Or: The one where they misunderstand what the positive test is for.
Includes: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Wally West, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent and John Constantine
Warnings: Reader is implied to be able to get pregnant, however I'm all for them being dumb enough to think they've managed even if it's not possible so you decide lol <3 Beside that, no real warnings, mostly fluffy and humorous.
Morph's thoughts: Hii everyone, this is my first dc comics fic AND first text!au fic ever :) I'm still trying to find everyone's "texting voices" and doing a bit of a trial and error with the formating of the screen shots, so if you have any feedback it's more than welcome!!
twin how about smau where reader is very nonchalant cold and
eh
basically black cat x golden retriever but the golden retriever switches up based on the guy I guess? moments where they crack the surface of their gf
please don't forget my man constantinople🙏🏻🙏🏻
can you tell I fucking suck at writing requests
Black Cat x Golden Retriever
featuring: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Wally West, Clark Kent, John Constantine, Zatanna Zatara
warning: fluff
A/N: ABSOLUTELY LOVE THE IDEA TWIN, THANK YOU!! Being surrounded by British people paid off cuz I did pick up some sayings, and used them for John’s part LMAOOO. Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading this <33
froggi yaps -> been a while since i did a mutli-fic but this one had me feeling sooo inspired :p originally i was just gonna do the bats but i wanted to add wally soo
Dick Grayson:
Dick erupts into laughter before his lips have even touched yours, throwing his head back. His tanned throat bobs with the sound, bare skin slightly glistening from the sunscreen he’d put on earlier.
“See?” He shakes his head, “I can’t even get close to you without you getting all flustered.”
You only frown, shoving him away from you. In any other situation, you’d be fine. It’s just Dick, after all. But it’s being here—outside the pool, in the sweltering heat, Dick shirtless and shiny and tanned and looking at you like he wants to eat you alive—that’s killing you.
“Am not.”
“We’re lying now, are we?”
You roll your eyes, sitting back down on your chair and taking a big sip of water to quench the heat in your veins. “It’s hot out here. That’s all.”
“It’s boiling,” Jason agrees, finally returning with the pile of towels he said he’d get ages ago.
You look at him, his own muscled chest and big arms, and then back to Dick. You rise to your feet slowly and Dick’s head snaps up, gears turning behind his eyes. He knows what’s about to happen just as much as you do.
“Hey, Jason.”
“Hm?”
Dick steps forwards. You inch closer to his brother. Jason looks at you in confusion, then glances at Dick behind you, and smirks.
You rub a gentle hand up his bicep and Jason suddenly pulls you in, eyes locked with Dick’s over your shoulder. You latch your fingers behind his neck and pull him down to you, lips moving against his in a perfect rhythm. The taste of the watermelon he’d been eating and the remnants of his protein shake this morning flood your mouth.
You make a big show of pulling away, unfurling yourself from Jason and turning around to face Dick who looks like he’s about ready to kill the both of you.
“See?” You gesture to your face, “not flustered.”
“Not funny,” Dick says.
Jason laughs behind you.
Wally West:
Wally’s grinning ear to ear when he pulls away from you, the freckles on his cheeks dusted in pink. His hand still rests on the small of your back, his other palm laying idly on the side of your arm.
You take a deep breath, eyes still shut as your mind runs circles around itself to keep up with what just happened. Wally kissed you. Wally kissed you. You blink.
He cocks his head to the side. “Did I get you all hot and bothered?”
“No.” Yes.
“Mhm, whatever you say, sweetheart.”
The nickname sends tingles down your spine, the heat that was already rushing through your body growing tenfold. You press a hand to his chest, the two of you still close enough together that your lips could touch again, before pushing yourself off of him.
“In your dreams, West.” You stumble over your own feet, your cool entrance looking less and less suave by the minute. “I don’t get hot and bothered.”
“What about being hot and bothered?”
It’s just your luck that Roy Harper has to stumble into the room, still glistening with sweat from his workout, thick arms poking out through his tanktop. He grins goofily, eyes flicking between you and Wally to make sense of the situation.
“You know what?” You say, taking a step towards Roy.
Wally sees the mischief in your eyes, swallows hard at the way you’ve started grinning.
“I’ll prove it to you.”
And before either man can say anything, you’re grabbing Roy by the front of his shirt and tugging him into you, smashing your lips on his. He tastes like the pineapple electrolytes he keeps in his water bottle, an aftertaste of smoke and cedar resting on your tongue.
You pull away, immediately looking over your shoulder to face the other redhead. Wally’s frowning, jealousy twisting in his gut like a knife. He crosses his arms over his chest, his own biceps flexing.
“What was that for?” Roy breathes, all rosy cheeks and a breathless grin.
“To prove a point.”
Without saying anything else, you detach yourself from Roy and head to the door, satisfied at having proved your point.
“I’m better!” Wally shouts, “come back here and I’ll show you!”
Roy just stands there, still stunned. “What the hell just happened?”
