, sending Jason a pointed look. “I’m going because I want to.”
Jason barely gives him a sardonic nod as he stomps off.
“Get me some too!” Dick calls back, only for the back of his head to be met with a sideways grimace from Tim.
As he leaves, the focus of the room seems to shift towards Damian dripping chocolate onto his cape and it fades away from there.
You turn to Jason, lowering your voice to just below a whisper, “If you don’t like strawberry—”
“I like it,” he tells you, leaving no room to argue as he takes a bite.
Voicemail.
Voicemail.
Voicemail.
Voicemail.
Declined.
Voicemail.
Declined.
Declined.
“I swear to God, he better be dead,” Stephanie mutters to herself.
She shuts her phone off and tosses it into the passenger seat with a huff. Her fingers drum against the steering wheel as she scans the sidewalk across from her car.
The night before the majority of the team had been involved in a less-than-successful plan, which some have called “a display of complete idiocy and inability to circumspect.”
Then Tim had to go and make a joke about that word choice in what was apparently a bad moment. This gave way to a harsher punishment of the team being forced to clean the batcave foot by square foot—notably, an impossible task.
So naturally, they had to retaliate.
The plan was to dismantle the batmobile piece by piece and leave it a collection of parts for Bruce to find. Problem being, the group as it stood didn’t possess the capability to do so without doing a great deal of damage to the parts. Damage, that the family was not willing to face extra retribution for.
Fortunately, they knew just the man for the job.
Unfortunately, said man has devoted his life to ignoring their messages, favoring to live peacefully and distantly from them. And because that peace and distance does come with an add-on of borderline complete secrecy from his family, no one had any idea where to look for him.
So, Stephanie decided to do the next most rational thing and track down your location. She’d hoped he would be with you like he always is, but for seemingly the first time in the last year—he’s nowhere to be found.
Now, was revenge for a minor-slight by Bruce so important that it required Stephanie to take all of these steps to get a hold of Jason? No, absolutely not. She’s pretty sure that the others have already given up on it by now and started cleaning. But it’s about the principal. And also, she does not want to clean the floors of a cave.
She jumps up in her seat when she spots you exiting a store, scurrying to unbuckle and pry the car door open.
She’s across the street in half a second, running directly into your line of sight. It actually would’ve been very difficult for her to miss your line of sight, considering she’d landed only a good six inches in front of your face. “Hey!”
“Oh, fuck—” you jump, grabbing your chest. You take a breath when you realize who it is, less surprised now by the theatrics of the introduction. “Hey Steph.”
“Hey,” she smiles casually, like she didn’t do what she just did. “So Jason’s been ignoring us and I need to get a hold of him,” she tells you.
You nod, still collecting yourself. “Oh. I don’t know where he is—”
She shakes her head, “That’s fine. Can I use your phone to call him?”
You frown, “Is something wrong?”
“With him, yeah,” she snarks. “I called him, Tim called him, Dick called him, Cass called him, Damian called him, we used Bruce’s phone to call him—that was a bit of a long shot, but still. This is our last option. Well, not our last option, if this doesn’t work I could get really invasive, but—” She shakes the thought from her head, “Nevermind.”
You nod blankly, taking in the mountain of information she’d just handed you. “How’d you know I was here?”
She scans your eyes back and forth for a second before her own widen in realization and she’s shaking her head. “No, no, don’t worry we’re not tracking you! I just hacked into the traffic cameras to find you.”
“Oh!” you exclaim, nodding some more. “Okay.”
You hand her your phone without any further questions—for your own sake—and she happily accepts.
“You know I texted him 115 times?” she tells you as she scrolls through your contacts.
You furrow your eyebrows, watching her click his name and press the phone to her ear. “Did you count?”
“Well, I had the time, di—you son of a bitch! One ring?” Stephanie scorns into the phone.
You can hear Jason groan on the other end of the line.
