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catxsnow · 4 years

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PROM DATES

Request: Hey, could I request a batmom where the topic "prom" comes up (idk how) and batmom says she never went there and regrets it and batfam makes her her "own" prom and she dances with all of her sons.

Warning: fluff

A/N: This was so freaking cute!! I loved writing it, all the fluffy feels

GIF not mine

Word count: 2.4k

Bruce Wayne's kids didn't get along. They fought, argued, and even threatened to maim each other. However, they would also die for each other, avenge each other, and fight anyone that tried to hurt them. They had a messed up family, but if there was one thing that they could agree on, it was how much they loved you.

Each Robin grew up with you in their life. You were there to support them, help them when needed, and be the person to look to when they needed guidance. They might not have been your own kids, but you loved them like they were. Bruce loved you for that. It was a crazy family that you had formed, but you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

Alfred had worked far too hard for you family. He never showed that the work was ever too much for him, but you knew that when you offered for him to take the day off and relax that he appreciated it more than you could imagine. You decided that it was your time to clean the massive Wayne Manor.

Hours of washing and scrubbing as your family worked themselves away down in the cave. It was nice having the place to yourself. Music was blasting and you were able to dance around without any of your kids teasing you for it.

By the time that you reached the study, you had found an old album of Bruce from high school. He looked far younger than he did now. Stress free, no wrinkles, still the same smile that he gave you now. He looked handsome, but that never changed with his age. You couldn't stop yourself from flipping through the album to see what his life was like before you.

He seemed so different back then. Sports, hanging out with his friends, being irresponsible. You didn't think Bruce was ever capable of that. It was when you reached his senior prom pictures did you stop to admire. He looked better than ever with his suit on and a smile on his face. No lines of stress or thick scars were on his skin.

"(Y/N)!" You nearly jumped as you name was called out. You were far to engrossed in the album that you hadn't noticed Damian and Tim exit the cave. They looked excited to see you - as they always did. Tim moved to stand behind the chair you were sitting in and Damian stood at you side.

"Bruce looks so different," Tim looked at the pictures in shock. Damian analyzed his father, at that age he looked the spitting imagine of Damian. "His prom date doesn't even compare to you. Who was your prom date in high school?"

"I never went to prom," you sighed. High school was a long time ago, but you still regretted not going to your senior year prom. Getting to dress up and get your hair done, it was something that you never got to experience. It had been decades and you still missed not having that night.

"No one ever got around to asking me and all my friends had dates already. I didn't want to go alone," you explained to them. Tim placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. He had seeing you upset about things - especially so mundane like this where there was nothing that he could do to fix it.

"It seems lame anyways," Damian scoffed. He didn't enjoy the idea of wearing a fancy suit just to stand around in some gym with half-ass decorations and people who didn't wish to be there. To him, it was pointless. But he could see that this night meant something to you. He didn't want to see you upset about it.

You suddenly closed the album, not wanting to think anymore about your own past anymore. Tim and Damian looked between each other. It didn't take being the son's of Batman to realize that you were upset. You kissed the tops of their heads and ushered them to to the kitchen for lunch.

Tim and Damian walked far behind you and paused to glance at each other once more. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Tim asked.

"For once, yes."

All week you had been suspicious of your family.

For the first time in a long time, Jason had come home without your request. Dick was more giddy than normal. Even Damian seemed to hint at a smile every time he looked at you. Whatever they were scheming, you wanted no part of it. Last time they had those looks, a prank war nearly broke out.

Saturday morning, Bruce had offered to take you out for brunch. It wasn't very often that you got to lavish on dates, but he claimed that the media needed to see you out and about together - you were just happy to spend time with him. He also encouraged you to dress fancy since the place you were going to was rather expensive.

You loved getting dressed up for him - mostly because you got to hear the endless amount of compliments from him.

Brunch went as you expected it to. Delicious food, pictures from the paps, and the best kind of company with the man you loved. No matter the time or place with Bruce, you always loved getting to be with him.

He took the long way home, wanting to show you the new development that WE was working on. It was going to be a beautiful new building that would help thousands. You were always amazed at what Bruce could come up with. He held you hand the rest of the drive back, gazing over with love in his eyes.

There was a hint of a smile on his face as he drove up to your home. Something had been up with him all morning and you still weren't sure what it could have been. Nonetheless, you graciously accepted his hand as he opened the door for you and walked up to the doors of the Manor.

"What's with you?" You stopped him. You hand rested on his chest while the other was still intertwined with his own. "You look far happier than you ever are."

"Am I not allowed to be happy when I'm with my beautiful wife?" Bruce leaned down to kiss you again. You smiled into it, even more so when he pulled away. Only with you, did Bruce's gaze ever soften. "Come on, let's go inside."

Bruce pushed open the front doors and you were nearly taken aback with shock. Your front entrance no longer was the spotless floor that it usually was, but instead, was covered in classic high school decorations. A picture backdrop was in the far corner, a balloon arch right as you walked in, there were even streamers hanging from the high ceilings.

You felt like you were back in high school again. However, it was the decorations that caught your attention, it was how beautiful and handsome your adoptive kids looked standing in the middle of the foyer. For the first time in a long time, everyone had gathered together, just for you.

Dick, Duke, Tim, Jason, and Damian were in the best suits they owned. Their hair was styled and the all had gleaming smiles as they watched your expressions. Steph and Cass were there as well, both of them in gowns that looked so perfect on them that they looked way more grown than you ever remembered them being.

"What's all this for?" You asked. You broke away from Bruce's hold and did a full spin of the room to see everything that they had done for you. Finally, you had seen the prom poster with the year that you had graduated hanging up. "You recreated my prom?"

"You said you regretted not going," Tim spoke up. He looked over to Damian, who had been the one to help him get everything set up for you. "We wanted to let you have that special day, too."

Tears brimmed your eyes at the idea that they had gone through all of this just for you. Getting everyone together was hard enough as it was, you had no idea how Damian of all people was able to swing something like that. That was the thing, they all loved you enough that they didn't have issue to clear their plans for the day just for you.

Damian was the first to notice the tears in you eyes. He broke the formation that they had and approached you. He looked up at you for a brief moment before latching around your waist. You knelt down so that you could be eye level with Damian instead. He didn't say anything, but you knew what he had on his mind. "I love you too, Damian," You kissed his cheek.

He went back to his original spot and just as he did, music started to play. You had just noticed Alfred standing off to the side with a record player by him. Bruce stuck his hand out for you to grab, "May I have this dance?"

"Of course, my love."

Your afternoon had gone nothing like you expected it to that morning. The surprise of having your kids recreate something so irrelevant in their lives, just for you, warmed your heart. The conversation about prom with Tim and Damian had been so short, you never assumed that they even thought twice about it.

You were wrong, very wrong. They had managed to create you the perfect prom. They even played all the same music that was from your year, it was incredible. You had finally gotten the prom that you wanted, and this was far better than what it would have been in high school.

With this, you had the chance to dance with each of your sons, and the love of your life. Dick had been the most giddy to ask you to dance. The second that Damian had brought the idea up to him, he was all for. You were the most important person in his life growing up, he would do anything to make you happy.

Dick was grand and dramatic as he twirled and dipped you. As the oldest, and having known you the longest, he wanted to make the best first impression of your prom. You were laughing and smiling the whole time he danced you around.

Jason didn't look overly thrilled to be there, but his attitude changed as he danced with you next. Growing up, you were always his biggest supporter. Even now, with Bruce opposing all of his new morals, you still saw that excited little boy in him. For him, you were his voice of reason, you respected him in a completely different way than the rest of his family.

It was moments like those did Jason realize just how lucky he was to have you in his life. When your song ended, Jason had pulled you into a tight hug, muttering words of thanks quiet enough that the others couldn't hear. No matter what he did, he always wanted your praise.

Tim had been next. "I can't believe you did all this for me," You told him. "I don't think I can ever thank you enough, this is... this is beyond incredible."

"Of course I did it for you," Tim smiled. He spun you around in your dance before continuing. "I think if Damian and I can agree on something then it must be very worth doing. We love you, (Y/N). You're the best adoptive mom we could ever ask for."

"As crazy as you kids are, there's no other family I'd rather be in," You agreed. As the dance ended, Tim kissed the top of your head and allowed Duke to take his spot. Duke grinned as he grabbed your hand.

He always felt like he didn't have the same kind of connection with you as the rest of the kids, but he couldn't be more wrong. Duke was an excellent kid, and you were so beyond proud to say that you had a part in making him who he was today. "You look so grown up in that suit."

"I am grown up," Duke argued. He was. All of them were. They weren't the young Robin's that showed up broken and alone to your home. They were all - besides Damian - grown up. You wanted to hold onto Damian's youth forever, you feared the day that he would leave you and Bruce.

Finally, it was Damian that offered his hand to dance. His hair was slicked back and he looked just the image of Bruce. The older he got, the more you saw his father in him. "Thank's for doing this, Damian. It means a lot to me."

"It wasn't difficult," Damian tried to play it off. He was much shorter than the rest of your dance partners, but he had more skill than the rest. He didn't twirl or dip you, but you swayed around the entire 'dance floor'. "I'm happy that you're enjoying yourself."

As the last song ended, you were left feeling happier than you had in ages. Seeing all your kids together, getting along and chatting? That was all you wanted in your life. You hated seeing them fight, but you knew that they all had their reasons - as well as their reasons against Bruce. As much as he wanted to keep them safe, he was too hard on them at times.

Bruce joined you once more, snaking his arms around you from behind and kissing along your jaw and cheek. You looked around the room at everyone. Tim was dancing with Steph, Cass with Duke. Damian and Dick were chatting while Jason was talking to Alfred. This had been the most peaceful your home had been with everyone in it.

Bruce spun you around so you were facing him. His hands were low on your waist and he pulled you as close as he could. Once again, there was a loving smile on his face that was reserved only for you. "Today was perfect, Bruce."

"I'm glad," Bruce kissed you. He did a dramatic dip in the middle of the room, gaining the attention of everyone else. Dick had snapped a photo just at the right time. That picture would be better than any high school prom picture you would have had all those years ago. "I always wish you to be happy."

"I'm always happy when I'm with my family."

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americasmarauders · 3 years

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I Had a Dream--Jason ToddxReader.

Summary: She dreamed about him once. And then he appeared in front of her and she just couldn’t believe it.

words: 9,756

author’s note: so, here it is. the last of this year. this one is special. it’s based on a dream i had with a guy I went to middle school with. I mentioned it on the group chat and @batarella said this sounds like a fic, write it. and so I did. It’s immensely personal. Basically reader is me, the friends I mention are my actual friends and the coversations with the therapist are vaguely based on conversations I had with my own therapist (specially the first one). I hope y’all like it. I had a blast writing it. Special thanks to my best friend Julia and @offendedfishnoises for proofreading it. Also thanks to every one in the group chat who cheared me on and made me finish this monster.

don’t forget to check out my jason playlist here. also. please reblog so more people can see the fic :)

“I just haven’t had the opportunity to be in love, I guess,” she explained, her psychologist writing stuff she had said down.

“Is that so?” the therapist lifted her eyes, her eyebrows shot up in confusion.

“Yeah,” she shrugged.

“‘Cause the way I see it is you’ve never allowed yourself to fall in love,” the therapist commented.

She felt heat coming to her cheeks and tears rise in her eyes. “No, no, that’s not like that,” she whispered, refusing to admit that her psychologist was right.

The therapist let out a small sigh. “Have you had crushes when you were a kid?”

She shook her head. “The boys weren’t that nice and…” she drifted off, thinking of a couple of crushes she might have developed when she was a young teen. “No boys were interested in me.”

“I find that hard to believe, Y/N,” the therapist said. “Let’s think of it this way: were there any boys who picked on you?”

She snorted. “Plenty,” she responded. “I wasn’t exactly popular in middle school,” she shrugged.

“Yes, yes, I remember,” the psychologist said.

“There was one boy that used to run around recess calling me a weird nickname he had for me: peanut.”

“That’s not weird,” the therapist pondered.

“It is when you’re 13 and you love eating packed peanuts in recess,” she countered.

“Well, this boy did you like him?” the therapist asked.

“Yeah, he was nice,” she omitted that she had a crush on him in ninth grade before she left the school and never saw him again. “He was one of the few boys that talked to me without wanting me to help him with his homework or anything.

“I remember one day in eight grade he stopped to talk to me before class but I was kinda rude to him and he never really talked to me again,” she shrugged.

“Why?” the psychologist quizzed.

“I thought he wanted something out of me,” she sniffed, brushing a strand of her hair out of her face. “They all wanted something out of me. It was safe to assume, I guess.”

“You scared the boy away, Y/N,” the therapist said kindly. “I think that boy liked you,” she finished.

“No, no, Todd, he--” she shook her head negatively, “he was kinda popular, I was a nobody. He didn’t like me.”

“He liked you, Y/N.”

That conversation stayed in her head for days. The words of her therapist echoing in her head. You scared the boy away. The truth was: she had scared the boy away. It was heartbreaking to think that she could have had what she wanted, a romance, someone to hold and to be held by. Instead she was alone, an adult who had never even dated anyone for that matter.

It wasn’t just that boy from middle school. It was every boy that ever tried getting too close to her. It would be comical if it wasn’t so tragic. A romantic at heart, completely alone. Thank god she had her friends.

She hadn’t thought about Jason Todd in years. He hadn’t so much as graced her thoughts since she last saw him in ninth grade. Then she dreamt of him. And things started to change.

In her dreams she was his girlfriend. He was loving, he would caress her delicately, look into her eyes lovingly as if he was seeing the whole world in her eyes. He would kiss her tenderly, she could feel his lips when she woke up.

He had gotten so big in her dreams, even more handsome than he was when he was 15. Jason was a lanky and tiny kid, but somehow her brain imagined him tall--very tall--and very muscular. His eyes were green, and not the blue she remembered. He looked beautiful and waking up after the dream, she could feel her heart race.

After she dreamed about him the first time, she dismissed it. It was her brain making weird connections, it made sense: she had talked about her pseudo-love life and about him that week. But after the second dream she knew there was something wrong.

She decided to look him up on the internet. What appeared wasn’t something she liked.

News coverage about how he had died mysteriously. ‘Adopted son of Bruce Wayne dies at age 16.’ She couldn’t help but tear up a bit on those headlines. The most recent ones though reported him being wrongfully declared dead and how he was estranged from his family. It even showed a couple of pictures of him and she was surprised to see her dreams were not very far off.

Other than a couple of tabloid headlines, there was no trace of this guy on the internet. He was almost a ghost story, and she felt her heart beating faster in anxiety. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pity for him.

She otherwise forgot about him--other than the occasional thought about what if that would cross her mind. That is, until she literally stumbled into him.

A part time job to help with the finances, that’s what working in the bookshop was supposed to be. It would help pay tuition and her insurance. Her parents had said that she didn’t need to do it, they could pay and it wouldn’t even make a dent in their bank account. But it wasn’t for them, it was for herself, a sense of achievement.

It was supposed to be just that. No meet cutes, no falling in love in a bookshop, just boring old work. Work for half of the afternoon, close up, get her salary and move on with her life.

The shop was quiet that day. No one had come in to buy or even browse anything. It didn’t really bother her. She occupied herself with other things: homework, studying, drawing, texting her friends, the list was endless. She was so engrossed in her drawing, she didn’t even hear the bell ringing and the door opening.

She heard someone clear their throat and she looked up from her drawing to meet their eyes. She gaped a bit as she met his gaze, intense blue eyes meeting hers. She closed her mouth quickly, trying to cover the fact that she was clearly staring at him. The gods must be really enjoying themselves playing with her life like that. Of course, she thought, of course that he would fucking appear in her life like that: out of nowhere. The one day she had a calm evening and Jason Todd, the guy who was haunting her dreams and thoughts like a ghost, appears.

“May I help you?” she asked, professionally, ignoring her racing heart and the anxiety increasing in the pit of her stomach.

“Yes,” he replied. “I’m lookin’ for the complete H.P. Lovecraft collection. I stopped by the other day and a guy separated it for me,” he explained. His eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, and she hoped that he hadn’t recognized her.

“Oh,” she said. “Wait a moment, I’ll check if it’s in the back.”

She walked controlled, to mask the fact that she wanted to run out of that place as fast as she could.

She closed the inventory door and leaned her back against it. She breathed heavily, trying to calm herself. It was only a guy, she had talked to plenty of guys before. She calmed herself down, steadying her breathing.

She glanced around the shelves looking for his book. The sooner she ended this the better. She could move on with her life without his face haunting her. She found the book (almost like a brick). She got it and took a deep breath before stepping out of the inventory and calmly walking to the front desk.

He stood there calmly , his eyes glancing around the shop. He had picked another book to buy, something significantly smaller than Lovecraft's collection. She itched to see what it was, before catching herself and stopping her curiosity. She couldn't get attached, even if just a little bit.

"Here," she said, resting the book on the counter. She smiled at him kindly, her hand open for the book resting in his hands. He handed it to her, confusion plastered on his face.

"It's 60 dollars," she stated, calmly and controlled.

He handed her the money. She accepted it and packed his books neatly. He clocked her moves as she did so, she felt a bit uncomfortable under his gaze.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" He asked. "I feel like I know you."

She gulped imperceptibly. So he had recognized her. Goddammit. "I don't think so," she replied, hesitant on whether or not he would see right through her lie.

He hummed. His eyes then shifted down to her name tag, and she knew he had put the pieces together. "Did we go to school together?" He insisted.

She smiled tightly. "I don't know, probably," she shrugged. "I went to a pretty big school, there were a lot of people there," a lie. Gotham Academy was big, but it was nowhere near as big as she made it sound. It was the kind of school where you knew everyone, even if you had never talked to them.

He smiled at her coyly, sensing her awkwardness. Maybe it was just that that made him finally remember her, or maybe not. Either way she did not like that he indeed recognized her fully. "I remember you," he trailed off. "We had English together," he stated.

She pretended to search her memory for him. She couldn't give away that just days before she had dreamed about him yet again. How pathetic, dreaming about a boy from middle school. "Oh yeah," she dragged. "Jason, right?"

"That's me," he whispered. "I thought you had moved."

She smiled, it was cute that he remembered enough of her to know that she didn't stay in Gotham for a couple of years. "I did move," she explained. "I came back for college."

"Why?" He asked, confused by her statement. "Gotham is a shit city, you should've stayed elsewhere."

She tried not to take offense to it. "It has its appeal," she shrugged. "Besides the science program in Gotham U is very good, it was the best move."

Jason smirked. "Science huh?"

"Yeah," she breathed out. She slid the package to him, a sign that she maybe was done talking.

Thank the gods his phone rang. She couldn't handle anymore of that. She averted her attention once more to her drawing, his voice talking angrily on the phone only a background noise to her. "I gotta go," he said and her eyes went back to him. "It was good seeing you, Y/N."

She tried not to notice how her heart picked up the pace at the sound of her name leaving his lips. "You too," she smiled shyly and he left the store, the bell ringing as he closed the door and her mind plagued by the image of him.

If she thought Jason Todd had plagued her mind and dreams before she had seen him at the bookshop, now he was downright living in her head rent free. She just couldn’t get him out of her mind. The dreams about him, the ones where she would be tenderly loved by him, were getting more frequent and more intense. When she woke up, she would still feel his arms around her and an emptiness would settle in her chest.

Why did it have to happen to her? She just wanted to go through life unnoticed, why did the gods have to pull this prank on her?

She huffed as she closed the shop, the sky already dark enough to be considered dangerous to stay out. It was only a couple of blocks to her car, she could get through the walk unscathed, she had done it before.

But then again, it seemed that Fate had it out for her.

She could feel someone following her the moment she had left the shop. The looming presence of a threat made her hyper aware of everything, her heart beating out of her chest. She tried to think of ways to lose the guy--she assumed it was a guy, it usually was--but her mind came blank. She thought in passage if her friends would miss her, who would contact them if she were to die. She shook the thought quickly out of her head and hastened her pace.

But the guy gained on her, and as soon as she could blink, she felt his arm snake around her neck. She gasped for air desperately, clawing at his arm trying to take it off. It was then that she felt a cold metal press against her back. A gun. She felt the tears coming to her eyes. If the guy were to pull the trigger, the best case scenario was she wouldn’t be able to move her limbs anymore. The worst, well, who would tell her friends she had died in a robbery?

“Give me your bag,” the guy--now confirmed for his gruff and raspy voice--whispered in her ear.

“Please, take it,” she begged. “Don’t hurt me.”

She heard the guy scoff as he pressed the gun further on her back. She whimpered. “We’ll see about that,” he said, his voice laced with malice.

It was then she heard a loud bang coming from behind her. She thought the guy had pulled the trigger, and she was ready to feel the wetness of her blood sipping through her clothes. Instead, all she felt was a splash on her shoulder and his grip on her loosening considerably. The guy had fallen to the ground behind her, clutching his shoulder and screaming in pain. She turned around to see him and a pool of his own blood forming beneath him. She was paralyzed in fear of the sight.

“The police’re on their way,” a distorted voice sounded. She looked up and found a massive man, standing menacingly on top of the thieves body. His red helmet glinted in the moon’s glow. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said softly.

She breathed out. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I--I--,” she teared up again, “I would’ve died. You saved my life.”

“It’s what I do,” he shrugged. “I’ll walk you.”

“How about the…” she pointed towards the guy laying on the floor in pain.

“If he wants to live to see another day, he’ll stay exactly where he is,” he said, his voice serious and threatening.

“Shouldn’t I give the police a statement?” she whispered.

She swore she heard a chuckle of amusement through the voice disruptor he had in his helmet. “I have a video to prove he was tryin’ to rob you, you don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna,” he explained softly. “So, wanna lead the way?”

She looked down at her feet, nervous to look at him. She nodded and started to walk once again towards her car. He walked behind her respectfully, and she felt the difference between him and the robber. He wasn’t trying to get something out of her, and his large physique felt like there was a literal wall following her to her car.

It was a blink till she got to her car. Her hand rested on the door handle and she gave a deep breath, trying desperately to calm herself, trying to remember the breathing exercises her psychologist had taught her. She opened her mouth to say something to the Red Hood, her eyes searching for him next to her.

But he was gone. And what was left was just the memory of him in her mind.

“So how was your week?” her psychologist asked, sitting on her armchair, Y/N sitting cross-legged in front of her.

“Crazy,” she rolled her eyes in disbelief, her mouth quirking in a weird shape. “So much stuff happened.”

“Oh do tell,” the psychologist urged her.

She sighed, thinking where to begin. “Well, you remember the boy I told you about?”

“Yes, Jason wasn’t it?”

“Yep,” she popped. “He showed up at the store the other day.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I wish I was, honestly,” she replied breathily. “I didn’t even realize he had come in.”

“No way,” her therapist responded in disbelief. She seemed invested in the pranks the fates were pulling on her patient.

“I was too invested in my drawing, mind you,” she smiled. “It’s been weeks since I’ve done a decent piece of scribble so I was excited.”

“Yes, yes right,” her therapist acknowledged. “And how about Jason? Did you talk to him?”

“Briefly,” she responded. “I was hoping he wouldn’t recognize me, but he did.”

“What did he say?” she quizzed, making notes on her paper.

“He asked if he knew me, which I denied at first,” her psychologist looked at her angrily and she shrugged. “Then he finally placed me and asked what I was doing in Gotham. I answered, said I was in college. He said I should’ve stayed elsewhere ‘cause Gotham apparently sucks.”

“He isn’t wrong,” her therapist pondered.

“He isn’t but I like Gotham,” she shrugged once again.

“Did you get his number?” her therapist quizzed her.

“Nope,” she denied. “He left pretty quickly.”

“Why don’t I believe that?” the psychologist smiled.

“It’s true!” she laughed. “He answered a phone call, got angry at something I didn’t really understand and left pretty quickly.”

The therapist hummed. “You think you’ll see him again?”

“I don’t know,” she sniffed. “He got pretty big books when he appeared, I think it’ll be a while before he needs another.”

“You never know,” she conceded. “What if he does? Do you imagine what you would do?”

“I mean,” she trailed off, “what I want to do is talk to him and maybe ask for his number,” she finished coyly. “What I will do is be very weird and awkward and scare him off.”

“Y/N,” the therapist warned. “We’ve talked about this.”

“I know, I know,” she waved off. “I won’t do it. I’ll try to be friendly.”

“Good. What else happened this week?”

“Almost died,” she swallowed, nervously, “quite literally, I’m afraid.”

“What?”

“Was leaving the store, it was pretty early in the night, I think. And a guy got me by the neck and pressed his gun to my spine,” she recounted quietly. “I thought I would die.”

“But you didn’t,” her therapist comforted her. “What happened after?”

“The Red Hood showed up,” she sniffed. “Shot the guy in the shoulder and then knocked him out.”

