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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: bf!tim drake x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after your boyfriend stands you up again, you end up ranting to red robin

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: slight angst, based on ‘sugar talking’ by sabrina carpenter, 1k words, (slightly) ooc, tim being unable of not blowing his cover

You run your fingertips on the edge of a petal, your phone pressed to your ear as it goes to voicemail. Once again.

You sigh and stare at the chat with Tim. You re-read the last three on a loop, slowing down when you get to the third.

6:30

i’m on my way

can’t wait for tonight’s date

i love you

Yeah. Right. It’s eight thirty and Tim still hasn’t showed up. You slam the phone face-up on the table and hide your face in your fist.

Slowly, you scan the table. The flowers Tim had gifted you on Monday—today was Sunday—were starting to wilt. Despite that, you thought they were a nice touch. Romantic even.

You had even brought out the nice dishes and that pretty tablecloth you’d bought together.

But what makes you start crying is your dress. A stupid dress that was a little too expensive but had adored from the moment you saw it.

Now it just makes you hate yourself a little for being so pathetic. This is not the first time Tim has done this— probably won’t be the last.

The entire point of tonight’s dinner was to make up for his disappearance this whole week. And maybe the last, and the one before. It’s not the dates anymore— you get it, his job is important. But it’s your life together.

As of lately, it feels like the apartment is haunted by some friendly ghost that leaves money for groceries but never accompanies you to get them.

It’s stupid, and still you take your coat, zip up, and get out of the flat. You can’t be there anymore—it’s a bleating reminder of everything that’s wrong.

It’s already dark outside, you hadn’t noticed since you were too busy preparing everything for the date. You tighten the coat around you and ignore the looks of your nosy neighbour entering the building.

Your kitten heels echo across the pavement, drawing unnecessary attention. Two guys whistle as you pass, smiles wide and grimy. You just keep your head down and walk by; you cannot get out of your head.

Tim.

You’ve never wanted to shove someone as much as you want to kiss them. Because despite this and his random efforts, you love him. Your eyes burn and your throat tightens.

You end up in a random alleyway, hidden amongst the shadows and crying into your palms.

“Ma’am?”

You raise your eyes, face still partially hidden. It’s Red fucking Robin. Great.

He looks painfully awkward standing there. “Did something happen?”

You shake your head.

“Can I walk you home?”

You shake your head again.

“You’re staying here?”

You sigh and nod. “Mhm. That seems to be the plan.”

He slumps beside you, back against the wall.

“Wait,” he picks up his cape and drapes it over your shoulders, “that’s better.”

That just makes you sob more. Your palms are already wet and smearing the pretty makeup you did on yourself. You probably look like a feral raccoon, with a sparkly dress, kitten heels, an ugly coat, and face a mess.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You shake your head— halt mid-gesture. “It’s just my stupid boyfriend.”

You don’t notice the way he tenses. “Oh?”

“He stood me up. Again.” You hiccup. “I spent an hour and a half preparing everything so it’d be perfect and he— I don’t know— he’d be happy? It sounds ridiculous, I know. And I feel incredibly stupid. I don’t know— I don’t know anything.” You look down at the dirty stone. “I know he’s a busy man, I just wish he didn’t forget about me.”

“He doesn’t forget about you.”

You shoot him a look.

“Uh— that’s the impression I got. Maybe work and pressure have been too much and he doesn’t want to burden you, because you have your own worries.”

“Maybe.” A pause. “But he’s still my boyfriend. I want to know. If we’re not here for the bad stuff, what’s the point of the good one?” You groan, pushing the wet hairs clinging to your face out of the way. “I trust him, I do— but there’s something weird about his excuses. Right, work. Sure. I don’t know, why can’t he be honest?”

“Maybe he doesn’t want to put you in danger.”

Another look. “And you got that from what I told you?”

Tim prays you don’t notice the faint pinkish colour at the tip of his ears. “Yeah.”

You blink. “I’m getting tired.” You get up and dust your hands. The cold immediately hits you, despite the extra layer of protection. “Now you can walk home.”

Red Robin obeys, walking by your side, your arms brushing his and scanning for any possible threats.

