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farawayfiction · 1 year ago

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Spooked

A sharp, stuttering intake of breath brought all movement in the kitchen to an instant stop. The knife fell and clattered on the cutting board next to a pile of diced potatoes. A half second later, Alfred was standing at the sink, the water running, one hand applying pressure to the other. It took that same amount of time for the remaining occupants of the room to process, overcome their momentary shock, and come back to life.

Bruce’s hands immediately found Alfred’s under the running water, his gaze intent upon the older gentleman’s pinched face. Four voices started talking all at once, overlapping each other, each concerned in their own unique way.

“Al, are you-“

“What can we-“

“The hell happened-“

“Pennyworth-“

They went in circles, cool heads and sound decisions forgotten amid their worry. They pressed for answers, verbally encroaching.

Alfred inhaled deeply, centered himself against the onslaught, and forced his shoulders to drop. His heartbeat pulsed insistently in his carved-up thumb. The pressure echoed in his ears. He opened his eyes and glanced up at Bruce, a wordless request passing between them.

“Boys. Give us a minute, please.” The gentle request was neither loud nor insistent, offsetting the urgency that had whipped itself into a frenzy. It cut through the wall of comments and inquiries and brought their runaway reactions back to sensibility.

Dick put a hand on Damian’s shoulder. “We’ll go set the table.”

Damian shot his older brother a scathing glare before taking one last look at his father and Alfred.

“I’ll get the first aid kit,” Tim announced.

“I got brunch covered.” Jason reached for the bloody knife and set it aside to wash later. He grabbed a new knife out of the block, transferred the uncontaminated food to a new cutting board, and continued like nothing had happened.

Once the children had left the room or put themselves to task, Bruce returned his attention to Alfred. “Let’s have a look.”

“Bloody careless,” he muttered under his breath, more irritated at himself than in pain. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cut himself while preparing a meal. Years had passed. Perhaps a decade.

“Accidents happen.”

The reminder earned Bruce a glare that nearly rivaled Damian’s. The thought that his youngest had likely learned it from both of them made him affectionately smile.

“Let’s see,” he tried again, flipping off the water.

Tim reappeared at his elbow, first aid kit in hand. He placed it down on the counter within reach, glancing down at the blood dripping in the sink. A pained sound formed at the base of his throat before he hesitantly retreated.

Alfred stopped squeezing the tip of his thumb and raised it for inspection. The moment the pressure was gone, the bleeding intensified. Along with it came a new level of miserable throbbing.

Bruce evaluated the depth, the cut running wide and parallel to the nail. “Would benefit from a couple stitches.”

“Ridiculous. The strips will be more than sufficient.”

Jason snorted in the background, his dicing motions smooth and steady.

“Jay-“

“Nothing. Didn’t say a word. Ignore me. I’m not here.”

Bruce looked Alfred in the eye, saw the headache forming from the adrenaline crash and the pain, the unspoken desire for the whole encounter to be over and done. “Are you sure?”

He went back to squeezing the two edges of the wound shut. “Master Bruce-“

“Usually it’s you stitching me up.”

It was just the right amount of irony said with the perfect amount of levity. “Quite,” he retorted, returning to his senses with a resigned sigh. He took another look for himself, sliding into a more clinical frame of mind. If this were Bruce’s flesh or one of the boys, his opinion would certainly match. Never accept a half measure when there is time to address the issue properly. “Forgive a foolish old man.”

His son’s expression softened. “Nothing to forgive.”

Tim slid a suture kid in on top of the first aid kit, anticipating the need before it was requested. Then like a shadow, the teenager was gone again.

With a degree of detached professionalism, Bruce set to work right then and there. He scrubbed and donned fresh gloves, unfolded a sterile pad on the kitchen countertop, and stripped open the packages sealed in plastic. Once he had what he needed all laid out, Alfred rested his hand palm up in the middle of the staged area. As he waited for the finger to numb, he groused about the uncleanliness of performing impromptu surgery on a surface usually reserved for food.

Alfred kept his kitchen meticulously clean and they both knew it. “I’ll wipe it down with bleach when we’re done.”

The promise seemed to mollify the butler.

He prodded gently at the base of Alfred’s thumb. “Another minute?”

It no longer felt like the tip of his finger was the size of a football and the top of his head about to blow. The pressure applied to the uninjured portion hardly registered. “This should be adequate.”

“Let’s wait.” There was no misjudging the statement as suggestion. If another moment meant the difference between ‘adequate’ and completely deadened, Bruce would fight for that lapse of time.

His patient accepted the decision without demur. Soon enough, the work began beneath his watchful eye, the bleeding tapering off. Unexpectedly, his vision tilted and a profuse sweat broke out on his skin. “Oh.”

Bruce glanced up in alarm. “Jason!”

It took only a second for his son to register Alfred’s suddenly sheet white complexion. He ditched his self-appointed task and grabbed the nearest chair. Using his foot to finish dragging it into place, he slipped both hands under Alfred’s shoulders and guided him down. Then he threw open the freezer door and found an ice pack. Ripping the hand towel off its hook, he wrapped it haphazardly and settled it on the back of his grandfather’s neck. He stationed himself to the right, stabilizing Alfred between his own body and the kitchen counter, using a hand to keep the ice pack in position. Both he and Bruce waited with bated breath.

Color crept back and the faint feeling lessened. Alfred swallowed the lump in his throat and took a measured breath, willing his vision to cooperate. He reached up with his uninjured hand and took control of the ice pack, shifting it to a new position. Jason squeezed his shoulder, relieved they weren’t picking him up off the floor, and went in search of orange juice.

Bruce was completely still, watching Alfred with an intense gaze. He’d paused all work on the thumb and was holding it steady, his own gloved hands spotted with his surrogate father’s blood.

“That was… unpleasant,” Alfred muttered. A straw appeared in his periphery. Obediently, he took a sip. Then another. Between the ice and the sugar, it wasn’t long before his condition improved significantly. He took in Bruce’s expression and registered the tightly controlled anxiety.

“It’s been a rather eventful morning. I think perhaps I’ll take the rest of the day off.”

Jason huffed in amusement.

Bruce’s shoulders relaxed. The rest of his body incrementally followed. Soon after, he tied the last stitch, cleared away the excess blood, and made short work of the bandaging. He watched as Alfred raised the wounded digit to his chest, resting it above the level of his heart. The local was beginning to wear off. “Jay, could you get him some Tylenol?”

“Sure thing.”

“And then check with your brothers. Talk amongst yourselves and decide what you want for lunch. Order something and have it delivered.”

Jason was taken aback. “I can-“

“I know you can. I know. Just- Please.” His voice sounded tired. Spent. He clearly didn’t want a fight. He dropped the needle in the middle of the used suture kit and stripped off his gloves, tossing them on top of the pile. Then he folded the decimated protective pad over the whole lot and ferried the bundle to the trash can.

Alfred remained silent.

Jason realized the request had very little to do with the food. Bypassing the first aid kit, he retrieved two tablets from the bottle kept over the stove and handed them off.

“Thank you, my boy.”

“I’ll be back in 15 minutes,” he informed them both, his defiant tone daring them to argue.

Bruce nodded wearily. Alfred offered no objection. Jason departed to do as he was told. Once he was gone, Bruce turned to wash his hands one final time, buying himself a moment to process.

“The counter can wait. Pull over another chair and sit down.”

He retrieved a fresh towel from the drawer, dried off, and deposited the replacement on the vacated hook. Across from Alfred he placed the second chair but instead of seating himself, he elevated the older man’s legs and crouched down beside him.

“I daresay I spooked you.” He was starting to sound more and more like himself, a brightness returning to his eyes.

Bruce leaned his forehead against Alfred’s upper arm and breathed out. “Let’s never do that again.”

“Agreed.”

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(a/n: This was a double prompt fill: Bruce Wayne Week 2023 – Dr. Wayne and Batober #3 – Spooked.)

#brucewayneweek2023 #batober 2023 #Bruce Wayne #Alfred Pennyworth #Jason Todd #Prompt Fill

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goldandbluesmiles · 5 years ago

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Nickname Game

Summary: Bruce wakes up with a drug in his system and shenanigans ensue.

Ao3

XXX

Jason was about to have lunch when his phone buzzed. He was going to ignore it until he saw who was calling him.

"Oracle," he said after picking up the phone, "Why're you ringing me during daylight?"

"Bruce has been kidnapped,"

A beat of silence.

"What?"

"Bruce-"

"Yeah. Yeah. I heard you," said Jason, "From where?"

"Lunch break," said Barbara, "Only a few witnesses and they've been kept quiet,"

"Okay," said Jason, already switching the call to Bluetooth and grabbing his keys, "What's the plan?"

"All the other Robins are out of town. You're with Cassandra on this one,"

"Okay," said Jason hopping on his cycle

"Jason?" said Barbara

"Yeah,"

"Good Luck," she said, "And be careful,"

xxx

There was no ransom demand. The kidnapping was done by a disgruntled former employee that Bruce and Tim had personally seen the termination of. Jason didn't need to know why it had happened. Neither Bruce or Tim was in the habit of firing people for no good reason. There had probably been something fishy going on.

He was more worried about how long it was taking them to find the man. Cassandra's taut muscles showed him she was worried too.

He's batman. He's fine.

It didn't help.

They did find him thirty-seven hours after the kidnapping. He was chained to the warehouse ground, covered in cuts and bruises. There were needle marks on him showing that something had been given to him.

He was unconscious, resembling a dead man more than an alive one.

It took all his will power and Cassandra's firm hand on his shoulder to keep from beating the perp to a pulp.

"Take him home," said Cassandra

Jason took a deep breath and steadied himself. She was right because of course, she was. The only bat with at least some common sense.

"Okay," said Jason, "Okay,"

xxx

The good thing about keeping the kidnapping out of the media was that they were able to bring Bruce home without raising too many questions. He was instantly taken to the med bay where Leslie did her tests as the various children of the manor slowly trickled in.

"He's stable," said Leslie, "From what I can tell he's on some cocktail of sedatives and pain mediation. I'm not sure what they were trying to do but it's nothing overly harmful. He'll probably just be a little loopy when he wakes up. If he's not up for another 48 hours, we should probably do some more tests,"

Jason can hear Tim and Alfred asking more questions but all he can do is stare at the nearly lifeless body was his da-former mentor.

"You did good," said Dick, gently squeezing his shoulder.

Jason tried to nod, tried to give any reaction. It didn't work.

He wondered how long it would take- how long it would take for this oily dark feeling in his stomach to go away this time around and if he would ever stop feeling it every time he saw the older man laid up in bed.

He wondered if he even wanted to stop feeling it.

xxx

When Bruce started to stir awake thirty-two hours after the rescue, Jason was the only one awake, the rest of the bats having dozed off at different spots around the cave.

