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Pairing: Tim Drake x nb!reader (it’s not super romance heavy but I might do a part two)
Prompts: n/a this is purely self indulgent
Summary: sometimes life gives you lemons and sometimes life tells you your best friend and the guy you hate are the same person, your not sure what’s worse
Warnings: n/a
A/n: is this canon compliant? no. does it make much sense? not really. do I like and did I have fun writing it? absolutely. read at your own risk Masterlist also this should be totally nb but if you see anything that’s gender solid please let me know so I can fix it
Word count: 2k it got to long but there’s plenty of material for a second part (wink wink nudge nudge)
Secrets Spilled
Rich people suck. More specifically, rich teenagers suck. You should know, you go to school with one. Tim Drake, the pride and joy of Gotham Academy and the adopted son of Bruce Wayne. Was he actually adopted? You didn’t remember but that didn’t matter. Mr. Wayne has a habit of picking up strays almost as bad as Batman and Tim Drake was lucky enough to end up under his umbrella of wealth.
You had 3 classes with Tim Drake. He was smart and most of the teachers liked him well enough, in fact most of the school liked him. You however hated him. Sure he was cute and he seemed nice enough and you couldn’t quite put your finger on it but something about him was just off. Like he had some big secret or something.
No one at school seemed to agree with you on that. They all thought he was a perfect angel so you stopped trying to convince them of your anti-drake agenda a long time ago. Thankfully you had one person in your life who always listened to your rants.
“He sounds like a douchebag,” Red Robin said, sitting cross legged on your bed with an ice pack against his lip. Through some minor computer shenanigans, aka illegal hacking (nothing to bad), you had met and become close friends with none other than Red Robin.
It was a mutually beneficial friendship. For him it was an apartment almost exactly halfway between safe houses so on nights like tonight when he was a little bloody and bruised he’d stop by and you’d help patch him up. For you it was a captivated audience for your late night rants.
“Oh he totally is! Thank you for that, no one ever agrees with me,” You rolled your eyes thinking about how many times you’d heard people gush about the billionaire brat. You sat down across from him and opened the first aid kit you’d just dug out from under your bed.
You were too busy rifling through the various bandages and ointments to notice your vigilante friend desperately trying to hide his smirk. “Yeah no problem,”
“He’s way smart too, which is super annoying.” You found the healing gel you were looking for. “I swear he’s hiding something, he must be like an alien or a robot or-” You looked up to see a laugh-suppressing-grin on the heros face, “Don’t laugh, I'm serious! This guy is a pain and just because he’s hot people let it slide!”
Red's face went completely serious and you could’ve sworn you saw his cheeks tint pink underneath his domino mask but then again his left side had a sizable cut on it so you really couldn’t tell. “You- you think he’s hot?”
“That is so not the point I'm trying to make!” You rolled your eyes and dabbed a bit of gel on the cut. “But yeah, his looks are like, his only redeeming quality.” Once you had laid a thin layer against the cut you used some butterfly bandages to hold it closed. It was exactly pretty but it would heal well, and the gel would make it nothing but a small scar in a week or so. “You know, you kinda look like him. Is that what you're hiding?” You used this opportunity to tap the bottom edge of the mask, resisting the urge to just take it off right then. “Rugged good looks and a billionaire smile.”
“Oh ha ha,” He retorted sarcastically, lightly moving your hand away from the fabric. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t dying to know his identity. It’s not that he didn’t want to tell you, it’s just that he’d heard you complain about his alter ego enough times to worry about your reaction, plus the whole ‘your-life-would-be-in-constant-danger-if-you-knew’ thing. Lately he’d found himself going out of his way to end up knocking on your window and he didn’t want what you had to change.
“You're no fun.” You huffed, hoping off the bed stashing the first-aid kit once again. You heard a small buzz and knew that Red had gotten an alert.
He stood up, and listen for a second. You could only guess he was getting instructions via earpiece. “Got it, I’m on my way.” He called over coms before turning back to you with an apologetic look.
You spoke before he could get an apology out. “Let me guess, some goon’s breaking open an ATM and everyone else is busy?”
“Pretty much yeah,” He ducked under your windowsill onto your fire escape. “Thanks for the help. I don’t know where I'd be without you.”
“Probably at that robbery already,” You gently shoved him the rest of the way through the window and bid him farewell. You watched him grapple off into the dim moonlight before getting back into your bed. Over the past few weeks you’d started staying up later just in case a certain someone happened by, this of course made that full 8 hours a little harder to come by. You didn’t really care though, a little less sleep for a little more time with him seemed like a fair trade.