He stops by your door. “I think this boyfriend of yours is really going to change.”

You raise a brow, slightly frowning. “You think?”

“He’d be an idiot to lose a girl as amazing as you.”

You take a step back. “Whoa, the fact that I’m mad at him—” or well, not mad, just sad. “—doesn’t mean you can flirt with me.”

Red Robin stutters. Stutters. “No. No! I didn’t mean it in a romantic way—in a—platonic way. As in, watching for the people of the neighbourhood way. No flirting.”

You cross your arms. “Right. Thanks for everything.” You don’t waste any time entering the building.

Tim is constantly analyzing things, so he’ll also analyze you, but in the sweetest way. He remembers your favorite snacks, your favorite movies, the exact way you take your coffee. Sometimes you’ll say something once and he’ll remember it months later.

“You said you liked this candy three months ago. I saw it and grabbed it.”

Tim survives on caffeine and questionable sleep schedules. Your dates often includes, studying together at 2 AM, sharing coffee while he works on cases and you sitting in his lap while he types on the computer. You’ll probably end up being the person reminding him to sleep and eat.

Tim actually likes involving you in cases. He’ll ask.

“What do you think about this lead?”

“Does this timeline make sense?”

Sometimes you end up solving things before he does, which he secretly finds attractive. Even though he’s busy as Robin, he always makes time for you. Some of your best moments happen on, quiet Gotham rooftops, watching the sunrise after patrol and sharing snacks while the city sleeps

Tim can be a little awkward with romance at first. But once he’s comfortable, he holds your hand a lot, rests his head on your shoulder while thinking and pulls you into unexpected hugs from behind.

He’s the type to smile softly when he looks at you. You’ll start studying together, But then, you fall asleep on his shoulder, he drapes a blanket over both of you, you wake up with him still holding you. He refuses to move because he doesn’t want to wake you.

Being trusted by Tim is huge. He’s surrounded by people like Batman, Dick Grayson, and Jason Todd, so letting someone into his personal life is a big step. Once you’re in his inner circle, he confides in you, asks for your advice and actually relaxes around you

If you’re upset or stressed, Tim becomes very gentle. He’ll rub your back, talk you through things logically and sit with you quietly until you feel better

“We’ll figure it out. We always do.”

Even during patrol you might get texts like:

“Saw a cat that looked like you.”

“Drink water.”

“Miss you.”

Drunk on You! smau

Sum: you really shouldn't be texting your ex when you're drunk, but another part of you knows they'll always show up. Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Adrian Chase, Timothy Drake, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Kori (Starfire) Warnings: alcohol use, drunk texting, ex-relationships, angst, mentions of vomit, mild possessiveness, Adrian is a little crazy, mdni

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ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ featuring: dick grayson, bruce wayne, wally west, jason todd, hal jordan, aged up!damian wayne, tim drake, roy harper x reader!! ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ cw: nsfw 18+, MDNI, fluff, innuendos, crack, established relationships ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ a/n: hiii thank you for the request and kind words, angel!! we have batboys & wally!! plus a couple additions...tehe 👀 hope u enjoy <3

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☆/ telling your boyfriend(s) that a superhero kissed you. includes: dick grayson, hal jordan, roy harper, jason todd and superbat

The thing would be the reader not bothering telling their partner because they don't believe he would care because of past experiences while the batboys are like "OF COURSE I WANT TO MAKE YOU COMPANY IN THE HOSPITAL???? I LOVE YOU?????"

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Why didn't you tell me

featuring: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Duke Thomas, Bruce Wayne

warning: hospital, fainting, fluff

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I wanted to get it for you

featuring: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Wally West, Hal Jordan

warning: fluff

A/N: Thank you so much, I’m really glad you love the smaus🫶🏻 I’m always having so much fun doing these (especially writing wally’s part LMAO).

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pairing — Aang x reader

word count — 2020

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The first time Appa abandoned Aang for you, it happened so naturally that you almost missed it.

You were sitting outside the Southern Air Temple with your back against a warm stone wall, sharing a basket of steamed buns with Sokka while Aang and Toph argued a few yards away about whether the latest practice field had been “improved” or “destroyed.” Appa had been napping nearby, one enormous eye lazily half-open, tail flicking every so often in the sunlight.