“When did that happen?” her therapist’s voice was filled with worry.

“2 days ago,” she replied quietly.

“I’m so sorry this happened to you,” the psychologist cooed. “Are you alright?”

“I’m okay,” she nodded, her eyes filled with tears that did not dare to spill. “The Red Hood was very gentle, he walked me to my car and made sure I was safe.”

“Uhum,” the therapist hummed, jotting down something. She always wondered what her therapist wrote down about her, but maybe it was for the best that she didn’t know what was written down.

“I did some research on him afterwards,” she diverted the subject out of her. “Turns out he’s very famous for protecting street kids.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah,” she nodded enthusiastically. “There’s a couple of stories going around social media of people who witnessed him, you know…” she trailed off. “He seems to look out for people in poorer neighborhoods. Like Crime Alley. He seems very active there,” she added.

“I didn’t know that,” the psychologist said.

“Yeah, you’d get mistaken by the bat symbol on his chest, but there’s very few reports of him getting involved in Batman-esque adventures.”

Her therapist laughed. “And what might those be?”

“You know,” she shrugged. “Aliens, psycho-clowns, riddles, those kinds of stuff. Although there are a couple of people that said he did have a crazy huge fight with Black Mask once, there doesn’t seem to be any other. If there is, he sure made a good job hiding it.”

“You seem very excited about this Red Hood,” the therapist noted.

“He was nice,” she shrugged once more. “And I’m thankful he does what he does. I wouldn’t be here if he didn’t,” she added quietly. “Literally.”

“Well, then we got to make sure you live your best life after this second chance you got granted.”

As soon as the words ‘what if you see him again’ left her therapist’s mouth, she knew she would see Jason Todd again. Because the Universe was out for her like that. It was only a matter of when.

Turns out ‘when’ was a week later after the first time she saw him. She concluded he was either a hoarder or a very fast reader. She hoped it would be the latter.

This time, she was paying attention. She was organizing the shelves calmly, and as odd as it seemed, that was the best part of her job. It eased her anxiety to know everything was where it was supposed to be.

She jumped at the sound of the bell, her heart beating faster and her mind racing at the worst case scenarios. But it was just him. And she was entirely relieved that it was just Jason. She settled the book that was about to go on the shelf--‘there you go Little Women, back to where you belong’--and got out from behind her hiding spot. “Hey, Jason,” she said and his eyes found hers.

He opened a smile that knocked the air out of her. “Oh hey,” he breathed out.

She swallowed her nerves down. She would make her therapist proud, goddammit. “How can I help you?” she asked, opening a smile she hoped it was charming.

“I finished the books I bought the other day,” he said, his face a tad bit nervous. Did she make him nervous? “Do you have any recommendations?” he finished, his hands shoved in his pockets, shifting his weight slightly.

“It depends what you’re looking for,” she trailed off, returning to behind the shelves. Her fingers trailed lightly over the spine of the books she had just organized. She heard him walk behind her accompanying her to wherever she intended to go. “What are you looking for?” she turned around to see him, and saw him gulp nervously.

“Romance,” he blurted out. “How about a romance?”

“Ummm,” she hummed, her eyes once more trailing over the spines of the books. “A love story or a real romantic type of book? You know with loads of self pity and drama. Or maybe just a very long and nice novel?”

He laughed airly. “Surprise me,” he teased, and it seemed all his nerves were gone.

She smirked. “Okay then.” She pulled a book off the shelf. It wasn’t a big book, it couldn’t be longer than 300 pages. She gave it to him. “Epitaph of a Small Winner,” she said. “A romance, a realist one but nevertheless a romance.”

He grabbed the book, looking tiny in his big hands. His fingers tracing the title delicately. “What is it about?”

“A dead person narrating their life and reflecting upon it,” she shrugged. “A very interesting read indeed, but you’d have to do a bit of research. It’s set in 1880s Brazil.”

“I’m okay with that,” he smiled looking at her. “Any more recs?”

“Not for now,” she smirked. “How else am I going to have you come back if I give all my recommendations at once?”

His smile faltered for a split second before taking permanent residence on his face. “Who’s to say I wouldn’t come back even if you did give me all your recommendations?”

She was left speechless. She felt heat coming up to her cheeks and he looked somewhat proud he left her flustered like that. “Well then, do make sure you come back after you’ve finished.”

“I will, Y/N.”

Jason didn’t know why he went back to the bookshop. He truly didn’t.

He wasn’t expecting to see her working there. He wasn’t expecting to see her at all, actually. He barely even remembered her from his middle school days. He vaguely remembered finding her pretty and he knew she was very smart. Other than that, she was basically a stranger to him. Just like that version of himself was a stranger to him now.

It was a surprise to say the least. She had grown up marvelously, from what he remembered at least. She wore glasses now, and in his opinion it only made her prettier. His breath caught in his throat just remembering the sight of her that first time. His brothers caught up in his behavioral shift, and teased him endlessly. Jason stopped that rather quickly: it’s easy when you’re bigger and more intimidating than them. It also helps that they’re desperately trying to maintain the thin and fragile relationship they had.

Jason wanted to say he hadn’t rushed to finish those books to see her again, but he did. He wanted to say he hadn’t rushed to read her recommendation, but he did. He finished it in a day. He wished he had read it sooner. Somehow he felt like that sometimes, a dead man narrating his own story. At least he was strikingly different from the protagonist. At least he wasn’t an asshole. Not most times anyways.

He went back to the shop the next day, around closing time--he realized they were closing early and he wondered if it had anything to do with the incident Y/N was involved in. He was sure she would be there. Something told him that she would. He got in, as quietly as he could. The store was empty, after all it was a Thursday afternoon. The door made the usual bell sound behind him, and Y/N appeared behind the shelves, her face stony.

“I finished it,” he said with a smile.

She smiled back at him, and his heart did a somersault. “That was fast, it is not an easy read.”

“Well, it was a very good book,” he pointed. “It’s easier when the book’s good.”

“What did you think of it?” she asked curiously.

“It’s very complex,” he began. “You want to believe Brás but he’s just so….”

“Insufferable?”

“Exactly. And he’s a hypocrite too. Which just drives me fucking nuts,” he ran his hands through his hair. “The parallels you can make to the present, though, are just… very daunting,” he added. “It’s impressive the guy wrote this stuff in the nineteenth century and...” he trailed off.

“Society hasn’t changed one bit since then,” she completed him, her eyes glinting. She was smiling pleasantly, and Jason found it confusing, after all they were talking about something entirely serious. “So, you here for another rec?” She changed the subject.

“If you have one, I’d like that,” he said sheepishly.

She smirked. “Let’s see,” she moved to behind the shelves once again, her eyes trailing the books expertely. “How about a nice little love story, huh?”

He shrugged, his heart beating harder in his chest. “Sure, why not.”

She smiled at him and took out a yellowish cover with a dagger drawn across it. The title was written in the middle of the cover in nice flowery letters. “It’s about a girl that has a special power. And she kinda is trained to be an assassin of sorts, and she is set to a quest with a prince that has the same gift as her. Kinda. But you get the gist.”

“Yeah, I do,” he nodded, his fingers trailing slightly over the title.

“It’s an YA novel so be kind to it,” she warned.

“I’ll be.”

They both made their way to the cash register. She was behind the counter when Jason’s phone rang. He took it out of his pocket and answered it without even looking at the caller. “Hello?” he said, trapping his phone between his shoulder and ear, to fish the money for the book out of his pocket.

“Is this Mr. Todd?” the person--a woman--said.

“Yes. Who’s speaking?” he asked. Jason could feel anxiety rising in his body and mind and he tried to push it down. Who the fuck was this person and, most importantly, how the fuck did she get his number?

“I’m Principal Genoise-Beckham, from Gotham Academy,” she explained. What kind of name was Genoise-Beckham? “I’m calling because of your brother Damian. He got into a fight during the end of the school hours and you’re the next on his contacts list.”

Jason sighed, a twinge of anger sounding through it. “So no one’s available?”

“I’m afraid not, Mr.Todd.”

Not even Alfred, and he knew that for a fact because Jason was the last on the contacts list. Bruce wouldn’t put him any higher, because Bruce doesn’t quite trust him. Not anymore. “I won’t have to sit through any meetings right?”

“No, Mr. Wayne already arranged one,” the principal said, tiredly.

“Tell the kid I’ll be there in 20 minutes,” and then he hung up.

She looked at him quizzically, his book neatly packaged in parcel paper with a nice little bow on top of it. “Is everything okay?” she asked, concerned.

“My brother got into a fight at the Academy and now I have to pick him up,” he said grumpily.

“Oh,” her face fell, and Jason felt guilty. “I hope your brother’s okay.”

“The little shit probably is,” he gritted through his teeth. He saw a twinge of sadness go through her expression. “Listen,” he started, “I really wanted to stay, but if I don’t pick him up, it’ll start a whole thing with my family and I…” he didn’t complete but he was sure she understood.

“It’s okay, Jay,” it was the first time she had called him by a nickname, and his heart beated faster at the sound. “I was about to close up anyways.”

“Oh,” he breathed. “Yeah, okay,” he said. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, her eyes a bit glossy.

He turned around, his book on his hands, when he heard a small ‘Wait’. Jason turned back to her, she was looking at her feet, maybe embarrassed that she had called him, maybe she just didn’t want him to go. He didn’t want to go either. “Can you give me a ride?” she asked. “I mean, I live pretty close to Gotham Academy, it wouldn’t be too much of a detour.”

His heart picked up the pace, and he fought a smile. “Yeah, yeah, of course.”

She smiled at him. “Great,” she replied. “I just need to pick up my things and we can go.”

She was very quick. She turned the lights off of the entire store and returned to the front desk with a small backpack and a few notebooks in hand. She smiled at him. “Lead the way.”

Like the gentleman he was raised to be, he took the notebooks from her hands and led the way, Y/N only a few steps behind him. She fished out a key out of her pocket and locked the front door. She tied a chain around the doorknob in a very specific way that almost seemed like a sailor’s knot. She put a locket in the end of the chain, and dragged a metal door down, then locking it to the ground. It seemed excessive, but it was Gotham, and Jason knew first hand what the city was like.

They walked a few doors down. Jason’s car glistened in the fading sunlight. He was fucking proud of that car. He had fixed everything in it, he knew that machine inside out. He made it what it was, a beautiful and powerful car. It was one of the few things he had done he felt proud of it.

He unlocked the doors with the alarm--yes, a 1962 black Corvette with electronic alarm, he had done that--and he heard a gasp beside him. He turned to see Y/N and her eyes glistened with amazement. “What?” he asked, confused.

“You have a ‘62 Corvette?” she asked, shocked.

“Yeah,” he dragged, still confused.

“I fucking love this car,” she said completely ignoring him and getting closer to the car, analyzing it carefully. “It’s so beautiful.”

“It really is,” he got around it, looking at the street to see if there were any cars coming down. He then opened the door of his car and got in. “Get in,” he smiled at her.

She opened a beaming smile. She opened the door and sat on the passenger seat, her bag resting on her feet, her notebooks now on her lap, she noticed the roof of the car on--the better option for the approaching winter--the head rest he had added, the bright red color of the leather seats, and the original panel, even though she knew he most likely altered everything behind it. She looked like a little kid in it, and Jason could get used to the sight of her beside him.

He started the car and she squealed excitedly at the sound of the motor. He looked at her, a small smile on her face. “Is it the original motor?” she asked. “It doesn’t sound like it, it sounds electrical.”

“That’s ‘cause it is electrical,” he responded. “The original one was very poluent so I switched it.”

“That’s so cool,” she said, closing her eyes. Jason hinted she was trying to hear the sounds of the car, like someone you’d listen to music. “This is so cool,” she breathed out.

He hummed in amusement. “Never met someone who was as passionate about this car as me,” he noted.

“You didn’t meet people with good taste then,” she joked. “I’ve loved this car since I was a teen. Always wanted one, but I never had it in me to buy it.”

“I found this one in a junkyard basically,” he said. “It was in pretty good condition considering where it was. Spent a year tryin’ to fix it to the original conditions, gave up and then another year buildin’ it to what it is today.”

She looked at him, he noticed out of the corner of the eye, incredulously. “You’re so fucking cool, Jason,” she said. “You’re beyond cool, you’re just…” she trailed off. He looked at her quickly and she had a shy smile and she was looking at her hands.

“Thank you,” he thanked her. “People haven’t found me cool in,” he let out a breath, “forever.”

“Well, you haven’t been walking with very nice people then,” she said. “No offense to your friends, but you’re just… you’re special, Jay.”

And, fuck, did he love hearing that from her. She left him speechless. She turned to him and saw his stony expression--an expression of panic and chock, not of disgust as she thought--and she inhaled sharply. “Oh, shit, I’m sorry,” she said, desperately trying to correct her mistake. “I said too much. Forget I said anything, please,” she completed, smally.

“It’s okay, love,” he replied softly, the car stopping slowly at the intersection. He turned to her. He grabbed her hands, that were twisting nervously in her lap--a nervous tick he remembered noticing she had in school--and looked at her softly. “You’re fucking special too, Y/N.”

She looked at him and her eyes filled with tears. “I--” she hesitated. She smiled at him, sniffing and wiping her eyes with one of her hands, the other still intertwined in Jason’s. “Thank you,” she said. “You have no idea what this means to me.”

He smiled at her. “I’m just saying the truth, love.”

That made her even more flustered. “You’re just being kind,” she said, shyly, looking at her hands entangled with his. She removed her hands of his, the traffic light turned green and Jason resumed driving the car.

“No, I’m not,” he denied her. “I’m telling you the truth. You’re special, and you’re amazing, Y/N.”

She shook her head in denial, her bottom lip trapped by her teeth. “I’m not all that great,” she whispered. “I’m pretty annoying in fact. You just haven’t seen it yet.”

“I don’t believe you. Why’d you think that?”

She shrugged. “When you spend your whole childhood and teenagedom hearing that you’re nothing but an annoying crybaby nerd, you start to believe it at some point.”

Jason swallowed tickly at her remark. He couldn’t believe what she had just said. “Who said that to you?”

She shook her head. “You don’t have to worry,” she replied, dismissing his concern. “It’s over now.”

“But it still hurts you,” he noted. He noticed how this could easily apply to him. How he easily would get worked up on the little things Bruce would mention and Jason would brush it, say it’s over, it doesn’t matter, when it clearly does. It fucking does.

She looked at her hands, and sniffed. “It’ll always hurt, I guess.”

Jason was rarely speechless. But, at that moment, he didn’t know what to say. Because he remembered hearing those things about her. He remembered people talking about her in that way, saying she was weird, and that they only talked to her when they needed help with homework. Admittedly, he never ever said those things about her--he didn’t even believe those things--but he never said a word to those who called her that. And that, arguably, was worse than saying those things.

He struggled to conciliate that guilt with the fact that he didn’t even feel like that boy--he wasn’t that boy anymore. That boy died by the hands of a clown. What had emerged from it was something entirely different. And yet, he still felt guilt over something he hadn’t done when he was that kid.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“You don’t have to be sorry, Jay,” she said, her hands finding his, on the gear shift. “You didn’t do anything.”

“But I--” he started, “I didn’t say anything about it. I knew about those things and I didn’t stop them.”

She looked at him, and he saw by the corner of his eye. “It’s okay,” she said. “I’m sure you were going through other stuff and you just wanted to fit in.”

How was she so fucking understanding? He scoffed lightly. The thing is: he wasn’t trying to fit in, he was trying to stay out of sight. So he just listened and said nothing. “How are you so good?” He said, incredulously. He was the first person to say Gotham was rotten, head to toe, and yet there she was, fucking pure soul.

“I guess I just am,” she shrugged.

And then they fell in a comfortable silence. Her hand was still in his, and he fought the urge to bring her knuckles to his lips and plant a kiss on it. Every now and then he would steal glances at her, and he swore she was glowing in the orange sunlight peaking in the window.

“That’s me,” she said, pointing to a tall modern building a block before Gotham Academy.

“That’s a big fancy building,” he noted slowly.

“It’s one of my parents’ apartments,” she explained. “I live in it rent free, but I have to pay for electricity and food and stuff. It was the condition for using it. They insisted they’d pay the tuition and I demanded this apartment in return, ‘cause I wanted to pay the tuition and they wanted to--” she trailed off noticing a weird look in his eyes. “I’m sorry I ranted.”

“It’s fine, I like to hear you talk,” he said, smiling.

She smiled back, looking at her feet. “Well, I should get going,” she said opening the car door. “Thanks for the ride, Jason.”

“No problem, love,” he shook his head slightly, and looked at her softly.

“Yeah,” she whispered, her eyes fixed on his, already out of the car. “Bye,” she finished awkwardly and quickly walked to the building.

Jason watched as she floated to her home, mesmerized by her.

Fuck.

“Red Hood has been following me,” she manifested her psychologist looking at her with wide eyes. “It’s weird to say it out loud.”

“Why do you say that?” her psychologist asked.

“‘Cause I’ve seen him,” she replied. “A couple of times actually.”

“Are you sure?” the therapist asked.

“Yes, I am,” she nodded enthusiastically. “I just don’t get why he’s following me.”

“Isn’t he supposed to be a good guy?” her therapist quizzed. “Following people doesn’t seem like a good guy thing to do.”

“Yeah,” she whispered. “I’m not scared though. I know I should be, but I’m not,” she commented. “I know I haven’t done anything wrong, there's no reason for him to be following me, at least no reason like that. I don’t know,” she sighed, “maybe he just wants to be my guardian angel,” she shrugged.

“It sure is a weird angel,” the therapist noted. “Have you talked about this with Jason?”

“I did mention it to him,” she nodded. “But he got all weird about it and changed the subject quickly.”

“That’s strange.”

“Yeah, he definitely knows something about this,” she said smugly. “I really want to find out.”

“Well, on the topic of Jason,” her therapist said as if she hadn’t brought him up, “how’s things with him?”

“They’re okay,” she shrugged. “He comes to see me at work almost every day. Then he walks me to my car or gives me a ride home.”

“I see,” the psychologist noted. “And what do you guys talk about?”

“I don’t know,” she mumbled under her breath. “Mostly about books. Sometimes about life,” she recounted. “He’s very reserved. He doesn’t talk much about himself.”

“And you? Do you talk about yourself?”

She hesitated. There was no point in lying to her therapist, it would go against the very definition of therapy and if there was one thing she hated was hypocrisy. “No,” she shook her head quietly, “I-- everytime I try, something happens and…” she shrugged. “I guess I’m too scared of scaring him off.”

“Y/N…” the therapist warned. “You need to open up to him. How do you expect him to stick around if you don’t share things about you?”

“To be fair,” she said raising her finger as if it would make the point she was about to make more believable, “I’ve talked about myself once with him and it was… fuck, it was hard.”

“How did he react?” the therapist inquired. “Was he a dick?”

“No!” she was quick to reply. “He was the sweetest. But I’m just…”

“Depriving yourself of a potential relationship,” her therapist completed for her. “You’re sabotaging yourself, Y/N.”

“No, I’m not,” she denied, fooling herself. “I just don’t want to get my hopes up and end up heartbroken.”

The psychologist sighed. “I know you’re scared of getting hurt, but you’ll never know unless you let him in,” the therapist stated. “You might be pushing him away and sabotaging yourself when investing in this relationship could very well be something right for you,” she finished.

“I know,” she mumbled. “But I just,” she sighed, defeated. “I’m scared.”

“I know it’s hard, but you’ve got to try,” her therapist added softly.

“Okay,” she nodded, softly.

She waited at the edge of her seat for Jason to come in at the store. She was going to try. Fuck, she hoped she didn’t mess anything up. Up until that moment she didn’t know what she was doing, she just did it. She hoped she knew what she was about to do.

The bell rang and Jason walked in, his hair swept by the chilly wind and his hands stuffed in his jeans’ pockets. He wore that leather jacket she loved so much, it made him so much more beautiful. She just wanted to grab him by his shirt and kiss him to no end. She smiled at him and he smiled back.

“I was waiting for you,” she announced happily.

“Yeah?” he said, leaning on his elbows. His face was inches away from hers. His pupils were blown wide, his blue eyes twinkling with something she couldn’t quite place yet. “Excited for the next rec, huh?” he smirked.

“No, actually,” she corrected him. “I needed to tell you something.”

“Oh,” he said. “Go ahead then, I’m all yours.”

“Okay,” she whispered, her heart racing at his comment. She swallowed nervously, looking him in the eye. This was it. She was going to open up to him. “I was talking to my therapist actually,” she started, “and we agreed--actually no,” she laughed. “She said that I need to open up and be vulnerable more. And it may seem a bit weird that I’m saying this to you but I swear there’s a reason. So here it goes,” she breathed out. “I really like you, Jay. Like, really really like you. And I’m sorry if I’ve seemed weird or standoffish or anything, I’m trying to work on that. So if you want to, I don’t know, take this, um, friendship somewhere else, maybe somewhere romantic, I’d be, you know, happy to take it there too. With you, I mean.”

He smiled genuinely at her. His eyes shifted to her hands. She was twisting her fingers nervously. He rested his hand on hers, her hand immediately relaxing under his touch. “I’d like that,” he responded quietly. “Wanna go on a date tonight?”

She smiled, her eyes a bit teary. Her heart raced in her chest, the worst case scenario hadn’t come true. He liked her too. He wanted to date too. Her anxiety was wrong. Thank God for that. “Yeah, I do,” she confessed.

His smile got bigger somehow. “Great,” he breathed out, and she could feel the nerves leaving his body. “I’ll pick you up at 8,” he stated.

She smiled at him. “Great.”

“I need you to cover patrol for me,” Jason said to Tim, his phone pressed between his shoulder and ear. He carried a bouquet of flowers, bags from the market and a suit he had it pressed and sent to the Iceberg Lounge.

“Why?” Tim quizzed him.

“‘Cause I have a thing,” Jay responded.

“Yeah, Imma need more than that, Jay,” Tim said. “What thing?”

“You’re a little fucker”, he answered, resting the bags on the floor. “You just want gossip.”

“No, I want a reason why I’ll have to add the Narrows to my patrol tonight,” Tim argued. “It’s quite far from my usual route, y’know.”

“Fuck you, Tim,” Jason muttered.

“Why such hostility?” Tim teased. Jason could practically hear his brother’s smirk over the phone. “Is someone going on a date tonight?”

Jason exhaled deeply, trying not to lose his temper and drive to Wayne Towers to choke his brother to death. He was on a schedule, he had dinner to prepare. “Will you cover for me or not?”

“Will you tell me why you're ditching patrol?”

“No,” Jason gritted through his teeth.

“Then no,” Tim said plainly. Jason knew he was messing with him.

Jason sighed. There was no way he’d cancel on Y/N. Not because his motherfucking brother was toying with him. “I swear to God, Drake, if you tell anyone I'll kill you the most painful way possible.”

“So you are going on a date,” Tim stated.

“Fuck,” Jason sighed. “Yes, I am. Now, please Timothy, would you cover patrol for me tonight?”

“Who’s the girl?”

“Tim,” Jason started.

“Or boy, I don’t judge.”

“Will you cover the motherfucking patrol?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Tim dismissed.

“Thank you,” Jason sighed relieved.

“Will you introduce me to t--”

Jason hung up on his brother. He had a date to get ready to.

Jason spent the rest of his afternoon getting everything ready for the date. The food, the flowers, the ambiance of the roof. Everything was perfect, just like she fucking deserved.

He was nervous out of his mind. His hands were sweating and he couldn’t stop running his hands through his hair in a nervous habit. It was so long ago the last time he had gone on a date with someone he cared this much about. He didn’t want to screw it up.

She was so precious, so good. He didn’t know what someone like her saw in someone like him, someone tainted and broken. But she saw something, and she wanted him. And he wasn’t dumb, he wasn’t going to let her go. Even if everything in his life told him to run from her, protect her from a distance, don’t get close ‘cause she’ll become a target.

And he was doing just that, he was protecting from a distance as the Hood. He was being fucking dumb about it too, cause she had seen him more than once. But being distant was not enough, not anymore.

So there he was, in front of her apartment, black ‘62 Corvette, crisp black suit and blood red t-shirt. His hair was messy and his hands were in his pockets. He leaned on the hood of the car, waiting patiently for her to come to his encounter. He was early anyways, he could wait, even if he hated the looks of pity he was receiving. She would come and those fucking pedestrians knew nothing.

She opened the doors and stepped on the sidewalk. She was wearing a beautiful red knee-length dress with black heels and Jason was just paralyzed at her sight. Fucking hell. How can someone be so perfect? How can someone so perfect want him?

She stopped in front of him, a smile framing her face beautifully, her glasses crystal clean. “You look great, Jay,” she stated.

