mentions: wlw angst, love at first sight, break up, death, no happy ending ( i kid you not i was sleeping in class and i immediately woke up after i got this idea like a scientist having an 'ah ha!' moment)

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love doesn’t come easy for talia al ghul. to her, it had always been sharp-edged

her father taught her that affection was possession, loyalty, usefulness. bruce taught her love was war

but you? you loved her quietly

she will never forget the moment her eyes landed on you. rain had just begun to fall in gotham, slightly glistening under the night sky with the city glowing beneath the neon signs and dirty headlights

talia had come to gotham for business— for blood, for bruce— but as she stood beneath the awning of a cafe, her ears picked up a soft laugh that almost sounded like a melody. and when her eyes lifted and her head instinctively looked toward the sound, there you were

you stood across the street beneath a flickering train station, an unbrella tilted crookedly above your head as your phone was pressed to your ear, talking to a friend about a funny workplace incident that happened to you

you were smiling like the world had never hurt you, and talia’s green eyes— the same eyes that had seen it all— were hypnotized by you with only one thing that could explain it all, love at first sight— something talia didn’t believe in at first

she hated how long she stared at you, watching you cross the street after the light changed. but due to being sucked into your story and your attention on your friend on the other end of the call, you weren’t paying attention when you nearly walked straight into her “oh— hold on, let me call you back” you ended the call immediately to look at talia and apologize quickly. “i didn’t see you there, im so sorry!”

she just observed you in silence, her green eyes staring and taking you all in. the silence made you blink twice and quietly gulp, especially since it was coming from a beautiful woman like her

you looked at her for another second before offering your hand. “im heading inside before i freeze to death” you broke the silence, mentioning the cafe. “you can join me if you want”

“and if i decline?” the first words she spoke to you, and her voice made your heart skip a beat “then i’ll assume you enjoy standing in the rain”

talia should have refused with a polite excuse and walked away, but instead, she smiled from your words. “i suppose i can spare a few minutes” she agreed before following you inside. 

and god, she always thought to herself everyday where would she be if she didn’t follow you in, if she didn’t meet you, if she didn’t fell in love with you

at first, talia tried not to love you back. but it was difficult— not when you brought her coffee exactly the way she liked it without ever asking, not when you touched her like she was something breakable despite the blood stained in her hands for years, not when you listened without trying to fix her

there were nights in your apartment where your head rested against her shoulder, rain pouring outside the windows. and as talia’s eyes were dazed at the window, she realized that for the first time in years, she felt at peace

but of course, that peace didn’t last for long— not with talia al ghul anyway

because soon, you’d find out the truth three months later when she stumbled into your apartment at two in the morning, barely able to stand. your eyes noticed the blood staining her shirt and the knife wound under it, staring at it in silence “talia—" “it is not your concern” “the hell it isnt, now lay on the couch and i’ll get some supplies”

talia’s eyes were carefully on you, watching you stitch her up with shaking hands and silent anger that burned behind your eyes. she was waiting for fear, disgust, revulsion

instead, tears gathered on your eyelashes. “you could’ve died” a whisper leaving your lips, knowing your voice would crack if you spoke up. and that shattered something inside of her, not used to anyone ever saying that to her before

once you finished and placed the supplies down, you looked up to meet her eyes. and that, that made talia slide her hand to cradle your jaw and meet your lips in a kiss that spoke more than words ever could, words that only you could decipher

and when you did decipher those words from her kiss, it made the tears slide down your cheeks as you kissed her back with the same softness she was giving you— rare from talia al ghul, who always kissed you like she meant it. from there, you felt the vulnerability she always kept under wraps for her entire life now slowly unfolding to reveal itself to you

after that, things unraveled quickly. the league became suspicious of how often talia disappeared to gotham with no explanation and bruce noticed how her appearance was more evident in gotham these past few months, though he said nothing at first

but as for ra’s al ghul, he noticed everything— he always did. and once he learned about you, the women who had softened his daughter, your fate had already been sealed in his eyes. and talia tried to protect you the only way she knew how— by pushing you away before the league could use you against her

“this cannot continue”

her words made your face fall immediately, staring at her with widened eyes as she stood outside the entrance of your apartment. “what?” “you heard me” “wait— where is this even coming from?” “does it matter?” “yes! it matters!” your voice slightly cracked. “you disappeared for days without telling me anything, and now you’re standing in my doorway acting like im just— just supposed to accept this?!”

talia’s jaw tightened, her eyes darting away from yours to look at the ground because if she looked at you for too long, she would stay— and if she stayed, they would kill you

so she looked up and forced four words out of her throat, four words that sounded too smooth, four words that weren’t true at all:  “you are a distraction”

and all talia got was silence from you, silence that felt both complete and suffocating as you stared at her like you didn’t recognize the woman standing in front of you anymore, the woman you loved. and someone that hurt more than anger would

“..oh” was what was able to leave your lips, soft and quiet like something inside you had cracked without making a sound— yet talia felt it straight through her chest

you looked down for a second, swallowing hard to keep tears in your eyes before stepping back from the doorway. “if that’s really how you feel” you whispered, the lump in your throat becoming difficult to swallow down. “then i wont stop you”

talia wanted you to yell at her, to hate her, anything except the look in your eyes because you still loved her, even while she was breaking your heart. and truth be told? she did too

she forced herself to silently turn around before her resolve shattered completely, hearing you close the door and the small sobs that were muffled from the other side of your door. and as talia walked away, she closed her eyes in realization of what she had done— letting go of the person that truly loved her for who she was

yet that was never enough for the league of assassins

which was why talia showed up to your apartment— months after ending it with you with your face being the only thing in her mind— with your cold body on the floor and crimson blood staining the carpet under you. 

to the naked eye, it looks like an accident— which was the league’s expertise

she dropped to her knees beside you in the living room, hands trembling and eyes shaky for the first time since childhood. your blood soaked through her gloves as she gathered you against her chest. “no, no no no—" she murmured to herself as a plea

but it was too late. your body was cold, your pulse was gone, and your eyes had that blank emotionless stare— a gaze that was unfamiliar to talia, as she was used to the warmth of your eyes that were only for her. 

and what made it truly the cherry on the top was a dried tear stain on your cheek, as if you had cried right before you died. talia’s breath hitched from the sight of it

slowly and almost afraid to touch you now, she took off her glove and brushed her thumb over the stain beneath your eye. what almost made her flinch was the skin feeling freezing cold, unlike the body heat that talia could never resist not touching

talia al ghul never cried— not when she was beaten bloody during training as a child, not when she was killed for the first time, not when she watched people die in front of her— but now? tears blurred her vision so badly she could barely see you anymore

and suddenly, talia noticed how untouched everything looked around you— your favorite mug still sat in the sink, a blanket folded neatly over the couch, the candle you always lit when she came over now rested half melted on the table— it looked like you had been waiting for her. 

and the realization nearly destroyed her. because despite everything, despite the cruel words she forced down your throat months ago, despite leaving you alone, despite breaking your heart in the name of protecting you, you had still loved her until the end

talia pulled you closer against her chest, her clothes and bare hand now slowly getting stained by your blood. she should be used to it, considering the life she grew up with. but now, it was as if it was her first time seeing red this bright on her

her lips pressed a shaky kiss against your temple, lingering there far longer than necessary and remembering all the times she shared a kiss with you. she closed her eyes tightly to prevent tears from falling and resting her forehead against yours as grief swallowed her whole

soft morning kisses against sleepy smiles and bare bodies, desperate ones after arguments, quiet ones beneath rain and city lights— every single kiss talia has ever shared with you now flashing in her head

and now the last one— final and cold. just like your eyes, the same ones that were previously warm and soft. the same eyes that talia al ghul fell in love with

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✎⠀⠀pairing ⦂ damian wayne x reader l 2.1k words.

