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𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞. the bat family meets the addams family

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. jason todd x addams!male reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. fluff, strong language, pet names, hesitant bruce, weapons, typical addams family behavior (homicide, dark humor, weird, etc), jason and reader being a simp for each other, the addams being wholesome as always, implied reader’s atheism (i think the entire addams are atheist tbh), mention of torture

𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊. wow, hades updated !! shocking, i know. i'm sorry for the long hiatus and inactive, i wasn't okay and it was difficult for me to write when my mind was in such a messed up state. mental health can be a bitch, you know :D i'm trying to recover, and went back on writing again. hope this was a good comeback.

FEM ALIGNED DNI !!

Letting his family meet you hadn’t crossed Jason’s mind at all until that very day when his annoying older brother caught him by the ice cream truck buying a dark chocolate and a mint chocolate flavored ice cream.

Dick was on officer duty patrol in undercover civilian clothes that afternoon, walking around the streets of Gotham in hopes of catching some shady business going around the city or just someone doing a simple act that goes against the law, being a good police officer that he is. Though, instead of seeing criminals like he assumed he would, his most rebellious little brother dressed in bad boy-ish clothes as usual buying ice creams caught his eyes.

He was supposed to walk right past since there really is no reason to approach Jason, but seeing him sit down next to a mysterious, old fashioned, well-dressed, expensive looking guy in all black with sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose and give the dark chocolate flavored ice cream to? Now, Dick certainly can’t walk past without knowing about you because he’s a little shit who just can’t help but stuck his nose into his brother’s business. That and, well, he also found you really cool. There’s not a thing in this world that can stop Dick Grayson from wanting to befriend someone who seems cooler than the Dark Knight himself.

So, in all his glory, Dick approached Jason with his usual charming smile dancing across his lips.

“Oh, god...” Jason groaned in annoyance as soon as he spotted the grinning male, rolling his eyes. Peace seems to never be an option whenever he takes you around the city for simple walks.

“Jason, are you uttering your all father’s name religiously or simply as an expression as of the moment?” Your elegant yet soothing, deep voice speaks out a sentence composed of well thought words and syllables, innocent curiosity behind the gentle tone.

Dick takes a mental note that your way of speaking sounded similar to the way humanity used to speak centuries ago, when everything was still old-fashioned and technologies hardly ever existed. It made him feel like you came from the past, as if he was witnessing the existence of a time traveler. Stopping in front of you two, he gives you a charming grin as soon as your eyes catches his. A hint of curiosity and wonder flashed within them behind the dark shades of your sunglasses before they were gone in an instant, replaced by a questioning look instead.

“May I help you?” You simply asked, but Dick doesn’t fail to notice the sudden drop in your previously soft tone and the piercing, calculated gaze holding wariness as well as subtle suspicion.

“Sorry, I’m Dick Grayson. I was curious about the person Jay’s hanging out with, I couldn’t help myself but approach.” He elaborates himself while trying his best to ensure he wasn’t a threat through body language, relaxing his figure. “I’m sorry if I freaked you out a little.”

Recognition flashed in your face, brows raising only barely to show subtle surprise, “Jason’s older brother. The name’s (Y/n) Addams. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” You smiled, and even something just as simple as that looked graceful in Dick’s eyes.

Somewhat unsurprisingly, you were enchanting to look at as everything you do or say was captivating. How Jason managed to pull you was beyond him.

“Nice to meet you too,” He says back with a soft smile.

Even though his little brother hasn’t introduced you yet to their family, at least you seemed to know about them. Hopefully, nothing unpleasant has been said, but Dick doubts Jason would hide his trauma from you, considering how he was leaning to your side now subconsciously, as if being away from you will bring back awful memories.

He was worried about his practically traumatized-for-life little brother living alone, but it appears he didn’t have to worry at all.

“What are you doing here, Dick?” Jason more of grumbled, annoyed that your date has been interrupted. Almost automatically, one of your hands move to settle itself on his thigh to give it a gentle and soothing rub to ease his growing annoyance, while the other held your dark chocolate ice cream that you had begun eating with clean manners. He relaxed in an instant after feeling your touch.

“I think you should introduce (Y/n) to our family, Jay.” Dick suggests with enthusiasm that didn’t match Jason’s, not really answering his question. “They would want to know who you’re going out with. We can all have a dinner together!” There was excitement shining in his eyes as he shrugged his shoulders, trying to remain nonchalant despite his body language practically screaming excited.

Your lover groans, “Why the hell do they have to know who I’m going out with?”

Amusement crosses your face as you smirked, licking off the small bits of ice cream that got on your lips. “I wouldn’t be opposed to that. I’m certain my family will be more than happy to meet them.” Jason gives you a look, to which you responded with an innocent smile. “Oh, mon amour. What could go wrong? I have been looking forward to meet your family, but you’ve never considered to bring me there. It’s a little concerning how you seem too hesitant to let them meet me.” You pout, feigning sadness.

Your lover widens his eyes, panic appearing in them as he gripped your hand that was on his thigh after realizing what you were implying. “That’s not what it looks like, babe! I just don’t want you to meet them ‘cause they can be a bit unbearable. Bruce is the worst person you could ever meet,” He scrunched his nose. “It’s not you I don’t want them to meet, it’s them I don’t want you to meet. There’s a difference. You’re never the problem.”

You chuckled at his quick attempt of elaboration.

Jason feels his cheeks redden at how deeply elegant and amazing your laugh sounded; it never fails to make his heart go haywire even after all this time. You manage to effortlessly make him fall in love with you deeper and deeper every day without even meaning to.

“Worry not, darling. I was just teasing you. I’m far from upset.” Reassuring him, your hand gently cups his cheek to rub the skin comfortingly. “Let me meet them once you’ve gotten rid of your doubts completely, my Jason. It isn’t necessary to rush.” You then let go of his face to push some of his hair away from his forehead before leaning back to continue eating the ice cream.

