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[aangelinakii]

BATBOYS + VOICEMAILS THEY'D SEND.

characters written about in this piece : bruce wayne , dick grayson , jason todd , tim drake , duke thomas , damian wayne

note : dick only has two because his was quite longer 😔😔 sorry guyzz

BRUCE WAYNE.

"hi, honey. you weren't picking up, but this is quite important. i need to go away for a few days, effective tomorrow. call me back, darling, i want to hear your voice before i leave. love you."

"sorry to bother you, darling. i saw a couple watches you might like, but i wasn't sure which one to get you. so, naturally, i bought both — give me a call so we can arrange a date to see each other again, i know you're busy. see you soon. i love you."

"evening, honey. long day today. long day. just wanted to hear your voice or see if we could meet for a bit. dinner, perhaps? [sighs] i'd just love to see you tonight. love you, bye."

DICK GRAYSON.

"hey, i tried calling but you didn't answer — so i hope you're okay, obviously — but i was wondering what you would do if i accidentally used up the rest of your nice shampoo? only hypothetically, though. and also where did you buy it? you know, if that were to happen."

"i know you're at work right now, and i should actually be getting back to working on a case, but i went for a coffee break — you know, and to just let my thoughts process for a bit — and did you know they opened up a new cat café on seventh? let me know if you're free at all this weekend, there was the cutest cat in the window, and i wanna know it's name real bad. speak later... oh! and have a good day, love you. [blows kiss into phone]"

JASON TODD.

"hey, you. hope you're having a good time out in freaking budapest, sounds like it's really cool. i actually forgot you're six hours ahead, so you're probably sleeping. but then i guess you have something nice to wake up to. i mean... assuming you find this nice. anyways. i miss you. hope to hear from you soon, and see you sunday. i mean, if you wanna see me on sunday. i know that's when you get back, but you might be pretty jetlagged... anyway, i'm rambling. sleep well, love you, bye."

"[soft, self-depricating chuckle] i feel like i'm always calling you when you're asleep. just got back from patrol. i guess you could say it was pretty quiet, which is good but it makes it kinda boring. [a few beats of silence] i should go. i— i love.. you. yeah. i hope you know that."

"[a male voice, pitching it up to sound feminine] ooooh, i love you. kiss me, kiss me, i love you. my sugarplum, my pumpkin. [faint shout in background] who took my fucking phone!? [closer voice laughs] oh, fuck—"

TIM DRAKE.

"ohh, shit you're probably driving, aren't you? i– i don't usually call back so soon after a first date, but— wait, i didn't mean it like that, i just meant... [exasperated sigh] nevermind. i just quickly called because you left your sweater, and i was wondering if you wanted it back? let me know whenever you're free, no– no rush. i don't want to force you to be with me again, especially if you didn't have a good time. [slight pause] i mean, i had a good time. i had a really good time! uh– but, anyway. yeah. call me back."

"hey, i'm on my way back from patrol and was just gonna swing by. you might be asleep, you might be... i dunno. i'll knock on the window, see if you answer. see ya! maybe. bye."

"no pressure, hope you're having a good time with your friends, but wanted to let you know i'm on standby whenever you want a lift home. just playing red dead online with duke, but i can leave whenever you want. i'll stay up until two, but i doubt you'd stay out that long. see you later, lovely. stay safe."

DUKE THOMAS.

"sorry i missed you today, your coworker said you just left. wanted to give you a kiss, but i can wait, i can wait. get home safe, give me a call when you can. i'm just walking now to the bodega, gonna get a sub, and i'm super excited. small wins. eat well tonight, i'm excited to hear about what you have for dinner. love you so much. buh-bye."

"real quick warning before you come round, we don't have any spare toothbrushes, because someone got them shot up on his motorbike. [distant shout] hey! it's not my fault— [a door closes] anyways, super excited to see you. we're getting pizzaaaaa."

"just got a haircut, and i'm just gonna stop off at a convenience store to grab some snacks, some drinks, and then i'll be right at yours. i keep seeing posts about, like, when your boyfriend gets a haircut, or your crush, or something, and you lose feelings — so i hope you still love me like this. [chuckles] personally, i think it looks great! i think it'll be fine. [laughs again] see you in, like, ten. bye."

DAMIAN WAYNE.

