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wordsfromthesol · 4 years ago
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Summoning Ritual (1/3)
Author: @wordsfromthesol Taglist: @malfoys-demigod  @pricetagofficial​  @zphilophobiaz @queencommonsense Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader Summary: You try a summoning ritual, optimistically hoping to be reunited with your parents, but somehow end up in Gotham. At Wayne Manor. Doesn't this stuff only exist in comic books and television? Word Count: 1.0k
Part Two   Part Three
You had performed similar rituals countless times, what was the worst thing that could happen? The person you were attempting to summon could actually appear? Imagine being able to see your parents again. Tell them one more time that you loved them. You just wanted somewhere that felt like home. Was that too much to ask?
So here you were, scribing the various symbols into the room around you. From what you pieced together from various internet forums, the ritual was supposed to act as a homing beacon. If your parents were out there, surely they would get your message. You began the incantation:
Nwoym llacot ecalpa erised straehym emgnirb dnaraf dnaraen hcraes kcali tahwsi emoha.
Nwoym llacot ecalpa erised straehym emgnirb dnaraf dnaraen hcraes kcali tahwsi emoha.
Nwoym llacot ecalpa erised straehym emgnirb dnaraf dnaraen hcraes kcali tahwsi emoha.
An hour had passed and still you sat on the floor, waiting for something to happen. You knew it was a stretch, it always was, yet somehow you still had hope. Finally, you stood up and sighed. "Maybe it takes a few hours to work," you mumbled before stumbling off to bed.
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You woke up in an unfamiliar room as a strange sense washed over you. Though you couldn't place the emotion, this strange place felt right. Like you were meant to be there. Your eyes trailed around the room, looking for anything familiar. Wandering through the hallway, you still couldn't shake the feeling…then you saw it. The infamous grandfather clock. Were you dreaming? There's no way…You heard the click of the lock as you pushed the hands to 10:48. Before you made it down the stairs, everything went black.
You woke up, yet again, in an unfamiliar place. This time, however, your hand were bound together behind a chair. Moments after you awoke, you heard a voice -- though its owner was not present.
"How did you get in here?" The masculine voice didn't give you time to respond. "Who are you? Where did you come from?"
"Uhh --" your voice meekly broke through his line of questioning. "I used the clock…10:48. Y/N  Y/L/N. Upstairs." A man clad in red and black stepped out from the shadows. Before you could stop yourself, you shouted "Red Robin?!" Your hand flew over your mouth.
"So you do know of me…" He stalked over to the computer, punching in your name.
"This is a joke, right?" Your brain had finally caught up with the situation. "Some cosplay enthusiast? Sorry. I don't think I can be your Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, or Barbara Gordon. Can I go now?"
As you began mentioning the names, he quickly spun around. His eyes grew wide as he stuttered out in shock, "How do you know those names?" His timbre grew more erratic and angry, "Where did you hear them?!"
"Fr…from the comics! Just like yours!"
"Woah woah woah…" Nightwing rushed it, but stopped short as he noticed your presence. "Red Robin, what seems to be the problem?" He turned towards his brother.
"She just appeared. Walking down the damn stairs. And knows too many names. Cass, Steph, Babs…"
You noticed the fire grow behind Nightwing's gaze. Obviously Dick was with Barbara in this storyline…"Wait okay!" You screamed out. "I know all of your names. You're just characters! In a comic! In several comics!"
"You better keep explaining." Dick growled out.
"Richard John Grayson, aka Dick, aka Nightwing. You were the first Robin after your parents died at Haly's circus because Haly wouldn't pay protection money to Zucco. Timothy Jackson Drake, aka Red Robin. You were officially the third Robin. Though I suppose you did try to be the second…and Bruce adopted you after your parents died. Though I guess only your mom died and your dad was paralyzed. Anyways, you saved Bruce…sorry Batman…from going off the deep end after Jason died." The rambling had begun and you couldn't stop it. Surprisingly neither of the superheroes before you stopped it either. "So Jason Peter Todd was the second Robin. He tried to steal tires off the Batmobile…idiot. And the Joker killed him by luring him with tales of his mother. He came back in the Lazarus pit and became Red Hood. Then you have Damian Wayne, the current Robin. He's actually the son of Bruce and Talia al Ghul --"
"Enough! What right do you possess to speak my name?!" Damian was on top of you in the blink of an eye. You felt the cold metal of his katana against your neck.
