#Cheshire x Roy Harper

[arsenalrh]

ROY WAS SO HAPPYYY I LOVE HIMM OMGG!!!!

[cigamfossertsim]

oliver: so sportsmaster is lian’s grandfather??

dinah: yeah

oliver: but im her grandfather

dinah: you can have more than one

[ree-duh]

[heysatanitsyourgirl]

I’m crying over the RHATO webtoon comic 😭

[winteringart]

Mamma mia, here we go again…

IMAGE ID: A copic marker horizontal illustration of Jade Nguyen, a French-Vietnamese young woman with incredibly long black hair and nails painted yellow wearing a green ao dai with yellow trim, holding/wrestling Roy Harper, a white Navajo young man with long red hair in a braid and a tattoo on his right upper arm wearing a red tank top with a black arrow pattern, red arm bands, red pants, a red domino mask, and black shoes. Jade is on top and has one of her arms across Roy’s back, the other on his shoulder. She crouches, while he’s turning over on the ground. He has one arm up on her forearm, the other down propping him up. His leg reaches out. They’re on the ground in front of orange cliffs, presumably Navajo Nation, in early morning. END ID.

@nonbatdcu

[theonlyblackcanary]

do you think jade (cheshire) x roy harper cpuld have worked on the arrowverse?

Absolutely! I loved their relationship in Young Justice and thought the Arrow writers could've had Roy be with Jade during Colton's hiatus.

[ofmagicandmusic]

The Dawn of Dangerous Affections - Jade/Roy

Word Count: 1.2k

Rating: T

Details: First Meetings, Undercover Missions, Assassins, Secret Relationship, Developing Relationship, Implied Sexual Content, Missing Scene, During Canon, Romance, Falling in Love

from “Shot Through the Heart: A Roy Harper Zine”

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It was supposed to be easy. Just an average mission, find the source of the drug trafficking and get info on a person involved. Two birds with one stone. Little did he know, things would be anything but simple, not for the rest of his life.

Or Roy's mission investigating Cheshire does not go as planned...

(Takes place before New Teen Titans(1986) Vol. 2 #20-21 showing how Jade and Roy met)

Read below or on Ao3

It was supposed to be easy. Just an average mission, find the source of the drug trafficking and get info on a person involved. Two birds with one stone. Little did he know, things would be anything but simple, not for the rest of his life.

The streets of Hong Kong were bustling at this hour. Between the masses of people, colorful signs, and his limited knowledge of Chinese, he almost missed their meeting point. Tucked between a warehouse and boarded up shop, he knew it was her. 

His shoes scuffed the concrete as he rounded the corner. Taking care to look casual, Roy continued towards his target.

He couldn’t deny she was beautiful. Her hair was long and full, glistening in the light from the streetlamps. The angle of her cheekbones was as sharp as her nails. She was gorgeous in a brutal sort of way like sunlight glinting off broken glass.

“Got the stuff?” She nodded and he handed her the cash, slipping it into her fingers out of sight of any passersby. Her eyes shone in the evening light as she passed him a small plastic bag. It felt strange going through this routine again, since he had no intention of using anything. But that’s what the CBI wanted, he was only there to be undercover, to use his past connections.

“Thanks.” His finger brushed his badge as he put the bag in his pocket with a glance over his shoulder.

“Same time and place next week?” The red of her lips matched the vibrant signs around them yet she spoke in a cool tone.

“Eager to see me again that soon?” He smirked. “We’ll see--as you can probably tell, I’m a bit of a tourist here.” Roy ran a hand through his hair that was a striking sunset in a sea of black. “You seem like someone who knows a good time, any recommendations nearby?”

The gun concealed at his ankle was suddenly heavy under her gaze.

“I know a place.” Her fingers flicked, pointing further down the road. Roy’s stomach jolted when she grabbed his arm, guiding him across the street past crowds and noisy vendors. Her nails traced the inside of his wrist.

“You can call me Cheshire in this line of work.” Her flingers slipped away, leaving Roy both relieved and disappointed. 

“Such mystery, I like that in a woman.” The corners of her mouth turned up at his words.

She turned around, pausing a couple doors down from a club. Red lanterns adorned with gold hung outside another restaurant, their light casting shadows under her cheekbones. There was something dangerous in her eyes, like animal stalking its prey; it was thrilling.

“Well, you’re certainly one yourself, Red.” She smiled like the edge of a knife. “Perhaps we should explore these mysteries together.” She ran her hand along his forearm, sending a tingle of pleasure through his skin.

“I was thinking the same thing.” He tilted his sunglasses down with bravado that came more from his heart pounding than his cover. The words slipped out of his mouth. 

“Join me for dinner?”

He could track her down to the trafficking operation another day. His job was to gather intel, and this counted, right? But he couldn’t let his guard down, she wasn’t one of the world’s most dangerous assassins for no reason.

But, if there’s anything Roy knew about himself, he was easily distracted by dangerously beautiful things and giving in to things he shouldn’t.

With hidden identities, secret missions, and deadly skill, they we as similar as they were different. But here in Roy’s hotel room, they could get away from all that.

They’d done this a few times now, days and weeks blending in a tangle of limbs. The morning sun laid down across the bed, caressing bare skin and fabric alike.

He didn’t ask what she did when she disappeared some nights; she never questioned what he was doing in Hong Kong. Delving into the mysteries of Cheshire was his favorite part of the trip so far, whether out dancing in clubs or with her legs wrapped around him.

Right now, she was resting her head on his chest, breath ghosting across his skin. Their bodies seemed to fit together perfectly, soft and sharp in all the right ways.

“Good morning, beautiful…” He ran a hand through her hair, fingertips brushing her skin.

“Call me Jade.”

The picture in her file had left her looking angular, but he could see the softness in her features now, the curve of her cheekbones, the warmth in her eyes. Jade. Like the precious stone so many have fought for. It was fitting for her.

“My new favorite color.” Roy smiled.

Her fingers found his, green talons wrapping around his calloused palms, but where her nails ended her skin was soft. Roy looked up quickly, meeting her amber eyes. Something kind flickered in her expression, and she smiled.

Jade. A pang of guilt flickered in Roy’s chest.

Though he knew the cruelty she was capable of—the CBI had a detailed list—it didn’t seem right to gain her trust like this. He almost wished they hadn’t met this way, that he really was just a tourist meeting a gorgeous woman abroad. That he could tell her his name and he could hear her say it throughout the night.

What if it could be just them, away from mistakes of the past? He pulled Jade closer, her shoulder blade fitting perfectly in his hand. Her body was warm against his and things felt right.

But that was probably just the lust talking. He couldn’t actually feel that way about her, a sociopathic international assassin.

Still, something ached at the thought of deluding her. Every time they went out for dinner or ended up at his hotel room, it itched at the back of his mind. Yet Roy couldn’t help but fall deeper into the charade; what was good for the mission was good for getting to know her better.

Her fingers circled the hair at the nape of his neck, slowly making their way to his head. He felt Jade shift, pulling his head closer until their lips met.

Something light fluttered in Roy’s chest as they kissed.

Her hand made its way onto his cheek and when they finally parted, he was sure that was the sweetest smile he had ever seen.

The man turned around in his chair slowly, rolling a cigarette between his fingers. 

“You surprised me Harper, you haven’t screwed up a mission till now, unlike some of our other agents.” He exhaled smoke alongside the insult, lips pursing into a frown.

“I put you on this case because I knew you could handle it and we needed it handled! You know how dangerous she is, how cruel.” Roy nodded, eyes downcast. “Now we have another assassin we’ve just let go, because you lost the trail.”

The man flipped through the file, “-- which I don’t know how you did with all the info we have in here.”

“I’m sorry Sir, I don’t know how it happened either.” Roy put his hand on the back of his neck sheepishly. “One moment she was there, then she was gone.”

Bare skin in the sunlight flashed in his mind. 

“I won’t let it happen again.”

[incorrectfabfifteen]

Hello, welcome to Incorrect Fab Fifteen, a blog about all things Silver Age Teen Titans! I've come up with the term Fab Fifteen to broadly refer to all of the members (which I'll explain below) as well as a natural expansion of the Fab Five (plus, it's better than just calling them the OG Teen Titans or the 70s Team).

For DC newcomers, don't be afraid of some of the comic terminology present, they'll make sense with more exposure.

Introducing: The Fab Fifteen!

Dick Grayson

Full name: Richard John "Dick" Grayson

Alter Ego: Robin I, Nightwing, Batman III, Red X

Birthday: March 20th

Love interests: Bette Kane (Pre-Crisis), Princess Koriand'r, Barbara Gordon, Helena Bertinelli (DCYou), Bea Bennett [There's probably more, feel free to send an ask so I can fix this]

Reading recs: The Judas Contract, The Cheshire Contract [collected as Nightwing: Old Friends, New Enemies], Nightwing Vol 1 by Chuck Dixon, Batman & Robin, The Black Mirror, New 52 Nightwing by Kyle Higgens

Wally West

Full name: Wallace Rudolph "Wally" West

Alter Ego: Kid Flash I, The Flash III

Birthday: January 16

Love interests: Donna Troy (Pre-NTT), Rachel Roth (🤨?), Frances Kane, Linda Park, Jesse Chambers

Reading recs: Born To Run, Savage Velocity, The Flash by William Messner-Loebs and Greg LaRoque, The Flash by Mark Waid, Flash Forward, The Flash by Jeremy Adams (especially The Return of Wally West and One-Minute War)

Donna Troy

Full name: Donna Hinckley Stacy Troy

Alter ego: Wonder Girl, Troia (Who Is Wonder Girl? until Total Chaos; JLA/Titans until Infinite Crisis; No Justice onwards), Darkstar (Zero Hour until Meltdown), Wonder Woman IV (Who Is Wonder Woman?)

Birthday: April 26

Love interests (oh boy): Dick Grayson (FORMERLY), Wally West (only during the Silver Age + some weird thing during DC Rebirth), Garth (Titans 2018 + Titans United), Roy Harper, Kyle Rayner

Reading recs: Who Is Wonder Girl? [Collected in The New Teen Titans Who is Donna Troy?], Wonder Woman By John Byrne Vol. 3, The Return of Donna Troy, Wonder Woman: Who is Wonder Woman?, Titans: The Spark and Into The Bleed

Garth

Full name: Prince Garth of Shayeris

Alter ego: Aqualad (also legal name until Crisis), Tempest

Birthday: March 6

Love interests: Donna Troy, Tula Marinus, Dolphin, Lilith Clay (temporary)

Reading recs: World's Finest: Teen Titans, Death of a Prince, Tempest by Phil Jimenez, Aquaman by Peter David, JLA: The Obsidian Age, Aquaman: Underworld

Roy Harper

Full name: Roy William Harper Jr.

Alter ego: Speedy, Arsenal, Red Arrow

Birthday: November 1

Love interests: Donna Troy, Jade Nguyen, Kendra Saunders

Reading recs: Snowbirds Don't Fly, The Cheshire Contract [Collected as Nightwing: Old Friends, New Enemies], Arsenal by Devin Grayson, Outsiders 2003, Justice League of America 2007, Infinite Frontier, Green Arrow 2023

Lilith Clay

Full name: Lilith Jupiter-Clay

Alter ego: Omen

Birthday: Not stated but her debut was November 18

Love interests: Gnarrk, Donald Hall, Garth, Bette Kane

Reading recs: The Terror of Trigon, Teen Titans by Dan Jurgens, Teen Titans: Life and Death, Titans Hunt (2015), Titans Rebirth

Mal Duncan

Full name: Malcolm Arnold "Mal" Duncan

Alter ego: Guardian (Pre-Crisis), Hornblower, Herald (Post-Crisis), Vox (Infinite Crisis until Flashpoint)

Birthday: Not stated

Love interests: Karen Beecher

Reading recs: Silver Age Teen Titans, Titans Hunt, Titans Rebirth, The Other History of the DC Universe #2

Fun fact: Mal Duncan was featured in the first interracial kiss in comics history with a goodbye kiss between him and Lilith!

