Blowing stuff up and causing chaos for the Bats to deal with, running your own (sparse) crew with ease. Sure you don’t follow their morals but you clearly follow some kind of code. That’s enough for a lot of them to limit any conflict to just when you’re causing a scene.
Maybe playfully antagonizing Robin when you see the kid, smiling at Nightwing’s terrible jokes, you lightly tap yourself into Redhood whenever you two bump into each other, or checking Batgirl over for a concussion whenever you see her get knocked a bit too hard. It’s kindness and care even in situations they would never expect but most of all it’s honest. With lives like theirs they have to keep that close.
You would notice it with Redhood first, he leans a bit closer during negotiations, lets you get away with a bit more. You think he’s finally warming up to you, he thinks that with you he’s human again. He starts inviting you to more, less and less being related to your less than legal activities, until it’s just dinner. You joke that if you both weren’t masked you’d assume it was a date. You don’t realize until later that he never laughed.
Then suddenly blades start appearing in your life, both masked and unmasked. By the time you even notice it was too late. People are watching your place, you hear footsteps following your own, some of your trinkets have gone missing. None of that is even what told you, it was a small raised area on your jacket. Close to the hem and right where your fingers lay when you try to make yourself scarce. Obvious, but only to you. Pretty soon after notes appear in your apartment in a beautifully practiced script.
Your tech also keeps acting up. Never was a problem before but now your ancient pagers and basic gear have been going down nearly nightly. It’s becoming a real safety concern when you move to call a ride and your entire paging system is down. Now that’s not uncommon every once in a while but this is the third time in one night. You figure something is up simply due to the frequency.
Not to mention the other bats acting odd with your people, the littlest Robin trying to tail you like a multicolored shadow, and things moving themselves around your home.
—————
I do have more ideas for this but it’s a bit more scattered. I do like Talia being an option and want to explore that more in general. Anyway this version of reader is between Jason and Dick’s ages.
Also I had to look up how pagers work, figured they would likely still be super prevalent in Gotham due to the fact they cant be traced and run on fewer towers.
Honestly this idea may get me and make me add more lol
(Since yall were begging for this lol check out part two if your new here)
Even after you had run away from him ten blocks down from that godforsaken alley you still felt him all around you, inside and out. The spark of his power coursed through your veins. If he had touched you any longer, you swore to God you would have drained him of everything he had, and your body would have been replenished with whatever power he kept locked inside.
Sure, it felt nice. He was the first boy your brother or father aside you had ever come into contact with. The first boy you had touched since you were eight. To most girls, that would sound like you were a nun. You never really understood how much you could hurt him with a single kiss. He probably had the common sense to back off but not that one. Not him at all.
You could still feel his scent tickling your nostrils good, like rum and cigarettes but not in a bad way. In a really good, romantic way. And oh my God, what was going on with you? You could kill that man. Well, if you did, it wouldn’t be your fault. He was causing problems in the first place. You told him you could hurt him, and the idiot still held your hand when you warned him you could cause bodily harm. You could’ve ended up passed out in that Gotham piss alleyway.
But that part where he said, “ Your just like me,”and then that electrifying feeling that made your heart race… oh, you wanted to melt. It was like a scene from one of those romantic stories, and it just sounded so good you were practically going insane. How could you fall in love with a stranger? But then again, how could you not? His accent, his face, his eyes get it together, can’t you? You literally just met him. You don’t even know his name. He doesn’t even know yours.
You could’ve gone to jail because of him. But if you were in the same cell… would that mean he’d touch you more? Okay, you were losing your mind. This is what being touched by darkness does to a woman it makes her absolutely insane. You’d be willing to go soft for a criminal, just for a hug or maybe even a kiss.
Goddammit, why can’t you like nice boys? Nice, sweet boys who bake cookies for their grandmas. Why do you have to be into little criminals and adrenaline junkies?
Your phone rings. You check your watch. The Waynes will be here any minute. They always had a strict regimen when it came to patrol in and out, finish things completely. Time’s halfway done. When home time happens, home time happens. If one of them catches you out of your room, you’re done for.
You ran down the streets, cutting through the shortcuts all the way to Wayne Manor the same route the press loved to use whenever Bruce Wayne did something utterly scandalous. You darted through the thick woods surrounding the manor, climbing up the lime-green vines that reached your window. From there, you slipped inside, through your room, and down into the Batcave before looping back up into the manor. The whole process took about fifteen minutes just enough time to strip off your street clothes, hide his scent (and the smell of Gotham’s streets), shimmy into something casual, flop onto your bed, grab a book, and pretend to read with loud music blasting.
