#request please!!

— in which a sparring session turns into something more fun.

“If you love me right, then who knows? I might let you make me juno.”

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The sound of your slightly heavy breath and the swinging of punches was all you could hear for the past hour and a half.

You were drenched in sweat and you were tired, but you never would’ve let Dick win. So you kept going, trying not to get sloppy and successfully dodging his hits.

Sparring with your boyfriend always ended up like this, a bet and two hotheads like you fighting and hoping the other would eventually give up.

You dodged a hit aimed at your ribs and managed to catch his wrist, blocking him.

“Wasn’t that easy now, huh?” You teased, even though your breath was coming out fast.

He grinned, “Look at the hands, not at the mouth” you furrowed your brows and in a split second he flipped you over and pressed you against the wall, holding both of your arms behind your back.

“Thought you would’ve known that by now, sweetheart.” He said, and the smugness in his voice made you rile up. Fuck it, you wouldn’t let him win.

You groaned a bit as you quickly pushed your elbow to his ribs, making him double over for a moment.

“And I thought you would follow your own advice, sweetheart.” You said, smirking.

He laughed and then kicked you in the belly, you partially dodged it but he didn’t give you any time to recover. You wanted to slap the smile off of his face, so while you dodged a punch and he got closer, you quickly intertwined your legs and pushed him to the floor. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you down with him, making you groan as you landed on the ground beside him and he flipped over, blocking you under him.

For a moment you were quiet, only your ragged breathings could be heard. Then, he smirked at you.

“Go on, say it. I win, you lose. Again.”

You scoffed, “Not a chance.”

You groaned and pushed your hips up, trying to get him off. When you failed, he laughed. “Careful, one more move like that and I might think you’re trying to seduce me here.”

He leaned closer with that damn irritating smirk, “Tell you what, say please and maybe I’ll let you up.”

You smacked your lips at that and he smiled, until you quickly pushed your feet on his hip for leverage and flipped him back over. You grabbed his wrists and pinned them on each side of his face.

You were breathing heavy on his face, your hair had fallen down. “You say it first.”

You noticed how his face was a bit flushed now and oh my god, were you making Dick Grayson blush?

His eyes were flickering from your lips to your cleavage covered by your tank top that you always used to train. You decided to tease him about it.

“What’s the matter baby, lost for words?” You got closer to his face even more, “Or maybe you’re just realizing you’ve lost.”

“Don’t act like I couldn’t pin you back down right now.”

You laughed, “Mh, don’t think you actually want to.”

You noticed how the room felt so much hotter now, you leaned down to kiss your boyfriend’s neck. You felt him shiver and laughed softly against his skin.

“Babe…” he whispered. “Mh?”

“Shit…” he cursed when you sucked on his skin.

And, yes, you were very aware of the fact that you were still in the training room. Yes, you were aware that someone could walk in any moment. But you were also very aware that you were fighting the urge to grind into him.

The truth was that lately you both have been so invested in the missions and patrols that it had been weeks since you last had some fun together. You lived together and he came home to you every night, but you both of you were either too tired or just wanted some innocent cuddles with the other. And the truth was that you missed him, you felt extra needy these past days and now that you had his muscular body under you, his hips locked against yours, all sweaty and heavy-breathing? You were Niagara falls.

You instinctively rolled your hips against him, making him let out a whine.

Your face was still pressed against his neck as you whispered in his ear “Dick, I want you.”

Your voice came out desperate but you didn’t even bother to care and his eyes lit up with desire, before getting up he captured your lips in a passionate kiss. Your tongues tangled together immediately, his hands held your waist now and yours cupped his jaw. When you moved your hips again you whined into his mouth.

“Let’s take this upstairs, shall we?” You smirked and nodded quickly.

“Fuck-” you gasped when he pushed you against his old bedroom door once it was closed.

He wasted no time in crashing your lips together once again, the kiss all teeth and tongue. His hand slided down from your hip to the waistband of your pants, slowly pushing past it. He rested it over your panties, not moving, just there.

Meanwhile, your hands went under his shirt in a matter of seconds, caressing his abdomen and then his back. You pushed your hips against his hand and heard him laugh quietly. “God, you’re needy.”

You replied against his lips, “Can you blame me? It’s been weeks Dick…”

He smiled at you, “I’ll make up for it.”

His fingers circled your clothed clit and you let out a shaky breath. His lips attacked your neck and you rested your head against the door behind you to leave him more space. You were sure he was gonna leave a mark, not that you minded. Not at all.

When he pushed your panties to the side and finally touched you properly he let out an half groan.

“Shit, you’re already so wet.”

You squirmed against the door, holy Dick Grayson. You felt so hot, you needed to have him now.

