The hand beneath your chin guided you along with his voice. "Open your mouth, you lazy thing." Your eyes stayed closed as you melted against the palm beneath your jaw. With your mouth obediently open, you let your lover brush your teeth for you.
You were standing but your brain looked at the act of walking the way it would a distant, foggy memory. Completely open to being guided, like a puppet. To him though, it was the complete opposite. You were adorable.
"Lower your head now." he said while rinsing the toothbrush under water and setting it aside. With eyes barely cracked open, you allowed him to slowly lean you over the sink and bring the half handful of water in his palm to your mouth.
"Rinse." The gentle command never fully reached your brain. Instead, you swallowed the water and suddenly, with a harsh shake at the back of your neck, whatever remained was forced back out into the sink.
Like a raccoon caught in headlights, you blankly stared into the mirror while he muttered under his breath and wiped the toothpaste stained water from your mouth and neck with a cloth. "Tastes disgustingâŠ"
At your half mumbled complaint, he let out a faintly amused sigh. "Of course it tastes disgusting. You drank something you weren't supposed to." He tilted you back toward his palm again and pushed water into your mouth once more. Bent down close enough to your face, he watched you with complete focus. "This time, rinse."
You lazily swished the water around in your puffed cheeks, your eyes already beginning to drift shut again. Eventually growing tired of it, you spat the water out. With a cupped handful of water, he gently washed your mouth. Something soft brushed against your lips, leaving behind the fading trace of warmth.
"Come on let's go back to bed, big panda." You grumbled as if protesting the teasing tone but still allowed him to pick you up. Your legs dangled off to the side while your arms lazily wrapped around his neck without even bothering to open your eyes.
As he carried you away with him, you tucked yourself beneath his chin for the soothing feeling of his pulse. No matter what happened, having a man who would take care of you felt as lovely as a soft breeze.
of waiting to be consumed by you
ridiculously attractive things they do
including | dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake, damian wayne & roy harper
playing | the first taste- fiona apple
dick grayson- constantly shirtless
Somehow, he always finds an opportunity to take his shirt off whenever possible. He doesnât do it to stroke his ego by showing his muscles and tan skin (well, maybe he wants to show off a little), but he just overheats way too easily, hence, removing the easiest thing he can get off his body.
It is definitely not uncommon to arrive at your apartment and find him just in sweatpants making dinner, or lounging around, or fixing his gear, or hanging out with his family. Matter of fact, everyoneâs used to it already, so no one really bats an eye when Dickâs hands start to go towards the hem of his t-shirt.
He even has learnt tricks and some fancy ways to twirl his body around to make it sillier for those beside him, so at least they get a show of it. His favourite is a one-handed trick that left you completely flustered because he had one hand splayed on your waist while he pulled you to his chest, and with the other, he just took his shirt off with such ease that it almost made you stutter.
jason todd- casual dominance
He takes the lead everywhere he goes with such natural confidence that you just canât help but ogle at him. Thereâs a fine line between being a gentleman and what he is, because the first one he considers basic common sense, but the latter is just how he has always been.
Iâm talking about covering corners when you near one in the off chance you can get hurt, one hand always on your body when youâre outside, he doesnât care if heâs holding your hand, youâre holding his arm or he places his in the small of your back. Replaces things for you before they run out, always assertive and direct with you in every context, he doesnât play with you, ever.
Something he subconsciously started doing was speaking up in your place whenever you gave him âthe lookâ, when everything is too much at the same time and you just want to go home but still have things to do. Ordering at a restaurant but you donât really feel like talking? Consider it done. At a bookstore but you canât find what youâre looking for? Heâs asking the workers before you can finish your sentence. Jason often thinks heâs not the most incredible person ever, but heâll always make sure to accommodate you to feel safe everywhere.
tim drake- pays attention
Tim stares A LOT, but not in a creep way, but rather in a âIâm trying to figure you out without you having to tell meâ and he always guesses right. A slight change in your routine cannot go unnoticed if heâs nearby, and if he deems the situation appropriate, heâll ask you about it, making sure everythingâs okay.
