have u thought about jason and vigilante! reader got walked on by either bruce/batman and then they got the talk from the bat bc ive been imagining it and it is really funny in my mind
That is really funny
A typical night of patrol. Nothing special. There's only the Red Hood for company. Quiet, no criminals to kick around, no big, dastardly plans happening.
Only Jason Todd for company.
Which is fine. You two have been "going steady" for about six months now. You only recently found out who he was under the helmet and vice versa. Not awkward at all to see your boyfriend across a rooftop at night, in Kevlar, who has killed people.
There was tension, that much was clear. In all honesty, you'd been sort of avoiding him for different reasons. Reasons that make it hard to look him in the eye. You wished you could at least give him a kiss, you did make up, mostly. But you're beyond embarrassed about the last time you two were "getting more than familiar". Even now you can feel the heat flush your face.
~*~
The second night after you learned that Jason was Red Hood, he took you to the cave. A show of trust, he'd said. It was really a way to get you to talk to him again. The revelation was not pretty. You'd been so angry, and it hurt to know that Jason had killed people.
"Wow. That's a big computer." Your muffled voice didn't disguise your awe. Trying to stuff it down (because you were still upset with him), you put your hands on your hips and looked around. "Big penny, too." You gestured to it.
"Yeah..." Turns out Jason didn't know what to say either. You sighed and removed your mask to let him see your face.
"Listen..." You waved your hands around for a moment. "I'm still coming to terms with the whole crime lord-"
"Ex-crime lord." Jason interjected. You gave him a look and he cleared his throat and crossed his arms. "Sorry."
"Ex-crime lord thing." You corrected, shifting your weight and crossed your arms to match him. "But that doesn't mean I don't still love you." He seemed to almost perk up at that. You could have laughed at the way he seemed so easy to read.
"Well, that's good," he took off his helmet, no domino mask today, "because I also still love you." Jason walked towards you until there was barely a whisper between you. You kissed him first, grabbing his face to pull it towards yours. He responded with enthusiasm.
He deepened the kiss, and put his arms around you, pushing you towards the desk. You bump into it, and Jason cages you in. His arms tighten around you as you run your fingers through his hair. You bite his lip and he groans.
The sound of a throat clearing made you both pull apart and get into defensive positions. And there, in all his shadow-y glory, was The Batman. You froze like a deer in the headlights, and, with the way he stiffened in your peripheral, Jason did, too.
"You must be the vigilante I've heard about." Batman's tone was neutral. Barely any inflection at all. It commanded respect. Something you were not doing when your tongue was basically down the throat of his second son just now. In his cave. Against his desk.
"Ah, uh, yeah." You swallowed and pushed Jason farther away to dust off invisible dirt. "And you're Batman. Obviously." You didn't know whether to salute him, shake his hand, or both. So you stood there, looking at him like an idiot.
"Didn't know you were home, B." Jason sounded a bit more composed than you did, and you were jealous of it. "Was just showing them around the cave."
"And your mouth, of course." It was then that you realized Alfred, the butler, was standing next to the Dark Knight. You felt like stabbing yourself would have been less painful than the embarrassment of this moment.
You all stood there in silence for a few seconds, which felt like centuries, before you cleared your own throat.
"Well, thanks for the tour!" You then scurried over to your motorcycle, mounting it, and then waved at everyone. "Nice to meet you!" Quickly riding off into the night, you felt like swan diving from the highest building in the city.
A few days later, after sort of avoiding your boyfriend, the Caped Crusader came to pay you a visit at your break-time-rooftop-dinner. As soon as you saw him, you nearly choked on your water. He stood about ten feet from you. Not saying anything as you coughed up some of the water.
"Uh, hi." Your voice was hoarse. You took a deep breath, and another sip from the bottle, before trying again. "Hello, Batman." You're going to jump off this roof head first.
He said your alias in a firm greeting-like tone. After another second, you thought that was all he was going to say. Or maybe he was doing an intimidation tactic. Maybe he's waiting for an apology for desecrating his desk. Finally, he said something. You could barely hear it over the beat of your own heart, but he said something.
"You and Jay have been going steady for a while now." Batman's voice betrayed nothing, but it certainly felt forced. It made you feel better to think he might feel as awkward as you did. "It's good he has someone to come home to." Is this what you think it is? You were itching to put on your mask so he wouldn't see your expression.
"Yeah." Because what else were you supposed to say? You realized that this wasn't The Batman, Caped Crusader, Dark Knight, Vengeance Personified. This was Bruce Wayne, father of Jason Todd. And he was here to give you the talk.
"The other night," he continued, still standing like a statue, "you two were getting more than familiar." You're going to scream and claw your eyes out. "I just wanted to let you know, that I have already made contingencies for you. Should you become compromised." Oh my God. It's a shovel talk.
"Understood." Because what else were you supposed to say? You thought that'd be the end of it. He threatened you and now he was going to leave and you could finish up your patrol and go home and--
"While on the subject..."
Have mercy.
"It would be best if there were nothing more passed between you both." He stated this like he was giving a report. It took you a second to catch his meaning. He, Bruce Wayne, The Batman, was talking to you, a vigilante half his age, the one dating his son, about safe sex. You were glad at he has his mask on so you don't have to look him in the eye. You wouldn't have been able to look in his direction if he didn't.
