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Mushy ~ Nightwing

A/n: So I haven’t written in a while huh? Well let’s not dwell on that that... or the fact that this request came in like centuries ago didkdkdkd

Request: “(a member of the team) and dick are already in a relationship but neither bothered to tell anyone. whenever the two are with the team or (anyone really) they just keep each other company & don't interact much in front of people (both are content with this tho) so the team find out by walking in on them when they're alone at the base and being lovey dovey dorks 💙 (a bet may have been made among a few of the members)” by anon!

Word Count: 2600+

Warnings: Brief violence. Pain. Kinda graphic.

MASTERLIST

Dating was hard. So was being a super hero. Combining the two was a whole other level of ridiculous.

Dick had far too much experience with dating people he worked with. He had never been one to push separating pleasure from business if the opportunity arose, but Y/n always had been. They had watched Dick go through girlfriends one after the other - and it was always ruined by being a superhero. Seeing that Dick wasn’t one to be a player, and ended on good terms in all of those relationships, it was obvious that dating superheroes didn’t work. So when Y/n started to have feelings for him...

Listen having feelings for Richard Grayson was one thing. It was risky on its own. Dick was a great guy but he also had a lot of responsibility and it left little time for a relationship. Which meant that when Dick called Y/n out on their feelings, Y/n made him set immediate rules if they were going to date. He had to treat them like any of the other team - they could take care of themself, it wasn’t his job to take care of them. With that, no PDA. They couldn’t be coupley - it was distracting and if they didn’t end up working out it would mess up the team. Dick, more than willing to go through the relationship and try it out however it needed to go, agreed immediately. He had tried the open and adorable and flirty thing and it had failed, so why not try something new?

It was surprisingly easy. The two had already worked well before, but as they grew to love each other even more and learn more about the other, their trust and understanding grew. They went from functional to exceptional. Any team with both of them would succeed - no matter what. They didn’t have to talk, a simple touch or look and they understood each other. The team tried to communicate as much as possible and with Megan connecting everyone telepathically it wasn’t often needed, but when it was? Everyone was very grateful for the new dynamic duo.

As much as Y/n and Dick were very lowkey and casual, their growing connection went very noticed by everyone around them. It started with their closest friends of course, but very quickly branched out to even those who didn’t know them well. Even without the usual flirting and blushing and flusterness they were used to seeing with in-team dating, they had an undeniable chemistry. An energy, like a chord that tied them together. So thick and present that it was almost tangible.

They always sat and stood close to each other, and even if they never were touchier than with anyone else or didn’t explicitly move to be together, it was odd that they just happened to be side by side. Like they were subconsciously staying close by each other even if there was nothing going on. They came and left together a lot, usually passing it off as being engaged in some kind of conversation or plan. They usually went on patrol together unless they had a specific need for someone else or Dick was taking one of the other Robins for mentor stuff.

They just... clicked. And everyone could tell.

It became very normal for the two to be casual, even though they’d been dating only a few months. They went on dates, and the Batfam all knew they were dating of course - even without talking about it. They still had their domestic and romantic moments as well. They just got used to existing together. That was their love language.

That changed one day when Y/n got hurt.

Dick had been back at the compound. It was a big mission and Y/n had ended up with Tim. The two weren’t as fluid as Y/n and Dick, but they did have a certain flow that Bruce and Dick both thought would be a good influence for Tim. So the duo had set out, and for a while everything had been okay. It was only a recon mission - get intel, get out. They had underestimated security though and Y/n had barely pulled Tim out of the way of an arrow that sunk into a wood wall where Tim’s head had been.

The fight wasn’t too bad. The thugs were slow and awkward. They were used to Tim - this was Gotham after all and Red Robin wasn’t a new player in the game - but they had never seen Y/n before and as they were a super powered individual and not just a well stocked tool belt and incredible amount of smarts, the usual tricks that were used against the Batfam... didn’t work on Y/n.

The problem arose in numbers. There were so many of them, and it was far too soon that the two were outnumbered and back to back as even their combined efforts were not showing any openings to snag an upper hand. Y/n, whose powers were based on the flight their wings gave them, was not having an easy time maneuvering in such a small space as the thugs closed in. And they could have just flown off, but there were snipers on the roof and they couldn’t move fast enough to get out of range while also carrying Tim. They’d have been shot down. Even now it was risky - they were lucky they were in the cover of so many trees.

There was the sound of some kind of gun - not armed with bullets, as it soon became obvious, but anchors that caught Y/n’s wings and yanked. Hard. They dodged several of the things, but it made it even harder to fight while trying to hide their large target wings from such attacks while also fighting the other people. Tim eventually got caught up in the dodging, fighting, and trying to avoid messing up Y/n, and slammed into their back on accident. The space they both had was too small now and Y/n tripped, losing their balance. It left an opening for one of the anchors finally implanted into the side of Y/n’s right wing. All the person had to do was yank and they weren’t only thrown off balance - they were distracted by an incredibly sharp pain that wracked their entire body.

Dick was screaming in Y/n’s ear piece, something about back up coming and being careful and holding in there and- and something else, but Tim and Y/n couldn’t pay attention or respond. Tim was suddenly doubled up on enemies as another anchor hit the bottom of Y/n’s right wing, and then another hit their left finally. They were being yanked, this time in three very different directions. Not only the pain of being pulled like that, but also in near opposite directions - like being pulled in half - set their body on fire.

They were blinded by vision that was going white with agony, a scream ripping from them with every yank. It went from fighting to defending as they simply tried to pry off the anchors and push the other people away from them. But it was too much and another anchor caught them - this time sinking into their arm. Seconds later their opposite leg was caught too, and they couldn’t even move. Dick had gone silent and Tim had taken his place, screaming Y/n’s name. But they had been separated and he had his own problems to deal with.

In the end, backup got there just in time. Y/n had been caught in several places, and was immobile as they got the shit kicked out of them. Garth, M’gann and Zatana showed up in time for the rescue, finishing off the rest of the thugs and scooping Y/n and Tim onto the ship and away from Gotham. They all returned to the cave alive, even as Y/n had been very messed up.

It wasn’t long before Y/n was okay. They had been out of commission for about a week, more for psychological reasons than physical ones. The team had a healer now and Y/n had only let her in, wanting to be alone for a while to go through the course of events in their head and process what had happened. Black Canary had helped, and then they were back and just fine, if a little sensitive wing wise and a little jumpy when it came to missions.

Dick hadn’t seen his partner in a week. They had texted and called, but they had begged him to give them a second because they were having a hard time handling what had happened. Dick had tried to come out of costume and without the team, but things kept coming up - suddenly a week was gone. Y/n understood and soothed his worry and guilt, but it still didn’t change that when they finally were back, Dick was a little protective.

When one of the younger kids asked about it, Dick explained that as team leader he felt very guilty for being partly responsible for the harm that Y/n experienced that night. It was a good excuse, especially as everyone on the team cared very deeply about each other and everyone felt just as upset about Y/n being hurt as Dick did (if maybe a little less, as Dick was their boyfriend). Even as valid as it was, they all knew the truth. They couldn’t imagine what it would be like to watch someone you loved go through that, so everyone gave them as much space as possible.

It was early morning and everyone was either not awake, at school, or at work. Y/n had switched to online school, excusing it as being super sick. They usually bind their wings for public stuff and it was just fine, but with their new sensitivities it had grown from slightly annoying to suffocating and even painful. Not wanting to stay home and worry their parents, they had taken to doing school in the cave. Dick had graduated, so he no longer had school and he didn’t need to work so when he didn’t want to - he didn’t. That meant that even early like it was, Y/n was sat on the couch with their laptop, backpack, and notes out, wings stretch out and resting gently, when Dick entered the cave.

Immediately Y/n rose an eyebrow. “You never come over this early,” they pointed out.

Dick shrugged. “I know you’ve been having a hard time sleeping with your wings, so I gaurentee you slept in and haven’t eaten breakfast yet.”

Usually Y/n wouldn’t hesitate to call him out on such a blatant excuse to be around them, but honestly he was right and they were very happy to see him. On top of that, they hated to be alone and no one else was in the cave so they could be a little coupley without it being a big deal.

“Fine,” they relented. Dick, who had predicted as much, was already starting his work in the kitchen. Y/n didn’t bother him with questions or breakfast cravings - Dick knew their favorites and preferences. Instead they focused on class, headphones in and pen working across their sheet as they took notes along with the lesson. It seemed only minutes later when Dick appeared next to them. He set two plates down, and then left again to return with two glasses of orange juice as well. He set the glasses on the coffee table where he had put the plates before. Then he plopped onto the couch next to them. His arm went around their shoulders, holding then to him rather than just resting like they usually did. There was a desperation to it - almost like he was reassuring himself they were there at all.

Y/n didn’t give him crap for throwing them off balance and almost making them drop their laptop. They just readjusted and curled into his side. On one knee they watched the stream and on the other they balanced the plate they had grabbed. They ate as they watched and Dick watched with them. He snagged an ear bud and they listened together. When Y/n got confused - he could tell because they froze while eating - he would quickly explain it a different way and they’d nod before continuing.

Once they were done eating, Dick gathered the dirty dishes and left the couch. He cleaned it all up before returning with a large blanket. Y/n smiled as he settled next to them again, this time full pulling them almost into his lap. They chuckled, readjusting once again. “You’re being incredibly distracting Richard,” they teased.

Dick smiled softly. “How ever will you cope?”

They looked at him, an eyebrow quirked in an annoyed expression. Unfortunately their blush ruined it, especially as their lips curled into a smile. “I suppose I’ll tolerate you. Just a little.” They both chuckled and then leaned forward, stealing a long, gentle kiss. His hand rose to cup their face, thumb brushing their cheek and jaw over and over again. Comforting. Loving. They sighed into the kiss, melting into him completely.

Finally Y/n pulled away and they cuddled closer, Y/n’s head falling on Dick’s shoulder and their legs draped over his lap. They returned their attention to the class, Dick’s chin resting on top of Y/n’s head. He caught them up on what they’d missed while distracted by him and they laughed breathily. They were practically glowing as he held them. It was an incredible relief to be reunited after such a harrowing experience and time apart. Perhaps it was why they stayed like that even as the first class ended and the second started.

What they notice was that time was passing. They knew it logically, but both were immersed in the class and their own reunion and the relief and comfort and love they both felt - they didn’t even register the ticking of the clock or the rising of the sun, let alone Connor coming into the room to get some breakfast of his own.

