#dc x reader

Summary - During one of the worst heatwaves in Gotham’s history your boyfriend decides to turn his clinginess up to a thousand

Pairing - Jason Todd x Reader

“Come on baby-” Jason tries to argue with you as you inch away from him on your couch.

“No! It’s too hot.” You stay firm in your resolve as you push at his arms that you usually love wrapped around you.

Most people wouldn’t believe you if you told them that Jason Todd, the Red Hood, was clingy. They would probably scoff at that or just give you a small placating smile.

But it’s true!

And usually you love that. His body touching yours makes you feel like two pieces of a whole clicking together. He also runs hot in the winter which is a plus since your apartment can get cold in the winter but when summer rolls around it’s a completely different story.

“You are depriving me of love.” He crosses his arms.

You groan into your book as you put it on your face, “Can’t I love you from over here?”

You hear him shift closer and his hand slowly takes the book off of your face so you can see him. He has a slight grin to his lips as he looks down at your scowl.

“Just a twenty minutes than I will be all good to go.” He lies to you like the liar he is.

You know that twenty minutes will turn into three hours because for some reason when he cuddles up to you, your body decides it is the perfect time to nap. You know that you are going to wake up covered in your boyfriend and sweat but looking down at him you sigh dramatically.

“Fine!” You open your arms and he slots himself between them like he was made for it. “But only twenty minutes Jason.”

“Of course baby.”

Four hours later you wake up to the soft evening light and Jason snoring softly on your chest. But you can’t bring yourself to be angry at him so you run your hands through his hair and settle in for more sleep.

Only Jason Todd would cuddle you during a heat wave.

゛ ᢉ𐭩 dick grayson has a gorgeous ass.

# drabble .ᐟ⸝⸝ crack fic ⸝⸝ established relationship ⸝⸝ dick grayson has a huge ass ⸝⸝ teasing ⸝⸝ sfw ⸝⸝

the sun was beating down hard on the quiet stretch of beach you’d managed to snag for the day. no villains, no patrols—just a shitload of sand, waves, and your boyfriend—dick—trying to get comfortable in the swim trunks you’d bought him.

they were definitely a size too small. definitely on purpose. the dark blue fabric clung to his hips and thighs, and it did wonders for that ass. all that acrobatic training over the years had paid off in ways you never got tired of gawking at. and he never got tired of showing it off.

dick stood there adjusting the waistband in an attempt to loosen the fit before realizing he wasn’t the problem. dick glanced over at you with a raised eyebrow. “babe. seriously?” he sighed. his voice had that familiar drawl—half amused and half resigned. “these things are cutting off my circulation. you really couldn’t find my actual size?”

you leaned back on your towel, sunglasses low on your nose, and let your eyes wander freely. “they look good on you. really good. perfect fit, if you ask me.”

he snorted, turning a little so you got the full view, then shook his head with a crooked grin. “yeah, i bet. you picked these on purpose, didn’t you? just so you could stare at my ass all afternoon.”

“guilty,” you admitted shamelessly, not even trying to hide that cheeky smile on your lips. you sat up and reached out, running a hand over the tight fabric when he came close enough for you to do so. “can you blame me? it’s right there. looking all… impressive.”

dick laughed under his breath, dropping down onto the towel beside you. sand stuck to his legs as he stretched out with a groan. “you’re trouble, you know that? i thought we were coming out here to relax. not so you could dress me up like i’m part of the scenery.”

he was grinning though, the kind of easy and warm smile he got when he was somewhat—no, scratch that—when he was one hundred percent enjoying the back-and-forth. you gave his ass a light squeeze. “relaxing includes appreciating the view. and this view is excellent. come on, you wear wayyy tighter stuff on patrol. you know, that nightwing suit of yours. really leaves nothing to the imagination.”

“hey, that suit helps me move around. it’s tight for… movement purposes. tighter stuff has utility pockets,” he shot back, nudging your shoulder with his. his tone stayed light and teasing. “these? these are just… tight. makes it harder to move. you know, one wrong move away from a wardrobe malfunction.”

you leaned into him, tracing a finger along the waistband. “worth it. you fill them out way too well to hide under baggy shorts.”

dick exhaled a quiet chuckle and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against his side. the sun warmed his skin. “you’re not gonna let me live this down, are you?” he pressed a quick kiss to your temple, voice dropping a bit. “fine. stare all you want. just remember payback’s coming next time we go shopping for you. might just pick out the wrong size on purpose.”

he settled back, content despite the tight swimsuit, one hand resting lazily on your hip. the waves kept rolling in splashes against the shore while you stayed tangled up together under the hot sun.

