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4 Innovative Uses of Crowbars | Agricultural Tool | Tata Agrico
Construct fences, fix equipment and do so much more with the crowbar. Read to know more.
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#Tata Agrico#Innovative Uses of Crowbars#crowbar tool#crowbar for agricultur.farms and gardens#crowbar usage#buy crowbar#crowbar online
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When you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen to, publish them, and send this ask to the last 10 people in your notifs đ
aw hell yeah, I've been waiting for this
Bottom - Tool
was legit listening to this song when I saw this ask
2. Lateralus - Tool
3. Venus Blue - Acid Bath
4. No Quarter - Crowbar
5. Kindred - A Perfect Circle
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having been told by my employers that any of our tools or parts could be useful weapons in a pinch paired with having watched a lot of Bones recently has resulted in me picking up the gear shift rod i install and testing the weight in my hand before going "how would they figure out that this was the murder weapon? it's such a weird shape, the fact that it's got a bunch of weird curves and angles along the length would mess with their height and angle estimates if they were thinking about a straight weapon... one side has threads and the other has a flat edge with a hole which would throw them off on what every day items have either of those aspects-" and i don't think these are normal thoughts people generally have at their jobs
#my employers saying this to us btw was during some safety training thing#where they were telling us what to do if someone ever came into the factory with like. an actual gun. or just with the desire to kill peopl#and they were like 'try and get out if you can or hide if you can't and in the worst case scenario grab any of the heavy tools/parts#and fight back but only if you have to!!!!'#and my fave coworker and i immediately upon returning to work after the meeting went 'this would make a good/terrible weapon' about#everything#and both agreed our best course of action at that point would be to grab the crowbar on our way to hide/run#anyway. i think about this too much at work.#i promise im not gonna kill anyone but like they weren't kidding there are a LOT of fascinating things to kill people with#that you wouldn't even think about#im kinda way more shocked now that bones DOESN'T have an episode where someone gets killed in an assembly factory by just some#weird random part that happens to be metal and heavy and good enough to swing#shh ac
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i cannot resist providing unsolicited commentary on my own fic, so here are some sort of external footnotes on today's chapter of playing house
DIRK: No one's gonna want to watch your tool-assisted low% kitchen mopping speedrun.
a tool-assisted speedrun is one where, rather than playing the game in real time, you use an emulator to slow the game to a standstill and record a precise series of inputs that can then be played back at normal speeds. this allows you to take advantage of faster-than-human reaction speeds and luck manipulation that wouldn't be possible in a real-time run
a low% run is one where you deliberately complete as little as possible in the game while still reaching the end - for example, by picking up as few items as possible. notably, you'd generally only use the term "low%" if getting a low completion percentage takes more time or effort than an "any%" run, which is just beating the game as fast as possible without caring how high or how low the completion percentage ends up
all in all, the image to have in mind here is caliborn using his time powers to mop the kitchen as fast as possible while going significantly out of his way to avoid cleaning anything at all other than the kitchen floor
CALIBORN: IF THE WORLD EVER CAUGHT A GLIMPSE OF MY UNPRECEDENTED MOPPING TECHNIQUE. THE HOES WOULD BE BREAKING DOWN OUR DOOR TO GET A PIECE OF ME. CALIBORN: OUR HOUSE WOULD BE OVERRUN BY WHOLE HOARDS OF THEM. ALL SWOONING AND PISSING THEIR PANTIES. AT MY IRRESISTIBLE DOMESTIC MACHISMO.
caliborn has heard about girls getting "wet" and assumes that this means that women pee themselves whenever they get excited. this fits in perfectly with his world view, so he has never questioned it
#alternatively you could interpret 'tool-assisted' to mean caliborn is using some sort of literal tool besides just a mop#i don't know how that crowbar is going to help him mop faster but damn if he isn't going to find a way
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Wanted to try out something different with my digital drawing nonsense so figured I might do a rough fionna from memory on my phone


Tried out different coloring styles. Nothing like a new show thatâs an old show to get cha to remember that you suck at drawin umies! But eh, Iâm getting better. Expect to see more rough phone drawings as the days to the season(? Hopefully) finale go along. Have a good one. :>
#drawing#fionna and cake#adventure time#fionna campbell#idk why I did the stock gmod crowbar pose for her though.#just imagine the context being that she just got back to her apartment and she lost her key or something#also cake with the tool gun what will she create?
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Knights helms are like a kind of kinkwear, to me. Akin to gimp masks and collars but with a yummy crunchy masculine drag facade of defense. Full set of armor is like a chasity belt for the whole body and the donning and doffing in ritualistic and a sacrament.
#sorry i saw a painting of a knight pierced in his side and half pushing himself off the ground#and his big sad frightened eyes were all that could be seen behind his helm.#and it instilled the instinct in me to crack him open with a crowbar or perhaps that tool used to crack crab shells#girl dinner. you know.
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Phew, my last weeks of work are now complete >:)
I loved Dratchet and Ratchlock since the very beginning of my attachment towards Transformers, first TFP RatchetâŚ..but yeahâŚ.two of my favorites character���.plus Keferonâs Mech AUâŚ..I had to make my own thing about it.
A storyâŚ.noâŚan illustration ! I couldnât choose. So I did both :}
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That was not the first time Ratchet came back to his private lab angry, but this time, yelling at his superiors, and at the system, and basically at evverything that could be yelled at except the pilotd while leaving the manufacture, was certainly the last. He quit. That was enough,
you donât win a war with feelings they said
well yes,
exactly,
but you win a war with soldier, and frying their mind before they have their first fight because you want them to be more perfectionned ? That was a little counter productive.
So he gave up. They are on their own now.
The lightly humming of his car was barely enough to keep him awake, it have been a long time since he last returned home, usually, he stayed at his work place, to have more time to sleep, but then, he was sleeping even less. An endless vicious circle, things were often like that.
But all of that was over for him.
He granted these young greenhorn with his experience, and what did they do ? Ignored his advices. Sending pilots to death. So now, he had himself out of the infernal machinery. This mindless waste of human life, even where this is what they tried to save was absurd.
In the middle of his quiet and late ride, he heard a noise. Rumbling, was it the engine ? As he stopped the car backroad to check, the noise wasnt stopping. Came from the sky, military patrol ? He raised his two tired eyes on the sky and saw a shining rail approaching his forest, falling fast. Not quintesson shaped, and with the gaze of an experimented biomechanist, Ratchet identified a mech.
At this moment, its violently crashed on the ground, behind the trees at maybe three or four miles away. No matter how hard he argued with the scientist sooner this day or how bad he wanted to say fuck to all of this death industry who killed young soldiers, he could do something for the one trapped inside the mech....maybe.... the man regained his car as fast as possible and urgently headed for the crash area.
Deafened sound of tires on the damaged road. Ratchet was already projecting, mentally stocktaking the tools he took with him, and lucky enough for the poor pilot, he quit with almost all of his material, and even if it was mainly mechs repairing material, he also bought some instruments which were used for the subtle neuromedicine between human and mech. Could adapt some of it and stabilize the pilot....then he may have the time to go home and grab proper materials. If there was life there was hope.
" bold of him to crash himself just the day i insulted all of his hierachy".
He frowned. Almost there.
The trees nearby were crushed and uprooted. A flickering pink light catched his gaze.
Almost immediately, the Ratchet analyzed the mech. It was different. He didnt know in wich country it was made but that almost looks alien. The curves and shapes, busted and burned on several places were demonstrating an incredible display of genius ingeniery he could just admiring. But time was not for being amazed on plating.
Someone was trapped there.
He stopped and parked his car in front of a fallen tree, rushing to the car's trunk, taking few indispensable objets, including some of them to help a safe disconnection between pilot/mech. In case he wasnt out already. And a crowbar, the cockpit might be stuck, seeing all the damages the mech has taken...
The sound of slightly wet grass under his feet was covered by a frenetic noise of aeration. Ratchet listened to it, while cautiously approaching the unknown mech. It almost sounded like a breath, but was certainly a depressurisation issue. The mech had fallen from so high on the sky....
The damaged plating were hot, probably from atmosphere friction. He raised his crowbar and his eyes followed the curves of the chestplates, searching for a familiar shape, that could lead him to the injured pilot inside. His gaze stopped on a deep wound, that might have cut through the cockpit.
The engineer stepped on the hot metal, his thick boots preventing him from feeling the heat, and he started searching for a hint....anything that could be a mechanism, anything that could open this damn mech !
Ratchet considered the damaged chest plate he noticed earlier. The surroundings of the wound were leaking bright pink, a very unusual color for fuel. Another of these definitively strange things about the mech. Again....not the time for that. Maybe if he could widen the gap, then he would be able to have an idea of what was going on under this armor.
He tapped the plate, -it was starting to cool down- with one of his finger. It was a very little tap, but the whole mech startled. A hiss of pain, recognisible easily by an emerite engineer-but-i-fix-people-too, it had come from the head of the mecha. Was this modele controlled from the head, like Vortex ? But Vortex was insanely huge for a mech, way taller than this one. He moved careful, noticing the shaking of his support.
"You hear me, kid ? Its going to be ok. You crashed in a safe area.".
He spoke in his medic tone, wich mean, of course brusque, serious, but also reassuring and calm.
He mumbled about the mech's features and tiny words of comfort while reaching for the head.
A red light, not regular and rather epileptic was coming from the head, and while he was almost there, on all four of his limb to keep balance, Ratchet saw it.
A spectacularly humanoid face, with sculpted nose and lips was tensed in a painful expression, frowning, but the thing who trapped his gaze was the two optics....
....staring back at him.
Mechs dont stare. Their eyes are glowing, oftenly to mimick human face, after all, human are pretty prideful creature, no point in piloting big ass metal titan if no one could tell these where their creation.
What human couldnt mimick with technologie, on the other hand, was the subtle expression between trying to evualuate a threat, his own injuries, and looking rather on the verge of death but also ready to tear any enemy's limb appart with its teeth.
With just one....very long....look at the other's eye, Ratchet was suddenly understanding what was going on.
Well....probably not but he knew what he had to save.
The pilot, the pilot he had to save.
The mech was the pilot.
He was the one he had to save.
He stopped trying to -certainly- open his chest. If it wasnt good for human it probably wasnt for living technology.
The giant technological humanoid seemed in a high distress, exhaling a lot of air from his vents, his eye still intensely staring at him and the engineer doubted his usual technique -including trying to make himself as small as possible- would work.
"Its going to be okay Kid. I can help you. There is nothing here that want to harm you".
He did his best to convey all of these emotions with his facial expression and gaze, still firmly watching back at him.
"the world better wait till im home and officially retired before killing me".
The mech's gaze -damn it was so more living than ANY human made machinery- seemed to soften a bit but still radiated with suspicion.
Deadlock had been in several bad situations. It happened quite a lot when a specie of giant aliens with tendrils tried to invade your homeland, and he was ready to it.
Trained to kill, and to do it efficiently.
And he was *good* at it.
This time was just another of these âi went too far in my excitationâ moments, and he has crashed on a random planet he hoped was not inhabited. He landed hard, and pieces of his ship mustâve been thrown near his location.
And now, now there was an organic like no one he ever saw, and the organic was on his *lap* and he had the kindest warmest eyes he ever saw.
And these eyes were directly looking at his own eyes, and the well named âDeadlockâ was starting to wonder if he finally had reunited with the Allspark. His pained and tenseful grin faded a little and he tried to move his head forward, searching a better point of view to watch the singularity in front of him.
Ow.
Moving hurt.
Some sound came out of the organicâs mouth, probably a language. He didnât had the proper tools to decode it but the tone of the language was extremelyâŚ.comforting ? Soft ?
This was scary.
He wasnât used to be welcomed like that after a fight.
Usually it was either another fight, either the yelling of a superior, either nothing at all. But this actual living being was carefully examinating his chestplates, and he recognized the gestual of someone who was used to heal. A medic perhaps ?
He tried to move something, maybe a hand, to reach for the pale organic, to be sure he was real, but his body was rather uncooperative, from what he could say, one of his legs was missing, and a lot of wound were releasing energon on the ground he couldnât saw.
The high probabilities of bleeding out and crash was an issue.
He let his head hang, too tired to watch for every moves of the organic, and barely aware of his environment.
There must be a big problem somewhereâŚ.
He confusely thought, while watching the stars.
Must be a bigger injury I havenât sawâŚâŚ..
Ratchet saw the bright light coming from the alienâs eyes slowly fading, and cold swear ran through his back. Yet, he could still say the soldier was alive, the lights of his body were shining, not a lot, but it was enough. He looked at his first aid kit with disappointment. That wouldnât be very efficient since the form of life he was trying to preserve wasnât a tiny human. The nearest thing he could compare the Mech to wasâŚ.well their own mechs, or eventuallyâŚ.Quintesson. An horrible mess of organic and technology. It was partially thanks to their weird constitution that Ratchet had been able to make sense with the âhe is aliveâ thought.
At this moment and with this material, he couldnât help the kid, and didnât possess enough knowledge to tell if he was even dying or not.
He had already an idea of what to doâŚ.to fix him, at least trying to, but it involved several objects he hadnât right now. Leaving to search for these so called objects was risking to let an injured alone, he couldnât take that risk. He was trapped with the mech, and had to hurry and find something. He stood and reached for more adapted material in his car, trying to find somethingâŚ. Anything.
