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sanguineterrain · 10 days

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im begging you to write a part 2 of vigilante reader because the way you write??? the dynamic between reader and jason??? the sex tension???are chef kiss!!!

thanks very much! part 2 and I couldn't put off the reveal bc I'm just too impatient lol 🫶 but I might write another part post-reveal? maybe? cuz I'm growing attached to these two <3

jason todd x gn!vigilante!reader (nocturne). tw explosions, smoke inhalation, reader passes out, canon typical violence, identity reveal, asshole bruce. jason is in love? jason is in love.

read pt 1 here! | all fics are reblogged to @sanguinelibrary

****

"Go home."

"Bruce, I—"

Bruce looks at you, eyes sharp with fury and... something else. Something older.

The others know how to talk back. You still haven't gained the courage to sass The Batman.

"Go. Home. If you need an escort, I can call Superman."

You take a step back at his coldness.

"Bruce, I know I messed up, letting Hood escape but—"

"Yes, you did. You deliberately disobeyed an order. I told everybody to stand down. He could've killed you."

But he didn't, you don't say. He could've, but he chose not to.

He'd felt safe.

"I had it under control, honestly. He wasn't—it wasn't like the other encounters you've had with him. He wouldn't have hurt me."

That is the wrong thing to say. You realize that after the words leave your mouth and the muscles in Bruce's jaw jump.

"You can't be this naive. I know I wouldn't have chosen someone who's this naive," he says savagely. "You know Hood can't be trusted, and you're defending him to me. We've seen time and again he's rogue. He doesn't make sense and that's exactly why he's dangerous."

"But if you would just listen—"

"Enough," he snaps. "Enough. Go home. I'm suspending you for three weeks."

"Three w—I'm not even injured!" you cry.

"No, but you need the time. You're not thinking clearly. Go. I don't want to see you until next month."

You press your lips together before you say something truly foul. Something about Batman's habit of pushing people away. Something about dead Robins.

You don't let the tears fall until you leave the Cave. This is all Hood's fault. You know it would've been a different conversation if you'd managed to successfully capture him.

You'll take down the Red Hood if it's the last thing you do.

****

It takes you approximately two days to break your suspension.

In your defense, you meant to follow Bruce's orders. You would've stayed put and helped Barbara with research instead.

But not at the expense of civilian lives.

"All units to Canal and Riverview, 10-80. Standby. Do not enter the factory until given clearance from the Bomb Squad."

You turn off the police scanner and stuff it in your drawer. In Gotham, explosions usually come in multiples. If there's one, there's bound to be another. The police are generally inept when it comes to evacuating civilians. You know one of the other Bats are on their way, but you're the closest to the docks.

You glance at your suit. No. If you go as Nocturne, Batman might suspend you indefinitely.

You grab your gas mask and put on a black hoodie and a domino mask. You'll just have to make do.

The marina is blanketed in thick smoke. It makes your eyes water. But in the commotion it causes, you're able to slip past the barriers and help workers out of the factory. It's difficult because without the suit, people don't give you the same trust and respect. But you're anonymous, and that's all that matters.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

You ignore the voice and keep hauling two elderly workers towards the exit. They're barely outside before you turn around, determined to clear every level of the factory.

You're yanked backward by a hand on your hoodie. You nearly lose your footing, but the hand is firm, dragging you towards the pier.

You're spun around and put face to face with a red helmet.

Oh, of all the fucking—

"Let go of me!" you shout, smacking his arm. Hood's grip tightens.

"I will as soon as you stop doing stupid shit. What were you thinking, coming here?"

You pause. Whoops. This isn't how a plain civilian would react to being apprehended by the Red Hood.

And that's definitely not how the Red Hood would react to getting swatted by a random civilian. Shit.

"I was, um, I was thinking I could help," you say haltingly. "P-please don't hurt me, Mr. Hood, I was—"

Hood sighs and lets you go, then tucks his gun into his holster.

"Cut the shit. I know you're Nocturne. I also know that you need some acting lessons because what the hell was that? Mr. Hood?"

A chill washes over you. "I don't know what you mean. Nocturne?"

Hood shakes his head. "I don't have time for this. The building's gonna collapse any second. Stay. Put."

He goes back toward the smoking entrance. Your eye twitches as you follow him.

"Last time I checked, you don't have that kind of authority, Hood."

He turns around and looms over you. "Don't I?"

Anyone else would back down. You might've a week ago. You should, after the tongue lashing Bruce gave you.

But there's no soot on Hood's helmet or vest. He doesn't smell sweet like gasoline or pungent like motor oil.

He was in the factory to help.

Something shifts. Batman is wrong. Batman is more wrong than he's ever been.

Because Hood's not the enemy here. Not anymore. Maybe not ever.

You push past Hood. "It'll be faster if we work together."

"Oh, absolutely not. You're not even in your suit."

"As per your request," you say, flashing a plastic smile. "You're welcome."

"Don't get cute with me, you—hey!"

You dart past him and go straight into the factory. Hood shouts your name, which makes you pause, just for a moment.

But revealed identity or not, you need to clear the building. So you pull on your mask and run faster.

Your worst fear is confirmed when you check the upper level: someone was missed in the evacuation. It's a worker, and she's unconscious.

You don't think about how explosions come in pairs in Gotham. Don't think about how long it'll take to get to the exit.

You take off your mask and slide it onto her face. The smoke burns your throat immediately, but you ignore it and lift her in a fireman carry, just as you were taught all those years ago by Robin. He's the one who taught you how to save people without relying on brute strength or height.

You hope he's alright, wherever he is. You hope he's not too upset seeing you rush into a burning building.

That's your last thought when you see the entrance. Your face is covered in sweat and grime. The heat from the fires is exhausting. You can feel your eyes beginning to close.

"There's something seriously wrong with you," a decoded voice says in your ear, and then the woman's weight is lifted from your shoulders.

Hood grabs your hand, the woman over his opposite shoulder, and you make it out just as the second explosion goes off. It knocks you forward.

Hood puts the woman down just in time to catch you. His arm is around your waist, the other hand cradling your head. His gloved thumb touches your mouth, and you feel his dawning realization as he finally sees your mask on the woman.

"Don't tell Ba'man," you slur.

"Jesus fuck—" Hood starts to drag you. You feel lightheaded. He's moving, and you wish he'd stop. "You don't take off your mask. You never take off your mask. We taught you that!"

"She was unconscious, J'y..."

Arms tighten around you. Everything goes dark.

****

You wake up to the smell of scrambling eggs.

For a moment, you just bask in the smell. It smells like Alfred's breakfast scramble. Bacon. Butter. Golden potatoes.

Then you wake up further and realize that you're not in the Manor. You're in your apartment.