“I--” he opened his mouth but no words came out of his mouth. Her face fell and her eyes flashed with worry.

“What’s wrong?” she said. “Is everything okay?”

He breathed out and smiled at her. “Everything’s perfect, love,” he said. He picked up her hand and kissed her knuckles gently. “You look breathtakin’.”

She looked down shyly. “Thank you, Jay.”

He opened the door of the car for her. She thanked him kindly, and he closed the door for her. He entered the car and started the engine. “Where’re we going?” she quizzed him.

He looked at her with a smirk. “It’s a surprise,” he stated. “It’s part of the charm.”

She smiled at him. “You don’t need to surprise me to charm me, Jason.”

“Cute you think that, but you’ll see,” he responded. “This is going to be a perfect night.”

She looked at him and sighed quietly, like she was considering something. “It’s already perfect. I’m here with you,” she said coyly.

Jason looked at her quickly, her gaze fixed on him. He smiled shyly. One of his hands left the wheel and found hers, holding it tightly. He brought her knuckles to his lips and kissed it softly. He wanted to say three little words, and he almost did. But she was too precious and he couldn’t just waste those words in a moment like this, an immature moment at that. No, he would cherish her like she was supposed too. He would love her in secret for now, and when he was sure she reciprocated his feelings he would say it with all his heart, he would shout it from the highest rooftop.

But, for now, he just looked at her, hoping his look was enough to say what he couldn’t. She smiled like she understood what he was trying to say.

Yeah, she was perfect. He wasn’t going to let her slip through his fingers. Fuck the voices in his head saying to run. For once in his life he was going to welcome this feeling with open arms.

“So, how was your week?” her therapist quizzed.

“It was great, actually,” she said. “Jay took me to the museum in Metropolis. I did well in a test and I got my salary early so I bought a new pin for my collection.”

“You’re sure spending a lot of time with Jason,” the psychologist noted.

“Yeah, yeah,” she sighed softly. “I really like him, you know.”

“I do know,” the therapist replied. “How does it feel to be in a relationship?”

She looked down at her hands, flustered. “It feels nice and weird and...and…” she trailed off. “I have no words to describe it.”

Her therapist smiled at her. “He seems like a nice guy, Y/N,” she commented. “How do your friends like him?”

She twisted her hands nervously. “Henry was suspicious of him at first,” she started. “You know, Jay’s a bit shy and intimidating, Henry was concerned he’d hurt me.”

“And how did you react to his concern?”

“I mean,” she shrugged, “it’s a valid concern. But Jay wouldn’t…” she hesitated. “We’ve talked about this, y’know? He knows where I stand, he knows where my fears come from and he gave me his word,” she sniffed, her voice strained. “He promised. And so far he didn’t break any of his promises.”

“You do trust him a lot,” the therapist noticed.

“I trust him with my life,” she added. “I hope he doesn’t break that trust.”

She hummed and wrote something down. “What about your other friends?” her therapist questioned. “I know Henry means the world to you, but he’s not your only friend.”

“Julie thought he was okay and the other boys were just very neutral about it,” she explained. “You know how they’re like. As long as I’m happy they’ll be supportive.”

“Are you happy?” the psychologist inquired.

“Yeah,” she replied enthusiastically. “Fuck yeah. Jay’s just… He’s the best, you know. He gets me. He’s respectful and he’s smart and handsome. I really like him.”

Her therapist smiled. “I’m glad you’re happy, Y/N,” she said. “It’s been a long time coming.”

“It sure has,” she chuckled quietly.

“How about the Red Hood?” the therapist asked. “Have you seen him lately?”

“All the time,” she replied. “Ever since I started dating Jay, I’ve seen the Hood when I wasn’t with him.”

“Doesn’t that concern you?”

“No,” she shook her head. “It’s weird but it doesn’t.”

“Why’s that?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “He seems familiar, you know? Not because I’ve seen him up close or seen him more times than I can count but…” she pondered. “His posture and his stance, it’s so so familiar to me. I wonder if I’ve met him as a civilian.”

“You could have,” her therapist pondered. “How does Jason think of this?”

“He doesn’t,” she answered. “He always changes the subject very quickly every time I bring it up.”

“That’s weird.”

“Yep,” she agreed. “I know he’s up to something. I just haven’t had the courage to ask him. Yet.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Jason messed up. He messed up bad.

He could live with the fact she had seen him a couple of times lurking in rooftops making sure she was safe. He could live with the fact she was onto him, that she knew he was hiding something from her, something related to the Hood. Jason knew eventually he would have to tell her, this double life would become unsustainable, and he’d have to merge it into one. As much as he dreaded that day, he would fucking do it.

But when she sat him down in her living room and said that she knew he was the Hood, he knew, he was fucking sure, he should have been more careful.

“I’m not mad, y’know,” she said quietly. “I get why you hid from me.”

Jason remained quiet, trying to make sense of his thoughts. “How did you find out?”

A smile passed on her face. “You were just so familiar, I guess,” she explained. “You felt so familiar even from afar. So I just started connecting the dots.”

“I see,” he whispered. His heart beated faster and faster with anxiety. He couldn’t handle it, he thought he would have more time to tell her. He hadn’t realized she could very well discover on her own, he had given her enough clues to do just so. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“It’s fine, Jason,” she replied quietly. “You don’t need to feel sorry.”

“I feel like I should,” he said. He sighed and grabbed her hands softly. “I owe you an explanation, Y/N.”

“You don’t owe me anything besides your safety,” she cut him. “I don’t care about what you do at night, Jason. I care about you, I--” she looked at him, trying to search for something in his eyes. “I love you, Jay. And I don’t think I could bear to lose you.”

Jason opened his mouth in shock. He wasn’t expecting that. “I love you,” he replied to her. “I’ve fucking loved you ever since I laid eyes on you, Y/N,” he grabbed her face and rested his forehead on hers. “I was just so scared to let you in on the secret. ‘Cause I know of the dangers, I know first hand how fucking dangerous this life is, and loosing you would kill me,” he explained. “For the second time,” he whispered.

Her hands rested on his cheeks, her thumb caressing him gently. She kissed him, softly, and he reciprocated it.

“I want to tell you,” Jason whispered, against her lips. “I have to tell you, how I became what I became.”

“You don’t n--” she began.

“I do, though,” he interrupted her. “I do,” he whispered. He sighed, and looked down. He held her wrists carefully. “If you don’t want to see me after everything I tell you, I’ll understand. I won’t blame you.”

“Imma stop you right there,” she looked him in the eyes. “You think I don’t know anything, but I know a couple of things, Jay. I did my research on the Hood,” she commented. “You don’t scare me.”

“There are things that I’ve done that…” he shook his head.

“It’s okay, Jay,” she said softly. “One step at a time, love.”

So he took one step at a time. He told her everything carefully. Some details were left behind, he couldn’t say them out loud, not even if he wanted to. She held his hands through it all, and he was truly grateful for it.

“I had no idea,” she whispered. “I’m sorry you had to go through all that.”

“You don’t have to be,” he shook his head and squeezed her hands. “It led me to you.”

author’s note: here is the link to my jason playlist once again and the link to my masterlist.

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i-am-ironic · 4 years

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The time that Dick dragged Marinette and Damian to the police because damian was nice to someone.

The title is a bit of an over simplification but it got the most votes and i think its funny. This probably isn't what you were expecting but damian wasn't expecting it ether so here we go!

Part 2

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Damian was not having a good day. It had started out fine. He had gone to Wayne Enterprises to look over some paperwork and was planning on introducing his long time girlfriend to his family later that day. As he was headed back home he saw a flower shop, it had been a while since he had gotten marinette anything after work so he decided to stop and get her a bouquet.

He picked out a beautiful set of flowers, with lilys and some yellow flower he didn't know the name of.

But, as he was walking down the sidewalk toward his car a woman stopped him and said, "would you mind holding this for me? Just for a second?"

Now usually he would say no but marinette had been telling him he needed to be nicer to people so he said, "yes, just hurry."

He soon learned he should not have said that.

The woman handed him a bundle. Right before sprinting back to the flower shop and around the corner.

Damian's first though was 'well crap. This is a bundle of dr*gs isn't it?'

He carefully stated to unrap the bundle so he wouldn't disrupt what ever was in there. He didn't want any of it on him and he didn't want to touch any of it.

Well it wasn't dr*gs.

When he removed the blanket from the top of the bundle he found a face. The eyes were closed and the little pink mouth was open. Soft black hair was poking out from the edge of the blanket.

This was a baby.

He was just handed a baby on the sidewalk.

The baby was asleep.

He didn't know what to do. He couldn't process what just happened. So he did what any logical man would do. He walked to his car, and got in it. Then he realized he couldn't drive anywhere with the baby so he got out of the car and started walking back to his apartment.

He must have looked pretty strange walking down the street with flowers in one hand and a baby in the other. He was still wearing the suit from the office and he was a Wayne. As the youngest of the Wayne's and only blood son he was pretty recognizable by the public.

When he finally reached the apartment the first thing he said after walking in the door was, "Marinette I'm never going to be nice to anyone again."

"Why babe?" Marinette called from the kitchen where she was cooking something for dinner. "What's wrong? Oh you brought me flowers how kind!" She grabbed the flowers turning on her heal to go put them in some water.

"Mari, im sure what ever you are cooking will be great," he said, she knew that today was his day to cook but they would have to talk about her overworking herself later, "I need some help over here."

"Why? What happened........." she saw the baby but then put her head in her hand before saying, " Damian Wayne is that a baby?"

"It is and I don't know what to do, and we don't have milk or diapers, or clothes, or....... Marinette? Are you okay?"

"Just give me a minute, I wasn't expecting my boyfriend to come home with a baby today." She stood there for a second before shaking her head and looking back up at damian. "OK so we have a baby. I guess we should see if he or she needs to be changed before we go to the store."

"We don't have any diapers." Damien added helpfully.

Marinette took the baby and walked to the living room as she said, "okay so go to the kitchen and get a towel and while you are in there turn off the stove."

As damian looked for a towel he heard marinette yell from the other room, "its a girl!"

After the 'diaper' situation was taken care of the two of them just stared at each other and the baby between them. She had woken up. She had the biggest blue eyes ether of them had ever seen. She couldn't be more then a month or two old. But she wasn't crying. She just looked around.

"Okay, so," mari started, "how about you tell me how you acquired a baby girl, in the car to the store."

"Yeah, about that, um, you see I didn't have a car seat so I just kind of walked here from the flower shop."

"Of course you did. It's fine we can walk, ill hold the baby if you promise to carry all the stuff we buy."

"Deal." He could carry all the things they would need, plus it would give him a great excuse to show off.

"So.... are you going to tell me where you got this baby?"

"Well, pretty much i went to get you flowers and as I was leaving a lady asked me to hold something for her and I remembered how you told me to be nicer to people so I agreed and then she took off running and I saw the baby and brought her home."

"So a lady just handed you a baby and ran, dang. You are aware no one is going to believe you right?" Mari said still trying to process everything.

"Yes I'm aware. Anyway we can't keep calling her 'the baby' we have to give her a name."

"Any ideas?"

"Marry."

"Kate."

"Emma."

"We are not naming her emma. What about Adélie?"

"How about Martha?"

"After your grandmother? That would be a good middle name." She paused for a moment, "I know Gabrielle, Gabby for short."

"Gabrielle Martha Dupan-chang al Ghul Wayne, poor kid has such a long name." Damien laughed.

"We might not be able to keep her dames, then what?"

"First we are going to get clothes, diapers, clean blankets and some formula. Then we can go to the police and file a report for fear for the safety of a child. The fact that she was just handed to me on the street should be enough evidence, they should give us custody until everything goes through. In the mean time we can try to get approved to foster her and maybe even adopt."

"One step at a time."

By this point the two of them had reached the store. (Im imagining like a Walmart or Target type of store) They made a bee line for the baby section. Neither of them had any idea what to look for and they didn't want to call any more attention to themselves then they already had. After all this was Damian Wayne walking into a store with a girl no one knew, and a baby, who had a dish towel wrapped around her waist. Needless to say people were staring.

Marinette picked out three outfits, a pastel purple dress, a green onesie and a blue onesie. Then they got some bottles and pacifiers before heading over to the diaper section. Neither of them expected to see Dick Grayson-Wayne walk around the corner as they were trying to figure out how many diapers a baby really needed for a few days.

The shock on Dick's face was worth all the questions he was inevitably going to ask. First he looked at his brother, then marinette, then the baby products damian was holding, and finally the baby in marinette's arms. He closed his mouth that had been hanging open and nodded, walking over to the three of them.

"Im not going to ask about the dress," he said Indicating the baby clothes marinette had handed damian " or the girl, and frankly I'm too scared to ask about the baby, but are you still coming to dinner tonight?"

"We don't know yet." Obviously annoyed Damian looked between his brother and marinette, "we didn't expect to have a baby this morning, so the plan has changed."

"What do you mean you didn't expect to have a baby? If you're girlfriend is pregnant then you are going to have a baby! That's usually how that works. Honestly Damian!" Then he seemed to remember all the days of school Damian had missed because of Robin dutys, "oh no. Damian when you were in high school did you miss the class called-"

"Im going to stop you right there," Marinette finally cut in "um, you see this isn't, exactly,our baby."

"And to the police we go!" Dick said dragging them out of the store barely letting them pay for their stuff. When ever ether of them tried to speak he would shush them and say they should tell it to the judge.

Did he honestly think they had stolen a baby? Well, to be fair, that's pretty much what Bruce did to Jason soooo....... and he had just met marinette and didn't know what kind of person she was. But they were planning on going to the police after the store anyway so this actually worked out.

Once they arrived marinette went to the bathroom with Gabby to change her diaper and put on some of the clothes. Damian and Dick went to Commissioner Gordon so Damian could explain the situation.

Marinette walked in right as damian was finishing the story, " And Dick saw us in the picking out a bottle and he asked about the baby and when I told him she wasn't our he dragged us here."

"So what your telling me is that you want to keep the baby until and unless the parent or gardien comes forward?" Commissioner Gordon looked quite surprised, "Damien you are so young, you don't need a baby that isn't your responsibility, and what does your girlfriend think about all of this?"

"I agree with damian," the three men looked up at Marinette holding baby Gabrielle, they had been so caught up in their talk they hadn't noticed her walk in, "i know what foster care is like, one of my roommate was in the system and she barely mad it out alive, it's been years but she still has nightmares and calls me in the middle of the night. Ha," her laugh was humorless and cold, "we bonded over our trama. I wont let this sweet little girl go through that when I can stop it."

Dick had slight tears in his eyes he remembered life before Bruce adopted him. There weren't many good memories. "I think they should keep her. If anything goes wrong they have the whole family to help, and no one should have to wonder where they are going to sleep that night."

"If you all are that determined then i'll start the paperwork. But," he said stopping the smile that had started to form on the new parents faces, "you will both have to agree to give her up if we end up finding her legal gardien, before you officially adopt her. After you adopt her she is yours and no one can take her back."

Marinette and Damian hugged making sure not to squish Gabrielle. They went back to the store, while Dick told the rest of the family Damian and his girlfriend would be a little bit late, and they had a surprise for everyone.

Damian walked in front of marinette as they entered the house.

Alfred the butler was there to great them, "good evening Master Damian and you must be miss mar-" the shock on Alfred's face was evident as he stared at Damian's tiny girlfriend holding a baby's car seat. "Is-is that?"

"Alfred could you please tell my family to gather in the living room we will be up in my room until then so they won't see the 'surprise'." He put emphasis on the word 'surprise' gesturing at the car seat.

Alfred nodded and smiled mischievously. Damian lead marinette to his room were they left all the baby stuff. When you have a baby you have to travel with a ridiculous amount of stuff.

When Alfred came back to get them he started at the baby girl, "what is her name?" He asked softly so he wouldn't wake her.

"Gabrielle Martha dupan-chang al Ghul Wayne." Damian answered just as softly.

"How old is she?"

"We aren't sure, we when to the doctor earlier today after we finished at the store and he said she was about two months old."

Alfred looked quite confused but knew they would explain once they got to the living room with the rest of the family.

Damian walked in first to block marinette and the baby from his family's view. The room was packed, there was Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Cass, Stephanie, and Barbara, not to mention Selina Kyle Alfred and Duke. When they had said the WHOLE family wanted to meet Damien's girlfriend they ment the whole family. When Damien sat down and they saw Marinette and Gabrielle, and i am not exaggerating when I say, all hell broke lose.

In the chaos it was hard to hear what specific people were saying but someone said, "i knew it wasn't like you to want us to meet your girlfriend now it all makes sense!" And "Well Bruce, at least he knows about his kid." There was also lots of swearing probably by Jason. Tim chugged an entire pot of coffee. Only Bruce was silent. He started at the them and waited for the room to quiet down.

"Damien, would you like to explain yourself?"

"Well this is all marinette's fault if you think about it."

Marinette looked offended as she responded "it is not my fault! You were the one who took a random baby home!"

"YOU KIDDNAPED A BABY!!!" Jason cut in.

"I mean its kinda the opposite of kidnapping if you think about it."

"I did not kidnap Gabrielle, she was handed to me on the street and I didn't know what to do so I took her home."

"Oh my God!" At this point everyone was confused. "What do you mean she was handed to you on the street?"

"Well i was walking out of the flower shop and a lady came up to me and asked if I would hold something for her and I said yes, so she gave me something and took off running. I looked down and there was a baby. I took her home and then marinette and I went to the store to get her some stuff. That was when we saw Dick. When he found out Gabrielle wasn't our baby he took us to the police i explained everything to them and we are going to keep her until her guardians can be found. If they don't find anyone we are going to keep her."

"What a story." Tim said. "Well that clears that up let's eat."

They continued talking late into the night about all the things that would have to change. But all things considered it went pretty well.

When the little family got home marinette went through the blankets Gabrielle had been wrapped in and found a letter.

"Dear Mr. Wayne,

This is my daughter, I don't have the money to take care of her, please give her a good life I don't know what will happen if she is put in the foster care system and I don't want to think about it. If you decide to keep her I will sign over all parental rights to you, I just ask that you give her the life that I couldn't, and that you let me see her on holidays. My name is Amanda Jones you can find me if you want to or just let me be. tell her I love her but I couldn't keep her. I love her so much."

She would have to give this to the police in the morning. But for now she had to get some sleep before Gabrielle woke up.

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This took forever to write but here it is i hope everyone likes it and thank you to everyone who voted on the name for this. I'm not entirely happy with how it turned out but its not bad, and I don't think it's going to get any better.

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whereflowersbloom · 3 years

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Sealed Fate

The Western horizon was on fire: hot pink turned into mauve, wild orange into gold, the bright colours fading into paleness, then darkness. It was the day they whisper their vows before the gods, both Raven and Damian believed that love was not what stood at the foundation of their pledge, at least not the kind that fate had in store for them. No, that’s what they want to believe, what truly mattered most at this point was peace, peace through political marriage rather than an overwhelming affection. Peace. Damian, the youngest son of King Bruce and the noblest of all of Gotham’s princes, living or dead. As King Bruce was only left with Damian and Richard. Raven, a demigod, sired by Trigon the Terrible and mortal Arella.

The fragile truce between Gotham and Azarath balanced on the tip of a blade, depending on this union of convenience. Kon-El was wearing a scowl that would freeze unquenchable fire from the House of Hades. She could feel Trigon’s dark eyes burning into her face, the harsh, singeing heat of a desert behind it. She wanted to run, but she was also afraid of him giving chase. What was the point anyway. Before coming to Gotham, she knew how to fly, wings spread wide, flying away, her shoulders have borne heavy burdens, heavy burdens of solid stone. Oh she prayed to fly away from them, and roam the freedom of the sky, but her father had cut off both her wings and left her rooted to the ground. There would no longe mountain's peaks with the promise of wondrous views to keep. It all came to an end the day her father told she had been promised to Damian: Prince of Gotham, the great. Gotham the glorious. Gotham the magnificent. She should be honored, but her thoughts and feelings on the matter were inconsequential as the advice of a woman in wartime.

A week later she found herself at her wedding feast. Wearing a silver attire, a veil, a lilies and myrtle garland, and a golden headband. The Brothers and sisters her husband had in plenty, raised to be warriors they fought during war to lose their short lives. Helena and Timotheos had fallen. No body of Jason had been found after the last battle with Crete. She only met her husband her wedding day. He was reserved but polite and not overly perfumed, and when her eyes fell on him she thought of Narcissus. Narcissus, who had been unable to pull away from his own reflection in the pond, enchanted by his own beauty until death claimed him. Although the way her tutor had prattled on and on about Damian’s innumerable virtues, Raven had not expected him to be as radiant as a god. The sun-kissed skin stretched to wrap around muscles built from years of practicing complex military skills, broad shoulders and powerful arms, displaying strength and virility akin to a noble lion, movements of disconcerting grace for one so large. His facial features had a frank and honest quality to them, bright and deep-set eyes, as green as spring leaves with the touch of Persephone, a Greek nose, full lips. He was a God in beauty and stature. Reluctantly, tore her gaze from his beautiful face and focused on her new family. They have been so impeccably polite, specially Richard. ‘Welcome my good sister. We are all so blessed to have you.’ Blessed. Blessed child she had been called once long ago.

Do you feel blessed, my dear sister?” Richard asked, passing a golden wine cup into her hand. His wide smile meant no harm nor his words. As she grew up Raven was left to learn how to smile and laugh prettily at compliments that made her skin crawl, feign the innocence of any maiden her age.

Blinking several times, she looked back at him and smiled weakly. “Of course, brother.”

Richard was all dancing, light and lean seduction, dark myrrh hair and flushed red lips, rosy cheeks and aristocratic arched eyebrows, adorning himself in a blue and gold tunic. Her new brother appeared to be content to sit in the shadow of his younger brother and watch him gleam in all his glory. Cassandra did not speak with her, she was the only calm in the midst of a storm of abrupt adjustment. She tried to pay no heed to the murmurs of gossiping women at the feast, eyes green with envy as she had married the godlike prince. Foreign seductress. Demon spawn.

Bruce and Olivier discussed vehemently about warfare and politics with Kal-El and Kon-El. Diana and Artemis were carrying an excited conversation about traveling and Shiera’s recent journey in Egypt. She caught no sight of Trigon to her relief.

Trigon. Other gods might have roared their pleasure at the skills and intelligence of their offspring, praised their achievements for all to hear whilst filling themselves to the brim with nectar. Not Trigon, who wanted to sire no child but found himself infatuated with Arella, bedding her out of enjoyment.

If she were godly, truly a deity, in all of its ways with fantastical unlimited power, then one could not help but ask: Would Trigon praise her then? Did he not want her because she bled red as earthlings. As I’d guessing what she was thinking her husband finally spoke.

“For a deity to come down on solid ground isn’t seen many times. For her to wed a mortal willingly is even more ambiguous.” Damian exhaled softly, standing right next to her. His voice was so deep, so soothing and alluring as she had imagined.

“I am no deity. I am the undesired offspring of the god of death.” She said in a choked voice. Not sure if he was mocking the nature of her position. Green eyes alight with amusement.

“You are anything but undesired, wife.” Damian responded, voice low in his throat, and private; a voice she knew in her bones he meant only for her. His face reflected an earnest expression filled with so much pure-hearted sincerity that it stole Raven’s breath away

No man had ever spoken of passion or desire to Raven, and all that she knew of such words she had overheard her tutors speak, or learned from old songs; the glory of being called beautiful in tones, not of cool reason but burning emotion flooded her entirely. She was desired. Biting her lip, her face flushed, and shining starlight hair drooping over her face as if that would somehow hide how obviously close to tears she was.

Damian smiled serenely and Raven felt like he’d seen the sun. Resembling the sun and light, Apollo.

He had a gentleness to him that is completely foreign to her experience, not seen at first sight, discerning the heavy emotions in his eyes. Raven did not know before that it was possible for men to be gentle. One glance and she thought of him kissing her mouth, just as he thought of tasting her skin. Uncertainty lies in her desire for the reciprocal dedication to infallible ardour.