He says something to Stephanie that she follows up with a firm shake of her head.
“No,” she says defiantly. “She let me use it.”
Stephanie rolls her eyes, not pleased with his response. “What if it was an emergency?”
She listens for a second, skeptical look on her face.
She gasps suddenly, “I am not overstepping, we thought you were dead!”
Over the course of about ten seconds the shock on her face drops into just-been-caught guilt. “Well, I mean we considered it.”
You imagine Jason’s telling her to give you your phone back as she stands her ground, pushing, “If you promise to text me back.”
A short response on his end.
“Promise to text me back!”
There’s a brief lull before she’s giving a self-satisfied nod and jostling your phone back into your hands. “Here ya go. Thanks, babe!” She smiles wide at you before jogging back across the street, not waiting for the cars.
You smile as you watch her go, putting the phone up to your ear, “Hey Jay.”
You can hear the relief on the other end of the line. “Hey sweetheart. You know if you see Steph in public, you can just walk away?”
“I’m not going to walk away from your family.” You look again across the street, “Also I don’t think that was an option for me this time.”
“That thing is fucking scary.”
Cass smiles fondly, signing, “I think he’s cute.”
Tim eyes the way Salem traipses around his feet, yellow eyes staring up at him. “Why’s it even here?”
Jason rolls his eyes, continuing to scroll on his phone. “He’s hers. Deal with it.”
Tim scrunches up his mouth. “She knows I hate it. And she, unlike you, wouldn’t subject me to this just for the hell of it. So again I ask: why is it here?”
Jason huffs, looking up from his phone. “What do you want me to say? He wants to be.”
Tim scoffs at that, “‘It wants to be’? You’re the one who put it in the car.”
“No, I didn’t,” Jason says factually.
Tim looks at him sideways as Salem leaps onto Jason’s lap and nudges his hand up. Jason follows along as requested, petting the top of Salem’s head with an open palm.
Tim squirms to the other side of the couch with a look of disgust on his face. Salem watches him the whole time.
A smile adorns Cass’ face as she signs, “She says he can read people’s energy.”
Tim huffs, resting his head against his fist. “What does that even mean?”
The conversation is cut off by the clatter of you and Dick stumbling into the room, carrying a freshly painted headboard. Blue paint coats both of your hands and has no doubt stained your clothes.
You’re clearly struggling a bit to keep your grip on your end, the weight of the wooden frame dragging your arms down.
Jason stands and Salem flows along with his movements easily, leaping down onto the hardwood. He comes over and helps you lift your end of the frame with a stupid amount of ease, to the point that you’re not even holding any of the weight up anymore. The three of you—less so you—move the headboard and lean it up against the wall. After it's set down Jason steps back and looks over it gingerly.
“It looks good,” he murmurs to you, quiet enough to not give his brother the satisfaction of his approval.
Dick had asked you over to help him paint Damian’s bed frame as a surprise for him for not getting in any “altercations” at school this semester. You’d decided on coating it with his favorite color first and then fill it in with a collection of what Dick has “on good authority” are his favorite animals. It’s a fairly random assortment that you’re not sure adds to or disproves Dick’s credibility. You’d spent the better half of the afternoon googling animals you’d never heard of just to make sure you projected their likenesses accurately. Dick had been very clear that you had to be precise on the details because Damian would know if he was really looking at a komodo dragon painting or if it was “some common lizard.”
You sigh, “I hope he likes it. I’m worried we did it too childish for him.”
“He is a child,” Jason says plainly.
“But he is not childish,” you counter. And he sure isn’t. You’d had a hard enough time convincing Damian to watch cartoons, adding a colorful animal mural to his bedroom might be one step too far. You’re still trying to figure him out.
“He’ll like it,” he says firmly.
You smile, slipping around under his arm and tucking yourself into his side.
Not a moment later, Dick slings an arm around Jason's shoulder, grinning as he pulls his brother in close.
