Maybe one day, i'll have a story written about me

summary: What happens when they get a call that their beloved partner is out drunk?

warnings: mentions of vomiting and drinking, gn!reader (I think?) pet names, a lil angsty in Tim’s part, but overall just fluff and crack lol

a/n: Hellooo I hope everyone’s doing well<33 I’ve been kinda out of it mentally but I’m back!

Starring: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne

Dick Grayson

The phone rung at about 3 am, waking Dick from his slumber.

He grunted as he rolled over to the side of his bed, reaching his arm out to grab the telephone.

“Hello?” Dick said groggily.

His mind snapped out of his sleepy state the minute he heard your voice.

And by the way you were slurring your words, you were definitely drunk.

“Ok baby just tell me where you are and I’ll come pick you up.” He hastily said, already putting his coat and shoes on.

You struggled to get the name of the bar you were at. But when you finally did, Dick wasted no time and immediately drove over to your location.

He got out of the car and immediately spotted you, sitting on the curb and looking up at god knows what.

Dick slowly approached you, trying not to startle you.

You were in your own world, admiring the night sky up above in your intoxicated state.

“[name]? You okay?” He called out to you.

You looked over to him, smile widening immediately.

“Dick!” You squealed.

Of course, jumping from your position so suddenly was a bad idea, especially when you had just inhaled 4 rounds of vodka shots earlier.

You stumbled backward, your balance completely lost.

Dick quickly caught your wrist and pulled you toward him before you could hurt yourself.

“Careful there.” He flashed a grin at you.

“Hello boyfriend.” You giggled hazily as you burrowed your face into his neck.

He chuckled as one of his arms slipped beneath your knees to pick you up.

“What are you doing out so late baby?”

You groaned into his shoulder, sliding one arm behind his neck.

“M’friends left me alone.”

Dick scoffed at that, kissing the top of your head as he began walking off to his car.

“You should’ve called me earlier.”

Dick’s touch was the only familiar thing to you right now. You couldn’t help yourself as you hummed against him and closed your eyes.

When he finally arrived to the car, Dick carefully opened the backseat door with his elbow.

“Cmon hon, we’re here.” He brushed a hair from your face before noticing you had already drifted off to sleep.

Dick smiled softly as he gently lowered you onto the car seats, your body already curling up the moment you touched the smooth leather.

He later drove you back to his apartment, making sure you were okay before tucking you into bed, your soft snores later blending into his as he held you while the both of you slept.

Oh, and he WILL take care of you during your hangover in the morning.

Jason Todd

When you called him suddenly in the middle of the night, drunk, he swears he felt his heart stop beating.

He was always prepared for the worst situation possible, and for some reason he was blaming himself already if anything had happened to you.

You were blabbering on about some random dude at the bar while Jason rushed out of his apartment, holding the phone by his ear tightly.

He quickly revved up his motorcycle and rushed over to the bar you were at, his mind clouded with worry as the cold Gotham wind blew against his skin.

Jason arrived at the location you mention you were at in a hurry, yanking his helmet away immediately.

The door bust wide open, making everyone’s heads bar turn towards the tall muscular man standing at the entrance. He ignored everyone’s stares and immediately marched over to you.

You were giggling hysterically at a joke a guy you met earlier told you when Jason tapped your shoulder and said your name.

As soon as you spotted your boyfriend, your smile grew impossibly wide and you got up to clumsily wrap your arms around his neck.

When he noticed you weren’t hurt or in any real danger, any tension from his shoulders released.

“It’s dangerous to be out so late, doll.” He said, hugging you tightly.

“Stop bossing me around, Jay.” You murmured.

He scoffed and threw you over his shoulder as you yelped at the sudden action.

Jason shot one last dirty look at the man you were talking to before walking out the door.

His boots clanked as he strut to his bike, setting you down on the seat swiftly.

“You’re gonna have to hold on tight yeah?” He said, handing you a helmet.

“Hm.” You huffed.

Jason made sure you were okay before also stepping onto the motorcycle and turning it on.

Your fingers clutched at his jacket before he drove off into the night.

He wakes up in the morning with you clinging onto him like a koala, then has to hold your hair up while you throw up the alcohol from the earlier night.

Tim Drake:

Tim was hunched over at the batcomputer, typing away for a case he was working on for weeks when he finally looked at the clock.

He immediately woke up from his sleepy state, remembering you were supposed to be here ages ago. It was now 3:16 am, way too late for you to still be out.

Tim immediately checked his phone, seeing a couple missed calls from you.

He cursed under his breath, trying to call you back yet getting no response.

Thankfully, he never went anywhere without knowing your location, even if you might not know that he had it yourself.

Tim hastily pulled your location out and made his way to you, scurrying over with one of the cars from the manor.

