Oh Your Favorite Bat Family Member Is Jason Todd??

Watching justice league unlimited and I forgot how absolutely hilarious Batman is. Just a guy. Falling from the sky. Asking for air support bc he can't fly at all.

I liked this wayyyy too much

the lion and the lamb

member: enhypen sunghoon

synopsis: what would you do if you found out your boyfriend is a mythical creature?

genre: established r/s with sunghoon <3; twilight! au because why the fuck not; fluff; smut, angst

warnings: blood and... idk vampire kinks...?

wc: 3k

a/n: for niwa @haechanhues, who struggles to stay a jungwon stan <3 i wanted to write this with more vigour and like, idk, make it spicier? but everytime i think about a vampire story i can't help but think about all the other things that a story conveniently omits. like what does the family do? won't they find out that oc is NOT aging? is oc not fucking worried about being alive forEVER? so this ended up angstier and fluffier than i expected it to, so advanced apologies to niwa who wanted smth spicier 😀 p.s this is my first smut for a vampire au + a member younger than me so please don't fucking attack me. sunghoon is legal, this is fiction, we know he's not a fucking vampire.

"i knew it!" you screech and reach behind for a table lamp, messily holding it up to his face as you clutch the night stand and knocking over the family photo in the process. "i fucking knew it."

sunghoon's eyes widen, then he bursts into an arrogant chuckle. "baby, a desk lamp wouldn't do anything to me, you know this."

with a huff, you put the lamp back down, clearing your throat and crossing your arms across your chest. "is... is that why we had that whole... that entire night talking about vampires and mythical creatures... wasn't just a conversation? you were just... telling me stories about what you know?"

"maybe," his lips curl downwards by the corners and he nods. "come on, cut it out, would you? it was just a matter of time before you found out."

"oh- and when were you going to tell me?"

"when did you figure it out? did you suspect anything prior to this?"

"what?" a frown cements into your forehead. you try to move back a little more, but you push more things off your nightstand when you realise you can't back up any more. sunghoon had his hands in his jogger's pockets, stepping in a strange zig-zag manner towards you. "i... your sports are all indoors and you jog in the night- i just thought you hated people- no! no, you tell me when you were gonna tell me-"

"i mean i hated people before."

and then he swings a leg out, falling backwards into your bed and rolling over to pull a pillow into his face. he inhales sharply, arms tightening around it as you hear your heart race in your chest.

"oh...!" you turn and step backwards, this time against your wardrobe. "you're a- oh! this better be a joke. this has to be a joke."

"why?" his muffled voice sounds from under the pillow, and you can see his toes wriggle into your carpet. your lips part in a bid to hurl more accusations at him - if you could even believe yourself - but sunghoon lifts the pillow off his face and sits up, resting his palms in the mattress by his hips. "you saw my eyes change when we were at the butcher's. i'm not denying it."

a lock of hair topples over his forehead, and he cocks his head. "wanna see it again?"

gulp.

he blinks, and his dark eyes flit into a bright yellow. blink. dark.

"fuck off, how'd you do that?"

sunghoon smiles, and your heart drops when you see his canine teeth. they've always been long, and absolutely mesmerising to look at, but only now you've realised-

"you've had your fucking fangs out the entire time and- oh...!!!!!!"

sunghoon suddenly rises to his feet, striding to you in barely a few steps. you've backed up against the wardrobe again before he holds your face and leans down, abruptly pressing his lips against yours.

your fists are balled against his chest, but your harsh pants against his calm demeanour cools you. cold fingers dig behind your ears as he parts his lips, tongue gently coming over yours in a bid to remind you that it was still him.

the truth doesn't change who he is.

he remains cupping your face as he slows, then he breaks the kiss only to rest his forehead against yours, eyes closed.

"i'm sorry i didn't tell you sooner," he whispers, shaking his head. lids flutter open to reveal bright amber eyes. "i thought about it for a long while and i wanted... i wanted to tell you for the longest time but you were always so caught up with other things and i didn't want to tell you over christmas."