The next morning finally came and you weren’t exactly pleased to hear the familiar beeping of your alarm clock. Still you forced yourself out of bed, pulled your uniform on and got your stuff together before heading out the door to another day at Gotham Academy.
You didn’t have any classes with Tim on Friday’s but you usually saw him passing you in the hall or at lunch. Today was different. One might even say he was avoiding you, but why. You saw a glimpse of him quickly heading away from you before second period, and at lunch you got a great view of the back of his head for about 30 seconds before he ducked out to go who knows where. Sure, you weren’t exactly friends but today it seemed he’d gone completely out of his way to make sure you didn’t see him. And it was pretty successful, at least until you literally collided with him.
School had let out and you had almost left the building before you remembered you’d left something behind, on your way back to your locker you turned a corner without caution and slammed into him at full force. It was a classic early 2000s movie scene, papers and books flying and strewn across the floor, both parties crouching down to collect up their scattered items and inevitably accidentally grabbing the wrong paper or two.
“Ah sorry, i’m so sorry I didn’t see-” That’s when you actually saw who it was you’d bumped into. “Tim?” You handed him the printed out english paper that definitely wasn’t yours.
“Sorry, I should have been watching where I was going.” He apologized as you both stood up and placed your papers in your respective books bags. Something about him was even more off then usual. He wouldn’t even meet your eyes, in fact he kept his gaze firmly to his left. Maybe he’d somehow heard you complain about him and now he wanted nothing to do with you. Maybe you’d messed it all up.
You were about to awkwardly say bye and shuffle off when a locker a little ways away from you slammed shut, startling you both and causing Tim to finally look to his right.
“Whoa what happened to your face?” You asked leaning in slightly to see the hefty gash that had been carefully held together with butterfly bandages. “That looks just like,” It clicked. “hOLY-”
“SHHH!” Tim acted fast, he clapped a hand over your mouth, effectively putting your mind shattering realization on silent and rushed the both of you into a thankfully unlocked maintenance closet nearby.
Suddenly a bajillion pieces were falling into place in your mind. Tim cursed. “God, if you know now what I think you know you’re gonna have a lot of questions. So I'm gonna move my hand but you have to be quiet about it. Ok?” He spoke softly and full of concern. After all, he may have just caused a massive overload in your brain. Your kind of enemy and your closest confidant were the same damn person, who knows what that could do to someone’s psyche.
You nodded profusely, still unable to even conjure a sound. Slowly Tim lifted his hand away from your mouth and watched you closely. You didn’t say anything for a beat, you just stared back at him and then, “What the actual fuck! You’re him and he’s- which means- I mean all this time- and… what?!?”
“Umm yeah?” In all honesty this was going better than Tim had imagined it would. Whenever he’d envisioned you finding out it usually started with you cursing him out and ended with you never talking to him again, but now here he was. You hadn’t cursed him out exactly and you were kind of still talking to him so overall, better than expected. “I wanted to tell you ages ago I swear. I just know how you feel about… well me,” He gestured down to his civilian attire. “and I wasn’t sure how you’d react.”
“All this time,” You were still definitely in shock. “All this time you were him and he was you! And you never told me! I talked about you to you! I called you hot!”
“Oh yeah, thanks by the way.” A shit eating grin had made its way onto his face and you were not pleased.
“Oh fuck off!” You sunk down to sit on a little step stool that happened to be in the closet. “I can’t believe I was so dumb. I mean how did I not see it sooner!”
Tim crouched down in front of you. “To be fair, we put a lot of effort into keeping our secrets.”
“We? Wait a second! If you’re Red Robin, that makes Batman-”
“Yup.”
“And Nightwing-”
“Oh yeah.”
“So Robin is-”
“A total pain in the ass. But yeah, it’s Damian.”
“Holy shit!”
Tim finally let himself laugh a bit at your reaction. You were smart and he knew that, there had been a few times over the past few weeks when he thought you might put it all together and he’d gone out of his way to cover it up. Including (but not limited to) a leaked story to the tabloids about a Tim-Drake-kidnapping-attempt that was thwarted by the one and only Red Robin.
While the tabloids weren’t the most believable sources it had planted a seed in your brain that Red Robin and Tim Drake were in the same place at the same time. Of course thanks to that cut on his cheek he wouldn’t need to lie to you anymore.