You were supposed to be at some frat party your friend had invited you to, and knowing you, you probably had one too many drinks.

He slammed the car door shut, immediately walking into the house whose front door was unlocked. In Gotham??

The loud music baring from the stereos and the colourful lights hit him like a bullet to his head, covering his ears and making his only mission finding you.

He searched high and low, upstairs, downstairs, in the basement, before he heard your voice shouting from the kitchen.

You were crawling on the marble countertop, drinking up a couple shots effortlessly.

His eyes widened as he pushed through a crowd of people to get to you, gaze locked on your form the whole time.

“Baby?” He brushed his hand against your arm.

You looked over to see his your boyfriend, your face displaying a shocked expression.

That shocked expression soon turned into an annoyed one.

You slowly got down from the countertop, tripping over to him.

“What’r you doing here Tim?” You slurred.

His brows furrowed, “What do you mean? You called me?”

You groaned, because of him or the alcohol, you don’t know.

“You were supposed to be here 2 hours ago! You promised you’d pick me up! But I guess your stupid work is more important than me.” Your body stumbled backwards before you clutched onto the countertop.

His face changed into something completely different, a guilty look in his eyes.

“Fuck. I forgot about that. Sorry.”

You rolled your eyes, walking away from him and back to the discarded shots.

“Doesn’t matter, I have a new boyfriend now!” You laughed giddily.

Hu huffed, “What?!”

You gestured to the half empty vodka bottle you were holding, fingers already reaching over to pour some in a glass. His brows furrowed.

He swore you lost your mind when you started talking to the bottle.

“-Isn’t that right? You’d never leave me like Tim.” You cooed at the glass bottle, clutching it against your chest like a madwoman.

“Alright. That’s it.” Tim spoke up, prying the bottle away from your hands and picking you up over his shoulder.

“Hey! Put me down!” You yelled.

He ignored your demand, fighting through the crowd of people in an attempt to get through the front door.

When he finally made it, you were slumped over his shoulder, body finally giving in to your tiredness.

He brought his car keys out of his pocket, unlocking the door and placing you into the passenger seat.

“You’re mean.” You murmured.

“I love you too.” He smiled, before driving back to the manor.

Tim tucked you into bed and before he could think about leaving to go deprive himself of more sleep, you pulled at his wrist harshly and he fell into the white sheets next to you.

“You owe me an apology tomorrow. And breakfast.” You whispered drunkenly against his raven hair.

He gave into your touch, arms engulfing your body.

“Whatever you say, baby.”

Bruce Wayne

Bruce had finally made it home from patrol, ready to fall asleep in his bed.

Though when he saw your contact ringing on his phone, he immediately snapped out of his tired trance.

It was one of your colleagues who called him, saying that you might have had a little bit too much to drink at the company gala tonight.

Bruce wasted no time before getting dressed, heading out of the manor doors.

He declined Alfred’s offer to drive him and immediately got into his car, speeding off in a second.

Bruce pulled into the parking lot ten minutes later. Hastily getting out of the vehicle, he straightened his posture and headed into the tall fancy building.

He immediately spotted you, loud warm laugh vibrating against the walls of the ballroom. You slammed a hand down onto your table, making it shake a little.

Your trusted colleague, on the other hand, made all efforts to try to keep you from knocking over anything and also to keep you from drinking any more champagne.

She let out the biggest exhale ever when she saw Bruce standing in the middle of the room, helping you get up immediately and leading you toward him.

“Please take her home.”

She gave you a small smile before letting you stumble forward to his chest.

You looked up, eyes widening in shock as he slid a hand around your waist.

“What’s wrong honey, had a little too much to drink?” He smiled.

“Huh-wha? Honey?” You blushed.

“Hm?” He chuckled in confusion.

“Who… who are you?” You tilted your head as you slurred your words.

“Your husband.” He gave you an honest look.

Your eyes widened even wider when the word “husband” left his mouth.

You gasped softly, “I have… a husband?”

Bruce laughed as he took your hand into his, bringing it up to your face.

“See?” He gestured to your wedding ring.

“Oh my god.” You ogled the shiny piece of metal.

You looked back at him, scanning his face intently.

“If you’re my husband, what’s your name?”

His hand brought yours up to place a small kiss upon your knuckles, grinning at your question.

“It’s Bruce, darling. You really don’t remember me?”

You shook your head, oblivious as ever.

He sighed, leading you out the building slowly.

When you got to his car. You stopped him before he could usher you into the backseat.

“Bruce?” You whispered.

“Yes?” He curiously said.

“Can I give you a kiss?” You pleaded with your eyes.

He laughed softly as he lowered his head to make it easier for you to access his lips.

