Batboys with a reader that bites them :3c for fun and out of affection!!! Love your writing 🩷
THE BITER?!?!?!
A/n: sorry this took so long anon!! But here you go.
Warnings: none
Contains: Richard G, Jason T, Tim D, Duke T, Damian W, Bruce W, Extras (Wally W, Roy H)
Dick G.:
Unfazed king genuinely
Dick works with a bunch of weird kids that have issues.
If you think he hasnt been bitten by one of them at least once youre wrong. (Garfield has definitely just bit him sometimes, little creature he is)
(Was also a biter as a kid this is personal hc)
Probably doesnt even notice when you do unless you actually drawn blood or take a chunk of him with your bite.
It was a Sunday , one of those golden, slow Sundays where the light comes through the apartment windows at that particular perfect angle that makes everything look warmer than it is. Dick was sprawled on the couch with his feet hanging off the armrest, scrolling through the absolutely catastrophic backlog of TikToks Wally had sent him over the last 48 hours. Wally's sendrate during his days off was genuinely a public health concern.
He was wearing that shirt. The black one from the Titans Christmas party , best dick in town (my name is dick) printed across the chest in letters that had faded and chipped from washing but that Dick would apparently die before throwing away. It was too small for him now, had been for a couple of years, stretched across his shoulders and biceps in a way that was frankly distracting. Last time Donna had visited she'd plucked at the hem with two fingers and given him a look and he had clutched it to his chest with both arms like a man shielding an orphan from the rain.
"It's from the team," he'd said, voice going just slightly snotty. "Wally picked it out."
Donna had looked at you over his shoulder. You had shrugged. It was staying forever. You had both accepted this.
Right now though, honestly? The too-small shirt was doing you favors. The sunlight was catching the side of his face and doing something unfair to his cheekbones, the slope of his nose, the little scatter of beauty marks across it you loved to trace with your thumb. His lashes were fanning against his cheek every time he blinked and his bicep looked absolutely-
You didn't make a conscious decision. Your brain simply sent a signal and your body followed it. You leaned over and bit down on his arm, teeth sinking into the muscle of his bicep through the thin fabric.
Dick paused mid-scroll.
He glanced sideways at you, not moving his arm, not moving the phone. You looked back at him with your teeth still planted in him, blinking serenely.
His free hand came up and ruffled your hair with the same energy a man uses to pat a cat that has just knocked something off a shelf. Fond. Completely unsurprised.
"Love you too, babes," he hummed, already looking back at his phone.
You hummed back around his arm.
He sent Wally a voice memo about the TikTok he was watching. You heard Wally's distant screeching response through the speaker. Dick snorted. The Sunday continued.
Neither of you mentioned it. There was nothing to mention.
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Jason T.:
Baffled.
Dont get me wrong jason has been around people with violent love languages but that usually means getting a punch to the shoulder or a slap on the back. I mean biz put him through a wall once cause he loved jason too much.
Biting though?
What are you? An untrained puppy?
The incident happened on a Wednesday evening when Roy had gone home to Arsenal's place and Jason was still on it. Roy had said something , something dumb and probably half joking and long since forgotten by the man himself , and Jason was still rotating it in his head three hours later, hands moving as he paced and ranted, voice escalating with every lap of the living room.
You were on the couch watching him pace with your chin in your hand. You had tried to redirect him twice. You had offered food. You had offered to call Roy and yell at him yourself. Jason had declined all of it in favor of continuing to prosecute the case against Roy Harper in the court of your living room.
He didn't think about it when you grabbed his hand mid-pace, pulling him toward you. He was still talking. He was mid-point.
He thought about it when you bit him. Flat teeth pressing into the meat of his palm, not hard, not breaking skin, just , present. There.
Jason stopped talking.
He looked at his hand. He looked at you.
"Did- did you just fucking bite me?"
"Yes," you said pleasantly, and did it again.
"Don't , stop , what-" He pulled his hand back holding it to his chest and staring at you like you'd just grown a second head. "Don't do it again, you beast."
"Come sit down," you said.
"You bit me."
"Come sit down," you repeated, patting the cushion next to you.
Jason stood there for another three seconds , visibly wrestling between continuing to be offended and the fact that you had, actually, successfully interrupted the Roy rant. He dropped onto the couch next to you with a heavy exhale and the defeated energy of a man who knows he's been outmaneuvered and can't figure out how.