Air. Her lungs were in need of air.

~~~

She went to the garden of Thetis, to sit among the flowers and watch the moon-washed stars. The goddess of flowers must have visited bringing brightness and beauty wherever she stepped, as she appreciated a patch of narcissus, foxgloves, hyacinth, and delphinium displaying tightly clustered flowers upon tall stalks in varied blues and purples, in full bloom, surrounded by the thick chorus of crickets chirping all around. With all thoughts of threats and protecting her homeland, Raven found herself strangely empty. It wasn’t hollowness: it was the emptiness of shock, of disbelief and misunderstandings when everything you’d imagined was pulled out from underneath you and she was suddenly living in a reality where someone admired her? Yearn for her touch rather than fear her.

“Raven.” Kon-El sighed her name as he walked closer to her, fabric softly trailing on the grass and it made Raven tremble. His ocean eyes saddened, darkened, burning through her and reducing anything to ash, to nothingness. There were things that must be said but she couldn’t bring herself to apologize.

“When Morpheus came to me in my dreams. I did not dare look upon his godly figure. But I heard his voice like a thunder from grand Zeus. He promised your hand would be mine to hold.” The words had come bitter and aching with such profound loss that it made her throat tighten with his emotion.

“I have a husband now, Kon.” She mumbled quietly, using his infancy name, casting her gaze downwards. “They were nothing but hollow words, grains of sand carried upon the wind of Aeolus.” His disapproval at the mention of the word husband was obvious.

Attempting to reason with him to not make a claim of a right that was no longer his. She could sense his anger, regret, sorrow. Envy . Why do you look at me in such way? Why do you look at me as if you pity me? Why do you look at me with eyes filled with sorrow and hatred, all at once? Where did her sweet and naughty Kon go? She wished to voice those questions.

With clenched fists, he nodded. “It’s for the gods to decide as our fate lies in their hands.” Kon-El spoke solemnly with unshakable conviction. “You have a husband tonight, but take heed as The Fates could cut his thread of life coming morrow.” He bowed down and left without saying no more.

No. No. He would not dare. Notion spit forth from such a place of hate, fear and confusion like its like a venom small at first or great yet if allowed it to take over fully.

The night was calm, witness of the conversation between two old friends, the stifling hot of the day finally giving way to a coolness which smelled like an approaching storm. Yes, she could feel it, there was a storming coming with the unforgiving and celestial ire of Zeus.

~~~

The feast passed quickly, with laughter and high spirits carrying it along. However, Raven could never quite relax after hearing Kon-El’s threatening words. And there was the bedding ceremony to proceed, not in public. Thank to Merciful Elea.

Torchlight played on Raven’s face as she motioned with her hands like a sorceress, then the royal peplos she wore dropped off her like the skin off a snake and she emerged. Goddess Nyx in human form, her breasts round and ripe and firm, her belly flat and sculpted thighs, the tangle of dark hair between her legs an invitation and a challenge. She was bare before him. So very delicate, so vulnerable, so unlike anything he’d ever laid eyes upon. It intrigued him, that vulnerability, laid bare for him to see under the soft glow of the torches. The daughter of the God of death.

What a curious creature she was. Gifted with the beauty of Aphrodite, the mysterious eyes of Nyx, holding the stars of Orion in them. They had been in his mind on and off at the feast, wrapped up in the hazy, sweetly intoxicating lull of inebriation.

As he looked down then back up her body, to her timid eyes, no challenge in them, though her lips still twisted in a semblance of indecision. Doubt. It was obvious that while she was not truly frightened of him, nonetheless the shadow of doubt and tension was present. Damian swallowed hard. He had avoided looking at her more than necessary during the ceremony but he gave into temptation as Aphrodite whispered in his ear all the ways he could have her. He did not like Gods nor their offspring. The Gods enjoyed tricking mortals for their own merriment. But, she was his wife and there was no escaping now. He cursed quietly for his mortality.

Raven dug her pearly teeth into the fleshy hills of her bottom lip, reminding herself to stay in control, taking a deep breath, fists clenched at her side as she took a brave step forward. “My prince.”

“Damian.” He corrected immediately as he straightened up for a fraction of a second before he bent his head and allowed his lips to graze Raven’s ear. “My name is Damian.”

With uncommon courage, she reached for the clasp holding his jade tunic under his chin. The heavy cloth sighed down around their feet. With a delicate feather-like touch, Raven traced the longest scar on his bronze body that went from Damian’s left shoulder down to his right hip. His breath hitched at the sudden invasion, but relaxed into her touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. No one had ever dare touch him intimately without his permission.

She could see hidden amongst the bright hues an emerald green clouding over with Damian’s lust. Their lips melded together as if they were made for each other and moved in sync as Damian threaded her fingers into Damian’s thick raven locks. Damian gently nipped her lower lip, and when she gasped heavily against his, he slid his tongue inside the warm cavern of her mouth to meet hers.

Her mind temporarily muddled with an electrical charge coursing through her veins making it hard for her to focus on any one part of her anatomy than her mouth against his. Everything tingles, starting at the back of her neck and rushing down, an uncomfortable yet exhilarating heat razing through her nerves only to whirlpool in her lower belly, churning, before continuing down all the way to her toes. He tasted like pure ambrosia.

As they continued kissing, his lips become eager, desperate, feverish. She’s never been kissed like this before. Kon-El had kissed her cheeks out of mischief a few times when they were children. Innocent love. Never with parted lips and tongue, with a hunger that would scare her had the same kind of hunger not driven her own greedy mouth to kiss and suck and nip. And yet she knew with the wisdom of Athena, that even if she’d kissed a hundred men a thousand times, nothing would ever compare to this.

Peppering her neck with kisses and listening to her gasp his name, he carried her slowly to the crimson bed where he laid her down. Dragging his teeth gently downwards, along the expanse of her sweet, alabaster skin. There all shyness was replaced with audacity and devotion. Not being able to resist the urge, he bit into her neck, at her pulse point where he could feel her unsteady heartbeat against his tongue as he laved at it.

Hands that were calloused and large and warm and so very gentle for a warrior, as they find their way roaming her natural curves. They skimmed over her thigh and hip, caress the soft skin of her waist, ghost over the swell of her breasts. His mouth, hot and wet, closed around her breast and sucks lightly, thus making her suck in a sharp breath. Expert tongue swelling around her pink nipple. What in the name of Hera he was doing to her? She wanted more. More. More.

Raven cannot utter a single word. Her mouth too dry, her mind too drunk on arousal, to form any coherent phrase. Calling his name between small whimpers showing her heightened ecstacy. This must be Elysium in all its glory. It was such a sweet torture.

Damian thought to himself she tasted like earth, starlight, like flowers blooming in the night. What was he thinking? She was his wife, no more. Daughter of his nemesis. His young heart hammering inside of his chest, the memory of his mother’s voice haunting him as she vanished with the wind.

Something flared in Damian then, flared up in his chest and his belly like a flaming arrow shot high to signal the start of a nighttime raid, and he seized her hips and pushed up inside her. Raven groaned softly in pain. Fear sent her stomach and chest quaking, her breaths coming short and fast, mind flooded with words of maidens about the pain of maidenhead being taken. At first, his strokes were slow, but his eyes do not look upon her face. The flower garland tumbled off her head and was crushed under their grappling bodies, the scent of a summer noon briefly filling the night.

She opened her legs wider and wrapped them around Damian following her instincts. Her velvet heat encased him, and he had to restrain himself from descending into madness at the pleasure. He felt like he was drowning in the Aliakmonas, the river swollen with melted snow. Raven’s round breasts goaded him, her hands caressed him tenderly, her ripeness clenched around him. As he started thrusting faster, harder, pumping in and out of her at an erratic pace. Damian drops his forehead to her shoulder, an animal like grunt in her ear, and she heard herself moan along with him. She even shifted her hips so that he hits her just right, his pubic bone rubbing against a sensitive spot his hand had touched.

He could tell she was close by the way her walls were fluttering around him, and he brought one of his hands down between them to rub circles onto her bundle of nerves. Damian also angled his hips enough to reach for the deep spot in the center of women that made them cry with satisfaction with each push.

Something inside her tightens, inside her belly where a babe will grow with the blessings of the gods, and then another wave of pleasure washed over her, pulling such a loud moan from her it should leave her ashamed, but she doesn’t care. Sweat beds clouding her vision, and the ragged breath of her husband hot against her moonlight skin, salty with sweat.

He reached climax and came harder than he had ever. His thrusts slowed, hips stilling as he emptied himself, thick, hot, white ropes of his seed filling her up to the hilt. Letting out a weary sigh he removed his body atop hers, carefully. It was done. Fulfilled his duty he told himself. A clear lie. Damian considered cupping her cheek and kissing her temple but he couldn’t do it. No. His features hardened as he turned away from her.

“I will show you respect as my wife. I will please you in all the ways a husband and lover can. But do not ask me to love you, for that is not an oath I can honor.” His voice came out hoarser and raspier than ever in the darkness, before rolling to the other of the bed preparing to fall in the arms of Morpheus.

There was an emptiness inside of her soul, her center she couldn’t describe. Waiting to be full again. Aching. Pulsing. Whirling.

“But I thought…” Raven began, a lump forming in her throat, not wanting to admit that she had hoped he could ever find love with her. Perhaps fondness. What about the gentleness he had shown her? The words died with the quietude of the royal chamber as if Harpocrates had made himself present.

Perhaps coming morrow with the grace of Apollo, he would bring Damian’s gentleness back to her. All she can do is hope and pray tonight. A lone tear slipped down her face as she closed her eyes.

Notes: Hello it’s me again with a new AU. Sorry not sorry. Had to get it out of my system 😂😂😂😂🙈🙈🙈🙈

Do not panic please. This is the first chapter and there will be Damirae fluff I promise. Happy Damirae moments and probably more smut than in other stories 👀👀

Hope you all enjoy. @ravenfan1242 @tweepunkgrl @chromium7sky @deepbreadlover @timid-soot-sprite @kallura-juniblade @shewhowillnotbenamed1 @andthendk @alerialblu

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berjhawn · 3 years

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Day & Night ~ Ch. 4 ~ The Truth

Bruce Wayne/Batman X Reader (Lady Light) X DC

Warnings: pain, loss, betrayal, disappointment, abandonment, ETC

(A/N) Please like, comment, and Reblog if you guys enjoy it.

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Bruce couldn’t help the worry that was filling his body. What did she need to talk about? He had texted her back after that but all she said was that it was important. His anxiety was through the roof, and he didn’t get anxious. Was it because he truly cared about (Name) and was worried about what would happen?

He stands at her door about to knock when arguing inside sends him into protect mode. Using his spare key, he opens the door up and rushes inside to see Connor and (Name) arguing. His brow furrowed as he caught the end of their argument.

“What do you mean you know?!” Connor inquires angrily.

“Exactly what I said.” She pauses for a moment before pain fills her eyes. “Connor, why do you think I left?”

“You mean you’ve known she did it all these years and you never tried to confront her?”

“What good would that do?” (Name) argues placing her hands on her hips.

“Clark deserves to know that he’s dating a liar.” Connor retorts and (Name) shakes her head.

“He knows.” Is all she says before she finally notices Bruce.

“I’m sorry for interrupting.” Bruce says pulling Connor’s attention to him.

“It’s fine. Connor, can you give Bruce and I a few minutes please.” (Name) asks her eyes avoiding Bruce’s.

“But mom?!” Connor argues.

“Please, we’ll talk about this later. I promise, I will explain everything then. Okay?” She offers and he nods.

“I’ll be outside.” Conner says glaring at Bruce as he walks past him and out the front door.

Once the two of them are alone, Bruce turns back toward her to see a pained expression on her face. Something was wrong.

“You okay?” He asks and she shakes her head.

“No, I’m not.” She replies and he goes to hold her, but she holds her hand out to stop him. “Please, don’t.”

All it takes is for her eyes to meet his and he knows she knows.

“Bruce, if you have been keeping anything from me, I need you to tell me now.” She pleads and his heart clenches.

“I have been keeping something from you.” He replies and her brow furrows. “Since Connor is here, I take it you already know.” She nods.

“I do, but I want to hear it from you.” She replies wrapping her arms around her waist.

“I’m Batman.” He states and he watches as tears threaten her eyes. “First, I want to say that day we met at your work and I asked you out. I didn’t know you were Lady Light. I just saw a beautiful warm woman and I wanted to get to know her more.”

“But you came to see me that night.”

“I wanted to make sure the girl I met in that restaurant got home safe.” He pauses a smirk filling his lips. “But you don’t need me to keep you safe.” He adds and she smirks.

“Damn straight I don’t.”

“When I found out you were Lady Light, I thought it would be for the best if we didn’t see each other again. You wanted no part of the league life and I respected that.”

“But?”

“But when I saw you that day sitting at the fountain, I knew I couldn’t walk away. I wanted to get to know you as Bruce. I wanted to be with you as Bruce.”

“Were you ever planning on telling me that you were Batman?” She asks and he takes a cautious step toward her.

“Yes.” He answers honestly and her body relaxes. “I should have told you sooner. You deserve complete honesty.”

“Complete honesty?” She asks and he nods. “Why did you avoid me when I first went to work for the league?”

“Because of Clark.”

“What do you mean?” She asks her arms folding over her chest.

“I saw how Clark looked at you. He fell for you hard when he first saw you.”

“And you didn’t.”

“I did,” He interjects making her eyes widen slightly. “That’s why I avoided you. I didn’t want to ruin a chance for both you and Clark to be happy.” She nods her eyes looking down. “But you weren’t happy.”

“I was for a time.” She replies taking a step towards him. “But who I became with him, it wasn’t me. I was trying to be like him to make him happy, but I realized that I needed to make me happy.”

“So, you left.”

“That’s one of the reason’s I left. The other…” She pauses as she lets out a heavy sigh. “Bruce, before I tell you this, I need to know how you feel about me. Was all of this just some elaborate scheme to keep and eye on me or?”

“I love you (Name).” Bruce announces his eyes focused on hers.

“It’s easy for people to say they love someone. It doesn’t necessarily mean that they really do.” (Name) replies tears stinging her eyes.

“I never say I love someone, when I don’t.” Bruce adds and she smirks.

“I know.” She concludes as she reaches up and wraps her arms around his neck holding him tight. Bruce wraps his arms around her waist and holds her close not wanting to let her go.

“Before we move on, I need to tell you my secret.” She says as she leans back but keeps him in her arms. “I take it you know about Connor?”

“I do.” He says and she nods.

“I guess I should start from the beginning then.” She says as she grabs his hand and pulls him over to sit next to her on the couch. Turning to face him she holds tightly to his hands as she uses him to give her strength.

“Back before Connor showed up, Clark and I were going through some issues. I could feel like he didn’t want to be with me anymore, but he also didn’t want to leave me. We argued a lot about the stupidest shit. We were at our breaking point when Connor showed up. He was just an innocent boy. He didn’t ask to be made. I knew from the moment he told me he was created from a piece of me, that he was mine.

“I became his mother and I never looked back or regretted it. Clark though, he had his own stupid issues and of course took them out on Connor. So, we argued about that. We argued a lot. It didn’t take me long to realize that there was something else going on.” (Name) pauses and Bruce can tell that this was hard for her to talk about.

“When Connor told me what Lex had told him, I went to Luthor Corp.” She states making Bruce’s eyes widen. “I had a feeling about how he got my DNA, but I was so hoping I was wrong.” Tears slowly start to fall down her cheeks making Bruce grip tightly to her hand as he offers her support. “I asked him how and he just came out and told me. It wasn’t like he had anything to lose by telling me.”

“How did he get it?” Bruce asks making her eyes meet his.

“It was given to him.” She answers and Bruce furrows his brow.

“Who gave it to him?” Bruce asks anger filling his voice. He was angry. He wanted to hurt the person who betrayed her.

“None other that Lois Lane.” (Name) states and Bruce sees red.

Bruce sat there for a moment confused before it all made sense. Clark and Lois had had an on and off relationship for years. They even had a son together. When (Name) showed up, their on and off again relationship stopped. Clark was devoted to being happy with (Name). Bruce remembered all the late night calls he got from Clark about how excited he was to finally move on with his life.

So, what had happened?

“Why did she do it?” Bruce asks and (Name) tilts her head at him.

“You believe me?” She questions surprise on her face.

“Why wouldn’t I? You would never lie.” Bruce says and she smiles sadly.

“You don’t know how much it means to me to hear you say that.” She says as she reaches up to wipe the tears from her eyes. “When I learned what she did, I told Clark. He called me a liar. Said Lois would never do something like that. But I saw the video. I saw her hand my hair over to Lex. When I tried to tell him this, he lost it, and I learned that day that he didn’t really love me.”

“He’s stupid.” Bruce says and she chuckles.

“It was only later that I learned that toward the end of our relationship he was also sleeping with Lois. That’s how she got her hands on my hair. They slept together on the bed I shared with him. I was broken, betrayed; I couldn’t stay there anymore.”

“Does anyone else know that it was Lois?” Bruce asks and I nod.

“Connor found out. That’s why he was here, and why we were arguing. He doesn’t understand why I won’t confront her about it.”

“Why don’t you?” Bruce asks his curiosity peaked.

“What good would it do?”

“It would give you closure.”

“It would, but if I lost my temper, I could hurt her. She’s normal. I’m not.”

“You would never hurt an innocent person.” Bruce adds and she smiles sadly at him.

“I wouldn’t intentionally. But my powers are unstable when I’m upset. What if I lose it and accidentally kill her? I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. I couldn’t hurt Jon or Clark like that.”

“You’re too kind for your own good.” Bruce says and she nods.

Letting out a heavy sigh he pulls her into his chest and lets her meld into his side.

“Thank you, for listening and believing me.” She says and he gently plants a kiss on her forehead. “After hearing all that, do you still want me?” She asks taking him back.

“Of course, I want you. Nothing you’ve told me or could tell me would change that.” Bruce replies and she lets out a sigh of relief.

“I love you, Bruce.” She says and Bruce smiles.

“I love you too.”

Bruce moves his hand up and down her arm therapeutically as his mind thinks about what to do now. Clark was his friend, one of his only ones. He needed to know the truth. It was surprising that Lois would stoop so low just to try and get Clark back with her. Clark didn’t deserve to be used and lied too. Bruce made a mental note to help his friend out and find those tapes. What Clark did after he learned the truth was up to him.

“I need to talk to Connor, and Damian.” She announces moving away from him.

“What happened with Damian?” Bruce inquires about his youngest.

“He was here when Connor showed up. I didn’t handle my emotions that well and when I found out that they knew who I was and that you were Batman, I felt a little betrayed and pushed him away. I need to fix that.”

“You’ll get your chance.” Bruce says and she nods. “I’ll talk to Connor.”

“Are you sure?” She asks and he nods.

“Why don’t you pack some clothes and stay with me tonight. You and Connor both. It will give you a chance to talk to Damian as well.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” She says as she walks into the other room.

“I’ll go get Connor.” Bruce announces as he walks out of the apartment and downstairs where Connor was waiting impatiently. When he notices Bruce, he narrows his eyes at him. “Tell me what you know about what Lois did.”

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angstysebfan · 4 years

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My Roommate’s Boyfriend 10/10

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Your roommate’s boyfriend and you do not get along. You don’t even know why anymore. When your roommate has to move unexpectedly across the country, you both begrudgingly drive her car to her new home. Adventure, angst, and secrets come alive.

Warnings: severaly flashbacks in italics; Fluffy fluffy shit coming your way!

2 years later

You’re pacing around the room trying to get your emotions in check. Today was the day your life will change forever. Nat walked in, wearing her navy blue tea length dress. “Y/N, you have got to calm down and get dressed already!” she scolded.

You take a deep breath and look in floor length mirror. You hair and makeup were done to perfection and you were standing in your white silk robe. “What if we are not meant to be? What if this is a mistake?” you say, panic evident in your voice.

It was the day after you and Bucky finally talked it out. He planned on taking you out on a proper date this time. He told you he would pick you up at 7, and at exactly 7, you heard the buzzer.

You were running around like a chicken with your head cut off because you got out of work late, which never happens. You buzz him in and quickly run into your room to slip your dress on.

You heard the knock on the door and started to panic because your hair was a mess and you didn’t have makeup on. You run to the door, looking slight disheveled. You open it to see Bucky looking as handsome as ever.

Bucky furrowed his brows seeing the panic on your face. “You okay, doll?” He asks. You shake your head as tears start to form. “I got out of work late, and so I haven’t had time to fix my hair or my makeup and you planned this whole night and now I’m ruining it!” You said, choking on a sob.

Bucky quickly embraced you and kissed the top of your head. “Doll, I don’t care where our first date is, as long as I’m with you. If we miss dinner, we can go to the diner or get pizza. And you already look amazing.” He said with a shrug.

You look at him for a moment before you pull him close and kiss him. Bucky was taken aback at first, but then wrapped his arms around you. When you pulled back you looked at him. “Give me 10 minutes, and I’ll be ready.” You said softly before going into your room.

You knew at that point that Bucky was the one for you. Always and forever.

Nat took both your hands and made you look at her. “Do you love him?” she asks. You nod. “Do you want to be with him for the rest of your life?” she asks, and again you nod. “Then shut up with the stupid questions and get your ass dressed! You need to be walking down the aisle to your man in 10 minutes!” Nat said with authority. She pushed you toward your dress and smacked your ass.

Once you were in your white strapless floor length gown, that showed all your curves perfectly, you felt slightly more confident. You mom and dad walked and gushed over your beauty. You mom gave you a hug and left the room with Natasha to get ready to start the ceremony. Your dad offered his arm and led you out of the room.

Bucky was waiting at the end of the aisle with Sam and his other best friend Steve. When you entered the room with your dad, he couldn’t help but watch you walk toward him in awe. You had never looked so beautiful. He can’t believe you were finally going to be his forever.

You had been dating for a year, and it was the beat year of your life. Bucky had moved into your apartment, especially since you have him a key again after a month of dating. You both were the happiest you had ever been.

You were planning your next visit out to Nat in Seattle in the next month or so. You both are cuddled together on the couch looking at the computer to purchase plane tickets. Bucky has his arm wrapped around you, and every few minutes kisses you temple.

What started out as innocent, turned into a full blown make out session and then passionate love making. Your plane tickets forgotten. As you both lay on the couch, calming down from your exertion, Bucky turns your face to him.

“Marry me?” He asks softly, as he brushes the hair stuck to your face from sweat. You smile and tears come your your eyes. “Oh my god! Yes! Bucky, yes of course I will marry you!” You shout as you wrap your arms around his neck.

Bucky smiles and kisses you softly. “I was going to wait until Seattle, but I just couldn’t wait anymore. I love you, Y/N. You are everything to me. We were meant to be from the moment we saw each other, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

You can’t help crying tears of happiness. “I love you too, Bucky. I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together!” You say as you bring him in for another kiss.

Bucky and you were more then lovers and boyfriend/girlfriend. You were best friends. You told each other everything and anything. You barely fought anymore, though there was the occasional disagreement. You both swore to never go to bed angry, and that also pushed you to settle your quarrels quickly. Plus you couldn’t stand to be away from each other.

Nat was your cheerleader all the way through your relationship, which is why she is proudly standing by you as your maid of honor. She met her current boyfriend Bruce at work, and the two have been together for a year. She had never been so happy.

You and Bucky make frequent trips to Seattle to see Nat, and she visits New York with Bruce often. You’re so glad that the distance didn’t change your friendship. You know none of this would have been possible without her.

“Oh my god!!” Nat screamed as she saw your ring! She ran up and gave you the biggest hug, squeezing you so tight. “I can’t believe you guys are getting married!” She said as she hugged Bucky.

“Nat, none of this would have happened if you hadn’t pushed us to stop being stupid. So... will you be my maid of honor?” You ask. Nat jumped up and down screaming YES!

You look at Bucky as you get closer to him, and you can’t help but smile. God you loved this man. You can’t imagine what life would be like without him. You don’t even remember what it was like without him. As you finally make it to Bucky, your father shook his hand and gave you away.

After your vows were said, you finally heard the words you were waiting for, “You may kiss the bride”. Bucky pulled you to him and crashed him lips into yours. To say you were the happiest person in the world would be an understatement.

After a fun reception, you said goodbye to your family and friends and went up to the Honeymoon Suite of the hotel. You both had to be up early to catch your flight to Bora Bora, but you spent the entire night entwined in each other. Bucky showed you how much he loved you over and over.

Six months later you get another surprise. You’re pregnant! Bucky was beyond happy, and you both decided that it was time to start looking for a house and leave the city. You found the perfect home in the suburbs that was still close enough to the city for work and your friends.

“Bucky? Are you home?” You shout from the bathroom in your apartment. “Yeah baby, I am in the kitchen. You okay?” Bucky called as he walks toward the bathroom.

You take a deep breath and hand him the stick. He looks confused at first, but then a huge smile appears on his face. “You’re pregnant?” He asks in disbelief. You nod.

Bucky shouts with joy as he sweeps you off your feet and spins you around. You both are laughing as he stops and just hold you. “I can’t believe I’m going to be a daddy.” He says.

You smile. “I know! And I’m going to be a mommy!” Bucky kisses you softly. “Well, I think we need to move out of the city. I want my kids to have a big backyard with a pool and swing set.” Bucky says as he walks over to grab his laptop.

Shortly after the move you gave birth to your son, Matthew James Barnes. He was the spitting image of his father, and you hoped he would turn out just like him. After an easy birth, you and Bucky sit on your bed holding your son. Bucky continues to kiss you head and thanking you for his son.