“Don’t laugh! I can’t believe I didn’t see this months ago. I mean your stupid mask doesn't even cover that much!” You exclaimed, throwing your arms in the air to emphasize your point.
Tim lightly grabbed your arms and brought them back down. “Ok ok, i’m serious but you seriously need to calm down.” He still had a massive grin on his face.
“I am calm!” You defended. “I mean considering. Wait, how did this start? Did you have to train long? When did you find out who Batman was? Is he really a Vampire?” You rattled off questions a mile a minute, finally the shock and slight annoyance had given way to pure curiosity.
Tim looked around the small maintenance room, contemplating a really bad idea. “I can’t explain anything else here, but if you want I can take you to the Batcave? I mean you’ve already guessed most of the secrets and even if I don't tell you the rest you’ll probably figure it out anyway.”
a/n: I broke 2k and couldn’t figure out a satisfying ending so I just called it here but if y’all show this one some love i’ll do a part too (guest appearances and everything)
taglist: @starship-argo @reveriecore @luvcoy @instabull @littlered-fangirl click here to be added :)
Will you write for pidge from voltron?
Yes! I want this blog to be multi-fandom and Voltron is part of that, my full fandoms list can be found here but I am moving startrek to a secondary blog @starship-argo :)
Pairing: Tim Drake x nb!reader (it’s not super romance heavy but I might do a part two)
Prompts: n/a this is purely self indulgent
Summary: sometimes life gives you lemons and sometimes life tells you your best friend and the guy you hate are the same person, your not sure what’s worse
Warnings: n/a
A/n: is this canon compliant? no. does it make much sense? not really. do I like and did I have fun writing it? absolutely. read at your own risk Masterlist also this should be totally nb but if you see anything that’s gender solid please let me know so I can fix it
Word count: 2k it got to long but there’s plenty of material for a second part (wink wink nudge nudge)
Secrets Spilled
Rich people suck. More specifically, rich teenagers suck. You should know, you go to school with one. Tim Drake, the pride and joy of Gotham Academy and the adopted son of Bruce Wayne. Was he actually adopted? You didn’t remember but that didn’t matter. Mr. Wayne has a habit of picking up strays almost as bad as Batman and Tim Drake was lucky enough to end up under his umbrella of wealth.
You had 3 classes with Tim Drake. He was smart and most of the teachers liked him well enough, in fact most of the school liked him. You however hated him. Sure he was cute and he seemed nice enough and you couldn’t quite put your finger on it but something about him was just off. Like he had some big secret or something.
No one at school seemed to agree with you on that. They all thought he was a perfect angel so you stopped trying to convince them of your anti-drake agenda a long time ago. Thankfully you had one person in your life who always listened to your rants.
“He sounds like a douchebag,” Red Robin said, sitting cross legged on your bed with an ice pack against his lip. Through some minor computer shenanigans, aka illegal hacking (nothing to bad), you had met and become close friends with none other than Red Robin.
It was a mutually beneficial friendship. For him it was an apartment almost exactly halfway between safe houses so on nights like tonight when he was a little bloody and bruised he’d stop by and you’d help patch him up. For you it was a captivated audience for your late night rants.
“Oh he totally is! Thank you for that, no one ever agrees with me,” You rolled your eyes thinking about how many times you’d heard people gush about the billionaire brat. You sat down across from him and opened the first aid kit you’d just dug out from under your bed.
You were too busy rifling through the various bandages and ointments to notice your vigilante friend desperately trying to hide his smirk. “Yeah no problem,”
“He’s way smart too, which is super annoying.” You found the healing gel you were looking for. “I swear he’s hiding something, he must be like an alien or a robot or-” You looked up to see a laugh-suppressing-grin on the heros face, “Don’t laugh, I'm serious! This guy is a pain and just because he’s hot people let it slide!”
Red's face went completely serious and you could’ve sworn you saw his cheeks tint pink underneath his domino mask but then again his left side had a sizable cut on it so you really couldn’t tell. “You- you think he’s hot?”
“That is so not the point I'm trying to make!” You rolled your eyes and dabbed a bit of gel on the cut. “But yeah, his looks are like, his only redeeming quality.” Once you had laid a thin layer against the cut you used some butterfly bandages to hold it closed. It was exactly pretty but it would heal well, and the gel would make it nothing but a small scar in a week or so. “You know, you kinda look like him. Is that what you're hiding?” You used this opportunity to tap the bottom edge of the mask, resisting the urge to just take it off right then. “Rugged good looks and a billionaire smile.”
