REQUESTS CLOSED (too many requests to do first :) ) You wanna rule them by fear, but what do you do with the ones who aren't afraid? Jason Todd & BatCat sideblog (may contain Ivy x Harley, batfamily in general, ...)
Hey everyone! It’s my birthday and I’ve been considering re-starting this blog. So I’ve been wondering whether:
- That’s something you guys would want or if you’re all good (which would be okay, I know there are A LOT of highly talented and skilled people in this fandom, including several who are better writers than me. I wouldn’t feel insulted.)
- What you would like to see more of (type of writing: headcanons, fanfics, I ship you with things, a mix,...)
- Whether there are any fics of mine currently up that you’d like to read a sequel (or prequel?) to.
“ No, I wanted to wait for you.” He scoffed.
“ What?”
“ I just haven’t really had anyone waiting for me to have food in my own place in a while.”
“ No girlfriend? Or boyfriend for that matter?”
“ Not sure I’d as readily have left you here if I had. In my line of work… it’s difficult to have a serious relationship.” You nodded slowly and ignored the sting you felt at those words, some sort of regret. He extended his arm and waited for you to place your hand in his. As soon as you had he pulled you off the bed with ease.
“ Let’s get us some food then. Any preferences?”
“ The spaghetti looks pretty decent.” He grinned “Of course it does, Alfred, a ... close friend of mine taught me how to make it.”
You rubbed your eyes, trying to be a little more alert again. You didn’t want to faceplant into your food as soon as it was ready. You walked over to the sink, ran some cold water and splashed it in your face. “Okay, awake…ish.” He tossed you a towel before opening the fridge and shoving the food in the microwave.
“ Do you do this often? Take people in need to your place and play protector?”
“ I don’t take ‘em to my place, no. “
“ What made me the exception? Bad intentions after all?” The fact you could joke about that said a lot about how at ease you somehow still felt around him.
“ Yeah, I’ve went through all this trouble just to hand you over to your evil ex anyway.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm but he still looked back at you to see if you had noticed that.
“ Well, at least you’re getting me food first. ”
“ Heating food isn’t really cooking, but if this is you trying to get me to cook for you once we can probably arrange something. You do the dishes though.”
“ Deal.” You looked around again. The guns were gone.
“ Where did the weapons go?”
“ Where they’re supposed to be, locked away. I don’t usually have them on display, I was cleaning them.”
You noticed he was trying to figure you out somehow, looking at you like he had in the support group with those piercing eyes. He shook his head as if to shake away some thought in his head, while he took off his leather jacket. You allowed yourself to give him a proper one-over as well. Dark hair in contrast to his bright eyes, muscular arms, muscular body actually. Handsome as the devil and quite possibly twice as dangerous.
You noticed that each time the notion of him possibly not being a good guy crossed your mind, it had less effect on you. You felt connected to him somehow, be it shared horrible experiences, be it the fact that he probably saved your life… you didn’t know what. But you felt safe with him. And it made no sense.
“ Didn’t you promise me to teach me how to take a gun away from you?”
He smiled. “ I remember, yes. Food first, self-defense second. “
He scooped half the contents of the glass pot into one bowl, and half into another. He handed you cutlery, drinks, glasses and a bag of grated cheese. You hadn’t noticed just how hungry you were until you smelled the food.
You didn’t talk much during food, nor did you pay any attention to at which speed you were eating. “This is really good.”
“ Clearly. You’ve got something on your cheek… and chin. “ Your eyes widened as you tried to get it off but he grabbed your wrist gently, leaned forward and used his thumb to wipe it off. The spaghetti of your chin first, then on your cheek, then right next to your mouth. His thumb touched your lips for no more than a second but you had made direct eye contact in exactly that second.
Damn.
You stopped looking at him after he did. You had no idea how long the stare had lasted. A second? A few minutes? No clue.
“ Jason?” He didn’t make eye contact again when he said ‘Yes?’
“ Why were you looking at me before? At the support group?” He swallowed the food in his mouth, drank some cola and sighed.
“ Cause you looked just as excited to be there as me. “ You nodded.
“ So it has nothing to do with you also feeling this unexplainable connection to me?”
“ Are you trying to flirt with me?” Yes. No.
“ No. It’s a genuine question.”
“ That’s unfortunate, flirting lightens the mood. Yeah, I felt that too. Drawn to you… in a non-creepy non-stalker way. “
You laughed. “Yet here I am in your apartment already.”
“ Yeah, usually I have to pay for a couple of drinks and pretend I’m an interesting person.”
“ Like you wouldn’t have a small crowd around you. “
“ Not the type of girls I’m usually interested in.”
Don’t ask if you are. For fuck’s sake, you’re in a stranger’s apartment for an unknown period of time already do not hit on him. How can you even be thinking about that considering the circumstances?
He frowned at you. “ You’re doing that thing again.”
“ What?”
“ The worried thinking thing. You’re safe. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
He looked at you again, you just opened your mouth, realized you had no idea what to reply, and closed it.
“ By the way, you get the bed. I’ll take the couch.”
“ Why? That bed’s massive. If we each take a side…” He raised his eyebrows.
“ I’m not… I’m not suggesting… I mean… you know what I mean.” He did that smug smile thing again. “Yeah I know. You sure? It’s fine, it’s a great couch.”
“ You’ve done so much for me already, I’m not going to steal your bed. Actually, maybe I should take the couch.” You mumbled “Cause a serious relationship is one thing but I’ll bet you’ve had a fair share of girls in that bed already.” You yawned, vaguely starting to realise you were so tired that you were no longer trying to keep whatever crossed your mind from also crossing your lips.
“ Why would you think that?”
“ Cause I’ve seen you.”
“ And I look like a …”
“ Very hot guy and you’re nice and you’re probably not as good as you seem to be.”
“ Although all of that is true, I think it’s time for you to get some sleep.”
“ Sorry… I rant when I’m tired. “ He nodded. “How about you have a shower while I set up a secure line so you can call someone?”
“ It’s not that urgent. I moved here. Live alone. Away from the ex, figured he wouldn’t bother to follow me into another district. That he wouldn’t find me. ” Your eyes widened. “And if you are indeed evil, I just told you something you can definitely use if you intend to murder me, fuck.” He was clearing the plates off of the table before he sat in front of you. Crouching, trying to make himself look smaller than you. Not threatening. “ Good thing I’m no Gotham psycho then.” He got up and tossled your hair which you tried to get back into place.
“ I’ll do the dishes, get that shower. You’re more tired than I am.”
“ You still look
very
awake.”
