Now I Feel Like I Gotta Ask- Jackie With Reader Who Has A Tdick?

hey, we had fratboy shauna, lottie, and... fratboy jackie?

— so into you || fratboy and g!p jackie taylor headcanons 🎬

a/n: nothing smart to say this time. just need her. also, she gives strong ariana grande songs vibes if you ask me.

summary: she changed since high school and turns out…she’s not as bad as you thought she is. modern college au. girlfriend!jackie.

warnings: NSFW - content - MDNI

★ — well, you didn’t know that someone like jackie taylor exist til the day you walked in class. she sits spread open at the desk. varsity jacket around her shoulders with college soccer team logo. there’s weird, like really concerning amount of silver rings on her fingers. and, oh god, boxers are picking out from the waistband of her jeans.

★ — after that you learn that this girl is a soccer team captain! and your friends are pretty sure she’s into you. you let it slide for now, cause jackie…simply doesn’t make a move. sure, smiles at you, sometimes throw compliment or two. but nothing besides that.

★ — and hell, that girl got reputation. people say she’s mean which…just doesn’t make sense in your head. she’s so nervous around you, how could she be mean to anyone? then, when she finally gets her shit together, she catches you in cafeteria and in front of all your friends she asks you out.

i mean, she tries. cause what comes from her mouth sounds like she’s choking. “hi…so…” she swallows. “i actually don’t know, i mean, you don’t have a boyfriend, yeah? or hell, girlfriend? i just…” she stutters. “maybe you wanna go out? tomorrow? i mean, no rush! we don’t have to, it’s your choice, really…”

“jackie” you cut her off. “just pick me up around 6.”

she stares at you for a moment then she looks like she’s suddenly buzzing with energy. “oh fuck, great—“ she says relieved. “i mean, yeah. cool. whatever.” she mumbles, trying not to sound overexcited. she does anyway. she blushes like a total idiot walking away.

★ — did i mention her obsession with varsity jackets? no? cause this asshole has whole ass collection in her closet. not like you’re complaining when she borrows you another one. they’re smell like hell. (borrows is a big word, she just warps you in it. deal with it.)

★ — oh jackie’s smell. always so fresh, with that cologne sticking tt her skin that fills up your nostrils anytime she’s hovering over you.

★ — right! going back to her rings! the same with jackets — whole ass collections is placed at her nightstand. she wakes up in the morning and put random ones on. the more the better. turns out she loves jewellery in general. necklaces, bracelets. yes, she wears your bra strap as a bracelet.

★ — speaking of which — jackie has piercings! just in ears tho. beginning with basic lobes and ending with conch, helix and rook. and well…one hidden one. albert king piercing.

★ — you gasp when you have sex for the first time, feeling something like ring brushing against your velvet walls. you stare at her. not used to this new sensation.

“jackie, is that…?” you start but she nods swiftly, cheeks are flushed both from embarrassment and arousal.

“is it bad, cause…?” she pants but you shake your head swiftly.

“no, fuck that’s…” you manage to choke out. “that’s hot, jax.”

★ — you see, jackie was a virgin until she met you. she’s so panicked when you’re fucking for the first time. constantly asking you if she’s doing okay, if she’s not hurting you.

“jesus christ, jax.” you breathe out with amusement. “just fuck me.”

and god knows she does. firstly, she’s hesitant, taking things slow. but when her dick is buried deep inside your slick folds? she nearly cries out from pleasure. poor jackie, never had pussy around her cock. when she gets more confident, she fucks you like woman possessed. and she even moans way louder than you. whimpering in your ear with each thrust.

★ — not to mention the first time you give her a head. her eyes rolls back in her head from pleasure while you suck her tip with piercing.

★ — here’s another thing: jackie is prideful. jackie doesn’t like when people tell her what to do. always cocky, in charge. like she’s the best in every single thing she does (she’s not. she’s just annoying.) and then, there’s you. and she loves when you put her in her place while riding her dick. or even without fucking her. she just obeys.