࿐ synposis ⦂ when damian wayne quietly dismantles himself trying to be the person he thinks you want. you find yourself drifting from a stranger wearing his face until the real him finally returns for answers.

꒰꒰ involving contents ⦂ reader x platonic!jason todd, wayne manor setting, established relationship, emotional miscommunication and withdrawal, mild angst, fear of abandonment, soft solution at the end.

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the very thing about damian wayne was that he never tried to be anything other than exactly what he was. that was one out of a million, in regards to what you had loved most about him... though, past tense felt wrong. you weren't sure when you had started thinking in past tense.

back then, it was a small notice, that you almost missed it three weeks ago.

you had been sitting across from him in the manor's sitting room, venting. the little details didn't matter now... but, it was something about a friend group falling out, the usual social wreck of being a teen, just like him. damian had been listening with his arms crossed and his jaw crushed, tight, like it was the only way for your words to come through.

...and then you said something... something you hadn't even meant in the slightest as an offhand throwaway, in the moment... 'bout how sometimes you wished he'd just agree with you instead of immediately trying to argue a counterargument.

you soon moved on, changed the talking subject and forgot about it by the time alfred came in, with tea.

well, damian hadn't forgotten.

the first sign came unannounced. thrown at you as something for you to rationalise... quite in between, damian stopped pushing back.

you spoke your casual comments at dinner, in the manor. his whole family was there, a different kind of chaos in itself. you trailed on to share with the table, about a documentary you both watched, together. you had gotten a detail wrong, knowing you had even as you said it... your mouth spilling out before your brain could catch up.

you waited for that favoured voice. for damian to correct you before you could even finish your sentence. just a simple, that's factually inaccurate, the study you're likely referencing shows the exact opposite, in his insufferable delivery. after months of dating, you got used to it; his way of soundlessly saying, I'm paying attention to everything you say.

now, you couldn't even bring yourself to react, when all he did was nod, once, like you were... right?! you stared him down shockingly, and he kept his gaze to his plate.

dick, seated two chairs down, had glanced between the two of you like he knew something... you left it at that, by choosing to not say anything, but carry on with dinner.

again, it happened, four days later.

you and damian were in the manor library, focused on completing homework, in either conversation or the comfortable silence you'd built together over the better part of a year. his knee was pressed to yours. his annotated copies were open on the table in front of him but he was yet to turn a page.

you brought something up. a plan for the weekend... something small, like a farmer's market in the city you'd been wanting to drag him to. in order for that to happen, damian needed to tolerate crowds and enthusiasm, neither of which were his strong suits.

"that sounds fine," he said. you lowered your pencil.

fine. damian wayne didn't say fine. damian wayne would have said, that's a forty minute drive for something we could visit locally or I fail to see the appeal or... on his better days, if you want to go, we'll go, tenderly choosing you over his judgement.

fine was a nothing word, one he used when he didn't care enough to have an opinion.

"alright," you dragged the word out, suspicious.

"Is there a problem?"

"no." you snatched your pencil back up. "... no problem at all."

after that, you had no clue what changed and why it felt so wrong to be around him in that instant, you simply found yourself reading the same paragraph over and over without absorbing any of it.

by the end of the second week, you knew something was definitely wrong. he was agreeable to every little thing you said or did, leaving his challenging nature behind.

he was doing everything for you, like you weren't capable; which the real damian would have never treated you anything lesser. he was asking your opinion on every little thing, like he wasn't capable of thinking on his own... laughing at things that weren't quite funny enough to earn it, and so on.

he looked like himself from a distance, but felt, up close, like a two dimensional photograph.

... and the worst part was that you had no idea what you meant. when you tried to pin down the feeling, it melted, 'cause with example, he was being a good boyfriend. so attentive, and doing everything you told him to do, without questioning, like a mindless minion.

and yet you found yourself, without really deciding to, spending less time in the rooms he was in.

you spoke to yourself, saying it wasn't intentional. you had homework. you had a call with your mother. you were tired. each reason was true enough to go by.

jason todd noticed before anyone said anything.

he caught you in the kitchen on a wednesday, pouring out a drink you didn't particularly need.

"you and damian have a fight, no?" he asked.

"no." you amended.

"huh." he looked unconvinced. "he's been weird."

"damian's always weird, there's no one like him."

"different weird." jason took a sip of his freshly made drink. "like... trying weird. you know better than anyone, how he gets when he's trying to prove something?"

you always knew, really well, matter of fact. you'd seen it in his training, in his interactions with bruce, in his determination to come out ahead. your relentless, grinding, pride-driven boy was just so...

"I don't know what he'd be trying to prove to me," you said.

"sure," jason gave you a long, hard look. "I want you to know I'm not getting involved,"

"great," you said. "I so believe you right now..."

"but just to let you know... whatever he's doing, he's doing it because he's scared. which is a new experience for him, so he's handling it with all the grace you'd expect."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"you sure you didn't say anything, a few weeks ago. I wasn't there, but I'm trying to piece it together with what dick told me. but damian took it seriously and now he's..." jason paused, choosing his words. "... overcorrecting."

"I didn't ask him to change."

"I know that. my brother doesn't." he ended with, pushing off the counter to leave alone with your thoughts. "I'm not involved..."

the drift was now impossible to ignore by day sixteen.

you ate dinner in the kitchen instead of with his family twice. you shut down his offer, when damian appeared at the library's door. you answered his texts, one-worded.

...and, well the newly, sanded down damian had accepted each of your draw backs with patience... so unlike him it made your chest hurt.

the real damian would have said something by now; would have shown up at whatever room you were in and planted himself in front of you, demanding to know what was happening between you. he would have been so annoying about it, that he couldn't even go on with his day, without knowing if what you had was okay... oh, the real him would have been too much.

you really missed his version of too much.

damian seeked you out on a sunday, finally.

you were in your room... gradually a gifted room at the manor somewhere around the six-month mark of your relationship... and you were sat cross-legged on the bed with your headphones on, flipping through the sketch book he left behind.

all that historically meaning I am unavailable in every language spoken in the wayne manor. he knocked away…

you pulled one side of the headphones off. "yeah?"

opening the door, he stood in the frame. in civilian clothes, his hair was slightly disheveled for you to notice he had been in the training room. but most of all, he was glaring at you with an expression you hadn't seen in two weeks… very, very tired and frustrated.

