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chronicbatfictioner · 4 years

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Exchanges and Compromises - Chapter 13

"Grayson? Are you awake?" the tiny little voice was unmistakably scared. The Court has trained Dick more than enough to recognize fear in a human being, and complimented on his natural ability to read people. If asked, he would say that children would be the easiest to read.

Except for Damian.

According to Jason, Damian has been trained by his mother and grandfather, and a plethora of trainers, to eventually take the mantle of the Demon Head from Ra's Al Ghul. His trainers, including Jason, have joked that it might take a while; because Ra's was believed to be an immortal. He has the magic fountain of youth called the Lazarus Pit that could even revive the dead and has been using it in the past 300+ years. Or so the lore said.

Behind Damian's back, Jason has also told them that both Ra's and Talia were decapitated and their heads were missing. The Lazarus Pit might be able to revive the dead, except it required the important organs of the body to be intact; e.g. head, heart, lungs, etc. Dick reckoned that the heads were removed exactly to prevent the use of the Lazarus Pit.

"You need something, buddy?" Dick replied.

"Not at the moment, thank you," Damian replied, taking a seat next to Dick's station next to the door. "I can't sleep." he admitted.

"Nervous for tomorrow?"

Tomorrow they were going to the Wayne Manor, through a convoluted route that Tim has come up in order to avoid detection by anyone who might want Damian to a. not meet his father or b. kill him to take full control of the League of Assassin. Yeah, neither scenario appealed to Dick, but the little voice in his head said that scenario b might be preferable than scenario a.

Dick never understood men who denied their children of their presence. He remembered his dad, a poor circus performer, who would even give small shows for kids who couldn't afford to watch the aerials - walking on his hands, random somersaults, teaching them how to somersault. He remembered Tim's crestfallen face when he couldn't go and watch Dick perform that day - albeit it turned out to be a little more beneficial for Tim in the long run. He remembered his dad telling him that "whatever little things you show those kids now would make them feel that they are loved and cared for, even if they don't have money. And they'll remember you forever."

"I do not understand nervousness," Damian replied plaintively.

"No, but your brain is giving you signals that make you anxious, you know? Like, you're wondering what's gonna happen tomorrow, and a thousand of scenarios would run to your head. That's... the chemical imbalance is called 'nervousness', I think." Dick explained. Jason has also warned him that Damian hated being treated like a child. Jason has been the only person other than his mother or grandfather who was 'allowed' to discipline him and tell him 'no'.

Still, adult body language and attitude notwithstanding, Dick could see and recognize the child Damian still was.

"Soo... when I couldn't sleep, my mother used to read to me. I mean, obviously I could read on my own by then. But there's just something... I dunno, maybe my subconsciousness just calmed down at the thought that she was there with me. Whatever would happen tomorrow, she would be there, too, to proverbially catch me when I fall, you know?

"I know it's... hard, that... you know that your mother is gone and all. But the thing is - like Tim has told Jason, whatever will happen tomorrow with your biological father, you'll still have a home with us." Dick said, eyeing Damian sideways to check if he was offended or not.

"I have a home with the League of Assassins," Damian stated haughtily. "Jason has informed me that there is a difference between underlings and friends. I gather what you are saying is that I shall have you as friends - as contemporaries - rather than an underling, as you all seem to revere to this Oracle person."

"See, Oracle is not really our... supervisor. Oracle is a really good friend who believes that we all could be good and showed us how. I..." Dick hesitated as he was about to say 'she' to designate Oracle. "When Bane killed off the Court of Owls and almost all of the Talons, I was lost. But then I remembered this person. Through the years of my training, this person had somehow remained in my memory. And the first time we've met was literally a few hours before it turned to be the worst day of my life, the day when my parents' were murdered. Before that, I was playing outside, performing tricks for the kids who couldn't get in the aerial shows. Oracle was there and told me that I was a 'good person' after I was done. I don't know how or why, but it stuck with me.

"I am a Talon, I am trained to kill those who hurt Gotham City. I have done so many despicable things that... I dunno, common people might simply see me as... as a vile person. A criminal psychopath. But not Oracle. Oracle and Tim opened their doors, asked me to join them to help them make Gotham better for the common people. Because they believed I'm a good man. I've been here for barely three months, and I'm enjoying myself. Sure, the fights were harder and viler than when I was Talon - especially since the criminals now seemed to have superpowers and no longer fear the sight of a Talon. But I do it because I know they count on me to make it work. And because I know that whatever will happen, I'm not alone. I won't be hiding in a nest somewhere alone, tending to my own wounds. I won't have to wonder where I'll get my next meal from, or if I'll have a warm place to hide in..."