Bruce Wayne:
Bruce is more than satisfied with himself when he pulls away from you, his taut grip loosening. He straightens himself up, adjusting his cowl back on his head.
“That distracted you,” he notes.
You shake your head but it’s clear from the way he’s looking at you, he doesn’t believe it for a second. You’re all swollen lips and warmth and breathlessness, and Bruce is a picture of perfect composure. It’s embarrassing, really.
“I’m not distracted.”
He fiddles with the gloves of his costume, the darkness of the Batcave hiding what it is exactly he’s messing with. “This is what I was talking about. It’s a liability.”
“It’s nothing,” you snap, adjusting your own costume. “Kissing isn’t a liability for me.”
He stays quiet but you see it on his lips, the slight disapproving frown beneath his mask.
There’s a loud sigh behind you, marking Clark’s arrival. “And here I thought you two were finally getting along.”
The idea comes to your mind before the taller man is even done speaking. Clark is perfect for what you need him for, a pallet cleanser to wash away the intensity that is Bruce.
“Clark?” You ask.
He tilts his head to the side, smiling warmly. “What?”
“Don’t.” Bruce warns.
You ignore him anyway, stepping up to the Kryptonian and snaking your arms around his shoulders before tugging him down to your level. You smash your lips against his, beckoning him in closer with your arms, absorbing his taste. He’s sweet and stable and moves against you carefully, like he’s not quite sure he should be doing this.
You pull away, suppressing a laugh when you see Clark’s flushed cheeks and goofy smile. Turning to face Bruce, you gesture to yourself for emphasis.
“See? No liability.”
Bruce only scowls.
John Constantine:
“Your heart’s racing,” John mumbles, lips hovering just above your ear. “You sure you’ve been kissed before?”
“You’re not funny.”
“I’m genuinely asking, love.”
You push him away from you, eyes rolling back. “My heart’s not racing, you liar.”
“Someone seems awfully flustered.”
“I’m not flustered.”
He smirks, gesturing to your slightly disheveled appearance. “You’re not?”
“You’re seeing things.”
Still, you mess with the hem of your pants just a little bit, smoothing down the wrinkles in your shirt. In truth, your heart is beating pretty fast, heat burning beneath your skin wherever he touched you.
“Seeing things again, Constantine?” Zatanna is smirking when she enters the room.
John scoffs. “What do you mean, ‘again’?”
Zatanna comes up behind you, slinging an arm over your shoulders. The scent of her body spray, sweet and fruity and expensive, floods your nostrils. You blink and something clicks in your mind.
“Is he giving you a hard time?” She asks.
You nod, turning to look at her with pleading eyes. Her own eyes narrow slightly, darting to look at John before looking back at you. She doesn’t say anything but the way she smiles tells you she knows.
You cup the side of her face and pull her in, moving your own head forward to brush your lips against hers. The taste of her lipgloss lingers on your tongue, her lips soft and warm and smooth against yours.
You pull away, your heart racing just a little more than it was before, suddenly grateful that John’s hearing isn’t what it used to be.
“See?” You say, satisfied, “you’re seeing things.”
His own cheeks are pinkened, eyes widened and looking between the two of you. “That’s just not fair, love.”
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Hi, what about batfamily x reader that can see dead people? Like i believe that they would think at the beginning that the reader has schizophrenia.
𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐬
pairings: platonic!batfam x medium!gn!reader (+platonic!john constantine)
summary: they wrote you off as sick, not right in the head. Whispered how your mind shows you things that don't exist. Instead of listening to you when you told them about the ghosts you saw, they upped the dose of your medications. But the ghosts were never fully felt; instead of seeing them clearly, you only saw their shadows, so you learned to keep quiet, worried that the higher dose might end up killing you.
tags: mentions of medication and being high, the family thinks reader is crazy, they're wrong tho, death mentioned? reader is called peculiar in a derogatory way
a/n: added John to make it a tiny bit funnier, hope you like it :3 might make a part two
part two
Bruce knew there was something wrong with you from your first steps in the manor. At first he thought the soulless look in your eyes and staring off into the distance was due to you witnessing your mother's death. Maybe you witnessed something you were not supposed to.
Then Jason mentioned that he heard you talk to yourself, talking about how you mumbled 'be quiet' when he entered the room even though nobody was there. Dick told him a similar thing a few times as well, even though he hadn't been visiting the manor as often since Jason's arrival, let alone (name)'s. Bruce brushed off the boys at first, explaining to them how you're young and were probably playing with an imaginary friend of yours.
It took Alfred expressing worry over your behaviour for Bruce to decide to investigate it himself.
At first he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, for him at least. While, yes, you were a little… peculiar with the way you played with the toys he bought you or the way you would wander the manor at night as if you were looking for something. He just thought you had never got to play with the toys before, and that's why you didn't know how to play, and the wandering he brushed off as you being kept awake by nightmares.
