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Tags: Jason Todd X Reader, f!reader, slight Yandere!Jason, fluff, cuddles

Word Count: ~300

Author’s Notes: Enjoy!

The lights are off, the blinds closed, and the covers are pulled up over you both. He can feel your breath on his neck and your heat seep into him where you lay against his chest.

You’ve been asleep for almost an hour now. It had been well past four in the morning when he returned from patrol and his heart melted at the sight of you curled up on the couch waiting for him. You could barely keep your eyes open as you watched him strip his armor off and head to the shower.

He chuckles at the memory and sweeps his knuckles slowly down your back, resting on the dip of your waist. His hand laid perfectly along your curves as if you were cut bespoke for him.

Everything about you, he noticed, is perfect for him.

When his body dipped, yours rose. Where he was rough, you were soft. From the way your skin gave way under the press of his fingers to how your legs hooked around his own— you were made for him, and he for you.

Jason wraps his other arm around you, pulling you more to him. His nose buried into your hair and he pressed his lips to your temple. This, he thinks as he breathes you in, is perfect.

He wished sometimes that he could meld himself with you. Wrap you up in him so he would never have to leave you. Or maybe he could shrink down, you could carry him with you in your pocket everywhere you went.

He’d forget about Crime Alley, forget about the vigilante life— he’d drop it all if he could stay there with you forever.

But for now, he hums under his breath and closes his eyes, he’ll settle for holding you close.

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Here's the Jason Todd fic! It's far sweeter than Barry's loll.

Pick Jason or Barry!!

HIII!! Guys, should I write a Jason Todd or Barry Allen fic? It'll most likely be romantic!

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Subtle Love

Jason’s love was subtle. 

He liked to leave you things in the dead of night, weird trinkets that caught your eyes days or months before. He liked to pretend he wasn’t paying attention, but every time a gift showed up at your door or on your counter, you would always make sure to give Jay a big kiss afterwards. 

“I don’t even know how it ended up there, sweetheart.” His face was blistering red from your sweet kiss.

“Oh, is that right, handsome?” You look up at him as he wraps his arms around you. He looks down at you, a tiny smirk forming on his face. 

“Well, if ya’ call me that…” He swoops in, pressing a sloppy kiss onto your mouth. 

 “Ugh! Jason!” You yelp, giggling once the kiss breaks. 

Jason’s love was subtle, and sometimes, it wasn’t. 

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I just decided to do both!

Here's the Barry Allen fic! I'm currently working on Jason Todd's.

Pick Jason or Barry!!

HIII!! Guys, should I write a Jason Todd or Barry Allen fic? It'll most likely be romantic!

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Until the Very End

Barry Allen loves you. He loves you so much. To others, he was the Flash. The speedster superhero and member of the Justice League who always saved the day. But to you, he was just Barry. Barry who always shows up with your favorite flowers. Barry who takes you on silly dates, and who holds you close, never leaving your side. 

You were his everything. 

You loved Barry Allen. You loved him so much that it killed you. 

He held you close when you died. You clawed at his chest, blood pouring from your lips. He couldn’t help but cry. He wiped the blood away, pressing kisses to your forehead. Barry Allen was the last thing you saw, before your light went dim. Then, he closed them shut for the final time. 

Barry Allen loved you until the very end. 

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Pick Jason or Barry!!

HIII!! Guys, should I write a Jason Todd or Barry Allen fic? It'll most likely be romantic!

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Working for the Knife: Act 1

"I always thought the choice was mine. And I was right, but I just chose wrong." -Mitski, 'Working for the Knife'

summary: Orbweaver, Gotham's one and only spidergirl. A hero for only a year, she's easily recognizable from her brown spider suit, and six-eyed mask. But, without the mask, she's Nicole Lawson, the "unwanted" daughter of Bruce Wayne. She could care less about his negligence, but when her sister goes missing, Nicole has no other choice but to interact with him. Not as Bruce, but as Batman. 

Missing people posters flap in the wind. You look past them and instead place down your own paper. A girl with light colored hair and green eyes stares at you. Underneath the photo has your contact information, alongside what she was last wearing. You stare back at the image, your face pulled into a frown.

"That your sister or sumthin’?” A man in a black cap asks you, a cigar pointing out of his mouth. 

“Yeah. She’s been missing for a while now, almost a month.” You swallow your saliva and look away from the man. 