★ — she loves affection but only privately. in public she plays this unbothered, smug frat. keeping your close but not always touching you. pressing kisses to your neck occasionally but she doesn’t cling to you. not around people at least. cough, reputation.

★ — cause when you’re alone? fuck, she does cling. her hands are all over you, lips travelling constantly up and down. like she’ll die if she won’t be touching you. call her all you want, she’s secretly an awful simp for you. also, people know that. probably after she fell asleep on you at that one party. gripping you like you’re the last person on planet earth.

★ — she gives you a lot compliments. leaving the notes on the fridge, in your notes, in your bag…everywhere. and you learn to compliment her too by that! she’s blushing like hell when you call her handsome.

★ — she’s annoying. like really fucking getting on your nerves sometimes. caring too much about her reputation. her clothes. her fucking appearance. all the damn time.

“jax, what the hell?” you ask irritated walking into the bathroom. “you’re sitting here for hours.”

“yeah, to look pretty for a date with my prettiest girlfriend” she grins tugging you for a kiss. and yeah…you melt right and there.

★ — she’s a smoker — always walking everywhere with her vape. she probably smokes something awfully sweet. like strawberry or raspberry.

★ — she needs to keep up her reputation of that confident, perfect asshole that somehow is loved by everyone around. but when it comes to you…you’re her safe place. she’s sensitive. more than people think. sometimes she simply cries in your arms because of the pressure. only to feel a little guilty next day and brings you breakfast to your bed. from your favourite restaurant. she memorised.

★ — she doesn’t say much i love you’s. she’s definitely not so obvious with her love. but she’s sure as hell possessive — you’re her absolute everything. and jackie taylor doesn’t share.

So this kinda goes with my last request but when reader has top surgery. How would Jackie react when he goes shirtless all day when he's home? I feel like she'd stare and he'd do the "my eyes are up here" thing to tease her.

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oh, she goes crazy for it. feel like she never even considered the fact that you'd be shirtless so much more now after getting top surgery cause she was just so happy that you were finally able to get it, and once she sees you lounging on the couch, shirt off and your new chest on display, she just melts. you know she's hiding your shirts and playing dumb when you ask where they are cause it feels like half of them went missing.

jackie who buys you muscle tanks after ur surgery just so she can see your arms and glimpses of your chest. jackie who starts drooling when she can see your scars peeking ^^ jackie sneaking her hands underneath said tank while in public, messing with your chest and whatever hair you have there.

feel like she'd have such a huge thing for your scars as well. jackie kissing your top surgery scars the second they're healed, mumbling in her raspy voice how hot she thinks they are. leaving hickeys right under them and spending so much time kissing them that they end up covered in her drool at the end.

she just thinks you look so good!! she cant help but stare :( she's a mess when you tease her for looking too long or when you catch her staring at your chest as she's talking to you. "are you talking to me, or my nipples?" and her face goes all red but she doesn't deny staring...

she'd love to rest her head on your chest too oh my goodness ☹️ it's like her number 1 favorite thing after you got surgery. maybe before you were too dysphoric to let her do it and now she does it constantly. she tells--more like demands tbh--you to lie down so she can rest her head on your chest. it's a must during couch time.

can I be 🦌 anon?

was wondering if you had any thoughts for a jackie's sister! reader x any character really that you think would fit, prob shauna honestly...

especially if she was a younger sister (like 16)

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a/n: welcome, 🦌 anon! i think we all need fluff in these trying times until the 4th episode comes out 😔 so like…what about some precrash!shauna and taylor!reader thoughts? rlly missing the girls when they were happy and not traumatized :(( sorry if it seems short!! (sfw)

thinking about being jackie’s younger sister who still babies you (even though you two are like a year apart -__-) but it's all in good affection as she always wanted a little sister! she's definitely the kind of older sister who adores you with her whole heart and just oh so supportive ☹️ always looking out for you and just dragging you along to everything and anywhere (despite your wishes on just wanting to stay home). specially if you're on the timid side/the exact opposite of the jackie taylor — you two do share the same qualities that don't go unnoticed by people.

