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unc0mmon-name · 42 minutes ago
Opening Day | J.T
Pairings: Jason Todd X GN!reader
Summary: You and your brother have been setting up and decorating for days. And finally, after all the baking and last minute prep, the café was finally opened. The business idea that has been In your family for generations. It was finally real… and you had your first customer.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1.3k
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"KArl! I told you to get those donuts baked and ready for showcasing hours ago! what have you been doing?" 
"I dunno-"
"Get those donuts baked! we open in an hour!"
The morning had been a crazy one. You and your brother Sam rush around the cafe to get everything ready for the opening. Your brother's best friend Karl was tasked with putting the donuts in the oven but even the smartest person in that room can't follow simple directions.
You sat down in one of the booths, a large to go mug of coffee in your hands. You let out an exhausted sigh, allowing your head to fall down onto the table. Your brother makes his way over to you and he rubs your back gently. "It's gonna be okay sib, we will have everything ready before opening. I promise." He reassures me.
You can't help but look up at him and sigh loudly before he pulls you into a big hug. "Just relax. I'll take care of the rest okay? drink your coffee and relax." He tells you, and you nod before pulling away from him. "Thank you Sam." You mutter softly, and he nods. Sam ruffles up your hair with a grin before he turns around and leaves. 
You watch your brother walk away for a second before you turn back to face the window, sipping on your coffee, letting your shoulders slump as the bitter yet also sweet liquid falls down your throat. Another sigh escapes your lips, and you observe as people walk by the little coffee shop of yours. 
After an hour or so, everything was done, and it was finally time to open up the shop. You finished off your coffee and you walked to the front, flipping the closed sign to open with the biggest smile.
You skipped over to your brother who was at the till, and you hugged him tightly. "We did it Sammy!" she cheered, laughing softly. Sam started laughing with you, shoving you away with a chuckle. "You did it, all of this is you." He tells you, but you roll your eyes. "You helped me buy the darn place so WE did it. You and me." You argue.
Sam hummed, and he watched as a couple came into the cafe with small smiles on their lips. "Did you guys just open?" The woman asked, and you nodded. "Sure did, welcome to L/n's cafe. What can I get for you?" You asked the couple.
The man spoke up first. "Ill get your super glaze donut and a black coffee." He says, and Sam walks away to get that order done. "And you?" You ask the girl. "I'll just get an iced chai tea latte, thank you!" she says and you nod, turning around and walking over to the coffee makers. Drinks were your specialty, Sam's was baking.
After a few minutes, you and Sam came back with both their orders, and the man paid, leaving a small two dollar tip before they left. You couldn't hold back the smile that appeared on your lips, you officially made your first sale, and it was exhilarating.
You carry on with your day, filling out orders and whatnot, but when you make your way to the front, you see a new person walk inside the cafe. He was tall, around 6 feet, and he had jet black hair and a tiny smile on his lips. He catches your eyes and he gives you a small smile and a wave before he makes his way over to you.
"H-Hi! Welcome to L/n's Cafe. What can I get you?" You ask him stuttering at the beginning. He hums, looking up at the written menu above your head. "I'll just get a black coffee with sugar." He says, and you nod, turning around and walking over to the coffee machines, brewing up his order, stirring in the sugar before you walk back over to him. "That will be three dollars."
You say. He nods, and he digs out a five dollar bill. "Keep the change." He says, taking the coffee with a small thank you before he walks away. You watch the muscles in his back shift as he walks, and you can't help but flush slightly before he walks out of the cafe, disappearing in the streets.
You nibble on your lip for a moment before you snap yourself back out of your thoughts, checking the clock. You had two hours left before your shift was over, so you would make the best of those two hours.
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You dropped your keys into the small bowl on the kitchen counter. You just got back home to your homey apartment, the smell of jasmine floating through the air. You had lit an incense before you left so you'd have a good smelling place to come back to after work. 
You made your way through the apartment, turning the handle to your bedroom door and walking inside. You throw your phone onto your bed, and you walk over to your desk, sliding the leather satchel off your shoulder and onto the back of the chair. You place your wallet on the desk, and you run a hand through your hair.
You take a look around your bedroom before you walk over to your bed, grabbing your phone and checking it for any notifications. None, no people liked your instagram posts or bothered to text you, which put a huge damper on your mood.
You decided then to have a shower and get ready for bed, it wasn't close to bed time, it wasn't even really close to dinner yet but you wanted to be in your pajamas and you wanted to make some spicy instant ramen, so you did just that.
You had your shower, and afterwards you got changed into your pajamas and you walked out into the kitchen, humming softly to yourself. You dug through your kitchen cabinets, realizing more and more that you desperately needed to go grocery shopping. 
You finally managed to find a package of ramen, and you grabbed a pot and filled it with water. The pot went on the stove, and you stared and picked at your nails until the water had started to boil.
You opened up the package of instant noodles and you threw it in the boiling water, tearing open the seasoning package, throwing that in the boiling water as well. You reached out for a wooden spoon, grabbing it, letting out a bored sigh as you stirred the noodles in the water.
Pretty soon after that, the noodles were done. You threw them in a bowl, grabbing a pair of chopsticks, walking over to the living room.
You set the bowl down on the coffee table before you reached for the remote, turning on the TV and flicking on Netflix before you sat back down, turning on one of your favourite shows before you grabbed your food, curling up into a loose ball while you ate and watched TV.
Hours of binging passed, your noodles were long finished, and you had ended up dozing off because the loud end scene woke you up. You glanced around before sighing, getting your ass up off the couch, turning the TV off and cleaning up around you before you tiredly stumbled into your room.
You flop face first onto the bed, burying your face with pillows. You blindly reached for your phone and you lifted your head slightly so you could see yourself set an alarm for tomorrow morning. Once that was done you placed your phone back on the bedside table, pulling the blankets over your body before you began to doze off again.
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superhero--imagines · an hour ago
What kinda stuff do you guys want to see? In terms of fics and stuff in my store? RN I’m thinking of adding a “care package from Molly Weasley”
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dccomicsimagines · 2 hours ago
What’s Lost is Found - Batfamily Imagine - Bonus Part Nine.Five
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Warning - Depressive Thoughts, Angst Content
Part One   Part Two  Part Three   Part Four  Part Five  Part Six  Part Six.Five  Part Seven  Part Eight  Part Nine  Part Ten   Part Eleven
Requested by Anon - Hey! Uh... Can i request a one-shot from dick's P.O.V. from what's lost is found when he realise (y/n) is not in the mansion/found (y/n)'s note about handing themself to the fake bane? I'd really love to see slight angst of panicked dick worrying about his kid.(sorry not sorry dick)🤣
Author’s Note - Sorry this took so long, but I was working on other things before diving back into the What’s Lost is Found universe. ;) 
The warmth from the sunlamp soaked into Dick as he sat in the ICU area of the cave. Kori hadn’t woken up yet. She laid on the bed directly under the lamp, taking the full blast from it. Her baby bump clearly visible under the sheet. He stared at the heart monitors, both heartbeats were strong. Why wouldn’t she wake up?
Dick buried his face in his hands. His body ached. The pills Alfred slipped him must have wore off. 
He frowned when he heard the arguments coming from the meeting room in the cave. They were planning their next move to deal with siege on Gotham. Dick knew he should be in there with them, but there wasn’t any point. He was going to take his family home where it was safe. 
Dropping his hands, he looked back at Kori. His stomach twisted in knots.
He tensed at the sound of soft footsteps approaching. However, he relaxed when he felt your presence by his side. “Hey kiddo,” he whispered, wrapping an arm around you. You leaned into him. Dick’s heart glowed. At least you were safe. His hand rubbed your side gently.
“Is she okay?” You trembled in his grasp. Your words stabbed at Dick’s heart. Tears threatened to fall down his cheeks. You were so young. Too young for all of this. 
“Her vitals and the baby’s are good, but she hasn’t woken up.” He ran a hand through his hair, wincing when his shoulder flared in pain. Damn, maybe he should have taken another dose of pain meds. You shifted in his grasp. He glanced up to see your lips pursed, eyes downcast. “This isn’t your fault, honey. I don’t want to hear that from you.” Your eyes watered. Dick kissed your cheek, the father instinct in him taking over.  “I didn’t want you to be part of this.”
You tensed. Dick saw the anger flash in your eyes, but you didn’t snap at him. His arms ached to hold you, to comfort you and himself at the same time. He hesitated a moment before pulling you to sit in his lap. You relaxed into his hold much to his relief.  “Shouldn’t you be with the others?” you asked.
“No.” Dick squeezed his arms around you. Gathering his courage, he spoke his next words carefully. “We’re not going to be here for much longer.”
“What?!” you gasped. Dick sighed. He knew you would react this way. Your jaw dropped, staring at him with those big eyes in disbelief. You looked so much like Bruce in that moment. Dick remembered getting a similar look from Bruce when he swung off the chandelier for the first time. 
“We’re leaving, going home.” Dick frowned when you pulled away from him. His arms reached out to try to keep you close. “Don’t fight me on this, sweetheart.” Dick’s heart broke into a million pieces. He had to keep you, Kori, and the baby safe. Why couldn’t you just understand for once? Why did you always have to fight?
“We can’t leave.” Your voice cracked. Dick saw your hands trembling. He wanted to reach out to hold them still, but you would just run away from him.  “I caused this. I can’t leave them to deal with this. Tim already hates me, Damian too. I can’t do this to them.”
Something inside Dick snapped. He felt a cold, raw anger build inside his chest.  “I’m not arguing with you on this. We’re going home.” Your eyes widened in shock. Color drained out of your face. Dick caught himself. The anger evaporated. He softened his tone. “I have more to lose now.” Without a thought, he reached out to pat your arm. You flinched away from him. Dick jerked like you tore his heart out. “(Y/N).” You left the room so fast, you were gone in a blink of an eye. 
A plug released from inside of him and Dick sobbed in a way he hadn’t since his parents died. Completely broken. Deep down, he knew he shouldn’t be selfish and whisk his family away when Gotham needed all hands on deck. The others were his family too. He would never forgive himself if anything happened to them.
Time passed and Dick slowly collected himself. Kori hadn’t stirred. He went over to kiss her forehead. “I’ll be back, sweetheart. I’m going to talk to (Y/N).” He waited a moment for any sign from Kori. However, she didn’t move. “Please wake up soon.” He kissed her again before pulling himself away. 
The raised voices from the meeting room echoed through the cave. Lois was talking to Alfred in the corner as Alfred was setting up sandwiches and drinks for everyone. “Do you know where (Y/N) went?” Jon asked Dick shyly, appearing beside him. Dick frowned. His eyes narrowed. Jon flinched.
“No.” Dick crossed his arms. “What you did was so irresponsible. I trusted you to keep (Y/N) out of this and safe.” 
“I know.” Jon bit his lip, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “I already got the full lecture from Mom, Dad, Alfred, Jason, and Damian.” He looked Dick in the eye rather bravely. Dick found himself respecting Jon just a little bit more. “I’m sorry.”
Dick cleared his throat. “I suppose I can overlook it. I’d imagine (Y/N) would have came anyway, no matter if you brought them or not.” He glanced around the cave. “You haven’t seen (Y/N)?”
“No, not since Alfred changed their bandages.” Jon tensed, following Dick’s gaze. 
“I’ll check upstairs while you look around here.” Dick jogged to the steps and headed up. He heard Jon zooming off to search the lesser used areas of the cave. Dick’s heart was in his throat. Please don’t let anything happen to (Y/N). Please don’t let (Y/N) do something foolish and dangerous.
He couldn’t shake the sense of dread settling in the bottom of his stomach. Bursting through the clock entrance into Bruce’s study, his blood ran cold when he saw notes for everyone on the desk. They were all in your handwriting.
“No, no, no, no.” Dick grabbed the note with his name on it and opened his. His eyes came across ‘I’m sorry’ before he crumbled it in his hand. “Damn it, (Y/N).” He was about to rush back down to the cave when a terrible sound echoed from it. Dick paused. “Damian?” It couldn’t have been Damian. Damian never sounded like that before. 
Dick rushed down the stairs, almost tripping to find Damian on his knees in front of the batcomputer. The others were gathered around, watching in horror. Footage from outside Wayne Tower was playing live. You were in the Bane lookalike’s arms, limp. Dick’s mouth went dry as he watched the Bane lookalike toss you into a waiting vehicle. 
“We have to stop him.” Damian was on his feet, racing toward the batmobile like a dehydrated man seeing water for the first time. 
“Stop. You won’t get there in time.” Tim grabbed at Damian’s arm to stop him. Damian snarled, slamming his fist into Tim’s jaw to knock him back.
“That’s my sibling.” Damian started toward the batmobile again. Jason tackled him to the ground. The terrible sound came from Damian again as he fought with Jason desperately to get to the batmobile. “We can’t let them die. We can’t leave them.” 
Jason grunted as Damian’s elbow smashed into his stomach. “Stop it. You’re not thinking straight.”
Dick looked back at the screen. All the light in his life was sucked away in an instant. You were dead. There’s no way they would keep you alive. Dick closed his eyes, burying his face in his hands.
A hand rested on his shoulder. He looked up to meet Barbara’s eye. “We don’t know if they’re gone. Let’s not grieve until we do,” she whispered. Dick looked at the others. Jon Kent was hugging Lois tight, sobbing into her shoulder. Lois had tears in her eyes too. Jason and Damian were still wrestling on the ground with Damian slowly dragging them over to the batmobile. Alfred stared blankly at the screen in shock. Tim was on his knees, embracing Steph from where she collapsed. Cass and Duke appeared numb and held hands with each other. They slowly moved to Alfred’s side to comfort him. 
“Right.” Dick swallowed his grief. He allowed himself to have that little spark of hope in his chest. You were strong and the fact they didn’t kill you outright meant that they maybe had other plans. Besides, he was the oldest. He had to be the example. 
Barbara nodded over to Jason and Damian. “You better take care of that first. I’m going to try to track that vehicle.” Barbara went to the computer and started working. 
Dick took a deep breath. “Cass, Duke, get ready to go out there as soon as Babs has information for you.” They nodded, running off to get dressed.
“Fuck! Get off me, you idiotic street rat.” Damian suddenly broke away from Jason and scrambled to his feet. “I will not be the last Wayne!” He panted, glancing at the computer before swiftly kicking Jason in the side. “You wasted my time! (Y/N) could be dead by now!”
“Damian!” Dick rushed over, stepping between Jason and Damian. Jason groaned, holding his side. “Calm down! This is not going to help (Y/N).” Damian’s glare darkened. Dick rested his hands on Damian’s shoulders, tensing in case Damian exploded again. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Dami, I know you’re scared for (Y/N). I’m terrified for them too, but lashing out isn’t going to help us get them back.” 
Damian took a shaky breath. He closed his eyes. “I can’t be the last Wayne.” Dick’s stomach dropped to his feet. His fear threatened to take over, but he held it off. He had to be strong for Damian, for the others. 
“You aren’t.” Dick pulled Damian into his arms. Damian went limp, his knees giving out. Dick fell with him, ignoring the wetness on his shirt as Damian hid his face into Dick’s shoulder. “(Y/N) is still alive. We know that. We’ll find them and bring them back home.” Dick rested his chin on Damian’s head. His own tears fell down his cheeks. “I swear we’ll find them.” He rocked Damian back and forth.
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ruddyswojtyla · 4 hours ago
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radicalrad27 · 4 hours ago
Doggie Love
prompt: after faking your death, all you want is to go back to your normal life with boyfriend dick grayson, but after opening your twitter, you see that he has a new cuddle buddy - one that isn’t you
warnings: n/a, just some light cussing, general angst
Every single time you were cold, he’d put a jacket around your shoulders. Even if he had to buy one, which was why you were packed, filled with jackets in your room. You had shoved them all in your apartment closet, wincing at the noises they made at each other in there, before walking out.
You were back. You were home. This smelt like home anyways ━━ the smell of burned food, chestnuts on a fire, sugary treats ━━ you came back just in time for your favorite season ever, Christmas.
Gothamites ignored you as they rushed towards their cars with sacks of food and fairy lights and such, and you twirled around, your ears already turning red from the cold. You didn’t mind. Not when there was a scene as beautiful as this.
“Y/N ...?”
You turned around, your eyes wide as you saw Tim Drake stand right in front of you. You were surprised, no doubt, that Tim was being sent for grocery shopping. He looked good. His eyes weren’t puffy and his lip was cut a bit, but it looked red, and red from kissing.
“Timbo...”No. You didn’t want to meet like this. You shuffled around nervously, expecting a yelling, but Tim jumped and hugged you, the familiar scent of his cologne filling your noise. Your favorite Wayne brother ( that wasn’t Dick, of course ) was hugging you, squeezing you.
“I thought you died,” he sniffled, wiping his nose. “We had a whole funeral for you ━━ there were some really nice words spoken about you and S/N.”
“I’m sure there were,” you chuckled. “I’m back though. I had to fake my death in order to get this information I needed from Russia’s biggest drug cartel. I’m so sorry, Timmy.” You smiled weakly at him and he nodded at you.
“I’ll meet you at Wayne Manor tomorrow?” His eyes were hopeful, lilting.
You nodded.
Walking back, you opened your phone and checked the “ORPHANZ LOL” group chat.
hey dick, how’s the cuddler?
Cuddler? Your phone nearly drops from your hand. Cuddler? He’s gotten over you? It’s only been three months from your fake death. You know you sounded entitled, but you had hope that he still believed you were alive.
awesome, cass ━━ i love her so much !!!!
dick stop spamming the fucking group chat and start patrolling you dumb fuck
hey ... should we remove y/n from the group chat?
why don’t we wait ...?
You shut down your phone and wiped your eyes before opening the apartment door. He had a girlfriend. He didn’t need you anymore. Maybe you were better off “dead.”
“You’re ... alive?”
Jason, Duke, Steph, Cassie, Damian, Bruce and Barbara all looked at each other and dropped their jaws before Jason stood up. “Next time one of you ‘dies’,” he made quotations with hands. “I’m not believing it.”
You giggled slightly before they ran into you and gave you a big hug. You smelled their cologne.
You guys talked for a few hours before your phone started blasting once again.
Grayson ━━ how’s the cuddle buddy, the love of your life?
Your face went sour at the text, your eyes diluted and you fought the urge to cry. No. You wouldn’t cry.
awesome, dami! thanks for asking!
“Hey, Y/N, Bruce said to go to patrol,” Jason informed, peeking in your bedroom.
You looked at Jason and sighed, grasping your forehead. There were  days where all you want to do is to sit in your room and blast sad music, eat ice-cream, and watch cringy k-dramas. This is one of the days.
“Can Bruce lay off today?” You asked bitterly, not wanting to explain the scenario to Jason. Dick had been spamming about a cuddle buddy — it seemed the time away from each other had done him a lot of good.
It wasn’t your fault that you two had to be separated for a while. You had a mission in Moscow and had to fake your death. Everyone had done it in this family before.
cuddle buddy hours — I posted a pic of her and I am now officially a DILF according to twitter
DILF??!!! HE HAD A CHILD???? This scenario was so much worse than you expected. You took a deep breath.
dont you already have a child dick
You clenched your fists and opened twitter and went to his page. What you see shocked you. The cuddler isn’t a child? It’s a ... dog?
“I have to go,” you immediately yelled, running downstairs. Your breath quickened and you ran faster and faster until you stood in front of Dick’s room.
You rapped on the door two times before he walked and opened the door. Shirtless with the cuddler ━━ the little shit ━━ his face turned into something that resembled shock and then surprise and then elated joy. Immediately, Haley jumped down and he walked over to you and kissed you, hard. You didn’t mind that his lips were full of doggy fur, because you wrapped your arms around Dick and kissed him harder, your hips grinding against each other, his hands on your waist, fingers digging hard against your skin, as if if he let go, he’d lose you again.
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valeskakingdom · 9 hours ago
Chapter 3
(masterlist in my bio to read previous chapters)
Credit: @swanimagines
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*2 weeks later*
Jerome was a hard one.
He couldn't stop annoying me, I already regret challenging him. He was driving me nuts! He was worse than a baby! Every single day, he was crowding me, treating me like his girlfriend and always talked about his fortes and other's infirmities. I couldn't hear it anymore. Greenwood is just a fat old cannibal. He's no authority, other than me. How can you be befriended with Dobkins when he's more occupied in living in a dream world? Bla bla bla. I really stopped listening to him. It was unbearable. Like okay, we got it! You're a narcissist with a God complex - it's fine!
But yeah, that's the shit side of my plan. I need to stand it. I need to stay calm, I need to try not to be aggressive...duh! When I finally got what I wanted, then I'll need a drink. That guy is exhausting me - hopefully that shit is over soon!
Right now, I sat on a bench. Next to me Greenwood and Dobkins, in front of me Sionis and Helzinger. Where Jerome was, I don't know. And I didn't want to know that because I was glad I didn't need to hear the same shit again. He doesn't convince me to be his partner at all. He just convinced me in believing he loved himself more than anyone else.
"Scarlett" I looked at Sionis who was raising his brows. He was thinking.
