#drew dicks on the back of my brother and his wife's car or whatever

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Starting Over | 6

Summary: You come home to work to find your husband of three years in bed with your supposed best friend. It’s the wake up call you finally needed to take your two year old daughter and get the hell out of Texas. With nowhere to go you head to your big brother in San Diego. The sagger squad takes you under their wings, and shows you what having a family means. You get a fresh start… will you find your happily ever after?

Characters: Jake “hangman” Seresin x Sister! Reader, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Seresin! Reader (Eventually), Hangman x Phoenix (eventually) , Adorable OC Gracie!   The Dagger squad

Word Count: 3041 - shorter chapter but didn’t wanna leave y’all hanging!

Warnings: Angst, fighting, cheating husband, emotional abuse, eventual fluff, smut in later chapters, Sweet uncle Jake, Adorable Rooster with a toddler… if I miss any please let me know.

A/N: I don’t own the characters or storyline for Top Gun Maverick. All OC’s are mine. I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR ANYONE TO COPY OR REPOST MY WORK TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM! DON’T STEAL! Reblogs, likes and comments ALWAYS welcomed. THANK YOU @waywardodysseys​ and  @beyondthesefourwalls​ as always for reading over my work and helping me flush out ideas!!

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CH 1  CH 2  CH 3  Ch 4  Ch 5

Jake came flying out of the house, Nat hot on his heels. They both ran down to where Bradley was already positioning himself in between you and Trent, who had decided to get brave and get out of the car.

“Tulip, go inside with Phoenix and call the police.” Jake said, “The bastard isn’t getting past us.”

You were shaking as Bradley helped you out of the Bronco, Nat close by to get you into the house.

“It’s ok, Baby.” Bradley said, kissing your forehead, “Nothing is going to happen, go with Nix.”

“Well isn’t this a cozy little scene.” Trent drawled, coming towards the group. Bradley and Jake immediately shifted to block his path to you. “You get all high and mighty about me hooking up with Steph, and here you are running off to whore yourself out leaving big brother to take care of the brat.”

Bradley lunged towards Trent ready to tear him apart, but Jake held him back, needing to keep Trent from getting close to you.

“Shut your fucking mouth you worthless piece of shit.” Jake said, “Y/N, go inside with Nix.”

You let Phoenix guide you inside, keeping your eyes locked on the ground, focusing on getting inside and to your daughter.

Once you were safely inside Jake and Bradley turned their full attention on Trent.

“I came here to collect what’s mine.” Trent said, bowing up against the two men. “I’ve had enough of that bitch sister of yours and her tantrum. She’s my wife and will be comin’ home with me.”

“If you keep running your mouth and speaking disrespectually towards Y/N, I’ll be putting my fist through your face, you piece of shit.” Bradley said, “Then Jake will finish off what’s left of you. So I suggest you listen to what’s going to happen.”

“I don’t have to listen to anything you limp dick jet jockies have to say.” Trent spewed, “I’ve got a marriage license that says I can do whatever the fuck I want with that little Bitch.”

Without warning, Jake drew his fist back and sent it flying into Trent’s face, causing the man’s head to snap back with the impact. Blood instnatly started to flow from his nose that had obviously just been broken.

“Well, we did try to warn you.” Bradley said, shrugging  “Are you ready to listen now?”

“There’s a court order of protection that you are in violation of.” Jake said, getting right into Trent’s face, “You aren’t allowed within 500 feet of my sister or my niece. The police are on their way, so we’ve got a few minutes to set you straight on some things. First of all, when your sorry ass gets released from jail, where you are 100% going tonight, you are going to take your ass back to Texas. You’re going to contact your lawyer and tell him you agree to whatever terms Y/N has in the divorce papers and you’re going to fucking sign them. In addition to giving her what she wants in the divorce, you’re going to sign off any parental rights you have to Gracie. You are going to forget you ever met my sister, married her and had a baby with her. You get zero rights to my niece. Are we clear?”

“And what if I don’t?” Trent had the bad sense to ask. “I’ve got access to money and can afford to keep this going in court indefinitly. Y/N is just poor trash from the wrong side of the tracks. Alcoholic abusive father and a useless mother… nobody’s gonna help her out.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” Bradley said, “She’s got a lot of people behind her. She has unlimited resources and a stronger force backing her. Most importantly, if you don’t agree to the terms that Jake laid out, we will absolutely use the remaining time we have before the police get here to…convince you that our terms are your best option.”

“I’ll have you arrested for assult.” Trent said, fear now creeping into this voice. “I’ll sue you both and go after your fucking careers.”

“You can try.” Jake said, “But we’ve got connections pretty high up on the chain of command that take exception to pond scum dickless assholes that terrorize women and children. And the ‘assult’ you incurred tonight? I’d say that’s just self-defense, wouldn’t you Rooster?”

“Oh, definitely, Hangman.” He replied, “I saw him go after Y/N then you. You were defending yourself and your sister. I’d say he’s a direct threat to Gracie too.”

“Tick-Toc, Asshole.” Jake said, “It’s decision time. What’s it gonna be?”

Trent lunged at Jake, swinging and missing. Bradley grabbed him from behind, yanking his arms and pulling them up and behind his back at a painful angle. He yelped in pain, but still struggled against him.

Jake took the opportunity to drive a solid, strong punch into the man’s middle, knocking the air completely from his lungs and causing him to drop. Bradley used the forward momentum to faceplant him into the ground, keeping his arms secured behind his back and kneeled down to place a knee in his back, effectively subduing him.

“Not a wise choice, Trent.” Jake said, “Have a change of heart yet?”

“Fuck you” he weezed.

“From what I’ve heard from Tulip you don’t have the equipment to do any fucking…” Jake laughed, humorlessly.

Phoenix stepped out onto the front porch taking in the scene and making sure they don’t need backup.

“Police should be here shortly.” She called down, “Mav and the squad are also enroute.”

“Oh, did you hear that you spineless piece of shit?” Bradley asked, “The calvery is on their way. Who do you think will make it here first, Jake?”

“My money’s on our squad.” he replied, “Family always steps up when you need them.”

“I agree.” Bradley said, “They’ll be coming in hot and ready to neutralize any threat.”

“Are you a threat, Trent?” Jake asked.

“I’ll sign the fucking papers.” He said, “The bitch isn’t worth the fucking effort. Neither is the little bastard girl.”

Bradley “accidently” slipped, his weight digging into Trent’s back, causing him to cry out in pain, his arm now essentially being wrenched out of socket by the pressure and unnatural angle it was being held in.

“Oops, my bad.” He said, “Foot slipped.”

Jake laughed, “Careful, Rooster. I’d hate for this man to accidently end up with any more broken bones. It would be such a shame.”

“As much fun as you two are having down there.” Phoenix said, “Y/N could use one of you inside and Gracie woke up.”

“Shit.” Bradley said, “Go on, Man. I’ve got him.”

“It’s probably better if it’s you, Rooster.” He said, “I’ll talk to the cops when they get here.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, not wanting to get in the way, knowing how protective Jake was of his sister, but also dying to get in there to hold you.

“Go.” Jake replied, smiling when he saw how antsy Bradley was to get to you. “I’ve got it. I hear sirens anyway and I’m sure the Mav and the others will be here soon. Phoenix, can you make sure Gracie is ok?”

“Absolutely.” She replied, turning to go back into the house. Bradley thanked Jake and bounded up the walk, taking the steps two at a time.

Inside, Phoenix let him know you and Gracie were in your room. She followed him in to collect Gracie and give you a chance to calm down with Bradley.

“Sweetheart, it’s just me.” Bradley said knocking before opening the door and entering the room. The sight of you curled up on the bed, clinging to Gracie shattered him. He hated seeing you so broken. It made him want to go back outside and beat the piece of shit all over again. He quickly made his way over to you.

Gracie lifted her sleepy eyes to Bradley when he got to the side of the bed. “Woosta, Mommy sad.” she whispered.

“Yes she is, Princess.” He replied softly, “But you’re doing such a good job making her feel better.”

“Gracie, do you want to come cuddle with me and watch Beauty and the Beast?” Phoenix asked, “Or Moana?”

“Moana, pwease.” She replied.