"I need you to tell me what I've done," he said.

the real version of him with its demand was back… the refusal to approach anything sideways.

you set the sketchbook aside. "you haven't done anything."

"you’ve really proved that to be false, these past days." he stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. "you've been avoiding me for over two weeks. I've attempted every approach I can think of and each one..." he stopped, brows frowning. "you keep retreating. and I can't..." another stop, too much emotion within for him. "I need to understand what I've done wrong."

"I said you haven't done anything wrong."

"then why does it feel like I'm losing you?"

the question landed hard in its vulnerability. then somewhere inside you finally found words. "because I don't know who I'm losing," you said. "that's the problem. I don't recognize you right now."

he went very rigid. "... explain."

"you've been ..." you struggled for it. "you've been agreeable, dami. you nodded when I said something wrong at dinner. you called my farmer's market plan fine. you've been laughing at things that aren't funny and you keep... you keep asking my opinion on things you'd normally just decide and then do, 'cause that's who you are, and I don't..." your voice cracked slightly on the last word, but you pressed forward through it. "I don't want that. I never asked for that."

his face moved. "you said you wanted me to agree with you more. several weeks ago. you said..."

"I said it once when I was frustrated and I didn't mean it as a permanent character flaw," your words came faster now. "I was venting. I say things when I vent, damian, and I didn't need you to go away and restructure yourself based on one thing i said in the heat of the moment. I need you to be… I need you to be you. the actual you. who argues with me and corrects me when I'm wrong and has opinions that can’t be changed and sometimes makes me want to throw something because you're so frustratingly certain about everything…"

"so you’re telling me," he began, "that you've been pulling away from me because I was attempting to accommodate you."

"well, the person I was trying to accommodate looked wrong, so maybe," you said. "I didn't know why it felt wrong, I just knew it did, and then jason said…"

"jason," damian repeated, his expression shifted and that's when you knew a promised a future conversation with his brother was about to happen.

"don't. he helped." you tucked your knees up. "dami. I don't want you to be less of what you are. I want… " you struggled. "I started dating you because you're the most infuriating and genuinely yourself person I've ever met. you've never performed anything. you don't know how to perform anything. that's…" your voice went soft. "that's rare. do you understand how rare that is?"

"I only…" damian started. "I was concerned that I was…" his lips twisted, thinking. "you’re the only person outside of this family whose opinion of me I have been consistently unable to stay indifferent to. I thought…"

"you thought I wanted you softer."

"I thought I was too much," he said, making your chest ache.

"you're never too much," you replied. "you're just, exactly the right amount of too much."

"that doesn't even make sense."

"there you are…"

damian padded across the room and sat on the edge of the bed, close enough that your knee kissed against his hip.

"I shouldn’t have assumed based on incomplete information. It was… " a brief, visible struggle for the right word. "… foolish."

"It was really unlike you," you agreed.

"I was… scared," was clearly not a word that came naturally from him. "I didn't want to lose you."

"I know." you reached over and took his hand. he allowed it, these small casual claims. "but if I were to ever leave, I'll tell you directly. I'm not a drift-away person."

"you were drifting."

"I was confused. there's a difference." you leaned sideways until your shoulder found his. "and now I'm not."

silence… and then, "the farmer's market plan was objectively never going to work out."

"I know."

"forty three minutes of driving for something that…"

"damian."

"… that could be found in an area, near the manor..."

"damian." you tilted your head to look at him. he was looking back, admiring what he had. "thank you."

he didn't ask what for, he just understood. "don't mention it," his thumb traced once across your knuckles, absentminded.

"next time," he whispered, "tell me sooner."

"next time," you corrected, "don't try to be someone you're not."

"agreed," damian answered to you, and it sounded nothing like fine, but like himself.

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꩜ fluff, established relationship, unreaveled identity, jealousy, suggestive at the end.

: content ⌕ wally west shamelessly jealous over how much you’re gushing over kid flash.

kid flash at the central city stadium, 20xx. check the date. those electric track lights... they made him glow shockingly yellow, like he was already halfway to the speed force.

the ink smudged mid-stroke as the pen was yanked out of your hand from above, prompting you to glance up for the culprit. there, stood wally west scanning over your open page of scribbled writing.

"you're distracted," his hand flexed to twirl the stolen pen between the space of two fingers. "it's not like you to invite me over, just to ignore me the whole time."

"yeah, well it's all thanks to what i witnessed today." you sprung to your feet, your chair tumbled backwards, scraping the floor with a loud screech. you rested a hand on your desk for balance as you leaned forward, over it to snatch your pen right out of his hands, with the other. "promise you'll believe me if i tell you."

wally purposely held onto the pen a little longer before letting go, which caused the ink on your fingertips to stain his, once they met. "depends..."

"on what?" you question, pulling the chair back in to take a seat. your wrist immediately returned to writing away: i remember just thinking, I've never seen someone outrun their own shadow. it was like the laws of physics weren't even an option for him.

"only if you frame it in a way that sounds believable," he challenged.

"you know i’m good at explaining myself when i’m all excited."

"then i guess there’s nothing to believe."

"fine." you paused, not missing the way his lips' corners twitched when you met his eyes, holding back a smile, like you were finally getting to the good part. "i had a run in with the kid flash. though i don't know if i can really call it that, we were like ten feet apart. he was surrounded by a cheering crowd, y'known, saving the day yet again, and i was... admiring from a far."

you went on rambling in bursts of excitement, whilst his mind walked down memory land, back to that night.

the same night wally wasn't supposed to be there. the official roster had him listed for a charity race in keystone, but iris west had spilled coffee on the schedule, and by the time barry fixed it, wally was already in central, vibing with the crowd.

wally drifted back to the presence, now huffing at your excessive compliments thrown at kid flash.

"you seem pretty obsessed with this guy, for someone who claims to not be down with the superhero fangirls!" he said, trying to keep his tone unaffected, but he wasn't fooling anyone. there was a sprinkle of slightly concealed jealousy... concealed for a nonsensical reason?! he was the kid flash himself.

you smiled to yourself, "this obsession will be gone by tomorrow," you confirmed, "but right now, seeing him so near was such a cool experience. you've got to let me have this."

wally hummed, eyes darting your page and your writing hand. you knew he better than to accept that as a response.

"you do get where i'm coming from, don't you?" you asked, feelings of tensions were on the rise. "I mean, you're always bragging to me 'bout how much you look you to thee flash. almost like you know him in real life. strange."

... silence on his end...

you're hand stilled in confusion, "wally." you looked up immediately.

"he has green eyes." he randomly said.

"what?"

his hand slipped to your newly written, scruffy sentence; he had the most memorising eyes i've ever seen! they were light, sadly I was too far to decipher if they were blue or green!

"kid flash," wally began. "he has green eyes. everyone knows that!"

"green eyes?" your wrist twisted to correct the mistake. "just like yours."

... more silence once again...

"alright, now you're mad at me!" you noticed, through an exhale. "you usually have so much to say when i'm around."

"so do you," he shot back. "but now you're just limiting yourself to talk of kid flash like i'm not right here."

you shook your head, finally sure of what he was feeling, "you're jealous, aren't you?"