"Damian…" Dick warned from the sidelines. He wasn't exactly sure who you were or how you knew this…but he couldn't let his little brother kill you. At least not yet.
"Uh guys…" Tim directed his brothers' attention to the computer monitor before leading them out of the room.
"So the new girl is Zatanna and Constantine's kid?" They all jumped at the sound of Jason's voice.
"Geez Jaybird. Warn a guy, will you." Dick shook his head as they all turned their attention to Tim.
"I don't think she knows. One of you needs to get in contact with them. How did none of us know she existed? And why does she know everything about us? We need answers and I don't think she has them." Tim ordered the directives and sauntered back towards you. "So, Y/N is it?"
Your wall finally broke, "Look I'm sorry. I'm not supposed to be here. I just wanted to see my parents again. I just…" your voice hitched, "I wanted to be home." Tim was not prepared for this sudden breakdown.
"We, uh, we'll figure it out. Let me --" He walked around and began untying you from the chair.
"Sorry." You mumbled while rubbing your newly freed wrists.
"Guess I should be the one apologizing. Knocking you out…tying you to a chair…" Tim attempted to occupy your mind with something else as his brothers searched for your birth parents.  
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mischiefandspirits · 4 years ago
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Colony of Gotham (1/7)
Special thanks to @starlightandsunshine​ for helping me with this <3
The Colony of Gotham is an urban legend that is whispered about in the dangerous city. It's said the Colony is a family of demons and spirits that stalk the night, hunting for the souls of the guilty.
When Bruce became Batman, he'd never intended to be mistaken for a demon. He was happy to lean into it, though, and as he gained his partners -- as his family grew -- they all followed suit.
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Bruce Wayne was born a vampire, one from the long-standing Kane family of vampires through his mother. This nature granted him a few abilities. He was more durable than a human and could heal faster. He was stronger and faster than a human and had better sight and hearing, though not to anywhere near the degree that some metas boasted. He could take on the form of an animal and could influence bats, corvids, canines, and felines to a certain extent. Finally, he would stop aging once he reached his thirties, a trait of those who were born or turned young instead of those like Alfred who were turned at an older age and therefore would always be that age.
However, when he set off on his path to becoming Batman, he swore to himself that he would not rely on any of this to fight the criminals that plagued Gotham. He would not be like those heroes past who relied on their powers, then were left defenseless when those abilities faltered or were ripped away. After all, only a vampire’s healing and longevity remained during the day and some spells and devices could similarly strip his nature away.
Batman stuck to his wits, tech, and martial arts training.
Even still, the criminals of Gotham could tell something was off about the Bat. Rumors flew about a demon haunting Gotham’s night, which Bruce leaned into. He hadn’t chosen a bat just because of the family significance. He wanted to strike fear. As such, he stuck to the shadows and allowed his fangs to bare. He used makeup to make himself appear paler and contortionist tricks to make his movements uncanny. He allowed Batman to become an urban legend that sent shivers down the spines of Gotham’s infamous.
When Barbara Gordon became Batgirl, she quickly realized his tricks were just that and leaned into them as well. She became a ghost following in the Bat’s footsteps. She disappeared into a mist made from special smoke pellets and spun across the ground and air in a weightless way that came from years of ballet and gymnastics training. She wore shadows like Batman’s, but violet and gold peeked through the darkness to make her stand apart.
Bruce initially didn’t want her in the field, but she eventually proved herself both competent and stubborn. In a bid to help protect her, he outfitted her with proper gear and let her in on the secret of his nature. She considered it, then a week later she asked him to turn her so she could always watch his back.
