Bless those before us, for they have not seen the night.

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cw: two idiots in love, Fluff, romcom levels of cheesiness, friends to lovers, shameless flirt Jason,Gotham is like new york but still Gotham levels of maliciousness.

a/n: i wrote this on my break so excuse if it feels a bit rushed y'all:) also dividers by @uzmacchiato (these r super cute btw ) I forgot where the reblog one is from but if you know PLEASE put it in the comments🤞🏿

"And I can't have one singular chocolate chip?"

Jason, your regular customer who lives in the complex across the street pleads. His almost-neon green eyes water as he juts a rosy lip out, like a small child.

"You're really not gonna leave until I give you one? Because I really don't have all day Jace." You giggle, walking closer to him and flicking his nose with a slight grin.

Jason sighs dreamily, leaning his chin into his hand. "I'd have to be dead for me to willingly leave this slice of heaven, especially when i get to see my favorite lady."

"Don't joke about that in a place like this Jay, and stop shamelessly flirting with the gorgeous baker."

"Aren't you the baker?" He grins, raising an eyebrow at you.

"Well regardless I couldn't stop anyway, not when you're this cute."

He finishes, his eyes boring into the back of your head as you work, tracing over the shape of your body at least once or twice.

You turn around and slip a small cherry thumbprint cookie into his mouth. It was part of a newer addition for valentines day coming up, not that many holidays could be celebrated in the gloomy melting pot that is Gotham City.

"Yet here I am, feeding you like a cat everyday. What if I had poisoned that?" You tease, smoothing the hair away from his stupidly perfect face.

A dusty red blush claws its way to Jason's cheeks, almost as red as the jam from the pastry you gave to him.

"Was it good?" You ask unbeknownst of the internal fire you'd set ablaze in Jason's stomach. Although he didn't show it through words, his body language definitely said otherwise. He prays to some higher being that you don't notice the way he shifts in his seat.

"Horrible. Bad. Could definitely be better." He jokes, licking the crumbs that had been left off of his face.

"You keep messing around with me Peter and one of these days I'm gonna bite your head off for it." You grit out, lips quirked up in feigned annoyance.

"I'm just jokin' ma! I'd never say you had a single bad pastry in my life. And if I do, that ain't me." He swears, putting a hand over his heart. It was fairly common for you to use his full name but it came as a shock every time.

He catches your hand, placing a chaste kiss to the tip of your ring finger, forest green eyes never leaving yours.

Now it was your turn for unresolved feelings. Your face felt as if a thousand miniature ovens were set to the highest temperature all at the same time.

You whip around, heading towards the back exit muttering to yourself about having to go pick up some flour or something along those lines.

"Well I'll see you later ma call me if you need me, but I trust you know the drill!" Jason waves, red and black keys wrapped around his finger, resting in the center of his palm.

"See ya Jay!" You call out, smiling awkwardly as you adjust your apron. Jason leaves your shop, looking back at it one more time. He sees your figure stumbling about the shop once more.

Cute.

"Sooo.. when were you gonna tell me about this little relationship you got going on? Hm?"

Jason jumps in his skin, which is unusual since he isn't just Jason Todd but also Gotham's one and only Red Hood.

"JESUS– Goddamn it! Dick, I thought I told you not to sneak up on me like that."

Dick smiles, his dimples more prominent than the stench of crime that falls over Gotham every night and day.

"You going to answer my question Jay birdie?" Dick questions, ruffling his kid brothers hair.

"...Shut up."

Bsf!Peter Parker who... can't help but watch you whenever you two hang out. His eyes trace simple patterns and equations across your body, wishing they could be the freezing hands he wears everyday.

Bsf!Peter Parker who... is nonstop thinking about you after your last hangout. Even when he's working on a new variation for his webs, he can't get it right. Not even when he's at his most focused, sweat gathering on his brow, as he tries to be as nimble as possible. Which ultimately, he fails.

Bsf!Peter Parker who... seems to disappear a lot more around you, which you notice but don't pay much mind to. At school he had been his normal—well as normal as Peter Parker could be; Normal geeky awkward self. Out of school? That was an entirely different story.

Bsf!Peter Parker who... 's school bag was found webbed to a trashcan? Almost as if Spider-man had mugged him and left his beaten and battered backpack.

Bsf!Peter Parker who... swings up to his bedroom window, changed back into his school clothes to avoid any suspicion from anybody near-by. He freezes with one foot in the window to find you sitting on his bed with his backpack in both hands.

Bsf!Peter Parker who... panics and falls face first through his window and into a crouch on the floor by his desk with a small yelp. He quickly scrambles to his feet, hastily swiping at the grime and blood smearing his face.

Bsf!Peter Parker who... answers a bit more rushed than usual to your question, "Peter, are you being bullied by...Spiderman?"

my friend keeps asking me for more superbat so she sent me a pose to draw them in :D

i have no idea what the general consensus is for the suit colors bruce and clark would wear, so these are kinda just random haha sorry

and just in case ya haven't seen the first doodle i did for her a while back here it is

oh he would definitely flex his muscles on purpose just to catch you ogling his toned body covered in sweat while explaining something that’s wrong with your car.

he’ll smirk when he catches you swallowing and nodding brainlessly with no shame in staring at his body.

he’s the type to point it out too and laugh smugly once you yelp in surprise as you stutter at his straightforwardness.

now it’s your turn, purposely bending over to point at something in your engine while asking him a question about the intake manifold. dangerous lashes batting up at him behind you with an innocent looking grin that clearly screams anything but innocent.

the only thing swirling in his mind is the lack of distance between your bodies. your plump ass flush against the growing bulge behind you.

you can see his expression turn dark once he notices the shift in the type of service he’s willing to give out, and not a mechanics type of service.

but he’ll feign innocence and reach over your body to point to your answer as he explains, purposely pressing more into the flesh that was hugged by your increasingly ridden up skirt and grumbling seductively into your ear.

he’s such a tease, smirking so annoyingly because he won’t give you what you want until you say it directly.

little do you both know, choso’s in the back silently watching with a deadpan expression as yet another one of toji’s clients fall victim to his charisma.

that idiot.