"Roy still said something dumb," he muttered.
"I know."
"I'm not letting this go."
"I know that too." You leaned your head against his shoulder. He grumbled. After about thirty seconds his arm came up around you.
He texted Roy at midnight. you said something dumb and my partner bit me because of it. you owe me.
Roy sent back a thumbs up emoji.
Jason threw his phone onto the bed.
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Tim D.:
You dont do it often to tim because the man bruises way too easily (personal hc that tim has an iron deficiency due to constant blood loss during fights and poor diet)
Hes always startled when you do it
But similarly to dick rather unbothered about it
He is friends with probably one of the most impulsive people to live (bart, bart definitely does love bites)
Hes less likely to just ignore it though and way more likely to whine about it.
This particular incident was a Tuesday night, 11pm, and Tim had been at his computer for six hours. You had tried every card in the book. Food: ignored. Threatening to call Dick: he called your bluff, correctly identifying that Dick would take his side about finishing the case. Cassie was off-world with Conner and Bart, which meant your most reliable Tim-whisperers were unavailable. Bernard had his own gallery event. You were out of options.
You approached quietly. His eyes were fixed on three separate screens, fingers moving over the keyboard, coffee going cold at his elbow for the third time tonight. He didn't look up. He didn't register you at all.
You leaned down and bit his forearm.
Tim screamed.
Not , not a scream born of pain, exactly, more the scream of every neuron in his body firing simultaneously in complete system shock. He jerked back from the desk, knocking the cold coffee, clutching his arm to his chest and staring at you with an expression that suggested you had briefly and completely overwritten his entire operating system.
"Seriously, what is wrong with you?" He looked down at his arm. Back at you. "What is , why would you-"
"Come eat dinner," you said.
"You're insane."
"Dinner's getting cold."
"You bit me!" He held up his arm as evidence.
"It wasn't even hard."
"That's not , that's not the point, the point is-"
"Tim." You looked at him. "When did you last eat."
A pause.
"...Lunch," he said, in a much smaller voice.
"What did you have for lunch."
An even longer pause.
"...Half a granola bar," he admitted.
You looked at him.
He got up from the chair.
Later, halfway through dinner, he looked up at you with the expression of a man piecing together a sequence of events. "You could have just asked."
"I did," you said. "Twice."
He had no response to that. He ate the rest of his dinner. At some point under the table his knee pressed against yours and stayed there.
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Damian Al Ghul W.:
Baffled.
Bewildered.
Offended.
Annoyed.
(He definitely liked it a little bit)
You had been trying to get proper cuddle time for a solid week. Damian's schedule had been chaotic, patrol had run long twice, and the one night you'd managed to pin him down he'd fallen asleep within ten minutes sitting upright against the headboard. (You'd taken a picture. He'd confiscated your phone for three hours when he found out. You had a backup copy on cloud storage he didn't know the password to.)
Tonight he had , grudgingly, magnanimously, in a way that suggested he was doing you a great favor , agreed to actual cuddling. He was lying with you, one arm behind your head, your face tucked close to his neck, and it was almost perfect except for the fact that his other hand was holding his phone above both your heads.
He was texting Jon. You could tell by the way he was typing , faster, slightly less formal, the occasional pause where you could practically hear him trying to figure out how to be casual about something. Damian communicating with Jon was like watching someone try to speak a second language they were determined to learn through sheer force of will.
You watched the ceiling for about ninety seconds.
Then you bit him. Right at the junction of his neck and shoulder, through the collar of his shirt, just enough that he could feel it.
Damian dropped his phone directly onto his own face.
He grabbed it, sat up slightly, and looked down at you with an expression of pure architectural offense. You looked back at him with great innocence.
He flicked you on the nose. Not hard , it barely stung , but with the precise energy of a man correcting a dog who has bitten the furniture.
"Stop that," he said.
"You were on your phone," you said.
"I was responding to Jon-"
"You said you'd cuddle."
"I am cuddling-"
"Damian."
He looked at you. His jaw was doing the thing where it went slightly tight because he was trying to be annoyed and it wasn't fully working. "He was asking if we were free tonight. I was telling him no."