“Sweetheart, Nix is going to get Gracie settled again, ok?” Bradley said, gently sitting down on the side of the bed, his hand coming up to rest on your leg. The contact of his warm hand against your skin pulled you back to the present. Blinking, and processing his words you nodded.

Kissing Gracie’s head, she whispered, “Mommy loves you Gracie Girl.”

“Wuv you too Mommy” She replied before Phoenix picked her up and offered a soft, sympathetic smile before taking her out of the room.

“Is he gone?” You asked, once they’d left the room.

“Not yet.” Bradley said, “Jake has him on the ground though waiting on the police. Nix called Mav and the rest of the squad so they’re probably close now too.”

“I’m so sorry, Bradley.” You whispered, emotions bubbling up and choking you.

“Baby, there is absolutely nothing for you to be sorry for.” He said firmly, moving closer to you and pulling you up into a seated position. He kicked his shoes off and moved onto the bed so he was once more seated behind you, your back resting against his chest. Your head laid against his shoulder and he ducked his head so his cheek was resting against yours. “It’ll be over soon, Sweetheart. I promise. Jake and I convinced him signing the papers…including forfeiting his parental rights…was in his best interest.”

“I don’t want you and Jakey to get in trouble.” You said, “Your careers…”

“Nothing will happen to our careers, Sweetheart.” He assured you, “But even if he did try to press charges against us, or file complaints with the Navy, neither Jake or I would let him get his hands on you or Gracie.”

“Thank you.” You said quietly. “I don’t know what I’d have done without you out there.”

“You’re so strong, Y/N.” He said confidently, “You’d have stood up to him and put him in his place. I just couldn’t bare to stand by and watch him get close to you.”

You turned in his embrace enough to be able to pull his head down lower, your lips landing softly on his. You needed the contact to ground you. It wasn’t a heated or rushed kiss, rather, it was slow and tender, the reassurance you both needed that the other was in fact there and OK.

A soft knock on the door, followed by Jake peeking his head in.

“Tulip, I hate to have to do this, but the police need your statement and a copy of the protection order.” He said, “They’re in the living room, so you won’t have to see him.”

“Ok.” You said, your voice shaky, “Are you OK Jakey?”

“I’m fine, Tulip” He assured you, a smile on his face, “You Ok?”

“I will be.” You said, getting up from the bed and moving towards Jake, “Thank you Bubs.”

“Just doin’ my job, Tulip.” He replied, smiling as he pulled you into a hug. “No way I’m letting anyone mess with my baby sister.”

Bradley got up and walked over to where you were both standing. “Did Mav and the others get here?”

“Yeah, they’re waiting outside until the police leave.” He replied, looking at you “They wanna see you for themselves and make sure you’re ok.”

Bradley put his arm around your waist, “Whenever you’re ready Sweetheart.”

You took a deep breath before walking out to the living room where the officers were waiting.

You grabbed the order of protection papers Lauren had given you and showed them to the officers when they asked to see it. You answered all of their questions before they left, letting you know someone would be in touch when he was released, and reminded you to call your lawyer to inform her of the events.

After thanking the officers they left the house, Mav and the rest of the Dagger squad filed in immediately after.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” Mav said, pulling you into a hug, “Are you ok? Is Gracie OK?”

“We’re both Ok” You assured him, hugging him back. “Thank you for coming.”

“Of course!” He said, “Wish I would have gotten here quicker. Would have liked a turn with that son of a bitch.”

“From the looks of it, Hangman and Rooster had it under control.” Payback said, “I’m glad you’re ok, Y/N.”

“Thank you.” you replied, “It means a lot that you all came running.”

“You’re family, Y/N.” Coyote reminded you, “Nobody messes with our family.”

“It’s a family I’m more than happy to be a part of.” You said smiling at everyone.

“Is our Gracie girl sleeping?” Bob asked.

“She’s in her room with Phoenix.” You said, “She was trying to get her back to sleep. I should go check on her.”

“I’ve got it.” Jake said, “Relax a bit, Tulip. You’ve had a rough night.”

“The night was great until the last hour.” You replied smiling, looking up at Bradley, who hadn’t left your side.

“Well I’m glad to hear THAT.” Jake replied, turning to go to Gracie’s room.

“We all just wanted to check on you, Y/N.” Mav said, “We’ll get out of your hair so you can get some rest. Call us if you need anything?”

“I will.” You promised, “Thank you again, so much.”

“No thanks needed.” He smiled, “Take care of her, Rooster.”

“I will, Mav.” He replied, smiling.

They all hugged you before heading out, leaving you alone in the living room with Bradley.

“Come here, Sweetheart.” He said, pulling you into him, wrapping his arms around you, his forehead resting against your own.  Your arms wrapped around his waist, hands pressing against his back.  The two of you stood wrapped in each other’s arms, breathing slowly and processing everything that happened.

“Well that was one hell of a way to end a first date.” You said, attempting to lighten the moment. Bradley chucked, pulling his head back in order to look at you.

“It was definitely memorable.” He smirked, “But let’s focus on the good parts of the date… like… this.” He leaned forward connecting his lips to yours in another slow, tender kiss. Once again, neither of you in a hurry, just taking comfort in the other.

“I think that’s a great idea.” You replied when you’d pulled apart.

“Gracie is out.” Jake said, coming into the living room with Phoenix.

“Good. Thank you both so much.” You said, “For watching her tonight and for making sure she was safe.”

“Of course.” Phoenix said, coming over to hug you. “Are you Ok?”

“Yeah.” You replied, calmer now, “I’m OK. I’m going to call my lawyer in the morning to let her know. I’m just worried now what will happen when he’s released.”

“As soon as we know when that will be, we can make plans to make sure you’re not alone.” Jake said, “He’s not getting a second chance to get close.”

“I’ll knock him the fuck out permanently before I let him get near you, Sweetheart.” Bradley added, “We gave him plenty of warnings this time. We won’t give him that courtesy next time.”

“For now, it’s late and it’s been a lot tonight. You need to try to get some rest.” Jake said. “We all should, Gracie will be up early.”

“Will you stay?” You asked Bradley, “If you want…”

“Wasn’t planning on going anywhere, Sweetheart.” He replied, “Let’s go get some sleep.”

“Goodnight, Jakey” You said, hugging your brother, then turned to hug Phoenix, “Goodnight, Nat.”

“Goodnight.” They replied.

As you and Bradley walked back to your room, you heard your brother ask Phoenix to stay. You hoped it meant they’d had a chance to talk before everything went sideways.

Once in your room and the door was closed, Bradley pulled you into his arms again, just needing to hold you for his own well being. After a while you pulled back, looking up to smile softly at him.

“Thank you for staying.” You whispered. “I feel safe with you.”

“Baby, I need to be here with you, holding you, just as much for me as for you” He admitted, “I wouldn’t have been able to sleep anyway without having you next to me.”

“I didn’t see our first date ending like this, but… despite the reasons behind it…I’m not sad about it.” You replied.

“I could have done without seeing you so upset because that about broke me,” He replied, “But getting to spend the night with you is a big bonus.”

After changing out of your dress into a tank top and sleep shorts, you climbed into bed, scooting over to leave room for Bradley. He came back in from the bathroom, his shirt open to reveal his undershirt.

“Bradley, you're not going to be comfortable sleeping in that.” You teased him.

“I didn’t know if you’d be comfortable.” He said.

“Get comfy, Bradley” You smiled, “And please get in bed.”

Smirking, he playfully did his victory wiggle dance you’d seen him do when playing yard games on dinner nights. You laughed as he shrugged out of the button up shirt, pulling the undershirt over his head. He paused, looking at you for confirmation before he reached for the button on his pants, sliding them down until they were on the floor, leaving him in only his boxers. He stepped away from his clothes and got into the bed, facing you. You scooted over closer to him and he immediately pulled you in close, tucking you into his arms.  You released a deep sigh, all of the tension leaving your body. You wrapped your arm around his waist, and felt the tension leave his body as well.

“Goodnight, Sweetheart.” He said, kissing your forehead.

“Goodnight, Bradley,” You replied, tipping your head up and leaning in to kiss him softly.  

The two of you drifted off into a content and deep sleep. It was probably the best you’d slept in a very long time.

A/N-- Protective Bradley and Big Bro Jake! Whole DAGGER team in force! How are we feeling???

