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DC’s Beach Episode

Jason Todd x M!Reader

tags: established relationship, talk of kids/starting a family, probably ooc Jason i’m not sure, not beta read we die like jason todd, fluff, angst(?) not really though, tags are hard

it seems like we really enjoy the jason fics so i suppose he is my writing muse now… i’m not mad about it

Vacations were rare for vigilantes. It was even more rare for more than two to go on one at a time. Lucky for you, Alfred had insisted that Bruce give you guys a break when you approached with the idea of a vacation. That’s how you, Jason, Donna, Koriand’r, Dick, Wally, and Roy got to be on this beach. You weren’t sure you’d ever see the sun again since your move to Gotham, but your skin was loving it. Roy had originally apologized for having to bring Lian but no one cared. You all loved the girl anyway and Roy didn’t have to worry about a babysitter.

You were currently suntanning, letting your body soak in the sun. Who knew when you’d see it again. Dick, Koriand’r, Roy, and Jason were playing volleyball, their voices loud and competitive. Jason had asked you to watch the match as a referee but you were barely paying attention, honestly. The sun was making you sleepy. Wally and Donna were making sandcastles with Lian, who was talking their ears off. She was probably about five years old now. You remembered when she was only a month old, barely a curl on her head. Now, she had a head full of hair, long hair at that. You knew Roy really had his work cut out for him. At some point, Lian ran her way over to the intense volleyball match, her squealing voice overpowering the arguing ones.

“Jay-Jay!” Lian shouted over and over again, trying to get Jason’s attention. He turned around at the sound of the voice, the other three turning their attention to each other to continue arguing. Jason smiled as Lian hugged onto his leg.

“What’s up?” Jason asked as he picked Lian up, holding her in one arm. Her little hand went to his hair, gently pulling at the strands.

“Will you go in the water with me?” She asked softly in that specific kid voice that told you they really wanted you to say yes. Jason nodded at her, moving them closer to the water. He dared a glance back at you. Your sunglasses were pushed up your nose, shielding him from identifying how you were feeling. And those stupid swim trunks. When you first stepped out of the house you were all staying at in black swim trunks with tiny Red Hood symbols dotted on them, everyone had hooted and hollered, joking about it. Jason had laughed too but he thought they were cute. Plus, he knew that even if you played it off as a joke, you weren’t actually joking. You might act nonchalant around their friends but he knew. Jason smiled when you waved at him from your lounger, tilting his head to the side as if to say hi back.

You watched Jason walk towards the water with Lian, the two of them in deep conversation. He was always great with kids. He’d told you before that he didn’t think he’d be a good dad but he always proved himself wrong. Not that you didn’t feel that way, either. Your upbringing wasn’t the best and whenever the subject of children came up, you couldn’t help but think about what kind of dad you’d be. You’d only been shown one way to parent and you came out the way you did. Maybe that’s what’d make you a good dad, Jason had told you once. You remember rolling your eyes at him and telling him the same applies to him. Both of you were too self deprecating to think any differently. Maybe the two of you would be good father’s one day, but that day certainly wasn’t soon. You were so deep in thought you didn’t notice Jason or Lian walking up to you.

“Attack!” Jason suddenly yelled. Him and Lian shook their wet hair out on you, Lian giggling uncontrollably. That definitely snapped you out of your thoughts. You put your hands out in a defensive position, a grin pulling at your lips. When they were done, you pushed your sunglasses up into your hair, squinting up at Jason and raising an eyebrow.

“Seriously?” You asked. He put his hands up, grinning back at you.

“Hey, it was Lian’s idea, not mine,” You knew he was lying but Lian couldn’t stop giggling to defend herself. You looked over at her and she squealed and started running away.

“Hey! Get back here!” You got up and ran after her, her laughing only getting louder. You caught up to her quickly, picking her up and tackling her to the ground. Lian shrieked and giggled into your chest as you hugged her to your body.

“You think it’s funny, huh?” You asked, beaming down at her. She shook her head, her giggles calming down.

Jason watched you two with a fond smile. You were so good with kids. It was his favorite thing when Roy asked you two to babysit Lian. He loved watching you care for her. You were just so gentle. Not that you weren’t in general, it was just different with kids. You treated them like they could break any moment, which was probably kind of true. Watching you take care of Lian just made him even more excited for when you two had a kid.

“Don’t hurt my kid, please!” Roy yelled out from the volleyball net, a hand above his eyes to shield the sun. Jason rolled his eyes. He was such a helicopter parent.

“Cool it, Harper,” Jason yelled back, jogging back to the volleyball net to continue their game from earlier. Roy smacked Jason’s arm when he came back in retaliation.