“Oh ha ha,” He retorted sarcastically, lightly moving your hand away from the fabric. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t dying to know his identity. It’s not that he didn’t want to tell you, it’s just that he’d heard you complain about his alter ego enough times to worry about your reaction, plus the whole ‘your-life-would-be-in-constant-danger-if-you-knew’ thing. Lately he’d found himself going out of his way to end up knocking on your window and he didn’t want what you had to change.
“You're no fun.” You huffed, hoping off the bed stashing the first-aid kit once again. You heard a small buzz and knew that Red had gotten an alert.
He stood up, and listen for a second. You could only guess he was getting instructions via earpiece. “Got it, I’m on my way.” He called over coms before turning back to you with an apologetic look.
You spoke before he could get an apology out. “Let me guess, some goon’s breaking open an ATM and everyone else is busy?”
“Pretty much yeah,” He ducked under your windowsill onto your fire escape. “Thanks for the help. I don’t know where I'd be without you.”
“Probably at that robbery already,” You gently shoved him the rest of the way through the window and bid him farewell. You watched him grapple off into the dim moonlight before getting back into your bed. Over the past few weeks you’d started staying up later just in case a certain someone happened by, this of course made that full 8 hours a little harder to come by. You didn’t really care though, a little less sleep for a little more time with him seemed like a fair trade.
The next morning finally came and you weren’t exactly pleased to hear the familiar beeping of your alarm clock. Still you forced yourself out of bed, pulled your uniform on and got your stuff together before heading out the door to another day at Gotham Academy.
You didn’t have any classes with Tim on Friday’s but you usually saw him passing you in the hall or at lunch. Today was different. One might even say he was avoiding you, but why. You saw a glimpse of him quickly heading away from you before second period, and at lunch you got a great view of the back of his head for about 30 seconds before he ducked out to go who knows where. Sure, you weren’t exactly friends but today it seemed he’d gone completely out of his way to make sure you didn’t see him. And it was pretty successful, at least until you literally collided with him.
School had let out and you had almost left the building before you remembered you’d left something behind, on your way back to your locker you turned a corner without caution and slammed into him at full force. It was a classic early 2000s movie scene, papers and books flying and strewn across the floor, both parties crouching down to collect up their scattered items and inevitably accidentally grabbing the wrong paper or two.
“Ah sorry, i’m so sorry I didn’t see-” That’s when you actually saw who it was you’d bumped into. “Tim?” You handed him the printed out english paper that definitely wasn’t yours.
“Sorry, I should have been watching where I was going.” He apologized as you both stood up and placed your papers in your respective books bags. Something about him was even more off then usual. He wouldn’t even meet your eyes, in fact he kept his gaze firmly to his left. Maybe he’d somehow heard you complain about him and now he wanted nothing to do with you. Maybe you’d messed it all up.
You were about to awkwardly say bye and shuffle off when a locker a little ways away from you slammed shut, startling you both and causing Tim to finally look to his right.
“Whoa what happened to your face?” You asked leaning in slightly to see the hefty gash that had been carefully held together with butterfly bandages. “That looks just like,” It clicked. “hOLY-”
“SHHH!” Tim acted fast, he clapped a hand over your mouth, effectively putting your mind shattering realization on silent and rushed the both of you into a thankfully unlocked maintenance closet nearby.
Suddenly a bajillion pieces were falling into place in your mind. Tim cursed. “God, if you know now what I think you know you’re gonna have a lot of questions. So I'm gonna move my hand but you have to be quiet about it. Ok?” He spoke softly and full of concern. After all, he may have just caused a massive overload in your brain. Your kind of enemy and your closest confidant were the same damn person, who knows what that could do to someone’s psyche.
You nodded profusely, still unable to even conjure a sound. Slowly Tim lifted his hand away from your mouth and watched you closely. You didn’t say anything for a beat, you just stared back at him and then, “What the actual fuck! You’re him and he’s- which means- I mean all this time- and… what?!?”
“Umm yeah?” In all honesty this was going better than Tim had imagined it would. Whenever he’d envisioned you finding out it usually started with you cursing him out and ended with you never talking to him again, but now here he was. You hadn’t cursed him out exactly and you were kind of still talking to him so overall, better than expected. “I wanted to tell you ages ago I swear. I just know how you feel about… well me,” He gestured down to his civilian attire. “and I wasn’t sure how you’d react.”
“All this time,” You were still definitely in shock. “All this time you were him and he was you! And you never told me! I talked about you to you! I called you hot!”
