#he was reincarnated into jason or dick (leaning more to jason)

[mae-dwrites]

“You remind me of someone.” her voice was contemplative.

“I do?” she could hear him quirk his eyebrow.

“Yeah.” her voice was unusually quiet.

“Is that good or bad?” he gave a nervous laugh and leaned back watching her.

Dani sighed looking down at the city below them. She didn't quite know. She’d found him but he didn't recognize her.

#dp x dc prompt #dp x dc #dc x dp prompt #dp x dc au #dani phantom #danny phantom #dani has been trying to find danny for years and finally has but he doesn't seem to recognize her #danny was reincarnated but he doesn't remember anything about his past life/half-life #he was reincarnated into jason or dick (leaning more to jason) #she looks at him and “it's you” to “is it you?” #i left it open-ended on purpose #pick a boy!! (lol) #how did danny end up reincarnated? that's an excellent question #(I don't have an answer. that one dog meme “no fleshing out. only concept”) #maybe an emergency panic button that lets him just be reborn so his core could heal peacefully and stress free #I think that would be fun #but point is danny reincarnated as batboy. dani has been searching and he doesn't remember ✨anything!✨

[metalheadcowboy]

"That crap's gonna kill you one day."

Eddie sighed, putting his cigarette out on the porch of the old trailer, already littered with burn marks from him and Wayne alike, "Yeah, yeah," he mocked, waving his hand in a dismissive motion.

"I can think of about ten things more likely to kill me right now than a few cigarettes," the metalhead spoke clearly, looking up at the young man looming over him, dark shadows complimenting sharp features quite well, "And that's not including you."

Jason just scoffed as Eddie's near maniacal grin broke his blank expression, crows feet forming in the corners of his eyes, sparkling brown orbs practically hidden, "Dick," he sneered with no real malice, playfully pushing the other man's head away from himself, small smile cracking his own lips.

God, Eddie loved his smile, his big stupid teeth so white and bright they damn near put the moon to shame, "Eh, you love me," he declared as Jason settled himself down on the worn out wooden step next to him, visibly tensed up from the former statement. The brunette just sighed, looking up at the stars shining above them wishing he hadn't put out that smoke

"Sorry," he weakly apologized, knowing how sentimental sappy things like that made him feel, at least coming from him, a guy. Jason just shrugged, bringing a hand up to his lips, picking anxiously at the scabbed, pale skin.

Eddie frowned, "Hey, thought I told you to cut that shit out," he said, reaching a hand out to wrap around the cuff of Jason's letterman jacket. Was it sick that at such a moment he wished he could have such an item wrapped around his own frame.

The blonde huffed as Eddie reached the other hand to his cheek, swiping over his abused bottom lip with a concentrated look, "Jesus, you're bleeding," he grumbled, examining the red staining his thumb pad. Jason tried to pull away, annoyance taking him over, but before he could Eddie was leaning in.

The metalhead slipped his hand to the back of Jason's neck, pulling him into a chaste kiss. Before the shorter man could even think of pulling back, Eddie's tongue, warm and wet slipped over his bottom lip with intention of cleaning up the mess himself. This pulled a shocked gasp from Jason, not knowing what else to do but lean away.

He quickly scrunched up his nose, using he back side of his wrist to wipe away the spit tracked along his lip, "Freak," he muttered, regaining his composure while Eddie just laughed his wild hyena-like laugh that gave Jason that shameful butterfly feeling deep in his gut.

"Look! All healed," Eddie mused, clapping his hands together once, breaking the late night silence of the trailer park, "Just call me Christ reincarnated, or whatever." This pulled a soft smirk out of the blonde man.

"Resurrected," he corrected shortly, leaning back on one hand, using the other to straighten out the back of his hair, " And I'm pretty sure Jesus didn't go around kissing people."

Eddie rolled his eyes, "Yeah, well I'm also sure that he wasn't fucking real, so there's that," he retorted, shifting his ankle to knock knees with Jason who looked less than thrilled with that comment. Eddie just couldn't win.

"Don't say shit like that," Jason mumbled like he had something to prove, like there was someone just waiting to condemn. Hell, at this rate Eddie was sure that the other man really did think that. That God was going to come from the sky and smite him if he thought anything different than what that small bullshit Catholic church down in the center of town preached. It was sad, really.

Eddie, never able to be serious for too long, threw his hands up in surrender, "Hey man, you can have your idols and I'll have mine," he bargained, "Kelly Nickles, God rest his soul." the metalhead made a faux praying motion with his hands up towards the overhead of the balcony.

Jason rolled his eyes, "He's not dead."

"With how long it takes news to spread to Hawkins, guy could have ODed last week 'n we still wouldn't have a clue," Eddie reasoned, "That's the thing about rock and roll, man, you never know."

As much as Jason wanted to scold Eddie's out of pocket claim, he kept his mouth shut, "And does that include you?"

"What's that mean?" Eddie questioned, looking over at Jason with a confused puppy dog look.

Jason shrugged for what would have to have been the millionth time that night, "The rock and roll being unpredictable thing," he added, making gestures with his hands like he was trying to think up what to say, "I could just wake up one morning and you'd just be..." the man cleared his throat, willing away a threatening voice crack, "Gone."

Eddie's expression loosened at the sudden display of emotions, "I mean..." he thought on it, face tightening itself back up in thought, "I mean, hypothetically... I guess so, sure." Hell with the shit Eddie did in his free time he could die tonight if he felt like he needed a little more than usual to take the edge off of this conversation.

Jason didn't seem satisfied with this answered, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he pondered it over, toe of his Nike tapping overtly on the step.

"I don't want that." he announced surely. Now, about a year ago, when everything with Vecna and the Upside Down was going down his answer would have been completely different. He would have done anything to have Eddie Munson's head on a silver platter, anything to avenge Chrissy. But he'd mellowed down since then, developed feelings he wasn't so sure he agreed with or even understood. And for some odd reason, he needed Eddie in his life now more than ever.

It was a simple statement and yet something about it made Eddie's heart pick up. It was stupid, really, and yet to the brunette it meant the world. Because getting Jason to admit any kind of feeling was like pulling teeth, and here he was coming right out with it.

And in about an hour Jason would be gone, speeding off in his sparkling new model Jeep Cherokee, but Eddie would still have this one declaration on his mind, "Well, thanks, I think," he brushed off, unable to keep the edges of his mouth from turning up.

"No problem, Munson."

#I had no idea where this was going when I started but oh well #Eddie Munson #Jason Carver #Munver #Stranger Things

[joonslfttiddie]

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Chapter 39: It's His Fate...

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Reincarnation/Polyfidelity/Ghosts/AMBW

💜Warnings: Sexual content/protective order/mentions of harassment/questioning of sexuality/adult content/unprotected sex/mention of violence/adult language

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 4,883

CHAPTER 39

Another POV

*smack*

The sound of flesh on flesh echoes throughout the room. Holding his face, Tony looks up at his brother from the ground, where he’s on his knees, his weight resting back on his feet.

“You fucking dumbass. Do you realize how much trouble you’ve caused?! I told you over and over and fucking over again to leave that woman alone; now look at you. If you’re going to do illegal shit, you should be smart enough to not get caught,” the man yells down at the other after slapping the shit out of him.

“Why is it illegal? How is checking in on and watching over the love of my life a fucking crime? She needs me! She needs me to keep her safe!”

“Tony, she doesn’t fucking need you! You really are a psycho, aren’t you?! You are delusional. That’s why you’ve had to go to therapy to begin with. You ain’t nothing but a little weak ass boy… weak mind and body. You’re way out of your depths thinking you could bag that bitch, baby boy. She doesn’t want you…never has and never will!”

Spit is flying from his mouth as he berates his little brother.

“She is way too much woman for you to handle, anyway. Shit, I could tell from the first day I saw her, when I dropped you off for your session all those years ago, that she needed a real man to dick her down,” he says, leaning over to speak directly into Tony’s ear. “I was so close to burying my pipe in that sweet pussy. To reach that itch, she needs scratched so badly. To have her bent over, panting out my name. I was this fucking close,” the man says with his thumb and index finger centimeters apart, demonstrating how close he was to fucking Tia.

“DON’T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT HER LIKE THAT! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!”

“Who the FUCK do you think you’re talking to, bitch?” He continues to speak with his hand now around Tony’s throat, squeezing as hard as he can. “You must think I’m Jason. Don’t forget, I don’t fucking baby your ho ass just because you’re our little brother. Well, half little bastard ass brother.”

Tony wants so badly to fight his brother, but he knows that’s a battle he’s never been able to win. He’s only a few years younger, but he wasn’t blessed with the strength and muscle they possess. Maybe Brandon has been right all along. Maybe it is because he has a different mother, has different genes. Whatever. He definitely can’t beat him now as darkness clouds his vision.

“Brandon, that’s enough,” Jason says when he emerges from around the corner, entering the room. His tone, however, doesn’t carry the same urgency as Tony’s current predicament.

Reluctantly, Brandon releases Tony’s throat, allowing him to fall to the floor, coughing and gasping for air while holding his neck.

“Why the fuck are you always protecting this little fucker? I should have just killed him when we first found out about him. When his whore of a mother dumped him on our doorstep like the mutt he is.”

Jason doesn’t particularly like Tony either, but he is more patient, whereas Brandon has always been more hot-tempered and impulsive.

“Well, you’ve missed that chance by a few decades, huh? Besides, he is obviously Dad’s son, too, always chasing behind a skirt just like he did, and our grandfather, and our great-grandfather. This is a trait we’ve all gotten honestly,” Jason sits on the couch and continues with, “Now, get up, Tony.”

The man complies and gets up to sit on the other chair, still holding his throat, eyes bloodshot.

“Your ass would still be in jail if it was up to me. You better be glad Jason was nice enough to bond your ass out,” Brandon says, seething.