Dick witnessed a starstruck smile spread across Jason’s lips in an instant, the way his expression was so soft when looking at you, how his emerald eyes that usually held pent-up rage towards the world sparks brightly in love and adoration.

Huh. He’s never seen his brother this happy and content.

Maybe you are Jason’s one true love.

“Dick,” Jason calls out after watching you eat your ice cream with a barely hidden happiness. You looked happy to meet one of his family even though you haven’t said anything, and he was willing to throw away his pride if it meant making you happy.

“Hm?” Dick hummed, smiling when Jason glanced at you and looked back at him.

“Tell the others.”

That was all he needed to let out the excitement he was holding in, beaming at you two. “Right away, little bird!” He doesn’t waste a time to pull his phone out of his pocket, “I’m going then. It was nice meeting you, (Y/n). I’ll text you when!” He waved his hand and walked away, already dialling Bruce’s number.

Jason watched him go incredulously. “Did he just come here to convince me to introduce you?”

You chuckle under your breath, “Perhaps. Your brother has sorted out his priorities well.” However, a frown appears on your lips when you turned to Jason. “Do you genuinely feel comfortable letting my family meet them? We could always cancel, mon amour. There are many other fascinating activities we can bother ourselves with.”

Jason felt his heart swell at your gentle tone and concerned eyes, making him feel loved in many different ways. You don’t even realize that you’re slowly healing his troubled heart with simple things like this. He already knows you love him more than the Guillotine itself (which is a really big deal since nothing except him could ever beat your love for it) as you’ve always told him before, but the way you treat him, talk to him, and look at him just adds so much weight on your words. You don’t just tell him you love him — you show it in the most perfect, best, casual ways.

Intertwining his hand with yours, he brought it up to rest on his chest, hiding how overwhelmed he was with the love for you. “Like what, sweetheart?” Faint amusement laced his tone as he already knew the answer.

“Like slicing or shooting criminals, of course.” You winked before bringing your intertwined hands to press a kiss on his knuckles.

Jason laughs, and you admired the way he threw his head back to let the sound escape. “Knew you would say that!” He wheezed, before calming down to kiss your knuckles just like you did to his. “But it’s really fine, (Y/n). I want to introduce you and your family to mine.” His expression then turns apologetic, “ ‘m sorry if it seemed like I was keeping you in the shadows.”

You shake your head and leaned in to capture his lips in a peck, a gesture to let him know you didn’t mind. “If you were keeping me in the shadows, we wouldn’t be having a date out in the open where any of your family can see me. Don’t be apologetic, chéri. I’m nowhere near upset.”

Letting a smile break out, Jason leans in to kiss you more longer this time before pulling away.

Just like that, you both sat on the bench and ate ice creams in comfortable silence, holding each other’s hand.

Dick, Tim, Damian, Barbara, Cassandra and Stephanie all stood in front of the Wayne Manor with barely contained excitement, waiting for the infamous Addams family and Jason to show up.

Dick was mainly looking forward for his family to see the side of Jason no one had ever seen before, Tim was occasionally standing on his tiptoes to see if any car was nearing, and Damian was keeping himself still but his body practically trembled with excitement due to being a fan of your vigilante persona for a long time. Barbara had a smile on her face with a hint of nervousness, while Cassandra and Stephanie talked to each other to calm their nerves.

Even without research, the Addams family was quite the celebrity family in Gotham because of their richness that seemed to tie with Bruce Wayne, but moreover, they were rather infamous for being “weird” and gothic as those experts for minding businesses that aren’t their own paparazzi claimed. The Wayne family didn’t really need to dive into the deepest parts of internet in their computer; one newspaper — with the front cover of five people with gothic outfits standing in front of the big ass almost-castle-house — dedicated entirely to the weird family already helped.

Only thing they needed to research about was you, and surprisingly, it wasn’t hard to find information about your vigilantism — which is how all of them realized not only was Jason dating the person Damian idolizes more than his own father, but also the one who brutally tortured and straight-up dumped Joker into Arkham Asylum. Needless to say, it kinda made sense to them that Jason’s dating you, though Bruce wasn’t pleased.

The gates being opened to a black limousine caught their attention, making Cass and Steph break their conversation to watch the car drive closer before eventually stopping in front of them. A butler, who took them by surprise due to his seemingly inhuman looks similar to the Frankenstein monster, got out to open the door.

A man wearing a black suit with white stripes was the first to come out of the limousine as he smiles cheerfully at them, helping his wife to step out. Cassandra’s jaw dropped at the beautiful woman with black, long and silky hair who gives them an enchanting, almost hypnotizing smile.

Next to step out were a boy wearing black and white striped shirt and a girl who had her hair braided on two sides. The boy gave them an all too adorable friendly smile, but his sister only held a blank face as she observed each of the Wayne members. Finally, Jason got out together with you, all of them noticing your intertwined hands.

Your lover raised his brows, “Why are you all here?”

“Well, Bruce said we didn’t have to, but we wanted to welcome you here.” Dick shrugged, nodding at you. “Good to see you again, (Y/n).”

“Likewise, Dick.” You smile. “Greetings, ladies, gentlemen. The name’s (Y/n). This are my parents Gomez and Morticia,” Your parents greet them with a nod and friendly smile. “And my siblings Wednesday and Pugsley.” Pugsley waves his hand, enthusiastic to meet Jason’s family, while Wednesday crosses her arms above her chest and simply nods without a word.

