content: jason todd x fem!reader. established relationship. pure fluff <3.
after a long day at the mall, you and jason were absolutely exhausted from all the shopping and walking around. you held onto his arm as you both walked toward the exit.
that’s when you noticed the photo booth up ahead. “jay?”
“yeah, baby?”
“could we do the photo booth before we go?” you ask, smiling up at him.
“umm, i don’t know. sometimes those pictures don’t come out that good.”
“please? it’ll be really cute!”
you take jason’s hand and pull him to the booth.
jason sits next to you on the bench in the tiny booth. your arm linking with his. he inserts his card to pay before you both begin to pose.
the first photo is both of you sticking your tongues out. the second being jason pecking your cheek and you smiling with your eyes shut tight. the third being you kissing each other on the lips.
before the camera snaps the fourth picture, jason turns to you, both his hands cupping your face. “i love you, honey,” his cheeks are now red and he’s smiling nervously.
“jaybie!!” the camera captures your joyful reaction. “i love you too.” that was the very first time he said that to you. and it was the perfect time to say it.
that photo strip is now taped to your vanity mirror. along with little love notes and polaroids of jason and you.
jason todd x fem!reader
summary: jason can't seem to understand why you keep talking about "your" wedding
contains: fluff, established relationship, pet names
word count: ~600
You and Jason laid in bed, morning light shuffling in through the blinds and illuminating the soft bedding. Jason had one arm around your waist as his head was tucked into the crook of your neck, eyes shut contentedly. Your eyes were open, staring blankly at the page of your book as you listened to Jason’s soft breathing mix with the morning birdsongs that rolled in with the light.
“Jay?” you whispered quietly, testing to see if he was awake.
“Hm?” he grunted in reply, nose nestling further into your neck.
You kept quiet for a moment, hesitant to bring up such a topic before finally asking, “Do you ever think about what you want your wedding to be like?”
Jason was silent and you felt his arm subtly tense around you. You started to worry you had crossed some line you didn’t know existed before he replied, “What do you mean?”
“I mean like how many people, what type of cake, the venue…that stuff. How do you picture your future wedding?”
You felt Jason’s brow furrow against your skin. “I’m still confused,” he mumbled, lips brushing ur neck and placing a soft kiss there.
You pursed your lips, puzzled at how he could be confused by such a question. “What are you confused about? When I picture my wedding I know I want—”
Jason abruptly sat up straight, causing you to stop speaking and stare at him in confusion. He was really starting to freak you out.
“Why do you keep saying it like that?” he asked, looking at you with a mix of annoyance, confusion, and a hint of hurt.
“Saying it like what?”
Jason looked away for a moment, letting the sunrays filtering in illuminate his features. His scars were highlighted and when his eyes met yours again, you could see them so clearly, their mix of green and blue capturing you before he spoke again.
“Saying ‘your wedding’ or ‘my wedding’. Why do you keep doing that?”
“Um…” you paused, laughing nervously. “What am I supposed to say, Jay?”
“Doll,” he brought his hand up to cradle your face. “There’s not gonna be a ‘my wedding’ or a ‘your wedding’...only ‘our wedding’. I’m not getting married unless it’s to you, princess.”
“Oh.” Your face flushed and your eyes widened, a soft smile breaking out across your lips before you buried your face in Jason’s chest in embarrassment.
Jason laughed, bringing his arms up to envelope you and leaning down to place a kiss upon your head. You were consumed by his intoxicating scent - the expensive cologne Dick had bought him for Christmas, gunpowder from last night’s patrol, your favorite shampoo he swore he never used, and the fresh smell of clean linen sheets.
“Yeah, ‘oh’.” He smiled as you brought your head back up to meet his. Jason kissed you softly and sweetly, still sluggish from sleep. “What, were you plannin’ on marrying someone else?”
Your eyes widened as you pulled back. “No! No, of course not! I just…didn’t know if you wanted that.”
He looked at you with a gentle, lovesick expression on his face. “I never thought I did either, doll.” He paused which made your heart pick up nervously again. But he just brought his hands to yours and raised one to kiss it tenderly. “Until I met you.”
You flushed again, swatting him away playfully. “Who knew you were such a romantic, Todd?”
“Always have been,” he pulled you back into his arms. “Just hadn’t met the right girl until now.”
established relationship, very fluffy, cute, silly stuff, kissing, could be ooc Jason 1k words
Jason can't seem to recall the last time he has felt this un normal . uneasiness like a weight in his stomach, nerves from being so close to you. palms clammy while holding your hand, which granted, happens all the time when your hand is in his. his eyes are on the sidewalk, occasionally looking up and around, your voice a soothing distraction to the way he is feeling.
he's probably getting a cold or something, the sunny weather brings it out of him in Gotham. sure it should be the opposite, but things haven't been in the norm in Jason's life, like ever. you stop walking which Jason notices only until you pull his hand a bit. he stops and stands directly in front of you, he's trying see if you feel uncomfortable or tired.
"are you listening to anything i'm saying Jason?" you look surprised, squeezing his hand to let him know you're not mad at him.
"kinda no, but i can't really look at you right now, or listen" now you're frowning and look worried.
"baby, what's wrong ? are you feeling sick?" he has been looking a bit dazed the whole day, and he's been a bit clumsy which never happens since he's always so aware of his size, and surroundings. that didn't stop him from breaking a candle earlier when you called out for him. he practically came running and asked what you needed, when all you were going to ask him was a simple question. he tripped over his feet every time he was going to open a door for you. you touch his chest, and you feel his heartbeat beating faster than a rabbits.
a man approaches you and nudges Jason, "hey man, can i take a picture of you guys?" the guy holds a camera up ready to walk away if he says no, Jason looks over at you blankly.
"say yes Jason" you say patting his chest. his head turns to the man so quickly.
"Yes" he says gruffly, he turns over to you, getting closer. his eyes look into yours, "what did i just say yes to?" you giggle a little, as you hear the camera click. before he can turn to the guy and probably smash the guys camera you peck Jason's lips. your hand comes up to his neck, and he almost closes the small distance between you again, you scrunch his hair a little and look over to the guy. you hold Jason's elbow so that his arm is out and the man hands him two polaroids.
Jason just looks at the polaroids in his palm, and you tell the man thank you. you get closer to Jason to look at the pictures with him. he has captured a soft look in Jason's eye. sure his eyebrows are up a little in confusion, but that trust and love is caught. the picture of you kissing Jason is a soft vignette, a cute moment captured for you to cherish. he silently tucks the pictures safely into his jacket. he starts walking silently to your shared apartment taking the lead. you can't help but smile at how he seems so flustered.
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the door shuts quietly and he locks it after him, you set your things down and Jason walks in front of you crowding you a bit.
"okay i think we need to have a long conversation about safety." you laugh at how Jason has started this conversation. "no don't laugh sweetheart, you're commanding me around and i'm doing it. no hesitation!" his voice has never sounded so animated and incredulous.
you bring him closer to you holding his hands. "oh my god . you are, like a good puppy. should i say jump?" you coo a little and his face goes red. you laugh a little more and bring your hand up to his warm cheek. "seriously though, Jay are you feeling okay? you always listen to me ramble, and when we're walking you're always alert, but you seem like, not really, here". you hope that worry is the only emotion that Jason is picking up on in your tone, and not disappointment(which you don't feel). you don't feel that totally unsafe with him anyways, you know you're always safe with Jason. living in Gotham for a long time you kind of pick up an instinct of when things don't feel right. he's just not as present as he always is.
"i don't know what it is.. i feel like i can't focus unless you're looking at me or telling me what to do, and i feel weird." you look into his emerald eyes deeply, tracing a scar under his eye.
"where do you feel weird baby?" he just sighs and puts one hand over yours, he makes your palm touch his stomach flatly, you feel the outline of his abs. your hands roam around the area. "your abs? are you feeling sore?" he sighs again, and you smile.
"no pretty, i just . i feel like jitters here when i see you. i think i have to go the manor and get checked out" you rub at his stomach a bit more, and bring your arms around his waist pulling him closer. he lets you and you look up at him looking at his face intently.
"you like me huh Jason?" your eyes sparkle in admiration, and you see the blush on his face spread to his neck and ears. "say yes Jason" you whisper to him and he gets closer to you almost picking you up so that he can kiss you.
"god yes i like you" he says with little restraint, before his lips smush into yours. he kisses you all over your face, he angles your body in a weird way so that he can keep kissing you wherever he wants. you giggle at how overly affectionate he is being. he pulls away and holds your head to really look at you. "you like me too right?"
hiii, sorry if this was short and abrupt, i kinda wanted to keep this short! but pls tell me if u guys liked this comments and feedback are appreciated, i promise i will post soon too. i think i might finish this dick fic i have written🖤✨ suggestions are always welcome too if u guys want more fluff or angst or have any ideas let me know !
Batboys Reacting To Their Kid Disrespecting Their Wife
Bruce Wayne:
It had been a long day. Bruce was exhausted and dragging his feet up the stairs when he heard it.
"Leave it alone mother!" Damian yelled.
"Dami, honey-" You tried to reach out to him but his swatted your hand away. You gasped in pain- He was usually good with controlling his strength or holding back so the sharp pain shocked you.
His hand hoovered in the air, mouth open, eyes wide- He couldn't even find the words to apologise when Bruce appeared in the doorway. You immediately hid your hand behind your back.
"Babe!" You smiled, blinking away the tears that had gathered due to the pain. "I didn't expect you home until-"
"Damian." His voice was low and gravelly. "Did I see what I saw or was I hallucinating due to exhaustion?" The tone Bruce used, Damian had never heard that from him. Ever.
"Father- I-" He swallowed, looking up at him.
The way Bruce's shoulders loomed over him. He wasn't Bruce Wayne, or Batman. He was worse. He was Batman without the mask.
"Apologize. Now." There was no room for argument.
"I'm- I'm sorry Ummi." Damian turned to you. "I didn't-" Bruce cleared his throat and you swore you saw the boy shiver. "I should have controlled my anger better- I'm sorry."
