Robins react to their civilian partner declaring their hero persona as their ‘hall pass’.
(Steph is here too but she’s the instigator. Little stephcass cameo as well. I could write for the girls too if requested tho)
• Bonus) for Roy, Wally, and Kon click here
You really don’t know why you keep letting your boyfriend drag you to these hangouts with his siblings.
Sure, they were cool people, but that’s why you weren’t the most comfortable around them. They were fucking superheroes. You were just some kid off the street, and now you regularly spent your evenings playing board games with Gotham’s ‘rich young and powerful’.
Right now you guys were playing Clue. Which got really intense, as you could imagine. You’d think they’d pick a different game, since solving crimes was their day-to-day life, but nah.
They weren’t even being subtle about it. Pretty sure they were all trying to impress you with how fast they could beat the game, too.
It wound down, however. The night had dragged on. The game changed to Uno because that was less brainpower and more drinking.
You hit Stephanie with a Draw Four, that by house rules, stacked with another Draw Four, making girlypop have to draw eight cards total. You really shouldn’t have done that.
You couldn’t remember how you guys got to the subject, but suddenly you were talking about hall passes. You know, that thing where you can bang a certain celebrity if you ever got the chance and your partner can’t get mad.
You think they were just really trying to embarrass your boy. And it was working.
“Mine’s Zendaya,” Stephanie laughed, “people complain that she’s in everything these days but I couldn’t be happier. I’d use that girl’s thighs as earmuffs,” she then animatedly mimed some colorful actions.
Your boyfriend grit his teeth at the crassness. That was more than he needed to know. Cass just rolled her eyes at her girlfriend’s antics.
The others chattered their agreement. Zendaya was hot. A worthy hall pass.
Stephanie then turned to you with a sneaky smile, the air of an animal cornering its prey, “What about you, huh Y/n? You’ve been pretty quiet tonight.
“Uh—“ you stuttered, “I don’t know. I believe in fidelity pretty strongly,” you played with a lock of your hair, “and I don’t really let myself think about other guys like that, so,” you tried to deflect.
“Oh, please,” one of your boyfriend’s brothers interjected as he incredulously rolled his eyes at you, “like that’s true,”
“Yeah, and I’m secretly the Queen of England,” Steph added.
“Hey!” your boyfriend defended, “Sounds true to me,” he insisted. You were giving a perfectly good answer and they’re just jealous that they don’t have someone like you in their lives.
“C’mon Y/n. Surely, there’s some celebrity out there who’s caught your eye,” Stephanie knocked back her solo cup dramatically, “You telling me you’ve never had a celebrity crush? Never ever?” she nudged your arm with hers.
“Well…” you stalled for time.
“Well?” she pried.
And then you got an evil thought.
You know that little imp on your shoulder that likes to say “hey, you know what would be so fucking funny?”. Well, you’re going to listen to them for once.
True, you know that you’re sitting in the den of the infamous Gotham vigilante family, but they don’t know that you know that.
“There is… someone…”
“Someone?” your boyfriend pressed, trying really hard to sound like he was simply curious and totally not jealous. At all.
“He’s just—ah” you covered your face in your hands in a pretty good performance of fake embarrassment.
“Who?” they all badgered you as they leaned in like you were about to divulge tomorrow’s winning lottery numbers or something.
“It’s—
[Dick]
“Nightwing,”
Dick choked on his own spit. “NIGHTWING?!” He sputtered.
“He’s just so sexy. I don’t know what to tell you Dickie. He’s such a sweetie. And there’s something about the way he moves. I just get so starstruck when he’s around,”
“When he— When has Nightwing been aroun—”
And suddenly he remembered all those times he thought he was being sneaky, stalking secretly walking you home from the rooftops whenever you got off work at night.
Shit. Did you see him? Maybe once or twice? Was it more? Have you been aware that a whole ass vigilante has been practically stalking you? And you were okay with that?
Maybe you just thought his patrol route lined up with your way home.
But he didn’t have any more time to ponder this as you JUST KEPT GOING OH MY GOD.
“And damnn, have you seen his butt?” you whistled, “His suit is so tight. Sooo tight.” You emphasized.
Dick’s face was redder than a tomato at this point. Someone kill him now. Stephanie looked like she just won aforementioned lottery.
“He’s out here single-handedly keeping the entire ass city of Blüdhaven safe, all while looking like he was sculpted by Michelangelo or something. Literally gorgeous. And I heard he saved a puppy one time. A puppy, Dick. It’s like he was written by a woman. I’d be stupid to NOT tap that sweet ass.”
Suddenly, and probably his brain trying to cope with the mortification, all sorts of filthy fantasies were crossing his mind of you, him, and the Nightwing suit. Why did that sound so hot?
Imagine him coming home, not even shedding the sweaty suit as he made a beeline for you. Imagine dry humping while he’s still suited up. God.
Imagine the hero Nightwing bending an innocent little civilian over the table because you just wanted to thank him for keeping you safe. You’ll do anything for him, anything he wants *wink wink*…
Goddammit Dick! Not in front of The Children (his grown ass siblings lmao).
“Well, looks like Dickhead doesn’t mind,” Jason teased as he nudged his older brother with his elbow, knocking him out of his horny daze.
“Oh, he’s totally down for a threesome with Nightwing, Y/n,” Tim added devilishly.
“Shut up both of you!” Dick’s face literally could not get any hotter.
He hid his face in his hand as the rest of the party descended into giggles. You among them.
Poor Dickie. You’ll have to put him out of his misery and tell him that you know his secret after tonight. And then maybe you will get to tap that.
[Jason]
“Red Hood,”
…Jason was confused. Why would you pick him. What?
“Red Hood?”
Where was all his bravado when he needed it?
“Yeah, Red Hood,” you puffed out your chest in pride, “He’s like legitimately the coolest out of all the bats!”
“No he’s not,” Jason said exasperatedly, “You’re biased because he saved you that one time.”
It was a weird night for him. He couldn’t say he wasn’t pissed to all hell when he caught you getting fucking mugged in an alleyway, but he did enjoy the way you looked at him like he was your hero. Your knight in shining armor. Or knight in a beat up leather jacket and red helmet.
“No, I’m right. Not just because he beat up those goons for me.” you crossed your arms, “Those other vigilantes wish they were as cool as Red Hood. Batman wishes he was as cool as Red Hood,”
“He’s done a lot of bad things,” was all Jason could think to say.
“Antiheroes are sick as fuck, Jay. And he’s sexy as fuck too.”
Oh really now? He could almost roll his eyes.
“You don’t even know what his face looks like,” he scoffed.
“I don’t have to. Have you heard his voice when he talks to reporters? It’s like honey. Hot honey, Jason. I just know he’s gorgeous under that stuffy helmet. Oh! I bet his helmet hair is sexy too.”
Jesus Christ. Jason took a deep breath to center himself. You did not just say. All of that.
“Man, I hope that next time I get mugged he puts that sexy leather jacket around my shoulders,”
Your boyfriend just stared at you, willing the veins to not pop out of his forehead.
“You okay there, Jason?” Duke asked in fake concern, patting him on the back.
