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simpingforheros · 3 months ago

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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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albatmobile · 2 years ago

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The Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds Chapter 19

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: violence, blood | 9.1k includes: sparring, you regina george cheshire’s ass, change in scenery :o

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

Chapter 19: Crazy Train | ao3 - wattpad

You stay up all night creating a plan.

You wake up with a page of notes stuck to your face until Jason blearily reaches over to tug it off. He sleepily caresses your cheek and kisses at the ink that remains stuck to your skin.

Unfortunately, Stephanie isn’t able to babysit again as she’s shipping out on a recon mission to Japan at o’dark hundred.

A quick glance around proves it’s still dark out and Lian isn’t running around yet, so it’s not even five yet. You could try to go back to sleep, but you know sleep will only elude you with the impending battle ahead. Roy, on the other hand, seems to find it as his snores quake the quiet atmosphere of the late hour.

This is, apparently, the perfect time to spar.

Jason’s sleepy nature quickly turns to something more playful as he urges your yawning form to get up from the table. He apparently has some sixth sense and knows you’re up for the day.

He leads you over to the living room where he lifts up the furniture to create more floor space.

“Jay,” you start with another tear-producing yawn that Roy, now effectively awake, joins in with as you both hazily move to humor Jason.

“Don’t be shy. Show me what you remember. Nope,” Jason places his firm hands on your shoulders and kicks your stance further apart, “come on, little bird. You’ve kicked my ass plenty of times.”

The nickname had your heart fluttering in the best way this time.

“You let me kick your ass plenty of times,” you say with a roll your eyes. “Don’t play coy now, Jason. It’s unbecoming of you.”

“Still talk like the demon child when you fight, too,” he says as he squares up with a challenging smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Good to know.”

“Fuck off.”

With your stance corrected, you waste no time in advancing on Jason.

Roy startles more than Jason, something you’d laugh at if you weren’t so busy dodging Jason’s fists. He isn’t starting off as easy as he had all those years ago when you started. This, coupled with being five years out of practice, leaves you feeling like a complete dumbass.

And, the worst part? Roy’s here to see it.

Why couldn’t he have been there to witness the library fiasco? You’d done a flip, for fuck’s sake!

“You’re sloppy.” Jason strikes near your head. “Stop holding your breath,” he warns curtly.

You know he’s just trying to rile you up, so instead, you focus more on your defense.

You hone in on your breathing, calming it as you try to grant yourself some distance from him.

He instantly notices and, with one swift jerk of his head, motions over to his boyfriend. Roy begrudgingly shakes off the rest of his sleep as he taps in.

The little space you’ve created is gone in seconds as Roy skillfully advances on you with a wolfish smile. “Stop hiding. Let’s dance, princess,” Roy challenges.

You don’t rise to his bait.

The brief downtime you have is spent putting the couch between yourself and Roy. You calculatedly leap away from his predicted lunge over its back, much to Jason’s chagrin and Roy’s annoyance.

He corrals you directly into Jason’s path, who wastes no time in toppling you to the floor. However, you’re able to maneuver the fall into a fucked up sort of somersault and somehow end up coming out on top. You land a closed fist on his stomach and drop into a push-up over his body to avoid Roy’s fist.

“Two on one?” you pant, heaving your chest off of Jason’s face before rolling off and to the side to avoid another one of Roy’s hits. “That’s dirty.”

“Holy shit,” Roy’s eyes are absolutely wild as he takes in your reactive nature, “you are so fucking hot.”

Your ankle snakes over Jason’s to trip both of them at the same time. You use this distraction to run for the safety of their kitchen island.

“No jumping on my counters,” Jason warns, but it goes unheard as Roy gets a running start to land right where your head was. Instead, he runs directly into the cabinet ahead, earning a searing glare from Jason. “She’s your kid if she wakes up,” is all he says before getting back into position to trap you in between the two of them. “Not like this will take much longer.”

That’s it.

“Fuck,” your fist connects with his side, “you.” You land a front kick to his chest, toppling him backward. You strategically use his momentum to grab his shirt and swing his falling weight into Roy like a sack.

Jason groans a bit when he gets up, helping Roy in the process. Both share the same impressed grin.

“Good to see you’ve still got it, babe.” You’re horrified when he readies himself for more. “Now, go again.”

•••

By the time Jason determines the session to be over, neither has broken a sweat.

You, on the other hand?

Your hair’s plastered against your face and you’re pretty sure the sweat on your back is visible because Roy’s t-shirt clings against it with your every move. You’re definitely out of practice.

“Hit the showers,” Roy says, smacking you on the ass with the blanket Jason has draped over the couch “to add texture to the interiors of the room,” as he puts it.

What you hadn’t realized was that hitting the showers meant that they were going to fuck while you’re rinsing off.

Just like last time, you doubt your thoughts when the first few grunts ring out.

Your hand hesitates dragging the suds of your body wash over your stomach momentarily as your ears focus on whatever noise is happening in the bedroom.

It sounds again, this time clear as day.

No fucking way.

The slapping of skin and actual smacking along with you rubbing at your clit has the three of you engaged in a contest of who can moan the loudest without waking the neighbors.

They win easily, considering you barely last long enough for the heat of the water tank to lessen.

You rinse out your conditioner and wait just a tad longer in the shower until you’re sure everything’s settled down in there, just in case you’ve been reading into everything wrong.

They merely chuckle as you appear and toss a towel in Roy’s direction to wipe Jason off with. He gives it to Jason, but not before he can turn around and give you a full display of his pale, freckled ass.

Modesty be damned, you suppose.

You don’t know what confidence overcomes you, but you drop your towel without a second thought. Both their eyes snap to your body as they take in your curves, highlighted by the moonlight spilling into their room.

Jason eyes you hesitantly, but Roy welcomes you by reaching out and tucking a stray strand of wet hair behind your ear.

“Gonna get my pillow wet, princess?” Roy asks in a sultry voice.

“Something like that,” you mutter, spending extra time wiggling into a comfortable position before motioning for Jason to curl against you like usual.