“Oh yeah, thanks by the way.” A shit eating grin had made its way onto his face and you were not pleased.
“Oh fuck off!” You sunk down to sit on a little step stool that happened to be in the closet. “I can’t believe I was so dumb. I mean how did I not see it sooner!”
Tim crouched down in front of you. “To be fair, we put a lot of effort into keeping our secrets.”
“We? Wait a second! If you’re Red Robin, that makes Batman-”
“Yup.”
“And Nightwing-”
“Oh yeah.”
“So Robin is-”
“A total pain in the ass. But yeah, it’s Damian.”
“Holy shit!”
Tim finally let himself laugh a bit at your reaction. You were smart and he knew that, there had been a few times over the past few weeks when he thought you might put it all together and he’d gone out of his way to cover it up. Including (but not limited to) a leaked story to the tabloids about a Tim-Drake-kidnapping-attempt that was thwarted by the one and only Red Robin.
While the tabloids weren’t the most believable sources it had planted a seed in your brain that Red Robin and Tim Drake were in the same place at the same time. Of course thanks to that cut on his cheek he wouldn’t need to lie to you anymore.
“Don’t laugh! I can’t believe I didn’t see this months ago. I mean your stupid mask doesn't even cover that much!” You exclaimed, throwing your arms in the air to emphasize your point.
Tim lightly grabbed your arms and brought them back down. “Ok ok, i’m serious but you seriously need to calm down.” He still had a massive grin on his face.
“I am calm!” You defended. “I mean considering. Wait, how did this start? Did you have to train long? When did you find out who Batman was? Is he really a Vampire?” You rattled off questions a mile a minute, finally the shock and slight annoyance had given way to pure curiosity.
Tim looked around the small maintenance room, contemplating a really bad idea. “I can’t explain anything else here, but if you want I can take you to the Batcave? I mean you’ve already guessed most of the secrets and even if I don't tell you the rest you’ll probably figure it out anyway.”
a/n: I broke 2k and couldn’t figure out a satisfying ending so I just called it here but if y’all show this one some love i’ll do a part too (guest appearances and everything)
taglist: @starship-argo @reveriecore @luvcoy @instabull @littlered-fangirl click here to be added :)
Hi y’all, i’m finally back on my writer shit and a new Tim Drake x reader drops tonight so if you haven’t already and you want to be tagged go ahead and fill out the quick form above :)
Hello there! I’m preparing to post a bunch of new fics and I lost access to my tag lists so I made a new form! the old tag lists literally don’t exist any more
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oh I didn’t know he was gay, good for him
I will not overcomplicate my plot
I will not overcomplicate my plot
I will not overcomplicate my plot
2k Tim fic comin at ya sometime tonight ;)
i made a thing :D
tim ^
who knows you might receive kon bart and cassie later
me after going back into my old drafts and seeing the bomb ass story that I never finished writing and don’t remember the ending of
Are u going to update the Damian x Reader Story??
hi! I ended up having a super busy summer and didn’t have much time to write but I am going to update as soon as I have some free time (should be in the next month or so I do apologize for the wait)
me outside the potbelly at 8:01: *waiting for it to open*
the potbelly that was supposed to open at 8: *closed*
this man has my heart and soul. for obvious reason
“I want a Nick Nelson” “I want someone to treat me like how Nick treats Charlie” “I want what Charlie has” “I want someone to treat my right”
no
I want to be Nick Nelson. I want to treat someone right. Coffee order? memorized. favor song? queued. Dinner? paid for. that little smile Charlie gets every time Nick texts him? I want to make someone smile like that.
I want to be the kind of boyfriend that Nick nelson is and i’m not even a boy
will smith slapping chris rock was not on my 2022 bingo card
Could I request for a Damian Wayne + 7~“Quit smirking at me like that, I’m serious!”8~“Your hair is really soft.”??
Paring: Damian Wayne x catgirl!reader
Prompts: prompt list ☁︎Fluff prompts 7 ~ “Quit smirking at me like that, I’m serious!” and 8 ~ “Your hair is really soft.”
Summary: When Catwomans protege needs some extra help with a job she’s forced to turn to her personal rival and oldest “friend”
Warnings: Damian is a cocky b!tch, brief mention of drugs but like not really
A/n: I had an idea so I had to make a whole plot around that idea so the plot is shit but the beginning is cute I think Masterlist
definitely not properly proofread but ignore that please :|
Help Wanted
$2 were inserted into the vending machine. He looked over the options again before tapping the letter-number code associated with his drink of choice. He reached down into the slot at the bottom of the machine and retrieved his drink before standing back up and looking over the options once again. This time he put in a different code and retrieved that drink from the slot too.
