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[angiegotham]

Batboys Preferences: Drunk Texts to You (Their Girlfriend)

Bruce Wayne

📱 [11:47 PM]

Bruce doesn’t really get drunk often — he’s too controlled for that — but when he does (usually at some charity gala where you weren’t there to keep him in check), you can tell immediately.

His texts are weirdly formal, even while tipsy.

He sends you overly long paragraphs like he’s dictating a board meeting, except about you.

You get something like:"I trust you’re aware you are the most exceptional woman I have ever met. Statistically, I should not have found you. But I did. And I will never release you from my custody."

(10 minutes later) "That was romantic. Not threatening. Please clarify that when you read this."

"Also Alfred says I am ‘cut off,’ but I am in complete control. Tell me if you want me to bring you dessert."

If you don’t answer right away, he follows up with: "Have you been kidnapped?"

Dick Grayson

📱 [12:09 AM]

Dick is the overly affectionate drunk.

You get a stream of texts ranging from “u up???” to voice notes of him singing whatever song is playing in the background.

Sometimes it’s selfies with strangers because “they said they liked my shirt.”

Tonight, you’d get: "AND I WAS LIKE BABY. BABYYYYY. i miss u. do u know how much i love you??? like THIS much 👐 but my arms can’t stretch far enough." "hold on i’m gonna steal a balloon for you" "oops guy said no balloons. i got you fries instead" 🍟❤️

He’ll FaceTime you at least three times, no warning, just to say: “Look at my face. This is your face’s soulmate.”

Jason Todd

📱 [1:32 AM]

Jason claims he’s a responsible drinker, but he’s the type to send you cryptic messages like you’re in the middle of a spy op together.

Expect blurry photos of whatever’s in front of him — sometimes you, sometimes a pool table, sometimes just… asphalt.

Tonight’s texts: "Babe. Baaaabe. Hypothetically, if I stole a motorcycle… you’d bail me out, right? Hypothetically." "Also I love you. Don’t tell anyone."

Then:

(photo of the backseat of a squad car) "I’m fine. They said I get one call. I used it to call you. That’s romantic, right?" "Also don’t tell Bruce."

Tim Drake

📱 [2:18 AM]

Tim isn’t much of a party guy, so if he’s drunk, it’s because someone tricked him into it.

The caffeine in his system mixed with alcohol? Unpredictable.

You’ll get texts that jump from deep confessions to random Wikipedia facts.

Tonight’s looks like this: "Did you know octopuses have three hearts??" "Anyway you have mine. All of them if I had more than one. Which I don’t. But if I did you’d have them." "Wait I think bats have 1 heart too… hold on I’m googling"

He ends with: "I love you so much. Don’t let me buy another domain name while I’m like this."

Damian Wayne

📱 [12:54 AM]

Damian doesn’t usually drink — but say someone gave him one to many at an event.

He becomes blunt and unfiltered, but also oddly clingy.

His grammar remains impeccable, but the topics… not so much.

Tonight’s string of texts: "I informed Todd you are far superior to his partner. He disagreed. I nearly punched him." "You have the most symmetrical face I’ve ever seen. It’s distracting. Stop it." "Do not speak to Grayson until I return home. He’s being annoying."

Followed by: "I require your presence. Immediately." (photo of his blurry scowling face) "Bring the cat."

[nerdgirloftheweek]

ᯓ "super rich kids with nothing but loose ends" .𖥔 ݁ ˖

tim drake x fem! reader. .ᐟ

a/n: the icons of tim are from the 90's but i'm basing this fic off of his era at Brentwood (all boy's private school) so really around early 2000's tim!! sfw and no use of y/n. Bellwood is made up and not canon lmao

PT. 1 EPILOGUE .ᐟ

9:47 PM

Tim set himself up for major failure. He'd like to blame it on his friends Kip and Buzz, but there was no use. Being Robin and balancing a social life was absolute hell. Buzz begged Tim to come with him to a party, something about some girl’s dorm from Bellwood and an indoor pool. He agreed reluctantly, what if Robin was needed? But Batman and Robin hadn’t been getting along. So screw it, why not? He had to admit a lot of these girls were pretty—and a few of the guys, although his luck with love as of recently was cursed. Tim was sitting on the edge of the pool sipping very slowly on his drink–a mix of zesti cola and something bitter–the music playing was garish and not really his taste. But hey, it wasn’t his party. 

Tim didn’t realize that Bellwood was so close to Brentwood, and that both student bodies were intertwined. Buzz had been talking to a girl for three weeks now, even Kip ‘the recluse’ had found a girl to talk to tonight. And in Tim’s own pathetic attempt to not feel like a loser, he found the closest person he could. The guy was a bit of a dunce and probably not into Tim, but he made for entertaining conversation. Tim tried his best to focus on the utter nonsense this guy was yakking, but he kept glancing at another scene. He mumbled an excuse before walking to the other side of the natatorium. 

