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somewherebetweendisorder · 5 months

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The Life We Build

Jason Todd x fem!reader

Warnings: angst, fluff ?? i think that's it

A/N: originally posted to my old blog (basicallybats). i was originally writing it as an eddie munson fic, but i really wanted it to be jason, so if you notice any typos or mistakes, no you don't. as always, thank you for reading! <3 i do not give permission to copy, repost, or use my work in any way.

"We need to go to the grocery store."

Your hands are buried in Jason's hair, thick waves curling around your fingers, soft and smelling faintly of your conditioner.

"Huh? Why?"

He tips his head back, so he can see your face, fingers freezing, a page caught between them. You recognize the book. It's your annotated copy of Pride and Prejudice. A soft smile curls at your lips, something painfully saccharine about the fact he prefers your copy; your thoughts.

"Because we have no food, Jay. Did you use my conditioner again?"

"Yeah."

"I know. I can smell it on you."

He snorts, eyes closing as you continue to massage his scalp, shaking his head lightly. "Then why did you ask?"

"I just wanted you to 'fess up. Now c'mon, we need to get food, for real. There's like, half a jar of peanut butter and a beer."

"Sounds like a decent enough dinner."

You remove your hands from his soft locks, and he whines, sitting up and carefully setting your book on the bed beside him. Jason doesn't want to go, you know that, can see the distaste and boredom brewing in his eyes already, but he will go, for you.

"Fine. Get dressed. Let's go."

You pull on an old, well-worn tee of his, slipping on your shoes and trailing him down the hall. He holds open the front door for you, locks it behind himself, jogs down the stairs to meet you at the passenger side door, swinging it open with a flourish.

The drive to the store is quiet, Jason tapping the steering wheel to the beat of the music on the radio, bobbing his head gently, one hand on your thigh. The smile on your face didn't go unnoticed as he snuck glances at you out of the corner of his eyes.

Gotham is a god-forsaken place. Smog, trash, the highest crime rate in the nation, and a mile-long list of casualties. Jason remembers what it felt like to be back. The whisper of trauma is at the forefront of his mind. The memories, good and bad, all shot through with something unshakeably bitter. Part of him will always love Gotham, just as part of him will always hate it. But you- You are beautiful. The sort of beautiful that frequently had his heart stalling, breath burning in his lungs when he forgot how to breathe at the sight of your sunny smile, and bright eyes. Your personality and laugh, uncensored and genuine.

You are Jason's diamond in the rough. He can't bring himself to hate Gotham quite the way he did before you, but he can't shake the thought that you'll never reach your full potential here. A flower without enough sunlight can't fully bloom. Fuck, everyone knows Gotham is where good things go to die.

As Jason grabs a shopping cart you walk next to him, sliding your arm through his, a sort of camaraderie.

"We should make a casserole this week," you suggest, eyes reading the signs above the aisles, trying to piece together a meal plan in your head.

"What kind of casserole?"

You sigh, distracted, uncertain. "I don't know. Never mind. I've never even made a casserole."

He bumps his hip against yours gently, silently asking for your attention. He waits until you look at him to speak, lips twitching into a soft smile. "We have that cookbook your grandma gave us. And lasagna counts as a casserole. You've made that plenty of times."

"Does it?"

"Sure."

He's bent on reassurance. Jason knows this is new; cooking is hardly your forte. It would be easier to let him do the cooking, but you've been so eager, and you're taking to it really well. He hates the insecurity bubbling in your voice, he wants it gone. At his insistence, you soften, a bit of tension leaving your shoulders as you nod.

"Okay, we can make lasagna. And what else?"

Your gaze catches on the fresh flowers, bright and fragrant, their sweet smell permeating the air. You look at Jason, desperately curious to see if they've caught his attention too, but they haven't. He's looking at a rack of magazines, leather jacket pulled taught across his shoulders, green eyes crinkling in the corners as he squints at the cover of the newest scandal magazine.

"Good God, Dick is on the cover of another fucking tabloid. I thought he-"

It's an odd thought, this sudden need to pick out flowers with your boyfriend. You long to talk about where you should put them, what color would match your sofa and look nicest in front of the window.

"Jason."

It's not the fact you use his name, his birth name, though this is unusual for you. It's always 'baby' or 'Jay' or 'babes'. No, it's the way you say it. Thick and serious, something he hadn't quite heard before, an almost severe expression taking over your pretty features.

"Y/N? Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Nothing, just- Can we get some flowers?" He watches you shake your head, trying to clear the cobwebs.

It's the domesticity of it. A tender, mundane thing catching up to you as those things often do. Something painfully sweet about it, stability your life lacked until Jason. And now? Now going to the grocery store with him was better than anything you did before. Like cooking, like cleaning, like laying in bed all day, face pressed mercilessly into his skin, breathing him in as he reads to you, just because you could. It was an insatiable craving, one you needed fulfilled right now.

"Sure, baby. You wanna pick some out?"

Your nod is almost imperceptible, arm still curled around his, goosebumps creeping along your flesh. He sees. Sees the light in your eyes, knows you need this moment. Jason knows that every day like this erases those brutally lonely hours from before. Minutes marked with blood and grief, a bitter memory. He knows because these moments do the same for him, setting things right he wasn't sure could be fixed.

Fuck, he'll buy all the flowers here if it brings the carefree smile back to your lips. "What kind do you want?"

"I- I'm not sure. Anything. I'll know the right ones when I see 'em."

He peruses the bouquets, at a loss, this is far outside his comfort zone, but if it makes you happy.

Your wonder hurts his heart, wide eyes and shock every time you find new colors squished together, or flowers you haven't seen before. You should have been given flowers all the time. He checks the price of the bunch in his hands and winces. What he wouldn't give to buy you flowers like this every day. Maybe he should, he thinks.

"How about these?"

Your eyes fall on the wild bouquet of rich, wine roses, flowers in full bloom, overlapping each other, fighting for the gaze of the beholder. They're gorgeous, you can feel them without touching the silken petals, velvet. "They're nice."

He sees it on your face, the dismissal, the gentle rejection. The flowers are pretty, too pretty even, gaudy, and suffocating. They're the type of thing that would fit well in Bruce's home, but not yours. Far too formal, far too showy; you want something sweeter.

"They don't match… Anything at home."

"We'd have to pick weeds to match our apartment."

His words come too fast, voice flat, deadpan, shooting for humor, missing, falling by the wayside in a shallow bitterness. He sees the hurt in your expression the instant the words gush past his lips, a geyser of ill-timed distress. Fumbling, rushing forward, trying to make it right, he presses on. "I'm kidding. That was an exaggeration. We make a nice life. It's just we-"

He stops, letting the chatter of other patrons and the store radio fill the silence as he watches tears build in your eyes, shimmering beneath the harsh fluorescents.

"I'm kidding."

You know he wasn't. He meant the words, frustrated with dead-end jobs and your meager incomes, scraping by with just enough. He wanted more for you, more for himself, more of a future. But all you heard was the immediate dissatisfaction. It wasn't enough, it was never enough.

You shove the small cluster of sunflowers you're holding into his chest, plastic wrapping crinkling, flowers smushed against his chest with the severity of your action.

"I need to use the restroom. You can put these back. I'll meet you at the checkout."

"Baby I- Y/N!"

You run. There's not enough care in your bones to think about how odd it is for a grown woman to be running through the store, stumbling into the restroom, tears already tracking down her face.

Hands braced against the cool countertop, you stare at the water droplets scattered across the laminate from whoever last washed their hands. It's a fascinating pattern, water catching the light. A tear falls, splatters on the surface, and shines too. How pathetic are you that you're hiding in here, waiting for the onslaught of emotion to pass before you can face your boyfriend again? Before you can face his disdain?

Minutes drag by, the tears slowing and finally stopping. Red eyes stare back at you, bloodshot and hollow. With a harsh tug, you turn on the faucet, splashing cool water on your face, hoping it soothes the obvious signs of crying.

Time is up, you can't stall any longer. With a fortifying gulp of oxygen, you drag the paper towel harshly across your face, wiping away the water, and push the door open. Jason is waiting there, shopping cart abandoned a few feet away, leaning against the wall, local business cards pinned to the wall next to store notices, hands shoved deep in his pockets.

"Baby."

You're frozen, eyes locked on the overlapping flyers and cards on the wall over his shoulder, unable to meet his gaze. Jason can see it. The remnants of salt tracks on your cheeks, eyes red and puffy, lashes clumped together from the water you hastily splashed on your face in a harried attempt to cover your reaction.

He wishes he could rewind, take back the past few minutes, and unsay those words, spare you the heartache. He knows he can't; it's a pointless wish, spent in vain like the coins he tossed in the well with his mother all those years ago.

"Baby," he repeats, voice low, shoulders sagging when you ignore him. "Y/N, just look at me, please."

His voice isn't him, isn't Jason, viscid like a flower soaked with dew, drooping beneath his regret. He's too pretty, too serious, you shouldn't let him wallow in it, you know that. But his words were too real, too close to that oozy, rotten spot in your heart that cries for acceptance.

It takes everything in you to drag your gaze to his, jarring when you meet those eyes, deep and sorry, churning like an earthen ocean, soil and sediment devouring itself. It's like watching the earth cave in. It's alarming, unsettling, it makes you want to touch his face and beg for the promise that it's all okay.

Is it though?

"I'm sorry. What I said- It came out wrong. I would never insult the life we've built, I-"

"You did though, Jay. You did insult it. You pissed all over it."

Jason winces at your bluntness, nearly an idiom, yet far from it. He focuses on your words, playing them over and over, watching your lips twist sardonically, building a wall around yourself. "It's fine, okay? I get it."

"No, you don't." He finds his voice, gruff with the nasty feeling building in his stomach, unable to be gentle in the wake of his own despondency.

"Can we just go home? I don't want to have this conversation here."

Movements stilted, uncoordinated he moves to the abandoned shopping cart, hands wrapping around the handle in a white-knuckled grip. He takes two steps, yanks the cart back, and turns to you so abruptly that you nearly collide with his chest.

"No. No, we are going to have this conversation now, otherwise you'll never have it. You know damn well I wasn't insulting you, or our home, or our life."

Blank-faced, eyes a hollow shade of their usual verdancy, you don't show any sign you really heard his words.

He's never felt this before, desperate and shaky with wanting- no needing you to understand. Why does this feel so insurmountable? His hands land on your shoulders, large, hot, scarred, shaking just enough to inspire a rise out of you.

You swat his hands away, fresh tears burning tracks down your face, humiliating, telling. "I care, okay! Damn you, Jason, I care!"

You suck in air too fast, choke on it, a strangled sob dancing on your lips, free falling. Hands useless on his chest, feigning a shove, curling in his soft tee shirt and pulling him closer. Tucked away in your little nook, no one is around, no one sees the mania tainting the air. Lovers begging forgiveness for the transgression of misunderstanding.

He buries his face in your hair, hiding his face, hiding his relief at your touch, at your admission. "I care too. I care that I've tied you to this hell hole with almost no chance of getting out."

"You don't get it, do you?"

Jason can barely hear, your voice smothered by his chest, the fabric of his shirt, his hearing a bit unreliable from too many head wounds. "Get what?"

"I don't want more. I don't want... I don't know what you envision, but my happiness is this. Buying groceries with you and, and- Gotham. My happiness is fucking Gotham if I'm here with you. I don't need-"

"You deserve-"

"Do not interrupt me, Jason Todd!"

He recoils, stung, chastised, conceding quickly, lips pressed into a thin line. "Okay."

"I do not need anything more. I don't need a big house or a safer city to play in or whatever it is you think I ought to have. Deserve? I don't even know what that means. But I want you, and I'm content with this life. Until you start picking it apart and making it seem like it's not good enough for you. I cannot tolerate that. I won't."

He waits, the silence stretching on and on, like the fraying string on a shirt that refuses to snap, until he is certain you're finished.

"You're right."

"That's all?"

"No. It's much more than that. But-"

He releases you, feeling your hands release his shirt slowly, confused as he steps back, raking his hands through his hair.

"You asked me so nicely for flowers. Let's start again. And we can finish at home, like you asked."

You blink. Once, twice, three times, trying to process, waiting to see if any argument floats to the surface of thought, but none does. Nodding, you step to his side, following him quietly to the tables of flowers once more.

It happens at the same moment, your eyes find the simple bunch of sunflowers and baby's breath the second his do. Understated and sweet, the type of flowers to catch your eye and hold it with a strange fascination.

"These?" you ask, eyes never leaving the buds, fingers tentatively caressing the soft petals.

"Yeah. I like those. They're pretty."

They are pretty. And suddenly, you need to see him, touch him. Placing the bouquet back you turn to him, cool hands pressed to his warm cheeks, eyes tracing soft lips, and the strong line of his nose. Those eyes that say secret things to you, things his lips could never speak. The panic and overwhelming nature of the trip are still fresh in your mind, but his eyes say he understands, his eyes reflect the same image as yours and it's less. Less upsetting, less frustrating, less misconstrued.

"I get it too."

Your words soothe the cuts on his heart, shallow and stinging like paper cuts. His lips are on yours before he knows what's happening, no self-control left at this moment.

It's over too fast, a promise, a vow, an apology. You know; you feel it, trying to pass over all of your love in return. It's enough, more than enough because he smiles when he pulls away, kisses a trail up your nose to your forehead, and into your hairline.

"I love you, Jay."

"I love you, Y/N."

Gotham isn't much, your apartment isn't much, and a single bouquet of flowers in your drab little living room is hardly anything at all. But it's plenty for you, plenty for Jason. It's enough.

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bippot · 3 months

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Oooo I love you sooo much!!🙇‍♀️💜 Can I please request an Adrian Chase x fem!innocent!reader where a bad guy had taken her and being in a lot of danger, she ended up killing him in self defense, and Adrian (as Vigilante, while on his nightly searches for criminals to kill) happens upon a traumatized, covered in blood Y/n, shaking and crying with her head in her hands, muttering about not wanting to be a bad person and she’s just in shock of what happened to her and what she had to do. She’s the type of person who wouldn’t even hurt a fly, she has never even so much as held any type of weapon. Vig kneels down to her height and promises to “take care” of it, him attempting to comfort her in his own Vigilante way, also carrying her to his car and bringing her to his apartment. He would definitely be trying to assure her that she did nothing wrong in his eyes, he takes care of her injuries and takes care of her as she starts to pretty much live in his apartment, and what was supposed to be a few days, turns into months of her living with him, as neither one of them wanted her to leave. She feels safe with him and fell in love and he wants to protect her and is feeling in love for the first time 🥹

Bacon and Bloodshed

Patrol could get boring. As Vigilante became more well known for hunting in certain areas, criminals would stop being in those areas. Of course they would! Being out in the open doing in Evergreen and doing shady stuff guaranteed a bullet between the brows. Only someone from out of town would be so stupid to attempt to kidnap a woman when they were firmly in the 'Vigilante Zone'.

Dressed in a black hoodie and sweatpants, a thug who used to run around Gotham doing his misdeeds - and only left when he got on the bad side of Two Face and was lucky when a coin was flipped to see whether he got to flee or be shot in the eye - found himself in Evergreen. He lurked in the backseat of a completely dark car, waiting for the woman who owned it to finish her shift.

Fate was kind to some. A bitch to others. All of Adrian's life had been filled with hardship, maybe it was time for his luck to flip.

As soon as she sat down in the driver's seat, his hand came around the headrest to hold a knife against her throat. The criminal expected her to scream. To plead for her life. To cry. But she didn't. She was quiet in shock before she saw an opportunity as he was adjusting his position so he could hold the knife more comfortably and there was a brief moment of time when he moved his arm just enough away that she could bite down really hard into the fleshy part of his hand.

"You bitch!" He yelped in pain, dropping the knife into her lap and jerking his arm away.

Y/N picked it up and darted out of the car, running as fast as she could for the closest building that had a light on and people in. Most shops were closed. People were asleep. The corner store she'd had a late shift had its shutters down - she knew that, she did it - and the only option left was to dart down a dingy alleyway as the thug was hot on her heels.

She was going to die tonight, Y/N was sure of it at that moment. But not before she fought. She wasn't going down without kicking beforehand.