Jason’s immediately louring. "No, get away from me."
Dick, unfazed and still smiling, removes his arm and takes a big step to the right. You do the same, figuring he needs his space, but you get caught by the wrist before you can do more than sway to the side.
“Not you.”
He pulls you back under his arm, wrapping it around the front of your shoulders. You hook your fingers around his forearm, letting your hand hang.
You hear a double-clap from the other side of the room that has you both turning around to face Cass.
She signs something to Jason with a fond smile on her face.
You look back and forth between them as Jason waves her off. “What?”
He shakes his head, “It’s nothing. She said—she said we’re cute.”
You smile up at him and he deflects—not so subtly—and starts nudging you back towards where the group is gathered, now all standing.
Dick’s quick to start bragging off to the room about how great of a job the two of you did and how really complex and daunting it actually is painting animals for a child.
As he talks, your eyes find Jason, who’s definitely about to roll his eyes any second now. A bit subconsciously, your hand comes up to brush Jason’s white streak of hair back, away from tickling his forehead.
On the other side of Jason, Tim does the same, sweeping Jason’s hair back in a much more mocking manner.
This gives way to Jason smacking his hand away, harder than he needed to.
"Wha—You let her do it!" Tim protests, overplaying how much the slap hurt.
Jason scowls, "She can do whatever she wants."
Tim drops his shoulders, looking at Jason as if he’d been scandalized. “Oh but I can’t?”
“Not if it involves touching me,” Jason grumbles.
Tim steps closer, putting a finger to Jason’s chest. “You’re such a—”
From the floor, Salem hisses up at Tim, successfully startling the teenager. “Auahh—”
He stumbles backwards, grimacing at the cat.
“Fucking demon,” he hisses, walking away.
When Tim’s far enough away and Salem’s seemingly satisfied, he brushes up against your leg, purring.
You peer down at him with a furrowed brow.
“What’s Salem doing here?”
“I’m not doing this shit with you.”
“No, come on, 9 out of 10 times is what you said. How ‘bout just once? Beat me one time at anything, Jaybird.”
“Anything?” Jason asks like he knows damn well Dick can’t swear on that word.
Rightly so, Dick backtracks. “Something agreed upon.”
Jason throws his hands up, partially in exasperation, partially relenting.
Dick smoothly turns his back to him, announcing, “Opening up the room for ideas.”
Damian’s eye roll is almost audible from the corner armchair, where his attention is unmoved from intently sharpening a blade he’d recently come into possession of.
Bruce similarly remains unbothered in his seat, trying to read despite the distractions.
“Ooh, okay. Okay.” Stephanie wiggles up a little on the couch. “You could race!”
Dick shakes his head negatively, “I literally just busted my knee up two days ago, Steph.”
“Convenient,” Jason mumbles.
“You were there!” Dick exclaims with an open mouth.
Steph continues, “Um…”
Cass waves to the room from her position upside down on the couch, head hanging down next to Stephanie’s legs. Attention successfully acquired, she signs, “Staring contest.”
Jason grimaces, “That sounds like a nightmare.”
Dick gives him a faux-smile.
“You should play chicken,” Damian chimes in, holding up his knife.
“No,” Bruce drones monotonously as he flips a page.
“Tic tac toe?” Steph suggests.
Cass is already shaking her head as she scrunches up her mouth in thought.
Jason rolls his eyes, “What are we, five?”
Dick nods, cracking his knuckles as he thinks. “No, we need something that really proves our worth.”
Bruce looks up from his book, staring numbly through his brow, but remains silent.
“You could arm wrestle,” Steph suggests.
The elder brother twitches at that, “Uh, no.”
Cass moves past that before a joke has the chance to be made. “Handstand contest?” she suggests.
Jason shrugs, “Yeah, sure.”
The elder brother looks at him incredulously. “You’ll do a handstand contest with me?”
“That’s what I just said.”