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Daminette December Day 5: “Fire”

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[I’m going to be honest, I have no idea what to do for this but hey] [Update: I went so out of topic for this one I don't even know anymore] [I wrote this one in a hurry and welp]

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Fire. 

it consumed everything without a second thought, red and golden flames flickering against anything and everything.

Damian always thought fire was a wild thing. It could represent multiple things- Hatred, passion, love- It was quite an interesting thought for him. 

Up until that day, he believed fire was only an element. Fire. That was it. Something that occasionally provided warmth and sometimes destroyed everything within it’s grasp without mercy. 

And then it hit him. 

Fire. 

Something that provided warmth. 

Marinette provided warmth. 

Check.

Something that destroyed everything within it’s grasp without mercy?

Ah, that would be him. 

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“You nervous?” He asked, grasping her hand in his as he drove towards the venue of the class reunion of his pretty bluenette wife. 

Marinette bit her lip. “A little.” 

Damian gave her a comforting smile. “It’s going to be alright. And if they’re all still the stupid idiots they were, we can leave. Besides, Tsurugi, Couffaine, and Bourgeois will be there.” He reminded. 

She mumbled. “I suppose so.” 

“It’s going to be fine, angel.” Damian sighed, a little exasperated. “Come on. If they don’t love you, well, good for me, more of your love for me.” 

She laughed a little at that, and his heart soared at the sound of her laughter. Finally. The weeks counting down to the reunion had been tough and tense for her, and she hadn’t stopped worrying once. 

“I think we’re here, angel.” Damian told her, parking their car. Glancing upward at the building, he wondered where he would hide a body if he had to. If he had to. Damian smirked to himself at the thought. 

“Alright. Let’s go, kitten.” She smiled, taking his had in hers. 

“Why don’t you go ahead?” Damian suggested. “I’m afraid it would take a conscious effort for me not to perform homicide and I think it would be safe for me to take a moment to calm myself before I join you.” 

The pretty bluenette giggled at his comment. “Alright, alright, you murderer.” She rolled her eyes playfully. “I’ll be heading in first. Come find me later once you’re done calming down.” 

Damian nodded. “Of course, angel. Be careful.” 

Once she was out of sight, he whipped out his phone, swiping up one of his messages. 

[Damian Wayne]

She has entered the building.

{Luka Couffaine]

Roger. I’m in place. Locating target. Target has spotted bluenette.

[Damian Wayne]

I’m on my way.

Damian growled angrily. He was really prepared to murder someone if that someone hurt his angel. 

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“Marinette!” Alya screeched at the bluenette, seconds away from clawing the girl’s heart out. 

“Hi, Alya.” Marinette responded calmly, sipping on a glass of juice. “How have you been doing?” 

“You-” The auburn girl looked moments away from strangling the bluenette, if it wasn't Rose and Juleka holding her back, Alya would’ve already attempted murder. Not that she would succeed, of course, seeing as her target was Marinette (Come on, Mari could take Alya down within seconds). 

“Hey everyone!” A chirpy voice resounded, and everyone turned to see Lila Rossi approaching with a bright smile on her face, an uncomfortable-looking Adrien following behind. 

“Lila!” Alya practically squealed, jumping up to hug the liar. 

“I’m so sorry about what happened with Nino.” Lila said sympathetically. “He shouldn’t have just broke off your engagement like that.” She sighed sadly. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing out on.” 

Alya looked at the floor, sadness pouring all over her body language. 

“Yo! What’s up, dudes?” 

Alya immediately growled angrily, turning away, not wanting to face her ex-fiance. 

“Hey, Nino.” Adrien greeted passively, a soft smile appearing on his face. Marinette narrowed her eyes- What had Lila turned Adrien into? 

“Hey! Marinette!” Nino greeted brightly, jumping over to the bluenette. “It was so kind of you to offer to make Aurore’s dress for a cheaper price. I can’t thank you enough, dudette! She was ecstatic when she saw the draft you drew! We can’t wait to see the actual dress.” Nino beamed. “Thanks so much!” 

“Anything for a friend, Nino.” She replied warmly. “It was just a favour I owed Aurore, after all.” 

“What? You’re friends with that bitch?” Alya screeched angrily, eyes blazing. “You little-” 

“Alya, calm down.” Lila tried, grabbing onto her best friend’s arm. “Let’s- Let’s just talk about something else. Did you know, I met David Wayne and his brothers, Jimson Toadstool, Timlyer Dread, and Dichard Gerald last week?” 

Alya immediately gushed over the names her best friend mentioned as Marinette snorted loudly. “Omg! You’re so lucky, Lila.” Adrien shifted uncomfortably in the background, having to play along. 

“I have never heard such ridiculous things.” The cold tone of her fiancé made the bluenette perk up. What was Damian going to do?

“I have a question, Ms. Rossi.” Luka popped out, smiling icily. “Where did you meet David Wayne and.... What was it again?” 

“Jimson Toadstool, Timlyer Dread and Dichard Gerald.” Marinette perked up, reciting the ridiculous names. 

“Ah, yes.” Luka smiled coldly. “Where, exactly?”

“Hawaii, of course.” Lila lied smoothly. “They were there on a vacation, and Adrien and I just happened to meet them on the first class in the plane. We even stayed at the same hotel!” 

“That’s utterly ridiculous!” Chloe giggled, Kagami walking in with a sarcastic smile next to her. “Funnily enough, Damian Wayne- Oh sorry, what was it again?” 

“David Wayne.” Luka reminded her. 

“Ah yes. Your ‘David Wayne’ was in Gotham last week, sweetheart.” Chloe snorted. “Hawaii. Tsk, utterly ridiculous!” 

“As a matter of fact, we were spending the weekend with ‘David Wayne’s fiancee, and I can very much confirm that both ‘David Wayne’ and his fiancee were at Gotham.” Kagami informed them breezily. 

“Besides.” Damian finally spoke up. “You can be sued for identity theft.” 

Lila spluttered at this. “W-What?” 

“Nice to meet you, Rossi.” Damian smiled. “The name’s Damian Wayne, not David. Actually, it’s not nice to meet you at all. From what I’ve heard, you’re a manipulative liar who deserves to be brought to court.” 

“W-Why are you here?” Lila froze. 

“Why, to accompany my fiancee, of course.” Damian informed. 

Alya couldn’t help herself. “Who’s your fiancee?” 

Marinette stepped up, smiling brightly. “That’d be me, thank you.” She hopped off her chair, walking over to join her fiance. “You took long enough to calm down.” She giggled. 

Damian shrugged. “Just figuring out the quickest way to perform homicide. Now, hold on a second, angel.” He took out his phone, dialling a few numbers quickly. “Grayson, get me a lawyer. I’ve got a crazy lady claiming to know a ‘David Wayne’, ‘JImson Todd’, ‘Timlyer Dread’ and a ‘Dichard Gerald’.” 

“GERALD? GERALD? I COULD NOT HAVE BEEN ANYMORE OFFENDED! I’M GETTING YOU A LAWYER THIS VERY SECOND, BABY BIRD. I AM SO OFFENDED! GERALD! OF ALL NAMES, GERALD! WHATEVER CRAZY LADY THIS IS, SHE HAS A HORRIBLE TASTE IN NAMES! GERALD!” 

Luka, Marinette, and Chloe all simultaneously burst into laughter at Dick’s voice blaring over the phone. Even Kagami managed a little snicker. 

“Well, Ms. Rossi.” Damian smiled darkly. “Please have a word with my lawyer. I’ll arrange a plane flight for you to Gotham. Your trial should be sometime next week. As for you, Ms. Cesaire, I think it would be wise for you to keep a distance from Ms. Rossi unless you intend on getting involved.” 

So, after long, he had finally had the honour of meeting the woman who had caused so much chaos in his angel’s life. 

His angel might’ve been the warmth in fire, but he was definitely the destruction. Whoever hurt his angel would suffer his wrath, and he was only just getting started. 

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Cowboys and Angels

A COCKLES X READER RPF SERIES

Filming for the last season of Supernatural is underway and Y/N, long-time set photographer, finds herself the center of attention for two of her co-workers, Misha Collins and Jensen Ackles. A roller-coaster of emotions ensues over the year as the three of them attempt to balance work, the end of an era, and experimental love.

