#big sis robin has got their backs

[l-in-the-light]

One Piece Chapter 1126 commentary

Fresh spoilers under cut!

Yes, Luffy, you're right. Anyone would be curious after 100 years. I just can't with Luffy sometimes. I still wonder if this serves as foreshadowing that Luffy will become immortal smh.

Such cheerful idiots. They remind me so much of Zoro and Sanji, and they also served as parallel to them all the way back in Little Garden too.

Just look at them. They love each other so much, my god. I guess in One Piece, fighting each other constantly means you just love them so much you can't refuse any opportunity to interact, geez.

Also it's so sweet that Dory and Broggy still keep it a secret that their weapons broke down because they helped Strawhats leave the island. They will take that secret to their graves, won't they.

This is so wholesome. Kuma's consciousness might be barely there, he can't even speak, but Bonney knows it's still her dad and wants to just spend time with him together <3

I admit this hit me right in the feels. Bartolomeo knows that if he asked for help, Luffy would run miles to him, but he just won't because he doesn't want to be a burden.

I don't think I ever saw Shanks doing that expression before... I wonder if Bartolomeo's words just hit too close to home.

Also hi Shanks, finally I get to see you more often than once every 200 chapters, about the effing time. Don't spoil me too much or I might expect seeing you more often from now on, and I'm not ready for the disappointment if that's not the case!

"Softer than I expected", oh, Bartolomeo, you have NO IDEA. He's so right though.

Oh. My. God. When was the last time I saw you smile like that, Shanks?? Must be a thousand years ago! All the way back when Ace visited you and thanked you for saving Luffy's life. And before that? Must be in East Blue with Luffy. It was way too long. Please smile more often, you doofus! Bartolomeo, honestly thank you for exisiting. You made this man smile like this again <3 also you're a chad Barto, please, you're great.

Also Shanks, you have no idea how many people are doting on Luffy! Lots of very nice people. I wish you could have met Law as well...

And boom, another young pirate crew got eradicated. Seeing Shanks reactions in this chapter though makes me more convinced that Kid will be fine and alive too. Narrator in One Piece is so unreliable lol.

Speaking of narrator in One Piece... who is it actually? Who is commenting the events for us? Is it you, Morgans?? Admit it, you stupid bird!!

I don't believe you even for a second Kuzan. Not after that trick you pulled off with Saul. You clearly did everything you could to SAVE Garp's life there. He was in such a bad shape too, after all. Garp's rep is insane btw. And he looks a lot like Ace locked away forever ago in Impel Down...

Big bro and Big Sis? Caribou, do you mean Devon and Augur by that? LOL. Or does Caribou actually have a big sis??

Hello, new adventure of Strawhats in a Lego land! God, how much I envy them! I also want to explore a lego land!

Okay, so what happened here. Did they shrink and now they're dolls in a lego house? Because this is not Elbaf. It's not like I thought it will be Elbaf anyway, I read a good theory that Elbaf won't happen yet, we're entering floating storyline arc. It might be wrong, because it predicted Strawhats somehow landing in G-14 base (which is supposed to be somewhat near to Egghead, that's where the kids from Punk Hazard are kept, as well as many Sword members are part of it).

But let's explore the possible explanations that were given to us in this chapter alone:

Robin's idea is a funny one. But Robin's ideas and visions are always wrong, that's like the repeated gag in One Piece lol. So I'm not placing a bet on that (also what sort of fish has a lego mansion inside it's stomach).

"There's a chance it'll make you hallucinate". Interesting. And it's called Green Fairy huh. We see Sanji, Zoro, Nami and Usopp getting seriously drunk with it. Coincidentally, those are the Strawhats that are currently missing in action (+Luffy and possibly Chopper as well?). Actually, the whole Sunny is missing. What could make a whole ship just disappear? I mean, it was even tied up to the Giants ship, wasn't it?

Yep, seems it was. Probably using Sunny's anchor. Which means, if a fish actually swallowed them up, it would be dangling on that anchor. But anyway I didn't buy Robin's comment anyway, no one should lol.

So someone had to undo that anchor for the ship to leave... and here's my most logical conclusion to that: it was Luffy. Luffy doesn't like to drink. For some reason he abducted them somewhere? I mean it's not exactly something impossible for Luffy to do. The crew also somehow pins it down on Luffy, just look at this:

Or, it was someone else capable of stealing a whole ship. There's one problem with this idea though. We were just watching reactions from folks all around the world about Vegapunk's broadcast. We basically know where everyone is and what they're doing (which excludes possibility that it was for example a prank from Shanks), besides literally a few exceptions, like most of Luffy's grand fleet. I can't help but notice Law is still missing in action too.

Right before the environment is revealed to us, Nami comments this must be all alcohol's fault. And that's indeed my guess on what's happening: Nami is experiencing a hallucination from drinking too much of Green Fairy. Which means she isn't a reliable narrator right now and what we're seeing isn't 100% accurate. I still envy her though. I also want to be in a Legoland <3

There's also the chapter's title: 落とし前 (otoshimae) which means: payback, return of favour, taking responsibility, but the most known association is with the yakuza's custom of cutting off a finger as apology for making a blunder. We saw one of such examples happen in this chapter: Bartolomeo had to suck it up because he messed with Shanks and Shanks couldn't let it slide.

I admit I thought it's gonna be a red herring plotline, but Oda actually delivered on that promise! I'm glad I was wrong, ha! This was delicious. Bartolomeo drinking a fake poison to show his loyalty to Strawhats was absolutely fantastic. And Shanks testing him in such a way is so disgusting but also awesome. He cares so much to make sure people around Luffy are actually good people... Shanks and Bartolomeo's encounter is basically two biggest fanboys of Luffy meeting up and it's gotta make this my most favourite chapter for a while now <3

Next, we could probably see "taking responsibility" also in what happened at the very end of the chapter. Strawhats got literally drunk, yeah, so they're literally taking responsibility now for it. But it could also suggest someone kidnapped them to either 1. give them payback 2. repay a favour (despite the ominous line at the end of the chapter, I think it might be the latter actually. But we will see). Wouldn't be the first time Oda uses subtle hints like that to let us know what's actually going on.

There's probably a few more tie-ins to the title in this chapter. Dory and Broggy still gonna continue their duel (it's also taking responsibility, right? Once said words can't be taken back), Bonney and Kuma (she took him with her so she's now taking care of him instead of feasting with others), Blackbeard and Kuzan (Kuzan kinda took responsibility over what happened and made up for the losses when he took Garp hostage). I'm not sure how accurate it is though, because I though otoshimae is related to "making up for some wrongdoing or a mistake", not just taking responsibility for your own actions (or collectively for the whole group). But it might be both, I guess?

But then we can't ignore a tiny callback to that line Zoro says in Water 7 here: "we need to take responsibility for accepting Robin into the crew and that's why now we have to decide: is she a crewmate or an enemy?" The word he uses back then is also "otoshimae".

I'm so into this story's development right now, I literally can't wait for the next chapter! I liked the lore in Egghead, but futuristic islands are just not my type of thing in general. Whatever is happening now, I'm so into it already haha.

[bigball-thefrog]

Hey there! I hope you’re doing well! I was kinda thinking if maybe you could write a lil something with Bartolomeo✌🏻He’s just so cute and funny looking and I love him very much😻I was thinking maybe something with a strawhat reader who actually happens to be a fan of Bartolomeo and has a crush on him. And maybe rooster head also has this massive obsession with her cause she’s his favorite and fell in love with her the first time he saw her. Just maybe something cute. Thank You!

Hello, sorry for the long wait, as said previously I was busy with exams but am done now. Your suggestion was very cute to write so I hope you enjoy it

Warnings/Tags:

Female reader

Dressrosa/beginning of Zou spoilers

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Narrator POV

The strawhats... Oh how they were just perfect in Bartolomeo's eyes. Ever since that day in Logue town he'd been obsessed with them! Following every one of their adventures and obsessing over each one. But there was one that he loved more than all, one that actually passed his love for Luffy (by only a small bit of course) and that was, you.

There was just something special about you that charmed Bartolomeo to become obsessed with you more than the others. You were so sweet, but so wild too, even a bit more violent than the others, and that just made him fall hard. Once the word that Doflamingo had the flame flame fruit that previously belonged to Luffy’s brother Ace, Bartolomeo knew he had to win it so he could bring it to the Strawhats to win Luffy's praise, and maybe even get yours...

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Bartolomeo POV

Right now I was helping defending Robin Senpai against Doflamingos men when someone came flying towards me, I didn't care too much but the outline of the person falling seemed too familiar, so I caught them and oh boy... It was... You. You were injured now laying in my arms, I just froze in place, my heart racing and my body heating up. You stirred and looked up at me, and you seemed, reassured. "Hey, you're Bartolomeo the cannibal, right?" Oh god she knows who I am... "Luffy told me you're a big fan of us, that's cool because I actually really like you too" Oh my god, she likes me?? "I've been a big fan of your stuff, I like seeing what you're getting up to when I see you in the newspaper" Oh my God... She's... She's a fan of mine! This is too much for me to handle! I can feel my body shaking and heating up! This si so overwhelming!!! "I actually think you're kinda cute..."

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHOHMYGODMYSENPAILIKESMEBACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I shouted out, making everyone look back at me in confusion. I was sobbing at this point. M-my favorite Strawhat, they think I'm cute! They like me! God, this is so much more than I could ever ask for!!! I swear, my sweet Senpai, I will defend you with my life! I am undeserving of your grace but I am eternally thankful for you appreciation!

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Bartolomeo did not put you down, making sure you wet safe. It was only when he fought against Gladius that he put you down to safety. And once that was taken care of you were quick to make sure he was okay and healed up, which he loved so much, being pampered and taken care of by you. And during the days of rest, you two got closer and he couldn't ask for anything more than to get close to you.

Now, you and the others were on Bartolomeos ship, heading for Zou to meet up with Nami, Sanji, Chopper and Brook. Barto had been following you around like a lost puppy, he knew you'd be leaving with the others soon and he wanted to spend as much time with you as possible. And when the time came for you all to leave, Bartolomeo was crying and clinging to you, not wanting you to leave. "Barto, I have to go..." you said softly while running your hand through his hair, "PLEASE! Just a minute longer... I'm gonna miss you so much!!" he cried out, "Oh don't say that, we'll definitely see each other again, our crews are friends now, it'd be a shame to just not see you again." "But when will I see you again!?" "Well probably in the newspapers, but, if you're ever in trouble, I promise we'll come as soon as we can to help. And if the crew can't come, then I'll come for you myself~" he was all red again, all flustered because of your kindness and love towards him, "R-Really? You'd do that for me???" He asked, his eyes sparkling. You leaned down and gave him a quick but tender kiss on the lips, "Yes, I'd do anything to come and save you~" He was frozen. You... You kissed him! Not only that but on the lips! He just collapsed unconscious in your arms, bus crew helped him to lay down and he just lay unconscious with his face all red and his expression completely lovestruck. You chuckled at his reaction and kissed him on the forehead before leaving with the rest of the crew.

Bartolomeo was now filled with determination, he would see you again, and he'd get you to kiss him like that again! He will see you again, and nothing was going to stop him.

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A short sweet one for now. But I've got one more request to do, so I'll be back very soon, see ya.

Kelly🐸

[bleucommelhiver]

look alive, ulric

nyx ulric week 2024 | day 3: teamwork RATING: T for language because it's Nyx and Pelna c'mon now WORDS: 1126 SUMMARY: On the day of the signing, the only people Nyx and Pelna can trust are each other.

The feeling of unease that’s been gnawing at the edge of Nyx’s consciousness since yesterday morning hasn’t let up. Today’s the big day. After today, he’ll put in a request for some much needed leave. Bring Crowe’s body back to Galahd, with Libertus if he’ll give him the time of fucking day, give her a proper burial. Check out the old haunts. Pay his respects to his lil’ sis and to pa. Finally see ma. Maybe you’d come along too.

He just needs to fucking get through today.

At least that’s what he keeps telling himself.

But as he makes his way past the crowds and barricades to the roundabout at the foot of the Citadel, the quietude of the day has him on high alert. Something deep in his gut is waiting for the metaphorical pin to drop.

The comm from command buzzes in his ear: “Niflheim contingent has left the hotel. Less than three hours until the ceremony. Bolster the Citadel Guard.”

Great. Looks like the circus is about to begin. Time to look alive, Ulric.

His comm buzzes again, this time it’s Luche on a private frequency. “Nyx, is the Princess with you?”

What kind of asinine question was that? Luche knows full well the captain’s relegated him to every form of grunt work since the last mission. Chaperoning the princess on the historic day of the signing was, apparently, out of the scope of his duties.

Nyx answers anyways, curious where Luche’s going with this. “No, I’m on duty at the Citadel.”

“Well, the Nifs just left for the ceremony. And she wasn't with them.”

The fuck? He was relieved from princess duty last night by Sonitus. Why’s Luche radioing him about it? The sense of unease in the pit of his stomach deepens.

It’s none of his business. He’s part of the Citadel Guard today, and all he needs to do is to get through today. It’s none of his fucking business, but his captain’s words echo in his head anyways: “Your orders are to protect her. Not to look, not to listen, not to think.”

Fuck.

Gods-fucking-dammit.

Nyx abandons his post and makes a beeline for his apartment. Along the way, he taps his comm, ready to test a theory.

“Hey Pelna, Luche says the Princess is missing.”

“No shit?” His surprised response comes quickly. “Today of all days. Real convenient.”

“Yeah, seems like the Nifs got us running about like rats.”

There’s a brief pause before he replies, “No shit.”

As Nyx rounds the corner to his apartment, his phone begins to buzz. He mutes his comm piece before picking up.

“Trust no one, huh, Nyx?”

“Figured if there’s anyone left in the Glaive that Crowe’s warned, it’d be you.”

“So, what’s the plan, hero? Off to rescue the princess all by yourself?”

“I got you, don’t I? The Robin to my Batman. Or would you be Alfred in this case?”

“Fuck off, asshole,” Pelna laughs. “How can I help?”

Nyx throws open the door to his apartment and grabs the watch from where he left it on his desk. Its face is displaying a steady 35:2720 and -13:0318 instead of the dance of numbers from earlier this morning.

“I’m running on a hunch here, but I’m going to send you some coordinates from Crowe’s watch. Can you pinpoint the location?”

“Yeah, hold on.” Nyx can hear the rapid-fire click of keys as Pelna logs in his credentials. As he inputs the coordinates, Pelna asks, “You hear from your other princess?”

Nyx sucks in a breath. “No. Not since yesterday.”

“My texts haven’t been getting through to her, thought you might know something about it.”

Nyx pauses. He was beginning to think that all his undelivered texts were some short of glitch with his phone: first Crowe, now you. Fuck, he doesn’t have time to dwell on this. It’s got to be a coincidence. You should be in Altissia now, far away and safe from whatever shitshow is taking place today. Regardless, you’re more than capable and he knows you’re fine. You have to be.

“Don’t worry about her Pels, she’s safe.”

“Right…” Pelna doesn’t sound too convinced, but Nyx doesn’t blame him, he’s not privy to your whereabouts. “It’s twenty miles south of Insomnia — outside the Wall. What the hell was Crowe doing way out there?”

“No, no, they sent her to—” Nyx catches himself. “I need another favor Pels, pull those coordinates up on the radar. What do you see?”

“Shit. There’s a whole fleet of airships sitting at that spot.”

“Niflheim.”

“Yeah, and from the looks of it, not the celebratory committee.”

Nyx runs a hand over his face in frustration. He should’ve known the armistice was bullshit; should’ve known the Nifs couldn’t be trusted. What’s the play now? If he alerts King Regis and mobilizes the troops, there’s a good chance the Nifs would catch whiff, especially if their ranks have truly been infiltrated. With the malcontent that’s been brewing from the protests on the streets to the soldiers in the barracks, he’s not confident any attempt at clandestine movements wouldn’t be immediately exposed.

So what? Does he just stay in the Crown City, pretend there isn’t a war fleet knocking at their door, and just…monitor the situation? Forget about the missing princess?

‘You’re not to look, not to listen, not to think,’ Captain Drautos’ words echo in his head again. Yeah, well, guess the King can count his lucky stars that he’s always been kind of shit at following orders.

Speaking of…

“Where’s the captain?”

“Should be on escort detail at the Citadel.”

Nyx doesn’t remember spotting the captain earlier. He scans the frequencies on his comm again, but it seems like their captain’s still AWOL.

At his silence, Pelna asks, “You thinking…?”

“Can’t be sure. Can’t rule it out either, but I need you to ready the Glaive for action.”

“What? You planning to deploy without the captain’s orders?”

“No.” Nyx dons his armor on over his uniform, pulling its zipper up and buckling its fasteners to secure the leather pauldrons in place. As he checks his weapons, he explains, “There’s no point bringing everyone along for a wild goose chase. As long as the Wall remains standing, their fleet has no way of reaching us, but if Crowe’s right, we need to be on alert for something inside the Walls.”

“You going dark?”

“Yeah, I’ll recon and assess. Low chance I won’t need to engage, but keep this to yourself for now. Give me an updated SITREP when you can.”

“Affirmative. I got your six.”

“Yeah. You always do, Pels.”

With that, Nyx ends the call and sets off.

Looks like getting through the day just got a lot more complicated.

NOTES: Please accept this excerpt from ch. 9 of Wayward Children as tribute, since as per usual, I've somehow deluded myself into thinking I'd be able to work on multiple pieces at once :)

[ghostssweetgirl]

crazy over you ~ simon ghost riley x reader slow burn/enemies to lovers

description: y/n gets transferred to task force 141 and quickly becomes friends with soap and gaz, but her and ghost "hate" each other for the first part. warnings: mentions of violence and death (duh), alcohol intake, smoking (at some point), nsfw (at some point), subtle flirting with soap. i'm new to writing? so don't expect this to be the greatest. this is not in line with the game campaigns or missions. the only characters i included are y/n, soap, gaz, price, & ghost. i have no knowledge of the military this is just creativity disclaimer: i do not own modern warfare or any of its characters.

chapters: next [switch] last

A/N - Very short chapter but it's because the last one was long. Update: Work has got me caught up so... Between editing what I was unhappy with in this story and work being extra, I've just started catching up with writing the rest of the story. Release times will be shorter from here on out. Just warnin' ya! I do have notes and stuff so it should make writing the next few chapters easier :) 

As you and Simon exit the hotel, you get into the passenger side of the vehicle.

"I had fun, Simon," you smiled at him. "Thank you for coming out with me..."

"Same here, doll." Weird, he was short with you again. Figuring it was just work, you let it go and enjoy the ride back, feeling happy with the outing.

Before the ride got too quiet, you made sure to compliment him. "You're... a good kisser, by the way. Never been kissed like that."

He raised his eyebrow, quickly peeking at you. "Hm."

"Is... everything okay?" you sheepishly asked.

"Affirmative, just work. One thing, luv. Ghost on the field and in front of others."

"Okay, understood, sir."

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Arriving back at base, you walk into the safe house before Ghost does, and immediately go to find food. Soap and Gaz are in the kitchen and ooh-ing and aww-ing at the two of you.

"Fuck off, pests," Ghost spat as he made his way to his room. You look over your shoulder at him, noticing his sweet demeanor had, in fact, switched. No longer Simon. 

Sitting down at the table after grabbing some leftover scrambled eggs, you, Soap, and Gaz watch Ghost leave without a word. And as soon as he walks out the door...

Soap looks over at you, excited. "How was it?"

"Did you see his face? Is he ugly?"

"How was the movie?"

"... How big is it?"

You choked on your food at the last question, staring off into space, now trying to catch your breath at the randomness of Soap's ask. You laugh before you respond, chewing the last bit of your food. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"N-not like that, lass..." Soap put his head down, realizing how he sounded.

"No, it was fine. We watched Robin Hood... The Disney version... I didn't see his... full face."

"Did ya kiss?" he smirked.

Your smile instantly gave it away as you blushed at the thought, remembering being on Si-Ghost's lap like you were. 

"Ahhh! Was it good? Tell me," Soap took a sip of his orange juice.

You nodded, "Damn good."

Gaz shook his head in playful disapproval. "Done with your questions, Soap?"