Dick scoffs, “Jaybird, I’m an acrobat, you’re just some guy.”
Jason, not giving him the courtesy of eye contact, pulls his sweatshirt off from his back. “Well, you’re a lot of things, aren’t you?”
Dick throws his head back with a squint.
Jason fishes his phone out of his pocket and Dick follows suit, offended stare maintaining all the while.
No exchange is required as they both toss their phones across the room, landing together with a rough clatter on Damian’s lap. Damian’s resulting glare is borderline disgusted.
Dick starts them off, “Alright, go. One…two…”
Both men push up onto their hands, muscles flexing as they find their balance. Dick’s form is better, of course, but Jason looks to have a stronger foundation.
They both hold strong as several minutes go by with the brothers only maintaining the attention of some of the room, and the interest of none of it.
Stephanie huffs and tilts her head, thoroughly unentertained with the consistency they’re both managing.
“Starting to wish they’d picked something that moved along a little faster,” she murmurs to Cass.
Dick glances over at the younger brother, clearly displeased with his lack of trouble keeping up with him. He shuffles closer one hand at a time, using the decreased distance to poke at Jason with his foot, trying to knock him over.
Jason kicks him back harder, “Hey! Don’t be a dick—”
“Very funny,” Dick leers.
They both end up finding a struggle to keep balance and are forced to mind their own.
A chime rings out from the corner that has heads turning briefly in his direction before coming back to the competition.
“Whose was that?” Dick calls out.
Damian leans over and inspects the screens with disinterest. “Todd’s.”
Jason adjusts his position, “Who is it?”
Damian responds with your name.
“And?”
He picks up the phone shrugging like he couldn’t care less, “She wants to know if you want to go see some movie.”
There’s a brief silence before Jason drops out of the handstand, standing up.
Dick’s blood-flushed face peers up at him, bewildered. “Wait, what?”
The family watches with wide eyes as Jason picks his sweatshirt up off the floor and tugs it back on.
Stephanie gawks, bordering on laughing. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah,” he says simply.
Dick lets himself fall into a kneeling position with a huff, “You would rather go to some movie you don’t even know the name of than win a bet?”
Jason moues at him, “Uh, yeah.”
He tosses a twenty at Dick, and plucks his phone from Damian’s hand as he strolls past him, typing out a reply.
Cass sits up a bit and signs up to Stephanie, “Does he even like movies?”
Bruce, now attention now fully removed from his book, watches Jason exit with the slightest hint of a smile. Dick sits dumbly on the floor, staring after him with an open-mouth.
Damian twists the knife in his hands around contemplatively before rising to stand.
“I will go,” he announces, dropping his blade onto the seat of the chair. Jason grumbles a no but Damian follows after him just the same.
you know what happened to the last guy that didn’t reblog? … 🔪🧨💥😵⚰️🪦
Ever since I've moved to the US for college I've gotten so touch starved. My body physically feels hungry, like parasites under my skin begging for a hug. Back in high school in India it was customary for frnds to meet with a hug. My parents would hug me...my brother would too. Id get at least 20 hugs on weekdays and 3 on weekends at minimum
Not no one even shakes my hand. I'm even considering fucking a man if he will hold me afterwards. I can't sleep some nights and I'm surrounded by people yes. I have roommates and friends and classes. But my skin feels naked...desperate even. Maybe it was a mistake coming here. I have dreamt of this university my whole life. It's extremely prestigious and I worked so hard to get here. But I miss how everyone understood my humor back in India, how I didn't have to translate my brain to English or how the music at dance parties made me loose my fucking mind. I miss eating seasoned cheap food, walking with interlocked arms, respectful men , stray dogs and cats, and the feeling of belonging.
I miss getting drunk and dancing, here people only ever get high and then 'bedrot'. I don't want to bedrot. I don't want walk dates. I don't want to fuck on the first date. I don't like dating apps. I don't like tight clothes and I rlly rlly rlly rlly want a hug. I want someone to pat my head or hold my hand or kiss my cheek (platonically or romantically I don't give a shit) im so so so hungry.