He was a curious person to watch. Damian Wayne was one of those people who had a reason for everything he did, so watching him meant you had to guess what the reason was behind every move. Over the past 2 hours you’d been watching him. Perched on a tree just outside the Gotham Academy art room, hidden in the thick canopy of leaves. You watched him in art class for about 50 minutes and then you watched the other students slowly clear out leaving him to work alone for another 30 on a piece that looked suspiciously like you. Although you chalk that up to coincidence.
You’d lost sight of him for maybe 5 minutes after he’d packed up and left the art room. You had slipped out of your tree and moved around the side of the building to see the back door open and Damian step out. His messenger bag slung over his chest and the sleeves of his white button down rolled up to just below the elbows. That was when he made his vending machine purchases.
Why two drinks though? You were pretty sure he didn’t even like the first one he’d bought. Maybe he clicked the wrong number and that’s why he bought the second one? No because he put enough money in for two so he must have been planning on getting two. Your train of thought was quickly cut off when the first drink was thrown at your head. You caught it of course, Catwoman would have been a lousy teacher if she hadn’t taught you how to catch things in mid air.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to spy on people?” Damian asked, stepping away from the edge of the building so you were both in full view of each other.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to throw things at people?” You retorted before looking down at the label on the can. It was your favorite brand of soda, you remember telling him how much you loved this drink nearly 2 years ago when he caught you stealing a case of it.
“I knew you’d catch it.” He replied, opening his can and taking a sip with a sly grin on his face. Even with no one around, his civilian attire came with the cocky attitude of a billionaire's son. “Just like I knew you were in that tree.”
“You saw that huh? I must be losing my touch.” You opened your can as well, after all a free drink is a free drink.
Damian started walking down the sidewalk. Once you’d fallen in step beside him he graced you with a reply. “Or maybe you wanted me to notice you.” He suggested smugly.
“Maybe I’m just tired.” You had come to talk to him but now that you were here you didn’t really want him to know that.
“Darling you and I both know if you didn’t want to be seen you wouldn’t be.” He grabbed your wrist softly and turned you so you were face to face with him. “So cut the crap.” His usual Robin tone broke through slightly in the last sentence.
You stared at him for a few seconds before reluctantly sighing and checked your surroundings. “I kind of need your help with something,” You refused to meet his gaze. In the entire time you’d known each other you’d never asked for anything from him, your pride was too strong but this time you’d run into a problem you couldn’t solve on your own.
Damian had the smugness of a thousand suns when he finally replied. “You need my help?” You look back at him to find the widest, stupidest grin you’d ever seen plastered across his face.
“Quit smirking at me like that, I’m serious!” You were already starting to regret this. Then the various clubs at Gotham Academy had begun to let out and the once secluded back walkway was now filled with students heading home.
Once you both realized you couldn’t really discuss private superhero business with everyone around you Damian wasted no time slipping the hand that had still been on your wrist down to entwine your fingers. To any pedestrian the two of you looked like an adorable couple heading home from school together.
The action made your cheeks turn red but you hid it by taking a sip of your drink. Of course he didn’t need to hold your hand to walk with you, he could have very well dropped your wrist and not risk getting splattered across the tabloids with headlines like “Lover boys mystery lover” or something. Then again if he’d let your hand go he wouldn’t be able to pull you close like he was now.
You walked the rest of the way to your apartment with some normal small talk. For a moment you’d forgotten all about the double lives you both lead and the reason you come to him in the first place. For a moment you felt normal. That moment ended quickly.
As soon as you were in the safety of your room you got down to business. You began explaining how you’d stumbled onto some information about some drug runner and you figured with his help you could take down the whole operation in an hours. Tops.
You agreed to meet on top of the warehouse at 9:30 that night but of course you got distracted and didn’t show up till 9:44.
“You’re late.” Damian was looking into the warehouse with some batoculars. The overly playful public persona was long gone and now you get to spend some time with serious “i'm robin and i'm going to fight crime in my free time because that makes sense” Damian.
“I could’ve left you to deal with this on your own. You should be happy I showed up at all.” You came to stand next to him and he automatically handed you the batoculars so you could see for yourself what the night had in store. More armed guards then you could handle on your own but with Damian’s help it’d be no trouble.