Perfect cover. No one would suspect a thing.
Until they did.
Tim was sitting right on your bed, still in his Red Robin suit. His long black hair fell over his mask and brushed his shoulders. By the look on his face, big brother was pissed.
“Did you have fun going outside?” His voice came out as a low growl something you’d expect from Jason, not him.
You glanced around your room. No one else.
“Everyone else is downstairs eating,” he said flatly.
Oh, right. After every patrol, those guys raided the pantry like wild animals.
“I was just going out for a walk, you know,” you said, trying to sound casual, like everything was fine. Everything was not fine. You’d just run into a cute French boy with a Cajun accent and accidentally absorbed half his power. If you told Tim that, he’d probably have you committed.
“I’m not here for small talk, [Name]. I literally just saw you climb through the window.”
He sounded exhausted. And honestly, you couldn’t blame him. If your younger sister snuck out every fifteen minutes, you’d be tired too.
“I swear, I was just walking in the gardens. It’s nothing. I locked myself out by accident, so I had to go through my window.”
Tim didn’t look convinced. He pulled out a small device it looked like a Bat walkie-talkie and handed it to you. You looked down and saw two dots: one red, one green. It was a tracking device. The map showed your room and the manor grounds. When you stepped back, the green dot moved back. When you stepped forward, it followed.
“Oh my God, you tracked me, you psycho!” you yelled, throwing the device at him. Of course, he caught it effortlessly. Stupid Robin reflexes. Nothing ever shocked them. They were like machines.
“There’s no way you were scouting around the garden,” he said, standing up from your bed. The mattress squeaked in relief. He stepped closer. “Have you been drinking?”
“What? No! Well I met this guy, and he kind of smelled like alcohol, but that has nothing to do with me!”
There you went again exposing yourself like an idiot.
“A boy?” Tim’s tone cracked with disbelief. The concept seemed completely foreign to him. Why was it so hard to believe you could hang out with a boy? Sure, you were dangerous, but that wasn’t the point. You could hang out with a boy especially a cute one who happened to be a little bit of a criminal.
“[Name], you know damn well you shouldn’t be canoodling with anybody.”
He grabbed your arm tightly, and your body tensed.
“I knew you were running around Gotham, but I didn’t think it was this bad. I’m checking the security cameras and talking to Bruce.”
Your stomach dropped. Punishment in this house was never simple. It wasn’t grounding or losing your phone it was worse. Somehow, no matter what they did, they always made you feel small. Useless. Hopeless. Feeble.
A family of heroes, and yet they could make one girl feel like absolutely nothing.
Ironic.
He started dragging you down the halls, his grip iron-tight around your wrist. Panic clawed at your throat, and you felt the scream building before it tore out of you.
“Please, Tim! It was just one night! I just wanted to have fun it was nothing, I swear, I didn’t do anything!”
Your boots dug into the carpet, trying to slow him down, but he was stronger. The fibers bunched beneath your heels as you fought against him, desperate.
“Someone who says they didn’t do anything,” he snapped, voice sharp and cold, “is someone who did something. You’re not innocent.”
It felt like being on trial without a lawyer, without a plea just you, standing there, guilty before the verdict was even spoken.
“It was just for the night! I wasn’t doing anything, I swear, please!” you shouted, your voice cracking. But he didn’t stop. He kept dragging you down the hall until you reached the top of the stairs.
You wanted to cry. God, you really did. Punishment was always bad, but this time this being the fifth time you’d snuck out it was going to be worse. You could already feel your chest tightening, your breath hitching, your body trembling with the threat of tears.
Then it hit.
A sharp, pink shock of electricity surged through your body, lighting up every nerve. It wasn’t yours. You didn’t make power—you drained it. So what the hell was happening?
You gasped, stumbling back as the current danced across your skin, crackling and alive. The air smelled like static.
Then you saw him.
Tim lay sprawled on the floor, his body twitching as pink electricity rippled through him, glitching across his suit like broken neon. His mask flickered, his chest rising shallowly.
A/N: YESSSS!!! I love Rogue so much, thank you for requesting this! I hope this is what you wanted, but if you’d prefer more romantic headcanons with specific members of the Z-Team, don’t be afraid to ask! <3 (My work is not beta-read. If there are any mistakes, then I apologize and I will fix them as soon as possible!)
Rogue!Reader x Z-Team Headcanons (largely platonic, though romance is implied)
I think a Rogue!Reader would get along very well with the majority of the Z-Team!
For one, they wouldn’t be the only “freak of nature” on the team. Nor would they be the only one with slightly shitty powers (not being able to touch anyone, and all).
