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{@/thecutestgrotto and @/cursed-carmine for dividers}
"Please, Miss Ophelia.. The doctors said twice a day."
Ophelia had never felt pain like this in her life, as privileged as it sounded, and was.
Her entire body ached, even breathing meant her muscles contracted so painfully, she'd rather resign to death. Though she had not impacted against the floor of the library when the chair fell, that did not meant she hadn't been scraped and cut and bruised when she was saved from her death, skidding against the floor in the arms of a strange man.
The worst of it was a large jagged slice across the top of her thigh.
When her savior had so ungraciously caught her just before she hit the ground, the old wooden chair came with them, snapping as it hit the floor and digging into her skin as the two of them rolled across the hard floor. After only a few moments, the dress she had worked so hard on was ruined, torn, stained with her own blood.
She almost wished he had just let her die instead of letting her see such a sight.
As a result of the incident, she was given stitches and instructed to change the bandages wrapped around her thigh twice a day for the next two weeks to ensure they didn't rip open or get infected. The only issue though, was that this meant she had to hold herself on the edge of her bed, or a chair, straining the little muscles she did have in her arms, and wait for Catherine to painstakingly unwrap the bandages, clean the area with iodine, then rewrap with a fresh bandage.
She was sure by the end of these two weeks, she was going to have triceps of steels.
Her face was twisted in pain, heart beating loudly in her ears as she tried to ignore the stinging and aching as Catherine smoothed over each layer of the bandage as she wrapped. As lightly as she was grazing the area, covered by bandages, it felt almost as though she was running hot fire over her skin.
A harsh breath left her as she slowly lowered her leg back down, letting her arms collapse beneath her as she laid back against her bed.
The expensively coffered ceiling gazed back down at her, adorned with only a single chandelier, much too grand for her to stare at for too long. Maybe she had a concussion too, everything seemed to give her a headache nowadays.
Catherine quietly tucked away the small kit she had acquired from Ophelia's parents, something they saw as just another monetary loss in light of their stolen goods.
Would they treasure their only daughter properly if she was carved from stone, she wondered? Perhaps only if she dripped diamonds and sang like the angels, or if she forged paintings like she was the original artist in the first place.
Breaking the silence, a knock came at the door. Without a moment to spare, the door opened and her mother stepped inside casually, a smile on her face.
Ophelia only closed her eyes, listening to the familiar sound of her mother's Dior heels click against the floor as she approached. Maybe if she pretended she wasn't there, she would go away. Wishful thinking, again.
"Ophelia, there is a guest waiting for you in the drawing room. Make yourself presentable."
There was no kindness in her voice, no concern, it was simply a command, something Ophelia would have to do, whether she wanted to or not.
However, she had found herself recently enlightened. It could've been the rage that ensnared her when she saw how her parents were using her tragedy for their own benefit, magazines and reporters spewing a facade of sympathy as she writhed in pain each night simply trying to take a bath. It could've been the near-death experience, inspiring her to pursue happiness no matter the cost. It could've been the hatred and disgust she had felt for them when she realized they were going to use the death of her brother to host criminals from around the world in their home, a home they did not deserve.
Whatever had driven Ophelia past the edge, there was no safe party in this war. She was fighting alone.
"Tell them to leave then, I don't feel well."
Her mother, who had already turned and began towards the door, heels clicking once again, stopped suddenly, a tense silence as she slowly turned back towards the bed her daughter resided on.
"What are you talking about? The doctor's said it was just some stitches. I didn't raise you to be so rude."
Any false courtesy her mother displayed drifted away in an instant, her voice cold and demeaning, as if all she was was a doll for her play, and she was the puppeteer.
"Just some stitches that make it so I can barely walk. Tell them to come back later. I'm not going."
Another silence filled the room.
Ophelia's heart was pounding loudly in her chest, adrenaline coursing through her veins at the mere instance of disobeying her mother, although more publicly than she had done before. She felt no fear lying when she spent money on their credit cards, or sold off things they didn't even notice were gone, or snuck back in late at night after sneaking out to buy items for her.. collection.
No verbal response came, only the sound of her mother's fading footsteps and the slamming of her bedroom door as she finally left.
A trembling sigh left her chest as she relaxed once more, eyelids heavy and body tired. She had only been up for a few hours now, had only eaten her breakfast and walked to the garden on her crutches to get out of the stuffy atmosphere of her house. It was getting exhausting getting so exhausted.
Interrupting the few moments of peace as she began to drift off, legs still bent over the side of her bed, her bedroom door opened once more.
Sighing frustratedly, she propped herself up on her elbows, turning her head towards the door, only to find the words catching in her throat. She clenched her jaw, silencing herself as her mother stepped into the room once more.
"I apologize for my sudden appearance Miss Kartell, I just wanted to show my concern after the incident that occurred a few nights ago."
She recognized him all too well. She was sure he still wore that cologne his father used to wear, still wore his family branding cufflinks to all fancier occasions. She was certain he still used people, just as he had used her not too long ago.
"Ophelia, don't be rude. Greet Mr. Wayne."
It was not only despicable, but also audacious of him to ever show up in the first place. Sure, she liked to maintain her own reputation around others, but she was in the comfort of her own home, and she was all too familiar with his ulterior motives. The smooth and suave ways of the notorious playboy billionaire would charm her no longer.
Smugly beside his was her mother. In her defense, her mother had no idea about the history between the two of them, not that she would care anyways. She was certain that Bruce Wayne's appearance was going to put her back in her place.