"Okay." Because, really, what the fuck were you supposed to say? He nodded, and then grappled to another rooftop. As if he didn't just do and say the most mortifying thing any person could do to you.
"I'm going to inhale toxic waste." You sat on your ledge and looked down at your, cold, dinner. You shoved it into the bag it came in, and grappled home. There's plenty of other masks that can handle things, you needed to scream into a pillow.
~*~
You looked at Jason, who has been staring at you from across the rooftop during your reverie. Neither one of you spoke this whole time. At least you had your mask this time. At least he didn't have to see your embarrassment.
"Are you still mad at me?" The question would have sounded patronizing if you didn't know him. That damn voice modulator. He looked tense. This entire time, he thought you were mad at him. You sighed.
"Not right now." You walked over to the ledge and leaned against it. "I'm not really thinking about that at the moment." A glance at the ground showed there was nothing happening, same as it's been all night. The Red Hood cautiously walked towards you, stopping when he was right next to you.
"What are you thinking about, then?" He leaned against the ledge, copying you. "How much you love me?" Jason was teasing, but you could see how his shoulders twitched. How his hands gripped onto his jacket a bit tighter. He was tense.
"Actually, it's about your dad." Your response froze him in place. You couldn't even tell if he was breathing. "We talked." A noise that sounded like he got the wind knocked out of him escaped Jason.
"What?" It sounded more like a wheeze than a question. You sighed deeply, feeling like you were going to die from the blood rush to your cheeks. He inhaled and tried again. "What was it about?"
"Well..." You waved your hands around, looking for the right words. "It wasn't really us both talking. More like, he was talking and I couldn't figure out what to say." You looked at Jason and he already had his hand dragging down the face of his helmet.
"What did he say?" His voice modulator couldn't hide the annoyance in his question. Like he already knew where this was going. You sighed, because you knew he did. And you got the feeling he had a similar talk with his father.
"It was," you cleared your dry throat, "a shovel talk." Jason groaned and put both hands on his face this time. "And then a sex talk, although that was, like, two sentences." You knew in your soul that Jason wanted to smash is head against a brick wall. You know the feeling.
"He gave me a sex talk, too." He confirmed your suspicions. "Even handed me protection." You snorted and Jason groaned again. "He's treating us like teenagers."
"To be fair, he's like, what, fifty?" You looked across the street to the opposite rooftop. A figure slipped into the shadows, but you it was still there. "Did you keep your comms on?"
Jason looked up from his hands. "Why." He followed your gaze across the street, and put one hand on his hip. The other went back to his helmet. "Goddammit." He muttered before removing his helmet, domino mask in place. The next you knew, your mask had been lifted from your face, and Jason's lips were on yours.
"Mpff!" Your shock only lasted half a second before you threw your arms over his shoulders, pulling him deeper into the kiss. He wrapped an arm around you, biting your lip. It was the most passionate kiss you had in months.
Unbeknownst to you, Jason was flipping off the silhouette of The Batman, Bruce Wayne, Father of Jason Todd.
And, unbeknownst to you both, a small smirk graced the crusader's face.
This hasn't come out in any way before, but I want to be VERY clear about something:
I DO NOT LIKE AI.
I DO NOT USE AI.
AND I DO NOT WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH AI.
That includes anyone using ANY of my content to train AI, or getting stories similar to mine... If you do any of that, I do think you are an awful person. I don't think there's any excuse. I believe in the power of creativity and on authors and artists and I want to encourage that.
PS: If I ever reblog AI art, please let me know so I can delete it. I'm not the most trained on recognizing it, but def want to know.
What about an au where the mc got pulled to Astrea when they were a teen instead and meet their LI then and had to grow up there
Imagine you're on the streets of Porrima, no clue where you are or how you got there, and there's this person who sees you and like just kinda takes you under their wing and you're like "okay, I guess" but you're also freaking out and figuring out how to survive here and there's angst and a budding teenage romance??
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the most depressing part is that it's not even kamala's stance on genocide that is costing her the elections. i wish it were. it's people genuinely shifting for trump. but it's the pro-palestine movement that's going to get the blame for it.
obviously she fucked up on that front and on multiple other fronts (an understatement) but if these results have showed anything it's that the alt right white majority will never vote for a black woman even if she were perfect. but liberals will blame arabs for the faults of white nationalism and misogyny. at this point if you're blaming the pro-palestine movement and saying shit like "are you happy now? is this what you wanted?" you're just brimming with anti-arab hatred that you're desperate to release at any given opportunity
so what now? the genocide is still ongoing and the rise of fascism is unimpeded but now people will point to those most affected by it and saying "this is what you wanted, right?" and you and i could spend the next four years arguing and yelling at those people or we can do something that matters.
mahmoud needs to pay his fees in 5 days or he will fail this semester.
amal needs to meet the soaring prices of baby food in gaza for the sake of her daughter maryam.
look out for the vulnerable and watch out for the way people are venting their frustration at fascism by blaming its victims.
please reblog this version. anger without action is nothing. if you feel like this is the end of the world remember that this is just another day of the genocide for those in gaza.
if you're feeling powerless right now—and god knows I am—here's a reminder you can donate to the National Network of Abortion Funds, the Trans Law Center, Gaza Soup Kitchen, the Palestine Children's Relief Fund, and hundreds of other charities that will work to mitigate the damage that has been and will continue to be inflicted
life continues. we still have the capacity to do good, important work. that matters
