I Imagined Reader Whose Attracted To Older Guys Going For Deathstroke, Hal Jordan, Ra's Al Ghul, Or Any

oh what I would give to see reader interacting w Harvey dent

😔 also you're actually eating??? so many new posts omg

WAIT LOWKEY?????? HOW COULD I INCLUDE THIS?? THIS WOULD EAT OMG!!

OK WAIT! I GOT SOMETHING............. ITS GONNA HAVE TO WAIT TILL AFTER "OLDER" PART 2 THO

A FLASHBACK IN THE SAME AU

the way ulf strolled right up to jace like "look at that hair" and "as dark as they say!" and "dragonriders both, you and i!" and "cut from the same cloth!" and i just know jace was standing there like

y’all i’m so so mad. i wrote two chapter of IBLD and one chapter of Older AND TUMBLR GLITCHED AND DELETED THEM AS I WAS POSTING THIS. THIS IS LITERALLY MY 13 REASON WHY. IM GONNA KMS THIS WAS LITERALLY MY FINAL STRAW. 😭😭😭

Also now that i’m done yelling, 690 followers is INSANE i cannot believe this y’all are awesome! i love you all!! a new chapter of something new is coming out tonight so stay tuned 💕🫶💕

STOP you're so talented, i'm obsessed with your writing

OMG thank youuuuu 💕💕🫶

guys hear me out

readers love interest like coming over to hang out with reader and ends up meeting the family

tiffany sees this and wants to get wit love interest

maybe she just wants to piss her off ? maybe she just actually wants love interest ? who knows !

tiffany tries to flirt with love interest only to get pushed away, friendzoned, ect

anyways tiffany tries to frame reader for bulling only to get caught by love interest

"reader was bulling me and telling me i didnt belong here :("

"omg when was this ??"

"yesterday at 5 pm :(("

"..me and reader were in theater rehersal...."

"did i say yesterday ? i meant 2 days ago sorry !"

"...we were at our band practicing for our concert."

"..oh"

-🍰

ok this is a great prompt butttt by the time reader's love interests start coming around Tiff's out of the picture! maybe I could do a tiny headcannon where reader stays around long enough for this to happen??? but before literally anything I really wanna start working on Chapter 1!!!! Thank you Cake Anon!!! I can't use emoji's bc im on my laptop :(

"Young and Beautiful"

Prologue

ya'll, I cannot sleep with my arm in this stupid cast, so i started rereading "the great Gatsby" (my comfort book) and i got this idea. i know, i know, i have 3 unfinished fics buttttttt i'm injured and this is my blog and i have free will so i'm writing this. This is yandere romantic batboys and bruce x reader. BUT set in the roaring 20's. Send in asks, requests, ideas, and just what you think about this! Likes, comments, reblogs and asks are encouraged and keep me going! Love yall <333. This is written in 1st person, reader is recalling events in her journal. This is a rough draft for the prologue! Sorry if it doesnt make sense, i'm high off pain meds writing this bc i'm BORED.

The first time I saw Jason Todd, he was nothing to me Just another boy in my father’s estate, covered in dirt, hands rough from labor, his bruised knuckles proof of a fight he hadn’t won. His blue eyes were sharp, full of something wild, something untamed, something that made you bristle, the kind of fire you knew to stay away from, even at 12 years old.

The first time I spoke to Jason Todd, two years after I saw him, I thought he was filth.

He was a boy covered in dirt, his hands stained with mud and the smell of horses, his knuckles raw from a fight he clearly hadn’t won. His face was sharp, bruised, skinny and too wild for someone who worked under my father’s name. He was nothing, just another street rat lucky enough to be given work in my father’s stables, another nameless stray that old Mr. Wilkes had dragged in from the gutters of Gotham. He smelled like sweat, hay, and something sharp, something angry.

I was fourteen years old and wore pearls around my throat, a silk dress with delicate lace at the sleeves. My father’s estate stretched over rolling green fields, our mansion standing tall like something out of a dream. My mother’s hands were soft, her perfume sweet, and I had never known hunger or want. My world was a world of glittering lights and expensive champagne, of high society and grand parties, of people who smiled with their teeth but whispered behind painted fans.

Jason Todd did not belong in my world.

Yet, somehow, he slipped in like a stain on silk.

We met on the back steps of the estate, where the stable boys cut through to the gardens. I was waiting for my automobile when he nearly ran into me, boots dragging dust over my polished shoes.

Jason Todd? He was filth beneath my shoes.

Or at least, that’s what I told myself.