You had only broken off a bite of bun when you noticed the sound.

A soft, pleased chuff.

You looked up just in time to see Appa lift his head, blink at you, and then heave his massive body upright with a grunt. Before Aang could finish saying, “No, I’m telling you, the field is better this way,” Appa lumbered straight over to you and lowered his head into your lap with a content sigh.

You froze.

The bun hovered halfway to your mouth.

Across the courtyard, Aang stopped talking.

His eyes widened. Then narrowed in deep, personal offense.

“Appa.”

Appa ignored him.

Aang pointed dramatically. “Appa, no. I was speaking to you.”

Appa closed his eyes.

Sokka made a choking sound that was probably laughter. Toph turned her face toward the noise and immediately smirked. “Wow,” she said. “Bison’s got standards.”

You slowly set the bun down beside Appa’s nose, and his ears twitched. He nudged your arm once, gentle and expectant.

Aang stared.

“He’s taking your food,” he said, scandalized.

You blinked at him. “He’s sharing my food.”

“That’s not sharing,” Aang said. “That’s theft with manners.”

Appa made a pleased rumble and swallowed the bun whole.

You could not help it. You laughed.

Aang put one hand over his heart as if you had wounded him personally. “Traitor,” he said to Appa.

Appa’s only response was to lean harder into your side.

It became a problem after that.

Or at least, it became Aang’s problem.

Appa began following you around more often than not. If you crossed the courtyard, he lumbered after you like a fluffy mountain. If you sat down for tea, he plopped himself nearby and waited for you to scratch the patch between his horns. If you were carrying anything remotely interesting,food, a blanket, a satchel, one single apple,Appa would appear from nowhere with the quiet determination of a creature who knew exactly where the favorite person in the world stood.

Aang, unfortunately, noticed everything.

He noticed Appa stealing your seat on the terrace.

He noticed Appa allowing you to braid little strips of ribbon into the fur around his neck.

He noticed Appa dropping his head into your lap every time you sat on the grass near the gardens.

What he did not notice,at least not until it was too late,was the way you always smiled when Appa came to you. The way your hands got gentler around him. The way you talked to him as if he understood every word.

Maybe he did.

Aang certainly acted like he did.

One afternoon, he came looking for you with a stack of papers under one arm and a very tired expression on his face. You were in the open courtyard, kneeling beside Appa while you tried to untangle a length of rope that had somehow wrapped itself around one of his saddle straps.

Aang stopped in the archway.

Appa was practically draped over you.

You were leaning close to the bison’s face, murmuring, “Hold still. You are making this worse.”

Appa blinked slowly at you, blissfully unhelpful.

Aang let the papers slide against his chest. “Excuse me,” he said.

You glanced up. “Hi.”

Appa made a happy noise and nudged your shoulder.

Aang’s jaw tightened.

“He only does that when he wants to be fed,” he said.

You returned your attention to the knot. “I’m aware.”

“He’s manipulating you.”

“Possibly.”

“He does not respect the concept of personal space.”

“Neither do you, when you want noodles.”

Aang stared at you.

Then he looked at Appa, who had the audacity to close his eyes in satisfaction.

“Unbelievable,” he muttered.

You finally pulled the rope free and straightened with a sigh. “There. Done.”

Appa immediately turned and rested his chin on your arm.

Aang’s expression was deeply betrayed.

“He likes me,” you said, almost laughing now. “There’s no need to look so wounded.”

Aang made a disbelieving noise. “No need? Appa used to greet me with excitement. Me. His own rider.”

“And now?” you asked.

Aang pointed at you as if presenting evidence in court. “Now he greets you with excitement.”

You had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling too much. “Maybe I’m just more fun.”

That did it.

Aang placed the papers onto a nearby stone bench with exaggerated care, then folded his arms. “I see.”

You tilted your head. “Do you?”

“I do. This is a conspiracy.”

“A conspiracy?”

“Yes.” He stepped closer, eyes narrowing. “A plot against me. A carefully arranged campaign of bribery and affection.”

