Anon: A very confused Damian when his heart skips a beat when he is around his crush.
Words: 985
God knows you're not the best student at Gotham Academy because just being any good would mean you come from a privileged family. You're just below average, just like everybody else who’s on a scholarship, the project student of a family willing to throw some cash around in the name of charity.
The Dawsons were no different. You’re grateful but humility wasn’t going to be an obstacle that will stop you from thriving to be above the average margin, even by just a point.
That's why you're already on the academy grounds an hour before homeroom so you can start showing up those snobby elite students on your first day. But you stand still under the classroom's doorway because somebody else is already inside, their head laying down on the desk and sitting in your assigned seat.
You tighten your grip on your bag because today is going to be the day Y/N makes her mark, even if it means starting with claiming what’s yours in an hour’s time.
You walk toward the front of the desk and stand directly above the sleeping boy’s head. You suddenly slow down your thoughts as you watch the gentle rise and fall of the boy's shoulders. You turn to the side and see the sunkissed skin around tightening facial muscles as if he's having a sudden nightmare. His eyebrows furrow and a small strip of black hair slide down his forehead, the ends tickling the tops of his closed eyes. You see his lips twitch and you couldn't stop yourself from tucking back the stray hair.
The boy's eyes suddenly open and grabs your wrist with his strong grip, making you bend your elbow onto the table and using it to hold yourself up.
He stares at you intently, assessing if you're a threat. In the next moment, he's glaring with narrowed eyes. "What are you doing?" he hisses.
That quickly snaps you back to reality. "You're hurting me," you snap back. You try to look firm and solid but it’s getting harder to prop yourself upright. Damian lets go and sits in an upright position in your chair, waiting for you to answer his question. You finally find your anger and frustration build up inside you. "I was trying to wake you up,” you lie while rubbing your wrist. “You’re in my seat.”
Damian raises his eyebrow and sweeps his eyes across the room until he finds his seat next to yours. You hear him curse under his breath before he gets up, scratching the feet of the chair against the hardwood floor. He turns to you with an indifferent look, “Apologies.”
You watch him slip out and pull out the chair beside him. You continue watching him as you drop your bag on your desk. He suddenly wobbles and you’re quick to catch him before his knees give up.
“Are you okay?” you say in a rush while helping him into his chair.
He dismisses your hold on him with a wave of his hand. Rude, you thought, and glare at him. But then you watch him and you suddenly see it, the exhaustion.
There are heavy circles around his eyes from night after night of no sleep and the sudden spasms of his hands he’s trying to control but clearly failing. He presses his lips shut and you guess that it’s because of a yawn he was suppressing.
You go back and grab a spare sweater in your bag and drape it around his shoulders. He flinches but his head is already lowering itself onto the desk. You can’t help but smile a little when his hand grabs the hem of your sweater and tuck it close to his cheeks.
You leave Damian alone for the rest of the morning and hush everyone that comes into the classroom. Most of the elites raise their eyebrow at you but then quickly tenses when they notice it’s Damian Wayne that’s sleeping in the class.
Needless to say, your homeroom teacher is surprised to walk into a deadly silent classroom. When she sees Damian, she nods to herself and takes attendance silently. She introduces you to the class and you take this as the first of many opportunities to leave your mark in Gotham Academy. Your voice rang out strong and your practiced speech came out flawless and effortless as most of your classmates smiled at you.
You feel accomplished when you slip back into your seat until you notice the sleeping boy next to you. You take a quick look and wonder if your voice woke him up. As soon as you see his eyes are closed, you turn back to the front, missing the small curve of his lips half-hidden against your sweater.
Fortunately, the first period was self-study which gave Damian another extra hour, almost two. But by the second period, all of your classmates have been filing out of the classroom to get changed for PE, leaving you responsible for waking him up.
You don’t really understand why everyone seems to be walking on eggshells around him because in his sleeping state, he was very... peaceful. You drop down to his eye level, keeping your hands to yourself, and gently call out him, “Damian. It’s time to go to PE.”