So who's cooking?

You get up quietly, slipping out of your room. You pause in front of the full-length mirror.

Honestly, you've looked worse. Your hair needs a wash, and you're in the same clothes you went into the building with, which are now a little charred. But your face is clean of soot, and your throat hurts only a little.

The kitchen sink runs. You slowly creep out into the living room, keeping your breathing even and silent.

The mess of black hair, you recognize. Sort of. You might've mistaken him for Bruce if you didn't know that Bruce has a lifetime ban from kitchens all over the world.

He's too tall to be Dick. Too skilled in the kitchen to be Bruce. Too nice to be Bruce, too—you can't imagine Bruce Wayne making you eggs. Especially when you disobeyed his orders. Again.

The red helmet on the kitchen stool turns your blood to ice.

You grab the letter opener from a drawer and wait a few seconds to see if Hood's heard you. Then you throw the letter opener with near perfect aim at his exposed shoulder.

He catches it without turning.

Your heart skips a beat. Every time you think you might get the drop on him, Hood reminds you just how competent he really is.

A mix of fear, aggravation, and something you don't want to examine too closely swirls in your gut.

"Impressive," he says. "Dami been training you? Mama Al-Ghul spent a lot of time on his knife lessons."

"Why are you in my apartment?"

Hood sets the letter opener down on the counter and turns off the stove. Then he serves the breakfast scramble on two plates, then sprinkles chives over them.

This is the weirdest kidnapping ever.

He sighs, back still facing you.

"You can't tell anyone it's me," he says.

"You make a lot of demands for a guy who just used the last of my eggs."

Hood laughs. It sounds wet. It sounds like grief.

"God, I've missed ya, honeylove."

Your heart pounds. You try to find another weapon, anything. Hood doesn't give you the chance.

He turns around.

The first thing you see is the stark white streak of hair and the curls you once loved. The curls that were near unrecognizable in the casket.

You were right: Batman was wrong.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #red hood x reader #red hood x you #jason todd fanfiction #red hood fanfiction #red hood imagine #batman fanfiction #dc fanfic

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delusionalmultifandomwriter · 3 months

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Grabby Hands (fluff)

Requested?: No

words: 1194

One Shot: Damian gets overwhelmed at a gala and Jason is willing to save him.

overwhelmed!Damian Wayne & bigbrother!Jason Todd

I have no idea what i am compensating with this but enjoy (Im very nervous to post this but yolo (im dying inside))

Damian Wayne hated his father's galas with a passion. Not for the same reason as Bruce though. Bruce hated the fakeness of these events. For Damian the lights were too bright, the people too many and too intense and every interaction too unpredictable.

His father made sure to introduce him to these kind of attention as early as possible. The excitement over Bruce Wayne's biological son was ginormous and Gotham was crazy to finally be introduced to the 10-year-old.

Damian hated the attention. The journalists. The flashing lights and the never ending paranoia that every false step would end up being abused on Twitter or in the next edition of the Gotham Times or Gotham Gazette. You never know.

Secretly, Damian looked up at Dick for his ability to easily handle these social events, as much as he hated them himself. It was like a skill. A skill that he couldn't seem to figure out. He always got stressed before the events which only increased over the course of the evening.

Most of the times, he managed to work through these events and then would hide in his room for three days until the noises were back to normal and he could talk to someone again without snapping at anyone or going non-verbal again.

Today's gala was different. Bad. Very bad to be exact. Damian had forgotten the reason for this event. It took place at Wayne Manor so Bruce must have had serious reasons to host it but Damians brain was empty tonight.

The suit was too itchy. Why do they make suits out of wrong material? The tie was too tight. Breathing, he needed oyxgen! Damian fumble around with his tie a little.

"Misses Davenport, this is my son Damian." Damians gaze shot up. Right in front off him stood an elder women with a babyblue and silver-sparkly dress. A silver tiara throned on her grey perm. She was far past her best ages. She smelled like old lady.

He couldn't remember who the women that his father just introduced him to was. Where did she come from? With who was she here? How was he supposed to talk to her?

Damian forced himself to smile at her. He had practiced this smile in front of the mirror a million times after his father told him to not look so grumpy when they were in public all the time.

"Oh, aren't you the sweetest." The women cooed, her voice was too high-pitched. She ruffled Damian's hair. He wanted to wince, his skin was sensitive, she needed to stop touching him!

Halfway through the gala, Damian wanted to scream and cry. The lights made his eyes burn and all these voices seemed to flood over him. After he had spent 15 minutes in the bathroom, he had followed Jason around for the last half an hour like a stray kitten to avoid getting caught up in a one-to-one conversation.

While Jason was caught up in a conversation with god knows who, Damian's gaze wandered off into the distance. The dark night was nice. He wanted to wander off into the dark and curl up somewhere nice and silent. Wander off to a quiet place where he could cuddle Titus and Alfred the Cat and just be. He wondered if someone would noticed if he would disappear from this event to spend some times with his pets. Maybe a short visit to Batcow was just what he needed...

"Hey Shorty. Sup?" Damian snapped out of the very comfortable train of thoughts about his pets. Jason was standing right in front of him and looking down at him.

Damian looked at him puzzled. After a few moments, he opened his mouth but his throat was shut tight. Luckily Jason just continued talking without waiting for his answer. "You've been rocking on your toes and staring off into the distance for the last 20 minutes. What's wrong with you?" Jason asked. Suddenly he squad down to Damian's height.

Damian tried to say something but the noises were back and the bright light was replacing the darkness he was craving. The words got stuck in his throat together with a desperate sob. At this point he was done. His brain was cooked, his skin was burning.

Withdrawal.

Damian extended his hands a little and made weak grabby hands towards Jason. Jason rolled his eyes but proceeded to pick Damian up. "Told B you couldn't take 'dis shit again." Damian heard Jason murmur while he hid his face into the older boys neck to block out the light.

Damian felt Jason walking, he was embarassed but at the same time he was finally out of responsibility and able to relax a little. He stiffened up a little as he heard a high pitched voice.

"Ohh, poor boy. What happened?" The women in the blue dress, Damian was able to recogize a light Gotham accent in her voice now. "Oh, it is already way past his bedtime. He is very tired." Jason chuckled, it was obviousy fake. Other than Damian, the elder woman didn't seem to recognize the fakeness because she dropped the conversation immediatly.

Damian felt Jason walking for a while before he headed up some stairs. The noises started to subside in the distance. Suddenly, the chilly temperature of the garden disappeared and it got significantly warmer. Jason had carried him into the manor and was now heading upstairs again, probably carrying Damian into his room.

"Im gonna kill you, Todd." Damian grumbled into Jasons neck while he fumbled with his tie to loosen it a little.

