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I'll be Back!

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Author's Notes: Been sitting on this for a while and didn't think it would get anywhere, but obviously I was wrong! So this is the shortest chapter for now, mostly because it is the beginning and I wanted to set the scene before getting into more. I don't know how many chapters this series will be but know that I plan on making the next chapter longer and it might take me a while to upload it.

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「WC: 729」

「Summary: The simple promise of coming back soothed him until it didn't. Until the hours went by and the search began while time raced on as sickening cackling filled into the air.」

「Warnings: TW! Mentions of violence, heavy angst, depression, panic attacks, PTSD, Anxiety, and it might make you cry」

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「Chapter: Always be Mine as the World Turns Dark」

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Your laughter echoed in his head as he sat back on the couch. His eyes stuck on the small screen of the video camera. It was such a beautiful sound to him as he continued to watch the video.

“Jason!” You chirped, moving to him as he looked up from cleaning his guns. The sight of the camera in his face made him frown slightly and lower his gun as he sat up straighter. “Baby. Do you need to shove the camera in my face, I mean I’m aware of how ugly I am alread-” “No you’re not!” Your voice interrupts him and he can’t help but chuckle silently at your reaction, turning his head away while you pout. “Can’t we have something nice to remember ourselves by before we get old?” His attention is drawn onto the word “old” and he looks back at you with a raised brow. “Old? Nah.. You’ll outlive me, not like I haven’t died once before.” He can’t help but laugh while you shake, trying to hold in the laughter at his dark joke. “Jay, I swear-” “What are you gonna do? Punch me? Do it, I dare you.” He set his gun down onto the coffee table. “Come on, you swore,” He playfully mocks before scooping you up, your laughter filling the air as he gently tackles you onto the couch. “Can’t make a swear and not carry it out!”

Jason blinked quickly, tears gathering in his eyes as the video ends, your laughter echoing in his head as he struggles to not cry. The one good thing. The only good thing and it's gone from him. Somewhere out there in the underside of Gotham City. Lost and here he was wasting time, he needed a moment is what Bruce told him, watching the videos you recorded. The ones filled with love and happiness that seemed to haunt his mind and heart. “Fuck…” He muttered, voice raw and filled with anguish as he quickly hit the playback button, the video rewinding to the beginning. Your face, your smile, just you. It hurt the more he watched the video, craving you and everything that reminded him of you.

He could feel them. The tears finally rolled down his cheeks as he leaned forward, the video camera hiding his face as his forehead lightly pressed against the screen. Your laughter hitting his ears again and making his chest tighten horribly like someone was squeezing it.

Silence along with his quiet sniffling filled his apartment. The place was a mess since you disappeared. The small things you owned and the single plant you loved being cherished like it was all he had left of you. The single dim light of the floor lamp filled the living room, haunting and empty. A similar feeling the rest of the apartment gave that once had a happy couple. A deep rooted love between two flawed people, finding solace in each other.

The video played again. Your voice filled his ears as he kept crying and torturing himself before he went out again. Out to find you and bring you home.

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You hum softly. The hollowed echoes of a song that had love and hope in it, now turned into a sad calling. A comfort before the pain came back. The rope digging into your wrists, adding more to the bruises as the deafening silence had become too much again as your head stays lowered. Dried tears and blood on your face and nothing but pain riddling your body. Things were a blur. Memories and the torment of the last two weeks are still fresh.

The sound of feet outside the room was the only indication that you weren’t alone. Never alone with that monster outside. The thing that had tormented Jason now became your hell.

The door bursts open, his voice making you tense and stop humming. His voice was something you’d associated with the pain and now it was back. Fresh tears gather in your eyes as you start to tremble, aware that this chair and the ropes were about to be the only thing you could ground yourself on until the pain was over.

Sickening cackles fill the room, sweat starting to form on the back of your neck. All that you could do was grip the arm of the chair, nails digging into the wood.

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this-loser · 3 months

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Silent Prayer

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Author's Notes: So, I actually haven't written in a while and for those who liked my previous stories I apologize. I deleted them from the account and forgot that I didn't have them saved so they are gone forever. Recently I have been hard on myself about that plus my writing. I ended up going inactive and recently going into the DC fandom, especially because of my love for Jason Todd, I got back into writing again. This is the first time I've written for Jason, bunch of scrapped ideas before this, so if it feels out of character I must apologize. Anyway, enough of my talking. Please enjoy!