The person I think they may get along with the best is Invisigal. They both have downsides to their abilities. Visi has to hold her breath to be invisible, and she’s a damn asthmatic! Reader wouldn’t be able to touch anyone — even though a lot of the team is actually kinda touchy (Malevola especially).
Reader would definitely be touch-starved. The best they would be able to do is wear gloves, to have layers in between themselves and anyone they may come in contact with.
It’s a slippery slope given their job — especially if a mission requires multiple people. Reader would have to balance taking out the bad guys with keeping themself away from their teammates. Again, for this reason, I think they’d work best with Visi. They are both loners, in a way, though for different reasons. But I think Visi would also be the one to respect that need for distance (out of a desire for self-preservation, if nothing else, but that works for Rogue!Reader perfectly fine. They’ve lived without touch all their life).
The others help where they can, of course. In their own ways.
Malevola keeps that easy affection and shows it in different ways — acts of service, words of affirmation (“you did good out there, babes”). Stuff like that. I think she’d be bothered to not be able to keep up with her usual physical sort of teasing, but she gets it. Plus, she doesn’t want her life force to be drained from her body.
Waterboy I think would try and be the most helpful — he wants to prove himself, but he also holds a certain fondness for Reader. Having powers like theirs must take a lot of courage. He admires that greatly.
Flambae and Prism would tease Reader about it, I think. Especially near the beginning of their friendship. But we all know they have their soft moments, on occasion. They would tease Reader, but they wouldn’t do so in a way that would hurt them. I think Flambae would piss Reader off and then goad them into punching him (because he knows they won’t despite very much wanting to). Prism would be casual about it, and if anyone would try to invade Reader’s personal space, she would tell them off with no hesitation.
Punch Up is curious. Especially given his own skill set. He, along with Golem, is practically impervious to damage. He tries to get Rogue!Reader to touch him, just to see what would happen — and gets disappointed when they vehemently refuse to do so. A lot of the time, Reader would be sent out with Punch Up (or Golem) if the mission was dangerous. Out of the whole team, they would be the ones to withstand Reader’s power.
Sonar would literally just offer drugs. To take the edge off. Reader would either take him up on the offer or refuse him, depending on what he’s offering. Still, I think he steers clear of Reader. Just in case. (He’s good at pissing them off).
Robert is the coolest about it. I think he himself is touch-starved, so he understands — though he knows that he could never know what it’s like. He does what he can, where he can — like pairing Reader with Visi or Punch Up, because that’s who they work best with. He’s friendly, too, because Rogue!Reader isn’t as much of an asshole as their teammates (they’ve got too much going on). I think, out of the whole team, Reader would bond the most with Robert. He doesn’t make a big deal out of it. He doesn’t pity them. He just lets it be what it is.
Rogue!Reader would do unspeakable things for their team. As long as it means keeping them alive.
(I hope you liked this, love! If you’d like more specific or romantic headcanons with certain characters, feel free to ask!)
could we get a blurb where wearharry saves rogue wolf reader from almost being attacked from wondering off after having a fight with harry?
a/n: okay so what type of fight?? Both lol, but this is the last one where y/n tried to get hurt in some way. cant believe there’s many scenarios of y/n getting hurt but I hope you enjoy it and sorry for all the lower case writing, its just that night were you just write without being formal
you could here the growl coming from way behind in the woods. you could still feel the anger fuming out of your body. the feeling of the wet leaves and the the soft ground cooled you down but you couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened a couple minutes ago.
harry, who was a member of the mischief pack, wanted you to settle with them. you had been a rogue for most of your life and his pack had seen you near by that you were not a threat to them anymore. this time, the alpha of the pack, instructed harry to negotiate with you about joining their pack. while harry had approached her in the calmest way possible, you were on edge, on full alert and ready to attack. all the time of having lived near a pack (which for you and for all rogues was a no-no rule), no one had even come your way, especially not a beta. now, the scent of a beta male, was approaching and you didn’t know what to do. all you could do was to stay still, having shifted earlier, and posed in all your four paws.
the man appeared soon enough, hands raised up high, showing that he was here in peace but you couldn’t trust him just yet. you didn’t bother to shift, you just watched him walk you way, stopping not far from you.
“shift. we need to talk.”
you moved your head to the side, curious as to what he wanted to talk about. you didn’t want to risk shifting and talk to him naked, you didn’t even know this man.
“I’m here in behalf of the alpha of the mischief pack, he wants to welcome you to our pack, that’s if you want to join us and have a family.”
family… you haven’t heard that word in so long, you had forgotten the meaning of it. you had been alone for many years and planned to stay alone, but the sound of having a pack, a family, sounded nice. You wanted to speak to him, wanted to accept the offer, but you didn’t know him and you couldn’t trust him.