"Hunghhhh," said Bruce as he stirred awake

"Hey," murmured Jason gently touching the man's shoulder, "You with us, B?"

Bruce blinked slowly, looking as if he was having a hard time focusing. Jason gave him a few minutes to adjust. Once he stopped blinking, he noticed that bruce was looking at him with an odd tilt to his head and a confused look in his eyes.

He frowned. Maybe the injections had some side effects.

"Hey Bruce," said Jason, "Do you know who I am?"

Bruce frowned in concentration and then a bid dopey smile spread across his face.

"Murder Baby," he said

Jason couldn't believe his ears, "What?"

"Murder Baby!" said Bruce, this time a little more enthusiastically

"What?" this time his question came out in a screech and prompted everyone in them cave to wake up. Dick fell off the chair, Timmy and Duke accidentally elbowed each other from where they were curled up together. Everyone also looked ready for a fight. Cass was the only one who looked even a little calm.

Bruce grinned and waved when he saw all fo them.

"What's wrong Little Wing?" asked Dick, "Everything okay with him?"

Jason didn't know how to answer.

"Uh, B tell me again who I am?"

Dick frowned but Bruce answered without missing a beat.

"Murder Baby!"

There were a few murmured 'what the hell's around the room?'

"Father what's wrong with you?" asked Damian, coming to stand beside Jason

Bruce grinned again and bopped Damian on the nose "Little Cutie!"

"Oh my God," said Dick gleefully, "It's the drugs,"

Bruce turned at the sound and smiled at Dick, "Birdie!"

"Well okay then," said Tim.

Bruce grinned and made grabby hands at Tim. Tim carefully came closer only for Bruce to bodily haul him up on the bed.

"Hi dad," said Tim, a happy grin on his face. Jason thought it looked good on him.

"Coffee boy," murmured Bruce, gently poking his cheek.

"Ain't that accurate," scoffed Stephanie

"Eggplant girl!"

"That's also accurate," said Tim, "Hey B who's that?"

Bruce followed Tim's finger to Cass and smiled, "Dancey girl,"

A few chuckles were heard around the room and a game was made of it.

Duke was dubbed 'little mister light'

Kate was 'Kit Kat', apparently a childhood nickname by Bruce

Barbara was 'Little Red', another childhood nickname

Selina was still called 'Cat'

Harper was 'blue brat'

Cullen was called 'Cute bug'

But the real kicker came when Alfred finally came downstairs.

"What ever is going on down here," he asked

A few voices went up to explain but it Bruce's words that cut through everything.

"Hi, Dad!"

Silence. You could have heard a ghost pin drop.

"Master Bruce?" asked Alfred

Bruce held out a hand and made an impatient motion, "Dad!"

Alfred quickly came to his side and squeezed his hand, making Bruce smile a big dopey smile all over again.

"What is happening here?" asked Alfred, sounding both bewildered and happy

"He's giving everyone nicknames," Jason told him, "We think it's the drugs. He keeps calling me Murder Baby,"

"And apparently you're dad," said Dick, a soft smile on his face, "Makes sense really,"

Alfred smiled, a little wetness in his eyes, "I see,"

"You should hear what he's calling the rest of us," said Stephanie, "Hey Bruce, who am I?"

And then the nickname game began all over again.

"I didn't think he would use the word murder in association with me so...affectionately," said Jason

"You guys have come a long way," said Dick

"He's high on drugs," said Jason, trying not to let hope swell in his chest, "Probably doesn't know what he's saying,"

"He called Alfred Dad, Jay,"

Jason didn't have anything to say to that.

The real shock came when Leslie came over to check up on Bruce.

"Mom!"

Leslie stopped in her tracks.

"What?" she asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"It's the drugs. He's giving everyone nicknames," said Tim

"And I'm..."

"Mom!" Bruce finished for her

"Well, baby," said Leslie, voice suspiciously rough, "Let's get you checked out,"

Bruce complied with a grin and nod.

Half an hour later, Bruce had dozed off again while everybody settled down around him.

"You all should really head upstairs," said Leslie

Nobody moved

xxx

Bruce woke up again two hours later but this time everyone was alert. Kate, Selina and Leslie had left while Alfred had gone back upstairs but the kids had all stayed.

Jason was once again the first one to notice that he was waking up.

"Hey, B," he said, "You with us?"

"Hmm, Jay?" said Bruce, prompting everyone to surround him once again.

Jason smiled, "Yeah. Yeah. It's me. How're you feeling?"

"I'm okay," he said, carefully, "How long was I out?"

"The first time nearly two days after. You woke a couple of hours ago and then fell asleep again," said Dick

Bruce frowned, "Please tell me you all haven't been here the whole time,"

"Don't worry about that," said Tim, "Do you remember anything from when you first woke up,"

Bruce frowned, "No, Should I?"

Everyone in the room shot each other looks, trying to but not succeeding in hiding their grins.

Bruce gave a resigned sigh, "Just show me the video,"

Four different phones were extended towards him. Bruce took Stephanie's and played the video displayed. They all watched him carefully as he cycled through very different emotions. Surprise, amusement, happiness and then utter bewilderment.

"I called Leslie, mom?" he asked, looking up at them

"Yeah," said Dick, "We were a little surprised,"

"I'm gonna have to talk to her aren't I?" he asked

"That's probably a good idea," said Duke

"Have you ever called her that before?" asked Tim

"Once," said Bruce, "I was around ten. I ran away and hid in my room for a full two days,"

"Wow,"

"Yup,"

There was a beat of silence and then Damian spoke up.

"Father, now that all this sentimental commiserating is over, I would like to bring up a complaint about the nickname you gave me,"

"Really brat?" said Tim, "Bruce was drugged for god's sake,"

"Quiet Drake," said Damian, "As I was saying, my nickname should not involve the work cute. I will allow little as I am the smallest right now but not cute,"

"But Dami," cried Dick, "You are cute,"

"I am not-Grayson! Get off of me- Father! Help!"

Bruce just shook his head and smiled.

Eventually, everybody wandered away from the cave, leaving only Bruce and Jason behind.

"So," started Bruce, conversationally, "What about this is bothering you? The murder part or the baby part?"

Jason stared at him, "I have no idea what you're talking about,"

Bruce raised his eyebrows and yeah, that was about eight on the Did you forget I'm Batman scale.

Jason sighed, "I don't know,"

"Is it a bad thing?"

Jason thought about it and landed on 'no'. Hearing it threw his for a bit of an emotional loop but it wasn't something that needed talking about. He would probably forget about it the minute he started eating Alfred's cookies.

"Nah. I'm good,"

"Okay," said Bruce, "Jay?"

"Yeah,"

"I love you,"

"Love you too, Old man,"

Yeah. It was good.

xxx

A few days after the incident, the family were all gathered in the den, having a rare night of pizza and movies. Well, the pizza was the rare part, not the movies.

Damian was grouchy about something like usual and talking-well complaining-Bruce's ear off.

Bruce was looking at his phone though and at one point pulled Damian close while shushing him absentmindedly.

"Hush, Little Cutie,"

There was a moment of silence and then the room exploded with Damian's screeching and everyone else's amusement.

Poor Bruce just looked bewildered.

"I-I didn't mean to say that," he muttered

It made Jason roar and double over.

"Your face!" he said between gasps

Bruce glared.

"Shut up, Murder Baby,"

It only made Jason laugh harder.

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scandalsavagefanfic · 5 years ago

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Hii! Congrats on 500 followers. For the prompt a thon, I'd like to request a continuation of your Ra'sJay wedding au with Mpreg Jason. How does the batfam and the Al Ghuls coexist?

Thank you so much!

This is the weirdest version of Ra’s al Ghul I’ve ever written but it was a lot of fun so it was a great start to this thing :D

Breakfast Guests - Read on Ao3!

Rating: TeenWarnings: NoneWords: 1600 (because I said 1500 so I really should have known)———————————————

Bruce does not like this newstatus quo.

It’s bad enough when Jason is offat whatever League location he and his… and Ra’s are calling home for themoment.

It’s even worse when they’re atthe manor.

Honestly, when he suggested theyspend more time here, desperate to see his son and his… granddaughter, andwanting to have his family all in one place again, he’d been prepared to makethe concessions for that to happen. Rationalized that at least Jason and hischild would be where he could keep an eye on them. Protect them from Ra’s ifneed be.

To that end, he put them in theroom next to his. All the rooms in the manor are master suites with attachedbathrooms but only Bruce’s and the one next door have additional sitting roomsthat were made to function as nurseries.

That was his first mistake.

They need their own wing of thehouse or Bruce is going to snap.

He pretty much raised four teenageboys in this house. He’d never put much thought into it before but if he hadbeen asked, he would have said that the manor’s soundproofing was on par withthe cave’s.

Then Ra’s and Jason moved in andBruce hasn’t managed a good night’s sleep since.

Ra’s is doing it on purpose. Bruceknows he is. The Demon’s head looks far too smug at breakfast in the mornings.Jason looks tired but blissful. Which is somehow even worse. There are alwaysthe little hints of purple marks that aren’t quite covered by his clothes andhis voice is always raspy.

Do people really scream that muchduring sex? Can Ra’s possibly be so good that Jason gets lost in the moment,forgets where he is, and just lets go?

Bruce shudders and looks back tohis eggs, trying to ignore the smirk Ra’s is leveling at him.

They will be gone soon, hereasons.

Then Jason walks in and he feelsguilty for thinking it.

He likes having his kids aroundmore than he hates hosting their terrible taste in partners.

Aliens, villains, and mercenaries.Bruce resolutely ignores that his own past romances may have made those seemlike acceptable relationships to enter into.

But just like every morning forthe past week, Jason comes down looking sleepy. The dark circles under his eyesaren’t prominent but Bruce notices them. His black curls stick up at allangles, wild and bed-tousled.

He yawns and stretches, making themuch darker purple bruises on his hips peek out from above the green cashmerepajamas. He’s lost most the baby weight but he’s still soft around the edges. Littlelove handles, rounded cheeks, fuller chest. It makes him look… sweet. Almostcherubic. Jason hasn’t looked that gentle since his early days as Robin. AfterAlfred got his hands on the child and got him up to a healthy weight.

Jason makes his way over to thetable to slide up next to Ra’s, sides pressing against each other, as the mucholder man pours him a cup of herbal tea and pulls him close with an arm aroundhis waist before placing a chaste kiss to his cheek.

These displays of affectionatedomesticity really rankle Bruce’s nerves of steel. It doesn’t suite either ofthem. Ra’s al Ghul is a genocidal fanatic who runs a clandestine society of highlytrained assassins.

And Jason is a gun-toting hero,forged into sharpened titanium by a life of misery and pain.

The way both men’s faces light upwhen Dick enters cooing down at the fussy bundle in his arms, Damian followingclose on his heels, is so off putting it makes Bruce want to leave the room.