“Yeah, you’re looking a little.. Red,”
Oh, Jason was going to kill Tim for that one.
Forget them, there’s something more important on his mind now, “There will not be a ‘next time you get mugged’, Y/n,” he said annoyed.
“Oh sure there will. We live in Gotham,” you waved your hand in dismisal.
Lord have mercy on his soul.
Looks like ‘Red Hood’ was going to have to pay you a visit to have a little chat about safety. Again.
And maybe it’ll be as Jason, your boyfriend. If he can work up the courage. Maybe. Maybe it won’t be as bad as he’s been making it out in his head. If your staunch defense of him tonight proved anything. Maybe you’ll love Red Hood too. He won’t have to hide that part of himself anymore. He’d give you all of him, if you would take it.
[Tim]
“Red Robin,”
“Ooooh,” the siblings chorused.
Tim was unexpectedly quiet, however.
“…That’s an interesting choice.” he sounded weirdly calm, lost in thought as his eyes flickered like he was calculating something, “Red Robin,” he said it more to himself than anything.
Not exactly the embarrassed reaction you were hoping for. You were kinda confused, “What do you mean?”
“Well it’s just that he’s not exactly popular, you know? Like, you could’ve chosen Nightwing. That would be the obvious choice here. Everyone loves Nightwing,”
You pretended to not hear Dick scoff at that.
“Well, I don’t love Nightwing,” you said and also pretended to not hear the little wounded noise Dick made at that, and then the sound of the air getting knocked out of his lungs as Jason jabbed him in the stomach.
“So why Red Robin?”
“Well, again, sorry to Nightwing, but Red’s my favorite Robin. He’s just objectively the best.”
“Objectively?”
You started listing off reasons on your fingers, “He’s the smartest of the bunch, he’s the most successful, he’s the prettiest—“
“All of those things are highly debatable,” Jason interjected.
You shook your head, “Look, we’re lucky he hasn’t chose to go rogue because he’d be an incredibly powerful supervillain. He’d be unstoppable. And he’s my Robin. So really. There’s no denying it,”
“Your Robin?”
“Yeah, My Robin,” you fiddled with the bracelet on your wrist, that Tim recognized as the tracker he secretly put on you.
He knew if he gave you something, you’d never take it off. And sue him, he likes knowing where you are at all times. Helps soothe his anxiety about letting you roam around Gotham as you please.
It alerts him if you stray along an unusual path (dangerous) or stay in one place too long (also dangerous). Not your home or work or any of the shops and cafes you frequented. Just like. If you stay on a side street too long, then something’s happening. And he needs to know that immediately.
Seeing your little icon on the map safe and sound in your home was a comfort to him. Sometimes he’d fall asleep watching the unmoving icon.
“He’s like, the Robin who was active while I was growing up, you know? He’s the one I saw on the news and watched rooftops with my telescope hoping to get a good picture of him. That was the guy I wanted to save me. My Robin.”
“Oh so when you said objectively, you meant subjectively,” Damian didn’t sound impressed.
“No. I mean objectively. Just because I’m biased doesn’t mean he isn’t legitimately the best,” you crossed your arms, “You’re just jealous, Tiny,” you stuck out your tongue at the younger boy.
Damian squinted his eyes at your childish display.
Tim laughed, “Well, I guess I really can’t be mad if you sleep with him, then,”
“You can’t,” you said smugly.
Tim slipped his arm over your shoulder, and you melted into him. You might not have changed his plans on the perfect time to tell you his secret (which is next month, your anniversary), but this sure was entertaining. At least now he knows you won’t be mad.
(Bonus) [Damian]
“Robin,”
“Robin?” Damian echoed, voice tinny like he was outside of his body.
“I’m sorry Dami, he’s just really cool—“
“I have to kill him.”
“What?”
“I have to kill Robin, obviously,” he said solemnly as he quickly stood up from his chair, making a scraping noise on the floor, “The hunt starts now. Goodbye, Beloved, I will be back soon.”
“Damian!” you called after him as he dramatically left the room.
(He just went to go get more soda from the fridge. Little shit. But he gave his reflection on the stainless steel door a stern talking-to, of course.)
Imagine “borrowing” the left glove of your man’s super suit for a bit while he’s napping and stitching a small band of embroidery thread around the ring finger. The thread is colored only slightly darker than the original color of the fabric. It was so inconspicuous that no one who wasn’t looking for it would notice. In fact, it takes your vigilante fiancé about a week to find it himself.
He has to do a little double take, momentarily forgetting what he was doing in favor of inspecting his hand. It’s not an accidental loose thread or anything, it’s an intentional alteration to his uniform, meant to be there. And it’s very clearly supposed to be a wedding ring, so he knows exactly how it got there. He just doesn’t know when. Oh, hopefully he hasn’t been oblivious to your handiwork for long. The thought of you thinking he knew about it and just didn’t care was agonizing. He cares, baby! He cares so much you wouldn’t believe.
It makes him giddy. You’ve marked him. What an adorable thing to do.
He was planning to get the ring tattooed onto his finger already, so he wouldn’t lose the real one out in his dangerous life of fighting crime. But even that would be under his gloves, invisible to anyone on the streets of the city. This, however, announced it loud and clear: sorry, but this vigilante is taken.
When he makes it back from the mission that night, he finds you lounging in your shared bedroom. You’re too engrossed in whatever you’re doing on your laptop to notice him creeping in yet, so he gets a moment to just admire you. To his delight, he recognizes the fabric that clings to your body as one of his shirts.
You finally realize he’s there, lookin’ like the cat who got the cream,
“Hey Babe, was it a good night?”
“You want to marry me~” he croons.
“We are literally engaged,” you shake your head in fake-exasperation.
“I found your little gift,” he gives you the clue to why he’s got hearts in his eyes.
“Oh,” your smile gets bigger, “that.. I take it you like it?”
He takes your head in his hands, thumbs gently brushing the tops of your cheeks, “it’s perfect,”
He presses a cute little kiss onto your nose. He laughs as you open your eyes and whine about having expected a real kiss. Well, he’ll just have to give you one of those too, then… or maybe a few…
A/n: Damn you really don’t… Following my dreams! ❤️ ✨❤️ ✨ This might as well be a DC writer’s right of passage lol. That being said. Boy is this filthy 👉👈
Tags: pwp, car fucking, sex pollen, dubcon (kinda the name of the game here), fingering, tit-sucking, doggy, missionary, pining, coworkers-to-lovers, reader has the titty-pussy combo, dead dove: do not eat
Tim had thought long and hard about how your first time was going to go. Hell, his most popular midnight fantasy was finally getting you alone, seeing what was underneath that armor of yours, drinking in your touch, skin to skin. Maybe it would happen in the showers, fast and hard, where you just couldn't wait to get a piece of each other. Maybe it would happen in his bed, soft and slow, rose petals and candles to set the mood. But.
Speaking of things that were long and hard.
Painfully, painfully hard.
It looks like your first time is going to happen in the nearest safehouse, on whatever surface you find first. A couch, a table, maybe even just against the door as soon as it was shut.
Fast and hard it is, then.