Connor stopped in the doorway, surprised to see the couple so... coupley, I guess. There was something so tender and domestic about them cuddling up, chatting about class when Y/n needed it. Connor almost felt like he was walking into a personal bedroom, witnessing a very private and intimate moment. He had never seen them so like this, and his definition of love between them had become standing close and making eye contact while talking. This was a whole new level of precious.

When the shock wore off, a glowing grin took his place. Someone walked up behind him. “What are you-“ the voice that obviously belonged to Raquel cut off with a gasp as she noticed the same scene he had. “Oh my god.”

Connor chuckled. Y/n and Dick looked over just in time for Connor to hold out his palm, and Raquel, speechless, reached into her pocket and pulled out a ten dollar bill. She placed it in his hand and he smirked before going to make breakfast.

They had made a wager on whether Y/n and Dick were together or not. Interesting.

Dick smiled to himself. “We should do this more often. I like seeing their reactions to us.”

Y/n hummed, nodding. “Okay.” Their answer made Dick soften, and he sunk deeper into the couch like he had gone a little limp.

Raquel shook her head before moving to the kitchen with Connor. Now that she had gotten over her shock she was determined for breakfast as well. She simply looked at Connor and rolled her eyes. “Simp.”

Connor actually snorted in amusement. “You’re surprised?”

That made Raquel giggle. “Fair enough.”

”want a pretty femme under me while i squeeze her neck and rut into her with my biggest strap” THE HARLEY QUINN COMMENT. i’m gone. No because she would want the biggest strap too UHDHSHH elaborate pls id love to hear that for research 😁😁

🥀A/n: im going to platonically kiss u through the screen for putting this in my inbox i literally need to elaborate AURGH SHES SOOOO

🥀(based off this post)

🥀Cw: smut, fem!reader, wlw smut, strap, soorta size kink, bratty sub!Harley

🥀men and minors dni

now, Harley is very intelligent, but you can't tell me Harley wouldn't be soooo bratty- just for funsies! like she would try her best to piss you off, make you jealous, tease you and act all ditzy and airheaded when questioned about it all in the hopes of getting fucked stupid- and it works!!

she's sobbing as your silicone dick splits her in half, pawing at your tits and toying with your nipples while you fuck her until she's babbling- she's loud too, all whiny and pissed about how your going too slow, not fucking her hard enough, and the only way to shut her up is a firm hand around her throat- and oh does she love it

i just know Harley would drag one of your hands (that were placed so firmly on her hips just moments prior) up towards her neck, begging you with wide eyes to squeeze

"are you sure?" "toots, if you don't fuck me right now i swear-"

she loves being gagged, manhandled, slapped and fucked silly. her fave position is mating press, solely so she can simultaneously watch your tits jiggle and your cock slide in and out of her pretty pussy!

i also think she's partial to doggy style, Harley has a nice ass and she knows it. loves when your forcing her to arch her back, her ass rippling with every thrust as she drools into the sheets, your strap so deep inside her she's seeing stars

size is definitely a factor for Harley- not only does she want your biggest strap, she would want your weirdest and kinkiest strap too. she would buy one of those ridiculous monster cocks, tentacles, veins, ridges, the whole nine yards, and would beg you to fuck her with it

"o-oh! ffuck me harder, can y-you? please-" Harley babbles, holding up her legs with ease as you fuck her cunt with your strap. the sloppy thwap! of her pussy squelching around your silicone dick fills the room, only fueling your lust.

you tighten your grip on her neck, watching the nasty grin on her face widen as she struggles to breathe. you both know she's aching to be marked, covered, and painted in bruises from your rough treatment, and your happy to oblige. tears stream down her face from the addicting mixture of pain and pleasure as her mind grows foggy from her nearing orgasm.

your free hand trails down towards her clit, pressing down hard on her aching pearl. Harley's eyes roll back into her head as she squeals your name, makeup all smudged from crying. the tightening in her abdomen is almost unbearable, she's so so close-

your pace slows, and your grip on her neck loosens enough for her to take a few deep breaths. she lets out an indignant whine, trying to rock harder against your strap, but you keep to your slower pace. it's not enough to push her to the edge, but not too little for her orgasm to fade entirely.

"how many times have you cum tonight, honey?" your words are sickeningly sweet, but she knows that this is a test.

"ssssix..?" Harley slurs, looking up at your face and giving a dopey smile. "your so prettyy, 'need you s'bad, i wanna cum," she pleads, rolling her hips against yours.

you chuckle, leaning down to kiss her before speeding up your pace, rewarding her for her correct answer.

"good job, baby, you did so good f'me. you can cum again, now, how many times will that be?"

"s-seven- ffuck-"

"oh, good girl-" you speed up even more, circling her clit with precision. Harley's thighs clench as the cord in her stomach draws taught, and then snaps. her sobs and moans fill the room as her orgasm ripples throughout her entire body. she screams your name like a prayer, pussy drooling all over your strap as she squirts, covering your lower half in her slick.

as she begins to come down from her high, you coo softly, waiting for her to come back to the present. you know she gets lost in subspace more often than not, and needs a few minutes to recover. in that time, you slide out gently, admiring the slick and cum coating your strap.

"you okay, baby?" you whisper, and Harley nods.

"mhm. c'mere, i wanna cuddle," Harley pouts as you shake your head, removing your harness and standing up. "we should clean up first, you made a bit of a mess," you tease, and Harley whines, but obliges. you lean in to press a kiss to her forehead.

"i love you, y'know that?"

"yeah, yeah, toots, i love ya too. now let's get a bath running, i feel a little.. sticky- bleh".

sorry this is lowkey short n the ending is horrendous im fighting for my life trying to characterize her ♥️ i love you harley quinn you deserve the world but you'll have to accept my mid fanfics instead 😔

Big Spoon or Little Spoon?

Little spoon. Jason Todd little spoons and it's partly because he's touch starved (can you all tell I adopted this headcanon as canon?), but also because no matter where the bed in a room is located, he needs to be able to be in front of you, and face the door.

You need to be behind him, and he needs his arms free and able to grab his guns, or any weapon really, if anyone were dumb enough to break into the room, trying to catch him by surprise.

This becomes more difficult if there are windows involved, but he solves that by ensuring whatever safe house or apartment you stay at doesn't have a bedroom window. Dreary? Maybe. But it helps ease his paranoia if he only has to worry about one entrance way.

That's the only thing he'll admit to.

But he always relaxes in a loving embrace, the warmth of another person behind him, soft and slow breaths tickling the back of his neck, a relaxed and steady heartbeat against his back. The hold reminds him he's not alone, that he's loved and desired.

If you can, would you mind doing some fluff headcanons, about being domestic with Jason Todd? Perhaps timeline of him understanding he loves you, how he came to terms with that. The relationship growing, you two moving in together, if or how it leads up to marriage etc…

Jason Todd x Reader Fluff Headcanons

First Date

Jason hadn't been on many dates or any at all, so safe to say he was nervous when you two went on your first date. I'm talking - was up late looking up places to go, what to talk about, what types of dates were the best for first dates, did he bring you flowers? Did he bring you chocolates? Did he walk you to your door? Or would that be creepy?

He was not going to go to his family the others for advice. Dick would pull his weird, overly emotional, big brother gimmick and be hanging on Jason, wailing about how his little wing was all grown up. Despite being shorter and smaller than Jason. Tim would hold it over his head like blackmail till the day Jason died - again. Damien would find the whole thing ridiculous and give him weird, textbook, medical advice. And Bruce Wayne was notorious for not knowing how to properly show emotions, so that was out.

It left Alfred, who told him, and I quote, "Just be yourself, Master Jason." Safe to say Jason felt like he was back to square one.

He managed to settle on a day full of activities: he took you to lunch at one of his favorite little diners. He had known the owner since he was a little street rat, the woman used to collect all their leftover food and hand it out to those that would crowd around their back door. It was never a lot, but it was more kindness than any kid on Crime Alley was ever shown. No one messed with them, unless they wanted an army of angry, hungry street rats going after them.

The food was also really good. So there was that.

You ate lunch, and he found talking to you was easy. You laughed at his stupid jokes and he thought you were the most clever person he'd ever met. The banter flew naturally, and he found himself relaxing more around you than he had anyone in the past few years.

After lunch, whatever plan he had had gone out the window, and you two merely walked around different stores, stopping for ice cream, people-watching at the park, and talking as if you two had been close for far longer than you had. The date itself lasted for almost seven hours, and neither of you grew tired of the other.

Meeting His Family

Everyone was well aware of the number of people who wanted to grow close to any of Bruce Wayne's kids or wards to try and grow close to the elusive rich man. For some of them, it made dating hard.

You, however, did not care in the slightest who Jason's family was.

Initially, you had assumed he didn't talk to his family, considering how he avoided topics and discussions of them. You respected that, not wanting to pry. You had your own family issues that were a sore subject.

So the day he came to you asking if you'd like to have dinner at his father's house, you were a bit shocked to find yourself on the back of Jason's motorcycle, pulling up to the Wayne Manor.

After the initial shock wore off, and you passively scolding your boyfriend for being so vague about how to dress, you two entered.

You met Alfred first, and you were easily charmed by the kind yet no-nonsense man. He found you to be quite charming as well, someone kind and, from what he's seen, able to help Jason see the better days ahead, the better side of himself, and allow him grace at seeing the boyish smile Alfred worried he'd never see on the boy again.

Safe to say you had Alfred' approval, which truly, was the most important person to have on your side.

Surprisingly, you met Bruce next. He was, safe to say, awkward. He had learned of his son's partner literally days prior and was so worried about not only ensuring you weren't someone who was going to hurt Jason in any way but also wanting to ensure you were someone strong enough to handle Jason's... extracurricular activities even if you didn't know of them yet.

Jason was worried upon meeting Bruce freaking Wayne you'd panic, or not sure how to act as many people did upon meeting his father. You kept your cool though, and Jason could tell your minor disdain stemmed from how he had spoken of the man. You were standing between the pair, only speaking highly of Jason, how he was an amazing man despite all the... flaws in his past. Even Bruce knew that was a shot at him. Watching you so readily defend him against someone as influential as Bruce had Jason follow you with star eyes for the rest of the night.

Bruce realized, after a quick background search, he had nothing to worry about.

Meeting his brothers went off exactly how you'd think. Dick cried about his baby brother growing up and becoming a man, Tim was shocked someone would date Jason, let alone stay with him for longer than a week, "I mean, you've seen how he cleans up after himself!" Damien was more indifferent towards you, you were his brother's girlfriend, and he felt as if his opinions on you shouldn't matter. Though after you and Titus interacted so kindly he felt warmer to you than he had before, but that wasn't because he liked you.