Jason chuckled, Damian could feel his chest vibrating against his smaller body. "Sure thing, babybird, kill me all you want. You were the one making grabby hands." Damian growled embarassed and buried his face deeper into Jason's shoulder.

Jason opened Damian's bedroom door with his elbow and pushed it open with his hip. He set the smaller boy down on the queen size bed and Damian curled up immediatly. It was dark, the only light came from the moon shining through the half-opened curtains. The event taking place in the garden was barely audible from here.

Damian immediatly wanted to doze off when something soft hit his face. He blinked drowsily, Jason had thrown his pyjamas in his face. "Change." He ordered while he was already heading back out to the door. "Need something else?" He asked while he turned around again.

Damian looked at his pyjamas for a few moments before he looked up. "Cat." He said finally. Jason gave him a smirk but nodded. "I'll go find your feline friend, you change." Before Damian could answer someting, Jason had closed the door.

The younger boy slowly started to open his tie and the buttons of his jacket. After what seemed like eternity, Damian had changed into his pyjamas and his gala clothes laid forgotton on the floor. His skin slowly stopped burning when it touched the cool sheets and when his head touched his pillow, he sighed deeply.

Damian Wayne hated his father's galas with a passion. But at least there were people to understand his grabby hands.

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Same thing on Ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55397962

#batfam #my writing #jason todd #red hood #damian wayne #dc robin #batman #bruce wayne #wayne manor #overwhelmed #stressed #oneshot #send help #im nervous #grabby hands #cross posted on ao3

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intriq · 6 months

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Soulmate au jason todd fic

its here. like i promised. months ago, maybe. chap 1 is done. chapter 2 is underway. flower language for titles with meanings.

NOTE: This mixes the arkhamverse AND the lazarus pit together, so KEEP THAT IN MIND. i was like "haha omg what if i mixed the two together" and everyone was like "YES" and by everyone i mean this discord im in

will make a separate masterlist post for this, maybe. heavy emphasis on MAYBE.

might just smack it all onto my already existing masterlist post, who knows!

this fic will be a series of chapters and parts, and written to Isabella's Lullaby. From The Promised Neverland. enjoy :3

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When he was Robin, running around with Batman to fight crime on the streets of Gotham, he’d sometimes get distracted. By you, of course. Not that he could see you, but he could hear you.

Specifically, he could hear you whenever you sang to yourself. Your quiet little humming always made him smile, and he’d always get distracted listening to it.

“Jason, were you listening to anything I just said?” Bruce asks, and there’s most certainly an unamused look on his face behind his mask.

Jason is snapped from his daze, giving a sheepish grin as he just gives a silent answer of no, he was not listening. The only thing he’d been listening to was the humming of his soulmate, who always had a habit of singing to themselves when they were doing something or trying to fall asleep.

Getting distracted by the sound of your singing whilst he was patrolling Gotham with Bruce probably wasn’t the best idea, but he couldn’t help it. Your voice was always so pretty, after all.

Sometimes he’d get distracted in his classes, too.

When one day, Jason’s in his boring history class, back in those days when he was younger, he hears you humming again. He smiles, of course. How could he not?

You did have a truly pretty voice.

Or could it be more-so described as beautiful?

Either way, Jason’s focus is solely on your voice now, and not the history lesson the teachers spouting off. It’s nice, and it’s certainly something Jason would rather hear than whatever that teacher was spouting off as he forces himself to focus enough to actually finish the notes he was taking.

However your humming only lasts for a few brief minutes, and Jason is forced to suddenly listen to the teacher drone on and on about some particular subject he didn’t care to pay real attention to.

Even now as the Joker cackles in his ear, bringing the crowbar back down to hit his ankles, hard, Jason grits his teeth in pain for a moment. Before eventually it turns to gasps for air.

The only way Jason could even last and endure the endless torment the Joker put him through was by imagining you. Imagining what you might look like, that is.

After all, the first words you’d ever say to him in the future were inked like a tattoo in the skin of his arm. How could he not let his mind wander to try and put pieces of you together, like some sort of puzzle without a guiding image?

It had been awhile since Jason last heard you humming to yourself. Had you stopped singing entirely, or were you just busy as of late?

His gaze, despite the pain making his vision swirl into an unfocused haze, moves to look at his soul-mark. His soul-mark, which are the first words you’d ever speak to him.

Are you okay?

Those words. Three simple words. Words that gave him hope that someday he’d get out of this hellhole in Arkham.

“Get your head in the game, bird-brain!” Joker cackles, bringing the crowbar back down onto his leg again, making Jason grit his teeth and suck in a harsh breath of air, bringing him back to reality in a dizzying flash of pain. He’s hoping Joker didn’t notice just what specifically was distracting him, considering his Robin suit kept his soul-mark hidden.

But unfortunately for him, Joker had. “Something you wanna share, birdie?” Joker taunts, reaching a hand out to grab at the hem, where the glove covered the sleeves edge. Underneath which held your first words to him.

Are you okay?

Three little words. Words that helped him stay sure he’d make it out of here. Make it out of here to you.

Jason so badly wishes to close his eyes, block everything currently happening out when Joker spots his soulmark. Wants to forget everything when he hears Joker sadistic cackling when he reads those little words. “Ooh, got yourself a soulmate, huh? Maybe they’d like to join in on this little show, hmm? What do you think of that, bird-brain?”

Jason, for once in his life, hopes you don’t live in Gotham. That you don’t live anywhere near this shithole or anywhere Joker has power to find and reach you.

At night when Jason get’s some relief from the torment, the beatings, it’s quiet. He hates it. He’s never liked silence, and now he fucking dreads it. Makes him think about how everything hurts, how badly he wants everything to end. He’s on the verge of breaking, he can feel it. That last little cord that’s about to snap.

He’s so close to giving up.

And then, for the first time in what’s felt like years, he hears it. He hears you. You’re singing again. It’s soft and sweet, your voice. Just like every other time he hears it. Jason tries his hardest to keep his eyes open, to listen to that melody you’re almost always humming. It’s the same one every time.

But in the end, he can’t help the way his eyes droop, or how you manage to lull him to sleep like some child. Jason can’t help but be so easily soothed by your voice. Because for the first time in months, Jason is able to sleep.

And for the first time in months, it’s a restful sleep. One without nightmares. And he dreams of you, what you may look like.

For just a little while, he get’s a little reprieve from all this pain and anguish.

