what if they’re genuinely fed up with all the crime and are sorta pissed about being bitten,
and once they genuinely start patrolling, they’re just webbing everyone up, and asking them why they were committing crimes,
maybe if there’s like a group of thugs they web whoever’s ‘talking out of line’
months later they present the fact-based pie chart to a random interviewer,
i’m thinking
“so what’s that in your pocket?”
*wips out a whole bunch of graphs of why people were out doing crimes*
“so i’m just saying, if i don’t see any billionaires giving money to charities, i might find dirt and sue”
WAIT THIS IS SO FUNNY. Going off your idea, I feel like it would be a little like:
Spider-Person accidentally develops a reputation among Gotham criminals as being worse than Batman for entirely different reasons.
Batman breaks your ribs
But this Spider Person has "crime satisfaction level" surveys
There are grown men in Blackgate who would rather take another concussion than answer "and how did that make you feel?" while suspended thirty feet above the ground in industrial-strength webbing
The first time Batman actually witnesses one of these interrogations, he expects intimidation tactics
But instead it goes down like:
Thug: "What are you doing."
Spider-Person: "Exit survey."
Thug: "Exit what."
Spider-Person: "On a scale from one to ten how satisfied were you with your criminal career."
Thug: "WHAT."
Spider-Person: already writing
"Strong emotional response. Interesting."
The rogues absolutely hate them
Because the Spider person somehow manages to escape every bit of the theatrics. Riddler spends three weeks designing a complex puzzle and Spider-Person solves it by accidentally finding the answer key while looking through public records.
Riddler has never recovered from that.
Joker tries doing his usual monologue and the Spider-person starts taking notes
Joker: "What are you doing?"
Spider-Person: "This is fascinating."
Joker: "What is?"
Spider-Person: "You're the only respondent who selected all fourteen warning signs."
Joker: "What warning signs?"
Spider-Person: "The warning signs. The mental illness ones. Congratulations, you have fourteen."
Joker: "What does that mean???"
Spider-Person: "I'm making a graph later. You're welcome to swing by..haha..see what I did there?"
Tim becomes obsessed with proving Spider-Person's data collection is flawed and ridiculous because he, himself, overcomplicated things.
Tim is furious.
"You cannot just walk around doing sociology."
Spider-Person: "I can and I am."
Gotham's billionaires eventually learn that if Spider-Person approaches them smiling, they're about to go up on a chart somewhere
Every annual report just gets worse
The first one is professional, something like Appendix A
The second one is concerned, something like Gotham's (rather poorly hidden) issue
And by the third they give up and start naming it things like..
"Respectfully, What Are We Doing Here?"
"I Have Explained This Before."
"See Previous Graph."
"For The Love Of God."
If they meet a billionaire genuinely helping people, they move on. Whatever. It's cool.
If they meet a billionaire doing absolutely nothing..congratulations! You're on appendix C. Nobody wants to end up on Appendix C.
Bruce ends up in Appendix C once. It is the most humiliating experience of his life.
Spider-Person titled it "Sir, You Have The Resources."
The Batfamily finds this so funny they never let him forget it. Especially Jason who likes to wait patiently for Bruce to fuck up.
Jason pulled a Regina George and printed copies of Appendix C. He plastered it all over the Manor.
They. Were. Everywhere.
Spider-Person eventually starts recognizing repeat offenders too & this creates a bizarre dynamic
"Kevin."
"Please don't."
"Kevin, we talked about this."
"PLEASE DON'T."
"We literally made a budget together."
Batman, watching from a rooftop: "…did they make a budget together?"
Nightwing: "Apparently."
At one point Spider-Person genuinely helps a low-level criminal find a job. And then another. And another. And it becomes a thing.
Entire sections of Gotham's criminal underworld start viewing them as some weird combination of probation officer, social worker, and cryptid
Nobody knows what category they're supposed to fit into
I think COmissioner Gordon would find this hilarious though, because hey, whatever helps the city
how do you think the batfam would recruit a spider-person who gets bitten the same day they’re picked up?
like what would their recruitment process look like, i don’t really think they’d let the spider person know everyone’s identities and sorta just keep them under tim or bruce till they don’t look like a baby deer during their patrol
How the batfam would work with/recruit a new! spider person:
A/n: This is just my opinion. Feel free to disagree, It's never that deep.
Bruce would treat the Spider-Person less like a prospective vigilante and more like a biological hazard for the first several months
The thing about Bruce is that he is actually much more cautious with metahumans than fandom sometimes portrays.
When Dick became Robin, Bruce understood what Dick was capable of. Same with Jason, Tim, Damian, and even Cass. They were extraordinarily skilled children, but they were still operating within the limits of human capability.
A Spider-Person is not...
A newly-bitten Spider-Person is arguably worse because they have enormous power with absolutely no frame of reference for it.
Bruce would be deeply concerned by the fact that the kid could accidentally kill someone long before they were worried about whether the kid could survive patrol.
I think a lot of the Batfamily would assume Bruce is being overprotective at first, but then the Spider-Person accidentally tears a sink out of the wall while trying to steady themselves or leaves fingerprints in steel after gripping too hard, and suddenly Bruce's paranoia starts looking very reasonable.
They would almost certainly be kept under Tim's supervision rather than Dick's, which would irritate literally everybody involved
Dick is the obvious emotional choice. He's patient and js generally excellent with younger heroes
That's exactly why Bruce wouldn't choose him.
Dick's greatest weakness has always been that he assumes people can do things because he can do them.
And Bruce knows this
If Dick sees the Spider-Person successfully land a ridiculous aerial maneuver once, he'll immediately start encouraging them to push themselves further.
Tim, meanwhile, has the opposite problem
Tim assumes everyone is seconds away from catastrophic failure because that's how Tim himself experiences life.
A Spider-Person under Tim's supervision would spend months listening to explanations about risk assessment, situational awareness, contingency planning, and mission parameters.
The Spider-Person would be bored out of their skull (Bruce would consider this evidence that the training is working)
Tim would become increasingly frustrated because the Spider-Person keeps bypassing problems he spent years learning to solve.
A lock that would take Tim ten minutes to crack is bypassed because the Spider-Person simply climbs onto the ceiling and enters through a vent.
An ambush Tim carefully predicted is avoided because their spider-sense goes off
I think Tim would develop a very specific kind of resentment where he simultaneously admires their abilities and finds them deeply annoying.
Every training session starts sounding a little like:
"Okay, but if you DIDN'T have superpowers, what would you do?"
And the Spider-Person keeps answering
"But I do have superpowers."
Nobody in the family would be particularly impressed by the strength tbh
The Batfamily has met kryptonians, speedsters, Amazons, Lanterns, shapeshifters, and gods so super strength isn't something...new
The mobility might be!
A Spider-Person's movement is deeply unnatural by Batfamily standards.
Because they're moving in ways that don't make intuitive sense to people who have spent years mastering conventional movement
Cass would probably be fascinated by this almost immediately because so much of her fighting style depends on reading body language. A Spider-Person can attack from angles most fighters never even consider.
Dick would be obsessed with the acrobatics.
Damian would hate the acrobatics.
Jason would pretend not to care about the acrobatics while very obviously caring about the acrobatics.
Bruce would spend weeks reviewing footage trying to understand how the hell they keep changing direction in midair and it would make him rip out his hair
The identity issue would also be ridiculous
the Batfamily's security culture is borderline absurd?
Bruce would likely compartmentalize information heavily at first. The Spider-Person might know Batman's identity due to the circumstances of being taken in, but I doubt they'd immediately get access to the entire family roster.
The problem is tho that the Batfamily is catastrophically bad at keeping secrets from people who live with them.
They're excellent at keeping secrets from enemies
But they've got a track record with roommates and not being able to keep their identities hidden.
The Spider-Person would probably figure out Nightwing's identity accidentally within weeks of knowing him because Dick Grayson has never successfully concealed anything in his life.
The only people who might genuinely maintain operational security are Bruce, Cass, and Alfred. The rest would be a disaster.
I'm also not sure if a spider-person would survive Gotham?
A lot of Spider-Man stories take place in environments where Peter can afford to make mistakes. He gets hurt, he learns, he grows from there.
That's lwk NOT how Gotham works
The Spider-Person archetype tends to be optimistic, empathetic, and people-oriented. Gotham systematically attacks all three traits.