âYou have moved three times in 30 minutes since you sat down on the couch, is it that the cushions are too hard or that nasty fall on the staircases from Wednesday kicking your ass?â kinda observation. Very smooth with it too, since he doesnât really bring things up until you find on your kitchen counter that one brand of tea you mentioned offhandedly months ago that your mom used to make you as a kid, and now youâre full-on sobbing because ??? how did he remember and where did he find them??
He likes paying attention to you, he finds comfort in being the one to know you best and learning what makes you be you. Long and deep conversations with each other is something you both cherish, but also knowing your body language, how you think and your passions makes him feel completely connected to you.
damian wayne- protective, not possessive
Thereâs something in the way Damianâs brain works that makes him want to protect intensely everything he loves, those being most of the time his family, the few material things the takes care of, and you. He doesnât think of you as his or anyoneâs for that matter, but that you and him belong together, and he isnât shy when showing it.
This tendency of his is mostly shown because he cares, he cares so much that his family was confused at first because heâs usually grumpy and avoidant, but now, Damian clings to you the moments heâs with you. He often displays this as latching onto you and asking about you frequently, just enough to tread on the line between annoying and overbearing like âpossessive insecure guys, which Iâm clearly notâ and protective and caring, always falling into the last category.
He likes when you go to him, doesnât matter what for. A problem, a rant, a cuddle, or just his simple presence, heâs there for everything, holding onto them, protecting whatever you need him for.
roy harper- matches your freak
Royâs up to do anything, he doesnât really care if itâs embarrassing or loud, you tell him if he wants to do something and heâs up at 6 am the next day ready for it. You once confided in him that you felt a bit worried at times for being âtoo muchâ or âtoo weirdâ and even if he never thought of you like that, he spends every day proving that even if you feel that way, heâll be by your side doing the same thing.
Tik tok trends, cringy dance moves in the kitchen, drunk confessions, not only he matches your freak, but he also corresponds it. Oh, youâre worried you talked a bit loud at the restaurant because you got too excited telling him the new game youâre playing? Heâs screeching at the top of his lungs the next second because he thought he saw a bug, whoopsies.
It may feel incredibly silly to bystanders, but him being comfortable enough with you and himself to act that way is just to incredibly attractive that you even worry about yourself for finding that so hot. Meanwhile, Royâs by your side with a Minecraft t-shirt waiting for you to come out of your thoughts to beat the ender dragon together.
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SUCH a boobs man iâll literally fight to the ends of the earth to prove you wrong.Â
bruce is sooo old fashioned that whenever youâre wearing a push up dress for a gala, his gaze would shamelessly lower to your boobs with his hands practically itching to cup and fondle them. to his defense, they were staring at him first
like i swearrrrrr his hands would be where your ribs were so he can press his thumbs on the lower part of your boobs
im also a firm believer that whenever this man would fuck you via doggy, the first thing his hands would be grabbing onto would be your boobs. his large hands would be groping them and pushing your body back on his over and over by your boobs, his thrusts rougher and burying his cock deeper in you
it would do nothing but make you gape your lips more and arch your back more into his cock with a moan. bruce let out a groan from your pussy walls clenching more as a response to his hands, his blue eyes darkened with desire and pinned on how his hips snapped at your ass repeatedlyÂ
bruceâs lips would trail kisses on your neck until he reached the back of your ear, lightly biting it before whispering filthy things in your earÂ
âfuck, look at my girls goâ yes, he was talking about your boobs. âso warmâ" thrust. âand soft--" thrust. âall for meâ
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DICK GRAYSON â both
dick grayson is a greedy man, he wants anything that he could grab
and YES, his hands would grip on your ass and push your pussy more to his length while youâre riding him, burying his face in your cleavage and letting out muffled moans absorbed by your skin from how good you were taking him
âattagirlâ dick panted on your chest, his lips glistening with saliva and smeared all over your skin. âjust like thatâ fuuuck, make this dick yoursâÂ
you couldnât say anything. all you could do was mindlessly moan with your head knocked back and lips fully parted, your head dizzy from how his cock was hitting all the right angles in you and how big he was in you
you arched your back and buried his face even more to your chest, making dick moan and push another deep thrust in you. the depth made your hips jerk a bit, but his grip on your ass made sure you stayed on his lap as he slowly took over
your boobs were bouncing in dickâs face from how fast and deep he was dragging you in and out of his twitching cock.