Well, Ophelia had no respect left for Bruce Wayne, and limited patience with her newfound fury.
"I told you I didn't want to see anyone, that doesn't change because of a suit and some cheap flowers. Please leave."
The look on her mother's face was something she wanted to keep in her memories for the rest of her life. Lips parted in surprised, her eyes wide and horrified, hand to her chest like she'd just had a heart attack.
Ophelia also knew Bruce would see through any act she put on anyways, what was the point? To appease her mother?
Despite her attitude, Bruce only smiled, practiced and political, handing the bouquet to Catherine. He turned slightly to the side, giving her mother the same smile that charmed every other woman in Gotham, bringing his hand to his abdomen.
"I realize now how rude of me it was to show up here today. Miss Kartell is right, she needs rest. I'll stop by again another day."
Static tuned out the rest of the conversation between her mother and Bruce, him placating her and her insisting she hadn't known her daughter was in such a state, and how on earth could she refuse the request of Bruce Wayne?
Finally they left, a last sparing glance thrown over his shoulder as he pulled the door shut behind him.
"What a rude young man," Catherine muttered, setting the bouquet of flowers on her vanity.
Ophelia grinned, laughing quietly as she turned to gaze at the flora. She knew quite well that these were not the cheap flowers she had claimed they were. A masterfully crafted arrangement with her most favorite flowers in her most favorite colors, tied in carefully folded paper and a silk ribbon knotted in a bow. It was just like the ones he used to buy for her whenever he cancelled plans.
It left a bad taste in her mouth.
This time, she let herself sink into the soft mattress beneath her, a comforting darkness befalling her as she closed her eyes, half-heartedly pulling what comforter she could reach over her body.
Catherine smiled lightly as she carefully pulled the blanket over the rest of her body, stepping carefully across the floor as she made her way towards the door. She quietly flicked off the light switch, leaving Ophelia to rest comfortably.
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Glass rained to the floor, shattering and staining the wall a deep red from the wine after she hurtled the glass towards the nearest wall.
"Are you out of your mind? What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Ophelia felt her body pulsating with hot fury, the words of her father echoing in her head, paying no mind to the way he slammed his fist against the table and stood up, his own voice echoing within the large dining room.
"I've had enough of this! You will do as I say because I am your father, and if you don't like it, then leave!"
"Do you even hear yourself? What is this, the eighteenth century? I should try and court Bruce Wayne, notorious player who's been with every woman within a twenty mile radius?"
The words felt vile coming from her mouth, the very thought of potentially pursing a relationship of any kind with Bruce Wayne once more making her stomach twist violently. She had endured plenty of that man.
What was her father trying to do, sell her off? Unless Bruce explicitly displayed interest in her to her parents..
Of course.
Her fists shook with rage, teeth grinding painfully as stood from her chair, pushing through the pain in her thigh as she turned her back against her shouting father and scowling mother.
Seriously, was this supposed to be some sort of drama? Was this her real life? Sure her family had their dysfunctional dynamic, neglectful parents and a troubled older brother, but up until now they had mostly minded their own business.
Another glass smashed against the wall, this time beside her, staining the wall with an expensive aged scotch her father had been slowly drinking down.
She paid no mind to his rage, must too used to his violent behavior and certainly too encapsulated in her own rage to bother. The door swung open with a strength she didn't know she was capable of, slamming loudly behind her as she strode through the extravagant halls of what she thought was once her own home.
The burning in her legs did not stop, intensifying as she continued, her pace faltering the further she went. Rounding a corner, she clenched her eyes shut, trying her hardest to force away the tears that continuously flowed down her cheeks.
How could they do this to her?
Aside from the typical rebellious behavior, without any illicit or illegal behavior might she add, she had been the perfect daughter. She followed their directions, went to the university they insisted she go to, wore the clothes they told her to wear, put on the face they so desired to show the rest of the world.
Only to end up, what, sold off? Traded in exchange for something? Married off?
It was bad enough that she was fully aware of what they meant when they brought up Bruce Wayne, but it was disgusting that they couldn't even say their true intentions out loud.
They had arranged for the two of them to attend the upcoming Wayne Gala together.
A new partnership, they called it. The tabloids would be salivating for the glimpse of the two of them together, daughter of one of the most renowned couple in Gotham and none other than the late mayors son, who inherited his false generosity along with his arrogance.
It would've been a public statement, although not explicitly stated, that the two of them were supposed to be in some sort of relationship. The thought made her feel sick.
The scenery was changing around her in a blur, half-conscious as she made her ways through the winding halls of her home to her room, throwing the door open and rushing inside.
Catherine had been tending to her laundry, folding and hanging various garments when she burst into the room, gasping as though she was being held at gunpoint. She could only splutter out half sentences and questions to Ophelia, quickly dropping what was in her hands.
She looked like a mess, honestly.
It was bad enough that she couldn't wear any pants that weren't very loose so they didn't press against her wound, but her mascara was trailing down her face, cheeks puffy and lips wobbling as she grabbed the biggest bag she could find. She was sure she looked as awful as she felt.
Panicked hands tried to reach out to her, Catherine's pleas falling on deaf ears as she began to shove the once neatly displayed piles of clothes into her bag, paying no mind to what she did or did not grab, they wouldn't matter soon anyways. Once she had decided she had plenty of clothes, still in her emotionally induced trance, she turned her attention to the glass case.
"Miss Ophelia, you can't! Please, sit down!"