The man sighs, “Hope you find er’ kid, but with the way Gotham is, I wouldn’t keep your hopes up.” He walks away, and you stare at his retreading form. He was right, in a way. People in Gotham were too unreliable and uncaring for you to find your sister. The police were a joke, and the Bats had a problem about getting rid of the problems. 

You knew that everyone knew that, but you weren’t Batman or his lackeys. You were Orbweaver, the only Spiderwoman to ever exist, and you would find your sister. 

Even if you died trying.

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Working for the Knife:News

Hey everyone! I plan on re-writing Working for the Knife! It will have a similar presence, but the direction that it is going is not one I like. I will be keeping the original chapters up.

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As They Watch from the Distance

This is a part two for this post.

Bruce Wayne:

When Bruce first met you, you were a toddler clinging onto his pants. He was dressed as Batman, and you, including other homeless people, were being taken into sex trafficking. He remembers how you came up, smiling and thanking the man for saving you. He caught himself picking you up, no matter how dirty you were. 

 He finds you again as Bruce Wayne and takes you in as his own. The media promoted it as ‘Bruce Wayne’s Kindness and Charity.’ He would like to believe that, but Bruce knows he’s selfish. He took you in because you reminded him of himself when he was young. He selfishly gave you his love, then ripped it away as you grew. 

He loved you, yet from a distance. You sometimes wished you didn’t love him as much as you do. You hated how much you loved your father’s love. It made his distance all the more unbearable and it made you hate yourself even more. You began to chase expectations he never meant to set, and eventually, you crashed. 

Dick Grayson:

Dick often contemplates what led the two of you to become strangers. He grieves over the fact that he let you both become so distant with one another. He tried to bring himself to hate you when Bruce first brought you in. He saw you as a replacement, and that hurt him the most, but then, he watched you grow. You were just a kid caught up in a situation you couldn’t control. 

You were a sweet child, always clinging onto him and following him around the manor like a mini him. You adored your big brother, and he you. Eventually, he moved to Bludhaven, leaving you behind. You were happy for him, of course, but he changed and so did you. You were sick of giving all of your love yet never receiving it back. 

He misses you, but he’s too late. 

Jason Todd:

Even after death, Jason loved and protected you. Though, it was always from a distance, just like Bruce. As children, Jason connected with you because of your similar backgrounds. You both knew struggle and that made your bond even stronger. While he was a teen and you were just a kid, you two were peas in a pod. He was your big brother, and he protected you from anything and everything.

Yet, he changed when he came back. He loved you, yes, but he hated Bruce more. Your big brother Jay became what he promised to protect you from. But he was proud of you. He just wished he said it before it was too late. 

Tim Drake:

You were the first person who loved Tim. He was the same age as you, and the two of you grew closer because of that. He had no true friends and his parents weren’t a constant in his life, but you were. You stayed with him through thick and thin, and when people would compare him to Jason as a replacement, you were vicious. 

Tim stayed close with you even when the others grew away. He was the only one you could truly go to, and yet, he still left you behind. You knew he deserved love just as much as you did, but you just wished he didn’t forget you. It didn’t sting as much, not when it had already happened three times. 

Tim didn’t forget you; he reasoned, he just became clouded in being enough. You suppose you did too. 

Damian Wayne:

Damian saw you beneath him. You were nothing but a rat desperate for crumbs, yet you never stopped trying to love him, even when the others disregarded you for him. He heard you at night sometimes, crying in your room. He wonders if your love overpowered your jealousy. It must have been because you kept trying. 

He thought you foolish, and yet, he thought of you as strong. You withheld the pain, even if the weight eventually crushed you.

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Chapter 2: front row view

summary: You, a twenty-two-college graduate, have a business degree. You have no idea how to open a business and now you think you just wasted four years of your life! You cry for days, until you remember you have rent and a whole bunch of college debt, so naturally, you open a coffee shop. Oh, and your sister died, so now you have a thirteen-year-old niece to take care of!

A/N: bold is your messages and italics are Dick's.

The moment Dick and Damian got out of the car Ria started to sing, “Yaya and Dick sittin’ in a tree-” You playfully tap her as she fumbles her way to the front seat. 

You raise an eyebrow in amusement, “You do know you could have just gotten out and sat in the front while we were still parked?” 

“It wouldn’t have been as cool.” You snort. You didn’t know fumbling to sit down was cool, but maybe that was a new trend in school or some shit. The rest of the ride is semi silent with Ria on her phone. You glance at her, and she seems to be texting someone. 

“Ria and Damian sittin’ in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g.” You sing and she smiles bashfully. You think that if she could turn red, she would. 