Getting Lian to bed that night was a hassle, even with seven adults. Donna had eventually convinced her to go to sleep by telling her she could have ice cream for breakfast (which definitely was not happening). Roy thanked her and managed to tuck himself and Lian into bed without much fuss. Everyone else went back to their shared rooms, except you and Jason. You stepped out of the sliding door and onto the giant deck that led down to the beach. There was a cool breeze, waves crashing against the shore. It was quiet. A rare moment. Jason stood next to you, bumping your shoulders together. You hummed at the touch.

“You okay?” Jason asked, tilting his head at you. You nodded.

“Yeah, fine,” You replied, letting out a sharp breath. Jason stared at you for a second, unconvinced, but let it go.

“You’re a good uncle to Lian,” You told him, finally looking at him. He rolled his eyes but you could see the smile pulling at his lips.

“Whatever,” Jason shrugged like it was nothing.“You are, too,” He added. It was your turn to roll your eyes. It seemed the two of you knew where this conversation was going. You crossed your arms over your chest, sweatpants and a shirt suddenly not warm enough for this breeze.

“I don’t really know if a kid is something I want,” You started, avoiding Jason’s eyes. “At least, not right now. It’s not something I ever thought about until we started dating,” You admitted, shifting your weight awkwardly. Jason stared at you, letting you speak.

“I don’t know. I don’t think anytime soon is right for us but… I like watching you with Lian,” You looked up at your boyfriend. Jason’s eyes were soft and loving. He always looked at you like he understood everything about you. It made you feel seen in a way no one else had ever made you feel.

“I like watching you with Lian, too,” Jason smiled, taking in your face. His smile eased your anxiety. You weren’t sure how he was going to react but you were glad it seemed positive. Jason put a hand on your waist and pulled you into his side, placing a kiss in your hair.

“I just want to make you happy,” Jason admitted quietly. You looked over at him, raising an eyebrow. “Whether you want a kid or not, as long as you’re happy,” He elaborated. You leaned your head on his shoulder, the two of you standing there for a moment. Just soaking each other in. A sudden bang sounded from inside, causing you two to jump and turn around. There was Wally, standing over a tub of ice cream, a spoon in his mouth and another in his hand. He smiled awkwardly at the two of you and pulled the spoon out of his mouth.

“Sorry… Dick got hungry,” He explained through the open door. Jason rolled his eyes.

“Just go, asshole,” Jason pointed towards the bedrooms and Wally sped off quickly. You laughed, grabbing Jason’s hand and tugging him inside.

“We should probably go to bed, anyway,” You told him, to which he grumbled in reply. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as the two of you tucked into bed. Perhaps your self deprecating, ‘I’d be a bad dad’ bullshit would cancel out because you two would be doing it together.

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Wonder womannnnn

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ilya learns the phrase “bow chicka wow wow” and makes it everyone’s problem

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this is canon to me

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Drunk on Her

Starfire/Koriand’r x Fem!Reader

tags: a bit nsfw for a sec, drinking, established relationship, implied birdflash, not beta read i’m a type and post kinda gal

sorry for always teasing you guys with nsfw but idk if actual nsfw is smth i wanna write so im just gonna keep alluding to it lol

Kori’s want to party all of the time never bothered you. After all, her ‘going out’ outfits made her look beautiful and it’s not like she did it with any devious intentions. She just liked socializing! Most of the time, you stayed in and waited for her to come home or for her to call you to come get her. Tonight though, she invited you to come with her.

“My friends want to finally meet you!” Kori gushed, wrapping a strand of your hair around a curling iron. For an alien who hadn’t been on Earth very long, she was a lot better at a lot of things than you.

“They didn’t want to meet me sooner?” You asked, watching the curl unwrap around the iron. Kori pulled at it once, the hair bouncing back.

“They’ve never asked so I never brought it up,” Kori explained with a smile, moving in front of you and wrapping your bangs around the curling iron. You tried not to stare at her chest, your eyes attempting to look up to her face from the awkward angle. After a minute or two, she let the hair fall from the iron.

“What club are we going to?” You asked, trying to break the silence. Kori never found anything awkward and was glad to sit in silence forever. She was a lot less anxious about things than you, but, you supposed that had something to do with being an alien. She didn’t concern herself with silly things like being nervous about sitting in silence.

“Donna said it’s called The Labyrinth,” Yeah, that didn’t sound promising. But that was Gotham club names for you (and also the most interesting sounding name the author could come up with). Kori brushed out your bangs, moving out of the way so you could see yourself in the mirror.

