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We're Tired of Him

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We’re Tired of Him (part 5)

Jason frowned as he studied the scene in front of him. Everyone was fighting each other on who should ask the kid the first question.

The room was loud and…

His eyes turned to the couch where Damian resided, frowning as he replayed the earlier events.

Damian was off.

The intense look on his face softened by a fraction when he realized that this was the calmest he has ever seen Damian. The kid looked

like the kid he was supposed to be. As if he was just about to take a nap after a stressful day at school.

And wasn’t that fucked up?

The most at peace he’s ever seen Damian was when he was drugged up and drunk.

Jason felt someone watching him. When he turned, he met Tim’s eyes for a brief second before Tim quickly turned away, frustrated and… jealous?

He scoffed to himself. Now he knew that he was definitely imagining things. What would Tim even be jealous of?

“Look,” Tim practically snarled at the room. “I know that all of you had a bad experience with Damian’s normal Damian-ess.” Eyes followed Tim as he walked around the room, “But you guys weren’t the ones that he tried to murder.” Tim paused before adding, “Multiple times.”

Jason tried to keep his body language at ease. It never made sense to him that Tim forgave Jason but never Damian.

The room was quiet before Wally spoke up. “Go ahead, then.”

Tim walked towards Damian and he didn’t care enough to hide the grin forming on his face as he felt the room watching him.

He stopped in front of the brat, who was about to fall asleep. Tim rolled his eyes. Was it past the kid’s bedtime or something?

Tim wanted to slap Damian awake. Wanted to look down at him as he stared up at him, all bleary-eyed and hurt. That would’ve just been the beginning.

But Tim knew he couldn’t. Not with Dick and Jason watching him.

Jason.

He saw how the man looked at Damian with that stupid softened expression that was and should only be reserved for Tim!

He closed his eyes for a few seconds and let out a breath.

Tim gently shook Damian awake.

The brat squinted up at Tim and tilted his head to the side. It was cute, even he could admit that. But Tim also knew the truth.

Behind that face was nothing but the fucking devil.

Damian’s eyes were unfocused and Tim decided that it would be the perfect time to ask his question.

“Why did you try to kill me?”

Tim’s voice cracked and it was full of so much insecurity that even Dick couldn’t hide his flinch.

He knew that Tim still wasn’t over that incident but he thought that his youngest brothers were making progress. Sure it was small. But at least it was still there.

Right?

He brought his hands up to his face. What would Star do?

“My mom told me to do it,” Damian answered.

If Dick thought that the room was quiet before, it was completely silent now.

His eyes watched as Tim clenched his fists.

Dick’s eyes met Jason's who nodded in understanding.

All Tim could see was red.

“What do you mean your mom told you to do it?” His voice grew louder, angrier. “I went through all that just because you followed mommy’s orders? WHAT ARE YOU? SOME SORT OF FUCKING PUPPET?”

Tim could see small tears begin to form in Damian’s eyes and he relished in it.

He scoffed, “Well Dami.” he spat the brat’s name with as much disgust as he could muster. “Aren’t you gonna be a good little puppet and answer my question?”

Tears ran down Damian's face as he responded. “Yeah,” he whispered, trying to wipe the tears off his face. “I was bred and raised to be the perfect soldier. To follow orders and to follow them with no hesitation. If I didn’t…” Damian’s voice trailed off, something getting caught in his throat.

Before Tim could tell Damian to hurry up and answer the damn question, someone beat him to it. “What happens if you don't follow orders, Damian?”

Jason asked the question softly as he gestured for someone to grab him a cup of water.

Not even a second later, a cup was in his hand. He knelt on the floor so he could gently tilt the water into Damian’s mouth, wiping as many tears as he could running down his face.

“Thank you.” the kid murmured to him.

Jason gave him a small smile, “Always.” he assured before his face grew serious again. “But can you answer my question? Please.”

Dick saw the pointed look Jason sent him.

Change of plans, he guessed.

He stood up, heading towards Tim. No one noticed as they were too busy staring at Jason and Damian.

Tim was staring at the two of them too, not even acknowledging Dick as he led them back to the other seats.

It became obvious that Damian didn’t want to answer the question. Wally ran a hand through his hair. This was taking too long. He wanted it to be his turn.

The drink they gave to Damian at the beginning of the night was obviously not enough. And if anyone asked if he added more alcohol to the drink he handed to Jason earlier, he would deny it.

No harm, no foul.

“Since the brats not answering your question.” he yelled out, “Can it be our turn?” he gestured to the rest of the Teen Titans who looked bored out of their minds.

Jason looked like he wanted to argue but Tim sighed. “Just let them have their turn, Jay. We can coax the answer out of the brat, later.”

Jason’s eyes narrowed, “Fine.” Tim’s eyes lit up and he patted the seat next to him. Jason took the hint and sat next to his brother.

It was obvious that Jason was still lost in his thoughts but Tim didn’t care. Jason was next to him. Acting brotherly towards Tim. Not Damian, him.

“So Damian,” Wally leaned forward and he could see just how red Damian’s eyes were. He hoped that the camera was getting a clear view of this. “How do you feel about the team?”

“They don’t like me.”

That was all Damian said. It was clear, precise, and straight to the point.

Tim scoffed, “At least he’s aware.” he whispered under his breath.

Jason nudged him and sent Tim a warning look. Tim scowled.

Dick spoke up, this was the opening he was looking for. “Do you know why?”

Damian didn’t answer.

“Even while he’s drunk, he can’t follow directions.”

Dick ignored that remark. “Come on, Dami.” Dick urged, trying to get the answer out of his little brother. “Do you know why your team doesn’t like you?”

Damian's body began to tremble and tears began forming in his eyes once more. He clenched his fists, “Cause I’m stupid and useless and I can’t do anything right.” he attempted to wipe his tears away but more just came coming. “I tried to get them to like me,” he confessed. “But it didn’t work.”

Maybe it was because of how pathetic Damian looked but even Wally began to feel bad.

“What do you mean you tried to get us to like you?” Crush asked.

“I apologized.” Damian started, “And I know it wasn’t enough so I tried to start a conversation. Tried to connect with them. But it didn’t work either.” Damian stared at his hands, “I asked Alfred for tips on how to make friends and he told me that giving people food was always the right answer. So I did. I baked items to give to them and I thought it worked. But-“

Damian looked away. Dick could tell that Damian didn’t want to continue but he needed to know more. “But,” he pried. “What happened, Dami.”

“It was after a mission briefing. And everyone left for a team bonding activity that I wasn’t invited to. I had to throw something away and they were all there.” Damian sniffled, wiping more tears away from his eyes. “I worked so hard on them.” he blurted out. “And they were unopened. They didn’t even give it a try.”

Wally turned to face the Titans and he could see the conflicted emotions crossing on their face. Hell, he could feel the conflicted emotions going through him now.

He remembered the day Damian was talking about. How could he not? He was the one that convinced the others that the food might’ve been poisoned.

Wally was also the one that “unintentionally” raised his voice to talk about the place where the team was going. And how happy everyone was that the br- kid wasn’t going.

No one spoke for a while.

Jason shut his eyes. He knew that he wouldn’t like the answer to this question. But he needed to know.

“How do you think me, Dick, and Tim feel about you?”

“You guys hate me.” Damian whispered, “Father wishes I was more like all of you. But I don’t know how. And when I do try to become like you, it’s never enough.”

“No.” He heard Dick whisper in disbelief. “Dami, you’re wrong.”

If Damian heard the eldest Robin, he didn’t acknowledge it. “He thinks you guys are perfect. And you don’t-“ his voice cracked. “And you don’t even have to try.”

“Dam-“ Tim tried to interject but Damian ignored him.

“It’s not fair!” Damian lashed out. “Father wishes I got along with you guys. But when I try, it doesn’t work. I always mess things up.”

“That’s not true.” Jason found himself murmuring.

“That’s why I’m not invited to your bonding sessions. That’s why you guys always call me a demon and a brat. That’s why whenever you guys talk about me, my name always gets insulted.” Damian shut his eyes. “I don’t get it.” He admitted. “I was raised to be perfect. But it's like everything I do turns out to be a mistake.”

Dick wanted to speak up. To tell Damian that he was wrong. That he wasn’t a mistake. But his mouth wouldn’t open.