Something in your chest went a little soft. "Oh."
"Yes. Oh." He looked deeply smug about this in a way that only Damian could pull off while lying down. "So if you feel so strongly about it, I could always tell him i am in fact free this-"
"Don't you dare," you said, grabbing his phone.
"Then don't bite me," he said.
A pause. He looked at the ceiling. You looked at the ceiling.
"...I didn't say I minded," he said, very quietly, to no one in particular.
You smiled into his shoulder and said nothing.
He did not pick his phone back up.
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Duke T:
Thinks he did something wrong
Big puppy dog eyes.
Absolute menace when he realizes you did it out of love
He'd been down in the cave doing a workout , one of those long, focused ones he does when patrol has been slow and he needs somewhere to put the energy. He came up still warm from it, still in the obnoxious highlighter-yellow compression shirt that you had opinions about but that he wore with complete confidence because Duke Thomas does not have a self-conscious bone in his body.
You were horizontal across the couch in the way of someone who had been there a while and intended to stay. You watched him walk past and something about the way he moved , the post-workout easy looseness of it, the way his shoulders were set , looped some wire in your brain and before you'd made any real decision you'd caught a finger in the waistband of his sweats and pulled.
He came to you willingly, laughing a little, turning to face you as you pressed your face against his side.
"Miss me or-"
You bit the strip of skin at his hip that was peeking out under the hem of the shirt.
"YEOUCH-" Duke jumped, looked down at you, and his face immediately did the thing. The soft brow-furrowing. The lip-dropping. The large sad eyes of a man quietly taking inventory of what he might have done wrong. "Did I work out too long?"
"What? No," you said.
"Was it the shirt-"
"Duke."
"Because I know you have thoughts about the shirt-"
"I bit you because you looked good," you said. "That's it. That's the whole reason."
He blinked at you. Looked down at his hip. Back at you. Slowly, the worry unwound from his face and was replaced by something much more delighted.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"So you're saying the shirt works."
"I didn't say that."
"You implied it."
"I implied no such thing, please remove the shirt from this conversation-"
He was already grinning. He dropped onto the couch next to you, pulling you sideways into him. "The shirt stays," he said happily.
You buried your face in it in defeat.
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Bruce W.:
Another unbothered king.
Have you met his kids?
Also was a biter when he was a kid so.
He had come back from patrol with a pulled muscle in his leg , jumped a rooftop gap about two feet wider than he'd gauged and landed wrong , and was currently in the manor sitting room letting you work through the tension in his calf with the focused efficiency of someone who has done this before. His head was tipped back against the armrest, jaw loose, eyes closed, letting out those low involuntary exhales of someone feeling genuine physical relief.
Eventually the muscle released. You stayed where you were with his calf in your hands, the solid warm weight of him, and the thought arrived in your head fully formed and unhesitating.
You bit him. Gently. Right into the muscle.
Bruce's eyes opened. He looked down at you with no particular expression. The same way he might look at Alfred appearing in the doorway to tell him something mildly administrative.
"I love you too," he said.
You grinned against his leg.
From the doorway, Dick's voice: "Are you guys-"
"Don't," Bruce said, not looking up.
"I was just going to say-"
"Richard."
"Cool. Great. I'm leaving. This is normal. Everyone's normal here." The sound of retreating footsteps. Then, quieter, muttered to himself down the hall: "I literally do that and he looks at me like I'm feral but when—"
Bruce reached down and ran his thumb across your knuckles. You bit him again, lighter this time.
"He's going to talk about this for weeks," Bruce said.
"Probably," you agreed.
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Extras!!
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Wally W.:
WHINER
He likes it dont get him wrong
But you would think you fatally wounded this guy.
Will cry and pout and then pout more when you dont do it again.
He had been on the phone with Donna for , you'd lost count , at least forty minutes, pacing in the way he does when he's on a long call, covering the length of the apartment in a kind of endless loop. You'd been watching him from the couch. He'd passed you four times.
On the fifth pass you moved.
You launched from the couch. Arms around his neck, legs locking over his hips, chest flat against his back, and you sank your teeth into the spot where his shoulder met his neck before he'd fully registered you were airborne.
Wally let out a sound that genuinely startled the pigeons outside.