even on jackie's outings with shauna, you're tagging along too that it's one of the reasons why shauna has developed a soft spot on you and you it amplifies your crush on her, thinking she's so cool and pretty. you obvs don't tell jackie because that's her best friend ofc.

you two sharing the same interests 😞 like perhaps both of you having a passion for literature or photography — shauna who always pitches your ideas for her writing :(( you also trying to impress shauna more by liking her music taste (i see all those alt rocks bands in her room) listening to every track and trying to use it as topic to talk about.

oh, oh! sleepovers would be a constant thing. jackie who ends up being on the phone with jeff midway into the night, leaving you and shauna alone painting each other's nails while watching a movie and just softly giggling and smiling to each other.

you think she doesn't notice how you start fumbling over your words a bit whenever she's so close yet she does. she smiles to herself but doesn't comment anything but rather writes it down on her journal when she reflects on her day.

feel like shauna's way of dropping hints of liking you in return is by staring with her big, brown eyes. you always feel her soft gaze on yours during in class or either during practice. even sharing her writing and she has the biggest smile when your compliment on her pieces.

maybe shauna admitting to you that she isn't genuinely interested in soccer, she loves jackie and the team though! but soccer wasn't in her heart in the first place.

and whether if you're interested in soccer or not, shauna would take the time to practice with you just to have you around :))

jackie who has her suspicions of something going on between you two but brushes it off instantly 😭

i just wanted... trophy wife jackie who is the best wife and housewife ever and you love spending your money on her and she loves getting all dressed up for you, she even buys new lingerie and waits for you to get home from work 😵‍💫😪

TROPHY WIFE JACKIE!!!!!!!!! jackie dressing up to go to the fuckin' liquor store with you... she wants you to show her off. and you do! shoving your hand in her back pocket and squeezing her ass while waiting in line, jackie looking at you like you're the only thing that matters (you are). jackie who gets jealous of the cashier who you're buddies with and that always gives you free cookies.. she starts kissing your neck and mumbling for you to hurry up and pay so she can take you home (her ass is NOT driving.)

always buying her the prettiest jewelry and helping her put it on, getting distracted by the freckles on her face when you put on new earrings for her or accidentally kissing her neck for 5 minutes when putting on her new necklace.

jackie cooks for you and expects kisses in return!!! especially while she cooks. she'll whine that she can't keep stirring unless you kiss her >.> you're her taste tester too. she's so proud of herself when you groan and mention how good of a cook she is. she loves serving you too... thinking of coming home from work as she's finishing the dinner, forcing you to go sit down before you can even get out of your work clothes. jackie who sets the plate down in front of you, leaning down over your shoulder and kissing your neck while helping you out of your jacket 😵‍💫

jackie who dresses up in her sunday best when visiting you at work just to tease you. she def brings you lunch sometimes too. wears those new clothes you bought her and has her hands behind her back as she asks you if you like them. jackie leaving the new lipstick/lipgloss you bought her alllll over your neck and shirt collar for the rest of your shift :-)

giving her some cash to buy what she wants and she decides that she wants to thank you for being the best partner ever and gets some lingerie she thinks you'd like. which also makes me think of jackie sending you lingerie pics.... but if she had the patience to wait until you got home, oh my god she'd be so excited at your stunned reaction. tossing the pillow she's been humping at your feet and pouting for you to come and touch her. jackie who flips you over and cocks her head to the side when you try to top, saying that she's in charge tonight. love the idea of her drooling and panting for you to let her cum by the end of night though 🤩

OMG JACKIE W A BADDIE!FEM!READER??? THIS IS AN AMAZING COMBINATION. i just know my girl would be down bad for reader, like, reader picking fights with other people just for entertainment and jackie probably 'she looks so pretty fighting, isn't she?' saying with the most loving smile possible to someone else. also, I think she would love showing off with you, having you put your arm around her shoulder or your hand on her waist just to show everyone that you two are together, she would look at everyone with a proud smile. 😞 sigh.. I love her so much.