"hmm maybe a little," he mumbled, "can you blame me? you never speak about me with such pride."

"that's not true! your name's always in my mouth." you caught on to his smile, which led to you breaking out one of your own.

"if you're putting it like that, i guess the kid flash really can't take my place!"

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✎⠀⠀pairing ⦂ jason todd x reader

࿐ synopsis ⦂ it's that time of day in gotham, when the moon up and your nightshift has ended. and like most nights, the only thing left to do is wait for jason todd by the curb to take you home...

꒰꒰ involving contents ⦂ pure domestic fluff, established relationship, usual gotham scenery, coming home to jason taking care of you, random names included.

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the sidewalk was cold to your exposed legs, but you were too tired to care at all. you had claimed your usual spot, right under the streetlight. your feet ached, your uniform smelt like coffee and hash browns, and there was probably syrup in your hair from serving table to table. again.

the humidity clung to your skin as if it were a second uniform as you lowered yourself to sit on the curb, your heels scuffed and your apron folded beside you. the bright sign flashing above irritated your mind; one of these days that thing was going to give up entirely.

you checked your phone. jason todd was ten minutes late, which in gotham time meant he was either stuck in traffic or stuck putting someone's crimes down. it was honestly fifty-fifty. though in Gotham traffic, ten minutes late practically counted as early.

the rumble of his bike announced him before you saw it, that deep, throaty sound that made car alarms nervous. that same familiar rumble of the motor rounded the corner, and you couldn’t hold back the smile that tugged at your lips. the bike, matte black with red accents, because of course, pulled up to the curb with like always. he killed the engine and flipped up his visor, those sharp eyes seeking out yours immediately.

"you’re late," you said, not moving a muscle from your spot.

"your chariot awaits," he said, the corner of his mouth quirking up as he slipped off his helmet, and there sat that grin that probably got him in trouble even before he died.

"pretty sure chariots don’t require helmets." you brushed off your mini skirt. "or violate at least six traffic laws getting here—"

"seven traffic violations, actually. there was a new yellow light situation."

"...or arrive ten minutes late."

"yeah, well, some asshole tried to mug a guy three blocks from here. had to intervene." he reached behind into the trunk and retrieved your helmet; the red one he gifted you, claiming it was on brand, because apparently you were both that disgustingly blended.

"did you use your words?"

"I used several words. also my fists... mostly my fists." he swung off the bike, offering you the helmet. "you gonna sit there all night, or are you waiting for a better ride?"

you grabbed a hold of his other hand, letting him drag you up. your knees cracked loudly on your way up from being in the sitting position for so long. well, ain't that attractive, you thought to yourself. "I don’t know, I hear the bus has excellent legroom."

"the bus also has a fifty-percent chance of being held hostage in conversations you don't want to be in on any given thursday." you seized the helmet, bumping your shoulder against his arm. "come on, I’m starving." his voice had that rough leaning amusement you had learned meant he was in a good mood.

"you’re always starving. it’s like you have the metabolism of a teenage boy... oh wait."

he reached out to steady you, warm even through the glove. "watch it—"

"my mistake." you snapped the helmet on, and jason’s hands were there immediately, checking the strap like he always did. twice. his fingers lingered just under your chin.

"bad shift?" he asked, quieter now.

"table six asked me if we serve everything with a side of getting mugged. then laughed. for five minutes."

"want me to go back and deal with them?"

"tempting, but I already spit in their coffee."

he laughed in response, sharp and surprised. "that’s how it's done!" he returned to him motor, settling back in before looking back at you expectantly. you climbed on behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, and immediately, you felt him relax slightly into the contact. he was solid and warm; the mixture shouldn’t match, but it sure did in your diary.

"how was patrol last night?" you asked against his shoulder blade.

"alright. three muggers, one car thief, and a guy trying to break into a pharmacy."

"an awful amount of mugging has occurred this past week." you concluded, to which, he hummed in agreement. "you sleep at all?"

"sleep means something to you of all people..." he joked.

you thumped your forehead against his shoulder blade. "jason."

"I got four hours. I’m fine." he twisted slightly to catch a glance of you. "...the guy who keeps trying to pay in what he insists are rare collectable quarters... did he make his return?"

"oh, mr. henderson? yeah, he’s convinced he’s sitting on a fortune. I took his quarters. they’re from 2015." you settled more comfortably against him. "also, sheila finally quit… kinda of a miracle given by how you despise that name."

"the one who kept mixing up orders?"

"no, that’s shelly. sheila’s the one who refused to believe gotham has a supervillain problem."

he chuckled. "how does anyone really... we had a giant plant monster attack robinson park last month."

"her exact words were... fake news and actors who are just good at what they do."

"in gotham." he shook his head. "what finally did it?"

"penguin’s guys tried to shake down pauli for safety money. she was there for the whole thing. gave her notice the next day."

his posture shifted, and you could feel the tension creep back into his shoulders. "when was this? you didn’t tell me."

"two days ago, and I did tell you. you were half-asleep on the couch. you said, as I remember, want me to handle it? and I said, dick already scared them off, and you said, good and passed out."

"…that sounds fake but alright." he started the engine, the vibration rumbling through both of you. "dick was here in gotham, not blüdhaven?"

"full nightwing everything. apparently he was in the neighborhood. the look on pauli’s face when a superhero just walked in during the dinner rush…" you grinned against his shoulder. "priceless."

"he order anything?"

"two black coffees and a slice of cherry pie."

"performative as hell," jason muttered, pulling away from the curb and weaving into traffic with the kind of confidence that should be illegal. "grayson doesn’t even like cherry pie."

the image of cherry pie, so sudden to appear in your mind... the sweet taste of cherry pie... your stomach rumbled so loudly in your ear that you soundlessly cursed at it to be quiet. "there’s leftover pizza at home," you randomly sprung into the conversation.

"from when?"

"…monday?"

"it’s thursday."

"it’s fine. probably."

jason kicked the bike to life harder, peeling away from the curb. "we’re getting real food. I’m not dying twice because of your questionable leftover standards."

"you’re so dramatic."

"says the girl who cries to movies."

"that was one time and I was on my period and you promised never to mention it—"

he gunned the engine, your unhappy protest lost in the roar. you tightened your arms around him and felt more than his laugh in your bones.

gotham blurred past; neon and shadows and the ever-present smell of rain on concrete, flickering streetlights, the occasional neon sign advertising everything from fortunetelling to pawn shops. this was Gotham after dark, all sharp edges and uncertain shadows, but with Jason’s solid presence in front of you, it felt less like a threat and more like home. he rounded the corners like he had something to prove to the universe, and perhaps he did. your cheek rested against his back, and for just a little while, the city didn’t seem so cold.

"we need milk," you said into his ear.

"add it to the list."

"I did. the list is now seventeen items long because someone keeps eating all the groceries before I can cook with them."

"I’m growing."

"you’ve grown enough for my liking. like, honestly, you're built like a brick wall."

"a growing brick wall." he accelerated through a yellow light, making that the eighth traffic violations. "besides, you cook, I clean. that’s the deal."

"you also eat enough for three people."