"Now, go to your room. I'll be there in a while." Bruce stated and Damian all but ran out of the study. Once he was gone, Bruce's shoulders dropped and he sighed. "What was the reason?"
"He was annoyed that I was babying him by rechecking his injuries from yesterday's patrol." You explained as Bruce wrapped himself in a hug with you.
He hummed against your neck. "Did he hit hard?"
"It was an accident." You downplayed it.
"Yes but still. He should have had better control. He's growing up- Getting stronger. He needs to be careful and I'm not raising a boy that thinks this behaviour is okay- No matter the circumstances." He explained and you nodded.
"I know. Just... Just be gentle. He's never done anything like this before." You pulled back a little, touching Bruce's face.
He smiled against your palm. "I'll try."
Damian was sitting on his bed, head cradled in his hands when he heard the door open then close. He watched Bruce pull up a chair and sit infront of him.
"Father I-" He began but Bruce put his hand up to stop him.
"Damian, I'm disappointed to begin with." Bruce stated simply, tiredness obvious in his voice. "I did not raise you to disrespect my wife."
Damian's eyes widened. You were his mama. Not just- Not just Bruce's wife. Right?
"No patrol for two weeks. And you will tend to your mother until her hand heals." Bruce explained, "If anything like this happens again-"
"It won't." Damian interjected. "It won't. I swear."
Dick Grayson:
"Honey-" You sighed, "You know last night was important for your dad. He got the key to the city. We were there to show support and-"
"Dad's gotten keys before too!" Your son whined, "I missed out on a once in a lifetime kind of party last night. I was the only one who didn't go- I'm going to become a social outcast!"
"John-" You tried again.
"Jesus fuck mom! You don't understand!" He yelled and you blinked in shock.
He'd never spoken to you that way, let alone with that language.
"John. Room. Now." Dick's voice carried through the house.
John's spine straightened rigidly. Dick was the fun parent. Jokes, adventures, always the the person to lighten the mood. So, for him to use a tone he's never experienced before, John shrank away from the voice alone.
He tried to shuffle behind you, his hand reached to grab your wrist to safety- for protection when Dick walked into the kitchen.
"Do I need to repeat myself?" He asked and John shook his head. "Good. Go. Now."
"Yes, sir." John swallowed and quickly left.
"What the hell was that?" Dick whispered to you. "How can- What?"
"I don't know." You looked down, your eyes full of absolute sadness.
"Are you okay, baby?" He cupped your face and made you look at him. You nodded, a deep frown on your face. "My girl." He sighed, pulling you into a hug and rubbing your back. "I'll talk to him. This can't happen again." He whispered into your hair. "Either he gets his act together or he's spending summer with Bruce instead of his little trek through East Asia."
John was nervously pacing his room when Dick entered. His eyes skitted to the door that closed behind his father. He'd never seen Dick upset- Even remotely so. So this was jarring for him.
"Dad-" He began but Dick wagged a finger at him, earning complete silence.
"Do you have any idea how much my wife does for you?" Dick asked slowly. "One party, John. It was one party. You have privlidge beyond words- You get to experience life that most people don't even get to dream of and you yell and curse because you missed one party?"
"I'm sorry- I am! But-" John tried, earning a chuckle from Dick. Uh oh.
"But?" He raised a brow, an eerie smile on his face. "You're defending your behaviour?"
"No!" A deep unsettling feeling gathered in John's stomach.
Dick's gaze narrowed. He hated that he had to use his body language reading skills on his own child but he had to. "Apologize to your mother and mean it. If I have even an inkling that you're not in it 100%, you're spending the summer with grandpa Bruce."
"Yes, sir." John nodded numbly, watching his father leave his room.
Jason Todd:
Jason took off his boots by the door when he heard the commotion. He could hear you and your daughter arguing. She was a teenager now- So, naturally, the world was against her and she was against her mom for everything.
"Woah- Where's the fire?" He joked, entering the lounge, kissing your cheek.
"I found this in her room." You sighed, showing Jason the domino mask, along with some gear. "She's the new vigilante."
"Why were you in my room in the first place?!" She yelled. "It's an invasion of privacy!"
"Okay- First- Let's not yell." Jason tried to mitigate.
"I was there to pick your laundry. Not snoop." You said again. "And we've already had this discussion multiple times. I have told you- I don't want you in this life."
"Dad!" She looked to Jason, "Can you tell mom to not be such an uptight bitch?! I'm doing good in this city!"
You sucked in a sharp breath. "Calliope-"
Whereas, Jason had gone dangerously still. "What did you just say?" He looked at her, his green eyes pulsing a glow.
"I didn't mean-" She backtracked, colour draining from her face.
"Not the question. What did you just call my wife?" He repeated.
Maybe the scary part was that Jason never raised his voice. But his scars and eyes glowing did the fear for him.
"A bitch." She swallowed, looking down.
"Right." Jason folded his arms. "For worrying about you- For picking up after you- For having reasonable concerns. For loving you enough to not want you to get hurt. And this is how you behave?"
"I'm doing real good." She argued back.
"Let me say this once because if I have to repeat it, there will be cosmic consequences. Do you understand?" Jason said softly and she nodded once, "Good. Now, you will never be a vigilante in this or any city. If you want to do good, use your trust fund to give back to the community. Secondly, if you ever speak to your mother- and most importantly, to my wife that way again, you will go to your Uncle Damian's at Nanda Parbat for every vacation and holiday. You know. Since you want to be a vigilante so bad. You should have the proper training."
"Yes, dad." She nodded, horrified.
"Good. I'm gonna go shower." He kissed your temple again then turned to his daughter. "Apologize to your mother and when I come down for dinner and there's even the tiniest bit evidence that she's still upset or hurt- Like I said. Cosmic consequences."
Tim Drake:
"Babe?" Tim called out, dragging his feet to your shared bedroom. "I can't even start to explain how bad today was-" He entered the room, loosening his tie. "Tell me why the board is so-" He paused, you were sitting on the bed, wringing your fingers togther, eyes full of tears. "Uhh- What happened? Someone die in one of your books again?" He teased.
You sniffed, wiping your tears. "No- It's nothing." You gave him a weepy smile. "Sorry I-"
"Don't. Don't do that. Tell me what happened?" He caressed your cheek gently.
"Something Teddy said. It's really nothing- Just my insecurities." You brushed it off but alarm bells were already ringing in his head.
"What did he say?" He asked softly, already knowing that right after this conversation, he'd be going to his son's room.
"It's stupid. Kids say stupid things." You tried again.
"He's 22. So... no. What did he say?" He asked again.
You sighed deeply. "He's been stuck on this Tort Law assignment and I guess he was just frustrated- I said I could help and he-" You bit the inside of your cheek, "He said that if he wanted to ask help from a dropout, he'd ask."
"Right." Tim rubbed at his temple. "Okay. Um- Yeah-" He stood up and left the room.
Teddy was in his room, still hunched over his desk, trying to work out the assignment. He heard the door open then close, he didn't pay much mind to it until Tim cleared his throat.
"Oh, hey dad. What's-" He looked over his shoulder and paused. Tim looked... off. "Is everything okay?"
"I don't know. You tell me." He smiled and sat on his son's bed. "Anything interesting happen today?"
"Uh- No? Why?" Teddy's brows furrowed.
"No? Really? Then you didn't behave rudely to your mother?" He asked, the smile still there.
Teddy groaned and rolled his eyes, swivelling his chair to face Tim. "I didn't say anything wrong. She doesn't understand what I'm studying-" He doubled down.
"Funny. Because she was my tutor in college. That's how we met." Tim shrugged. "And if my wife hadn't gotten pregnant, she would've had a degree right now instead of a rude and ungrateful son."
Teddy suddenly felt very sick. "What?"
"Yup. She was your age. Whole life planned. And you know what she did? She picked you. And she's picked you ever since that day. And you?" He let out an exhaled laugh, "Today, I come home to find out that you took one of her biggest sacrifices and threw it back at her because you were frustrated."
"I didn't know." Teddy said shamefully.
"It's not about knowing. You shouldn't have something so cruel to begin with." Tim corrected. "You made her cry."
Teddy blinked and looked at Tim. "Mom cried?" His voice was tiny. "I- I didn't- Fuck-" He shot out of his chair, stumbling, almost falling, running to the door. "I'm sorry- I'm sorry-" He ran out of the room to find you. "Mama! I'm so sorry!"
Damian Wayne:
"Absolutely not. Your father will flay you alive." You shook your head, going back to your book.
"Mom, please. It'll be fun!" Alfred begged, "Come on."
"Honey- It'll be your funeral." You laughed and turned the page.
"Please!" He whined again, "It'll be fun. I've never seen Baba flip out."
"And for good reason." You rolled your eyes and looked up from your book. Damn, those puppy eyes. "Ugh- Fine. But I'm not saving you when he goes all Demon's Head on you."
"Ah! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!" He said gleefully, giving you a hug and running off.
You sighed. This was going to be a disaster but a part of you wanted to see how it would play out. So, here you were, sitting in the study, Alfred setting a camera on the shelf.
"Okay, ready?" He whispered with giggles.
"I still don't approve." You said, "But I won't lie- I am curious..."
Alfred smiled brightly then straightened up. He took a big breath in and then yelled. "Shut up, mama!!"
Before he could even react, a ninja's star wizzed past his ear, lodging itself in the wall.
"Baba!" He squeaked, "You-"
"You dare speak to my wife like that?" Damian growled, "You dare to disrespect the woman that gave you life?"
"Baba! Wait! I can expla- ah!" He dodged the next ninja star. "Wait! Mama!"
"You will not intervene me disciplining him-" Damian whipped his head at you.
"I'm not, my love. Carry on-" You said lazily, watching with amusement.
"Mama!" Alfred yelped, dodging another attack from Damian. "It was just a prank! Just to get a reaction from you!" He scrambled away on the floor.
Damian went still, his gaze narrowing. "You wished for my wrath for a video?" He took one look around and caught the phone propped between books. He threw a ninja star at it, breaking the phone into pieces.
"Mama! Please!" Alfred begged.
"Nope. I told you it was a bad idea." You laughed, then turned a page.