The alley was dark, the only light coming from a flickering red neon sign with a really disgusting logo for what she assumed was a tattoo studio. It was quite apart from the sound of the man's heavy footsteps echoing off the walls. She couldn't see him, but she could hear him breathing heavily and knew he was gaining on her.

And then he caught up to her. He was so close Y/N could smell him, see his shadow looming over her. So, she stopped and turned around, the knife held out in front of her like a sword. "You're not going to kill me, pretty lady." He laughed. "You don't have a chance in hell."

That wasn't true. She was a lot faster than him when he lunged for the knife, and while he was bigger than her and could easily wrestle it out of her hands as soon as he got the chance, he didn't get the chance. The thug was no match for a big cut across the neck she gave him, and he collapsed on the ground, gurgling blood.

Staring down at the man who had tried to kill her for no apparent reason, her hands shook and her knees felt weak. She stood over him as his arm raised, almost as if he was asking her to help in some way. "Oh no. No. No. No..."

In an instant, she dropped the knife and slumped to the ground, her palms pressing down on his wound to try and stop the bleeding. It was a futile effort, but it was all she could do. The man gurgled again, more blood dribbling out of his mouth and splattering all over her clothes and arms until he just stopped. No movement. No twitches. No rising and falling of his chest. Nothing.

Despite what she originally thought, Y/N was going to live. And was going to live with this for the rest of her life. A lump filled her throat and she began to cry, her hands wiping away tears and replacing them with streaks of blood. She stayed there for so long, her body shaking and racked with sobs that it felt like she couldn't stop no matter how hard she tried.

"Aw, I missed all the fun!"

Jolting to point the knife at whoever had just spoken, Y/N looked like she was about to puke. Her eyes were red, her nose runny, her face was covered in blood, and she was shaking like a leaf. Once she realised Vigilante was the one who spoke, she held her hands up in surrender and was babbling, "H-he, uh, he tried to kill me! He had a knife! I don't know - I really don't- I don't why! I don't know why he did it! It was all just a mistake! Please, I just, I j-just really want to go... Can I go?"

Slowly, so slowly so he didn't spook her, Vigilante got closer and lowered the weapon with the tip of his forefinger. He squatted down in front of her until their noses were practically touching - well, if he didn't have his mask on, they would've booped. "Miss, you okay?" he asked, his voice quiet.

"Y-yeah," she managed through her tears. "I-I just, I t-thought I was, uh, I was going to die."

He poked the dead guy with his boot to push the body fully onto his back and fully examine the damage. "You sliced this guy up, good job," he said, shaking his head and chuckling. "He was a big guy too. Damn, you're good with that knife. You really got him."

Adrian had intended to be a compliment, but Y/N's face scrunched and she began crying again. "Did I say something wrong? Please don't cry. I'm not good with that sort of thing. I'm sorry," he added, reaching out to touch her shoulder in the hopes it was comforting.

"You're going to kill me, aren't you?" she asked, sniffling. "You're going to kill me 'cause I did that."

"Why would I do that?"

A small laugh escaped her mouth but it was dry and humourless. With a whimper, she wiped at her nose with the back of her wrist. "I'm a killer... oh my god, I'm a killer. I fucking killed that guy. Like, I knew that but - Jesus fuck! - I'm going to hell," she exclaimed, burying her face in her knees. "I don't even believe in hell!"

"Eh, it was self defence. No big deal."

Her crying continued unabated and he knew he needed to get here out of the alley before the police came. "Hey, hey, look, don't cry," he said, trying to get her to look at him with her wet, beautiful eyes that he wished he could see without the red glass of his visor obscuring what colour they were. "Look, you're just a girl who had a bad night. And, yeah, that bad night involved killing a guy... if there's one thing you should take away from this experience it's that you are a badass!"

"A badass?"

"Yeah, and since you're such a badass, I think we should get you away from this crime scene so you don't get put in jail," Vigilante explained, getting to his feet. "It's okay, I swear. I'll make it look like I killed him, no sweat."

Holding his hand out, he helped her to her feet. She hesitated for a moment before she placed her hand in his, her eyes darting around the scene again. Surely, her prints would be all over this place. Even if she fled, there'd be remnant DNA to place her at the scene.

"I can tell my boss that this guy had an alien in his head and she'll clean this up." He looked down at the body again. "Wait, hang on. Lemme just -" Vigilante unsheathed his gun and shot at the dead guy's head. "We really have to go now. Bring the knife with you."

Without another word, Y/N grabbed the bloody knife by the blade and followed him out of the alley, walking quickly to keep up with his long strides. She was shivering, scared out of her mind, and following a masked hero to his car that he called his 'Vigilante-mobile'. The second her butt hit the comfy seat of his Sebring, all the adrenaline that was barely keeping her together finally depleted and she passed out with her head against the car door, her body exhausted from her near-death experience.

When Y/N awoke, she was safe and sound and under a warm duvet. She wasn't in her house, that was clear. And she'd definitely never seen the jumper she was wearing. Whoever had put it on her (she assumed Vigilante but she couldn't be sure) hadn't removed her bloodstained shirt and, therefore, ruined his own clothes. Y/N tiptoed as silently as she could out of the bedroom, unsure of whose house she was sneaking around.

Maybe he thought he wouldn't fall asleep when he lay down on the couch for a breather. Or maybe he would wake before she did. Or maybe it was just that the mask was uncomfortable to sleep in. Because his face was out on display as he slept. Full display. His mouth open. His hair wild. And his gear at a pile by the leg of his sofa, just in case.

And she saw him in all of his handsome glory. Without a doubt, that was the awkward busboy from Fennel Fields. On the few times Y/N had been there, she always let her eyes linger on his bespectacled face despite how much her friends teased her about it. It felt weird knowing who Vigilante was, even if she didn't know his real name. When he woke up to realise she was gone and had gotten enough of a look at him to be able to point him out on a lineup, he would hunt her down. Y/N had decided she'd done enough running the previous night and, yeah, it would be harder to get away from Vigilante.

So, she didn't run. She gently tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey," she whispered, leaning over and poking him in the chest. "Hey, Vigilante."

Adrian startled awake, almost falling off the edge of his sofa as he scrambled around for his mask.

"There's no point. I know what you look like."

"Shit."

His search stopped. Then, he just stared at her as he tried to figure out what to do. He'd killed people for less. But it was his incompetence that caused this situation and she should have to die for something that was his fault. There was a secret other reason for why he didn't want to kill her. One that was superficial and totally not logical at all. His cock was the one who created that reason and this was not the time to be thinking with dick.

"Do you want breakfast?" He offered like they were pal's and this was a completely normal thing to happen between them. "I make a mean bacon sandwich."

She nodded slowly, unsure if she was going to be poisoned or have a nice meal with a crime fighting vigilante. It seemed it was the latter since he got to frying the bacon in no time, whistling an upbeat tune as he flitted about his kitchen. "What's your name?" Adrian asked, trying to get a read on her. Was she going to run? Would she try to attack him? Or would his ultimate dream play out and she'd totally be enamoured by his cool and super suave lady saving ways?

"Y/N. You're the cute busboy from Fennel Fields."

Most people on the FBI's watch list would focus on the fact that she knew an aspect of his life he hadn't told her. She could recognise him and that was potential information she could tell law enforcement. Adrian didn't focus on that, though. The goofiest smile she'd ever seen on anyone ever came over his face as he replied, "You think I'm cute?"

"...Yeah."

"YOU think I'M cute?"

"Whenever I eat there, I try to hype myself up to flirt with you but, I don't know, you're at work - I know I hate it when guys hit on me while I'm working - I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. Being hit on by strangers isn't part of your job description," Y/N explained, her voice a little quick and rambly like she was trying to get all her words out before he got weirded out.

Adrian's smile somehow widened even more. His eyes flitted over her body before he went back to looking at the bacon as he started pushing around the pan. "You think I'm cute," he repeated again, this time smugness replacing his initial doubt.

"I do."

"I think you're cute, too." He smiled a little bashfully to himself, then confirmed that, "If you wanted to hit on me, I wouldn't mind."

"Oh, okay then. Maybe I will."

Mirroring his, Y/N also got a huge smile on her face as she rested against the countertop and beamed up at him, inquiring, "What's your name?" while he tried not to keep all his focus on her. He didn't want to burn the bacon but it looked as if that was what 2as going to happen.

"Adrian."

"Adrian?"

"Yeah."

"Hmm... you do look like an Adrian."

"Is that a good thing?"

Y/N shrugged, a mischievous giggle tumbling from her lips. He rolled his eyes, but found himself laughing along with her. He'd never been particularly good at flirting, but somehow with Y/N, he was finding that he really wanted to try. "You look like a Y/N," he added, his voice lower, his eyes flitting up and down her form. "I've always thought Y/N was a name for someone pretty and you've proven me so right."

Her cheeks flushed at his compliment and she ducked her head to look at her shoes. Adrian couldn't grasp the fact that he'd successfully made her blush. It was a miracle. A jolt of pride went through him at this victory of making her blush, of getting a reaction out of her, of being more successful than ever before.

They ate their bacon baps, conversation bubbling up as they got to know each other. Bit by bit, Y/N revealed some details about herself and Adrian did the same. It was almost as if they had stumbled into an unexpected breakfast date. They were fairly similar - both living on the nerdier side of life and accustomed to being alone - but there was one glaring difference, Y/N was practically harmless (except from the night before).

She'd reprimanded Adrian for trying to kill a spider and ensured that it was safely placed outside with a glass and a discarded takeaway menu. When he told her all about his misdeeds in gruesome detail, she asked him to tone it down a bit. It was just too gross. And, even though they should've spoken about it just a little bit, Y/N changed the subject immediately when he brought up the thug from the night before. She didn't revel in her violence in the way he did. It was a momentary blip. An act of self defence. And it would be something she'd think about for the rest of her life.

Breakfast turned to lunch and they were still talking. Adrian discovered that it was nice to be listened to. Actually listened to. He was so used to being brushed off and dismissed, but Y/N didn't do that. She sat at the dining table, her head resting on her fist, and laughed at his jokes and encouragingly nodded and asked follow up questions. It was weird, but a good weird.

"Oh, is that the time?" Y/N finally noticed how long she'd been in his apartment for. "I'm sorry. I'm sure you had a bunch of stuff to do today and I just got in the way. I'll get out of your hair now."

"No!" He didn't intend to sound so eager. Adrian coughed. "I, uh, I mean... you could stay if you'd like to. I mean, if you don't have anything planned. You can stay in my hair, y'know, hold tight to those follicles if that's what you want."

More giggles came out of her thanks to his words and he found himself grinning and biting his tongue to not say something even more stupid. "Would you like me to stay?" Y/N asked, looking at him with her big, soft eyes.

"I mean, if you don't have plans or something."

"I'm free. For the whole day, if you'd like."

Adrian felt a grin spread over his face. "I would like that very much, yeah."

She leaned in close to him, her face only an inch from his, and whispered, "I can stay all night, if you're interested in that too?"

Those words shot through him with the speed of a bullet. The smile that had spread was now practically splitting his face in half. "I'm interested." He heard the squeakiness of his voice but couldn't do anything about it. "I'm very, very interested."

His hands found her waist and he pulled her closer to him, pressing his hips against her. He could feel the rise and fall of her breath, the tempo increasing the closer he got. Her hand slid up his arm and into his hair, fingers wrapping around the back of his head.

"Good," she let out, her lips so close to his that he could feel her breath on him. "Because I'm interested too."

"Can you stay forever?"

"I can try."

Their eyes locked, hers twinkling, his wide with laughter and something that looked very much like giddiness. He felt his heart thudding in his chest and his ears were filled with the beat. He wanted to close his eyes, to press his nose into the side of her neck, to bury his face into her hair, to kiss every inch of her, to cherish her company for however long fate allowed him.

#adrian chase #vigilante #vigilante x reader #adrian chase x female reader #adrian chase x reader #adrian chase x y/n #peacemaker

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Ghost of fries and Hero of cookies part 3

All work words count: 14 643

Words in this part: 3 056

Summary of whole work: Duke wasn't expecting to wake up from his quick rooftop nap to some meta kid with fries. He also wasn't expecting kid to stay

Danny asked Dani to stay safe while she was in Gotham. Where would she be safer than under the wing of local hero? And he looked like he needed bad day combo anyway

This part summary: Joker goons are in for an orange surprise and Duke does not like it in the slightest

Beta read by @audhumla-sailor though English is second language for both of us, so proceed with this in mind. I also know all of the charaters through fics alone, so probably ooc. Stay catious if it's something you don't like

First part, Previous part

trigger warnings: gun violence, panic attacks, dissociation, mentions of Joker gas and what it doeas to people (tell me if i missed something, I'll add it)

Duke was having quite a good day. His schoolwork finally got lighter and up until now nothing notable happen on his patrol. Obviously, couldn’t have Gotham without at least one mugging and bank and corner shop robbery. About the last thing, if it was chain store he would conveniently arrive too late to stop it and just follow up to make sure cashier didn’t get fired. He used to be intimately close with hardships of getting necessary supplies like food or gas masks while corporate assholes were trying to suck people dry. But it was family business so he actually had to step in. He did mention secure way of getting resources to would be robbers though. All in all, not so bad, pretty good day. As for now, he was swinging on grapple to meet with Dani, armed with healthy snack Alfred demanded he took for her when he got texted on his Signal-work-phoneTM. It meant important business 90% of the time, so he stopped to check it out. Other 10% were memes from Dani that usually were worth it anyway.

Got it in one, Hoopoe texted. He opened chat expecting funny video or something instead to be greeted by:

Dani: Hey Signal

Dani: Peple aint spossedf t get out f Arkham

Dani: Amirite?

His stomach dropped. He wished it was hypothetical question but he knew better than to believe such fantasies. Things didn’t go so well in Gotham, especially not with Hoopoe.

You: Yeah, your right. What’s up?

You: You’re*

Dani: Nerd

Dani: Whatre you’re thots on clowns

Dani: ?

His stomach officially landed at his feet and decided it wasn’t enough dropping and ended up on a street below. Even if Joker was still locked up, his goons being active were bad news.

You: Where are you?

You: Hoopoe, where are you?

Dani: Clm dow I ned to chek

Dani: I have ni ieda

Dani: The box building rod

Dani: roof*

Dani: Warehouse?

Dani: That the wors

Dani: I think

You: There are over 1000 warehouses in Gotham

Dani: Idk wht yu want me totll yu

Dani: Therere other warehous arond?

You: Okay

You: Check corners for symbol and number

Back in the day everyone other than Bruce decided to take part in a challenge to count all of the warehouses in Gotham manually. They each got their sector and graffiti spray to mark counted buildings. Later it kinda turned into a way of identifying them.

Dani: Red blb with too wite dots

Dani: #83

Okay, he wasn’t too far. He risked roof hopping and checking texts to make sure she didn’t try anything stu-

Dani: Im goin in

You: No!

You: Stay where you are!

You: Hoopoe!

Dani: Calm down worrywart

Dani: Jus wante ti get ab look

Dani: Invisible

Dani: M not dump

I doubt it

You entered building with Joker’s goons with no back-up or plan. It’s extremely dangerous

Dani: Yeah, yeah don care

Dani: 5 goons in clown masks

Dani: Maks idk wat of

Dani: Not northern hemisphere of sky for sure

Dani: Weird containter s

Dani: Ari smells funny

Dani: Giggly i guess

Dani: U prbl know better

You: Get out of there

You: NOW!

You: Try not breathing it in

Dani: K

Dani: Ill stop brething then

You: GET OUT!

Dani: K

Dani: Why so agressive

Because Duke knew what Joker gas could do to person. He knew how it took wonderful people (like his parents) and left shells wand shadows of who they used to be. Because every gas release left him with panic attack. Because he knew it was more dangerous than even some vigilantes thought it was.

You: Wait until I get there

Dani: K

He almost tripped with how much he tried to speed up.

Dani was actually vibrating when he arrived but stayed quiet. Good. If she breathed in some Joker gas it wasn’t working dose yet. Duke had deep feeling not even Alfred’s cookies would be enough to deter her from entering. Offering her a granola bar he sat at the edge of the roof with bone deep sigh. Girl took snack eagerly, bouncing around like puppy high on caffeine.

“How about we take a note of this happening and get going? Other Bats are better equipped to deal with this,” They weren’t but he didn’t want Dani anywhere near this mess. He himself didn’t want to be anywhere near it either.

