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itispossibleihaveissues · 8 years ago

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This Night Chapter 7

TITLE: This Night AUTHOR: Mikimoo RECIPIENT: tristen84 PAIRING: JayDick RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: Off screen Non-Con, murder of innocent young people, violence

SUMMARY: The Red Hood and Officer Grayson are on the same case. A small misstep has far reaching consequences for them both.

Thank you to burkesl17 for the beta!

Chapter 1, 2 3 4 5 6

“No!” Jason said, as firmly as he could without yelling. He waved Dick's discharge papers at him for emphasis. “You're not going back there, you are going the fuck home to recover!”

“I can't leave this unfinished, Jason!” Dick had his most obstinate face on, and was using Jason's full name which always meant trouble.

“You're on leave, dammit. You'll be met at the airport for a full debrief with the FBI agents taking over the case, and then you will be flown back to the Haven or Gotham where you will be further debriefed and put on leave until you are fully recovered!” So maybe Jason was not doing so great at the not yelling.

“Fine,” Dick said, the jut of his jaw hadn't lessened even a fraction and the stubborn anger in his gaze was still going at full throttle.

“That doesn't mean you can come back as Nightwing either, Dick.” Jason growled, he could already see he was going to have to stake out the bullheaded jackasses apartment to prevent it. “If you even think about it, I'll tell Bruce you're not fit.” He waved a hand as betrayal flooded Dick's face. “Not the specifics, but enough that he'll bench you.”

“You think he can? I'm a grown man, I work with him now, not for him.”

“Do you? Do you really, Dick? If he says jump you'll jump and we both know it.”

Dick huffed loudly, like a surly teenager. “You know me so well, Jason?”

“Stop being such an ass about this, give yourself a break.”

Dick looked like he was gearing up to really let rip, and Jason didn't honestly think he could handle it, so he made an effort to rein in his own temper. “Look, Just take a bit of time, then we will go in together, okay? I'll even play by your rules.” And he would. Mostly because he suspected Wilson was going to be pretty damn thorough with wiping out the Santa Prisca portion of ZK12. That left the American and European parts – Jason was planning to have a hand in some of that take down, he just had to bide his time.

Dick rubbed his hands over his face then looked at Jason with slightly wild eyes. “I can't sit around and do nothing, Jay. I can't, I'll lose it.” He ran a hand back through his hair, tugging on it sharply. He was acting like a caged animal.

“I'm not saying don't do anything useful, Dick. I'm just saying that heading back to the Santa Prisca strong-hold is not going to be productive – if we send someone there it shouldn't be us, not now at least.”

“Why? We're the best qualified,” Dick insisted.

Jason took a calming breath. He wanted to go too, but he didn't want Dick to go. That meant he had to play a little dirty. “We're too emotionally involved, we nearly died.”

“Nearly dying is basically every other day for us, so don't give me that bullshit.”

“Yeah, it is, but what happened to you terrified me!” Jason burst out, unable to contain himself. “I thought you were dead multiple times and I don't want to fucking deal with it yet, okay? I know if I go, I won’t be fully on the ball and I am not going to give those fuckers the satisfaction of getting one over on me again!” He took a calming breath. “When I go after ZK12, I'm going to be prepared and I'm going to get them all.”

Dick looked guilty now, which wasn't want Jason had been aiming for with his sudden honesty. This whole conversation was exhausting him. “Dick, just take a step back, what if our positions were reversed? What if, God forbid, it was Roy or Cassandra or Tim who had just been through what you have? How would you feel about them going back?”

“I would be afraid,” Dick admitted, after a moment clearly battling with himself. “I'd suggest they sat out until they were recovered.”

“Right. And then you would hare off and do it yourself. I get that. But I'm not asking you to stop trying to bring these fucks down, just leave the fighting part to others until you are back to full functionality. There is a shit ton of research to do – we need to get the entire organization, and we know very little about their operations in Europe. Let's do this smart, okay?”

Amazingly, Dick nodded and hobbled forward to snatch the discharge forms out of Jason's grip. “Since when did you get all sensible and shit?” he asked, signing the papers with a slightly shaky hand.

Jason was even more sure he was doing the right thing by preventing Dick from throwing himself back into this particular fight. He was still sick and emotionally wounded, getting him to take care of himself was going to be a challenge and Jason suspected it was going to be up to him. Whoopee.

“I've always been sensible, you people are the ones with dust for brains,” Jason said with a dismissive sniff.

“Oh, don't give me that, little brother, I can list a bunch of times you've been an idiot or just gone completely loco. I mean, the whole Murder!Batman shtick was pretty bonkers, and that one time you blew a hole in the GCPD to get at a guy in the lock up, then murdered him in front of the damn cops.”

“I'll give you the times when I was actually out of my mind, big deal. And that guy abused four children that we know of so he deserved it. Other than those very specific occasions, I've been very sensible.”

“You set fire to a nun,” Dick said, smugly, as he took off towards the door with a wobbly gait.

Jason followed behind him, waving his arms in indignation. “I did not!” he said, hotly. “I set fire to some textbooks, the nun was accidental collateral damage, and it was just her habit that got a bit singed – no real harm done.”

“That makes it okay then.”

“Well, they never sent me back to that group home that's for sure,” Jason grumbled. “How did you even find out about that?” It must have been from Bruce, the fucking traitor, although saying that – Bruce had been pretty forthcoming about the trouble Dick had gotten himself into during his years at the manor – the list of unfortunate incidents had been surprisingly expansive. He grinned. “If it's a competition between us, I can remind you of a fair few occasions where you have my indiscretions beat.”