"rotten idea of a christmas gift."

"i know," sunghoon grins and sucks his teeth between his lips as he backs away.

"hey, um..." you clear your throat and rub the back of your neck, blinking from the floor and back up to him. he rests his hands on your waist, his amber eyes glimmering down at you. using his nose to push your jaw aside, he plummets into your neck, and you can hear him inhale so harshly, it runs chills down your spine.

"you're not gonna kill me, are you?"

"no," he chuckles lowly into your skin, pressing fragile kisses into your skin like it were glass. his breathing has turned erotic and harsh and irregular, so you're naturally on edge more than before. "if i wanted to kill you, i would've a long time ago, my love. but..."

he pulls away and lifts a hand up to your chin, tilting it upwards so your eyes would meet his. "i'm much too in love with you to make you an exception."

"you're not exactly making me feel better with whatever you're saying, you know that, right?"

sunghoon giggles, baring his teeth and stroking your cheek. but the hand that had been previously on your waist was slowly moving downwards, over the curve of your bosom and his fingers are digging into your flesh.

"i know, but you like that anyway."

he presses a smiling kiss to your lips, not hesitating to drop both his palms to your rear and picking you up instead. he does it effortlessly, which makes you wonder how many times he's acted like he was struggling when really, he could've probably carried a few of you.

your back meets the wall of your room and your fingers crawl up into his hair on the back of his head, the scent of his cologne masking all your senses and breaking down all your walls as if you didn't just find out your boyfriend was a lethal, mythical creature.

"hoon," sighing, you break the kiss.

"hm?" he uses his nose to tilt your chin up, tongue darting over the skin on your neck. his lips press into a bundle of nerves, and he smiles to himself when he notices your shoulders cringe upwards.

"haven't you ever thought about... you know."

"i don't know what you're talking about, baby," his whispered breath draws tickles from you, and you bite on your bottom lip to hide the growing desire.

"my blood. haven't you ever thought about it?"

he presses one last kiss into your neck - one that would probably leave a mark and he did it deliberately, you're sure - then comes back up to search your eyes with his bright amber ones.

"i have," he pauses. something is holding him back. "but human blood tastes different from an animal's. it's addicting and given how long i've gone without having it... i could drain you on my own if there's no one around to stop me."

it's like being surprised you got slapped in the face when you were the one who asked, really.

sunghoon releases an exasperated chuckle, looking down and hoisting your hips up so you wouldn't slip down further. his hands travel up your hips and waist and to your face where he cups your cheeks, thumb brushing over your cheekbones.

so this is why his hands were always cold.

"i can't afford that. to kill you."

"so don't."

something glimmers in his eyes, and his hold on your cheeks tighten just the slightest bit. a little squint; his lips part.

"no," he shakes his head, lips curling downwards as he shakes his head with disapproval. "no."

"no one will know."

"everyone will know. what are you, stupid?"

you shake your head, wanting to hit him as a natural reflex. he says that all the time.

but you suck in a deep breath and rest your head in his hand, closing your eyes to let the coolness in his fingers seep into your skin. "hoon... anything to be with you for the rest of my life, even if it means forever."

when your eyes open, he's tearing up. his glistening amber eyes are twinkling under the dim lighting in the room. for a few seconds, you can hear every breath he takes, if he even is actually breathing.

"i can't," he shakes his head, looking away and grimacing to himself. "you're still young. i can't-"

"it wouldn't make a difference. i'll just be stuck at 19 for the rest of my life. what, do you want to wait until i'm 50 and scrunching up into a raisin then turn me immortal? besides... i have no one else except you."

sunghoon laughs, but he quickly recovers and turns back to look at you. "i just... i love you. i wasn't supposed to get involved with humans, but you... it just had to be you. you, who has no strings attached to this world."

sucking your lips between your teeth, you reach up and brush his hair out of his eyes. "i just wish i knew you sooner, maybe then you could've helped my parents."

sunghoon breaks.

not in the form of breaking out into sobs or giving you a tight hug, but instead, he kisses you with cold tears streaming down his cheeks.

you can taste them when it sets between your lips, but it doesn't taste like salt.

it tastes like water.