Moving In Together

This happened gradually. You had clothes over at his place for whenever you spent the night, he bought you the shampoo, conditioner, and body wash you enjoyed, you had your own towel and washcloth set in his bathroom, a toothbrush in the holder.

Eventually, though, you talked about it because it was becoming pointless to pay rent for a place you barely went to.

That conversation was sparked when, one cold night, you found a stash of your favorite teas, honey, sugars, and cream in his kitchen, along with colorful mugs you knew weren't his. The small things he did to ensure you felt comfortable there made you know you were ready.

Moving the rest of your stuff over didn't take long - considering it felt like half of your stuff was already there. Moving in together did bring a few bumps and bruises, it was harder to hide that he went out for long periods of time and often came back with bruises and cuts.

You did get on him a lot about taking care of his dishes and clothes, but you two talked and came up with systems of ensuring the apartment stayed cozy and mostly clean.

That's all I have for it. I feel like living with him would be so nice.

Finding Out He's Red Hood

Okay, like I said, it's harder to hide how often he goes out and how often he has bruises and cuts and stitches.

You, also, are not an idiot.

The placement of where your shared apartment is, Jason's disappearances lining up with times the Red Hood is spotted out and about, the injuries he's sustained.

He was either the Red Hood or happened to be a goon fighting the Red Hood every night who never learned his lesson.

So... Red Hood.

You have to bring it up, cause he still thinks you're blissfully ignorant. He's the shocked Pikachu meme when you tell him. Can't even come up with a valid reason to deny it. So he doesn't.

You two talk, and he confirms what you already know, and then the panic sets in. You know his identity, one of the most important secrets he has as the Red Hood. Did you figure out about the others? Would you leave him? Would you threaten to spill?

You just shrugged, nodding at him with an, "Okay."

You had known for a while, you admitted and never knew if you should bring it up or not. Then you admitted how you'd been trying to study up on first aid, wanting to be able to help him anytime he got him. You'd bought items online to practice stitching wounds and had worked on making a stash of medical supplies in the bathroom, bandages, absorbent pads, antiseptic wipes, gauzes, etc.

You couldn't be his "guy in the chair", and you didn't see yourself joining him in the vigilante lifestyle (he also wouldn't have wanted you to do that), but you wanted to be there for him and support him however you could.

When He First Says I Love You

Like I mentioned before, he knew he loved you for a while, but never said anything. You had said it first, truly, and were respectful that he hadn't responded immediately. You knew of his past, his secret identity, his family, etc., so you knew that coming right out with an "I Love You" wasn't on his agenda.

But the day he did say it, that's exactly what he did. Came right out with it.

It was a cool day, rainy and cloudy. He had made you both hot chocolate, the kind Alfred taught him how to make, and you were both cozied up in his living room, watching some live-action adaptation of one of his favorite books.

You made a comment, voicing one of his thoughts, about how they left out some of the best comments from the book and it made the whole movie feel far quicker paced than it should have been.

You hadn't read the book, but he had ranted to you about it, telling you about his annotations and thoughts about the cast and directors and producers they had hired for the movie.

Your comment was proof enough you had not only listened to him rant and rave about the book, but remember what he had said.

As you were glaring at the TV with the credits rolling, he was staring at you.

And just said it.

"I love you."

A/N: Sorry if this didn't include everything you wanted, I ran out of free time and ideas! But I enjoyed what I did get to.

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Dc imagine #7

Killer Croc: *sun bathing in Park*

Child Reader: *sees Killer Croc* A dino!!!! *running to him*

Killer Croc: *Sees Child Reader running in a dino onesie and start to panic*

Child Reader: Mr. Dino!! Hi!!!!

Killer Croc: *Sits up* Whose child is this?

Killer Croc: *looks around to find no one*

Child Reader: *looks at him, wanting permission to touch him*

Killer Croc: *sighs in defeat* I guess I will stay here with until your parents come looking for you.

Child Reader: Yeah!!!! *hugs him*

Killer Croc: *internal panic*

Killer Croc: ...

Killer Croc: *slowly hugs back*

little edit i made for my men, jason and dick 🙂‍↕️

reblogs r appreciated <33

GUYS!

I’ve been inactive for awhile now and well, oOf. Y’all have sent in requests and I haven’t done anYtHing. In fOrEver.

My online school is kinda kicking my ass rn bUt I’m determined to come back, so!

SHIPS!

I’ve reached 100 followers and as a thank you and also to apologize for dying off, I’m doing ships!

Send me an ask describing yourself and I’ll ship you! Request which fandom you want a ship for and then describe yourself!

Example:

“Ship for Teen Wolf please? Male or female! I’m a 5’7 brunette INTP, ravenclaw who’s insanely sarcastic and pessimistic. I’m kind of dorky and bitter and I enjoy writing and reading. I’m fairly smart and pretty funny. Thx!”

I have no idea if that’s the right character limit for an ask? But you guys get the idea! So! Send away! I’ll be here!

Anxious

Platonic! Sara Lance x Fem!Reader

Warning: panicking, anxiety, robots

Summary: After a mission, you’re pretty shaken up. But Mother Hen Sara Lance is pretty good at helping out.

Requested by @tailah-haderson-gilbert

Prompts:

2. “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

18. “What’s the matter, sweetie?”

50. “This is girl talk, so leave.”

64. “Here, take my blanket.”

68. “Run for it!”

i love sara lance. thanks for coming to my ted talk.

Being part of the Legends was something you loved. You loved getting to save the day—no matter the time period—and you had some great teammates that were really like family to you. You were somewhat young so most of them definitely worried, maybe a little too much, for your safety but you spent your whole life using your telekinesis to get out of danger and it was no different. 

But sometimes things did get rough. 

You were laying on your bed, staring up at the blank ceiling as you recalled your latest mission. You only remembered so much.

You didn’t know what year it was exactly but the androids you were fighting were advanced enough to frighten you. You had just taken one out when other had knocked you to the floor. “Hey!” You exclaimed, propping yourself up on your elbows.

You jutted out a hand, intending to send the android flying back but it didn’t happen. Your telekinesis had faltered and you were helpless. You glanced to your side and saw most of your teammates struggling like you. 

You scrambled back, panic beginning to take over when you heard Sara call out, “Run for it!” 

Your memory was foggy after that point. From what you could remember, you had gotten knocked out. You just remembered waking up in the med bay and that was it.

You blinked the memory away, trying to do the same with your panicked feelings. After a few minutes, it seemed useless and you were just feeled with dread. You got to your feet and shuffled out of your room.

Sara had told you if you never needed anything to come to her and now seemed like as good a time as any. You peered into her room, knocking softly against the doorframe. “Y/N?” she asked, looking up from the book she’d been reading.

“We need to talk,” you sighed, rubbing your forearm, “well, can we? I guess?”

Sara looked at you worriedly. “What’s the matter, sweetie?” she asked as she moved aside so she wasn’t laying out on her bed anymore.

You stepped further in, taking seat down beside her. “I couldn’t relax. I was going to take a nap but, that wasn’t working,” you explained to her with a lackluster shrug.

“Gideon checked you out, you should be fine.”

“I am, I just...keeping thinking about our last mission,” you sighed. “Those androids and my powers malfunctioning and I was just so panicked! I froze! I was helpless, and they were getting closer and-“

“Hey, hey, calm down.” Sara cooed, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder as you had begun to hyperventilate. “They can’t hurt you anymore.”

“It’s not even that, I just...don’t want them to happen again. My powers have always been so uncontrollable yet I’ve always relied on them. What happens if they act like that again or somehow I lose them? Even temporarily?” You were visibly stressed and Sara could tell as she comfortingly rubbed your back, hoping to help calm you.

“You’re not alone you know. We may be a little dysfunctional-“ You chuckled lightly. “But we’re here for you and don’t think for a second we wouldn’t be there to help you.”

“Still I just-“

“You know, training you to fight is something I can do,” Sara announced, causing you to shoot her a glance. “Maybe it’d be useful.”

“You mean I could be a badass like THE Sara Lance?” You questioned, laughing ever so slightly. Sara playfully rolled her eyes just as you both heard the sound of someone knocking on the doorframe of the room.

“Is everything alright?” Ray asked, probably having heard you both from down the hall. You nodded slowly, giving him a smile.

“This is girl talk, so leave,” Sara told him, prompting him to quickly take the hint and head off, apologizing as he went. You both laughed it off before Sara extended the blanket she had at the edge of her bed out towards you. “Here, take my blanket.” You raised an eyebrow. “You can sleep here tonight, maybe it’ll help keep you calm. I’ve got a book to read anyway.”

You smiled in response as she got to her feet and flopped down into an open desk chair she had, reopening her book. She gave you a nod as you stretched out on her bed, pulling the blanket it over you and letting out a somewhat content sigh.

You still felt anxious about it all but less so. Sara was right. You were apart of a team and if Sara was going to teach you how to fight, things wouldn’t be so bad.

Plus her blanket was really soft.

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According to the team, you and Harry didn’t get along very well. You two always throwing snide comments at each other, you sometimes egging him on when he’s throwing things about the cortex, him doing every little thing he can to annoy you. It was getting to the point where it had started to affect the other team members

One night you and Harry were having one of your little tuffs when Cisco finally had enough “you know the sexual tension between the two of you is giving me a headache” he grabbed a piece of licorice from beside his computer and stuck it in his mouth as he got up “i’m just gonna go home and watch princess bride on repeat, you guys have fun”

“Cis- ugh” you watched him walk out of the cortex and sighed at the fact that he had just left you alone with harry. “See what you did” he said from his spot in front of the clear board. You scoffed and put down the ipad you were holding “What I did? What about what you did? If you didn’t yell all time-“ he cut you off, capping the marker he was holding “Maybe I wouldn’t have to yell all the time if you would stop being a brat and just listen to me!”

You unconsciously stepped closer to him, feeling your anger rise “I’m not a little servant you can just command whenever you feel like it” you spit out “You can’t just bark orders and expect me to be like ‘yes sir’ “ you batted your eyelashes as part of your little skit “ ‘whatever you want sir’ ‘anything for you sir’ “

You dropped your act “that’s not how the world works Harry, this may be a bit shocking but it doesn’t actually revolve around you” both of you were breathing heavily at this point, you blinked and realised that you were quite closer to the man in front of you than you thought. It was quiet for a few moments, the only sound filling the silence was the rapid breathing coming from the two of you.

