#Jason is so salty dick didn’t pick up the phone

[ghost-bxrd]

Back again with another Calvin in Owl Song thought 🦉🦉🦉:

So Calvin is working for the Court still, and somehow they end up assigning him to work for the Joker for a night. All hes doing is being extra security, and making sure the Bat doesn't find the Clown too soon, easy enough.

Until Sheila sells Robin out. Until the Clown starts beating him.

Until Robin starts calling out for his dad, asking his mom why she would do that. And Robin is a kid, he's a scrawny little kid, scared and confused and wanting his parent's protection, and Calvin can't do this.

He kills everyone in that warehouse, he can't leave any witnesses, then he grabs Robin and flees; he can't return to the Court after this, nor will Robin return to the Bat, who didnt save him.

Bruce still gets to the warehouse, but just as he gets there, it goes up in flames. When he frantically searches the rubble, there's blood and gore but burned beyond recognition; he has no way of identifying if it's Jason's or not. He has no way of knowing his son wasn't in that warehouse, no way of knowing Jason's still alive.

He plans a funeral and buries an empty casket. Dick loses his mind at the loss of his beloved owlet.

Meanwhile Jason is on the run with Calvin, who refuses to let the little bird out of his sight. The kid clearly doesn't have good parents, so it's up to Calvin to protect him.

And Jason already knows how to deal with Talons, how to communicate with owl noises and body language. He also knows that this Talon cares for him, feels protective of him, but won't let him leave, and he knows he can't run from a Talon; Dick would always find him whenever he tried to hide, for whatever reason. So all Jason could do was try and convince Calvin to take him back to Gotham.

Except as soon as he manages that, assuming Nightwing is patrolling, Dick notices a Talon's presence in the city. Of course he does.

He thinks nothing of it when he catches glimpses of Jason; hallucinations are becoming increasingly normal for him. But what chills him to the bone is that whenever he sees his owlet, the Talon he's noticed is never far behind; always watching, always there.

Calvin means it as protection, Dick sees it as a threat.

Eventually everything comes to a head after tension builds; maybe Dick somehow realized Jason was alive and thinks he's being stalked by the Court as a prospective Talon, so he lashes out at Calvin who fights back and eventually Jason has to get between them and explain everything.

Except Calvin has gotten attached at this point so he ends up getting dragged to Wayne Manor where he's accepted with open arms; Dick likes that he protected Jason and killed both Joker and Sheila, and everyone already knows how to deal with Talons so he's in good hands.

(wow this came out longer than I expected lmao)

Omg poor Dick would feel like he’s perpetually haunted by glimpses of the past because— that Talon could very well be himself. Or he’s reminded of alternate universes and is heartbreakingly relieved that at least one version of him didn’t let his precious owlet die….

Meanwhile Calvin has hardcore imprinted on Jason, and Jason… well, he’s got experience wrangling Talons. This one obviously needs his help. Also, he may be a teeny-tiny bit pissed at Dick and Bruce. So, no going back home until he’s blown off some steam. Socialized Calvin. All that.

And with Jason and Calvin both busy navigating life (and some awful injuries), they both miss the nuclear fallout of Robin’s death….

[sohotthateveryonedied]

Hold Your Child as Tight as You Can (And Push Away the Unimaginable)

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Summary:

Bruce tries not to think about the day. Not this one. Not any other, for that matter, but especially not this one.

With every second that passes, he drifts farther and farther away from his center. He’s thrown off balance, like gravity has made him an exception. No one tries to console him, and that’s just fine because Bruce doesn’t want to be consoled. Alfred tries on occasion, but Bruce isn’t the only one hurting too deeply to reach. The manor exists in a fog, silent and riddled with cracked pieces. It’s too empty now.

Bruce tries not to think about the day. Not this one. Not any other, for that matter, but especially not this one. With every second that passes, he drifts farther and farther away from his center. He’s thrown off balance, like gravity has made him an exception. No one tries to console him, and that’s just fine because Bruce doesn’t want to be consoled. Alfred tries on occasion, but Bruce isn’t the only one hurting too deeply to reach. The manor exists in a fog, silent and riddled with cracked pieces. It’s too empty now. Nearly everyone has called. When Bruce wouldn’t pick up, they started texting. Eventually Bruce turned his phone off. Just seeing the words spelled out ached like a screwdriver to the gut. If this were any normal day, Alfred would be bringing Bruce his lunch right about now. But he knows better than to disturb Bruce when he’s in Damian’s room. Bruce is aware of the poor taste he exhibits now, drinking a bottle of whiskey in a ten-year-old’s room. He’s setting a bad example. God, how he wishes he could still set a bad example. “Honestly, Father,” Damian said when Bruce took his glass of champagne away. “I’ve been allowed to drink wine before. My mother even encouraged it at formal events. Maturity garners respect.” “Well, I don’t encourage it. You’re still a child, no matter how sophisticated you think you are.” Not to mention the fact that a ten-year-old drinking champagne at a Wayne gala would certainly turn heads. Bruce downed the champagne himself, laughing at Damian’s scowl. “Come on, son. Let’s get you a juice box.”

