#gar logan

[hood-ex]

Titans #28

[fishyfcuk]

teen titans 2003 #9

[nyniiiii]

When Life Gives You Tangerines 🍊 Pt. 1

Bart Allen x ☆ Wayne!Reader

Part 1 (here) Part 2

One mission briefing, one stubborn tangerine, and Bart Allen’s complete inability to play it cool.

A/N: Multi-part! Just Bart, fumbling through life trying, failing, maybe succeeding at romancing you! In other tragic news; uni has started and I’m nothing but a big old ball of stress, so this is shorter than I wanted it to be :,( Hopefully this works as an intro into the dynamics at play! This is moreso focused on Barts perspective but it’s still second-person

(Part 2 for the Roy fic is in the works, maybe next week?) I lied, so sorry

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You were half-assedly listening to whatever was coming out of your oldest brother’s mouth. Nightwing stood at the front of the meeting room, arms crossed, jaw tight, running through stealth formations with all the warmth of a brick wall.

Yep. He and Batman definitely butted heads again. Your dad and Dick’s relationship wasn’t at its best; you gave up trying to keep up with why this time.

“Minimal exposure. Eyes open. No detours,” Dick said, flipping through holographic slides with as much enthusiasm as he had trying to explain why Batman always ‘disappeared’ when Catwoman was involved.

(It took you a few years to really understand yourself, only then did you understand Dick’s emotional detachment to the whole ordeal— no one wants to know about their dad’s situationship like that.)

You sighed through your nose. Whatever. You’d skimmed the mission file before you even walked in; you didn’t need a live-action audiobook version mixed in with Dicks passive aggressiveness today.

Your focus was instead on the tangerine in your hands. The citrus smell cut through the stale air as you dug your nail into the peel. The goal was to finish before Dick wrapped up and threw everyone straight into drills. A stupid little game you gave yourself every briefing, mostly to stay awake.

Around you, the team was just as checked out; Cassie fiddling with her lasso absently, Jaime muttering occasionally to the scarab, Virgil slouched so far back you wondered if his chair might slide out beneath him, and Gar, unlucky soul, sat closest to Dick, pretending to look engaged even as his notepad filled with doodles.

And then there was Bart Allen.

Slouched forward, elbow on the table, chin resting in his palm. To anyone else, it might have looked like the speedster was zoning out, caught in a rare moment of stillness. But his green eyes were locked dreamily on you. 

The way your brows furrowed when the peel left that stringy white stuff (google says its called pith), the absent little huff you gave when you had to dig in harder and a spurt of juice got on your fingers, and the flick of your wrist as you dropped a strip of the peel onto a napkin. He caught it all, noting every detail like it mattered more than the mission briefing ever could.

Despite being a Wayne, child to one of the world’s greatest detectives, little sibling to two others, you were blissfully ignorant. Oblivious to the stares, to the quiet longing in his eyes across the table, and to the fact that Bart hadn’t heard a single word of your brother’s instructions. Not one.

He’d been watching you the whole time. Not the slides, not Nightwing pacing at the front, not the mission details. Just you and your fingers working at that tangerine. It was like gravity; his eyes couldn’t pull away.

And the worst part? You weren’t even trying!

He’d fought time itself, faced alien invasions, saved the world even, and yet, the way you pressed your thumb into the peel with your brow furrowed in quiet determination was what had his pulse running faster than a dash across the world.

He leaned even more forward onto his elbow, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. Totally inconspicuous. Totally casual. His gaze was on your lips, how they were pursed slightly, and how badly he wanted to kiss them.

If he did it now, would he taste tangerines? No, you hadn’t eaten any yet, you were just finishing peeling… he wouldn’t mind either way, he just wants to kiss yo—

Then, without warning, you looked up.

His brain stalled. Heart skipped. Oh, crap.

He froze, caught in the act, a wider smile snapping into place too quickly; bright, nervous, and impossible to hide. 

You tilted your head slightly, lips curving upward in a small, curious smile. Not teasing, not mocking, just… amused. Like you’d caught him simply zoning out in the middle of your brother’s boring lecture.

And maybe that’s all it was to you. But to Bart? It felt like standing too close to the sun.

Oh man, they’re smiling at me :) They’re so pretty— wait, why are they smiling like that? Am I smiling weirdly? Oh, shit, I’m staring— Why’d she look to Dick and back?