Man, in particular betas, weren’t your friends, a beta was the reason why you were pack-less, all betas were the same to you and this man in front of you wasn’t any different.
Without saying a word, you turned around and started walking away from him. You heard him growl and the sound of bones breaking caused you to start jogging. He had shifted and you didn’t want to fight a beta, especially not one that was sent by his alpha, who wanted you to join his pack.
While you tried to avoid a situation, Harry couldn’t help but to howl, missing having fun chasing a rogue. He had kept his eyes on you, watching you when he did his rounds around the border and when he had to run through the woods to get to the other pack across them. Something about you had caught his attention and when his alpha a send him to ask you to join his pack he couldn’t help but to feel excited.
This was the one time he was able to speak to you and now he was chasing you, but not in the way he thought he was ever going to chase you. He didn’t want to hurt you, no, in fact, your alpha had said to not lay a hand on you. Harry didn’t know why his alpha wanted you so bad but even then he didn’t want to hurt you at all. But when you ignored his command and walked away, anger sipped into him, wanting to hold you down to the ground and force you to shift, that was what made him chase after you and it was why he tackled you down.
You both rolled around in the soft muddy ground, snipping at each other and growling. You tried scratching him but he would dodge it and while he seemed to want to hold you down on the ground, he didn’t try to bite you or scratch you.
The minute he put his mouth around your neck, holding you down and telling you in that way to shift, you did. So there you were laying on the ground, naked, the mouth of a wolf still on your neck. With a growl he let you go and harry didn’t hold himself back on checking her out before shifting himself. He stood tall, looking down at you. You sat up and crossed your arms and legs, having the need to hide your self, all while he stood tall and proud at being naked.
“You shouldn’t have done that, rogue.”
You sneered at him, a low growl escaping your throat.
“Don’t even try acting tough right now. I came to you in peace and all you did was run away like a coward. My alpha wants you to join our pack.”
You raised an eyebrow at him, “didn’t you say it was my choice? If I wanted to join your pack.”
“That was then, now I’m telling you, he wants you to join our pack.” Harry was starting to feel annoyed but he couldn’t help but to notice how beautiful she looked sitting on the ground and protecting her dignity. To him, she looked like an angel and maybe then he knew why his alpha wanted her to join their pack. Something I’m him made him hoped she didn’t joined them, wanting to keep her all to himself btu that would just made him be a bad beta to his alpha.
“Why?” You asked. You wanted to know why, after so many years, an alpha wanted you to join his pack.
“You’re the one rogue that doesn’t seem to act like a rogue, he seemed to have liked you because of that.” You looked away, not liking the way he was looking at you. Betas, they were worse then alphas. They had huge egos and thought they were just as equal to their alphas, as if.
You scoffed, getting up and walked away from him once again. You didn’t bother wiping your lower body from the wet dirt that stuck to you, you didn’t care, all you wanted to do was to leave and be far away from him.
The sound of footsteps followed you and you were suddenly pushed up to a tree. You groaned at the sudden contact and growled at the man standing in front of you. “was this the reason you got kicked out? You don’t know how to obey?” Your eyes bore at him, looking up at him, the height difference making you want to just groan in pleasure.
“Yea sure, lets go with that.” You rolled your eyes at him, not wanting to tell him the real reason why you didn’t have a pack. Stupid betas and their giant egos.
“Look, can you just come with me back to my pack? He wants to meet you and help you.”
“I never asked for help. What makes you and him think that I need help?” It was obvious to him that you were bothered by the comment he made. You obviously had issues and he saw it and he knew that you didn’t need help but he was just doing his job.
He wanted to answer her but he felt as if he needed to be careful with what he said next in order to not anger her. “I don’t think you need help. You seem to be doing just fine, he just took a liking in you.”
There it was, the reason the alpha wanted you. You shook your head in disbelief. Alpha and betas were the same and thats why you hated them, you couldn’t stand being around them and this man in front of you just made it harder for you to dislike them. Without saying anything you pushed him away from you, the strength of your push caught him off guard, causing him to stumble back and tripping. You walked away and shifted, this time running away from him.
So thats where you were, running, your paws pounding down on the ground while the growl of a beta was heard from behind. He was a foolish man along with his alpha, thinking that you needed help, and the alpha wanting you only because he took an interest in you? It just made you just want to attack his pack to scare him off, maybe get him to hate you and kill you in the process.
Pack leaders always assumed the worse from rogues but they must have never met a full blooded rogue they were worse then you and other rogues.
