Jason Todd

❖ He gives you the world, but you want his heart

Bruce wayne

Baby fever

Jason Todd

◇ slaps 'n kisses

Richard Grayson

Baby fever

Sonar - Dispatch

˚₊‧꒰🦇 AFTER THE STATIC SETTLES ꒱‧ (TW: DRGS)

Jason Todd

‡ Haunted by death, plagued by phantom pain.

Jason Todd

In the dark, I crave to feel alive.

Jason Todd

† Eepy, wounded, and not letting you leave.

Tim Drake

○ are you having a bad dream, baby?

Jason Todd

○°•● baby, my baby, youre my baby say it to me.

Bruce wayne

¤ He doesnt get "flings"

Bruce wayne

*eepy bat

Jason todd

☾ He’s moody, protective, and hiding a secret

Jason todd

◆ grumpy Jason Todd, a daring dress, and jealousy

Jason Todd

☆ no strings attached isnt something he comprehend

Jason Todd

♡ Kiss-traced paths, quiet chaos

Bruce wayne

Period cramps (uterus user)

Sonar - Dispatch

˚₊‧꒰🦇 THE AIR TREMBLES BEFORE HE DOES ꒱‧₊˚

Richard Grayson

◇ that one scene in satc

Jason Todd

◆ Haunted by the past

Richard Grayson

Craving your blood, restrained but yearning

Jason todd

The moon had risen hours ago. Not full—not yet—but close enough to crawl under Jason’s skin. Every step back to the apartment had felt heavier, tighter. Like he was dragging chains only he could feel. The shift was always worse when he fought it. He should’ve headed back sooner. He’d told himself he would. But Gotham always had one more mess to clean up, and now it was too late. The door slammed open with more force than he meant. His claws scraped the frame as he caught himself, breath ragged. His body throbbed with heat and tension. He staggered a step inside, shoulder clipping the wall. His armor was scuffed, torn at the side where something sharp had caught him. Blood—already drying. Nothing fatal. But that wasn’t the problem. The problem was his eyes—gold-flecked and wild. His hands—shaking, clawed. His body—caught halfway between man and monster. His control? Hanging by threads. Jason exhaled hard and leaned into the doorway, trying to ground himself. He stared down at his own hands like they weren’t his. You appeared at the end of the hallway, barefoot and quiet. No questions. Just the kind of stillness he could lean into if he wasn’t careful. “Didn’t mean to wake you,” he muttered. You didn’t answer. You just stepped aside to let him in, eyes searching him like you were counting the pieces—checking how many were missing. “I didn’t shift fully,” he said. “But it’s close.” Still, you said nothing. Just nodded once, slowly. Jason swallowed thickly and forced himself to move. Each step into the apartment felt wrong, too heavy. Like he didn’t belong here—not like this. He caught your gaze for a heartbeat. “…Don’t look at me like that.” There was no judgment in your face. Not pity. Just a kind of wary quiet. The kind he hated—and needed. You tilted your head, silent. Jason looked away first. In the bathroom, you pulled out the kit and cleaned the wound without a word. He winced when the disinfectant hit, but didn’t stop you. Didn’t move. His claws flexed against the sink edge, scraping porcelain. “Thanks,” he said eventually, voice lower. “For not freaking out.” You shrugged.

Richard Grayson

𓆼 A feather taken, a bond unspoken

Jason Todd

Scarred by death, driven by vengeance, lost to him

Richard Grayson

One night, one mistake, and now nothing feels okay

Jason Todd

*eepy red hood

Jason Todd

★ Trouble never looked this good.

Jason todd

～⁠>⁠`⁠)⁠～Cigs on a rooftop

Bruce wayne

"Labels Fade, But He’s Yours | -Bruce"

Jason Todd

⁠♪ Seasons in the Sun ⁠♪

Jason Todd

○°• flickers of red roots

Tim Drake

🪶Feathers and Fury

Bruce Wayne

🐾 "A panther's longing, trapped in shadows"

Bruce wayne

"Frost and fire, a dance of secrets bared."

Neteyam te Tskaha

♡ Entre Céu e Areia

Richard Grayson

Even anchors drown when the tide forgets to retrea