You shiver into Roy as Jason’s calloused fingers drag lazily along your waist, reveling in the way they trickle down to your thigh. It’s hard to ignore that both of their dicks are currently pressing flush against your naked body, but you somehow manage to keep your flush down to a bare minimum. Literally.

Roy doesn’t even try to hide the way he breathes you in. “You smell good,” it’s grumbled against your neck like your body wash is the absolute bane of his existence.

The lines aren’t exactly clear, but, hey, have they ever been?

“Your husband is right there, weirdo,” you tease, jokingly pushing against his bare chest and instantly regret it. The contact only makes you want to get closer to see just how far you can take it before…

Roy’s firm grip settles against your hip to put an end to your wiggling. “He’s not my husband yet,” he says.

Guess that’s how far.

“Like that makes this any better,” you huff, but Jason merely resumes his light, pampering touches across your skin until your breathing evens out.

•••

All according to plan, when morning comes, you settle down with your coffee and laptop in your car.

Lian’s cheerful little kicks in the air move in tandem with her epic toy battle she has spread out in your back seat. The dawn of dinosaurs is nearing, but the Barbies won’t back down without a fight- from what you’ve gathered, at least.

Roy’s reconning the warehouse where the bomb had been manufactured while Jason’s on the other side of town messing up a shipment of weapons arriving in Two Face’s territory. You know, however, based on your conversation with Damian, that he’s most likely going after the coin lead and is choosing to keep you in the dark.

Whatever.

When they asked for your help hacking, you assumed they at least had the decency to have decent Wi-Fi, but did they? No. These dumbasses have you hacking into a private server for classified information via the guest Wi-Fi at the Internet Cafe next door.

Yes, those places still exist.

There’s only so much information you can gather without hacking into the server’s VPN. You spend a few minutes scanning available reports before getting irritated. None of this shit was useful.

Your fingers perch over your keys as you ponder how far you want to dig. Is your VPN strong enough to block theirs from tracking your location? You really didn’t know who you were dealing with here, let alone what technology they possessed.

You have to decide if you’re willing to risk it all.

You know it’s a double-edged sword. Once you connect, you’ll be able to see them, but they also might be able to see you. You just hope your firewall holds against whatever cybersecurity they might have.

Hacking in wasn’t too hard, so it seems like whatever security they have is pretty dismal. Good.

With full access, you begin searching the new files now accessible on the server, becoming lost in the words that flash across your screen. You’re so focused that you don’t notice the attack on your firewall, at least until you get the notification that your VPN has been disconnected.

Fuck.

One moment you’re reading and the next, your fingers are flying across the screen to download whatever files you can manage.

You really didn’t know who you were dealing with, yet you still took the risk.

Holy shit, you’d completely underestimated them. It’d taken them all of, what? 15 minutes to breach your connection… You’re fucked. You know they’re coming for you.

What you don’t expect is for them to come after you as quickly as they do.

You’re three pages into a trial report download when you see it.

“No." Staring back at you are two familiar names whose last names match your own. "No, it can’t be…” You aren’t able to click any further when you notice movement out of the corner of your eye in the rearview mirror. “Lian,” she glances up from her dolls with tiny, knitted brows, “I need you to do exactly as I say, okay?”

“Yes, mommy,” she says, nodding obediently. At this, she sets down the toys she’s holding in her hands.

You waste no time in clicking on Roy’s contact, knowing he's the closest as you usher Lian to hide under the seat. You shoot off an SOS message but, when the call gets sent to voicemail, you’re forced to turn your attention back to the situation at hand.

You’re on your own.

“Stay put, stay quiet,” you warn before placing an Alice and Wonderland blanket over her tiny form. “I need you to be brave like you were before at the coffee shop. Do you understand what that means?”

Do you understand we’re in danger?

She nods, showing obvious signs of being spooked, though she allows you to finish placing the blanket over her.

“If anyone tries to get in the car, run and hide really well. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” she hesitates for a moment as if she doesn’t know if she should divulge this information or not. “I’m scared,” she whispers finally.

“Me too and that’s okay. I love-.”

“Aww, how sweet,” a deep, melodic voice speaks. The deceptively calm sound reverberates throughout the packed parking garage. You look from your left to your right but don't see any movement. Your breathing picks up as you shift your body to face forward in the car again. Had it all been a figment of your imagination? “Not.”

No, not imagination. Definitely not your imagination.

Your heart stops, then rapidly flutters into a frenzy at the sinister resoluteness of the female voice. You don’t even realize you’re holding your breath as you survey the expanse of concrete in front of you until you smack backward into the headrest, startled by a crimson cardinal taking flight. You snort lightly, placing a comforting hand over your heart in a vain attempt to calm it after the false alarm.

Head in the game.

You hand your phone to Lian and guide her finger over to the call button on Roy’s contact, nodding encouragingly when she presses it.

“Keep pressing that button, chickie. Tell dad we need help.”

“Help?”

You nod, wishing you’d at least tried to call Jason, hell, even Damian, but it's too late now. You feel like you’re going to need all the help you can get with whoever this creep is.

Based on your previous encounters, this didn’t seem like any type of thug you’d dealt with before. This woman, whoever she is, carries a dangerous edge, making the other goons seem dull in comparison.

You’re already unbuckled with the doors locked, but you allow your hand to make its way to the door handle, ready at any moment for the voice to reveal herself.

Passenger side mirror.

Your head snaps to follow a tuft of black that stuck out just beyond the beginning of the window.

Got her.

You take one last look at Lian before bracing the door handle.

It’s now or never.

She opens the door just as you open yours. You tumble out just in time, watching as a dart is thrown centimeters away from where your head had just been. Your eyes snap up to see a familiar mask and dodge the barrage of three other darts she sends your way.

Oh, shit.

You slam your door shut and panic when you see the back door open to reveal a shell-shocked Lian.

“Mommy?”

“Yes?” you and Cheshire respond in unison.

You stare at each other briefly in confusion, though, luckily, your sense of urgency kicks back in faster than hers. It only offers you a few seconds head start, but you’ll take all the help you can get right now.

“Lian!” you yell as Cheshire finally tears her attention away from Lian to bound over the hood of your car. “Remember what I told you.”