Appa huffed at him.

Aang looked up. “Don’t encourage them.”

You burst out laughing, and Appa immediately leaned into the sound, as if your laughter was the point of the entire afternoon. He nudged your side, then made a low, satisfied noise when you rubbed the top of his nose.

Aang watched the whole thing with the wounded dignity of a man who had lost a war.

Then, quite suddenly, he gasped.

His hand flew to his chest. “I have been replaced.”

You gave him a flat look. “You are being dramatic.”

“I am not being dramatic,” he said. “I am suffering.”

Toph’s voice floated from the doorway behind him. “You are absolutely being dramatic.”

Aang whipped around. “Toph, I did not ask for your opinion.”

“You didn’t have to,” she said. “Your face is doing all the talking.”

You laughed again, and Aang turned back to you with a look that was trying very hard to be stern and failing.

“I can’t believe you’re all against me,” he said.

You leaned down and scratched Appa under the chin. “Maybe Appa just has better taste.”

Appa made an approving grumble.

Aang stared at the two of you in utter disbelief. “I am being bullied in my own temple.”

By sunset, Aang had decided the betrayal needed to be addressed properly.

Which, naturally, meant he had turned it into a performance.

He called everyone to the central courtyard under the excuse of a “very important matter.” Sokka came expecting a crisis. Katara came with the kind of patience usually reserved for children and firebenders. Toph came because she wanted to see what was happening. You came because Aang had given you a look that said this was either going to be ridiculous or private, and you were fairly certain it would be both.

Appa stood in the middle of the courtyard, enormous and calm, with you beside him and Aang pacing dramatically in front of both of you.

“I would like it recorded,” he announced, “that I was once a treasured and beloved companion.”

Sokka crossed his arms. “You still are.”

Aang pointed at him. “Not relevant.”

Katara sighed. “Aang, please tell me this is not about Appa preferring Y/N.”

He stopped pacing.

The silence that followed was enough answer on its own.

Toph snorted. “Oh, this is going to be good.”

Aang clasped his hands behind his back and faced Appa as if addressing a very difficult political matter. “Appa. We need to discuss your behavior.”

Appa blinked at him.

You bit your lip, already smiling.

Aang continued, wounded but dignified. “I understand that people change. Bonds evolve. But there are limits. You cannot simply abandon your longtime rider in favor of someone who, until recently, had to be reminded to stop feeding you dried fruit before dinner.”

Sokka’s shoulders shook.

“I remember that,” Katara said dryly.

“You fed him six mangoes,” she added, looking at you.

You lifted a hand. “In my defense, he looked hungry.”

Appa thumped his tail against the stones.

Aang threw his hands wide. “See? He agrees with you!”

The courtyard dissolved into laughter.

Even Aang, despite himself, had to smile a little, though he tried to hide it by turning it into a sigh.

You stepped closer to him, lowering your voice. “Are you actually upset?”

He glanced at you, and the teasing in his expression softened into something more real.

“A little,” he admitted.

That tugged something warm in your chest.

“He still loves you,” you said.

Aang gave Appa a long look. “Then he has a very strange way of showing it.”

Appa immediately nuzzled your shoulder.

You laughed, but Aang’s gaze stayed on you for a moment longer than necessary. The courtyard noise seemed to fall away around the two of you, the evening air quiet and gold between the temple stones. Appa’s warm breath brushed your arm. Somewhere nearby, Sokka was muttering that he “did not sign up for this level of emotional trauma,” but you barely heard him.

Aang scratched the back of his neck. “I suppose I can’t really blame him.”

You tilted your head. “No?”

He shook his head, looking a little embarrassed now. “You’re kind to him.”

You looked down at Appa, who had settled so closely beside you that you were nearly leaning against his fur. “He’s easy to be kind to.”

Aang smiled faintly. “That’s because he likes you.”

“And you don’t?”

He blinked. “What?”

You felt your face warm, but you held his gaze. “You. Do you not like me, too?”

For the first time all evening, Aang went still.

Then his ears turned pink.

“I,” he said carefully, “may have a difficult time competing with a six-ton sky bison.”