"What's that with Jerome?" I rolled my eyes in annoyance, is that today's gossip or what? "He's like your little puppy who's eager for attention."
"He wants to convince me to work with him." I shrugged and played with my hair strains "Doesn't work though."
"He's not your type of killer you want, is he?" Sionis had a slight grin on his face. He wanted to push himself to convince me from him. Very clever.
"His oh so big ego is a weak spot. It shows his biggest foible."
"And that is?" Greenwood frowned.
"Have you observed Jerome in the past 2 weeks?" I asked and they half nodded yes "What has happened every time I rejected him?"
"He sweared and grumbled because he desperately tries to get you."
"Exactly," I nodded "He does it over and over again, very varied. That all just because he needs to get his will."
"And that's your reason for rejecting him?" Sionis scoffed "Clearly to see you're a minor. This behavior is childish."
"Then why don't you work with him?" I grinned. He's such a bozo. Every detail on choosing his partner is important. That's the hidden tip. Everything has to fit "Because that minor with mommy issues gets on your nerves?"
"He's the narcissist himself. He uses people for his own good-.."
"And for what?" I grinned wider because on Sionis' annoyed face I recognized he knew what I meant "He does it to get his will. Hm," I shrugged "A stupid vicious circle. Annoying, isn't it? But what if...what if I try to tear him out of this?"
"You'll drive him more crazy than he already is!" Greenwood shook his head "Why don't you give up on that brat? Others like me are way better than him?"
"Oh, Greenwood" I laughed and clapped his back "I appreciate the belief in yourself being one of the greatest criminals Gotham's." Gosh, Greenwood is a fool towards me. He's a cannibal who spontaneously killed women to eat, I planned my kills in every detail and didn't get caught for years.
"You know, Greenwood," I became serious again "Jerome's the ideal of a partner in crime. He's clever, creative, he has brains...he's a showman. A showman is capable of everything. And he can implement tasks perfectly. I can make use of him in any single way. There's just this one problem you gave to give another turn to the screw. That's a great criminal. And now to you...Green-wood." I took a deep breath "You are a stinky, old, and stupid cannibal. You kill cluelessly and spontaneously to have a fresh meal. There's no structure, no target, nothing impressing. You're useless."
"That hurt." Sionis chuckled bitterly.
"Useless you say?" Greenwood hissed with an aggressive undetrtone "I killed 25 women until someone caught me. Jerome failed at his first kill!" I saw fury in his eyes, his jaw clenched, his teeth gritted; I liked it. That's what I wanted to do with Jerome. I wanted him to explode and to do kill an image - or a cop! That would convince me from him because he would do it for me.
"Not the number of kills are important but the way you did it." I frowned "The number of kills let people recognize you're a psycho. The way you plan your kills and implement it, is important to show people you're an authority." I turned to Greenwood with a smile "A good killer never kills spontaneously. He gets informed about any risks, knows every second a human being walks and stops moving. He knows the perfect moment to pull the trigger and ends someone's life."
"A good killer is co-operative unlike him. Jerome calls himself a leader and forces people to work for him. He's a stupid narissist with a God complex-..."
"Nothing that I already know sweetheart," I chuckled wrapping arms around his neck teasingly "But still," I sighed with a smile "There's something on him I can't let go. He is...fascinating, you know."
"He's just a fucking teenager whose hormones play crazy like yours. There's nothing special on him." Greenwood grumbled angrily.
"I see, and you're just a fat cannibal whose killing wish is controlled by its stomach." I clapped on his fat stomach and stood up actually making my way to the shelf with all those weird books as the cell door opened. I just heard a weird cackle - it was Jerome. Now the show must go on.
"Now, let's have some fun with the ginger puppet." I immediately took my seat back next to Greenwood with a dark grin. So many thoughts crossed my mind how I'd drive him nuts, it was incredible! I could keep rejecting him, degrade him, insult him or tease him...oh, yes that's good! I let him think he does the right thing but then...boom! I tell him the opposite. Oh Lord, that's gonna be fun! And so dangerous! Pure thrill!
"Hello my fellas!" He threw his arms in the air with a wide grin immediately gazing me, then he winked at me as he made his way to me "Hey gorgeous."
"Where have you been so long? I've missed you." I pouted giving him a sad puppy look.
"Sorry, doll. The cops asked for an interview." Jerome took a seat next to me and pulled me on his lap. We're that far already? Wow, didn't know that works that fast. He makes it way easier for me now. He indeed shows devotion towards me...hmm...not enough, I wanna see him in action.
"Checking on your mental health, huh?" I nodded. I need to mess with him anyhow...but how? I need to turn our conversation into something bad. Hm...
"You know how it goes. Always asking these boring questions day by day in the hope to get us sane." Jerome smirked digging his nails into my sides "They think we're...crazy. Unlike them, our minds aren't blocked from an invisible hall in our heads." It hurt a little but at the same time it was giving me chills. The pain turned me on, feeling his warm breathes on my skin just increased my horniness. He's good. But no, I have no time to get distracted by this.
"Being free is great, isn't it?" I smirked, now I knew how to fulfill my plan "You can have so much fun outside. Terrorizing people, torture them...kill them...I'd do anything for a simple kill." I sighed. I wanted him to say all the things he does day by day; that we will escape, that we will terrorize Gotham, that we will be king and queen.
"Soon we'll be free, doll. I already work on the plan. I just need to fix some...uhm...some details. We don't want any difficulties, do we?"
"Interesting," I chuckled and sided back on the bench, away from his lap "You've included I did not accept a partnership? You haven't convinced me at all. You're a boring criminal unlike anybody else in here. You have no fortes nor are you appealing."
"Who else in the room fulfills your expectations? Sionis? Greenwood? Or even Dobkins?" Jerome laughed in confusion. You could see he was about to say something else but at the same he didn't know how to start "They are wannabe-criminals. They kill with no bigger intention. Just to...well," he obviously nodded at Greenwood "onlyto allay their hunger in money or...because their fridge's empty."
"Oh, I'm pretty sure they all do fulfill my expectations though. Together they're the perfect constellation of what I want as a whole. I see them as a great team" I smirked "I mean, Dobkins is the distraction, Sionis organized the shit an Greenwood is the killer. I'm sure, I'd plan the perfect crime with them. I figured they're good people. I'm impressed of Sionis' cleverness, Dobkins and his voices - I mean, who's not fascinated by a schizophrenic? And oh, Greenwood! His bloodthirstiness is killing me! And he's a useful one because. well, he's a maneater. No corpse, no crime if you understand me."
"Well, I'm not an as big meat lover as Greenwood...but see, I'm a very resourceful fella. I get you arms, I'm good at making deals, and I keep my promises." His grin cramped as if he was about to explode due to my permanent rejections. We're on a good way!
"Resourceful doesn't mean useful." I rolled my eyes "People can make many promises but there's no guarantee they can keep them. I need a man who can assure me he can always keep his promises. Hard to find those kind of people."
"Your man is sitting right in front of you." he gave me one of his dark grins. His eyes though expressed impatience, confusion and despair. He seemed to be clueless not knowing why I rejected him and how he could convince me. Love it!
"Hm," I pursed my lips thinking "I ask you something, sweetheart" I bent forward to him, my head was close to him; our noses touched "Would you trust a silly mommy killer who's got caught after his first kill and now tries to wrap you around his finger with nonsense? Or would you be convinced of his childish and crazy beh-..."
"I am not crazy!" His nostrils widened while his aggressive breathing, still squeezing my throat tighter "Look at me and tell me I'm not crazy!"
Perfect! The word crazy was his weak spot! I can tease him to awake his little inner monster, then we can talk about a deal. But just with this simple word...I wouldn't get him... hm... oh right! He hated his mother!
"Oh, but you are crazy Jerome! Your mother was right abou-..." I couldn't finish my sentence, I broke him.
Jerome smashed my head against the table that my nose broke. Tears were built in my eyes and some even streamed down my face. My nose was pumping in an unbearable pain, I felt the blood how it was floating down my lip, then my chin, and finally dropped down on my clothes.
Jerome the grabbed a bunch of my hair and tugged my head up to face him. The tug on my hair hurt a lot, it felt like he was tesring all my hair from my head. His ocean blue eyes expressed fury, his aggressive breathing became louder, his muscles around his mouth as his eye lid twitched. Oh, he was about to explode!
"You're very strong, you know that? I admire that." I grinned mischievously. Since I couldn't get enough of it, I wanted to do more! Hurt more and kill!
In anger, Jerome violently pressed my head against the table. It felt like tons of metal or anything would pressure my head. His body was pressed on mine as well. I could feel the heat of his body, his intensive uneven breathing as the higher pulse in his chest.
"Valeska! Let go of her!" A guard yelled hectically opening the cell door to help me. But they were just a burden. They would ruin my plans.
Fast, they ran towards us already placing their hands on their guns and electro shockers.
"Hey, hey, hey! It's all fine guys! Jerome and I are just have a disagreement about a topic we discuss. It's all under control." I gave them one of my sweetest smiles to assure I was fine and that Jerome didn't need be taken back to his cell.
"Yeah, right. Scarlett and I are just having a little discussion." Jerome gave them a forced smile through his gritted teeth still holding me tight.
"We check you out, Valeska!" The guards nodded at them and slowly turned back to the cell entrance.
Jerome stared at the cell door for a while making sure they wouldn't see what Jerome was about to do with me next. This part of my plan was adventurous! Dangerous, but adventurous.
"I admit, doll, I enjoy your teasing and your little mind game - you're courageous. But never forget," he leaned his head against my ear, his lips touched my ear softly and I could feel his breathing against my skin. It was giving me chills, never have I ever imagined so much adrenaline would pump through my veins because of Jerome "I am the boss. I wouldn't hesitate to kill you even though it would impede my plans."
"Oh wow! Since your hollow words sound so compelling to me, I'd like to add something..." Due to Jerome's stupidity, I could still move my arms, so I punched his stomach. He grunted and cramped so I could break free. What an idiot, I really need to teach him things.
Then I stood up and pressed his head against the table, then I grabbed his arms pressing them on his back that he couldn't move.
"You know, I really underestimated you Jerome," I leaned my head against his ear "You're clever, strong...and your interest in me is astonishing!... even though I'm teasing you over and over again...I'm like a parasite that's nested in your little brain that tortured you, ain't I? paid off! Your features and character impressed me...somehow. And as an I want you to kill an inmate. Show me what you're capable of! Prove your devotion and skill and I'll consider you! I promise!" I meant everything by word. He indeed impressed me. His train of thoughts, his character, and now his little inner monster. Of course, the attack on me was nothing spectacular...but see: he would quit his plans just to make me shut up. It was something. Not everyone would do that.
"So compelling bit your words seem so hollow, doll." Jerome cackled. Oh no! I know what he was gonna do, he switched the roles. Now I was the ass and he tried to play with me! He's clever...
"I never break a promise," I grinned "Trust me and I'm all yours," I cupped his cheeks softly pressing his forehead against mine "That's what you want, don't you?"
Our noses touched, there was just a close distance between our lips, we both couldn't stop staring at each other. I'm about to say it was almost magical. We didn't say a word nor did we make a move. We just stared at each other for seconds, or maybe even for minutes. I don't know what happened in these minutes. I just knew I could trust him from now on and so could me. Somehow I knew we'd be a great team, some days with arguments, other days with a perfect cooperation.
"Look closely." Jerome grinned and stood up making his way to any female image that might annoy him. I did what he said:
He strolled over to an older lady who was dancing in a corner, singing for herself. She looked half dead already, like it just took moments until she died on AIDS or other diseases tha weakenher skinny and wrinkled body. Jerome turned his head to the cell door making sure the copsmwouldnt pay attention to him when he was commiting a murder. He grabbed a fork from another table while gazing at the other inmates who gave him a confused look. He hid the fork in one of his sleeves, then grabbed a bunch of the victim's hair pulling her close to him and stabbed her - stabbed her neck, her back, as her stomach. She winced in pain, it sounded like she wanted to scream for help but couldn't due to her internal bleeding. The blood filled her lung that she started coughing and spitting blood, her wounds were bleeding and wouldn't stop. She was about to bleed out.
In the end, Jerome whispered something in her ear before he let her collapse on the ground that she died in her own blood puddle. Then he placed the fork back to the other table and made his way to me acting as if nothing has happened but having aslught grin on his face.
I just grinned back - he was my man.
"You enjoyed the little show, doll?" I stood up running to meet him and wrapped my arms around his neck with a mischievously smirk. His arms were wrapped around my torso tightly, signalizing he didn't want to let me go.
"Pretty much," I smirked "And now I keep my promise"
"You're mine"
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spasmsofthought · 11 hours ago
flashes. (dick grayson x reader)
I’m not really well-versed in DC, at all, but I wanted to give this a shot. let me know what you think! It’s a bit of a mess, so please take this with a grain of salt and some grace. sorry if he feels ooc; I tried my best but I am by no means an expert or even an amateur. please be kind. idk if i’ll write anymore for him, but i wanted to try. it might be trash but it’s out there now xo
It’s not like Gotham is known for being a walk in the park. The city is all alleys in the middle of the night, dark vapors rising from sewers, and secrets in the shadows. At least, in your experience. 
There were no gated communities or fences to keep the darkness out in the apartment complex you lived in with your family. Only survival and common sense keeps you returning to your bed and food on the table.
So, when your younger (genius) brother is offered a scholarship to Gotham Academy on what feels like a whim, the world shifts. 
When your mother still works, though, it means you are the de-facto adult during the day. Your job keeps your busy in the mornings, hers during the afternoon and night. You’re just getting into learning what it’s like to handle a job and bills of your own, even though you’re still living with your family (part of it is to save money, part of it is because you just don’t want to leave). Your family is the only real home you have ever known. Why leave to only find inadequate housing where you have to worry about your safety and theirs separately?
So, like every month, you swap out of your work clothes, put on your newest (at least 2 years old) pair of jeans on, the only blouse you own that hasn’t faded or stretched or shrunk from countless wash cycles, and grab the bag you’ve stored in its own special place in the cabinet by your family’s loud, old, run-down fridge. 
You chance a ride on the bus, hopeful for no public catastrophes today. You listen to your small, but loved, playlist through the one earbud that works during the ride and you almost want to leap with joy when you step back down on concrete like this is what it is like everyday.
The architecture is a thing to behold. There is no wonder why this is acclaimed as the most prestigious private school in Gotham. Light is everywhere, and it’s like the outside world doesn’t exist. Every month you step on this campus it’s like you’ve never seen it before.
The grounds are meticulously groomed, everything in lines and straight edges. Concrete and nineteenth century buildings both cast heavy, sharp shadows in the late afternoon sun. There are some students lingering about, all grouped up and chattering in their similar uniforms. Compared to public art, haphazard graffiti, and buildings of all shapes and sizes, this place feels foreign. Different. It makes you feel strange and unwelcome; like entering a different world altogether. 
When you enter the pristine, elegant office, the entrance door propped open, there’s two figures you immediately spot: the secretary and the man standing in front of her. Your brother is yet to be found. He’s running late again. 
“Hi, hun, take a seat,” Grace’s sweet voice soothes from her position behind the desk. “He should be here any minute.” The man standing in front and a little to the right of her glances behind for second, casually swiping a look at you, before he turns forward again. 
“Thanks, Grace,” You exhale as you sit down. 
The chairs are nice, soft fabric and cushioned, but small. You so desire to bring up a leg to draw close to you, but it’s impossible without making yourself a human pretzel. And you don’t want to dirty it with your less than perfect shoes so, instead, you chose to bring the bag onto your lap and you pick at your cuticles, resisting to bring your nail to your mouth and chew on it anxiously. 
There’s never been anyone else in here when you’ve come before. Grace can make polite chatter, but then she leaves you in relative silence. It makes you feel anonymous. The man uttering sweet words to the secretary and then glancing at you again before sitting down next to you does not. You stop fidgeting with your hands and intertwine them together instead. 
A flash of the ceiling’s fluorescent lighting on glass against your eyes is what you first get a taste of, then all polish and silver, or something like it, cradling a wrist. The watch looks heavy, expensive. It looks like it could buy your family a newer, safer, apartment in a suburbia far away from here. 
“Hey,” Smooth as honey it drips out, and you are drawn to blue eyes and ebony hair. There’s a softness to his face and his eyes are warm. It would only take an hour, you think before you stop the thought from going any further. An hour to do what? You’re not sure, but the list expands the longer you take him in.
The first thing you ever learned on the streets when you walked by yourself to work was how to be aware, vigilant; on guard. Men were unpredictable creatures who were driven by greed or lust or power, and any of the good ones were swooped up and carried away to better things or dead before any second glances could take place. Or carrying on just fine behind their high fences and impenetrable walls. Just because this one introduces himself first does not mean he has proven otherwise. 
“Hi,” is all you can offer, a quirk of lips to his gesture of kindness.
You glance towards to door before your eyes make their way back to him. The gesture doesn’t offend him. There’s a familiarity to his face, but you decide to not spend time right now trying to figure it out. It already only tells you one thing: this guy is way out of your league. 
Grace gets up from her seat, rounds her desk, and makes her way out of the office, leaving you two alone. You watch her the entire time. 
“You waiting for someone?” 
“Yeah,” You nod even as the word comes out, “My brother.” 
He leans back like he’s got all the time in the world, and there’s a perusal that makes you taste butterflies and gulp down caution at the same time. You wonder if he saw the scuff marks and stains on your worn-out sneakers, or if he notices that you still haven’t had the chance to wash your three-day old hair and that’s why it’s up and back, and that your blouse is definitely from the clearance rack at Goodwill.
“Your favorite one?” 
Out of self-preservation, you try to hide the reaction to the humor you feel, “My only one.”
“I think that’s the same thing.” You almost want to roll your eyes. But there’s a genuineness in his conversation, like he means the words he’s saying to you. Like this isn’t a game. 
“Sure,” You shrug, “You’re allowed to be wrong.” 
“My name’s Richard.” It’s old-fashioned. It’s something you don’t really hear rolled off of tongues in your neck of the woods, that’s for sure. A hand comes out and rests halfway between you and him, and it’s one of the most graceful things you’ve ever witnessed in your entire life. 
“It’s nice to meet you.” You smile. Your hands stay clasped in your lap. 
“You gotta earn a handshake from my sister,” A voice pops up from the open door way. You swing your head around and watch for a moment as your brother makes his way towards you.
“Hi, J,” Your stand, open your arms wide, bag moved from your lap into one of your hands. His solid presence allows a brief hug before he steps back again. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude--” 
The man sitting next to you has chosen to rise as well and you’re closer than you thought you would be when you turn back to him. You notice now that your height means your eyes literally meet his lips straight on. There’s a curve of a smirk there for a flash of a second before it straightens back out into the smile you saw at first. The rest of your sentence is forgotten. He takes one, two, three steps back.
“You got them all?” The question saves you. Your brother pulls you back to him as you hand him the brown plastic bag. In it? His favorite snacks from the liquor store on the corner (the nearly sold-out, hard-to-come-by ones). 
“Every last one,” Your hands come to his cheeks, turning his face to each side.
You have to reach up now and it strikes you just how much he’s grown even in the past month. You both spend much of your time on the phone with one another. These monthly meetings set-up frequently enough for deliveries and some quick face-to-face time and seldom enough to avoid embarrassment (that’s what he says anyway). 
He brings the chip bag out and holds it up, “You even got these.” 
“Geraldo got them special order just for you.” 
“Tell the old man I said thanks,” He smiles like he’s seven again, spoiled and self-indulgent. “Richard” is still standing behind you and to the side, silent. You can feel his eyes flipping back and forth between the two of you. 
“Of course,” Your hands smooth over his shoulders and brush away imaginary dust. “Mom sends her love and says she’ll try and call you on her lunch in a few hours.” 
“Yeah, I know. I’ll make sure I answer.” 
“Thank you.” You exhale an affectionate sigh. 
Avoidant loner that your brother can be, there’s a reason you both want him here. He’ll be able to do the things you only dreamed of when you were his age. And one day, hopefully, you’ll all be out of this hellhole, onto better things. 
“I gotta go, but thanks for these. Even though you should be saving every penny,” He chides, holding up a finger like his words are somehow a threat. 
“Okay,” You chortle like you wouldn’t give everything up for your brother in a heartbeat. There’s another quick hug before he’s looking back at the man behind you, who is still standing there like some sort of stealth ninja. 
“Like I said man,” He nods and there’s something in his face that changes as he looks at “Richard”, “You gotta earn it.” 
It’s with those parting words that he begins to walk out. You stay stock still for a second before you leap after him, “I wanna hear all about what happened last week with Cara tomorrow on the phone!” 
Your brother, a mile away already on longs legs, shouts something indistinguishable back at you from down the hallway, his figure turning a corner.  
“Who’s Cara?” The voice brings your back to reality. 
You sweep your palms against your jeans and turn back to face the man with a three-piece suit and a watch that probably costs more than 20 years of your salary. Oh God. 