Because the first time I met him, he nearly ran into me.

He didn’t bow like other servants did, he didn’t apologize profusely and beg for forgiveness.

He barely even looked at me before muttering, “Watch it,” like I was in his way.

I had never been spoken to like that in my life.

I hated him immediately.

I took a startled step back, wrinkling my nose at the smell of sweat, hay, and horse.

The nerve.

I straightened my back like Daddy told me to when I wanted to look serious and I tilted my chin up as I stared down at him. "Excuse me?"

Jason smirked, slow and lazy, eyes glinting with amusement. "Did I stutter?"

I had never wanted to slap someone so badly.

Instead, I remember turning and walked away, forgetting my plans of going into town, heels clicking sharply against the stone, vowing to never look at him again and to hate him forever, no matter how handsome he was,.

That vow didn’t last long, especially when he took off his shirt.

Jason was everywhere.

I saw him at the stables, his shirtless back slick with sweat, muscles shifting under tanned skin as he worked. I saw him sneaking apples from the kitchen, disappearing into the trees, laughter on his lips. I saw him in the streets, fists flying, always coming back with fresh bruises, always alive in a way no one else was.

And then, you heard about him.

"That stable boy got into another fight," the maids whispered. "Damn near killed the other boy, apparently the other kid got smart about his lady."

At the time, I thought the strange burning feeling in my gut was disgust at even hearing Jason's name. Now I know, what I felt was pure jealousy, not knowing the 'lady' Jason nearly killed a boy over was me.

"He’s trouble," my mother warned when I asked about him at dinner. "Keep away from him, sweetheart."

"He won’t last long here," my mother sighed. "That kind of boy never does, no matter how much of a soft spot your father has for him."

My father pitied Jason, told me I oughta be nicer to him like I am to the other workers (he would regret that statement soon.)

He had no one. No mother, no father, no family, nothing but the clothes on his back and determination. He had what my father called "the look of a man who'd rather die than fail" and my father respected that.

But Jason did last.

I hated him.

Hated the way he smirked at me from across the gardens, like he knew something I didn’t.

I hated the way he never bowed, never apologized, never treated me like the others did.

I hated that when I was alone, when my father’s friends spoke about marrying me off to the sons of their business partners, I thought of Jason Todd instead.

The first conversation I had with Jason Todd was after I had fought with my father.

It was about marriage. About duty. About a boy I didn’t love.

I ran into the garden dramatically ignoring my father's desperate calls, pearls at my throat, tears in my eyes.

And Jason was already there.

Sprawled under an oak tree, cigarette between his lips, watching me like he’d been waiting for this moment all his life.

"You rich girls cry over the dumbest shit," he muttered.

I whipped around. "What did you just say to me?" How dare he speak to me like I was any other girl, like this wasn't my home, like he didn't work for my father.

Jason pushed himself up, boots kicking up dirt as he smirked. "You ever go to bed hungry?"

My breath caught. He had a point, you were privileged.

"Ever steal to survive?" His voice was low, teasing, sharp. "Ever wake up in the morning and wonder if you’ll still have a roof over your head by sundown?"

I didn’t answer, for the first time in years I felt something close to shame.

Jason tilted his head, his eyes gleaming with resentment. "Didn’t think so, princess."

I hated him. He made me feel childish. He humbled me. He burst my perfect bubble.

And I loved him for it.

I loved him for making you feel something real.

And that was the beginning of everything.

I loved Jason Todd.

I loved him when he me you out of the house at midnight and made me ride my horse bareback through the fields.

I loved him when he knocked the rich boy who called me a tease's teeth out.

I loved him when he threw pebbles at my window on the third floor and scaled the walls to my balcony.

I loved him when he kissed me for the first time at 14 under the summer stars, hands gripping my waist, mouth desperate against mine.

"You’re my Jason, my Jaybird," I whispered against his lips. Corny, but nothing felt better to say, especially when I saw his face.

Jason smiled like I had given him the whole damn world.

And he? He was my whole world.

When Jason was seventeen and I was fifteen, he walked into my father’s grand house, dressed in his best suit, nervous but determined and proud, his hands clean for once, his boots polished.

He asked my father for my hand in marriage. He asked my father for my hand and I thought he would say yes. Daddy always thought he was a hard worker, called him a real good sport.

He stood before my father and said, “I love her, sir. I’ll make her happy. Give me a chance. I ain't got much now, but one day I will. I'll give her what she's got and more.”

My father just laughed.

“Boy,” he said, shaking his head, “she’s not meant for men like you.”