That was only four months ago. Four months ago, back when the beast that is tragedy was locked tight in its cage, things were good. Things were perfect. Bruce had everything. Now he has nothing left. He takes a swig, closing his eyes as the alcohol burns his throat. “It’s a little early, don’t you think?” Bruce opens his eyes and finds Tim standing in the doorway, his fingertips clutching the frame. It brings Bruce back to the early days when he would creep to Bruce’s room in the middle of the night after a nightmare, uncertain if he was welcome to enter. He’s just as wary now, watching Bruce. “The whiskey, I mean. You’ve never been much of a day drinker.” “It’s a special occasion.” “That it is.” Tim steps closer, cautious. Bruce wonders, is his fear kindled from stepping into his dead brother’s room, or from Bruce? “How are you doing?” “How do you think I’m doing?” Tim scratches the back of his neck. “Okay, yeah, bad question. I’m...not very good at this.” “Did you need something?” He can’t do this. Not with Tim here. Not ever. That was the whole point of coming to this part of the house in the first place. “I wanted to wish you a happy Father’s Day. And...to give you this.” Tim holds out his hand, uncurling his fingers to reveal a small piece of metal with a chain on it. Bruce takes it, turns it over in his fingers. The flat piece shows a chibi-like depiction of Batman and Robin. “Damian picked it out.” Bruce’s insides crumble, folding in on themselves like botched origami. “When?” “A couple weeks before. He saw it when we were at the mall and thought it was stupid, so I bought it for him to give to you as a gag gift. Thought he might want you to have it.” It takes every ounce of Bruce’s strength to keep his voice from shaking, to keep from falling apart altogether. “Thank you.” He closes his hand around the keychain. “I thought you were with the Titans today.” “I wanted to make sure you weren’t alone.” “That’s not your job. You don’t have to—” Bruce swallows. Takes a breath. “It’s not all on you.” “Isn’t it? I’m the only one left.” Bruce is about to disagree, to tell him that there are others, but he keeps his mouth shut. Because Tim is right. Damian is dead. Jason hasn’t checked in with anyone in weeks. And Dick… “I’m here for whatever you need, Bruce. That’s why I joined up in the first place, right?” It’s supposed to be a joke, but it falls flat. Tim’s arm twitches like he wants to do something, provide some sort of comfort, but he keeps his distance. “I’m here for you. No father should have to lose two sons.” Bruce should tell him the truth. He should come clean, tell Tim that he need only mourn one brother, that Dick is out there somewhere alive and well. But he can’t do that. Besides, it makes sense, doesn’t it? Bruce brought on his own suffering, and it’s spread to the entire family like a virus. They’re all hurting, every one of them. All because of Bruce. “Thank you, Tim. I’ll keep that in mind.” Tim’s expression doesn’t change but for a dimming of his eyes, a sag in his shoulders. He sees the dismissal for what it is. “I’ll...leave you alone.” He goes without another word, closing the door behind himself. Bruce turns the keychain over in his palm. It’s small, cheap. Worth next to nothing. Worth everything. He needs more whiskey. Half a bottle later and the pain hasn’t numbed any, which he should have expected. This isn’t the kind of pain that any sedative can treat. Not even sleep takes the hurt away—if anything, it amplifies it. Bruce’s dreams now consist of a little boy with a sword shoved through his chest, crying for his dad to come save him. Food has lost its taste, the stars have lost their glow. It’s as if the whole world dimmed once Damian was taken out of it. “I miss you,” Bruce whispers to the empty room. “God, I miss you so much. It hurts more every day.” When Bruce’s parents died all those decades ago, it tore something inside of him seemingly beyond repair. Then, by some miracle, it healed. Dick healed it. So did Jason, Tim, Cass, Damian—they all healed him, each in their own way. Jason’s death tore open the scar and taught it how to bleed again. And now Damian has razed the land, made it unsalvageable. Barren. A wound can only be opened so many times before the flesh can no longer be stitched. “It’s a scratch, Father. I am perfectly capable of taking care of it myself.” Damian’s face was twisted in a scowl, more indignant than hurt despite the bloody rivulets coursing down his forearm. “I’m not disputing that. But just because you can do something yourself doesn’t mean you have to. Turn your arm for me?” Bruce swabbed the cut in disinfectant. Damian bit down on his bottom lip until the skin turned white. “Sorry. The anesthetic should kick in soon.” “I’m fine.” Bruce sighed. “How long before you accept that you’re allowed to express pain?” “Four million years.” Bruce chuckled. “Okay. Then I’ll just have to stick around with you for four million and one.” What Bruce wouldn’t give for those four million and one years. He would take an eternity of pain, anguish, agonizing sacrifice up to his knees if it meant he got to hold his child one more time. If he could tell him how much he loves him. Loved him. Orphans lose parents. Widows lose spouses. But there is no word for when a parent loses a child. It’s such an unimaginable tragedy that no one has dared to name it. There are not enough words in the English language to describe the depth of this feeling, of losing one’s entire world. Bruce wouldn’t wish it on his greatest enemy. “I loved you so much, Damian. More than I deserved to love anyone. And I should have told you that when I had the chance.” His eyes burn. His lip trembles. “There shouldn’t have been a day that went by when you didn’t feel loved without conditions, without a single exception. You were perfect.” He doesn’t stop the tears as they slide down his cheeks, warm and salty. The chasm in his chest widens, expands to the edges of his body until there is more emptiness in him than flesh. He is a black hole. “I had so many plans for today. It was supposed to be our first Father’s Day together.” Bruce was dead for the last one. And now death has stolen his child from him without warning, without mercy. Without reason. Bruce’s next breath gets stuck in his throat, makes him shudder. Damian didn’t deserve this. He should be home, safe, alive. He was just a boy. Just a baby, guilty of so many horrors but still so innocent. God, he was just a baby. “I should have been there for you. You needed your father to save you, and I was too late. I couldn’t keep you safe. But I’m going to get you back, Damian.” The whiskey bottle lies on its side on the bedspread, empty. “I’m going to do whatever it takes to bring you back, even if it kills me. I won’t fail you again.” He would say more, but his vocal cords refuse to work. Bruce buries his face in his hands, sobs wracking his large frame. What a sight he must make—the Batman, sitting on his son’s bed, crying like a child himself. For god’s sake, Father, Damian would say if he were here now. If I’d known that my death would turn you into a sniffling mess, I would have tried harder to stay alive. You’ll never intimidate criminals like this. But Damian isn’t here to say that. He isn’t here at all, and that’s on Bruce. So he cries, sobs, hoping it will do something to alleviate the ache that has set into his body. But if anything, it just makes the ache worse. Makes it grow and grow, forcing it to the forefront of his mind, demanding to be acknowledged. Your fault. This is all your fault. You don’t get to take it back. Bruce’s son is dead. His baby is dead. He won’t stop until he finds a way to take it back.