You noticed a guard’s flashlight move towards your window. “Get down!” you pushed down on the top of his head effectively moving the both of you below the windowsill just before the beam of light illuminated the glass. Two seconds more of hesitation and you would have lost the element of surprise.
You were so worried about being seen you didn’t even realize that your hands were still firmly planted in Robin's hair until you looked back at him. “Your hair is really soft.”
Neither of you moved. You just sat there staring at each other. Your hands in his hair. His hands, as you just noticed, had instinctively made their way around your waist when you were ducking. Under different circumstances it might have even been romantic, which is a quality neither of you thought you possessed.
a/n: ew what was that ending🤮anyway reblogs and comments are much appreciated :) likes do nothing for reach
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new fic drops tonight and the tag list is open!
Hello there! I’m preparing to post a bunch of new fics and I lost access to my tag lists so I made a new form! the old tag lists literally don’t exist any more
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Hello there! I’m preparing to post a bunch of new fics and I lost access to my tag lists so I made a new form! the old tag lists literally don’t exist any more
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be honest y’all
is it bad that my sleep schedule is 6am to 4pm? like who even wants to be awake during daylight anyway???
duuude I was reading some of my old fics and damn did I deliver on this one
straight up forgot it existed but this is one of my favorites
Hey. I heard you were open for requests? If so, could I get a fluff 43 for Jon kent x reader? ( Sorry if I have bad english)
Pairing: Jon Kent x Fem!reader (both are about 16ish in this)
Prompts: Prompt list 43-“H-how long have you been standing there?”
Summery: Jon Kent tries to tell you how he feels but you don’t seem to be picking up what he’s putting down.
A/n: This one was low key super fun to write thank you so much for this request! Based off some obscure prompt i saw about muse B being super oblivious to muse As feeling and i figured why not. Also i wrote this one in 2nd person rather then my usual 3rd person so yeah new things. Masterlist
Word count: 1.3k
Tag list: @battlenix
Code: y/n=your name
Oblivious
“So, Y/n, I guess what i’m trying to say is that I...” Jonathan Kent let out a soft sigh. “am an idiot.” he finished before turning away from his mirror and landing face first on his bed. He had spent the past 45 minutes trying to figure out a non embarrassing way to tell you that he was in fact, madly in love. The only problem was you were his best friend and almost definitely didn’t feel the same way according to him.
“This isn’t working.” He flipped over on the bed with a groan. “What would Damian do? He would... kill his feelings with a double edged sword, so he’s probably not the best person to model after.” Jon stood up and started pacing his room, too lost in his own train of thought to notice you push his door open and lean on the frame.
Jon told Damian about his crush and when he asked for advice he got a not so encouraging love-makes-you-weak speech. Then he asked a friend from school for advice, and naturally that friend told his friends and his friends told their friends and their friends told their friends and by the end of the week it seemed like the whole world knew. The whole world, except you. You remained blissfully unaware.
“New plan. What would Dick do?” he paused to think over his question. “He would use one of those cheesy pick up lines and do the hair flippy thing he does. But how does that work so well every time?”
Jon, being the goofy lovable idiot that he is had captured the hearts of more than one girl at school. Whenever they’d talk about boys his name was sure to come up. Like the time Ann Howls spent a whole 6 and a half minutes gushing about his “midnight black hair and beautiful eyes”, which only made you want to barf.
“If you were a vegetable. You’d be a cutecumber.” He had a weak grin plastered on his face and he looked expectantly at the mirror as if waiting for his own reflection to reject him. “That was awful.” He cringed at his own choice of words.
“I thought it was cute.” You spoke up causing him to jump.
“Ahh wh-what are you? why are you? H-how long have you been standing there?” he stumbled over his words and had a slightly panicked expression.
“Long enough to know that you’ve been holding out on me.” You laughed and flopped down on his bed. “You have a crush! More importantly you have a crush that you didn’t tell me about?” You squashed down the bit of jealousy that welled in your stomach still very much unaware that his crush was in fact on you.
“S-so, you don’t know who i was talking about?” Jon asked shyly, inching closer to the bed.
“No, I don't. Which i’m offended by. I mean come on, you tell me you’re from a different planet but not who you're into? Ridiculous.” You joked.
He let out a relieved sigh and sat on the edge of the bed. “You have a really bad habit of sneaking up on me and learning my secrets.”
“Or maybe you're just bad at keeping secrets.” You shot back. “Now tell me about this mystery girl!” You patted the spot in front of you signaling for him to sit closer.