He could only listen as Damian continued to talk. No one else had the guts to stop him.

“Do you think that’s why Ummi sent me away?” Damian quietly asked, “Because I wasn’t good enough? Because I wasn’t perfect.”

Damian was talking to himself now. Dick didn’t know who this Ummi was and he didn’t think that anyone else did either.

“Sometimes, I wonder if I was sent here as a punishment,” Damian admitted. "I don't know what I did wrong but I think I was punished enough." His voice lowered. "So why won't my Ummi take me away?'

That brought Jason out of his trance and Dick watched as Jason moved to console the youngest bat. He wrapped his arms around the kid, not caring how his shirt was damp from tears. His eyes were shut as if Jason was trying to hold back his own tears.

It was like the events of the night just crashed into everyone’s heads as they turned to look at each other and back to Damian in Jason’s arms.

They fucked up.

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So, guess who’s back… ish after four months of no updates.

I am so sorry for taking so long to write this chapter. I know that I replied to a lot of comments saying that I was releasing this chapter a lot sooner than I did but things came up.

I hope you guys like this chapter!! I feel like it could’ve been a lot better (and definitely a lot angstier) but I really wanted to update this fic. Especially since my life’s gonna start picking up once again. With finals around the corner and volleyball tournaments about to start soon, life’s gonna be super busy once more.

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Jason Todd x Avengers Crossover

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He couldn’t believe that the praying thing actually worked. Clint didn’t know which godly deity thing he was praying to, but he was not complaining.

He had to play it cool, though. Clint couldn’t make it obvious that he stalked the man.

As far as he knows, no one other than Nat was aware of the interaction he had with Hood a week ago… Or the fact that they’re meeting up today.

Natasha was not going to believe this. She still couldn’t believe that she might finally get to meet the famed vigilante.

When he told her about the meet-up, she screamed so loud that Clint was surprised he wasn’t permanently deaf yet.

Out of habit, he brought up a hand to feel the devices in his ears, making sure the hearing aids that Tony made were still there.

“You okay?”

It took everything in Clint not to jump in surprise. Deaf or not, only a special group of people could sneak up to him.

Jason repeated his question, successfully snapping Clint out of his thoughts. He nodded, “Yeah. Guess I zoned out for a few seconds.”

The vigilante raised an eyebrow but didn’t reply. Their eyes met but it didn’t take long before Jason quickly lowered his.

That small act raised all sorts of alarms in the archer’s head. He wanted to comment on it. Wanted to ask the kid what was wrong. But-

But the two of them have just met. There was no way that Jason- the RED HOOD!- would trust Clint about that bothered him like this. Especially if it involved feelings.

Some day, maybe Jason will. But as of now, he won’t. Clint knows from experience.

“So, what did you need help with?” he asked.

Jason took a deep breath and Clint saw the vigilante slightly tremble. As if it hurt him to ask the archer for help.

Clint wanted to frown. He wanted to ask Jason what was wrong. And he needed to know if he was okay.

“I- I need-” Jason cut himself off and Clint didn’t know if he imagined it but he swore that something flickered in Jason’s eyes.

“Take your time, Jay.” Clint gently said. “I’m not in a rush.”

Jason nodded and the two of them let the silence immerse them. Let it fall like rain.

It wasn’t awkward. If anything, it was comfortable. He wondered if that was because Jason trusted Clint as well.

“It’s not a big favor,” Jason whispered and Clint could sense the underlying security in his tone. “And you don’t have to say yes.” he rushed out. “I just- I need a place to stay for a few days- maybe weeks?”

Clint didn’t know how to reply to that. He guessed he stayed silent for far too long because Jason’s face fell.

“I can pay you back.” the vigilante meekly offered. “A favor for a favor, y’know? I just- I just really need a place that isn’t in Gotham.”

The desperation in Jason’s voice brought Clint out of his thoughts. “No favor needed,” he tried to assure the teen. “The Avengers tower have plenty of space. It won’t be a problem at all.”

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna be a bother.”

If Clint had any doubts that Red Hood was young, then this whole conversation wiped it all away. Even when he’s not wearing his hearing aids, he’s sure that he would still be able to hear the insecurity that radiated off of Jason’s voice.

“You won’t be a bother.” Clint softly said, unaware that he slipped into his ‘comforting a victim’ voice. “I’m sure that the other Avengers would love to have you there.”

Jason scoffed as if Clint said something funny. “If you’re sure.”

Jason grinned, bright and dangerous and realistic. If Clint wasn’t here during the whole almost-butnotreally breakdown, then he would’ve believed that nothing was wrong.

That mask of his is good he couldn’t help but praise. It quickly turned to worry, though.

Clint met Jason’s eyes, the light making it seem like a deep blue. It was only because of the years of training he endured that he caught the hint of vulnerability in them.

“Of course, I’m sure.” he grinned back at the kid. “You wanna go now or later?”

Jason didn’t hesitate with his answer. “Now, please.”

Clint nodded and even though his head was begging him to ask more questions, all he did was walk towards his ride.

“Great, you can just follow me.” The archer turned towards Jason, “Think you can keep up?”

Jason smirked at the challenge, “Don’t worry, old man.” he responded, “Something tells me that I don’t even have to pull out the big wheels.”

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Clint guided Jason around the tower, showing him the spots that he believed the vigilante would be interested in. Clint really wants Jason to enjoy this place.

Going by Jason's reaction to the library, Clint thinks he will. A voice in his head whispered that he could bond with Tony and Bruce with their similar thirst for knowledge.

It's a bit funny. Out of all the rooms in the tower, he didn't think that the library would be Jason's favorite. Clint mentally shrugged, he should've known better than to assume.

“So Jason,” he teased, grin widening. “Whatever happened to not needing to pull out the big wheels against this old man right here?”

Jason rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms.

Was he pouting?

Jason’s eyes widened as he rushed to uncross his arms, forcing himself to lean against the nearest wall, “I was not pouting,” Jason stated. “And for your information, I only lost because you had home-field advantage. I had no idea where I was going.”

Clint smirked, “Sure you didn't.”

“I’m Red Hood. And the Red Hood does not pout.”

Before Clint could open his mouth to answer, he heard a cup shatter on the floor.

The two of them turned to face the intruder. Jason’s stance was defensive and Clint grabbed his bow from his back. An arrow ready to shoot.

Tony was in front of them, looking back and forth between Clint and Jason. He ignored the coffee on the ground which Clint could admit was very un-Tony like behavior.

The mechanic walked towards Jason, slowly raising his pointer finger as he poked the kid. Hard.

Jason scrunched his eyebrows, looking like a confused puppy.

Clint turned back to Tony, who was still looking at Jason in amazement… before it quickly turned to confusion.

“When did I adopt another vigilante?” Tony whispered to himself. “FRIDAY.” The man called out, “Who was the last person I adopted?”

“Peter Parker,” the AI easily answered.

Jason looked up in surprise, looking around as he tried to look for the voice.

Huh, Clint thought. He knew he forgot to mention something.

Tony opened his mouth but before he could speak, Steve walked in. “Have you guys seen To…” his voice trailed off as he spotted Jason.

Steve’s eyes flew to Tony and Clint right after and he sighed. “I thought that we talked about adopting more kids without consulting the team first.”

“I’m not-“ Jason tried to say, “No ones adopting-“

Steve sent Jason a smile that practically screamed you-poor-kid-you-have-no-idea-what-you-just-got-into, “The first step is always denial, kid. You can ask Pietro and Wanda that.” He grabbed Tony’s hand, “I’ll talk to you later. I have to put this genius to sleep first. Who knows when that last time he even laid down was.”

Clint watched as Steve led Tony away from the room. When he turned to face Jason, he saw the kid staring down at the cleaning bots.

“Tony made them,” he explained when Jason looked up at him in confusion. “With the amount of people living or even visiting the tower, he thought that having bots clean up our messes would be a lot more comfortable than having a random person do it.”

“Oh.” was all Jason said.

No one said anything for a while and Clint suspected that was because Jason was still processing his interaction with Steve and Tony. The kid was probably still confused.

He gave Jason a small nudge. “So,” he grinned. “Welcome to the Avengers Tower.”

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After around four months of no updates, guess who’s back.

I am so sorry for taking so long to write this chapter. I know that I replied to a lot of comments saying that I was releasing this chapter a lot sooner than I did but things came up.