[comic-brew]

Anemos

Summary: Grief is like a toxin, invading your every pore and spreading like the plague, leaving behind nothing but a jade black painted husk. Hollowed out, resembling more of a dead shell than a man.

Notes: Another last minute @jaytemisweek2020 fic! I really am incorrigible. Song: Anemos by Katherine Duska and Leon of Athens. I'm sorry in advance

Reading time: 18 mins (2.2k words)

Warnings: dealing with grief, fake character death, angst angst angst

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***

Hurried wind, blowing forth

"Hey, Princess... It's Jason."

The phone had already started recording, the whooshing sound of passing vehicles was simply a miserable undercurrent to his already bitter voice.

He looked around at the city's skyline. It seemed so familiar from his spot on the rooftop, yet the empty, discarded bottles of scotch in the far back reminded him just how bloody different everything was. How it would never be the same.

"Well uh.."

He trailed off, coughing dryly and staring at the seconds passing on the screen. He scrambled to find the right words. He had so much to say -too much- so he might as well end up saying nothing. It didn't matter anyway.

"It's Wednesday today. We… we had plans for this morning. We were gonna grab breakfast at that terrible diner that you somehow like so much. Shaw's."

He chuckled bitterly.

"I seriously don't know why you like that crap. I'd rather eat Dick's cooking than go there again, and that should be saying something. Although-"

His eyes glistened under the moonlight, tears fighting to be spilt out of their glacial blue. Jason tried to swallow back the lump in his throat. He had to do this.

"I would relieve Quraq all over again if it meant getting to be dragged there -or anywhere- by you again- I-"

His voice broke, bent like a flower's rachis crunched beneath a boot. Jason finally gave way to the tears, flowing in beads across his cheeks. He put the phone down for a second, to brush away the salty waterfalls.

Hurried wind, he whispered to me: 'stay

"You know what? This is stupid"

A small scoff evaded his lips. A little insane. Perhaps a bit more of a sniffle as his kevlar enhanced shoulders drooped even further down.

He sat back down on the cement. Plopped the phone down on the ground next to his helmet, his forehead burrowed in his hands. Perhaps to hide the pain, to keep it locked inside. Trying to hold the weight of his head so that his neck wouldn't have to. It felt so heavy. Everything was heavy and fuzzy, thick and inky like a bog eager to consume him.

There was no bog, of that he was sure. So.. that left only the gaping hole in his chest.

Yeah, that should be it.

Dark matter was devouring him, sucking him from the inside, to make up for the absence of a heart beneath his ribcage.

I'm becoming one with the wind now

Lifting his head up from his gloved palms, he rested his fingers on his chin. Limbs huddled closely together, in a small bundle of 6 foot tall boy. A small bundle screaming in despair, even without the air tingling at his vocal chords. His every cell was radiating anguish, Jason could almost reimagine the bleak stench of death encompassing his meager existence.

He drew in a deep shaky breath, shuddering at the sudden chill blowing against his body. He kept shivering even after the soft gust had dissipated.

Blow forth with the wind, a kiss piercing me like a bullet in the middle of the night

The sharp 'ping' indicating the halt in the recording was almost lost amidst the cacophony of horns and shouts rebounding from the city streets. Gotham highway was hazardous on normal days. Only a more terrible place for grieving souls, even above it and by the familiar coldness of a gargoyle made of stone.

Jason would push this all aside and bury the pain deep down, he really would. But he didn't- he didn't get to say goodbye. His eyes welled up once more as he gazed solemnly down at the passerbys, going about their lives while his felt almost frozen in time.

Seconds weren't ticking anymore when the clock on his phone was pointing at midnight all of a sudden. Tears had been closely followed by sobs as he gulped down the last drop of liquid numbness.

It didn't numb the pain nearly enough.