“He’s cute.” You roll your eyes as you park in the car lot for the apartments. Your phone dings in your pocket and you see a message from Dick. You feel giddy, but you calm yourself and grab your things from the car with Ria. You unlock the door and place your things on the counter. 

“Hey Ria, I think I’m gonna order pizza tonight.” She sends a thumbs up from the couch and you go on and order the cheesy delight. You finally sit down and read his message. 

hey, did u get home safe? 

Yeah, just now. Ordering pizza

You’re about to exit the app and watch something, but he replies almost immediately, and you smile. 

sounds good

im eating wtever alfred cooks

You think Alfred was who had the day off, but you ask anyway.

Is Alfred the one who had the day off?

yes

Is it really a day off then if he has to cook?

he likes to cook (shrug emoji)

Lol

You think about asking him on a date, but you think it’d be too soon. You might invite him to the shop tomorrow and use Ria and Damian as an excuse to why you should come. You decide to do it, no matter how impulsive. 

Tomorrow the store will be open again and I think Damian and Ria are coming over after school. You should come.

You wonder if he’s giddy too. 

sounds fun, see u tomm

You hear the doorbell ring and get up from your room to give the delivery guy the money. You know you’re grinning from ear to ear when Ria looks at you weirdly. “What’s going on Yaya?” She asks, plate in hand as you place the pizza down on the counter. 

“You are going to go to the shop tomorrow with Damian, and Dick shall be coming!” Ria giggles at the voice change. 

“Wow Yaya, not even a month living with you and I’m already being used as an excuse?” She wiggles her eyebrows, obviously she meant it in a teasing way, but you feel a pang of guilt. You didn’t mean to make her feel that way.

“Oh, I didn’t realize, Ria. I’m sorry.” Her face goes slack, and she tries to reassure you. 

“What! No, it’s okay, Yaya. I was just joking.” You smile at her awkwardly and she smiles back. Then, the moment comes to an end when you hear a loud shatter in your living room. A man busts through the window, he’s injured on the face, and you think he’s on the borderline of passing out. Ria screams, but you recognize the man to be Nightwing. 

He shouldn’t have followed you home. He knew that, but he couldn’t help himself. The coffee shop barista made his heart thump a bit faster than normally and now he’s following you around like some weirdo. He shudders at the thought. He’s not a weirdo, he just thinks you’re cute. He repeats the words in his head like a mantra. 

He feels like a teenage boy again with how much he’s thinking of you. He shouldn’t be doing this. He knows that. Bruce taught him never to mix your civilian life with your hero work and he thinks he can hear Damian berating him in his head. God, he was twenty-five and yet he was chasing someone he only met once. He was definitely a weirdo. 

It didn’t take long for him to catch up to your car. The night hid him well as he hopped from one building to the next and he can almost see the articles in his head, ‘Nightwing Follows Someone Home in the Middle of the Night: Is he a Lover or a Stalker?’ 

You park in your car lot. He looks at the apartments from above. It’s not the safest place in Gotham, but it’s also not the worst. He wonders if you feel safe here, if your locks work and your windows shut all the way. He crouches on top of the building across from yours and for a moment he is still. Well, that is until he gets punched into your apartment. He feels the impact of the punch as he crashes through your window. 

And when he hears a scream, he blanks. 

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Chapter 2: sometimes love is not enough

summary: Jason Todd was your twin. He was your brother through thick and thin, and nothing would ever change that, but his death did. You're reminded of him every day. From his clothes you kept after his death to his ugly Robin suit that you still can't believe Bruce let him wear. Sometimes, you think you see him too. He's always in the corner of your eye when you're on patrol and you think maybe, just maybe, that he's watching over you.

tw: brief talks of reader being shirtless.

A/N: I also deleted the tags for batbro x batfam because it's hard for me not to envision the reader as a woman. I'm really sorry to my male reader, but I have my other work, The Coffee Shop, that is gender neutral. Also, the reader is a queer woman.

Gotham City

Drug Bust

2007

March 20

You shove a man against a wall, your hands coated in his blood. He’s a low-grade wannabe villain, but he was a pain in the ass to deal with. “Shocked, you had all this money, drug boy.” In the back you hear your partner, Shadow, snort.

“Doesn’t mean much to call him names when he’s passed out, Green.” You look at the middle-aged man passed out against the wall. 

“Aw shit. B’s gonna be so pissed, I was supposed to interrogate him.” You sigh; exhaustion clear in your voice. She pats your shoulder and hauls him with the rest of his goons on the floor. 

