#Just thinking bout how Jason is so sad

[littlestarbeam]

My Son

"Lupa!" She remembers the first time she heard it, during one of his energetic babbles, as if it were yesterday and for an immortal goddess that was an achievement. He had reached for her muzzle with his soft grubby hands, then unaware of the violence she inflicted, and gently placed his hands rubbing back and for, giggling babbling on.

"Lupa!" She remembers him running towards her, with his arms outstretched, and wrapping them around her neck, into an embrace. His smile lighting up his face as he grinned. Behind him was the boy, Apollon's descendant, who was there just a month ago and Camp Jupiter's new augur with a scrowl on his face. He chattered something onto her, something she just can't quite remember.

"Lupa!" He had come sprinting up to her with a girl in hand, eyes twinkling. He introduced her as if he hadn't realized that she and her sister were in her training not just two months ago, eyes never once leaving the girl. The girl bowed to her, paying her respects and informing her she was, as she suspected, a child of Bellona.She can't remember him ever looking at some like that, with such faith and certainty ever again.

"Lupa?" He looked at her in confusion and puzzlement. In his hands were the hands of another girl she had never met. The girl looked at her warily, observing her with hesitancy. She knew why Juno removed his memories but to pair him with some who would hurt him. She didn't want to admit that it hurt that he didn't remember her. She raised him and many others to be strong, so she must lead by example.

"Lupa" She hadn't raised him for tears but she couldn't help but let him cry on her neck, burying his face into her fur. His sobs of how she left him, inquires of what he had done wrong, how everyone looked at him as though he had been the one to ended it. She knew but held her tongue, simply licking his face the same way she did when he was young.

She wished she heard him say her name again, the soft or happy or curious or even tearful sound of his voice once again. It had been years since he had long gone just as it had been her other sons. She would accompany their hymns of him with howl as they rejoice the boy bound to serve the gods. The girl he had first bought to her, the one who he couldn't take his eyes off, would join her from time to time, for she too had traded her heart for immortality. Just like today when she came and said his name, a name that no matter how they mention it in their songs, would never know him. Jason Grace, son of Jupiter and all of the forgetton gods he honored, one of my sons.

My Son.

[spidernuggets]

could you pretty please, if you have any request spaces left open, do a little something where y/n is like a ball of sunshine type character and nothing ever seems to break her or get her hopes down, but one day jason is suuupper pissed off about smth and he verbally takes it out on her and it makes her cry, and he feels bad immediately but won't admit to that just yet because he's in his asshole era (maybe this would fit titans jay better), and he just doubles down like why the hell are you crying that he's seen her handle waayy worse than this and still manage to stay upbeat, and she's like forcing herself to stop crying and pull herself together and she tells him it's cuz it's him and hes like oh of course you'd cry over me cuz I'm just so awful and she's like actually no cuz it hurts to be on the receiving end of his anger because she's a little bit in love with him. Angst is my absolute fav so that's why I'm asking for sadness 💔😢

Jason Todd x Sunshine!Fem!Reader

Note: Yayyy angst! 🥳🥳

"Oh, oh, of course it's me! Blame Jason Todd once again for being such a prick and an asshole!"

"Hey, Jay! Wanna train together?" You came skipping into the training room, seeing Jason already throwing a couple of strikes to a punching bag.

"Not today." He replies, refusing to look at you and continuing to hit the bag, quickly wiping the sweat dripping from his forhead.

"C'mon, just one quick sparring match, hm? Please! You said you'd show me how to do that cool headlock thingy," you kept your upbeat attitude, missing the memo that Jason was not having it today.

"Jesus, I said no! Would you fuck off, I'm busy," he raises his voice at you.

He was in a mood because just a few hours ago, Dick threatened to bench him if Jason couldn't keep in line. If Jason won't stop disobeying orders, Dick wouldn't think twice about taking the mask and cape away from him.

But when Jason raised his voice, your smile quivered. "Oh.. I'm sorry. Maybe later, yeah? I know sparring makes you feel better!-"

You were cut off by Jason, fully yelling at you this time. "For fuck's sake, can you not take a hint or are you really that fucking dense? I don't wanna fucking spar right now, and I don't wanna spar with you! So how 'bout you get this through your thick skull, and fuck off!" He didn't mean to say any of that. He mentally punched himself for ever opening his mouth.

He knows you just wanted to make him feel better, but his stupid brain made him take his anger out on you. He always admired your happy and positive attitude. He doesn't know how you keep it up. Every time you walked into the room, it was like an angel came in with a glowing aura accompanying you. And his heart always swelled at the fantasy that you shared that aura with him every time you spoke a word to him, every compliment you gave him, every smile you sent his way. He wanted to apologise, but his thick pride got in the way.

"I..." You could barely get a word out. Jason has never talked to you like that before. Hell, he never even raised his voice to you before. You hiccuped, your throat getting clogged up, and you felt like you needed to hurl whike your chest ached.

It was too late before you noticed the salty tears travelling down your reddened cheeks. And it was too late before Jason noticed his mouth talking faster than his brain could think.

"Fuck, now you're crying?" He scoffed, rolling his eyes. "There's literally nothing to cry over, and I shouldn't even need to tell you twice to leave me alone!" What the fuck, why won't he stop talking?

You tried to wipe away your tears and tug your lips upward to show at least half a smile, but a choked out whine escaped instead.

"Honestly, stop crying, would you?" He really couldn't stop himself. Words just kept vomiting out his mouth like that time he drank one brew too many last time he kicked some villain's ass. He liked that memory. Granted, he was throwing up buckets, but you were behind him as he was hunched over the toilet seat. You thought he'd forgotten the next morning, but he clearly remembered how you were right behind him, rubbing his back in comfort, telling him you'd stay with him as long as he wanted. He also remembered the way you supported him up while walking him back to his room. He remembered you tucking him into bed, placing a trash can beside it, making sure he's sleeping on his side. He remembered you quietly reminding him about the water bottle you left on his nightstand. He also remembered that bold and cheeky peck you left in the soft curls of his head while telling him to get some good rest.

"You literally got stabbed and had a near death experience, and you were smiling the whole time you were recovering! Now you're crying? And for what?!"

"You- You're being mean," you sniffled.

He scoffs again and lets out a sarcastic laugh. "Oh, oh, of course it's me! Blame Jason Todd once again for being such a prick and an asshole!"

You tried holding in your sobs, but that led to you almost choking on your held breath, your chest feeling full, and your head feeling sore. Jason wanted nothing more for you to slap him, hit him, shut him up. He wanted to tell you he didn't mean it, that he was sorry. He wanted to run up to you, hug you in a tight embrace, and tell you not to cry because he actually is a prick and an asshole.

"Literally, why the hell are you still even here! Get lost, I'm not gonna say it again!" He yells for the final time before going back to the punching bag. And after the few seconds he got back to it, he glanced at where you were standing and saw you were already gone.

He curled over, leaning his hands over his knees, panting furiously. He wasn't sure if the tiredness came from the punches or the yelling. Maybe both. But picturing the broken look on your face pissed him off even more. Not because you were sad. Because he was the one who made you sad. This made him hate himself even more.

He tore the boxing gloves off his hands, projecting them off somewhere in the room, and yelled out in anger. He didn't even notice he started crying himself.

It's been another couple of hours. Your cheeks were long dried, but that didn't stop your shallow breaths from shaking continuously.

You then heard light knocks coming from your door. You took 3 deep and calm breaths before going towards it to see who it was.

Jason was pretty much the last person you'd expect to be standing on the other side. Furthermore, him holding a small bouquet of flowers in his trembling hands was the last thing you'd expect him to present to you. But you were scared to make the wrong move that might tick him off again.

"Jason, can we talk later I-" You said slowly in a whisper, looking at the ground while shaking your head, trying to close the door on him.

"Y/n, please," he holds the door, leaving a little gap open between you and him. "I'm sorry. I- I shouldn't have yelled, and I-"

"No, Jason, stop. It's my fault. I shouldn't have pushed you, and I'm sor-"

"Don't you dare apologise." This time, when Jason raised his voice, it was different. It was softer. "It's not your fault. I was just angry, and I took it out on you. The only thing I was right about was that I am a prick and an asshole. And- and I took your gorgeous smile away from you, and-" He started to word vomit again, but this time, it made your lips tug upwards. "And I don't want you to fuck off or get lost. I never want you to get lost because your so amazing and."

He continued his rambles and didn't notice that you opened the door wider. He tore his gaze away from the ground, and his heart raced when he felt your hands cupped around his own that were holding the flowers.

"The flowers are really pretty, Jay," you smiled at him.

Your happiness was so magnetising that he mirrored your smile. But it faltered. "I'm sorry," he repeats. "You shouldn't have cried over me because of how much of an asshole I am.."

You sighed, taking the flowers from his grasp and holding them close to your chest, your finger gently gliding over some of the petals. "Let's be real, Jason, you're always an asshole. But... I was crying because you've never been so angry at me before. I was crying because I hated knowing that I was the one who pissed who off."

"Shit, oh, sweet thing, no," he quietly replied, holding both your shoulders, making you look at him. Your face warmed at the nickname. "You- You didn't piss me off. I was already pissed off before that. It was just bad timing, and me being a hot head- you can never make me angry."

Neither of you realised how the two of you were in such close proximity.

"Well... you can make it up to me?" You say, your spark of sunshine and optimism coming back.

"Yeah- yes, how, I'l do anything," Jason quickly replied.

You step back, walking to your desk, pulling an empty vase to put the flowers in. "There's a cute cafe that opened downtown," you started, admiring the arrangement of flowers. "Go with me?" You shyly ask, back still facing him.

Jason smiled wider, thinking that alone time with you would count as a date. "Of course, sugar. Anything else?"

You giggled and turned around and crossed your arms. "Yes. You're paying, obviously," you walked up to him.

"Obviously," he copied.

"And I want this to be a date." This was a new, bold side to you. You've never been this straightforward before.

Jason glances up to the ceiling for a few seconds, pretending to think. "Yeah," he places his his hands on your waist, your own resting on his chest. "I think that could be arranged."

[schrijverr]

You Don’t Know Me, But I Know You 1

Chapter 1 out of 6

5 times Tim showed he stalked Robin + 1 time Jason did

Inspired by this post of @thecrazyleader

On AO3.

Ships none

Warnings: none

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1. A Familiar Goon

It’s sometimes easy to forget that Tim used to stalk the family he’s now a part of. However, in his more judgmental or know-it-all moments, it’s hard to ignore. Still, since he questioned his place in the family a lot, it’s not until they’ve all solidified themselves as a unit that it begins to show.

Like right now.

They’re trying to take down one of Penguin’s plots. It’s not as much dangerous as highly tedious, since it was just a power grab. The only thing that sucks is the amount of goons that are spread out about the city that they have to stop.

Suddenly, Tim groans loudly: “Ugh, not this fucking guy again.”

“Who is it?” Batman immediately demands to know, being on the other side of the city where he assigned himself to capture all the goons.

“Chuck Irkhouse,” Tim replies with disdain.

“Ugh, I fucking hate that guy,” Dick pipes up. “He’s not, like, the worst, but he totally is the worst. I don’t know, he’s just annoying. Doesn’t he run with Mr. Freeze?”

