#dcu rp

[dissolved-g1rl]

that boy’s a liar

Meeting Dick’s family had been just as sudden as he is, always some surprise around the corner. It comes at…odd times, though that’s not to say you’re ungrateful. You got off at the wrong stop, and Robin himself walked you home, you sent Damian some new charcoals as a thank you later on. Dick drags you to one of Bruce’s events, Tim asks to dance with you when Dick is off using the restroom, just so no one creeps on you, who knew he knew the waltz? To summarize, you know them, and well, they obviously know you. Their oldest brother loves you, you’re the apple of Dick’s eye and he makes it everyone else’s problem.

“Dick?” You call his name when you hear the door creak open and the floorboards squeak. “Hi!” You hear his voice echo back, sweet and light. You pad over in one of his shirts, it falls off half your shoulder and sweats, you blink in surprise, seeing Dick adorned in his nightwing gears and…Red Hood supporting him? Great. “What happened? Oh god, Dick! Are you okay?!”

“He sprained his ankle..” The voice modifier on Jason’s helmet is eerie, but Dick smiles at you sheepishly. You were more worried about a stab wound or broken bones, a little sprain, seriously? Dick hobbles towards you, you support him as he loops his arms around you. “Why is…he still in our apartment…” You murmur to him quietly, peering at Red Hood from over Dick’s shoulder. “Oh, that’s Jason.” Dick hums like it’s just another saturday. “Thats Jason?” You’re in shock, wittle baby brother (his words not yours) Jason is a brickhouse, Dick’s an idiot. “Yeah, can’t you tell?”

“No!”

Dick acts more wounded than he is, exaggerating a limp so you baby him, it’s cute till he almost tripping you both down cause he’s leaning most of his weight on you. Jason is more lax, removing the head gear and awkwardly looking around your guys’ apartment at the cute little magnets stuck to the fridge and the cheesy framed pictures you guys have littered around the place. It’s cozy in a way, sort of messy in the way Dick is. “You made it sound like he was like..twelve!” You’re in shock grumble, helping him into more comfortable clothing. “Did I? Dick plays dumb. When he talks about Jason there’s a cloud of nostalgia, before the pit, when he was just starting the whole Nightwing gig and the last thing he wanted was a little brother, he wishes he could go back and smack himself. “Is he staying? I don’t think he’ll fit on the couch.” You murmur, yanking him up. “Um I dunno actually.” Dick gets distracted, kissing your cheek and feeling your waist with his hands, you smell nice and it’s fogging up his brain. “Think.” You murmur, leaning your head back when he tries to peck your mouth. He groans, hobbling to the living room with you behind him in tow.

“Do you wanna stay the night?”

Jason nods, it’s not ideal but you and Dick have a decent enough place. Without his mask you can see certain similarities, you know they aren’t blood related, but if you didn’t know that you’d be sure they shared at least one common parent. You get Jason some fresh linens, and the baggiest stuff Dick owns, hopefully it’ll fit. You leave them alone, figuring this is something that should be between them, you catch a few “sorries” and maybe a “I should’ve done more.” You drag Dick to bed before he can start gushing about you in a way he only finds cute, you’d rather not have his brother know about your snoring habits. And maybe the Jane Austen novel left at your door is a thank you, from who, you’re unsure. You just know you’re now apart of a weird family, it’s your fault for dating the main weirdo you guess.

dividers by @strangergraphics

a/n: this is a filler…

[glimmerfics]

You join the Teen Titans just as darkness begins swallowing the world. With Trigon rising and the Justice League corrupted, who can you trust anymore in this Choose Your Own Adventure?

Teen Titans x Reader Choose Your Own Adventure

🔗 READ/PLAY HERE 🎮interactive fanfic "𝑻𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑻𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝑽𝑺 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒈𝒖𝒆" by Cerf 📖 Episode 1 of ?

[victoriablush]

You win. You pin him. Damain’s breathless beneath you. You smirk. He’s not used to losing… but he doesn't seem mad about it. “Say it. I won.” “…Your ego is suffocating.” “Your face is red.” “You’re on me.” “Oh no. How indecent.”

[ladyconstellati0n]

Batfamily Comm Lines pt. 16

Damian: Is that Drake over there?

Jason: Yep. Barbs, can you link us to his comm line, please?

Oracle: *low chucking* Have funnn.

*typing noises, comm line pings*

Jason: Replacement, what's up? Thought it was your night off.

Tim: *grumbling* Suppose to be but Dick’s been kidnapped and B's at some W.E function.

Jason: *chuckling* You'd think Dick's asking for this shit to happen at this point.

Tim: Right?! He's been snatched up more than all of us combined.

