dick and cass have dance-offs when they have nothing better to do that night. their favorite song, which they karaoke sometimes, too, is dancing queen by abba.
Jason stepped into his room from the bathroom, steam from his shower wafting through the doorway as he rubbed away the last aches of last night’s patrol. A box was left on his bed with a note in graceful blue handwriting: ‘You never picked a costume.’ Rolling his eyes, Jason removed the top of what was obviously Dick’s choice of his costume. A firefighter’s uniform with loose fit bottoms and only suspenders for a top with matching wrist cuffs. He glanced at himself in the mirror after putting it on and rolled his eyes, grumbling about Dick making him look like a slutty chicken.
All dressed and ready, Jason headed down to the party that had already been going for about an hour or so. He scanned the room to see many dressed in their own bat costume, chuckling at all the slutty nightwing costumes. Immediately he was swarmed by daughters of socialites that had attended, all draping themselves on him like laundry on a drying rack dressed in slutty costumes. He spotted Alfred and rolled his eyes, earning the butler’s knowing smirk and a small chuckle. Just as he was going to resign to not having a good time, he spotted a costume he thought he’d never see here out of the corner of his eye. Turning, he saw a sexy homemade red hood costume: short cut jacket and tight black booty shorts made of latex with only a red domino mask under the hood on none other than [F/N] [L/N].
Jason met [F/N] by chance on patrol, crashing through their apartment window when he nearly fell asleep while grappling across rooftops. [He/she] has been calmer than anyone would expect, giving him space and asking if he needed any medical attention. They even let him crash at their place for the night, forgiving him for the window and offering to make him something to eat before they went to bed. [F/N] was short but had more attitude and fire in them then he thought possible when they wanted it there, which is part of what kept drawing him back over and over. He was catching feelings, and no matter how much he told himself it was a bad idea he just couldn’t shake them this time. Unfortunately, they had no clue what his identity was.
Jay shook off the girls around him and made his way over to a better spot to observe [him/her], leaning against a cocktail table and drinking in their appearance. His teeth worried at his lower lip, eyes drifting up their body from their heavy black boots to the deliciously curved hips that swayed to the music. A shameless smirk made its way onto his face as his eyes kept traveling up until they met with [F/N]’s gaze burning through him. He blushed, hand shooting over his mouth as he turned away and tried to play it cool.
He couldn’t believe he’d dropped his guard that much, nor could his siblings that noticed how focused he was on the red hoodie. Dick smirked, making his way over to his now tense brother and placing a firm hand on his shoulder as he stood beside him.
“Got a little carried away with the oogling, huh, Jay?” he teased, expression wrought with mischief. Dick chuckled as Jason glared at him, winking in reply before Jay went to get a drink at the bar. He knew who was wearing the Red Hood costume, had even invited them with a “wild card” invitation himself. It wasn’t hard to find out who kept occupying Jason’s free time when he visited [F/N] practically every night before heading home from patrol. So, he took the liberty of inviting them to the party, hoping to push his little brother to actually try and date someone he liked for once, rather than the girls Bruce thought might look good for the family image. He meant well, but Bruce didn’t exactly get why that wasn’t the best idea.
[F/N] watched the second oldest Wayne closely after catching him staring at their ass with eyes that made their stomach flip. He was gorgeous, costume hanging low on his hips and lower lip red from being bitten as he practically undressed [F/N] with his eyes. As he made his way to the bar they decided to follow, hoping he wasn’t sizing them up for nothing.
They ordered a soda, remembering they had to drive home later, and stood by Jason. There was a heat in the air about him, reminded them of Red Hood and how intense he could be sometimes. Jay tried to stay calm but couldn’t help fidgeting a bit as [F/N] came over, trying to think of something to say.
“Hello stranger, care for a drink? I’m Jason Todd-Wayne,” he said, offering one of the charming smiles he used so often as these parties.
“[F/N] [L/N], it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“So, you’re into Red Hood, huh?” he croaked out, avoiding eye contact.
“Yeah,” [F/N] replied, “He may be darker than the others, but he really does want to help the city. Seems to have a lot of intelligence to be able to balance all the baddies around town.Pretty hot, too.”
Jason nearly choked on his drink, trying to cover it up and failing miserably. His ears began to tint red when he looked back at [F/N]. [He/She] blushed realizing what they said, but chuckled anyway. It was adorable to see a Wayne lose some of their composure, especially as his older brother was creeping up on his other side. There was no way Jason would hear the end of this afterward.
Dick carefully reached over to grab a drink from behind the bar and used a small lighter to catch Jason’s cuff with the flame. Thankfully Jason too was distracted by [F/N] and whatever they had said to notice. The small scorching began to trail smoke up from Jason’s wrist when Dick scurried away as quietly as possible.
“Um, you’re kind of on fire,” [F/N] told him, looking at the trail of smoke.
Jason scoffed, “Okay, ha ha, firefighter costume. Got some nice guns there yourself, Hood.” He winked and moved to pick up his glass, accidentally letting some of the smoldering fabric drop into the alcohol. Immediately the boy blunder realized the flames that were approaching his face as he went to take a drink and he dropped it, effectively shattering the glass and spreading the fire through the remnants of spilled drinks across the bar.
[F/N] and Jason both rushed to find water or a fire extinguisher, but [F/N] beat him to it. [He/She] put out the fire, earning a small applause from the party guests. Jason rubbed the back of his neck, giving [F/N] an apologetic look for being so dense. Across the room, Dick tried to stifle his laughter with the other Wayne children, who had filmed the entire predicament. Bruce was shaking his head, face in his hands as he lamented to Alfred on how his child was screwing up. The butler, in turn, patted him on the back and assured him that, “Master Jason doesn’t seem to have ‘screwed up’ too badly,” turning Bruce’s face back to his second eldest.
