— Bruce married you a bit late into Jason’s career as Robin.
— You had just barely finished their bachelor’s degree, when their parents proposed the idea of an arrangement to strengthen business ties with Wayne entrepreneurs.
— After all, how was bisexual bimbo Brucie supposed to say no to a cute little thing like you.
— You understand what type of a man Bruce Wayne was. He had a reputation to uphold, and you were fine with him adding some more notches to his bedpost during the duration of this marriage.
— Bruce felt bad but was grateful for you understanding this was a marriage of convenience.
— You took care of Jason, grew closer to him, baked him chocolate chip cookies… they were always his favorite.
— Then came the hardest day of your life… Having to bury him. Bruce wouldn’t tell you what happened… a tragic accident he called it.
— ironically, a death in the family lead to you finally meeting your other stepson Dick Grayson. He was polite, and sweet enough… be he didn’t stick around.
— You started to take up self defense classes after that. Jason always begged you to when he was alive… it felt like a good way to honor him.
— Years pass and eventually Tim moves in… and so does Stephanie.
— Both of the young teens seem to avoid you when they can. You supposed it was only fair… they just had a bombshell dropped on them that Bruce Wayne was going to be their new father. You figured giving them time to adjust was the right decision.
— You finally get to meet Barbara Gordon one day at an award Ceremony Gotham University was holding. She was brilliant; utterly witty and confident. But at the same time she seemed to stare right through you.
— You knew what she was thinking, what they were all thinking. “This one is a phase.” You couldn’t blame them. You thought so too.
— It was that time of year again…
— Every year you made cookies… Jason’s birthday, his adoption anniversary, his death… every single important anniversary you made a fresh plate of Chocolate chip cookies and set them out on the counter. By morning they were gone… courtesy of Alfred.
— He enjoyed your presence but he found it tedious that you would waste food like this!
— Eventually something big happens
— Bruce is just… gone one day. No note, no phone call, no voicemail. Nothing! Just… vanished from the face of the earth for months!
— And with him gone… so too did Tim and Stephanie leave.
— Something about roaming the halls of that empty mansion left a bad taste in your mouth. This wasn’t your home. This was the Waynes home. And no matter what your marriage certificate said… you weren’t a Wayne… everyone made that perfectly clear.
— You took up painting in the time Bruce was gone.
— Might as well immortalize the family you inherited this Mansion from. It was easy enough to find photos of everyone online.
— It was a tad harder to hanging above the stairway in the great Hall.
— and they’re it was again… Jason’s Birthday.
— Alfred has been out taking care of Tim and Stephanie as they live downtown in Bruce’s old penthouse…
— maybe this time you’d actually be able to properly honor your son.
— and the cookies are still there by morning you got out of a sigh of relief.
— and that side turns into laughter.
— and that laughter turns into sobbing.
— eventually, everything changes again. Bruce comes home and he brings the entire family back with him. Dick moves and Tim and Stephanie move back in. Even Barbara and a new girl named Cassandra Cain move in.
— The home feels like we were than ever!
— so why does it feel like you’re planting even more into the background?
— most of the time they forget you’re even there.
— christmases and birthdays are usually filled with laughter and joy and cheer. The Waynes go all out and celebrating each other and filling the home with laughter and love…
— yours are filled with gift cards and awkward, exchanging of pleasantries.
— you might, as will be an ornamental lamp.
— and then Damien shows up.
— you try your absolute best to be nice. I didn’t really bother you that Bruce had an affair. You encouraged him to the beginning of your “marriage”. Damien’s existence wasn’t a problem. His attitude on the other hand…
— most people know Damien Wayne is a brat.
— he’s constantly mouthing off to his siblings, he’s constantly fighting with his father, he’s constantly sassing anybody who will give him five seconds of attention.
— but you get it the worst. It feels like he goes out of his way to annoy you and to try to pick a fight with you. He sees you as the evil stepmother before you even have a chance to get to know him. Part of him blames you, for being in the way of his mother and father being together. They were in love, but because of you, they had to go their separate ways.
— to him you’re just a Normie.
— a no good nobody who doesn’t deserve to even breathe the same air as the Waynes. Sure you’ve lived in this house long before his parents even met, but that didn’t matter to him. His mother was a purebred, you’re just a mutt. She’s beautiful, elegant, educated, deadly, cunning. She’s Bruce’s perfect match. You’re nothing special to him.
— and he lets you know every single time that you see each other that you will never compare to his mother. You will never replace his mother! You will never be his mother…
— The arrogant little-…
— it’s fine. You just have to survive six more years of this and then he’ll go off to college and you’ll never have to see him again.