 âcmon gorgeousâ dick murmured, licking a clean stripe on your cleavage before moaning from your pussy clamping around him. âlet me see you make a mess f' meâ
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JASON TODD â ass
now dont get me wrong, jason todd loves every part and curve of your body. but if he had to choose, it would be your ass a million percentâ bonus point for thighs too
honestly, he loves when there is something for him to grab on. yes, his hands would slither down your ass whenever you were sitting on his lap and talking to him about your day. yes, his hands would just rest between your thighs when sleeping
and yes, he would bend you anywhere just to see that back of yours arch and press your ass to his hips
a moan of jasonâs name left your lips when you felt his cock give you another slow yet deep thrust, your walls fluttering from his size and arching your back to press your ass more for his length
when i meant he would bend you anywhere, i meant anywhereâ including the kitchen counter
he would purposely send slow yet deep thrusts just to admire your ass, mesmerized by the way it kept making contact with his hips. it was enough for him to let out sounds of his own
âthatâs it, sweetheartâ jason grunted with another roll of his hips to send to your pussy, gripping your thighs to keep them spread and pinning his eyes on your ass. âjust keep that ass up for meâ
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TIM DRAKE â boobs
timothy jackson wayne-drake is a boobs man, no argument neededÂ
i mean, letâs be for real. itâs no stranger that tim was a workaholic and was often stressed from juggling his two secret lives as tim drake and red robin
but all it took to relieve himself off that stress was to have you sit on his lap and fondle your boob with one hand like a stress toy while the other was mindlessly clicking his mouseÂ
âtimâ you whined to get his attention, making him hum back a response without looking away from the monitor and still fondling your boob. the fact that heâs not paying attention to you made the heat between your legs unbearable
so unbearable you would start to slowly grind your clothed cunt on his thigh, biting your bottom lip to conceal your sounds as your eyes stayed focused on timâ blue eyes concentrated on the monitors, blue light reflecting the features of his face and lips pressed into a thin line from how focused he was
âtim pleaseâ you panted before a small moan left your lips, arching your back to press your boob more into his hand and trying everything you can to satisfy the aching heat in your core. âneed you so badâ
you realized you finally caught his attention when his hand squeezed your boob a bit more, making you let out a whimper and place a hand on his cheek, wanting him to look at you and do something about your urge
âi know, love. i knowâ tim murmured softly, clicking another piece of evidence with his mouse and circling your nipple with his thumb. âim almost done with work. slide a finger in for me in the meantime, yeah?â
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CLARK KENT â ass
guys, heâs a farmerâs boy. what else did you expect?
