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Hey guys, sooooo im out of ideas if ehat to write, if you got anything you want me to write about that would be great. Iâll see what i have in my drafts to post but for now im out of ideas. Also school is a pain but Iâm trying
Thinking about batboys getting embarrassed âŚ.cuteeee (Jason, Dick, Tim and Damian)
Jason Todd
It just started snowing in Gotham, a perfect setting for a walk in a park. Even tho Jason was hard to get out of the house, you managed to pull him away from his comfy seat.
looking at the newly put Christmas decorations while holding Jasonâs hand, you saw an old lady walking by and smiled. She looked nice
Well itâs like you called her over with your smile. Her hand reached for your elbow as you stopped walking, Jason still glaring at the oblivionâ thinking about which blanket to use for his nap.
âExcuse me dearâ she started, smiling softly at you âis this your boyfriend?â
âYeah!â You said, rosy cheeks now more pronounced because of smiling.
âWellââŚis he as grumpy at home?â She asked
Jasonâs eyes shot wide. WaitâŚgrumpy at home!?
After processing the words, his eyebrows scrunched. âWhat-!??â Jason was about to say before his gaze snapped back on the sound of your laugh.
âOnly when I donât rub his shoulders on scheduleâ you said, now laughing.
Jason freezes. No way. No way you just exposed the love he has for shoulder rubs!
The old lady bursts out laughing, nodding like she knew all the secrets of the world âWell, heâs handsome. You should keep him in line!â
Your cheeks hurt from smiling as you nodded enthusiasticallyâOh, I try! But heâs very independent.â
Jason froze mid-step, eyes wide, jaw now shut tight. His hand gripped yours a little too hard.
âI am not⌠lineable!â he muttered, trying to sound stern, but failing completely.
The old lady chuckled âIndependent, huh? Thatâs the polite way to say stubborn, I suppose.â
Your laugh came out again, this time a little louder, and Jason leaned down, whispering into your ear like it might save him âDo you have to tell everyone my life story?â
You grinned innocently âWell, youâre just so⌠expressive. Itâs hard not to comment.âJasonâs blush deepened, and you could practically see the steam rising off him like a little cartoon explosion.
Dick Grayson
Finally getting out after days of being inside were helpful. The cafe was busy, people moving around, seats filled.
Dick sat across from you, smiling as he talked.
His hand softly touching yours.
What he was not planning on was encountering his father** on a date. Bruce was standing near the counter, waiting for his order.
You laugh at the joke Dick made âyouâre surprisingly smoothâ you said looking at him softly.
âSurprisingly?â he replied while grinning.
Bruce turned slightly, trying not to make it obvious that he was listening from the start âHe practices conversations beforehandâ he said.
Silence.
Dickâs smile froze ââŚBâ he said carefully. Almost whining like he used to when he was little.
Bruce met your gaze. âHe used to do it before galas. In the mirrorâ he said leaning against the counter. âHe was so adorableâ he added salt to the would, Dicks ego practically shattered.
Your eyes widened with amusement. Then you smiled. âYou rehearse?â you asked softly.
Dick rubbed his face. âI do not rehearseâŚâ he pathetically tried to defend himself.
Bruce tilted his head, he canât lie in front of his father âYou do when you careâ
You leaned forward, teasing softly. âDid you practice talking to me?â a smile spread across your face while waiting for the answer.
Dickâs ears went red, trying to come up with a way to get Bruce** out of here before something else comes out âI need you to stop encouraging himâ
Bruce picked up his coffee. âYou practiced three versions, I heard it this morning.â
Dick groaned, dropping his head onto the table.
You laughed, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand. âThatâs actually really adorable Richard!â
Bruce walked away, completely unbothered. His mission was done here.
Dick stayed there for a moment before muttering, âI will never recoverâ
That day, he came back home with a mission to one day, ruin Bruceâs date like he did his.
Tim Drake
Tim was always particularly of where he wanted to go and when. He runs a tight program, so of course you two are in a bookstore two hours away from your town.
He was reading the first page of the book, seeing if it interests him enough to buy it.
While reading, he could tell someone was coming up to you, so like the good **boyfriend he was, he stayed close.
âExcuse meâ the girl asked, she was younger than you, but clearly a sweet girl âare you two together?â
âOh yeahâ hes kinda emotionally unavailable but weâre working on it!â you said smiling at the girl who looked utterly confused.
Tim chokes on his own breath âwhat-! No??â He responds back, looking at the girl.
âListenâ thisâŚthats not true, I love my girlfriend!â he tells the girl, looking up at you with a pout. Youâre not helping his situation!
âOhhâŚwell I thought you two looked cute togetherâ the girl replies âbut I guess I shouldâve listened to my grandma when she said men are expiringâŚâ
The girl said before walking away, leaving Tim stunned and you trying to hold in on your laugh with as much power as you can.
ââŚwe should go homeâ Tim tried to say but nothing was stopping your laughter.
âThat was amazingâ if you couldâve seen your faceâ!â you said laughing as Tim stopped you.
âOkay stop it now! Letâs go! Itâs not that funnyâŚâ he said as he held the books in one hand and your palm in the other.