Dick was really just rambling because it has been a long time since anyone would listen without judging or being wary of what his intentions were. But then he felt a weight on his side and looked. Damian was leaning on him, eyes closed. He twitched a little when Dick quieted down.

So Dick continued, "It's been a while... a good long while since anybody listened to me and not take my opinion as being counted. As a Talon, I was to do as told. The 'how' would be the only thing in my discretion. The who, where, and when, were all decided. The 'why' should never be asked. Here, my opinion counts - except on wearables. I don't know why.

"Therefore, Damian. Oracle is not the 'leader' of us. I'd rather see Oracle as our pillar of support. I know a lot of the Oracle to consider... them--"

"Her," Jason's voice suddenly corrected him. "We know she's a female, Dick. Don't worry. We're not interested in figuring out who she is, yet." he smirked. "Subliminal marketing, much?"

Dick chuckled. "More like a bedtime story for the real-life assassin-slash-heir youngster," he replied. "How long have you known?"

"Pretty much the first fifteen minutes after her projection showed up. Her reactions of yours and Tim's antics were kind of like--" Jason paused and swallowed. "Talia's when we did the same..."

"You cared for her," Dick concluded.

"She took me off the streets and give me a home and purpose. So yeah, I cared." Jason replied. "So how did Oracle became your personal muse?"

"She has... uhh... distinctive features that caught my eyes then, I guess. Can you imagine that? I was like, ten years old." Dick grinned. "Puberty pre-kicking, I guess. But I'd picked the right person, I think. Most of the Talons forgot who they were after the training. I still remember that I'm Dick Grayson, son of John and Mary; once one of the best family of aerialists in the world." he said. "Was it anything like that in the League's training? Do they want you to forget who you were?"

Jason snorted. "No, if anything, they want you to remember and remember how bad it could get if you're not there."

"Was it that bad for you?"

Jason shrugged. "I'd probably end up as a hooker by the end of that week if Talia didn't get me outta Crime Alley." he replied. "that, or dead, or jailed. Whichever got to me first."

"Oookay..." Dick looked at Damian, who was fast asleep. "Think he'll wake up if I move him?"

"Naah, I'll move him." Jason offered and picked up Damian easily. Damian stirred a little but settled his head on Jason's shoulder. "Thanks. I got the feeling that if this daddy stuff doesn't work out, he'll be adopting you," he added.

Dick snorted a soft laugh. "Yeah right..."

But regardless, he did spend the rest of the night wondering if Bruce Wayne would rise to the occasion, or sink to his playboy reputation. Even the Court never bothered to pay him much attention, largely due to his larger-than-life obnoxiousness. He wondered if Damian would indeed be better remaining there, at the Birds of Prey's lair.

His last thought before succumbing to sleep was, at least there's Jason, who seemed to be the voice of reason for Damian...

#Dick Grayson #Talon!Dick #Damian Al-Ghul #Jason Todd #RedGhost!Jason #Tim Drake #Batless!AU #Oracle #Talia Al-Ghul #JayTim

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thefandomsnotebook · 5 years

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Nothing Left to Lose (Part 3)

Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 4,276 (Wow this is longer than I intended)

Requested: Yes, by my lovely sister.

I’m expanding on this in the coming weeks but feel free to leave me a request x

Part 1, Part 2

Masterlist

Warnings: Not really? A little angst and Civil War Spoilers. Also, I did mess with the timeline of Civil War just slightly, nothing that’s really major. I just made it a little longer than it actually was for the purposes of this.

Hello again! Bet ya thought I had forgotten about this didn’t you?

You sighed running your hands through your hair feeling very much overwhelmed by the chaos that would no doubt be surrounding you by the end of the night.

What was supposed to be a small school, function had now moved to the auditorium to fix the ever-growing capacity of people that had begun to pile in once the doors were open. Not only were there parents of other students who were presenting their own inventions but the press was everywhere you looked, not doing their best to keep quiet. You had been moved backstage to wait for your turn to keep from causing a riot in the audience.

“Nervous?” Peter asked coming up next to you.