I hope you guys like this chapter!! I feel like it could’ve been a lot better but I really wanted to update this fic. Especially since my life’s gonna start picking up once again. With finals around the corner and volleyball tournaments about to start soon, life’s gonna be super busy once more.

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Hello,I really like your fic Unexpected,just wanted to request please don't abandon this fic.I really love your idea of avenger x Jason and jealous batfam.

don’t worry!!! I don’t plan on ever abandoning any of fanfics. I’ve just been super busy and I haven’t had time to write

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night-fallz · 3 years

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XY’s Muse

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The night could not last any longer.

Every minute, his skin would find a way to brush again hers and they felt like fire, ready to burn her alive. his hands couldn’t leave her body.

Ladybug wanted him to stop.

But she’s had this conversation with him enough times to know that he wouldn’t listen.

Even when she thought that he was on her side, he never did. Every argument she makes would always fall deaf to his ears. No matter how loud she says it.

It was only recently that she realized how toxic their partnership was.

While akuma battles were hard to handle without Chat Noir, they were a blessing in disguise. If he kept up his cruise, Ladybug would’ve kept falling for it. And she wasn’t confident enough to say that she wouldn’t have gotten together with him.

Chat could be very persuasive when he wanted himself to be.

Because as ugly as his personality might be, his looks were the complete opposite. And the cat knew it.

A hand rested around Ladybug’s waist as Chat Noir pulled her closer towards him. Her skin was smoking and it took everything in her to stop herself from shivering in disgust. She couldn’t stop her stomach from sinking.

He leaned forward and she could hear the thumping of her own heart as he whispered, “I knew that you would make the right decision m’lady.” He gave her a thorough once over before smirking, “You always did.” Before she could blink, two of his fingers were on her neck. “I can feel how fast your heart is beating for me. I knew that you always loved me. You were just too stubborn to admit it.”

Before things could escalate, she gently pushed him off, awkwardly smiling. “Yep,” she managed to steadily say. “You know me too well.”

He licked his lips, “Of course I do.” he said, lowering his voice. “We are soulmates after all.”

Ladybug’s gaze lowered.

This was a topic that Chat always brought up. The two of them represented creation and destruction. They were good and bad personified. Yin and yang. They meant to be together.

But Ladybug didn't believe it.

She couldn’t.

There was no way her soulmate could be someone disgusting. Someone who invaded her personal space and had no value for her feelings. Chat wanted to control her.

Ladybug had to believe that it wasn’t true.

Cause even she knew that she deserved better.

After a long minute, Chat Noir leaned back. He pursed his lips before giving her a smile that was probably meant to look sexy. Instead, it did nothing but make her blood freeze cold.

“You know, m’lady” Chat started, his voice sounded way too innocent for her liking. You’ve obviously changed your mind about our relationship and made the correct decision. So don’t you think that we should reveal our identities to each other now?” He lifted her chin and purred when their eyes met. “We wouldn’t want to start our relationship off on the wrong foot now, don’t we?”

Ladybug shook her head, “No,” she said. And even though her words were quiet, she could hear them echoing throughout Paris. “We don’t want that to happen.”

She tried her hardest to keep her voice from sounding defeated but from the way Chat smirked at her, his eyes glinting with glee, she knew that she failed.

Of course, Chat knew that she wasn’t in love with him. She had no choice but to arrive. Not if she wanted to get rid of his ring. She shouldn’t be surprised that he was twisting everything around, painting himself as the knight in shining armor.

“But,” her voice faltered. “Do you think we can wait until we finish eating? I just- I don’t-”

He interrupted her with a brush on her cheek. “Are you nervous, bugaboo?” he teased. “Don’t worry, even if your face doesn’t live up to my standards, your body does.” She felt one of his hands travel down her back and for the millionth time, she wished that her uniform wasn’t so skin tight. “And when we decide to fuck, I’m sure that we can hide your face somehow.”

Her cheeks flushed and he laughed.

“I won’t- I- We’re still so young.” She tried to defend herself, not knowing why. It’s not like he would ever get the chance to do those types of things to her. “I don’t want to do that type of thing just yet.”

He ignored her protests, his hand stopping at her buttocks. “Would I be your first, m’lady?” he asked, his eyes maliciously staring down at hers, “Were you saving yourself just for me? How sweet.” When she doesn’t answer he continued. “You have until sunset to reveal your identity to me.”

He says it like he’s doing her a favor. She hates it.

If her distaste shows on her face, he ignores it. “That should give you enough time to gather up the courage to show your face.” he tilts his head as he gives her another once-over that makes her feel absolutely filthy. “Though, I'm sure you aren’t that bad looking. You are my soulmate, after all.”

She nods. “Thank you,” she says, relief plain in her tone as she carefully grabs two macaroons from the display. “Are you still hungry?” she asked, tilting her head in the way she knew he liked.

He took the offered dessert, “What type of boyfriend would I be if I didn't eat all the food my girlfriend gave me.”

She carefully ate her macaroon, discreetly watching as Chat ate his.

This moment reminded her of how things were before. After patrol, Ladybug would bring them something to eat and the two of them would sit at the Eiffel tower together, enjoying each other’s company as conversation flowed through the air.

She remembered feeling relief. Relief that she had someone to share the burden of saving Paris with. Happy that she wasn’t alone. That she had someone that understood her.

Now-

It was the complete opposite.

Now all Ladybug feels is dread as the two of them ate through the assortment of food. She couldn't bring herself to talk, only nodding as Chat listed off everything that he had planned for them.

His hand reached for his beverage and something in her loosened. It was almost over.

Chat opened his mouth but before a word could escape, his body fell on the metallic floor. She waited for a few minutes, her heart gradually beating once again.

What if it was a trick? What if he caught onto her plan and was playing with her head?

She waited for a few minutes before sighing with relief, even though the tightness never fully went away.

Chat Noir was unconscious in front of her and all she had to do was to pull the ring off of his finger.

It was right there, a few steps away. It would be so easy.

So why did she feel like something was about to go wrong?

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After another month or so, I'm back with another chapter. Balancing out school and volleyball was a lot harder than I thought it would be. Only one month has passed and I am already swamped with work.

What did you guys think of the chapter? Hopefully, you weren’t too disappointed.

I’m gonna spend this weekend trying to try and get my life together so hopefully, that means that next week will be easier for me.

Especially since I still need to finish my permit course. (If you couldn’t tell, I’m kinda hating sophomore year of high school right now)

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Jason Todd x Avengers Crossover

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If he knew that he would be blamed for murdering someone the moment he got back to Gotham, then Jason would’ve waited another week or two before returning.

No matter what a lot of people said, Jason wasn’t stupid. He knows not to expect things that were unlikely to happen.

Jason couldn’t risk raising his hopes when it came to the bats.

He knew that he wasn’t gonna receive a warm welcome filled with hugs and cupcakes. Honestly, the most he expected was a nod of acknowledgment. And if he was lucky, then maybe- maybe he would’ve gotten a smile with the quiet whisper of a welcome back.

It made his heart twist in all the wrong ways to know that his family didn’t trust him as much as he thought. Jason genuinely believed that he and the bats were on good enough terms to earn him the benefit of the doubt.

He forced himself not to flinch as he met Batman’s harsh, distrustful gaze.

“I wasn’t even here when he was killed,” Jason tried to say as calmly as he could, knowing that if he loses his temper, everyone would use it against him. “I was following a case up in New York.”

He couldn’t go back to Arkham! Not again. Not with the Joker only a few cells away from him, taunting him with his laughter— his voice filled with cruel exhilaration as he continuously promised Jason that they would play together once again. How he would soon be reunited with his favorite playmate.

His favorite Robin.

He heard someone suck in a breath behind him.

Jason didn’t expect anyone to defend him. Not against Batman. But still-

He didn’t expect them to just stand and watch as Batman tore him into shreds once again. Batman threw accusation over accusation, yet he never once provided a single piece of evidence that proved it was Jason that did it.

He took a step towards Jason and he had to force himself not to flinch. Batman wouldn’t… not with his kids in the same room.

He ignored the rising panic in his stomach. Jason was safe.

He was safe.

Bruce wouldn’t beat him in the cave. Not in front of everyone. Not in front of Damian.