Bruce would probably spend far more time trying to teach emotional resilience than combat
Bruce would insist because he's already watched multiple children learn these lessons the hard way and has absolutely no interest in adding another name to that list even if ALL the Spider-Person wants to do is get out on that feild.
the Spider-Person would probably become the most socially functional member of the family too (Better than Dick, even)
Not bc they're healthier or anything but solely because the bar is in hell
A typical Spider-Person talks constantly and makes friends and allies just as easy
This is witchcraft to the Waynes (well, Waynes in spirit)
Commissioner Gordon would probably end up liking them immediately.
Civilians would esp adore them
I think they'd be the most likeable of the family as well, and I think with due training they could easily be allies with the Justice League
pairing: platonic!batfam x werewolf!male!reader
summary: Bruce knew that Damian's eagerness to help animals in need might bite him in the ass at some point. He just wasn't expecting his son to bring home an actual werewolf, thinking it was a stray dog. Any rational parent would make their child put said werewolf back where they found it. But how can he do that when the new 'pet' looks at him with such sad eyes? Another one won't hurt.
tags: all the werewolf facts had been pulled out of my ass (I don't remember where I know them from); Bruce needs to learn how to say 'no' to his children; Damian cares about animals a 'normal amount'; mentions of animal abuse; in Damian's defence it was dark when he first met reader; starvation; homelessness; violence; death mentioned.. probably; reader had a shitty family and the tags will change after that will be explained
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You wanted to hate how you were used to being fed by Robin. How the sounds from your stomach intensify whenever the time he usually visits comes near.
How you let him reduce you to a dog.
But you couldn't.
Not when he kept showing up. Kept feeding you even when you bore your teeth at him. When you snapped, your jaws were seconds away from closing around his arm.
Robin showed you kindness you didn't get to feel in a long time.
With every meal you ate beside him, you'd listen to Robin piecing together a plan on how to smuggle you into his home.
You didn't let the hope of finally having a roof over your head cling to you. Even when the promise of 'one day' turned into 'tomorrow'.
You didn't allow yourself to feel sad when tomorrow never came. Not that day, not the day after.
When three days passed and Robin was nowhere to be found, you forced yourself to shake off any worry about his wellbeing. After all, it was most likely he grew bored of you; maybe he found another animal to help. Or maybe he was caught and forced to stop helping a mutt like you.
You didn't look up when you heard the rustling on the other side of the alleyway; you were too deep into beating yourself up for getting attached to Robin. You curled further into yourself, hoping that whoever has entered the alleyway won't notice you.
"There you are," a familiar voice spoke up from behind you, and you snapped your head back to be met with Robin's eyes. "I know I was gone for a few days; I apologise." He crouched down, and you walked right under his extended hand with your tail wagging softly.
You almost got lost in the way Robin's hand was brushing through your fur when the smell of blood hit your nostrils. You circled him, trying to spot where the blood is coming from. Once you did, you pressed your nose to it, only pulling away when you heard Robin hiss with your ears flat on the top of your head.
Robin reached towards his pockets, fishing out a can of dog food you came to miss, even if you would rather die than admit it out loud.
"Eat. The walk to the manor is long, and you need all the energy," Robin commended, standing straight after putting the can on the ground. "I will make sure you have more once we make it."
When the time for the two of you to leave comes, you hesitate, doubt creeping up on you. After all, out here you always had an option to switch back to your human form, something being kept as a pet won't allow you.
But then you remembered the metallic scent on him and the way Robin hissed when you came near the source of it.
So you caught up to Robin before he could leave the alleyway. You told yourself that you're only doing this to make sure he made it back home safe, ignoring the way your tail wagged the entire walk.
The entire way to Robin's home, you walked right behind him, worried that if you wandered too far back, he would disappear.
Your steps only faltered when the two of you made it to Robin's home. You thought he was exaggerating about calling it a 'manor', so the view of a house this big threw you off guard a little.
But you quickly resumed your walk, not wanting Robin to think you changed your mind about living under his family's roof.
Before you could walk through one of the side doors, Robin made sure you and Titus, the dog he already owned, were introduced to one another.
Now inside, you followed along with Robin and Titus as they made their way up the stairs. As you walked, you tried to look around and get to know your surroundings, something that might be useful regardless of whether you will be allowed to stay or not.
"I believe your father didn't clear you for patrol yet, Master Damian." A voice spoke up on Robin's right, causing both of you to startle.
"I wasn't patrolling," Damian mumbles, his eyes involuntarily moving towards you.
"Ah yes, I see." The man steps out of the shadows and follows Damian's gaze towards you. "Does your father know about your new... pet?"
Damian looks down, shaking his head just enough for the butler to see.
"Alright then, please give your new pet a bath, and I will inform your father about the situation." The butler announced, walking off to find Damian's father.
Being able to enjoy warm water for once, even if in your wolf form, felt like heaven after such a long time. Your tail wagged happily against the floor when Damian moved to dry you in the fluffiest towel you ever felt on your body.
You trotted beside Damian as he walked to his father's study, determination buzzing through his veins.
"Alfred has informed me of a new—" Damian's father started speaking but froze when he noticed you. " Damian, that is a wolf."
Damian looked down at you with furrowed brows; in return, you glanced up with your head tilted and your tail wagging. He stared at you for a moment, and you could see the realisation that his father was correct in his eyes, but it didn't replace the determination he had in them.
"Then he is a very well-behaved one," Damian scoffed, his hand coming down to pet your head before joining the other to cross over his chest. "Besides, Gotham is no place for a wolf either."
Bruce doesn't reply right away. Instead, he looks between you and Damian, trying to decide what to do. You partially hoped Damian would pull out his sad eyes to get you to stay with him, but when he didn't, you gave out your best performance. You widen your eyes, whining softly as you help make eye contact with Damian's father. You pulled the same sad puppy eyes that sometimes rewarded you with food scraps from strangers.
"He can stay, for now," Damian's father sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose. "We will look into rehoming him to a proper environment."
"Of course, Father," Damian agreed, walking off with you following right behind.
Back in Damian's room, you found yourself lying on the floor beside him, with your head in his lap. He petted your head in silence, looking out the window. You weren't too worried about his father's words. Being able to stay under the same roof as Damian, even if for a few days, was everything you could wish for.
And you will worry about the 'rehoming' Damian's father promised when the man actually follows through with his words.
"Do not fear," Damian whispered, his gaze moving down on you. "He said the same thing about Batcow, and now she has her own barn."
How do you think different members of the Batfam (Dick, Jason, Bruce) react to having a top male reader who treats them as if they’re more feminine than they actually are? I think it’ll be funny if they complained or teased the reader about his obsession with their pecs and rear. Semi-forced feminization but it’s kinda not on purpose?
Warnings: Sub/Implied Bottom Characters, Dom/Implied reader, AMAB reader but no pronouns are used, feminization (DUHH) established relationships. No use of y/n.
Note: Bro. Reader is me, and I am the reader. I DON'T LIKE THAT MAN UNLESS HE LOOKS LIKE A GIRL (๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑) !! (And all men, as far as I'm concerned, do.)
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Bruce Wayne
At first, Bruce thinks you're just continuing the joke his kids make about him being a worry hen of a mother figure. Calling him Miss Wayne and Mama. When you continue with the feminine nicknames, going as far as to refer to him as your wife in interviews, Bruce realizes it's more of a thing for you than some light-hearted fun.
He thinks it's amusing and eggs your comments on quite a bit. Tapping his ass and groping, while surprising, is normal in a lot of relationships, but the pec fondling? That gets Bruce to squirm (at least mentally).
I don't see him as physically sensitive in any regard, but he can't wrap his mind around your fixation on his chest. He knows he's in shape, but Bruce is pretty old school, so he thinks it's an obsession that's charmingly misplaced.
At the end of the day, he doesn't mind either way. More than happy to make you happy with something as simple as his body. Oh, we all know the sexy red silk robe he often wears around the manor is being tied to it's most minimum.
Bruce Wayne...with inverted nipples. Puffy and red that have to be teased and pinched outwards. He wouldn't get them pierced, but you could totally get him to wear nipple clamps. BATMAN HAVING TO WEAR BAND-AIDS OVER HIS NIPS UNDER HIS UNIFORM!!!
Your unintentional aspect of it isn't something he minds too much; it's just another one of your many unique quirks. He's seen stranger kinks in his time.
Dick Grayson
HE KNOWS. OKAY? Gah!
I think he's always had a nice ass, but the jokes really started when he donned Discowing to show it off. Since then, he has put in extra work into his routine to make it really pop. I also think Dick is the only sibling, other than Cass, who works out specifically for bodybuilding. Everyone else does it strictly to keep strong and stay in shape.