“Well, it’s the least WE could do, seeing as he’s taking the fall for you, Brandon. That is the deal, seeing as he did create the perfect opportunity to get you off the hook,” Jason retorts.

While Tony has put himself in a tight spot on his own by stalking Tia and getting caught, confessing to poisoning her wine took some convincing, but not much. Like Jason said, that was the deal to get him out of that hell hole. Not only that, even though they treat him like shit, they are his brothers. He still loves them, nonetheless. They are mean, but they are present in his life. They haven’t abandoned him.

"I told you...I didn't do it! Plus, he's going to prison anyway. A few more years won't hurt and if I had done it, that's the least HE can do with his useless ass. And, I mean, everything worked out so perfectly for him to do this," Brandon says while taking a seat next to his twin. "It is as if it's his fate."

“Tony, enjoy your freedom for now but stay away from that woman. Don’t make us regret getting you out,” Jason warns.

Tony nods, looking so small sitting on the edge of the couch, but inside, he is still fuming over the way things have transpired. His entire life has been a complete shit show, but it has gotten progressively worse. Tony seems to disassociate when he stares off into space with a lost look on his face.

He can’t get the memory out of his head. The reel of Officer Jeon fucking his woman through the window is on a loop, playing in his mind. The look on her face was as if she was enjoying it. The way Officer Jeon continued to pound into her even after seeing him standing in the yard… watching them. The disrespectful motherfucker kept eye contact while driving into her from behind.

I can’t wait to feel the warmth of his blood on my hands. He wants to be me…wants to take my place so fucking bad. And that slut…how could she do this to me? Wait! He had to have forced himself on her. Yeah, that’s it. She was looking like that because he was hurting her. Of course, that’s it. She needs me! She can’t report or take him down alone, especially with him being a cop! Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be there to save you soon.

Taehyung’s POV

When I wake up, I see that Tia is gone and find myself cuddled against Namjoon’s back. He is so warm, and his scent is familiar. It reminds me of Jungkook and Jimin. Maybe it’s our bond causing our natural scents to sync up…maybe? Anyway, I look over this massive man to find Jimin cutely nestled into his chest.

“How adorable,” I whisper while rolling out of bed to find Tia, first grabbing my phone from the nightstand. I’m checking my notifications but hear something at the door and look up and see Tia and Jungkook peeking through the crack.

“What are y'all doing?” I whisper to them, moving to join them in the hallway.

“We were just looking at how cute you guys are. I’m so happy you guys feel so comfortable and are so welcoming to Namjoon,” Tia informs me.

“Yeah, he’s a good guy. I’ve only known him for, literally, less than 24 hours, but it’s just something I know somehow. He’s supposed to be here with us,” I share. “He gives me the same feeling that Jungkook and Jimin radiate.”

“Yeah, I mentioned that to him last night before I left. He’s experienced ‘the feeling.’”

“The feeling?”

Jungkook nods at Tia before continuing, “Yeah. It’s comparable to having butterflies… flutters in your stomach that flip while your heart is racing, but there’s this almost overwhelming happiness that comes over you all at once. It’s warm and loving, like the relationship between brothers, but also attractive and sexy, like a lover. Does that even make sense?”

“Wow, you explained it perfectly,” I say, agreeing with every word.

“Bro, why the fuck is your voice so deep?! You can’t whisper for shit, either,” Jimin says grumpily, surprising us when he opens the bedroom door wide. Namjoon stands behind him, waving and smiling brightly.

“Awww, my Jiminie. Did I wake the baby up?” I can’t help but tease him, finding it funny that his morning personality is so different from his usual self.

His duality is insane. He’s such a child when he first wakes up, but that motherfucker that was with Tia last night was a fucking man! He just cuts his eyes at me, making his way straight to Tia, hugging her small frame and hiding his face in her neck.

“Good morning, everyone,” Namjoon greets. We all answer at once with ‘good mornings and what’s up’.

“Tia, did you have a nightmare last night? You were whimpering, tossing and turning, and talking a lot in your sleep. There was a point during the night where your eyes were partially open but blinking unnaturally fast.”

Tired of standing in the hall, we join Namjoon back in the bedroom. Tia sits on the plush carpet at the foot of the bed, with Jimin following to end up laying his head in her lap. We find ourselves taking her lead and sitting here and there on the floor.

“Namjoon is right. I saw it, too, before we turned the TV off to go to sleep. They were moving so fast, like flipping pages in a book,” Jimin adds, looking up at Tia.

“Honestly, it doesn’t even seem like I went to sleep. I mean, I feel rested now, but the night went by so quickly. It’s like I closed my eyes for five minutes, only to open them, and it was morning,” Tia says while she runs her fingers through Jimin’s hair. “Something is happening to me, and I know things I didn’t know before. It’s as if I got a download of information overnight. Y’all are going to think I’m crazy, but,” she pauses for a second as if debating whether she should continue, smiling out of nervousness. “Being that I’ve been gifted this information, I feel obligated to share it in order to help others.”

She looks up and stares daggers directly into my eyes, which has me on edge. Not because I feel she may have some life-changing news for me but rather as if she's unsure if she can be completely vulnerable at this moment. Or maybe she’s unsure if she can trust her new gift. This is still very new for her.

“What is it, Jagi?”

“Ummm… d-do you have an employee named Shane?”

“Y-yes. I do. He’s an installer I just hired a couple of weeks ago,” I say, a bit confused.

“He’s a good guy who is trying his best. Life has been hard for him, but he is so grateful that you took a chance on him. He is a very honest and loyal person. You can trust him.”

“Huh…”

“Do you know that he’s been homeless for almost a year now? He’s been sleeping in his car in the company parking lot. Hiring him has changed his life, and things are finally looking up for him.”

“Homeless?!” The guys all exclaim in unison.

This statement has me reflecting on our exchanges during the past couple of weeks and what other employees have witnessed. I joked with him before saying that I made the right choice with hiring him as he was beating everyone to work in the morning, including me. It makes sense if he never left to begin with. Then, there were the mornings he’d come in with wet hair, saying he didn’t have time to dry it, leaving the gym and coming straight to work. One of those days, another employee mentioned seeing him enter the gym, but he didn’t workout. He just showered, changed clothes, and left. Has he been showering there? I’m speechless, and while this is all so sudden, I believe what Tia is saying with every part of me.

“And with that being said, since we’re all here, should we talk about everything? I was telling Jungkook that I was thinking that we will need a bigger bed.”

My heart aches from what she’s just told me, but also because of that look of uncertainty that still rests behind her eyes. She’s baring herself to us, and I can see that she’s taking a leap of faith with what she’s about to suggest.

“A bigger bed? Jimin is a bit surprised, as we all are.

“Well, yes…you guys have been here for weeks, only returning to your places to get more clothes. I mean, I would love for you all to be here full-time, and there’s plenty of room for us all,” she answers.

“I, personally, would love to wake up to your beautiful face every morning. I must admit, the thought has crossed my mind,” Jungkook says, “but I didn’t want to take advantage of your kindness by outstaying my welcome. I also didn’t want to come off like a leech, feeding off of my rich sugar mama,” he says the last part with a wink, which elicits a smile from Tia.

“Yeah, same…I never want to leave, but I was actually going to go home today. I didn’t want to overstay my welcome, either,” Jimin admits.

We all share similar feelings of not wanting to take advantage of Tia or assume something that wasn’t there.

“Would you guys like to stay here? To live here, making this your home just as much as it is mine?”

“Noona! Of course, I want to live here with you. Are you sure?” Jungkook looks so excited with a hint of hesitance.

“Absolutely!”

She looks down at Jimin, her eyes silently asking him. He smiles so big that his eyes have vanished.

“Of course, beautiful… as long as you’ll have me.”

She looks at me questioningly, to which I can’t hide my smile. I lean over to pepper her face with kisses.

“Jagiya! I wanna stay, too!”

“I’m so glad. With you living here, maybe you could think about Shane renting your place?”

“You’re so smart, babe. You literally just read my mind. Is that something new? Can you read our minds now?”

Jokingly, I cover my ears as if that is the access point for her to retrieve my thoughts. She just shakes her head and laughs with amusement.

“I don’t know, but you’d better be careful,” she warns me playfully.

She looks to Namjoon, the newest of the group, who is looking down, playing with tufts of carpet, seemingly thinking this conversation does not include him.

“Namjoon?”

He looks up quickly, not expecting her to ask him, too.

“Really? Me too? I didn’t think you were talking to me, having only met you yesterday.”

“Oh,” Tia says. “Y-yeah, I understand. It’s too soon.”

She seems embarrassed, confused, and heartbroken, and the feeling spreads around the room like a thick fog. I can feel the emotions she’s feeling! Namjoon has no clue that we postponed this conversation, waiting for his presence and input, but it seems by the uncomfortable look on his face that he’s feeling her, too.

“Oh my God,” Jimin says, holding a hand over his heart.

“Wow,” Jungkook says, tears welling in his eyes.

“Oh no, no. No, Tia, I’m not turning you down. Please, baby,” Namjoon says, making his way to sit in front of her, taking her hands in his, which hovers over Jimin’s head. “Baby, you're breaking my heart,” he says with tears in his eyes.

She’s looking from one man to the next, confused at our distress.

“Jagi, your emotions…we can feel them,” my brows furrow on their own with my attempt to swallow the lump forming in my throat, fighting back my own tears. It feels like someone is actively squeezing my heart in their hand.

“Huh?! Really?!”

And just like that, the fog is lifted. She rights herself, and we all take a collective sigh.

“I’m so sorry, y’all. I didn’t even know I could do that or how I did it. Like I said before, something is happening to me. Please, be patient while I get a handle on it?”

