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jason doesn't want any of that wholesome family bs (they stayed for 2 more hours)

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wait...we're not dating? - j. todd

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gn!reader x jason todd

summary: for the entire year you and jason have known each other, he assumed you two were dating and had no idea that you weren't.

warnings: none but lmk if i missed something, just jason being oblivious, might be a little ooc

UNEDITED!!!

jason isn't stupid—he knows there's rules that define whether or not two people are dating. but he is just a bit dense.

you'd met on a rooftop about a year ago, a classic vigilante encounter. instant tension, instant bickering between you and jason. he hadn't been entirely smitten. he simply thought you were beautiful, but that didn't mean anything.

not until you two start working together. bruce sends the two of you out on a mission, and you say something along the lines of, "let's make it a date, then." you said it with such an arrogant, cheeky grin.

and because that mission had gone so well, you and jason are consistently sent out together. alone.

because you'd said "let's make it a date!" he began to say it back. just a little joke. he'd say something like, "save the date..." quite bashfully. and you'd snicker and agree.

and that consistency is what makes jason think the two of you have started dating.

every single time the two of you are dispatched on a mission, it's always "save the date" or "let's make it a date" with you.

it happened so effortlessly, in his mind. so seamlessly. he doesn't feel like he needs to perform around you. he's not a blushing mess, he doesn't stutter or even treat you very differently, hence why you don't notice that he thinks the two of you are together.

except for when he stops by and gets little trinkets. maybe a stick of chocolate for valentines day. not flowers, because he wasn't able to gauge whether or not you'd want some.

for your birthday, he got you a small gift. something that reminded him of a childhood story you'd once babbled on about.

he's just a little bit sweeter and a little bit softer around you, compared to when he's conversing with other teammates.

this you notice, and you begin to consider that maybe he has feelings for you. a little crush. but you'd never in a million years consider that he thought you guys were fully dating.

his strange acts of kindness spark a tiny crush inside of you. you're spending more time with him. enjoying your missions with him just a bit more. laughing, smiling. and he begins to feel like home.

you wonder—should you ask him out? he doesn't seem like he's going to make a move any time soon. and, after all, he's been picking up so many small gifts for you here and there. maybe he's waiting for you to do something.

so, one night, you consult his brothers.

"jason likes you. i can tell," dick reassures. "he likes being around you, whether that's as friends or because he likes likes you, i dunno."

"definitely," tim had said. "jason with chocolates in his hand? never seen before. until you."

damian rolled his eyes when you asked. he scoffed and said, "i've been waiting for you to catch on. why don't you just ask each other out already?"

they act like jason is acting so differently. perhaps you just don't know him as well as they do.

one night, on a mission, you gather enough courage to turn to him and ask. "hey..."

"yeah?" he says, tipping his head towards the starless sky.

"i...um...i know we do a lot together. and i don't want to ruin our friendship."

"friendship?"

you nod. did jason even consider you a friend? why did he seem so confused? "yeah. i just...i really like having you around. so don't make it weird, okay?"

he dips his head. "okay...?"

"do you...want to go on a date with me?"

he blinks. once, twice. "are we not on one right now?"

you shrug. "i mean, i would hardly consider this a date." you gesture to the honking cars below, to your feet swinging off the edge of the roof.

"why are you asking me out?" he says, leaning forward.

you're a little stunned. a bit hurt. "because...i like you? because we spend a lot of time together and i think you're fun to be around? i don't know."

jason waves his hands in the air. "yeah, i know. but...why? i mean, we're already dating. if you wanted to go for a date and not have to go on a mission at the same time, you could've just said—"

"i'm sorry, what?"

"you...could've just said you wanted to do something different for our dates?"

you shake your head frantically. "no, no, no. you said that...you just said that we're dating?"

he stares at you like you're the one not making sense. "yeah...?"

"we're not dating, jason."

his mask hisses as he pries it off his face. his brows furrow and his cheeks redden with embarrassment. "we're...not?" he says it so softly, so painfully that you almost want to convince him that you are dating him.