“Kid Flash.” 

His stomach dropped. Nightwing’s voice had that sharp edge, the one that said I’ve been calling you for a while now. Bart snapped his head toward Nightwing, blinking like a deer in headlights. “Uh— yeah?! Present! Listening the whole time!”

The silence broke in a wave of laughter. Jaime muttered something under his breath that made Virgil snort, Cassie smirked behind her hand, and Gar leaned back in his chair, grinning like this was the best part of the meeting (which it probably was).

And you? You actually giggled.

It was soft, almost airy, the kind of laugh that slipped out before you could stop it. That alone made his ears burn and his chest squeeze tight, and yet… that little sound stuck in his head more than Dick’s entire briefing.

“Really? That’s great.” Nightwing arched a brow, arms folding across his chest. He looked every bit the exasperated older brother. “Repeat the last thing I just said.”

Bart’s stomach did a nosedive. Of course Dick would do that to him, of course he would. His brain scrambled, desperate to find anything— fallback points? Coordinates? Stealth? He said stealth earlier, right?

For a moment, he was just opening and closing his mouth like a puppet, completely lost on what he could say that would salvage this moment. He wanted to say something that could maybe make you look at him in a way other than amusement, something that said: “Wow, Bart’s so cool, and handsome, you should totally date him and kiss him forever—”

“Oh, uh… it was… something about…” He swallowed, panic buzzing in his veins faster than any sprint. “Stealth?”

…

The silence that followed was brutal. Virgil muttered a low “god,”, Cassie pressed her lips together, shaking with suppressed laughter. Jaime groans rubbing his face as secondhand embarrassment flooded him, and Gar had his head down, shoulders shaking.

Nightwing’s voice cut clean through the room. “Uh, huh,” he said, tone dry as Gotham concrete, “Or maybe I should assume there’s something across the table that’s more interesting than the briefing?”

This is where you properly tune in, looking up at the two. First at Dick, then at him. Your brow furrowed for half a second, gears turning, before your expression cleared with sudden realization.

Bart’s whole body went rigid. Oh no. Oh no, no, no— he couldn’t have been more obvious even if he’d tattooed I like you across his forehead.

“Oh!” you said brightly, like everything had perfectly fallen in place in that very moment.

Bart’s heart stopped as heat flooded his whole body. You’d figured it out. You knew. Oh god, you finally knew. Part of him wanted to run laps across the globe just to burn off the panic; part of him wanted to scream with joy.

Would you reciprocate? God what if you rejected him in front of everyone? He’d had to travel back into the past again with a whole new Time Machine—

But you were anything but predictable. You promptly split your tangerine neatly in half, sliding one piece across the table toward him. It could work as a metaphor for what you just did to his heart; split his hopes and panic in two.

“You should’ve just said you were hungry,” you said, casually, like that explained everything. “Speedster metabolism and all, right?”

Bart’s brain short-circuited.

Ah.

You thought… he wanted the tangerine.

Not you. Just the fruit.

“Oh,” he croaked, voice cracking on the single syllable. He grabbed the offered fruit like it was a lifeline, forcing a wobbly grin onto his face. “Uh— yeah. Totally. Thanks.”

He stuffs the whole half into his mouth, not bothering to pull it apart to eat normally, wanting to do something with his mouth other than make a bigger fumble. The citrus burst sweet and tart on his tongue, but it tasted like humiliation.

Nightwing didn’t say anything, but the faint twitch at the corner of his mouth said enough. Bart couldn’t prove it, but he knew deep down that what Nightwing did was an attempt at sabotage.

He and Tim, your doting older brothers, were nowhere near helpful when it came to you. Bart had learned that the hard way.

At first, he thought Tim was on his side. His dear friend Robin. The one who always seemed a little more relaxed, less big-brother-guard-dog than Dick. Tim even used to chuckle at Bart’s rambles of how perfect you were, which Bart had taken as a good sign— approval, even.

Yeah. That lasted all of five minutes.

Tim’s version of sabotage was quiet, methodical. Every time Bart worked up the nerve to invite you to grab food, Tim somehow swooped in with “important case files” only you could help him with. Every time Bart caught you alone after training, Tim appeared out of nowhere with some excuse to drag you off.

Always so casual, so polite, like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. And if Bart dared to glare? Tim just blinked back with that calm, innocently aggravating face that said clear as day: no one will believe you.

