# 𐔌 . ⋮ BATBOYS & SUMMER CHARM .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ( dick, jason, tim, damian, bruce )
˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ currently have nothing to do this entire summer so.. basically why not write about them during this season like it only made sense🥹🥹,
dick is the human equivalent of sunshine in summer. he wakes up early, makes smoothies, and drags you to the rooftop for sunrise yoga because “the view is insane babe, trust me.”
“come on, just one sun tan.” he says, already in position, grinning like an idiot. when you groan he just laughs and pulls you into his arms instead, kissing your neck. “fine, we can be lazy today. but only if you let me carry you to the pool later.”
he’s the one who turns every outing into an adventure rooftop picnics, late night swims, driving with the windows down blasting music.
he gets tan so easily and always makes sure you have sunscreen on your back, fingers lingering a little too long.
jason pretends he hates summer but secretly loves the excuse to be outside with you. he takes you to quiet spots away from the city old parks, rooftops at night, anywhere the heat doesn’t feel suffocating.
“it’s too damn hot,” he grumbles, but he’s already spreading a blanket under a tree and pulling you down with him. “don’t even think about moving. we’re staying here until the sun goes down.”
he reads while you rest your head on his chest, one hand absently rubbing your back. every once in a while he’ll lean down and murmur “you look good like this” against your hair, voice low and rough.
tim turns summer into a research project. he has three different apps tracking the best ice cream places, the least crowded beaches, and the perfect sunset times.
“statistically this spot has the best view at 8:47,” he says seriously, setting up a whole picnic with fairy lights he definitely over-prepared. when you tease him he just blushes and mumbles “i wanted it to be nice for you…”
he works late but always makes time for late night drives with the ac blasting and his hand on your thigh. he falls asleep on your shoulder halfway through the movie you’re watching outside and you just let him.
damian acts like summer is so beneath him but he’s the one who wakes you up at dawn to go to the botanical gardens because “the light is better for the flowers.”
“tt, don’t be slow,” he says, but he’s holding your hand the whole time and explaining every plant like it’s the most important thing in the world. when you get tired he carries you on his back without complaint, titus trotting beside you.
at night he lets you sit between his legs on the balcony, arms around your waist, chin on your shoulder. “the heat is tolerable when you’re here,” he mutters, almost embarrassed by how soft he sounds.
bruce is the definition of controlled chaos in summer. he tries to keep his schedule but ends up canceling meetings just to be with you.
“alfred, clear my afternoon,” he says into his phone while you’re both on the balcony, his arm around your waist. when you raise an eyebrow he just kisses your temple. “the world can wait. you can’t.”
he takes you to the manor pool at night when no one’s around, swimming laps while you sit on the edge with your feet in the water. he’ll pull you in fully clothed just to hear you laugh, then wrap you in a towel and carry you inside like it’s the most normal thing.
“you make me want to slow down,” he admits quietly one evening, forehead against yours, the city lights flickering below. “and i don’t slow down for anyone.”
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