You glanced at him for a moment as you stood in the wing watching one of your classmates present to a disinterested press who were getting their cameras ready and a group of uncomfortable parents who were completely unaware that this small event was turning into a complete media circus.

“No, of course not,” You said quietly folding your arms over your chest looking back on stage taking a deep breath, nervous was an understatement.

“You don’t have to lie you know, you’re an awful liar.” Peter smiled at you.

You rolled your eyes and smirked looking back at him “That so, Parker?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah totally, your body language becomes more closed off and you get more sarcastic to try and play it off, but it does not work.” Peter rambled.

“Hmm, so do you spend all your free time watching me?” You asked, catching him off guard completely.

“N-no, Y-y/n. I don’t, I-I mean,” Peter said stumbling over his words. “Not a-all my time.” He said turning red.

“I’m kidding, I didn’t think you’d break that easy, Pete,” You laughed making him turn even redder in embarrassment.

He chuckled awkwardly running his hands through his hair, “L-look I just- I-I’ve really liked you for a while now,” Peter admitted. “I-I don’t want to come off as c-creepy or anything, I just- wow.” He laughed.

“I’m not good at this. I’m sorry.” He apologized.

Now it was your turn to blush, you looked down at your shoes as a smile crept onto your face slowly as he spoke.

“You like me?” You asked him timidly, looking back at him.

“Y-yeah, I-I mean, isn’t it obvious?” He whispered.

“I may be smart, but I’m not always the most observant,” You told him softly.

Peter smiled to you, “D-do you like me?” He asked hesitantly.

“Well yeah, isn’t it obvious?” You said playfully, smiling at him.

Peter smiled and nodded, “You know I’m not that observant either,” He joked.

“Well, I guess those spidey senses aren’t so good after all, ” You said smiling.

“Guess not,” Peter laughed. “ I would ask you to go out sometime but-“ He started.

“But you already did that.” You finished.

Peter smiled and nodded, “Guess we did things out of order,” He laughed.

“But the outcomes the same so it turned out great,” You told him, still smiling.

“Y-Yeah it did,” Peter said still blushing.

“And now, Miss Y/n Stark.” You and Peter both heard snapping you out of the bubble you and Peter were so engrossed in just moments before.

You took a deep breath and shook your hands trying to get rid of your nerves. “You’re going to be amazing,” Peter smiled nudging you gently.

“Well, if not it will be plastered everywhere by morning,” You muttered. “Alright here goes nothing.” You said going to walk out on stage.

“You’re going to be amazing,” Peter called as you walked out and took the microphone from your teacher as he exited the stage.

You smiled looking back at him for a moment before looking out into the audience as Ned pushed your robot out on to the stage.

“Hi,” You smiled as you listened to the sounds of cameras going off all over the audience.

“I would like to be able to stand here and tell you all that I’ve been working on this for months now and from the moment I started preparing for this moment I had this in mind,” You said gesturing to your robot.

“I know my Dad is going to be mad at me for sharing this tiny little fact but I am going to do it anyway. The truth is I came up with this robot on accident.” You started.

Just as you went to finish your sentence your wrist buzzed urgently and began blinking bright red you stared at it for a short moment and turned it off quickly before continuing on.

“You see I came into this with the full intention of working with magnets and while I was tampering with the molecular compound of them I discovered how to do this,” You stated as you picked up your remote and flipped the switch and hit a button like you had done a hours earlier and watched as the textbook started floating causing gasps and whispers to erupt throughout the auditorium. Your watch lit up again and continued buzzing to which you just went to turn it off again before continuing on.

“So how is this revolutionary? My grandfather, Howard Stark had electro-magnetic cars and my dad uses Repulser technology in all the IronMan suits. This is relatively the same thing right?” You asked the audience when once again your wrist began buzzing urgently.

“That’s not entirely correct in this particular case because once I separated the molecular compound and began studying the interactions between the matter itself. This is where the electromagnetic fields that Howard Stark is known for using ties into modern day Quantum Theory.” You explained further deciding to just continue on ignoring it completely.

“Now, in similar terms. I am essentially tampering with the indivisible parcels, “Quanta” “You said to the audience.

“I have found a way to bridge that gap between the little matter and the larger structures that make up our universe,” You went on, as your watch continued to buzz violently.

“By doing that I am altering our reality, a small portion of it but some of it nonetheless.” You said as you moved to the other side of your robot to try and hide your blinking watch from the audience.