Then Dick Grayson was taken in by the billionaire and became the Bloody Robin. They called him a demon child, the son of the Bat who flew on bird’s wings. His cheerful laughs and giggles echoed and hissed eerily thanks to a voice filter. His clothes were bright colors, but were covered by the wing-like shadows that wrapped over his shoulders. Fake blood dripped from his hair and eyes and coated the tips of his gloves and cape. He chirped like a bird as he flipped and flew through the air. His mask made his eyes glow white and his body almost appeared boneless when he moved around on the ground thanks to the contortionist who’d babysat him at the circus.
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The three heard the tales when teams of heroes began to form, but they didn’t reach out. Gotham’s Colony was a myth, an urban legend. Those outside of Gotham had never heard of them and those within only spoke in whispers.
That was how the Colony preferred it.
Besides, the rest of the world wasn’t as dark as Gotham.
Their tricks and games worked fine in the shadow-filled gothic architecture that made up Gotham, the near-perpetual overcast days, and the deep darkness of Gotham’s nights, but cities like Jump, Metropolis, or Central were far brighter. They could do without, they’d proven that plenty of times against the bigger villains that were either too crazy or brave to fear the Bat, but why should they? The tricks and games had become a part of them over the years and discarding a piece of themselves just so they could work outside of Gotham with strangers felt wrong.
So the Colony stuck to their own.
On the job, at least.
Dick met Wally West at a two-week-long Jr. Forensics Summer Camp when they were eleven and thirteen respectively. Bruce had sent him to brush up on his skills while Wally’s mentor, Barry Allen, thought it would be good training. Neither boy knew about each other's secret lives, but became close friends all the same and kept in contact when they returned home. Dick didn’t reveal it to Wally when he discovered the other boy was Kid Flash, but kept a close eye on Central City just in case.
A similar situation happened two years later when the Colony discovered Green Arrow’s latest protégé, a girl named Artemis Crock, lived in Gotham and had been helped into Gotham Academy by the other billionaire. Dick decided to keep an eye on her, but his pseudo-stalking quickly turned into a genuine friendship.
He may have taken a bit too much joy in introducing Wally and Artemis to one another. Wally got back at him a few years later by introducing him to the model Kory Anders, the secret identity of his celebrity crush Starfire. Dick had to admit to having a crush on Kory as well to explain his nerves.
It turned out to be a net gain in the end, though, since he came out of it with her phone number.
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As time passed, Dick started to get too old to be the demon child. He decided to create a new story for himself. One that would let him step out from under the shadow of the bat, using a name from an alien myth in Bruce’s files that he’d loved reading growing up. He and Bruce argued, and Dick spent some time sleeping on Barbara’s couch, but with nowhere to run they were forced to come to a compromise. There was still tension, but it was smoothed over with time and a bite.
Nightwing was a nocturnal bird that had taken human shape after being taken in by Batgirl’s elegance. It chased after and raced the ghost, nothing but shadows and a blue streak flying through the air. Those who got close enough to see his face would say that his skin was like porcelain while black wings covered his eyes completely and his lips were painted with darkness.
Nightwing wasn’t the only change to the Colony, though, because as Dick was finishing up his designs for the story, a little boy was stealing the tires off the Batmobile.
Dick was furious when the kid climbed out of the car into the cave, thinking Bruce had brought the kid in as a new Robin without even consulting him, but anger’s quickly replaced by confusion.
Because Batman wasn’t with the kid.
Jason Todd had gotten grabbed by the Bat after having already nicked three tires off the batmobile. Batman caught him before he could run then replaced the tires. He’d made a mistake in leaving the boy in the car when he went to call for someone to pick him up, however. Jason, who some might generously call impulsive, proceeded to use the opportunity presented to him to hotwire the vehicle and take it for a joyride that ended when he accidentally had the autopilot bring him to the cave. 