We all huddle around her, hugging, kissing, and comforting her, trying to pour all our love into her after feeling what she was feeling. I never want to experience that again. However, it does have me wondering if that’s why Jimin and I felt the urgency to get home to her yesterday after the accident.

“I find this all so fascinating and beautiful. We are blessed to be able to experience this with you,” Jimin says and we all nod in agreement.

“Yes, I must admit, I’m enjoying watching your metamorphosis. It is quite amazing. I don’t think I would believe it if I wasn’t witnessing it firsthand.” Jungkook adds. “Have you always been gifted, though? Why are you developing new gifts now?”

“No, I haven’t always had gifts, but it seems like they are starting to develop and come all at once.”

“You’re saying that like you knew it was coming,” Namjoon mentions.

“Well, gifts are bestowed to the women in my family, usually by their 30th birthday. I’ll be 35 soon, so I assumed that it skipped me. My mother did mention before that I would be powerful, even after I hadn’t developed any powers after turning 30. Still, I could only focus on not having abilities at the moment. It has been said that each generation is more powerful than the previous. The strength of our ancestors flows through our bloodline and accumulates into their daughters.”

“Wow…that’s so fucking beautiful. I love that. So, are you a witch or is this voodoo? I hope that’s not an offensive question, I’m just ignorant on the matters of the metaphysical.” Namjoon says.

“No, I know you’re not trying to be malicious, and I, honestly, don’t know what this is, but I plan on doing more research, and maybe I can ask my ancestors. I do know it’s not voodoo as that is a religion. It could, however, be hoodoo which is a closed spiritual practice to individuals of African descent,” Tia says with a shrug.

“So, what powers did your mom have?” I ask after a moment.

“She was clairvoyant and could see flashes from the future. She was also clairaudient. She often heard messages from her mother and other spirits that would warn her of danger or tell her things so that she could help others.”

“Have you experienced those as well?” Jimin asks the question I’m sure we are all curious about.

“Aside from seeing my mom and grandmother do certain things, no, not until yesterday. Last night, I think I may have had a prophetic dream like my grandmother used to. And I can, obviously, telecommunicate my emotions. I even received a message while meditating after my counseling session. It’s like having random thoughts, but it’s not my voice I hear. I can’t even describe the voice in words, but it feels feminine. That’s how I knew about Tony before you said anything,” I answer, looking at Jungkook when mentioning Anthony.

“Wait, what? What about him?” I ask, feeling defensive.

“He was released this morning on a $20,000 bond.”

“What the fuck?! That makes no sense! So he’s just roaming the fucking streets?” Jimin sits up and is pissed, as we all are.

“Yeah, but it’s going to be fine. Like I told Tia, I’m off this week, so we’ll all be here with her.”

“Fuck… aight. I’ll move some things around so I can be here, too,” I announce. “Maybe I could get with my office manager and Shane to see if they can hold things down this week.”

“After what you told me about this guy, I’m staying. I’ll clear my schedule, too,” Namjoon says.

“Guys, yes, I admit I’m a bit on edge with him being out, but you ALL don’t have to be here. I don’t want to be an inconvenience. You all have jobs and prior obligations.”

“Shit, if I have to choose between you or work…fuck that job,” Jimin comments. “When does his trial start?”

“I don’t know yet, but I’ll let y’all know when I find out,” Jungkook says.

We carry on this way for a bit, standing firm on staying here with Tia. In conclusion, she will be stuck with all four of us for the week. The conversation eventually shifts when Jungkook says, “Noona, while we are all here, I want to ask you something.”

“Yeah? What is it?”

Will you be mine? I don’t mind that you won’t be just mine, but…will you be my girlfriend? Officially?”

“Yes, of course…I would love to be yours. I would love to be your girlfriend.” She reaches out to caress and cup his cheek in her hand. “Thank you for understanding that I can love you and everyone else at the same time. I’m finding that I don’t love either of you more than the other, but the love is different and tailor-made specifically for you, individually.”

“Will you be my girlfriend, too, Jagiya?”

“Me too, beautiful. That would make me so happy.”

“I’m all in, Little Bit, if you’ll have me,” Namjoon adds.

Tia looks amused and completely overwhelmed as we’re all talking at once. She laughs, and her smile is dazzling. If I weren’t already, I would fall head over heels at this very moment. She accepts all of our requests before we dive into what each of us is seeking from this relationship. Basically, we all just want a safe place to seek refuge from the cold world outside these walls. A place where we can be ourselves, be vulnerable, and be accepted.

We want our love to be reciprocated with Tia and each other. Also, we agree that we are not opposed to sleeping with each other but would prefer that Tia is in the mix somehow. There will also be opportunities for one-on-one quality time, which we’ve been doing already, not joining in with others unless invited. Just going with the flow while being attentive to each other's needs and desires.

Tia’s POV

After our family meeting concludes, the day goes by and is uneventful. I did speak with someone about possibly custom-building a bed to accommodate us all, and I was able to clean up a bit and hang out with the guys, minus Jungkook, who has been sleeping most of the day. I can imagine he’s tired from being up all night, but selfishly, I can’t wait for him to wake up. I miss him even though we are now living together. Jesus, I can’t help but smile the biggest, giddiest smile whenever I think about it. We live together! Me and my four boyfriends.

Knowing that I have to figure out these new abilities and how to harness them, I take time to go down to the theater while the guys are around doing their own thing. With my air pods in, I’m listening to a playlist I’ve curated that helps me to ground and center myself. My eyes are closed while I try to clear my mind and tap into my newfound power. Suddenly, my mind goes silent, and I begin to visualize myself walking up to a tree that is approximately 20 feet wide. Its trunk is twisted, turning around itself and the branches and leaves are plentiful. I place my hands on its trunk and close my eyes in my vision, placing my forehead against the wood. I open my eyes and look up when a breeze causes the leaves to rustle, and just as I look up, the leaves begin to transform into curls and coils of hair. The smell of vanilla is so strong, I can taste it, sweet on my tongue.

Somehow, I know this is my family tree, and the leaves represent my maternal ancestors. The matriarchs of my family are alive here; their power still serges with such force. Their energy is so copious and potent, and feels like it’s coming from the tree’s trunk and into my body. Like it’s replacing my blood and cycling through, transfusing through the tree’s limbs. It burns but doesn’t hurt. The slight discomfort causes me to breathe deeper, grunting with each exhale. My breath quickens, I can feel heat radiating from my skin, and sweat is forming on my upper lip. My soul seems to vibrate, and my body is shivering.

Thankfully, my heart is full of love and the feeling is reciprocated and translated during this exchange. It keeps me anchored, giving me the strength to withstand the uncertainty and uncomfortability instead of bailing out. I stay in the moment, knowing that my family loves me and wouldn’t hurt me. The burning is getting more intense, and I know I won’t be able to take much more.

“Enough,” I say in a whisper and the transference concludes immediately. A sharp trilling begins in my right ear, so I take my earbuds out. It continues. I remember when this used to happen to mom, she would say, ‘I hear you, but I can’t understand. Could you communicate in a way I can understand you,’ so I do the same.

Good. Proud of you. You. Very powerful.

The voice is different, yet again, but still feels womanly. This can only mean one thing.

“My ancestors!”

Not only can I hear my ancestors, but I know they are the same women who have passed along their abilities to me.

I finally open my eyes and lean back to rest on the chair. I really wish my mom was here to help guide me through all of this. With her being gone, I find myself regretting not asking more questions about the spiritual world and everything else. The session was intense as fuck, leaving me exhausted. So much so that I doze off for a moment.

“Little girl!”

The sound of my mother’s voice calling me by one of the nicknames she used for me, even as a grown woman, welcomes me into dreamland.

“Ladybug! I’ve missed you so much. You haven’t visited in a while,” I call back to her. I know this is a dream, but in the dream, it feels like I have control of myself. She walks closer to me and we sit on the ground under the shade of our family tree. It is a bright, sunny day with a gentle wind that causes our hair to dance.

“Well, you know I’m always near and I’m only a call away.”

I tell her all about what’s going on in my life, I update her on how Jasmine is doing, and about the meditation session I just had. She asks a few questions here and there, eventually confirming my interpretation of my vision.

“You’re doing such a good job, hunny. I know with everything happening at once and it being so new, it can be quite overwhelming, but you’re handling it all so well. I told you you are going to be something special and you will only get better and stronger from here. And thank you so much for filling in for me and being here for your sister. She is so stubborn and independent but she will need you more than ever when she’s going through this in a few years.”

My sister is currently 28 years old, so I’m assuming she will be getting her powers on time.

“She will be powerful. More powerful than me, at least, but you are the oldest and will harness a power that is much stronger. Teach her, and be patient with her.”

Of course I agree, and vow to be there as I’ve always been. I’m glad that mom can rest well knowing that I will move heaven and earth for my baby sis. We continue to talk and she mentions the guys, which causes me to smile.

“Oh my, look at you blushing. Are you that happy?” She teases me and I answer with a nod. “Well, go hang out with your loves. They are concerned, I think due to your vision and the rollercoaster of emotions you just experienced.”

“Oh yeah! They did mention earlier that they could feel what I was feeling. How do I control that?”

“Baby, with everything you do, focus on your intention. You were probably so focused on your feelings and trying to hide them. You’re not going to be able to hide anything from them, even if you try your hardest, thanks to your pure love. Stop trying to fight it, your abilities AND being vulnerable. They are your safe haven where you can be yourself, feel all the feels, and use your magic freely. You see that fighting your feelings and not trusting your intuition doesn’t end well, hence the accident yesterday. Recognize that feeling and move accordingly.”

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you, mommy. When will I see you again?”

“Whenever you call, I’ll come running.”

She is smiling and waves at me. Though we are both still seated under the tree, distance grows between us until I can barely see her. Just as I’m about to wake up I hear her voice once again, clear as day.