"i am just calling you so you can save my number. this is damian... [a few seconds of silence, although there's faint voices in the background] i seem very unsocial. bye."

"i know you are at work right now, but i was just reading, and came across a passage that reminded me of you. hold on. [some rustling of paper, the phone settles down on a surface] i will love you forever; whatever happens. till i die and after i die, and when i find my way out of the land of the dead, i'll drift about forever, all my atoms, till i find you again. [a few beats of silence, before the voicemall ends]"

"hello. call me back when you can. timothy thinks he knows more about you than i do, and we must prove him wrong. he says he is... angrybaiting me? i don't know what it means, but it is imperative that i show him i know you better. we are dating, after all. who does he think he is?"

[dc-gotham-instincts-wild]

Headcanon that once while Red Hood was chilling with the Outlaws, he got a phone call, got worried, panicked, sounded concerned for whoever was on the other side of the line, and then just left. Wouldn't tell anyone what it was.

About an hour later, RH showed up to the Outlaw hideout, but had Red Robin, who was in really bad shape and extremely weak from whatever the hell happened, with him.

RR fell into the river while injured during a mission near Gotham and it washed him all the way to the Outlaw's area. His phone was almost dead but he remembered that RH was near here and desperately called.

This was how the Outlaws found out that the rumors are true. Red Hood is a Bat. Red Hood is indeed the Batman's second-eldest son. Like, the man wore the Bat Symbol on his getup with pride, this was huge confirmation.

This was also when they kind of discovered that while they knew Jason the Red Hood, they were about to meet Jason the big brother.

[harryhooksgazebos267]

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[aangelinakii]

BATBOYS + SITTING ON THEIR BACK DURING PUSH-UPS.

note : personally i would love someone to push up w me on their back ,,, and also no damian just becquse i couldn't rhink of a scenario soz aloz

BRUCE WAYNE.

the kids had forced offered bruce a night off, after performing his nightly duties too many months in a row. now, sitting in bed with a book, you found it difficult to concentrate on the printed words as your partner lingered on the floor by his side of the bed, his quick breaths huffing through your shared bedroom. what on earth could he be doing? flipping the corner of your page down to save your place, you folded the book shut and put it down, rolling over the bed to peer over the side... only to find your wonderous bruce wayne... doing push ups?

"what are you doing?" you'd chuckled with a soft shake of your head.

muscles rippling beneath the flesh of his back, bruce brought his body down, and then pushed himself back up again, his triceps straining against skin. with a grunt he glanced back at you, never ceasing movement. "i need to get energy out before i go to bed. mind you, i'm not usually relaxing by this time."

another laugh brushed past your lips. "then that's not tiring you out." but bruce only sent you another glance, more sheepish this time; you couldn't blame him, not being accustomed to how one normally retires for the evening.

before he could reply again, you were slinging a leg over the side of the mattress and landing on the plush carpeting. bruce's exercise ceased in curiosity, his head turning to run his gaze over your legs. "oh, no, don't stop on my behalf," you grinned, carefully tucking one of your shins along his back and lowing the rest of your weight onto him.

but bruce wayne didn't falter a bit.

instead, he took it in his stride, tucking his arms and moving down, and then pushing up even faster than he'd been doing before. but he couldn't hide the crescent of his eyes and lines at the corners of his mouth as they turned up — he could do this all night.

DICK GRAYSON.

bullets of sweat shot to the floor with each punch, his flesh grunting against the boxing bag hanging from the ceiling. it never had the chance to swing too far, for he was already hitting it from the other side. although you weren't going as hard at it as your boyfriend, your own limbs were straining from exercise.

with a loud exhale, dick stepped away from the swinging sand bag, holding out a shaking hand to steady it. before it could stop, he was already moving to one of the ready-laid mats.

without a second too long of a break, he was down on his palms, moving up and down, his triceps tensing and bulging in his flesh. the way he kept glancing at you every few moments was making it very difficult to focus on your own workout.

ceasing your movements, you looked over at him with crossed arms. "anything i can help you with?" it was half a joke, expecting him to just grunt a chuckle and shake his head, getting caught red-handed checking you out. instead, he allowed a few seconds' silence, and then hummed.

"yes, actually." his voice was strained against his action, but he'd be damned if he stopped now just to speak. "come here, will you?"

it's not like you're busy or anything. but who were you to deny one dashingly handsome dick grayson your time and energy; especially when that's what you were dating him for.

unable to bite back a smile, you made your way over. "okay... what now?"