Surprisingly, the most useful artifact he came across was his electric screwdriver and a bunch of screw along with a long metallic cabke. A parallel between human stitch, with sewing threads and the material he had with him right now. He could manage something between human fixing and mech repairing, that was what the âbioâ in bioengineer stood for.
The kid would be ok. He would live and tell Ratchet why he fell from the sky, and maybe if he saw his friend JazzâŚ.out thereâŚâŚ.
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:)) @keferon
(I swear Iâm not insane, your AU is just kinda giving me infinite drawing stamina lmao)
#transformers#maccadam#tf mecha au#ratchlock#dratchet#:d#ratchet#deadlock#keferon#ajsjsjksksjsksksksksksssssssjjjjjj#ITS BEEN 3 WEEKS SINCE I STARTED THIS#and I loved EVERY PART OF IT#this au guys#it will be my downfall#i love it so much nobody can understand#*ugly sobbing*#im still so worried about Blurr haha#pls be ok my bautiful blue diva#<3#KEFERON YOU DID DARK MAGIC WITH THIS IDEA YOU KNOW#Im part sorry there is so much content to see#we are flooding you acc đ#with love#long post
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You wouldnât blame a crowbar for an act of destruction, you would blame the wielder. For this reason I canât be held responsible for what happened to my friend Charlieâs bed. I was merely a tool that force was applied through.
It happened like this: Brendan, Charlie, and I decided to have a late night movie viewing at Charlieâs house. We watched The Hogfather and Groundhogs day and we stayed up until 4am. Then we were all too tired to drive home and crashed. I got the bed and the boys took the floor.
Four hours later, Charlieâs parents woke up. They learned that Charlie had people over. They. Were. Furious. Because unbeknownst to us it turned out they had swine flu. Charlie should had been quarantining not bringing people to his plague house. They ordered Charlie to kick us out that very moment.
Charlie came to rouse us. I am⌠not at my best in the morning hours. Four hours of sleep did not leave my disposition gruntled. Charlie began trying to rouse me to pretty much no avail. He pulled the covers off, shook me, tried to take my pillow, but I was a tiny ball of sleepy vicious rage. When he shook me Iâm pretty sure I bit him.
I should be clear, I wasnât really awake. A baseline function was taking place but no real actual thought. I was piloting on pure instinct and the instinct was: need more sleep. Charlie tried everything while Brendan watched in bemusement.
Finally Charlie got the idea that if he physically lifted me out of bed Iâd go. He managed to get his hands under my arms and start dragging me off the bed.
Two things happened very quickly. My toes wrapped around the top of the railing to his bed frame, and I went limp everywhere else. Charlie staggered and almost dropped me, because holding a floppy corpse body is much harder than a tensed one, a fact I had learned from many roughhousing attacks by my brother.
He swore and then gamely started trying to drag me backward, thinking it would be easy to dislodge my toes from the bed frame. It was not. Iâve mentioned before that my toes are strong, but Charlie was flabbergasted that their grip on the bed was so strong that he couldnât drag me away.
I was going on pure stubborn instinct. I did not want to leave the bed. Charlie was fully committed that a 90lb gremlin wasnât going to beat him in a contest of strength with only her toes. So he pulled. And I held on.
Both of us were shocked when there was a tortured shriek of wood and something in the bed frame cracked. It was loud enough that I actually woke up. The rest of my brain surfaced in confusion to join the lizard brain whose only goal had been not to leave the bed.
I released my toes and took my own weight and Charlie and I stared at the bed.
âYou ripped the railing off!â
âWell, no, you ripped the railing off, I was just the tool. If you hadnât been pulling on me-â
âIf you had just let go! What is up with your feet?!â
We griped as I readied myself to leave his plague house, joining his parents in being mad that Charlie hadnât told us they were sick. I drove home to sleep more.
Over the years of our friendship Charlie still maintained that I broke the bed. I disagreed and think I was only the tool by which he broke the bed. Only you can decide who bears the most sin, the dragger or the dragee.
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Uses of Crowbar in Construction | Agricultural Tools | Tata Agrico
With many uses across sectors and projects, the crowbar tool is essential for construction workers everywhere. Learn more here.
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Twisted Killings
[Solo Leveling x Homicipher MC!Reader - Crossover]
Related Story: Idea 1 (Jinah's school dungeon break incident)
Note: This is different from {Other Other World} but the concept is the same where Reader/you are the MC of Homicipher and got sent into the world of Solo Leveling. Thereâs no particular pairing cause there are the Homicipher guys as your Pokemon already.


The Hunters Association was founded by an S-Rank Hunter, funded and sponsored by the same person who was now dubbed the Chairman, that person was Go Gunhee. He was well-respected and knew the world of power and authority not in terms of physical strength, but also the workings of corporates and those that are placed in higher power like the government or politicians.
This establishment had a few key focuses or purposes as the Chairman would say. One, to be a pillar of support for the citizens and Hunters alike, a neutral party that would strive the benefit of the country. Two, to be a shield against the outside force that aimed to take advantage of the weak-hearted or lower-ranked Hunters. Three, to be a monitor or eyes for all things related to Hunters and Gates. And finally, four, to be the weapon that keeps those with ill intent in check, namely the Hunters who have awakened and fancied themselves a god among mortals.
However grand the goals are, they were nothing when it was only one person within the Association. One person canât be the one to change the worldâat least Chairman Go knew he didnât have that power and capability to do so. Perhaps one day, heâd meet someone of that stature, but right now, his focus was on the foundation of the Association.
Recruitment was easy and hard. There were those that would follow him to the ends of the Earth, and then those would oppose this establishment. Talented individuals usually find themselves independent and prideful, not wanting to work under someone and listen to orders. It was the restriction that made it all the more difficult to recruit such individuals. The Association was set up to be an honourable and praiseworthy organization, so mingling with this would be like turning into a priest or a nun. To be professional and righteous.
âItâs not much but I can offer you a home.â Go Gunhee spoke softly, his hands behind his back as he stood in the rundown abandoned shack in the forest. âA place to work and a place to strive.â
âI have no interest in that.â Your figure perched on a small hilltop of stacked wooden furniture pieces, the rain droplets slipping through the cracks to drip onto your raincoat. The hood of your dirty raincoat shadowed your face, leaving only a bandaged mouth and nose to the intruder that followed you all the way here. You gripped onto your crowbar as you glared down at him. âLeave before you regret ever following me.â
Your tone was borderline threatening for anyone who heard it. However, it serves as a warning. The rain washed away the blood and gore of beasts that you and your companions hunted for you to feast on, their corpses were still littered around and the flesh was still present. The smell of the forest overpowered that of the slowly rotting flesh, but that wasnât the point. Focus on the beings surrounding the man he couldnât dream of ever defeating or purging.Â
An obsessive red man with a wide inhuman grin to the side behind you holding a red umbrella over you, his form glitching and distorting from time to time as if holding himself back from attackingâMr. Scarletella.Â
An amused silver-haired man with a dirty lab coat of sorts grinning ear to ear with his head tilted while his hands were behind his back, from your perspective, tortuous tools were held in case of any threat perceivedâMr. Silver.Â
An on-guard doglike man with long black hair and dressed in black standing on the slop before you, his usually crawling form and childish grin gone with an aura of alert in his positionâMr. Crawling.Â
From the shadows of gaps that made your perch, you knew an observant and calculating manâs eye had been watching everything but never said a word or made a moveâMr. Gap.Â
Then, there was the one closest to the human. Your guardian and rock in the worst times, dressed in a worn-down cloak with his hood covering his entire face to the point one could only see darkness, he wielded a menacing executionerâs axe that was half of his size as if prepared to cut the human downâMr. Hood.
If one were to ask, are there more to your crazy, overpowered, and disturbing companions? Letâs just say there was more to you than meets the eye. These werenât all of your cards.
From just the atmosphere of the place, one could tell the ringleader wasnât as harmless as their appearance would show. Gunhee, the leader of an honest institution, couldnât believe himself, but if he was given another chance, he wouldnât change anything and would make the same decision over and over. He raised his hand as an offer was presented to you. âBe my associationâs officer. You wouldnât be put into a suit and follow the standard procedures. I will offer you a playground to hunt and kill if you would be my weapon.â
The air shifted, and a grin formed on your face. It was as if it were a synced-up connection, and your companions all grinned alongside you. The crowbar in your hand was swirled around until it was thrown at the Chairman, who was unfazed by it all and stood his ground. You skipped down the hill, patting Mr. Crawlingâs head on the way down to Mr. Scarletellaâs envy. You stared at the bold man while you retrieved your signature killing tool, Mr. Hood had already stood protectively close to you. In a swift move, you pointed the curve tip in his face with a crazed expression. âIf this is a trap⌠Know that your death wonât be quick and painless.â
âWe are to be partners, I believe we benefit from mutual trust.â
Rumours circled in the Hunterâs community forum. After the Hunter Associationâs official establishment, Hunters were promptly placed under control, guilds were formed and Hunters were organized into groups and ranks. The most unspoken attention was placed on the Hunters turned criminal or vice versa. Most, if not al,l were curious as to how the Hunter Association would handle that. Let them be sent to a prison? But their Hunter abilities could allow them to break out no question. Charge them? But as a Hunter, earning money had been the fastest among other careers. Monitor them? But with Gates running rampant and the lack of personnel, who would watch them 24/7?
A lone guild was sponsored by the Hunter Association and answered only to the Chairman. Its name was [Other], an exclusive guild that no one knew who its members were, including the guildmaster. Their activity, however, was renowned to all. In simple terms, they were the Hunter Associationâs hired assassins or clean-up crew. Their typical work included acting as the strike team to clear unwanted Gates, though their infamous deeds were to pass judgment on those that defied the jurisdiction.
Simple terms?
Killing people.
The Other Guild was one of mystery. Its members and guild master are not only unknown, but recruitment was done in secret and one way. None could approach them or reveal relevant information about the guild itself and its master. Its activities leaked credibility to the point that some would brush it aside and claim that it was something the Hunter Association did to scare Hunters into being more moral and human, not to become the monsters from the Gates.
âItâs raining againâŚâ
âI forgot my umbrellaâŚâ
âNo football practice?â
âWe should be moving to the indoor gym room.â
âI hate the rain, makes you all wet.â
You moved past the students chatting in the hallways with your school bag. Your eyes glanced out the windows to the schoolâs front gate, spotting a black car parked by the road. Just as you noticed the vehicle, your phone buzzed and you fished it out of your pocket to check the notification.Â
STUCK-UP SUNGLASSES GUY: We need to talk.
You left his message on read and placed away your phone. As you were about to walk down the stairs, your hand was called, and you paused to turn your head, spotting your classmate and star student Sung Jinah rushing towards you with an annoying object in her hand. You turned around and backed off to the side so others wouldnât be staring or complaining about how you two blocked the way. Your eyes stared at her silently while she caught her breath. Once she did, she raised the object for you to take, âYou almost forgot your umbrella; itâs pouring outside, donât want you to be soaked and get sick.â
âI wonât.â You didnât bother to explain which statement you were implying, nor did you thank her for her kindness. You glared at the object before snapping your eyes back to her, involuntarily making her flinch at attention, âWhy donât you hold onto it? You donât appear to have one.â
Jinah shook her head and turned to her side to show your her schoolbag behind her back, âMy brother packed me one just before I left home today. So I got myself covered.â
You clicked your tongue in annoyance. There went your plan to abandon the freak. You forced a smile on and took the object from her, âToo bad.â You turned to leave school not before saying goodbye to Jinah since she initiated one first. You mumbled, âSee you neverâŚâ
In your hand was a plain red umbrella that you kept tapping the tip against the floor or any surface as you continued your walk. At the buildingâs entrance or exit, depending on your travel direction, people were opening and closing their umbrellas, waiting for the rain to lighten up, or just dashing into the rain with their bags over their heads to avoid being soaked. Stepping close to one of the pillars, you harshly swiped the umbrella at the stone structure. Anyone that was near you shuffled away from your radius. Your umbrella opened without issue, and you held it overhead before stepping into the rain.
You opened the passenger slide door without missing a beat and entered the car. You purposefully slammed the car door at the handle of your umbrella, and it closed before you brought it in. To your right appeared Mr. Scarletella with a blushing face and hearts for eyes; to your left was Mr. Crawling, who had been a good boy staying out of sight and patiently waiting for you.
âGuildmaster.â The driver and the one you titled as âstuck-up glasses guyâ spoke up. This man, Woo Jinchul, was basically Chairman Goâs right-hand man. An A-Rank Hunter who could have been a celebrity but decided to follow the worthy Chairman and his noble goals, but youâre not one to judge; after all, you are technically following the same man as well.
âHm?â You hummed with a lack of concern or interest. You opted to play with Mr. Crawlingâs hair, straightening it out while he purred and nuzzled into your gentle touch.
âThis is serious.â You didnât need to shift your gaze to know he was staring at you behind his shaded glasses through the rearview mirror with a firm glare that would have threatened your attentionâhad you been a normal human being that is.
âJust talk, Iâm listening.â Youâre not really. Selective attention and whatnot.