“Four down, three to go…completion!”

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Jaydick, Angel Dick with Grim Reaper Jason maybe? Please^^

Limbo

(Word count: 8710)

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“…now at the scene of the shooting, 5 men were killed, and a woman was sent to a local hospital approximately one hour ago. The police do have a suspect, and they say they’re closing in on that person…”

Winter rain always came down the harshest. The air stung with humidity, like mold and day-old bread. When the cars raced over the streets, Dick leaned forward, trying to catch the lines between the high pitch of the sirens.

Busy, this city had always been. Like when night fell, it breached its full strength, like flowers blooming under the sunlight, under the moonlight, the vivid night sky, this city, these people wrote their stories.

Dick didn’t know why he loved watching them, these creatures. He just did, like a born instinct, like spreading his wings or lifting an arm. There shouldn’t be much reason to come to a liking with this kind. Human, they are messy, chaotic, and stupidly arrogant.

Yet, they were Father’s greatest creation.

“You’ve been watching long enough.”

He didn’t turn back, just stared down. From the edge of the rooftop, the city at night appeared oddly beautiful. He shouldn’t be surprised, this city was a popular land in the Underworld community, greater count than any other place in the area, to the point that maybe even the Lord of Hell himself must wonder what in the world these people were doing to each other.

Gotham city was the greatest beacon point in the map of duty for Underworld sacred workers. And Gotham city, this very city, was the base of operations of one grim reaper.

“Angel.” Jason greeted, a bare grunt that sounded like he was inviting Dick down to Hell.

“Busy night?” Dick asked, he didn’t need to look to notice Jason’s mortal disguise. Biker jacket and cargo pants; after decades his appearance had barely changed.

“This place?” He huffed. “Always.”

They stood and watched again in silence. Up here, all the way at the top of Gotham’s greatest skyscraper, everything seemed so lively. Sirens from everywhere, and if Dick focused, he could spot every cry, every conversation, every little noise technology made, every story, everything. And instead of the gift this power was, being here, listening like this, it suddenly turned into a curse.

Madness this place was. There were nights when it made it felt like the end of the world with gunshots, screaming, bloodbath, sirens, explosions, people slaughtering each other, all for what, a good laugh.

His mind had drifted off so far, he could barely flinch when Jason moved closer.

Jason put his hand up, half grinning like a devil. “Ah, don’t you look at me like that. I just wanna see what you’re catching.”

“Stop joking around. You can hear it too.” Dick grunted.

“And that’s where you’re wrong. I listen because it’s my job. But Dickie, your power, such a gift wasn’t made for this.” He stepped closer, didn’t even budge, just lifted a brow up when Dick’s hand fisted and a blade came out.

“Oh now you’re just offending me. It’s rude to fight, we’re supposed to balance the world, not to pour more fire into this chaos.”

“Didn’t stop you from trying before.”

“You mean the kid?” Jason laughed. “Come on, he started it. A half-blood like that, I didn’t even sense any paradisal aspect from him. Tell me, can he even grow wings?”

Dick lashed out before Jason said more. And Jason expected it, the grin never left his lips when he summoned his scythe.

This shouldn’t be their routine, but it was.

“Come on, be serious. Show me your wings.”

“Not in your dreams.”

Dick pushed back, retreating his blades. Jason stood like he was waiting for more. He had always hungered for more. That was probably why Ras gave this city to him because no one could handle Gotham like Jason did, and no one could satisfy Jason like Gotham did.

Talia and Ras didn’t realize that, together, they had created a bigger threat than both of them could imagine, not until it was too late. But honestly, had she ever learned? Because quickly after Jason, she and Bruce knew how to make both Heaven and the Underworld shake with the birth of Damian.

Talk about chaos, were they, the immortals, really any different from these being under their guards?

Dick heaved a sigh and turned on his heels. He could feel Jason’s confusion splash on him, could feel him slowly turn angry, because when had he not?

“That’s’ it? You’re just gonna walk away? Like that?”

At this point, Jason sounded like he was ready to rip worlds apart. It must have been an easy night for him, with that much energy, he was dying to pour it all out on Dick.

Well, it might have been an easy night for him, but not for Dick. So before Jason could scream more, he spread his wings and flew away.

The next time they met Jason was on duty. A man was found dying in an apartment, kidnapped and murdered. But of course, he wasn’t there to deal with that. Soon enough, his clock ran out, and Jason grabbed and pulled his soul out of his body.

There was no second thought, no hesitation. The man looked dazed and frightened when seeing his own body lying lifeless in a pool of blood, and he himself was being grabbed by Jason, whose cloak was out, in his work uniform. Under the darkness of his hood, his eyes glowed with Hell’s fire, green and blade-sharp.

“Am I dead?” The man shook.

Without a word, Jason nodded. His palm spread, and his scythe was called. The man shrunk smaller under the appearance of the Reaper’s tool, giant and intimidating, with a curved blade, ripped bandages on the handle, and glowing runes of wisdom, words of choice.

The wish, the relief, or the end.

Death, had always been just that simple.

Jason sprung his scythe, and tore the air. A cut was created, and a gate was called, the gate to Limbo, where judgments were made, to decide whether a soul would go to Heaven or down to Hell. Jason opened the door for the man, and waited.

He looked lost, frightened, and regretful. All of them looked like that when it was time. He looked back at his corpse, wishing it was a dream, then looked back at Jason and realized it was not. They always hesitated, always lingered, because it wasn’t an easy decision to make.

“What if I go to Hell?” The man asked, the everyday question Jason answered.

“That’s not my decision to make. But if you stay, you won’t be able to reincarnate.”

“So there is that thing.” The man huffed, dazed and uncertain. “But my life, my wife and kids. I’ve still got my wife and kids.”

Jason didn’t express anything, he just stood there, keeping the door open for the man. With his hood on, it was hard to see anything but his glowing eyes.

“If you stay, you’ll stay a ghost, and slowly, you’ll fade away, once you disappear, no reincarnation is possible anymore.”

“Who gives a damn about reincarnation, I need to be there for them. Without me, who would they‒ Please, my kids, my wife…”

“If you stay close to them in spiritual form, slowly, your soul will suck the life out of them. They’ll go weak and ill. Is that what you want?”

Desperation painted ugly on the man’s face. Tears started to shimmer in his eyes and he sobbed the most painful sounds.

Jason stepped aside, keeping the door open wider, and slowly, he urged the mortal forward.

“Go to Limbo, once there, your fate will be decided. The sooner you reincarnate, the sooner you’ll be in the same world with your kids and wife.”

That was, if he could reincarnate. If Hell chose him, his soul would serve the deserved sentence until the Court decided he was qualified to reincarnate. And even if he went to Heaven and passed all the blessings before his new life, his rebirth would be in another form, maybe in another country, another gender, and possibly he would never get to know his wife and kids anymore.

But of course, none of that should be told. Jason wasn’t technically lying, and if he did lie, he had the power to anyway. His job wasn’t to remain sacred and pure, his job was to the get the dead to Limbo, and guide souls down to Hell, in whatever way possible.

In the end, the man accepted. He took steps ahead, stopped abruptly to look back at his own corpse when Jason pressed behind him and stopped him midway.

“Don’t look.” He whispered. “The longer you linger, the harder it’ll be.”

And that was it. The man took one last step, down to the dark gate that greeted him. And just like that, Jason shut the door, waved his scythe, and cut the air. The crack closed, and the gate disappeared. Once the gate was closed, it would never be opened again.

All the changes happened swiftly, and then nothing was there, all that was left was an empty corpse, ready to be found. Dick didn’t know why he kept watching, didn’t know why his head didn’t immediately come up with an excuse when Jason appeared behind his back, walking out from the wind.

“Angel.” He greeted, the usual name, same mocking tone. He didn’t change back, his cloak floating around in the air like black smoke, ripped and worn out from centuries of serving. In the Underworld, the older your cloak the bigger your weapon, and the bigger your weapon, the more powerful you became. So far, Jason’s scythe beat every Reaper’s blade Dick had come across.

“Spying on me? The great head angel Richard? I’m honored.”

For Father’s sake, Dick wished him to just shut up.

“You’ve been busy lately.”

“It’s Gotham, I’m always busy. But you, the hell are you doing here? I haven’t seen you in ages and now suddenly you’re here twice in a week?”

Dick bit his lip, looking down and not at Jason staring at him. “Field study.”

Jason laughed, honest to god, laughed. He barked out the sound like Dick just told him a wicked joke.

“Field study? The only one that needs to get his sanctimonious ass down here and watch is Bruce.”

“Jason!” Dick hissed, scandalized.

“What? Is he even watching now? His dearest soldier is down here getting his wings all dirty while talking to a bloody Reaper like me‒”

“Oh for Heaven’s sake.” Dick ran out of patience. His feet were already on their way when Jason grabbed his arm and twisted him back.

“Don’t you turn your back on me. You watched me. You fucking watched me. You don’t get to watch then walk away when I actually pay some attention.”

Dick grunted and jerked his arm back. “I told you, field study. I’m not down here to play, and especially not to be your target so you can rain down your tantrum on Bruce.”

Jason stood still and slowly, his hand drew back and hung low. He didn’t try to reach out for Dick, and when he spoke again, it felt like Dick had done something wrong.

“So that’s it? Just work?”

Dick swallowed and nodded. “Just work.”

Jason looked hurt somehow, even when he was near invincible. Reapers’ powers were destructive, powerful and raw, that was why they were the guardians of the gates to the spirit world, and for the same reason they could never go up. Destruction was forbidden in Heaven, and Dominions like Dick were blessed with powers not to destroy, but to protect.

Jason looked away, and then down. Slowly, his cloak faded into dust, and his mortal vessel formed. Everything was the same, every line and edge on his face, every hair except for the white streaks, everything except for the clothes.