"Aye... For now..." he squinted at you. "I'll leave 'er alone..."

You hummed, "We had pizza. And nearly 2 bottles of whiskey."

"Lucky bastards..." they spoke in unison, looking at each other as the words came out of their mouths. 

"We got to sleep in a real bed," you smirked, playfully rubbing it in their faces. 

Soap paused, "YOU GUYS SLEPT TOGETHER?! LIKE - IN THE SAME BED?!"

You furrowed your brows, "Yeah? I mean - he didn't sleep, I slept... on him. Jesus, I'm probably not supposed to be saying any of this... It was fun, okay, Soap? We had our own little time and got to know each other more. I'm just glad he doesn't hate me... anymore."

"Yeah, yeah..." he tutted, jealous - you weren't sure of what, though. 

[atinylittlepain]

I'm Your Venus - Chapter 2

Robin Buckley x f!reader/f!oc

Robin really likes candy, and the new girl in town.

series masterlist

warnings | 18+ era-typical homophobia, angst, a little heated moment-ish

a/n | I'm considering this and Rad Times At the Roller Rink to be sort of companion pieces to each other. Same universe, different threads that sometimes overlap in lovely ways. I'm excited to see how they both unfold :)

Robin has a not-date tonight. It’s a date, but if anyone asks, it’s not a date. But, really, it’s a date, right? Steve had told her to wait at least two days before calling the girl from the roller rink. But why the hell would she listen to Steve when he was asking people out in parking lots? 

So, she called her the day after the lollipop incident that had made her head spin. They had ended up talking on the phone late into the night after Robin shyly admitted to seeing what she had checked out from Family Video, reveling in their shared love for movies that are classics because they’re weird, and movies that are weird because they’re classics. She had invited Robin over to watch Young Frankenstein with her, and Robin did her best not to shout her “yes” into the phone, probably still verging on the edge of dopey when she said goodnight and hung up.

Her shift today at Family Video felt neverending, Steve wouldn’t stop trying to give her tips for tonight. She had tuned most of him out, to be honest, mostly due to the anxious thoughts swirling in her head. She was worried she had misinterpreted the situation. This girl was new to town, maybe she was just looking for friends to hang out with. Robin knew that her mistaking the situation could lead to more than just an awkward encounter. If the wrong person found out about her, it could ruin her whole life. But, then her mind would go back to that night at the roller rink. Just friends don’t do stuff like that. 

She concluded to herself that she’d play it safe, try to feel out the situation, all the while hoping and praying she was right in calling this a date.

She rode her bike over to her house in the dripping orange haze of the evening. Robin was still working on getting that driver’s license before heading to college in the fall. It looked like any other house in the suburban sprawl of Hawkins, but what Robin didn’t expect was for a decked-out punk chick to swing open the front door before she could even knock.

“Oh! Sorry about that, you must be Robin! My sister told me you were coming over. Let me grab her for you, I was just heading out.” Before Robin can say anything, punk chick is stomping over to the stairs and calling up.

“Duckie! Your girl is here!” She turns around, shooting Robin a slanted smile. Robin panics a little.

“I’m n-not her girl– I mean, I’m her girl– I’m her friend– her girl who’s a friend.” Punk chick’s eyes soften and she goes to speak, but before she can, “duckie” is coming down the stairs.

“Thanks, sis. Have fun on your date tonight.” She squeezes her shoulder as she hops down the last few steps, turning to grin at Robin.

“Don't wait up, duck. Mom and dad said they wouldn’t be home till late, another schmoozy business dinner, so you two have the house to yourselves.” The punk chick turns back to Robin, giving her a wide smile before stepping out the front door.

“Nice to meet you, Robin. Have a good night ladies!” Robin’s brain is still stuck on the whole parents not home, house to yourselves part. But she’s snapped out of it when “duckie” tangles her hand with hers, leading her down the hall. 

“Hey, Robin. S’good to see you. Follow me, I’ve got the TV set up in the basement.”

“Y-your sister seems cool.” She laughs at that, turning back to glance at Robin on the basement stairs.

“Yeah, she looks tougher than she is. Very hard exterior, but she’s actually just a big gooey softy. But don’t tell her I said that.” Robin puffs out a laugh, taking in the very cozy set-up in the basement. 

There are still towers of boxes here and there, but the television is set up across from a worn-looking loveseat that’s been draped with blankets. 

“We’re still sorta unpacking, I hope this is ok. But I did make popcorn!” She motions to the coffee table where a huge salad bowl of popcorn is sitting. Robin smiles.

“N-no, it’s totally perfect. Thanks for having me over.”

“Well, I’m pretty sure there’s no one else in Hawkins who’s cool enough to watch Young Frankenstein with, so thanks for coming.” She called me cool, she called me cool, she called me cool.

“Here, I already put the tape in. Let’s get comfy and we can start watching,” Robin didn’t realize a couch could be such a minefield. She settles on one side, gluing her thigh along the armrest to keep as much distance between them. The girl furrows her brow at her as she sits down on the other side.

“I don’t bite, Robin. It gets kinda chilly down here, why don’t we share a blanket?” Robin bites her lip, mumbling “ok” before shifting away from the safety of the armrest until they’re both dipping into the middle of the loveseat, settling underneath a blanket together. Their arms are brushing and Robin thinks she’s having tiny aneurysms with every bit of contact.

She reaches up behind Robin to flip the lights off as the opening credits roll. Robin’s trying not to be a creep, but she can’t help thinking that her hair smells really nice.

They make it through the first thirty minutes of the movie, laughing and commenting on all the best parts. Robin lets herself get comfortable with her, and talking to her feels just as easy as it did on the phone the day before.

And then, Robin feels her hand brush the side of her thigh. She chants in her mind just friendly, just an accident, just two friends, don’t be weird. But when she brings her hand to rest on Robin’s thigh, even giving her a little squeeze, Robin loses her cool. She jumps, scooting away with a gasp.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry. I thought– I thought you were– god I’m an idiot.” She flips on the light, and Robin can see the worry in her face, as well as the fear.

“Wait, no! I-I am– I am– you know– I mean, I like– I’m into–”

“Girls?” Robin swallows, watching the girl’s face crack into a small smile. She sighs.

“It’s just, I don’t exactly share that information with a whole lot of people. I mean, it’s Hawkins, you know? Not exactly a lesbian loving community. Um, but I just– I didn’t know if you were– you know– a-and I didn’t want to, like, freak you out because I’ve never really done this sort of thing before– I mean, like I said, Hawkins, not a huge dating pool for people like me– like us, I guess– and–” She cuts Robin’s ramble off by taking one of her hands in hers.

“Hey, Robin, it’s all good. I guess I’m a little more forward than I should be, but I’m from New York and you can be a little more– out there, you know? I just, kinda, got the vibe from you. But, I didn’t mean to scare you by like, coming on to you. I’m really sorry.” Robin squeezes her hand, offering her a crooked smile.

“So, I give off a vibe?” She giggles before tilting her head at Robin.

“Robs, I saw the “Future is Female” pin on your jean jacket that night. Plus, no straight girl would’ve gotten so cute and flustered over my antics.” Robin huffs a laugh at that, fluttering her gaze down to their entwined hands. The girl dips her head to meet her downturned gaze.

“Are we ok?” Robin nods, letting out a sigh.

“Can I ask you a question?” She nods, sitting back a bit but keeping their hands entangled.

“Where does the name “duckie” come from?” She laughs at that.

“Ah, yeah. That’s just what my sister calls me. I swear we’re not like Pretty in Pink megafans or anything. She’s been calling me that since we were little, I think because I’d follow her around like a little duckling. Our parents work a lot, so she really took care of me a lot of the time. Duck, duckie, duckster. I answer to any and all forms. It kinda took with all my old friends too, just because they heard her calling me that so often. You can call me that too, if you want.” She leans her head back against the couch, smiling lightly at Robin.

“Can I ask you a question now?” Robin nods, scooting a little closer, turning to face her on the couch.

“So, you said you’ve never done this sort of thing before. Is this your first date?” Robin swallows hard.

“Is this a date?” She grins at Robin.

“Yeah, I’d like it to be one, at least.” Robin feels her cheeks smarting she smiles so hard.

“Can I ask you another question?” Robin murmurs a blushing “mmhmm.”

“Have you ever been kissed, Robin?” She snorts.

“Well, if you count Tommy Williams in the sixth grade, then yes. Although I’m pretty sure that’s what made me realize that dude’s probably weren’t it for me.” She rubs nervously at the back of her neck before Duckie grabs her wrist with her other hand, now holding both of their hands in her lap.

“Well, I think you deserve a better first kiss, Robs.” Robin is furiously blushing now, keeping her eyes fixed on their woven hands.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Could I maybe be the one to knock Tommy out of the park?” White noise. That’s all Robin has rushing in her ears. Part of her thinks this can’t possibly be real, that any minute now she’s going to wake up from this very good dream. But when she glances up at Duckie, her smile is so bright that this can’t possibly be fake. She clears her throat, but her voice still comes out a bit hoarse.

“I-I’d really like that, um, yes, please.” Duckie giggles, gently untangling one of her hands from Robin’s to let her palm cup the arc of her cheek. And then she’s leaning in and Robin feels like the sun is about to explode and then their noses brush and she’s dipped into the sweetest, simplest kiss. Duckie leans back, just slightly, letting her forehead rest against Robin’s.

“One more question, Robs. Can I give you your second kiss too?” Robin can’t help the laugh that bubbles up out of her.

“Second, third, fourth, fifth, one hundred and twenty seventh, you–” Duckie cuts her off, already swooping in and meeting her again in a kiss that feels altogether more confident, more heady. Robin tentatively brings her hand to rest at the nape of her neck, curling her fingers into the hair there. Duckie sighs into the kiss and Robin feels her heart seize up. 

And then Duckie’s bringing both her hands to Robin’s waist, guiding her until she’s kneeling on the couch, leaning in for more. She murmurs, “c’mere,” pulling Robin until she’s straddling her thighs and suddenly, Robin is shy all over again. She breathlessly pulls away, nervously glancing at her hands, not sure where to put them. Duckie gazes up at her, seemingly reading her mind as she takes hold of Robin’s hands and lays two fluttering kisses on each line of knuckles before guiding her palms to her shoulders.

“This ok, Robs?” She’s got a half smile quirking up one side of her mouth, searching Robin’s face. Robin breathes out a laugh.

“Yeah, it’s more than ok. I just– I think you know a little more than I do. About all this.” Duckie’s smile softens, leaning up to plant a chaste kiss to the corner of Robin’s mouth. She melts a little into her hands kneading at the swell of her hips.

“Don’t worry, you’re fucking perfect, babe. We can take it however slow or fast you want to, yeah?” Robin resists the urge to preen at the word “babe,” instead nodding, letting her hand trail from Duckie’s shoulder up to the curve of her jaw, her thumb idly sweeping across her bottom lip. Duckie grins before kissing the pad of Robin’s thumb.

When they meet back in a kiss, it’s Robin who dips in first this time, and a streak of boldness moves her to swipe her tongue across Duckie’s lips. They lick into each other, hands coaxing impossibly closer, kisses punctuated by gasping breaths and the clicks of spit. 

The rest of the evening is spent in a lazy tangle of making out, only being interrupted when the sound of the garage opening rumbles through the basement. Duckie sighs, rubbing her fingers up and down Robin’s spine.

“That would be my parents, but they’ll probably just go upstairs and conk out, if you wanna stay a little longer?” Robin exhales through a small smile.

“I should really probably get home. B-but I really wanna see you again, if that’s ok with you?” Duckie grins, slowly sitting up from underneath Robin who slides back on the couch.

“Uh, yeah it’s ok with me. More than ok, Robs.” She swoops in to land a kiss on Robin’s cheek. Robin huffs a laugh.

“Ok, well, um, rad. I’ll call you?”

“I’ll answer.”

Duckie walks her to the front door, pulling her in for one more peck before saying goodnight.

Robin’s legs wobble as she bikes home that night, but when she finally gets in bed, she’s certain that it wasn’t a dream. Her girl is very, very real. And for the record, that not-date, was definitely a date.

[saharavalleyofdeath]

BatFam OCs Pt. 1

Charlotte Wayne

Oldest Wayne sibling

Age varies depending on when we are talking (38)

Bruce found her as a baby on his doorstep

He decided to keep her raise her as his own

There was a note left by her that said "I can't take care of my daughter right now. I know you can give her a better life than I can. Her name is Charlotte."

So Bruce raised Charlotte with Alfred's help

When Bruce started being Batman Charlotte was about eight and there weren't any real criminals like the Joker. Just burglars.

So Charlotte would go with him

Her sidekick design was similar to Robin's but her name was Cardinal.

Though it was short lived

She ended up getting shot in the abdomen

She is very close with Alfred. They cook all the time. Charlotte and Jason are the only two of Bruce's kids who are trusted in the kitchen.

When she was 13 Bruce took in Richard Grayson.

They were very close until Dick moved moved out after a huge fight with Bruce. She hated Bruce let him become Robin.

Then came along Jason Todd.

They instantly became very close. They were nearly inseparable.

When Jason died it was hard on Charlotte.

Like really hard

Then Tim came along.

Charlotte tried to be there for Tim and to be a good big sister. But it was too hard.

Charlotte attempted taking her life. Tim found her bleeding out in the bathroom.

She was there for about a week. Then she disappeared to central city.

She went to college to become a veterinarian and graduated a few years early.

She also became part of a secret spy agency called Organization for Wayward Ladies AKA O.W.L.

She became top agent relatively fast.

She even started dating Wally West.

After about Seven years Alfred calls her and asks her to come for Christmas because of a big surprise they had for her.

She agreed on one condition.

She was able to bring Wally. He accepted.

When she got to Wayne Manor she was confused about all the people being there.

Tim told her that Bruce went on a bit of an adoption spree.

After talking to everyone and getting to know the new members of her family she went over to Alfred and asked if that was the surprise.

Before Alfred could answer a voice came from the other room saying that it wasn't the only surprise in store

The person with said voice came around the corner

It was a man. A tall man with black hair and a white streak in his hair. He had gentle eyes and a kind face but you could tell he had been through some things.

He looked Charlotte in the eyes and said "Hey sis. Long time no see."

Charlotte stared at the man and after about a minute she said "...Jason?"

He nodded and she went over to him, cupping his face, tears welling in both their eyes and they hugged.

After the reunion, dinner, and presents were handed out, it was about 10:30 pm so Charlotte and Wally went home.

Charlotte decided to move back to Gotham and open up a vet clinic there.

She got to spend time with all her new siblings especially Damian.

They found a bird one day in the gardens. A little baby bird that hurt it's wing and they decided to care for it. Once a week Damian comes by to check on the bird. They end up calling him Soarin.

The bat siblings often crash at Charlotte's place.

Charlotte has a Great Pyrenees named Maverick

That's it for now! I hope you all enjoy it! Sorry it took so long for me to post it! Also if you want any of a certain character or something just ask!

[actorsmask]

Happy Birthday, Blythe. (Present Day.)

Words: 3,310

HBD, Blythe Throughout the Years. -> HBD, Blythe (Present Day) -> HBD, Blythe (Extra)

Blythe knew what day it was today, and they were prepared to celebrate it to the fullest!

When they woke up a bit later than usual(a little extra birthday treat for themself), they felt absolutely elated! To help manage the sudden burst of energy and excitement, they decided to go do their morning workout first, so they went to the small gym room in their house and went on the treadmill first. 

After doing a few more exercises, they felt hungry and decided to make some pancakes, bacon, eggs, and a cup of lemon iced tea for breakfast. It was their birthday, they get to splurge a bit for themself!

Then they showered and put on their usual clothing, humming one of Robin’s songs as they grabbed their mask and secured it on their hip before stepping outside the door. Time to go to all their favorite people!!

The first place Blythe decided to go to was Serval’s workshop, since it was closest to where they were. So they skipped through the streets of the Administrative District and knocked on the door. 

“Guess who!!” Then they heard a familiar laugh and some footsteps. “Come on in, Blythey!” With permission now granted, they entered the workshop and waved at Serval, who was carrying a box filled with what was most likely machine parts. 

“Hey, hey, do you know what day it is today~?”

Serval was met with a big hug after she put down the box, laughing along with Blythe and nodding. “Yep, August 12 and a beautiful Thursday morning! What else? A special occasion today or something?”

Teasing them? Already? So early in the morning? On their birthday? Low blow, Serval!

“Oh don’t tease me on this dearly special day, big sis! You know what’s happening today!” They let out a laugh yet again and pulled away from the hug, grinning at Serval who just looked at them confusedly as she laughed as well. But it seemed to be more from confusion than amusement. “I really don’t know what’s going on today, Blythe.”

… Huh?

“You really don’t?”

“Mhm.”

“Really, swear on your guitar, don’t know?”

“I swear on my band, Blythe! Is there something happening today?”

…

“Nah, think I got my dates mixed up. I’ll see you around? I have some work to do!”

“Sure thing, see you around Blythey! Don’t take after Geppie and take breaks!”

Blythe laughed again and waved as they walked out the workshop, with Serval waving back. When they closed the door, they sighed and just stood there. What the heck was that?! Serval can’t just forget it was their birthday, she celebrated with them the past couple years! Another curio incident perhaps?

Ah whatever, they can dwell on it later. Chances are she’s got work and music stuck in her head that there’s no room for anything else at the moment. That’s a joke, but sometimes it really does seem like it. Oh well, time to head to the Underworld!

— — — —

“... It’s Thursday, August 12. Don’t you have a calendar in your house, Blythe?”

When Blythe asked Natasha what day it was, she didn’t know either! When they asked again, she just looked at them with a slightly amused expression. “This another one of your pranks? Well, save them for later. You only have to deliver things today, alright? Still, since trouble seems to find you, make sure to be careful. The cargo is at the usual shed and the people or place to deliver it to is already on it.”

Blythe didn’t question it and nodded, giving her a small salute before walking out the clinic. They had to blink a few times before they shook it off once more and went to the shed and got one of the boxes. First stop: Svarog’s base!

— — — —

“Uhm, my phone says it’s August 12… Why do you ask, Mx. Blythe?”

Yet again, someone that they had celebrated with in the past had forgotten their birthday. Blythe just sighed and waved it off as nothing and gave her the small box. The child has probably been working herself to the bone helping around the camp. So they smiled and gently ruffled her hair. 

“Don’t hurt yourself running around and fixing machines, okay Clara?” 

“Of course! I’ll be extra careful so no one’ll worry!”

“Good job. I’ll be off now, stay safe okay?”

“Okay!”

— — — —

“Thursday.”

“No, like, the month and day.”

“Uh, August 12 or 13, right? Why, something special happening?”

… Seriously?! Is this some kind of divine intervention from Aha or something?!

“... Never mind, I think I got my calendar mixed up somehow.” Seele scoffed and shot them a pointed look. “I wouldn’t be surprised.” “I’m gonna burn this box to ashes.” “Have fun explaining that to Natasha.” “Fair point, take the damn box.” “Yeah, yeah, doing it.”

Seele rolled her eyes and took the box as told. She gave Blythe her usual thank you and both shared the usual fist bump before she walked away like it was a regular day. But it wasn’t. Not to Blythe at least…

— — — — 

Blythe dropped off the box at Pela’s office as told, since she was out doing some official work right now. Maybe they should text her so she knows…

To be honest, this was really weirding Blythe out…

… And they were starting to feel a bit sad.

— — — — 

“August 12. Oh, and thank you for delivering the box to me, Blythe.”

“No problem, Ms. Bronya…”

Blythe handed her the box and kept the urge to sigh at bay, humming softly. “Nothing on your schedule today?” “Just the usual workload. Is there something you need help with?” “... No. Just curious. I’ll be off now.”

And with that, Blythe teleported away to their next destination. Bronya visibly sagged with relief and sighed, massaging the bridge of her nose with her fingers.

“Koski and the others hopefully finish the party preparations soon… I don’t know how long I’ll be able to keep this up…”

— — — —

“August 12.”

“...”

Blythe once again held back a sigh and handed Gepard his box, him nodding and giving them a smile. “Thank you, Blythe. And thank you for agreeing to pick up Lynx.” 

“Nooooo problem at all! We’re basically family after all, haha..!”

