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SOARING NIGHTS

☆〜𝑶𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑮𝑹𝑨𝒀𝑺𝑶𝑵 & 𝑵𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑩𝑶𝑹’𝑺 𝑲𝑰𝑫!𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹〜☆

☆Summary: when one late night ends with soaring across the town.

★Genre: fluff/short story

☆Note: this is fully platonic work, just saying this to those who are VERY overthinking. Reader is gender neutral and black, African American of all shades. This can also be poc!reader friendly.

Word count: 248

“This is so not a good idea, but this is so awesome!” Y/n exclaimed. Oliver was holding them bridal style, usually he holds them by their arms.

They both had snuck out, during the late night of summer. Due to y/n talking about a light show with fireworks.

So Oliver thought why not just take them to the firework show during this night. And here they stand, will more like fly as Oliver makes sure his hold isn’t tight on his best friend.

“Yeah! But this is a good idea because we can go see those fireworks you want to see.” Oliver flew slowly to a roof. Leaving them both there to stare into the dark sky despite the colorful lights below.

“Yeah.” They said with a soft voice. Oliver looked towards them, smiling happily before looking forward.

“I’m glad you’re my friend y/n.” Turning towards the [light/brown/dark] skinned kid. Y/n looked back at Oliver with a huge grin.

“I can say the same to you Oli.”

The two children hugged each-other as fireworks exploded in-front of them. Y/n let’s go of Oliver to watch the fireworks.

“Woahhhh…” Oliver says, his eyes shining with the lights. You were also watching it with light up eyes.

“It’s beautiful….” You and Oliver said at the same time.

“What are you both doing out here?!”

You and Oliver turned around scared as there was mark in his pajamas, looking worried and angry.

“Uhh.. trying to watch the light show?” You said slowly, but nervously.

That led to make narrowing his eyes furrowing and having you and Oliver flying from an angered Grayson who soon grabbed you both.

You two were grounded, but at least the show was worth it!

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Anonymous asked:

werewolf!reader:*on the phone* Hey Mark is this you right here in this alley?

Mark: Babe if you see someone that's looks exactly like me go the other way!* Already flying to his location*

werewolf!reader: Who is this???* Another variant mark clinging on to him*

Y/n stood there as he called up mark, not really knowing what to do what a similar looking person that looks like his boyfriend as the variety snuggles against thick body. It’s almost like the variant is purring as he grips harder onto the male.

“Mark.. is this you in the alley??” Y/n says as his wolf tail is now low with his ears flatten against his head.

Mark on the other side sounds like he’s clearly flying with haste as he narrows his eyes and brow. Heart racing with adrenaline and concern for his werewolf boyfriend.

“Babe… if you see someone that looks exactly like me. Go. The. Other. Way!”

Y/n pulls the phone from his ear to look at the variant who clearly is getting more possessive the minute as he smiled insanely.

“.. who is this?” Y/n says unsurely as the variant is then bull rushed by the mainstream mark

Werewolf!reader works here!

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Anonymous asked:

can we get some jack and batbro love? ;-;

(if you want to ofc. amazing writing either way 👍)

#jack quinn #son of joker and harley #son of harley and joker #dc x reader #dc fluff #dc imagine #dc comics x reader #dc x male reader #damian wayne #damian wayne x reader

ᯓ★𝑩𝑬 𝑨𝑮𝑮𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑽𝑬!

𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 (𝐎𝐂) 𝐗 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐎!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

⭑.ᐟ Synopsis: aggressiveness is the key

⭑.ᐟ Genre: enemies to lovers oneshot

⭑.ᐟ Info: this OC is an OC I’m written for my own amusement. He’s the son of Harley Quinn and joker. Full name, Jacklyn Oswald Quinn. I got bored. Reader is the twin sister of Damian, but Damian is the older twin of course. Im only a writer so you can imagine who he looks more like but all I can is he is handsome canonically in my head and anything. Boy’s crazy but handsome. yes that guy is the face claim I picked.

⭑.ᐟ Word count: 1,291

You despise that boy! Ever since you and your twin brother, Damian, arrived in Gotham, you never imagined you would be the first duo of Robins ever. It’s unheard of—two Robins fighting crime side by side, but that's exactly who you are.

But let's get to the point: you hate Jack Quinn. The boy joker. Joker Jr.—whatever name he tries to claim. Your disdain for him ignited the moment he mocked you.

With his painted clown makeup, dyed green hair, and piercing blue eyes, he embodies everything you can't stand. Right now, you’re locked in hand-to-hand combat with him, and there’s no holding back.

You ran up towards him, holding twin sai as your weapon, Jack Quinn laughed loudly, mocking you as he did a bunch of backflips.

“C'mon short stack, show me what you got, birdy,” he says, his voice a little raspy, but you paid no attention to it. All you saw was his head on your sai.

You leaped up to him, a crazed grin on his face as he jumped back. “Hah! Try again—” You had cut him off, tackling him as you started to punch his face in.

As you straddled him, Jack couldn't help but laugh as you did this, his nose bleeding and face bruised.

“So!” punch “cute!” punch. Midway through your nth punch, Jack flips you over, his tall frame towering over your small one.

“You’re a pathetic excuse of a man, dude.” his hand going to squeeze against your neck, and his eyes darkened as he couldn't help but chuckle darkly at how he could feel your heated gaze staring through his skull.

Before he could fully choke you out, Damian appeared above him, slamming his two hands that were balled together onto Jack’s head.

That knocked the boy joker out, leaving Damian to tie him up and help you up.

You glared at the boy joker, wanting to kick him down before Damian dragged you from the unconscious body of him.

“Control your anger. Batman wouldn't approve of it.” Damian said shocked as you turned to him with a more angered expression.

“I control my anger?! Very shocking when you tried to kill Nightwing!”

While you and Damian argued, Jack woke up, flicking his wrist to magically appear a card and cut the ties off. Rubbing his head before walking off, not wanting to be between two Robins chirping at each other.

This led to Bruce grounding you both, you both needed timeout.

★

But as years went on, you and Jack’s so-called hatred for each other grew more. Or so you thought.

When he talked, his voice was deeper, more raspy. Jack held a detonator, a crazed grin as he laughed seeing explosives around a bank.

“Man… It's finna rain!” he said to himself, his thumb itched to press it down, not caring if he blew up with it.

Suddenly a Batarang hit his hand, cutting it through his gloved hand as he held it to his chest tightly. Another was thrown, breaking the detonator. Groaning in annoyance, already knowing who it was, he turned to see you. The other Robin rather than your twin.

“Birdy.” He says with annoyance and fake friendliness. “You should know, not to peck at the wrong tree.” He says, pulling out cards.

You narrow your eyes and drop to the ground to where he was. He threw the king card down, letting it blow up when you were too close to him.

Laughing, he takes off. He bolts with impressive speed, vaulting over a fence with ease. You, on the other hand, can’t manage that due to your height. You mutter a few choice words in Arabic before opting for the quicker routes.

When you finally caught him, he wore an odd grin. “So, this is it for me, shorty? The clown versus the bird. Quite the tragic ending,” he exclaimed, swaying from side to side in an exaggerated manner.

“Enough with the games. I’m done with your nonsense.” As you approached him, Jack shook his head, a determined look in his eyes. “Honestly, if you weren’t a Robin, I would’ve considered dating you, Birdy,” he said playfully, hands firmly behind his back.

You grabbed him by his suit, pinning him down and grabbing cuffs, “Shut. Up.” You said lowly, the boy joker couldn’t help but giggle.

