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✶ DADDY'S LITTLE RAPUNZEL!

synopsis ⠀:: ⠀ when they do your little daughter's hair 🎀

including ⠀! ⠀ bruce wayne. dick grayson. jason todd. tim drake. damian wayne. ✶

contents ⠀! ⠀ fem reader. obsession? fluff. i love writing fictional men as girl dads. masterlist. english is not my first language. ✶

BRUCE WAYNE

Bruce takes it very seriously.

Every morning, your daughter climbs onto the bathroom counter while Bruce stands behind her with a brush like he's preparing for surgery.

"...Does it hurt?"

She shakes her head.

"No, Daddy."

"Tell me the second it does."

He brushes from the ends up exactly like you taught him.

Gentle. Slow.

If he hits a knot, he stops immediately.

"Found one."

Tiny fingers reach up to hold the section while he carefully works it out.

She watches him in the mirror.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"I wanna be pwetty."

Bruce smiles so softly it almost hurts.

"You already are."

He still spends twenty minutes making sure every little ponytail is perfectly even.

When she runs off afterward, he quietly takes a picture.

He has hundreds.

DICK GRAYSON

Dick's love playing with her.

"Welcome back to grayson's professional hair salon!"

Your daughter giggles before she's even sitting down.

"What are we doing today?"

"A princess braid!"

"Good choice."

He narrates everything dramatically.

"Step one..."

Brush.

"No screaming! Amazing client!"

She laughs so hard she wiggles.

"Princess, I need you to stop moving."

"I can't!"

"I can see that."

Halfway through the braid...

He accidentally makes one side way bigger than the other.

"..."

"...Don't tell Mommy."

She gasps dramatically.

"Our secret?"

"Our secret."

You walk in.

"...Dick."

"...Yes?"

"Why is one braid twice the size of the other?"

Your daughter immediately throw him under the bus.

"Daddy said don't tell!"

He places a hand over his heart.

"Oh you traitor!"

JASON TODD

Jason learned because he refused to let you do everything.

He watched tutorials.

Practiced on wigs.

Even ask Dick to help him.

(He never speaks of that day again.)

Now your daughter sits between his legs on the couch while he carefully brushes her hair.

"You okay?"

"Mhm."

"No pulling?"

"Nope."

He's surprisingly good.

Slow hands.

Patient.

Then she asks—

"Daddy..."

"Yeah?"

"Can I have two buns?"

"...Absolutely."

The buns end up slightly uneven.

She looks in the mirror.

"I LOVE THEM."

Jason looks like he just won the lottery.

"Yeah?"

"They're perfect!"

He absolutely pretends that was intentional.

TIM DRAKE

Tim researches.

Extensively.

Different hair textures.

Brush types.

Leave in conditioners.

Protective hairstyles.

He has bookmarks.

A spreadsheet.

You don't ask.

One morning your daughter climbs into his lap with a hairbrush.

"Daddy?"

"My appointment?"

She nods seriously.

"You have an appointment."

"Excellent."

He carefully brushes every section while explaining what he's doing.

"This helps keep your hair healthy."

"Healthy!"

"Exactly."

She repeats every word he says.

By the end...

The hairstyle is adorable.

Slightly crooked.

But adorable.

She hugs him.

"You make me beautiful."

Tim nearly cries.

"No."

He kisses her forehead.

"You were beautiful since the day you were born."

DAMIAN WAYNE

Damian refuses to admit he enjoys doing her hair.

"This is simply efficient."

Sure.

Every morning she's already climbing onto the stool before he even ask.

She hands him the pink brush.

"Please?"

"...Very well."

He's incredibly precise.

Every part is straight.

Every ponytail is symmetrical.

Every bow is centered perfectly.

You watch from the doorway.

"...She's spoiled."

Damian doesn't even look up.

"As she should be."

Then your daughter turns around.

"Daddy."

"Yes?"

"I want flowers."

"...In your hair?"

She nods.

Without another word, damian disappears into the garden.

Five minutes later he returns with tiny fresh flowers.

He carefully tucks them into her braid one by one.

She beams at herself in the mirror.

"I'm a fairy!"

"You are."

Then she throws her little arms around his neck.

"I love you, Daddy."

Damian freezes for exactly half a second before hugging her back just as tightly.