“Dick, I need you.” You pleaded and he pulled you into a passionate kiss.

“Me too.” He said, between kisses. Oh, this man was hungry. “How about-” kiss. “we try that position-” kiss. “we talked about last week?”

You pulled away and looked at him with a grin “can’t resist the thought of ‘juno-ing’ me, huh?”

He rolled his eyes in amusement, “Gosh, you have an obsession for that song.”

You laughed and pushed him towards the center of the bed, making him land with his arms behind him holding his weight, and sat down on his lap. “I’ll let you make me juno.”

He rolled his eyes affectionately and pulled you closer. Soon enough, all of your clothes were discarded somewhere on the floor.

You were still in his lap, your naked bodies flushed against each other, kissing passionately. His erection was thick and already leaking against your clit, making you let out a moan. Then you decided you couldn’t wait any longer.

You pulled away to take the condom beside you on the perfectly made bedsheets, the one he had in his jeans you threw off the bed earlier, and opened it with your teeth.

Your eyes were locked the whole time and he parted his lips when you ripped off the plastic envelope of the condom.

“Shit, if you keep looking at me with those eyes I’m gonna come right now.” He said, his voice slightly strangled.

You just grinned. You took his dick in your hand and gave it a few strokes, before sliding the condom on it, making him whine.

Then, you gripped his shoulders and began to sink down on him. You both parted your lips and moaned at the feeling. The stretch was so good you swore you were in heaven. You took a small pause, after weeks of no sex you had to give your body some time to adjust before bottoming out completely.

When you did, you stayed like that for a moment, your forehead pressed against his shoulder and lips parted in quiet moans.

His hand was rubbing gently on your back and allowed you to take your time, but you felt how his hips were twitching against your trembling thighs.

You slowly began to lift your hips and slam them down again, moaning each time and starting to pick up the pace. You couldn’t lie, you liked to keep a normal pace. Not too rough and not too slow. Just…gentle.

You felt how your wet insides were swallowing and squeezing him, you moaned at the feeling.

“Fuck,” you breathed out “I missed this.”

Dick took your chin in his hand, his messy hair beginning to stick to his forehead.

“Me too, you feel- fucking amazing.” He said.

You arched your back and let out a high-pitched ‘ah’ when you hit that spot. You kept going, chasing the feeling, but your thighs soon began to burn. You tried to keep up the pace but your hips eventually stuttered and you shook with a whine. Dick noticed and gently placed his hands on your waist to keep you upright.

“Baby, I can do it for you.” He offered and you nodded, “okay, but-” you paused, “can we change the position?”

He smiled at you and kissed your lips lovingly. “Sure, my love.”

He then pulled out of you and you whined at the loss, but he quickly silenced you with a kiss.

Dick made you lie on your belly, standing behind you, then he pulled you against him from your hips.

You gasped, “Dick-”

“What, babe?” He grinned, “I watched all the juno poses…”

You laughed and let him, “you see? It’s inspirational.”

“Sure it is, babe.”

He caressed your waist gently before entering you once again, making you moan. You felt him perfectly at this angle.

“Fuck, baby.” He said in awe “You take me so well.”

You hummed, biting your lips.

He quickly began to pound in you relentlessly, making you arch your back and moan loudly into the sheets.

“Fuck, Dick!” you clenched around him when he hit your cervix.

“Right there babe?” He teased and thrusted in the same spot, making you grip the sheets.

“Oh, my god!” You moaned, your body was on fire. Dick grinned and you felt him groan.

You were getting close, the familiar heat pooling in your stomach. You moaned.

“Dick, babe-” you said, and you sounded absolutely pathetic, but your couldn’t care less.

You were panting, “I’m so close-”

“I know babe, I can feel it.” he said, sliding his hand to rub at your puffy clit, making you jolt and arch at the sudden contact. “Squeezing me so tight-”

“Fuck, Dick!” You screamed, falling over the edge. You came in spasms, your body starting to shake as Dick helped you to ride it out.

You were moaning into the bedsheets, your eyes rolling to the back of your head in a fucked out state.

Your hole was clenching tightly against his cock, trying to push him out.

“Fuck-” Dick said and picked up the pace again, chasing his own high.

You whined softly at the sensitivity, but Dick followed you just seconds after, coming with your name on his tongue and spilling into the condom.

He moaned and bit your shoulder, staying buried inside you for a few moments.

“Babe?” He said, “you still with me?”

You nodded and pulled yourself up on your elbows. He pulled out softly and made you let you a whine, before kissing your shoulder again affectionately.

“You did so good, love” he said and pulled you against his chest, lying on the bed.

“Mh,” you murmured. He tilted his head while his hand was making invisibile drawings on your back. “You sure you’re okay, sweetheart?”