His eyes open, forest green staring into yours, under long lashes. His brows furrow at how close you are. You can see his small pupils exploring every inch of your face, suddenly making you feel too close before his eyes dilate. He closes his eyes and slowly sits up.
You follow his lead and straighten your uniform. “Go ahead,” you hear him say.
You cough and stutter, “U-uh yeah... I’ll see you.” Before you leave, you sneak a look back at Damian and you notice that he’s glaring out the window and using his arm to hide a growing blush across his cheeks.
Summary: Tim and his date saw Jason behind the bar with his hands down the bartender’s pants. A spin-off of Under the Table.
Notes: Damn I got wet just writing this so I hope you guys get drenched. Enjoy! Also hello, I’m back! For real.
Genre: NSFW
Words: 1,721
Jason boomed in laughter, “‘So safe.’ I guess that describes your whole sexual relationship, huh?”
Both Tim and his date flushed red and Bruce finally interfered, ending all conversation with one word, “Jason.”
After Jason gets off the limo, Bruce quickly pulls him aside, “Jason, one second.” He groans internally, already sick of the lecture that’s about to come. “I know you love giving your brothers’ a hard time but we both know that when it comes to these social functions, it’s Tim who’s the best at the game.”
Jason shoves his hands in his pant pockets and lazily looks at Bruce. He’s heard this one before and knows he’s about to admit that Tim’s even better than him.
“Most of all, me.” Bingo.
He sighs internally and decides to keep quiet, hoping to make the lecture a lot shorter.
“But I still expect you to be at your best behavior. Especially considering.”
There was no breath trailing after Bruce’s last words but anyone would guess that it’s an open sentence. Bruce’s gaze wanders from Jason and into the crowd already inside. Jason cocks an eyebrow and waits.
Bruce looks back at him, much sterner this time. “The guests tonight are particularly interesting so I’m asking you to refrain from any form of debauchery that will no doubt flood the media in the morning news.”
Bruce leaves him there standing with raised eyebrows and a smirk slowly extended the side of his jaw. ‘Now, Brucey,’ he thought, ‘that’s definitely a sure-fire way to get me to do something quite newsworthy.’
Grinning now, Jason enters the main hall and that’s when you spot him. Handsome, tall, and with looks that can take your pants off right off the bat. His eyes give the hall one sweep over and then suddenly he stops and turns his gaze back to the bar. To you.
You blush immediately and grip the glass and cloth you’re holding. His eyes narrow and you watch him release one button on his blazer. It suddenly feels moist between your legs and you squeeze them together in desperation.
A customer in front of you barks an order and you’re quickly brought back to your world. You apologize and quickly turn around to grab the bottles for their drink. In your peripherals, you see someone come into the booth from the side. You know it’s him and your breath hitches.
“Oooh la la~ Fancy seeing you here, Y/N,” he teases.
You desperately clench the growing desire between your legs and grab the bottles to turn back to the front of the bar. You ignore him and his grin grows bigger. He watches you make the drink with shaky hands and quickly he positions himself behind you. Chest pressed right up against your back.
Before you could drop the bottles, Jason’s hands cover yours and he helps you grab onto them tightly. Everything happened so quickly that your whole body becomes loose and you stare at the customers in front of you, elites too busy talking among themselves that they don’t even notice the two of you.
“You’re doing it all wrong,” the last word is whispered right up against your ear and you shiver, feeling your whole body quake against Jason’s strong frame, making his grin even wider.
Gently Jason moves his hand with yours and helps you make the customer’s drink, the whole time pressing himself against you even more. “Here you are, my lady,” Jason announces to the woman at the bar.
“Thanks– Oh my god, aren’t you Jason Todd-Wayne?” her voice brings everyone’s attention towards the two of you. You stiffen and try to move from his grasp but Jason plants his hands on the bar counter, trapping you and pressing against you harder.
“The one and only,” he smiles and gives them a wink, making the woman and her friends giggle. It suddenly feels as if you are invisible and you’re glad.
“What are you doing behind the counter, Mr. bad boy big shot?”