Karen Beecher

Full name: Karen Beecher-Duncan

Alter ego: Bumblebee

Birthday: Not stated

Love interests: Mal Duncan

Reading recs: Silver Age Teen Titans, Titans Hunt, Titans Rebirth, The Other History of the DC Universe #2, Doom Patrol by Keith Giffen

Don Hall

Full name: Donald Hall

Alter ego: Dove

Birthday: Not stated

Love interests: Lilith Clay

Reading recs: The Hawk & The Dove, Silver Age Teen Titans, Crisis on Infinite Earths

Hank Hall

Full name: Henry "Hank" Hall

Alter ego: Hawk, Monarch (Armageddon 2001), Extant (Zero Hour until JSA)

Birthday: Not stated

Love interests: Dawn Granger, Ren Takamori

Reading recs: The Hawk and The Dove, Hawk and Dove: Ghosts & Demons, Hawk and Dove (1989), Birds of Prey (2010)

Dawn Granger

Full name: Dawn Marie Granger

Alter ego: Dove

Birthday: Not stated

Love interests: Hank Hall, Sal Arsala

Reading recs: Hawk and Dove: Ghosts & Demons, Hawk and Dove (1989), Birds of Prey (2010)

Duela Dent

Full name: Duela Dent

Alter ego: Joker's/Riddler's/Penguin's Daughter, Card Queen, Harlequin

Birthday: Not stated

Love interests: Earth-1 Dick Grayson, Earth-3 Dick Grayson

Reading recs: Silver Age Teen Titans, Teen Titans: Titans East

Bette Kane

Full name: Mary Elizabeth "Bette" Kane

Alter ego: Batgirl (Pre-Crisis), Flamebird (Post-Crisis, current mantle), Hawkfire (N52 Batwoman only)

Birthday: Not stated

Love interests: Dick Grayson (Pre-Crisis)

Reading recs: Teen Titans Vol 1 #50-53, Hawk and Dove Vol 3 Annual 1, Beast Boy (2000), DC's Legion of Bloom

Charley Parker

Full name: Charles Edmund "Charley" Parker (human name); Ch'al Andar (Thanagarian name)

Alter ego: Golden Eagle, Hawkman IV (Rise of the Golden Eagle)

Birthday: Not stated

Love interests: Kendra Saunders (I think?)

Reading recs: Hawkman: Rise of the Golden Eagle,

Tula

Full name: Tula Marinus

Alter ego: Aquagirl

Birthday: Not stated

Love interests: Garth

Reading recs: Tempest by Phil Jimenez, New 52 Aquaman, Mera: Queen of Atlantus, Aquaman by Kelly Sue DeConnick, Aquamen

So a special note: despite Beast Boy being a part of the Titans West (as well as appearing in the above photograph), they do not count as part of the Fab Fifteen, mainly because he's already part of the New Teen Titans. Also note that this acc won't be using the New 52 version of Duela Dent (although the Gotham Knights version is fine so feel free to send in any hcs about her)

Also you maybe be asking why Gnarrk's entry is below instead of with everybody else. That's because Gnarrk was never a Titan in the first place. Sure, he appeared as part of the title and was there when the Titans West was formed but he never actually joined the team at all. Gnarrk becoming a Titan became a thing when he was introduced following the New 52.

Gnarrk

Full name: Unknown

Alter ego: Caveboy

Birthday: Not stated

Love interests: Lilith Clay

Reading recs: Titans Hunt (2015), Titans Rebirth

Uhh, yeah, so that's the Fab Fifteen! Again, don't worry about this technical jargon if you're a newcomer and you just wanna look at the other posts, we're all here to have fun.

[simpingforheros]

Lover Man

Pairing: Roy Harper X Single Mom! Female! Reader

Summary: Roy Harper gave up on love after his relationship with Cheshire never went anywhere other than creating his bundle of joy that was Lian Harper. That was until she came knocking on his door.

Warnings: 18+, Minors Do Not Interact, Female Reader/Female Pronouns/ Female Anatomy, Fluff eventually turning into Smut, Strangers to Lovers, Close Proximity, Mentions of Drug Addiction, Implied Abuse, Heavy Make-Out Session, Dry Humping, Implied Breeding Kink, Roy Harper being our Gentle King ((only this time)).

A/N: Soooo I had another Roy fanfic written completely in the drafts…and I hated it 💀. So I rewrote it and here it is. It’s a wee bit longer than my normal fanfics and I wanted to add more fluff and more descriptive detail instead of just smut. Please leave me some comments if you like this or if you don’t lol. Thank you.

A/N: I got my own ginger so it makes me wanna write about my second favorite ginger since I hardly see writing for him outside of him being a throuple with Jason. Roy Harper is just as hot as Jason because man’s literally got himself out of a bad place just for his daughter 😭🥹. Our responsibility king. Also Lian is aged up to 7 years old in this.

Dividers >>>> @cafekitsune

Roy Harper was a hardworking man. He slaves over his small mercenary missions with the occasional events of saving the city in the mix of raising a 4 foot ball of energy all on his own. He felt exhausted most the time, but that exhaustion keeps him out of trouble. It also gets him out of any venture for a personal life.

Sure, Roy had the Outlaws who would swing by after missions just to hangout and drink, and the Titans make a rare appearance to visit their favorite niece. Even Ollie and Dinah would occasionally come by to visit. But, after Jade came and left him high and dry, his heart was hollow…

Lian was his whole world and stars. He never thought he could love someone as much as he loved his little girl. He dragged himself out of his drug addiction just so he can take care of her, and she should be enough to make the backbreaking labor enough.

However, he notices how the doodled Mother’s Day cards that used to litter the fridge for Jade began to dwindle as her eyes began to look longingly at the other parents who had two parents and a pair or two of siblings. Lian says she’s happy to live with her Dad, who was her bestest friend in the world, but the occasional crayon drawings say otherwise.

The stick figures of Lian and Roy with a faceless woman and another stick figure child making it very clear that Lian wanted a mother figure, or at least a sibling.

Maybe one day Roy can give it to her…but right now he was too tired.

“What do you mean you forgot??” Roy yells into the phone as he speed walks back to his apartment complex.

He should have known better than to ask Garfield to wait at his apartment for Lian to come home and babysit for a couple of hours while he went grocery shopping. This week has been hell on him. He’s been dealing with some of Black Mask’s crew trying to expand to Star City and when he would try to get some sleep, the noise of some new neighbors moving in woke him up constantly. This was really his only chance to go do anything and Beast Boy forgot to come.

“I asked you to do one thing, Gar! Be here and watch Lian until I got back. How can forget to watch a 7 year old girl?” Roy seethes as he walks into the main lobby and bolting up the stairs.

His heart was pounding with all the possible scenarios. He knows he’s overreacting, that she was just probably sitting by the locked door either entertaining herself or crying. But he also couldn’t help but be paranoid that she strayed off to go find him or someone snatched her up.

His worst fear coming to reality as he walks onto his floor and sees no one. He quickly gets to his door and jiggles the nob, feeling the secured lock.

Just as Roy was about to scream at Garfield again to relieve the unrelenting anxiety, the sound of a door opening behind him catches his attention as a familiar ring fills the static.

“Daddy!” Lian yells as Roy turns around, relief filling his body as he kneels down to greet the girl.

“Oh fuck, you scared me.” He says, as he sighs in relief. His strong arms holding the small girl tight to his chest.

“I’m sorry,” the girl mumbles with sympathy pooling in her dark eyes. “I was walking Wren and she wanted me to see her new room.”

‘Wren? Who’s Wren?’ Roy thought as he quirks his eyebrow just as movement catches his eyes again to the door.

Another little girl was standing in the door way to the apartment. She looked the same age as Lian with colorful ribbons in her hair and the matching Star Academy uniform on as Lian.

‘Another Star Academy student? There isn’t any other student living here…’

Then the realization that this was one of the new neighbors hits him as a taller figure appears behind Wren. Her voice throwing Roy in a trance as she scolds the girl.

“Wren, I told you to not stare. Especially at strangers.” Her voice gently but protective as she kept her eyes on Roy. Her hand already on her daughter’s shoulder as her daughter apologizes.

“I’m sorry, Mama. I wanted to see Lian’s Dad and see if I can come over…”

The woman was the same age as him from what he can tell. Healthy, glowing skin despite the dark bags under her eyes. Her hair glowed like a halo in the fluorescent light of the hallway despite the messy frizz of what he thought used to be a protective hairstyle that her work day destroyed. Her boxy scrubs doing noting to hide her figure as the familiar logo of Star City General Hospital shined brightly.

“Dad.” Lian’s inpatient voice cuts through his daze as he looks to his daughter.

“Huh?” He says as his daughter giggles.

“I said, can I show Wren my room? I wanna show her all my Bluey toys.” She says excitedly.

His eyes briefly flickering over to the other excited little girl before stating gently, “I have no problem with it, but did you ask Wren’s mom if she can.”

“Yea! Miss (L/N) said it was alright.” She says happily.

‘Miss? I guess she’s not married…’ he thought as he handed Lian his keys with a joking quip, “Don’r throw a party while I’m over here talking to Miss (L/N).”

The girls giggle before running over to Roy’s apartment and entering. Roy stands up to his full height as he gives the mother a smile. She returns it with her own as she says,

“Normally Wren is pretty shy, so I was happy to see she made friends with a good kid.” She says as she pushes some stray hair out of her face before offering him her hand. “I’m (Y/N) by the way.”

“Roy. Roy Harper.” He introduces himself as he shakes her hand. He couldn’t help but smile brighter as they pulled their hands away, proud that his daughter helped out a new kid.

“Lian doesn’t have much of a shy side to her. I blame it on her mom’s genetics.” He jokes with a soft chuckle.

“You and your wife must be proud.” She says softly as she props her hip against the doorframe.

“Oh no, I’m not married.” He corrects her as he nervously stuffs his hands in his pocket as he felt a pang of gloom over his heart. “It’s just me and Lian.”

Her eyes dropped as she crosses her arms over her chest as she mumbles, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to assume…”

“No, youre alright.” He assures her with a shrug. “Honestly, I should be apologizing for your first impression of me being my kid locked out of my apartment.”

She giggles as she waves him off as she says, “Lian told me that her normal babysitters weren’t in town and that ‘Uncle Gar’ was suppose to be here.”

“Yeaaa.” He groans as he defends himself. “I promise that i’m normally on top of the babysitting situation since I normally work nights.”

She nods as she says, “I understand. I have to find my own babysitter now that I moved across the country. I work days at the hospital.”

The idea seeming to strike them at the same time as both their little girls scream in delight as they play in the apartment over.

A compromise between two single parents.

The deal was easy and benefited both of them. Since she had to work 12 hour shifts on a 3 on, two off basis, (Y/N) would drop the girls off at school on her way to work, and Roy adjusted his “work” time so he can be home when they come home from school and babysit until Wren’s mom gets off from work.

When (Y/N) was off and Roy is working, She will keep both girls at her apartment and gets them ready for school in the mornings before they tag off.

During the rare occurrence that Roy had to go away on a “business trip”, the girls would just be with (Y/N) full time with Roy’s promise that it will only be a week and he will watch them when the weekend comes so she can rest.

This has been the routine for three months, and Roy enjoyed it more than he should. It felt great knowing that Lian was in capable, non vigilante hands when he was away and she had a female role model to who doesn’t fight crime in spandex.