“This girl my brother asked out the other week. I bribed him with some of his favorites so he would tell me what went down.” You shrug your shoulders, not worried about spilling the tea about your brother’s romantic life. 
“Does he know that?” His arms seem to relax a little more and you think you could stare at him all day. 
“Eh,” You say, creeping back towards the open door. Your small crossbody bag is already on you and there’s no reason to sit back down. Richard follows you as you, apparently, both start to make your exit from the office. Nothing about it feels unnatural. “Sometimes you got to persuade instead of demand.” 
“Ha,” There seems to be something you are missing based on the way his mouth curves and his eyes spark, “That’s the truest thing I’ve heard in a long time.” 
“You’re welcome. That’s the only one that comes for free!” Your arms swing back and forth. “Anything else is gonna cost you.” 
The hallways usually feel like a labyrinth here, but you don’t feel lost this time. 
“What forms of payment do you accept?” You pretend to be thinking, but really you’re just glancing between the different features of his face. You’re not sure you’ve ever met someone like him. You’re not sure you ever will again.  
“The bank’s closed right now, actually,” The wariness is back. This guy walks like he’s used to treading on perfectly paved gold streets in his shoes. All you’ve ever known is cracked cement and rusted pipes that burst underground. “But I think it’ll be back up and running soon.” 
He doesn’t falter and there’s no anger or hurt in his expression at the metaphorical rejection. Instead, it looks something like silent patience. Maybe even acceptance. This guy could totally not be interested and you could just be being (too) ambitious. The door to the open courtyard, and your way home, is already before you both. 
“It was nice meeting you Richard,” You say as you begin to take steps forward. Your hands nervously hold the strap across your torso. You take a few more steps before his words turn your head back to him. 
“You can call me Dick,” He says with ease. The tone makes you feel like he’s speaking a language you don’t really understand. His blue eyes seem like they’re on fire; a contradiction, you know. There’s something about him that almost makes you catch your breath. You’ve never been been winded by just looking before. 
“Maybe I’ll see you around.” You offer, hands squeezing your bag strap. 
“I look forward to earning that handshake next time!” He calls out when you’re several feet away. 
I think you’ll earn a lot more than that, you almost say, but refrain. 
Instead, you wave back to him once before making your way out of the courtyard, caught between staring at your shoes and looking ahead to make sure you’re going to right way. You smile and daydream the entire bus ride home. Blue becomes your favorite color. 
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marc-pewpew · 14 hours ago
Warnings:nothing really the reader is just a very smart mouth person
Tim Drake x reader
 Tim POV
‘Does she even know what she’s doing,god why didn’t she have to be on her phone in class it’s like she wants to be called on by the teacher’ he looks at Y/N as she walks down to the board, she acting like she know the answers.
Solve the problem
Man she doesn’t know answers
She started to solve the problems take this c-,well Ms.L/N i was not expecting you to know the answers you got all of them right
“I know”
Sit down Ms.L/N
‘Oo- that was such a relief’
“Hmm Tim Tim?”
‘Oh nothing,I was just talking out loud’
“I can tell your surprise to see I know the answers huh”
‘Yeah it was surprising for me and probably for Mrs.belladonna’
Ms.L/N Mr.Drake please be quiet
“Sorry uwha”
She looks back at him and starts smiling
‘Why are you so smiley today?’ He said as quite he could be”I’ve been having a good day I guess”
‘Hmm it’s my first time seeing you so happy’
Me and Y/N been dating for a while but i never seen her so smiley before,
“When we get back home can we watch a movie or play video games?”
‘Yeah,we can’ looking up from her to look at the clock ,
12 more minutes and will be home
Liking back at his paper
Class we will not be having homework as it the weekend and it’s a five day weekend as the police think there might be a attack from the League(is that how you spell it?) villains which will might damage some school property and will might be a traumatizing thing for students so everyone stay home until we email your parents about the attack on the school and let’s all pray that Batman comes and finally arrest them for all they have done to Gotham
“What if your atheist? do you still have to pray?”(not to offend people)
Ms.L/N can we not talk about religion
“You just started talking about religion though you literally said pray for the school”she started rolling her eyes
But being atheist is bad you worship the Devil
“ musinlonjaneun agma sungbaejaga anibnida”(Atheists are not demon worshipers, and let’s pretend you know Korean)
What Ms.L/N don’t understand you gibberish language
“Korean is not gibberish and I’m not a demon worshiper don’t believing in god and they don’t mean in going to hell so shut the fuck up you ugly ass Bitch”
Her glare man why is she so pretty
What Ms.L/N
“Nothing,if you didn’t hear me the
First time I’m not telling you again and if you get fired do look at me for be discriminative to a language, continue you’re stupid ass class”
‘Hmm did you mean to said that in korean?’
‘No filter Huh?’
“I guess” she shrugged her shoulders at me
Class is over remember that you don’t have school tomorrow and five days weekend,now bye students
Everyone got up and walks out the door to hall way including me and Y\N
‘Do we back up everyone today?’
“Mhm ,they outside already”
‘Okay,let’s start walking’
It’s was silent she wasn’t talking like she would be doing
“Yea Timmy?”
‘Why are you not talking?your silent now you we’re just talking in the class’
“Oh,I’m just thinking about what game we should play when we get home”
‘What video game have you been thinking about?’
“Don’t know yet,how about you?”
‘Uhh nothing yet too’
We started laughing at each other
“Oh hey hyoln”
Can we go now
“Shut up Damian”
‘Alfred is here’
After they all got home
“Come Tim Tim”
She pulls me to my room
“Let’s leave them all behide”
‘Ok,whatever you want’
I sit on the floor in front of the TV and turned it on
“can we Watch a movie I still can’t figure out what game we should play”.’yea it’s fine,what movie’ moving The remote to Netflix”
“Hmm”struggling her shoulders ‘damn,uhh how about this?’ Point at random one “sure”
Another one of my shit endings
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rick-rayson · 16 hours ago
a request pleasejonathan crane x reader, how would jonathan (and the batyfamily) react if jason falls in love with the reader, but the reader only wants her boyfriend jonathan
A/N: There are several versions of Scarecrows character, and most incarnations have him as an adult, the same applies to Jason so I'll be going with their older roles.
Also I wrote this in an indented style.
This is greatly rushed ngl, but I hope it still works!
WARNING(S): Minor arguing.
TAG(S): Slight Angst.
"How would the Batfamily react if Jason fell in love with Reader, but R only wants her boyfriend, Jonathan Crane."
➯ Jason loved you dearly, so much so that he'd found himself, on more than one occasion, dreaming about you with a softness he knew not the existence of. You made him feel delicate, vulnerable like glass. He adored this feeling just as much as he feared it. A guy like him could love? He felt unready, undeserving. But there was no one else he'd rather be unready with than you. To put it simply Jason Todd was in love, and nothing made him more elated then when he realized he was in love with you.
➯ However, Jason was not unfamiliar with being used as the worlds personal chew toy. There would always exist a looming fear, whispered 'what if's and lurking 'maybe not's.
➯ To his misfortune, you were already taken. Long before he mustered up the courage to accept his feelings, you already had someone. It hurt more than words could ever say. But being the decent human he was, Jason respected that immediately.
➯ However, one day he was feeling bold, a stroke of extroversion dripping from his words as he said, "So who's the lucky someone? Think they could come to dinner tonight?"
➯ When Jason asked that question, never did he or the rest of the Batman Family expect you to actually answer, nor did they expect you to bring your significant other that night. But what was the most appalling, was who you brought. Jonathan Crane.
➯ "Are you insane?! You brought a psycho killer into the manor?!" Jason was absolutely flabbergasted, he closed his heart when it came to your affections.. because you loved a renowned criminal over him? His heart was shattering. It wasn't fair.
➯ "I love him, Jason!" "He's taken innocent lives, Y/N!"
➯ Jason on most occasions, found himself at odds with the Batfamily, but this? They agreed with him. The moment Jonathan Crane entered the room the air grew cold. No, no they couldn't allow this. They'd rather you bring home a petty criminal than someone the likes of the Scarecrow. Dinner is cut short and cruel words are exchanged in full.
➯ The only way they'd even think of accepting your relationship with Jonathan would be if he'd let go of the criminal life. If not then you'll find your relationships with them strained.
➯ But they couldn't deny, the soft and adoring gaze Jonathan had painted in his eyes when he'd look at you. "It's fine, we can have dinner at home tonight if you'd like." He snaked a hand to your waist before he grabbed your coat for you. Before leaving, Jonathan spared a glare to Jason, in his eyes was amusement mixed with caution. Even a blind man could tell the man was also in love with you. But Jonathan would not let up, he'd risk it all if it meant he could stay with you.
➯ The Batfamily looks to Jason in pity. They were aware of his feelings before he was. The nights he'd stay up just to await for a message from you, the little trinkets and charms he'd gift you whenever he came back to the manor. The way you made him feel alive. It all dulled down as you kissed Jonathan and left without another word spoken.
➯ "That man is trouble." Jonathan mutters between the skin on your neck, he pressed a kiss to your jaw, eyebrows knit in confusion at the sound of your laugh.
➯ "You two have something in common then, no?" You swayed in his arms for a moment before he spoke up once again.
➯ "In more ways than one, I'm afraid." Your lips parted, but he pressed on with an emotion unknown to you gleaming in his eyes. "He looks at you the same way I do.. however."
➯ "I only look at you this way." You brought his forehead to yours, your eyes filled to the brim with melting adoration.
➯ "It'll only ever be you, Jon."
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1-800-creator · 16 hours ago
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um i made these but idk if i’ll do anything with them but the whole scenario is basically
Girl moves to Smallville and becomes friends with Clark. She still goes to Gotham to visit her dad on school breaks, one day he forgets something and she takes it to him at work and meets a young Bruce Wayne. They’re all besties now.
If it was hard to tell they’re all supposed to be in high school probably like juniors or seniors. She met Clark when she was 8 and Bruce when she was 10. They’re all like 17 or 18 now.
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pierrot-party · 16 hours ago
The New Vigilante (Yandere Tim Drake Headcanons)
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A/N: Out of the batboys, Tim is the one i understand the least. I did as much research as I could, but if this is too far ooc, i apologize and I hope you can enjoy it anyway
This follows the theme of my previous posts for Dick and Jason
You are a vigilante, your city’s own guardian angel, and despite getting your outfit from thrift stores and athletic shops, You were doing quite well for yourself, even getting a few fans in the process. One day, after taking out some thugs that were doing a shake down, one was getting away, … until he showed up.
“So you’re the new vigilante people are talking about”
Tim found out about you online and was very concerned
While Dick, Jason, and Damian will only bother learning about your identity after you met, Tim uncovers it before he goes to your city to chat as Red Robin
Out of all the boys, he tries the hardest to turn you away from ✨the life✨
It really catches you off guard when Red Robin divulges information about a bunch of bad things that happened after becoming a vigilante and how he lost a lot of people.
He thought by spilling his guts, you would see the reality of being a vigilante, or at the very least he would be able to say he at least tried to do something when something bad happens to you.
While it did give you a lot to think about, you didn’t give it up.
Tim really tried to let it go, but he found himself going back to your city again and again and again. Old habits die hard, just couldn’t stop himself from prying into your business.
It’s actually kind of funny how he would try to get you to convince you to stop WHILE stopping criminals with you.
When it becomes clear that you’re not going to stop, and that he can’t seem to leave you alone no matter how hard he tries, Tim comes up with a solution
He makes the executive decision to expand Wayne Enterprises into your city and chooses to run the branch there.
He’s also the most successful in the training offer because, unlike the other boys, he’ll actually ask to teach you stuff
He also upgrades everything of yours, he puts tracers that are connected to his computer. The one on your suit (and probably some on other items) will update a log every 5 minutes so that he can see where you’ve been
Because he’s been working you, his obsession with you grows and he decides to meet you as Tim Drake
He really tries to be as close with you as he can both in and out of costume
He tries to use any window of opportunity to be around you. If he gets too busy, his mind casually gets him to think about what you could be doing at the moment-
And OOPS! His hand slipped and he’s either looking through the city's cameras to see what you’re doing, or looking through the cameras on your electronics
As an endnote: I think Tim would be the quickest to seal you away from the world because all it would take is one near-injury for him to regret being lenient in his stance on you fighting crime
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ragingbookdragon · 18 hours ago
I’m Only A Crack In This Castle Of Glass (Hardly Anything Else I Need To Be) PT. 7
Batfamily x Batsis Story
Word Count: 2.1K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst
Author’s Note: Anyone order a part seven? Cause I got a part seven for y'all. Enjoy! -Thorne
Ever since the meeting that night, she’d gotten more letters from her family than she’d ever received in twenty-one years. Not that she decided to read them. The first line from Dick’s letter was, ”I never wanted you to leave because of me. If only I’d known…”. She couldn’t keep reading, and she wasn’t sure if it were from guilt, sadness, or anger, but there was something there that she didn’t want to face.
It didn’t stop there though. They kept coming even if she tacked a return to sender on it and sent it back. She’d even labeled one and written, ”Stop writing me.” but that didn’t stop them. Wally texted her every other night on top of the letters and she wanted to strangle him through the phone.
She knew though, that if she could keep holding out for three more months, she’d be home free. Wherever home was at this point. Every city she kept thinking about had some type of vigilante and there was nothing that didn’t; eventually she decided on Coast City. Somewhere warm and sunny, and as far from Gotham and Central as possible.
Of course that little voice in the back of her head just kept telling her to talk to them, but she was going to be as stubborn against it as possible—but time was dwindling, and so was her resolve.
“Ophelia, have you seen the extra bag of espresso beans? I can’t remember where you put them the other week.” She waited for a response. “Ophelia?” she turned and frowned. “Why did I accept the manager’s position when I can’t even round up my workers?”
She walked out of the storage and wiped her hands on the rag at her waist. “Ophelia?” A giggle sounded at the counter and when she walked out, her eyes went wide at the sight.
Jason was leaning against the counter with that smile he used to use on the models at the galas. He smiled at Ophelia. “Tell me, what do you make better, the cappuccinos or lattes?”
“Well, I make a —”
“She makes a mean ‘get in the back and find my espresso beans’,” she grunted and both of them jumped.
“Melisandre!” Ophelia stuttered, pale cheeks flushing pink. “I thought you were in the back.”
“I was. Think you can go find the coffee beans you put away?” She shot Ophelia a stare that screamed ‘scram’ and the girl nodded, hurrying to the storage room.
“Aww, why’d you run the cutie off, Melisandre?” Jason queried. “I was going to ask her out on—”
“Can I talk to you?” she interrupted, voice barely containing her seething rage. “Outside.”
Jason shrugged and shoved his hands in his jean pockets. “Sure, but be careful, people might get suspicious.”
She grunted and walked outside, listening to him follow and when the door shut, she turned around and hissed, “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was just getting coffee.”
“Oh, don’t play dumb with me, Jason. We both know that’s a load of bullshit.”
His eyes narrowed and he noted, “You’ve really gotten comfortable using foul language. You know that, (Y/N)?”
She glared at him. “What. Do. You. Want.”
“You won’t answer our letters,” he shrugged. “Didn’t have a lot of options to talk.”
“And showing up at my job is the better option?” she griped.
“It was that or your house, (Y/N). Take your pick but you can’t have both.”
“Well, maybe my silence is supposed to be the answer to those letters. Did you think about that?”
“I did,” he nodded. “But after the third letter being rejected, I decided to go big or go home.”
(Y/N) growled. “Go home.”
Jason smirked. “No.”
“I’m not fucking joking here, Jason. I don’t want you coming here. Ever.”
“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn,” he retorted then stepped forward and grabbed her wrist. “You don’t wanna talk willingly, fine. I’ll make you talk to me. And if I have to show up here every day, I will.”
“No, you won’t.”
Jason cocked a brow and tightened his grip. “You wanna bet? Because I’m not Dick and I’m sure as hell not Bruce. I don’t have a day job to get to.” He smirked. “I can do this all day.”
(Y/N) bit the inside of her cheek and thought for a moment then sighed and yanked her arm away. “Fine. Come to my apartment after five. We’ll talk there.”
“Don’t thank me yet,” she interrupted coldly. “I’m agreeing for one meeting and then you fuck off back to Gotham City and leave me the hell alone for good.” She spun on her heel and started back for the door when his voice reached her, tired and pained.
“Do you really hate all of us? Do you really hate us like you make yourself think you do?”
(Y/N)’s feet felt like lead and she stopped, gazing at the glass door. “I don’t know, Jason.”
“Then let me help.”
“You can find the apartment on your own. I know you’re good at looking for homes.” She slipped in the café door, leaving him standing there shocked and hurt.
Sure enough, a minute after five o’clock, her doorbell rang and she called, “It’s open.” The door opened and shut, and she looked up from the little kitchenette, watching the way Jason walked into her apartment, gazing around the empty living room.
“Shit, do you live in a home or a prison cell?”
(Y/N) grunted. “Nice quip. Come up with that by yourself?”
He wandered into the kitchen, leaning back against the counter as she prepared dinner. “What’re you making?”
“Chicken marsala,” she replied. “You’re here to talk. Start talking.”
“Are you going to be a bitch like you were the other night or can I ask about life in Central the last three years?” she shot him a glare, warning him, but he paid it no mind. “You going to school?”
(Y/N) nodded. “I go to Central City Community College. Take classes all week at different times.”
“What are you studying?” he asked.
“For now, general studies, but I’m minoring in political science.”
“Planning on a four year after you graduate?”
She shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not.” Her hands stalled for a moment. “I don’t have the money for a big school to get a bachelors.” Shaking her head, she chopped up the vegetables. “Figure if I can get a job in the area, I can scrounge up enough to start the process though.”
“Might take years,” Jason noted, and she nodded.
“Yeah, hard work usually does.” (Y/N) glanced at him. “What’s Cassandra like?”
He blinked, evidently not expecting that, though he recovered and smiled. “She’s great honestly. Kicks ass better than anyone I know.”
“Even Batman?”
Jason huffed a laugh. “I’m sure she could wipe the floor with each of us if she decided to not hold back. Her mom’s Lady Shiva and her dad’s David Cain.”
“I don’t know who they are but I’m assuming from the tone that they’re not exactly the best parents in the world.”
“No…they’re not.” He agreed. “David didn’t teach Cass how to speak so she’s been mute all her life.”
“I’ve heard the few interviews she’s given,” (Y/N) replied. “She’s very eloquent when she does.”
“Shakespeare’s influence. And probably Emily Dickinson.” He smiled. “I leave her a lot of books to read so I can be her favorite.”
She snorted. “Yeah, that sounds like you.” Sliding the cast iron skillet into the oven, she sat at the crappy metal dining table, Jason taking the seat on the other side. (Y/N) scratched at the table. “Does Bruce like her?” she questioned lowly, and he nodded.
“Loves her like she’s his own.” He her with cautious eyes. “Just like he loves you.” Jason watched the emotion flash across her face, quick as lighting, a deep sorrow, then she was humming.
“Well, that’s good then.” She cleared her throat and looked at the clock. “How’ve you been? I hear a lot about Outlaws.”
Jason chuckled. “Yeah, that’s my band of renegades. Me, Roy Harper, and Koriand’r.”
“Remind me, those were Speedy and Starfire, right?”
He snorted. “Arsenal and Starfire. But yeah, close enough.”
(Y/N) got up and pulled two glasses from the cabinet before going to the refrigerator and getting the lemonade. She poured them both glasses and sat back down. “How’d you manage to wrangle two of the Titans into your posse?”
“Kori willingly tagged along, and Roy won’t leave me alone,” he griped, sipping his lemonade.
“Mmm…and how does Dick feel about you stealing two of his exes?”
Jason choked on his drink, spilling it on the table and down his chin. “That’s not—” he coughed. “That’s not what that is.”
“Uh huh, sure it’s not.”
“It isn’t,” he glowered.
“Riiiiiiight,” she drawled out with a grin, then took a sip and set her glass back down. “Figured you’d get Cass along with you. she seems like she’d be fit for Outlaws.”
He shook his head. “Nah, she’d be better off with Tim and his Young Justice weirdos.”
“She non-lethal?”
They dwindled into silence until the timer went off on the oven and she pulled the skillet out and set two plates on the table. “You’re gonna feed me?” he asked as she handed him a fork.
(Y/N) scoffed. “Duh. I’m a bitch, but I’m a bitch with manners.” She smiled sweetly. “But you have to leave afterwards.”
“Mmm…can I crash on your couch?”
He shrugged. “Figured I’d try anyways.”
They ate in silence, occasionally speaking about their lives the last three years, and when the food was all gone and the lemonade drunk, he sighed and reclined in the chair.
“What?” (Y/N) questioned and he shrugged.
“Dunno…I’d like to do this again soon.” His teal eyes found hers. “It’s been too long since we were together.”
“Tread carefully,” she murmured, looking at the wall and he sighed.
“Sis, talk to me,” he begged. “Even if it’s just to tell me how much you hate me, just talk to me.” She didn’t respond and he sighed again, standing from the table. “Thanks for dinner.”