"You chose to not listen to your mother?" Damian hissed.
"Okay, my bad! My very bad! This is escalating too fast!" Alfred ran between the shelves.
"Apologize. Now." Damian's voice carried in the shadows.
"I'm sorry- I'm so sorry- Mama!! Help me!" He cried out.
You sighed softly and put your book aside. "My love?" You said sweetly and Damian hummed. "I think he learned his lesson."
"He did not." He huffed. "Come out. Now. I won't attack you anymore." Alfred shuffled out in full view. "So, you decided to not listen to your mother and then disrespect her for a prank to get a reaction out of me?" He nodded weakly. "You do know that if it had been anyone but you, the first start would have lodged itself in your heart. Yes?"
Alfred gulped. "Yes, Baba."
"Good." Damian nodded. "Now- You will write a 3000-word essay explaining that you understand what you did was wrong. And then you were clean the training room of the assassins."
Alfred's eyes bugged out of his head. "The assassins' training room?" He whispered. "But that's-"
"Quite big. I'm aware." Damian smiled. "Should take just enough days as your spring break?"
"Should've listened to me." You said softly as he groaned and left the study.
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ✷ just Bruce being down bad for his woman :p
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ✷ bruce wayne x f!wife!reader
“Honey.”
Bruce’s voice carried through the bedroom for what had to be the sixth time that evening, low and patient in that practiced way only he could manage, though the faint strain beneath it betrayed him entirely. He sat in the leather chair near the windows of the penthouse suite, one ankle resting over his knee, a crystal glass of whiskey balanced loosely in his hand as the amber glow of Gotham shimmered behind him. Rain threatened beyond the glass, clouds smothering the skyline in silver and charcoal, the city alive beneath him in distant sirens and flickering lights.
From the adjoining bathroom came the familiar sound of shuffling, the clink of makeup brushes against marble, and then her voice.
“I’m almost done!”
Bruce closed his eyes slowly.
Almost done.
Right.
The soft ticking of the watch on his wrist felt louder now, mocking him. Seven o’clock reservations had become seven-thirty nearly twenty minutes prior, and somewhere downtown an irritated maître d’ was undoubtedly giving their table away to someone else. Bruce had specifically cleared tonight for her. No meetings. No patrol until later. No Wayne Foundation calls. Just dinner. Just her.
And despite all of that, despite the irritation simmering quietly beneath his composed exterior, he still couldn’t truly find it in himself to care.
Because he knew what was coming.
He knew eventually that bathroom door would open, and she would walk out looking devastating enough to make him forget every coherent thought in his head.
She always did.
Bruce tipped his head back against the chair and exhaled slowly through his nose, staring up at the ceiling as he rolled the whiskey over his tongue. He could hear her moving around again, muttering something under her breath, followed by an annoyed huff.
A smile threatened at the corner of his mouth despite himself.
The bathroom door finally opened.
Bruce looked up immediately.
And there she was.
Every ounce of annoyance vanished so quickly it almost embarrassed him.
She stepped out carefully, one hand braced against the doorframe while the other adjusted the fabric hugging her waist, and Bruce felt something in his chest tighten with dangerous intensity. The dress clung to her like it had been made specifically for her body, elegant and dark, the kind of thing designed to ruin men quietly. Soft skin glowed beneath the warm bedroom lighting, her hair falling around her shoulders in effortless waves that probably took far too much effort to create.
Bruce’s gaze dragged over her slowly, helplessly.
God.
“I’m sorry, my love,” she sighed dramatically, though the smile tugging at her lips ruined any sincerity. “I was struggling with my zipper.” Her eyes met his then, warm and teasing. “Help me?”
Bruce set his glass down carefully before he did something reckless like shatter it in his grip.
Without a word, he sat forward in the chair as she crossed the room toward him, heels clicking softly against the hardwood floors. She stopped directly in front of him before turning around, sweeping all her hair over one shoulder to expose the bare line of her back and the half-zipped dress hanging scandalously low.
Bruce’s jaw tightened.
His hands found her hips instinctively, large and warm against the silk fabric, and he guided her backward until she settled onto his lap with a soft laugh.
“Bold,” she murmured.
Bruce barely heard her.
His attention was fixed entirely on the exposed skin inches from his face.
Slowly, deliberately, he reached for the zipper.
His fingers brushed against the small of her back first, and he felt her shiver instantly beneath his touch. That alone nearly undid him. Bruce pulled the zipper upward at an agonizing pace, eyes following every inch as the fabric closed together little by little. Not because it needed to take that long.
But because he wanted an excuse to touch her.
To look at her.
To keep her exactly where she was.
Once the zipper reached the top, Bruce’s hand lingered there. His fingers flattened gently against the back of her neck before he leaned forward, pressing a slow kiss against her shoulder.
The tension in the room shifted immediately.
“Do we have to go?” he asked quietly against her skin.
She smiled instantly, hearing exactly what hid beneath his voice.
“What do you mean?” she asked innocently, though amusement danced in her tone. “Of course we do. It’s date night.”
Bruce’s hands tightened almost imperceptibly around her waist.
“I know.” His voice dropped lower, rougher now. “But we’re already thirty minutes late.” Another kiss brushed against her shoulder, slower this time. “The restaurant has probably given our table away.” His nose skimmed lightly along the curve of her neck. “And I know I just helped put this dress on but…”
He trailed off deliberately.
Because his hands were already moving.
One slid from her waist to her thigh, fingers spreading over bare skin where the slit of her dress exposed her leg. The other traveled upward, gliding along her waist before settling against her stomach, holding her firmly against him.
She felt warm.
Too warm.
Bruce lowered his head again, pressing another kiss just beneath her ear, and her breathing hitched softly.
That sound nearly destroyed whatever restraint he had left.
“Bruce,” she warned, though the laugh in her voice weakened the effect entirely.
“Hm?”
“We’re supposed to be going out.”
“We can reschedule.”
“You made those reservations two months ago.”
“I’ll buy the restaurant.”
That made her laugh properly.
A real laugh.
Bruce finally allowed himself to smile against her skin, eyes closing briefly as he soaked in the sound of it. God, he loved that sound. More than the quiet of the manor. More than victory. More than sleep after patrol. Her laughter was one of the few things in the world capable of silencing every violent thought in his head.
“You cannot buy every problem away,” she informed him.
Bruce leaned back slightly, finally looking at her face.
“Yes, I can.”
The confidence in his tone made her roll her eyes affectionately, but Bruce noticed the way her cheeks warmed beneath his stare. He always noticed. Bruce noticed everything about her.
The way her pulse fluttered at the base of her throat when he looked at her too long.
The way she unconsciously leaned into his touch even while pretending to resist him.
The way her lips parted slightly whenever his hands settled on her waist.
He knew her tells better than he knew his own.
And right now?
Right now she was seconds away from giving in.
Bruce rested his forehead lightly against her shoulder and exhaled slowly, his voice quieter when he spoke again.
“You look beautiful.”
Not flirtatious.
Not teasing.
Honest.
That was what made her fall silent.
Bruce Wayne was charming with everyone else. Effortlessly charismatic. Polished. Untouchable. But with her, the act disappeared. What remained was something rarer and infinitely more dangerous: sincerity.
He looked at her like he truly couldn’t believe she existed.
And maybe he still couldn’t.
His fingers brushed slowly up her arm as his gaze moved over her face again, softer now.
“I spent the entire week looking forward to tonight,” he admitted. “Not the restaurant. Not the reservations. Just…this.”
Her expression melted a little at that.
Bruce noticed immediately.
Of course he did.
His thumb traced slowly along her thigh again before he leaned closer, voice turning quieter, intimate enough to make heat curl low in her stomach.
“So forgive me if I’m struggling to care about dinner when you’re sitting on my lap looking like this.”
Y/n smiled while shifting carefully on his lap, she turned until she was facing him fully, one leg sliding along either side of his thighs as her hands rose to cradle his face. The sharp angles of Bruce Wayne always softened beneath her touch. His jaw unclenched first. Then his shoulders. Then those impossibly pretty eyes lifted to hers with that quiet intensity that still made her chest tighten after all this time.
She leaned down and kissed him gently.
The kind of kiss that lingered.
Bruce immediately chased after it when she pulled away, his mouth brushing hers once more before she could speak, clearly unwilling to let her go that easily.
“How about,” she began softly, her thumbs brushing along the stubble shadowing his jaw, “we go to the restaurant…” Another small kiss touched the corner of his mouth. “I’m sure they’ll magically find a table for Mister Bruce Wayne.”
Bruce huffed quietly through his nose, neither confirming nor denying the very obvious truth of that statement.
“We’ll eat their ridiculously overpriced pasta,” she continued, smiling now, “drink wine we’ll both pretend we can actually taste the difference between, and have a wonderful time.”
Bruce’s eyes never left her face.
Not once.
The attention was almost unbearable when he looked at her like this. Like the rest of the world had ceased existing the moment she climbed into his lap.
“And then,” she whispered, leaning closer, “we’ll come home.”
Her lips brushed his jaw.
Bruce’s grip on her waist tightened immediately.
She felt it.
Enjoyed it.
Slowly, deliberately, she pressed another kiss beneath his ear before trailing them upward, lingering just long enough to feel the subtle hitch in his breathing.
“And then,” she murmured directly against his ear, “you can take this dress off me, hm?”
The silence that followed was heavy.
Not empty.
Heavy.
Bruce’s hands spread wider against her waist, large enough to nearly span it completely, and his head tilted slightly as he looked at her with an expression that was becoming increasingly dangerous.
“Or,” he said slowly, voice roughened into something velvet-deep and unfairly attractive, “we skip dinner entirely…”
One hand slid from her waist to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him.
“…and cut straight to the part where I take the dress off.”
The bluntness of it made heat bloom across her cheeks.
There it was.
Not billionaire Bruce Wayne smiling for cameras.
Not Gotham’s charming prince.
Just Bruce.
Direct. Certain. Possessive in a way he only ever allowed himself to be with her.
Y/n rolled her eyes despite the smile tugging at her lips. “We’re going.”
Bruce stared at her for a long moment.
Genuinely stared.