“Well, I’m sure that’ll be fun, but I gotta dip.” You nod and smile at her through the mask, but you know she can’t see it. 

“Be safe out there, Shadow.” She shoots pointer finger guns and jumps out of the second story window. You can’t see her as she disappears into the night and you think she picked the name, Shadow, perfectly. You look at the men on the floor and turn away. 

“Green, Batman is on the way.” Oracle speaks through the comms, and you nod. 

“Cool, I’m gonna get some fresh air, so tell B I’ll be on the roof.”      

“Heard.” She goes mute once more and you jump out the window, similar to Shadow. The air swoops your hood down as you grapple up the roof. It’s chilly and you wish your suit was more heat resistant. You’ll have to talk to Tim about upgrading your suit, he certainly had some sense after being the one to add pants to that horrid Robin outfit. You sit down on the ledge, legs dangling in the air. 

It was nice outside, even if you didn’t like the cold that much. Jason would have liked it. It was peaceful tonight, which was rare enough in Gotham. You turn your head when you hear footsteps and for a moment you think it’s Bruce, but you listened, and the footsteps reminded you of Jason. They were strong, but cautious and you could tell from the weight it was a man. 

You turn around and see a man in a wanna be Batman setup. You look him up and down, tranquilizer gun in your grip. “No need to pull out your toy.” His voice was modulated, and you scoff. 

“Says the wannabe Batman. Who the hell are you?” It’s Jason, you have a small voice in the back of your head whispering in your head and you falter because of it. You shouldn’t put the gun away, but you do, and you think the bastard is smiling under the mask, which makes you all the more mad. 

“I’m no one.” You roll your eyes. Anyone who has ever said that was someone that eventually became a pain in your ass, like Catwoman, but he didn’t have her charm, or her comforting touch after stealing something right from under your nose. 

“Try again, and don't pull a Catwoman on me, you aren’t very good at it, I’m afraid.” Your voice drips with sarcasm, and he walks closer. You think that he’s dumb, but maybe he knows you can’t bring yourself to shoot him. He reminds you too much of Jay, and that’s a bad thing because if he reminds you of your twin, then that means you're weak. You’ve learned the hard way that being weak gets you killed, that’s what happened to him after all. You were too weak to save your brother, and he paid the price for your mistake. 

It won’t happen again. 

You hear footsteps again and you see Bruce standing there, arms crossed. The wanna be from before is gone and you squeeze your fists. “You should always be aware of your surroundings.” You turn around, facing towards the city, rather than him. 

“I know, B. Won’t happen again, promise.” You feel him grow closer, and he pats your shoulder. He’s grown soft. For a moment, you feel angry. You wish he was soft with you when you were younger because that’s when you needed him to be soft. That’s when Jason needed him to be soft. If he was soft then, then maybe your brother wouldn’t have felt like he had to prove something. If Batman was soft, then maybe, just maybe your brother would still be alive. 

“We all have our off days.” You eye him. 

“I guess.” The conversation ends there. You think it’s for the best. 

Gotham City

Gotham University

2007

March 21

College wasn’t as whimsical as it was made to be. You thought it would be a breath of fresh air from the house you call home. You thought that it was going to be fun and free, you weren’t wrong, but you also weren’t right. Maybe for someone else it was that way, but not for you. Not when you can feel everyone’s pitiful glances and whispers thrown your way. 

“Isn’t she the girl who lost her brother?” A girl with blonde hair whispers behind you in American History. You recognize her as Tiffany, you had AP World History together. You never liked her much. 

“Yeah, but why’s that matter? Her family’s loaded, she probably got therapy as soon as her brother died.” If they counted crime fighting as therapy, then yes, you suppose you did get therapy. When he first died, you wouldn’t have reacted this way, calm and collected. You would have punched the bitch in the face. 

You were mean when he died. You think you always will be. In a sense, you took the place of Jay. He was on the gruffer side as a child, and you know plenty of people who would describe him as mean or scary. But now, it’s you. The brutish daughter of Bruce Wayne who went off the rails when her brother died. A tragic story indeed, is what you remember one reporter saying. He looked you dead in your eyes while saying it and you recall Dick tackling him to the ground. 

The media went wild for days, calling Dick protective of his little sister. He was, but you think they forgot the fact that Jason was as much of his brother as he was yours. Dick loved Jason more than his parents, you think. That was his first brother and Jay would always hold a special place in his heart. He felt the same about you, except you’ve been his one and only sister. In fact, you think he’s gotten more protective over the years, especially when you started bringing suitors home. 