— it’s the anniversary of Jason’s death…
— The hardest day of your life… The day you were forced to bury your son you. The only son you’ve ever known, the only family ever known in this hell hole since your parents sold you off.
— and what do you find the next morning?
— Him…
— Damian Wayne eating Jason’s cookies.
— You screamed.
— you snatched the plate away from him, and started screaming at him that he was a demon, a monster! How could he destroy your memorial to your beloved son?!
— Bruce comes in and separates the two of you.
— he screams at you, not to yell at his son.
— You fire back that he’s forgotten Jason. That if he remembered Jason, he would remember how hard his death hit you… and how much these cookies meant to you, and how much this memorial meant to you.
— in the 15 years since Jason’s death, not important date of his has gone by where you haven’t honored him in this way.
— if Bruce hadn’t forgot Jason, then how could he have not told Damien what these cookies meant
— it was all you had left of your son, and now there’s a demon has ruined it. And Bruce is letting him.
— after that, you spent months locked in your room. Bruce tried to smooth things over. He sent you gifts, he sent you money, he even made a Damien apologize. Nothing is enough
— and then, one day you suddenly started coming out of your room again.
— you look brighter than you had been in over a decade and a half.
— and you’re still baking those damn cookies.
— only this time you’re baking them on a weekly basis. You leave the cookies out on the doorstep of the service entrance on Sunday night and by Monday morning the plate is empty.
— Bruce felt bad.
— Of course he felt bad! He feel like he pushed you into a psychosis! You miss Jason so much that you’re trying to relive the past like he’s still here.
— and then one night… Bruce sees him again. Jason has come back as the red hood persona. He wants to tell you so badly. He knows how much you miss him, but that would compromise his secret identity as the Batman.
— he lets this guilt fester for months.
— and then, on Sunday evening, he sees you baking cookies again.
— you turned to him and grandmother smile.
— it makes him feel so guilty.
— You tell him that you can’t talk now Jason’s gonna be here any minute after he’s done with his red hood business.
— that made him pause. His heart stopped for a moment. You couldn’t possibly know that. Jason wouldn’t be that stupid to tell you about everything. Right?
— he gripped by the shoulder and turns you around. He needed to know…
or: how long it takes for your man to kiss you, sfw batboys edition ;)
an: inspired by people doing videos on how long it takes for their partner to kiss them. all green flags around here, folks.
cw/tags: gn! reader, reader has hair, pet names galore (honey, honey bunch, sweeit thing, luvie, darlin’, love bug), no beta/barely edited, is my jason preference showing?🫣
nsfw edition | masterlist
j todd, <5 minutes:
you wake in a mess of limbs, entangled in sheets, covered in jason. he’s laying on his back, you’re on your left side, snuggled in tightly to his chest, a leg thrown over his. you attempt to pull away, nature’s calling, but jay tightens his hold on you.
you plant your hand against his face, pushing him away with all your might (you don’t budge). “jay, gotta let me go.”
“mmm, no.” he says, sleep graveling his voice in a way that would make your knees weak if you weren’t about to pee your pants.
“yes,” you argue.
jason finally relished his hold, and once you’re done with your business, you crawl back into bed with him.
“what do you want for breakfast?” jay’s large hand cups your face before running through your hair.
“what ever you feel like making.”
jason snorts at your response. “alright, darlin’. pancake tacos it is.”
“yay.” you hum, keeping you arms around him. this time it’s your turn to protest him getting up. you throw a leg over his middle and press yourself up, your chest pressing against his. you kiss him slowly, your hand tracing the scars on his chest, your fingers skating down memorized paths. all roads lead here, to home, to him.
“darlin’.” he murmurs, “gotta get up.”
“not yet.”
jason snorts, sitting up, taking you with him, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. feet planted, he effortlessly picks you up. you giggle, legs wrapping around his waist. he carries you into the kitchen, planting you on the counter, kissing you once before starting to make breakfast.
d grayson, <20 minutes
you were awake, starting up the coffee pot for the day when dick walks into the kitchen.
“smells good, honey bunch.” he says, unapologetically palming your ass before checking the safety measures placed around your apartment, turning off the necessary alarms.
after placing your mugs on the kitchen table, you continue to make breakfast—two scrambled eggs and toast for the both of you. as you put peanut butter onto your toast, dick is behind you, hand toying with the waistband of your pj shorts. his fingers find the imprints of his grip, the bruises left from the night before and a hiss slips past your teeth at the pressure.