Jinchul clenched the steering wheel but relented within seconds and stated as calmly and professionally as he could, âStop playing around and acting like a student when youâre well over that level and age despite appearance. You have to control your guild better. One of your members, Kang Tae-Shik, have caused a scene inside a dungeon. He tried to kill the remaining Hunters during a contracted assassination.â
âSo? Iâm sure those were criminals.â
âThere were reports that other Hunters were partaking in the raid and there were casualties.â
You looked away from Mr. Crawling to give Mister Bossy a look of disinterest. âLike I said, so? Deaths happen daily, if you cared so much, have your Chairman replace me with another guild leader.â You grinned at him with a haunt tilt of your head, your neck making a resounding crack sound though itâs not broken. âIâll just find some other hunting grounds to work with.â
âYouâŚâ Jinchul controlled himself from lashing out.Â
Truthfully, he never understood the logic behind bringing someone as manic and bloodthirsty as you into the ranks of the Hunter Association. The Chairman gave you a dirty job, but you accepted that with pride and joy. You have been doing your part in the beginning, though as of late, you have been slipping and couldnât afford to lose your power and influence. Especially when you control those entities of another world like a mage Hunter with their summons.
That was another point. You werenât a Hunter. You had no mana when you were being tested, yet you had inhuman capabilities. From speed, strength, to healing and otherworldly communication with your summons. You were human, yet there was always that unsettling aura around you that would make those around you doubt your identity. Still, you were no monster from a Gate. That was certain.
âI donât mean for you to leave your post. Youâre⌠irreplaceable in the Chairmanâs eyes.â Jinchulâs voice trailed off as if he was forced to admit something he strongly disagreed with.
You rolled your eyes at his display; he was acting worse than Mr. Scarletella, and that was shown a lot. âWhat do you want me to do now?â
âIf you can recover the bodies from the Gate and file them in a report, that would be much appreciated.â Jinchul only started the car when you gave a low hum of compliance. The drive to the site was quiet, save for the coos you gave to Mr. Crawling and the yells you snapped at Mr. Scarletella. Though you did try to recall who Kang Tae-Shik was, then you did recall someone by that name you recruited into your guild, but you found him annoying, so you dropped him off to Jinchul to deal with without telling the guy that Mr. Purple Head was one of those twisted Hunter.
Namely, three essential figures supported the Hunter Associationâs function. The Chairman, Go Gunhee, who acted as the pillar and shield for citizens and Hunters alike, the figurehead of the organization itself and he obviously held the most influence. The guild master of the Other Guild, you, who acted as the punisher to those that threatened the peace from the shadows. To balance the two was the monitor, Woo Jinchul, who connected the Hunter Association with Hunters; his work was so diverse that one could say he had a hand in everything.Â
The two of you were brought together by Gunhee under the reason of work and tolerated each other when the time came to work together. There was some sort of sibling interaction between you two, with Jinchul being the older one and even the Chairman felt like he was taking care of you from time to time. It was odd, but you didnât care so long as attention wasnât directly drawn to you and you didnât have to pay for the kills you made.
âWeâre here.â The car stopped and you opened the door to leave. By then the rain had stopped and you merely held onto the umbrella idly after putting on your signature raincoat and pulled the hood over your head to cover your face as always. Mr. Crawling followed behind you, crawling on all fours with a fond smile on his face. This sight was no stranger to the officers of the Hunter Association, but any onlooker would linger their confused and disturbed expression on the display.
You ignored the Hunters and went straight for the officers to get some form of brief report to them. âIt has been 40 minutes since the dungeon was cleared and the remaining Hunters reported that the bodies are scattered about. Should we send personnel with you?â
âDonât bother.â You fixed your outfit and took out a crowbar from your bag, even strapping a dagger behind your back, curtsy of the Chairman after you joined his ranks. You were given more toys to play with and it made your work all the easier. âIâll be out within 10 minutes or so. If not⌠Iâll still be out anywaysâŚâ
Jinwooâs eyes widened when Song Chi-Yui took the blame for killing the rogue member and killer, Kang Tae-Shik, even Lee Joohee did the same and went along with the lie. Having time to himself after Jinchulâs warning about Hwang Dongsukâs younger brother seeking revenge, he thought back to the last words of the defeated assassin class Hunter.
âYour shadow⌠is connected to the darkness. You will become⌠as strong as your shadowâs depth in the darkâŚâ Agonizingly, Tae-Shik wheezed as he muttered softly. âIn a way⌠You remind me of my guildmaster⌠Unsuspecting but strong and terrifyingly deadly⌠I wonder⌠if you two will⌠ever meetâŚâ
Jinwoo wasnât familiar with Tae-Shik, but he was confused when he said he had a guild master because he was a member of the Hunter Association. So the only answer was that he belonged to the rumoured guild working for the association behind the publicâs knowledge, a guild that focused on eradicating the darkness and evils. A necessary evil that people, both citizens and Hunters, disregarded as hearsay to pressure people to obey laws.
Still, that aura around you when you passed by, that aura that screamed murder and violence, that aura that made him question: Are you human?Â
Your eyes blinked and your head turned to a particular direction. You spotted a young man staring your way with a thoughtful look. Jinchul had already moved elsewhere with the remainder of the raiding party, so that man that was standing alone had to be someone left unattended because he had nothing to provide, like a suspect that was released back to the public because they were deemed harmless and innocent. Though, you could tellâŚ
For the longest time, you and Jinwoo never crossed each otherâs path again until you were called in to verify Jinwooâs acquisition as an S-Rank Hunter. When the two of you had some time alone, you called him out with a soft yet confident statement. âYouâre the one that killed the man, the weakling Kang Tae-Shik.â You stepped closer to him while your ghostly companions shook; they knew who, or at least they could also sense what Jinwoo was. Your dead heart beat like a drum, and your dull eyes sparkled with anticipation, âYou have the scent of death around you. Youâre familiar with death and murder.â A smile formed on your face as you invaded the frozen manâs space. âWho else did you kill cruelly and coldly?â
â...â Jinwoo canât tell why he answered you, but he did. Unlike your hyper and eager look of expectancy, his was stoic and indifferent. âHwang Dongsoo.â
Note: I wanted to do the dark side of the Hunter Association and this crossover was just perfect for it and now we're here. {Other Other World} could be tweaked for the two stories to be connected, but that's only if you guys wanna see that happen. How's this one in your opinion?
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you're a tool, just as much as the crowbar you swing
this started as a study of mike mignola's artstyle and turned into an exercise in simplicity, reducing colors and elements until i was left with this, and i quite like how it turned out
#mostlyghostly art#half life#gordon freeman#gman#g man#half life 1#1 bit color palette#1 bit art#i really like how the colors are like a segmented display such as a digital watch
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saw someone said dick should apologize to jason in the comics for having putting him in arkham
i am sorry i think the f*ck not đ like i love jason as much as the next guy dmw but come on guys
âJason was in Arkhamâ
âDick wanted to put Tim in Arkhamâ
I sincerely apologize to my whump friends but I fear yall donât know Jason Toddâs game
First letâs not talk about the fact the only person Dick put in Arkham who was miserable was himself. We arenât gonna talk about it. Or the Arkham reform thing he was doing a the time or the other 600 things that were going on
Hell I wonât even talk about what Jason did in blackgate (WHWRE HE WAS INITIALLY) b4 he killed a hundred people to end up in Arkham we donât need to talk about it
I wonât talk about the menace that is the hottest version of red head Jason Todd okay we have, as a society moved past that.
But genuinely for a second can you imagine that conversation
Dick guilt ridden: Jason, I- I owe and apology
Jason cleaning his crowbar: âŚ.
Dick: I never shouldâve put you in Arkham Iâm so sorry being near the joker-
Jason: was literally part of the whole plan? Why the hell do you think I TRIED to get into it
Dick: exactly! I shouldnât have indulged your worst impulses, fuck I shouldâve brought you home or kept you with a league member
Jason: I wouldâve killed Tim and kidnapped Damian to use as a barter tool with Raâs Al Ghul. You know this. I need you to tell me that you know this
Dick: fuck Jay you were nineteen! Thatâs basically a fucking child
Jason: Iâm so sorry werenât you ENGAGED TO BE MARRIED AT 19? Didnât you run the league for a couple months at 18? Do you think you could do more than I could at 19 dickface.
Dick: No Jason you donât understand-
Jason: oh perfect Grayson just because I chose to become a crime lord and YOU decided to do the cringe fail hero gig. Which was really. Cringe and fail since itâs so obvious you either wanted to be dead or a supervillain
Dick: wha-thatâs not true!
Jason: sure sure go say hi to Donna Troyâs grave for me
Dick:âŚ..
Jason: ANYWAY just because I spent my teenage years outside of spandex building a criminal empire DOESNT MAKE IT LESS IMPRESSIVE THAN YOUR STUPID TITANS GROUP R I C H A R D
Dick quietly: Iâmstillsorry
Jason: well im not sorry for the fact i strung you and damain up nude to reveal your identities, im also not sorry for stealing your suit and killing people in it, while weâre on that topic im also not sorry for STEALING BRUCES SUIT, im not sorry for beating tim up that shit was funny as fuck and Iâm also not sorry for laughing when bludhaven blew up.
Dick: âŚ.
Jason: so shut your fucking ass up talking about âoh Iâm so sorry Jasonâ like we didnât spend the past decade trying to ruin each others lives
Dick: I NEVER TRIED TO RUIN YOUR LIFE
Jason: MY LIFES DREAM WAS MURDER ERGO YOU NOT LETTING ME DO THAT RUINED IT.
Jason: we WERE assholes to each other past tense and I will 100% be taking advantage of your raging guilt complex to pretend those things are equivalent to each other and now that we are all happy family bygones will be bygones whatever I can fully abuse you to get out of league level shit.
Jason: anyway what are you gonna do next? apologize to Tim for Red Robin
Dick guiltily: heâs the next stop
Jason: omg your actually doing an apology tour
Dick: I FEEL BAD OKAY
Jason: dude you know what Iâll indulge you, go try and apologize to Tim but when he LAUGHS you out of the room for being a fucking dumbass Iâll be there with popcorn
Dick grumbling: Steph accepted my apology to HER
Jason: yeah because everyone in this family was a dick to Steph and she deserved better.
Dick: yeah she was a phenomenal batgirl i wish we worked together more now that sheâs spoiler
Jason: did she really hit Tim in the face with a brick
Dick: yep
#dick grayson#nightwing#batman#jason todd#batfam#tim drake#BRUCE WAYNE apologize to Jason Todd sure#I am all in support of Bruce awkwardly apologizing for the way he handled Jay#but be so fr Jay Jay was a menace#heâd be so offended if we were turning him into a cringe fail whumpy meow meow#I mean heâs not Tim?#let Jason Todd stay cool 2k25#DICK GRAYSON NEEDS TO APOLOGIZE TO DUKE THOMAS AND THATS IT#EVEN HIM ANS STEPH HASHED SHIT OUT WHEN HE WAS BATMAN#stop making bad blood#fucking use Helena or Duke or something#the gaggle of robin themed children have issues around birdy one but itâs really not what you think#I love bullying Tim in the tags#but canon Tim is my son#very normal he loops back around to supremely abnormal#as opposed to his big brother who is so weird he loops around to normal upstanding citizen#and Jason
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Angel Pt.III
pairing*:シďžâ§*:シďžâ§ Red Hood!Jason Todd X fem!reader
disclaimer*:シďžâ§*:シďžâ§ nsfw. 18+ content. MDNI. porn with plot. creampie. unprotected sex. phone sex(if you can call it that). oral(m!+f! receiving). our jaybird is tad bit obsessive and manipulative (mild yandere content). mild mask kink. praise. dacryphilia. fingering. mentions of domestic and child abuse. swearing. canon typical violence. crowbars. not proofread !
a/n*:シďžâ§*:シďžâ§ Okay so hereâs what was promised. Itâs my first time writing smut so please let me know your thoughts in the comments. All flashbacks are in italics. Comment Reblog and Like
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â° â⤠Part I ⤠Part II
Y/N knew that Red Hood leaving would create a void in her life, but she hadnât anticipated feeling so adrift. The excitement she once felt at the sight of the fridge filled with expensive groceries, imagining them cooking together, disappeared without a trace. A humorless chuckle escaped Y/Nâs lips staring at the assortment of items he bought, wondering why he assumed she needed seven kinds of cheese, varieties she didnât even know existed.
Despite her best efforts to keep herself busy, Y/N couldnât ignore the emptiness growing inside her. Somehow, she found herself struggling to navigate everyday life with the listlessness weighing down on her, even her friends begun to notice. The void left by his absence grew more palpable with each passing day, leaving her longing for him to return. Why are you moping around like that? Itâs not like he was your boyfriend or anything. A voice taunted her. Heâll be back before you know it, yet a hopeful voice reassured her. What if he wonât? What if he â no. I canât think that. Y/N slapped her hands on cheeks to snap herself out of dismal train of thoughts. Heâs strong, heâll come back. He has to.
Her eyes found their little parcel he had left her. Exactly 15 minutes after Red Hood left, a parcel arrived for Y/N in the mail, much like the one she received a couple months back â though slightly larger. Unwrapping the brown paper around it was a shoebox with the words âRedâs Anti-Goon Starter Kitâ written on it with permanent marker. Inside were several unusual items like tiny smoke bombs, a very potent possibly industrial strength taser, pepper sprays which Y/N was sure were banned sometime back and a flip phone. Accompanying these tools was another handwritten manual, meticulously detailing the operation of each item in the simplest language possible.
