#inkydandy

Well!

That my friend showed me really late last night. Inkydandy and Laizy boy batfam.

Episode 1:

https://youtu.be/D1sJZXUolwk

Episode 2:

https://youtu.be/M1OMsh05lPk

These are episodes of comic shorts revolving around the batfamily with voice overs reading dialogue.

For me the art style is amazing, the jokes made always make me giggle and the voice given match the personality of the characters shown.

My Favourite character being Jason ❤❤

The friend (Sophie) who introduced me to these amazing videos has also been drawing pictures. She has let me feature them as well:

If your interested in more of this girl's stuff she currently has an ask blog: LadyCupcakeRouge

I really hope more episodes of this get released. I've already watched both episodes 3 times and I've known about them for less then 24 hours.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Word Count: 1229

Summary: Arm Wrestling and men. What a wonderful combination (NOT!). Jason Todd, your boyfriend believes he is the king of arm wrestling. And it’s true when he faces off everyone of his family members. But what happens when you join the mix?

A/N based off of @inkydandy ‘s BEAUTIFUL drawing! Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy!

“HAHA! You lose again!”

“Not fair! You cheated!”

“Psh. I did no such thing. I’m just physically stronger than you.”

“What-ever, douchebag.” And with that Stephanie Brown flounced away from the table. Jason brushed off his shoulder and ran a hand through his hair.

“Anyone else want to challenge the arm wrestling king?! The game has just begun baby!” He laughed.

“Yeah! I want to!” Damian stepped up to the table.

“No no no. Not happening. Last time I hurt you…ugh. I can’t even say it. Last time I hurt you, I was forced to actually work with Replacement. Worst day of my life.” Jason crossed his arms.

“I HEARD THAT!” Tim shouted from the top level of the cave.

“That’s the point, butt-head.” Damian smirked.

“Hey, who are you calling a butt-head?!” Jason snarled.

“You, butt-head!” Damian pointed to Jason.

“Arm. Table. Now,” Jason pointed to the table he held the arm-wrestling matches on. He and Damian marched over to the table and prepared themselves for the match.

“Babs!” Jason called. Barbara sighed in exasperation and walked over to the table. She rested a hand over Damian’s and Jason’s joined hands.

“Ready. Set. Go.” She said flatly and lifted her hand. In no more than 5 seconds, Damian’s hand hit the table.

“Aw come on!” He whined.

“Told ya,” Jason scoffed.

“You suck,” Damian huffed and walked away from the table. Jason had to refrain himself from making a dirty joke, as Bruce was sitting at his computer a few feet away, and there was no way he was going to spend another whole day working with Tim.

“Anyone else?” Jason laughed.

“I will. Only because I want to wipe that smug grin off your stupid face.” Tim dropped down from the top level of the cave.

“I’ll have you know that Y/N thinks my face is hot,” Jason crossed his arms behind his head.

“She’s your girlfriend, she’s obligated to think that,” Tim rolled his eyes. Jason’s jaw dropped and he furrowed his eyebrows.

“You’re on. Let’s go.” Jason rested his elbow on the table.

It was at that moment that you entered the cave with Alfred.

“Thank you for the tea, Alfred. It was great!” You complimented the butler’s tea.

“Of course, Ms. Y/N. I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he gave you a warm smile.

“HEY! You have been cheating!” You heard Tim’s voice shout.

“Oh no,” you looked in the direction you heard the yelling from.

“Oh no indeed. I believe this is my cue to leave. Good luck, Ms. Y/N.” and with that, Alfred stepped out of the doorway, letting the automatic door shut behind you. You started down the stairs, seeing Jason and Tim get closer with each step.

“I didn’t cheat!” Jason slammed his fist on the table. “I swear!”

“You’ve been using your strength from the Lazarus Pit!” Tim yelled.

“No! I mean I guess but, I CAN’T HELP THAT! It’s natural.” Jason said and leaned back in his chair.

“Alright alright. Tim, move out of the way, I’ll take on this cheater,” Dick walked out of the shadows and over to the table.

“Ohoho! Mr. Perfect wants to challenge the King? Alright, let’s do it, Grayson. Let’s see if you can beat me.” Jason watched as Dick sat down across from him.

When you reached the bottom of the staircase, you sighed.

“Jason, what are you doing now?” You called out. Jason, Tim, and Dick swiveled their heads in your direction.

“Come here, babe. Watch me beat Dick’s ass,” Jason beckoned you towards the table.

“Beat his ass? Why do you need a table? Oh god. Don’t tell me you’re going to throw the table,” you rushed over.

“No no, it’s an arm wrestling contest,” Jason laughed. You gaped at him, then facepalmed. He gave you a confused look.

“Of course. Arm wrestling. How did I not catch on?” You muttered. You looked up and smiled. “Carry on.”

“Get ready to be humiliated, Grayson,” Jason smirked as Dick set his elbow on the table and took Jason’s hand in his own. The competition hasn’t even begun and both men were already flexing.

You rolled your eyes and placed your hand over theirs. “Ready? Set…Go.”

And it begun. Both men furrowed their eyebrows as they tried to bring the other’s arm down on the table first. Your gaze made it’s way to Jason’s arm and you bit your lip.

The sweat combined with his flexing drove you crazy. “Arms. Arms. Aaaaarrrmmmmsss,” you thought to yourself with a smirk.

“Fuck!” Jason said as his arm was slowly being inched toward the table. Dick let out a strained laugh as he slowly pushed Jason’s arm down.

Suddenly, Jason felt a surge of adrenaline and fought against Dick and pushed his arm onto the table. Dick watched in horror as the back of his hand touched the table.

You let out stifled giggles as Dick covered his face in shame.

“Ha! Told you I’d beat you!” Jason stood up and gloated.

“Dick…you failed to avenge me…” Tim cried.

“I’m sorry!” Dick yelled dramatically. At this point, Bruce had turned around to see what the fuss was all about and a small smile played on his lips.

“Okay okay okay! Calm down! I’ll take you on, Jay,” you crossed your arms. Jason stopped gloating for a moment to give you a baffled look.

“What?” He asked.

“Sit down, baby boy, we’ll see who the champion of arm wrestling really is,” you took off your jacket and threw it at Tim’s face. Jason raised an eyebrow as you sat across from him. He had to admit that this side of you was pretty attractive.

Dick and Tim stood next to each other with giddy smiles like a couple of 7 year olds. Bruce waited to see what happened. You took Jason’s large hand in your own. It completely covered your hand, but you didn’t care.

“Are you sure about this?” Jason asked.

“Are you scared? Scared you’re gonna get your ass beat? Come on Jason, I know you’re not one to back away from a fight,” you taunted him. Jason narrowed his eyes at you and you returned the gesture.

Dick put his hand on both of yours, then said the magic words, “Ready? Set…Go!” He shouted. Jason didn’t use as much strength, but your arm was still being pushed toward the table.

All of sudden, you got up and leaned over the table toward Jason and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, catching him completely off guard.

You took this time to push his hand toward the table. The back of his hand hit the table softly. You pulled away and sat back down, letting go of his hand simultaneously. He stared at you in surprise. Dick and Tim held onto each other in shock. Even Bruce was bewildered. From where Damian was watching, he pumped his fist in victory.

“I win.” You smile at Jason. You stood up and grab your jacket from where Tim placed it and started walking to the stairs again. Jason watched every movement, then he stood up.

“You cheated! I demand a rematch!” He shouted.

“Anytime, Jay. Anytime,” you started up the stairs again. Jason followed after you, eager to regain his title as the king of arm wrestling.