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Heyy, I was wondering if Reader in her reality was a superhero, like a Marvel heroine like Spider-Girl and was part of the Young Avengers and I can definitely imagine Tim's Young Justice team (Conner, Bart, Cass) finding out about Reader, what do you think their reaction would be?
Anyway, have a good night.🪷🪷😄
(Spider Has Joined Your Party)
Spider!reader x Tim Drake + YJ98 | W/c: 2481
A/n: In my world everyone is happy and healthy and they get together for brunch sometimes when everybody’s free. And yeah sorry I ship cissiecassie, deal. Slobo’s not here bc I hate his bitch ass. and sorry this took so fucking long this ask is from october? oof. (edit: also if it’s not clear Kon has def already met you which is why he’s just being an asshole for fun)
You tried your best to get the air back into your lungs as you lied on your back on the training mat. Tim stood over you, maybe a little guilty for kicking you in the stomach that hard. In his defense, you were like, superhumanly durable. So that guilt on his part was a wee bit overshadowed by the pride he felt at being able to take you down, even for a moment.
He offered you a hand to pull you back up to your feet.
“Hey, so I’ve been thinking,”
“Oh no,” you said automatically, “That’s never good,”
“I’ve been thinking that maybe meeting some other metas your age might help you adjust easier, so I want you to come with me to a meetup for my old team,”
“A meetup?” you let him yank you off the ground and back to your feet.
“Yeah, like, I told you that Kon and Bart have been badgering me to bring you to one of our hangouts, right, but the girls will be at this one too, so you can get away from them if you need to. I think it’ll be good neutral ground to, you know, expose you to all that.”
“Uh, okay,” you squared back up into fighting position, Tim following suit, “What do I need to wear?”
“Your suit, like normal. It’s just brunch in the mountain, but who knows what we’ll get up to,”
“Time?”
He threw a punch and you dodged, “Tomorrow. I’ll pick you up,”
“Tomorrow?!”
“What, I know for a fact you don’t have any other plans,”
“Yeah, but I at least want a heads up!”
“This is your heads up,”
“How ‘bout an upswing at your head,” you did as you described.
Tim moved away just as quickly, “I know you said Spiders are famous for quips, but I think you need more practice in that department,”
You rolled your eyes.
“One more question, Tim?” you asked.
“Yeah? WhaA—”
You shot a web down to his feet, binding his ankles together and making him fall on his ass this time.
“How’d the ground taste?”
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You were a bit nervous.
Not that you hadn’t met plenty of other masks before, but everybody was so different in this world. Familiar, and definitely with similar powers, but different still.
And Tim was right; You needed to know other metas. Especially these ones, since Young Justice was a division of the Justice League of America, which is where you want to end up one day. Your previous dream was to become a full-flegded Avenger, just like any Spidey dreamed of. But obviously that’s kind of hard to do now, so full-fledged member of the JLA will have to do. Therefore, this silly brunch party could actually wind up being important. If you make a good impression, it’ll get your name out there in the buzz of the Watchtower’s grapevine. Hopefully. Best case scenario, Superboy or Wonder Girl mention you to Superman or Wonder Woman. So you need to at least befriend those two.
Wow. That got kind of conniving really fast. All this hanging out in high society with the Waynes probably wasn’t good for you.
Wait.
Like, what if they don’t like you? These are Tim’s friends and he has known and loved them for years. Your relationship is relatively new in comparison. He probably values their opinions like, a lot. And what if their opinion is “Eww, Spider is dumb and annoying, break up with them,”???
Okay so now maybe you’re A LOT nervous.
Feeling a little hot under the collar, you pull the mask off your face, and your hair is a mess. Thankfully, no one else had shown up yet, giving you some time to try and calm your nerves. You try to fix your hair in the reflection of a screen of all the equipment around you.
“Are we early?” you asked Tim as he was arranging the catering boxes of food exactly how he wanted them arranged. You knew not to even bother trying to help him when he got like this.