“…I hate that you all put Gotham and every civilian before our family.” Jason stopped dead in his tracks and turned, gazing at her, though she didn’t tear her eyes from the wall. “I hate that the only time I felt like anyone paid any attention to me was when we were at galas and even then, the attention was just for show. It didn’t matter because all anyone wanted to do was get the hell out of the manor and go on patrol. It didn’t matter because I wasn’t like any of you. I wasn’t a part of the real family.”
Tears gathered in her eyes. “I hate that I spent more nights sitting in a dark and silent manor than spending them with my family. I hate that I never had a normal family growing up where we’d go for ice-cream after school and attend school performances. I hate that I got stuck with a bunch of siblings hellbent on giving every piece of themselves to the world and they couldn’t take one night off to have a family night to save their lives. To at least pretend to be normal.”
(Y/N) finally took her eyes from the wall and he felt his heart tighten as the tears slipped down her cheeks and she breathed, “I hate that I was born Bruce Wayne’s biological daughter and I’d give anything and everything I have to be someone else’s daughter and sister.”
Jason’s mouth felt dry, and he didn’t have single thing to say to her and she whispered, “Is that what you wanted to hear, Jason?” she blinked. “Because that’s what I feel every morning I wake up.”
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, and she cleared her throat, wiping her cheeks.
“Yeah well, I’m three years passed sorry.” (Y/N) nodded to the front door. “You should leave now.”
Jason nodded but his feet didn’t move. For a moment, he couldn’t move them, then he sucked in a breath and started edging back to the door. When he neared the door, he pulled it open and paused, looking back at her. “(Y/N)?” she didn’t answer but he said it anyway. “I love you. More than you’ve ever known.” He sighed and stepped out, closing it behind him.
(Y/N) buried her face in her hands and sobbed alone at the dinner table.
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batarella · 18 hours ago
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A boom tube that lasted that long couldn’t have taken him anywhere near earth at all.
This wasn’t Planet Earth.
This was somewhere far, far away.
She limped to Jason’s side, looking at the three suns setting peacefully. It was a beautiful sight. And he would have marveled over it if his heart hadn't already dropped beneath his feet. She was silent. And tired.
But even as his body told him so, he didn’t feel like resting anytime soon.
His voice was the only one for miles.
“Where the hell are we…”
Sometimes, he needed at least just a gentle reminder that he was lucky to be alive at all.
Or, more accurately, that he was alive again.
“How much farther?”
They marched. Behind her, the earthling had fashioned a shield over his head with his brown leather jacket.
“I told you I don’t know.”
“It’s called a heist!” He kicked her in the stomach. It didn’t put her down for too long. “It’s what I do to survive!”
“I ought to kill you,” the earthling choked, “and I’ll be doing the universe a favor.”
“Go ahead…” Her one hand held his arm. “Kill me…”
WORDS: 10,519  |  TW: VIOLENCE
“You know, I don’t usually condone hijacking,” he cried from the passenger seat and threw out the empty jetpack.
“Shut up and shoot at him!”
“I’ve never met anyone who looks at the sky as much as you do.”
That made him snicker, and not just through a breath out his nose. Jason let out a hearty, soft chuckle from deep in his chest, and it caught more than just her attention.
“If you lived where I did, you’ll understand.”
As they walked back to the tents, she spoke.
“My place is,” she breathed hesitantly, “big enough for two people. And a lot cozier than yours.”
“Heal him,” she growled again. Anyone who heard her might have also been convinced it was that easy at all, the doctor included. His fingers were trembling when he touched Jason’s frozen head, neck, and chest.
“He is dead,”
“Thanks for that,” he said to her.
Only N/N’s side-eye returned the attention, seeing that he was watching her with a smile so subtle she would have missed it.
“I can’t leave the fleet,” she whispered, careful not to touch his lips.
Jason was angry. His pulse radiated his rage in paces she didn’t want to count. And his voice reverberated from the pits of his chest.
Before long it was time to go. This is what they’ve worked tirelessly for. This was the finish line. They won.
Nothing. That was no longer her name.
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batarella · 19 hours ago
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Jason Todd is lost in an unknown realm light years away from Earth.
With not much hope to find his way back, his only companion is a cruel alien cyborg from the enemy fleet,  one he’ll have to get along with to survive.
Like the headlights that blind as death holds them to his face, the eyes that stared at him were as cold and empty as any blank red bulb. As they glowered like a sniper’s scope, she was gone. N/N lied through her teeth with her last words. Her humanity detached itself from its already weak ties; her face was as deathly as a gun’s smoking muzzle, ready to place a bullet between the eyes that crossed her.
Or crossed Z’arr. She had no thoughts. She had no feelings of anguish, vengeance, or anger. She was a machine powered by the hands of another, a robotic puppet no different from a remote-controlled toy truck. An android.
“Are you in the mood for a show?” Z’arr asked his men. They cackled in response and one of them clubbed the back of Jason’s head with his pipe of an arm.
All it took was a tap on Z’arr’s wrist, a control display that completely rid his precious N/N of her own mind.
A Kryptonian. And no other.
The machinery that held her arms opened, and before the rest of them could even hear the smoke exhaust, N/N obliterated the glass with her fists and leapt for the weakened Jason.
His back couldn’t possibly have broken that many walls on its own, but N/N held him by the shoulders, pushed without the aid of the wind to fly. With gravity being a feeble force no match for her strength, she threw Jason four rooms down.
Had his heart found its way to his head?
Because it was throbbing like one, like fists rattling a steel cage with an agitated gorilla calling for help.
But the blood had reached his eye sockets. For so long, all he could see was the red that spilled from his hairline; the stinging iron that would not leave his tongue. His back should have been in pieces. Perhaps it was, and that his flesh had the cruelty to hold itself together while none of his bones were intact.
He coughed a mouthful of blood. Around him, cyborgs were fleeing out of the food room. Some stayed, watched as if entertained. Some in horror. It was no different from the nosy crowds back at home.
Something grabbed him by the collar on his back, lifting him up so he hung like he was in the gallows. Jason clawed relentlessly at the static tightening in his neck, then he laid eyes on N/N who held him up like he weighed the same as feathers.
Her cold, red eyes. Nothing terrified him more. And she wanted him to have a slow fall into death’s arms, when he could feel his life being torn from his lungs. Jason reached for her arms, her shoulders. “N/N…”
Nothing. That was no longer her name.
It should have been a bullet that hit his chest, but nothing sliced his skin. Instead, it was her fist-with the might of an elephant’s foot leaving a crater on soil. The back of his head soon met a wall.
The shooting pains in his ribs stretched to every nerve stubborn enough to hold on. Already, N/N was in front of him, her feet not even touching the ground as she flew, then she held Jason by the neck to the wall.
“N/N,” he cried, “please. Please, it’s me…”
One hit to his ribs. Another to his face. The words only seemed to agitate her more. He couldn’t tell what was in his lips-if it was blood, sweat, tears, or all three. His jaw had broken by the third hit.
“Enough talking!” Cyborg voices echoed from outside. “Fight back, earthling!”
His body was skidding across the floor. Each time he rolled over his back, his bones punctured further into his lungs.
“He’s not even hitting back!”
“Is he crying?!”
More blood left his mouth. As his arms struggled to hold him above ground so it wouldn’t further shatter his bones, N/N slammed her foot against his back and for once, his screams were all to be heard. His vocal chords had distorted and he couldn’t even recognize his own cries.
Only once did he have this many bones broken before.
Just once.
That night.
But this time, it was worse. Because what gouged through his throat to rip his soul out was no one he hated. It was N/N. N/N. She was doing this to him.
This wasn’t her. This wasn’t her. This wasn’t her.
With the side of his face cementing itself to the cracking ground, he could move only his eyes. There was a wall in front of him: a wall tainted with his blood.
Still, his heart, granted with too many chances at life, would not easily slip away. His eyes trailed up to his assailant, a beautiful cyborg with the hands that once held him so gently, now watched his face distort as her foot dug further into his spine.
No pain was greater than having both the mind and body shatter all at once.
A push of a button.
That was all it took.
N/N stopped and stepped away. She was as stiff as an object, a piece of machinery, standing still and upright just as Z’arr approached them from behind.
“What’s another assessment, earthling? It is the test before we’d bother to replace your parts.”
The Martian did not kneel to his side and only looked down on him like he was dead pest on the ground.
“You’re a stubborn one. We can work with that,” he turned to his me. “Take him back to his cell.”
That night, the pain could not lull him to sleep like it tends to. Everything was silent. Everything was deafening.
She shattered all ten of his ribs.
More than that, he was sure. He couldn’t, quite literally, lift even a finger.
His breaths were counted. Even with shards of his own bones puncturing his lungs, he forced himself to breathe. Every time he did, it was like driving a knife further down his chest.
Nothing had ever been so broken within him that he wished death would just waltz in invited, but he wasn’t allowed that. Not this time.
N/N broke him.
N/N did this to him.
But it wasn’t her.
But it was her.
Always. She’d always been so capable of being so cruel. How was this any different from how she treated him the first time they met?
If only she were as capable at the Watchtower or at the deserts as she was now, he wouldn’t have died differently than in the pitiful state he was in.
One dose of their magical serum wasn’t enough. They had to come in and inject him twice for anything to work. Apparently, they never had a recruit with as much damage from an assessment as he did.
They never had N/N for a torturer either.
Days after, or perhaps it had only been hours, Jason had healed. The pain was still there, of course. And even when it no longer hurt to breathe, it hurt to still exist, to live.
From within his cell, he could only sit and watch as they did the same atrocities to Roy as they did him. Only less, since he was no Lazarus-enhanced earthling. But he was strong all the same and they deemed him worthy for a few parts. His eyes and arms especially. The better to shoot arrows with, dear.
When they left Roy with the serum snapping his bones back into place, he had the strength to look up to his friend. He should be furious, screaming at him for even having the heart to just sit and watch. Hell, Jason didn’t even have the decency to look away.
But he was just as quiet.
Even he knew Jason was long gone, even with all the wounds healed and fixed. He was shattered and no serum could ever fix that. This test wasn’t to see if their bodies were capable. It was to rid them of their humanity and hope.
He was only sorry he couldn’t save Roy, like all the other times their shenanigans were only saved by the strike of luck. Roy stared at Jason for the whole of the night. He accepted this. They’d accepted death. If only it was the same as dying, it would have been okay.
His Red Hood helmet disturbed the darkness with a beeping red light, as it did when it received a message from its transmitters. He didn’t hold it up to his head, but he at least had the strength to listen.
Deleted the message before it even finished. This was delusion at this point.
As if it wasn’t her doing, Jason closed his eyes and let the last lingering memories of N/N and her smile bring him that momentary peace. It lasted the night, almost as if her arms were close around his shoulders.
By the end of it, there were other hands that grabbed him, leading Jason out of his cell. There was no saving him. There was no saving this.
They made the hallways as narrow, cold, and empty as possible as if they purposely wanted their hope to further become ash. They held his arms behind his back, as if it were needed when Jason hadn't the strength to even speak.
They passed a room where the cyborgs stood eerily still, without the mind to at least twitch.
A cyborg with the face of a beautiful blue-skinned alien was being rid of her arms, replaced with the same as the Brainiac’s androids. Beside her was one who’d already gone too far to be saved, a friend of hers that no longer had a face, but a cold, empty skull he’d seen far too many times. Soon enough, they’ll be supply for Brainiac’s next invasion.
He couldn’t understand the thin cyborg-with the same built as a grasshopper-holding a holographic clipboard. From the looks of Jason’s anatomy projected above the screen, they were replacing a whole lot of him, more than they should. His arms, already so large, looked double its size. The cybernetic replacements for his thighs looked deadly enough to snap three necks at a time. His brain would be completely ripped from his skull and his chest no different from a steel shell of a machine’s engine. His handsome face would be no more, and instead by a faceless plate of metal with two slits for eyes and a mouth nothing more than a dent. It looked exactly like the Red Hood.
His heart: a cold piece of fuel, like the battery of a ship.
His hands, most of all, no longer looked to be of a human’s. In place of fingers, palms that flushed red of his blood, he had blasters out of his wrists; guns like the ones Bruce repeatedly told him not to use. Karma was not just a bitch. She was sadistic, too.
A tank. Of course. They wanted to build him to be a tank. Like N/N.  
He all but rolled his eyes.
The room they took him in had a pod where he’d lie down. They strapped the large man to the bed, even when he showed no restraint. Above him was a blinding white light: the last he’d ever see with the eyes he had now.
He always did think he had pretty eyes. Blue. Like the dust clouds of a nebula on the black skies.
Jason closed them, wanting the feel of his fluttering eyelids to last. Then he let the dreams play out: the dreams of home. The visions were peaceful, gentle.
He thought those visions would stop when they’d drill a screw into his skull.
But it stopped when no other than a sudden flash of fire that scorched the room in black, dispersing ash. Then there were the shrieks of frantic pigs, or the horrified cries of birds.
His eyes shot open when the fire hit too close to his face. Once more, his blood was pumping like it only took then for anything to wake him. He struggled with the shackles but couldn’t move. The fire killed more of his captors. The only one who lived was the grasshopper who put up no fight and instead, curled at the corners of the room begging Ora to spare him.
She did, thankfully. Ora shed her disguise as one of Jason’s guards and sighed as her mohawk almost touched the ceiling. “We don’t have much time,” she said, already throwing Jason his helmet and weapons. “We’ll get you out of here.”
Was this that very delusion?
Should he take it?
The Fleet did an awful good job making sure there was none of that, even when hope was being served on a shiny platter with a bib around his neck.
Ora tore the shackles apart. “Come on-“
“Are you sure?” Jason asked. If it were any other case, they’d already be out the door. This was the days of mental torture talking. “We can't get out of this-“
“Aya has Roy. A ship is waiting for us. Let’s go-“
“Why are you helping me?”
Ora shook him by the shoulders.
“N/N made me promise. That enough of a reason for you?”
No prison cell could keep her down.
Or at least, stop her from saving Jason one last time.
Ora didn’t wait for Jason to object. She sped out the door, shooting fire out of her hands at anything that moved. The alarm blared through every speaker in the Station, and already, he could hear the many cyborgs coming in from the ceiling, the corners, even the floor.
“Ora,” Jason pleaded when his legs grew too weak, “N/N is too strong-“
“I know you’re afraid of her,” Ora held Jason by the waist, “we all are. There’s no one in this ship with half her strength.”
“I wasn’t going to say I was afraid, but that was reassuring.”
“Let’s just hope we don’t have to run into her.”
When her fire could no longer melt the steel, they ran by foot out of the food room for the hangars. The walls suddenly broke down at the might of a Mace of the strongest metal.
Aya shielded herself from the flying debris with her gigantic metal wings. At her side, strapped like a babe, was Roy shooting arrows at incoming cyborgs they didn’t even see.
He raised a hand to Jason like a salute. Then Jason grabbed his guns from his hips.
Roy jumped to his side and they paved their dangerous ways into the rubble. Soon enough, the ruckus would reach the Captain and they couldn’t afford to allow them the time. Aya grabbed them both by the collars, Ora used her fire to free their path, and Jason and Roy shot at anything that even moved. The androids for Brainiac, the cyborgs that looked still too similar to him, all crowded to stop them.
But they reached the hangar, thankfully, after breaking down several walls. The ship couldn’t possibly have lasted, and the floor quaking beneath them only sealed that. Finally, as if a rush of air was there to greet them, they reached the main deck where the plasma ceilings distorted the vast, open skies; the stars singing their misses for Jason as he realized it’d been days since he last saw them.
Ora started for a ship that would have immediately left the terminal. It was then. Hope. As easily as it’d left him, his soul rushed to every ends of his body until there could only be that haste to save themselves.
That ship, however, did not even get to say its finalities. Hope had a little setback as everyone with a sense stood stiff in helpless fear.
N/N shot from the sky, or wherever she came from, with her red, unblinking eyes much like the burn of a star. Her feet landed on the ship itself and it posed no fight nor chance against her weight. The whole ship broke down beneath her; not even with a dent or a crater. It exploded like a canon shot through the whole of it until it was nothing but ash and flying debris, fire catching like a warm, dramatic welcome.
N/N, the Cyborg, grabbed what was left of the ship and tossed it until it drifted out into the vacuum. Like waves parting for a terrifying deity, the fire subsided and the other cyborgs, a whole army of them, stood at the side.
Earthlings stood no chance. That wasn’t a question.
Tamaranians and Thanagarians could. They were strong by themselves.
But against a Kryptonian?
Perhaps not even the Justice League could easily get out of this, like they hadn't when the whole team went against Clark.
Like death in space.
Like the stars that made no sound.
Or the hovering asteroids that wouldn’t whisper even as it collided with its own brethren.
Ora shot what she could out of her palms. But the flames were subtle. Scared. She was so terrified of her own friend, she couldn’t even hold the sweat from extinguishing her own flames.
Aya was no different. Perhaps out of everyone, she feared N/N the most. The largest, most capable being out of the ones on his side, the mace on her hand was shaking like something quaked her.
Jason and Roy. The supposed helpless earthlings. They should be afraid. For what was left out of their lives, they should at least anticipate what would come.
The glowing red eyes had set them as targets. N/N stood unmoving, arms stretched and ready to pounce like a waiting lioness. Her feet looked unshaken even with the ground beyond repairs beneath her.
Help her. Save her.
The voice that echoed, he hoped to ignore.
At Z’arr’s unspoken command, N/N tore through the winds like a bullet shot out of a large gun.
He wasn’t spared the warning of at least having seen her move. The next thing he knew, Jason was pinned to the wall several yards away. His back tore a crater once again, but the pain thankfully didn’t have to last. As he stared at N/N’s eyes, bright enough that it hurt to look, there was nothing but blankness. Not N/N. M-812
Aya’s mace reverberated through the whole part of the ship. The impact was so large, so loud, the clang of metal sounded the same as a ship crashing on cold grounds. To the side of her head, finally, something was strong enough to throw N/N off her stance.
Then her aim was set on Aya, a grit showing that it at least hurt. N/N and Aya pounced at each other like two panthers at a brawl from opposite ends of the ship. No wind stood a chance in their way.
Jason fell but he didn’t wait for the rest to come for him. Not with the cyborgs and half-done androids coming for them. Ignoring everything in him that shattered, he shot at anyone and anything, hiding behind a large cart that’d been thrown to its side.
Roy was at the other side of the hangar, shooting at the bots that flew over his head. Some of the arrows struck just the right place for it to come crashing to the floor. The others that missed, he sadly could no longer retrieve when it escaped out of the plasma walls and out drifting into space.
He could last like this. He could survive the thousands of cyborgs. With a blaster or two and a best friend who stuck to his side, they could last.
But what happened above them was infinitely more interesting.
Aya’s wings shot her miles above the plasma threshold. Holding her throat, N/N did not scream. The wings that flapped like a hawk caught in a storm blurred what they could make out of the scene. The shards where the feathers should have been were terrifying. They pounced for N/N’s skin, but none could pierce it. Aya flew them both further to the sky as N/N thrashed in her hold. When Aya threw her off, immediately she clubbed her with the mace to her head before N/N could recover.
Unfortunately, it was all she could manage. Aya couldn’t keep up with N/N as she narrowly drifted and swerved away from the mace.
Aya was too slow. When she lunged herself forward, N/N threw herself to grab the Thanagarian by the shoulders, squeezing until the metal crushed beneath her fingers. Then she spun, fast enough for a whirlwind to appear even in a vacuum. Aya was thrown back to the ship with an impact that engulfed a part of it in flames.
Ora had only just held off an army of androids from her tail when she looked up, knowing she was the next target.
She hovered like a star and shone like one.
Like the Kryptonians Jason knew before her, she was flying over the ship. To no force that could pull her to the grounds. To no wind that could stand in her way; like a deity, like a god who saved, only she wasn’t. She floated above their heads, fixating her aim on Ora.
Ora thrusted herself up like a rocket. A blast was enough to hold her off, for a while, but N/N escaped the dark flames unscathed without even her skin twitching from the burn. The red from her eyes shone through the ash and she soar from yards up the ground like a failing comet, a light trailing behind her as she dove, and grabbed Ora by the throat.
They disappeared beneath the ship’s deck, destroyed as they shot down stories below and obliterating everything in their way. Past the floors, breaking at each impact of Ora’s back; the hole on the ground was enough to quake the whole ship, and for how large it was underneath, it took minutes long before they exploded out of the hull below.
Somehow, Ora lived through that. She was fleeing back up to the heights above the Station, even with it slow to collapse possibly into two halved pieces. Her shots of fire did no damage and her punches couldn’t make even a dent.
When N/N threw her miles from where they hovered, Ora propelled herself with powerful thrusters bursting past the lack of light. And with that built strength and speed, she pushed N/N off her steady hover until her back ultimately met with Aya’s mace.
The Earthlings on the hangar, surviving with whatever thread of a life they could helplessly hold onto, would soon run out of ammo and arrows. Thankfully, they’d put up a fight against the relatively weaker cyborgs. If Jason had the sense to be sarcastic, he’d joke about being the baby. When Roy rushed to his side of the cart to hide with him, however, he beat him to that.