Roy also adored Wren. She took a minute to break out of her shell, but she reminded him a lot of Jason. A quiet type who surprised him with her temper and mischief. He can see why (Y/N) is the kind of parent she is and how she easily keeps Wren and Lian in line.

Over the weeks, Wren and Lian became the dynamic duo of Star Academy. They did everything together and would cry if they couldn’t. The two even begged their respective parents for matching Bluey backpacks and sparkly shoes so they can match all the time. They even developed a cute habit of leaving colored drawings under the apartment doors for the other to find. The friendship was very heart warming and helped form the bond between their parents.

The two had a lot in common too. More than they expected.

“Wanna beer?” Roy offered as he stood up from the couch.

“No thank you.” She answers as she focuses on wrapping the present infront of her.

Tomorrow was Wren’s birthday, and while the girls are having a sleep over in Lian’s room, Roy and (Y/N) prepped for her birthday party.

“You sure, doll?” He says as he grabs a couple beers. He sits beside her and holds his open bottle near her as he jokes. “You gonna let me drink alone, and make me look depressed?”

Her eyes darken as she scoots away from him. The air turning cold as she snaps on him. “I said No, Roy.”

Roy immediately freezes before frowning in concern. He puts the beer on the coffee table as he whispers to her. “Hey, I’m sorry…”

Her eyes relax as her shoulders slump. She sighs softly as she mumbles. “No, I’m sorry…”

She reaches into her pocket a pulls out a familiar looking token and hands it to him. A 5 year sobriety coin. His brows shoot up as he looks at her in shock.

She giggles somberly as she says, “it’s not mine. It’s my Dad’s.”

She pulls her knees to her chest as she looks to the wall around the muted tv. Pictures lining the wall of Lian and Roy with some of just them or with friends. She smiles softly as she recounts.

“My dad was a bad alcoholic, but a good dad. He would take me with him everywhere he could and it would be like everyday was a good day. I was too young to realize he drank too much or he yelled at my mom a little too harshly.” She says as she picks at the material of her socked covered feet.

“It wasn’t until I got pregnant with Wren that he realized he had to sober up. He managed to stay clean for almost 6 years until a drunk driver hit him.” She chuckles sadly as she sees the irony in her dad’s death. “He even help me leave my ex who was also a bad drinker. I guess seeing my dad doing it my whole life, I thought it was normal…”

Her arms wrapping around herself before finally looking back at Roy. Her eyes meeting his green ones, her gaze watery as she wipes the tears away.

“I’m sorry, that was too much to put on you..” she said as her voice wavers a bit. “You can drink though I don’t-“

Roy gets up and takes his beers to the kitchen. Confused by his abruptness, she follows him, only to see him dumping out his open beer and starting to dump out the other one. She looks at him confused as he finishes dumping the liquid out before he pulls out his wallet and pulls out a coin.

He hands both coins to her as she reads the one he pulled out of his wallet. 7 years sobriety.

“You were…?” She mumbles is disbelief before he answers.

“Yep, former heroine addict…” he says as he leans back against the counter. His arms flexing as he crosses his arms over his chest. His eyes shining with seriousness as he says,

“I understand why your dad got help. I did the same thing when I found out about Lian, and I don’t ever wanna do anything that can jeopardize giving her a better life than I had…”

An emotion crosses his face that makes her nervous but excited as he admits.

“And I don’t want to do anything that would drive you out of mine.”

“Please, (Y/N)!” Lian begs as Wren stands behind her with her puppy dog eyes shining behind her.

Those were the famous last words that were said when Lian and Wren convinced her to allow them to go to a slumber party while Roy was out of town. (Y/N) didn’t see the harm since it was Friday night and the girls had been good. Besides, Roy was supposed to be home late tonight so he can enjoy his Saturday morning resting.

It was a good idea. Or at least that’s what she thought before she got mugged on her way home from dropping off the girls.

The woman didn’t see it coming when she was snatched off the street and pinned to an alley wall as a disgust voice coos at her.

“Easy, Babygirl.” The masked man purrs as his dirty finger nails digged into her arms. “Just give me your purse and we can both walk away happy.”

“Fuck off!” She says as she tries to yank away from him .

“Now don’t be such a-!” His growl interrupted as the swoop of air shoots between them. She looks to where it lands and sees a red arrow buried into the wall behind them. The mugger was the first to look back to where it came from before gasping,

“Arsenal? What’s he doing here?” He curses as he pulls (Y/N) in front of him, making the struggling woman a human shield. “I’m armed, and I’m not afraid to hurt the bitch!” He says as he pulls out a knife and holds it to her neck.

(Y/N) only heard about the vigilante through the news. Apparently he used to be Green Arrow’s sidekick before he went solo for some reason and he was a rough guy. He works with the Red Hood who was known for killing criminals so she understood why the man was scared as a figure dropped down from a rooftop with his bow ready to shoot.

Her panic setting in as the bite of the blade was pressed hard to her neck, the anxious blade knicking her. Her panic eyes were set on the archer as she watches him slowly approach.

He looked…familiar. His height and built was impressive despite him being more on the leaner side and his features not obstructed by his sunglasses and hat reminded her of Roy…

“Let the girl go.” Arsenal warns the burglar. His voice was deep, but it didn’t sound natural. It was like he was trying to make his voice sound different. “You’re just pissing me off more and I’m gonna end up breaking your eye socket in.”

The criminal trembles before deciding the best escape plan. He grabs ahold of her purse before throwing her in Arsenal’s direction. Unprepared to the violent shove, (Y/N) falls to the ground before the vigilante can catch her. Her yelp filling space as the hero kneels down beside her to make sure she wasn’t stabbed.

“Hey, you alright?” He says as he scans her body for any serious injury.

She pushes herself up, cringes as her wrist throbs. His large gloved hands on her back and shoulder as he helps her stand when she notices his exposed arm. A familiar faded green tattoo visible on his bicep as the pieces fall together.

“Roy?…” She asks as she looks up Arsenal. Despite his eyes being covered, she can tell he was looking at her in a panic that she figured him out.

“Yea…” He confirms before looking behind her as he realizes the motherfucker stole her purse. He pulls his aviators down to the bridge of his nose, his eyes shining in concern as he mumbles to her.

“Go home. I’ll meet you there so we can talk about it.”

The look in his eyes and the pounding adrenaline makes her fear melt away as she nods her head.

“Okay.”

The throbbing pain in her wrist didn’t stop when she finally made it back to her apartment building, acting as her anchor as the revelation that Roy’s secret night job was him being a Robin Hood copycat.

Thinking back on it, she should have figured he wasn’t a normal guy. Constant bruises, noticeable limps, and stolen ibuprofen were a routine in their life.

The thought made her stop for a second in the stair way.

Their life. The one they shared for months basically together. At first it was just two single parents helping each other out while their daughters bonded. Then her and Roy began to get close, close enough to where they were constant in each other’s apartments as the other child was.

Now he saved her life…maybe he already did that the first day in the city and she babysat a kid she didn’t know…

As she reaches the arch way between the two apartments, her hands searches her pockets for her keys when disappointment answers her.

The keys were in her purse.

With a sigh, she decides to sit on the ground besides Roy’s door as she waits. (Y/N) curls herself into a ball with her knees to her chest as she felt the familiar feeling of exhaustion nipping her eyelashes.

(Y/N) was a hard working woman. When she wasn’t working herself like a dog in the Emergency Room, she was handling a 4 foot ball of attitude. She didn’t have time for any ventures outside of that. She loves Wren with all her heart, but that doesn’t help the hollow part of her heart from throbbing…maybe someday she can give Wren a father who’s worth something. But right now, she was too damn tired.

The door opens behind her as she jumps awake. The woman didn’t even realize she almost fell asleep, but a warm hand opens in front of her as she looks up.

Roy was standing in front of her now. A grey zip up was pulled over his shoulders to cover his costume as her purse hanged on his arm. His soft smile made her stomach flutter as he breaks the silence.

“I guess I got some explaining to do…”

She doesn’t respond right away. Instead she gives him her hand and stands up with his help. Her injured wrist cradled to her chest as they enter the apartment. The movement still felt natural despite the circumstances. Roy didn’t even have to ask about her arm to know she needed first aid on her wrist.

He tended to her sprained wrist as he tells her his life story. She already knew about the general events of his childhood and his life with Oliver Queen, but didn’t know he was a sidekick turned mercenary. The whole story made her head spin as she thought about the man tending to her as a boy wearing yellow and red spandex and managing to attract a female assassin who was Lian’s actual mother…

“So…” Roy says as he expects some sort of reaction out of her.

“So… You are a vigilante…Ollie and Dinah are too.” She recounts as she rubs her bandaged wrists. “And your ex is an assassin…”

(Y/N) sighs before looking at the nervous ginger fidgeting in his seat. His nerves were haywire.

‘What if she leaves?’

‘What if she doesn’t want anything to do with me or Lian anymore?”

‘Is she gonna keep Wren from Lian and Me?’

“Okay”

The phrase makes Roy’s neck snap was he blinks wildly at her. His heart pounding as he scans her completely calm face with a soft smile on her face as she giggles at his baffled expression.

“Okay? That’s all you gotta say?”

“I mean sure I’m not a fan of the whole putting yourself in danger shtick, but if that’s the only downside to you, then I’m okay with it.” She says calmly before giving him a serious glare. “Just as long as the girls are never endangered.”

Roy couldn’t help but fall out of his chair and on his knees infront of her as he laughs. His hands pulling her into his lap as he enjoys the chill of relief as his body yearns for the reassurance of her touch. It wasn’t until he cupped her face that he realized just how intimate their position was.

Definitely not something friends should be doing….

But are they just friends?

“Roy…” She mumbles. Her eyes speaking to his soul as the exhaustion and months of connecting and yearning reach the apex. Or maybe it was the reflection of his own feelings bubbling up as he moves her hair away from her face.

“I promise I’ll never let anything happen to you or our girls…I can’t afford to lose them…or us.”

The first move wasn’t clear. The blur of teeth and tongue distracting him as their hands held the pair close. His hands adjusting her to straddle his lap as hers ran through his hair and over his strong shoulders. His mouth trailing down her jawline and caresses her throat as her hips began to grind into his.

“Aw, poor thing…” Roy coos as his hips rolled to meet hers. His eyes shining with adoration as he marks her smooth skin. “How long has it been since anyone took care of you?”

She rolls her eyes at his teasing before pulling his head back by his hair. “When was the last time you got took care of, Red?”

He glares playfully with a smirk as he says, “Don’t call me Red.”

She giggles as she presses a soft kiss to his cheek before trailing along his jawline. Her breath burning his soul as she whispers, “Then how about…baby?”

He rips her back away by her nape before crashing his lips onto hers. The desperation dewing the walls around them as their soft moans and movement of clothes made their company.

His hands hungry as he finally pulls away from her long enough to push off her sweatshirt. A groan of appreciation fills the space as he admires her body. Every visible scar, freckle, mole, stretch mark, and roll made him want to explore every story that lead her to his arms. But that’s for another time.

His mouth watered as he looks back up at her.

“So pretty, Ma…”

His prayer is followed by his mouth devouring her skin as he kisses her collarbone. Her feathery moans filling the space while his hands caresses her exposed torso. He trails down to the valley of her breasts before pushing the offending bra up so they spill out. Roy couldn’t resist kissing around her sensitive skin, teasing her as her hands tangle in the mess of ginger on his head.

“Baby please…” she whines as her hips roll impulsively on his.

Her underwear was impossibly uncomfortable. Her body burning like iron as her intimate parts tried to cool down. The friction of her jean covered core against the rough tackle gear of his suit did not help as his hand began to grope her other breast.