“No actually, we are technically late. I told them a time that was 30 minutes before when I actually wanted them here.”
“Oh geez,”
“Yeah,”
You looked around the empty cavern again, thinking that maybe someone had arrived and you just couldn’t see, “…Did you get the date right?”
Tim looked at you unamused, and crossed his arms, “Yeah I got the date right, Y/n,”
“Well did you actually send the calendar invite to anyone? You may have forgot,”
“Yes, I actually sent the calendar invite. Almost everyone RSVP’d. Which is a pretty great turnout considering half of them were dead for a bit there,”
“…I’m sorry, what?”
THUD THUD THUD, you heard the dull sound of metal being punched repeatedly.
Tim quickly made his way to the culprit, hitting a big button that removed a whole wall of steel, revealing his annoyed friends.
“Tim! You locked the hatch, man, we’ve been out here for half an hour,” a guy you immediately recognized as Superboy complained loudly.
“We’ve only been out here for five minutes,” a blonde woman in a tone that was simultaneously correcting him and apologizing to Tim.
“We thought maybe you had some kind of surprise planned but you know neither Conner nor Bart have any kind of patience,” said another blonde woman, dressed in striking red.
There was a third blonde standing near the other two with the Wonder ‘W’ on her chest, obviously Wonder Girl. As if you didn’t already feel insecure about meeting Tim’s friends, there just had to be a trio of smoking hot blonde women who look like they would step on you and you’d thank them… Should you dye your hair blonde? Will that make you look like them? Intimidate people like them? Well, people can’t see your hair under your mask so it’s probably a moot point. But maybe that could help you up your game at galas—
A blur of red energy you knew was Bart hummed around you. Still scared the dickens out of you though.
“ISTHISSPIDER-(MAN/WOMAN)?” he invaded your personal space and would’ve accidentally been kissing you if you didn’t flinch away from him as he stuck his face in yours to get a better look.
“YOULOOKVERYCOOL,” He practically just materialized behind you, pulling on your arms.
He accidentally shoved you as he broke away to zoom circles around you so fast it made you dizzy trying to even catch a glimpse of him, “NICECOSTUME,” he pat your shoulder in congratulation, and you involuntarily flinched again.
“Yes, Bart that is my lovely partner, please stop touching them,”
“SORRY,” he stopped for such a brief second before seeing the food on the table, “Sweet, breakfast!”
“UH IT WAS NICE TO MEET YOU!” you called after him as he dashed to the food setup.
And then your fight or flight response choose that third option, freeze, as you felt two hands grip you from behind and suddenly lift you high into the air. Damn, you really wished spidey sense worked on things that weren’t overtly trying to harm you.
“Real lightweight too… Cassie, CATCH!” he mimed like he was about to throw you.
“CONNER KENT,”
“Geez, I was joking,” Superboy laughed, lowering you from over his head but still holding you like a sandwich, “Don’t get your panties in a twist Tim,”
“Put them down. NOW.”
He unceremoniously put you back onto your feet. You took a generous step away from Kon as he and Tim started bickering, but bumped right into someone else. Thankfully, the woman you ran into didn’t seem that bothered. In fact, she seemed quite delighted.
She put a hand to her chest, “I Need A Fight,”
“Oh, uh,” you nervously squared up, “Usually when I fight people upon first sight it’s because they’re like, a giant lizard throwing chunks of concrete at me, but I guess if this is how you want to test me, I’m game,”
“No,” she laughed a big-bellied laugh, which was so infectious it kept you from being too embarrassed when she clarified, “Anita, my name is Anita,”
“Ah, and the last name’s Fight?”
“Fite,”
“That’s what I said,”
“No, you were spelling it F I G H T, I can tell. It’s spelled F I T E,”
“Oh,” you shook her hand cordially, “Nice to meet you miss Fite,”
“Thank you for spelling it correctly,” She smiled.
“And uh, I’m Y/n L/n, or Spider-(man/woman), with a hyphen,”
“With a hyphen. Got it,” Anita winked at you before heading over to the food display herself.