Shaking hands reached out, gently grasping her arms and shoulders, trying to pull her away from her set path as she continued to step towards the jewelry case, all but shoving Catherine off of her.
If it was possible for her to shatter the obscene case, she would've gladly done so.
The collection mocked her, glittering with her lack of personal achievements, stuck in the same place she had been last year, stuck with the same leeches who took advantage of her, stuck withholding her passion as it slowly died inside of her.
She wasted no time opening the case, grabbing various necklaces, bracelets, rings, carelessly shoving them into the bag alongside the clothes she had done they very same with. She did not miss the absence of her emerald set. It would've taken a few days for the stones to be replaced and for the metalwork to be repaired, had her parents cared to get them fixed in the first place.
Only once did she hesitate.
Quietly glimmering at the opposite end of the case was a lone ring. With a delicate band and no additional gems, the dreamy opal set in the middle was the main focus.
Pain washed over her once more, a quiet sob leaving her mouth as she reached for it slowly, gently picking it up though her hands continued to tremble. Quietly she tucked the ring into the pocket of the sweatpants she was wearing, swallowing thickly as she finally paused to let out a breath.
"Ophelia, please, you leg.." Catherine's shaking voice cut through the room.
She had only just noticed the growing stain atop the thigh of her sweatpants, the wet and loose feeling of the bandages around her leg, rubbing uncomfortably against her stitches.
Maybe it was because the past few days had accumulated so violently that she didn't have a minute to take notice, or maybe it was because she was tired of being a trophy for everyone else in her life, but instead of letting Catherine coax her back to the bed to change the bandages she slung the bag in her hands over her shoulder.
"Catherine, I'm leaving."
The familiar warm hazel eyes she had known for so long wavered at her words, glossing with unshed tears. She said nothing for a minute, hands clenched into fists at her sides, mouth gaping open and shut as she tried to say something, maybe try to convince Ophelia to stay.
Instead of trying to reason with her, convince her to stay, to let her treat her leg and change her pants, tell her that her parents were only doing it because they loved her, she closed her mouth and nodded. The uncertainty was apparent in her trembling body as she stepped forward and gently tugged the bag from Ophelia's shoulder and turned back towards the bed where the remaining clothes laid.
"I'm coming with you."
No amount of protesting seemed to change her mind, and this time, she was the one ignoring Ophelia as she continued to pack the bag with other essentials, a hairbrush, soaps and perfumes, trinkets she knew Ophelia had treasured over the years.
"I don't know if I can keep paying you Catherine, you have to stay here. I'm sure my parents will be furious with you if they find out you helped me leave in the first place."
"You are the closest thing I have had to a friend in this hell Ophelia."
Her eyes burned as she turned around to face Ophelia, determination settling in her bones.
"I have endured the worst from your parents, long before I ever served alongside you. You have always been kind, smart. Wherever you are going, I am going with you."
The words brought on another wave of emotion, tingling in her chest as she stepped forward and embraced Catherine. She understood exactly what she was saying, after all, Catherine had always been the only one on her side despite everything.
Wiping her cheeks once more, she took a deep breath and nodded.
"You'll have to trust me, we're not going to an easy place."
Ophelia began towards the door, peeking out into the lonely corridors as she carefully stepped outside of her room with Catherine close behind. She treaded as quietly as she could, and she was grateful that her parents had never placed any sort of security detail in the halls.
"Where are we going?" Catherine whispered, hurrying behind Ophelia as the began heading towards the entrance to the garden, the only direct exit from the building aside from the main doors, the most neglected.
Her parents had no interest in spending time in the splendor of the very maze they had dropped millions of dollars maintaining with landscaping and trimming.
As her hand grasped the handle of the door, slowly beginning to tarnish over the years from her very own hands, no attention ever spared to it by the housekeepers or her parents, she took a deep breath and steeled herself for the inevitable.
·⁀ ༄.°✈ there isn't much to do in smallville, kansas. aside from the fields of crops and the coffee shop with one too many health violations, most of melody carter's time was spent dreaming of better places and better things. until she meets clark kent.
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LITTLE WHITE LIES. l.l.
·⁀ ༄.°✈ lyric baxter was any other ordinary baby girl. her family was packed an on the road out of smallville when an unpredictable meteor shower occurred. left orphaned, she has to figure out everything for herself. the only girl who could ever relate just so happens to hate her.
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CITY LIGHTS. d.g.
·⁀ ༄.°✈ a year ago, stella doyle was given a raving letter of recommendation for the gotham gazette by none other than clark kent, her former coworker from metropolis' daily planet. one night, she stumbles upon something she definitely should not have seen.
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SOLACE IN VIOLENCE. j.t.
·⁀ ༄.°✈ a life is crime is a life short lived, her father always said. river nyx was one of the most revered upcoming vigilantes in gotham city, not yet captured by the city's infamous heros or notoriously terrible police department. everything changes when red hood catches her in the act.
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WHEN NIGHT CALLS. b.w.
·⁀ ༄.°✈ there's something sinister about gotham's wealthiest socialites, a darker world that is harder to climb out of the deeper you fall. ophelia kartell meets the edge of a cliff, and a slippery slope she is unequipped to claw her way out of.
That one meme but it's got my favorite Jason art that you've done. (The headphones one is also my phone background currently.)
The ultimate motivation actually. I'd do anything for him.
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Just Us Two: Damian loves intruding on your and Jason's alone time.
Third time's The Charm: The two times Jason almost told you he liked you, and the one time he finally did.