“Like what?” Dick handed over his papers at the front desk and leaned heavily on the wall, trying to pretend he wasn't exhausted from the short walk.

That didn't mean Jason was going to take pity on him. “When you were fifteen, you and Roy got drunk at a Wayne Charity Gala, and you pissed off a balcony and onto the guests having a smoke round back.”

“That was Roy's fault!” Dick had gone a very fetching shade of pink.

“As I heard it, from Bruce, you knew exactly what you were doing. You managed to get a direct hit on Mr. Slate, the man responsible for signing the papers that had given the CPS permission to take you away from the circus and then for placing you in Juvie instead of proper foster care. So, tell me again how it was an accident?”

Dick looked sheepish, “I was was angry and drunk enough I probably would have done worse if Roy hadn't talked me down.”

“Harper being the voice of reason? Wonders will never cease.”

“Sort of reason, I did still piss on a bunch of people.”

“Sounds like something I would have done, to be honest,” Jason didn't bother to hide his admiration.

“You didn't have the monopoly on teenage angst and problems with rage, Jason. I was just lucky enough to survive mine.” Dick winced at his own words and a frown began to form on his face again.

Jason wanted to reach out to him. He wished he had known that younger Dick, really known him rather than what passed for their relationship a few years later. They probably would have burnt the manor to cinders or razed the city to the ground, but it would have been cathartic - misery loved company after all.

“Well,” he said, ignoring the shadowed look on Dick's face. “Your worst offence by far was when you crashed Bruce's 1954 Bentley when you were twelve and he grounded you for life. You should still be grounded.”

“I thought because it was old he wouldn't miss it as much!”

“A classic Bentley, Dick, practically vintage! And you murdered it, that's sacrilege in car terms.”

“Who did Grayson murder?” Ruiz joined them, still bruised but looking much better than the last time they had seen her.

“Bruce Wayne's car, a beautiful, beautiful car,” Jason told her as Dick stepped forward to give her a tight hug.

“Don't be such a sap, Grayson,” Ruiz said, her eyes suspiciously bright. “We have a long road ahead of us.”

“Yeah. What are you going to do? You can't return to work while this is on going, it's too dangerous.” Dick told her, repeating the exact thing Jason had just spent forty minutes arguing with him about. The man was clearly born to drive him crazy.

“I don't know,” she admitted. “My family have gone to stay with my mother, so they are safe for the moment. I can't allow them to be at risk, but I don't want to give up this fight either. My superiors want me in witness protection, but we don't know if even that is going to be safe, they have people in the force.”

“I know,” Dick said, unhappily. “Look, maybe I can pull some strings, get you out the country for a few months. Both the FBI and Interpol have an interest in this case and keeping you alive to testify is going to be crucial for them.”

“And how will you do that, Grayson?” Ruiz asked, sharply.

“Bruce Wayne has a lot of influence and a lot of cash. And he is going to be grateful you rescued his son,” Jason told her.

“Which son?” she shot back and Dick's eyebrows climbed so high they disappeared under the ridiculous fall of his hair.

“What's this?” he asked.

“I told some bad guys I was Bruce's illegitimate son in order to stop them shooting me.” Jason shrugged “I'm not, by the way,” he told Ruiz.

“Hmm,” Ruiz said, clearly unconvinced. “You're something to him though, and to each other. You don't risk the things you risked just for an acquaintance.”

“He would,” Jason jerked a thumb at Dick, who scoffed at him and made a face.

“So would you, you hadn't even met Ruiz and you helped me go back for her. At least I have the excuse that it's my job.”

“It's mine too, In a manner of speaking.”

“You're both idiots, is what you’re telling me?” Ruiz said, with a wry grin.

“Basically,” Dick agreed with an easy smile that was mostly real.

“And you both know each other from Bludhaven?”

“You are a relentless woman,” Jason sighed. “Yes, we know each other, have done for awhile – I guess you could say I'm a PI, like Dick said, so our paths have crossed professionally. But we also know each other via-” he scrunched up his nose trying to think of a good description. “Mutual family,” he finished at last.

Ruiz looked perplexed. “Okay, I'm not sure if that makes sense or not, but I’ll take what I'm given, for now.”

They headed towards the hospital entrance, where men in suits were waiting to take them to the airport. Jason really hoped the cover identity he and Dick had cobbled together for him held up under scrutiny. The internet connection had not been the best, or the most secure. Luckily they had access to some emergency pre-prepared electronic paperwork, provided for all of them by Alfred and Babs, to use when caught on the fly. Hopefully it was good enough to at least get them back to American soil.

They landed back in Gotham International at mid morning a few days later. All the debriefing had been grueling, but their story had held up. Neither they nor Ruiz had spoken much about the torture, just about the drugs and vague descriptions of beatings. They had agreed to keep Wilson's name out of it, just described him as some sort of private contractor fighting against the cartel who had helped them in the hopes of gaining information and cash. The story overall had been a little shaky, and there were some agents who clearly knew they were leaving stuff out, but the three of them held firm and stuck to their story.

Now it was time to go home and start recovering a little. That and put things into motion to get Ruiz to safety. She had balked at coming to America, but Jason figured they could negotiate with her to stay for a few months, or go somewhere else – Mexico or South America perhaps. Either way, they would make sure they had people to keep an eye on her wherever she ended up.

They stepped off the small private plane that had been provided for them to find Alfred waiting by one of Bruce's big grey cars, the winter sunlight hitting the bonnet like fireworks. Jason was torn between relief at being home and trepidation of having to face his family, even if it was just Alf.