You frowned slightly for a moment catching the words “EMERGENCY” before you hesitated for a moment as your heartbeat picked up at the sight of it. Finally, you turned your attention back to the audience to continue your speech.

“So after I figured that out, instead of using magnets I switched to a circuit board wherein all honesty I just tampered with it pretty blindly until I started getting the results I wanted.” You said to the crowd. You glanced down at your watch once again as it continued to vibrate this time the words. “MARK 46 DOWN” immediately a sinking feeling fell over you like a tarp, something was wrong why was Dad’s suit down? You knew you were only meant to get alerts when it was a dire situation.

You cleared your throat and refocused on the audience. It was at this moment you remembered that there were cameras going off every second. You took a deep breath and looked back at your robot as your mind went through hundreds of possible explanations as to why you were getting an alert that one of the Ironman’s suits was down, not just any of them the one that your dad must have left in.

“Because it’s powered by a circuit board and not electromagnets which is what you may have thought this plate here was. It’s actually powered by a circuit board up here,” You stated, by now you couldn’t even hear your own voice as you spoke. It was very evident that your dad was severely hurt or the IronMan suit was anyway.

“Um, the arm-“ You said looking at your watch again “Is modeled after one of my Dad’s own inventions in his lab.” You said as your watch buzzed as a distress signal appeared once again.

“I’m hoping he won’t mind me borrowing it,” You joked forcefully as you looked back into the sea of flashing lights before you. You could see Peter in the wing watching you frowning slightly. You had a feeling he could hear the buzzing coming from your watch as well.

“Everything else is my own design though. And now by figuring out that what’s needed to manipulate the gravitational pull in our own space-time continuum this is just the beginning of what’s going to be a new era of technology.” You smiled brightly trying to figure out what your next course of action was going to be once you finally got done with this never ending presentation. You felt like you had been on stage for hours.

“I hope you are all ready to join me in this expedition as I bring just as my family has done before you all time and time again, into a new age of Stark technology.” You finished smiling and holding your arms out as you bowed. It was a habit you had picked up from your dad after watching him onstage for your whole life.

You watched as the press went wild and they spewed a million questions at you. You just waved and exited the stage in the same direction you came on you smile dropping as soon as you were out of sight and you finally were able to see the distress signal entirely now.

“You were amazing,” You heard Peter say as he walked alongside you.

“What’s happening? The buzzing is coming from you right?” He asked.

You nodded “It’s a distress signal one of the IronMan suits is damaged badly,” You said as you checked the coordinates of where your dad currently was.

“Siberia,” You said softly

“Siberia?” Peter asked.

“That’s where my dad is,” You said taking a deep breath as you clicked around on your watch trying to find the stats for Mark 46.

“There’s no way that suits going to make it here on its own.” You adding glancing up at him.

“I’ve gotta go,” You told him before you headed for the stage door.

“Hey, Y/n wait up,” Peter said to you as he followed. “Let me help, what are you doing?” He asked.

“I’m going to Siberia to rescue my dad,” You told him as you stopped at your locker and opened it quickly grabbing your bag.

“Woah, you aren’t going to Siberia by yourself,” Peter said trying to keep up with you.

“Well someone’s got too,” You said looking at your watch again waiting for it load your dad's vitals.

“You can’t just go to Siberia, shouldn’t you tell someone?” He asked seriously.

“I could, but I don’t have time for that.” You said to him as you pushed open the school doors and walked into the cool evening air.

“Or you could get hurt, seriously hurt. You don’t know what you’re going into.” Peter said to you.

“My dad’s in danger, Peter you can’t expect me to just leave him stranded. He needs another suit and probably medical attention.” You said turning back to look at him as you walked down the sidewalk.

“Stop for a second,” Peter said grabbing your hand as you walked. “Let's think about this for a moment.”

“I don’t have time to think about it. You of all people should understand that” You said seriously.

Peter sighed running a hand through his hair before shaking his head. “Well, I’m coming with you then,”

“Then you better keep up!” You nodded before you started walking again.

“Do you have any sort of plan?” He asked catching up with you moments later as you pulled up your dad's vitals that had just finished downloading.

“I need to get to the lab,” You said as you scanned over everything.

“What’s that?” Peter asked as you walked.

“My dad's vitals. He’s bruised up but thankfully the suits took most of the damage,” You explained before you went into your contacts and calling Pepper.

Pepper picked up on her end a few moments later. “Y/n? Everything alright?” She asked as she answered.