Dick was grinning at your siblings because of their adorableness, not even the slightest bit bothered by Wednesday’s lack of emotion. Cassandra and Tim were gawking at Gomez and Morticia, how they seem so perfect and gorgeous, not only each on their own but together as well. Stephanie and Barbara beamed at you while Damian observed Wednesday and Pugsley, but there wasn’t any hint of malice or bad intention in his eyes — just curiosity. The Addams family sure are good looking individuals.

“Uh — hi,” Tim was the first to speak out of the Wayne’s, awkwardly waving his hand because of the fact he felt as if the Addams were ethereal beings due to their beauty. “You... You all look beautiful. I’m surprised.”

Wednesday’s brows raised as you tilted your head slightly to the side, looking confused. Morticia and Gomez exchanges a glance from not knowing what to say, while Pugsley smiled nicely at Tim despite the truth of being called beautiful feels like an insult. Yours and your family’s reaction immediately worried the Wayne children; none of you seemed pleased or happy with the compliment Tim gave, in fact, you kind of looked offended.

Seeing his siblings getting worried that they might’ve done something wrong, Jason clears his throat to catch everyone’s attention and successfully did so. “What he means is you all look deadly and loathsome. He wasn’t trying to offend you in any way, he just isn’t used to our ways of compliment.” He elaborated with a genuine look, and his siblings looked taken aback that he seemed really calm and gentle with you and your family. Jason have always had anger issues; his rage was explosive everywhere he goes and the main victims of it were criminals, but sometimes it was directed entirely at Bruce because of their unpleasant history.

He was never known as a calm person even in the family. Always seemed on edge, like a walking bomb that’s ticking every second, unknown by people how to stop it from exploding so suddenly. However, as Jason stands with you holding your hand tightly, his entire demeanor was almost completely different from what his family was used to. He was as calm as a wind that caresses the Mother Nature so softly in fear of disturbing her and as gentle as anyone who holds a little kitten in their hands — there was no ticking time bomb, just a soft man caring and pouring his heart and love out to his awesome lover. Jason looked comfortable around you and your family, extremely to the point that he hadn’t noticed practically calling himself an Addams. It made his siblings’ hearts swell with happiness.

“Oh,” Morticia sighed in relief, and even just that felt and looked so heavenly. “We’re sorry, my dear. We weren’t aware of that. I was afraid you found us tolerable.”

Tim chuckles, not really knowing what to say. He was visibly confused, though from what he was able to pick up on, negative comments seems to be taken as positive ones in your family. While most of them were confused just like Tim, Damian quickly understood how compliments worked within the Addams and smirked fondly.

Dick finally gathers his thoughts to clear his throat, “Well, let’s go in now, shall we?”

As your family nodded in sync, you turn to Jason while fixing your collar with the empty hand. “Love, do I look menacing? I have to look presentable when meeting your father. I despise looking good.” You stated, checking your outfit and trying to fix where you found unpresentable.

It’s rare to see you fidgeting and uneasy, making Jason smile. He knew you lose your composure only when it comes to him and it made him feel so loved, appreciated, and important. “You always look menacing, babe. Could scare off any children that passes by.” He compliments, bringing up your intertwined hands and kissing the back of yours.

The corner of your lips twitched up, squeezing his hand back as amusement and adoration shows themselves on your expression. “That’s very lovely. This is why I loathe you.”

The flirting between you and Jason was so natural that even Damian wasn’t affected by it — he’s mostly disgusted and cringed out when people flirt in front of him, but for some reason, Jason flirting with you didn’t bother him at all. Perhaps, because it isn’t a modern type of flirting where couples show disgusting amount of PDA or say things halfheartedly just to make their partner feel good, but rather, it’s one that uses old-fashioned yet romantic language which truthfully comes from the heart. You and Jason flirt with respect for each other, where neither of you objectify nor sexualize the other.

There was a clear unspoken understanding between you, which was shown in just this little flirtatious moment. The way you show your love for each other might be old-fashioned and out of ordinary in this modern day, but it’s honestly more romantic than any of the modernized ones.

“You two always flirt,” Wednesday spoke as she swiftly turned around to meet yours and Jason’s eyes. “It would’ve been more perfect if you were holding a human heart and giving it to each other.”

Barbara, Cassandra, and Stephanie all widened their eyes at her opinion — is she telling you to kill someone, take their heart out, and give it to each other to show your love? That wouldn’t be a romance anymore; it’ll be a dark romance.

However, you only shrugged your shoulders while Jason chuckled in amusement, as if that comment was as normal as seeing trees and nature everywhere. Neither of you were even concerned with what Wednesday said. “There’s precisely a possibility of that occurring, though it’s not yet now.” You responded calmly, as expressionless as Wednesday but slight amusement littered your tone.

The others tensed at your statement with the exception of Damian, who only smirked in pride, as they all remember the news of Joker getting dumped into Arkham Asylum by a vigilante that isn’t Batman. Like mentioned before, Joker was in a really bad shape when he was quite literally thrown into the Asylum, very visible signs of torture coating his body everywhere.

When Bruce visited, it was worse than how the media portrayed it to be. Tongue cut off, fingers broken and two missing, heavily concussed, several cuts along his face and body, and bruises covering most of his body parts. Worst of it all was that Joker didn’t seem like himself anymore; he does laugh — never had been a time when Joker didn’t laugh — but it wasn’t his typical laughter. All the mockery, self-confidence and cockiness weren’t there. Instead, fear and paranoia filled the laughter Bruce was so used to hearing. It was so uncharacteristic and very unlikely of Joker.

He’s finally put behind bars for good, but how the fuck can a vigilante absolutely destroy the Joker? He was indestructible yet you managed to break him so bad that his insanity got flooded with immense fear rather than the urge to kill everyone and everybody for no reason.

And as they stand in front of you now, none of them can even imagine how such a gentleman like you could’ve broke him completely. You seem so respectful, sweet, gentleman, and lovely that it’s almost impossible to believe you were the one who did it. But everyone should always expect the unexpected, right?