Some ogreish looking guy had put his hands on a girl who was obviously refusing. Tim was just about to ask if everything was alright until some figure jumped from the rafters. 

What. The. $*!#%. 

Steph? No she doesn’t work anywhere near here, thank god. It’s not Cass…this isn’t a bat-suit. He ran through all the possibilities,not a bat, speedster, not an arrow…kryptonian or maybe just a meta? Well it's definitely not Kon. 

There wasn’t any struggle between the assailant and this guy. Tim reached out for the other girl as the two began to tussle. But ultimately the masked..hero…won. The other guy was K.O. on the ground.The girl shoved past Tim, itching to get back to the party probably. She didn’t even question what happened. Tim had an idea, but one he didn’t have much of a positive opinion on. Well he wasn’t sure yet. The figure lurched backwards, looking at Tim. A finger hovered over her lips. ‘Shh’. 

Brentwood and Bellwood both have their own vigilantes. Tim had a new case to solve. 

10:23 PM

Tim snuck through his dorm window. Shutting it quietly, normally when he did this he was dressed in red and yellow body armor. It was weird to think that was the norm for him, most kids didn’t sneak out to go fight crime. Just him and a few others he knew. And apparently a student at Bellwood. 

“Master Drake?” Tim hadn’t been able to get his feet on the ground before Alfred scared him. He fell with a heavy thud. He scrambled back to his feet, Tim wasn’t the most graceful Robin. “I see you’re not in your suit. Partaking in normal teenaged affairs I presume? Need I scold you, I didn’t think this was in my job description.“

“Thanks Alfie, but seriously you don’t need to worry.” Tim had been drinking but it wasn’t anything substantial. (Besides he honestly didn't have time to drink, let alone party, this was rare). No girls, and he hadn’t been smoking. To be frank, his night of teenage rebellion was interrupted by the appearance of that vigilante. “Did you know that Brentwood has a sister school? Bellwood, it’s an all girls academy.” 

“I was aware. Is that where you were?” Alfred asked as he watched Tim flop onto his bed. The boy let out a soft hum. 

“They have this pool room, that’s where the party was, and I saw…well I saw someone else dressed up in a suit.” Tim put his hands under his head, backtracking his whole night. Trying to find hidden details. “Y’know like mine, like Robin.” He clarified. 

“Do you think they were involved in something nefarious?” 

“I’m not really sure, but I highly doubt it. They roughed up some creep.” Tim responded, he sprung out of bed and headed for his wardrobe. He pressed the back panel of the wardrobe and pulled his Robin suit out of a hidden compartment. “I’ve got some work to do, I’ll be back in a few hours.”

Before Alfred could remind Tim of his civil history exam, the boy was gone. Off to see this new mystery vigilante...

a/n: ok so this is just the beginning but basically this fic is gonna feature lot's of mutual pining but like idiots in love and also i wanna lean into like the fact that Tim does have money at this point and goes to a private school like can you imagine the gossip omg

anyways bare with me guys i'm trying

[determinedkitty24]

Youngest!Batsis x Batboys

I just had this sudden idea, plus I already did an "being the oldest" one soooo.....plus I need to post more....

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I don't even need to say it. Overprotectiveness to the highest level.

Spoiled af.

Everyone loves you. EVERYONE.

Being the sassiest biotch.

Creating a zoo with Damian in the manor.

Free rides from Jaybird every weekened.

Obsessing with cereals with Dick.

Beating Timmy in every video games.

Alfred's little angel.

The manor's life and little bundle of joy.

Movie nights every Friday. Some little touch of pillow forts, pillow fights, and tickle wars.

The media snipping only few to none pictures of you. Your gigantic of brothera and father acts as your human shields every time you go outside.

When you were younger, there is ALWAYS someone with you. When you're older, every minute you are bombarded with texts and calls. Or maybe your father put trackers on all of your belongings. Or maybe, everywhere you go, there are shadows above hopping and hovering on you.

Being annoyed on how protectice they are.

Being closest with Damian. Although, when you first arrived, Damian was the meannest to you.

You building a flower garden with Alfred for the boys. So the boys can have a place to be at peace. Also, the boys helping with gardening sometimes.

Being the only one to get through to Bruce whenever he gets too unreasonable.

The #1 source of joy to these family.

Cass, Kate, Steph, and Babs kidnapping you sometimes to have some girl time. Claiming that the boys never shares you.