“ Don’t need a lot of sleep. Anyway, do you wanna keep that on to sleep or do you want something of mine?” You wanted clean clothes and a shower. Definitely.
“ Do you have anything that fits me?”
“ I’ve got some shirts which probably look like one of those oversized shirt-dress things if you want.”
“ Sure. That works.” You were low-key relieved he didn’t happen to have any clothes meant for women in his closet. He walked along with you.
“ We can pick some clothes up tomorrow if you want. Well, maybe best not actually. I can … get you some things from a store? They’re going to be at your place, I guarantee it. “ You groaned.
“ Fine. I’ll give you my sizes and whatnot tomorrow when I can think again.” He placed the shirt in your hands before pointing at a shower on the other side of the room, which you could pretty much see from the bed.
“ Don’t worry, I’ll head back to the kitchen and stay there until you return.”
You looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “You better. You may have saved my life but… ”
“ Got it.” He winked at you. You noticed he was easing up, treating you less like a victim and more like someone he just invited over.
You undressed and got into the shower, trying to let the water wash away some of your worries, your concerns. Counting your lucky stars for only having work you could do from a laptop. You wondered if that would be safe, logging into any accounts from here. You’d have to ask him. When you got out of the shower you realized you smelled a lot like him. It made sense, his soap, his shampoo, but somehow it hadn’t crossed your mind. It smelled good. You slipped your underwear back on and put on his shirt. It was indeed long enough to be a -short- dress. But it would do. You walked over to the bed and threw your clothes on a chair beside it. You wandered over to the kitchen, to find him tossing a towel towards a chair and fistpumping when it flung around the back of it. You clapped and smiled at him, your head tilted, when he looked at you. After the initial look of surprise he bowed. “Thank you, thank you. My shirt looks better on you than on me.”
“ Are
you
flirting now?”
“ Does the emphasis on the ‘you’ mean you were doing that before after all?”
“ You’re insufferable.” He walked past you as he took off his shirt and headed towards the shower. You wanted to look away, to some extent, but you couldn’t if you tried. Your eyes were fixated on the way his back muscles looked as he tossed the shirt to the side.
“ I suggest you look away if you don’t want to see more.”
“ You presume I’m looking.”
“ I
know
you’re looking.” He looked back at you. “Final warning.”
“ You don’t care if I would look?”
He shrugged. “ Not self-conscious enough for it.” He unbuckled and when he was in his boxers you decided the time had come to look away and get into the bed. You got under the covers and heard water running. You eventually decided to open your eyes and sit up a bit again, so you could see the shower on the other side. The glass was tinted, the condensation blocked all else from view but you could see contours. You dropped yourself, letting your head hit the pillow again, when you heard he turned off the tap. After about another 10 minutes where you tried not to imagine him getting dressed you noticed he tried to steal a pillow away, still standing. You grabbed his wrist.
“ Why are you grabbing a pillow?”
“ I’m going to the couch.”
“ We’ve discussed this. IF anyone is sleeping on the couch it’s me.”
“ Look, I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. “
“ Which is?”
“ I don’t want you to think I’m trying to take advantage of someone who’s just been through a lot. “
You opened your eyes and looked at him. He was wearing pyjama pants, sure enough, but no shirt. Still no shirt.
“ Keep your hands to yourself and we’re good.” He wanted to speak again but you didn’t give him the chance; “ Otherwise I get into that damn couch. And if you’ve claimed it I’ll take the damn floor.”
“ Headstrong, huh?”
“ Yep. Besides… I feel better with you next to me.”
“ You were pointing a gun at me less than two hours ago.”
“ That’s because you startled me with that brother of you.”
He scoffed. “Yeah, he tends to have that effect on people. Not as easy on the eyes.”
“ No… I mean it. Stay. Please.” He looked at you. “All right.”
A/N: By popular demand I present to you, the sequel.This is gonna be slow-burn, cause well meeting at a support group = trying very hard not to accidentally take advantage of a vulnerable person. I could write more... I’m gonna probably write more... lemme know if you want more.
LINK TO PART I
You were still taking in all that he had said when you parked the car. Thoughts raced through your head as you let your wrists rest on the steering wheel, not looking at him. Who the hell did you get into the car with you? “ Why did you tell me all this?” From you peripheral vision you saw he was looking out of the window, presumably looking for any sign you’d been followed.
“Because I’m taking you into my apartment and I’d rather not have you screeching because you see some weapons around.” You swallowed hard. You had seen weapons haphazardly scattered in someone’s house before, and that hadn’t been a good sign in hindsight. You were not sure what to do now. “ So you’re a vigilante?”
“ Just… trust me when I say you’re better off not knowing the details. I’m one of the good guys. Mostly.”
You shook your head slowly. “Right… “ You were reconsidering your options, trying to calculate just how risky it would be to return to your own place. How likely was your ex really to send someone else after you? Right? Wrong. You remembered being grabbed less than an hour ago, and flashes of his face from how he’d lash out near the end of the relationship came back. Cold shivers shook your body to the core again. Jason seemed to sense something was off and looked at you. “ You don’t look good.”
“ Thanks for the compliment.” You muttered under your breath.
“ I know that look. You… “ He sighed. “ You remembered something didn’t you?” You were breathing out slowly, you noticed only now your knuckles were turning white from grabbing the steering wheel. “Yeah.”
Jason reached out his hand to touch your arm but pulled it back instinctively. Withdrawing from his touch had nothing to do with it being him. You just weren’t sure to which extent you’d appreciate anyone touching you right now.
Jason shifted in his seat.“ Look, I know you barely know me but I’m banking on you feeling the same kind of connection I felt when I saw you out there. I don’t know how you feel, what your story is, and I don’t need to know. I recognize some things in you. All you need to know now is that you’re safe.” He noticed the hesitation. “I won’t let him hurt you.”
“ You don’t even know him. I learned the hard way that when he wants something…”
“ His army of jackasses seems to know me. That’s enough to know what kind of guy you were with. And if I say he won’t get you…” Jason checked if his gun was loaded. “ … he won’t. “ He looked around again. “ Although we should probably get inside. The fewer people know can see you’re here, the less minions I have to ward off.” You looked at him, doubt in your eyes.
“ Look, I know trusting me after all I just told you is probably difficult. I understand. But sitting here is dangerous unless this car happens to be an armored vehicle. You were followed by one guy up to your car, they probably expected to get to you easily which bought us some time… but I have no idea how long it will take for him to send another. How ‘bout you get inside and I park your car a bit further on? “ You inhaled deeply. What option did you really have? Making a run for it? They’d catch you. At this point, all you could do was trust the gun-wielding stranger. You were hoping you didn’t have a type. “Okay.”