“How does it feel not being the big guns for once?” Roy screamed.
“It’s a fucking treat!”
The battle above to the stars and the one below it was the kind of chaos that shouldn’t have lasted as long as it did.
When N/N had her attention set on Aya, she flew them away from the ship to the stars none of them could see.
Then Ora fell to their side, shielding Jason and Roy before the cart that protected them lost its stretch of life. They rose from their place on the ground.
“The lower decks!” Ora cried through the screams. “Get the Mother Box!”
Ora overheated an android just before it would have come for Jason.
“The Mother Box! He can save N/N!”
She didn’t need to say more.
Jason and Roy might as well have held hands when they paved their way through the unforgiving crowd of debris, laser blasts, and even limbs thrown to their direction. He shot his blaster, praying the ammo wouldn’t die until they’d reached inside the ship, and Roy used the last of his arrows and even picked up stray rods from the ground to shoot at the cyborgs.
Through the hole N/N made on the main deck, Roy stuck an arrow to the floor, fashioned a rope to its end as quick as a boy scout tying a knot, and they suspended themselves down to the collapsing floors and slabs that was almost falling out of their beams. Just before someone cut the ropes, they fell to the lower deck and they rolled to extinguish the fire on their clothes.
“Do you know where we’re going?”
“Just run!”
More tailed them. Some flew. Some crawled like insects. One thing was for sure: too many of them were after a couple of earthlings supposedly posing as no threat. They blindly shot behind them, but as they reached a hallway that curved corners like a maze, not a lot of them could keep up.
When one android grabbed Jason by the foot, Roy had blown up its head with an arrow that short circuited its brain, frying the rest of its body until it was limp on the floor. Another jumped for Roy, and with Jason being larger, he kneed the cyborg to the stomach, shot its head with a blast between the eyes.
A large door at the farthest end of the hallway; probably meant to hold a prized prisoner.
As he should be.
And it was open. Someone was inside.
The incoming mob was growing. Only instead of actual pitchforks being thrown their way, their hands morphed into steel shards like the ends of a knife and they pounced for the earthlings’ flesh. “Hide!” Roy screamed, and they rushed behind the door, bolted it shut before a hand would have grabbed their throats.  
Jason didn’t know if locking the door would be any help without thinking of how the fuck they were going to get out of that place.
But it was the least of their worries when the silence overcame the conundrum. Jason tapped on Roy’s shoulder to calm him. He was not calm. None of them should be calm. But they were quiet, unlike their beating hearts.
Captain Z’arr hovered like a ghost. His face, sharp as if his chin could cut steel, was as unmoving as his glare on them. His eyes were red, but they didn’t glow like lights. They were blank and dark. And in his hand, the damned scepter with a shred of Kryptonite encased near the tip.
Roy drew an arrow from his quiver, only having so much left behind, before Jason held out an arm to stop him.
Behind Z’arr was the very answer to this discourse: the bright, blinding beacon that so suddenly filled Jason with the needed hope.
It was all so tragic. Of course, the Fleet of cyborgs would want him. A Cyborg that could change bank numbers at just a thought, who had a connection to every artificial intelligence or anything with a circuit board in the universe.
Whose physical strength was just the tip, the very tip, of what he could do.
Perhaps the King of all Cyborgs.
Victor Stone had grown thin and worn. Whatever horrors they’d put him through, months after he was last seen, it’d taken its horrific toll. He posed a fight, that was certain, but he was alive. He was intact.
He was asleep, stuck to the wall with his arms outstretched like the Vitruvian Man.
Had they rid him of his humanity? Of his mind? Had they already done their damage enough that saving him would only risk the whole universe?  
His face, bruised from unspeakable horrors, did not answer. But it moved as if to take a breath. Cyborgs didn’t have to breathe if they weren’t programmed to.
They could save him still.
Z’arr hovered to them, and the wall stopped Roy and Jason from backing up any further.
“We might be pretty fucking useless out there,” Jason gulped, “but I wouldn’t underestimate us against you.”
The Martian did not laugh. “I would not underestimate me either, earthling,” he grinned. “You might know of my kind-“
“Your kind, who you were supposed to fight with for your own planet,” he shot at him.
Z’arr took no liking to his knowledge of his history. “Watch your tongue.”
“Or what?”
“I am the Captain of this Fleet-“
“And you are a weakling who sucks up to superiors by sacrificing his own men. And you’ve done it twice.”
Z’arr shot a shard of metal he got from God knows where at their direction, and it bounced off the steel door before Roy and Jason separated.
“You do not know of what you speak-“
“I know exactly what I speak.”
Roy, at the other side of the cell’s holding, hid behind the crates and desks while Z’arr shot another slab of metal at Jason.
“You betray the Green Martians,” Jason shot with his blaster, “and now you betray the Fleet-“
Z’arr flew to where he thought Jason hid, but the asshole somehow made it to the ceiling, and he jumped for Z’arr with a knife to his shoulder. Z’arr shrieked before he pried it out, but Jason already hid somewhere he couldn’t see.
“First the White Martians, now Brainiac? Is you being a suck up ever going to stop?”
Z’arr swung his Kryptonite scepter at Jason as if the rock had any effect on him.
“Face it. You’re no Captain.”
Blasters shot for Z’arr’s shoulder. His ear-piercing shriek almost threw him off.
“I am the Captain.”
“A Captain leads his army to war,” Jason said, “All you do is throw your loyalty around because you can't protect yourself, even at the cost of your own men.” Another knife thrown at Z’arr’s shoulder. This was too easy. “You’re the biggest coward in the galaxy, Z’arr.”
That surely set him off.
The Martian cried but no longer to fight the pain. None of the crates could hold him, and as Jason managed to lift one over his shoulders, throwing it at Z’arr’s direction, it merely passed through his body as if he were made of air. Right. Martian. Almost forgot they could do that.
Z’arr grabbed him by the shoulders, pinned Jason’s body to the wall just at Victor’s side. His punches were strong, though none he hasn’t already seen. Jason grabbed his fists, twisted it enough to make him lose his hold. He struggled. He shook. It was enough.
“You are of no worth, a brat owned by that annoyance of an earthling, the Batman,” Z’arr growled, “do not underestimate me.”
“I think I overestimated you.”
“Have you always been this much talk, you insect?” his static voice eerily crept to his ear. When Jason grabbed him by the throat, he snarled back.
“My guy, that’s the point.”
Z’arr looked at him quizzically amidst their struggle for power.
“You know what the Batman taught me?” Jason grinned, “Keep your enemies talking.”
The realization hit him like a brick.
Roy had unknowingly placed bombs all over the walls and crates that scattered around Z’arr. All it took was for Jason to kick him to the ground, brace for cover, then Roy shot at the trigger. At the slightest impact of the arrow’s tip to a bomb that wasn’t even an inch in size, the whole side of the wall exploded into bursting flames: the one thing Z’arr could not stand.
He disappeared into the cloud of smoke and the flares too bright for them to see through. Maybe he perished, burnt to a crisp. It sounded that way when his shrieks were as painful to hear as a knife being driven into their drums. When the explosion subsided and the room was covered in debris, their first instinct was to rush to Victor.
“You alright?” Jason asked Roy.
“I’m fine. How do we wake him up?”
Any wrong touch could be lethal to Victor.
What they did to the holding cell, however, didn’t afford them the chance to find out. There was a lever, much like the throttle for a ship, that was pushed way up on the control panel. The rest of it were buttons he no longer understood. That red lever looked to be the obvious answer.
Without warning, Jason pulled that lever down.
The tubes that held Vic to the wall exhausted open, with month-old smoke spewing out of the many cracks. Only a tube that clawed itself to the back of his head held onto Vic. He fell to the ground, the rest of him thankfully unhurt, but he was cold and unconscious.
“Come on, Vic, wake up.”
“We got company.”
The door burst open at last with a whole mob coming for them. “Cover us,” he told Roy.
The tube to his head. That was what reprogrammed N/N.
But Vic was a Mother Box. They couldn’t have possibly reprogrammed him so easily.
It was a stretch that could go horribly wrong, and none would forgive him even himself. But there wasn’t the time, and the rest of the cyborg army was getting too much for the archer to handle.
With his bare hands, Jason pried the tube from Vic’s skull, its claw shooting sparks when it finally detached.
Vic gasped for breath like he’d been held to the ocean for months, the air to his lungs bringing color back to his skin which had grown so noticeably lifeless.
Vic shot up to his feet and threw Jason to the wall. Roy ran for cover.
It wasn’t Vic. It was his armor’s defense system.
The mob of cyborgs stood stiff at the sight of the Mother Box. Mindlessly, Vic’s first instinct was to fire at anything that posed a threat.
As long as they didn’t move, they’d be fine. “Roy, hide!”
They took cover behind the crates. All he could see was this blinding beacon out of Vic’s machine arm that tore through every shape of matter that stood its way. Some escaped, leaped from its way before the shot would have completely burnt their bodies to ash. Vic did not stop until none of the mob was left behind.
When it subsided into smoke, there was silence.
Jason and Roy peaked from over the crates and Vic had fallen to the floor, grabbing his head. “Vic-“
Victor aimed his arm at them, instinctively anxious. They raised their hands to surrender and with a voice the friendliest it could be, something Vic could recognize, Jason hummed.
“It’s us. Jason. Roy Harper. You know us.”
“Stay away-“
“Jason Todd.” He tried reaching out but Vic only kept with his aim.
“It’s us. You're Victor Stone.”
Another throb in his head threw him off his stance. Vic fell forward, clawing at his skull like it was gnawing at his bones. His screams were as low as whispers, but spoke the same pain. When Jason rushed to grab him by the shoulders, Vic no longer threw him away.
“It’s us. We’re here to help. Please, Victor.”
When Jason held his head, as if it were any help to ease him, Vic met his eyes.
“Jason. It’s me. Jason.”
His eyes. His beautiful blue eyes. They spoke to Victor when they had him in their hold. Perhaps it was a reminder of the oceanic blue of Earth, or the homely gaze of welcoming arms.
He hugged Victor. He never hugged him before. But it was the first of what he needed.
“What did they do to you, Vic?”
“I-I was…” he choked, perhaps still contemplating if he spoke at all, “t-they took me, did all these tests…”
“Do you remember anything?”
“I remember everything.”
When his voice dipped into that recognizable depth, he knew it won't be long before they had their friend back
“We need your help.”
“Jason, we have to go,” Roy said when he looked out of what was left of the door. Jason reached for Vic’s arm. “I can walk,” he insisted, pulling himself on his feet.
“I hope you can do more than that, pal.”
When Roy and Vic headed out the door, Jason set his eyes on the Kryptonite scepter left unmoving amid the debris.
And every voice of reason begged him to take it, if their lives meant anything to him at all.
If they meant more to him than N/N.
But it wasn’t N/N anymore.
That thing could kill her.
She’d never forgive him.
He’ll never forgive himself.
They didn’t need it. They had Vic.
But Vic was no Kryptonian.
He couldn’t face N/N alone and win. No one can.
And a voice, the only one he both wished to hear and begged to forget, was echoing into the walls in his head, with the ringing that deafened him and the trembling grounds that pushed him.
Only Bruce had ever singlehandedly faced a Kryptonian and won.
A powerless earthling.
And all that plagued his mind was just that.
How did Bruce do it?
He didn’t have to be Bruce. Not just yet.
But the part of him that was Bruce, a product of fighting years of desperately trying not to be, grabbed the scepter and strapped it to his back.
It at least didn’t take too long for them to rush back out to the halls, past the corridors they’d blown up and the remains of fallen cyborgs left on the ground. Cyborg grabbed them both with his arms and flew them up to the surface.
They suddenly wished they hadn't.
There was too much blood, the engineered blue that spilled on the floor, for anyone to have survived.
Aya laid close to lifelessness in the midst of the fiery debris, without a muscle twitching or moving her mace away from being horribly stretched behind her back. A crate weighed on top of her so she couldn’t heal or even move.
Ora’s screams were horrific before they were finally silenced. Where she laid: a crater the size of a meteorite’s impact on hard soil. Her own flames burnt her, with her arms pinned to the sides of her body and a steel slab that hugged her like a python. Only N/N’s hands could have possibly molded the steel to bend that way.
They should have cowered away like any sane man would, but they only took a step back when N/N slammed herself on the ship’s deck once again.
Her red eyes fixed on them, and her head tilted as if it was curious.
On Vic, of course. Her sensors were probably going nuts at the sight of the Mother Box.
Vic’s defense system was quick to act. When his arm molded into an impressive blaster the size of a tank’s machine gun, the beams that shot out of him were enough to throw N/N across the hangar. She crashed to the wall.
And even when it barely made a dent on her skin, it was enough for her systems to react.
N/N flew like a bullet aiming for Victor’s head. The beams, at least, had the sense to keep shooting quick enough before she would have crashed him. N/N came to a screeching halt, swerved before the blast hit her. And when she was all but hovering over them to avoid every blast that came her way.
But the blasts couldn’t hold N/N for too long. She pounced at Vic like a speeding hawk and grabbed him by the shoulders, dragging him across the metal grounds to scrape it with his body until a long trail marked the main deck. She threw Cyborg for the plasma walls possibly knowing he couldn’t breathe in space.
But he saved himself with his thrusters just before his head crossed the threshold. Vic flew back on safer grounds, firing his beams to keep N/N at bay.
Vic had no chance of getting close enough to N/N’s head, rid her of Z’arr’s control without possibly dying himself.
Perhaps Ora was in that same delusion that N/N still could be saved.
How do you save someone when she was that very thing they were fighting against?
She was a weapon, built to go after anything that posed a threat.
Jason held the scepter, gripped on it tight until his fingers were worn, then he shot the last of his blasters at N/N’s head. It only bounced against her skin, but it caught her attention.
When she set her eyes, her sensors, on Jason, the blank look on her face was much like a recalibrating machine.
With this plan of his, or the lack of it at least, he had to remember this wasn’t N/N he faced.
The Kryptonian Cyborg eyed the scepter and he could have sworn he heard a hiss out of her lips. The first instinct of any programmed machine was to destroy the biggest threat in its way.
What bigger threat was there, other than the only piece of matter in the galaxies that could ever pierce a Kryptonian’s flesh?
Her head turned for a crate. Quickly, N/N flew for one and grabbed it over her shoulders, tossing it at Jason’s direction before he could even move to avoid it. He couldn’t, and it shattered above him. He lost his grip on the scepter and when the crate broke, N/N grabbed for his throat and flew Jason to the closest wall to pin him against it.
She could not touch that scepter if she didn’t want the Kryptonite to burn her. She could only kill the one that held it.  
She flew them far away from the Kryptonite before it could possibly weaken her, and her hand no longer felt the throb of blood beating through her veins. Like a steel rod was being pushed to his throat, it shouldn’t have been long before his neck breaks like shards of glass against a boot.
But he wasn’t dead just yet.
That second was all that mattered.
This time, he had to fight back.
He was Jason Todd.
He died.
He lived again.
And if there was one thing not a lot of people knew,
It was how this was not the first time he ever broke a Kryptonian’s hold.
No earthling should have done it. Hell, he could feel every eye on him twitch, staring widely at the scene so unbelievably true.
His hands were shaking.
But they pried N/N’s indestructible hands from being wrapped around his throat, and as the air shot back up to his head, he only grew stronger. It was quick, a flash one would have missed in a blink.
Jason pushed himself off N/N’s grip and ducked before her fist landed on the wall.
It shouldn’t have happened.
But it happened.
Jason was back on his feet. A voice called out from afar. Roy.
His friend tossed him the scepter.
N/N’s face couldn’t physically distort to look mortified, but she no longer pounced so easily. Not when Jason had the scepter.
With that little shred of Kryptonite, he could end this.
He could end her.
She would have wanted him to.
How did Bruce do it?
How did Bruce defeat Clark all those years ago?
With his undying wit, the immovable willpower to subdue his loved ones when needed, and a pound of Kryptonite.  
N/N was gritting. She couldn’t feel anything, but even then, she looked furious.
But when she jumped for Jason, all it took was a swing of his scepter and already, she was thrown yards across the ground.
Jason held it close enough until she was crawling, shielding her eyes from the Kryptonite’s glow.
He had to be Bruce this time.
Of all times, it had to be now.
Now. To N/N.
This was not the N/N he survived with, kissed, held, and made love to. This was a thoughtless android who’d kill him at any moment’s hesitation. It was no different from their first brawls. That N/N, he needed to subdue. He could do it now. Suppress everything else that happened after.
Tears drenched his face. Was this how it was supposed to end?
Any contact with the rock was lethal. If she doesn’t live through this-
Do it, Jason, Bruce screamed.
“I’m sorry…”
The scepter stabbed N/N by the shoulder. Only then, even when her mind couldn’t possibly have allowed her to feel pain, her screams were the deafening cries of help he wanted desperately to come aid. But he was there to cause it, to draw more of it. The Kryptonite glowed until the light couldn’t allow them to see through their own cries, and when he couldn’t shield it with his arms, Jason lifted the scepter up, lifting N/N along with it impaling deeper into her arm.
She grabbed its hilt, her stubborn, willful spirit still there despite the reprogramming that shouldn’t have allowed her the thought. And when she caught Jason’s tear-flooded eyes, fighting through her screams, he knew there was no going back.
Even when she loses, she does not accept defeat.
So there was a trace of her left after all. Only N/N would have used the last stretch of her strength to spit at her killer’s face.
With wide eyes, Jason saw the end of him. N/N blew onto the scepter and a deathly crawl of icy frost formed where her breath blew like a storm’s wind.
And he couldn’t move fast enough before her freeze breath reached Jason’s hand.
Screaming at the ice that tore through his flesh, N/N crushed the scepter’s staff with the last of her strength, and a string of destruction crept to where he could no longer move. Just as she did, only then did Vic finally get close enough to her, his hand like a claw as it sunk deep into N/N’s skull.
Jason couldn’t feel a thing. Not at first. The ice was enough to subdue the pain.
But once he laid eyes on his frozen hand that’d shattered into pieces, torn from his wrist like it was so easily detached, all the excruciating pain surged in an instant’s wave.  
But he couldn’t fall out of consciousness, not when everything was screaming at him like this.
With his hand gone, the pain felt eternal.
Like the stars burned beneath his skin. There was no finger for him to reach the sky with. Nothing he could writhe and shake to show just how terrified he was. He looked up, at the unending stars splattered like paint. How he used to watch them like a marvel. Now, they faced him in death.
Turning to his side, he was so suddenly drawn to N/N’s screams that echoed out into the chasms.
She was on her knees, crying both from the Kryptonite still lodged into her flesh and Vic’s claw on her skull, rewiring her brain once more. It was belittling, going against everything she’d fought relentlessly against for years. She wanted so badly to have a mind of her own, and she couldn’t even have that.
This had to happen.
Vic held on for the most of it. When it was done, when the light out of her eyes finally was rid of the blank red so at loss of life, her screams came to a halt. Vic released the claw from her head and she fell limp on the ground.
Someone so strong never looked so helpless. So innocent. Not a trace of fury etched on her face.
Even when he just had his whole hand frozen off, and his blood pooling all over the ground, Jason was already crawling to her body. His tears were never so painful to sting his eyes. His good hand reached for her, helplessly. He could barely sit upright, but that was what he did.
Jason crawled to her side with his whole body like hauling a sack. Crying her name in a whisper only he could hear, his pleas were inaudible. Her name, repeatedly out of his lips, was like a prayer. Roy held Victor off from rushing to help Jason. No one can help him.
His senses slowly came rushing. Or what was left of them, at least.
Jason dug through her flesh with his fingers, crying at the obvious pain that would have caused her and the lack of screams, the lack of color on her beautiful lips. He grabbed the shards of Kryptonite that had dug itself deep into her shoulder and he tossed every trace of it far away, past the plasma walls so they may be lost into space.
Every trace of it. Every rock.
When it slowly started to heal, his breaths slowed. His whole body wanted to just fall. Jason held her face, his tears falling onto N/N’s bloodstained cheeks. The loss of blood out of his hand would soon take its toll. As it long should have.
Jason pressed his forehead on N/N’s, begging that she wake. “Please… Please… N/N… Don’t die on me, Tiger…”
Roy kicked the last of the Kryptonite far off into space.
Then her beautiful, soft lips flushed a faint red.
Her cheeks rose with color. And her chest rose as her lungs filled.
When her eyes opened, no longer did a cruel gaze of red light stare back at him.
It was her. Her eyes.
And they stared at Jason like she’d seen the first of a star’s shine. With it, a trace of confusion. Reprogramming rids her of her memories.
She didn’t know who he was anymore.
But she was alive. She was N/N.
The blood loss didn’t allow him the time to revel. Everything had grown dark before he could speak.
The man that held her fell to the floor before she could say anything.
His hand was gone, soiling the metal grounds with his blood. A red-haired earthling rushed to him at the instant, and the many cyborgs that circled them watched her stand as if she was an unfolding scene to witness. And it was.