“You like?” She asked with a big smile. You took yourself in, smiling back at your girlfriend and nodding. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Go pick out an outfit and then we can leave!” Kori said excitedly, ushering you out of the bathroom. You laughed at her enthusiasm, rushing to the bedroom to change.

The club was loud and cramped, exactly what you expected. The name of the club wasn’t even a joke either, it took you almost twenty minutes to find the bathroom earlier. You had been introduced to Kori’s friends when you all first arrived, Donna, Roy, Wally, and Dick (“Am I hearing that right?” You yelled over the club music. He laughed and nodded at you).

Now, all six of you were crammed in a booth, taking shots. You were getting tipsy pretty quickly, considering you didn’t drink very often. Kori looked completely sober by the way she was smiling but Donna had told you earlier that she’s like that even when she’s drunk. Roy was falling asleep on Wally’s shoulder already and it’d only been two hours. You kind of understood him though, clubbing wasn’t really your kind of scene and you were getting bored quickly. Plus, your feet hurt from these heels. You offered to go up to the bar and buy more drinks to which you got some cheering from a very happy Dick and Wally. You squeezed your way out of the booth and sidled up to the bar, ordering a couple beers for the group. You were leaning against the bar, your fingers tapping the wood as you waited. The music was so loud it felt like it was vibrating through your bones.

“I missed you!” A happy sounding Kori cried out as she wrapped her arms around you from behind. She started kissing all over your face, making you giggle drunkenly. She then pressed one long kiss to your lips, to which you happily received. She slipped her tongue between your lips which she didn’t normally do so you assumed she had to be tipsy now. You were interrupted by the bartender who awkwardly cleared his throat, holding the beers out to you two. You gave him an awkward smile in apology and grabbed them, beginning back to the table.

“Come to the bathroom with me?” Kori asked, her lips turning downwards in a pout. You nodded, dropping the beer off at the table. No one noticed you two leave, too invested in what they were discussing. Lucky for you, you had already gone through the trouble of finding the bathroom earlier, so you led Kori through the crowd by her hand. A couple girls came out the bathroom in a rush, yelling enthusiastically at each other as they brushed past you both. Kori grabbed your waist as you entered the bathroom.

“I love you,” She proclaimed, kissing your neck. You smiled at her, the two of you shuffling awkwardly further into the bathroom.

“I love you, too,” You replied softly, the bathroom a lot less loud than the rest of the club. You noticed the bathroom was empty which was probably good considering how handsy Kori was getting. You weren’t sure why she had asked you to come with her until she suddenly lifted you onto the sink. Your eyes widened, trying to focus on your girlfriend and not how dirty this sink counter probably was.

“Kori, what are you…” You asked as she started pushing your dress up your thighs.

“Please?” Kori whined like a little kid even as she shoved your dress around your hips. A deep blush spread across your cheeks, nervously looking at the door.

“Kori, we can’t,” You insisted, pressing your thighs together in embarrassment. She whined again, gripping your thighs and trying to spread them.

“You’re so mean,” She frowned, leaning in to kiss you.

“Mm, Kori,” Her lips interrupted your protest, your mouths moving together in unison. You couldn’t not kiss her back. Your hands cupped her face, motivating her own hands. She hooked her fingers into your underwear which caused you to pull back. She chased after your lips, your fingers moving to cover her mouth.

“Kori…” You breathed out, not knowing whether to stop her or not. You really did not want to be walked in on but… it’s not like it didn’t feel good. She stared at you for a second, pausing her movements as your thoughts caught up to you. Kori slowly slipped her fingers into your underwear, giving you time to tell her to stop. Your lips parted but you didn’t speak up. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened with a bang. You had never moved so quickly, pulling your dress down as you got down from the sink. A group of sorority girls came laughing in, not even noticing you or Kori. You cleared your throat and glanced at Kori as the girls huddled around the bathroom mirror, pushing your hair behind your ears. Her face was flushed red but you weren’t sure if that was from embarrassment or because of how drunk she was. You grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the bathroom, walking the two of you back to the booth. Donna was alone now, nursing a martini. She smiled when she saw the two of you.

“Where’d the boys go?” You asked. She rolled her eyes and nodded over to the dance floor. Roy was awake now and chatting up some girl who was giggling and touching his tattoos. Dick and Wally were dancing suspiciously close to each other which made you raise an eyebrow. You looked back at Donna who raised her own eyebrow at the two of you. Despite her not saying anything, you couldn’t help the blush that was spreading across your cheeks.