Your laughter always echos throughout the manor. It lightens all the stress in the boys' bodies.

Cooking with Alfred.

Food fights.

Fashion shows.

Bruce just cannot comprehend how you get to have all the boys, the girls aren't surprising, join in your mini fashion show game.

Superman thinks that's your superpower. It's just so amazing and funny.

Whenever you get kidnapped, they always have a heart attack.

They just don't want to see you hurt. Worse, lose you. Your death would be far too much to these family. Take care of yourself.

[rainydayfiction]

Chicken Soup and Window Locks

Tim Drake x Reader

Finally getting around to posting some of the requests ; 0 ; I’m sorry they’re taking so long; I’ve been really busy with school since I got back.

Requested by: @ashleycorreenwilliams

Tim Drake x reader where Person A gets sick and doesn’t answer the phone, so Person B breaks into their house.

Word Count: 1572

Warnings: none

You get sick and drop off the grid for a few days as a result. Your boyfriend panics a little, but at least he brought you food.

Sinus infections were the absolute worst. Your nose couldn’t decide if it would rather be congested and suffocating you, or drippy and drowning you in your own mucus. You were coughing as a result of all the crud draining down your throat, and your traitor of a nose prevented you from tasting much of anything that wasn’t snot, so your appetite was nonexistent and you were starving. To put it simply, you would rather have been dead. Your itinerary for the past three days had consisted almost entirely of sleeping, broken occasionally by trips to the bathroom for borderline-boiling showers and the usual business, half-assed attempts at making and consuming anything that wasn’t juice or cold medicine, and sluggish netflix sessions when sleep wasn’t possible. It was all a tremendous drag, if you were being completely honest.

Naturally, your poor health had lead to the untimely demise of your social life: everyone was busy, at work, at school, or just not awake in the odd hours that you were. And even if they weren’t, your motivation to do anything other than muddle through the unpleasant haze your waking hours had turned into was almost non-existent. In other words, socializing was either inconvenient, or too much work. You could count the times you’d checked your phone on one hand, including to talk to your boyfriend, which you would soon learn was a mistake on your part.

You were finally comatose after a grueling session of ‘You Can’t Breathe and Therefore Sleeping Is Not an Option’ when noise outside your bedroom door alerted you that you weren’t alone in your apartment anymore. At first you thought it was just your imagination—your tired brain was making you hear things. But when you listened closer, you were certain. There were definitely voices in your apartment. Suddenly at least a little more alert, you sat up and looked around for anything that might prove useful in the current situation.

Across the room, one of your heavy textbooks sat on your desk. That was about the only thing you could think of that would make a semi-sufficient weapon. Great. You grabbed your phone off of the nightstand, ready to call the cops or your boyfriend should the need arise before sneaking to grab the textbook.

As quietly as possible, you open your bedroom door and slip out into the hallway, creeping across the floor with the book raised slightly. Now that you’re closer, you can pick out two separate voices, and your stomach churns uneasily. You’re halfway through cursing your luck and dialing Tim’s number when one of the voices swears loudly, and you pause. Your brain’s still a little foggy, but you could’ve sworn you knew that voice. A little less cautious now, you pad out of the hallway to survey the scene in front of you.

Sitting on the floor of your living room is Jason Todd, your boyfriend’s surly older brother. Dick Grayson, the eldest and arguably much better-tempered brother stands behind him, leaning over his shoulder. Jason has a screwdriver in his grasp, and various tools scattered next to him, bickering with Dick about the problem at hand. At this moment, you realize that said problem happens to be your window. Which is currently disassembled and spread across your carpet.

“What the hell?”

Both men look up at you in surprise. For a moment that’s almost comical, the three of you take turns glancing at each other wordlessly before you open your mouth again.

“Why are you in my apartment…? And why is my window on the floor...?”

Dick chuckles awkwardly, one hand finding its way into his hair in a nervous gesture while the other rests on his hip.

“Well, you see, this is all actually very funny. Tim—“

“You didn’t answer your phone for a few days and the replacement thought you were dead.” Jason interjects to summarize, eyes and screwdriver focused on the piece of your window frame again. “He broke the lock on your window trying to get in and called Dick after he couldn’t fix it and panicked.”

You raise a brow skeptically at him, lowering the textbook to rest at your side. “Then why are you here?”

“I didn’t know how to fix it either.” Dick admits bluntly.

“Where’s Tim?”

Before Dick can answer, the boy in question walks in the door, pausing when he spots you. There’s a plastic bag emblazoned with the logo of the diner from down the street in his hand.

“Hey, you’re awake.”

“You broke my window.”