Damian: Is this a common occurrence or…?

Jason: All of us have been kidnapped at some point. Never longer than a day though.

Damian: *sarcastically* Oh that is just-How comforting.

Tim: *humming* He still has his comms so he’s been contacting me.

Jason: *snorting* No shot. Those dumbasses didn’t frisk him?

Damian: We fought an adult who uses condiments as his main form of weapons last week but two random men not frisking Grayson is unbelievable?

Tim: Shut up. I'll link you two to the comm line.

*comm line pings*

Dick: How much are you asking for? Oh. No. Nothing-Just. He’s a billionaire, ya know? You could ask for more.

Damian: *disbelief* Mother sent me to Gotham to widen my horizons and my eldest brother is giving his kidnappers ransom advice.

Jason: *laughing* It's kinda insulting when they try to lowball your abduction, you know?

Damian: *deadpanned* Fortunately, Father has several sons remaining should they kill Grayson.

Tim: *snickering*

*the sound of a door closing can be heard*

Dick: Alrighty. They left.

Tim: Where'd they go?

Dick: What makes you think that my kidnappers told me where they were going?

Damian: I do not understand why you don’t simply break out from your bonds and escape. You are a trained vigilante.

Dick: That’s Nightwing. I’m a citizen right now. I can't just cartwheel my way out and knock 'em out.

Jason: Bruce said to always wait for someone to show up, can't risk our cover being blown.

Damian: So I am just meant to allow myself to be taken? The contingency plan is to remain a damsel in distress?

Tim: *snickering* I think you'd piss them off so quick that they'd return your ass.

Jason: *clapping noises* Do you remember when I got kidnapped the first time and I was like *wheezes* so over the bullshit that I annoyed them and they broke my nose-

Damian: Do you remember when you annoyed the monks Grandfather had invited? One of them broke his monastic silence to scold you.

Dick: *cackling* YOU FUCKING JACKASS.

Jason: *giggling* Hey- Hey, I was asking if they could teach me those techniques that B knows. Those Tibetan Monks taught him fucking everything. Anyways-Obviously after, the police had to document it for evidence and Dick was like ' What adult hasn't hit you?'

Tim: And people still think Dick is a little fucking goody-two shoes. Dick needed to medicated.

Dick: *grunting slightly* He switched my lactose-free milk to regular, I was blowin' up the toilet all night *wheezes* Alright, the ropes off, come in and save me, cupcake. I can hear them coming up the stairs.

Damian: *disgusted* Were you drugged? I say we let them keep him.

Dick: Thanks for the concern of my well-being, Dami.

Damian: This is not the first or last time you will be abducted. I’m saving my concern for something more imminent.

Tim: Gotta do everything myself. I'll be right there *grappling hook noise*

*Tim grunting as he opens the window, slipping in. Door opening can be heard*

Unidentified male voice in the background: Oh shit.

Dick: Oh my-It's Red Robin. *swooning voice* He's come to rescue me from you naughty boys. Help me, Red Robin!

Tim: I know this is a hostage negotiation thing ya got going but if you wanna shoot him, I'll look the other way.

Dick: What the fuck. You're suppose to be my hero!

Unidentified male voice in the background: I was just trying to get money for the boy but-I guess we can hold Robin hostage too..

Tim: *irritated* Red Robin. It's Red Robin. Not Robin. I’m not a twelve year old boy.

Unidentified second male voice: Well to be fair, you guys all look the fucking same after a while. How’s someone suppose to know?

Dick: *wheezing* He is so right. You two look exactly alike. Got that same build.

Damian: *hissing into the comm* Drake has that malnutrition build that people form when they lose a spleen. My body is a temple.

Tim: Shoot him. JUST SHOOT HIM. FORGET THE MONEY. I HEARD BRUCE WAYNE HAS LOTS OF KIDS. HE CAN BURY THIS ONE NEXT TO JASON TODD.

Jason: What the fuck did I do!

*gunshot ringing out*

Tim:-JOKING. I WAS JOKING. *punching noises can be heard*

Dick: Oh no! The violence! My poor eyes. Where is Bruce? I want my dad!

Jason: Babs, next time don't link us to Tim's line.

Oracle: I told you to have fun *snickering*

Damian: Should I ever get kidnapped, are you going to behave this way?

Jason: Who says I'm answering your call?