YES ANON YOU GET IT!!  i'm actually so in love with her too

jackie who leans against her locker, completely mesmerized by you further down the hallway.  she sighs softly at the sensation of butterflies flitting around in her stomach every time you so much as flick your hair over your shoulder or part your shiny lips.

sure, you're yelling in that poor girl's face, and sure, there's no valid reason behind it other than your love for chaos and conflict, but that's irrelevant to jackie.  you can do no wrong in her eyes, especially when you look that gorgeous.

"god, isn't she so pretty, shauna?" jackie asks with a dopey smile.  her head falls against the lockers as shauna's gaze flickers between you and jackie.

you're practically spitting in the other girl's face while gesturing wildly with your hands, your colorful acrylic nails a stark contrast to the muted colors of the hallway.  shauna can't make out exactly what you're shouting, but your seething voice easily rises above the other noises of the hall.

shauna looks back at jackie with her best "are you serious" look.

"jackie, she looks like she's gonna punch her," shauna says.

"yeah," jackie sighs breathlessly.  her smile grows larger and her eyes seem to be worshipping you and the ground you walk on.  she's undoubtedly love-struck.

you may be a little crazy, but jackie taylor is crazy for you!

and jackie who can't take her hands off of you in public.  every time you approach her, she'll instantly reach out for your hand or clutch onto your arm.  and don't let her fool you, she may be small, but her grip is deathly tight.

she needs everyone to know you're hers and she's yours, especially because your beauty and sometimes revealing outfits attracts many prying eyes.  you know whenever a guy is staring at you because jackie's hand tightens around yours or her nails dig into the skin of your waist.

but it's so easy to cure her bouts of jealousy by showing her a little public affection.  all you need to do is brush her hair out of her face and press a light kiss to her cheek and suddenly that stupid smile returns to her face.  she can feel the stain your lip gloss left on her cheek, but she makes no move to wipe it off, instead wearing it as a badge of honor.

she swoons even harder when you're the one to initiate the physical contact, whether by slinging an arm around her shoulders in the hallway or holding her waist at a party, keeping her body flush to your side.  she smiles smugly at everyone who even looks in your direction.

yup, she wants me!  not you losers!

she's so, so proud to have bagged you, the baddest girl in school (and she thinks on the planet).  she's even prouder to be yours.

Your male reader gave me ideas. 👀👀👀

Sooo how about a soul painter make reader. Soul painter are like people who can see one’s soul and their painting is creation itself. They give their paintings life, a soul. You can hear what they draw, if they drew the forest, you can hear birdsongs and such.

So why a male? Because I feel it would hit harder. Captain America reader? Well the batfam disliked him cause he was weak right? So I thought soul painter reader would be disliked because he was unmanly. And him painting doesn’t help. (This was before Damian. They never held affection for reader so they won’t be loved like Damian)

Well maybe this reader seemed out their affection as a child but as they grew older (14 or something) they decide money is more important and start stealing a little every day. (Who would notice $100 disappear every day from a billionaires house?)

Well $100 every day would be a crazy amount in like a year or two. ($36 500 a year). They would run off with a scholarship to an art school in Paris with the money and flourish. (of course he’s the main character)

Well Damian arrives at the mansion and he likes art so they mention reader likes art and he can talk to them about it. Damian would have already spent some time w the batfam and mellowed out so tries to find reader to talk about his fav artist (reader of course lol). He doesn’t find reader and asks the batfam about it.

Panic. MUAHAHAHAHHA anyways as they try to find reader, Damian mentions his fav artist (reader) and they go- oh my god so this is where he went???

They called him soft.

Delicate. Too emotional. Too quiet. A boy who painted when he should’ve trained. A dreamer in a world of soldiers.

He was born into the Batfamily, adopted with distant nods and cold shoulders. Bruce took him in, but never really saw him—saw the paint under his fingernails and thought waste of potential. Dick was busy, Jason didn’t care, Tim thought he was weird, and the girls? Distant. Dismissive. Not cruel, but not kind either.

So he tried to earn it—their affection. Little scribbles left on their desks, small paintings he poured his soul into. They were beautiful, too. Breathtaking. Magical. You could hear the laughter in the park scenes, feel the warmth of the sun in his golden brushstrokes. He thought maybe they’d see the beauty in him.