“I think she’s hungry, Jay,” Dicksays, gently putting the baby in Jason’s arms when he reaches for his daughter.

“Of course she is. I heard yousneak in at the ass crack of dawn to get her,” Jason says before singing downto his baby, “Uncle Dickie is even more smitten with you than we are, isn’the.”

The baby grins and giggles andreaches up to grasp her mama’s face.

Bruce’s ire has been dissipatingsince the moment Sora entered the room. She has Ra’s sharp features and darkerskin. But her eyes are all Jason. Wide, curious, intelligent, and the same shadeof aquamarine.

The way even Ra’s softens as hewatches Jason feed their daughter makes Bruce relax a little.

He knows Ra’s is purposefullymaking him uncomfortable. Flaunting his… entirely too sexual relationship with Bruce’sson in his face, just to be an ass.

But Bruce also knows that Ra’scares about Jason. And their daughter. Maybe he can put up with the Demon. ForJason’s sake.

If he stops reacting, maybe Ra’swill no longer find enjoyment in his torment. Maybe they can find a way tocoexist.

The al Ghul’s have already agreedto keep their work out of Gotham as a result of this union. Perhaps they cancontinue to move in a positive direction.

“Shouldn’t be too much longerbefore I can start patrols again, boss,” Jason says, still smiling down at his pup.“Just a few more months. Tops.”

The comment snaps him back to themoment. “You plan on returning? But—”

“I would reconsider your approach,Detective. He is quite adamant.” Ra’s goes stiff as he says it. Means it’ssomething they’ve discussed before. Means that Ra’s disapproves but isn’t tryingto force the issue. Letting Jason make decisions about his own life.

It’s something Bruce still struggleswith, people making decisions he disagrees with and sticking to them even whenhe’s outlined why they’re wrong.

But he’ll be damned if he lets Ra’sal Ghul be more understanding than him. And it occurs to Bruce that the wayJason mentioned it was to get the fight out done with and he’s certainly notgoing to be the one to disturb the weird happy family aura everyone is projectingright now.

“We’ve talked about it,” Jason says,still without tearing his eyes away. He’s been in awe of Sora ever since helaid eyes on her. Bruce questions whether he’ll actually be able to leave herto return to his incredibly dangerous night job when the time comes. “I’m goingto move back to Gotham full time. Ra’s will pass most his duties to Talia on aprobationary basis at first.”

He looks up at Ra’s out of thecorner of his eyes with a quirk to his mouth that says he thinks his husband isbeing ridiculous. Then Jason glances around the table. At Dick who is stillmaking faces at Sora, at Damian who is ordering more baby toys from histablet, at Alfred who looks relaxed in a way Bruce hasn’t seen in… well, maybehasn’t ever seen.

Finally Jason’s eyes find his andhold Bruce’s gaze.

“Lots of parents go back to workafter they have kids, B. Especially if it’s something they love doing. I think havingthis will make me a better parent. And Sora has so many people who love herhere. Dick’s already agreed to watch her at least one night a week and let mecover for him in Bludhaven. And Damian said he’d be willing to switch off too,if it was ok with you.”

That makes Bruce’s heart skip abeat. “You want to patrol with me? As partners?”

Jason smiles up at him and it’spurest, brightest thing Bruce has seen on his face since Bruce signed theadoption papers.

“Of course. You’re my dad. It’stime we reconnect.”

Jason refers to him as ‘dad’ socasually Bruce has to repeat the sentence in his head several times for it toprocess. He hasn’t been the best at showing it in the past, but reconnecting withJason, having the family complete again, has been his heart’s deepest desire.

“And once a week you’llstay behind,” Jason adds. “Bond with your granddaughter.”

Bruce is nodding before Jason evenfinishes the sentence. When his relationship with Talia came to and end, Brucewas positive he’d never have to worry about welcoming Ra’s into his family. Itwas, in a small way, after the heartbreak over his split had subsided some,been a relief. The al Ghul’s and the Wayne’s are too ideologically opposed.

But if Jason’s relationship withRa’s (he refuses to acknowledge that his ex’s father is now his legal son-in-law)is what heals the deep wounds between both himself and Jason and Damian withhis family, then he’ll consider that a win. Well worth every concession.

Still.

He fixes Ra’s with Batman’s steelygaze.

The old man just chuckles untilJason elbows him lightly in the ribs. Then he clears his throat.

“I apologize for tormenting you inyour own home. I have been reprimanded and we—” another elbow, “—I willbe appropriately considerate moving forward. You have been a most gracious host,detective.”

Dick and Damian look confused, butthat’s because they don’t share a wall with the new al Ghuls. Jason would bethe picture of calm if it wasn’t for the way he won’t meet Bruce’s eyes and thelight dusting of heated color on his cheeks.

“Uh… thank you,” Bruce says,feeling heat rise in his own face. “I would appreciate that very much.”

There’s a beat of near silence wherethe only sound is happy baby gurgles.

“Well then,” Alfred says as hestands and starts to clear the table, “here’s to a bold new adventure.”

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ellana-ravenwood · 7 years ago

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Cig’ Break - Jason Todd x Reader

I think I’m going to write a story about this. That’s what I think. So here we go, a little love for Jay, because he deserves it. Also, remember kids, smoking is bad, also stay in school and...stuffs. Hope you’ll like it :

You can find my masterlist here : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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Forty nine.

That was the number of time Jason Todd’s family tried to convince him to quit smoking. Forty nine times. It always made him feel better, to keep track of their attempts, because it made him feel like they cared about him...Even if, sometimes, their way of showing it would be to grunt at him to stop smoking, because it’ll be the death of him.

As a child, Jason was bruised and abused, forgot, abandoned and left to fend for himself, by the very people who were suppose to take care of him...His parents. He had to fight for his life for so long, and met all the wrong people.

All the wrong people ?

Not quite. One day, in this dark hazy world he was living in, in one of Gotham City’s poorest neighborhood, he decided that it would be a good idea to steal the famed Batman’s tires and...The rest is history.

Sure, his life didn’t suddenly become full of rainbows and happiness. Oh no, he really went through Hell and back, he had some extremely tough times but...He gained something he never had before.

A family.

A family that cared enough about him to try and convince him to stop smoking almost fifty times. A family that, though he went back to some very dark places never fully gave up on him (though it took Jason a long time to realize that).

A true family, not bound by blood but by an unbreakable bond forged over the years. A family, like no other, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

So sure, things weren’t always pretty, and sure, he fought a lot with them and such...but at the end of the day, deep down, he knew now that they would always be here for him. Always. It took him a while to understand and realize that, years even.

For the longest time he thought they didn’t care. He thought he was just a replacement for the Batman, to replace the golden son, Dick. He thought he wasn’t really their brothers. He thought...But he was all wrong. Dying and coming back to life, though at first it made everything worst (oh god so much worst), put things into perspective.

He finally understood the man he came to call “dad” (though it took him some times), Bruce Wayne. Understood why he didn’t kill the Joker, understood why sometimes he was so harsh with him...

Yes. It took years to Jason Todd to understand that he mattered. That he was valid and loved. That without him, the family wouldn’t be the same...It took him years, and it all came down to that moment he decided to start smoking.

“What ?” You might wonder, but it all makes sense.

You see, when Jason died and was brought back to life by Ras Al’Ghul, he was angry. He hated his family, and even more his “father” who had abandoned him, left him to die at the hand of that heinous clown. So everything this man he used to adore told me not to...he did.

He killed, he hurt others, he stole, he emptied his heart of any warm feelings and...he started to smoke. Because once, when he was ten, Bruce had told him that smoking was a terrible habit, after he scolded a man for smoking near him and Dick at a gala. Because that man he used to trust told him not to...he started to smoke.

And though over the years after his resurrection he finally understood and forgave his father, hell started to call him “dad” again and came back to the live at the mansion, though he accepted to see a therapist and to talk about his feelings, to heal himself of all the pain, though he stopped killing and opened up his heart more...He never stopped smoking.

Because he kinda liked it. He knew it was a bad habit. He knew it wasn’t healthy. But...he couldn’t quite do everything his dad was telling him to do right ? He had to stay a little bit rebel. So if he had to say a lot of swear words, and to smoke just to piss him off, then he will.

He couldn’t be the perfect son (hell, none of his brothers were either, his reputation would be RUINED if he was the goody two shoes one right ?). And so, he smoke...besides, after all he’ve been through, listening to his dad, to his brothers, or to Alfred trying to convince him to stop smoking made him feel good. Reassured him that they cared.

Bruce would always grunt at him whenever he’d light a cigaret. He’d try to snap it out of his hand, though Jason, knowing that, would always end up out of reach before he could. He’d then talk about all the risks that tobacco has, all the single sickness you can get from it, and end with a barely audible : “and I care too much about you to let you do that to yourself so quit it please”. Sometimes, if he was in a good mood (which happened rarely really), he would say those last words louder, from the bottom of his heart, and finish it with a “I love you, son”.

Dick always joked about his bad smoking habit, but there and there, would put in some comment about how he should stop. But it would always end up with Jason feeling uncomfortable because, if there was one in the “Batfamily” who wasn’t afraid to talk about what he had on his heart, it was Dick, and oh he loved making his little brother feel uncomfortable whenever he started to talk about how it would be impossible to live without him, how awful it was when he was actually dead, how he never wanted to go through that again, how he was suppose to die first because he was the oldest...Yes. His heartfelt revelations would always make Jason feel weird (but also, good), and somehow, they always made him not want to smoke. At least, not around Dick.

Tim was, just like his father, very pragmatic. He always told Jason how it was. If he kept smoking, then he would die. If he died...then it would break this family, again. The balance of their family was fragile, and losing one of the counter weight would be dramatic. Without Jay, life wouldn’t be the same, and the family couldn’t recover. Always very pragmatic...he almost made Jason cried, once, by telling him how much the family depended on him, and how much it would be such a sad and dark world without him.

Damian was the worst. He wouldn’t really say anything, just take the cigaret out of Jason’s mouth and throw it away, ignoring his protest. It would rarely happen though, because Jason tried to never smoke around the kid...But on those rare few occasions, he wouldn’t even be able to anyway because Damian wouldn’t let him. He would also hide his cig packs, even though he always denied it. For Damian, it was impossible to admit that he wanted to protect his older brother, that this idiot meant so much to him that he had to do something...But Jason knew. Jason knew and, whenever he realized one of his packs of cigaret would be missing, he’d always go spend some times with the brat, annoying him affectionately, ruffling his hair and...Yes. They both knew what they meant for each others, but god forbid they’d ever admit it.

Jason was never smoking around Alfred, because the butler, whom he came to think about as his grandfather, was too damn convincing. Jason knew that if he listened too much to Aflred, he would quit smoking for good, and he didn’t want to...maybe, one day, when he’ll realize that being a rebel is “stupid”. In the meantime, Alfred would always leave little snarky and full of wits comments whenever he smelled the gross scent of cold cigaret on Jason. Sometimes, he would even make him flinch, by telling him things like : “If you ever die from cancer before me my boy, my heart will be broken” and such.