“That man,” He started after the uncomfortable silence they shared. “The man I just sent to Limbo. He’s going to Heaven. I can tell.”

And Dick believed him. Despite Bruce’s stubborn morals, Dick understood the right and wrong in Jason’s judgment.

“Thank you.”

Even when it wasn’t his job to bless the souls before reincarnating anymore, it hadn’t been for a long time, but still, Dick didn’t know how to bid a goodbye before leaving.

The day Dick led the carriages down to take the souls the whole of Limbo was there. The reincarnation ceremony was always the biggest event of this world, a glorified day for the good and humble ones to go to Heaven, to receive the Angels’ blessing, then to step into the lake of their reformation of a new life, a new start.

It had been years since Jason had seen Dick in his full form. Through the clad of his golden armor, with silver swords in his hands, he could feel Jason’s eyes piercing through him, somewhere hidden in the crowd. He knew how to be invisible, how to draw himself away from all the fame and attention, even when Grim Reaper was an honorable title that only worthy souls could ever deserve. Reapers couldn’t be made, but had to be chosen.

Father had his way of doing things, and sometimes even his blood children like Dick couldn’t understand him.

The other Angels following him landed on the pillars circling the hall, but Dick flew down toward it, landing right on the rock in front of the blind of the waterfall, the water source that came all the way from Heaven, reaching through the clouds that could never be seen all the way from down here. He let his wings swipe and dip down in the water, felt the gold flakes fall from them and dust the air. In the light of the sun Clark created, his feathers shone a milky white, with rainbows reflecting on them every time they moved like sunlight on water.

Bruce once told him, too long ago, when he had still been too little and frequently got knocked down on his ass by the weight of his own heavy wide wings, that angel’s wings represented their power and responsibility. The bigger and wider they were, the more you took after Father, and the more gifted you were. And he also remembered himself growing up looking after Bruce’s thick wings like some kind of honorific symbol of power and glory.

The older he got, the more those words faded into nothing in the back of his mind.

Once Dick took the first step on the water, the whole of Limbo bowed, and there he was, standing tall and still. Jason looked straight at him in the eyes, no hiding, no hesitation, in the middle of the bowing crowd, he stayed on his feet with his head held high.

Arrogant, but proud. Grim Reapers may be less noble than Angels, but they were never any less powerful.

The other Reapers stood up first, slowly turning into their true selves and walking out, ready to begin the ceremony. Jason followed them, eyes never leaving Dick. With each step he took, his form revealed, his robe, long coat with the hood on, and a belt carved with the symbol of a four-horned goat skull, the sigil of Hell. It had always been a subject for Heaven to chat, how Reapers chose their forms so alike to human’s outfits. Probably because they were the closest ones to the mortal world, they watched over them, collecting souls, guiding them to Limbo, or to Hell. Their job bound them to the human world, to their lives, and maybe, it was the Reapers who understood Father’s creation the most.

Jason spread out his palm, calmly walked to the middle of the hall, and fire burst and blazed on his hand, powerful and beautiful. His scythe morphed out from the flame, giant and ancient-looking, reaching way over the top of Jason’s large form, with its blade curved and bigger than even a person.

This was merely a half of his real form, but in Limbo, due to respect to the deceased, no spiritual workers revealed their true appearances, as their looks could be quite a shock for humans sometimes.  

Jason walked towards Dick, face stoic and cold. For a moment, Dick held his breath. Everybody was watching them.

Dick stepped forward, raising his wings and folded them against his back. The tails of them swiped the ground, drawing lines of runes following his steps, until he stopped.

It had been thousands of years since they first met. Jason had grown up to be such a fine man, if Dick was a frightened soul trying to escape from Limbo and back to the land of living, if he came to the gate and met Jason, he would definitely run back twice as fast. There was always something about Reapers that drew other’s breath away, maybe not as holy as Angels, but notably more imposing than Demons.

That was probably due to their serving, their course was always human and human only. Sacred workers of Hell but their loyalty never lay there. These gatekeepers had always been a mysterious puzzle Father casted down for none to solve.  

Dick drew his swords on both sides, drawing more runes on the ground. The letters ran up, flowing in the air after the tips of his weapons, and when he crossed them together and hit the ground fire burst into life in every cauldron around the hall.

“Let’s the ceremony begin.”

There was no speech, no personal message, only instruction and information. Soon enough, the other angels led the souls into the carriages that would bring them to Heaven. Three million five hundred and forty-eight souls in total they collected this month and among all of them Dick recognized the man Jason had guided the last time they had met. He looked at ease this time, no confusion, no regret. He even seemed happy.

It was good, it was what Limbo was supposed to do to them, ease their minds, get them ready. That was why this place had always been so peaceful, so humble looking, so close to the naked nature of the living world, with rivers and mountains, forests and fields, open markets and villages where the souls lived the time they had among the spirit world’s sacred workers.

Jason lived here too, when he wasn’t busy collecting souls and doing his duties down in Hell.

It had been long since Dick last visited this place, too long for him to even remember.

When the carriages left and the Angels flew up to Heaven, Dick stayed back. He hid his wings and morphed himself into a humbler presence. A cloak should be good enough to keep all the attention off him. Dick was confident so as he marched to the edge of the market and watched people doing their trades down in the shadow of a tree. No money in Limbo, as so for every level of the spirit world, because money was a creation of one of the seven sins. The people here traded objects, fruits, vegetables, any supplies they had to each other. Food wasn’t a necessity in the land of death, but eating was a joy no one should be stripped of.

Watching these innocent souls living like they had, or should have in their own world, only simpler and carefree, made Dick happy.

“You love watching them.”

Jason walked closer from behind and sat down next to him. He had changed back to a more suitable attire as well, but Dick doubted that could ever actually work. The only ones that could wear black in Limbo were Grim Reapers, and Reapers always wore black when they were out.

An apple was suddenly pressed towards Dick’s face, and Jason huffed when Dick was caught off guard enough to look surprised.

Dick took it with an awkward nod of gratitude. His fingers lightly brushed Jason’s when taking the apple.

“I heard there’s an apple tree up there, in Heaven.” Jason said, eyes looked away and towards the market.

“Tim told you?”

“Yeah, he’s down here frequently enough. Unlike somebody.” Jason’s eyes glanced at him, and Dick ducked himself further into the shadow of the cloak to not face him.

“We have a garden. Many trees are grown there.”

Jason just kept on looking at him, as if he was unsatisfied with Dick’s answer, as if he was waiting for him to say something else.

They stayed silent, until time felt like thin air, passing by without even the slightest notice. It was hard for immortals sometimes because time had never meant much to them. What could be a lifetime for a human being, for them, it was just a day passing by.

“Who’s on watch today?”

Jason suddenly asked. Dick’s answer came out like a huff of breath.

“Tim.”

Without any further words, a smile crept onto Jason’s lips when his head fell on Dick’s shoulder. They sat closer than before, sides pressed together.

Their hands, different in every way, in size, color, power, but still, they found a way to be entangled.

When Dick burst through the door and marched inside, Harley was more than ready to bail.

“Okay, I’m out of here.” Was all she said before disappearing behind black smoke. The devils around looked as paled as if they had been sprayed with holy water, falling off the desks and onto their asses when Dick walked over in fury, catching the front of a devil’s shirt and hissing in his face.

“I need a word with the Lord.”

All he got was a shaky finger pointing to the door before the devil’s mouth actually foamed and the green light in his eyes flickered weakly.

Dick grunted and pushed him down on the floor. Devils, they were so weak in front of an Angel’s presence, not to mention a high-ranking Angel like Dick, as if their auras were poison in their lungs.

Behind his desk, with a glass of wine in front of his face, Ras seemed bored and annoyed when he saw Dick stride his way into the room like a tornado. He was already rubbing his temples before Dick even began speaking.

“First,” Ras raised a hand to stop Dick. “I don’t control him, out of all the Reapers, he’s always been a wild card. Second, he didn’t do anything wrong.”

“A man was clocked out before his true fate because some Reaper waved his scythe and made the decision. That was the third case this year, from one Reaper. And you say nothing is wrong?”

Ras’s eyes turned his head up and glared at Dick. They had never liked each other, but they were the ones to help keep the world balanced.

“Hell is to punish and repent, not to encourage wrong doing.”

“Don’t speak moral to me, boy. I’ve been seated on this chair since far before you even learned how to flap your wings. All of you up there, listening to God’s orders and pretending to watch but do you actually see?” He touched his glass, and looked at Dick through the red liquid with an intense eye. “Worthy or not, Heaven or Hell, what if He was the one who wrongs?”

Dick stomped over in fury, slamming his hands down on the desk and facing Ras close enough for him to only see the blue of his eyes.

“You do not speak of Father that way.”

Ras only stared back at him. His eyes, dead black like ink, tired and old, but the shape of them never ceased to frighten others.

“The light of Him is strong in you, boy. But not all of us are the same, some souls deserve to be down here, so others can stay living, even when it is against the rules.”

“You don’t know that.” Dick hissed. “It’s Father’s decision to make.”

“Balancing the world, keeping it in order, that’s our jobs, isn’t it? But how many souls have gone down here when millions went up there? It’s not a sign of solitaire for this crazy world, Angel.” Ras shook his head. “You know it, deep down in you. And it has been biting inside you, that the millions you bless, were all just casualties of the few that went down here.”

“Ask yourself, what if the world is unbalancing itself? What if it’s killing itself and all of us mighty are just here, watching it burn while waiting for God’s guidance.”

Ras pulled on Dick’s coat, smoothing an old wrinkled hand down the cloth. “Tell me, boy. Do you really trust your Father enough to let him write what is wrong or what is right?”

Dick grunted, smacking Ras’ hand away. He never liked this man, and Ras always had his way to crawl himself into others’ minds in a not very pleasant way.