"sit on my back."

despite the tension in his throat as he spoke, dick didn't pause his push-ups — and you were supposed to sit on him like this? right...

however strange it may have been to try sit down on a moving man's back, the sheer fact dick could push-up your body weight made it worth it (no matter how many times you fell off before finally sticking it).

JASON TODD.

relaxing days — no work, no appointments, nothing to do — had to be the best days. especially here, as you and jason lay belly-down on the floor, using your glorious free time to complete a puzzle book you'd found at the grocery store the other day.

well... jason was belly-down on the floor; you were belly-down on his back, peering over his shoulder and pointing at the page, giving your contributions.

it got to the point where you were both on the last page, pen marks etched into the paper from where you'd scribbled answers and numbers and words, but you were stumped. with a huff, jason flicked the pen from his fingers, landing with a thump a metre away. "how are they gonna make puzzles you can't even solve? stupid..."

"hey, hey," you chuckled, bringing your fingers to scratch lovingly at his jaw. "i can get us a new one. want to go now?" as the words left your mouth, you moved one leg from where it lay entwined with his, preparing to get ready for an outing.

but jason was too quick, and too stubborn. before you could react, he'd pulled one arm from beneath him and lightly pressed down on your back, keeping you in place. "no, i'm joking," he mumbled. "please, let's just stay."

anything for him.

and so you fell limp against him once more, arms folding beneath your chin so you could rest your head, eyes fluttering closed. silence ran through the apartment, aside from the soft workings of jason's breathing beneath your ear; outside the city buzzed, but, by now, it was more background noise. perhaps a little nap wouldn't hurt—

something was moving beneath you, and your eyes shot open in alarm, arms shooting out from beneath you and clinging to the nearest thing – which happened to be around jason's waist. although you weren't moving, the coffee table beside you was bobbing up and down, and you couldn't possiblt fathom what was happning, until you realised...

"don't want to miss a workout," jason grunted from below, as if reading your mind. no lazy day was truly lazy when you had a jason peter todd to mind.

TIM DRAKE.

"i bet i could do that," tim spoke from the other end of the couch, where his socked feet were prodding your legs, probably in a surreptitious attempt to get them massaged. "no sweat."

you glanced between the tv and him, your lovely boyfriend tim, who would come up in the dictionary if you searched for the word overzealous. on the screen, playing the scene of a bizarre film you'd flipped to, the main love interest was working out when the main character stumbled into the room; there was some fleeting dialogue, and then, before you could find an explanation for it, she was sitting on his back as he continued his workout.

"what, you—" now when you looked over at tim, he had that wide grin on his face, and you knew you were in for something. "you want to try it now?"

without much of an answer, tim was rising to his feet, adjusting the waistband of the linen pyjama pants he wore, and fell to his hands and knees. "i mean, if you insist," he scoffed playfully. "try not to fall in love with me even more."

something about this didn't feel right... tim was certainly muscular, certainly strong — you'd seen him in action — but you didn't have much trust in him this time. regardless of your worries, you shimmied from your seat on the couch and carefully arranged yourself, legs crossed, on tim's back.

he only shook a bit at first, his legs now outstretched behind him, arms firm as logs. but he wasn't moving, just frozen in the plank position.

peering over his shoulder at him, you asked, "what's with the hold-up?"

pink in the cheeks, jaw clenched, tim's voice barely came out through his teeth. "yeah, just... wait—"

carefully – and very slowly – tim lowered himself, and in addition you, down, until his toned chest was millimetres away from the floor, and then, just as slowly, he pushed back against the ground.

once he was back in his starting position, he shifted beneath you, almost toppling you overboard. "okay, okay, i'm done!" he gasped. "my abs are gonna kill me!"

DUKE THOMAS.

being sick for the past week, you'd found it difficult to encourage yourself out of the house to go visit the gym — so, instead, you'd resorted to working out at home.

duke returned home the moment the sun began to dip below darkening clouds, his warmth radiating through the house as he closed the door behind him. he called something into the living room, but it went unheard beneath the instructions playing on the telly.