Jason would be able to walk out of the cave with his ability to walk. He was gonna be okay.

“Look, B. You can even ask them,” he pointed at the spot where Dick and the others were standing. “I told them that I was leaving Gotham for a while.”

Batman turned to where Jason was pointing. “Well?” he asked expectantly.

The cave was engulfed in eerie silence before Tim opened his mouth, faltering a little when he met Jason’s pleading gaze. “He’s not lying Bruce. He told me that he had a mission out of Gotham while we were hanging out a few weeks ago.”

Jason could feel his chest loosen up for a few seconds, thankful that Tim confirmed his statement.

He remembered the day that Tim was talking about. The bats were getting even clingier than usual. They weren’t even trying to hide the fact that they were following Jason anymore.

Tim asked Jason if he wanted to watch a movie and Jason agreed.

The bats were gonna be watching him anyways— they didn’t even try to hide the fact that they bugged him and all the known safehouses he has.

At this point, Jason didn’t know whether he should feel offended with how much they underestimated or relieved.

They already viewed him as dangerous and unpredictable. If they ever find out that Jason’s been holding back, even if it was just a little-

He won’t let them throw him back to Arkham. Jason would rather go back to the League of Assassins.

If Jason wasn’t watching Batman so closely, he would’ve missed the sliver of a nod the man-made.

Jason tried not to think of the fact that Bruce immediately accepted Tim’s answer without hesitation.

For the millionth time in this conversation, he wished that he was wearing his helmet. Instead, he forced his expression to remain calm. To remain bored as turned back to Bruce an eyebrow raised.

“Is that good enough proof for you, old man?” he couldn’t help but spit out, bitterness clear in his voice.

Batman remained unaffected, not even bothering to verbally answer Jason’s question. Instead, he just nodded.

Jason’s heart clenched, of course, he wouldn’t get an apology. Batman was too prideful for that.

“Truth.” Cassandra’s voice rang across the cave, breaking the heavy silence. “No… not lie.”

Batman nodded once again and Cassandra’s eyes met his. It took everything in him to stop a retort from coming out of his mouth.

Couldn’t she have said that a few minutes ago? Before Batman ripped him apart like he was nothing but flimsy paper.

Still, he guessed he should be thankful that she defended him. Even though it was too late.

After a few seconds of no one saying anything, Dick broke the awkwardness with an annoying smile on his face. “Now that that’s settled, why don’t we get that movie started?”

It was only because of all his training that Jason didn’t break down right there.

Of course this was just another thing that they’d sweep under the rug. Something that they would never want to speak off again.

Discussions of what movie they were supposed to watch erupted the room. It didn’t take long for an argument to break out between Damian and Tim.

Jason watched the scene for a few seconds before looking away.

They looked like a real family.

He turned away, these things happened frequently enough for Jason to know that he wasn’t welcomed.

He blocked out all the noise as he walked towards his helmet, eager to put it back on.

It was only a matter of luck that the universe hated him so much that he knocked something down, the thumping noise alerting everyone that he was about to leave.

Jason couldn’t help but feel relieved that he put on his helmet as soon as he got his hands on it.

At least he didn’t have to go to all the trouble to force his expression to remain impassive anymore.

Batman could use it against him.

Dick’s eyebrows furrowed, “Where are you going, Jay? I thought you were joining us tonight.”

“Yeah, well maybe I’m not in the mood to watch a stupid movie tonight.” Jason spits out.

Was Dick being serious right now? There were so many things wrong with that question.

One: Why would Jason want to spend more time with the people who thought he murdered someone and didn’t even bother to defend him.

And two-

No one invited Jason.

Before anyone could say anything else, Jason hopped on his motorcycle. He needed to get out of the cave.

He could feel their eyes on his back but no one bothered to stop him.

The last thing he heard was Cassandra’s voice assuring the bats. “Be back,” she said with enough confidence that one would think that she could command Jason to turn around with only her words. “He will be back.”

Jason held in the harsh remark that threatened to leave his lips.

Plus, it wasn’t like Cassandra was lying. He knew it— and hell, the rest of Bats probably knew it too.

Jason would come back. He always did.

It wasn’t like he had anywhere else to go.

But for now, he needed to get away. He thought that one week would be enough to calm the pit.

It wasn’t.

In fact, he feels like the interaction with the bats today just made it worst.

He’ll stay away from them for two weeks. That should be enough time for the pit to stop screaming at him.

But who would he stay with?

Jason had enough experience to know that the best way to calm the pit was to surround yourself with people you trust.

Kori and Roy were still in space.

And Talia was busy with the civil war against Ra’s.

Jason had no one else.

Except-

His phone grew heavier in his pocket and he remembered that an Avenger owed him a favor.

Clint said that Jason could text him whenever.

And the more he thought about it, the more Jason decided that he did trust the archer in some way.

Jason soon found himself staring at the side mirror of the vehicle and poisonous green eyes stared back.

He quickly averted his eyes.

Clint was his last choice. And Jason couldn’t risk being in the peak of a pit episode without anyone to keep him in his place.

He could do this.

It wasn’t like he had another choice.

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Balancing out school and volleyball was a lot harder than I thought it would be. Only one month has passed and I am swamped with work.

I don’t know how I feel about this chapter. It’s not my best work but I wanted to put something out for you guys!!

I hope that you liked it.

I’m gonna spend this weekend to try and get my life together so hopefully, that means that next week will be easier for me.

Especially since I still need to finish my permit course. (If you couldn’t tell, I’m kinda hating sophomore year of high school right now)

Like always, please leave a comment. i love reading them and they just motivate me so much! And they would help an extra ton these days.

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Damian and Dick were late and Tim was starting to get impatient. How long could it take to retrieve the stupid brat?

Distantly, he heard the elevator bell ring, signaling that someone was going up, and he couldn’t stop his eyes from widening with glee.

Finally.

A few more minutes and Damian’s secrets would be theirs for the taking.

The doors opened and everyone went to their stations, discreetly watching as Damian sat on the only empty seat left.

They specifically left that seat open so that Damian would be in the middle of the room. That way everyone can keep an eye on him and Damian would be able to feel the pressure of everyone’s eyes on him.

The kid’s face was blank but Tim could see the confusion laying in his eyes.

He couldn’t help the small smirk that formed on his face. Of course Damian would be confused. He’s probably never been in Titans Tower when there hasn’t been a mission.

Hell, Tim bets that no one has ever willingly hung out with him before.

The heavy air of silence was interrupted with Damian’s question, "Don't you guys have a movie to watch?"

"It was closed." Crush said, not wanting to answer Damian’s stupid questions.

Damian’s eyebrows furrowed, "How would it be closed? It's barely 10 o'clock."

Tim rolled his eyes, interrupting whatever Jason was saying with a cold, "Don't I get a welcome, Demon?" When Damian didn’t answer, he continued. “Plus, last time I checked, you didn't know what cinema they were going to, so how would you know what time it would close."

Tim knew he won when Damian rolled his eyes right back. "Tt, whatever."

He stared at Tim with a bored expression for a few seconds before turning to Dick. "Can I go now?" When their oldest brother didn’t reply, Damian hesitantly continued. "I just remembered that I had to do something."

This time, Tim couldn’t stop himself from scoffing. It was such an obvious lie.

All the assassin training that Damian always bragged about and that was what came out of his mouth?

He was honestly disappointed.

Plus, even if Damian said that confidently. No one in the room would even believe that Damian had plans.

The brat’s life consisted off of training, school, and being Robin. There was also no way that anyone would want to hang out with Damian.

His dad might be Bruce Wayne, but the kid’s attitude was enough to turn everyone away.

After Damian finally realized that he wasn’t going to get an answer, Tim watched as he got up from his chair, walking towards the exit.

He notices Dick signaling for someone to block the door and he didn’t bother to try and stop the smug feeling from spreading across his body as he watched the brat’s face shrivel with uncertainty the moment he realized that he wouldn’t be able to leave.

Damian turned around, his eyes glaring at everyone who would meet his gaze. "What do you guys want?"

Though, the intensity of the glare faded away when Damian’s voice cracked, filled with insecurity.

The night has only just started and the entitled prince’s facade was already breaking.

Jason leaned forward, a mug in his hand as he spoke. "I don't know what they want, but can you try this? Alfred gave me the recipe."