When Dick gets jealous of how much you love Haley. cw: suggestive themes mentioned, jealousy (but not seriously), teasing, gn!reader

A/N: This idea popped in my head while I was playing with my dogs and it didn't leave lmao. I have a few ideas to maybe do this with other characters but I don't know if anybody would be interested in those lol

dividers @sssilverblessings

🎧: You're so vain by Carly Simon (obviously) link to part 1

A/n: THANK YOU SO MUCH for the love on the last one, i was going through the comments with such a huge grin on my face. hopefully this does justice to what ya'll were expecting. there's a lot of yearning bruce wayne in this. enjoyyy <33

gothamite

gothamite More archived posts of the old couple since a certain someone liked the last bunch. liked by brucewayne, selinakyle and 8,05,600 others

ashley_t_ THERE'S NO WAY. HE DID IT AGAIN.

gothamgossip THIS MAN HAS NO SHAME

penguins_umbrella the way he's just openly liking these now

taylikesit someone take his phone. alfred. ALFRED.

yourusername oh come on.

summary: Dick missed your date night, and now he’ll do anything to make it up to you.

warnings: kinda angsty but not rlly, est. relationship, fighting, reader has boundaries!!, no pronouns or description of reader, not proofread, desperate Dick (we love yearners am I right), good ending

a/n: sorry for not posting this week I’m gonna lock in now :p

It was half past 3 when you heard the front door unlock, the familiar shadow of your boyfriend standing in the hallway.

He was still in his nightwing suit, his hair messy with some strands sticking to his forehead.

Dick walked into the living room, not expecting you to be sitting on the couch awake, your face illuminated by the dimmed golden light of a nearby lamp.

"Oh, hi baby. What are you doing up? Should get to bed" He said, slowly discarding his suit by the couch.

You looked at him dead in the eyes, unimpressed.

"You’re late."

His brows furrowed.

"What?"

"You’re late", You repeated, "Richard."

Dicks forehead creased further and his heart hammered. He could sense that you were furious and honestly, you being mad at him was one of the things Dick, Nightwing, couldnt endure. Ever.

"Whats wrong? What am I late for?" he asked.

You scoffed. "Seriously? Take a guess!”

He sighed shakily as he looked around, ok, TV, kitchen, pans, blown out candles on the dining table- shit.

Date night.

His eyes widened as he came to the realisation.

“Babe, I am so sorry.” He stumbled forward to the couch, kneeling down infront of you.

“I swear I didn’t mean to be late. I know this meant a lot to you and I’m so sorry I missed our dinner.” He looked up at you, hands wandering over to the side of your thighs, grounding himself while still keeping his grip respectful.

All you gave him was an unmoved look.

“That’s not an excuse.” You said firmly.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry baby. Patrol was really rough tonight, I must’ve forgot.”

You turned your head away from him.

“Baby. I swear I’ll make it up to you. Please.”

Looking at him like this, on his knees, begging for your forgiveness did bring you a little satisfaction, you couldn’t lie, but you weren’t going to forgive him that easily.

You pushed his hands off of your thighs as you got up from the couch.

“I’m tired. Stay on the couch tonight.”

Dick looked at you, baffled. Usually his pleading would have already gotten you to forgive him and he would be wrapped around you in your bed right now, kissing you and mumbling apologies on your ear.

“Wha-”

You slammed the door before he could say anything else.

But Dick was never going to let you stay mad at him that easily.

The morning sun peaked through the blinds and onto your face as your eyes fluttered open.

You looked to the other side of the bed, seeing it empty as expected. Dick was probably still asleep in the in the living room.

Rubbing the gunk away from your eyes, you got up and made your way the bedroom door.

The emptiness of the living room immediately caught your attention.

You would be lying if you said you were happy he wasn’t here. A part of you wanted you to forgive him and smother him with kisses, but the rational part of your brain was still mad.

Deciding to take your mind off of your situation, you settled on grabbing a book and snuggling up on the couch.

About half an hour had passed when you heard a click coming from the front entrance, making your way to see who it was.

You were greeted by the image of your boyfriend stumbling through the door frame with his hands full with shopping bags he got from god knows where.

You crossed your arms as you waited for him to notice you.

“Oh shit. Didn’t know you were awake.” He blurted out.

“Yeah. Care to explain?”

Dick set the bags down, before ruffling through one. Your brows furrowed as you saw him take out a beaten up boquet and hand it to you.

“They, uh… got ruffled up on the way, sorry.”

You still took them, tucking them under your arm.