“We’re going home,” You yelled to Donna over the music. You heard Kori say “We are?” quietly from behind you. Donna gave you two a sad look but hugged you and Kori as a goodbye. When you finally made it out of the club, your ears were ringing now that there wasn’t constant noise.

“Home already?” Kori asked you, tugging at your hand to get your attention. Your blush deepened as you tried not to look her in the eye.

“We got interrupted in the bathroom…” Is all you elaborated on. She blinked at you before a cheery grin spread across her face. Kori giggled and leaned into your side as a taxi pulled up beside the two of you. Drunk Kori surely was something else…

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Introductions 4+1

getting introduced to your bf’s family + the first time you two met

Jason Todd x M!Reader

tags: kinda nsfw in the second one but it doesn’t get very far, fluff, not beta read, uh yeah

was trying to figure out who else to write about but jason is easy so i’m back for more

When you originally met Bruce, you had assumed he was homophobic. He gave both you and Jason a nasty look when you were introduced. Plus, Jason had told you plenty of things about his father, so you assumed the worst immediately. That same day you were introduced, Jason had left you in the living room to grab drinks from the kitchen. He said he didn’t want to stay there long but they might as well make the most of it while they were here. A long silence assumed until a voice spoke up behind you.

“How old are you?” Bruce asked in a serious and monotone voice, startling you enough for your hand to instinctually reach for a knife attached to your thigh. Then you remembered that knife wasn’t there because it was holstered to your uniform, which you weren’t wearing. You awkwardly cleared your throat and moved your hand back to your side.

“I’m the same age as Jason,” You replied, not wanting to shift your body to see Bruce. You assumed you were about to get some kind of shovel talk. Bruce was silent for a long while as you stared at the blank TV screen until you heard him step around the couch. You watched him stop across from you, the only thing between you two the giant glass coffee table that definitely cost more than your rent.

“Jason is… a complicated person,” Bruce broke the silence finally. You raised a skeptical eyebrow, your lips tipping downwards. You had no idea where this was about to go but you weren’t liking it at the moment. Bruce glanced around the living room before clearing his throat.

“You seem to make him happy. I haven’t seen him like that in a while,” He admitted. Your body relaxed slightly into the cushions.

“It makes me glad to know he’s okay. That he’s doing good,” A pause. “Thank you,” Bruce added at the end. You blinked at him and nodded once. The silence came back, the two of you staring at each other for what felt like forever.

“…you know, I don’t care that he’s gay,” Bruce started to say.

“Yeah. I get it. I get what you mean,” You interrupted him, trying to save him from saying something weird. His mouth opened like he was going to keep talking anyway but it closed after a moment. Bruce nodded. Silence.

“Yo, they’ve got fucking box wine in the fridge, should we steal it?” Jason entered the room, looking down at said box wine. He looked up and his face dropped, hiding the wine behind his back. Bruce raised an eyebrow at Jason.

“Since when did you get so cheap?” Jason asked as Bruce walked towards him. He placed a hand on his son’s shoulder, patting it once before walking out of the living room.

“Keep it,” Bruce told Jason on his way out. Jason gave him a confused look and watched him walk away before turning back towards you. You shrugged.

Jason was sprawled out on the couch, his hands gripping your hips. You sat in his lap, hands braced against his chest, your lips sliding together in what was becoming more than just a makeout session. The grinding and pulling at each other’s suits was becoming more needy and the noises coming from the two of you were getting louder. Patrol had been intense and this was usually how the two of you came down from the adrenaline rushing through your veins. Just when Jason slid his hand down your body and gripped the bulge in your pants, the sound of your window unlocking broke the moment. Like clicker trained puppies, you two both perked up and eyes darted to the window that was now open with Jason’s older brother climbing through it.

“Can I come in?” Dick asked even as his feet planted on the ground. One look to the couch and he realized immediately what he had just walked in on, his face flushing red.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” Dick turned his back towards the two of you, his face in his hands. Jason’s face was flushing as well, the embarrassment clearly written over both brother’s faces. You huffed in sexual frustration, getting up off Jason and fixing your pants.

“…are you decent?” Dick asked quietly. Both you and Jason said ‘yes’ at the same time. Dick turned back around and smiled awkwardly. Jason got up as well, the red on his face only getting brighter. There was a moment of silence before Dick held his hand out towards you.

“Sorry. I’m Richard,” Jason groaned at the introduction and covered his face with his hands. You looked down at Dick’s hand and back up at his face.

“Yeah, I don’t really think you want to touch my hand right now,” You stated honestly, your voice monotone with exasperation. Dick’s flush got worse and he scratched the back of his head, shuffling in his spot.