Epilogue

Summary: Three months later. (A surprise epilogue!) Warnings/Tags: Tooth aching fluff. Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins/Reader Word Count: 991 A/N: Once again, please assume everyone involved is consenting and polyamorous. No spouse hate. No wife hate. No Cockles hate. No Misha hate. No hate whatsoever. If you don’t like RPF, don’t read it, and don’t complain to me about it. Update: The oh-so-lovely @atc74 made this stellar aesthetic for me in hopes that it wouldn’t get the Tumblr Ban Hammer™. Let’s test it.

"Y/N! It's here!"

She sat up as Jensen rounded into the living room. He brandished a large packet envelope as though he held up a triumphant trophy. From his kitchen, Misha joined them, a questionable look clouding his otherwise pretty face.

"Is that—"

Y/N launched from the couch as she reached for the envelope. "The EW shoot!"

"Hey, now," Jensen said as he held it out of her reach. "No need to get grabby."

"Just open it!" she exclaimed. "I'm dying to see how it came out! I've been stressing about it since last summer."

Last summer. The memory flooded her mind as though it were only yesterday.

Malibu. Sun and sky. Three of the hottest men she had ever had the privilege to photograph. And one damn fine car.

The rip of the envelope returned her thoughts to the present. Jensen removed two magazines, held them out at arm’s length, and grimaced. "I dunno, Y/N. I look kinda old."

"You are kinda old," Misha teased. "Show her before she passes out."

He grinned as he turned the magazines over and showed her. One bore all three men, Misha and Jared side by side as they crowded over Jensen, all three smiling their beautifully soft smiles. The other bore Jensen and Jared, brothers beyond blood.

"Oh," she sighed, "they're perfect. Oh my god, they're wonderful." Unbidden tears filled her eyes as she grasped one and opened it. In a few pages, she found the article accompanied by her photographs, and then the tears flowed freely.

Jensen had found it, too, eyes redder than he would ever admit. "They used it."

"They did," she said as she covered her mouth.

Misha shuffled near and hovered over her shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "It says more than any words ever could."

"It does. And I'm glad I caught the moment," Y/N said. "I almost didn't. Everything was happening so fast, with the champagne and…"

A sniffle drew her up short. She looked to Jensen and found him staring at the same picture, tears streaming down his cheeks. When he saw that he'd been caught, he wiped at his face and snapped the magazine closed. "Shut up."

"I didn't say anything!" she declared through a laugh.

He half turned from them, the heel of his hand fervently rubbing at his eyes and a disgruntled sigh heaving his shoulders. “Dammit, I…” he started, but fell quiet. Hand withdrawn, a thousand-mile stare settled on his face, drawn to the large bay window full of sunlight. What, she wondered, did he see there if anything? The tiny knot between his brow and the distant gaze said more than any words could.

Like a moth to the flame, it wasn’t until the heat of him swallowed her whole that she realized she had crossed their living room and slipped under his arm. With hers wrapped around his waist, Jensen held her close about the shoulders. And then Misha’s warmth joined, flush to her back and a hand at her hip.

“To be honest, I never thought this would work,” Jensen stated. “And that scares me. I love you both so much, it’s terrifying.”

Y/N let that sink in a moment. “I didn’t think it would work either. And I love you both, too. And I am so glad we’re together, I can’t imagine not having either of you in my life with the show finished.”

A long silence filled the space between thoughts until Misha spoke. “I knew it would work out. I love you both too much for it to have not worked out.”

She glared at him over her shoulder. “Don’t be a dick.”

He quirked an eyebrow as he said, “I’m not. I’m serious. The minute we got to my apartment that first date, I knew you were the woman we had been searching for.”

Still skeptical, Y/N asked, “How so?”

He cupped her cheek and pressed his lips to hers without a single sign of hesitation. And though her eyes had closed, she felt Jensen’s on them. Despite that, despite the absurdly deviant nature of it all, it felt distinctly normal.

No. Not just normal.

It felt right.

Cool air met her lips as Misha parted from her and he said, “Because of that.”

“… of what?” she repeated.

“You felt it?” he asked. When her eyes narrowed, he said, “Tell me how that felt.”

A cautious look to Jensen found an equally confused quirk to his brow. “It felt… good. Like it always has. I don’t get it.”

Clarity blossomed on Jensen’s softened gaze. “It felt right.”

Right.

“Exactly,” Misha agreed. “That first night, it felt right. Nothing about it felt bad or wrong or taboo, whatever bullshit you want to call it. I’ve never experienced one iota of guilt or shame this entire relationship.” He paused before adding, “Except Christmas, but that was distinctly because we were not with you. That felt wrong.”

“It was awful,” Jensen added. “It felt like a part of us was missing the entire time. I hated it.”

Y/N scoffed as she said, “Trust me, you both more than made up for that.” An unbidden shiver coursed down her spine at the memory. “And I get what you’re both saying. As new as this sort of relationship is for all of us, it’s… easy? I’m not sure how to put it.”

Jensen nodded. “It just feels like everything is in the right place.”

“Like everything’s… organized,” Misha stated as he wrapped his arms around them both once more. “I don’t know, that’s not very romantic. Sorry.”

She settled into their warmth again and drifted off on that familiar current. Then it dawned on her, the perfect thought to punctuate the entire relationship.

“It feels like…”

Her silence lingered long enough that Jensen said, “Go on.”

She held them both closer as she spoke.

“Like the way it ought to be.”

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Heroes and Thieves, Ch. 11

Title: Heroes and Thieves Fandom/Universe: BTAS, pre/post-RotJ flashback

Summary: A story about second chances, healing, and having hope.

Rating: PG-13, for references to character death, child psychological torture and trauma.

Genre: Romance/Family/Friendship/Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 4,380 Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

Also on ff.net and AO3.

There was a time when I was alone Nowhere to go and no place to call home My only friend was the man in the moon And even sometimes he would go away, too

-Ruth B, "Lost Boy"

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Before.

“Batman, wait!”

Robin was too late; Batman had already charged ahead by ruthlessly breaking down the door to the house with the sole of his boot.  A low-key villain calling himself “Cluemaster” (whom Robin had incidentally never heard much of until now compared to the likes of Riddler or Joker, having supposedly gone “straight” for a couple years – at least according to Batman) had led them on a lengthy chase, and they ended up pursuing him all the way out to a small neighborhood in the suburbs.  As they infiltrated the dwelling, Robin hastily checked around to make sure no homeowners were present who could be caught in the fray – or worse, taken as collateral.

Fortunately the room was empty, aside from their glaringly orange-clad target in the middle of it, reaching for one of the plasti-glass pellets attached to the front of his costume. Batman had already anticipated the move though and launched forward faster than the other, lurching a blurred glove into his opponent’s throat, which caused him to drop the canister as his body was slammed hard against the wall.

“You’re under arrest for multiple counts of grand larceny, Cluemaster.  Or should I say, Arthur Brown?”

With his other hand, he grasped at the bandana covering the lower half of the man’s face, which had already come loose from the force of impact.  He jerked the rest of the kerchief off to expose a snarl under the guise, the owner evidently infuriated by the idea his identity had been so easily discovered.

“Now, where’s the money you stole?”

Arthur sneered.

“Why don’t I give you a clue to its whereabouts, and you can figure it out yourself, since you’re so smart?”

Batman growled as he grabbed his foe’s collar, lifting high into the air, letting free-dangling feet flail frantically.

“I don’t have time for these games.  Either you tell me voluntarily, or I’ll make you confess.”

Robin was getting anxious by the aggressiveness in Batman’s tone; making threats of violence wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but he’d been out of sorts all night, acting excessively and extremely hostile, leaping into enemy territory with heedless disregard to danger – to himself or those around him.  Sans his usual sangfroid.  He was starting to sound like that time Scarecrow dosed him with a gas that took away all his fear, resulting in Batman almost taking a henchman’s life.  It had taken all of Robin’s strength to haul him back up after Batman cut the line…

The current captive seemed to be getting panicky too, as he quickly changed his attitude, appealing to sympathy instead.

“Listen, I’ve got a wife and kid.  They’re asleep upstairs.  I just needed the cash to help support them.  We’re in a bit of a financial jam, y’see…”

Robin’s conscience wavered, recalling the time they had to prevent a penniless man from holding up a drugstore in order to obtain medicine for his daughter, who was simply sick with a high fever.  Of course this was theft on a much greater scale, but he still couldn’t help having some lingering empathy – especially based on his own past experiences dealing with poverty.