everytime you walked away from him to get or do something, clarkâs eyes would always and i mean always trail down to your ass and how it swayed with your walk. and everytime, he would immediately fluster under his glasses and look away, pushing his glasses up as a nervous habit
but when you two were in bed and you were sitting on his face, the last thing this man would be was nervous
âmoreâ clark blabbered on your cunt, gripping and squeezing your ass with your large hands as his mouth. only to bury your cunt more into his mouth and suffocate his face in the best way possible. âmoremoremoremoreââ
clark could be asking more for two things. more for your delicious pussy that he could never get over or more for his hands to continue fondling and squeezing your assâ knowing him, its both
you moaned from his nose now nudging your clit, tightening your grip on his hair and arching your back more on his mouth. âc-clark⊠oh my godâ
your ass was spread more by clarkâs hands that refused to let go and the angle his tongue reached in you made a loud moan of his name leave your lips, now grinding your clit on his nose for more
poor man couldnât get enough that his hands on your ass kept pushing your soaked pussy more into his mouth, so much so that you thought he was gonna suffocate between your thighs
âtaste so good, honeyâ this man was so pussy drunk it was pathetic. âwanna stay here foreverâ
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SUPERBOY PRIME â boobs
clark kent may be superboy but he was still a #loser at heart, which was why he almost never let go of your boobs when he could.Â
when clark came back home after his shift at the comic store? he let out a tired sigh and immediately walked towards you, already lifting your shirt up and murmuring about his tired day with his face shoved in your boobs
when he would hug you from behind? his hands would slide under your shirt and trail up to cup your boobs. and heâd let out a small whine whenever youâd take his hands off
itâs safe to say that clark kent was obsessed with your boobs. so much so that when your legs were around his waist and his cock was disappearing in and out of you, his hands were groping your boobs. gripping them and playing with your nipples between his fingers as your soft sounds were entering his ears like a melody
âyouâre so hot, babeâ clark moaned with another thrust to keep up with his pace and depth. âfeelinâ amazing, in and outâ he gave your boobs another squeeze to make his point
the sounds were quick âclap!clap!clap!â sounds repeating over and over and over in the room
his touch, his words, it was sending you into a frenzy. all you could do was moan and pant endlessly, arching your back and pressing your boobs more into his hands with a whine of his name leaving your lips, throwing your head back into the pillows with a pornographic expression on your pretty face
the new angle made him whimper out âshitshitshitshiiiitâ and thrust his cock deeper in your pussy, feeling your pussy suck him in more and his cock already twitching. âim gonna cum already, babyâ
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ROY HARPER â ass
abosutely LOVES your ass its almost unhealthy
roy tries to keep his hands to himself whenever lian is in the same room as him (because he doesnât play about his babygirl).Â
but when he looks over her shoulder during their pretend tea time and sees you bending down while rummaging through a cabinet⊠donât get me started on that
his eyes would go to your ass and he quietly bites his bottom lip to hold back a grin and those dirty thoughts of hisâ before lian would make him snap out of it by reminding him to finish his âteaâ, innocently oblivious from how distracted her dad was
but the minute lian left for a sleepover, the first thing roy made sure to do was to drag you in the bedroom and have you do reverse cowgirl
âuh huh, just like thatâ he panted, hands gripping on your waist t and watching your ass bouncing back and forth on his cock. a groan slipped out of his lips. âfuuuck, i love this ass. could stare at her all dayâ
the drag royâs cock was giving you felt so good it was making you arch your back and moan for more, the wet sounds so filthy and loud it made you thank god lian wasnât home
âroyyyâ you whined, feeling the pace of your hips falter despite your orgasm just starting to build up in you. âc-cant⊠need you to t-take overâ
you didnât have to ask him twice. immediately, royâs hands on your waist took over by dragging your warm walls more onto his length. you felt so warm that he couldnât help but move his hips back on your ass and knock his head back onto the headboard with a moan
âattagirlâ he let out a breathless chuckle from your sounds, lowering his head to admire the view one more time. âjust sit there with that pretty ass and let roy do the work, yeah?â
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WALLY WEST â boobs
if there wasnât a day where wally west didnât show love to your boobs, i can assure you that is not him
he loved your boobs. the warmth, the softness, the size, everything. burying his face in your chest with a lopsided grin was wallyâs favorite thing to do in the world; nothing sensual, just him absorbing your body warmth and keeping you close to him
can we say he loved them too much? .. maybe
âw-wally! fuck!â you moaned, knocking your head back and burying your hands more into his ginger locks. wallyâs mouth was full with the swell of your boob, sucking it while using his super speed to flick your hard nipple with his tongue. his hand gave your other boob attention by fondling it
you can feel your boob practically drenched with his saliva, the sensation of his warm tongue going at such a fast pace driving you crazy.Â
wally let out a muffled moan when you arched your back and pressed your boob more into his mouth, sliding another hand down to rub a slow circle on your clit with his thumb and hearing a breathless gasp leave you.Â
âfuck, youâre soakedâ he said on your boob. âand i didnât even touch you properly.â the vibrations of his voice making your clit throb in anticipation. and of course, wally just had to grin from that
âwallyâŠâ you panted, bringing your head up to look down at him with pleading eyes. âplease.. i need you...â
âshh i know, beautifulâ his fingers was tracing your entrance, feeling your folds pulse from how you need him in you. âlet me finish giving my girls more attention and ill get back to her laterâ
(@patientofarkhamasylum enjoy <3) okay why tf did this take me three days to write bruh.. bring back the olden days where i would have finished this in one go
After a long night of patrol/training, you find your boyfriend passed out. Naturally, you take this as an opportunity to execute another prank; setting up a fake Uno pile, fanning out a hand directly into his sleepy grip, and waking him up insisting itâs his turn.