You’re too busy dodging what appears to be sais to see if Lian’s taken off to hide or not, so you try to keep Cheshire as far away from your car as possible. You dodge a few more timed attacks until it’s obvious to her that you aren’t planning on going down easy.

You’re not stupid enough to attempt the flips you used to know, but your form comes back easily enough. Plus, your reflexes aren’t quite as shit as they’d been when you sparred the previous night, so manage to hold your own. For how long, though, is the real question.

She can easily overpower you and the more impatient she becomes, the more accurately timed and lethal her swipes become. You’re lucky when a particular stab of hers gets her sais jammed into some unlucky person’s car.

This is the perfect opportunity to escape.

You’re scrambling, weaving in and out of cars, hoping to lose her, but you’ve watched enough Young Justice with Lian to know the assassin’s a ruthless hunter. Though, it also means you know some of her signature moves. You do a mental checklist: avoid poisoned darts, avoid poisoned sais, avoid the kunai, avoid Cheshire.

Check, check, no dagger yet and an in-progress check.

You struggle to push past the strain in your legs. Your lungs burn pathetically and your heart’s hammering against your rib cage, threatening to explode through your pulsating flesh. Your rapid pulse beats along every inch of your being, heating your skin uncomfortably as it does.

Training, you nod to yourself. You definitely need more training.

Right now, however, it’s time to give it all you’ve got with what you’ve got. You know you need to push through the pain and get your head level again.

It’s hard to forget that Lian’s still very much in danger, if not for the sole fact that it’s her mom. You’ve never seen her interact with Lian and you aren’t about to let her get close enough to find out if she’ll hurt Lian or not. Cheshire attacking you with her daughter right there already speaks volumes and you don’t really like what those volumes are saying.

You know you’ve only thrown the assassin off for so long. What little downtime you have, you need to use strategically to your advantage. You shift your focus to coverage. If you find coverage, she won’t have enough room for the signature blows she’s known for. Either that or you need to get back in your car.

“You’re slippery,” you don’t have time to process anything Cheshire's saying as she finds you and unsheathes- “just like a white rabbit.” Annnd there’s the dagger you’ve been waiting for. She presses it menacingly against your stomach before body slamming against the car you’d been hiding behind. You groan out in pain as she forces your face to meet hers, “They call me Cheshire, darling,” she drawls, tilting her mask to the side, sending an eerie shiver down your spine as her dark eyes search yours. There’s nowhere to run to. “I’m always mad enough to catch up.”

Huh?

Maybe it was the impact from the car, but the bitch was making no sense.

“Wait- you’re mad, or you’re mad?” you ask. She's definitely mad crazy, but she has no reason to be mad or angry with you. You’ve only ever seen the woman in 2D.

The look she offers in return leaves no doubts in your mind.

She stabs you one good time in the stomach and pulls back to plunge again when Roy shows up amidst your horrified screams.

“Is this a literal custody battle?” Roy’s bionic arm fires off a round of arrows out of his semi-automatic crossbow feature. She pulls you in front of her and he instantly raises his hands in surrender, slowly moving forward to close the distance without trying to test her patience. “Wouldn’t it’ve been easier to just subpoena my ass or something?”

“Maybe I could if she were actually yours.” She flips her long black hair over her shoulder, leaving you a minuscule window of opportunity to drop from her grasp. “You know, legal loopholes and such.”

You make your move, leaving Roy momentarily stunned by your quick instincts. Luckily, he recovers faster than Cheshire. This time, he fires off a smoke bomb that hits the car next to her, causing it to explode upon contact.

Now’s the perfect time to get back to the car.

You use the smoke as cover, wasting no time in dropping to avoid the blind swipe of her blade.

Roy, however, isn’t so lucky.

“Shit,” he hisses as the blade makes contact.

In the process of pulling your shirt over your nose to prevent any coughing, you wince as the sliding fabric glazes over your fresh wound. However, there’s no time to stop and inspect just how bad it is when she’s this close. You gather your bearings to run, crouched, amongst the rows of cars.

Roy seems to be keeping her occupied enough when you peer around your cover to see Jason finally making an appearance. You notice his lack of guns, figuring it's probably out of fear of ricochets. Not knowing where Lian is seems like enough incentive not to bring any firepower to the mix, anyway.

Wait…

Suddenly, you see Lian not even 10 feet away, lying on the ground with her blanket covering her.

“You left a trail, little rabbit!” Her shrill voice sounds like it's only a few cars behind you and closing in quickly.

You raise a brow at the odd nickname but take the time to rip off your shirt and tie it tight around the wound as a tourniquet. At least you're wearing your cute bra today. Who are you kidding? At least you're wearing a bra at all today.

By the time Cheshire sniffs you out, you’re halfway across the lot with Lian in your sights. From this angle, you’re sure she doesn’t see Lian and you intend to keep it that way.

She lunges for your exerted form. It’s at this moment you truly face the fact that, holy shit, you’ve been stabbed.

“Agh!” Your wound protests vehemently as you duck and roll, immediately regretting taking the fight to the ground. It’d been a call made in desperation, but it’s one that may just put an end to you.

“Ah, ah,” Roy tuts and sends a few well-aimed shots her way, sending her clamoring off you, “I thought we were playing. You’re gonna break my heart.”

Your breath stops as her sais slice through Roy’s armor, impaling him once again.

“Yeah, that was the idea,” she holds the weapons in him for a moment longer, twisting them agonizingly into his flesh before withdrawing them with a sickening, slick noise.

You watch for a few moments more as Roy stumbles to his feet, getting out of the way of where Jason’s got Cheshire engaged in hand-to-hand combat.

You need to focus: get to Lian, get to the car.

You’ve bled enough by now that you’re feeling a mental strain, but you push through enough to get to Lian.

“Hey, chickie,” you sniffle and wipe away the tears in her eyes, swaying as you crouch in front of her. Your hand smacks to the floor for support as you waver slightly. “I need you to stay right here. Don’t move, okay? Even when you see my car, alright? Stay very still and very quiet.”

You want to say more, but you risk drawing Cheshire’s attention your way if you do. You take a few deep breaths and attempt to regulate your breathing, but it never does.