They didn’t.

So, at fourteen, he stopped trying.

He started stealing instead.

$100 a day. Nothing too noticeable, not in a mansion where money leaked from the walls. He found a scholarship—an elite art school in Paris. And with his stolen savings and heart packed in a sketchbook, he left Gotham behind.

No goodbyes.

Years pass.

Damian Wayne arrives at the manor, blade-sharp and broken in all the ways a child assassin is. The family braces for impact—but then he picks up a paintbrush.

He loves art. Finds peace in it. And one day, over tea, Alfred mentions, “You know… you might’ve liked the boy who used to live here.”

Damian pauses. “Used to?”

“Your brother. He was an artist too.”

“…Was?”

The family stiffens.

Damian, curious and persistent as always, asks more questions. He’s been mellowed by the manor, by Alfred’s warmth and Dick’s guidance. And now he’s hunting down an artist he’s obsessed with—the anonymous painter whose work is taking the Parisian underground by storm. His name? Just one word.

Réalité.

His paintings aren’t just seen—they’re experienced. Forests where you can hear birdsong, oceans with crashing waves, lullabies captured on canvas. They don’t just evoke emotion—they are emotion. Damian wants to meet him. Wants to learn from him.

And then—he shows them the painting.

And Bruce goes still.

The Batfamily stares at the canvas, the way the golden light bleeds through the leaves, how the laughter echoes from unseen mouths. A childhood. A home. Something warm, distant, aching. Familiar.

Tim whispers, “That’s… the treehouse from the manor…”

Jason mutters, “That’s our old living room. The crack in the fireplace tile—he painted that.”

Dick’s face crumples.

Damian just blinks. “You know him?”

And Bruce finally says it.

“…That’s him.”

The one they left behind.

Meanwhile, in Paris…

He’s twenty now. Sharp jaw, quiet eyes, and a presence that hums with power. They call him a genius. A visionary. His soul paintings hang in hidden galleries, and people travel continents just to weep beneath them.

He doesn’t talk much. But he paints constantly.

And lately?

He’s been painting Gotham.

Not the skyline. Not the grime.

But memories. A treehouse in summer. A boy with black hair holding a sword. A father figure watching from the shadows. A cold manor that’s started to look a little warmer in the colors he uses.

He paints them not as they were, but as he wished they’d been.

Because maybe, just maybe, part of him still wants to be found.

And the Batfamily? Oh, they’re running. A/N: Tbh this b my typa man bc I know his fingers are goood hehehe

Hey! I really hope I read your rules right and I'm not crossing any lines! Can you write some Jackie Taylor fluff with a transmasc reader? Again, I really hope I didn't mess up your rules!

- Your gf is helping you with T !

Jackie Taylor x transmasc!reader

! Aww I love transmasc reader, but this request made me happy because I’m also trying to figure out my identity rn, and it’s great, love to see representation on my page!

Warnings - shots, needles used. Cry baby!reader, short, I have no knowledge on T shots, so I’m sorry js only what I have gathered from videos I’ve watched :(

“Ouch, Jackie!”

You say, the needle wasn’t even near you yet, all she did was clean up the area that you would get injected into.

Jackie chuckled, rolling her eyes playfully. “Man up, it’s just a little needle. You’ve done this so many times!”

You raised an eyebrow, trying to act like you didn’t care about the needle. “Me? Scared? I can handle a needle!”

Jackie smiled gently massaging the area where you would be getting the injection. “Yeah.. yeah, like you weren’t just whining three minutes ago about not talking the shot.” She rolls her eyes playfully.

She picked up the syringe, checking the dosage before sticking the needle into the vial. "Alright, deep breath."

You inhaled deeply, bracing yourself as the needle slid into your skin. You gritted your teeth, feeling a sharp sting.

Jackie placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze."You're doing great, babe. Almost done." She reassured.

You exhaled slowly as she withdrew the needle, a small bead of blood appearing at the injection site. Jackie quickly pressed a tissue to the area, applying pressure to stop the bleeding.