characters: Jason Todd, Wally West, Dick Grayson, Roy Harper, Damian Wayne, Conner Kent x Reader
Jason Todd
The plan was foolproof. While Jay was out cold on his side of the bed, you quietly shuffled the deck, set up a random discard pile right on the duvet, and expertly fanned out four cards to slip straight into his massive, relaxed palm. You smoothed down the blanket, took your seat, and nudged his chest.
"Jay. Baby. Come on, itâs your turn. Youâve been taking forever."
You pout, âIâm getting impatient. And youâre just sleeping.â
Jason grunts, his brow furrowing as his brain painfully tries to boot back up. His fingers automatically clamp onto the cards. He blinks heavily, squints at the bright green and red cards in his grip, and you can see the sheer confusion hit himâfollowed immediately by the stubborn refusal to admit he was passed out.
He forces himself to sit up, dragging a hand aggressively down his face and rubbing his eyes with his sleeve, refusing to give up and lay back down. Voice raspy and deep as hell, he stares intensely down at his hand, shifting the cards around in slow motion.
"I wasn't sleeping, I was thinking," he lies, his voice totally shot. He leans forward, bleary-eyed, meticulously scanning your fake pile. "What's... what's on top? Is that a green?" He stubbornly forces his heavy eyelids open, carefully picks a green card out, and slaps it down like a grandmaster. "There. Go."
Wally West
Wally was sleeping so deeply he was practically drooling on his pillow. Perfect. You fanned out five cards, tucked them gently between his fingers, and made sure the discard pile looked legit right in frost of him. You tapped his arm with a tired sigh.
"Wally. Hey. Lay a card down, you're holding up the game."
Wally snaps his eyes open, completely disoriented. He looks down at his hand, blinks twice, and panic immediately sets inâhe thinks he blew his turn and lost his streak. He refuses to go back to sleep. He forces himself up onto his elbows, shaking his head like a wet dog to fight the massive wall of tiredness, completely buying into the trap.
"Wait, wait, sorry baby, my bad, my bad," he stammers out, his voice a pathetic, sleepy whine. He squints hard at his cards, shuffling them back and forth with clumsy fingers, his forehead creased in absolute, intense concentration. "Did you... did you play a yellow? Sweetie, tell me what color it is, my eyes are blurry." He stubbornly sits there, fighting for his life against sleep, until he finally drops a Yellow 2 and looks at you with absolute, half-awake seriousness. "Okay, hit me."
Dick Grayson
Dick was dead to the world after patrol, curled on his side. You carefully laid out a trick hand, slid six cards into his palm, and set up the fake table right on the mattress. You leaned down and whispered right in his ear.
"Dickie. Stop slacking, it's your turn."
He lets out a heavy, groggy sigh, his eyelids fluttering open. He stares blankly at the cards in his hand for a long three seconds. Instead of falling back asleep, he complies, because of course, he has to trust his amazing girlfriend. He grunts, forcing himself to sit halfway up and propping his head on one hand, completely committed to staying awake for the "match."