"oh, you working out?" he hummed as he entered, raking his eyes over your form and the synchronised movements on the tv screen.

mid-movement, you grunted a yeah, and duke edged around you to sit on the couch.

finally, when your break came, you collapsed to your mat and turned to him, grabbing your water bottle on the coffee table. "how was patrol?" you breathed.

the corners of duke's mouth turned up in a grin, clearly bemused by the sheen of sweat along your brow. "yeah, great." his eyes glanced over to the screen — two more minutes of your break, and it looked like you'd be attempting a five-minute plank. "mind if i work in with you?"

you glanced back, sipping at your water, and gave a half-chuckle. "i would've thought you'd be too tired for more exercise."

duke's bottom lip jutted out with a casual shrug. "i've missed you, we can do it together."

unfortunately, you couldn't ignore that little smile, that charm he held like a secret. and so you put your water bottle back on the table and duke joined you, beside your mat.

when the timer was up, you braced yourself for your plank, but duke, also on his knees, caught your attention — some stupid smile lingered on his lips, like he had a cheeky plan. "i don't know if a plank will be difficult enough for me."

"well done," you scoffed playfully. "just because it's easy for you, doesn't mean it's easy for me."

he held out a hand to diffuse any wrong ideas. "no, i just meant i think i know a way to break a sweat."

at this, you eyed him suspiciously, albeit curiously. before you could question him any further, he was on his palms and tip of his toes, gesturing you to sit on his back.

after a few "are you crazy?"s, you found yourself sitting on his back, trying not to touch him too much with your overly-warm limbs, lowering and raising with ease, your youtube workout by now forgotten.

[aangelinakii]

DC BOYS + VOICEMAILS THEY'D SEND.

characters written about in this piece : clark kent, barry allen, wally west, roy harper

note : long time no talk guys !!!! i've been literally yearning to write something and finally got the motivation to write this !!! hope you guys enjoy and are okay giving me more time to get back into the groove of writing 🫶🫶🫶

CLARK KENT

"evening, darling. i've just left work and was wondering if you wanted to come by for dinner tonight? if it's not too late? i was craving a steak-y thing tonight, what do you think about that? i think i'll stop by the supermarket on my way, maybe get the portobello mushrooms you like. [beat of silence, footsteps upon pavement] oh, my lanta, i'm so hungry just thinking about that."

"hey! sorry i missed your call. i hope the film goes well! super excited to hear all about it. [pause] uh... i heard marty gets spanked? jimmy was talking about it at work, but i'm not sure how much i trust him. [flustered exhale] anyway! call me back when you can."

"honey... they don't have any roasting potatoes... how are we supposed to have a roast without roast potatoes!?"

BARRY ALLEN

"hey, sweets, i know we were having dinner round mine tonight, but i've had... [long sigh] possibly the longest day ever. is it okay if i grab us a takeaway on my way back instead of cooking? you can let yourself in, i'll be there soon. call me back if you want something specific, but i've got an idea. love ya."

"i just left work and i wanted to tell you, please can you rent that film we were talking about for when i get home? what was it, like— parasite, or something. the korean one. that looked so good. i think it got an oscar or something as well. oh, it's gonna be so good. see you soon, lovely."

"not surprised you didn't pick up, considering it must be super late in the states. [chuckles] got an emergency call and i've found myself in paris, trying to protect france from a laser that could explode it at any moment. was wondering if you wanted a magnet?"

WALLY WEST

"yo! hope you're not too busy this saturday, because your boy's got a basketball game at 7 and he doesn't want his biggest supporter to miss it! let me know if you can make it. or don't. if you surprise me, that'll make it better. [long pause] actually please tell me if you can come, i think the anticipation would kill me."

"[slightly slurring] babyyy, why won't you pick up? it's only, like... [shouting to someone else] yo, dick, what time is it? [distant voice] holy shit, bro, it's almost six. we've deadass been playing for, like, eight hours straight. we're so fucked. [voice closer to mic] oh. oh, okay, that makes sense why you're not picking up."

"call me back as soon as possible! i'm almost there, i just need to know right now which colour you prefer out of red or yellow. oh, fuck, or pink. that one looks nice. or out of blue... i'm gonna call you again."

ROY HARPER

"i'm finished up here, just gonna drop jason off and then probably get some shit from the store. let me know when i can pick up lian. no rush, though. i know you two like having your no-roy time."

"you okay with a big mac? [couple beats of silence] i'm getting you a big mac."