“What do you want, Dick?” Jason asked, clearly embarrassed but trying to mask it with anger. Dick cleared his throat.

“I was going to see if I could crash for the night but I see you have company… so I will see my way out,” Dick turned around rather quickly, climbing through the open window and closing it like he wished to be anywhere else (which was probably true). You walked over to the window and locked it, letting out a long sigh before turning back to Jason. He was giving you an almost sad look and you raised an eyebrow as if to say “what?”.

“Sorry,” Jason mumbled like a little kid who had just gotten in trouble. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the upturn of your lips.

“C’mon, you still owe me,” You told him, moving towards the bedroom. He followed with no hesitation.

There they sat, the teen Justice League. Or, that’s what you heard them say, you weren’t sure. Both you and Jason were rudely awoken by his younger brother, Tim, showing up and demanding your help for a case. You glanced over the group sitting across the small dining table. A punk looking kid, a very muscular blonde girl, a redhead who was very focused on looking at everything in the apartment, and Tim. You’d never met Tim before but knew who he was from pictures. The kid looked even nerdier in person.

“We’re looking at this case and we need you guys to tell us about… uhm…” Tim trailed off, blinking at his older brother. Jason raised an annoyed eyebrow.

“So, we were talking and decided that you’d be the most help and…” Tim trailed off again, like he couldn’t focus for some reason.

“What the fuck is it, kid?” Jason huffed, rubbing his forehead. Tim frowned but looked embarrassed.

“It’s hard to focus when neither of you have clothes on,” Tim huffed back. You and Jason looked down at your state of undress, the two of you in boxers. You were the only one who bothered to throw on a shirt.

“Be grateful. You could’ve barged in on much worse,” Jason wagged a finger at Tim and he groaned at Jason to shut up.

“Seriously, what do you need?” He asked. Cassie moved to the front of the group.

“We’re working a case that involves the Penguin. Looks like he’s been paying off a drug ring to traffic some of the strippers that work at the Iceberg Lounge. We were wondering if you had any information on them? We’ve never heard of them before,” Cassie asked. Jason gave Tim a look and Tim rolled his eyes.

“Did Bruce seriously give you guys this case?” Jason asked suspiciously.

“No, in fact, he told us not to work this case,” Tim said matter of factly, like he was super cool for going against his father’s wishes. Jason scoffed.

“Wow, who knew you had the balls?” That got a sneer from Tim.

“We get you have good intentions but he told you not to work it for a reason,” You finally spoke up, voice rough from sleep. “Jason and I can figure it out,” You added with a yawn. Tim spluttered but Jason nodded in agreement.

“There’s a reason you guys are the teen version of the Justice League,” Jason reminded them, Tim muttering about them being called the ‘Young Justice’ or whatever.

“We’re not babysitting you all day so go home, go to the mall or something, I don’t know. Do teenager shit,” Jason shooed at them with his hands. Tim glared at Jason but stood up anyway and told his friends to leave. As the little Justice League started for the door, Tim looked between you and Jason.

“Is this a thing?” He asked bluntly. You and Jason looked at each other, your flat expressions speaking to each other. You both looked back at Tim and shrugged in unison. He stared at the two of you for a moment before rolling his eyes. Tim mumbled to himself as he left the apartment.

You pulled up in front of a posh looking middle school, your car looking even more beat up than usual next to it. It was a couple minutes before Damian started stomping his way out the front doors and towards your car. Jason had asked you for the favor because his brothers were busy and Bruce was at work. He would’ve done it himself but he was helping babysit Lian for Roy all the way in Star City. So, that left you. Damian opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat, aggressively closing the door. He crossed his arms, a mean glare on his face. You stared at him for a second and began driving away from the school. Jason instructed you to bring him back to the manor. According to your boyfriend, Damian had gotten into a fight with some other kids. Damian told the school that the other kids started it so he was only defending himself which made sense to you. The thing is, they came out a lot more scuffed up than Damian. The boy managed to leave with only a small bruise on his cheek. The car was silent for a while before you decided to say something.

“Were they bullying you?” You asked out of nowhere. You and Damian hadn’t really been properly introduced so you knew this was probably weird for him but you were curious. He didn’t respond for a moment.

“No,” Damian replied curtly. You nodded, the car coming to a stop at a red light. You leaned back in your seat and looked over at him.

“Were they bullying someone else?” You couldn’t imagine they weren’t doing something inherently mean. You knew what that felt like. He didn’t reply but instead nodded his head once. You looked back at the road, the light turning green. Damian tentatively looked over at you.

“You’re Todd’s boyfriend, yes?” He asked curiously. You were taken aback for a second at the bluntness in the question.