He hesitated, he didn't want to keep his feet moving towards the car. either did Dick it seemed, he was tense and practically vibrating with anxiety as their boots hit the tarmac. And Jason couldn't leave him.

His warped sense of guilt and his over-protective instincts were going to fuck him up. But there was no way around it that he could see. His need to be there for Dick in some undefined way was going to take him right back into the jaws of his past, which was the last place he wanted to be after the few weeks they had just had.

“Hey, Alf,” Dick said, with a tight and unconvincing grin. “Thanks for picking us up.”

It was clear the fake cheer wasn't missed, as Alfred nodded a greeting. “Master Dick, I'm glad to see you home in one piece. Master Jason, a rare pleasure.”

Jason flushed and raised a hand in a half-hearted wave. He had not been prepared for this, he should have been. But he wasn't.

If he thought that was bad, sliding into the warm interior of the car and coming face to face with Bruce was like a nightmare come to life. For years he had dreamed of bumping into him while in his underwear or other awkward situations. This was way, way worse.

He froze, staring at Bruce's impassive face. Dick followed him into the car, still exchanging platitudes with Alfred. He had clearly expected Jason to have moved further inside and sat practically on his lap, making them both jump in surprise. Dick tumbled back out onto the tarmac. Jason remained where he was, eyes no doubt comically wide.

Bruce looked utterly mystified, or at least there was a confused furrow in his brow which conveyed as much.

“Dick?” he asked, “are you alright?”

The deep rumble of his voice, so totally different from Wilson's smug tones, made feeling crash into Jason like high tide against the rocks. He was usually so much more fortified for any meetings with Bruce – but now he was so raw from everything that had happened, he felt like just being in the man's presence could break him apart.

Dick's head appeared in the doorway, he was slightly pink from embarrassment. “Hey, Bruce,” He said, not meeting his eyes – always a fatal mistake. Instead he looked at Jason “What the hell, Jay? Move up.”

Jason moved. Which left him facing Bruce in the broad interior of the car. He wished it was Batman there to greet them instead. He knew how he felt about Batman, wasn't so conflicted and full of doubt.

Dick slid in beside him and shut the door, taking a moment to fiddle with his seat belt, perhaps attempting to collect himself, as Jason was also desperately trying to do. He hadn't expected this either.

Bruce was impassive, but he was watching Dick carefully. He may not be showing anything on his face, but he was clearly cataloging Dick's slightly odd behavior. Jason in turn, watched him for any sign he was going to do anything to upset Dick. Bruce often struggled to express his concern in a helpful or constructive way, and instead went for bluntness, irritation or flinty silence. Jason was aware that in this, he and the old man were very much alike, and he hated it.

“To what do we owe this honor?” Jason said into the awkward pause, forcing the words out and trying his level best to keep his voice nice and even.

“You fell off the grid for a week. First Dick takes off for work,” said with a surprising edge of scorn, "then I get the BPD knocking at my door saying he has been kidnapped, and to wait on a ransom that never came. I was concerned, ZK12 rarely return kidnap victims in good shape.” He didn't sound concerned, he sounded like he was placing an order in the World’s most mediocre restaurant. A clear sign he had probably been climbing the walls with worry.

“Why didn't you come rescue him then?” Jason snapped in spite of himself.

“Because I discovered you had also gone to Santa Prisca, and I decided the two of you together could probably take care of things, or at least let me know if that wasn't the case. At the time I believed no news was good news and you were both undercover. Was I wrong?”

And wow, to be giving that kind of trust, even in such a backhanded way, was so huge, so intense that Jason wouldn't know what to do with it on a good day. This however was not a good day. He had completely and utterly failed to do anything Bruce had put his faith in him doing.

He was surprised to find there were still new ways to feel completely crushed.

He sat mute and wide eyed staring at Bruce with his mouth slightly open, like a landed fish. What the fuck could he say? Could he say anything without having a complete emotional meltdown? He honestly wasn't sure.

“No, you weren't wrong,” Dick said, his voice was thick, and he cleared his throat loudly. “I was careless and got caught, Jason rescued me. If he hadn't I might never have got out. They used a drug on me I'm unfamiliar with. We did have a look at the properties of it – Jason ran tests in the field to prevent side effects when he gave me antibiotics. We have all the data, if we run it through the computer in the cave I bet we can find trace hits in that people trafficking case from Gotham North last month – I wager that's what they were hitting the victims with and it wouldn't have shown up in any of the regular tests.”

And with that, Bruce allowed himself to be distracted. But Jason suspected it was only superficial, he was still watching them both very carefully. Dick was now making a good show of acting normal, but it had been a shaky enough start that Bruce was clearly suspicious. And Jason was acting far from normal too despite his best efforts, he was usually so full of piss and vinegar whenever they had contact that his silence was probably an even bigger warning sign than Dick's awkwardness. At least Dick could pass his off at embarrassment for his 'stupidity' in getting caught.

Taking the blame for what had happened was such a typical Dick thing. A month ago Jason would have sneered at it, mocked and berated him for his dumb-ass martyr complex. But now, he was covering for Jason's mistakes and not only that, he was blatantly forgiving them.

It was intolerable.

Suddenly Jason's skin felt itchy, like there were insects made of doubt and shame crawling all over him. He couldn't breathe in the damn car, he had to get out.

As they drew towards the intersection at 23rd and 12th Jason unbuckled his belt. Dick shot him a wide eyed glance, but before he could say anything, they stopped at the lights and Jason threw open the door, practically falling onto the sidewalk in his haste to escape. He heard Dick calling his name but he ignored it and took off as fast as his throbbing ankle could carry him.