At the final hitch of his breath, Jaso let his feet dangle from the edge of the rooftop as he was picking up the bloody device with Artemis' name and smile displayed, captured for eternity in an almost mundane moment of joy that he recalled being so heavenly.

It was at the beach. He remembers the feel of sand and wet hair between his fingers, remembers the soft crashing of the cerulean waves and how those same waves felt against his bare skin, and how his skin felt encompassed in her warmth.

Take me far away from here, you're the only one dressing me in light amidst the darkness

Jason remembers the tender whispers of nothings that held more value than all the knowledge in the universe. Those everythings now were truly nothing, if not for sharpened blades slashing deep into his skin. The faint aftertaste of salty lips and a smile so lovely in his eyes it could outbrighten the midday sun, now simply reduced to the shine of a katana embedded in his chest.

Twisting.

God… Why does it hurt so much?

He started another recording. The words kept nagging at his brain, they needed to be let out lest they ate away chunks of his soul. His soul that had already been split in half, drowned out in the haziness of regret and guilt.

His hand shot up to wipe at the tears but they were already dried roads carved into his flesh.

Grief is like a toxin, invading your every pore and spreading like the plague, leaving behind nothing but a jade black painted husk. Hollowed out, resembling more of a dead shell than a man.

I'm becoming one with the wind now

"It's me again. One more and I'll let you rest" he paused. "I promise"

Taking a deep ragged breath, searching his mind for any and every final bit of strength and courage, he continued.

"I-I love you, princess. I love you so damn much"

He sighed.

"I should have said it sooner, but my fucking trust issues… I just- I just thought we had more time"

This time when his eyes flooded he let the tears flow freely. There was nobody there to see them, nobody there to ask.

Nobody

My dream, my secret, sink me deep into the wind

"And it fucking hurts that you're gone, you can't even begin to imagine just how much... I don't- I don't think that much pain is able to be measured. Every time I even think of you my heart is just.. shattered -no- shredded into a million pieces I know I'll never be able to put back together"

If he was gonna do this, he was gonna do it right. No holding back on his emotions, no use trying to conceal the aching claw impaling his heart, stopping it from thumping in the right rythm. Broken, every attempt at pulsing was as good as a heaving sob of loneliness.

Broken..

"A thing that breaks is never the same, huh?"

The words were said in a somewhat joking manner but his lips hadn't got the energy nor will to twitch into a smile. His muscles felt like marble, securely tight into place no matter how much his brain ordered them to unclench. The pain tugged at his soul, wanting to pull him down, down below and sink him right through the murky depths of its abyss, until pain was all he could sense.

>I want the pain in my eyes, the ashes, the fire

The pain was close- he was already starting to asphyxiate, he wasn't prepared to hold his breath when his head was pushed underwater.

"And Biz.. he misses you a lot too. He's obliterated, and that's putting it mildly"

His voice was rasped and broken when he next spoke, the ever growing lump had almost clogged his throat.

"Please come back"

It was merely a whisper, the exhale of his final breath of hope assuming a material from. The desperate last stand of a wildflower against the harsh cold of winter. Jason closed his eyes, shutting out the harpies' eerie songs reminding him that she's truly gone, drifted away with a wind that never quite got to caress his skin.

I'm not afraid, you're here now

Next thing Jason knew was he'd been yelling, shouting loudly for the words to beat the lump and the anxiety. The air rising up his throat clawed against his trachea but he didn't care as long as his feelings weren't lost with the breeze. Even if the person they were aimed at never got to receive them.

His passion finally died out, turned to ashes smoldering miserably beneath his scarred flesh. Who would know when he saw him, that the most painful of his scars was the one nobody could ever trace with the pads of their fingers.

I want to last another breath in the deep

The sorrow was starting to become unbearable as that wonderfully radiant smile disappeared from the screen, belonging to a different lifetime. One that ended when the spark of fire wavered in her emerald eyes, much alike the fainting last flame on the wick of a candle.

With frantic movements he fumbled to whip out his pack of cigars and lighter. He held them in front of his chest, staring holes in the nicotine filled package, guilt settling in the pit of his stomach. Artemis never wanted him to smoke and continue ruining his lungs, she didn't want him to let the it slowly chip away at his health. He hadn't felt the mellow sensation of his worries evaporating and blending in with the smoke in months. She was all he had needed to feel whole.

I'm not afraid, you're here now

The guilt was drowned and lost beneath the pain as Jason placed the cigarette between his lips and set it aflame.

Artemis wasn't there anymore to care.

***

"Just- I know it's hopeless, but if it happened to me, then why do the people I love keep dying?"

Even the mechanical sound of the recording couldn't dim the pain that laced Jason's voice, bitter like a bird that broke its wings.

She let a stray sniffle escape her.

"First Roy, now y-you.. Is this some short of sick joke, universe?! Alright, Jason, you come back, so you can get attached to people and witness everything fall apart so you can feel it. Yeah, the irony wouldn't have worked if I hadn't died, right?!"

The pointy lines of the recording ascended, indicating the increase in volume. Still, there was no way to show the despair with which he clung to the rage.

She pushed back the tears.

"Oh, Arty…"

He was crying.

The tears fought harder to be freed, somehow proving to be even stronger than an Amazon.