“Code red,” You told her. “Dad’s in Siberia his suits taken a lot of damage and I don’t think it’s in good enough condition to make it back,” You explained quickly.

“Where in Siberia do you know?” She asked the panic in her voice was radiating through the phone.

“One of the old Hydra facilities according to my coordinates. I had F.R.I.D.A.Y send me his vitals and location,” You explained as you turn the corner and tried to get a cab deciding that the subway would take up more time than you had.

“I’m heading to the lab right now to get another suit sent to him, but what if he needs immediate medical attention?” You asked her.

“I can make a few calls and get someone sent out there if you’re handling the suit.” She told you.

“Okay, sounds good. Thank you, Pepper.” You said as you continued to hail for a cab.

“Keep me updated and let me know as soon as the suit is sent. I’ll be over later okay? Oh and send me his coordinates as well.” Pepper asked

“I will,” You promised her. “Talk to you soon.” You said before you both said your goodbyes and hung up as a cab pulled up to the curb.

Peter opened the cab door and let you get in first before he slid in next to you.

“You don’t have too you know, come along.” You told him. “I know May will probably be looking for you.” You said to him.

“I’ll call her on the way and tell her we have a last minute project or something and I’ll be late.” He said taking his phone out.

“Right good cover, Parker,” You laughed before you gave the cab driver your address.

“What it’s technically a project… of sorts,” He joked “Project Stark.” He finished.

You rolled your eyes but nodded reluctantly before giving the cab driver your address before you continued to pull up stats on your watch.

“Your presentation did amazing by the way,” Peter said after a few moments “You’re such a natural up there. It’s like you were born to be doing that.” He finished.

You smiled looking back at him as you paused what you were looking at.

“Thanks, Pete.” You told him gently. “It means a lot, really.” You told him.

“You just radiate this energy. You can captivate a whole room of people at the drop of a hat,” He continued on, making you flush a light shade of pink.

“I guess it’s part of that Stark energy, “You said lightly as you spoke.

“No,” Peter said shaking his head “That’s all you” He added looking over at you seriously.

“Your Dad is really proud of you. Just because he can’t always be here when you want him to be doesn’t mean that he is any less proud of you. I wish you could have heard him when I was coming back from Berlin, he is so proud to have you as his daughter.” He told you.

“Yeah well, I said some pretty nasty things to him this morning,” You said after a moment as you looked out the cab window.

“I was angry and being selfish about the whole thing. I took it out on him and now he’s hurt.” You said after a moment.

“He’s going to be fine, I’m sure he knows you didn’t mean it,” Peter said quietly.

“I did mean it though,” You said quietly as you watched to make sure that the cab driver was going the right direction.

“At least I think I did or maybe I was just mad.” You added glancing at your watch.

“You were just upset,” Peter said after a moment as the cab pulled up in front of your building.

“I had heard that you guys had a house in Malibu,” Peter said looking up at the building.

“I stay at the Malibu Mansion in the summer,” You said as you paid the cab driver and got out of the car.

“I wanted to stay in the city because I got into Midtown.” You told him as you got your keys out of your pocket.

“So my dad stays with me here as often as he can so I’m not alone,” You explained as you guys walking into your building and to the elevator.

“How are we going to get to your dad’s lab?” He asked.

“He has a smaller one here with suits in case of an emergency.” You told him as you got into the elevator and pressed your floor number.

“He got paranoid a few years ago and now makes sure I have access to some in case he ever isn’t here and I need them for whatever reason. I’m going to send him one of those because he keeps them updated for me.” You said getting your keys out as you exited the elevator and headed to your front door.

“Wow,” Peter said quietly as you both walked into your apartment.

“Thanks,” You laughed lightly putting your bag down.

“Come on, you can see the lab,” You said taking his hand as you pulled him through your living room and down the hall into one of the rooms.

“This is insane,” Peter said in shock as he walked into the spacious room that was previously a large bedroom but was now covered in not only five different Iron Man suits but all the technology you could ever need.

“This is just a very modified version of what we have in Malibu. It’s only got what we absolutely need. It’s more my lab to play around in than my Dad’s.” You smiled as you signed into one of the computers.

“He figured after I got into Midtown I was in need of a space of my own so this is it,” you said gesturing around the room.

“It’s nothing too crazy.” You shrugged glancing up at Peter who was at a loss for words as he walked around to look at the suits. He paused looking down at a table that was currently scattered with papers.