Dick was immediately taken with the small spitfire’s story, as well as his stubbornness and intellect. Meanwhile, Jason was amused by the fact that Gotham’s demon was, in his eyes, nothing more than a spectacular conman and wanted in. They teamed up to force Bruce to adopt the younger boy through underhanded -- and perhaps slightly illegal -- tactics.
As Dick started using his new story more and Robin less, Jason got his own turn under Batman’s cape.
People started to say Robin was more vicious. He’d climb walls, the claws on his feet and hands easily cutting into brick and metal. He’d give a fang-filled smirk as he hung from the ceiling like he’d forgotten he was a bird instead of a bat, only to drop down on unsuspecting shoulders. If he wasn’t clawing at opponents, he was beating them with his fists.
As one of his first acts as Robin, Jason saved a young boy who had been kidnapped for ransom. The kid had acted out of it during the rescue, but Jason put it down to trauma. He’d had no reason to realize the young detective-to-be had noticed the edge of Jason’s fake fangs through the shadows and fake blood. No one could have predicted the rabbit hole young Tim Drake had just fallen down nor that it would lead him to massive discoveries in the near future.
When Jason discovered Catherine Todd wasn’t his birth mother, he considered going alone to look for the mystery woman who’d given birth to him. He and Bruce had just had a fight about his temper that had left him benched and he wanted to prove himself, but something Dick had told him months before echoed in his mind.
“No matter how much we argue, we’re always going to be there for each other. Us birds and bats, we’re a family. We have to stick together.”
In the end, he asked Dick and Barbara for help. It was something he was thankful for when his mother sold him out to the Joker. At least he could hold out against the torment with the knowledge his true family would soon come for him.
When Batgirl and Nightwing arrived, Joker fled. Barbara got Jason out while Dick, after seeing the state of his brother, tracked down the clown. Bruce got to him just in time to stop him from beating Joker to death, but when he saw Jason’s condition he couldn’t bring himself to scold his elder son for his loss of control.
Jason was barely hanging on and Bruce, knowing there was no other choice, turned him.
The boy lived, but his injuries were too severe and he fell into a coma.
Three weeks later, Bruce and Dick came into Bruce’s study to find Tim Drake waiting for them. Both were a little more focused on “My parents are never home” than “so I’m in a perfect position to cover for Jason as Robin while he’s sleeping,” to Tim’s confusion, but he ended up in the suit all the same.
The whispers that had come after Joker’s latest incarceration had him crowing about clipping bird wings tapered off as Robin sightings flared up throughout the city. People saw him flying next to the Bat and they heard him tap-tap-tapping his claws. He tapped them against the walls as he hunted through warehouses and against the floors as he crouched in front of technology that seemed to unlock under his gaze thanks to the computer that’d been built into his gloves, the interface of which could only be seen through the lenses in the Colony’s masks and cowls.
Tim didn’t really know how to feel about being adopted by Bruce, aside from the guilt he knew was mixed in there somewhere. It felt wrong to be slipping into the family like that while Jason was right there and Dick had to talk him down when the anxiety attack eventually hit.
Tim was Tim. He wasn’t Jason and they didn’t want him to be Jason.
Dick understood though. He explained how Dick and Jason had both had similar feelings regarding Barbara and Dick respectively, though Dick could admit he’d gotten off easier all things considered. He told Tim that the Colony was a family, and adoption or not, Tim was a part of that now. Jason wasn’t going anywhere and neither was Tim.
When Jason woke, Dick had a similar conversation with him after Jay saw a news broadcast about Tim while waiting for the others to arrive. It soothed him some, and Tim soothed him more when he assured Jason he wasn’t taking Robin from him.
“There can’t be two Robins.”
“Why can’t there?”
As Jason went through physical training to get back in shape, the two worked together to develop a strategy for acting as Robin together. One part of this was Trillic.
Tim, with help from Dick and Jason, invented a secret language made up of chirps, whistles, and clicks. It started as a way for the Robins to communicate with each other without giving away there was more than one, but over time the rest of the Colony picked it up and the vocabulary expanded until it became the family’s own personal language that they’d use whenever they didn’t feel like using words.