“Nah, he used to. Switched to running with Black Mask,” Jason says. “Me and B took him down back in my Robin days. Fucking annoying asshole, he was. He got ‘bout seven years, must’ve gotten out recently.”

“Wait, if you took him out and he’s only gotten out recently, how does RR know him?” Steph asks.

“Because he was always – and I mean always – stationed on the East side of the harbor where Batman’s patrol route passed. I think he was put there, because Black Mask knew what a prick he was. It used to be one of my spots where I’d hide to get the good pics, but I switched it up after a while, because Chuckie there just sucked so much,” Tim answers. “Still sad I didn’t get to photograph him during his final arrest.”

It’s quiet for a beat over the coms and a confused Tim asks: “What?”

“I always forget what a creepy stalker boy you used to be, Replacement,” Jason says, breaking the quiet.

“Shut up,” Tim complains, while snorts and laughter echo over the coms. They might be spread all over the city, but they all know he’s pouting even without seeing him.

“Oh my god, you’re such a fucking loser,” Steph crows.

“Hey, you dated me!”

“Ugh, don’t remind me of that mistake,” Steph rolls her eyes.

“Rude. And I still have to go fight Irkhouse, isn’t that punishment enough?” Tim sighs.

“Don’t know, haven’t met the guy,” Steph says.

“Hope you never do,” Jason tells her. “He truly is the worst.”

“Yeah, am I glad RR got that part of the city,” Dick agrees. “If I have to fight that guy one more time, I’m hanging up the mask. Hope he gets another seven years.”

[spookysteddie]

Between The Bookshelves

18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader (Slightly modern AU cause I just cant help myself)

Content Warnings: bullying, Eddie kinda threatens to punch Dustin, mutual pining, Eddie talks bad about himself, slight self loathing, a mention of vomit (no actual sickness), public displays of affection, kissing, kissing in public, implications of sex, swearing.

A/N: reupload due to a formatting error 🥰

…

Everyone said being friends with Eddie Munson was social suicide. That talking to the “freak” would ruin a person image, and furthermore, their life.

It was quite ridiculous. Sure, Eddie did a good job of making fun of himself, therefore making it harder for anyone to realistically bully him. He took the story in his own hands, something you thought was sweet. And to be perfectly honest, you thought he was cute. Of course that was something you kept to yourself… sort of.

Eddie’s yelling is what pulls your attention that day at lunch, “THAT’S WHAT’S KILLING THE KIDS!” He lets some cheerleaders walk past him, smiling at them warmly. You cant help but laugh. Not at him, per say.

Your friends sneer, looking at him like hes not more than dirt on the bottom of their shoe, “he’s sincerely so annoying. If he didn’t fuck around, he might actually be cute.” Piper has a habit of hating anyone who is different from her. That wasn’t unusual.

But that also wasn’t how you rolled. Sure, you were friends, but it didn’t mean you condoned that behavior. “Piper, don’t talk like that. You just don’t like him cause he’s different and loud.” Now its your turn to roll your eyes at her.

“Why are you sticking up for him? Do you see the way he acts? He’s just as much of a bully as the basketball players are.” Jason mutters from beside you. It was frustrating talking to people who couldn’t accept that someone is different from them.

So, you get up, tossing the rest of your uneaten lunch in the trash and deciding to take a walk. You couldn’t stand your friends, but you also didn’t want to drop them. Making friends wasn’t easy and the last thing you wanted was to be eating alone at lunch. So, you dealt with it. They never said anything to anyone they disliked so you figured they wouldn’t be that bad.

You wrap your arms around yourself, walking deeper into the woods. You couldn’t wait to graduate, leaving Hawkins behind to go to a college in a warm climate.

You hit something hard, making you let out a small yelp.

“Oh! I am so sorry I wasn’t… paying attention.” Eddie Munson is staring down at you, holding your arms and keeping you steady.

You laugh awkwardly, your face growing warm from embarrassment, you should’ve been watching where you were going, “N-no I should be sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.” You can practically feel the lightening coming from the spots where he is holding you.

And you’re almost sad when he lets go, immediately missing his heat as he steps back, “have nothing to be sorry ‘bout sweetheart. I’m the one who needs to be more careful. Don’t wanna mark up your pretty skin.” He shooks you a wink and a little smile. And it’s then that you realize just how devastatingly beautiful you find him?

“I- I better get to fourth period. Ms. Carlisle will kill me if I’m late.” You mutter, your eyes barely meeting his, arms still wrapped around yourself.

“Be safe out there sweetheart, there are some scary men in this school.” He laughs a little, awkwardly tapping your shoulder in a friendly way. You know he’s referring to himself, but little did he know, you didn’t find him scary in the slightest.

…

It’s been close to three days since Eddie’s little encounter with you in the woods. And he hasn’t stopped thinking about you since. Of course, he hasn’t stopped thinking about you since fifth grade when you gave him a Valentine with his favorite candy at the schools Valentine’s Day party.

He knows it’s stupid, he just doesn’t care.

Well, that and the fact that he knows you could never like someone like him. Because, frankly, being friends with him equaled social suicide. And dating him? Practically the end of the world. And he couldn’t lie, that knowledge did kind of hurt him. But he would never show it, nor tell anyone. He only had a few months before he was finally out of that shit hole they called Hawkins high.

But, he couldn’t deny the electricity he felt in his finger tips as he steadied you. It wasn’t anything he’s ever felt before but it damn sure was something he wanted to feel again.

“Dude what is wrong with you today?” Dustin hits his elbow off the table, nearly making Eddie smack his face.

Jokingly, he punches Dustin in the arm, “nothing? I’m just super stressed about passing. S’all.”

They all know that’s bullshit, “Dude you’ve been staring that they girl over there like a god damn stalker. You like her or somethin’?”

He knew he could easily lie. In fact, that’s exactly what he should’ve done. But he doesn’t, knowing Dustin would eventually draw it out of him. “Okay kind of? But I barely know her. And besides, she wont like me back so I’m not worryin’ myself with it. Frankly, I wanna get the fuck out of this school.”

That was the truth. He needed out, and he needed it now. But he wouldn’t drop out. No way. He swore he’d never be like his father and he meant it. He was graduating even if it damn near kills him.

Dustin looks over at Mike, rolling his eyes and muttering a “he’s as oblivious as we thought.”

Eddie rears back, a little shocked, “I am not oblivious?”

Mike nods, taking a sip of his drink, “yes you are. She’s been sneaking look at you all lunch. And she looks away every time you guys lock eyes. Theoretically, you guys should just kiss in front of the entire school. Be less painful to watch then this…” he waves his hand around “this pining shit.”

Alls Eddie can do is blink at them, truly stunned that he was caught staring by his friends. And here he thought he was slick.

“Did you knuckleheads not hear a god damn thing I said?”

Dustin shakes his head, “we heard you. Just go get her number! She’s a girl. She isnt going to bite you… Well she might but only if you ask really, really nicely.” He flutters his lashes at Eddie, creeping in closer and grinning wildly

Eddie squints at him, “get away from me before I knock ya teeth out.”

“You’re a dick,” but he laughs anyway, knowing Eddie would never.

…

It’d been nearly a week now since you ran into Eddie. And since then, he’s done all he can to avoid you. You figured it was because he didn’t like you. That was until you caught him staring at you from the lunch table.

You also may have overheard the conversation. The tables were close enough.

And now, you had made the executive choice to get his number, maybe even invite him on a picnic.

“E-Eddie!” you call out to him, stopping him before he can get in his van.

He turns around, that devastatingly beautiful smile appearing. It nearly knocks you to the ground.

“Sweetheart! Hi. What can I do for you?” His voice light and sweet.

You cant help the shyness that creeps in. You always got nervous when you talked to others, more so people you didn’t know. Rejection wasn’t something you liked. Rocking on your toes, you take a deep breath, trying to remain cool, calm and collected.

“I, um…” you start quietly. “I just wanted to give you this… you don’t have to do anything with it. I mean, if you throw it away that-that’s your prerogative. But, um, if-if you didn’t do that… then feel free to use it!” You cut yourself off before you can ramble further. Piper told you that it’s annoying and unattractive which is the last thing you want to be to Eddie. You shakily hand him the paper, watching him open and smile at it.

“Aw, is this your number?” He’s not infantilizing you as he says it. He genuinely seems excited, though you can tell he’s trying to keep those feeling reigned in.

You nod, happy that he took it and didn’t reject you… yet. “It is. We should hang out sometime. Maybe see a movie or get ice cream.” You shrug, “ya know… whatever you think is fun.”

He smiles wider, making his eye crinkle a little. It’s cute. HE’S cute. And you knew that he could break your heart. But it didn’t matter. He could chew you up and spit you out and you’d thank him.

“I’ll let you know when I’m free.” And before you can answer, he hops in his van and drives away.

You take it as a win, for now.

…

Eddie cant deny the feeling inside his chest. It’s a mix of anxiety and pure delight. You actually gave him your number. AND invited him to hang out. And all he said was “I’ll let you know.”

“Idiot. You should’ve made plans right there. You’re such a pussy.” He berates himself as he drives.

Truly, he didn’t understand how someone like you would want to ruin her life with someone like him. I mean, its not like he was actually going to do something extravagant in life.

Or well, that is according to his teachers.

But that didn’t matter. All Eddie knew was that you gave him your number and, to him, it didn’t seem like a pity action. To him, it was genuine and insanely cute how nervous you were. It was then that he decided he was going to get you to stick around for as long as you’d have him.

…

Were you terrified he wasn’t going to call you? Yes.

Were you scared giving him your number was a mistake? Absolutely.

Did you lie awake all night waiting for him to call you? Maybe. Jury was still out on that one.

You looked over at your alarm clock that read 3:03 am. The witching hour. You couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed, feeling like you possibly read the situation wrong.

But you felt the electricity in his touch and the emotion in his eyes. Those are things you cant fake.

The ringing phone pulled you from your spiraling. You were quick to answer, praying it didn’t wake up your parents.

“Hello?” You answer, keeping your voice slightly quiet.

“Sweetheart, hi! Its um, its Eddie.” You could hear the nervousness in his voice. Kind of like he had been fighting with himself on if he should call you or not.

You cant help but grin, it may be late but he did call you, “well hello there! I thought I’d maybe written my number down wrong or something.” You giggle a little so he knows you’re joking with him.

“Now that would be funny. But, um, I know it’s late and we have class tomorrow but I didn’t know if after you wanted to maybe get smoothies? I know you like reading so maybe go to the book store? If-if you want?” Nerves clear in his voice.

The gesture was sweet, making little butterflies in your stomach. You, hanging out with Eddie Munson? A dream come true, honestly.

“I’d love that! Maybe I can convince you to read a book with me, like a little book club or something like that.”

He laughs, the sound washing over you and settling deep in your bones. You could listen to that sound on repeat; bottle it up and keep it for a rainy day. “We’ll see.” So not technically a no. Again, you’d take it as a win.

…

Eddie spent that entire school day distracted, nerves eating him up inside.

What if you didn’t like him?

What if you thought he was too weird?

What if you ran away screaming?

What if-

“Earth to Eddie? Hello?!” Dustin snaps in his face, drawing him out of his self loathing.

“Don’t snap at me like that. S’rude.”