Of course and as always, the ever so observant Silvermane Captain noticed something off with Blythe. So he, of course, asked them about it. And it was, of course, led with them brushing it off.

“Nothing~! Anyways, I’ll pick up Lynx now. See ya around Geppie!”

When The Fool teleported away, Gepard let out a sigh and ran a gloved hand down his face. 

“Hopefully preparations can be done quickly… This prank is clearly starting to sink in now.”

— — — — 

“Thursday, right? Or was it Friday?”

“Yeah, no, I think it’s Thursday. Thanks Lynxie, and here’s your delivery.”

Lynx nodded and took the box when she put away the last of her camping gear. The two looked at each other and nodded in mutual understanding which was: ‘We must go camping together again soon.’ Before Blythe teleported away. They shouldn’t be surprised she didn’t remember either…

— — — —

— — — — 

“Thursday! I know because it’s been two days since my match on Tuesday!”

“Hahaha, thanks Luka! Helpful as always~ As a late reward, here’s your delivery!”

“Nice! Thanks, Blythe! Next time you come over, you should hop into the ring again. It’s been a while since you’ve been in the ring with me man!”

A yelp was heard when Luka suddenly wrapped his arm around Blythe’s shoulders and ruffled their hair with his other hand. Both the redheads laughed as Blythe squirmed and managed to eventually get out of his grasp. “Yeah, yeah, I promise! You can just say you missed me, ya know~!” 

“Alright then, I missed you!”

…

“... Missed you too.”

Luka laughed again when they saw the slight blush on Blythe’s face appear. He ruffled their hair again and patted them on the back. They looked cute like this… Wait a minute, don’t think about that right now! He needs to try and cheer them up!

“By the way, are you still doing something after this?”

“Just a few more boxes to deliver, but it’s not even 12 PM yet so I can loiter a bit.”

“You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Let’s spar?”

“How’d you guess?!”

Both of them let out a laugh and Blythe nodded, throwing an arm around Luka. “Well, I got nothing better to do. Lead the way, Strongarm! I’ll be sure to beat you this round.” Luka smirked and playfully pinched their cheek with his hand(He made sure to be gentle though, it was his metal arm). “Bring it on!”

It was a tie in the end. The timer Blythe had set on their phone rang its alarm and signaled the end of their little spar. Luka was obviously a bit bummed about it, just a few more minutes and they could find out who would win! “Come on, Luka, it’s not like I’m gonna be delivering stuff all day! Besides, we have tomorrow and the days after that.”

Blythe pocketed their phone and checked the box for who they would deliver it to this time, humming softly as they did. 

“Speaking of which, I think I gotta go now. See you–”

They were interrupted when Luka pulled them into a hug, which they reciprocated after a small moment. When he pulled away, he ruffled their hair again and had a small smile on his face. “You gotta promise! Like I said earlier, we don’t get to spar as often anymore! And besides, I also kinda want to spend more time with you outside the Fight Club…”

… Shit. Even if he didn’t remember their birthday, Blythe was fucking ecstatic inside. They didn’t show it though, but the small blush creeping onto their cheeks and the laugh they let out was more than enough for pretty much anyone to tell.

“Ahahaha..! Yeah, I think I’d like that too. It’s been a while since we’ve just hung out! Consider that part of my schedule now.” Now that made Luka even happier, laughing again and hugging Blythe again. “Heck yeah, I’ll be looking forward to it!”

Blythe’s alarm rang again, they turned it off.

“Aw man, you gotta go now? Well don’t let me keep you here!” 

“Yeah, yeah… I’ll see you around?”

“Definitely! See you around Blythe!!”

The Fool waved goodbye as they walked out the Fight Club, checking the address of the box again before deciding to walk there instead of teleporting. There was just something different about walking to do things.

And partially because they wanted to clear their head. Yes, Blythe was happy they got to spend time with Luka today. Yes, they admittedly did feel a bit better. But wouldn’t anyone else be sad that everyone seemingly forgot their birthday?

— — — —

— — — — 

They were so done with this… Blythe managed to deliver the rest of the stuff and was just sitting on a bench in the center of Boulder Town. The people of Boulder Town remembered and Oleg was apparently doing some work for Wildfire. It was nice everyone else remembered, but it stung that the people in their inner circle completely forgot.

… Maybe Sampo didn’t forget their birthday? Surely he didn’t, he was their big brother. He was the one they celebrated with before they even arrived on Jarilo-VI! So they got out their phone and decided to text him.

So even Sampo forgot…? Oh, for The Laughter, forget it. They can celebrate by themself, that’s totally fine! Totally fine! Yeah!

… Ah, who are they fooling? It isn’t fine… 

Maybe they should just tell everyone so they can finally celebrate. Even if everyone forgot.

They don’t wanna do it right now though. It’s only mid-afternoon, there’s time to kill before confronting anyone. Today’s usually a day they should relax after all, a short walk never killed anyone.

— — — —

— — — —

And how, pray tell,  did that short walk end up with Blythe being dragged by Hook and the rest of the Moles through Boulder Town, to the trolleys, up the stairs, and through the Administrative District?

All they were doing was walking around just Boulder Town when the kids said they all needed to show Blythe something really important. They were about to teleport the group of them, but the sneaky little bastards took their transmitter before they could and proceeded to drag them away.

So, they decided to let it be and just went along with whatever the Moles had planned. Blythe ignored the looks people gave them, feeling a bit embarrassed. But whatever made the kids happy…

The Moles led Blythe to a house, they didn’t get to look around properly since Hook tugged on their hand and kept dragging them through. “C’mon Mx. Blythe!!! This is really important!!” “Alright, alright. I’m going, Hook!”

Blythe laughed and followed the group inside. It was dark, so they couldn’t see. They were about to make a small flame with their palm when Hook tugged on it again. 

“No fire! There’s tons of flome– Flan– Fla…”

“Flammable.”

“Flammable stuff here!!! Yeah!”

“Yeah!”

The other Moles agreed with Hook, so of course Blythe had to agree as well.

“Okay, okay, no fire.”

This satisfied the group since they continued to guide Blythe through the building. It was dark, and they could see basically nothing, so they made sure to listen closely to their surroundings just in case something happened.

It was easy to deduce it wasn’t just Blythe and the Moles in the building, they could hear small whispers and light footsteps. Blythe walked faster and kept the kids close to them. “Be careful, alright?” “Of course, Mx. Blythe! We’re supposed to be your guards after all, it’s your special day!!”

Special… Day? Wait a minute, is this?–

“Stop here!!!”

Blythe heard Hook and the rest scurry off, making them stutter out a few words and reach out a hand to catch them, but they were too fast. They were about to ask if this really was what they thought it was, then the lights suddenly turned on and confetti was shot into the air with streamers.

“SURPRISE!!!”

Blinking their eyes open and rubbing them, Blythe could finally see what was going on. A surprise party. 

Everyone was there. Sampo, Gepard, Serval, Lynx, Pela, Bronya, Seele, Natasha, Luka, Oleg, Clara, The Moles, some other members of Wildfire and Silvermane that they know, and the people of Boulder Town… Everyone. Everyone was there. Everyone remembered. Everyone remembered!

“You guys… You guys remembered?! I-I thought you forgot!”

“Man, you really think we’d all just suddenly forget? Even me, your first big brother?! I’m offended, Blythe!” Sampo stepped forward and opened his arms just in time for Blythe to run into him for a big hug, both of them laughing as he spun them around a few times for the fun of it. “Can you really blame me? Everyone hadn’t mentioned a thing about it, of course I thought you did too!”

“Weeellll…” Bronya stepped forward as well and pointed at Sampo. “It was his idea to pretend to forget, then surprise you in the end. But I’d still like to apologize for lying to you…” Before Blythe could say it was okay and that it was worth it for the party, Gepard also spoke up. “I’d also like to apologize, Blythe. I was hoping that we would be done quick enough that you wouldn’t be sad, but then I saw your demeanor back in the Restricted Zone… I’m sorry for–”

“Woah, woah, hold on for a moment. Let me speak!” Blythe waved their hands around to try and gain attention again. Once everyone was looking at them, they sighed and kept speaking. “Ok, yes, it did hurt as I started to realize all of you had forgotten, but you didn’t! It was just so you guys could surprise me in the end! All I really want is to celebrate with you all, honestly… So, hold off on the apologies, you guys set up this party for me after all!”

“So what I’m trying to say is: If none of you ever forgot in the first place, then that’s good enough for me.”

Nearly everyone sagged in relief at Blythe’s words, some of them(Serval and Sampo) being particularly dramatic about it. With the now previously tense atmosphere lifted, Natasha cleared her throat. “Now now, wasn’t this a party for Blythe? Today’s their birthday, we should celebrate.”

“Heck yeah! Blythe, come on, there’s tons of great food to enjoy that you need to try!” Luka walked towards Blythe and took their hand in his, borderline dragging them to where the food was. Everyone else took this as an initiative to get food themselves and do their own things. Pretty soon, the room was filled with joyful chatter and the smell of delicious food.

The duration of the party went as one would expect it to. Serval, Pela, and a few others performed a few songs and Bronya hosted some party games(a few which Blythe won with ease, only stopped a few times by Sampo or Seele). In between all the party games, everyone talked amongst each other and a lot wished Blythe a happy birthday.

Then came the time for Blythe to blow out the candles, where everyone gathered around a table with Blythe at the center as they waited for the cake. Pela had gotten out a camera and was holding it up, Blythe waving at the lens with a smile. 

“Alright, come on! Everyone get ready!” Serval’s voice echoed through the room as she spotted Bronya carrying the cake over. “3, 2… 1!”

“Happy birthday to you,

Happy birthday to you,

Happy birthday dear Blythe~

Happy birthday to you~”

“Come on, we can do better than that! Louder!” Everyone laughed as Serval clapped her hands, sounding like some sort of music teacher as she counted down from 3 again.

“Happy birthday to you!” Bronya placed the cake in front of Blythe, Gepard and Serval smiled at them.

“Happy birthday to you!” Natasha got a lighter and lit all the candles, Luka stood beside Blythe and gave them a big hug before letting go,

“Happy birthday dear Blythe~!” Sampo put a hand on their shoulder, grinning at them and them grinning back at him. Pela was filming the entire thing along with Lynx.

“Happy birthday to you~!” Clara, Hook, and The Moles launched confetti and balloons into the air,  Blythe waited a moment to make their wish before they blew out the candles, laughing as everyone cheered for them as they did so. They felt a hand ruffle their hair and another patting their shoulder again, making them laugh even more.

Then Hook ran over to Blythe and gave them a big hug, the other Moles following suit and tackling them to the floor in a fit of giggles. “Mx. Blythe, Mx. Blythe! Can you tell us your wish?!” Before they could answer, Natasha pulled the children off of Blythe so they could stand up. 

Blythe had pretended to think for a moment before shaking their head, giving the Moles a smirk. “No can do, Pitch-Dark Hook the Great! If you say your birthday wish out loud, it won’t come true!” “What?! Oh no, Hook’s been telling papa her birthday wishes every year!!!!”

Everyone laughed at that as Blythe patted her shoulder reassuringly. “Don’t worry! It’s just your papa, you’ll be fine~!” It seemed to appease Hook, as clearly seen by the way she sighed in relief. Then the Fool stood up and clapped their hands. “Alright, what’re we waiting for? I’m craving some cake!” 

Their wish this year? Quite simple actually…

Blythe wished they could celebrate their birthday like this for all the upcoming years. With their new family.

Happy Birthday, Blythe.

I hope you liked this one! I had fun writing basically the entire HSR cast, and I also had fun making the hsr text chats! But I also hope you guys liked it as well!!!

This was extremely fun to write(even if it took a while), and I want to keep writing stories for Blythe. There's another one coming soon as well :)))

But for now, please enjoy the two fics and their birthday event. Thank you so much!

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Wow that as fast lol love the answers!

1: is there any modern comics that is canon in your universe? Like the recent action comics with the blue earth moment? Can see Chris having a problem with them for not being from earth.

2: would chris be the last Zod alive in your universe? Or would he be able to extend the bloodline with thara? Orrrr for drama/sadness, he ends up sacrificing himself to save his “real” family the Els.

3: don’t know if I ask this earlier, (except the duo didn’t exist question) what would it take to retire the duo?

4: maybe a nsfw question, skip it if it is, was there a plan to ship them together like a couple? Like how some ppl ship the super-sons together?

5: in their phones, what’s their family/friends contact names? Like just regular mom or mama Lois 👩🏻 for Chris

6: when taking a picture/selfie what silly face would they do?

1) Well as of recently because of the positive buzz about Beast World I got from a mutual or two, I might incorporate that with Chris and Jake no doubt being caught up trying to prevent Garro spores from entering into people in Bludhaven let alone themselves. Mar’i and Jake I can definitely see being wowed when Kory freed their Dad via luring the spore out but then crushing it with her teeth, preventing her from transforming while Dick was cured. I can definitely see Chris and Jake being there for their friend Jasper as not only is there the obvious with his Dad but also he’ll need their aid in preventing his mother Rae from being possessed by her dark self.

I haven’t been able to check out what’s going on in Action Comics so far (mainly I’ll pick it back up once Jon is restored to his proper age but I digress) but from what I can look up, the Blue Earth Movement are most definitely gonna be adapted as regular adversies for both Chris’ family and Jake’s too given their whole Human Supremacy shtick. Especially since in my own canon, Bludhaven has a sizable population of Tamaranean immigrants

2) In the future of this world…I can see Chris and Thara finally being wedded together and having a child or two together so neither Dru nor Chris would be the last of the House of Zod biologically speaking.

Though Chris might be identify as a Zod by birthright, he still proudly accepts his adoption into the House of El by Clark and Lois

3) I can only see them permanently retire once in their older ages when maybe their powers are beginning to dampen, they leave behind successors they trained for the ways of super hero work if they feel like stepping up, and the have fulfilling lives with their respective true loves

As for temporary retirements like you’d see if they’re kids and the like, likely if an internally traumatic and painful event in their lives happens with their inability to stop it or even moreso if it’s their fault somehow. Of course these retirements only last so long before the call of duty comes for them in form or another and don their costumes once again.

4) Oh No NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

No

I have seen how naughty (and in my complete honesty Perverted) fan artists and writers take that sort of ship and it makes me queasy, especially if they don’t even have the tact or foresight to age up the characters involved.

So yeah, no way I’m ever shipping Chris and Jake romantically. At the very most platonically as very close best friends but that’s the line I’m gonna have to draw

I don’t wanna invite those certain people to my little silly stupid fanon thingy, thank you very much.

Now…NOW if someone does ship them romantically in an age appropriate, family friendly, childhood crush with completely averting any to all intensely naughty and lewd acts, then I can respect them. Just not it for me personally

5) Chris;

Mom Lois

Dad Clark

Big Bro Kon

Lil Bro Jonno

Auntie Kara

Cousin Kenan

Jakey Best Buddy

Mar’i Big Sis of Best Buddy

Mrs Kory

Mr Grayson

Tim Best Robin

Cass Best Batgirl

Mr Bruce Wayne

Jake;

Momma

Daddy

Big Sis

Uncle Timmy Best Uncle and Best Robin

Uncle Jay

Auntie Cass

Grandpa Bruce

Chris Best Buddy

Jonno Lil Bro of Best Buddy

Konner

Mr Clark

Mrs Lois

Uncle Gar

Auntie Rae

Jasper , 2nd Best Buddy

Uncle Vic

Uncle Roy

Uncle Wally

Irey Sis of Jai-Jai

Jai-Jai

Auntie Donna Best Auntie

6) Hmmmm Maybe Either Goggly Eyes with their mouths wide open all crazily OR the Grumpy Cat look

Your asks are always appreciated here @pin-crusher2000

[charkyzombicorn]

Soul eater x ONE PIECE

meister’s

Zoro - 3 swords - Jinbe, chopper, sanji

Ussop - sling shot - luffy

Nami - weather staf - Franky

Brook- Cane sword - robin

Weppons

Jinbe - right hand sword - Zoro

Chopper - mouth sword - zoro

Sanji - left had sword sword - zoro

Luffy - sling shot - ussop

Franky - weather staff - Nami

Robin - sword - Brook

DON'T DRAW ME BACK TO MY SOUL EATER PHASE--

Okay so I have to make the whole crew around the same age because this is kinda highschool au

Usopp walks into his first day at the DWMA hoping to be a great meister like his father, and ends up getting put in the Sorting Program for kids that enroll without a partner.

Who's in that class? Luffy, because he's too unruly to keep a partner and also who wants a slingshot when you could have a sword or smth??? He Was partnered with Sabo, then Sabo "died", then he was with Ace but Ace was a weapon and terrible at range weapons even if they were super soul-resonant, then there was Coby but Coby didn't have the will to keep up (at the time! He gets better) so here Luffy is in the reject pile.

Usopp, who had a slingshot as a kid, immediately gets drawn to Luffy. Luffy tells him point-blank that to be his meister Usopp has to be gunning for The World's Best Meister because he's Gonna be the best weapon. Usopp kinda laughs it off but they become partners anyway.

Luffy's known Zoro a few days so of course they're bffs even tho Zoro is strictly a sword meister so they can't be partners. Luffy also knows Nami already. Zoro's got Chopper, who's his little brother, but he meets Sanji and Jimbe later (Sanji whose turned his legs to blades to try fighting off Don Krieg - who collects young weapons to get stronger. And Jimbe, who's under a curse from a witch [Big Mom] that Ace breaks) Nami knew Franky because they were both adopted by Tom, Kokoro and Belle-mere (they're either poly or qpp) and Franky was too bizarre in general so he got hold back 2 years until he could partner with his baby sis. Robin and Brook are the Cool Kids, on par with Kid kinda Elite even thought Brook is clinically insane (Robin Doesn't let kids bully him for it, for their safety and Brook's peace of mind) and they met in school. Robin doesn't actually introduce herself really she and Brook just start following the crew and then an incident has the whole group killing a few hundred tainted souls

If something similar to souleater canon happens between Usopp and Luffy I Will Cry but write it anyway because The angst?? Luffy sacrificing his life, his dream, for fear-paralysed Usopp??? Usopp going Insane about this???

[loorain]

Sims 4 Fontenot Legacy - Seeing Double

Sigrid and Robin decided that the girls should get to know their twin cousins a little more, so the two packed up and made a visit to Sigrid's sister Yolanda's house, where she cares for three of the four siblings.

Sigrid: Hey sis, good to see you.

Yolanda: Great to see you, too. So glad you guys could come.

Sigrid: Well we haven't been to your new place yet, it's about time. By the way, looks pretty nice in here.

Yolanda: We're still getting settled and all, but the necessities and a couple of fun things are here, so that's what matters.

Yolanda: Even more importantly, I'm glad the twins are finally getting some cousin bonding time with each other! It's been a long time coming!

Sigrid: Tell me about it! Who knew there'd be THREE sets of twins in our family!

Yolanda: You and Virginia must've drank some special potion or something.

For anyone new or who may have forgotten, Sigrid and Yolanda have another sister, Virginia. She gave birth to two sets of twins, boy-boy, and girl-girl, before her untimely death thanks to neighborhood stories. Her ex-husband gained custody of one of the boys during the divorce process, while Virginia got the other son and the girls, who were born after the divorce process was complete. Yolanda lived with her to help care for the brood before she passed, and she took on the responsibility of caring for them exclusively afterward.

Meanwhile, Alma makes her first official introduction to her big cousin and fellow twin, Camila. She's... a little less than impressed 😆

But the family has a good time together! Alma eventually grows comfortable around the bigger kids and Audrey spends time talking people's ears off with her sweet little voice and bountiful imagination.

Robin: It's really nice that the girls get this time with their cousins.

Yolanda: Tell me about it. Seems like the girls especially seem to be bonding well. It's a shame Kirk's twin couldn't be here today.

Robin: How does that work out usually? I'm sure Kirk feels a little weird not being with his twin when he's surrounded by reminders.

Yolanda: It's... a sensitive point for him. He may not say it, but I can tell he feels like a part of him is missing. What can I do though? Sergio was granted custody after the divorce. I'm doing what I can to care for the three others but... adding another to the mix? I'm not sure I could handle it.