He was running on instinct, down familiar alleys and side streets, vaulting the fence at old Martins place and twisting through the doorway of the abandoned grocery shop on the corner. When he finally came to a halt, close to one of his shabbier safe houses, all he could do was sink to the floor and try to breathe. He honestly couldn't deal with this, with any of it.

Fuck, Dick was taking things better than him. He needed a drink, but failing that, he needed to hit the streets and beat the fear and confusion out of himself.

Evening found him pacing his safe house like a trapped beast. He was feeling terrible for abandoning Dick, and for the questions he had probably had to field on Jason's behalf. But the prospect of having to go to the manor to see him was not bearable, and unnecessary anyway. If he was there then he was safe and someone would be making sure he was looking after himself, but what was the probability of that actually being the case? It was far more likely he had gone home to Bludhaven like the annoying self sacrificing prick he was. And that meant that at best he would be moping and at worst, Nightwing would be preparing to hit the streets in an hour or so. And that was a recipe for disaster.

“Fuck!” Jason chucked his half empty can of beer in the direction of the sink. It wasn't helping anyway, and any more and he wouldn't be able to suit up and hit the roof tops, let alone drive to the Haven. Which appeared to be what he was doing, judging by the fact he was already out of the door, keys to his bike in his hand.

He justified it to himself as he drove, if Dick was there, he would need watching because he was a moron. If he wasn't in the Haven, then his patch was undefended and Jason would be more use there than Gotham, which tended to be rather saturated with vigilantes these days.

It was a completely logical course of action.

He decided to scope out Dick's shitty apartment from the roof of the chicken shop across the way rather than knock on the door. Most of the apartment seemed dark, except for the hallway and bathroom lights. He was fairly sure even Dick would have remembered to switch his lights off before going away on a long term mission. Probably.

He would just wait for a bit, and then head out, that way he could cover all his bases. Jason flipped out his binoculars and settled back to watch.

“Papa Bat teach you those manners? Spying is pretty invasive, you know,” Dick said, from somewhere behind him, making Jason jump and cuss colorfully before spinning round to face him.

Dick was dressed in ratty sneakers, leggings and a big warm sweater. He looked like he belonged on the rooftop as much as Nightwing did, like he owned it. But he also looked like a slob, and leggings? Really? Jason was surprised at the rush of warmth that overtook the embarrassment at having been caught stalking him.

“The fuck you wearing, Dick?” he asked, with as much of a sneer as he could put in his voice.

Dick looked down at himself. “What these? Running tights. They're warmer than slacks or sweats and better for clambering on rooftops.”

“Uh huh.”

“Whatever, at least I'm not hanging around on freezing cold buildings and spying on people.”

“How'd you know?” Jason asked.

Dick's lips twitched. “Lucky guess. Although if I'm honest, this is the second spot I checked.” He shrugged. “I figured you might want to check up on me, you've been bizarrely attentive since we got to the hospital.”

“Yeah, well,” Jason said, pointlessly. It was unnerving that he had been so transparent, even more so that he hadn't really noticed himself doing it. But he supposed all the hand holding and sappy shit had been a bit out of character.

“I have food inside, enough for two.” Dick pushed off the building he was leaning against and started towards the fire escape.

Jason was slightly perturbed he had apparently been such a sure thing Dick had even planned to feed him. He got up stiffly and followed. “You didn't cook it though, right?” He asked as he swung down after Dick, who was scaling down the building effortlessly, despite his bad leg. “I've heard tales of your cooking, none were complimentary.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dick said, “those stories have been greatly exaggerated. I'll have you know I'm a wizard with the microwave these days.”

Food was actually spaghetti bolognese, and although the sauce was mostly from a bottle, it was a satisfying meal with the addition of mince and some frozen veg. The silence while they ate was companionable, and Jason felt at ease for the first time in far too long.

After dinner, Dick shoved the dishes into the sink and waved off Jason's offer to clean them, instead he ushered him through to the living room and sat on the big comfy chair, dislodging a small pile of dirty laundry and take-out menus.

Jason chose the sofa, which was relatively free of debris, he did find one of Dick's escrima sticks wedged behind the cushion, but that was the only offensive item. Dick flicked the TV on wordlessly, hunting thought he channels with a quiet determination. It was clear he didn't want to talk and Jason decided to give him his space.

“What horrifying show are you going to subject me to?” he asked, as Dick failed to settle on a channel.

Dick looked relieved, like he had been expecting Jason to insist on talking about things. Like he would.

“Dunno,” he said, “maybe this documentary about mermaids?”

“Why the fuck would I want to watch that?”

“Because mermaids, Jason. Who doesn't love mermaids?”

Jason hid a grin and leaned back in his seat, shoving aside a stack of messy note pads with his socked foot so he could rest it on the small coffee table. Dick didn't seem to care about the abuse of his furniture and swung his own legs over the arm of the chair. Curling into his ridiculous sweater and twitching his feet like he couldn't keep still.

It occurred to Jason that although Dick had made a good argument for the leggings, the true reason for his choice of attire might be a little more complicated. They were the closest thing to his Nightwing suit in terms of strong figure hugging material he could possibly get away with. The suit was more than just a costume, it was wrapped up with so much self. A shield, a comfort, it represented strength and safety.

It was the same reason Jason was wearing his old battered body armor under his shirt.

Both of them were still struggling to deal with all that had happened and all that was to come, and Jason was genuinely concerned about what lay ahead for Dick, who followed in the family footsteps and tended to deal with the bad shit by ignoring it or self flagellating.

It was going to be a hard road, but right now there was a scene of calm, and Jason found himself enjoying the easy silence as Dick sniggered at the TV and jiggled his legs around annoyingly.