“You wanna say that again, y/n?” He finally spoke, his voice noticeably deeper this time. “Go ahead, tell me that this isn’t some stupid little act to hide how you really feel about me” He took a step forward and you took one back

“You think i don’t notice how every time i get even a little bit closer to you that i can practically hear the way your heart just pounds, hmm? maybe that’s why you act like such a brat all the time, you don’t want me to know just how excited i make you” your back hit the wall, as you looked up at him with wide eyes

“Because i know you drive me absolutely fucking crazy, y/n” he was inches away from you now, his breath fanning across your face. “And it’s taking everything in me not to rip your goddamn clothes off and take you in the middle of this cortex. Right here. Right now” his hands were on either side of you on the wall, caging you in as his eyes searched your face. Your breathing was even faster now as you and Harry stared at each other, neither one wanting to make a move for fear of the moment ending.

Harry was standing so close to you now, that you could feel his bulge pressing against your hip. You shifted under his intense gaze and could feel his hips slightly bucking into yours at the friction. “Feel that sweetheart? Hmm? See what you do to me?” He spoke in a low tone. Harry shifted and wedged his knee between your thighs, pressing it deliciously against your clit and you gasped as he started to slightly rub against you.

“That feel good, y/n?” Your mind went slightly foggy, at seeing you weren’t able to conjure up a response Harry pressed harder. Your hands gripped his sides bringing his body closer to yours “Harry” you breathed. The man pulled back from where he had rested his forehead against yours “I need to know that you want this” he said as his knee stopped, but he didn’t pull away. “What?” You panted just wanting him to keep touching you, anywhere, everywhere.

“I need you, to tell me that you want this, y/n. If I don’t hear a yes from those pretty little lips, i’m not gonna touch you anymore” your lips parted “Yes” you quickly answered “Please Harry, I want this. I want you” you swore you saw a flash of a smile across his face before he captured your lips in his. Harry’s kiss was rough and passionate and it left you wanting more and more as he kissed down to your neck.

His hands slowly slid down your sides and hooked his fingers in the waistband of your pants, teasing you. “You want it sweetheart?” He mumbled against your neck as your hands gripped his arms. “Harry please” you whimpered. At that Harry slowly slipped his hand down, pressing his hand against your wet pussy and groaning at the feeling.

“Look at that baby, you’re soaked already and I’ve barely touched you” he pressed a kiss to your jaw “I can only imagine how fucking good you’re gonna taste” He wrapped a strong arm around you pulling you flush against him as he started to rub your clit with his fingers.

You tilted your head back against the wall and let out a groan at the relief that the friction was giving you. You could hear the wet sounds coming from in between the two of you as Harry worked his fingers and it only made a new wave of arousal wash over you.

“More” you gasped out, bunching up Harry’s shirt in your fist “More what sweetheart? Use your words” his signature smirk spread over his face. “I just” you cut yourself off with a moan “want your tongue” you finally got out as Harry’s smirk spread even wider “Good girl”

The brunette sunk down to his knees in front of you, taking off his glasses and setting them on the floor beside him. He trailed his hands down your sides before sliding your pants down your legs and tossing them behind him. “Fuck you’re soaked” he groaned as he saw the growing wet spot on your underwear. He ran his thumb over the spot, making you gasp at the sensitivity before he pressed his lips against your clothed clit.

He moved the material to the side, licking a stripe up your clit. Your hand grasped a handful of his hair at the sensation, desperately wanting more. Harry pressed a kiss to the spot before finally pulling your underwear down your legs and throwing the garment behind him too. He wrapped a hand around your ankle and gently moved your legs apart, pressing a kiss to your pelvic bone before tilting his head and sucking on your clit.

Your hand once again fell to his hair as his mouth licked and sucked on the current most sensitive part of your body. He hummed against you and your hand tightened pulling him closer to you if it was even possible at that point. “I knew you would taste good, I just didn’t know it would be this good” he mumbled, half pulling back to speak “really?” You panted

He gave a particularly hard suck on your clit before answering “Baby, I’m addicted” at that sentence another wave of heat and a weird sense of pride shot through your body. You started to feel your orgasm approaching and your breathing quickened, Harry could see it too. He looked up at you through his lashes and moaned at the sight above him, your face was flushed, beautiful chest heaving, your head was thrown back against the wall in pleasure and your lips were slightly parted as pants and moans poured out.

Harry swore he could just cum at the mere sight of it as he closed his eyes and worked faster, helping you reach your climax. “You wanna cum sweetheart?” He said from below you. Your hand clenched and unclenched in his hair at the thought of cumming on his tongue “Yes, please Harry, god I wanna cum” you rushed out feeling it draw closer and closer.

Harry slipped a finger inside pumping it in and out before adding another, the wet sounds getting even louder now. At the feeling of Harry’s fingers combined with his tongue, your core tightened the pleasure this man was giving you pulsating throughout your body. As you teetered on the edge of your orgasm Harry pulled back to watch you come undone, still pumping his fingers in and out of you.

“That’s it y/n, let go for me, you can do it baby” he encouraged as you let out a loud moan, clenching and unclenching around his fingers. “Fuck” Harry whispered under his breath as he felt your cum gushing over his fingers, curling them to make your climax all that more pleasurable. As you finished, he leaned forward and swiped his tongue over your pussy, licking up all of your release.

When he was done he pulled away and you watched as he wiped his glistening mouth with the back of his hand. He slowly got to his feet, both of you slightly panting as he rested his forehead against yours. “That was” you panted “I know” he said as he swallowed. A few moments of silence passed before he added “So, still hate me?” “Shut up” you playfully said as you put your other shoe on. You grabbed your coat, shutting everything off before grabbing Harry’s hand “Where are we going?”

“Well, did you want me to return the favor or not?” You cheekily replied as you pulled him into the elevator “Oh I like where this is going” he smiled as he pressed you into the wall, planting a kiss on your lips as you laughed.

The children are dead

pt 2 of Damien x Ghoul.sib reader

──► as the two siblings grow ever so closer bonded by the cold love of their 'adopted' family and the monstrosity of their past , life throws them another unyielding cruelty that breaks them both entirely.

Tw : major character death , child neglect , revenge

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part 1 , part 3

I'm done dreaming.

ACT I

It was late December , the air around the manor was grim and chilly , nothing but haunting and a grim reminder that life was harsh and would never be easy. Damien clenches his fingers within his gloves as he attempts to soak up what little warmth he had.

Bruce and his other siblings stood before him in the patio , discussing events pertaining to last night's stake out. Damien tunes out their annoying , scratchy voices, but his eyes trained to every other possible corner of the room searching for them.

The grandfather ticks by, and the conversation turns dull , he had to hold himself exactly ten times from clawing Dick's eyes out whenever he'd call him a demon spwan or ask him who he's planning to kill. He's at his bloody wits until he see y/n's figure limping in.

Damien pushes back his chair and immediately launches himself towards them. They didn't have to convey words as his eyes already gave away how bloody worried he was with them. He can hear Bruce and the others calling him back, but he can't give a bloody damn about them right now.

He watches as y/n's bloody form lean against the doorframe as they slide to the ground like a limp leaf . Damien kneels with them and place his hand on their bleeding stomach - it was a big gash like a vicious creature took a bite out of them.

" Oh my God, we need to get them to a doctor-" he could hear Stephanie say from behind him, and Damien has never unsheathed his sword any faster . " Shut the fuck up and leave them alone " he growled.

The last time y/n went to a doctor , the medicine they used on them caused them to turn into a ghoul for three days straight - for three days his precious sibling was forced to be driven to insanity as their ghoulish form fought with what little human control they had left to suppress themselves from consuming humans.

His poor sibling wore ghoulish scratch marks on their arms and cheeks for months after their attempt at manhandking themseleves . He can see in the distance Tim opening his big trap to give his unwanted opinion, and Damien sneered at him . His sibling couldn't heal from their medication in his own world , hell - no medication could heal them , they had to hope to God they regenerated fast enough.

" Fuck off Drake " he sneered before crouching before y/n once again.

" What happened ?" He questioned them as he pressed him hand onto their wound to stop the wound from gushing even more blood. " Ran into another ghoul - no - he was an investigator from my world that kills ghouls like me - the undefeated ghoul investigator , Arima," they explained through coughing fits.

Damien stilled. He now knew the gravity of how extremely grim the situation became , the white reaper of his siblings' universe has come to end their demise . He remembered y/n talking about him , about how Arima possessed superhuman strength and his immense 'hatred for ghouls' lead the man to kill hundreds if not thousands of ghouls in his 18 years of occupation.

Y/n gave him a small smile . " I'll be okay," they reassured him . Damien just held them as he ignored the outside world.

Oh, how he wished he didn't believe them that night .

ACT II

January 6th , the night was quiet, and still , the moon casted its opulence across the streets of Gotham. A simply routine was instilled tonight , everyone had a simple stake out tonight .

It was the first night in years Damien and y/n hadn't been with each other on a mission for years - something he'd live to regret later . He found it suspicious, but Bruce insisted he needed to join him tonight to test him out as Robin and y/n had persistently encouraged him to go.

So here he was following Bruce from rooftop to rooftop as they stalked some of Joker's henchmen . For the last hour or so , Damien had checked in on y/n , and they reported they were doing okay and had just arrested some petty thrives for the night.

The hour was coming to an end , and so far, everyone but y/n reported in . Damien grew anxious , and y/n was always a timely person, so for them to be late was entirely unheard of.

Bruce reassured him that they were fine but that didn't stop the nagging feeling in his stomach and it's not like Bruce ever cared about your existence to begin with - only cared you did what you had to do and the thought of it pissed him off.

Damien was now finishing up wrapping up his grappling hook when y/n's frantic voice buzzed through his intercom . " Help me - he's - come quick " came their frantic voice through the static. Damien felt dread weighing like lead through his veins as he clutched onto his own intercom.

" Y/n are you okay ? Where are you ?" He asked frantically but was only left with static. Damien immediately began to leave when Bruce stopped him.

" Damien y/n isn't important right now we have more important things to worry about " Bruce or rather batman says and he held his son by the shoulder . Damien harshly yanked it off . " Leave me the fuck alone - I am going to them and you aren't stopping me " He yells as he grappled off the roof.

Batman calls after him, but Damien ignores him as he grapples his way to the other side of Gotham city . His heart beats heavy in his chest as he appraches your last known location only to see the building left in ruin.

Blood splatters were everywhere, and ruins were left anew . " Y/N !!!!" He shouted as he grappled around the area , eyes frantically looking for your figure . He begs , prays to whatever God out there that you're safe as he continued further as he observes more buildings left to ruins.

Ruble covered the area as far as the eye can see , not a living soul in sight. Damien kept calling your name out , tears practically falling down his face as he continued searching.