I want to run, to leave, go to the open sea

"I have no fucking idea what I'm supposed to do!" the voice uttered. That deep timbre that could soothe and comfort her in a heartbeat was reaching her thorn studded, tying her insides in a knot.

She started weeping quietly. A duet for two broken hearts.

There was a big pause in the sound, yet the needle kept running to reach the end of the voicemail, she was beginning to fear that tinted in pure anguish would be his last word she'd cherish in her memory.

A snort interrupted her abrupt panic. She wiped at the tears as she let old memories be carved into her brain.

I want to touch the sun before I fade in the dark

"Look at me. I'm ranting in a voicemail meant for you. I must be fucking delusional but... I still- I still believe you'll hear all of this someday.."

Her chest heaved with increasing difficulty as the guilt gradually consumed her. He was mourning the loss of her, oblivious to the fact that her heart was still beating, and aching with every poisoned word.

He was going to hate her, but she preferred the man she loved to be able to loathe her, than to take this futile love to his grave.

I'm becoming one with the wind now

She would protect her little one, no matter the cost doing so already relayed upon her heart.

"Well I.." he begun, clearing his throat. "I guess this is goodbye" he said softly, cautiously, and the message ended with a pained 'I love you'.

Artemis murmured back a goodbye. Her breath caught on her throat, she had to exert herself to convince her lungs to draw another sharp intake of air.

She stared at Jason's contact before she'd have to dispose of her phone and everything that bound her to her previous life. She gave the picture of the man a tight lipped smile, tears running down her skin as she muttered an 'I'm sorry'.

I'm not afraid, you're here now

A finger hovered above a tear tainted delete button as wreaked sobs echoed throughout the dark room. The dark room where the shadows danced a walz of death and chaos, giggling under the starlight pouring in from the only window.

Someday.. Perhaps someday she could see her love again.

The finger came down and the shadows danced no more.

I'm becoming one with the wind.

[2sunchild2]

Happy birthday disaster

A lil headcannon for @ozmav 's Damian x Marinette au bc it’s really cute

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Marinette wanted to cry.

Not because she was upset, nor was sad. It was quite the opposite actually. She was overjoyed. Ok maybe not overjoyed but she was happy. And worried.

The boys decided that, since it was her birthday, they would make her a birthday cake, on their own. Now, Marinette had no knowledge of this because she had been spending the day with Damian, who made sure she didn’t step foot in the kitchen while the others tried to master the art of baking in a few hours.

Those hours were spent watching movies with her lovely boyfriend in the theatre, which was in the basement. Granted, they weren’t paying attention to most of the movies because of a few make out sessions. Except Mulan and Beauty and the Beast, while those movies were playing, Marinette's eyes have been glued to the screen the entire time. Damian could help but smile softly he watched his girlfriend sing the words as she was resting against his chest.

Near the end of the fourth movie, his phone vibrated and he opened it to see a text from Dick.

It’s time.

Damian guided Marinette to the dining room. Even though it wasn’t her first time in the mansion, she couldn’t help but stare as they walked in the halls. She would never get used to the massive space.

She was seated at one end of the table before Damian decided to leave her there. And that’s when she had begun to worry. She was never okay with being alone and she cursed under her breath when she could hear Tikki's faint laugh on the other side of the door.

Speaking of the door, it was suddenly pushed open, startling her in the process, to reveal the eldest bird boys holding a tray containing a baker’s nightmare. The cake was a layered one, three to be exact, it was lopsided and covered in blue frosting. Though it wasn’t entirely covered, since she could see the pink colour of the cake. The candles seemed to have been quickly placed since a few were leaning.

She almost wanted to cry when they sung her happy birthday.

And she almost did cry when they cut open the cake.

“Ok listen,” Tim started, with a sheepish look on his face, “this is the first time we actually made something like this and I have tell you now that we tried our damned best.” She let out a giggles at that and opened her arms for a hug, which he gladly complied to.

“I’m sure it... uhh... tastes as good as it looks?” She didn’t was to seem rude. But she was raised by bakers for Christ’s sake, she knew when cake was baked to perfection. And this looked far from it.

But nonetheless, she picked up her fork, took a piece and quickly put it in her mouth. She tried not to gag and supress her reaction. God, it was horrible.

She could taste the egg, which was a clear indication that they had put too many eggs in the batter, it was too sweet but the after taste was salty.

It was a mess. But she swallowed it down and looked at their face, eager for a reaction. She couldn’t let them down. She didn’t have the heart.

“Mmmm, tasty...” That was all she could let out. But the smiles on their faces was too adorable to wipe off.

She regretted her comment instantly when they each placed a piece on their plates and took a bite. She couldn’t hide the grimace as they started to gag and laughed when Jason accused Dick and Tim of nearly poisoning them.

****

“You know, you could’ve told them it tasted like shit.” Her boyfriend slung an arm across her shoulders as they continued their movie marathon. She cheeks turned red and she looked away, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I couldn’t, they looked so proud of their work and I didn’t want to shoot down their happiness.”

Damian took her chin between two finger and turned her face towards him. He smiled softly as he looked into her eyes and leaned in for a peck.

“You’re too precious for this world, Angel.”

***BONUS PART LOLOLOLOLOLOL******

“This is your fault Dick.”