You hadn’t stopped running, the drizzle was starting to fall harder and while shaking of the water from your face you were pushed down to the ground. you whimpered in pain when a paw pressed down on your ribs while it got in your face and growled at you. saliva dropped down their mouth, hunger appearing on its eyes that shine through the moons light.
you tried kicking with your hind legs, wanting the wolf on top of you off but he was stronger. this wolf wasn’t a wolf from a pack or some random rogue, in fact no rogue attacked an unbothered rogue. this one was a full blooded rogue, making it bigger and stronger and angrier.
at the realization, your eyes widened, wishing that someone was around to help. you weren’t the strongest wolf out in the field, which was a reason as to why you didn’t want to be in a pack. you’d be the weakling around all the build up wolf and even next to omegas you’d be small and scrawny. with the giant wolf on top of you, it made you realize how this was how’d you die. you weren’t going to be killed for trespassing the line of a pack nor were you going to be killed by that beta’s alpha. this ruthless, full-blooded rogue was going to eat you for dinner and the way he his tongue ran over his teeth confirmed it.
As he got closer to snapping your neck ‘til you were dead, you were rolled over, the wolf being snatched away from you. still being in your wolf form, you looked over, seeing two giant black wolves fighting. claws were being dig into fur then skin, growls and whimpers being heard from the fight. you didn’t know who was who but you knew one of them was the beta, the scent was there along with the rotten eggs scent which belonged to the unhinged rogue.
you tried getting up, not looking away from the two wolves fighting but snapped down to your leg, a line of open flesh in sight at the realization of your leg being gone open, you let out a howl of pain. the adrenaline in your body was working off and the pain was starting to kick in.
without any thought, you shifted back to your human self, the pain being unbearable causing you to cry out in pain. the two wolves were still fighting the growling being louder but at the same time you were tuning it out, too focused on the wound. It was a miracle that you were able to shift back, the wound being way worse as a human. You could feel the muscle in your leg being torn up and knew you’d have to go to a doctor.
The fighting between the wolves didn’t last long, harry held him down with his front paws and pushed with his whole strength while he ripped out the wild rogue’s neck. When he went to throw the part of the neck to the side, away from him, he saw you. The bones fell from his mouth and he ran towards you, his heart beating fast.
Shit this can’t be happening, my alpha is going to kill me, he thought. But he knew he didn’t care about his alpha, he felt her pain somehow, he wanted to care for her and help her. Harry knew that there was no way she was able to heal fast, not with her muscles being torn apart, she would be lucky if she was able to run normal in both her wolf and human form.
shifting back to his human self he kneeled next to her, looking at her face and then at her body, looking for any other wounds. He did see some patch’s of red in her body probably from bruises that would be soon be formed, he also saw the scratches in her arms and her shoulder but all he could focus on was her leg. Her leg was fucked, the stress was feeling was something he had never felt and the pain y/n felt was something she wouldn’t want to go through again. Hell she preferred joining a pack just so she didn’t have to go through the fucking pain again.
“I’m going to take you to my pack doctor.” Harry looked her in the eyes, waiting for her to protest but instead you nodded. You felt tired and all you wanted was to get this taken care of and if it meant he’d had to take you to his pack, then be it. Harry scooted closer to her wrapping his arms under her legs and behind her back, “is it okay if I carry you?” You nodded again, both of you knowing you wouldn’t be able to walk all the way to his pack and somehow you felt grateful that he was there to help you.
Holding you up to his chest, his hold was string but soft, careful with how he held your legs and tried to make sure to not hold you tight. But oh goddess, he wanted to hold you closer to him, he wanted to take your pain away and he preferred being in your position. In all his life, he had never felt this emotions that he was feeling but having you in his arms made him realize that maybe being send by your alpha to get you was faith, a sign from the moon goddess.
“Would it be a bad time to tell you that you might have to spend a couple of months in my pack?”
You looked up at him, even when feeling weak you send him a glare but this time it was a playful one. All you could do was nod and place your head on his shoulder as he took you back to his pack to get you some help. You were starting to get cold from the loss of blood and while harry tried going as fast as he could and even having mind linked his alpha and the pack doctor, you still hoped you didn’t go into shock.
“Don’t close your eyes, we’re almost there.”
“I’ll try, but I’m tired and my leg hurts like fucking hell.” He chuckled at your response, his warm body helping you calm down a bit. You close your eyes, not to sleep but just to rest, you knew you were near the pack when the sound of commands was heard.