Tim shifts nervously before he approaches you carefully. He holds up the bag a little more, as if to placate you with the promise of food. “Yeah, I did. But uh—I brought you some soup from—“

“You broke my window.”

“On accident—“

“Tim, you have a key.”

“I was in a hurry! And, uh… in costume.”

Jason decides now is a good time to pipe up from his seat once again. “He could’ve broken the door instead of the window, you know.”

You turn to give the man a half-hearted scowl at this comment. However, your attention is diverted soon enough by the gentle weight of Tim’s hand coming to rest on your shoulder.

“Sorry, (Y/n)... I panicked.”

You open your mouth to retort, but your boyfriend seems awfully keen on preventing you from doing that, as he immediately puts his hand over your forehead and starts checking you over.

“How do you feel? You’re not feverish. When was the last time you took medicine?”

You suddenly find yourself swept onto the couch, Tim still bombarding you with questions while he pulls the blanket off of the back of the furniture to drape over your shoulders. The cushion dips as your boyfriend sits next to you, going through the bag of food now sitting on the coffee table. You don’t comment or complain: all of the sudden excitement has you feeling pretty groggy again.

“For Christ’s sake, kid, let her breathe. She doesn’t look too good, and you’re smothering her.”

Wow, you didn’t want to glare at Jason this time around. Dick stretches before walking over to the coffee table in front of you, plucking the bag away from Tim and picking through it before he finds what you assume was ordered for him. He hands Jason his food as well before he settles into your armchair. Something warm is pressed into your hands, and you look down to find Tim wrapping your fingers around a to-go cup of what appears to be chicken noodle soup. Right, he said he got you soup.

“Here,” he urges, “Once I realized you were just sick, I figured you probably hadn’t eaten much. And you know I don’t exactly cook often…”

You have to snort at that; the last time Tim attempted cooking something unsupervised, the entire apartment building had ended up in the parking lot, waiting for the automatic sprinklers and fire alarms to shut off. Tim looks relieved that you’re laughing, even if it’s at his expense. He assumes it means you’re not too upset about the window.

“Thanks,” you croak, lifting your spoon to start eating. Surprisingly enough, you can taste at least a little bit more than you have for the past few days, so you’re content enough to continue consuming the warm, soothing liquid.

Dick and Jason have both finished their food and are once again bickering back and forth. Setting down your now empty cup of soup, you lean into Tim’s side, sighing when he shifts to put his arm around you.

“I’m still mad at you about the window, you know.” You mumble, and you feel the guilty party flinch slightly.

“Yeah, I figured… I really am sorry, (Y/n)...”

You huff again, turning your face against the soft fabric of his sweatshirt. His nimble fingers thread their way through your hair to comb gently through the messy strands in the way he knows will appease you. Damn him.

“You’re just lucky you’re cute… and warm…” you grunt and wrap an arm around his waist, practically climbing into his lap with how clingy you suddenly are. It’s not like you can help it; he really is warm, and now that your stomach is full for the first time in what feels like ages, you’re ready to pass out again. Luckily, Tim seems to figure out what you want and moves to lie down on the couch, pulling you over top of him and tugging the blanket up to your shoulders. You don’t hesitate to snuggle into him again, and a quiet chuckle meets your ears.

“Think you can hold off on being mad until you feel better?”

“Don’t push your luck, Drake. And pet my hair again, while you’re at it.”

Tim laughs a bit louder this time, but does what you’ve asked him to. You hear Jason and Dick both make snarky comments about you and your boyfriend’s current positions, but you’re too comfortable and sleepy to really mind. You still feel horrendous, and your boyfriend broke into your apartment just because you didn’t respond to a few text messages. But Tim’s heartbeat against your cheek is soothing, and this is the most comfortable you’ve been in days. As you start to drift off to sleep, he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, and you decide that maybe you can postpone being upset with him. If only just this once.

[nerdgirloftheweek]

ᯓ "super rich kids with nothing but loose ends" .𖥔 ݁ ˖

Tim drake x Fem! reader. .ᐟ

a/n: ok sooo it's been a bit.. because i wasn't exactly sure how I should continue and what direction I should take this fic in but I think I'm getting the hang of it so please tell me what you guys think and I'm sorry if it's really slow!! i'm trying to get better, anyways pls enjoy lovelies <3

PT 1. | PT. 2 .ᐟ

11:09 

Tim looked through the huge skylight of the pool room, he saw Kip and Buzz swimming with the other party goers. He'd have to apologize to them later, probably make up an excuse about not feeling good. The party was still going strong, at this point he didn’t know when it’d end. Or when he’d see this mystery vigilante again. But the universe couldn’t have made better timing. There was a soft thud behind Tim, he heard the whip of a cape. And just a moment after that he was on the ground. A masked figure above him. 