“Wha— MY fault? How was that MY fault? It was YOUR recipe!”

“Yeah, you turd”

“We should’ve asked Babs. She knows what to do in these situations.”

[melyaliz]

Sunflower Girls

Summary: Thor and Jennifer come up with a way to get Maia laid. Bachelor style! 

Pairing: Roy Harper x OC, Thor x OC, Loki x OC

Notes: Part two! Because… I don’t have enough story ideas or anything like that -she said sarcastically as she drowns in a million story ideas- Not to mention this is over 9 pages long -shoot me- 

Also because -much like how I treated real school- I am procrastinating my Highschool AU

Maia owned by @royslittleharper​

Annabella owned by @the-shadow-of-atlantis​

Mentions of Layla which is owned by @jayne-writes​

Tagging:  @guns-n-lilies @coffee-randomness @daisyboobear @werewitchling @nightwing-rules​

“I had to get sunflowers instead of roses,” Jen said as she walked into the bar greeting a smiling Dick Grayson, Jason was behind him already on his first beer.

“How are roses going to get Maia laid.?” Dick asked.

“Perfect those are Drifa’s favorite flowers!” Thor billowed behind the two men as he suddenly appeared. Dick almost jumped out of his skin letting out an unearthly shriek. Next to him, Jason started choking on his beer.

“Meet my new partner in crime,” Jen said beaming as she gently patted Jason on the back as he gasped for air. “So are the challenges ready partner?”

“Unfortunately they would not let us use any sort of weaponry but Annabella suggested other feats such as beer pong and darts.”

“Well I’ll be at the Pool table,aignal” Jason said taking his beer with him while Dick still sat in shock looking up at the God of Thunder who was dressed in civilian clothes. A black t-shirt that read Gotham across the chest with the bat signal in the sky and a pair of clean blue jeans.

“Those sound much safer if not as interesting as what I’m sure you had in mind.” Jen said picking up her drink from the bar.

Thor nodded looking down at her, a small smile on his face, “you are so true, humans truly don’t know how to have real fun.”

“Aww I don't’ know I thought we had fun last night.” This earned her another thunderous laugh.

“That we did Jennifer!”

At the sight of Maia walking into the bar, the large Asgardian waved excitedly taking the large bouquet of sunflowers. Behind Maia was Annabella and Loki who wasn’t looking too thrilled to be in this disgusting hovel filled with Midgards.

“Wait, what did you guys do last night?” Dick asked as Thor took Maia’s hand leading her back to the bar to get a good seat.

“Watched the Bachelor, think I could win at a game of Pool against Jason?”

“Depends, did you read a book on how to win?”

Jen couldn’t help but laugh lightly as she pushed him, “oh shut up.”

“Make me, bookworm,” he said leaning forward playfully messing her hair.

Having an Asgardian try and start an impromptu competition in the middle of a bar may not have worked out if it wasn’t Gotham and he wasn’t the famous Thor. The people of Gotham love anything that would distract them from the dangers of living in the city. They also love heroes and Thor was one of the big ones.

The DJ had the games set up and couldn’t even finish saying the rules before a ton of beautiful girls were clamoring for the God of Thunder’s favor. It didn’t help that Thor was a friendly drunk complimenting every woman and telling them how talented and smart they all were. Making everyone just excited to compete and have fun.

“He always does this,” Loki said, arms folded over his chest, “Making everything about him.”

“I think it’s cute” Maia giggled as Thor was showing a girl who to play darts while telling her she was a worthy opponent. It was all praise and compliments as he handed out sunflowers to each girl.

Next, to them, Annabella couldn’t help but laugh as she face-timed a rather salty Faith who was in New York with Gigi. To say the youngest Batsis was jealous was an understatement.  

“I can’t believe I’m missing this!” She cried as Jen came up next to Annabella to say hi while Dick took her turn at the pool table.

“Little Warrior! I brought you a gift last night.” Thor bellowed as he came up as well hearing the young girl’s voice.

“You did! What is it?”

“You will have to see when you return from your adventure with the Pink Princess”

“Hi Thor!” Gigi giggled waving from behind Faith as she held a large bowl of ice cream covered in pink strawberry syrup and rainbow sprinkles. The red-haired girl sat down next to her best friend taking a bite out of her ice cream while Faith frowned.

“I want to compete in the Thor games!”

“Yeah, you’re too young,” Jen said taking the phone from Annabella, “Just have fun on your sleepover with Gigi.”

“It’s going to be so much fun!” Gigi squealed, “I got masks and the Notebook, Amber said every sleepover needed that… and Ice Cream!” she held out her bowl. Maia winced at the sight of the sugary mess.

“I love ice cream but what you do to it should be illegal.” Gigi was about to respond when Thor took the phone to show them around the bar and meet the contestants.

“Hurry up and get back here!” Jason shouted from the pool table, “I challenged you not Dick!” Jen laughed walking back to the table.

“I don’t think I’m going to get my phone back,” she said glancing over her shoulder as Thor.

“He really spoils Faith doesn’t he.”

Jen was about to respond when she was cut off by Thor letting out yet another thunderous laugh at something that was said on the screen.  

“He has a nice laugh,” Jen remarked shooting the cue ball missing her mark.