A few days after Jason was released from the hospital, Dick found Jason down in the cave and grew worried his little brother was pushing himself too soon after his accident. Then he saw the young woman on the screen. She looked a year or two older than Jason with long red hair, olive skin, and bright green eyes.
They’d met in Ethiopia, Jason told him, while saving a woman from some men. Jason had wanted to try to track her down now that he was awake. He’d succeeded, but it turned out she was an Amazonian hero.
Combined with the fact her name was Artemis, Dick couldn’t help but laugh and make a joke about Jason following in his footsteps. Jason smacked him and told him she was really more of an anti-hero so it wasn’t the same as Dick making friends with Kid Flash and Tigress, but Dick ignored him.
Jason did end up contacting her, and even got her to take a visit to Gotham. Dick took the opportunity to introduce her to Wally and his own Artemis, who Wally began to refer to as Stripes to not get confused. When questioned, he claimed it was because of some outfit of hers that stuck in his mind. Dick and Jason, knowing it was actually based on her identity as Tigress, nodded along and picked up using the name, to her annoyance.
Surprisingly, the two women didn’t get along despite their similar attitudes. This led to them taking great offense whenever people couldn’t tell which Artemis was being talked about, something only Jason, Dick, and Alfred never managed to do.
While the teens were laughing over this, whispers were going around about how the Bloody Robin seemed to be everywhere. If you fled from a room you knew he was in, you’d find him standing right in front of you in the new room. There was no escape. And he trilled more than ever, though his voice almost seemed to echo back at him as if he was having a conversation.
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Not long after the Justice League had formed, Barbara had hacked into their security system and planted a little bug she named Mockingbird. It was designed to alert her whenever someone mentioned the Colony’s civilian or vigilante identities and copy any footage during the time. More often than not all it gave her was Wally and Bow-Artemis (as most of the family thought of her, to contrast with Axe-Artemis) discussing Dick. Every so often though, there’d be someone pining after Dick or Bruce, which could be good for a laugh depending on who it was.
On a day not long after the Robins had been set loose together, Mockingbird gave her something that was sort of new, yet at the same time not.
The video started with Wally discussing some prank he and Dick had pulled on Bruce and slowly devolved into him just bragging about how awesome Dick was. Suddenly he froze, staring off into the air.
Artemis took one look at him and asked, “Did you finally realize you’ve got a crush on your best friend?”
He immediately went to reassure his girlfriend, but she said got it and even shared his feelings.
Barbara settled in to watch the show.
Unfortunately, it took longer than she’d anticipated for Dick to catch on that the two actually wanted to date him and not just spend more time with him. He was usually pretty good at picking up on people’s feelings, yet Artemis ended up having to pull him into her lap during a movie night and kiss him flat on the lips before it sunk in.
When Barbara approached him about it, he pouted over her spying. Then he admitted that he’d known for years they all had feelings for each other, he just hadn’t wanted to risk getting in the middle of the two’s relationship since they seemed so happy together. When he’d realized how they’d started flirting with him, he’d been worried they were just after a quick thing and he couldn’t do that to himself. So he’d put on his media mask of naive ditz Dickie who wouldn’t recognize flirting if it hit him in the face.
Thankfully the two had reassured him and after talking it through, the three settled happily into their throuple.
To congratulate his brother, Jason gave him a solid week before making jokes about Dick following in Bruce’s footsteps by dating someone with a feline-themed suit.
The next hurdle was deciding how to deal with the media. Dick was Richard “Dickie” Grayson, eldest son of Bruce Wayne. The media loved to go on about him. Pretty much every second of his relationship with Kory had been recorded by the press. Neither of them had minded. He was still a performer at heart, always would be, and she was a warrior princess who had been in the spotlight all her life.
But Dick knew Wally and Artemis weren’t Kory so he talked to them about how they wanted to handle things.