“Rough, I see, Y/N Wayne.” Your eyes widen, and you nearly drop the cuffs as Jack smirks at you. Taking your shock for granted, he did a weird breakdancing move, moving you back as you jumped back.

“Bye, cutie!” he yelled, tossing something into the air. Smoke erupted, filling the space. You instinctively covered your nose and charged into the cloud.

He was gone—just like that. Overwhelmed by anger, you hurled a trash can, oblivious to a certain clown boy watching with a smirk from a distance. “He’s so aggressive for someone so short,” he commented, amusement in his tone.

★

You were much more explosive than Damian, without a doubt. As demon twins, he had managed to temper his rage over the years, but you remained fierce and unyielding.

Jonathan Kent, Damian’s best friend, dared to compare you to that infamous ninja turtle, Raphael.

You scoffed at the notion, but when he pointed out that like Raphael, you wielded twin sai, you shot a glare at Jon, who cautiously flew behind Damian, trying to shield himself. You knew one thing for sure: you were unapologetically aggressive.

★

But despite everything, you don’t know how the hell this happened. One minute you and Jack were fighting, and you gave him a swift roundhouse kick. He blocked the harsh texture of your combat boots with his arm.

In the next moment, you were fiercely kissing this outrageous character. He grinned as he pulled you in, your arms tightening around his slim waist.

It was a striking sight—Robin, the sixth one, passionately making out with the son of the worst criminal, right there in the alleyway.

After you broke the kiss, Jack took hold of your face, admiring the way his red lipstick marked your lips. Your flushed cheeks and heavy breathing were undeniably captivating. He couldn't resist letting out an adoring coo.

“Looks like the bird found its seed to eat, huh, puddin'?” He teased, and you rolled your eyes in response.

“Enough with the joking.” You pulled him closer, kissing him fiercely, pressing him against the wall with a determined intensity.

You knew you were walking a fine line.

★

“Dick. I think I fucked up.” You said as you walked into your older brother’s room. Dick was on his bed listening to music before he turned it off.

“What’s wrong, Raph?” It was that ridiculous nickname the family had decided on after Jonathan made that comparison.

“...I kissed the Joker’s son,” you replied, biting your lip, a mix of embarrassment and resolve flooding you.

“WHAT?!” he shouted, making it clear for the entire manor to hear. “HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!” He seized you in disbelief.

“It just happened!” you shot back. “And stop yelling!”

“You stop yelling!” Dick countered. The two of you volleyed back and forth until Tim stumbled in, groggy and irritated.

“Guys. I’d like to sleep, so can you please keep it down?” You and Dick exchanged guilty glances, muttering a quick, “Sorry,” as Tim retreated to his room. With the noise now silenced, you and Dick found yourselves at a loss for words.

“Well, you’re Bruce’s son. He had Catwoman and—”

“I’m not going to entertain this right now,” you interrupted, stepping away. You needed to think and figure out your next move.

You were in a precarious situation. An obsessive clown now had his sights set on you, all because you refused to back down.

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⋆˚꩜｡𝐁𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐓

𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 (𝐎𝐂) 𝐗 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐎!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

AU: athlete!Jack Quinn x nerd!batbro!reader

Synopsis: when over hearing a couple of guys trying to jump a certain bat, he shows them a real bat.

Genre: oneshot

Info: this OC is an OC I’ve written for my own amusement. He’s the son of Harley Quinn and joker. Full name, Jacklyn Oswald Quinn. I got bored. Reader is the twin brother of Damian, but Damian is the older twin of course. Im only a writer so you can imagine who he looks more like but all I can is he is handsome canonically in my head and anything. Boy’s crazy but handsome.

Warning: possessiveness, violence + blood, yanderish ofc

Word count: 1,571

On a slightly cloudy day, the bell at Gotham Academy rang sharply, signaling students to get to class. In one particular stall, a Wayne and a Quinn were unmistakably present.

Jack kissed you hard, his lips crashing against yours. The glasses you wore were getting fogged up by how hot it was getting.

Jack broke the kiss, his lips lingering against your neck as his hands gripped your hips tightly, leaving a mark that was sure to bruise.

He didn’t care; it was just a sign that you belonged to him. As he glanced at your dazed expression, a low chuckle escaped him.

“Already lost in space?” he teased, his naturally hoarse voice pulling you back to reality. You shook your head, unwilling to speak, wary of what might spill out.

“Hm, looks like the bird doesn’t want to chat. That’s fine,” he said with a smirk, giving your lips a soft peck before locking his gaze onto yours. He squeezed your hips again, firm and possessive.

“Alright, nerd. Get to class.” With one hand, he swung open the stall door and nudged you out. You rolled your eyes while adjusting your uniform, unable to hide your irritation.

“Such a gentleman,” you shot back, sarcasm dripping from your voice. Jack leaned against the sink counter in the bathroom, rolling his eyes as he dismissed you with a wave.

“Whatever, sweetheart. Just consider yourself lucky I went easy on you this time.” A crooked smirk spread across his face as you shot him a pointed look.

“Fuck off,” you shot back, turning on your heel and leaving him alone in the bathroom. “Love you,” he called after you, his tone dripping with mock sweetness. He relished your frustration, savoring the taste of your lips lingering on his. But his smirk vanished as two of his teammates entered.

“Well, well, well, look who it is—the baseball captain,” Joseph said, flashing a smug grin. “Wilkins,” Jack replied flatly, his expression unchanged. He turned his attention to the other teammate, a guy with a bandage on his face and messy black hair. “Elijah.”

“So, how's it going with Daisy?” Elijah asked, glancing around the stalls, making sure they weren’t overheard. Jack raised an eyebrow, shoving his hands into his pockets as he stood tall.

“Me and her broke up. On good terms,” Jack stated firmly. Wilkins let out a disbelieving hum, but he shrugged it off. “Damn, so you’ve been single for, what, four months? What happened to the guy who could get any girl he wanted?”

Jack pushed Wilkins back, irritation flashing in his eyes. “Back off,” he growled, his voice resonating with a deeper edge.

Wilkins stood there, visibly taken aback as he collided with Elijah. “Hey, take it easy!” Elijah exclaimed, trying to diffuse the tension. Wilkins collected himself, nodding in acknowledgment. “Seriously, man, are you and Daisy really on good terms? You seem a bit too fired up.” Wilkins shot back with a grin as he and Elijah exchanged a high-five.

Jack felt a wave of irritation wash over him, and he scrunched up his nose in disdain. With a deep sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes shut tight. “What do you want?” he demanded, his tone leaving no room for nonsense.

The two boys looked at each other, “We’re planning on getting someone. A lil jumping session.” Jack scoffed, getting ready to leave.

“First of fucking all, why tell me. I don't fight anymore.” Jack starts to leave, opening the boy’s bathroom door.

“It's Y/N Al Ghul-Wayne!”

Jack paused, his eyes widening. The two boys smirked, “You wanna join us on the beating him up? He didn't apologize for bumping into us in the hallway. Little shit talked back so we’re gonna give him shit.” Elijah finished talking when Jack fully turned around.

Cold dark blue eyes stared at them before he gave a crooked smile.

“Sure. I’ll join you guys.”

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“Brother,” Damian states firmly, holding the silverware with a tense grip. “Your boyfriend is here.” You raise an eyebrow, giving him a fake skeptical look. Already preparing to lie.

“Boyfriend? I don't have a—” Jason held Jack by his black hoodie. Jason has a bloody nose and Jack has a shit-eating grin, showing his canines as he purrs for you.