"enhanced metabolism. comes with the resurrection deal. it was in the fine print."

you laughed, almost releasing a snort, the sound snatched away by the wind. it felt so freeing and fun. "there was no fine print. there was a glowing pit and a bunch of assassins."

"exactly. very unclear terms of service. I’m still working on a complaint letter to the universe." his voice fought for your attention over the loud wind. "the day off or another shift tomorrow?"

"another shift!" you shouted back.

"a day off it is!"

"jason, I swear to…"

but you were smiling, and he knew it.

your apartment building came into view, it wasn't the nicest neighborhood; the fire escape rattled, the elevator worked maybe sixty percent of the time, and the old lady on the fourth floor was definitely running some kind of voodoo game, but it was yours. home was fifteen minutes and one illegal U-turn away. you wouldn’t have it any other way.

jason navigated into the alley beside the building where he parked the motor, and cut the engine. the sudden quiet was intimate. you both climbed off, and he took your helmet, his fingers brushing yours as you assisted him in taking it off.

"you okay?" he asked, examining your face as a hand of yours shot up to rearrange his messy strands back into place the moment he took off his helmet. there was something softer weaved into his voice now. "you look tired."

"seven-hour shift on my feet. but yeah." you stretched, your back popping. "I’m good. better now."

his hand found the small of your back as you headed toward the building entrance. "I’ll run you a bath while you pick what you want for dinner."

"you spoil me."

"yeah, well." he pulled open the door, that smile making a return. "someone’s gotta make sure you don’t black out from exhaustion. you're terrible at sensing harm."

"says the guy who knows how to sense when one is terrible at it." he guided you toward the stairs, the elevator definitely wasn't working tonight, based on the hand-written ‘OUT OF ORDER’ sign. "that’s how I can recognise them in others."

you climbed in comfortable silence, your hand in his, the stairwell echoing with your footsteps. three flights up, past a door with its collection of locks, past the weird stain on the wall everyone pretended not to see, to the door with the slightly crooked numbers that marked home.

jason stood by, watching as you fumbled with your keys before unlocking it with practice. you stepped into the familiar chaos of your life, with a marking of his work; your books stacked on every surface, a handgun resting on the windowsill, both of your jackets fighting for space on the coat rack.

"bath," he reminded you, already heading toward the bathroom. "and think about food. I’m not letting you skip dinner again."

"that was one time."

"it was three times this week!"

you collapsed onto the couch, sinking into cushions. through the wall, you heard the water start running, heard him moving around with that calmness he used when he was trying to be thoughtful.

your phone buzzed. a text from Jason, even though he was twenty footsteps away: thai or greek?

you typed back: your choice

that's not an answer, and you know it

thai then

good choice. usual order?

you know it

minutes later, he emerged, leaning against the doorframe. "bath’s ready. I ordered food. should be here in forty."

you hauled yourself up, pressing a kiss to his jaw as you passed. "you really do spoil me."

his hand snatched yours, tugging you back for a proper kiss, brief but warm. "yeah, well," he said against your lips. "you put up with me. least I can do."

"putting up with you is the easy part, todd."

"liar." but he was smiling, that rare, genuine smile that made something in your chest go warm. "go. relax. I’ll handle everything else."

and so, you sank into hot water with your eyes closed; the ends of your hair soaking on your way down, beneath the surface. it wasn't long before you heard movement around apartment; the click of the tv turning on, the rustle of him settling on the couch, the quiet domesticity of it all; you thought to yourself that maybe gotham wasn’t so bad after all.

not when you have this to come home to.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

18 + soft intimacy, piv, fem!reader on top, overstimulation, male whimpering and pleading, orgasm, post sex.

: content ⌕ the tattoos on aang's body, glowing when he's overstimulated.

the glow began at the base of his spine... a humming blue that crept up the markings of his back. AANG'S hips met yours, following your moving command above him.

... once again, the glow began its movements, spreading to his other tainted parts as his muscles tensed under your palms. his breath left in ragged bursts, breezy to your collarbone, and when you stirred your weight ever so slightly... his markings pulsed brighter.

you traced the arrow on his forehead with your thumb, feeling the cooling skin under your touch. his lips parted to let out a groan weaved with a plea... the second you rocked against him, pushing slow.

aang’s hands slithered up your back, drawing you closer until there was no space left to separate you from him... every breath you took was mingled. his forehead fell to yours, his eyes locked onto yours with a security that was more than enough. his eyes flickered open and shut in the midst of pleasure, and it was only then did you realise his markings weren’t the only thing alight, tonight.

he whispered something onto your lips, way too quiet to behold, but the way his hips angled upward in response told you everything.

your palms roamed up his arm, rested over his collarbone, then travelled higher to cradle his jaw in your hands. his skin was fever-hot on your finger, making it seem every surface of him was burning, apart from his markings. when your thumb swiped the corner of his mouth, he turned his face into the calling of your touch, lips open to a gasp that was half your name, like it was the only word left in him.

"you're..." he tried to speak, failing by any means as your hips plunged down again. those parts flared elemental, rippling out to be your light in a room so dark. his eyes shot wide, and the glow there was him, the avatar state simmering just beneath the surface. you expected him to pull back, to wrestle control, but instead he dragged you down until he hid his shameful face in the crooks of your neck.

aang's hips rolled beneath you in shallow thrusts, each one breaking him down in sacrifice for an energy generating within, that had nowhere left to go but into the press of your joined bodies, the slick slide of skin on skin.

you ushered him out from hiding, shrugging your shoulder to curl in and capture his mouth to yours... his fingers tightened on your hips... his heartbeat raced, faster as you changed to a circular motion of the hips... his eyelids quivered.

as of now, his markings glowed so brightly, that they cast shadows across your bare chest. you posed your palm to his own chest, feeling the wildness of a heartbeat ... it seemed he decided it was your turn to be held, when his hands flew up with thumbs caressing your cheeks... the gesture was unbearably tender for how wrecked he looked in your eyes, how close he was.

"... aang," you breathed, his fingers trembled on your cheek.

he finally managed a word, so vulnerable. "...please.." the avatar state became one with him again, but not once did he try to fight it... he let it wash over him in waves, and ripple through his body and into yours as his hands held your thighs gently in place, pulling you flush against him with a strained exhale.

his blue glow shone like an unescapable diamond, in its final shatters before fading entirely. aang's body was limp down under you... his hands never stopped showing you love though he released... trailing up your sides, skimming over your ribs...

he swallowed, working up to finally fill the after silence. tender and overworked, he spoke sweet words as a result of deep lovemaking. "I think," he murmured, lips kissed your collarbone, "you might be the only person who’s ever touched me without wanting something from me first."

... of course you knew... about his place in the world, the endless expectations he carried. his hands moved up and down your back. "tonight, I think I might have shone brighter than I ever have done before.."

"and it’s all thanks to you just… wanting me," aang added, quieter now, and the ache in his voice was worse than any sob...

꩜ fluff, established relationship, unreaveled identity, jealousy, suggestive at the end.