And then there was Dick. He had the authority, and he weaponized it. Mission assignments that somehow never put Bart and you together. Training exercises where Bart's attempts at conversation got cut off mid-sentence with a sharp “focus.”

One time, Dick had even slid himself between you two at the table during a debrief, leaning back in his chair with that smug older-brother smirk that screamed, Don’t even try it.

It was sabotage. 

Pure, calculated, Bat sabotage.

Bart tried to laugh it off, tried to make it sound casual. Totally fine. No big deal.

But his voice cracked halfway through the laugh, he could feel the heat crawling up his neck, blooming across his cheeks, not subtle, not cool, not fine.

Still, he forced another laugh, like that might erase the first one. It didn’t. Bart knew every single person at the table could see straight through him.

Everyone but you, of course.

You’d grown up pursued by classmates with shy crushes, family friends who tried too hard, and strangers who only cared about your last name.

It had started when you were barely old enough to understand what “dating” even meant, and it never really stopped. Notes shoved in lockers, people tripping over themselves to impress you, whispers about what it would mean to be with a Wayne.

After a while, you stopped taking any of it seriously. It was easier to treat it all like static, background noise you could ignore. Compliments and lingering stares slid right past you, in one ear and out the other.

The only time you ever really noticed was when it crossed the line, whether with words or actions. Those you caught immediately. Everything else? Filtered out without a second thought.

So Bart’s stare? His nerves? His laugh cracking on the edges? It didn’t even register.

To Bart, however, it was his entire heart on display, invisible to the only person who mattered.

You just smiled like you’d done a good deed, popping another piece of tangerine into your mouth without a second thought. Oblivious. Cheerful. Completely unaware that Bart Allen had just died and been resurrected by citrus in the span of thirty seconds.

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The meeting ended with Dick clapping his hands once, sharp and final. “Alright, gear up for some drills. Y/N, a word.”

Your head snapped up mid-bite of tangerine. For a second, you froze, then let out an audible groan and sagged back. “Ugh. What?! Why— oh.” You pause, half-turning in your chair. “Is this about the—”

The words died in your throat the second Dick’s brows lifted, interest sparking like he was ready to drag the full confession out of you right here in front of everyone.

You clamped your mouth shut immediately. “... Never mind,” you muttered, shaking your head as you decided not to out whatever silliness you recently got into.

Dick didn’t push, but the faint twitch at the corner of his mouth said he’d file it away for later. Great. Just great.

You busied yourself with the napkin, gathering up the scraps of peel a little too carefully, then stood. Before leaving, you risked a glance at the table, one look at your so-called friends, and regret hit instantly.

Cassie’s grin was way too sharp, like she was already writing her commentary in her head. Virgil gave you a lazy two-finger salute, pure mockery. Gar mouthed good luck in the most dramatic way possible, and Jaime just shook his head, lips twitching like he’d seen this show before (which he had, you did a lot of things under your family's nose, which more often than not came to bite you in the butt.)

You rolled your eyes and let out a sigh that was half annoyance, half resignation, before pushing your chair back with a scrape. Clutching the tangerine and napkin like a shield, you trudged after your brother, muttering pitifully to yourself. The door slides shut behind you, sealing both your fate, along with Barts.

For three blissful seconds, the room was silent.

And then it erupted.

Cassie leaned forward first, chin in her hand, grin wicked. “So… hungry, huh?”

Bart groaned, sliding down in his seat until his forehead thunked against the table. “Don’t. Just— don’t.” His voice came out muffled, but the misery was clear enough.

“Metabolism and all,” Virgil chimed in, pitching his voice to make it syrupy in a passable impression of you. He batted his lashes for effect, earning a snicker from Jaime. “They basically fed you like a stray cat, dude. Next thing we know, they’re setting out a bowl for you outside their dorm.”

“Knowing Bart he’d be there on his hands and knees” Jaime adds, swivelling on his chair to face the speedster better, “you can’t even deny it, man”

Gar’s laughter bubbled out of him as he shoved Bart’s shoulder. “You should’ve seen your face, man. Bright red, like cartoon-level red.”

Bart muffled something into the tabletop. He didn’t care what it was. Anything to drown out the sound of his friends dismantling his dignity piece by piece.

“Well, we can’t really blame him for his reaction.” Jaime chuckled, shaking his head. “Zoning out in front of Nightwing? That’s next-level unlucky.”