You remember his eyes when you first brought a girl home. She was splayed out on your chest, and you held her hips, then your door was kicked in like no one knew what fucking manners were. And in all your glory, Dick saw a girl straddling your hips and hickeys on your neck with no shirt. Fun times. 

The class ends and you grab your bag. You think the girls knew you heard them because they fall behind and are the last ones to leave the room. Dumb bitches, you thought. Of course you would hear them, they practically fucking sucked at whispering. You try to calm your nerves by breathing, but it doesn’t work very well. Maybe you should get therapy. 

You smirk at the thought. The day you get therapy is the day Bruce cries in front of you or just cries at all. That’d certainly be a sight.

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Chapter 1: one is the loneliest number that you'll ever do

summary: Jason Todd was your twin. He was your brother through thick and thin, and nothing would ever change that, but his death did. You're reminded of him every day. From his clothes you kept after his death to his ugly Robin suit that you still can't believe Bruce let him wear. Sometimes, you think you see him too. He's always in the corner of your eye when you're on patrol and you think maybe, just maybe, that he's watching over you.

A/N: The reader is now 19 in 2007. In 2004, they are 16. Jason is kidnapped by the Joker in 2005. This is in the Arkham universe, and I am unsure if this is lore accurate, but oh well.

Act 1

Gotham City

Roof of Wayne Manor 

2007

March 19

Gotham was always chilly, you thought. There was never really a hot day, only ever warm, and even then, it was only ever warm enough to wear a short shirt and pants. Jason liked the cold crisp that Gotham brought, you did once too. But you grew up and realized that Gotham’s cold was too harsh for the likes of you. 

Beer in hand, you take a sip looking up at the stars in the night sky. You look up and try to find one of the many visible planets in the sky. Venus, or at least you think it’s Venus, shines brightly and for a moment you think you’re swallowed up in the light. You wonder if Jason was surrounded by light when he died. Everyone says when you die, there’s a big bright light that swallows you whole. You hope Jason got to see the light again in that cold, dark place. 

You shakily sigh and take a gulp of the nasty thing called beer. 

“Hey, don’t you think you’ve had enough?” You look up to your older brother, Dick. You didn’t think anyone would find you up here but leave it up to the acrobatic ex-circus performer. 

“Hey,” You blink up at him and he sits beside you. Your and his feet dangle from the roof and you put your head on his shoulder. 

“You alright, birthday brat?” He whispers softly, while running his hand in soothing circles on your back. You smile at the nickname and elbow him. He lets out an oof and kicks your feet.

“If anyone’s a brat, it’s you, Dickie.” He snorts, leaning his head on top of yours. “I’m alright,” you sigh before continuing, “It’s just hard celebrating ou- my birthday without Jason.” You take another sip from the can and offer it to the man beside you. 

“No, I’ll pass. Wait, how’d you even get the beer anyways?” His eyebrows are cinched in confusion, and you laugh. 

“Stole it from Tim.” You hear him chuckle. 

“Wow, not only are you underage drinking, but you’re also stealing!” He says in faux shock. You don't call out the fact that Tim is also underage drinking.

“Gonna arrest me, officer?” You ask, a teasing tilt in your voice. 

“Oh please.” 

It’s quiet again and you close your eyes. If you weren’t dangling in the air, you think you’d be able to pass out right now. “I love you, Dick.” You wish you said it to Jason more.

“I love you more, baby bird.” 

Gotham City

Your Room

2004

???

“You’re leaving?” Your voice cracks and you feel tears already forming in your eyes. 

Dick looks guilty, “I need to leave, baby bird,” he frowns, taking your hands in his, “I-I can’t stay here anymore. Being here is- it’s exhausting. Bruce is always pissed about something and I just, I can’t do this anymore.” 

You hug him, “Have you told Jay yet?” You mumble. 

“I have. He was upset, but I mean, I would be too if I didn’t get to see this face every day.” He flashes a charming smile for flair, and you giggle. You both separate and walk out of the room together. His suitcase and bags lay right by your door in your hallway, and you frown at the thought of not seeing your eldest brother every day. 

“You’ll call every day, right?” You ask, and for a moment you feel 14 again, tugging on your mom to wake up. She never did. 

“Of course I will. Now stop worrying so much, okay?” The two of you walk down the stairs and shortly after you hear Jason running down the steps. You smile up at him and he walks up to you both. 