She offered you a small smile. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"

You winced slightly, Jackie still holding the tissue to your skin. “That hurt a lot Jackie!" You whined

Jackie rolled her eyes again, not unkindly. "Oh, come on, crybaby. You're acting like a child."

"It hurt!" he protested, pouting a bit.

Jackie couldn't help but smirk at his antics. "Oh, poor baby. Do you want me to kiss it better?" she teased, leaning in closer, making duck lips at you.

You huffed, crossing your arms. "Shut up." But there was a hint of a smile on your face. You knew you were being a bit dramatic, but you couldn't help it.

Jackie just shook her head, still smirking. "You're such a drama king."

She gently removed the tissue from your skin, checking to make sure the area was no longer bleeding.

"There, all done." she said, putting the syringe and tissue aside. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"

You mumbled something under your breath which Jackie could barely hear, but she didn’t push you to speak louder.

Jackie couldn't help but laugh at your grumpy expression. She knew you were just being dramatic, but she found it endearing.

"Oh, come on, don't be mad at me." she said teasingly, reaching out to poke your cheek. "You're adorable when you're all sulky."

You tried to keep up the sulky act, but a smile was tugging at the edges of your lips. You couldn't stay mad at her.

"You're annoying." You said, but there was no real anger in your tone.

Jackie just grinned. "Oh, you love me and you know it."

God sending his silliest soldier:

- Poor baby۶ৎ

BATFAM X NEGLECTED READER.

IMP: Sucide, child neglection, torture.

You were an orphan adopted by a wealthy man who later turned out to be Batman, yes you were full of joy and excitement. Who wouldn't be? To be apart of the Wayne family and to save people... That was every child dream.

They made you feel loved and wanted and you got addicted to that feeling... Because you've never felt so great before. You crave attention and validation, they're the one who introduced you to that feeling in the first place.

But as time past so did their affection and attention. Their adoration began to fade slowly and you cling onto the feeling with all your might but that was not enough. Nothing was enough.

Damian got introduced to the family, a new image for the picture. He was rude and opposite of you yet everybody love him... And you began to fade into the background.

Everybody love Damian, it doesn't matter if he was respectful or not... He didn't have to try so hard to have the spotlight unlike you, he didn't crave the light as much as you did but he still got it.

Your title of being Robin was rip from you.

It didn't even take a year for you to be replaced.

You felt like a baby who was being taught to walk and the moment another baby comes they completely let go of your hand. It was cruel and painful, you weren't ready to face the word yet.

You couldn't do anything, they were your family by paper whether you liked it or not.

Here you were sitting on the edge of a building letting the rain soaked your entire body.

Today you had a big fight with Bruce. It was a nasty fight that ended in him slapping you across the face...

It started out simple, you were jealous- envious of Damian... Because everytime he did even something as simple as putting back a book your achievements get hidden away. Not to mention on how his grade were much better than yours when he didn't even try.

You didn't even sleep a wink and he still was ahead of you and worst of them all everyone saw you as a slacker... It was not fair, you spent hour's and hours trying to be good at something but somebody in the family managed to be better.

You were tired of trying so you gave up, that day Damian was just straight up bullying you.

"You do realised blood like yours have no place in here? I suggest you take the easy way and leave... it'll be the trash taking itself out "

His word sting especially today... He did everything in his power to seperate you from the rest of the family and it was working.

Without any warning you threw a book at him and it hit him square in the face. It was a moment of anger you apologise profusely...

It's just... Damian always picked on you, called you names, ruin your birthday and... He took everybody away from you... Today was just a bad day in general because you overheard Alfred talking to Bruce about you.

Calling you difficult and how he wondered how you became such failure compared to your oh so perfect siblings.

You've been weeping for hours you can't stop yourself... It's been so long, it's been years. For year's you have been logging for your family to love you, the same people who took you by choice.

It was unfair, they hook you up to make you feel like you matter in reality you never matter, you were just a substitute.