There would be time to deal with the crap tomorrow, or the next day. For now he was just glad they were both home safe.

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And that's it for now! (sequels, prequels etc are in the works.)

Thank you for your patience, tristen84, I hope you enjoyed it! (only 4 months late this time!)

And thank you all for reading and for all the wonderful comments and kudos!

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loyal-royal-panda · 8 years ago

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Emotional Failure and BONKERS LONG FAN FICTION! by LoCo-LoBos

Bellwether needed something to take her edge off. Preferably something alcoholic. She tapped her hoofs at her keyboard in the mayor’s office as she made her way through the photo library of one upcoming mayor Judy Hopps. Perusing her way through family photos and all the photos she dumped to her FurBook after her tabloid team outed Judy as predsexual. She was instantly reminded by how badly that backfired, of course she won more supporters against Hopps, but the bunny got more than her. She was winning the game and Bellwether hated it. And now it was all Swinton’s fault!

She pressed her hoof on her speaker connected to her personal little manservant. “Matthew, get me the green vodka.” She received a yes and felt relieved. The panda was more like a sheep than she was! always wanting to follow the herd. She felt bad for him when he was the only predator to even apply for the job to drive her around and wait on her. She suspected he used that time to watch his shows and EweTube videos. And besides; having a predator near her help raise numbers. Created the illusion of inclusion. “Look at me! I don’t hate preds! I have one standing next to me!”

It used to.

She had to guess he was a Hopps supporter behind her back. But if she fired him now it would only bite her back later with how low her support was right now.

But that wouldn’t matter soon, it was almost time. She just needed things to reach critical mass.

And then everyone would sing her praise.

She made her way further through the summer photos. They had started to feature the fat fox more; it must have been around the time their disgusting relationship started after her family let him live with them. She hated it. Why? What did that bunny see in him? It had to be something other then her predator fetish.

Then there were the beach photos.

Photo after photo of the Hopps clan in swimwear. The kits playing, the adults splashing. The fox in a few shots either dry or mildly wet. She had to guess he was scared of the collar. They were water proof but water was water, and if the collar were to go off it would shock that much more , as well as shock others in the water.

She flipped more and more and she began to notice something. Something that hit her full force in the next picture.

The fox was shirtless. In shorts. In a shot that showed of his whole body obscured. She tried not to pay attention to his thick furry arms, or his soft looking gut. His legs.

His…chest.

Suddenly bellwether recognized a sensation she only felt when she was at home browsing on her phone before she showered.

“Oh no…” she thought. “He’s hot!”

She contemplated saving the photo to her “special” library, but Matthew just walked in, drink in hand. She scrambled to change tabs. Appearing to be lazy was better than anyone seeing her like this. “Swinton is on her way up mam.” She thanked him. He left. And she changed back to the tab. She absorbed his image. She changed to the next. And the next. Stopping to save any solo pictures of him for “review” later. She suddenly hated Swinton more. And herself just a bit.

The doors opened to reveal Swinton. “What are you doing Dawn?” The pig asked in familiar tone that friends would use. Witch right now they were not. Bellwether once again scrambled to close the tab. “nothing just…” she looked for a reply. She had nothing. “Just some porn.” Swinton gave her a quizzical look. “O-o-ok, so, you wanted to talk to me?” She did. She did a month ago when she had made the attempt to get Judy killed.

And then Swinton had the gall to take a vacation and not call back!

“Yes. I want to talk to you about why you went behind my back, and had Judy Hopps attacked without my approval!”

“Your approval? She was beginning to win! She had to be removed.”

“It was too obvious! Doug was only supposed to record her supporter’s faces for us. Mammals already suspect us and now you’ve legitimized them! And just to top the cake; Bogo is on to us, the ZPD is against us!” she took a breath. “They saw Doug! Their on the lookout for a ram! And Judy Hopps can’t be found!”

“I trying to help us win Dawn! She was winning! So what if they suspect us more? That buys us more time to make things right! You can’t get rid of me now!”

Bellwether had enough. “They have a sample!” Swinton’s frustration halted. “When you called Doug, we had no plan. He panicked and had to disable the fox’s collar with the Night howler!” She took off her glasses and rubbed her face. “Go to the labs. Make sure it’s on schedule to be ready by the concert. We will talk about this later after we cool down.”

“is this your way of saying I'm on a time out?”

“yes.”

Swinton walked off, fuming. If she was in charge, they wouldn’t even have to deal with predators. She didn't even know why Bellwether even had any working in the capital building. She walked passed the panda she saw every time Dawn when somewhere. His face stuffed into a laptop playing Seal Universe. She needed to reminded herself to mark him for Doug. He might say no since bellwether was bound to have Doug call her for confirmation. But if a predator on their side went savage it might just even things out for the public.

In her office, Bellwether sighed and pressed the button again “Matthew…book me for a spa day tomorrow.”

“Yes mam.”

Judy wasn't sure how long she had been walking in the Detention facility, she must have gotten lost. But her luck seemed to turn when she came into the hallway Gideon was kept in. She walked down for a while more down the corridor, the other predators eyes watching her. She couldn't see what species they were; but she could hear them. Weak raspy breaths, whines and claws lightly tapping the floor and pathetically striking the glass.

Then she came up to his cell. The glass door open

And he was their lying on his side, fully clothed, facing her. The room seemed to disappear. Nothing else mattered. Gideon needed her! She rushed over to him and lifted his head.