You look up at Bucky with tears in your eyes. You think back to that terrible first year of knowing each other, and then the terrible drive to Seattle. You can’t help but laugh to yourself that all of that craziness led you to the best thing in your life. Your loving husband and son. You wouldn’t want it any other way.

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riseofnightwing · 4 years

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You are safe now - Dick Grayson Imagine

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader

Summary: Dick and Y/N have a son who is kidnapped by Deathstroke. What should they do now?

Warnings: Lot of fluff, a bit of angst and cursing.

Notes: Is it normal crying by reading your own imagine? @boyy-wonder-grayson cami, you always help me with these ideas and working with you is amazing, thank you.

When you are hero, a good hero you are needed in every place, all the time. That’s what Bruce used to tell Dick and Y/N when they first wanted to create Titans, so they could teach the right things. And that’s what they had done. They had always been there, the old titans, and now the new ones. They kept San Francisco -and the world- safe for a long time along with the Justice League. When Y/n realized how she felt about Dick, there was no turning back for her. She felt as if the air was sucked out of her lungs every time Dick walked into the room, and she noticed how her heart started to beat faster every time Dick complimented her for something she’d done. Her cheeks would turn red-ish whenever her hands brushed with his, and even though she was oblivious to it, Dick felt the exact same way about her. His palms got sweaty whenever he saw her in her suit, and his eyes wandered through her body. Her laugh would make his stomach twist in knots. Being the leaders of the group and having to support each other when things went wrong, brought up feelings that had always been there,in their hearts.

[5 years ago, Titans Tower, living room]

Dick sat in the couch resting his head in the back of it, in front of the fireplace. After a long night of solving fucking mysteries that Riddler had spared around San Francisco, along with Y/N, Dawn, Donna, Hank and Garth. They did everything to stop the bastard but he got away nevertheless. They went back to the tower so they could make a better plan, and try again next time. They would catch him.

“Hey, Grayson, rough night wasn’t it?” He saw her beautiful face appeared on the living room and sat by his side.

“I couldn’t agree more, Y/L/N” He answered the woman, trying to mask the way she made him feel.

“What do you think about drinking some beers in the rooftop so we can relax?” She asked with a bright smile, a smile that Dick loved, and of course he couldn’t say no.

“I think it’s a pretty good idea.” He said with a grin and they laughed, making their way to the rooftop.

That was the first time they kissed; it was as simple as that, all the questions were answered, all fears were put to rest, all doubts were removed. What they felt wasn’t just passion, it was a bruising tenderness and a love so strong it made them burst into flames.

Dick and Y/N had their first time together. Intoxicated by the alcohol there was no way Y/N could hide her feelings anymore. Neither did Dick, things were taking place, one after the other. They turned invincible together,

After a month Dick asked Y/N to be his girlfriend, and she said yes, to the man she loved with all her heart.

After a year, Dick, Y/N and the Titans had the misfortune of losing Garth to Deathstroke, and Dick swore himself he would take him down, no matter what.

It ended up with the tragedy of also losing Jericho, a sweet boy who earn a place in each of the Titans hearts. Those were dark days for everyone. After that incident Hawk, Donna and Dawn left. Dick and Y/N stayed in the tower. The were both broken after Jericho’s death. He didn’t deserve what happened to him.

[4 years ago, Titans Tower, Dick and Y/N’s bedroom]

Dick was in the computer’s room reuniting information about Deathstroke for him to use in the future. Y/N was sleeping since she seemed so tired this past weeks, the missions kept the same rhythm, but she seemed more and more exhausted each passing day, so Dick let her sleep.

In their bedroom, Y/N got up feeling nauseous, she immediately ran into the bathroom emptying the contents of her stomach.

Something was wrong and she knew it. She had slept for 12 hours straight last night and now she felt like she couldn’t feel any type of smell. Everything made her sick. Her period was late this month, but she thought it was the stress messing with her body, after all, things haven’t been particularly quiet.

Dick went to their bedroom searching for her

“Babe, where are you? i think i found something” Dick entered the room to find Y/N washing her face.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked leaning on the door’s frame. She seemed sick, her skin was pale. “Come here” he opened his arms for her to get closer.

Y/N loved Dick’s perfume, she did, but today, when she felt it, she made her way right back into the toilet, throwing up again. Dick looked at her worried, instantly helping her by holding her hair and caressing her back.

When she finished, she brushed her teeths and went directly to their bed, with Dick by her side afraid that she might pass out any minute. She lay there an asked him if he could stay with here for a minute. They lay there in comfortable silence.

“Dick?” she whispered.

“what’s wrong?” Dick asked running his fingers through her hair.

“I think I’m pregnant” She said almost crying. She couldn’t imagine his reaction, after all, these past few days had been so hard for him, but it is Dick Grayson we are talking about.

He was shocked, and for a few seconds he didn’t say anything, just hugged her, “I love you, i love you so much”, he said.

It seemed like someone up there didn’t want Dick to sink into blame, giving him a sight of hope. When Y/n took a test to find out that she was, in fact, pregnant, Dick couldn’t be happier. He thought he was too damaged to feel things like this but now he understand that the L word saved him.

[4 months later, TitansTower]

“Babe?” Y/n stood in the door leaning on the frame. She smiled at him, he looked really hot when he was concentrated.

“Hey love” Dick answered smiling at her.

“I have something for you.” She handed him a envelope.

He opened it and there was an ultrasound, that was the first picture of their baby. Dick got tears in his eyes he got up and hugged her.

“It’s a boy” she said smiling up at him.

It was a Boy. Y/n was expecting a boy and he looked at her with so much love in his eyes, he was so happy.

“John” they said at the same time. They laughed together and when the laughter died down, he kissed her passionately.

Dick felt deep inside that now his duty went towards protecting his family. It was all that mattered to him at that moment.

The next day he searched for a house in Detroit, leaving San Francisco and their pasts behind.

He was Detective Dick Grayson now, working on Detroit City Y/N and him moved to a beautiful house located in a calm neighborhood where they started living their lives, trying to do it as normal as they could. They couldn’t take the risk of being in danger in such delicate moment.

Six months later, Y/N gave birth to John Grayson, a beautiful little boy. Dick was a father now and their lives had changed forever. They’ve changed for good. Because he couldn’t feel anything but happiness and love in his heart. He would give his life to protect his wife and son.

[2 years ago, Detroit, Dick and Y/N’s house]

Two years after John was born, Dick decided they had to take another step.

Y/N and Dick were in the kitchen while John was playing with his toys in the living room. She was cooking while they were drinking some wine and watching John, carefully.

“I have something for you” Dick huged her from behind while he spoke.

She turned to him smiling “What’s it, babe?”

He took a blue box from his pocket and her hands flew to her mouth in surprise.

“Y/n, it took us a lot to get where we are now. We went through the hardest times and we ended up happier than we could ever think. So I wanted to ask you…Will you marry me?”

She hugged him fiercely before kissing him deeply. “I couldn’t say anything but yes, Grayson.”

“No measure of time will be long enough, so let’s start with forever” He told her. When the looked at John the little boy was smiling at his parents.

Dick and Y/N got married a few months later; they didn’t want something big, just the three of them was enough. Besides, something big would draw too much attention.

Time passed and and their lifes went on, Dick kept working on Detroit Police Department as a Detective.

[6 months ago, DPD]

“Hey Grayson, You have that thing for helping kids, right?” Dick’s superior asked him and motion for him to follow him to the room where the kid was.

“Hi there, how you doing? Word on the street is you like playing baseball with bricks and cop cars? I’m Detective Dick Grayson.”

Dick talked to the purple haired girl. She looked scared.

“You wanna talk about what happened?” He asked looking for an answer

“it’s you.” Okay, he wasn’t expecting for that kind of answer. “The boy from the circus, please, can you help me?” How did she even know about his past as a Flying Grayson? Dick felt something inside of him, something that was telling him that he needed to help this girl. Call it a hunch. He decided he would help her, but he needed to go somewhere first.

[8P.M Dick and Y/N’s house]

“Babe? I’m home, where are you?” Dick looked for Y/N, as he entered the house with Rachel behind. He left his jacket, his police ID and everything he used to bring back home in the stand next to the door. He heard noises coming from the kitchen, Y/N and John were there while she prepared some food for the boy.

“Hey love, i’m here, how was your day?” Y/N asked before kissing the man. She looked surprised to see another figure standing behind him, a little girl who looked really scared.

“Hey, Rachel, this is my wife, Y/n and my son John.” Dick introduced them while y/n looked at them in confusion.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you, i’m Y/N” the woman understood the kid needed a place, by the way she looked

. “I’ll show you the bathroom so you can fix yourself and then you can have dinner with us, okay?”

Y/N guided Rachel to the bathroom and gave her all she needed. When she saw that Rachel was out of sight, she went to talk to her husband who was now playing with baby John.

“Dick, who is she? What’s happening?” She asked.

“Babe, this girl, she’s like us, she’s special. They took her to DPD today and when I tried to interrogate her to find out what happened she told me i was the circus guy, and that she needed help. I couldn’t say no, her mother died, and I…she needs our help.” Dick said sighing.

“ Babe, we gave up our hero life because we needed to keep John safe. I’m not sure about it.” Y/N said without looking at him in the eyes.

“Hey” he lifted her face with his finger “What would have happened to us, if Bruce hadn’t done the same thing?” He asked “You and John are safe with me, i’ll never let anything happen to any of you. Never.”

“You can’t resist a bird with a broken wing, can you, Grayson?” she asked him with a half smile and he already knew she was on board with his plan.

“I wouldn’t say i can”

With everything that happened, Y/n, Dick, John and Rachel followed the road in search for some answers. Along the way they found Kory Anders, Gar Logan and Jason Todd.

Dick and Y/n fought with everything they had, but not as heroes; their suits were kept locked inside a suitcase, and they hoped they would stay that way.

Beating Trigon with the help of the old titans made them realize the safest place they could go was the old tower, after all, there was the only place that always felt like home.

[9 PM Titans Tower, Living room]

“Guys, make yourself at home” Dick said to the new members of the team “ the first door is mine and Y/N’s bedroom, the next door is John’s and you can choose any of the other rooms. Tomorrow we will start training.”

Dick told the group before leaving his and y/n’s things in their bedroom and John’s in his own. It seemed like Bruce had made all the adjustments the tower needed while they weren’t there.

John’s bedroom now had a bed; when they left there was just baby things and a baby crib. Bruce always took care of this type of things.

[10 P.M Titans Tower, Living room]

Once the titans were already in their respective rooms, Dick had John in his arms sitting next to the fireplace, while they looked to the city of San Francisco through the window. The boy was almost asleep, resting his head in his dad’s shoulders.

“Tired, Little Bird?” Dick asked John.

“Yes, daddy, i am, but I liked it here. You can see all.the lights from here” He answered.

“It’s a good place, johnny” Dick told him kissing his forehead.

Y/N looked at her two boys, smiling to herself. She couldn’t believe that they were a family.

They were back here after 4 years and now, John was here with them. They weren’t the heroes they once were, but they knew they would never truly leave this life behind. It was a part of them.

Two days after the Titans had come to the tower, things were going normal, they woke up, had their breakfast and Dick gave them some martial arts book they should study. In the afternoon, they were trained by Y/n and Dick who were almost veterans of war. Jason had a lot of experience which helped a lot at teaching moves to the newbies.

The teams was hanging out in the living room, after a tiring season of training, when a light coming from a helicopter in the sky illuminated something in the ground. It seemed like a police chase.

Dick turned the TV on to see a young girl running from the cops and fighting them. It instantly caught his eye.

“I’ll be right back, stay here.” He told Y/n and left. Y/n knew he would help the girl, it was the Dick Grayson type of thing.

As she expected, the girl came to the tower, she was hurt. Her name was Rose; she had a eye patch in one of her eyes, y/n could tell it was from fighting. Dick decided that she would stay for the night, and Y/n agreed to it.

The next day, Dick, Gar and Jason found out she was Deathstroke’s daughter. And Dick instantly told Y/n, they already had a past with this guy and they needed to be careful. So they agreed they had needed to call their old friends.

That same morning, they received Donna, Hank and Dawn. The guys didn’t know that Dick and Y/n had a child. So it was definitely a surprise.

[8 PM, Titans Tower, Living room]

The old titans arrived feeling the tension between the new titans. They didn’t know what was going on. Not yet, but they came because of Dick and Y/n’s call. It should be important.

“Finally” Y/n said as they made their way to the living room. She hugged Dawn.

“I missed you, Troy.” Y/N said when she hugged Donna,

“You’re prettier than ever, Y/n” Hank said trying to piss Dick off.

“Carefull.” Dick said making everyone laugh.

“And who’s that beautiful boy who’s standing there clinging to your leg?” Donna asked, the boy was shyly trying to hide between his father’s legs.

“Come here” Dick took him to his arms to introduced him to his friends. “This is John. Mine and Y/n’s son. I’m sorry you couldn’t met him.”

“Hey little Bird, I’m uncle Hank”

“Hi I’m John Grayson” the little boy said shyly.

The girls looked surprised, but made no comments.

“we will have time for everyone to meet him, hopefully.” Y/n said.

The old Titans went to the training room where Dick and Y/n explained the situation with Rose. They couldn’t believe Slade Wilson was in their lives again. But they would stay, and help them to beat this guy once and for all. They decided Rose could stay until they caught Slade but Hank couldn’t agree that much with them.

The next day, things were strange. Rachel freaked out and almost killed Jason when she founded some crucifixes in her mirror, Donna found a bottle of her favourite drink that Garth would bring to her. It was painfully strange.

“So it was you Jason? You did it? Why?” Donna asked him.

“I don’t know what’s happening but it wasn’t me” he retorted blinking the tears away.

Dick had left early saying he had things to do; he didn’t look good, Y/n could tell that he still felt guilty about the whole Jericho situation.

“Guys, Deathstroke is here.” Dick came from the elevator holding a gun.

“Babe, what is this? Talk to me. What do you mean by “he’s here”?” his wife asked.

“Jason” he says and went to the rooftop.

Y/n couldn’t understand it and she was sure no one else in the room could. She went looking for John; he was playing with his toys in his room, but when she got there, the window was wide open,and there was no sign of the little boy.

“John?” She called, but he doesn’t answer.

The woman feels something strange in her heart, and came back running through the living room.

“Has someone seen John?” She asked with a trembling voice.

“Babe, what happened? Where’s John?” Dick got down from the rooftop, he also seemed to feel that something was wrong, John wasn’t the type of kid that would hide from his parents, but they searched everywhere and they could not find him. That was until Dick received a call from an unknown number.

“I told you Grayson. I warned you, and you brought the Titans back anyways.” Dick was trembling now. Slade had John. And he hung up.

“What, Dick? Who was that?” Donna asked him now, everyone had stopped looking and was paying attention to Dick’s pale face.

“Dick, please talk to me, who was it? Where’s John?” Y/n asked getting closer to her husband.

“I…Slade has John.” Dick said. He saw the emotions on his wife face before she broke down in front of him. She fell into the ground, crying. He hugged her trying to calm both of them down.

It was nearly impoofor Dick to be strong now. His son had been kidnapped. Fucking Deathstroke, he would pay.

“That bastard, that FUCKING bastard.” Hank yelled. Everyone knew how much of a horrible person Deathstroke was,but taking baby john? This was way too much.

Rose had left, after that.

Dick took Y/N to the couch, he couldn’t leave her side, he would get their son back, he would do everything he could.

“Baby” He said getting her attention, she looked at him with red eyes from crying “I had the bad habit of underestimating you. Every obstacle you faced, i’d think you couldn’t overcome it. And you just did. You are the reason I have something to fight for, my family.” He told her with tear in his eyes “Listen to me, I won’t let him hurt John, I’ll bring him back to us.” The woman hugged him and cried even more.

“We will” She answered him.

Dick left to go get his suit. After everything that happened to them, he decided he needed a new identity. It made him remember the thing Clark Kent told him once about Nightwing and it all made sense now.

Bruce had sent him the new costume he needed after burning the Robin one. Now was the time, his son needed him. Y/n looked at her suitcase, long time without wearing it, but now she was back, for good. All the titans were ready. Slade would pay for taking their son away from them.

Dick received a call, anonymous again.

“Grayson, be careful, if you want your son back, find me in the old church in the center of san francisco in 15 minutes.”

And Dick knew, nothing would stop him from beating deathstroke today. Rose was a bait. He put her there so they could think she needed help while he could break them from inside.

They planned that Dick would enter the place first, Y/n, Jason and Donna would be going after him and also the titans would cover them.

“Slade, I’m here, let my son go, he’s a baby, he has nothing to do with this. You can kill me today if that’s your point, but let him go.”

“The old Dick Grayson, always playing the martyr. You remember what you and your team did to MY son? Isn’t it fair that I took yours?” Slade mocked him.

“Don’t be a fucking coward, Wilson, he’s 4 years old” Hank said.

“You’re right, Hawk, today is about Dick and me” Slade said and John came running for Dick

“Dad” He cried and Dick felt his heart almost stop. Their baby was okay.

“Dawn, take him to the tower, go” Dick commanded after checking that his kid was okay.

“Here you are trying to kill me again. I hope you can do this now, Nightwing, because i won’t let you live if you don’t”

He said and Dick ran to punch him with all the anger he had in his body, John was safe now and Slade had to die. With his escrima sticks he hits Slade, and he fell into the floor. Y/N and Jason came after, shooting their birdarangues, and finally a person that they didn’t expect, Ravager.

Rose wilson appeared stabbing Slade in the chest with her sword. Deathstroke was dead.

After the fighting, Y/n ran into Dick’s arms hugging her husband. “He’s okay Dick, we did it. Our son is safe and sound.” She cried with joy.

“I told you babe, no one can mess with my family.”

When they got in the tower, they were received by a blonde little guy running to them. “Mommy, daddy you’re home!.” the kid said with innocence and Dick hugged him, bringing Y/n into the hug too. Everything was fine.

“You are safe now son.”

“I know daddy, because my mommy and daddy are heroes.”

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kneamet · 3 years

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Angel of cards (13/16)

Trigger Warning: no.

Summary: Joker, Mr. J, anarchist psychopath, Tom Hiddleston. He had many nicknames. Joker was Gotham’s most dangerous and insightful man, with sharp makeup and horribly memorable scars on his face in the form of a smile. He was absolutely crazy and deadly. No one knows his real identity and everyone is afraid of his cruel jokes. But what happens when he becomes obsessed with an ordinary girl?

She belongs to him. No one can take her away from him. Even The Batman.

Chapter thirteen: the Hospital

"Dear Bruce,

I'll be honest with you... I'm going to marry Harvey Dent. I love him and I want to spend the rest of my life with him. When I said that if Gotham didn't need Batman anymore... we can be together... I wasn't lying. But I'm sure the day will never come when you don't need Batman.

I hope I'm wrong. And if so, I'll be there. But as a friend. If you have lost faith in me, please keep your faith in people.

With everlasting love, Rachel, " Bruce whispered the last sentence softly, resenting the loss. There were gentle tears in his eyes. The hand clutched the paper on which the love words were written.

Why Rachel? Why her? Why exactly the love of his life, and not... someone else? Why did the Joker say this address and not some other address? Why did he name the place where Harvey is?

"Alfred?" Without taking his eyes off the window, his right eyebrow slightly raised, but still with an emotionless, steely voice that had an anxious and trembling note in it, Wayne asked.

In his peripheral vision, Bruce could see that Alfred had entered the room, dressed like a string. He couldn't see his expression or feel his feelings, but he knew that his beloved butler was also deeply sorry.

"Yes, Master Wayne?" asked Alfred, in his usual voice, with a hint of regret in it. He knew how much his master loved Rachel.

"Is it my fault?" Bruce asks with a sigh, feeling the paper get wet because of his sweaty palms from the fear of responsibility. "I was supposed to inspire good... not madness and death, " Wayne's always calm voice faltered. His jaw trembled slightly. A single tear rolled down her cheek.

"You inspired good, but you spat in the face of the Gotham mafia. Did you think there would be no consequences?" Alfred asked, still holding the bottle of wine in his old hands, which Bruce would probably drink in one gulp. "Life always gets worse before it gets better," he sighed again and stood up from his comfortable black chair, turning to Pennyworth.

"But Rachel, Alfred," he countered, raising his voice slightly. It was too much to bear. Will Bruce be able to cope with such grief on his own? Would the general darkness swallow him up?

"Rachel believed in what you stood for. Gotham needs you, " the butler said in a reassuring old voice, moving closer to his master. He just looked down.

"Gotham needs a real hero," a real one. Not like him. Gotham needs someone who can always defend their rights and protect Gotham in a truly legal way. "And I almost let that psycho blow him to hell," Bruce whispered softly, referring to the Joker.

Wayne's hand, which was already holding the piece of paper with the love and voluptuous words, only tightened and tightened. The Joker. This blood-pumping and frenzied lunatic who only thinks about how to destroy Gotham.

And what about his equally beloved Blake? The same person who could always support him when Rachel was away? And if Rachel, he sighed, could be subject to that darkness, he didn't notice it for Blake.

Still, what does this fucking nutcase want with his best friend's niece? Bruce licked his parched lips of honey that had become wet from the tears of the meek.

He must understand everything.

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"She wanted to wait for me," Harvey mumbled, gripping his aching knuckles tightly. He could still see the pleas and screams of his beloved as she died. Rachel. He opened his mouth slightly in annoyance, pulling his lower jaw forward. Will he be able to live without everything now?

First, the Joker took away the first ray of light in his life — Blake. His beloved niece, whom he adored with all his kindred love. Would he have been able to break into the ranks of prosecutors if he hadn't been there? Hardly.

The second thing the Joker took from him was Rachel. His favorite, his sweetest girl, for whom he was willing to do anything. Exactly the same one. The one who always supported him, helped him.

He didn't listen to Gordon's useless talk. Even aside from the fact that he was a very nice person who really felt sorry for him, Harvey didn't want to see him right now. His obsessive and mumbling behavior only irritated him and injected more anger.

"I'm sorry about Rachel," he said suddenly, after a long silence that lasted about a mortal two minutes. Dent choked on his breath. "The doctor says you have a terrible pain, but you don't take your medication. That you refuse... from a skin graft, " knowing that it would not entail anything good, Gordon said quietly. Harvey only stifled a guttural growl. Idiot. Idiot. What kind of mumbling creature is this?

"You remember that name... what you gave me... When did I work for you?" Dent asked, turning to face Jim, who was standing with his head down and his brown-and-green cap in his hands.

He could see the flash of fear in the commissioner's eyes, but immediately suppressed. Is he afraid of him? But why? What's there to be afraid of? These burns on the second half of the face? Or what?

"How was it, Gordon?" he asked in a more severe voice, squinting his right eye.

"Harvey, I am..."

"Speak up," Harvey said in a steely and very stern voice, feeling an uneasy shiver run down his spine. He knew the nickname. Knew. "Speak up!"

"Two-face. Harvey is two-faced."

"Why hide who I am now?" the man asked, baring his teeth and swallowing.

"I'm sorry," Gordon said in a low voice, only clinging more tightly to himself. He didn't like being shouted at, even though he'd seen a lot of things in his life.

"No," came the steely reply again.

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Damn Moroni! The Joker thought furiously. His thoughts were now just a hailstorm of thoughts and a chaotic chaos that couldn't calm down. He licked his dry, bland, cold lips with a rough tongue. He was walking briskly toward Harvey Dent's room.

Oh, yes, the very man he had almost killed, and whom Batman had saved just in time. What a good boy he is. He would have to do it again somehow, and arrange a soft and favorable game for his favorite toy.

Although to be honest, Batman was eerily boring. That mumbling, stern voice and thoughts that he couldn't even properly show and say. Were you sure he was Bruce Wayne, the son of rich parents?

The Joker clenched his fists. His nostrils flared wide and he drew in a sharp breath. He resisted the urge to grimace. He likes the smell of the hospital. Medical supplies and equipment. Terribly. It's disgusting. Antiseptics for surface treatment, autoclave, hospital food, quartz, and the patients themselves, who apparently rarely wash, also had an unpleasant smell.

The Joker pressed the black plastic doorknob, pushing open the white door and entering a room that was clearly designed for premium guests. He chuckled, licking his painted lips again. Sloppy.

He quickly looked around the room, trying to find something that could be used against him. His quick and deft eye caught only a small silver tray, but he was unlikely to be able to defend himself with it.

The Joker sat down on the brown chair next to Harvey's bed. What beautiful burns the fire had left him, the Joker grinned. It definitely suits him. And how he hadn't done that to himself before. He stifled a small laugh.