Everyone watched as Damian narrowed his eyes at the drink. From the corner of his eye, he noticed some of the girls blush as Damian ran his hands through his damp hair.

It was a sign of nervousness, he realized. Tim made sure to file that information in his head for later exploration.

Knowing when the demon brat got jitters would make amazing blackmail material.

His thought process were cut off with Damian’s arrogant voice. “And I should care about that because…?"

Tim grit his teeth. He hated how Damian acted like he was holding the cards in this conversation.

He wasn’t!

Tim and the others were. That was the only reason that Tim hasn’t blown up and ripped the brat to pieces.

Crush continued to provoke Damian. "Please don't tell me that you're scared."

Damian scoffed before pausing, not answering the question.

It was the wrong move.

The fact that Damian didn't answer only boosted everyone's confidence.

After all, it wasn’t everyday that Damian Wayne had nothing to say.

Jason walked up to Damian, the mug in his hand. Damian’s gaze never even left the object.

The brat warily looked around. He wasn’t even trying to hide his confusion anymore. It was just becoming too obvious.

"You know," Emiko said. A blind man would be able to see just how much she enjoyed taunting Damian. And Tim couldn’t find it in himself to blame her. "What would happen if your father heard the fact that you declined a drink that your brother obviously worked hard on just for you?"

She let out a gasp that was so fake that even Damian would be able to tell that it was supposed to be mocking him. "Oh! What would the League do?"

It was the perfect opening and Tim couldn’t help but step in, his eyes desperately wanting to see Damian twitch uncomfortably. "If dad found out, you would probably be banned from patrol…” Damian clenched his fists and he couldn’t help but add an “again."

Tim’s face grew into a smirk as he relished in the laughter. This was payback for everything Damian did. And trust him when he says that this was only the beginning.

It didn’t even take a minute before Damian snatched the white mug, ironically covered with bats from Jason’s hand.

Tim’s smile widened, he knew that Damian would take the drink. Just like the other Robins before him, Damian was desperate for Batman’s approval as well. The kid didn’t want to let his dad down.

And to make this whole situation even better, if Damian ever finds out about this whole scheme, Tim knows that he can probably spin the story so that everyone but Damian won’t get in trouble.

It’s not like it would be hard.

Damian was the one stupid enough to give into the taunts and didn’t check if the drink was drugged or not.

Bruce would be disappointed.

Damian drank the drink in a few seconds. The kid opened his mouth but before a word could escape, he crumpled down.

Sadly, Jason was there to catch him before his head hit the ground, carefully laying Damian down on the couch.

Wally groaned, “You should’ve let the brat fall.” he complained, “It wouldn’t have hurt him.”

Jason's eyes glowed green as he glared at the speedster. “Watch your tone, West. As bratty as he might be, this kid is still my brother.”

Wally gulped before nodding so fast that Tim thought his head would fall off. Jason might not be killing anyone anymore, but it doesn’t change the fact that he was still frightening.

Tim paused, replaying Jason’s words in his head, before frowning, jealousy spreading all over his body.

Damian already had Dick backing him up, he didn’t need Jason too. It was an unspoken rule that Tim thought the bats all knew.

Dick was Damian’s older brother, while Jason was Tim’s. That was how it worked.

And it's worked pretty well so far. Ever since Dick replaced him with Damian, he and Jason were got closer.

They had movie nights and Jason taught Tim how to cook!

He was so sure that Jason didn’t even care about Damian. He ran the calculations through his head.

If Jason and Dick started to like Damian more than Tim, then they would get rid of him again. Tim would be alone.

He bit his lip to stop his mouth from talking, focusing on the camera Wally was setting up. That way, they’d have materialistic proof of Damian’s vulnerability and humiliation.

It was blackmail material that Tim knows he’d treasure like a lifeline.

Now that he thought about it, maybe Tim could use this video to sabotage whatever brotherly relationship Jason and Damian had.

He’d tell Damian to ignore Jason and to act every brattier towards their brother.

Jason’s patience for the brat would run out and he would Tim’s older brother again.

And this time, he would only be Tim’s.

When Wally was finished his lips formed a small smirk. He watched as a sadistic glint entered the speedster’s eyes. “So, who wants to go first?”

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I am so, so sorry that this chapter took forever to release. Balancing out school and volleyball was so much harder than I thought it would be.

I’m gonna spend the weekend to try and get my life together so that next everything will hopefully be easier on me.

This chapter was pretty short but it did give some insight into Tim’s thoughts about this whole situation.

If you couldn’t tell, they’re not very pretty.

Tim and Damian never made up in this universe. And trying to kill Tim multiple times makes it hard for Tim to try and forgive Damian.

I know that this chapter kinda sucked but I wanted to put something out before things get even busier. so hopefully you somewhat enjoyed it.

Like always, please leave a comment. i love reading them and they just motivate me so much! And they would help an extra ton these days.

And once again, if you have any fanfic requests, questions, or just suggestions for a specific fanfic I’m writing, just leave it in a comment down below or you can just message me here on tumblr.

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Jason Todd x Avengers Crossover

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Two days have passed since Clint was saved by Jason. And for some reason, he still can't get the vigilante out of his mind.

Natasha teased him about it but he knows that if she sees Jason in action, she would be intrigued as well.

The way he fought was mesmerizing. Every bullet that was shot was so precisely aimed that the wounds weren't deadly.

Sure it knocked them out, but they weren't gonna die.

That form of marksmanship was only earned through years of hard work. And Clint's worked with Bucky enough times to know that Jason somehow predicted the next move of the attackers, aiming at the non-lethal body parts.

He has a feeling that Bucky and Jason would make an incredible duo.

Which is why he needs them to meet.

Clint doesn't usually do this but the more he thought about the bucket-wearing vigilante, the higher his list of questions got.

He took out his phone, leaning against the couch as he searched for the man that saved him.

vigilante wearing red bucket

He scrolled through google trying to find a decent article on the guy.

After thirty whole minutes of barely finding information, Clint wanted to throw his phone across the room. So far, all he's figured out was that Jason's territory was in Gotham and that his vigilante name is 'Red Hood'.

Which was... creative in a way?

At least it wasn't 'Red Bucket' or 'Bucket Head' or anything like that. It was definitely better than 'Green Arrow'.

After another failed search, he decided to finally give up. There was nothing about Red Hood. All the articles were mainly about Batman, Nightwing, a restaurant place, and a Robin!

He groaned and put his face in his hands. He doesn't care about those overrated heroes, he wants to find out more about Red Hood.

The guy was so cool... he wonders why there were barely any pieces written about him. The few sentences that he's read about the vigilante almost always depicted him in a bad light.

Which was honestly unfair.

He stared at his phone, contemplating on whether or not he should ask Natasha.

On the positive side, he knows that the assassin would have information on Red Hood. Natasha has information on everyone.

But...

Clint didn't want Natasha to tease him even more! If she keeps up with the sarcastic comments then the other Avengers would be curious. And curious Avengers meant nosy people.

He felt himself shiver, really nosy people.

He swears that if he had a sister— older or younger, they would act exactly like how Natasha was acting right now.

He could practically imagine the smirk she was wearing on her face when she picked up.

"Hey, Clint." she casually greeted, "How are you?"

He refrained from gritting his teeth, "I'm doing good." he paused, eyes closing as he took a breath in, this hurt to admit. "I need your help."

"I know."

"What do you know about the Red Hood?"

"The Red Hood?" she hummed under her breath, "Let's see."

Clint heard her moving things around, then he could distinctly hear the noise of paper being flipped. "Do you just have documents of random vigilantes lying around your room?" he couldn't help but ask. "Is this an assassin thing?"

Does Bucky do this too?

"I'm getting you the information you need." she reminded, "How I keep track of the data I have is none of your business."

"Okay, okay." he surrendered, a smile making its way onto his face. "But why don't you just keep it on a computer? Wouldn't that make things easier for you?"

She ignored his question, "Red Hood is an excellent marksman," she stated. "He made his debut as a crime lord by showing a bunch of people a duffel bag filled with the heads of notorious criminals."

Clint let out a whistle, "That is an intense introduction. He's even better than I thought he would be."