Dustin rolls his eyes, “you’ve been bouncing your leg for the last twenty minutes, staring at the lunch table, looking like you’re about to vomit…” His eyes grow big with realization, “Which means you asked out y/n, huh?” Now hes giddy, staring at Eddie with those big eyes.

Eddie waves a hand, trying to pretend like it wasn’t a big deal, even though to him it was, “if you must know, yeah. We’re hangin’ out after school.”

Mike perks up, grinning at his friend, “oooooh, look at you go! Where are you taking her?”

Eddie grumbles a little, but he deny it kind of makes him happy his friends care. Kind of being the key word. Mainly because, he didn’t want them to do something to fuck up his chances with you. He already knew the ‘risk’ you were taking by giving him your number. He didn’t want you to slip through his fingers before he even had a chance to hold you.

“Were getting smoothies and going to the book store.”

The table is quiet for a minute, everyone staring at him before they all burst out laughing. He knows they aren’t necessarily laughing at him, but it does make him feel a tiny bit annoyed.

“You cant be serious? You don’t read.” Dustin says between laughs.

Eddie rolls his eyes, “just because I don’t read the books this prison makes me read, doesn’t mean I don’t like it.” He shrugs, “I read magazines all the time.”

“That’s not the same.” Mike teases.

Eddie shrugs, “whatever. That’s what she likes so that’s what we’re doing. I’ll make sure to come back with a detailed report considering you all got your noses in my… dating life.”

The table laughs some more before Eddie swaps the topic. But his mind is still occupied on one thing.

You.

…

“Ready to go, sweetheart?” Eddie comes up next to you after the bell rings, letting everyone go home for the day.

You grin up at him, enjoying the way his eyes light up when you’re around. “Absolutely! I’m so excited. My favorite author just released a new book so this is perfect timing! It’s a continuation of a series I already read and I’m pumped for the new one.” His attention makes you ramble, meaning you’re nervous. You mentally slap yourself, not wanting to scare him away on the first… whatever this was. Date? Friendly gesture?

He opens the door for you, letting you climb in before coming around to his side. “Well that sounds very exciting and I cant wait to hear all about it.”

…

You sip your smoothie as you peruse the aisles, scanning the shelves for the book, “this one?” Eddie holds up the book you’ve been lookin for, triumph on his face.

You grin, skipping over to him and gently taking it from his hands, flipping through. “Oh my god that’s the one! You’re amazing!” You get up on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek before you can think about it.

You pull away, realizing what you just did. You can feel your face get warm, Eddie’s growing red from a blush.

“I’m amazing? Nah, you are.” He gets closer, boxing you in against the bookshelf. No one was around, you knew that, but you can’t deny the excitement of someone seeing you two. Obviously nothing nefarious was happing, but the point stands.

“You-you are amazing too. So s-sweet.” Your eyes shift between his lips and his eyes. Gods, you wanted to kiss him. You’d wanted to kiss him for so long. And here he was, so close you could feel his body heat sinking into your bones. His smell engulfing you. It made you dizzy, but you didn’t want it to stop.

“Me? Sweet? According to everyone else I’m mean and scary.” You know he’s teasing, but the soft flash of self doubt flashes in his eyes, leaving just as fast as it came.

You shake your head, trying to swallow the knot in your throat. It didn’t work. “You’ve never been mean and scary. Always been so kind and sweet. Perfect.” Your voice comes out embarrassingly breathy, quieter than you wanted it to.

Eddie didn’t seem to mind. In fact, it only served to bring him closer to you, his lips inches from yours. You silently begged for him closer. For him to close the gap and just fucking kiss you already. “Perfect? No ones ever called me that before.”

You nod, “perfect. Just so, so perfect.” You decide to take the lead, closing the gap between you and him, brushing your lips over his to test the waters.

You feel his breath hitch before he melts into it. His hands wrapping around the back of your neck to hold you in place. The kiss is sweet, his lips soft and plump against yours.

Of course you’d been kissed before, but this kiss? This kiss felt like coming home. A feeling only talked about between the pages of your books.

He deepens it, tongue softly running over the seam of your mouth begging for entry. And the second your grant it, he’s exploring your mouth. You aren’t sure why, but you can feel the emotion in it. The way he’s holding you, like you’re sand that’s going to slip away when the tide comes in.

But you wouldn’t. Not unless he asked you to.

He breaks the kiss, panting slightly. His lips swollen and beautiful. “Wow” is all he can say as his eyes find yours.

You nod, “wow is right.” You don’t really know what else to say.

You can his mind working, trying to think of something to say. And then, “why me?” His soft voice almost too quiet to hear.

“Because you’re uniquely you.” You know it sounds cheesy, but it’s the truth. He deserved to know he was appreciated. “You make the bad days good. I’m always laughing when you’re around. And you’re just incredibly kind.” You shrug, “I wish more people got to know you like this.”

A soft smile pulls at the corner of his lips, “wanna know a secret?”

Your eyes get big and you nod quickly at him. If there was one thing you loved, it was secrets.

“I’ve had a crush on you since our fifth grade Valentine’s Day party in Ms. Kathys class.” You watch his cheeks go pink at the admission.

A small giggle bubbles in your chest, “I asked so many people what kind of candy you liked because I wanted you to notice me. I sort of had a crush on you too. And it never really went away.”

He kisses you again. This time its short, just a peck, but to you it’s just as sweet as the first one. “Maybe we can act on our crushes. Actually date.” He laughs awkwardly, “make our fifth grade selves proud?”

“Eddie Munson are you asking me to be your girlfriend?” You smile so big at him, the butterflies filling your veins when he smiles back.

“I am. I think we’d be a good match. Plus, I want in on this book club. The back of this book seems very interesting.” He wiggles his brows and your face grows hot at his implication.

“Then lets get two and head to my place. We can start the first ones.”

He smirks, kissing you once more before taking your hand, “I couldn’t be more excited.”

[lambsouvlaki]

For the Hell of it - Realisation

Character: Jason Todd x civilian! Fem!oc

Rating and Warnings: G, guns.

Word Count: 1481

Summary: Red Hood saves Andy. She figures out who he is.

Masterlist

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It was the most inept bank robbery she had ever seen. 

Admittedly she had never seen any bank robberies outside of heist movies, but with Gotham’s reputation for crime she expected better. Was a baseline of competence really too much to ask for from her hostage takers?

Apparently what Jason always said was true: most criminals were either desperate or stupid. These were both. 

She kept her head down and did as she was told. The two sweating goons in charge of the hostages were moving them upstairs to the staff lunch room. There wasn’t enough room in the elevators, so the first goon took half of them up. Only there wasn’t enough room in the second elevator for the remaining hostages either, and Andy found herself awkwardly standing in the corridor. 

“You. Wait here.” The goon levelled his rifle at her. “I’m coming right back, you even shuffle from that tile and I’m splattering your brains on the wall.” 

The elevator doors closed, and he had to lower the rifle or risk it getting caught. Andy lifted her zip tied hands in a gesture of surrender. 

That was twenty minutes ago. 

She was starting to suspect he was not, in fact, coming right back. She looked across the empty hall. It wasn’t one of Gotham’s fancy historical banks, just some sad local branch with low ceilings and thin plaster walls. The muffled wine of the drill they were using in the vault kept starting and stopping. 

If one of the others found her standing around unattended they might think just shoot her. Surprising the two with the hostages didn’t seem a safe bet either. She flexed her aching wrists. What to do, what to do? 

There was probably a back door, maybe she could just… leave? Would the police shoot her on sight? Or worse, take her in, see her criminal record and assume she was an accomplice? Holy bologna, this was bad. Jason’s bouts of family friendly swearing were rubbing off on her. 

She pressed the call elevator button with a tingling finger.

It didn’t light up. She tapped it again a few more times. Nothing happened. Hm. That couldn’t be good. 

Well, you weren’t meant to use elevators in a crisis anyway. She tried the door to the stairwell with no hope of finding it open. The door swung open without resistance. 

She stared at a bright red helmet with glowing white eyes. 

She blinked. 

A hand grabbed her, dragged her into the stairwell, and closed the door behind her again. She backed up against the door, her bound hands held over her heart, shrinking beneath an angry Red Hood. 

“What are you doing here?” he demanded. His voice modulator crunched and rumbled out a terrifying tone. 

“I– I was cashing a check–”

“What are you doing here?” 

“I’m a hostage? I’m a hostage, and I got separated,” she said, her voice higher pitched and too fast. “They took the others upstairs, told me to wait, they were coming back. I–I think they forgot about me.” 

He sighed deeply. 

Nerves that spiked horribly whenever she ran into the terrifying vigilante were slightly affronted. 

“It’s not my fault!” she hissed.

“I don’t know, you didn’t check today’s crime schedule before leaving the house?” he drawled, while reaching for her bound hands. “Are you hurt?” 

She shook her head. 

In the gloom of the stairwell she didn’t see what he did before the zip ties loosened and fell away. He took her wrists and started massaging life back into them with efficient but gentle movements. She hissed at the twinge of pain where the ties had cut in too deep. 

“How many are there?” 

“Um. I saw six. Four in the vault, two upstairs.”

“Hostages, Andy.”

“Oh. Seventeen. That’s including me, so, sixteen now, I guess.”  

The helmet turned to face a dark corner of the stairwell. He made a gesture with his hand and jerked his head upwards. A mass of inky black without mouth or eyes separated itself from the darkness. 

Andy yelped and jolted back. 

A cape flared as the figure disappeared up the stairwell. Only belatedly did Andy register it had had the yellow outline of a bat on its chest.

Red Hood took her shoulder and gently guided Andy away and down the stairs. He opened the door and led her into the parking garage. There were no flashing lights, no cops demanding they get on the ground. 

“I’m okay. I’m okay. Thank you,” she said quietly, while he looked around. “You can get back to…I can get myself home from here.”

He looked at her for a long moment. She tried to hide the shaking in her hands. 

“Do you know where we are?” 

She did. She’d gotten herself here, so she had to. Her mind twisted on itself and presented her with no answers. Her brow furrowed. 

“Um. Maybe you could point me to the nearest bus stop?” 

It was amazing how expressive a blank mask could be. She couldn’t see the sceptical raised eyebrow and yet she was fully aware of it. 

He turned and walked away. She trailed after him. Nestled in behind a support column was a massive and high-tech looking sports bike. It was matte black with slashes of red here and there. She had recently developed an appreciation for such things and stared at it in awe. If the crooks hadn’t taken her phone she would have asked to take a photo to show Jason. 

“I rescued you, I have to make sure you get home safe. Might end up accidentally taking a bus to Metropolis otherwise.”

“What if your… comrade needs help?” 

“With those idiots?” He scoffed. 

He swung a leg over and settled himself on the bike. He patted the back seat.

She hoped on behind him. It wasn’t much of a second seat, just enough to make do. It wasn’t uncomfortable, she had done this a hundred times with Jason, even if his bike didn’t demand she drape herself over him quite so much and cling on like a little monkey. It was a crushing disappointment that she didn’t have her helmet with her, they would have to drive at responsible speeds. 

She put her hands on the Red Hood’s waist, just above the guns strapped into his thigh holsters. It dawned on her how extremely trusting this was of him. 

He had saved her a couple of times by now, he must have categorised her as harmless. He even remembered her name. 