You scooted closer to his chest and curled up against him. He held you and pressed a kiss to your temple.

You smiled tiredly, “you have to admit this was another level of training.”

Dick laughed softly, “And you lost in both, baby.”

You chuckled, closing your eyes as exhaustion began to take over. “Keep telling yourself that, darling.”

bonus scene

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Jason and Tim stood in the kitchen with a sandwich in their hands, staring at the ceiling above them.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Jason looked at his brother and took a small bite of the snack Alfred made him.

“Damn.” He said, “He’s really going at it.”

Tim nodded, “He’s hitting it.”

They looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Another thud was heard from upstairs, right were Dick’s bedroom aligned with the kitchen, and then-

‘Fuck, Dick!’

Jason was doubled over the kitchen counter, while Tim was fighting for his life with his hands on his belly.

Through the tears, Jason teased “Damn, that bed is gonna suffer from this!”

Tim yelled, “He’s a stallion!”

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author’s note

I’m so late to post this but I got so caught up in school essays and an argument with my best friend… anyway, the first fics are BLOWING up and I was so not expecting it!! Thank you so much to everybody, feel free to reblog and share my profile. Also, if you have any song in mind for me to write a fic about, please request it!!

love you all mwah💋

ps: this was my first time writing smut so ignore if it’s cringey.

I’m sorry I haven’t really been writing much. I have a lot going on at the momment, but I promise I will write soon! Please Please ask for request or if you want me to write a imagine for you!

— in which gotham’s upper class collides with downtown when a boy and a girl fall madly in love.

“When she’s talking she’ll say that she’s mine.”

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He met her at the library.

They were only kids back then, he noticed her because she was too small to reach a book on a higher shelf. Her petite frame was dressed in perfect ironed clothes, too perfect to be just an average kid in a public library. Or at least, that’s what Jason thought when he looked around and saw a few homeless people in the very back probably there to sheild themselves from the cold.

She didn’t look like a little girl who belonged in a public library.

But he felt curious, that’s why he found himself walking up to her silently.

“Uhm, which book do ya need?” He asked, suddenly shy, scratching the back of his neck.

Damn, he was Robin at night, why did he feel weird in front of a girl?

Your voice came out in a whisper, just as shy as him.

“Jane Austen,” you pointed with your small finger at the book you wanted and he passed it to you with a small smile.

“Thank you” you said, taking it from his hands.

He nodded and awkwardly went to walk away, but you stopped him. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Jason” He held out his hand, “I’m Y/N”

“It’s a good book.” He told you, making you surprised, “you read it too?”

He nodded, “I liked it.”

You almost said something else, but the library door swung open with force. The sound of high heels clicking on the ruined floor echoed in the peaceful silence, making you shiver. You knew who it was before you even turned around.

You smiled almost apologetically at Jason who, for a twelve years old and a secret vigilante’s sidekick at night, looked at you confused.

“I was looking for you everywhere! Is this what your father and I have taught you?”

Your mother’s voice made you turn to her immediately, your small body tensing, but you didn’t say a word. You still had the book in your hands, clutching it tightly.

It’s not like you didn’t know she would’ve found you, or that you didn’t know there would be consequences but you loved the public library. And you hated being home schooled in your parent’s manor, by an old man who didn’t even like kids.

“What’s this rubbish?” She snatched the book from you, reading the title and placing it right back on the bookshelf.

“Your father is gonna be so indisposed.” She grabbed your wrist, “We’re going home and you are gonna apologize for such reckless behaviour.”

She looked behind you, noticing Jason still standing there and shot him a disgusted glare that he knew all too well. That was a look rich people reserved to people like him only.

“And don’t think there won’t be any consequence, young girl.” She said and started to walk away, pulling you with her.

You turned one last time to give Jason a wave with your free hand.

A few years later, he met you again at one of Bruce’s boring galas.

Bruce had practically begged Jason to come and try to socialise and, despite his stubborn ass and his attitude, he accepted. But only because Dick was there too.

Not that it mattered much, anyway. He was somewhere in the middle of attention, flashing polite and charming smiles worth the cameras fighting to get the perfect shot.

Jason was way too introvert to be like his brother. But somehow he had caught your attention; a girl around his age, slightly younger than him, all dolled up with a stunning dress, two elderly people (who he assumed were your parents) stood by your side with serious expressions that screamed ‘I’m rich so I’m superior.’

Yours was different though. You looked like you couldn’t wait to escape the place, fidgeting with your expensive necklace until your mother slapped your hand and told you to behave like the elegant woman you were supposed to be. Even if you were barely nineteen.

You looked familiar. Possibly a civilian he helped as Red Hood?