"Yeah," Natasha agreed. "He's easily one of the most dangerous and capable vigilantes in Gotham. In a matter of months, he's managed to bring crime down Crime Alley by at least fifty percent. Something that Batman himself, couldn't do. His methods were vicious, but they worked. Extremely well. He's killed a lot of child molesters, human traffickers, and rapists."

Even though Natasha couldn't see him, he tilted his head to the side, biting the inside of his cheek. Clint could care less about what methods Jason used. If they worked, they worked. And it's not like those criminals didn't deserve it. It's just-

Killing takes a lot out of you. Especially when you're young. Clint would know.

He had no doubt in his head that Jason was an incredible fighter. Not to mention that he was also huge— in both height and muscle.

He can see why he has a majority of Gotham fooled.

But, for about a minute, after they won against the ninjas, Jason removed his helmet in order to get a breath of fresh air.

A mask might've been covering his eyes, but Clint's been in the vigilante business for years now. He remembers clear as day, just how young the vigilante looked under the sun.

When Clint first started, he was thankful that he had Natasha to talk to whenever things got hard. Whenever he felt guilty for taking someone's life. No matter how much they deserved it.

Hell, he's still thankful for Natasha now. Without her, Clint would probably be dead. His body found bleeding out in an abandoned area, a neat row of scars on his thighs and arms.

He hopes that Jason has a friend like Natasha. Someone who'd be there for him no matter what. Someone who'd remind him that he was worth it. That he was loved.

Cause if not, then there is no way that the kid is okay.

Natasha's sharp voice interrupted his thoughts, "That was a few years ago. As far as I know, he doesn't kill anymore. The farthest that Hood would go now would be to permanently cripple someone. And even then, he would only do that when the person did something unforgivable."

After a few seconds of silence, Clint opened his mouth. "Is that it?" he couldn't help but question.

"Nope," Natasha admitted. "But it's all I'm willing to tell you."

"Fine then," he smirked. "Keep your assassiny secrets. I got more than I expected anyways."

"What did you get yourself into, Clint? Why all the sudden interest in him? Why all the sudden interest in a vigilante in Gotham?"

He knows that Natasha was just looking out for him. She was worried. "Do you remember a few days ago when I was saved by this Jason guy?" he asked.

"Yeah? You've been talking about him nonstop. He saved your ass and you gave him your number." she paused before adding, "Your private one."

He nodded, "Yeah. Well, he's the Red Hood."

"You're kidding."

"Nope. I searched him up and he had the same costume and everything."

"And he actually said that his name was Jason?"

"Yep." he tried to casually say, "It's probably cause Jason's a popular name and stuff."

"Maybe." Natasha hesitantly agreed, "But anyway, since you gave him your number, I think you should know that I've always wanted to meet him so if he texts you soon..."

Her voice trailed off and Clint couldn't hold in his sigh, "Yeah, yeah. I'll arrange a meet-up or whatever."

Her voice automatically brightened, "Actually?"

The corner of his mouth lifted, "Sure. But I wanted to introduce him to Bucky first."

Natasha made a shocked sound of betrayal, "Wha- but Clint!" she whined, "I'm the one who's asking. Not him."

"I know."

It took everything in him to stop the laugh from escaping his mouth.

Complaints about how unfair Clint was being made their way onto his ears and he relished each and every one of them. It wasn't often that he had something Natasha wanted.

Revenge was sweet.

After a few minutes, he let out an incredibly fake gasp. "Sorry, Natasha. I gotta go. I have a kitchen emergency."

"What the fuck, Clint." she demanded, "You don't even know how to cook. Remember the omelet incident? What emerg-"

He hung up.

Clint's definitely going to regret ending the call later. He knows it.

But right now, he could care less.

He has something Natasha wants, so she won't murder him.

... hopefully.

He hopes that he runs into the vigilante soon. Jason was cool and pretty fun to talk to. Clint definitely won't mind fighting at Red Hood's side once more.

They worked really well together.

While they were fighting, he knew that Jason was gonna have his back. He knew that Jason wasn't gonna let him get hurt. It was weird, considering that was the first encounter he's ever had with him.

He doesn't know when Jason is gonna decide to use his number, but he hopes that it'll be soon.

He has questions. And whenever Jason was ready, Clint hopes that he can answer.

Starting with the one that's been clouding his head; why did the Red Hood stop killing?

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okay, I didn’t expect to write a chapter this soon. but reading all the comments you guys left on the previous chapter motivated me. to be honest, I didn’t expect this fanfic to get as many hits as it did.

I don’t know when I’m planning on posting this chapter but right now, my goal is to write as much as I can.

I also don’t know exactly how busy my sophomore year of high school will be, but I feel like it’s better to be safe than sorry. Especially if I make the school volleyball team.

I finished writing this chapter on August 8th, and I have tryouts on the 9th through the 11th from 4-6 pm. (wish me luck!)

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If you don't mind me asking who all do you ship with Jason.

out of everyone, I think I ship Jason with Roy or Artemis. But I ship Jason the most with me ;)

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for some reason, I have the strange urge to write an omega! Jason Todd fanfic

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XY’s Muse

Adrien knew that his plan would work.

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Chapter 15

If Adrien knew that it would be this easy to get Ladybug to go on a date with him, he would’ve threatened her a lot sooner.

At first, he thought that she was one of those girls who preferred someone who was charming. Someone who she believed would drop anything to help her. So he became that person. Chat Noir played his golden boy persona to the max.

But Ladybug…

She was playing hard to get. And he didn’t mind it. He loved a good chase.

Don’t get him wrong, it was fun to play with the girls that he has wrapped around his fingers. It made his heart pound with glee to know that if he wanted them to jump off the top of the Eiffel Tower, they would do it.

His mom was one of the world’s most talented actresses and his dad built his fashion empire with nothing but papers, pencils, and his own brutality.

They carved out a path of success for Adrien, and he would be an idiot to not take advantage of it.

Ever since he was a kid, he learned how to use his looks to his advantage. Every smile, laugh, and look he made was calculated to create the persona he wore to this day.

At the age of fifteen, Adrien Agreste was one of the world’s most well-known models. His face was power. A furrow of his eyebrow could cause businesses to go bankrupt. With a snap of his fingers, he could ruin anyone’s future.

A single smile from him could cause so many girls to faint.

Chloe, Lila, Marinette, and so many more were trapped in the web of lies he designed. They were nothing but entertainment for when he was bored.

It was so fun watching people like Marinette trip over themselves

But with all her flaws came a few good things.

She was hot, for one. After he had Ladybug under his control, he might go after her next. She was a bit shy but those Instagram pictures she posted a few days ago made him appreciate more of her physical assets.

Marinette was also a wonderful designer. His dad was impressed with her designs. With enough time, he could convince her to sign a contract with Gabriel.

Her designs would be world-famous… it just wouldn’t be under her name.

Adrien was chosen for the cat miraculous for a reason.

He was destruction to the core.

His smile grew sharp in the dark as he led Ladybug to their spot.

She looked exquisite tonight.

Her skin-tight suit hugged her body in all the right places. With enough patience and time under his control, Adrien’s hands would be able to roam against her skin whenever he wants.

He wanted to laugh, this game was so simple. He’s done it so many times.

When they were both seated in the blanket he laid out, he made sure that his body language was open and friendly. He needed Ladybug to believe that she was safe. With him.

“What did you have in that basket of yours, m’lady?” he purred, purposely making his voice deeper.

Adrien watched with satisfaction as Ladybug’s face flushed. Red really was her color.

When they became the power couple of Paris, he would make sure to fill her closet with that color. He couldn’t have a girlfriend who embarrassed him, after all.

He had an image to play.

But right now, Adrien was sure that Ladybug wouldn’t mind if he kept their relationship a secret. She wasn’t the only good-looking girl out there.

Someone like him couldn’t stay with only one girl.

With his looks and his talents, Ladybug should be lucky that he even paid attention to her.

He might’ve liked a good chase but sometimes the chase goes on longer than he wants.

And he hated it when he didn’t get what he wanted.

Ladybug wants one thing. She wants to save Paris.

Akumas are one thing, but without Chat Noir, Ladybug would never be able to win against Hawk Moth.

It was the perfect thing to exploit.

“O-oh, uhm. I just got us a bunch of sweets.” Her voice was soft and when she gave him a sheepish smile, he had to hold himself back from pinning her down and forcing their mouth together. “I thought that we could talk. Just like what we used to do.”