“What are you doing here?” The mystery vigilante had her forearm pressed against Tim’s throat. He could easily overpower her, something about that rubbed him the wrong way. He didn’t want to come off as an aggressor, he was here to get answers. Curiosity killed the cat, they say. The design of her mask was similar to his, but it couldn’t be Batman’s tech. This looked a little more homemade. She let off the pressure on his neck, just enough to let him speak. It hurt to swallow for a moment.

“I just came to ask questions, I swear..” She spoke like she knew him. At least who Robin was. Meaning she was familiar with Batman, definitely Batman. They always knew about the Bat. Tim could always use that as an advantage for criminals. If Robin was around that meant Batman was too. He wasn’t sure if she was a criminal just yet, but better safe than sorry. 

“Is Batman here?” She spoke once more, this time without the edge. Called it. Everyone was always scared of Batman. 

“No he’s not. Could you get off now?” Tim watched her expression change beneath her mask. She moved very carefully. Still cautious of Tim, she was in a ready stance to fight if needed. “You can relax. I just want to know who you are and what you’re doing.” That made her laugh. 

“Isn’t that the first rule, you’re not supposed to know who I am?” Tim didn’t respond but he wasn’t going to relent either. So she broke the silence. “I’m doing exactly what you are. Helping people. That is what you do right?” Tim regretted convincing her to talk, he didn’t think she was the quiet type.

“Uh, yeah.” She’s annoying already. “Listen it’s not a good idea for you to be out here, I mean are you trained? How long have you been doing this for?” Why haven’t I heard about you? Is what Tim really wanted to ask. 

“I’ve been trained. Plenty.” She let out haughtily. “And not long, but it doesn’t matter. This isn’t your turf. I hardly ever see the Bat here.” 

“Turf? This isn’t West Side Story. I mean, not if you’re not breaking any laws, that is.” They were slowly circling on the roof of the pool room. The music from down below made the scene feel a bit more dramatic than it was. 

“I’ve heard rumours of you over at Brentwood, at least on that side of the ‘Burbs. Why the sudden change, this place is way too boring for you.” She began balancing on the edge of the building. She played this move off to seem laid-back, Tim knew this was an easy escape route if things went south.

“That’s not any of your business. Besides, I'm the one asking questions. All you’ve been doing is deflecting. How long have you been doing this?” 

“A month.” She replied curtly. “Not all of us have a Batman at our disposal, but I’m still qualified to be out here.”

“By whose standards?” Tim watched her masked eyes narrow. He couldn’t help but feel a little like a smart ass. It was kind of fun. 

“That’s not any of your business.” She mocked. Tim let out a soft sigh, he’d have to just find out in his own personal time who she was. It wouldn’t be that hard. He wished she’d give him a little more. 

“I’ll figure it out one way or another.” He had her voice recorded, and a good description of her build. It wouldn’t be difficult. 

“I’d like to see you try.” Bad mistake, Tim felt himself beaming. Which was a stark contrast to what he had been feeling just a minute earlier. He had a feeling this new vigilante was gonna either cause a lot of trouble, or, well there isn’t another option. 

They all cause trouble don’t they? 

12:23

So, because of the new vigilante, he had a couple more bruises and his back ached like hell. He had spent the last 30 minutes tailing her after she ditched him from the rooftop of the pool house. When she realized he was tailing her she proved the whole “trained well enough stance” she had. She did lead him to her dorm room. Giving him another clue to her identity. 

Tim slipped out his suit as carefully as he could, not only did Alfred complain about Tim being harsh on the fabric, but Tim’s back didn’t allow a lot of movement at the moment. She packed a whole lot of punch. Tim sat at his computer, not attempting to put any effort into getting in his civvies. He was focused on one thing and one thing only. Finding out who that girl was. It only took him one cross reference to find her name and age. Everything really. 

She went to Bellwood, and was a senior like him. Not to mention, whether or not Tim would really admit it out loud, she was pretty. Tim caught himself smiling at her student records. A and B student, impressive extra-curriculars, she came from a wealthy background. The only suspicious detail was a gap year her sophomore year. She went to a different school, it was undisclosed. Tim would find it soon. But it was pretty late, and Alfred left a note on his desk reminding him of his civics test. Even Boy Wonder has to study. 

12 HOURS LATER

Tim is sitting in the cafeteria staring at a poster on the wall. The corner is bent and it’s definitely about to fall. Kip sits in front of his line of sight and it wakes him out of his stupor. 

“You totally ditched us last night.” Buzz sat down joining his friend in the interrogation. Tim sighed, something he feels like he does quite often nowadays. 