“Hey, listen up.” Jason forcefully tosses the blonde-haired boy into the room. “Y/n, you and your rat have exactly five minutes to talk, and after that, he’s out. I need to see Alfred,” he states, locking eyes with Jack, who simply cackles in response. “Round 2? Someone's eager, old man.” Jason’s eye twitched in irritation before he exited the room, leaving you to sigh at the two of them.

Damian followed Jason, refusing to acknowledge the annoyance of your so-called “boyfriend.”

It was just you and Jack now, and he pressed himself against you, his breath mingling with the clean scent that surrounded you. “You took a shower,” he stated, clearly reveling in the way your body responded with each movement.

You had flicked his forehead, cursing in Arabic under your breath. “Stop being weird, beloved,” you said firmly despite the softness of your face.

Jack pressed his lips against yours, then placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I can’t help it; I just have to admire my cute boy.” He purred, anticipation building as he prepared to join you in bed.

But just as he was getting comfortable, your foot made firm contact with his chest, leaving him momentarily breathless.

“Oof!” he hit the ground, but after a moment, he pushed himself up with a wide grin, his tousled blonde hair a testament to the impact. “You know, if I had known you were going to hit me, I would have made a point to let you win.” You rolled your eyes, removing your glasses and fixing him with a steady gaze.

“Spit it out, Quinn. Why are you here, you never come through the front door.” Jack’s face fell to match your seriousness.

“Of course babe. Okay, some guys are scheming to catch you off guard and try to jump you. But I ain't lettin' that happen.” Jack stood up, cracking his neck, and his signature crazed smile reached his face.

“I’ll deal with the guys,” he moves towards you, cupping your face. “and you just stay here, being your cute little self.” rolling your eyes despite melting at his touch, you nodded. Giving him a soft kiss on his lips, Jack almost broke the small kiss for a make-out sesh when Jason burst in with his gun.

“Alright! You wanna date my little brother and break my fuckin' nose!?” Jack jolts from you, “AW MAN! YOU RUINED THE MOMENT!” Jack then hops out of your window, not caring for the height as he knows how to break his fall. Jason rushed downstairs, “HE’S DEAD!” you could only sigh.

Laying down Titus walked into your room and hopped on your bed.

“At least you aren't that protective of me.” Titus barked before yawning with you.

♦︎

Elijah and Wilkins entered the alley, completely unaware of the dark eyes watching them intently. Jack’s deep blue eyes stood out sharply against the usual hue of his surroundings. With a ski mask pulled tight over his face, he was ready for this.

In his strong right hand, Jack gripped a bat, swinging it confidently over his shoulder. Perched on a fire escape, he had the perfect vantage point, having lured them to this very spot with a message claiming he had you cornered.

“Where the hell is he at?” Wilkins said, squinting his eyes around the alley. Elijah nodded, “Like dude, I know Jack is such a fuckin' weirdo. But jeez.”

Jack paused before descending, his voice low and deliberate. “So I’m weird now?” he said, his deep, rough tone prompting the two boys to pivot and face him. He tapped the bat against his black Nike Air Forces with a firm rhythm.

“Yknow. I never liked you both, never did. But hey, life is life.” Wilkins and Elijah stared at each other before starting to run, already knowing how batshit crazy the blonde boy can be.

Jack hummed a tune as he walked, “Run little piggies! Run!” he called out, his voice sending shivers through their body.

The moment the two boys thought they were safe, running into another alley. Jack grabbed Elijah around the corner with his hand showing his veins. Elijah let out a scream before he was out of view from Wilkins who stayed quiet.

Wilkins covers his mouth, scared to even speak.

There was a clear loud BANG of the metal bat hitting a skull. Wilkins heard no more noises, no screaming or footsteps. He stayed still until he looked down to see blood pooling below his feet.

He couldn't help but yelp, but that was a grave mistake as he turned around to see crazed blue eyes, and a bat swinging at him.

It was too late as the bat hit him on the side of his head. Cracking his head wide open.

“Gotcha! Two little piggies down.” Jack hummed, taking off his ski mask. His full black clothes, not showing any blood which he liked.

He hide the bodies, humming a tune, throwing away and burning the clothes he freshly bought along with the ski mask and gloves.

And now he is crawling back to you for your warmth.

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𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 (𝐎𝐂) 𝐗 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐒!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

⋆˙⟡ Synopsis: the times his quick relaxes came to life in the sack of love.

⋆˙⟡ Genre: fluff/oneshot

⋆˙⟡ Info: this OC is an OC I’m written for my own amusement. He’s the son of Harley Quinn and joker. Full name, Jacklyn Oswald Quinn. I got bored. Reader is the twin sister of Damian, but Damian is the older twin of course. Im only a writer so you can imagine who he looks more like but all I can is he is handsome canonically in my head and anything. Boy’s crazy but handsome.

⋆˙⟡ Word count: 1,380

There’s times when jack’s relfexes came to life, simply because of love. Or just because. He’s been trained harshly to be on his feet, always aware of surroundings. So of course he’s quick.

FIRST TIME.

It was late at night, and you found yourself cuddled up at Jack's place. He held you close, his strong hands firmly gripping your hips, pulling you against his slightly tanned body.

Jack hummed contentedly, burying his head into your neck, savoring the sweet scent of your perfume that lingered in his mind. After a moment, he pulled back to get a good look at your calm face—you were already asleep, nestled in his shirt. A smile spread across his face.

“So adorable,” he murmured, his fingers gently caressing your cheek. He could easily spend hours just watching you, and though it might sound a bit obsessive, he couldn’t help it.

Eventually, he shifted back, laying his head on his pillow, but exhaustion washed over him too quickly. He couldn’t shake the thought—why were you such a wild sleeper?

Suddenly, he felt you start to move, too much for comfort. He turned his head just in time to see you teetering on the edge of the bed. “Oh shit!” he whispered loudly as a rush of adrenaline shot through him. Just before you could fall, Jack swiftly grabbed the back of your shirt, his hand showcasing the definition in his forearm as he clenched the fabric tightly.

You were still completely out of it, snoring softly, and Jack breathed a sigh of relief, pulling you back to safety. He positioned you on top of him, wrapping his arms securely around you. He chuckled softly, bemused at how you remained blissfully unaware of your precarious position.

“Such a clumsy bird,” he said affectionately, kissing the top of your head. Instinctively, you snuggled closer to him, deepening his resolve—he’s never letting you go.

SECOND TIME.

During the patrol, you navigate the rooftops using your grappling hook with purpose. In costume, you instinctively overlook a boy joker flicking cards between his fingers from a distance.

“And the cards just keep going,” he says in a low rasp, his voice vibrating against his throat like a frog. Without hesitation, he trails you from afar.

You stop atop an apartment complex, pulling out your binoculars to scan the streets. To your left, you're met with the painted face of the Joker. Not shocked by his presence, you maintain a stoic expression, locking eyes with him until he chuckles.

You attempt to kick him, but he catches your leg before it can hit him. “Easy on the kicking,” he says, letting you retract your leg. The boy joker smirks, taking your binoculars. “Hello puddin’, what brings you out here on this beautiful night?”

With the binoculars resting at his side, he tilts his head, displaying a Cheshire grin. “C'mon, crack me a smile, puddin’,” he urges.

“I want to know what you’re doing here, Jack,” you state firmly, cutting to the chase. Jack pouts, his dyed green hair swaying in his face as he runs his fingers through it.