Gar grinned widely. “Down bad during a mission briefing. I mean… priorities, I guess.”

Bart let out another muffled groan into the table. His ears were red.

Cassie huffs a laugh, smirk still sharp. “Count yourself lucky Tim wasn’t here. Dick just embarrassed you. Tim would’ve went for humiliation”

“Mmhmmm,” Virgil said, pointing at him with a grin. “You know he’d go all deadpan— ‘He’s not zoning out, Dick. He’s staring at Y/N’.”

Jaime nodded, amused. “And then Dick would double down. Because if Tim handed him ammo like that? Game over, man.”

Cassie gave a small shrug. “You’d be toast. No escape.”

Gar smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Seriously, Kid. Lucky break today. Only had to face one Bat brother instead of two.”

The table continues to laugh, entertained at his expense. Bart groaned again, wishing the ground would swallow him up, because clearly there was no way to win here.

And yet, even through all the teasing, his mind wouldn’t let go.

The way you tilted your head, meeting his gaze.

The way you’d smiled when you split the fruit.

The way you’d giggled, soft and unguarded, when Dick called him out.

God. He was so screwed.

[e1ectraaheart]

── 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐒; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘥

jason todd x fem!reader - f1 au - back to masterlist

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐒

y/n "shadowcat" l/n -  a former street racer and the latest in a long line of replacements for racing legend bruce wayne. the team took a gamble on a street racer with no prior formula experience, hoping to replicate bruce’s daring spirit, but instead got a headstrong, reckless yet effective driver. no stranger to media criticism, you've learned to shut it all out, causing you to be awfully quiet, something your teammate is determined to "fix". nicknamed "shadowcat" after your infamous street racing car with the same name. f1 fans adopted the nickname, saying it fits well with your ability to materialize out of seemingly thin air on the race track; rookie

dick "nightwing" grayson - formula one's golden boy and the favorite protégé of bruce wayne. he's as talented as he is charming, wickedly fast on track, and chasing his 5th world driver's championship. he's jason todd's biggest rival which has put a serious strain on what used to be a close childhood friendship. nicknamed "nightwing" for his excellence during night races; 9th season, 4x wdc, reigning world champ and title defender

𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆

jason "red hood" todd - despised by the fia and media alike for his aggressive on track personality as well as his coldness off track. an exceptional driver who has an unfortunate tendency to ostracize those closest to him. he was a sensation climbing through the lower ranks before randomly dropping off, not seen by the racing world for several years. no one knows what happened, but he came back stronger than ever and has been pushing himself to the limit for the past several seasons. nicknamed "red hood" for the iconic red design of his racing helmet, which doubles as his motorcycle helmet in the off season when he races in motogp; 7th season, 2x wdc, championship favorite

roy "arsenal" harper - perhaps the only person jason can tolerate. a formidable opponent and not someone to be overlooked, even though jason is the favorite to win the championship. nicknamed "arsenal" for his ability to always produce a new strategy and improvise when things go sideways on track; 8th season

𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐈

tim "red robin" drake - the most involved in strategy, spends each off week working with the team on the car and giving his input. constantly getting in arguments with his race engineer about said strategy. nicknamed "red robin" for his scarlet ferrari, which he is utterly devoted to; 6th season

stephanie "spoiler" brown - the sound of reason within the ferrari garage, keeps tim in check when he gets too ahead of himself in strategy meetings. has dealt with the sexism the sport brings for years and has become a close friend to you. nicknamed "spoiler" after a brutal rookie season where she couldn't stop accidentally spoiling strategy on the team radio, which sent tim into a spiral; 4th season

𝐌𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍

wally "the flash" west - a fan favorite and alongside his teammate, mclaren has easily become the most chaotic garage. spends more time filming tiktoks than on the simulator, but he is still an incredibly talented driver with several wins under his belt. nicknamed "the flash" for his raw, unmatched speed on track leading to numerous pole positions; 8th season, 1x wdc

gar "beast boy" logan - wally's equally chaotic counterpart and yet another fan favorite. a talented driver known for his daring moves on track and pranks in the paddock. nicknamed "beast boy" after a video went viral of him saying he was going to go "beast mode" on track, which he still gets relentlessly flamed for by his fellow drivers; 5th season

𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐒

koriand'r "starfire" - was stephanie's rival in the f1 academy and even though they're good friends now, that energy persists on track. incredibly loved by fans and a more rule-abiding driver. she's very strategic and knows when to push and when to hold back. nicknamed "starfire" for her untapped star potential fans agreed is being held back by being in a midfield team; 4th season

conner "superboy" kent - one of the quieter drivers. he can be very aggressive and headstrong on track, but he can let his emotions interfere with his driving, leaving him inconsistent. nicknamed "superboy" after his insane climb through the ranks, winning f3 and f2 championships back to back; 2nd season

𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍

damian "robin" wayne - your fellow rookie and the media's greatest nightmare. he will openly tell them their questions are stupid and is constantly getting in trouble with PR. still, he's a very fast and strategic driver on track who's shaping up to be a championship favorite within the next couple of years. nicknamed "robin" after a video went viral of a bird breaking into his driver's room and attacking him; rookie

duke "the signal" thomas - an underrated driver who's been around the block a few times. trusted by engineers and sponsors for both feedback and results, he's a quiet mercenary on track. type of guy to quietly make up 10 places in just a few laps. nicknamed "the signal" after a series of on board videos went viral of him signaling to his team with hand motions indicating his next plays to keep strategy a secret; 8th season

𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄

diana "wonder woman" prince - the oldest driver on the grid, announced her upcoming retirement before the start of the season. an absolute racing legend, having gained respect internationally for being the first woman to ever win a race, she only continued to set records and then break them as she went on to win championship after championship in the late 2000s and early 2010s. nicknamed "wonder woman" for the sheer spectacle it is to watch her on track and the way she paved the way for every future woman in the sport; 20th season, 7x wdc

john "hellblazer" constantine - unpredictable and unbothered. very experienced and a risk-taker on track, constantly taking gambles and making dangerous (yet miraculously legal) moves on track. nicknamed "hellblazer" for his daring, firey attitude and ability to remain unaffected by casualties on track. has been in more crashes than anyone else on the grid; 17th season, 2x wdc

𝐕𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐁

hal "green lantern" jordan - the more experienced of the pair of vcarb drivers. daring on track and still very fast even though he's been in the game for a while. pushes the car to the limit and refuses to settle, leads the midfield. got the nickname "green lantern" in 2014 for his performance in the (albeit shitty) caterham ct05 and its neon green color; 14th season, 1x wdc

kyle "white lantern" rayner - spent a lot of time as a red bull development driver before being given the chance at the second seat. he wasn't bad, but wasn't able to match jason's racing style and ended up getting demoted to the junior team. a fast learner and adaptive on and off track. nicknamed "white lantern" after fans caught wind of the close dynamic he shares with his teammate; 5th season

𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐒

jaime "blue beetle" reyes - an extremely talented and enthusiastic driver with a need to prove himself. a bit more on the emotional side when it comes to rationality on track. his inexperience can often show in how daring and sloppy he gets when he falls behind in races. nicknamed "blue beetle" for the electric blue volkswagen beetle he drives off track and has an entire instagram page dedicated to; 2nd season

oliver "green arrow" queen - another veteran on the grid, but the only one without a world driver's championship. a bit arrogant and incredibly famous, it's often questioned why he is still driving if he's already rich and doesn't seem too committed. gained the nickname "green arrow" during his time at mercedes, during which he wore a green helmet which fans raved about and paired with the existing team nickname - "silver arrows"; 13th season

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒

barbara gordon - daughter of racing legend jim gordon, babs is your race engineer (formerly bruce wayne's before his impromptu retirement) she not only provides clear and concise strategy and communication on track, but she's also helped you navigate the media and toxicity of the sport off track

bruce wayne - one of the biggest names of the sport next to diana prince and clark kent. the trio led one of the most legendary periods of formula one before they retired one by one, starting with clark in the early 2000s and ending with diana this year. bruce has mentored several racers on track - primarily dick grayson, stephanie brown, and jason todd. damian wayne is his biological son and his spot on track can easily be attributed to that nepotism, but he backs it with talent. jason, however, refuses to let anyone know about his relationship with the racing legend and has grown rather bitter towards the man during his rivalry with dick grayson

lois lane & clark kent - legendary formula one reporters that provide genius strategic analysis and witty commentary during the races. clark is a former racing legend known for his charming personality and insights on driver thinking. lois is a ruthless journalist who conducts the post-race interviews when she isn't sharing the commentary box with her partner. she's known for her in depth analysis on team and driver strategy and clear explanations of sport details

a/n: i did not know half of these characters before lowkey and just kept googling names to fill the grid so this is a bunch of bullshit. if theyre out of character im sorry i tried lmfao im a casual dc fan