âWe shouldnât have left Gotham in the first placeâŚâ he said while you were still laughing. Trying to be as quick as possible to go home.
He did a lot of rewinding that day.
Damian Wayne! Aged up! (I used google for Arabic and also for any information, feel free to correct me if Iâm wrong)
Today was a special day for Damian. He was proud to show you his culture. The museum was quiet, the marble floors gleaming under the soft lights.
Damian walked beside you, shoulders back, holding your hand softly, every step precise. He was practically radiating pride, because today he was in his element, explaining artifacts from the Middle East to you.
âThis pieceâ he said, voice calm but confident, pointing to a beautifully inscribed ceramic bowl, âdates back to the Abbasid Caliphate. The calligraphy here reads âاŮŘŮŮ ŘŠ ؜اŮŘŠ اŮ٠ؤ٠Ůââwisdom is the lost property of the believer. Itâs a perfect example of cultural preservation and linguistic elegance.â
He said smiling slightly as he looked at you softly. You looked back at him impressed. This was going so wellâŚuntil
âActually⌠the phrase is slightly mispronounced. It should be âاŮŘŮŮ ŘŠ ؜اŮŘŠ اŮ٠ؤ٠Ůâ, with emphasis on the last syllable of اŮ٠ؤ٠Ů.â The man standing near by said, clearly an enthusiast.
Damianâs soft look quickly disappeared as he looked back at the guy. You could see a tiny twitch in his jaw. How can someone correct him, in his own language?
âExcuse me?â he said, voice low but sharp, eyes narrowing.
âI just thought youâd like to knowâ the man said, smiling politely.
âI am fully aware of the proper pronunciationâ Damian said, trying to maintain control, âand I do not require⌠public correctionâ he said as he held your hand tighter and walked away
âWhat a waste of my timeâŚâ he said as you two walked.
âItâs okay Damian! Itâs not that big a dealââ you tried to reason with your boyfriend who takes every criticism to heart.
âLetâs just forget about this, beloved?â he said softly, looking at you.
That day after coming home, he didnât rest until he covered every rule of writing and speaking in Arabic language. This wonât happen again, heâs certain.
Just thinking about how boxer!jason Todd started boxing simply to keep you at easeâŚawwâŚ
Working while studying in collage is never easy. Especially when it was an understatement to say you and your boyfriend were poor. The only thing saving you is the free scholarship.
You came home from work, smelling like sweat and grease. Working as a diner was anything but pleasantâ especially in a place where being catcalled by men was constant.
Jason noticed that. Even tho he was working himself- he couldnât bare the thought of you doing anything but relaxing.
âLong shift?â he asked looking up the moment you step inside, eyes flicking to your uniform, then your face.
You shrug, taking off your shoes âlike alwaysâ
Jason frowned at that. Itâs not like he didnt know, he did, but it doesnât make it any easier.
You sat down next to him on the couch, draping your legs over his lap as you grabbed your notebook to study.
He started caressing your legs, unknowingly making you sleepier.
âYou ever wish,â he asks slowly, âthat you didnât have to do all this?â Jason looks at you. Youâre his whole world, the only thing thatâs making his life worth it.
You shift, sitting up a little, now listening to him instead of âreadingâ your notes. âWhat, life?â
âNo.â His voice drops. âWork. Juggling everything. Killing yourself just to keep us afloat.â
You hesitate, looking him at his gorgeous eyes your breath caught in your mouth.
âI wish it was easierâ you say carefully. âFor both of us.â you continued. âI wish that I could have just one day where weâre relaxed you know? When Iâm not studying nor workingâŚâ
Thatâs enough. Thats all he needed to know itâs his sign to truly step up. To provide for you
Jason nods again, like heâs reached a conclusion. âYeahâhe murmurs. âMe too.â
You yawn, leaning back against him, already slipping toward sleep. Your head finds his shoulder like it belongs there. Like it always has.
Jason wraps an arm around you, holds you close, memorizing the weight of you. The warmth. The trust.
When your breathing evens out, he doesnât move.
He stares ahead, mind already working numbers he hasnât shared with you. Entry fees. Payouts. How many rounds he can take before it shows too much.
Just one day, you said.
Jason presses his lips to the top of your head, gentle as a promise. Jason always keeps his promises, heâd never want to disappoint his one and only.
âYeah,â he whispers into the quiet apartment. âIâve got it...â he said against your hair. âIve got youâŚâ
You donât hear him.
But somewhere deep in his chest, the decision settlesâ heavy, inevitable.
And tomorrow, heâll start making sure you get that day.
A/n: okay so Iâm backâ I donât know how I feel about this story but hopefully you guys like it đđ
Im not even sure if you guys will read this, but I need to finish my history, chemistry and biology and I swear Iâll start posting again, I got so many unfinished stories 𼚠(and if you guys want to request a specific thing for me to write, please do not message me personally I wonât reply, just ask in the inbox)

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I dont think ill be posting much this week. Since I missed out on school from being sick, Iâve gotten more work and Iâll probably get Fs all week long. Sorry đ
BE YOUR DADDY FIGURE ! (dilf! jason todd)
â° or... you challenge your husband by telling him that his dick isn't that big... and he isn't shy about proving you wrong!