Now thoroughly weary of being knocked around, you took a seat at the table. You know the seat Tim covered the Batman logo with the Robin logo on a sticky note? Yeah, you’re stealing it today. If he wants it back, he can come sit in your lap. Across from you, Wonder Girl was doing just that, sitting in the lap of the blonde chick in red who stole her seat.
“So uh,” you awkwardly held out your hand, as if to shake either of their hands despite them being across the table, “I’m Y/n,”
“Cissie,” said one.
“Cassie,” said the other.
“Oh uh,” you awkwardly waved, “Doesn’t that get confusing?”
“Not really,” they both said.
You nodded, smiling politely. You do not remember which one said she was Cissie and which one said she was Cassie at all.
You are going to have to fight for your life getting clues from other people talking to them until you know for sure. Good thing is they seem to be next to each other a lot, so it may be easier to fudge the names. Or maybe that’s a bad thing because, like for example, earlier Kon called one of them Cassie, but they were close enough together that he could have been talking to either of them and you wouldn’t be able to tell, and thus it might make learning their names harder.
But that’s a problem for another time. The other blonde just sat down at the table as you were talking to CissieCassie.
You turned to her, “And you are?”
“Secret,” she giggled.
“Oh. That’s okay,” you apologized, running a nervous hand through your hair, “I know how important keeping your alter-ego hidden can be,”
“No,” she continued to giggle, “My superhero name was Secret,”
“OH,” the hamster in your brain started running on its wheel again, “Oh, okay. I get it,” you smiled.
Tim placed a plate with a waffle with all the toppings you like on the table in front of you.
“Are you just going to make fun of my friends names this whole time?” he teased.
You exaggeratedly whined, “I’m trying my best out here, Timmy,”
“Try harder. Cassie, you like (insert favorite band), right?”
“Yeah, I do. You like (band) too, Y/n?”
WONDER GIRL THE ONE NAMED CASSIE IS WONDERGIRL.
You’ll remember that by… by… uh.. WondA Girl. Yeah. That works.
You smiled way too enthusiastically, just excited that you got the name sorted out, “Yeah, uh, what’s your favorite album?”
Feeling accomplished in his hosting, Tim kissed your forehead before heading back to go make his own plate. Cassie began to gush about her favorite, which also happened to be your favorite, so jackpot, you’re gonna have an easy talking to her now.
“Oh, that’s my favorite too, that’s definitely on my top ten albums to take with me on a desert islan—Can I help you?” you asked as you turned your attention away from the conversation with Cassie to the kryptonian currently standing beside you like he was a toddler waiting to tell you he frew up.
“You have like, really sticky spiderwebs right?” Kon jumped right into his interrogation, “And they’re elastic, too, kinda like the real thing?”
“Yeahhhh?” you raised a brow, unsure as to where he was going with this.
“COOL,” Bart shouted as he came running over, “We want to make a waffle tower! I think if we use your spiderweb stuff then we can make it really structurally sound! Maybe even enough that we can make it go all the way to the ceiling!”
“I’ll use my Tactile Telekinesis to hold the waffles together while you secure them with the sticky stuff!"
“Okay,” you said through a mouthful of waffle, “that does sound cool, but—”
“Butttt??”
“Butttt, you’re going to eat it right?”
“Obviously,” Bart answered.
“We don’t waste food here, it all goes to the Bart,” Kon added.
“Well, I don’t really trust him, or you for that matter,” you gestured to Kon, “to take off all of the web fluid before you guys chow down. It will poison y’all good,”
“Poison schmoisonnn. Tim’ll say it’s fine, right Tim?” Bart called to Tim as he approached.
Said vigilante sat down in the chair next to you, “Oh no, I also don’t trust you two around the web fluid. You guys will claim it’s ‘chewy like taffy’ and ‘tastes like sour candy’ and start eating it on purpose.
“C’mon, pleaseeee?”