Robin: It's a difficult situation. I can only imagine the impact it's having on you guys. But I want you to know we've got your back.

Yolanda: That means a lot, Robin. Thanks.

Robin: Of course. That's what family's for.

Yolanda: Speaking of family, you know I have to ask, when are you finally going to tie the knot with my sister?

Robin chuckles.

Robin: We're working on that. We wanted to wait for the girls to get a little older so they could enjoy the festivities too.

Yolanda: Well don't wait too long. I wanna see my sister married before the grays start coming in. She's not getting any younger!

Robin: Well she'll always be young and beautiful in my eyes.

Yolanda smirks.

Yolanda: Smooth. That gets you some brownie points.

As the evening progresses, Kirk finds himself sitting in the kitchen away from the rest of the family. Audrey ends up coming into the room to keep him company. Though Kirk is a kid of few words, his expression shows that he enjoys the company of his little cousin.

Sigrid finds that Alma is being extra loving today too, being in a seemingly much better mood. She chalks it up to the increased activity and attention of her cousins, but she enjoys the affection nonetheless. Robin notices it too and can't help but smile.

All-in-all, the visit to Yolanda's house is a success, and the two households look forward to the next time everyone can get together, hopefully with all sets of twins together.

[stormclouds-chainmail]

[Image description: several Reddit screenshots. Image 1 and 2 described here. Images 3 to 5 have alt text which I've included here too as Tumblr sometimes loses alt text.

Image 1: Reddit user Dependent_Top_4425: Robins see their reflection in your glasses and go into attack mode.

Reddit user RazorFlea: Why the fuck did Batman teach them that

Image 2: Reddit user MyCatCalledLuna on Dec 26, 2023: My favourite Reddit post is someone whose sis-in-law is pregnant with a girl and her brother wants to name her Stephanie which SIL doesn't like (brother will not accept another name). You then find out they have two boys already, Richard and Jason, named by brother. Someone asked if he liked batman and it ended badly for the brother.

Reddit user gibbsith on Dec 27, 2023: @ MyCatCalledLuna i'd never seen that post before so i looked it up and Yes its crazy but my fave comment was on the update post where someone was like "i cant believe someone was a big enough robin stan to fabricate this lie and keep it going!" to which someone rightfully responded "tim drake behavior"

Image 3: an AITA post by u/JustBeingHonest4 titled AITA for telling my SIL that no one in our family is named Stephanie?

Verdict: Not the A-hole

I can't figure out if I did anything wrong, or if so, what, because I honestly have no idea what's going on. Hopefully someone here can give me a clue. Here's the relevant info, as far as I know.

My brother and his wife are expecting their first girl after two boys. I love Ricky and Jace, and so does my SIL, but she has always wanted a girl and is very excited to be having one. She also wants to name the girl Chloe, as she loves that name. My brother hates the name Chloe and really wants to name their daughter Stephanie. They have been arguing about it for a few weeks, since finding out the gender.

I got to my parents house late last night and my SIL was the only person still awake. We talked for a little bit, and she asked me the weirdest question. She asked me if I knew any stories about great aunt Stephanie. I was so confused. I literally said "who?"

SIL clarified that she was talking about our grandmother's older sister that died when grandma was a little girl. Our grandma had two sisters, but their names were Judy and Lynn. There's no one in our family named Stephanie, as far as I know. I told as much to my SIL. She changed the subject after that, and we soon went to bed.

This morning my brother and his wife were both sulking during breakfast. Even the kids could tell. Ricky kept saying "stop being grumpy on Christmas." So it wasn't just my imagination. I got my brother alone and confronted him. He snapped at me for "meddling" and told me to stay out of his marriage.

My brother is pissed at me, and my SIL won't even talk to me. I'm afraid to say anything to my parents and drag them into this, especially since I still don't know what this is. Either my grandmother had a secret sister that I don't know about but my brother does for some reason, or my brother lied to his wife to convince her to name their baby Stephanie. Both options seem equally weird to me. Maybe there's a third possibility I'm not seeing?

Reddit, am I the asshole? If so, please explain to me why. I don't want to be the reason Christmas is ruined.

Update: Most awkward Christmas Eve dinner ever. Gotta keep this short; lots going on. Everyone now knows what my brother was doing with the kids names(except the kids obviously). They are pissed. Weirdly my mom is the most pissed. A Christmas truce is in place for the kids, so no fighting on the holiday. However the baby is definitely going to be named Chloe. My brother very quickly backed down when my mom said some few choice words to him. The topic is completely banned for the rest of festivities, so, for now at least, they've tied a bow on the situation.

Image 4: Christmas morning update: Aside from some glaring over a couple of the boy's stocking stuffers (Robin Funko pops) everything went well with the gift opening (as well as being woken up at 5:30 AM by being jumped on by one's nephews can). I think my brother realizes he crossed a line and has been very attentive to his wife. He mentioned getting Chloe's name embroidered on some stuff when they get home. He even told mom he would do the Christmas breakfast so she could have a break and he gave me an "I'm sorry" grin when I opened his gift. I think everything is going to be fine.

Image 5: Comment from Chandak562: Your brother is a comics fan, right? Is he by any chance a big Batman fan, because I'm seeing a kind of pattern with these names.

Reply from op: Yeah, big time. How did you know?

Reply from FKAlag: Let's just say that if this baby had been a boy he would have suggested Tim.

Reply from op: That was the name he wanted if they were having a boy! How did you know that?!

Reply from FKAlag: These are all the names of former Robins. As in BATMAN & ...

Richard Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown and Damian Wayne.

EDIT: In all fairness, it was u/Chandak562 who figured the Robin connection out.

Reply from op: I am going to confirm this on Wikipedia, but if you're right, and I can't imagine why you would make this up, my brother is about to be in so much trouble.

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i’ve always thought reddit is a hellscape but my friend just sent me this and yk what maybe i’ll give it a chance

[kandadiff]

Larger Than Life : Season 2

~

Larger Than Life gained a huge following which boosted its participants into fame (for better or worse). We are bigger than before but not huge. but it gave nearly everyone in the show enough to be signed to one of the top 2 labels. These labels (Dynasty Studios & Revival Entertainment) are the people you want to be signed with if you want to make it big.  They signed everyone with temporary contracts.

I mean, these management groups have signed people of all professions, with a goal to bring them back home to sunset boulevard to change the direction hollywood is currently headed. These groups are chaotic in their own regard, with a cut throat mission to capitalize and win, but one thing is for sure, they promise you the same: fame and fortune. but is there really enough to go around when everyone is competing for the same thing? 

After all, it’s not all glitz and glamor . what is hollywood without its scandals , after all ? but whatever skeletons reside in your closet will be taken care of … for a price . nothing to fear . besides , it’s all worth it if it means being famous … right ?

Season 2 is all about solidifying your contract and expanding your profile while entertaining millions of watchers weather it be with your talent or drama. Welcome one Season 2!

~

Note: the difference in season 2 is the house is bigger. and everyone has their own room. The floors are divided by decade from 50's on the first floor to 2000s on the 6th floor.

There are going to be activities and like before fans can vote people out & challenges will be present.

~ ~ ~

It was no secret that when season 1 wrapped a couple of months ago. I was depressed. I was humiliated by my father, a tape of me was leaked, and I kept receiving hateful or gross messages. I was honestly surprised when people from both Revival Entertainment and Dynasty Studios approached with a temporary contact. It lightened my mood a bit but it was hard to sludge through all the negativity.

Of course, people were keeping an eye on me, trying to cheer me up or keep me out of my apartment. None, more than Robin though who brought me nearly everywhere with him and today was no exception. We were both invited to a house party thrown at an AIRBNB, thrown by Damien, to welcome everyone back into the house. Once the party was done everyone was going to head to the house.

"Try and cheer up, sis." Robin said as we got out of his new sleek black sports car. The party was already in full swing, the music could be heard from down the block and obnoxious lighting danced on the darkening sky. Some people were drinking near the front door or looked like they were waiting for people to arrive though, we arrived late ourselves. I didn't recognize a lot of the people but it didn't surprise me. Given by the state of some of these people I knew it would be a typical Damien Thorne party. debaucherous, loud and hedonistic. Maybe this would be a good time.

I spoke to soon of course because nearly as soon as we walked in and greeted the familiar faces I was met with the flushed face of some drunk idiot. "Hey, kay!" his eyes traveled down to my chest and I stepped back from him Robin quickly putting himself between me and the man. "Your tits looked fucking phenomenal on that boat." he let out a loud donkey like laugh and looked back at the group he came with. They howled in laughter.

"Fucking" Robin sighed and stepped in front of me taking my arm in his hand and looking around. He stopped when he saw a familiar face. "Hey, Austin can you get her a drink?" Though, it sounded like a question it wasn't. Austin nodded, looked over at the man then Robin and gently took my hand.

"Come on, I'll make you something myself."

I shook my head eyeing the asshole that seemed to take joy in my embarrassment. "I don't want to drink, I want to leave." Robin looked down at me pushing me towards Austin.

"No, you need a drink. Go get one." He said and I opened my mouth to speak but his jaw was tight and I knew this wasn't up for debate. I huffed following Austin and couldn't help but smile when I heard Robins fist hitting the man and the collective gasp of the people around them.

Austin lead me toward the backyard where a large bar station was held and the people could get away from the ear splitting music. I sat on the bar stool while Austin fiddled with various bottles in an attempt to make me the drink he promised. The breeze was nice and warm and people splashed around in the pool and I recognized a few people.

Jennie sat with her feet in the water in barely there bathing suit laughing with Lisa and once they saw me they whispered to themselves and giggled. I sighed and looked toward the house. Justin was smoking and drinking with Selena by the door. Tyler was dancing erratically with Bella in the threshold and I could hear Jackson laugh once the music paused for a second.

"Was everyone invited?" I asked trying to ignore Jennie and Lisa's laughing.

Austin's smile was infectious and he nodded, pouring teh finishing touches on the drink he was making. "Everyone who he heard was going to be in the house this season - or who is on the list anyway." He slid it over to me. "There you go."

"Thanks." I gave him a weak smile looking down at the red and orange liquid. "This isn't the shit you tried to serve me last year right?"

He frowned feigning offense, "Try it, I perfected it."

I crinkled my nose and shook my head. "I don't really want to drink tonight."

"None of that," he shakes his head wrapping my hand around the solo cup with his hand. "Its the last day before the house, let loose" his eyes flicker to the girls in the pool "You got friends here. We'll keep an eye on you."

I sigh looking down at the cup. Since the show ended and everything piled ontop of each other I separated myself from Damien as well. He tried to reach out but I ignored him. He even came over my apartment a few times but I never answered the door. I knew he was checking on me through Robin like I checked on him but I did feel guilty on making him deal with the tape on his own while I felt with it on my own instead of doing it together. And here I was at a party he was throwing for a place that we were going to be stick together.

"Fuck it." I knocked back the drink. I drank it as fast as I could before the taste could hit, it dribbled down my chin as I swallowed and made a face at the bitter taste.

"Thats the spirit!" Austin laughed taking my cup and starting to fill it again. I laughed at his laugh and shook my head getting off the stool to fast and nearly falling then laughing again, Austin quickly grabbed me. "Oh she laughs again!"

"Shut up" I push him away still smiling. "I'll let loose but you have to promise not to make my drinks anymore."

~ ~ ~

One person that was happy to be there - that was happy to be at any party - was Katya. If she was going to do anything, it was dance like no one was watching. Though she was so good at it - it was hard not to look. She stood at the center of the dance floor, hitting every beat as the music played around her and the lights strobed.

She started dancing with Kassie and Sabrina but of course as more people came to the party, more and more people surrounded her. Of course she didn't mind, she thrived in a crowd. It wasn't until men started getting a little too close to her - contently forgetting she was with V. The two had made it official since the first season ended and they had been very public about it. So the sweaty men who kept flashing his 6 pack at her like it was going to impress her - was annoying to say the least. She pushed him away several times - she even stopped dancing to check her phone to see if Taehuyng was on his way to the party. He said he'd be there soon.

"Why do you keep checking your phone, little mama?" He asked looking at her chest instead of her face. She watched his eyes crawl his way down her body then back up before finally settling on her brown eyes. Katya hoped that he wouldn't be in the house tomorrow as she gave him a big clearly fake smile.

"Checking when I can stop dancing and crawl on my boyfriends dick." She said so bluntly he stopped dancing for a moment and looked at her. His lips curled into a snake-like smile and his hand tried to wrap around her waist.

"I'd never make you wait for me." He said biting his lip. She shoved his hand away.

"Gross." He moved through teh crowd of sweaty bodies towards the cooler of beer. He followed her calling out to her by the wrong name.

"Katie! Katie!"

She rolled her eyes grabbing a beer and looking around the party for an escape when she spotted the familiar red hair of Hoseok. Tae was here! She looked around excitedly for him through teh dense crowd, cursing that she didn't wear taller heels. She was only 5'2 naturally and the 5 inch heels didn't do much to elevate her in the crowd. Plus that annoying guy was still calling her Katie behind her.

She out a loud scream when she felt someone barrel into her and lift her up. She started banging on his back thinking it was that annoying muscle head when she spotted the familiar shirt he was wearing. A shirt she picked out for him and her angry screams turned into girlish squeals. "Tae!" He started walking her towards the stairs and she laughed trying to steady herself on his shoulder. "what are you doing?"

"Taking you somewhere private." He said as though the answer was obvious. "I have to show my girlfriend how much I miss her!"

~ ~ ~ ~

Its weird what bonds people. Sometimes its similar hobbies, colors or nursing someones bloodied fists after a fight in season one of a TV show. This was the case of Makayla and Draven. The two had gotten close after Draven fought Fletcher Irwin in season 1 of Larger than life. And it was a rough fight, one that permantanly canceled fletcher and one that cemented Draven as a badass. But it also cemented the girls as life long friends when Makayla nursed her cuts and bruises.

It also helped that the girls weren't huge partiers. Sure, they gladly came to the party tonight. After all, how could they not? It was in thaier honor partly but the loud obnoxious people that were there just because - pissed Draven off and made Makayla nervous. So the two girls danced a bit until the dance floor became too full of assholes and chilled by the bar determining to take a good luck shot together - as soon as Makayla came back from the bathroom.

"Finally," Draven laughed moving her hair from her face and holding up the two shot glasses. "I though you fell in."

"Sorry. Damien gave me something." Makayla smiled mischeviously opening her palm revealing two white pills.

"What the fuck is that?"

"Molly." She replied the smirk still on her face. Her big brown eyes stayed on Draven's face testing the shorter girls reaction. When Draven's face didn't show any feeling for or against it she questioned again. "Try it with me?"

Draven chuckled looking around them, debating it in her head. "Its better to do it in a crowd I guess." Makayla nodded. Draven shrugged and nodded facing Makayla. She opened her mouth and Makayla placed the pill on her tongue then on her own. "Cheers to Molly, mate."

"Cheers to friendship!" Makayla giggled. The girls clinked glasses and swallowed the pill with the bitter liquor coating their tongues.

~

[luscaina]

More Modern ASL Headcanons + Robin bc I Say So

and bc she deserves a Big Happy Mildly Dysfunctional But Loving Family

Robin was forced into a long life of crime at a very young age due to unfortunate circumstances

when she finally managed to get halfway “free” it was a real struggle to find her footing again – after living on the run for so long, how was she supposed to know what a “normal” life looks like

so she does odd jobs here and there and lives in a small apartment, plagued by mild paranoia everyday, wishing to have her old life back even if it was terrible, at least she KNEW what to do

her bleak repetitive life then changes when the three brothers move into the apartment right above her and her first impression?

they are Noisy

it’s actually rather comforting however; it distracts from the oppressive silence in her own four walls (too used to be seen, not heard) and her own loud thoughts (you should’ve stayed, you deserved that life–)

but then again, she tends to hear mild concerning things like:

*dull thump from above* Luffy: “i’m okay!!” Sabo: “Lu, what the HELL is THAT?!?” Ace: “oh my god WE TALKED ABOUT THIS PUT IT BACK WHERE YOU FOUND IT OR SO HELP ME–”

Robin actually rather not know what that particular situation was

and while she has no issues hearing from the three of the, she has never actually met them until a turtle fell into her flower pot sitting in her balcony

and that’s how she met Luffy, who came knocking at her door not five minutes later inquiring about his pet turtle who had fallen off their balcony and her name is Merry do you know what a turtle looks like – oh! there she is thank you, hey, who are you? what’s your name? how long have you been here? do you poop? you’re so tall! wh–

the boy with the tattered but obviously loved straw hat and a scar under his big brown eyes ended up staying for full three hours just comfortably talking Robin’s ear off as if they had known each other for years as he unashamedly raids her fridge

and Robin. just let’s him, listening to his silly tales and everyday adventures, chuckling at his antics, carefully petting Merry in her lap and it feels like the sun has lost a drop which turned into a human boy named Luffy, who insists for Robin to be his friend, uncaring of old she was and from where she came from

Sabo and Ace nearly broke down her door in worry about their “reckless too trusting for his own good” little brother and immediately proceed to apologise profusely to Robin for their misconceptions

Robin expects this to be a one time thing, a fleeting moment of peace in her inner turmoil, but this is Luffy we’re talking about, collecting friends is literally this boy’s hobby

so of course he comes knocking Robin’s poor door down everyday after school to tell her about his latest experiences and empty her fridge and always leaves her feeling warm and happy

sometimes she finds Sabo at her doorstep, shyly asking her about the incredible amount of books she has in her home and they end up discussing their favourite books and authors

other times there is Ace, who brings her food after feeling guilty knowing that Luffy has no sense of manners and always eats through her groceries and Robin finds how surprisingly quiet the oldest of the bunch is in comparison to boisterous Luffy and outspoken Sabo

(she tells him that the 3rd time he drops off the carefully packaged leftovers of a delicious home cooked meal and he blushes in mild embarrassment)

(she noticed that there is more to him than he let’s on)

(that there is more to all three of them)

Luffy invited her to a family dinner and she hesitates but one look at Luffy’s hopeful face with that big sunny smile and those eyes which see so much more in a world Robin stamped off as cruel and cold

she never had dinner with company, she always ate alone

never has a meal tasted so good with the company of three brothers who think it’s perfectly acceptable to steal each other’s food while yelling but god forbid you don’t wash your hands before then

Robin never thought her cheeks could hurt from smiling too much

one day Luffy complains about his homework being too hard and she offers to have a look at it with him – she ends up tutoring him nearly every day

he told his friends and suddenly she opens her door to find three more students together with Luffy, all with their homework in their arms as Luffy just grins at her

her apartment begins to feel cramped (she had never thought) and they migrate to the library, where Robin can use a whiteboard and she finds herself preparing notes and papers for Luffy and his friends, finds she has finished reading a book that she’d love to lend Sabo, finds that she’s been growing strawberries because Ace mentioned he likes them

Robin has grown so attached and it terrified her

she tried to put some distance between them again, no matter how much it hurt because she was not a good person she didn’t deserve this they deserve better –

and she nearly breaks down in tears after Luffy comes knocking tentatively at her door (he never does, he hammers against her door while joyfully yelling her name) asking if she was okay, if she was sick because she never turned up for tutoring and hey look! i got a B- for my test! thanks to you! are you happy Robin? and there is Sabo and Ace, holding books and food, asking if she’s okay

because they care

and Robin had forgotten how good it felt to be thought about, to be cared for because they care about Robin

she never tried to distance herself again

instead she has Luffy’s history tests pinned to her fridge, reads all the books Sabo recommended to her and grows herbs in her garden to give to Ace

upon Ace’s urging, she opens a Tutoring service

and Sabo winks at her mischievously as he leaves several university course pamphlets on her table

months later, Robin celebrates her acceptance into an Uni Course for Teaching, surrounded by Luffy (who gets his face smooshed into her cake), Sabo (laughing hysterically when he pressed Luffy’s head into the icing), Ace (looking comically insulted at what his brothers did to his cake for Robin) and all of Luffy’s ragtag friends who have become Robin’s friends

Robin was forced into a long life of crime at a very young age due to unfortunate circumstances – but she got free

and Robin is happy

[officialaemondtargaryen]

Age Of Consent [part nine]

Summary: Dustin’s older sister thinks Eddie Munson could be a bad influence on her younger brother due to their history. Can he change her mind?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson!Reader

Word Count: 1,708

What you’ll find in this series: big angst, wholesome fluff, sexual content, drug use, tobacco use, alcohol use, and a lot of profanity. This is a slow burn- buckle up, buttercup.