Tim could hear you panting in the seat next to him, eyes unfocused. Thankfully, this was far from the worst condition he's ever driven in. At least he's not actively bleeding out right now. But with the way his heart was pounding in his chest, and the dizziness swimming in his head, he might as well be.
In the morning, he was going to feel really, immensely, guilty about this.
You were the new kid on the team. You hadn't even been on long enough to receive the infamous 'Annual Sex Pollen Release Form' (ba dum tiss). So he had no way of knowing who you would've even wanted to call for this, let alone if his name graced the top ten list of people you gave permission to fuck you in case of emergency.
You were just doing this because you happened to be next to each other when Posion Ivy dusted you. You both needed a quick fuck, and behold, there you both were, single and ready to mingle your genes in order to Not Die.
That's all that was happening here. You need each other...
That could be romantic, right? It's almost like tearing off each other's clothes to fuck in the shower after a fight, in a way. It's still being fueled by an all-encapsulating want, it's just an artificial all-encapsulating want.
That's-- Tim is going to have to be okay with that.
His feelings don't matter right now. Because you are in grave danger, so he has to put everything else aside to save you. He loves you, so he isn't going to let you get hurt any more by, *checks notes*, Not having sex with you? What, is he crazy?
Who knows what's even going on in the streets right now in Ivy's wake. Tim doesn't even care. That can be a Bruce problem now.
You were squirming in your seat. Uncomfortable, obviously.
"It's okay, baby, I'm going as fast as I can," Tim coed, taking a hand off the steering wheel to pat your thigh, "We'll be there in just a couple more minutes, tops,"
In any other moment he would be mortified that he said something like that out loud to you. But in this moment? He watched you nod to him, then grab the hand he had on your thigh and move it to your crotch.
Breath hitching, he tentatively groped, and your hips bucked against his palm to relieve some tension. Suddenly, in that moment, Tim's destination became the very next alleyway he saw, instead of some far-away safehouse. Well, a mile isn't exactly far-away, per say, but it was way farther than he could take right now.
Thankfully, the lucky alleyway was both dark and empty as his brakes screeched to a stop.
"Tim," you murmured, disoriented by the surroundings, “Is thi— This isn't—”
Tim put the car in park, starting to press a sequence of buttons to put it in lockdown, that, among other things, blacked out the windows.
"Get in the back,"
You frantically looked around, searching for civilians, "Here?"
Tim got out of his seat. Nothing if not a gentlemen, he quickly made his way around to open your door.
"Here." he answered, holding out a hand to help you outside.
You took his hand and Tim wished with every fiber of his being you weren't both wearing gloves. Your hands were shaking as you held onto him so gingerly, so trusting.
Tim used those hands you had freely given him to tether you to him as he captured your lips in a searing kiss. More aggressive than he would’ve liked your first kiss to be, but you melted into it anyway. He wished he had time to savor that.
Instead, he shoved you into the back seat.
—
You landed on your hands and knees, dizzy and drunk on pollen. You froze, trying to orient yourself, ears barely registering the sound of doors being locked and zippers being unzipped.
You don’t know when your pants disappeared, but suddenly fingers were being thrust into your cunt, the sending off sparks in their wake. He was obviously more stretching you than fingering you, but god, Tim was so good at this. Between whimpers, you were in just right of a mind to thank him for taking off his gloves beforehand. Who knows what kinda stuff could’ve been on the leather. Probably even more pollen…
You were getting the feeling that this wasn’t Tim’s first sex pollen rodeo. A kind of smoldering set off in your gut at the notion, but you weren’t sure if that was excitement or jealousy.
—
You were so wet it was obscene. Well, obviously, of course. But the pure sound of his fingers squelching in your cunt as he scissored you open made Tim’s errection throb like nothing else. And those tiny little mewls that came out of your mouth, begging him not to stop? Oh, you’re killing him, Y/n.
Thankfully, there was no chance of him actually ripping any of his or your clothes. Special bat-kevlar fabric and all that. So he could pull his pants down to his knees as aggressively as his frantic mind wanted.
He needed to be inside you yesterday. Hell, Tim’s needed to be inside you for months now.
His tip only met the slightest of resistance before your greedy cunt swallowed him whole. Tim didn’t know if it was the feeling, the noise, or the sight itself that made him whine like a pornstar, but it was definitely something. Maybe all three.
You clenched around him, getting used to the intrusion, and Tim almost bit a hole through his lip. He pushed himself in deeper until his pelvis was flush with your ass cheeks. There’s still a little left, he could go deeper, if he turned you around in a different position—
Your thighs trembled, probably the pollen in your system, and Tim remembered how he got here.
“Tim?”
He put his hands under your hips, “Y/n?”
“Tim—I—“ you struggled to find the words, “Please??”
“Please what?” god he was an asshole and he was going to feel so guilty about this in the morning but he just needed to hear you a little more and—
“Please… take me?”
He froze. Now Tim had expected a ‘fuck me’ or a simple ‘move’ but not a ‘take me’… that.. that implied a sense of possession.
“Take?” he heard himself say dumbly.
You nodded, tears welling in your eyes, “please. Take what you need, Tim,”
Tim’s blood felt like it was on fire. Gasoline running through his veins and you were the match.
Those were dangerous words to say to someone who loved like he did, white hot, intense.
Maybe he wasn’t as resistant to that pollen as he thought, because it was like he blinked and suddenly he was pounding away at you, humping and humping like some kind of dog. Suppose they call this doggy style for a reason.
It was like there was nothing else in the world but the feeling of his length slipping in and out of your velvet cunt. You were so tight, like you were made for him specifically. Before he even knew it, you were spasming around his dick and he was spilling his seed in you, but it wasn’t enough. He was harder than ever, a feral animal with one purpose, rutting his hips into your tight heat.
Tim pressed his chest into your back, holding your hips to his in a vice grip. You’d probably have finger shaped bruises there tomorrow. He pressed kisses to your shoulders, but it was hard to focus on anything but the feeling of your sloppy wet cunt around his throbbing cock. There was nothing else but this. Just you you you.
You clenched around his cock and Tim realized he was forgetting something pretty important. He reached down and pet your clit, and judging by the volume of the moan you gave him in return, you liked the feeling quite a bit.
You groaned his name, pressing your back into his chest as he continued to draw circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“I know, baby,” he kissed the area of your shoulders his face was pressed into, wishing it was your bare skin instead of rough kevlar, “I’m sorry…”
“Ti-Tim,” was all the warning he got before your were coming on his cock again.
He sucked air through his teeth, helping you ride it out. The feeling of you squeezing him was as heavenly as it was the first time. More. He needed more.
—
Your head swam as Tim picked you up and turned you around. You helped him take your shirt off in a daze, before tumbling down while he removed his own. Well he is all about justice, you guess. Your back now against the leather seats, your breasts presented themselves to him nicely as you chest heaved to catch your breath. He pressed a reverent kiss to the valley between them. As reverent as he could while fucking you in the back seat of his car.
You watched him through your eyelashes. That one kiss turned into him peppering your chest, and soon he was sucking on your nipple, back to slamming his hips into yours. You were way too sensitive for the way Tim’s tongue swirled and especially for the nipping. You carded a hand through his hair, pulling on the locks, and Tim moaned. Feeling the vibration of it on your nipple, this was starting to be a little too much.