The hardest thing to do is leave Lian the second time. At least you know she’s safe.

You give her a tight hug and begin to run off, but you end up stumbling and falling to the ground as your vision tunnels around you.

This isn’t good.

Can’t run? Can’t crawl? You groan in pain as you flip yourself onto your back to drag yourself the remaining distance. Your wound permeates pain in protest with each pull. Each drag adds a new set of scrapes on your exposed back, though it’s better than subjecting your stab wound to the dirty garage conditions.

By the time you reach the car, your head feels as clouded and dizzy as it had when you’d smoked weed with Jason and Roy all those years ago.

You hoist yourself off the ground sluggishly, missing the handle entirely. You fall flat to the ground below with a pained cry. Your sniffles steadily pour out of you as you come to the scary realization you don’t have enough in you to do anymore.

You’re really going to bleed out right here and now on the pavement of this godforsaken parking garage.

You think of Lian, who's been forced to watch you drag yourself; now she has to watch you die too?

You haven’t given everything you have because you’re still breathing, blinking, still in pain, still alive. You’re still alive and you intend to keep it that way.

It’s by the grace of whatever gods, or lack thereof, are out there that your keys have remained on you throughout this whole ordeal. Their presence alone is enough motivation to get you moving. You’re just glad no one else is around to see you flopping around so pathetically as you maneuver your body into the driver’s seat.

You pause.

As soon as you shut the door, she’ll be on you. As soon as you turn on the car, she’ll be on you. These are facts you force yourself to come to terms with as you prepare to face her one last time.

You gulp and force your focus on the blurry figures moving ahead of you until you’re able to make out Roy’s red hair on the ground. Cheshire looks like she’s about to put Jason in the very same state.

Breathe.

You buckle your seatbelt.

Breathe.

You drag your remaining leg inside the vehicle with a weak groan.

Breathe.

You don’t have any more time to waste.

The car door slams shut at the same time the engine turns over.

Just as you anticipated, she’s searching for you as soon as the sound rings out into the concrete abyss. What she hadn’t anticipated is for you to have enough balls to actually go through with mowing her down. Jason, on the other hand, knows you’re crazy enough to run someone over and throws himself backward, out of the way of her strike, just clear of the hood of your car.

Cheshire… Well, not so much.

Familiar fiery locks come into view as Roy rips off your car door with his bionic arm. You can hardly focus when the impact of the small crash, coupled with your wound and blood loss, has you fighting to remain conscious. The pain alone is becoming unbearably euphoric and you can’t imagine that means anything good.

You need medical attention and stat.

“It’s over, baby,” Roy pants as he holds your half-naked torso in his arms. “It’s over- it’s okay. You did good, baby.”

You nod at him through the panting. “We got her?” you manage blearily.

“Yeah, you got her.”

Your adrenaline has prevented you from feeling too much of your injury, but the ripples of pain become stronger with each passing moment as the exhilarating hormone wears off. You clutch desperately at your stomach. Both you and Roy are horrified when you pull back to see the slick amount of blood that pools from your palms. A quick glance down proves your makeshift tourniquet has already completely soaked through.

Yeah, this isn't good.

“What happened?” Jason has an unharmed Lian in his arms. You’re finally able to breathe again.

He’s frantic, but in the haze of your blood loss, you’re not exactly sure why.

“It’s good. It’s okay,” you try to repeat Roy’s words back to him, but for some reason, they’re coming out slurred. “It’s okay.”

And it is.

•••

When you come to, Roy’s standing over you in what you realize is the apartment’s tub. You’re in your bra and underwear with a towel covering your waist down.

“We’ve got you. You’re safe.”

You’ve become familiar with those words with this family.

“Lian!” you call out, suddenly remembering you hadn’t been alone.

“Not a scratch,” Roy assures you with a sincerity you aren’t used to. “Thank you. Seriously,” he says your name as he tilts your chin up to meet his tired eyes. “You... you have no idea-. I have no idea what I’d do if I lost either of you.”

You have no time to react before he’s dragging you into a slow, sweet kiss that would probably be considered chaste for Roy but leaves you reeling, nonetheless.

“What the fuck?” Jason says, suddenly appearing out of nowhere.

Roy pulls away from you with a whine, “Jay.”

Jason says nothing further, just sets down the set of clothes he’d been carrying before coming to your side to begin the lengthy process of stitching.

•••

You hear Jason and Roy fighting in the bathroom when you wake up alone in bed- their bed.

You stir further, noting the early hour on their clock. Lian wouldn’t be up for another hour or two at the very least, so they didn’t have to worry about that, but you were once again reminded of just how much you were intruding on their life.

Now you’ve gone and kissed Roy.

You feign sleep when they come back out, though Jason sees right through it. He gently smacks you on the hip and motions for Roy to join you on the bed so he can redress your wounds.

“I don’t want to come between the two of you,” you say quietly, then wince at a particular tug. Roy unwraps the dressing as Jason flits about the hallway for more materials. “That’s not my intention at all.”

“That’s not the issue,” Roy admits as he rubs calmly at your side in apology. “Even if it was, I kissed you first,” he hesitates before sighing. “Jay’s just thrown off by the whole thing s’all.” He sees your worried face and quickly adds. “About the attack, not the kiss. It was good- I mean,” the redhead clears his throat with his voice now coming out deeper, “you liked the kiss. Did you? I mean… Fuck.” He backs off, shutting his eyes tightly. “Just forget I even opened my mouth,” he says, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

You watch as his strawberry tresses cascade across his eyes as he looks busies himself with your wound.

When Jason comes in, you look up. He’s staring you down with a curious intensity that has you questioning his steadfast gate. You’re sure as fuck not expecting him to walk over and peck the corner of your mouth, but he does.

“How are you feeling?”

You’re momentarily stunned by the brief contact, only to startle at Roy's obnoxious laughter.

So, their fight really hadn’t been about the kiss, then?

Oh.

“Uh, yeah,” you nod dumbly, “good.” You mentally berate yourself for being just as tongue-tied as Roy had been with you. “Feeling like I got stabbed, but yeah, still good.”

“Cool,” he says. At this, he moves to deal with your wound.