: content ⌕ wally west shamelessly jealous over how much you’re gushing over kid flash.

kid flash at the central city stadium, 20xx. check the date. those electric track lights... they made him glow shockingly yellow, like he was already halfway to the speed force.

the ink smudged mid-stroke as the pen was yanked out of your hand from above, prompting you to glance up for the culprit. there, stood wally west scanning over your open page of scribbled writing.

"you're distracted," his hand flexed to twirl the stolen pen between the space of two fingers. "it's not like you to invite me over, just to ignore me the whole time."

"yeah, well it's all thanks to what i witnessed today." you sprung to your feet, your chair tumbled backwards, scraping the floor with a loud screech. you rested a hand on your desk for balance as you leaned forward, over it to snatch your pen right out of his hands, with the other. "promise you'll believe me if i tell you."

wally purposely held onto the pen a little longer before letting go, which caused the ink on your fingertips to stain his, once they met. "depends..."

"on what?" you question, pulling the chair back in to take a seat. your wrist immediately returned to writing away: i remember just thinking, I've never seen someone outrun their own shadow. it was like the laws of physics weren't even an option for him.

"only if you frame it in a way that sounds believable," he challenged.

"you know i’m good at explaining myself when i’m all excited."

"then i guess there’s nothing to believe."

"fine." you paused, not missing the way his lips' corners twitched when you met his eyes, holding back a smile, like you were finally getting to the good part. "i had a run in with the kid flash. though i don't know if i can really call it that, we were like ten feet apart. he was surrounded by a cheering crowd, y'known, saving the day yet again, and i was... admiring from a far."

you went on rambling in bursts of excitement, whilst his mind walked down memory land, back to that night.

the same night wally wasn't supposed to be there. the official roster had him listed for a charity race in keystone, but iris west had spilled coffee on the schedule, and by the time barry fixed it, wally was already in central, vibing with the crowd.

wally drifted back to the presence, now huffing at your excessive compliments thrown at kid flash.

"you seem pretty obsessed with this guy, for someone who claims to not be down with the superhero fangirls!" he said, trying to keep his tone unaffected, but he wasn't fooling anyone. there was a sprinkle of slightly concealed jealousy... concealed for a nonsensical reason?! he was the kid flash himself.

you smiled to yourself, "this obsession will be gone by tomorrow," you confirmed, "but right now, seeing him so near was such a cool experience. you've got to let me have this."

wally hummed, eyes darting your page and your writing hand. you knew he better than to accept that as a response.

"you do get where i'm coming from, don't you?" you asked, feelings of tensions were on the rise. "I mean, you're always bragging to me 'bout how much you look you to thee flash. almost like you know him in real life. strange."

... silence on his end...

you're hand stilled in confusion, "wally." you looked up immediately.

"he has green eyes." he randomly said.

"what?"

his hand slipped to your newly written, scruffy sentence; he had the most memorising eyes i've ever seen! they were light, sadly I was too far to decipher if they were blue or green!

"kid flash," wally began. "he has green eyes. everyone knows that!"

"green eyes?" your wrist twisted to correct the mistake. "just like yours."

... more silence once again...

"alright, now you're mad at me!" you noticed, through an exhale. "you usually have so much to say when i'm around."

"so do you," he shot back. "but now you're just limiting yourself to talk of kid flash like i'm not right here."

you shook your head, finally sure of what he was feeling, "you're jealous, aren't you?"

"hmm maybe a little," he mumbled, "can you blame me? you never speak about me with such pride."

"that's not true! your name's always in my mouth." you caught on to his smile, which led to you breaking out one of your own.

"if you're putting it like that, i guess the kid flash really can't take my place!"

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18 + bathing sex, piv, fem!body insecurity, body worship, fingering, teasing, postpartum, nipple play, orgasm, ending in suggestive cunnilingus.

: content ⌕ firelord!zuko proving he still gets aroused by his firelady, even after their child's birth.

"...again?" the pillow muffled ZUKO'S groan as he rolled onto his back, eyeing the empty space beside him. the sheets were still warm from where you had been moments ago... vanishing into the bathing chamber like smoke whenever his hands wandered too close.

moonlight caught his bare shoulders tense as he sat up. "you can't keep avoiding me forever," he called toward the shut door. the answering silence prickled his skin.

Inside the bath chamber, you pressed damp palms to the mirror, your reflection distorted. three months since your little daughter's birth, and still your body felt like unfamiliar territory. fire nation nobility whispered about concubines with unmarked skin, while you...

a knock. "talk to me." zuko's voice, low on his side.

the door creaked open before you could answer, steam curling around zuko’s feet as he stepped inside. his hair, half - undone from sleep, fell across his scarred cheek. you turned away, gripping the bathing pool's edge, but not before catching the way his gaze dropped to your waist where the water's surface clung.

"you’re supposed to wait for permission to enter," you mumbled, sinking deeper into the scented water.

zuko didn’t dignify that with a reply. though, he crouched at the pool’s edge. "three years married, and suddenly you’re shy" his thumb seized a droplet rolling down your shoulder. "or is it that you think I’d mind these?" his touch grazed the faint red marks along your hipbone... lighter than the lightning scars on his chest but just as permanent.

you flinched. "the fire sages say a ruler’s consort should..."

"...look like untouched porcelain... I know, I know," he finished weakly. "the same sages who called my face unfit for the throne?" he tapped your chin, forcing your gaze up to where his scar gleamed raw. "when have we ever cared for their opinion? why start now?"

you shook your head at god knows what. jasmine petals stuck to your damp collarbones as zuko shrugged out of his sleeping robe. it soon pooled at his feet. his chest was a battlefield of its own... old ridged burns interlaced with newer, pinker marks where your daughter's tiny nails had scratched him during late - night feedings.

"zuko, I..." your protest died as he soaked his body into the water, the heat making his muscles glisten.

when his knees hit the under water stone bench, zuko’s mouth found the spot beneath your ear. "be honest... which part of you thinks I’d ever stop wanting this." he cooed on damp skin, hands sliding down to grip your waist. "these hips?" a squeeze that sent water sloshing over the ledge. "this stomach?" palms skating lower, thumbs digging into the softness below your navel where your daughter had grown. "or..." his touch drowned under the waterline, testing your thighs with a passing touch of fingertips... "here?"

you gasped, hands flying to his wrists. "zuko, are you sure you don't want to wait..."