“About to leave without goodbye, Dickie?” You and Jason both smirk at the nickname and Dick rolls his eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah, asshole.” Dick pulls Jay close and the two hug. Then he pulls you close and the three of you lean on one another in the hug. 

“I’ll miss this,” you mutter in his shoulder. You feel Jay squeeze your shoulder and Dick looks at you. 

“I will too, but I’m a phone call away, and I’ll still visit.” He smiles at both of you. 

“Have you told Babs yet?” Jason asks, arms crossed, and Dick silently marvels at how similar you both are, yet so different.

“She was the first to knowww!” Your brother cries out in a sing-songy voice, and he opens the door. 

“Should’ve kicked it open, y’know, just to piss off Bruce.” You roll your eyes at Jason’s remark and wave at him. 

“Stay safe on the road!! We love you!!” You yell and Jason slams the door shut. You deflate and throw a punch on his shoulder.

“Jay, why’d you do that! He might’ve said something back!” He winces at the punch and steps on your foot. 

“You guys would have been talking forever and besides I have a better idea at sending him off.” You raise a confused eyebrow, and he smirks evilly. 

“I say we suit up and follow his car.” Your eyes light up at the idea. 

“I bet I can get to the Batcave firsttt!” You start to run out of the living room and Jason chases you down. Your laughter echoes in the hallways and the sadness from Dick leaving is replaced with a feeling of melancholy. 

You just hope Dick is happy. 

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the memories you left behind (they never left me): Act 1

"And all the fears you hold so dear will turn to whisper in your ear." - Duvet by Boa

summary: Jason Todd was your twin. He was your brother through thick and thin, and nothing would ever change that, but his death does. You see him every day, but he’s not really there. You wish he was.

tw: minor talk of being hit, bruises, and drugs.

The truth is you were never very strong. When your daddy would hit you and Jason would take the brunt of the force, you would blame yourself. If you were stronger, faster, smarter than you could have protected Jason too. Just like how he protected you. 

But you weren’t. All you were was weak. You were pathetic and useless, just like your daddy said. 

Then, he went to prison.

It was just you, Jay, and mama. Your mom was far easier to handle than daddy was, so that’s what you did. When she was cracked out on whatever new drugs roamed the city streets, you and your brother would take care of her. She didn’t really take care of you, but you were okay with that, because Jason and you took care of each other. If you think about it, nothing really changed. There were just less bruises and hurtful words Jason would try to convince you weren’t really true, but you knew they were. You may not have been the sharpest crayon in the box, but you certainly weren’t the dullest. 

As you got into middle school, people thought your brother was scary, but he wasn’t scary, he was just afraid. He was afraid of your stupid dad and drugged-out mom, but most of all he was afraid of losing you. 

You were the only peace he had left. 

You thought he was dumb when he would say that. There was nothing peaceful about you. You didn’t mean it in an edgy way, but that’s just how it was. You didn’t have a peaceful dad, mom, neighbors, and certainly not school life. The only peace you could have given Jay was your death. You suppose that came to truth years later, but it wasn’t your death, and his certainly wasn’t peaceful. 

Eventually, you got a job, well if you call pickpocketing and robbing rich people of their wallet’s a job. Obviously, that stopped working when people became more cautious, because of course they did. 

Then, one day, your mom died. 

You guessed her body couldn’t take it anymore and she had a seizure right on the kitchen floor. You tried calling the cops, and you did, they just never came. You weren’t shocked, they never do. Of course, you got kicked out soon after. No cash means you can’t pay rent, and no rent means you’re homeless. That’s when things really changed. 

You and Jason needed money, so you started targeting rich people. Not necessarily them, but their assets. You and Jason weren’t bold enough to break into someone’s home, so you targeted their cars. One day, you and he slept in an alleyway. It wasn’t comfortable and certainly not safe, but you had no other choice. That was until you saw a fancy car pull up. A man in all black with his hair slicked walked out and you could smell the brand designer clothes he had on. 

You both crept along his car when he left, and you struggled taking off the wheel with Jay. You both struggled so much you didn’t even hear the big man behind you. Thinking back on it, it was kinda comical on how both of you turned your head at the same time when Bruce made his appearance be known. 

Then, it was history. 

[orbweaverspidergirl]

Hopeless Romantic/Neglected Reader

From a young age you’ve always been a hopeless romantic. You truly believed in love at first sight or star-crossed lovers.