“Oh no,” Jason said lining up his shot, “I know what that means…”

“I already slept with him if that’s what you’re insinuating,” Jennifer said as Jason made his shot, “also, for your information, not every person who’s laugh I like I sleep with”

“Oh really?” another ball went in.

“Yeah, I like your laugh.”

“You do?” Jason asked looking up at her, an eyebrow raised.

“I honestly just like seeing you happy”

This earned her an eye rolled and poke with his pool stick. “You are so cheezy.”

“What about my laugh?” Dick asked looking up from her phone that he had been furiously texting and sending pictures too.

“It’s ok”

“What!?!”

Jen snickered taking a sip of her jack and coke, “you have a nice laugh too Grayson”

“Thank you, Jennifer,” Dick said before going back to texting. Jen frowned as she noticed Dick take another picture in Maia’s direction before typing something else.

“Who are you texting?

“No one”

“If you’re texting Roy don’t.”

“Why?”

“Your texting him aren’t you”

“Why can’t I text my good friend?”

“Maia needs to get laid tonight not deal with the endless emotions that come with her relationship with Roy Harper.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means when those two are together they spend the whole time trying to prove that don’t want to bang each other senseless” Jason said making another shot at the table.

“What he said,” Jen said handing Dick her pool stick “also help me, Jason is kicking my ass.”

Back at the bar Annabella was now had Jen’s phone and was snapchatting with the two young girls while Maia added commentary. Around her several guys were cheering the women on. They had a betting pool going. The bartender was even giving out shots had had fondly named “The Asgard” to anyone who could guess who would win and how they won. Loki had ended up joining in on the fun winning himself several shots. Maia was more worried about what would happen when he lost but when another guy, Sam, word for word guessed how a game of beer pong would go Loki gladly handed him his shot.

“You win this time Midgard”

Sam laughed while the other men looked on nervously. However, the victor didn’t seem fazed at the idea that he had just beaten the God of mischief who had always tried to take over the world more than once.

“To my Good luck charm!” he said handing it to Maia, “I’m more of a beer guy.” he added winking at her. Maia giggled as she took her drink.

“Hey”

“Roy?” Maia choked on the delicious shot she had just taken as she looked up at the red-haired man standing in front of her. Behind him, at the pool table, Jen was hitting a very apologetic Dick while Jason laughed.

“I’m swear to god Dick! I’m going to tell Layla all your deepest darkest secrets!”

“Oh come on Jen, don’t be mad at me!” Dick cried at Jason’s phone buzzed. Picking it up he answered it before handing it over to Jen. Faith’s voice was on the other end.

“Listen sis, I have an idea.”

“A new contestant has arisen!” Thor’s voice thundered and the small group of onlookers watched as he walked up to Roy handing him a sunflower. Roy just looks at him totally confused.

Next to him, several of the bar patrons erupted into cheers. “Roy, Roy, Roy!”

How they knew his name, was beyond him.

“Ok, why is my brother having Roy compete?” Maia asked concern written on her face as Jen came to sit next to her.

“Just drink your mead or whatever and don’t worry about it.” Jen said handing her another drink. Next, to her Sam laughed.

“Oh hey, Jen I didn’t know you were here.”

“Hi Sam, how are you?”

To have a sober Roy compete against a bunch of drunk girls wasn’t fair. Not that Roy stayed sober long. However, that made it worse since Roy seemed to have better aim and agility when he hits a certain level of drunk.  

He quickly became a fan favorite between both the onlookers and other contestants which meant the drinks continued to flow in a steady stream. 

“If I don’t win I hope you do,” a pretty brunette said handing him a large beer.

“Yeah,” another girl said nodding, “I always knew Thor swung both ways.”

Roy paused his drink halfway to his lips, “He what?”

“I mean it’s pretty obvious, the looks he would give Captain America on the TV…”

Roy felt himself sweat as his drunk mind suddenly pieced together what was going on. All the comments on Thor’s amazing body. The fact that he was the only man competing, “What, what do we win?”

“It wasn’t really specified but since this is a Bachelor game I’m assuming a night with the blonde god.” the brunette said shrugging as she took a sip of her blue drink.

“Hmmm and is he EVER a god” her friend giggled glancing over at Thor who was handing a sunflower to another girl.

If Roy had been sober he might have bowed out gracefully. However, he wasn’t. 

So with the cheers of the bar, he decided he couldn’t back out now. Mine as well win the game and just live with the jokes later. Or that was what his drunk mind decided.

And win he did. 

And there was much rejoicing throughout the bar.

“Does this mean Roy has to sleep with my brother?” Maia laughed taking another drink of her Asgard cocktail. The bartender, at Jen’s request, had made her a full glass instead of a shot.

“Nope!” Annabella said pushing Roy toward Maia, “It means he get’s the Asgardian of his choice, and we all know who he would choose.”

“Yep, you guys are a fan favorite,” Jen said holding up her phone where Gigi and Faith are sitting on Gigi’s floor with a large sparkly sign that read “Team Dumbass” with a sunflower next to it. Both girls had dark green goop on their smiling faces. “Seems like you were a hit at the sleepover”

Roy walked slowly toward the bar, completely drunk at this point. All the sunflowers in his arms and a goofy smile on his face. “I win,” he said showering Maia with them. Maia giggled gathering up the few that had fallen onto her lap.