His chuckle vibrates against the globe of fat as his fingers pinch the stiffening nub.

“Can’t wait to get me in bed? My, you certainly are a romantic.”

Before she can shoot back at him, he withdraws completely from her chest and his hands roughly cup her thighs. In a swift motion, Roy picks her up as he stands up from the floor. The pair share a soft laugh as her brief shock and his amusement leads them to his bedroom.

Once he places her on the bed, (Y/N) sheds off her sweatshirt and bra as Roy whistles in appreciation.

“I love when you strip for me.” He jokes as lust clouded his vision. “Can you do that again but slower?”

She glares at him as she leans back onto her hands as she tilts her head. Mischief fills her eyes as she examines him up and down with her lip between her teeth.

“Then how about you put a show on for me since you want one?” She teases.

His smirk widens as he decides to follow her suggestion. Roy rolls his shoulders back before reaching to slowly unzip the jacket covering his suit. Making a show of pulling it off his arms before twirling it over his head and tossing it.

Laughing follows his movements as he slowly strips off his gear as her hungry and amused eyes followed every rolling muscle exposed to her.

“Damn…” She whispers as a nearly nude Roy begins to crawl on the bed towards her. His prominent bones straining against his boxers as she continues. “And I wondered why you didn’t have a girlfriend…”

He laughs as he cages her in his arms. His ginger hair acting as a curtain over his forehead as he shrugs above her. “Maybe I was waiting on the right one.”

Their lips meet again as their hands began to map out each other. Soon all the rest of the clothes joined the floor.

His erection bobbing between them as his eyes remains trained on hers. His fingers trailing down to her exposed sex, groaning as he runs a finger between her folds.

“Already wet? And without foreplay?” He asks as faux sympathy plays on his face. “My darling clearly neglected that she gets wet from a few kisses…”

“I’m not neglected…” She protests before she whimpers as the bite from his finger entering her unused cunt hits her.

“I wasn’t talking body you directly, baby.” He corrects as his finger thrusts softly along her fleshy walls. The lewd sounds of her moans mixed with her wet sex made him melt as she begs,

“Fuck…quit teasing already, you bastard…”

He decides to oblige by adding another finger to speed up his pace. The thumb on the other hand joining the fun as it rubbed patterns into her puffy clit.

“I got get you all nice and ready..” Roy mumbles as he leans down to press soft kisses on her stomach up to her breasts. The mixture of gentle pecks mixed with the harsh stimulation below driving his lover insane as her hips arched to meet his hands.

“You deserve all that I can give for being such a good mom .” He praises her as he feels her walls clench around his knuckles when he finds the spongy mass he was searching for.

He contradicts himself by abusing that with archer like precision as the coil roughly tightens in her gut. (Y/N)’s gasps and cries desperate for the climax as she grips the hard flesh of his back. Just as she was reaching the peak, he stops.

“Asshole!” She curses at him as he pulls out of her. He chuckles before licking the tip of his soiled finger. Her eyes burning onto his mouth as he groans at the taste.

“Sweet as I thought..” he praises as he uses the hand to pump his cock. He climbs on top of her as he continues. “I’m gonna have to have a better taste next time, but I need you too bad right now…”

She calms her raging breaths as she smiles softly. “Next time?”

Roy pulls her legs up to her chest as he hooks her ankles on his shoulders. His red hot tip played with her clit as he rubs it through her soaked folds. He chuckles at her hopeful voice as he leans down to press a soft peck to her lips.

“Of course,” Roy whispers as his tip catches the entrance. “I don’t think I can go back to being friends after this..”

He slowly pushes into her as her hands shoot onto him as best she could. With her legs pinned to her chest, she can only grasp his bicep and his lower back as she is forced to endure the painful stretch of her neglected cunt welcoming him.

A groan ripping in his throat as he finally seats himself fully into her before peppering kisses on her face.

“Was gonna ask you out on a nice date without the kids around…gonna see if we would be a good fit.” He mutters as his mind seems to run on blanks. His hips rolling to gain some friction in the tight confines of her walls.

Her little breathless moans encouraging him as Roy begins to thrust shallowly to work her open before he pulls out almost completely. He slams back into her befor continuing his non coherent comment.

“But fuck…I don’t regret this. God, if I knew you would look so fucking hot in my bed…” He groans as his head dips to bite along her neck. “And your pussy is so tight…It’s driving me crazy. I wonder how a sweet thing like you could like me…”

His cock messaging all the right nerves in her as (Y/N)’s nails clawed into him. Her moans turning to incoherent shrieks as his tip abuses her spot, remembering exactly where it was when he found it earlier. Her guts twisting at both the words and his abusing pace. The denied orgasm from earlier building back up as her desperation grew wilder.

“God, Roy…So full…so good.”

Fuck she looked pretty. Her lips wet with tears and sip as she cries. Her eyes blown out in addictive lust and watery tears. Roy couldn’t help but cup her jaw in his hand and kisses her. The now familiar taste of mint and nicotine making her more addicted as his tongue claimed every inch of hers. He pulls away as his groans start matching her whines as his hand snakes between them to rub her clit.

“Honey, I may have to fuck a baby into you…” He mumbles as he buries his face in her neck. Her walls responding in a vice grip as he roughens his pace to meet their impending climax. “You like that, pretty girl? Want me to knock you up and give Wren and Lian a little sibling? Give you a nice big family with a white picket fence? God, you’re such a sweet thing that I wouldn’t mind keeping you as my pretty little girlfriend…”

“Roy!” She whines as her body shakes. Her walls closing in on him as she finally reaches her peak. Her eyes rolling back as stars cross her vision before Roy slams into her one more time as his hot cum fills her welcoming womb.

The pair remain still for a moment as soft pecks were exchange. Roy gently pulls out before he helps his love stretch back out. His hands massaging her thighs before grabbing his abandoned jacket to wipe her thighs and himself clean.

“You wanna go out tomorrow?” Her cracked voice catching the archer off guard before he smiles.

“With or without children?”

“Without. They are at a sleep over and gonna go to the zoo tomorrow with their friends.”

“Then it’s a date.”

A/N: Okay I didn’t know how to end this because Ngl I was tired on working on this tbh. I hope y’all enjoyed reading this and let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs are encouraged.

@simpingforheros fanfic. I DO NOT CONDONE MY WORKS TO BE STOLEN, PLAGIARIZED, COPIED, REPOSTED, OR TRANSFERRED ONTO OTHER BLOGS, ACCOUNTS, AND WEBSITES.

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hello friends I come to you today with a humble offering born of my deep and intense passion for 1. nerd shit with a lot of detailed lore and 2. sorting shit into lists. maybe this will be helpful to people who are looking to dip a toe into the water but do Not want to do the Background Thinking involved or maybe this will just be for me but either way I am proud to present to you:

Brief and Helpful Sorting System for DC Universe Heroes

ft. primary and significant families/individuals, origins, and summary of powers/abilities

Supers

OG: Superman (a.k.a. Kal-El / a.k.a. Clark Kent)

Significant family: House of El/Kent family

Significant members: Superboy I (a.k.a. Kon-El / a.k.a. Conner Kent), Superboy II (a.k.a. Superman / a.k.a. Jon-El / a.k.a. Jonathan Kent), Supergirl (a.k.a. Kara Zor-El / a.k.a. Kara Danvers), Power Girl (a.k.a. Kara Zor-L / a.k.a. Karen Starr), Bizzaro, Steel (a.k.a. John Henry Irons)

Members of/descended from alien race from the planet Krypton. Earth’s sun gives them powers that include impenetrable skin, x-ray vision, heat vision, enhanced senses, frost breath, and super strength (among others. notably Kon got a bonus special power called Tactile Telekinesis which basically lets him interact with and move anything as long as he’s touching something that’s touching it. TTK kicks ass and Kon is my special child)

Bats and Birds

OG: Batman (a.k.a. Bruce Wayne)

Significant family: The Waynes

Some notes to clear things up: Bats and Birds pass around names and titles like they’re coffee mugs in the break room at work. Some people will be mad that I’ve included Birds with Bats and to those people I say a robin is a bird more than a huntress is so I will not be making distinctions.

The two things that unite them are 1. almost all of them are reg-lee-er ass humans with no superpowers. just stubbornness a lot of physical training and brainpower and 2. they work in Gotham City (and its baby sister city Blüdhaven). Okay onto membership (I’m sorry this is so long this isn’t even really all of them)

Nightwing (a.k.a. Robin I / a.k.a. Batman III / a.k.a. Dick Grayson-Wayne), Red Hood (a.k.a. Robin II / a.k.a. Red Robin (briefly) / a.k.a Jason Todd-Wayne), Red Robin (a.k.a. Robin III / a.k.a. Tim Drake-Wayne), Spoiler (a.k.a. Robin VI / a.k.a. Batgirl III / a.k.a. Stephanie Brown), Robin V (a.k.a. Batman IV / a.k.a. Damian al Ghul-Wayne), Oracle (a.k.a. Batgirl I / a.k.a. Barbara Gordan), Black Bat (a.k.a. Batgirl II / a.k.a. Orphan / a.k.a. Cassandra Cain-Wayne), The Signal (a.k.a. Duke Thomas-Wayne), Catwoman (a.k.a. Selena Kyle), Huntress (a.k.a. Helena Bertinelli), Batwoman (a.k.a Kate Kane)

Amazons

OG: Wonder Woman (a.k.a. Diana Prince)

All-female warriors descended from the gods, living primarily on the magically-hidden island of Themyscria

Powers: Super strength, invulnerability, various other powers granted by their godly patrons

Members: Wonder Girl I (a.k.a. Donna Troy), Wonder Girl II (a.k.a. Cassie Sandsmark), Queen Hippolyta, Artemis Bana-Mighdall (a.k.a. Requiem)

Speedsters

OG: The Flash (a.k.a. Barry Allen)

Significant families: Allens and Wests

Powers: Connection with the Speedforce, which binds time and space. Superspeed, (occasionally) time travel, ability to phase through solid objects

These mfs also throw names around like they’re toys

Members: Flash I (a.k.a. Jay Garrick), Kid Flash I (a.k.a. The Flash II / a.k.a. Wally West), Impulse (a.k.a. Kid Flash II / a.k.a. Bart Allen)

Arrows

OG: Green Arrow (a.k.a. Oliver Queen)

Family: Queen family

Like the Bats, mostly just human, but. ya know. archers. less detective-y. no batarangs.

Members: Black Canary (a.k.a. Dinah Lance), Arsenal (a.k.a. Red Arrow / a.k.a. Speedy I / a.k.a. Roy Harper), Connor Hawke (a.k.a. Green Arrow II), Arrowette (a.k.a. Cissie King Jones), Speedy II (a.k.a. Mia Dearden), Cheshire Cat (a.k.a. Lian Harper)

Green Lantern Corps

OG: Hal Jordon

Magic ring powered by emotion (green rings = will) and recharged by special lantern. Can create constructs based solely on one’s own imagination. Green Lanterns are deputized across the galaxy to protect and serve as pseudo-ambassadors.