And because of this you were naive, but kind. You were willing to give everyone a chance because you believed in love. Your heart was warm and big, and you accepted and gave out love to the point where you almost came off as desperate for it. 

In a sense, you were. 

You wished for love outside of those in your family because their love was empty. They were kind and they cared, but they were absent. They didn’t stay for long because there was always something more important that was happening or going to happen.

You were normal. You didn’t go and fight terrible evils in the night, you stayed at home. You read over the love you wished you could have. The love you wished to consume deep inside of you. 

You wanted that, but you knew you would never have it. You began to believe you weren’t worth it. So, while you would wish and wait, the family surrounding you hurt. 

They hurt knowing that their sister (or daughter in Bruce’s case) could not feel the love they had for you.

They cherished you deeply, so when would you see it?

After some time, you began to question what was your worth? If you could not be loved nor truly love, then what were you for?

[orbweaverspidergirl]

Chapter 1: but you keep fronting

summary: You, a twenty-two-college graduate, have a business degree. You have no idea how to open a business and now you think you just wasted four years of your life! You cry for days, until you remember you have rent and a whole bunch of college debt, so naturally, you open a coffee shop. Oh, and your sister died, so now you have a thirteen-year-old niece to take care of!

Act 1

A/N: Yaya is a nickname that Ria calls you in replacement of uncle or aunt.

The door to your bedroom is cracked open again. 

You’re not necessarily creeped out, not anymore, at least. Your niece, Ria, has been coming in the middle of the night to sleep in your room. You don’t know why she doesn’t ask, but you just think maybe it’s teenage embarrassment, or the fact that she just lost her parents, and she feels, no doubt, extremely lonely. It’s one of the picks, and you think you’d rather deal with the first. 

You feel her shuffle around on your bed and you see drool on her face when she turns to you. You smile and shake her awake. “Ria–” You drag out her name, and she opens her eyes, glowering at you. You snort and sit up, legs off the bed. 

“How are you such a morning person?” She glances at the clock and groans, “Yaya, it’s only six...” You stifle a chuckle. 

“Yeah, and you have school, and I have work.” You get up from the bed, smiling. “C’mon, we don’t have all day!” 

“Ughhh…” She slides off the bed and is sluggish in getting up. Her pajamas have Hello Kitty head’s all over them and for a moment you’re reminded of how young she is. God, you remember how much you hated school. You shudder at the memory, and your mouth pulls into a frown. She finally walks out of your room, and you lock the door behind you. You put on some overalls with a white top under. 

When you walk out of the room, Ria is already dressed in her uniform for Gotham academy. She has a red headband on, and you can’t help but think your niece is the cutest in the world. She’s eating a bowl of cereal, Coco Puffs, and casually scrolling on her phone. “Hey Yaya, there’s this boy in my class that I think is cute.” She finally looks up at you, head tilted in her hands. 

“What’s his name?” You ask, pouring you a bowl of Coco Puffs. 

“Damian. He’s kinda mean, but I think he’s just faking it.” Your eyebrows go up and you let out a surprised ‘hmm.’

“Last name?” 

“Uhhhhh, Wayne, I think. Why?” You shove a mouthful of the sweet, chocolatey goodness in your mouth. 

“Ria, the Wayne family is like what keeps this city running. They are loaddedd.” You drag out the d���s, so she really gets your point. “Marry him when you’re older so we can be rich.” You point your spoon at her. 

“Yaya! You can’t say that!” She exclaims, finishing her bowl, and you laugh. 

“I’m kidding, obviously. But on a serious note, don’t let him treat you like sh-” you stumble over your words, “trash because he’s loaded.” She nods, not noticing your slip up. Thank God, you’re not trying to teach her cussing 101. 

“Okay! Let’s get ready to go. You have your bag?” She nods and you grab your wallet and phone. 

The drive to her school is uneventful as she talks about teenage bullshit that doesn’t even make sense. “Wait, so you’re saying that Kinsley kissed Brain and now Katelyn, his girlfriend, is mad at you because you didn’t tell her?” 

She jumps up in the seat in annoyance. “Yes!! But I was telling her that I had no idea they were kissing! And she doesn’t believe me, like at all!!” 

“Yikes. Friends, huh?” You ask, and you let out a small chuckle when she nods. You both pull up to the school and she opens the door, unbuckling herself sloppily when she sees Damian. 

She opens the door, turning her head at you, like she forgot something. “Yaya, have a good opening day! I’ll come by after school with Damian, probably!” You shoo her away from the door. 