I wanted to understand these people who are fighting with Jason fans, both canon fans and fanon fans, like, why? While some writers don't consider him wrong, they say he has trauma and yes.
I mean Jason is not a saint, nor the best but why the fight? It doesn't make any sense. I mean, Jason isn't a saint, nor the best, but why the fight? It doesn't make any sense.
im good my favorite person on tumblr. i just started college so I quit tumblr for a bit.
I remember everyone hating robin jason because of how awesome robin grayson was. and there are like a billion adaptations of jason todd in th media. i think the whole fight might be because jason as a character isn't a stable figure. like ak! jason is so different from red hood jason , etc. plus there are barely any main media adaptations of jason , all them are rlly second grade and poor quality.
CHEEKY TEASING PIECE OF SH*T this man is. Will calmly lift his face from your neck to grab the phone on the bedside table. "babyyy* y/n groan mad that he would stop. Oh she wishes he would stop. Because dick put the speaker phone on, kept the phone beside her face and continued to rail her. And she swears he got faster. "you don't want them hearing you do you sweetie? don't want them to know you're a whore right? you'll be good wont you?" he whispers. Somehow all this isn't affecting how he is talking on the call. his voice steady and friendly, but you can tell its hard for him too with the way his hand grips you tighter and his hips stutter.
Jason
Gets mad. how dare someone take away his moment of enlightenment, or joy, or ...ugh he cant even put it in words. has he not suffered enough? will growl and throw the phone against the wall smashing it completely. you let out a yelp in shock your eyes widening in fear which he quickly shuhses holding you face in his hands with gentleness that makes u think u hallucinated the aggression just second ago. slowly rocks into you kissing you slowly as if lulling you back into bliss.
Tim
didnt even realize. You have to tug his hair away from your breasts.."t-tim the phone" you point out "hm?" he is too far gone to register anything..too pussy drunk to think straight.."tim!" you say firmer, " ill call them back" he mumbles. not even the annoying ring of his phone can snap him away from you.
Bruce
groans before siting up to take the call still gently rocking into you. but unlike dick he isn't being mean about it. "bruceee" you whine clawing at his abdomen "pleaseee" you nearly sob. he's teased you enough before this( always does some form of foreplay and usually a lengthy one- usually denial rather than overstimulation) I places his finger to his lip to tell u to shush. Grunt as he talks over the call, will clamp his hand down over you mouth if you make too much noise
Hi, I’m new here and I love your stuff, and I’m really sorry since this is a really stupid question, but how do you think Jason Todd would feel about piñatas?
silly random questions are the most fun to write tbh
Jason most likely hates it. The loud sound, the hitting a poor pony, its just all too much and reminds him of when he was tied up by the joker and beaten with a bat. but pre joker jason loved it, since he never really had a happy childhood an never got what he wanted....pinatas were filled with wonder and childlike fascination and desire......i really hope alfred got him one when he was recently adopted .
What if you do angst x fluff? where Jason Todd fights with Y/n, had he just fought with Dick or something and he accidentally hurt his girlfriend? 👿 I like this dynamic, but I want it to be a real fight, you know? he enters a PSTD.
Im gonna do headcanons , warning( check the request)
Jason todd x y/n - he hurts her
out of all batboys he is most likely to lash out in aggression, by a landslide actually, especially fresh out the pit jason/ nightmare jason/ jealous jason.
He is also very very hard on himself about it.
Lets be honest here, this dude grew up on the streets , was trained to be a vigilante , got tortured, died, blah blah. He doesn't know how to control or regulate his emotions at all. He was never taught how to and the pit rage still is a part of him. He is really broken and so its very likely he lashes out
He is also very very insecure, he gets all in his head and he just cant control it and pushes people away.