Yup. His family always tried to make him quit but...he wouldn’t. Not now at least. Besides, if he had listened to them, then he would never have met you..

************

That night, you were restless. You just couldn’t sleep, it was too fucking hot !

The problem in Gotham City, is that when it’s cold, it’s really goddamn cold, and when it’s hot ? Burns as if you were living in Hell (and maybe, somehow, you were, though you loved your hometown).

Your AC was broken and you couldn’t really open your windows...this was Gotham after all, one open window could lead to a lot of trouble. And so you decided to climb on your building’s rooftop, with a blanket and a pillow.

The rooftop was always empty, why would anyone go up there ? It was where you went when you wanted to be alone. To look around the city, without being seen. Besides, a few time, you saw one of those night vigilante jumping around ! It was just a really cool place.

And on really hot nights ? The best. It was the best. A fresh breeze would always be up there, and you managed to sleep comfortably more than once. You had made a little nest up there, with an old mattress you stopped using a while ago, and fairy lights.

It felt safe too, because...again, why would anyone go up on the rooftop ? Especially in the middle of the night.

And here you were, climbing up the ladders to get there, with a blanket and a pillow...and that’s when you met him.

He was sitting on your old mattress, back to you.

At first, you froze. The Hell ? Who was that ? What was he doing there ? No one ever got up there but you ! You quickly realized thought that he was...one of them. And his mask was off.

Or rather, his helmet. It was sitting next to him...Red Hood.

Yup. That was Red Hood, the most violent one (and that was saying a lot). But you weren’t afraid, because wasn't he just violent toward criminals ?

You lived your entire life in Gotham, and you never even nicked a candy bar ! And so you slowly walked toward him, wondering what you were going to say to him...What ? “Hum excuse me, but you’re in my bed ?”...

He scared you when he turned around, ready to fight and...Oh my god. It was Jason Todd Wayne ! One of Bruce Wayne’s adopted son ! ONE OF THE MOST FAMOUS MAN IN GOTHAM !

And it suddenly hit you. Of course. It would make sense. Bruce Wayne had a motives to become the bat, and the money. And all the little Robins around him...of course. They were his kids. Well damn. What a discovery.

-Wow. You’re one of the Wayne boys.

Was all you were able to say on the moment. The stranger tried to put his helmet back on fast, but he knew it was too late. Fuck !

You walk up to him, and he stares at you. You notice the cigaret in his hands and you say :

-Can I have a drag ?

He looks at you, surprised. He’s almost a hundred percent sure you recognized him so..why don’t you react much ?

Truth is, you don’t want to react. I mean, you don’t want anyone else but you to know their secrets, because it would ruin them ! And Gotham needed the “Batfamily” (it’s how gothamites came to call all of them).

Unsure, Jason gives you the cigaret and you take a drag, coughing because you’re not use to actually smoke. You turn to him, and he slowly takes his helmet off again. What’s the point in hiding, you knew who he was.

He looks at you curiously, as you smoke on his cigaret and look in front of you, at the view of Gotham you have. Why don’t you say anything ?

The truth is, you don’t really wanna talk. You’re tired. And you just made a really cool discovery that you’ll forever keep secret because that’s the right thing to do. So you don’t want to talk. You just want to sit there, in peace.

He doesn’t really seem to mind so, you know. Besides, he’s sitting on your bed. If anyone was to leave, it would be him ! But he doesn’t.

Oh no. No, Jason is captivated by how little you seem to care that he’s the famous Red Hood (famous for doing some awful things, not just for saving the city). He can't get over the way you just discovered that he was Jason Todd Wayne, that he saw the shock on your face and yet...a small smile replaced your shocked face rapidly, and you just casually went to sit next to him, asking to take a fucking drag off of his fucking cigaret !

Who were you ? What was your name ? Why weren’t you running away ? Or yelling everywhere that you knew who the Red Hood was ?

Later. You’d tell him later. In fact, you’d answer all his questions another day. Because today, he wouldn’t ask you anything else. And you wouldn’t speak, just look upon Gotham.

He takes the cigaret out of your hands and smokes a bit too, before giving it back to you.

You spend the night there, in comfortable silence, with an almost total stranger (you only knew things you saw on TV about him). You barely recall falling asleep at some point...when you wake up you’re alone, but you have the intimate conviction you’ll see him again.

************

It becomes a habit. Every night, you go up on your roof, and he’s there. Sometimes he doesn’t stay much, just the time to smoke a cigaret with you, and then he leaves. Probably to fight crime.

Sometimes he stays hours...and that’s when you start to talk.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N). Your name rolls so perfectly on his tongue.

You explain to him why you won’t tell anyone who he really is, or who his entire family really is. You explain why you’re grateful for him to exist, because you always lived in Gotham and you know without them it wouldn’t be the same. You tell him so many things, and oh, he talks back.

He finds himself talking to you more than he ever talked to anyone else. Whenever it’s your turn to take drags on the cigaret, he would tell you about himself. What he liked and disliked.

Eventually, he talks about the dark part in himself. Why it’s there. What happened. That time he first speaks about it...is the first time you actually touch him. It’s not just a small brush of your hand on his as you take his cigaret from his hands. No. You lay your head on his shoulder. You close the gap that was there since day one between you, and lay your head on his shoulder, wrapping an arm around his waist.

His breath hitches slightly, before he wraps his own arm around your shoulder, and you stay like that. For a long time. Just snuggling against each others.

************

The nights he can’t stay long are the one you hate the most. Those nights, you usually just share a cigaret in silence. You sometimes listen to music, discovering each other’s taste in that...realizing that all your favorite bands are the same. Most of the time, you’re in each other’s arms.

Nothing else happen. No. You just...hug, give each other warmth.

************

The calm nights, when he can say...Those are the best. You talk for hours, about everything and nothing at the same time.

He quickly becomes your best friend.

And always, you share a cigaret, your touches lingering each time longer whenever you pass the cig to each others.

************

He tastes...like ash. Of course he does. He smokes too much.

You taste like that too, like cigaret. But there’s also a hint of raspberry that he loves...and, lime ?

The first time he kisses you, it’s on one of those nights he has time to say. One of those nights he’s not called to go fight crime.

It’s well into Autumn by the time, and the nights aren’t as hot anymore. You’re wrapped in a blanket when he arrives and...he’s hurt. He bleeds slightly from his brow.

You go down in your apartment to fetch some stuffs, but he doesn’t follow. It would be too dangerous. What if someone sees him going in your apartment ?

So he stays up, and it’s so damn cold.

Oh Gotham. Only two settings. Freezing cold, or hot as hell. Or rainy. Like, “Noah, I hope you build a kick ass ark because man that’s a lot of water” rainy.

You’re back in an instant, and clean his wound rapidly. And...you don’t really know how it happens. It just sort of...does.

Your hand lingers on his wound, and he reaches up to catch it.

Your breath lets out small clouds and he realizes that you must be freezing...He feels guilty because he’s the reason your up there, so he wraps you better in your blanket and brings you close to him. Only, instead of laying your head on his chest, as you often do, you keep your eyes up.

You stare at him. At his cut. And he can’t help himself.

His lips are on yours all of a sudden. And they’re so oh so soft, even if a little chapped. You respond to his kiss instantly, and it only feels natural when you open your mouth to let his tongue go in.

He taste like ash. And you do too...but you have a little taste of raspberry and lime as well. He loves it.

************

Sometimes, you fight.

But it’s never too bad. It’s always about somethings stupid. And it would usually result in you guys kissing...

************

It’s funny, how the fact that you kissed doesn’t change anything. You guys still meet up every night, as if nothing. Sometimes, you kiss again. Sometimes, you don’t. And always, you talk and embrace. Always.

************

But one day, it’s not enough. Your cigaret breaks are amazing but...it’s time that Jason Todd and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) becomes a thing out there as well.

It’s weird, the first time you see your face on a newspaper with the title : “Sorry Ladies, the second Wayne boys, Jason, is not single anymore !”, with a picture of you and him walking in the streets, hand in hand.

But it’s ok. It’s fine. Because...He’s your best friend. He’s...Because...you love...Because.

************

-I love you, (Y/N).

He tells you, while it’s your turn to take a drag off of the cigaret you share that night. You almost swallow the cigaret out of shock. It’s the first time he tells you that, it’s a big deal. And yet...and yet it’s not.

-I...I love you too.

He nods. Brings you closer, and takes the cigaret. His turn to take a drag. And so it’s done. But of course. You love each others, as simple as that.

************

There’s only one night that you guys didn’t meet on the roof. You were sick that day, and knew you couldn’t go up there...

You were utterly surprised when you heard a knock on the door and there he was. Even more surprised when he explained that his father gave him a day off of patrol to take care of you...

And though you were sick, that night...That night is the first time you and him made love. And oh it was so delicious and warm to wake up in his arms come down morning.

************

This went on for years. It was your little ritual.

Of course, nowadays you’d live together, in a nice apartment Bruce found for you two, in Gotham Central.

And of course, he would now have days off given to him by his father, to be with you. Oh Bruce. He absolutely adored you. He said he noticed a change in Jason after he first met you. A nice change. A noticeable one. He stopped smoking since with you...of course, you didn’t talk about that one cigaret you always shared, every nights. This was your thing, with you and Jason.

Yes. Jason’s father adored you. And the positivity you had on his entire family, because oh you were such a ray of sunshine. And there was nothing better than to witness you and your recklessness put someone in their place at a gala...he loved how you always spoke your mind ! (He’ll never forget that day you told him to fuck off after he was a bit of a dick to his sons...it was so refreshing to have someone stand up against him and put him back in his place when he was being a douche, so beneficial).

Really, his entire family came to love you. His brothers like a sister, Alfred like a granddaughter etc etc. How could they not love you ? You saved Jason from himself, after all. And he quit smoking for you !

Oh but if they knew about your little nightly ritual...

Your little ritual, of going ont he rooftop to smoke a cigaret was happening almost every night. It was great. It was calm moments, and though sometimes they were short because Jason still had to save the city...They were always great.

Up until one day...

************

It’s another one of those extremely hot summer night in Gotham. You and Jason met almost ten years ago, and have been together for nearly eight.

You’re waiting for him. Right now, he must have left the bat cave and will be there soon. You’re waiting for him, looking upon Gotham as you did all those years ago.

And finally, finally he’s here.

He kisses you, and smiles. He always smiles when around you.

He takes his cigaret pack off and...you stop him.

-Not today Jason.

He looks at you curiously. Uh ? What...What’s the matter ? What is wrong ? ...Are you going to leave him ?!