That made you laugh, but the sound came out softer than you intended.

Aang looked at you, and something in his expression shifted. Gone was the mock offense, the dramatic outrage. What remained was open and tender and a little shy around the edges, as if he had been caught revealing something he had meant to keep hidden.

He took one step closer.

Appa chose that moment to bump his head into your shoulder and then into Aang’s side as well, as if to arrange the two of you more neatly.

Sokka made a noise behind you. “Oh, come on.”

Katara covered her smile with one hand.

Toph grinned like she had just won a bet nobody else knew about.

Aang looked down at Appa, then back at you, and let out a helpless laugh. “Fine,” he said. “I admit defeat.”

You arched a brow. “To Appa?”

“To both of you.”

Then he extended one hand toward you, palm up, with the sort of gentle confidence that always made your heart stutter just a little.

“Can I at least have the next dance with you tonight,” he asked, “before Appa steals you again?”

The courtyard went very quiet.

You looked at his hand, then at his face, and felt your smile go soft around the edges.

“I think,” you said, placing your hand in his, “that can be arranged.”

Aang’s fingers curled around yours.

Appa snorted, satisfied at last, and laid himself down in the middle of the courtyard with all the smugness of a creature who had successfully orchestrated the entire evening.

Sokka groaned. “I hate how well this worked.”

Toph laughed. Katara shook her head. Aang squeezed your hand once, just enough to make you look at him again.

His smile was small and warm and unmistakably affectionate.

“Still think I’m losing?” he murmured.

You glanced at Appa, who was watching the two of you with enormous, sleepy eyes.

Then you looked back at Aang.

“Yes,” you said.

He groaned, but he was smiling when he did it.

You leaned in closer, lowering your voice so only he could hear.

“But not by much.”

And when Aang laughed, bright and full and hopelessly fond, Appa’s ears flicked once in approval, as if even he knew the truth now:

He had not betrayed Aang at all.

and maybe tagah asks that on purpose so he can hear aang go extra hard in the bedroom. so he can hear you choke and whine for mercy as you're fucked to high heaven. until you're wailing, the loud squelch of your sopping count somehow louder and wetter than any of the other nights.

tagah smirks, breathless as he cums all over his fist to the sound of you shattering into a million pieces. but at the back of his mind, he still believes he can fuck you better.

but then he sees the violent red lines down aang's broad back when he comes into the kitchen the next morning. he sees the lazy confidence in his strides and movements as he fixes both of you something to eat. tagah pushes down the burning jealousy in his gut, momentarily clenches his fists before saying,

"good night?"

tagah expects aang's usually flustered laugh and the sheepish way he rubs the back of his neck. but aang simply aims a grin his way, something different in the shine of his eyes as he meets tagah's gaze.

"fantastic, actually."

A/N: This came into my head and wouldn’t leave until I shared it.

Dick Grayson:

• Dick strikes me as the kind of guy who has nicknames for everyone

• (you know it’s true)

• So he’ll start with the generic ones like Babe and Sweetheart

• And he’ll probably stick with it

• But eventually he’ll settle on some other slightly less common ones

• I think he’d like using Honey and Sweetie

• And yeah, occasionally he likes to use a super fucking cheesy one

• Sweetums. Sugarpie. Honeypot. Shnookums.

The cheesier the better

Love is in the cheeeeese

I just know he loves to be a little bit annoying with it

Especially likes to use cheesy ones in front of other people

"Pookie, do you want another drink?" "Who're your friends, Honey-Bunny?"

Gods of Olympus give you strength when he does that

6/10 pretty standard and likes to be an occasional menace

Jason Todd:

"I've missed you too," Aang replies, pulling back every so slightly to beam you a smile as bright as the sun. "More even."

"Impossible," you retaliate, grinning when Aang aims a pout your way. Big doe eyes blinking and all. "That's not gonna work because I did, in fact, miss you more so you can suck it."

"Oh?" Aang's eyes immediately develop a mischievous sparkle. "What can I suck? I'm assuming anything because I have been gone for two months and I seem to have forgotten how sweet you taste—"

You slap a hand over his mouth, a little flustered. "Slow down, perv. I haven't even said hi to Appa and Momo yet."