Bruce might have put up a fight, Ras might have enjoyed a fight. But Dick was not Bruce, and he had no intention of satisfying the old Lord of Hell’s need in seeking chaos. That was probably why the man hated Dick so much. Bruce would have explained and made a speech, entertaining the man, but Dick, Dick would just be himself and shove a “No.” to him.

Unlike Bruce, Dick knew Hell’s way of seeing the world, understood their own conception of saving the world by wiping it all and starting fresh, he was just stubborn enough to not let it happen.

Dick was already heading out the door when Ras called, hands stomped down on both sides of the desk, hair long and pooling down around his shoulder, blending in with the grey of his beard. In that green coat, he looked like an old vulture and wasn’t that a perfect symbol for death.

“You’re His favorite, so ask Him. Did He create us to be obedient or to protect life?”

Dick didn’t like Ras, didn’t like how he could be so right sometimes.

“Do not resent yourself for how I have made you to be.”

Dick pouted, looking back into the moose’s eyes and then down to the water of the fountain. Sunlight patted his head, and he felt Father’s warmth toy with his hair before a bird landed down next to where he was sitting, singing. Caged in a child’s form, newly born and inexperienced, too pure to learn, and yet, to know, Dick hated how he looked different from his brothers and sisters.  

In the garden, Father found him staring down at his reflection on the water, frowning at the wings that were different from Bruce’s, his mentor.

Four. Bruce had four. Why didn’t he have four?

“Cherish the life I give you, my child, no matter how different it is from others.”

The light warmed his wings, next to him, the moose sat down.

“I don’t live, Father. I can’t die.” Dick pouted again, but all he heard was Father’s laughter.

“You can’t die, but that doesn’t mean you can’t live, Richard.” Father smiled, even when it wasn’t in any certain shape, Dick could still feel it by the wind, and the light. “And just like us, down there,” The fountain glowed, showing Dick Limbo, where Reapers were gathering for a ceremony. “Them too, if we can live, then they can die.”

“Reapers?” Dick squealed. “But they are gods, just like us.”

“Sometimes, dying doesn’t necessarily come in the form of decease. They’re the gods of Death, and for that, they must be able to know how it feels to die. They’re powerful, and power can come with consequences when you have no sympathy. So, I gave them desires and feelings, so they can die too, so they can understand the value of the souls they guide, or the lives they are capable of taking.”    

“Take lives?” Dick asked, rolling himself in Father’s embrace of light. “But isn’t that only your decision to make?”

And Father just smiled again.

“It is, still, I gave them the power too. Because when the hard time comes, it takes more than one hand to write what is right, or what is wrong.”

That night, they immediately fought at first sight. Lightning struck down at every wave of Dick’s swords. He was furious, and Jason did nothing to tame him but instead fueled his rage more. Father’s old words came back to his mind, faded and flickering like a ghost.

“Finally!” Jason barked through the grit of his sharp teeth, lips grinning madly wide when raising his scythe. The blade hit the ground and tore it apart.

They got too lost in themselves, didn’t even care to hide anything anymore. The field they chose to put on the mass of their brawl was far away from civilization, empty and wide, Dick spread his wings to their full size, all of them, and flew up to strike down thunder and lightning, knocking down trees from around and having them burst into flames.

Jason’s laughter only got bigger and louder. Flesh and skin melted from his face after the waves of Dick’s power, his real form revealed, and he made his enjoyment obvious. He wielded his scythe, gathering flames and blowing it all at Dick.

At this point, even when they were invisible to mortal eyes, humans must know the gods were angry. Jason’ eyes were burning with Hell’s fire, all the grass around him turned ill and dark, until there was nothing but ashes. With each contact their weapons made, air broke and light cracked. Everything around them was in flames, Jason was burning himself. Black and red, dark coat and robe hovering and floating around, he looked at Dick through the hood, so close they were both breathing each other’s air. His scythe was deadly, his strikes were true, but up this close, staring into each other’s eyes, the God of Death didn’t have a bit of fury.

Dick hated how this was how they had always been. Fighting, hurting, because this was how they were supposed to be. Heaven and Hell, Reapers and Angels, they were two sides of a coin, different, but the same.

“We’re doing it all again, aren’t we Angel?”

He knew it, why wouldn’t he? He knew Dick would be furious for the souls he took against the laws, knew Dick would come down by himself to talk him back to his senses. After all these years, perhaps he had finished waiting and now craved an excuse to meet again.

Father was right, Reapers could die, because they felt too much, just like humans. And had Dick always been this cruel to him? Making him wait and fueling his hope only to wait for more.  

Dick grunted and laughed, dropping his swords down in the burning grass. He felt Jason storm towards him, but he had lost the will to fight. In the end, he had already known it from the start, that he was merely acting like this for the sake of the morals Bruce loved so much, and he, himself was craving to meet Jason again.

His hand reached out, and when Jason got close enough, just enough, Dick pulled on his coat and smacked his lips to the stained teeth of the skull that was Jason’s face. Everything about him was hot, burning, just like always.

In a moment, Jason closed his eyes and pressed them even closer, but then the next, he pushed Dick’s shoulders away.

“What are you doing? He might‒”

“He won’t.” Dick said bitterly, desperately. “He hasn’t been on watch for a long time, Jason.”

Jason stared at him, the skull that was his face furrowed and frowning. And then in a swift moment, he was kissing Dick back twice as hard, and three times as desperate. His scythe slid out of his hand carelessly as he now clutched at Dick’s waist and hugged his shoulder, the tip of its blade pierced down into the ground at the end of its fall, right next to Dick’s silver swords.

A Reaper’s kiss would take a life, an Angel’s kiss would bring a life. And here they were now, kissing each other like two sides of the coin, so different, but inseparable.

When Jason laid him down on the burned grass, Dick shrugged himself into his mortal vessel, but retained his wings. Jason always loved his eyes, as some kind of symbol that his love came from the core, that it stayed strong and unwavering, no matter their differences. It was like he was trying to spit in Father’s face and tell him he would love Dick anyway.

When his robe had faded into gold dust, revealing only naked skin, Dick’s hands found flesh when they touched Jason’s face. Jason had also morphed into his human vessel. Slowly, his robe and coat turned into black smoke, and dissolved into thin air.

“I love you.” Was all he said.

And “I love you.” Was all Dick answered.

They kissed again, but this time it felt different. In human vessels, everything felt a thousand times stronger. Everything was a shock, and Dick shook when their skins slid on each other like they were meant to be.

It was wrong to say gods couldn’t feel. Gods had feelings, and gods could love. Because it wasn’t something that could be molded, it was something that came naturally, like the hair growing on their heads, like a thought crossing through their minds. As Angels, many sins they couldn’t touch, many desires they couldn’t feel, but Father gave love to them, because there was nothing wrong with love.

No limits, no rules. If you understood it right, love had always been just that humble and pure.

But humans, they made everything different, with desires and sins, needs and wants, as if it was food with spices in it. They made love surprisingly electric and passionate.

They could only do this in human form, and for that, Dick forever envied this species. Angels may love, but they couldn’t feel lust. Unlike Reapers who spent their eternity of serving close to humans, lust, sins, desires, they had it all. Angels were children of God, love was in Dick’s blood, but that was all.

“Angel.” Jason called. He wasn’t mocking anymore, the same nickname, but endearing.

“Angel.”

Dick shivered at his voice, felt his kiss and warm breath coat his neck. His hands, the hands of Death, caressed Dick’s skin so tenderly. Dick wrapped his wings around them, felt the muscles on Jason’s back flex like waves of the ocean on every feather.

His hands smoothed down his chest, felt every inch of his skin. Jason stared at him, eyes green like Hell’s fire, but the way he was looking at Dick made the earth quake.

The whole time, he called Dick names, angel, Richard, and Dick, like the time they met in the living land and Jason had joked and given him that name. It was slang, he had explained, and Jason had served for far too long to not get familiar with the human’s culture.

As if Dick ever cared. To him, every word Jason used on him, at this moment, felt like a love song.  

He lifted Dick’s thighs up, and forced them to wrap around his waist. They both sighed when he dove in, lightning struck and ripped the sky, the earth rumbled, and winds blew.

They had always been close, but now, they were connected.

“Jason.” Dick called breathily. And Jason did nothing but touch his face.

“I’m here, angel.” He tucked back a lock that had fallen into Dick’s eye. Dick touched his skin, felt his heat, his muscles, the power that ran beneath them.

Jason started moving. Dick heard his breath losing its steady rhythm, felt the heat of Jason burning inside him. Lightning cracked around them, waves then waves of them, piercing the ground and adding more to the raging fire they were lying in the center of.

Their bodies were so compatible, as if they were born to be like this. Dick felt Jason’s hand on his when he pulled the Reaper in and kissed him. Despite his appearance, his grudges and his raw strength and power, Jason was all about gentleness and care. He touched every feather as if memorizing it, held Dick’s hand and kissed it as if asking for permission.

Maybe this softness had been in his core since the very beginning, buried and hidden underneath the intimidating appearance of a Grim Reaper. Or maybe it was just Dick, it was just him that was special enough for Jason to treat this way.

For tonight, Dick didn’t care. As if all the responsibilities were now burned into ashes by the flames that surrounded them. In the center, holding onto each other, Dick wished this was how they could always be.

The next time Dick visited Limbo, Jason was sitting on a rock in his field, entertaining the kids of the village with the sparkling butterflies he made from the dark smoke. In his normal attire, even with the giant scythe resting on his back, Jason looked oddly humble and adoring.

“Angel!” A kid screamed, a tiny finger pointed out, and immediately, all of them ran over towards Dick like a herd of ducklings.

Children, their souls were always so pure and sensitive they could easily pick up the presence of a high level spiritual creature close by.

Dick picked a girl up and spread his wings out just to hear them all giggle in amazement.