You dropped your arms to your sides and smiled politely, trying to do like your mother expected, but when you met Jason’s eyes, surprise and recognition flashed across your face.

You made your way towards him with the most elegant walk he had ever seen and when you were close and he could see you better, he thought you were breathtaking.

Jason was taken aback for a moment, why’d you get so close?

“Hi,” you said with a smile, “it’s Jason, right?”

He just nodded, didn’t even try to find his voice, he probably looked like an idiot, but he was in awe. You were by far the prettiest girl he had ever seen.

“We’ve met at one of your father’s events, I’m the girl you tried to skip it with” You said, and the polite and happy tone you used made his heart swell.

Then memories hit him, of course he remembered you.

“Y/N?” He asked and when you nodded, he smiled at you. Actually smiled, for the first time since he could remember at a gala. “Actually, we met at the library.”

You laughed, “My God, you’ve grown so much!”

He stumbled over his words, cringing at himself. “Yeah, so have you- I mean, grown more beautiful.”

You smiled fully at him, not like the one he saw you throw just minutes ago. You genuinely seemed happy to see him.

You got drawn in conversation like you were long time friends who known each other their whole lives. His Crime Alley accent slipped a few times and he mentally cursed himself for it, but he somehow felt comfortable around you.

You both laughed and criticized random wealthy people struttering around like they owned the place, just like you used to do when you were younger. At times he almost forgot you were part of those people and that your parents were staring at you from across the room with a death glare.

If looks could kill, he would be buried six feet underground by now. Again. But he chose to ignore it.

You found him cute, he was an introvert just like you, who also felt out of place between this many people like you.

He was beautiful, you thought, the more you looked at his face, the more you found yourself blushing. You wished you could talk to him for hours.

But unfortunately, your parents were present and just had to ruin it.

“Y/N darling, why don’t you introduce us to your… friend?” Said an old woman, covered in pearls and other expensive jewels. It was rumored she used all of her ex husband’s money to buy her ‘fortune’, until he died of uncertain causes.

She was an arrogant bitch in your opinion, always nose deep in other people’s business, but you never would’ve said that aloud. Not when she was such a close family friend, anyway.

You forced a smile and suddenly became nervous, but tried to cover it.

You cleared your throat, “This is, uh, Jason Todd.”

“Bruce Wayne’s second ward.” Your father said, but in his tone there was everything but respect. He sounded like he was accusing him of standing in a place where he didn’t belong.

Jason held his gaze fearless, God he hated rich people.

“Pleasure to meet you.” He said, nodding to the three adults in front of you.

“Pleasure’s all yours.” Your mother said with a fake polite tone that made you want to punch her. You wanted a hole to open right beneath your feet and swallow you whole.

“I heard uh, your life conditions were difficult before Wayne adopted you.” Your father said.

Jason felt a spike of anger lighten inside of him, “I lived on the streets.” He said with no problem.

Your mother looked at him like he should be locked in Arkham for the confidence he carried in his voice.

“Good thing Bruce Wayne is a generous man. Who knows what would’ve happened if he didn’t take-”

Your voice cut your mother off, sarcasm dripping from your words. “Yeah, there are so many kids on the streets, I wonder what will happen to them if another charity event won’t be held soon.”

The looks they gave you would’ve made you freeze on the spot if you were still a 10-year-old girl, but you weren’t. You were just sick of hearing their bullshit.

You couldn’t wait to live on your own.

You saw the corners of Jason’s lip curl up and your parents’ expressions turning furious. You knew you had crossed the line, so you quietly slipped a napkin into Jason’s hand, before your parents dragged you away.

Jason looked at it, your number written in smudged eyeliner.

That same night, he called you.

Jason Todd knew he was one lucky motherfucker. Because three years after the gala, you were fast asleep in his bed.

He stared at you like you were the most precious thing he had ever held.

Your expression was peaceful, he thought you looked like an angel. He didn’t understand how he got so lucky that you fell for him, but he was glad he had called you that night after the gala.

“If you keep staring at me like that, I’ll start to think I’m dating a weirdo.” You said, poking one eye open and turning to him.

“Morning, princess.” You smiled and kissed him, not caring that you had just woke up. “Hi, baby.”

You noticed his eyes lingering on your face, like he was mesmorized by you. “What are you thinking about?”

He smiled shyly, “That I’m lucky.” Your stomach flipped, you turned and pressed your body against his in a hug. You snuggled on his chest, peppering his skin with kisses.

“I love you.” You said softly, thinking of when your parents first found out about you and Jason.

Your mother was spiraling, furious that you kept in touch with him behind her back. Your father was quiet, but it was obvious he didn’t approve.

Not that you cared anyway, you weren’t in the 1830s anymore. You didn’t need their approval.