Like he was reevaluating every life decision that had led him to this exact moment.
Then, with all the exhausted dramatics of a man being sent unwillingly to war, his head tipped backward against the chair and a long sigh escaped him.
It was such an exaggerated sigh that she nearly laughed again.
“You’re very cruel to me,” he muttered darkly.
“Mm,” she hummed. “You’ll survive. You’ve survived worse.”
Bruce’s gaze slid back to her immediately, entirely unconvinced.
“Debatable.”
That one earned him a laugh.
A real one.
Soft and bright and warm enough to pull the faintest smile from him in return.
God.
Bruce would burn cities down for that sound.
She slid carefully off his lap before he could change her mind—or before she changed it herself—and smoothed the fabric of her dress back into place. The silk settled perfectly against her body as she turned toward the mirror near the doorway to check her appearance one last time.
Behind her, Bruce remained seated.
Watching.
Shamelessly.
Completely shamelessly.
His eyes tracked her every movement with open appreciation, dark and unwavering as they moved over the elegant line of her spine, the curve of her waist, the soft sway of her hips beneath the dress he had been seconds away from peeling off her body himself.
Most men looked casually.
Briefly.
Bruce never did anything briefly.
He looked at her like a man committing artwork to memory before someone stole it away from him.
Like every glance mattered.
Like he still couldn’t fully believe she was real, let alone his.
And perhaps some wounded, guarded part of Bruce truly never would.
Because this—domesticity, softness, love uncomplicated by blood or violence—had never belonged in his world before her.
Yet there she stood in his bedroom, fixing an earring while his tie sat crooked because she’d distracted him fifteen minutes earlier.
Normal.
Beautiful.
His.
“Come on, Wayne,” she called finally, reaching for her clutch.
Bruce rose from the chair with the kind of effortless grace that always made him look dangerous even in a tailored suit. Six-foot-something of broad shoulders, expensive cologne, old money confidence, and concealed violence wrapped neatly beneath black Tom Ford.
He adjusted the cuffs of his jacket before tugging once at his tie.
Then he paused.
A nearly invisible grimace crossed his face as he subtly adjusted the front of his trousers.
Y/n caught it instantly.
Her eyes widened in amusement.
“Oh my God.”
Bruce looked entirely unapologetic.
“You whispered in my ear,” he said flatly, as though that explained everything.
“It was one sentence.”
“It was a very effective sentence.”
She bit down on her smile as Bruce grabbed his wallet from the dresser and crossed the room toward her, every movement composed despite the situation he was currently blaming entirely on her.
When he reached her, he rested one hand against the small of her back automatically, grounding himself there like second nature.
“This,” he muttered as he guided her toward the bedroom door, “is going to be a very long night.”
The smirk she sent him over her shoulder was downright lethal.
— After months dating, you now can't hold back whenever you see how adorable Jason can be sometimes, leaving Jason a little confused.
!!: request! fluff. gn!reader. no use of y/n. established relationship. drabble (1k words). English is not my first language.
A/N: thank you @currentblasphemy for requesting this! I hope you like it 🫶🏻
[dc masterlist]
Jason knew he was an attractive guy. He was big and strong and totally your type.
He knew you went crazy every time he came out from the shower. You would be staring shamelessly at his bare chest and he would do anything to stay shirtless as much time as possible for you to enjoy the view.
He also knew you tended to touch his arms every time he wore a short-sleeve shirt, that’s why he did things to flex his biceps without being too obvious.
What he didn't know was that—aside from finding him hot and sexy—you found him cute.
You had mentioned it yesterday while making dinner. You had just put the garlic bread inside of the oven, and Jason was on the stove stirring the pasta, when you suddenly let out a high pitched noise and hugged him from the back with too much force.
“You’re such a cutie!” You had said, while pressing your cheek to his huge back and tightening your embrace on his waist. No more than two seconds later, you had slipped in between the kitchen counter and Jason's body just to squish his cheeks and give him a rough kiss on the lips.
He didn’t know what had gotten into you that night, but from your point of view, Jason looked too fucking adorable. He had been stirring the pan with so much care, his tongue was sticking out of his mouth, and his hair wasn’t fully dry from the shower yet, which made him look like a huge teddy bear, so soft and huggable.
“I love you so much, babe,” you had said after the kiss while hugging his neck with more force than normal, but not enough to choke him. Jason had laughed, because—what else was he supposed to do? You had never acted like this before.
And today, while he was alone at home and you were at work, he couldn’t help but replay in his mind your behaviour from last night.
The force you had hugged him with, or the way you had bit your lip—like you were trying too hard to contain your feelings. It was a side of you he had only seen the day you met Haley for the first time, when Dick came for a surprise visit to his beloved brother.
Trying to stop thinking about last night, he moved towards the bookshelf and picked one of the books he was currently reading, to keep him busy while he waited for you.
When you arrived home you found Jason seated on one of the living room’s beanbags, the ones you had insisted on buying because they were comfy to read in. He was holding the book with one hand while the other was prepared to turn the page. He had a tiny smile of anticipation while his eyes moved quickly across the text.
He was really enjoying the book and he looked so cute like that.
So, instead of announcing your arrival, you dropped your bag on the floor and ran towards your boyfriend. You threw yourself on top of him before giving him time to save the page, holding his face with both your hands and started kissing him all over.
“Hi, baby,” he said, finally snapping out of his trance while you kept kissing him.
“You’re so cute, I could eat you.” You pulled away to look at his shocked face for just a second before going back to kiss him.
“Excuse me?” His hands moved slowly—the total opposite from your quick and never-ending kisses—placing them on your waist after leaving the book on the floor.
Suddenly, you stopped. You had a bright smile on your face, while you looked at your boyfriend with too much joy.
“Hi,” you said.
Jason started laughing, like he did yesterday night, moving one hand to rub his face.
“What has gotten into you?” He asked.
“Nothing, you’re just so adorable and I just want to hug you and kiss you so hard.” You bit his cheek this time.
“Ouch! Should I be concerned?” He rubbed his cheek once you pulled away.
“Not at all,” you said, giving him another kiss, but this time softer and on his lips, quite surprising behaviour after your previous intense affection.
“Really? Because the last time you acted like this was with Haley.”
Jason remembered that time all too well. You walked into the apartment and were instantly greeted by the cutest dog ever, because Dick had decided that Haley needed to be introduced to the family and Jason was the best start. You had started talking with a very high pitched voice while scratching, caressing and hugging the dog. You looked like you were going to explode anytime soon, and it was all from the love that had taken over your body.
“That’s because both of you are the cutest.” You stood up from the beanbag and went to pick up your bag to take it to your room.
Jason stood up too, grabbed his book, bookmarked it properly, and followed you.
“No, explain yourself. Do you think I look like a dog?” Jason asked while entering your shared bedroom.
“That’s not what I said,” you defended yourself while putting the stuff from your bag back into its place.
“You placed both of us into the same category!”
“Because both of you are cute in different ways. Haley is a dog, and dogs are cute. You’re handsome and strong, but so freaking adorable when you don’t realize,” you explained.
“I’m not cute! Have you seen this?” He pointed to himself. He was wearing a regular black shirt that hugged his torso deliciously, and those damn grey sweatpants. To add a point to his argument Jason flexed his arm, showing you his tasty bicep.
You couldn’t hold back the smirk, licking your lips at the sight of your boyfriend’s muscles. “Fine, yes, you are hot, but you can also be adorable.”
“You’re destroying my ego here, baby,” he said, pulling you towards him by your waist.
You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, “I love you, my hot sexy boyfriend.”
He showed a boyish grin “That’s better.”
“And adorable,” you added.
Because yes, Jason was hot, but he was also so adorable it made you feel like you wanted to explode with love—and what better way to show it than with your very aggressive way of showing affection?
Summary - They believe that you are fighting and try to make it up to you- only to find out you aren’t fighting.
Characters - Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd
Bruce Wayne
⭐︎ You and Bruce don’t fight often, which is why it makes it such a dire situation to Bruce.
⭐︎ Your fights are usually quiet ones, a comment here or there but no yelling or shouting. Bruce isn’t an explosive man, his irritation and anger runs cold. You match his energy in a way that is both good and bad, especially when you are fighting.
⭐︎ It had started with you getting angry at him getting home late from patrol. He was irritated at first that you seemed to disregard the people who needed him. Then after a few days he calm down enough to see it from your perspective.
⭐︎ Bruce Wayne is someone who believes that actions speak louder than words so he calls up your favorite florist and sends multiple bouquets of your favorite flowers to your office.
⭐︎ He is slightly nervous to talk to you since you have been a little distant after your fight. Multiple times on the walk to your office he messing with his tie, just to give himself something to do to sieve off the anxiety.
⭐︎ You are looking at the note he told the florist to write when he knocks on your door. Your smile is radiant as you look over at him, no trace of irritation or anger on your face to be seen.
⭐︎ Bruce feels like he did a good job when you walk over to kiss him. He hasn’t had too much contact with you for a couple days since he was keeping his distance so he welcomes your touch like a man starved.
“What is this for?” You ask after pulling back from kissing him. “Did I miss something?”
Bruce blinks down at you in confusion, “You were upset with me about arriving home late, I am sorry for worrying you.”
A look of confusion crosses your face before you start laughing.
“The whole time you thought I was upset with you?” You stop laughing to give himself something a soft look. “I’m sorry Love, I was busy with work so you must have thought I was ignoring you.”
Bruce feels sheepish now that he got the situation wrong. “You don’t need to apologize for my misunderstanding-”
You kiss him mid sentence, cutting him off.
“The flowers are perfect don’t apologize.”
Dick Grayson
⭐︎ Dick would like to think that you don’t argue often and you agree except for the constant back and forth of him stretching himself too thin and putting everyone’s needs over his.
⭐︎ The fight happens when he misses a date because they needed his help in Gotham. He had left you a note and a text about it. There was a lot of apologies in both. But when he got back to his apartment all the lights were off and you were gone.
⭐︎ Your fights are usually conversations, there isn’t yelling involved unless it’s really bad. You always wanted to talk things out rather than just leaving them lie. So you leaving without talking about it made him scared.