That's all to say, Dick totally intentionally teases you for your fixation on his supple body. That, he's used to. The nicknames, not so much. He isn't a sucker for them, but it does make him feel giddy, and that you're more doting than you would be otherwise. It's super cute to watch the way he perks up with a big grin every time you call for him.
He'll play along with your fantasies, practically expanding on them without you. Call his tight hole a used pussy, his breast a perky set of cute tits. God, what an attention slut! Walking around without a bra... Dick thinks it's a bit silly, but it makes him happy to indulge you.
He also starts exclusively referring to himself in feminine terms from your influence. He's your girlfriend, your pretty thing...it becomes so natural that when he slips up and calls himself a big sister, he has to step back and reevaluate himself. He...tries not to think about that instance.
Jason Todd
He acts sooo annoyed omg. You're giving him everything that he wants, and he hates you for it!! He feels embarrassed that you're able to meet his...not freak but...well, you know.
How he responds is all about how condescending you are about it, which, if you're doing it unintentionally, probably isn't much. At first, Jason is highly defensive, thinking that you're making fun of him rather than you sharing the same interest he does. When he finally realizes you're not...he's pleasantly surprised.
I see feminization as a bit of an entryway to subspace for Jason, so the bulk of it isn't about how much of a sexy hotshot babe he is, and more that he's your girlfriend :) . And that he's able to exist on a sort of cloud nine when he's around you. A caretaker, dare I say. Though I don't think he likes to be babied too much, just silently taken care of.
I won't go into too much more detail with Jason since I have a whole hc list ('I'm every woman'), but I will say Jason is more thick and muscular than he is plump. With an itty bitty waist...ough. I wanna put his hair in pig tails so bad and just pull on them like an asshole.
Characters: Dick Grayson x Speedster!MALE Reader
Summary: Dick has been in love with his Best Friend for years, almost as long as they've been sharing beds. What happens when they share a bed, and said friend starts vibrating in his sleep?
Warnings: SMUT! Reader is 'asleep', accidental stimulation(?), vibrator on male genitals, humping, dry humping, grinding, cursing.
A/N: Yo, I had to look at a diagram of a penis for this AND class. #PreMed. That's lowkey kinda crazy...hehe...anyways have some dick with your Dick!
Maybe this was punishment for all the sinful thoughts Dick has been having lately.
It's filthy honestly, shameful.
You've been friends since the start of his orphan days -which ouch- before Bruce had even officially adopted him. You were Bolt, the bright eyed, bushy tailed protegee of Barry Allen at the time - right besides Wally West, his other Best Friend.
The two of you grew up together, the two of you ate together, the two of you trained together, the two of you even slept together in the same bed.
Dick had always snuck into the guest room after Alfred went to bed, giggling about how slick he was, about how Bruce would never know and about how he was the best sidekick ever - Bruce confirmed five years later that Dick, was indeed, not slick.
Sharing a bed was a ritual between the two of you, natural, just another day in life. He would sleep in the same bed with you on missions, so why does he want to sleep with you now.
Dick tries to hide it.
He really does.
But the way your muscles ripple under your shirt whenever you move, the way your lashes curtain your face just perfectly, the way your chest looks -all sweaty and glistening- when you lift up your shirt to wipe your face after training, the way you manhandle thugs so easily when they try and get the jump on you - because honestly, he wishes it was him you were throwing around. And have you ever seen a speedsters thighs? Holy shit, they're huge. Toned, and sexy, and- And fuck- fuck, the way you look at him when he pins you down to the training mat, all pouty looking when your pinned under him, panting, red faced, with your shirt ridden up.
One of your drunk ex's mentioned once that you broke their bed by accident and he completely just blanked out, Donna telling him later that he had accidentally crushed the red party cup in his hand.
Dick wants to bang his head against the wall.
He's loosing it.
He's loosing his focus.
He's loosing his other interests.
He's at risk at loosing you.
Especially right now.
Because your pressed against him -warm, pliant- your chest hugging his back, your legs threaded with his. Your thigh pressed between his. The warmth of your breathe tickling his neck, arm locked around his waist like an iron chain.
And fuck him, because you're vibrating.
Like some kind of dog having a dream where it's running, you must be doing the same; because he can barely contain the whimper his lips threaten to let fall out whilst your leg acts as a living, human, vibrator. Your thigh lining along the underside of his cock, stimulating every ridge and vein, from the base to the tip.
He can't move, he just can't.
Your arm in locked around him, tight, unyielding, and the way the weakness in his legs climbs throughout his body - he knows for sure he can't escape. His brain soon becoming as compliant as his muscles as he shifts, trying to save his dignity, only to make your thigh buzz right against the mound of his tip.
A shuddering breathe leaves him, and he has to stop his back from arching, stop himself from moaning out, stop himself from grinding back onto you like some fucking hormonal teenage boy. Every shift, every time he moved, every time he even tried to make it so his cock wasn't weeping sinfully into the inside of his boxers, sullying both him and his mind -it only makes it worse. And he has to stop his hips from bucking against you -riding your thigh- when you shift in your sleep. Because your thigh is rubbing perfectly against his painfully throbbing dick, like your body already knows his down to the sweet spot next to his frenulum.
Your sleepy grumble rouses him from his heated state to just how stupid he's being.
Yet, he can only take it, his fingers curling blissfully into the sheets as his eyes squeeze themselves shut. Like if he closes them, all of this will go away. Like if he closes them, everything will go back to normal. You'll be at home, he'll be alone, and this will all be a big, bad, dream-
Does he want it to be a dream...?
The way his teeth dig into the plump of his lip almost painful from how hard he's trying to keep himself quiet. Because if you wake up, wake up to him moaning and wailing out, wake up to him rutting his hips and grinding down on your -stupidly overtoned- thigh. You'll most definately feel his cock, harder than steal, pressed against you; his balls tight and threatening to unload.
And they do.
Because you flinch, thigh driving into the thick of his crotch and Dick -and his dick- fucking looses it. Your thigh is pressed against his cock oh so perfectly, vibrating against every ridge, against every single vein. Driving against him like its supposed to be there. And he looses it.
He can't stop his body from jerking, thighs clamping around yours as his hips start up hurriedly. Rutting against your thigh like he's some filthy feral animal who can't control itself. His head throws itself back as he barely contains himself from wailing out, teeth drawing blood, and he bites down hard. Your forehead grazes the back of his head, hairs tickling his neck as he rides his high. Thick ropes and evidence of his sinful release unloading thickly into his underwear, sullying them with a wet spot he wouldn't be able to fix until morning.
And your thigh doesn't stop buzzing until it's all said and over, like it knows. It knows how lewd and wanting he was. Like it knew what he would do and how he would do it. Like it knew he would take this opportunity as it was.
Dick's panting, moans and whimpers as filthy as the drool running down his chin before his hips finally stutter to a stop. Even the biting chill of the Gotham air isn't enough to soothe the burn of embarrassment and shame creeping up his face right now, consuming his brain; just under the dazing fuzz of what seemed to be his ever lasting high.
He just dry humped his best friends thigh.
He just dry humped his sleeping best friends thigh.
Your peaceful breathing brings him back to that reality. The reality of him burning up, the reality of him just laying there, stuck till morning. Stuck with the evidence seeping through his underwear and sullying his inner thighs.
He bites the inside of his cheek, because he really was just stuck there; your arms locked around him, unless you decided to let go of him in your everlasting sleep.
How would he explain the wetspot in the morning?
How would he look at you in the face after knowing what he's done?
How would he train with you? Pin you down as this night replayed over and over again in his head.
How would he ever see you use your speed again, knowing that he used it to satisfy his own lewd-
"A-Ah-"
A breathy moan leaves his lip, sneaking past as his body arched up -tensing in arousing surprise. You started up again, moving in a slow and quiet buzz - barely felt yet prominent.
Dick groans when his cock starts up again, the soft appendage quickly hardening and coming to life as you shift against him. Dick closes his eyes, trying to use every technique Batman has ever taught him to keep his cool.
Think about dead puppies, Dick. Think about dead puppies...
He whimpers as he feels his dick begin to painfully throb from overstimulation.
It was going to be a long night.
And Dick is too preoccupied to notice how a lazy grin stretches across your face, resuming your fake slumber.
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(A/N: This picture was lowkey on my mind the whole time, lmao 😭)
how about Top male reader who fucked Dick Grayson so hard that he cried and after that they both became more lovey dovey ~
߹𖥦߹ Cry, Cry, Cry All Night (˃̣̣̥ᯅ˂̣̣̥)
Warnings: Sub/Bottom Dick, Dom/Top reader, AMAB but no pronouns are used for reader, crying (obvi), finishing untouched, multiple rounds implied, established relationship. No use of (y/n).