"jason...oh, jason. did you think that all our talk about dates made this a date?" you can barely stifle your laughter. "jason, oh jason...you're so sweet. darling, it's an expression."

"so we're...not dating?"

"how long have you thought that?"

"about a year now." bashfully, jason's shoulders sink. "i thought we were, since you never turned down any of my gifts."

"i just thought that was you being nice. i'm sorry, i never thought to give you anything back. i just...thought you were being nice."

"of course i was just being nice. i...liked having you around."

it sounds silly saying it all aloud, but now that you think of it, jason's loyalty to you was plain as day. he was a reserved person, so it was easy to think he was just being a loner, like usual.

there was time the two of you went undercover. two girls had been ruthlessly vying for his attention. both infinitely attractive. some men, too. and he hadn't even blinked. you assumed he was just playing his part when he scooped you into his arms and wouldn't let go of you the entire night.

the way he listened to you—that gift he'd bought you for your birthday. reminiscent of some stupid childhood story you'd told him on some meaningless, random night. yet he'd remembered.

because that night hadn't been meaningless to him. no night with you had been meaningless.

perhaps he wasn't dense or stupid for thinking the two of you were already dating. perhaps you were in fact the dense one, for not seeing the signs. for not seeing how sweet he was sooner, for how silently loyal he was.

"jason." you loop his hand in yours. his pulse beats steadily. he's not nervous around you. neither are you anymore. "how long did you say we were dating?"

"we're not—"

"how long did you say we were dating for?"

he bites his lip. "tomorrow would've been...uh, our one year anniversary. i didn't know if you wanted me to plan something. you didn't seem to care very much, like the people do in the movies." because you hadn't even known. "i did want to plan something, though. you just never seemed like an 'event' sorta person." he chuckles. "i guess...i guess i know why, now."

"i love surprises," you mutter. "you can still plan something. there's still time."

"but we're not...you said we're not dating." he just seems so damn sad about it.

you shake your head. "what're you talking about?" you grin and rest your head on his shoulder. you can't believe he thought you just didn't like events, you didn't want to cuddle. you just hadn't known.

so you smile, allowing the stench of gotham celebrate the countdown to your first anniversary. the moon hangs high in the sky, and you check your watch. midnight strikes, and you snuggle into jason.

"happy one year anniversary, jay."

[luvlypresley]

The Nightwing "No Pay-Policy"

you slide your card toward the register like it’s nothing, like you didn’t spend the last hour watching dick grayson smile at you across dinner and pretending your knees weren’t weak.

he notices immediately. of course he does. this man has the reflexes of a cat and the dramatic instincts of a theatre kid raised by ninjas.

“hey— hey, hey, hold on.” he’s already halfway out of his chair, eyes wide, voice half-laughing like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. “what do you think you’re doing?”

you blink. “...paying?”

dick presses a hand to his chest like you’ve wounded him. “paying? you? for me?” he shakes his head slowly, lips twitching. “that’s cute. wrong, but cute.”

you try not to smile, because he’s being ridiculous, standing there in his leather jacket, hair falling into his eyes like he was crafted to be your weakness. “i just thought I could take this one.”

“no, no, sweetheart.” he steps closer, resting his palms on the counter beside your hand. you can feel the warmth of him, the way he crowds in without being pushy. “that’s my job.”

you raise a brow. “your job?”

his grin softens just enough to make your heart stutter. “yeah. my job. i asked you out. i pay. that’s the rule.”

“that’s not a real rule.” you argue.