“This is your web fluid work,” He said picking up a few of the papers covered in equations.

“Yeah that’s some of the earlier ones,” You told him and then pulled up a few of the 3-D files you had on your hard drive to display what you had been tampering with and put them on one of the screens.

“This is what I’ve been using to help create it. I’ve been using the videos of you on youtube.” You told him before going back to getting ready to send out a suit. You imported the coordinates that F.R.I.D.A.Y. has given you earlier and prepped the suit for taking off.

You grabbed your phone and called Pepper a moment later.

“Alright were taking off in 80 seconds,” You said once she answered the phone again. You hit a few buttons on your keyboard and then went to open up a hatch for it to take off though.

“How’s the quinjet coming?” You asked her.

“It won’t be far behind, I’ve alerted the embassy what’s happening so we’re all clear.” She explained.

“Are you doing okay?” Pepper asked after a moment.

“I’ll feel better once I know he’s got help on the way,” You said quietly.

“He’s going to be fine, this is your Dad we’re talking about. I don’t want you to freak out.” Pepper said gently.

“I’m coming to stay with you tonight so you aren’t alone. Will you be okay until I get there?” She asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I brought Peter home with me so he’ll keep me company until you get here.” You explained to her looking over at Peter as he continued to watch in awe as the suit flew out.

“Peter?” Pepper said after a moment. “The spider kid?” She asked.

You laughed lightly as you continued to watch Peter who was lit up like a five-year-old on Christmas. “Yes, the spider kid. He’s a friend of mine.” You told her.

“You know I don’t know why I am surprised. How you and your Dad do this is going to forever be a mystery to me but I’m just glad you won’t be alone.” She told you.

“Me too, I’ll see you soon okay? Thank you so much again.” You told her.

“Of course, keep me updated I’ll be over in an hour or two,” Pepper said on the other end of the phone. You told her you would before hanging up the phone and looking back at Peter who was now looking at you.

“I can’t believe this is your house,” He told you. “Just like I can’t believe you’ve been recreating my web-fluid by a handful of youtube videos.” He said to you.

“I like a challenge” You smiled to him.

“Thank you again, Peter. You didn’t have to come with me today.” You said as you stood outside your building.

“You don’t have to keep thanking me I’m just glad you and your dad are okay.” He told you seriously.

“I really appreciate it though,” You said to him.

“Anytime you need me I’ll be there,” Peter said looking back at you.

It was then you noticed how close he was standing to you and you blushed and looked down at your feet smiling to yourself.

Peter pulled you into hug a second later and you wrapped your arms around his torso. “I’m serious, Y/n. Whenever you need no matter what time of day it is I’ll be there.” Peter told you as he held you close.

“Thanks, Pete,” You whispered looking back up at him.

Peter smiled timidly before he placed his hand on your cheek. “I-I just really care about you.” He whispered.

You nodded and could feel your cheeks heat up at the sight of him. “I care about you too, Peter.” You whispered back to him.

There was a pause as he nodded and then looked at away from you. “I-if you don’t want me too. I-I won’t but-” He said stumbling over his words.

“I- I just don’t know if this moment will come again a-and I know we keep doing things out of order but-” He fumbled before you cut him off and reached up and kissed him lightly surprising not only Peter but yourself as well for taking advantage of the moment.

You both pulled away a moment later bright red as you both smiled at each other.

“You don’t have to ask to kiss me, Parker.” You told him smiling.

“G-good to know.” He nodded smiling at you.

“It’s getting late, I don’t want May to worry about you. I’ll see you at school tomorrow, yeah?” You told him.

Peter nodded still flustered and half in shock from kissing him.

“T-tomorrow yeah,” He said finally.

You reached up and kissed his cheek. “Get home safe, Pete.” You whispered.

Peter nodded and smiled back at you as you took a step back.

“Goodnight, Y/n.” He said softly.

“Goodnight, Pete.” You smiled back at him before he went as got into his cab. You watched him drive off before you headed back into your building, smiling to yourself the whole way up.

“Peter Parker then,” Pepper smiled to you making you blush even harder as you walked back into your apartment. “It’s not that big of a deal,” You laughed rubbing your arm as you spoke.

“Uh huh, of course, it’s not. Your Dad is going to freak out.” Pepper smiled leaving you to turn even redder at the thought.

“I really like him,” You told her smiling.