“That's one of the hardest things about this job, Robin.  Sometimes we have to stop someone from doing the wrong thing for the right reason.”

“…Daddy?”

As if on cue, all three revolved towards the top of the staircase, where a young girl with golden curls – probably about his age – was standing in bare feet and violet nightgown, beholding the scene before her with baffled eyes, big and blue and broad.

“Darling, why don’t you go back to bed?”  Arthur choked out, his own eyes bulging as cheeks turned indigo as well.  “You’re just having a bad dream.”

“Arthur?  What’s going on here?  I heard a loud noise…”

Robin swallowed as a woman emerged from behind the adolescent, gripping the girl’s shoulders as she drew her daughter in protectively, eyeing the pair of home intruders with fear and suspicion.  The situation was steadily turning from bad to worse.  He hurriedly bounded up the steps, trying to block at least the shorter one’s view with his arms and cape, acting as both shield and shroud.

“Both of you should stay back…”

Batman’s prey put on a pleading, pathetic look.

“Now now, you wouldn’t hit a guy in front of his family, would you?”

While his quivering lips pouted, his pupils seemed to flash triumphant.  Robin felt a sick chill in his stomach.  Had he set this up just to take advantage of innocent citizens – and his provider status for them – as an alibi?

Whatever the reason, Batman wasn’t falling for it.  While he slowly lowered his fist, he continued to glower viciously at his victim.

“I’m still taking you in. The police will be here soon, they can interrogate you.  And if you don’t admit to them, well…”  He leaned in close, crescent slivers narrowing.  Intimidating.  “They’ll just have to call me.”

With that, he twisted his prisoner around, pressing head harshly against partition again as he slapped a pair of handcuffs on.  Robin sensed the two frightened females peering over his shoulders, crying and clinging to each other as sirens started to wail outside, and the junior one almost looked like she was about to join them.   He thought about reaching out to try and comfort her, but a cold bark from Batman halted him.

“Let’s go, Robin.”

“But Batman-”

“Now.”

He was already halfway out the side exit when he said this, and, after a moment’s hesitation, Robin bit his lip and vaulted over the railing to race after him, cloak whisking out of sight just as officers began filing in.  As they headed back towards the Batmobile parked in the shadows close by, Robin hissed his irritation.

“You know, there were a million other ways you could’ve handled that.”

“I did what was necessary in order to get him to talk.  The police should have an easier time of it now.”

“Yeah, but did you have to do it while his wife and child were watching?  This is exactly the reason Nightwing left you, remember?”

Batman blatantly ignored the bold declaration of disapproval as his pager began to beep: a message from Batgirl, requesting backup.

“Armed robbery in progress, escalated to a hostage situation over on the north side.  We’re needed.”

“Did you even hear what I just said?”

Batman brusquely cut him off.

“We’ll discuss this later, at home.  Now get in the car.”

Robin grumbled, but grudgingly obeyed.

They never did discuss it though.  Concurring collectively, both Batman and Batgirl determined there were too many hired guns in the building, deeming it far too “risky” to bring Robin – the “kid” – along. …Plus it was a school night.  So Batman swung swiftly by the manor on the way, dropping Robin – Tim – off unceremoniously at the front gate despite loud and adamant protests, where Alfred was waiting to pick him up and march him straight on inside to get changed and ready for dinner.

“And ‘don’t forget to do your homework’,’” Tim mimicked Bruce’s reprimanding voice with a querulous whine as the vehicle sped off, leaving him in the dust.  “God, he still treats me like such a child.”

The butler patted his charge’s back consolingly, ushering within.

“Come along, Master Timothy. There are cookies and cocoa waiting for you inside – after you finish with your studies, that is.  We wouldn’t want to spoil your appetite, now would we?”

Tim shot an exasperated expression at the patronizing statement, but acquiesced.  Upon entering, he immediately tore off the mask and tossed it on the table in frustrated anger, flopping sullenly onto the couch without even bothering to remove the rest of the suit.  Alfred tutted, but made no remark as he disappeared into the kitchen, promising food would be served shortly.

As Tim gazed at the fireplace, he stewed over Batman’s earlier reckless – not to mention downright rude – behavior.  How could he even be so cruel and insensitive?  It wasn’t just the bossing around that bugged him, but he was genuinely rather troubled by Bruce’s mental state.  …Truth be told, he had a guess as to the cause for callousness.  He’d noticed a common trend in increasing indiscretion (and intractability) after their latest visit to Arkham, when they stopped by Two-Face’s cell following another escape – and subsequent suicide attempt.  Ever since he’d developed a third personality who judged himself guilty and sentenced to death for his sins, his condition had been gradually worsening.  It was to the point he – and his coin – had to be kept under constant watch and isolated lockdown.

Tim was never really sure how to feel about Two-Face (in the same way his chest was always confused and ached a little whenever he faced Clayface).  The man murdered his father; Tim supposed he should hate him for that. In addition, he’d even once mercilessly electrocuted Nightwing with a wire taser, forcing the senior superhero’s heart to completely stop.  …Had he not promptly administered CPR and literally brought his brother back from the brink of death, he might have lost another family member that day.

But, according to Dick, Bruce and Harvey had been good friends once – which explained why his guardian always bore a grieved semblance whenever they went up against Dent.  …Tim tried to imagine what it must be like, to watch one’s once close companion fight a losing battle against himself.  Clearly it was taking a capricious toll on the old man’s emotional and psychological well-being as well, making him far more mercurial and volatile – prone to violent vagaries.

Yet, even Tim recognized that didn’t excuse him taking it out on others, especially when it interfered with their work.  (Frankly that didn’t seem to be the only thing distracting recently either, given Batman and Batgirl had been ditching him more and more often as of late, citing his “immaturity” as pretense.  …But he didn’t really want to think about that right now.)  He was concerned about that girl as well.  Screw Batman, he should’ve stayed to try and talk to her.  At least give her some reassurance after witnessing such a harrowing event.

Making up his mind, he snatched his domino from the counter and was out the door (cautiously evading the security cameras he knew were watching overhead) just as Alfred came to call him for dinner.  Upon finding the parlor empty, and after exhausting all other options of where the lad might have gone to within the mansion (including underground area), the caretaker finally murmured in alarm.

“…Oh dear.”

…

It took Robin longer to get back by grapple alone, but eventually he made it to his destination. Descending on the rooftop from a nearby tree, he tiptoed towards a single annexed dormer window which jutted prominently from the tiles.  Testing the lucarne’s latch, it luckily wasn’t locked and slid open with relative ease. Silently slipping in, he was greeted almost instantly by an unpredicted punch to the face.

As he was thrown flat onto the bed, survival instinct triggered to roll over and try to fight back, but his own fists arrested when he saw his assailant was the same girl from before, glaring at him with mistrust.

“Who are you?!  Some kind of creepazoid stalker?”

“Whoa, whoa!  It’s me, Robin.  You know, from before?”

She stared at him, realization dawning.

“Oh.  …Sorry.  I didn’t know it was you.”

The way she said it, she still didn’t seem very impressed.

“…I’d hate to be someone you were expecting,” Robin muttered, rubbing at his sore jaw.

She folded her arms firmly.

“So?  What the heck are you doing here?  Again?”

“I- I just wanted to check and see if you were okay, after… all that.”

An eyebrow raised.

“And you thought coming in through the window was the best way to go about it?”

“…In hindsight that might not have been the best plan,” he acknowledged, repentant.  “Sorry.  Being with him tends to rub off on you.  I apologize if he scared you earlier.  He’s really not a bad guy.”

She exhaled, letting her limbs down.

“No, my father is, right? …It’s okay.  I know who and what my dad is.  He deserves to go to jail.”

Robin cocked in confusion at this unanticipated acceptance.

“But… He’s still your dad.”

“Yeah, and I hate him.” Her knuckles clenched, tightening. “He just wanted to use Mom and me to get away with his crimes.  We’re basically just tools, a means to an end for him.  He’s a total class-A jerk.”

