Ms. Lovergirl

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That's My...Dad?!

Batboys x reader

Word count: 1384

Summary: You already knew of their secret identity…it’s just fun to mess with them when you bring their dad into it.

a/n: This idea has been in me for days, and here it is! Enjoy!

Dick Grayson 

“Superman is a way better superhero than Wonder Woman!” 

Dick wasn’t trying to put Diana under the bus, but he had to make a point. 

“He has super speed, Godly strength, heat vision—oh, did I mention, he could fly.”

Dick listed all these things and you couldn’t help but laugh. 

“What?”

“Nothing, I just didn’t realize how passionate you were about Superman.”

“Well, duh, who wouldn’t look up to Superman.”

You hummed, “that’s true. But you gotta admit, Batman is so much cooler…and much sexier.”

Dick stopped eating. 

It was like he was kicked in the balls.

“What?”

“Batman is—”

“Don’t worry, sweets, I heard you. But what the hell?”

“What, you know Batman personally?”

“No, no! It’s just—Batman, am I right?”

“No, I don’t if you’re right.” 

“It’s just Batman doesn’t have superpowers—”

“But isn’t it impressive that he could keep up with the league?”

“He looks like a bad communicator—”

“How would you know that—”

“He wears his underwear outside of his suit, I mean, who does that?”

“Superman.”

“Oh.”

Dick looks back at his food and shoves the spoon in his mouth. 

He looks back at you and points the spoon at you, “you gotta admit, though, Nightwing is far better than Batman.”

You rolled your eyes, 

“You mean Batman’s Walmart version? Yeah, I kinda have to pass on that.”

He smashed his face on his food. 

“Dick!” 

He straightened his back and put his palms together in front of his face, he sighed, 

“Nightwing is the younger, hotter, smarter version of Batman! What’s there not to love about him?”

You grabbed a tissue on the table and wiped the food off his face, “I mean, he’s too overly perfect.”

He grabbed your wrist, “Isn’t that a good sign? He could be your boyfriend.”

“Yeah, but it almost seems like he’s untouchable. He’s known as Gotham’s golden child for a reason.”

“I’m telling you, sweets, he’s very much touchable.” 

You laughed at this. Of course he would say that about himself. You shook your head.

“So is Batman! And he has emotional baggage, plus points for character development.”

“Trust me, honey, he will not be getting better anytime soon.”

You both stared at each other, and started laughing. 

“Okay, okay. You might have a point there.”

He nodded and went back to eating. 

“I still think he’s hotter than Nightwing, though—”

Motherfu—

Jason Todd

He turned on the television and turned the channel to the news. He was in the kitchen, inches away from the living room where you stayed. You were lounging around with a book in your hands. 

He heard vaguely, “Breaking news: Batman has thrown the Joker in jail the sixth time this week. Hopefully, it will not turn into the seventh time—”

He tunes the news out, opting to focus on breakfast. 

“Wow. Batman is hot!”

He stopped stirring the bowl and set it down as calmly (it wasn’t calm) as possible. 

You looked back.

“Dear, are you alright—”

“Batman is hot?” 

“I mean, yeah—”

“Batman is hot?” 

“You repeating it just makes it truer.”

“I—ugh.”

Jason puts a palm in his face. He then drops his hand and reaches for the whisk and the bowl. He started calmly stirring again. 

“Batman is not hot.”

“I mean, it’s in terms of preference—”

“Batman is not hot.”

“Do you just repeat what you say?”

He got a pan under the sink and started heating it by the stove. 

“Darling, he doesn’t kill the criminals. And then they break out and give havoc back in Gotham. If you ask me, he’s just as guilty as the criminals he fights.”

“That’s true, if he didn’t stick to his morals, he would have been the perfect vigilante.”

He nodded and put his hand over the pan. Once it’s hot enough, he started pouring the pancake batter on the pan. 

“Doesn’t mean he’s hot, though.”

He grunted and flipped the pancake using a spatula. 

“Red Hood is way hotter.” 

You blinked. Because—

“Who?”

Jason whipped his head towards you, “what do you mean, ‘who?’ uh, the best vigilante of all time!”

“...who?” 