“Jeez, can't a guy see his girlfriend once in a while?” He hands back the binoculars, but despite his playful tone, you sense something deeper. You take the binoculars from him, frowning as your stoic facade begins to slip.

“I’m sorry, Jack… It’s just—”

“Hey, it’s alright… I understand, baby,” he interrupts, moving closer, aware of the stress you’re under balancing your normal life with being a vigilante.

“Maybe you could let me help you with this,” he suggests, smoothly sliding behind you. You feel his glove brush against your suit as he lifts your hand, covering it with his.

“I don’t want to bother you,” you reply.

“You won’t bother me. You can’t annoy me, love.”

You begrudgingly admit how he manages to thaw your resolve. You hate it, yet you find yourself leaning into his warmth as he kisses your cheek.

“There you go, relax,” he whispers in your ear, his hands making small, soothing circles on your stomach. You chuckle, feeling a ticklish sensation that prompts him to grin wider.

“Haha, ticklish, isn’t it?” he teases.

You nod, pushing his face away from you. “Stop it. I still have a patrol to finish.”

“Yes ma’am,” he replies, the smile refusing to leave his face.

“Guess I’ll see you another night?” he asks, squeezing your hand gently. You nod assertively, “Of course. I’ll see you another night, Jack.” The moment he releases your hand, you pull out your grappling hook.

The boy joker watches you launch off, his smile lingering as he walks away.

“She’s so adorable…”

THIRD TIME.

On a relaxing spring afternoon, you stood confidently in a sundress that flowed beautifully in the wind and fit you perfectly. Jack, on the other hand, was in a black hoodie, baggy jeans, and sneakers. The contrast between your styles was striking. You both had shed your nightly alter-egos, but this outfit choice of his was pushing your limits.

You shot him a pointed look, arms crossed firmly across your chest. A nice white shirt would have sufficed, and you could have tolerated the baggy jeans. But a hoodie? That was crossing the line.

“Babe, it's not that serious,” he said, trailing close behind you as you strode purposefully through the streets of Gotham City. “I expected you to look somewhat presentable for our date,” he added, sensing your irritation and watching you speed up with determination.

“You need to choose your words better,” he replied while maintaining your pace. “I can't understand you and your formal words.” Jack quickened his step to walk beside you, his blonde hair ruffled by the wind as you approached the busy sidewalk.

With your arms still crossed and brows furrowed, you could feel Jack’s frown. He sighed, trying to lighten the mood. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry babe. I’ve got some cash in my wallet. I’ll get you anything your cute heart desires,” he said quickly, his Brooklyn accent more pronounced as he fumbled through his pockets.

Thank goodness, despite his unbearable mother, he has money to spare. While he rummaged for his wallet, he glanced up and noticed a guy staring at you. You appeared completely unaware, raising an eyebrow at Jack, confused about his sudden pause. Jack's expression darkened as he pushed aside thoughts of the money and stood tall next to you. “So, puddin`, how about you just grab my wallet and head to the café?”

You scrunched your face, giving him a skeptical look. “Why would I leave you?” Jack let out an exasperated groan, then pressed his lips against yours for a quick kiss, steering you into the bustling crowd as people flowed past.

“I need to use the bathroom, alright?!” he shouted, feeling the weight of everyone’s stares. Without hesitation, you bolted away, not wanting to draw any attention to yourself because of his embarrassing outburst.

Jack muttered under his breath, “Never using that excuse again…” His gaze darkened as he observed the man from before tracking your movements. Determined, Jack took a different route, swiftly navigating through a shortcut. Thankfully, his mother had trained him well in maneuvering through tight spaces. He glided through the alleyways, spotting the guy lingering at a distance.

Smirking with a dark expression, he ran at the man, superkicking the male before backflipping away. The man fell to the ground, dazed before Jack couldn't help but chuckle, grabbing the male by his legs.

“Should've kept your eyes to yourself. Ladies don't like a creep man.” he stares down the man like a worm, ready to execute the man, he hears your voice.

“Jacklyn Oswald Quinn.” Your voice was firm as you stepped into the alley, hand on your hip, eyes fixed on Jack, who stood there looking defeated. “I could’ve managed him myself. You should’ve just told me what was the problem.”

You strode toward Jack, who let out a quiet whine. “But baby…” he began, his raspy voice lingering in the silence of the alley, the only other presence being the unconscious man on the ground.

“No.” Jack sighs as you grabbed his hand, he’s such a sucker for you. “No fighting, no killing, no nothing. You have to keep your sanity leveled.” you scolded him, dragging him to the cafe.

“Yes ma’am…”

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⋆✴︎˚｡⋆𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

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𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 (𝐎𝐂) 𝐗 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐎!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Synopsis: during the latest nights, come the terrors of dreams. Only the warmth of love can heal his wounds.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Genre: reverse comfort/angst to lime(?) idk I just felt like writing something like this

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Info: this OC is an OC I’m written for my own amusement. He’s the son of Harley Quinn and joker. Full name, Jacklyn Oswald Quinn. I got bored. Reader is the twin brother of Damian, but Damian is the older twin of course. Im only a writer so you can imagine who he looks more like but all I can is he is handsome canonically in my head and anything. Boy’s crazy but handsome. THIS IS THEM AS OLDER VERISONS

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Word count: 899

Blood spilled all over his hand, body shaken as he looked over your body. Gasping for breath, he drops to your body, “Babe.” his voice comes out dry and more raspy than ever. He turns over your body to see those lifeless eyes.

The eyes he never would want to see. He felt himself get punched in the gut, feeling the air get more out of him.

“Wake up… wake up please..” his voice was weak and cracking. He pulls you to him, not caring for the blood soaking himself.

“Please… I can't live without you.” he finally breaks down when no words, no pulse comes out of you.

Slow claps are heard, and Jack looks up to see his father. Joker laughs maniacally, walking over as Jack shakes with anger now.

“What did you do? What did you do to him!?” Jack gets up, his eyes dilated with rage, moving over to the man that he never cared to get along with.

“Me?” joker says placing a flat hand against his chest before a crazed grin appears on his face.

“But sonny boy, it was all you that did this. I mean, look at your hands.” Jack, still breathing heavily looks at his hands to see a knife in it. Eyes widening, he drops it as quickly as his eyes widen.

“You killed him, Jacklyn, you killed your boyfriend. The big bad bat’s son.”

Joker is magically behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“You’re just like me. You’re my son, Jackie.” joker moved from him with a slick grin.

“I'm not like you, you fucking bastard.” Jack cursed under his breath to not see Joker there anymore. “Face me like a man!” Jack spread his arm out, ready to face Joker as he looked around.

Just then, a tight hand grabbed his throat, squeezing it hard. Joker has started to choke him out, Jack clawed at the tight hold on his neck.

“Remember the first time? It was as if it was yesterday!” joker exclaimed, starting to laugh his ironic laugh.

Jack spits at Joker’s face, and the smile on Joker’s face fades. “You. Ungrateful brat!”

Joker slams Jack down, not giving Jack a chance to get up, he is soon kicked in the ribs.

Jack groaned, turning his head up to meet a gun facing him. “I hate to do this.” he paused before smiling. “Actually I won't.” a scowl is written on his face as Jack looks towards your body. Jack goes to crawl towards it despite anything, his adrenaline spiking up.

He heard the gun cock, and that's when everything went dark.