⭐︎ Dick is a little desperate when he feels like he is being left. There’s an involuntary coil of dread that settles in his stomach every time. He always needs to make it right as soon as possible, he can’t wait because he is afraid of never seeing you again.
⭐︎ So he runs down to the 24 hour convince store a block down from his apartment to get, admittedly, a lot of your favorite candy. Then he breaks into the florist shop across the street to grab a premade bouquet of flowers, he makes sure to leave them money plus a little extra because he broke in.
⭐︎ He is stressing himself out the whole way to your apartment. The thought that you won’t have the window unlocked like usual crosses his mind. He imagines you locking him out and refusing to even see him.
⭐︎ When Dick knocks on your window at 2am you open it up with sleep still in your eyes. You look beautiful even half asleep, confused and in one of his old tee shirts. Your eyes eventually focus in on the bag and flowers.
“Dick? These are wonderful,” You take the flowers from his slightly trembling hands. “but why are you bringing me flowers at 2am?”
Dick pauses midway through climbing through your window, “You are mad at me for missing our date so I thought getting you flowers would help.”
Your expression softens as you take a deeper look at him, seeing the anxiety in his rigid posture and the desperation in his eyes as he takes off his domino mask.
“Oh baby.” You says softly and pull him into a hug. “I am so sorry my friend had to rush her pet to the vet and had no car so I drove her. In all the rush I forgot to text you that it was fine.”
Dick exhales, all the tension in his body leaving with the air. He slumps a little as the adrenaline from crime fighting and this whole debacle evaporates.
“Thank god.” He whispers as you guide him over to your bed and gently pull him down onto it.
“I will always tell you if I have an issue,” You press a kiss to his brow, “promise.”
Jason Todd
⭐︎ You and Jason try not to fight often. It reminds Jason of darker days and you just don’t enjoy the conflict.
⭐︎ But when it happens it’s loud. Jason doesn’t start out yelling, he doesn’t enjoy it. But that’s usually what it devolves into, the two of you yelling over each other over something you can’t even remember.
⭐︎ Jason always needs time to cool off after. He leaves the apartment so he can get some air, climbing up to the roof or going on patrol early depending on what time it is.
⭐︎ This time was a little different, there wasn’t yelling or raised voices, just a slow sigh and you leaving the apartment.
⭐︎ The fight started over a bookshelf. You were insistent that you could put it together yourself while Jason wanted to help. After a couple minutes of him trying to help you told him that you wanted to do it yourself. He left the room then a few seconds later you were grumbling, putting on your shoes and slamming the apartment door.
⭐︎ Jason knew that you enjoyed doing things yourself so him trying to help must have made you angry with him. He didn’t leave like usual, instead he began to clean. It was a nervous habit that stemmed from needing control over something. He left the book shelf alone because it was the source of the argument but everything thing else he could clean was.
⭐︎ You came home an hour later to a spotless apartment and dinner ready. Jason was moving around the kitchen silently when you set the bag you got from the hardware store on the counter.
“Thanks for making dinner Jay.” You walk over to wrap your arms around him.
He tenses a little and you pull back immediately.
“You are sending me mixed messages.” Jason says with a furrow between his brows.
You frown in confusion, “What do you mean?”
“You left earlier because you were angry and now you aren’t upset.” Jason points out to you.
Your eyes widen with realization then soften, “Jay, I didn’t have the right screw for the bookshelf.”
Jason feels the tension bleed out of him at your words. You hug him again and he won’t say it out loud but he holds you tighter than he has ever held anyone else.
“If I am angry at you believe me you would know.” You laugh.
“Good.” Jason breathes out in relief.
“Now,” You pull away and walk to the bag. “do you want to help me put this together? I am way past the point of having any pride to defend.”
He grins, “It would be my pleasure.”
Blue’s notes - Imagine being in a family prized for detective skills and misreading a situation lol. None of these men can have a straight forward conversation about feelings. Also Dick’s is so much more angsty then intended, it originally was just a funny misunderstanding then my brain was like ‘make him suffer’ and I succumbed to the voices.
summary: Turns out you had met the Waynes well before meeting your husband.
pairing: Bruce Wayne x fem!reader
tags and warning(s): Nothing as far as I'm aware, wrote this in an hour and I'm way too sleepy to proofread this. some info might not be accurate, Maybe OOC
word count:1.1k
dc mlist bruce wayne mlist
Bruce Wayne had a hollow pit in his heart that ached for the simple things in life, such as Jason picking up his call, dick staying the night at the manor, among others. But like everyone else, he wished for things that could never happen, like his parents alive and well beyond their early thirties, and meeting you, his wife.
But what if fate had other plans?
It's a random Tuesday as Bruce, and you stand in the middle of your grandfather's beloved attic. The wooden floors creak under your weight, dust particles moving in spirals as the early rays of sunshine flit through the glass panes of the dormer window. Your mother had asked for your help in cleaning your grandparents' place, and so you pulled in Bruce - offering him a break from his corporate duties, which he gladly agreed to.
"Wow, I did not realise my grandad hoarded so many things", you say, looking at the vast number of trinkets and boxes stacked along the walls on both sides of the attic. Each was well organised, with a label pasted on the top.
"Your grandad was a man of culture", Bruce chuckles, looking at the various band posters from the 40s and 50s. There were even autographs from some of them, neatly preserved.
Both of you got to work immediately, knowing it would be hours before everything was cleaned out. You had decided to split the work by concentrating on different ends of the triangular room.
Bruce had struck gold by ending up in the corner where your granddad had seemed to store much of the photo albums and cassettes, stacked on top of each other, labeled in detail about what the insides contained. It gave Bruce an insight to your family, a family from looking at the albums that had photos from back since your grandparents got married, having their daughter — your mother, to her getting married, and having you.
He had seen a lot of your photos since the early days of dating, but these were different. Your grandfather was an avid photographer, and Bruce could sense it through the varied angles and poses that he made everyone do.
"Having fun, huh?" you mumble, looking at Bruce as he suppresses a chuckle while looking at the pictures of you — a two-year-old, wearing a princess gown and a wand gripped tightly within your grubby fingers.
"You get stuck with the more fun part, while I have to dust some old documents", you grumble, looking at files and files of documents.
"Do you wanna exchange, sweetheart?"
"Nope," you say, emphasizing the 'p' as you shift to the next box, "Besides, I like hearing you laugh, even if it comes at the cost of my pictures"
An hour passes by.
You had finished four out of the twelve boxes. Heaving a sigh, you decide it's time for a well-deserved break. And what better to do than annoy your beautiful husband?
"Bruce, Brucie Wayne," you turn to look at him at the lack of any response "Bruce?"
Bruce doesn't answer, his broad back turned towards you. There is something different in the air from a few minutes ago, almost tinged with melancholic fragrance. You move towards, hoping to see what made him go so still, only to let out a gasp when you see it.
There you were, maybe five or six years old, wearing a large doctor's coat that reached well beyond your limbs, dragging onto the marble floor and a cute pink stethoscope around your neck. But that was not what made you gasp; it was the couple you were standing with in the photo.
Thomas and Martha Wayne.
Both of them were crouched next to you on either side. Thomas Wayne in his fitting black suit paired with a dark blue silk necktie embellished with motifs, while Martha Wayne wore a simple black silk dress paired with a blue tweed jacket.
There was a tiny piece of description below the photograph, a little shabby, like your grandpa wasn't sure what to write.
' Y/N & famous couple from Gotham (VHS #155)'
Bruce let out a laugh— loud but bittersweet. It made sense for your grandad to not know them, considering the only people he thought to be rich were the Queens.
You looked at Bruce, his eyes a little glazed as you cupped his face, fingers rubbing against the expanse of his cheek. Pressing a small kiss on his forehead, you whisper, "Shall we watch the VHS tape?"
He hums as you both try finding the exact tape among two hundred of them. Once retrieved, you dust the Toshiba VCR at the corner, pulling it slightly towards the center. You and Bruce try to get it to start since it probably hasn't been used in a while.
After a few minutes, the VCR lights up. Inserting the tape, you press play, and both of you stand back, Bruce's arm over your shoulder as you lay your head on his chest, arms wrapped around his waist.
The VCR displays a blue gradient before buzzing to a grainy film of you in a purple and pink frock , smiling widely at the camera. There's a lot of noise around you — people clapping , speeches being read as your grandad records the stage when Thomas Wayne was giving his speech. Bruce shifted a little, hand holding yours a little tighter, from hearing his father's voice after so many years.
The video then shifts to you, standing in front of the couple, wearing a pink stethoscope and a white coat a little too large for your frame. Martha Wayne smiles , a smile so radiant, before crouching down to her knees as she shakes your hand.
"Hi, there. What's your name?"
You say your name before letting out a giggle at her calling you beautiful.
"You want to be a doctor when you grow up?" She asks, hands pointing at the instrument hanging around your neck.
"Yes, ma'am. I want to be a heart doctor," you say, peering at the woman beside you. Thomas Wayne smiles before exchanging pleasantries with your grandfather.
"Oh, that's wonderful! You will be a great doctor one day, my dear."
And with that, the VHS comes to an end.
Bruce sniffles a little , his hands holding your waist, chin placed on top of your head. Silence fills the space along with the sounds of your nieces playing around the house. You don't know how long the both of you stayed like that, but it could have been forever, and you didn't mind at all.
Bruce is beyond happy. While it may not be visible to the naked eye, you could feel the joy emanating from the open crevices of grief and gaps of affection. He was happy that you —his wife, the love of his life — had met his parents. And they had gotten the chance to meet you.
Perhaps both of you really were soulmates.
A/N: Comments and Reblogs appreciated! Writing something for bruce after a long time.
jason shows up at your apartment looking like he stepped out of one of those cliché dark romance novels he pretends not to read, leather jacket slung over one shoulder, hair messy, scars peeking from the collar of his shirt. you’ve been seeing each other for weeks now—stolen kisses turning heated, hands wandering but never quite there.
tonight you finally drag him to your bed, convinced jason’s done this dance before. he talks a big game, after all.