“Yeah,” You replied simply. He stared at you for what felt like forever before looking out the window.

“You seem well equipped to take on a foe,” Damian told you. This kid spoke in riddles, you thought. You assumed he meant his words in a good way so you smiled.

“Thanks,” He nodded at your approval.

“You want to go get ice cream?” You asked cautiously, unsure how the boy would react. Damian looked back at you and smiled.

“Yes, please,” He replied, the two of you beaming at each other.

You had taken a break on a rooftop, your patrol busy. You patrolled areas in Gotham most heroes or vigilantes didn’t even bat an eye at. They were places you grew up, places where you knew some of the kindest people. You knew no one would help you protect them so you decided to start doing it yourself. A cold breeze flowed through the air, one that was much needed on a warm summer night.

“Who are you?” A voice suddenly spoke from behind you. Instinctively, you grabbed a knife that was holstered to your thigh, and spun around. You were met with a red helmet, a person you’d seen before. You kept the knife in hand but backed off from your defensive position a bit. This guy wasn’t worth it and you were confident he wouldn’t try anything.

“Who’s asking?” You asked, feet shuffling like there was a sniper on your back. You weren’t notorious for being the kindest vigilante after all. You were who you were.

“Me,” Red Hood responded simply. The modulated voice weirded you out. Seriously, did this guy really think he needed to hide his voice? He must have such an ego.

“Can I help you?” You asked in return, avoiding his question. You could hear the faint sound of his breathing through the helmet. He took a step forward and you took a step backward. He paused.

“I’ve never seen you before. Just thought I’d introduce myself,” Red Hood responded, holding his hand out for you to shake. You raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“I know who you are,” You tilted your head, switching the knife from your left to your right hand. Not being able to see his expressions was really bothering you. It was like talking to a wall. Even at your subtle refusal, Jason kept his hand out for you to take. You switched the knife back and forth a couple times before reluctantly shaking his outstretched hand. His grip was firm, like he was trying to decide whether to spare you or not. Eventually, the handshake ended and both your arms dropped. Red Hood stared at you, or, you were assuming he was.

“I’ve never seen another vigilante around here before,” You finally spoke, squinting your eyes at him in suspicion.

“How come you decided to visit?” You asked, finally sheathing your knife. Red Hood was silent for a moment before he looked out at the cityscape, not that there was much here.

“No reason. Just received a call and took it,” He replied. You rolled your eyes, knowing there was probably more to it than that. The way he stared out at the buildings seriously made you think otherwise. At just the right time, sirens started sounding a couple blocks down. Both of you looked to the sound, listening for a moment.

“Looks like that’s my cue,” You said, stepping up onto the edge of the rooftop.

“I can…” You shook your head at him.

“Don’t need your help, man. Go home, yeah? You don’t belong here,” You told him, pausing in your movements as you wondered if that was too harsh. After a second, you looked back at him. He was still staring at you. You smiled and jumped off the roof, the sound of your heavy landing onto a fire escape echoing off the walls of buildings nearby. Red Hood stood there for a moment as he watched you leave, a new interest piquing within him.

[dididc]

The Wonder Twins and Roy:3

[crowwkui]

a night out 🍻

[pommepony]

this was done as a pseudo test if i could make print style art, im going to ask my graphic designer girl if she could try make it look more print like :)

since i got asked a bit on cass’ height on twt ill explain my design thoughts here! ( its also partly because my reference was like this)

also pls ask me stuff on my ask box i like getting requests

cass : black hair, she has a bad habit of cutting it herself when stressed so it can be a bit messy. likes thin layers and doesn’t wear jackets often because of the feeling and pressure. shes 5’8 and got height from her dad, ballerina lithe build. she just likes wearing clothes that remind her of her costume. :)

steph : curly blonde hair, she used to straighten it religiously but now she takes good care. love having it in a ponytail, freckles and moles on her body, teal/blue eyes, and little bunny teeth. shes short (5’2) with a bit of a soft body, toned though because of vigilantism. downtown style fashion,

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🥹 these are so cute what the heck

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Jason Todd x M!Reader

tags: unintentional angst but it’s not even obvious, intimate but only for a second and nothing explicit, fluff, loser!Jason Todd lowkey, i just typed and posted cause i’m lazy so sorry for any typos

is this anything idk i don’t write often especially not fics so i’m just having fun… hope the random other povs made sense and weren’t confusing idkkkk!!!