He holds the fan of cards up right in front of his face, squinting so hard one eye is basically closed. "I'm not slacking..." he mutters, his voice super thick and raspy. He carefully reorganizes his hand, tapping a card against his chin in deep thought while fighting off a yawn. "Is that a Blue 4? Okay. Donât rush me. Hold on." He meticulously selects a card, lays it down with dramatic focus, and squints up at you. "Your turn sweetie.â
Roy Harper
Roy had taken a "five-minute nap" that turned into two hours. You placed a stack of fake played cards on the blanket, carefully placed a fan of seven cards into his grip, and shook his shoulder.
"Roy. Wake up, you're up."
Roy grunts, a dry, scratchy sound, and blinks open two bleary eyes.
âUp for whaâ oh right.â He looks down at the cards, and you can practically hear his brain trying to load at 1%. But Roy isn't a quitter. He groans softly, forcing himself to sit up against the headboard, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with his palm to snap out of it.
"...What was played?" he rasps out, his voice totally rough. He stares intensely down at his cards, fanning them out with heavy, slow movements, totally convinced he's mid-game. He stubbornly stays upright, blinking against the room light, carefully picking out a Red 6 and laying it on the pile. "There. Back to you."
Damian Wayne
Damian would never admit to being caught off guard, which made him the ultimate target. While he was dead asleep post-training, you delicately slid four cards between his fingers, placed the deck down, and crossed your arms.
"Damian. Hurry up, it's your turn."
His eyes instantly open, sharp even through the haze of sleep. He looks down at his hand, and for a split second, total confusion flashes across his face. But his pride won't allow him to back down or drop the cards. He immediately sits bolt upright, rigid as a board, holding his hand close to his chest so you can't peek.
He squeezes his eyes shut for a second to force the drowsiness away, squinting severely at his hand. "I am well aware," he lies in a low, crackly morning voice. He takes an agonizingly long time analyzing his four cards, fighting every urge to crash back onto his pillow, just to make a "calculated" move. He solemnly lays down a Wild card with absolute precision. "Blue. Proceed."
Conner Kent
Conner was passed out hard, snoring softly. You quickly set up the illusionâcards scattered, a neat discard pile, and five cards tucked firmly into his fingers. You poked his shoulder.
"Con, come on, stop taking so long."
Conner groans, shaking his head, his heavy eyelids barely parting. He looks down at his palm, and the utter panic of someone who thinks they fell asleep mid-hangout hits him. He forces himself up, sitting on the edge of the bed, dragging both hands over his face to force his brain awake.
"Shootâ sorry, I was just... thinking," he stammers out, completely tricked. He holds his cards up, squinting heavily through his messy hair, intensely analyzing the hand. He shifts the cards around between his thumbs, completely locked in. "Wait, what's the number on top? A five?" He hovers a card over the pile, double-checking it with dead seriousness before dropping a Draw Two with a smug, sleepy grin. "Boom. Draw two. Try and keep up."
froggi yaps -> i bombed my interview so badly today i really needed this comfort ;-; i feel like these kinda suck but this piece was kicking my butt so badly i just needed to get it out :p enjoy
Dick Grayson:
Dickâs sleeping when you text him, the incessant buzzing on his nightstand cutting into the sleep he desperately needs. It had been a long night last night and he didnât make it home until seven in the morning, going to bed even later than that.
Still, he forces his eyes open and rolls over, grabbing the phone in his hand. He blinks away sleep when he sees the messages are from you, one after the other, each increasingly more panicked.Â
Heâs on his feet in minutes when he reads them, tugging on the nearest clothes he can find and collecting his keys off his nightstand. Opening his phone to track your location, Dickâs on the road in minutes.
Youâre sitting under a tree when he finds you, alone and overheating in the middle of a desolate trail just outside of Bludhaven. He calls your name before he approaches, shuffling carefully towards so as not to scare you.
âDick?â You blink, exhausted from the heat.
He crouches at your side, pressing a hand to your forehead like youâre sick. He sighs, shaking his head and fighting the urge to hunt down your shitty boyfriend and give him a piece of his mind.
âFuck, he just left you here like this? Do you even have water?â
You shake your head. âHe had the backpack,â you explain. âSaid I was too slowâŠâ
Fuck, what an asshole. He never deserved you.