“been thinking about this,” he mutters against your mouth as you pull him down on top of you, voice already rough. “fuck, you have no idea.”
clothes come off fast. he’s hard and thick and trembling just a little when you guide him between your legs. you wrap your hand around him, stroking a few times, and he hisses through his teeth, eyes squeezed shut like he’s concentrating hard—probably thinking of whatever isn’t how his tip’s right up against your cunt. “easy, princess. don’t—shit.”
you think it’s just the heat of the moment. you line him up and he pushes in slow, groaning low and broken as your walls squeeze around him. he wasn’t lying about being big, his size stretching you just right, and for a second it feels perfect. then his hips jerk once, twice, and he buries himself deep with a wrecked sound, coming hard before you even get a chance to adjust.
the silence hits for a moment. you feel the warm rush inside you and blink up at him. “jason… did you just—”
“shut up,” he grunts, face burning red under the scars, but he doesn’t pull out right away. he’s still half-hard, breathing like he ran across rooftops. “it’s been a minute, alright? don’t make it a thing.”
you start laughing, soft and playful, hooking your legs around his waist to keep him close. “a minute? jay, be honest. was that your first time? you lied to me, you cocky bastard.”
he tries to play it off, smirking even as embarrassment floods his cheeks. “what? no. i’ve done this. plenty. you’re just… really fucking tight, okay? caught me off guard.” his voice cracks a little on the last word and it only makes you grin wider.
“plenty, huh?” you tease, rolling your hips experimentally and feeling him twitch inside you. “could’ve fooled me with that two-pump chump performance. my big tough red hood, coming the second he gets it in. that’s adorable.”
jason groans, burying his face in your neck, but you feel him starting to harden again already. interesting. you press further, voice sweet and mean all at once. “aw, poor virgin boy. all that talk about ‘handling’ me and you blow your load before i even moan your name. how embarrassing.”
“fuck you,” he mutters, but there’s no heat in it. he lifts his head, green eyes dark and a little glassy, hips shifting like he just can’t fucking help it. “i’m not—okay, fine. maybe i haven’t. happy now? still gonna bust my balls about it or are you gonna let me make it up to you?”
you laugh again and squeeze around him on purpose. “oh i’m definitely busting your balls. look at you, getting hard again and all i’m doing is making fun of you. does the big bad vigilante have a little humiliation kink? that’s pathetic, todd. my virgin big mean boyfriend coming untouched basically.”
his breath hitches hard. fuck, your bullying’s getting him all riled up. he doesn’t know if he loves it or hates it. both. definitely both. “goddamn it, princess,” he rasps, voice gravel and shame and heat all mixed together. he rolls his hips experimentally, slower this time, hoping he won’t humiliate himself for a second time tonight. “keep running your mouth like that and i won’t last a second time either. you gonna keep bullying me or help me fix this?”
“both,” you say sweetly, dragging your nails down his back. “because it’s cute watching you try to act cocky while your dick’s betraying you. came so fast for me, baby. first time and you couldn’t even hold it together. how many times did you jerk off thinking about this and still fold instantly, hmm?”
jason curses under his breath, thrusting shallow and careful now, face flushed but eyes locked on yours with that stubborn defiance. “keep talking shit and i’ll make sure the second round actually lasts long enough to shut you up. virgin or not, i learn fast. and you,” he leans in, biting your shoulder lightly, “love having the big scary red hood embarrassed and leaking for you. don’t you?”
you do. and the way he’s getting harder with every teasing word tells you he loves it even more.
the grip he has on your hips seconds later tells you he’s about to redeem himself as best as he could. because he’s right, virgin or not, the guy learns fast.
fully based on tears by sabrina🫦 suggestive, language, short as hell
You had been sitting on the couch for about an hour now, watching your boyfriend screw in the pieces of a bookshelf you recently bought.
His shirt was off because of course it was, he was wearing a pair of black sweatpants as he sat on the floor with the manual open and a pencil in his hand.
He grabbed one of the pieces and looked down at the manual to see where it was supposed to go but scratched his head instead. He told you he would build you a bookshelf from scratch but of course you were too impatient to wait for it so you had just gone online and ordered one.
He let out a deep breath and got up on his knees to piece it together as best as he could while you just laid on the couch on your stomach, a lollipop in your mouth and your gaze shamelessly fixated on Jason’s abs but he was too busy to even tease you about it.
You watched as his biceps flexed each time he picked up a particularly heavy piece. A low grunt leaving his throat which left little to your imagination.
You bit the side of your lip and continued ogling him while he worked. He finally got up to do the upper pieces and as he stretched his body, you peered at the undone drawstrings of his sweatpants, causing them to loosely fall on his narrow hips, giving you a clear view of his happy trail.
He turned around, showing his back to you and bent down to grab a few screws to fix the last shelf and you almost choked on your lollipop as you saw the muscles on his back stretch and flex across his scars.
“Hey Jay,” you said finally, voice hoarse from being silent for so long.
“Yeah?” He asked absentmindedly, not looking at you.
You stood up from your seat and walked towards where he was, stopping right next to him.
“Want some candy?” You offered.
“Sure,” he mumbled, not even glancing at you.
You suppressed a giggle and pulled the cherry flavoured lollipop out of your mouth and rubbed it all over your lips. You grabbed his face next, making him let out a confused sound before you smashed your lips against his.
Your free hand raked in his hair while the other casually rested on his shoulder. Jason dropped the wooden plank on the floor with a thud and wrapped his arms around your waist. He licked and sucked the sticky candy off your lips with a gentle hum, making you chuckle into the kiss.
You pulled back but he leaned forward seeking your lips again but you smirked and put the lollipop back in your mouth.
“You think you’re so funny, huh?” Jason chided with a click of his tongue.
“Hilarious,” you replied. “You like cherry baby?”
“Hmm,” he hummed staring darkly in your eyes like his mind was somewhere else and he was not listening to a word you were saying.
“What?” You giggled, pulling the lollipop out of your mouth.
“Nothing,” he murmured, leaning forward to put his mouth on the candy in your hand as he let go of your waist.
“Hey it was mine,” you pouted when he stood up straight, sneaking the lollipop off your hands.
“Mhmm,” he hummed again.
“Words.”
“You’ll be hearing plenty once I’m done,” he murmured around the candy in his mouth and went back to assembling the shelf like nothing had happened.
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Summary - Jason plans out a whole proposal only to forget everything when he gets down on one knee.
Jason has always been a planner. Even when he was young he took comfort in making a plan. It makes him feel more confident in himself and in his abilities if he can make a plan and at least a dozen contingencies for said plan.
So when it came to him proposing to you he planned it out for months in advance.
You had begun dropping hints after your third anniversary, staring too long at rings in the windows of a jewelry store, making a secret wedding Pinterest board that he found open on accident on your phone, bringing up the future often.
Jason would be an idiot to not see your hints and come hell or high water he was going to make it happen.
So he started planning out the best date and time to propose to you. He probably looked a little crazy to his siblings as he set up a cork board in one of his many safe houses with ideas and dates.
Dick was the only one that thought his planning was sweet, everyone else thought he was stressing out about your answer. And maybe in a different time he would be but after three years of you staying and reassuring him that you wanted him he was sure that you would say yes.
He had the ring custom made with your anniversary etched on the inside of the band and a garnet in the center alongside two small diamonds. Dick and Roy had helped him pick it out, they argued most of the time but in they end helped, three months before he planned to propose.
There were multiple phone calls from his brother and best friend to hype him up in the two days before he planned to propose. He had outwardly scoffed at them calling him to tell him that you would obviously say yes but inwardly he appreciated the support.
When you walk out of your shared bedroom he almost gets on one knee there. You look radiant and Jason almost forgets his whole plan. He restrains himself because him proposing before dinner wasn’t planned.
First, Jason takes you to the bookshop where you met and has become a semi-frequent date spot.
It’s a small hole in the wall shop that really only people know in the upper east side know about. He knows the owner, an older woman named Meredith whose family had this shop for generations, and she was extremely excited to know that you two were getting engaged. She keeps it a secret for him but does give him a discount on the books you end up buying.
He really enjoys watching you read through the backs of books with a slight pinch between your brows. You eventually end up getting two since you couldn’t decide between them.
After you finish up at the book store he takes you a couple blocks down to an Italian restaurant that he knows is a front for the mafia but makes the best cannolis he has ever had so he lets it slide. You talk about your work, friends and anything else that comes to mind and Jason is happy to watch you talk.
When the check is dropped off by a gruff looking guy who gives Jason a knowing smile you reach for it and Jason lightly smacks your hand away from it.
“Nope.” He states simply.
“Jay-” You go to protest with a frown on your face.
“Nope!” His voice increases in volume as he takes the bill away from your hands.
You give him a huff and an eye roll before giving in. Jason feels particularly accomplished as he walks up to pay the bill.
Once the bill is settled Jason leads you back to your building and up to the roof.
He had some help decorating the roof since he was with you for most of the day. Steph and Cass had taken point on that because Steph had told him that his taste was tragic, Cass had agreed before pulling out Bruce’s credit card that she swiped off of him somehow.
“Jason.” You gasp softly at the lit up rooftop decorated with pillows and blankets for stargazing. “This is beautiful.”
He runs his hand over the back of his neck in embarrassment, “I just came up with the idea, Steph and Cass set everything up.”
You squeeze his hand softly, “You still thought of it and that’s what matters.”
Jason takes a deep breath, reaching for the ring box in his pocket. “I also have something else.”
You get a confused pinch between your brows that evens out into shock as Jason gets down on one knee.
He goes to say the long speech he had planned, the one where he told you how much you mean to him, how you love him the way he is, how you make him want to live again rather then just survive. Jason had pondered what to say for months.
But now as he look up into your shocked face and teary eyes his brain stutters to a stop.
“Please?” Jason breathes out, no other words in his mind.
“Yes.” You sob and throw yourself into his arms. “Yes! Oh my god Jay. Yes.”
Jason holds you with a smile on his face that’s so wide it hurts because you love him when he has a plan and even when he doesn’t.
Blue’s Notes - Late night update inspired by this post! It’s so Jason that I couldn’t not write it.