WARNING: 18+ CONTENT, fem! wife! reader, rough sex, big dick! jason todd, dirty talk, hair pulling, ass smacking, size kink, dom! jason todd, inspired by dilf! jason todd!
jason was just trying to get to bed.
he got out of the shower, shirtless and sweatpants sitting low on his waist. the towel was wrapped over his shoulders, his hair damp but trying to dry. his frame was getting your attention even when it didn't mean to.
you were on the bed in nothing but one of jason's shirts and nothing on the bottom, no underwear or no panties. you watched with a sharp gaze as jason walked around the bedroom, his steps soft. his figure never failed to turn you on, make your cunt so wet; his biceps that were too big for their own good, scars on his chest and jaw that became your favorite places to kiss over the years, his hair so perfectly sitting on his head with the white strands curling in front... he was too damn irresistible.
no wonder you had kids with this bastard.
he was muttering about how your teenage son was getting too big for his own good.
"hun, he's getting fuckin' huge. i wasn't his size when i was sixteen." he tells you, picking up something off the floor and putting it on your dresser.
you shrug, rubbing your thigh right above the end of the stolen shirt you wore. "jay, of course he's going to be big... he's your son anyway." you try to reason with himâ telling jason todd that he was a big man isn't even a shocking thing to say... but you had a little idea in your mind.
jason rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. "i am not that big, honey." he tries to argue with you, grabbing the towel on his shoulder to rub the water that's trying to drip down his forearm.
there you go. that's your entry. you smirk, and with no issue, your words left your mouth. "you're right about that..." you began, rubbing an itch behind your ear. "with your dick not being that big anyway..."
he stops his towel's movements; he looks at you like you just smacked him. his spine straightens, his eyebrows furrowing. no way you, of all people, just told him that. "what did you say, baby?" he questions you, his voice low enough that you could barely hear it, but the tone is what makes you not ignore him.
you shrug, watching him walk over to you on your side of the bed. "you heard me; your dick is not that big." you double down on your stanceâ which wasn't even true because that same dick was the same one that stretched you out like crazy.
jason doesnât even give you a damn moment to speak or explain yourself.
he drops the towel to the bedroom floor, and before you could blink, he grabs your hips, shoving you face down onto the mattress. your face first in the pillows, hand immediately shooting to the sheets as your ass is put in the air. his hands are rough against your hips, shoving your shirt up and revealing your bareness to him. he gets on the bed, knees dipping into the bed and changing the weight.
"you really want to try that with me and have no underwear on?" he asks you, dragging his cock out of his pants and lining up the blunt head of his thick dick against your folds, slow and taunting to you. "you've carried my children, you've begged for this cock this morning and i gave it to you three times this week and it's barely wednesday... and now you're saying my dick isn't that big. say that shit again, do it."
you look up at him, whining as his tip gets sucked into your cunt so easily. you try to speak, you really do, but a moan suppresses that, a moan that was too loud for it's own good.
he laughs at your futile, downright pathetic attempt at speaking, his left hand holding his cock as his right hand presses down on your lower back and forces you to arch. "good, that's what I thought... now take it like a good girl."
then, he slams into you with no issue whatsoever, pushing into you with one slick thrust. your walls instantly open up to him, knocking the air out of your lungs in a breathtaking thrust.
his hands are enormous on your hips, his rough palms and fingers pressing bruises onto your hips as he pounds into your cunt, relentless and precise. each thrust rocks the bedframe against the wall, making the headboard groan and the bedframe creak.
all you can do is moan, your tone whiney. you can't get a damn word out, all that comes out is an incoherent sound, your messy little whimpers make jason's grip tighten and him grumble out a groan.
"not that big, huh?" he growls, pounding into you so damn hard that the wet sounds between your cunt and his cock sound pornographic. "funny, sweetheart, 'cause this 'not-that-big' dick had you screaming for more last night..."
your vision blurs, eyes rolling back as your hand shoots from the mattress up to the bedframe, fingers trying to get a good grip on the wood. "jason! o-ohâ ngh! jay!"
"oh, so you're nice now?" his right hand moves up and grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head up just enough to see your face, the arch in your back so damn sinful as your ass jiggles with each thrust. "just a minute ago you had all that mouth..."
moaning at feeling his fingers yanking on your hair, you nod your head, mouth too full with moans.
he grunts under his breath, voice dripping with a smug heat that makes your pussy flutter. "you carry my kids, you cum on my cock every night, you take every damn inch i give you, and somehow you still decide to run your mouth." your body jolts with each one of the snaps of his hips. "i'm starting to think you want me to break you..."
legs shaking violently, your chest heaving and your eyes rolling back, you can't help but nod your head at his words. "y-yes, jason, pleaseâ oh fuck! ru- ruin me..."
"oh that's it." he whispers in your ear, licking the back of it. "you just wanna be fucked so stupid by the daddy of your kids, by your husband. you want this pussy fucked?"