Adrien could work with that.

He brushed his hand against her thigh, “That sounds like a splendid idea.”

Ladybug’s eyes brightened, and if he was anyone else, he would’ve done anything to keep them like that.

But he wasn’t just anyone else. He was the Adrien Agreste.

And he wanted to diminish that light. To break his lady down so bad that she would be forced to rely on no one but him. He would make her believe that no one else could make her happier than he could. Make her believe that she couldn’t live without him.

He took the cookie from Ladybug, taking a small bite as Ladybug’s melodic voice filled the air.

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So we finally have a chapter with Adrien’s perspective. He’s a bit conceited, don’t you think. What can I say, like father like son.

But I hope you guys are proud of me once more. That’s three chapters in a single row. I guess you can say that I found a bit of inspiration thanks to your suggestions. So if you have any more, please comment them. They help me out a lot.

And like always, please comment your thoughts, feedback, and of course, suggestions. If you see any mistakes, please tell me. I don't have a beta reader so that'll make my life a lot easier.

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night-fallz · 3 years

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We’re Tired of Him

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We’re Tired of Him (part 3)

Unlike a lot of people, Dick didn’t think that Damian was a spawn born from hell.

He was still, after all, a kid.

But sometimes, even he had to agree that Damian could be a bit… much for a lot of people.

So Dick didn’t blame them when they made their opinions of him clear.

But Dick also knew that if Damian loosened up a bit and held back with his provocative remarks, he would finally make friends with people that weren’t forced to hang out with him in the first place.

It honestly shouldn’t be as difficult as it was.

During Dick’s time as Batman, he managed to see a softer side of Damian. He was understanding towards the victims, knowing when he should stop or continue pushing for information.

If he brought out that side of him more often, Dick knew that people might actually begin to tolerate him.

Not just as Robin, but as Damian Wayne as well.

He’s heard Bruce’s complaints of how many fights Damian has been in at the Academy. How many times Bruce had to pay them off just so that Damian could keep attending.

Dick didn’t understand!

He knew that a lot of the kids there could be a bit brutal. But Damian was the biological son of Bruce Wayne! The kids and faculty members there were probably sucking it up to Damian. He had no doubt in his head that they treated him like a prince.

After all, people would do anything to get a percentage of the Wayne fortune.

He’s had this talk with Damian so many times. But he guessed that he just ignored Dick’s lecture, once more.

When will Damian realize that just because people treated him better than how they would normally treat other people-

It didn’t mean that he should start fights just because for the sake of it.

He mentally instructed himself to talk to Damian after this whole plan. This time, he would make sure that Damian was listening.

Even if Dick had to blackmail him.

For a while, Damian might not be able to tolerate him for a while but he’ll soon realize that it was for his own good. He’ll realize that everything is easier when people don’t hate you.

Dick was just looking out for his little brother. Was that so bad?

His hand knocked against the wooden door and when he received no answer, he carefully pulled it open.

Damian liked to keep his room to himself.

Usually, he didn’t let anyone but Alfred in but sometimes…

Sometimes, he would allow Dick the privilege of entering for a few minutes before quickly kicking him out.

Dick was never allowed in Damian’s room long enough for him to take in the vast space.

He could hear the shower running nearby.

Dick walked around the room. It was so disappointing. So empty.

It wasn’t personalized at all.

The desk was the only thing that showed that it wasn’t a guest room. But that it was, in fact, Damian’s room.

Crunched-up papers and pens were scattered all over the surface.

If crunching up papers were considered murder, Damon would’ve broken the code several times.

What did those papers ever do to him?

He was about to reach for one when his gaze caught Damian’s sketchbook on the chair.

Aside from his katanas, these sketchbooks were some of the assassin’s prized possessions.

But Dick was sure that Damian wouldn’t mind if he took a peek or two.

He knew that Damian was talented when it came to art but these sketches were on a whole other level.

Damian drew better than a lot of professional artists. Hell, Dick knew that a lot of them wished that they could achieve Damian’s level one day.

He flipped through the book, stopping at a page where Damian drew everyone.

It was breathtaking.

Damian made sure to include everyone in the family. He even included Alfred, Steph, and Kate!

Dick pulled out his phone to take a picture so that he could show it to Bruce later.

He smiled at the photo before furrowing his brows when he realized that someone was missing.

After a few seconds of confusion, his brain finally registered that Damian wasn’t in the drawing.

Did Damian forget to add himself?

Or maybe he just didn’t like drawing himself. He’s heard about how hard it can be to draw your own face.

Something to do with perception and stuff.

That couldn’t be it though. He looked at the previous sketches. Damian didn’t have any trouble drawing himself. Not when he drew that many pages with him and Talia hugging.

So maybe-

“Huh,” he muttered under his breath. “Then this page was probably incomplete.”

His mind ignored how the drawing didn’t look incomplete. At all.

It was professionally shaded and the background was even colored, bringing out the smiling faces of each member.

If Dick looked closely enough, he swears that Damian accidentally spilled a drop of water in the paper.

He shrugged off his thoughts. He was probably just imagining the water drops.

Everyone knew just how careful Damian was when it came to his drawings.

He’ll still show the picture to Bruce though. Who knows, the man might have Damian draw him the new family portrait.

Maybe they can use it as a father-son bonding day.

His eyes caught the time on the corner of his screen. It was almost time for them to meet up at the tower.

A frown made its way onto his face, how long has Damian been in the shower?

He must take his self-care very seriously.

From the corner of his eye, he could see Damian’s phone on his bed. The screen was constantly lighting up, filling up with notifications.

Maybe Damian did have friends.

Dick wanted to walk towards the bed to see just who was texting his brother but he managed to stop himself.

Instead, he cautiously knocked on the bathroom door, hoping Damian will realize that someone is waiting so that he could hurry up.

They had a limited timeframe, after all.

“I’ll be there soon Alfred!” he heard Damian’s voice call out.

“Sorry, but I’m not Alfred.”

No one replied for a few seconds before Damian’s disbelieving voice filled the room as the bathroom door flew open. “Grayson?”

Damian stepped out and Dick managed to sneak a peek of how fogged up everything was. “What are you doing here?”

His eyes softened at the sight of the kid in front of him, “Do I need an excuse to visit my brother?”

Damian rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, looking every bit the bratty assassin that people thought he was.

“I’m not up for your silly little games tonight.” the boy sneered up at him.

Dick pouted, his eyes naturally widening and his lips began to quiver. “Please Dami.” he pleaded, “I just want to spend some time with my brother.”

Something flashed in Damian’s eyes that Dick couldn’t decipher but he ignored it. He had one mission and he couldn’t mess it up.

“Well, I don’t want to spend time with you.” Damian growled in annoyance, “Now if you excuse me, I have to go do... something.”

It was at times like this that Dick’s patience ran thin with the little assassin, but he still forced a grin upon his face.

It was obvious that Damian was lying. As far as Dick knew, he didn’t hang out with anyone but Jon.

… and the Titans. But he honestly doesn’t think they count. The enjoyment was just not mutual.

“Since you have nothing better to do, let’s go hang out with your friends.”

He was lying through his teeth— from what Wally has said, the Titans don’t consider Robin as a friend- but Bruce did always teach them to use everything at their disposal so he didn’t feel too guilty about it.

Dick lifted Damian easily. “I already asked Dad. So come on! I want to meet your team.”

Damian struggled for a while before giving up.“It’s not like I have a choice.” he grumbled.

After a few minutes, Damian couldn’t help but ask, “Can you put me down?”

“Nope.”

Dick kept his face to stay neutral, not wanting Damian to see how excited he was.

After tonight, they would finally figure out just how Talia raised Damian and it’ll be so much easier for Dick to help him.

So much easier for Dick to get Damian to act like the kid he’s supposed to be.

He couldn’t wait.

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Note:

Sorry for the late chapter. The past two weeks have been very busy. Honestly, this whole summer has been busy. (Remember when I thought I would be having a boring summer? HAH! As if. At least my vsco is flourishing with all my captured memories.)

Let’s talk about this chapter shall we.

Dick’s heart is in the right place— kinda. But he’s definitely not approaching this situation the right way.

Someone please guess in the comments about what the crunched up papers are. I was gonna have Dick un-crumple one but I was like, it’s not the time for that just yet.