You pull off the shirt they’ve put you in, only hesitating after the fact when you realize you’re still wearing your bloodied bra. You quickly rid yourself of the reeking fabric, trying to seem unphased that you’re currently on full display.

“Cool,” you say, completing your inside joke with an embarrassed flush that puts a pleased look on his face.

He sets to work quickly and delicately. In the daze of your sleep-riddled, injured mind, you’ve forgotten that Roy also needs his wounds tended to.

“Well, isn’t this familiar?” Roy winks from beside you as Jason carefully dotes over the two of you. Roy’s flirtatiousness only serves to make things worse as your nipples start to harden in the cold air. Roy, the fucking pervert he is, notices instantly. “Jay’s always had the best hands, don’t you think?” he asks pointedly, fully knowing the answer is of fucking course.

You feel the goosebumps his touch leaves in its wake and are sure they’ve both been noticing, too.

The entire mood changes when he actually begins to clean, though. You cling to Roy for support, wishing you had something to bite down on.

“I know, I know,” Jason coos while Roy’s fingers trickle up and down your arm as he tries to distract you from the pain.

You’re a tough bitch. Like, all things considered, a really tough bitch.

Come to think of it, you hadn’t even cried when you'd been stabbed. If you could take the wound, you could take the aftercare. At least, that’s what you’d thought until Jason’s fingers came across a particularly sore area. The damning touch shoots pain to your very core, leaving your back arching off the bed with a sharp moan.

“I’m sorry, babe,” Jason’s cooing increases tenfold as he finishes up tending to your stomach. When he’s done, he hands you a clean shirt, helping you gently glide it past the stitches before straddling your thighs and capturing your lips with his own.

You could’ve easily disengaged from his lips if you’d wanted to, but that was the thing: you didn’t want this to end. Sensing your reciprocation, his mouth begins to move eagerly against yours out of pure desperation. You can't exactly blame him when they’d come so close to losing you.

Roy chortles from beside you as Jason deepens the kiss. You breathlessly take on his passion as you tilt your head to better meet his own, feeling the doubt in his shaky hands as they move across your skin with readable hesitancy.

No, they definitely hadn’t been fighting about the kiss.

Jason tilts your chin up with his index finger and pecks you to complete the electrifying kiss.

“We would never fight over you. Promise,” he says genuinely, leaving you to nod, though you still don’t understand what that really means. Especially not after having kissed both of them and having slept naked in between them. “We just can’t have you getting hurt, is all.”

You see Jason fiddling with something gold, a box. Once you place the object, you tilt your head in confusion.

“You don’t want to see me hurt, so you got me jewelry?”

“It’s SOS jewelry,” Roy supplies. He snatches it from Jason and motions for you to stick out your wrist, but you continue to look at the offending box like it’s going to bite you. “We talked about it and we decided really don’t want to involve you any more than we already have.”

So much for teamwork, huh?

In the stress of the aftermath, your body does what it’s always done when people show you they care- run.

Your smile falls instantly.

They decided for you? They said they aren’t going to involve you anymore because… Tears begin to catch painfully in your throat. You want to cry knowing you’re just a liability to them. First day on the job and you’ve already fucked everything up.

“What do you mean not going to involve me anymore?” you ask in a whisper.

“Princess,” Roy starts, but you cut him off.

“No, I’m already involved. It’s too fucking late for that, so what do you mean?” you reiterate your previous question with a sharp finger to Jason’s chest, who's, unfortunately for him, the person closest to you. Your voice steadily raises as your emotions swiftly intensify. “What were you planning on doing? Disappearing again ‘for my own good?’” you add the last part with sarcastic air quotes. You make to get off the bed with a scoff, “You know what? This was a mistake.”

Moving in with them, the kissing, or maybe even giving them a second chance, you don’t know. What you do know is that, right now, it’s all wrong.

You tell yourself to prepare for the pain so you can keep a straight face when you walk away, but you’re not prepared for the electrifying jolt that shoots from the wound. The agony alone nearly sends you tumbling right back into Jason and Roy as you begin to stand.

“Where are you going?”

“Anywhere but here,” you snap, wincing wince at the affiliation each movement brings but continue toward the front door, nonetheless.

“Yeah?” Jason blocks your limping form easily. “With what car?”

You curse, forgetting you’d purposefully wrecked it in the fight.

You end up in Roy’s minivan, arms crossed and a pout that rivals Lian’s signature one as they drop you off at the entrance of Damian’s apartment. You’re too pissed to even acknowledge that your original minivan hunch had been right.

You don’t care if it looks like you’re crawling back because you’re not.

You hobble from the car, producing his guest access key and walk into the elevator without looking back.

You click random floors, check your phone and count five minutes before hitting the lobby button again. When you emerge, the coast is clear. The gaudy 2005 beaten-up metal junk Roy called a car was nowhere in sight.

They really thought they can just kick you out of the operation like you're a fucking hindrance? Even after all you’ve done for them? After everything you’ve proven to them time and time again?

It's never enough.

You're never good enough to join them as equals and never would be, it seems.

The crumbled remains of your apartment are a far cry from a welcoming picture, but it feels good to be in a place that’s solely yours.

You know, have known, how to care for yourself by yourself your entire life. They aren’t going to change that with some stupid SOS jewelry as if you’re some damsel in distress. No, fuck that. Fuck them.

The blocks of concrete and brick are difficult to traverse with your fresh injury, but you manage alright. It’s not like there’s anyone here to make fun of your pathetic form, anyway.

The living room is a complete mess and you find nothing but building debris within its confines. Your room and the bathroom are much of the same. While neither had ever been anywhere in the realm of nice, they both now easily fall under the ‘looking like complete shit’ category.

Your parent's room, on the other hand, remains completely untouched.

That’s odd.

You move to inspect the room further and gasp when your feet come into contact with rivers of thick… something.

A message has been left on the dilapidated wall of where their room meets the bathroom, oozing wet red to the floor.

The crimson liquid, whatever it is, is fresh. It’s as if someone had just been here before you arrived.

BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER.

The bombing, the information you’d found in the garage and now this message. All it does is further confirm what you’ve already feared.

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to stay away.”