You laughed giddily as you placed a small peck on his cheek, then immediately crawled into the backseat.

“I think I like having a husband.” You muttered to yourself, loud enough for Bruce to hear it.

He will definitely make fun of you for this in the morning.

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۶ৎ You don’t like his motorcycle!

Jason Todd x fem!reader

summary: Jason had finally asked you out, he had planned everything, though one thing seems to get in between your date…

warnings: based off of this request, fluff, one shot, down bad!jason

The first time you agreed to go out with Jason on a date, he was beyond excited.

Jason planned everything meticulously. From the little restaurant he picked out, to the necklace he got you as a gift in his pocket. But the real star of the night would be his motorcycle. Yeah, maybe Dick’s words might’ve gotten to him, and maybe he was trying to impress you a little too hard with that bike.

All he could hear was Dick’s voice saying, “Chicks dig motorcycles, Jay.”

To which Jason cussed him out for saying, of course. But he’s honestly too desperate right now to not try and give it a shot.

You came out of your building just on time, all dolled up with your hair made and wearing your favourites dress.

He stopped dead in his tracks, admiring you in awe.

Oh god he really can’t fuck this up.

“Hey. You look- I mean you’re-” he breathed in. “You’re beautiful.”

You giggled and gave him a hug.

“Thanks Jay. And thanks for taking me out.”

“No problem.” He smiled at you. “Shall we get going?”

You nodded as he turned back, bending over to pick something up.

You let out a confused laugh when he handed you a red helmet.

“What’s this?”

He chuckled, “Don’t want anything happening to you, right?”

Jason gestures to the, what you now realised was a motorcycle, bike behind him. And your face dropped.

Not seeing your sudden disarray, he started rambling on about your guys plans, “And after the restaurant, we could maybe-”

“I can’t go on that.”

He immediately stopped talking.

“What?”

“I can’t go on that bike.”

He looked back at his motorcycle, and then at you- and back at his motorcycle.

“Oh… that’s fine. I mean- if you don’t wanna go on a date with me, I understand…I’m just gonna-”

“Woah.” You sounded taken aback, “When did I ever say that? I just meant I don’t like motorcycles, I don’t like getting on them.”

One of his hands came up to drag down his face as he let out the biggest exhale ever.

“I thought- you-”

You brought your hand up to your mouth, letting out a small chuckle.

God, he was a nervous wreck.

“Well,” he huffed, “I don’t really have a car…”

You both stood there a few seconds, lost in thought.

“Oh!” You jumped, “Isn’t Dick in town? Doesn’t he have a car?”

Oh no.

“I’ll call him!” You were already pulling your phone out, no use stopping you now.

The whole ride to the restaurant was horrible. Jason was dreading his existence every single second of that car ride.

“Did you know Jason had a stuffed animal he took everywhere as a kid?” Dick laughed as his hands gripped the steering wheel.

“No way! That’s so cute Jace!” You turned back to look at him, having sat in the passenger seat as Jason was shoved in the backseat.

He forced himself to let out a small smile at you before grumbling something under his breath. Probably a death threat for Dick.

“Yeah anyways how have you been?…”

The conversation blurred as you all arrived at your destination. Jason flew out of the car in an instant, opening the door for you before you could even think about doing it yourself.

“Bye Dick! Thanks for driving!” You yelled before Jason led you away from the car.

“Jason, did you buy… a car?” Bruce barged into the manor living room, computer in one hand and his other clicking away at a file.

Jason kept his gaze fixed on the book he was holding, turning a page. “Yeah, why?”

That caught the others attention, ears perking up as they suddenly went quiet and tried to (not so) subtly eavesdrop on their conversation.

“No reason, just… didn’t expect it from you.” He said firmly before walking back out the room.

Jason’s face twisted in confusion before he shrugged it off, going back to reading his book.

He suddenly felt the presence of Duke, Steph, and Tim on the couch, all containing the same smug smile on their faces.

Jason groaned, letting his book fall to his side. “What?”

“Nothing.” Steph said, “Just… your motorcycle wasn’t good enough for you?”

He rolled his eyes. “No.”

“Really Jason?” Duke cut in, trying to hold back a smile, “Don’t I remember you saying that you’d rather jump off a roof than give up your motorcycle?”

“Jumping off a roof would be the least dangerous thing I could’ve done at this point.”

“Oh really? It’s not that you got a car because of your girlfriend.” Tim finally cut in, his voice laced in taunt.

“Who. Told. You. That.” He snapped his head up at him.

“A little birdie told me your girlfriend doesn’t like motorcycles.” He snorted.

“She’s not my-” he groaned as he pushed Tim out of the way. “Whatever.”

“Where are you going?” Duke said.

“To kill Dick.”