“Okay, okay! Now go, I’m holding up the cars behind me!” She runs off, screaming an ‘I love you!’ and you smile under your breath. 

Love you too, kid. 

When you open your car door, the cool breeze immediately blows into your face. You see your best friend, Sasha, standing in front of the cafe. “Dude, hurry up, I’m practically freezing my tits off!” She yells, rubbing her arms up and down. 

“You pull out your keys from your wallet and glance at her. “Not my fault you didn’t bring a jacket.” You open the door, and she thrusts in the building. You giggle and close the door. 

She looks at you and smiles wholly. “I’m glad to see you laughing again.” She says, softly. 

You look away from her and put your things down on the barstool. “Well, y’know. The world moves on, and I have a kid now. I have to be strong for her.” 

She hugs from behind, head on your shoulder, “I know, but you’re doing good.” You both grin at each other. “Now! Time to open up the damn shop.” She yells, and you roll your eyes. 

“I’m so glad we prepped yesterday,” you mumble. You turn the lights on, and she props open the front door. “Hey, will you go and post us as online on the website?” 

“Yeah!” 

The day goes on and customers storm in and out. You thought you’d feel more nervous, but in all honesty, it was a good opening. Sasha had to leave a little early before closing, but you didn’t mind. It got less packed as the day went on, so you really just sat around on your phone for the most part. 

You were worried, however. Ria should have showed up by name, and she wasn’t responding to any of your messages or calls. You were tempted to drive up to the school. You sigh, and close up shop, keys in hand. 

“No, Yaya, wait!” You see her running down the street with Damian in tow, and someone else. You squint your eyes at the man behind the children, and you realize it’s Dick Grayson. You feel your jaw drop and you open the door for the three of them. 

Dick gives you an apologetic smile and Damian just looks at Ria. Once all four of you are in the coffee shop you put your hand on your hips. “Now Ria. We will be speaking about this later.” 

She looks away, embarrassed, “Yes, Yaya.” It serves her right to be embarrassed, she scared the crap out of you! You exhale and pat her head. 

You look at the other two and forcefully smile. “Thank you for bringing her to me, I was starting to worry.” 

Dick gives a charming smile, and you think you feel your heart beat out of your chest. “It was no problem. Rianna wanted to bring Damian here, but I didn’t want them to be alone in the dark.” 

Damian crosses his arms, “Tt, it would have been no issue, Grayson. I could have properly taken care of myself and Ria.” How stoic, you think. And you snort, bringing the attention back to you. 

“Well, I appreciate it. If y'all want I can make you something to drink? It is a coffee shop.” You go behind the bar and stand, waiting for them to answer. You glance at Ria, and she nods. 

“Can you make me a caramel Frappuccino with whip cream, Yaya?” You start the machine and look at the other two. Damian sits beside Ria, but Dick continues to stand leaning on the counter, smiling. You can’t tell if he’s going to flirt with you or not. 

“You two?”

“Black coffee.” Damian declares, and you glance at the kid. This dude is weird. 

“I’ll take what Rianna is having, please. Thank you, beautiful.” You feel yourself go warm and look away from the three in embarrassment. By the time their coffees are ready, Ria is yapping about God knows what. You’d pay more attention if you didn’t feel the occasional look from Mr.Charming over there. 

Somehow, the two kids end up seats away, and it’s just you and Dick. You side-eye Ria, you know this is her doing. You feel the need to thank him once more, so you do. “Again, thank you. I was starting to get worried about her.” 

His face softens and his smile is reassuring. “I get it. I’m the same way with Dami, but uh. I was wondering if I could get your number.” Your face must look shocked because he stumbles on his words. “I mean, the two seem to like each other a lot, so! I thought it’d be good to have each other’s numbers, so this doesn’t happen again.” 

It does make sense to have his number. If they were to frequent your shop often after school, or if they wanted to hang out, it was good to know where they were or who they were with. “Um, yeah, no that makes sense. Here.” You slide him your phone and he types in your contact. 

“Do you need a ride home?” You ask the man. He was running here after all. 

He looks sheepish, but nods. “Yeah. The person who usually picks us up is taking the day off.” Damn, he has a personal driver and everything. No shame, you think.

“Alright, just make sure to give me your address.” You grab your phone and wallet. “Ria, Damian, I’ll be taking you and your brother home, so c’mon.” You go to open the door, but Dick does it for you, and his smile makes you glance away nervously. You couldn’t wait to tell Sasha about this.