In the end, they agreed only friends and family would know about Artemis, but Wally and Dick would go public. They all had practice keeping much bigger secrets so it wasn’t hard on Artemis to hide their relationship. Meanwhile, Wally didn’t mind playing around for the cameras. Plus, he knew how people treated Dick when they thought he was single and a small possessive part of him didn’t want them trying anything, even if he knew Dick would never cheat.
Things didn’t actually turn out too bad. Of course, there were always the conservatives that came around when Dick got a boyfriend, but they never stuck around long. Bruce had made his support of Dick’s sexuality very clear from the beginning and no one wanted to risk really ticking someone as rich and connected as him off by attacking his son like that.
The real problem came when their agreement to tell their families accidentally didn’t reach everyone.
Dick had been alone at the manor when it happened.
Bruce had gone on a weekend business trip, bringing Tim with him. Alfred was on a trip to England. Jason had taken the opportunity to spend the weekend hopefully not blowing things up with Artemis Grace, who had ended up getting a small flat in Gotham to act as her home base so she could visit with Jason and Dick during the rare occasions she wasn’t running across the world causing trouble with the Outlaws. Dick had been planning to spend the weekend with his partners at Stripe’s apartment, but they’d both been caught up by something (Dick assumed a mission had unexpectedly run long) so he had the night to himself.
He was watching a movie in the theater room when he felt a shift in the air. He immediately dropped to the floor, barely avoiding the sai that had been coming for his throat. Then he was over the back of the couch and engaging the assassin. He quickly realized she was with the League of Assassins as he recognized moves Bruce had picked up from them. She was good, too, but she had clearly come to the fight unprepared to face a Gotham myth. He didn’t take too many hits before pinning her and binding her hands and feet with the obijime from her dress. He then disarmed her of all her hidden weapons just in case.
When he questioned her, she declared that she was Artemis’s sister and had come to avenge her honor after Wally had betrayed her for Dick. She was not going to sit back and let the fool cheat on or dump her sister for the likes of a man she had believed was nothing more than an airheaded socialite.
Then, with narrowed eyes, she added that she had clearly been mistaken as not many airheaded socialites had been trained by assassins. Nor did they use moves only known by those trained by Ra’s al Ghul.
Dick ignored that and explained the trio’s situation as he untied her, having recognized her as Cheshire aka Jade Nguyen aka his girlfriend’s -- apparently protective -- assassin sister.
He took pride in the fact that he was dating someone who was only related to criminals instead of actually dating a criminal, unlike a certain father of his.
She thankfully believed him, though she did warn that should he be lying or should he hurt Artemis, she wouldn’t underestimate him a second time. She made a few more thinly veiled digs at his assassin-based fighting style as he showed her out that he cleanly sidestepped with comments about self-defense training. They both knew she didn’t believe a word of it, but she left it alone as she slipped away into the night.
So long as her sister remained unharmed, she had no desire to get involved in whatever was going on between the Wayne’s and al Ghul’s.
Before she left Gotham, though, she met Artemis and Wally on their way in and informed her sister that she approved of her new boyfriend. Both to be sure Dick was telling the truth and to mess with the speedster. The two predictably freaked out and she used their panic to slip away.
Dick answered Artemis’s call with, “Oh hey, Stripes! Your sister came by earlier to give me the shovel talk over tea. It was pretty gory, but I think the one Jason gave Wally was still probably worse so I’m not going to complain. Are we still on for tomorrow?” to their relief.
Artemis had not wanted to try to explain her assassin sister to her civilian boyfriend.
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I decided to use Stephanie's Batgirl suit for Babs because most of Babs' suits are either bright or look just like Batman's. Steph will get other suits of hers when she appears.
The Robin suit looks just like Dick's from The Batman (2004), just bloodier.
Nightwing's suit looks like the typical V one, just with the eyes of the mask being blacked out. Also, black lipstick because yes.
