⋆˚࿔ Romantic things DC men do that they don’t even realise (fluff headcanons)
200 FOLLOWER SPECIAL!!!! (from my poll :p)
Characters (separately): Wally West, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Kyle Rayner and Dick Grayson
CW: poor writing, suggestive, short Kyle section, I tried to write a gn reader but I didn't proofread so just know it's meant to be a gender neutral reader
THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING HCS GUYS PLEASE BE NICE (also am I supposed to be adding this many tags omg)
Part 2 is here
Wally West:
Immediately volunteer to run errands for you.
Three raps on your door made your head whip up, yet it was so obviously your boyfriend. How? Well the spare key jingles and he calls out while opening the door "Guess who?!" with a continuously mirthful voice that you can hardly muster yourself on most days.
He opens the door regardless and your met with the sight of him and his happy, dopey little grin as you peer down at his hands: one of those reusable grocery bags and a whole thing of detergent in it, the orange and blue standing out against the woven shopping bag as it pokes out of the top of the bag.
Walking over to him, you can't help but just slightly tilt your head, smiling, "Can I ask why?"
"Why? Oh—well when we were calling this morning and you were doing your laundry you mentioned how you ran out of detergent but still had a bunch of softener and all," he then triumphantly holds up the bag like a prize, "so I got you detergent!"
He then pauses and stares at you, "Y'know what? Just sit down." He mildly commands and nudges you to your own couch as you stand in justified confusion from the snapped change in topic. He continues "Sit down, I'll do your laundry and I'm not having my partner be annoyed by separating white and coloured clothes...in fact I'll go do that and then save the best for last!"
"Which is?"
"Washing your panties?"
Trying to feign disgust you scrunch your face "You're disgusting."
"I love you!" he shoots straight to your heart
"Yeah, I love you too..."
Jason Todd:
Randomly recommends things he thinks you'll like
"Hey." he beckons to you, waving a book in the air when you walk into the shared apartment. His gaze remains mildly bored as he placed the book on the kitchenette island, sliding it to the side where you would end upstanding in front of.
Wearily, you place a hand on top of the book, nodding to him, "what's this?"
"Old book. I'm sure you'll like it." He say's casually, looking back down at his own book and he speaks idly, "It's got the stuff you love, just trust me on it."
Peering below you, you read the title, "'Pride and Prejudice'? What's it about?" you walk around the counter and now stood next to him, leaning over the table, hip pressed against the cold.
Jason just barely smirks, "Smart girl and heart throb that would've have a 19th century girl swooning. Seems like your style, babe." He grins and—almost naturally—rests his heavy hand on your lower back, "It's honestly one of my favorites, really great story..."
"You love telling me what to watch and read, Jason."
"Because I know what you love. Have you ever hated something I recommended you?" he asks, drumming his fingers on your waist without a coherent rhythm.
Speechless and pursing your lips to muster an answer, you couldn't help it, you did like the stuff he recommended, "Whatever, I'll go read." Exasperation sprinkled through your voice, yet a tad bit of excitement.
If Jason recommends it, it's definitely something you'll like.
Bruce Wayne:
Uses you as an excuse (Not in a demeaning way)
"No I'm sorry I can't attend—"
You enter his home office, holding your laptop in preparation to do your own work. However, you see the little twinkle in his eye.
It's the same twinkle that comes up when he cracks a case on an investigation, "I can't attend because my spouse and I have a...doctors appointment!"
You raise a brow and shoot a barely judgemental look towards him, and you watch as his lips purse into a silent flounder, checking his options of what to say, "They have the plague—or something plague adjacent. Yes, yes...bye bye now." and the sigh he lets out in relief.
You can't help but laugh at the display "You're so phoney, Bruce" you declare half-heartedly.
"Welcome to the lifestyle of a retired playboy billionaire. You learn how to be phony."
A grin draws itself onto yours and Bruce’s faces, parallels in your expressions as he gets to his feet.
“Unfortunately I have patrol. However, Dick and his friend want to eventually take over themselves. So…can I cash in that fake doctors appointment then?”
You smirk at the mild formality that remains even as he jokes, and reply "Any time, honey."
A smirk that stretches at his lip line then appears as he steps over in your direction, like some big magnet "...How about a preview?" He proposes with his hands resting on your waist, rubbing up and down to test between the curve from below your chest to your torso, then hips.