“it is in the dick grayson handbook,” he counters, tapping the imaginary badge on his chest. “chapter one: be a gentleman. chapter two: do unnecessary flips. chapter three: pay for dates.”

you snort. “i swear you make half of this up.”

he leans in, lowering his voice like it’s a secret just for you. “only the parts meant to make you smile.”

your cheeks warm and he definitely catches it. His eyes flicker in that smug soft boy way, not arrogant, just unbearably fond.

dick nudges your card back toward you with two fingers, slow and deliberate. “look… i know you can pay. you’re capable, you’re independent, you scare the hell out of me in the best way.” he pauses, blue eyes bright, honest. “but let me treat you tonight. i want to.”

you swallow. “you really don’t like when i try to pay, huh?”

he huffs a laugh, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. “i like that you try. i like that you’re thoughtful. but it also makes me wanna wrap you up in my arms and say ‘nope, not happening’ every single time.”

“possessive much?” you tease.

“only when it comes to you,” he shoots back, grinning like it’s the most natural truth in the world.

he takes your card, sets it back in your bag, and presses the tiniest kiss to your forehead before you can argue. “let me do this one. consider it… an investment in more nights like this.”

you look up at him, fighting a smile. “and what do i owe in return?”

dick shrugs lightly, looping his fingers with yours as he hands his card to the cashier. “just keep showing up.”

and the way he says it. Soft, earnest, like you’re the best thing to happen to his week...yeah.

you’re not fighting him on the bill anymore.

hes so cute i wanna eat him

©luvlypresley2025 - do not translate or copy in any way.

[my-love-all-mine]

✶ Call me up!

summary: What happens when they get a call that their beloved partner is out drunk?

warnings: mentions of vomiting and drinking, gn!reader (I think?) pet names, a lil angsty in Tim’s part, but overall just fluff and crack lol

a/n: Hellooo I hope everyone’s doing well<33 I’ve been kinda out of it mentally but I’m back!

Starring: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne

Dick Grayson

The phone rung at about 3 am, waking Dick from his slumber.

He grunted as he rolled over to the side of his bed, reaching his arm out to grab the telephone.

“Hello?” Dick said groggily.

His mind snapped out of his sleepy state the minute he heard your voice.

And by the way you were slurring your words, you were definitely drunk.

“Ok baby just tell me where you are and I’ll come pick you up.” He hastily said, already putting his coat and shoes on.

You struggled to get the name of the bar you were at. But when you finally did, Dick wasted no time and immediately drove over to your location.

He got out of the car and immediately spotted you, sitting on the curb and looking up at god knows what.

Dick slowly approached you, trying not to startle you.

You were in your own world, admiring the night sky up above in your intoxicated state.

“[name]? You okay?” He called out to you.

You looked over to him, smile widening immediately.

“Dick!” You squealed.

Of course, jumping from your position so suddenly was a bad idea, especially when you had just inhaled 4 rounds of vodka shots earlier.

You stumbled backward, your balance completely lost.

Dick quickly caught your wrist and pulled you toward him before you could hurt yourself.

“Careful there.” He flashed a grin at you.

“Hello boyfriend.” You giggled hazily as you burrowed your face into his neck.

He chuckled as one of his arms slipped beneath your knees to pick you up.

“What are you doing out so late baby?”

You groaned into his shoulder, sliding one arm behind his neck.

“M’friends left me alone.”

Dick scoffed at that, kissing the top of your head as he began walking off to his car.

“You should’ve called me earlier.”

Dick’s touch was the only familiar thing to you right now. You couldn’t help yourself as you hummed against him and closed your eyes.

When he finally arrived to the car, Dick carefully opened the backseat door with his elbow.

“Cmon hon, we’re here.” He brushed a hair from your face before noticing you had already drifted off to sleep.

Dick smiled softly as he gently lowered you onto the car seats, your body already curling up the moment you touched the smooth leather.

He later drove you back to his apartment, making sure you were okay before tucking you into bed, your soft snores later blending into his as he held you while the both of you slept.

Oh, and he WILL take care of you during your hangover in the morning.

Jason Todd

When you called him suddenly in the middle of the night, drunk, he swears he felt his heart stop beating.

He was always prepared for the worst situation possible, and for some reason he was blaming himself already if anything had happened to you.

You were blabbering on about some random dude at the bar while Jason rushed out of his apartment, holding the phone by his ear tightly.