You've tried, you definitely did tried... Why would someone who doesn't even want you in the first play choose you? Out of all the kid's in the orphanage they took you, they knew the responsibility... They took you as an accessory not as a person.

"Dammit..." you curse under your breath, your entire body was trembling, breath hot and messy... You couldn't stop the hiccup even when you cover your own mouth with your hands.

Every bad memories was surfacing, how everybody saw you as a spoiled child even tho they had it better than you could ever wish for. How everybody saw you as a headache.

You look pathetic, the same hero who saved people was now in need of help.

Before you could even finish crying you felt somebody hands on your body and before you could fight back a piece of febric was forcefully place on your nose. As you panicked you accidentally sniff the intoxicating smell.

It didn't take long for your body to react and shut down, you stumble on the ground laying there, your eyes bagan to shut themselves and before you could utter a word you saw the chilling smile of Joker.

When you woke up you were tied up, an old television infront of you... And the haunting figure of the man who have done this.

"What do you want?" You asked without hesitation, ignoring the throbbing pain of your head.

"Oh, simple... Just enjoy the show"

With that said he turn on the television with a press as he walk behind you and stood there, he gently place his cold hand's on your shoulder.

The video began to play, it was inside the manor during christmas... Everybody but you were present.

"As much as I like her... She's too full of herself. Oh and don't forget the 'Barbara is this great?' 'barbara can we please talk' blah blah blah... it's getting annoying- already is annoying"

"Oh definitely! She ruin the mood... That's why we... the best members of the family do thing's in secret"

"She asked me to kept this diary of her's a secret and God she's a crybaby... I've read the whole thing and I cannot stop laughing"

"Oh! C'mon this is a great tea! let's read it!"

"Isn't that invading her privacy?"

"... She's not here"

With that they began to read your personal diary where you wrote down your whole feelings. Your heart ache as they began to laugh at every word, you've given that Diary to Dick because you trusted him the most...

Another tape began to play. It was the previous gala...

It started out normal until they began to mock you... A desperate girl who would do anything for validation.

Each tape was about your own family mocking and talking behind your back... Calling you a desperate baby and how you need to grow up.

You've been crying hysterically.

You've never done anything in your life to hurt them it was the complete opposite... you praise and complement them but they were so willing to use your name for entertainment.

It hurt that none of your supposed family even like you...

"Nobody... love me? Why?"

"It's because you're just not supposed to be loved" Joker replied still smiling.

"I tried so hard.. but nobody care about me... Im not even a person to them..."

"Im a good student, im polite... I should be loved! it's unfair... I just wanted to be loved "

Life was cruel, it will always be towards you. It took your parents and left you stranded, the system wasn't great it took advantage of those who were vulnerable... Suddenly your life turned around to be loved and just to be betrayed by the same people who you called family.

"I deserve to be loved!... I just want my family to love me"

It was true you were just a baby at heart. You were impulsive and would jump at any opportunity to be acknowledged by your family...

Even Alfred doesn't like you, he barely even pick you up from school, made food you do not like and lectured you if you don't eat...Force eating was not fun.

Just like a baby you needed to be nurtured and cared for... Everybody got that except you.

Joker let you off free no torture atleast not physically.

"Dad... could we talk please?"

you asked outside the his office... You were desperately, your mind was being polluted and you need your father.

"Im busy"

Right, too busy saving everybody's else and watching you rot...

"Please... I need you"

you plead, you didn't want to face the truth... it scares you. Life was too hard on you.

"Im busy, go disturb Richard"

Disturb? right your whole existence was just to disturb everybody else from having a great time.

With that said you began to search for Richard...

Instead you bump into Jason his face was still plastered with the same old frown.

Jason used to adore you calling you his favourite infront of everybody else but now... He doesn't even recognise you or he pretend not to.

"Jay... could you please listen to me, life is really hard and today I enco-"

"Listen up princess"

he began, looking down at your small frame.

"Life is hard, everybody had it hard... Not everything is about you and unlike you, we don't bitch around... We deal with it"

Your hand's began to tremble, he was suffocating and scary especially when he's pissed off.