Damian: JACKASS-

[faiology]

lex luthor is evil to everyone… except you.

it’s almost funny, the way the whole city shakes when they hear his name. lex luthor. the billionaire tyrant. the man who could smile in your face while orchestrating your downfall behind the scenes. no one dared to cross him—most didn’t even dare to look him in the eye.

except you.

you’re curled up in his penthouse office, legs tucked beneath you on the leather sofa as you read, pretending not to notice the tension in the air. his phone is on speaker, and his voice is a blade—cutting, cold, and calculated as he tears into some poor ceo who made the mistake of double-crossing him.

“your incompetence is almost impressive,” he says, tone silky and dangerous. “fix it, or i’ll make sure your company’s worth less than the paper your contracts are printed on.”

the call ends. silence.

then he looks at you, and the change is instant. the storm in his expression fades, replaced by something warm—almost gentle.

“you’re quiet today,” he says, crossing the room to sit beside you. his suit jacket shifts, the faintest scent of his cologne wrapping around you. “everything alright?”

you smile, shrugging. “just staying out of your way while you handle… whatever that was.”

his hand finds yours, thumb brushing over your knuckles. “that was business,” he murmurs. “this… is the only part of my day that matters.”

it’s jarring, how his voice softens just for you. the same man who could make an entire boardroom tremble now tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear like you’re made of glass.

“you have no idea what i’d do to keep you out of that world,” he says, eyes locked on yours. “the things i’ve done already…”

and you believe him—because everyone else gets the devil, but you get the man.

your presence has actually saved a few people’s jobs. if you’re in the room, he won’t go full lex luthor on them—though he’ll still mutter sarcastic comments under his breath for your amusement.

you’re perched on the edge of lex’s sleek glass desk, flipping through a magazine, when his assistant bursts in looking pale.

“mister luthor, about the shipping error—”

lex doesn’t even let them finish. “don’t,” he says, his voice sharp enough to cut steel. “do you have any idea how much that mistake cost me? how much time i’ve wasted because you can’t do your job?”

you glance up from the page, watching as the assistant’s throat works nervously. they’re about three seconds away from being unemployed.

lex leans forward in his chair, hands clasped like a predator ready to pounce. “give me one good reason I shouldn’t—”

“lex.”

your voice is soft, but it stops him mid-sentence. his eyes flick to you, and the fire in them dims.

you tilt your head. “maybe let them fix it. everyone makes mistakes.”

there’s a long pause. you can see the war in his expression—the part of him that wants to make an example out of incompetence, and the part that just can’t bring himself to refuse you anything.

finally, he sighs. “fine. fix it. don’t let it happen again.”

the assistant stammers a thank-you and all but runs out of the office.

lex leans back in his chair, eyes on you. “you know I just gave them a free pass because you’re here, right?”

you smirk. “you’re welcome.”

he huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “you’re the only one in this building who could talk me down like that.”

and you know it’s true—because in lex’s world, mercy is rare, and you’re the only reason it ever happens.

and in the bedroom…he’s more tender and loving than ever.

the bedroom is dim, lit only by the city lights spilling in through the tall windows. you barely have time to set your things down before lex is on you—his hands gripping your hips, his mouth at your throat.

“do you know,” he murmurs between kisses, “how many people I had to deal with today just to get back here to you?”

you shiver at the low, heated tone. his lips trail along your jaw, slow but insistent.

“they waste my time, they try my patience…” his hands slide up your sides, fingertips brushing just enough to make you melt, “…but you—” he pauses to press a deep, unhurried kiss to your lips “—you’re the only thing I want.”

there’s possessiveness in the way he moves you backward until the back of your knees hit the bed. he eases you down, following you, bracing himself above you like he’s caging you in—not to trap you, but to keep the rest of the world out.

every touch is deliberate, almost reverent, but there’s an underlying claim in it too, like he’s reminding you that you’re his. his thumb drags across your lower lip, eyes dark with something that’s equal parts hunger and devotion.

“i can be cruel to anyone else,” he says, voice like velvet and smoke, “but with you? i can’t. i won’t. you’re mine, and you get all of me.”

and when he kisses you again, it’s deep, slow, and consuming—tender in a way that feels dangerous, like he’d tear the city apart if it ever dared to take you from him.

[hollow-mercy]

Theres something soul crushingly lonely about stitching yourself up in your bathroom after a job gone wrong.

[thefateofgotham]

Which of the following ‘conditions’ do you think I’ve had to deal with the most as a consequence of being Gotham’s Resident Therapist?

1. Bi Panic

2. ‘Fatal attraction’ to Red Hood

3. Trauma of Abandonment

4. ‘I-wanna-be-a-Wayne’ syndrome (of both the adoption and attraction varieties)

5. Fear of Vague Attack

I’ll give you a hint: they’re listed in order.

My patience is truly extraordinary.

[thezombiecrimebossjasontodd]

I think I like men-