“Let’s get you inside first.” He guided you inside the building, as you were standing inside the elevator you took notice of his posture. He stood up straight, strong, as if nothing could touch him. You couldn’t help but wonder to which extent he was also just visualizing what a man who couldn’t be hurt should look like and if he, like you did, wondered if it’d help. The ‘ding’ of the elevator startled you for a second as he looked at you sideways “Bit jumpy huh?”. He unlocked the door and threw his keys down on the counter of his apartment. You looked around and noticed primarily modern furniture, some pizza boxes on the counter. He scratched his head; “Yeah, wasn’t expecting any guests. Actually, have you eaten yet?” You shook your head when you noticed a small arsenal of weapons on display. “I’ve got some food I can heat up for you. But I’m gonna move your car first.” He noticed you were being particularly quiet and looked around, following your gaze.
“ In my defence, I warned you those would be here. Don’t worry, I don’t hurt anyone with em that didn’t deserve it.” You raised an eyebrow as you closed in on the table. Combat knives and handguns primarily, but he also had an AK-47. You swallowed. “ You know that doesn’t make you sound any less like a psychopath, right?” He grinned. “Fair point. Tell you what, you can pick one and I’ll teach ya how to disarm me when I get back.” You shifted uncomfortably.
“ You are free to leave whenever you want. “
“ But I’m not. “
He shifted. “Do you want me to drop you off somewhere instead? I could take the car and park it somewhere else to lead them away.” The thought of your family or friends being held at gunpoint made you shiver. You tossed the keys his way.
“ Is that a yes?”
“ No I’m taking my chances with you. Hope I’m not wrong this time ‘round.”
“ You’re not. Ever used a gun?” You clenched your teeth. “Yeah I did. Only reason I’m still alive I recon.”
“ Would be okay with taking one again?” You nodded slowly.
“ Take one from the table. I’ll be away for about half an hour. I expect you to be pointing a gun at me when I enter. “
“ Wh… oh. Because then I’m pointing it in the right direction if it isn’t you?”
“ Yeah, caught on fast.” He gave you a small smile. He walked over the table and handed you a gun and a holster.
“ If I’m gonna need this to stay here exactly how am I safer with you?”
“ You won’t need it. This building is mine and I fortified it. Anyone enters, I’ll know. “
“ Why an apartment then? If you’ve got that kinda money?”
“ What do ya think stands out more? An apartment in a seemingly old building, where normally you’d hear the tv’s of the neighbours and there’d be prying eyes if you owned this kind of arsenal or a mansion? I just opt to live here because it doesn’t stand out nearly as much. It’s just a safety precaution. I’ll be back soon. Help yourself to some food. Seriously.”
You roamed around his apartment, trying to wrap your head around the events of that night. Somehow you thought he would never find you again, never send his men after you again. You had clearly been mistaken. Checking the refrigerator you found a bowl of spaghetti sauce . It wasn’t the only thing in there, but most of it looked of the takeaway variant. This somehow looked and tasted home-made. There was enough in the pot for two people so you decided to wait with actual eating until he got back. You tried to avoid the window, pulled the curtains and sat down on the bed while you looked at his apartment. It was surprisingly spacious and nothing like what the outside would lead you to believe. Whereas that looked run down, the apartment was modern, with very few walls, except for one to the bedroom. You were exhausted, and you knew it from the moment you decided to lay down on the bed. You felt your eyelids getting heavy…
You shot up straight when you felt a hand on your arm, instinctively scooting away from it. “Calm down, it’s me.” You needed a second to remember why you were in an unknown apartment but it came rushing back painfully quickly. When your eyes focused on him again, you noticed another man leaning against the doorway and pulled the gun. “Who is this? What is this?”
Jason raised his hands. “ This is Dick, my… brother.”
“ He usually uses insults to describe me, must’ve caught him on a good day.” Neither of them seemed remotely worried at the gun aimed at them.
“ Why is he here? “ You were internally cursing, why did you trust the handsome stranger who literally told you he owned a fucking arsenal of weapons? How could you have been so naïve? Because you had no other option.
“ He has better contacts with the police here than I do. He can help tracking down your ex so I can watch over you. I can’t do both at the same time.”
“ He insisted on being the one to stay with you. I offered to keep you at Wayne Manor’s guest room but…”
“ She’s safer here, Dick.” ‘Dick’ shook his head with an exhasperated look on his face.
“ You’re … Waynes?” Jason shrugged. “I wouldn’t say I am. Look, we’re going to help you. So you can have your life back. In the meanwhile… you’ve got a bodyguard.”
“ Not sure if I have the money to pay for a bodyguard.”
“ Good thing I’m not looking for money then.”
You realized the gun was still in your hands and handed it back to Jason. “By the way, y/n… next time you threaten someone, turn the safety off first?”
“ Why are you helping me?”
Dick grinned a little, while Jason shot him a warning side glance.
“ Because I know how it feels to be hunted. To be afraid. I refuse to let you die just because I thought you had it figured out.”
“ I’m gonna head back. I’ll speak to you two in the morning… or at noon. She looks like she needs some rest.” He kneeled next to the bed, making him smaller than her. “ You are safe here. As safe as you could be. “ You nodded and tried to force a smile.
“ You want me to call someone for you?”
“ Can’t I just…”
Jason shook his head. “ No you can’t. Only over a secured line.”
“ I’ll call some people over a secured line, that’s good enough.”
“ Well… then I’ll leave you to it.” He looked at his brother, who nodded at him and got up to see him out. You heard locks being put back in place before he returned to you and sat on the edge of the bed.
“ Have you eaten yet?”
In order to get this blog started I’m going to tag all the DC/batfam writing blogs I can think of! If you don’t wish to participate just ignore this but I’d love to see everyone I tag write something because you’re all amazing!!!
He’s probably blatantly flirting with you but you can’t tell if he’s serious about it at all
He at first convinces himself he’s just having some fun and the flirting isn’t genuine, until you don’t pay as much attention to it anymore. That’s when he notices that bothers him a bit too much for it all to still be platonic banter
80% of the time speaks to you the same way he would if you were actually dating him
Includes that he refers to you as ‘babe’ already, when asked about it tells you you need to get used to the nickname sometime considering it’s inevitable you’re gonna fall for his charms
Innuendoes. Lots of ‘em.
Subtle physical contact, he tries to touch your hand, stands a little too close if you let him, holds you from time to time when he feels like you could use a hug but eventually also just whenever he sees you,...
And he gives the best hugs you’ve ever had.
Chases away any guy who even just looks at you the wrong way simply with a glare.