She couldn't help but marvel at the items before her. As she studied the contents of the kit, she felt the mix of gratitude and apprehension stirring within her. The things he gave her were unsettling, though thoughtful. Somehow it reminded her of an alley cat, who would get odd sorts of gifts for people who were nice to them. Y/N took out the phone and stashed the box under the couch because whenever Stephanie was over, she had a habit of snooping around the kitchen cabinets for snacks so it wouldnât be the best place to put it. She plugged in the phone, noticing it appeared pristine with no contacts saved. She just assumed that the phone was for calling her without either of them getting tracked.
As days turned into weeks and then months, Y/N would often find herself staring at the phone, hoping the small screen to buzz to life. Leaning against her balcony railing as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, she drifted into a daze. Twirling strands of hair absentmindedly, her thoughts inevitably returned to him; wondering where he would be or if heâs eating well.
The apartment felt eerily quiet. With a sigh, Y/N pulled out the flip phone, scrolling through it for the nth time. The sleek and compact flip phone sported a soft pastel pink colour, the same shade of cotton candy with tiny shimmering Sanrio charms dangling from silver chains and the keypad adorned with dainty floral patterns that lit up with a soft pink glow when in use. The cover was embellished with rhinestones. Ever since she was young, Y/N had always harbored a fondness for cute things and this phone was something she had always longed for something like this since her middle school days.
Y/N wondered if he would call, glancing at it in anticipation. Time seemed to stretch on endlessly as her mind conjuring up various scenarios. And almost as if on cue, the phone illuminated with an unfamiliar number flashing on the screen. Y/Nâs heart raced, nearly dropping the device in shock. Rushing to her bed, she hastily answered the call, her breath catching in her throat.
Relief washed over her as she was greeted by a very familiar voice on the other end, a wave of happiness flooding through her. Y/N's brain buzzed with a whirlwind of emotions. She hadnât heard his voice in months. Her heart fluttered with a mix of joy and longing as she savored the sound of his voice. âRed,â she whispered softly with a smile on her face. âMissed me angel?â
âYes. I did. Very much so,â she confessed,âHow about you ?â
His response was immediate, filled with the same affection that had always warmed her heart. âMore than youâd think,â his voice so crackled over the phone that Y/N almost thought she imagined it. She buried herself in the blankets wrapped around her, almost being feel his presence, as if he were right beside her rather than miles away. His tone was tender, leaving a strange sort of chill on her skin. In that moment, the distance between them seemed insignificant, eclipsed by what she felt.
âSo, howâs that mission going? Any hope of returning soon?â She joked to lighten the mood of the conversation. âSorry angel. This might take a while. I could only call you once throughout this whole thing and tonight was particularly tough. I just needed to hear your voice.â his voice seemed uncharacteristically vulnerable, casting a bittersweet shadow over their conversation. Y/N's heart ached with empathy as she listened to his words, realizing the sacrifices he had to make for Gotham. âI understand. Take your time and Iâll be here waiting for you.â Her voice a gentle reassurance across the airwaves.
There was a brief pause filled with unspoken sentiments and shared longing before he spoke again, his voice tinged with gratitude and affection ,âFuck donât do this to me angel. I swear Iâll drop everything and take the next flight to Gotham.â
Y/Nâs lips curved into a smile as she let out a soft chuckle, â As much as I would like that, your mission is important.â Her tone gentle yet firm. With those words, the burden of his duty weighing down on his shoulders felt a little lighter, buoyed by her unwavering spirit. He sighed in resignation, âI know I know but that doesnât make it any easier. Yâknow what angel? Forget it. Just keep talking. Anything, topic doesnât matter. I just need to hear you.â
âOf course,â her heart swelled with tenderness at his request. I guess what people said about distance making the heart grow fonder was true. Despite the crackling static and interference, every word was like a soothing melody to him. After a point he lost track of what she was saying. Everything around him seemed melt away and was replaced with him, her voice and joy at its purest.
Y/N couldnât help but notice the faint groans and whimpers on the other end of the line. She initially dismissed it as static but still decided to ask, â Red are you okay?â Red Hood replied with a nervous cough, â Wh-what? Yeah, Iâm okay. Donât worry. J-just donât stop talking. Okay?â His voice was hoarse, and his breathing became noticeably choppier. Y/N was the least bit suspicious but still continued rambling on about the happenings of the cafe. âThough I still donât get why you thought I needed so many different types of cheese.â
âI just read somewhere that women like cheese. You can make into a charcuterie board or something.â He answered casually, trying to stifle the soft moans slipping from his lips. Y/N paused, I could swear I heard moan. The only time people make such sounds are when theyâre in pain or when theyâre â
âRed, are you hurt?â she asked again cautiously. He hesitated for a moment, his breath catching in his throat, before reaffirming, â N-no. Iâm fine. Just dealing with stuff. Thatâs all.â His words came out oddly strained. âIf you insist.â She sighed in resignation. There was a moment of silence on the other end before he let out a shaky exhale, âI should really get going. Iâll see you soonâ And just like that the line went dead.
Y/N sat there, staring at her phone, her mind swirling with questions. It didnât sound like he was with someone. Could he be â? Heat rose to her cheeks as images flashed through her mind. No no donât think such things Y/N. She did suspect that her advances hadnât gone entirely unnoticed by him. Well, it seems sheâll just have to make sure when he gets back.

Two more months flew by since the phone call and the frequency of thoughts about him had, albeit not much, diminished as she busied herself with work. As the last customer sipped the last of their latte and leftâ Y/N sighed, preparing to close up and head home. With Stephanie having to leave early because of a family emergency, Y/N found herself alone to shut down the shop. She wiped the espresso machine and counter tops clean once again, leaving them gleaming under the dim glow of the overhead lights. With each swipe, she removed any traces of the sticky spills and stray coffee grounds left behind by the bustling crowd, a farewell to the dayâs countless cappuccinos and macchiatos. The hiss of steam escaping the machine, the gentle dripping of taps from the cleaning of the frothing wands, the screech of the chairs across the wooden floors â all seemed to reverberate a little louder than usual in the tranquil solitude. Flipping the closed sign gave her a sense of satisfaction, marking the end of yet another long day.
With a final glance around the now-empty cafĂŠ, Y/N flicked off the lights and locked the door. Outside, the evening sky had dimmed to a soft twilight, casting a warm glow through the cafĂŠ windows. The bat signal appeared in the sky above her, a small smile gracing her lips as she remembered Red Hood. It reminded her of the red bat insignia on his chestâ a symbol known to strike fear into the hearts of all those that dare take advantage of the innocent but struck solace and warmth in hers. She hadnât gotten far on her way home when she felt her purse vibrate. Y/N pulled out her phone and realized it was the flip phone that chimed. The phone could be used only once to contact Red Hood, and she knew she wouldnât be receiving another call on it without compromising her safety, yet she carried it around as a tangible reminder of his promise.
With a sense of both apprehension and anticipation, she flipped open the phone to answer. However, this time, it wasnât a call. It was a text message. The message contained a straightforward address located near the Narrows; a part of town Red Hood had specifically warned her to steer clear of. Y/N couldnât help but feel skeptical about the ominous message. But what if it is him? Her fingers hovered over the SOS button on her necklace, a safety net if things took a turn for the worse.
Y/N remained alert as her footsteps echoed through the desolate streets, she felt a chill creeping up her spine which just felt all the more foreboding in the eerie stillness around her. Yet in that stillness â she could hear the insects buzzing around the flickering streetlights, the distant howls of stray dogs and the sounds coming from the seemingly abandoned buildings looming overhead, slowly building a palpable sense of dĂŠjĂ vu. Except this time, it was much more unsettling than the night she met him in the alley near her apartment. She could feel someoneâs gaze burning holes into the back of her head, but she couldnât tell if it was the product of her paranoid imagination or not.
Y/N looked over her shoulder but saw no one feeling her senses heightened by the creeping unease. She tried but couldnât shake off the feeling that she was being watched but every nerve in her body remained on edge. Yet despite the trepidation suffusing in the air, she was driven to see this through the end. Y/N pulled out the flip phone and dial the number that Red Hood used to call her. Within moments, the faint chime of a ringing phone echoed somewhere nearby.
With her heart thudding against her chest, she followed the sound of the ringing phone. As she rounded a corner, the sound became cleared and clearer â a phone lying on top of cardboard boxes next to a dumpster, its neon screen lighting up in the darkness. She slowly approached the phone, hands trembling slightly as she reached out to pick it up. As her fingers touched the phone, she felt a sudden presence loom behind her. Before she could react, darkness enveloped her vision, silencing any screams that may have escaped her lips.

âMust you have incapacitated her so forcefully, Roy?â
âOh, Iâm sorry I didnât have the luxury to serenade and take her for coffee before bringing her here. In case you didnât notice Kory we have a stubborn son of a bitch bleeding out.â
âI noticed plenty but sheâs a civilian, you know theyâre⌠fragile. You ought to be more considerate Roy. I doubt he will take it well.â
âHe was the one who asked me to bring her here in the first place.â
âYour funeral.â
âWell if this one doesnât wake up soon thereâll be a funeral, just not mine. Should I get some water to pour on her?â
âDonât even â hush I think sheâs waking up.â
Y/N eyes fluttered open, the world around her seemed hazy and distant. The room in front of her danced in and out of focus, a ballet of blurred shapes and muted colours. The last thing she remembered was the events of the â. She shot up, immediately regretting it as she was hit by a head splitting migraine. Discomfort took over almost immediately when her eyes moved about, albeit slowly, taking in her surroundings properly now that her head was clearing up somewhat.
What she was able to take it, was one of few things. First, she was on a very comfortable couch with a blanket draped around her shoulders and secondly, two red heads in costumes staring at her curiously.
âYou â,â she started, her throat feeling parched but still continued, â Arsenal and Starfire? Youâre Redâs friends.â Her words were careful, she pretended to not have overheard their conversation from before. She knew that she was better off not knowing the real identities of people like them. Thatâs why she never tried to take Red Hoodâs helmet off. And though she would never admit it out loud to anyone else, but she knew having a mask kink in a place like of Gotham wasnât the best idea.
Arsenal, or as his teammate called him, Roy exchanged a glance with Kory and spoke up first with a cocky smirk, â You got that right princess. Howâre ya feelinâ?â Kory offered her a comforting smile, though her glowy neon eyes were somewhat intimidating to Y/N. She heard somewhere that Starfire was the alien princess of a faraway planet but never thought much of it. Nevertheless, she appreciated the effort Kory was making to appear friendly.
âFine I guess.â The h/c haired woman forced a small smile, trying to ignore the twinge of pain around her neck and in her head. Roy chuckled, leaning back on the couch. âThank fuck. If anything happened to his precious little darling, Hood would have me six feet under.â Y/Nâs heart skipped a beat at the mention of Redâs name, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. âHe talks about me?â she asked shyly.
âUh No,â Roy began ,âIâd wager he planned on keeping you all to himself cuz yâknow heâs not big on sharing and not that I donât see why.â His grin held a flirtatious edge with his gaze subtly checking her up and down until Kory smacked his shoulder, making him to wince and drop his smile immediately. âPlease donât mind him,â she said with a gentle laugh, âHe means well even though his words lack ⌠finesse.â
Roy huffed, almost pouting, â Iâm right here yâknow.â Y/N couldnât help but chuckle at their banter, though the question about Red lingered in her mind. Meeting Arsenal and Starfire was pleasant, but there was someone else she longed to see. âWhere is Red?â she finally asked, unable to suppress her curiosity. Royâs eyes widened and Koryâs expression turned into a pained one. âFuck I totally forgot about him. Come with me.â He exclaimed, jumping up from the couch and leading her urgently to the room. Red Hood lay on the stretcher in the center, clutching his side and softly groaning. Y/Nâs breath hitched in horror as she rushed to his side. âRed ?â she asked, her voice trembling with concern. âLong time no see angel,â he mustered a light-hearted chuckle but despite his efforts she could almost see the grimace under his mask.
he mustered a light-hearted chuckle but despite his efforts she could almost see the grimace under his mask.
âWe need to call a doctor!â She turned to Roy and Kory with panic lacing her tone. As vigilantes, she assumed they must have a designated doctor at their base, like in movies where such groups often had retired military personnel or medical prodigies in their ranks.
Roy clicked his tongue and sighed before stating matter-of-factly, âWe did call a doctor.â Both of them glanced between Y/N and Red Hood. âI was the best you could find ?!â she exclaimed incredulously. It seemed unbelievable given the seriousness of Red Hood's condition. While she had patched up a few wounds before, her last operation had been back in med school and even then, it was her teacher performing it on a cadaver.
He shrugged apologetically, understanding the gravity of the situation. âWeâre stretched thin right now. Plus, youâre the one he asked for,â he admitted.
âYou want to put his life in the hands of a med school dropout ?!â Y/N asked rhetorically. âYouâre a dropout?â Kory blinked in surprise. âHe didnât tell you?â The h/c haired woman gasped incredulously. All three pairs of eyes turned accusingly towards Red Hood. He shifted uncomfortably under their gazes, tense with unease. âIt's not like that," Jason began, but Y/N interrupted him with a pointed look, crossing her arms, âNot like what? That you failed to mention you were relying on someone with minimal experience?â Her tone tinged with frustration.