The thought terrifies him and he finds himself petrified, not able to utter a single word. You instantly see how he stiffens, how he freezes and you understand. So you reassure him :

-I’m not going anywhere honey, I just...I’m...I can’t smoke tonight. It wouldn’t be safe.

He’s confused. What ?

And then it hits him. The way you look at him, and the hand you have on your stomach. His breath hitches, and, voice shaking a bit, he asks :

-...Really ? And...Mine ?

You roll your eyes at that, but you nod. Yes. Really. His.

And it’s like all the hardship he went through vanished, all his worries, his pain...everything disappear. He feels a surge of happiness growing inside him, as he lunges towards you and takes you in his arms.

Finally, just in case, you confirm :

-Yes Jay. Really. And it’s yours. You’re going to be a father Jay, you’re going to be a father...

The pack of cigaret he had in his hand falls to the floor and...it’s the last time he ever touched one. Because this is it. This is the time.

The time when he realizes that being a rebel and annoying his father...it’s over (well, the rebel part at least, he could never stop driving his dad crazy).

The time he realizes it’s time to grow up. To be more responsible. To...To change truly.

Because he’s going to have a child. And there’s no way he’ll ever let this kid be in danger, threatened or anything...ever...especially not by him.

And so on that day, Jason Peter Todd took a decision.

And you did too.

There would be no more cigaret in the Todd-(Y/L/N) household ever again (well, at least until your child will decide it’s time to enter a rebel phase as well, and will sneak on the rooftop to smoke...just like you used to).

The End.

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As usual, I drifted away from the initial idea again...Sorry ‘bout that, I can just never control my writing, I never know what I’ll end up writing based on a prompt I receive so...yeah, hope you still like it :/. Also guys, let’s be honest, is this too descriptive ? I realize there’s almost NO dialogues in there...is it bad ? Should have I made them talk more, instead of describing scenes ? You tell me...I just felt like this would be a “not much talk” kind of stories but I might be totally wrong eh

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"Let's finish this, brat! I want to go home," Jason yelled under his helmet while kicking one of the men that surrounded him.

"Todd, I'm not freaking magical so shut the hell up and do your damn job!" Damian yelled back from the other side of the room, where Jason couldn't directly see him. The only confirmation of Damian's work was his cursing and the bodies of the enemies hitting the floor loudly.

He chuckled under he's breath as he saw two of them trying to get up and then immediately sitting back down because of the current Robin's threats.

"Dare to come back here, and.." he said whilst flipping a man and making him hit the floor with a thud "...and you'll definitely NOT like it," he finished kicking another one's kneecap.

A strong punch in the stomach woke Red Hood from his trance, the poor guy wasn't even in a defensive stance so instead of using any weapon he just threw an uppercut knocking him out.

Jason had to admit that he tried to call the attention to him, but the kid was and easy target, or that's what the bad guys thought...and that affected greatly to the point where Damian had almost 15 more people around him than the legendary Red Hood.

Even if Jason knew that the brat could handle it, it was still unfair. For them, not for Damian, who seemed to enjoy it.

The Hood headed rapidly to the other room because of the sound of a threatening blade.

"What did I tell you about being too mean, Dames, huh?" He said, eyeing the many unconscious men in the room. Did he just talk like Dick? Dear god.

"T-T," Damian answered him using the handle of the sword to break some guy's nose.

Jason joined him amused by his little brother's way to obey his orders, they worked rarely in silence and more effectively than normal, just a few comments between them. Even if they weren't the best friends, there was always a promise of protection between them.

Almost half an hour later, they were done. Mostly because it was very easy: clear the place, no killing.

The master mind of the organization had already been taken out of the equation and the people in the building weren't even near the high ranks...they were just thieves and the trash that desperately craved something in the streets.

"Guys, we have a problem," Tim spoke in their ears as they waited in the rooftop of that place in the middle of nowhere and added, "you'll have to wait, we're having trouble in here."

Jason groaned,"How much, Timbers?"

"Five hours, more or less," Red Robin answered trying to sound at ease but failing epicly.

"Drake," Damian said softly but with a clear hint of anger, "What the hell happened?"

"Madness. No one is hurt, but this new whatever that is got us in a trap and with some kind of device blocked the Batwing and almost everything else. We're working on it," Tim explained quickly as if he was in a rush.

"I want a call at any change of situation, Drake." sighed Damian. Tim huffed at that, but answered affirmatively.

Jason started wandering around the rooftop, touching everything and looking more bored with each step. Damian analyzed the night, noticing in a weird gleam by the door, maybe the moonlight reflecting, but suddenly realized what it really was.

He moved faster than he thought he could and pushed Jason and himself off the roof.

"What the fuck, kid?" was the only thing that escaped Jason's mouth. He desperately tried to catch Damian in the air but something up there exploded, they felt the heat and the strength of the bomb making everything blow away,pushing them apart.

From that height, it was granted a certain death and in the commotion he couldn't even find Robin.

Out of nowhere a hand found its way to his and took a tight grasp. Damian had improvised, his eyes looked determined but he knew pain was going to come as soon as the rope tensed.

"Damian, I need you to push me up,"Jason shouted. They were in a horrible position, if they stayed like that both of Robin's arms would end up broken.

Damian tried his best, but there was no way he could just lift a man twice his size just using his body and there was no time. The rope tensed, and the sound of a loud crack and a feral whine flooded the air.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry, Dames," Jason said pulling himself up when they reached the wall. "Don't move, I'll take it from here," he added in a whisper watching the pain in Damian's eyes. The poor kid couldn't even talk.

Jason grabbed something out of Robin's utility belt and secured him to his chest.

The harsh surface of the building made climbing easier, he broke the nearest window and carefully entered the room trying to not cause Damian any more pain.

The kid soon started to drift into sleep, almost passing out.

"Damian, I'm gonna have to put them in place," warned Jason without hesitation, "or it'll be worse."

Robin just nodded and prepared himself by biting some cloth that Jason handed him. He closed his eyes and screamed as he felt the waves of pain hit him, big tears formed and disappeared into the cloth.

A soon as all Jason could do at the moment was done, Damian fell asleep.

"Timmy, we had a problem," Jason informed him, emotions mixed with his voice.

Tim made an annoyed sound and was interrupted by Jason,"Damian got both of his arms broken and I seriously don't want him to stay injured in a place like this. He's asleep because of the meds that I found in here, but I wouldn't trust them. Plus, we didn't kill anyone so they'll be probably waking up soon and if the police arrives..."

"Damn," his brother huffed on the other side of the line, preoccupation very present in his tone, "We'll get there as soon as we can or I'll send you someone"

"Okay," Jason simply responded, almost irritated, looking back at Damian, who was spreaded on the floor. He took his helmet off and putting the boy wonder in his arms he sat down, resting Damian's head in his shoulder and covering him with his cape.

An hour later Damian woke up with a grunt, "shit," he whispered waking Jason up too with the sound.

"Don't move too much," Jason warned him, so the little Wayne just rubbed his head on Jason's shoulder trying to find comfort.

"I'm sorry, I should have noticed before,"he said to the kid in his arms.

"Don't be," he answered and chuckled, "but it actually was your fault."

"I know," Jason stated bluntly, taking all the blame on himself. There was a change in Damian's eyes.

"Hey," he whispered, "don't worry about it. We're a team, like hell I was going to let something like that happen."

"And here I thought you hated me," he answered, surprised and filled with guilt.

"Tt, I'm just bugging you. If I truly hated you, I'd just ignore the hell out of you." Damian added, fully awake but still weak.

"Wait, but you do that with Tim all the time, does it mean...?" Jason stopped talking because of the bat-shut-up-now-stare the kid was giving him.

"Obviously not, if I really hated him I'd just start to question his job. You see, while you are in need of someone who acknowledges your presence, he is in need someone who trusts his decisions," Damian slowly explained with a stern look, like it was obvious

Jason was startled by how much the kid was talking in such pain, but let him continue, Damian never talked much to him anyway.

"The only moments I truly intervene physically is when he's stuck or about to do something stupid." The kid added thoughtfully.

"Dames, you two fight like every day"

"First of all, Drake is 24/7 in a state of sleep deprivation, and he needs to get out of the damn cave from time to time. Plus I get to bother him, it's a win-win situation," Damian told him glaring annoyedly to the ceiling and continued, "but I'm almost always aware of what he's investigating. Being in that state can compromise the missions."

"And what about me, pup? Do you have an eye on me too?" Jason laughed as he saw Damian nodding in an odd manner, with unfazed but surprisingly warm eyes.

"I know where all your safe houses are. Remember whe you got pizza delivered every time you were in one? Yeah...and no sleeping unless I know everyone is home. Pennyworth doesn't like it, but I use the time wisely." Damian was slipping many of his secrets in that conversation, maybe it was because of the situation or the medicine, Jason thought.

"What about the girls?" Jason asked.

"I respect them too much to do anything to them, and Cass will still eat my food even if I lick it so it's pointless. I've gotten to appreciate our current Fatgirl" Damian smiled at the thought, "..and everyone gets enough annoyed with my fights with Tim so there's no actual need. The only one that never seems to be bothered is Dick, I'd have to really kill someone to for him to be mad at me and I think he would still forgive me."

"He would, but you don't want to see him truly mad. He's worse than Bruce"

"Really? He never seemed to be like Father," Damian wondered and perked his eyebrows up, encouraging Jason to speak.

"He's different in many ways, but Bruce raised him up and some things always stay with us." Jason explained, hoping Damian would understand him.

"Father is.." Damian started but Jason asked right away, "why do you call him like that?"

"What else should I call him, idiot? He's my father," said Damian harshly, making his question sound way more stupid than it was.

"It's just that it doesn't sound affectionate, I don't know," Jay said.

"Maybe it's because of the way I learned English." The kid said as if it explained everything.

"Wait, English isn't your first language?

"Nope, it's Arabic" Damian responded. Suddenly his eyes lighted up remembering something.

"The first Christmas I spent here was very weird, mostly because reading about something is pretty different from experiencing it.

Anyways, for some Dick of a reason," the boy said gaining a a hard laugh from Jason, "Father didn't let me go on patrol because Dick said that I had to stay home and enjoy the real Christmas. How the heck would I enjoy being alone? on Christmas? But at the moment I really didn't get what it all was about so I followed what Pennyworth said. And I'm not gonna lie, I actually had fun, but it was just the two of us, and surely Pennyworth wanted to have everyone already home as much I wanted." He made a pause, making sure Jason was listening and kept going, " All of you arrived later than expected and I was so tired because of the patrols of the nights before that somehow I just switched languages. I called Father Baba , he almost choked." A grin spreader on Damian face, but the pain could still be clearly seen.

"What does it mean?" Jason inquired mostly because he wanted to hear Damian's voice, because in fact he knew what it meant.

"It's something like daddy, more or less" the kid confessed, and switched his position to face Jason. He didn't look bothered nor embarrassed, just tired.