Dick helps you to your feet, keeping an arm around your waist to support you. Your steps are shaky, your breathing unevenâclear signs of dehydration.Â
Itâs a long trip back to the car, ending with Dick carrying you on his back. Youâre relieved when he finally sets you in the passenger seat, cranking the air conditioning for you.Â
He passes you a water bottle from his cupholder. âHere, have this.â
You drink half of it in one go, the water helping the dryness that has your throat swelling.
âHow are you feeling?â He asks.
âTired, sad.â You frown, âI feel dizzy.â
Dick puts the car in drive, peeling away from the parking lot and driving back to the city. âYou probably will for a while, with how long you were in the heat.âÂ
Itâs silent for a while, the exhaustion setting into your bones and a new sort of tiredness weighing over you. You rest your head against the door of the car, letting your eyes flutter closed.
âCome hang out with me, yeah?â Dick finally breaks the silence. âNeed to make sure youâre okay.â
You catch the undertone of it, the part that says: physically and emotionally.
You hum in agreement, letting yourself fall back asleep on the door of his car. Dick waits until heâs sure youâre out cold before leaning over and rubbing a thumb across your cheek.
âDonât worry, sweetheart,â he mumbles more to himself than anything, âIâll take good care of you.â
Jason Todd:
Jasonâs busy when you call, knee deep in a group of goons in the way of your boss. Still, itâs you calling him, and he doesnât dare leave you waiting.
âHello?â
You sniffle into the phone, the distant sounds of gunfire making you raise a brow. âJay?â
He frowns, fighting his way through the men while talking to you like itâs the most casual thing in the world. âAre you crying?â
Itâs a jumble of words that comes next, each one bleeding into the next and filled with sniffles. Jason strains to hear you through the comms piece in his helmet, the gunfire and sounds of violence almost enough to drown you out.
Still, he gets the gist of it. Fuck, heâs going to lose the target. But he canât just leave you there.
He sighs, âIâll be there in five.â
Youâre pacing when Jason pulls up, soaking wet with the cold rain hiding the hot tears on your cheeks. If only the rain could hide the redness in your eyes and the way your lips have pulled into a pout.
Itâs more than a twenty minute drive from where Jason was to the shitty, dingy bar your boyfriend abandoned you at. Jason made the drive in five, in the rain, on his motorcycle.
âT-thanks for coming,â you sniffle out.
Jason looks around, forcing himself to take deep breaths despite the anger surging in his chest. âYou sure that assâheâs not coming back?â
You shake your head. âHe said weâre done.â
Jason shakes his head, showing off the fresh red mark under his chin. You frown, reaching up to run your thumb across the bruised skin beneath his stubble. Heâs ditched his Red Hood getup, dressed only in his usual cargo pants and a t-shirt. Raindrops slick over his exposed biceps.
âLet me take you home, alright?â
You nod and then heâs ushering you towards his bike, thrusting his spare helmet into your arms. You buckle it over your head, Jason turning around and tugging the strap to make sure itâs tight.
You look at him through the open visor, blinking away the raindrops that cling to your skin. âJay?â
âHm?â
âDo you think you couldâŠstay with me for a bit?â
And he knows he shouldnât, that he has other things to do tonight, an obligation to himself and this city. âYeah,â he says, âI can stay a while.â
Itâs hours later that youâre asleep on Jasonâs lap, head resting on the meat of his thighs. He shouldâve left a while ago and yet, he canât bring himself to go.Â
Still, watching you lay like this in his arms, warm and dry from the rain your boyfriend left you in, anger still swirls in his stomach. How dare he leave you like that? You could've gotten mugged or hurt or worse, and the very thought has Jason clenching his jaw.
Yeah, heâll have to pay him a visit later.
Wally West:
Wallyâs smile dies the minute he picks up the phone and hears you sniffling on the other end of the line. âHey, whatâs going on?â
Itâs an unintelligible mess of words that follows, filled with choked sobs and occasional moments of silence. Somehow through it all, Wally manages to get the gist of it: you and your shitty boyfriend got into a fight on the way home, and he abandoned you at some gas station.