“ooh, sorry, love bug.” dick kisses the back of your neck in apology. “go sit down, i’ll finish up here and grab you some ice.”
you nod, turning in his arms, kissing him, before making your way to the kitchen table. you watch as he cuts his and your toast into triangles and carry the plates over. he grabs two ice packs from the freezer, and then remembers forks. “hold on, luvie.” he kisses your cheek and grabs forks for the two of you. you tuck the ice against your skin and start eating. dick, sitting to your right, uses his left hand to trace up and down your thigh. “feelin’ okay?”
“never better, sunshine.”
b wayne, <45 minutes:
bruce is a meeting when you wake, leaving a note on the nightstand of when it ends. you disliked bruce letting you sleep in for this reason, you wanted to see him first thing not his (neater than yours) handwriting.
you grumble, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and shove back the covers. you layer a robe over flannel pjs and go to the bathroom adjacent to your shared bedroom. once you’re done with your business, brushing your teeth and washing your face, you take a minute to style your hair before you head down to the kitchen for breakfast.
breakfast is lighter in the wayne household, with most of the bats on a nocturnal sleeping schedule, usually alfred prepared easy to grab and go things with an assortment of juice, coffee or milk to drink. today is no different. despite you waking up at 11:30am, you see no one else in the kitchen, though alfred did make your favorite muffin. you grabbed that, pouring a cup of coffee and refilling your water bottle before sitting to eat.
bruce walks in, a soft smile tugging at his lips when he saw you. his hand on your shoulder, he leans down and kisses the top of your head. “good morning, honey. sleep well?”
“yes,” you watch him pour a second (maybe third) cup of coffee for himself, sitting beside you. “next time you have an early meeting, wake me. i wanna see you first thing.”
“noted.” bruce says, reaching over the table to take your hand. “it won’t happen again.”
you smile and lean in for a proper kiss, bruce happily meeting you halfway. (much to the sagrin of an approaching tim.)
《When a Spider falls into a new world, she didn't expect it to be so.. "Batty" than the others she's been in.》
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Hurriedly swinging on rooftops and walls, you gaze in awe of the night sky. Warmth filling your body as the night air floats on your suit. Taking in the night sky...
Before smog and gas cover it as you jump down on the roof top. Pouting at the loss of the clear sky as you frown.
"I forget how polluted this city is.." You grumble, going to the ledge as you place your arms on the railing. Gazing down at the city lights and billboards.
Blinking innocently at one of the paid advertisments, you squint at it curiously.
"Wayne Enter.. Prizes? Technology.." You giggle at the guy on the board. His charming smile and flirty wink was not something you've seen often for an ad for tech.
Well...
You start re-calling a few worlds that did, but with a another billionare..
"Hmm, well. That's enough day-dreaming!" You shake your body, wanting to get your jitters out before taking a deep breath... Shooting out one of your webs to a near by ledge as you run and jump off.
Feeling your body pulled downwards, you pull your web as you glide through the air. Twirling slightly as you smile underneat your mask. Laughing once more as you swing forward.
..Let's do things differently this time.
Your name is (Y/N) (L/N), you were bitten by a radioactive spider..
Yet you weren't the only one.
But now.. Your on your own, though you weren't the only one.
With a fleeting glance at you, the supposed.. Dark Knight: pays you no mind. Eagerly taking down villians left and right, as the two of you finish them off together.
You were supposed to be back at HQ.
Things didn't go as planned.
You made it work, with this "new" life of yours.
Stumbling over your shoes in a hurry, you place down the box of donuts on the big fancy board meeting table. Glad that the stairwell was open, sighing in relief, you miss the eyes that watched you leave the building. While you headed to your next job!
In this Au, Spider!(Y/N) is a temp-worker and delivery girl. Just an odd young gal doing jobs around Gotham, ordinary and sweet.
She has a multiverse-watch, handmade specifcally for her by Miguel. Being one of his first recruits to the Spider Society, yet with the new Multiverse-Canon she's stuck in, the watch forms within her body to make it more acceptable to deal within the world.
Due to this, she doesn't "glitch" is the best term
"Welcome! Lord Hades!" The man dressed in a toga greeted cheerfully. You squint in confusion. Glancing at your companion as you walked closer to his side.
"Ah.. And fair Persephone, it seems you've taken form as garden spider. How quaint!" He spoke jovially as he held out a golden goblet to the two of you.
"Be serious Max! That's Batman and-"
"But Batman is a mere mortal! And what mortal has reached the summit of Olympus and survied!" Placing a hand on Batman's shoulder, the man gestured to his cup.