Baby Came Home: After you lose your powers while trying to take down a partnership between Lex Luthor and Penguin, Jason and you confront your deepest fear — being each other's second choice. When the rest of the batboys lock you in the Batcave, though, the confession becomes inevitable.
How Can We Go Back to Being Friends: You hook up with your best friend, and now you don’t know how to act around each other.
Damian, You Are So Psyched: Damian came home from school yesterday acting off, so now it's your goal to cheer up the distant little boy.
Don’t Judge a Book by Its Leather Jacket: Jason has been telling himself he's visiting the little coffee shop at the end of the block for its cheap coffee, but it's his only way to see the cute barista every day and quote "Pride and Prejudice" at her until she falls for him.
Don't Judge a Book by Its Leather Jacket (sequel)
Not what you think: Jason went snooping and thinks you're cheating on him. Good luck explaining yourself!
A shear disaster: Your boyfriend is acting suspicious and won't take off his helmet.
Guilty pleasures: You cheat on your boyfriend, Jason, with the Red Hood.
Unexpected Guests: Damian finds out you're dating Jason.
Rough Night: Your secret relationship with Jason is accidentally revealed the morning after a rough night.
The Babysitter: After being hired to babysit Damian Wayne, you end up putting a masked intruder in a chokehold, only to realize you’ve just tackled his older brother, Jason Todd.
Making an Ass of U & Me: Jason didn’t mean to keep your existence secret from his family. At first, it was for his and your own protection more than anything; his double life wasn’t just for any average person after all. But, even after the whole marriage and settling down thing, he may have just forgotten to mention it.
Careless Accidents: You get hurt, and Jason’s pissed.
So This is Love: You show each other what love is supposed to be like (4 in 1)
The Gift of Truth: After figuring out that your boyfriend is Red Hood, you struggle to figure out a way to tell him you are aware of his “nightly activities.” When Jason finally introduces you to his family a week before Christmas, you are presented with the perfect opportunity to tell him
Pride & Prejudice: When you first meet Jason Todd, he seems to be nothing more than an entitled asshole, but as the seasons change, you begin to realise maybe you were wrong about him.
Good With Kids: You never really had an opinion on your colleague Red Hood, that is until you walk into him interacting with some kids.
The Investigator: The Batfamily discovers Jason's been hiding a long-distance relationship with someone who might be even more terrifying than Batman himself.
Are You Dating My Teacher: Bruce decides to cash in a favor that Jason owed him, and now the Red Hood- the most ruthless vigilante of Gotham- is chaperoning his youngest brother’s field trip to the zoo.
Who Do You Love: You're hopelessly in love with your classmate, Jason Todd. And you just so happen to be quite good friends with Red Hood. drunk one night, you admit you have feelings for Jason to your vigilante friend, not knowing the man behind the mask is the man you're in love with.
When She Sees Me: Your best friend Dick Grayson took you to one of Bruce's galas a while ago. When Dick finds out his brother has a crush on you, he decides to play Cupid.
Blah Blah Blah: Jason is angry after watching Wuthering Heights. You are horny watching him get angry.
Cover Blown: You and Jason cannot stand one another. Unfortunately. you both go undercover as a married couple, and that should'nt change things between you two... right?
La Vie en Rose: The four times Jason wildly preferred you over everyone else.
Kiss or Miss: A quiet Saturday at the shooting range becomes anything but when Jason decides hands on help is the best kind.
Can I: It’s your last year of university and Jason Todd has been in your classes, plotting on you. You’d promised yourself you’d make the most of this year, go to more parties, finally lose your virginity, and step out of your comfort zone, while Jason steps into yours.
Glad It Was You
Prove It To You
Hit Me
The Magic Words: You’ve been urging to tell your boyfriend that you love him and you finally do.
Ice Skating With Jason: Ice skating, jealousy, and accidental confessions... what could go wrong?
Random blurbs
Old habits
Revealing Secrets
I'm still right though
Jason accidentally reveals he has a soon-to-be fiancée
Interrupted Dates
First Time
Shy (but experienced) Jason and his freaked-out (but inexperienced) girl
Jason Todd who makes everything in your home kiss
Random Headcanons
My pretty, pretty girl
Collar
Jason has a wet dream while you’re trying to wake him up
Dick Grayson
Sweater Weather: Dick just wanted to have lunch with his best friend, but he didn't expect you to show up in some other guy's sweatshirt.
The Light Behind Your Eyes: A week spent at Dick’s apartment leads Damian to discover what unconditional love looks like.
Hard to Impress: Dick Grayson can't seem to make you swoon, no matter how hard he tries, until he finally does
The "She's With Me" Is The New Gaelic Shrug (sequel)
Easy lovers: After a series of dates, dick finds himself desperate and decides that tonight will not end until he gets to walk home with a kiss from you.
Miraculous partners: Basically, a "Miraculous Ladybug" plot between you and Dick.
Territory, Marked: Damian makes an unexpected friend at the dog park, and when his older brother tags along one day, he takes a little too much interest.
Dinner Was Not Served: Dick had one goal: to seduce his girlfriend. He forgot the part where he should check for unwanted guests first and narrates his plans in very, vivid detail.
Stakeout at Table Nine: Dick Grayson just wanted a normal date. No suits. No masks. Definitely no Batkid stakeout at a fancy restaurant. Too bad his siblings brought disguises, drama, and a front-row seat to his love life.
Lightning Strikes Twice: Nightwing accidentally develops feelings for the anxious woman whose rescue has become part of his regular nightly routine by this point.