“Yeah, I didn’t feel good.” There was a wide grin on their faces.

“You didn’t feel good? We heard quite the opposite.” Tim was confused by Buzz’s words. He set his fork down. 

“What are you guys talking about?” Tim suddenly felt on edge. Of course someone saw him sneak away, but no one would have the brains to possibly connect him to Robin, if they saw him last night. His friends stifled their laughter.  “C’mon spit it out.” 

“Dude we know you split off with Janice Esteban. The whole school—“ Kip nudged Buzz. Tim felt his hearing go fuzzy, he could still hear both of them. But his mind was wandering. He didn’t even know who they were talking about. 

“No, the whole school is not talking about it. Just us and a few others at the party. Buzz is being an ass.” 

Tim was flabbergasted. Dumbfounded might be better. His brows were creased in that all too familiar mystery loving way. Tim Drake and Drama were close acquaintances, his luck with partners was…subpar at most. But to have a scandal (Not a scandal, he is dramatic), with him at the center. To have people, whether or not they were close friends of Kip and Buzz, talking about him. Well he was quite embarrassed, and severely confused. 

“Tim?” Kip tilted his head, trying to gauge Tim’s mostly expressionless face. His eyebrows exposed him a lot. 

“I have no clue who you’re talking about. Who told you guys this?” Tim leaned on his elbows, studying them. He knew their tells pretty well now.

“Janice did…she said you went back to Brentwood after you guys…made out.” Buzz replied very slowly. “Wait, are you saying she lied?” 

Tim let out a laugh, “well I didn’t make out with anyone last night so, yeah!” Tim covered his face. “Why would anyone make up a lie like that?” 

“Didn’t you lie to your girl Ariana all the time?” Kip chimed in. 

“Ok but that was different, I didn’t lie about— making out with her…I just lied about going out at night.” Tim mumbled the last part. He regretted telling his friends about his old antics. 

“Yeah, if that’s what you were lying about you wouldn’t have left the party so early. You’re such a shut-in Tim.” Tim couldn’t help but give them a shrug, he had to act sort of stupid so they wouldn’t question him too much. “I hope that gossip wall doesn’t pick it up. I know a few people who follow it religiously.” 

“Gossip wall?” A loud groan whiney accompanied Tim’s question. “I hate this school.” Kip and Buzz nodded in an agreement. 

“Well it’s not as popular over here, Bellwood uses it like crazy though. B&B, they talk about both schools on there.” Kip flipped through the pages of his mystery-noir books. A heap of junk in Tim’s opinion but maybe just knew too much about mysteries. 

Tim grabbed his bag, Kip asked where he was going. “I gotta go see about a girl.” They hated when he referenced movies. 

“Dude Mrs. Meyers is gonna kill you!” 

“Believe me, I know.” Tim muttered under his breath. Tim had his work cut out. He was going to find the vigilante girl, and he was gonna shut down that stupid B&B gossip wall.

a/n: also aged tim up to be about 17 at least, there won't be anything nsfw whatsoever but it just lowk aligns with myself sooooo but yeah not for any nefarious reasons (farthest we ever go is NORMAL teenaged talk so mostly just stuff eluding but I will never write it specifically about tim it just may be mentioned) but the age thing i just think it works better for the fic (kind of messes up the continuity cause technically he turns 16 in 2003 but shhh)

and as always...bare with me guys I'm trying

[determinedkitty24]

Batboys with a Chubby!S/O

So I wanted to write this because I'm really chubby, not like the cute chubby, like the legit really chubby...sooo this is for people like me who wants some love, like me~

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Dick:

Has been with a lot of women. From supermodels to your average pretty.

And let me say this, he's so tired of dating the prettiest faces with the ugliest souls.

What draw him to you is definitely your personality. It's new to him. And that excites him.

Really couldn't careless of your looks or you body shape.

Dick didn't fell in love with you because of your looks and shape, it's your uniqueness that drew him onto you.

Be proud of that.

Makes sure that you are showered daily with love and kisses.

Burns anyone that dares to even bully you.

Want to exercise? Gladly joins you.

Diet? Buys anything healthy and tries to learn to cook anything healthy. That's very big considering Dick in cooking.

Loves hugging you. Anytime. Anywhere.

His cutest fluff ball.

Whenever you feel insecure, tell him. He'll remind you just how perfect and beautiful you are to him later that night.

Jason:

Jason doesn't give a fuck tbh.

He has been through a lot. Like death, for example.

So, I for sure can say that Jason isn't the type to base his s/o by their looks.

More into the personality than looks. Sure, it's nice to have some sexy bods but so what if they don't even care about him?

He needs more of a pillar to support and ground him. Help this poor baby. He's been through lots of hardships.