Robin blinked, unsure how to respond to that.  He certainly hadn’t been prepared for this outcome.  An uncomfortable hush filled the chamber, which he idly noted details of as he glanced around nervously.  He’d never actually been in a girl’s room before, so he wasn’t sure what to expect.  He supposed the piles of stuffed animals and boy band posters were probably typical, though he was surprised to see some large prints of Superman lining the walls, and a bulletin board covered with newspaper clippings of Batman and Robin – mostly his predecessor – busting the Cluemaster’s previous petty heists.  She apparently wasn’t kidding when she said she had it in for her father.  (…The image felt almost eerily familiar, reminding of the days when he kept a similar chronicle in a corner of his own pops’ apartment, much to the old man’s displeasure.)

“…You’ve got weird taste for a girl,” he mused aloud.

“And you’ve got weird fashion sense for a boy,” she retorted, nose wrinkling.

“Hey, I didn’t design the suit,” he huffed defensively.

“And who did?  Your mom?”

Robin winced a bit, but bit his tongue.  “…Would you believe me if I said Batman?”

She sniffed.  “I mean seriously, what’s with that getup anyway? It’s so bright, it makes you look like a clown.”

Fed up with her criticism, he started to skulk back towards the outlet again.

“Look, I didn’t come here just to be insulted.”

A hand reached out to clasp his wrist, and he rotated to see her regarding him sincerely.

“Sorry, I was just joking. …You don’t have to leave.”

He gulped, blushing a little at the light touch.  The last time a girl held his hand like this for so long, she’d followed with a…

“Um, okay.”  He rubbed the back of his neck uneasily, growing tense as she inclined forward and grinned – before passing him by to hop onto the sill instead, sticking out her tongue at him.

“Ladies first.”

He whirled around in shock as she stepped out over the ledge.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?  That’s dangerous, get back here.”

“Relax, I do this all the time.  Besides, you jump around rooftops every night, don’t you?”

He impulsively climbed after her, keeping a careful eye on her footing, hovering close behind in case she fell.  But, true to her word, she did seem to have practiced this pattern many times before, effortlessly picking her way over the slates to the top, where she plopped down and petted the spot next to her.  Indicating invitation.  Tentatively, he took it and traced her wondering sightline to the stars above.

“…You know, I used to dream I’d see the Batman someday.  Drifting across the moon, dark against the night sky…”  She hugged her knees to her breast.  “This is the first time I’ve actually seen him in person.  For a second, I almost thought he was a monster.”

Robin remained quiet as she continued.

“But, my dad’s the real monster.  I know he’s hurt a lot of people – myself and Mom included.  He doesn’t care about us at all.”

“How come she doesn’t just divorce him?”

“She can’t afford a lawyer to kick him out.  He still owns the mortgage on the house.”

She smiled bitterly, drawing circles on the shingles.

“As a kid, I used to think about running away.  Getting on a plane and going somewhere far, far away from here.  Someplace exotic, where no one knows who I am or where I come from – like Africa.  …But, I could never do that to my Mom.  She’d be lonely if I left.  Even though she has some… ‘difficulties’, I still love her.”

She looked at Robin, who was still listening attentively.  Patiently.

“Sorry,” she mumbled in a slightly sheepish manner.  “I’m just making you sit through my random rambling.  I don’t usually get a chance to talk to anyone about this, let alone someone my age.  Having a lame, insane supercriminal for a dad isn’t exactly something I can tell all my friends at school.”

“It’s all right.  I wish there was more I could do to help…”

He replied, feeling as utterly useless – hopeless – as when he came across a bunch of homeless youths in his hunt for Annie after they’d gotten separated, the ragtag group of street rats sleeping together on a filthy mattress in an abandoned shelter; huddled under each other for warmth, sharing but one thin, dingy blanket between them.  (…The kind of neglected kid he could’ve easily ended up as had he not happened to be so lucky, to be “chosen” – caught before he slipped through the cracks into faded obscurity and was overlooked – forgotten – by society.)  There were some things punches and kicks just couldn’t fix.

“You’ve already done more than enough, thanks.  I’m grateful to you both for putting a stop to him.  …Even if it’s probably only temporary.”

“There has to be something that can be done though.”

“Really, you don’t have to go out of your way or anything.  Besides, why do you care so much anyway?”

He shrugged, surveying the distance.  “Maybe it’s because you kinda remind me of someone.”

She scanned his wistful countenance, scrutinizing closely.

“…Was she cute?”

“What- no.  I mean yes.  I mean, uh-” Robin stammered, flushing red as he was abruptly taken aback by the unexpected inquiry.  She giggled in snorting amusement at his oh-so-obvious reaction.

“Relax, Boy Wonder, I’m just teasing you.”

He coughed, regaining composure.

“To be honest, that’s not the only reason.  My dad wasn’t much of a prize either.  …Although he can’t compete with yours.”

“Ehhh?”  She gaped at him in astonished awe.  “But he’s so cool!”

“Huh?”  He puzzled for a beat, then it clicked what she was talking about.  “Oh, you think that Batman’s- no, he’s not my real dad.  I’m not even sure I would even go so far as to call him much of a ‘father figure’ actually.  He’s more like a… mentor?”

It was her turn to listen as he ruminated, reflecting.

“He saved me though. Took me in when I had no place else to go.  Gave me a second chance.  I’ve… done things I’m not exactly proud of either.  If he hadn’t found me, I’d likely be dead or in jail myself right now.”

Sensing a buzzing interruption from his waist – a warning summons from the butler no doubt – he consulted the timestamp in the corner of the display, and cringed upon calculating how much interval had elapsed in his absence.

“…Speaking of which, I should probably get back soon.  Batman’s gonna kill me once he finds out I’m gone without letting anyone know.”

Her forehead creased with contriteness.

“You didn’t have to go that far for me…”

“Hey, don’t sweat it. It’s the least I could do.”

She looked reluctant to end the conversation though.  He wondered if he was the first person she’d ever been this open to about her feelings. …After some thought, he fished around in a pocket and pulled out another spare backup communicator.

“Listen, don’t tell anyone about this; Batman doesn’t like me lending out tech.  But if you ever need anything, you can get in touch with me on this.  I’ll come as soon as I can.  …Only if it’s an emergency though.  He’ll really give me an earful if he finds out I’m using our gadgets for personal stuff.”

She looked down at the device in trepidation.

“Is it really okay for me to have this?”

“Yeah.  It’s no problem, don’t worry.  I know how to keep a secret.  And I’ll definitely stop by again sometime, so we can hang out some more if you want.  Whaddya say?”

Her eyes lit up, and- without warning, she flung her arms around him in an appreciative hug (that very nearly knocked him off balance).

“…Thanks, Robin.”

His hue embarrassed again, but he gently reciprocated the gesture.

“Hey, what are heroes for?”

After an awkwardly long minute, she propelled back from the embrace with a self-conscious laugh.  Once the rapid beating in both their ribs had calmed down (and she’d surreptitiously wiped some tears from her face), she afforded him a somewhat odd look.

“…What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s just… Calling you ‘Robin’ feels kinda weird.  It’s like a girl’s name.”

“Hey, it can be a boy’s name too,” he sulked in indignation.  “Besides, at least it is a name.”

She shook her head, concentrating intently on him as she contemplated.  After a bit, she brightened with sudden brilliance.

“I know!  I’ll call you ‘Peter’ – since you came in through the window.  …And ‘cuz of the tights.”

Robin blanched as she pointed playfully at his leggings.

“…I think I’d rather be called ‘Robin’.”

“Nope,” she cheerfully announced.  “You’re ‘Peter’ to me now.”

Robin sighed, but didn’t object further to the nickname.  It wasn’t like he could tell her his real title.

“Fine.  ‘Peter’ it is then.  …Does that make you ‘Wendy’?”

She smirked with a wink.

“If you want me to be.”

He blinked, clearing his throat as he stood up, almost stumbling over his heels as he backed up in haste.

“Right.  Well then.  Wendy.  …Guess I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah.  See ya.”

“…’Kay, bye.”

“’Kay, bye.”

He waved as he fired his grapple into the branches and swung away, and she merrily returned the motion. Elated, Robin’s spirit soared over heightening city structures back to the estate, performing as many flips and tricks as he could on the way.  …Although come to think of it, he had failed to ask for her actual name.  …Oh, well. There was always next time.