"[soft inhale and quiet crackling of heat and paper, then a long exhale] fuck, it's late. i'm sorry i messed up. i could be a fuckin' man and wait for you to actually be up to apologise, but i needed a smoke and — fuck, i dunno — i'm just talking. i don't wanna be that guy who's all like, i'm so stupid and you should hate me, because that fuckin' sucks, but i kind of can't shake the feeling that i should know better than this. [pause as he inhales again] i should've thought about how you felt, instead of being selfish and just... being a dickhead and assuming shit. [he's quiet for a while, cars on the street below still shuddering away in the night] you know i love you right? i do, and i need to do better. i'm sorry. i love you."

[aangelinakii]

THE ANATOMY OF LOVE.

— i hold my love for you just beneath my linea alba.

summary : dick has always wondered why you take so many pictures of him wearing less clothes than he usually does. when he comes round to help you study for your final, he finally understands why.

note : i saw someone on tiktok once use their boyfriend to put labels on his muscles to study and i was like yessss that's the dream, except i don't do biology so maybe once i get a boyfriend we can just do it for fun !!!

requested !

pushing open the door to your dorm room, dick swung his bag from his shoulder and directed it to your bed, where it landed amongst some stuffed animals with a thump.

"afternoon, darling," you heard his voice near your ear, a pair of muscular forearms coming into view as they came to wrap around your shoulders. his lips were soft against your skin as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. "tried to get here as soon as i could. my professor just kept going on and on."

"hey, don't worry," you replied, swivelling in your chair to meet his lips shortly. "i'm just glad you're here."

dick stood to his full height, taking a few steps back, his hand fleetingly running over your hair. "where do you want me?"

as you turned back around to your desk, rummaging around with pens and journals, you gave your order. "you can just sit on the bed."

"we are studying, aren't we?" your boyfriend came back with a chuckle, the springs in your stupid uni mattress creaking under his weight.

with a playful scoff, you shook your head in response. "yes, you heathen." finally, after a few hours now of study, you stood from your desk, a new roll of masking table bangled upon your wrist, as well as a notebook in your grip and a black sharpie.

holding out the notebook to dick for him to take, you busied yourself with trying to find the beginning of the tape. "first things first, i need you to take off your shirt."

notebook in his grip, his thumb barely pushing open the front page, dick's dark eyebrows raised. "this study session is sounding more and more promising by the minute."

this time, you actually laughed, your fingernail finally catching the end of the tape. "i'm being serious! you'll see what i'm trying to do in a second."

with one movement, dick's pale blue polo was disappearing over his head, discarded near his backpack near a teddy, revealing to your room a toned, tanned set of abs — a set that neither you nor your room had seen in a few weeks, having been so carried away with revising for your upcoming exams.

as you perched on the duvet in front of him, dick found the notebook again, eyes running over the sharpie title — bio revision.

he flipped open to the first page, and his blue eyes widened again, finding an image of himself printed out and glued onto the paper. it was a picture you'd taken of him over spring break, his skin glistening with salt water and sun, his smile glinting all the same; but lines were drawn, annotating the muscles along his torso, though the arms had been cut off.

"what have we got here?" he chuckled, the corner of his mouth curling up as he peered up at you over the top of the book.

"it says on the front of the book," you grinned in return, a rip searing through the air as you tore a piece of masking tap from the roll. "this is my biology revision."

you shuffled a little closer, just inching near his lap, though not daring to cross the boundary onto it. "i want you to read from the book, and ask me where a muscle is. i'll stick a piece of tape onto it, on you, and label it. you get to tell me if i'm wrong or right."

"do you get a kiss for every correct answer?" dick hummed, cocking his head to the side playfully.

but you only laughed dismissively. "that would be too often, could get a bit... distracting. maybe if i get a whole page?"

"sure thing. you ready?"

"let's do it," you smiled, ready with your uncapped black marker and strip of tape.

the dwindling summer sun shone in through your blinds, casting a golden sheen over your boyfriend's face and torso — you'd never seen him so serious, as he skimmed over your notes, a focused crease forming between his brows, the notebook held in one hand, nimble fingers folding the pages back.