Jason hums while you feel his knee drive itself between your legs and forces them apart. You almost fall at the sudden movement but Jason holds your waist and steadies you. “Woah– you okay?” he asks in concern and you blush but you just want to punch him.
He turns back to the ladies who are watching the two of you closely, “See I’ve met this bartender before and she got my drink wrong.” You clench your teeth. That was the first time you met, at the bar where you regularly worked. Jason was a customer. Then he was a regular one-nightstand. “So now I’m here for another drink.”
“Aww, and you’re helping her. How sweet.” The giggles that followed has you rolling your eyes.
This time, the hand on your waist travels to the front and slides into your pants. Jason knew you were going to react and he squeezes you against the counter. “I am sweet,” he says and turns to you, his mouth right up against your ear, “aren’t I?”
You try to suppress the shiver but you really can’t and your body wracks against him, making him tense his muscles to keep the customers from seeing.
The women at the bar giggle and tease each other about Jason while his fingers press against your clit through your underwear and down to the lips. “Shit,” he hisses quietly into your ear. “You’re fucking drenched, Y/N.”
You whimper and it’s loud enough for one of the girls to cock an eyebrow at you. You turn to the side and see Jason flash her a smile. She blushes, smiles back, and turns back to her friends. Does she know?
You feel Jason’s fingers press hard against your underwear but his eyes travel to the side entrance of the counter. You follow his gaze and see a couple returning to the tables.
You swallow, “W-was that your brother?” You recognize him from one of the posters of the event. This is, after all, a Wayne event.
“So it was. And it looks like he and his date saw us, too.” Jason is smirking and it makes you blush.
“You… you want to be seen?” you ask shakily, unsure whether you want to know or if you’re excited.
Jason turns to you and sees your face completely flushed. You’re breathing through your mouth, taking in short breaths at a time while your eyes are half-open. He moves his fingers up to rub against your clit and watches you tilt your chin up, your mouth opens wider, baring your teeth, and you try your hardest not to close your eyes.
“You more than me,” he whispers.
You gulp.
Suddenly an announcement blares through the speakers, calling everyone into their seats. The girls at the counter stand up and one of them turns to Jason. “Aren’t you coming?”
He smiles at them and waves with his free hand, “I still gotta get my drink.”
Some of them wink at him before they saunter off towards the tables, leaving you alone with Jason Todd behind the bar with his hand down your pants and his knee inching your legs wider apart.
As soon as the lights dim in the great hall and the only glaring light was on the stage, Jason takes his hands out of your pants, moves in front of you, and slowly crouches down.
You try to grab at his arms to keep him up but he’s too strong, “Jason, what are you doing?” you ask in a panic.
He squats down, his face in front of your crotch and his hands are already under your skirt and pulling down your panties all the way to your ankles, “Getting my drink.”
He pulls your skirt over his head and the first thing you feel is his hot ragged breath blowing against your moist skin. There was a pause. “Y/N, you’re dripping down your legs.”
You try to push your skirt down to cover yourself from Jason but he holds up one hand to block you. “J-Jason, what if someone sees us?”
He pushes the skirt away from his head so you can see him under you, grinning. “Don’t worry. It’s time for Dick’s speech. No one will see.” Because that’s really the only concern you have, right? Somebody seeing Jason going down on you behind the bar counter. But just the thought of being caught makes you even wetter.
Jason lets your skirt fall back over his head and he turns his attention back to his drink. You stand there trying to think of what was to come. You expect him to tease you with the tip of his tongue and lick your clit. But the first thing you feel is the width of his tongue flat against your wet pussy as he gulps down.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! You grip the edges of the counter and you feel yourself already losing balance. You press up harder against Jason as he steadies you which only increases the pressure of his tongue against you.
Time slows and it’s excruciating. Jason’s tongue barely moves but you can still feel his breath after each gulp. Instinctively, you press your crotch against him, quickly earning you a snicker. His laugh against your sensitive skin feels funny but the small vibration also sets you off.
To your greatest disappointment, Jason’s mouth moves away and his hands leave your hips to pull your panties from your ankles and back into place. He stands up in front of you and towers over you. He looks down at you and stares at you biting your lips and your eyes glaring. He raises an eyebrow and smirks. You can still see your wetness on the corners of his mouth.
