#jasontodd

Jason: What like making him retire? Hang up the cowl? I don't know about you Baby Bird but I don't think any of us have the ability to take Batman from Bruce.

Tim: Please, I'm not an idiot. I just meant more of a...peaceful...mostly permanent letting go...

Jason: ...

Jason: EUTHANASIA????

Tim: Well-

Jason: YOU WANT TO OLD YELLER BRUCE??? HE'S ONLY IN HIS 40/50s!!

Dick: Who wants to do WHAT to Bruce???

Tim: Just listen-

Jason: I knew you were cynical, but that's just down right murder Timothy. And trust me, I know murder.

Tim: Well would you rather have him go suffering? At the rate he's going he'll be in chronic pain the older he gets! I'm just saying maybe we should let him go now before that happens!

Damian: Let him go on a good day rather than a bad day. I have seen many a equine owners say this. I agree with Drake, we should not let Father suffer, he deserves to go peacefully.

Jason: Damian wha-

Dick: What the hell Tim. I mean you have a point, but still isn't it a little early to think about this? He's still got a few years left in him.

Jason: WHY ARE YOU AGREEING???

Tim: It's never too early to look at our options. I'd rather be prepped and ready than do it all last minute and risk messing up the timing.

Jason: WE ARE TALKING ABOUT BRUCE! BRUCE WAYNE! BATMAN! OUR FATHER?!?!

Dick: Expenses shouldn't be an issue, but we should also decide if we should do it ourselves or have a professional. We can make a fund for it just in case.

Jason: I'm dead. I died again and this is hell. Why am I the only one on Bruce's side here.

Tim: I'll get it set up. I'll make sure he doesn't know about it, I don't want him dreading about it.

Damian: Yes, we should try and enjoy this fickle time we have left with him.

Jason: That's it, I've finally gone insane.

notes: they just miss you, okay? give ‘em a break!!! i also wanted to write Tim but I’m on my periods and got so lazy sorry guys^^

Bruce Wayne

Bruce is sitting in another Wayne Enterprises meeting, half listening to whatever the clients are saying, half repeating your words in his head.

you have refused to contact him after the last fight you two had. it has been five days—and yes, he’s been counting. every day, every minute, every second he has to face this torturous no contact phase. why won’t you just yell at him instead?

Bruce has tried distracting himself with bat business and new cases. he even tried meeting up with clients and attended three stupid meetings exactly like this one. yet, you’re always in the back of his mind.

you said he wasn’t allowed to call you unless you called first. that you needed space. that he never admitted his faults and you were getting tired.

that threw him off a lot more than he cared to admit. and although he respects your privacy, space and rules, his patience is running thin.

Bruce half-heartedly nods at whatever the man is saying when his phone vibrates. it’s embarrassing how fast he picks it up and what’s even more embarrassing is the way his chest tightens when he spots your name on the screen, a photo of you hugging a golden retriever and practically beaming stares back at him.

he’s getting up before he even realises it, leaving the meeting and ignoring every protest.

“hello? baby?” Bruce speaks as soon as he’s halfway to the door.

“hi,” your voice is small and tired, like you missed him as much as he missed you. “hope you aren’t busy—“

“not at all, angel,” Bruce cuts you off, shaking his head at no one. “can we talk? please?”

there’s a moment of silence from your side, making him swallow uneasily, “yeah. i’d like that.”

and just like that, Bruce feels better than he’s felt in the last five days. he smiles, already walking out of the building. “good. pick you up in ten.”

Dick Grayson

Dick is out with Wally at some shitty diner in Bludhaven, trying not to sulk as he dips his fries in ketchup and takes a bite. it was Wally’s idea. he thought it would be good for Dick to get out after he’d been holed up in your shared apartment ever since you two had a fight and you left. Wally had also been tired of listening to Dick rant about the same thing over and over but he doesn’t need to say that. he can just be a good, supportive friend right now. besides the food seems to shut up his best friend for at least ten minutes.

“i just don’t get it!” or so he thought.

Wally sighs, “i dunno man. she’ll call you back. you—“

“yeah. she always does.” Dick cuts him off, taking a sip of his drink, shrugging like he’s unbothered by the whole situation and hasn’t been checking his phone every five seconds.

“and when she does. don’t just pick up at once,” Wally suggests, leaning in, face serious. “let it marinate, y’know? let her see she can’t just get away with it.”

Dick nods, “oh yeah. no way. i am not picking it up, man.”

a minute later, Dick’s phone rings and it’s next to his ear before Wally can even blink. and he’s one of the fastest men alive.

“hello? babe?”

“damn.” Wally can’t help but shake his head, taking a huge bite of his burger.