Kid got deadly still, staring at him as if she could read his deepest secrets if she looked hard enough.

“They’re scaring you” she whispered with strong feeling but Duke had trouble reading what feeling was it. He put his face in his hands for a moment. How was he even supposed to answer that?

“Joker is one of the most dangerous people in Gotham and these guys are working for him. They have guns. Of course I’m a little scared”

Judging by the face Dani made, she wanted to call him out on his bullshit but thought better of it. She floated to sit next to him, swallowing granola in few bites.

“My friend Johnny mentioned him,” she started between chewing ”he said ‘bastard murdered my baby bro Jay and Jay knew his way in fight, stay away from him Dani’. Normally Johnny isn’t so careful”

“All more reasons to leave it for others!” Duke almost shouted, hope growing in his chest. Maybe he could steer her away from it!

“He also told me to hit him if I happen to meet him. He would owe me ‘big one’ then. Do you think I could get ‘small one’ for couple of goons?!”

“Hoopoe no!”

Girl looked thoughtful and after over two weeks of working together he learned to fear this expression.

“Whatever you’re thinking, no. I’ll buy you biggest fries, just leave this–” he waved vaguely at the warehouse hoping it would get message across “–whole mess alone” There was lump in his throat.

Dani haven’t abandon whatever thought got her like that and nodded to herself few time. She drifted around a bit, shifted under her way too long cloak and finally settled with a soft smile.

“You’re scared… Terrified. You’re terrified of them,” she started calmly, like she would talk to a victim if she actually knew how to do it ”It’s okay. It’s great. Fear is what keeps humans alive,” she nodded as if she recounted something from textbook properly in front of the class “But I’m not scared and I fought people much stronger than them and I’m even better now thanks to you. If you’re so terrified, it means they need to be dealt with and it needs to be done fast. It’s okay,” her grin from soft turned devilish “I was itching for some fun fight anyway”

“Dani-”

“It’ll be quick, I promise,” she said, serious again “Don’t worry,” she stood up, saluted and fell through the roof, all too fast to react or not miss it with a blink. Frankly, it caught Duke so off guard he couldn’t even move for a few seconds after the whole ordeal anyway. He threw himself down to the nearest window as soon as he regained control over his body. His heart was stuck in his throat.

Dani tackled first goon with delighted giggle right when he crashed inside. He checked if his mask was secure on reflexes he plummeted towards the ground, moving his body to land safely on top of the shelf. Warehouses were weird place to fight. Easy to get vantage point like Duke just did but was also hard in a way. Little space made it hard to use wider streaks, easy get backed into corner. Annoying more than anything.

Dani’s wrestling match was so attention grabbing that nobody even looked at Duke, despite his far from subtle arrival. He threw himself forward when he caught telltale shine of the gun in one of goons hands. It was dumb move when Dani was so close to his ally, but who he was to criticize Joker goon’s live choices. It didn’t take Signal long to understand he wouldn’t make it on time. He had to but there was no-

Two gunshots rang in rapid succession split second before Duke got to the goon and, with swiftness granted only by adrenaline and fury people got when someone their got hurt, knocked man out cold. Before body could hit the ground he spun around to see the damage because Dani still refused to wear any armor and from this close goon would have to be Storm Trooper to miss her. Because she was most likely bleeding heavily. What if they hit something instantly lethal?

He faced a fight right in time to see Dani jumping at another goon also openly wielding a gun. He wanted to yell at her but bullets were fired before he got a chance. He looked for blood dripping from her torso while dodging another man barely taking his eyes off Dani.

“That wasn’t nice,” she sounded like she pouted! At being shot! “If I was anyone else I would be seriously hurt right now, you know?” her voice was somewhat off. Like it wasn’t quite made by her vocal cords but some awkward voice generator.

Before the appalled man could react, he got technically not too good right hook to the jaw. It was strong enough to make him unconscious and get quite loud creak out of his neck. Duke hoped Dani didn’t mess up the guy's spine. He was criminal but he didn’t deserve this type of treatment.

Duke focused back on his own fight when he made sure that girl wasn’t in immediate danger of dying. He dodged running goon again, who literally ran himself into the shelf because of that. Signal used his short confusion to hit him in the side of his neck, rendering the opponent unconscious. Okay, they made it, this was the last-

Another gunshot made his sped-up heart skip a beat. Lump in his throat suffocated him.

No, no, no, no, no-

“I shot you in the face!”

He looked her way ready to see unmoving body and red decorating concrete floor.

“There was a good quip for- oh right” she started cheerfully, entirely unharmed, before her face twisted into something actually demonic.

“Y̶o̸u̵r̵ ̶p̵e̶s̴k̶y̵ ̴l̷i̷t̶t̸l̶e̸ ̵b̷u̸l̴l̴e̶t̷s̵ ̴w̸o̴n̵'̸t̵ ̵h̶u̵r̶t̸ ̸m̷e̶, ₥ØⱤ₮₳Ⱡ₴”

She laughed in distinctly Dani way, all bright and joyful while also so not like herself, distorted and echoey it mage hairs at the back of his neck stand.

Duke froze when goon fired again and there was no way she dodged it. There was not enough space. She had to get shot. She got shot and he did nothing to stop it. A child got hurt because of him-

He looked at but hadn’t quite seen how Dani knocked out last goon and flew up to him. He heard her voice but words were impossible to understand over rush of blood in his ears. He could tell she was laughing. They should get out. Dani mentioned giggly smell in the air. It had to mean Joker gas. They needed to be out yesterday.

He stumbled a bit, forcing his leg to cooperate, half caring, half dragging girl to the nearest exit point. Fact that he could touch her and didn’t feel any blood was grounding a bit.

“-gnal, Signal are you okay? Your heart is beating weird,” Dani asked, sounding a bit scared for the first time today. Duke’s brain felt too fuzzy to care “Signal, you’re freaking out, calm down, please”

Light assaulted their eyes the moment they were out. Before he got fully used to it, he set girl in front of him and detached her cape. She may have squawked at this action but he didn’t care. She was shot, he needed to check her for injuries.

She got shot, she got shot, she got shot-

“Signal what-” he was clearly freaking her out “Oh. You think I’m hurt. I told you I could handle it. I’m fine. Signal I’m really fine. I have intangibility, bullets can’t hurt me. I’m fine Signal”

Duke wanted to make sure. Adrenaline or simple wish to not worry him could make her ignore something. He couldn’t let her. He made her turn maybe a little to roughly.

He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if she bled out.

She was actually fine.

Relief hit him so strong he crumbled against the wall, his mind finally succumbing to the haze. It was fine. It was all actually fine.

He may have heard some yelling.

Next thing he registered was something tad too warm, almost burning his palms. His gloves did their job of protection well though. There was a herbal smell. Melissa, he registered after a moment. It took him some more time to realize that the source of the smell was in his hands. He had scathingly hot cup of melissa in his hands. He stared at a little bit squashed paper again trying to get used to the light. He didn’t even realize he closed his eyes. Sound of the paper bag made him look up where Dani, still without her cape, crouched few feet away from him.

“You back?” she asked cautiously. Duke wasn’t sure how to answer. He was and he wasn’t. His mouth didn’t work anyway. He shrugged, mindful of the cup in his hands. Blanket, he didn’t even know he was wrapped in, fell from one of his shoulders.

“I don’t know what happened but Jazz likes this tea when she needs to calm down. Though she usually needs to drink it to make it work,” Dani rambled, gesturing widely “You’re still breathing kinda funny, can you slow down? It’s not good for humans to breathe so fast. It doesn’t let good stuff from air get in your blood and travel around your body and it’s not healthy. I know, Jazz told me and she is really smart. She wants to be this doctor who stabs brain back into working. She had this smart word for it… Neurosurgeon, I think it’s this one. She said breathing like that is not good for brain so slow down? In for four, out for four? I don’t know, Signal, just calm down?”

Right, he still was hyperventilating. Duke focused on his lungs, forcing them to expand, trying to match up Dani’s slightly gasping breaths.

He really was freaking her out, wasn’t he?

Melissa was almost lukewarm by the time he was back in his body enough to drink it. It was sweet, a bit too much for his taste.

“You good now?” Dani asked and Duke nodded. He was as good as he could at the moment “Great, I didn’t want to leave you for too long so I don’t have BatBurger. I got cookies though. And I can go get it now”

“Don’t,” he caught her arm and squeezed, not sure why he did it himself.

“Huh?”

“Don’t go anywhere”

“Sure. Wanna cookie? I have chocolate chips and healthy, wheat ones”

“Chocolate”

“Okay” she nodded and fixed blanket on his arms. It was comfy. If Duke was firing on all cylinders, he would wonder where she got it.

“Don’t ever do it again”

“What is it though?”

“Jumping into danger like that”

“Oh, really? It wasn’t that dangerous, they were normal humans”

“They had Joker gas and guns”

“Intangibility means I can ignore bullets Signal, don’t be such worrywart. It’s bad for your health. What’s Joker gas?”

Question and the whole statement felt so surreal that Duke couldn’t help but laugh, choked and hysterical as it was. She didn’t know what Joker gas was. Worrying about her getting shot was bad for his health. He just had a panic attack and was comforted by a ten years old girl with cookies and melissa. What the fuck?

“Hey!” Dani pouted “Don’t laugh like that! Jazz always says that you shouldn’t laugh when someone doesn’t know something, just explain it to them! Signal!” she whined but the damn broke he couldn’t rear his hysteria back in “Alright, I’m Googling it”

She did as Duke’s laughter winded down. He was almost calm when she deemed her research enough.

“Alright, this is some nasty shit”

This sentence startled him into full silence. Dani was ten, swearing wasn’t something she did, like, ever. He must’ve scared her a lot.

“I’m fine though. I didn’t breathe it in. Did you? This laughter sounded a bit worrying to be honest”

“I’m okay, I had gas mask. People sometime laugh to release tension”

“Oh”

“Yeah. But you were in the building with it and didn’t have gas mask”

“I wasn’t breathing”

“You were talking”

“Our fucked up biology, as Danny likes to put it, means that one doesn’t mean another. I just don’t use it often because humans find it uncanny and my throat gets itchy after some time”

Something in Duke wanted to argue more but it was squashed but utter exhaustion that crashed him.

“Alright”

They sat for a long moment.

“Are you ready to patrol now?”

Duke would laugh again if he had any energy left.

“I think we should end for today. I would be useless like that”

“Okay, valid. You go home I’ll fly around a bit”

“No. You’re going home too. I don’t have enough emotional energy to worry about you getting into some mess like this again”

They stared at each other for a long moment before Dani looked away with angry huff.

“Okay. You’re worse than Danny, you know?”

“I don’t care. Go home and stay safe”

“You sure you will be alright if I go now? I can walk or fly you somewhere, not home if you don't want me to but maybe somewhere closer?”

“I’ll be fine. I can call my brother. Just go please”

“Sure. See you tomorrow, Signal. You were really brave today”

“Thank you, Hoopoe” If she answered, he didn’t hear her. He fumbled with his comm to turn it on with still shaky hands. Finally he managed and called a pick up in the form of Jason. It was great to have older brother who always had time like that. Even if it meant a lot of unnecessary questions about what happened Duke wasn’t up to answering it yet and threats of serious violence on his enemies.

Duke couldn't force himself to let go of the orange blanket. It was grounding.

Though Alfred made him hot chocolate with marshmallows. He wouldn’t repeat today for that, but it certainly was nice accent.

*********

"Humouristic" summary of this part

Dani: Yo, there are goons here. Gonna investigate.

Duke: *quietly freaks out*

Random Joker's goons: *do normal goon things*

Dani: *attacks them* HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Duke: Is this what minor heart attack feels like?

Goons: *start shooting*

Duke: Is this what major heart attack feels like?

Dani: Dude, you good? Here, get some tea, cookies and blanket

Dani, few hours later, texting: Hey Signal, remeber to bring back my cape tmrw

Duke, internally: Wait, this is her cape?

Duke, also texting: Wanna better one? Like Spoiler has?

Dani, somehow conveing Ghost Speak via text: Don't you dare

Thank you for reading this <3

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JASON TODD | RED HOOD (generalized canon)

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“Potential” (Jason Todd x Fem!Reader)

| You meet an interesting stranger in the syfy aisle. Oh! And there’s a body between you two.

| SFW, meet-cute shit (TW: Reader is briefly harassed, infidelity mentioned, radical book recommendations)

| Inspo: There’s this part in the Gotham Knights game where Hood’s talking to Harley and she goes “And! And! And! He would've personally taken me back to Blackgate. Like a gentleman.” and his response is “Yeah, we both know I’m not a gentleman.” and that line has me fucked up its delivered so well.

| The pictures used are just for aesthetics and have no contextual meaning to the story. (pic source: Red Hood: Outlaws webtoon)

| 1k+ words

You were in the middle of the bookstore quite happily minding your business when you spotted your ex-boyfriend.

The sigh you let out is from the debts of your soul. You curse your bad luck before ducking down to hide inside the fantasy section; moving through the store on quick feet in hopes of losing him by the syfy books so you could go about your day unscathed. From what you remember the man had a fervent dislike of the prospect of alien sex.

You had no feelings for your ex whatsoever, but he was a dick – a huge one – and you knew from experience that it would only end in an argument if he discovered you here.

Swiftly rounding another corner you almost bump into someone.

“My bad,” you say automatically, looking up.

When you see who it is your eyes squeeze shut, trying to keep your calm, before you open them again when your ex's annoying voice reaches your ears.

"Hey, Y/N! It's been a while, you look great."

"Mhm," you hum, but add louder and with fake lightness, "It has been a while, but I'm in a hurry so..."

You want to turn around and leave, but he completely ignores your words and continues talking.

“You know, it’s funny, I was just thinking about you.” He licks his lips and takes a good long look at your chest. “Maybe it’s a sign. You wanna come over?"

“Mm.” you grunt, pushing past him without caring for his potential response. “That’d be hard to do with my work and all. I’m pretty busy nowadays.”

It’s a statement, there’s no suggestive or sly lilt present in your words, period. You don’t want to give him any false hope or rile him up.

There was a reason you ignored all of his attempts to get back with you. He was the one who cheated, fucking you up for months afterwards. Why he thought he was gonna work his bummy ass back into your life was beyond you.

While passing him he suddenly reaches out, his pale fingers wrap tightly around your wrist. Your book slips from your grasp and hits the ground with a damning thud.

“Look, I’m down. Yes or no? I hate when you play around like this.”

There it was again, you’re not surprised by the sudden change of attitude. He’d always been like that, friendly and happy as long as everyone did what he wanted, aggressive and rude when not. Two sided asshole.

“Let go,” you keep your voice even to not draw any attention, ignoring the urge to immediately cuss him out.

The grip on your wrist tightens, his eyes flashing with rage, and you contemplate swinging on him then running before your leg makes up your mind for you.

On instinct you were already twisting to get free, but as he tried to manhandle you he opened himself up. You take the shot without thinking, your knee coming up in a blur.

The man makes a low pained sound and slowly drops to the floor. You’re about to rush to the front, pay for your shit, and quietly make your leave - you did not want to be here when he got up - when a startled laugh reaches your ears. Your gaze snaps towards a fairly tall dark haired man.

So much for leaving quietly.

The newest addition to your section must sense your trepidation because when you fleetingly meet one another’s eyes he raises his hands.

“I’m not here to snitch,” he juts his chin out to indicate the other end of the aisle. “Was just walking through.”

“Yeah,” you nod, licking your lips. Your hand absentmindedly wraps around your wrist, rubbing at the phantom touch still present as you contemplate leaving your book behind.

New guy notices that too.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine.” You glance at a smattering of neon colored paper backs, “it’s not like he had much chance to do anything but grab me.”

He doesn’t look like you’ve convinced him you’re fine but doesn’t push. Shrugging, he transitions the book he’d had under his arm to one of his hands and stuffs his free hand in his jacket pocket.

“If you say so-”

Right then is when your ex seems to regain some of his limited wits back.

“You’re a real ugly fucking bitch, Y/n.”

You open your mouth to throw something just as nasty back to him but the new guy beats you to it.

“Hey man, unless you're looking for another kick to the dick I’d watch your mouth around the lady.”