You make him believe he can be better, that he deserves love and that you get what he is going through. Early on in the relationship he would just leave and not come back for weeks out of guilt.
once you convinced him to not leave and explained how much it hurt you, and once he explained how much at risk you could be but you accept the risk- after a very long discussion he learns to stay.
later on in the relationship he does overcome his insecurities and lashes out much less, so for him to actually physically lash out on you could only be one cause.
You betray him. He is either very jealous, maybe you have a childhood guy friend you refuse to leave. or maybe its a very hot coworker you refuse to stay away from in the name of professionalism. Or maybe jason just had an encounter with his past tormentors and they said something that got to him head and then he sees you laughing at the joke of your cute neighbour with the dog that likes you too much.
Now he is yelling and you're aggravating the situation. you had a bad day at work, and though you're usually calm and understanding , since you know what he has gone through, but you were just so annoyed that day or had a bad day yourself.
So when you start yelling back at him, he smashes a vase against the wall away from you. what he did not calculate was how the glass shard could fly and hit/scratch w2 you right in the arm. the second he sees you injured time stops
He crumbles, literally . crawls to you sobbing, hyperventilating - he might have a sezuire. this was his literal worst nightmare, and now its happened. you know he wasn't aiming the vase at you. you could either immediately realize or storm off and lock your bedroom, in the latter case he lies on the ground in front of the door the whole night sobbing out how sorry he is.
But if you comfort him and tell him its okay, he will just hold onto you and cry.
it takes him a while to forgive himself( a long while) so rough sex is gone, play fighting also gone. he goes silent , withdrawn almost depressed. You need to be patient, let him understand he didn't do it on purpose and this changes nothing in your relationship.
overtime things go back to normal, but he refuses to fight with you. He wont do it ever, he will leave , not for weeks but he will never put you to risk again. its like the cycle restarts and it takes him a while for him to trust himself around you when he's mad.
the thing here is, and stop reading the fic if you want to remain delulu (cuz I do too)
jason had a shitty past, he is not gonna be a perfect partner. he is going to be complicated and difficult to be with and you really cant expect anything else. it is very possible he straight up slaps you and then runs away to space for a month and then turns up on your doorsteps sobbing. He will often moan and cry about his past to you, bring it up often, often ruin the mood. He wont let you get a propers night sleep or let you have guy frnds and that an get annoying. ofcourse with love commitment and communication it could hcnage but you do at least for a while have to deal with that. No one expects you to clean up your lovers mess. this is only fiction and should not be romanticized. unless your irl partner died and was tortured for 2 yrs - you shouldn't deal with their shit. you have enough shit of your own to deal with
as a person who was with a guy who is depressed, I can tell you how hard this sort of relationship is. you sacrifice a lot. He developed depression one yr after we started dating, I left him 10 months after that. For 10 months I stayed with a guy who was cheating on me then calling em and crying about how "violated he felt" after consensually getting blojbs from random girls, randomly dissapearing for 4-5 days without a single text, who never wanted to talk anything about me not even for a minute, who couldn't listen to my problems but expected me to stay up 4 hours till like 6am even though I usually sleep at 11pm and then get up at 7am for practice. And I did it all, because he was depressed and I felt guilty about leaving him . But you need to prioritize yourself no matter how hot or broken a dude is. unlike jason, you can not "fix him".
*pssst* hey, umm, do you think you could write for a reverse trope I found? Tim Drake x reader perhaps? (I am head over heels for him) “when it’s too hot to cuddle” I just think it’s great. Feel free to ignore if you don’t feel up for it, and take care of yourself
Im so sorry im so so late , i love this trope
Tim Drake x reader - “when it’s too hot to cuddle”
"Ugh isnt gotham supposed to be cold and gloomy?" you groaned sprawled out on the sofa in nothing but tim's boxers and a cloth bra
"global warming babe, still not as hot as you " tim spoke from over the kitchen. Of course Mr cool temperatured drake isn't struggling as much as you are. Winters are harsher on him though so it even out.
the heat had damaged most of the air con vents of the house and the ones running were'nt efficient enough. Tim of course didn't want to spend his day off fixing the aircon when he could be spending time with his pretty girlfriend .