Other (Earth-originating) Green Lanterns: Alan Scott, Kyle Rayner, Guy Gardner, John Stewart, Jessica Cruz

Atlanteans

OG: Aquaman (a.k.a. King of Atlantis / a.k.a. Arthur Curry)

Powers: Take a guess

if you guessed water powers you would be correct

But fr tho, they can control water, breathe underwater, and also talk to sea life and (to a certain extent) compel them. Some also have unique powers based on their physiology

Members: Mera (a.k.a. Queen of Atlantis), Tempest (a.k.a. Aqualad I / a.k.a. Garth), Aqualad II (a.k.a. Aquaman II / a.k.a. Kaldur'ahm / a.k.a. Jackson Hyde)

now. is this list at all comprehensive? no. are there Important Characters who are not on this list because they're a solo hero/don't fit in to a nice neat box with other heroes? yes. apologies to all whose blorbos I did not include. hopefully tho! this gives you a jumping-in point/reference guide to characters iffin you wanna dip your toe into the DCU. it's a disaster in here but canon is so big and has been overwritten a few times which means the sandbox is SO LARGE. come play with us!!

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The Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds Chapter 11

𓅪 After not hearing from Roy or Jason for five years, you suddenly find yourself taking in extra income as a babysitter for Roy and Jason's child.

𓅪 Rated: M | TW: panic attack | 8k includes: aftermath of bombing, cooking w jason and lian, hurt comfort, xbox w roy, jayroy smut, ANSWERS- FINALLY! (maybe ;p)

fem!Reader x Jason Todd x Roy Harper [masterlist]

Chapter 11: Bambi | ao3 - wattpad

A few days later, they get you everything you've asked for, along with your favorite ice cream and two bottles of Moscato. You roll your eyes when you see the latter, picking up the post-it-note attached to them that reads: ‘drink responsibly ;p’

Fucking Roy, you shake your head and close the fridge with your hip. 

At the very least, you're grateful you won’t have to go grocery shopping for them again.

The past few days, they'd been in and out with Damian, but either Jason or Roy would stay with you and Lian when the other left.

You hate and love being doted on like this, but mostly you just hate that you need this much protection. A bombing is a serious matter, after all. God, what kind of sentence is that? You snort humorlessly to yourself as you take in your odd predicament.

It seemed someone had bombed your apartment with the intention of killing you, but who'd want to do that? It's too targeted to be random; you know that much, but none of your digging has brought anything up so far.

It's you and Jason today. He's currently FaceTiming Roy with his headphones in, seemingly talking about possible leads on what happened. The police hadn’t even reached out for a report or anything, which was more disturbing and led you and everyone else to believe the cops had already been bribed off, but by who, exactly?

The cards are stacked against you and all you can do is sit by and watch.

“How long did it take the two of you to get through this shit?” You hold up the piece of paper you'd written for them toward the camera so Roy can see what you're talking about. You're seriously impressed they’d managed to get everything you need. 

Roy shoots you a Cheshire grin through the screen of Jason’s phone. “Babe, I’m flattered you think I got you that shit. If you let me loose in a store, do you really think I’d get anything remotely close to what you put on that list? No, ma’am, shit was all him,” he says pointing directly into the lens.

Roy then turns to the side with a smirk as he looks off-screen, giving you a drool-inducing view of his cutting jawline. Meanwhile, Jason blushes at being caught. 

“You still remember what ice cream I like?” It’s more of a statement than anything because you really can’t believe it. 

He looks at you, actually looks at you and it catches you completely off guard. “You practically lived with my family. Of course, I remember.” 

His deep green eyes meet your own, making it seem as if all the years have been torn away like wrapping paper. Aside from the one night in the dark of the moonlight, when was the last time you’d been able to look into them like this? No, you don’t want to remember how long it’s been. 

It's like a constant game of tug of war. 

One moment, you feel like you have a handle on the situation enough to understand what's going on, then they'll say something or do something that flips everything on its head.

You sleeping in their bed, the domesticity of the entire situation, Jason remembering your favorite shit… But there are still too many walls, too many unsaids and unanswered questions, coupled with the fact that you still somehow feel like an outsider.

Eventually, answers will have to surface. 

“If that’s all it takes to impress you, you might want to up your standards, babe.”

Always back to humor.

You give a light smile and focus back on Roy on the screen, who's squinting in the sun. You can tell he’s trying to shade the screen because his fingers keep accidentally blocking the camera. 

Jason and Roy go back to chatting about their days and Lian when a thought occurs to you.

“How are you guys going to fuck if I’m here?” you ask suddenly.

Jason spits out the coffee he’d just taken a sip of while Roy hacks similarly over the speaker. 

“Jesus, princess,” Roy wheezes and looks around, shaking the camera in the process.

“What? I’m quite literally sleeping between the two of you and I doubt you get much alone time as it is with a kid.” They're too busy staring dumbfounded at you to respond. “Seriously! It’s a genuine concern. I already feel so imposing.”

“Again, you’re not imposing,” Jason says and nudges you, forcing you to look up at him. “Seriously.”

You nod and look at Roy, who’s wearing a shit-eating grin. “What’s wrong with your face?” you ask.

“I’m just thinking about you thinking about us fucking,” Your face scrunches up in disgust at his admission but offer nothing further because, hell, that was what happened- how can you deny it? “Oh, this is good,” Roy snickers and you feel him looking directly at you as if he were in the room. “This is so good.”

“Can you just shut up for once?” you huff with a roll of your eyes. You look over at Jason when you feel him tense against you. “What?” A quick look at Roy shows he’s in the same flustered state. “What’d I say?”

“Nothing,” Jason manages and keeps his focus completely on Roy, whose shit-eating grin only continues to grow.

“What are you two about to get up to while I’m gone?” His fiery eyebrows wiggle up and down animatedly until Jason quite literally hangs up.

You throw your head back and laugh, “You’re such a fucking asshole to your boyfriend.” You watch together as Roy spams Jason’s phone with numerous failed FaceTime attempts on top of chains of crying and broken heart emojis. “Holy fuck, never mind. I understand now.”

It’s Jason’s turn to laugh as he shoots Roy a quick ‘love you’ text before silencing his phone.

Before he can hide it, you manage to catch a few of their previous messages and try to make sense of what you see. ’Two Face,’ ‘bomb’ and ‘organization’ stick out to you, but Jason’s quick to shield it from you as soon as he catches sight of you looking. 

You sheepishly glance up at him for being caught. “I take it you have some info?” you try.

“Like you haven’t already been doing your own research.” His eyes narrow slightly at you as he analyzes your reaction. 

You merely shrug. Of course you’ve been using your skills to look around for some kind of paper trail, but so far, nothing has come up.

“When the time comes, we might need your help.”

“What does that even mean, ‘when the time comes?’” you huff in annoyance. “You know, I’m getting pretty tired of this back and forth and vagueness. Do you have information or not?”

“No,” he lies easily. You turn away to prevent him from seeing the tears that begin to well up. Why does everything have to be so confusing? So forbidden, yet feels somehow obtainable at the same time. It's a constant game of tug of war in the cruel purgatory you've been trapped in with them for five years. Jason says your name, “Look at me,” he demands but you remain turned away. You try to move away, but your thighs still press against his on the couch. “Don’t be a fucking brat about this. It’s for your own good- for your safety,” he tries, no pleads, but you refuse to listen. 

“For my own good? Fuck you,” you spit, turning back around to shove your finger into his firm chest. “I’ve been doing shit on my own, by the way, for as long as I can remember. I don’t need to save me like some white fucking knight over shit that I know I can handle just as well.” It’s hard to miss the intensity of rage behind your eyes. “If anything, there’s no ‘might. You will need me.” 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” your name is hollow on his tongue as it pierces you with a calculated coldness. “It has to be this way.”

You curse but allow him to turn your head easily. You stare into his tender gaze, leaving your stomach to swirl as your fucked up game of tug of war continues.

"You're no martyr, Jason." 

He ignores your jab, eyes searching yours for something you don’t know how to give him. “I can’t see you hurt again.”

It’s so simple and yet rings out deeply in your aching chest.

You frown, knowing exactly what he's referring to. Sure, the street thugs, coffee shop robbery and apartment bombing have all been scary, but the Wayne Gala with the Joker all those years ago is what he always seems stuck on.

He leans into you, tracing gently at your throat where the lunatic had carved your scar, his calloused fingers tickling you in their wake. Your eyes flutter into a half-lidded gaze as his eyes rise from the patchy inverted triangle to your lips. 

“There’s always some reason,” your voice is a whisper in the quiet of their living room as it trails off. 

The coffee machine bubbles and whirs as it brews, but aside from that, neither you nor Jason seems to know how to break the awkward silence that currently resounds.

“Some reason for what?” his low voice reverberates in a gravelly tone that has you shifting uncomfortably in arousal.

Some reason we can’t be together. 

Some reason we can’t be open with each other. 

“Nothing,” you shake your train of thought in lieu of leaning in further to test just how close he'll let you get, “it’s nothing.”

His eyes start to close as yours do. It helps you momentarily forget how fucked up this entire situation is for Roy as you both lean in.

You tilt your head first and he follows in a slow, meaningful dip that steals your breath away. Your heart pounds rapidly against your chest as you meet his approaching warmth with your own, allowing your eyes to slip shut just before your lips meet.

Are you dreaming?

“Tell me you want this,” his gruff voice fans temptingly across your mouth.

You keep your eyes shut, allowing your eyelashes to flutter against his cheeks before responding, “I never took you for an idiot, Jason.” 

“Oh, really?”

“How much more obvious could I be?” You open your eyes slightly, backing away, but he refuses to let you. He quickly pulls you back in, his gentle hands caressing the sides of your face as he gently rests his forehead against yours. “Hell, we’ve been like an Austen novel ever since you screamed at me all those years ago.”

“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?” he chuckles lightly. “‘M sorry about that, babe.” 

“No, I know,” you reassure him as you search for something, anything, to stop you from finally closing the distance. 

It’s Lian’s loud whine, though, that ultimately pulls you away from each other as if you’ve both been simultaneously struck by lightning. 

“Mommy, I’m hungry,” she complains as she tramples over to the couch to plop down with crossed arms between the newly created space between you and Jason.

You nearly choke at the same time Jason says, “Woah.”

You look at each other as her words sink in, then quickly look away with burning cheeks that match Jason’s own. His eyes follow you as if waiting for a response, but how are you supposed to know how to do something like that? 

It isn’t like Jason's correcting her or anything. Is it your job to? 

You get up and go to the kitchen in lieu of a response to start searching for something to make, all while Jason’s large presence follows behind you like a shadow. 

“You’re actually going to cook for once?”

“Don’t make me regret it,” his voice is still low and thickly coated in arousal. You feel yourself clench around the steady supply of slickness that had accumulated from your intimate moment together on the couch.

You open their fridge and bend over slowly, accentuating your ass on purpose as you arch down towards the bottom drawer to pull out a shit ton of sauces and the fresh ginger and cilantro Jason had gotten for you. Meanwhile, he turns on the stove. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” 

Lian comes up to tug at your leggings. “Can I have pizza, please?”

“Lian, you’re killin’ my Thai vibes.”

“Was Thai?” She wrinkles her nose at the ingredients in your hands as you dump them on the kitchen island. “Is it good?”

You nod and lift her up onto the island to help you add the liquid ingredients into the stock pot, “Especially because you helped make it, right?” 

“Oh, yeah,” she boasts proudly to Jason as you hand her a spoonful of oyster sauce to add, “I’m a soup chef.”

“Sous chef,” you correct her gently.

“Yes, soup chef.” She looks at Jason with a seriousness no four-year-old should possess as she takes the lemon grass stocks next to her and dumps them into the pot. “It means I help cook.”

“You’re a very good soup chef, then.” Jason takes her tiny hand and places it under his bulky, scared one as he helps her scoot the ginger and onions he’d just cut in with the rest of the ingredients. “That’s a good girl.”

You inadvertently blush at his praise and turn around to focus on preparing the chicken, but you feel Jason’s heavy gaze on you. You have half a mind to turn around and flip him off, but think better of it if only for Lian. 

He knows exactly what he's doing.

“Thank you, daddy.” 