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poppy-metal · 2 years

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I want Eddie to kiss me in the rain outside while making up from an argument and then fuck me in the backseat of his car with nothing but the sound of the rain on the windows

you slam the car door as you exit, pink shoes getting muddy immediately as you stomp away from eddies car when he'd stopped at a light. fuck him.

you hear the slam as he comes out after you, his muffled, "jesus christ." before the slap of his boots in the rain come up behind you. you continue walking even as he calls out to you. you frown when he grabs your elbow and yanks you around, pausing when you see just how beautiful he looks soaked in the rain. its annoying.

"let me go, eddie." you snap, trying to wriggle free.

"can we please argue inside like normal people?" he says, loudly so as to be heard over the downpour, "tight jeans and wet weather do not mesh well."

"then go!" you yell, "i can walk."

he doesn't let you go, he just looks at you. his big eyes doe like. water is rainfalling off his black lashes. unfairly pretty. "I'm not letting you do that." he says, softer now.

your bottom lip trembles, "oh so you're gentlemanly enough to not let me walk home in the rain but not enough to not be a fucking jerk to my date?"

eddies jaw clenches. he shakes his head, a quick motion that sends water scattering. his grip falls from your arm. "he wasn’t- he wasn't good for you." he says lamely.

"that's what you said about jacob, and todd, and harry-"

"harry was a pissant."

"I know!" you yell again. "but you should have let ME figure that out. Im tired eddie, im tired of you chasing off the boys i like."

his eyebrows come together. you think he looks tortured. he takes a few steps back from you and runs his hands through his slick hair like he's agitated. "i don't understand why you want to go out with so many guys, anyway. what's with the sudden interest all the sudden? you never cared before."

you're suddenly so tired. tired and wet and cold.

"because i want to be kissed, eddie." you say plainly, water slicing down your body in tiny rivulets. "I just want one good movie kiss. is that so wrong?"

eddie stares at you, eyes wide. the sound of the rain between you sounds thunderous. his hellfire shirt is clinging his skin with how soaked through it is, you can see the outline of his pecs, just slightly defined, through the damp fabric. you look away.

"and you think." he pauses, takes a step closer and dips his head so he can meet your eyes, "you think those shitheads are gonna give it to you?"

"Its not like you're gonna kiss me so i have to settle." the words are out before you can stop them. your eyes widening at the same time his do. he opens his mouth and you take a step back, your foot catching on a slick patch of concrete.

"forget it-" you start and then yelp when you start to slip. eddie darts forward and steadies you before you can fall on your ass on wet pavement, his arm looped around your waist.

you stare at eachother, chests heaving. water drips from his nose and onto you. he looks at your rain damp mouth.

"shit." he says, and again. "shit." before hes leaning down and taking your lips with his.

its your first kiss, and its better than any movie. It tastes like rainwater and eddie. a sweet, beautiful taste that you learn a alot more of later that night, when he takes a lot of other firsts too, your bodies slick and moving together like you were always meant to.

#ask #forgot to add the sex part bc i got caught up thinking abt the romance im sorry #eddie spaghetti #eddie munson x reader

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twiixr4kidz · 2 years

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one last request…. as a follow up 2 da evil exes + Scott finding out ur preg…. Them (minus Roxie) helping/comferting u when ur having da baby and their reactions when they r born!! Head cannons pls and u can cancel da 3rd Matthew x reader/headcanons … also how do u feel

i'd love too!! also, i'm doing okay now :3 i got a sudden burst of motivation so i feel a lot a better and im getting a lot of stuff done hehehehehe

the evil exes (minus roxie) + scott after the baby!!

scott pilgrim:

if you expected scott to be comforting, than you're expecting just a teensy bit too much from him

to be honest, bro is freaking out

his mind is screaming "OH MY GOD THIS IS HAPPENING OH MY GOD IM GONNA BE A DAD WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO OH GOD" and his heart is screaming "BRO CALM THE FUCK DOWN AND HOLD YOUR PARTNER'S HAND OR SOMETHING"

he doesn't let his anxiety show (or at least he tries not to) and does his best to attend to you through the entire process

when the baby is born, he's happy but also so relieved that you're not in pain anymore

also he cries

he just sits in the corner and sobs

he's so happy

matthew patel:

similarly to scott, he's freaking out

but not because he's anxious

he is so excited he's bouncing off the walls

you're going to have to get his attention if you need his comfort because he's gonna be in his own little world

but he snaps out of it as soon as he realizes you need him

he keeps your hair out of your face and rubs the back of your hands all while praising you for doing such a good job

when the baby is born, he also cries

literally cannot hold the baby because he's shaking from excitement

HE'S A DAD!!!!!

lucas lee:

bro is so responsible, he's by your side the entire time

hospitals make him queasy, but if it's for you, he's willing to put that all aside

he's practically a nurse's assistant with the way he's running around the room and getting you whatever you need

he definitely seems like a dad, but now that the two of you are actually going to have a little one running around, he FEELS like a dad

literally so excited when he holds the baby that you think he's going to pass out

todd ingram:

poor guy is having so much anxiety around everything, and he has been from the start

he struggles a lot and is so so SO worried he's not gonna be a good dad, but he knows now isn't the time to worry about that

he needs to focus on YOU

he runs his fingers through your hair and whispers into your ear about how you're almost there, how when this is all over, the three of you can come home and he'll tend to your every beck and call, how he'll make all of your favorite meals and make sure you have only the comfiest of clothes to wear, and when the baby goes to bed, you can sleep the entire night and he'll take care of them

he's in shock when it's all over

he finally gets to hold his flesh and blood child and he has to hold back the tears

he's so :')

kyle katayanagi:

you're in the most pain of your life and the entire time bro is like "FUCK YEAH BABE YOU'RE GIVING BIRTH SO HARD RIGHT NOW"

it's actually hilarious

he tackles comforting you with his incredible sense of humor

he tries to make you laugh as best he can, despite your conditions because he believes that laughter is the best medicine

and it's distracting you from the pain, so at least it's working!!

when he finally has the baby in his arms, his responsible side kicks in he's a lot calmer

but he is absolutely restraining the urge to shriek from excitement

ken katayanagi:

unlike his twin brother, he is NOT saying "fuck yeah babe you're giving birth so hard"

he's more like "every time you push, that's one night i make one of your favorite meals for dinner"

he's not the best at encouraging, but having him stand over you, rubbing your shoulders and wiping the sweat off your brow is comforting enough

he's so happy when the baby is finally born, and he looks at them with so much love it's overwhelming

gideon graves:

this man has so much composure it's kind of terrifying

there is no nervous bone in his body when you go into labor

he's able to help you through the whole process, almost as if he spent weeks researching it (spoiler warning, he totally did LMAO)

he offers you a bunch of things to help, but realizes it's HIM that you need

he holds that baby and immediately starts acting like a dad

he can finally break out those awful dad jokes he's been saving up for months and he's never been happier

#scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim x reader #matthew patel #matthew patel x reader #lucas lee #lucas lee x reader #todd ingram #todd ingram x reader #kyle katayanagi #kyle katayanagi x reader #ken katayanagi #ken katayanagi x reader #gideon graves #gideon graves x reader #scott pilgrim vs the world #spvtw

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Always sunny anon replying: funny you mentioned Bojack being I believe Viv has said in the past on her twitter that she wants HB to be the next BH yet seems to not understand what makes a show like Bojack work to begin with. (I'll admit I haven't watched Bojack Horseman yet. I've been sleeping on it way to long tbh).