If overstimulation’s starting to set in, then the pollen’s probably close to working its way out of your system. Which is good, that means you can stop fucking your coworker in his car and go back to work. Hopefully Ivy didn’t destroy half the city in your absence and the boss won’t be too mad.
But it’s also bad because, well, maybe you don’t want your hot coworker to stop fucking you in his car? You’re not going to pretend like you haven’t been down bad since day one.
You tried getting Tim off your boob again and he just moved to the other. Frustratingly, he reached down to start thumbing at your clit again too, and it was all so, so much.
Well. Looks like the pollen is still running through him. Guess you’ll be here a little while longer, at least.
—
Tim’s pretty sure he got rid of the pollen in that last orgasm. He just really doesn’t want this to end right now. Besides, you said to take what he needed, right? What he needs is you, pliant and trapped underneath him.
Detaching from your breast with a trail of spit, he took in your fucked-out expression. Honesty, he should’ve had you in this position from the start, thinking of all the faces he missed. He needed to see your orgasm-face. Yeah. Just a little more, and he’ll get to see it this time…
“Tell me when you’re close, okay?” he rasped in your ear.
“mmph,” was all the answer you could mister as he dragged his teeth down your neck.
He found the spot he was looking for and nipped. You dug your fingernails into his back as you winced, and Tim licked the fresh new teethmarks as an apology before once again pressing his teeth into your skin. He hopes he’s made a mark.
He doesn’t know how much you’ll remember about this, with your pollen-fever addled mind, but he wants you to. So badly.
Tim slowed down a moment to give you a few hard thrusts. Sliding out slow and sweet but then aggressively slamming himself back in with his hand pressed down on your stomach so you really felt him inside you. It was probably a tad bit painful to you, hitting your cervix like that, but he wanted to force you to focus on him, in case your mind somehow wandered while the rhythm got predictable. And watching your face contort as he did it, he’s sure he achieved his goal.
Call him a pervert, but he wants you to not be able to look at him without remembering the way his cock split you open and how his sperm ran down your thighs. He wants you to start avoiding eye contact across the war table lest you remember how those baby-blues of his looked blown out and half-lidded. He wants you beet red every time he’s in your presence.
And he wants you to want more.
Because right now? All his brain can say is more more more.
“Tim?”
He grinned against the crook of your neck.
“Close…”
He begrudgingly pulled his face out of your shoulder, looking at you like someone who knew something you didn’t.
“What?”
His smile widened, “You’re so pretty right now,”
Keeping the hand pressed on your stomach, he picked up his pace again, “and you’re about to be even prettier,”
You didn’t really know what to make of his words, you just whined, your own failing you right now. You swore he was finding hidden spots within you that no one’s even found before. His every stroke was searing, electric.
Your face screwed up as white hot pleasure took over your senses.
“That’s it. Picture perfect…” he whispered.
He’ll have that image burned into his mind for eternity. Don’t worry, he’ll put it to good use. Like now, as he’s thrusting into you like a dog in heat again.
“Just what I—“ he huffed, “Needed…”
Tim came inside you again, filling you with more of him. He stilled, panting as he hovered over you, but not pulling out. He needed it to stay inside you this time.
You arched your back, and he met you halfway in a kiss. Your lips danced over his so sweetly, to the point that if he didn’t know better, he would almost say that this kiss was. Real…
He pulled back, searching for something. You just closed your eyes, leaning in to rest your forehead on his.
“Can we just stay here a moment?” you asked as you tugged on his body, coaxing him closer.
“…Yeah,” Tim lowered himself carefully, still not quite believing that this was still happening.
The pollen had to be out of your system by now. And the way your hands explored the expanse his back, so gently? Not needy, not feeling him up, just, feeling him, like you were just happy he was there in your arms?
…This— This was real.
He eventually found himself with his head resting on your chest, your fingers running through his hair like he belonged to you. It was so… comforting? Is the word maybe? He often longs to be held, but he’s never really prepared for just how good feels in real life. Like coming home after a long day.
And he was getting really… sleepy…
“Tim?”
“Mmm?”
“You better take me somewhere nice tomorrow,”
“Mmmhmm,” he nuzzled into your breast, “the nicest date…”
“Not a garden, though, okay?” you joked.
He giggled on your chest, half asleep, “No garden,” he slurred.
In the morning, he was going to spoil you. You were so warm and safe and he’ll bring you the stars if you just keep holding him like this. Your heartbeat was so steady under his ear. And you were so… warm…
—
It was sometime in the afternoon when you two finally woke up, still tangled in each other. Not that you could tell, the blacked out windows did a pretty good job of keeping out the sunlight. And the judgmental stares of onlooking passers-by.
Taking off your clothes in a frenzy in the back seat of Tim’s car? Easy. Getting them back on? Hard, apparently. And kinda gross when you were covered in sticky sweat and even stickier cum.
Good thing that safehouse was nearby. You both needed a good shower and some casual civilian clothes, asap.
You expected a barrage of messages on your communicator, but oddly, there wasn’t. Almost like no one even expected you or Tim to make it back last night.
Shit.
If you and Tim become a couple now, after disappearing during a Poison Ivy attack, everybody was gonna know. And they were gonna talk too. Goddd. This was gonna make interacting with not just Bats, but everyone close to them, mortifying for the foreseeable future. There goes your respectable JLA image. There’s no way you’re gonna live this down.
But whatever. He’s holding your stupid hand in the stupid coffee shop, so you suppose all’s right with the world.
Needless to say, Tim is sending Ivy an entire haul of gifts for her birthday this year. Maybe he’ll buy her a fancy greenhouse to breed rare plants in. As long as they aren’t carnivorous… (they’re gonna be carnivorous)
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WHATS A ROBIN GOTTA DO FOR SOME PRIVACY AROUND HERE?
TIM DRAKE 👏 DESERVES 👏 THE 👏 LOVE
W/c: 2356
A/t: gn!reader, reader works for the bats, established relationship, dry humping, spitting in mouth, fucking in the Robin suit, mating press, creampie …Jason murder joke
A/n: Kinktober 2 I guess 😅 This might be hornier than you expected. I’m in a mood…
Chef’s suggestion: a nice upper crust Jersey accent on Tim 👌 mwah
If you had told preteen Tim Drake that Dick Grayson in the flesh would be barging into his room and he would want nothing more than for Dick to LEAVE as soon as possible, well he’d think you were lying. And crazy. Maybe a new patient for Arkham?
But now a good decade later, he can believe it. Painfully.
“Hope I’m not interrupting something,” Dick said with a mischievous grin that said that he very much knew what he was interrupting.
Tim’s angry stare bore into Nightwing’s whiteout lenses as he slowly took his hands off of your hips. You suddenly found the carpet to be very interesting.
“What do you need,” a demand, not a question.
“Just here to hand off these files and tell you that the location for tonight has moved,”
“Write it down and get out,”
“Sure. You need to be on-site in 20 minutes, after all. Just enough time to get on the suit and head over…” Dick smiled like the devil, “and maybe a quick cold shower,”
Tim swore under his breath.
