Author: @wordsfromthesol
Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader
Summary: Late night studying with your best friend leads to you both being very tired after the exam.
Warnings: None? All fluff.
Word Count: 919
A/N: Here is a Timmy one while I spend all weekend writing based on all the suggestions I got 😊
You glance down at your watch. 2:33am.
“Tim, we aren’t even halfway done.”
“Hm.”
“It’s 2:33 in the morning and we aren’t even halfway done.” Tim forces his head upwards to glare at you before slamming it back down on the desk, without responding to your cry. “When was the last time you even slept?” You questioned the well-known insomniac.
Author: @wordsfromthesol
Pairing: Batsis
Summary: You are Bruce’s daughter, and well…the title says it all.
Warnings: Scars, violence
Word Count: 1.5k
It was another one of those days. You definitely just wanted to forget your life for a moment, to do that you stalked down to the Batcave. At least you could be productive while forgetting the reality. Heading over to the computer you grabbed Tim by the shoulder and pulled him back.
“Up. Time for you to sleep.”
“But I need –”
“Nope, you don’t. I’ll monitor for a while. You upstairs now.”
Tim knew better than to argue with you and slunk upstairs.
“If I find you on that computer Timothy Jackson Drake!” You turned towards the computer and prop your feet on the desk, scanning the monitors.
Author: @wordsfromthesol
Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader
Warnings: Cursing, drinking, injuries, fighting…all the good stuff.
Word Count: 2.9k
Requested: @nadderlover1
A/N: I feel like I’m really bad at writing jealousy…but here ya go anyways! Also it’s kinda long, sorry not sorry
“I still don’t understand why you are getting a roommate. Or why it’s not one of your fabulous brothers.” Jason chided his older brother.
“Cop salary? And I spend enough time with you guys.”
“Please, we all know you could just ask daddy –”
“No.” Dick quickly cut his brother off. “It’ll be fine. I did a background check on her and everything.”
“Her?! Oh Dickieboy, you didn’t tell me it was girl.”
“Does it really matter?”
“Of course! What if you fall madly in love with her? What if I do?”
“You will not be going near her, so that won’t be a problem.”
“Oh you take the fun out of everything.” Jason whimpered.
“You poor child. Now get out before she gets here.” Dick started pushing his brother out of the apartment.
“If she’s hot I call dibs!” Jason called over his shoulder as he resisted the force on his shoulders, before finally giving in and scrambling out the door.
Author: @wordsfromthesol
Taglist: @zphilophobiaz @anousiemay @malfoys-demigod @pricetagofficial
Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader
Summary: Jason drinks a little too much and it’s your job to get him home.
Word Count: 424
You had been dragged to another Wayne Gala. Your best friend had gotten down on his knees and begged you to come to make the night bearable. How could you have said no? But now you were struggling to get this rhinoceros sized man into a cab.
“I’m so glad you came. The night was all the better with your presence.” How he wasn’t slurring his words is still beyond you, but you just chuckled and pushed him further into the car.
“Well I’m glad you had fun.” You rattled off his address to the driver before turning back to face Jason. “Though I don’t think you’re going to do so great tomorrow.”
“No…no…no I’ll be fine. You’re staying.”
“Hm mm, yeah. That made perfect sense Jaybird.” You chuckled at the state he had gotten himself into.
“It did. You stay with me.” Jason reiterated with more confidence.
“Okay, well let’s get to your house first and see how you feel.”
Jason leaned down and placed his head on your shoulder as he hummed, “Mind won’t change. You stay.” He grasped your hand in his and fell asleep. Ten minutes later the driver pulled up in front of Jason’s apartment. You had no idea how you were going to get this man inside.
“Jason. We’re at your apartment. You’re going to have to wake up.” Just as you began to shake him, he sprang up and opened the door. He proceeded to sprint inside and to his apartment. It was impossible to keep up with him, especially in heels, so you just sauntered into the building and made your way to his apartment.
As you opened the door, you heard him bellow out, “I shall light my soul ablaze so that my existence in your life would make it brighter!” Your eyes widened as you saw flames trailing up his coat jacket.
