TOXIC, batboy preferences

arguments.

( TOXIC ! )
arguments!
(requested by moonessola )

dick grayson―
→it was rare to not be on a mission with dick. but ever since he and koriand'r had teamed up to fight against deathstroke while you were out helping green arrow, you've been out missing on missions with your boyfriend ever since. normally, this would have been something that you would able to shrug off and move on with. but with the thought of knowing that there was a past between him and starfire, it really made you question what was going on backstage during the missions. as much as you pleaded with dick to accompany him on the mission, he only gave you the cold shoulder and explained that you would only slow him down.

→that was when you knew something was off. not just because of the fact that dick had declined for you to go with him on a mission, but the fact that he said you would only slow him down. you had never been the type of person that would slow him (or anyone for that matter) down on a mission, which only made you jump to the conclusion that if he was going to keep acting like this when he was on missions with kori, than clearly, he picked her over you

→"i would only slow you down?" your voice echoed dick's words as you raised an eyebrow while looking at him in utter shock. "i'm only doing this to protect you, y/n," dick replied as he placed a hand on your shoulder. tears welled up in your eyes as you knew that what he saying wasn't true. "no, you're not doing this to protect me. if you were trying to protect me, you would be proving that by letting me go on the mission," you started as you pushed his hand away from your shoulder. "that's just it dick, you're only doing this to protect yourself," you added on as you shook your head. "y/n―" "―no dick, we're done,"

jason todd―
→jason wasn't normally overprotective of you when it came to missions. you had proved yourself that you were capable of being badass (as long as you had alcohol in your system) and you had picked up many skills from the people around you. he was always aware to give you space for you to fight and nothing ever went wrong. you two had a system, until that system was broken. who was it broken by? it was broken by you.

→you had a lead. jason had been away with the batfamily as he was asked by bruce to accompany the others on his mission. jason never suspected that the case that you two had been working on would end up with you finding a lead while he was gone. normally, you would have waited for jason to come back and the two of you would be out already beating someone up. yet this was the first time you had been the one to find the lead. and you weren't going to wait for jason, you were going to prove to him that you were capable of doing things on your own. well, let's just say that didn't turn out too well

→"i said i was sorry," you repeated as you watched jason wrap bandages around your torso after he removed the three bullets out of your abdomen. turns out that you were wrong about being able to handle it on your own. lucky for you, only two of the three bullets hadn't sunk so deep into your skin. but jason was pissed. extremely pissed. "what were you thinking, y/n?! i could have lost you," he said softly as he placed his hand on your cheek as a tear trickled down his face. "to be honest, it was the alcohol that wasn't letting me think," you groggily replied. "you're stupid, y/n," "i know i am," "but i'm never going to stop loving you,"

tim drake―
→conner had been making some pit stops at the batcave here and there. while as much as tim loved having some "bro-time" with his best friend, he kept on noticing how conner would always want to include you in their activities. not that there was anything wrong with that, but he noticed that you were having lots of fun with conner and sometimes find that the two of you would hang out behind his back. you never considered that it would hurt tim's feelings, then again, the time you spent with conner was just some small "therapy talk" for him to get some things off his chest

→of course, with that being said, a lot of the stuff that conner would tell you was personal. which only made it harder for tim as he automatically assumed that you were doing stuff behind his back. as much as you wanted to tell him it wasn't what he thought it was, you didn't want to spill conner's personal issues out in the open because that would betray your trust with your friend. ultimately, being conner's friend wasn't enough for tim anymore. he was done

→"i don't want you seeing conner anymore, y/n," tim said as he crossed his arms over his chest. you only rolled your eyes and looked back at your boyfriend. "i'm only going to talk with him about some stuff, i'll be back before dinner," you replied as you went to go open the door. "so what? you can go behind my back again? no, i don't think so," "tim what are you talking about?" you asked. "our breakup. we're done,"

damian wayne―
→damian had always been a sucker for making sure you were okay during missions. he would make sure even after every mission that he would inspect you for any cuts or bruises. and even the smallest bruise would result in you being at home for a week, not being allowed to go on any missions. you hated that. as much as you loved damian caring about you all of the time, you were getting sick and tired of him being too overprotective of you. and it needed to stop

→after coming back from one mission, damian went straight away to go and check up on you. but you pushed him away and told him to stop. obviously, this automatically made damian continue to want to check on you. the more you fought against him, the more he would fight back to help. that was of course until you finally snapped

→"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" you yelled as you pushed damain's chest back. he looked down at you and shock, only for his face to fume up as he glared down at you. "i just want to make sure you're safe," he replied as he went to go and touch your hair. instantly, you grasped his wrist and pushed it away from you. "i'm fine, damain," you snapped before walking away. "what the hell is your problem!" he called out. "YOU!"