“Judy?” his voice, thick as molasses and as sweet as sugar, she felt so happy to hear his voice again. “Y-You came back!” She hugged him taking in his warmth. “A-a-after what I-I-I did you came back!” She missed his dorky stutter. She needed to comfort him. She needed to save him. “I'm not gonna let go Gideon. I'm never gonna let you go.” she held him closer.

“Theirs so much Blood Judy!” she felt an icky dampness between them. She pulled away, but didn't let go. “Theirs too much of it.” she wasn't sure how she never noticed the blood. His face was caked in it. Dry, brown, black, dead blood. Its rank smell giving her a headache.

It was hers. All of it was hers.

“I'm sorry Judy! I just hurt you all over again.” his face was wet.

He wasn't next to her anymore.

“Do ya honestly love me?” Judy couldn't respond.

“Am I just another mammal for you to save from the bad guys!” She wanted to speak.

But she couldn't.

“Are you afraid of me?”

She cant.

Gideon's face turned pained.

“Your still just playing cop after all!” He ran. She ran

“Gideon, Come back!” As she chased after him the darkness turned into a part of the burrows she hated being in.

The apartment. The crowd. The megaphone in her paw. A stolen cruiser. Her training uniform.

He was standing high above her. She was on the ground.

She knew the words. She said the words!

But this time words failed her.

He didn't. He never did.

But this time he did.

Judy felt hot in her blanket. She gave a frustrated groan. Normally she would like to fall back asleep, but today she dreaded it. Her mind fell back on the nightmare she just had. It was all fleeting and vague, but one part stuck out like a jagged thorn in her memory.

“Do ya honestly love me?” Of course she did. Didn't she? Why did those words resonate?

He wasn't “just another mammal for you to save from the bad guys!” She needed to get up already before she entered some kind of existential coma.

She removed her blankets and sat up, taking in what was her room for the past week. The room would have been small to a larger mammal. The walls were dirty. The desk stained with the condensation from cups without coasters. The carpet floor the same as both. She had done her best to fix it. But even her mothers legendary skills could not murder the echo of the demon who slept in this room.

Her mom gave nick an earful about living condition hygiene, although he was pleased with how much they were able to clean it. “It hasn't looked this clean since the day I got it! And it was covered in mildew and plants!”

The room was drenched in his stench for the first few days. It was like Gideon's. All foxes had a smell that was thick, but like any mammal, everyone had a smell that was their own. It was just harder for mammals outside of ones own species to detect. Judy wished she could point out the big difference other then it being diluted.

She left the room and stepped outside into the repurposed office building housed inside the abandon factory indoor amusement park. She stepped up to the balcony. It was a high up office box. Most likely were the workers would have been supervised from. The entire first floor down the steps was consumed by Honeys little “you cant hide any secret from me” surveillance monitors. Cameras pointed everywhere throughout the park, outside, and no doubt her new room. With Honey staring red eyed at computer playing. Munching on a Bug-Burger. She walked down into her domain.

“Don't be worried about your foxy friend.” She took a bite. “They don't do much to hurt them in the facility.” She swallowed. “worst they'll do is test a phony cure on him and call it a failure.” Judy was nonplussed. “how did you know I was-” Honey pressed a remote and a video of her room rewound. “you didn't actually say anything, but boy! That upset scowl! And who else would you be worried about? You know other then Bellwether having a car watching your family in the burrows”

“SHE WHAT!”

“Oh don't act supersized. Its the logical choice for her to make. Lucky for you your family is just bonkers boring farmers, so, not that much scandal materiel their.” Judy would normal take much more offense to that statement. But something else needed her attention. “Did you just say Supersized?”

“I've been up for 72 hours sue me.”

Judy apologized and left the office down the stairs to the actual park. The rest of her day waiting.

Clawhauser was working on the rides again. Every day was the same with him. A day to live up, and maintain the rides with his fur smeared in grease and oils. He was working on the twirl-a-thon today. “Hi Judy! Did you enjoy last night!” she smiled back at his fat friendly face. “It was just great Ben! I'm starting to get used the excitement here at night.”

“you know instead of admiring it from the office you could come down and partake?” Judy would like to. But she felt like the amusements were meant only for predators. “Its like I said. I wouldn't want some kid to miss the time of his life just because some bunny wanted a free pass.”

“That's exactly what I told you Carrots.” Nick stepped from behind the twirl-a-thon, also covered in oils. “Wild times was built by preds, for preds. Even then theirs the compatibility issue. The theming of the rides. I doubt you could even keep up with the howl along. Unless your hick boy-toy gave you lessons” Judy felt her frustrations come back, remembering why she needed to avoid him. “Also, I know people who would want you to owe them a favor.” She wondered why. But maintaining an illegal park, meant their was illegal loans. “like who?”

“people.”

Her thoughts were interrupted by a deep resonance, booming and echoing though the indoor park. A voice.

“Nick! Come on man don't be rude. Shes a bunny, not a moron.” Judy turned to the new voice.

It was a small fennec fox. He would have looked like a child at a glance if it weren't for the beer can in his paws. “Hey Fin! Whats today's good news?” The smaller fox's expression remained unchanged. “Their is no good news with Big Nick. But your lucky he found out about her.” he lifted a finger at the rabbit, and Judy felt like her life was once again in danger. “Me?” Benjerman and Nick gave her a their attention.”what I do?”

A small raspy voice broke whatever calmness nick and his friends had. “Nothing that's your fault my dear.” A polar bear in a suite walked up to them and stopped. His hands clasped in front of his belly opened to reveal a shrew in a appropriately sized chair.

Finnick spoke up. “koslov's kid saw her up watching from the office from one of the rides. Big took notice on how no one could find that bunny and figured it out.” Judy felt shame despite herself. Nick could be in trouble now. Even his smirk was absent.