"Maybe he wasn't ready to hear it," Jason suggested shrugging slowly to not hurt Damian, but he managed to hurt him with his words.

That's when it hits him, the hopeless look on Damian's eyes, the pout on his mouth and the way he tried to hold back his tears: Damian was just a kid. Jason would call him that to annoy him, not because he thought that the Robin was one. It didn't matter how hard his eyes looked in the field, he had seen worse stuff in his short life than Bruce in his own, and the boy was still a little kid.

He had been programmed since he was a baby to be perfect and he had betrayed his mother by joining Batman, a man he didn't know, and Jason bet it was way harder that it sounded.

Jason remembered his time with the League and wanted to shout, he wanted to kill Talia with his own hands. He wanted to slap Bruce in the face and tell him that Damian needed him, that he himself needed him. He wanted to erase the bad memories out of his brother's head, but the sad truth was that maybe he'd have to erase everything.

Instead of saying anything, he just pressed his foreheads together as he had seen many mothers do to their children . Jason didn't expect the sound he heard, it was a genuine giggle. Damian Wayne was giggling, that broken kid. A kid that got dragged into a cruel world, that had no chance,no choice, that didn't think he could choose.

Jason giggled too, the boy's laugh was contagious enough to make him feel something tingling in his chest. He really needed to stay away from Dick and his gross brotherly behavior.

"What is so funny?" He asked Damian while opening his eyes only to see a pair of green ones staring him back.

"I can't explain why, but it makes me feel better."

"Yeah?" Jason asked incredulous, still the smile in his face

"Affirmative," the boy answered resting his head against the Hood's shoulder.

"Hey, pup," Jason called after a while, "do you like being a Robin?"

"Honestly? I don't know, but I have to do it. Father needs a Robin," he answered simply.

"No, Bruce needs a son. Batman needs a Robin," the man closed his eyes, "you've been fighting for too long and you didn't even choose to do so. Is there something you wanna do, kiddo? I know you're super intelligent and probably in the League they already thought you all any school could teach you, but...?" He inquired, feeling Damian moving nervously in his lap.

"I enjoy painting," the kid said, kind of embarrassed and proud at the same time, "Pennyworth says I'm as skilled in that matter as I am in sword fighting," he added.

Jason let an approving sound escape his lips," and that's much to say since you'd kick all of our butts if we were challenged to a duel, including Bruce"

"Probably," he answered, but didn't sound proud or anything else. It was a plain voice, he probably had bad memories about it. Maybe even nightmares in which he had to fight his family.

"Let's do something," he told his younger brother, "while you recover I'll do all of your patrols and when you're back on the game I'll ask you again if you want to go on field. If you want, maybe you and I can put our patrols together and if you don't want to I'll talk to Dick and Bruce. Maybe I can make them understand, you know, that way you avoid getting in fights."

"If I decide to quit, I want to be with you when we tell them" Damian stated, still unsure but determined to stand for himself.

"Okay, buddy" Jason answered, caressing the boys hair.

Damian fell asleep again in that position, curled in Jason's legs. Jason talked to the device in his ear.

"Timmy, how are we doing?" He asked, but instead of hearing his brothers voice there was a deep rage filled voice: Bruce.

"What the hell happened there? It was a simple mission, almost impossible to get hurt and you still managed blow more things up." The man said in the other line, not that Jason wasn't used to it, but one thing was getting himself hurt and other thing was being the cause of someone getting hurt. So for once in his life, he didn't talk back, he just listened to Bruce ranting and telling him all the stupid things he had done that night, and in all his life. He could hear the preoccupation hid behind the rage, but it was unreachable for everyone.

"Father," they heard Damian in the communicator, his voice muffled and sleepy, "no blame must be held, the trap was placed to be undetectable."

Bruce released a grunt of disapproval, but he sounded also relieved.

"I want the details of what happened when you come back, and you two are grounded" Bruce stated firmly.

Jason just couldn't contain himself and said, "Bruce I don't even live with you and Damian has both of his arms broken" he could feel how Bruce was about to snap again, but Damian snorted just before Batman could even start. Bruce stopped himself immediately and asked with an alarmed voice, "what's wrong? Something happened?"

"What? No, Bruce, he's just laughing. Have you ever heard of that?" Jason answered, looking at Damian in his lap, who chuckled and said, "You're an idiot, Todd."

#jaydami #brothers #jason todd #damian wayne #the batman #my fic #my first real fanfic #tell me if you like it #i know its a bitbout of character and i hope to improve

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redrobin-detective · 8 years ago

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Omg writing prompt PLEASE do Billy Batson and jason bonding. That sounds soo good my 2 favorite characters together at last

Ah! Yes! I’m skipping ahead to this one because this one has been in my head since last night and I’m raring it go! Thank you!

There was something about Gotham that put Billy Batson at ease. He thinks it’s the same thing that makes pretty much every normal person feel uncomfortable. There’s this feel that Gotham has, it's something heavy and slimy that settles on your shoulders, makes you to be alert and aggressive or else you’re dead. It makes him feel that, if he had to, 12 year old Billy could probably survive in the cold, unforgiving streets of Gotham. Fawcett City isn’t half as bad, but five years of homelessness tends the make that same sorta angry paranoia needed to survive in a place like Gotham.

But Billy Batson isn’t here, not really. Cap is here for a meeting with the Bat, and though Cap and Billy are technically the same person, Cap’s got the Wisdom of Solomon and the Courage of Achilles and all sorts of other bad-ass things that make Billy’s thoughts and feelings seem dim and far away. He thinks it’s the Wizard’s magic in him that brings out Billy’s best qualities in Cap and buries all the ugly, street stuff deep inside. Buries it until Billy comes back and needs all that stuff to survive in a city all on his own.

He shakes his head, he doesn’t have time for philosophy, Bruce wouldn’t have called him to the Cave if it wasn’t urgent. B says it’s just a mission report but he could’ve given that to Cap at the Watchtower, so whatever it is, it’s gotta be like, mega-bad. If he wasn’t so distracted by the fact that Batman probably was gonna to chew him out into next week, he’d be busting a nut over how freaking awesome the Cave was. Cap’s been here before but it never stops being wicked cool. He wishes he could be Billy, just for a sec, so he could run around and look at all the cool gadgets but Cap’s got bigger things to worry about. Like whether Batman is gonna slow roast him or just skin him alive.

“Why do I have to give it to him, you called him here, you deal with him.” A whiney kid’s voice says from what sounds like the top of the long staircase leading up to Wayne Manor proper. He leans in closer even though with his enhanced hearing, he doesn’t need to. It’s not eavesdropping, it’s evidence gathering.

“I agree but the signal just went up and I’m sure it’s important. I don’t have time to give Marvel the report details.” He hears Bruce’s voice respond as he begins walking down the stairs. “You helped me organize the file information, you should be able to explain it. That’s a minimum requirement if you want to be Robin.” Cap remembers to straighten himself up and is casually whistling and examine his nails by the time they arrive in the Cave so they don’t suspect him of listening in. Inside he’s pretty shocked, the big guy keeps his private life pretty hush-hush but he didn’t know he had another kid lined up to be Robin. He makes a note to do some research next time he’s at the Fawcett City Library about any new kids Bruce Wayne has adopted recently. But the biggest shock is when B steps out of the way enough for Billy to look at the soon-to-be boy wonder. The boy pouts and uncrosses his arms long enough to swipe the file out of Bruce’s patient hand.

“Captain,” Billy straightens as the scariest dude, like ever, says his name. “I’m afraid there’s something I must attend to and I can’t give you the notes on the last mission’s report myself.” The Bat rests a light hand on the boy’s shoulder and the pinched, cautious look on the kid’s face is so familiar, it’s eerie. "This is Jason, he’s been staying with me, he’ll be giving you the details in my place. He’ll be undergoing training soon so he needs to be able to do this sort of thing. I appreciate you taking the time to come out here in person and would appreciate it further if you’d be a sounding board for Jason to test his skills out on someone other than myself.“ So Batman called him out to Gotham… so he could give his kid the chance to learn basic skills with a non-judgmental hero. The part deep inside that has vague memories of loving parents feels warm beneath the crushing feeling of jealousy and guilt. He knows a dirty, messed up street kid when he sees one, and he bets this Jason kid has no idea how good he’s got it getting someone as caring as Batman to take him in.

"Of course sir," Cap responds a second later as he tamps down all those parts of Billy inside and works on channeling his very best for the new kid. He's supposed to be the mentor in this case, he’s gotta set a good example even though the kid looks older than he is. "I’ll help out in anyway that I can, you can count on that.” Jason makes a face at Cap’s natural enthusiasm and Batman merely gives the boy a light, affectionate knock on the head.

“Behave, both of you. You’re free to leave once you’ve received the report Captain, you’re aware of how the Zeta tubes work. Jay, when done I want you to finish reading that book on basic criminology and start in on those breathing exercises I taught you. If you get that done, I’ll read you the next chapter of Alice in Wonderland before bed so you can sleep through the night.” Jason blushes and ducks his head mumbling some embarrassed curses under his breath. But Batman either doesn’t hear or is used to being called such things and walks over to the Batmobile firing up the engine. “I’ll be checking the security footage later and grading you on your report so don’t think you can skip out. Alfred’s in charge while I’m away. Captain, thank you again. I will see you at the meeting next Thursday.” With that, the door closed and the ground beneath the car turned so it was facing the tunnel exit and soon was screaming out of the Cave like, well, a bat out of hell.

He was distracted by how sick that ride was and what organs he’d give up for a joyride through the streets when Jason was shoving the manila folder against his chest. The kid takes a deep breath, puts his shoulders back obviously trying to appear older and more mature and keeps his face perfectly neutral as he begins a detailed narration of the last mission, what was found and future plans. Billy has to admit, the kid is good. He's smart, interpreting the information not just reciting it. His vocabulary is, like, twice the size of Billy's and he’s standing there talking like an actual adult instead of the antsy kid who looks like he’s three seconds from bolting. If Billy wasn’t intimately familiar with that sensation himself, he sure he wouldn’t have noticed Jay’s absolute discomfort at being left alone with a strange older man. Cap can see why Batman picked him up.

“Alright, that’s everything, any questions?” Jay asks in a carefully stated monotone that does nothing to betray his uneasiness. Billy wonders if Batman already trained him that way or if the kid had already learned to control his fear before coming here. Maybe the streets of Gotham weren’t as kind as he thought.

“No, that was great!” Cap says eagerly, as Billy takes a casual step or two back to ease off on the kid. “Batman sure has taught you well, I just know you’re going to make an amazing Robin.” Jason’s mouth jerks vaguely upwards for a second before going back to it’s back to his neutral position.

“Has anyone else told you that you’re a bit corny?" Jay asks with an amused raise of his brow. Clearly Jay isn’t feeling very threatened by him anymore which allows Cap to relax and maybe let out a bit more of Billy. It’s not very often he gets to talk to kids his age about hero stuff, not to mention one who was in a similar position to Billy.