"AHHHH , VAMPIRE ," He dropped his phone. You dropped off him. He spun around, one hand clamped to his neck, face a mask of theatrical agony. "Baby. Baby-you- that hurt-I'm dying, I think I'm dying-"
"You're not dying," you said.
"I can feel my heartbeat in my shoulder-"
"Wally-"
"Donna," he called mournfully toward the dropped phone, "she attacked me. You're a witness."
Donna's voice floated up from the floor: "Is this the biting thing again?"
Wally pointed at you. "She's dangerous, is what she is."
"Okay I won't do it again," you said.
The theatrical suffering stopped. Immediately. Wally's hand dropped from his neck. His expression shifted to something approximately panicked.
"Wait-"
"You said I shouldn't-"
"I didn't say , I said it hurt, I didn't say stop-"
"Those are contradictory-"
"Baby, please, I'm asking very nicely-"
Donna could be heard laughing in the background. Wally shot the phone an aggrieved look.
"This is very funny to you," he called down to her.
"Incredibly," she confirmed.
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Roy H.:
Bites you back?
Think of two dogs biting eachothers tails. Thats what happens to the two of you.
Lian also has developed the habit.
The current incident was a Saturday afternoon. Lian was on the living room floor surrounded by approximately one thousand pieces of a toy set, deeply focused on whatever world she was building. The cartoon she watched religiously was on. You and Roy were on the couch behind her, which meant you were both also watching the cartoon because turning it off was not an option anyone wanted to explore.
Twenty minutes in, you could feel Roy's brain slowly turning to static beside you. You looked at him. His face had the expression of a man staring into a void.
You bit his thumb.
He looked at you. Two seconds. He bit your shoulder.
You didn't let go.
He didn't let go.
Lian looked up from her toys. "Daddy, can we watch something else?"
Roy released immediately, reaching for the remote with the energy of a man pardoned. "Thank god."
You released. He changed the channel. He scrolled past something and Lian pointed. "That one."
Roy looked at the screen. Looked at you. His expression suggested the cartoon had simply been replaced with a different equally mind-numbing cartoon.
batboy headcannons for when they manhandle you?? pretty please and thank you!
Whoo boy here we go :)
18+ MDNI
Contains: dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake, and bruce wayne
D. Grayson
Dick is definitely a switch i wanna start that out by saying this
But in terms of man handling you its less of like an anger thing and more of pushing you to your limits
Dick is a tease, hes the type to put his hands a bit too low on your hips and walk away once his fingers dip below your waistband, hes the type to rest his hand on your thigh thumb creeping up until he pulls away, you get the picture.
You gotta remember dick is an asshole. Don't get me wrong, hes a really nice guy usually but he thrives in a slightly competitive relationship
So dick man handling you in the bedroom is less him pushing you around and more so him putting you in these insane positions and mocking you when you whine about it
The air was thick, your legs were aching as dick tossed you into another position. One of your legs up over his shoulder while the other curled around his hip. His palm slid down your calf and over your ankle before his thumb pressed into the sole of your foot and he tsked.
“Straighten it out more,” he hummed lazily snapping his hips into you with a forced that pushed the air out of your lungs.
You whined and babbled a bit “is too much- hurts cant take it-” you let out the high pitched whiney tone while dick rolled his eyes and his smirk broadened
“Aw poor baby. You cant take it? It hurts? I think you can and youre just being a little quiter,” he pouted down at you, “you know how to tap out baby. You wanna tap out?”
You shook your head drool dripping down your lips a bit, “nuh- uh”
His grin grew wicked, “theres my girl.” He hummed proudly before pressing his thumb hard into your ankle, “now straighten it out.”
J. Todd
Jason is very different from his brothers in my opinion.
In my own personal opinion as someone who has really loved jason todd for a very long time I think hes a switch leaning sub
NOW HOLD ON BEFORE YOU GET YOUR PITCHFORKS LET ME EXPLAIN
Jason can be the Dom in the bedroom and typically in the start of a relationship he absolutely is, there is no question to it. He wont sub.
But as he works on himself and you break through some of the nastier parts of him jason eases up.
(Jason also canonically has a thing for more dominate presenting women (artemis, huntress, ect))
Jason is inherently a guy who really really struggles with finding love and care especially from those he needed it most (his father, his bio mother, even bruce)
Thus when jason finally feels comfortable enough with you and you are both on the same page hes able to find comfort and love in you and trust you to be able to take care of him
Which is all this guy really wants.