“JASON PETER TODD!” You screamed running towards him. That was a mistake, he took it as a game and quickly dodged out of the way. “Jason stay still! I know you’re trying to be poetic but let me put out the fire on your jacket!”
“My soul is ablaze at your presence my love!” He stood atop the counter, delivering his next prose. This gave you just enough time to douse him in water. You burst out with laughter as his lip puffed out and his eyes turned downward. “My soul is wet. And sad.”
“Awww…” you reached out and enveloped him in a hug, ignoring the growing dampness of your own clothes.
Author: @wordsfromthesol
Taglist: @zphilophobiaz
Pairing: Wally West x Batsis!Reader
Word Count: 1.4k
Dick was supposed to be on a mission all week in South America. You and Wally were elated, as now you had the whole house to roam free. You could even go on a proper date in Gotham, without worrying that Nightwing might see you while he was on patrol. On day 3, the two of you opted for a movie at home. Cuddled up on the couch, you were completely oblivious that Dick had entered the room. Even Wally wasn’t fast enough to break free of your grasp.
“Dick…you’re back early.” The words stumbled out of his mouth as he meets him on the other side of the living room, trying to put as much distance between the two of you as possible.
Guys, I take my Professional Engineers exam tomorrow (8 hours of hell, here's to hoping I pass the first time), and then I'm going to finish some stories!
I've started a Tim Drake x Reader where Tim is trying to get the reader to join Teen Titans and Dick Grayson x Reader where Dick finds the reader unconscious in a burning building.
Author: @wordsfromthesol
Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader
Taglist: togasbetch @anousiemay @malfoys-demigod @pricetagofficial
Summary: Too many calls from too many of Jason's concerned family member's is driving you insane.
Word Count: 771
A/N: The poll had a clear winner…so here it is! Don’t worry, the others are coming too!
"Jason, what the hell?!" You burst into Penguin's office, ignoring the sights around you.
Jason glanced over at the fish tank before meeting your eyes, "Did I do something?" He tossed the umbrella around in his hands.
"Yeah, you pissed off your goody-two-shoes brother again. I warned you, I'm not getting in the middle of this shit."
"Hm…Dick called you then?"
"Tim, actually." Your eyes drifted towards the man struggling in the background. Jason took notice.
"He's still got another 30 seconds." You rolled your eyes and sauntered out of the room. Stopping briefly at the sound of water spattering against the floor.
**
A few hours later Jason walked into the apartment. "Well, I got it."
You didn't bother looking up from your laptop, "I had every faith, my dear. Did you talk to Tim?" The silence spoke volumes. "At least tell him not to bother me…" you mumbled.
"He can't help it. Thinks everyone deserves a second chance."
"I think most Gotham crime lords have well exhausted their second chances."
"Yeah, well, thank goodness they have me." Jason plopped down on the couch beside you, causing you to finally look up from your computer. You had forgotten how good he looked in that suit. Your eyes trailed up and down his form until they stopped on the bright red spot growing on his shoulder.
"Are you bleeding?" Pushing your computer aside, you pulled Jason forward to exam his shoulder. "I swear if you get any more blood on this couch, I'll kill you…" You got up, heading straight for the first aid kit.
"I feel like that's a bit counterproductive!" Jason called after you before examining his own shoulder. The silence was deafening as you mended his shoulder. "Alright, I can't take it anymore. I'll call Tim! But I can't promise that it will help."
**
Almost a week had passed before you received another call. This time it was Dick. "You realize I don't control what he does, right?" You didn't bother with pleasantries as you answer the phone.
"What?" Dick feigned confusion.
"Listen, even if I could, I'm not sure I would. Clearly, your way isn't working. He's dismantled half of Cobblepot's operation from his little stunt last week."
"He almost drowned him!"
"Yeah…almost." You hung up before Dick could argue with you further. "This is getting ridiculous!" You made sure Jason could hear you in the next room.
"Hey, I'm just glad he's not calling me!" Jason couldn't hide the smirk adorning his face, though he wasn't expecting the pillow flying in his direction.
"If Bruce calls me, I cannot be held responsible for my words or actions." You flatly stated as you leaned against the doorframe.
"I would pay to see that."
**
And it was as if you summoned the man himself. Not even a day later, Bruce's contact came up on your phone. "I'm so not dealing with this today…" you mumbled before ignoring the call. You should've known it wouldn't be that easy.