“Now that we know shes your guest, it opens opportunity's for us we would be remiss to ignore.” he turned to nick. “we want to reopen the discussion of your debt Wilde. And what she can do for us in exchange for our help in her campaign.”

All eyes were on nick now. “So whats the revised version?” Big spoke “We want to talk with her about going easy on our...Enterprises...when she hits office. If not, we want our money paid back in full before the end of the year.” Judy felt put on the spot. She wasn't going to become a corrupt mayor before she even starts! She was about to speak up when nick suddenly broke into a sly smile.

“She wont need to. When she becomes mayor, she will have the power to make this giant money sink legitimate! And when its legitimate, pray will have to be let in! And they outnumber us ten to one! we'll make that much more money! So by years end, baring the money to clean this place up and add new attractions, you'll have your money back with extra!”

“your clever wild. That's why I like you. I am satisfied for now. Miss Hopps, as much as I would have liked you to owe me a favor, it would still benefit me if you won the race regardless. I only came here to make sure Nick kept his part of the bargain. So I will provide you my help regardless. No charge.”

“Thank you for the offer Mr Big. But I would hate it if bellwether had more ammunition to use against me.” Big smiled. “Then come to my daughters wedding. I have a habit of inviting famous mammals, so it would not be suspicious. I will share with you what I know their. Just know that Bellwether and Swinton will be their too.”

The rest of the day went by as it usually did, save for Finniks new presence. His voice clashing with nicks on occasion. Honey boasting about having a recording of Judy “having tea with cthulhu.” Benjamin eating a box-full of doughnuts after completing the repairs. Her mom discovering about the wedding and going on about what to wear.

And the whole time Nick was with her mom talking about Judy. And she did her best to ignore how dangerously close they sounded like they were flirting. And no doubt her mom was getting ideas. Rabbits, like most species that breed prodigiously, approached sex differently then other mammals. One could be faithful to their significant other and still have sex with others. She wasn't sure if Nick knew about this.

Ew. Being reminded of her mother's active sex life was bothersome when when it was with her dads siblings and other mammals around bunny burrow. But Nick and her mom was just disgusting! Then it dawned on her. Gideon had lived with them for a while. Who's to say she hasn't thought about doing the do with him!? Get the idea of foxy fun times from smelling him!? Or her bothers and sisters thinking the same! His thick smell was allover the place!

Oh Serendipity! She infected her family with foxy fever!

She needed a drink. Lucky for her the park was closed tonight and the “Wilde gang” liked to sit around a campfire in the indoor park. Everyone was there. Her mom, Clawhouser, Finnick, Honey, and Nick. Trading stories and having a good time with cheap beers and snacks.

“So Ben, what's your big story?” Her mother asked. “Well, my boyfriend and I finally had a video chat to talk about going to see a movie together!” He gave a chipper laugh. Nick gave him a friendly pat on the back while Honey and Finnick wooed. “He still said he wasn't comfortable about publicly showing pride but he said getting seats that happen to be together would be a good place to start to working towards it.” Judy had to know. “Why do you need to hide? who's the lucky mammal?” Clawhouser blushed and twiddled his digits. “Oh hes just a pray I met on an online form, we shared ideas and other stuff. Then we started video chatting and then we just noticed how our banter started becoming a little...suggestive.”

“Oh I know that.” Bonnie spoke up. “I have almost three hundred kids, and I see the stuff they text and talk about with their friends. Then I let Gideon live with us and suddenly their asking each other “Are preds bigger then rabbits? I think I'm predsexual!” Or my personal favorite “Do you think Gideon would be open to the idea?”

Judy palmed her face. Dragging her lower lids and exposing the flesh to the cool air. “Dear god mom! Its not like you were immune!”

“Well who's fault is that? Hm? I wasn't the one to drag a fox to our front door begging for him to have a place to stay.” They laughed.

Nick broke into the conversation. “So you literally Dragged your Boy-toy to meet the family, I don't know if you know this, but you don't normally bring your fun time friend with benefits to meet the family.” Judy have him a glare. “Hes my boyfriend! Not my Boy-toy! It may not be traditional, or even natural for all you care, but I love him.” Nick narrowed his brow and gave her a smirk.

Clawhouser tried to defuse the situation.“uh guys come on we were just having a good time.”

“You wanna know what I honestly think. I think hes just another mammal for you to save from the bad guys!”

Judy stopped. She just stopped.

He cant be. He wasn't. Gideon wasn't.

She couldn't think. When did she fall in love. Why did she love him.

And then she got mad.

Her voice was deliberate and clear at first. “So what? So what if he is? So what if I just fooled myself into thinking I love him? At least I'm helping him! Not like the mammals who should have, and left him to on his own!” her voice was breaking. “A-all that time after his parents died, only him and his grandma! And me! The girl who hated him for all those years till I-I saw what was happening! When I couldn't ignore him being pushed around anymore.”

“Judy” Bonnie needed to help her daughter. The other staring at her.

She started sniffing. “And I became his friend. The only fox in Bunny Burrow. When everyone wanted to just forget him. All around high school it was just me being his friend in the small ways that mattered to him. And I caused so much more grief for him when he realized what I meant to him. Cuz he was scared that I would hurt him. Just like his father hurt him.”

Nick watched her closely. Watched her slow down.

“And I was scared too! That day! Th-That stupid day after training! Th-that stupid day he just couldn't take anymore. And I saved him! I said the words and he went back in and I came to him and hugged him and cried with him.”

She took shaky breaths. And then Nick asked her. “Do you love him?” Because he honestly wanted to know.