Yeah, maybe this isn't just a preview...
Kyle Rayner:
Doodling you
Sitting in the headquarter of the justice league, you fidget with a crappy old handheld game system that had been there for years, with your boyfriend across from you in a comfortable silence, relishing in the fact you both have no missions for the day...at least after that mission that had you both lazing back in a place where you probably shouldn't be.
Kyle pipes up, "Hey how should I draw your hair? How it normally is? Or in that way you like to style it?" then peering up at your curiously.
You barely glance at him, your focus still on the little handheld console, punching in buttons that appear on the adviced combos on the side, "Normal hair, I think it looks good right now."
Before you could even finish your sentence his pen was already scratching at the slightly thick parchment of his sketchbook, "Got it, I already drew you in your different hair styles the other day anyway." he asserts matter of factly.
His eyes trace the lines within the book, and prided himself silently at how harmoniously the lines came together to create a mini portrait of yourself.
He admired you in all the styles on his page, in which he used it for a facial study.
The shape of your jaw in one, the averted gaze in another, the pout of your lips in yet another. Thank god he practically memorised how to draw you...
Dick Grayson:
Just trying to make time for you
"Babe, look!" Dicks voice echoes in the gym, a child-like excitement so unbelievably prevalent in his voice. You glance up from your own work out, a huff in your breath as your extreme weariness makes way for unamusement.
There you see your favorite acrobat doing the most douchebag thing: handstand push ups, the beacon of douches.
Dick had dragged you to the gym. Between vigilante work and actual work, you both hadn't been able to have any real time together. So...you both compromised on the gym!
You take some heavy, fatigued steps in his direction and plop onto the floor near his form, "Jesus...why did we have to come to the gym at 7AM?"
The way he beams, an entire paradox to your annoyance, he continues with the obnoxious calisthenics "Because we need some good, quality time together!"
"Ok, at 7AM though?"
"Well, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable about people you don't know, so yes," he affirms, "7AM for minimal social interaction."
His body bends so he lands on his feet, the sneakers squeaking on his feet against the rubber-like flooring. As he turns his body he looks down at you and looks at your exhausted and sweat-sheened face.
"Hey, gorgeous."
"I hate you, Dick."
He hardly bats an eye at your declaration, "Cmon, lay on your stomach, I'll massage your back."
He pauses and reconsiders, "Or...drop those pants and we can have a little gym quickie—"
Everyone thinks Jason wears a domino mask under his helmet for the drama of it, but the real reason is because one time he sneezed wearing the helmet and it was the worst experience of his life.
He immediately started making the most grossed out horrified noises the gang member he had tied up had ever heard, and Roy doubled over laughing, completely giving up the intimidation factor they had had going.
They ended up getting nothing out of the guy and Jason immediately went home and designed a domino so he could throw the helmet off at any given moment while still hiding his identity. Roy still laughs whenever he thinks about it
⤿ DAMIAN WAYNE tends to take life a little to seriously sometimes. Then you enter his life, and suddenly it's a bit more difficult to frown when there's a smiley face on his sword sheath.
!! fluff. silly. headcanons. established relationship. fem reader. batboys version. modern ish au/not totally canon concepts. crack sorta. THIS IS SILLY bc to be cringe is to be free. i love sunshine x grumpy. ENJOY.
!! You met at a Wayne Foundation event you weren’t supposed to be at. You were helping a friend cater, wearing a glittery apron and handing out hors d’oeuvres with a smile that made people forget their complaints.
!! Damian noticed you immediately, not because you were loud, but because you were unaffected. You didn’t flinch under scrutiny, but you didn’t try to impress anyone. You offered him a mini quiche and said, “You look like you need a snack and a long nap.” He didn’t respond... but he did take the quiche.
!! You ran into him again at the Gotham's botanical gardens. You were sketching flowers in a flowery notebook, sitting cross-legged on a bench. He was there for solitude, but of course once you spotted him you beamed and offered him a page.
!! “Pick a flower. I’ll draw it for you.” He chose a white camellia, and you didn’t ask why, you just drew it, tore out the page, and handed it to him. He still has it tucked away in one of his books.