Jason stepped out of the bathroom, steam curling into the hallway. It was bound to grow mold, you had told him one day. All the steam getting trapped in the bathroom wasn’t good for the walls, apparently. He didn’t really care. You two lived in a shitty apartment anyway. It probably would’ve grown mold on its own. Jason shuffled his way into the bedroom, where you still laid. Arms wrapped around a pillow with half of your face pushed into it, lying on your stomach. A silver wedding band on your ring finger glinted in the rare Gotham sunlight. It was so cartoonish Jason was almost sick to his stomach. He swallowed and stepped silently through the room. Pulling on a pair of boxers, he slung his towel around his neck. In a moment of weakness, he dared another look towards you in bed. Nothing had changed but this angle compared to the one by the bedroom door made the sight even more cartoonish. He grabbed his phone from his dresser, opening the camera. He liked the way you looked, sue him. Jason lined up the shot before taking a couple of photos. He glanced through the pictures he got, a faint smile crossing his face. He looked back at the bed. It was almost surreal that you were sleeping in his bed… no, not just his. Yours too.

Just then, his phone vibrated with a notification. Jason glanced back down to see a random message from Bruce. He didn’t open it but he could bet it was something about yesterday’s patrol. Not that anything bad had happened. Bruce was just like that. He was more of a father to Gotham than he was to him. A conversation from a couple weeks ago suddenly flowed through his mind. He was visiting the manor for extra supplies…

“You need to start keeping up on social media,” Bruce suddenly said, startling Jason. He hadn’t intended on having to run into Bruce while he was here. Alfred had said he was working but Jason assumed that meant… like, somewhere else. Jason grabbed a grappling hook from a box before shoving it into his bag.

“What are you talking about?” Jason asked, his tone short. Bruce squinted his eyes and frowned. It was almost weird seeing his face. The cowl was pretty much his whole childhood up until his death.

“Considering the public never found out about your death and just assumed you were always very reserved, I think it would benefit you to be prevalent online,” Bruce replied, watching Jason push stuff into his bag.

“For appearances,” Bruce added. Jason rolled his eyes. He had accounts on pretty much every social media platform but never posted. The only reason he had millions of followers is because his brothers would tag him in pictures when they posted.

“I don’t see why it would matter if I posted or not,” Jason replied, zipping his bag up. He slung it over his shoulder, finally looking Bruce in the face.

“You got your golden boys already doing the heavy lifting for me,” Jason gave Bruce a tense smile. Bruce’s frown deepened.

“See you later, old man,” Jason said as he walked past Bruce, unintentionally (totally intentionally) shoulder checking him. He heard a small sigh leave Bruce as he walked away.

Jason blinked and looked back down at the picture staring at him from his phone. In it, the sheets pooled around your hips, showing off your bruised back. Just a benefit of marrying another vigilante. He didn’t have to feel gross for his cuts and bruises. The sun shone onto your scars, healed and unhealed. Jason’s eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

“I’ll show you posting for appearances,” Jason mumbled angrily to himself, opening Instagram. He meant it when he said he didn’t use any of his accounts on any social media platforms. His Instagram bio was blank and his profile picture was the default one given when you make an account. Jason navigated the app pretty easily though, having watched Dick post before. Jason tapped on the picture of you, the line “Add a caption…” underneath it staring at him. He clicked on the text and typed something quickly before posting without a second thought. He turned his phone off and set it back down on the dresser before going about the rest of his morning.

Somewhere in Blüdhaven, Dick’s phone vibrated with an Instagram notification as he was brushing his teeth. He wouldn’t normally stop to look at it but the username ‘TheJasonToddWayne’ (Jason did not get to pick his username for PR reasons) peaked Dick’s interest. He spit toothpaste out of his mouth before picking up his phone. He clicked on the notification to be met with a post so clearly made by Jason he couldn’t even be upset. It was a picture of Jason’s husband sleeping in bed with the caption, “All you bitches mad cause I’m winning.” Only posted three minutes ago and it was already at half a million likes. Dick didn’t even want to know what Bruce was doing right now for damage control.

Eventually, you woke up to the smell of coffee. Begrudgingly pulling on boxers and a blood-stained shirt, you got out of bed and made your way to the kitchen. You were greeted with the sight of Jason’s back, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

“How’s your back?” Jason could hear the cocky grin in your voice, even when it still sounded tired. He rolled his eyes.

“Good morning to you, too,” He replied as you sidled up next to him, your hand grabbing onto his waist.