Yeah absolutely. Viv doesnt seem to get that bojack worked in not only in its ability to make people like bojack while not excusing his actions, but also how its structured as 'comedy turned drama'.

(major spoilers for bojack horseman btw, you can just skip to the end/the last paragraph of this post)

Now in bojack's first season, it was a comedy pretty early and stayed that way till later down the season and it continued to grow naturally to a drama (though the comedy is still there of course). Helluva boss though, seems to be all over the place as just after episode 1, episode 2 takes a more serious/dramatic approach when the show is meant to appear at first to be a dark humoured comedy, along with most of the season not even sticking to its original premise, instead focusing more of set ups and stolitz drama that both didnt go much of anywhere (striker might be an exception though i feel like the end with him could be another set up). What wouldve worked is that episode 1 - 4 is entirely on the original premise for helluva boss and the rest would be more serious (with strikers introduction, the agents and stolitz drama) with season 2 continuing the more serious approach. Hell, if their gonna include stolas family drama, why not portray it as comedy at first, then use it later on to portray it more seriously. Like in season 1 of bojack where he and sarah lynn slept with each other, its being treated as comedic. But when he revealed that he slept with her in the interview, its being treated completely seriously and use it to highlight bojacks problem from him with young women and his issues with accountability, episode 2 could portray the cheating as comedic (with stella throwing objects while rambling while stolas dodges them like a dodgeball game with octavia initially being presented as the typical 'lonely stuck in the mud teenager' but we still get hints of her being more than that later down the episode) and while it ends on them leaving the festival in an awkward comedic way, that would used in seeing stars where octavia vents about her family drama, including on how neglectful stolas has become as a father from the festival incident. Im kinda surprised viv didnt consider to use it because it would be a perfect tool for helluva boss to use.

Another reason why bojack worked compared to helluva boss is its characters. While bojack was written well, the rest of the characters (especially women) shine through and we get to see more of who they are overtime. We dont really get much on that with helluva (especially the women), sure we get their backstories though we dont really have much depth if that make sense. Like when we compare todd to moxxie, todd's deal is that he's extremely helpful and he actually have stuff going on for him, its only bojack thats holding him back so when he finally distance himself from bojack, not only is it consistent but its also not repetitive, instead we get to know more about todd, seeing his relationships, discovering his asexuality etc...hell, he even has his own episode where he learn to make time for himself too instead of always helping out everyone. Moxxie has an arc of overcoming his weakness but the thing is, it repeats the same arc that it can get tiring to watch. What would work for him is that he slowly develops him overcoming his weakness instead of it just being repeated (like maybe further snapping at blitzo or confess that he considers quitting) Its a real shame too because him being close to morally good than morally grey or bad (which i predict thats what most of hells beings would be) opens a gate to a lot of possibilities for him as a character like why he took the job, how he met his wife, how he views the world around him etc...but they clearly didnt know what to do with him especially when season 1 wasnt even properly planned (as viv literally admits this on twitter too) so its why he as a character feels stagnant. But a bigger comparison however, has to be the women in the shows. People tend to praise the show for how it writes its women characters, often from diane and princess caroline. They're shown to be as messy and complex as men like bojack in the show though other women characters had their time to shine like hollyhock, kelley, gina, penny, bojack's mother etc...Its clear that bojack writes both men and women well in the show. Helluva boss on the other hand, is quite unbalanced in its writing for men and women. Specifically with the men having more variety and generall knowledge about them than the women. Like millie and loona, despite being major characters, have very little depth especially with millie who wouldnt even be a character if we remove her from moxxie. And even with the other women characters, they dont have much depth either (or at last we dont get to see that depth often like with verosika), they all in some way are in the roles for men characters (octavia and loona being there to establish the good in stolas and blitzo or stella and verosika being there to establish to either be the villain or to show a part of the man's past) Its very clear that viv favours men characters than women as alastor and angel dust having more going on than charlie, the main character herself. I mean, both shows are technically character driven and to be character driven, your gonna have to make sure your characters can equally shine on their own instead of one having more depth than the other.

To put it shortly, i dont think viv really gets why bojack was successful to audiences to begin with and in turn, failed to achieve that success with it being how she structures her show for the 'comedy turned drama' style being all over the place when bojacks was of natural progress and her imbalanced/poorly planned writing of men and women characters where it wasn't an issue in BoJack

#helluva boss critical #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #helluva critical #helluva criticism #helluva critique #helluva boss rewrite #ask #anon #ive also been sleeping on bojack for too long though i finally watched it a few months back #its really good i definetly see why so many people like it #me included #major spoilers for bojack skip to the last paragraph for nonspoiler summarization #hopefully if you watch it you like it too

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au where todd and jeff get into a really big fight over the summer before jeff’s senior year

it probably starts off with something really small, an offhand comment from jeff about todd not caring that jeff’s about to start applying to colleges, or maybe an offhand remark about how todd never hangs out with jeff anymore

and todd just loses it, getting angrier and angrier as he reminds jeff that todd isn’t the one who decided that jeff wasn’t good enough to hang out with him and todd wasn’t the one who listened to his brother be belittled by their parents and turn around and tell todd that he should do better other than comforting him

and jeff’s just standing there, and it’s like his whole world view has just changed because he’s honestly never actually thought of all of this from todd’s perspective. he doesn’t think that todd’s not good enough or anything like that, but he’s never realized that thats how it’s translated over

he had honestly gotten so caught up with pleasing his parents, going to school, keeping up with the extracurriculars that he hadnt gotten around to approaching todd first, and he never dismissed todd when todd approached him because he didn’t want to hang out but he was always busy. he supposed he could have explained that to todd a bit better

and it’s not like he thinks todd isn’t amazing, but he hates how their parents yell at him so he tries to encourage todd to try harder, but he sees how not reassuring todd that he’s great the way that he is can translate. and wow he’s really fucked this all up

anyway

jeff tries to explain himself, and todd (heart of gold, deep desire to be loved that causes him to forgive rlly easily) agrees to try and fix their relationship

come fall, jeff convinces his parents to let todd come visit him when he can

in the mean time they call and write letters, and its all horribly awkward but their trying and that means everything

obviously jeff’s a senior at fucking welton, so its not like he’s rolling in free time but he’s also the golden child of welton that years after the school will use as an example and claim that they ‘made’ him

anyway

they write letters, have brief phone calls, and jeff convinces his parents that seeing welton will encourage todd to try to make it to welton

for neil its a completely normal day - waking up, classes, looking forward to the weekend, listening to charlie’s wild wild plans for the weekend that wont happen, hanging out with knox, meeks, and pitts, waiting for cameron to be done with his work so he’ll hang out with them (work first, fun later - cameron)

and then

and then he’s sitting outside, the summer heat hasn’t left yet, and the poets are all chatting, pretending to work (aside from cameron who’s sitting a little farther away, actually working) when some upper classman yells out