“Dick,” Jason’s voice snaps the oldest boy out of his own thoughts as he nods his head towards the door. “Let’s go in.”

The Grayson only hummed, turning around to open the door and gesture inside with his other hand, bowing a little to show respect. Morticia and Gomez smiled pleasantly and brightly, touched by his manners as they enter. Wednesday followed next with a usual expressionless face, and Pugsley said “thank you” first before entering, then Jason pulled you along with him at last. The door closed behind Damian who was the last to enter.

“Welcome,” Bruce immediately greeted as soon as all of your eyes met his, and your parents doesn’t hesitate to smile respectfully and kindly at him.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wayne.” Gomez steps forward with his hand extended to shake Bruce’s hand before gesturing to his wife standing beside him. “She’s my wife Morticia and these are my children. Perhaps, you already know about (Y/n)?”

Bruce’s unreadable gaze shift from your father to you, attempting to figure out your characteristics by just looking. However, despite the nervousness you’re feeling, you didn’t fail to compose yourself and appeal confident with the usual emotionless expression on your face. Your gaze sparkling darkly under the light made him feel uneasy somehow, as if you knew all of his dirty little secrets and his entire characteristics as well as personality and attitude without analyzing that much.

Truth be told, you heard Bruce’s attitude from Jason when he opened himself up to you. Your Beloved was extremely traumatized by what happened with Joker that it affected the way he saw the world; it should’ve been that way too with Bruce because he’s Jason’s adoptive father — yet what really happened was the complete opposite.

Bruce may not have had an ill intent of dismissing or ignoring what happened to Jason, but to continue living like Joker didn’t kill his second son made him unlikable on your list. You’re a very respectful person as Gomez and Morticia didn’t raise you to be an awful entity, and you would never want to go against your lover’s adoptive father — although, that does not mean you accept his morals.

Hiding the unsettled feeling building up in his stomach, Bruce attempts to smile at you and shake your hand. “So you’re (Y/n). I’ve only ever heard once about you.”

Only the corner of your lips twitched, a barely formed smile appearing as you shake his hand, eyes still piercing through him like a dagger. “And I’ve heard a lot of... things about you, Mr. Wayne.” The calculative tone in your voice set an alarm within Bruce’s head and he would’ve pulled his hand away from your grasp if it wasn’t for his conscious mind forcing himself to calm down. “Be not afraid — You’ll see no judgement here.” You gave him a pointed look.

Jason quickly goes behind you and wraps an arm around your waist, the soft look on him being noticed by everyone present in the room. “Babe, let’s have dinner first. You’ll absolutely love Alfred’s cooking. They’re hella tasty.” He compliments, winking at Alfred who stood at the side. Alfred smiled with gratitude.

Bruce notices the way a small bit of light shine on your dead-like eyes as soon as you looked at Jason. "Well then, may we?" You shift your soft gaze from Jason to Bruce as you tilt your head slightly to the side.

From then on, the peaceful dinner began with mainly your parents and Bruce sharing thoughts about their own children while the others watch with a smile as Damian starts a conversation with you, the one he idolizes the most. It's surprising to see Damian being really talkative — for the first time ever, he was being an actual child, asking you questions after questions with his eyes sparkling in joy. Not wanting to ruin this seemingly precious moment for Damian, everyone just decided to listen and chime in only once in a while when they feel like it. You were extremely patient with Damian the entire time he was bombarding you with questions, answering all of them without getting annoyed.

Jason felt relieved to witness the dinner going smoothly.

Truth be told, he was secretly worried about it turning into a disaster due to your vigilantism — Jason knew how Bruce felt about you after realizing you were the unnamed vigilante that nearly killed the Joker, and he thought Bruce would bring it up right away soon as dinner started. Luckily, he didn't. It made Jason sigh in relief and relax on his seat, smiling as he watched you talk with his siblings.

However, perhaps it was too soon to feel relieved.

"(Y/n), how long have you been a vigilante?"

Jason immediately froze at Bruce's question. The chit-chatting within the dining hall quickly falls into silence as everyone, too, froze — except the Addams family, who were still eating calmly and quietly, unbothered.

You first swallowed the food you were chewing before wiping your mouth elegantly with a napkin and not even hesitating to meet Bruce's piercing eyes. "Since I was a child, Mr. Wayne." You answered simply.

Bruce leans on the table, taking it slow. "Why did you become one?"

You felt Jason squeezing your hand under the table, as if to say you don't have to answer everything. Though, you still did. "One of our ancestors was a vigilante, although he was hanged alongside his wife's burning body when a rumour spread that she was a witch. He's quite the legend within our family, you see." Dick, Stephanie and Barbara's jaws dropped. "I could say I was inspired by him. Although the sole purpose of my vigilantism is to bring justice to those who were rejected, neglected, and ignored by our unpleasantly ridiculous, worthless justice system."

Feeling nervousness radiate off of Jason from how he squeezed your hand even more strongly, you gently hold and knead his hand to give him relaxation. After he stopped squeezing and slightly calmed down, you readjusted his hand so your and his fingers would intertwine with each other. You could feel him staring, but you never avoided eye contact with Bruce.

"To bring justice..." The Billionaire trails off meaningfully, as if it was something he wasn't expecting to hear from you. "Was that your way of bringing justice?" The sharpness in his tone clearly gave everyone an idea of what he's talking about.

However, despite the tension thickening and Bruce's eyes narrowing in judgment, you kept your composure with an expressionless face, nerves surprisingly as calm as water flows. There wasn't anything you were feeling at the moment, just the patience you need to deal with Jason's shallow-minded father.

"I'm most definitely certain yours and my understanding of justice varies." You immediately responded without missing a beat. Bruce's eyes pierced through you, but your (e/c) eyes were much worse. It was reading him thoroughly, looking into his soul, his mind, feeling as if you knew everything.