Your arguments with them felt endless, and you forced yourself to ignore their expressions every time Jason came to pick you up with his bike. With a grin plastered on his face while he stood outside of your mansion, he knew your parents were watching you from the window, so he always made sure to greet you with a passionate kiss. He would always say corny lines like “They look pissed.” or “Looks like you’re gonna get grounded tomorrow.” making you roll your eyes at him with a smile. Then he would drive off with a particular loud roar of his bike.

When you finally moved out of the mansion, they didn’t talk to you for a year. Just complete radio silence. You would never admit it hurt a lot that they had just cut you off out loud, but it was probably obvious. To Jason always, at least.

Now you talked every once in a while, they finally seemed to tolerate your relationship with Jason, but your relationship with them was weary and tense.

You remembered when your father told him he never would’ve been good enough for you, that you would come back to your place in the good part of the city once you got tired of him. When you found out, you were furious. Then you comforted him, told him that you were in love with him and nothing could change that.

He smiled at you apologetically that night, “What if he’s right, though? I can’t be perfect, I’m broken.”

You kissed his temple and told him, “I don’t need you to be perfect, I need you to be you. And I need you to love me.”

Jason Todd felt like the luckiest man in the world, because despite all the odds, despite your parents, you were the one he came home to every night.

He was so glad Bruce had dragged his ass to that gala, he would ever tell him though. He couldn’t believe you loved him, couldn’t believe you saw the scars on his body, his jagged past, his double life, the sharp nightmares that often kept him awake and still decided he was worth to stay for.

You and him were the perfect example that two different worlds can collide. His life had been rough, his mother did drugs, he ended up living on the streets, starving for days, stealing had become the only chance to survive. Then he got adopted by a billionaire, but the way people looked at him didn’t change. He was still a street rat. Too angry, too reckless, too vulgar, but he managed to steal your heart. You were an uptown girl, caged in a perfect life that made you feel less like a person who had her own ideas and more like a pawn everyday. Until you met him. He was your salvation and you were his.

His arms tightened around you, holding you to his chest like the world outside didn’t exist. Just you, him and your love.

You knew he wasn’t letting go anytime soon.

“I think I’m gonna take the day off.”

He was completely and utterly in love with his uptown girl.

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author’s note

My god I have an obsession with this song. I’m late again for this one, but I think it was worth the wait..? kinda I guess.

— in which you, an undercover agent disguised as a mistress, cross paths with an old flame and ally.

“As long as I’m your hooker.”

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The Iceberg Lounge never looked more alive, gold and silver masks flashing like coins in a fountain.

The low and seductive music swelled, while tuxedos and gowns swirled on the marble floor. Everyone was laughing too loudly, drinking too much, pretending this was just another charity masquerade instead of a stage for backroom deals and whispered promises.

You let Senator Richard Lane’s hand rest at the small of your back as he guided you through the crowd, his was grip too firm and his smile too polished. To the world, you were nothing more than decoration, “the senator’s latest indulgence.”

A glittering mistress in silk and diamonds. You’d perfected the role: vacant smile, a flutter of lashes, the occasional murmured laugh at his rehearsed jokes.

But your eyes were attentive, always watching and calculating. This was nothing like anything else you had ever done before, this was the mission. You couldn’t afford any mistake, you had to put on the best poker face and play along.

The mission wasn’t simple. You were sent undercover to gather intel on a secret weapons deal between Oswald Cobblepot and government officials. This wasn’t like any other mission you were assigned, this was pure trouble masked as polite smiles and firm hand shakes. If anybody were to know what you were really doing there, you would be dead woman.

But where trouble went, you followed.

So here you were, in your black dress, dolled up as the perfect mistress.

You pretended to be involved in a conversation the Senator was having, careful not to be draw any attention on you. You looked around, studying each face, the expressions and body postures, until your eyes met his.

The infamous Bruce Wayne had just stepped into the lounge, in his perfectly tailored black suit. He moved with the casual arrogance of a man who owned every room he entered, Gotham’s golden son, billionaire playboy, untouchable. That was the mask everyone else saw.

But you knew better.

His gaze slid across the crowd, polite and bored, until it landed on you. The air left your lungs in a sharp, invisible hitch. You saw the recognition on his face and his lips parting slightly. What do they say, old flames are never really die?

Your breath silently caught in your throat when the Senator’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Bruce Wayne” he said with a classical politician’s smile, steering you towards him. “Glad you could make it. I was just telling our dear friends from Metropolis about the Wayne Foundation’s… generous spirit.”

Bruce’s eyes flickered to the Senator, then landed back on you. He nodded with a polite, confident smile. “Richard.” He said, “and this is?”