Thousands of heartbeats surrounded her. She could hear everything. See everything. And every single heart was frantic at the sight of her like they were afraid. They twitched when she moved and their hearts sped faster.
Her fists tightened, ready to pounce at any wrong slight of hand.
There was a cyborg, one that looked different from the rest, that spoke to her through voices that echoed only in her mind. His skin was dark, with half a face left of what used to be his flesh. An earthling, or he used to be one. His voice, only she could hear, was soothing.
Curiously, N/N took a step to the cyborg.
‘We are not the enemy,’ he whispered to her.
She was right to be skeptical.
But his heartbeat was steady. He had one, beneath all the steel. There was no trace of a lie. Like flashing scenes that took its time to gradually come to her senses, he helped her remember.
There was a bright yellow sun.
Tears. There were tears that seeped out of her. Until there wasn’t.
Everything was red. It was all she could see.
Then there was a man, a cruel man with a cruel mind she could read. That very mind was what spoke to her. A man with green skin, red eyes. And for a while, his was the only voice she could hear.
And it told her to do so much she didn’t want to do. The first order he gave was to take the life of the earthling on the ground, then of the other cyborgs like her, of everything that was a threat to him.
‘He is the enemy,’ the cyborg spoke again. ‘He tortured me, too.’
It only lasted days-the resurfacing memories only a handful.
But she could tell there was more to it.
She looked down and the floor faded from sight. Everything was transparent, like the hearts beneath the steel. Her x-ray vision saw past the many layers down to the ship’s hull, searching for that one, frantic heartbeat of a coward running for his life.
When she caught that very heartbeat, she shot herself into the ground, breaking through those borders like a blast out of a gun. Everything broke to her touch, fragile to hold; nothing was comparable to her might.
There. The heartbeat. A coward’s heartbeat hoping none could see him. He was rushing for a ship. Not this time.
Every wall in her way broke against her fist. With speeds blurring the matter that couldn’t keep up with her sight, she tore through the ship’s innards until she reached the secret hangar.
And the man, the Captain, was hiding by the crates, shaking like a lone pup. He posed no fight even with him thrashing like a child in her hold, when she grabbed him by his cloak’s collar to fly them both miles away from the Station.
Where no eyes could see, where only the twinkling lights from faraway stars could witness her doing, she floated into the airless chasm and looked to the skies for the nearest fiery sun.
The Captain figured what she was doing long after she’d flown them another few million miles for a star, a shining yellow with dangerous flares reaching for this man’s skin to burn it. He pleaded, but no sound could come out of his mouth, not when they were here.
She could only remember so much.
But his eyes were as dark as they were desperate.
They told stories; his voice was the same that’d ordered her mind as if it weren’t her own. They told of years, decades, centuries of torment over people like her. They no longer could hide themselves. The truth wanted to come out by itself.
They told of cruelty.
That was enough of a reason.
He mouthed his pleas to her, gasping for breath when she held him by the neck.
The coward was as good as dead, floating into deep space so helplessly. But he looked into her eyes, and his only bore fear. As if the Martian Captain always knew he’d be staring at them when he dies.
Powerful, blinding beams of red light shot out of her eyes the same as the flaring blasts of the star. It burned the Captain’s flesh that withered away into ash, and the force pushed and threw him into the star’s even more scorching flames. Her heat vision did not stop until his body was no longer to be seen, when it was long lost into the star’s burning core, and the last of his life was nothing more than drifting ash.
There was so much hate, her own cruelties. She woke up and already, the blackness in her soul was the first of the slow-moving thoughts; so much fury she couldn’t even remember. Her eyes had grown dark, even against such a blinding sun.
The beams out of her eyes finally came to a slow halt.
Then there was a second of peace.
With the stars and clouds, the flares that colored the black plane of unending space and hummed a song. No star, even with such a fiery core, could hold that much quietness. It went against everything in her heart that screamed from behind the metal bars of a cage.
How could she remember what they were, even when she had no memory of seeing one before?
She was drifting, floating. The stars had no end no matter where she faced and turned her head. It was a garden, limitless. Some stretched their arms to reach for their brothers, light rays of all colors. Some were clustered in clouds in the deepest shades of lavender petals. Some had drifted from the crowds like they wanted their light to show for themselves.
They called for her to calm, whispering for her heart to slow and her thoughts to rest from such a race.
Then she was tired.
Even with such strength, she fell limp.
Then her eyes were too heavy.
So she closed them, listened to the star’s humming of the song only they knew the melody of. Sometimes, when they wanted to, she heard a note play out like they sung. Everything was quiet and black. She didn’t feel the pair of arms that took her away.
It didn’t take much to wake him.
Perhaps it had been days of staring at the shadows beneath his eyelids, counting the hours of the overhead bulbs coming to a dim. He didn’t count them literally. He just knew it’d been a while. The voices changed, too. And the feel of hands that often turned his arm around.
It started when the shadows burned red, the way it did when closed eyes looked up at fluorescents. Then came the feeling of his toes and fingers that wriggled and twitched, his lips that chapped, his chest that hurt after every breath.
Finally, when breathing wasn’t too much of a pain, Jason opened his eyes.
On top of his bedside, his Red Hood helmet watched him wake.
The quietness was eerie. Somehow his head made up an ever-playing note from a key he didn’t know where from. The infirmary was a busy room, but that time, no one had anything to speak of. Not even his friend, Roy, asleep on a thin chair just at his cot’s side. When Jason sat up, already, Roy was awake.
“Thank fuck, Todd,” he gasped when the surprise died down. “Thought you were actually dead this time.”
“My seat in hell’s been long overdue, but I’m not taking it anytime soon.”
“Spare me the death jokes,” Roy gently slapped his shoulder. “How are you feeling?”
“You’ve been conscious?”
“Barely. But nothing hurts too much anymo-“
He should have figured why the passing wind on his left hand wasn’t as gentle on his right. But it didn’t take until he actually saw his own fingers for it to sink in.
“Yeah, uhm,” Roy gulped, “your hand-“
“I know. I remember.”
It looked impressive.
A cybernetic hand. Skin-like touch feedback. Stainless black steel and rods that folded when he stretched his fingers.
“Looks cool though,” Roy said.
“You’d say that if it weren’t you.”
“Don’t be. I blew up her arm once before. We’re even now.”
The cycling debt finally stops.
Really. Don’t apologize. He’ll have to deal with a lot of sorry’s and pitiful looks possibly for the rest of his life. But he was more looking forward to the children gawping at how awesome his robot hand was.
Soft, feathery sheets against his fingers were all the same. He ran his new hand over the surface until it warmed.
“Where’s Vic?”
Roy pointed to a few beds behind them. Vic was sitting upright, talking to the Fleet surgeon with a bag held to his head. He smiled and waved at Jason when their eyes met.
“And N/N?”
Roy didn’t look too worried, at least. Better than what was worst. “Can you walk?”
Jason stretched out his toes and followed his friend down the hallways the Fleet already had repaired. “Ora’s leading the Fleet for now,” Roy told him. “We’re safe here.”
“What happened to N/N?”
They had to go to the Station’s lower decks, through many doors before they got to a holding area with a glass window, and behind that window was a prison cell for a very specific prisoner.
A red sun prison; that had to be what glowed from a compacted star they contained just above the glass dome. No one else was inside, and even outside the dome, it was locked.  
But they could see what went on inside.
And she was there. N/N. She looked calm, quiet, peaceful. Sitting upright on the floor with her back against the glass. To just run to her, hold her; it would have been too easy.
“They said she gets more violent when she recovers from reprogramming.”
“She’s always violent,” Jason snorted.
“Yeah, this time she almost killed a hundred guards when they tried to contain her. The place is lined with lead, so she can't even see or hear out of these walls.”
“She’s just confused. And afraid.”
He couldn’t look away. Not from her glowing eyes. This time, full of life, full of feeling, even with it being darkness. But distant.
“She can't remember a thing…”
When he said that, it only cemented what he wanted so badly to slip from his mind. “She was so afraid this would happen again,” Jason longingly whispered, hoping she was listening.
Roy slapped his shoulder. “Well, you're in luck. It won't last. She’ll remember you.  She’ll remember everything soon.”
He was about to scowl at his friend’s delusional attempt to comfort him before Roy grabbed him by the shoulders.
“Ora told me to tell you. You know how N/N can record everything she sees?” Roy stuck his finger to Jason’s head. “Turns out that Martian dude was a secret hoarder because he just took out the recorded memories from her head so she could be his puppet, but he never got rid of any of them. It’s all stored in the archives they found days ago. Why else do you think Z’arr knew so much about her that nobody else did?”
The soul in him must have gone for a time, because something filled his body like a cold gust of a storm.
“Don’t play with me, Harper.”
“I’m not.”
They didn’t know. They didn’t know what this meant to her; how this changes everything.
How much her eyes stepped out from the shadows as each day they spent together passed.
Her past. Her identity. What she longed to know.
And to think that could be brought back? After the many dark days he sulked in a scratchy infirmary cot, pretending to be unconscious? Because the thought of N/N forgetting everything was so hard to even think about?
Jason was already reaching for her, and even that he didn’t notice. When his palm cooled against the glass, her voice was all he could hear. ‘I could never forget you.’
She said it so reassuringly, like there had never been anything more of a truth.
Just as Jason couldn’t forget her. Not even after decades worth of his antics.
They didn’t know what he and N/N made, what they went through, and promised to remember; when they were alone, the silences and bickers, the stars that watched them and the journey of a lifetime.
Maybe she can have all that.
Without him.
“What if,” Jason whispered, “what if she doesn’t have to…”
What if she can remember the smiles, but not who was behind it?
There was that rage he recognized from the first time they met, the rage that came with fear. But her heart wasn’t hurt, not like how it was going to be.
‘Don’t forget me.’
‘I wish I could.’
What heartaches was she spared from? How many tubs of tears ceased now that Jason wasn’t so much as a distant memory?
She can remember everything else; the journey, the stars, their discoveries. Just not him.
Ora walked into the waiting cell. In her hands, a holographic clipboard. N/N’s anatomy was on display with letters he couldn’t recognize.
“Roy must have told you the news by now. I think we can transfer her recorded memories by today-“
“Can you leave out a few things?” Jason interjected. “Like choose the memories to give back to her?”
“Of course,” Ora said.
“Don’t let her remember me.”
He might as well have told them he wanted to jump out the window. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Jason turned to Ora. “Leave out as many recordings you have of me. That’s only four months. She wouldn’t miss it.”
“Yes, she will,” Ora exclaimed. “You don’t get to decide what she wants to remember.”
“She won't want to remember me if she doesn’t even know.”
Roy felt no differently. “You’re being delusional, Todd.”
“I’m not.”
The sight of her alone, unknowing. There was that slight of innocence he didn’t want stripped away.
She was right all those weeks ago. It should have just been one night. It should have been less, much less than that.
“We’re finally going home, Harper,” he held his friend’s arm, “and I’m never gonna see her again.”
Roy’s face fell. He always understood.
“I just don’t want her to get hurt anymore…”
This could be salvation. From him. From how scared she was of getting hurt; how long he had to wait before she finally gave in against what she thought she wanted.
And he knew for a fact that N/N once wished Jason never should have happened.
There will never be a greater length of pain. But at least it would all be on him. This could be his turn to save her.
“Can I talk to her?” Jason said, holding back the flooding throb in his throat. “Just to say goodbye.”
She wasn’t stable. She was a machine being contained before she tears the whole place apart.
But it was an act of pity, a charity case with it a risk of his own life. Ora opened the gates to let him pass. Hesitantly, Jason stepped in with his heart tucked away, frozen stiff when almost immediately, N/N watched him move like a hawk.
He wasn’t anything more to her than a potential threat. He had to be careful.
N/N walked slowly to the glass like a defensive lioness. Even with no weapons, she looked dangerous. Her eyes were darker now that they were hooded, like she wanted the shadows on them. He never realized she did that on purpose to look even more threatening.
Jason hoped the glass between them was thicker than it looked. Through the filtered audio, her voice echoed out a speaker at the side.
“Let me out of here.”
“I’m not one of them,” Jason shakily gulped. “I’m not the staff.”
She eyed his robot hand but didn’t question it. Jason tried to ignore the coldness in her voice that stabbed him with every word. “Then what are you doing here?”
“I just came to talk.”
About what? He didn’t even know. He didn’t even think he’d get this far.
There was nothing else in her red sun prison but a small cot. “Don’t worry,” Jason said, “you’ll be out soon.”
Didn’t look like she believed a word he said. That would be logical. And completely within her mindset.
When N/N studied him down to his toes, Jason emptied his pockets and hunched so he wouldn’t look threatening even to a fly, though that was hard to do.
“You're an earthling.”
“Yes,” he shrugged.
“And you broke my grip.”
For a second, his throat closed up. “You remember that?”
“Down to the reprogramming and almost beating you to death more than once, I do.”
She watched Jason closely, leaning against the glass and folding her arms over her chest. Her eyes were almost black squinting at him.
“Impressive,” she breathed.
She probably couldn’t even hear his heartbeat and still, anyone could smell how he nervous out of his mind. He only ever witnessed such hostility one other time, and it was from nobody different.
“Are you here to interrogate me?”
“No,” he chuckled, “what would I interrogate you for?”
“You said you came here to talk.”
“Not for an interrogation.”
“Then what the hell did you come here to talk about?”
He shrugged. “Nothing specific.”
That set her off.
“I don’t have time for this-“ She scoffed with the slight filter in her voice prolonged with a sigh, then she turned for her cot.
“You got better things to do?”
She looked awfully close to breaking the glass with her fist.
“Get out of here.”
“Can't exactly do much about that, Tiger.”
Then she actually did try to break the glass, but the red sun didn’t allow her the strength and it just shook violently when her hands slammed against the dome.
“I will smother you with your own tongue if you call me that again.”
She probably didn’t expect him to smile, or at the very least laugh. All Jason did was lick his lips, watch her face move, and grin at what was supposed to be so terrifying. Turns out she didn’t even have to remember much to be inherently mean.
“What the hell are you laughing at?” She growled.
“Nothing.” Just that you’ve said that to me every day for four months and it gets funnier each time.
The throaty breath out of her lips, the gritting hostility that stayed even in her sleep; she was exactly how she used to be when they first met.
She was back. Even without her memories. Now he could look into her eyes and see who he fell for.
“Stop looking,” she groaned. Jason bashfully darted his eyes down. She huffed. “Did I know you before?”
It would have been so easy to slip, fall to his knees and tell her the stories and places they’ve gone; to just burst out the memories he could recite so easily. He at least had to be careful.
“You did.”
He snorted. “Ally.”
She didn’t like him much so far. That was fine. The fake nod looked too awfully trusting, which meant she didn’t.
“Maybe even friends.”
That seemed to surprise her.
“You don’t have to look so offended.” Jason smiled again. N/N distracted herself with the red sun and everything else around the room so she didn’t have to look at him.
“You know I won't trust a word you say until they give me my memories back,” she cocked her jaw. “So I’ll be the judge of that.”
As you should, Tiger.
“Sure,” he coughed. His tight throat should have been enough to kill him. “Yeah, you will.”
Like she studied his words and every stress in his voice, N/N stepped closer with her head to the side. “You didn’t like earthlings much,” he said, “but you didn’t hate me too bad. At least eventually.”
N/N stepped away from the shadows that blackened her eyes so the color would show. Her face softened. Her arms fell. She stepped closer as if she wanted to check that truth even more. She can check all she wants.
This must be it. The end of a whirlwind.
Reaching for her face, holding it in his hand while his thumb fluttered over her cheeks; thankfully the glass was there to stop that.
“I came to say goodbye,” he shakily confessed. “I know you don’t remember, but I didn’t want to just disappear.”
That didn’t shake her. Or even startle her. She just darted to Jason’s shoes, then back up to his eyes. With her fingers tapping on her arm as if to think skeptically, N/N breathed.
“Friends, huh?”
He almost spilled. “Yeah.”
“Anything I should know about you?”
Anyone with a brain or any sense at all would know that the look on his face and his bit back smile said anything but. His whole demeanor screamed otherwise.
“There’s not much to remember about me,” he swallowed. “They’ll probably just leave it out. Don’t worry about it.”
Something just tip him over.
“Bye,” he choked out.
All N/N did was nod; didn’t seem to bother having anything else to say.
Jason went for the gates before the aching would have been too hard to conceal. Whatever was left of his heart, he crushed it himself.
If he went in there to at least have half the fulfillment to make things better, he was miles away from that. Who the fuck was he kidding?
There was no saying goodbye to her now.
Years-worth of memories restored in a night. They sat her down, stuck a tube to her head, and waited. He couldn’t bear to watch when at the end of it, N/N’s eyes shot open and looked around without so much as giving him a second look.
From the safety of an overlooking window, above the cockpit where the view of the whole main deck was beneath their feet, Jason and Roy had settled into the cold enough that none of it was a bother. Neither was the inherent darkness the same as the blank night sky. They cleared the hangar enough for all crew members to crowd about. Some were on ships hovering over the plasma, like boxed rooms of an opera house. The thousands of cyborgs lined on the main deck, of all species and sizes with voices they’d have to try hard to even recognize. There were screams, cheers, some cried out N/N’s name like a plea they’ve held in for so long. That day was a celebration, but it wasn’t for her, it was from the whole Fleet and what they’d just been saved from.
In the upper deck just a floor above, like a stage that overlooked the crowd, was the subject of such a feast. They deemed her safe and stable the minute she remembered everything, down to her beginnings in Krypton, her capture, her limbs torn replaced by machinery, and every horror faced from the deceased Z’arr Z’eran.
And perhaps it was just that why they decided on this feat. If anything, they should have done this sooner.
N/N, Captain of the Fleet, stepped out onto the platform like a shining beacon and the roars were thunderous. At her side, Captains Ora and Aya, who’d sworn to lead by her side as equals. They raised their fists in a salute and the whole ship returned with cries of their names.
N/N’s speech beamed of victorious pride. “We will honor the late Captain J’orr Z’eran,” she said, “his beliefs will be what the Fleet will stand for once again from this day forth.”
They’d recovered J’orr’s body from Zuron days ago. After her speech, they looked out to the starboard side where a steel coffin covered in decorative engravings, the language of the Martians, was being pushed out into the plasma walls. Through small thrusters that attached themselves to its back, they raised their fists as the coffin drifted into space.
“Z’arr’s damage will take years to fix.”
“What does she mean by J’orr’s beliefs?” Roy asked Jason amid the muffled cries of the crowd. They’d drowned them out, but they couldn’t stop watching.
“They’ll stop replacing good body parts for enhancement,” Jason said. “Instead, they’ll give it to whoever needs help, like the disabled, and take in people from around the galaxy who need a home. No one will ever have to be reprogrammed.”  
“But they’re still pirates,” Roy chuckled.
“I never could get her to stop with the stealing,” Jason held back a gentle laugh from the memory. “It’s like breathing to them.”
The crowds parted when they walked down the platform to meet with their crew members: their line of subordinates and advisors, their First Mates, Quartermasters, Sailing Masters, and Gunners. N/N did not smile, and through her pursed lips, Jason could see the underlying fear that had always been there from the beginning. He wanted to go up and tell her how everything was going to be okay, that she was going to be the best damn Captain this Fleet’s ever seen. That he was so proud of what she’d become.
“Jay,” Roy interjected his longing gazes, “don’t you think she deserves to be with her own kind?”
“What do you mean?”
“Clark. Kara. How many Kryptonians even exist?” Roy excitedly exclaimed. “She should be with them. It’s the closest she has to family.”
There was that fear, of course; the same as when they watched N/N fly to the stars and lift crates with just a finger. But each time she went up to a cyborg with a frail leg and one who was so afraid to even speak, it was apparent she did not want to rule by fear, like Z’arr did. She wanted to lead by trust and honor to the thousands who’ve suffered like her.
And those very beings they thought to be the enemy, reduced to being robots and cyborgs when really, they were people torn from their homes and identity, people like them.
“She’s already with her kind.”
Jason watched her raise her fist, and everyone around her cheered along.
“She’s not just a Kryptonian anymore, Roy. She has as much in common with Clark and Kara as she does with us.”
The tortures she spoke of were not only endured by her. Every single cyborg in their crew knew of Z’arr’s cowardly cruelty, and have gone through it themselves.
“She’s a cyborg, too. Her kind has to be the people who know exactly what it’s like to be her, who she knows she can help. She belongs here. With them. These people need her.”
Some even more than others. Some who’d escaped the chilling process of being turned into androids for Brainiac had been restored as much as possible. There were others who could not be saved, some too scarred in the head to be recovered. Z’arr’s damage was too great.
But she can try to fix what she can.
“I once asked her to come with me to Earth,” Jason quietly whispered. “That was wrong.”
His friend squeezed his shoulder. “It’s not wrong to ask, Jaybird.”
But it was.
If only the thought of its magnitude comes into clear, which it only just did for him.
Things will be difficult for the lot of them. But for her own good, for her freedom, it was the least they could do.
“No one on Earth can know about her, Roy.”