“Well,” He moved slightly closer to you. “She’s really nice and funny and smart when she wants to be.” He smiled, the kind of smile that reached his eyes and made everything seem better. “And she loves superheroes so that works out well for me.” he let out a small laugh. “She’s stupid brave and when she wants something, no one can stop her. I know it sounds cheesy but-” he paused as if trying to find the right words. “when i’m with her, it’s like nothing else matters.”
You scooted closer to him so now you were both sitting less than a foot apart in the middle of the bed. “She sounds amazing.” You smiled, hoping he wouldn’t notice the way your voice had the slightest bit of hurt leaking through. You never really thought he’d actually like you back. All this time it was just a stupid crush and you figured you’d get over it but hearing him talk about someone the way he just did. The way his eyes lit up just thinking about her. It fueled a small flame of jealousy in your stomach.
But you pushed it down. You didn’t have any other choice and you really just wanted him to be happy even if that meant you weren’t. “You really like her don’t you?”
“Yeah, yeah i do.”
“Then you have to tell her how you feel.” It pained you to say but you knew this was best. He almost seemed in love and it wouldn’t be fair for you to get in the way. “Any girl would be lucky to have you.” You put your hand on top of his and squeezed it slightly.
“You really think so?” he questioned, looking down at your hands and flipped his over so he could squeeze back.
“I know so.” You smiled reassuringly as he looked back up and for a few seconds he didn’t say anything, you just sat in silence next to each other.
“I think I love you.”
Your heart skipped a beat and you felt your face grow slightly warm before pulling yourself together again. “Perfect, just like that. Now all you have to do is tell it to the girl.” You leaned back after realizing just how close your faces were. You pulled your hand away and turned your head to avoid his gaze.
You watched him in your peripherals and he didn’t seem to move for a solid 10 seconds. He blinked and a dumb grin found it’s way to his face.
“I-” He stopped himself by letting out an amused breath. “Screw it.” was all you heard before you felt something turn your head and slight pressure on your lips. It was soft and gone too soon. The jealous flame turned to butterflies and the heat rose to your cheeks instead. It was so fast you didn’t have time to react before he pulled away.
“Oh my god I'm so sorry I don't know what just came over me l-” You cut him off by grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him back into the kiss. You didn't even realize what you’d done until it was far too late. The momentum of the quick move had knocked you off balance causing you to fall back on the bed. Your hand still held onto the front of his shirt so when you went down he went with you. His body landed on top of yours and it felt as though you were wrapped up in his warmth.
His hands moved slowly from where they had landed next to your body. His left hand moved to cup your cheek and his right hand lowered to your waist. The kiss was soft and warm and perfect but you could tell he was holding back, too scared of hurting you with his super strength. You let go of his shirt and snaked your arms around the back of his neck, deepening the kiss.
You pulled away gasping for air with a dopey grin across your face. He braced himself on his arms and looked down at you with a slightly unsure expression.
“Does, does that mean you like me back?” he asked timidly, trying to regain his breath as well.
“Yes,” You replied smiling. “it does.” You pulled him down for a third kiss which happened to be the first kiss neither of you were surprised by.
“In America we don’t believe in kings. We believe in baseball.”
- Kyle Johnson, Luck of the Irish
who is the slug and what does he want
THE GOD OF IDEAS HAS HIT OMG ONE TIM DRAKE X READER COMING RIGHT UP
t i m d r a k e or j a s o n t o d d x reader?
omg that was so fast babes i lysm anything in particular you had in mind? 
t i m d r a k e or j a s o n t o d d x reader?
omg that was so fast babes i lysm anything in particular you had in mind? 
y’all i need to expand my writing comfort zone but rn I only have asks for Damian wayne
I wouldn’t mind some asks for other characters ☺️ or even other fandoms since I just made my blog multi fandom
characters and request info is here if anyones interested <333
thanks for the tag! @thefallingstarlight
5 years ago I feels like a lifetime, I used think I would become a dancer and travel the world with ABT or something and now I spend all my time in a dark room with blue light glasses on teaching myself how to code. oh how the turn tables have turned.
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sad-trauma-greasy bat man took one look at elegant-trauma-badass-sexy cat woman and said “ah yes this one, this one i’m in love with” and honestly same
The Batman is high key legit my favorite batman movie because they’re not afraid to have him eat shit on the concreat and then limp away like nothing happened
this is young bruce in his mid/late 20s. the practically invincible badass-leader of the JL bruce isn’t until a good 15 years of crime fighting and like 26 adopted children later
this bruce is failing and learning and trying again and I admire him for it