A/N: Internal screaming for y'all to read this one.

Read Part Eight

It had been three weeks.

For the most part, your life had seemingly fallen back into place.

One of the girls from work was on maternity leave, so you were picking up all of her shifts to make some extra cash and keep yourself busy. It had helped somewhat in keeping Eddie off of your mind. It took Dustin a few days, but he eventually got the memo that under no circumstance did you even want to hear the name Eddie Munson ever again.

You had been hanging out with Robin and Steve more often, which was nice. The best part was that, with them, you didn't even need to remind them to not ask about it- they just knew. Despite the fact that you weren't big on having company other than yourself, you really had begun looking forward to movie night with them, and sometimes after work you would all grab pizza from Antonio's.

"Y/N!" You heard your boss call from behind the counter. "Phone call on line one!"

You furrowed your brows and sat down your price gun before heading over to the cash registers.

"Hello?" You asked, answering the phone.

"Do you think you could give me and Mike a ride home tonight?"

"Dustin," you replied flatly. It was Thursday, the typical day for a certain after-school activity. "I know what you're doing, I'm not stupid."

"I'm not doing anything, Y/N," he replied. "Mom has bingo tonight, Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler are taking Holly to the movies, we asked Steve but he's working, and Nancy said no. We've asked everyone, come on, please!"

"Okay, I'll come and pick you dweebs up. But, listen to me very clearly, Dustin, I don't care what your precious little Dungeon Master says, you are in my car by 8:00 PM or I will dethrone him, do you understand me?"

"Yep, totally understand, thanks sis!"

You heard the phone click and rolled your eyes before placing the phone back on the hook. You sighed, knowing that you should just make them walk or bike home, but it was cold and it had been raining all day. Your mother would never forgive you if precious Dustin got sick because you forced him to find his own way home in the rain.

By the time you got home, your mother was already gone to bingo. There was a note on the refrigerator reminding you that there were leftovers and that she would be home by 9:00. You pulled the cold dish of lasagna out of the fridge and cut yourself a small piece before placing it into the microwave. It was only a few minutes past 5:00, which meant you had a few hours to kill.

Around 8:00, you went ahead and left for the school, just in case the club had conceded earlier than normal- you didn't want to leave those little shits out in the rain without a ride. Parked under a street lamp in the parking lot of Hawkins High, you waited, getting through a few chapters of your novel.

When the clock hit nine, you closed your book and tossed it up on the dashboard. You craned your neck to look over at the double doors, fingers impatiently tapping on the steering wheel as you did not see any nerdy kids exiting the building.

"Five more minutes," you whispered to yourself wanting to be fair.

But five minutes came and went, then ten, then twenty.

You threw open the car door and slammed it shut behind you; annoyed, pissed, and ready to cause a fucking scene. You rounded the corners of the hallways, damp shoes squeaking with each step you took towards that God-forsaken classroom.

"Alright you fuckin' losers, let's go." You came through the door only to be met with silence. The room was empty, save for Eddie who was sitting on top of the table where he usually had the game set up. "Where's Dustin and Mike?"

"They got a ride with Lucas after school," he replied as he slid off of the table. You scoffed. Another set-up. "Look, can we please- just talk to me, hear me out."

"I don't want to talk to you, Eddie." You inhaled a sharp breath and exhaled slow. "I want to get over you."

"I was studying," was his reply.

"What?"

"I was studying," he repeated. "That day in the woods with Kelly. I was out there studying to get some peace and quiet. And yes, she wanted some pot for a party she was having, but I stopped bringing it with me." He was closing the gap between you. "I'm doing everything that I can to get out of here so that you and I-" he took your hands and placed them on his chest. "All I care about is being with you and not fucking it up again."

"Eddie," you said sternly as you pulled your hands back. "I don't care what you were doing. I knew this was a bad idea and I'm done playing this game. I just want to move on from this, okay?"

You turned and began to head out of the classroom but Eddie's voice stopped you. "But you can't move on, can you?"

No. Fuck.

You didn't answer, just stood there for a moment with your back to him before you had the courage to take a step out of the classroom. You didn't turn back to look at him, didn't say anything else, just left. Once again. Just like the first time you had seen him again after two years. And just like then, you should have never been here. If you had only listened to yourself the first time.

It was starting to rain again when you got to the parking lot. It wasn't pouring, but it was drizzling and your breath could be seen in the air. It was dark, the two dim street lamps didn't provide much light as you hurried to your car to not catch pneumonia.

"Hey!" You heard from behind you, the doors to the school slamming open. You stopped, just then reaching your car, and turned around, ready for another argument. "You know, the last few times that we were in this situation I just let you walk away, and last time I stood there in that fucking room and I told myself that I should go after you, and I didn't. I tell myself every time and every time I end up regretting it."

"Eddie, what are you-"

"I knew you were going to try-" He pointed a finger in your direction as he continued to stomp towards you. "I knew you were going to try and walk away. And why? It's because you expect me to just let you, isn't it?" He was closing in quickly and before you realized what was happening he was standing directly in front of you- hands on either side of your face. "Yeah, that's not happening this time."

He kissed you with all of the regrets that he had been holding in for two years. You could feel his heart like a hammer in his chest as he pulled you into him. Your lips and tongue moved in tandem, dancing with a partner they could never forget. No matter how hard you tried, there was no escaping that you loved him. You had always been in love with him.

Breathless, you pulled away; looking up at him with his doe eyes- hair damp from the drizzling rain, the water droplets illuminated in the light like a goddamn halo.

"I didn't come after you at graduation because I didn't deserve you," he said quietly. You went to speak but he continued. "No, I know I didn't. It's a goddamn fact. I was selfish. I pushed you away. But now? Fuck, if I wouldn't do anything for you. I mean, you say 'jump', and I'm- I'm nosediving off that goddamn cliff."

"And I meant what I said about counting the fucking days- every day- for two years. You were burned in my goddamn head. Everywhere I looked, you were there; sitting in the library, the hallway between classes, waiting for me at the picnic table outside of the fucking trailer." He stopped and pinched the bridge of his nose with a heavy sigh. "But you weren't there, you were just-" he tapped the side of his head. "In here."

"Now you- you gave me a chance to show you that I was different- that I wasn't the same, stupid kid." He said. "And I know I succeeded. You want to know how I know?" You raised an eyebrow. "Because you ran. You ran, and you did it because you're scared. You're so fucking scared of love. Well, guess what, sweetheart? So is everyone else! I'm standing here, scared shitless and still confessing my fucking love for you like some goddamn idiot."

"Eddie?"

"Yeah?" He said as he geared up for the disappointment.

"You're right."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"You're right," you said once again a little louder this time. "I love you."

"Hold on," a smile crept to his lips as he cupped his hand behind his ear. "Can you say that one more time, I'm hard of hearing- all those years playing in a metal band, you know." He joked.

"Eddie Munson," you announced loudly. "You are right and I fucking love you!"

"Oh, I knew that!" He was grinning ear to ear. "Did you guys know that?" He jokingly looked around at the empty parking lot. "Everyone knew that, babe."

You gave him a light shove, but he pulled you back into him just as quick; his lips enveloping yours once more.

"Just say it one more time," He asked softly.

"I love you."

"Oh," his lips mumbled against yours. "I don't mean to keep bringing up the past, but I'm pretty sure the last time I saw you, you said you were coming to visit your boyfriend for lunch." His smile was uncontainable.

"Yes," you rolled your eyes. "That is what I said, please don't make me regret it."

"Not a chance in the world, sweetheart." He replied with a sweet kiss. "You're mine for good now."

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Those answers were pretty good, I read an earlier post of yours saying they like the fantastic four and guardians of the galaxy (forgets whose was which) and now I got more :)

1: when finishing up a crew of bad guys how do they celebrate, high-fives, fist-bumps, fornite dances, maybe a secret handshake between the both of them?

2: what are their fears/insecurities?

3: what’s their favorite foods to eat?

4: besides for fighting crime do they use their powers for fun? I can totally see Chris using his dark powers to pull a bully’s pants down and giving him a SUPER wedgie.

5: do they use “yelling your attacks” like they do in anime? For example: Jake might say: “StarBolt Blast” when fighting a villain.

6: what other hobbies does the boys have?

7: does Chris do any sports?

(Looking through my posts and finding this one. Well, forgot that was there….Whoops, my bad lol. So that makes it four heroes outside of the DCU the Duo like: Invincible, Nova (for Chris), Mr Fantastic (for Jake) and Spidey)

But anyways, onto your questions my friend ;-)

1. Mainly a fist bump and a pair of straight and backward hi fives to each other.

2. Jake’s greatest insecurity, much similar to his father, is a fear of failure and inadequacy. He dreads a notion of being imperfect which can not only make his attempt of living up to the family legacy a disgrace he’ll never recover but more importantly, can cost someone their lives, whether it be innocent civilians or especially those within his social circles. He strides to make sure he continues what his Uncle Tim instills as a crime fighter, whether wearing the traditional colors or not or if even one’s ally isn’t a traditional Batman, similar to how a firefighter or a detective needs partner, Batman, or any superhero, needs a Robin, a partner, no matter what they think. Jake fears of not living up to it which as consequence would be losing all that he cares for, from his parents to his adoptive uncles and aunts, his beloved Big Sis all the way up to his best friend.

Speaking of best friend, Chris’ insecurities and fears are far more reaching and comped than Jake’s. The kid suffers from great internal anxiety and even spells of self hatred and doubt; any sort of mishap or mistake he makes both intentionally or especially even without better knowledge would guarantee disownment, punishment and abandonment from the family he’s calling his own, worst of all Chris having no other choice but to return to his ultra strict and ever so harsh birth father General Zod. He fears one or two ways of his powers or his own personality going so wrong and ruining so many lives he’s a part of that through his own action, he no longer has anywhere to call home, no one to call friends and loved ones, and it’ll be his fault, he’ll deserve such a fate.

This wasn’t helped at all by the time Zod and his armies did attempt a massive invasion of the Earth to conquer it, with Chris’ very presence in it as being the unintended key to unlocking the Phantom Zone, allowing Zod to escape in the first place. Even though the General and his armies were ultimately defeated and banished back, the cries of those suffering underneath crushed rubble, the doubts of those who witnessed all of the truth being revealed for who Chris really was, and all the tabloid reporters immediately coming up to Chris in the most accusatory manner possible of his unintentional involvement of those actions; all of that was too much for Chris to take, causing him to run away, flying all across the world and not revealing himself for days until he finally came to the Graysons’ apartment on a stormy night and even then stayed for a few more days until finally he allowed himself to see the Kents after all of it.

And yes during that stay at their place, Mari and Jake were right by Chris’ side to make him feel comfortable until he felt ready to see his parents and brothers again. Besides all of those things, Jake is spooked out by being up close to spiders while Chris can sweat very nervously when inside large crowds for an extended period of time

3. Jake unabashedly declares both his Father’s custom Mac and Cheese with Breadcrumbs recipe and his Mother’s Zorkaberry Tarts amongst his all time favorite foods without skipping any heartbeat. In turn, Chris for the life of him cannot skip either Beef Bourguignon or Cheese Pizza with Basil, Red Crushed Pepper and Oregano if he can help it. It’s not plausible for him.

4. While Chris has certainly have strong temptation for doing that to a bully or two at his school, it’s only done in the most rare of occasions when he knows for certain his parents would not get a notice from him his school or find out (even then, Clark finds out about it inevitably). Otherwise, Chris might utilize his shadow powers and or if he’s directly passing by, a tiny whiff of his super breath in helping get a cat down from a tree without anyone noticing.

As for Jake, he has one occasion or two used a tiny starbolt from his fingertip underneath a cafeteria table to blast some mash potato onto a seventh grade Bully’s shirt without anyone noticing if said bully says one or two things too far against either Jake himself or most likely whoever his target that day happens being. This’ll likely be more subtle than his sister who’s had a small history of directly going face to face with bullies with fury in her eyes.

5. Not likely unless it’s for very special occasions and when they do combined moves, for example during a big huge battle in Bludhaven against a legion of HIVE academy villains. In that one instance, Chris carried Jake with the latter’s legs on the formers shoulders, charging directly into the villains, doing a “Star Tower Turret”, the two blasting their heat vision and starbolts front, back, across all sides both on high and low levels all around them.

6. For Chris, he takes a liking to some drawing of custom superhero outfits, a little writing stories based on his favorite shows, reading his comics, and beating ever increasingly difficult levels on his video games

While Jake meanwhile favors watching archived videos of the adventures his parents have done throughout their respective careers, all scrolling online for reality show clips, mainly the ones about restaurants and bars that might have irresponsible chefs, nasty food, mishandled kitchens or most likely all of the above, practicing his acrobatics, and tending to his zorkaberry plants on his window porch. Similar to Chris, he can take time off also in playing video games and reading his own comics

7. Mainly two major ones, swimming and like Jake, basketball. Though he can also play both Football (both American and Soccer) and Baseball, mainly for the latter playing catch with Jon.

If there are any further suggestions or additions to these you’d like to add, please Reblog or reply my friend. It’ll be very helpful ;-)

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Stay Away

Pairing: Reader/Jason Todd

Genre: Smut

TW: AGE GAP!! PSEUDO-INCEST! PLEASE READ SUMMARY, IVE RECEIVED LOTS OF CRITICISMS FOR THIS FIC SOOOO 

Summary: THIS IS A REPOST SINCE TUMBLR TOOK IT DOWN DUE TO POSSIBLE REPORTS LOLOL 

This fic is about a young Robin!Reader with a much older Jason. Mentions of past sexual abuse. This started out as a drabble lol, I got carried away. Anyway, Hope you enjoy! I love reading comments, so don't be shy!

Edit: Due to this fic being my only controversial one, I’d like to update the warnings by giving a brief description of what happens. Reader is adopted by Bruce at 14, she has a small innocent crush on Jason that isn’t explored until she is older (Jason has ZERO feelings for her at this stage because SHE IS JUST A KID HERE). At 16, she becomes more aggressive in flirting with Jason. At 17 (Gotham’s legal age of consent- I based this on New York’s age of consent), she has oral sex with Jason. At 18, they have sex (Jason is 27).

I wrote this a while back, and now that I’ve learned a few things along the way, I realise that a sexual relationship between a 27 year old and an 18 year old is still highly problematic- even though legal. I do not condone these actions in real life, and I doubt Jason would as well. This is purely fictional, an outlet for my fantasies when I was younger. I still do not believe in creative censorship and I want people to enjoy this fic even if it has no place in the real world. We are all allowed to escape into fiction and our own fantasy and enjoy them privately without guilt. 

“And this is Jason,” Bruce introduced you to him.

Another one?, Jason thought, though he felt slightly guilty for thinking it. He had many problems with Bruce, but deep down he knew that Bruce adopted all of them out of kindness and good intentions.

“Hey,” he grunted, holding out his hand.

You just looked at him with big, frightful eyes, still sticking close to Bruce’s side. You looked young. You couldn’t have been older than fourteen. Your hair was cropped messily short, and it made you look almost like a young boy.

Jason raised an eyebrow and dropped his hand when you didn’t take it.

“Who’s he?” you whispered to Bruce with a soft voice that the average person wouldn’t have been able to hear.

“He, well,” Bruce hesitated, “He’s Red Hood.”

Jason’s eyebrows shot up.

“I decided to tell her everything,” Bruce explained to Jason, “So she can make an informed choice since young.”

“When you’re that young,” Jason glanced at you then back to Bruce, “Anything would sound cool. Even something dangerous that will rob you of your childhood. It’s not an informed choice, you’re basically dangling a cookie in front of her.”

“I’m not young,” you squeaked, “You’re just old.”

Jason scoffed at that.

Though you had voiced out your comeback, you were still shaking in nervousness, refusing to meet his eye.

Jason couldn’t blame you for that. He knew how his eyes looked.

“All of you were younger than her when you chose this life,” Bruce said softly.

“Did we really choose, Bruce?” he argued back.

“I’m not encouraging her,” he defended, “In fact, I’m doing the exact opposite. This time, I’m telling her the truth and nothing but the truth. The good, and the ugly.”

Jason saw how you didn’t like the way the conversation was going, talking about you as if you weren’t there. You had a deep frown on your face that made you look older than you were, but also, paradoxically, a cute pout that brought out the child in you.

“Whatever,” he finally shrugged, “Your kid. As if any of us had a say in anything anyway. If this was the only reason why you asked me to come here, I’ll be leaving.”

He turned to leave the manor, to go back to his safe house.

“Good riddance, old man!” you called out after him in a shaky voice.

Jason looked back and raised an eyebrow. You immediately blushed and avoided his eyes. In the back of his head, he thought about how he could recognize your accent anywhere.

***

The next time Jason visited the manor, which was about two months after the initial introduction, he found Bruce training you basic self-defense in the Cave.

Your hair had grown slightly, and you probably fixed the cut to suit your features better.

“What happened to being discouraging?” he said out loud.

You jumped at his voice, but Bruce looked at Jason knowingly.

“It’s just self-defense,” Bruce explained, “Useful regardless of Robin or not. She’s a fast learner.”

Jason saw how your face lit up at his praise.

Great, he thought. You weren’t even Robin yet and you already got that Robin complex every one of them seemed to have had.

The constant need for praise and emotional connection from Bruce, as well as a sense of delusional idolization of the man who adopted all of you.

“Where’s Grayson?” he huffed.

“Right here, Jay,” Dick’s warm and bright voice came from behind. Jason resisted the urge to jump just like you did.

Dick was already in his Nightwing costume, and walked towards you.

“Hey little sis!” he greeted, arms open. You flung yourself at him for a hug.

Jason rolled his eyes.

“Don’t the two of you live here?” he scoffed.

“Just because you’re emotionally constipated doesn’t mean the rest of us are,” you shot at him.

Jason smirked. You were feisty, yet still wary of him.

He found that adorable.

“She’s right,” Dick chuckled, “You wanted to see me, Jay?”

“Later,” he mumbled, and changed into his alter ego.

Once Jason and Dick were alone on patrol, he brought it up.

“Don’t you disagree with this?”

“With what?”

“Her,” he said, “Or more specifically, him bringing her into all of this.”

“I did at first,” Dick frowned, “But you’ve only met her once, Jay. You don’t live with her. She’s been through a lot, and her being Robin, well, I think it’d be good for her.”

Jason felt his chest tightening. Bruce had always used the excuse that he made all of them into Robin to help channel their emotions into doing good, to prevent them from falling into darkness.

Yet, Jason still did. And he fell right into an abyssal void that he was still trying to get out of.

“Maybe,” Dick continued, “You should get to know her. You’ll see what I’m talking about, and what Bruce sees in her. Tim disagreed at first as well, but after a while, even he warmed up to the idea.”

He frowned at Dick, and then looked away, sighing.

“Whatever.”

***

A month later, Jason had agreed to meet Dick and Tim at a diner.

The food wasn’t that good, and the service average, but it held many memories for him. Dick used to take him there after patrol when he was still Robin. When he went rogue, Dick had brought Tim there. Post-rogue, all three of them would meet up.

He was early, because he was closer. He waited about ten minutes before he saw Tim walking through the door, with Dick behind him. Following Dick, he saw you.

He frowned.

He supposed that he had to get used to you being around, since you were already in the picture.

He didn’t know why he felt like distancing himself from you. With Tim, he had a good reason. A personal reason that he had moved on from.

But you? He had no reason to push you away. Though, Jason had the tendency to push everyone away.

Dick took a seat next to Jason at the booth, and across from him were Tim and you. You were dressed simply in an oversized hoodie he recognized belonged to Dick. It made you seem smaller and younger than you really were. Your hair was in a short bob now. So you were growing it out after all.

Fine. He decided to give you a chance. He had been unfair to you, after all.

“Isn’t a bit too late for you to be out, kid?” he poked at you, “Don’t you have school tomorrow?”

“Fuck you, you colossal freak of nature,” you cussed at him.

Jason was taken aback.