"Though, I must admit for everyone's knowledge, just so no one is left unaware — I tortured Joker not to seek justice for my lover, but to feed my vengeance and urge to revenge." Your dark eyes glinted in amusement under the lights as the confession slips from your mouth with no restraints, like you're just talking about nonchalant things. That's not the only thing that made a cold shiver run down everyone's spine; it was also the way your supposedly expressionless face completely shifted for the first time only to form a dark, prideful, egotistical look, accompanied by a smirk which obviously stated you weren't regretful.

Now, there's no way Bruce would take it lightly. Sensing the events had turned out more worrisome, Jason tries to tug on your intertwined hands. "(Y/n), sweetheart, we should—"

Your cold gaze avert towards him, and it softened only a bit. "Apologies for interrupting you, my love, but leaving our dinner without finishing them would be disrespect to the person who cooked them for us." You placed a gentle kiss on the back of Jason's hand to assure him. "Worry not so much. Your father and I are only getting to know one another."

As soon as your cold and piercing eyes returned to him, Bruce immediately feels an unsettling feeling in his gut as his heartbeat quickens. He could see it's easy for you to deal with him or this kind of confrontation — the dangerous thing he noticed about you is that you never lose composure and patience regardless if the situation at hand benefits you or not. The only time you've probably ever lost your collectedness was with Joker, whom you actually had every right to get absolutely livid at. You love Jason more than words could ever tell, Bruce can easily see that, but your actions not lining up with his morals made it difficult for him to accept you willingly.

While the Addams simply minded their own business by continuing to eat, the others couldn't find it in themselves to act like there was no tension rising in the air. They knew this confrontation was coming, but witnessing it unfold before their own eyes isn't easy. Most of them had to swallow the lump that formed in their throat, with Damian being the only one who isn't nervous in the slightest.

"Mr. Wayne, I have a deep understanding of your morals and the regulations you've set in this home... How none of your family is allowed to kill criminals." You stated with a smile that was barely visible, though respectful nonetheless. However, it instantly vanishes. "But I must remind you one thing — just because you believe your morals are correct does not make it righteous in any way."

That certainly struck a core in Bruce.

"We, humans, are incapable of finding the correct morals that all of humanity would agree on. You may believe your morals are absolute and there could be a wonderful soul who has developed the same belief as you, but it would never be everyone." Your hand gracefully gestures to the people in the dining room to emphasize your point before it comes to rest on the table as you intertwine it with your other hand. "You see, humans are not humans without distinctive differences, and pushing your own standards on others likely causes more harm than it should help put them in control."

The way you've said every word with such grace and elegance was nothing but fascinating as everyone found themselves suddenly voiceless. Your every gesture and move showed an exquisite manner no other human beings were blessed with, alongside your use of sophisticated language that silently told your high level of intelligence. Other than that, Bruce was speechless from how much your words contained truth and wisdom only a philosopher has. He had never seen nor met someone so wise as you.

Perhaps, that's why you're intimidating — every bit of your intelligence and attitude is your very own power no one else could ever have.

Taking a deep breath, Bruce clears his throat to find his voice and meets your eyes. "Are you implying I should accept how different yours and my morals are?"

"Precisely," You answered without hesitation, sipping the wine Jason had poured for you when the dinner started. "My morality is concerned with the victims, not the perpetrators nor myself. Your morality is concerned with your inability to control your murderous urges when committed." Bruce inhales sharply, making your eyes glint since he proved you right.

Gomez and Morticia smile to themselves as they felt proud of how you're always able to point out things others usually don't or can't. Despite your brutal honesty, there is clearly respect within the way you speak to Bruce, which is why neither of them stopped you from defending and proving yourself. Helping you was not in their options; they knew you can handle yourself perfectly fine with the number of times you've put people in their place physically or verbally.

"(Y/n), baby... It's okay," Jason quietly attempts to stop you, knowing those words were intentionally spoken to strike a nerve in his non-biological father.

He knew how your blood boiled when you found out Bruce didn't kill the Joker because of his ridiculous morality. He can still remember the way your eyes always darkened at even the slightest mention of Batman or Bruce Wayne. It took two years for you to overcome your wrath on the billionaire before you went after the Joker.

Before you could respond to your lover, Bruce caught your attention again with a simple question — "Why did you do it?"

You look back at him, seeing him staring at you and waiting for an answer. The corner of your lips lifted. "Well, wouldn't we do anything for love?" Bruce's brows raised at the warm look on your face, not knowing your face was capable of making such expression. "No one hurts my soul and live freely without heavy consequences." You shrugged, looking heavily smug.

Wednesday scoffed, "You should've just put a curse on him. It would have saved you all the trouble and exhaustion." She looked at you as if what you did was the most incorrect thing in the world.

"No, should've electrocuted him!" Said Pugsley with a grin. "It didn’t make me insane when Wednesday did it to me, but it could break his mind." Everyone's face shifted into a look of shock at the sudden revelation.

"Now now, children." Morticia interrupts, "What (Y/n) does to his enemies should be decided by him and him only. You don't decide for (Y/n)."

"Well, Joker hurt Jason and he's our brother. Nobody hurts my brothers and lives." Wednesday responded immediately with empty eyes seeking vengeance, stabbing the steak with a fork and making Dick, Tim and Stephanie flinch.

You threw a knife at her with a single flick of your wrist, just narrowly missing her face, stabbing the wall behind her. She doesn't flinch and instead gives you a look, which you ignore and reach for another knife to cut your steak with. "Manners, Wednesday. If you wish to stab something, search for someone that would be worthy of it, not a supper."

"You missed on purpose," Wednesday complains, annoyed.