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a/n: kinda short sorry</3

━━━━━━━ THIS CAN GO ONE OF TWO WAYS

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: bf!jason todd x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: roy calls you at 2 am, apparently jason is drunk and needs you

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 1.1k words, none, fluff, CRACK, sort of part 2 for this, roy is there too, 1 sexual comment, not edited just proof-read 🚬

<𝟑: art creds to @quezartt

You’re currently wearing one of Jason’s Gotham U hoodies (you suspect it’s not actually Jason’s) that reaches down to your legs, along with your winter boots. Aside from that, you’re wearing your pyjamas and nothing else.

You’re absolutely freezing your ass off, and by the time you barge into the club Roy sent you the address to, you swear you’re on the verge of hypothermia.

You would’ve told him to fuck off because it’s literally two a.m. But he called with Jason’s phone, and told you to come right now.

You need to come. It’s Jason.

summary : Your boyfriend has a new haircut.. not only were you not expecting it, you didn’t expect to find it so.. hot?

masterlist ◞ DC Masterlist ◞ ac : @/twalxx

You were halfway through making dinner when the front door clicked open. The smell of garlic and herbs filled the apartment, the low hum of the radio playing some old rock song in the background. You’d had a long day — work, errands, the usual Gotham chaos — but coming home to cook for Jason always made it better. He usually got back from patrol around this time, still wired but softening the second he saw you.

You turned, wooden spoon in hand, ready to greet him with a smile and maybe a quick kiss.

Then you saw him.

Jason Todd stood in the doorway, kicking off his boots, hair still slightly damp from whatever he’d done to it. The usual messy, slightly-too-long style was gone. In its place was something sharper, cleaner — a baby mullet. The sides were trimmed close, the back longer, just enough to curl at the nape of his neck. The white streak stood out even more now, bright against the dark, freshly cut hair. It made his jaw look sharper, his eyes more intense. He looked… dangerous. Hot. Like the kind of man who could ruin your life in the best way.

You stared. Openly. The spoon slipped from your fingers and clattered into the pot.

Jason raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “What? Alfred finally convinced me to get it cut. Said I looked like a stray dog. You hate it?”

You shook your head slowly, mouth dry. “No. I… God, Jason. You look…”

YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader

Summary: you come home, very drunk, and see a very hot guy sitting on your couch… so naturally you ask him out!

It starts with a simple, high-pitched gasp in the middle of your living room.

Jason is sitting on the couch in a gray t-shirt and sweatpants, laptop on his knees, mid-snack, when you stumble through the front door. You’re wearing one of his oversized jacket slung over your shoulders, your cheeks flushed red from two too many margaritas with your friends, and your hair a complete, chaotic masterpiece.

He sets his laptop aside immediately, a half-amused, half-concerned smirk already forming on his lips. "Hey, sweetheart. How was girls' night—"

He doesn't get to finish. The moment your eyes land on him, your hands fly to your face, covering your red-hot cheeks. You freeze in place, staring at him through your fingers as if you’ve just spotted a celebrity in a coffee shop.

"Oh," you whisper loud enough for the whole apartment complex to hear. "Oh my god."

Jason blinks, pausing. "What?"

You kick off your shoes—completely missing the rack—and take three deliberate, overly cautious, drunk steps toward the couch. Your eyes are wide, glassy, and completely starstruck.

"Who are you?" you ask, leaning over the back of the couch, resting your chin on your folded hands. You beam at him, giggling softly. "Because you are... so pretty. Like so hot. Has anyone ever told you that? You look like a whole movie star."

Jason slowly looks down at his faded t-shirt, then back up at you. A playful glint flickers in his blue eyes as the reality hits him: You have completely forgotten you're already dating him.

"A movie star, huh?" Jason drawls, leaning back against the cushions and crossing his arms over his chest. He bites down on the inside of his cheek to keep from bursting out laughing. "Can't say I hear that one often. I'm Jason."

"Jason," you sigh, the name rolling off your tongue like a melody. You sway slightly where you stand, blushing down to your collarbone. "That's a nice name. I'm... well, you know. I'm me."

"Nice to meet you, Me," he says softly, his voice dropping into that smooth, low register he knows makes you melt. "What's a girl like you doing flustered in my living room?"

"I live here! I think?" You look around the apartment, thoroughly confused for a split second, before your focus snaps right back to him like a magnet. You lean in closer, whispering conspiratorially, "Listen... I know this is crazy, but... are you single?"

You pause, then giggle, “wanna know a secret? I actually wanna marry you but I think asking you if you’re single is less advanced.”

Jason bites his lower lip, trying—and failing—to hide a massive grin. "Am I single? Well... that's a tough question."