And then he started laughing out loud.

You weren’t so bad after all. The shyness and wariness that you displayed the earlier times almost all gone, and then there was that familiar accent that he somehow felt at ease listening to.

Dick let out a loud groan.

“You owe me twenty,” Tim suddenly said to Dick.

“Come on,” Dick addressed you, “I had faith in you! What happened?”

“It’s just in my nature, okay?” you pouted, “I can’t help it.”

Dick fished out a twenty and threw it at Tim.

“What is happening?” Jason asked, confused.

“I bet ten that the first thing she says to you would be an insult, twenty if she threw in the word ‘fuck’,” Tim grinned.

“And I,” Dick enunciated dramatically, “Thought that she would at least hold it in until after we finished eating.”

“What, you a potty mouth or something?” Jason smirked at you.

“Unless Alfred or Bruce is around,” you grinned.

It was the first time you smiled at him.

“Coward,” he shook his head, “I used to say all sorts of shit even in front of Bruce and Alfred. You gotta step up your game, kid.”

“And Alfred got you bankrupt, didn’t he?” Dick reminded, “You had to put so much of your allowance in the swear jar.”

“I believe in freedom of expression, alright?” Jason huffed, “I had to stand by my principles.”

“Principles?” Tim scoffed, “You?”

“Yes, me, Timbers,” Jason reiterated, “I’m a man of my word. If I’m gonna swear, I’m gonna go all the way.”

“You’re an old man of your word,” Jason heard you mumble.

“I’m only twenty-three, sweetheart,” he responded, “Dick’s the old man here.”

“Am not!” Dick protested.

“Yeah, Dick’s not,” you agreed.

“How does that make any sense?” Jason challenged.

“Because Dick doesn’t treat me like I’m a kid,” you shrugged, “He brings me up to his level, so I don’t see him as an old man. You on the other hand…”

“But you are a kid!” Jason argued back, “What are you, twelve?”

“You know for a fact that I’m fourteen!” you growled.

Jason grinned at you, and expected you to continue defending yourself. But for some reason, you just remained silent, and he saw a blush of red settling on your cheeks.

“Whatever you say, kid.”

***

The time that passed between that night and the next time he came back was shorter. He watched you train with Dick, and saw that you had already improved a lot.

He went back, and came back again, three weeks later. Your moves were faster, cleaner, more efficient.

He went back, and came back again, a week later. You landed a blow on Tim.

Soon, he realised that he was looking forward to his visits, because he wanted to see how much you progressed during the short time he was gone- and you never disappointed.

“She must be training nonstop,” he casually said to Tim one night on patrol. Bruce still didn’t allow you out with them yet, because you were still too new.

“Dude, she wakes up at four every morning to train for two hours before going to school,” Tim told him, “After she gets back, she does her homework and studies for a bit, and then trains again for another three hours before going to bed. She’s borderline crazy.”

Jason frowned to himself.

He knew that pattern. Training relentlessly to lose himself in the physical exertion, to feel like he had some sort of power every time he landed a punch, to regain some sort of control.

You were either running away from something, or towards something.

“I never asked,” he started, “But how did he end up adopting her?”

“Uh,” Tim rubbed the back of his head in hesitation, “I don’t know if I should be the one to tell you. You should ask her yourself.”

“Oh, come on,” he groaned, “You mean to tell me that you asked her yourself? Dick or Bruce didn’t tell you?”

“Of course!” Tim grumbled, “We’re friends, Jason. We hang out. We talk. You’re the only one missing from the circle.”

“Fucking whatever.”

***

He really wanted to ask, he really did.

If not out of care, then out of curiosity.

But honestly, a heart to heart talk with another human being? That wasn’t him.

Yet, he really wanted to know.

He had tried to sit down next to you when you were just watching TV alone in the living room, he had tried to knock on your door while you were blasting shitty music out loud. He had even tried to call you up and see if you wanted to meet him for dinner somewhere.

But he never got to it.

In the end, a year had passed since he first met you, and it was your big night. It was your first debut as Robin.

“Stick to at least one of us,” Jason overheard Bruce instruct you in the Cave, “Don’t go off on your own, don’t act first, and always listen to orders.”

“Yes, sir,” you rolled your eyes, then put on your domino mask.

Jason smirked at your attitude. You had come out of your shell and he learned that you were really a feisty, sassy, annoying little brat.

He thought the Robin uniform suited you. It was more modern than his was- the colors more muted- and he saw that you probably had demanded Bruce to include designs of your own. Like how your black cape sort of shimmered in the light, and how there was fucking lace at the lateral sides of your legs.

Your hair was long now.

All of you split up during patrol, and Jason had found himself panting on a roof after taking down a dozen guys who thought it was a good idea to seek revenge for the time he pissed on them from the edge of a building while they were doing a drug exchange.

It had been pretty funny, the way they were so furiously humiliated.

Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw a movement. He turned to look at the building from across the street, and saw that you were sitting there on the edge, legs dangling, overlooking the alley below.

He grappled to where you were and silently approached you from behind.

“I thought he told you to stick to someone,” he said.

“Jesus, fuck,” you jumped, “Stop doing that, you asshole.”

“Think of it as training for your ears,” he chuckled, and sat down next to you.

“I was with Bruce, then Dick, then Tim, then I ran away from Tim to find you,” you explained, “Looks like you found me first, though.”

“Why did you want to find me?”

“Dunno,” you shrugged, “It’s my first night. Just wanted to see everyone in action.”

“Well, you missed one big fight,” he said, “Took out a dozen guys in under five minutes.”

“Not bad,” you smirked, “Wish I could have seen it.”

“You will eventually,” he hummed, “It’s not a big deal.”

“Yes, because you obviously have done worse,” you poked.

“Is that why you were so afraid of me in the beginning?” Jason wondered, “Because you knew I killed people?”

“I was never afraid of you,” you frowned, “What gave you that idea?”

“You couldn’t stop shaking the first time I met you,” he reminded.

“Fine,” you conceded, “You looked pretty big and scary. And when Bruce said that you were Red Hood, that shook me up a bit. But it wasn’t because you killed people.”

“That’s a first,” he scoffed.

“But now I know that you’re just a massive prick who pretends to be badass to cover up the fact that you’re just a sad, fragile being- well, it’s hard to be scared.”

“Oh, we’re throwing shade now are we?” he snickered, “What about you and your obsession with training just to compensate for the fact that you feel small and weak inside with no control over your life?”

He had expected you to retort, but you just frowned and looked down towards the alley.

Shit.

Jason always had that problem where he didn’t know when to shut up, or what not say to people. Granted, most of the time he didn’t care if the other party got offended or not.

But he didn’t want to hurt you.

He was just going to open his mouth to apologize until-

“I’ve been here before,” you started, “This alley. A long time ago. My big brother- he dragged me here away from my dad so he could beat me up.”

Jason remained silent in shock.

“Not that my dad was any better,” you added, “I guess my brother was like that to me because my dad was like that to him.”

He didn’t know how to respond to that. Was he supposed to comfort you? Or tell you something funny to distract you from the sadness?

Instead, he asked, “What about your mom?”

Jason’s mom had been there, yet not fully there. But when she was, he was grateful at least, to know the warmth of a hug in a run down apartment with no heater during the winter.

“Died giving birth to me,” you explained, “Dad always blamed me for it. He’d tell me that he wished I was never born- that he wished he wore a condom when he fucked mom, that at least if she was alive, he didn’t need to fuck whores.”

“And fuck whores, he did,” you continued bitterly, “But they weren’t enough, I guess. He- he even- I-”

You never finished your sentence, but you didn’t need to. Jason was smart enough to put two and two together.

He felt his blood boil, his rage seeping in. It was like he was that Red Hood again. And for the first time since he came back to Bruce, he didn’t try to push that memory away.

He could go rogue again. Just one more time.

“Where is he- they- where are they now?” Jason managed to grit, tasting blood in his mouth.

“Dead,” you snorted, “Thanks to you.”

“What?”

That took him out of his burning anger.

“Turns out dad was working with Black Mask,” you elaborated, “He dragged my brother with him as well. It’s how he managed to afford all those prostitutes and heroin, I guess. I think they were at one of those shipments you crashed or something back then. You left twenty dead.”

Fuck, he remembered.

Black Mask was at the docks, waiting for a shipment of weapons, drugs, and girls. He remembered feeling frustrated that Black Mask slipped away before he got to him, so he took out his anger on everyone else working with Black Mask.

“Lived in the streets after that,” you continued, “Fend for myself. Cut my hair short so people would think I was a boy. I had to stay tough, you know? When Bruce found me, I was doing an odd job for one of the local gangs. Small one. Was supposed to recruit people my age. Start them young, he said. I guess Bruce had been following me for a bit. He approached me and that scared the shit out of me.”

You paused to smile sadly at the memory.

“But he just asked me for my name, and age,” you stared into space, “And he told me that I could do better than that. That I had potential. He asked me if I wanted to help people rather than drag them into dangerous stuff. And how could I say no? Especially after wishing for so long that someone would come and help me when I was with my dad and brother living in a run down apartment with a leaking roof near Crime Alley.”

You finally looked at him.

Jason was glad that he was wearing a helmet, because he wanted to hide from the stabbing guilt he felt. He didn’t want you to see him that way.

“So you’re right,” your blank white lenses pierced his own, “I train because I want to feel strong, because I’ve felt weak my whole life. I train to feel as if I have control over my own body, my own movements. Hell, even the fact that I grew my hair long gave me a sense of control.”

“I’m sorry,” Jason finally managed to croak, “I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s fine,” you dismissed, “Plus, you did me a favour before. I kind of owe you one.”

“Favour?”

“You got rid of my dad for me,” you stood up, “Thanks.”

And for the first time, looking up at you as you were looking down, smiling at him, he didn’t see you as a kid.

“Sure thing, kid.”

***

Jason started dropping by once every two weeks. Sometimes he would even come around twice in a week.

He had warmed up to you after you told him your story, though he was kind of frustrated that Dick, Tim, and Bruce were all right, and he was the wrong one all along because he didn’t know you.

But then, you also started warming up to him.

And that became the major issue.

Since you donned the Robin uniform, your ego had spiked up. Your confidence and arrogance came with every progress you made. A year into Robin, Jason couldn’t see a semblance of that frightened little girl with the short hair, voice shaking as she tried to insult him.

No, now you were just so fucking annoying.

And for some reason, you started to be more aware of your sexuality as your confidence grew.

At the age of 16, you had started coming onto Jason strong.

“Jason,” you pouted at him, “Why don’t you come stay at the Manor anymore?”

“Because you’re there, kid,” he joked, staring at Gotham’s skyline from the rooftop where you, him, and Batman would occasionally stop to catch a breath.

“Jasooon,” you whined, high pitched and long, “I miss spending time with you.”

Jason raised an eyebrow, because you were touching his arm, squeezing his biceps. Not that you could see his face, given the helmet he wore. He kind of missed how you were back then. All you had were insults and swear words for him, and you definitely didn’t whine.

“Don’t you have Tim to annoy?”

“He’s always busy,” you huffed, “And when he’s not busy, he’s sleepy. Tim’s boring. You’re more fun, in an assholey cocknose dickweed kind of way.”

Ah, there it was, your colorful language. He had to admit, your creativity impressed him.

“Well, I can’t argue with that,” he chuckled.

“So why don’t you come over some time and we can have some fun?” you purred seductively.

Jason was taken aback.

He wasn’t sure whether you meant it innocently, or whether you had hidden motives. He glanced at Bruce who was minding his own business, ignoring the two of you.

He didn’t think you would flirt with him in front of Bruce, so he dismissed it and blamed himself for thinking lewd things.

“My idea of fun involves a bottle of whiskey and B-Grade horror movies, kid,” he patted you on the head, “And you’re too young to drink.”

“Hmph,” you slapped his hand away, “That’s not what I was talking about, but whatever.”

You strutted away.

It wasn’t that he didn’t find you attractive, it was that he shouldn’t find you attractive. What was a 16 year old doing flirting with someone his age? Weren’t you supposed to have crushes on the quarterbacks in your school?

Hell, even if you wanted someone who knew of your nighttime activities, there always were the Teen Titans, whom you regularly joined. That Aqualad wasn't a bad kid, but for some reason he didn't like the thought of you dating just yet.

But still, you had no business with someone like Jason. Age wise, or personality wise.

*** Two weeks later, he dropped by again for movie night.

When he walked into the living room, the only person who quirked up when they saw him was you, probably because the rest had already heard him coming.

“Jay!” you squealed, and ran to him, flinging your arms around his neck in a hug.

“Hey- oomph,” he slightly stumbled. It was the first time you hugged him.

And now that you were so close, he was hyper aware of you. You were wearing shorts and a tank top- with no bra. He could smell your vanilla lotion and your chocolate spice shampoo.

He could feel your strong arms, your heavy weight, your burning heat against him.

And for the first time, he actually got turned on by you.

Fuck, he thought. He shouldn’t be thinking of you like that. As if the age difference wasn’t vast already, you were still underaged.

He awkwardly patted you on the back, in an attempt to respond to the hug. He could make out Tim and Dick snickering at him at his obvious discomfort.

“You’ve gained weight,” he gruffed, trying to break the hug because he was dangerously close to popping a boner.

As expected, you let go of him.

“Yeah, I did!” you grinned happily, “I’ve gained about five pounds of muscle mass!”

You started flexing your toned biceps comically.

“Maybe you can gain five pounds of brain mass next time, kid,” he smirked and ruffled your hair.

“I’m pretty sure that’s a medical condition, you twatwaffle arsebadger,” you shot back at him.

“Jar,” a chorus of lazy mumbles from everyone else rose.

You grumbled and walked towards a coffee table, where a clear mason jar almost filled to the brim with folded notes sat. You shoved in five dollars.

Jason took off his jacket and sat next to Dick on the long sofa. You then hopped towards him and started snuggling next to him.

Jason looked at Dick in question.

Dick merely shrugged.

Jason had a hard time concentrating on the movie that night, because you leaning your head on his chest, and playing with the denim of his jeans absentmindedly.

He wasn’t used to it.

Human contact.

And he knew how you were. You were probably the same with Dick and Tim. You just chose him that night to snuggle up to.

But then you made a comment about how hot the guy in the movie was. Jason didn’t think much of it until you leaned up to press your mouth on his ear and whispered, “Not as hot as you, though.”

That made him jump out of his seat in panic.

Everyone else looked at him suspiciously, but you were just looking at him with a knowing smirk.

“Toilet,” he mumbled, and left.

“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck,” he paced in small circles in a washroom down the hall.

He looked at his reflection only to see how red he was at his ears. He gripped the edges of the sink and took deep breaths, trying to play it cool.

Now, it was obvious that you were flirting with him. There was no denying it.

But why on God’s planet were you?

Jason groaned quietly to himself.

Whatever. He thought that you’d probably just drop it eventually.

***

Half a year later, and it didn’t.

And it got bad. Real bad.

Jason still kept visiting regularly, and every single time he did, he would get almost sexually harassed by you.

He was just sitting down in an armchair in the living room, reading a book, when you came along, and with the most arrogant, most entitled smirk, sat on his lap.

“Get off,” he grit, eyes never leaving his book. He was scared of what you were wearing this time.

“But you’re so warm,” you hummed, swinging up your legs across his lap, so that you were being cradled by him and the armchair.

“The fire’s right there,” he pointed to the fireplace, “If you need help, I can throw you in it.”

“I’d rather you throw me in bed,” you purred.

He snapped his book shut and squeezed the bridge of his nose.

“Just. Get. Off,” he growled.

It was dangerous. Your smell was intoxicating, and you were shifting and shuffling against his front. His mind started to wander, and he hadn’t even looked at you yet.

“But Jasooon,” you whined, “You’re nice and soft.”

He glared at you.

And regretted it.

You were wearing an almost see-through white loose t-shirt that exposed your shoulders. The thin fabric clung onto the curves of your breasts which were- thankfully- covered by a pink bra. You had a pair of satin booty shorts on which hardly covered your ass, which was sitting on top of his crotch.

“Actually, no let me take that back,” you pretended to wonder, “You’re pretty hard.”

And you gave him a wicked grin.

His eyes widen in panic and he stood up suddenly, causing you to fall flat on the floor.

“Fuck!” you cursed, “What's the big deal, jizzcock?”

He left the room and rushed to the toilet. He looked down, and found his penis was normal, flaccid, non-erect, unfilled.

That bitch fucking tricked me, he thought.

And he fell for it.

He went to look for Bruce who was in the cave, in front of the computers.

He took a wheeled chair and sat behind him.

“Bruce,” he started, “I need to talk to you.”

“What is it?” Bruce asked without sparing a glance at him.

That ticked him off a bit.

“It’s about your daughter.”

Jason saw Bruce pause, and then turned around to finally face him. “What about her?”

“She’s been flirting with me,” he grumbled.

Bruce raised an amused eyebrow.

“She’s sixteen, and she’s flirting with a twenty-five year old man!” he complained, “If she’s doing this to me, God knows who else she’s been doing this to!”

“And?” Bruce questioned.

“And? And?” Jason repeated, “And aren’t you worried?”

“She can take care of herself,” Bruce stated, “She’s mature. She won’t let herself be taken advantage of.

“Look, Bruce,” Jason squeezed his temples, “It’s great that you trust her and all that, but don’t you think it’s kind of fucked up? Christ, she’s sixteen!”

“And she’s well aware of that,” he said, “What would you have me do? Do you want me to talk to her?”

“Forget it,” he gave in, and left for his safehouse without saying goodbye to you.

Because that night he laid on his bed in the dark, guiltily thinking about your ass on his dick earlier. But thankfully unlike earlier, he had allowed his cock to fill up.

He knew he shouldn’t, but he thought of that time when you and him went jogging around the manor. You wore just a sports bra that showed off your cleavage, and sports shorts that rode up your ass. He couldn’t resist looking at the way your tits bounce with every step, and when you ran in front of him, his eyes darted down to check out your ass before he realised what he was doing and excused himself.

Excuse himself because he needed to stop looking, to stop thinking.

But now, he let his thoughts free.

He thought about how that one drop of sweat trickled down between the valleys of your breasts, how your muscular back glistened in the sun, how flushed your cheeks were.

He glanced down at his cock, which was already hard and leaking precum onto his stomach, twitching in need of attention.

“Don’t touch it, don’t touch it,” he muttered.

He couldn’t stop his mind from wandering, but he could try to resist from touching himself.

He owed you that at the very least.

He gulped loudly.

It really wasn’t fair. You didn’t look sixteen, or act sixteen. You were far mature even at a younger age.

But you were still sixteen.

And it wasn’t fair how you could tease him and get away with it.

“Fuck,” he groaned in frustration.

The way you swore sort of turned him on as well, oddly. He loved your use of language, and how dirty your mouth was.

How even dirtier your mouth would be if he shoved his cock in-

“No,” he whined, and he touched his cock.

He stroked it once, twice, three times, and then he came hard, long ribbons splashing onto his chest.

“I am a jizzcock,” he whispered to himself in shame, and then cleaned himself up.

***

Three months later, Jason had just come back from a mission in Mexico. Throughout his trip, he’d been bombarded with texts from you.

The topics spanned from the usual banter about training, Dick, and how you’ve been annoying Alfred with “ok, boomer” memes, to you sending him mirror selfies of yourself in fitting rooms trying out clothes that made Jason almost drool and you attempting to flirt with him.

Jason responded normally to the former, but sent short uninterested texts to the latter.

But when he came back to his safe house, he found his spare handgun on his bed- which was not where he last put it. On it, was a sticky note with a written message:

Try not to lick. R.

“What the fuck?” he muttered. R must have stood for Robin, and then suddenly Jason gulped, wondering what the fuck you had done to his gun.

He opened his phone to check his conversation with you, only to find that you had sent him a ten-minute length video.

His thumbs were shaking when he clicked play.

The video started with a closeup of your face in an awkward position, setting what Jason presumed to be your phone, on a surface with an angle you had in mind. Jason looked behind him and saw that his chair had been placed right in front of his bed, where you must have put the phone on.

“Fuck,” Jason realised. He did not like where this was going.

Or did he?