Dick started to speak, one hand going up to rub the back of his neck.

“Look babe. I’m really sorry I missed our dinner yesterday. It… slipped my mind.”

You scoffed.

“Slipped your mind? Babe we’ve hardly spent any time together during the last few weeks! You promised you’d be here! I spent the whole evening making dinner yesterday and you didn’t even show up! And now tell me how it could ‘slip your mind’!”

Dick was speechless.

“You know what. I can’t deal with this right now.”

You discarded the flowers in a vase before storming off to your room.

Dick stood still in the corridor.

“Fuck.”

The soft evening breeze blew against your hair as you fumbled with your keys, trying to unlock your buildings entrance.

You had earlier decided to go out with some of your friends to a bar, wanting to get out of the house a little (and also away from Dick), and now you were exhausted, wanting nothing but to go home and lay on your bed.

Your footsteps echoed against the marble floor as you made your way to the elevator, finally getting in and pushing your floor’s button.

You really didn’t want to face Dick right now, he’d probably try to talk you out of being mad at him. But lately, you’ve been trying to set up more boundaries, so as much as it hurt you to do it, you wouldn’t let go that easily.

The elevator doors opened again and you walked over to your apartment, pushing the keys into the lock and finally trudging through the door.

The instant smell of home cooked food and the soft jazz music playing in the background took you by surprise. You took your shoes off, placing them by the entrance as you made your way to the kitchen.

“Dick?”

Your boyfriend was in your kitchen, wearing an apron too small for him and currently taking out an oven tray filled with the most mouth watering meal you’d seen in a while.

You stopped dead in your tracks as you gazed at the sight in front of you.

“What’s all this?”

Your voice quickly caught his attention and his head shot up to look at you, a smile forming on his lips.

“Hey babe. I know you’re still mad but.. I decided to make you dinner, since you worked really hard yesterday.”

Your eyes softened “Hm.”

“Just… go sit down yeah?” He narrowed his arm toward your lower back, as if testing you. When you didn’t pull back, he wrapped his arm around your waist and gently guided you to the dining table.

Later, he came back serving everything, including the roast, some pasta, drinks, and some side dishes he prepared all by himself. Now you know what all the shopping bags were for.

“Wow.” You blinked at him.

His head was lowered, fingers fumbling at the sides of his apron.

“Yeah… uh, enjoy your meal.” He was about to turn around when you cut in.

“Dick.”

You said, getting up from your chair.

Your footsteps felt heavy as you marched over to him, opening your arms.

“Come here.”

Immediately, Dick collapsed into your chest, wrapping his arms tightly around you.

“I hate when you’re mad at me.” His voice wavered.

You raked your nails through his dark locks.

“I know, baby. I was a little harsh, but it really hurt me when you didn’t show up.”

Dick sighed into your chest before bringing his head back up.

“I’m really sorry, [name]. I mean it. I promise I’ll focus on our relationship from now on, okay?”

Your shoulders released tension at his words.

He brought his nose to yours, “I love you. I’m sorry I hurt you.”

His eyes were watery as he looked into yours.

“I love you too Dick.” You said, leaning in and brushing your lips against his.

“Never pull this shit again.”

Dick let out a broken laugh at that.

“Definitely not.”

Thank you for reading!

a/n: i don’t like how this turned out but oh well

Don't worry I'll make you worry

Pairing: Superman x villainous? reader

Summary: Superman keeps running into this… supposedly “villain”. Your powers, for some reason, have never affected him, no matter how hard you try.

Tags/warnings: Angst. Loads of angst. Full of angst. Comfort. Fighting. Superman vs Reader. Reader doesn’t know Superman’s identity. No physical descriptions of reader. Superman is a softie. Really soft. Softer than cotton. Reader really hates Superman. No use of y/n. Original company invented by me and my powerful brain. (wc: 2.8k)

Pt 1// Dick & Tim

Tags: gaslighting, you’re kinda toxic in all of these sorry it’s the name of the game, reader wearing a dress and tights is mentioned in Dick’s

[FOR JASON & STEPHANIE CLICK HERE]

Dick Grayson

Catches on but is completely happy to go along with the charade. If you weren’t serious, too bad, you’re stuck with him now

Tim Drake

Goes along with it because he assumes he asked you out during an episode and just forgot about it (he stared at that ‘i love you’ for 10 minutes before replying. and then clumsily adding the emoji too bc you included one and he can’t let you think he doesn’t love you as much)

(I'm using a translator so I hope you can understand what I'm saying)

The Batfamily was used to dealing with the absurd time travel, interdimensional portals, and literal monsters. But you, the demigod reader, were a unique kind of absurd. You had the competence of an Amazon, the occasional social awkwardness of a sheltered immortal, and a habit of causing localized phenomena that drove the Gotham electronics and forensics teams insane.