He quickly revved up his motorcycle and rushed over to the bar you were at, his mind clouded with worry as the cold Gotham wind blew against his skin.

Jason arrived at the location you mention you were at in a hurry, yanking his helmet away immediately.

The door bust wide open, making everyone’s heads bar turn towards the tall muscular man standing at the entrance. He ignored everyone’s stares and immediately marched over to you.

You were giggling hysterically at a joke a guy you met earlier told you when Jason tapped your shoulder and said your name.

As soon as you spotted your boyfriend, your smile grew impossibly wide and you got up to clumsily wrap your arms around his neck.

When he noticed you weren’t hurt or in any real danger, any tension from his shoulders released.

“It’s dangerous to be out so late, doll.” He said, hugging you tightly.

“Stop bossing me around, Jay.” You murmured.

He scoffed and threw you over his shoulder as you yelped at the sudden action.

Jason shot one last dirty look at the man you were talking to before walking out the door.

His boots clanked as he strut to his bike, setting you down on the seat swiftly.

“You’re gonna have to hold on tight yeah?” He said, handing you a helmet.

“Hm.” You huffed.

Jason made sure you were okay before also stepping onto the motorcycle and turning it on.

Your fingers clutched at his jacket before he drove off into the night.

He wakes up in the morning with you clinging onto him like a koala, then has to hold your hair up while you throw up the alcohol from the earlier night.

Tim Drake:

Tim was hunched over at the batcomputer, typing away for a case he was working on for weeks when he finally looked at the clock.

He immediately woke up from his sleepy state, remembering you were supposed to be here ages ago. It was now 3:16 am, way too late for you to still be out.

Tim immediately checked his phone, seeing a couple missed calls from you.

He cursed under his breath, trying to call you back yet getting no response.

Thankfully, he never went anywhere without knowing your location, even if you might not know that he had it yourself.

Tim hastily pulled your location out and made his way to you, scurrying over with one of the cars from the manor.

You were supposed to be at some frat party your friend had invited you to, and knowing you, you probably had one too many drinks.

He slammed the car door shut, immediately walking into the house whose front door was unlocked. In Gotham??

The loud music baring from the stereos and the colourful lights hit him like a bullet to his head, covering his ears and making his only mission finding you.

He searched high and low, upstairs, downstairs, in the basement, before he heard your voice shouting from the kitchen.

You were crawling on the marble countertop, drinking up a couple shots effortlessly.

His eyes widened as he pushed through a crowd of people to get to you, gaze locked on your form the whole time.

“Baby?” He brushed his hand against your arm.

You looked over to see his your boyfriend, your face displaying a shocked expression.

That shocked expression soon turned into an annoyed one.

You slowly got down from the countertop, tripping over to him.

“What’r you doing here Tim?” You slurred.

His brows furrowed, “What do you mean? You called me?”

You groaned, because of him or the alcohol, you don’t know.

“You were supposed to be here 2 hours ago! You promised you’d pick me up! But I guess your stupid work is more important than me.” Your body stumbled backwards before you clutched onto the countertop.

His face changed into something completely different, a guilty look in his eyes.

“Fuck. I forgot about that. Sorry.”

You rolled your eyes, walking away from him and back to the discarded shots.

“Doesn’t matter, I have a new boyfriend now!” You laughed giddily.

Hu huffed, “What?!”

You gestured to the half empty vodka bottle you were holding, fingers already reaching over to pour some in a glass. His brows furrowed.

He swore you lost your mind when you started talking to the bottle.

“-Isn’t that right? You’d never leave me like Tim.” You cooed at the glass bottle, clutching it against your chest like a madwoman.

“Alright. That’s it.” Tim spoke up, prying the bottle away from your hands and picking you up over his shoulder.

“Hey! Put me down!” You yelled.

He ignored your demand, fighting through the crowd of people in an attempt to get through the front door.

When he finally made it, you were slumped over his shoulder, body finally giving in to your tiredness.