You startle at the realization that you’re not as alone as you’d thought.

That voice…

“Cheshire,” you breathe. You quickly turn around only to be immediately forced against her chest. You can’t help but flinch as her sword steadies itself at the top of your neck. “I was starting to think I drove you away.”

She doesn’t bother responding to your dumb joke; she only secures her grip on you as a warning.

“Just who are you?”

“Wait, you’re asking me that?” you laugh and instantly halt when the blade presses deeper. “Literally no one,” you manage with a strained voice.

All at once, the pressure is gone and you fall to the floor in an instant, desperately grasping at your neck. Her unimpressed stare cuts through your exerted heap on the floor.

You silently wish she’d just go ahead and kill you or whatever. There’s obviously no escape route this time.

“That can’t be true when I have a contract this big for you.” She looks over you menacingly, leaving you to throw up your hands in surrender.

There's nothing you can do in your wounded state. The only reason you’d been able to defeat her in the first place was because of your car. You didn’t have to look around to know that there was no car in sight for you to use.

You’re absolutely fucked.

“Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

You flip the script. If you’re going to die, you may as well get some answers “What are you doing with Two Face?”

She tilts her head slowly. “For someone who’s no one, you sure seem to know a lot.” Her masked face is centimeters away from yours as she ponders her next move. “Since I’m going to kill you, I guess I can let you in on a little secret.”

As she turns away, you click the SOS button on your bracelet in your pocket and focus on keeping her talking.

“Hardly seems little,” you laugh humorlessly.

Her expressionless mask regards you as she speaks, “No, it doesn’t.” The killer walks around you with effortless footwork, avoiding all rubble without once looking down. “You’ve pissed off my bosses.”

“Multiple?”

“Too many to count. Joker and Two Face are at the head of it, though,” she gets in your face again. “You’ve caught yourself right smack in the middle of a little laundering scheme that’s going to line my pockets very well. Guess I should thank you for that before I murder you,” she says, shrugging disinterestedly like she doesn’t care if she kills you or not. Your life is worthless to her in every other aspect than monetarily.

Joker.

Five years later, you think bitterly and his name still haunts you. All these years and your parents still haunt you.

It never ends.

No, it never ended in the first place.

“I don’t suppose you do a coin flip before you kill?” you joke humorlessly.

“Trust me, it won’t matter in a moment.”

She goes to strike, but you dodge just as the door you were trapped against gets blown open by what you assume to be one of Roy’s arrows.

You manage to roll just in time to avoid a majority of the blast, but the jostling movement leaves you clutching at the fresh stitches on your stomach.

“Shouldn’t you be under a car somewhere downtown?” Roy snarkily barks into the room.

Cheshire regards him briefly, “Your clone would know nothing gets me down for too long.”

You glare at her for flirting with your… well, whatever he was. “Too bad he’s the original, you Wonderland freak show,” you hiss, wasting no time in throwing one of her discarded sais directly at her back.

Jason uses the distraction to shoot her in each of her arms.

You know shit’s really hitting the fan when Damian swoops in to remove you from the scene entirely.

It’s the first time, well, technically, the second time you’ve seen him as Robin. It’s definitely your first time seeing him since figuring out his secret identity, though. Watching his swift technique further proves that he really is the assassin you claimed him to be.

While Jason and Roy fight off Cheshire, you and Damian entertain a mentally exhausted Lian whose only request is to have a princess tea party. What kind of shitty people would you be if you didn’t oblige?

“She acts like she’s your kid,” he says.

You smile, remembering how Stephanie had said the same thing.

“Family,” Lian says pointing at you.

You point at Damian. “Also, family.”

She eyes him skeptically but trusts your judgment enough to nod.

Roy and Jason come back twenty minutes later to the wonderful surprise of the princess tea party, complete with Damian, as Robin, in a tiara and tutu that Lian had forced on him.

“Oh, you’re never living this down, hellspawn.”

Whatever exhaustion Jason had previously faced vanishes as he eagerly snaps a pic of Robin scowling in his princess gear with his teacup poised midair.

“There’s a serious matter at hand, in case you forgot, dipwad,” he spurs everyone into action. “We need to leave this location,” he gets up, throwing the tutu and crown to the floor in obvious distaste as he does, “now.”

“Why don’t we go to the manor?” You assume that’s the safest place to stay at a time like this. Batcave with full armory? Hell yes. Plus, Alfred’s medical care? Double yes.

“Jason has daddy issues,” Roy says like it explains everything. You know he must be feeling like shit because his face is as pale as yours probably is right now.

“So does Damian,” you point at a scowling Damian, “and he still talks to Bruce.”

“You don’t know the half of it,” Jason warns.

“Well, it seems like that’s always the case.”

Silence.

Then, finally, answers.

“Ever since the past few years or so, when I became the Red Hood I am now,” his face scrunches up as he fights some internal battle, “it’s been different.” He rubs at the back of his neck sheepishly. “I do things differently.”

“Killing for your washed-up drug gang is hardly noble, Todd.”

You’re left in shock at this new information.

“It’s money,” he pleads with you, begging you to understand, but you don’t. This isn’t the Jason you thought you knew.

“Wait a minute. So, you have me babysitting your kid so you can go off and run a drug ring?” You look at them, thoroughly disgusted. “After everything Roy’s been through?”

He looks away from you like he can’t bear to face you.

With all the things they're still holding close to their chest, now you definitely don’t want them to know about your parent’s involvement.

Lian whines and you realize this is another thing you just have to take in and move on from. At least for now, that is. The dangerous predicament you find yourself in is completely unorthodox and requires your full attention for the time being- not this petty back and forth bullshit.

“How many bedrooms does your penthouse have again?” Damian sighs at your question, knowing what’s coming next. “Not including the stripper room.”

“If you want to be that way,” he pushes at you lightly, minding your injury, “you can stay in that one.”

“But there’s no bed!”

“Should’ve just shut the fuck up, then.”

You laugh. He doesn’t have to say anything, but based on his prickliness, you can tell Damian is, at the very least, happy you're safe.

“What are we standing around for then?" Damian tch’s. "An invitation from the Queen? She’s dead; let’s go.”