"Y/N?" You heard the voice calling out from your phone.
"Fuck…Bruce! What can I do for you?" Even you didn't recognize the voice coming out of your mouth.
"I want to talk about Jason."
"I am so shocked." The rancor quickly came back into your speech. "Listen, I'll tell you what I've told your minions. I can't control him."
"This isn't about control." The monotone voice grated your ears.
"It's ALWAYS about control with you. I trust Jason. I know he's doing what he has to. Hence why he didn't kill Penguin last week." Silence fell on the other side of the line. "And another thing, even if he had killed him. SO WHAT?! How many innocent people have died because of that psychopath? How many more because you refused to kill him? So either accept him as is or get out of the fucking way." Once again, you didn't wait for a reply. Though you were sure if Bruce could fathom one, he would've forced his way through. Your temper rose until you heard a burst of laughter coming from behind you. Whipping your head around, you saw Jason standing near the front door.
"Okay I only caught the end of that…but it absolutely made my life." His next burst of laughter placated your anger as you joined in the laughter.
Author: @wordsfromthesol
Taglist: togasbetch malfoys-demigod pricetagofficial
Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader
Summary: You're a detective at Bludhaven PD with Dick Grayson and when a serial killer your after starts hunting you down, you have no choice but to ask for his help.
Warnings: Kidnapping, stalking
Word Count: 2.3k
You had been working at Bludhaven PD for about 2 years before the hotshot Dick Grayson came on the scene. Though you had grown into friends or at least friendly coworkers…he annoyed the shit out of you. After all, everything seemed to come so easy to the pretty boy Grayson and you could count the number of times you had actually seen him at the station on one hand. Thankfully this happened to be one of those times because you had run out of options.
"Dick, can I get your eyes on this case? I'm been staring at these files for hours and can't find the pattern. Yeah, they've obviously got a type. But that's not enough to go on."
Dick briefly runs through the file before staring blankly up at you. "You can't be serious, right? You need to take yourself off this case."
"People are dying, Dick." You had already assumed you would get some pushback from the star detective.
"I can't let you go after this guy. You're an exact match to all 5 people they've killed." Dick attempted to reason with you, to no avail.
"Then I'm the exact person who should go after this guy. Rather it be me than some civilian." Finally, Dick relented and gave you some useful information.
"Well…everyone was taken near an abandoned subway line." He takes out a highlighter and marks up the map. You tried to mask your nervousness as the bright yellow line stopped a block from your apartment.
"Thanks…I didn't even notice that." He nodded, still apprehensive about giving you the information, as he handed the file back to you. Tucking the papers away, you decided to finish up the research at home.
As you sauntered home, you were barely able to keep your eyes open. Stopping at the crosswalk, you noticed a man staring at you in your peripheral vision. You swore he was the same man from five blocks ago. Surely you were just paranoid…right? You began weaving in and out of the crowd, making a complete circle back to the crosswalk. Yet there he was in the corner of your eye. This wasn't paranoia. This was real. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and pressed Dick's contact card.
"Hey, uhm…remember that case we were talking about today?"
"You mean literally 20 minutes ago? Yeah, I remember."
A nervous chuckle escaped your lips, "Well you were probably right." Dick could hear the shakiness in your voice.
"He's following you, isn't he?"
Your current situation momentarily left your mind as the words tumbled out of your mouth, bypassing the brain. "How the fuck could you possibly know that?!"
"Don't go home. I'm coming to get you." You wanted to plead with him to stay on the line, but your stubbornness got the best of you. Slowing your pace, you attempted to stay in the crowd and walked straight. How was Dick even going to find you? As soon as the thought danced across your mind, there he was, as if you summoned him from thin air.
"Y/N!" The familiar voice called out from the street. A deep sigh of relief flooded over you as you trotted over to him. Crawling on the back of the motorcycle, you didn't bother asking where he was taking you. Anywhere was better than here.
**
"Wow. Just wow." Dick shook his head in awe as he climbed off the bike, ushering you into the apartment building.
"It's not like I planned it." You tried to force the uneasiness from your voice.