"if you choose this then you'll live for the rest of your life, you know that, don't you?" he mumbles between light kisses, then presses his forehead into yours. he rubs his nose against yours, his eyes fluttered shut with a gentle frown between his brows. "that means you won't get to see your parents again, since that's what most people believe."

"i know. but i wanna live the rest of their lives for them too, so."

he takes a moment to process your words, then whispers the words, "i love you".

with that, he holds you away from the wall and slots his lips between yours again. he gently sets you in the bed, palms pressing into the mattress by your head as he almost kisses you into the cushion.

your hands are curved over his shoulders, fingers tracing his hairline on the back of his neck when he reaches down to pull off your shorts. long, slender fingers trace your hip and downwards until you let out a soft gasp into his mouth, with cues a sneaky smirk from him.

"it'll hurt less with this, i promise," he kisses your nose, then your forehead, and removes your lingerie. his nose dips into your jaw just as he does, a sudden surge of nervous bundles coming undone everywhere.

with your fingers digging into his shoulders, he continues leaving butterfly kisses on your neck, until the sharp tips of his fangs slide across your skin.

the entire bed is jerking, though just a tiny bit. and your soft whining is muffled into his shoulder. his shirt is being balled into a crumple in your fist, and then a sharp sting sinks into your neck like two needles at once.

then you can feel the latch of his lips onto the wound.

something clicks.

maybe it was him finally getting a taste of human blood, for he abruptly stops, and his torso is crouched over yours in sheer animalistic feeding.

his shoulder blades are shifting in and outwards, breath heavy on your jaw and under your nose with his hands on your shoulders, pinning you down into the mattress.

the cotton under your shoulder dampens. the texture starts to soak, and the lightheadedness starts to sink in.

sunghoon is in a trance you don't think you have the power to snap him out of, but the harsh breaths tell you he's thinking; trying his very best to fight against his instincts.

but maybe it was the blood that made him tick too, for he suddenly pulls out from below and rams back into you. the entire bed jerks loudly from the friction between the bed frame and the flooring.

a gentle yelp courses through your throat as your nails dig deeper into his back. his pace picks up as he drains you from your neck, and your eyes are starting to roll back into your head. your vision is started to blur, mind beginning to fade out into static with his tongue lapping against your neck like a beast starved for an eternity and his hips rolling against yours.

your hair is starting to get blood in it, but you don't have the headspace to think about how disgusting it is. you're tearing up from the force he's gradually forcing up into you, and he's struggling to tear himself away from you before you die of blood loss.

"hoon-" an airy whisper manages to leave your lips. "i'm gonna-"

he groans into your neck as a form of acknowledgement. he's trying to stop himself, but he's struggling. his teeth start to loosen from your skin, but then it sinks back in. the sting comes out in a soft whimper from you, but everything down below is a gratifying distraction.

"hoon, i'm gonna come."

and it's like a magic spell that worked - for he forcefully removes himself from your neck and hovers above you, his hands coming off your shoulders and resting around the circumference of your head.

half his face is covered in blood, a good amount of it around his lips and some smudged on the tip of his nose.

his eyes are hooded, and red.