“The guy with the cool motorcycle? His main weapon is guns? The one with the red mask—” 

“Oh! The creepy lookin’ one? Isn’t he like, a villain, though?” 

You think you smelled burning in the kitchen. 

Tim Drake

You placed the coffee mug down near his computer. 

“Here you go, you coffee freak.”

“Thanks.” 

“What are you doing now?”

“Collecting data for the new launch of the new technology in the Wayne Enterprises.”

You settled down on the couch beside his desk.

“Oh, poor me, I should have never been involved with a CEO.” 

You put one of the back of your hands on your forehead and shake your head slightly. 

“Yes, yes. Poor you, you have money.”

You barked out a laugh and leaned towards him.

“Hey.”

“What.”

“Hey.”

“What.”

You put a palm to your chin. Resting as your head on it while you watch your lover. 

“Don’t you ever wonder what kind of gadgets Batman has?”

He looked at you. Squinted. 

“Doesn’t he have…weapons?”

“I mean, obviously he does. But maybe he has other kind of weapons that could—”

He raised his hand and shoved it a little forward. 

“Nope. I don’t wanna hear it.” 

You pouted, “C’mon, it’s a hot thought!”

“He has at least 10,000 batarangs, 12,000 gas pellets, at least 200 grappling hooks, and other suits like Hellbat, Justice Buster, and Thrasher.”

You squinted, “Did you just hack the Bat?”

He shrugged, “You can’t really hack if you have access.” 

“Well, you wouldn’t know he would be hiding that kind of stuff in whatever place he hides his gadgets. He’d probably hide them where nowhere else could find it. You know, because it’s a secret.”

Tim thought for a moment, your logic does make sense. I mean, after learning the way he talks to Catwoman in an unwanted call. It makes perfect sense. 

“That’s…possible. You’d best be fit with Red Robin anyway.”

You smiled at this, “Red Robin, huh?” 

He does not like your tone.

“Sounds like Red Robin doesn’t know when to move on being a Robin.”

He blinked. And did a double take.

“What a freaky little shit.”

What. 

“He is the most intelligent Robin that Batman has ever had! He is the Brains of the operation for a reason—”

“Gives him more of a reason to stick to the title as ‘Robin’, no?”

God, he needs another coffee.

Damian Wayne

You and Damian are walking around Gotham finding art supplies for your date late that day. Until you stop by a toy shop and look out the window.

“What is it, beloved?” 

“Look,” you pointed at the Batman plushie, “Isn’t he cute?” 

He looks at the Robin beside it, “I see.” 

You both walked forward and you continued to speak, “Sometimes I forget Batman is actually alive, you know? He’s plastered like some celebrity.”

He nodded, “I agree. Civilians should stop idolizing Batman and see him for what he truly is: a man who beats up criminals because he sold his soul to the devil.”

You whistled, “a little dark, don’t you think?”

“That is how Batman is to be perceived.” 

“But you have to admit, though, he is quite sexy.”

Damian’s mind stopped for a second. And then two. 

“You have sexual feelings for Batman?”

“Not as much I do for you,”

Damian turns pink at this, “But he does have a nice body.” 

Damian muttered, “that could be said about Robin.” 

You widened your eyes, “Dami!”

“What is it, beloved?”

“Did you just imply that I should look at Robin in a sexual way?”

“Well, why couldn’t you—”

“Dami! He’s a 12 year old boy.” 

He blinked. 

He forgot about that.

“A literal child!” 

“Beloved, I didn’t mean it in that way—Robin is just adorable that’s all—”

“So you do want me to be a pedophile! Is that how low you thought of me? Thinking of a child that way.” 

You just shook your head and laughed.

“So, which Robin were you referring to? Nightwing? Red Hood? Red Robin?” 

“I wasn’t referring to any of them—”

“So you did think I would be a pedophile!” 

Oh, if only you knew where Robin’s at right now. 

contents :: smau. established relationship. fluff. sexual content in jason's. reader gets a period, but no mention of gender.

— BRUCE WAYNE

contents :: smau. established relationship. fluff. gender neutral reader.

— BRUCE WAYNE

I've blocked and reported them already but tagging staff here as well so hopefully this can be sorted before anyone actually falls for it.