"Right, of course not. You realize he had to have been following you for days now, right? He knows where you live. You can't go back there." You hadn't really thought about that, yet where were you supposed to go? You looked at him pensively, unable to form a proper sentence. "Looks like you're staying here then." The alacrity of the statement caught you off guard.
"I can't just --"
"Right right. So let's go antagonize the serial killer. Genius." The sheer amount of sarcasm took you aback, this was a completely different side of the infamous Dick Grayson than you were used to.
You glared at him as he opened the door to his apartment. "So dramatic…besides, someone has to stop him. He's already after me, so I'm the perfect bait."
Dick's eyes went wide. He looked at you like you had three heads before bellowing, "ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT!"
"Do you have a better plan?" Part of you hoped he would begin rattling off some convoluted trap. One that didn't hold your life in the balance.
"Well…not yet. But I'm sure we can think of something. Give me a few days."
**
A few days came and went and you were losing your mind in Dick's apartment. The worst part was, you were never alone. Dick or one of his family members was always by your side. You weren't quite sure how some 14-year-old kid was supposed to do anything if said serial killer showed up, but Dick was insistent.
Finally, you caught a break. Jason, your latest babysitter got called away on some emergency and Dick wouldn’t be home for another hour. Of course, Jason informed you to tell Dick he left just moments ago, which actually worked in your favor. You dialed Captain Holt on your phone and began to strategize. The captain wasn't keen on using you for bait either, but eventually, you swayed him. Everything was planned to take place tomorrow afternoon, a time Dick just so happened to be testifying in court.
"Y/N?" The confusion spread across Dick's face as he opened the door.
"I'm here!" You called out from the bedroom before stepping into sight.
"Where's Jason?"
"Oh, family emergency. But he left like two minutes ago. Nothing to worry about."
"Okay…" Dick didn't sound convinced.
"I also got a call from the captain today. He wants to meet with me tomorrow at 2." You tried to play it off as a casual request, but you knew it wouldn't be that simple.
"What? Why? We still haven't caught the psychopath…plus I have court tomorrow."
"Dick, I'll be in a police station. You can drop me off on your way."
Dick let out an exasperated sigh, "Fine. But I don't like it."
**
You were absolutely terrified, but you tried your best not to let it show through. After all, you asked for this. Dick still seemed uneasy, even as he dropped you off at the precinct. You wondered if he could tell something was wrong. Though there wasn't much he could do at this point, considering he was due in court by noon.
"Y/N. Are you sure about this?" Captain Holt questioned as you walked into his office.
"No. But something needs to be done. This guy doesn't just give up. So either I'm bait and we have a chance at catching him, or I die a horrific death for no reason. Not the best of options."
Holt nodded in understanding, "Well everything is set up. We have snipers in position around the perimeter of your apartment and a dozen plain-clothed in the vicinity."
"So hopefully we have a chance. What about near the abandoned subway entrance? That's how Dick thinks he's staying out of sight."
"Covered. We are ready to go on your command. Though I still think Detective Grayson should be informed of the plan."
"He's in court. So he couldn't help out anyways. The fewer people that know, the better. Let's move."
**
You arrived at your apartment without any issues, though you could feel a million pairs of eyes on you. With everyone watching you, it would be hard to notice one more face. Nevertheless, you persisted, attempting to go about your day in your apartment. The apartment that now seemed so foreign to you, though you had only been unexpectedly ripped from it a week ago.
As the day went on you began to feel more and more lightheaded. Normally, you would chalk it up to stress, but given the situation, you decided otherwise.
"Captain…"
"There is still no sign of him," he ignored the strain in your voice.
"I think…he's already…here." A crashing sound was left ringing through the earpiece.
"I want everyone on her position now! Get me a visual!" Captain Holt's booming voice commanded those around him. "Where are my snipers?!" An eerie silence crept over the line. "Shit." He mumbled before pulling out his phone. The dial tone appeared to mock him until finally the other end picked up.
"What happened?" The stringent words reverberated in the air.
"He has her."
"Goddammit. How did he get her out of the precinct?" Dick didn't wait for an answer. "Because she wasn't in the precinct. How could you let her be bait? You've seen what this guy does!" The anger was bubbling up inside him. Out of everyone, why you. Why did he have to go after you?