[amylikescomics]

I think my biggest problem with New Teen Titans reunions, retreads, and nostalgia bait is how often they just miss the point. Why is Jericho always ignored? Why are the Titans insecure about the JL when that wasn't a thing in the 80s? Why are they written like high schoolers when most of them were college age in the 80s? Why are they treated like they were all kid sidekicks when Kory, Vic, and Raven were never sidekicks. Hell, Gar barely counts in that regard. And even Dick and Donna moved past their sidekick gigs in NTT.

[demonic0angel]

Dan is sulking because none of Dick's friends fear him. He's just "Dick's grumpy/asshole boyfriend"! He hates them all! Except Beast Boy. All the Phantoms vibe with Beast Boy.

(Changed up the ask a tad bc I had an idea lmao)

"So?" Dick asked hopefully. "What do you think?"

His friends had just met his boyfriend, Dan, and he was hoping that they would like him. However, he was disappointed as they all made various faces, most of it negative. Dick wilted as Garth spoke first.

"He seems... fine. Kind of rude and standoffish though."

Rachel frowned. "His soul is even darker than my father's. I think he’s stronger too. I can tell that he didn’t like any of us.”

Vic nodded. "They’re both right. He felt really hostile.”

“Are you sure he’s nice to you? He treats you well, right?” Donna asked, a sharp glare on her face as she looked at her wonder twin up and down. “If he doesn’t, I’ll get rid of him and knock you out of your brainwashing. You’ve been hurt enough, we don’t need another creepy jerk disturbing your life.”

Roy snorted. “He better treat Dick well. Even if he’s stronger than Trigon, we could definitely take him down, right, guys?”

Everyone nodded as Dick sighed in exasperation, although he was smiling a tad. “I promise that he treats me really well. Gar? Kori? What do you two think?”

“Seems chill,” Gar said with a shrug. He stretched out in his kitty form, where he had been curled up and loafing on the sofa. “He gives really good chin scratches and he didn’t hurt me at all. Or any of us. He was really gentle. I can smell he likes Dick a lot too.”

He looked at Kori with a kitty smile, tilting his head. “Kori, you agree with me?”

Kori nodded and everyone looked at her in shock. She smiled and said, “I thought he was quite friendly. Perhaps it was while you all were distracted with the food? He is familiar with Tamaranean customs and was very polite. I can sense that he feels deeply and I can tell that he loves Dick very much.” She looked at Dick with a smile and continued, “As long as you’re happy, I approve. Although his attitude definitely needs work.”

Dick blushed. “Thanks. I like him a lot, though I’ll definitely talk to him about being rude to you guys. He’s kinda… well, maybe not kind of, he’s extremely traumatized, so we’ll work on it. But he isn’t too bad, right?”

He looked hopefully at everyone and they all sighed, looking at each other with looks that promised a team-up if Dick got his heart broken again, before they looked back at him and nodded.

Dick beamed. “Thanks, you guys!” Then he paused and looked at Gar and Kori curiously. “Though I wonder why you two got treated the nicest by him?”

Kori and Gar shrugged, also a little confused. No one had any answers for that either.

Later, as Dick called up Dan to ask him about what he thought, Dick asked, “So… why were you treating Kori and Gar the nicest? Gar said that you were really gentle to him.”

Dan’s response was almost comically bland.

“They’re cats.”

[edawgz]

# COMING IN HOT

⤿ WALLY WEST, ROY HARPER, GAR LOGAN, and JIMMY OLSEN obviously have green flags as partners, but what are some of them?

!! fluff. headcanon drabbles. fem!reader. gf/wife!reader. just realized these are all gingers and then gar is there as the honorary ginger. lets see how many of these i can upload before i have to go to the hockey game. here is pt 1! pt 2! pt 4! pt 5. ENJOY.

WALLY WEST ─── RACES FOR YOUR CRAVINGS !