"Hi," the Joker drawled, grinding his teeth together and making an unpleasant sound. Harvey, of course, woke up. The man saw the body of the injured patient tremble slightly and suddenly Harvey turns his head, shuddering slightly and trying to stand up.

"You know..." the Joker drawled again, prolonging the intrigue, until suddenly he noticed the terrible look of his interlocutor. Why is he looking so surprised? Oh, yes, the nurse's costume. In general, he liked it.

The Joker, or rather Tom, always liked to dress in women's suits. He felt to the bottom sometimes... more complete, or what? Yes, I suppose so, considering that it was only his mother who took care of Tom at the time.

He pulled back his fake red hair, trying to mess it up even more. Although it would seem that much more? They were already in a very sloppy state.

"...I don't want any hard feelings between us, Harvey, " the Joker curled his lips in disdain, slightly pinching his nose and frowning. "When my angel..." The Joker liked this savage look of Harvey, who was ready to tear anyone up for his favorite girls in the form of Blake and Rachel. But now that neither one, that is, Harvey, nor the other, that is, Bruce, has a favorite, how will they cope now?

How good it was that he had an angel of his own.

"Blake!" said Harvey loudly. The Joker grinned imperceptibly and raised his hands in the air, as if admitting the truth of the other person.

"...my angel was kidnapped ... " the Joker continued, taking great pleasure in Dent's anger. "...I didn't kidnap her. More precisely, I kidnapped her, but not to kill her. I'll do you a huge favor... My angel, or yours, or maybe Bruce's, Blake, is still alive. And I confess from the bottom of my heart, I'm being a gentleman to her," he saw Harvey's displeased face.

What doesn't he like? His niece is alive and well, she is happy to spend time with him, what is the problem?

"By the way, I didn't detonate those bombs," the Joker said quickly, as if trying to get off the subject, raising his hands again and licking his lips. To be honest, it was not pleasant for him to go without his favorite gloves.

It's terrible to look at your scars. They're so awful, Tom thought, suddenly breaking into the Joker's thoughts. Go away, Thomas! You're in the way! And didn't the Joker tell you that it's not exactly the right time to show up? Yes, and that very moment of obsession.

"These are your people. Your plan!" accused Harvey loudly, trying to rebel again, but the Joker only let out a nervous laugh, after which Det immediately stopped moving, froze with his eyes wide open.

"Do I look like someone who has a plan?" the Joker asked in an insistent tone, arching an eyebrow. He chuckled. However, suddenly, his eyes widened and he quickly jumped out of the chair, lowering his shoulders down and taking quick steps towards the door.

Harvey asked when the Joker was already out the door, but still not closing the door. The man just smiled reassuringly.

"My angel will miss you, I know, but I promise I'll beat the crap out of her and she'll be my wife," the Joker said unctuously, watching as Harvey's eyes began to grow larger. He tried to do something again and began to move quickly, trying to free himself and stand up. Suddenly, a door slammed. "Goodbye, Harvey-ee-ee," the Joker sang.

The man began to walk quickly towards the main exit. Now the fun begins. I wonder if the media will like this show? But he didn't want to think about it now. His biggest concern right now was his angel. Oh, how she must have missed him... Hungry and bored for sure. Well, he would help her.

And now we need to kill Harvey Dent.

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kiritella · 5 years

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Fading Lights

Pairings: Father!Bucky x Daughter!Reader

Words: 3.1k-ish

Warnings: A creepy-ish villain, drowning?

Type: angst to fluff

Masterlist

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The pounding in your head radiates down your spine as reality slowly comes into focus and you quickly realize you aren’t at school anymore. The concrete scrapes against your arms as you attempt to move, stinging pain shooting in your wrists as the rope tying them together cuts further into your skin. Your eyes scan the darker room, the sickly yellow artificial light illuminating the damp and completely concrete walls, a large metal door that bursts open, causing a creak in the hinges and a course of fear to spill in your veins as several men walk into the room.

“Finally,” one of them says as he kneels beside you, a hand coming to rest on the side of your face, gently brushing back and forth over your cheekbone, “I was beginning to think maybe my men hit you too hard on the head and killed you.”

His hand travels from your cheek to where blood is clumping your hair together, examining the gash on the side of your head. His eyes flick back across your face, filled with what could only be described as awe, and his voice comes out soft, almost delicate, drawing out each word in a low tone, seemingly controlled in every manner, “They made quite a mess, didn’t they? It’s not really my style, I prefer much cleaner ways of killing, much more painful ways.”

You try and flinch away but don’t get far, “Don’t touch me,” you growl, but your voice is clearly laced with fear, how couldn’t it be? You are sixteen, tied up, and people are talking about killing you. Being the Winter Soldier’s daughter may have toughened you in some ways, but this isn’t something you are prepared for.

The man grins and it’s just a little too wide for his face, “Don’t worry, it’ll be over soon,” he says while stroking the side of your face as you strain to get away from his touch, a wave of fear burying itself in your bones. He slowly stands and the men behind him start forward and pick you up under your arms, “Take her to the chamber and turn on the mics.”

The men start dragging you out and you twist and scream, kicking at everything you can, but nothing comes of it. They take you down a few hallways until they enter another room, this one has a glass box in the back, a single light above it, dimly casting a glow around the prison. You are pushed up the steps and one of them unties your hands and shoves you into the glass room. You take the opportunity and charge the door before they close it, catching one of the men off guard as you tackle him to the floor and land a punch to his jaw.

“You little bitch!” he shrieks as the other guard pulls you off him, holding your arms behind you as you fight to get out of his hold.

“Let me go!” you scream, fighting against him, but you know it is useless. The guy you punched strides forward and lands a fist right in your gut, causing a grunt to leave you and they throw you back into the glass box before they close the door, a slight sealing sound echoing in the space as the men turn and leave the room with a snarl.

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The moment Bucky heard your voice coming over the intercom, his heart stalled, “I swear to god, if you touch her!” he shouts, lunging at the man in front of him only to be yanked back by the chains on his right arm, his left completely limp at his side from the specialized cuff attached to his wrist.

“You’ll what, Mr. Barnes? You are incapable of doing anything to help your little girl,” the man says, recalling his interaction with you not ten minutes ago, “I have to say, she is quite beautiful, such kind eyes, soft skin.” He looks at his hands as the memory of him tracing your face crosses his mind, a distant gaze in his brown eyes.

Bucky growls and pulls against the chains, anger coursing in his blood at the thought of this man laying a finger on you and he isn’t the only one. Natasha strains against the chains clasped on her wrists and ankles, suspending her vertically in the air, standing on her toes, as Clint struggles to get out of his confines. It was a mission gone south, usually, they would be slightly calmer, knowing how they were going to escape, knowing someone was coming for them, but this was different, they have you. The team’s snarky ray of sunshine and all would go to hell before they let anyone lay a hand on you.

“You should all know by now that resisting the chains is useless at this point,” the man says as he turns to leave the room, a placid expression on his pale face, “But there are things finish, so I shall continue, yes? As for your daughter, Mr. Barnes, I do believe I have some work to do.”

The door slams shut as Bucky once again charges after him, the chain straining to hold him back yet secure, “Stay away from her, you son of a—”

“Dad?”

Bucky falters when he hears your voice over the speakers, loud and clear, Natasha and Clint’s eyes widening in shock that you can now hear them, “Y/n?”

“Dad?!” you say and Bucky nearly breaks when he hears your fear-drenched voice.

“I’m here, Baby, I’m here, are-are you okay?”

“Dad, what’s going on? Where are we?”

“I-I don’t know, Baby, but I need you to talk to me, you gotta let me know if you’re okay. Did they hurt you?”

“I-I’m okay, nothin’ a little time can’t heal. Dad, I-I” your voice cracks and Bucky can hear the utter terror in your words.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright, we—We’re gonna get outta here, just hold on, Steve’s coming for us, don’t worry. Just t-tell me about your day, alright? Just keep talkin’ to me,” Bucky says, not really knowing who the support is for at this moment, you or himself. He just needs to know you are okay, to hear you, because his heart aches at the thought of not being able to save you if something were to happen, if someone tried to hurt you, he is stuck in this damn room.

“Okay, um— A-After I left this morning and made it to school…” you continue through your day, adding as many details as you can, periodically checking if Bucky is still there. Talking helps to calm your nerves slightly, so you ended up seated on the floor with your knees curled up to your chest as you go through your day all the way up to the point where you got kidnapped, a small fight until a blow to your head knocked you out. You’re not sure how much time has passed since you first started talking, but you know it must have been a while, and you only halt when a strange but subtle sound breaks the air.

“Sweetheart?” Bucky’s voice calls over the intercom, “Baby, talk to me.”

“I-I’m still here,” you stand up and look around for where the noise is coming from, and look down when something cold hits your feet, the sight chilling you to your bones and sending fear rippling in your heart as a whimper escapes you.

“Hey, what’s happening? What’s going on?” Bucky asks and the panic is clear in his tone, “Y/n, talk to me.”

“E-everything’s fine, just...scared,” you say, refusing to let your voice shake, despite the fact your entire body is starting to tremble as you sink back to the floor, sitting in the water that is slowly starting to rise in your tank.

Bucky sits back against the wall, his eyes squeezing shut, “I know, Baby, but Steve’s comin’, just hold on for me, we’ll get outta here.”

The line goes quiet for a moment, you’ve already tried to break out of the tank, the glass must be some high-level stuff because nothing is working. Bruce said that you have the super-soldier serum running through your veins, but it hasn’t made any presence known in the aspect of powers. He says it will probably occur as you get older or maybe not at all, but for now, it is a waiting game since you are the first kid born with the serum originating in your DNA. So, long story short, it isn’t helping your current situation.

“Dad?”

“I’m here, Sweetheart.”

“Can-can you tell me a story?” you ask through a trembling lip, the water already rising up to your elbows from where you are sitting.

Bucky’s brows furrow at your request, but doesn’t dare question it, “Which one you want to hear?”

“When you met mom?”

Bucky smiles slightly, it’s one of your favorites, especially after your mom died, so he doesn’t hesitate to begin, “Well, I went out for the day, decided to walk around a bit so I left my Harley in a parking garage and just started roaming the city. Must have gotten about half an hour in when, out of nowhere, it starts raining, and this isn’t just ‘look it’s sprinkling’ it was a heavy downpour, the wind picked up and I just started running to the nearest open shop, which just so happened to be a bookstore. I can still hear her laugh from that day, it was so soft and sweet, had me spinning around to see who it was, and damn, I’m pretty sure my heart stopped for a second. She had this tea—” he stops speaking when there is an odd noise coming over the speakers, “Sweetheart, what’s that sound?”

You take a deep breath before responding, now standing as the water rises up to your waist, “There’s nothing over here,” you say, biting back the sob that’s begging to make its way from your chest.

Worry spikes in Bucky’s chest, something doesn’t feel right, “Baby, what’s going on? What’s that noise?”

You squeeze your eyes closed as tears fall and slide down your face, joining the water below, “Nothin’s happening yet, maybe it’s the wires or something?”

Bucky’s gut twists, but he swallows and takes a deep breath before continuing, “When I saw your mom, she had this teasing glint in her eyes and she was absolutely stunning, and then came the embarrassment, because there she was looking so casually beautiful and I was in some plain jeans and a ragged t-shirt, half soaked, hair all a mess and I probably looked like a wet dog, but she just smiled and offered some tea and a seat to wait out the storm…” he continues on his story, making sure to leave nothing out, like how her face lit up when she smiled, or the way her eyes crinkled when she laughed.

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“I still don’t understand why we are doing this,” the guard at the cameras says to the pale man who is in charge of the base, the orchestrator of the events playing out before him, “I thought we were going to kill the Winter Soldier?”

The pale man traces his palm as he watches you through the cameras, the feeling of your face on his skin still vibrant, “Everyone knows,” he says, voice smooth and slow, “If you want to kill a man, you take what is most precious to him, you kill his heart, the one thing he values most in the world. After that, he’ll break, and his soul will die.”

“Yes, Dr. Zaldon,” the guard says quickly, a chill running down his spine.

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Bucky keeps talking, continuing through their first date, and you are biting back every sob, swimming to stay afloat in the tank, the air running out at the top and you break. Memories of you and your dad flashing across your mind and you finally break, “Dad? Daddy?”

Bucky’s mind goes numb and fear dumps in his veins at the pure panic in your voice, “I’m here, Baby, talk to me, what’s wrong?”

“Daddy?” you sob and your voice shakes, “Daddy, I love you.”

Bucky’s fear quickly turns to panic as he jumps to his feet, “What’s going on? What’s that noise?”

You’re sobbing as you strain your neck to catch the disappearing air, “I love you— I-I love you, Daddy.”

Bucky starts yanking the chain, pulling against its base in every way he can, as strong as he can, “What’s going on?” he shouts as he frantically tries to break free, Natasha and Clint mimicking his actions, but Bucky’s heart sinks when all he gets is a garbled response, “Y/n? Baby? Talk to me!”

A loud thunder shakes the room and gunfire sounds before the door burst open to reveal Steve, “You guys alright?” he asks while ramming his shield on the cuff on Bucky’s metal arm, instantly reviving the limb and Bucky snaps the locks on his flesh hand as Steve frees Nat and Clint before they all run out of the room.

“They have y/n,” Bucky shouts as they weave their way around the base, charging every room they see in order to find you.

Steve reads the fear in Bucky’s face and tone quickly and is about to say something when Sam’s panicked voice shouts a little farther down the hall, “I need help in here!”

When they arrive at the room, Bucky’s heart stops, the dread seeping in his bones bursts and the pure panic floods his system as he runs to the other side of the room where Sam is shooting at a tank filled with water, your body suspended in the middle, convulsing at the lack of oxygen, “No—”

Soon Nat is shooting at the tank as well, Steve hitting it with his shield with all his strength, and Bucky pounding his metal fist into the glass, but it isn’t getting them very far. Your body starts convulsing less and Bucky nearly screams, “Stay with me, don’t you leave me.”

The glass starts to break when Tony’s voice sounds out, “Everyone move!”

No one has time to react before his blasters fire above their heads and completely shatters the glass. The water dumps out of the tank shoving everyone back as your body limply flows out and rests on the floor. Bucky scrambles to your side, a smile on his face and a relieved laugh echoing in the room, “Y/n, baby, it’s okay, you’re safe.” His hands smooth back your hair as he waits for your eyes to flutter open, but his heart clenches when they don’t, “Come on, Baby, we’re out, Steve came for us, just like I said. Sweetheart?”

Steve shakes his head, refusing to believe and Sam nearly collapses. Natasha slowly kneels beside Bucky who is now hovering over you, continuously smoothing your hair back, whispering things to you. She presses her fingers to your neck where a pulse is supposed to be, her eyes squeezing shut as tears slip down her cheeks when she doesn’t find one, her voice coming out cracked, “Buck…”

He just shakes his head, “No...No—Y/n come on, Sweetheart,” he says, voice thick with tears as he starts tapping your face lightly, “Wake up, Baby.”

When it doesn’t work, he leans down and tilts your head back, squeezing your nose closed as he breathes air into your lungs, coming back up and starting chest compressions, “Wake up, I’m here, I came, Baby, daddy’s here, just wake up.”

“C’mon, Sweetheart, open those beautiful eyes. Stay with me,” Bucky chokes on a sob as his tears slip and fall on your face, “You have to stay, you can’t leave me, I need you.”

Steve’s tears are already falling and Sam has to lean against the wall for support, Natasha is holding onto Tony’s armor as they all stare at the scene before them. Steve eventually nods to the others and motions to the door and they all follow him out of the room, providing Bucky some privacy as they all allow themselves to cry. The base is taken, everyone’s been captured, so they allow themselves to mourn.

Bucky breathes into your lungs and starts his compressions again, unable to see you through the tears in his eyes, “Wake up, I’m here, daddy’s here, daddy’s here, please wake up, I can’t do this, I need you.”

“Open your eyes…” his sobs break through, your pale face so soft and gentle, relaxed and Bucky can’t breathe, the pain in his chest erupting.

“Baby?”

“Sweetheart?”

“Sugar?”

“Princess?” he pleads as his body gives out and he collapses over you, wrapping you in his arms and pulling you to his chest as he sits up on his knees, “I love you too, Baby, I love you—I love you so much,” he says through his sobs and he pulls your limp body tighter against his chest as the pain becomes too much and a bitter scream pierces the air, echoing down the hall and sending shivers down the other Avenger’s spines.

Bucky buries his face in your neck, keeping you close, muttering “I love you” over and over as he rocked you back and forth. Time seems to slow down and there is nothing but the empty ache in his chest and the feeling of your limp body against his. Your smile flashing across his mind, the way you tilt your head back when you laugh, the slur in your voice when you get tired...Gone...he clings to you as the wrenching sounds spill from his lips. A sprint of something warm tickles his neck, but he doesn’t move until your body convulses in his arms. His head shoots up and your body heaves forward and sideways as water spews from your mouth and you start coughing, gasping for air.

Bucky sobs as you move in his arms as you catch your breath, relief flooding through his veins, rolling back into him with half-lidded eyes, “Y/n?”

“Dad?”

He doesn’t even try to hide his tears as he pulls you tight against him, crying into your neck, “I’m here—Daddy’s here.”

You don’t have the energy to even move, if you did, you’d wrap your arms around him and cry with him, relief washing over you, “Dad?”

Bucky lifts his head and uses one had to smooth your hair out of your face and he presses a kiss on your forehead, then to your temple and your cheek, burying his face back in your neck and feels the way your chest rises and falls as you breathe, “I’m here, you’re safe, I’ve got you.”

You summon your strength and lift an arm up to his head and gently pull him back, his eyes are red and puffy, his lower lip shaking and eyes raking over your face over and over, “I’m right here, I’m okay, it’s okay,” you say softly as you wipe a stray tear falling from his eyes and you can feel him tremble under your fingers.

“I love you,” he says and his voice comes out thick and shaky as he presses a kiss on your forehead, “I love you so much.”

Tears well up in your eyes again and your voice cracks, “I love you too.”

Bucky holds you close and wraps an arm under your legs as he begins to stand, lifting you with him. You bury your head against his chest and neck and you shift your arm around his shoulder as he carefully leads you out of the room, “Let’s get you home.”

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evanstanwrites · 4 years

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Run part 3

Mob! Bucky x Reader

warning: violence, cheating (not Bucky or reader), fluff, SMUT +18 only

a/n: thanks to my wonerfull co-writer: @pawfect-melody

a/n: this is my entry for @marvelgirl7 her 500 followers celebration, congrats again hun

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part 1 part 2

Weeks after the day Bucky and Steve saved Y/n her body was still covered in dark bruises. After their shower Bucky called dr. Banner to check her out, his verdict: a concussion and 2 broken ribs. So in those 2 weeks Bucky made sure she didn't need to leave their bed and played nurse, he made sure she took her meds, helped her shower, fed her,... Bucky finally took a break from work and didn't set one foot inside his office, leaving everything for Steve to handle. Steve understood and was more than eager to take over for a while but not before Bucky took the last step for his revenge plan, he had to take care of y/n's father.

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It was early in the morning when Bucky's alarm sounded through the room making him groan out and pull the warm body cuddled against him closer. Not much later the alarm sounded a second time.

“Buck, turn it off or get up.” y/n muttered from her place against his chest. Bucky groaned again but reached over to the bedside table, shut the alarm off and cuddled back against her. Just when he was about to fall back asleep there was a pounding on the door of their bedroom. Y/n tenses in his arms at the sound, even after a month of being back home there were things that still trigger her, which he completely understands but it never stops breaking his heart.

“Bucky! Get up, we need to go man, we got work to do!” Steve's voice sounds through the door after he stops pounding it.

Bucky places soft kisses on the top of her head as he makes no move to get out of bed. “Buck, get up and go to work, i'll be fine.” y/n chuckles

“But i'm comfy.” he whines

“c’mon Buck, do it at least so Steve won't start banging on that door again.”

“Okay honey, I won't take too long.” he says as he gives her a quick but sweet kiss, yells to Steve he'll be out in a few and gets out of bed to get ready. Once he gets out of the bathroom he sees that his girl is fast asleep again so he pulls the covers over her shoulders, places a kiss on her forehead and he's out of the door with Steve heading for y/n’s father’s office.

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It's still early but he knows that the only person that would be there is your father, his employees would normally start to come in about an hour or 2 after him.

So once they reach his office they don't bother to knock and just walk through the door. shocked y/f/n looks up from the woman who was on her knees in front of him sucking his cock.

"Well well well, what do we have here? Your wife isn't good enough anymore ?" Bucky chuckled darkly as he walks deeper into the office.

"What the hell are you doing here? And leave my wife out of this!" Y/f/n growls back making the woman on her knees snap her head up in disgust. "You have a wife?" She asks before standing up and running out of the office.

"That's one thing taken care of." Bucky says as he sits down on the couch against the wall and makes himself comfortable by laying his feet on the small coffee table. Y/f/n quickly pulls his pants back up and demands again why the two are there.

"Well can't your future son in law not visit his fiance's father ?"

"You were my future son in law James. Y/n is dead, there will be no wedding anymore." He says in fake mourn.

Bucky pulls his phone out of his pocket and starts playing with it as he gets up and walks to the desk.

"Well that's where you're wrong, there will be a wedding. Y/n is alive, safe and sound where she belongs, home with me." Bucky tells him as he places his phone under his nose, the screen lit up with a picture he took yesterday of him and y/n cuddling on the couch.

Y/f/n starts to stutter as he picks up the phone to have a closer look.

"This can't be real,.... ,she's dead. The cops told me she was dead."

"Oh cut the crap man, you really think I wouldn't find out? That y/n wouldn't find out that her own father had her kidnapped and then sold to Stark all because you didn't want me to marry her? Why? I made your daughter happy, gave her everything she wanted, loved her more than anything. And I still do. My only goal is to treat her like the goddess she is." Bucky growls at him as he walks around the desk and stops behind his chair.

"You know what? Don't answer that question,I don't want to know. I'm only here for revenge, nobody hurts my girl, not even her own father. I should kill you right now." He whispers in his ear while pointing the gun he took from his holster to his head.

Y/f/n froze, afraid to even make a sound.

"But how would I explain that to y/n? No I have something better in mind." Bucky growls and looks to Steve who is still leaning against the wall next to the door.

"Steve, the paperwork."

Steve walks to the desk and places a folder in front of them.

"Let me explain these." Bucky starts as he opens the folder. "These are transfer papers transferring your whole company and possessions to y/n, all it now needs is your signature." Bucky tells him as he holds out a pen to him.

"Why would I sign these? Y/n never wanted this company, are you really taking everything I have for a silly stupid girl that…." Before he could finish his sentence Bucky had already hit him right in the face with the handle of his gun, splatters of blood from his nose falling all over his shirt.

"Don't you dare finish that. Y/n changed a lot because of your actions, she gets to decide what she does with this company.Now sign or i'll make the rest of your life even more of a living hell." Bucky spits at him.

With shaking hands y/f/n picked up the pen and signed the papers.

"Good, now leave my fiance's office before I change my mind and kill you."

In silence he got up from the chair and walked to the door but just before he could walk out Bucky threw one last warning at him.

"Don't you dare come here or near y/n ever again, I won't hesitate to kill you."

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Later that night when Bucky came home he found y/n already in bed watching one of her favourite tv shows.

“Hey beautiful, how was your day?” Bucky asks her as he walks over to the bed, gives her a sweet kiss in greeting and starts to undress from his black suit and puts on some sweatpants leaving him shirtless. the papers he brought home with him placed onto the nightstand.

“Hey handsome.” she smiles “It was good, I had a walk in the garden and had lunch with Natasha. bucky I know that Bruce said that I had to rest as much as I can but I’m sick of resting, I need to do something, maybe even find a job. you know I don't want to be a housewife.” y/n rambled making Bucky chuckle

“ don’t worry doll, I know and I have a solution for your little problem.” he says as he climbs in bed next to her and picks the papers from the nightstand and hands them to her.

“Steve and I visited your father today.”

Y/n tenses at the mention of him name.

“did you kill him?” she asks but already knew the answer

“No doll, i wanted to but I didn’t. I made him sign these papers for you.” he explains as he points to the papers in her hands.

“ transfer papers?” she gasped “you’re giving me his company?”

“well technically he is but yes, everything he owns is now yours doll. you can do with it whatever you want.”

“so if i wanted to give most of it to someone else that would be okay?”

“of course doll, it’s yours, you can do with it whatever you want.”

“well James do you want to take over the company? I'll give you a personal assistant with it.”

“you sure you want to do that?”

“yes, I know nothing of running a company”

“well is it a hot PA?”

y/n laughed and playfully slapped his chest.

“It’s me.”

Bucky snatched the papers out of her hands throwing them to the floor and crawled over her placing soft kisses all over her cheek and neck.