!! You didn’t flirt. You didn’t push. You just kept showing up.. at charity events, at gallery openings, at the café near the Wayne Tower where you always ordered the brightest drink on the menu. Damian started showing up too, but of course he claimed it was coincidence. You didn’t argue.
!! You have a habit of wearing glittery nail polish and earrings shaped like stars or fruit. Damian never comments on it directly, but he notices.
!! Once, after a long patrol, he handed you a small box with a pair of silver bat shaped studs. “They’re subtle,” he said. You wore them for a week straight.
!! You also have a habit of humming when you’re focused. Whether it be while cooking, organizing, or sketching. It’s soft and tuneless, but constant. Damian used to find it distracting, now? Now, he finds it grounding. He’s caught himself listening for it when you’re in the other room, just to know you’re near by.
!! You once brought him a notebook with a heart on the cover and said, “For your thoughts. Or your sword designs. Or your grocery lists.” He raised an eyebrow but took it. Months later, you found it tucked into his desk drawer, filled with sketches and notes in his precise handwriting. He never mentioned it, but you didn’t need him to.
!! You’re expressive in ways Damian isn’t. You wave when you see him across the room. You greet Alfred with a hug. You laugh easily and often, very often. Damian doesn’t mirror you, but he watches. He’s learned to read your moods by the way you move, how your shoulders lift when you’re excited, how your fingers fidget when you’re anxious.
!! Damian's learned to adjust accordingly. If your fingers are fidgeting, he changes the surroundings or eases the pressure you're feeling.
!! You once asked him what his favorite color was. He said “green,” without hesitation. You started wearing more green sweaters, scarves, even a green eyeshadow. He noticed, and one evening he even said "It suits you well." That made your heart nearly explode and the biggest smile come to your lips. "So do you."
!! When he’s upset, he doesn’t talk. He trains harder, isolates himself, and sharpens everything around him. You don’t push, you just sit nearby, reading or doing your daily things but just a bit closer to him, letting your presence speak for itself. Eventually, he’ll sit beside you. Sometimes he’ll say, “I’m fine.” Sometimes he won’t say anything at all, regardless of what he does you still stay with him every time.
!! Now, you may love sparkly things, but you’re not frivolous. You’re grounded, thoughtful, and emotionally fluent. Damian respects that. He doesn’t always understand your joy, but he trusts it. When you say, “You make me happy,” he believes you even if he doesn’t know what to do with the feeling.
!! You have a habit of complimenting strangers, from baristas, security guards, to people just walking their dogs. Damian used to tense every time assuming they'd be some sort of threat. Now he just stands beside you, arms crossed, eyes scanning the room while you tell someone their earrings are “absolutely gorgeous.” He doesn’t interrupt. He just makes sure you’re safe while you shine and laugh away the day.
!! You love your glittery gel pens and use them for everything. It's almost your signature at this point. Everything surrounding the Batfam is so dark and dreary, but the second there's a little bit of purple glitter on a note left on the fridge? Everyone knows who left it.
!! Damian once found a glittery note tucked into his sword case that said “Don’t forget to hydrate, my warrior prince <3” He didn’t acknowledge it, but he did refill his water bottle before training.
!! The one time you practically dragged him to Metropolis for a craft fair, he told you that this was "inefficient." To which you promptly stuck your chin up at him and said, “It’s not about efficiency. It’s about joy, Damian.”
!! So of course he came with you, hand in hand while you bounced from stall to stall. You bought handmade candles and a crystal sun catcher. He bought a hand carved wooden comb and pretended it was for Titus. It wasn’t.
!! When you’re excited, you talk with your hands, like gesturing wildly, eyes bright, voice animated. Damian listens with his full attention, even if he doesn’t say much. Sometimes he’ll reach out mid-sentence and gently still your hands, just to hold them. You always let him, but once he lets go you unintentionally start flailing them again.
!! You once asked him to help you hang fairy lights in your apartment. He insisted on measuring the spacing and using a level. You teased him for being “a perfectionist with a soft side.” He didn’t argue, just shrugged before he adjusted the last strand and said, “You deserve symmetry.”
!! You love giving small, thoughtful gifts to him. One time you gave him pressed flowers in a book, a bookmark with his initials, a jar of honey from a farmer’s market. Damian doesn’t always react, but he keeps everything and treats them like they're priceless (because to him they are.)