Your face falls instantly into a dramatic, adorable pout, and you genuinely look devastated. "Oh no. You have a girlfriend?"

"I do," Jason says softly, watching your reaction.

"Is she pretty?" you ask, sniffling just a little bit, clearly heartbroken.

"She's gorgeous," Jason says, his voice softening. He reaches out, grabbing your wrist gently, and pulls you over the back of the couch until you tumble right onto his lap. You gasp, your hands landing flat against his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart. "She’s got this ridiculously cute laugh, gets super giggly when she drinks, and is currently sitting on my lap looking at me like I hung the moon."

You stare at him, your brain slowly churning through the alcoholic fog.

1... 2... 3 seconds pass.

"Wait," you whisper, your eyes going wide. "I just drank and I am fairly giggly."

"You are."

"And I'm on your lap."

"You are."

"...I'm the pretty girlfriend?!"

Jason couldn't hold it back anymore; he threw his head back and laughed, the deep, rumbling sound vibrating through his chest against your palms. "Yes, dummy. You're the pretty girlfriend. We've been together for over a year."

A look of pure, unadulterated triumph washes over your face. You kick your feet up, burying your burning face right into the crook of his neck, muffled giggles spilling out against his skin. "I scored so hard," you mutter into his collar. "He's huge and he's mine."

"Yeah, yeah, you hit the lottery," Jason chuckled, his broad arms wrapping snugly around your waist, pulling you close so you wouldn't slide off. He kissed the top of your head, resting his chin on your hair. "Come on, baby. Let's get you some water and into bed before you try to ask me out again."

"Wait!" You pop your head back up, cheeks still bright red, poking his chest with a single finger. "So... does this mean you won't go on a date with me?"

fluff, suggestive, MDNI based on this request

✶ DICK GRAYSON

Your boyfriend was not a serious man.

When you woke up this morning, your body had been sore. Like you had been through the meat grinder kind of sore but in a good way.

You had looked over at Dick sleeping soundlessly. Half his body on top of you and half on the bed with his messy raven hair falling over his eyes, his long lashes almost brushing his sharp cheekbones.

Yeah, a very good way.

But when you got out of bed and basically limped around the apartment, he gave you the smuggest look ever. Seriously no one had ever looked as proud of themselves as he had.

You wanted to slap him. Or kiss him. You were still deciding.

That didn’t stop you for asking him for help though, since he had been the one to carry you around the apartment and draw you a warm bath. The shoulder massage he gave you in the bathtub wasn’t too bad either. Plus the pancakes he had prepared with a little smiley face on top with chocolate syrup.

But that didn’t take away from the fact that he was an unserious man.

He had known you were supposed to have lunch with your friends today so he had been an exceptional tease last night in bed. Not just a tease, he was also apparently under the impression that you were made of rubber and could bend you however he pleased.

Just because he worked out eight hours a day didn’t mean you did too. You’d be lucky to even squeeze in a workout once a week and he knew that and yet he chose to manhandle you.

Not that you were against it. He was very skilled in the bedroom and the nights where you had to just lay there for him to do all the work were your favourites.

But damn now you were limping on your way to meet your friends. You and Dick walked out of the car, hand in hand towards where your friends were sitting outside the cafe.

And he had the audacity to snicker.

“It isn’t funny!” You huffed out, hands clutching his arm to hold for balance since your legs were way too sore to even walk.

“You weren’t complaining last night,” he replied and pushed his sunglasses up on his nose, looking way too amused.

“Shut up,” you scoffed instead of replying since thats all you could do. He wasn’t wrong.

Once you reached the table, Donna, Wally and Roy immediately greeted you with hugs.

“You okay?” Donna was the first one to speak, noticing your limp.

“Yeah,” you swallowed and sat down on the chair next to Dick’s, shifting a little. “Just walked into a chair.”

“Uh huh,” Roy narrowed his eyes at Dick’s smug face.

“And was the chair named Dick Grayson?” Wally added.

“Wally!” You gasped and looked at Dick for help but he just laughed and draped his arm over the back of your chair.

The rest of the lunch went by with way too many jokes about Dick’s dick and you’d think he’d be offended by it but he was the one initiating most of them.

Like you said, unserious.

✶ JASON TODD

Jason was out running when you woke up. It was your usual morning routine –he woke up before you, gave you a small kiss on your forehead and left for a run then returned an hour later with coffee and sometimes pastries.

This time however, you had told him you were making pancakes so he wasn’t surprised to find you standing in the kitchen wearing his shirt that he discarded last night.

He walked over to you, black tank top clinging to his body due to the sweat like a second skin and if you weren’t sore from last night you would have done something about it.

The minimal clothing you were wearing –Jason’s t-shirt and panties– didn’t do a lot to hide the marks he had left on you last night. Your thighs looked like a crime scene with how many hickeys he had left there.