Introducing you to the batfam, especially to Alfred - who knows he’s interested before you do but won’t tell -
Ditching people a little far too willingly when you even just hint at wanting him around. You get lost somewhere? No problem, he’ll be right there, and doesn’t give a damn about walking out on whoever he was originally talking to. (”What is it this time? Some newbie villain in dire need of a life-threatning situation?” Jason puts on his jacket as he takes off while saying “She needs me.” “Some damsel.” “I wouldn’t be interested if she was.”)
A/N: Really liked this request. Kinda made it into my own though. (Not sure to write more for this, I might? Depends on the feedback I guess.)
Jason felt uneasy when he took one of the seats in the circle. They had put fluffy red pillows on the seats, some softness to make up for their fucked up experiences. Wonderful how naïve people could be… as if that’d help. He took a look at the other people, they seemed about as happy to be there as him. Probably persuaded or blackmailed into seeking help as well. He hadn’t even needed such desperate measures: anything to stop Dick’s constant nagging.
“ You have to give yourself the chance to heal.” (He felt like he healed up well enough, ya know, for a dead guy his skin looked fantastic.), “ You will be able to meet people who share your experience .” (Zombie friends. Exactly what he needed.) And last but not least: Damian’s addition that he didn’t even need hubris to bring him down just a crowbar. Eventually he grew tired of it and decided to go. He was barely there in time, but he was there. After him, a woman barged in, a lot less nonchalant than he had. Backpack in hand, and saying ‘sorry’ to the person who seemed to be the guiding speaker/psychologist. The woman had a certain kind of guilt in her eyes as she was saying it, too. The psychologist immediately said it was no problem with a warm smile, as the other latecomer took the free seat across his.
You were still out of breath. Traffic was terrible as is but it got so much worse as you were trying to keep a busy schedule to forget about all the other shit that went wrong. You weren’t sure if it was a good idea, whether it would even remotely help you to actually throw it all out on the table. But… you could use talking to someone about this who wouldn’t look at you with pity while they were uncomfortably shifting in their chair. Everyone here had their fair share of emotional scars to get them to this place. You scanned the room while a woman started to talk.
“ Each of you is here because you are battling the aftermath of dark period in your lives. Someone has abused you, and you are here with people who have experienced abuse as well. Speaking is part of the healing process. Knowing you are not to blame for what happened to you is the aim. I will give each of you the chance to talk about what happened. You choose how much you feel comfortable sharing. Please be respectful towards one another and allow the others to talk, and tell their story, they…” the rest of the explanation was lost on you entirely. You felt eyes on you, and noticed the man across the room. Jet black hair with a white streak, icy blue eyes and quite frankly possibly the most handsome man you had seen in a very long time. But from all places to develop a crush on a total stranger, this was probably not the best one.
You focused on your surroundings again when people were starting to share their names. Only one name stuck. His. “ Hi, I’m Jason. I’ve been told I may be suffering from PTSD after being kidnapped and tortured.” After him another person spoke and also shared their name and in one sentence why they chose to be here. The man smiled at you and you weren’t sure how to respond with that so you looked anywhere but at him.
“ My name is y/n. I was ..” You swallowed, not entirely having such an easy time to say what happened with all those eyes on you. You naturally started to look at him again. He gave you an encouraging small nod and somehow you managed to continue. “ I was physically and emotionally abused by my ex.” Something seemed to flare up in his eyes at those words. Not the usual pity. Not the usual shifting eyes trying to find the nearest exit. Anger. Not directed at you but at someone who wasn’t there. You wondered if it was the man who kidnapped him or your ex. As he only got that look in his eyes after your story you could only guess the second... but why would he get that angry over that? He didn’t even know you... you shook the thought and listened to the other stories. Some people had come here before, but they seemed there to show the beginners that recovery was possible. After everyone had been spoken to, she asked who wanted to share their story with the group. Everyone seemed less than interested to go first.
“ ‘C mon, nobody will judge you here, we’re all here to listen and to talk.” Her glance landed on you. “Could you perhaps...?” Your felt your heartbeat in your throat and tried to swallow. This was too soon. All those eyes on you… when you opened your mouth the handsome stranger, Jason, spoke up instead.
“ Sure, I’ll go first.” Everyone in the room knew damn well she had been talking to you. But you were grateful he took her cue instead so you didn’t have to. He was still speaking to you rather than to the group.
“I was kidnapped as a teenager. A typical Gotham psycho got to me and tortured me. They… got to me in time, obviously, I’m still alive.” He seemed to disbelieve those words and said them mockingly. “.. but I’ve been beaten with a crowbar and he played psychological tricks on me, I don’t want to get into detail. He tortured me in most ways I could imagine and then some, except for sexually that is. It pisses me off that he’s still alive. As long as he lives he’s a danger to people. They didn’t put enough effort into stopping him. In the meanwhile… I have to deal with the fallout. The flashbacks, the nightmares. So essentially I got fucked over by the people I trusted, because they did not protect me as they promised me they would, and then there’s the fact I was beaten to a pulp. So yeah, that’s my sob story. Well, half of it. There’s also my deadbeat dad and my the fact that my mother didn’t make it beyond my teenage years but that’s a story for another day kids.“ His voice was laced with a mocking, devil may care attitude, but you could tell it was the truth. You were the one staring now, your gaze locked on his. He really had been through hell and back. The woman nodded and thanked him for his open-heartedness and willingness to speak first. After him, the others were more willing to also speak up. He mouthed ‘You’re welcome’ to you as you gave him a grateful small smile.
You felt lucky that they ran out of time before it was your turn. Each person who did not get the chance to speak would get their chance the next session. With that promise, you considered not attending that next time anymore. You put your own jacket back on, as well as your backpack and headed towards the door. As soon as you stepped outside you felt something was off. Something or someone was watching you. Jason, you did remember his name, walked out of the door and approached you and acted casual while zipping up his jacket. “ Don’t panic but I’ve got the feeling someone is watching you.”
“ So I’m not going mad?”
“ No guarantees there. We might be going mad together. I know you don’t know me but will you let me walk you home? ” You looked him in the eyes. You really wanted to say yes.
“ No, sorry. It’s not you it’s just…”
“ I get it. Don’t worry about it. Just…” He handed you what looked like a combat knife. “ be careful.”
” May I ask why you’re carrying out spare combat knives to hand out?”
” Do you want to know?” You swallowed.
” Next session maybe.”
” Let’s make sure you get there safely first. Watch your back. Something’s out there, I can feel it.”