“excuse me ?” the call is so quiet, neil would think he’d imagined it if he hadn’t looked up to see a boy around his age (blond hair, head down a little, avoiding eye contact, still the prettiest person neil had seen) it takes him a moment to snap out of it

“hey, what’s up ?” he asks going for casual, his voice a little pitched. charlie snorts next to him, neil ignores him

“um, my brother uh, um.” neil gets up to move a little closer to the boy in an effort to get him to look less like he wants to dig a hole and die

“yeah ?” he asks, quieter, sending his friends attentions away with a look, the boys cheeks turn pink when he glances at him, but doesn’t hold eye contact

“my um- my brother, he um, he said to meet um at the courtyard, but uh, he’s really bad at um giving direc-directions so im a little um”

“lost?” the boy nods “well just tell me who ur brother is, and we can find him together” a pause “im neil, by the way. Neil perry.”

“todd anderson” todd replies and neil wonders why he feels like he should know it just as todd continues “my brother’s jeff anderson”

“jeff- of the jeffrey anderson” todd grimaces but nods

“wow i didn't know he had a brother” neil says and its the worst thing to say because todd’s face looks even more closed off and he shifts uncomfortably and theres a siren in neil’s mind thats screeching for him to do damage control so he can somehow win some sort of affection from the pretty boy “pr-probably because you’re such a cutie and he doesn’t want ppl to stare at his younger brother hahah” he wants to throw himself off a bridge because what the fuck did he jsut say

todd for his part stares at him wide eyed, red cheeked, and a little bit like he’s considering running away

“um so jeff, lets go ?” neil says even more awkwardly. todd nods hurriedly and the two start walking and the entire time todd isn’t saying anything but neil is rambling and its honestly embarrassing

they finally find jeff and todd and neil say goodbye to each other and neil thinks ‘wow i rlly just embarrassed myself in front of the cute guy’ and tries to not think about it

sometimes, after todd has left, he thinks he can feel jeffrey glaring at him but its probably in his head

jeffrey anderson was having a good day, an amazing day, a wonderful day, waiting for his baby brother, who he had recently made amends with, to come to campus so the two could hang out

if today turned out good, he was gonna try to convince nolan to let todd stay a whole weekend (since jeffrey didnt have a roommate)

until of course neil fucking perry showed up

jeff had nothing against neil, was even thankful that he’d helped his brother, until he noticed todd staring at neil’s back as neil left

until he asked todd what was up and he glanced at where neil had gone and blushed

jeff didn’t want todd to be in a relationship (the kid was like 5) but he didn’t want todd to pine (and be miserable - todd was an overthinker) but if neil rejected todd, jeff thought he might just kill him

todd is there again the next friday

jeff sees him standing near the entrance awkwardly trying not to look too awkward

“hey todd ! did we plan on meeting today ?” he calls out, feeling awful for forgetting but honestly not being able to remember them agreeing to meet up

todd looks at him, cheeks turning pink “um no we didn’t plan on um”

“so whats up ? is everything okay ?” he walks closer , trying to see if he can see if anythings off. todd turns pinker, jeff wonders if he’s sick

“i um i have a date”

“... a date?”

“yeah um-”

“todd ! you’re here !” perry yells out, jogging over. he greets jeff with a friendly wave and politely doesn’t point out jeff’s dumbfounded look

jeff wants to protest (”todd ur like 5″) but todd looks excited and nervous (but not in the usual, i wanna die way) so jeff forces his lips to curl up into a polite smile, tho the look todd shoots him shows he’s not all that successful and waves at them as they both head out to their date, and fills his brain with plans to keep an eye on neil and plans on what to do if neil fucks up

yeah theres no coherent plot, its just shit happening

im feeling to lazy to tag my taglist sorry guys

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ok. saw sweeney todd revival on broadway. i went from not knowing any songs to seeing two productions in one summer so. thoughts:

because im me my immediate takeaway was: it's been a hot second since i saw a show with the orchestra in a pit down in front of the stage AND it was a 26-person orchestra with refreshed orchestrations! it was so crispy and tight and the energy of being able to see the conductor is difficult to put into words. i'm beyond glad they didn't hide the musicians backstage

there were a lot of people there just for josh groban — i was with family whom i persuaded to see this show because of josh groban, and i heard many people in line being like "hey so is josh groban the bad guy? how much does he kill" and there were some changes i feel reflected that. there was so much physical humor, and sometimes lines were added to further give context to someone's actions. i think it works overall, but you could feel the crowd paying less attention when mrs. lovett or sweeney weren't on stage lol

and it's so unsettling! the chorus has some incredible and strange choreography; the light coming through the steps up to the second story is so ominous; the harmonies SOAR through the theater. it's good stuff.

potentially spoily stuff about the production itself below:

and yes OF COURSE the leads were incredible. i feel like len cariou's sweeney is so angry and yet refined, and michael ball's goes hard on the madness and revenge, but groban's is so...sad. he's such a dad, he sings like an angel, it is so uncomfortable when he does something violent. groban's epiphany is HAUNTING and ELECTRIC and the way he interacts with the razors is incredible! and the way he plays a little priest is hilarious but makes it very clear that it is an extension of his mental break. genuinely and eye-opening experience thank you mr. groban

and ashford takes the more emotional cues from the 2007 movie, but makes you actually care about her lmao. like compared to lansbury's frenetic and absent-minded lovett, ashford is laid back and casual and almost lazy about all the weird shit happening around her. she feels bad about locking toby up, sure, but she's still gonna use it as an excuse to get sweeney to pay attention to her! she's funny she's heartfelt she's insane she wants to fuck sweeney todd so fucking bad. it's an incredible combo

and. yeah the rumors are true. she climbs josh groban like a jungle gym the entire time, and on the rare occasion sweeney snaps out of his brooding to reciprocate the flirting, it is HOT. their camaraderie on and off stage is potent. and it works in the other direction too — when he starts to flinch away from her in the second act it's painful.