“Chop chop, Baby Bird,” and with that Nightwing slipped right back out into the manor hallway from which he came.
Tim sighed as he turned back to you, “…so I gotta go—“
“Yeah I heard,” you cut him off.
Tim bit his lip in a pout. His eyes drifted to the side, and you could see the calculations being made in his head. Exactly how many seconds he had, how low on the ‘Bruce’s favorite’ ranking he was already slipping down this week and whether he can get away with being a little late again, on how fast you could make him cum… lots of variables here.
“Go get ready,” you shook your head in exasperation.
Tim begrudgingly parted from you and headed down to the cave like he was supposed to.
You were spinning in a batchair, bored out of your mind. Just letting your eyes wander around the various machines and gadgets as you listened to the patter of the rain just outside the driveways.
No one else was in the cave because no one needed to be. As exciting as the night started, it quickly faded nto the monotony of a Gotham weeknight. Nothing special, just regular run of the mill robberies and gang fights.
You were so bored that you practically lunged for your phone as you heard the custom alert sound it made when Tim would message you.
Bird Brain: dropping some evidence off at the cave
Bird Brain: see you soon ;)
You straightened up like he was about to come riding in without another moment’s notice. And then you stayed like that, looking stupidly expectant as you waited the ten some minutes it took him to get there.
You appraised him as he took off his helmet and shook out his wet hair. The low lights of the cave reflected off the droplets of water clinging to his suit. Perhaps the cowl would’ve been better for a night like tonight.
For him. At least. For you? The wet hair is much preferred to the bald.
As soon as he spotted your figure, he practically ran to you.
Slapping the evidence down onto the desk, he wasted no time picking you up and also placing you onto said desk. He made his way in between your knees, noses brushing as he pressed his soggy forehead to yours.
“I thought this was a drop off,” you chuckled.
“No one is going to notice if I take a pit stop,”
You narrowed your brows, “A pit stop?”
“Mmm just a little refuel,” he grinned.
Tim couldn’t feel your flesh quite as much as he liked to with those thick gloves on as he groped at your thighs. But it would have to do for now.
Your hands pulled him closer by the collar of his cape, capturing his lips with yours. Tim groaned, immediately deepening the kiss, so impatient.
Sloppy wet sounds echoed off the cave walls as you tangled your tongues and—
“Ahem, Master Tim?”
You pulled apart with a gasp. Startled, you both turned to the source of the voice with wide eyes. Tim took took a step back, away from the space between your legs. Caught red-robin handed, he rubbed the back of his neck.
Tim swallowed audibly, a embarrassed flush painting his face, “Hello, Alfred, uh, what can I do for ya?”
“Master Jason called and asked me to come down here to check on you. Said you were taking so long he was afraid you were hiding an injury,”
You tried to stifle your giggle. Tim just closed his eyes, asking the universe what he did in a previous life to deserve this.
“Well Alfie, rest assured, I am perfectly fine,” he ducked his head in exasperation.
“I can see that,” the butler deadpanned, “I’ll be returning to my tea upstairs if you need me,”
The elevator doors closed as Alfred made his retreat from the cave. Thank God. Now you don’t have to deal with the unbearable awkwardness after Tim leaves.
Tim huffed air out of his nose and shook his head, “See this is why I made a crowbar emoji,”
“TIM,”
“Kidding, kidding… somewhat… it does exist,” he called as he walked back to his bike, putting his helmet on, “Be back soon okay, Gorgeous?”
“You better,” you crossed your arms in a pout. With a wave, he was off again. Out saving the city or something. Tch.
The sun was up and Tim wanted exactly two things: a shower and you. And he’s thinking about just how easily he can combine the two.
The shower in his en suite would be more comfortable, but the shower room in the cave was quicker. And Tim had been the first one to clock out for the night, everyone else out tying up loose ends of cases Tim genuinely doesn’t care about right now. No one to bother you. No more blue balls.
When he finally made it back through the waterfall curtain of the cave, he didn’t even ask if you were busy or anything. Just scooped you up bridal style and carried you off to the shower.
As soon as he got to the entryway, however, he froze at the sound of scoffing behind him.
“Drake, Y/n,” Damian scrutinized, “What are you doing?”
WELL NOTHING NOW! Tim wanted to scream.
When the fuck did that gremlin get in here???
You smiled guiltily from up in Tim’s arms, “Hi Damian, how was your night?”
“Bad,” he said in a no-nonsense way, “and it’ll get worse when I have to listen to your disgusting sex sounds in the acoustics of the cave,”
He stamped his feet, arms crossed. He looked like an angry kitten. He just needed some airplane ears and a tail to thrash.
“Oh!,” you tried to sound nonchalant, “That’s alright, we were just heading upstairs, weren’t we Tim,” you patted his shoulder.
“I fucking Guess So,” Tim rolled his eyes, pivoting on his heels to head the other direction.
“Yeah, that would be the civilized thing to do, thank you,” Damian continued scolding you two.
“Bye Dami!” you waved as Tim carried you off. You got nothing but a “tt” in reply.
Your back hit the mattress with a bounce as Tim unceremoniously threw you onto his bed. And then he had the gall to start walking away.
You hooked your ankles around his waist, catching him, “Where do you think you’re going?”
His hands absentmindedly massaged your calves, “I’m locking that goddamned door,”
You released him, and you didn’t have much to complain about since he was back to the bed and on you in an instant. You practically ripped the domino mask off him, sealant still clinging to areas of his cheekbones.
Just a few pecks on his face, not even actually kissing yet and you could already feel his clothed erection brush against you as he subconsciously ground into you.
“Oh, wow, someone’s excited,” you rolled your hips into his, feeling him, “and not wearing a cup,” you raised an eyebrow.
“I, uh, didn’t actually have time for that cold shower earlier,” he blushed.
Of course. Giggling, you continued to pepper him in kisses. Everywhere but his lips, the one place he really needs them.
“C’mon Y/n, I’ve been thinking about this all night,” Tim almost sounded whiney, bucking his hips to make his point.
You teased breathlessly, “I bet you have,”
As your hand stroked along his jaw, Tim shivered. You toyed with his bottom lip, pushing your thumb into his mouth, running it along his teeth.
“Open for me?”
Tim obeyed, poking his tongue out over his teeth. You looked him right in those hooded eyes as you spit into his mouth. His eyes shut as he swallowed, you could count the eyelashes.
“Good boy,”
On that note, he crashed his lips into yours, practically breaking your nose in the process. You responded in kind, lips dancing over his in returned fervor.
Tim sucked your bottom lip in between his teeth, gently nibbling at the flesh. The pleasured groan he emitted had your sex absolutely throbbing underneath him as he dry humped into you, seeking more friction. He pushed you down onto the bed again, body flush to yours like he was trying to fuse to your skin.
His tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring like he didn’t know every nook and cranny. You met with him, saliva mingling.
It wasn’t long at all before he was groping down your waist and to your belt. He really didn’t want to stop kissing you, even for a moment, but this was an immediate necessity. You lifted your hips to help as he peeled your pants and underwear off in one go, impatient as ever. Reaching to the caches of his suit, he didn’t even bother getting himself undressed much more than just freeing his dick from the confines of his pants.