In terms of manhandling for the same reason as he is a sub in my mind I dont think he would do it often
Sure he would try if you asked for it
But I dont think its something he is inherently into himself
For jason that kind of intimacy is deep and this soul connecting thing. Its the closest he can get to your soul y'know
And if he was to even accidentally hurt you he would spiral
Now you may throw your tomatoes at me :(
Jason's hands gripped your hips forcing you to go a bit harder. His head was tipped back eyes screwed shut and his cheeks a pretty pink.
“Thats it-thats it,” he whined, finger tips digging into your hips. When your hips slowed he let out a pathetic groan before his hands dug into your skin, fingernails leaving little indents, as he slammed you down again. “No- no dont get to stop now- fuck- fuckin love you- god youre so good- bet I can go a lil deeper yeah? Yeah-”
T. Drake
Now tim on the other hand
Bro has some real anger issues that no one ever talks about
Tim is barely hanging on a thread on a good day
Hes been through some shit and is consistently dogged on
He is the type to just push you over a counter, or even rough you up a bit (with consent of course)
He studies you of course before he feels like he can
Finds out your limits, tests the waters, always pulls back once hes gathered enough data
You also gotta remember this guy has game. Hes been around the block in the dating and situationship games.
For him its a release. He has all this build up, dealing with family stuff, dealing with YJ stuff, dealing with villains, dealing with being a ceo, honestly this guy goes through the ringer on a daily basis
So he gets to have this time with you when he can release all that frustration in a way thats pleasurable for both of you? Yeah his box is checked.
You barely had time to realize tim was home before he had gotten you into this position. Face pressed into the pillows as his fingers dug into your scalp sending pleasure filled pain shooting down your back. His other hand kept your hips yanked up as his hips slapped into yours bruisingly hard. You were whining into the pillows and he yanked on your hair. Not to pull you up but to shut you up.
“Shut up.” He grit out between groans, “fuckin today sucked- had to listen to whining all day. You can take it. You always take it. Now shut up and let me handle it.”
B. Wayne
Bruce in my book is kind of similar to jason
Hes not a sub though
Its more so he has this very deep worry of accidentally hurting someone he loves
But then again he has actively hit all of his children (minus cass) in moments of frustration
I think for him man handling you would be a once in a life time thing and it is rough
Like im talking cant walk the next day without support rough
Of course he checks in with you the whole time and makes sure you're okay but think of it this way
Youre not fucking bruce but rather fucking batman.
He was quiet. One hand wrapped around your throat as the other was pressed into your lower stomach. His eyes burning into you as you writhed under him making making sounds. He occasionally made a grunt or a half groan. No words though. It was like he hadnt taken off the cowl. Like you were staring justice in the face and it was also rearranging your guts at the same time. He had a bad day, he didnt get into the details with you. He might talk to you about it later. But right now he was focused on demolishing you piece by piece and rebuilding you back up by the time he was done.
guess whose back? Sorry for the extended hiatus y'all. Literally so much has happened. Got two new cats, moved houses, terrible terrible writers block and burn out, and a whole lot of family drama.
HOWEVER!
I will be finishing off the requests i got for smaus (they may look different i plan on switching the app i use to make them) as well as there is a jason todd x reader ten chapter fluff fic that will probably be dropping sometime soon so keep an eye out for that (it will drop on ao3 but ill post the link here, this is mostly to avoid burn out) as well as I plan on perhaps doing some more in detail smaus not just text smaus. For the time being unfortunately I dont plan on returning to my longer fics until I can find proper motivation, I really overworked myself on those and it became more of a chore rather than a fun thing I was doing for myself. Thats all for now!
Hello mother (or father or parent idk lmao) I request some food preferably some angst about the batboys cus maybe one of reader’s friends say something that makes them feel insecure but they don’t say anything cus the batboys go through so much that they don’t want to bother them and u can pick the ending cus my mind is blank (sorry if it’s a long requested)
-😽
What is it with you guys and pain huh?? Lolololol dont fret child you shall have your angst feast! (Also im on android so I cant see that second emoji so im just gonna put you dont as 😽anon unless you want another emoji)