You waddled over to the fridge to grab the eggs when Jason noticed you.

“What’s up?” He frowned and came up behind you.

“Hmm?” You asked and cracked an egg in the bowl.

“You’re waddling like a penguin,” he pointed out.

“Oh,” you blushed and immediately looked away from him. “You know,” you shrugged.

“Babe what?” He asked and turned you around to steal all your attention.

“Last night,” you said. “You’re not exactly small.”

“Well thanks,” he gave you a confused smile. “Is that why you’re limping?”

“That and my legs being folded like a lawn chair over your shoulders for over an hour yes,” you quipped.

Jason in response let out a cackle.

“Great, hope you’re proud of yourself,” you scrunched your nose and turned back to prepare the pancake batter.

“I mean it does wonders to a guy’s ego,” Jason let out a dramatic breath. “Seven orgasms in one night is my new record.”

“Jason!” You huffed and pushed him away. “You cannot count my orgasms you freak.”

He laughed again and came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle before nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck.

“Seriously though, I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked, pressing fluttering kisses to the hickeys he had left on your neck.

“No,” you hummed and craned your head back.

“You liked it?”

“Yes,” you breathed as his kisses made their way down to your shoulders.

His fingers busied themselves with massaging your hips, causing you to close your eyes in relief and rest your head back on his shoulders. Which gave him even more room to kiss on your neck.

“Let me make you feel better,” he murmured and turned you around before getting down on his knees.

“Jason,” you said through a shaky breath.

“Yeah?” He looked up at you through dark eyelashes and hooked your thigh over his shoulder. “Is this okay?”

You nodded your head which was all the permission he needed.

It was going to be a long morning.

✶ TIM DRAKE

In hindsight, waiting for your boyfriend to return from his week long mission at the manor probably wasn’t your brightest idea.

He had texted you that he would be back today and would just crash at the manor instead of coming back to your shared penthouse.

But you hadn’t seen him in a week! So it was only fair you drove to the manor and let yourself into the batcave to wait for him.

It had almost been an hour since you made yourself at home on the little beanbag chair with a book in your hands in the Batcave along with Barbara who was perched at the Batcomputer, doing whatever it is that Oracle did.

Tim returned soon along with the rest of the Bats on his Batcycle (Batman wasn’t a very creative person you were beginning to realise).

Damian made a ‘TT’ sound at you before making his way towards the shower area.

Tim on the other hand broke out in a grin the second he looked at you. He didn’t even bother taking off his mask or the suit before he was launching himself at you on the beanbag.

“Tim!” You grunted when his armoured chest collided with yours. “You’re crushing me.”

“Don’t care,” he muttered and pushed his head in the crook of your neck.

“Take a shower you stink!” You said and pushed him off.

“I see how it is,” he raised his head to look at you and if you could see his eyes behind his domino mask, you knew he would be narrowing his eyes at you. “I come back a week later after saving the world and my girlfriend says I stink.”

“You do,” Jason mumbled somewhere behind him.

“Ignore him he’s jealous,” Tim said to you before leaning down to give you a fleeting kiss. “I’ll be back,” he murmured and finally got off the beanbag to go take a shower.

That had been enough of your loving and sweet boyfriend for the night.

Because he was soon coming out of the shower without a shirt and in only a pair of sweatpants. He didn’t even bothering talking to anyone or even debriefing the case like he usually did, he just made his way towards you and picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

Thankfully everyone else was busy cleaning themselves and only Barbara was present in the Batcave. She shook her head at you like she knew exactly what was happening but didn’t want to be a part of it.

It had been a very long night.

The night for which you were paying now.

Tim’s heavy arm was thrown over your stomach in a tight grip like he never wanted to let you go.

Squinting open an eye, you flicked the bedside lamp on –having no clue what time it was outside due to the blackout curtains being drawn.

You turned over in Tim’s iron grip and looked around the room which looked like it had gotten robbed last night.

Your shirt was thrown on the floor along with your shorts, your bra dangling down the knob of the door –no clue how it got there. And your panties were probably torn in half somewhere. Even the pillows were thrown haphazardly, the covers weren’t even covering you.

Half the reason you woke up was the chill in the room causing goosebumps to rise on your naked body. The only source of heat you had was Tim’s equally as naked body wrapped around you like a koala.

You rubbed your eyes and tried to look at him. The first thing you saw were the red scratches on his chest, glowing against his pale skin and you were sure if he turned around his back would look the same.

“Tim?” You whispered and brushed his hair away from his face.

He only groaned in response and tugged you closer but his grip on your back was beginning to hurt.

“Hey,” you tried again and pushed at his shoulder –which you now saw had a bite mark on it.