“We Super Pinky Promise we won’t eat any of it, scout’s honor!”
Tim looked back at you, not expecting your shy smile. Great. You were going along with this weren’t you?
“Well, it would be pretty cool, Tim…”
He took a deep sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Alright. Fine. You guys can build a waffle tower,”
You joined in with Kon and Bart as they cheered triumphantly.
You did manage to get it to go all the way to the ceiling. It was a pretty impressive tower but like, why did Tim bring enough waffles to feed an army? Or in this case, build an entire house-of-cards style tower out of them?? You know he likes to be prepared for anything, so he usually brings extras to stuff like this, but isn’t this a bit excessive???
And then you watched Superboy and Impulse absolutely demolish that tower in fifteen minutes flat.
You’re not even sure Bart was even chewing the food, it looked like he was just inhaling it like a vacuum. But thankfully, it looks like neither of them ate the ‘forbidden taffy’ as they were calling it.
They pressed it all into a neat little ball, which was kind of weird. You’ve never thought to do things like that with your webs, but they broadened your mental skillset and made the World’s Stickiest Volleyball. That they then immediately got stuck in Bart’s hair and you had to spend the rest of brunch making a solution to dissolve it and pulling the strands of his auburn hair out chunk by chunk. But hey, you think you’ve at least made one solid friend out of the situation, as Bart swore he would be eternally grateful to you.
that latest thing you put out with dick was SPECTACULAR
my heart physically hurt with his...
if you ever made a part 2 best believe i'll be your biggest supporter :)))))))))))
grazie ☺️ 💕
okay so i got two tim fics half-finished so i gotta do that first, but looking at the comments, the overwhelming opinion on whether i should write part two is definitely YES. so i’m on it 👍
although, the part two would be a regular fic and not texts ofc, just forewarning. kinda hard to have emotionally charged moments over text if you’re in the same room lol
but yeah no god i can’t wait to write that. dick on his knees, sobbing as he clings to your legs… face pressed into your thighs… your hands in his hair… let’s just think about it ☺️
on my period and i just need jason todd to cuddle me
A/n: OMG me too! (said as if I received this recently and didn’t decide to write it now specifically bc i’m suffering The Curse lmao)
No Overnight Visitors
Tags: fluff, period mentions (ofc), food, a bit about having forced him to watch legally blonde a bunch of times
No matter what Jason says, the corner store was literally only a block away and not that dangerous of a walk at all. Yeah, this is Crime Alley, but we’re not gonna fucking pretend like your probability of being shanked, shot, or fear gassed goes down in the slightest during the daylight hours versus at night. If Gotham thinks it’s your time, then it’s your time. Doesn’t matter when or where. You just have to accept that.
None of those excuses are going to work when your boyfriend catches you coming home at 2am.
You thought he would be out all night and completely unaware of your little escapade, but unfortunately while waiting in the checkout line, you got a text:
Jasey <3: Cutting tonight short. Be home in 5.
Shit.
There was no way you’re going to beat him. Hell, you probably won’t even get out of this line in those five minutes. The cougar at the front is too busy drunkenly flirting with the poor cashier to fish the right coins out of her wallet.
By the time you made it out of there, your phone was already ringing in your pocket.
“Where are you?” Jason demanded the moment you answered the call.
“Oh my god, Jay, chillll,” you scanned your surroundings for any trouble before starting your walk back, “I’m just down the street, I’m walking home right now,”
You could hear the shuffling of him re-locking the door, “I’ll meet you. Listen to me, do not stop for anything,”
“I know Jason,” you rolled your eyes. It’s like he thinks you moved here yesterday.
You heard him very loudly stomp down the stairs of your building, probably waking up all the neighbors. Great, like they need another reason to hate him.
It’s no secret, your neighbors don’t like your big scary boyfriend. Many times now you’ve had old ladies come up to you in the mailroom to personally complain about how loud his motorcycle was and how ‘rude’ he was to them.