Slowly, he uses his finger to wipe one corner of his lips and then sucks on it. “Now that I’m done with my drink, how about you take a break?” He nudges his head to the side and you give a weak shake of your head.
“S-someone needs to tend the bar…” you sounded unsure and Jason only grins.
“Do you really want to stay here and do that or…” He lowers his head and whispers straight into your ear, “do you want me to fuck you senseless in the coatroom?”
Anon: So could you maybe write something where you're a part of the batfam and Bruce is your father figure but you aren't related, and he finds out you have an eating disorder and he's really supportive of you? And just helps you through recovery pretty much?
Note: Angst / Mental illness
Words: 1,236
“Y/N, please don’t put your finger down your throat again,” the hard rap of a single knuckle stuns you in the bathroom.
You can hear his deep breath and the way his voice quivers for a second before he speaks again, “There are other ways, safer ways.”
Slowly you take out your finger but your mouth stays open and your lips are shaking against your teeth. He’s not supposed to be home. No one was supposed to be home today.
“Y/N, please,” Bruce’s voice sounds so broken and hurt that you grip the toilet bowl tight to keep yourself from opening the door. “Please come out.”
You’ve been living with the Wayne family since you left your old life. Your family, school, and friends are all part of your past now and you’ve never looked back on that decision. Because you weren’t just running away from them, but from who you were.
You didn’t like the person that you were, physically and mentally. Your emotions were of no help either. You were constantly plagued by ideas that you’re not good enough. That you need to be more than you are. And so you tried.
You tried everything. Everything you never thought you would. Things you knew in the back of your mind were bad but it was such an easy way out that you couldn’t help it.
You studied hard to get good grades but it ostracized you. So you failed them on purpose and it earned a raised hand hanging in the air as your mother narrowed her eyes with such contempt and disappointment.
You gussied up and let your hair down but all you got were hands grabbing and pulling. The comfortable clothes were no better at keeping their leers and whistles away.
In the end, none of it was enough and all that was left to do was run away. From home. From school. From the person in the mirror who was always so sad and angry.
But after a few days on the street, you ran out of money. You were in a convenient store, desperate for food when Richard caught you tucking a candy bar in your bra. He decided not to turn you in because to him, you didn’t seem like a bad kid.
No. To him. You seemed like someone who needed help. He told you this and you cried. Your tears spilled onto the eggs and sausages in the diner where he treated you. You still remember the way he looked at you with sadness but relief at the same time. Why was that? Why that look?
You never got to ask him because you were too busy listening to him tell you about his family in the car, and as soon as you were thrust into the Wayne Manor, you froze up at the sight of so many calculating stares. So many dark-haired individuals standing tall and powerful all in one room. It made you feel small.
Suddenly, a strong hand gently rested itself on your shoulder. You turned and met eyes with a towering figure in a black suit. His intimidating demeanor was quickly softened by his eyes. Half-lidded and brimming with hope.
“Welcome.”
The first weeks were odd at best. Richard doted on you like a helicopter parent while Tim reprimanded him. He doesn’t like that you dropped out of school or that you ran away from home, but he doesn’t ask about your life in the past so how would he know?
Tim gave you a schedule you had to follow. It was a comprehensive list of things to study, sets for exercises, and allowances for short moments of free time. He also made sure everyone in the manor would keep you from straying from the list. Especially Alfred, who spent half of his days tending to the manor and the other half to its occupants.
You’ve never known what it was like to have a butler but surprisingly, it was a lot like having a friend and a father at the same time. He watched over you during your study sessions and offered advice even if you didn’t ask, something you never knew you would appreciate. So you thank him always and he smiles. But Damian hates it, always reminding you that he’s just doing his job.
Next to Alfred, the other person who spends the most time with you was Damian. He was still in school and studied at the same time as you. He found it a lot more useful to study himself when he had to teach you. He found it an actual application of what he deems was a waste of time for someone like him. Other people would say ‘how arrogant’ but you know better because sometimes Tim goes to Damian for answers as well. Much to Jason’s amusement.