"this isn't about me," for grounding, you leanined your head against the wet tile behind you. "I've waited enough, three months, and I know you have to." his free hand squeezed your inner thigh, slow before just holding. "every night, watching you feed our daughter and pretending not to see how you wince when she latches." his fingers danced higher, avoiding where you ached most. "listening to you cry in here afterward like I wouldn’t burn the entire fire nation to the ground if it meant taking your pain."

your breath quickened. his thumb hovered just above your throbbing core, the heat of the bathwater nothing compared to the fire coiling low in your belly. "how low of you, to think I'd care about a few angry marks?" zuko whispered to your throat, a hand sliding up to cup your breast... heavy with a nurturing substance. "when every night I lie awake smelling the scent on your skin and imagining..." his fingers finally dipped between your folds, and your back laid off the tile, in an arch with a sudden gasp.

the sound echoed off walls, mixing with the drip of water from zuko's hair as he bent to lick a stripe of your neck. "we both know," fingers circling your clit, agonising and teasing, "the sages are yet to know how wet you get for me?" his teeth scraped your earlobe. "how even now, you're clenching around nothing?"

his fingers froze... a heartbeat... when your thighs tremble. It was that pause that undid you more than his touch... zuko’s breath hitched when your nails scored his shoulders... his thumb softened its circles to light strokes the instant your breathing grew ragged.

the tile was cold against your spine, but his mouth was scorching as it trailed lower... past your collarbones, over your breasts still tender from feeding your daughter hours before. he paused there, lips floating over a peaked nipple, eyes flicking up to watch you squirm. "tell me," he reassured, "if it’s too much."

you nodded violently as his tongue swirled tight around the sensitive bud, sucking gently until your hips jerked against his stomach. the whimper that escaped you sounded foreign in your own ears... desperate and keening... but zuko drank it in like a man starved. again with his free hand pacing down to grip your hip. "I got you,” he soothed to your chest as his fingers found your dripping core once more.

and gods, he did... every slow, torturous stroke of his fingers was purposeful to make you unravel by degrees. where the younger zuko, you married might have rushed, the man before you now worked with devastating patience, curling two fingers inside you just deep enough to tease before retreating to thumb lazy circles around your clit. "zuko..." you gasped.

"I know," he breathed, crooking his fingers just right. though open-mouthed kisses were placed to the stretch marks beneath your breasts, they gentled kisses whenever you hissed. his thumb never stopped its rhythm, even as he moved to cradle the back of your head with a hand. "perfect."

zuko suddenly took back his fingers... your whine at the loss tangled with the slick sound of his hand leaving you. he lifted you just enough to align himself with your dripping entrance.

"... easy," zuko asked of you. he plunged forward, the fire of him parting you slow. his forehead kissed yours as he waited, letting you adjust... always giving, even when his own thighs quivered with the effort of holding back. "is this too much..."

your nails bit into his shoulders, cutting him off. "...don't stop," you gritted, caving in to take him deeper, the stretch burning sweetly after so long apart. zuko's groan vibrated through your chest as he sank the rest of the way home, his hips greeting yours. for a second, neither of you moved... just breathed, foreheads touching.

you almost saw stars when he took it upon himself to begin moving. zuko’s breath was hot against your temple. he pulled nearly all the way out before pushing back in with the same pathetic pace. "still think I'd want anyone else?" he rumbled in the moment. he decided on deep, measured strokes that hit that spot inside you with exactly how you wanted, each resulting by the slap of water.

you couldn’t answer... couldn’t do anything but clutch at his shoulders as pleasure boiled tighter with every thrust of his hips. zuko was close in admiring your face, loving - lustful gaze.

his grip on your waist was the only float, keeping you from slipping beneath the surface. you forced your eyes open, your vision blurring with tears. zuko’s his scar flushed dark in your view. a water drip slid from his hairline down the bridge of his nose, slanting before falling onto your parted lips.

"... zuko,” you whimpered, the name broke as his thumb searched for your clit again, circles over and over. "I can’t... I’m going to..."

"I know," he smiled, so sweet second before his mouth closed onto your jaw, then neck. "let me see you."

you came undone with a cry, your body clamping around his as pleasure surged through you like wildfire. zuko’s rhythm faltered, his own release hitting him as he buried his face in your neck.

when he finally pulled back, his hands were gentle as they traced your waist, his thumbs guarding the marks there. "beautiful,” he told himself with a kiss to your collarbone before reaching for a nearby cloth to dab at the sweat beading along your brow. the tenderness in his touch made your throat tighten... he looked at you like you were still the same woman who stole his heart years ago...

the cloth fell from zuko’s fingers into the water as you caught his wrist, laying his palm flat to your stomach... "you're thinking about something, you dare not tell."

"am I?" zuko's thumb traced your navel. "funny. I thought I was worshipping."

your laugh arrived and left when he silenced it with a kiss... slow and deep, his tongue passing in, by your lips. drawing back, his lips lingered close enough to share breath. "the sages," he brought up their wicked calling, nipping at your lower lip, "never warned me about this."

"about what?"

"that their fire lord would fall to his knees for a single sigh from his wife." zuko ushered you to perch on the pool's edge, as he dipped his head lower... pushing your thighs apart on the way down...

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okay i always think about this so i will rant under it!!

talia’s whitewashing have been a problem but i think the problem is not her having light skin, because arabs can be pale. pale skinned arabs do exist!! the problem with her skin color is that when she helps the plot in a good way, for example when she helps batman, she has pale skin. when she is a villain in the story she has darker skin. this is actually what disturbs me. not her having pale skin or dark skin, i am fine with both,, but i get sick when i see her skin color change according to when she is “good” or “evil”

✎⠀⠀pairing ⦂ dick grayson x ex!reader l smau

࿐ synopsis ⦂ a second chance romance told entirely through instagram follows, late night diner texts, and the chaos of mutuals who saw it coming before either of you did.

꒰꒰ involving contents ⦂ reader x platonic! jason todd, wally west, roy harper, donna troy, fluff, banter, friends gossiping, teasing, implications of sleeping together, use of timestamps and your.username.

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dick.grayskies: posted a story 09:23pm

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your.username: posted a story 09:49pm

📍downtown's diner, gotham

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wally.west.is.fastest sent you a message: seen

wally.west.is.fastest: hey!! haven't heard from you in forever omg 10:12pm

wally.west.is.fastest: saw your story, you're at downtown's diner?? 10:13pm

wally.west.is.fastest: dick's may be two blocks from there btw. just saying 👀 10:15pm

your.username: i swear to god 10:16pm

wally.west.is.fastest: oh so you do respond, only to the mention of he who shall not be named

your.username: you literally just mentioned him 10:19pm

wally.west.is.fastest: oh well 10:20pm

wally.west.is.fastest: you can calm down!! it's not like he has been checking your profile every single day for two months 🙂

wally.west.is.fastest: completely unrelated information! 10:21pm

your.username: goodnight wally 10:22pm

wally.west.is.fastest: okay okay. but for REAL be careful out there, you won't want him to have to save the day 💛

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[5 mutual followers: jason.tee, roy_harper_realguy, donna.megatroy, wally.west.is.fastest, starryeyed.kori]

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your.username sent a message: seen

your.username: really 11:06pm

dick.grayskies: what

your.username: the follow, grayson 11:07pm

dick.grayskies: it's a follow. relax 11:08pm

your.username: after two months of nothing 11:10pm

dick.grayskies: i saw your story

your.username: i know you saw my story

dick.grayskies: you look good 11:11pm

dick.grayskies: are you still there? i'm just saying 11:15pm

your.username: don't 11:16pm

dick.grayskies: alright

your.username: alright?

dick.grayskies: you gonna be out long 11:17pm

you.username: grayson.

dick.grayskies: i'm in the neighborhood 11:18pm

your.username: that's literally the worst thing you could have said to me right now 11:19pm

dick.grayskies: probably yeah

dick.grayskies: so? 11:23pm

your.username: so what

dick.grayskies: so are you gonna be out long

your.username: i despise you 11:24pm

dick.grayskies: do you really?