He gave himself a tentative stroke, looking down at you spread for him. A whine stuck in his throat. He should really spend more time on foreplay, but he needed to be inside you yesterday.
“Mind if I—?”
“Please.”
Truth be told, you had already gotten yourself ready. After the whole getting caught by Alfred thing, you felt like your blood was on fire, so you could only imagine how Tim was feeling and that led to you making a sneaky trip to the bathroom to relieve a little tension away from the cave’s camera feed.
Tim slipped into you, finding way less resistance than he thought there’d be, “Ohhh,” he breathed.
“Okay so maybe I was also a little excited,”
“No kidding…”
He pulled out slowly, letting you feel every inch of him dragging through your walls before slamming himself right back in to the hilt. You swore you could feel sparks.
“Goddddd,” Tim groaned, “now that’s something to wait all night for,”
Normally he’d take his time with you, but right now, all he really wanted was to fuck like a dog in heat. You really couldn’t fault him for the aggressive pace he set, pounding into you fast and hard. Where he found the energy after a long night’s work, you didn’t know, but you weren’t going to complain.
Pushing your thighs up to your chest, the new angle had him even deeper. You reached up and swept the hair hanging down in his face, still a little damp, back behind his ear. He looked down at you, half-lidded, nothing but love in his eyes. The tenderness a little juxtaposition to the merciless way he continued to plow you like a field while doing it.
Tim closed his eyes again to focus on the feeling of you, whimpering as he desperately chased release. You wanted to start kissing him again, but you didn’t want to make him stop. If there was one sound that you could hear only that for the rest of your life, it would be those whiney sounds Tim made when he needed to come. Needed you.
It was nice to finally be alone like this, no interruption, just some alone time with your person and smell of sex in the air.
Tim felt you clench around him, heard you rasp his name. He fucked you through it, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of you coming on his cock, squeezing him like all you wanted was more.
Looking down at the place where your bodies joined, Tim whined pornographically. Nothing like watching his slippery cock disappear inside you. The way you took him was so hot. It was enough to push him over the edge as well.
Nothing but satisfaction filled his senses as he filled you. God, the way his body sings when he’s with you…
Tim went boneless on top of you, which wouldn’t be a problem if he wasn’t still in full Robin armor.
“Get off of me,” you giggled as you tried to push him off, “you’re like a sack of rocks,”
Tim grinned as he rolled over onto his back next to you, not at all guilty, “round two in the shower?”
“Yeah,” you traced the Red Robin insignia on his chest, “just give me a second to recoup… My thighs hurt. I’m not as flexible as you, you know,”
“Eh, give me a few months, we’ll get you there,”
“Oh shut up,” you rolled you eyes.
“I meant yoga,” he smirked as you playfully smacked his chest with your open palm, “promise!”
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
“Tim? We need to go over some things for debriefing…” the voice of Bruce Fucking Wayne could be heard on the other side of the door.
“Ughhhhhh,” Tim wanted to bang his head on the wall as he zipped his pants back up, hoping there wasn’t too much, uh, evidence of your recent activity present.
You slipped into the en suite before Tim opened the door so he could get this over with as fast as possible and get back to the shower. You were waiting for him, after all.
Dick: no, he literally wakes up with hearts in his eyes and needs to express that immediately by giving you a thousand kisses, so to hell with ‘minty fresh’
Jason: no, he’s smitten as a kitten and he wants it all, even your gross parts. you wake up next to him and you choose to let him put his tongue in your mouth first thing in the morning? he couldn’t ask for more. and his breath is just as nasty
Tim: yeah actually, but he tries to be cute about it and says “let’s go brush our teeth and get back in bed and pretend like we just woke up,” and you let him get away with that
Kon: nah, he thinks it feels very ‘real’. he’s a real person, you’re a real person. let’s just kiss like real people do
Clark: his mama raised him with good sense and taught him how to be a gentlemen, and kissing your partner with gross breath is not very charming… brushes his teeth and even mouthwashes before he’ll kiss you
Roy: nasty boy actually likes it that way. looks forward to it. early morning treat
Wally: no! he is literally so impatient like why would you ask him to wait like two whole minutes for you to brush your teeth before he gets to kiss you? torture.
Chracters react to their civilian partner declaring their hero persona as their ‘hall pass’. Nsfw by nature lmao.
BONUS) Roy Harper, Wally West, and Conner Kent
• for Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian click here •
Requested: Roy was but I wanted the other two 😂
a/n: look, I know Roy looks like a disney prince when he cleans up (just see the ‘23 Titans run lol) but I love the ball cap blue-collar look too much lmao. Uh Kon’s looks like the longest, probably bc I was in the middle of reading a Superboy comic while writing this. Whoops
It’s a night on the town. With a few drinks and a few of your boyfriend’s friends, you’ve got some great company, even if you don’t know them well. They’re obviously other masks, even as they’re trying to be all secretive and not ‘talk about work’ as they put it when someone accidentally brings something up around you. Eh, it doesn’t really matter to you right now, you’re having a great time just hanging on your boyfriend’s arm.
You don’t really remember much of the conversation, you weren’t really listening, too caught up in snuggling and snoozing into your boyfriend’s biceps. But apparently they had started talking about hall passes, for some reason? You know, the game that couples play where they each pick a celebrity or a few and agree that they can sleep with that celeb if they’re ever given the chance and their significant other can’t be mad? And they had gotten your attention just to interrogate you on the subject.
“C’mon Y/n, just a simple question, if you had to choose, anyone in the world, who’d be your hall pass?”
“You don’t have to answer that,” your boyfriend soothed, petting your hair, “just go back to ignoring them,”
“Ohh, instant deflection. Are you scared of their answer?” Jason taunted.
“No, he’s right! Y/n, you don’t have tell these assholes anything,” Dick came to your defense as he put his glass down in order to stare daggers at his friends.
“Dick’s just saying that because he got his ass embarrassed to all hell the other night by his partner’s hall pass,” Tim sneered.
“I am not!”
“Sure you aren’t—“
You didn’t hear the rest of the shouting, too busy with the idea that you’d just gotten… An evil idea. You could definitely embarrass your boyfriend too. Especially since he doesn’t know that you know. You know, what you know.
“Uh. Well,” you straightened up in your seat, “I do have one, I think. It’s really good…”
That peaked everyone’s interest, even Dick stopped fighting with Tim. They leaned forward in their seats just slightly to hear you better. Honestly, your boyfriend had this coming. Dragging you here just to show you off to his bros.
“Well come on. Share with the class,” Tim urged.
“I think, I would have to choose—“
[Roy]
“Arsenal,”
“Really?” Roy raised a brow, “Arsenal,”
A smile tugs at his lips. He can’t say he was expecting that but it’s a pleasant surprise.
“Yeah. He’s hot. Like really hot. Ruggedly handsome,”
“You got a thing for red-heads, Y/n?” Jason was teasing Roy more than you.