Note: My baby!! Wah, live, laugh, love, Dick Grayson. Hope you enjoy!!
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It's hard to hold back with a guy as cute as Dick. He's expressive, playful, full of energy, and horny as a rabbit in the height of breeding season. No matter how many times you empty your load in his hole, he's begging for another round.
"Again, baby, please, 'gain, 'gain. Need another one." Your boyfriend gasps beneath you, blindly reaching back to grab at your pistoning hips. He's down on his knees, arms collapsed under him to fist at his pillow, with his ass arched high. Your cock is raw (in both cloth and sensitivity), stuck in a limbo of never-ending hardness. Out from his rim dripped a thick creamy white staining both your balls and the bedsheets below. Damn, doesn't this guy ever fucking tire?
"Hah-don't, don't pull out, please [name]," He pants, voice dipping into a whine. His hips circle before yours, grinding your cock in a sweet drill against his sore prostate. "Stay inside? Stay...augh, don't wanna waste it. Waste you." Dick sighs when you lean over him, coming down to cage his toned and fucked out body against the bedding. Relishing in the fullness below. Distantly, he was sure that if he looked, his stomach bulged.
Awkwardly, he turns to meet you for a kiss, both of your lips plump and tender from overuse and bites. One more, you mumble hoarsely, and Dick whines. One more, you repeat, pinching hard at his ass until he nods to agree. "Angle...angle..." He squirms when you pull back, shivering as if a warm blanket had been torn off in the cold. It's a heavy slide to slip your cock out til the tip, even overused Dicks rim hooks on.
With a slight tap, he forces himself back up on all fours, taking a moment to collect himself and breathe. His vision blurred as he stared at the headboard, and then fluttered shut when you shoved back in. At that first thrust, he nearly collapsed back down, only to be propped up by your firm grip. Having reached around and under his arm to grasp his jaw. It was a weird angle, but it kept him up as you fucked in and out of him at a high pace. Each pump punches a stifled groan from the man before you. He keens and whines, one hand pawing at the one digging into his skin, and the other once again reaching for his hip. If he wanted to be sure he could aid in the power behind your thrusts, but Dicks was far too relaxed to do anything but hold you.
Then you heard it, the sniffing. Then a different kind of wetness dampens the back of your hand than the drool that had been. Panic raised before it just as quickly settled, and you smiled to yourself. Exaughsted, but pleased. You coo, bringing Dick all the way back against your chest to hug him. By his hip, your leg raises for added leverage to thrust, and Dick lets you hear how much he loves it. "Ah," he drawls, head dipping back against your shoulder. "Ah, ah, jesus. Fuck, s' so good hunny, yer so good." He weeps freely, almost oblivious to his own tears streaming down his tan face. "Ah-ah! C'ming, cumming, cumming on yer cock!" Dick thrashes, curling this way and that as you struggle to restrain the block of pure muscle in your arms.
His neglected cock shoots a lousy stream across your bedsheets, and similarly, you fill Dicks ass with the last of your storage. You take a long minute to breathe together, panting in unison before you wipe at his tears. Kissing softly over the cusp of his ear and temple. Slowly, you lay him back down, intentionally away from the semen bath you'll have to wash out. Dick hisses when you finally, finally pull out, ghosting over his abused hole. Utilizing the small, unoccupied area of your bed, you lie down with him, curling up over his sweaty body in relief. He clicks at you, nudging until you maneuver enough to meet his lips. His hands pull at your waist as your own touch under his eyes. Such a pretty boy, you murmur.
heyo heyo heyo! Nice to see more top male reader blogs popping up, we need more of em
Sooo...my first request is... breastfeeding? I like men with big booba lactating and nursing us. You can use whichever bat boys ( ´_ゝ`)
-🍋 anon
!Good Googly Moogly, That Thang is Juicy!
Note: When I tell you I got this ask and clenched my fist in joy. Mama, I've made it, my first emoji anon! I've actually done a lot of research on this topic out of curiosity, and AMAB individuals can lactate, but it's extremely rare. If they do it's either hormone-induced with estrogen and other drugs, or it's because of severe medical issues like organ failure. I couldn't see Dick undergoing such lengths unless you want to write him as MtF, but!! I wrote him as FtM to fit the bill. Hope you don't mind!
Warnings: FtM character (male terminology is used: tdick, pecs, etc. Breast is used in context of the general area.), very mild condescending baby talk (included because this is NOT supposed to be ageplay/regression), chest play/lactation (obvi), vaginal fingering (kind of a handjob?), no pronouns used for reader, established relationship. No use of y/n.
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Bludhaven's ass this, Gotham's ass that, the world may be able to admire your boyfriend's perfect behind through the tight Nightwing suit, but these fat, juicy pecs before you are yours, and yours alone.
Naturally, you're distracted by them as Dick yammers on about this and that. Something about drama back at the manor, one of his brothers said this, his sister said that, whatever. Old news. What is enticing is the stretch of the wifebeater he's got on. The white ribs colored ever so slightly by the brown of his nips kept at bay. He hasn't got his binder on, letting the boys hang free as he moves about the kitchen to finish his late-night coffee. When you don't respond to Dicks pester about going down to visit, he frowns and turns with a playful pout, expecting to see you zoned out or on your phone. Instead, he catches you in the act. Your gaze zeroed in on the weight of his chest.
"My eyes are up here, gorgeous." He chuckles, crossing his arms in a manner that props them up better. Your attention always got him hot. It was as if your gaze alone penetrated the depths of his physical self, and he was left naked for you to see. Not that you haven't, but did you always have to eye fuck him so intensely? "C'mon, I thought we were gonna have a fun night in. Catch up on our show?"
You're on his heel when he moves to the living room, doing all the little things he can to tease. Bending over long to simply place his mug down, sighing sensually when he finally sits down, and batting those long lashes your way once comfy. The act slips some for a giggle when you drop yourself over him. You waited seven minutes into the episode before pawing at his shirt. Dick'll give you that much.
"What, baby, hm?" He purrs, stroking over your head, "You need something?" You turn from the screen to nose at the side of his breast. Inhaling slightly to get that sweet, sweet scent of his. It's all too easy to palm over his nipples, even through his faux tuts, and prod the areolas back to life. Even hard, they're swollen. "You and your fixation...I swear."
Dick acts like it's a chore to throw his shirt off, pretending he's not just as eager as he is to get your mouth on him. He has a slight tan line from where his binder usually sits, and it's a delicious difference from the rest of his tan complexion. Dicks hand covers one of your own, giving it a small squeeze when he leans in to kiss you. "Be gentle, okay? No teeth." It's a half-hearted scold he points your way before relaxing back into the couch cushions.
He's a good C cup to balance out the fat of his ass, not perfectly round, but they sit smooth enough for you to roll your tongue over no problem, and you do exactly that. Licking up from where they mold into his abdomen, over the weight of them, and across his pebbing brown nipple. Dick shudders, smiling down at you as you begin to have your fun. People always say he has a paternal side to him, only if they knew how far his indulgence went.
Dick tries to focus on the episode at hand when you latch, massaging up and down your neck as you casually nurse. He doesn't know why he bothers; the dialogue and plot are all lost on him as soon as the let-down reflex begins. Just as a babe does, the second milk hits your tongue, your suckles ease into a gentle suction rather than an impatient nip and pull (he's had to smack that habit out of you). It's relaxing as it is arousing, though only because you make it so every time. So he feels no guilt in digging into his boxers when you switch pec to lick up the others' involuntary leakage. He shifts, moving to spread his thighs apart and rub at his flaps. Having to comb through his pubes before dipping into himself. Dick doesn't venture far, merely feeling himself in tune with your audible swallows and sighs.
Slowly, his boxers dampen the longer he circles over his tdick. The conjoined moaning of you both rising after one another. True to your word, you avoid biting his tender bits, only around it. His chest is a mess of spit, drool, and splotchy red under your mouth. "You're so cute," Dick breathes out, puckering his lips towards you. "Just a big baby, huh? Mh, yeah, you are. My baby. My favorite-ah, shit." His head rolls back against the couch cushion and closes just to exist beside you. He's in no rush to cum, and you're far from done with his chest, so all Dick can do is coo and try to pass the time with this stupid show neither of you cares about.
hii! i have an idea 🥹 what about a batfam x sibling reader that could defy the laws of physics like a cartoon character(aka toon force)? imagine when they were a toddler they were running around the manor and somehow being able to run on the tall ceiling and sometimes they break the fourth wall
and them having dimensional storage, like imagine
"i wish we could fly to italy rn"
"sure we could!" *pulls out a whole plane from their jean pocket*
or
"quick, we need something to break open this metal door!"