Minutes ticked by dreadfully until he finally spots you. Your bloody figure lays there in a bed of red spider lillies. Damien lets out an ear, piercing scream at the sight . With shaky legs and arms, he approaches your figure . Your figure layed still as a gentle breeze blow, causing the spider lillies to brush up against your form like a warm blanket .

Damien holds your form with shaky hands as he keeps repeating no's over and over. Your dead brown human eye stared at him , soulless and unmoving while your beautiful red eye had a jaggery, long sword piercing right through it . Your right arm and both your legs were missing , but still - in the moonlight , you looked calm.

Damien grew quiet as he layed his head on your chest , no longer can he selfishly listen to your heartbeat and relish in the familiar love you bestowed upon him. No longer would he be able to share a laugh with you , your pain , your burdens , your bitter coffees to your exhilarating training.

He would no longer have any of those as now you lay dead , robbed from his safe embrace because life was too cruel and unforgiving and had to take away the one good thing he had his life.

He no longer felt angry at the world. No, he felt awake and mad . Be prepared , Gotham , for tonight two children died and your long awaited recogning is comming with nothing but cold , bitter , unforgiving blood shed.

A crow in the distance let out a war cry as Damien kisses your forehead one last time before the spider lillies cover your form one last time , shadong your innocence from the raging hell Damien is about to bestow upon the world.. A gentle breeze blows, and Damien unsheathes his sword, ready to bring destruction and ruin to the world.

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prepare to be

awaken.

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Money cant buy everything

A/N: this is base on a movie i watched on netflix the title was ‘Indecent Proposal’

Warning: swearing

You and Bruce decided to attend a gala thats been hosted by Vincent Beaumont basically a rich guy who wanted to surround himself with even more rich people and who better more to invite than the famous bruce wayne oh and it doesnt stop from there oh no he also invited the 'crown jewel of gotham' a nickname the press started calling you the very day you and bruce got married anyway normally you and bruce wouldnt go to these events or we would just leave early if the kids were with you and just use them for a reason you really did not want to go to the gala but bruce has been offered a deal and apparently he needed to 'take a look at it' honestly you dont know what wayne enterprises needed more than we already had well to make this 'less' boring you decided to bring the boys with you.

So here you are now in yours and bruce's room getting ready and still deciding on what dress would suit you more, although your hair and makeup was done you just couldnt choose between the dresses

"Hey hot stuff" a nickname you call bruce sometimes, women would just fawn over him billionaire bruce wayne former playboy, shrugging of the image is harder than it looks like i mean women are still fawning over him but ofcourse you would never let them take your brucey away (not that he would ever be fawned over)

"Red or blue?" You told him holding up the dress in both hands he turned to look at me he was already in his suit looking as handsome as ever jeez honestly he could be in his pajamas and would still look handsome.

He started to walk towards you as he looked at both dress then smiled "you know you can wear either of these and you'd still look as gorgeous as ever"

You laughed as you lay down the dress at the bed then wore the dress that you picked "oo you smooth talker" you told him as you smirked then went to look at yourself at the mirror smoothing out the dress.

"Only for you" bruce said as he hugged you from behind his chest at you back and placed his head at your shoulder it was small moments like this that would make you fall more in love with bruce if that was even possible 

You smiled then turned around fixing his tie "Lets get this over with you and the boys still have patrol later and i wouldnt want my favorite people in the world to get too tired" you looked him in the eyes then pecked his cheek while you get your purse then walked towards the door

"Ill just check on the boys" you told him as you give him one last glance before exiting the room .

You walk down the stairs to already hear shouting from tim and damian

"DAMIAN GIVE ME MY TIE" you heard tim yell as they chase each other around the house

"NOT UNTIL YOU GIVE ME BACK MY COAT" you heard damian yell back ahh these kids will be the death of you one day when they finally saw you coming down damian threw tims tie at his face as tim also threw the coat at damians face

"HE STARTED IT" you hear both of them yell  at the same time you laugh as you fix their clothes then hugged them.

"I swear i cant be mad at you two when your acting all cute" they both rolled their eyes neither admitting that it makes them happy when their mom babies them

"I WANT A HUG TOO" you hear someone scream from the stairs you look at the stairs and see dick running down the stairs then joining the hug

"Hello to you too dickie" you tell him as you ruffle his hair then kiss his head you let go of the boys to look around only to find baby #2 missing.

"Wheres jaybird?" You told them as you suddenly hear footsteps walking down

"Im here im here" you saw him go down the stairs

"Looking as handsome as ever i see" you told him as you also kiss his forehead then patting his chest, well the handsomeness does run in the wayne family i guess i mean look at those little cuties!

"Ok your dad is most probably waiting outside already lets go" we walked  to leave the manor then finally see bruce's loving gaze you smiled at him then pecked him on the lips before going inside the limo followed by the boys

The ride going to the gala was quiet a comfortable slience no one talked most probably getting ready to whatever chaos the paparazzi will do, once you finally arrived you sighed then exited the car  the boys were already blocking the flashes of the camera for you while bruce offered his hand to you while smilling.

"Such a gentleman Mr wayne" 

"Only for you Mrs Wayne"It brings you back in the day when you and bruce got married you guys couldnt stop calling each other 'Mr wayne' and 'Mrs wayne'!

You take his arms as you finally entered the gala you swear you saw the eyes of the women in the room become a dollar sign and the men glance at your body while the younger women glanced at baby #1 and #2 then dick giving them a wink the girls almost fainted when he did !

"Ah Bruce Wayne pleasure to see you here!"

"And to you Vincent" the man wasnt that old maybe just around bruce's age he switched his gaze from bruce to you the boys who was behind you already glaring at the man

"Mrs Wayne your even more beautifull in personal" he had that look in his eyes that any men had when they lay their eyes on a woman of their liking, lust

Bruce  tightened his grip on your arm ooooo Jealousbat is showing again it wasnt often that bruce would get jealous usually its when men are around or eyeing you like crazy.

"Come join me at the casino table Ive been losing all night maybe you would bring me luck Mrs Wayne" 

"Oh id rather stay with my husband and boys"

"Just for one game? Ill make sure its worth your time" 

"......one game i guess but i bet my husband would like to join" this guy was just very off, bruce would surely understand why your dragging him into the situation 

"Boys you can go around a bit in the gala but dont cause trouble im looking at you dick if i see another woman crying in front of our house i swear to god" 

"Yes mom" they all said in unison glaring at vincent before going around the event

"Come come the casino is this way" he ushered you trying to get a hold of you but bruce holds you closer and feeling comfort beside him

Once you reached the casino table the man hands you the dices you let go of bruce for a moment (he doesnt like admitting it but he always mentally whines when you arent beside him) as vincent betted 100 million 

"Just like that?" 

"Just like that"

Vincent smirked as he heard the numbers that was needed to win, jeez what a show off  you and bruce didnt really like bragging about your money you also taught your kids not to brag or how luck they are and that  they should also use their advantages to help other people

"Ok 9 or 11 get it the money is all yours" the man said the crowd was suddenly forming around the table interested on if you really were luck, as you were about to throw the dice vincent stopped your hand as he looks at you

"Arent you forgetting something?" He told me i held the dice in my hand kissed it then threw it on the table once i looked what number i got the crowd started roaring with suprisement

"See you are luck" vincent said to you, you didnt pay any mind to him as you frantically look for bruce around the table once you saw him you went to him then embraced him

"You know Bruce you have something i dont” Vincent said as he approached the two of you 

“and that would be?” 

“well you see both of us are very rich but you have her”

Vincent said as he looked at you once again there was lust in his eyes and desperation if you will man this guy really doesnt get the clue

“you cant buy Love” 

“oh really?” vincent told you as he smirked then turned his attention to bruce who was holding my hand tightly

“Bruce what if i told you id give you my entire company”

“But in return......” 

“one night with your wife, just pretend its real”

he smirked obviously it IS real he just wants to see what bruce will say to him obviously he thinks bruce is another man that can be wooed with power and not knowing your bond with Bruce is invincible and that nothing could break it.

“He would tell you to go fuck yourself” you told vincent before bruce can even get a response.

“i didnt hear that from him” he turns to Bruce obviously not believing that he would actually say that, you see Bruce’s hand clench as he glares at him 

“i would tell you to go fuck yourself” Bruce told him Vincents eyes widened in shock obviously expecting him to say ‘deal’ or ’sure’ since Bruce did have a reputation of being a playboy Vincent thought Bruce would just get another wife and that all he wanted was power

“w-what? come on man surely you can find another whore out there to fuck let me have her” he told him Bruce lets go of my arm as he grabbed the man by the collar gaining attention from the people around you

“listen here you scum i wouldnt give up my wife for the world and i dont really appreciate you calling her such word and need i remind you if we are talking about power the wayne enterprises is far more powerfull than you company” 

“o-okay man pl-please let me go” Bruce lets him go as he inhales deeply suddenly you here a scream going towards you 

“ YOU BASTARD” you see damian going through the crowd then punching the vincent face repeatedly until he got knocked out since he was on the floor it was easier for damian to reach him

“Oh my god dami stop!” you tell him as you grab him then pulled him towards you hugging him in reflex as he calms down 

Suddenly the rest of the boys join you and looks at the man knocked out on the floor as the screams of other party goers were loud

“What happened!?” Dick asked as he looked at the man on the ffloor with a broken nose Damian told the boys what happened and you can also see the anger in their eyes How dare this guy call their mom such a name!

“oh” Dick said as he turned his attention to the man at the floor then kicked him

“there now he also has a broken rib” Dick said as he laughed join by the other boys it wasnt often that any of them would laugh like that but here they are, you sigh a little embarrased on what happened, you turn you attention to bruce as he walked toward you and the boys

“i think we should go home” Bruce told you guys as he held your hand and turned his loving gaze at you and mouths an ‘i love you’ all the boys agreed to go home 

once you got home you treated Damian’s bruised hand and helped alfred make the boys’s favorite dish

“Im sorry for losing control” Bruce told you as you changed into your sleepwear and the boys get ready for their patrol you turn to him then walked towards him and gave him a kiss

“to be honest i already expected it to happen i couldve done it myself but suddenly Dami goes running to this man” you laugh as you remember the scenario its cute how the boys are also protective like their father you gave him a last hug as you finally let go

“now go out there and kick some asses” i told him he smirked then walked out the room

Sure enough the news next day were all about ‘not to mess with the wayne family’ since then no one ever even dared to make a move on you

I’m single-handedly trying to fight off the writers block and writer fatigue I’m subjected to currently…

‘Sweetheart, what’re you doing?’ Jason asked as he watched you place a plastic light up black candle between a werewolf skull and a glow in the dark zombie figure upon your window sill.