This chapter was shorter than normal. It was only 1,400 words and I try to reach a goal of 2,500 words for every chapter but I didn’t really know how to add more from Dick’s perspective.

(please comment any ideas, feedback, and criticism that you have. i love reading them. and if you see any spelling errors, please mention them in the comments. I don't have a beta reader so I mostly miss those things)

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night-fallz · 3 years

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Jason Todd x Avengers Crossover

It wasn’t a secret that Jason isn’t the easiest person to get along with. It was why so many people in the Justice League kept him at arms length until they needed him. So imagine Jason’s surprise when he manages to find a family in the avengers.

or: that one time Jason decided to be a decent human being and helped someone fight off a bunch of ninjas.

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Unexpected (part 1)

Today was the day that Jason decided that he hated ninjas.

It doesn’t matter how cool their tricks are, he’s seen better by now. Hell, he could probably do better.

Jason was on his way back to Gotham. He had a mission in New York that included finishing off a rapist.

The guy wasn’t dead, but Jason made sure that he would never be able to rape another child again. He also made sure that the guy couldn’t ever walk again.

All in all, he was pretty satisfied with his work. Especially due to the circumstances.

Jason made an agreement with Batman a while ago that as long as he doesn’t kill in Bruce’s territory, he would still be allowed to patrol in Crime Alley.

So he doesn’t kill in Gotham anymore and Jason doesn’t try to make it a habit to kill out of Gotham either.

The bats would find out and frankly, Jason wasn’t in the mood to get beaten up again.

He still remembers the day he shot Penguin like it was yesterday. The fists continuously pounding against his skull as he let Batman drag him across the rooftop, too lost in the thoughts of Artemis and Bizarro disappearing.

When he glanced up, he could see everything in slow motion. He saw how Batman wasn’t pulling his fists, hitting Jason so hard that he was surprised he wasn’t already dead.

It was only because of Roy that Jason was still breathing. Without Roy, Jason doesn’t know where he would be right now.

It was Roy that held Jason when he dreamt of the Joker and crowbars. When he dreamt of Batman choosing the clown over him. When he dreamt and sometimes even felt the batarang slicing his throat open once more.

And more often than not, he dreamt of Batman’s hateful gaze as he continued to beat Jason— his son!- up for shooting a blank, talking about how he never should’ve given Jason another chance.

How he never should’ve taken Jason in.

But of course, the moment he returns to Gotham, Bruce demands for his help on a mission.

Jason couldn’t decline. He could argue with Batman, fight him even— but not Bruce. Never Bruce.

The mission was a success and everyone went on their separate ways. Meaning that the bats went back to the cave and Jason went to his nearest safe house, left to tend for his own wounds.

It was like nothing ever changed.

Like last time, it didn’t take long for Jason to get overwhelmed.

His missions with the bats began to happen more often and they were beginning to prod into his personal life.

Jason’s been switching his route every day for the past few months, hoping that no one would follow him back to any of his safe houses.

The last thing he needed was for them to find something personal and use it against him.

More than once, Jason could see his eyes flashing green. His head yelling at him, the voices getting louder as they urged him to kill Batman.

Jason needed to leave. He couldn’t lose control of the rage again. He doesn’t think he can handle the guilt this time.

It was pure luck that he heard that Arthuro Strump was on his way to New York, hoping to leave Gotham before karma caught up to him.

It gave Jason an excuse to leave the city, get his mind off of things, and give that scum what he deserved.

Arthuro decided to take advantage of twenty-seven kids from Crime Alley, thinking that no one would notice them since they were nothing but runaways.

But Red Hood noticed. And he would always notice, especially when a mixture of both boys and girls missed their weekly check-in with him.

With the bodies continuously piling up in the Alley, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened.

Jason promised that he would protect Crime Alley, and unlike others, he doesn’t break any of the promises he’s made.

Which is why Jason doesn’t know why he decided to help this dude fight off a bunch of ninjas.

He aimed his gun towards the leg of one of the men and fired, successfully taking out the last ninja.

Jason spun his guns around his hands before putting them back to the holsters. He turned to face the archer, “First time being chased by ninjas?” he asked, tilting his head.

“I wish.” the archer scoffed, “You’d think they’d have given up by now.”

Jason laughed, “What can I say, they’re motivated.”

The guy smirked, “Must be the paycheck.” The blonde held his hand out for a fist bump, “I’m Clint.”

He returned it, “Jason.”

They talked for a few minutes and he had to admit that it felt nice talking to another vigilante that didn’t act like Jason was a psychotic murder.

When Clint finished tying up the last ninja, his rant about someone eating the last pop tart ended as well.

Jason held out his hand to pull up the Avenger.

“So, where’d you learn how to fight?” Clint asked, patting dirt off of himself. “Not anyone can use guns the way you do and not accidentally kill a person or two.”

For some reason, Jason felt his face heat up. He couldn’t help but feel grateful for his helmet at times like this.

“I happen to have very good aim.”

“You don’t say.”

Jason couldn’t help but roll his eyes, “I’ve had a lot of teachers,” he admitted. “I can’t even remember half of them.”

And Jason didn’t want to either.

Over half of the teachers Jason had during his time with Talia were dead. He killed them.

Jason didn’t regret it one bit.

He did miss Ducra though. That old woman taught him so much in those few months.

Jason wouldn’t be the person he is today without her.

Clint gave him an understanding look and to Jason’s surprise, he didn’t pressure him to talk about it. Instead, he reached onto one of his pockets and gave Jason a business card.

“You helped me, so it’s only fair that I can help if you ever need it,” Clint answered when Jason gave him a questioning look. “You can text me whenever though. I have some friends that’ll love to meet you.”

“Thanks,” Jason took the card. “So do the Avengers just hand out business cards with their personal number on it whenever someone decides to be nice?”

Clint laughed and shook his head, “No, we just give them to the people we like.”

Under his helmet, Jason flushed harder. No one ever said that they liked or even enjoyed his company.

“Thank you.”

Clint gave him a salute before running towards the jet in front of them, “You’re welcome. Text me soon!”

Jason’s tongue couldn’t form sentences properly so he nodded.

The Avengers were not as bad as Batman made them out to be. But then again, no one ever was.

Jason should know by now that he shouldn’t trust Batman as much as he does. Especially when he opens his mouth and slanders people like Tim drinking his eighth cup of coffee. But it’s hard.

When he asked Talia about it, she said that it’s like a bad habit.

Something that you know you should stop doing but you just can’t. It’s a lack of self-control.

At least he has something to brag about when he meets up with Roy. He knows that the red-head looked up to Hawkeye.

If Jason decides to text the man, maybe he can arrange for them to meet up.

Or maybe not.

Jason might’ve felt overwhelmed by the bats but they were still his family. No matter what the green in his head whispered.

And even then, at least Jason knows that they still considered him worth keeping. Even if it was only for missions.

Plus, if anyone found out that Jason became -friends- acquainted with an Avenger, they would cast him out again.

He couldn’t risk that. Not again.

Jason should crumple the card and throw it away. He should burn it and let the evidence fly away.

But Clint was so easy to talk to. He didn’t judge Jason. And Jason didn’t feel like he had to put up an act around him.

Jason didn’t have to play the act of the brash, arrogant, impulsive vigilante.

He was just Jason.

Before he could change his mind, Jason saved the number on his personal phone— the one Roy made- with the contact on a hawk and an arrow.

Jason didn’t have to text the man. But it was nice having another number on the device that wasn’t Roy or Kori.

The bats didn’t need to know about the meetup. If Jason was good at one thing, it was keeping secrets.

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Note:

guess who finally decided to write the jason todd x avengers crossover that’s been on her mind for weeks now.

me.

this chapter is short but it was required so that I could properly set up the next chapters. I have so many ideas for this and I can’t wait to start writing for this fanfic.

school is coming up next week though so I don’t know how frequently I can update but hopefully I’ll be able to post the chapters somewhat frequently.

I’m gonna be a sophomore in high school so wish me luck. Especially since I have no idea what I’m doing.

please, please, please, leave a comment. i love reading them and they’re an amazing tool of motivation for me when I feel like not writing. and if you don’t wanna leave a comment, that’s fine. hit that kudos button though. (i felt like a whole youtuber typing that out.)

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