His deep chuckle reverberates as you refuse to meet his gaze and moves the pot from the kitchen island to the stovetop, sideling up right next to you. Much to your chagrin, it appears like he has no plans of letting your flustered state go unnoticed. You feel his body press against yours, relishing in the shared contact like the touch-deprived heathen you are. He looks down at you with a heated eyes as you press further into his immovable muscular form.

You’re both pushing into each other’s sides when the door clicks open and Roy walks in. 

“Oh damn.”

Both you and Jason look over to Roy at the door, but your mouth quickly drops at the sight of Roy in a tank top and low-hanging sweats.

It’s only as he sets down his duffle bag that you notice his towel strategically covering his prosthetic.

Why won’t he just show it to you already? 

Does he really think you're so shallow that you'll think differently of him?

He smirks. Instead of the usual cheeky one, it borders on wicked. 

He watches as you follow his every movement and lifts up the hem of his shirt to wipe at the sweat on his face to tease you. It seems that Jason’s annoyed ‘tch’ only spurs him on further because he then shoots a coy wink your way.

“Where were you at again?” It comes out breathier than you’d like, but holy shit is he putting on a show. 

“Gym?” he tries while you openly continue to eye up his glistening muscles. Eventually, Jason’s seen enough and flicks red curry paste on your nose.

“Hey!” you exclaim. You reluctantly rip your eyes from Roy to whip around and smack Jason across the face with a huge splash of soy sauce.

He snickers as he wipes at the remnants of your salty assault, “Fuck you, babe. That's for hitting on my boyfriend.”

“I was not!” you insist as you hurl the leftover ginger root at him, but he catches it easily and throws it back at you. “Ow!”

Jason looks you over smugly. “Never use a weapon against someone you wouldn’t want them using back on you,” he remarks smartly as Roy grabs Lian out of the line of fire with a wide grin.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you lament at the same time Jason slips across the kitchen on leftover soy sauce. He uses this momentum, however, to trap you against the counter. “Next time, I’ll be sure to throw the cilantro instead- OOF!” you exclaim as he runs into you, practically knocking the wind out of you in the process.

He chuckles darkly, refusing to let you out of his grasp.

You know it’s Jason and that he’s just joking, but the laughter, coupled with the feeling of being trapped, causes panic to spill to the surface.

You try to laugh, but it comes out as a pained breath.

Jason quickly senses something is off and searches the depths of your eyes for confirmation that you’re not all there. You try to swallow the rising panic, but it traps painfully in your throat and only furthers the intensity of your shallow breathing.

“Sorry, little bird.”

You tense in his hold. His eyes narrow immediately as yours go out of focus and your uneven breaths increase.

That name. 

The last time he'd used that name on you had been all those years ago. You’ve definitely been caught off guard by it and it puts you back in a really vulnerable place.

Jason disappears from your frantic view as the past takes over the forefront of your vision. Unwanted memories of Joker’s scarred, bloody smile that showcased his vile teeth with every maniacal crack of his laughter slam into your skull. 

Your hands find their way to your head in a fruitless effort to stop the thoughts as you smack back into the counter ledge behind you.

Jason’s concerned hold around you dissolves into the deranged henchmen. You feel your eyes go wild as you struggle wildly to get out of their overbearing grasp. They're too close. Your throat tightens to the point it feels like you're drowning for air and your uneven, shallow breaths quickly turn into erratic gasps. 

Your hand absentmindedly raises between the little space between you to soothe the tingling ache that spreads from the top of your scar to the bottom of it. Jason follows the motion easily and removes his arms from around you, but it’s too late. Your vision is already closing in.

You panic after having staved off the nightmares for so many years by burying these memories deep down. 

Not deep enough, you guess.

Roy, having safely deposited Lian on the couch, runs back into the kitchen, completely oblivious to the shift in mood. The redhead uses both of your distracted states to grab the soy sauce and lemon juice to douse you both with a mischievous chuckle. 

“FOOD FIGHT!”

In your distorted state, it only adds to the horrors that are already bearing down upon you. 

The lemon stings your eyes and the raw skin on your throat where you’d been scratching. All the overwhelming sensations boil over until you’re screaming and falling to the floor with your head in your hands.

“Woah!” Roy exclaims, clearly taken aback, as he drops the bottles in an instant. They clatter to the floor as he rushes to your side, though the crash against the tile floors only spurs further hysteria. Your chest heaves as another wave of panic punches you square in the stomach.

You can’t breathe.

Somewhere in the haze of your perturbed thoughts, you hear Jason tell him to back up. It forces you to remember that, yes, this is Jason’s voice and yes, you're still in his and Roy’s kitchen and not in the confines of the manor’s cabinets.

You desperately suck in the scent of Jason and Roy, along with the fragrant soup on the stove and whatever shit Roy had spilled on you. After a few moments, you're finally able to come back to the present moment.

You’re hugging your legs to your chest as you pathetically cower against their island cabinets. Joker’s laughter fades from your head, leaving a resounding pounding in its wake until you’re left with the stark quiet of the real world.

The boiling pot and Lian’s worried coos are the only sounds that fill the room. Lian sounds closer than if she were still on the couch, but you can’t bring yourself to move any part of your body just yet to check.

“Hey, hey!”

You look up at Jason’s startled voice and feel Roy and Jason’s hands grabbing your own. You look up at them quizzically, only for your face to morph into terror at the sight of blood spilling from your fingernails. 

“I didn’t…” You shake your head worriedly and touch lightly at your neck to confirm that, yes, you’ve just scratched your scar raw. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” Jason insists, slowly reaching a hand out toward you. “It was my fault.” Your stomach clenches at the memory of what he called you. You visibly wince as you fight against the memories that threaten to come back. They back off again and you feel like crying, no, wait, you are crying. “Find your anchor.” At his words, you force your eyes to stay on his. When he sees you focus on him and brings a finger underneath your chin in a comforting manner. “That’s it, come back to me,” Jason says your name and you have to force yourself to regulate your breathing again.

All you can do is repeat sorry as tears splatter onto your huddled knees. 

Roy returns to your side. It's then that you notice Lian’s absence and cry even harder. She's probably traumatized and it’s all because of you. All you can do is repeat ‘sorry’ as they clutch you against their sturdy chests while you crumble to pieces. 

Jason murmurs against your right ear while Roy coos against your left, both rubbing light circles against your back. You allow Roy to pick you up and immediately nuzzle against his freckled, still sticky neck from remnants of his workout. Roy deposits you onto Jason’s lap and you waste no time curling into his neck, which smells a hell of a lot better than Roy’s. 

He comes back with a med kit and hands it to Jason. “I’ll be right back. I need to check on Lian.”

You visibly pout, not missing the pitiful looks they send your way.

You hate it. Hate that they can see you so vulnerable, no matter how many walls you put up, while they both remain surrounded by fortresses. Your bottom lip quivers under their careful concern and soon enough, you’re forced to shove your head into the crook of Jason’s to stifle your sobs. You’ve done enough damage to that little girl already; she doesn’t need to hear you wailing, too.

Again, the only words that seem to make it past the thick lump in your throat are, 'sorry' as your tears and snot steadily leak onto Jason’s shirt. Nevertheless, Jason pulls you tight against him and lets you cry it out.

Eventually, your pounding headache overcomes your ability to cry and you sit there sniffling until Roy returns.

"Sorry for being such a crybaby."

“You aren't a crybaby,” Jason assures you.

“You’ve even said it yourself,” you lamely remind him of what he’d said after the manor party. 

Roy chuckles fondly at the memory, but you cut it off with a single, pointed glare in his direction. He puts his hands up in faux surrender and starts playing gently with your hair. You can’t help but melt into his delicate touch.

“That was about Bruce, Joker is a different story,” Jason points out, all while watching your interaction with a tender gaze. “Listen, neither of us are mad at you, so you can stop with all of the apologies.”

You don’t recall much of eating, let alone how the Tom Kha tastes as your body floats through the motions. You want to will away the remaining tendrils of terror the Joker holds over you, but they refuse to relinquish themselves over your thoughts.

“I bet you’re drained. Let’s get you to bed.”

You allow them to lead you to the bathroom, drifting weightlessly behind them in the auto-pilot-like haze your body has shut down into. You don’t even bother with your routine as you strip from your clothes and gratefully accept the t-shirt Roy throws your way. You take off your underwear with little shame and throw it in their hamper before slipping into their bed in between them.

You ignore their widened eyes as you shamelessly curl into Jason’s firm chest, leaving their eyes to widen even more. Roy quickly gathers his bearings and moves to attach himself around your back like a leech. This is how you all end up falling asleep. 

•••

The light filters through the large window in their room and you hiss at it as you curl further into the body next to you, breathing in their addicting morning scent and moan.

“Mmm. Good morning to you too, princess.” 

You crack open a tired eye to see Roy’s lazy smile coupled with messy red hair splayed out against the pillow you're sharing.

“Don’t ruin this for me, Roy.” 

He snorts, drawing you closer to his chest, which you easily let him. From this close, it’s easy to ignore the aching remains of your pounding headache from last night. You feel the remnants of nausea from your episode, but you don’t want to worry him with anything.

You whine when he gets up and motion for him to carry you.

“Jesus, you’re just as bad as Lian.”

You roll your eyes and laugh when he comes up to pick you up bridal style. 

“Thank you,” you reply earnestly, knowing you only would’ve made a fool of yourself if you’d gotten up with your legs feeling as unsteady as they do.

Roy carries you past Jason, who’s playing dolls with Lian on the floor, to set you down on the couch before plopping down next to you. You lounge on the couch, half watching as they play some sort of Barbie gladiator brawl Lian had created and half spacing out until.

Eventually, Jason sets the Raquelle doll down and makes to leave.

“I need to go over some stuff for work, so I’m going to head out,” Jason says as he stands, brushing imaginary dust from his jeans as he does so. “Is that okay?”

You startle when his eyes meet yours, drawing you from your thoughts. 

“Me?” you ask unsurely, looking at him in confusion. “You’re asking me?”

He shrugs and tries to look nonchalant, but you see right through his façade. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

You startle slightly when he walks over and leans down to embrace you. You’re barely able to return the gesture before he heads off to get dressed as if nothing had even happened in the first place, leaving you completely stupefied.

This? This is something you could definitely get used to.

The entire day, much to Lian’s chagrin, is a never-ending downpour, effectively eliminating any hopes of hers to go to the park like she’d been begging about ever since two days ago. It's all for the best, considering you hardly have energy left after last night and your body will hardly cooperate as is. Eventually, Lian gives up on toys and cartoons and snuggles you extra hard. 

Meanwhile, Roy starts up a game you’ve never heard of and offers you the controller.

“Wanna play, babe?”

As a force of habit, you automatically look around for Jason to see if he’s heard but quickly remember that it’s just you and Roy. You smile lightly, rejecting the controller in favor of cuddling into his side. He allows you to easily, even going as far as to draw you closer to his side when he maneuvers his arm to be around you while still being able to play.

You and Lian watch Roy in sleepy silence as he fails the same boss fight six times in a row before you shift with a tiny laugh and grab the controller. “You’re not paying attention to your health and you’re shi-sucky at dodging. Give me this thing.”

“Sure thing, princess,” he relents easily. You blush as he continues to stare at you even after you’ve unpaused the game. “Are you feeling any better?”

You bite your lip, content to focus on the virtual battle at hand while escaping from your internal battle until Roy asks. You allow yourself to get lost in the game just a bit longer until Lian squirms against you to face you with an exaggerated pout face that rivals your own from the night before.

“Hey! Dad asked you a question!”

You try to stifle your giggle at the little girl’s sleep-ridden, slightly slurred sentence, but she hears it anyway. She furthers her pout by crossing her arms petulantly.