Finds you very attractive, you can even turn him on. Just letting you know.

Help whoever dares to even say something bad about you, because they won't even be able to move any inch of their body afterwards.

He just loves you very much.

Very protective of you.

He considers himself to be not the best boyfriend but he tries his very best, especially when you're feeling insecure about yourself.

Loves burying himself in your boobs/chest or your belly. He couldn't comprehend just how fluffy and soft you are. And he's so happy you're his.

Your fluffiness calms him during his nightmares or his stressful nights during patrol.

Timmy:

Looks is his least worry in this world.

Instead, he needs some nurturing and patient as an s/o.

Someone who can save him from dying on caffeine overdose.....

You both can be insecure together........

Give him much love just as much as he gives so much love to you. This poor baby....

I can say he's one the best among the boys when it comes to your insecurity since he's insecure himself. So understands you.

Just please have your belly as his pillow. It's the most comfortable place for him to sleep. Ever.

Also, run your fingers on his hair. It'll be heaven for him.

He'd be more insecure of you being in a relationship with himthan you being with him. You, one of the most beautiful and kindest person he'd ever seen and met. Please cherish him.

His forehead kisses are the most comforting thing ever. That's what he does to erase your insecurities. It's only reserved for you.

Love him.

Damian:

I had a feeling that Damian will judge you at first. Because his a jerk. And he thinks you're a dumb, lazy fat ass who does nothing at all.

But getting to know you changed that.

His insults decrease as time went on.

Once you're in a relationship now. He couldn't comprehend how you could be so strong and fierce yet so fragile at the same time.

Will absolutely protect you from this hell of a world.

When he loves, he loves unconditionally and probably eternally.

So you're his forever, and he's yours forever.

Not really into PDA, but in private he's the most affectionate person. Ever.

He'd call you "Jamila" ,which means beautiful in arabic, and Beloved.

Feeling insecure? He'd show you a fee of his sketches and paintings of yourseld just so you could see just how beautiful you are. Some drawings are not allowed for you to see. Too shy and embarrassed.

He's a gentleman, so be prepared to be treated like a princess, if not a queen.

Kisses all your insecurities away. Literally.

Make sure to pull him away immediately from anyone who'd dare to insult you. Enough said.

Calm him down with your fluffiest hugs. You can do that even in public. Though, only do that when you really need to calm him down. Otherwise, don't.

Showers you with gifts.

When he's not there, his pets would be there to cheer you up whenever you feel insecure.

You are literally loved.

Never let him go. He's too precious for this world

[batnations]

Tutor

Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson (mentioned)

Request: Tim is helping to tutor the reader as a punishment from bruce after not listening on a mission. He starts off kind of easily irritated and angry but ends up warming up to the reader.

Warnings: None

A/N: I had fun writing this, hope you guys enjoy!

"You're grounded." bruce had stated flatly, receiving an exasperated sigh from Tim.

Tim had been negligent the past few days during his time on patrol. He wasn't being cautious and it was mostly due to the lack of sleep, sometimes thinking to close his eyes and rest his head behind the building walls. Just the other day he had almost fallen from a ten story building if it hadn't been for Bruce's fast reflexes that caught him seconds before tumbling over. When Bruce had asked how it almost happened Tim said that he might have accidentally blacked out. 

Bruce was just being the worried father he was and Tim was being the annoyed teenage boy just as any normal family. They were both stood in the batcave and behind Bruce was the immense batcomputer. He was still clad in his patrol outfit but with his cowl off which revealed his stern features and daunting cerulean eyes.

"You haven't been acting the way you need to in this job." Bruce had continued to lecture Tim. "First of all, you barely get any sleep so I’m going to give you a curfew. At exactly ten o'clock you should be asleep and instead of going out on patrol you're going to do something else." Bruce's voice had been raspy and sonorous as he spoke, echoing around the batcave. 

"But Bruce──" Tim was about to quarrel before Bruce cuts him off.

"No buts Tim, you need to actually give yourself some rest and you need some time off so that you can come back more attentive and aware. This is for your own good." His voice softens around the edges, wearing a concerned expression.

"How ironic." Tim mutters to himself , "When's the last time you've slept, huh Bruce?"

"When's the last time you almost fell to your death. Oh wait, that was just a couple days ago. Don't start with me, Tim." He grunts and Tim just scoffs.

"So what do you want me to do instead?" Tim argued, knitting his arms in front of his chest.

"You remember Y/n don't you?" Bruce questions, causing Tim to quirk a brow at the unrelated question

"Y/n L/n?" Tim repeats and Bruce nods.

"Yes, you will help them with their studies."

"You mean I have to tutor them?" Tim tilts his head slightly.