Aang playfully rolls his eyes. "I see how it is." His voice vibrates against your palm. "You love them more than me, huh? Your husband's been away for several weeks and this is the treatment I get?"

"The children come first," you reply, amused before shrieking as Aang suddenly licks your palm. "Aang, what the hell!?"

"Mm, just as sweet as I remember," Aang hums contentedly, groaning when you swipe off his own saliva on his cheek. "Okay, that wasn't very nice."

"Says the man who just licked my palm." You deadpan.

"You've literally had my come in your mouth and yet saliva is suddenly a problem?"

"Yes."

"Fair enough."

You smile softly, leaning in to capture his eager lips in a kiss. Your hands rake over the overgrown hair on his head before trailing down to his ears, the touch making Aang melt into you with a shiver.

"I missed you," you murmur against his lips and Aang smiles.

"I missed you more."

"Nuh uh."

"Uh huh."

"Stop squeezing my ass, Aang."

Them Accidentally Breaking Something Important of Yours | Batboys x Reader

Thank you for the ask, @clementine483! I hope that you enjoy!

What if reader randomly said something really ominous, like "what would you do if I died tomorrow" (nothing is happening she just said it randomly)

How would the batboys react?

“what would you do if i died tomorrow?”

Thank you for the request, anon! This was angsty and I feel so bad for my poor Batboys. I hope this was angsty enough for you!

and five heart attacks later, the batboys learn not to underestimate your random thoughts

Including Duke and Bruce <3

Hope you guys like it!

Tim Drake Tim’s clinginess is low-key, but it’s also constant. He’s the type to text you “What’s up? I miss you <3” while you’re just sitting 5 feet away from him. If you so much as stand up to go get a snack, he’s immediately there, like, “Where are you going? Don’t leave me.” He’ll lean against you, his hand finding yours without him even realizing it. When you're watching TV or reading, he’s definitely leaning into your side, trying to get as close as possible without being too obvious. But if you move to shift positions? Nope, he’s following you. He’ll slip his arm around your waist, all like, “Don’t think I didn’t notice that.” He’s not a big PDA guy, but when it’s just the two of you? Prepare for cuddles, hand-holding, and small, random kisses. He’s gotta be touching you constantly.

Jason Todd Jason is obsessive, no doubt. He’s that partner who’ll try to act like he’s tough and independent, but the moment you show him any kind of affection, he’s all over you. Like, you can’t just hug him. No. He’ll climb into your lap and basically trap you there, rubbing his face into your neck like a cat. He’s gonna constantly ask for kisses, too, but not just little pecks—he wants full-on, deep kisses where he can pull you close and remind you that you’re his. If you’re doing something, like, working or even hanging out with friends, he’ll try to drag you away, be like, “Hey, come hang out with me, stop ignoring me for two seconds.” He’s possessive, but in the cutest way, constantly needing your attention. If you even talk to another person for too long, he’ll give them side-eye and pull you back to him like, “You good? You’re not gonna leave me for some random guy, are you?” He’s also the type to cling to you in bed, hogging the covers and curling up like a human koala.

Dick Grayson Dick’s clingy energy is pure gold. He’s the most affectionate of the bunch and doesn’t shy away from public displays of love. He loves hugging you from behind, nuzzling into your neck, and just randomly planting kisses all over your face. He’ll text you “miss you <3” every few hours when you’re apart, and when you’re together? It’s all about touch. He’s sitting on your lap, or leaning on your shoulder, or pulling you into his chest just because he needs to be close to you. If you’re watching a movie, he’s definitely going to have his head in your lap, just to be as close to you as humanly possible. He gets giddy when he gets attention from you, too. You could be playing with his hair, and he’ll melt. He’ll whine like, “I’m not clingy, you’re clingy. But also, I love it. So don’t stop.” Honestly, Dick doesn’t care if he’s acting like a bit of a puppy—he’s obsessed with you, and he makes sure you know it.