He tilted his head slightly. Not enough to look back, just checking if she was ready. 

She gave his waist a slight squeeze. She leaned into him in preparation for the burst of speed. 

They took off, smoothly rounding the spiral ramp out of the basement and onto the back road. She moved with him through it. 

And a revelation she had been circling for months finally settled into place. 

A month earlier Jason had called her at four in the morning and asked if she had any plans for sunrise. 

Too baffled and sleepy to complain, she informed him she had no plans. He appeared on her doorstep in the dark ten minutes later, looking wired and exhausted and wide awake all at once, which was a Jason specialty. He beckoned her to his bike.

They drove for no amount of time that could possibly be tallied. It was all lost in the void of velvety darkness and neverending sodium street lights, a world inhabited solely by startled rabbits and truckers. Chased by the wind, chasing the dawn, on a road that bent, and wove, and rose up to meet them infinitely. 

All that mattered, all that truly existed, was moving in tune with Jason. Not trying to anticipate or follow, simply feeling what flowed through his body and letting it flow through hers as well. 

They finally stopped at some coastal town that was mostly flat and grey pebbly beach, grinding to a halt on the side of the road. 

Light leached into the sky from over the sea as the nighttime gloom surrendered slowly to the pastels of dawn. They took off their helmets. They were both sore from the long ride, but felt no need to move.

Jason leaned back against her. She wrapped her arms around his waist and held him. He sighed wistfully and tipped his head back to lean against hers. She rubbed her forehead against the soft hairs at the back of his neck. 

They watched the sunrise together. 

Red Hood stopped outside of her apartment. She patted his side, a familiar gesture of thanks. He froze, then lowered his head. 

She slid off the bike and took a few steps towards her door. She looked back. 

He sent her a look she read plain as day through the helmet. Wary, hopeful, tentative, self conscious. 

She smiled at him. 

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[cyraclove]

Find The Word

Find the words from the list in your WIPs and post the paragraphs they belong to!

SO I was tagged by three lovely people, @unmaskedcardinal, @drsteggy, and @bisexualchrissycunningham and I waited way too long to do this so I am looking for the words light, over, age, fall, return, begin, rise, under, dark, leave, grip, book, wild, smirk, find (😅)

light

A floor lamp in the corner glows dimly as it casts shadows onto a faded rug in the center of the room, the only other light coming from the balcony doors behind the sofa.

over

Instead of stepping back, he stays right where he is. Chrissy’s back presses against the bookshelf as he towers over her. Her chest goes hot when she dares to glance up, Eddie’s dark eyes shining right back down at her.

age

“This boy’s good people, no background check needed,” Walter says, cutting Laura off. “Like I said, he’s from Hawkins. Al Munson’s kid, lives with his uncle now. You know him, dontcha? You two’re ‘bout the same age.”

fall

Looking up at Eddie’s sad eyes, Chrissy softens. Her shoulders fall with a sigh as she nods knowingly. He’s right. She owes him at least a conversation. She’s the one who kissed him, after all. Who knows what would’ve happened if she’d actually been able to control herself. Maybe they wouldn’t be in the mess they’re in now.

return

Vecna had been waiting for them when they’d returned to Hawkins. Waiting for Chrissy, for Max. Waiting for El. After they’d barely escaped with their lives, the police had been waiting for Eddie.

begin

The beginning of a new semester has always held a sort of magic for Chrissy. Even when she was a student herself, the metaphorical crossing of a threshold from old into new was something that she always looked forward to.

rise

Bile rises in her throat when she allows herself to think of how they must’ve treated Eddie.

under

While she’d always had a basic understanding of the mechanics, Chrissy hadn’t realized just how much more there was to sex. Her first time with Jason, she’d laid underneath him and watched the ceiling fan twirl while he’d hammered away at her like she was a woodshop birdhouse.

dark

She vividly remembers the evening she read Histoire d’O by Pauline Réage with a flashlight, her face burning hot in the darkness of her dorm room. There were words on those pages that she’d never seen before–about things she had a hard time even imagining.

leave

Chrissy opens her mouth, but words don’t come out. The rational part of her brain is screaming at her to leave, to end this now. All she can do is look into Eddie’s eyes, a coppery amber in the dusky light. Like whiskey.

grip

Eddie’s lips are on hers again, his tongue already past her teeth. Chrissy moans into his mouth and all but melts in his arms, a delicious thrill zipping up her spine when she feels his grip on her tighten.

book

Sometimes, Chrissy would read a book for no other reason than to spite her mother. She’d study each spine as she strolled through the stacks until she found something that sounded perfectly obscene.

wild

Chrissy had sobbed wildly onto the tasteful tiling in her mother’s bathroom, her chest like it had been ripped open, pleading with her to let her leave the house. She’d turned a steely shoulder, refusing to meet her eye.

smirk

Chrissy’s eyes dart towards his hands as they hover near his waist. He’s fidgeting with those chunky rings he wears, twisting them around and around like he’s nervous. He’s never like this in class when he asks questions. He’s usually confident, smirking at her from his seat in the third row.

find

For the first time, she’d had free rein to find out just what it was that she actually enjoyed. So much time had been spent troubling over how someone else wanted her to look, what they wanted her to say.

I will tag @astorytotellyourfriends @medusasfinalgirl @ebongawk @justhere4thevibez and @erythromanc3r

if y’all wanna play, your words are close, gentle, push, fade, and almost

[mooneyandsuney]

01/03 | 20.39

Just wanted to talk to you via writing, feel like i need it also because feeling a neumonic feeling, even though it’s different from how it was.

Relating to my old self, that guy you thought would tangle your tongue between his teeth. I kinda feel like him again, to be honest. Even though i feel more comfortable of being vulnerable around you and to you nowadays.

Be prepared, your baby’s bout to get a bit whiny.. (hehe)

Also hope this can entertain you since (i’m writing this with a mood of going out on a date with you or maybe see you letter game vibes)

I feel like him(younger me), i feel less than you, unable to obtain, contact, catch up, maybe even deserve. Honestly doubt towards my self has been growing, maybe i don’t communicate it enough(my bad) but yeah it’s been growing, that worthless feeling i felt back then.. it’s back. Wouldn’t hurt to catch with old friends(feelings) i guess (hehe)

This feeling it drives me and i know it, maybe even it’s part of your plan for us. Not surprised if it is (you are that smart)

Currently feeling this makes me happy and sad at the same time. Usually it just drowns me in doubt and sadness and just creates the self victimizing jason you’ve met before. But yeah, kinda makes me glad because it reminds me just how far that doubt brought me and just how much you’ve convince me of my self.

Truth about my answers for you’re “pernah kepikiran ga waktu awal sama aku?” questions, is that “no” i’ve never thought i’d develop this far especially with you involved. I’ve never thought i’d find Her, was optimistic, yes, but not realistically. (Wkwkwk)

And now it’s back, but i’m not gonna forget the parts we built together, the parts i actually “did it” i made it Kim! I grew, became better! Just like what you said… :)

And of course i wouldn’t forget the mistakes that brought me here, the valuable lessons i’ve learned and you’ve so amazing understood. That’s part of why i’m sure you’re Her, no one in their right mind would try to understand me until this far. I’m aware i’m a lot o handle and god i’d do a bruno for you(grenade)

Honestly i know just how grim and messed up i’d be if it wasn’t for you. The things you did. How you did it. God i am addicted.

I’d go fucking crazy without you.

(Walau sudah)wkkwkw

I’m sure i wanna marry you, (younger me) just doubts if i could or not. I’m belive that you’re Her, but turns out having that concept for years, i never developed the mind set that i deserve Her or not.

You(Her) are just so perfect, turning me on my self since the desire to fucking be the best for You(Her) is fucking killing me. But thank God i’m not dead already. I get a chance to be with You(Her) the one thing i want most in life. My Holy Grail. Literally nothing is able to stop me from getting it, a true paradox in my life. Needing and wanting while also doubting.

*just scrolled up this text, you probably don’t know when you have the time to read this (wkwkwkk)

I wan’t to be with you, with all the risks and the challenges. I am truly aware of, God i pray for all the determination in the world to let me deserve Her, truly deserve Her.

Melody, Sis, Keep Her self safe for me. Need your hands on this one, i did it sis! I found her, just have to figure out how to take care of her the rest of my life. I told you she’s real, we both believed in that huh.. she’s there, maybe give her a hand if she needs it *she’s got a thing for independence so don’t over due it. I’m sure you understand. She’s a keeper isn’t she? She did it all Sis! All i believe you would. Kinda scared though, your brother thinks he’s still not enough for her. I Could use a hand in this.. i’m serious! You know she’s the one too right?!

I wish You were here.

You’d probably know what to do, i just had to take you place huh? Could it be the both of us? I miss you… i really need your hand, i need a hug.. not many are hugging me nowadays, they expect the strong me the best of me. I need you. I’m sorry for being silent for quite some time. I want to come see you ASAP i think i could really use that. It’s hard, i could use some pointers from you. She’s the closest thing to you, and now she’s out there far from me, guard her for me.. please…

I’ll come for you Kim, just like “see you letter game” i’ll be back for you, i’m yours, all of me. You showed me i could, then i will.

I miss you Galliley Cikal Ayu Caraka and i love you. Just as much as i love my self turns out.

🌝 - March, 2023

[maxine-drusilla-wayne]

YOU DONT LOVE HIM!

Part 1!

(Barbara Gordon x fem!reader!)

Summary for this series:nightwing gets upset when Barbara finally gets him back by cheating on him ONCE but she gets bashed behind her back and nightwing wants to get with reader but when you tell babs she doesn’t believe reader and turns on her.

Warnings:slight stalking(later in the series),betrayal,sadness,metions of joker,reader hides a secret, revenge, heartbreak.

You had been coming downstairs when you heard a loud noise.

“Grayson what the fuck are you doing?”

You saw a broken keyboard as you came closer.”y/n. Just the person I wanted to see.” He walked closer.

“What happened? Where’s babs?” You asked trying to hide the disappointment of not seeing your crush.”we’re having a fight! That’s why I wanted see you.” He says with anger in his voice.

“Ok well what about?” You got tired of asking questions and just wanted a straight forward answer from him.”Barbara cheated on me!”Oh. You didn’t really care in fact being happy for Barbara bc she had cried so many times because of dick and now he has they audacity to be upset? Oh ok.

“Oh ok well I hope she’s feeling good right now.” You replied bluntly showing how you didn’t care how mad he was or more made he would get.

“Y/n what the fuck?! She cheated on me!”you didn’t give af. So you said that.”ummm ok? I don’t care. You cheated on her multiple times with kory and other girls. She honestly deserves better.”you didn’t care anymore especially since you started to not like him a while ago for living up to his first name.

“I know you have a crush on her but seriously y/n where’s the fucking loyalty?!” “Where’s the loyalty?!” You were appalled. “Yeah you’re supposed to be my friend!” “Motherfucker you the last person who should be talking bout “where’s the loyalty?!” You was cheating on yo girl first!” You ready to slap him.

“Those were mistakes! We all make them!” “Well then forgive her for hers!”you hated him in this moment and took every ounce of inner physical and mental strength to not put your hands on him.

“Listen I love you and want to be with you so let’s be together!” You patience is thinning.”ugh as if!” You didn’t want to settle for him. He’s an embarrassment.