Images of Tim’s bicep wrapped around your neck came to your mind but you quickly shook them off. Not the time.

“Tim come on, you’re hurting me,” you winced, which finally caught his attention.

“What?” He asked, voice laced with sleep and somehow deeper like you’ve never heard before. “Where are you hurt?”

“It just feels sore.”

“Fuck I’m so sorry,” he sat up straight in bed and leaned down to pull the covers up.

“It’s okay, you didn’t do anything I didn’t like,” you giggled when he turned around and yep his back looked every bit like his chest. Red scratches all over.

“Your back,” you whispered and reached out to lightly brush your hand over the marks. “What the fuck did we do last night?”

“I think I just missed you too much,” he chuckled. “Turn around let me give you a massage.”

“Yes please,” you moaned and turned around on your stomach to let Tim rub the soreness out of your muscles with his nimble fingers.

The knots in your muscles immediately came loose with each movement of his warm hands on your much colder body. Maybe they taught massaging the pain away at vigilante school or wherever Bruce took all the kids of his he seems to adopt.

His hands went lower to gently rest your calf over his shoulder –much gentler than last night. He pressed soft kisses to your leg as his fingers rubbed all the way to your ankles.

Later when you two went down for breakfast (it was around lunchtime), Cass and Damian gave you a disgusted look. Jason raised an eyebrow at the bite marks on Tim’s forearm while Dick only laughed in amusement. Even Barbara was staring at the hickey on your jaw since apparently Tim had forgotten he was human.

✶ BRUCE WAYNE

You were sitting on the chair in the little breakfast nook when Bruce entered the kitchen. A crossword puzzle was sat on the table next to a plate of toast and orange juice in front of you as you mindlessly scribbled on the puzzle.

Bruce came up behind you and gave you a little kiss on the back of your head before walking over to the cabinets to pull out a mug.

“Oh wait! I made you a yogurt bowl,” you said and hopped off the chair.

Bruce raised an eyebrow and watched you limping towards the fridge in nothing but his old uni sweatshirt. Your hair was falling over your shoulders, messy from a good night’s sleep. And other activities.

His eyes wandered lower to the backs of your knees where he was gripping your legs last night and sure enough there were marks to show it. For a second he was worried but when you turned around and gave him your million dollar smile, he forgot what he was thinking about.

“It has raspberries, nuts, pumpkin seeds, chia seeds. It’s good for your health,” you beamed and set it down in front of your own breakfast on the table.

Bruce joined you in a beat and eyed you as you grimaced a little while sitting down.

“Everything okay?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you said, voice a bit sarcastic which he didn’t miss.

“That’s not convincing,” he frowned.

“You rearranged my guts last night. I think that has something to do with me having trouble sitting down,” you smirked and he immediately blushed.

You heard a sudden noise from behind you and when you turned around to look, Tim was standing there, looking nauseated. “I’ll uh… have breakfast in my room…” he said.

“I didn’t know you stayed here last night,” you said to him.

“I wish I hadn’t,” he gagged and grabbed a cup of coffee before leaving the two of you alone.

Bruce scrunched his nose and turned his face towards his breakfast.

“Oh don’t go all shy now! You were very vocal last night,” you teased and nudged his foot with yours just to watch his ears turn even redder.

“I think we should take a warm bath together to you know, let our bodies heal,” he suggested.

“Uh huh,” you narrowed your eyes. “And no other reason at all.”

“Of course my darling,” Bruce smiled and tugged you out of your chair before picking you up in his arms.

“No other reason at all.”

my first multi part fic ever feeling nervous

didn’t know which photos to use so…

if you couldn’t tell i’ve been extremely tim drake pilled lately thanks to all the requests ive received for him 😭

Beautiful artwork by Janny Zuu on twitter! ITS SO CUTE I LOVE IT

I picture this as them human shaped, with horns/wings as their pony version would have! I still call them ponies bc likeee they're clearly not human but still XD

Omg i think this is my first non-reader insert fic since 2023

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"Fluttershy, would you make me the happiest Draconequus alive... and marry me?"

Every head in Canterlot turned to them. Gasps filled the room, and the music came to an abrupt stop. Even the Princesses on their thrones turned their attention to the center of the room. Someone in the back must've dropped their drink.

A thousand years from now there will be a rumor that if you meet an old pegasus mare in the woods then you've met the Goddess of Nature. If that happens you had better be on your best behavior because if you're even the slightest bit rude, her jerk ass husband will make you taste plaid for a week.

Beautiful artwork by Janny Zuu on twitter! ITS SO CUTE I LOVE IT

I picture this as them human shaped, with horns/wings as their pony version would have! I still call them ponies bc likeee they're clearly not human but still XD

Omg i think this is my first non-reader insert fic since 2023

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"Fluttershy, would you make me the happiest Draconequus alive... and marry me?"