Jason used to think self-care was “taking a shower after patrol and maybe eating something that wasn’t cold pizza.” Now he has a whole shelf in the bathroom dedicated to the skincare routine you introduced him to. He grumbles about it, but you catch him using the fancy moisturizer you bought him when he thinks you’re not looking.
He lets you paint his nails black when you’re having a lazy Sunday. At first it was “just this once,” but now he picks the color himself sometimes — usually deep red or dark green to match his Hood aesthetic. He wears them under his gloves on patrol like a secret.
Shopping with you used to be torture for him. Now he actually enjoys it. He’ll let you drag him into stores and try on clothes you pick out, even if he pretends to hate it. The first time he bought a soft oversized sweater because “it smelled like you” when you hugged him in it, you knew he was hooked.
He started using your hair products. His hair is softer now, the white streak less brittle. When you run your fingers through it at night, he melts and pretends he’s not purring.
Jason used to wear the same three hoodies on rotation. Now his closet has actual outfits — nice jeans, button-downs you picked out, even a leather jacket that isn’t battle-worn. He wears them when he takes you on dates and looks ridiculously good doing it.
He lets you give him face masks. The first time you put a bright green one on him, he complained the whole time. Now he asks for the “blue one that smells like berries” when he’s had a rough patrol. He falls asleep with his head in your lap while it dries.
Bath bombs. He discovered them through you and is now lowkey obsessed. He’ll come home after a long night, run the water, and drop one in without saying anything. If you join him, he gets all soft and quiet, just holding you in the warm water.
He buys candles now. Not the cheap ones — the expensive ones that smell like books and rain and the cologne you like. He lights them when you’re over and pretends it’s “for the vibe” when really it’s because he wants the apartment to feel like home for you.
Jason used to cut his own hair with kitchen scissors. Now he lets you trim it in the bathroom, sitting on a stool while you carefully shape the white streak. He watches you in the mirror the whole time with the softest look on his face.
He wears your scrunchies. At first it was just to keep his hair out of his face while cooking. Now he has a drawer full of them in different colors you picked out. He’ll wear one on his wrist like a bracelet when he’s out in civilian clothes.
Self-care nights are sacred now. You introduced him to sheet masks, bath salts, and fluffy socks. He complains the whole time but always participates. The first time he asked for a “spa night” after a bad patrol, you almost cried from how proud you were.
He lets you dress him up for dates. You pick out button-downs and nice jeans and he wears them without argument. He even asks for your opinion now: “Does this look okay? I don’t want to embarrass you.”
Jason used to think cologne was “for rich assholes.” Now he has a signature scent you helped him choose — warm, woody, with a hint of spice. He wears it because he knows you like burying your face in his neck and breathing him in.
He takes baths with you. Not just showers. Full baths with bubbles and candles and him sitting behind you, arms around your waist, chin on your shoulder. He’s quiet during those moments, just holding you like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded.
On bad mental health days, he lets you pamper him. Face masks, head scratches, you reading to him while he lies with his head in your lap. He used to push you away when he felt like this. Now he leans into it because you make him feel safe enough to be soft.
He buys you matching pajamas. Soft, oversized ones in your favorite color. He pretends it’s “just practical” but the way he smiles when you wear them says otherwise.
Jason started journaling. Not the dramatic kind — just little notes about his day, things that made him happy, things he’s grateful for. Most of the pages end with your name. He keeps it hidden but leaves it open sometimes so you’ll see how much he loves you.
He lets you take care of him. When he comes home hurt, he doesn’t hide it anymore. He lets you patch him up, make him tea, hold him until the nightmares fade. He whispers “thank you” against your skin every time, like he still can’t believe he gets to have this.
The biggest change? He tells you he loves you now. Not just in grand gestures or quiet moments. He says it in the kitchen while you’re cooking, in the shower when you’re washing his hair, in the middle of the night when he thinks you’re asleep. He’s still learning how to be soft, but he’s trying — for you.
a/n: hope this fit the request well.. it was so fun to write omg
Summary - Dick and you have been dating for a couple months so he decides to start telling his family, with your permission, while you are off world. Only no one believes him. Thus begins a month of Dick trying and failing to convince a family of detectives that he has a girlfriend.
Event Masterlist
"Do you have to go?" Dick whines and flops back onto your bed dramatically next to you.
"Sadly I can't blow off an incoming space war for you." You laugh and push at his shoulder. "I will hopefully be back in about a month."
He sighs, letting his head lean back against the pillow so he can stare up at your ceiling, "I wish you didn't have to be so absent lately."
The humor on your face melts away into something softer as you fix some of his curls that have fallen into his face. He looks over at you with a longing that has sat in his chest for years.
"I asked for more time off so hopefully I will start working closer to home. After that I will be around more and I can finally meet your family properly."
The prospect of you being around more often makes him giddy but you meeting his family makes him a little nervous.
They are going to love you, he knows because Dick loves you. The problem was that he would most likely never have alone time with you ever again.
"I will let them know about us while you are gone so they can be eased into it." Dick decides aloud.
You give him a smile that makes him feel like he just won the lottery, "I am excited to meet them and the other Lanterns probably want to give you a shovel talk, especially Guy and Hal."
Dick can't help but roll his eyes at that, "They can't scare me, I'm not even scared of Batman."
"Maybe but they feel the need to so don't laugh at them too hard." You laugh and kiss his cheek.
Once you have left with the rest of the lanterns, and Hal and Guy have threatened him sufficiently, he decides to begin the process of telling his family.
Dick tells Bruce first, knowing his mentor would appreciate not being kept in the dark. He stays behind one night after patrol when everyone else is gone. Bruce calls him out on his constant fidgiting and Dick tells him the truth.
He gets a hum in response. Usually it would be a grunt of acknowledgement or something like that but instead he gets a hum that sounds extremely skeptical.
Dick narrows his eyes at him and doesn't call him out on it, just files it away for later.
One by one he pulls his family aside to tell them about you and each time he is either looked at with confusion or, in Jason's case, laughed at hysterically for ten minutes.
He doesn't know what is going on. Are they collectively pranking him? Have they all gone insane? Has he gone insane?
You are still off world so he feels particularly down as he stands on a rooftop over looking Gotham. He feels terribly like Bruce as he broods while the city moves below him.
"Nightwing." Bruce greets as he lands on the rooftop, followed by Jason and Damian.
Jason gives him a two fingered salute while Damian nods in his direction.
"Batman, Red Hood, Robin." Dick greets. "What do you need from me?"
"We need your help on a case-" Bruce starts and Dick immediately crosses over to their side of the roof, ready to help.
Bruce goes to continue talking but a bright streak of pink light illuminates the night sky.
Dick is almost knocked over by how fast you hug him, it knocks some of the air out of his lungs. As soon as he registers what is happening he hugs you back.
"Baby!" You float a little off the ground as you hold him. "I missed you so much!"
"I missed you to." Dick says with a soft smile.
You release him and he remembers that Bruce, Damian and Jason are still there.
Dick's smile turns to a self satisfied smirk.
"This is my partner." He looks smug as they all are in various states of shock.
"Hi!" You wave cheerfully at them, unaware of his uphill battle of getting his family to believe him.
"I thought you made it up Richard," Damian regains his ability to speak first. "She is very out of your league."
Dick groans in frustration while you hold back laughter.
He wishes he never told his family about you.
Blue’s notes - Star Sapphire reader how I love you 💕 also this idea is hilarious to me.
cw: reader wears makeup, fluffy with a capital f, very short
Jason Todd loves to watch you when you do your makeup. He’s in absolute awe with your precision and skill.
He also loves asking you questions every time.
“how’d you do that?” He asks when you apply your eyeliner. “It matches your other eye perfectly.”
you roll your eyes playfully. “Shut up, it does not. They look like inbred cousins and they’re supposed to look like twins.”
he gave you a kiss on the cheek. “You need to stop criticizing yourself.”
he’s also terrified of your eyelash curler. Jason Todd has faced countless criminals and villains, and even death, but watching you use an eyelash curler makes him shiver.
“How does that not rip out your eyelashes?!”
“Lots of practice. Also you don’t pull on it. You keep it in the same spot at all times.”
He watches you in awe every morning as you get ready for work. Of course he thinks you’re gorgeous without makeup, but he knows you enjoy doing it.
“You know you don’t need makeup, right? You’re gorgeous with and without it,” he tells you almost every morning.
“I know,” you reply, your confidence has always amazed him, “but it’s fun. It’s like I’m painting a portrait of myself.”
He gives you kisses after you finish every step. And once you’ve finished your whole routine and you’re about to walk through the door, he stops you for a minute just to murmur “my pretty girl” and give you a kiss.
okay, it’s more like ten kisses but who’s keeping track?
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summary : doing your makeup while sitting on leon's lap
notes : really self indulgent tbh
credits to the owner of the divider!
leon was feeling incredibly clingy today and you'd love to indulge him at his antics but sadly, you have work.
as soon as you woke up earlier, leon was trying to get you back to bed while mumbling incoherently and making some grabby hands at you. your boyfriend is so cute to be honest, but you cant miss work today cause you have an important meeting with some heads so with a kiss on his forehead, you immediately went to get ready and made some quick breakfast.
you ate and drank your coffee at the kitchen alone, thinking that leon will probably wake up later but after finishing up, you decided that you'll bring some cup of coffee for him if he wants to spend his morning in the bedroom.
"why are you awake already?". you asked in confusion when you finally went back in your room with a steaming mug of coffee to do your make up and you saw leon getting out of the bathroom.
"cant sleep without you". he grumbled as he scratches his tummy while walking towards you.
you just shook your head in amusement at him while you went to your closet to finally change into some work clothes. just a simple black pencil skirt, paired with some brown silky long sleeve top. then after adjusting everything, you went to your vanity but you found leon sitting on your plush chair.