Vampires’ animal forms:
Bruce: Gray bat
Alfred: Common raven
Selina: Oriental shorthair cat
Barbara: Little red flying fox
Dick: Black-billed magpie
Jason: Malayan flying fox
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avengerdragoness · 8 years ago
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A Fallen Goddess - Part 2
A/N: Part 2! Thank you to the support on part 1, it boosts my confidence when it comes to posting. Again, sorry for any mistakes or mistypes. Any feedback for improvement is also great! I hope part 2 is enjoyed, thanks for reading! (Also Jason’s backstory I based off of the “Under the Red Hood” story-line)
Jason Todd x Fem!Reader
[F/n] - First Name [L/n] -  Last Name [h/c] - hair color [h/l] - hair length [e/c] - eye color
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They were kind. Batman and the others. After the encounter they brought you back to the batcave. Taking x-rays for any implanted trackers and disabling them. They told you their identities to help your trust, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne. You were grateful for their honesty with you, but you still decided to keep quiet.
They brought you up to the manor where you met Alfred. He gave you a room and some clothes. The room was something you hadn’t seen in a long time. While with Black Mask you slept in a locked isolated room, on a cold metal cot. This room was warm and homelike, it had the biggest bed you’d ever seen.
That room became your burrow, you didn’t leave it for the 3 days you had been there. Not eating or sleeping, something you had come to know throughout your abduction. Each came to try and get you to open up about what happened but you’d just stay silent. Visiting once or twice a day. Though Jason visited you multiple times, he would try and get you to open up about the abduction, but was also willing to just sit with you in a comfortable silence.
That’s what he was doing now. You sat looking out the window, knees pulled to your chest. He was leaning against the wall next to you trying to figure out what you were looking at.
Looking over to you he took in your features. Stunning [e/c] eyes and shining [h/l] [h/c] hair. He would be lying if he said he didn’t find you attractive. Though it was not only your looks that attracted him, it was your past as well. He couldn’t help but see similarities.
“What happened?” He asked calmly, you met his blue eyes giving him a look that said ‘I don’t want to talk about it.’ You turned your head back to the window, out of the corner of your eye you saw him shift his stance and come beside you.
He sat down next to you and began speaking, “You know I wasn’t always ‘the Red Hood,’ I was Robin once. I took Dick’s place after he became Nightwing, Bruce caught me trying to steal the tires off the batmobile” he said chuckling. You looked over interested in what he had to say. “Bruce took me in, pulled me off the street. He trained me, taught me what he knew. I trusted him with my life, I was proud to be Robin.” he said smiling and watching as birds flew by the window.
“Was? Why did you stop?” You asked flinching at the sound of your own voice. It was still rough but it was beginning to sound normal.
He looked at you surprised that you actually spoke, the corners of his mouth tugging up slightly. He went on to explain his death at the hands of the Joker, then his revival in the Lazarus Pit, his time as the kingpin in Gotham and his going after Black Mask. About the people he killed and how sometimes he still does kill but only when he feels it fit. He finished with explaining how he was able to reconnect with his family.
During his entire story you could hear the pain in his voice no matter how hard he tried to hide it. When your own voice shakes with the same pain, you can always hear it. He looked up at you and saw you watching him. “Why’d you tell me that?” you asked confused.
He shrugged, saying “I feel I can trust you with it”
You turned back to the window as he did the same. Bringing your knees down and taking a deep breath before starting, “They got me on my walk home from school” he looked at you cautiously. “Held a rag over my mouth until I passed out. I woke up in a dark room, my ankle chained to a bed. They performed multiple experiments on me until my powers showed them self. When they did, that’s when they began to break me. Beatings, starvation, sleep deprivation, everything. I tried to escape multiple times and was almost successful on my last try. But… I climbed onto the wrong roof and got myself cornered. After that, they upped the torture until I was nothing but a shell of a human being.” You explained as you stared into your lap.
You looked over to see him listening intently, “Then I was sold to Black Mask, becoming his biggest gun. I don’t know how many people I killed for him. I never left his side unless he was sending me out. He made me do terrible things, but I never stopped him. I could have stopped him but I didn’t.” You said before placing your face in your hands in frustration.