âCan we do this later doll? Kinda dying here.â He coughed out, followed by a pained groan. Y/N felt a lump form in her throat and his discomfort grew almost palpable. Despite still being visibly distressed, her expression softened slightly â not being able to bear to see him in pain like this. âFine,â she relented, steadying her panic and her concern breaking through her annoyance, âLet's focus on getting through this first.â With a nod of agreement, Kory and Roy turned their attention back to the task at hand. âWe need to stabilize him until we can get him to a real qualified medical practitioner,â Y/N stated eyeing him accusingly. Jason let out a small sigh, relieved to momentarily escape the interrogation, though he could feel his consciousness slipping away from the blood loss.
âStay with us bud.â Roy tapped his helmet. Jasonâs grip on his consciousness was tenuous but still he nodded with labored breaths, fighting against the pull of exhaustion as they worked frantically to stabilize him. Y/N quickly immersed herself into the task, seizing the bag of sterilized equipment in the teamâs med bay.
âTake off his armour.â Koryâs hands worked nimbly through Jasonâs armour. It took her less than a minute to dismantle everything. The three worked in a manner that felt almost choreographed with their intent clear â to save their friend.
The skin of Red Hoodâs torso marked was network of scars and red splotches. Y/N knew that for someone like him, injuries were inevitable and so were the scars they left behind. There were minor ones that resembled cigarette burns and larger ones that were angry red ones from fire or acid. She recognised some of the slashes as the ones she stitched herself. She recalled that Red Hood, probably not wanting her to see his wounds, would always pull his shirt back down as soon as she finished sewing. As someone who grew up in the rough part of town, she was no stranger to scars so she didnât feel repulsed by them, rather she felt a sense of awe for the man who did everything in his power to make Gotham a better place. People admired the bat vigilantes sure, but not all knew just how tough it actually was, honestly Y/N didnât know if she understood either but one thing, she knew was that Red Hood was worth every ounce of respect he commanded with each scar being the testament of the storms he weathered.
However, one scar particularly stood out to her, probably the biggest one. The raised ridges in shape of a Y travelling from his collarbones to his abdomen. Y/N felt her stomach lurch, she had seen that shape in medical book several times but never on a living person. Maybe it was some sicko who carved it onto him during one of his missions, she tried to convince herself but in the back of her head she knew that it was too prominent to be just skin deep.
âY/N?â Royâs voice broke her reverie, snapping her back to reality. Y/N quickly looked away, realizing she had been staring. âTurn him over. We need to remove the bullet first,â she instructed Kory and Roy. You can't afford to space out like that, she mentally scolded herself. Refocusing, she pushed aside her distractions. The blood had soaked through the first aid bandage, tainting the sheets crimson under him. âThis might hurt. Do you have anaesthesia?â She inquired. Roy shook his head sheepishly, âWe donât keep that, but we do have booze, a leather belt to bite onto and horse tranquilizers. Would any of that work?â Y/N gaped at him incredulously. âPerhaps not,â Roy muttered, searching the room for alternatives. âJust go ahead without it,â Red Hood rasped, his voice barely audible. âButââ Y/N began in protest. âI donât need it and besides youâd kiss it better, wouldnât you angel?â he joked. Her face broke into a smile seeing his bravado still intact.
Y/N couldn't help but chuckle softly at his remark, appreciating his attempt to lighten the tense situation. âAs you wish,â her tone softened with affection and partly from being impressed by his resilience. Taking a deep breath, she steadied her hands and began the task of removing the bullet from the injured area with utmost caution and care. Despite the lack of anaesthesia, Jason endured the discomfort stoically only to wince ever so slightly, not wanting to cause Y/N any more distress. Kory and Roy could only watch in awe as she worked with exceptional finesse. Regardless of what Y/N said, Roy could tell that she was far more skilled than she admitted to being. Maybe calling her wasnât that bad of an idea after all.
Gotham city was a place where shadows stretched endlessly, the skyscrapers piercing the skies like jagged edges of broken glass cutting through the darkness. It offered a stark contrast to the labyrinth of impoverished and gritty streets of the Narrows.
Poverty, desperation and every other negative emotion to man was pervasive with the social fabric frayed under the weight of corruption and systemic injustice. And when it rained, the sound of the fresh water striking the flimsy roofs of the dilapidated buildings carried a sense of morbid irony - a reminder of despite how the city was plagued by perpetual rainfall, there were those who still struggled to get access to drinking water. But even then, the rainwater was far from fresh considering the untreated chemicals the industries pumped into the air of Gotham. Water was turned to acid and peopleâs hearts and minds to poison.
After working a long and tiring shift, Y/N stepped out the back door to dispose of the leftovers amidst the rain threatening to soak her cheap and scratchy waitress uniform. As she approached the dumpster, she heard movement and craned her neck to see what it was. âJase?â she called out. In a momentâs notice, the boy crawled from under the empty cardboard box with his face lighting up when he saw her. Y/Nâs eyes widened as she noticed the boy drenched head to toe and sporting a huge blue-black bruise across his cheek and eye.
âHow did this happen?â She asked gently caressing his cheek and guiding him out of the rain. After their first meeting, 14-year-old Y/N formed an unlikely friendship with the elementary schooler. The boy recoiled from her touch and averted his gaze. She sighed, âWillis is having one of his episodes again?â Jasonâs expression turned solemn, and he nodded slowly, âMom told me to stay at the neighborâs for the night but the neighbor was being weird and handsy, so I ran away.â
âWell letâs get you something to eat and that treated,â Y/N pointed at his black eye and continued, âIâll call Catherine and let her know youâll staying with me for the night, but we need to go home for that. Lucky for you, my shift just ended.â
âDonât you have a phone?â Jason asked curiously. Since everyone he knew who had a job had a phone, it simply made sense that she would as well. âAinât got the kind of money for that kiddo. But if I did, Iâd probably buy those cute flip phones. You know the cutesy ones with the flower pattern, rhinestones and crystal chains?â
âBut theyâre so ââ his nose wrinkled in revulsion making Y/N laugh at his cute expression, â Girly?â She made a guess, and he slowly nodded. âWell, I am a girl,â She patted his head but as soon as her hand touched his forehead, she withdrew it with a gasp, â My god, Jase youâre burning up!â
âItâs nothing.â The boy muttered. Y/N shook her head firmly, âPardon me but itâs not exactly convincing coming from someone who looks like a sopping wet cat. Weâre going home no buts, you hear me?â Jason hesitated, torn between his discomfort and not wanting to burden Y/N. He knew her situation wasnât much different from his own, and he couldnât keep taking advantage of her kindness. âI-Iâll be okay. I donât need your help.â he insisted but a dizzy spell from his raging fever hit him just as he spoke. Y/N caught him quickly, her expression leaving no room for argument. She crouched down, motioning for him to get on her back. âGet on. Iâll take you home,â she said. Jason complied without resistance. âIâm heavy you know,â he remarked. Y/N blew out a laugh as she stood back up. âAnd Iâm stronger than I look you know.â
She draped her raincoat over both of them and carried him home, her steps steady despite the added weight. She could feel Jasonâs fever rising, she kept talking to him trying to keep him awake despite his half-slurred responses in his fever-induced haze.
Much to her relief, it was Y/Nâs mom that answered the door. âIs that Jason?â Her mom asked and Y/N nodded, gently placing him on the couch and explaining the situation. Her mother's gaze darted between her daughter and the boy; her expression filled with concern. âY/N you canât keep doing this.â
âMom please heâs just a boy ââ
âHe is not your responsibility. He has his parents for that. You need to learn to be more selfish, this is the Narrows not the diamond district. If your father finds him ââ
âHe wonât.â Y/N answered in a clipped voice. Jason couldnât help but feel guilty, it was clear that her mother wasnât going to help, and he understood why. Both of them knew that all too well that Y/N was too kind for her good and insisted on helping despite the fact that they themselves were barely getting by. Despite his state, he could feel the tension in the air. He felt like an intruder, burdening Y/N and her family with his problems.
âThe bathroomâs over there. Go change,â Y/N instructed, her voice firm but not unkind. She set a clean set of clothes down beside Jason and draped a towel over his shoulders. Her movements were practical, efficient, but there was a softness in the way she cared for him that didnât go unnoticed. Y/Nâs mother stood leaning against the kitchen doorway, her arms crossed as she watched Y/N heat up a glass of milk on the stove. Her expression was a mix of frustration and concern.
âWhatâs with this kid, anyway?â her mother remarked, her voice tinged with exasperation. âFeeding a stray cat or dog every now and then is one thing, but this⌠this is too much. We canât afford this.â
Y/Nâs hands stilled for a moment, her grip tightening on the glass. She took a deep breath before turning to face her mother, her eyes steady but filled with emotion. âThen what do you want me to do, Mom? Send him back to his abusive father and just let himââ Her voice faltered, catching in her throat as the weight of her words hit her. She paused, swallowing hard before continuing, her voice quieter but no less determined. âI canât do much about my own life, but at least I can help him.â
Her motherâs gaze hardened, her lips pressing into a thin line. âSo is that what this is? Pity?â she questioned, her tone sharp and probing.
âCall it whatever you want. It doesnât matter to me,â Y/N said, brushing past her mother with a tray in hand. She set it down on the bedside table next to Jason, who sat hunched under a blanket, his face pale and drawn. She poured a dose of medicine onto a spoon and held it out to him, but he turned his head away, his expression clouded with hurt. âI donât need your pity,â he muttered, his voice low and strained.
Y/N lowered the spoon, exhaling slowly as she felt the weight of his words settle in her chest. Her heart ached, realizing that her intentions might not be coming across the way she had hoped. âItâs not pity, Jase,â she said gently, setting the spoon aside. She sat down on the edge of the bed beside him, searching for the right words. She knew the sting of being pitied all too well, and the last thing she wanted was to make him feel that way.
âI hate the Narrows,â she began, her voice quiet but firm. âEvery single inch of it.â Jason stayed silent, his eyes fixed on her, waiting for her to go on. âYou heard what my mom said, and I get itâshe means well. But I refuse to be selfish. I just canât. Because everyone here is. The adults? They only care about themselves. So itâs up to usâthe kidsâto look out for each other, you know?â
Jason nodded slowly, his guarded expression easing slightly as he listened. Y/N felt a flicker of relief, grateful that he seemed willing to hear her out.
âItâs like⌠weâre all weâve got,â she continued, her voice growing stronger as she spoke. âEveryone expects us to turn out just like themâselfish, bitter, and broken. And if I give in to that, if I stop caring, then how am I any different from the people I canât stand? So no, Jason, this isnât pity. Iâm doing this for you, but Iâm also doing it for me. I wonât let myself get trapped in this cycle. Iâm going to break out of hereâsomeday.â
Jason studied her for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly. âSo youâre being nice out of spite?â he asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and skepticism.
Y/N couldnât help but smile faintly at his question. âMaybe a little,â she admitted. âBut mostly, Iâm being nice because itâs the right thing to do. And because I donât want to become someone I hate.â She paused, her gaze steady on his. âYou donât have to trust me, Jase. But Iâm not going to stop trying to help you. Not because I feel sorry for you, but because I think youâre worth it.â Y/N booped Jasonâs nose making lips curve into a half-smile. âYouâre very weird. But ... in a good way.â His response made her own smile grow wider. âIâll take that as a compliment. Now, be a good sport and take your medicine.â
Jasonâs face scrunched up in distaste as he eyed the spoonful of medicine in her hand. âBut thatâs too bitter. I donât like medicine,â he complained, his bottom lip forming an adorable pout. Y/N rolled her eyes before sighing softly, â Well who does. You know what? Fine, lemme cut you a deal. You eat this and Iâll read you a bedtime story. How does that sound?â The boy contemplated the offer for a moment before opening his mouth reluctantly, his expression shifting from defiance to resignation. Y/N didnât spare a moment before feeding the medicine, his face contorted into a grimace but swallowed it down, nonetheless. Handing him a glass of warm milk, she added,â I added extra sugar in this. This should help.â
Jason accepted the glass of milk with a grateful nod, a welcome relief from the bitterness of the medicine. He took a sip, savoring the comforting warmth spreading through him.
âThanks Y/N,â he murmured, his voice muffled by the rim of the glass. Y/N smiled warmly at him, her heart swelling with affection. âYou're welcome, Jase. Just remember, sometimes we have to do things we don't like for our own good,â she reminded him gently.
The boy scooted closer to her, resting his head against her shoulder as he continued sipping the glass of milk she had given him. Y/N had always been there for Jason, she was the one person who would always make all his problems disappear into oblivion. Her presence was a sanctuary from the Narrowsâ harsh realities, a dream he never wished to wake up from. It was probably the only time in life he felt entirely safe and loved. âNow letâs get on with that bedtime story. Yeah?â she suggested.
Jason nodded eagerly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he lied down on the bed, pulling the blanket closer to him. âWell, I donât have a lot of kidsâ storybooks lying around but I can read to you this one of my current favorites.â Jason didnât mind, in all honestly considering his fever, he doubted heâd retain much of the story anyway, it was the soothing cadence of her voice that he craved. âWhatâs it called?â He asked.