“That's what I'm so scared of, that I might actually not love him. All of my life I romanticized justice, and saving people from injustice. And Gideon was the face I used for it. He was the bad guy! How could I love someone I hated for so long, after he marred my face and put down my dreams.” Nick realized he was becoming invested. But he needed to hear more.

“What changed. What do you think made you “think” you love him”

“Seeing him in high school after the collars came. He was an angry kid with no way to vent. So I became his friend and listened to him. And then collage came for me and he lived with his grandma. And at the end I had to make a choice to either stay with him or go live my dream.” She closed her eyes and sighed.

“I made a mistake.” Bonnie clasped her paws over judys. “He was alone in the end.”

“That day. That day when my friend Sharla called me after police training that he was going to jump. I stole a cruiser and I saw him up their. I said the words that saved his life. And I realized as I spoke that I loved him, and when we hugged he told me he was scared that he loved me. And I promised him I would never leave him alone again.”

Nick sat there. Absorbing her story. The he spoke. “All right. You've convinced me. No one acts like you do without love making you stupid enough to try and fix the world just for one guy. Congratulations Carrots. I'm gonna make it up to you.” Judy wiped her face with a tissue Clawhouser had handed her. “how are you gonna make it up to me?” She stated in a disbelieving tone. “After all those jabs at me and Gideon?” he sat down next to her.

“First. Ill share you my sob-story. Then I'm gonna get you drunk and happy. And finally, ill let you hit me all you want after the hangover.

“lets change up that order.” She slugged him in the arm. It took him a moment to register it. “Ow.” He stated almost plainly. “Let me have one free pass a day until I think you've made it up to me Slick.” She smiled

He smiled back. “That I can do Carrots.”

“I was maybe eight or nine and, all I wanted to do was join the junior ranger scouts...”

Judy was once again their. With the Mega-phone and the stolen cruiser. He was standing outside the window on a ledge.

She knew the words.

She took the breath she took before.

She said the words.

“Gideon, I know that it looks bad. And guess what, its not. Its not OK! Nothing is fine. But you cant jump. If you do, you'll just be another predator on the newspaper. And everyone will forget you.”

She kept herself from trembling.

“But your not just another predator! Your Gideon Gray! Your scared, I know. But so am I. The world just seems to get worse and worse and I know it looks like theirs no end. We have to make it end! Not in one big moment, but in the small ways. You showed me that!”

she took the steps toward him. His eyes were on him.

“I used to see you as the bad guy. Then I saw you as a kid who was in pain. And now your my best friend! You changed me and I changed you! Your Mr Superman! You made a bunny see why she wanted to be a cop! But if it means I abandon my best friend, then I don't want it anymore.”

they stared at each other forever. “I'm going up. Please talk to me.”

She saw him go back in. and she walked in the apartment. And she rushed up the stairs. And ran to his room.

And their he was, curled up against the wall, sobbing to himself. She looked at him and he looked at her. And she walked to him. He shifted to kneel to her height.

And they hugged. Rubbing and patting each others backs. Whispering comforts to each other. His apology for hurting her again. Her apology for leaving him. And then he said the words.

“I think I love you Judy.”

She replied.

“I think I do too. And I'm never letting you go.

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ligiaonwlz · 5 years ago

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This is exactly what is worrisome for me and many people with disabilities. It's like we're invisible. It is already so difficult to find people to come and provide caregiving services for us in our homes as it is, if our communities go on "lockdown"what are people that need care in their homes going to do? When you have to depend on others to eat, shower, do anything with assistance it becomes very scary especially when you don't have a strong support system, when you are isolated. However, even when you need assistance it's worrisome because you don't know people's habits outside of when you see them.

I have a higher level cervical spinal cord injury which compromises my lung capacity and breathing. A respiratory infection can put me back on a ventilator, and / or kill me. With limited supplies and equipment hospitals have staying healthy is critical.

While many are practicing "social distancing", figuring out how not to go bonkers from their cabin fever, many are wondering how they're going to get water, shower, food, supplies they need.

Store shelves are completely empty with critical supplies people need for their health and personal care because people are hoarding things.

There are so many things to consider when you live with a disability that you may not have to when you don't.

Esto es exactamente lo que es preocupante para mí y para muchas personas con discapacidad. Es como si fuéramos invisibles. Ya es muy difícil encontrar personas que vengan y nos brinden servicios de cuidado en nuestros hogares, ya que si nuestras comunidades se "encierran", ¿qué van a hacer las personas que necesitan atención en sus hogares? Cuando tiene que depender de otros para comer, ducharse, hacer cualquier cosa con ayuda, se vuelve muy aterrador, especialmente cuando no tiene un sistema de apoyo fuerte, cuando está aislado. Sin embargo, incluso cuando necesita ayuda es preocupante porque no conoce los hábitos de las personas fuera de cuando las ve.

Tengo un nivel más alto de lesión de la médula espinal cervical que compromete mi capacidad pulmonar y mi respiración. Una infección respiratoria puede volver a ponerme en un ventilador y / o matarme. Con suministros y equipos limitados, los hospitales tienen mantenerse saludables es fundamental.

Mientras muchos practican el "distanciamiento social", descubriendo cómo no volverse locos por la fiebre de it's that inside bottles, muchos se preguntan cómo van a obtener agua, ducharse, comida y suministros que necesitan.

Los estantes de las tiendas están completamente vacíos de suministros críticos que las personas necesitan para su salud y cuidado personal porque las personas están acumulando cosas.

Hay tantas cosas de qué considerar cuando vives con una discapacidad que tal vez no tengas que inside cuando no lo tienes que vivir

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