“My hero.” she said Roy leaned closer to her.

“You saved my heart” he whispered

Maia looked up at him blinking a small smile on her face, “My heart was waiting for you.”

“I love how beautiful you look tonight”

“I like the way that shirt hangs on you.”

“I love how you take care of Lian.”

“I love how much you love her.”

“I couldn’t be happy when you were gone.”

“I thought about you every day.”

Roy leaned forward gently kissing her, “I love you with everything” he whispered as he kissed her again pinning her to the bar.

Dick, who had been filming Roy’s victory laughed as he zoomed in on the passionate makeout session. “This will make amazing blackmail” he snickered.

“Yeah, and now they can’t act like they aren’t in love” Jason added slinging his arm over a pretty blonde he had befriended after she had lost during the third round, “We’re a couple of friends my ass”

The idea hit Jen like a bus, “Dick can you send me that video?” she asked

“Of course, but it’s my leverage,” he said, Jason turned to Jen, confused.

“You’re not the blackmail type… what are you planning”

“Nothing that concerns you.”

“Wow you sleep with a god once and now you’re totally rude.”

“Wait you slept with a GOD?” Annabella said, “What…” she suddenly paused her gase turning to Thor who was lifting his arms several girls hung off his biceps. “You’re sleeping with Thor?”

“Slept, there’s a difference.”

Jen signed as she walked into her apartment pulling high heels off tossing them aside. Guardian let out a joyful bark running up to her. Cleopatra watched the peasant dog from her perch on top of the counter. Her long fluffy white tail moving back and forth with annoyance.

“I’m so glad to see you too” Jen cooed kneeling down to pet the dog, “Wana go snuggle, my true love?” she added burying her face in the dog’s soft fur.

“We did it!” Thor cried appearing in Jennifer’s apartment nearly giving her a heart attack. Guardian let out a growl backing up slightly startled. Jen let out a soft laugh stroking the dog calming her.

“Faith really is an evil puppet master when she wants to be isn’t she.”

“The Little Warrior will become a great leader someday.” Thor said proudly.

“Yeah, if she ever starts believing in herself.” Jen added fondly. “But I’m glad she has people like you in her life helping her.”

Thor blinked unsure of what to say to that. It was such high praise coming from the Little Warrior’s only family. The way, Faith talked about her sister it was obvious that they were both very important to each other.

They stood in silence for a few moments, both lost in their own drunken thoughts.

“Ah, and before I forget,” he said pulling out a sunflower from his back pocket. Slightly crumpled and broken. He had been saving it all night for her. She had seen him doing it. Guarding that one flower as he told every girl they were worth it. Cheering everyone one on and even if they lost a game making them feel like they had won. Jen hadn’t been sure why he had kept that one flower to himself until now

“The final sunflower,” he said holding it out for her.

Jennifer took it feeling her heart drop. Fuck, it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. She wasn’t the girl who got the flowers. She was the one who helped everyone else get their flower. Find their true love. Learn to be happy.

She wasn’t the girl who got the rose in the end.

She wasn’t the girl who was supposed to fall in love.

‘So did you guys have fun last night?’

Maia groaned as she sat up looking at her phone as Jen’s text popped up. Shoot what had she done?

'We just ended up passing out, nothing special' she lied as she glanced over at Roy’s naked sleeping form.

'Oh really….? Because that wasn’t what it looked like was going to happen when we shoved you in that cab.'

Maia gritted her teeth, dang it Jen! Why did your nights always end up like this? Although to be fair, the older O'Neal sister had promised she would get Maia laid.

'What about you? I had a feeling Thor didn’t leave alone last night and it wasn’t with a sunflower girl.'

Jen sighed looking over at the god passed out next to her in bed. Running her fingers through her hair she looked back at her phone before shooting off one last text. 'Let’s just say he ended up with a sunflower girl and I may have broken my one and done rule.’  

Thor mumbled in his sleep burying himself deeper into the pillow snuggling up closer to Jen’s body wrapping his strong arm around her waist. Gently, as to not wake him, Jen laid back down curling up next to him.

Maybe just this once she could be someone’s force to be reckoned with.

––Bonus—

Two days later a rather awkward Roy and Maia sat in Jennifer’s office.

“I don’t know why we are having a session.” Maia said looking around the room, anywhere but Jen’s eyes. “I haven’t had an episode in a while.”

“Yeah and if you wanted to hang out with us just ask.” Roy laughed trying to look relaxed on the couch. Jen sighed looking down at her phone pulling up a video.

“I have something to show you guys.” she said before pressing play and holding it up for them to watch.

“My hero” Maia’s voice echoed from the speakers.

Both Maia and Roy sat there slightly pale as they watched themselves pour out their very souls to each other and everyone else in the bar.

“I love you with everything,” Roy’s voice said before the video went black.

“Shit” Roy whispered cracking his knuckles, Maia looking as taken aback.

“I don’t remember any of that” she mumbled.

Jen gave them a weak smile as she put her phone away, “I figured and I won’t tell anyone but… really guys?” she looked at both of them studying them, praying her words would make the impact she wanted. “You should put aside all this denial and just be happy.” Then, getting up, she walked out leaving Maia and Roy just sitting there in stunned silence.