Alone. In the middle of the night. With nothing but your phone.
Hot rage sweeps through Wally and before he knows it, heâs running.
One minute, youâre staring at the screen of your phone, sobbing hysterically. The next, Wally West is at your side, looking just as outraged as he is concerned.Â
âHe did what?â
Seeing your teary eyes and the pouty look on your face only makes him angrier. He clenches and unclenches his hands, forcing himself to breathe.Â
The anger melts away when you wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his chest, sobbing harder. âI donâtâI donât know what I did wrong.â
Wally is careful to wrap his arms around you, pulling you flush with his body and kissing the top of your head. Itâs been so long since heâs gotten to hold you like this, since heâs gotten to care for you, he selfishly drinks it in.
âLetâs get you home, hm?â
You sniffle, peeling your face back just enough to look at him. âI donât want to be alone right now.â
âMy place, then,â he flashes his best reassuring smile, âdonât worry, doll, Iâll take care of you.â
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Two hours later and youâre settled on the couch at Wallyâs, dressed in his sweatpants and one of his t-shirts. After an hour, heâd finally gotten you to stop crying and instead cuddle up with him on the couch.
Your boyfriend is yet to say anything, to even check in and make sure you didnât get murdered. It leaves a bitter taste in Wallyâs mouth but heâd be lying if he said he didnât feel a little hopeful, too.
Itâs when you fall asleep that Wally snaps a picture of the two of you, your head nuzzled into the crook of his arm. He grins as he types, trying his best not to laugh while he drafts the message to your boyfriend.
He reads it over once before hitting send, nodding in satisfaction.
Donât worry, Iâll clean up your mess.
Roy Harper:
Itâs late and Roy wishes he was asleep, and instead, heâs driving an hour away to some random highway where your boyfriendâhopefully soon to be exâabandoned you on the side of the road.
His hands are clenched tight on the wheel, thoughts racing a mile a minute. His foot is pressed harshly into the gas, each minute that passes only increases his anxiety. Heâd asked you to stay on the phone with him but that was before your phone died and your location stopped updating.
He can only hope you listened to him and stayed put, and that no one else comes across you before he does.
Luck is on his side when he spots you pacing back and forth on the side of the road. His foot is on the brake immediately, slowing the car down to a stop just a few meters ahead of you.
You make a break for the car, settling into his passenger seat like itâs somewhere you belong. And to Roy, it is.Â
He frowns when he sees the tears in your eyes and the way youâre shaking from the cold night. âYou alright?â
You sniffle, âbarely. Iâm freezing my ass off.â
He nods, flicking on your heated seat. He moreso meant the whole being abandoned in the middle of the night thing, but given your closed off demeanour, decides not to push it.
âI donât understand what I did wrong,â you say quietly.
Roy drops a hand from the wheel, gently squeezing your knee. âYou did nothing wrong, that asshole just never deserved you.â Not like I do.
You blink. Maybe he has a point.
And now that heâs started, Royâs not sure he can stop. âWhat kind of man just abandons you, alone, in the middle of the night? Donât you think you deserve more than that?â
âRoyâŠâ
âSeriously, babe,â the pet name slips out so easily that neither of you notice it, âdonât you want to be with someone who loves you properly?â
âRoy,â you say again, more warning than anything.
âGod, I take much better care of you than he ever has.â
âRoy!â
He breathes heavily, the gravity of what he just said sinking in. The silence in the car is hot and tense, broken only by the crackling of the heat coming through his vents. Roy slows the car, pulling over to the side of the road.
For a moment, youâre worried he might leave you, too. But then heâs grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him, touch equally scorching as it is delicate. Heâs not even sure what heâs doing until heâs leaning in and brushing his lips over yours, the taste of your chapstick like an old friend.
âAll Iâm saying,â he says quietly, âis that you deserve someone who takes care of you. Okay?â
âO-okay.â
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