Whatever You Say Teach: Damian gets in a fight at school, and his favorite teacher has to set up a meeting with a parent or guardian. Bruce Wayne is away on a mission and Alfred isn’t picking up the phone, so Damian’s eldest brother has to attend a parent teacher conference. Only to find out that he has history with his little brother’s English Lit teacher.
His Person: You and dick have been close friends for years now, and that's all it would ever be, but after he snaps and upsets you, things change.
Random blurbs
Take him back, please!
Revealing Secrets
Interrupted Dates
Damian Wayne
Near: He hates contact, except apparently when it’s you he’s inching toward.
Nepo Vigilante: After your parents die, you inherit their legacy as vigilantes, reluctantly stepping into a life you never asked for. Bruce takes you in to honor a promise to them, pairing you with Damian, whose cruelty and perfectionism push you to your limits, until one day, fed up, you choose to train with Tim instead, sparking Damian’s outrage.
When The Spite Dies: You were expected to quit after Damian Wayne’s first vicious insult, but fueled by spite, you stayed— only to end up hopelessly attracted to the despicable man and vice versa.
When The Spite is Desire (sequel)
The Heart Remembers: Damian's short-term amnesia from a concussion causes complications when he refuses to believe the break-up ever happened—and his missing memories dissolve all defenses and unravel the true depths of his undying devotion for you.
The Only Exception: Getting a list of everything Damian hates, you feel self-conscious about ticking the boxes in that list—and try to fix that, not knowing that you’re Damian’s only exception.
Animal Interests: Damian’s father drags him along to an old acquaintance's house for intel, only to find that her teen also has an interest in animal rescues. In other words, she has a rescued panther as a pet
Random Blurbs
Interrupted Dates
Damian Wayne and Reader Get Domestic
Tim Drake
If I Was Your Boyfriend: Tim Drake had his eyes on you from the very first week of the semester. So now he’s praying for your (ex) boyfriend’s downfall, because God forbid a man openly plots to have you for himself instead.
Dairy Queen Closes in 10 Minutes: You broke up with Tim a year ago. Too bad he still thinks of you as his. Too bad everything he does reminds you that you are.
Random Blurbs
Interrupted Dates
Bruce Wayne
The Wrong Man’s Wife: The Justice League members think Batman is in love with Bruce Wayne's wife.
Like Real People Do: Bruce's wife goes missing, and the media and family are both in shambles. Bruce grows colder as the family tries their best to find her. To try and cheer him up, they find old video diaries from the couple’s early dating lives and witness a new side of Bruce.
The Watchtower's Worst Kept Secret: The Justice League suspects something is happening between Batman and Bruce Wayne's wife.
Seven Smacks: Bruce Wayne was a stubborn and fiercely independent man, which meant that his children were too. Unfortunately for you, that meant that scolding one of them was practically a moment to scold both.
The Bat's Wife: Some members of the league are still surprised by the way the Dark Knight's wife looks.
Oh, It's... Gold: Bruce made a small mistake on a gift he gave you, and everyone judged him for it.
Synopsis: Your husband is well educated, he’s like your walking encyclopedia you can ask him anything. You pride yourself on your intelligence also but you have a small dirty secret…you enjoy cheesy erotic romance novels. What happens when he finds out?
Bruce W.
Bruce has finally convinced you to move all of your things to the Wayne manor. You two were married but you still owned an apartment in downtown Gotham and stayed there over night when you worked. But he wanted you under his roof, you were Mrs. Wayne now, what kind of husband would he be if he let you stay in the city all alone? So now him and his kids were happily helping you move in.
“Hey mom! Where do you want this box it says…” Dick spun the box around looking for bold sharpie letters “hair products.”
“Just put it in the bathroom please, thank you!”
“got it.”
You dropped the heavy box filled with your shoes on the bedroom floor with a huff. You need a break, you sat down on the edge of the bed wiping the thin layer of sweat from your forehead. You looked around the room taking it all in, you were finally moving in with Bruce. Even though you two have shared many moments in this room ranging from being silly, passionate moments, to just relaxing in each other’s arms.
You smiled yourself as you glided your palms against the bed spread. It’s finally starting to feel like home.
“Honey, I have your books. Would you like them in the library-“
“NO! Uh I- no I have a specific place for them, I have a bookshelf that Jason offered to put together for me” you smiled taking the box from him. You place the box on your side of the room tucked away in the corner. You went down stairs to retrieve the rest of your books with the help of Cass.
Later on that day you found yourself setting up your vanity area, you were almost done when you noticed you were missing a box. You left the room venturing back into the bedroom when you found Bruce hunched over something.
“Love I’m missing a box of- Bruce?”
“hm?” He was obviously distracted by whatever had his attention. You walk over to see what had him so focused. You peer over his shoulder to see one of your box’s containing your books wide open and in his hand held an annotated version of a dark romance novel.
Your stomach dropped. Your only instinct was to snatch the book out of his hand.
The silence was deafening between you two. Three years of dating and five months of marriage you manage to keep your dirty little secret, now that it was out in the open you didn’t know how to feel.
“Bruce listen I- it’s not as bad as it seems it’s just more like a guilty pleasure. I promise you it’s not weird it’s actual very liberating, a lot of women are reading more erotic novels taking control of their sexuality. Given how the patriarchy is set up shaming women for even having the tiniest feeling of wanting intimacy, it feels nice to be able to read it without feeling…guilty.”