“You’re taking all of the spotlight again.” Jason walked over, picking a piece of straw and putting it between his teeth. His scythe hung high and mighty behind his back, blade sharp, threatening to tear apart the sky.

He must have just gotten back from work.

“Mr. Angel, can you fly?” The girl against his chest suddenly asked, and who was Dick to deny such cuteness.

He flew her close to the clouds, all the way to the top of the mountains and back, picking fruit from the high up trees, and wild flowers that were still cold and wet from the snow. She was happy and by the time Dick got her back to the ground, everybody was asking him to fly them too.

When Dick finished with the last kid, it was already high noon. The whole time, Jason sat silently, patiently on the rock, watching them.

“Alright kids, let’s get back to your cabin. Remember what Old Nan makes today?”

“Stew beef and tomato bombs!” They all yelled.

Jason chuckled and snapped his fingers. Black smoke curled up from the ground, wrapping around the kids and every little giggling face, and then in a swift moment, they were all sent back. The field was left empty with Dick and Jason standing like statues, looking at each other’s faces.

From here, if Dick turned back, he could spot Jason’s cabin, old and simple looking but it was just the look, inside, he had it all. A nice kitchen with glass windows to get all the sunlight, a big oven that must be barely used because he was busy in the living land all the time, one huge guest room that he once invited all the other Reapers to for some beers and business chat. And one nice bedroom with a bed so soft and covers so warm, Dick could still remember lying in them, in the hold of Jason’s arms, and counting down the time he had left before going back up to Heaven.

When Jason held his hand, when he pulled it and guided him, Dick mindlessly let him lead the steps to the cabin, and then inside, to the living room where he had already memorized everything. Jason had a coffee machine over in the corner, right next to the pillar, and a mug that had a red skull on it on the counter. He had a guitar, hanging somewhere on the walls, or sometimes it could be down on the couch. He even once snuck Titus into Limbo and shrunk the hell hound into a normal dog size to fit into the place.

That was a good memory. Damian missed Titus, maybe Dick should let someone take the kid down to Hell for a trip next time. Hell’s citizens couldn’t go to Heaven, but Angels were always the exception, they went wherever they wanted, wherever they were needed, and that could be anywhere.

Everywhere.

Anytime.                

Responsibilities.

“I’m taking over Heaven.” Dick said, feeling the missing weight of his wings behind his back. He had hidden them back when walking in to fit through the door.

Jason looked at him like he had said something wrong or hadn’t even said anything at all.

“What?” He shuddered, his hand slipped out of Dick’s.

A Reaper shuddering, that was odd. Dick had thought he could only pull that out of him when they were having sex in human form.

“I’m taking over Heaven.” Dick repeated. “It’s not huge news to everyone, up there at least. They’ve been taking orders from me for almost a millennium. Some of them even seemed overjoyed, actually. I don’t know how to feel about that.”

“How to feel about that?” Jason spat. “You, taking over Heaven?”

Suddenly, he stepped back. A few strides of his feet like someone had hit him hard.

Jason had never looked this frightened, this lost during a fight. He, the great and powerful Grim Reaper, the gate’s keeper, the watcher. He, who redefined God’s words and fell in love with an Angel.

“Yes.” Dick smiled, didn’t know why his action made Jason’s face twist and change like he was pierced by Heaven’s blades, as if his body was vulnerable to Dick’s words and actions.

“No.” He said, shaking his head. “Was it Bruce? Did that fucking sanctimonious asshole force you to do this?”

“No. Jason, no.” Dick desperately wanted to cry but couldn’t. Jason didn’t deserve this, he deserved a reaction, a colorful one. Dick wished he was human, wished he could feel things as strongly as them.

“Bullshit!” Jason screamed. For a moment, Dick thought his control had snapped and Jason would have turned back to his true form. “He made you do this! He made you. Is that why you suddenly come down here so often? Is that why you were on fields study?” Jason didn’t leave a single second out for Dick to explain. “You’re not even trying and yet you’ve already done better than that fucking asshole. He must think this is funny, huh? Throwing this all to you, what has got into his head, huh? He was addicted to that chair and that fucking fountain or whatever you guys up use up there to talk to God. He was fucking addicted to it!”

He must have spent too much time with Roy again. For Heaven’s sake, Roy was an Arch Angel, not one to go back and forth carrying messages like this. That was Tim’s job, Tim and his fiery wheels.

He suddenly strode over and grabbed Dick’s shoulders, jerking him back and forth with shaky hands like he was trying to shake some sense into him. He looked so serious, tense, but serious.

“Tell him no.”

“Jaso‒”

“NO!” He shouted. “Tell him no. Please, Dick. Tell him no.”

“I can’t!”

Jason looked dazed, confusion painted on his face. “Wh ‒ what?”

“Bruce left, Jason. He left for Father… and I don’t know… I don’t know when he’ll be back.”

He was just gone one day, leaving Heaven and the sake of all other worlds to Dick’s hands. Father’s chair had been left empty for approximately a century. Since then, Bruce had taken over Heaven, baring his shoulders and making decisions for him. And now, he had left too, leaving Dick alone and lonely with the destiny that had been set for him.  

Jason stayed silent. Either was he amazed or caught off guard by the news, he didn’t show much. Just after a moment, slowly, calmly, he spoke. “I don’t care.”

Dick huffed out a bitter laugh. “Do you know what you’re saying?”

“Do I know what I’m saying? Do you know what you’re saying!” His hands slid down, curling around Dick’s arms until they were holding hands. Such sweetness, Dick would miss it. “You know well the price to be a Seraphim. You’ll only serve Heaven and Heaven alone, you won’t be able to come down to Limbo or the land of the living anymore!”

Or Hell. Because a top choir Angel’s presence would destroy Hell with the light of their presence.

Jason couldn’t go up from the places he served. And Dick couldn’t go down from the place where he stayed.

How could Dick not know what that meant? After all, it was in his destiny, in the way Father had made him, with six wings instead of four like he usually showed. And if his destiny wrote down their parting, then Dick could only follow it.

Farther wasn’t cruel like Hell usually joked, nor was he merciful like the mortals constantly praised. He was just Father.

Too wise, too powerful. And neither made him cruel or merciful, they made him unpredictable.

Dick raised his hands, with Jason’s still in his and touched his face. “Show me yourself.”

Jason looked back at him in question, but he didn’t oppose. Soon, the skin on Dick’s fingers started to melt, his clothes started to fade, black smoke spread out, hugging his whole form. Dick would miss this feeling, touching the edges of his coat, looking into the darkness of his hood, running his fingers on the hard cold skull that always looked at him so endearingly, with Hell’s fire burning in the hollow of his eyes.

Jason’s real form was always larger, broader, more intimidating looking. He wrapped his arms around Dick, pulling him close, until Dick could feel nothing but the molten heat of the great Reaper, and the hardness of Jason’s large belt pressing to his chest.

With gloved fingers caressing his cheek, Dick looked back at him, at the face of his lover, to memorize this moment of being intimate, of being so close. He wanted to remember, to carve it into his mind. Jason’s hold, Jason’s heat, Jason’s way of tenderly touching him, Dick wanted it all.

“Stay with me, stay with me forever.”

“They need me. The worlds need me.”

“Forget the worlds. Forget everything. You’re an angel… my angel.”

And forever, he shall be.

“Why can’t it be anyone else, but you?” Jason’s voice came out broken, a low whisper of wind and death.

Dick touched his hand, running his fingers to feel the hem of his long sleeve, then to the middle of his chest. Dick pressed his palm through the open coat, onto the robe, felt Jason’s chest, where his body was cold and hot at the same time. Through Heaven’s eyes, Dick could see, the vivid red of Jason’s flame, burning in his chest, fueling his destructive power.

Through Dick’s silence, Jason had figured it out. “The kid. He doesn’t have wings, does he?”

Dick could only smile, cheek rested where Jason’s chest burned the most.

It was easier this way than thinking about Damian’s ill fate. Where would he be, what would he do? Father didn’t created him, Bruce and Talia did, and now the poor boy, half-blood and confused, got caught on the line crossed between two worlds. Heaven or Hell, Angels or Demons, either where or what, he didn’t belong.

Dick wished Father was here, wished He’d have given something else more than a smile or whispers of encouragement that he himself could figure it all out.

Maybe Dick could. But it seemed so hard, doing it all alone like this.

“Angel.” Jason called, lifting Dick’s chin up and looked at him in the eyes.

It seemed only fair if Dick stripped for him too, so he did. His wings were too big they knocks things off inside the room, feathers flew everywhere, milky white blended in with the ash black of Jason’s presence. It was one of the rare times Dick showed his true form, but for Jason, he would do it all.

Jason touched his chest, his neck, his waist, the small of his back. He closed his eyes and shut the flames in them, laying their foreheads together.

He kissed Dick’s nose, his cheeks, his lips. Even with no flesh, his touches were gentle and warm, just like the way he had always been.

“I’ll wait for you.” He breathed, so close, so endearing, yet, he said the words like he wanted Dick to seriously carve them into his mind. His words, his promise, the promise in their parting.

“I’ll wait for you. Even for a million years, even when Hell breaks and Heaven falls, even when the sun dies and worlds collapse, until we find each other again. I’ll be waiting right here, so anytime you look down, you’ll see, my love for you is eternal.”

Their hand found each other again, interlocked, like how their fate had always been. Dick looked at him how they always had. Two sides of a coin, but facing each other.

“And even for a millions years, even when Hell breaks and Heaven falls, even when the sun dies and worlds collapse, I’ll still be watching down on you.”

So they kissed, not for the first time, but hopefully, not for the last time. Entangled, as who they were, as what they were, no hiding, naked and different, but still, they was how they loved each other.