!! One time when you went to a Wayne Foundation Event with Damian, you wore a gold headband that had just enough sparkle that it garnered attention. Damian didn’t say anything all night until someone made a comment about it being “a bit much.” He stepped in front of you, looked the man dead in the eye, and said, “She’s perfect. You’re irrelevant, and frankly I know the Wayne Foundation wouldn't want to do business with a man like you.”
!! You didn’t say anything, just repressed a little smile that was threatening to bloom and held his hand the rest of the night.
Headcanon that Jason just kidnaps his siblings instead of asking them to hang out sometimes.
Sometimes he does the normal abduction thing and other times he has his methods.
Dick: Jason sneaks into Dick’s apartment in Blüdhaven at 3 AM, throws him over his shoulder, and drags him to his motorcycle. Dick wakes up mid-ride, half-conscious, groggily mumbling, "Jay, what the hell—?"
- Jason just shushes him and tosses a burger into his lap. "Shut up and eat, Goldie. We're bonding." (Jason, allowing his big brother to ruffle his hair? Nooooo, absolutely not...)
Tim: Jason straight-up drugs him asleep him when Tim refuses to take a break. He wakes up in Jason’s apartment with a cup of coffee and a sandwich waiting for him, while Jason sits on the couch reading a book.
- “You looked dead on your feet, Replacement. Either you napped willingly or I made you. Guess which one you picked.” (Jason totally doesn't rake a hand over his lil bro's hair during this time)
Steph: Jason knows Steph is a wild card when it comes to hanging out, so he has to be a little sneakier with her. He'd show up at her place unannounced, pretending to just be casually passing by, and in one smooth motion, he'd grab her and yank his little sister into his car or bike before she even realizes what's happening. (He totally doesn't do this in time with hard school, noooo)
Damian: Jason scoops him up mid-battle and just walks away with him. Damian kicks, bites, and yells, "UNHAND ME, TODD!" but Jason holds him like an angry kitten.
- They end up at a rooftop picnic with Alfred’s homemade food. Damian eventually eats while grumbling about Jason's “barbaric methods” but secretly enjoys the attention. (Jason maaayybe ruffles his hair a lot.)
Cass: She just lets it happen. Jason shows up, gestures toward his bike, and Cass just hops on without a word. They go on long road trips in comfortable silence, getting ice cream at 2 AM and scaring off criminals for fun. (Jason totally doesn't take the time to help her with her speech-)
Duke: Duke gets fake-napped. Jason tells him, "Be outside in five minutes," and when Duke says no, Jason still shows up, grabs him, and hauls him into a car.
- Duke just sighs and texts Bruce: "Jason's 'kidnapping' me again. Back later." (Jason totally doesn't get the names of school bullies from him and uses them, noooooooo)
Bruce knows this happens. He just sighs and lets it happen because, honestly? It’s Jason’s way of showing love. And at least the kids are getting along.
Jason kidnaps his siblings because it's his way of saying, "You're important to me, and I'm gonna drag you into ridiculous situations whether you like it or not."
He also, however, does it to Bruce.
In fact, it might be one of his favorite things to do, just because Bruce is always so serious and “responsible.”
Jason thinks it’s hilarious to force Bruce to take a break. He just shows up at the Batcave, probably with some kind of overly complicated plan to "kidnap" Bruce without him realizing.
Step 1: Jason would distract Alfred with a "Oh, just a quick check-in, you know, 'cause it’s been a while.’"
Step 2: He would wait for Bruce to get fully immersed in some case files and then sneak up behind him, tap him on the shoulder, and when Bruce turns around, Jason’s already got him in a headlock, pulling him out of the chair like, "Get up, old man. We're going to a diner. No arguments."
Bruce would protest, of course. He'd probably try to get out of it with his usual grumpy “I’m too busy” routine. Jason might fake-sigh and act like he's just trying to help Bruce loosen up, reminding him, "I know you think you’re invincible, but you still need to eat, Batman."
And if Bruce insists on not going, Jason would just drag him anyway. He might even grab the Batmobile for a joyride (he's always wanted to), making Bruce sit shotgun while Jason drives like an absolute maniac (Jokes on both because Bruce taught him to drive-)
Bruce would probably be scowling the whole time, but Jason would know his dad is secretly enjoying it, even if he won't admit it.