Damian Wayne Damian’s clingy moments are hilariously dramatic. He might start out cold, acting like he doesn’t need anyone, but as soon as you show him any affection? He’s all in. He’ll randomly grab your hand and hold it like it’s the most important thing in the world. If you try to walk away from him for whatever reason, he’ll growl and pull you back in, like, “Where are you going? You’re staying right here.” He has this whole vibe of “I don’t need anyone else, just you”, so if you’re talking to someone else or looking away from him for too long, he’ll wrap his arm around your waist and be like, “I don’t think you should be talking to them. They might steal you away from me.” In bed? He’s a hug monster, wrapping his arms around you like he’s never letting you go. He’s all about the intimacy, though—when it’s just the two of you, he’ll be soft and surprisingly vulnerable, making sure you know that he needs you more than he lets on.

Duke Thomas Duke is lowkey super clingy, but in the way that’s goofy and endearing. He loves to follow you around, like, just wherever you go, he’s tagging along. You’re going to the kitchen? He’s there. To grab something from the laundry room? He’s there. If you sit down, he’s sitting on the floor next to you, asking if you want to “cuddle and watch dumb shows together.” He’s always finding excuses to touch you—like, his hand will just casually rest on your knee or he’ll come up behind you and play with your hair. And if you don’t give him attention? He’ll pout, even if he’s trying to play it off, like, “Aren’t you gonna give me a kiss? C’mon, don’t leave me hanging.” He’s the type who’ll give you a silly smile, lean in for a kiss, and then pull you into a full-on hug like, “Don’t go. I’m not done with you yet.” He’s all about the hugs, especially after a long day. You’ll be just chilling, and suddenly he’s like, “Hug time, right? Let me get one.”

Summary: How each of the Batboys spoil their lovely partner, aka you.

WARNING: implied female reader, fluff.

Dick Grayson

Usually, Dick tries to live pretty modestly. Dick will always be grateful to Bruce for taking him in but he never wants to be dependent on him again. Bruce still insists on giving his eldest ward a monthly allowance but Dick either donates or saves the vast majority. His wages as a police officer are plenty enough to afford a comfortable life in Bludhaven after all.

However, Dick has a few weaknesses: his favorite shampoo, "the good baloney," and his beautiful partner. Oh, Dick loves spoiling you! He regularly brings home little key chains and bracelets for you. On Tuesday mornings he always makes a stop at your favorite bakery and every Friday he comes home with a fresh bouquet of flowers. If you try to protest, Dick becomes very pouty. Very fast. "Why not, firefly?" he whines. He proudly insists its his job to spoil you.

Dick doesn't need money to spoil you. You'll never forget the first time he came back from patrol with a pretty rock in his hands. "I found it on a rooftop," he tells you. "I thought you'd like it." You now have a small collection of colorful rocks on your dresser.

Dick is a firm believer in princess treatment. Want to be carried around the apartment? No problem! Had a long day? Come cuddle on the couch! He already pulled up your favorite movie. Sore? He gives excellent massages! Dick once tried making you breakfast in bed and nearly burned down the apartment. Now he just orders takeout. 

Dick’s favorite pastime is spoiling you. 

Jason Todd

Jason doesn’t openly spoil you in the way his brothers do. His affection is subtler, more reserved. 

Jason grew up in poverty. He isn’t the type to spend money frivolously, he just isn’t wired that way. During his Robin days, Jason would panic when Bruce handed him a few hundred bucks or passed him an expensive gift like it was nothing. Now, between his allowance as a Wayne and income as a crime lord, Jason has more money than he knows what to do with. But in a lot of ways, he still operates like the kid just trying to survive on Gotham’s streets. 

Jason probably isn’t going to buy you anything at first. He’ll pay for dinner like the gentleman Alfred raised him to be, maybe even bring a small flower bouquet to the second date, but there are no expensive gifts. Your first date is to a small bookstore cafe you insisted he would love (he did), not a fancy restaurant. For a long time you probably don’t even realize how wealthy he is. 

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t spoil you in his own ways. Once you and Jason begin dating, you find your sink no longer drips, the picture you’ve been meaning to hang is perfectly centered on the wall, and car troubles are a thing of the past. You insist he doesn’t have to be your personal maintenance man. “I know, princess,” he tells you quietly. “Just… let me take care of you.”  