"you taste... so fucking good," his voice is lower and hoarse, and his tongue darts out all around his mouth in a bid to savour whatever he has left of you on his face. "shame you wouldn't have that to offer me anymore."

he dips his nose into your neck again, and you'd half expect him to start sucking you dry - but he doesn't. a quick swipe across your neck and the sting disappears.

the scent of blood starts to cloud your mind.

he must've seen something in your eyes change, for he dumps all his weight into his torso when he leans down to kiss you again. the iron in your own blood tastes like caffeine to a coffee lover; honey to bees.

and then he picks up his pace again, this time pulling your thighs higher so he can keep them off the floor. when he pulls away, his palms come around your neck, holding you tightly to the bed as the sound turns inconsiderately loud.

everything in the room blurs, then sharpens. birdsongs outside seem louder - but so do his pants and laboured breathing. every slap churns through you like a gong being sounded.

something creaks - it's the bed - and then something definitely snaps or breaks or fractures.

throwing your head back, his thumb is gentle on your throat, holding you still while he fucks the rest of your humanity out of you.

"hoon, i-"

"i know, i know," he huffs and smiles, almost sinisterly. he leans forward, releasing your throat and pressing another kiss to your nose. "forever and for the rest of our lives."

the bed breaks just as your entire body shivers and shudders under him. your muscles twitch and spasm under his hold as his fingers travel down the length of your body, as if searching for any sign of injury as he pulls away.

his chest is heaving when he's finally removed himself, but he lifts you without much effort and away from the puddle of soaked blood in the sheets.

"sorry about that," he rests his forehead against yours, using his thumb to wipe away the blood smudged on your cheek. you know it's not really helping.

but you're in your own trance now. everything in the room seemed to be moving in swirls, and your vision was blurred. there's a sharp ringing in your ears, mixed with all the noises from outside.

he's trying to talk to you, holding onto your shoulders and pushing your hair out of your face. but then he steps away for a few moments to your desk, rummaging through the drawers for a moment.

then his blurred figure returns, and he holds out a wrist above your face as he drives the edge of a penknife through his own sheet-white skin.

the blood oozes out, then drips onto your lips and between your teeth where you finally have a taste of it.

"come back..." the words sound muffled. "hang in there, it'll be over soon..."

what were a few moments felt like an eternity as your mind and body feels like it was being ripped apart and stitched back together, and you're sure you passed out, for the next thing you can process was abruptly sitting up in bed and huffing, hands clutching the collar of your shirt with sunghoon sighing in relief as he topples to the floor.

he sighs heavily, hand holding his wrist where he had cut himself.

"you gave me a good scare there," he raises a brow, obviously tired. his face is still in a mess, and his eyes are a gorgeous crimson red, which made you think - what about mine?

you lick your lips, the taste of iron still lingering on your tongue as you stand. walking to your desk, you pull out a table mirror.

and there it was - a pair of crimson red eyes staring back at you. warily reaching up to your lips, you pull them back, expecting to see fangs in place of your canine teeth.

but sunghoon's arms come around your waist, and he snuggles his head into your neck where you had been bleeding (or being sucked out, actually).

"fangs will take awhile."

reblog this and put in the tags what comes up when you type “die”

Jason's time in the league except he knew Damian.

Like yeah I know Damian is a test tube baby and got aged a bit faster or something but imagine this.

Talia, no matter how mischaracterised, develops a soft spot for Jason while he is catatonic. She is also a mother and has been/is undeniably in love with Bruce. No matter how much it sounds like she only loved Bruce to produce the perfect heir, they were in love, even if it was just once. She, mother of Bruce's child, raising him to be strong, the way she know how, ready to let him be free and meet his father, shall he desire. That same mother finds Jason, the dead son, of his grave, wandering, his mind never fully there, and decides to heal his injuries and help him heal.

Maybe that wasn't the plan, at first, maybe she never expect to be mother of a child not biologically related to her. Maybe by the way she was raised or by the standards that surrounded her. But now? As she watches her child, because Jason is her son, murder is professors because he finds them unworthy of breathing. Maybe then she realises that motherhood was something she wished for, maybe living peacefully. She wouldn't, though. Maybe in another time, but now? She had her father to manipulate while watching her children thrive.