“Please!” “NO!” At of anger you slapped him and ran out.

Hours passed and he blew up your phone begging to be with you. Of course you weren’t gonna let that slide but her Grayson had made up too.

At 9:00pm you decided to tell her.

Before you walked in her room you noticed Damian and Tim by her door.”tt’ I can’t believe you still tolerate little red riding hoods” Damian said “hoods” implying that she was….well I think you know. But it made no sense since at the time she was still in her wheelchair.

“God,I hate babs.” “Oh shut the fuck up mommas boy and Jason Todd’s replacement.” You said and knocked on the door. They walked away and you heard babs wheeling over to the door.

She opened it and smiled as she saw you.

“Hey y/n! What’s up?!” She greeted then asked as she opened the door more so you can walk in.”hey babs! Listen I have something really important to tell and you might not be so happy hearing it.” You said nervously.

Her face immediately dropped to a serious face. That scared you even more.

“Go on.” She replied.”well you know how you and he who shall not be name were going through some issues today?” You asked with a slight nervous laugh.

“Of course I do,what’s the matter?” She ask with a sigh and you can tell she’s already getting impatient.”ok well for the last couple of hours even after you guys made up he’s still trying to get with me!” You yell fastly in fear.

She just sits there and looks at you up and down with her eyes all still with a resting bitch face.(that you find quite attractive)

The she starting laughing…but the laugh of someone going crazyily mad and about to loose there patience.

“I can’t fucking believe you y/n! You do this to your best friend?! Your crippled one at that!” Then you can see her start have tears of frustration.”no! No babs it’s not like that please!-“ she cut you off.

“Yes! Yes it is exactly like that! Now he may do at lot if this but he wouldn’t do that to me ALREADY!” At this point now you were starting to cry.

“Babs you would really choose a ain’t shit ass guy over your best friend!?”your heart was breaking at how she would choose his word over yours.”oh and now you wanna fucking cry? You wanna cry?” Babs asks.”when you’re fucking-sucking the energy out of everyone here! And then you wanna fucking lie to me y/n?” You were sobbing.

“Babs please you know I would never lie to you!-“ “you’re fucking dead to me y/n.” She said as she stopped crying.”you don’t me that-“you say while shaking your head frantically but she cut you off.

“I mean. Ever.fucking.word. We’re done. There’s no more ‘y/n and babs’ anymore while you always try to act so fucking innocent!” She says and you’re heart is hurting.this is the worst day of your entire life.

“I love you.” You say sadly knowing that you’ll never stop.”no the fuck you don’t,you love being loved! You love my attention!” “So umm just get the fuck out of my room and you can just like stay out of my life! Forever! Bc honestly looking at you right now has me physically fucking Ill!” And with that you run out and straight to your room.

You get and text. It reads “get the fuck out” from “brucey!🦇💵” and with that you pack your things and go through the secret elevator in your room but you decide to head to the batcave first.

You see dicks phone and you have fingerprint in there so you decide to screenshot his thirsty text. Go to “wallpaper” and set it as his Lock Screen and Home Screen.

Then you decided to get your motorcycle and decided to ride to a hotel that you had book for the night. You check your phones time;9:48pm it read.

“It’s gonna be a long trip…”you thought getting on your bike and riding into the night.

[kyberphilosopher]

Dark Red

Only you, my girl, only you babe. Only you, darling, only you.  Damian gets a birthday present. 

Word Count: 2404

Note: This can be read with the same reader as in Impact Play, acting as a prologue if you so wish. Obviously not proof read.

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It was no secret that Damian was never a fan of his father. Even when he held the mantle of Robin there was discourse. 

He seemed happier with Superman, which was alright, but sad considering it’s not how it should’ve been. You would’ve questioned his stance with his mother, but it was probably best not to. Something about that whole idea was off and after hearing Damian threaten Cyborg about it, you were certain. His mother was a no go. 

The rest of his family was spread to the wind. Dick had died years ago, to which Damian would only comment was an accident. Jason Todd was both nowhere and everywhere, though Damian never showed a real enthusiasm for tracking him down. And Tim was just gone. He was in Gotham, but he was... not a part of Damian’s life. None of his family was part of his life. 

At this point, you were not Damian’s family either. You were not even really his friend. You had sided with Superman, and he had sided with Superman, and sometimes you may have stood next to each other, but there was a bout of coldness. Conversations were short, no matter who initiated them. Training... you and Damian didn’t train together. He went off with Cyborg or Superman most of the time, and when you weren’t sparring Black Adam, Wonder Woman wanted to train you. Go figure. But from what you heard, Damian had a not half bad sense of humor and knew how to swing a sword. Maybe that’s why you were so aware of his familial life. 

After all, that was the reason you’d poked into Damian’s personal file anyway. Normally, you probably wouldn’t have done anything of the sort. But everyone else was on the other side of the Fortress of Solitude, and you were in need of a good scoffing. Certainly the details of one Damian Wayne could satisfy that need. 

You flip the file open, expecting something mind boggling. Instead, your brows only raise as you lean back against the icy computer monitor and desk. Your breathing comes out in thick puffs of white air even though you don’t feel cold. Only the balls of your feet feel the freezing temperatures beneath them. Not unlike your fingers, which dance over an old picture of Robin without thinking before your brows crease. 

 Superman and Wonder Woman have erased almost everything there is to Damian Wayne. His last name is listed as both Al Ghul and the latter. Nothing is listed under powers or strengths. His file is short. The photo of Damian in his Robin get-up is longer than the entirety of words on the paper. It’s as if you’d came for a scoff, and been given one to for you had not intended. Not even close. 

You’re about to close it all together and move on with filing the others when a certain set of words catch your eye. That’s when you discover something very interesting. Something you could actually do something with, if you wanted to. That Damian Wayne was born August 9th. 

The file closes and is stuck with the rest in a messy pile. 

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Damian is sitting in the dining hall when he hears your footsteps. At first, he thought it was Diana or Victor with how heavy and fast they were. But as you drew closer, he could analyze the weight of your heel and toes and that little pause your knees give sometimes and he knows. Sure enough, a minute later you burst through the entrance way, cooling down from a run. Your chest rises and falls as you look around the room, mouth agape. Finally, your eyes land on Damian, who’s mid chew into the only cereal he could find.

“Happy birthday,” you state, still catching your breath. Luckily, the room is empty between yourself and Damian, so Wonder Woman won’t make you do laps to build up your endurance again.

Damian doesn’t respond, but he does watch you. His chewing is paused, brows creasing under his mask as milk drops from his raised spoon.

“Can you wait right there?” you continue, building up the pace of your feet again. “Thanks.”

The ex-Robin doesn’t respond. Whether it’s because his mouth is full, he has no purpose speaking, or the exasperated confusion you can see in his eyes, he has nothing to say. Only his orbs follow you as you jog out the other archway of the room. 

It is Damian’s birthday. Even if he had no way to track the daily date, his mother had forced him to know the exact minute of every hour every day of the year. It had been his first thought this morning. Which meant there could be no mistake. It was Damian’s birthday. 

He wonders how you know. But then he thinks of the billion different ways you could have figured it out and so he settles on one of those. Superman had probably just marked it down for the details of Damian’s file, beside all his achievements and how to best use him in combat. Of course he had. Fathers keep note of their sons birthdays. 

Had Bruce remembered his birthday? When he was eleven, a year after his mother had sent Damian to Bruce, his adoptive brother Dick had found out that they’d missed Damian’s actual birthday. Then Dick had ordered a day long late birthday celebration inside Wayne manor. It was fun, for an eleven and a half year old. And there’s a bright memory of Bruce smiling down at Damian, Dick carrying the child on his back and shoulders. 

Damian shakes his head to clear his senses. He takes one bite of his cereal- two bites, three. The milk is cold down his throat. Unfortunately, as his lips pull away from the metal, some of the liquid sputters down to his armor. Two white drips on shiny a red and black suit are enough to make the entirety of it look uncleanly. Damian can’t say he’s pleased as a low, “Shit,” leaves the back of his throat. 

His eyes raise again to the side of the dining hall. You enter the room swiftly, seating yourself at the same table as him with only a good few feet between you. Your hand places a clump of tinfoil on the table. It’s creasing suggests something inside, thick and sturdy. There is silence. 

“Oh. This is for you.” You push the wrapped surprise closer to Damian. 

“Why?” he finally decides on saying, though it sounds more like a demand than a question. 

Instinctively, you scoff. “Sorry to bother you, Damian. I’ll just take my Basbousa and get out of here.”

You swipe the foil from its position and start to stand. Then the familiar pinching feeling of armored hands over the comparably thin fabric of your sweatshirt greets you. Damian’s strong hand wraps around your forearm, holding you in place demandingly. “You brought Basbousa?”

You tug your hand arm free with a jolt, then slowly seat yourself back down. Eyes glued to each other, the foil is released from your grasp. “See for yourself, birthday boy.”

The object is pushed towards him again. This time, the hand that previously gripped your arm instead moves his bowl of cereal out of the way and puts the foil in its place. Birthday boy. 

Sucking in a breath, Damian maneuvers his fingers across the shiny silver wrapping until it’s all but gone. Inside, sure enough, is a golden yellow square, no bigger than a cupcake. On special occasions, Damian would receive the dessert as a boy. But that was only when he was with his mother, and when he ate it too fast, she would have him hold hot coals in his hand as punishment to teach patience. 

He wonders if it still tastes as sweet as he remembers. 

“And you got this where?” Damian tosses to you. 

You only shrug in response. “It’s cold. Hope you like it that way.”

You watch Damian then. His eyes are fixated on the treat in front of him. From his side and this close, you can make out details that are a juxtaposition to his very nature. 

Damian’s lashes are long and thick, and look about as soft as a pile of fresh snow. His eyes flicker between green and brown and bronze, sometimes similar to honey in the light and others more like spring grass. There’s a freckle on the left underside of his jaw. Everything so calm and pretty in contrast to how abrasive and judgmental Damian Wayne really is. 

“Do you want me to sing?” you say to pull yourself out before you go into too deep of a daze. 

“Don’t,” Damian responds curtly. 

“So,” you begin, watching as Damian pulls his cereal spoon from the bowl and prepares to use it on the basbousa. “What did Superman do for your special day?”

“Nothing,” Damian reveals. “Victor did my laundry and now there’s glitter all over my clothes.”

An eyebrow raises in response. “Sucks.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you want a candle for that?” you ask Damian, knowing full well there’s no way Superman would keep birthday candles in the Fortress of Solitude. Damian’s spoon breaks through the corner of the basbousa and it crumbles almost immediately. 

“No.”

It’s at that word that you come to the realization that you like Damian Wayne’s voice. 

“You know, I’m usually more of a taramisu fan. But this is good too.” Damian slips the spoon between his lips and his eyes flutter closed for a fraction of a second in enjoyment. Then, “It really is surprising that you got this.”

“So I’m the only one who remembered your birthday,” you slip your hands between your thighs for some heat. “Besides Vic.”

“Seems so.”

A minute passes. Damian keeps his eyes on his dessert- and apparently his only gift- while you keep still in wait. You’re not sure why. Damian is attractive, you know that for sure now, but it’s not as if you’re best friends. There were similarities, yes, but that was the reason why you weren’t close wasn’t it? Because you were shared some things that coincidentally kept you from each other?