You walked on and heard something again. Something creeping up on you as sudden but as clinging as a shadow. You clutched the combat knife as you walked to your car. Someone grabbed you from the back and knocked the knife out of your hands. “You think you could get away from him that easily sweetheart?” There was a hand on your mouth, muffling noise while you struggled to get away from the man’s grip. You were considering your options, trying to remember how to twist your arm when someone interfered.
“ I think she fucking can.” The man who grabbed you was looking into the barrel of a gun. A red hooded man stood there.
“ Get out of here. She’s under my protection now. Come after her again and I will find you. “ A flash of recognition went over the guy’s face as he ran for it. You thought you heard someone curse and a shiver went over your spine. He lowered his gun, picked up the combat knife and walked over to you. He handed the knife back to you with the hilt pointed at you while you rubbed your wrist and leaned against the car door, shaken up. You instinctively clung to him, as a means to stabilize you from the shock and get you up straight more than anything else.
“ Jason?” Anyone else didn’t make sense. You weren’t sure if he’d even speak up.
“ Good guess.”
“ I changed my mind. ” He nodded and walked behind you towards your car.
“ It’s him. “ You hissed in a quiet tone.
“ Figured as much. Want me to get into the car or can you handle it from here? Does he know where you live?”
“ Yeah, haven’t found a new place yet.” He nodded.
” Want me to join you there? Keep you safe? If you trust me that is. “
” Yeah. I do. “ He got into the car, looked around and took off the helmet once he was inside of the vehicle.
“ What about the motorcycle?”
“ I’ll pick it up after we got you home safely.”
The car ride was considerably silent. You weren’t sure what to ask him or tell him. He leaned with his elbow on the armrest of the car door.
“ He seemed to recognize you.”
“ He probably did. I’m not your average guy. But I don’t hurt people unless it’s to save others.”
You opted to just take his word for it. There was something strangely soothing about having him around. You had this feeling that you could trust him, which you in all honestly hadn’t ever had before. But you weren’t sure whether to trust your instincts anymore.
“How did you stop the nightmares?”
“ I didn’t.”
You swallowed. “ I get it you know. “ He looked up, slightly frowning, unsure what you meant. “I get that you want to kill him. That’s what you meant isn’t it? But it wouldn’t fix the broken pieces. “ You stared at the road ahead, lights flashing by. You continued. “You know what they told me? That hating him wouldn’t heal me, loving another might and it would break him. Because it would show him he didn’t own me anymore.”
“ What do you think about that?” You shook your head at his question.
“ I think I couldn’t if I tried. Not that easy to trust anymore.”
“ You can. It’s fear that’s holding you back. It’s what he wants.”
“ You think he’s gone? That he will stay away now?” He shook his head.
“ You could stay with me instead. Until you find a new place. No expectations, I won’t try anything with you. Could teach you how not to get disarmed so easily.” He sighed. “ I can protect you there, if you think you need protection.”
“ So what are you? A cop?”
“ Not quite. But I don’t want you to get hurt and after what happened tonight…”
“ I might take you up on that offer.”
“ Okay, then turn right here. “
You could use a protector, or at least someone who understood who didn’t look at you as a work in progress when you were putting the pieces back together.
“ But there are some things you gotta know about me before you get into my apartment…”
Batboys’ behavior after getting caught cheating on their S/O
A/N: Ah this was so difficult. Primarily cause I can’t imagine any of em cheating? For each I’m inclined to say possibly did it to purposefully drive his s.o. away because he realized he’s putting them in harm’s way and can’t convince them to leave so he decided to fake doing something bad enough to make them leave him. But that’s a cop-out so HERE WE GO. Up to the reader what happened, making out and getting seen by their s.o., texts on their phone, they had sex with someone and weren’t the ones to tell their s.o. … (there are a lot of ways to interpret cheating, for me it’s kissing someone else willingly and sex with sb else but I know some people consider less -or more- as cheating so, open to interpretation that one).
Dick:
Developed feelings for another, caved at a very vulnerable moment when his relationship with his s.o. was at a very low point
Even if his s.o. calls it quit, doesn’t start something with the other person out of respect for them
Understands his s.o. if they want to leave him and never once says it’s their fault. No matter the nature of the fight.
Doesn’t try to convince their s/o to get back with him because he feels he’s not worth it.
Got caught because he was still considering how to tell them in a way that would hurt his s.o. the least.
Convinces people close to his s.o. to go talk to them and support them and tells mutual friends to side with his s.o., not him.
Consumed by guilt after, feels like a terrible person.
Can’t focus anymore, constantly recalls their s.o.’s heartbroken face.
When someone tells him off for what he’s done he accepts it, never tells them they’re wrong, because he believes they’re not. Any insult he gets thrown at him he feels is right.
Buries himself in work for the Justice league or anything else that he can get his hands on. But when his s.o. (ex or not) calls he’s there in an instant.
Jason:
Beats himself up over it, over blowing up his relationship with the person he loves more than anything in the world over a (probably drunken) moment of weakness after a fight
Knows just how bad he fucked up and immediately wants to come clean about it, also terrified of losing his s.o. though, keeping him from doing so.
Tells his s.o. to do whatever they want to him in retaliation but does ensure them they love them still and that it didn’t mean anything.
Wants to do anything to get his s.o. back but also wants his s.o. to get angry at him because he doesn’t feel like he deserves being forgiven easily when his s.o. is hurting over it
Drinks if the relationship really is too broken to repair for his s.o., locks himself in though, doesn’t go out.
Watches over his s.o. from the shadows just to make sure they don’t hurt themselves or get careless in a city as dangerous as Gotham, until they’ve either taken him back or gotten over him. Even if it tears him up inside.
Continues with even more dangerous behavior than ever before, because he to some extent is out to get beaten up over what he did, even if his s.o. won’t do it.
Damian:
Probably did it either because he wasn’t aware the relationship was that serious yet or out of retaliation
Tries to defend himself at first, give reasons, but when he listens to his s.o. and sees how hurt they are he lets that go.
Severely underestimated to which extent it would hurt his s.o.
More afraid to lose the one person who really got him than to lose them as a lover
Feels bad about it, really bad, but hides it, doesn’t cry doesn’t get emotional… only when the screaming dies down he apologizes silently
Allows for their s.o. to throw whatever they want his way (words and objects alike) and doesn’t say much in return
Tries to soothe his s.o. if they let him
Actively puts effort into rebuilding the trust between them if his s.o. is up for it
Will threaten to beat up anyone who tells him there’s plenty of fish in the sea anyway
Tim:
“ I get it. And you can say whatever you want. I’ll never hold anything against you. I don’t deserve to get you back after. You deserve the world and I put you through hell.”