"fuck! ye-yes jason, fuck me. fuck me, 's-so good." you cry out, nails digging deeper into the headboard. his right hand stays in your hair while his left hand cups one of your asscheeks.
"that's it." he growls, rutting into you. his left hand lifts up and cracks against your asscheek, smacking it as the sound echos through the bedroom, mixing in with the bedframe creaking and the moans. "since you're so damn convinced i'm not that big, i think this pussy won't mind if i go just a little deeper, huh?"
he angles his hips a certain way, and with the same speed and same ferocity, he hits direclty on your g-spot, making you see stars and getting you so damn close.
"oh fuck! ja-jay! right there! oh right t-there!" you babble, feeling his hand smack your ass again before sliding down on your body.
his hand goes in between your thighs, thick fingers finding your clit and pressing down on it, rubbing circles in it mercilessly, his hand on your cunt keeping in speed with his thrusts.
"come on, mama." he murmurs, knowing what the pet name does to you, he used it to rile you on, especially in that low tone of his. "give it to me, cum on my cock, i know you want it."
and without needing any more, your orgasm slams into you so damn hard you scream into the mattress and your legs giving out completely. your body trembles violently as you sob out his name, cumming all over his cock and your vision whitening out.
jason grunts, feeling your cunt clench harshly down on his cock as he reaches his own orgasm, spilling deep inside of your folds with a groan, white painting your walls.
his right hand loosens in your hair, going to your shoulders and massaging them as you come down from your high, and the feeling in his sticky cum being shot into your cunt, his soft grinds from overstimulation slowing down and bringing you back down to reality.
"there you go... come back to me, hun..." he encourages, leaning down and pressing a kiss onto your cheek. still buried deep inside of you, he can't help but whisper next to your face. "not that big, my ass."
you move your head to the side to look into his eyes and press a kiss onto the scar on his cheek. "shush, big guy..."
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: meow. dilf! jason todd got me going absolutely insane. he's so fucking hot, he's literally bruce's twin. dilf! jason todd and dilf! dick grayson, eiffel tower me, now! i saw him in 5 minutes and KNEW I had to write sum about him, heâs so fucking fineâ
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Beefing with my chick while Iâm in jail
Thinking about Jason ToddâŚthats all, just thinking about him đ

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Thinking about batboys beefing with a kid because of youâŚ.
(Jason, Dick, Tim, Damian, but Iâll probably write Tim and Damian tomorrow)
Jason Todd
The two of you were walking around the store, holding hands. Jason wasnât paying much attention to what was happeningâ way too interested in the new book he bought.
You stopped walking as you looked at the item of your interest. While looking, you felt a small hand tug at the end of your jeans.
You pulled your gaze away from the item to spot only the cutest boy you have ever seen, what you didnât notice was that Jason spotted him too
âYouâre really prettyâ the small boy said, smiling sweetly at you.
âAwwâŚthank you!â you said putting your hand on you chest as if to show the compliment meant something to you.
Jason quickly put his hand around your waist, just to communicate you already had someone. Jokes on him the kid didnât care
âMy mom said thatâ my mom said when I see a pretty girl I should give her flowersâ said the boy, smiling from ear to ear as if Jason wasnât there. He held up the squished flower.
Your gaze softened as you took the flower.
âOh arenât you just a sweetheartââ you were about to say as Jason interrupted âwell I think your mom forgot to tell you that if you want a girlâ you give her more than one flowerâ he said smirking to himself. âThats why youre with me, right babe?â He said as he lightly tapped your waist, now being clear that youre his.
âWell my mom also said that boys who brag are insecureâ the kid announced, smiling back at Jason.
Jason blinked ââŚWhat!?â
You quickly slapped a hand over your mouth, trying to stop yourself from laughing. The boy noticed (because the universe seems to be working against him today) and smiled even wider, proud that he made you laugh and in his eyes, won you over before running back to his mom.
âDont startâ Jason said with his cheeks flushed in that peachy pink color.
Dick Grayson
The day couldnât have started better. The two of you were sitting at this beautiful restaurantâ particularly Dicks favourite restaurant.
It had its beautiful atmosphere. Bunch of happy people enjoying themselves, which was strange for a restaurant in Bludheaven but thats why Dick liked it.
It got quite between you two as the both of you were deciding what to order. God forbid you try to talk to Dick while hes deciding what to eat, he doesnât play.
while looking at the menu, you felt a small finger against your arm. Looking over, you saw a small boy that looked maybe even a bit too much like Dick.
âYou have a really nice smileâ the kid said fidgeting over with his fingers. You smiledâ you couldnât help it
âThank you! Iâm flattered!â you said leaning your face against the palm of your hand. Now thats what caught Dicks attention, your voice. He pulled down his menu, but only slightly. He didnât want you to notice he was looking. Yet.
âMy dad told me when I like a girl I have to ask her on a dateâ the kid said looking up at you. God he was too shy to look at your beautiful face.
Okayâ that was it for Dick, enough of this.