Dick doesn’t seem to care, ignoring him as he shifts slightly so he doesn’t have to deal with the disappointed look on his best friend’s face. “yeah? yes! baby, I’m sorry. it was all my fault— wait—you’re coming back?! you are!?”

Wally just blinks and Dick smiles like a man who just won the lottery. “no, no, no. i’ll pick you up. i’ll be there. don’t you worry, sweet cheeks.”

Dick puts the phone down, getting up already. “We’ll have to cut this short—“

Wally scoffs, waving his hands dramatically, “dude!? seriously?”

Dick flashes him a grin, “you’ll understand when you’re in love too, my man.”

and with that, he’s sprinting down the road like everything is right in the world because you’re talking to him again. and yeah, that’s exactly how he it is for him.

Jason Todd

the apartment is empty. you left after yet another fight. it was jason’s fault, it always is. and even if it wasn’t—he should’ve stopped you. but no—his stupid pride got in the way.

you told him there would be no contact. he thought you were just angry. but now that it’s been a week of radio silence from you, he’s beginning to realise you meant that.

you told him you were getting tired of his antics and excuses. you asked him to spend more time around. to be there. to make you feel like you were more than just a place holder. and he’d snapped like you asked the world of him.

he couldn’t even blame you for leaving and asking for space. he deserved it. but that didn’t stop him from missing you. and that definitely didn’t stop him from calling your phone fifteen times before he realised you actually are ignoring him.

and yeah, he kinda deserves that too.

but why do you need space? why not fight it out instead??why leave him all alone and miserable???

Jason had rather have you angry and mean than not have you at all.

he’s laying on the couch now, phone face up on the coffee table in a quiet hope that you’d call him up. there’s something sad playing from the tiny bluetooth device you got him.

Jason might act all tough and strong but at the end of the day, he‘s just lying in his living room, listening to sad breakup music like some angsty teenager because his girlfriend established no contact.

he’s just about to pick up the phone and start looking through your pictures to hone the ache in his chest when it rings.

and he jumps. practically jumps into a sitting position and picks it up, palm going to his chest because of how loud his heart is beating.

god, he really, really hopes you aren’t going to break up with him.

“Jason?” your voice is like honey and velvet to his ears, going straight to his heart.

“hello? yeah?” Jason would like to cry and beg for you to come back and let him make it up to you but he holds back. for now.

there’s some shuffling at your end before you sigh. “i miss you.”

Jason breathes like the air didn’t quite make it to his lungs until now. “yeah? god, babe, i miss you too. so much. please come back. we can talk it out. i’ll fix it.”

“yeah, I’m coming back.” you admit, and Jason smiles, relief flooding him.

“yes. yes, please—no, wait, I’m picking you up. I’ll be there. okay? don’t—don’t worry. I’ll be there in five.”

he’s already putting on shoes by the time you hang up. and quietly promising himself to never let you leave ever again. he probably won’t survive losing you.

Batfam! P Links

This is my first time doing something like this, so feedback is super appreciated. Also!! Gotta be logged into twitter (X) for these to work.

Bruce Wayne

- He just can't resist you when you come to visit the office<3

- The bathroom of a charity gala that neither of you were particularly interested in

- What you send him after he paid to get your nails done while he was away on a business trip

-A private beach that he bought out when he finally retired

- You're still getting used to how big he is

- He tries to be gentle, but his cock is just so huge that it's a pleasant, painful every time regardless of how much he preps you

- How's he supposed to focus at work when you send him those slutty little pictures in your new lingerie?

Jason Todd

- Something about this just screams Jason vibes to me. Maybe softdom? Maybe showing off his strength/muscles?

- LOVES when you guys get noise complaints just from the actions alone, nevermind the moans

- He sent this just to mess around with you while he was in the gym changing rooms

- Yes, you two have tried this. Yes, the gun was unloaded. Yes, he still made sure it has safety on. Yes, you clogged up his favorite pistol with your cum.

- This is kinda how I thought of Virgin! Jason Todd eating you out

- More gun play with Jason but in his only nice car

Richard Grayson

- Helping him clean off in the shower after a particularly long patrol

- A little tease while he's in a motel on a mission

- He absolutely worships you like the goddess you are

- Your poor baby makes a mess of himself after not being able to cum for a few weeks while on a mission

- Making you do everything yourself because you got bratty with him about having to cockwarm

- Trying his best to take it slow once he finally gets his hands on you coming home from that stupid mission

Robins

Nobody should be able to recognize Jason post-ressurection.

Like he took 3 feet, 100 pounds of muscles, undergone puberty, magicked a part of his hair white, and his eyes changed colour.