“Ohh,” you draw out dramatically with a tense giggle. His willingness to poke fun at the man on the floor has you feeling positive enough to make a move (though you’re still not exactly sure why he’s striking up a conversation with you).

“What a gentleman,” you bend over to snatch up your temporarily discarded book, bouncing right back to your position away from the new guy afterwards.

“Nah, nothing gentlemanly about me. Just imparting some wisdom.”

“That’s nice of you, but it’ll take way more than a few words to make this dumbass act like he’s got any sense.”

He makes an amused sound and smiles, a mild upturn of his lips. It fits on his face oddly, like he doesn’t do it often, but it makes you want to smile back anyway. He’s relaxed, clearly fit even under the sweats, hoodie and leather jacket, and holding what looks like How I Shed My Skin.

You give him a searching look at that. The book’s entry level College course shit but it was a…start. You’d read it as an unofficial recommendation from one of your professors, but only the once.

You point to where it’s held in his hand. “If you like that you should read Lies My Teachers Told Me. It’s more broad, but a good read.”

He looks down at the book like he forgot it was there, brow raised, before chuckling.

“Oh, this is for one of my sister's classes. She asked if I’d read it with her so she’d have someone she actually likes to discuss it with.” He nods to you, flashes another smile. “I’ll - ah - I’ll be sure to check your book out though.”

“Cool. You come here often enough maybe you can tell me what you think?”

“Yeah. I’d be down for that actually. Thanks.”

New guy nods before tilting his head. He seemingly takes a better look at where your ex’s still curled up with both hands cupping his dick.

He whistles, “I gotta tell ya, I was gonna come in and save the day but you already had it handled. I think those are actual tears.”

“He was pissing me off and I just kind of - um? - reacted,” you shrug.

“You’ve got good aim then, that was a solid blow,” he nudges your ex with his foot causing the man to groan. “I could make him hurt for a bit longer if you want?”

You blink. How very tempting of him to offer.

“A little white on white crime?”

He scoffs, gives you an amused look.

“Why not?”

Your brows raise mildly and a huff of suppressed laughter passes your lips but you ultimately wave him off.

“As nice as that sounds, I'll have to pass.”

“Too bad,” he shrugs. “I’ve had a boring night.”

“Are your nights usually more entertaining than seeing someone get kneed in the balls?”

“Just typical Gotham shit. You know how it is.”

“Yup. You never know what's gonna happen in this damn city,” you flick your hand to accentuate your words and finally let a faint smile slip onto your face. “It’s home though.”

“Yeah, I think so too.”

His eyes are intense, bordering on green, and you can’t look at them for too long as your conversation lulls.

You make an aborted motion towards the front of the store.

“Well I should - you know - get going, but it was nice talking to you. Thanks for the offer from before.”

“Hold on -shit! Sorry, I-” he makes a sound somewhere between a huff and a grunt.

You swivel back to him silently, tiny upturn playing on your lips when he waves his words away.

“Just- Any time,” he steps over your ex. “I’m Jason by the way.”

You raise an eyebrow at the hand he holds out, giving it a cursory inspection - lots of calluses, bruised knuckles - before throwing a little caution to the wind and shaking it.

“Y/n,” you smile at him and his eyes zero in on your mouth immediately. His own peculiar grin comes back from where it’d fallen off in your silence.

“Y/n,” he tests the name, makes it sound reverent. Like it tastes good on his tongue. “I’ll remember that. Next time I see you, you think maybe you could recommend something a little less…’broad’?”

“Hmm,” you tilt your head back, hand still clasped in his warm one, and look him up and down. He had promise and he was definitely good looking. You'd give him that. “If you finish my recommendation then you can for sure read something lighter with me.”

“With you, huh?”

You hum an affirmative.

“Alright I’ll -ah- take you up on that offer,” he lets go, backing up just enough that the heel of his sneaker bares down on your ex’s penis. The wheeze he lets out makes you giggle and Jason loves that if the dorky self satisfied look on his face is anything to go by. “Till next time, Y/n.”

“Goodbye Jason,” you tease before walking off. You’ll see if he makes the cut or if you’ll have to change bookstores.

NOTES: Honorable line mention from the game: when Jason says spatchcock chicken dead serious as if spatchcock is not the most ridiculous sounding word. Anyway, hope you enjoyed!

p.s.: Jason canonically (I believe) can’t flirt so I was trying to find a balance between him being fine when he’s just striking a conversation and fumbling a bit more when he tries to secure a second meeting. Did I succeed? Who’s to say.

I’m not (obviously) going to do anything for Christmas but HAPPY beginning of KWANZAA!! (I’m posting this before the sixth day, but I’d like to think I’ve been practicing the principle of Kuumba with my little writing endeavor on this blog so 🤷🏾‍♀️.)

Anyway, thank y’all for all the follows and likes/reblogs this year, and let’s hope my plans for 2023 don’t fall through!

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Chapter 3! A lot of people were wanting this one! If you haven't read the first chapter, check it out!-

https://at.tumblr.com/poke-me-with-a-stick/well-i-did-it-it-took-me-four-hours-but-here-it/zuvamxpyxtj0

And you can find chapter 2 here!-

https://at.tumblr.com/poke-me-with-a-stick/chapter-two-for-the-story-started-by-this/r29nboa6jg2w

Enjoy!

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Damian wasn't sure what to think. This isn't how he expected his day to go, and that's coming from someone who was quite adept at 'rolling with the punches', as Drake would put it. Days, or nights, tended to vary when it came to the life of a vigilante. And one was not a Robin, let alone the son of Batman, if they weren't able to be flexible. In some cases, quite literally (looking at you, Grayson).

So he started his day as usual, not making any big plans ahead of time incase he was needed, eating breakfast that Alfred provided, keeping his suit with him when he went out to walk Titus. And, lo and behold, he was needed.

Releasing Titus with an order to return home that he knew the dog would follow, he ducked into the nearest store bathroom and changed before rushing to aid his father.

The fight wasn't hard, for a fight against Killer Croc that is. Damian can admit that he was getting a bit cocky. Which was his downfall, as the moment he began to let down his guard, assuming the fight was over, Killer Croc grabbed him by the leg and threw him. Hard.

He thought of many things as he flew through the air. How irresponsible he was to let his guard down, how it went against all of his training with the League, about what he was going to do to get back at that-

It was around this thought when he began to drop. His training kicked in, causing him to flip and angle his feet. He had been to this park before, and knew that there was nothing blocking his way. He would be able to do a perfect roll, then he would be back on his feet and ready to head back to the fight.

Or, at least, there shouldn't have been anything there. But there was. And Damian found himself crashing into a pink- why was the water pink?- birdbath. He was drenched almost immediately, the fountain spraying him as he landed on it, soaking his face and head as he rolled onto the grass.

The liquid seemed to soak into his skin, a sensation that was frighteningly similar to a Lazerus pit, but missing the sense of dread and rage that usually came with the toxic green goo. In its place was a new feeling, one that left him warm, tingly, and light-headed. He groaned as he lay there, struggling to sit up. Why was moving so difficult?

"Are you okay?" A voice called from somewhere above him. He opened his mouth to retort that 'he was perfectly fine, thank you very much, but found his voice gone the moment he looked up. Standing over him, hand outstretched, was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

Fluffy raven black hair and inhumanly bright blue eyes, which stared down at him with genuine concern. There were squirrels clinging to his pants, one poking its head out of his hoodie pocket, and birds perched on the boy's shoulders and head. Sunlight was rare in Gotham, and yet Damian swore that it peeked through the clouds just to give this gorgeous stranger a bright halo.

'He's and angel', Damian couldn't help but think. He continued to stare at the boy, not bothering to answer or get up. He wasn't completely sure his legs would support him if he tried to stand, a fact that should have made him more wary than he was.

His attention was brought back to the boy in front of him when he saw those amazing eyes widen, an expression that was a mix of horrified and mortified crossing his face. "Oh, Ancients," the boy groaned, "it can be applied topically." The teen grabbed his hand and hoisted him to his feet with surprising strength. Straightening, Damian was slightly pleased to find that he was taller. The shorter teen huffed, seemingly looking for something to say. Not giving him much of a chance to answer, Damian brought the teen's hand to his face, gently kissing the bony, pale knuckles. The resulting deep red blush, and squeak the boy made had Damian preening slightly.

As the boy seemed to try and orient himself, a dark figure decended into the clearing just a little ways away from them. He felt a twinge of annoyance as he recognized his father's suit, not wanting the moment he was having to be interrupted just yet.

Luckily, it seemed the teen had the same thought as he did. Well, probably not the same thought, but a solution to the problem he was facing that suited both of them. Damian felt the grip on his hand tightening slightly before they were moving, the boy ducking into the trees, dragging him along, before Batman had the chance to spot them.

Damian happily followed the teen, marveling at the feel of the cold, calloused fingers that occasionally twitched in his hand as they walked. He was content to let this handsome stranger lead him, stride quick and purposeful as he wove through the trees and around bushes.

When they did come to a stop, it was almost half-way across the park from where he originally landed. The boy dropped his hand, much to his disappointment, and began to remove the various wildlife from his person. Damian found himself watching in amusement as he tried- and failed- to remove the birds from his hair, words thst Alfred would never tolerate muttered under his breath as he did his best to avoid their sharp beaks. He did eventually manage to weasel them off, setting them gently on the ground near his feet.

Brushing nonexistent dirt off of himself, the teen glanced at him and the assembled animals before heaving a sigh and pulling not a… gun? At least, Damian thought it was a gun. It looked a bit more high-tech than an average gun, and Damian wondered how the teen had managed to hide something that bulky in his canvas bag. As he began to fiddle with it, he spoke again.

"Okay. As fun as this has been, I should really be going…" He trailed off as he turned away, little beating noises coming from the gun in his hands.

Damian frowned at his words. He was leaving already? "Will you return?" He asked hopefully. He wasn't sure what he would do if the answer was no.

The boy startled at his words, but turned towards him as he answered. Part of Damian was a bit annoyed he didn't look up from his gun. "Ah, no. I don't think I'll ever return to this universe." The boy's words were a bit off-handed, as if he wasn't truly paying much attention to what he was saying. All the while he still refused to look up.

Damian froze at the words. That was not what he had wanted to hear. Not at all. His mind glossed over the 'this universe' part, and instead focused on the part where he said that he didn't think he'd ever return.

While he wasn't the most calm and reasonable person in his family, Damian did have a reputation of being rational most of the time. This was not one of those moments. His body acted before his mind could, pulling his katana free of it's sheath and cutting down in one, smooth arch. The device in the boy's hands fell to the ground in two pieces, leaving the teen to stare at it in shock.

"No." Damian stated afterwards, grabbing the boy's arm and tossing him over his shoulder. "I won't let you." He began sprinting, no real idea of where to go in mind, just the fact that he needed himself and the teen away. Quite quickly the Robin found himself outside of the park and tearing down the streets. The very crowded streets.

People of Gotham were generally used to the weird shit that happened on an almost daily basis, but seeing Robin carrying a teen on his shoulder, away from the park, on the ground, in broad daylight? That definitely garnered him more attention than he wanted at the moment.

"Tt." He sneered at the people who had begun to rummage around their pockets for their phones, pulling his grappling hook out from his belt and swinging up to the rooftops for better stealth. The boy still hadn't reacted to his sudden kidnapping, the only action telling Damian that he was still conscious was when he felt hands grip his cloak tightly, right at his lower back. Despite the highly- effective insulation his suit and cape had, he could still feel those icy fingers through the bunched cloth. It made Damian wonder if he was a meta with some sort of ice power. It was something that could wait, though. Right now, he needed to focus on where he was, and where he could go.

His first thought was to take the boy back to the Batcave, but he quickly dismissed it. While that would be the perfect place to keep him from leaving, and to get some answers, his family was there. And they would have even more questions than he did. No, the Batcave wouldn't do. Maybe one of the safehouses?

He looked around, taking note of where he was and trying to remember if there were any safe houses in this direction. A vague memory of Red Hood showing him a map on his phone surfaced. He nodded to himself and jumped, aiming for the alleyway below. Landing lightly, he peered around the corner, making sure that no one was here, before turning and unlocking the door hidden by a dumpster.

It was only once he was inside that he set the boy down, placing him gently onto the bland brown couch. Seeing his face for the first time since picking him up, Damian expected to see anger or fear. Instead he saw a vague look of shock and confusion. But he wasn't freaking out, not that he could tell at least. Something in him warmed at the fact that he was so calm. A level head was quite admirable.

Turning away from the teen, he headed into the kitchen. Opening the first cabinet, he was meet with dishes. Cheep plates, bowls, cups, and mugs. The next cabinet over had an array of different dry boxed foods, but he was looking for something specific. A pleased hum escaped him as he found a small tin of tea behind a box of crackers.

The motions of making tea soothed away the remaining tension in his body, heating water and steeping the bags, and pouring into mugs. He let out a sigh the scent wafted from the mugs. This wasn't his favorite blend, but it was good for calming nerves, or so Alfred said. Something sweet and slightly tangy. Picking up the two mugs, he made his way back to the teen.

The boy hadn't moved from where he was sat down, resting his head in his hands. He looked up as Damian approached, carefully taking the mug that was offered to him. He glanced at it, but made no move to drink it. Instead the teen seemed to observe him, taking in his vigilante suit, along with any physical features that were visible. Usually such scrutiny would have Damian bristling, moving to take such close attention off of himself, but with him, he found that he didn't mind one bit.

Still… Damian frowned at the boy. "You should drink that." He said, bringing his own mug to his lips and taking a long drink. The boy copied his actions, taking a sip from the mug. He watched the boy blink in surprise at the taste before setting it down on the table. Damian took another long sip from his drink, observing the teen much like he was just observed.

The birds from the park had followed them here, which was very odd. They nibbled and pulled at the boy's hair, pulling out small bits of leaf litter and debri he had picked up on their trek. His clothes consisted of a Nasa hoodie, obviously loved jeans, and a pair of ratty red and white running shoes. Under the dim lamplight of the living room, his skin looked exceedingly pale, almost sickly. And his bright blue eyes seemed to glow, as he purposefully kept his eyes fixed on the tabel.

His eyes weren't the only thing that gave away his nerves, though. His hands bounced along his knees, the only thing making noise in the quiet of the safehouse. It wasn't hard at all to hear the little sigh he let out as he stood. Clearing his throat, he turned towards Damian, but had his body angled towards the door. "Well, as much fun as this has been, I really do need to get going."

Damian stood up as well. "No." He said simply. The boy froze as Damian took his hand.

"N-no?" He repeated. Damian sat him back down, putting himself between the door and the boy.

"No." He repeated firmly. "I don't want you to go."

The boy looked up at him, confused again. "Why not?" He asked. Damian had to stop himself from scoffing.

Instead he turned away taking a moment to reign in these new, strong emotions. When he turned back, his expression was cold. "You said you weren't going to back."

The teen's face stalled, before he groaned. "Of course, the potion." He mumbled quietly. His palm met his forehead with a strong, painful sounding slap. Scowling, Damian grabbed the boy's wrist, pulling it away from his face and into his lap, huffing slightly. A light blush spread across the boy's pale face, turning his cheeks a very attractive shade of pink. He waited for the boy to explain himself, admiring the 'view' he had as he waited.

"Of course!" He suddenly exclaimed, startling Damian as he dove for his bag. He watched carefully as the boy rummaged through his bag. "What are you looking for?" Damian asked warily.

The teen didn't answer him, continuing to dig until he found what he was looking for. With a quiet 'aha!' he pulled a book from the bag, and for a moment Damian could have sworn the boy had fangs. Instead of fear or suspicion though, all Damian felt was intrigue.

But he turned his focus back to the boy's find. He eyed the book with a healthy amount of suspicion. It radiated the same feel as the artifacts that Zatana and Constantine handled. A tingling feeling in the air, something significantly other about it. He didn't trust it, not without knowing what it was. The birds, that were also startled by the teen's sudden movement, settled back on the boy's shoulders and head, one of the Bluejays pulling harshly on a lock of raven hair. The boy didn't seem to register it, but Damian shot a glare at it anyways.

Setting his mug down on the tabel, Damian moved closer to the boy, peering over the teen's shoulder as he began to flip through the pages. None of the writing made since to him, the script shifting constantly in a Latin-like dialect.