Rather than directly approach the porch or cave entrance, Robin thought about endeavoring to sneak back in through the second-story opening to his own bedroom, so he could pretend he’d been there all along.  …Unfortunately, as soon as he’d made it inside and detached his façade, he bumped straight into a severely stern-looking Bruce towering over him.

“Where the devil have you been?  We’ve been trying to contact you for the past hour.  Barbara’s out there searching all over for you right now.  Meanwhile I’ve had to help Alfred double-check every secret room and passage in the manor.  Do you know how long that takes?”

Tim merely shrugged.

“I went out for a stroll. Is that a crime?”

“In this house, it is. Do I need to start putting a tracer on your utility belt again?”

“No, sir,” he squeaked meekly.

Bruce heaved a grunt.

“Just hurry up and go get changed, young man.  Your dinner’s cold already.  Alfred made soup.  Make sure you apologize to him too, he’s been worried sick.”

“Yeah yeah, I hear ya, old man.”

“And did you finish your homework?”

Tim flinched.  He knew there was something else he’d forgotten.

“You had better get to it if you want to come patrolling with us tomorrow night.”

“I will.”

Before he vanished into the privacy of his enormous closet (which, in his own private opinion, was way too overly spacious – though no one would certainly hear him complain), Tim paused, calling softly back over his shoulder.

“Bruce.”

“What?”

“Thanks… for caring.”

…

About a month later, a couple men dressed in black arrived at the Brown residence, carrying grim, serious auras and stiff briefcases containing various important-looking official documents.  An obstinate Stephanie insisted on sitting down alongside her mother on the sofa as they discreetly disclosed the news she never once conceived she’d get to hear like this:

Her dad was dead.

Apparently he’d cut a deal while in prison, and became a part of something clandestinely known by a select few outside those in power as a “Suicide Squad”.  He’d perished while on a covert mission for the government, and – according to these strange men’s confidential report – he’d died a “heroic sacrifice”.

Stephanie didn’t know how to react.  What to feel. …How she was supposed to feel.

As she sat in her room, trying to write in her diary but coming up blank, her observation shifted to the window still left ajar each evening, through which a mild breeze blew. Opening her desk drawer, she retrieved the hidden miniature handset from the far back, tucked neatly behind all sorts of stationery.  She had avoided using it up to now, afraid of coming off as an annoyance.  …But she hadn’t seen Robin at all since then.  No one had.  Based on what she’d gathered from growing gossip, he’d been fully MIA over the course of the past few weeks, and rumors were starting to spread.  It was like his existence had been entirely erased, simply evaporated off the surface of the earth.  …She was worried about him too.

She pushed the button, hands shaking in mounting apprehension as she elevated to her ear.

There was a long, low hum of crackling static, before someone (presumably) picked up at last.

“…”

“Hello?”

“…Who is this?  How did you get access to this comm line?”

“I’m… a friend of Pet- Robin’s.  Is… he there?”

An extensive gap stretched.

“There is no more Robin.”

The pronouncement was deep. Disturbing.  Definite.

“Do not contact here again.”

With a final click, the other end hung up.

She tried, repeatedly – desperately – to dial back – but the machine seemed to have been remotely disconnected.  Slumping forward in defeat as she let go the last potential link – lifeline – she buried her face in her sleeves, and burst into sobs.

At length, she dried her sniffles and rose, dragging her feet to the wide frame.  Casting one last look of longing out at the pitch gloom, she shut the pane.  …Shutting out pain, and all the brief memories associated with it.

…

She never saw Robin again.

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He sprinkled me in pixie dust and told me to believe Believe in him and believe in me Together we will fly away in a cloud of green To your beautiful destiny As we soared above the town that never loved me I realized I finally had a family

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Letter From The Deadly Urges Killer Phillip Jablonski