Cries about as hard as his s.o. and tries to hold them and soothe them
Leaves if his s.o. tells him to, after apologizing again and telling them he still loves them and always will
Obviously remorseful, written all over his face
Calls himself an idiot, to anyone who’ll hear it and continuously asks anyone and everyone how his s.o. is doing if there is even the slightest chance they’ve seen them
If his s.o. broke up with him but decided to try to be friends again, tries to be supportive even as far as his s.o. dating new people goes. Doesn’t date himself unless they’ve gotten someone because he still hopes to get them back somehow, someday.
A/N: Once again I’ve proven that Jason is my fave. I know there are a million ways to do Soulmate AU’s and this is what inspiration brought me to. This CAN be read as a sequel to, well, most of my Jason fics but ESPECIALLY this one.
Somehow something always drew you back to him. Just as strongly as something gravitated him to you. Each night he wound up at your door, or you at his. He never seized to get your heart racing again, your blood running a little bit faster. Most fights were because he was too forgetful.... he couldn’t seem to remember that he was still mortal. You had broken up a couple of times over it, but somehow your lives seemed intertwined. Teenage lovers to … whatever it grew into. You knew he was yours to the same extent you were his, but some days that was all you knew. Especially since...
Since the last thing you heard of him was a message on his death. The realisation had been creeping up on you. You weren’t together at that but it tore you up from the inside. Even more because you had gotten into that fight with him the night before. He might have been with you otherwise. He didn’t come for you the very same night to make up… that was the first sign.
You felt such a sense of despair, inexplicably and you knew what that meant. You had looked for him but you couldn’t find him. The second sign.
That was the one that made sure you knew he had died in a lot of pain in hindsight. After finding out through, from all things, a news report. Someone who trivially read what had happened in a solemn voice only to move on the next day. Then, there was darkness, emptiness, a void. Like a dark hole it seemed to suck up all the light in your life indefinitely. You didn’t feel guilty because you feared he died not knowing you loved him, you knew he knew that, but you did feel guilty because the last memory he had of you was fighting. For about a month you had been on auto-pilot. As sobbing mess on the floor, with friends regularly stopping by to remind you the world hadn’t ended. They didn’t realise that to you it had. How do you go on with half your soul missing?
Your answer? By avenging him.
One suicide mission later you had to be saved and you had hoped it would be him to save you. Of course but it wasn’t. You tried to move on but the world felt grey and white. Your soul numb. Maybe you had influenced this new... version of him. He might be channeling your reaction to his death through whatever connection you shared. Or, maybe he was always going to turn out looking for revenge and you just got a headstart because he was six feet under. One way or another. You understood what drove him now, because you shared the feeling that the Joker had to die for what he did to Jason.
And then tonight happened. He was back. You figured your suspicions would either get proven right or adopting Jason’s impulsive nature would get you taken out. You had sought out the dangerous Red Hood and found him. As soon as you saw him walking around, you had known. You weren’t wrong. And now he was back in your bed. Just like always, holding onto him felt right, just like always, his body fit against your like a glove and your missing piece clicked back into place. Like he had never even been gone.
You felt fingers tracing your back and turned around in the bed, leaning against him, pressing your body against his while he took you in his embrace. He muttered an ‘I love you ‘ against your ear and you reveled in it. You could remember how much you had craved to just hear his voice again. You knew nobody would ever love you like he did. All-consuming but right. You knew he would have your back through anything, protect you even if it cost him his own life and would be there for you through anything… with a sarcastic comment to boot.
He had come back different. No way to deny that. But you knew for a fact that in the end there was no version of him, in any lifetime, in any time, you wouldn’t want, no, need with you. He was still Jason, but a more dangerous version. He was living the saying ‘what doesn’t kill me better start running’ but this time with an AK-47 in hand. You would oppose it but you knew damn well he needed the rush of the chase after all that happened, of that kind of constantly shifting goal in life. He didn’t even need to tell you. Just like before you understood him without words. Just as long as he would come back to you. And that was your main concern. He had become more wild in every way possible. That meant taking all his usual outlets and pushing them to the limit… including those that took place in bed. By lack of better words; he fucked as if the Lazarus pit treatment could wear off any day.
“ Why aren’t you asleep yet?” You turned around to face him.
“ Cause I’m scared you’ll be gone when I wake up.”
“ Babe, you’re never gonna get rid of me, ever again.”
“ Good.” You kissed him, hard, desperate and he returned the kiss with the same passion and fervor while you ran your hand down his chest again. You wanted to get as close to him as possible, skin on skin, because as long as you were touching him and he was touching you he was alive and with you.
He had gotten… a bit crazy perhaps. But you couldn’t blame him for it. It’s what happens when you go to hell and back. And damnit, when his hands were running over your skin and you felt your body pressed against his you knew for a fact you were a little too willing to go along with whatever he was up to. You’d join him to the ends of hell because you couldn’t save him from it when he was taken. You would be the one to makesure he forgot all about the shit that happened that day and all days before. Just like he made you forget all that happened in yours.
Okay so this is technically too graphic for me but f it. The main issue is that I don’t know how to really elaborate on this that much? Anyway my headcanons concerning this:
Jason is up for practically anything and would end up loving it
Dick would be fine with it to please his s.o. but would not be that into it in particular himself
Tim would get flustered when just bringing it up, let alone doing it. But could be easily persuaded by his s.o. in the spur of the moment
Hello! Can I have a ship with one of the bat boys please? I'm African and Native American. I'm 5'6 and very curvy. I have brown eyes and medium length curly dark brown hair. I wear glasses and I'm a vegetarian. I'm night owl and always listen to all kinds of music to help me sleep. I'm very sassy brutally honest. I'm an archer, swimmer, violinist, pianist, and I absolutely love to read. I also love traveling, debating, and going on adventures. I want to be a wildlife biologist.I Love animals.
I ship youwith (adult obviously) Damian Wayne
Hetries some vegetarian dishes as well, and is absolutely fine with regularly just joining you in eating vegetarian dishes.
Anyonewho dares make negative comments on your eating habits after he overheard itsomehow turns up shortlyafter apologizing to you… in a cold sweat.
Hereally puts in an effort to find out more about your cultural background, getseducated on Native American customs and arranges trips to Africa on a regularbasis. Loves to hear about your stance on your cultural heritage, genuinely interested.
Whenyou intend to read a book he thinks is terrible, he’ll get you another oneuntil you forget about the ‘bad’ one. You don’t complain because he’s somehowvery good at ‘guessing’ your taste in books.