♢

Jack sits up abruptly, gasping for air. He quickly gathers himself, his body glistening with sweat. He grips his neck, a steely expression etched on his face. “Fucking bastard,” he growls, his raspy voice cutting through the silence.

He glances to his side, where your usual presence in the bed is disturbingly absent. His eyes widen as he throws off the sheets and springs to his feet, racing downstairs of the condo.

“Y/n!” he calls out, the name unfamiliar but urgent on his lips. As he reaches the bottom of the stairs, he scans the kitchen and spots a figure that resembles you. His eyes narrow with focus, and he strides toward it.

He grabbed a knife and pulled the figure close to his body, eyes serious as his blue eyes went dark. Pressing the knife against their neck, he was suddenly flipped onto his back. That seemed to snap him out of it as you glared at him.

You were wearing an oversized shirt and boxers, your head messy. You grabbed and put the knife up, letting the male stay on the floor

“What’s up with you?” you asked firmly, Jack's chest rising. “Babe, is that you?” Jack says slowly, standing up from the cold tile floor.

“Yes? Who else would—” Being interrupted, Jack kisses your lips long, passionate, and desperate. He pushes you against the counter, your eyes were wide before they closed. His hands gripped your hips, lifting you effortlessly up onto the said counter.

“That's all I need to hear.” his voice is low, and he kisses your neck, from under your chin to your collarbone. He stood clear in between your legs, he paused what he was doing, looking at you with soft eyes. With unkempt blonde hair and soft blue eyes, he looked like he finally was at peace with you.

“What… did you have a bad dream?” you questioned him when he tried to kiss you again. You pushed his head, making him whine as he pushed your hand from his face. He grabbed the hand, kissing the open palm of it.

“Doesn't matter, what matters is I need you,” Jack said, grabbing you from the counter as you shouted with concern. You were over his shoulder, limp as you kicked your feet back and forth.

“What?! It's 3 am! Jack! Jack! Jacklyn Oswald Quinn! You put me down this instance!” hitting his back, Jack could only purr his words.

“Doesn't matter. I got time for you anyways.” Jack said lastly as he laid you down on the bed. His body towering over you, you whimpered when he started to get on top. Kissing your lips, he covered your eyes, letting you only feel as he sucks on your neck.

“Just let me have this moment.”

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🗝️⋆.⚚.⋆꩜.ᐟ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘

You are a dark angel, a fallen one by choice. You never imagined your descent would lead you to the most chaotic place imaginable: Gotham City.

Your dark wings and long hair covered your nude body, your body had no specific genitals showing either. It was as if you weren’t even a person. Which was true. You weren’t human before you died.

God shaped you in his image, crafting a being of purity and stunning beauty unique to your skin. You navigated the city with an effortless grace, unconcerned by the curious glances from those around you. Your wings, neatly folded against your back, remained a testament to your restraint, refusing to disrupt the human world.

Yet here you are, being interrogated by a masked figure cloaked in shadows—a hero seeking to question your intentions. It isn’t long before you realize this man is none other than Bruce Wayne, who effortlessly welcomes you into his home with just a few words, offering you warmth and clothing.

Now, you find yourself ensnared in the confines of the bat cage, a gilded prison. Bruce, with his charming smile, showers you with compliments, delighting in your presence while keeping you hidden from prying eyes. He believes that perhaps, through your gentle nature, you can help him atone for his numerous sins.

Then there’s Dick, ever the clingy one, full of youthful energy and determination to maintain peace among his siblings. But in your quiet moments together, he confesses his inner turmoil, revealing the depths of his thoughts as he relaxes next to you. Your comforting presence soothes him, and he finds solace in your ability to simply be there, unburdened by the weight of his responsibilities.

Jason, on the other hand, plays a different game. He may seem aloof, but there’s an undeniable obsession lurking beneath the surface. He greets you sparsely, yet his gaze lingers, making it clear he’s tangled in thoughts he won’t reveal. You attempt to break through his facade, but he retreats, caught up in his internal struggle, even going so far as to sneak his clothes into your room, a twisted claim of ownership.

Tim presents a darker charm, his facade of innocence veiling a more complicated reality. He flaunts his technological prowess, boasting about his wealth and offering you a phone in a bid to keep you close, insisting it’s for emergencies. But you know it’s a ploy; his insistence weighs heavy with desire as he attempts to entwine your lives further.

Finally, we have Damian, the youngest who demands your focus unrelentingly. He thrives on your attention, often demanding to be close, believing it solidifies his status as the favored son. His possessiveness is glaring, and his affection is wrapped in demands, convinced that if Bruce were to marry you, you would never have to leave this sanctuary.

In this world he has crafted, you are more than just a companion; you are a focal point of their desires, each one drawn to the idea of keeping you close, securing a future where you are theirs to cherish and protect.

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Anonymous asked:

Can I request a platonic fic with a sayaka miki (madoka magica) reader or Terra (teen titans) reader with mark or the variants seeing them as a little sibling before angst hits the fan!! No rush tho take ur time!!

༉‧₊˚.𝑹𝑶𝑪𝑲 𝒏’ 𝑹𝑶𝑳𝑳

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𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂!𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐱 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

Synopsis: when a troubled teen comes into Mark’s life. He can’t help but view them as a little sibling. Wanting nothing to happen to them.

Genre: platonic fic

Info: reader is gender neutral, you can view them however you want them to look, even ignore the they/them pronouns

Word count: 1,449

“Get off my case, Mark!” you demanded, glaring at the hero hovering beside you. You stood on a floating rock, your hands glowing yellow with power.

Your hair whipped around you as Mark sighed, his hero suit glinting in the light. “Y/n, you need to calm down,” he said, his tone soft yet firm.

Scoffing, you accelerated your rock, thrusting back, “Shut up!” you shot back. Mark halted in mid-air, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. You were even more defiant than Oliver, and he knew how young you were. But he couldn’t stay angry; you had joined the guardians at just twelve, pressed into service by Cecil because of your incredible abilities to control Earth. He understood that it must be overwhelming for you.

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It all began with a massive earthquake that prompted Cecil to summon Mark to a devastated city for investigation. Mark swiftly took to the skies and arrived to find the area in ruins.

“Stay alert,” he thought as he maneuvered through the wreckage, surveying the damaged structures. Without warning, he was ambushed by a colossal rock.

The impact sent him crashing into a dilapidated building barely held together by a precarious thread. Shaking off the daze, Mark quickly regained his footing, narrowly dodging another massive boulder hurtling towards him.

“Who are you?!” a young voice yelled. Mark turned to see a small child, clearly a preteen, with glowing yellow eyes, effortlessly hovering thanks to a rock.

“Holy shit. It's just a kid,” Mark said, stunned, as the child raised a hand that glowed with the same vivid yellow, launching a rock straight at him.

Mark instinctively protected himself, and the rock shattered on impact. Just as he tried to catch a better glimpse of the child, they vanished. In an instant, you reappeared, zooming toward him with a roar. He groaned, gripping the remaining piece of rock while you manipulated the rock you controlled.

“You’re here to hurt me too!” Mark held onto the rock, raising a brow and shaking his head. This all reminds when he first met Allen. “What?! No! I'm just here to see who did this!” he yelled, you jumped off the rock. Mark's eyes widen behind his goggles, seeing your body move swiftly.

You looked at the ground, your body closing up to it, mark immediately flew towards you, ready to catch you except for a bigger rock holding you up that held a yellow glow around it. Your hair flew with the wind, a stern face with a scowl.

“If you’re wondering who did this, it’s because, IM THE ONE WHO DID IT!” Mark gets hit with debris of boulders and earth spikes.