‘It’s Halloween season.’ You replied.

Jason cackled. ‘Chipmunk, it’s September 1st! You’re early to start decorating the apartment with fake skulls, skeletons and pumpkin decorations.’ He found your love for the spooky holiday adorable as he did hilarious, especially when he woke up at 3am to you stringing up bat and autumn leaf lights across the headboard of your shared bed, muttering under your breath. ‘It’s spooky time, the chill in the air is the first sign as the leaves become a gorgeous golden.’

You pouted, looking over at Jason, dressed in your matching scooby doo pyjamas and matching slippers of the talking Great Dane.

‘Jason.’

‘Yes.’

‘My sweet, sweet jaybird.’

‘Yes?’

‘Look me in the eye,’ Jason does as you say as he loved looking within them whenever he could and will take any opportunity to do so anyway, ‘do I look like I care? No, it’s spooky time, now help me hang this motion sensor hanging skeleton near the door, dick hates it but i think it’s funny seeing him scared shitless.’ You told him with the up most seriousness as you help out the decorative piece out towards him as he smiled.

‘As you wish my spooky chipmunk.’ Jason cooed as he pressed a kiss to your cheek before taking the skeleton from your hand and made his way towards the door, for just like you he loved seeing dick scared shitless by it, it was too good of an thing to not watch as Dick’s soul almost come out of his body for the tenth consecutive time.

Halloween might become his favourite holiday if this is what he got to experience each time with you.

Making out with the Joker would include :

(Woooo more nasty prompts! WOoo the Joker 😏 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original)

-Him usually starting it as he simply couldn’t let go of your lips the moment you’d try to back away from his kiss

-Him showing his possessiveness by gripping your cheeks and reaching to your hair as he sloppily delves his tongue into your mouth

-Him laughing and smirking maniacally to hear your little moans and whimpers, only to tell you to breath in and out in between kisses

-Him pulling you tightly to him and if he can pulling you to sit completely on his lap as his hand travels down to feel your body

-Him nipping and bitting at your lips simply because he wants to hear you moan and beg for more

-Him occasionally making you feel his scars, only to laugh and start kissing you again, seeing how needy you are

-Him gripping your hair to pull you back just to ask you who do you belong to, only to be satisfied once you say what he wants to hear

-Him getting rough and tearing your shirt to attack your neck and chest, only to hand you his jacket to cover yourself whenever you are both done

-Him gripping your waist to control the way you would grind up against him

-Him always leaving hickeys and bite marks to make everyone realize that you’re his

Family

Hello! Can I have a one-shot where Bruce Wayne takes in the reader because they've been through a traumatic experience? And the reader won't leave their room in Wayne Manor, because they're really scared, so Alfred comes in and talks with them and comforts them? Sorry if that's confusing. Announcements: I'm sorry it took so long but I really hope you enjoy! Warnings: Mentions of parent death and blood. You couldn't remember much from that night. Mostly just screams, both yours and your parents'. And blood, so much blood. No matter how many showers you took its like it was soaked into your skin. Your parents' deaths didn't make the front page, of course not. This was Gotham, there were new orphans and widows made every day. You would have been killed too, if it weren't for the Batman showing up and saving your life. A few days later, after a hastily done funeral, you were adopted. By Bruce Wayne, no less, Gotham's most eligible bachelor. He was a nice man, but you had only met very briefly, before he was called away for business. His butler, however, was wonderfully kind and showed you to your room. Ever since then, however, you hadn't left, you just couldn't bring yourself to get up from the safety of the bed. Every tick of the clock in the corner of the room sounded like gunfire. You tried blinking back tears, but they wouldn't stop coming. You couldn't stop replaying the night over and over again. Watching them die, over and over again. All of a sudden, there was a light knocking at the door. You shot up and furiously wiped away the tears on your face, "Come in," you shouted hastily, your voice breaking. Slowly, the heavy wooden door creaked open, revealing the worried looking face of Alfred. You gave a weak, unconvincing smile and waved him inside, "Hey, Alfred, what can I do for you?" He walked inside hesitantly and stopped a few feet before your bed. He looked at your puffy face with worried eyes, "Oh dear, here, I brought tissues." Alfred held out his hand, holding a big box full of tissue goodness. You sighed gratefully and accepted the gift. After a moment you looked back up at him. "Is-thank you for the tissues- uh, did you need anything? I'm assuming you didn't come in here to give me tissues," you chuckled quietly, "I'm not trying to shoo you out or anything, I'm just, y'know..." You trailed off, not really knowing how to say you just wanted to cry until you couldn't anymore. Alfred smiled sympathetically and gestured to the empty space next to you on the bed, "May I?" You nodded yes and scooted over to give him more room. He sat down and looked a little awkward. After a moment he turned to you and started speaking, "Y/N, I've just noticed that you haven't come down from your room for, well, ever since you've come to live here." You looked up at him guiltily and nodded, "Yeah, I know, and I'm sorry about that I-I am. I don't mean to offend you, or Bruce, I mean I really appreciate what you have done for me and I could never thank you enough... it's just that... I don't know," you paused, "It's like everything stopped when they... When they died," you squeezed your eyes shut as you continued, "It's like the world stopped moving and all I can think of is them dying, over and over again. I don't feel like I'm even here anymore, just stuck in that moment," you chuckled humorlessly, "It's like a bad movie, stuck in a loop you can't escape." Alfred listened to you talk and gave you another tissue afterwards. It was quiet for a few minutes, the only sound was you sniffing. After the long silence, Alfred finally turned to you, "Many years ago, when Master Bruce was just a child, he too went through similar events. I saw how it devastated him, and I promised him that I would do everything in my power to help him though those trying times. The point is, I will be here for you, and so will Master Bruce, whenever you need us. No one should have to go through this, much less go through it alone." You could feel fresh tears stinging and threatening to fall once more, but this time it was because you knew that Alfred was telling the truth. You looked over at him, and then back to the box of tissues in your hand. Squeezing the box in your hand, you closed your eyes, "I miss them so much, Alfred," In a flash he was right next to you and embraced you in a warm hug, "I know, I know it hurts and I know nothing could ever replace them, but we're here for you, always." That's how the two of you stayed for a few moments, until finally the hug broke and you were filled, for the first time in weeks, with something other than nothingness, you were happy, at least a little bit. You finally felt like getting out of bed, at least for a meal, to be honest you hadn't eaten much these past few weeks. Alfred stood up and straightened his coat and held out his hand. Looking at it a moment, you mentally hyped yourself up before grabbing it lightly and slipping onto the chilly wooden floor. "We better get going," Alfred started, "I believe Master Bruce will inhale everything I've prepared for dinner if we're too much longer." You chuckled and let him lead the way. Pausing at the door, you looked back at the disheveled mess you had made of the bed, and then forward to the smell of a warm, home cooked meal. Yeah, you thought, maybe everything would turn out to be ok. Smiling slightly to yourself, you pushed yourself forward, towards the feeling of a new home.

Cold Shoulder Part Two

Okay so I just read your cold shoulder imagine and please do another part, please it was amazing! Also I love your writing! Have a good day! Announcement: Here’s part two! I hope you guys like how it ended, and if not then I can always do another part. Thank you for reading and I hope you’re all doing well. Enjoy! :-) Warnings: Mention of guns/Mentions of killing.

This can’t be happening, no no no no, it can’t be real! You couldn’t breathe, your heart was ramming itself against your chest so violently you thought your ribs were going to break. You were dragged inside an armored truck and people dressed like they were prepared for war followed you inside. One of them shoved you roughly onto one of the metal benches and cuffed your hands and feet to the floor. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to control your breathing, tried to keep your powers in check, tried not to think about how you could have killed someone, tried not to think about how they were going to throw you in a hole to rot for the rest of your days…

You snapped your eyes when the van started moving and glanced around. They weren’t exactly pointing their guns directly at your face… But they weren’t about to let their guards down, either. You sighed bitterly, it’s not like you were going to try anything, you deserved this. You just about killed this city’s greatest hero. You dearly hoped he was ok.

You were trying to keep yourself under control, trying to not hyperventilate, and definitely trying not to flash freeze anyone else, no pun intended. You huffed out a sigh and slouched back, banging your head on the wall as you did so. Everyone sat in silence as the van jostled around every time it hit a pothole. This went on for a few more minutes until you felt the van stop and heard the engine shut off. Everyone tensed up and as the back doors swung open you were unchained from the floor and roughly shoved out onto the pavement. You were led inside a large grey cement building where you were searched and promptly shoved into a tiny cell.

The thick metal door was slammed shut behind you and after a moment of relative silence, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and slumped back against the wall. Tears stung your eyes, you couldn’t believe what was happening, just yesterday, you were talking to your friends about seeing a movie this weekend, and now, you were a criminal.

It seemed like hours had passed since they threw you in there. You were just about to slip into blissful unconsciousness when all of a sudden, you heard what might have been an explosion outside of the building. You jumped up and onto the sorry excuse for a bed and craned your neck to look outside, all the guards were running outside, including, it seemed, the two stationed outside your cell door. You were still trying to look out the tiny window when you heard the door to your cell buzz and slam open. Whipping your head around and almost falling off the bed, your eyes looked over and met those of none other than the Flash.

Your eyes opened wide with shock as you started stammering out an apologie, “I-Flash-Mr. Flash, sir, I-I am really truly super sorry about almost freezing you, I was panicking and I couldn’t control my powers and I fully expect you to be angry at me for the rest of your life but I want you to know that I didn’t mean to do it and-”

He cut you off before you could keep making a fool out of yourself, “Listen, we can’t talk now, we gotta go.”

The Flash extended his hand towards you. Not getting the hint, you looked at his hand and then back up at his face quickly, “Wh-What do you mean?”

“I mean we’re breaking you out of here, now come on!”

Slowly getting off the bed, you looked deep into his eyes, “But I hurt you, I deserve to be here.”

He looked back at you with puppy dog eyes and said, “No, you don’t, you said it yourself, it was an accident. You said you cant control your powers and my team and I can help with that. But, that’s only if we leave right now.”

After a moments hesitation, you slipped your hand into his and suddenly he picked you up bridal style and the world become nothing more than a blur. You shut your eyes to keep from becoming dizzy even though it was all over within a matter of seconds. Once you felt the two of you stop moving you cracked open your eyes and immediately felt your cheeks become warm. The room the two of you stopped in was large and looked like a lab, but the part that made you embarrassed was the fact that there were three other people staring at you curled up against the Flash like a scared child. He set you down and you quickly tried to straighten your hair and clothes to look more presentable.