“I know you do and he really likes you too.” Pepper said knowingly and boy was she right.

Thanks for reading, love.

Requests are open x

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shishidoryofan · 6 years

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Here’s my fic for RobStar week. I am going to apologize ahead of time because my fic is a Circus AU instead of following canon. Hope you enjoy.

RobStar Week 2018 Day 1: Falling

He let in a deep breath of air before letting it all out. He held the trapeze in his hand, ready to make the first dive...but his heart kept pounding.

The Stadium never looked so gigantic.

The rows were full of people from both of his sides. The audience all wore white masks to conceal their faces, designed with a weird shaped smiled that mocked him and put fear into his heart. They could be all sleep for all he knew because the audience did not make one ounce of movement. There was no cheers of encouragement. No crunched up fists in anticipation.

Just complete silence.

Below him in the corner is his parents and Starfire. She alone is the only face he can make out because she is simply smiling while looking up at him. With her hands pressed against her chest, she mouths something at Robin he can’t exactly hear but he hopes it is “Good Luck.”

He could do this.

Today is his first mini solo performance as ‘Robin’ and not one of the Flying Graysons. Sure he was still only a teen, but today was the day he was suppose to make history. This was his time to prove to everyone he had what it takes to make it in the big league as a solo artist.

So why was he so scared?

Robin takes another deep breath before going for the swing. He leaps off the trapeze for a somersault. Since this performance doesn’t have his parents to catch him, he has timed it perfectly so that his feet will connect with the swing before it goes back.

He uses all of his body strength to push the trapeze out again. Robin lets go and goes for a quadruple somersault: the most difficult and dangerous moves you can perform as a trapeze artist.

But he has been practicing this move for over a year. He is confident he can do it.

The plan is to use the momentum from the last somersault to push himself back up when he falls down to the net. He would then do a few more tricks and his mini performance would be over.

That was the plan, but as Robin makes his last somersault, the lights start to go deem. It’s at that moment he loses his concentration and falls.

The safety net that was right underneath him is gone and Robin is about to fall to his death.

The unresponsive crowd finally makes a movement. Everyone in the audience stands up and start to chant the same word over and over.

“Fall. Fall. Fall.”

It feels like forever as he gets closer to the ground. A Flying Grayson turning into a Falling Grayson. A Robin that can not fly to safety.

He can almost see the blood that would flood the stadium.

The chants get louder and louder as the audience starts to clap.

He closes his eyes before hearing a female voice call out to him.

“Richard!”

–

Richard wakes up in a cold sweat. He finds himself breathing fast and his heart pounding like a set of drums. In his trailer, he is greeted by complete darkness, a darkness all so familiar to that nightmare.

“Fall.”

He hears the word again in his head, but this time it’s his own voice.

Richard cups his face in his hands. He couldn’t do this. That dream was prime example that he wouldn’t be strong enough to perform tonight. But he couldn’t stay in this empty dark trailer.

He needed to see Kory.

Without hesitating, Richard puts on some, puts on the nearest pair of shoes he can find and sets out of his trailer. His Star was the only person who could cheer him up right now. She would know just exactly what to do to clear up his uneasiness about his performance. He had to see her.

As he gets closer to her trailer, Richard is stopped by a bumbling man’s voice who simply says “Can’t sleep?”

Richard stops dead in his tracks. After what feels like minutes (but was probably just a few seconds) he turns around to see Haly, the owner of the circus. A man that he would consider to be a surrogate grandfather.

“Your big solo performance is tonight. Can’t sleep?”

Richard just nods his head. He tried to put on the best smile that he could, but he knew Haly knew when something was wrong. He sees Haly motion to put a hand on his shoulder, but Richard jumps back. He shouts “I’m just going to clear my head for a bit!” before running off.

Haly whispers something he could not really hear, but his mind quickly tell him that the words were “Fall Robin.”

He felt like throwing up.

Kory’s trailer is separate from the other trailers. It was all by itself a yard away from the other trailers lined up. On her door was an old ripped up paper that said “Come See the Amazing Starfire!” He chuckled at that. His Star was so embarrass when the fliers were first made because it was her first performance as a member of the Haly’s Circus family since she joined. He just told her now it made her official and now she was stuck with them (with him) forever.

He wanted to cry now.

Richard barely knocked on the door before it opened up to reveal Kory in her pajamas.

“Robin!” She said with enthusiasm. It was almost like she was expecting him to show up.