“Maybe,” you played coy, “the muscles don’t hurt either,”
Roy lifted the mug of beer to his mouth, trying not to look smug. He works hard, so why shouldn’t his partner appreciate him both in and out? If anything, this just proves to him that he’s good at what he does.
“Seriously though, have you seen his hands? The sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. And you know after decades of archery, he knows exactly how to curl those two fingers—“
Roy spit the beer right back into the mug, sputtering. You smirked.
“But you know he’s gotta be incredibly skilled with other things too. I mean he’s been on how many hero teams now? And that sweaty baseball cap gives him such sexy handyman vibe, you know what I’m saying?” you patted your man’s arm, “Like you, Roy,”
“Just like you, Roy,” Dick was way too happy to tease him.
Roy’s face was redder than his hair at this point, “Shut UP, Dickhead,”
“Look boys I’m just saying,” you paused for a second to bite your lip before dishing out the killing blow, “Arsenal could put his arrow in my sheathe any day,”
“Oh my god..” you heard your boyfriend whimper next to you, hand over his face in exasperation. Goal Achieved.
“He’s so scrappy, he’s so sexy—“
“Oh Kay,” Roy interrupted you, springing up, “I think it’s time for another person to have their turn at this game,”
The whole table laughed. Laughing at his misery. Horrible, horrible friends he has.
“It’s okay, Babe,” you patted his bicep as you melted back into him, “You’re still my favorite red-headed muscle hunk. No one could ever replace you, Roy G. Biv,”
He scoffed, playfully rolling his eyes. Fine. Arsenal’s gonna be putting his arrow in your sheathe alright. He wasn’t just gonna let you get away with this, even if you didn’t really know the extent of what you were doing. And he can’t lie, your compliments look good on him.
But he’s gotta get through this night first.
“How bout you, Jason?” Roy tried turning this on the guy who started the whole thing, his asshole best friend.
“Oh I pick Arsenal too,” Jason answered without hesitation.
Roy just glared at him and his stupid shit-eating grin. You cracked up.
You know, Jason’s pretty funny. Maybe you’ll tell him first so you two can collaborate on a plan to prank tell Roy you know about his vigilante life. No way Jason won’t be down for that.
You reached up and gave Roy a kiss on the jaw. He didn’t say anything, but he looked down at you, face softening from annoyance into something much more loving. He pressed a quick kiss to your nose before rejoining the conversation which was now apparently about how hot Tim thought Steven Yeun was. Yeah, it’s gonna be good night.
[Wally]
“The Flash,”
Wally narrowed his eyes as he turned in his seat to face you, “Which Flash?”
“Uh, Keystone, obviously,”
“Phew,” Wally let out the breath he was holding, “good,”
He returned to the mug of beer that didn’t do anything for his hummingbird metabolism to try and play it cool.
You feined irritation, “why? What’s wrong with Central Flash?”
“Nothing, nothing,” he put up his hands in a placating motion, “he’s just not as young as Keystone. Or as hot as Keystone. Or as cool as Keystone. Or—“
“Oh, do you want to make this a threesome?” you deadpanned as Wally balked, “I didn’t think you’d have such strong opinions on which Flash I’d want to fuck.”
“I… Don’t.”
“Really? So you have no problem with me making sweet love to that handsome Central City Flash? No problem at all?”
Wally felt his eye twitch. He was 90% sure you were purposefully messing with him now… Which meant something he wasn’t really ready to unpack right here at the table in front of god and every nosy civilian in the pub.
“No,” he said through gritted teeth, “not at all”
Dick leaned forward, “Psst, hey Y/n, do you want Central Flash’s number?” he staged whispered to you, “I uh— he worked with us at the Blüd PD for a case, see,”
“Oh, yeah, I remember. You told me all about that,” Roy added with a wink, “He’s such a great guy, Y/n. You should totally take Dick up on this,”
“I’m not talking to either of you ever again,” Wally stated very seriously as he possessively pulled you closer to him.
You chuckled, “Thanks, but I’ll pass, Dick—”
Wally loosened his grip on you in relief.
“Not unless you have Keystone’s number too. I was just joking about Central but I’m serious about Keystone,” you giggled as Wally squeaked.
“Oh what’s so great about him, huh?” Wally huffed in annoyance.
Wait, is he getting jealous of himself right now?
You looked at him, not missing the flush on his freckled cheeks or the little pinch in his expression as he pointedly looked away from you. Oh my god, he’s actually getting jealous of himself right now. Jesus, he’s adorable.
“Keystone’s just the sweetest, okay? He saved me from Weather Wizard last week and he was so sweet and funny,”
Yeah, Wally remembers that. Which also reminded him that you’re talking about him right now. Suddenly, he’s feeling a little silly.
“He carried me bridal style, and took me really far away from the battle downtown, and he even gave me a kiss on the cheek before he ran off!”
Okay, now Dick was a little more interested, “Did he now?”
Shit. Okay so he thinks he knows how you found out. Oopsies.
Wally straightened up in his seat. If Dick brings it up later, he’ll will just tell him the truth, that he loves and trusts you enough that he doesn’t think this is a big deal. Or a deal at all. This relationship was starting to get serious anyway, might as well take the leap.
“He did, no lie,” you laughed as you pressed your face back into your boyfriend’s bicep, “But I’m kidding, really. I don’t want either of their numbers,” you looked back up at the red-headed red-faced boy you were cuddling, “I just want Wally,”
He pressed a kiss to your forehead.
[Kon]
“Superboy!”
“Superboy?” Kon fake coughed, “I mean, Superboy?”
He didn’t sound any more nonchalant. You grinned.
“I’m sorry Conner, I have a type,” you dramatically brushed your hair back, “and it’s boys who’re jacked and kind,”
“I thought it was ‘bad boys’”
“Seriously?” you rolled your eyes, “A punked out leather jacket and fingerless gloves don’t make him a bad boy. He saves kittens from trees, for fuck’s sake,”
“You can like kittens and still be a bad boy,” he gestured to make his point, “I like kittens,”
“You’re not a bad boy either, Conner,”
He put his hand on his chest, making a horribly exaggerated wounded noise. You giggled and gave his shoulder an affectionate headbutt, like the aforementioned kittens.
“It’s fine, Babe. Bad boys aren’t sexy. You know what’s sexy? Compassion,”
“Oh my God,” Kon rolled his eyes with his whole head, “you got anymore lines straight from a youth pastor’s mouth?” he teased you.
You put your hand up in a hear me out gesture, “I’m just saying. I don’t just want to fuck his sexy body, I want to fuck his sexy soul,”
“Pfft,” he shook his head, “Okay Y/n,”
“Plus…” you bit your lip, “Who knows what kind of.. creative things we could get up to with that telekinesis stuff he’s got…”
You heard Tim choke on his drink and start laughing. Conner flushed next to you. He doesn’t fluster easily, so this is a rare treat.
“Oh, trust me, he can,” Tim wiggled his eyebrows.
“That’s right, you dated him for like a week, didn’t you?”
No, the paparazzi just caught Kon bringing Tim a latte one morning while in his Superboy gear and the tabloids went wild. They had to stage a fake breakup and everything. After that whole fiasco, Kon learned to be a lot more sneaky with his coffee deliveries. Which has come in handy while dating you, of course.