August 7th 2018 Dearest______, Received your more than welcome unexpected letter. I believe we will have fun writing each other and learning about each other. Have a personal questionnaire for you in my letter. I have no problem with you being a _______. I am also a artist and love to draw I do portraits but not very good. But I try I drew most portraits of serial killers. Most are done only for a (not sure what he says here). I love writing people. I am 71 years old I am very honest and open with my pen pals. You mailed your letter on the 14th of July. I received your letter on August 3rd 2018 so you see mail can be slow reaching me. Question can you remember what website you got my name off of? I was raised an alcoholic father. When I was 5 years old I was molested by two male cousins. When I told my dad we confronted them. They denied it happened (not sure what he says here) received punishment by Dad for lying. Then by my cousin for telling my dad. I never open my mouth and done what they told me they used me to bondage and Mild torture. They passed me around to their close friends for sexual pleasure. They had me until I was 7. After that I was at pleasure of older men and boys in the neighborhood. The men got hold of me from (not sure what he says here). They teach me about fuck stick. How to deepthroat any size dick they used me bad (not sure what he says here) bring me back to consciousness. It first time I sleep with a man first experience a threesome and be gangbanged they made me call to them and lick feet and legs then ball sack then lick their dick and kiss the head and suck it. I was 9 years old when they had me for sexual pleasure. The (not sure what he says here) men and older boy. My dad owned apartments he rented an apartment to a high-school teacher. I was having problems with my school work so he hired him to tutor me. During our tutoring session. He tutor me in his bed. He told me your dad rent fuck his son. I was 12 years old when he tutored me in his bed he tutored me in his bed first then in my class work always totally nude. Then he tutored me to be a boy prostitute. I got comfortable to bondage and torture and doing whatever he requested from me. A John suggested I would look gorgeous dressed as a girl. So teach me to dress like a girl wearing panties, bra with different size plastic insert in bra and makeup and a dress. He pimped me until I was 15. I pimped myself and let boys seduce me. (I’m not sure what he says here) I was running errands for her. I (not sure what he says here) near the truck I didn’t know he was checking out my butt cheeks. Fantasy about sodomy me. I agree to go to bed with him he used me for is poker chips during Friday night poker game. He own a cabin take me there and he made pornographic film with me and his friend for 5 months. Two brothers I know try to seduce me not knowing I was gay when we played tag football they would pinch my butt cheek and squeeze my butt cheek act like it was an accident. When we wrestled they pinch my butt cheeks and squeeze them to. I was getting horny. Their parent (not sure what he says here) one night their parents we’re going to a party really late so they give them permission for me to stay the night giving their sons the opportunity to use me for their sexual pleasure soon their parents left. They said Philip we would like to talk to you. I knew they wanted to talk to me to put dick up in my anal hole. I went into their bedroom got nude got on the bed and put a pillow under my stomach putting my butt cheeks in the air. Making it easy to sodomy me. When they came in I said I am gay who first to sodomy me. They wore my butthole out. They gangbanged me all night and for the next two months sodomy every opportunity they got. At age 16 I pimp myself twice I am working as a caddy one day a golfer I was caddying for wanted to know if I knew where he could pick up a male prostitute. I told him I am a prostitute we had agreed to make some pornographic videos and do bondage and Mild torture. Anything goes I told him I was a prostitute I sucked him and let him sample the merchandise. We went to a motel when we got in the room there was five other men present. I (not sure what he says here) they didn’t waste anytime using me. He paid me $400. One day I was walking home from the golf course A car pulled up beside me he (not sure what he says here) me. He said he would pay me $20 to suck his dick. I agreed to suck him. He solicited me to sleep with him he pay me $50 to sleep with him I take him (not sure what he says here). I am a rapist and pedophile and child molester and serial killer. I raped my two young sister’s pussy old we were lovers until she was 15. I raped my youngest sister at 5 she helped me to seduce the neighbors 9 year old daughter. I also raped my sister-in-law’s niece then later raped my sister-in-law. Raped my own mother. And best male friend. I teach him sexual feeling he was gay when I raped him. Also raped my sister’s best male friend (not sure what he says here) I pimp both of them. When I was in high school I was in photography class. I was a (not sure what he says here) my parents bedroom into a dark room. I sleep with some seller to get some equipment for my dark room my teacher loaned me a camera to take family portraits in the 60s the biggest thing is mothers having their infants or toddlers photographed nude on a Bearskin rug. I love seeing the infant’s Toddlers then watch them strip out of the diapers then lay on their stomach. The palm of hand ran all over there sweet bodies. I was almost drooling to lick them starting feet then their petite sweet butt cheeks and lick their tight butthole out. If a girl her pussy out real good if it was a male lick his petite dick and bite it. The first infant and toddler I had the opportunity to molest. A mother wanted have photographs of her infant daughter 4 month old and her son a toddler 1 years old she left them with me in the room in their diapers. She want photograph side by side. I took photos of them in their diapers. Then I stripped them nude I took photographs of them the way the mother requested me to then I molested them. I took exotic pose and tied them with string. Next I molested two brother 1 and 2 years old. The mother want photographs nude bathtub I took pictures exotic pose of them and tied them up. I have been a pimp the youngest I have pimped was 3 months old nigger female infant and a one month male infant. Also pimp my wife’s best friend who was in the (not sure what he says here) I seduced her 14 year old son she had a 19 year old fanboy (not sure what he says here). I am a great animal lover I have been around dogs, cats and horses all my life. The first unusual pet I had what is a 3 paw Red Tail Fox. I helped nurse him back to health the fox belonged to two gorgeous young Mexican girls one was 11 years old. She liked to flirt. And for some reason to flaunt her body. She had nice small firm tits with large nipples. She 4 cut-off jeans just below her knee showing her long legs she also like to wear tank tops and mini skirts and had a string bikini. She just wore them to test her ability to attract boys. She got my attraction (not sure what he says here) I was almost drooling wanting to use my tongue up her long legs then to her sweet petite butt cheek and lick her butthole out. Then lick her pussy out real good. I want to rape and sodomy her then pimp her. Her eight-year-old sister was real fine to she wears short dresses most of the time expose her long legs but not as long as her sisters. The girls were enrolled in a (something) School. Their parents were going up to Northern California to pick fruit. They give me the opportunity to rape their daughters (not sure what he says here) so hard to read the day they drop their off I show them their rooms and walked them to (not sure what he says here). The girls get comfortable in their rooms. They weren’t going to be virgins much longer. And soon I would train my new prostitutes. (I don’t know what he says here) and strip nude. Then I called the girls is the living room the 11 year old best and a tank top and cut-off jeans showing off her sexy long legs. Her sister was wearing a normal short dress she wouldn’t be in her clothes long I had the eight-year-old come to me and she got between my legs. I turned her around so I can unzip her dress. After unzipping her dress I slip it over her head. Then I put her across my lap on her stomach. Slowly pull her panties a nice petite gorgeous View. I had my palm of my hand her medium long legs then her sweet butt cheeks then squeeze and slap her butt cheeks until they turn pink. She asked her sister why she was nude she said you fool he’s going to molest us. He is going to rape us. I told her sister to hand me my belt I tied her sister’s arm behind her back then told her give me a slow strip tease for me. When her tank top come off her small tits come into view boy did she have some large nipples. Then she removed her jeans I pulled her sister over pulling on her back. She had great surprise size tits then I slowly removed her pants I squeeze her sister’s tits. Then I told the 11 year old to go on the bed boy did her petite body move so fine. I want to sodomy that fine butt cheeks. I told her to lay on her stomach. I put her sister down her in the closet before I left the room I told her don’t move or I’ll kill you. I get my buck knife find some rope I keep in the house I am to tie her spread eagle to the bed. When I got to the bed I tied her spread eagle her gorgeous butt and squeeze it I take her sister out of the closet take her to my bedroom time to teach her about adult games. I laid her on the bed on her stomach I put her butt in the air to make it easy to fuck her tight virgin butthole. I went and got my Polaroid camera and came back paragraphs nude with her hands tied then untie her hand and put my Polaroid on the nightstand later I would take some nice nude petite poses. I put my fingers in there tight butthole I put it as deep as I could get then rotate my fingers inside her I can only get my first three fingers in her tight butthole. Then I laid down next to her her pussy over my mouth and eat her out when her pussy juice flowed into my mouth it tastes like sweet nectar. Then I laid her on her back and spread her legs and I could only get my first two fingers in her pussy hole. Then I photo her nude exotic photographing her. I found some small objects to put up her butthole. I laid her on her stomach I found a medium ink pen and slid it up her butthole then flipped her over and did the same thing to her pussy now it’s time for her to learn the molesting game. I would put my big dick up her tight butthole then in her pussy. I walked into the bedroom and photograph nudes and tie up. I untied her legs and slid a pillow under her stomach. Putting her fine but in the air I started licking her butt hole out good for her. Then I spread her butt cheeks take my hand to penetrate her sweet butthole I took my four fingers and put it in her butt it made her whole body jump. Then took them out and lay down beside her and put her pussy over my mouth and eat her out when pussy juice fill my mouth she push her pussy down my mouth it was like she was trying to suffocate me with her sweet pussy hole. Then I take more Newton exotic poses I tortured them and trained them well I teach them how to flirt and flaunt their body in front of men. I had a housekeeper she had a three year old toddler. She wore pull up diapers when I got (not sure what he says here) daughter adopted has her pet call him dog. I would see her dress ride up. Send me a good view of diaper and legs. Her mother couldn’t keep her daughter in her dress. So her daughter ran around in her diapers I would fantasize be like to use her sweet innocent body and give her body a nice tongue bath. I was looking for the right opportunity to molest her daughter and make her daughter a willing prostitute the opportunity came unexpectedly. Usually when she would go to town to get grocery shop or pay bill. But I was working in my upholestry shop backseat of a car. When come in my shop she had daughter with her. She said I know you’re working but would you mind babysitting my daughter her daughter was wearing a dress I don’t want her daughter and her dress or diaper. Her mother left the shop she was on the way to her car. I didn’t waste no time I pick her up sit down on back seat I was upholstering pull her dress over her head I slowly pulled it off her then pulled off her diaper I gave her a nice slow tongue bath. I had her laying across my lap I beat her butt cheeks bright red was enjoying it I spread her butt cheeks I can only get half a finger into her butthole. Then stand up and put her pussy over my mouth and eat her pussy out she was wiggling laughing and I laid her on her back lick her butthole again. Then I put the tip of my finger in her pussy. I wouldn’t let her remain a virgin. I got a thin pencil and shove it up her ass. I put her on her knees and made her suck my dick. Took pictures of her nude and exotic poses. I told her if she told her mother she couldnt play with fellow. She didn’t tell her mother. One night she asked if she could sleep with my silly cat. She sleep on the bed with me. I would ask her she said okay. I would being molester her daughter most of the night her sleep with me (I don’t know what he says here) she would make me crazy when I see her young body and her diapers. My next unusual pet was a raven. When the raven find me. I named him Ralph. I also had family parrots I had two macaws the male was completely red the mate was completely blue. I also had a cockatoo completely white name lady. Lady didn’t like males she love my mother I also had an African grey parrot he loves to talk on the phone he can mimic my voice perfectly. Ralph join my bird family and cause chaos. He went to pester the parrots ralph would steal the parrots food. But he couldn’t outsmart Holly she wouldn’t let ralph steal her food. I would let Ralph sample my food that I cooked but I had to be careful what I let Ralph sample because Ravens are (something). Ralph and my mother had a game she would tell Ralph he was a bird and bird would eat bird seed. But ralph never eat bird seed. Ralph love to eat fruit and veggies and hot dogs and sausages and french fries no salt salt would hurt Ralph. I had cats a Russian blue Siamese in a heavy rainstorm I named her psycho cat. When I was in the main part of the prison I was tattoo artist I tattooed gay and bisexual and transsexual and heterosexuals. I would tattoo their fine ass cheeks when I complete the tattoo I get some benefits I take my cock and put it in their anal hole even when I tattoo straight ass cheeks. I take my big dick in their tight virgin assholes. I had one straight guy I raped. After I enjoyed his butthole I pimped him. I let other tattoo artist fuck his butt to.

Now for some personal questions 1. Where are you seduced on rape the first time you were sodomy? 2. At what age where you first sodomy? And suck your first dick? 3. Do you swallow cum? And do you deep throat a male dick? 4. Do you like big dick, small dick, medium dick, fat dick, or skinny dick. 5. Do you like bondage and torture? 6. Do you have a lover? If so how old? 7. Have you ever been photographed in the nude? Or an exotic poses? 8. Have you been sodomy on your hands and knees bent over like a horse? 9. When did your parents find out their son is gay? 10. What is the longest relationship you have been in? 11. What’s the longest sex you had? Well my friend I’ll close for now love, Philip

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