He stopped on a page, his finger following along as he, presumably, read the strange shifting script. "Aha! Here it is!" He stated excitedly.

"What is it?" Damian asked. He was beginning to get impatient. He hated being left in the dark. The boy glanced over at him, letting out a small squeak at how close their faces were. Looking back down at the book with a slightly deeper blush than before, the boy cleared his throat and began to explain.

"Back at the park, you landed in a bird fountain filled with pink liquid, remember?" Damian nodded. That was what had happened. "Well, that was a love potion. And I got the potion recipe from this book." He lifted the book as imphasis. "So, I figured that if this was a potions book, then there had to be a potion that would cancel the effects of the potion that's influencing you right now!"

Damian sat back slightly, brows furroing as he thought over this new information. 'It makes sense,' he thought. 'Usually I wouldn't be this…out of control.' He glanced over at the boy, who was looking over what he could only assume was a potions recipe. Just to be sure, he asks what he thinks he already knows. "So you're saying that my actions aren't my own at the moment?"

The boy hummed in acknowledgement, setting the book on the table and turning to look at him. "Ueah. You're under the influence of a love potion right now. You aren't actually in love with me." Damian scowled at that, a protest welling up in his throat, but he remained quiet, letting the boy continue. "And the dose you got dunked in always a pretty big one. So any emotions you feel towards me, your actual emotions or not, are going to feel… amplified for as long as the potion remains in effect."

Damian huffed at the boy's words, but thought them over. While it was true that his emotions were a bit much, from what he usually experienced, he also didn't feel wildly out of control. He found it hard to believe that the emotions he felt were all fake. He wouldn't be so infatuated with someone without it having some sort of founding, potion or not. Yes, maybe some of this interest was artificial, but the thought of all of it being fake didn't seem possible. He was an Ah Ghul. He was taught for most of his life how to handle his emotions, as well as his mental and physical states. An assassin must be in control of themselves all the time, after all.

The silence between the two stretched on, only broken by those birds that had followed them, until Damian spoke again. "I don't believe you." He said, c quite confident in his evaluation of himself. The boy's face dropped, a look of exasperation crossing his lovely features. "While I do believe what you say about the 'love potion', I don't believe that all my feelings are false."

The boy looked at him, confused once again. "What do you mean?" He asked.

"I mean, that I know myself." Damian stated. "While you may be telling me the truth about being 'under the influence', as you put it, I believe that I would know if something was tampering with my emotions."

The boy sighed. "Alright," his expression was carefully blank as he spoke. "Then what now?"

Damian rubbed his hand along his lower jaw. "Now, I will help you." He stated plainly. There was nothing else he could do, aside from keeping the teen locked in a safe house for the foreseeable future. While he wasn't opposed to that idea, it wouldn't be the best. His family would get curious eventually, and it was obvious what the boy thought about the situation as it was now.

"Help me? With what?" The teen asked stupidly.

"With the antidote." Damian responded resisting the urge to roll his eyes. Not that the boy would have been able to see it anyways. "I will help you get whatever you need." The boy's expression lightened. "But," Damian added, "I won't stop trying to convince you that my feelings are real." He counted it as a win when all the teen did was shrug in response.

"Well, if we're going to be working together," the teen looked at him. "What do I call you?." Damian stood up, being careful to keep his body between the teen and the door. He didn't seem to be trying to leave at the moment, but one could never be too sure.

"In costume you can call me Robin," Damian said, his hands lifting towards his face. "But my real name is-" the teen moved suddenly, leaping forwards at a speed that would be impossible for most, and slapped one hand across his mouth, the other batting his hands away from his mask.

"No, don't just reveal you identity to me." The kid spoke, his voice firmer than it had been a few moments prior. "No big reveals until after I get you the antidote. I would rather you be in your right mind if you do that."

Damian huffed, but lowered his hands. He had no doubt that he wanted the teen to know, but…

"Tt." He responded with a scowl. "Fine, if it makes you feel better, my identity will stay secret. For now."

The boy sighed in relief before offering his hand. "It's nice to meet you Robin. I'm Danny." Damian took the boy's -Danny's- hand, giving it a firm shake. Danny smiled at him slightly. When he felt Danny's hand loosen around his, Damian held it tighter, bringing it up to his mouth and planting a kiss on the boy's cold knuckles. He couldn't help but smirk when Danny let out a small, startled noise and yanked his hand back. With a sigh, the boy returned to his book. Damian left him to it, walking back into the kitchen.

If there was one thing he knew, it's that his family wouldn't let him go off and help this stranger without a word. And if he knew his brothers, they would be seeking him out regardless. The best thing he could do was call in. 'Hopefully father will keep them from doing anything rash.'

Turning on his comm piece, Damian winced as his ear filled with static. Hurriedly he pulled the comm out, rubbing his ear as he glared at the small black bud. 'Odd, our equipment almost never breaks.' Puzzled, and a bit annoyed, Damian slipped the bud into one of his utility belt pouches. It didn't matter if the comm was fried, they always kept spares hidden around. Especially in safe houses.

It wasn't hard to find one, pulling out the fake bottom of one of the kitchen drawers. Comm in hand, he went further into the apartment for a bit more privacy.

Turning it on, he tuned it onto the public channel and was immediately greeted with a worried-sounding Oracle. "Robin! Oh, thank God! Are you alright? Where are you?"

"Tt." Damian scoffed. "I can assure you, I am fine." Better than fine, actually. But she didn't need to know the specifics. "I was only checking in. Let the others know that I will be busy for a while." With that, he shut the comm off again, ignoring Oracle's protests. With that done, he returned to the living room.

Danny was sitting on the couch again, mug drained of tea and scribbling on a sheet of paper. He looked up as Damian entered, stretching a bit as he set the pencil down. Damian glanced over the paper. "Is this everything?" He asked.

Danny nodded. "Yeah. That's all the ingredients." He grabbed the book and shoved it back into his bag and stood up. Grabbing their mugs, Damian took them to the kitchen before returning, looking the teen over.

"Are you ready?" He asked, holding out his hand. Danny nodded, takingnhis hand and following Damian out the door. Damian surveyed the alleyway before crouching down. "We'll have to travel by roof, if we want to avoid attracting too much attention." He told the boy. The teen grimaced, but didn't protest as he was lifted onto Damian's back. He weighed very little, a fact that he would have registered before, had he not been in such a panic about Danny leaving forever. It was worrying, how little effort it took to carry him. Sure, he was a Robin, and could lift a lot more than one person if need be, but he could barely feel the teen on his back.

Ignoring that for now (he was definitely going to bring that up later-) he aimed his grapple towards the nearest roof, and they were off.

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"Nothing?" Dick asked Tim, hovering beside the man as he typed away at the Batcomputer. They had, after an hour of persuasion, convinced Bruce to go upstairs for a bit. In his absence, the two, along with occasional input from Oracle, had been working hard to find their missing brother.

"Not even the body cameras!" Tim groaned, his head hitting the desk in front of him with a light thump. "They aren't turned off, but the feed is so messed up that I can't get anything useful!" He pulled up a tab that showed nothing but static and the occasional random shape, the entire thing covered in a blue-green haze. "And his comm is still offline. I can't even track its last location, it just pings off everything!" His head remained on the table, and a small part of Dick was glad about that. He already had one brother missing, he didn't need a second with a head injury.

He opened his mouth to responded, but was cut off suddenly by a frantic Oracle. "Guys! Damian just called me on a backup comm!"

Both batboys straightened and stared at the screen, full business mode. "What did he say?" Dick asked.

"He said that he was okay, and that he was going to be busy for a while." Oracle's frantic typing could be heard over the comm, a testimate to how much she didn't believe the words.

Dick and Tim shared a look. "Did he say anything else?" Tim asked.

"No," the answer was quick but a bit hesitant. Like she wasn't focused fully on the conversation. Knowing her, she probably wasn't. "Dammit!" She cursed suddenly, making both men jump. "I can't even track the backup comm. Unless he has a signal scrambler on him, he shouldn't be able to do that." They shared another glanced this one worried. It usually took quite a bit to make Barbra this frustrated.

Something beeped on the Batcomputer, making both Tim and Barbra snap to attention. "What is that?" Dick asked.

Tim answered him this time. "We set an algorithm to scan through CCTV footage and alert us if it found Damian." He pulled up said footage, showing Damian room hopping with a slightly blurred figure on his back. He dipped in and out of frame for a solid minute before the camera lost track of him.

"Where was that?" Dick asked.

"I'll send you the coordinates." Oracle responded. He nodded, even though she couldn't see it, and made his way to the changing room. Re-emerging a few minutes later, Nightwing headed towards the last place his little brother was seen.

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It was an hour later when Nightwing finally found his missing brother. Crouched on a rooftop, looking at a piece of… paper? He didn't get a good look, because the moment he landed Robin was on his feet, tossing his cape over his back and shoving the paper into one of his belt pouches.

"Baby Bat! We've been so worried!" Dick ignored how his brother was acting, slinging an arm over his shoulders. Or, he tried to. Robin ducked before his arm made contact. Nightwing frowned, but didn't say anything as he eyed his youngest brother with concern.

"Tt." Robin practically snarled at him. Straightening with his signature scowl, he eyed Nightwing with disdain. "What are you doing here, Nightwing?" He demanded, pulling one of his knives free and brandishing it threateningly at the man.

Nightwing raised his hands in a plactating manner. "Easy Robin!" He cautioned the teen. He watched the boy put a bit more distance between them, one hand reaching up to his shoulder. Before he could get a good look at what the teen was reaching for, one of Damian's knives flew past him. Strangely, he didn't see Robin move, but there was no one else here, from what he could see anyways. He ignored it, focusing solely on his brother.

"You gave us all quite a scare, Robin." He sat down on the edge of the roof, letting Robin maintain his distance for now.

Despite the mask, Dick could see Damian's confusion and agitation. "I told Oracle I was fine." He growled, sheathing his knife but not coming any closer.

"You disappear after a fight, no word and no way to track you. Why wouldn't we worry?" Dick raised an eyebrow at the teen.

"Well, you've seen me now. As you can tell, I am fine. Now, I have something I need to do." The teen walked over to the other side of the roof, peering down into the alley below.

"Hold it, Baby Bat." Nightwing jumped to his feet, closing the distance in a few long, paced steps. "You have to come home! You can't just run off without letting anyone know where you are!" He grabbed Robin's shoulder, briefly pausing at how cold and bony it felt, before Damian whipped around, grabbing his arm and twisting.

Releasing Robin's shoulder with a pained noise, he had no chance to block as Damian released his arm and gripped a bit higher. Before he could really register what was happening, Robin had flipped him over the edge of the roof. Acting on instinct, Nightwing reached out and caught the railing of the nearest fire escape.

Quickly, he made his way back up to the roof. But Robin was gone, no trace of him left on the roof. Sighing, Nightwing crouched back down, rubbing his sore shoulder. This wasn't going to be easy, was it?

Standing, he made his way back to the Batcave. Maybe if he got there quickly enough, he could keep the footage of this moment from reaching the group chat.

The buzzing from his pocket told him he was already too late.

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(I know there might be spelling and grammar errors, but I tried my best. That's all that matters!)

I'm thinking of naming this story 'Articficial Wingman', what do you guys think?

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Babies [Jason Todd x Reader]

a/n: based off a song by the band pulp would highly recommend i love it warning for heavily implied sex and Jason being a dumbass teenager who realises what happened after he dies, kind of stalking??, jealousy (turning snakes into the sea turning through sick lullabies), angst

Years ago, Jason Todd was a teenager. A sixteen year old, bright, bold and arrogant.

He could almost picture it, seeing himself through a jaded, rose-tinted glaze of fun, jumping up and down on one of Bruce’s expensive mattresses, or running down the corridors of Gotham Academy to get to lunch. He made many mistakes back then, but never close to the number he had as an adult; but there was one he could never quite forgive himself for.

See, he’d met you. A kid with an insecurity complex --- in fact, he could recall the first day he’d talked to you. He’d found you, hiding inside a locker, and at first he’d thought someone had stuffed you in there, but had been baffled to discover that you’d put yourself in there voluntarily to get away from people. After all, who would look for someone in a locker?

He thought you were strange. He thought you were funny.

The next day, you two were friends. He wanted to take you home.

You grew closer, and closer, till you became two peas in a pod, two youngsters who had no idea what was wrong or right. He could recall, you lived on Stanhope Road, and in the afternoon, he’d come around to your house. And you would both wait, and wait, till your sister came home, a lovely, beautiful girl named Neve. She was two years older than you both, and she also came around with a lot of boys.

Naturally you two were curious. So you sat outside her room, and listened.

T’was an experience. Jason felt utterly scarred, mortified at what he’d heard, but also strangely... excited? He confessed this to you, and you responded in equal concern that you felt the same; so, you did it again, and again, and again. You would sit at the foot of your sister’s door, ears pressed against the wood, and wonder in dazed arousal at the sounds that came out of that place.

And that was alright for a while --- but soon, he wanted more. He wanted to see, as well as hear what happened, so he did something utterly despicable, something so immoral and disgusting that he felt sickened by it thinking about it now. He hid inside her wardrobe, and Neve came home at around four, with some kid called David, from up the road.

And he sat, and he listened, and he saw.

He didn’t dare tell you. He was scared that you would tell Neve, and then you’d go and blab to your mother. Deep down, he knew what he was doing was awful, and he couldn’t bear the thought of you finding out that your best friend was a creep, you knew you’d never speak to him again. He remembered watching you sitting on the floor of your bedroom, whilst he stayed upon the bed, observing as you created a lego plane; so spindly and careful were your fingers, so articulate and purposeful. There was a certain elegance to your movements that he wished he could capture and store in a jar.

You were so special. He wanted to give you children.

It couldn’t have lasted too long. One day, Jason came home from school, and went to your house, as usual; you were stuck in detention, but he’d come round so often that your parents no longer minded him popping by. He’d strayed to your sister’s room, and when he poked his head inside, he was gobsmacked to discover that all of her belongings were gone, packed up --- was she leaving? He couldn’t bear that, his... fantasies couldn’t bear that.

Jason laid down on her soft mattress, and wondered what was going on. Where was she going? Did that mean you had to go too? He couldn’t bear that, he didn’t want to think about a life without her (you). It was almost suffocating, and his miserable mind fell asleep, his hands clenched on her duvet.

He never heard her come in.

When he awoke, he was confused, by a rattling sound from the wardrobe; he swore he’d left the door open? That was odd. He got up slowly, his Robin instincts kicking in, and made his way over to the piece of wobbly furniture --- then, he flung the wooden structure open, half expecting some kind of stalker (like him), to be in there.

Instead, he found Neve.

She smiled at him, with those wonderful lips, and stood up; she towered over him slightly, before placing a soft finger over his mouth, and cooed, “I knew you were in there. Every time.”

He didn’t know what to think.

He didn’t know how it happened.

But Jason and Neve on the bed in the next minute, going at it, hammer and tongs. He was caught in a rapture, utterly electrified by what was happening to him --- he’d spent days, weeks, thinking about this moment. How had it come to this?

How? How? How?

It felt so good! Like he was in heaven itself!

He heard you stop outside the door, when you came home from school, and he thought you’d never possibly conceive what was going on. You paused, briefly, but instead of stopping usually, you went on, in silence.

Thinking of it now, he understood why.

Yet, that was the last time you’d ever hear him, because the next day, he would be dead. It was an amusing, morbid thought, to comprehend that your final moments with him had been listening to him having sex with your older sister.

As Jason stood, atop the Gotham rooftops, in his signature leather jacket, staring down at your figure, his stomach curled in complete regret. Your face was just how he remembered it to be, worn but filled with care, and sat on a bench, hair wispy in the wind. He bitterly thought of that afternoon, thought of your little lego creations, thought of your quiet acceptance of his infatuation with your sibling. Yet, the truth was far from that, and now he recognised it; and he would never forgive himself, never, not as long as he lived.

He’d only went with her because she’d looked like you.

#jason todd #jason todd fic #jason peter todd #jason todd angst #jason todd fluff #jason todd x reader #jason todd centric

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intriq · 7 months

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Letters - Alfred

after the reader's death, in a time after part 1 and before part 2, the batfam receives therapy and as part of their therapy, they write grief letters to you, the reader.