"All the time, it’s part of my charm but Green Lantern disagrees. I say that anyone who runs around waving his ring around advertising his favorite color doesn’t have room to talk.” Jason snorts and the two of them share a conspiratal chuckle together “You’re real lucky Bruce took you in, he’s a good guy, he acts like he’s my dad sometimes but he does it cause he cares.” Cap is shocked when the semi-smile falls off Jason’s face but Billy really isn’t.

“Right, I’m just so lucky this fancy rich boy picked me off the streets and told me I wasn’t living my life right and that he was make everything better as if a few weeks of clean sheets and a threes squares a day are gonna erase all the crap I seen, the stuff I done.” Jason says bitterly, folding in on himself as he crosses his arms over his chest. His blue-green eyes were stormy with anger and insecurity, upset at Cap’s unintended ignorance but also at himself for his fears that maybe he isn’t deserving of all the good things happening to him. Sometimes what Billy thinks and what Cap says don’t always match up, as if everything he says passes through a filter to make it as good and wholesome as possible. But Billy gets it, he got the same spiel every time he was transferred to a new foster home, before he realized none of them had what he needed and decided the streets were better for him.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend,” and he winces again trying to push Billy to the forefront instead of letting Cap’s, welling meaning but naïve, attitude interfere. “I just mean there are a lot of people who take in street kids ‘cause they’re nice and it’s the right thing but they don’t know how to handle them y'know? With Bruce, you got someone who gets that things aren’t always gonna be good and happy now that you’re in a proper home, who understands that bad things don’t always stay in the past. I know it’s different from being in the streets and you’re probably wondering if all this is worth it but I know Batman and I know he’s gonna do the best he can for you and not be hard on you cause you’re not the clichéd grateful foster kid.”

Jason stares at him, long and hard before humming quietly to himself and gently jerking his chin forward. It’s a sign of respect, of acknowledgement from one dirty rat to another that they understood what the other is going through. He’s not worried about Jay telling the Bat about Captain Marvel being, what he believes, a former homeless kid. Street boys don’t rat each other.

“Yeah man, it’s cool.” Jay shrugs casually after a minute, relaxing his shoulders completely for the first time since coming downstairs. “Anything else I can getcha before you head out. Alfie buys like, way too much food, you could take some if you want. I don’t think either of them would even notice.”

“I appreciate the thought,” Cap says cheerily, cause he does. It's coming up on winter and fresh food is scarce and Billy’s little supply is wearing thin awfully fast with how much he has to eat just to keep his temp up. But he promised himself from the start he wouldn’t have the Cap messing with Billy’s life, it went against his code and it just wasn’t fair to the other kids making their own living. “But I can take care of myself.” Jay smiled, a small but nice smile and Billy finds himself irrationally happy that Bruce was able to save this kid, give him the home he deserved.

“I’m sure you can," Jason holds out his small fist, "see you around? B is still keeping me kinda on the down-low for now while the papers go through. Not even the reporters know yet so I could use some company.” Cap smiles and gingerly returns the fist bump.

“You bet, I’ve never gotten an official tour of the Cave and I bet it’s got the coolest stuff around. Next time you gotta tell me the story behind the dinosaur man.” Jason laughs.

“Yeah, next time.”

Ok this one took a lot longer and I’m sorry. But this was my first Billy and so I really took my time making sure I got his voice right, that mix of genuinely good childishness mixed in with the kinda bitter street kid. I also like the dichotomy between Captain Marvel and Billy Batson and the sorta divide between them. Jay I know easy enough but I cherry picked each word of Billy’s. Also, just cause I want it known. B totally knows about Billy’s age and situation here and deliberately sets him and Jay up to meet so the two sad street kids can bond. Also Jay really did need to practice his reports.

#DC Writing Prompts #Billy Batson #Captain Marvel #Jason Todd #I really really like this relationship and I liked exploring it

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Media Round Up – November 2017 – Movies To See

The month of November is here and the movie season is back in full swing! The next few months will rival the summer blockbuster period and most of the action begins this Friday. So get ready for our trademark preview series, known as the Monthly Media Roundup, featuring the most intriguing options coming to your local cinema in the next four weeks. Enjoy!

November 1st

A Bad Moms Christmas

Stars: Mila Kunis, Kristen Bell, Kathryn Hahn, Jay Hernandez, Justin Hartley, Christine Baranski, Susan Sarandon

Director: Jon Lucas, Scott Moore

Official Synopsis:

A Bad Moms Christmas follows our three under-appreciated and over-burdened women as they rebel against the challenges and expectations of the Super Bowl for moms: Christmas. And if creating a more perfect holiday for their families wasn’t hard enough, they have to do all of that while hosting and entertaining their own mothers.

By the end of the journey, our moms will redefine how to make the holidays special for all and discover a closer relationship with their mothers.

The first movie was an unexpected hit, however this sequel is flying well below the radar. After the success of Girl’s Trip and the end of the month release of Daddy’s Home 2, it’s curious this doesn’t have more buzz, or at least marketing. It will be interesting to see how the counter-programming against Thor: Ragnarok works out for the new release. We will find out Monday morning…

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November 3rd

Thor: Ragnarok

Stars: Chris Hemsworth, Mark Ruffalo, Cate Blanchett, Tessa Thompson, Tom Hiddleston, Jeff Goldblum, Karl Urban

Director: Taika Waititi

Official Synopsis:

In Marvel Studios’ “Thor: Ragnarok,” Thor is imprisoned on the other side of the universe without his mighty hammer and finds himself in a race against time to get back to Asgard to stop Ragnarok—the destruction of his homeworld and the end of Asgardian civilization—at the hands of an all-powerful new threat, the ruthless Hela. But first he must survive a deadly gladiatorial contest that pits him against his former ally and fellow Avenger—the Incredible Hulk!

Judging from the early word, Thor: Ragnarok is Christmas come early for Marvel fans. The irreverent, yet relevant, third chapter of the Thor saga looks to give the franchise a makeover with eccentric filmmaker Taika Waititi at the helm. Getting to see Thor, Hulk, and even some surprise MCU characters in the same movie is like a Saturday morning cartoon dream made in reality. The entire industry will also be watching the unspoken showdown with DC Films’ Justice League which should add to intrigue of the release. This will be such fun!

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LBJ

Stars: Woody Harrelson, Bill Pullman, Jennifer Jason Leigh

Director: Rob Reiner

Official Synopsis:

After powerful Senate Majority Leader Lyndon Johnson (Woody Harrelson) loses the 1960 Democratic presidential nomination to Senator John F. Kennedy (Jeffrey Donovan), he agrees to be his young rival’s running mate. But once they win the election, despite his extensive legislative experience and shrewd political instincts, Johnson finds himself sidelined in the role of vice president. That all changes on Nov. 22, 1963, when Kennedy is assassinated and Johnson, with his devoted wife Lady Bird (Jennifer Jason Leigh) by his side, is suddenly thrust into the presidency. As the nation mourns, Johnson must contend with longtime adversary Attorney General Bobby Kennedy (Michael Stahl-David) and one-time mentor Georgia Senator Richard Russell (Richard Jenkins) as he seeks to honor JFK’s legacy by championing the historic Civil Rights Act of 1964.

2017 has taught us a lot of lessons about leadership, abuse of power, and the current state of race relations. Reiner is not a shrinking violet when it comes to his political leanings, so it will be interesting to see what his film has to say about the presidency. Woody Harrelson has long been one of my favorite actors and watching him disappear into the role of Lyndon B. Johnson is a solid dramatic ticket to balance out the whimsy of Thor: Ragnarok.

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Last Flag Flying

Stars: Steve Carell, Bryan Cranston, Laurence Fishburne

Director: Richard Linklater

Official Synopsis:

In 2003, 30 years after they served together in the Vietnam War, former Navy Corps medic Larry “Doc” Shepherd (Steve Carell) re-unites with ex-Marine Sal Nealon (Bryan Cranston) and Reverend Richard Mueller (Laurence Fishburne) on a different type of mission: to bury Doc’s son, a young Marine killed in the Iraq War. Doc decides to forgo burial at Arlington Cemetery and, with the help of his old buddies, takes the casket on a bittersweet trip up the East Coast to his home in suburban New Hampshire. Along the way, Doc, Sal and Mueller reminisce and come to terms with shared memories of the war that continues to shape their lives.

Linklater has been known for making nostalgic movies about growing up and capturing the feeling of historical eras. However, with his latest effort he is dealing with the inherent sadness and bonds that come from old age. The cast is beyond impressive, so it’s hard to imagine how this won’t be the perfect drama for a mellow night.

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November 10th

Murder On the Orient Express

Stars: Kenneth Branagh, Johnny Depp, Michelle Pfeiffer, Daisy Ridley, Michael Pena, Judi Dench, Tom Bateman, Josh Gad, Penelope Cruz, Willem Dafoe, Leslie Odom Jr.

Director: Kenneth Branagh

Official Synopsis:

What starts out as a lavish train ride through Europe quickly unfolds into one of the most stylish, suspenseful and thrilling mysteries ever told. From the novel by best-selling author Agatha Christie, “Murder on the Orient Express” tells the tale of thirteen strangers stranded on a train, where everyone’s a suspect. One man must race against time to solve the puzzle before the murderer strikes again.

It’s hard to dismiss or ignore Murder on the Orient Express’ star power and I am never too good for an old-fashioned caper flick. The first trailer left a lot to be desired, however the latest looks have shown enough of the story and action to get me all into the mystery. Let’s see if there is enough steam behind this freight train of a movie.

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Daddy’s Home 2

Stars: Mark Wahlberg, Will Ferrell, Mel Gibson, John Lithgow, John Cena

Director: Sean Anders

Official Synopsis:

In the sequel to the 2015 global smash, father and stepfather, Dusty (Mark Wahlberg) and Brad (Will Ferrell) have joined forces to provide their kids with the perfect Christmas. Their newfound partnership is put to the test when Dusty’s old-school, macho Dad (Mel Gibson) and Brad’s ultra-affectionate and emotional Dad (John Lithgow) arrive just in time to throw the holiday into complete chaos.

It’s rare when I get more enthusiastic about a comedy sequel than the original, however the casting of the Daddy’s Home 2 has me eagerly awaiting the upcoming follow-up. The trailer made me laugh out loud and watching Mel Gibson be a jerk…is well…perfect. The premise is standard 80’s fare, but it’s hard to imagine the film not being worth the price of admission.