Here’s how they each reacted to discovering you weren't just a powerful metahuman, but the literal child of a Greek god.

Dick

Dick was the first to realize your weirdness wasn't a mutation or a scientific anomaly, it was something mythic. He noticed the way electrical currents seemed to arc around your hands (if you were a child of Zeus) or how you navigated traffic with an unnerving, almost supernatural grace (if you were a child of Hermes).

• He caught you one night when a minor villain tried to stab you with a cursed artifact. The blade shattered harmlessly against your skin, and you offhandedly said,

"Oof, Mom always told me not to mess with Chthonic metallurgy."

• Dick’s first response was pure excitement mixed with concern.

"Wait, like real Olympus? That's incredible! Also, are you, like, biologically 3,000 years old? Do you need a better lawyer than Gordon?"

• He treats you like a little sibling with a cool secret identity. He's fascinated by the mythology, always asking gentle questions, and he’s the best at helping you integrate into normal life (like teaching you how to use a credit card and explaining why you can't just teleport past a line at a coffee shop).

Jason

Jason initially pegged you as a magical, dangerous threat, the kind he’d rather shoot first and ask questions later. He kept an arm’s distance, waiting for the other shoe to drop, convinced you were either a villain or deeply unstable.

• He was injured badly and bleeding out in an alley when you found him. You didn't use a medkit; you simply placed your hands over his wound. Within minutes, the bleeding stopped, and you muttered,

"That's why I hate Mars always so messy with the battle wounds."

• Jason was furious but alive.

"Mars? Are you pulling my leg? This better not be some Lazarus Pit knock-off! Who the hell are you?"

• He respects your power but distrusts your origin. He sees you as a walking target for every ancient evil in Hell and Earth. He is fiercely protective, often yelling at you for doing something reckless, but secretly, he finds the sheer, effortless power you possess kind of cool. He calls you.

“Kid Olympus.”

Tim

Tim didn't need to see proof; he needed data. You were a statistical anomaly. Every time you showed up, strange readings would spike in the Cave's monitors—unknown energies, localized climate shifts, and completely unidentifiable DNA markers.

• Tim broke into your apartment (for "research") and found a bizarre, highly detailed family tree written in Ancient Greek, complete with glowing symbols and notations about divine parentage. He cross-referenced your "mother's" name with every historical text on file. "It’s not a delusion," he announced to the comms.

“It’s a literal classification error. She's a Mythological Entity."

• Tim’s eyes lit up. This wasn't just a case; it was a doctoral thesis waiting to happen. He immediately started building custom gear to stabilize the "divine feedback loop" you occasionally created.

• Tim becomes your unofficial handler and technical support. He asks a thousand questions about the logistics of divine powers and the internal politics of the gods. He keeps a secret binder labeled 'Project: Argonaut' detailing your powers and weaknesses.

Damian

As a child raised by the League of Assassins, Damian was familiar with the supernatural and the mythical. He wasn't surprised by your existence, only by your lack of proper training and casual attitude toward your lineage.

• When you were fighting together, you accidentally summoned a minor water sprite (if you were a child of Poseidon) or manifested a small golden item (if you were a child of Hephaestus). Damian simply paused, stabbed the enemy, and sighed.

"Tt. Amateurs. That display lacked focus and discipline, demigod. You are wasting a divine gift."

• His ego requires him to prove that even with divine heritage, he is the superior fighter. He constantly critiques your technique.

• Damian views you as a promising, if deeply irritating, student. He secretly respects your raw power and unique perspective. He would never admit it, but he finds your stories about the gods better than Alfred's nighttime stories. He simply calls you. "(Y/N)" but his lack of a rude nickname is, in Bat-terms, high praise.

Barbara

Barbara, from the safety of the Clock Tower, was your greatest asset and your biggest critic. She didn't care who your parents were; she cared about how your presence affected Gotham's safety and surveillance grid.

• Whenever you engaged a villain, the street cameras would frequently short out, and the police scanners would pick up static bursts. Babs ran a complex diagnostics sequence that bypassed all known encryption and concluded the interference was not external, it was emanating from a localized biosignature.

• She created a separate secure network just for you, color-coded in gold and azure. "Okay, the mythology is great, but we need to talk about your power management. You can't crash the entire city's network every time you have a bad day. I'm building you a power dampening patch."