“Do you uh...” your voice goes hoarse. You clear your throat before Damian can say anything, though you’re fully aware he’s picked up on it surely. “Do you want a present or anything?”

Damian’s pulse stutters. A gift? Offered to him? Dick was the last person who’d ever done that. And how had Damian repayed him?

He drops the spoon sharply to the table, no longer wishing to intake food. 

“I’d buy you something but I’m pretty sure we’re illegal. There’s some old sweaters in my place that don’t fit me anymore. Hope you like sweaters-”

“You did this for me?” Damian cuts you off, now turning to you. Against the blackness of his mask, the green in his eyes look pale and striking. The brown is noticeable for only a moment in a spark of icy light before submitting to the other colors within. 

Well, yeah. You guess you had. So that’s what you tell him. 

Damian’s eyes immediately narrow in accusation and suspicion. Of course. 

“Is it so I’ll do something on your birthday?”

You just furrow your brows and shake your head, because the answer is pretty obviously a no and Damian knows that. 

He dips his head back down to the table. Maybe in shame. But then he starts to speak again and you don’t mind at all because his voice is so nice and fitting and toned and-

“I haven’t had a lot of birthday celebrations in my life. My mother… This was nice of you.”

Hey… you did a nice thing. How many of those have you had to claim in your life? And from Someone so obnoxious as Damian Wayne, you know it must be true. How pure, how precious is that? And on his birthday too. Such an intimate day. So important, so close. So… friendly.

“It’s nothing,” you respond, lips parted with distraction as the two of you are seemingly locked in the same moment. Shake out of it. “Uh, so think about what you want next time Regime goes out. It’ll be a late birthday gift.”

“Yeah,” Damian says. “Yeah- yeah, I got it.”

He picks up the spoon again and continues his eating. When he nears the end of it, you’d pick yourself up and leave the area wordlessly. There’s no need for words for such a simple and barely there relationship. But, that could change. 

Right now, all there is is him. It’s something you’ve never felt with any boyfriends, any girlfriends, anyone. From your longest relationship to your shortest, this is the only time you’ve felt such a strange pull in your tummy. You barely even know Damian, and yet, this exact moment is buzzing and inexplicable. At least on your end. 

So what happens with the grandson of the demon and the marksman of the Regime is up to you. If the relationship would blossom, as it begs to, or if it would stand still, like the you and Damian in this minute. Because at this moment, there’s only him. Only him, darling.

“Happy birthday, Damian.”

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.★.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

Something short and sweet I settled on for Damian’s birthday. He’s over hated, if you ask me, even in the Injustice universe. His character has a lot of depth and even though he’s easy to hate on the surface, I just can’t. So happy birthday to the beloved Damian Wayne, and a hopeful many more years for him. 

Also, basbousa is a real dish. I wanted to find something middle eastern to tie to Damian since he is, in fact, middle eastern. I don’t think DC has ever confirmed where exactly he and his mother are from so I had to chose something a little generic. Basbousa is found in Turkey and surrounding countries. 

[ingek73]

Hi

Jason’s brother Simon was his accountant, Gary’s too but he fired him.

Jason seemed happiest after the reunion when he referred to TT as a band of brothers but then Gary kept referring to himself as the captain and the vibe changed when Robbie rejoined.

It was such a letdown when he stopped talking in interviews or didnt even feature in behind the scenes clips. I left Progress live feeling really sad when he didnt sing his line in BFG.

…

Before TT I was into NKOTB, where my fave was Jonathan. Since he’s on social media I’ve been following and I think the NKOTB vibe is very different. Yes Donnie, Jordan and Joey sing way more than Jonathan and Danny, but everyone is fine with that, and everyone is so loving & supportive of each other.

Jonathan had a really bad bout of stage fright for a while & doesnt sing often sing but just look how happy everyone genuinely is for him when he sings his line in Step By Step(from 2:45)

…

Back to TT I think it was very telling when Gary told Perrie Edwards from Little Mix that she was the best singer and something like every group should have a leader and Perrie did not want that.

Gary wants to be the leader, I think Jason was happiest when they resembled a family.

Also its ok to walk away from your old job and not stay in touch

Jason.

Suddenly I want to talk about Jason (it's a very long talk).

I realize I never talk about this here, but I often compare him to Queen's John Deacon. There are few similarities. The "silent" one, the underrated one, the one who prefer tea when the others would prefer wine, the one whose lyrics always about life, the dark horse, the one who is not confident with singing, the one who left the band and never be seen again.

The thing about John Deacon is that I never feel sort of bereaved, longing, or sad that he is no longer in Queen. I am a Queen fan since I could barely speak english thanks to my dad and the moment I learn that he left Queen so many years ago I was like that's ok. That's because even though Brian and Roger are the spine of Queen, the heart and soul will always be with Freddie and Freddie died 32 years ago. New fans had their hard time accepting it when they searched for Deacy but they quickly realized time has gone long and he has been living a peaceful private life. It's easy for us to let go of Deacy, because Queen regardless how good Adam Lambert is now, is over the moment Freddie died. There are no what ifs when talking about Deacy leaving Queen and public life. His statement is also clear and undeniable that he left because he thought there should be no more Queen after Freddie.

But the thing about Jason Orange is that he left at the height of Take That fandom. They just had Robbie back and they released Progress and it was very very success album and tour too. Three years later, people expect something but Robbie's not coming back and so did Jason. It feels anticlimactic for fans even though it may not be for him. There are no impromptu. Unlike the rest of the members, Jason doesn't have social media but he also didn't do or say anything leading up to that day in 2014. Take That was perfectly fine ship and suddenly one of their longest standing member at that time jumped the ship without lifeboat that could help him return. He swam to the nearest island and not planning to swim back to the ship ever again. Sure he made a statement through Take That's PR but it's just a thank yous. Something is not told and as fans we left to wonder why did he leave. What had gone wrong in the background??

Toxic fans would often like to think it's because of Robbie because Jason didn't like Rob in the 90s and, while often written off in newer documentaries or autobiographies, was the one who propagated to kick Robbie Williams out of Take That (as stated by the man himself in Look Back, Don't Stare). It's easy to make Robbie Williams a scapegoat, isn't it? However, Jason himself said back in Progress era that Robbie came back to Take That was the final piece of puzzle. Gary in his book A Better Me also said that Jason always wanted Robbie to return and felt like his job is done when he got to see all his boyband friends in the same room again.

However, it still doesn't answer the question to why did he leave? I have a habit of wondering over unimportant things and sometimes, especially now, my mind wonder about Jason and why exactly did he leave. I have some theories, it might not satisfy you but bare with me.

Here's a gif of Jason so you won't get too tired reading this post lol

First theory: tax evasion scandal. I'm not gonna pretend to be a foolish fan and not know that sometimes in 2014, Take That faced a huge backlash thanks to this scandal. Those annoying 40-50 something British guy who love to make this tax evader joke to state they never like Take That to look manly can never escape me every time I go around social media about Take That. Even though it rarely talked about among Thatters, I feel like if they are not known more now than they are a decade ago it's because this scandal still affecting them in the eyes of UK public, who are their major target market. I could also argue if only they make another big break this scandal will be gone from people's mind but sad to say they haven't done anything bigger than Progress even until now, not that I don't like III, Wonderland, and This Life, I do. But me and all of you (roughly 30 people around here) and I'd estimate less than 2 millions most royal Thatters out there who are interested are not enough. Back to the tax scandal, it is a fact that Gary, Mark, and Howard are part of the scandal but not Jason because his finance always managed by his twin brother, so I heard. I wonder whatever went behind the scene could might affect Jason's decision to leave.

Why? Because if it is true that he left because Progress is enough, he could have stated he would be leaving since after Progress or any time between 2012 to early 2014. Why did he have to wait and drag this for too long? Also, I wonder if this is why they are so sensitive about Jason leaving at first. Remember in Robbie's autobiography when they were really angry at Rob for accidentally blurted it that Jason would leave before official statement?

Second theory: anxiety, illness, physical problem or other health problems. I often wonder about this too. Progress era is the ultimate era especially for old school Thatters (lol sorry to the actual ultimate era). Who would have thought that "I'm rich beyond my wildest dream", the greatest britpop star living in private mansion in Beverly Hills with around 10 entourages including his gf, Robbie Williams, could ever reunited with Take That? I can only look this like history book and only recently realized how crazy it is. It happened. In his Netflix documentary, even his management didn't believe this that he'd rather earn so little yet did so much effort for Take That rather than earning another hundreds of millions of dollar doing another solo tour. But it happened, he needed it, the rest of Take That needed it, and we're glad it happened. And then, imagine Never Forget. One of the best Take That song ever, made in 1995 but released when Rob had left, so before 2010 this song had never been performed by Robbie Williams. The moment that all Thatters had been waiting for, to see all five members of Take That perform this song life, without others backing the others, as the original single intended. The only era where they can do this, and it only ever happened once (1). And then Jason...

And then they never did it again. Throughout Progress live tour, Jason didn't sing a single note by solo. His part in Never Forget was covered by Gary. You could even argue that his mic was never on during any of Progress live performances and I would believe you. So much downgrade than The Circus Live where he did an entire section singing two songs with his guitar. What was going on??

Why? He stated few times he was never confident in singing. Even Nigel Martin Smith berating him in the 90s for being the one with the worse singing voice (arguable though because he actually has decent voice). I'm glad Take Two era gave him the confidence to try albeit shyly. However, maybe eventually his anxiety won sometimes between 2012 to 2014. Plus the fact that we know he can't do breakdance forever. He was in his 40s at that time. Even current Take That dance lesser and lesser than they were in previous era. Maybe Jason thought there should not be more dancing in Take That. Maybe he thought his body would no longer able to. Maybe he's not strong as he used to be. He's ill? Idk, only Jason knows.

Third theory: settling down in private. It could be just my headcanon but think about it. We always joke he might as well marry to the bench because he's always photographed alone in his own thoughts. Some people even randomly thinking is he gay? He has that swag though, but I don't think at least he himself think that he's gay(?).

Lol this iconic pic

But what we never talk about is that he did have girlfriends in the past. He has been photographed by paparazzi in the past with "mystery" women (yes women as in plural) which I will not share here. He had a public relationship with Catherine Tate after all.

I genuinely think Jason is the kind who would drop everything to keep his family safe from public. This is after all the same guy who despite the height of his career barely show his family to the public, except his mom probably, but then again all TT moms always have media presence since day 1. Being in kdrama fandom and see korean actors and actresses who literally just dropped their career for their family and their privacy, I can see Jason would do just like that. Why not? He has achieved and experienced everything there is to know about being a celebrity. He doesn't feel the need to. And I feel like his relationship with Catherine Tate, since she also a public figure, was so gobbled down by media that maybe he thought this isn't right to have people judging his partner. If one day Jason appear with a wife and a child, I won't be surprised at all. I would be exploding in happiness that this theory is correct though.