i do think that the ending sequence in particular is kind of messy up until the last scene in the bake house; there's not a moment to breathe and not in a way that seems intentional? and some of the scenes with the judge/johanna/anthony subplot could have used some love. but. minor qualms. i am biased because kiss me through pretty women is probably my favorite section of the show 😵‍💫

my last takes are: johanna and the beadle in this production are unbelievably good. johanna leaned so into the bird motifs, as well as the idea that she is done waiting around and ready to do violence, much like her father. and the beadle is delightfully amoral and hates his job and delights in the power it affords him. i am so glad they didn't cut parlor songs and let him really eat it up

and. the last shot of sweeney and mrs. lovett is so so so good and i hope they do a professional filmed production of this so people can experience that alone. josh groban's in this it'll sell like hot cakes PLEASE just do it

my first experience with sweeney todd was a local production i saw this june, in a deeply intimate 300-seat theater. i was sitting so close i could've set my drink on the stage. the sweeney was elegant and suave and tortured; mrs lovett was so casually and affably mean. i will think about them forever! and it's very interesting to compare it to the big fuck-off money production considering they both got roasted for having a more emotional sweeney!! here's the theater's 40 second promo for it!!!

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nothing will ever replace the original soundtrack in my heart. but i'm gonna be unwell about this revival for a bit

anyway that's all i got!! thanks for reading if you read this. attend the tale and all that (obligatory tag for @r-osehips thank you for the interest ❤️)

#ITS THE SUMMER OF SWEENEY SND IM SO FUCKED UP #send help :)#bolt watches things #sweeney todd

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“ let the workers in when they get here and stay out of their way while they’re working . Dinner is in the microwave .Their money is on the kitchen counter . I’ll see you tonight , i get off at 8” Todd’s mother’s instructions were pretty clear . Todd was home for the summer while classes were on break. Todd was home alone for most of the morning then around noon the painters arrived . It was a hot day , Todd had been hanging out in nothing but a pair of shorts . He thought about putting on a shirt before opening the door but couldn’t be bothered

Todd opened the door for the two painters who were gonna be working on the house . Todd smiled at them and showed them where they’d be working .” Thanks kid” Harvey smiled at Todd making him blush . Todd was gay but he hadn’t come out to anyone yet.

Todd was in his room when heard Harvey and his partner break out into an argument while painting the living room . Todd stood at the top of the steps as he tried to hear what they were arguing about but he couldn’t . He watched as Harvey’s partner packed his things and left . Todd was coming down the steps when he noticed a strong pungent aroma in the air. He noticed Harvey had taken his boots off and left them In a corner by the steps . Todd stood next to Harvey’s boots for a moment taking in their strong stench before turning the corner and seeing Harvey standing there with his arms folded looking angry when Todd approached him “is everything alri-“ “that’s what i get for trying to help a friend “ Harvey said bitterly

“What happened ?” Asked Todd , trying not to stare down at Harvey’s filthy socks .

“He’s an ungrateful broke no good asswipe , that’s what happened .” Harvey started “Jack is a friend of mine , he’s unemployed, broke and always mooching off of his friends so i tried to help him out by offering him to help me do this job and I’d split the money with him . Everything was going great until i told him i was taking off my boots just so I’m not tracking dirt everywhere . He started saying he’d leave if i take my boots off. He usually teases me about my smelly feet so i thought he was kidding but he actually left ..” the whole time Harvey was talking Todd was sneaking glances down at Harvey’s socks , he ended up staring too long and getting caught by Harvey . Harvey snapped his fingers in Todd’s face to get his attention“i see my feet don’t bother you at all. You into feet or something ?” Harvey asked jokingly “i don’t know , i think i might be “ Todd admitted biting his lip

“Well let’s find out “ Harvey grinned as he sat down on the couch and propped his filthy socked feet on Todd’s coffee table . Todd kneeled by the table and leaned forward, the stench of Harvey’s feet only got stronger as he moved closer to his socked feet . Todd pressed his face against Harvey’s filthy socks breathing in the strong pungent aroma as he felt the sweat and stench coming off of them marking his face .

Todd let out a soft moan as he took in the aroma of Harvey’s socks “i think your friend was over reacting . They smell fine to me , don’t bother me one bit” Todd joked as he pulled back and started to peel off Harvey’s wet smelly socks . He balled them up in his hand and gave them a whiff before setting them down next to him . Harvey’s feet were filthy from working half a day already ,wearing the same socks he’d been wearing for at least 2 weeks now. At some point he’d lost track just how long he’d been wearing them “how long have you been wearing these ? They smell incredible “ Todd sighed looking up at Harvey while rubbing his dirty sweaty feet “im gonna be honest with you man, i don’t know .. these were my last clean pair like two weeks ago or something like that “ Harvey laughed shamelessly . “I’ve been too lazy to do laundry. I was gonna wear these till i couldn’t handle the smell or till they stench got so strong it knocked someone out , but it seems to have the opposite effect on you “ Harvey grinned as he watched Todd lean forward and wrap his lips around Harvey’s grimy sweaty toes . One taste of Harvey’s toes and Any reservations Todd had , flew out the window . He happily and unabashedly sucked on Harvey’s filthy feet licking up any filth or grime from between his toes then he started lapping Harvey’s size 12 soles licking every inch of his feet . Harvey laid back on Todd’s couch with his hands behind his head , watching how Todd worshipped his feet . Todd started really getting into it , slobbering all over Harvey’s feet and rubbing them at the same time . No one had ever done anything like this for Harvey , no one was brave enough to get close to Harvey’s feet like Todd had been , he was in awe of how devoted Todd was to worshipping his feet

Harvey let Todd worship his feet for an hour , he didn’t want it to end . He had a newfound love for getting his feet worshipped thanks to Todd . Harvey looked at his phone and sighed “alright man,as great as this was , my lunch breaks over . I gotta finish the job “ Harvey said as he pulled his feet away and stood up to get back to work “ you can keep those “ Harvey said looking down at his socks next to Todd. He got back to work and finished the job . He put his boots back on sockless and left . Harvey ended up knocking off a quarter of the discussed price thanks to Todd’s service on his feet . Todd pocketed the change

Later that night , Todd’s mom came back and looked around “wow they did a great job “ she said standing in the kitchen. “they sure did” Todd said as he laid out on the couch scrolling on his phone while sniffing Harvey’s socks , reminiscing of his time under the hunky worker’s feet . They’d exchanged numbers , Todd was hoping to see Harvey again soon .

#malefeet #guyfeet #foot stuff #dirty socks #handsome hunk #faggot humiliation #faggot slave #faggotsforuse

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Crashing Baby Birds (fluff)

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Oneshot: Damian crashes on Jason's couch after a long night.