“That her?” A man from a far yelled out. You wanted to sniff out the air, see who was near and try to know their ranking, but all you could smell was the beta’s scent and you didn’t complain about it because it relaxed you and the pain was forgotten for a moment.
“Yes, the doc ready?”
“Yeah, just take her to the clinic, he’s waiting for you.” You didn’t get to see if there was people around but you could tell they were staring because who wouldn’t, a rogue in their beta’s arms? Especially one who was injured? It was rare to see but here you were, getting help from a stubborn beta, who maybe wasn’t as bad as you thought, or maybe it was the loss of blood that was making you think this way and forgot how horrible betas could be, but maybe not him.
Small gambit x rogue!reader drabble lol~ just something to keep y'all entertained till the next part
Gambit doesn’t think at all sometimes. Sure, he’s smart, but when it comes to you, all thoughts are thrown out the window. His pretty little fleur his rose with thorns that could burn his skin and take his life. But does he care? No. All he wants to do is feel, touch, and love.
Still, you’re putty in his hands, completely melted into a puddle in his arms. The first time he kissed you, it was heaven and hell all at once. Heaven was feeling your soft skin against his, tasting your sweet lips for the first time, watching your body shudder and crumble beneath him as you struggled to keep up with his pace.
Hell was the feeling of a thousand needles poking in and out of his skin the sensation of his energy slowly but surely leaving his body, like his soul was being pulled away, up or maybe down. But sadly, you pulled away before he could slide his tongue down your throat.
“You’re out of your mind! Ugh, how could a man be this stupid?” you yelled, as he stood there in a kiss-filled, love-drunk haze. Sure, he might faint, maybe even die but was it lovely to see him crumble from just a simple kiss? Yes, it was.
“J’adore tes lèvres, mon amour,” he murmured tiredly, swaying back and forth like a Gotham drunk. He couldn’t even hear you cussing at him as he fainted to the floor, his body slightly twitching.
And you might think he’d learn after the first time. Or the second. Goddammit, maybe even the third. But no he doesn’t.
When he finds a collar from an anti-mutant group, one that’s supposed to turn off a mutant’s powers when worn, it makes him go crazy. He can hug you, cuddle you, nuzzle your neck, kiss you kiss you... His whole body shudders. He’ll make you experience everything you never could, and only with him. Just him.
Note: Wrote this at midnight. Sleep deprivation is my writing drunk. But no editing; we die like men. Still turned out pretty good, if I say so myself. If you’ve got a Jason request, or for anyone else in the DC, let me know. Or I’ve got open tag lists too if you don’t want to miss anything. Enjoy!
In the distance, you could hear sirens, but you had a feeling they weren’t for you. Fifty-fifty chance though. In front of that sound, you could hear the other motorcycle rapidly approaching. Twisting your wrist, you revved again. Your front wheel left the ground for a bit as you surged forward. The sirens got closer, chasing the motorcycle that was pulling up even with you.
Glints from the street lamps curved over his red helmet. Although you couldn’t see his face, you could feel the smirk he gave you as he surpassed your bike and ran a red light. It made your heart stutter to see his bike weave between cars. And then stutter again as you did it yourself.
Jason was waiting for you at the finish line with his helmet on his knee. “And the victor is-“
“Me,” you interrupted. “I didn’t catch the eye of the cops. You should know better than to go through Blue Alley.”
He shrugged. “It’s the most direct path. And I know you never take that route, even if it is shorter.” He looked over your shoulder as the police cars finally began to catch up.
“We’re still on the opposite side of town from home. First one there gets movie dibs.” You bit your lip and knew he would up the stakes.
“First one home gets to top.”
You were a block away before he got his helmet back on. This time you did go through Blue Alley, the trap avenue where police cars would sit and wait for ticket victims. But you were smart. You drove between trucks so you were invisible from the radar guns. Once the ‘danger’ was passed, you left everything in the dust. Even then, you could hear Jason coming up. He was in your rear-view mirror soon. Then beside you.
He lost momentum as he had to swerve to avoid a car shifting lanes. You made it into the complex garage for your apartment with a whoop. It would have been deliciously smug, but you didn’t stay to wait for him with your helmet on your knee. Instead, you stole the only lift and waved at him as the doors closed.
By the time he caught up, you were naked and perched on the edge of the bed.
Jason shed his leather jacket. “What happened to watching a movie?”
“Oh, no. You said whoever won got to top. And I won.” You curled a finger to draw him to you, but he leaned back on the door and crossed his arms.
“We didn’t shake on that. Yeah, you won, so you get to use your idea.” His eyebrow arched and his tongue darted out to wet his lip. With the way his gaze was already journeying across your body, you had already won.