So they kissed, before Dick’s wings covered his face and the light from his other four came taking him away from his Reaper’s embrace.

                                                    10 years later.

“You’ve talked to Father.”

Kate looked at him, her eyes the color of fire. Her wings clipped, head bowed as Dick walked over.

Up upon the sky, she flew down, all of her eyes closed, a sign of an honorable greeting only a Cherubim like her could give. His face was no longer for everyone to see, hidden behind the fold of his wings, but his eyes were clearer than ever, as they should have always been. He could see her watching him, could see that like everyone else, she missed the sight of his eyes.

“I did.” Dick smiled.

“What did Father say?”

Familiar words, familiar advise. “Be patient, my child.”

From here, next to the gate of Eden and the fountain of the worlds, looking down to the water, his vision reached beyond worlds, down to the land of the living. Everything spread out, human’s world, Limbo, Hell, the dark places that lied in between the edges of the spirit worlds, where lost souls tried to flee and never made it back. He saw human pray, saw them slaughter each other, love each other, live and die with each other, conquer the world and then tried saving it, passionate and lively, flawed but beautiful, all in that one tiny world of theirs. And then Limbo, peaceful and quiet, humble and pure, with children running through the fields, open markets and bonfires from villages, music and nature, trees and mountains.  

“He couldn’t see you.” Kate said, floating near him.

Dick smiled back, and shifted his vision. “No, he couldn’t.”

Just a bit away from the village, located alone and isolated, in the wide field and back facing the mountains, a familiar cabin came into his view.

“But he knows I can see him.”

On a rock, in the middle of the field, a Grim Reaper sat. His eyes looked up at the sky full of stars, a kiss landed on the tips of his fingers, and up, they were sent towards the sky.

With a soft smile and eyes of Hell’s fire, even when a world away, a kiss from Death was sent to Heaven.

Even for a million years, even when Hell breaks and Heaven falls, even when the sun dies and worlds collapse, until we find each other again.

My love for you is eternal.

END.

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Sometimes I Imagine Death So Close It Feels More Like a Memory (Jason Todd x Reader)

Alright so this is my first attempt to this kind of story in another language (please forgive me for any misspell, english is my second language) and I’m accepting some good writing advices.

Jason saves the reader by only finding out she didn’t wanna be saved.

A guess there’s angst?

Jason first came cross her when she was 15 at a robbery at the dinner she was on. Though the only contact they had was a deep gaze, it was the first time that her heart skipped a bit as she spent nights thinking about him and creating meetings that could only happen in her head. She went away so she could finish her education in another country while Jason had died and comeback with a lot anger on.

She came back working as an accountant on her uncle's fancy restaurant living a rountined life HOME-WORK-HOME style for a few months when a guy in a black suit armored with a gun that it was longer than her legs came in the restaurant starting a huge argument. She runned back to her office, calling the GCPD but with no response. Pulling her arms behind her head as she left her office saying that they could take her instead of one of the owners "It's more appealing to kill a woman than two men. Plus they are stronger than me so there will be no fighting." she said when she saw her uncles being held by gunpoint. She was taken by one of then whispering in her ear a few curses because she was trying to hide away from them as they were pulling her hair so tight it was starting to give a little headache. Y/N closed her eyes when felt a cold metal in her temple as one of the men yelled so everyone could hear that she was going to die if they didn't had 10 thousand dollars on their bag. She heard her uncle scream her name begging for her life and the sound of Y/N's voice came out as a shock to her "It's okay. I'm not scared"

"Oh, so you're a little brave bitch?" the guy behind her whispered as he held her tighly "So how's your little mamma is gonna feel when she sees your little precious brain on the floor of this fancy place?" she hears a noise as he prepares his gun and she gives away her final thoughts before leaving.

Sure she loved her uncles. They were the only ones who actually supported and cared about her as they never had the chance to adopt on their own. They paid for her entire education and when she gotted the schollarship for the Scotland University, they were over the moon and she promised to pay them back when she finally succeded. Her mother lived in another country with a current boyfriend only calling her once a year and her father died before she was born. She only had about three friends her entire life, but they eventually went away after finding their soulmates. Love never smiled to her as she did for it. Never had an actual date in her whole life, only a few guys that she goes out at partys but nothing to be returned.

She always felt sad about feeling like this. About not feeling loved enough, having fun enough, not being smart enough or pretty as the people she knew. But at that moment, she felt good. It was going to over before she knew and she could restart her life as someone else if being reincarnated and forgeting everything and not being an actual dissapointment to her uncles. But before she could relieve her last sigh, there were noises everywhere and the guy that was holding her fell by her side as she felt arms around her holding her so tight. Y/N opened her eyes and was being held by her sobbing uncles telling that it was okay now, she was safe. She nodded lightly her head letting go of them as she sees a red hooded figure talking with the black suited men that was laying on the floor presumed dead

The Red Hood turned to her as she couldn't stop eyeing the body on the floor "Are you okay? He's not gonna hurt you anymore" the kinda robotic voice under the helmet told her. "Y-Yeah. Whatever." she mumurs as she turns around "Is this dissapoiment on your voice I sense?" he sounded mockery "Sorry to save you right in time?" She turned back to him with half shutted eyes in anger "Thank you for saving my uncles restaurant. Free food for your entire life if you wish, just leave a reservation." and walked back to her office as the GCPD started to appear at the local.

Jason came back late that night, showing up by her window seeing the light was on and Y/N was holding her head on her hands with her eyes shut. He knocked and she jumped a bit and eye rolling as she opened the window "No crazy dudes trying to rob here for the last five hours, thank you for your visit" and she was about to shut the window back as he helded and came in removing his helmet and appearing with the black mask only.

"Did you wanted to die?"

The question hits her in shock. "Excuse me?"

"Back at the robbery. I was watching you. You didn't flich when the gun was in your head, you didn't fight back, even after it was over, you weren't shaking at all as I always see and your eyes were completely different. So did you surrender yourself because you wanted it?" She looks at her own hands with a angry face on. Sure that thought only hitted her when she realised that could happen when the guy activated his gun but it was something always triggering to her.

Y/N never had an actual episode of crisis. Sure she once looked from the rooftop and thought about throwing herself but the other thought thiking about the trauma she would left to her uncles was unspeakble selfish. Then she thought again back in Scotland looking at one of the bridges and the river that cross by. She had the option of never having her body found and it would make it better not traumatizing her family, but she was never able to do it. She just believed her time would come really soon. Even when she was with her friend at the dinner that old day and the guy who was assaulting saying he was going to kill everyone didn't make her feel threatened or anything, but fortunally Robin stopped by and saved everyone's asses who didn't wanna die that day.

She believed she was gonna die soon than other people she ever met cause what other reason a person could be this lonely in her life? Maybe the guy that controls everyone's fate choose an amount of people to be unhappy in their life so they could ended sooner.

"I wasn't scared. That's all." She says more sharply that she wanted "I don't fear death."

Jason was capt by surprise and let a chuckle "Have you seen death? It makes everyone terrifed"

"It does. I would be desperate if I was dying and could not being able to tell everyone I love how I feel. But I don't have, so death is not that much"

Jason was so angry and curious by this woman. How could she tell that? Have she died before? Because he had and didn't wanna pass through that again.

The first thing Dick asked when he came back and they recounted was how death felt like. Did he met God? Or was just a plane dimension with a bunch of strange people? He didn't remembered much, but remembered the agony it was when all he could see was darkness for awhile. He took a deep breath as he continued

"Look, I don't know you, or how your life is going but I can assure you it's not the easist way out." She finally looked up and met his gaze under the mask. He looked so compassioned about her that her heart skipped a bit for the second time. Letting go a breath she relaxed her shoulders a bit 

"It's not like I'm suicidal or anything. I appreaciate your concern, really" Y/N maked sure she looked deep into his eyes "But I'm not worried. If I had to put my life in front of my uncles, I'm not gonna be terrifed or regreteful. I have nothing to loose, Red" Jason felt his chest clinch a bit as he hears her words. 

The saddest part was he couldn't even tell her tone was since it was so appatic and thruthful. He walked a little bit closer to her helding his helmet by side his body and leaned over her desk.

"Look..." He inhales and brushes his hair with his fingers "I'm not the greatest person to talk about, but I felt that way too."

"You don't even know my name, Red"

"It's literaly written on your desk, Y/N" he points to the little card on her desk Y/N L/N. "And you feel like nobody. Actually you feel more like that, you feel numb. Like you could literaly dissapear and no one would miss you through the crowd. You carry the weight on your shoulders but it's like you're the only person in the world who does that because everyone else is distracted from other things. You feel mislocated in a room where everyone's feel complete and have someone to cheer them up but with you, if you don't crawl out of the hole by yourself you'll just stay there."

Every single word coming from him it was like a sharpen blade through Y/N's chest. She looked down a bit and let her eyes fill with tears

"Sometimes I think about death so much it feels more like a memory. It's lonely, agonizing and selfish."

"For a guy who says he's not a hero you sure look a lot like a one" He lets a chuckle and knees in front of her whiping away a few tears from her

"And I'm not. You're just part of a group of a select misfortune people." he grins as she melts a little smile

"I feel ridiculous talking to a guy in a costume"

"If it makes you feel better I feel ridiculous talking to a pretty girl about feelings. They usually buy me a coffee first"

"I could do that but surely with our luck you'll probably get bored in the middle of conversation and shoot me"

"Oh God do you really wanna go in there? Okay so the most exciting part of my day is cleaning my guns after patrol. Can you beat the boriness?"

"I imagine situations with people I cross paths just for the feeling of having any friends"

"You mean you're a grown up woman with a degree with imaginary friends?"

"They're real... I just never spoken to them in person" She says a bit embarrassed as he lets a smile cross his face

"I dig that. I'm Jason and I've got a place where the food is free. Wanna come?"

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