It was like your ramble fell onto deaf ears, Bruce expression was unreadable. Your cheeks and neck burned with embarrassment.
“Bruce-“
“Your books are very…detailed.” You swallowed as your embarrassment increased.
“Listen-“
“I’m not upset, I just wished you felt comfortable enough to share this side of yourself with me. i thought we agreed to no secrets” He almost looked a bit sad.
“I’m in no way rushing you but whenever feel comfortable enough to discuss or even…try these things let me know.” His cheeks grew red along with the tips of his ears.
Your eyes grew wide and the pit of your stomach erupted with butterflies at the thought of Bruce experimenting and trying anything you asked.
“You’re not…turned off or disgusted by this?”
He let out a low chuckle, “far from it. Actually I’m intrigued.” He slid the book from your hand tossing it on the bed. He grabbed you by the waist pulling you between his legs.
“I seen your notes and the things you’ve highlighted, very interesting. I wouldn’t mind testing some of things you seem to e interested in. Especially the limo scene-“
“BRUCE!”
He chuckled pulling you impossibly closer.
“Don’t ever feel ashamed about any of your interest or hobbies I’m open to anything as long as it’s with you.” You grinned down at him cupping his cheeks in your hands.
“Have I ever told you I love you?” He smiled.
“Yes but I wouldn’t mind hearing it again.”
“Well Mr. Wayne I love you.”
He smiled sliding his hands dangerously lower “I love you too Mrs. Wayne.”
Jason T.
Jason had a plethora of books in your shared home and now with the addition of your books he had to build a library for the both of you. Mainly you because you kept adding to your collection while Jason likes to keep his select few and reread them with a new perspective.
Normally you can sneak few of your spicy books in between the others ones without him noticing and that’s what you planned to do today.
So while Jason was at his fathers doing gods no what, you went to the bookstore to pick up few books listed in your TBR. You arrived back home and absentmindedly laid the bag on the kitchen counter, you wanted to decompress with a nice shower, then tea along with one of your new books.
Unbeknownst to you while you were taking a hot shower Jason was snooping through your new book purchases.
Jason hadn’t meant to snoop. The bag was just there and he figured you wouldn’t mind. You two trade books all the time so whats the big deal.
Half open on the kitchen counter like you had dropped it in a hurry. He assumed you’d come back from the bookstore with another stack of novels. It wasn’t unusual. Between the two of you the house had turned into something that looked suspiciously like a small library.
Still, curiosity won.
Jason pulled one of the books from the bag. The cover was simple enough soft colors, a quiet landscape, a couple standing near the edge of a lake. Nothing unusual.
He flipped it over and skimmed the summary.
“Hm.” Romance. Not surprising. You read those all the time. Jason opened the book, leaning back against the counter as his eyes skimmed the first page. The writing wasn’t bad either. He turned another page, then another, absentmindedly reading. A few paragraphs later his brow slowly furrowed.
He paused. Jason reread the line.
“…Oh.” His eyes moved down the page again. Then back up. The corner of his mouth twitched with a smirk.
“Well that escalated quickly.” Jason glanced toward the stairs instinctively, as if you might suddenly appear and catch him mid-sentence. The house was quiet though. The faint sound of music upstairs told him you were still in the shower.
He looked back down at the book…for research purposes, obviously. Jason continued and turned the page. By the time you finally came downstairs, silk robe wrapped loosely around you and hair a little wet from the shower, you froze the moment you saw him.
Jason sat at the kitchen counter with your new book open in his hands. He didn’t look up right away, eyes scanning the page with surprising focus.
Your stomach dropped.
“Jason?”
He hummed absently. You took a careful step forward. “Why do you have that?”
Now he looked up. There was a very specific kind of amusement in his expression, the kind that was trouble.
“Couple questions,” he said calmly, marking the page with his finger. “How long have you been reading these?”
Your face immediately heated.
“Jason give me that.” You hurried forward, reaching for the book. He leaned back in his chair like he’d expected that exact reaction. With an easy movement he lifted the book out of your reach.
“Ah, ah.” His lips twitched. “Not so fast.”
You glared up at him, trying to snatch it again. Jason simply raised his arm higher, long enough that even standing on your toes barely got you close.
“Jason Peter fuckin’ Todd!”
He flipped the page. Your heart nearly stopped.
“Oh- oh this is good,” he murmured.
“Don’t you dare—” Jason cleared his throat dramatically and began reading.
“His hand slid down the curve of her waist—”
“Jason!”You jumped again for the book, grabbing at his wrist, but he just laughed and lifted it higher.
“—pulling her closer until there was barely space left between them.” Your hands flew up to cover your face. You felt like you could cry from embarrassment.
“Stop reading it!”Jason’s shoulders shook with laughter.
“What?” he said innocently. “It’s well written.”
You groaned, trying to climb onto the chair beside him to reach it. The second you did, Jason leaned away again, arm stretched above his head like he was dangling a toy.
“Give it back!”
“Nope.”
“Jason please!” He glanced down at you with open amusement before looking back at the page.
“Oh wow,” he said. Your stomach dropped and he slowly raised an eyebrow.
“You’re reading the spicy parts in the kitchen now?” he asked. “Bold choice.”
You lunged for the book again and this time managed to grab the bottom edge. Jason laughed, holding it firm while you tugged at it like a tug-of-war rope.
“Relax,” he said. “I’m just trying to understand the plot.”
“There is no plot!” you snapped. He smirked.