"Come! Brother! Unveil yourself and your bride in the nectar of the gods!"
-Batman The Animated Series 1992 Ep: Fire From Olympus
Spider!(Y/N) doesn't know Batman's idenitiy, and funny enough. He doesn't know hers, in the beginning. I'd like to think maybe down the line there's a possibility! I just think it's silly-er.
I'd like to think the dynamic between the two is Batman served as a comedic foil to Spider!(Y/N). Sorta, "brooding guy-and happy guy". Also, I like to point out, they can both can be silly in their own ways!
Just them figuring it out with Batman is hilarious in itself.
Biting into the dish, you beam in joy! It tasted so sweet! And.. Tangy, with a bit of sour. Invested with the tasty dish, you fail to notice the striking blue eyes glancing at you from a distance. Naively standing alone in your waiter uniform as you nibble on the treat.
"Ah, Mister Wayne, good to see you." Jim Gordon, dressed outside of his usual detective get-up greets. Flattening down his suit before grabbing one of the fancy champange glasses from one of the servers.
"Oh, Commissioner!" He spoke in suprise, greeting him as the two started to chat. "-And there it was... Mister Freeze and that giant lizzard."
"Dinosur." Gordan corrected.
"Whatever, doesn't make any sense. What does Victor Freeze gain by destroying a bunch of bones?" The billionare huffed.
"That's the question alright, I wish I had the answer." The Commissioner sighed, brows lowering in thought.
-Batman The New Animated Adventures 1994 Ep: Cold Comfort
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[This was a small personal project for me, I had this idea since Into the Spiderverse! I would honestly love some feedback for this! I also would love to hear your guys own ideas in the aak box!]
Postal service rules : Don’t request any NSFW for TMC/The Mandela catalogue. Don’t request any kinks that involve bodily fluids. Don’t request any minor characters aged up for NSFW requests.
[Requests/Letters delivered : 10 out of 14]
You are beginning to make a letter for that special person, where do they live?
Detective Comics / Arkhamverse
Squid Game
Dead by Daylight
Elden Ring
The Mandela Catalogue
Ghost ( Band )
Identity V
The Magnus Archives
The Outlast Series
How long is your letter?
Couple pages, Oneshot
A page, Headcanons + Short fanfic
What envelope did you choose for the letter?
Blue Envelope, Angst
Red Envelope, NSFW
Lavender Envelope, Platonic
Pink Envelope, Fluff
What stamp did you put on the envelope?
Heart themed stamp, No AU
City themed stamp, Ex-Husband/Wife/Spouse AU
Food themed stamp, Slasher AU
Animal themed stamp, Monster AU
Bird themed stamp, Apocalypse AU
Semi-postal stamp, Hospital AU
NetStamp, Detective / Killer AU
Forever stamp, Yandere AU
Flower themed stamp, Cult AU
Ocean themed stamp, Siren AU
Horseshoe themed stamp, Wild West AU
What else did you put in the letter? (Optional)
Dried flowers : Early morning prompts
Paper hearts : Fluff scenarios
Paper flowers : Platonic sentence starters
Pink wax seal : Found family prompts
Scented letter : Levels of intimacy
One ring : Smut Prompts
Kiss stains : Inexperienced smut prompts
Photographs : Smut sentence starters
Deep blue wax seal : 20 prompts for friends with benefits to lovers
<No this gif isn't to give he idea that your Catwoman I just wanted to show Batman with a romantic love interest>
Word count: 537
Prompt: The Joker and Harley Quinn have decided to kidnap you for the umpteenth time now & Batman and you are finally sick of it so you come up with a plan to take advantage of it as well.
“Isn’t it nice to have a man who cares so much about you y/n?” Harley asked from behind you, fastening your ropes. They didn’t even bother blindfolding you at this point. “I mean he listens really well when we have you here. Doesn’t dare try anything and risk losing you.” she continued and you just let out a sigh in return.
“Does he really care though y/n? I’ve never let the same person take Harley from me twice and live. You’d think he’d keep a better eye on you.” Joker laughed. “Puddin’ don’t worry the poor girl.” You finally gave them a verbal response and said “is that what you think? I mean we go through this at least once a month. It's kind of become routine. You kidnap me, make demands/threats, and eventually let me go once they’re met. Not even Gotham is impressed anymore. This act has gone from breaking news to the scrolling text at the bottom that nobody reads.” You informed them.