He brought his car keys out of his pocket, unlocking the door and placing you into the passenger seat.

“You’re mean.” You murmured.

“I love you too.” He smiled, before driving back to the manor.

Tim tucked you into bed and before he could think about leaving to go deprive himself of more sleep, you pulled at his wrist harshly and he fell into the white sheets next to you.

“You owe me an apology tomorrow. And breakfast.” You whispered drunkenly against his raven hair.

He gave into your touch, arms engulfing your body.

“Whatever you say, baby.”

Bruce Wayne

Bruce had finally made it home from patrol, ready to fall asleep in his bed.

Though when he saw your contact ringing on his phone, he immediately snapped out of his tired trance.

It was one of your colleagues who called him, saying that you might have had a little bit too much to drink at the company gala tonight.

Bruce wasted no time before getting dressed, heading out of the manor doors.

He declined Alfred’s offer to drive him and immediately got into his car, speeding off in a second.

Bruce pulled into the parking lot ten minutes later. Hastily getting out of the vehicle, he straightened his posture and headed into the tall fancy building.

He immediately spotted you, loud warm laugh vibrating against the walls of the ballroom. You slammed a hand down onto your table, making it shake a little.

Your trusted colleague, on the other hand, made all efforts to try to keep you from knocking over anything and also to keep you from drinking any more champagne.

She let out the biggest exhale ever when she saw Bruce standing in the middle of the room, helping you get up immediately and leading you toward him.

“Please take her home.”

She gave you a small smile before letting you stumble forward to his chest.

You looked up, eyes widening in shock as he slid a hand around your waist.

“What’s wrong honey, had a little too much to drink?” He smiled.

“Huh-wha? Honey?” You blushed.

“Hm?” He chuckled in confusion.

“Who… who are you?” You tilted your head as you slurred your words.

“Your husband.” He gave you an honest look.

Your eyes widened even wider when the word “husband” left his mouth.

You gasped softly, “I have… a husband?”

Bruce laughed as he took your hand into his, bringing it up to your face.

“See?” He gestured to your wedding ring.

“Oh my god.” You ogled the shiny piece of metal.

You looked back at him, scanning his face intently.

“If you’re my husband, what’s your name?”

His hand brought yours up to place a small kiss upon your knuckles, grinning at your question.

“It’s Bruce, darling. You really don’t remember me?”

You shook your head, oblivious as ever.

He sighed, leading you out the building slowly.

When you got to his car. You stopped him before he could usher you into the backseat.

“Bruce?” You whispered.

“Yes?” He curiously said.

“Can I give you a kiss?” You pleaded with your eyes.

He laughed softly as he lowered his head to make it easier for you to access his lips.

You laughed giddily as you placed a small peck on his cheek, then immediately crawled into the backseat.

“I think I like having a husband.” You muttered to yourself, loud enough for Bruce to hear it.

He will definitely make fun of you for this in the morning.

Tysm for reading! Reblogs & comments are appreciated <3

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[invincibledc]

Batfam (or just Damian) with a Sweet//Soft Al-Ghul Twin! Reader who loves to cuddle! (Can be during naps or in general. :3)

BATFAMILY X SOFT!AL-GHUL!TWIN READER

When the softer twin loves cuddles.

Y/n and Damian were the same in skills.

Personality? No.

You and Damian are like yin and yang. Moon and Sun, the classic duo that everyone overuses when they want to be different from others.

But you are different from Damian.

You’re too soft.

He’s ruthless.

So maybe that’s why he finds himself being cuddled by his twin sibling who seemed not to have a care in the world.

You had a cuddling problem.

Sleeping in general? You’re sitting by someone and cuddling them.

You’re like some kinda kitten just wanting warmth.

Jason was the first one you cuddled close to, making Damian mad cause first of all… you’re his sibling and second of all, YOU’RE HIS SIBLING?!!

So Damian moved Jason out of the way and hugged you. And Damian doesn’t do hugs.