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November 17th

Justice League

Stars: Ben Affleck, Gal Gadot, Jason Momoa, Ezra Miller, Ray Fisher, Jeremy Irons, Ciaran Hinds, Diane Lane, Connie Nielsen, J.K. Simmons, Amber Heard

Director: Zack Snyder (w/Joss Whedon)

Official Synopsis:

Fueled by his restored faith in humanity and inspired by Superman’s selfless act, Bruce Wayne enlists the help of his newfound ally, Diana Prince, to face an even greater enemy. Together, Batman and Wonder Woman work quickly to find and recruit a team of metahumans to stand against this newly awakened threat. But despite the formation of this unprecedented league of heroes—Batman, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, Cyborg and The Flash—it may already be too late to save the planet from an assault of catastrophic proportions.

This is the movie that will decide the entire future of the DC Films…so how could I not be there to find out for myself opening night. I unabashedly like the ambition of the flawed Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice and I’m eager to see what the Zack Snyder and Joss Whedon have come up with. Behind-the-scenes it will be interesting to see if the two directors have combined their powers to create an unexpected movie. Regardless, the kid in me who watched reruns of Superfriends and the Justice League cartoon can’t wait to see the team realized on the big screen.

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Roman J. Israel

Stars: Denzel Washington, Colin Farrell, Carmen Ejogo

Director: Dan Gilroy

Official Synopsis:

“Roman J. Israel, Esq.” is a dramatic thriller set in the underbelly of the overburdened Los Angeles criminal court system. Denzel Washington stars as a driven, idealistic defense attorney whose life is upended when a turbulent series of events challenge the activism that has defined his career. Colin Farrell costars as the ambitious, monied lawyer who recruits Roman to his firm.

The premise of the movie speaks to my inner social activist and Denzel is one of the best in the biz. But for some reason the trailer for this doesn’t quite do it for me. However, it’s hard to imagine a bad flick from Mr. Washington and this seems like a movie with the right thing to say for today.

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November 24th

Coco

Stars: Anthony Gonzalez, Gael García Bernal, Benjamin Bratt, Sofia Espinosa, Luis Valdez, Edward James Olmos, Selena Luna

Director: Lee Unkrich, Adrian Molina

Official Synopsis:

Despite his family’s baffling generations-old ban on music, Miguel (voice of newcomer Anthony Gonzalez) dreams of becoming an accomplished musician like his idol, Ernesto de la Cruz (voice of Benjamin Bratt). Desperate to prove his talent, Miguel finds himself in the stunning and colorful Land of the Dead following a mysterious chain of events. Along the way, he meets charming trickster Hector (voice of Gael García Bernal), and together, they set off on an extraordinary journey to unlock the real story behind Miguel’s family history.

The new upcoming flick, Coco, hasn’t all gotten a ton of advanced hype, however there is little reason for concern. Pixar rarely fails (The Good Dinosaur aside) and is probably the most reliable studio in the entire film industry. Add to the fact that it’s been a slow year for animation along with the colorful Latin flavor and this should be a solid family watch.

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scandalsavagefanfic · 6 years ago

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You Ra's/Jay gives me life. So much food for my overactive imagination. Lately its the werewolf Ra's/ turned omega Jason. How Jason would if Ra's gets interested by Tim or is able to capture Bruce or Dick? Or the Bats find and break in the Pack base on a full moon and kidnap a wolf treathning one of his pups, cue later and just. The. Shock.

First of all, thank you so much anon!

Second, here’s the second part of the alpha werewolf!Ra’s/ turned hunter omega!Jason AU. There will be at least two more parts based on asks that are already in my inbox.

Please, I’m begging you, don’t send me more asks on this one. At least until the final part, that clears out some more of these prompt/headcanon things… I’m so swamped. I love you guys and I would dearly love to give you everything but they take time and cut into my other commitments (if you’re one of the people waiting for the next chapter of Muddy Waters… all this extra Ra’sJay is affecting how long it’s taking me to work on that). I love these things too and I’m writing as fast as I can, I promise.

Anywho… here you go…

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Rated Mature (I guess? No explicit sex in this part but they are wolves)

(EDIT: This looks like it formatted very weirdly on the tumblr app...)

Read both parts on AO3

There is one incident whilethey are in Hungary. The pack goes hunting on the full moon, as usual, and leavesnewly pregnant Jason alone with his five pups and two guards, as usual.

There’s a commotion outsidethe door to the nursery where Jason, the moonlight from the window making his blackcoat glisten and the white streak along his spine look like it’s glowing, iscurled up protectively around his little fluff balls, all snoring softly ormaking those little high pitched whining noises they do while they chasesomething in their dreams.

He stands slowly not wantingto frighten his babies. For all that he hates his situation and Ra’s and theShadows and the fact that he has babies at all, he loves the littlemutts themselves. He’ll rip the throats out of whatever threat might comethrough that door.

But they look up at himanyway, jostled awake by his movements, with worry in their big puppy eyes. Hisfive little Alphas can sense his concern. So he noses them into a corner wherethe older three station themselves in front of their younger siblings, eventhough they all huddle together. Jason nuzzles them and gives them a littlelick on their heads, before taking up and hunched, aggressive position betweenthem and the door, bares his teeth and starts to snarl, low, deep, anddefinitely threatening.

He can’t help how hestraightens and whimpers in surprise when Bruce and Dick barge through, coveredin blood.

Guess the guards are donefor.

“We don’t have much timebefore the pack—“ Dick is saying as he enters and freezes when he sees a loneadult wolf and a bunch of pups.

“Holy shit,” he breathes.

Unless something has changedin the last year, they’d never seen werewolf babies before.

Jason doesn’t know what todo. He just stands there looking between them and hopes they don’t make himkill them. Or get himself killed.

“Bruce…”

“They’re still werewolves, Dick.”

Jason lowers himself into afighting stance again and growls. They both take a small step back.

“They’re… babies, Bruce,” Dickalmost whispers, horrified by the idea of killing the pups.

Jason relaxes a little. Hecan’t talk like this, not any human language, and he’s doing his damnedest tocommunicate to them to please not harm him and his kids. He’s tempted to sit,to try to show them that he doesn’t mean them any harm, but if they lunge forhim he’ll be unprepared.

Bruce swallows hard like hedoesn’t like the idea of hurting the little ones any more than his oldest. But Dick’seyes narrow at Jason.

“The mother isn’t attackingand only growled when you threatened them…”

Bruce glances at Dick quicklybefore looking back to him. Jason lets his tail wag to show that Dick is on theright track.

“You… don’t want to hurt usdo you?” Dick asks kindly but keeping his distance.

Jason gives a vigorous shakeof his head, pleading with them to understand.

His oldest (by about a minute,not that she lets that stop her from acting like she owns the place) leaps outin front of him growling, trying to protect her pack.

It’d be adorable if Jason’sheart wasn’t suddenly in his throat. He tries to reach for her, to stop her, tohold her back, but as Dick blinks in surprise, Bruce raises his gun.

On reflex Jason lets out aloud, terrified howl, taking half a step forward, the instinct to protect thegreater number of his pups battling fiercely with the desire to save the one.And still another part of him believes that lunging forward is the best way toget them all killed, and that staying put, beggingone part of his family to spare the other by proving that they’re not a threat,is the only way out.

“Bruce don’t!” Dick cries,grabbing onto the older man’s arm. Jason isn’t sure Bruce meant to fire at allif the surprise on his face when the gun goes off is anything to go by. But thesurprise of the pup jumping out at them and Dick’s frantic grasp makes theweapon fire.

The shot goes wide and Jasonyelps at a sudden burning sensation in his shoulder. He can feel the warmth ofhis blood trickling from the wound.

But he doesn’t care, barelynotices after the initial impact. Because his pup is still moving toward them,single minded in her biological drive to protect, growling in her precious babyvoice.

Jason is trembling,whimpering, he’s never been so afraid in his life. He doesn’t take his eyes ofher as she gets closer and closer to them.

Dick and Bruce look so lost.They obviously have no idea what to do.

When she’s a foot away, shestops growling and sniffs the air. She looks up, glancing between the hunters acouple times.

Then she paws at Bruce’s bootand yips up at him expectantly.

“What the hell?” Bruce exclaims,shocked and uncertain.

Dick’s eyes are wide and hisbrows are practically at his hairline. Which is exactly the look that would beon Jason’s face, if it were human.

When she’s ignored, the pupturns to Dick and gets up on her hind legs, pressing her front ones into Dick’scalf, and whines at him.

Dick looks at Bruce thenfocuses on Jason.

“Does… does she want me to… pet her?”

Jason glances between allthree of them. She must… think they’re pack. They smell like family to her.Jason’s heart swells even as it breaks.

He looks into Dick’s eyes andgives a single nod.

Dick hesitantly leans down whileBruce stares at Jason, making sure he doesn’t use the distraction to attack.

“This is the weirdest thing,”Dick mutters as he scratches her ears and she nuzzles into his hand.

Jason agrees.

“Agreed,” Bruce says.

Another moment passes and theballsy little girl rolls over so Dick can rub her belly.

Suddenly the almost comfortablesilence is split by a howl in the distance. But too close for comfort.

Jason cringes while Bruceturns toward the window. They must have heard his cry.

He doesn’t realize Dick’seyes find him and watch his reactions, curious.

“I’m not killing them,Bruce,” Dick says softly, “Any of them.”

Jason holds his breath,

“We… shouldn’t leave them to beraised with this pack, to grow into our enemies…” Jason’s heart thuds and hetries desperately to think of a way to tell them to take the pups and go. Hetrusts that Dick, at least, would protect them. And even Bruce doesn’t soundall that ready to harm them.

“I’m not killing them,” Dick reiterates very firmly, giving Jason’s pupone last scratch before standing and looking back to him.

“We’re gonna go, okay?” Dick saysto him, “I hope you remember this in the future.”

Jason will never forget.

And just like that they’regone.

Jason is glad he’s a wolfright now. Wolves can’t cry.

When the pack returns, waytoo close on the heels of the hunters, Ra’s, huge and imposing and overwhelmingly…Alpha, barges into the room snarling,enraged by the scent of human.

He takes a moment to check onhis pups, makes sure that they’re unharmed, before turning his attention toJason.

Jason flinches as the muchlarger wolf approaches and immediately soothes into submission when his Alphabegins to lick at his wound, cleaning it.

Eventually the blood is gone.But Ra’s doesn’t stop licking him, nosing at his neck and ears affectionately,until he’s nudged Jason into position.

It’s easy to give in. WhenRa’s is all fired up his scent is irresistible, especially if Jason is injuredor anxious or stressed. And he’s all those. Or was. A small part of him hateshow much better he feels since Ra’s arrived.

He whines when Ra’s entershim. He feels a wet tongue lick his nose and opens his eyes to see their oldestcurl up in front of him, touching her nose to his and happily dozing off nowthat her mother is safe and content.

He feels drugged up on the dotingand protective pheromones that hang thick in the air. When Ra’s bites him,knots him, and lets his weight sag against him the world feels right.

But in the far reaches of hismind he sees Dick smiling as he scratches the pup’s ears.

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