your.username: i'm here until last call 11:28pm

dick.grayskies: cool 11:29pm

dick.grayskies: just so you know

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[GROUP CHAT: the most normal guys ever 🚨]

wally.west.is.fastest: WAIT 12:53pm

wally.west.is.fastest: WAIT WAIT WAIT

roy_harper_realguy: what happened now 12:59pm

wally.west.is.fastest: i just saw that dick followed (y/n) again 01:00am

roy_harper_realguy: NO HE DIDN'T

wally.west.is.fastest: CHECK. HIS. PAGE. 01:01am

roy_harper_realguy: no way he did

roy_harper_realguy: jay did you know about your brothers doings?!

jason.tee: i plead the fifth 01:10am

wally.west.is.fastest: JASON!

jason.tee: look alright they're adults!!! why do we care 01:12am

roy_harper_realguy: they are absolutely not going to act like adults

jason.tee: no probably not 01:18am

wally.west.is.fastest: someone should warn her 01:19am

roy_harper_realguy: warn her or warn HIM

roy_harper_realguy: last time those were in the same room dick walked into a wall

jason.tee: he did NOT walk into a wall 01:21am

wally.west.is.fastest: aww. look at you defending your older brother. so cute

roy_harper_realguy: bro he ABSOLUTELY walked into a wall. i was THERE

wally.west.is.fastest: 💀💀💀 01:22am

jason.tee: okay he was distracted. it was a stressful night 01:27am

wally.west.is.fastest: 🪦🪦🪦

jason.tee: enough with the emojis. did your word keyboard go missing 01:28am

roy_harper_realguy: he was distracted cause she was wearing that red dress

wally.west.is.fastest: THE RED DRESS INCIDENT

jason.todd: we don't call it that 01:30am

roy_harper_realguy: we literally all call it that 01:31am

wally.west.is.fastest: i'm manifesting chaos tonight. i can feel it

roy_harper_realguy: pour one out for whoever's couch he ends up NOT sleeping on tonight. hers or his 🙏🏻

jason.tee: ROY 01:41am

roy_harper_realguy: what!! i'm just being real!! 01:42am

wally.west.is.fastest: and why does it take you so long to respond

wally.west.is.fastest: could it be cause you're too busy trying to find the right emoji 01:43am

wally.west.is.fastest: so mad that you told me to cut it out with my own emojis or? i’m cool and you’re not, face it

seen: jason.tee

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your.username sent a message to donna.megatroy: seen

your.username: okay so there's more to the story than you think 01:38am

donna.megatroy: oh no

your.username: you haven't even given me time to explain anything yet 01:39am

donna.megatroy: you always say there's an explanation, and it's just stuff i already have figured out

your.username: that is so not true

donna.megatroy: did grayson text you 01:40am

donna.megatroy: YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!! answer and stop hiding 01:46am

your.username: he followed me first!! that's basically HIS fault

donna.megatroy: what did i say. the exact same thing i say to him as a good friend would. WHAT did i say when you posted that story

your.username: you said 'don't post that story' 01:47am

donna.megatroy: AND 01:48am

your.username: and 'dick will see it'

donna.megatroy: AND

your.username: and 'this is going to be a whole thing'

donna.megatroy: SO 01:49am

your.username: okay but listen. he said i looked good

donna.megatroy: i'm going to pass away

your.username: what do i DO 01:50am

donna.megatroy: you go HOME is what you do 01:51am

your.username: he's like. two blocks away 01:52am

donna.megatroy: ABSOLUTELY NOT

your.username: i told him i'm here until last call

donna.megatroy: i can't believe you

donna.megatroy: you know i can't

donna.megatroy: no trust in you whatsoever 01:53am

your.username: the heart wants what it wants 😭

donna.megatroy: don't quote britney spears at me right now i'm serious 01:54am

donna.megatroy: he broke up with you two months ago!! and i've been stuck in the middle, trying to be there for both of you 01:55am

your.username: he didn't BREAK UP with me it was mutual

donna.megatroy: it was not mutual and we both know it

your.username: he has that jacket on. the leather, striped blue one. 02:03am

donna.megatroy: you SAW him already???

your.username: he just walked in

donna.megatroy: lord give me STRENGTH

your.username: okay i gotta go 02:06am

donna.megatroy: DO NOT DO ANYTHING STUPID 02:07am

your.username: lol

your.username: 😇

donna.megatroy: THAT EMOJI MEANS NOTHING COMING FROM YOU 02:08am

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your.username: posted to close friends story 03:49am

no comment, other than we’re heading back to my apartment now, where it all began.

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wally.west.is.fastest: I CALLED IT 03:51am

roy_harper_realguy: SHE PUT IT ON CLOSE FRIENDS

jason.tee: why are you two on her close friends list and not me 03:54am

roy_harper_realguy: because we're loveable jay tee

wally.west.is.fastest: chaos has been manifested. my work here is done

roy_harper_realguy: dick owes me twenty bucks 03:55am

jason.tee: when did you bet on this 03:56am

roy_harper_realguy: feburary. on valentines day

jason.tee: it's APRIL 03:57am

roy_harper_realguy: i'm a patient guy todd

wally.west.is.fastest: thought you were a real guy. see what i did there

wally.west.is.fastest: you know what this joke needs?!?

jason.tee: don’t you dare!! i can see you taking long to type like you’re searching for something

wally.west.is.fastest: 😭😭😭

jason.tee removed wally.west.is.fastest

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your.username sent a message to dick.grayskies: seen

your.username: hey 06:14am

your.username: you left your hoodie behind at my place

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dick.grayskies: sent you a message: seen

dick.grayskies: i know 06:31am

your.username: okay 06:49am

dick.grayskies: keep it for now

your.username: yeah?

dick.grayskies: yeah

your.username: this was a bad idea

dick.grayskies: the worst idea

your.username: you busy tomorrow 06:57am

dick.grayskies: you really want your tomorrow to be a repeat.

dick.grayskies: i can be there all days of the week if you want me to. all you gotta do is take me back

your.username: i know 07:01am

dick.grayskies: i know you know

your.username: so?

dick.grayskies: probably not busy 07:09am

your.username: cool

dick.grayskies: this is still a bad idea

your.username: yeah

your.username: worst one i've had in a while 07:10am

your.username: worth it though 🙄

dick.grayskies: yeah

dick.grayskies: maybe 07:14am

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roy_harper_realguy added wally.west.is.fastest

wally.west.is.fastest: good morning!! to you especially todd 09:26am

wally.west.is.fastest: no time to swiftly humble you right now. anyone heard from dick

roy.harper.realguy: his location hasn't moved since last night 09:27am

jason.tee: WHY DO YOU HAVE HIS LOCATION 09:34am

roy_harper_realguy: safety reasons todd. your city is DANGEROUS. to think you of all people would understand

wally.west.is.fastest: 💀

jason.tee: i'm going back to sleep 09:55am

wally.west.is.fastest: yeah. humble yourself to sleep

roy_harper_realguy: tell alfred we said hi when you get home 🙏🏻

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