“Wow, I uh, guess I’m a really bad firefighter, huh?” Jay chuckled, removing the burnt cuff and inspecting his now burnt wrist.
“Good thing Red Hood is such a hero, huh? Here, let me look at that,” [F/N] said, checking over Jason’s wrist. They grabbed a towel from behind the bar and wrapped some ice in it before resting it on his burn. Jason watched as they moved, eyes wandering their figure again as they cared for his small injury.
“I believe I can help with that,” chimed in a smooth, warm voice. Alfred was hovering near Jason, giving him a stare icy enough to freeze the room. He took one of Jason’s suspenders in hand and dragged him backwards to a room deeper in the manor. The boy was far more helpless than he had thought and needed a good scolding for being so shameless with his eyes.
While the scarily strong Butler dragged Jason away, [F/N] decided to go back to dancing. While moving to the middle of the dancers, [he/she] ran into Dick Grayson-Wayne who immediately grabbed them and pulled them into a dance. [F/N] took a second to look at his costume and realized that despite being tied into a crop top, he looked to be in an actual police officer’s uniform. Dick was quite enthusiastic about making sure the Red Hood got plenty of eyes trained on them, the bubbly atmosphere around him making them sing along to the music.
As the music began to slow down they moved to grab a drink together. [F/N] was glad to get to a cooler area, the heat emanating off of Dick combined with how much they moved while they danced had almost broken a sweat on [him/her].
“You sure are the dancer, Hood. I don’t believe I ever introduced myself, I’m Richard Grayson-Wayne, but you can call me Dick,” the acrobat said, extending his hand with a bright welcoming smile.
“[F/N] [L/N]. It’s nice to meet you, Dick,” they said, taking his hand. Dick turned their hand and quickly bent to place a light kiss on [his/her] knuckles, winking as he returned to his poised stance. He earned an adorable flush across [F/N]’s cheeks, [his/her] smile widening with a soft giggle that seemed to bounce across the room.
Jason was just returning to the party with a bandaged wrist and damaged pride after Alfred’s scolding when he noticed Damian was actually in attendance. He crossed over to the little bat and tugged at his cheesy vampire cape with a quizzical look. He didn’t take Damian for the cheesy type.
“Tt, hands off, Todd. It’s bad enough you and our eldest brother are showing such shameful displays towards that Red Hood, you don’t need to mess up my costume as well as yours,” he said, walking off to see where his animals had retreated to.
“Dick? What did he-”
Jason turned and saw Dick standing with [F/N], moving to lightly drag his fingertips across their hand as they laughed at whatever he was saying. He ran his hands through his hair to help tousle it like he always did when talking to the floozies the socialites brought and winked at whatever [F/N]’s reply was. Jay made a beeline for them, making sure to avoid bumping into anyone so he might be able to hear what his brother was saying.
“Oh come on, try it once! Just a few minutes in the den, I promise. ,” Dick pleaded, slipping his hand under [F/N]’s as he stepped closer, the pad of his thumb slowly rubbing circles into the back of their hand.
Suddenly a hand shot by [F/N]’s side and yanked them away through the dance floor, leaving Dick with a slightly heartbroken face as his younger brother pulled them away. At the very least he had gotten Jason jealous enough to actually act, maybe he’d be smart with this opportunity. Jay pulled [F/N] to a more isolated part of the room, grumbling to himself the entire time.
“Woah, hey! What do you think you’re doing? That was rude!”
[F/N] pulled away from Jay’s grip and crossed their arms, jaw tense. He spun around and sighed, dropping his shoulders as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry, I just...You don’t wanna do anything with him. Trust me,” he said in a low, gravely voice, “he doesn’t exactly stick to one person for very long.”
[F/N] scoffed, giving Jason a mischievous look. “Really? And why would you care about that, Mr. I-set-bars-on-fire?” [He/She] nudged at his arm and chuckled, raising an eyebrow as they awaited his response. Jay sighed, trying to avoid looking at [F/N] but once they realized this they made every move to block his line of sight.
“Damn, you’re really not gonna let me out of this, are you?” Jay said, stepping closer to [F/N] and pressing lightly on their shoulder until they moved back against a wall. His eyes practically melted through [F/N] as he rested his arm above their head to lean down and talk face to face with them. “Why don’t you let me apologize for this then? And for the trouble at the bar too?”
[F/N] pressed against the wall, lips curling into a smile that made Jason’s knees weak for a moment. “Dinner, then? How about tomorrow, meet up at batburger at 7?”
Jay leaned a bit closer, practically hiding the short Red Hood from the party. “I was thinking something...a little sooner than that. What do you say Hood?”
jason, after he's sure bizarro and artemis are soundly asleep, just loves to go out into the city and climb to the highest rooftop. he lays himself down, arms tucked behind his head, as he marvels at the twinkling sky as gentle piano plays from his ipod. on one occasion, he awoke on the roof covered in a fuzzy blanket and a sticky note with a ":)" on it. he's still not sure who left it for him.
We aren’t saying real fans don’t read comics. We’re wondering how you can claim to be apart of a fandom when you have no knowledge on the canon or origins of the subject. And no fucking shit to be a fan you don’t have to read every comic. That’s literally a dumb thing to assume we’re saying. For example on my previous statement: Imagine someone saying they’re into idk, Yugi-Oh! but have never seen an episode, played the game, or ever even read a wiki page or some shit like that. It just personally doesn’t make sense to me. But anyways my thoughts are just as valid as anyone else’s opposing thoughts.
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Hey guys its your local blog owner Crow! Since the blog has been inactive and the members have been sus towards each other I’m making some changes. So just know that we aren’t going away, just improving!