You stood up and slowly walked to him. “Victor should get to choose. I won. And I like your idea.” You slid your hands up his biceps, over his shoulders, then into the hair on the back of his head. “Please. You know I’ll make you feel good, baby.” His body eased out of tension. You pressed closer to him. “And we’ve had a great night of taking out bad guys. Then a good race in the early morning.” You bit your lip and tilted your head to look up at him better.
With a dramatic groan he let you pull him away from the door. Once his shirt was gone, you kissed across his pecs and up his neck. That made him impatient. His fingers fumbled with his belt until he was almost bare before you. Jason leaned to kiss you, chasing your lips as you backed away. He growled as you spun and tipped him onto his stomach, giggling as he bounced. He growled again as you snapped the waistband of his shorts. Before he could complain further, you straddled his ass and ran your hands up either side of his spine.
His body always had a chill. You knew why that would never fully go away, but that was never going to stop you from trying.
He let out a sigh as you began to massage his back. The closer you got to his neck, where he was always the most tense, the more sounds he made. Your hips circled as his moans and whimpers made you heat up. You leaned down and kissed up his spine. You knew where he needed you. Knuckles and open palm presses and rubbing in all the right places. And those sounds. By the time you had worked out the knots in his muscles, you were sure you were dripping.
You giggled and snapped his waistband again, inspiring him to roll over so you could help him out of them. His cock sprang free, also warmed up from your massage. It made your mouth water. A detail Jason didn’t miss.
“Come here.” He gripped at your thigh and tried to direct you to sit on his face. “You wanted to be on top. So get up here. Don’t worry, it’ll still be there. Once you’ve cum once or twice.” His face lit up as you mewled. Your view of his proud visage was obscured once you moved into position. His arms trapped your thighs on either side of his head. “To the victor, the spoils.”
He must have been talking about the first race because he set to eating you out like you were the prize. Not that you would complain… if you could. His sharp-witted tongue explored your heat like it was the first time. When your body reacted in one way or another, he would keep playing there. If you sighed or gasped, he would lap or suck harder. His name became a mantra. Encouraged, he dug his nails into your thighs and nipped at your clit. Your eyes crossed and your body shuddered. Jason eagerly drank you. His enthusiasm sent you into another spiral. One that made your jaw slack and your breath a desperate plea.
“That’s my, Y/N,” he hummed. His cool hands felt good against your burning skin. “You done being on top?”
“Uh-uh,” you mumbled weakly. You wriggled down his body until you were perched on his stomach. “Not done with you yet.” Back to back orgasms had scrambled your brain. The harder to tried to come up with something witty, the more you just wanted to bounce on his cock. So, instead you settled for spreading your juices over his cock by rocking back and forth. You grinned in triumph as Jason tossed his head back. Leaning up, you guided his cock into your heat, slowly working down until you could feel every inch of him. His abs danced under your fingertips while you adjusted.
“Feel so good, Y/N,” he breathed. “So perfect.”
You repaid his praise with circling your hips. In unison, you groaned. Jason’s hands slid up your thighs to your waist. Squeezing. Begging. You raised up and eased down. His eyes closed as his hands gripped you. It was your power, so you were going to use it as you pleased. You raised again, this time slamming home. The glide of him was perfect, so you chased that sensation over and over again. Faster and faster. Angling until he was hitting you just right and calling out your name.
He began to meet your thrusts. His hands tightened on your waist. Across his body, his muscles tensed and pulsed as raced towards release.
You pleaded with him to hurry; you weren’t going to last much longer either.
Up and up, tighter and tighter, your pleasure built until you couldn’t breath and finally broke apart. Jason let out a strangled cry. You shivered and fell forward. He caught you on his chest, rolling you to his side. He kissed across your face softly, pumping and easing you down. You finally settled into a smile and kissed him back.
“Maybe I should let you win races in the future.”
You playfully slapped his chest. “Don’t you dare.”
Your guys wanted this so bad it couldn't leave yall hanging (check out part one lol)
And ever since that day, Alfred felt like the only person in your world who truly cared about you more than your father, your grandma, anyone in that manor. Even your mother.
When Bruce first met you, he took a lot of precautions of course he did especially around his children. More precautions with them than with you, his biological child. But he cared more about the others, which was fine. You had just arrived; it’s not like he was going to welcome you with open arms the way Alfred did. Alfred was the butler he was supposed to care for everyone. But it still felt strange that your own father wouldn’t even touch you, hug you, or get close to you. Even with safety gloves on, he barely acknowledged you.