âShes already on a dateâ sorryâ Dick said giving him a smile. Obviously not a genuine one but more of a back-off smile. He drank the wine the waiter served you two with
âOhâŚI didnât know she liked older guysâ the kid said, turning his gaze from him back to your beautiful smileâŚ
Dick damn well almost choked on his wine!
âExcuse meââ he said coughing.
The kid just shrugged like he hadnât just ended Nightwingâs whole career. He tucked his tiny hands into the pockets of his shorts, rocking on his heels.
âAnyway⌠I hope your date goes good,â the boy said sweetly, as if he hadnât just emotionally drop-kicked Dick Grayson.
Then he waved at youâ only you.
âBye, pretty lady.â
And with that, he turned and skipped back toward his dad, completely at peace.
You smiled as you turned to look back at Dick who was absolutely destroyed.
âJustâ just go back to looking at the menu.â He said as he slumped back in his seat. Later that day when you came home you caught him checking if he has any white hairsâ spoilersâ he found one and cried.
Thinking about reader trying to help Mark Grayson studyâŚ.well
Academics and Mark had a complicated relationship.
The two of you were sitting on the floor. You had everything in front of you. Books open, notes open and highlighters everywhere. Mark was sitting across from you, slumped over like this is his worse battle yet.
Itâs been two hours at this point. Two agonizing hours of trying to explain Electron Affinity to Mark. You slid over your book, showing him an example. âSee here? So electron affinity is actually just about how much one atom wants an extra electronâ like sodium and chlorineâ
You said showing him how sodium is giving his remaining electron to chlorine.
He nods, like he totally understood âSo..is like sodium desperate?â
You stopped in your tracks, actually taking a moment to process his questions. âMarkâ you started âSodium is the one givingâŚChlorine wants itâ you explained
Mark squints. âWants it like emotionally? Right? â
âNo, Mark. Not emotionallyâ
He stares at the periodic table as if he stares at it for too long it will get a mouth and explain itself to him âThats wildâŚâ he said âit just sounds needy to meâ
You sigh, keeping your mouth shut so that no sarcastic remarks will escape. You made it your mission to help him, you cant disappoint Debbieâ not after she placed her soft hand on your shoulder and said âThank you for helping him, sweetheartâ.
âOkay, letâs try again, thenâ you said picking up the periodic table. âElectron affinity gets more negative across a period, except for the noble gases. Remember that.â you said looking at him to see if he gets it
âOkay! Across, negativeâ except for the fancy ones at the endâ he said looking back at you.
âIâll take thatâŚâ
He smiles. He actually has the courage to smile at you like he understands now all of a sudden.
âIf I pass the testââ you quickly cut him off, waving your hand a bit âletâs not get ahead of ourselves nowâŚâ
I so dont want to study đđ guys I might have to put a small stop to my tumblr posting I need to focus on my grades, Iâll be back I promise I just need to get through this week. Maybe Iâll just post what I have in my drafts so thatâs somethingâŚ
Thinking about how divorce Bruce Wayne would try to get his reader ex wife backâŚughhhh
The bar was warmer than you expectedâŚsoft lights, low music, a slow hum of conversations that blurred together. You sat alone in a corner booth, fingers tracing the rim of your glass as you checked the time on your phone for the third time in ten minutes. Your date was late, surprisingly alike your ex husband, Bruce.
You sighed, leaning back in your seat, looking out the window. It was sweet, the snow was falling softly, setting in that beautiful Christmas atmosphere.
It was calm. Not some fancy five star restaurants on the top of the world. Not over the top date in Copenhagen Opera House. This was a normal date, with a normal man.
JustâŚnormal?
A message pulled you out of your thoughts, a text from your date.
âBe there in a minute, parking my car nowâ
You smiled, texting him back a quick âokayâ and fixing your sweater.
But when the door opened, and a familiar scent filled the room like a cold wind before you even looked up⌠you felt your stomach drop.
Because you already knew who it was.
And it wasnât your date. If anything it was non other than Bruce Wayne. Your ex husband, the man you made a family with, raised 4 children with.
You quickly pulled your gaze down, not daring to look at him for too long. You knew he was still keeping tabs on you. It wouldnât be Batman if he wasnât constantly checking in on his wife.
Bruce stood at the doorway, scanning the place with his cold look, the look he only gave to his worse enemies. He needed his wife back, he doesnât play about that. His coat was wet from all the snow falling on it, his hair a bit wet too. He straightened his posture, jaw tight as he walked in.
He spotted you in seconds. I mean how couldnât he?You were his wife after all.
You could feel it, feel his gaze on you. Everything inside uou went still. But he didnât look shocked. He lookedâŚrelieved, letting out a breath like heâs been holding it in for years.
Without thinking about it, he made his way towards you.
A shadow fell across your table, and a voice you once knew by heart and still do broke the peace youâve built for yourself.
âDidnât know you were out tonight.â Bruce said sternly, his hands in the pocked of his expensive coat. It was weird, he never spoke sternly with you. He was always gentle.
You closed your eyes. Obviously you didnât expect him to apologies or anything like that, you just forgot how straightforward he is exactly.
You looked up at him, because pretending he wasnât there isnt an option anymore.
âBruce,â you said, sighing softly despite how fast you heart was beating. âWhat are you doing here?â.