You could see the joy drain from their faces as Harley went to turn on the news channel. Batman was making a headline for saving a family earlier today but not even the bottom text mentioned your kidnapping. “Oh would you look at that? Gotham doesn’t care at all but y’know if you really want em to, may I suggest maybe not letting me go so quickly?” You proposed to their surprise.
“Are ya trying to play mind games on my puddin’?” Harley asked, coming up to you and tapping her bat against your chin a few times threateningly. “No, not at all. We’re friends by now right? Really I don’t blame you I mean I’ve got dirt under my shoes too but bats doesn’t know that. I can see the reasoning in why you do the things you do and if holding me here is what it takes for you to get what you want then why not keep me a little longer hmm?”
If you were really being honest you did not want to stay another minute here with these lunatics but it was all a part of the plan you and Bruce went over.
“Get them to keep you there. I don’t care how you do it but I need you to convince them that it’s within their best interest. Once you do, try and collect information about them and keep them talking but do not anger them. I’m not sure what they’d do if you did and I don’t want to find out. We’ll be here attempting to narrow down their location while you do…”
“You know what doll face? I think she’s right. I think we need to come up with something bigger and better. Something they'll all have to recognize and I would say let’s just kill her-”
“Oh shit”
“But that’s boring. I’ve got plans for this one. Let’s you and me take a ride down to the chemical plant and broadcast your transformation live…”
[breaking news] gotham stroll turns into gay angst
if you fetishize mlm relationships, get the fuck out of here!
synopsis ; (physical) hurt/comfort, as reader gets attacked by riddler and batman has to save his concussed ass
warnings ; cussing, blood, concussions, violence, male (he/him) reader
note ; i wrote this so long ago i just wanted to finish the draft and pump it out as the last batman fic im gonna do probably? who knows? maybe another batman movie will come out and the brainrot will settle right back in
The walk to the crime scene was quiet, surprisingly. One quiet night in Gotham City, the shittiest shithole of hell. But however stupid it was, you felt the want to actually enjoy the moment, instead of feeling en guard that nothing was going on.
Regretfully, that might've been an awful decision on your part.
Batman had suggested you go with him, but you were held back at the Manor due to wanting to finish analyzing new tech and weaponry. "Don't worry! I've been meaning to get a walk in the city of good ol' Gotham." You said half-sarcastically, eyes glued to the screen in front of you as Bruce glared searing holes into the back of your head.
"S/o..." He began, but before he could finish, you raised a hand behind you, "I know, I know, I'll be careful. Stop vexing me and go, Gordon needs you." With a grimace, he left as told.
Now here you were, head resting against the side of a stinking, rusty dumpster. The riddler, who had caught you off guard with an ice scraper, hovering over you. At least, you assumed it was the riddler, based on the greenish blob that you could barely make out, and the... weapon in his hand?
With a slight spike in heart rate, the fear-fuelled adrenaline took over as you decided not to take the chance of guessing whether it was a weapon or not. You shook your head, bringing yourself up but gasping as you realized you only made the riddler's job easier, as he was now eye-level with you and perfect height to strangle the life out of you.
'Shit, shit shit!' Your inconvenient position against the brick wall had been inconvenient at first but, as you know, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. The brick wall worked as a ramp as you jumped up against it and used your feet to launch yourself at the riddler, hands outstretched to grab the cloth in his hand to take it and incapacitate him with it.
However, riddler landed awkwardly, and that caused your hand to slip and crash against the wet concrete. Was it raining? That didn't matter, your wrist was fucking broken.
The adrenaline crash, the cold, and the concussion seemed to intensify and team up against you to give you the worst physical beating in the world. "Fuck, b- batman! Help! Someone… help!" It was the lowest of the low—at least in your opinion—begging for help like this. You could practically feel the vibrations of the riddler's chilling laugh run up your spine.
As if a miracle could help you.
But just as all was lost, just as you saw riddler through sticky eyelashes with his cloth in his hand ready to break your neck, it stopped raining, and… seemed to get dark. You hadn't known the time, but it's highly unusual for the sky to just crash to darkness all of a sudden, so… What was it?
You look up.
And there he was, pale blue eyes surrounded in black paint glaring back down at you. It was like a scene out of a movie; his cape blowing in the wind, his body twisting in slow-motion to give the riddler a nasty right hook before turning back to you with hidden worry in his eyes. Maybe it was the concussion talking, but you could've sworn he hesitated before the attack when he saw you.
Unfortunately, it wasn't the concussion talking, as he really had hesitated, leading the riddler to escape and splash away in the rain. The riddler may be dumb enough to anger Batman, the dark knight, but he knew he was efficiently ineffective for a winning chance against Bruce.