Also I'm happy to see Catherine Tate returns to Doctor Who with David Tennant. I just know then that she actually is known for being in Doctor Who. I had no idea who is she outside being in Happy Now music video 😂

My theory outside Jason leaving:

Take That (and their management) know where and how Jason is (to some extent). In the interviews often Gary, Mark, and Howard would be asked about Jason to which they would say they didn't contact him for ages. Or joke that they tried to email him but then maybe he only have flip phones and doesn't even have a computer to answer the email. Look, he can be a hermit but man living in first world country and doesn't have even a smartphone to answer email in 21st century is ridiculous. I believe they still talk or see each other once in a while, especially with Howard, who tweeted that he met Jason in 2018. Hell, I feel like even Rob has seen Jason at least once between 2014 to now. I don't know, just a hunch.

His privacy is protected by Take That management and also by most of public. Continuation from previous bullet point. Yes. Because do you remember when there was George Michael's art auction in Manchester and some celebrities who came there are photographed clearly. But not Jason. It's hard to find that picture again but I found it and that's just the only the bigfoot sightings of Jason Orange that I know of because it happened after I know Take That deep enough. Between 2014 to 2017, how many sightings that I didn't know? Where if other celeb would have crystal clear pictures taken but not him on the same occasion? I wonder. Also many people claimed that they met Jason in public space in around London or Manchester, but mostly Manchester. So he is not as hermit as they would like you to think. Maybe if you go around there and if you just lucky, you might come across a wild Jason Orange.

Goddammit this guy.

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At the end of this post, thank you for reading this until this part, guys. I really miss Jason like all of you. He is truly an enigma but no matter what would always have special place in every Thatters' heart. Awww...I cringe a little when I wrote that.

Regardless my theory, I can only wish he lives a good and happy life. If you have something to say, you can also add here in the reblog or reply, or dm me, let's chat.

Also I put all Jason sightings on my tumblr with this tag called The Bigfoot Sightings of Jason Orange (because he is as blurry as bigfoot sightings).

[knullanon]

What about yandere platonic Batfam and romantic yandere Damian Wayne with reader who spends time with this beautiful red bird, a phoenix and it can turn into a human? Reader doesn't know that, Damian and Batfam does and how do you think they'll react to reader spending time with a bird than them? Oh, and will they get jelly when the bird comforts her whenever she cries or feels sad and it just.... you know, like hugs her? Thank you :)

hello lovely anon!! I decided to make damian platonic in this one, sorry bout that. I couldn't figure out how to put him in there romantically, so instead just decided to do a normal platonic batfam one. here you go!

damian and bruce would totally just be like "we gotta get rid of this bitch" and then try as hard as possible to kill this mf.

you're just like "omg big bird is here :D damian look!!" while damian loads a shotgun like "oh fr?"

bruce on the other hand handles it much more calmly, asking the bird mf to introduce himself to the family instead of stalking his daughter. he kinda makes the guy feel bad for not revealing who he actually is

damian will also try that approach, and doesn't even apologize for trying to kill him. he makes the excuse "I thought you were gonna do something to my sister" and leaves it at that.

the rest of the batfam is the same shit just packaged differently. jason also makes a weirded out face when he learn thats you didn't know what he actually was.

dick is kinda weary around the guy, but tries to make small talk. unless he makes it obvious, dick isn't gonna go after him unless a), he either learns that fucking big bird is spending more time with his sister than him, or b), big bird makes it obvious that he wants to be romantically involved with you.

cass and the rest of the girls are just glaring at this bird bitch bc they don't know who he is!!! why has he been spending more time with you!!! what the fuck!!

timmy boy is doing background checks on the daily, trying to find if this bitch has a criminal record so he can present his evidence with the "bitch is fucked" argument to kick him out.

alfred is waiting with the glock honestly.

when they do reveal it to you, they make it seem like he has been hiding a bunch of other shit to make it seem like he is a liar. if it works then great, congrats! this dude is about to be hunted for sport!

he probably would still be hunted for sport even if you believed big bird but he would just have his time extended y'know what I mean

[cupofbrownsugar]

saw that post about abo vs bird mating rituals and it got me thinking. then my brain went, what about chaotic!horny jason who wants a mate that can kick his ass? et voila 

(also they’re not actual birds, they’re like, bird people, so wings and talons and tails and whatnot. they don’t have beaks so sharp teeth it is)

i’m working on a longer jalim fic so i figured I’d share this idea I had in the meantime! enjoy!

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“I’m gonna court that osprey, Nicky.”

The wind from the red-tailed hawk’s wings rustled the maple tree’s early leaves as he perched gleefully by his friend, grinning sharp teeth as he sat on a branch above him.

The golden eagle was perched below, running his fingers through his own wings, preening them idly as he asked, “Didn’t he step on your neck and threaten to rip your dick off if you trespassed in his territory again?”

“Hell yeah he did,” Jason replied, sounding enamoured. He flipped himself upside down on the branch, hanging down by his friend to show off a healing scratch along his jaw. “His talon gave me this lil’ love mark too.”

Nick looked at him, deadpan, as he tugged out an errant feather and let it fall the long way down to the forest floor. “He cut you.”

The hawk shrugged like it was nothing. “Well, his injured son was nearby, so it was my fault, really.”

“I agree with you on that,” the eagle replied easily as the hawk flipped back upright onto the branch above. “And he has a son, he must have a mate.”

“Nah, I’ve been watchin’.” Jason scratched the back of his neck with his taloned foot. “Ain’t nobody. And I’m gonna make my claim before someone else wises up and tries for it.” He ruffled his wings eagerly, grinning wide. “Can’t resist wantin’ to court a pretty lil’ thing like that.”

“Little?” The eagle asked, “Isn’t he bigger than you? And heavier?”

“Red-tailed hens are bigger too, I like a hearty mate.” Jason clenched his hands into the bark, talons digging in, testing the strength of his grip. “But I reckon we’re the same height, I’d bet my tail feathers on it.”

“His wingspan might be bigger too.”

“Yeah…” Jason sighed dreamily, tail flicking excitedly. “And just thinkin’ ‘bout those big pretty wings all spread out under me-”

“Alright, that’s all of this conversation that I needed.” Nick stood, shaking his head, stretching out his arms and wings. He sighed. “Sad that you’re gonna die horny though.”

“Don’t count me out, Nicky.” Jason sat up into a crouch, flexing his lengthy talons into the bark as he gave a sharp grin. “I ain’t never lost a catch.”

Nick huffed and raised an eyebrow. Admittedly, Jason was the best hunter he knew. “Are you trying to hunt him or fuck him?”

“Yes.”

Nick rolled his eyes. “You’re fuckin’ feral, you know that.”

Jason bared his sharp teeth again with a wide grin. “You say that like it’s a bad thang.”

Nick sighed and rolled his eyes, prepping to take off. “Well, if he kills you, I call dibs on your nest.”

“Don’t you got a bald eagle snoopin’ ‘round your territory?” Jason snarked with a smirk. “Mind your own fuckin’ nest, Nicky.”

Nick growled, baring his own sharp teeth. “He’s a fucking annoying bastard.” He dug his talons into the bark beneath him. “Keeps trying to grab my talons while flying, fuckin’ weird power move. How many times do I gotta throw him into a tree?”

“Hmmm,” Jason hummed, laying languidly across the branch he was on. “Maybe he’s tryin’ to court ya too. Lotta mating seasons ‘round this time of year.”

Nick snorted, tail twitching, agitated. “Not everyone’s horny on main like you, Jace.”

“Hey,” the hawk shrugged easily, “don’t knock it ‘til ya try it.” He twirled a taloned finger in the air languidly. “Take baldie for a spin.”

“Spin him right into a ditch,” Nick hissed, then bent down to take off. “Good luck. Don’t die.”

“Same to you!” Jason called back as the eagle leapt into the air, soaring off above the tree line. He watched his shrinking silhouette until he turned and saw another one raising high in the sky. 

Osprey wings. The hawk trilled excitedly as he sat up into a crouch, spreading his own wings as he readied himself to take off. He licked across his sharp teeth as his pupils narrowed to pinpricks. 

“Hunt’s on.”

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Bird images for reference below:

Osprey (Salim)

Red-tailed Hawk (Jason)

Golden Eagle (Nick)

Bald Eagle (Eric)

[writtenjewels]

Roommates part 6

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

Jason could hear music playing when he opened the door and he smiled. That meant Salim was home from work. They had a great time the other night watching movies and making their way through pizza. Jason had fallen asleep with a smile on his face that night and hadn't been disturbed by his usual bouts of insomnia.

Jason headed to his room to get out of his work clothes. When he was in more comfortable clothes he came out again and noted that the door to the bathroom was slightly ajar.

“You usin' up all the hot water again?” he teased. Salim emerged, and Jason's heart gave a funny skip in his chest. Salim dressed in business casual for work and around the apartment usually stuck with flannel or sweatshirts-- something comfortable. The dark green shirt and dark jeans he wore now looked too nice to just laze around the apartment but weren't really work-appropriate, either.

No, that sort of outfit was the kind one would put on when-- Jason's heart gave another less pleasant jerk and something cold and hard twisted in his stomach.

“You got a hot date or somethin'?” he asked and prayed to God his voice sounded normal.

“No.” Salim dropped his head shyly. “It's been so long since I've been out. I didn't know how I should dress.”

“You look good in flannel,” Jason told him. Then, realizing how that sounded, he quickly back-pedaled: “I mean, you can wear it to go out. That shirt's good too, but it's more of a clubbing outfit.” Fuck, he was rambling now. What was wrong with him?

“Clubbing,” Salim echoed. “I thought of that, but... maybe I'm too old.”

“Fuck that!” Jason argued. “Are you kidding? You ain't old at all; you're only forty! You can enjoy yourself at a club just like anyone else. And if anybody says somethin' nasty to you about it, I'll punch 'em in their fuckin' face!”

“Oh?” Salim's expression softened in amusement and fondness. “It sounds like you're inviting yourself to come along.”

“I didn't mean to.” But looking like that, you're going to get phone numbers in ten minutes. Jason should want that for his friend, shouldn't he? Salim was a great guy: funny, smart, kind, patient. He deserved to be happy. But the thought of Salim finding someone at the club made that cold and hard thing twist more painfully in Jason's gut.

“I don't mind, my friend,” Salim assured him. He pressed his lips together and fell into thought. After a moment he seemed to reach a decision. “Having you along might make me feel less like a sad old man.”

“I already told you: you ain't old,” Jason insisted. He glanced down at his current attire. “If I'm goin' out to a club, I'd better go change.”

“Why? Do you think you'll be going on a hot date?” The words were teasing but they made Jason stop in his tracks. He stared for a long time at his roommate and friend. The green of Salim's shirt complemented his skin tone and those jeans hugged his thighs just right. Jason hadn't looked but he had a feeling the ass was similarly accented.

“Nope,” Jason lied. “I don't think that at all.”

[swearingcactus]

Ajay and Jason: Co-Workers in Crime

there's this fic that had Ajay and Jason somehow ending up as co-workers, working as journalists specializing in reporting news in failed states after their respective games. and the op didn't continue the story but HOLY SHIT THE POTENTIAL YALL (op im sorry for yanking your idea and bastardizing it but ahhh!!) here's my very long Ideas of How That'll Work Further below

Jason chose the save his friends ending and Ajay left Kyrat after he fulfilled Ishwari’s wish (because really that’s all he came to Kyrat to do and after he learned about the truth maybe he just decided to go home instead of burn Kyrat further after handing it to the next dictator in line.)