You felt his hand tighten against your back. “My companion.” He said it like he was presenting a fine bottle of wine. “She’s been good enough to suffer these events with me.”

Bruce’s smile didn’t waver, but his eyes were still on yours. You tipped your head slightly, lips curving in the kind of smile that meant nothing and everything at once. “Pleasure, Mr. Wayne.”

For a heartbeat, the room melted away. The masks, the music, the laughter. It was just the two of you, standing on the edge of something dangerous, something familiar, something inevitable.

Until it snapped back into place, the Senator dismissing himself with a polite nod and leading you away.

You didn’t dare to turn back, but you could feel Bruce’s eyes burning through your back. You just hoped he would be smart enough to stay in his place.

Which, of course, didn’t happen.

Because not even twenty minutes after your encounter, for a split second the Senator left your side and you suddenly got yanked in a empty room by two hands you knew too well.

“Are you out of your mind?” You whispered-yelled once he closed the door. You pushed his hands away, angry and very frustrated that he led you away like that, when everyone could see and wonder.

“Nobody saw anything.” He said, his voice sure as ever.

You just groaned, you hated that he was here. With you. Alone. You hated this.

“Didn’t think this was your kind of party.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, then answered with a sharp tone. “And yet here we are again. You with your mask and me with mine, I guess we haven’t changed much.”

Bruce clenched his jaw in the slightest, “You sure have, I’d say.”

You chuckled dryly, “I’m still doing my job, just not with you.”

He didn’t falter, his expression apathic. “You’re wasting your time with Lane.”

“If that’s you asking me to step in with you like old times, I’d rather pass.”

Bruce’s tone lowered, his face turning more serious. “This isn’t a game. Who put you here?”

“Funny, I could ask you the same thing.” Sarcasm was dripping from your words and the tension was palpable in the room.

Bruce stepped closer, “I know what you’re working on-”

“Please, do share with the class.”

His eyes trasmitted a desperation you never would’ve guessed by the serious look on his face. But again, you knew better.

“I’m here because I’m tracking the flow of weapons in Gotham, you’re here because all the tracks lead back to the Penguin.”

“Well, I see you’ve done your homework.” You said sarcastic, but Bruce wasn’t phased by your tone. Instead, he grabbed your shoulder and told you,

“Don’t be smart with me now. You know what I’m asking you, you need me just as much as I need you.”

You looked at him in his stupid eyes and you swore you hated that he was right once again.

“So… Batman and his ally return?” You simply said, silently agreeing to working with him once more.

The corners of his lips curled up.

“So what’s the plan, Batman? Sneak through the windows and hope no one notices?”

Two hours after he dragged you into an empty room, you were connected to his comms and your contact lenses had secrets cameras in them to monitor the situation.

His answer made you frustrated, “Could work better than pretending to laugh at a Senator’s jokes.”

You rolled your eyes, “Some of it was fun to hear.”

He eyed you, “Really? What was better, the part where they hinted at their weapon deals or the part where they talked about money like the economy could fall tomorrow?”

You scrunched your nose, “More like the part where they said they hate masked vigilantes teeming the city like they own it.”

He laughed quietly, “Of course you liked that part.”

The night passed pretty fast and surprisingly nothing went wrong in between, you and Batman gathered information about the next meet up the Penguin and the politicians scheduled to seal the deal of Gotham’s weapon flow.

When the gala came to an end, you were left alone with Bruce on a rooftop and old feelings floating to the surface.

You watched him taking off his mask and staring at or before turning to you.

“Still carrying the mask?” He asked. Still pretending?

“And you?” You simply said, watching him chuckle softly.

“We worked together tonight, I’d like to think there were no masks between us.”

Silence followed his statement, you watched his face, how his features were still as handsome as the day you last saw him.

“We were good together, you know.” You muttered, because no matter how much you told yourself you wouldn’t care about him and that tonight didn’t matter, how could you just stay there with him and not say anything about you two?

“We still are.”

Your breath caught in your throat but the sharp words slipped past your tongue before you could help yourself.

“You were the one who left.”

“You moved on without looking back.” You turned to him, “So did you.”

Bruce’s jaw clenched, “you think I didn’t look back? I did every night, I just couldn’t-”

“Couldn’t what, Bruce? Love me and be Batman at the same time? Because working with me reminded you that I’m just like you?” You snapped, the desperation and pent-up emotion evident in your tone.

His breath hitched, “Because working with me showed me how close to danger you were because of me. And I cared you too much to stand the thought of you dying.”

That silenced you for a moment, his words hitting you more than the whipping wind on the rooftop. But the anger clung to you like armor.