You sarcastically smile, "Perhaps, I wouldn't intentionally miss again if you're respectful towards a supper."

She glared, "Miss again and I'll dump you in a paint full of pastels."

You just rolled your eyes at her tactics while Jason bursts into laughter, knowing how much you and your family hate pastels. To the Addams, pastels and joyful people are the most insufferable matters in the world. There's nothing you all hate more than that.

His father and brothers couldn't believe what happened in front of them. None of the Addams, even Jason, cared that you just threw a knife at Wednesday. In fact, your parents were far from concerned as they only watched with warm smiles on their faces, because truthfully that was just you and Wednesday bickering. It's nothing serious although others might disagree.

"Apologies for our children, Mr. Wayne." Morticia says casually after Wednesday had returned to eating her dinner, making Bruce turn to look at her. "They've always bickered even when they were just a child. (Y/n) and Wednesday in particular, they liked to attempt burning each other alive ever since hearing the story of one of our ancestors who got burned at the Salem Witch Trials. Children love those stories, you know." She places a hand on her chest, right above her heart, smiling at her children.

"Wait, hold on— You tried to burn each other alive?" Dick was the one who questioned what everyone couldn't find their voices to ask about, too shocked and horrified that attempting to kill each other seems so natural and normal within the Addams family.

"Yes, for the record." You answer without looking up. "Being burned alive is classified as the most painful, agonizing way to die, which is why it had been the perfect punishment for those who were accused of witchcraft in 1692 and 1693. My sister and I were intrigued to see whether this was a fact or just merely false information, so we would always attempt to burn each other in hopes of discovering the truth."

"Funny thing is, they never did." Jason cackles as Wednesday shot him an unamused look. "(Y/n) still wishes he could die being burned alive, though."

The corner of your lips merely twitched in a soft smile as you kissed the back of Jason's hand affectionately, eyes closed. "Have I ever mentioned I want you to do the honor?" You say with such a loving, adoring tone that Jason felt his heart swell, knowing this is somewhat a proposal that only an Addams would understand.

It was a traditional Addams way of showing they love the person rather than wrapping it up in just three words that rarely comes from the bottom of one's heart. You would die for him, and only he could bring your ultimate demise, no one else. You were offering him your heart and soul, as well as life, permitting him to hold and treasure it for the rest of your lives. It was an implication that you would dedicate your life to him with nothing in return — you will do everything for him. It’s easy to kill — you've nearly done it with the Joker — but it's not easy to live and die for him, but you will and you would.

Feeling overwhelmed with all the love you endlessly give and show, Jason couldn't help but hide behind his empty hand in an attempt to hold his tears in, always being emotional whenever he gets the love he doesn’t think he deserves. But he does. You've never failed to show him he deserves everything you offer. God, how did he even end up with you? You're so good to him, so loving and giving, Jason didn’t even expect you’ll be like this back when you two were just strangers building friendship. Jason can’t let you go anymore, and he would never even if you asked him to. He loves you just as much as you love him, although yours seem bigger than his.

The Wayne family witnessed Jason, the usually insufferable Todd who thrives off of violence, cry at the mere love and affection his lover gave. Jason was crying because you reminded him of how significant he was to your life. The big bad wolf, the ruthless Red Hood, the boy who had an immense thirst for vengeance, the boy whose blood is filled with utmost rage towards the world, was crying at the simple showcase of love.

And that’s how Bruce — no, his family — knew they failed to love him enough.

But they don’t have to make it up to him anymore. They can’t, because you’re already showering him with love and adoration and appreciation and everything he deserves. You did everything what they were supposed to do — what Bruce was supposed to do.

"Oh, mon amour..." You let go of his hand to gently hold his face with both hands, kissing away the tears that overflowed from his eyes. Jason stayed still, relishing how good you are, how soft you treated him as he gripped your gentle hands. Once you’re done kissing his tears away, he buried his face into your chest while wrapping his arms around you, embracing tightly. You kiss the top of his head, caging him in your arms as you gently run your fingers through his hair.

Jason closes his eyes within your embrace, inhaling your calming scent mixed with a cooling hint of cologne. It’s funny how you've always associated yourself with death and darkness, yet for Jason, your mere presence is a light at the end of the tunnel that makes him alive every day. "Thank you, (Y/n)..." He murmurs into your chest, barely audible, but heard by you nonetheless.

You gently scratch his scalp, not caring about your meals and attention solely focused on your lover. "For what exactly, chéri? I have not done anything for you to give me such gratitude, at least not that I remember. I have only been attempting to drown you in my love and affection, haven't I? Are they worthy of your gratitude?"

He chuckled, "You know damn well they are."

You tilt your head, a smile tugging at your lips. "Even so, do you truly believe it's significant for me more than just your presence?" Jason slowly looks up at you, his mesmerizing eyes meeting yours, before shaking his head quietly. A satisfied look crosses your face at that, "There you go. It isn't difficult to figure out now, is it?" Jason shakes his head, burying his face into your chest once again.

As you continue to comfort Jason, Damian stares at the sight with a weird look. "Todd is extremely quiet when he's around (Y/n). It's... weird."

Dick nudged him, "Hey, let him be. Jay's probably just very comfortable with him."

"It's still weird, though." Tim insists.

Barbara and Stephanie watched with smiles while you kiss Jason's forehead, too willing to accept you despite finding your family quite strange. People have different traditions and cultures anyway; they figured yours are just too extraordinary and unusual that don’t fit society's standards. Being different doesn’t matter when it's clear that you love Jason too much, in your own special way.

Cassandra glances at Bruce, who seemed to be in deep thought. "I don’t think you have any other choice but to accept him." Her voice snaps him out of his thoughts, "Look at them. They're very much in love. More than in love, I'd say. It looks like they were meant to be with each other. Like destiny's the one who wrote them together."