One time the guy across the hall even told you, “you know, I could treat you so much better than Mr. Gruff and Grizzly,” as he helped you with your groceries. Which was very far from being true, of course, so you just laughed and thanked him for helping you. But now that guy won’t even make eye contact with you, let alone has he ever talked to you again, so something tells you Mr. Gruff and Grizzly also had something to say about that.
So really? You’re 99% sure the ‘just a reminder that this building has a No Overnight Visitors Policy’ text your landlord sent out earlier this week had been targeted at you specifically.
Well, Jason has definitely moved in at this point, so your landlord and nosy neighbors can go suck a dick.
“Okay, I think I see you, white tee shirt?”
“Yeah,” you couldn’t see him but waved in the general direction.
“Please don’t wear white outside at night ever again,”
“C’mon, it’s not even Labor Day yet,” you weren’t gonna lie, him talking to you while you walked and knowing that he was nearby did make you feel infinitely safer than you normally felt. But you’re never gonna admit that when he gets mad later.
“Ha. Ha. No, Angel, I’m talking about how it makes you look like a glowing beacon,”
You think you can see him now, or at least, you hope that hulking figure practically running towards you is Jason, “Like an angel,” you tease.
He huffed in amusement, “yeah, like an angel, Angel,”
When he caught up to you, he didn’t hug you or kiss you like your hollywood rom-com fantasies would’ve liked, even if he did chase you down like one. But he did drape his jacket over you, engulfing you in a piece of him. Probably to cover the white shirt, but still possessive and sweet. And he took the grocery bag from you, even though it wasn’t heavy at all, his free hand holding yours.
"Seriously Jay," you bitched as you unlocked the front door, "you don't always have to escort me around like I'm royalty,"
As usual, he ignored your complaints about ‘princess treatment’. He was going to treat you exactly how you should be treated, whether you appreciated it or not.
But right now, Jason was getting distracted by the contents of the grocery bag in their obscured milky sheen in the flickering fluorescent lighting of the hallway.
“That box is pink.” he said strangely, in that same voice he uses when he’s investigating something.
“Yeah?”
“Pregnancy tests?”
“Tampons.” you motioned for him to get inside the now-open door, “Can we not talk about it in the hallway?”
Jason shuffled through the door, “Oh,”
“What, realize you aren’t getting any tonight?” you scoffed.
“More relieved that the six digit figure I need for a baby doesn’t need to be secured yet,”
“Aren’t you one of the richest people in Gotham?”
“Technically,”
“Jason your helmet costs more than this entire complex,”
“We PMSing now?”
You rolled your eyes, leaving him in the livingroom to go stach your items, “Just you I think,”
By the time you got yourself all taken care of and ventured back into the living room, you were greeted by a lovely smell and the comical sight of a 6’ 4” man crouching to look through the oven door. It was always funny watching Jason scrunch his whole body up trying to see through the glass.
“Whatcha making?”
He turned to you, placing his hands on your hips absentmindedly, “Chocolate chip cookies,”
“Special, for me?”
“For you. Fully homemade, with love, of course,”
“Of course,” you agreed, knowing full well he used cookie dough you kept stocked in the fridge.
“Only the best for my angel,” Jason kissed the top of your head, “Now go pick a movie while we wait for these to come out of the oven,”
“Hmm,” you grumbled as you flipped through the streaming service, “What am I in the mood for tonight, Jay?”
“No horror movies, you’ll just fall asleep during the first half and then get mad when the screaming wakes you up,”
“But I’m on my period, what if I crave violence? And blood, blood, gallons of the stuff?”
“Don’t pick a chick-flick either, you’ll start crying, Violence Craver,”
“Sorry I’m in touch with my emotions…” you scoffed, continuing your search while he pulled the cookies out of the oven, “Wait, does Legally Blonde count?”
“You are not making me watch Legally Blonde again,”
“Can I have a cookie now?”
“They have to cool,”
“Dammit,”
Jason came up beside you, looking at the vast library available to you that still had you stumped on what to watch.