!! You could text him at 11:47pm that you kind of, maybe, possibly want a very specific milkshake from across town, just asking him if you guys can go there when he gets back... Yet, he's already gone before you finish typing out the flavor you wanted, reappearing in your kitchen seconds later with wind whipped hair and and whipped cream perfectly intact. A proud grin on his lips, and a slight pink to his cheeks when you told him he didn't have to, but he just insists. "Its no big deal, babe!" and looks as proud as he does when he saves the planet.

There was another time, you were sick and in bed trying to rest, Wally had been blowing up your phone every few seconds to make sure that you were alright. You, of course, replied immediately and assured him you were okay, telling him that he should just focus on being a superhero and that you'd be there when he gets back.

Some time passed, and all was fine, until you texted him asking him to "bring home some chocolate and pain killers?" You got no response.. at least not from him.. but you got a text from Dick that said "Coming in hot." And within mere seconds of receiving that, your boyfriend was in front of your bed, three shopping bags dangling off of his arms filled with chocolate, soups, different types of pain killers, flowers, and so much more.

ROY HARPER ─── LETS YOU CUSTOMIZE HIM !

!! Roy pretends to groan when you steel his hoodies, swap out his laces or put beads on them that say ROY <3, or when you insist on trimming his hair "just a little bit." Yet, he sits there patiently while you fuss over him, glancing at you with that soft look he only gets when you're focused.

His hair had gotten a little shaggy, so of course, you jumped on the opportunity to become a hairstylist. Every snip of the scissors, every careful adjustment, he hums lightly or mutters a joke about how wild you’re making him look, but the faint pink in his cheeks betrays how much he actually enjoys it.

When you step back to check your work, Roy tilts his head to the side, studying the new shape in the mirror with a small grin. “Looks… not bad, I guess,” he says, but there’s a warmth in his eyes that tells you he loves seeing himself through your hands. By the time you’re done, Roy runs a hand through his newly trimmed hair, grumbling again but still smiling, because it’s perfect.. a little messy, a little shaped, and entirely yours.

GAR LOGAN ─── SMILES AT ALL ANIMALS !

!! It doesn’t matter if it’s a stray cat in an alley, a pigeon on a streetlight, or a grumpy little dog tugging at its leash—Gar always smiles at them. Not a passing grin, either. It’s soft and bright and completely genuine, like he’s greeting an old friend. He’ll crouch and offer a gentle “Hey, buddy,” or wave at a squirrel like it might wave back. And every time you catch that warm and affectionate look behind his eyes, you think about how that's the same tenderness he gives to you, effortless and instinctive, like kindness is just built into him.

You’re halfway through telling Gar about your day when he suddenly slows to a stop on the sidewalk, his hand lightly brushing your arm to pause you mid-sentence. There’s a tiny, scruffy dog across the street, barely the size of his shoe, stubbornly refusing to move while its owner tries to coax it along... and Gar just melts. His whole face softens, lips curling into the brightest, most genuine smile, eyes crinkling at the corners like he’s just witnessed something magical. “Look at him,” he whispers, like the dog might hear and get shy. He gives the tiniest wave, crouching slightly as if the pup might somehow understand the gesture, and when the dog finally waddles forward, and Gar beams like he personally accomplished something.

Then he glances back at you, grin still wide, a little sheepish but completely unashamed. “Sorry,” he says, squeezing your hand as you start walking again, “he was just really cute.”

JIMMY OLSEN ─── PERSONAL HYPEMAN !

!! Jimmy talks about you at the Daily Planet like you’re the most fascinating headline he’s ever chased, showing off pictures you didn’t even realize he took and telling anyone within earshot how talented, smart, or cool you are. Whenever you catch him, you immediately tell him to stop he just beams and says, “What? It’s true.”

You could walk into the room in sweatpants and messy hair, mumbling about how your day was “nothing special,” and Jimmy would react like you just uncovered the story of the century. His eyes went wide, camera basically materializing in his hands as he gasps, “Hold on-.. say that again.”

Suddenly he’s narrating your accomplishments like a breaking news segment, dramatically pacing the room. “Local Icon Absolutely Crushes It Again. Sources Confirm She’s Brilliant and Stunning.” He’ll snap candid photos of you laughing, insisting the lighting is “Pulitzer-worthy,” and if you try to brush him off, he just doubles down, grinning like he’s in on the biggest scoop of his life.

By the end of it, you’re flushed and laughing, and he’s looking at you like you really are front-page news.

← MLIST. ᝰ.ᐟ edawgz 2026.

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