You heard Jason shift next to you and he pulled your hands away. He was now sitting in front of you, holding your hands in his. “It isn’t your fault, he made you do those things and if you didn’t obey he could’ve killed you.” Jason reassured keeping his eyes locked with yours. Their was something about his eyes that just made you feel safe.
He stood up bringing you with him. “I want to show you something” he said pulling you by the hand.
He brought you down to the empty cave. You followed him observing your surroundings. He stopped in front of a display case, coming up next to him you stopped in your tracks.
He looked over at you staring at the display case with his old Robin suit in it. “I look at this as a reminder to who I was. I’m not that person anymore, not by a long shot but a person’s past is important no matter how damaging.” He said and you looked at him.
“The suit that you wore before, it could be your reminder.” he said glancing over to you. “I wanted to ask you something” he began with a small smile on his face.
“What is it?” You asked, getting used to hearing your own voice again. Jason noticed it wasn’t rough anymore, it was soft and silvery.
“Would you like to use your powers to help people?” he asked cautiously, not wanting to make you uncomfortable in anyway. You looked at him a surprised expression on your face, before rapidly diverting your eyes to the floor.
“We have been investigating and we’re going after Black Mask tonight. The others and I wanted to know if you would be the one to take him down?” he asked as you were staring down at your feet. “I don’t know, what if he gets a hold of me again?” You asked worry laced in your voice.
He placed a hand on your shoulder and tilted your chin up. “I won’t let that happen” he whispered staring into your eyes.
Before you could stop yourself, you had wrapped your arms around him and pulled him into a hug. After the initial shock his figure relaxed and he wrapped his arms around your back.
“Thank you” You whispered against his shoulder. He simply nodded his arms around you tightening. It had been so long since you had any sort of humanly contact like this, it had become foreign to you.
You pulled back muttering a ‘sorry’ for the surprise hug. “Don’t worry about it” he waved it off. Jason in fact quite enjoyed it. “So was that a yes?” He asked smiling, you smiled a light chuckle escaping your throat before nodding.
He smiled before nodding as well, “Then I have something else to show you” he said walking over to a metal cabinet. “Bruce had this made incase you agreed” he said setting down a box. You opened it slowly until it’s contents were visible. You looked up at him in shock before back down at the contents.
You admired the new suit folded in the box, hastily pulling it out and laying it across the table. It was black with white accents. It had a shirt and jacket with no sleeves but long gloves. It connected to a hood. There were two belts one for your waist and another that had pouches that went on your thigh. Black boots with the same white accents. And finally a full face mask, except the eyes which had white outlines around them. It had a white design that had a circle in the center and then lines flowing off of it. Like a moon and it’s rays.
You were speechless as you admired the material and markings.
“Like it?” Jason asked coming beside you and looking at it over your shoulder. You nodded not taking your eyes off the suit. “Now all you need is a name” he looked at the side of your face.
“Goddess” you stated simply. That surprised him, “Are you sure?” he asked brow furrowed. You looked at him, “As my reminder” you smiled, his face relaxed at your reasoning.
“Okay… Goddess” he answered a smile tugging at his lips.
Bruce and the others stood in the cave waiting to go after Black Mask. Jason had told them you agreed to joining them and had accepted the hero gig.
You stood in a separate room off of the main area of the cave. You had your suit on and were staring at the mask in your hands. Looking at you reflection in a mirror, you saw that you were like Jason. When you looked in the mirror you saw a different person from before everything that happened to you.
You weren’t the 12 year old [F/n] that was kidnapped by Strange and you weren’t Black Masks personal assassin. Not anymore. You were someone new, and you were ready to start your new chapter.
You pulled the mask on and then the hood over your head.
Looking your reflection one last time before walking out the door. Leaving both of who you were behind you. Stepping out that door you were someone different… Something different.
Upon rounding the corner the 5 looked at you. “Ready?” Bruce asked and you looked at him.
“Ready”
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