“Starfire.” He said meekly. Even when they were not performing, it was a joke between them to go by codenames whenever they would meet. It was like they were on a covert mission.

Without even waiting for her next action, he admittedly wraps his arms around her and goes for a big huge. His actions sends her back a few steps (and him to go forward) until they both fall on the floor.

Richard uses foot to kick the door shut.

“Richard? Richard!” She calls out his name.

He doesn’t answer right away but his hold on her tightens. “I missed you.” he says.

With his head on her chest, Richard can’t actually see her face, but he knows she has a worried look. “What’s wrong?”

“I just missed you. That’s all.”

“Richard, what is wrong? You are my Robin remember? You are suppose to tell me everything.”

That was when he finally released his hold on her. He shifted his body a little so that he could look directly at her. His Star looked so worried that she was on the verge of tears. That was normal for her. She always cared about anything that bothered him. She always rushed to the littlest injuries he would make during practice.

She had faint scars on her face (and most likely the rest of her body) from the abuse she suffered from in the past. It was easy to hide it with makeup during performances. She also hide it with her bubbly personality.

Richard took a deep breath before he started talking. “I had a dream that I fell during my performance tonight. Well, it was more of a nightmare. There was no net. Everyone in the audience had on a strange mask as if they were mocking me.”

“That’s strange. Was I there?”

He smiled. “You were most certainly there, cheering me on.”

That made his Star smile. “You are going to do great tonight Richard. The crowd will see how just how amazing Robin is when he does his famous quadruple somersault with no help from the other Graysons. Are you going to do your famous move where you use the net to grab back hold of the swing? I love that move.”

Richard sees her fold her hands together as she wanders off in her head the scene of him.

Just as quickly the uneasiness had went away, it was all coming back now, “It would of be perfect if you had been able to perform with me. It would be the two of us against the world. You always said we would when we were kids-”

“Technically we are still kids.”

“I know!” He stops and closes his eyes. “Tonight was suppose to be the first mini solo performance of both Robin and Starfire...now it’s just me.”

His Star doesn’t say anything admittedly. She just wraps her arms around him, pulling him further down against her. After two minutes of just holding him, she finally says something. “Richard you know that I cannot. I wish I could be out there with you but faith is not so nice.”

He starts to feel the tears build up within him. Everything was suppose to work out perfectly, but she was right. Faith was the devil.

She starts to pat his head. His Star is surprisingly warm. “You are going to do great tonight. And think of it this way, if you fail and fall, we will still be together either way.

Richard knew she was right. She was always right.

If Robin excels tonight, they will still be together. If he falls miserably like his dream, they will still be together.

That’s why he loved Kory. She always knew exactly what to say to make him feel better. No. Just being with her made him feel better, with or without words.

“I love you.” He says. “You know that?”

She smiles. “Me too,”

Richard brings his lips to her so that they could kiss. Her lips feels so soft, but for some reason that makes him want to cry. Why?

They stay in that same position on the floor until he finally finds the power to go to sleep.

–

Richard is awaken by the sound of hard knocks at the door. He can tell by the lights from the windows that the Sun has risen and it was almost time for him to start practicing for his first solo performance.

“Dick? Honey are you in there?”

It was his mother. She was most likely looking for him.

When he finally got up, he notice that she was smiling at him, It was a weary smile, but a smile non the less. She had her hands behind her back and Richard could tell she was holding something.

“How does it feel?” She says. “Today is going to be your first mini solo act. Your father and I are so proud of you. I know Kory…” She hesitates for a bit, “Kory is proud of you also.”

“Yeah, the goal is to not mess up tonight.”

His mother only shakes her head. “Your my little Robin, though your not so little anymore. Your father and I just know you are going to blow the audience minds when they see you tonight.”

Richard does not answer her. Instead he tries to dodge it by focusing on what she is hiding behind her back. He tries to smile. “So what are you hiding and is it for me?”

His mother grins her teeth for a moment before presenting a bouquet of roses. “I know you would want to send the rest of the day practicing, but I was going to take you to see Kory’s grave today. So you can talk to her...”

The words his mother says start to fade out as his mind processes what she says. He feels like passing out right on the spot.

That’s right.

His Star is dead.

Just as quickly as Richard starts to faze out, he feels arms wrap around him. It was her. She was trying to comfort him, tell him everything would be okay.

If his performance is a success tonight, they will still be together. If he falls, they will still be together…forever.

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