I'm a 28-year-old French girl obsessed with Batman and his people (especially Jason and the girls) and his villains (don't tell me Poison Ivy isn't wife material).
When are we getting married? (Jason Todd x gn!reader + Dick Grayson)
Skincare routine (Jason Todd x afab!reader + Dick Grayson x Koriand'r)
A hobby (Bruce Wayne x gn!reader + Alfred Pennyworth)
Adopting Duke (Bruce Wayne x gn!reader + Duke Thomas)
Crushes are oblivious (Stephanie Brown x gn!reader)
Brothers being brothers (Jason Todd / Tim Drake)
Kidnapper (Bruce Wayne / Kidnapper + Dick Grayson)
Do your bed, Damian (Damian Wayne / Alfred Pennyworth / Bruce Wayne)
Yeah I saved you (Jason Todd / Tim Drake)
Men like him (Carmine Falcone / Selina Kyle / Bruce Wayne)
Jerk / Bitch (Stephanie Brown / Jason Todd)
Smart kids (Stephanie Brown / Duke Thomas)
Imagines / Oneshots
The nightmare (Jason Todd x gn!reader)
It's happening again (Jason Todd x gn!reader)
Just in love (Jason Todd x f!reader)
You're always making things better, Jay (Jason Todd x GN!reader)
You're going to be okay, Jay (Jason Todd x GN!reader)
A new flower to take care of (Poison Ivy x GN!reader)
I'll do better for you (Poison Ivy x GN!reader)
Let's free the world from humanity (Poison Ivy x GN!reader)
Friends are the best painkillers (Platonic!batfamily x chronically ill gn!reader)
Headcanons
Demon Head!Bruce Wayne (x f!reader)
The nightclub (Jason Todd x f!reader)
Series
You are my heaven // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 (Bruce Wayne x f!reader)
Being in a relationship with Bruce Wayne: a journey: afab!reader's origin story // Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10
Persephone // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 (Bruce Wayne x f!reader)
Death can't keep up apart // Part 2 (Bruce Wayne x f!reader)
Behind the masks // Part 2 (Bruce Wayne x gn mayor!reader)
A predatory bird // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 (Bruce Wayne x gn Talon!reader)
Don't touch Red Hood, Batman! // I like to flirt with you, Red Hood! // You're my guardian angel, Red Hood! // I love you, my crime lord! (Jason Todd x f!reader)
Love me like in a dark fairytale // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 (knight!Jason Todd x princess!reader)
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i'd even go as far as saying there's only one side dick would ever take over bruce's and that is his own. to him, he's the only person sufficiently qualified to disagree with bruce. everyone else is a casual. and wrong
i’d be so pissed off if dick grayson were my brother imagine you’re having a laugh with him and you make some joke about bruce wayne that he’s decided in his beautiful mind went too far in ways that you actually don’t fully understand and he suddenly gets all serious and looks darkly to the side and goes “you don’t know him. not like i do. you haven’t bled for him and loved him the way that i have.” like oh my fucking god bro i was playinggg
I’ve seen lots of “Batman is Bruce Wayne’s secret lover” and “Bruce Wayne is Batman’s benefactor” but consider the following unexplored potential relationships:
Batman is Thomas Wayne’s illegitimate child (and therefore Bruce’s half brother)
Bruce is Batman’s LinkedIn Mentor
Batman is Bruce’s dominatrix
They killed someone in a boating accident back in 1997 and are sworn to keep that secret together until they die
Batman is an evil Bruce clone created by Lex Luthor who went rogue
they don’t know each other but Batman keeps saving Bruce because he thinks he knows him from somewhere, maybe
Batman is trying to collect on a ransom for Bruce but you have to rescue him ten times on the punch card
Batman is Jim Gordon and he only rescues Bruce so he can yell at him for letting his ward sleep with his daughter
Batman is a hired actor Bruce employs for PTSD exposure therapy
Etc etc
All I’m saying is, the Gotham tabloids should be getting way more creative and outlandish with their theories. “Oh, they’re sleeping together!” is so lame. Readers need intrigue.
(the batkids write this list and submit it to the local tabloids with little success)
summary: jason thought you didn’t know he was red hood. he preferred to keep it that way for now. you knew that jason was red hood. you just figured he didn’t like to talk about it all that much.
word count: 2k
warnings: none
Jason was being as quiet as he possibly could be, which wasn’t easy when geared up from head to toe in his heavy Red Hood suit.
From his steel toed boots- that he could not figure out how to tiptoe in to save his life. Which was pointed out by his brothers, who made fun of him relentlessly whenever he failed to sneak up on someone in the field. To even the way his trusty leather jacket creaks over his chest plate agonizingly loud in the otherwise silent apartment.
His one goal: to not wake you up from whatever peaceful slumber you had fallen into since he left you last.