“I. JUST. WANT. TO HELP!” He yells between words, trying to focus on dodging the earth you were practically throwing at him.

“Mark! What’s going on!?” Cecil shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. Mark turned to answer but was interrupted as he punched away the boulder you had just thrown at him.

“I’ve figured it out—the earthquake was caused by a kid,” Mark declared, his gaze locked on you. He noticed the tension in your fists, the mix of anger and fear in your eyes.

The ground trembled violently as pillars of rock surged upward, aiming to impale the flying male. Mark narrowly dodged the strikes, his focus shifting as he heard Cecil command, “Take the child down.” Mark’s eyes widened in shock. “I’m not killing a kid!” he shouted defiantly, pursuing you as you soared swiftly onto your rocks.

“Jesus mark, not like that. I ain’t a monster, just restrain the child and bring them here.” Mark calmed down and flew faster after you.

“Leave me alone!” You yelled, turning around with narrowed eyes.

“No! Just listen to me!” he shouted, sprinting after you as you hurled a chunk of the rock beneath you in his direction.

“Hey! Cut that out!” Frustrated, he lunged at you, taking you down from the rock and pinning you firmly. With your arms restrained by his, he recognized that your powers relied heavily on their movement.

“Listen, kid, I know you’re scared, but you need to trust me. I can help you.” He states firmly, his voice steady as he descends to the ground. You appear exhausted, fragile, and in need of support.

"I’m not afraid; I’m furious!" Your eyes blazed with a yellow intensity, and your hair billowed with energy as Mark was soon hit with a moving rock pillar from the ground.

Mark skidded across the ground, shaking his head. “Okay, maybe powers don’t just come from their hands.” He got to his feet, taking a stance while your eyes continued to glow. But there was a problem—your eyes flickered between normal and glowing, and you looked like you might faint.

Quickly, Mark seized you again, this time with a firmer grip as you protested loudly.

“Let go of me! You’re not taking me back, and you won’t hurt me again!” you asserted, feeling the weakness creeping in but determined to stand your ground.

“What are you talking about?!” Mark says, finally apprehending you, flying into the sky to take you back to Chicago.

“You’re with Slade right?! You’re here to torture me!?” You said with full hate, trying to kick at him. “Slade? Who the hell is.. never mind. Listen, I don’t work for this “Slade” guy okay? I’m only here to take you to a safe place, and you’ll just answer some questions.” Mark replies you didn’t know why, but his words bring comfort to how he isn’t working with Slade. And with that, you passed out, mostly due to exhaustion.

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After the battle between you and him, Cecil noticed how valuable a small child could be to the guardians, especially the teen team. But you're stronger than they realize. Cecil gave off weird vibes, but Mark was like an older brother to you.

He always made sure you ate well, trained adequately, and took care of yourself. When Mark informed Debbie about the events, she felt conflicted, but Oliver was eager to meet you right away. He thought you seemed cool!

And meet you he did. He rushed toward you, eager to see you were taller than him. With a touch of shyness, he asked you to demonstrate your powers. You confidently put on your boots, gloves, and goggles, ready to show him what you could do.

Preparation for your earthy powers. You first show them how you can “fly” in your ways, how you can use your hands, and mostly just concentration. Mark couldn’t help but smile at the bonding as you let Oliver get on one of your rocks and fly around as you held it up.

Mark noticed the progress you were making, but it was clear that this “Slade” guy had a strong grip on you. Whatever he did was leaving you anxious, especially when it came to sleeping at night.

One night, he was jolted awake by the sound of your whimpering from downstairs. His keen senses recognized your voice immediately. Without hesitation, he rushed down to find you with a scrunched face, sweat pooling on your forehead as you awoke, visibly frightened.

He walked over, his eyes softened, and he held you to his chest as you cried. You cried the first time he’s seen you being vulnerable. And it seemed that Oliver woke up as well.

Hugging you tightly with a frown, talking about how if he was to see this Slade guy, he would “teach him a lesson”. Of course, Mark gave the purple boy a stern look.

But he would also teach whoever Slade is a lesson, you’re just a child.

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In the present moment, he watches as you fly back to him, head held low as you settle into a crisscross position. Mark sits confidently on the rock beside you, a brotherly smile spreading across his face.

"Sorry, I’m just not used to this whole hero thing. I used to be, but it feels… overwhelming," you confess, a mix of emotions swirling in your eyes as you remove your gloves to reveal the scars beneath.

"Hey, it’s alright, y/n. I remember exactly how it felt when I first stepped into this role," he replies, pulling you into a firm side hug, your head finding a resting place on his shoulder. He watches as you take off your goggles and let them rest on your head.

"Really?" you ask, suddenly intrigued, your gaze shifting to meet his.

"Absolutely. Trust me, it’s a wild ride. Let me tell you how it all began," he responds with a laugh.

The rest of the day unfolds effortlessly, echoing the rhythm of rock 'n' roll.

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TAPPING OUT

synopsis. caleb graduates from the academy, but when you unexpectedly tap him out, a tradition where loved ones step forward to formally release a pilot from their duty, he realizes no achievement compares to having you by his side. (based on this.) word count. 1.1k an. loved doing this for codghost so i might as well do it for this man. lets pretend they have the tradition in their universe. okay? okay.

caleb stood in the crowd, his posture rigid and form still with precision despite the celebration around him. cheers echoed through the room, but they sounded distant, muffled. he watched as pilots, one by one, were tapped out by their loved ones. parents embracing their children, lovers reuniting in tearful hugs.

his chest tightened as his eyes scanned the room. he was waiting for gran, the one person he knew would come. gran had always shown up, had always been his anchor. he learnt not to expect anything more, not to hope for anyone else.

but then, like a shift in the universe, caleb felt you before he saw you.

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I’LL DO ANYTHING FOR THEE, DONT IGNORE ME

𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 (𝐎𝐂) 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

info: this OC is an OC I’m written for my own amusement. He’s the son of Harley Quinn and joker. Full name, Jacklyn Oswald Quinn. The works are either batbro!reader or batsis!reader. It can also be gender neutral as well.

HOKUS POKUS

WILL YOU BE MY PROM QUEEN?

LAUGHS AND BATS

DIFFERENT SIDES

BOOGIE MAN

MY AXE

HE’S MINE

KISSES N' LIPSTICKS

BANG! POW! BOOM!

SWEET N‘ SOUR

#dc joker #dc harley #dc harley quinn #jack quinn #dc x reader #dc fluff #dc imagine #dc comics x reader #dc x male reader #dc x female reader

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Anonymous asked:

OMG I NEED MORE JACK QUINN IM GNAWING AT MY CAGES AHHH ONESHOTS, STORY, KIDNAPPED TROPE ANYTHING AHHHG

۶ৎ𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐧’ 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐫

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𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 (𝐎𝐂) 𝐗 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐎!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

ᯓ★ Synopsis: it’s sweet when he cares for you, and then it’s sour when he wants to be funny.

ᯓ★ Genre: fluff oneshot

ᯓ★ Info: this OC is an OC I’m written for my own amusement. He’s the son of Harley Quinn and joker. Full name, Jacklyn Oswald Quinn. I got bored. Reader is the twin brother of Damian, but Damian is the older twin of course. Im only a writer so you can imagine who he looks more like but all I can is he is handsome canonically in my head and anything. Boy’s crazy but handsome.