Ah. Jason. Definitely the scariest out of all of them. Like Richard, he doesn’t live in the manor but he always bursts in sporadically. You always found him bleeding, wounded, half-naked, or even completely naked a few times when he does his surprise visits. You don’t really spend much time together but after his visits, you always find a new book on your nightstand, each one always worn out and folded at some corners.
Cass snickers each time she sees a new book, saying ‘how fast does Jason think you can read’ and then always follows it with ‘with Tim’s schedule I’m surprised you even have time to shower’. You tell her that you had to scribble that in yourself with a red marker just so he’ll remember for next time. You always laugh with Cass or sometimes spend your free time in her room and lay in silence.
Silence.
So empty yet daunting.
No matter how happy you are in the manor, it creeps toward you from the shadows, traveling along the cracks you are yet to mend.
You never really grasped how enormous the manor really was until everyone is gone for the night. When Alfred is in the cave and there’s just you in the house. Each room that had once been filled with laughter, smiles, and banter were all crammed full of silence.
Like walls closing in, it suffocates you and pushes down on your lungs. You struggle and heave in breaths but nothing eases the pain because it feels like there’s a heavy stone lodged in your throat. You have to get it out. You have to grab it and--
“Y/N,” Bruce’s voice breaks through the silence. “Come out for me, please.”
You don’t want to. You don’t want to be swallowed by the monstrous silence that drags memories of your past with it. You don’t want to get up. But he said it’s not for you. This is for him. And it’s easier when you’re doing it for him, for them, because they matter.
With shaking knees, you stand up and walk towards the door. As you turn the knob, Bruce stands outside in his whole costume, hands at his side, waiting for you to open the door fully.
The first thing you search for are his eyes, and even after months of this, they’re still half-lidded and gentle. You reach out and hug him across his chest, your tears staining the kevlar where the bat symbol lies.
“It’s okay,” he says, voice deep like a declaration, “It’ll get better.”
Anon: How would the members of the batfam react to seeing a former SO, that they screwed things up with, in a Broadway show that has an on-stage sex scene and then confronts them after?
Words: 996
"Cannot. Unsee." Tim has been washing his face under the faucet in the men's bathroom since the curtains closed. Alfred had bought them tickets for a rare and 'fun' show being done in Gotham for the first time.
Dick and Jason had laughed as loud as they could when Bruce had handed them the Rocky Horror Picture Show tickets and grinned at the raised eyebrows of Damian and Tim, blissfully ignorant about the musical they're about to see.
But now, Dick and Jason are no longer laughing. They’re glaring at each other through the wall mirrors in the men's bathroom with their arms crossed across their chest.
The only two other people amused by this are Damian, waiting for a fight to breakout, and Bruce, trying to suppress the growing grin on his face.
“Hey!” You make five strong successive knocks on the men’s bathroom door and your voice that sang as Janet Weiss on stage made the boys flinch. “Just because you got the cash, doesn’t mean you can rent out this bathroom all night! Damn Waynes...”
Bruce grins as he recalls your strong and loud personality that always manages to put his boys in a stilled silence.
Tim stares at his older brothers with wide eyes. “Are we going out there?"
“No,” Dick and Jason answer in unison.
“Good,” he breathes out in relief, “Because I cannot face Y/N after that.”
“I don’t see what the problem is,” Damian interjected, making his brothers turn to him. He shrugs, bored out of his mind for being stuck in the bathroom for 10 minutes now. “She played her part sufficiently.”
Jason walks up to Damian and braces his shoulders. “That’s the problem,” he grits through his teeth. Damian harshly brushes off his hands but it doesn't faze Jason. "Don't you get it? Y/N is nothing like Janet, all meek and inno-"
The door quickly opens with a strong snap echoing in the luxurious bathroom. All eyes turn towards you and your snarling glare directed at Jason. "Finish that sentence and then we'll see who's meek, Jaybird."
Jason's mouth stills half-open, too afraid to move it in case it makes a sound. Dick isn't as careful as a small snicker slips out. Both you and Jason quickly turn to him with glaring eyes. He puts his hands up in a quick surrender.