Tim was once playing on his switch when he saw his preteen sibling walking over before cuddling against him. He froze before he kept playing.

Dick was gushing when you cuddled him, he’d been WAITING for his little sibling to cuddle him. He took so many pictures that he put one as his profile picture.

“Oh yeah, that’s my ex-assassin of a little sibling cuddling me after school.”

Bruce was the last person, he saw how you cuddled with the others in your sleep.

He just didn’t expect his small child to be curled upon his lap as he put data in the bat computer.

Bruce just let out a small smile before continuing to type in a report for the latest crimes that happened in Gotham.

[fancy-possum]

CLINGY IN THE DARK , Damian Wayne

Damian Wayne is the clingiest sleepy boyfriend imaginable. though, he'd never admit that. every night he is practically your body guard.

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The manor was quiet in the way only deep nights could be — the kind of silence that made every creak of the old floorboards feel louder than it should. You woke up slowly, blinking against the darkness, your throat dry and your mind fuzzy from a half-remembered dream. The clock on the nightstand read 3:42am. You’d only been asleep for a few hours, but your body was already demanding water.

You tried to slip out of bed quietly, careful not to wake Damian. He was curled up beside you, one arm draped possessively over your waist even in sleep, his breathing deep and even. His dark hair was messy against the pillow, his face relaxed in a way it rarely was during the day. You smiled softly, brushing a stray strand from his forehead before easing out from under his arm.

The second your feet touched the floor, he stirred.

“Mm… where are you going?” His voice was thick with sleep, rough and low, but his hand reached out immediately, fingers brushing your wrist.

“Just getting water,” you whispered, squeezing his hand. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be right back.”

He made a small, discontented sound, but his eyes stayed closed. You padded to the bathroom, the cool tile under your feet a relief. You filled a glass from the sink, sipping slowly, listening to the quiet drip of the faucet. When you turned to leave, Damian was standing in the doorway, hair even messier, eyes half-open, wearing his sleeping shorts and an old t-shirt.

You nearly jumped. “Damian? What are you doing up?”

He shrugged, stepping closer. “Making sure you don’t hurt yourself." fall in the toilet.”

You stared at him, trying not to laugh. “I’m not going to hurt myself getting water. I’m a grown woman.”

He crossed his arms, looking adorably stubborn even half-asleep. “The floor is slippery at night. And you’re tired. I’m just… being cautious.”

You smiled, setting the glass down and stepping into his space. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest like it was the most natural thing in the world. His chin rested on your head, warm and solid.

“You’re clingy when you’re sleepy,” you teased softly, fingers tracing patterns on his back.

“I am not clingy,” he muttered, but his arms tightened around you. “I’m… protective. There’s a difference.”

You laughed quietly, nuzzling into his neck. “Sure. Protective of me falling into the toilet or something at 3am.”

He huffed, but didn’t let go. Instead, he walked you back to the bed, still holding you close, and pulled you down with him. You ended up curled against his chest, his arm draped over your waist, leg tangled with yours. He pressed a soft kiss to your hair, already drifting back to sleep.

“Stay,” he mumbled. “Please.”

You smiled against his skin. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He made a small, contented sound and held you tighter.

The next night, it happened again.

You woke up around 2am, needing the bathroom. The second your feet hit the floor, once again; Damian stirred beside you. This time he didn’t even pretend to be asleep. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, hair sticking up in every direction.

“I’ll come with you,” he said, voice gravelly.

You turned, smiling in the dark. “Damian, I can go to the bathroom by myself. I’ve been doing it for years.”

He frowned, already swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “The hallway is dark. And cold. You might trip.”

You laughed softly, but let him follow you anyway. He walked beside you the whole way, one hand on your lower back like he was ready to catch you if you stumbled. When you reached the bathroom door, he waited outside, leaning against the wall until you came out. Then he took your hand, leading you back to bed without a word.