“Uh, how about. (Favorite movie?)”
“I’ve made you watch that one more than Legally Blonde,”
“I know. I don’t mind,”
“You don’t?”
“It’s a good movie. And you like it…” he pat the cushion of the couch, “come get settled, I’ll go get the food,”
You moved to the seats and grabbed the blanket, trying to get comfortable.
“I think you forgot a crucial part of getting settled,”
Jason walked in with the cookie plate, “and that is?”
“You’re over there, instead of with me. How am I supposed to be comfy when my favorite pillow hasn’t even sat down yet,”
“I’ll be there in a second,” he placed the plate on the coffee table, “do you want me to go get the heating pad real quick?”
“Mmmhmm,” you mumbled with your mouth full of cookie.
Once he finally returned to your side, turned on the heating pad and buried the both of you in blankets, everything was suddenly better. Jason kept you in his lap, kneading the flesh by your hip absentmindedly. You don’t think he really paid the movie any mind, with the amount of time he spent with his face buried in your shoulder, pressing kisses there but not really trying to start anything.
This was always your favorite place to be, letting him try to pull you impossibly closer into his embrace, using his chest as a pillow. It didn’t matter that just an hour ago you had accidentally bled through your pants, the surprise early period making you have to risk the Gotham nightlife. It didn’t matter that the cramps were so bad you popped every pill you could without poisoning yourself and it still felt like someone was carving your flesh from the inside. Jason was home now, and he was holding you, and he was loving you.
Leaning back, he pulled you on top of him, giving him the ability to stretch his legs out on the couch. You didn’t mind, your exhausted brain much preferred being horizontal. And we’ll say it again, there’s no better pillow than a jacked boyfriend’s pecs.
The world moved slowly when you were wrapped up in Jason’s strong arms. Like everything was covered in honey, so very sweet and thick. Speaking of sweet and thick, he may have been right about you falling asleep in the first half. You didn’t think you would, too crampy and bloated and achey to sleep, but once you got some warm cookies in you and a warm boyfriend to snuggle into, it was suddenly so easy.
When your eyes opened again, you found yourself floating. Or, you realized as you woke up, being bridal carried to bed. Jason laid you down gently like you were his prized possession and tucked the covers around you before sitting on his side of the bed, beginning to shuck his clothes off.
“Wait,”
“Wait?” he asked, not knowing he had woken you up.
“You gotta go home now,” you sleepily drawled.
His voice was once again smooth as honey as he said, “I am home, baby,”
You giggled, “Yeah…”
“Glad that’s settled,” Jason remarked as he turned off the lamp, trying his best to sound nonchalant. Because even though he moved in weeks ago, if he stops for even a second to think about what that means for him and your relationship, he freezes up.
“I just mean, well, look at this,” you grabbed your phone, blearily scrolling to find the message to show him.
“Hmm,” his voice dripped sarcasm as he read your screen, “‘No overnight visitors’, wonder who that’s for,”
You yawned, “It’s just kind of mean, you know? You’re not a visitor…”
“Want me to have a talk with Mr. Landlord tomorrow?”
“Mmm. Talk? Or threaten?”
“Well, that depends. I can tell him to fuck off, I’m not going anywhere, or, I can tell him to fuck off, we’re leaving.”
You nuzzled into his bicep, trying and failing to weigh the options. Really, he’s the one who should be deciding things like that, given his ‘line of work’. Theres many factors for him that you can’t even begin to think of, you’re sure. So you don’t.
“I don’t care, as long as you get to stay with me,” you pressed a sleepy kiss to his skin.
He went quiet for long enough that you thought he somehow fell asleep faster than you. But then, you heard him murmur, more to himself than you, “We should stay here until we outgrow it,”
“Mmm,” you agreed, too far gone into dreamland to give much thought to outgrowing anything. You were curled up with your boyfriend, cozy, no cramps, not even worried about potential blood leaks, and very very sleepy.