“even better, the hottest and best PA I could ever wish for.” he said between kisses that grew hotter

“oh Bucky” Y/n sighed as she threw her head back to give him more access to the sweet spot behind her ear. Bucky latched on to it making her moan out in pleasure, hands start to roam her body till they find their place on her breasts.

“tell me to stop at any moment doll and I will.”

“please don’t, don’t stop Bucky” she moans before pulling him from his spot in her neck and kisses him. the kiss starts out sweet and slow but soon she feels his tongue slipping between her lips and the kiss turns into deep and full of hunger. he’s devouring her. y/n’s hands roam all over his broad form trying to feel all of him, she needs to feel him close to her, to reconnect body and soul. her hands stop when she feels the multiple scars that cover his body and suddenly she knows how much she missed in his life. how much he had needed her and she wasn’t there, not even knowing if she was still alive. all those times she had needed him, hoping he was still looking for her. but now she was here back where she belonged, back in his arms.

Bucky pulled back once Y/n let’s out a soft sob.

“Doll, i’m so sorry, did I hurt you? what’s wrong?” he asked softly wiping the tears away.

“I just missed you so much, I wasn’t there when you needed me. how can you still want me.”

“No doll don’t say that, you were always with me.” he says as he lifts her hand and lays it over his heart.

“I always carried you in my heart with the hope that I would find you again, you’re it for me, always were and always will be. I would run miles just to see you smile, to keep you safe. don’t you see my love? I love you more than anything, you're my home.” he smiled at her as he dried her tears. “ I love you” he whispered against her lips.

“I love you too.” she whispered back before he kissed her again with all the love he had for her as his hand slipped down under the shirt y/n was wearing,his shirt, and started to massage the soft skin under her breast making her suck in air between heavy kisses.

“please Bucky” y/n moaned once he broke the kiss and kissed his way over her jaw down to her neck where he latched back on that special spot behind her ear, knowing very well he would leave a purple bruise.

“please what doll? tell me what you want.”

“You, I need you, please Bucky”

“I got you doll, don’t worry, i’ll take good care of you.” he breathed in her ear as he placed himself between her legs and ran both hands up and down her ribs.

“let’s take this off okay doll” he more asked then stated but y/n didn’t respond with words, before he could move to take off her shirt she had already pulled it over her head making him chuckle at her eagerness. but as soon as her shirt hits the ground she jumps him like a lioness making him fall back with her on top of him.

“you’re taking too long my wolf.” she smirks as she pulls his sweats and boxers down. Bucky just smiles back at her and kicks the garments out of their way, leaving him completely naked under her.

“well now you got me, what are you gonna do with me?” he smirked

“just wait and see my love.”

she straddles one of his thick thighs after she removed her panties and lowers herself so her clit touches his skin making him moan out at the feeling of how wet she already is.

“God, you’re already dripping for me. You gonna fuck yourself on my thigh? Oh my dirty girl, make yourself cum.” he growls as he grabs her hips and starts to move them over him causing shock waves of pleasure to go through her whole body.

“oh god Bucky!” she moaned at the feeling

“Yeah doll moan my name. fuck you look so good right now.”

y/n moaned out again as she ran her palm over his cock that laid hard against his stomach.

when she reached his tip she wrapped her hand around him and started to stroke him at the same rhythm of her hips.

“fuck doll that feels good, always so good to me.” he groans out.

after a few strokes of both her hands and hips she felt him twitch in her hand, he’s close.

“you’re not cumming like this my love, don’t want this to be over yet.”

bucky chuckled “me neither doll, me neither.” he said as he lifts her from his thigh leaving a wet spot.

“I want you to fuck me doll, my cock missed that pussy of yours.” he growled as he makes her straddle his hips and holds his cock at her entrance so she could easily sink down on him, which she did.

“Fuck, Bucky!” she moans out at the feeling of his cock stretching her out.

once her hip meets his she stills on top of him.

“please doll, move, I need you to move.” bucky almost begged

“I need a minute, i haven’t had sex since the morning of graduation. I feel like a virgin again.” she chuckled

“I'm so sorry doll, you can have as long as you need.” he says lovingly as he pulls her down by her neck till their chest to chest and kisses her sweetly and full of passion.

somewhere during their make out session they both fall to their sides with him still buried deep inside her making them both giggle.

when y/n pulls back to catch her breath she strokes some hair out of his face and softly whispers: “Make love to me James, my wolf.”

“I always will doll, I love you so much y/n” he said when he slowly pulls out before pushing back in setting a steady pace.

“god I love you too” she moans as he hits her spot that makes her see stars and soon she begs him to go harder.

“harder Bucky, fuck me harder.”

and Bucky complies, how could he ever deny the woman he loved?

he never would.

you could call him a sap or a love sick puppy but his doll was his world, his queen and he would do everything to make her the happiest she’s ever been.

she runs his world.

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imagine-a-fangirl · 5 years

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One shot: Hi little man

Endgame spoiler below the cut

furiousdaydreaming requested: Hey! I saw your post about requests and I wanted to know if it was possible for me to request something with the reader having a baby with Bucky but he didn’t knew that she was expecting because it all happened while IW so whe he comes bajan from the snap meet his kid for the first time, and is all fluffy and stuff

A/N: Since I wanted this one to be all happy I couldn’t let Tony die okay, so I saved him. Wordcount: 1366

Five years, it had been five years since the snap. Five years since half of all living creatures had disappeared, five years you lost the man you loved, five years since you found out you were pregnant and knew the child would never meet their father. You and the others had tried to get them back, but Thanos had made that impossible by destroying the stones. For years you had worked with the avengers, Nick Fury had personally approached you to join the avengers initiative. You never found out how he knew about you, you barely ever used your powers of controlling the elements after escaping from your creators. But you joined them and they became your family, a family had still been recovering from Berlin. You remained in contact with the others, helped them when they needed you but you didn’t go on any missions. They understood that you gave up your superhero life once you found out you were pregnant and they absolutely adored your son. They treated him like he was their own and Steve and Tony became father figures for him. Tony had quit with the avenger as well, of course not for the exact same reasons but you both put you children on the first place once you had them. Your children often had playdates and became each others best friends, while you functioned as a communicator between Tony and the others. It was Tony who suddenly showed up at your doorstep in the middle of the night “I figured it out…” You knew instantly what he meant, both of you knew you had to try. You owed it to everyone who lost some, you owed it to your son who’s eyes were just like his fathers. Even if there was only a small chance to save them you needed to try. When you got the gauntlet there was a big discussion who should snap it, you reasoned that you would be the best shot. Your DNA was changed by using of one of the stones, so would it really harm you. The others disagreed, not wanting you to risk your life because of your son. So Bruce took on the job, and it seemed to have worked. When Clint got a call from Laura you wanted to find them, but everything happened so fast. Before you knew it you heard the same voice in your ear as Steve did “On you left.” It was followed by portals opening from every angle, people stepping out. All of the sudden you had a complete army to fight Thanos. But you were distracted by one man stepping through the portals. “Bucky?” When you knew it was really him you took a sprint “Bucky!” You flew him around his neck barely believing he was actually there. “I can’t believe It, you’re alive.” You held his face between your hands before pressing a kiss against his lips. “I couldn’t leave my best girl behind.” He told you, a big grin on his face before pulling you in the tightest hug. “Not that I want to interrupt this moment, but we still have a battle to fight.” Tony called inside your ear. “You’re right.” You got yourself together again. Bucky loaded his gun and you lifted yourself in the air with the new suit Tony had made., both of your ready to fight side by side. “Avengers Assemble!” Steve called

The fight was intense, but this time you all worked as a team. Thanos almost managed to snap his fingers once more. You teamed up with Tony making sure the stones were in your hands not his anymore. It only took you a split second to decide what you needed to do with the stones. “Y/n no!” You heard Tony yell, you knew that if you didn’t do it he would have done it. The energy that came free from the stones hurt, it burned like you never felt anything burn. But you were able to snap your fingers, making them disappear. Once you did you fell to the ground, Bucky quickly pulled the gauntlet from your hand, Tony froze your arm. “Are you insane!” Bucky yelled at you “You could have killed yourself.” “I’m fine.” And under the circumstances you were fine. You couldn’t feel anything in your right arm anymore, but you were alive and you were going to survive. “Your arm.” Tony said “Better than your dead body.” You tried to force a smile, the others had gathered around you as well. “You haven’t changed a bit, have you.” Bucky had his arms around you, not thinking of letting you go. “You have no idea.” You shook your head making eye contact with Tony. “What?” Bucky tried to figure out what it meant but the poor guy had no idea. “You can talk later, first we need to get you out of here.” Steve interrupted. The unharmed avengers went to Tony’s cabin, and Tony told you he would send someone to get you there as well. The wounded had been brought to a secret former s.h.i.e.l.d. facility that was still working. Your arm was taken care of, and even though they used top of the line technology it was unsure if it would recover. Bucky didn’t leave your side for a second, he refused a check-up even after your urged him to do it. “I’ve missed you so much.” He held your good hand “I’m not leaving your side for even a second.” “You didn’t think I would let you leave, did you.” It didn’t take to long for you to be released by the medics and the two of you made your way to the car Tony had send. Bucky still holding on to your good hand. During the car ride his soft smile turned a little more serious when he remembered what you said on the battle field. “ Y/n, what did you mean when you said I had no idea about you changing?” “There is something I need to tell you, but you have to promise me not to freak out.” You said a bit unsure. “Is something wrong? Are you sick?” His eyes filled themselves with concern “No, no I’m fine. Really.” You assured him “It’s just..” “You can tell me everything, you know that right?” “I know.” You leaned against him for a moment before continuing to speak. “Bucky not long after you disappeared I found out I was pregnant.” “Pregnant? As in you had a baby?” He questioned “Yes Buck, as in I had a baby.” The thoughts of your son were enough to make you smile for ear to ear. He was a little hesitant but asked the question any way “Is it mine?” “Of course it is yours. Bucky what I’m trying to say is that you are a Dad of a beautiful son.” When the car arrived you saw him waiting for you, sitting on the porch together with Morgan, Steve and Tony. The moment he saw you stepping out of the car he called for you “Mommy!” The little boy didn’t know how fast he had to run to you. You quickly kneeled down and opened your good arm to hold him as tight as you could. His little arms wrapped around your neck, he already started talking about the games he played. It eased your mind that he had no clue what happened. He did question the mitella when he had let go of you, but accepted it when you told him you fell. You almost forgot Bucky was standing behind you, but your son reminded you when he looked Bucky with some sort of recognition in his eyes. You signed for Bucky to kneel down as well. “Bucky meet your son, James.” A grin appeared on his face and you could see the tears burning behind his eyes. “Hi little man, nice to finally meet you.” “Dad? James asked him Bucky only needed to nod and he already had wrapped his tiny arms around him. Seeing the sight of your son finally in his fathers arms made you shed a few tears, quickly joining your two favourite man in their hug.

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runnfromtheak · 4 years

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fanfic author’s tagging game (yay!)

Thank ya darling for tagging me!!!! @boyblunder-thedarkheir!!!!!

AO3 Name(s): LostandLonelyBirds aka RUNNFROMTHEAK

Fandom(s): Primarily Batfamily (so, Dick Grayson) and Young Justice (along with DCU obviously, but I also dabble into Miralculous Ladybug, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Harry Potter, and MCU (none of which I will ever seriously write for? Idk man).

Number of fics: 22 I will admit to (how do you have so many, my dear @boyblunder-thedarkheir? What is your secret?)

1. Fic you spent the most time on: Are we talking writing or thinking about writing, cause those are two very different answers. I spent the most time writing this bitch of a fic I’m working on right now, and the most time thinking about the two latest installments of my main series, Death is But An Illusion (aka How Could He and How Could It Be). I agonize over every goddamn detail with Dick’s anger, Jason’s Jason-ness, and every person’s every move and word. I am a mess, and I’m going to be murdered if I don’t update them soon. I am not sorry about that XD

2. Fic you spent the least time on: You Came Behind Me Secretly and Shattered Every Piece of Me (There's Blood On My Hands) aka my pick-your-own-canon clusterfuck of Dark!Dick Grayson and Dick Grayson being traumatized and tortured with no comfort (Some of them are so fucked up I question my own mind). I take less than an hour to write 80% of them, cause they’re short, and they very rarely take any time to plan. Fun and easy!

3. Longest Fic: At present, he had a chest full of heart and a body full of scars (pain became the only way that he could ever learn) is my longest, but the fic I’ve been hinting at on my other tumblr, @lostandlonelybirds is easily double the length (why do I do this to myself? Why am I like this?) the long boi (named one, not the one I won’t shut up about) is easily my best fic at the moment, and I’m so excited to write a sequel whenever I get the chance.

4. Shortest Fic: With Bated Breath and Pain You See (We're Nothing More Than Memories) technically, I have one shorter than that, but it’s a collab that wasn’t my original idea so I’m not counting it :)

5. Most Hits: You Came Behind Me Secretly and Shattered Every Piece of Me (There's Blood On My Hands) why do you people like this trash-fire so much? I don’t understand

6. Most Kudos: How Could He which does not surprise me.

7. Most Comment Threads: Technically, How Could He followed by the trash-fire AU title thing I’m too lazy to type again, but I’m gonna love on this one: Just Close Your Eyes (No One Can Hurt You Now) because it’s my baby, and it deserves it okay?

8. Fave Fic You Wrote: Ooo we are doing a top five.

5. How Could It Be (Jason is precious and sad and Dick is oblivious, and I love one-sided pining wayyyy too much)

4. How Could He (I put my life force into this stupid fic, so ofc it’s here)

3. I'm Scared to Live But I'm Scared to Die (I'm Numb Inside) (the suicidal boy, major trigger warning)

2. I See Things That Nobody Else Sees (And It's Slowly Killing Me) (the only fic I’ve ever written from Cass’s perspective, and definitely one of the creepiest and most fucked up. Bruce does not look good here)

1. he had a chest full of heart and a body full of scars (pain became the only way that he could ever learn) (so ummm Bruce doesn’t look good here either? RHATO #25 if DC wasn’t cowardly and let Dick react how he actually would, aka fuck Batman is the new motto)

9. Rewrites?: Fuck. All my older ones? Everything? Who knows.

10. Share a bit of your WIP or share a story idea that you’re planning:

Let’s do two. I’m nice.

First comes from How Could It Be:

“You loved him,” Donna says, ignoring his barb. “You loved him, and no one’s seen you or heard from you and I’m concerned, damnit.”

She punches his shoulder roughly, and he’s reminded of her strength, no matter how small she seems in her dead best friend’s sweater.

“I’m fine. Peachy-keen. Couldn’t be fuckin’ better. Honestly, you should be more concerned with Replacement, don’t think he’s slept in—”

“Jason.” Her voice is firm, even as her eyes swim with tears and she holds her arms tight to herself, breathing in the well-loved item’s scent. Jason wonders when Dick wore it last, if Donna had taken it from his abandoned Gotham Penthouse or his Chicago Apartment. He wonders if he’d left it draped over the couch, like the natural disaster he was, or if it had been folded neatly in a drawer.

For someone who prides himself on not being sentimental, Jason suddenly wishes he had something of Dick’s too.

“I’m here because I care, and because if Dick was here, he’d be doing the same thing I am.”

“But he ain’t here,” Jason snaps, “Is he?”

Donna’s head falls, and he feels like a giant jerk. He just… reacts poorly to that name, hasn’t heard it spoken since the transmission and subsequent funeral, since the guy he’d had the hots for since wearing the scaly panties had his mask ripped away and his life taken in front of Bruce’s eyes (who, to absolutely no one’s surprise, failed to save his son).

In the aftermath, no one said Dick Grayson’s name, always Nightwing, or some inane nickname the superhero community had for him. Last time he said it was to Damian, a failed attempt at comfort. But even Jason’s form of mutual grieving had been better than any of Bruce’s shit ideas. Bastard immortalized the ripped costume from his own son’s corpse (not that it had been the first time) and hadn’t even had the decency to give it a plaque (No ‘Good Soldier’ or ‘Good Son’, just a bare glass case with a bloody suit). Which… was weird. Jason was far from B’s best friend, but even he noticed something seemed strange, off, just not quite right. Like the funeral he didn’t speak at, like the breakdown none of them had witnessed beyond a one-off rage fit

“B, what the fuck happened down here?”

The Batcave was a disaster, dents glaringly obvious in several vehicles and a large spiderweb crack across the Batcomputer. Bruce closes the screen down, but Jason manages to catch a spiraling eye.

“Nothing, just…”

Bruce looks at the spare Nightwing costume none of them had taken down yet, still clean and ready for use (too bad its owner died and would never wear it again).

“Dick?” Jason questions, and the way Bruce’s eyes snap to his face is almost suspicious, almost enough to arouse concern.

“Yes. I—”

Jason sits next to Bruce on the desk, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I miss him too, Old Man. Don’t mean you need to be an ass about it.”

A memorial next to Jason’s own, but Dickhead’s is empty and broken from Damian’s fists and grief, and Jason’s is just gone. No one told him why, it was just gone.

Kind of like Dick.

He wonders if Bruce would have told him if the video hadn’t been broadcast, if he would’ve told anyone. B did love his fuckin’ secrets.

“No,” she whispers, and he can hear the tears in her voice, can feel her grief as keenly as his own. It’s palpable, tangible, “He’s dead, and I’m alive, and I don’t know how to handle it.”

And then, to Jason’s mounting horror, she starts crying openly.

…..

Second comes from my one I’m working on rn with Stray!Dick called I See Sunset In Your Eyes (I Hate This Part Right Here)

“Come on,” Wally says with a pout, dragging an overly amused Jason and Dick with him through the karaoke bar doors. “Donna and Roy are waiting for us, and Dick had to take forever to primp.”

Dick shrugs with a grin.

“Beauty takes time, time I can tell you did not take.”

Jason snorts, and Wally glares at him.

“At least I don’t take five hours to finish getting ready.”

“At least I can last longer than five minutes.”

“Ouch!” Roy butts in, throwing an arm around Jason and Dick’s shoulders. “Claws are out tonight!”

“Speaking from experience?” Jason asks, eyebrow raised.

Dick smirks without comment, sauntering past the group towards the table Donna’s lounging at.

“Hey gorgeous twin of mine,” He greets with a kiss to her eyes. She smirks, rolling her eyes at him.

“You’re just stroking your own ego with the twin tacked on, Wonder Boy.”

Dick bumps his shoulder against hers.

“Can’t I stroke both our egos?”

“You can stroke mine,” Wally mutters, turning red when Stray winks at his phrasing. Jason and Roy both facepalm, groaning. “Not what I meant guys!”

“Why Kid Idiot,” Dick replies, hand on his heart, “I had no idea you could be so forward~!”

Wally glares, waving over the waitress.

“Round of shots, on this dick,” he jerks his thumb at Stray, offering up his fake ID. She doesn’t bother checking it, probably because this is Gotham, and they were all in uniform. “Whisky, please.”

“Trying to get me drunk?” Jason jokes. It is, after all, his first big outing with the Titans for non-mission reasons. Stray had practically dragged him out of the Manor with a wink at Alfred and a middle finger for Bruce, saying that Jason needed to have fun outside of books.

Jason knows better than arguing with Dick Grayson-Kyle when he wants something, Stray trained him well.

“Of course, Batboy,” Roy replies, “It’s not a Titans outing if Stray is fully dressed and everyone’s sober.”

Dick shrugs.

“You’ll have to get some real liquor in me if you want me to do anything like last time.”

“Last time?” Jason asks, looking to Donna for an answer. Dick snorts. You get near naked one time…

“Boy Blunder ended up in just his boxers in a dancing cage drunk of his ass. Everyone thought he was one of the strippers, and he made, what, three-hundred dollars in bills?”

“Five-hundred,” Dick replies proudly, offering the waitress a twenty as she came back with their drinks. “Keep the change, darlin’!” He adds with a wink.

She flushes, making Jason frown.

Stray, of course, notices this and elbows Jason.

“Don’t get jealous, Blue Jay, it’s not becoming.”

Jason does not blush. He doesn’t, and that’s the hill he will die on.

“I’m not. On an unrelated note, pass me a shot.”

Jason is the master of changing the subject, Stray thinks sarcastically, passing him a shot and downing one of his own.

“Five bucks says alley cat blacks out,” Roy says smugly as Dick makes a face, the way he always did with heavier liquors. He glares at the redhead, who shrugs unapologetically.

Donna eyes them both speculatively, taking a sip of her own drink.

“Twenty says he gives a lap dance before he blacks out.”

Roy snorts.

“I’ll take it,” and to Dick, “Don’t do it, for me.”

Dick bats his eyes innocently.

“Lil’ old me? I would never do something so…” He trails a finger down Roy’s chest, making him swallow roughly. “Scandalous.”

Donna grins victoriously as Roy groans, trying and failing to hide his excitement.

“I hate you. I hate you both.”

Tagging whoever sees this, I suppose?

#dcu #dick grayson #my writing #stray!dick

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underoosweb · 5 years

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Salvation Ch.7

WARNING: ANGST, FLUFF

5.6k words

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PAIRING: Tony Stark x Stark!reader, Pepper x Stark!reader, Morgan x reader, Peter Parker x Stark!reader (eventually)

Everybody tried to move on with their lives. Peter went back to school, Clint went back to his family, T'challa went back to Wakanda. Everyone was broken but they tried their best.

“Hey Pepper.”

“Hi, Sweetie.”

“Can’t sleep?”

“No, you?” Y/N sighed

“Nope. How’s Morgan?” She asked while sitting on the couch across from Pepper.

“She’s doing good, I don’t think she fully understands yet but in time she will.” Y/N nodded

“How are you doing?”

“Me? Well you know, feeling weird. Everyone who survived aged 5 years and the rest of us are the same age.”

“How are you doing with Morgan?”

“I’m shocked she even knew about me. She really is a good kid. It feels weird though being called a big sister.” Pepper laughed

“Of course she knows about you. Your dad used to tell her stories about you. Morgan always wanted to meet her big sister. Turned out he was right, he was always right. ”

“Yeah, that sounds like dad.” Y/N smiled

“I miss him, Pepper…”

“I miss him too..”

“The funerals tomorrow right?” Pepper nodded

“Is…is it ok if I sleep with you tonight?” Pepper smiled, she was suddenly reminded of the small 6-year-old girl who would never leave her side or her stuffed aliens. Y/N was holding Stitch again, it was as if it were her comfort blanket.

“Sure, come on.”

Y/N woke up to the sun shining on her face and birds chirping, she groaned completely annoyed. She heard a little giggle. Y/N opened up one eye to see Morgan staring at her.

“Good morning Y/N.”

“Morning Morgan” Y/N muffled out

“Mama said to come and wake you. She said guests are coming in 2 hours.” Y/N sighed

“Thank you, Morgan.” The girl nodded and made her way back to her mom. Y/N stood and made her way towards the bathroom, she didn’t bother to look at the reflection she already knew what she looked like. She jumped into the shower and just stood there until the water turned cold. She shivered, wrapping the towel around her body, she entered her bedroom and changed. She changed into a red and gold dress. She combed her hair, grabbed her Stitch and made her way downstairs. Everyone was in black, where she grew up people always wore colors to funerals never black. It was a way to celebrate their lives, Pepper turned towards Y/N and smiled.

“I made breakfast, eat something.”

“Thank you, Pepper.”

“Y/N why do you call mama Pepper?”

“That’s her name, Morgan.” Y/N said while munching on a pancake

“Do I call mama Pepper too?”

“Nope, you call her mama.” Morgan’s eyebrows furrowed

“I have a different mama, so I call your mama by her name.”

“A different mama?”

“Yes.”

“How come she doesn’t live with us?”

“She went to a faraway place when I was your age.”

Morgan nodded seeming to understand. Y/N snuggled her Stitch tighter against her. Happy made his entrance.

“Little Stark.” Y/N smiled and hugged Happy

“I don’t think I’m the little stark anymore Happy.”

“Hey to me you’ll always be little Stark.” Y/N smiled

“Hey, squirt.” Morgan smiled and ran to Happy

“Uncle Happy.” Happy picked her up and took Morgan to the couch. Y/N sat back down on the stool, munching away on her pancake, she heard the door open once again, only this time it was Peter. Y/N hadn’t seen Peter since that day and god did she miss him. Peter stood there and stared at Y/N, she looked beautiful as always, to Peter she always looked beautiful, in a simple red and gold dress, her hair combed back, her e/c eyes twinkle. His heart began to race, Y/N could feel her heart racing.

“Hey…”

“Hey…” The two just stared at each other not knowing what to do. Y/N stood from the stool and Peter moved, he never moved so fast. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she wrapped hers around his neck. Peter could feel the hot tears wet his shirt but he didn’t care. She used his favorite perfume, she always smelled like f/s.