You had been dating for a few months now and as much as he loved you- god, did Jason love you- he didn’t exactly know how to broach the whole… vilgilante topic.
It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you to keep it a secret, he did, his only fear was that you looked at him differently once you knew that he was the feared Red Hood of Crime Alley. He was worried beyond belief that you would view the relationship that you built together- the one he treasured more than anything in this world- as one built on lies.
And while that couldn’t be further from the truth, he still couldn’t stop the way his lungs seized and practically collapsed in on themselves whenever he even thought about letting you in his nightlife secret.
How would he even start that conversation? ‘Oh, hey, babe. You know that Red Hood guy? The one that everyone fears- the one that kills people? Yeah? Well, that’s me! Plus, and my dad is Batman! Anyway, what do you want for dinner?’
Yeah, fat chance.
Jason grumbled inaudibly under his breath as he attempted to shed himself of his gun holster, that appeared to pick that specific time to get slightly tangled and stuck, and therefore inconvenience the man who wanted nothing more than to slip into bed discreetly beside you.
Just as he went to pass the kitchen and make his way to the bathroom to rid himself of the rest of his ensemble, however, a soft clattering had him freezing directly in his steps.
The man swore his heart stopped beating all together in his chest as he slowly turned his head- still with his red helmet over it- to face you, standing innocently with your back towards him, clad in nothing but one of your boyfriends old sleep shirts as you filled up a glass of water at the sink.
Before the vigilante could even attempt to move out of your line of sight- his fight or flight instincts all of a sudden completely nonexistent, apparently- you shut off the tap and turned to him calmly, sipping gingerly on your drink.
“Hi, baby,” You greeted quietly, giving the man a small smile as you padded forwards against the hardwood floors.
It was pathetic, really, how every thought completely vanished from the man’s mind right then and there. As if the mere sight of you had stolen away any ounce of common sense he may have had clanging around in his head.
Jason was rendered completely useless, frozen with his mouth hanging open and pupils blown wide as he stared directly at you. You continued to approach him, undeterred by his whole getup.
You stood on your tiptoes, placing a quick, chaste kiss to the side of his helmet, “Come to bed soon, I missed you.” Is all you said before taking your glass of water and disappear back into your room as if you had just had the most normal exchange in the world.
As if this were just an average night for you.
“Uhh…” Jason stuttered out into the empty space, breaths coming out as nothing more than practically a wheeze at this point, “What?”
He had to have been hallucinating. He must’ve been, right? After all, there was no way you had just acted as if you knew the Red Hood, had just kissed him on the cheek as if he were Jason.
Which, to your knowledge, he wasn’t.
Sleepwalking. You had to have been sleepwalking. That was the only way possible he could even begin to explain what the hell had just taken place.
You had slept-walked into the kitchen to pour yourself a late night glass of water and in your hazed mind, had seen a man in your apartment that you could only assume to be your boyfriend, and then went on your merry way back to bed.
Todd quickly shook his head, ridding himself of all thoughts of anything other than the possibility of you having just been sleepwalking in front of him. True, you had never done so before, but there was a first time for everything, wasn’t there?
Quickly slipping out of the rest of his suit and into nothing but a pair of low hanging sweatpants, Jason timidly made his way to your bedroom, peering inside as if fully expecting a bomb to be chucked directly in his face if he stepped in too fast.
“Hey, Jay.” You greeted softly, causing the man’s green eyed gaze to snap directly to you, where you sat propped up against the headboard, smiling welcomingly at the man.
You, who was very much awake, and very much not sleepwalking.
The cup you had fetched now sat discarded on your bedside table, and you held your open arms out to your boyfriend, a silent invitation if Jason had ever seen one.
He shuffled into the room awkwardly, hand coming up to tug slightly at the back of his dark hair as he eyed you wearily, “Hi, sweetheart,” He mumbled back, almost as though he were testing the waters as he approached you, “Havin’ a good night?” He asked when he came to a stop in front of the mattress, gulping.
Humming in response, you reached over and gently but firmly tugged your boyfriend down onto the bed beside you, making yourself comfortable snuggled against his chest without further delay, “Very. It was nice and relaxing. How about you, baby?” You asked, tracing idle shapes against his bare chest while you allowed your eyes to flutter shut.
Jason swallowed harshly once more as his arm came to wrap itself around you unconsciously, unsure of how exactly to bring up what had just gone down in the kitchen. How you had seen him in his vigilante getup and hadn’t even batted an eye.
“So, about what you just saw-” He started, unsure of what else he could even say, but you swiftly cut him off as your head popped up and your serious gaze met his.
Whatever lingering sleepiness that had been clinging to your expression vanished in and instant, a sense of alertness coming over you.
“Oh, Jay, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” A small frown was pulling at your lips as you spoke.
He blinked down at you once. Twice. “I-what?” He tripped over his words, a jumble of syllables falling out in turn.