"Not the time for flirting timmy , istg I would stab the sun right now but moving is too hard " tim chuckles as he walks over with a cold iced tea/leamonade for you.
"Aww why didnt you just get me a soda " you got up excited at the prospect of chewing on ice and drinking the sweet cold drink.
"sodas will dehydrate you, srsly how are you still alive y/n"
"cuz i got my own little know it all"
"I dont know it all"
"please, you literally stalked me " "ITS NOT STALKING IF YOURE MY GF AND YOU KNOW ABOUT IT"
"Sure sure"
Tim starts to wrap his arm around you but you yelp and push him away. he gives you the side eyes and tries pulling you imn again "Tim noo its too hot"
"But im cold skinned y/n" he pouts. "Still, skin to skin is uncomfy. told you to call the aircon fixing dude "
"Ugh why isnt gotham cold and gloomy right now"
dw you guys still cuddled, tim had a toxin that cools his body temperature significantly and even after you protests(very serious ones too) , he decides he's rather sacrifice his health than give up cuddles.
I'm thinkingg...how would it be after the batboys encounter reader after the breakup? do you think they'll pretend that they are completely fine or they would tell the reader to take them back? i love the way you write these characters 😭💗
aw thanks for the compliment . also I did write a readers breakup headcanon thingie so check that out.
But with Jason Todd!!! Btw I love your writing and I hope your summer is going well!💕💕💕😩
Hey im so sorry but im living in India so I cant open tiktok( its banned in this country ) so like send me the name of the headcanon and ill write it in 24hrs pinky promise
my summers going great so far , a bit dull the heat is killing me. hope you have a great summer too!!
omgg i always imagine tim with an indian/south asian reader. saw it mentioned on another blog/ask but making chai for him to get him to stop drinking coffee (and he gets addicted to chai instead). imagining him trying to deal with the aunties.. he’s rich AND smart?? and he isn’t racist?? and he doesn’t hit you?? they think you bribed him.
Not to be racially insensitive and ofc all our experiences r different but this is so common (Im north Indian with a little Spanish in me shifting to NY and had a black ex I was with for 1 yr) Honestly i see so many similarities in asian, black and brown cultures...idk why? like why do we all have nosy aunties and why do all our parents try to first hide us from the opposite gender and then arrange marriage us? And why have we all been hit by either a chapaal , belt or slap?? I have a caucasian roommate and she is always so confused by our traditions.
Tim Drake x diff culture reader-
You're dating a white boy- you get one of two reactions- "our kid is GOING TO GET A GREEN CARD AND WONT BE RANDOMLY KICKED OUT FOR NO REASON AT ALL" or " ay dumbass how will a white boy understand our culture(the classic "what will others say")
Well little did they know that everyone will say good things. he is so respectful and handsome (AND RICH) they love him so much.
I bet the kids just rlly like him. Your male cousins hate him cuz UK the traditional comparison that parents make. Even the older uncles will be a little hesitant cuz sorry not sorry- tim is a pretty boy.
That is until a roberry or a drunk uncle becoming abusive at an event happens and with a simple twist of the arm and kick to the ankle tim has the person disarmed and under control....without a single wrinkle on his shirt like its a daily routine for him( It is though). now the uncles and younger male cousins love him.
the older aunties always loved him. They get to squish his cheeks and he gets them all presents (personalized ones cuz he got the stalking gene and he just wants to seem like the perfect husband material to you) . He got the little girl cousins swooning cuz he is literally prince charming and he just talks so sweetly to everyone. (probably keeps candy in his pocket- learned it from jason )
its hard not to love him tbh HE IS SO UNDERRATED AHHHH
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