“You’re right,” you sigh, pausing the game to pet her hair gently before turning your head to face a grinning Roy. 

He still has you trapped with his arm around your shoulder and uses the position to gently drag his prosthetic finger in tantalizing, nearly ticklish, circles. You couldn’t get any closer to him unless you were actually sitting on top of him, which didn’t sound awful at all, yet you fruitlessly tried to close any remaining gaps between you as you squirm further into his warmth.

“Good,” she pokes you in the stomach and you flinch slightly at the pressure, “now tell dad you’re sorry.” 

You look from her to Roy and internally curse as your cheeks heat up.

Roy’s shit-eating grin is enough to have you rolling your eyes, but your blush speaks volumes as to how you’re actually feeling about the situation.

“Sorry, Roy.”

“Who’s Roy?” Lian squints at you like you’re slow. “That's dad.”

Roy snorts and you’re two seconds from beating his ass, but you appease Lian nonetheless.

“Sorry, dad.”

“How sweet,” Roy coos your name and uses his free hand to tilt your chin up and over to meet his gaze.

You gulp lightly. Your eyes flicker from the deep green of his eyes all the way to his red, blush-stained lips.

“Do you ‘cept her apology, dad?”

“I do,” his voice rasps as it fans across your face, which is now mere inches away from your own.

“Good,” she huffs. You feel her settle back into your side, but you're entirely focused on Roy. “Now, answer the question.”

“How old are you again?” you joke.

She settles back into your hold and motions for you to continue.

“I’m tired and still scared and tired of being scared… So, it’s just a lot. It’s hard to talk about s’all,” you mutter out the last part, wanting desperately to get back to the game, but Roy takes the controller from your hands before you can.

“Remember when you said being scared is normal?” You groan when Lian throws your own affirmations back at you. You don’t have the heart to tell her that there’s a difference between being a toddler robbed at gunpoint and you, a grown-ass woman who still can’t get over something from years ago. “I love you,” she says finally. 

At her unexpected admission, you and Roy share a quick glance with each other, leaving her to fret as if she's said a bad word. Roy pauses his game and focuses his attention solely on you and Lian next to him, leaving you to blush under his watchful green eyes. 

“I love you, too,” you say, uncurling partially from Roy’s side to draw her to you in a half hug. “Come nap with me.”

“No, naps are for babies,” she giggles as she attempts to flee from your arms. You only put up a little fight before letting her run across the couch to the opposite side.

“Hey! I’m not a baby.” You hold up your hands like she’s forcing a secret out of you. “All I’m saying is that Superboy loves naps.” 

She stops suddenly in your grasp and you know you have her.

“You don’t know that,” she insists skeptically but crawls back into your arms, anyway as if she can't decide whether or not you're lying. 

You’ve never really hung out with Roy alone and it's nice to know that, even after all these years, it isn’t awkward at all. Even if most of the day has been spent in silence, Roy still manages to make you feel at ease. It's incredibly endearing, though you’ll never admit it out loud. You find yourself truly basking in your time with him and Lian.

You don’t know when you doze off, but a particular booming thunder startles you from your nap. You nearly snuggle back into your sleep when you hear two sets of snores harmonizing above the sound of the torrential downpour outside. You shift, stirring Roy from his sleep.

He shoots you a questioning brow as you untangle yourself from the two sleepy Harper’s to stand. 

“I need to shower,” you whisper and lean over his slumped form to absentmindedly run your fingers through his hair. 

You try to ignore how easily he leans into your touch, how delicately his red lashes flutter closed against his freckled cheeks, but you can’t. In fact, it’s all you can think about as you go through the motions of washing and drying yourself until you realize you’re naked in their room with the door unlocked.

You quickly get dressed in a pair of shorts and a random t-shirt you find folded on the dresser that smells intensely of some sort of woodsy cologne before returning to the living room. You easily snatch the controller from Roy’s grip and take over. “What?” you challenge with a smirk.

“You,” he flicks you roughly on the nose, “are lucky my etai yazi is here and I can’t curse.”

“Whatever,” you say, sticking your tongue out at him only to gasp as he grabs it. “Heh! S’not hair!”

“What was that, princess? Something about it not being fair? Didn’t quite catch that.” It’s his turn to smirk as he leans in to rumble, “Cat got your tongue?”

“Yeh, a weal puthy,” you jest back.

He erupts into a fit of laughter and you manage to free your tongue in the process, but he grabs hold of part of the controller.

“You’re still annoying as ever, I see.”

You huff, securing your grasp on it. “Yeah, same to you.”

“Cliche,” he says as he smugly tugs the controller towards himself.

You tug it right back. “Roy, it’s touché.”

“Oh,” he responds sheepishly and ruffles his hair. “Well, touché touché then!”

You giggle lightly, watching as his face softens at the delicate noise, “That’s not even how it works!” 

He snatches the controller from you and springs from the couch to get away from your grasp. He holds it above your head, but you don’t give him the satisfaction of jumping for it like he’s undoubtedly waiting for. Instead, you stomp his foot, effectively bringing the controller back down to your height. relinquishing his hold on it. You quickly grab it and waste no time racing back to the couch where Lian, who's managed to sleep throughout the whole ordeal, is still snoring.

“Not fair,” he whines as he rubs soothingly at his foot. “You played dirty!”

“What other games do you have?” you ignore his exclamation and his pain in lieu of moving to crouch in front of their TV stand. You make quick work of flipping through the disks you see, but nothing catches your eye- that is, until… “Oh, no way, you have Skate 3?”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Roy rubs his face mirthfully while he watches you bend down on all fours to reach for the game that's stuck between the wall and the console.

You finally manage to grab it and stick the disk in and try to crawl backward when Jason walks in to see Roy seriously eyeing your ass and joins in.

“Damn.”

You startle at Jason’s deep voice, hitting your head on the shelf you’d been reaching under in the process. “Shit!” you groan.

You want to absolutely disappear as you're forced to wiggle backward until your head is clear of the offending shelf. You stand up as soon as you're free of the damned TV stand. 

“You good?”

“Mhm,” you say, nodding a bit too quickly and bristle when they start to chuckle. “Shut up.”

“Daddy!” Lian rushes up to Jason, who lifts her up into a spin. You catch Roy beaming out of the corner of your eyes and feel a pang of longing in your stomach. “You got us McDonald's?”

Lian scurries off with her happy meal with an excited screech that you can’t help but laugh at.

Roy ruffles her hair as she rushes by him before going over to kiss Jason. “How was work, love?”

 “Unproductive,” he says, tone revealing nothing as he sets down the greasy bag of food on the counter.

“Oh.” The sound of disappointment in Roy’s voice matches the look on Jason’s face. “That’s alright, don’t worry about it. Same shit for me too; don’t forget that.”

You nod, knowing the feeling. Or, well, at least you think you do from what you're picking up on.

In the stress of the last day or so, you’d completely blown off one of your gigs. Even though shit was hitting the fan and you technically didn’t have an apartment, you know you'll still probably be forced to pay out the remainder of your lease. Plus, it's not like you can just force yourself on their household and become another financial burden to them when they already have Lian to look after. 

Hell, you're already taking up space in their literal bed. You can’t not help out financially if you continue to live here but damn… You're going to go broke. 

It's a fear of yours after having lived with thieves. It's the whole reason you went to college and graduated early- you can't afford to be like them. You won't allow it. And yet, here you are, neglecting work.

“Why is our daughter playing Skate of all god-forsaken games?”

You follow Jason’s emerald gaze to the couch, where Lian is poking at the controller with half an apple slice half sticking out of her mouth.

“Lian, do a kickflip!” you encourage her. You snatch a sandwich out of the bag and go over to where she’s randomly mashing the buttons yet somehow nailing the moves. 

You all finish dinner quickly and they disappear off into the room while you finish the skate competition you started before yawning. It's definitely time for bed. You slump down to the floor to turn off their Xbox and follow after them. 

At first, you don’t notice anything as you go about rifling through one of their dressers for a sleep shirt. You still don't notice anything when you toe off your panties and throw them in the hamper. It’s only when you’re checking if the coast is clear to slip off your shirt that you hear it.

Jason’s soft, needy moans, Roy’s satisfied grunts alongside the slapping of wet skin together.

No fucking way.

You think about Roy’s rosy, damp skin from the other day and can’t help the moan that escapes. At the realization that the only thing between you and their naked bodies was a singular, thin wall, you bite your bottom lip.

You feel your clit throb in response to their escalating noises and know that if you’re about to do what you’re thinking about, you better do it fucking quick. 

You already feel close as the memories of your previous session in this room flood your mind while the real sounds play out from the bathroom next door. The image of Jason bottoming for Roy while your shampoo and body wash still pollute the bathroom only spurs on your imagination that they want you, that they're doing this on purpose, that it isn’t just an obsession.

You force yourself to move in time to their audible thrusts, not even bothering to cover up the obscene noises sputtering from your mouth the closer you get.

Their rhythm picks up and you tremble as you force yourself to follow along with the toe-curling pace. You know it's only a matter of time before the pressure building icily in the heat in your lower abdomen releases.

“Fuck me,” you hiss as you quite literally think about that.

You know you’re completely fucked when Roy’s voice cracks pathetically around Jason’s name, echoing for your pleasure as it bounces around the tiled room.

You're still coming down from your high when they emerge nonchalantly. You quickly close your legs together when you hear Roy ask if you're in the room.

“Oh, damn,” Jason says. The sight of your trembling form on their bed is all the answer they need.

“I guess you guys did figure out how to fuck with me here.”

Roy drops his dumbfounded look and the towel he's rubbing his hair with at the sight of you to chuckle in disbelief. 

Your face flushes as he openly stares over the naked expanse of your legs tangled in their sheets. You tug the hem of Roy’s t-shirt you borrowed but realize quickly that it hardly covers anything anyway and release it in favor of covering the scar you’d bloodied earlier.

This apparently pisses Jason off. “What would you say to me if I covered up my scars?” he presses, raising a pointed brow at the action as he joins you on the bed in his boxers.

“Why would you do that?" you ask quizzically as if it's obvious, which, for you, it is. "They look hot.” 

He draws back, seemingly dumbfounded that you've said such a thing. 

Hell, even you're surprised with yourself as your hand subconsciously smacks itself over your mouth as a barrier to prevent any further stupidity from leaking out.

“Told you, Jay,” Roy says smugly.

“Oh, like you’re one to talk,” Roy gulps under the sudden heat of your attention, “hiding your fucking prosthetic from me like I’m some shallow bitch.”

You stare down at your hand in betrayal. Wasn't it atop your mouth to stop the bullshit from spewing?

It's Roy's turn to look completely baffled. “That’s not what it is at all, princess.”

“Well then,” you begin fiddling with the covers, “seems like we’ve all got our shit then, so leave me be.” You huff but still pull Jason close to you. You're glad when he doesn’t put up a fight as you draw the covers over the two of you.

You feel the heat of Jason’s cheeks as he blushes, drawing him into you while pressing yourself against his boyfriend. You lightly nudge Roy to put his arm around you to cuddle, which he obliges easily. 

You fall asleep with the remains of your orgasm coating your inner thighs.

•••

When you wake up in the middle of the night, both sides of the bed are cold and completely empty. In your sleep-hazed panic, along with the scalding memories of the attacks over the past few days, your first instinct is to check that Lian’s safe.

Your feet quietly carry you across the hall only to find her dead asleep in her bed. You move to close her door softly and go back to sleep when you hear a window latch from the main room. 