The Flash spoke first, “Y/N, this is my team,” he gestured towards the trio that consisted of an older gentleman with a suit on and a police badge peeking out, a young woman in her twenties with kind eyes and a 1000 watt smile, and young guy with long hair and an amused look on his face.

After a moment, you remembered your manners and spoke up, “Hello, I’m Y/N, but I guess you already knew that.” You added in an awkward smile at the end as an attempt to ease the tension in the room a bit.

They each introduced themselves as Joe, Caitlin, and Cisco, each sending a smile in your direction. Wow, you thought, these were friendly people.

After a few moments, Flash finally broke the awkward silence, “So, Y/N, like I had said earlier, my team and I, we can help you control your powers. I know when I first got mine I was nervous and scared of what they meant for my future. But, then, with help, I realized that my powers could be used for good, so I became the Flash. We want to help you control your powers and maybe, one day, you could help save this city with us. You don’t have to, of course, its a very large responsibility, but we’ll still help you out.”

You looked at the Flash with wide eyes, not expecting this conversation to take this kind of turn, “But, I hurt you. Aren’t you afraid I might be a bad guy? I mean I’m not, but… I guess what I’m trying to say is, after what I did to you, why did you break me out?”

He thought about his answer for a moment, “It’s because I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. I looked into your eyes and I knew that you were just scared. I broke you out because you’re innocent.”

You looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, and then you glanced at the other three people in the room.

After a heavy pause, you answered, “I mean, it would be rather nice to not freeze almost anything I touch. I am still very sorry about that by the way.”

The Flash smiled in your direction as you heard Cisco speak up, “So does that mean…”

You finished his sentence for him, “I’ll join you guys, if you’ll have me.”

The four of them paused, looking at each other. For a moment you thought you had said something wrong and they were angry at you before Caitlin looked you in the eyes.

With another smile, she said, “Welcome to the team, Y/N.”

Made You Look

One-Shot: Hello! Would you mind doing a Batman one-shot? Where the reader helps Batman and Robin by staying behind in the Batcave and communicating with them, telling them where the bad guys are, and looking things up on the computer, and such? Announcements: This may have gone a little off track and I’m sorry, but I hope you all like it! Warnings: None

Your feet slapped against the cool surface of the floor as you made your way and sat back down on the cushy swivel chair. You curled your pajama covered knees up to your chest and took a long sip from the piping hot cup of cocoa that was in your hands. Readjusting the headphones you looked up at the glaringly bright computer screens in front of you and smiled.

“It’s nice and quiet, just how I like it.” You said to no one in particular.

All of a sudden the screens lit up and an alarm started going off. You jumped up and spilled some cocoa on your pants. Hissing in pain you set the cup down and pressed a button to silent the alarm. Different sorts of pages replaced the alarm warning, it looked like a robbery was taking place at the old bank.

You tapped another button, “Awesome person to the two weirdos in funny costumes, there’s a robbery at the old bank downtown, y'know the one?”

A young boy’s voice came through your headphones, “Yeah, we’re on our way now. And our costumes aren’t funny… well, mine isn’t, Batman does have little bat-ears.”

“And you, my dear boy wonder, wear spandex.”

“Yeah? Well you, uh… well at least I don’t… um.”

You chuckled, “Face it, you have nothing.”

“We’re here,” said Bruce, “How many are inside?”

You switched to a satellite feed and pulled up the inferred, counting off all of the glowing red forms on the screen.

“I count 32 hostages and 6 robbers, they’re armed but I can’t tell with what. Can you find a way in?”

“We’ll manage,” said the older man.

There were a few minutes of silence with some sounds of shoes on cement. You took the time to hack into the video cameras to watch all of the drama unfold. You picked up your mug again, taking a sip only to find that it was pretty much empty, which reminded you that you were soaked in hot chocolaty goodness. Grumbling to yourself, you realized that you would have to stay like this until they saved the day.

You finally saw two familiar figures appear on one of the camera feeds, “Two on your right.”

They took them down with ease, none of the other robbers noticing them until it was too late. To be honest these guys were pretty easy to take down compared to past experiences, and soon enough all of them were down. Currently they were tying up some of the bad guys that weren’t knocked out completely. You were just about to stand up and make your way upstairs to take a shower when you saw a quickly moving red dot making it’s way to Batman and Robin.

“Watch out, to the left!” You yelled at them.

On the video feed you saw the two of them dive out of the way as a slew of gunshots went off. You couldn’t see who did it but moments later there was a sound of someone being punched really hard and falling to the floor.

“Nice catch,” Bruce said, making you smile with satisfaction.

“Yeah, maybe you’re not completely useless,” Dick added.

“You’re shoes untied,” you said.

Looking on the camera you noticed him looking down quickly, only to notice that they weren’t.

“Made you look,”

He turned around and made what you assumed to be a really ugly face at the one of the cameras.

“Nice try, but that’s the wrong one.”

“Y'know what, I’m gonna-”

He was cut off by the sounds of police sirens and Bruce, “You can argue later, time to go.”

They disappeared from the screen just as SWAT teams busted in through the doors. You took off the headphones and made your way upstairs. What a twerp, you thought.

A Cold Night In Gotham

One shot: Could you do a one shot, Where when Bruce first sees you he’s Batman, and then he sees you working for him at one of his party’s, he can’t keep his eyes off of you and you feel him looking so you turn and look at him, He gets up and asks you to dance? Announcements: Hope you enjoy! Warnings: None It was a cold night in Gotham, not unusual, but still unpleasant. Currently you were walking home from your job- sorry, ex job, in the middle of the night. You knew it was stupid, being out this late at night by yourself, but your ride never showed up so you didn’t really have any other choice. You stuffed your frigid fingers into your pockets and made your way across the street, trying to stay in the better lit parts of the sidewalk. All of a sudden, it started raining down on you in sheets. You were about to groan in protest to the weather when a sweaty palm clamped over your mouth and pulled you back into a darkened ally. “Scream, and I’ll kill ya, got it! You got that!”

You nodded in reply, trying to fight back the tears that were threatening to come spilling out at any moment. Whirling around you were met face to face with a skinny man, and looking down you caught the flash of silver that signaled he had a gun.

“Give me all you got! But you make a single move I swear I won’t think twice about blowin’ your face all over the ally walls, now hurry up!”

You moved slowly and managed to grab your wallet. It didn’t have much but you weren’t about to argue with the guy. It didn’t make you feel any better that he was possible shaking just as bad as you were, remember kids, shaking hands can get people killed! You reached out your wallet to the skinny man, but your hands were shaking so badly that you dropped it.

You held your breath and looked at him, “Well come on,” he said, “Get it! And be quick about it.”

Slowly crouching down you let yourself break eye-contact for a moment and searched for the wallet. All of a sudden, the man yelped and a second later his gun went off, echoing off of the walls of the ally. You shut your eyes and shied away from the loud sound, falling on your butt and trying to scoot away in the process.

After a few moments, you opened your eyes and looked up, containing the small gasp that tried to escape from your lips. A figure in all black with what looked like horns on his head stood not even five feet away from you, tossing away the skinny man’s gun as he dropped to the cold, wet ground.

Scrambling back to your feet you looked at the figure, “Wh- who are you?”

He half turned towards you, “I’m the Batman,” and with that, he took something from off of his belt and soared up and back into the night.

You stared, shocked at the place where he had been, and then looked up after him, “Thank you!” you yelled over the roar of rain, and started back on your way home.

—-

A few weeks passed, and eventually your friend hooked you up with another job, this time it was working as a server for one of the rich guys in Gotham, Wayne was his name. It took quite a while to get the job though, you had to go through about a hundred background checks before you were even interviewed, but that was ok, it paid pretty well which was good enough for you. Tonight was your first actual major party, well, charity ball that you had worked at yet, which excited you. You shook out your shoulders, straightened your clothes, carefully grabbed a platter with multiple glasses of champagne, and walked out of the kitchen doors and into the quieter atmosphere of the party.

You walked around for a bit, handing out glasses, taking away the old ones. To be honest it was kind of boring, just standing there, smiling like a robot to every guest who bothered themselves to look in your direction, it was getting kind of difficult to suppress your yawns. Soon though, you started to feel uneasy, like you were being watched. Carefully you began to swivel your head, looking around the large room for the source of the feeling, finding nothing you shook your head. You were just being silly, you thought, nothing is happening and no one is staring. You smiled slightly, you’re just being paranoid, turning around you almost spilt the tray onto someone that was standing right behind you.

“Oh!” you said, managing to gain control of the drinks, “I’m sorry sir, I didn’t see you there… Mr. Wayne! I’m so sorry.”

Bruce Wayne, your boss, stood behind you, smiling, “It’s ok, don’t worry about it. What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you replied

“Well, Y/N, I was wondering if you would like to dance?”

You stared at him, “That would be lovely, but I am still working.”

He looked around, “Well, I know the boss, and I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t mind. Especially for someone as beautiful as you.”

Your cheeks flushed bright pink, was he actually serious? “O-ok, I guess. Thank you.”

You set down the tray of drinks and followed Wayne out onto the little area where people were dancing gracefully to the song.

“I must warn you,” You began, “I have no idea how to dance.”

He chuckled, “Don’t worry, just follow my lead.”

It took you a moment, but then there you were, spinning gracefully around the dance floor in your not-so-expensive servers outfit with none other than Bruce Wayne, the billionaire. You couldn’t really see but you thought that everyone was staring at the two of you. To be honest you were kind of warming up to the guy, it’s like you’ve met him before.

Just another cold night in Gotham? Yeah, right.

Just Joking Around

One-Shot request: Hey :) I asked you if you’d do Heath Ledgers joker one-shots and you said yes? So I was wondering if you could do one where he saves your life? Anouncments: Hope you all like it! Word count: 1021 Warning: Violence

Alright, if you survived this, you were moving to Alaska, maybe a different country. You didn’t care where as long as it was somewhere far, far away from Gotham. The only reason you still lived here was because you’ve been here all your life, you even took up a job at a bank so you could stay even though in a city like this that was a job no one would ever want, in fact, today was your third day. You thought that maybe the crime rate would go down next month, the one after, next year for sure. But now here you are, paying the price for your naivety laying on the floor of the bank as masked men with guns threatened to shoot someone if they didn’t get their money. You sighed deeply, this day just couldn’t get any worse.

But of course, the universe heard your thoughts and threw a hissy fit.