"We're not spoiled like you. This is why the rest of the family Don't like being around you... You always complain like a baby"

Before he could say more you left. You went straight to the library just to saw the rest cuddling together watching some movie.

"Excuse me?"

"Go away... we're having a family moment"

Damian spoke, the couch was facing the other side of the wall and they didn't even looked at you.

"Yeah... you're ruining the mood here"

"Can you get some popcorn tho?"

Right to them you were just a baby... spoiled to the core nothing more.

Your mind was polluted and your heart was aching badly, the word joker told you began to surface.

You walked towards the open window, the wire of the lamp cling onto your ankle... Without a thought you leap.

If the word doesn't want you why must you keep suffering?.

This is such a bad one im sorry.

THIS IS SO LONG I APOLOGIZE. been thinking of (actual) princess!jackie and knight!reader !!! except, your parents were killed at the hands of jackie’s father when you were younger and you swore to get revenge against the Taylor family.

They were holding a tournament to see who the strongest knight was, you thought this was the perfect opportunity to gain the attention of the royals. you end up winning and the King personally congratulates you. jackie happens to fall in love at first sight when you take off your helmet and begs her father to hire you as her personal knight.

Spending more time with her and her family, but you have to keep reminding yourself why you’re here. but of course, she’s Jackie Taylor and you gain feelings. You take her out at night sometimes to go lay by the lake and just talk. She always asks about your childhood but you brush it off, or make things up. Your first kiss was the day you took her to this flower field near the village you grew up in. You complimented her and told her that her beauty reminds you of flowers, and it took her at least 5 minutes to calm down before she kissed you.

Thinking how hard it would be when you realize you actually Love her. Your real beef was with her father, but you couldn’t handle how distraught she would be if she found out your plan. this is getting long again so let me get to the ending. i had 2 in mind: the King finding out ur intentions and killing you before you killed him, and in front of jackie too :/ OR going thru with ur original plan and killing the entire Taylor family. Jackie included. she’s so betrayed and keeps muttering “why?” over and over until she takes her last breath.

princess jackie ik thats righttttt. this ask reminds me of that butcher of gaul jackieshauna fic a bit actually 🤔. hello. my name is y/n. you have killed my father. prepare to die

jackie sees you run your sword through someone and falls in love at first meeting for sure. you take your helmet off and are covered in the blood of your opponent and it takes everything jackie has not to jump you right there.

you spend so much time protecting jackie because shes so clumsy all the time and you're like "how is this girl alive???" you're like "hey!" and jackie gets so overwhelmed she trips on the carpet and nearly falls down the stairs. oh no, you have to catch her in your arms. she's so obsessed, honestly. (she never seems to be clumsy in the slightest when you're not around)

jackie's just so kind and earnest that you can't help falling for her. princess jackie gives her allowance away to the poor and really cares about her people. she stops in the square to talk to them and seems to know a lot of them by name. she talks to every one of her servants and asks them about their families or how their new baby was doing. she's so very loving that it goes against everything you've ever heard about the king.

you've spent your entire life hating the royal family that you really don't know what to do when confronted with the fact that she's an actual person and you're having a harder and harder time trying to demonize her. the opposite is true for her father, he's just as awful as you heard and even to his own family.

thinking about jackie lying out by the lake while your in full armor standing guard and her just begging and begging you to come sit with her. finally you sneak her away in the middle of the night to do it because the king would have you killed if someone ran into you during the day. jackie's so honest as she talks about her childhood and stuff she loves that you try to be as honest as you can be without actually telling her anything.

your first kiss is so fucking soft and gentle. neither of you have ever had a chance to kiss someone before, her being the princess and you being too busy preparing for revenge. you pull away a bit from her after that, having a really hard time coming to terms with these two waring ideals. you love her so much, deeply and truly. you never thought you'd love anyone like that after your parents died. you've planned your entire revenge around dying after since you wouldn't have a purpose or anyone left to miss you. but now you do, and you aren't sure what to do anymore.

i think both of those endings are depressing as fuck (power to you though bro) so i'm gonna leave it here.