ᯓ★ Word count: 826

It was a dark and stormy night, and you were dressed in matching slick pajamas while Jack wore grey sweatpants and a white shirt. You were at his condo, a refuge for him away from his father, The Joker. Or just from the world itself.

He sat entranced by the TV, oblivious to your approach with a bowl of popcorn. His blonde hair was damp, clinging to his forehead, and his blue eyes were lost in thought.

“Jack?” you called, breaking through his distraction. A smile instantly appeared on his face as you took a seat beside him, placing the popcorn on your lap. “Yeah, puddin'?” he responded in his raspy voice. But you shot him a look, one that immediately wiped the grin off his face.

“You’re not fine,” you stated firmly. “Just because you're the Joker's son doesn’t mean you have to be like him.” Your tone was soft yet resolute, and he leaned into your fingers as you brushed through his hair.

“Of course, baby…” he replied, his eyes softening with sincerity. You could see the love in his gaze as he pulled you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist.

Your thighs pressed firmly together as you locked eyes with Jack, exuding confidence. He leaned in and gave you a quick peck on the lips.

“Alright, what movie are we watching this time?” he asked, diverting his attention to the bowl of buttery popcorn.

“I’ve picked The Exorcist. It’s the perfect choice for a dark and stormy night,” you declared confidently, wearing an assertive smile. Jack couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You’re so cute, baby.” As you got off his lap, he started playing the movie you selected. You settled next to him with the popcorn bowl in your lap. The movie began, and Jack rested his head on yours, his hand securely on your waist as he took a generous handful of popcorn and stuffed it into his mouth.

When it gets to the part of Regan spider walking down the stairs with blood in her mouth, you can't help but cringe. In fear, of course, it was so scary, a spider walking down the stairs, blood dripping from her mouth.

Jack noticed this, inside he was smirking, realizing this was such a good boyfriend moment. On the outside, he frowns, pushing your head into his neck.

There you smelt his woody scent, you also felt his breathing pattern. “It's okay baby, I'm here,” he says softly, his natural hoarse voice soothing you.

Throughout the movie, you were relaxed against the blonde-haired male, as he was your protector from the scares of the movie. Finally, it was midnight, Jack yawned, stretching his arms whilst looking at you.

“You good, babe?” he asked, noticing your calm demeanor, even though he knew your feelings about horror movies despite being the one to choose them.

“I’m completely fine,” you replied confidently. Jack raised an eyebrow and stood up from the couch, prompting you to look at him directly.

With his hair finally dry, he added, “If you say so, I’ll be in bed waiting for you. Just wash the bowl, alright, love?” His tone was soft yet firm. Nodding, you stood up and walked to the kitchen, hearing his footsteps as he headed upstairs.

You prepared to wash the bowl, filling it with soup and warm water while scrubbing away the remnants of butter. You hummed a soft tune, deliberately ignoring the rain tapping against the window of the condo.

The room was dimly lit by the moonlight, creating a surprisingly relaxing atmosphere despite everything else. Once you finished with the bowl and dried your hands, you made your way to the stairs.

As you approached the bedroom, you halted, noticing the door was ajar. Jack wasn’t fond of closed doors—or even slightly open ones. You raised an eyebrow and approached the door cautiously, calling out his name with a mix of concern and curiosity.

“Jack?” you said softly, pushing the door open. The bed was untouched, and your heart raced as you scanned the room, anxiety creeping in.

“Jack?!” you exclaimed, ready to turn and run when suddenly, Jack popped up.

“Boo!” he exclaimed, catching you completely off guard.

You didn't even scream, you punched him in his face on instinct, even flipping him onto his back. Your killer instinct ended before you could kick his head in, he yells for mercy with a slightly scared but amused face.

“Babe! It's me! Calm down puddin'.” he says. You scoffed and got off him. “Jack. That wasn't funny.” Jack couldn't help but laugh, standing up and dusting himself off.

“Sorry sorry, but you lied about being fine. You can't even handle scary movies,” he says, going to hug you, but you swiftly move from him.

“Nah uh. Nope, you’re sleeping on the couch,” you said firmly and laid in the bed, ignoring the kicked puppy face from Jack who whined.

“Noooo cmonnn…”

“Nope.”

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Anonymous asked:

MORE JACK X BATSIS READERRRR👹👹👹

۶ৎ𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐧’ 𝐋𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬

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𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 (𝐎𝐂) 𝐗 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐒!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝜗𝜚 Synopsis: testing different shades of lipstick, Jack is definitely the guy to be the test dummy, all for it, and all for you.

𝜗𝜚 Genre: Drabble/fluff

𝜗𝜚 Info: this OC is an OC I’m written for my own amusement. He’s the son of Harley Quinn and joker. Full name, Jacklyn Oswald Quinn. I got bored. Reader is the twin sister of Damian, but Damian is the older twin of course. Jack is older than reader by a year. Jack and reader are age 15-17 here. Im only a writer so you can imagine who he looks more like but all I can is he is handsome canonically in my head and anything. Boy’s crazy but handsome.

𝜗𝜚 Word count: 423

“Try my lips in the next shade, please. I'm begging you,” Jack demands, watching you apply another lipstick that perfectly complements your complexion.

“Jack, patience is a virtue,” you reply firmly, earning an annoyed groan from him as he sprawls back on your bed. His feet tap rhythmically against the floor in frustration.

You’ve been testing various shades of lipstick on him, leaving his face marked with a rainbow of colors. He’s been restless since he snuck into your room, clearly craving your attention.

“Babe, as much as I love you, you're driving me crazy here.” He stands up from the bed, looming over you as you focus on a new shade at your vanity of makeup and perfumes.

You can feel his presence, strong and undeniable, making you pause. You glance at him in the mirror and see his eyes revealing the impatience he’s trying to contain.

His hands slide over your hips, giving them a possessive squeeze as he leans his body into yours, his chest pressing against your back. He tilts his head toward yours, demanding your attention even if you’re still occupied.

“Listen, I’ll be a good boy,” he says lowly, his raspy voice sending a shiver down your spine. You couldn’t hold back any longer as you looked at him with soft eyes.

“Alright, fine,” you finally say, and a broad smile spreads across Jack’s face, his eyes sparkling with delight.

“Yay!” he exclaims, his excitement palpable as he gazes at you like you’re the one who created the stars. Without hesitation, he leans in closer, making you laugh at his eagerness.

“Alright, here’s your reward for being my little test subject.” You cup his face with one hand and give him a quick peck on the lips.

But just as you start to pull away, Jack insists, pressing his lips against yours with a newfound intensity. He draws you in closer, holding you firmly in his arms, craving more.

He licks the bottom of your lip, squeezing your hips, ending up with you gasping. He forced his tongue into your mouth, and you accidentally whined against his lips.

Jack has you on his lap when he finally has you on the bed with him, his lips leave yours, and you start to catch your breath. Looking at the boy who held a smug grin.

“Wasn't that amazing?” his voice low and hoarse.

Your mind came out of your shock, eyes narrowing despite the flushed expression.

You bonked him hard on his head, leaving him to whine.

“Owww!!”

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Just binge read the Jack x Batsis series, I'm LOVING the dynamic. THEYRE SO CUTE AND THE WAY HE JUST COMPLIES WITH BATSIS IS SO ADORABLE. (Post some more things about them 😼😼)

⊹ ࣪ ˖͙͘͡★𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞

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𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 (𝐎𝐂) 𝐗 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐒!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

Synopsis: don’t ignore him. He hates when you ignore him.