He glanced at the empty seat across from you, the table set for two. He knew. How couldnât he? He knew everything about you, his beloved wife.
âI could ask you the same thingâ he said.
You lifted an eyebrow. âItâs a bar. People go to bars.â you argued with logic. He canât go against that, right? Right??
His eyes flicked to you, something sharp and almost pained behind them.
âDo they? Do they really go to bars with no motives?â he asked. A bar date wasnât a date for him. It was a mockery of what the two of you had.
You were about to respond â something smart, something distant, when your phone lit up on the table.
âIâm coming in. Sorry again for being late!â Mark texted. Just in the right timeâŚ
Bruceâs eyes dropped to the screen. Just a second. Barely a flicker. But it was enough. Itâs all he needed to confirm his suspension. Itâs your pathetic excuse of a man. The man you chose to play with.
His expression went cold, brows furrowed. His posture straightened. Something aching, something unguarded flashed across his face for the first time.
He looked back at you, voice low. âHes the reason why youâre hereâ he said, didnât even ask. He knows heâs right, hes a detective after allâŚ
You reached for it, but he placed his hand on the table first not touching you, but close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his skin. He looked down at you, not once ruining his perfectly straight posture. Everything on him had to be perfect.
You swallowed. âBruceâŚplease donâtâŚâ
âNo.â he said. There was no hesitation, no space for argument. Like he was right. Because he was.
âYouâre meeting himâ he said, quieter this time⌠but so much more angrier.
âDoes he know?â Bruce asked. Heâs not playing around.
You blinked, surprised. âKnow what..?â
He held your gaze with those sharp blue eyes.
âDoes he know youâre still my wife?â he said. He never signed the divorce papers, because youâre not going anywhere. Itâs just some silly phase youâre going through because you two have been together for such a long time, you just wanted some thrill. Itâs okay! You can play! As long as you come back home of course.
Your breath caught. âWeâre separated, Bruce. Iâm not your wife anymore..â you reminded him, avoiding his gaze.
He was quick to respond. âYouâre still my wife.â he said as he took your phone, listing all the messages you got today. Messages from other men, on the phone he bought for you. Besides whatever you say is irrelevant here, he knows if youâre his wife or not.
âBruceâŚâ you tried to respond, tried to reason with him.
âAnd the mother of my children,â he added, voice rough. âWhich means I have every right to know who youâre spending your time withâ
You stared at him, now narrowing your eyes at him. âYou donât get to decide that anymoreâ you said, crossing your arms.
âYou really think Iâm going to stand here and let some pathetic man try to take my place?â he asked, voice almost too calm. You were misbehaving, again. Now he has to stop this little game youre trying to play.
âItâs not about taking your placeâ you responded. As if it couldnât have gone worse, he keeps going.
âOf course itâs about thatâ he scoffed.
Before you could respond, the door opened. And you saw your date, Mark, walk in. Looking for you. So oblivious to the fact that your ex husband was ready to do anything to put a stop to this.
Bruce saw him too.
Something in him snapped.
Just a flicker in his eyes that deep, territorial fear that every man whoâs lost too much and refuses to lose one more thing feels.
He now stood closer to you, blocking Markâs view of you completely with his body. His every move was calculated. Heâs going to stop this game.
âIn a few secondsâŚâ Bruce started quietly, as if he was whispering something to you. âheâs going to come over here and try to sit across from youâ
You opened your mouth to argue, but Bruce leaned closer, voice going back to that tone he only used when you were being bratty.
âAnd Iâm telling you right now⌠Iâm not letting that happen. This game that youâre playing, this phase. It ends here, nowâ
Your eyes widen in shock. âWhat?? What phase? What are you talking about??â you said genuinely confused, what the fuck was he talking about?
His eyes burned into yours.
âIâm not losing my family,â he said, dead serious and dead set on getting you back home. âNot again. Not to your little game. Not to any man out thereâ
Mark started walking toward the table.
Bruce didnât move. He didnât step aside, he didnât even blink.
He straightened up again, looking down at you with the same look he had when he was Batman.
Expect itâs different, this was about you. His beloved wifeâŚ.
And the children you shared. The future you two will have, hes not letting go, not so soon. Not ever, actually.
â
A/n: okay so hopefully this fanfic makes senseâŚI really tried tho and I hope you guys like it!! Ugh I love possessive Bruce, hes just refusing to accept that his wife (you) is gone. Forgive him and his fragile heart đ
Part two of Bruce meddling with his sonâs relationship!!
Youâre sitting on the couch, invited âfor teaâ Jason thinks this means tea with him.
It does not. Bruce is not done, not yet. Since hes last time sae you on the streets Jason didnt ask you out at all!
Bruce walks in holding a tray like a man about to ruin everything. He wonât ruin itâŚheâll just..get you two together like it was meant to beâŚ
Bruce:
(Name)âŚThank you for coming. I wanted to apologize for my behavior earlier.
You smiled softly, already accepting the apology because you do like Jasonâ truly.
You: Ohâ itâs really okay, I justâ
You said, moving your hair out of your face, feeling a bit nervous.