Eventually, Bruce would probably give in and get his grumpy little “dad” lecture—“You’re so reckless, Jason—” but Jason would just smile and be like, "Whatever. You’re welcome.”
Jason totally doesn't like it when his dad just ruffles his hair at some point.
I love the idea of Tim and Damian having a sibling rivalry, but Tim genuinely believes him and Damian don't get along and that the latter hates him because he's just so, so, so nice (as Damian can be) to Dick, Jason, Bruce, Alfred, Cass, Barbara, even Steph, but never him. But then Damian gets de-aged into a toddler or a baby, and he just clings to Tim and hisses at everyone else that gets close to him.
And everyone is baffled because in what world does that even happen? But after the spell is gone and Damian is back to himself, he's actually completely normal about the whole incident. He's not even embarrassed; he just stares at everyone blankly or with his eyebrow shot up because why is everyone surprised with him being close to Tim? But Tim needs his answers, so when it's just the two of them, he asks him about it.
Well, it turns out Damian is only nice to all of them because he genuinely thinks none of them are capable (except Cass; he just likes her like that). It's like when you know you're stronger, so you lose on purpose. And of all the family, he genuinely thinks Richard wouldn't survive if Damian wasn't extra nice to him. He just knows Tim isn't "a fool," so he acts like himself around him and enjoys their banter. Actually, that's one of the things he looks for when they're patrolling.
Tim: well, Dick isn't foolish
Damian: Grayson genuinely believes he could do a backflip from the Wayne Tower blindfolded.
Tim: yeah...okay, but Bruce
Damian: Father willingly goes out every night dressed up as a bat, fighting crime, and he had been training himself for that for years, so what's your point, Drake?
⋆˙⟡ request/note: not one, just messages being my inspo. this is not meant to be some huge thing. i actually hate it ngl.
↦ taggies: @kitkatscabinet
↠ dick grayson.
he adores it so much. the moment he sees it, he's picking it up and holding it next to his face with a bright smile. "oh, you even have the little escrima sticks.. this is so cute. i'm honored you have a little me watching over your place." he doesn't put it down until he leaves, seemingly absorbed in the idea that you went out and bought a tiny him.
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↠ jason todd.
he blinks at it, confused at first, before a little laugh sounds when you tell him it's customized. "you really keep this where people can see it?" you only nod, smiling, like it's completely normal. "okay, yeah. thanks?" he's not entirely sure how to respond but every time he glances over to the tiny figure, he feels that content warmth in his gut.
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↠ tim drake.
it's been on your shelf for a month, you're honestly surprised it's taken him this long to see it, and he only notices mid turn during a rant. "is that...?" the rant is forgotten because he's too busy turning it over in his hand, mumbling about how the staff is wrong. "they at least-" he only stops because you're staring, eyes narrowed. "it's incredibly cool," he finally says, setting it back down.
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↠ damian wayne.
"this is..." he turns it once or twice, thumb plucking the end of the plastic sword, "inaccurate." he glances at you and sets it back on the shelf, not really having much else to say. you assume he doesn't think about it, until two days later, there's a new one - you - next to it. he, surprisingly, didn't change any of the inaccuracies.
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↠ ted kord.
oh, he's in love right off the bat and absolutely everything else being talked about is now on the backburner for the next thirty minutes. "we could build a whole set up for him.. we could make it look like a little enclosure. i can sketch up the design and you could find the pieces."
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↠ michael carter.
the moment he sees it, he lights up and gasps like it's the biggest honor of all. "is that me?" it's in his hand before you even register what he's talking about. "i'm really your favorite person, huh?" you don't have to look to know he's grinning like he won the lottery.
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↠ roy harper.
"look, i'm fun sized" he says, leaning close to inspect it, purposely not reaching to pick it up. "i knew you liked me, just didn't know it was this much." he is, of course, grinning when he nudges you with his shoulder. "when are we getting a tiny you for him?"
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↠ wally west.
"please tell me you bought this on purpose and it wasn't just in a pack with others-" he's suddenly beside you, wiggling the lego in your face as if you weren't the one who owned it. "look at him- me? i'm so tiny. it's so cool."