“Did you think that without you, I would’ve quit? That I would’ve become a normal civilian in town with a pretty little life away from Gotham’s chaos?” You said, your voice angry but wavering slightly, but you added,

“Did you think I would’ve stopped loving you too?”

His hand shot out at that, his fingers wrapping around your arm. His grip was not rough, just desperate, like he needed the contact to ground himself. His voice dropped, ragged. “I never stopped loving you. Not for a second.”

The words punched the air from your lungs. You opened your mouth to fire back, but nothing came out. Instead all the heat, all the pain and longing, pushed you forward before you could stop yourself.

You crashed you lips against his.

It wasn’t gentle, it was pure frustration of two people who carried that weight of a damn city on their shoulders. His hands found your face, cradling it with some kind of affection that was nothing like the kiss you were sharing.

And you swore you could’ve hated him, because no matter how much reckless you were being with each other, he still found ways to show you he cared, he was still there, the love was still there. You could’ve, but you didn’t, because your heart longed for his love.

So you kissed him harder, like pressing your bodies together would erase the time you spent apart.

When you finally broke apart, breaths ragged and emotions in your eyes, Gotham’s skyline flickered around you, neon bleeding into shadows, but it felt like the world had narrowed to just him.

You stared at each other until he broke the silence, “No more masks?”

“Not between us, at least.” You said, smiling softly at him.

And with the city still burning below, the two of you let the silence hold, knowing the world would tear it apart soon enough. But not yet. Not tonight. For tonight, you had each other.

And that was enough.

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author’s note

I’m late again tf

this my first bruce wayne fic!!

— In which after a mission gone wrong, you have to deal with a condition called “post-traumatic neuropathy.”

“whatever may come, your heart I will choose.”

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The apartment was too quiet. The same silence that’s been haunting you for hours reminds you that you should be out there right now, that you should be by Jason’s side now, helping him with the same case you’ve been working on for months.

Instead, you’re here all alone in your shared apartment and you couldn’t wait till he came back.

You let out a quiet sigh as you washed your face in the bathroom sink, you slowly reached for the towel carefully placed beside you and wiped your face. Once you were done, you were face to face with a very tired version of you that looked like she had just got out of a zombie apocalypse. You frowned a little as you watched your reflection in the mirror after days of being in the hospital, you looked like hell and you hated it.

You remembered the scene vividly now: six days ago you, Dick and Jason had gone on a mission together, Oracle guiding you through it. It was supposed to be simple, get inside the building, take down the Penguin’s skanks and save the hostages. Easy, right? Until the damn GCPD decided to interfere because ‘you were taking too long’ and ruined the plan. Sure, the hostages were freed and some of the Penguin’s men got arrested, but the mission was ruined. Especially because when you tried to signal that they didn’t need to intervene and cause a fucking shotgun because Nightwing and Red Hood already had it under control, a policeman somehow forgot to put the safety back on his gun and accidentally shot you, resulting in a very much unconcious you in a hospital bed for a week and a spiraling Jason ready to kill every member of the police department.

When they dismissed you from the hospital, they told you you suffered from “traumatic peripheral neuropathy,” a condition that involved the radial nerve injury after the shot, which causes the constant trembling of your hands. Thankfully enough, the damage of the nerve wasn’t too bad, and with time and rest, it could recover totally.

With another sigh, you reached for the brush and scoffed when your shaking hand struggled to hold it right. You pushed your lips together and tried not to get too upset, your eyebrows were pinched together in effort and concentration as you tried to get rid of the knots in your hair.

Your hands shook a bit more violently now and you hated struggling to complete a simple task like putting your hair in a stupid braid before going to bed.

You do this every fucking night, it shouldn’t be this difficult, why do you make it so fucking difficult?-

With a frustrated groan, you threw the brush a little too aggressively than you probably should have, and miraculously missed the mirror.

You leaned over the sink and glanced at your shaking hands with all the pent-up frustration and anger you had tried to hide these last few days. You noticed your breath was becoming too ragged, not again, please. I don’t want to-

“Baby, I’m home!”

You squeezed your eyes shut at the sound of Jason’s voice. Fuck. You were breathing heavy and you couldn’t get yourself to calm down, you placed a hand on your chest in a weak attempt to stop your panic attack and slid down on the floor.

You didn’t notice Jason got to the bathroom until you felt his hands gently gripping your shoulders.

“Baby, I need you to breathe for me, okay?” he said softly, and at the sound of your wheezing you cringed. You didn’t want him to see you like this.

“Jay” your voice came out strangled and full of panic, you sounded like the scared little kid you once were when you got panic attacks in middle school.

His expression became softer and he put his hands on both of your cheeks, caressing them gently.