âPride and Prejudice. Itâs by Jane Austenâ
Jason's mouth formed an 'o' shape, unfamiliar with the title. Y/N hadn't expected him to recognize it either. Literacy rates in the Narrows were less than ideal and she didn't know anyone who willingly picked up a book, let alone a classic.
Despite his lack of familiarity with the title and the plot, he listened intently as Y/N began to read. Though some of the nuances of the story may have been lost on him, regardless he relished the opportunity to escape into this world that Y/N liked so much. He observed the small smile that graced her face when she mentioned a particular character. âY/N?â he called out. Y/N tore her gaze from the book and met his eyes with a hum of acknowledgment. âHmm?â
âDo you like this Mr. Darcy?â
Y/Nâs expression turned pensive as she considered Jasonâs question. âWell, Mr. Darcy is a complex character,â she began, her voice reflecting her fondness for the literary figure. âHe may seem kind of a jerk at first, but as the story unfolds, you'll see there's more to him than meets the eye.â
Jason felt intrigued by Y/N's insights. He could sense her genuine affection for the character. He knew that Y/N didn't have a boyfriend so often he couldn't help but wonder about her preferences in men. ââ I just find his character development fascinating. And of course, there's the fact that heâs rich. Like really really rich.â
Jason raised an eyebrow, âYou like rich men?â
âI mean, who doesn't love financial security?â she replied with a shrug before continuing, â I have two game plans for the future â either become rich myself or marry into wealth.â
The boy nodded, processing her words thoughtfully. âBut aren't most rich men sleazeballs?â he interjected, curious about her perspective. âWell then, I guess I'll have to find someone who's at least agreeable. And when I say rich, I mean like ââ she trailed off, searching for the right words considering how redundant of a topic this was for discussion with an elementary schooler.
âMr. Darcy rich?â Jason guessed, eliciting a hearty laugh from Y/N.
âThat's what I want. A huge penthouse at the top of a hotel, wearing luxurious clothes every day, receiving pretty flowers and indulging in gourmet delicacies like that wooden board thingy with different types of cheese, bread and grapes,â Y/N added, propping her hand against her chin and sighing dreamily. âDunno what it's called but l've seen it in a magazine,â Jason remarked. He couldn't help but smile at her response, struck by her clear vision of the ideal lifestyle.
Y/N closed the book with a soft thud, placing it on the bedside table to signal the end of their reading session. âBut thatâs a conversation for another time. Itâs late, and you should get some rest,â she said, her tone gentle but firm.
Jason, who had been ready to protest, hesitated at the quiet authority in her voice. Recognizing there was no point in arguing, he gave in with a slow nod. He tugged the blankets tighter around himself, shifting to the other side of the bed as he prepared to settle in for the night.
As Y/N reached the door, Jasonâs voice stopped her. âY/N, waitâjust one more thing.â She turned back to see his face peeking out from the cocoon of blankets, his expression curious. âYes?â she asked, pausing in the doorway.
Jason hesitated for a moment, as if weighing his words, before finally asking, âIf a guy is rich, nice, and good-looking⌠would you marry him?â
Y/N couldnât help but laugh, a warm, genuine smile spreading across her face. âGo to sleep, Jason,â she said, shaking her head as she stepped out of the room. Her laughter lingered in the air behind her, leaving the question unanswered. Little did Jason know, as he lay there in the quiet of the night, that her responseâor lack thereofâhad sparked something in him. That night, he found his aspirations for the future, though he couldnât quite put them into words just yet.
Jason Todd was no stranger to waking up in excruciating pain after a particularly grueling mission. This time was no different. As consciousness slowly returned, agony was the first thing he registered, sharp and unrelenting. The last thing he could recall was Y/N bent over him, carefully operating to remove a bullet, and the searing pain of her incisions cutting through his flesh. He guessed he must have triggered vasovagal syncopeâa reflex that causes blood pressure and heart rate to plummet, leading to fainting as the bodyâs way of shielding itself from overwhelming stress or pain.
A small part of him felt almost insulted by it. Heâd been trained to endure, to stay conscious through the worst of it. But maybe the endless sleepless nights, the relentless pursuit of his target, had finally taken their toll. Jason had left Gotham months ago with one goal: to dismantle Black Maskâs overseas drug operations. Base after base, lead after lead, heâd chased the trail for six exhausting months, only to end up back on the outskirts of Gotham.
Black Mask and his men had set a trap, one that caught Jason and his team off guard until it was almost too late. Theyâd used civilians as bait, forcing Jason into a corner. In the chaos, heâd managed to take down two of Black Maskâs top generals, but not without cost. A bullet had found its mark, leaving him wounded and vulnerable in the crossfire.
His eyes struggled to get into focus, blinking several times as he continued looking at the ceiling, it was a familiar one. The one at the outlawsâ base. He exhaled softly, his throat dry and aching, due to the lack of a much-needed drink. Regardless that was nothing compared to the pain coursing through his body, the sources varied, spreading like fire to his nerves. As the initial wave of pain subsided, he became more aware of his surroundings, he felt a weight on his leg. He turned his head and saw her.
Y/N L/N, in all her quiet grace, was asleep with her cheek resting gently against his thigh. Her hair, tied into a loose bun earlier, had partially come undone, strands falling softly around her face. She looked as beautiful as ever, though the faint dark circles under her eyes hinted at the sleepless nights sheâd endured lately. Yet, despite the fatigue, her expression was serene, almost ethereal, radiating a sweetness that reminded Jason of something divineâlike an angel, if he believed in such things. It struck him that this was the first time heâd ever seen her sleep like this, so peaceful and unguarded.
Hesitantly, he reached out, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face, his touch feather-light so as not to disturb her. He froze when she stirred slightly, but instead of waking, she nuzzled closer to his hand, her face softening further in her sleep. At that moment, Jason felt something shift inside him, a warmth spreading through his chest that he couldnât quite explain. It was as if his heart had melted into something unrecognizable, something tender and fragile.
Jason had long since turned his back on religion. Given the life heâd lived and the things heâd done, he was certain there was a special place in hell reserved just for him. Heâd never given much thought to angels or divinity, convinced heâd never know what they truly looked like. But in that moment, as he watched Y/N sleep, he felt as though he was staring at something sacred. She embodied the purity and grace of every scripture, every gospel, every story of goodness heâd ever heard. And for the first time in a long time, Jason felt something akin to hopeâor maybe even redemption.
She stirred awake slowly, the sensation of a calloused hand brushing lightly against her cheek and neck pulling her from sleep. âRed?â she murmured, her voice thick with drowsiness. The sound of her voice caught Jason off guard, his breath hitching as it pulled him out of his thoughts and back into the quiet reality they shared.
âMorninâ, doll,â he greeted softly, his voice rough and scratchy but warm. She hummed in response, instinctively leaning into his touch, her face nuzzling closer to his hand. Just as she was about to drift back into sleep, the memories of everything that had happened rushed back to her, jolting her fully awake. Y/N sat up abruptly, her eyes wide with alarm, and without thinking, she threw her arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him close. âIâm so glad youâre okay,â she whispered, her voice trembling. Her chest rose and fell with quiet sobs, the relief sheâd been holding back finally spilling over.
Jason understood that witnessing someone close suffer a severe injury like his could be profoundly unsettling for someone not accustomed to such dangers. Though taken aback, he returned her embrace, caressing her hair with a tenderness he didn't realize he possessed.
As Y/N held onto him tightly, he felt a surge of emotion welling up inside him. The pain throbbing through his body long forgotten as he continued holding her close to him. Her presence was all comfort he needed. Jason was a man of many talents unfortunately comforting people wasnât one of them, at least so he thought. âShh it's okay, sweetheart. Iâm okay. I swear,â he murmured, rubbing small circles on her back soothingly.
Y/N sniffled against his chest, her tears dampening the fabric of his shirt. She slowly pulled away, âI was so scared.â He brushed a stray tear from the corner of her eye, his touch filled with unspoken promises and reassurance. Jasonâs heart ached at the sight of Y/Nâs tear-stained face, his own emotions mirroring hers. Despite his usual stoicism, he found himself struggling to find the right words to comfort her in this moment of vulnerability.
âI know angel,â he whispered softly, his voice barely above a breath. ââm here now and Iâm not going anywhere.â Yet despite her initial relief, her eyes betraying the lingering distress. He knew the storm of emotions was far from over. âRed we need to talk,â the tone of her voice spoke volumes of the impending conversation they would have about his recklessness.
Jason's heart sank at the seriousness in Y/N's tone. He knew that if he wasnât careful with this, it could drive a rift between them and scare her off for good, something that he considered an absolute non-option. Nodding solemnly, he met her gaze,âI know,â he replied quietly. âLet's talk.â
As they settled into a tense silence, Jason braced himself for the worst. âRed, I don't think I can keep doing this. You should really hire someone more qualified as your doctor,â Y/N continued, her words filled with concern. Despite her relief at seeing him alright, she was painfully aware of the potential dangers of their situation. The possibility of a misstep, such as making an incision in the wrong place or nicking an artery, weighed heavily on her conscious. Jason felt a knot tighten in his stomach at her almost palpable distress, he couldnât help but feel a pang of guilt for putting her in such a precarious position. âPlease don't put your life in my hands like that again. I- I don't think I can take it.â Her bottom lip quivered with emotion and her eyes grew glossier.
Reaching out, he gently cupped her face with his hand. âYou won't have to do something like that again,â he vowed earnestly. There was a pause after his words where neither of them knew what to say. âBut I can still crash at your place, yeah?â he added playfully with a hint of hope.
Y/N's serious expression broke into a smile, âOf course.â
Their moment was interrupted by a cough, and they turned to see Roy leaning against the door with a smirk. âAs much as I hate interrupting your canoodling sesh, l gotta borrow Hood for a moment. Do you mind Y/ N?â
Y/N pulled away from Jason's touch with a jerk before hastily getting up and leaving the room, her cheeks flushed with furious blush of embarrassment. âCute,â Roy's smirk turned into a full-blown grin as he watched her walk out, then turned back to Jason, who was not amused in the slightest.
Jason shot Roy a stern look, his irritation evident. âWhat?â he said, his tone clipped. Roy Harper had been his ride or die for a very long time now, mostly because his plans were often high-risk high return and to be conducted by higher trained individuals with dubious moral compasses - two of them being himself and Roy. And one could say Jason trusted him with his life and had done so many times. But as of now asphyxiation seemed like a very tempting plan.
Despite wearing his trademark helmet, Jasonâs sharp scowl didnât escape Royâs notice, but he chose to ignore it. Instead, he sat down on the bed with barely concealed mirth and curiosity in eyes, like that of a schoolgirl talking gossip with her girlfriends. âYâknow Jaybird Iâm kinda sad. You got a girlfriend and such a hot one at that and didnât tell me? And here I thought we pinkie promised to tell each other our secrets when we braided each otherâs hair and painted our nails at Lian and the outlawsâ slumber party.â he teased with faux sadness.
Jason rolled his eyes, trying to suppress a smile despite himself. Roy always had a way of lightening the mood. âJust forget it,â he insisted, though his tone lacked conviction. âY/Nâs not my girlfriend. Not yet, at least,â he began, unsure of how to approach the topic. Roy raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying Jasonâs attempt to downplay the situation. âUh-huh sure whatever you say buddy,â he remarked, his playful demeanor unwavering.
âYou were out for a like two days, so I took the liberty to make my acquaintance with our lovely Y/N. I already know how you folks met and all. So, Iâll start asking the real questions. Whatâs the plan ? â Roy asked vaguely.
âWhat are you talking about?â Jason replied, playing dumb. Roy leaned in closer, his usual playful grin replaced by a more serious expression. âCome on, Jay. You and I both know you donât actually need a doctor. Weâve stitched ourselves up plenty of times, and if itâs really bad, thereâs always Alfred. So, thereâs only one reason youâre keeping her around. You want an excuse to keep her close without her figuring out what youâre really up to.â Jasonâs carefully constructed facade didnât last long under Royâs sharp observation, and it wasnât long before the truth began to show through.
âDo you think Iâm agreeable?â He asked. Royâs brows furrowed in confusion at the odd question, but he decided to play along, âUh yeah, I guess? Whatâs that gotta do with this?â Jason shook his head dismissively, waving off his question. He slumped back against the headboard and sighed heavily, wincing slightly from the pain of his injury. âLook letâs just say itâs easier for me to get her to accept gifts and stuff if she thinks she saved my life. And well she did.â
Roy's confusion deepened as he tried to make sense of Jason's words. âThat bullet wound wouldn't have killed you,â he pointed out, stating the obvious.
âNo. But abuse would have. Starvation would have. Disease would have. Neglect would have. The Narrows would have. She didn't let it. She saved me and continued to save me again and again. For years.â Jason's response was solemn. His voice softened to a whisper as he reminisced what were probably the only good memories of his childhood.