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↠ barbara gordon.
you notice the moment she sees it because the conversation dies and her attention is on your desk. "you keep this next to your work stuff?" she picks it up, turning one of the wheels of the little wheelchair. "can't believe you did this.." you mumble that she already looks over every other aspect of your life and she sets it back down. "smart then."
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↠ bart allen.
"no waaaaay.." he's on the floor, inspecting the figure, moving it's little limbs, turning the head, playing with the goggles. "the goggles are so cool.. and the colors are right." he's pretty much in his own world until the idea hits. "c'mon, we gotta build it a house and stuff. you can't just let me freeze out in the open."
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↠ kon-el.
he's staring at it from the couch, arms crossed. "you always had that?" you shake your head, saying it's only been a few months. "man, they really went all out, huh?" his head tips to you, "you know, the real one is right here.. you didn't need to get a tiny one for company."
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↠ cole cash.
"that is the worst- is this me?" he's already plucking it up to turn it in his hand, looking at it as if it's existence somehow offended him. "willingly letting the world know you associate with me is terrible." he puts it back, nudging your hip. "like it, though."
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↠ terry mcginnis.
he's definitely not snooping like he does every time he's at your place. "is this.. supposed to be me?" he picks up the little cowl sitting next to the figure, taking note of the customization. "so.. you keep batman.. next to your bed. that's, uh.. something."
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↠ hal jordan.
"you own a lego of me?" you don't get the chance to reply before he's enveloped in playing with the green plastic constructs that had been lined up beside it. "this is kinda awesome.." by the time he's done, your shelf looks completely different because he's made a whole scene for it.
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↠ kyle rayner.
you hold it out to him after digging it out of the package that had been waiting by your door. "they made.. me?" it's out of your hold and in his own, mumbling something incoherent as he inspects the lantern ring.
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↠ guy gardner.
you could have guessed his reaction before he ever saw it. "of course they made one of me." he's grinning, resituating the shelf entirely so that his figure stands out from the rest. "there we go, much better. front and center right where it belongs."
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↠ cassandra cain.
"this is.. me?" she looks at you then picks it up, thumb brushing over the flat line that would be the seam of her cowl. "you picked it?" she brightens when you nod, setting it back on the shelf, changing the positioning of the arms. "i like it."
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↠ bernard dowd.
he doesn't even knock when he visits, barely getting a word out when he sees the new figure on your shelf; how he noticed it from the door, you have no idea. "oh my god, you made a lego of me?" he's already across the room, bag on the floor. "this is so cute. i look so... nerdy."
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↠ jay nakamura.
he notices it, turns to talk to you, then spins back around. "what is that?" he's already in front of the shelf when you say 'you', his thumb brushing along where the lego goes from solid plastic to clear blue. "it's custom.. it's kind of sweet you have it on display like this."
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↠ thaddeus thawne.
"this is what you consider good decoration?" you're about to comment on how that's self deprecating towards himself when he plucks it up. "you wasted your time painting this?" he looks over at you, holding it to the side between his first and second fingers. he just makes a sound of acknowledgment before putting it back.
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↠ cissie king-jones.
"wow, someone really bought this? or was it part of some lot?" she's examining the little bow, flicking the plastic string. "you know this is, like... an informal, legally binding proposal, right?" she looks over with a grin, waving the tiny arrow.
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↠ greta heyes.
she goes when she sees it. "they remembered me?" it's more to herself, fingers brushing close but never touching the actual figure. "and she's out here in the open." you can see how she softens, smiling when she looks over to you.
idea: batman and the robins never acknowledge that there have been different robins. like they all act that there's only been one and that they're the same person basically.
Justice League who's used to teen dick not kid jason: who is this child?
Batman: what do you mean, it's robin.
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Batman and Tim walking through the watchtower:
Justice League who remembers robin literally dying: ...*side eye*...
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Flash: batman… who is this?
Batman: robin. you’ve met before. several times.
Flash: no, i met a black haired boy. this is a blonde girl!
Batman: her name is robin
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Superman: it's time for you to explain. where are you getting all these children?
Batman: i have no idea what you're talking about.
Superman *pointing to damian*: who is this kid?!
Damian: i'm robin. i'm offended you would even ask that? don't you remember *proceeds to recite a story dick told him of his robin days*