Jason left that night, whispering a promise against my skin.

"I’ll come back for you, I'll be great. Be a man like how your daddy wants, rich and proper, he'll have to say yes."

I waited, god knows I did.

I wrote letters to the last address he gave me every single day.

For five years. Till I turned twenty. I never looked at another man, I had my Jason.

I waited for him to reply, fought off suitors and pressure from my mother. I waited for a reply, that he was coming soon, that he missed me.

I waited.

And my Jaybird never came back.

My father loved me.

He regretted turning Jason away five years later, when I still refused to marry. He never forced me to marry, not even when the years passed and my suitors grew frustrated with my refusals.

He saw my misery, my longing and admitted, “I should’ve said yes. I should’ve let you have him.”

He thought my Jason was a passing infatuation, he wondered what people would say about his daughter marrying the stable boy.

He wished he saw my love for Jason sooner.

But love wasn’t enough to keep the debt collectors away.

I knew something was wrong when my father began to look stressed, when my parents began to argue, and when I heard my mother cry herself to sleep after selling her favorite pearls.

My father was going to loose everything all at once.

The steel business wasn't what it used to be.

And then suddenly, Bruce Wayne arrived like a knight in shining armor.

He was older than me, 18 years my senior. Refined, powerful, and dangerously charming.

And most importantly, rich. He was exactly what I needed to stop my family's fall from grace.

Bruce courted me like a gentleman.

He sent roses every morning, took me to the finest restaurants, whispered in my ear about a future where I would never want for anything again.

He was patient.

He never forced me to love him.

He only asked for one thing.

"Let me take care of you."

I kept Bruce waiting for three months. All I could do was think of Jason. I knew he was not returning, that he either was dead or found some other pretty girl to make promises to.

I told myself love was not enough to fill an empty stomach and keep my parents happy like they did for me.

I told myself that Jason Todd was not coming back to save me, yet each morning I woke up waiting for a letter or pebbles thrown at my window.

After four months of courting, I decided.

And at twenty, I became Mrs. Bruce Wayne.

Jason Todd never sent me a single letter, but I still dreamed of my Jaybird even as I looked at the massive ring on my finger.

OKKKKK SO WHAT YA'LL THINK??? CONTINUE OR DELETE??? FLOP OR BOP? SEND IN ASKS!!!! I MISS YALL! THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING ROMANCE W JASON AND BRUCE. I REALLY LIKE THIS AU!!!! WHAT DO YALL THINK IS GONNA HAPPEN? SORRU IF IT SUCKS OR DOESNT MAKE SENSE, I'M SO HIGH BRO.

BE NICE PLEASE, I'M IN PAIN! THIS IS NOT EDITED OR PROOF READ.

There aren't any two people matching each other's freak the way that Jude and Cardan do.

imagine motorsports at the olympics, max would single handedly retire after the netherlands would make him hold a flag on a boat in heavy rain and wind for 4 hours straight. charles would get 3 close up shots during monaco's introduction to the point the director would skip mongolia and montenegro. the french would make pierre and esteban set a bridge on fire. team uk would make lewis hamilton wear something ugly

Yo I’ve been thinking about this, and what if reader goes on this like down world spiral. After all this shit happened with her family and her love life being shit. She goes to get help for some who isn’t her family. AND it’s none other the Queen of Green herself PAMELA ISLY

YEEEEESSS the one and only Poison Ivy, like outta all the people she would definitely be able to help reader with new powers. And in the process of helping her, I feel like reader and Ivy would form like a mother daughter bond. Ivey would definitely be a good parent and WAAAAY BETTER than the bat fam.

Ivy would definitely help reader not only with her power but with her self image to. Like she has no real positive females in her life. She would start have more like self respect in since because now she has someone who cares for her. Not only as an image on the family but as a person with feelings.

It also accounts in my mind that at some point like when reader stops trying with her family,and Tiffany tries to “pick up”. Reader almost basically moves in with Ivy and does all the things she wanted with the bat family with her now. I like the idea that Harley and Selena are like cool Aunties and she calls them that ,and Ivy her Mom.

And when the bat fam realizes that Tiffany is basically everything the reader said she was. She’s already got a new life with the BIG 3 and Ivy makes sure that DINT TOUCH her baby snake

Because in the end the best revenge is when they can’t get to you all

Period, Thank you for your time 🖤🐍

ok girl this would EAT as an AU. It's not where I plan on going with the plot butttt I might get around to writing it!! if i do someday, ill tage you! thanks <33333

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