You tug your singular suitcase along with Lian’s and take them downstairs where you’re met with…

“THE BATMOBILE?!” You nearly drop the suitcase you’d been holding in shock.

Damian smirks at you while Roy and Jason mutter skeptically behind you. Lian, on the other hand, joins you in your squealing glee, much to their chagrin.

“God, remind me never to do this again,” Damian groans. You and Lian pout at Damian, leaving him to roll his eyes. “Get in, losers.”

•••

Once everyone settles in at Damian’s penthouse and Lian’s been put to bed, you join the three men at Damian’s dining room table.

Information and leads are splayed out across the wooden surface that you glance at half-heartedly. You already know most of the information going on at this point, well, more than they know, at the very least. However, you still plan to keep the information close to your chest for now.

They’d been looking over the stacks of photos and files while you read Lian to sleep, so when you rejoin them, you find yourself interrupting a disagreement between Damian and Jason.

You’re weak.

Your body is, at least. You sag into the available seat, hoping no one will notice your slow crawl of movements.

The sweat and blood from earlier have long dried across the expanse of your skin, but the mission isn’t done just yet. You know you’ll have to tell them something, you just know that you definitely can’t tell them everything.

“Well, do we have someone to interrogate?” They tell him no, that Cheshire had escaped. “Next time, let me handle it. I won’t fuck it up like you two imbeciles. For fuck’s sake, does anyone know fucking anything?”

“It’s Joker and Two Face behind it all,” you lie, hoping that offering them big information will throw them off your trail. You couldn’t let them find out your parents are also partially behind it until you knew exactly how. Besides, it’s not like they weren’t still keeping shit from you. Hello- drug lords? Yeah, you haven’t forgotten that tidbit of information. “Cheshire mentioned it being some sort of money laundering scheme.”

You try to add as much information as possible so they don't suspect you're holding anything back. You're crushed when they immediately come to your side to comfort you.

“That could explain the mugging and the thing at the cafe with Two Face’s gang members,” Roy reasons. You see the way his eyes move back and forth aimlessly as if trying to put the pieces together. It’s quite cute, in all honesty, but you’re still very much upset with him.

Jason shakes his head. “We can’t just assume the first thing. It’ll only put us at a disadvantage. And, as is, Cheshire’s a far cry from a trustworthy source.”

In the chaos of battle, your wound had reopened. Meanwhile, the scrapes on your back from earlier continued to burn. The scrapes are the biggest fuck you, serving as a constant searing presence on top of the already unbearable pain from the far more sinister puncture wound.

Blood seeps from your shirt and Roy pauses in his theory as the rest of the table takes notice.

“We should call it a night,” the redhead clears his throat and moves to help you up. “We’ll have you go back tomorrow to investigate the bomb and track down Cheshire.”

You feel like you’re back at square one.

Everyone breaks away from the table with hushed goodnights and promises to help you get to the bottom of this.

If only they knew. If only you could find it in yourself to tell them.

Jason and Roy delicately lead you to the guest room. Jason’s arm is wrapped around one side of you with Roy’s on the other side only furthered the sinking feeling in your gut. You worry that you’ve made a mistake by hiding the information, but it's too late to reveal it to them now… Right?

The best part about Damian’s penthouse, you decide as they usher you inside, is the entire section of the guest bathroom that’s dedicated to an open shower.

Jason folds a towel for you to sit on and helps undress you while Roy starts the water and removes his own clothes. You figure you’ve already all seen each other naked once- what’s a second time?

You’re too drained to comment, anyway, as Jason strips down to his boxers. One glance at Roy and he’s kicking them off to the dry side of the floor.

They do the painful parts first, wincing as they scrub around the perimeter of your wound before helping you with your regular shower rituals that you have trouble completing on your own.

“Will it scar?”

“Yes,” Jason doesn’t hesitate. You’d slump further down against the shower wall if you knew it wouldn’t hurt like shit. Just what you needed, another ugly fucking scar to add to your collection. “So will Roy’s,” he shoots you a pointed look, “just in the way mine have. I recall you telling me they didn’t look so bad.” You had said that, you realize with a sheepish glance his way. “Don’t break my heart and tell me it was a lie, babe.”

A lie.

You snort.

Yeah, you breaking his heart. That’s rich.

“No,” you relinquish. It comes out more of a grunt than anything, considering your wound’s been properly disturbed for a decent amount of time now. “Not a lie,” you sigh but notice tension release you don’t realize you’ve been holding onto when Jason resumes his gentle cleaning.

“You wanna know how I got these scars?”

Your mind’s not completely here after the blood loss and agonizing, well, stabbing pain, but you’re cognizant enough to realize you should feel like extra shit for lying now.

You’ve been on edge, always expecting them to throw games your way as they’d done in the past, but you’re all adults now.

If you want to get anywhere close to them, you can’t use your walls as weapons against them while also assuming the worst of them. It’s not fair to them and it’s sure as hell not fair to yourself.

Do you want to know?

Of course.

You’ve wondered about those scars ever since Jason first barged into your world.

Your stomach twists uncomfortably as you give him your selfish answer. “Yes,” you breathe.

It echoes around the ceramics of the room, forcing you to hear your own betrayal smack around like the crack of a whip as each wave hits your ear.

Roy shifts uncomfortably beside you and you wonder how long it’s been since he’s heard the story. Maybe he’s never actually heard it come from Jason himself. If that's the case, it's an even playing field.

“My mom,” he laughs bitterly, “my own fucking mother sold me out to that damned clown. When I told you I know about how he lingers, trust me, I know.” His voice breaks at the same time your heart does. “I wanted, for so long, to let you in. I wanted, for so long, to let you know you weren’t alone- that I understood your pain.”

You can relate to him more than he’ll ever hopefully know.

“Jason,” you whisper, wishing he wouldn’t tell you more. You don’t deserve it with what you’re withholding from him.

He can’t stop looking at you.

You’re the one who’s been stabbed and yet he’s the one who looks like he’s in the most pain.