"...I love you as well, habibti."

You smile from the doorway, watching the self proclaimed "most disciplined" Wayne melt completely because his little girl wanted flowers in her hair.

He'll never admit it out loud.

But tomorrow morning, he'll already have fresh flowers picked before she she even wake up.

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[invincibabe]

For such an easily flustered boy, your boyfriend is very greedy. He’s always biting off more than he can chew and paying the price later on when he’s face to face with you and can’t form a proper sentence. You think it’s the cutest thing on earth—he thinks that he has a cursed mind and even more fucked up mouth for thinking he could ever own up to everything he had stated in your text messages. “Promise I’ll make you feel good, babe.” “Can’t wait to taste how fucking sweet you are on my tongue.” And now he’s sitting on the edge of your bed—still in his suit from patrols—refusing to touch even a sliver of your skin. That’s right, the cocky superhero who has saved the city more times than you could count on two hands was a nervous wreck. “You can touch me, you know?” You giggle, he doesn’t. His cheeks flush a peachy color as he scoots just a few inches closer. “I–I know that, was getting to that part,” He murmurs, a rough palm landing on your thigh with hesitance. He leans in just a little closer, close enough for his warm breath to tickle your skin. “See what you do to me? Make me so damn nervous, and hard, especially that.” He huffs, fingers fondling your soft flesh. “Yeah? I bet you love it, though.” You tease back, breath caressing the tip of his nose. His head snaps to the side like you just set off a bomb. You watch the red pigment slowly develop on his cheekbone—then spread to his nose.

“Fuck—yeah, I do. Way too much,” His lips quirk up into a soft smile, and the tent in his pants grows by half an inch.

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For such an easily flustered boy, your boyfriend is very greedy. He’s always biting off more than he can chew and paying the price later on when he’s face to face with you and can’t form a proper sentence. You think it’s the cutest thing on earth—he thinks that he has a cursed mind and even more fucked up mouth for thinking he could ever own up to everything he had stated in your text messages. “Promise I’ll make you feel good, babe.” “Can’t wait to taste how fucking sweet you are on my tongue.” And now he’s sitting on the edge of your bed—still in his suit from patrols—refusing to touch even a sliver of your skin. That’s right, the cocky superhero who has saved the city more times than you could count on two hands was a nervous wreck. “You can touch me, you know?” You giggle, he doesn’t. His cheeks flush a peachy color as he scoots just a few inches closer. “I–I know that, was getting to that part,” He murmurs, a rough palm landing on your thigh with hesitance. He leans in just a little closer, close enough for his warm breath to tickle your skin. “See what you do to me? Make me so damn nervous, and hard, especially that.” He huffs, fingers fondling your soft flesh. “Yeah? I bet you love it, though.” You tease back, breath caressing the tip of his nose. His head snaps to the side like you just set off a bomb. You watch the red pigment slowly develop on his cheekbone—then spread to his nose.

“Fuck—yeah, I do. Way too much,” His lips quirk up into a soft smile, and the tent in his pants grows by half an inch.

[invincibabe]

For such an easily flustered boy, your boyfriend is very greedy. He’s always biting off more than he can chew and paying the price later on when he’s face to face with you and can’t form a proper sentence. You think it’s the cutest thing on earth—he thinks that he has a cursed mind and even more fucked up mouth for thinking he could ever own up to everything he had stated in your text messages. “Promise I’ll make you feel good, babe.” “Can’t wait to taste how fucking sweet you are on my tongue.” And now he’s sitting on the edge of your bed—still in his suit from patrols—refusing to touch even a sliver of your skin. That’s right, the cocky superhero who has saved the city more times than you could count on two hands was a nervous wreck. “You can touch me, you know?” You giggle, he doesn’t. His cheeks flush a peachy color as he scoots just a few inches closer. “I–I know that, was getting to that part,” He murmurs, a rough palm landing on your thigh with hesitance. He leans in just a little closer, close enough for his warm breath to tickle your skin. “See what you do to me? Make me so damn nervous, and hard, especially that.” He huffs, fingers fondling your soft flesh. “Yeah? I bet you love it, though.” You tease back, breath caressing the tip of his nose. His head snaps to the side like you just set off a bomb. You watch the red pigment slowly develop on his cheekbone—then spread to his nose.