“I missed you.” He heard her say

“I missed you too.” Peter slightly stood on his tippy toes and kissed the top of her head. Y/N pulled away from Peter and gave him a small smile.

“Y/N it’s time.” She looked at Pepper and back at Peter. Peter gave her hands a squeeze and started to make his way back to the yard

“Actually Peter, stay.”

Peter looked at Pepper

“Are you sure?” Pepper nodded

Y/N grabbed his hand, Stitch in the other and they sat next to each other on the couch, Rhodey stood behind the couch and Happy sat on the other side of Peter. Morgan wrapped her arm around her older sister’s arm. Y/N smiled at her and Pepper turned the iron helmet on, Pepper sat next to her youngest and a hologram of Tony appeared.

“Everybody wants a happy ending, right? But it doesn’t always roll that way. Maybe this time. I’m hoping that if you play this back, it’s in celebration. I hope families are reunited, I’m hoping we get it back and something like a normal version that the planet has been restored, if there ever was such a thing. God what a world. Universe now. If you told me 10 years ago that we weren’t alone, let alone, you know to this extent. I mean I-I wouldn’t have been surprised but come on. You know the epic forces of darkness and light that have come into play and for better or worse that’s the reality that Morgan and Y/N are going to have to find a way to grow up in. So I thought I better recited a little greeting in case of an untimely death on my part. I mean not that death at any time isn’t untimely. This time travel thing that we’re trying to pull off tomorrow, it’s got me scratching my head at the survivability of it all, that’s the thing. Then again that’s the hero game, part of the journey is the end. What am I even tripping for? Everything is going to work out exactly the way it’s supposed to. Hey bug,”

Y/N looked into the eyes of her dad.

“I really do hope this works, after I found out what happened to you, I couldn't… I couldn’t go on. I felt, no, I did, I broke my promise to you, that I wouldn’t let you get hurt and I failed, you’re gone. God I miss your smile, it reminds me so much of your mother, I never really told you much about us, I was young and in love, but… I got scared and ran away from her. Her nickname was sunshine because her smile could light up a whole room, it lit up my world at one time,”

Y/N let the tears fall and she smiled.

“I wanted to call you that but I feel like someone else is meant to call you that.” Tony chuckled and looked to his side right where Peter was sitting. Peter blushed and Y/N looked at her dad confused. Everyone in that room knew the two liked each other but they chose not to interfere.

“When you came into my life, I’ll admit I wasn’t happy, I got used to my lifestyle that I thought a kid was going to ruin it, but you…you are one of my greatest gifts. I love you. Forever and always.” Tony and Y/N smiled.

“Hey, kid. I know you’re going to be here too. I want to tell you things but in private, so if I see you remember what I said to you. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you as well. You are like a son to me, I’ll get you back. I promise. Kid, I love you.” Peter choked back a sob and looked down at his and Y/N’s intertwined hands.

“Morgan, you are one of my greatest gifts, I’m sorry I won’t be there to see you grow. But you have your mother, hopefully, your big sister and a brother. Be good and listen to them, go to bed on time or else mama will sell all your toys. I love you 3000.”

“Hey, Mrs. Stark. Remember when I drift off, I’ll dream of you. It’s always you.”

Tony smiled one last time and then the hologram turned off. Everyone choked back a sob, Pepper stood to grab the roses off the table, Happy and Rhodey followed. Peter, Y/N, and Morgan stood after, their hands still intertwined and Morgan held onto her sister’s waist. Y/N looked down at her, she turned and set Stitch down onto the couch and grabbed Morgan’s hand. The group went outside, everyone was there. The guardians, Bucky, Steve, Sam, T'challa, Thor, May, Harley, Wanda, Clint and his family, Bruce, Dr.Strange, Carol, Wong, Nick appeared last. Peter, Y/N, and Morgan stood next to May, she wrapped her arm around her nephew’s shoulders. Pepper set the roses down at the lake with Tony’s life force. Proof that Tony Stark has a heart. Mostly everyone left after a couple of hours, Peter sat next to Y/N on the front porch steps while Morgan went and sat next to Happy

“Hey, you hungry?” Morgan nodded

“What would you like?”

“Cheeseburgers.”

“You know your dad liked cheeseburgers..I’ll get you all the cheeseburgers.” Y/N smiled at Happy, she turned her attention back to Steve and Bruce

“You sure about this?” Bucky asked Steve

“Yeah.” Steve nodded, he looked at Y/N and smiled.

“Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.” Bucky chuckled.

“How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.” Steve smiled back

“Alright, you ready? I’ll pull you back in exactly 5 seconds.” Bruce said, Steve nodded while standing on the platform, then he was gone.

“1….2…..3…..4…….5……” Bruce flipped the switch and Steve was back, he made his way to sit next to Y/N.

“You came back?”

“Yeah. why wouldn’t I?”

“Peggy?” Y/N shrugged

“I saw her… she was already married with kids.”

“Oh… I’m sorry uncle Steve.” Steve’s eyes were filled with tears

“It’s fine, I got family here.” He rested his hand on her shoulder and gave her a small smile. Bucky and Sam stood in front of the group.

“Ready Cap?”

“Yeah.” Steve stood

“I’ll see you around Uncle Steve, Uncle Sam, Bucky.”

“See you around Little Stark,” Sam replied, the three made their way to Bruce, got into a car and left. Y/N sighed and looked at Peter.

“How’s school, Peter?”

“Oh… Umm, it’s going ok. Ned and MJ are still there and sadly so is Flash.”

“He still bothering you?”

“Yup.”

“How are Ned and MJ?”

“Good, MJ’s still MJ and Ned’s still Ned. The other day, they came over and we watched Star Wars together. We actually have a trip coming up for school in like a couple weeks, we’ll be going to Venice and the Czech Republic. Nothing like taking a vacation… I think we all need a vacation. Do you want me to bring you a souvenir? I can bring you a Traditional Venetian Mask, you know that umm the masks have always been an important feature of the Venetian carnival. Traditionally people were allowed to wear them between the festival of Santo Stefano-” Y/N turned to face Peter

“Peter,” he stopped and looked into your e/c eyes

“Yeah?”

“You’re rambling.” Peter blushed

“Sorry.”

“It’s ok, it’s cute.”

“Peter..”

“Yeah?” Y/N took his hands into hers, intertwining their fingers

“Will…. Will you stay with me tonight?” Peter felt his heart skip a beat, his heartbeat echoed in his ears, it beat so loudly that it seemed to want to escape his chest, blood rushed to his cheeks, his breathing became heavier, his palms were sweating and his mind filled with a thousand thoughts.

“Peter?” Peter snapped back, turning his head back to you. His eyes widened when he saw how close your face was. He could feel your breath on his lips, his eyes looked down to her lips and back to her e/c eyes. She got worried when he didn’t respond, Y/N felt her face heat up, she didn’t realize how close her face was to Peter’s.Y/N stared into Peter’s brown eyes, she really did love his eyes, they were so warm and inviting. Y/N licked her lips and looked down at Peter’s lips. She noticed Peter slowly lean in, Y/N’s heart echoed in her ears, she was pretty sure Peter could hear it. She shouldn’t be doing this, this isn’t right, they were at her fathers funeral, this was not the time nor place to be doing this. Peter might just be doing this because he feels bad, he wants to make her feel better, he really didn’t like her. This is wrong, Y/N didn’t want a relationship because they were both broken. She shouldn’t have happiness. Y/N coughed and pulled away

“Oh, Sorry about that…” Peter scratched the back of his neck.

“No.. it’s ok.”

“About tonight-”

“You know what Peter, I change my mind.” She smiled quickly

“Oh… You sure?” Y/N nodded quickly

“Yeah, sorry it’s just been a while since we’ve hung out and I wanted to hang out but it’s ok you should go hang out with your friends. I’m pretty sure you don’t want to be reminded of my dad because of me, I wouldn’t want to be around me. Be normal you know. Forget about being Spider-Man for a bit and relax.”

“But I-”

“Peter, seriously it’s fine.” Y/N looked away from Peter and looked at her shaking hands sitting on her lap, Peters eyes filled with sadness, he placed his hand on top of her shaking ones.

“Hey… look at me.” Y/N looked away, Peter sighed, his other hand reached across her, placing his hand on her cheek he turned her head to look at him. Y/N had tears fill her eyes when she saw Peter’s eyes filled with sadness.

“I will always want to be with you nothing will ever change that. You are my… best friend and I’m not going to lose you and let’s be honest nothing about me is normal I mean I got bit by a radioactive spider and climb on walls and swing around with webs,” Peter moved his hands all over the place, Y/N laughed and Peter smiled.

“There we go. There’s that beautiful smile and laugh.” Y/N lightly punched Peter’s shoulder

“Ouch, that hurt.”

“You are such a liar.” Y/N laughed.

“Y/N!” Morgan yelled, the two teens turned around

“Yes, Morgan?”

“Uncle Happy brought me all these cheeseburgers! Look!” Morgan held up a bag full of burgers

“WOAH, are you gonna eat all of those burgers?” Morgan nodded excitedly

“Woah there Morgan you can only eat 1 or maybe 2, don’t want you to get sick.” Pepper said from the door, Morgan pouted.

“But, but I want to eat all the cheeseburgers.”

“Tell you what Morgan, how about you eat them throughout the week that way you can cheeseburgers every day,” Peter said, Morgan thought about and her eyes lit up

“OKAY! MAMA LET’S DO THAT! THANK YOU PETER!” Morgan yelled

“No problem Morgan.” She giggled and ran inside the house with Pepper

“Thanks, Peter.”

“No problem Mrs. Stark.” May came out of the house just as Pepper went in.

“Peter, you ready to go?” Peter looked at Y/N

“It’s ok Peter, rain check.”

“Rain check.” They both stood, Peter, wrapped his arms around her waist, Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck. The two stood there embracing each other for what seemed like forever. Peter pulled away, making his way down the porch stairs with his Aunt May, he turned back and smiled at Y/N while waving bye; Y/ N did the same. Y/N watched as Peter and May made their way to the car, Happy trailed right after.

“I’ll see you later little Stark, gotta drop off the kid and his aunt.”

“You sure it’s because you have to drop them off? Cause from the looks of it, you seem to be pretty friendly with May?” Y/N raised her eyebrow, Happy just smiled

“We are acquainted, nothing more.” “Whatever helps you sleep at night….” Y/N said under her breath

Y/N nodded and hugged Happy

“See you later Happy.” Peter turned back and waved, Y/N waved back and went into the house. She saw Morgan sitting on the table still eating her cheeseburger, Pepper was picking up the dishes, Y/N sighed and made her way to help Pepper, slowly collecting the dishes and placing them in the sink Y/N turned the water on and washed them for the tired widow. Y/N finished: making her way to the couch where Pepper was sitting, Pepper didn’t cry; she didn’t want Morgan to see her break down. Y/N quietly took hold of Peppers’ hand and stared at the turned off the tv. “Is Morgan going to be going to school now?” Y/N asked trying to get Pepper’s mind off of things

“I’m debating on it. Homeschooling, public school or private. I have no idea. Dad and I were discussing it before everything but we never really went through with plans since most of the schools weren’t fully staffed and great.”

Y/N nodded

“You’re getting homeschooled maybe the same teacher can teach Morgan.”

Y/N hated the thought of being homeschooled again, she didn’t want to be in the house, she started to pick at her nails. “Umm Pepper about that..” Y/N trailed off. Pepper looked at her concerned“What’s wrong?” “Can…I not… be homeschooled?” Y/N looked up with hopeful eyes. “You don’t want to be homeschooled anymore?” “I never wanted to be. Dad thought it was better since he could teach me, but I want to be normal, have friends, you know outside the Avengers.” Pepper nodded

“That’s understandable, you deserve to have a shot of normal especially after what happened. If you want on Monday we can go and register you, hopefully, it’s not too late.

”“Really!?” Y/N’s face lit up, Pepper let out a chuckle

“Yes. There’s a school not too far from here, so we can g-” Pepper stopped when she saw Y/N’s smile drop.

“Oh..”

“You don’t want to go to school here?”

“I was kind of hoping I would go to school with Peter..” Y/N mumbled

“All the way in back in New York City?”

“I mean it’s fine, the school’s far so I understand.” Y/N looked defeated. She wanted to go to school with Peter since he was her only friend.

“No. It’s fine, just we have to arrange for Happy to pick you up and drop you off.”

“You sure?” Pepper nodded

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Y/N’s face lit up once again and she smiled brightly.

“Thank you, Pepper!” Y/N pulled Pepper in for a hug

“No problem sweetie.” “I wanna go to school with Y/N mama.” Y/N and Pepper looked at Morgan, who was now standing in front of them. “Morgan, umm how do I explain this? You would have to go to a different school,” Y/N explained

“Why?” “Because I’m older than you, I have to go to high school and you would be in elementary.” “They’re different schools?” Morgan asked sitting in between Y/N and Pepper. “Yes, most of the time they usually only go up to middle school.” Morgan’s eyebrows furrowed

“But I want to be with you,”

“Umm…” “Morgan, sweetie, if you want we can go look at schools with Y/N on Monday? Ok?” Pepper said. Morgan nodded and smiled. “Y/N can you color with me? Please?” Y/N smiled

“Sure.” Morgan ran up the stairs to go get her coloring book and crayons. “She’s different from you, you really liked to work with your dad on building things and keep to yourself, Morgan likes to run around and play pretend.” “She’s a kid, basically. I wish I acted like a kid when I could have.” Morgan sat on the floor, placing her coloring book and crayons on the table, she turned; grabbing Y/Ns hand, Y/N moved down to the floor and started coloring. Pepper watched as the two girls started coloring, no matter what she will always have a piece of Tony, her eyes filled with tears, she silently started to cry. Darkness settled and Y/N looked at Morgan sound asleep with her head on Y/N’s lap, she ran her fingers through her hair

“Hey, I got her.” Pepper said reaching down to the sleeping girl

“You sure? I can take her.” Pepper shook her head

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Pepper picked Morgan up and carried her up the stairs. Y/N sat there staring out the window, she could see the fireflies floating around. Y/N smiled, yet she felt numb inside. She couldn’t feel anything, empty and hollow. She sighed and got up from her spot, grabbing Stitch off the couch, making her way upstairs

.“Hey Pepper.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m gonna go to bed… Long day.” Pepper nodded

“Ok, goodnight sweetie.” She hugged and kissed Y/N’s cheek. Y/N went into her room, putting her legs against her bed and slid to the floor, she hugged her knees, putting her head down and began to cry.

Monday, 3:25 am

All she could see was darkness, it enveloped her. Y/N started to panic, her breathing became shorter, heavier, her heart raced.“HELLO!” Y/N yelled out into the darkness, she looked around frantically“IS ANYONE THERE? CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?” Y/N yelled and yelled until her throat became sore, then a light shined. In all her years, people tell her to avoid the light, but something about it was tempting, Y/N was skeptical, slowly she made her way towards the light, she closed her eyes and when she opened them she saw bodies lying on the floor, it was a massacre, the battlefield. Y/N’s breathing became heavy again, she could barely see through the tears in her eyes. She tried to wipe the tears away but when she looked down all she saw was blood. Y/N screamed. She ran and ran, bodies kept dropping around her, then she saw him and stopped. Dad.

“Dad…” She said and started to run again.

“Dad…DAD! DAD! DAD!” Tony turned towards her. Y/N caressed her dad’s face“

Dad… You’re ok, You’re ok.”

“Am I?” Tony replied, pushing Y/N away.

“Dad? What’s wrong?”

“This happened because of you.”

“What?”

“I died because of you. I didn’t want to die, I had a family. I had Morgan and Pepper, we were happy without you. I wish you never came into my life, I regret taking you in. You did this.”

“You’re… You’re not my dad.” Tony smirked, he started to transform, Y/N backed away

“Thanos..”

“Hello little one.” he held up the gauntlet and snapped his fingers, nothing happened.

“No..” Y/N whispered out and turned around, Tony kneeled on the ground.

“NO!” Y/N ran towards her father. Please don’t, please let me get to him on time, please let me save him. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE DON’T DIE.

“And…..I……am………Iron man.” Tony snapped his fingers.

“NO!” Y/N kept running to her father, she fell in front of him.

“No..No…No…No…No..” She grabbed Tony’s face

“Please don’t die..” Tony smiled

“I love you. Forever and always.”

“No…No… Please, Please don’t leave me. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” She felt Tony’s heart stop, Y/N screamed.

Y/N woke up sweating and gasping for air, her cheeks wet. She started clawing at her clothes, she couldn’t breathe, why couldn’t she breathe. She could vaguely hear F.R.I.D.A.Y speaking. Y/N fell off the bed, gasping. The door opened and Pepper came running in, she moved Y/N, lifting her to sit up

“Hey, hey. Sweetie, I need you to look at me.” Y/N turned her head

“Can't…..BREATHE.” Y/N gasped out

“I know, you’re having a panic attack. I need you to try and breathe in for 5 seconds and out for 5, you can do it. That’s it.”

Y/N tried to breathe in and out.

“Mrs.Stark? Would you like me to call for medical assistance?” F.R.I.D.A.Y asked

“No, I got this, no hospitals. Thank you F.R.I.D.AY.”

“Of course, Mrs.Stark. Miss Y/Ns breathing and heartbeat are slowly returning to normal.” Pepper nodded, her eyes still locked on e/c eyes. Pepper was worried. Y/N finally calmed and wiped the tears away from her face.

“I’m sorry.”

“Hey, you have got nothing to be sorry for.” Pepper smiled and placed her hand on Y/Ns cheek

.“Are you ok?”

“Yeah… I’ll be fine. What time is it?”

“3:40 am Miss” F.R.I.D.A.Y answered, Y/N sighed and leaned her head on her mattress.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Pepper asked Y/N shook her head

“Not right now.”

“Okay. Do you want to come and sleep with me?”

“No, I’ll be fine Pepper, thank you.” Y/N smiled

“Alright, I’ll bring you some water and go back to bed.”

“Thank you, don’t worry F.R.I.D.A.Y will let you know if anything happens again.” Pepper stood from the floor and left the room. Y/N could hear her pouring water into the cup, she heard Pepper’s footsteps head up the stairs. Pepper entered the room and placed the cup on Y/N’s side drawer.

“Do you need help getting up?”

“No. I just want to sit here for a bit.”

“Alright, goodnight sweetie.” Pepper kissed Y/N’s forehead

“Goodnight.” Pepper left the room. Y/N continued to sit on the floor, she felt tears prickle her eyes and soon she broke down.

Monday 8:00 am

Y/N was exhausted, she couldn’t sleep after that afraid she might have another nightmare. Y/N stared out the window, nothing but trees were passing by, Morgan singing along to the radio, Pepper and Happy were chatting. Y/N wanted to sleep so bad, she felt her eyelids become heavy shaking her head, no she had to stay awake but in the end, sleep won.

“Y/N”

“Y/N sweetie, get up we’re here.” Pepper shook Y/N awake

Y/N slowly opened her eyes and groaned when the first thing she saw was sunlight. She rubbed her eyes and looked around, Morgan smiled and giggled at her sister, Y/N returned the smile.

“We’re here,” Pepper repeated, Y/N looked outside the window and was greeted by a green field, Y/N helped Morgan out of her car seat, they all got off the car, Morgan grabbed Y/N’s hand and all 4 went up the stairs entering the school. The halls were empty, Y/N looked into some of the classrooms, mostly all the students were paying attention, others were doodling, some asleep. Y/N looked into the chemistry room and she saw him. Peter Parker. He wasn’t paying much attention to what the teacher was saying, she could see him writing down and scribbling, Peter was writing formulas for new web designs. Old habits die hard. Y/N could see Peter’s eyebrows furrow, his brown hair fell out of place and he quickly moved to put it back into place, his tongue slightly sticking out, he licked his lips and scratched his head. Y/N giggled, he looked like a confused puppy. Peter’s head shot up, he heard a giggle, he knew that giggle, that giggle has made his heart race and face heat up more times than he could count. Peter looked around the room, that’s not possible she couldn’t be there, maybe he was just hearing things. Peter looked to the door, through the tiny window he saw her. Peter broke out into a wide smile, his eyes lit up, he stood from his chair, knocking over his notebook in the process.

“Yes, Mr. Parker?” Mr. Cobbwell asked Peter felt the blood rush to his cheeks

“Oh, um nothing sorry.” He replied, picking up his notebook

“Well then, get back to the lab work.” Peter nodded and sat down. The door opened, little footsteps ran towards Peter.

“PETER!” Morgan yelled, she threw herself on him and hugged him

“Hi, Morgan!” Peter hugged her back and smiled. Y/N entered the classroom

“Hi, I’m so sorry for the interruption.” Y.N went towards Peter and Morgan.

“Morgan, come on, Peter is in class we gotta go.”

“But I wanna stay with Peter.”

“You can see him later. Ok?” Morgan pouted but nodded

“Bye Peter.” she waved sadly

“Bye Morgan.” Peter looked at Y/N. Y/N smiled. She leaned down and whispered into his ear.

“Bye Spider-ling.” She gave him a wink and walked out with Morgan, Peter sat there, mouth wide open, cheeks red

“B-By-e-ee Y- Y- Y/N.”

Y/N walked down the hall with Morgan in hand, Pepper and Happy were already in the office with the principal.

“Sorry, she wanted to see what I was looking at and she sa-”

“Peter?” Y/N blushed

“Yeah and ran in.”

“It’s fine, thank you for getting her.”

“No problem.” Y/N sat next to Pepper and Morgan sat on Y/N’s lap. Y/N turned out most of what the adults were talking about.

“She can start tomorrow if that is alright with her.” Pepper tapped Y/N’s shoulder

“I’m sorry, what was the question?”

“Is it alright if you start tomorrow?”

“Really?” The principal nodded

“Yes!”

“Alright, tomorrow just come back into the office to grab your schedule and locker, then head to the library for books.” Y/N nodded. Pepper collected the paperwork and the bell rang. Maybe she could meet Peter’s friends. She always wanted to meet Ned and MJ. Y/N walked with her hand intertwined with Morgan’s, Peter was standing in front of his locker looking past the crowd of kids, Ned and MJ stood next to him staring at him.

“Peter, you ok?” Ned asked

Peter wasn’t paying attention, he kept his focus down the hall. Ned repeated his question, Peter saw a hand wave back and forth in front of his face, he blinked and turned to his friends

“Sorry. What?”

“You ok?” Ned asked again

“Yeah, Yeah I’m fine. Why?”

“Who are you looking for?” MJ asked

“What?” Peter quickly looked back to MJ

“Who are you looking for?”

“I-I-I’m not looking for anyone.”

“Yeah right.” MJ rolled her eyes

“Sup?! Penis Parker.” Peter groaned and Flash smirked and hit Peter in the stomach, Peter could hear the other students laugh.

“HEY!” the group turned and saw little Morgan making her way towards them

“LEAVE PETER ALONE.” Morgan stood in front of Flash hands on her hips

“Awww, Parkers got a little bodyguard. You need a little girl to fight your battles, Parker.” Everyone laughed at that statement. Morgan puffed her cheeks, raising her foot she kicked Flash in the leg.

“OW!”

Peter’s eyes widened, Mj chuckled and high fived the little girl.

“MORGAN STARK!.” Morgan winced as she heard her mother yell her name, Pepper quickened her steps, standing in front of Morgan; she bent down

“That was not nice, say you’re sorry.”

“But he was being mean to Peter.” Morgan pouted

“You still shouldn’t kick people, say you’re sorry,” Morgan grumbled

“I’m sorry. You should say sorry to Peter.” Flash glared at Peter

“Sorry.” Flash placed his hand on Peter’s shoulder

“See you later, Penis Parker.” He whispered and walked away, Peter sighed, looking down at Morgan who had a big smile on her face, he knelt down and smiled

“Thank you, Morgan.” He said while ruffling her hair

“You’re welcome Peter.” she wrapped her arms around his neck. Pepper stuck her hand out, Morgan pulled away from Peter and grabbed Pepper’s hand, waving bye to Peter the two walked off. Peter stood up, placing his hand in his pockets he went back to his locker, where was she? Did she already leave? Why did she leave without saying bye? How was she? He wanted to see her again. Happy and Y/N made their way slowly down the halls filled with students, Y/N wanted to be happy to start school, to be normal, but she still felt empty. Happy stared at Y/N, she had a blank expression on her face not paying attention to her surroundings, Happy made sure she didn’t bump into anyone or anything. The bell rang again and the students all made their way back to their classes. Peter didn’t see her again, he sat down in class and sulked. Y/N and Happy finally made it out of the school, Pepper was watching Mogan run around the field, Morgan noticed Happy and Y/N and ran back towards the grown-ups. Pepper, Happy, Y/N, and Morgan entered the car and drove home.

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