“t’s okay, baby, I’m here.” He said, “Breathe in with me…”

You glanced at your hands in your lap and let out a whine, you couldn’t seem to bring air in your lungs.

“C-can’t…” You looked back at him with pleading eyes and Jason placed a hand on your chest, saying with a steady voice,

“Focus on my hand on your chest, baby. I need you to make it move with your breathing.”

You struggled to hear his voice, but forced yourself to listen. You nodded in panic at his instructions.

You tried to do as he said, looking into his pretty eyes to ground yourself, “Like that, you’re doing so good”

His voice was gentle, soothing you. “Just a little more, love.”

You nodded and slowly your breathing became normal again.

“You did so good, baby.” He praised and in his eyes you could see he felt sorry for you but didn’t dare to say it out loud, he simply placed a kiss on your temple.

You stayed like that for a moment, the small bathroom was quiet, except for the sound of your breath.

Jason then moved to pick up the hairbrush on the floor.

“Sorry,” you muttered “didn’t mean to throw it…”

“It’s okay,” he simply replied “do you want me to braid your hair?”

In that moment you felt a wave of affection wash over you and so you nodded, letting him guide you to sit on the edge of the bathtub.

You watched from the mirror his concentrated face as he divided your hair in three sections.

“Do you really know how to braid?” You asked.

You heard him laugh, “Yeah, Kory was teaching Dick one day and she showed me how to do it…”

You hummed, smiling faintly. Then the room fell silent for a while. Your hands were still shaking in your lap and you sighed, looking at them. “I hate this.”

Jason just wished he could take away your pain, “I know sweetheart, I’m so sorry.”

You scrunched your nose, trying not to cry “If only that motherfucker knew how to use a fucking gun I wouldn’t be like this!”

Jason finished the braid and quickly knelt down in front of you. He took your hands in his and promised with a soft voice.

“I promise we’ll get through this together, sweetheart. I’m here.”

That was all it took for you to break down. Tears started to stream down your face after days of being apathic, your emotions finally taking over completely.

Jason wasted no time in pulling you into a hug, his hands rubbing circles on your back to soothe you. Your shoulders shook with sobs and you clung to him like he was your only salvation. Maybe he was.

“I-” you tried to say something, but your voice broke. And Jason held you tighter, “It’s okay baby, let it out.”

You cried for what felt like hours, pouring all your frustration into tears because you were paying for someone else’s mistake, because he took your ability to live your life even outside of your vigilante identity. And it wasn’t fair.

You cried until you were sure you couldn’t anymore, until your cheeks dried and your back relaxed. Jason didn’t say anything at first, still cradling you like you were something to value and hold with care.

“Let’s go to bed now, how does that sound sweetheart?”

When you nodded, he lifted you in his arms even if you protested.

“I’m not made of glass, I can walk.” You said, pointing lazily at your legs.

“I know you can, but let me.” He said it with such a caring and loving tone that you didn’t argue, you just curled against his chest.

Once you were in bed, Jason made sure you took the medicines you needed for your condition before falling asleep.

You felt your chest tighten at the thought of having to ingest so many pills, but did it without a word. When you swallowed the last one, you hurried to slide under the covers, waiting for your boyfriend to do the same on the other side.

He smiled at you and turned the lights off, slipping into the bed next to you.

You immediately curled into his chest and he wrapped an arm around you waist, holding you like he would protect you from everything outside of your bed.

You yawned softly and he kissed your temple, whispering to “Get some rest babe, you’re tired.”

You hummed and pressed against him, needing to know you were not alone.

“I’m such a mess,” You said, your voice just above a whisper, “I’m so lucky to have you.”

Jason’s heart swelled and he held you tighter, “No, I’m lucky to have you. And don’t think you are a burden because of this” -He kissed your hand- “You’re not. Love is about taking care of each other, I would be damned If I didn’t.”

You quickly gave him a kiss, touched by his words and actions. He always knew what to say, what you needed. You loved him for it, so much.

“I love you so much,” you told him “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He smiled at you warmly, “You won’t have to find out.”

His hand brushed a strand of hair behind your ear tenderly, “Sleep now, sweetheart, I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

“Okay…” you said, yawning and curling into his warm body.

He kissed your temple as you slowly started to drift off, quietly whispering in your hair as he watched your face relax.

“I’ll always be here for you, my love.”

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author’s note

kinda short but I like it! this condition actually exists in real life…

hope y’all have a good night<3

just an italian girl who loves writing.

[characters I’ll write for]

DC

✯ Jason Todd

✯ Dick Grayson

✯ Bruce Wayne

✯ Damian Wayne

✯ Tim Drake

✯ Tyler Durden [fight club]

✯ Rusty Ryan [ocean’s eleven]

✯ dead poets society

✯ Marvel