“It’s better. Still sore,” Jason clarified, grabbing another mug to pour for you. He may have said that nothing happened on yesterday’s patrol but that’s not at all true. He got slammed into the side of a building during a fight. Luckily, he left without a concussion, or he assumed because it’s not like they went to an actual doctor (plus, on a late night call, Alfred said Jason seemed fine and he kind of counts as one). No broken bones either but that’s only because the author is lazy and didn’t feel like writing all that shit in. But his back had been fucked over. Not that it wasn’t already but trust him, getting slammed into a building doesn’t necessarily help. Jason handed a mug of coffee to you which you graciously took.

“Thanks,” You mumbled, yawning before taking a sip of the coffee. Jason stared at you for a moment, the feeling of your hand rubbing over his hip soothing. His phone buzzed in the pocket of his sweatpants. It had been doing that every couple of minutes but he’d been ignoring it because the last thing he wanted to do right now was get into it with Bruce, for whatever the reason was this time.

“Breakfast?” You asked, shaking Jason out of his thoughts. He shrugged.

“We need to go shopping,” He replied. You pulled him into your side, a knowing smirk on your face.

“Maybe I can have something else for breakfast,” You hummed, setting your mug down and pulling Jason towards you. It was so cheesy but he couldn’t help but smirk back at you and play along.

“Oh, really? You wanna show me what that is exactly?” Jason asked, grabbing onto your waist. You pulled him in for a kiss, your lips meeting roughly. Jason walked you back until you hit the counter, swiftly lifting you onto the tacky, fake granite. Your lips slid together in tandem, the moment heating up until Jason’s phone started ringing. You pulled back and cleared your throat as Jason fumbled for his phone.

“Who is it?” You asked as Jason’s phone screen lit up. He sighed in frustration.

“Just Bruce,” He shook his phone at you, showing Bruce’s contact. Jason declined the call and set his phone onto the counter. Bruce didn’t normally call so he almost felt nervous it was something important. What if one of his brothers was in the hospital? Or Joker had escaped Arkham again? His thoughts were quickly interrupted as your hand slid up his chest. Jason’s face burned and the two of you leaned back in for another kiss… when Jason’s phone rang again. Your foreheads knocked together at the sudden noise, the two of you cursing your own expletives.

“Just answer it, Jason,” You told him, rubbing your forehead with a frown. He frowned back at you but grabbed his phone and hesitantly pressed the answer button.

“What do you want, Bruce?” Jason asked with a frustrated tone. The sound of shuffling came from the other line.

“Jason. When I told you to be more online, this is not what I meant,” Bruce’s voice sounded dead serious. You raised an eyebrow and looked at Jason, whose face had gotten red and pale at the same time.

“I understand you think you’re funny but this is about to be all over the news. The Gotham Gazette already emailed me for a comment on what you posted,” Jason could see Bruce rubbing at his temples. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion now.

“Jason, what is he talking about?” You asked. Your husband sheepishly looked at you.

“You might want to check Instagram…”

It was quite flattering, actually, you had to admit. The picture was so nice you were even thinking about asking Jason to send it to you. The comments were probably the best part, though.

Batmanswife: HE’S GAY????

↳ houseoflights replied to Batmanswife: Bruce Wayne has six kids, one of them had to be.

ilovenightwing: no one talking about how ripped his man is?????

thatgirlyk: this is pinterest worthy i had no idea jason todd was such a photographer

fvckme: hey… i got two holes for a reason

↳ ilovenightwing replied to fvckme: oh that’s not…

[ceruleanheaven]

religion is so fucking funny the world is just too beautiful there must be a higher entity behind all this. lets oppress women

[hagihino]

[cowboyballads]

the softest cutie frm hell btw

[s-o-r-i-n]

I enjoy the sex in heated rivalry but it's not the main selling point for me which is unfortunately impossible to explain to people who haven't seen the show in a way that doesn't sound like a joke

"what do you like about the sexy gay hockey show based on a romance porn book with lots of sex?"

"oh well I think the plot and the characters are really great!"

I'm being serious but it gets a laugh every time

[poisonnivysgf]

i feel the exact same way and despite not caring much for the sex scenes, i will literally defend the amount of them with my life because dare i say it’s actually a little homophobic to continue to call heated rivalry the “gay porn show”? like… if a show about straight people had sex scenes (i.e., off campus, bridgerton) no one is calling it a “straight porn show” and they’ll tell you that the intimate scenes are so beautiful! but we somehow can’t feel the same way about a gay sex scene? i mean, sure, heated rivalry’s scenes are a lot more intense, especially in the beginning, but why should that matter? either way you’re watching a sex scene but it suddenly becomes gross or something to be frowned upon when it’s queer

[zas13]

My first Harlivy piece was directly inspired by twitter user elaine @pandorasirens

[rhymo-s]

Robins

[ciricearts]

she's hereee<3