Italics are used to represent smudged words due to tears

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Dear Little Moon,

I hope you’ve been… well. I hope things are doing better for you, certainly much better than they were a few months ago.

Better than how things have been for me, at least.

The others don’t stop by the manor much anymore. Cass sticks to your old bedroom, Duke seems to wander aimlessly, Jason and Steph seem to visit your grave just as much as Tim and Barbara have lately.

But most of all, Bruce is always in his study or in his room, and Dick? He hasn’t come around once since you’ve died. I’ve only overheard he’s been locking himself inside his apartment in Bludhaven.

Everyone thinks he’s punishing himself for your death, and he certainly is. But if anyone should be punished for your death, I’d say it should be me.

I.. I was the one that pulled the trigger, after all. The one that took you away from this world, as dark as Gotham may be.

You always did find a way to be some sort of light for everyone around you, even when you were a child. I always wondered how you could appear so happy all the time despite how often you cried because of your nightmares.

I spend most of my time keeping busy. Cooking meals Bruce won’t eat, cleaning again and again. Sometimes spend a few hours out of my day looking through pictures of you.

I remember how, on your tenth birthday, you wanted to go to the zoo. The one that recently opened in Metropolis, specifically.

You’d even practically begged for Bruce to come with, and I can still remember just how often you’d dragged him around to see all the things you wanted to see. While he may have seemed unamused, he was certainly happy to keep you entertained.

I even remember how long you spent looking for a gift for Bruce’s birthday that year, too. His sixteenth birthday and you wanted to make sure it was a gift he’d really like.

Truly it didn’t quite matter. He would’ve liked anything you got him, even if it was some toy from the store or anything else you quite liked at that age.

I keep most photos the manor has up of you in my room now. Ever since your funeral, ever since your death, no one’s been really able to walk in through the manors front entrance.

When they do, they usually sit there for a few minutes and stare at those photos. Or just shut their eyes and briskly walk past.

Do you remember all the times we’d spend in the manors kitchen when you were younger? How often we’d make something- anything- to make you feel better?

I certainly do.

I remembered how often you’d get at least something everywhere. Whether it was flour, sugar, or even eggs, you always managed to make a mess. But that’s fine, because I could never tire out of cleaning those up with you.

I would give anything, in fact, to have to clean up flour or cake batter off the kitchen floor at some random hour in the night again.

I would give anything to come downstairs to the manors kitchen and see you baking because you were stressed over school or something at work. I would give anything to have to wake you up in the morning because you slept through your alarm.

I’d give anything and everything to be able to talk to you again, my little moon.

But I also wonder if you’d resent me. Do you hate me, for having to kill you? Do you hate me as much as I hate myself? Would you ever be able to forgive me for what I did one day? Or would you tell me that it was okay, that I did what I had to?

I so desperately wish that things could be different. I want them to be. You used to jokingly say we wouldn’t be able to do function as a family without you, and truly? You were right. We can’t function. Much less look each other in the eyes.

The family dinners you used to love so much have been dwindling. Becoming less and less often, with less and less of the others showing up. But I think it’s because they can’t help but stare at your empty seat when they do.

I still sometimes forget you aren’t here for dinner anymore. Still make your favorite dish, set up a plate just for you in your seat, only to be reminded. I think that’s why Bruce doesn’t eat outside of his study now.

Bruce feels like he failed you. Jason, Barbara, and most of all, Dick, too. But if anyone failed you, it was me. I could’ve tried to look for other options before killing you, but I didn’t.

Even though the question of “what could we have even done” is there, I can’t help but think I could have done something different. Something that didn’t have the outcome of me having to watch you, my child, get buried before me.

There are so, so many things I still wish to see. I want to see you grow up more, see you achieve all the things you dreamed. But now I won’t even have that chance. You won’t even have the chance to one day see Damian graduate, which is something I know you were excited to see. Nor will you get to see Cassandra graduate, either.

They’ll probably still have a seat reserved for you anyway. Right in the front row. I’m positive they’ll still mention you in their graduation speech, just as the others did.

I’m sure they will remember you for a long, long time. I know we will all remember you for a long time. You are nowhere near as replaceable as you used to think you were.

It’s a fact that you aren’t replaceable to me, either, my child. My little moon.

-Alfred Pennyworth

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#alfred pennyworth #gender neutral reader #oneshot #gn reader #angst #dc universe #non canon compliant dc universe oneshot #vampire hunters #vampires au #may be non canon compliant dc universe oneshot #batfam #platonic #tw grief #tw grieving #tw sad shit

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queenkaiju · 3 months

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I Can't Be Without

Maribat Febuwhump Challenge

Marinette remembers walking out of the convenience store, ramen in the bag on her shoulder. Then black. It was just supposed to be a quick run to the store for dinner.

When she came to, she felt bindings around her legs, arms and torso, strapping her naked body to hard, cold metal. She screamed her voice hoarse, the sound echoing through the cavernous space. A warehouse if she had to guess. She sat in the darkness, blindfold firmly in place and tears flowing unrelentingly for what felt like days.

Finally, the silence was broken. She'd hoped it was her boyfriend and his family come to rescue her, but no. It was a voice she'd hoped and prayed she'd never have to hear again.

"Oh, princess. Beautiful as ever. Even if you did let that street scum touch you." She couldn't see him, but she felt his hand cupping her cheek. She let out a strangled cry, biting his hand. Hard.

"Shit!" Adrien drew his hand back, cursing under his breath. A moment later, he chuckled, shoving a ball gag in her mouth. "Naughty, naughty, M'lady. You may not see it now, but I'm doing this because I love you."

"Please, don't." She sobs around the gag. She couldn't do anything as the man she once loved smirked at her. A smirk she once associated with victory now promised a world of pain.

She floated in and out of conciousness, not able to do anything but cry as she tried to tune out the horrible sensations.

How long had it been? Days? Weeks? All she knew is that she ran out of tears somewhere along the way. She's dead inside.

Marinette had been missing for three days, and Jason was worried. At first, he'd thought she'd left, but everything she owned was still in their apartment. Her clothes, her laptop… the Miracle Box. When he finally opened it, the kwami had no idea where she was, but they knew who took her. He'd destroyed the apartment that day.

He stormed into the Batcave surprising Bruce and the rest of Jason's replacements. They got over their shock at seeing him alive quickly enough.

"Help her," He begged, on his knees before Batman. "Please, Bruce, help me."

It took two weeks to find footage showing where Adrien took her. He was out the door before Tim finished his sentence.

Lightning cracked behind Jason as he ran over the rooftops of Gotham. He desperately raced, pushing his legs to go faster, farther, ignoring the burn throughout his body.

He could hear the rest of Gotham's vigilantes in his ear, asking him to slow down, wait up. He can't.

His pace didn't falter in the slightest as he crashed through the skylight of the warehouse Marinette was being kept in. His guns were out before he hit the ground. As he took in the sight around him, his vision tinged green. Various racks of weapons, tools and sex toys. A not-quite-human sound escape his throat as he riddled the display with bullet holes.

He heard a soft noise behind him and whipped around. Jason felt his blood run cold as he saw Marinette's broken, bloody and bruised naked body strapped to a metal table. A familiar tall, lanky man was looming over her, a jug of water in hand. Jason stormed forward, grabbed Adrien by his hair, and threw him across the room.

Adrien sat up, blood matting his hair. He coughed and sat up. "Well, well. If it isn't Red Hood. Or should I say, Jason."

At the sound of his name, Marinette started struggling against her restraints. The green haze receeded from his vision, and Jason ran over, pulling the rag off her face. "Jason…" Marinette whimpered. He was about to start undoing the straps when something heavy and blunt hit him on the shoulder.

He slowly turned around, the madness coming back full force. "You…" He growled out, stalking toward the blonde bastard. Jason could see the fear in his eyes, the tremble in his hands as he dropped the plank he'd hit him with. "I'm going to kill you."

He leaned down and grabbed Adrien by the collar. The smell of urine filled the air as he hefted him over his shoulder and slammed him into the ground. Adrien hit the floor with a loud, resounding crack. Jason knelt down and pinned him to the ground by the throat.

The Pit was screaming at him, desperate for blood. Jason punched him. Again and again, each hit earning him a satisfying crunch, and a blood spatter. He finally stopped when Adrien's head was sitting at a very wrong angle, with a dribble of blood leaking from his mouth, mingling with the rest from his forehead.

Adrien was dead. The voices whispering in the back of Jason's mind should be gone, but they're not. He pulled out his gun and shot him. Once. Twice. He emptied the whole clip into the corpse on the floor, blood pooling and staining the tiles underfoot.

With his bloodlust finally sated, Jason turned back to Marinette. Seeing her cleared the fog from his mind and he raced over, panicking. "No, no, no. Marinette? Marinette?!"

He quickly untied her, the rope burns around her wrists and ankles and the rest of the wounds covering her body causing bile to rise in the back of his throat. He took off his jacket and balled it up, pressing it to one of the worse cuts on her side. There's so much blood. Why won't it stop?! "Marinette, love?" He put two fingers on her neck, feeling a faint pulse, getting weaker. "No… no, not like this. We promised! We're not allowed to die! Please!" He sobbed, pulling her to his chest.

"Ja… son…" She whispered, her voice barely audible. "I... love… you…"

"Marinette?" He looked up, seeing her blue eyes start to glaze over. "Marinette?!" He brushed her tangled bangs out of her face. "Mari? Please, don't leave me…" Her chest slowly lowered under his hand and didn't rise again. "Mari?! Marinette!?"

A hand fell on his shoulder, and the only thing stopping him falling into another murderous rage was the rapidly cooling body in arms.

"Jason…" It was Dick. "I'm so sorry."

#I only got 24 of the prompts #but that's fine #febuwhump #adrien agreste #jason todd #marinette dupain cheng #mlb x dc #maribat #batman fanfiction #miraculous fanfic #DCUValentinesDay2024 #hurt no comfort #angst #cw blood #cw waterboarding #cw toxic relationship #cw torture #cw violence #did I make you cry?

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starsofmilos · 2 years

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Pacify (Adrian Chase x witch reader)

Synopsis: The team realized you need Adrian as much as he needs you.

AHHH I just got too excited for the concept of witch reader going berserk thinking Adrian died and I know a lot of you were excited too! So technically no one requested it, but here I am! I hope yall enjoy.

Witch Masterlist

Warnings: cursing, angst, mental break down, sad Adrian, mentions of death, magic, witch craft

“Y/N there are three things you must understand as a member of this family.” Your aunt forced you to sit so you could listen to her.

You had just moved to Gotham with your aunt for the year. The bullying at school was getting bad especially by Gut Chase.

He made fun of you for liking his younger brother.

Your family had been born into a line of witches and your great grandmother had made a deal with a demon forging your families blood with a demon. You were the last one born in your blood line with the demon blood.

Rumors of you being different weren’t anything new to you. You were use to the kids at school picking on you, but as you grew older the towns people started also joining the kids at school. Calling you a witch, throwing things at you and shunning you.

You’re breaking point was when Gut threatened to tell his younger brother how the weird witch liked him. None of them know if you were really a witch, but your family was known for causing one of the worst depressions to ever hit Evergreen.

“Listen closely to me.” Your aunt reprimanded you for zoning out. You nodded sitting up.

“Look I know why you came here at some point all of us had reached your point. You’re tired, but you must not give up. We are fighters here.” You nodded.

“Mankind has always feared what it doesn’t understand. They will laugh at you because you are different. There may never come a day where they don’t,but we are who we are by the path we choose. You don’t ever let anyone dictate that for you. I promise you the future is worth it. It’s worth all the pain and tears you shed..”

You were seventeen when you moved with your aunt for the year. You never did quite understand what she meant. You didn’t understand it when she said the future was worth it.

You loved the bookshop you opened, but no matter what you did everyone still hated you. They shopped at your store, but never really spoke with you. You didn’t understand what your aunt meant until one fateful night as you walked home you saw a foot sticking out from behind your trash can.

There lied a passed out bleeding Vigilante. You took him in and met Adrian once again shortly after and you finally understood what she meant. Adrian was your future and your future was worth it. Nothing else mattered to you so long as Adrian stuck around.

This led you to today. You woke up with feeling sick. Nauseous and shaky. Something was telling you that trouble was on the way. Adrian was in danger.

“I just have a really bad feeling about this mission!” Adrian hugged you trying to reassure you. “I’ll be okay!”

You groaned nuzzling into his neck. “I just worry..You know I do..” Adrian nodded. “i know. I worry about you all the time too.” You smiled as he kissed your forehead.

“I have a bad feeling. You have your tiger’s eye right?” He nodded. “And the crystal?”

“Yes I do.” “You remember if you’re ever in serious serious trouble-” “Break the crystal and it will notify you.” You kissed him. “Please be safe..” Adrian grinned as he felt you tighten your hold. He’s never really had someone care this much about his well being before.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to go?-” “No we got it. It’s a really simple mission.”

It was suppose to be a simple mission.

You felt it the very next night. Adrian wasn’t back. He said he’d be back by now. He never lied and was never late. Is he okay?

Why isn’t he calling or messaging at least? He knows how much you worry. Adrian knew to send some sign if he was going to be late, so why wasn’t he?

You tapped your foot impatiently waiting for the door to open or at least for your phone buzz. Neither happened. You sat there all night.

Midnight came, then one, two, three, the next thing you know it was seven in the morning. You were running on zero sleep.

You didn’t want to call in case they were in the middle of the mission. What if your phone call gave them away?

Jumping, you looked seeing Adebayo’s contact name pop up. “Hello!” You answered quickly.

“Y/N hey it’s me Leota?”

“Yeah I know. Is everything okay? Where’s Adrian?” You stood up frantically pacing.

“Um the team didn’t want to tell you in case you worried, but I know if this was my wife I’d want to know...” You stopped hearing her words.

“Leota...where’s Adrian?...” You shook a bit.

“It was a harder mission then we thought-”

“Leota where the fuck is he?” You snapped taking a shaky breath. Your entire body was filled with dread and anger.

“We’re gonna get him back. I promise.” You hung up grabbing your bag. They were gonna hear it from you personally.

Using your magic you pushed the door open barging in looking around. Emilia and John jumped seeing you. “No..” You gasped a bit seeing the helmet in Chris’s hands.

“What happened?” You bit out angrily as Leota walked in. “Y/N calm down let us explain-” Emilia raised her arms. “No screw you. None of you had the balls to call me, so don’t tell me to calm down. Where is Adrian?!”

Chris flinched hearing your voice crack. They all stood silent. “Where is he? Please..tell me..he’s not dea-”

“We don’t know.” Chris spoke up looking up at you. “We can’t give you an answer because we don’t know..” Your legs went wobbly.

“This mission was harder than we thought. I should’ve had you come with us Y/N. I’m sorry..We were all trying to retreat and we lost him. We barely made it back ourselves...we heard him yell for help. They took him...”

“You didn’t try to get him back?!” Adebayo looked away. “There was nothing else we could’ve done-”

“Bull shit! There was so much more you could’ve done. Did any of you even try to fight for him or save him?!”

You looked around seeing all of the sadly look down. “I can’t believe it..None of you tried to go to him..”

“It’s not that we didn’t want too. We had to regroup. Adrian knows this-” You shook your head cutting off Emilia.

“No! No! You all left him! You left him! None of you want to admit it! The sad thing is that..Adrian still would’ve probably fought to get each one of you back! He would’ve risked his life for everyone here! None of you wanted to look for him or try to fight for him?!”

Hot tears fell down your eyes as the room shook and lights flickered. “Y/N calm down-” Leota called out for you.

“You’re all cowards?! All of you should be ashamed! None of you wanted to call me either because you knew I’d blame you! Because it is all of your faults! All of you have treated Adrian like shit-”

“No we don’t-” Chris tried to defend himself and everyone, but was cut off by one of the lights breaking.

“No you do! You’re all always cutting him off! Most of you find him annoying. None of you care enough to actually make sure he isn’t hurt after all the missions! Do any of you have any idea how many times I’ve had to heal him because he brushes off his injuries?! He says his don’t matter and for me to check on all of you! I know the stories from the beginning like how you let him get tortured!”