“It was a setup, of course. I felt dumb for walking into it, but I did and I paid for it,” he suddenly stops. You watch as he drags his thumb across the exact length of each and every scar. “He beat me mercilessly. First with a crowbar and then, when I was lucid enough, his hands. I was never meant to make it out of the warehouse, was just trying to buy my mom a little more time to escape even after everything,” he grits his teeth. “Shit was rigged to blow from the start. It was stupid, so fucking dumb of me. I still can’t believe I really-.”

“Jay, baby,” Roy sucks in a sharp breath, stumbling over to comfort him, “it’s not your fault.”

So, this is what it’s like to be on the opposite end of this conversation.

It’s as if Jason sees this recognition light up behind your eyes, giving him the strength to continue. “I don’t remember what happened after; I just remember waking up, but not in the way you think.”

“Wait,” you think back to all the comic villains and startle, “so, the Lazarus pit is real?”

“Uh,” it’s their turn to look shocked, “it is. But its powers do far more damage than the good people claim it to do.” Jason shakes his head. “It can make you angry. Really fucking vengeful. Even to this day, I feel like the residue lingers and I hate it. At least, I think it stems from the pit. Who really knows? Maybe I've always been this fucked up,” he laments as he glances down at his hands, flexing them in and out of fists. “I wasn’t in a good place when you met me. I’d just come back a year later to see some random fucks walking around the manor, Joker still kicking and my mantle replaced. I wanted to kill the bastard and I wanted to kill Bruce for letting him live.”

It’s quiet for a few moments. You don’t know what to do other than grab his hand that’s closest to you and rub gentle circles into his damp skin.

“Therapy helps, Roy helps.” Jason’s blush is back and he hesitates just minutely enough for you to pick up on. “You being around again helps. Opening up to you helps.”

Your heart flutters, then sinks.

Tell them.

Jason goes back to rinsing you, but Roy and your eyes linger, neither of you quite knowing what to say. One thing’s for sure, though, after that somber conversation, you’re feeling more alert.

Tell them.

And, you swear you’re going to until you realize you’re now face-to-face with both of their dicks.

Even clothed, Jason’s bulge alone has you sweating and forgetting the plan to come clean to them.

While you’d technically already slept naked together, it’d been so dark you hadn’t actually seen… er.

It’s big. Okay?

Even flaccid, Roy’s pink-tipped dick has all your dazed attention.

What’s worse is when he notices and smirks. No, what’s worse is you don’t have it in you to stop staring even after he catches you. Luckily, he seems to let you off the hook, considering the worst thing he does is continuing to flash a dopey, shit-eating grin.

Roy’s able to wash most of his body before he tires out and slumps to the floor beside you.

He bumps into you playfully once seated. “Hey.”

Jason’s working on sudsing up your arms, then shoulders. He hesitates at your neck, but you tilt your head to the side to face Roy, exposing it to him. It’s all the encouragement he needs to continue until…

“Uh, do you want me to finish Roy off and then I can…” Jason shifts uncomfortably with the washcloth. “Or were you wanting to...?”

Your head tiredly rolls back to face him. “Jay, what?” you question groggily. Your head is too fucked up to read between the lines of what he’s asking you.

Your blinking is languid, but even between the long pauses in vision, it's impossible to miss the bright blush splotching across Jason’s scarred cheeks. “Would you want to finish cleaning up on your own?” he asks politely.

You glance down to where his hand lays, waiting on your upper thigh.

Oh.

“Yeah, sure.”

He hands you the cloth and it immediately slips through your grasp. You wince as your hand slowly inches down toward the damp heap in your lap. You don’t have the energy to check, but you can feel both sets of green eyes on you.

Jason wastes no time in collecting the washcloth and continuing to rub the remnants of battle from your skin.

“This isn’t sexual,” Jason reassures you.

“Yeah,” you snort, “that’s exactly what you want to hear from someone giving you a sponge bath.” Roy cackles until Jason smacks the towel dangerously close to his stitches, effectively shutting both you and the redhead up. “Sorry,” you wince.

The man had stitched you up, bathed you, let you see his boyfriend’s nice cock and even opened up to you. The least you can do is drop the sarcasm at his sake.

“If I couldn’t handle back talk, do you really think I’d be holed up with this fucker?”

The washcloth drags suds across your erect nipples and Roy, as respectful as his perverted ass has been this entire time, can’t help the way his pupils dilate as he follows each swipe across your skin. He is, however, respectful enough to stare at the ceiling when Jason’s rough hands move lower.

He cleans your folds with the washcloth thoroughly, though he doesn’t linger any longer than necessary before helping Roy finish washing up.

•••

It turns out you do have to sleep on the couch in the pole room.

Jason and Roy graciously offer for you to stay with them and Lian in the bed, but you don’t want to give Lian the wrong idea.

“Don’t be silly. I’ll be good out here.”

As if to prove your point, you slowly nestle into the sheets Damian had laid out for you. Along with two feather pillows, Damian had also left an insanely comfortable duvet. The comfort only lasts for so long, though. It’s a couch, after all and there’s only so much the duvet can do to offset it. You feel like you can’t get a full breath without pulling at the stitches. Soon, you realize eating tomorrow will be an event, too.

Ugh.

After what feels like hours of staring at the ceiling, you give up and allow yourself to do what you wanted to do in the first place. Even if you are still a bit hurt that Jason said they’d open up, then kept things from you, you can at least acknowledge that he did eventually tell you something.

You slip into their bed quietly. As soon as you're tucked under the covers, they instantly cuddle around you, careful of your wound. They indulge you easily, playing with your hair, kissing along your body. You allow yourself to bask in the fluttering feeling of their attention. In their warmth, you manage to push past the guilt of lying to them and find sleep.

There’s always a catch, it seems.

There’s always a reason the three of you can’t be together. Namely, that this entire relationship is a mere daydream of yours. No, namely, that you’re currently fucking up whatever chances you have with them over some selfish, short-lived effort to save your already broken image from further tarnishing from the sins of your blood.

Even after all of this, you’re lying to yourself if you think being with them will ever be anything more than a fantasy.

A/N: Tumblr was a bitch w this post for some reason :(

how r u liking it so far?? this has honestly been one of my fave chaps to write since the skipping/motorcycle incident in chap 4 and ofc the joker scenes in chaps 10 and 12

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