"Basically." Bruce shrugs. 

Tim groans harshly and bruce slightly smirks at Tim's reaction. He notices and sneers at Bruce’s amused expression on his face, "You're enjoying this aren't you."

"Maybe I am or maybe I'm not." He responds, annoying Tim even further. 

"I swear Bruce, I swear." Tim storms out of the batcave, his thoughts scrambled all over his mind and a crossed expression etched on his youthful features.

He knew that after that conversation he wouldn't be wearing his Red Robin suit for a while but he didn't realize how he suddenly would be here sitting in front of you. 

You both were in the Wayne Manor, sitting in the guestroom as a textbook remains on the table in front of you. You sat from across Tim and you could tell by the way he furrowed his brows and the frown carved on his lips, he was irritated. You didn't remember doing anything wrong to make him act this way.

You were y/s/n and although you had no connection to the Wayne family you were always welcomed. You and Tim were never that close, you always fought by Dick and Bruce's side the most but Dick had been nothing more than just a big brother to you. You heard of Tim before from Dick, being the third Robin and having a talent for anything to do with technology. Bruce even once admitted that he believed Tim was smarter than him himself. 

You always questioned what Bruce meant by that and were astonished to hear the Batman confess such a thing. Of course you knew everyone was practically smarter than you at math, it was the only subject you seemed to be having trouble with. Bruce had kindly suggested for you to see Tim and claim that it would be nice to finally meet him. You took his advice, after all you really needed the help and getting a chance to meet Tim Drake wouldn't hurt. . .

Would it?

"So. . ." You were the first to speak, breaking the incredibly awkward silence that lingered in the tense atmosphere. "I'm Y/n L/n, nice to meet you."

Tim looks down at the textbook, quickly steals a glance of you then back at the book once more. "I'm Tim Drake." he plainly responds.

A sigh escapes your lips, you push the loose strands of your hair behind your ear. "Um, Bruce said you could help me. I’m not the best at math."

He mutters something under his breath but it wasn't clear enough for you to understand so you brush it off. "Yeah, I know. So what do you need to work on." He glares at the textbook and for a second you think it'll melt from it's intensity. 

"I need help with this," You take the text book from the table and turn to the appropriate page needed. "It's something to do with linear equations."

Tim hums softly examining the pages once you hand it to him. He skims through and you couldn't help but scan his face, how soft yet slightly firm his features were. The Waynes all had shared the raven locks and hues of blue eyes but each had possessed a different kind. Bruce's was sharp and severe, Dick's were frisky and content, and in Tim's you had seen a combination of benevolence and sagacity. 

You couldn't help but remain fascinated by them, the way they seemed so determined and focus at what was in front of him.

Get yourself together Y/n seriously. You barely met the guy and he already seems like an asshole by how he's acting so far. 

You cleared your throat, looking at him once more. "So, can you help me?"

"Yeah. . ." He plainly replies, placing the textbook back to face you. 

In the beginning he hesitates, his voice strained by how irritated he was but it soon starts to dwindle. His voice slowly grows mellow and relaxed the more time passed as he explained to you the lesson.

It was so calming that you didn't want him to stop talking. You kept moving your gaze back and forth from him to the textbook. Making sure to take in everything he was teaching you. 

You bobbed your head, "I think I understand?" You say questioningly 

Tim slowly shakes his head, "It's alright if you don't, how about you try it first and I'll help you if you get stuck?" He suggests and you smile softly. It was nice to see him like this, helpful and determined instead of how you first saw him. 

You scribble down the work and show it to him, he gives you an approving nod. "You did great , Y/n." 

You smile at the comment, “Thanks, it’s all because of you though.”

"It wasn’t all just me." He returns a soft smile, looking down. "Sorry if i was acting like a. . . you know what." He places his palm on the nape of his neck. "It's just Bruce . . ."

You bring yourself closer to him, "What about Bruce?"

He sighs defeatedly, "He basically grounded me, giving me a strict bedtime curfew and stopped me from going out to patrol. He also forced me to. . . tutor you. That's why I was kinda acting that way from the start. It had nothing to do with you but just having to be forced to do this just got me on my nerves."

You look at him sincerely, "I understand, if it was me I bet I would do the same too or maybe even worse. I'm just glad to know that you didn't have anything against me." You chuckle softly and Tim grins.

"Nah don't worry, you need to do a lot more than have me tutor you for that." 

"I'm sure it'll be enough, in the beginning i might understand but as the time passes I start to become clueless. Teaching me is a hassle and will probably end with you never wanting to see me again."

"Oh really?"

You simply nod your head and a smirk slithers across his features.

"We'll see about that."