-Insaneamount of banter, both being brutally honest means no pent up frustrations(which is what makes your relationship so damn strong, nothing to play outagainst each other) but at family parties you’ve got Jason getting popcorn and makingbets who’ll win the argument and Alfred getting out the ear plugs. In themeanwhile Dick and Tim are discussing the likelihood of both of you being assassy as you are because you get far too much practice from being around oneanother.
Nobodystarts an argument with either of you when you’re together cause they’re boundto lose it against the combined verbal proficiency and argumentation skills youbring to the table.
You’vegot a deal with him in which he makes sure you get some basic swordmanship skills down and you teach him basic archery. Neither of you is all too good at gettingthrough it without some sort of discussion but somehow it works out pretty welland you both get the hang of the other’s skills.
ithelps him wind down after a long night of patrolling to hear you play theviolin or the piano. Also shown to be an ideal way to wake him up without him getting a bad morning mood.
Damianprefers animals to people in a lot of ways so he 100% approves of you enjoyingbeing around animals.
(NOTE: I took this one on but these are technically closed atm though. Only requests I’ll take for the time being are headcanons, working on fanfics atm)
Better off with you watching over me (Jason Todd x Reader)
A/N: Okay so I finally finished this… at uni in the library. You’re all a bad influence on me. I had a hard time figuring out how graphic to go with this so hope this is what you were looking for? Anyway, here ya go anon ;)
You were staring outside the window again. It was dark outside. Apart from some outlines and dim lighting you didn’t see anything, you just heard the rain ticking on the window and the warmth of a blanket around you. You gritted your teeth as you were trying very hard not to think of the million things that could be going wrong with Jason right now. After his death he had become more reckless… and you were scared you weren’t going to get him back again if something… happened. You shook your head as you tried your damn best to ban those ideas out of your head. They were no good now and they never would be. It was part of the deal to grid and bear it. You grabbed your laptop and dropped yourself in his couch. Not quite as luxurious as his room at Bruce’s place, but more… anonymous somehow. It felt good to be alone together but at moments like these the place just felt desolate.
You opened your laptop and glanced at the time. 2 am. Damnit, you were lucky you didn’t have anywhere to be the next morning. Not that you wouldn’t be there if you had. You had just had one of those days where you couldn’t get him off of your mind. You sensed something was off, usually when this happened he came back more torn up than usual. You glanced over at the bandages and the disinfectant you put ready. “Jason where the hell are you even at.” You murmured. You checked some texts online, they were interesting enough but not to the extent they banned the worry that clung to you like wet clothes. You decided laying down was an option and started to dose off when you heard someone enter the door and closing it behind him. You opened your eyes. Not sure what you expected to see.
“ Jay… please tell me you’re still alive.”
“ Well, I’m technically undead.” You opened your eyes and saw him standing there in the doorway. Suprisingly, he didn’t seem too badly hurt. Some cuts and bruises at most. Nothing he wouldn’t have been able to easily fix himself. He flung his leather jacket in the general direction of a chair where It flung over the back support.
“ An ungodly hour for a booty call. What the fuck are you doing here at this time?” He asked, sounding tired and utterly done with the world in and of itself.
“ I wanted to check up on you. What happened?”
“ You’re better off not knowing.” He grunted. He looked frustrated and something you could not define as easily.
“ Bad day at work, huh?”
“ Doesn’t begin to cover it.” He walked over to you and you noticed something was really, really wrong this time. “ Jason what happened.” He sighed and sat next to you, legs spread and taking up a lot of space in the couch.
“ I stopped some jackass from killing a woman. “
“ That seems like a good thing to me.”
“ Not the first victim. And she’s alive, but in a coma. Fuck, she looked like you. Same… hair and build.“ You arched your eyebrows.
“ Did you think she was me?”
“ Of course not, I’d recognize your ass anywhere.” He grinned but it wasn’t genuine.
“ Jay.” You were pleading with him not to joke about this for once. He always did this.
“ No. But it served as a reminder. Being with you puts you in the line of fire. I made a fair share of enemies, maybe she was supposed to remind me of you. They could have found out I’m not entirely on my own. Maybe you should… steer clear for a while.” He started to take off his clothes, revealing some cuts and bruises but once again nothing he couldn’t handle himself.
“ I know for a fact you’re not self-conscious about how you look so how exactly do you intend to persuade me if you’re gonna run around shirtless?” That earned you a smile. You followed him into the bathroom as he ran some water of the shower already. He used with hot water, and it took some time for the thing to heat up. He got under the water but you knew he could still hear you and vice versa.
“ I’m serious, y/n.”
“ About the being without me for a while… Indefinitely you mean? You’re never gonna stop being who you are, doing what you do. I ain’t going anywhere. I know the risks and the code to the gun safe.” He looked at you proudly through strands of hair stuck to his face.
“ My little rascal. No, just until I know for sure he wasn’t working for someone or a copycat.”
“ Not a chance that I’m staying away from you Jason. If I’m not around you get even more trigger-happy out there.”
“ How’d you know?”
“ I just do.”
He didn’t even try to contend your statement. This wasn’t a first, but last time you had a massive fight over it. He seemed almost too calm now, concerned rather than pissed off because you wouldn’t listen to his suggestion of steering clear from him. Like he didn’t expect anything else from you at this point. You decided to just let him shower and looked at him. Damn, he looked good, almost unreal. The most attractive zombie you’d ever seen. When he was drying off he looked at you again, with the torn expression he had before.
You walked over to him and noticed he kept his hands off of you, not even pulling you into a hug. Considering just how physical he usually was, you couldn’t see that as a good sign.
“ Jason, mind telling me why you’re not even touching me?” No response. “Hey, look at me. You’re not going to lose me. I’d crawl my way out of the grave to be with you too”
He looked at you with a sense of guilt in his eyes somehow. “ You might not get so lucky.”
You clung to him, head on his still on his bare chest, and felt his hands slip around you as well. He pulled you close, first carefully as if you’d break then the way you were used to. Old habits die hard.
“ I’d lose my goddamn mind without you. “ he practically whispered against your hair.
“ I’m afraid you’re beyond that point anyway Jay. “ The fact that he didn’t come up with a quip to counter yours showed just how haunted he was by the thought of losing you. When you backed up a little you noticed the trail a tear left on his cheek. Jason didn’t do bawling, barely did crying, so that meant that it got to him. Damnit.
“ You’d save or avenge me.” He cringed at the word avenge, thinking of what that implied.
“ I love you. I’d rather not have to avenge you.” He said, in a surprisingly clear voice.
“ I know. But I’m dating you of all people. They’d only come after me if they had a death wish.”