Plus, he had plans before getting pummelled by him.
Left disorientated, bruce was unsure as he leaned down to check on you, trying to tap into Alfred's radio. "Fuck,"
He didn't know what to do.
For the first time, in his extremely repetitive life, he didn't know what to do. Had you asked him a long time ago before he met you,—and not just met, actually knew and seen you—he would've chosen to go after riddler without a second thought. Leaving you there with a police called to your area.
Now… now he's not so sure. Sensing his silence and hesitation, you called out his name out of panic. "Batman? What are you doing, you- go chase after him!" You blinked the burning rain out of your eyes, wincing as you tried to get up, breath hitching as batman presses his hand against your chest and pushes you back down gently. Your voice had traces of anger, at him and at yourself.
God knows what you've done, if Bruce can't save Gotham because of you, you would never forgive yourself. Worst of all, you knew he would never forgive himself either.
"Fuck." You breathed out exasperatedly, a small laugh leaving you. "I'm sorry, Bruce. Fuck, I- I'm so sorry." You hiccuped, throat burning. Out of all the years of knowing him, you had never seen him hesitate this bad. Behind his massive shoulders, you could still see riddler's boots stomping away, before he disappeared fully into the fog. Yet he didn't move a muscle to see where he was going, nor did he ask.
You were so stupid, just listen to him next time goddamn it. You loved him, you loved his attention, but you didn't want to be a burden on him like this!
"I'm s-" He cut you off, courtly. "It's fine. He'll come back." Despite how strange it was, Bruce made his attempts at calming you down without even realizing it himself. "We need to go, you... have a concussion." You gulped down the apologies, nodded, grimacing internally at yourself at how submissive you were under his direct order.
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The drive back to the Manor was even quieter than the walk to the investigation. You frowned as the thought of that dreaded walk popped up in your mind. Deciding to break the tense atmosphere and think about something else, you perked up as you finally thought of an un-clichéd beneficial conversation topic. "So- How was the investiga-" As always, he interrupted.
"Is your wrist broken? I noticed you needed some help getting into the car." The eyes that had been earlier glued to the tops of his cowl, dropped to your hand that had been forming an ugly shade of purple and blue.
"It hurts less if I don't talk about it, haha." You joked, looking over at Bruce, just to met with a stoic face. "No, no, hold the applause." You rolled your eyes, your hand gestures following your sarcasm-laced words.
“You know..." you started again, already seeing Bruce's arms visibly tense up at your tone of voice. "I thought you were the type to look at the big picture instead of the…” you laughed as you gestured to yourself, a little lost as to where your short speech was going. “little details?”
Despite your efforts to tease him, Bruce remains visibly upset. “I wouldn't go so far as call you a 'little detail.'” he gruffly responded, almost saddened by how unnerved you were from nearly becoming one of riddler's next 'riddle'. His jaw clenched at the thought, and you smiled at the edgy sentiment.
“Don’t worry, the riddler will get what he deserves eventually.” You reached up to rest your unbroken hand on his armoured shoulder.
“I know he will.” You looked at him with a reassuring smile, as reassuring as you could with your bruised face. "I believe in you, Bruce. Always have, always will."
He paused, greased eyes shifting over to you for a split second in search of sincerity within your expression. Once he found it, his heart beat a little faster, and his hands around the wheel tightened.
"You have a concussion." He grunted, looking the way opposite to your direction, pretending to look at the side view mirror. You grinned at his reaction, before retiring back into your seat. "That, I do." You sighed blissfully as you let your head fall back against the head rest, relaxing as if your wrist wasn't broken and that you couldn't feel blood trailing down the back of your head.
"Are you alright? Back there, you were apologizing." He stated, glancing over at you for a split second to make sure you weren't sleeping.
You were.
In a panic, he reached over to shake your shoulder, half-driving and half-panic-shaking you. "S/o!" His voice boomed, the car swerved you awake. "Wha- huh?" you snorted, blinking awake, as if you didn't nearly make Bruce crash the goddamn car into a building.
"Stay awake, talk to me." He huffed, ordering you with a tone he knew you usually listen to. "Oh, yeah, you asked me a question; what was it?" You asked, somewhat groggy.
"You were apologizing earlier, I want to know why." He repeated, a little tense from your scare. He could see your mouth open and close like a gaping fish, and before you could start, he spoke again, "And don't say it's because riddler got away, and you think it's your fault; it isn't. And I know it's not just that."
Again, you weren't sure if it was the concussion talking, but you feel like he doesn't normally talk this fast. Was he nervous? That doesn't seem likely. "Why did you… sound like that?" he sounded unsure; at himself, his own words, and you.