You sighed, dropping your chin against his pec so you could still gaze up at him with a soft pout now adorning your features, “I know you don’t like to talk about the whole Red Hood thing, so I’m sorry if I made you upset by talking to you while you were still- what? In costume? Suited up?” You shook your head softly, “Sorry, baby, I don’t know the correct term.”
The words rolled off your tongue so casually, as if you were merely discussing the weather. Not the possibility of your boyfriend of a few months being a vigilante.
Jason practically leapt to his feet, though he was careful to gently move you off of him before he did so, “I- you knew?” He spat out, complete and utter bewilderment overtaking his features.
He didn’t know what was happening. Everything was so confusing and he felt as though the walls of your bedroom were spinning around him suddenly, trying to knock him off kilter.
You rose to your knees on the mattress in front of your boyfriend, confusion mirroring his own spreading throughout your face, “Knew about what, Jay?” You asked as gently as you could manage at exactly 4:24 in the morning.
Pacing commenced before your very eyes as Jason ran his hands repeatedly through his hair, “Red Hood! You- you knew about Red Hood?” It sounded more as though he were speaking to himself, trying to wrap his mind around such possibilities that seemed so far fetched from him a mere twenty minutes prior.
“About… you being Red Hood?” You asked so slowly, eyebrows furrowing as what he was questioning you about finally processed in your head, “Of course I knew, I’ve known since the second week of us dating.” You said it slowly, gently, as if speaking to an unstable toddler.
Jason froze for what felt like the tenth time that night, “What?” He asked, completely horrified, “You- knew?”
You shook your head back and forth, “Of course I knew. I thought you… knew that I knew?” The more you talked, the less certain on the topic you seemed, “I mean, you’re not exactly slick about it.”
If it was even possible, his eyes had just been blown wider than they had been, “What- what’s that supposed to mean?” He sputtered out.
“I mean how you leave your vigilante suit in the closet.” You explained slowly.
“In a duffle bag!” He defended, mind reeling as he went over any single moment that he could’ve tripped up on the whole ‘secret identity’ thing in the last few months of you dating.
“That you often leave not only opened, but flipped upside down.” You continued, “I swear it spends more time across the closet floor than it actually does on you at night. And speaking of, you keep very odd hours, Jay. Even by Gotham standards. There’s only so much detective work that could possibly go into figuring something like that out.”
Jason dropped his head into his hands, “I thought I was careful.” He all but groaned, words becoming muffled through his fingers.
Gently, you reached out and took his hands into your own, pulling them away so he would look you in the eyes as you soothingly ran your thumbs across his wrists, “Not to mention the fact that I saw you changing into your suit on our second week of dating. I think you thought I was asleep so you were trying to be quiet, but you actually bumped into the dresser pretty loudly and started cursing like a sailor.” You giggled slightly under your breath at the thought, “It was kinda hard to miss.”
He swallowed thickly, eyes now taking in every inch of your face, scanning for those signs of fear and regret he had dreaded looking upon the moment you knew about his Red Hood life, “So… you knew all along?”
Nodding gently, you squeezed his hands once, “Well, I kind of assumed you knew that I knew and just didn’t like to talk about it.” You shrugged almost bashfully now, as if realizing that you very poorly misread the situation, “I always just thought you liked to keep that life and this life with the two of us separate. I thought I was respecting your wishes by never bringing it up.”
“And you’re not…” He searched for the right words, “Scared of me- of Red Hood?”
Your eyebrows shot up at the suggestion, as if it were the most unhinged and improbable thing he could’ve possibly asked you in that moment, “Scared of you? Of course not, Jay, you keep me- and so many other people safe- each and every night. I have nothing to be scared of from you.”
Jason had not realized until that moment just how much he had needed to hear those exact words fall from your lips. He all but deflated as what felt like the weight of a thousand burdens lifted from his shoulders and were obliterated before his very eyes.
“Oh, sweetheart,” He sighed, somewhat dreamily, sweeping a piece of hair away from your eyes, “All this time, I saw so worried about you knowing and… and looking at me differently. When, in reality, you knew all along.”
You leaned into the man’s touch without thinking twice, eyes fluttering shut as you planted a soft kiss to the inside of his hand that gingerly cupped your cheek now, “Nothing you could do could ever make me look at you differently, Jason.” You assured him, “Now, get in bed, it’s late and I’m tired.” You teased, tugging him down alongside you once more.
He allowed you to do as such to him and he stayed still for a moment, with you curled up at his side and letting out a content hum when he began moving his fingers through your hair.
“Sweetheart?” Jason asked after a few moments of silence, “…I can be subtle right?”