"let me see..." *proceeds to take out a rubber duck, a knife, a lit up firecracker, their math homework from 4th grade, and finally takes out a bomb to explode the metal door open*
waait!!! this is so smart why didnt I think of this yet GRAAH!!!! I imagine reader sort of having like a similar personality as luffy or pinkiepie teehee....
⟡ ݁₊ . batfam x toonforce gn!reader
"mania"
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When you laid on the doorsteps of Wayne Manor with the words "take responsibility" sprawled out on a note placed below you, as Alfred took you in and Bruce's eyes first laid upon you, he knew you weren't just any regular baby.
The test results came in—you truly WERE his child, even if you hadn't looked like it. A result of another one-night stand from his civilian life.
Yet his suspicions were confirmed true: you weren't a normal baby.
Maybe it was the fact you were able to inhale food in mere seconds despite being so small, or how you were able to walk on the walls of the manor—no, wait, yeah, that was definitely the reason why.
It was an accident on your part, really; Dick was chasing you around, pretending to be a 'monster,' and you were giggling and running away as fast as your toddler legs could carry you.
You weren't looking where you were going, and before you knew it, you had suddenly turned sideways, walking up on the walls near a painting of the family.
And Dick watched—mouth agape, eyes wide open—as he saw you run, and run, and run, until you were hanging upside down on the roof, as if the laws of gravity didn't apply to you (because they didn't).
Hanging like a bat—child of Batman? He would've laughed if you weren't in danger right now.
"Hey, little bat!" He made the nickname up on the spot. "Let's get you down from there, yeah?" he called out, trying to convince you to somehow get down the way you'd gotten up.
You only babbled nonsense. Dick could make out a few words over your thick baby accent.
When Alfred and Bruce ran in after hearing the frantic shouts of the oldest Wayne, Bruce's heart nearly leaped out of his chest, yet his face remained neutral.
Alfred put a hand to his mouth, watching you sit upside down on the roof, clapping your hands at the sight of the worried adults below you.
It reminded Bruce of Dick when he was younger, hanging on chandeliers without a care in the world. Yet, Dick swung on chandeliers—you were swinging on nothing.
After a few minutes, you somehow fell, Bruce directly below you and catching you in his arms. Dick and Alfred rushed toward you, making sure you hadn't gotten hurt.
Jesus, you were going to give all of them a few extra gray hairs.
And it didn't just end there.
When you were growing up, the family couldn't ignore every little odd thing about you.
You were talking with Tim, the older boy ranting about something.
"Yeah—It was strange. I thought he was copying me, but we just turned out to have the same string of thought—"
"I guess that's why the spider wanted to use the world wide web!"
The joke was utter nonsense, and Tim deadpanned at your words, but somehow he could hear a laugh track in the background play randomly.
"You heard that too, right?" he asked.
"Heard what?"
"The laughing!" He blurted out, a little paranoid. Was he just going insane?
"What laughing? Technically, we can't hear anything because we're just a bunch of text right now," you responded nonchalantly.
"What??" His face contorted into one of confusion.
Tim saw you swivel your head in a random direction—but what he didn't know was that you were turning your head directly at the readers, or should I say, YOU.
"Yeah, I know who you are," you whispered, no speck of emotion on your face. "All of you."
Tim watched in concern. Yeah, if anything, he thought you'd be the first to go insane rather than him.
Damian was weirded out by you at first. His nicknames for you consisted of:
"Freak of nature"
"Witch" (regardless of gender)
"Chaotic imbecile"
He still has a vivid memory of the time you forced him to paint a door on one of the manor's walls (much to Alfred's dismay), and he watched as you suddenly opened the door and walked through the emptiness as if it were a regular Tuesday.
Looking around to make sure no one was watching, he tried to do the same but bumped his head on the wall instead, grumbling out a string of curses.
Jason wasn't too concerned with you. If anything, he'd make jokes that Bruce was the reason why you turned out this way—that if anyone stayed with him for too long, they'd go insane.
Yet you were his sibling, so obviously, you had to tease him too.
You had a gun in your hand, a sleek, shiny metal gun—the one Red Hood uses.
The latter was chasing you around the mansion before you accidentally shot something, or worse, someone. You would run up the walls again, but Bruce banned you from doing so.
"Kid, give that back!" You heard Jason yell from behind you.
You stopped at a specific part of the manor—soon to be your favorite part of the manor—a hallway with many rooms located inside. You barely had any idea what were in half of them, but with Jason hot on your tail, you made quick work of what you had.
He watched you enter a room, then come out of another room and enter another, coming out of another room and entering another, over and over, Jason's eyes darting all over the place until you stopped coming out.
Jason stood there, confused, bewildered, as he tried to process what he just saw.
He walked up to the door he last saw you enter and swung it open, finding you laughing hysterically on the ground with his gun nearby.
Grabbing you by the collar of your shirt, he started to scold you but stopped when you shrugged at him innocently and another laugh track played in the background.
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After a while, the family FINALLY allowed you to go on patrols.
Yet what they weren't expecting was for you to grab the words that were flowing out of the villain's mouth and start attacking them with it.
You did that often, and as shocking as it may seem for outside eyes, they weren't that shocked.
Joker especially liked you, watching you grab the "H" and the "A's" from his maniacal laughter and start throwing them in his face.
So that's why he decided to use you as bait.
Tied to a chair in wherever Joker had decided to place you, you whistled out a tune as if this were the most normal situation to be found in.
Obviously, after a while, you got bored, and you were easily able to get out of the rope he tied you in and just sort of... stand there.
Damian sneaked in through the small window of the cellar you were in, eyebrows furrowing when he saw you just standing, not even making an attempt to get out.
"What are you doing?" he asked, snappy and short.
Turning your head to face him, you smiled. "Oh hey! I was just waiting for you to come and save me."
He let out a small "TT" under his breath. "It looks as if you've already situated yourself out of this mess."
The window slammed shut, a timer ticking down in the corner of the room with a bomb in it.
The only two exits were the metal door in front of the room and the window behind them that Damian tried to break, but wasn't able to.
You laughed and gave him a small pat on his back with his little attempt, making him cross his arms and click his teeth.
"Alright, let me see..." you mumbled under your breath, digging deep in the pockets of your vigilante outfit as you started pulling stuff out of it.
Damian could feel his eyes bulging out of his head as he watched you take out the most random assortment of items.
A rubber duck, a pencil, your math homework from when you were in 4th grade, a lit firecracker, and then a bomb.
"Genius, you fool, we're going to escape with a bomb—the very thing that's about to blow us up if we don't escape," he huffed.
"Just watch, Damian," you smiled as the bomb went off in your hand, seemingly doing nothing as the door stayed there.
Your half-brother squinted. "Was that supposed to do somethi—"
And before he knew it, the metal door shattered like pieces of glass, allowing an easy escape.
As much as Damian didn't want to admit it, he sort of looked up to his sibling. The connection between them wasn't only by blood, it seemed, but by the way they were also able to easily get out of any situation.
Your powers were still an enigma to him, of course, but at least you got the job done. He begrudgingly respected you.
Or maybe he spoke too soon, as when the two of you reunited with Dick, you slipped and fell off the roof you were on, somehow floating and pulling out a sign in your pocket with the words "UH OH" written on it before falling.
"Little Bat!" Dick called out in concern.
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In the quiet manor, there you sat, with an icepack on the side of your head that seemed to grow a comically large red bump.
Bruce only shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Jason watched in amusement with slight worry hidden underneath, his arms crossed as he leaned against one of the walls in the room.
Dick sat near you, scolding you to be more careful. Damian was on your other side, not saying anything, yet you could tell that he felt the same way.
Tim hovered over you, watching Alfred bandage some bruises on your arm.
"So you somehow slipped off the roof of a tall building and somehow survived?" he asks, analyzing your body for any more injuries.
You nod, a fat tear blob falling out of your eye comically as you recall the memory.
Dick squishes your cheek, pulling it with his fingers. "I heard everything from Damian! Don't you ever pull out a bomb from your pockets ever again!"
"They did what?" Jason becomes chalant for a split second.
Bruce turns to look at you. "You had a bomb in your pocket?" He raises a brow.