Genre: drabble/yanderish

Info: this OC is an OC I’m written for my own amusement. He’s the son of Harley Quinn and joker. Full name, Jacklyn Oswald Quinn. I got bored. Reader is the twin sister of Damian, but Damian is the older twin of course. Im only a writer so you can imagine who he looks more like but all I can is he is handsome canonically in my head and anything. Boy’s crazy but handsome. Yea the title is inspired by ICP. I love ICP.

Word count: 361

He would do anything for you. Anything. To capture your attention, he’ll beg, pleading as he gets down on his knees. His obsession for you has thrown him into a deep, relentless pit of longing.

Never would anyone in a million years expect that the son of Harley Quinn and the Joker would debase himself at the feet of the daughter of Bruce Wayne. Yet there he is, vulnerable, waiting for your gaze.

When you finally relent and give him the attention he craves, it’s as if he’s been given a lifeline. He drinks in every moment, nuzzling his head against your neck, intoxicated by the sweet perfume that clings to your skin. Your natural scent lingers in his mind, sewn into the fabric of his being.

Yes, he knows he’s crazy. You know it too. But if you tell him to sit, he will. If you ask him to be quiet, he will obey. You are his love, his one and only, and everything else fades away in your presence.

His blue eyes lock onto yours, dilating with intensity and obsession. The adoration radiates from him, mixed with an insatiable possessiveness. He’s never tired of you; every second without hearing your voice feels like an eternity. Your family can see the depths of his madness—he is completely yours.

He’s mentally unhinged, yes, but he’s not oblivious. He understands that this isn’t ‘true love’ in the conventional sense, yet he doesn’t care. This is his love. This is his way of confessing what you mean to him.

And no one can stop him. So please, don’t ignore him. It drives him to the brink, blurring the lines between reality and his fantasies. All he wants is for you to look at him, to acknowledge his existence. He desires you completely, and nothing less would satisfy him.

As he lays his head against your chest, staring up at you, you appear so natural, so breathtakingly beautiful. In that moment, he knows he has you—locked safely in his arms.

He wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world. So please, don’t ignore him. He simply wants to be with you, now and always.

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Trapped

𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑪 𝒀𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑬!𝑰𝑵𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑰𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑿 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑹!𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑫!𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

genre: Drabble

Synopsis: shifting through realities and universes, you’re trapped in one you think you can never get out of one.

Creating small pink sparkle bubbles, you stayed in your room with Oliver playing with trucks. Oliver looked over at you, it’s been months since you’ve been trapped in this world. Apparently these guys were fiction, and you came into this world as a nine year old. You sure are smart. You understand dimensions, universes, multiverses. But what you didn’t understand were your powers and how you can just stick to one world. So why in the world were you trapped here, with some half alien bug boy… not knowing mark put him on duty to keep watch on you.

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☆★ info！reader is a child at the age of 8-9 who has the ability to shift through realities/worlds/universes, shift to things into their own liking. Basically like atom eve but a chaotic user of shifting the person’s or something’s anatomy or aleast make things appear. After meeting Dick (yes from the DC Universe), he became a father figure more than a brother. Taking care of you and even having a room for you. Then you were forced to leave the world, making you join Mark and his family before the same thing happened.

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𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂!𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐗 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑!𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

ᝰ.ᐟsummary: getting into battle, they can’t help but worry. But as soon as you get hurt, it’s game on.

ᝰ.ᐟgenre: idk I just thought of this

ᝰ.ᐟinfo: you’re the protege of atom eve. This is gender neutral. Just letting this out here, the situation is clearly made up and is made for the amusement plot.

ᝰ.ᐟword count: 843

Getting into battle, Oliver was close by you. Oliver easily fending off these monster robots that oddly have blood. When you were with dick, you swore these kind of robots didn’t have blood.

You and Oliver had joined mark to fight with the guardians for this. Of course despite his contradictions, but you just want to help him. While you raised your arm, creating a barrier from a robot trying to punch you.

You skidded across the floor, letting out a sigh, you let go of the shield. Having it disperse into glitter, the robot reels his arm back to hit you. But doing a backhand spring, Oliver comes from behind you and punches the robot from you. Going through its entire body. The robot broke into pieces.

“Good job Omni boy!” You said happily with a wide smile, Oliver smiled happily at his little sister/brother and swoops over to grab your hand as you both flew off. “It’s kid omni-man!” “Whatever!”

Oliver now held you by your hands as you looked around the debris of the city. “Woah.. the city is trashed. But not like the usual.” Oliver looks down, tightening his grip against your hands.

“You’re right…” “hope mark’s okay…and eve.” You frowned, Oliver knew this as he looked at you. “I’m sure they’re fine n/n…”

Later on during these battles, you and Oliver finished your battles. You having to make a weapon out of thin air and throw at a robot, it got impaled into the ground whilst flew past you to slam a robot down.

You felt two presences coming, immediately your hair flowed in the air, turning around your hands lift up with glowing and glittering pink swords. But you yield to see it was just mark and eve.

“Guys!” Oliver float by you, smiling at mark and Eve. You both rushed over to the two, you ran over to mark who gave you tight hug. As Oliver goes to hug mark, you gave eve a hug.

“Let’s go, the other may need help.” Eve says, placing a hand behind your back.

The boys nodded, Eve has you on her back, making sure you were secured. You smiled, a little happy to be in battle.

Not because you like to fight or whatever, but to help others! You always wanted to help others, your adoptive father Dick Grayson in another universe showed you the life of saving lives. And here you now in another world saving lives with your other family of this dimension. But of course not everything goes to plan.

In the top of 10 minutes, the group has magically split up to an ambush. Here you are alone, fending off some robots. You made a bow and arrow out of thin air, the arrow glowed a beautiful pink glow with sparkles spilling from it. The bow was curved perfectly, you jumped back when the robot slammed its fist against the ground.

You fired the arrow, having it shoot through its head. The robot short circuited before fumbling to the ground.

Just in a heap of moment, you turned around to create a shield as one has snuck up behind you. You really wished for someone to come.

The robot kept punching the shield, getting tired of using your energy of holding the pink shield up. You let out a scream, pushing the shield against the robot. Having it push it back, you summoned a big hammer in your hand that says “Bang!” And with a swift slam, you slam the hammer onto the robot. The robot smashed into pieces, with relief, you let out a breath. You couldn’t help but notice you felt a little light headed.

Gripping your head, you failed to notice a robot walking towards you. Oliver had finally found you, liking frantic as he finally sees a pink suit. One that could resemble eve’s but more stunning.

“Y/n!” He yelled, you heard him. You heard him before you got smacked hard into a building.

“No!!!” The purple boy yells, feeling his heart drop. Head bleeding. Eyes closed. You were tired. And Oliver was angry.

Oliver sped over to the robot and slammed it down. “You. Hurt. Them!” He kept repeating punches to the damned robot. Not caring whatsoever about anything else but getting revenge.

He lifted his arm again, only for it to get grabbed. “Oliver. That’s enough.” Oliver pauses, looking behind him with teary eyes, mark had a clear serious face. Eve had your body in her arms. “I’m taking them to the med.” Eve says, flying off quickly. That left the boys to talk.

“I understand, I would’ve reacted the same way Oliver…” Oliver sniffles, rubbing his eyes. “I tried to protect them.. I tried.” Mark frowns, hating to see his brother like this, he wipes the tears from the boy’s face.

“You tried, and it’s not your fault. That just means that they’re not ready to fight along side us.”

“That just means we have to keep them trapped. Away from danger. They’re not like us.”

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