All of a sudden you felt yourself being yanked by the back of your shirt and thrown back down on the floor, hard. You yelped in pain and in surprised as your face slammed down on the cold tile, tasting fresh blood in your mouth from a new gash on your lip. You whipped your head around only to find yourself staring down the barrel of a very large gun and started to scoot backwards quickly. He lumbered towards you and grabbed the back of your neck with meaty fingers, tighter than what you thought was necessary, and brought your head to eye-level.

“Open the vault!”

You stared at him, unsure of what to do. Apparently you hesitated too long because he started dragging you over to the large hunk of cold metal that was the bank vaults door and threw you against it with bone crushing force. Your head banged against the door and made your teeth chatter as you looked back to the maniac with a gun.

“Are you deaf? Open the door!” He yelled again, this time raising his gun to point it at you.

A cold pit started to form in your gut, “I can’t,” You stated, which was true. You couldn’t open the vault, you hadn’t been given the code to unlock the door yet, you were still too new to be trusted.

You couldn’t see his face but you assumed it looked beet red, “What? What was that? I didn’t quite here what you just said. Speak a little bit louder for me!” He shoved the gun closer to your face.

Trying to take an almost calm breath you stated again, “I can’t open the door. I just started working here.”

“Oh yeah? Well, ‘newbie’, I think you’re lyin’, trying to be the hero, well, that’s not goin’ to fly here! Now, open the door on the count of five or you’re dead. One.”

The pit in your stomach started growing. Oh god, you thought, he’s actually going to do it, I’m going to die here.

“Two”

You were thinking fast, trying to find a way out of this. Nothing came to mind that wouldn’t get you immediately killed.

“Three!”

Then you saw it, his gun wasn’t held to him by anything. Maybe, just maybe, if you could get that gun you could find a way out of this.

“Four!”

Ahh, what the hell, you thought, I’m about to be shot anyway, might as well try. And lunged for his face.

He was cut off mid number when you smacked the gun to the side and kicked him in the knee. He gasped loudly and loosened the grip on the weapon and you snatched it out of his grip. He recovered quickly though and came at you but you swung the firearm like a bat and clubbed him in the head. It wasn’t pretty or graceful but he fell like a sack of potatoes. You stood up, smirking with satisfaction as you realized something, what about the other gunmen?

As if on cue you hear the distinctive click of a hammer being thrown back. Turning slowly you were met with another black metal barrel, close enough this time to touch your nose. You gulped rather loudly and closed your eyes. No getting out of this one. A thunderous boom went off like canon fire and you flinched, but you didn’t feel anything. Were you already dead? No, that’s not it. You opened your eyes to see the other gunman fall with a growing dot of red over his chest. Hearing noise behind you, you were met by a man with rather green looking hair and red face paint over his mouth like a splash of blood. He held a gun too, but not at you, a little toward your right, where the other man once stood.

He looked at you lazily and licked his lips, “You just can’t find good help these days. They’re always, running off and making decisions for themselves,” Suddenly he shot the man you had clubbed down too, “Really rather annoying if you ask me.”

Staring at him with wide eyes you thought, what is going on? Who is this guy? I should be dead right now.

He licked his lips again, “Ah, you must be confused. You see, I find you… interesting. I’m not just going to let you go off and die when I have plans for you now am I?”

“Pl… plans?”

“Oh yes, big ones. Very big ones. Don’t go skipping town now.” He started walking towards the back room.

There wasn’t a back door, you thought, why is he going there? Just then he grabbed two things out of his jacket pocket. One he threw to you, “Here’s my card, and remember, big plans!”

The other thing he threw into the room. It looked like a cartoonishly big grenade. You flinched as a blast came from the room and smoke billowed out through the doorway. You opened your eyes again only to find that the stranger had disappeared. You looked down at the card and frowned. It wasn’t a business card or anything official like that, it was a playing card.

The Joker, to be exact.

List of Fandoms

I love to write. Feel free to ask me anything: imagines, one shots, shipping, fan fiction etc. The fandoms I write about are:

Harry Potter

Marvel

DC

The Maze Runner

The Riot Club

Stephen King’s IT

Riverdale

I’ll add more to my list later, maybe.

Story Search

I need help finding a story, I don't remember the title or the author.

I have been looking for this story for a long time.

But the story is set during the justice league.

-Reader and Diana are dating

-The reader is related to Superman.

-The villain of the story is Steppenwolf.

-Superman and reader get revived they go, rogue, those few minutes as Superman did in the movie.

both Diana and Lois try knocking sense into them.

Being Batman’s Youngest Daughter Would Include

Last Update: 11/3/2020

Total Words:  1228

B/N: Boys Name 

Y/N: Your Name

P/N: Pets Name 

S/N: Supperhero Name 

F/C: Favrite Color:

( I Don’t Own Any Pichers Or Gifs)

- 🐦 Being The Daughter Of Batman and not knowing your mother until you are 10

- 🐦 Dick being the silly Brother who loves to have tea Partys with you and your Teddy bear Mr.Fuzzyworth Dick dressing up

- 🐦 Y/N: More Tea Dick drinking his tea with his pinky finger up

Dick: best tea ever Titus joins sometimes

- 🐦 Jason Being Overprotective of anyone outside the family

- 🐦 Jason: Y/N Who Was That You were Talking To?

Y/N: oh that was B/N He is at school

 Jason: oh Really Jason says as he is glaring at B/N

 Y/N : Bye B/N See ya Tomarrow

- 🐦 B/N: S....See ..Ya B/N Says As he looks very nervous while looking at Jason who is glaring at him intently As soon as Y/N runs back to her brother Jason Says I got my eye on you while his sister is not paying attention as soon as he said that B/N takes off running as fast as he can

- 🐦 Being a vigilante at a young age

- 🐦 As soon as your father feel that you are ready to go outside the field when you start fighting crime all of the villains love you

- 🐦 Once when poison ivy Kidnapped you When the boys and batman Breaks into Ivy’s Hide Only To Find You And Ivy Sitting Down Enjoying a cup of tea The boys Looked shocked and then you said goodbye to Ivy she said goodbye too The boys were shocked and then you heard your father mumble just like her mother.

- 🐦 Y/N Bonds With Her Older Brother Dick over Acrobatics

- 🐦 Dick: ok so like this Y/N

- 🐦 After Takeing a Breath Y/N Got Ready And....

- 🐦 Y/N Did It

- 🐦 Dick: Good Job Y/N

- 🐦 Bonding With Tim Over Computers

- 🐦 Tim Teaches Y/N How To Hack People And how not to be tracked Tim lets Y/N Have some of his Coffey Much to the others disapproval Tim only gives Y/N A Little bit

- 🐦 After he learned his lesson the first time

- 🐦 Tim: Here you go Y/N

- 🐦 Y/N Drink half of the coffee with a little bit too much sugar

- 🐦 5 minutes later He goes to check on Y/N to find them like this

- 🐦 He goes into the room looking for them to see they Bouncing off the walls he saw that they were very hyper

- 🐦 And saw her jumping up and downBefore he can do anything he saw Bruce looking at him with a stern look After Wild the boys tried to Catch Y/N After Tim explained everythingBut they couldn't catch her So They just waited it out until she tired herself out eventually she did once that was done Bruce then said 

Bruce: Don't give Y/N Any caffeine

- 🐦 Agreed with him on that one and from there on they were careful how much sugar they gave her

- 🐦 Bonding with Jason With Weapons

- 🐦 Jason Taught You Everythin About Guns

Much to the brothers dismay

- 🐦 It really started to get into Bruce And Alfred's nerves when Y/N With learning about it and accidentally shot a bullet through the wall 

( Please don't try this at home)

- 🐦 When Jason Is Showing Y/N how to Shoot One of the boys are supervising them

- 🐦 Bonding with Damien With Animals and Katana’s

- 🐦 Both Damian and Y/N Love animals Damian even lets her Dress up the animals if she wants

Damien also shows her how to use a katana

Damian: Your stance is off like this

Y/N: okay Thanks

Damien:You're welcome sister

- 🐦 Bonding with Bruce with learning combat

- 🐦 Bruce teaches Y/N combat at the age of 4 because Y/N really wanted to learn and also he wanted her to defend herself if necessary

- 🐦 Bruce is also very over protective

- 🐦 Bonding with Cassandra Cain

- 🐦 Y/N And Cassandra are very close Cassandra has taken the role of big sister and it's there for her when she needs it She even teaches Y/N how to hide Where you cannot be seen

- 🐦 Bonding with Barbara Gordon

- 🐦 Y/N Likes hanging out with Barbara she teaches her a lot about the computer and lets her help out Barbara also tell her stories about when she was Batgirl when she was in the Young Justice team and when her older brother Dick was Robin and all the funny stories when they were younger But she chose not to tell Y/N about how she got paralyzed

- 🐦 Bonding with Helena

- 🐦 It took a while For both Helena and Y/N to talk to each other they were both not sure what to say but Eventually after talked in awhile they realized they do have some stuff in common They both like to hang out and talk about anything Y/N Talks to Helena If there is any problems at school or anything

- 🐦 Bonding with Duke Thomas

- 🐦 Both Duke and Y/N Can talk about almost anything in a way Duke is like a big brother To Y/N he is overprotective but will heal her out if it's something really important he also tells about how he became Part of the bat family and all fall when he first became a vigilante They also Sometimes when they talk drink hot chocolate

- 🐦 Bonding with Stephanie Brown

- 🐦 Stephanie likes to hang out with Y/N they either go shopping and talk or they go and get some ice cream They both like to talk to each other about their problems

- 🐦 Having overprotective family and the Bat family being very overprotective

- 🐦 Bruce having a very hard time saying no to you

- 🐦 Learning that your mother is Wonder Woman later And that you're really an Amazon

- 🐦 Bruce giving you a dog for your birthday and you dressing them up

- 🐦 Meeting your grandmother on your mother's side And her loving you and love to spoil you

-🐦Joining the Teen Titans When you are 10 Bruce having a hard time letting you go

- 🐦Becoming BFFs with Raven And telling each other about books

- 🐦When joining the Titans taking your dog with you

-🐦When you are 13 leaving the Titans to join the Young Justice League

- 🐦Becoming best friends with Wonder Girl and Superboy

- 🐦Roy,Virgil Along with Bart Having a crush on you

- 🐦When you are 15 Dateing Virgil

- 🐦  Overall your family loves you and you couldn't ask for anything more Even if they are overprotective sometimes

(I hope you enjoyed it this is my first story I have ever Wrote on Tumblr i hope you like it)

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