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Damian Wayne & Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown & Jason Todd

Here i am again, writing about my fav duo. They don't get nearly enough attention! Also Steph is joining, no idea how that happened. Its an experiment, im still improving my writing about her.

Jason woke up in the morning to the sun shining into his face and his alarmclock playing an awful pop song. He blindly hit his nightstand until he eventually hit the snooze button. Jason slowly sat up groaning while he rubbed his face to wake himself up. He slowly got up and grabbed a grey t-shirt from the floor. His bedroom wasn't exactly a mess but maybe he should do his laundry sometime soon.

Jason stretched as he got up and decided to do breakfast and shower first and postpone the laundry until later. Or never. He left his bedroom and froze. Something was wrong. The window was... only half closed. Jason always made sure to lock his windows and doors... Someone had bridged his security system.

He slowly made his way into the living area, guarded up and ready to fight the intruder. Nothing seemed to be missing, there were some dirt footprint stains on the carpet floor. Jason made his way over to the window and locked it again.

He flinched as he heard a quiet noise behind him, he turned around, ready to attack. When he spotted a small boy with jetblack hair and tan skin sitting up groggily on his worn-down couch.

"Damian?" Jason exclaimed confused. "De fuck are you doin' here?" Damian blinked hazily and rubbed his eyes, the domino masked layed forgotten next to the couch table. Finally, he looked up at Jason. "Todd? What are you doing here?" He asked, he obviously missed what the other boy said before.

Jason smirked and headed over to sit down on the couch next to Damian. "Well, I live here." Jason joked. Damian looked at him confused before he registered where he was. "Oh. Appareantly." Damian grumbled. "I should leave." Damian got up but winced and sat down on the floor.

"Hey now. You can stay." Jason said quickly, raising his hands apologizingly. "What happened to you?" "Nothing." Damian answered through gritted teeth and started a new try to get up. "Nothing, huh? Nothing looks pretty painful to me." Jason answered while he rolled his eyes at the stubborness of the boy.

"What hurts?" He asked while he got up and kneeled down on Damian's level. "Nothing." Damian growled. Jason sighed while he scanned down Damian's body. He looked tired and a little pale. "Listen kid, its either me or i go and call Bruce." He threatened half-serious. "Something is telling me that you dont want the old man right now." Jason smirked at Damian.

Damian crossed his arms and looked away from him. "Leg." He grumbled quietly. Jason chuckled. "Thought so. Stay, i get the med kit." He got up and grabbed the green box from the bathroom and swiftly returned before Damian could run off.

When he returned, he saw that Damian had already ripped open the fabric around the wound. Jason knelt down next to him. "Stab?" He asked curiously. "I got distracted." Damian argued angrily. Jason raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "The great Damian Wayne. Getting distracted? Well, now you got me curious. B already letting you patrol alone?" He asked while he started to clean up the bloody wound.

"He thinks im with the Titans." Damian grumbled. "But you aren't?" Jason answered. "No shit, Todd, stop trying to make conversation with me." Damian snapped. "I was with them but Starfire was starting a fight over team effort and respectful conversation again so i left!"

All Jason did was chuckle. Damian glanced at him offended. "What?!" he scowled. "Was it really Starfire who started that fight?" Jason smirked. Damian growled unamused. "Maybe I got a little firey." He grumbled quietly.

Jason sighed but decided to drop the topic. They both stayed silent while Jason was fixing Damian's leg. Once he finished he helped Damian up. "So, what happened with B?" Jason asked. "He banned me from patrol because i stabbed the Penguin." Damian grumbled. Jason burst out laughing.

"Bad day, huh?" He asked while he gently nudged Damian back on the couch. Damian huffed and sat back down. Jason ruffled his hair and Damian groaned and layed down to escape the affection. "I can go now." He grumbled.

"No you can't. You can stay or i call one of the others to come pick you up. You won't go outside in your Robin costume and injuried in the living daylight." Jason stated. Damian groaned into one of the pillows. "What's your pick?" Jason asked pushy.

Damian hesitated for a few moments. "I'll stay." He finally mumbled into the pillow. Jason smiled down at his little brother. "Excellent decision. I'll go find some clothes for you to wear." Damian lifted his head up to look at Jason.

"You are build like a fridge, Todd, i highly doubted anything from you would remotely fit my size." He argued. Jason smirked at him playfully. "Maybe one day when you finally grow a little, Shorty. For now i can offer you some stuff that Tim left here." Damian huffed and buried his face back into the pillow exhausted.

Stephanie Brown pulled up the car in front of an apartment complex in Gotham Midtown. The sun was already nearly set and the buildings shined in the last streams of sunlight. Weird enough that she had to pick up Damian somewhere but what was even weirder was, that she had to pick him up at Jason's place. She texted Jason who opened the door for her. The house was a little worn down, the area was not too criminal but still no place for a kid to run around. Well, at least Damian was not a regular kid.

Stephanie made her way up the stairs, Jason was leaning against the doorframe of his apartment and smiled at her. "At this point i could host a family meeting here, ya know." He joked. Stephanie chuckled. "You called me, i came."

Jason smirked. "Quiet right, thanks for picking up the demon spawn." He led Stephanie into his living area. She smiled softly, as she spotted Damian sleeping on the couch tucked under one of Jason's blankets. His face was completly relaxed and he breathed softly through his slightly parted lips. "Aww." She simply said before she cleared her throat and turned back to Jason.

"Right, anyhow. How did he end up here?" She asked while gesturing towards Damian. "Well, appareantly he had a fight with everyone and crashed here after he got stabbed." Jason shrugged with his hands shoved into the pockets of his cargo pants.

Stephanie looked at him puzzled but nodded slowly. "Mhh, Bruce mentioned something like that." She brushed back her hair before she glanced back at Damian. "You would never think he could stab someone when he is cuddled up there all peaceful and fluffy." She said after a few minutes of silence and just watching Damian rest.

Jason chuckled. "Fluffy?" He asked smirking. Steph nodded. "Come on, he looks fluffy. Look at that hair." She argued playful. Jason wheezed laughing. "Right. Fluffy."

"Shall we wake him?" Jason asked after he calmed down again. Stephanie hesitated. "How tired was he?" She asked thoughtful. "Very. Im pretty sure he would sleep through the night if we'd let him." Jason answered.

"We could let him sleep and go on patrol to kick some butt. I've been dying to go on patrol, Batman made me stay inside researching intel last night." She groaned.

Jason laughed lightly and nudged her playfully. "Let's go, i doubt Demon Spawn would run off. Even if, he is injuried. We could probably catch him."

Steph laughed. "Duh."

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