Bruce interrupting gently, but dramatically. God he couldnât waitâ
Bruce: No. I interfered. I was too direct. Too⌠enthusiastic. And I know Jason doesnât like when I discuss his feelings.
Jason freezes in the doorway. He wasnât supposed to hear that. This was a datâ hang out meant only for you and him! What was Bruce doing here????
Jason: What are you talking about?
Jasonâs eyebrows furrowed, oh he knew exactly want Bruce was doing, or rather trying to do.
Bruce: Iâm apologizing to (Name) for telling them about your past crushes.
Oh did he forgot to mention he saw you again, accidentally, of course. And did he forget to mention he told you all about Jason and how small and sensitive he is? His baby boy cant be hurt againâ
Jason: YOU TOLD THEM WHAT?!
Looking at Jason you tried to explain.
You: He didnât name names! Justâ categories?
He took this as a sign and started talking. Okayâ rather defending himself
Bruce: I mentioned the librarian.
Bruce says looking at you
Bruce: The one who recommended him romance novels when he was fourteen.
Jason immediately put his hands over his face.
Jason: OH MY GOD WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT OUT LOUD
He doesnât do anything, just continues like itâs normal. I mean, since you two will get married hopefully soonâ itâs about time you know about Jasonâs history right?
Bruce: And the barista who spelled his name with a heart that one timeâ
Jason:STOP. TALKING.
He said embarrassed, his face now turning red.
You: It was⌠cute?
You said a bit confused yourself.
Jason looks like heâs about to combust with embarrassment
Bruce: I simply wanted them to understand that youâve always been sensitive.
Bruce stopped before he could say more. Before he could say that his big scary son is just a sensitive baby himself. He doesnât even get why they call him big! Hes only three apples tall!
Jason: SENSITIVE?! BRUCE, I WILL LEAP OUT A WINDOW.
Jason said, in Bruceâs way, totally overreacting
Bruce: Jason, please.
He said, turning back to you.
Bruce: He pretends to be rough and stoic, but heâs always cared deeply. Even as a child, heâ
Jason:Nope. Nope, we are NOT doing childhood storiesâ
Jason tried. He really tried, but once Bruce opened his mouth thereâs no stopping.
Bruce: Once, when he was six, Alfred told him that penguins mate for life, and Jason saidâ
Bruce said tearing up a bit just thinking about his baby boy
Jason: BRUCE.
But nothing stopped him, per usual.
Bruce: ââI want someone who stays forever too.â
Bruce said whipping his tears with the back of his hand, smiling softly.
Bruce: He cried about it for ten minutes.
Looking at Bruce shocked from seeing him âcry? Happy tears I guess? Nostalgia?
You:âŚThatâs actually really sweet.
Jason: NO IT IS NOT. I WAS SIX. SIX. I DIDNâT EVEN KNOW WHAT A PENGUIN WAS.
Jason said trying to save himself the embarrassment.
Bruce: You had a penguin stuffed animal. You named it âLife Partner.â
Bruce said smiling.
Jason: OH MY GOD.
â
A few moments later, when Bruce was alone with Jason when you went to the bathroom.
Bruce: Good. Excellent. I will leave now so you can confess whatever else you usually mumble at 2 a.m.
Jason:
IâM NOT TELLING THEM ABOUT THE 2 A.M. MUMBLING.
Bruce: Then donât mumble near the kitchen vents.
walks out calmly, mission accomplished.
Bruce: Alfred, mark this as progress.
Bruce said as he walked out the room, walking pass Alfred who simply nodded, holding the notebook where he documented all the accomplishments.
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a/n: okay a lot of you guys wanted a part two, so here I deliver. Hopefully you guys liked it, I got a test tomorrow, wish me luck đ

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Thinking about Bruce Wayne who is so done with his son, Jason, being unhappy. The moment he gets a chance to make his son happy, he takes it. So when he heard Jason talking about you, he made it his mission to get you two together. Nobody knew about it, of courseâŚbut Bruce wasnât exactly subtle
So when youâre outside minding your business. With a bag in your hand, just walking. Maybe going home after work, maybe going to work, it doesnt matter. Because the moment Bruce Wayne sees you on the streets, he stops walking immediately , not even thinking before hes making his way towards you. Alfred tried to stop him, of course, but to no avail, of course
Alfred: Sir, the meetingâ
Bruce: It can wait.
He said walking towards you with the confidence of a man who can buy every building in Gotham.
When he made his way to you, you opened your mouth slightly in shock. Who couldâve expected? Sure youâve met before, talked even, but never that much for him to come up to you.
You: âŚMr. Wayne? Hi?
Bruce, already thinking about how good of a couple you and Jason would make
Bruce: Hey. Perfect timing.
You raised your eyebrow slightly in confusion.
You: For what�
He studied you for a second, almost clinically, before responding.
Bruce: For me to ask you an important question.
Bruce gets quiet for a second, thinking of how to phrase his words. Clearly not thinking much.
Bruce: Do you like my son?
The second those fords fall for his mouth, your heart flutters, now suddenly feeling a bit too nervous.