Damian adds more fire to the flame: "It was lit too, Father."
"Alright, no more of that. What else do you have in your pockets?" He goes toward you and lifts you by the inside of your arms as if you were a cat.
Alfred sweat drops at the excess amount of items that you were able to take out from your clothes, some of which should be impossible to do so.
"Hey! That's my scientific graphing calculator! I was looking for that!" Tim grumbles as he snatches the calculator from the floor.
Bruce warily eyes the Superman merch on the floor but says nothing about it.
Jason picks up a kitchen knife. "Did you not feel this poking around?" he questions.
You shake your head.
Tim tries to take a look inside your pocket, but he finds nothing inside. He felt as if his mind was about to explode. How could you have possibly taken out all of this stuff if there was nothing in your pocket? Wait—you were still taking stuff out! There's nothing in your damn pocket!!!
Damian eyes all the dangerous items that you've been carrying around. You could've died from your own carelessness, and he wasn't letting you die anytime soon.
"Why do you have this in your pocket?" Bruce asks, puzzled, as he carefully picks up a piece of kryptonite. "And where did you even get it?"
You shrug, a laugh track playing in the background.
The rest of the family deadpans. Alfred can feel more wrinkles growing on him.
"I think I'm gonna need a vacation after this," Dick jokes. "Maybe fly to Italy."
"Italy, you say?" A wide smile spreads across your face as you reach deep in your pocket. "So you'll need a plane!"
As they soon realize what you were going to pull out, everyone screams a loud "NO!"
pairings: platonic!talia al-ghul x male!reader +platonic!babian (ft. ex!bruce wayne x m!reader)
summary: it's been years since you last saw Bruce Wayne. You had allow yourself to think you'll never see him again, when your godson needs someone to accompany him to Gotham. Staring in the eyes of your past lover, there's only one thing you have left to say.
tags: lovers to exes with bruce, lowkey found family?, talia is a girlboss, angst with a happy ending, babian is a fat baby, mentions of Jason's death, lazarus pit, mentions of sex, pregnancy, secret relationships, cheating, bruce is a piece of shit, bruce forgetting being into the same gender is legal now,
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You watch as Talia shakes her head as she walks into Kent's farm. You knew that if it were up to her, your wedding would be somewhere much more luxurious and much less... farm-y.
But it wasn't up to her, and you happened to love the idea of getting married on Clark's parents' property.
And the only thing that mattered to Talia was your happiness, even if Clark would be on thin ice in her eyes for the rest of his life.
You guess it was one of the reasons Talia asked if she could help you with planning. Out loud, Talia said it was to take off some of the work off your shoulders, but deep down you knew she wanted to keep an eye on you and Clark.
"I still can't believe you want to get married in a barn," Talia scoffed, sitting down on the chair next to yours. She glanced over different flower arrangements that were currently scattered on the table.
"It's cute," you pouted. Should've seen Clark and his dad working on fixing it up"
"I'd rather not," Talia rolled her eyes. "There are the flowers?"
You nodded. You went over different ideas the local flower shop had for the flowers on the tables and scattered around the barn.
You and Talia went the next hour picking and choosing different arrangements until you had an idea on what would look the best.
"(Name), I hate to ask, but do you remember how I mentioned I want Damian to go live with his father for a while?" Talia spoke up, and you nodded. "I'd want you to be the one to drive him there. I don't want to risk it with anyone else."
"I'll do it," you agreed, smiling. "It will be hard finding someone that can handle both Damian and Gotham," you chuckled.
"Yeah, but his father..." Talia pointed out.
"Oh, who cares about him? "You scoffed, resting your head on your palm. "I'm getting married to the only man in the universe you approved; why would I care about an asshole from my past? Chances are I won't even see him."
Damian arrived at the doorstep of your and Clark's apartment a few days later, a bag of his belongings swinging over his shoulder.
Talia warned you that Damian will arrive earlier than you two initially planned. She told you that he wants to spend some time with you and Clark. In the background you could hear Damian arguing that he is only visiting you and not 'that man'.
You took off a few days from work to be able to spend some time with your nephew and give him his first road trip experience.
Which brought both of you to now, sitting side by side in a car.
Metropolis was long behind you, and you just pulled over at a diner by the road for a stop. Both of you needed to stretch out your legs, and you were certain you heard Damian's stomach rumbling.
"Hey Damian, I was wondering," you started after you ordered food. " I was wondering if you'd like to be in the wedding party. I'd hate for you to just be a guest."
"Just don't make me the flower boy." Damian rolled his eyes.
"No, of course not," you chuckled. " Besides, there are at least two Justice League members fighting for that spot."
Damian scoffed, looking out the window.
"I was hoping you would be one of my groomsmen," you explained, following Damian's eyes. "Since, you know, your mother insisted on being the officiant."
"And Jason…?" Damian wondered, keeping his eyes fixated on whatever is outside.
"He can't come," you sighed, looking back at your nephew. "With you, you know... but I hope I'll be able to ask Dick and Tim to be there."
"Who?" Damian questioned, his eyes meeting yours as you mentioned the names.
"You'll meet them soon," you smirked.
The rest of your journey passed by without any trouble. The two of you took a few more stops on the way, and Damian judged your music taste for the most of it, and you pretended not to see him humming along to your songs.
Soon you were driving up the driveway to the house that haunted you in the past. One you saw in your worst nightmares. And one you stare up at with no emotion.
Alfred was the one to open the door for the two of you. He froze for a moment; he knew someone would be accompanying Damian during his journey to Gotham, but he wasn't expecting for it to be you.
"Hi, Alfred, how are you?" You greet the butler, wrapping your arm around your nephew. "I brought Damian here to make sure he behaves." The boy scoffed at your words and wiggled his way out of your hold.
"Of course, it is very nice to see you," Alfred smiled, letting both of you inside.
"Alfred, was it..." Bruce spoke, walking into the entryway. "(Name)" he whispered.
"Bruce", you acknowledged him, only sparing him a glance.
All of you stood in an awkward silence for a bit, which was only stopped when Alfred cleared his throat.
"(Name)... do you think we can talk?" Bruce asked, stepping towards you.
You opened your mouth to reply, but Damian stepped in.
"And what could you want from my uncle?" Damian growled, positioning himself between you and Bruce. "I can tolerate Kent's dumb eyes—" You put your palm over Damian's mouth before he could finish his sentence.
"Alfred, why don't you show Damian where his room is?" You suggested, glancing towards the butler. "I will handle it; don't worry," you whispered to Damian before releasing him.
You waited for Alfred and Damian to disappear into the hallway before you walked past Bruce and walked deeper into the manor.
You subconsciously made it to the room where you and Talia had your first honest talk with Bruce following close behind you. You took your spot on the armchair, the same one you sat in before leaving Gotham for good.
"So you're the man Clark keeps talking about?" Bruce started, his eyes looking everywhere but you.
You confirmed, keeping yourself from rolling your eyes.
"Does Damian know that we—" Bruce started.
"No." You stopped him from finishing his sentence. "Talia and I decided it would be best if he didn't know."
"And does your fiancé know?" Bruce questioned, finally looking up at you.
"Of course he does," you scoffed. "Unlike you, I don't hide the nature of my relationships, past or not, from people I love."
"You know it wasn't—"
"So many years went by, and you're still on the same bullshit, Bruce." You rolled your eyes. "It's getting boring, really."
"I wanted what's the best for us!" Bruce argued.
"Best for us?" You scoffed. "More like best for you. It was always about you."
"Maybe it was all about me," Bruce rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. "But look at you! You left me, and now you're with Superman?!"
"You had your chance, Bruce, many of them," you reminded him. " It's not Clark's fault you fucked them all up"
"And Clark never fucked up?" Bruce raised his brow, watching you closely.
"No, he actually cares and knows how to communicate." You smiled, thinking about your fiancé. "And also he got Talia's approval to marry me. Something you wouldn't be able to do."
"And do you and Talia know he's planning on inviting the Justice League to the wedding?" Bruce questioned, his brow still raised.
"Oh yeah, he asked if Batman should be invited or not. He didn't want the other members questioning why you're not there but didn't want me to be uncomfortable," you smirked, crossing your legs over the other. "I thought it would be funny. You know, have you seen him publicly tying himself to us for the rest of our lives?"
"You're cruel," Bruce murmured. "I worry how my son turned out if he was raised by you."
"Damian is one of the best kids out there, and you better treat him as such," you warned him, standing up.
You throw Bruce's invitation onto the table, moving towards the room's exit.