You tense, freezing as you wait for further noise and, when none comes, you race back to the master bedroom to look around for a weapon. You know these motherfuckers are strapped, but where would they hide it? You quickly find a loaded gun, rolling your eyes when you find it nestled amongst a shit ton of lube and dildos in Jason’s nightstand. You force yourself to push their earlier session in the shower from your head as you wield the gun. 

A gun would definitely do a lot more damage than a ginger root… Jason's words of warning come to mind while you survey the hallway, ultimately finding nothing.

The foreign weight of the metal serves as a constant reminder that you have absolutely no idea how to wield the damn thing.

Your hands shake slightly as you gather the courage to check around the corner, only to immediately retreat. You only barely manage to withhold your terrified gasp as you press yourself against the hallway wall at the sight of a giant shadow moving across the living room.

Shit. 

Your breathing halts without your permission.

There's a groan, then a voice shushing.

Your eyes widen owlishly. There are two of them?

Your head slowly peaks around the corner to confirm that, yes, there are two men in the apartment.

Oh, fuck.

Okay.

Oh, motherfucking fuck.

You steel yourself, realizing you're going to have to confront them sooner rather than later.

Does the universe really want you dead this bad?

You see the first man fiddling with the lamp by the couch and figure that, while his friend is still hanging halfway through the window, this is the best time to make a move. 

The first man's back is to your position and you soon realize that now's the time to attack. You use the darkness as your cover, avoiding the squeaky spots on their hardwood floors as you traverse behind their various pieces of furniture until you reach the end of your cover.

It's now or never.

The dude looks to be well over six feet tall from where you stand, but you won’t let his height nor your semi-naked state phase you. You’ve dealt with worse. Much worse... You shake your head, dispelling your spiraling thoughts in order to ready yourself for the attack.

Somehow, you manage to muster up the courage as you avoid the last weak spot on the floor. You press the loaded gun into the dude’s back just as he flicks on the lamp.

The light clicks on, casting a dim, yellow glow across the scene unfolding in front of your very eyes. It's only then that you’re actually able to make out your attacker’s features.

Red Hood.

You gasp at the realization, cursing yourself instantly when his head snaps your way.

“We need to stop running into each other like this,” Red Hood robotically tones while holding up his hands in lax surrender.

However nonchalant he may act, you don't allow yourself to falter, keeping your aim steady on his back. You even go so far as to press the gun further into the leather of his jacket.

“Or just in general might be nice,” you retort deadpan as you position yourself in a way that creates a buffer between the two men and the hallway. “Just because you’ve saved me doesn’t mean I won’t cap your ass for breaking and entering, buddy.” You nod at the man who's still hanging halfway in the window and halfway out. “I’m talking to you, too, arrow boy.”

He groans again. Whether it's in pain or embarrassment, you aren’t sure, but it’s enough of a distraction for Red Hood to flip around and disassemble your gun before you can even realize it’s been taken from your hands. 

You stare up at him, completely shocked and, deep down, a bit turned on.

You’re weaponless and Lian’s door is the first door in the hallway.

Okay, no. Not turned on- you're scared as fuck. Who are you kidding?

“We’re not here to hurt you.” He pushes you lightly down on the couch and, in your state of shock, you let him. You remember your outfit choice too late and quickly tug the hem down over your crotch as far as it'll go, but whatever he’s seen, he’s seen. The damage is done, but true to his word and regardless of your undressed state, it doesn’t seem like he's going to hurt you. “Stay put,” he warns and retreats backward toward the slumped-over form of the arrow dude from the coffee shop.

You watch as Red Hood lifts the man with some effort, shaking your head when you realize how many questions this is prompting.

“If you’re not here to hurt me, why are you here, then?” 

“You were right,” Red Hood’s warbled, robotic voice sounds against the silence of the apartment while he carries the slumped man over his shoulder, ignoring your question entirely.

You click your tongue in annoyance, crossing your arms as you get up to follow behind him petulantly. Just who does he think he is walking around the apartment like he fucking owns it?

“I know.” But you don’t know; you just like being told you're right.

He makes a robotic noise you assume, no, hope, is amusement as he sets arrow dude down on the kitchen island and turns on the main light. 

You maintain a wary distance from Red Hood as you go to check on the man bleeding all over the countertop Jason had just cleaned. You quickly piece together that it’s most likely Roy, as you’re almost certain that it’s a match to his prosthetic hand. Your revelation still doesn’t explain why Red Hood's here, though. 

“Roy?” you try.

He nods, slipping off his domino mask to look at you. Your heart stops beating for the second time tonight. His eyes are wincing in pain and you look down to find a dagger embedded in his thigh.

“We owe you an explanation,” Roy says, leaving you to furrow your brows in confusion as to who exactly the 'we’ in this situation is.

Roy and Red Hood??

You look over at the hulking, helmeted man in question quizzically, wishing he’d just up and leave already.

You let the silence of the situation settle over you. 

You look away from his red helmet and take Roy’s prosthetic hand into your own, turning it over in a brief inspection. “Think I’ve heard that one before,” you say slowly, keeping an even gaze on Red Hood from the corner of your eyes. “Don’t think I ever actually got one.” 

You sigh as you set his hand back down on the counter, turning to meet both of their stares. 

The vigilantes in front of you seem to cower under your heavy gaze, which, under any other circumstances, would be totally comical, but you can’t ruin the hold you have over them when you have them right where you want them.

They aren’t getting out of it this time; you're going to make sure of it. 

Your mind is already racing with speculations and connections after Roy’s vigilante reveal. Soon, your conspiracy-like theories quickly spin from your head and into an audible, verbal mess.

“So, if you’re arrow dude…” The wheels are turning so loudly in your head that you don’t even hear Roy’s groan of shame. “Then,” your eyes keep shifting between as your thoughts race around Jason and Roy's matching duffle bags and odd hours, “and then… What?” You thought back to the Wayne family teaching you self-defense. All that bullshit about 'hostage training' was all cover up for... “Wait, no.” And the Wayne Gala, which meant- Damian… No, Bruce, Jason. “No way.” 

You finally come to a conclusion, blinking owlishly at the men in front of you.

 “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

A/N: dun dun DUUUUNN let me know what ur thinking i promise i dont bite :p

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Updates about my fics!!

Here, my AO3 account;

https://archiveofourown.org/users/stephaniebrownslover

Ongoing Fics;

Stray Souls||Ticciwork-centric Creepypasta Fanfiction

Well, I got my phone back from service so I can keep continue to translate it. Wait for an update soon!!

Purple Dreams(For Purple Hearts)

Well mother look what the war did to my legs and to my tongue

Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge

I'm truly sorry for people who waiting an update for mu Steph fics, I'm sorry but I just can't bring myself to write anything Batman related after Gotham War. What they did in that arc was purely awful and I can't get over my hate for it since months.

So this is why I can't write anything about Stephanie even though I love her so much, but I swear I'll try my best to do something about it.

Also I don't like how I characterize some of the characters and I can't feel like they're in-character.

So yeah, hoping for motivation.

Fight or Flight

No one seemed to like it including myself so this will probably be discontinued.

Plus, I started to lose my interest in Scriddler ship.

Meaningless Azula Drabbles And Oneshots

I do have an angsty oneshot inspired by Azula In The Spirit Temple comic but I need the motivation to translate it.

I don't like this oneshot much either.

Upcoming Fics(sometime);

Boy with Red Arrows[Roy Harper]

I need to learn more about Arrowfam for starting chapter 2 but I don't have much time so it's less likely to come soon.

My Creepypasta AU Fanfic And Character Files

Still working on Clockwork character file and it's so damn boring to do, I can't stay motivated on this topic. Here, have a sneak peak.

Oh, did I mentioned that this work is Clockwork-centric?

...

History

Birth date: 13.10.1994

Place of birth: America/New Jersey

Key family members:

Mary Beth Ouellette (Mother; Deceased)

David Ouellette (Father; Deceased)

Lucas Ouellette (Brother

Notable events/milestones: Won an art competition for kids, sadly she never got praised for it

Tried to drink beer once, hated it but now she can stand its taste so we can say that she learned to like it

Wanted to start her little rock band with Toby, they even tried to find some other members, but that dream never came true as you can see

Met with Toby in high school, while stealing coffee from cafeteria but she doesn't recalls that

Killed her family and put a clock on her left eye, then burned her house down to the ground, she is an well-known and scarred killer ever since that day

One time, when her mother was really drunk and Natalie was acting like she is sleeping, her mother said "I'm so sorry my baby, I'm sorry." and after leaving the room, Natalie bursted into tears

Criminal record: Has so many records since she's really sloppy about hiding evidence, still police can't catch her- maybe because she kills all the police officers who catch her

...

Trapped In A Maze//Stephanie Brown

A weird Stephanie work because I love her so much that I want her to suffer.

If I Die Tonight, Would I Be a Hero Like You?「Azula & Zuko」

Basically a Vampire AU which continues on where the show left.

I want to start writing this thing as soon as possible but I'm not sure whether I can keep updating or not

Fire siblings centric.

ChesRoy(Cheshire x Roy Harper) Oneshots

I love this ship so much and I already have 2 oneshots which need editing and translation.

Creepypasta Humans Vs. Vampires AU

I have a simple post about it but I would really love to keep working on this AU, if you guys want to learn more about it.

Heart Of The Christmas[Batfamily Oneshot]

Just a classic, fluffy Oneshot where Bruce is not an asshole. But I can't stand writing him anymore, sorry.

Stephanie Brown Angst Oneshot-Part 2

Yeah, a oneshot where she gets her revenge from her father.

So...What Happened To Our Money?[Batfamily Coffee Shop Au Fanfic]

They open a coffee shop; that's it, that's the plot.

The Annual Of Purple Alien's Homecoming[Stephanie Brown+Batfamily Oneshot]

Again, a fluffy angsty, Steph centric oneshot.

Christmas Brings Chaos||Creepypasta Oneshot

Let's just say if I ever have time to write this, it'll be very chaotic

Happy Deadly Halloweens||Creepypasta Oneshot

A fluffy creepypasta Halloween oneshot.

Nurse Ann's Origin Story

You guys know that Nurse Ann doesn't have a origin story, right?

So I really want to write a 2010's styled oneshot origin for her. This will be not canon but it would be still fun to do. I hope I can do this soon.

Hunter[Jane The Killer]

A Jane centric fic where she lives her life with Mary and hunts Jeff.

Rainy Days In Summer Months||Batfamily Oneshot

Batkids would be locked in manor in a rainy day for some reason and they'll try to have some fun.

A Maze Full Of Killers[Creepypasta]

A fic with a similar plot to Hunger Games but also different than it. I don't know, it's confusing and I haven't decided who's the main character.

Babysitting Show[Crack Batfamily Minific]

Yup, there's a show where hero's babysit a literal baby and it's centered around Batfamily. Maybe I can keep going with other heroes as the story develops but I don't think this will last long.

[cigamfossertsim]

cheshire: do you know why im so good at my job?

arsenal: because you kill without compunction or remorse

cheshire: that only gets a girl so far in life

[ree-duh]

You should name your children after the things you love which is why I’m naming my child the red arrow/ Cheshire fight scenes in S1: E10 “Targets”

[anarcha-queer-comics]

Cheshire Stabs Roy

Roy : Jokes on you, now I'm horny

Like if your into this ship you need to check out

By @lizziemack

It’s tragic and horny and so sweet (also features jade x slade) and it needs way more love

[sun-moon-stars-jedi]

A Halloween party many years ago

Jade: And what are you supposed to be?

Roy: A tree of course.

Jade: Ah.

Roy:

Jade:

Roy: I’ll just lea—

Jade: I’m the Cheshire Cat. You know what cats do?

Roy: What?

Jade: Climb trees ;)

And that’s the story of how Lian happened.