Meals are taken care of too. To your surprise, Jason is a remarkable cook. He never outright insists on making dinner but always seems to beat you to it. He folds your laundry with zero complaints, makes your tea just how you like it, and files your taxes like a pro. 

As your relationship progresses, Jason will occasionally spoil you with an unexpected gift: a new book, that dress/shirt you mentioned liking, or a necklace you spotted at a local craft fair. Jason’s favorite way to spoil you is in mundane, everyday ways. No flash, no pomp, just pure devotion and love. 

Tim Drake

Tim is more obvious when spoiling you. Tim was born into wealth. After his parents went bankrupt, their lavish lifestyle dissipated but his family still lived comfortably. Of course, being adopted by Bruce meant a reintroduction into the life of luxury. As CEO of Wayne Industries and a ward to Bruce Wayne, Tim wants for nothing. 

Tim, sweetheart that he is, came to your first date with a delicate bracelet and small bouquet of flowers. He was perfect on the date too. He took you to a nice restaurant, pulled your chair out for you, paid for dinner, walked you home, and kissed you on the cheek goodnight. This pattern continues throughout your relationships.

Tim loves buying you gifts. He starts small, not wanting to overwhelm you: a cute plushie, a fun mug, a latte from the cafe he frequents. Overtime, his simple gifts turn into lavish presents. You nearly have a heart attack when you open the box he left on your counter one morning to find a pearl necklace. You call him in a frenzy, insisting it’s too much. “You said you’d always wanted one,” Tim explains sheepishly from the other end. It doesn’t stop there. He comes home with a new dress or suit. He surprises you on a date with a new tablet. Tim still does small gifts, like bringing you your favorite candy bar, but bigger gifts are always sprinkled in.

Tim loves paying for services too. When you mention you and your friends wanting to do a spa day, he insists on paying for all of you and even books the appointment (at the nicest place in town). You’ve given up on paying for your nail and hair appointments. Tim always manages to pay in advance. He pays for any maintenance around your apartment (what he can’t do himself) and has even covered a few of your bills when money is tight. He pretends to be sorry when you scold him but catches the upward twitch of your lips. 

Damian Wayne

Damian does not know how to not spoil you. Damian is the child of Bruce Wayne and Talia Al-Ghul, both billionaires with enough money to buy a planet. Like his mother, Damian is naturally doting (some might say overly so.)

Damian spoils you like his life depends on it. New earrings, necklaces, and dresses are constantly filling your closet. (Eventually, it becomes so much Bruce gives you your own walk in closet at the manor.) Glance too long at an item in a store and it will be on your bed by the next evening. However, the bulk of presents Damian gifts you aren't from stores, they're custom made just for you. Your a regular client of award-winning designers in France, Italy, and Korea.

It isn't just fashion either. Damian's love is a steady flow of expensive gifts and dates. Want to see a movie? Damian will rent out the entire theater. Like Tim, Damian pays for any service you require without a second thought: car repairs, hair appointments, cleaning services, meal kits.

Obviously, it isn't well known at first, but rumours get around, and eventually, someone does do it.

Like, Two-Face rounds up a bunch of people to become hostages to ensure his safe retreat, and suddenly, Red Robin is less talkative. And it takes Batman's arrival to peel his side-kick off the goon who's a bloody mess on the floor. Two-Face watches, slightly terrified, as Red Robin stalks over to you and crouches down next to you. Dent makes sure none of his men venture close to your area or workplace from now on.

Red Hood leaves Penguin's newest base in flames and carnage, carrying you out of the front doors while the villain is hanging from the chandelier in cuffs, blue and purple and bleeding. Batman has to rescue him before the flames get too close.

Nightwing lacks wit and a charming smile in the fight against Harley. And you're tied up to the chair she's using as a shield from Nightwing's glaring gaze. She cuts your bonds, and you walk away unscathed. Harley's boys are laying in piles, broken and groaning. She surrendered almost immediately when you called out "Look out, Babe!" She says hi to you on the streets sometimes.