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「WC: 889」

「Summary: He's unable to sleep but maybe a little music will coax him into sleeping」

「Warnings: I don't use Y/N, This might be a little sad tbh, Nothing explicit just wholesome fluff, This is shorter than I originally thought it would be but I'm okay with this」

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「Song name: "In Dreams" by Roy Orbison. In case you'd like to listen to it while reading look it up on either YouTube or Spotify.」

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It was never silent. Not in Gotham City. From the police sirens to either the neighbors or the people outside the apartment building going on about their lives. No one pays any mind, depending on where you're looking, to the fact that this place was one of the biggest shitholes. No one could tell Jason otherwise. He'd lived on the streets, did things that he shouldn't have done but he needed to survive, and he witnessed first hand just how god awful the people in the city can be. All of that had been seen on repeat, through the eyes of a child. Was he proud of his past? Depends but for the most part no.

Reflecting doesn't help. He knew that. It only made things come back and the emotions left him sour. Especially when the original point was to sleep, something he was having trouble doing. Again.

Jason sat up, the blanket pooling at his hips as he ran a hand through his hair. The sound of a vehicle honking caused him to lift his head, looking at the window blinds. A few seconds pass by before he relaxes. "Hmm..." The softness of your voice drew his attention along with the blanket moving as you turned over onto your left side. "Jason," "Go back to sleep, baby." He crooned, stopping you from continuing your sentence then leaning down to you, his hand pushing some of your hair out of your face as your eyes started to flutter open. "Shh, just go back to bed. Everything is alright." He was bullshitting, but not to worry you. Jason knew that you'd be up without another second if you knew his insomnia was bothering him again. "Just sleep." His hand gently cupped your cheek as he kept whispering coaxing words to ease you back into sleep, blissfully unaware of his suffering. "Jay," Through tired eyes you look at him, the darkness of the bedroom hides his face, however, you could make out the look he gave you. A soft, reassurance that would have fooled anyone else if they didn't know him well enough, that is if they ever broke past that permanent scowl he always had. The look alone drew a huff from you. "Liar." He froze, the look quickly morphing into a disappointed frown. "Please, sleep. Don't worry about me. I'll be okay." He brought forth a small smile, his hand caressing your cheek. "Trust me, you need more sleep than I do, I'll be alright." "Jason..." He shook his head, stubbornness kicking in as he leaned closer and pressed his lips against your temple then pulled away. "You're gonna go back to bed, no arguing about it." You whined at his stubbornness and although that made him chuckle, he wasn't going to let up. You pulled a hand from under the blanket, lifting it and grabbing his arm. "No. I'm not giving up that easily, Jason." He bit back a groan at your stubbornness, internally kicking himself for hoping that you'd actually give in to his demand. You sat up slowly and let go of his arm as you reached over to the end table on your side, grabbing your phone.

It was still early in the morning and Jason clearly wasn't having a good night so far. "Jay, it's 4:37 A.M." He groans at the observation and leaning back against the headboard. "I know, Genius..." He grumbles, looking away from you completely. "You're welcome." You mumble, now going through your phone. A few seconds of silence go by before the room is filled with soft music from your phone.

"I softly say, a silent prayer like dreamers do"

He glances over to you, the song playing as you set your phone back onto the end table. "Music?" You nod, looking at Jason. "Why not? Might help you sleep." "Not really my type of music." "Too bad, you've got to deal with it since it's my choice." You lay back down, scooting over to him and throwing an arm over his hips, burying your face into the side of his thigh. "Who's the artist?" "Roy Orbison." He nods his head slowly, the name not sounding familiar to him. "Melancholy as hell though." He added, looking down at you and resting his hand on the back of your head. "Mm." Your eyes flutter closed, the soft tempo of the song starting to lull you back to sleep.

"In dreams, you're mine all of the time"

He leans his head back. Taking in the lyrics and how somber they are. "Actually, they are kinda peaceful." He whispers, his fingers running through your hair. "Except for the "Candy-colored clown" bit... That part doesn't sound all peaceful to me." A light scoff comes from Jason as he stares at the bedroom door and feeling his eyelids become heavier as the song continues to play.

"In beautiful dreams"

He blinks a few times as a wave of sleepiness crashes over him but he pulls himself back and gently pulls your arm from his hips. You make a small noise of protest as he lays down, pulling you into his arms once he's laying on his right side. You sigh in content, relaxing again and peacefully resting as Jason's eyelids close. The melody of the song coaxes him into a dreamless sleep.

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