It was only when he caught you in a study after a long patrol. He saw that the lights were on and thought that Alfred forgot to turn them off when he was inside. You sat at one of the chairs, staring at the sofa. You nodded along as if someone was telling you a story, then told that person that you don't know how to help them. Except there was no one in the room other than you and now Bruce.
"(Name)? "Who are you talking to?" He asked, fully stepping inside.
"Oh! I'm just talking to Ms Sherry." You lighten up when you realise Bruce had returned. She could actually use your help—"
"(Name), sweetheart, there's no one on this couch." He walked up to you, crouching down in front of the chair you were sitting on. "It's just us two here, nobody else."
"But Ms Sherry is right there! She's staring at you, don't you see?" you pointed, pouting. "Ms Sherry, say something."
"Enough of that, (name); let's get you to bed." Bruce picked you up, making sure your arms were around his neck before he started to walk.
"But she was there! I see her all the time," you sniffled, looking behind Bruce at Ms Sherry. "Other people too, there are so many of them, more than in my mummy's house!"
"We'll… talk about it in the morning, sweetheart," he promised you.
You two did talk the next day, just not the way you thought you would. Bruce took you somewhere first thing in the morning, to the building with white walls, tiled floors and small windows. He asked you to repeat what you told him the previous night to a woman in white clothes and a kind smile. You knew that Bruce wouldn't bring you to someone that would be mean to you, so you obediently told the woman about Ms Sherry and other people you saw.
By the end of your story, she asked to speak to Bruce outside and told you to wait in the room.
After returning, Bruce told you that you will stay with the doctor for a bit and that she will help you.
When you grew up, you learned that the doctor you stayed with was a psychiatrist and the building you stayed in was a hospital.
And that they didn't really help you. Even if everyone around you thought they did. They gave you pills, but those people you only saw were still there, just a little more blurred. You attended sessions, and after each one the people became more and more blurred. The woman kept it up until you realised that you will only be allowed to come back to Bruce and Alfred if you stop talking about the people, or shadows, since that's what they were reduced to.
The years went by and your family grew, yet you didn't get close to them after Dick and Jason. The badge of being mentally unwell stuck to you over the years, and most of Bruce's kids learnt to keep their distance. Most of them weren't outright mean to you, but you knew that there was a part of you that made them uncomfortable.
You researched more about the shadows that you saw when you thought nobody was looking, finding out they're most likely ghosts and that you're not sick, just a medium. You wondered if your mother was a medium as well or if you got it from other parts of your family. But that knowledge didn't stop you from taking your pills each morning and ignoring the whispers of the shadows around you.
You were going about your day as usual when John Constantine came by the Batcave to help Batman with something. He was going over the evidence they gathered when he froze, sensing another strong presence inside the manor.
"Huh, that's weird," he mumbled, furrowing his brows.
"What?" Bruce asked, thinking it was something about the case.
"I'm sensing something," John explains, leaving the papers on the table.
He talked out of the cave and into the manor, with Bruce and his kids following closely behind.
You were in the back patio, reading a book on your lap when a blonde man barged in.
"Hello there." He greeted you with a grin. He squinted his eyes as he stared at you. "You're peculiar, aren't you?"
"I'm sorry?" You asked, the book falling from your lap. The last time you heard someone referring to you as such was when Bruce was introducing you to Tim.
"No, that's a good thing!" the man cackled, walking up to you. "You can see dead people, right?"
"What? No…" You look away, your body feeling hot in embarrassment.
"They can't see dead people," Bruce explained from behind the man.
"Well, not now! Take 'em off drugs," the man scoffed, crouching down in front of your chair. "I'm telling you the power they have seeps through even when you have them high, so just imagine what they can do when you take them off."
"John, we can't," Bruce tried to argue.
"They're sick—" Damian scoffed, ready to say more, but the blonde man stopped him.
"Yeah, sick of your bullshit," John spat, looking back at your family. "You're destroying their liver or something just because you couldn't be bothered to think they might not be lying about seeing dead!"
You watched him take out a small paper out of his pocket, handing it to you. You took it, reading the words on it and realising it had his full name and a phone number on it.
"Seriously, kid, stop taking those meds; you don't need them," he suggested, standing up. "A week off should be enough, and after that call me, I'll help you."
John went back inside the manor after that, leaving you to stare down at the paper and your family to stare at you. It was then that the realisation hit Bruce.
Maybe instead of taking you to a mental facility like the internet suggested when you told him about the people you saw, he should've looked deeper into it and got you actual help.
For now, he will just have to hope you'll forgive him.
⋆ starring: dick, jason, wally, roy, hal, constantine
⋆ cw: NSFW 18+, MDNI, f!reader, established relationships (except in constantine's), suggestive texts, pranks, jealousy, fluff, swearing
⋆ a/n: constantine's is soooo cheesy oh my god BEWAREEE i cringe more and more everytime i re-read the texts but whateeverrrrr
Edit: Guys, i had to sacrifice myself with the tags cuz these were ones i wasnt finding fics with, i hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me😞😞