“Fuck—yeah, I do. Way too much,” His lips quirk up into a soft smile, and the tent in his pants grows by half an inch.

[invincibabe]

For such an easily flustered boy, your boyfriend is very greedy. He’s always biting off more than he can chew and paying the price later on when he’s face to face with you and can’t form a proper sentence. You think it’s the cutest thing on earth—he thinks that he has a cursed mind and even more fucked up mouth for thinking he could ever own up to everything he had stated in your text messages. “Promise I’ll make you feel good, babe.” “Can’t wait to taste how fucking sweet you are on my tongue.” And now he’s sitting on the edge of your bed—still in his suit from patrols—refusing to touch even a sliver of your skin. That’s right, the cocky superhero who has saved the city more times than you could count on two hands was a nervous wreck. “You can touch me, you know?” You giggle, he doesn’t. His cheeks flush a peachy color as he scoots just a few inches closer. “I–I know that, was getting to that part,” He murmurs, a rough palm landing on your thigh with hesitance. He leans in just a little closer, close enough for his warm breath to tickle your skin. “See what you do to me? Make me so damn nervous, and hard, especially that.” He huffs, fingers fondling your soft flesh. “Yeah? I bet you love it, though.” You tease back, breath caressing the tip of his nose. His head snaps to the side like you just set off a bomb. You watch the red pigment slowly develop on his cheekbone—then spread to his nose.

“Fuck—yeah, I do. Way too much,” His lips quirk up into a soft smile, and the tent in his pants grows by half an inch.

[invincibabe]

For such an easily flustered boy, your boyfriend is very greedy. He’s always biting off more than he can chew and paying the price later on when he’s face to face with you and can’t form a proper sentence. You think it’s the cutest thing on earth—he thinks that he has a cursed mind and even more fucked up mouth for thinking he could ever own up to everything he had stated in your text messages. “Promise I’ll make you feel good, babe.” “Can’t wait to taste how fucking sweet you are on my tongue.” And now he’s sitting on the edge of your bed—still in his suit from patrols—refusing to touch even a sliver of your skin. That’s right, the cocky superhero who has saved the city more times than you could count on two hands was a nervous wreck. “You can touch me, you know?” You giggle, he doesn’t. His cheeks flush a peachy color as he scoots just a few inches closer. “I–I know that, was getting to that part,” He murmurs, a rough palm landing on your thigh with hesitance. He leans in just a little closer, close enough for his warm breath to tickle your skin. “See what you do to me? Make me so damn nervous, and hard, especially that.” He huffs, fingers fondling your soft flesh. “Yeah? I bet you love it, though.” You tease back, breath caressing the tip of his nose. His head snaps to the side like you just set off a bomb. You watch the red pigment slowly develop on his cheekbone—then spread to his nose.

“Fuck—yeah, I do. Way too much,” His lips quirk up into a soft smile, and the tent in his pants grows by half an inch.

[invincibabe]

For such an easily flustered boy, your boyfriend is very greedy. He’s always biting off more than he can chew and paying the price later on when he’s face to face with you and can’t form a proper sentence. You think it’s the cutest thing on earth—he thinks that he has a cursed mind and even more fucked up mouth for thinking he could ever own up to everything he had stated in your text messages. “Promise I’ll make you feel good, babe.” “Can’t wait to taste how fucking sweet you are on my tongue.” And now he’s sitting on the edge of your bed—still in his suit from patrols—refusing to touch even a sliver of your skin. That’s right, the cocky superhero who has saved the city more times than you could count on two hands was a nervous wreck. “You can touch me, you know?” You giggle, he doesn’t. His cheeks flush a peachy color as he scoots just a few inches closer. “I–I know that, was getting to that part,” He murmurs, a rough palm landing on your thigh with hesitance. He leans in just a little closer, close enough for his warm breath to tickle your skin. “See what you do to me? Make me so damn nervous, and hard, especially that.” He huffs, fingers fondling your soft flesh. “Yeah? I bet you love it, though.” You tease back, breath caressing the tip of his nose. His head snaps to the side like you just set off a bomb. You watch the red pigment slowly develop on his cheekbone—then spread to his nose.

“Fuck—yeah, I do. Way too much,” His lips quirk up into a soft smile, and the tent in his pants grows by half an inch.