You don't see the way Bruce stares at the invitation, the regret washing over his face. If he weren't such an idiot, his name would be in Clark's place.
"Oh and Bruce?" You speak up, stopping right before the doorway. "Fuck you, I hope nobody will love you again the way I did."
You leave the room with your head held high, leaving Bruce behind once and for all.
By the entryway you meet up with Alfred and Damian. You ask the butler to pass over the invitations to the wedding for Dick and Tim and invite him as well.
With the invitations in Alfred's hand, you crouch down in front of Damian, pulling him in.
"Try to at least listen to Alfred; he knows more than any person you ever encountered before," you told Damian, ignoring the sting in your eyes. "And being nice to him means being first to his cookie batches," you whispered with a chuckle.
"I will be... nice, but only because you asked," Damian promised. " The rest will have to prove themselves."
You and Alfred laugh.
"I hope the two of us see each other soon," Alfred said, now it being his turn to pull you into a hug. " Perhaps when the young master finds himself missing you."
With that, you left the manor. You didn't even bother looking back. You no longer cared if he was watching you or not. You only cared about your future with Clark by your side.
bonus:
(unknown)
hi it's Tim
(unknown)
YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED TO CLARK KENT?!
(unknown)bro 😭
pairings: Dick Grayson x single dad!reader
summary: Dick didn't think much of it when Haley befriended a six year old boy, happy his dog has one more way to let out all the energy. What he didn't know is that the boy's cute dad will take him from dog dad to a full time boy dad.
tags: haley and (name)'s son play matchmakers. (name) works at Blüdhaven Natural History Museum and I promise it will be relevant to the story, implied smut (nothing graphic probably, but there will be warnings), mentions of complicated past relationships,
You knew Dick had returned from patrol when you felt his arms wrap around your body. You couldn't help but let a giggle escape when he leans over and peppers your face with kisses.
"How was patrol?" you ask, turning to face your boyfriend.
"Eh, as good as it could be." Dick shrugged, pulling you into his chest. "Bruce called, though, and asked me to come to dinner this weekend."
"Did you agree? 'I don't want you to skip out on time with your family again,' you asked.
"I couldn't miss out on movie night with you and Luke! I'm not a monster," Dick gasped, pretending to be offended. "I didn't give him an answer yet. He wants me to bring you two along. And then Damian took over the phone and told me to not show up without you and Luke."
Both you and Luke were excited about meeting the rest of Dick's family. Though your excitement only lasted until the car didn't drive through the front gate of the manor, the realisation that the man who took in Dick is no other than Bruce Wayne hits you like a train.
You were about to mention your concerns to Dick, but when you glanced in his direction, you noticed how relaxed he seemed. As if you and Luke meeting his family didn't scare him.
Your son happily greeted Alfred and took his hand when the butler offered to guide all of you to the rest of the family.
Walking into a room filled with people took Luke aback a little. He wasn't expecting Dick to have such a big family. You watched your son's grip on Alfred's hand loosen a bit, the boy stepping back. You prepared for your son to run back to you as you watched him scan the room.
But then Luke's eyes landed on Jason.
"Uncle Jay" Luke shouted, letting go of Alfred and running up to Jason. You watched Jason let your son climb him while threatening Tim to keep quiet.
You, on the other hand, were pulled by Cass after a quick introduction.
Dick watched you immerse yourself into a conversation with Cass, Duke and Steph. He glanced towards Luke, who was no longer on top of Jason and had now moved to the floor with Damian.
Dick was about to reclaim his spot by your side when Jason walked up to him.
"Bruce is tired of joking about Luke calling me 'uncle'," Jason complained.
"And? It is a little funny, Jaybird," Dick chuckled, turning towards his brother.
"Do you want me to tell him that Luke calls you dad?" Jason threatened, rolling his eyes.
"Fine, what do you want me to do?" Dick sighed, trying not to make it obvious that he's watching Bruce.
"Make him regret it," Jason smirked. "Send Luke over to him."
"Please do that; I'd pay to see Luke destroying Bruce," Tim laughed.
"I will not use my son—"
"Too late, Luke is a mind reader," Jason interrupted Dick, pointing towards Luke.
"You owe me for this," Damian scoffed, materialising next to them.
The brothers watched Luke walk up to Bruce who, unaware of the heartache he was about to experience, was now talking to you about your work.
"'Scuse me," Luke spoke up, staring right at Bruce with wide eyes.
"Yes, Luke?" Bruce leaned over to be more on your son's level.
"If Dickie's my dad, are you my grandpa now?" Luke wondered, blinking slowly but keeping his eyes wide.
"Do you... want me to be your grandpa?" Bruce asked, hesitating a bit. He wasn't prepared for Luke to just walk up to him with such hard questions.
"Yeah! I never had two grandpas!" Luke cheered, his hands up in the air. "You're my grandpa now." Luke wrapped his arms around Bruce.
The entire room watched Bruce hesitantly wrap his arms around Luke's body. Even you could tell that he was fighting back tears. Somewhere in the back you could hear Jason laugh, high-fiving Tim.
Before Bruce could actually shed any tears, Alfred walked in, most likely sensing his master is close to a heart attack, to announce that the dinner is ready.
Everyone made their way out, Luke now holding both yours and Dick's hand. On your side Damian was telling you how he personally requested Alfred to make your favourite dessert and that he informed the butler of your son's food habits.
And Bruce? He already decided which room he will remodel, filling it with all the things Luke likes.
This album is for anyone who waits for folks to exit the elevator before trying to barge in. If you barge in this album is not for you and only my song hurt somebody is yours to listen to.
pairings: platonic!talia al-ghul x male!reader +platonic!babian (ft. ex!bruce wayne x m!reader)
summary: Inside the League's headquarters, you shift your focus towards caring for Talia and later Damian, making sure the boy receives proper care in between training. After a particularly bad injury, Talia decides that the two of you need time away from the league. You head towards Kansas accompanied by an unexpected guest from your past.
tags: lovers to exes with bruce, lowkey found family?, talia is a girlboss, angst with a happy ending, babian is a fat baby, mentions of Jason's death, lazarus pit, mentions of sex, pregnancy, secret relationships, cheating, bruce is a piece of shit, bruce forgetting being into the same gender is legal now, reader becomes a stay at home dad so Talia can keep being a girlboss, murder mentioned, every man want a piece of reader, Talia believes nobody is good enough for her bestie, Clark Kent mentioned
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a/n: btw I did not bother checking the timeline of Jason's resurrection and Damian's birth, it's all vibes
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Talia's father allowed you to stay in the headquarters as long as you made yourself useful.
There weren't many things you could do, at least that anyone in the League would consider useful, so you offered to help Talia.
She was hesitant in accepting your help and instead threw you into training. Sometimes under her eye, other times along with other low-class assassins.
"Your job will be to care for my child," Talia explained when you questioned her about the training. "I won't risk you not being strong enough to protect them."
But there was another difference between you and other assassins in training: you were given a room in Talia's private chambers, which were unavailable to most.
The intense training served you right, even when you couldn't get up without the pain rushing through your body. But in the end it allowed you to move on from Bruce, or at least it kept you from thinking about him.
As Talia's stomach swelled with the growing child, she found herself asking for you to accompany her more often. She no longer went on missions, but she still had tasks around the headquarters.
At first Talia told you that you would be her human shield, putting yourself in between whoever wanted to hurt her child.
But soon you found yourself carrying snacks, water and other things to make her responsibilities just a bit easier on her.
You were there when Talia was hungry in the middle of the night and held her hair as she threw up.
Talia soon started to let her guard down around you, confiding in you about her worry over her child's future.
She started asking you to accompany her to the checkups, to 'scare' the doctors. Though you knew she was lying, Talia was the one able to scare anyone into obedience out of the two of you; you kept your mouth shut and went with her each time.
You were there when Talia found out she's carrying a son.
With the end of the pregnancy fast approaching, Talia stops with most of her tasks, focusing instead on herself and preparing for the arrival of her son.
Most of your tasks were reduced to morning training, though most of the time Talia would request that you stay with her instead. So most of the time you obliged, keeping her company.
But those few times that you did attend the training, you would hear the whispers about Ra's plan regarding the Lazarus Pit. Some people would talk about how he's planning to bring a certain bird back to life, but whenever you got closer to try and find out more, their conversation would die, leaving you in the dark.
You thought about bringing it up to Talia but worried about causing her too much stress.
Talia's son was born on a beautiful August evening.
You stayed with her throughout the labour, holding her hand when she requested it. The doctors who tried suggesting for you to leave were met with threats of losing their heads.