“That explains a lot.” Jason glanced back down at the page and read again, voice smooth and deliberately slow.
“She gasped softly as his lips brushed against the sensitive skin of her—”
“JASON!” You slapped a hand over the book. Jason looked entirely too pleased with himself. You still had one hand clamped over the book while he held the other end, the two of you frozen in a ridiculous stalemate.
“Jason,” you groaned. “Give. it. back.” He studied your mortified expression for another second before finally letting the book drop into your hands. You immediately hugged it to your chest like it was evidence in a crime scene.Jason leaned back in his chair, arms crossing casually.
“You know,” he said, voice thoughtful, “for someone who tries very hard to hide these… you’re not great at it.”
Your head snapped up. “What?” He shrugged.
“I’ve known for a while.” Your brain short-circuited. You stared at him in complete disbelief.
“…You what?!”Jason gestured vaguely toward the direction of the library.
“You think I never noticed the same author appearing on our shelves five different times?” he said. “Or the way certain books mysteriously disappear whenever I walk into the room?”
You stared at him in horror. “You knew!?”
“Mhmm.”
“And you just—” you waved your hands helplessly, “—let me think I was being sneaky?!” Jason’s grin widened. “Watching you try to hide them was very entertaining.” You looked like you wanted the floor to swallow you whole. Jason reached forward, tapping the cover of the book you were clutching.
“Relax,” he said. “It’s not a crime to like what you like.”You narrowed your eyes suspiciously looking him up and down.
“You’re not… judging me?”
“Why would I?”Jason tilted his head slightly, studying you. He knows that one little simple move makes you weak.
“If anything,” he added, tone teasing again, “I’m a little impressed.”
You blinked dumb founded “…Impressed?”
“Yeah.” He leaned back again, completely at ease. “You read a lot of these.” Your face immediately heated again. Jason chuckled quietly before pushing the bag of books toward you.
“Next time,” he said, “you don’t have to hide them.”
You hesitated “…You promise you won’t read them again?” Jason’s expression turned dangerously amused.
“No promises.”You groaned, turning away from him and grabbing your tea as he laughed behind you.
And somewhere in the back of your mind, you were absolutely certain that later tonight Jason was going to quote another line from that book just to watch you panic.
Dick G.
You were having a nice self spa day funded by your handsome truly loving husband. You got a full body message, got a mani pedi, went shopping for some spring style scents and now you were back home comfortably cuddled reading next to your orange tabby and Haley.
You were indulged in an erotic romance and it was getting so good but your eyes were becoming so heavy.
Dick said he’d be home soon so you were trying to wait for him but your body was exhausted from the day you had, who knew self pampering could make you so sleepy.
Your eyes slowly shut you and your book dropped somewhere along the couch.
“Hey baby wake up, I’m home” your eyes fluttered open to dick moving you hair out of your face.
He giggled “Hey sleepy head, you had a good day?” You sat up groggy, “hi”
You stumbled off the couch with his help and he guided you to the bedroom.
“Have you showered?” You shook your head no, he scolded you and ran a bath for the both of you.
You leaned your head against his chest as you let the hot water relax your muscles, you always felt so warm and safe in his arms.
“So…” he began as he kneaded circles into your thighs, “I saw that you fell asleep reading.” You nodded without thinking too much of it. “Yes I was trying to wait for you but I dozed off.”
He hummed, “well I noticed something peculiar about the place you stopped at.”
For a second your brain wasn’t registering what he was implying, then it clicked.
Your body went stiff and you were fully awake and alert now.
“You did…?”
“Yup” You slowly turned your head to look up at him, your expression somewhere between horror and disbelief. “How much did you read?”
He pretended to think, tilting his head. “Enough.” Your hands immediately came up to cover your face. “Oh my God.”
He chuckled softly, clearly enjoying this way too much. “I didn’t know you were into… this genre.”
“Don’t say it like that,” you mumbled into your hands.
“Like what?” he teased, fingers still tracing slow, absent circles against your skin.
“Erotic romance?” You groaned. “Please.”
“What?” he smiled, completely unbothered. “It was… very descriptive.”
You sank deeper into the water, wishing you could disappear. “You weren’t supposed to read that.”
“Your fault you left it open.”
“That doesn’t mean you had to keep going.” He leaned his chin lightly against your shoulder, voice dropping just a little. “Curiosity got the best of me.”
You peeked at him, narrowing your eyes slightly. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“Maybe,” he admitted easily. There was a pause, the water softly shifting around you as his hands slowed, then stilled for a moment.
“I learned something though.” You sighed. “Of course you did.”
“You have a very active imagination.” Your jaw dropped slightly. “Okay, now you’re just being annoying.”
“Mmm no I’m being observant.” You huffed, splashing him with water. “It’s just a book. People read them all the time.”
“I’m not judging you.” You raised a brow. “You’re definitely judging me.”
He shook his head, expression softening. “I’m not.” His thumb brushed along your arm, slower now, more deliberate. “If anything, I think it’s… interesting.”
You blinked. “Interesting?”
“Mhm.”
No you were overly suspicious. “…why?”
He didn’t answer right away. Typical Dick behavior. Instead, his eyes dipped briefly, subtly like he was reminiscing on something.
Then he looked back at you. “Because now I know what you like.”
Your face heated instantly and your body felt weird, you didn’t know what to do with your hands. You hated he always had this effect on you.
“You do not—”
“I have a general idea,” he corrected smoothly.
You pushed lightly at his chest. “You read like two pages.”