Roy was about to object, understandably, but a look at Jason’s face and already, he knew what he was talking about.
“You remember how they reacted to Superman,” he said, and perhaps that was all he needed to say. “Everyone was so afraid of what he could do that they wanted him contained. They didn’t even want him to exist, and all he tried to do was the right thing.”
N/N flew off the hangar to the hovering ships to wave at the men in the cockpits. There was a glint of a smile, and it was brighter than even the stars.
“How do you think they’ll react to yet another god-like Kryptonian? Humanity’s ego is so fragile that they’ll want to destroy anything they know they could never go up against, when they don’t have the higher ground, no matter what they intend. Luthor will convince everyone she’s a threat and the whole planet will want control over her, even worse once they find out what they can do when they hack into her brain,
“They can never control her like Z’arr did. She has to be free.”
And she already was. This was her first to a lifetime of freedom.
And nothing could make him happier than seeing just that; to see her soaring into the stars as if she could take one in her hand, it was all he could wish for and nothing more.
Perhaps to soar with her, but it will all be alright. He should be.
“You can stay behind you know,” Roy said, “I mean you’re already halfway there.”
Roy nudged his robot hand and Jason playfully pushed his shoulder.
“Shut up, Harper,” he laughed.
And to that, as if on cue, Victor Stone knocked on the wall to call onto them. “I got the transmits,” he said. “Most of them, anyway. They did come from two million light years away.”
The first was just half a message in encrypted code weeks ago when Cyborg was still in captivity. It was a signal from the Watchtower, blasted to cross planets just to have some sense of their location. When Z’arr did experiments on Vic enough that his transmitter had ten times its power, he got the first one.
Just that week, when he was strong enough, Vic sought out to find more, out of the trillions of transmitted signals from this galaxy to the next.
And to say the least, they were terrified. Jason especially. Days ago, Roy got the first five encrypted voice messages from Oliver and Dinah and it took half a day for the man to stop crying.
Months ago, Jason was so quick to believe Bruce never even gave him so much as a thought, much less look for him. Didn’t even try to find out if he was wrong.
And how wrong he was.
Today, Vic got twenty-two messages from all of Bruce’s six satellites, the Watchtower, the Bat Computer, Wayne Industries, and another four transmitters from different parts of Earth he didn’t even know about.
And those were only the ones he found.
Vic sat him down and gave him a small decoder the size of a Walkman with earpieces.
Then he was alone.
Except perhaps for the stars out the window. But they kept their silence.
‘Jason,’ Bruce voice shakily echoed, ‘if you’re still alive out there, I hope you’re getting this...’
He couldn’t even face the stars for this.
The message played. There was but darkness when his eyes no longer could hold themselves open. Every part of him wanted to fall.
Just halfway through the first one, he stopped, and those shut eyes were already so flooded with his tears.
They didn’t even need a ship to get to Earth.
Vic was figuring out the math to boom tube them back home himself. Saves them the trouble. And the time. Travelling two-million light years was no easy feat.
But anytime now. Perhaps within the day, they’ll be back home.
It ends their journey. As differently as it turned out, it ends at any minute.
At the Station’s port side, a long and wide hallway stretched out from each end. It was empty, not to connect any rooms or training halls, or even to house the many prison cells they seemed to have.
It was a viewing deck.
It stretched almost a mile long. There were no lights. No sounds from the outside. It was dark, secluded, and almost always empty.
Nothing but the field of flowers in the forms of gas giants and twinkling lights shed light to the hallway.
Jason found comfort in that seclusion and silence. It was like watching rainfall from a roofed balcony in his apartment, except it wasn’t the city lights or neon signs that painted the night. Instead, it was Andromeda’s beautiful stretch of star clusters, planets, a spiral the same as bubbling whirlpool on an ocean. But it was silent. Not a word out of those beings.
He stood far enough away from the exits to hear the footsteps come and leave before being seen. But it must have been the stars that pulled him, distracted him enough that he couldn’t hear her coming.
But not even that was enough for his selfishness begging him to stay. He pretended it was alright when N/N joined his quiet star-gazing. He only saw her face from the reflection. Still, he forced himself not to stare too much.
“I thought you’d leave by now,” she said. “You did come to say goodbye.”
“Delay in transportation,” he snorted, “we’re waiting for the next bus.”
She did not smile.
But there was that twitch in the corner of her mouth that even with just a glimpse of her eyes, the fear had subsided for just a while. And she was living in the now.
Jason did not, for his own sake, want to talk to her any more.
Every word out of N/N was like a piece of him being skinned and torn. It hurt to even be beside her.
“I have to go,” he backed away, heading for wherever. “Nice seeing you again.”
For his own sake. For everyone’s sake. Leave before your weakness breaks you apart and everything you promised falls like a dying star.
His hands were shaking amid the darkness. There was no use hiding it. Not with her. He could never hide that. Not when she listened to his heart like a song.
“I could never forget you…” she called to him.
Then the star fell.
As did everything else he thought was so strong.
Perhaps it was never according to him.
He was hooked by the lights, by her gravity. He couldn’t move even his fingers at the instant she spoke. Everything came to a painful halt and it took too long before his demons pushed him to turn around.
N/N was frozen, too; didn’t grab to hold him like the cosmos must have wanted her. Instead, she was glass, trembling like it quaked.
“H-how…” Jason’s throat closed up and swelled. “You didn’t…”
“I didn’t have to hear your heartbeat to know you lied.”
A stretch of selfishness always was all it took to topple what he once thought to be so indestructible. Such as she. Nothing could break her. Not even him.
Suddenly the space that stood between them was as great as a galaxy. And it stayed that way. She didn’t exactly come rushing to hold him just like that.
“I-I,” he shook, “N/N, I’m sorry-“
“When they left you out of my memories, half my life blacked out,” she angrily exclaimed, “I couldn’t even remember meeting you.”
“N/N, I-“
“I had to go through the archives myself. I had to make myself remember you. You said you didn’t want anyone to control me anymore, so why did you?”
Ripped. Torn. Burnt into ash.
As if the shame hadn't already clouded so much of the guilt. What possibly led him to believe she couldn’t hear one little conversation when she could hear blood vessels bursting?
Like his probably were. Suddenly he didn’t crave the silence so much anymore.
“You couldn’t make me forget you if you tried.”
Perhaps a turn for the worst was a turn for the best.
If she hated him, it would be easier on him, too. But Jason didn’t want her to hate him.
“I’m so sorry,” his voice trailed into mumbles, “I just wanted you to be okay.”
“How is this okay?”
It wasn’t.
It was never okay.
To just take a step back and never return. Perhaps that would have spared him the many months of his own self-torment thinking of what could have been. She should have just flown away.
Because it was Jason who couldn’t handle the hurt, who didn’t want to miss her when she left. And he thought, for a time, that if he had the chance to wipe her out of his memories, he would.
But all it took was a glimpse of N/N’s trembling eyes, her foot that took just an inch of a step back, and he knew that wasn’t at all what he wanted.
He wanted those memories to remind him of a universe that stood just beyond the clouds, the vastness of the galaxy and the next, of the stars so bright his eyes could never see through.
He wanted to go to bed and hurt, longing for her touch, than to live without the tears or ever knowing how that touch felt.
All it took for her was a whisper of her name, then N/N rushed to hold him like every wrongdoing was so easily forgiven.
Oftentimes Jason Todd thought so much of himself that he dictates what he thought to be other’s best. He leaves even when he was wanted. He runs to distances where no one could reach out to him.
But perhaps selfishness outweighs the avoidance of hurt, sometimes, especially when that hurt stemmed from moments of long-forgotten happiness.
The silence was no more, and as they held each other in such an embrace. All the stars in the galaxy sang at once like a choir’s angelic note. The song of the skies, what was so serene and calm, that no matter the fiery flares that burned within them, the peace resonated to any body that stood below them.
And when their arms finally did part, their lips were next to meet. Between the whispers of apologies so easily granted and passed, the tenderness of her touch built up what had so easily been torn down. All the wishes for selflessness and what he thought to be right, masked over by the undefeatable power of her hands that melted. Their lips slowed, strengthened when a distance seemed to creep in. But nothing more, not even the interstellar beings, could stand between them.
Then it calmed, at least for a while. With numb lips, N/N pressed her forehead against his nose. She was so gentle, even with her so infinitely strong.
“You are the adventure that made my whole life, Tiger,” he kissed her palm. “No one else can say the same.”
“Maybe not on Earth,” she hummed.
Six planets. Countless space stations. A billion stars.
No one else could have taken him to the ends of the universe like she did.
“Ask me to stay,” he told her. He’ll deal with the consequences later.
But N/N’s smile was almost lost, her hand falling to lay against his chest. Your family. Your home.
“You belong on Earth,” she whispered, “and I belong here.”
And that was okay.
Everything will be okay.
“What if I loved you?” he sang, like he was one of the stars.
“You’ll get over me,” she smiled as Jason just rolled his eyes at her.
He whispered: “It’ll take a while. I mean it did take three whole months just to warm up to you.”
Perhaps no one else, for all of her existence, could see the same smile out of her as he just did.  “I don’t have to get over you, though” Jason shrugged. “I can just live with it.”
When N/N reached for his hand, touching the metal that was no longer his skin, she sighed to let her year-long apologies endlessly flow before he stepped in and kissed her again. It’s alright, he whispered. Having a metal hand won't be so bad.
Then he held them up.
His steel hand pressed gently to match her steel hand so they were lit by the stars. It was just a glimpse into the depths of knowing what it was like to be her, but it felt closer. That was more than he could have asked for.
“Will you get over me?” he asked.
All she could stare at was their hold, like the waves that ebbed between them were an unsuspecting gravity.
“No,” N/N confessed, and her words, he will never forget. “I don’t think I will.”
She will, to some extent.
But the selfish parts of him that flourished wanted to believe her. Then she found his ocean eyes that could never look away.
“Because you taught me how to love.” Her fingers fell between the spaces in his hands. “You made me see the stars,” she cried. “You brought me the stars. Thank you.”
To Jason, it wasn’t that. She was the one who took him to the many moons and not once did he think to look back.
“Why would I ever want to forget you?” N/N said, her thumb brushing under his eyes.
I could never forget you.
Even if remembering you hurts.
He couldn’t bare not to kiss her again, like every minute he wasn’t hurt and tore out his skin.
Just one more night.
They were in for a world, a whole lifetime of hurt. They were ready for the inevitable, for what waited out there that was a limitless life. To the many more places that called their name and the countless voices they were yet to hear.
And even when it meant they couldn’t spend it together, it didn’t mean there had to be an end.
Just one more night. A moment’s bliss that outweighed a lifetime’s consequence and hurt.
It will all be okay.
In her cabin that continued the familiar darkness, where a lone window allowed them at least a speck of light, Jason carried her to bed, her legs hugging his hips without plans to part.
The galaxy was no different from swirling hurricanes, only that the winds were peaceful, and they only ever brought light without destruction. That very galaxy swirled within them, like the pull of oceans and waterfalls. He shed his clothes, almost ripped hers apart. Then he was kissing every part of her that needed to be cherished, to light her skin like gold and diamonds.
It will all be okay.
His hand did wonders to the static in her body, curling just enough for the sweetest mewls to escape her lips. N/N sank her teeth deep into his neck, inhaling the darkness and the dim blue from out the skies. Then he replaced his hands with his lips between her legs, his tongue, moving inside her to rip out an avalanche of blinding lightness. She could only grab onto his hair, hold tightly onto his arms while they ravaged her body. And on her clit, her sweet rose, Jason played it like a song.
Then he hovered over her, moved inside her. He memorized the feeling of her legs bent almost up to her chest, hugging his sides just so she could feel him deeper. He wanted to be within her, to be just one, then the galaxies moved to be just like a storm. N/N tried, as her senses screamed at her, to lay quietly.
But as Jason sank into her deep enough to have played the riveting chords to its limits, a sudden cry for her throat echoed out into the silence. It was so animalistic, so indiscernible; she can feel embarrassed about it later. No longer did that stop; no longer could she hold herself back. His lips were all over her jaw, her face, while she thrashed beneath him.
It will all be okay.
It was just one more night.
But it lasted an eternity.
She laid asleep, finally having the peace she always wanted.
All night, Jason ran the fingers of his good hand down her head, the curves on her face that rested on his lap, as he sat upright to face the stars.
She destroyed the star he thought had the gravity to hold on.
But a new one took its place. So much stronger than he ever could have done himself.
Jason was strong.
He pulled out the transmitter from his discarded jacket, kept his hand on N/N’s face to never let go of that new-found strength, and put the earpieces on. Twenty-two messages. He had the night.
His eyes were on her as Jason pressed play.
‘Jason. If you’re still alive out there, I hope you get this.
Just yesterday, we declared you, Roy, and Victor missing. You’re not on Earth. I checked five times.
Which means there’s a 0.01% you’ll get this within the year. If you are getting this, it’s been 30 hours since the Watchtower invasion.  
We saw Victor being brought out by the pirates themselves, so that at least puts him in their location. We just have to find out where that is. If you're with him and Roy Harper, stay together.
Don’t worry. We’ll find you. We’re doing whatever we can about this Fleet. Just stay alive. I know you can do that.’
‘Jason. I sent this from one of my satellites. If you get this, please let me know. Doesn’t matter how. So I’ll use the transmitter that does best. By the time I’m recording this, it’s been a week since you disappeared. I’ve turned to Hal to alert the Lanterns. Some of them who are willing to help told me you’re nowhere within the sector, so that places you far enough away that the chances of you getting this message is at 0.00001%.
But don’t worry, I just need you to stay alive. Just stay alive. Don’t do anything stupid. Christ, I know you will. Just don’t do anything stupid enough to get yourself killed.
I’m sorry.
This isn’t going to be like last time. I’m going to find you…
I won't be too late this time.
I promise.’
‘Jason, I…
The last time I saw you, I told you to get out of Gotham.
I was so mad at you’ve done. But I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry. I want you back here, Jason. Everyone is out there looking for you. Gotham still needs you.
I need you.
We’ve stretched out to almost a lightyear’s radius from Earth. You’re not here. I don’t even know if we’re in the same galaxy. I don’t know where you are. I’m running out of options and I’m too proud to admit that.
But I’m not giving up. I don’t think I ever will.
I gave up too soon the last time. I thought it was too late. But I won't be anymore.
Please, for the love of God, stay alive. We’ll find you.
Okay, son?’
Hey, lil brother. Guess who convinced B to spend another million dollars to send a message into space?
It’s Dick by the way. If you're not in the mood to guess.
I won't apologize for anything cuz you wouldn’t say sorry unless it’s the end. It won't be the end. I’m going with Kori tomorrow to search the next sector and try to send a transmit there. Maybe it’ll send and you’ll actually get it.
If you are getting this, I’m begging you to be smart enough to come home on your own. Promise someone you’ll pay them for a ride and bill it to Bruce when you get here. I swear you’ll live another day after that.
I don’t think I’ve seen Bruce like this since… well… since the last time…
Bruce is worried you're dead. But I don’t think that. I’ve never met anyone who’s cheated death as much as you. I don’t think that’s changing anytime soon.
I love you, Jay. I don’t say that enough.
‘Jason. It’s Tim.
I did the math on the boom tubes from when the Watchtower picked up their energy signatures. Took me all of four weeks, but I did it.
No one’s happy about it, though. For once, I wish I was wrong.
You’re not in the solar system. You’re not in the quadrant. You’re nowhere near earth that any of us would be fast enough to get to you before we disintegrate.
I’ll keep with the math. Maybe I’m not as smart as I think I am and I’m actually wrong this time.
I’ll invent a transmitter strong enough to get to you. Maybe I’ll summon a boom tube myself.
I’ll figure something out. Don’t die.’
‘Barbara Gordon here. Message for Jason Todd. If anyone else is picking up this message, please stop listening.
Jason. I know you enough that you wouldn’t think we’d care. But if only you can see just what you left behind...
Bruce hasn’t been out on patrol for a week.
That’s never happened before.
It started when Tim figured out just how far the boom tube ended. The nearest you could have gone is twenty quintillion kilometers away.
That narrows it down, right?
It’s almost impossible to send anything to get you.
But Bruce isn’t going to stop, Jason. Everyone believes in you. We all know you’ll stop at nothing to survive.
I believe in you, too.
When you get back here, you tell me everything.’
My birthday was last week. You were the only one who wasn’t here at the Manor. They surprised me, of course. I would never ask for such festivities myself.
It was the first time in months I’ve seen any of them smile.
I never told anyone, but I’ve guilted myself into thinking this was my fault.
You were saving me that day, from that cyborg woman with the swords. I saw you fall into the same boom tube as her. I hope you’ve done what I know you’re capable of and ended her. I know I would if I was in your place. She took you away from us. That’s unacceptable.
I don’t want to fall into sentiments, Todd.
But remember when you and I only just got to warm up to each other? And you promised you’ll take me to the Alps one day cuz you said I could meditate better?
Yeah. Well. Don’t break that promise.
This is Damian by the way.’
I’m so sorry, son.
I failed you.
I failed you again.
I don’t know how many times this has to happen.
But maybe the worst mistake I ever made was argue with you so much when I was granted a second chance at being your father. You came back to life. That should have been enough for me to never give up on you.
But I think I’m too late. Again. Everyone else has told me to stop with the delusions.
“Master Bruce, it’s almost six am, please come to bed.”
“I will, Alfred. Just hold on.”
You would be the one to tell me I’m being delusional.
I don’t want to give up on you. You don’t deserve to be given up on. You deserve to be saved when it isn’t too late.
But the chances of you even hearing this… I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you again.
If you are out there, I hope you at least know I love you, son.
I will never, ever give up on you.’
“I love you, too,” Jason hummed, leaving the tears to fall, “Don’t worry, Dad. I’m coming home.”
They summoned the boom tube not long after the night.
He wanted her a glimpse of his home, the epic end to their ventures, so Jason took her hand just before he took the first of his final steps.
The boom tube’s light was then a place to step into, a momentary blindness that caused no pain nor danger. It was the end of the song, the end of the stars’ choir. Jason did not let go of her hand until the light subsided.
Then her eyes feasted themselves on the warm, orange sunset that greeted them. They were on a cliff, just atop a blue ocean, and the trees whistled a bright hello.
“What do you think?” he sang, holding N/N in his arms as the sunset fell dim.
“Not bad,” she said, “not bad at all.”
It took all his strength not to crumble when he had her face in his hands. But the tears were no more. So long as they knew everything to be alright.
“Thanks for the adventure, Tiger.”
The name made her kiss him, just once more. Each time, he wished it wasn’t the last.
“This isn’t the end,” he whispered. “Come visit when you can.”
Another kiss.
This time, it was the last.
Hopefully for now.
She stayed for as long as time would allow her, basking under the gorgeous sunset that serenaded them.
Then the clock chimed.
A world of hurt.
And he was more than willing to go through it all.
“I’ll see you around,” N/N winked at him, just before their arms slid apart and she stepped back into the portal.
Then it closed between them.
Then, just like that,
They were two million light years apart.
The lonely path could only last so long. He’ll tell himself that. No matter how long it will take to be true. Jason didn’t leave the cliffside until the sun had gone.
This void, one so familiar, was infinite.
And so it was, even if there could be, at some point, an end.
At the end of the night’s patrol, she hovered over the Station to join Captains Ora and Aya for their reports. The stars were peaceful that day and they hoped for the same on the next one. Once they find a new planet to call home, hopefully the peace would last.
N/N found herself in the lower decks that night, where they stored the unused ships.
The Dragonfly had long been abandoned by its once eventful life, but its soul remained. “Rest easy, old girl,” N/N lulled it to sleep, with a hand over the dented Transport Pod.
Then she looked out the window beside it so large, it stretched beyond the ceiling. Her eyes were all over the sky.
At the clusters of stars that moved and wandered, at the clouds that danced in the airless void, at the constellations and twinkling patterns one could never unsee.
Every night, the skies were different. Every night, she made sure to look outside.
That night, what called to her in a song, was the Milky Way. From lightyears apart, they faced each other.
‘N/N,’ he once told her while the desert sands bothered her nose. ‘That sounds like a nickname.’
‘It’s a codename,’ she insisted.
‘Not where I’m from. Back on Earth, your real name would be Y/N.’
No longer M-812.
But Y/N.
Y/N Todd.
Nice ring to it.
Her head fell against the glass, then she closed her eyes.
That was her name now.
And it was beautiful.
Gotham’s bustling was something he never thought he’d have to get used to. Or even miss.
There wasn’t an inch in the city that would ever be as quiet as space. In his mind, perhaps, he can have that silence again.
Jason Todd sat atop one of the gargoyles on the Gotham Clocktower, with his arm lazy on his bent knee and his other leg dangerously swinging below to the harsh winds.
Much like the galaxies, the lights of the city towers, the skyscrapers, the neon signs, and voices painted the night like a canvas. It harbored its own beauty, boasted its own kind of song. Though less of a quiet hum, it was riveting all the same.
The lightless sky, however, felt as empty as it looked.