“ Some of ‘em do. Hell, most of them do. What have I got to fucking offer you anyway? You’ve got a life, I’m spending my nights hunting monsters down. And I can’t get the damn image of that woman out of my head, but then as you. “
“ Then we have to replace it with another image. Of a very, very alive and safe me.”
You grabbed his hand and lead him to the bed while unzipping your cardigan. At first he seemed frozen in place but he caved quickly when he saw the look in your eyes, that you weren’t just doing this in an attempt to make him feel less like shit.
Before you knew it he had helped you out of the rest of your clothes as well and you ended up underneath the sheets. His touch, his body felt warm against your skin, that hadn’t changed since the Lazarus pit. He was still hot-blooded in personality and sheer body heat. And you still reveled in both. His kisses were greedy, desperate, like this was the last chance he’d ever get to be with you. You pushed him away but he started kissing your neck.
“ Jay, not that I’m complaining but…” “ Shhh, unless you’re about to tell me what you want just stop thinking.” He found a particularly sensitive spot on your neck.
“ Fuck you’re good at this.”
“ You’re still looking at me as if you’re saying goodbye somehow. Like you’re trying to get the image of me in your head.” By now you could read the man like a book.
He wanted to get back to your neck but you shoved him off of you and got on top of him.
“ Jay, I’m not going anywhere. And I’m gonna be in more harm’s way if I try to track you down after you decided to move. And we both know I’ll do it. I won’t deal with you being stripped from my life again.” He sighed, still staring at you. He felt his way up from your tighs to your side to your breasts where he lingered before moving to your arms and shoulders when you leaned forward a little, supporting on your arms. You couldn’t help but lean in to his touch. Didn’t help your resistance that he looked at you with a look of amazement in his eyes. As if he couldn’t believe you were even real.
“ You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. “
“ Flattery isn’t gonna get you off the hook, Jason. Promise me you won’t leave.”
He gritted his teeth, looking you in the eyes again. He pushed your arms from under you, landing your upper body on top of him. “ You really gotta learn to shut up from time to time.” He knotted his fingers in your hair and and kissed you, deepening the kiss and making you get lost in it again. He gently put you on your back again and caressed your body and traced butterfly kisses from your collar bone down to your stomach where he lingered for a little while.
When he wasn’t kissing you somewhere the sense of panic of him leaving crept up on you again.
“ ‘C mon Jason. I’m better off with you watching over me.”
He tried to get lower but you put stopped him with your knees, he looked at you with amusement.
“ Babe, we both know you can’t stop me.”
“ We both you know you wouldn’t do anything if I didn’t want you to.” He sighed.
“ I’m just trying to keep you alive.”
“ Then stay. Promise me. “ He got off of you and rolled over to his side of the bed.
“ Can’t.”
You sighed. “You get a week, I’ll work from here for the time being. This place is surprisingly well secured and I got taught how to use a gun by you. I’ll wear a bulletproof vest whenever you’re away. And then we drop this. Deal?” He ran his hand through his still wet hair, seeming to convince himself to go. You put your hand on his abdomen and kissed him, up his body, properly, not lightly.
“ Besides…” You got to his lips and pressed your body against his as well as you could. “ How long can you really go without this? ”
“ Fucking hell, fine.” He grabbed you from the back of your head and kissed you greedily again, this time just with the familiar fire that seemed to be running through his veins. He grabbed a condom and got on top of you again. “ If you want me to I can first…”
“ No. I’ve waited long enough.” He grinned and placed the palm of his hand on your chest while he went down on you. After he had you gasping for air almost making you come, you managed to bring out “ You’re fucking evil Jason.”
“ No, but I am about to…” He got in you. “ fuck you though.”
“ Smooth.”
“ Always.” He kissed you again, hard, and as you felt him moving with you. After you came together, he whispered in your ear. “ I love you. So much it hurts to know how much danger it puts you in.”
You kissed his shoulder.
“ Imagine what it’s like being me then. At least I’m not hunting down the scum of the earth.”
“ Just Gotham.”
“ Cause that’s reassuring.”
He laughed, and you could tell he wasn’t faking it. “ You’re glorious. In every way. Looks, personality,.. what the fuck did I ever do to get you?”
“ Come back from the dead? I mean, I seem to have a thing for zombies? “
“ Really, got a history do you?”
“ Nooo… just one. But hey, when you got your hands on the hot one.” He brushed some hair out of your face.
“ I adore you.”
“ Likewise. “
He seemed happy again, demons driven away. At least for a while. But regardless of whether he wanted you to or not; you would be there to do so whenever he needed you to.
Because you needed nights like these at least as much.
Can I get a ship with one of the batboys please: I'm 5'8, I have short black hair and dark brown eyes, I'm on the curvier side. I'm super stubborn and sarcastic/snarky. I love reading, like I'll ignore everyone and everything while I'm reading. I'm in a ton of fandoms (I've been told I have a bit of an obsessive personality). I have terrible eyesight and I always lose my glasses. I love animals (I have a pet bunny). I'm both super organized and messy at the same time and I want to be a doctor😘
Hi lovely! Iship you with Tim Drake (also this one got long, it’s my first oneoops)
He’sconstantly running through your hair. A bit too much for your likingsometimes. It gets distracting from time to time.
Headores how quick on your feet you are with your sarcasm but tries to counteryou with quips all the time, resulting in a sarcasm overloads and battles ofwit. Eventually you even bet on who’s gonna win on forehand to make it moreinteresting.
Whenhe’s tinkering with his tech and whatnot he lets you lean against him while youare reading, makes him feel closer to you. Sometimes looks over your shoulderto read along a bit. Asks questions when he doesn’t get what’s going on andkisses you to snap you out of your reading thing, kinda forcing you to put thebook aside. Then asks you what he wanted to know after a make-out session. Willprobably end up stealing your book as soon as you’re done with it, too.
Thinksyou look fantastic in whatever you wear somehow, says it’s cause when you’vegot those curves you always look femine and he loves it.
Triesto somewhat keep track of your fandoms, allows you to introduce him to some ofem. Adopts at least one fandom and is more aware of the latest spoilers thaneven you are so you constantly have to remind him not to say anything yet.
Sometimescan be found with your bunny on his lap. There’s that once where he was sittingthere with it, petting the bunny and when you walked in went ‘I’ve beenexpecting you’ in his best villain voice. Cracked both of you up.
He’sconfused af on how someone that smart and organized can even make such a messof the place. Helps you clean up but doesn’t touch your things otherwisethough. Too worried he’ll accidentally move something you need.
Reallytries to pep-talk you when studies get a bit much for you. (Also always readyto give you a shoulder massage.)
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