"I would tell you, but you'd just tell me that I have a concussion." You rolled your eyes.
"S/o, stop shitting around." It was clear, he was desperate for a response. It showed in his eager tone of voice. You were quiet for a moment, trying to get your empty thoughts together and organized.
"I don't know, really. I love you, I guess." You shrugged, slouching in your seat as if you hadn't just confessed to the billionaire of Gotham City.
The car screeched to a stop, launching both of you forward. Bruce slowly turned his head over to look at you, shock decorating his sharp yet soft features. "What did you just say?"
kissing with no hands, who gives in and touches the other first?
an: red thoughts tiktok inspired me. can you tell i wrote jason’s and bruce’s parts first?
cw/ tags: fem! reader, reader has hair you can put into a ponytail, suggestive material, pet names galore (yall know imma slut for an exclusive nicknames), manhandling
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dick:
teasing, backing you against the counter and leans forward, bending your spine over it. his mouth moves across your jaw, down your neck. he leaves several hickeys in his wake, moaning against your soft skin that sent heat straight to your core.
you kept your fingers glued to the edge of the counter, determined to win if only to avoid the shaming to come.
you need me that much, pretty girl? dick would absolutely tease the shit outta you. so you focus on your breathing, trying to downplay the effect he has on you. of course, your boyfriend notices, pulling away just enough to look into your eyes. “doing okay, honey bunch?”
you nod, avoiding his gaze.
“eyes on me, sweetums.”
heat flushed your cheeks but you listen.
“ya know, you’ve been driving me nuts this whole morning. wearing those lounge shorts that hide nothing, daring me to do this challenge with—”
“you didn’t have to agree, dickie.” you blurt out, interrupting him.
“hold on, pretty girl. i wasn’t done.” dick tutts. your murmur an apology before he continues. “you were doing the breathing exercises i showed you to delay your orgasm.” he leans in, kissing the soft spot on your neck, the one that will definitely make you fold faster than a house of cards. “so, trust, baby, i will win this.” he uses his teeth to draw the soft skin into his mouth, sucking gently until you arched your back, fingers twitching. “give in and i’ll make it worth your time, sweet thing.”
you groan, hands rising and then falling back to your sides.
“whatever you want, love bug.” dick licks the hickey he left and continues his handiwork where your neck met your shoulder. “wherever you want it.”
you arch your back, trying to get closer to him, your hands dive into his inky black hair, tugging hard enough for him to back away from your neck, biting back a moan. “there’s my girl.” he grips your hips and picks you up, placing you on the counter with ease. “we’re gonna have lots of fun.”
bruce:
you explain the rules of the game. bruce chuckles. “sweetheart, i’m too old for these games.”
“mmm,” you nod, leaning into his space. you were standing in between his legs, hands on his shoulders. “wanna try it once, for me?”
“alright, honey,” bruce lifts his hands from your hips, planting them on the arms of his chair. you lift you hands from his shoulders, tucking them behind your back, you lean forward, pausing to lean your forehead against his before kissing his lips. your hands falls around your face, but you press on, deepening the kiss.
bruce meets you beat for beat, matching your level of passion, groaning into your mouth. he reaches out, grabbing your hair into a ponytail.
you pull away, “you lost the game.”
“i was trying not over stimulate you, sweetheart.” bruce says.
you smile, pecking his lips. “be right back.” you stroke down his chest as you straighten, your touch lingers on his junk.
you walk out of his office, grabbing a hair tie from your shared bedroom next door. you collected your hair, tying off the ponytail as you walk into the office.
you shut the door behind you by leaning against it, watching bruce untuck his shirt from his pants. he’s got this look in his eye that makes it hard to focus. he’s gestures for you and you cross to bruce. he smiles, hands bracketing your hips and you reach down, unbuttoning his pants.
jason:
after you explain the rules of the game, jason kisses you, your face cupped in his hands.
the kiss deepens and you groan, tongue dueling, your hands on chest, tugging his shirt, desperately trying to get him closer.
you pull away, eyes opening. “jay jay, you lost the game.”
“princess, if you think i will resist touching you just for some stupid game, you’re so wrong.”
lacking a response, you stand up on your tiptoes to kiss him again. jay groans into your mouth, his hands carding your your hair, tugging at the scalp. your head tips back, jay kissing down your jaw.
you moan as he sucks a hickey into your neck. “looks like you’re not really a player.”