You were one of the first people that got to hold Damian after his birth.
You stared down at the sleeping bundle, trying your hardest not to cry at the soft fat of his cheeks as the tiny fist he somehow managed to untangle from his blanket. You barely reacted when Talia scoffed at how much of a crybaby you are.
You stayed with them as Talia rested to make sure nobody bothered her unless necessary.
Talia didn't trust anyone with Damian, not in the early stages in the boy's life at least. So once she recovered from childbirth and was more or less able to get back to work, you stayed in her chambers taking care of Damian.
And even though sometimes people commented on how much the boy looks like Bruce, you didn't believe that. To you, he looked like himself when he was sleeping and like Talia whenever he was demanding his bottle.
You had just put Damian down for a nap when you heard sounds of a fight outside Talia's chambers. You were about to leave Damian's room to check when you heard a vase breaking in the hallway.
You knew that whoever was causing all that noise was now in Talia's chambers and a danger to Damian. You moved away from the door, grabbing the weapon Talia had left for you.
You stand between the door and Damian's crib, weapon pointed towards the door. You didn't know who was rampaging outside, but keeping the boy safe mattered to you more.
When the door burst open, you swung your weapon at the person that entered the room when you were met with the face of the boy you once helped bury. Though now his once curious blue eyes were now replaced with vibrant green ones filled with rage.
"Jason…?" you asked, your weapon still high in case he'd try to attack you.
"Who—" The teenager in front of you, ready to scream at you, froze. You saw the anger disappearing from his eyes, the face of the Jason you knew replacing the grimace. "...(name)?"
"I thought... I saw..." you tried speaking, but the words caught in your throat.
"Why are you here?" he questioned you, taking a step closer while you took a step back.
"I'm... friends with Talia," you hesitated, your weapon no longer in the air but still close to your body in case you needed to use it.
"What about... Bruce?" Jason's brows furrowed, staring right at you.
"Oh, I..." you start, not knowing what to tell him. "No longer speak to him."
You don't notice her at first, but as you explained yourself, Talia sneaks up behind Jason. Soon, the teenager falls to the ground unconscious as she holds up the gun with the tranquiliser.
"You alright? Did he hurt you?" She asks, stepping over Jason's body and taking your face into her hands. You see her glancing towards the crib where Damian still slept soundly.
"No, we were… talking," you told her, your eyes moving away from her face and towards Jason.
"Talking?" Talia stops her movement and looks back at you with her brows raised. "He broke out and went around killing everyone he stumbled into. What do you mean you were 'talking'?"
"He recognised me," you explained, glancing back at her.
"Fascinating," Talia muttered, turning back towards Jason's body.
"Is this your father's work?" You asked, stepping towards the boy's body and kneeling down to check his breathing.
Talia confirms, and you sigh loudly.
Soon a few men entered Damian's room to take Jason, followed by Talia, who had to inform her father of the incident.
Watching Damian grow up filled you with mixed emotions.
You were so proud of Damian for each new achievement of his. It didn't matter how small they were in the grand scheme of things.
You cried so hard watching the boy take his first steps that both of them judged you for it. Talia for getting so emotional over natural human development and Damian for spilling tears over his greatest achievement, not yet understanding that tears aren't always sad.
But you were also filled with worry. You knew that sooner or later he would have to start his training, something his grandfather was waiting for from Damian's first breath on this world.
And while you knew that Damian was a strong boy, thanks to his parents' genes, it felt cruel forcing a child as small as him to complete Ra's gruelling training.
Talia tried telling you that it was all a part of their lives, but she didn't sound much convinced herself.
You tried to be there during Damian's training to step in if one of the tutors was too hard on him. Ra's, realising you were the reason behind his grandson's slow development, made sure to keep you busy so you wouldn't be able to interfere any longer.
But there weren't many things that would actually keep you away from your nephew, so Ra's would send Jason your way. Sometimes you were just left in charge of keeping an eye on the teenager, letting the two of you catch up on the years lost after his passing. When that wasn't enough, Ra's would trigger Jason into post-pit rage, knowing you were the only one who had the easiest time calming him down.
It all came crashing down days after Damian's fifth birthday.
You were sitting beside Jason in the courtyard. He's been telling you about the book he's been reading recently when Talia appears in front of you out of nowhere.
"Damian got hurt. I need you to travel with him somewhere so he can recover safely." Talia ordered, staring down at you with hunger seeping out of her eyes. "You will take Jason with you; it will piss off my father." She gestured towards the teenager.
You found yourself on a plane with the boys and Talia the moment the medics stabilised Damian. Talia vaguely told you the destination you were heading towards, and when you questioned her why she chose Kansas of all places, she simply shrugged with 'It's the place my father would consider.'
She left the three of you in front of a small farmhouse somewhere in Smallville. It was clear that Talia had someone clean up the house right before your arrival; the air inside still smelt like cleaning supplies.
An older couple living down the street were your only neighbours. The man, Johnathan, invited you over to their house for dinner. You declined, not wanting to risk Damian's safety.
That same night you heard the doorbell, just as you were about to force bedtime upon Jason. You opened the door to find an older woman, Martha, with dishes wrapped in tinfoil in her hands. She explained that she brought leftovers to share. You felt bad about her walking all the way to your house, so you sent Jason to walk her back to ensure Martha's safety.
You didn't expect another invite from the couple, but Johnathan paid you yet another visit. You end up agreeing this time, after the man mentioned that Martha will probably stop by with leftovers if you decline again.
And as much as Jason enjoyed the dinner with the Kents and getting to meet up with Clark again, he ended up regretting the fact that you agreed.
Not because the food was bad. No, Martha's cooking was so good it even satisfied Damian's picky taste buds.
But from that evening he started seeing Clark everywhere. He would wake up and Clark would be standing in the kitchen, pretending he's there to help you.
And Jason tried to be happy. He knew that Clark was a good man. But Damian, who told Jason that Clark was giving you 'dumb eyes', shared the worry of you leaving them for Clark.
From that day, Jason tried convincing himself that Clark just had a stupid crush on you that he will probably forget about when the three of you leave Kansas.
Besides, it didn't seem like you were really noticing the way Clark looked desperate to be around you.
Jason had just come back from helping Martha in the garden when he heard Clark's voice coming from inside your kitchen. He quickly ducked so both of you wouldn't be able to spot him and walked up to the open window.
"...So will you go out with me?" Jason overheard Clark asking. "I know you're busy with taking care of your nephew and Jason. It doesn't have to be anything fancy. I just... I'd love to get to know you better."
Jason put his hand over his mouth to stop himself from making any noise. He quietly retreated back and took out the phone Talia gave him for emergencies.
And Clark asking you out was an emergency. They could lose you to Smallville. Or worse, Metropolis. You were about to date yet another hero, even after swearing you wouldn't be dumb enough to do so again. Even if this hero isn't as emotionally constipated as the last one.
"Jason? Why are you calling? Is everything alright?" Talia questioned, answering the call before the second ring.
"I just saw Clark Kent ask (name) out on a date," Jason whispered into the phone's microphone, hoping that Clark's super-hearing won't pick it up.
You know what I wanna see in bats and supers fanfics ? An average dude!Reader that is their bi or gay awakening.
I want them to look at the Reader, that average dude, and say "Oh he's handsome." ... "WAIT-"
Like yes, YEARN for that dude that you just saw/met once. Have that crush for this stranger that make you rethink your life and sexuality. We all had it, it's their turn.
Gimme a Stalker!Tim that yearn for his classmate (they literally just sat next to each other in one class, before they didn't even know the other existed).
Gimme Touch Starved!Jason that want affection but is too scared to ask it, see that average dude that probably work in a casino or a shop, just wanting to be his arms/be held by him.
Gimme Hopeless Romantic!Dick or Touch Starved!Dick that want to be held by that doctor, but at the same time is terrified to be rejected.
Gimme Confused!Bruce Wayne, man in his 30-40 that is so confused about his feelings that he think he's under a spell or something. There no way he's in love with that new detective right ?? Man will be investigating him only to fall harder and yearn for him.
Gimme Puppy Love!Clark or Deeply in Love!Clark, he have to interview someone only to fall for the man. Him just being in love with a doctor or a colleague or another journalist from a rival newspaper and yearning for him.
Gimme First Love!Kon, that yearn for this classmate/man he saw once in the hallways when he was going to class. And now he just keep thinking about him, doing everything to see him again, even just for a few seconds.
I want all of them to yearn for the Reader, to want to share the Reader's last name.