Royâs eyes widened as the pieces fell into place. âYou two have history,â he stated, not bothering to wait for Jasonâs confirmation before diving into his next question. âSo, what is this? Some kind of childhood sweethearts thing?â
Jason shifted uncomfortably, struggling to find the right words to explain without making it sound awkward. Roy, meanwhile, held up his hand, counting on his fingers as if doing some quick math, his face scrunched in confusion. âWait, sheâs older than you, right? How does that even work?â
âUh well. It is childhood love, just one sided and ââ Jason began, but Roy cut him off with a scandalized gasp. âAin't no way dude ! So that's why you asked me and Kory to make sure she doesn't find out your identity. You know she'd never let you hit it if she knew you were the same snotty-nosed brat she babysat or some shit.â
Jason shot him a glare, his scowl deepening at Royâs crude phrasing. âIâm not just âtrying to hit it,â Roy. Iâm in love with her,â he snapped, though deep down, he knew his best friend wasnât entirely wrongâeven if he didnât appreciate the bluntness of the delivery.
For a moment, he was speechless. In all the years heâd known Jason, love had never seemed to be a priority. Jason was always more focused on his missions, his goals, his vendettasâmatters of the heart rarely, if ever, made the list. Seeing him so openly and sincerely lovesick was unexpected, to say the least.
âDang, Jay,â Roy finally said, his tone a mix of disbelief and pride. âI always knew youâd get there someday. But man, I shouldâve seen this coming. Youâre absolutely down bad for her.â
Jasonâs scowl deepened at Royâs teasing, his irritation flaring. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â he shot back, his voice defensive.
âI mean, I had my suspicions ever since I heard you getting allâŚÂ worked up to the sound of some girl telling you about her day. Yâknow, like a few months back?â Roy said, his grin widening.
Jasonâs eyes narrowed in surprise. âHow did youââ he started, but Roy cut him off with a casual shrug. âYou forgot to mute the comms,â he stated matter-of-factly. âBut donât worry. Kory was asleep and didnât have her comms in. She didnât hear a thing.â
Jason groaned, running a hand over his face. âSo youâre telling me you didnât have the decency to, I donât know, not eavesdrop on a private moment?â he retorted, his annoyance clear.
Roy shrugged again, his expression still unapologetic. âHey, itâs not like I was trying to snoop,â he insisted, though his tone lacked any real remorse. âI was just about to crash when I heard this cheerful voice coming through the comms, and, well⌠I ended up hearing the whole thing. Total accident, I swear.â
Jason narrowed his eyes, his skepticism obvious. âSure, Roy,â he said dryly, his voice heavy with sarcasm. âBecause accidentally overhearing something like that is totally normal.â
Roy raised his hands in mock surrender, a grin tugging at his lips. âAlright, alright, maybe I shouldâve given you some privacy,â he admitted, though his tone was far from sincere. âBut come on, Jay. If it had been a mutual thing, I wouldâve backed off immediately. No questions askedâthatâs private and all. But it was just you, so I figured, hey, thatâs fair game.â
Jason let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head at Royâs weak justification. âFair game? Seriously?â he exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief. âItâs not like I havenât seen yourââ He gestured vaguely toward Royâs body, his words trailing off. âAnd letâs not forget, you didnât give a rat's ass about privacy when you were fucking that model girl five feet away from me and Starfire at the iceberg lounge.â
He winced as the memory resurfaced but, in his defense, she was undeniably attractive and he had been as intoxicated as his metabolism allowed him to be. He reasoned with himself that it was simply a momentary lapse in judgment, a product of the stress and frustration from the mission. âAnyways 'nuff about that. Let's talk about Y/N.â Much to Jason's relief, Roy dismissed the topic eager to shift the conversation back to the original topic. âYou're serious about her, yeah ?â
âAbsolutely,â Jason replied without hesitation, his voice firm and resolute. Despite the complications of their situation, his commitment to her was unwavering.
Roy leaned forward, his expression turning more serious. âSo, what do you plan to do when she finds out the truth?â he asked, cutting straight to the heart of the matter.
The question gave Jason pause, forcing him to confront the reality heâd been carefully avoiding. He hesitated, his mind racing as he weighed his words. âWell, Iââ he began, swallowing hard as a hint of vulnerability crept into his voice. âIâm hoping to build our relationship enough that we can work through it when the time comes.â
âSo, no plan?â Roy pressed, his tone skeptical as he sought a clearer answer.
Jasonâs gaze faltered for a moment, his confidence wavering. âI mean, I havenât mapped out all the details yet,â he admitted, âbut Iâve thought about it. Iâve got a few ideas.â
âLike securing yourself as her sugar daddy so sheâll be too attached to let you go?â Roy quipped, rolling his eyes as he remembered how Jason had been mysteriously draining their funds lately. But then it hit himâwhen heâd spoken to Y/N, she hadnât mentioned anything about receiving gifts or money from Jason.
âWell, yes and no,â Jason admitted, his tone a mix of defensiveness and honesty. âIâve been sending her three grand every month, and Iâve been keeping an eye on her bank account. But she hasnât spent a single cent of it. The only money sheâs used is what she won from our video game bets.â
Roy raised an eyebrow, nodding slowly. âHuh, so sheâs not after the money. Thatâs cool,â he said casually. Jason shot him a sharp glare, and Roy quickly cleared his throat, backtracking. âI mean, not that I ever thought she was. But if sheâs not spending your money, that could mean one of three things: one, sheâs just a natural saver; two, sheâs saving up for something big and specific, like a one-way ticket out of Gotham; or three, sheâs planning to give it all back to you.â
Jason scoffed, his voice carrying a subtle but unmistakable edge of possessiveness.
Royâs brow furrowed, caught off guard by the tone. âLet her what? Return the money or leave?â he asked, his concern growing as he recognized something familiar in Jasonâs voiceâa determination heâd heard before, but this time, it lacked the usual rage and vengeance. Instead, there was a darker, more intense undercurrent.
âBoth,â Jason stated firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Royâs unease deepened at Jasonâs unwavering declaration. The gravity of the situation was starting to sink in, and a sense of dread crept over him. Please donât let it be what I think it is, he silently prayed to whatever gods might be listening. Gathering his courage, he took a deep breath and spoke up. âJason, I need to ask you something.â
âGo ahead,â Jason replied, his expression unreadable.
âWhat if she rejects you?â Roy asked cautiously, his tone measured as he braced himself for Jasonâs reaction. The air between them grew heavier, the tension almost palpable. Jason fell silent, his expression thoughtful as he considered the question. After a moment, he replied, âWell, Iâve got a secure penthouse. Itâs furnished with everything she likes.â
Royâs eyes narrowed, his concern deepening as he processed Jasonâs words. He pressed his lips together, rubbing his forehead as a knot of unease tightened in his chest. âIs that why youâve been blowing through all that money? To set up some kind of gilded dollhouse to keep her in, just in case she tries to leave you?â
Jasonâs demeanor shifted, a flicker of discomfort crossing his face before he quickly masked it. âItâs not like that,â he insisted, though his voice lacked conviction. Royâs skepticism didnât waver, his gaze sharp and probing as he stared Jason down.
âI asked you what youâd do if Y/N doesnât want anything to do with you, and your first thought is kidnapping her? Jason, this isnât how any of this works!â Royâs voice rose in disbelief, his worry spilling over before he caught himself. He glanced toward the living room, where Kory and Y/N were, and quickly lowered his tone, realizing the risk of being overheard. The depth of Jasonâs attachment to Y/N was becoming alarmingly clear, and it left Roy deeply unsettled.
Jasonâs jaw tightened, his expression hardening as he met Royâs gaze. âYouâre making it sound worse than it is,â he said, his voice low and defensive. âItâs not about trapping her. Itâs about making sure sheâs safe, that she has everything she needs. If she doesnât want me⌠fine. But Iâm not going to let her walk away without knowing sheâs taken care of.â
Roy shook his head, his frustration evident. âJason, youâre not hearing yourself. This isnât about taking care of herâitâs about control. Youâre so scared of losing her that youâre planning for the worst-case scenario instead of just⌠I donât know, talking to her. Being honest. Letting her decide what she wants.â
Jason looked away, his shoulders tense. âYou donât understand. Itâs not like I want to do it. Itâs just a contingency plan for the worst-case scenario,â he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. âI canât lose her, Roy. Not again.â
Roy let out a frustrated scoff, his words sharp and cutting. âYou Bats and your goddamn contingencies! Listen, Jay, Y/N is a civilianâand a really good person. You donât pull this kind of crap with people like her. Or with anyone, for that matter.â His disapproval was clear, his voice firm as he laid into Jason.
âAt least sheâs not a villain,â Jason shot back, his exasperation bubbling over as he tried to justify himself.
Royâs eyes narrowed, and he jabbed a finger at Jason in warning. âDonât bring the mother of my child into this,â he said sharply, his tone leaving no room for argument.
He dropped his hand and let out a heavy sigh, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. Roy knew all too well how stubborn Jason could be, and arguing with him often felt like talking to a brick wall. Still, he wasnât ready to give up. âLook, if you want to win her over, start with flowers and dinners, yâknowâgreen flag stuff,â Roy suggested, his tone softening as he tried to steer Jason toward a better approach. âThe way to a womanâs heart is through genuine, romantic gesturesânot through some creepy forced captivity. You read romance novels, for crying out loud. You should know this!â
âLike I said, itâs just a worst-case scenario. And yes, dinners and flowers are exactly how I plan to start,â Jason replied, his arms crossed as he spoke slowly and deliberately, as if explaining something to a child.
Roy nodded, feeling a small measure of relief at Jasonâs reassurance. âGood,â he said, his tone easing slightly. âIâll help however I can. Just donât let those âworst-case scenariosâ of yours mess with your head.â
Jason gave a slight nod and hummed in acknowledgment. The two fell into a brief silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Roy understood the complexity of the situationâhe couldnât risk the safety of a civilian, and he certainly couldnât let his best friend make a choice heâd come to regret, especially with Batman always watching closely in the background.
Despite being father and son, Batman and Red Hoodâs relationship was anything but smooth. Their differing approaches to crime-fighting and their clashing ideologies often put them at odds. Roy frequently found himself stepping in as a safety net for Jason, especially when his best friendâs anger and thirst for vengeance threatened to spiral out of control. Roy knew what it meant to owe someone your lifeâJason had saved him and his daughter, Lian, more times than he could count.
Thatâs why Roy was acutely aware of how Jasonâs feelings for Y/N could further strain the already fragile relationship between him and Batman. Bruce had always been adamant about keeping civilians out of their world, especially when it came to personal relationships. But one thing was undeniableâY/N brought a sense of joy and peace to Jasonâs life that Roy hadnât seen in years. After everything Jason had been through, he deserved that happiness.
Roy clapped his hands on his thighs and stood up, breaking the silence. âGood talk. You should get some rest now. Iâll take Y/N home,â he announced.
Jasonâs head snapped up, his expression one of surprise. âWhat? Why?â he asked, his voice tinged with protest. âCanât she stay a bit longer?â
âNope,â Roy said firmly, pointing a finger at Jason. âYouâve used up your Y/N privileges for now. She hasnât been home or gone to work since youâve been out. If you keep her here any longer, youâre going to get her fired.â
Jasonâs shoulders slumped in defeat, but he didnât argue. He could see the exhaustion written all over Y/Nâs face, and he didnât want to push her any further. Without waiting for a response, Roy turned and walked out of the room. As he stepped into the living room, a faint smile tugged at his lips. Y/N and Kory were deep in conversation, their heads bent close together like old friends sharing secrets. The sound of their laughter filled the room, warm and genuine, and it brought a sense of comfort to Royâs heart.
It wasnât often that Kory found someone who treated her so naturally. Most civilians kept their distance, wary of her striking appearance and alien origins. Despite her boundless optimism, Kory often faced mistrust and hesitation from others. But Y/N didnât seem to care about any of that. She treated Kory like anyone else, and it was clear they had hit it off.
âHaving a good time, girls?â Roy asked, leaning casually against the couch.
Koryâs eyes lit up as she turned to him, her smile radiant. âConversing with Y/N has been most delightful,â she said, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. Y/N smiled back, giving Koryâs hand a gentle squeeze. âLikewise, Kory,â she replied warmly.
âWell, hate to break up the fun, but I need to take Y/N home,â Roy announced, disrupting the cheerful mood. Koryâs smile faded slightly, her lips pressing into a thin line. âI suppose you do,â she said with a reluctant nod. It was obvious the two had hit it off, and Roy couldnât help but feel a little guilty for cutting their conversation short.
Y/N excused herself to gather her things. âSheâs nice,â Roy remarked, earning a hum of agreement from Kory. âI also approve of Jasonâs choice,â she added with a small smile. When Y/N returned, ready to leave, Roy gestured toward the door. After a round of goodbyes and promises to stay in touch, they headed out of the Outlawsâ base.
The car ride was mostly quiet, though not uncomfortably so. Y/N considered asking Roy how he knew her address, since she hadnât actually given it to him. But given his line of work, she figured it wasnât that surprising. Still, she saw it as a chance to break the silence and decided to ask anyway. âHow did you know where weâre headed?â she inquired, her tone curious.
âHood has a file on you. I read it,â Roy replied casually, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Y/Nâs eyebrows shot up in surprise. Red had a file on her? The idea was intriguing, to say the least. Sheâd seen stuff like that in detective shows and movies, but experiencing it firsthand was something else entirely. âWhat else is in there?â she asked, curiosity piqued.