Maybe they could've been in a life without blood, but the doubts it. The kids are attracted to danger, most likely, they love saving. Albeit their methods bloody, she knows it won't last long, with her beloved so close.

Maybe she lets Jason go back to Gotham, followed by a couple Shadows under her and her sons command only. She calls every week, checks in, asks what his plans are, how the bat is doing. Maybe she lets him yell at her, his frustrations wild, that she knows can only be pleased with blood, that she knows makes his opinion of his family twisted. Never of Talia, no, maybe he never called her mother, but she is sure he would never let her see him this way otherwise. Maybe it's because she saw him at his worst, once, but maybe, maybe she can dwell on maybes, for once, and hope that Jason does consider her his mother. Even if she could never replace his late mother, at least letting her help him with his plans is the most she can ask for.

With that, she understands Gotham, instead of being through reports, news, old tales from her beloved, it's from her son. Soon, it would be from both of them.

For now, until Jason creates his big reveal, finishes his plans, deals with whatever issues he wants to deal with, she will let him have Gotham to himself. She will keep her father away. She will continue doting on Damian, as she will tell him stories of her beloved, The Bat, and let his eyes shine. As she could not preserve her sons innocence, but she could try to ignite their hopes.

what do u think about talia? i talk big about Talia being an ‘amazing mother’ but i know she really wasn’t good- and i feel like her circumstances were a big reason why she didn’t make the best choices as a person, or mother.

I'll admit, when I was newer to the fandom, all I knew about Talia was the racist retcons of her character, but once I learned about how 9/11 ruined her character I will forever be her defender.

If Talia has no defenders I am dead.

Personally, I think in canon, Talia wasn't the best mother, but again, Racist Character Retcons and-- I'm gonna scream

I mean, Talia was first introduced as an Anti-Hero. In her early characterization, she had major qualms about killing people, and she only killed someone to protect Bruce. That Talia wouldn't have done what she did to Damian in the late 2000s yearly 2010s.

They've been better about her characterization recently, and they've been making sure that Damian says in narrative that he knows both of his parents love him, but the damage has been done, and a lot of fanon uses the Villain Talia characterization, instead of looking at how Talia's character actually should be. An Anti-Hero. And I would say her morals should be similar to Jason, but if we're going off of 70's and 80's Talia, her stance on killing should be "If my life, or the life of someone I love is in danger, and I can't solve this without killing then I will" and she will feel a lot of guilt about it.

but recent characterization of Talia should line up more with Jason's moral, which is "if they're scum, they should die because they've had their chance to redeem themselves but they haven't"

The LOA was originally created for peace, but again, racist retcons and post 9/11 propaganda and now all they are are to most media is a group of assassins with a bunch of cursed mountain dew fountains of youth

Reporter: about your late son, Jason…

Bruce, with tears in his eyes: I miss him every single day

Meanwhile at the manor:

Jason, throws popcorn at the tv while watching a documentary: I DON’T CARE ABOUT THE FUCKING BEES

Jason: SHOW A GUY THE MOUNTAIN GOATS

Alfred: Master Jason, please take your anger of animals to a lower level

no because I've seen criminally less posts about justice league unlimited

that show was one of the funniest things I've watched like what do you mean Diana is turned into a pig by this ancient greek sorceress AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN ALL BRUCE HAS TO DO IS SING TO TURN HER BACK?????

criminally underrated if you ask me

so true

Avoid eating these 10 things if you want a summer vigilante bod

1. Laundry detergent

2. Pixelated memes from 2013

3. Antifreeze

4. Joker chemicals

5. SPF 100 sunblock

6. Your dog's homework

7. The Batmobile

8. Ancient Egyptian papyrus scrolls

9. Kryptonite

10. The concept of time

I love him

riki singing his heart out 🥺

*in a hospital room*

Tim: Am i in trouble?

Bruce, who just found out Tim doesn't have a spleen: Take a guess

Tim: …no?

Bruce: Take another guess