In the video, you then strolled to his bed, fingers touching his sheets. You were wearing nothing but a white flowy sundress that Jason thought made your skin look absolutely radiant. But instead of sitting on his bed, you had gone out of the frame, and then came back with the gun.

He swallowed hard.

You sat on the edge of the bed with a naughty glint in your eye. And then, you started to caress yourself sensually, squeezing your breasts as you made your way down to between your legs.

Jason realised he had started sweating and panting, getting aroused as his cock slowly started to fill out.

You spread your legs and dipped your hand beneath your dress, but Jason still couldn’t see anything because you had taken the fabric and hid what was going on under. He saw your mouth fall open and you let out a long, loud moan.

“Jason.”

Jason’s breath stuttered. His cock was aching in his jeans, begging to be touched.

Your hands were working underneath the fabric, teasing Jason with only an idea of what you were doing.

“I’m so wet, Jay,” you purred at the camera.

And then, your other hand went to take the gun.

You brought it up to your lips and flattened your tongue against the gun and licked all the way to the muzzle. Even in the low quality, he could see your saliva wetting his gun. Then, you gave him a wink and brought the gun to where your other hand was, between your legs.

Jason stopped the video then and squeezed his eyes shut, breathing hard through his nose at an attempt to calm himself down. Once he did have a semblance of control, which took almost five minutes of just trying to steady his breathing, he opened his eyes and dialled your number.

“Hey, Jay,” you picked up.

“What the fuck?!” he roared, “How the fuck did you get into my safehouse? Hell, how did you even know where it was?!”

“Oh, Jason, please,” he could hear you roll yours eyes, “You’re overreacting.”

“Over-?” he growled, “Overreacting?! You came into my house and then started to- started to-”

“Fuck myself with your gun?” you giggled.

His dick twitched.

“You need to stop this, kid,” he tried to bring his rage in, “Stop it, before you regret it.”

“Or what?” you teased, “What would you do to me, Jason? Spank me?”

He couldn’t. Jason just couldn’t with you. So he ended the call and threw his phone across the room.

He sat down at the edge of the bed and buried his face in his palms. His cock was still aching, and he was dying to touch it.

He glanced at the gun next to him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, and then unbuttoned his jeans, letting out a hiss of relief when he could finally take it out.

He started to furiously stroke his cock, just staring at the gun laying there. He wanted to smell it. He wanted to lick it. He wanted to see if he could still taste you on the metal.

“God fucking dammit,” he cursed, and then he came in pulses.

*** “What’s up, fucktrumpet?” you poked.

Jason let out a long and heavy breath from his nose, the sound becoming static as it went through the voice scrambler of his helmet.

It was a week later, and Jason had joined patrol with you, Bruce and Tim.

“Fuck off, kid,” he walked away from you, pretending to be looking out for something from the ledge of the roof.

“Oh, come on,” you whined, coming closer to him anyway. “You enjoyed it.”

“Tim,” Jason turned away to approach the younger man, “How’s things?”

“Don’t ignore me!” you ran after him.

“Leave me out of whatever this is,” Tim sighed. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Pfft, you’re always in the mood for me, Timbers,” Jason nudged his side with his elbow.

“No, she’s always in the mood for you,” he pointed to you, “For some reason.”

“Well, I’m not in the mood for her,” he grit.

“Meanie,” you pouted, “All I’ve ever been is nice to you, Jay. And what do you do? Act like an absolute thundercunt.”

He wanted to laugh at that, but he couldn’t. He had to keep up his appearances.

“Listen here, you brat,” Jason finally turned to you and poked your shoulder hard with his finger, making you wince. “You stay the fuck away from me.”

“Hey, Jay,” Tim suddenly interrupted, “You don’t need to do that, man.”

“This little bitch broke into my house and started defiling my things, Tim,” he growled, “Yes, I need to do that.”

“Defiling your things?” Tim repeated.

You let out a soft giggle.

“Forget it,” Jason threw his hands up in the air. “I’ll patrol alone.”

Jason saw the slight disappointment in your eyes when he left which made him feel a little guilty, but he ignored it.

Whatever, you were basically just asking for it.

***

Another half a year went by, and Jason found himself at the Manor for Dick’s barbecue and pool party. He was already dreading it, because he knew you would be up to no fucking good, especially when you had the excuse to wear a bikini in front of him.

He had contemplated about not going, but Roy was going to be there, and Roy was making him go.

The first person Jason looked out for was you, because he had to be on his guard. He was standing at the glass sliding door of the manor that opened to the pool to survey the crowd. He spotted you in the pool, laughing at who he assumed was Aqualad- Jason didn't bother to learn his name- wearing a dark red bikini top that fixated behind your neck.

“Jaybird! You made it!” Roy’s voice boomed all the way from the other side of the pool and came running to where Jason was standing awkwardly.

He knew many of Dick's friends, but he was never particularly close to any of them besides Roy and Kori. Now that Kori was gone, Roy was all he had left.

“Don't call me that,” he grumbled back.

“Aw, come on,” Roy groaned, “You came to a pool party in a t-shirt and jeans? Seriously?”

“I wasn't planning on swimming,” he shrugged.

Roy was sporting a horrible bright yellow swimming shorts with green palm leaves.

“Well, I was, so I’ll catch up with you later, okay?”

“Yeah,” Jason nodded and decided to head to the pool chairs and put on his sunglasses. He even brought a book to bury his nose into to avoid social interaction.

He heard a splash of water and from the corner of his eye, saw you coming towards him.

“Don’t even,” he snapped at you before you could get a word out.

“I wasn't even going to do anything, fucking dipshit,” you shot back.

Jason forced his eyes back to his book to avoid getting caught looking at how the water trickled down your glistening skin that looked oh so soft-

“What do you want then?” he huffed, turning a page.

“Well,” you began, taking a seat on the pool chair where Jason's feet were, “I was going to ask you about Roy.”

Jason glared at you, peeking from the top of his book.

“What about Roy?”

“You guys are close, right?” you hummed.

“I guess so.”

“Like, best friends?”

“What are we, twelve?” he scoffed, “Why are you asking me so many questions?”

“Well, since you're close to Roy,” you started, “I was wondering if you knew his type.”

“His type?”

“Yeah, like what kind of girls does he like?” you grinned.

“Ones who aren't underaged,” Jason growled.

“Jason I'm already seventeen,” you reminded, “Which is the legal age of consent in Gotham.”

“It doesn't matter,” he grumbled, “He's older than me, which makes him way too old for you. Forget it.”

You pouted, and then stood up. He had to redirect his gaze back to his book.

“It’s like you don't even know me, Jaybird,” you snickered, and with a flip of your wet hair which splashed droplets of water onto him, you strutted away.

He was gritting his jaw so hard he could feel his teeth ache.

Fuck, why can't you just stop?

“I need a fucking drink,” he muttered to himself and left for the kitchen where he rummaged through the refrigerator to find a stout.

He popped open the bottle cap on the marble edge of the kitchen island.

“Alfred would kill you if he saw you do that,” a voice laughed.

Jason rolled his eyes at Dick, who was sipping on a can of beer behind him. “I’ve gotten in trouble for worse.”

“God, I forget how similar you guys are,” he leaned against the counter.

“Who?”

“You know who. Her,” he pointed out.

“We’re not the same,” he denied, heading back outside.

“No, she deals with her issues better than you did,” Dick followed him, “As a matter of fact, you're still dealing.”

“Get to the point, Grayson,” he snapped.

“The point is, she’s not a kid, Jason,” Dick told him, “Why don't you give her a chance?”

Jason stopped in his tracks, standing still before exiting through the glass door. It was quieter inside the manor.

“A chance for what?” he grit.

“To prove herself to you,” Dick explained, “I've noticed how you treat her, Jay. Tim as well. It's like you're trying to push her away. Why? You don't think she's good enough?”

“Holy shit,” Jason started laughing humourlessly, “You think this is about me simply not liking her? You guys think I'm just being angsty?”

“Isn't it?” Dick cocked his head to the side.

“She's been fucking flirting with me, Grayson,” Jason said.

“Okay, I get that, but she sort of flirts with everyone,” he shrugged.

“She comes and sit on my lap, whispers stupid shit in my ear, sends me pictures of herself trying on revealing clothes, makes vulgar motions with her hands, fucking tries to seduce me,” he listed down, “Don't tell me she does that with everyone.”

“Okay, maybe not,” the older man frowned.

“Let me tell you, then,” Jason walked closer to Dick, “She broke into my fucking house, sat on my fucking bed, and started recording herself on her phone, and then sent the video to me.”

“Wait, what?” Dick sputtered, “Recording herself doing what?”

“You fucking know what,” he stated.

“Oh, Jesus,” Dick ran a finger through his hair, “Wow, she's ballsy.”

“That's your reaction?” Jason scoffed, “She's ballsy?”

“I mean-”

“She's sexually harassing me, Grayson!” he argued.

“But,” Dick began, “What did you really think about it? I mean, really?”

“What do you mean?” he hissed.

“Did you watch it?” Dick persisted. “The video?”

“What- I- no, I just-” Jason spluttered, caught off guard.

“You can't lie to me, Jason,” Dick gave him a mischievous smile, “You like her, too. That's why you're pushing her away. Because you don't think you're good enough for her.”

Fuck Dick and his fucking superior detective skills.

“She's too young for me,” Jason simply stated.

“Well, apparently not too young for Roy,” Dick smirked.

“What-” Jason turned around and looked outside.

You were in the pool, standing in the corner. You had a hand on Roy’s chest, looking up at him and laughing. He had a hand on your waist, and was whispering something into your ear.

Jason went into a fit of rage when he saw Roy touching you.

“Mother fucker,” Jason swore, and without thinking, went straight to where you were. He stood there at the edge of the pool, arms crossed, and looking down at the two of you who were both unaware of his presence.

“Roy,” Jason growled.

Roy jumped and looked at Jason in panic, and as if you electrocuted him, immediately jumped away from your touch.

“H-hey, Jaybird,” he awkwardly laughed, “I was just- I was- uh- I was telling her about what a great friend you were.”

“Oh, really?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah!” he nodded vigorously, “Jason here is super good with his aim as well. Could even rival mine.”

Jason ignored Roy, and glared at you, who was looking up at him with obviously fake innocent eyes.

“Out,” he commanded.

“What?”

“I said out,” he repeated. “Out of the pool. I need to talk to you.”

“Oh, come on, Jason,” you started to whine, but then stopped when you saw his expression.

You climbed out of the pool, and again, Jason had to avert his eyes. Without sparing a glance at you, he gripped you by the arm and pulled you to go inside.

“Ow! Jason, let go, fucking cocksucker!” you cried.

He snatched a towel from Tim’s grip as he walked, ignoring Tim’s protests and stares from others, and then threw it on top of your head.

“Ugh- Jason!” you complained. He continued to lead you inside the manor, up the stairs, and to his old room.

He slammed the door shut behind him.

“What's the big deal, you shitpouch?! Who do you fucking think you are? Fucking cumwipe, pisswizard, cuntpuddle...”

That wasn't the end of your swearing. You went on for another good minute of words that could make Batman blush, before stopping.

You were fuming. Your face red, your expression twisted into a scowl, water dripping all over the wooden floors, the fluffy towel around your neck that you hadn't used.

God, you were so hot when you were angry.

“You done?” he deadpanned. He sensed that you were going to go into another stream of name calling, so he cut you off.

“I told you to forget Roy,” he grit.

“And since when have I ever done what you told me to do?” you shot at him

You had a point.

“Look, kid-”

“I'm not a fucking kid, Jason!” you yelled at him for the first time, “I haven't been a kid since my dad- since I was twelve!”

Jason suddenly felt pain in his chest.

“I know you've been through shit,” Jason acknowledged, “What happened with your dad and your brother- I’m fucking glad I killed them. And even if I hadn’t back then, I would have broken every single rule and hunt them down and make them suffer before ending their lives after finding out what they did to you. Hell, before you told me that they were dead, I was already ready to turn every single rock to find them.”

Your expression softened at that.

“And I know you had to grow up fast,” he continued, “All of us who lived there did. But you're out of that now. You don't have to fucking try so hard to act older than you are anymore.”

Your eyes shone with anger once more.

“That's the thing you never got, Jason,” you spat, “I'm not trying. I never did. This is who I am.”

You were looking at him with such fierce intensity that Jason almost forgot how to breathe.

Because you were right. He had gone through the same process where he was made to grow up fast, where he couldn’t afford to act like a kid.

He looked at you, trying not to show much emotion on his face.

Somehow in the heat of the argument and you yelling cusses at him, the two of you had gotten closer to each other, and Jason could even see the tears brimming in your eyes that were threatening to spill.

He immediately felt like a piece of shit, like every word you called him. He never wanted to hurt you.

“Whatever,” Jason huffed, looking away to avoid your glare, “Just stay away from Roy.”

“Why, you two dating or something?” you smirked.

He simply glared at you. You obviously had recovered from your anger and was now back to your usual snarky self.

“Or,” you began, “You were jealous.”

“Don't be ridiculous,” Jason objected, “Why would I be jealous?”

“Because,” you drawled, walking closer to him, “You like me.”

Jason had backed up each time you walked to him, and before he knew it his back was hitting the door.

Fuck, he hated how much you affected him. You had him backed up against the fucking door, for fuck’s sake.

To get a semblance of power back, he stared at you straight in the eye, unblinking, and leaned closer to you.

“You wish,” he said coldly.

He noticed that your breath stuttered, and a blush creeped up your cheeks.

Then, he leaned back and smirked.

“Oh, no you don't,” you shook your head, “You think you can win this game, Todd?”

“Unlike you, I'm not playing a game.”

“But yes you are, Jay,” you placed your palms flat on his chest, “You’ve been playing hard to get with me.”

“Playing hard to get is only used when the other person actually wants you,” he scoffed.

He didn't know why, but he was sweating. His respiratory rate had gone up, and shit.

Shit.

He could feel his dick getting filled up.

Maybe it was how close you were to him, maybe it was the fact that you were half naked in front of him with all the privacy he could have asked for.

Maybe it was the fact that it was you who had him in a corner instead of the other way round.

“I'm not a fucking idiot, Jay. Batman trained me, too. I've seen how you look at me and I’ve seen how you tried not to.”

Fuck.

“Your pupils dilate, your breathing gets faster, you start to sweat,” you went on, “And then suddenly you excuse yourself. You run away.”

Your hands went up to his shoulders, and your body was now against his, getting his clothes wet. He could smell the chlorine on you when you leaned into his ear and whispered.

“You fucking coward,” you breathed.

Jason's breath hitched and he had to squeeze his eyes shut. He pressed his palms against the door behind him to restrain himself from touching you, grabbing you, squeezing you, slapping you.

Jason knew he was fully hard now, because it was getting painful.

Suddenly, the pressure and heat of your body against his own disappeared. He opened his eyes.

But sucked in a breath when he saw that you were on your knees in front of him, eye level to his crotch, the tent in his pants mere inches away from your lips.

“What the fuck are you- mmpf,” he threw his head back, hitting the door.

You had gripped his shaft hard, sending a pulse of pleasure through his body.

No. Jason had to stop this. He couldn't go through with this. He shouldn't.

“You want me to suck your cock, Jay?” You purred.

Jason swallowed hard, just trying his best to restrain himself.

He remained silent for a beat. And then-

“Do whatever you want,” he managed to choke out.

You showed him a winning grin, and then unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling down his jeans.

You started to mouth his length through the fabric of his boxers, getting it translucent with your spit. He had never been so horny in his entire life.

As much as Jason’s head was screaming at him, telling him to stop you, telling him how inappropriate it was, he didn’t have the strength to voice it out.

He wanted to tell you to stop teasing him, to hurry up and put your mouth around his cock already, but again, it was like he had lost his voice.

He was utterly conflicted, so he opt to just stay silent.

You hooked your fingers in the waistband of his briefs and then pulled it down, revealing his cock to you. He hissed slightly at the relief.

Jason wanted to remember your expression the minute you saw his cock forever, he wanted to burn it in his brain and immortalize it. Your eyes had gone rounder, your mouth popped open with a gasp, and your excitement grew.

“It’s everything that I’ve dreamed about and more,” you fluttered your eyes dramatically before gripping his shaft and licking one long, steady stripe from the base to his tip.

Jason bit his lip to muffle his groan.

You licked him again, and again, and then started to swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, tracing your tongue around the sulcus underneath his head.

Fuck, you were so fucking good at teasing him, and making him squirm.

He looked down at you, and you were looking up through your long lashes, eyes almost innocent. And then, you took him in his mouth, going all the way down.

“Fuck,” Jason gasped.

You immediately built a rhythm, the most perfect rhythm that he liked. It was suspicious how you knew his preference, and at the back of his head he made a mental reminder to check his room for hidden cameras.

You provided him with the right amount of tongue, the right amount of suction, the right amount of teeth gently grazing him from time to time that he swore could have drove him insane.

Your mouth was soft, and warm, and wet, and before he knew it, he was ready to fucking explode.

As if you were familiar with his expressions, you picked up the pace and started sucking even harder each time you bobbed your head. Jason felt his balls tighten, the heat spreading to his toes and making them tingle.

“Fuck- I’m gonna- I’m gonna-” he rasped.

And then he released with sudden explosion into your mouth, going through a sensory overdrive because as he was releasing, he could still feel you sucking him dry and swallowing.

When he was done, you released his cock with a pop and a grin.

Jason had to catch his breath for a while, because it was the best head he had ever received in his entire life, and he had managed to keep his hands off you the entire time.

“You made me jealous on purpose,” he panted.

“Duh,” you stood up after politely zipping him back up, putting your hands on your waist so fucking proudly, like a power stance.

“Where the hell did you learn how to suck cock that good?” he interrogated.

“You’ve lived in Titans Tower before,” you winked, “You should know.”

He didn’t like that. He didn’t like that statement and implication one bit.

“This can’t,” he started, “We can’t-”

“This can’t happen again?” you finished for him, rolling your eyes. “Typical. Just get over yourself already, Jason. It gets tiring.”

“I’m no good for you,” he avoided your eyes.

“You say that right after coming into my mouth,” you scoffed, “Sure.”

He clenched his jaw. You were right. He was trash for doing that to you, defiling you like that.

Jason must have let his emotions leak, because you suddenly added, “What I meant was, we’ve already crossed that line. We don’t have to go back to how it was before. I like you, Jason. And I know you like me, too.”

“That doesn’t matter,” he muttered, “This was a mistake. We can’t do this again. I’m sorry. Just stay away from me.”

He left.

***

He had avoided you for a long time after that.

Months went by, and he ignored your texts and your calls. Even the knockings outside his door. He had made sure to upgrade his security, with both Tim and Roy’s help so you couldn’t break in again.

When he went on patrols with everyone else, he made sure you couldn’t catch him alone, so he arrived at the very latest, and left at the very soonest, never exchanging more than a few words with you.

And every time, it killed him. He saw the hurt flash in your eyes every time he left quickly, he noticed that you had texted him less and less as the months went on, and eventually came to a complete stop.

You had even stopped calling him those weird, creative swear names that he loved so much.

Jason finally won. He had managed to get you to give up on him.

But hell did it make him feel like absolute shit.

Eight months had passed by, and he was getting ready for the event he had absolutely been dreading. It was your 18th birthday party that Bruce had used as an excuse to host a charity gala at the manor.

Jason thought it was a dick move for him to take advantage of your birthday for the sake of his own gain, but apparently you had been more than supportive over it, understanding Bruce’s position as one of Gotham’s elite.

He didn’t want to go. He couldn’t bear to face you again where you could pull him somewhere private to talk to him. But Dick and Tim had convinced him.

It was your birthday after all.

When he arrived, everyone was staring at him.

Well, he was wearing just a leather jacket over a black shirt and a pair of dark denim jeans after all.

“You couldn’t have dressed for the occasion, Jason?” he heard Tim approach him from behind.

Tim was sporting a suit, just like everyone else.

“Couldn’t be bothered,” he shrugged, “What’s the agenda?”

“Mingling, dinner, speeches, more mingling,” Tim listed down, “Typical charity ball. The others are at the tents. We should get going.”

“I’m the dead son, remember?” he pointed out, “I don’t need to sit with you guys.”