"baby, go back to sleep". you softly said as you ran a hand through his hair. you know he's still tired considering he actually just got back from a long week mission yesterday night.
a week of being away from each other, only texts and phone calls are keeping you both sane.
leon hummed against your touch before he wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you gently on to his lap. he squeezed you tight causing you to smile and give him a kiss on his head again.
guess youre doing your make up on his lap today.
with that, both of you just let the silence fill the room while you started putting on your makeup and he's just feeling you up and observing you. from time to time, he takes the mug of warm coffee from the table that you brought with you earlier and takes a sip.
the warmth of the coffee and your weight on him makes him sigh in delight, he missed this. it was only a week but he missed this.
"whats that?". he mumbled as he watched you put something thin on your eyelids.
"eyeliner, its a new brand too". you told him as you finished up putting it before closing your eyes and turned your head towards him. "blow, please".
obediently, he carefully blows on your eyes to make the eyeliner dry. he did it for a few more seconds while his thumb on your thigh caressed the skin.
so soft and warm.
you smiled at him when you finally opened your eyes and leon swore he fell in love again. he watched you put down the eyeliner down on the table and you took another small pink bottle with a circle top on it. you opened it gingerly and tapped the applicator lightly on your hand before closing it back up.
leon kissed your shoulder as you spread the blush on your hand with a finger before patting it on your cheeks and blending it while looking through the mirror infront of you. when you blended everything, you figured its time to put some powder on your face before layering it with a powder blush soon.
"looks so beautiful". he hummed as he watches you through the mirror. he loves the way your blush highlights your apple cheeks.
he watched you put more stuffs on your cheeks and dusting it with some small dab of highlighter. you smiled at him through the mirror before your hands rummaged through your pouch of lippies.
"should i put some lip liner on today?". you asked as you glanced down at the pouch and eyed the different colors.
"sure, hun". he honestly dont know whats a lip liner but he's sure its going to go on your lips, your kissable lips.
you beamed and you took a neutral color one before you leaned more forward towards the mirror with leon holding your hips tightly to not let you fall. you spread the liner with a finger along the bows and ends of your lips after putting it on then you picked a lip gloss.
"wanna kiss you". leon said as he watched you glide the lip gloss on your lips before smacking it together.
you laughed softly at him as you closed the product before you moved closer and wrapped your arms around his neck. he looked at you with heavy lidded eyes but the love in it is so present that you cant help but blush a little.
your hand found the hairs on his nape and you played with it softly as you gazed upon his soft eyes too. sleepy and clingy leon is such a sight for you. he's just so cute and lovely.
"pick me up later?". you asked softly.
"of course, hun". he gave you a sleepy smile and you leaned down to press your forehead against his. "i missed you so much".
"i missed you more, baby". you whispered before pressing your glossy lips on his causing him to hum.
summary after telling him you made a playlist that reminded you of him, you accidentally send him the wrong one
content 1k words, fluff, suggestive, lotta lana del rey, reader has no idea how tech works (me)
“How do I send this shit?” you mumble, tapping aimlessly on your phone. “It’s not working,” you complain, your voice filtering through his comms.
Jason had found a way to connect your phone to his helmet, which meant you were now free to bother him whenever you wanted. It was a power you wielded with absolutely no regard for his sanity. The constant stream of random messages popping up on the screen inside his helmet would've driven anyone else crazy.
Just yesterday, part of his vision was filled with:
You know if anyone would have a Jane the Virgin situation, it'd be you
Theres a easier way tho
I could take one for the team and get you pregnant
I'll be strong for you
It's hard rasing a kid on your own
To all of that, he'd simply replied, It's raising, then went right back to patrol like you hadn't just offered to impregnate him.
"Sweetheart, there's a send button," he replies with the patience of a saint. Gunshots erupt in the background and there's a curse thrown carelessly.
You were attempting to send him the playlist you had made. It was a mix of songs perfectly curated to ones that reminded you of your best friend. There was a lot of dad music, a touch of heavy metal. You were tempted to throw in a love song, yet you thought better of it.
"Don't sweetheart me, the fucking thing isn't loading now," you groan, tapping aggressively.
"You know, that doesn't make it go faster, right?" He grunts. There's a loud boom from his side.
"Says the guy who broke my TV because he thought hitting it would bring it back to life," you retort, squinting at your phone screen. You go to turn the brightness down.
"'M still better at technology than you," he says, then shouts, "Robin, I said on my left!"
You hear Robin's voice, but you can't make out the words. Something insulting, probably.
"Little shit can't even listen to basic instructions."
"Me or Damian?" you ask without missing a beat.
"Both."
Once the playlist loads, you tap the send button without much thought. "Kay, I did it, listen to it now," you demand, lying back down on your bed.
"Sure thing, doll. Lemme just stop the Joker from turning Gotham into his playground."
"Gotham's already his playground," you mumble.
For a while, you're quiet, listening as Jason occasionally shouts orders through the comms. It should be unsettling. The gunfire, the crashes, the constant danger he's in. Instead, it lulls you to sleep. He's here, breathing, and on call with you like he didn't want to part either.
"You done yet?"
"I'm putting it on. Happy now?" His hoarse voice brings you out of your thoughts. It's deeper than it was before. Nicer, too.
You grin, sitting up as your blanket pools around your hips. "Only if you come over too."
"Demanding little thing," he scoffed. But you know he's already on his way.
A few minutes pass. You can hear the distant hum of his motorcycle through the comms.
Then he clears his throat. "Baby making music?"
Horror crashes over you. You snatch your phone off the bed so fast it almost slips from your hands. "Shit,' you whisper, frantically searching for what you sent.
And lo and behold, it's that playlist, not the one you'd carefully curated for Jason. "Jay, I can explain—
"Fucked my way up to the top reminds you of me?" There's laughter in his voice now.
"No!"
"Guilty as sin?" He snorts.
"Oh my god, Jason, stop." Your hands are covering your warm face, phone lying on your bed. You're never living this down.
He pauses. "There's a lot of Lana Del Rey,"
You swallow, your fingers curl around your blanket. "Well," you start quietly. "Don't get it twisted, you're pretty Lana Del Rey, but your dad? He embodies a Lana Del Rey song—
"Stop talkin' about Bruce like that," he groans.
"Your dad's hot."
"You're trying to change the subject, baby."
"Your older brother's also hot." You muster up the courage to add, "and don't call me that."
"Doll," His voice isn't teasing anymore. It's lower, like all the humor's been taken by that one comment.
"I've run out of age appropriate family members," you swallow. Except Jason. But you couldn't exactly say that. "Does Kate count? Bruce's exes? cause they're fine as hell too."
He grumbles under his breath. "Open the fucking window."
"You're here?" You freeze, voice coming out breathless.
The window snaps open with a sharp bang. The sound travels all the way to your room. You close your eyes. Why did it feel like you were in trouble?
The thump of boots echoes through the room. When it finally stops, you open your eyes to find Jason leaning against your doorframe, arms crossed in a way that makes his muscles more defined under the fabric. He’s taken off his helmet, his hair slightly damp, strands falling messily over his forehead.
And his eyes.
They’re on you, fierce and darker than what you're used to, like he’s a second away from hauling your ass straight to Arkham. It sends a pleasant feeling through you.
You laugh nervously. "Heyyyy, you're not still mad about me finding your brother—what the fuck are you doing—
He stalks over to you until he’s standing right in front of you, close enough that you have to tilt your head back to keep eye contact.
"You're acting weird," you tell him, trying to keep yourself still.
"That playlist—
"Was a random one I accidentally sent!"
He tilts his head. “So. You wanna play me the right one now?"
He shifts, sliding onto the bed beside you, his shoulder bumping yours as he settles in. You grimace. No way he’s had time to shower, but you don’t move away. Not when he’s this close.
You give him one of your wired earbuds.
Your head bumps his when he puts his on. You bite back a smile at sharing earbuds with him.
You hit play on your phone, sneaking a glance at him, trying to read his reaction.
He’s already looking at you. Then he rolls his eyes and looks away.
“Can’t believe I remind you of a Radiohead song.”
“Would you prefer Fucked My Way Up to the Top?”
masterlist
once again i’m not sure what i wrote
also yk cola by lana del rey? i was gonna add in the “my pussy taste like pepsi cola” line in and have jason be like “damn, does it?” but idk it didn’t feel like him. 100% something roy would ask tho
over the last few weeks, you'd been getting a little gift on your desk table — a strawberry milk pack with a small packet of aporo choco. there hadn't ever been any note or any clue as to who it could be in your class & you'd really been trying to figure out who it could be!
at first, you'd thought it was tenya since he was very friendly with you. but when you asked him about it, he'd denied that it was him. and you got the same response from both eijiro & sero. they'd been the only three people you'd ever suspected & after a while, you had kind of given up. you still enjoyed the treat nonetheless though!
one day, you were walking back to the classroom during lunch break since you'd forgotten your phone & when you opened the door, you were met with an incredibly adorable sight — shoto was at your desk, placing that strawberry milk & aporo choco you'd been getting everyday the whole term.
when he heard the door open, he quickly turned his head around & seeing you standing there had his cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. he was frozen in place for a few seconds, just blinking at you like a deer in headlights.
then the second you took a step towards him, shoto fled the classroom in a rush. no words, not even a glance back at you. he just left! you weren't surprised at all, knowing how awkward he was . . and adorable too.
the next day, you'd come in much earlier than anyone else, holding a carton of strawberry milk & a muffin you had bought at your favourite bakery. you placed it on shoto's desk, a little sticky note stuck to the carton.
as your classmates began flooding in, your heart was hammering wildly against your chest. you were really nervous for what his response would be after reading your note — oh, you felt like your whole body was about to combust from the wait!
then just as the bell was about to ring, shoto walked in. swiftly scrambling towards his seat where he noticed what you'd left him. you looked back to see his reaction, biting your lip in anticipation & anxiety. you noticed that same shade of pink creep up on his face, very gently plucking the note of the carton & reading it intently.
his eyes flickered up & met your gaze. he could barely hold eye contact with you as he nodded his head which admittedly made your heart flutter & your mind to go all giddy. so all you could do was shoot him a sweet smile in return as aizawa walked in to start the class.
on the note you'd written him, it read . . shoto >_< thank u for all the drinks n chocolates you've given me, that's so sweet! so i wanna repay u by taking u out to lunch! what do u say ♡