You glared at Chris. “All of you always brush him off and none of you genuinely care about his opinion! But I never thought you’d all go so far as to leave him behind..I never thought you’d all leave him..You’re all the people he holds close to him..He doesn’t like to admit, but you all mean so much to him..why couldn’t he mean the same to you? His life matters too!” You sobbed out a bit.

Emilia shook a bit teary eyed. “I promise we’re gonna try to find him.” The room stopped shaking, but the lights kept flickering. “I can’t make any promises he’s alive, but we’ll try to find him.” She promised you as you wiped your face.

“You better. All of you better, because he would do the same for all of you. He looks up to each one of you so much and..Adrian is all I have left..Please..” You clutched your chest feeling it tighten. Without another word, you left.

John sighed staring at the helmet. “I’m gonna start trying to find his phone. Emilia start making a plan with Leota. Chris get the weapons ready.” They all nodded.

You were right. They had always been harsh on Adrian, but he still would’ve risked everything to get them back.

You walked down the streets trying to remain still. Everything felt out of place. Nothing felt okay. When you were younger, you had promised yourself to never fall in love. Most of the people in your life never stood for long..

You never thought you’d lose Adrian so fast though. He’s not dead he can’t be..He promised he’d make it home. He always kept his promise.

“Okay I think I found his phone.” John called out as Chris loaded the van. “We’ll head to there first and see were we could go from there.” Emilia called out as Leota stared at a photo of the whole team. Adrian never was taken seriously by any of them..he really did care for them too...

They all sat in the van. No music. No talking. All of them were concentrated and going over how maybe they had been a bit harsh on Adrian. Why didn’t they fight harder to get him back?

You sat in your living room trying to use whatever magic you had to find Adrian. He wasn’t anywhere you could see.

The team had stared in shock finding the crystal you had given Adrian and his tiger’s eye. He never left anywhere without them.

“Guys..I think this means-”John spoke up. “No it doesn’t mean shit!” Chris snapped out. “Vig is tough okay? He has to be around here somewhere and maybe-”

“Guys..” Emilia called out pointing ahead. There was blood covering the floor. A lot of blood. “Fuck..” Chris cursed as he fell down feeling tears rise. Adrian more than likely was dead.

Only he wasn’t.

Adrian had managed to escape the people they had been going after barely. He had accidentally dropped his things while hiding. His leg had been stabbed. He lost a lot of blood, but was alive.

The team looked at each other nodding. “One of us has to tell Y/N..” Emilia kicked the tree cursing. “FUCK!” Leota grabbed her phone. “I’ll call her.”

“Don’t this isn’t something you tell someone over the phone.” John grabbed Adrian’s things. “We all have to talk to her..” He told everyone getting in the van.

You frantically paced the room. Your magic couldn’t find him. You couldn’t find him. Where the hell is Adrian?

A knock on the door interrupted your thoughts. You raced swinging it open seeing John and everyone else. “Guys..where is he?”You looked behind him before noticing something in John’s arms.

You shook seeing the crystal and tiger’s eye. “There was a lot of blood-” “No..” You mumbled out. “No no no!”

“I’m sorry Y/N.” Emilia whispered out to you. “NO!” You fell straight to the floor screaming and crying. “No!!” Chris looked away hearing your cries. The lights in your room all broke as you cried. Leota tried to reach out for you, but you stopped her.

“Don’t touch me!” You snapped out shaking. “Please...all of you leave..” “Y/N-” John tried to speak, but they were all caught off by you. You used your magic pushing them all out.

Two days passed, the team grew worried not hearing a word from you. You had been in the same position since the day they left. Crying in despair on your floor.

This wasn’t right. Adrian was supposed to be with you. He promised. He fucking promised. He said nothing would happen! All that despair was starting to disappear and one thing stood behind.

Sadness.

Adrian was gone. That means you needed to learn to go on without him. There would be no more surprises by him. No more late night cuddles and baking. You were struggling to keep your cool.

Adrian usually helped calmed you in times like these. That single thought broke you.

He would never hold you or tell you he loves you again. A crash downstairs made you jump. You walked down the stairs seeing a group of men destroying your shop once more.

“Looks like the witch finally came down here!” One of them laughed as he used a bat to break a shelf. You stood there with a blank stare on your face.

You tilted your head as they continued trashing your store. “Stop.” You weakly called out. Everything you had been holding in was on the verge of spilling out. You were unstable any minute you were bound to lose it.

“Look she’s alone! That’s not surprising the witch is all alone!!” They laughed beginning to shove you. You fell the floor as they began kicking you.

Adrian. Adrian..

His name kept ringing through your head. These men who were hurting you and destroying your things once again didn’t know the trouble they just put themselves into.

They were just like the terrible people who killed Adrian. They didn’t deserve to live. No one did.

You screamed out releasing an energy blast sending them all flying. Standing up, you turned glaring at them angrily. “Monsters!! You’re all monsters!! You beat down the innocent and take away anything that is dear!!”

“You all took him away!! You took him away!!”They looked in fear as your hands glowed black eyes red.

John looked in confusion getting an alert on his computer. It was from the police. An evacuation alert. A supposed tornado was hitting town. “Guys!”

You threw aside anything that got near you not wanting to hurt anyone. You sobbed in pain from the hits you had taken earlier. Adrian wasn’t here. You were trying to rein it in.

Dead. Dead. Dead.

“STOP!!” You screamed out gripping your hair as voices rang out in your head. “Y/N!” You heard Emilia call out.

“Y/N!! Can you hear me?!!” You shook letting everything out. Your eyes glowed red as you cried. She managed to make it to you reaching out. “Calm down! You’re destroying everything!”

“Harcourt I’m giving you ten seconds to get away! I can’t control it!” “Please calm down! We know it hurts Adrian is gone-”

“Shut up!!! You have no idea how I fucking feel!! You didn’t care for him the way I did!! He was all I fucking had!! You all left him!! You left him!!” You cried out. “Please I don’t want to hurt anyone...Please leave Emilia..Get everyone away from here..”

“I can’t do that. Adrian wouldn’t want us to leave you! You’re in pain! We all deal with pain differently-”

“I am not in pain.”

“Y/N-”

Your sadness started turning into anger. “I am mourning and I am angry! I am so tired of being seen as a monster! They destroyed my shop again! They hurt me again! The one person I loved is gone! I have nothing left Emilia!”

“You have us-”

“No I don’t! I know I don’t!!”

“Y/N we care for you!” You heard Chris yell out approaching.

“We care for you because Adrian did so please-”

“Get out of here Chris! All of you just leave!! Don’t make me have to force you..I can’t control anything!”

They grew scared of you. Your eyes widened seeing Emilia reach for her gun. Your magic was influencing them making them more scared then they should be.

You screeched out using your magic to push them away. “Get away from me!!” You stood up beginning to walk away. “I’m done..I’m tired of trying to be the good person. The world just takes and takes..I have nothing left for you or the world to take.” You left without another word leaving Chris and Emilia laying in shock.

You had gone a rampage destroying anyone who crossed your path as you walked away. This was your true power. The blood of a demon and witch. You casted a spell to stop the team from following you.

You were done hiding your true self. The town was scared seeing the heavy storm outside. They all knew it was secretly you.

‘The witch was angry!’ You had heard someone yell out as you walked far away. Somewhere were you could be alone. The woods.

Adrian had weakly made it back to town heading for the record shop. John patched up Emilia. She had cut her head when you sent her flying. “This is our fault..” Leota sighed as she patched up Chris.

Chris nodded in agreement. “She was right. I was kinda’ve an asshole to Vig.”

“Woah so you admit to being an asshole.” They all looked in shock as Adrian smiled a bit. “Surprise..” He passed out on the floor. They all raced to him helping him up.

“Holy shit..” John whispered in amazement.

Adrian awoke later patched up smiling as everyone stared down in amazement.

“Don’t tell me you all thought I died..Takes a lot more than some randoms kidnapping me.” He coughed a bit as Emilia began patching him up. “We need to get you to Y/N fast.” She began to catch him up.

“Woah...she’s really not there huh?” She nodded. “She’s sad Adrian and she’s quite literally lost it.”

Adrian nodded trying to get up. “She needs me-” “Woah dude she’s not thinking straight. She quite literally fucked up our shit who’s to say she won’t hurt you-” Chris pushed him back down stopping as Adrian pushed his arm away from him.

“I know my girlfriend. She won’t hurt me. She could never hurt anyone who doesn’t deserve it by choice. She’s just scared and hurt. I can calm her..Please guys help me get to her.”

You sat by yourself in the woods letting the dark magic destroy the trees and keeping everything else away from you. You cried as you held yourself. You were truly alone. Your aunt was right and wrong.

Mankind fears what it doesn’t understand, but the future was not worth it. You just wanted this pain to go away. Everyone was lucky you left town. You were on the verge of destroying everything around you.

You wanted too. You wanted this time to plan your revenge. You planned on finding the people who killed Adrian and going back to the town that had shunned you.You decided to meditate to help you find the people and to also escape for a bit.

You tilted your head hearing footsteps approach you. Someone was brave enough to come near you. You didn’t want to fight this person. They’d leave eventually. Your magic would push them away eventually..

Only it didn’t.

You tilted your head in confusion. Sighing you raised your hand pushing the person approaching away. They fought back. Adrian groaned a bit trying to get into the bubble you had basically wrapped yourself in.

His wounds throbbed as Chris tried to pull him back. “It’s no use dude! We can’t get in!”

“Y/N!!” Adrian yelled out for you.

You shook your head. He wasn’t really here. They were trying to stop you. Adrian forced his way inside smiling when he saw you. You raised your hands yelping as you were tackled down.

Adrian had stumbled his way to you basically falling on you. “Hi..” He mumbled out into your shoulder enveloping you in a hug. You landed softly on the ground looking at him in shock.

Your bubble fell. The storm had stopped. Everything fell silent all at once. You gripped him tightly gasping for air. Your chest was tight as your actions came back to you. You hurt your friends and hurt people. The town would’ve been probably wiped out had Adrian not gotten here.

Fresh tears welled up in your eyes as Adrian pulled back frowning when he saw the bruises on your arms and peeking a bit under your shirt.

“Who the fuck did this to you?!” He asked angrily looking at Chris.”Who the fuck attacked her?!” He snapped out as you pinched yourself making sure this was real.

It stung.

“Dude none of us hurt her! She was like that when we got to her!” Adrian glared before turning back to see you staring at him in shock trying to breathe. “You okay? The bruises don’t hurt right? I promise I will fucking kill who ever did this to you-” Adrian made a surprise noise as you jumped on him crying into him.

You didn’t really understand it, but you just were happy he was right here. Adrian clutched you tightly fisting his hand into your hair. “I got you..Y/N..Calm down now..” At his proclamation you cried harder.

Adrian sighed as you sobbed into his chest. “Calm down please.” He asked you with a small laugh as you gripped him tighter. “I hate you!” You dug your hands into his back.

“I know you do..I broke my promise.” You nodded. “Please don’t leave me..” He shook his head. “I won’t leave you.” “I’m sorry-”

“You have nothing to apologize for. I probably would’ve done worse if it was you who went missing Y/N and then I thought you died. You had a normal reaction. I will admit though it was kinda funny when the team told me you were on a rampage. I thought really? You usually are pretty good keeping your cool-”

“Because you’re here Adrian! I’m calm whenever you’re here.” You cut him off pulling away. “You’re hurt!” You gasped immediately helping him up. “We gotta get to my place! I have the herbal cream I make to heal your wounds!”

Adrian shook his head hugging you again. “I’m fine-” “No you are not! You’re bleeding! I don’t want you hurt Adrian! I don’t want to lose you and and-”

“Okay okay calm down..We’ll go okay?” You sniffled a bit. Adrian smiled a bit. He knew he probably shouldn’t feel this happy, but you really loved him. “Come on..”

Once at your house, Adrian grunted seeing the way your store was trashed. “Did the people who did this hurt you?” You nodded helping him upstairs with everyone else.

“I swear to god I will fucking kill them. I will find them and-” “I pushed them away. They’re not dead, but they are hurt.”

Adrian shook his head. “I would’ve fucking killed them. I still plan on killing them.” You sat him down grabbing your first aid kit and medicinal herbs. You sniffled as you cleaned him up applying the cream.

“You should be okay by tomorrow..” You mumbled out. The team sighed in relief. “I’m sorry everyone..I was angry and upset-”

“No you were right Y/N. It wouldn’t kill us to be nicer to Vig.” You looked down as Emilia reassuringly smiled at you. “We’re just happy you’re back.” You nodded not wanting to admit that this whole experience changed you a bit.

The fear of losing Adrian was worser than it was before. It became clear to you that you needed Adrian. Probably more than he needed you. He could soothe you in ways no one else can. “Alright we’ll give you guys some privacy.” Leota had everyone go downstairs to see what they can salvage from your shop.

Adrian leaned onto you. “Fuck me I was so fucking worried.” He grasped your face kissing you.

“When they told me what happened, I was so fucking worried. I missed you so fucking much. I was so worried when they said someone came in here and trashed your shop. I-I can’t lose you.”

Adrian kept kissing you not letting you go. You nodded quietly hugging him back. “Adrian I’m sorry..”

He chuckled, “No it’s okay..This is not good to mention but knowing you kinda lost control at just the thought of me dead gives me quite the ego boost.” You shoved him away standing up to put away your things. Adrian grabbed your hand pulling you back to him.

“Come on don’t be mad.” You sighed as he held you. “You need rest Adrian-” “So do you.” He snapped back. “Look..I know you’re upset with yourself but don’t be-”

“I lost control. I lost full control..I almost killed our friends and almost killed the town-” “But you didn’t.” “You stopped me in time..what if you hadn’t been there?”

You shook a bit in fear. “What if you actually died?” Adrian gripped you as you whimpered crying a bit. “I really can’t lose you Adrian! I really can’t!” You cried as he kissed your cheeks.

“Look I didn’t die though. You’re not gonna lose me. I’m tougher than you think dummy. Come on you’re supposed to be the smart one.” He chuckled kissing your forehead.

“I love you so much Y/N. I know even if something did happen you would’ve stopped yourself, but nothing like that is ever going to happen okay?” You nodded.

“Please don’t leave..” “I won’t..” “I don’t scare you now right-” “You don’t scare me at all.”

“I love you too..” Adrian grinned holding you tightly. “Come on pretty witch. Let’s get some rest together.” You nodded having Adrian lead you to your bedroom. Adrian shook his head seeing the bruises on you once more.

“I will fucking murder them for hurting you.” He clenched his fist tightly. “It’s okay they don’t hurt-” “No I know they do. I’m sorry I wasn’t here to protect you.”

“I could protect myself.”

“I know you can, but they attacked you when you were vulnerable.” “They chose the wrong day to try to wreck my shop.” Adrian nodded. “And they’re not done fucking regretting going after your shop. I mean it. No one hurts you while I’m around and gets away with it.”

Adrian pulled you into him laying with you. “Okay...now sleep please.” You nodded kissing Adrian before closing your eyes. “Thank you Adrian..” Adrian smiled. He knew if the roles had been reversed...he probably would’ve reacted worse than you did.

He didn’t want to think about that though as you slept next to him. So long as he was around nothing would hurt you. The team knew this for a fact as well. You needed Adrian and Adrian needed you.

#adrian chase #fanfiction #adrian chase x reader #adrian chase x you #vigilante fanfiction #vigilante peacemaker #vigilante x reader #fanfic #peacemaker #adrian chase peacemaker #witch reader

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ali-annals · 7 months

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from all the memories stored in my heart

Pairing: Timari

Rating: G

WC: 1.3k

A/N: Choose Your Own Ending Timari angst for @/the-coffee-fandom. "Don't forget who you belong to" was the prompt.

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Tim blinked slowly, then jolted awake, used to going from 0 to 60 when he fell asleep working on a case.

The last thing he remembered wasn’t a case, though, it was-

“Marinette!” he called, looking around the cave…when had they moved from Marinette’s atelier to this spot?

Detective brain now fully engaged (though he would like some coffee or maybe a Monster), he scanned his surroundings carefully.

The cave appeared to have been carved out of a cliff, and they weren’t in Kansas anymore (okay, Paris). It appeared that they were now much further east, likely around the mountain range the League of Assassins was in.