“We’ll introduce you as Dick’s boyfriend or something, come on,” Tim gestured.

“Oh, the media would love that,” Jason muttered under his breath and went along.

The banquet area was set outside in the backyard of the Manor, where tents with clear plastic canopies were propped up, decorated with fairy lights. Since it was spring, the weather was cool enough for suits and warm enough for strapless dresses.

The main tent had a stage where a band was playing classical music- typical tunes you would hear at any other fucking gala.

Each table seated ten, and Tim had brought Jason to a table closest to the stage where he saw Dick, Bruce, and you were already seated with four others. He recognized the Mayor, the Commissioner, Lucius Fox, and a middle aged woman with greying hair he didn’t recognize with who Jason presumed was her husband.

Jason avoided looking at you, but he knew that you were staring right at him. Tim took a seat, and Jason cursed softly when he realised that the only other seat available was in between you and Dick.

Looking straight ahead, he calmly sat down. From the corner of his eye and from a portion of what he could make out, he saw that you were wearing a midnight blue dress, and a silver bracelet around your wrist which you rested on the table.

Bruce had started to converse with the guests, and Dick and Tim were having a banter amongst themselves.

“Hey,” he heard your voice.

“Happy birthday,” he mumbled.

“Thanks,” you replied.

And that was that. The two of you remained silent, with Jason occasionally checking his phone and still avoiding looking at you.

“It’s time for our speech,” Jason heard Bruce whisper to you.

He heard you get up and shuffled to the stage. He was hardly paying attention during Bruce’s welcome speech.

“...and then, the woman of the hour, my lovely daughter,” Bruce introduced you. The audience broke out in applause. Jason still hadn’t turned your way.

“Hello, everyone,” he heard your uncharacteristically nervous and shy voice over the sound system. He took a sip of wine. “T-thank coming for you all- uh- I mean-”

The audience laughed, but not in mockery. Jason couldn’t help but look at you now.

He accidentally inhaled his wine, and ended up trying to cover his coughing fits.

Up on stage, where the spotlight was on you, he had noticed your midnight blue dress had small sparkling stars on them, making you seem like you were wearing the clear night sky. Your hair was done in a simple graceful updo, which exposed your neck that he noticed was flushed, a blush creeping up to your cheeks at your own embarrassment.

Your eyes were wide in panic, and you kept on playing with your thumbs subconsciously.

His breath stuttered, because he thought you were the most beautiful creature he had ever laid his eyes on.

You were usually so snarky, so full of confidence, and wit with a mouth that could make a sailor blush- but there you were spluttering all over the microphone, a blushing mess. And hell, did that make Jason’s chest tighten in yearning for you.

“I’m sorry, I’m not used to crowds like my father is,” you tried to laugh it off, “Here, let’s try again.”

Despite your fumbles, you had a certain charm on stage that made everyone just like you.

“Thank you all for coming to my eighteenth birthday party,” you started, “I must admit, at first I wanted my party to be small and intimate. But I realised that this celebration could be used for something good instead.”

Another round of claps.

“I come from a very… humbling area in Gotham. I’m sure we’re all familiar with Crime Alley,” you stated, confidence growing as you got used to being on stage, “It was hard, living as a child in the streets. But I got lucky. Bruce Wayne found me.”

“Being the daughter of Bruce Wayne has taught me a lot about understanding and acknowledging my own privilege and using it to help others. Growing up there, myself and many other children were faced with the harsh reality of poverty and abandonment. Therefore, I would like to announce that I have started a foundation called Wayne’s Foundation for Children of Hope, where all proceeds will go to the development of Crime Alley.”

You paused and smiled at the flashing cameras of the media and waited for the applause to die down.

“Our first initiative is to build a home for lost children aged eighteen and under, to provide shelter, basic healthcare, food, and education. The primary goal of these shelters is to help kids find a place where they belong, and to help set them back on the right track. These kids also have the option to maintain anonymity for cases that involve abusive environments.”

Jason was looking at you in awe. You were standing proudly at the podium, graceful in your posture, a fierce intensity in your eyes- all previous nervousness completely gone.

Next to him, Dick leaned in and whispered, “It was all her idea, you know. Every single plan for this foundation, even the future plans she hadn’t mentioned. All hers.”

Jason remained silent and watched as you continued your speech.

“But the truth is,” you smiled sadly, “It’s still not enough. The situation in a lot of areas in Gotham is painfully swept under the rug. But hopefully with this, people like us can make things a little better for them. If you’d like to donate to the foundation, it would mean a lot to me, and to the other kids who had to grow up too fast.”

You made eye contact with Jason at that last statement, causing his heart to suddenly drum faster.

The crowd broke in a loud applause and you thanked them graciously, waving as you stepped down from the podium to take your seat.

This time, Jason didn’t take his eyes off you.

“That was great!” Tim gave you a thumbs up, “You did great!”

“Well done,” Dick grinned.

Jason took your hand and gave it a little squeeze, just smiling at you in silence. You looked at him with obvious shock, and then grinned back.

“Beautiful, Ms. Wayne,” the Mayor sitting across from you beamed, “You’ve taken after your father’s charms.”

“Thank you, Mr. Mayor,” you nodded, “But I’d like to think that my charms are my own.”

Jason had to bite back a laugh when he saw the man turn red.

He was somehow more relaxed now, even sparing occasional glances at you as you conversed with others. The dance floor was now open, and the guests had left their seats to mingle with others. The MC also announced that the bar was open.

“That’s my cue,” Jason winked at you, and then went straight to the bar to get himself something strong. From there, he just leaned back and watched how the disgustingly rich people made themselves feel better about themselves by donating the occasional couple of million dollars. Soon enough, he got sick of the pearls and diamond earrings, the solid gold watches.

He checked his own battered and scratched Swiss Army watch he had lifted from a drug lord many years ago. He should be going back soon. It wasn’t like he was needed there anyway. He had already wished you and made peace.

“What do you think?” he heard your voice approach him.

He turned and saw you come up next to him.

“Too fancy for my taste,” he started, “Looks like it took you a whole hour just to get into the damn thing. And those shoes? Looks like the crowbar was less painful than walking around in that.”

It took you a couple of seconds before realising that he was talking about your outfit.

“I meant the foundation, you fucknugget,” you hissed.

“Be careful there, sweetheart,” he raised an eyebrow, “Don’t want these people hearing you speak like that. You’ll lose your charm.”

“I don’t know how Bruce does it,” you shook your head, “It’s so exhausting.”

Jason hummed back at you as a comfortable silence fell. The two of you leaning back against the bar and just watching the crowd.

“I think it’s a great idea,” he finally said.

“Thanks,” you pursed your lips, “I kept on thinking of you, you know? When we were coming up with the plans. Was wondering what you would think of it.”

“You’re making it sound like I’m the only one from there.”

“Well, you’re the only one who would understand,” you explained, “The others, of course they empathized. But they wouldn’t understand. Not like how you and I do.”

And Jason realised that it was that factor that probably drew you close to him when you first came to them, the fact that Jason understood at more than just a superficial level how shit your life was before coming to the manor. It was a painful past that only the two of you shared, and only the two of you could talk about.

Silence fell again.

“I’m sorry,” you suddenly brought up.

“For what?” he frowned.

“For making you uncomfortable for so long,” you whispered, “I don’t know why I did it. I guess I liked your reactions. And I guess I just wanted your attention. And during that pool party- I- I thought-”

Jason waited for you to finish your sentence.

“Nevermind,” you looked away, “Forget it. I just wanted to say sorry. I crossed the line. After you stopped talking to me, I just. I don’t want that. So I’ll stop, okay? You don’t have to avoid me anymore.”

He turned around to face you.

“I stopped talking to you not because I was mad at you,” he told you, “I stopped talking to you because I was mad at myself.”

You faced him with curious eyes.

“I thought- well- fuck,” it was Jason’s turn to splutter. He took a deep breath and started again. “I thought that it was a real shit move for me to do what I did to you.”

“Wait, what?” you questioned, “What you did to me?”

“Yeah,” he grumbled, “You know. That.”

“Jason, I was the one who practically jumped you,” you scoffed, “I basically forced it on you. Why are you blaming yourself?”

“Force me? Pfftsh, you couldn’t force me to do anything.”

“Jason.”

“I liked it, okay?” he threw his arms up, “I didn’t stop you because I liked it, and I shouldn’t have liked it. I was taking advantage of you. It was wrong of me to do so.”

“God, you’re so fucking stupid,” you laughed, “I’ve been pining over you since Bruce told me you were… You know who.”

You lowered your voice.

“Want to talk inside?” he offered.

“Good idea,” you agreed.

The two of you made your way past the garden and into the manor.

“Is it okay for the birthday girl to disappear from her own party?” he smirked when he closed the door to Bruce’s study, which was the nearest room that offered privacy.

“Oh, please,” you waved your hand and sat on Bruce’s desk, “The whole party was never about me. I’m just another excuse for those cuntflaps to show off their new diamonds.”

He chuckled. “Anyway, you were saying? Something about Bruce telling me I was Red Hood?”

“Yeah,” you bit your lip in nervousness, “I’ve had a crush on you since then.”

“Really?”

Jason knew that you obviously had a crush on him, especially because of the neverending teasing and seductions, but he didn’t know it stemmed from that long ago.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “I remember thinking to myself, like wow. This is the guy who killed them. And you know what? You looked exactly like how I thought you would.”

“What? How so?”

“Huge,” you started, “Scars everywhere. Grouchy as hell.”

“I’m not as grouchy as Bruce,” he defended himself.

“Still,” you chuckled, “You looked exactly like how I imagined my hero to look.”

“Super hot, sexy, and good looking?” he joked.

He had expected you to roll your eyes and throw an insult at him, but you just tightened your lips and looked away.

“Look, k- sweetheart,” he stopped himself from calling you a kid. From what he saw on the stage earlier, you were already so much better than he was. “I’m going to be honest, alright? And you better damn well appreciate it, because I’m never honest.”

You giggled softly. He walked to stand in front of you at the desk.

“I think you’re great,” he stated, “And I think you’re beautiful, and sexy. And…”

He hesitated, thinking of whether or not to continue.

Fuck it. He might as well.

“And I like you,” he forced out, “More than you know. Fuck, I like you. I like you so much it fucking hurts sometimes.”

You looked up at him with hopeful, glistening eyes.

“But I’m no good for you,” he repeated what he said all those months ago, “I can never do what you just did. Start a fucking charity on your birthday and announce it to the world as if it was nothing. Fuck, I don’t think I should even be seen walking around next to you when you look like that. I’m a fucking mess, sweetie. You don’t want that.”

He saw as you digest what he had just said. Then, you looked up at him and asked, “What do you think I want?”

“What do I think?” he repeated.

You nodded.

“I think you should be with someone who’s closer to your age, for one,” he rolled his eyes, “And someone who doesn’t have scars all over their face. Someone who isn’t grouchy. Someone charming who can stand next to you on stage wearing a proper suit and tie.”

“You’re right,” you nodded, “I should be with someone like that.”

Jason felt a pang in his chest at your agreement.

“But I don’t want to be with someone like that,” you continued, “I want to be with someone who was ready to hunt down and hurt the people who terrorized me for years. I want to be with someone whose face is littered with scars as proof that they went through just as much shit as I did and survived.”

You hopped from the desk and stood up straight, stretching your hand up to cup Jason’s face. He leaned into the warmth of your caress, his breath hitching at the close contact. His hands automatically went to rest on your waist, still respectfully high.

“I want you, Jason,” you whispered, pulling him down to your lips, “I want someone who can handle my bites.”

To demonstrate, you sucked in his lower lip, eliciting a low moan from him.

And then you bit down hard.

He gasped at the stinging pain, and then sighed when you massaged his lip with yours. Heat suddenly spread throughout his body, particularly at his member which was growing hard fast. He could smell the wine on your breath that you must have snuck a few sips from, the vanilla lotion you always wore, and a new particularly enticing perfume that you must have gotten for the occasion.

“I want someone who can call me a little bitch straight to my face,” Jason felt you grin against his lips.

The two of you were kissing now, harsh and forceful, as if deprived of touch. Fuck, he loved how you were nipping at his lips and his tongue, tugging his hair lightly.

Both of you gasped for air, and just stood there foreheads against each other, his erection pressed against your stomach, your hands around his neck.

“I want someone who is resourceful enough to enhance his home security to make sure I don’t break in and fuck myself with his weapons again,” you chuckled.

“Was it…” he started, “Was it loaded?”

“You bet it was,” you smiled.

“Fuck,” he swore and then crashed his lips against yours again. He lifted you up to sit on the desk, and then stood in between your open thighs. At the slightly elevated level, he could properly grind his erection against your pussy, still covered by your dress.

“You liked that?” you giggled, “I thought you weren’t into that. I got a bit worried.”

“Hell yeah, I liked that,” he rasped, “What kind of sane man wouldn’t?”

He started to nibble on the skin on your neck, sucking and biting and licking

“I’m pretty sure not everyone is into the thought of fucking a loaded gun into a pussy,” you laughed, “Which proves my point. You and me? We’re perfect, Jay- fuck, don’t leave any marks, dumbass.”

“Point taken, baby.”

“Mmm, call me that again,” you moaned.

He stopped nibbling on your neck, brought his eyes to yours, and with a defiant smirk, he said, “No.”

It was like Jason saw the switch in you flick on, because you suddenly pushed him away aggressively. He stumbled, not expecting it.

“Oh, you think you’re in control, Todd?” you purred, twisting your fists in his leather jacket. You were shorter than him, and your frame much smaller. But Jason just loved the authority that radiated from you.

“You think you’re the one who has power over me?” you drawled, pulling him to the side where Bruce had set up a leather sofa and a coffee table.

“When all this while, I’m the one who had you wrapped around my finger?” you snarled, and then pushed him down on the sofa.

Before Jason could even register what was happening, you were already on top of him, straddling him. He looked up at you, the pressure of your weight on his crotch making him pant with want.

“So are you going to call me baby again?” you asked sweetly, tugging at his jacket to remove it.

“Maybe in due time,” he gasped when you bit the flesh that connected his neck and shoulder hard.

Fuck, he was throbbing in his pants.

You took off his shirt and ran your hand down his body. Jason smirked when he saw you bite your lip as you took in his figure.

He still had a bit of fight left in him, and he wasn’t going to beg.

Yet.

“Why must you be so stubborn, Todd?” you breathed, teeth catching at his earlobe and biting. You were rocking your hips against his erection, and he swore that if you didn’t take it out, he was going to rip a hole in his pants with it.

“H-hey, you’ve always been the pushy one,” he stuttered.

“That’s because I like to get what I want,” you pinched his nipples hard.

“Fuck!” he yelped at the sudden pain, and then glared at you as you just grinned cheekily. “I don’t know why I never took you for a sadist before this.”

“Because you’re an idiot, Jay,” you teased, “All I did was torture you.”

“Yes, you did,” he rested his hands on your hips, motioning for you to grind on him harder, “You made me so fucking hard on purpose, and then I had to go back and jerk off to you, which made it worse because I felt so fucking guilty after.”

“That was your own fault,” you frowned. You were finally, finally unbuckling his belt. “You saw me as a kid when I wasn’t.”

“You were still underaged, you brat,” he laughed, “It didn’t matter if you were wise beyond your years- ah, fuck yeah.”

You had finally unzipped him, releasing him from the constraints of his denim.

“Take everything off for me, Jay,” you demanded, sitting up on your knees to give him room to do so.

He listened to you happily, glad to be rid of his clothes. His cock slapped against his lower abdomen, already leaking so much precum.

“Why am I the only one naked?” he voiced out his displeasure.

“Because it took me twenty minutes to get into this dress, and I’m not undressing for anyone before the night is over,” you announced.

“But, baby,” he pouted, rejoicing at how he made your breath hitch, and rested his chin between your breasts, “I want to see your tits.”

You frowned and bit your lip as you looked down at him, considering his plea. He made a mental reminder that you must like dirty talk.

“Then make sure you don’t go home so early tonight,” you managed to choke out.

Jason thought that you also must have liked to be the submissive one, as well.

You leaned into him and kissed him again, this time less rough. He moaned into your mouth, slipping his tongue in as he grabbed your hips and tried to rub his cock against your pussy, underneath your dress. He gasped when he felt that you were already bare, and leaking.

“What happened to your- your panties?” he rasped.

“Long gone,” you winked.

“Fuck, you fucking nymph,” he chuckled, and then groaned when you started to slide the head of his cock between your wet lips.

“Jason, I’ve wanted your cock so bad,” you muttered into his ear as you rubbed your slick all over his length, “You’ve no idea how many times I’ve fucked myself with- with whatever I could find, pretending it was you.”

“Fuck, baby,” he whined, throwing his head back against the couch. Your dirty mouth was doing so many things to him, he was worried that he was going to come right there and then.

“After that time I sucked you off?” you continued, “All I wanted was to choke on it, Jay. I just want your dick in my throat.”

You lifted your hips and sank down onto him. Both of you groaned lowly in pleasure. Fuck, you were so tight, and warm, and wet, and oh so soft.

“Ah! Jason!” you cried out when he bottomed out, “Fuck, I’m going to feel you for fucking days.”

“Shit, baby,” he choked, “Baby, please. Please, move.”

“You want me to move?” you teased.

“Yes,” he whispered.

“How would you like me to move, Jay?” you smiled.

“Any- I don’t care-”

“Nice, and slow like this?” you lifted your hips up, and Jason could feel the torturously slow drag of your walls against his shaft, even as you sanked back down you were slow.

“Hnng- fuck-” Jason mewled, lost for words. “Please.”

It was all he could say.

“Or hard and fast like this?” you slammed your hips down, and started bouncing on his cock at a brutal pace that knocked his breath out.

“Fuck!” he yelled, “Fuck, baby, fuck!”

You weren’t being any softer as well. Through tear-filled hazy eyes, Jason saw your eyes fluttered close in pleasure, your mouth falling open as you cried out wanton moans, and gasped, and groaned for him.

“Jason! Fuck, Jay, fuck!”

He couldn’t take it anymore.

He gripped your hips hard, and then started to fuck himself up into you, matching your pace, making you fucking scream.

He could feel your walls tighten around his cock, the same time you started whining, “Jason, Jason, I’m gonna- I’m gonna-”

“Me too, sweetheart, me too,” he gasped.

“Come inside me, Jason, please!” you sobbed.

“But-”

“Just- just- please, please, please,” you squeezed your eyes shut and threw your head back.

Jason felt your pussy clench tight onto him, triggering his own orgasm. He released inside you while still fucking you hard, trying to prolong both of your highs.

Soon, he was oversensitive, the feeling of your walls almost painful. You calmed down, still panting above him, and he just couldn’t help but stare at you in amazement.

“Holy shit,” you giggled above him, “Holy shit, that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Uh- I,” he panicked, “I came inside of you, fuck!”

“I’m on the pill, don’t worry,” you smiled, “Fuck, I just. I just wanted to walk around after this with my panties soaked in your cum.”

“How the fuck are you eighteen and already so fucking kinky,” he groaned.

You only laughed and slowly lifted yourself off of him. He hissed at the movement, feeling hypersensitive at every touch.

You went to look for your panties, which Jason noticed were a lacy black, and then put them on under your dress.

He was still sprawled out on the sofa naked, sweaty, and well spent.

“I also didn’t want any of your spunk to get on my dress,” you told him.

“S’pretty dress,” he mumbled back to you.

“You should get dressed, Jay,” you walked towards him, hands on your hips.

“Do I need to get back out there?” he complained, “Can’t I just wait in your room?”

“If you get dressed and attend the party, I’ll let you fuck me with one of your guns,” you promised.

“Really?” his eyes widen, and then he jumped back up to put on his clothes.

“I gotta tell you something, though,” you started.

“What is it?” he hummed, tucking his black shirt into his jeans.

“The safety was on,” you said, “On the gun, I mean. It was loaded, but the safety was on.”

“Oh, baby,” he looked at you seriously, “If you told me the safety was off, I would have shot you myself for being so stupid.”

You giggled.

He gave you his arm. “Shall we?”

“Yes, we shall,” you took it. “By the way.”

“What?”

“Are you going to switch back to a more lax security?”

“And have you breaking in again? You wish, kid.”