You: WHATâ?!
Bruce, obviously not seeing any problem with this only keeps going. He was desperate for his sonâs happiness. Plus! You were so good for himâ smart, beautiful, friendly and might he add not reckless! Perfect! Now, he was already imagining the wedding-
Bruce: Jason. My son. The one who pretends he doesnât smile but actually does, especially when your name is mentioned.
You: He talks about me?
He stared at you, like he was still making sure you were the perfect match for Jason. He needed to look out or else his son will be hurt.
Bruce: Enough that I know your favorite drink, your major strengths, your sarcasm level, and that you once lent him a pen he still refuses to return.
You stand there mortified. Jason likes you? He likes likes you.
You: Oh my godâŚ
Bruce now even smiles a bit
Bruce: No, itâs positive. He likes you. Which is why Iâm here.
Standing there just casually seeing Bruce smile was even a bit offâ he never smiled! At least youve never seen him do so.
You: To⌠confront me on the street?
He was still stuck in his thoughts. Just imagining his sons happy felt like a dream come true, especially the one who he failed the most.
Bruce: To accelerate the situation.
Looking around to see if anyone noticed, you narrowed your eyes at him.
You: What situation!?
He respond quickly, before you can even process whats happening.
Bruce: The one where you ask him out.
You, now blushing, replied back.
You: Iâm notâ he wouldnâtâ
He doesnât let you finish, instead responding for you
Bruce: He would. He talked about the exact hoodie youâre wearing today. Last night. For two minutes.
Now you were shocked. Jason Todd?! As in Jason Todd who loved his bike more than his own life talked about what hoodie you will wear and when!?
You:âŚHe WHAT?
He had the audacity to look a tiny bit surprised, oh you didnât know? You didnât know that Jason talks about you ever breathing secondâ that it was getting so bad to the point Damian didnât want to be in the same room as him?
Bruce: He said you look good in that color. And then he got upset at himself and left the room.
Bruce nods, liking his own answer
Also Bruce: So. As his father, itâs clearly my responsibility to step in.
You:Mr. Wayne, this feels likeâI donât knowâkidnapping, but emotionally??
Bruce chuckles a bit, smiling again.
Bruce: Nonsense.
He said pointing to his overly expensive car
Bruce: Get in.
He says smiling slightly, still too into his thoughts. Did he mention he wants his son happy? Oh wellâ
You:WHATâ NO!
You said looking around once again, nobody still batting an eye. You glanced at Alfred who only gave you a sigh, like there was nothing he could do to stop him.
Bruce: Iâm taking you to him.
He said
You: Iâm not getting in a billionaireâs car to be delivered to my crush like a package!
Turning your gaze back to him, still shocked about what he said.
Bruce now sighs, pulling out his phone. Stepping a bit closer like heâs going to tell you a secret.
Bruce: Fine. Iâll call him.
Your eyes widen, hurriedly trying to stop him.
You: NOâWAITâDONâTâ
Heâs already dialing. Your words are like white noise ti him at this point
Bruce:Jason. Yes. I found (Name). No, theyâre not injured. Yes, come immediately. No, Iâm not being weird.
Bruce hangs up and pockets the phone with a pleased nod. His plan workedâ well plan B actually but a plan nonetheless
Bruce: Heâll be here in five minutes.
You slumped your shoulders in defeat
You: Why are you like this?
Bruce: Because my son is miserable and you make him less miserable.
He shrugs, like it was obvious.
Bruce, again: Simple math.
You stare helplessly. Alfred now spoke politely.
Alfred: Miss, if itâs any comfort, youâre handling this far better than Master Jason will.
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a/n: sorry for any grammar mistakes in advance. I hope you guys like ittttttâŚ.reblogs and comments are very appreciated!!!
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Itâs still strange how it happened. You download the app on a whim. Lonely, bored and just a tiny bit curious. Nothing serious, just swiping through profiles with leftovers nicely placed in your lap.
Mostly normal faces, weird bios, bathroom selfiesâ just a bunch of red flagsâŚ
Then his profile showed up
Not because he was overly handsome. It was the vibe: clean suit, sharp jawline, the kind of confidence that feels intentional.
A single photo, perfectly lit, perfectly composed.
Way too high-quality for a dating app.
Guys like him didnât pop up on apps.
They were usually fake, scammers, or narcissists who live in the gym.
But something made you swipe right anyway.
The screen barely had time to animate before you got the notification:
âItâs a match!â
â
You joke on the app,
âWow, you reply fast.â
He sends back:
âIâve been waiting for you.â
You think itâs flirting.
Itâs not.
When he finally asks you out, itâs at a fancy rooftop bar.
You show up and he looks way too expensive for a dating app match.
He stands when you arrive. Pulls your chair out. Touches your waist a moment too long.
âYouâre even more beautiful in personâ, he says softly.
His eyes donât leave your face once.
Halfway through the date, you ask what he does for a living.
He smiles.
âWhatever I want.â
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a/n: okay soâŚ.i tried out a new writing style, it looks better like this, at least it does to me. Hopefully you guys liked it and Iâm officially out of ideas