Bruce looked at the two of you, who obviously saw nothing but each other in your little world.

"Besides, he basically called bullshit on your morals. And you know all too well he's beyond right." Cassandra smirks, "I hope your pride doesn't get in the way of welcoming a new member, dad."

Bruce sighed.

Well, it's inevitable that you'll be a member one way or another. Cassandra was right about that, and although he didn’t want to admit it, Bruce knew he accepted you the moment you stood up against him. It’s not always there’s someone who is brave enough to speak up against the Bruce Wayne.

Though, he may have to teach you not to strangle literally every single person who mess with Jason.

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Hello! I’m the anon from before who talked about the “females DNI” thing. I was pretty tired when I wrote that, so I’m sorry if I came off aggressively. I have a pretty bad memory so I don’t know if I missed that you included the word fetishising in that disclaimer (“Fetishizing She/Her, She/They, Females DNI”) or if you added that in later. If I missed that when reading, I’m sorry, and if you added it in after I appreciate it, thank you :)

I did add it at a later time and it’s all good. 👍 I was aggravated also when I wrote that response so…

Price of a lie

Character: Reggie Mantle x male reader

Universe: Riverdale

Warnings: Break up

People who live double lives are almost always frowned upon. But they all have valid reasons to do so. Some might even be dangerous and still, when it comes out. No one likes it. Doesn’t matter which reason was behind it, only that they got lied to.

You never were a person to need that. For most people, you always were an open book. Nothing hiding, not even in your eyes. Every feeling you show is genuine. Not a single word muttered out of your mouth was ever a lie. People would call you `The pure one´, not as an insult or something, but because you never had any shifty motives, like other people had.

Like Betty, staying always so close to Archie, despite it being obvious, that she was in love with him but not the other way around. Or Kevin and Moose, they are able to fool most people, but not everyone. Their motive is a lighter one, to prevent their secret love of getting out. You were just disappointed in both of them, that neither brought Moose to end his relationship with his girlfriend, before they began to do stuff.

In your mind, nothing of this was okay. If you want something from a person you tell them, if you love someone you do the same. The truth is always something you saw not only as important but as mandatory.

For some reason, Reggie found interest in you. The school hotshot, who everyone wanted to be with, even if it only for one night. He was somewhat desperate most of the time, in many ways, but you never had a problem with it. You could manage him and even his father who was a total homophobe, could not hate you.

He hated what you were standing for but realized, that it wasn’t bad to be like you, which did not meant that he liked it. Slowly he became to tolerate people like you and you never asked for anything else. Because that wouldn’t be okay either. Tolerance is everything that is needed.

Sometimes you found yourself with his dad talking about sports and even helping him with his cars. Your own dad wasn’t around much, as a diplomat he wasn’t often not at home. But you and your mom, also did not want to go with him, so he comes back whenever he has time. Still your parents loved each other like they did on their first date. It was gross more often than not.

Still you knew, that his father was and still is abusive towards him. Nothing will change that, but you try to be there whenever something happened or be there, so nothing will happen. Because this man cares why too much what other people think of him.

All of this your personality, the honest and friendly one, as well as your perfect relationship, could’ve never prepared you for what just happened.

You stayed behind in school, to help with projects, until you lost track of time. It was late, maybe six or seven o’clock, the janitor would almost certainly kick you out any moment. Where Betty and Veronica, the wicked witch of the west, came by.

Both looked nervous, Betty obviously had cried for a little while.

„(Y/N), I have something you should see. But you should sit for it.“ You did not know what it was, if it was her broken voice, or the sympathy in it, but you did what she asked you to do.

„What is it Betty? You slowly begin to creep me out,“ you laughed softly, trying to brighten up the mood. But neither of the girls laughed with you, which only let your thoughts ran even faster.

Wordlessly they gave you a black book, you looked strangely at them, before opening it. There in big letter was written `PLAYBOOK´. So they stole they game book from one of your sports teams?

You already wanted to ask them, but as you glanced up both girls seemed determined that you would go trough it. With little hesitance you did just that. There were names of the football team members, besides them girl names, a comment, then points and at the end a date.

The first two names of the book were Chuck and Reggie, which was strange, because the date at the end of Reggies entry was way into your relationship, but at that point it wasn’t public yet, after his wishes, so you avoided him in school, to not lie to anyone or yourself.

As you got trough the book, Reggie’s name was overwhelmingly present in it. At some parts if even looked like he was the only one. But still you had no idea what this book was about.

„So and? For what are these points?“, you asked dumbly. You hadn’t read any of the comments, because you felt, bad to read something personal. But after Betty told you that this is a book over sexual conquests, your eyes almost immediately fell out. It only got worse, after she told you that you should open the last page.

It was different from the pages with the girls, above it stood only `Faggots´ and the entries were everything but nice. Not many players, had entries there, Chuck had two and Reggie had one. You. A comment that made you sick to your stomach. He described you as `used goods´, completely loose, like a desperate whore. He gave you three out of ten points.  The date was about your complete relationship.

Inside you felt completely crushed, heartbroken and betrayed. Outside you seemed completely unfazed, as if this hasn’t ruined your complete relationship in seconds. „Can I copy this?“

Both girls were visible disturbed by your nonchalant questions. They thought you would scream, cry or anything else, but you had other plans.

For some reason you slept that night like a baby. Betty and Veronica told you, when they want to show the evidence to your principal. So your plan began to form itself.

As any other morning after this beautiful night sleep, you came into school with a shining smile. Directly walking up to Reggie and nuzzling in his side, while he laughed about it, as usual. Him kissing the top of your head and swinging his arm over your shoulder. 