“And they were very informative.” You groaned again, dropping your head against his shoulder. “I’m never leaving my books around you again.”
He laughed, low and warm against your ear. “That seems a bit extreme.” You lifted your head, giving him a look. “You’re not allowed to bring this up again.”
He didn’t answer which immediately made your stomach flip.
“…you’re going to bring it up again, aren’t you?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Dick.” He smiled— that damn smile, the one that always meant he was about to say something he absolutely should not.
“I just think,” he started, his hands started gliding down your thighs, fingers lingering a second longer than needed, “if you enjoy reading about something…”
Your eyes narrowed slightly. “Don’t.”
“…you shouldn’t settle for imagining it.” He held your gaze, calm as ever but there was something deeper in his expression now. Intent. Focused.
“You should experience it.” Your breath caught, ever so slightly.
“You’re— you’re ridiculous,” you muttered, but it came out weaker than you meant it to. A small, knowing smile tugged at his lips as his hand slid up your arm, slow, unhurried.
“You read all of that,” he continued quietly, “and didn’t think to tell me?”
You swallowed. “It’s not like that—”
“You don’t have to hide things from me,” he said, softer this time but somehow that made it worse. “Especially not things like that.”
You hesitated, your embarrassment started to twist into something else entirely.
Silence stretched between you thick, charged. Then you blinked, trying to regain some control. “So what, I’m just… banned from reading now?”
He huffed a quiet laugh.
“No.” His thumb brushed along your jaw, slow, thoughtful.
“Just don’t be surprised if I start taking notes.” Your eyes widened slightly and you turned around making the water slosh around. “Dick!”
“And if I decide,” he added, a little smug now, “that I’d rather show you than let you read about it…”
Your chest bloomed with embarrassment. “You’re impossible.”
summary : nobody could disturb jason peter todd when he was knee deep in a dostoevsky. except you, of course, his hot neighbour who liked making his lips bruise up and brain fall out as a friday night hobby.
contains : heavy making out, well read!jason, post Lazarus pit!jay, whipped!jay, thighs man!jay, grinding, basically dry humping, forearm tattoo!jason, but he’s actually a softie, reader wears warm sweaters, bookish!reader but that means she’s a lil freaky, neighbour!jason, booksmart!jason, streetsmart!jason, he’s a moaner I’m calling it, baddie!reader
inspiration : she’s my collar (g + k.u)
It started with a smile.
He'd been carrying boxes from the moving van Bruce had hired, in the middle of the rare heatwave in Gotham. His luck really was something.
He’d been hauling boxes in, wiping his forehead with the hem of his tee, dropping the wet fabric to hang by his waist. Your figure framed in the light of the hallway, like some sort of halo.
He blinked. “Uh, hey?”
You just smiled. Like you knew something he didn’t. “Hey, neighbour.” You disappeared into your apartment, slamming the door shut. With a mutter of “people”, he kicked open his door, resting the box of all his childhood photos on his new dining table. The thing was made of fucking MDF.
He’d failed to notice the copy of Twisted Love tucked in your elbow.
You’d done it, somehow. Ripped through his defences, your will a fist in his wet sheet of paper.
The copy of Twisted Love should’ve been a sign. It should’ve told him that you’d show up at his door after a few weeks of knowing him with a rain cloud over your head and an irrational desire to turn him on like a fucking switch every Friday since.
He’d pull a Glock 19 on whoever disturbed him when he was reading Crime and Punishment, but the annotated copy lay open beside him, his brain was engrossed in something else. Kissing you.
His hands gripped your thighs, sleeve of his plush hoodie sliding up and over the ink on his forearm, tugging you closer. Your lips burned his, nape of his neck stimulated by the drag of your nails.
“Bad day, ma?” His words were muffled by your mouth, tilting his head back into the gentle pressure of your fingers. You took and you took, sucking oxygen from his lungs, rolling your hips down so you dragged across his dick.
He couldn’t suppress a moan at that.
You hummed in agreement, dragging his bottom lip down with your thumb. He should’ve read the signs. Now he scheduled make out sessions with you in avoidance of admitting he liked the way you used him. He ached to be your boy toy whenever you saw fit. He wanted you to push him down, tint his lips with kisses and gloss.
Your teeth snagged at his lip, tugging, moulding him to you. His hands sliding up your back made your sweater drag up, bunching, cold of his apartment pricking at your skin. “Dostoevsky?” You mumbled, between wet, obscene smacks, pornographic moans and following the string of saliva that connected your mouths.
“Mhm,” He nodded dumbly, hips jerking up to catch his dick on your clit, the slow grind in response melted his brain. “Crime and Punishment.”
You chuckled, kisses burning down his jaw till your teeth pressed against his pulse. Nipping, latching, sucking a bruise. Maybe you got how to do that from Twisted Love, cause his toes fucking curled. He’d come, no joke. Right here, fully clothed, he’d do it. “Great book. Read Atonement, I still wanna watch it.”
He would, but he was a little tied up right now. “Later, ma.” He breathed, hand slipping in your jeans’ back pocket to squeeze your ass. Jesus, maybe that thing owed him rent. “Later.” He kissed back up to your mouth, allowing you to siphon his thoughts again.
He was 6’ 2”, 225 pounds and you had him like this. If anyone thought he’d been taken hostage, fuck no, he was right where he was supposed to be. Yes, he had patrol in ten minutes. Yes, he’d texted Dick to take his place while he dealt with a personal matter. Yes, he gave no fucks.