Once you were both under the covers, he pulled you against his chest again, arms wrapping around you like a shield. His chin rested on your head, breath warm against your hair.

“I'll say it again. you're clingy,” you whispered, smiling.

“I am not,” he muttered, but his hold tightened. “I’m… ensuring your safety. That’s all.”

You kissed his collarbone. “Well I love your version of safety.”

He made a small, pleased sound and fell back asleep almost immediately, holding you like you might vanish if he let go.

It became a pattern.

Every night, no matter how deeply he slept, the second you moved, Damian was awake. If you got up for water, he followed, standing in the doorway like a silent guardian. If you had a nightmare and sat up gasping, he was there instantly, pulling you into his arms, murmuring soft reassurances in Arabic until you calmed down. If you simply rolled over, he’d reach out, hand finding yours under the covers, lacing your fingers together like he needed the connection to stay asleep.

During the day, he was the same reserved, slightly arrogant Damian Wayne the world knew — blunt, focused, keeping everyone at arm’s length. But at night, in the quiet dark of your shared room, he was soft. Clingy. Needy in a way he’d never admit.

One particularly cold night, you woke up shivering. Before you could even reach for the extra blanket, Damian was already moving. He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms and legs around you like a human blanket, his body heat seeping into yours. His face pressed against your neck, breath warm and steady.

“Cold?” he mumbled, half-asleep.

“A little,” you whispered, smiling as you snuggled into him. “You’re warm though.”

He made a small, contented sound, nuzzling closer. “Stay close then. I’ve got you.”

You fell back asleep like that — wrapped up in Damian Wayne, his arms around you, his leg thrown over yours, like he couldn’t bear even an inch of space between you.

In the morning, he’d wake up first, as always. He’d slip out of bed quietly, pretending the clingy boy from the night before had never existed. He’d make coffee, set out your favourite mug, and act like nothing had changed. But you’d catch him watching you with that soft look when he thought you weren’t looking. And when you’d smile at him across the table, he’d blush faintly and look away, ears pink.

But at night, he’d reach for you again. Every single time.

Because no matter how much he denied it during the day, Damian Wayne was the clingiest sleepy boyfriend in the world. And you wouldn’t have him any other way.

A/N: lil guy so cute I love him sm. sorry for constantly disappearing im lowkey setting up a queue rn

[1nsignia]

fluff, jason todd

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jason todd never indulged in gossip “you’re fucking with me” “honest to god”

why would he? it was immature and ill-mannered to talk about someone’s life! their decisions are their decisions

“she slept with him. in his office” “yup”

... at least that's what he liked to believe in

jason gave you the most baffled look you’ve ever seen on his face. it made you snort and wave a hand at his face. “hello? earth to jason” immediately, jason blinked and snapped out of it. both of you were sitting on the couch, your legs sprawled on his lap and his hands idly tracing your knee.

“wait wait wait—" he slightly shifted his body to face you, the traces on your knee stopping as his large, warm hand just rested flat on it. “let me get this straight. you’re telling me that nancy—" “uh huh” “the same one who tried to get your promotion months ago--" “that’s her” “was caught sleeping with your boss at his office—" “not caught, per se.” “whatever” jason waved it off and continued. “and to top it off, she’s married to drew for— how long?” “8 years” you hummed, scooting closer to him and biting your bottom lip to hold back a laugh from the look on his face as he was processing this new information you gave him. and when it did, he just sighed and shook his head, his fingers now resuming the slow and lazy circles he traced on your knee. 