Every head in Canterlot turned to them. Gasps filled the room, and the music came to an abrupt stop. Even the Princesses on their thrones turned their attention to the center of the room. Someone in the back must've dropped their drink.

Canvas of Petals and Quiet Moments

Flora x Helia | fluff

Their first date (one shot)

(M.list)

Bring him back rainbow, bring back Flora real love interest... The one with majestic hair, please.

Even with little screen time and background... His interactions with the specialists, and Flora are 1000x superior, no contest! Because besides being so beautiful he was at least an unique character in the show and you know what even with all flaws the show did gave us a good look at his personality. And his "vibes" fits Flora perfectly, I am not the type that thinks people who are alike need to be together (thats limited view) much less do I think only "healthy" couples in fiction are good! (this is also limited, couples in fiction can come in many shapes and be great on their own accord; its very important to separe fiction from reality).

You already know, I’m asking about Flora and Helia ❤️☺️

Both in a way. Flora reaches for him unconsciously and Helia just happens to wake up in time to catch her doing it and pull her close.

Cuddles in each other’s arm.

I actually think that in a case like that they’d be drawn to reality TV, like “The Real Housewives of…” Something about watching rich people having fights over complete nonsense really grounds them somehow haha.

Helia makes the pun, but Flora laughs (even though it isn’t funny. It’s just to encourage him).

They both give each other encouraging words (you’re so great, you’re ready, you can do this etc). Helia encourages Flora more often than she does to him (because she requires it more).

Slightly off topic but one of my headcanons for this couple is that Helia is super wealthy and Flora isn’t/wasn’t. So I imagine whenever Flora (has to) buy some elegant clothes for like a gala or something Helia brings her to a high-end store and insists that she shops there and doesn’t focus on the price tag. She feel uncomfortable wearing the clothes but Helia hypes her up and insists that she deserves them. So Helia hypes up her new outfits.

There’s this once scene in the Hallowinx! comics where Helia is dressed like a werewolf and tries (and fails) to scare Flora. So i imagine most of their interactions are like that. On the rare occasion Flora does try to scare Helia he is actually scared but pretends that he knew she was there and she didn’t scare him.

The art section. Mostly Helia explains why this paint brand is better, or the purpose of X tool, and Flora stands there writing with the sample pens on the paper pads (something I LOVED doing as a child)

Helia picks Flora up some seeds or tools; things she can use to improve her garden. Flora gets Helia food from his favorite resturant (I imagine he’s a foodie at heart).

Lmao, it’s so funny because Flora canonically runs into his arms all the time. I think it’s adorable.

I’m actually not sure, I’m not into music like that. But something cute and romantic for the each of them. And also I’m getting strong Hozier vibes from Helia (not relevant to the quetion at all but something to add in)

Helia teases Flora by kissing every part of her face before going for her lips.

Flora loves the small quirks Helia has as he paints. The arch of an eyebrow while focus, the strokes of his hands, the crazy standing/sitting positions. She finds it cute. Helia enjoys it when Flora talks to her plants like babies, he finds it funny and adorable.

They both snort at each other making the other laugh harder and soon enough they fall into a fit.

Helia can cook (actually pretty well), but hates cooking, so Flora does the majority of it. Helia will clean her tools and beakers from her garden/lab.

We could've gotten Helia singing to Flora!

^Guitarist Helia confirmed!

Slshdksks he probably writes songs for her and serenades her! Also I love specialists/winx friendships, so what if Helia and Musa are songwriting buddies…

Like i read this post about someone’s headcanon that for the two of them their respective s/o’s are their muses which is just so sweet! Flora/Helia theme song ‘crazy in love with you’ has to play at my future wedding or im not walking down the aisle (also another song with the same name is by beyonce and features in fifty shades, just saying 👀)

Also imagine Stella asking his help for designs and they turn his art into textiles prints (i’m a fashion design student so damn i get excited when I talk about Helia/Stella dynamics). Stella loves to make Flora her model so imagine the two creating collections all inspired by nature and flowers after her. Them casually throwing compliments at Flora while they are seriously working on designing and she’s just sitting there blushing like 🥰

Stella: What about pink?

Helia: No, Red brings out her eyes more.

Stella: Ah Right! And, I want that waist a little tight, you know so it’s hugs her figure a bit better.

Helia: I agree.

Flora: *standing on the model platform blushing furiously*

Like this design is one of my favourites by Sarah Hambly and I can totally see Flora wearing it:

Canvas of Petals and Quiet Moments

Flora x Helia | fluff

Their first date (one shot)

(M.list)