„Reggie, do you love me?“

„Of course Baby, more than anything!“

But now you knew it was a lie. The entire time, you felt so stupid for not realizing it earlier. How could someone you trusted this much, be such a scumbag? Still you waited fro the lunch break.  Everything needed to look like it was normal.

You kissed Reggie on his lips. Lips you once thought were only for you. But now you knew that they kissed dozens of others. His hand running down your sides, tickling you slightly, always fiddling with your body. Now you asked yourself how many others did he touched so lovingly? But the worst were his words of encouragement and loving side remarks. These meant nothing now. Just hollow phrases you were sure of, he told others too.

The day was a fas. It was the hardest thing in your life. But it wasn’t a lie. You still loved Reggie dearly. And you wished nothing of it was true. This changed at lunch, when Bett and Veronica vanished and you knew that this was the moment.

„Reggie do you love me?“ This time you asked him in front of all his little football friends.

„Of course I love you baby.“ He answered just as you had thought. Only this time you really saw the looks of the others. Some disgusted, other ashamed and one or two even with pity.

So you just took the copy of the entry out of your backpack and began to read.

„Reggie Mantle, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), a completely loosen up whore. Certainly not the first guy who used him. Begged me for it. Obedient whore, even let me piss on him. Three out of ten points. And look at this, a four year time span.“ You finished up reading and the looks of the guys at your table changed into horrifying glances in your direction.

„I mean not everything is a lie. Of course im used up, because I had daily sex with my know ex-boyfriend. But don’t worry, no other every touched me and will not in the near future. But obedient? Did you tell your little friends here, that I bind you to your bed and fucked myself with your dick, because you can’t handle it yourself? And five minutes is really not a goof time Reggie. And pissing? I didn’t even knew you had that kink, which would explain the stains on your bed, because you do it to yourself?“

Everything was now laid out. Reggie seemed completely devastated. The two guys that took pity on you, smirked at him, after you were finished with putting the dirty clothes out.

His shaking body after, he was about to start something, so you just silently stood up, let the page lay on the table and began to walk away.

„You can’t speak to me like this, Im your boyfriend, you have to obey-“

Before he could finish, you turned around, punching him directly onto his nose, which let him fall to the ground. „We are nothing Mantle. Have fun telling your father, I believe he will not be happy, to not have his second son at his house anymore.“

Now even Reggie looked horrified with his bloody nose, it gave you a sense of accomplishment. He paid the price of being a liar. And you were free, heartbroken and devastated, but free. Slowly the tears began running down your cheeks, as you made your way trough the hallways alone, with all the memories you shared with Reggie. But someday you will find a guy who truly treasures you. And the price of love will not be as high as this one.

Really happy to see this at my local library

I NEED A TASTE OF YOU (not proof read)

Fetishizing She/Her, She/They, Females DNI

Murdoc x Male reader x 2D (Seperate)

Smut Headcannon

Blood Kink, Marks, BDSM, Smut, Fluff

MURDOC

- Murdoc definitely seems like a person who would be rough in bed. He’s possessive wanting to claim you so people know your his.

- This man would totally bite you and have bite marks, scratch and hickeys all over you and you make you flaunt them. But I also feel like he would like a few hickeys and scratches on himself in return.

- Holy hell is Murdoc into BDSM? Yes, this man would have you tied up on the bed post dominating you. You’ll be crying with pleasure and be begging for his dick.

- He’s a huge tease especially if you’ve been a bad boy, It would be to the point that you have a cock ring on while he’s railing you from behind. He would fuck you dumb and you’d like it.

- I feel like he’ll have a blood kink but only if your into it and if you are expect a lot of cutting. But he would still be caution to not cut too deep or on a vain or something.

- Good thing about this man is that he has a soft spot for you and the aftercare you get spoiled. A bubble bath with him while he whispers sweet nothings in your ear. Rubbing your back the next day while treating you with breakfast in bed and some cuddles while watching shitty horror movies while laughing.

2D

- 2d is a softie and would be soft in bed. He would always check up on you if he thinks he’s too rough.

- He is a GOD in bed, this man is slow but sensual, he’s defiently a dom in bed but would 100% let you be a power bottom and just ride him on some days.

- If you want to do something kinky he would gladly like marking with a ton of hickeys alll over your body like your neck, chest, ass, just spots where people can see and spots where he personally can see.

- One of 2D’s favorite thing is to just eat you out like a goddamn lollipop and he enjoys the faces and moans you make while he does it. He would ask for you to just sit on his face and just suffocate him to death with your ass.

- 2D’s blow jobs are to literally die for, he goes down on it. He’s just majestic in made and he fucks like a GOD. Like honestly he gives your more pleasure during sex basically meaning he likes to give rather than receive.

- 2D’s aftercare is something to die for like this man would spoil you and apologize if he thinks he went too hard on you. Expect a lot of cuddles, a heated blanket, and more cuddles. He wouldn’t let you lift a finger for anything and he’ll do anything for you. A glass of water? Already got it right here. Cookies? Yes. And that’s all he would do for you

Euphoria

Fezco

Ethan Daley

Chris McKay

Elliot

FANDOMS I WRITE FOR.

ANIMES:

Given

Bungo Stray Dogs

Yuri on ice

Nanbaka

Jujutsu Kaisen

Death Note

Angels of Death

Attack on Titan

Hunter x Hunter

Black Clover

Gangsta

Cowboy Bebop

Death Parade

Persona 5

Black Butler

Assassination Classroom

Howl’s Moving Castle

TV SHOWS:

Euphoria

The Big Bang Theory

Gotham

Arcane

The Umberlla Academy

Sweet Home

Hannibal

Stranger Things

The Legend of Korra

MOVIES:

It (2017)

The Breakfast Club

Disney Princes/Males

The Hobbit

The Lord of the Rings

The Dark Knight

Hamilton

Love, Simon

Joker

Shang-chi

Call me by your name

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