“sweetheart, your office environment is crazy” you could still hear how he was still slightly bewildered from the bombshell you just dropped on him. he was also confused as to why HR wasn't involved already

“hey, it pays the bills” you joked, lifting a hand to run through jason’s soft hair in that slow and gentle manner that always had him melt into your touch. “plus, at least there’s something to keep me entertained while i work in boredom” “you know you can leave your job and i can take care of everything, right?” jason reminded you— for what felt like the millionth time—but you just smiled softly and nodded. “yeah i know, but how else am i gonna come bearing news to you?” “…touché. i still need to know why carol and jesse aren’t talking to each other”

now that you couldn’t hold your laugh for. the wide smile on your face and your laugh softened jason’s eyes, a smile of his own appearing. his hand slipped beneath your knee to pull you close, the other hand cupping your face as he pulled you into a kiss

you could practically feel the smile on his face turn into a grin, and it made your smile grow as you kissed him back. it was a kiss of quiet contentment— slow, familiar and overflowing with the kind of affection that only came from loving someone for a long time

his hand remained cradling your cheek, his thumb lazily brushing across your skin with a small hum slipping out from your fingers combing through his hair

slowly, both of you broke the kiss, foreheads leaning on one another with nothing but pure love and adoration for one another

“so how was your night?” you asked, now laying your head on his chest. he just hummed, shifting his arm to drape over your shoulders and keep you close. “it was fine” a beat “…so bruce was basically being annoying like always and—"

okay maybe jason indulged in some gossip. keyword—some

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[thbbie]

suggestive — post orgasm fluff w jason todd

the air in your shared room is still warm and thick as you both come down. jason collapses to your side, his sweat slicked chest rising and falling with each heavy breath and you can almost feel yours becoming short again.

there's a pretty smile spread on his lips and a soft dusting of rouge on the apples of his cheeks and the tip of his nose when he turns to look at you, dark curls framing his his face. "hi you"

a smile, toothy and sweet, mirroring his own breaks out on your lips, "hi jason" he looks to be glowing, soft around the edges and your heart can't help but fill with fondness.

gentle heat radiates from your flushed skin while exhaustion pulls at your eyelids making them feel too heavy to hold open. he turns to lay on his side, one hand tucked under his head as the other traces along your arm in a feather light touch. it's quite for some time. both of you content in laying together in comfortable silence when a question forms in the back of your mind and travels down to sit on the edge of your tongue, itching to be asked —

"what's your favourite part of my body?"

jason raises an eyebrow, an expression between a deadpan and genuine confusion on his face (or perhaps it was concern that he failed to make you feel just how dear to him all of you was just a few comments earlier.) kissed bitten lips part to answer your question with an answer but you quickly cut him off with a short playful roll of your eyes.

"i know you like my body jason. clearly" taking a moment to gesture to the blooming hickies and faint bite marks that adorn you, "that wasn't the question"

it takes a second for jason to respond, the question (and reassurance of your satisfaction) settling. jason was quick and witty and often sharp tongued with others, but with you he always took a moment. as if to savour each word you offer him, and to allow himself a chance at stringing together an adequate response.

shifting his body, jason positions himself on the arm that had been tucked beneath his head leaning his weight on it while the other takes your left hand, pressing a kiss to your palm before sliding his fingers along it to interlock with yours. "i like your hands." he says it simply, eyes locked on onto your heavy lidded ones and almost immediately you feel much more awake.

he descends, pressing another kiss that lingers a little longer to your hips and making his way up wards. "i like your hips. i like this soft part of your tummy." his lips brushing the plump skin below your navel. warm kisses climb higher up your body, and he presses a kiss below your chest where the soft flesh meets your ribs. "i like you here," you can feel a smile forming, mischievous. his tongue peeks out, licking a short stripe before continuing, "especially after a long day before you get the chance to shower and you smell fucking delici-"

your free hand threads through soft curls in attempt to tug him away. "jason stop. ew" there is no urgency in your voice. he take your other wrist in the same hand, shadow of his grin lingering in his lips as he's pressing a kiss to your pulse point, "i like your wrists too"

butterflies erupt in your stomach, your drowsiness long forgotten. your legs shift to press together beneath the sheets, still shaking with a slight tremble from earlier. "okay! thank you jason that's- thats enough" you hope your face doesn't look as hot as it feels.

"mm, i don't think so. i'm not close to being done with you sweetheart. just like that — lay back for me. let me show you the rest of my favourite parts of you "