It made you crumble, really. His words were often harsh. The others couldn’t even pass you anything without fear of their fingers brushing against yours a little touch that could send them into shock. So either everyone had to wear gloves around you, or no one wanted to be around you. The latter, of course.
For a while, you weren’t even allowed to sit at the dinner table precaution, of course. And even when you were, you knew better than to come down when others were around. It was all because they cared. It was all because he cared or so your adopted siblings said. But when you reached your hand out to them, they’d smack it away.
You were only connected by last names, not blood. Your relationship was just that a shared name. You weren’t even allowed to go to school for the longest time because of, well, precaution. For a very long time, you were just stuck in that manor you and those dusky four walls, a TV, a laptop, and a bed.
What more could a girl want? Human connection, maybe. A semblance of touch. An actual conversation that didn’t end with, “Don’t bring her along, she’ll only cause trouble,” or “Use your brain she can’t touch you.”
You wanted to feel so badly. But all you could do was hurt others. Why did God have to curse you with such an ability? For the longest time, you thought about it all hen you realized, I’m awake. Stop it. I’m not there. Don’t be sad too.
And what about Alfred? He’d be sad. Or maybe not. A butler’s job is to be nice, to do everything around the house. Why would he be sad? But then again, maybe he would. Maybe he really did care about you. And if you were gone, that would hurt him, wouldn’t it?
Besides, you could never go through with that kind of thing. You loved living even though you couldn’t touch the living. You loved it nevertheless. Sure, plants would wither when you touched them, and animals might get sick if you got too close.
Oh, don’t even get started on animals. Damian’s animals hated you whether it was that damn turkey he refused to get rid of after Thanksgiving, or Titus and Alfred the cat. Every time you came around, they hissed and barked, trying to intimidate you. But you knew it was all an act. The second you got close, they’d whine and run away like little babies.
You used to really like animals when you were little. But not anymore. Now, it just feels like animals don’t like you very much at all.
You thought you were incapable of love of touch, of feeling, of emotion until you met him.
Him, as in Gambit. The Louisiana street rat who loves talking about himself in the third person, who’s utterly obsessed with you. How you managed to get a boy like that on your shoulder, you’ll never know.
You’d snuck out once, after being locked up in the manor for what felt like months. Dick had promised he’d finally take you out but, as always, he took everyone else instead. Sweet, kind big brother he is. So, you took matters into your own hands. You climbed out your window, down the vines of Wayne Manor’s wall, and onto the lawn.
Did you know where you were going? No. Did you care? Also no. You just wanted to go somewhere far away from here. Gotham is a labyrinth every step you take might lead you right back to where you started. It’s like playing Pac-Man, except one wrong alleyway can change your life. But fear wasn’t something you had much of. Your hands did enough damage on their own.
You were walking the empty streets of Gotham when you found him or rather, when he found you. He was running from a group of angry store clerks, and you, being the innocent bystander, decided to watch. But somehow, they thought you were with him. You didn’t even look like part of his gang you weren’t wearing his colors. Maybe it was the purple jacket. Or those stupid combat gloves you bought from Spencer’s. Dashing choice, really.
Before you could explain, you were running beside him.
“Oh, hello, chère,” he said, his accent thick and his voice even thicker strong enough to make your knees weak. Who flirts while running from arrest? Only in Gotham.
You wanted to roll your eyes, but the clerks were closing in. He grabbed your arm and pulled you into a back alley, slipping away from the scene. Adrenaline rushed through you, and you didn’t even realize how close you were until you felt it warmth. The kind you’d been craving for so long.
“You’re fast on your feet, chère,” he teased, that cocky tone snapping you out of your daze.
“What’s wrong? Does Gambit smell?” he added with a grin.
“Are you insane? I could’ve killed you!” you shouted. His touch felt nice too nice but you knew better. Or at least, you thought you did.
“Killed me? You look like you couldn’t even hurt a honeybee,” he said, smirking.
You wanted to blush, but how could you? He was a criminal probably. You shouldn’t be blushing around criminals. For once in your life, use your head.
“Well, I can hurt more than a bumblebee,” you snapped. “If you know what’s best for you, step away.”
You turned to pull back, but a spark a zap ran through both of you. It was electrifying, warm, and it felt… good. Too good. You couldn’t get any closer, or he’d faint maybe worse. You tried to pull your hand away, but he wouldn’t let go.
“Let go…” you begged.
He stood there, eyes locked on yours. “You’re just like me~” he whispered, his face inching closer.
You yanked your hand back to your chest, watching him stumble, trying to look strong even as his energy drained. And without another word, you ran heart pounding, breath sharp, electricity still buzzing under your skin.
But you and I both know… that’s not the end of this strange, charged love story.