"where would you find the deltoids?"

immediately your palm found the curve of his shoulder, smooth, toned skin. you pressed the scrap of masking tape to where his muscle bulged slightly, at the plushness just below the end of his collarbone. his flesh goosebumped as you softly pressed the tip of your sharpie to the tape.

you could feel dick's gaze on you as you leaned into him, his sweet breath against your cheek, and when he spoke, it was soft. "looks good to me."

"how about the pectoralis major?"

a laugh brushed past your lips, and you pulled away to rip another piece of tape from the roll, to place it slightly below the deltoid, where his skin was toned, a muscle separated from its twin by his sternum. it was somehow both plush and firm, depending on if he flexed it with a lopsided smile.

"i think this one looks good to me," you laughed mischievously, pressing down slightly harder than before when labelling the tape, just to see the way his flesh reacted to your touch — after a few weeks without you, he was probably enjoying this just as much.

"easy, tiger, i thought you didn't want any getting distracted," dick smiled back, his tone playfully condescending. you knew and he knew he would never mind getting to mess around with you; but, simultaneously, you knew and he knew how much acing this test would mean to you.

feigning a sigh, though your lips still tingled with a smile, you pulled away, your weight falling back on your calves, which sat curled beneath your body. as dick's eyes fell back on his page, you tore a new piece of masking tape from its roll.

"where would you find... the linea alba? that's something i've not heard of before." when dick turned to you, there was something hopeful glinting in his eye, and you had to bite down on your bottom lip to contain that stupid smile.

your eyes trailed down his bare torso, to the set of abs he presented.

acting sort of as a mini sternum for his abdomen, each ab was divided by a soft lining of tissue, but where they began to soften up near his belly button, you carefully patted down the strip of tape.

once again, you leaned in, pen in hand, to mark your answer on the small barrier between you and his skin.

when dick spoke again, it was without that layer of flirtation it usually was — you loved that, despite having been together since halfway through first year, he still flirted with you like he was trying to impress you enough to take you on a first date — but this time he seemed soft, earnest. "i think that's where i love you."

with a hum, you glanced up. "what do you mean?" you asked, dotting the i on linea.

clicking the cap back on your sharpie, you moved back slightly, dick's full face coming into view. he was looking down his stomach, free hand placing itself gingerly over his abdomen.

"when i look at you, or when you say something — when you do anything — i feel it all in here." his hand made a circle, hovering over his flesh. "and it's warm and comfortable. and then it spreads here when we touch. when i have you in my arms or when you kiss me." his hand moved up, a finger dancing a line inches from his skin. you knew, as you followed, that he was running up to his serratus anterior, which you could label in a moment.

the route in which his fingers took, moved back up to his sternum, a middle finger landing square in the middle, where it separated the pecs. "and when you say my name, looking into my eyes and smiling the way you do, i feel it here. it's heavy but, like... it's not dragging me down. i have the strength to carry it with me because i know you'd want me to do that."

he finally looked back up at you, something puppy-like to his features, eyes soft, awaiting your beck and call, although he was right here in front of you.

and you couldn't help it, your mouth turned up in a smile that would hurt your cheeks if you held it long enough, lips closed together, but the pull would soon separate them, revealing teeth that glowed with your emotion. "oh, dick," you managed to sigh, before discarding your marker to the floor, and pushing dick back against your pillows.

somewhere, you could hear your hard work clutter to the floor, pages flipping all about, joining your sharpie — but all that mattered was your kind, loving boy right here, right now.

fingers found his dark hair, thick and silky, and fingers found the firm flesh that enveloped his trapezius, the heel of your palm brushing carefully along his clavicle.

as you looked down at him, the longing only seemed to grow stronger, and he owned a smile that warmed his cheeks — and his chest, you could feel it below you.

that's how you knew he hadn't been making it up.

[aangelinakii]

YOUR INSTAGRAM IF DAMIAN WAYNE WAS YOUR BOYFRIEND.

or... stories you would post featuring your prince birdie boyfie !!

prereading note : fem!reader !!!! and also damian has been aged up for this,,, the guys don't look exactly like him, and obviously the girls won't look like every girl reading this too, but it's more about vibes !! let me know if you guys would ever want a BL version of these ! <3

look manga date !! && the look of love ?? && is this layout cute enough ??

us if we were flowers !! && we didn't take after johnyoko, johnyoko took after us

[aangelinakii]

SMASH.