So Jason turned the dial on his helmet to rid his view of the light pollution.
Suddenly that empty night sky bloomed in a meadow of unmoving stars, smiling as if they danced. There were comets, flying meteors, dust clouds that huffed, and the Milky Way Galaxy’s many sights so often unseen.
Even with him so far, the night sky remained.
From lightyears away, he zoomed into the Andromeda Galaxy and its unending grace. Nothing else shined brighter, not when he was looking at her.
She was the galaxy and more.
He installed it just then, so nothing would stand in the way from seeing her
Jason let the wind pass him, a gentle tap on his shoulder to remind him of greater things to follow.
“Red Hood,” his comms went up.
“Yeah, B?”
“I’m off to the suburbs just a few miles out of Gotham. Got a tip for a warehouse that might lead us to more of Falcone’s stash.”
“Need help?”
Bruce sighed: “Just you and me. If you’re up for it.”
“Sure,” he hoped his smile wasn’t too obvious. “I’ll meet you there.”
Sometimes, he needed at least just a gentle reminder that he was lucky to be alive at all. Or, more accurately, that he was alive again.
Jason Todd sure had one hell of a second life.
And for the rest of it, Andromeda will be there to follow, to watch him with its limitless light.
“Being lost is worth the being found.”
-          Neil Diamond
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ruddyswojtyla · 23 hours ago
His Jon Kent x Reader
So call out my name (call out my name, baby)
So call out my name when I kiss you
So gently, I want you to stay
After doing a full scan on Jon we all saw that he is still himself but only seventeen. My dad told him to take him to the guest room. “How is it possible that you're seventeen if only 3 weeks before you were eleven?”
“I was in a different dimension where my dad and your dad were evil. Everywhere I will go, I will be fighting for my life. I tried everything to come back to my dad but in the end here I am. Older than you now.”, Jon smirked at me. I rolled my eyes. “Here is the guest room. Your dad and mom will bring you some clothes and whatever else you need.” “Thanks n/n.” After I left Jon in the guest room, I headed toward mine. When I enter I notice the stuff wolf Jon gave me before he left three weeks ago. It’s weird that he is now older than me. What would happen now. Will we be the same as before or is everything going to change. After a while I heard a knock on my door. “Come in.” “Hey. Are you busy?” It was Jon and I was only wearing Dick big blue hoodie with red and blue laced panties but thank god dick hoodie covers it. “No. Come in. What up?” “The sky.” “Hahah. You are so funny.” “I know. But I was wondering if you want to watch a movie?” “Sure. We can watch it here.” He laid down next to me. We were watching (Whatever movie or show you want), when suddenly we were cuddling each other. From the corner of my eye, I notice him staring at my lips. “What is something wrong?” “Yeah. This.” He crashed his lips into mine and I was in shock because I never thought he liked me back. I kissed him back when suddenly he picked me up and put me in his lap and we started making out. He started trailing kisses from my lips to my neck where he found my sweet spot. When suddenly my room door opened. We separated from each other and looked at who opened the door.
Who do you guys think was at the door. Comment down below
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alienstardust · 23 hours ago
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* you're my way home / you're my backbone ( jason todd/red hood x f!reader )
A/N: Jason Todd Imagine. A little drabble I had sitting around (in my head) about grocery shopping with Jason. It was inspired by this image. Hope you enjoy this! Feedback and comments are appreciated. Thank you so much! <3 [Warnings: none, pure fluff]
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Jason: Chips?
You: Check.
Jason: Cereal?
You: Check.
You held your phone as Jason texted you last-minute grocery items. He told you he didn’t need anything else, so he waited in the car while you went inside for the quick run. You told him it wouldn’t take long since you had a list that you planned to stick to. You should have known Jason wasn’t going to be annoying with his requests.
You huffed as you gripped the bar on the cart to roll it forward. You went down the baking aisle and stood in front of the cake mixes. The images of the cakes all looked appetizing, but you had to decide what you were in the mood for. “Chocolate? Vanilla? Strawberry?” You held up your hands as you weighed the options.
“Marble?” A voice suggested from beside you. You flinched and moved back from the person.
Jason started to laugh at your sudden reaction. He didn’t think you were so focused on the cake selection. You growled as you shoved him backward while he still chuckled. “I’m sorry! I am sorry,” he spoke sweetly as he stepped closer wrapping his arms around your shoulders, kissing your cheek a few times
You pursed your lips so you wouldn’t cave, but it didn’t work. A smile broke over your lips and you glanced at him. “Cinnamon swirl.” You kissed his cheek before you grabbed the cake mix and dropped it in the cart. Jason followed you down the aisle, grabbed some of the chocolate chip cookies that were on the endcap. He happily placed them in the cart as he wiggled his eyebrows at you. “Were you bored?”
“Yeah. I was. There’s only so many rounds of Tetris you can play on your phone before it gets... irritating.”Jason walked behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder. You reached up to ruffle up his hair and popped your shoulder up, kissed his temple.
“I bet.” You walked into the next aisle not shoving away Jason but felt his boot run into the back of your shoe. You stepped away from the cart to pick out a box of pasta, then looked at the sauces. You started reading the labels.
Jason leaned against the cart, pushing it back and forth while he waited. You watched him from the side, picking out the sauce, and sighed at him. “You could have picked another game. Didn’t have to come inside.”
“Nahh… this is -“ Jason wrinkled his nose as he gestured toward the store. Then, he lifted his arms not knowing what to say. “It’s fine. I mean I gotta make sure you get the good stuff.”
“Mhm.” You raised your eyebrows as you pulled the cart along from behind while you checked your list on your phone. You grabbed a few more things from the aisle.
Jason was designated as the cart pusher so you continued going down the next set of aisles. He took out his phone and opened his game.
“OK! Frozen foods. Ice cream and some pizza rolls,” you snapped your fingers to get his attention. Jason nodded quickly, pushed the cart to follow you. You picked out the items you needed and held up your arms in triumph. “All done! We can go now!”
“Thank god,” Jason blurted and then grinned innocently at you. “I mean great! So proud.” He leaned over and kissed you once, then twice. He smiled against your lips, you started to laugh a little when you overheard some kids walking past making gagging noises. “Let’s go before they vomit.”
Jason nodded, pulled back, but stomped forward just enough to make the group flinch and scramble backward. He smirked sneakily and followed you to the register. You both loaded up the groceries on the conveyor belt, paid, and walked to the car.
You walked ahead of Jason pulling the cart along out of habit. You reached your car then tilted your head when you noticed some yellow sticky notes scattered all over the back window. You let out a small nervous laugh, you arched an eyebrow at him. “Secret admirer?”
“Ehh... I'll kill 'em,” he wrinkled his nose at you jokingly. You breathed in and looked at the notes. You peeled off one, read it over, and then picked off the next. You laughed a little as you turned your attention to him.
Jason met your gaze with a loving one and a lopsided grin. He took a slow step forward and kissed your forehead, then your lips. His hand cupped the side of your face, sliding his thumb over your cheekbone.
“Very cute, Todd. Very cute.” You held the notes in between your fingers as you shook them gently. He often did these unexpected acts just to surprise you so he could see a smile.
He knew you would wait up for him whenever he was running around revenging as the Red Hood. It didn't matter how many times he told you not to worry, he would be okay. You falsely agreed to not wait up, but then forced yourself to stay awake. His other identity weighed heavily on you. The first aid kit lived by the bedside.
When he crawled through the window, he would see you sitting up in the bed and getting to your feet. He knew you didn’t sleep until he was in bed with you safe and sound.
“Thank you. You're everything to me. I don’t want you to forget how much I love you and how much you mean to me. You carry me, Y/N.” He looked at you sincerely then down at the notes, pointing at them. “Even if it’s just with leaving you little notes with poetry I bookmarked...from the internet.”
“I love you, Jason,” you said softly, touched his lips gently. You carefully put the notes in your bag. He already carved his space in your heart and your soul, he was going to be there. Always. “Let’s get home, shall we?” You kissed him once, then twice.
Jason nodded, smiling wide, and opened the trunk to help you load up the groceries.
“You were you, and I was I; we were two before our time.
I was yours before I knew, and you have always been mine too.”
― Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure
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Mission Successful  (part two)
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Part One / Masterlist 
Recap/Summary: Abaddon and her entourage have struck once again. The second wealthiest group in Gotham has decided to throw the best party. Unlike other people, the man and wife love to show off their riches. Unfortunately, Abaddon and her husband discovered the Gates were showcasing their diamonds and a bunch of other valuables. Abaddon and her team wish to take those items and melt them down to create a weapon. Once you and the Titans discovered what the enemy was planning, you immediately knew what to do.
Y/L/N: Your last name
Y/H/T: Your hair type
Dialogue Prompts (Credits go to the original creator): None
Dick Grayson x-reader
[Third Person View]
Y/N's heart began to race, her hands starting to shake slightly. Dick noticed his girlfriends nervous actions. He looked around before walking over to join Y/N's side. Dick Grayson grabbed her hand, he rubbed the top of her hand soothingly. Abaddon and Ricky strolled down the pathway and looked at the glass cases of the jewels. "Just relax, don't fall for their scare tactics," Dick whispered so only Y/N Y/L/N could here.
Abaddon walked over to the bar with Ricky's hand in hers. The wife and husband sat down on each stool, waiting for a bartender to approach them. A tall young man walked over to the couple with a welcoming smile, wearing mainly black clothing: a cream colored button down shirt, classy pants, shiny dress shoes, suspenders, and a small black bow tie. The man's long blonde curly hair was put into a low ponytail, tucked away from his face.
"What can I do for you two?" he asked with a kind tone. Abaddon and Ricky smiled to themselves as they settled into their seats. The enemy of the Titans set her purse on the chair beside her. "A Screwdriver and a Tom Collins please," Ricky said, setting a twenty dollar bill onto the counter. The man took the bill and set it into the register underneath a marble counter. "I'll be right back with your drinks," Reynolds - the bartender - said. Abaddon and Ricky thanked the young man, they both turned around and looked over at the glass cases.
They exchanged in small talk, making comments about the gold encrusted tiaras along with silver diamonds that laid on top of a small white pillow inside a glass case. Abaddon flattened the hairs that had gotten loose from the firm grip of the hair gel.
Rachel, Gar, and Jason sat a few stools down from the enemy. Jason took a sip of his coca cola while Gar and Rachel sipped on some water. Reynolds came over to Abaddon and Ricky with their cold beverages. They thanked the man, drinking their alcoholic beverages. Y/N and Dick kept a close eye on them as well as looking at everything around them.
"Team, how's everything going?" Essie questioned, her voice echoing.
"Abaddon and her entourage know we're here, but we're keeping it a low profile," Y/N answered, "Got any details?" There was a long pause after the Y/H/C girl asked the question. Y/N Y/L/N turned around so her face was facing the wall behind her. She double tapped the patch behind her ear, trying to see if there was a bad connection with the comms.
"I lost them," Y/N mumbled, "You?"
She turned back around and looked to her boyfriend, he shook his head as a response. Y/N looked over at the bar and saw Abaddon and Ricky were nowhere to be found. "God dammit," Y/N mumbled. Dick furrowed his eyebrows at her outburst. She nudged his shoulder and tilted her head towards the direction where the two people once sat. Dick Grayson grunted in frustration, he brought his hand up and ran his hand through his hair.
"I'll go find them, you grab Rachel, Gar and Jason then meet me in the hallway next to the casing area," Dick ordered. Y/N gave her boyfriend a quick nod before racing over to where the rest of the team was. Dick took off and rushed down the hallway, getting ready to grab his gun if he needed it. Y/N leaned over and took the last sip of Jason's soda. "Hey! My father is a high class businessman!" he exclaimed.
"Ah, shove it," Y/N responded. She grabbed ahold of his collar bone and ushered Rachel and Gar to follow her. The four of them began to walk towards the hallway where Dick told Y/N to meet. "Everything okay ma'am?" a security officer asked, walking up to them. Y/N smiled and nodded her head as a response. Jason slowly took Y/N's hand away and stood beside her. "Sorry sir, I was just taking my brother and his friends away from the bar," Y/N replied, "We needed to take a break." The man nodded his head and left them be.
"What the fuck's going on?" Jason asked, crossing his arms. Y/N looked behind, beside and in front of them to make sure nobody was listening in. Her gaze switched over to the entrance way and noticed the two men closing the front door, almost as if they were locking it. ‘Shit, Kory won’t be able to get in,’ she thought. Y/N sighed and brought her attention back to Jason,Gar, and Rachel. 
"Abaddon, Ricky, and her crew are gone. Dick went down that hallway to try and find them," Y/N replied, she motioned to the pathway with her head. Rachel's face went pale in a nervous complexion. Gar noticed her change of expression, he set a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Jason looked back at the door and noticed what Y/N Y/L/N had caught a glimpse of. 
"The coms are dead," Y/N continued, "Dick and I tried contacting them, but we got no response." The three teens nodded, Rachel grabbed a hair tie and put her hair up in a low ponytail. They looked back and scanned the people that looked into the cases of the Gates prized possessions. "Okay, for now on. I'm your older sister, I'm here to supervise you after our father 'the business man' decided he wasn't able to go to the party. We'll have the same first names, but different last names," Y/N explained, "Follow my orders until we get back online with Essie and the others."
After the four agreed to the plan, they set forth down the pathway, making sure they weren't being followed. Small pictures were hung on the sides of the walls. Gold flowers were on the wallpaper, little silver incisions were imprinted on the floral pieces. The group passed a brown table with a vase of red roses at the middle. 
"Damn, and I thought Bruce was rich," Gar commented, under his breath.
"You should be happy Bruce didn't hear that," Rachel replied as she looked at the photos as well. Y/N looked behind them, making sure nobody was following them. She glanced back and forth to see if Dick was there, but unfortunately Y/N saw no sight of him.
"Fuck," she muttered. The three teens turned to look at their 'older sister' with looks contorted with worry and confusion.
"Dick's not here," Y/N answered their rhetorical questions. Jason sighed and tapped the side of the patch behind his ear in hopes that the coms would magically start working, the other two did that same motion. "I've already tried that," Y/N said. Rachel, Gar and Jason all sighed in frustration. The two doors to the long decorated hallway suddenly shut with a loud slam.
Y/N held up her arm and waved her hand above the watch on her wrist. A floorplan of the tall skyscraper projected from the little device. The Y/H/C noticed Kory Anders standing at the front door arguing with the two men up front. The four of them noticed their friends demeanor change once Abaddon’s crew mates weren’t letting Starfire in. A clock icon showed up at the top of the building. "We're running out of time, the party ends in less than two hours," Y/N said, looking up from the watch. The floorplan disappeared as she lowered her arm back to her side. Y/N walked down the hallway with Jason, Gar and Rachel following her. Once they turned a corner the four of them were met with two armed men.
"Hey there! We were just looking for the restroom," Gar said, standing beside Y/N. The red headed man standing to the left kept a straight face, his hand remained on his gun. Rachel and Jason stood on the other side of Gar and Y/N.
"Y/N," Rachel murmured, "Got any plans?"
The Y/H/T girl swiftly grabbed her gun and shot the man's weapon out of his own palm. He lunged forward, about to kick Y/N in the stomach. Jason took out his grappling hook and fleetly dragged the man's leg away. Gar immediately transformed into his alter ego as the green tiger, he pounced on the second guard. Three other uniformed men turned the corner behind the team.
"Shit! There's more of them?" Y/N exclaimed, but it sounded like a question. The girl pressed the button at the side of her belt. The dark purple suit leaked from the loop and practically latched onto her skin. Y/N glanced over at Jason and took notice of his suit doing the same action. The two of them stood back and to back, fighting off whichever guard they could.
"Go get Dick! We'll take care of this!" Y/N ordered, looking over at Gar and Rachel.
The two other teammates quickly nodded their heads and rushed down the hallway. Y/N unsheathed her sword, throwing it at the man. The silver weapon landed in the man's chest. He fell to the ground as he screamed in agony. Y/N extended her hand and the sword was pulled out of the man's chest and back into her hand.
Jason glanced at the girl and smirked once he got a break from fighting one of the guards. With Y/N's super hearing, she overheard the enemies crewmate sneak up on her. Her hand collided with the man's face and he fell to the floor, unconscious. Jason and Y/N looked around, finding all of the kayoed men. The two vigilantes gave one another a fist bump before racing down the hallway.
Y/N tapped the side of her mask that covered the upper part of her face, the floorplan appeared before her eyes. They had exactly 10 minutes before the party was over with. Jason and Y/N turned a corner and headed straight for the casing room. The two teammates realized the doors were still shut. Y/N glimpsed at Jason and motioned for him to kick the door open. The white wooden door flew off its hinges and landed outside the entryway.
Y/N extended her hand, stopping Jason from walking through the door. She slowly walked ahead and looked both ways to make sure everything was alright. Tables had been thrown all over the place, the bars cabinets were broken into, glass laid all over the ground. Jason nudged Y/N's shoulder, he pointed to the ceiling. A large hole had been made in the plaster of the ceiling.
"God dammitt," Y/N mumbled.
She looked back down and saw Rachel kneeling beside Dick in his Nightwing suit. Gar stood behind her, making sure that the two of them were alright. Abaddon and Ricky were slouched over a table, unconscious. Their crew was stood against the wall with their hands handcuffed. "Dick," Y/N muttered. Dick's girlfriend rushed over him, a worried expression drawn on. Jason stepped over to Abaddon and Ricky to make sure they weren't dead.
Y/N looked at Rachel and Gar, wanting an answer. "He's alright," Rachel reassured, "We've already called." The door to the casing area was torn off the frame of the entrance way. A red and orange glow slid through the air, Y/N put a protective arm over Dick to protect him from the piercing flames. The group of vigilantes looked up and saw Kory Anders standing there with Bruce and Essie behind her. 
“You’re late,” Jason said, hopping up from beside the criminals. 
[Two Hours later: at the base, third person view]
The midnight moon hovered above the skyscrapers that sat in front of the Titans secret base. Birds flew through the sky, trying to get to their home away from home. Sounds of laughter and relief filled the air of the tall building where the Titans were relaxing. Kory and Essie stood in the kitchen baking a celebratory chocolate cake and a vegan one for Gar. Music floated through the atmosphere as everyone chuckled at their successful mission. Rachel and Jason sat at the counter playing a game of war, Rachel was winning at the moment which Jason despised.
Gar sat on the couch playing a videogame that Y/N and Dick had gotten him for his birthday last year. Kory walked over with some silverware and a couple of plates. The smell of sugar radiated from the kitchen all the way to where Dick and Y/N's room was. The low hum of the TV was all Y/N Y/L/N heard as she stepped out of the bathroom wearing a white robe along with her favorite Y/F/C fuzzy slippers. 
She glanced at the television and saw Dick Grayson had been watching a news broadcasting of the mission the Titans had victoriously finished. Y/N walked over and turned off the TV. Dick stood at the dresser - shirtless - looking for a pair of clothes to change into (GIF Above).
A couple of bruises aligned his arms and chest, he winced in pain as he searched for some clean clothes. The dim glow of the light on the bedside table lit the room around Dick. He picked up a grey sweatshirt and set it on top of the dresser, still looking for a pair of sweatpants. Y/N walked over and sat at the right side of the bed, facing where Dick stood. 
“Hey,” she said, quietly. 
Y/N stood up from the bed, taking Dick’s hand into hers. He glanced down at her and smiled then kissed her on the forehead. The former detective closed the drawers to the dresser and wrapped his arms around his heroic girlfriend. Dick Grayson couldn’t help but smile at the one person he truly loved. “We did good tonight,” he commented, wrapping his arms around Y/N’s waist. She smiled and ran her hand over his shoulder. “Hell yeah we did,” she remarked, earning a chuckle from Dick. He brought his face to hers, kissing her on the lips. Y/N felt Dick’s grip on her waist tighten as they fell onto the bed. Their affectionate moment was soon interrupted by a loud knock on their bedroom door. Y/N groaned in frustration, setting her head on Dick’s bare shoulder. 
“Who is it?” Dick called, keeping his arms around Y/N. 
“The cakes ready if you two want some!” Rachel replied. 
“Stop eating eachothers faces and come out!” Jason exclaimed. 
Y/N Y/L/N and Dick Grayson could hear Rachel and Gar start to laugh at the boys outburst. Y/N turned her head to look at Nightwings alter identity. Dick looked at her with a flirtatious grin still on his face. He slowly got up from the comfortable bed and changed into his sweatshirt and a pair of tan colored khakis. “Come on,” Dick said, grabbing his favorite orange t-shirt along with a pair of shorts. He neatly folded them beside Y/N so she could change into the clothes he had set out for her. 
“I don’t want to get up!” Y/N groaned. She took ahold of a pillow and set it on top of her face so she couldn’t see the brown eyed boy standing before her. Dick stepped over, hovering over his fellow teammate. Y/N slowly took the pillow off of her face and was met with Dick’s smiling face. “Fine, I’ll get up,” she said, giving in. Dick let out a happy cheer and waited till his girlfriend got changed. 
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