Bruce smiles with his eyes closed. He moves towards Damian and Tim and gently pushes them out of the bathroom. Tim doesn't struggle and Damian clicks his tongue. "Father, I'd like to watch," he whispers.
Bruce bends down slightly and speaks just a little loud enough for you to hear as they pass you, "Y/N will tell you later."
"Bet I will," you say in a rush. You're keeping your glare at the two boys that you don't notice Damian's satisfied smirk before Bruce closes the bathroom door behind them.
"So," you blurt out, "care to tell me why you're both being assholes?"
Your choice of words quickly makes the boys' foreheads crease. They look at each other and question and turn back to you. It was Dick who notices it at first, the way your clenched fists are holding onto your skirt. It's a nervous tick he's always adored ever since Jason first brought you home.
"Y/N, I'm sorry..." Dick says to you, his eyes solemn. "You were--"
"Don't." Your words cut harshly. You close your eyes and massaged the bridge of your nose. "I don't need your pity--"
"It's not--"
"Get over yourself, Y/N." Jason cuts him off and you find him glaring at you. He takes a few steps forward and you can almost feel his warm breath on your skin. "You're not someone we'd give any ounce of pity to."
You're glaring at Jason now and you open your mouth but Dick is suddenly by your side, his hand on your shoulder. "He's right, Y/N. We would never do anything because we pity you." Before you could say anything, he finally blurts out. "You were great."
You stare at Dick, your eyes looking into his and trying to find any twitch or any tell that he might be lying. When he squeezes your shoulder, you blink back tears.
Jason rolls his eyes and hugs you around the waist to lift you up off your feet. Your hands are on his shoulders, bracing yourself while he looks up at you like you're the heavens, something he has always done during your bouts with insecurity and doubt.
"You took that stage today, Y/N. I'm-- We're so proud of you," he says.
You look at Jason and his image is suddenly blurring. You use your hands to wipe the tears that keep coming and small broken sobs escape your mouth.
Jason's eyes soften and only lets his thumb rub circles on your lower back as his way of comforting your intermittent sobs.
Dick winces because he doesn't know how he does it, how Jason had always just watched you work through your sadness when all Dick wants to do is hold you tight in his arms and stroke your hair each time he whispers his love for you.
But he knows that this is what you need right now, someone to wait by your side while you struggle to become stronger, more confident, and maybe even happier. All on your own.
Even after Jason-- and even when you were with Dick, he always sensed that his way wasn't enough to make you whole again.
Dick suddenly clenches his fist. Damn Jason. It was his fault you were suffering for months. It's his fault you felt guilty for finally choosing Dick in the end.
Dick continues watching you, finally seeing the sobs go weaker. he stares at the ground and sighs to himself. 'Who am I kidding,' he thought, 'In the end, you didn't choose us.' He smiles weakly and slowly steps out of the bathroom without you noticing.
Funny story. I went on hiatus when I got a boyfriend. That was three years ago. I broke up with him a few days ago and now I’m back. Yay! Let’s hope I stay single for the next 5-10 years because I am soooooo done with dating and ready to commit myself to all of you <3
I have a lot! (45 unanswered and 8 drafted but not posted) But I’m not going to go through them in order. I’ll just sweep over them every now and then and see if one catches my eye and I’ll write it if I’m in the mood. I realized I produce better drabbles/fics this way instead of when it’s forced.
I also divided the requests between normal ones and SSA requests (which are only going to be done when SSA itself is finished). I’ll also be bunching up requests that sound the same (e.g. Tim smut like Woah guys why Tim haha I’ve always thought of him as a prude but that’s fine. It’s fun thinking of ways to make him sexy)
So when making requests:
✧ mention gender/pronoun or else I’m defaulting to a straight female
✧ state the series/canon where the DC character is from
✧ also, if you say their name, more or less it’s going to be their civilian persona and the hero name will be their secret identity
✧ mentioning a bit of personality will help but no necessary or else I’ll have to guess
✧ wait for me )’:
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