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featuring: wally west, tim drake, dick grayson, jason todd
content: smau, established relationship, fem!reader, talks of pregnancy (non-serious), potentially sexual themes ??? this is just crack don't mind me
— wally west
— tim drake
— dick grayson
— jason todd
a/n: baby's first SMAU! this is a prompt that has floated around in my brain for a while and i'm honestly kind of shocked that i've never seen it done before (let me know if u have). all the pictures are from pinterest btw. let me know what u think!
likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated <3
something about husband!bruce wayne wanting his reader to take charge of everything when he’s tired itches my brain the right way.
bruce is spent after a long night of fighting small time crooks, the indentation of his cowl still resting over the skin of his cheeks. he’s halfway through taking his gloves off when you walk into the batcave, the robe he’d gifted you for your fourth anniversary looking far too nice on your figure for his current tired liking.
exhausted out of his mind, he seeks the comfort of your warmth, bringing you into the tightest hug he can muster when his muscles are strained and bones feel like they’ll pop out of their sockets. it’s a sign enough for you to help him undress.
he could take care of himself, but for goodness’s sake, he was an old man now! —- if salt-and-pepper hair deemed him as such. out of his late thirties with joint problems and the awful sting in the neck from a particular fight against bane years ago, getting the suit off could be troublesome.
you work the gloves off his fingers, a sigh of relief leaving bruce’s lips when the hot material slips from his aching skin. pressing kisses to the tips of every digit and then the palm, you move to the utility belt, shortly discarded on the nearby table along with the gloves.
“thank you, my dear,” he whispers, a rasp underlying in his words. you cup the side of his neck and kiss the edge of what seems like the pressure line of his cowl still marked near his jaw. his breath hitches, taken aback by the tenderness of your actions, although anything but unfamiliar.
“shower?” you ask quietly, massaging over the tense muscles of his shoulders. “mhm. you, me, and some much needed steam.” once all of his fighting garments are discarded, you drag him along for some much needed personal attention. and maybe some medical care, too.
Jason Todd, who would do anything for you. Need help burying a body? He’s your man. A shovels already in hand and a kiss is being dropped to your forehead as he tells you to let him take care of it. Or- better yet- you want him to kill someone for a you? Well, you just wanted him to scare them- but he was not lying when he said that he would do anything for you. Whoever was causing you problems was unexpectedly gone within the hour, no questions asked. On a more casual level, Jason doing anything for you would include dropping to one knee in the middle of a crowded street to tie your shoelaces for you. It would involve him leaving mid-briefing to go grab you your favorite pastry because you were craving it at two in the morning. And doing your skincare routine for you because you were too tired after a long day (he memorized it by watching you intently every single night, even when he thought you weren’t looking). There’s nothing Jason Todd wouldn’t do for you- big or small- and he proves it to you day in and day out.
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okay okay okay I GET the batkids having favorite superheroes and Batman is no. 1 for exactly zero of them it's funny as heck but consider this idea: the kids choose favorites outside of Bruce. Because think about it:
Damian? That's his father. Obviously his first choice, it's a given. Duke and Steph? Their mentor. He takes care of them, of course he's first. Tim? Bruce let him make something of himself, he's running WE for god's sake. Jason and Cass? He gave them a chance at a new life, a better life, where they could help people. And don't even get me started on Dick.
There is no doubt Batman is Dick Grayson's favorite hero. The man who took him in, who saved his life and allowed him to save others. His first partner, the first Robin, the one who started it all. Bruce would be nothing without Dick, and Dick would be nothing without Bruce. Supes is great, sure, but this is Dick and Bruce we're talking about. Batman and Robin, the Dynamic Duo, the caped crusaders. Of course Bruce is his favorite. That's his dad. He'll joke around and all that, but he gets super defensive when ppl talk badly about Batman. He's always been Dick Grayson's favorite, and he always will be.
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Bruce never had the intention to tell you this early, trying to be elusive, only to be inexorably exposed to his wife. He would've much preferred telling you out-right over the idea of you stumbling upon a debilitating scene.
It was the first time he's bothered to seem dignified and polite, only to watch the image
"So this is where you've been going out at night? Fighting villains?" your voice is more chagrined than you wished, then a pause before your eyes widen into a realisation— one that you can only hope not to be true. "Is that why you have so many scars on your back?"
That's why he's always seemed to be deep in rumination, mind clustered by the thoughts of fight and revenge.
He avoids your disappointed gaze, pausing as his mouth is left open, but no words come out. It's not an abstruse situation, especially not for you since you've put two and two together so quickly.
You let out an exasperated sigh, eyes only tracing his awkward movements, guilt laced within. "I don't need an explanation right now, just stay safe, Bruce."
Leaving him alone in his bat cave, you make a decision to study up more on the vigilante that everyone's so ambivalent on. It's debilitating to have to eviscerate him without him knowing, but you have an inkling feeling that it's only the vestibule.
a/n. i hope it's not too confusing since i've never intended to make a p2, also i'm trying to switch it up a bit.
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