Anyway Jason started off as a videographer but winds up as a reporter and Ajay’s a photographer that doubles in videography, and they’re the only ones who never say no to visiting any kind of war-fueled country cus it’s just another Tuesday for them, so they wind up as partners most of the time.

Bonus points if they didn’t really know each other’s background– like Jason thinks Ajay’s just a quiet nerd and Ajay thinks Jason’s a cynical douchebag until they wind up at the wrong place and the wrong time and has to fight their way out to safety and they’re like *spiderman pointing meme* at each other on how they’re both way too good at too many weapons.

“Do you know Liza Snow?”

“That woman who wrote that best-selling book about surviving Rook Island, cus her boyfriend went to a local cult leader lady who periodically drugged him and turned him into an insane warrior, and he managed to bust them out?”

“Yep. She’s my ex-girlfriend.”

“Oh ok–WAIT??”

vs

“When you said you’ve been to Kyrat and ‘handled’ the civil war.. You didn’t mean you wrote an article about them did you.”

“I mean I did write an article about Kyrat when I got back, so I wasn’t lying.”

Jason finally has someone who doesn’t force him to ‘talk it out’ because Ajay is super quiet but he just Gets It, Jason’s experiences are actually relatable. “I got tied to a rock and got thrown down a cliff into a lake by a maniac who I then tried to kill while I was tripping balls and he just didn’t die, I killed him and–” “... They just kept showing back up?” Ajay supplied cus he’s remembering Yuma and Jason’s like “YES, FUCK, YES, YOU GET IT!!”

Jason’s fucking insane and sad about it but Ajay’s used to insane people and is also sad about it so they kinda work well??

Them talking about their past and then Jason said “Well I got helped by a CIA dude called Willis Hunt–” *Ajay snaps a pen in half*

Ajay remembering the 'SoCal douchebag' line and putting two and two together and Jason couldn't sleep that night cus he has NEVER seen Ajay look at him like that before and Ajay just seething quietly while sharpening a knife the entire night.

DRINKING BUDDIESSS WITH FUCKED UP NEVER HAVE I EVER GAMES.

"Never have I ever… killed a civilian accidentally with a C4."

Ajay takes a shot in shame, "You've never done that?"

"I have but I did it on purpose."

"Jason what the fuck."

Then they start purposely trying to get the other drunk from the bits that they know.

"Never have I ever gotten my fingers cut off."

"Oh fuck you. Never have I ever been in a gladiator fight--"

"You definitely have--"

"NEVER HAVE I EVER--"

"You were in so many fights in that fucking island there's gotta be one that--"

"SHUT UP, NEVER HAVE I EVER BEEN IN A GLADIATOR FIGHT, NAKED."

"Oh fuck off-"

Them actually laughing at the other's experience which somehow helps them come to terms with their own. At least a bit.

"I bet I can fucking kill you." Jason says unprompted one day and he regrets saying that immediately because he hadn't meant to be that comfortable with Ajay to just say what he's currently thinking.

But Ajay didn't even flinch and continued picking photos out on his laptop like, "Go ahead and try, asshole."

and it's a huge relief for Jason to not have to pretend he doesn't go on bouts of extreme violence, and that even if he does Ajay could most likely handle himself.

Them having to camp out in a makeshift tent. Jason worrying about possibly attacking Ajay just out of reflex but instead it was Ajay, incredibly sleep deprived who mistook Jason for something else--pinning him down and trying to slit his throat.

If Jason wasn't such a light sleeper and with reflexes that jump before his brain does, he could've died and Ajay spent the next few days being even quieter and it’s kinda awkward between them but Jason Gets It and Ajay is appreciative about it and they get over it.

They both hate their boss and throw ideas at the wall on more and more creative ways to kill him.

Jason gets pulled as hostage once cus the terrorist think he’s just a random press guy and it goes like that incorrect quote:

Ajay: please don’t kill him

Terrorist: THAT DEPENDS ON WHETHER OR NOT YOU CAN DO AS I SAY

Ajay: i wasn’t talking to you

Just, JASON AND AJAY AS CO-WORKERS.

[batfam-slash]

WARNING: mentions of character death, death in childbirth

*****

Jason gets a text from Tim at two in the morning right when he’s in the middle of aiming a shot at someone he’s been tracking for weeks.

He’s tempted to ignore it but he knows what it’s probably about, and a quick check of his phone confirms it.

Dick is in labour, come when you can

Jason almost doesn’t go.

It’s not like he’s seen much of the family over the last few months, and it’s not as if anyone apart from Dick would really want him there. So Jason thinks it over for half an hour or so as he finishes off his job for the night, and he eventually talks himself into going, because Dick is his brother and is the only one who regularly acts like he gives a shit about Jason.

Jason speeds through the streets of Gotham on his motorbike, and the journey gives him time to think about what it might be like to have a little niece or nephew, and whether he’s supposed to get the kid a gift, or Bruce and Dick a gift-

By the time he arrives at the manor, it’s nearly four thirty.

The first sign that something is wrong is that it isn’t Alfred who answers the door.

It’s Damian.

And he’s crying.

“What the fuck?” Jason splutters, slightly taken aback. “What happened to you?”

“Shut up, Todd,” Damian growls, but his voice wobbles with a vulnerability Jason has never heard before. “You’re too late.”

Jason frowns. “The kid is here already? That was quick.”

Damian’s face crumples, as if he’d been using a last bout of energy to maintain some dignity, but he just can’t keep it up. The boy wordlessly turns and heads for the stairs, which Jason takes as his cue to follow.

For a second, Jason wonders if maybe something has happened to the baby. His heart sinks as he wonders if maybe the baby didn’t make it, and he wasn’t fucking there for it. He wasn’t there to comfort his family.

But as they make their way down the hallway towards the master bedroom, a baby’s cry fills the air, and Jason feels a sense of relief flood through him.

Maybe Damian is just upset that he missed the birth?

“Wow, the kid’s got a set of lungs,” Jason chuckles. “Boy or girl?”

“I don’t know,” Damian says, sounding almost like he’s in his own little world.

Damian leads Jason to the nursery, right next to the master bedroom, and he’s surprised to only find Tim in there, sitting in a rocking chair and holding a crying baby.

Tim’s eyes are red and wet.

“Hey, replacement,” Jason says, starting to feel wary again. “How come you’re in here on your own? Where’s everyone else?”

Tim looks up, sadness in his eyes as he holds the baby close. “Jay. You’re here.”

“I’m here,” Jason confirms. “What’s going on? Where’s Bruce and Dick?”

“They’re next door,” Tim says softly. “Jay…Dick didn’t make it. He died giving birth.”

It takes a moment for those words to sink in.

He died giving birth.

That can’t be right. Dick is one of the strongest people Jason knows. Physically and mentally. He wouldn’t die in childbirth.

“He asked for you, apparently,” Damian says bitterly. “In his final moments. He asked where you were. And if you’d come when we’d asked, you would have been here in time.”

Jason feels like he wants to throw up. If he hadn’t hesitated, if he’d just left when he was supposed to, he would have seen Dick alive.

“But you didn’t come,” Damian continues, his eyes dark. “And now you’re too late. My step-mother is dead and my father is grieving and you’re too late-“

“Dami,” Tim cuts in. “I’m sure Jason came as fast as he could. This isn’t anybody’s fault. We all need to be here for Bruce and for each other-“

The baby starts wailing again, and Tim rocks it gently, looking helpless.

Jason feels completely numb.

If he’d come when he was supposed to, he could have seen Dick one last time.

He could have told him he loved him.

[askamykruber]

Hiya! Since the puppets seem to enjoy Christmas and Thanksgiving, how do they feel when it comes to Halloween?

Hi this is Owen Gubberson, Sadly Amy cannot answer this particular question, and well the subject of asked is in fact quite delicate, so I chose to canc-

Owy, what are ya doing? I was getting some-

Shi- Hi Amy!

Owy, is that a guest asking a question?

Yes...

Oh, great! Wait-Were you 'bout to say you're cancellin' a question?

....

Owen, are you tryin' to cancel out a question?!

...

Owen....

....

Owen Joseph Gubberson Wells, I swear if you don't answer this instant-

IT'S ABOUT HALLOWEEN!

Halloween?

*Noises* DID YOU JUST SAY HALLOWEEN?! "

"LET ME ANSWER, I GOT SO MANY FACTS!"

"I MADE THE BEST PUMPKIN CARVINGS!"

"I HELPED ORGANIZE THE FIRST PARTY, AND I AM THE LEADER OF THE HANDEEMEN"

"I pranked my teachers on my first Halloween"

Scout, that was not nice, you know?

"I baked cookies :)"

NO! WE ARE NOT ANSWERING THIS!

"He's just bitter from that time my aunt got him to dress as a flower to match her bumblebee costume, @theworthlessdragon"

THAT IS NOT THE CASE, SARABETH!

"If that's so, Uncle Owen, then let your kids answer"

Beth's got a point, dear

NO! WE ARE NOT ANSWERING THIS

"Awww :("

"Why not, Father?"

"TYPICAL OF THE LAB RAT!"

"But Halloween is our excuse to go out without pretending to be inanimate objects!"

"C'mon, Gubberson! Where's your Halloween spirit?"

Halloween is over Scout! We DON'T have to answer this :)

"He. Is. Bitter."

Shut it Beth!

*Rolls eyes* Y'all fight in the back while I respond to this question!

Sorry about that, my dear. This has been a constant fight Owy and I have regarding lettin' the kids enjoy Halloween.

As far as you can see, the Handeemen are very enthusiastic about Halloween and the fact that they can go out and pretend to be a costume. They're also the whole "Hide the sugary stuff from Scouty" but let's get to the best and most positive aspects.

Like I said before, the Holidays were a way to help us grew closer with the puppets. Halloween was no exception.

We did have to clarify that umm using their former resources as decorations perhaps could not be the best idea.

Or legal, but that's a concept we're trying to teach them.

We often try to dress up the kids for Halloween using costumes we find for their size, or sometimes Mama helps me make them.

"We once got a family costume idea to go as characters from horror, classic, and Halloween movies Anthony and I dressed up as Jason from Friday the 13th and Carry. My aunt Amy even got dressed as Tiffany Valentine and got Uncle Owy to dress up as Chucky!"

It was certainly a fun memory, Beth.

Scout was not really onboard with the idea but we conviced them to go as Danny from Hocus Pocus.

"Riley went as Freddy Krueger"

Nick decided to go as the sad looking goth guy from that Tim Burton film. What was it again? He had scissors for hands.

What was the name again, Beth?

"Edward Scissorhands. He used rubber scissors"

Oh, right!

"Daisy decided to go as one of the witches from Hocus Pocus so Scout wouldn't feel left alone. I think we went as Winifred."

The Sock puppets and automatons were Zombies

"And Mortimer stole the show referencing the villain from that Alex Hitchcock movie: Rear Window"

Got a flashlight and everything.

But that was years later. Their first Halloween they just went as their normal selves and adores seeing every decoration. They asked us when the next Halloween was and agreed that perhaps we can get into an agreement to decorate the studio every Halloween.

Hope that answers your question!

-Amy

OCC/Phantom: I made a reference in one of Beth's dialogues. Hope y'all can catch it ;)