"I know."
"How long? HOW LONG HAS HE HAD HER?!" Two cops turned towards Captain Holt as Dick's voice echoed from the speaker.
"About a minute. From her apartment." As soon as the word left his lips, the line went dead. Holt buried his head in his hands. If there was any hope of finding her, it was Dick Grayson.
**
You woke up in a cold, dark, concrete room. "Well, guess that didn't work out as planned…" You mumbled to yourself, or so you thought.
"Really? You thought a bunch of cops in blue jeans could stop me? I've been hunting you for months. Along with the others. But you. You were my challenge. I memorized everything about you. Your favorite breakfast, your confidants, what time you call your family. Lovely little folks, by the way. And then you thought you could hideaway in that pathetic little Richard Grayson's apartment. The only reason I didn't take you then is because I didn't want to. What kind of challenge would that be? That would have diminished everything!" He carefully stepped around your chair, weaving your hair in and out of his fingers, until he turned to face you. "But now, here you are! My masterpiece! My coup d'etat!" His lips forced their way to yours. "Don't worry, my sweet. I'll take my time with you. After all, the grand finale demands perfection!" The crazed man turned on his heel and sauntered out of the room, leaving you with your own horrific thoughts.
It felt like hours had gone by before he returned. When he walked in, his eyes went immediately to your wrists and fingernails, which were now bloodied beyond recognition. "Now I wish you hadn't done that. Blood does not make for a spectacular fossilization." He walked around and surveyed the damage. "I guess it was to be expected though. After all, it wouldn't be fun without the challenge."
"You know, you keep saying that this is some big challenge, yet you gassed me and then tied me up. That doesn't seem like you are really challenging yourself."
"Simple-minded fool! Challenges are not always those of brute force. It took planning and timing to get you here. Those 4 snipers set up on the surrounding roofs? Had to get them out of the way. A delay in your communication device? Truly a necessity. And though you had the foresight to add a few men to the abandoned subway tunnel, they neglected to surveil the associated maintenance hatches. So you see, your perfect encapsulation proves to be quite the…" You noticed a slight furrow of his brow as the sentence broke. "Challenge. Now to finish preparing the resin!" Off he galloped, but you swore something was off. A slight change in his mood.
You heard several loud bangs before your captor fell backward through the door. Nightwing loomed over his grisly body. Then his eyes shot up towards you.
"I'm okay." The words were forced from your throat. With those two small words, Nightwing glared down towards the man and began throwing punch after punch. "STOP! Please!" You screamed out the words, shocked at the vigilante's ferocity. Nightwing's eyes slowly shifted towards you. It was as if a twinge of pain ran its way through his body as he crept towards you. Once close enough, his hands carefully cradled your face until finally, he spoke.
"I don't know what I would have done without you. Why did you do something so stupid?" You could tell he wanted to say the words out of anger, yet a euphoric aura surrounded them instead.
Still confused, you began to answer as he unbound your wrists and ankles. "He wasn't going to give up. This was our chance to catch him…"
"I would've found another way!" The words burst out of him louder than expected. Nightwing let out a sigh as he helped you out of the chair.
"Alright, Dick, I'm sorry." You glanced at him for a reaction...nothing. Worried he didn't hear you, you pushed the point further. "Guess I should be glad you weren't in court long."
Dick stopped in his tracks, finally realizing his mistake. "I…uh…left early." As the two of you got outside, there were a dozen cop cars already swarming the area. Two of the officers came up to meet you.
"Detective! Are you alright? What happened?!" The first began to raddle off questions, but Dick quickly deflected.
"You can find out later. I'm taking her to the hospital. Your man is inside, unconscious."
"I can still talk ya'know…" You mumbled as the officer ran off to inform the others of the new information.
"Yeah, but then you'd try to convince me not to take you to the hospital. And that's not going to happen. But don't worry, the captain is on his way there now. You'll get to regale the entire course of events with him."
It was almost scary how well he knew you. "You'll stay too?" The simple question caused an oversize grin to spread across his face, but all he did was simply nod.
I kinda finished it? There’s for sure going to be more to it, but at least you have been saved and not cast in a resin mold. I shall dream about the conclusive ending and finish it tomorrow.