“See, Tim agrees with me, it’s so hot,” you teased, “Wait, Tim, do you still talk to him? Can you get me a date?”
Tim smirked wickedly like the good friend he was, “Oh I can totally set you guys up,”
“Sweet,”
“Well, that’s Too Bad, Y/n,” Kon pulled his arm out of your grasp to cross them over his chest, “because, as you have said, Superboy is a great guy, who would not want to help you cheat on your boyfriend with him,”
“Hmmm. You’re right…” you said with mock thoughtfulness, “I guess I’ll just have to break up with you first. Just shoot off a quick ‘we’re over’ text as soon as me and Superboy meet,”
“What—”
“I’m sorry Conner, but who am I to let my boyfriend stop me from meeting my husband?”
“Wait…“
Kon just stared at you blankly. You held a straight face for as long as you could.
“…I can’t tell if you’re actually considering leaving me for Superboy right now,” he said in astonishment.
And you broke. Conner was smiling too now, because that awful snort laughter you thought was ugly? He thought was the most adorable thing in the world.
“No Baby,” you pulled him back into your embrace, “I wouldn’t leave you for anyone. Not even Superboy,”
“Pinky promise,” he smirked as he held up his pinky.
“Pinky promise,” you hooked your pinky with his.
And then used your other hand to grab his face and shove your tongue down his throat. Conner responded in kind.
“UGH GUYS. REALLY?” Dick squawked across the table.
Kon flipped him off, not leaving your lips. He didn’t really care if they saw or if fucking Nightwing had anything to say about it. Because yeah, he’s kind of a bad boy, no matter what you say.
And you know what? Maybe he’ll make your dreams reality tonight. Even the weird tk ones. It wasn’t called tactile telekinesis for nothing.
‘Can’t let my boyfriend stop me from meeting my husband’ psssh. Oh, he’ll show you husband alright.
a/n: I really like the ones I’ve seen where you get each other’s fingerprints, but c’mon, there’s no way you’re convincing a superhero to do something as unique and identifiable as that 😔 Kryptonians had to go in a red sun room (or planet) for theirs and have to get them touched up frequently
Dick: His Nightwing symbol on you and your symbol on him, or just a cute matching design you two picked out if you’re a civilian
Jason: Your initials and a list of dates like the day you met, your first date, wedding anniversary, etc so he will never forget you
Tim: A thin red ring around his pinky and yours to symbolize the red string of fate. Minimalist but still meaningful
Wally: A silly design based on an inside joke you two share
Roy: Oh you know this boy’s got your name tattoo’d in an arrow heart 🎶
Cassandra: She has a small tattoo of your favorite flower and you have hers
Stephanie: You each have a half of the heart on your arms that become one when you hold hands
Kon: An imprint of your teeth. You can’t leave marks on him the natural way for more than a few seconds, so he decided to fix that
Clark: He has earth’s yellow sun and you have krypton’s red one
Kara: ‘I love you’ written in your handwriting on her wrist, you have ‘[I love you]’ in kryptonian in her handwriting on yours
Calling Jason his real name and not a pet name is the easiest way to make him cry
He look at you with those big watery eyes and big pouty lip till u apologize and kiss him 
A/n: it’s my strongly held belief that a drunk Red Hood is a Jaybin
❤️🍻❤️🍻❤️
You had been at this bar for way too long. Yet drinks were still being had; the boys as rowdy as you’ve ever seen them. Donna and Kori were good company, but you were well past ready to go home.
You broke away from the ‘girls table’ to go try your luck at getting Jason’s attention.
“Jay Baby,” you tried to no avail, he did not hear you, too busy finding his next arm wrestling partner after effortlessly besting Dick a couple seconds ago.
“Jay,” He was trying to goad Roy into it now. You got closer to his ear.
“Jason,”
Now that, he heard. The speed at which his head whipped around was comical. The look of surprise and anguish that crossed his poor drunk blush almost made you feel bad.
“are you mad at me?” the big wet puppy eyes almost made you cave in, “I don’t know what I did but I’ll make it up to you, I promise,”
He put his head in your chest, obviously just going for the closest part of you but it was still essentially fucking motor-boating you in public and you didn’t appreciate it. There were actual tears in his eyes as you pushed him away.
“Babe??” he whined.
You took a deep breath. Being the designated driver was hard sometimes.
“I’m not mad at you, Jason,” he seemed to calm down a bit as you cupped his face in your hand, “just trying to tell you that we need to go,”
“Then call me baby or honey or lovey like you normally do,” anddd he was back to face-planting your boobs.
You shook your head in exasperation.
“Jay Baby~” you cooed, “It’s time to go home~”
He nodded to you, but again he didn’t take his face out of your chest so it was more like motor-boating. Finally freeing you of the pda-fest, he turned to the table.
“I have to go now guys,” and then he very seriously said, “Toodle loo!”
The guys snickered. Man, Jason was soo not going think this was funny as you did come tomorrow.
You waved, “bye, guys,”
“Bye,” they chorused back.
“Stay safe,” you heard Dick add.
Jason wobbled as he stood up to offer you an arm. You took it happily, though it was clearly him who was hanging onto you instead of vice versa right now.
The big bad Red Hood was definitely stumbling as he ‘escorted’ you out. How much whiskey did he drink? Maybe you oughta keep a better eye on him in the future.
“Someone’s fucking whipped,” you heard Roy say to Kyle, a lot less ‘under his breath’ than he thought he was.
“Shuddup, Roy,” Jason slurred as he tried to turn around and return to the party, “you wish you were fuckinf whipped,”
“Okay, bye again Roy,” you tugged Jason back in the right direction.
Once you finally got Jason into the car, you thought you were home free. But no, no sooner than you had to slam your breaks and honk at another insane Gotham driver, you heard sniffling from the passenger’s seat.
“What’s up?” you gently cooed, hoping that your road rage hadn’t been what triggered him.
“I’m in trouble,”
“Why are you in trouble?”
“You’re mad at me,”
“Jason, we already went over this, I’m not mad at you,”
He sobbed, “Yes you are! You just did it again!”
You took a moment, and would’ve closed your eyes if you weren’t driving. Really, this is sweet. You should count yourself lucky that he’s such a sweet guy and that he cares so much about you and what you think of him. So it’s time to just humor him.
“I’m sorry lovebug, I didn’t mean to,”
He sniffed, “really?”
“Uh huh. I love you so much, baby. I never want to be mad at you again,”
To be honest the fact that you were driving in Gotham right now was a huge testament to that. He better appreciate this in the morning.
“You love me?”
“I do. More than anything in the whole world, Jay.”
He got quiet for a moment.
You thought he had finally moved on, maybe got mesmerized by the streetlights and neon advertisements, but then you heard him whisper to himself, “wow… My angel loves me ao much. I hit the jackpot…”
You smiled. You know you probably shouldn’t be listening to his little drunk rambles, because he doesn’t ever know that he’s saying them out loud, but it’s always so cute, you can’t help yourself.
“I hope it fits okay now… I don’t want to wait any more…”
Yep. You’re going to stop listening Right Fucking Now!