“fuck no, not with you.” jay’s hands slides down your arms, dipping into the waistband of your pants. he hums, pleased to find you damp. “there’s my girl. you ready for me?”
you nod, squeaking as you were picked up and thrown over jason’s shoulder, carrying you to the bedroom.
feral friday: flashing the batboys during an argument
an: this came to me in the middle of the night, you’re welcome
cw/tags: fem reader w tits, nipple play, oral (f! receiving), jason jokes about death (he’s allowed), cursing, pet names galore (read: imma slut for those), established relationships, brief dry humping, possessive af jason (maybe a little ooc but i thought it was hot so)
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bruce:
usually, you and bruce didn’t argue like this. raised voices, sure. an odd curse word, common.
bruce’s anger is what threw you here. he seemed less angry at you and more angry in general.
you decide to fix that.
you hook your thumbs under your shirt, lifting it up. bruce sees, his hand flying to catch your wrist. “what do you think you’re doing, little miss?” his voice lowers, him getting close to you ear so only you hear his words.
“helping you destress.”
“sweetheart.” his voice softens. “come here.” he says, pulling you closer to him. his hands scope under your ass, effortlessly lifting you up into his arms. your legs wrap around his middle, you arms around his neck and you are carried to the bedroom. bruce kicks the door shut before laying you down into the bed. “go ahead now, honey. show me how you’re gonna help me destress.”
you sense a trap being set, but nevertheless, you follow his directions, lifting your shirt and bra.
bruce reaches out, gripping your tits and squeezing harshly. “hmm, just like stress balls.”
you nod, chewing on your lip to hold back a gasp.
“do you remember what we were discussing, honey?”
“n-no.” you shake your head, you moan as a mouth encloses around your nipple and begins to suck.
“funny,” bruce murmurs against your skin, “neither do i.”
jason:
you had made the mistake of flashing your boyfriend, the one and only jason peter todd.
he’s sitting on the couch, you’re standing in between his knees, trying to get his attention to bring out an important matter to you.
you sigh, deciding to bring out the big guns.
as soon as he saw your perfect tits drop out of your top, his hands are on you. his shoulders relax, gripping your hips and dragging them towards him, coaching your knees to slide over his hips, sitting in his lap. his lips enclose a nipple, suckling sweetly. you gasp, hands coming to grip his shoulder.
“my sweet girl, begging for attention so heavenly, how can i say no?” he murmurs against your skin, sending goosebumps across your torso. he leaves a trail of saliva and kisses in his wake as he moves to take the other nipple into his mouth, circling it with his tongue before suckling.
“jay, i didn’t mean—”
jason cuts off your words with a growl, his hand moving from your hip all the way up to toy with your other nipple. “don’t say that, princess. you know who you belong to me, what i’m like. if you want me to stop, use our safe word.”
“jaybird,” you moan, a hand rising to his head, keeping him close to you.
“‘s what i thought,” you can feel his smirk against your skin as your hips buck against his thigh. you hiss, you had neglected the panties under your skirt and dry humping denim isn’t your favorite. jason hums, his spare hand leaving your hip, flipping up your skirt, groaning when he feels your lack of underwear. “fuck me up, baby doll. you want this. gettin’ me all riled up arguin’, just to wear no panties, you’re killin’ me.”
“blue jay.” you whimper, moaning as his thumb circled your clit.
“just an expression, baby.” jason scraps his teeth against your skin. “death couldn’t keep me away from this pretty pussy.”
dick:
as soon as your tits leave your bra, dick races over to you, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss. “you’re so right, lovebug.” he mutters, hands shoving aside your sweatpants, you gasp at the cool air hitting your flesh and he uses the opportunity to get his tongue into your mouth.
you push away enough. “dickie, you’re not listening.” he kisses you again, with his mouth busy, his hand cups your pussy, the other kneading you breast. you arch into his touch, arms wrapping around his shoulders.
“i listened enough. whatever you want, dearest.” his mouth works his way down, sucking a hickey into the side of your neck before skipping down to your breasts, lavishing each one with attention as his hands pushed down your under wear.
“you sure you’re okay with the color then?” you say breathlessly.
“you won’t hear any complaints from me.” his mouth left your skin only to speak those clipped words before his hands pick you by the ass and place you on the island, knocking over whatever the dish holding the k-cups. his mouth descends, planting kisses as his path as you lean back and watch.
“better not.” you smile, as dick places your thighs on his shoulders.
his fingers open up your folds and dick is kissing, sucking, licking your clit until your thighs start to shake. he lets you have climax when you beg for it before leaning back enough to speak against your clit, holding your gaze. “we should settle fights like this more often.”