This wasn’t nearly as dramatic as the League’s usual Bat-nappings were, and the tapestries were too brightly coloured to be the League’s black and green, and the symbols embedded in them were like nothing he’d seen before, except for one place…Marinette’s sewing box, the one she never let him touch, even when he was closer to it than her and could hand her whatever sewing implement she needed.

What had his lovely innocent girlfriend been hiding from him?

The door in the wall opened and the woman in question stumbled in, looking the most frazzled he’d ever seen her (which was saying a lot, considering how busy she’d been during Fashion Week a couple months ago). The person who’d pushed her in muttered something like “your final grace” and looked kind of like a Tibetan monk, but definitely was not.

She smoothed her clothes, which were tattered and…were those scorch marks? And took a deep breath before approaching him.

“Tim, I am so, so sorry for this. I thought I had more time-I was so close to figuring out a way–” She broke herself off and leaned her hands heavily on his shoulders.

“I never wanted it to be like this, Tim. I only have a minute to say goodbye–”

“Mari, what is going on?” Tim put his hands on her shoulders to ground her. “Breathe, and tell me.”

She shook her head, loose hairs swinging limply. “I really loved you, and I am so sorry you were mixed up in all of this. I’m going to forget you now, and it’s up to you to choose if you want to forget me as well. It would be better if you did.” She choked back a sob and covered her mouth with her hand, turning away to face the monk(?) who had returned.

“Is there really no other way?”

“Don’t forget who you belong to, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. You chose this life when you took up the Order’s markings.”

They escorted her firmly out the door, Marinette casting a long glance back at him. “I’m sorry. I promise it was real.”

Tim muttered an excuse and sidestepped the woman standing outside the boutique, barely lifting his eyes from his phone as he typed a rough draft of a contract that needed to go out later.

“Excuse me.”

He rolled his eyes and turned around, prepared to give his secretary’s number or some cash after someone recognized him as Tim Drake-Wayne.

Tim paused, struck by the blue eyes and light freckles on the woman’s face. “May I help you?”

The woman paused, smiling a little self-consciously. “I’m sorry for bothering you, but…do you know me? You seem quite familiar, though I’m not sure why.”

He shook his head. “No, I don’t, I’m sorry. I’ve been told I have one of those faces,” he grinned.

Her face fell a little. “Alright, thank you. Have a lucky day!” she turned and headed in the opposite direction.

Tim continued his path, finishing his draft and sending it off to his secretary to clean up. A strange interaction to be sure, but he’d had weirder–this was Gotham, after all.

Alternate Ending:

Marinette quickly strode away, brushing the tears that fell away. “Of course he doesn’t remember you, he chose to get his memories wiped. Why would he want to remember a lying, secretive, fake girlfriend he knew for a year, anyways?”

She looked back once again, catching the last sight of his back as he turned the corner, busily typing away. “I’m sorry. I promise it was real.”

Alternate Alternate Ending:

Tim glanced back at Marinette and found her staring at him. “I’m sorry. I promise it was real,” she mouthed.

He startled. Those were the last words she had said to him before she erased her memories of anything not Order-related.

When the monk returned, he had given him a worn envelope, his name scrawled on it in Marinette’s font.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng requested I give this to you as her final goodbye.”

“What are you doing to her?” he asked, straining against what seemed to be magic bonds.

“What she signed up for when she took our Order’s oath. Her memories of anything not related to the Order, of which you are included, will be erased.

“As her final wish, she requested that we give you the choice to erase your memories or keep them, and to give you her letter.”

“I’d like to keep my memories, thanks.”

The bonds dissolved with a snap and he stretched eagerly, wondering if he could make a break for it and rescue Mari.

The monk left the room before he could make up his mind, and a glowing purple portal appeared in front of him.

He probably shouldn't step into said glowing [purple portal, but since when had he acted rationally?

Tim stepped into the flowing purple portal and appeared back in Marinette’s atelier.

Once he flew home (he should really look into those glowing purple portals), he sat on the edge of his bed and looked at the letter.

Finally, he opened it and started reading.

“Dear Tim,

If you’re reading this, it means I failed. I had to give up my memories. I’m sorry.

If you’re reading this, it also means you chose not to erase your memories of me. Why? Why did you choose not to forget me?

I suppose I owe you an explanation. I am part of the Order of Guardians, a group of magic users in charge of the Miraculous. I hope you remember what I told you about Ladybug and Chat Noir so I don’t have to re-explain everything.

I was Ladybug, and I became the Guardian of the Miraculous. Once Hawkmoth was defeated, the Order, which had mostly died out over the years, approached me and I agreed to stay Guardian. The kwami didn't need more upheaval after the past years of fighting Hawkmoth, and the newly-recovered ones needed time with the others out and about to recover from their trauma.

I was sworn in as the official Guardian and was given a grace period of five years to live my life before I joined in rejuvenating the Order and erased my memories of anything not-Order-related.

I chose to erase my memories when I was sworn in but requested the grace period to explore the world and see if life was worth not being Guardian with no Hawkmoth around.

Everything was fine until I met you, and then I started searching for a way to extend the time or undo that vow altogether. It appears I have run out of time, and I am sorry that we never got to fully explore our relationship with no secrets or deadlines between us.

I think we could have taken over the world;)

I wish you good luck with your life.

All my love, Marinette.”

Tim sighed and flopped on his back, resting his arm over his eyes.

Ah, Marinette. That explained a lot.

Good luck, Marinette.

Now he headed back to the woman on the sidewalk. “Are you sure you don’t know me? Why did you just say those words?”

She stared up at him wonderingly. “You remember?”

He smiled grimly. “Yes. The question is, why do you remember?”

#timari #DCxMLB #ali writes

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thebisexualdogdad · 2 years

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HCs Son of Wickoff dating WFA Dick Grayson and introducing him to his family?

● your mom's weren't exactly thrilled when you decided to move to Gotham after graduating from brakebills

● Julia "Y/N why would you want to move somewhere so dangerous?"

● "because being a magician here in New York isn't dangerous?"

● Kady "he's got a point"

● you met Dick a few weeks after your move

● well actually you met Nightwing

● you had a run in with killer moth where Nightwing thought you were a civilian needing saving

● he was quite impressed by your magic when he joined the fight to find you had already saved yourself

● "so you're one of those vigilantes I keep hearing about huh?"

● "you must be new to Gotham, typically people run when they see killer moth"

● "trust me this guy was nothing compared to some of the things I've seen"

● "why don't I take you out for a bite to eat and you tell me about this magic stuff"

● it wasn't too long after that you were calling your moms to tell them you had a boyfriend

● and they immediately planned a trip for you to bring him home to meet them

● "I hope you don't have plans this weekend"

● "nope why?"

● "my moms want to meet you"

● "well I would ask isn't it too soon but considering you met Bruce and my family before we even started dating it's only fair"

● Dick wasn't nervous at all, you warned him your mom Kady could be quite intimidating but his response was "she can't possibly be scarier than Damian"

● but he was wrong

● as with all your past partners Kady was the parent who interrogated them upon first meeting to make sure they were good enough for you

● and this time she also had Margo helping her after your mom's surprised you with all your aunts and uncles joining the party

● Kady "so Dick, if that even is your real name-"

● Dick "actually my real name is Richard"

● Margo "ha so you have a fake identity!"

● Julia "you guys do know Dick is a very common nickname for Richard right?"

● you sighing in the background "why did I agree to this"

● Eliot keeps offering Dick wine to take the edge off

● "thanks but I don't drink"

● "by the end of this dinner you just might start"

● Fen of course brings out all her swords not realizing it appears as if she's threatening him

● "don't be nervous she shows off her weapons to everyone, she once got kicked out of a grocery store for using one to cut open a bunch of coconuts to 'find the best one'"

● Quentin is your saving grace, keeping your family from going too crazy and scaring him off

● "so Dick, what's your family like"

● "I wouldn't even know where to start"

● you "actually, Dick and his family are vigilantes"

● Penny "woah like Batman?"

● you and Dick both smile

● Todd "wait you know Batman?? "

● "yeah that would be my dad Bruce"

● Todd "I have his autograph"

● Penny "Todd I keep telling you that's not a real autograph you got it from a guy selling them out of his car"

● Todd "im telling you Penny its real"

● Dick "I hate to break it to you sir but Batman doesn't sign autographs"

● Todd "wait what?? I paid two hundred bucks for that??"

● Alice "so which one are you?"

● "Nightwing"

● Kady "hm, you know people talk about your ass online a lot?"

● "Mom!!"

● "what? They do!"

#wayne family adventures imagine #the magicians imagine #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x reader #julia wicker x kady orloff diaz x reader #crossover #x male reader #headcanons

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themurderofcrowscollective · 1 year

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Stephanie and Bruce interactions for ya!

As stated in my last reblog, I got something for yall! The best times had between just Bruce and Stephanie Wayne! 1. Karaoke Night - Bruce and Stephanie first bonded really well over karaoke, with Steph convincing her new dad to sing a few songs with her. Little did she know, he is a great singer. They both sang their hearts out to a lot of songs and had a great time, letting Steph see a whole new side to him. Sure, the patrol nights are fun but it's the little moments that are worth it. 2. First time shopping together - I like to imagine Stephanie being used to never going out for shopping trips and she has a bit of a bad habit of feeling bad for asking for things, so when Bruce said he was going to go to the store, she just said 'okay, i'll be here' but little did she know, he offered to take her. You could imagine the shock and dazzlement on Steph's face, and when they went to go shop, Bruce even let her buy quite a few things that she uses still to this day. Especially good clothes and makeup. Everytime now, when Bruce takes Steph to the store, they have a good time together. 3. Water fights - I like to also think that Gotham gets *really* hot during the summers so what's every Gothamite's favorite past time activity? Water fights, like fire hydrants burst open for kids to play in (thanks to the villains, mostly Cobblepot's goons who drive into the hydrants cause damn the heat), families spraying each other with water guns or just chilling in a cold pool. The water fights at Wayne Manor are intense though, it's every person for themselves but alliances are allowed. That being said, Steph, Bruce, Duke and Damian make up a great team. The first water fight had Steph a bit cautious but Bruce invited her to be part of his team, and that's how Steph kicked ass with Bruce, armed with super soakers. 4. Snowball fights - It was actually on a patrol night during winter. Steph and Bruce were perched on a rooftop, watching over Gotham but she had a brilliant idea to pack a nicely round snowball and pelt him with it. She thought she was gonna get in trouble but her punishment was another snowball! The two started a snowball fight with each other and also accidentally pelted Commissioner Gordon with one when they arrived on the rooftop of the GCPD. It was really funny because Bruce tried to be serious but Steph hit the bullseye on Gordon's face, and it was very funny all around. I might make another post later but yeh!

#batdad #bruce wayne #stephanie brown #batfam

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jadeslashes · 2 years

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sit down beside me , jonathan crane x f!reader

chapter one — patience

warnings , none in particular, please check masterlist for overall content warnings.

﹒masterlist﹒

jonathan crane was what many doctors in arkham asylum wanted to be; unreadable, incredulously intelligent, and focused. and that's all that he ever seemed to be. y/n l/n had never been made aware of his interest in her, not with the disguise of his constant disinterested, flat expression.

with a steady pace, she developed familiarity to jonathan. passing her in the asylum's halls, catching glances in the employee break room, and incidental meetings became routine, all became semi-calculated parts of his schedule.

alongside every academic paper he'd ever read or written, every psychology book he'd studied, every formula he remembered, she dwelled in his mind, wrapped firm around his cortex.

it was a steady trip down a hill that'd brought him to the depths of infatuation. jonathan didn't like the term infatuation, didn't think it suited him. that particular bundle of feelings had never struck him before, he didn't know what to do with it.

it started as a slow walk, a delicate stroll on which he noticed how ardent she was with her work, her meticulousness, focus, and confident intelligence. and imperceptibly, for only a few seconds in passing, the way the threads of her well put together demeanor seemed to come undone under his gaze.

it wasn't admiration for her, or in the very least hadn't started out that way. she'd been a mild interest of his. until his pace worked up to a jog, the downgrade of the slope he was on undoubtably bringing him to a sprint too fast for him to've realized it before he was headed for the depths at the bottom.

every thought-going to the break room to make coffee, skimming through patient files, even sitting at home in his living room watching television to unwind in the evenings-had become laced with a toxin more intense than any that he'd ever created himself; utter obsession.

locked deep behind his clinical and detached appearance, he kept it contained to the beating of his heart which increased whenever she came into his view. seeing her and having brief, almost always work related, interactions only barely graced the surface of what he ached for. but his sensibility pushed out thoughts of doing anything more.

it was inevitable that eventually seeing her every day would come to an end, as all things did. employees came and went at arkham asylum, nothing new. people had been unceremoniously fired or quit regularly, it was hardly anything to draw attention to.

but the lack of warning, no announcement to make him aware of the apple of his eye suddenly dropping from his view, brought him to the depths.

to y/n, jonathan was nothing more than a prior colleague, only barely knew him on a first name basis and for his work. but to jonathan, saying that he knew y/n on a first name basis would be the understatement of a lifetime.

in his time working with her, he'd come to know more about her than most would think possible to know considering that the two weren't friends.

jonathan was intimately familiar with her date of birth, address, names of family members (not that there were many to know - the only notable ones being an absent mother and deceased father), and habits. and, armed with this information, it was not difficult to pinpoint her recent whereabouts.

a bookstore in downtown gotham. quite a change of pace from where she'd worked before. and she was certainly overqualified for a job as simple and mundane as shelving, scanning and talking to customers. but knowing why she'd made this sudden, almost drastic change was not his goal.

the small building, sandwiched between others like it, had large front windows which allowed the comforting light from inside pour out onto the sidewalk, giving the store welcoming glow in the evening's gray light.

past the 'we're open, come on in!' sign hanging in one of the windows, y/n's figure sat, distorted by raindrops sticking to the glass, behind the wooden front desk where he'd seen her talk with many a customer as she bagged their books and put their money into the register.

each time that he'd been there before, in front of the store, all he'd ever done was stand and watch. though this evening, as he'd planned, he had his hand on the door handle, stepping into the thick warmth of the bookstore's main room, heated as though with a roaring fire blazed somewhere deeper in the building, comforting.

scheduled, calculated, a quarter til' closing time. no other bookstore patrons in sight.

at the tinkling of the bell that hung over the door, y/n's gaze was taken from the paperback in her palms.

the familiarity was palpable in her expression, a look from her that gave him that funny feeling in his chest. that's how he wanted her to look at him, this is how it should be.

"doctor crane? what are you doing here?" her voice was an invitation to come closer, to make conversation.

it was a valid question. a bookstore like this was where people living out boring office jobs, going through school, or any other dull livelihoods, came to find escape and entertainment. the books here were not up to his standards, not worth his time.

but y/n didn't need to know that. if she did, his cover would be blown.

what was she doing here? someone like her, smart enough to work alongside him at arkham asylum, could have found something much more fulfilling to do for a living with ease.

and though jonathan did not think that either of them belonged there, they seemed to fit in the setting. tall, dark wooden bookshelves matched in hue with his clothes. y/n's hands fit with the curve of the paperback perfectly, and her body fit with contentment well in the seat behind the counter.

"found myself in the area," he said, easing into the conversation with a cushy lie, which y/n seamlessly believed, "what are you doing here? i haven't seen you."

another valid question.

she shifted in the wooden chair, creaking beneath her as she bookmarked her spot and placed the closed book down.

even in something as simple as closing a book, she was graceful.

"i quit from arkham," she said, not mincing words. it didn't seem as though she wanted to get into it, but she offered him some explanation anyway; "it just isn't where i wanted to be."

"you're missed, i'm sure," he said. a disguised compliment, something he didn't give out often. "you did great work."

she was missed-greatly-by him. but, of course, she couldn't know that.

"i appreciate that, doctor crane." the smile on her lips that she was clearly attempting to keep repressed, was exactly what he wanted to see. "how are things going back there, anyway?"

it brimmed in him, just not enough to spill over, how much he wanted with her. the closeness he craved, to talk to her about more than work, to feel her curve perfectly into him when he embraced her - what a mess.

to have that, he needed patience.

the visit was short but comfortable, and he needed more. as much patience as he could have-needed to have-he didn't want to wait. but with self-control, he left the bookstore and y/n without giving a hint of how deep in the depths he was.

#jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow x reader

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