— smash or pass red hood?

summary : red hood better watch out next time he's on patrol because he's got a fan. jason doesn't know how to feel about this.

note : a bit shit but i hope you enjoy lovelies

warning : crude language but nothing comes of it

"wonder woman is quite an obvious one," one of your friends, roy, chuckled as he brought his brown pint up to his lips, the blanket of foam on top leaving a few white bubbles in the beginnings of a new stubble.

around the table, there came a few hums of agreement, sheepish smiles as people sipped on their drinks.

someone else — in the midst of the loud chatter of the crowded bar you'd miraculously found a table in, pool cues clicking against shiny, coloured balls, cheers ringing out whenever a player kicked the ball into the goalpost on the wall-mounted televisions — suggested green lantern, but not the ginger one with the bad haircut, which earned a few laughs, too.

from the other side of dick, where his girlfriend sat, wally chuckled and jokingly glanced about the bar. "don't speak too loudly, i don't want him to hear us. you know guy, he's always just... somewhere."

kory, dick's girlfriend, piped up, causing all eyes, slightly bleary, her curls coming in and out of focus. "i don't know, i thought i would the smash him." she glanced at the other patrons at the table. "is that not a unanimous opinion?"

some mouths opened slightly, unsure whether to laugh or judge, or cry.

beer halfway to his chin, dick's eyebrows furrowed together, and a finger twitched from where it lay upon kory's shoulder. his glass hit the wood of the table with a clink, and he peered over at the slope of her nose. "do you have something you want to tell me?" he asked, humorous, though, even past the near-slur of his words, it was a half-joke.

more than a few empty glasses in front of you, the unfinished ice cubes melting into a new drink of water, the foam of some still fizzing, you opened your mouth to throw a new hero into the fray.

living amongst heroes and vigilantes made for some interesting games of smash or pass? especially when you and your friends are a good amount of drinks down, and most of the group are lacking in the dating category (save for dick and kory, but they're always welcome.)

"green lantern this, aquaman that. have you guys even taken a minute to think about the people without the powers?" you gasped, hands coming up from under the table to emphasise your point. "like... hey, red hood could freaking get it."

all around, figures tensed, smiles grew, laughs chuckling past teeth, some drinks getting choked on and nearly spat out.

beside you, jason cleared his throat as he lifted his dark, half-finished third pint of beer to his lips.

taking in the withdrawn smiles of your friends, although you couldn't process it as quickly and accurately as you could most of the time, you leaned forward even more so over the table, almost nudging over a few drinks.

"do you guys not agree!?" you nearly shrieked, genuinely taken aback that no one else was so quick to smash red hood, as they had been to smash wonder woman.

a few eyes met across the table, although none of them yours.

when stuff like this got brought up, your friends began to feel more and more guilty that they hadn't revealed to you such an important part of their lives; what they usually got up to most nights.

they claimed to have tricky jobs, all over the place, with hours that seemed to come in the day of.

normally, talking about heroes was fine, as long as the conversation remained justice league-centred, and never sifted too close to the titans or batman's sidekicks (although, if sober you thought about it, dick and jason, and even wally sometimes, seemed to get uptight whenever you called robin or kid flash a sidekick).

and you had definitely hit a nerve this time.

"didn't realise you were so into red hood," roy commented from opposite you, his fiery eyebrows twitching in amusement.

"into him?" you practically guffawed. "oh, i'd smash him until he can't remember his own name."

if you'd been finishing your drinks at a slower rate, you'd have noticed the playful glint in his hazel eyes as they flitted over to the brick-built guy beside you, though he seemed to have been shrinking into himself by the minute.

fingers closing in around your cold glass, you chuckled into the drink, your clouded mind not allowing you to shut that running mouth of yours. "in the kitchen, on the floor, in the shower, against the wall, in the backseat of the car." you paused as you brought your drink to your lips. "the bed, obviously," you had to add.

buzzing with laughter, wally nodded to jason beside you, causing all alarmed eyes to turn on him. "where do you think red hood would wanna get smashed, jace?"

knuckles white with the strength of which he clenched his fist around his pint glass, jason gave a sigh, lifting his eyes from the pond of beer to his friends in shame.

his gaze trailed along to settle on you. you, cheeks flushed, stare wavering, frame shifting absently in your chair. you, who had no idea.

with the huff of a sigh, he gave a shrug, lips thinning, and he looked back down into his drink.

one day you'd know.