âThe usual stuff. Date of birth, place of birth, height, weight, criminal recordâor lack thereofâand a bunch of other details,â Roy explained, choosing his words carefully to avoid alarming her. He knew, of course, that the file was far more extensive than that. In reality, calling it a âfileâ was an understatement. Jason had dug deep into Y/Nâs past, compiling an almost obsessive amount of information. Roy found it unsettling, even by his own standards. Jason had crossed into borderline stalker territory, and if it werenât for the fact that he already had a 24/7 tracking device hanging around Y/Nâs neck, Roy wouldnât put it past him to install hidden cameras or something equally extreme. Thankfully, it seemed Jason hadnât gone that farâyet.
Y/N decided not to press further and instead turned her attention to the passing scenery outside the window. The exhaustion from the past few days was catching up to her, and despite her efforts to stay awake, her eyelids grew heavy and eventually closed. Roy glanced over at her, noticing her head resting against the window as she drifted off to sleep. He couldnât help but feel a pang of sympathy as he watched her succumb to exhaustion, her features softening in the quiet comfort of sleep.
A gentle tap on her shoulder eventually roused her. âWeâre here,â Roy said, his voice low so as not to startle her. Y/N blinked awake, peering out the window to see her apartment complex. She gathered her things from the seat and reached for the door handle, ready to step out. âY/N?â Roy called out, stopping her in her tracks.
âYeah?â she replied, turning back to face him.
âCan I get your number?â he asked, the question coming out a bit abruptly. Y/N blinked, caught off guard by the request. Sensing her hesitation, Roy quickly clarified, âNo, noânot like that. Iâm not hitting on you. Youâre Hoodâs girl, and heâd kill me if I tried. What I meant was, before Kory and I knew about you, Jason would disappear for hours, and weâd have no idea where he was. Turns out, he was with you. So, next time he pulls a vanishing act, I can just call you and check in.â
And also so I can keep tabs on you to make sure youâre not kidnapped, he thought to himself, though he wisely kept that part to himself.
Jasonâs intentions toward her were far from innocent, and Roy knew it was only a matter of time before Y/N became so deeply entangled in his world that escaping would feel impossible. She was blissfully unaware of the situation she was in, and a part of Roy hoped sheâd never have to find out. That would be the best outcome for everyone involved.
âOf course. You couldâve just asked earlier,â Y/N replied with a warm smile, handing him her phone. Roy quickly saved his number in her contacts. âHood can be⌠unpredictable sometimes,â he added, his tone serious. âIf anything ever happens, call me.â
Y/Nâs brow furrowed slightly at his words. While she trusted Hood enough to believe he wouldnât do anything to harm her, she appreciated Royâs concern. Living in Gotham had taught her that preparing for the worst was just part of life.
âThank you, Roy,â she said sincerely. âIâll keep that in mind. Just so you know, Red and I arenât dating, though Iâll admit heâs quite the catch.â
âItâs actually the opposite,â Roy muttered with a dry chuckle, his tone laced with irony. Y/N smiled, misinterpreting his comment as a compliment rather than the subtle warning he meant it to be. âThatâs sweet of you,â she said, completely unaware of the underlying meaning behind his words.
Roy frowned, realizing she hadnât picked up on his implication. âThatâs not what Iââ he started, but then stopped himself. âYou know what? Never mind. Stay safe, Y/N,â he said with a sigh, forcing a reassuring smile to mask his unease.
With a final nod, Y/N bid Roy farewell and headed toward her apartment. As she walked away, Roy couldnât help but think to himself, heâs the one who caught you Y/N.
As the sun began its descent, soft golden light filtered through the kitchen window, bathing Gotham in a warm, amber glow. The sky, once a mix of vibrant blues and cloudy grays, now melted into the softer hues of pink and orange, gradually deepening into the purples of twilight. Y/N stood at the kitchen counter, preparing herself a light evening snack. It had been nearly a week and a half since she last saw Red. In that time, sheâd stayed in touch with both Roy and Kory, receiving regular updates on his recovery.
The chime of the doorbell interrupted her thoughts. Y/N remembered texting Kory earlier, asking if Red could visit once he was feeling better. She hadnât expected it to be so soon, but the idea of finally seeing him again filled her with anticipation. Quickly drying her hands on a kitchen towel, she made her way to the door, a smile spreading across her face as she imagined the familiar sight of the red helmet and leather jacket.
âHello, Y/N,â a voice greeted as she swung the door open. But her smile faltered, and her heart sank like a stone. Standing on the threshold wasnât the figure sheâd been eagerly waiting for. Instead, it was someone from her nightmares. The excitement bubbling inside her vanished in an instant, replaced by a storm of emotionsâconfusion, anger, hatred, and, most of all, an overwhelming sense of dread.
Time seemed to freeze as shock and disbelief washed over her. Memories of past traumas flooded her mind, sending a cold shiver down her spine. Her eyes locked onto the metal crowbar in his hand, and the icy rage in his gaze made her heart pound with fear. She was trapped, and the realization hit her like a punch to the gut. Where did I go wrong? she thought desperately. She had done everything to ensure heâd never find her. So how had he?
âDad,â she muttered involuntarily, the word slipping out before she could stop it. Her own voice sounded strange, distant, as if it belonged to someone else. She knew she had to act fast, her survival instincts kicking into overdrive. Despite the paralyzing fear threatening to overwhelm her, she forced herself to focus, summoning every ounce of strength and determination to find a way out of this nightmare.
With trembling hands, she took a step back and tried to slam the door shut, but he wedged the crowbar into the gap before it could close. Panic surged through her as she threw her weight against the door, pushing with all her might to force it closed. But the crowbar held firm, leaving the door stubbornly ajar.
âYou ungrateful wench!â he roared from the other side, his voice dripping with venom. âAfter everything Iâve done for you, this is how you repay me?â
Desperation clawed at her chest as her mind raced for a way to escape. Then it hit herâthe box Red had given her. The SOS pendant! Her hand flew to the delicate chain around her neck, fingers fumbling as she pressed the button repeatedly, her heart pounding in her ears. Please, let help come soon, she prayed silently, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she braced herself for what might come next.
Without a second thought, she sprinted toward the box, but before she could take more than a few steps, her father forced his way through the door. His hand shot out, grabbing her ankle and yanking her backward. She crashed to the floor with a painful thud, her face hitting the ground. âLet me go!â she screamed, kicking and thrashing wildly. Tears streamed down her face as she fought to break free, but her fatherâs grip was ironclad. His only response was a cruel twist of her ankle, sending a sharp, searing pain through her leg and drawing a cry of agony from her lips.
Despite the blinding pain, Y/N refused to give up. Fueled by adrenaline, she swung her free leg with all her strength, aiming a fierce kick at her fatherâs torso. The blow landed with enough force to make him stagger back, giving her a fleeting moment to act.
Seizing the opportunity, Y/N scrambled to her feet, her eyes darting around for somethingâanythingâto defend herself. Her hand closed around the nearest object, a hatstand, and she swung it with all her might. But her hope was short-lived. He blocked the swing with his crowbar, the impact jarring her arms, and then wrenched the hatstand from her grasp, tossing it aside. Before she could react, he grabbed her by the hair and hurled her to the floor. Her back slammed against the couch, knocking the wind out of her.
âYou stupid bitch,â he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. âYou really thought you could run from me?â He punctuated his words with a brutal kick to her stomach, the force of it leaving her gasping for air.
âMomâs dead because of you. Havenât you done enough already?â Her voice trembled with raw emotion, every word heavy with years of pain and anger. After enduring so much sufferingâboth her own and her motherâsâat his hands, the physical pain she felt now was nothing compared to the hatred and rage burning inside her. She heard him scoff, the cold metal of the crowbar nudging her face as he leaned closer.
âNow that I think about it, you do remind me of her,â he said, his voice dripping with disdain. âHow she used to beg me not to hurt you. To take it out on her instead of her precious little daughter. Youâre just as pathetic as she was.â He sneered, his words cutting deep.
Y/N stayed silent, her mind racing. She needed to buy time, to keep him talking long enough for her to reach into the box and grab what she needed. Her heart pounded as her fingers brushed against the box Red had given her. Relief flooded through her as she pulled out the can of pepper spray, her grip steady despite the fear coursing through her veins. She aimed it at him, her expression cold and unwavering.
âGo to hell, you bastard,â she spat.
The spray hit him square in the face, and he let out a howl of pain, stumbling backward as he clawed at his eyes. Curses and threats spilled from his lips, his voice a mix of rage and agony. But before she could react, he lunged at her, crowbar raised, his movements wild and uncontrolled. Y/N knew she couldnât dodge in time. She shut her eyes tightly, raising her arms to shield her head, bracing for the blow she was sure would come.
But it never did.
The crowbar clattered to the floor with a deafening crash, followed by a piercing scream. Y/Nâs eyes snapped open, and there he wasâRed, perched on her fatherâs chest, his fists raining down blow after blow. Her father, bloodied and battered, let out a sardonic laugh despite the pain. âWhatâs the price for playing hero?â he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. âShe offering you more than just gratitude?â
âShut your goddamn mouth,â Red growled, his voice low and dangerous, barely containing the fury bubbling beneath the surface. He grabbed her fatherâs jaw, forcing it shut with a rough grip, before delivering another punch that landed with a sickening crack. Y/N watched, a mix of shock and relief flooding her as Red continued to pummel her father, each strike precise and brutal. Blood poured from her fatherâs nose, pooling on the floor beneath him. With every hit, his struggles grew weaker until he was nothing more than a limp, broken figure beneath Redâs relentless assault.
In one last, desperate attempt, her fatherâs hand twitched toward the crowbar, his fingers brushing the metal. But before he could even lift it, Red grabbed his wrist and twisted it with a sharp, merciless snap. The sound of bone breaking echoed through the room. Something in Red seemed to shatter in that moment. Blind rage consumed him as he snatched the crowbar from the floor, his hands trembling as he stared down at the broken man beneath him. Emotions he had buried for years surged to the surface, raw and unrelenting.
âRed, stop! Youâll kill him!â Y/N cried out, rushing forward and wrapping her arms tightly around his waist to hold him back. She wasnât entirely sure why she intervened. For years, she had dreamed of her father facing justice for everything heâd done, but the thought of Red staining his hands with blood for her sake was unbearable.
Redâs head turned slowly toward her, and he flinched at the sight of her tear-streaked face. Her eyes held a glimmer of something all too familiar to himâfear. A sharp pang of regret stabbed at his chest. What had he done? Was she afraid of him now? Did she hate him? This was the side of himself he had always hoped to keep hidden from her, the darkness he never wanted her to see. But in that moment, he realized he had failed. His rage had taken over, turning him into the very thing he despised.
The room fell silent, the air heavy with tension. Redâs mind raced, a storm of guilt, shame, and self-loathing swirling inside him. He wanted to reach out to her, to tell her he was still the same person she had trusted, the one who had always tried to protect her. But the words stuck in his throat, suffocated by the weight of his own regret.
âHood, I got theââ Royâs voice cut through the apartment as he burst through the door, breathing heavily. His eyes widened as he took in the scene before him. It didnât take long for him to piece together what had happened. Without hesitation, he knelt beside Red and gently pried the crowbar from his hands. Turning to Y/N, he quickly scanned her for injuries before tapping his comm. âStar, comm in. Rendezvous at the SOS coordinates.â Within moments, Starfire arrived, her eyes immediately locking onto Y/N.
âY/N, youâre injured!â Kory gasped, her voice filled with concern as she rushed to her side.
âStar, help Y/N. Hood, youâre coming with me,â Roy ordered, his tone firm and unyielding. Red obeyed without protest, rising to his feet and leaving the apartment without so much as a glance back. Roy sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair as he muttered a string of curses under his breath.
âDonât worry about this, Y/N. Weâll handle it,â Roy assured her, gesturing toward her unconscious father sprawled on the floor. Y/N nodded slowly, the shock beginning to fade as reality set in. âRedâs going to be okay, right?â she asked, her voice tinged with anxiety.
âDonât worry about him. Heâs a tough nutâbounces back from pretty much anything,â Roy replied, though his tone lacked the confidence he wished it had. Kory helped Roy lift the unconscious man, and together they carried him out. Y/N didnât ask what they planned to do with him, and truthfully, she didnât care.
âWhere do you keep the first aid kit?â Kory asked, her voice calm and steady.
âIn the bathroom cabinet,â Y/N answered. Kory nodded and quickly retrieved the kit. She guided Y/N to the couch and knelt at her feet, carefully tending to her injuries. âFortunately, youâre not seriously hurt,â Kory remarked, her tone carrying a note of relief. As she worked, a sense of calm began to settle over the room.
Y/N couldnât help but feel grateful for Koryâs presence. The alien womanâs soothing demeanor and gentle hands brought a sense of comfort despite the chaos that had just unfolded. âThank you, Kory,â Y/N said softly, a genuine smile of appreciation spreading across her face. Koryâs expression softened, her eyes lighting up with warmth at the gratitude.
âYouâre very welcome,â Kory replied warmly. âEven though weâve only just met, Iâve grown quite fond of you. Since Iâve been on a break from the Titans, I havenât stayed in touch with many of my old friends. So, itâs nice to make new ones. We are friends, right?â she asked, her tone hopeful.
Y/N smiled warmly and reached out to take Koryâs hand. âOf course. If youâd like, we could go shopping or catch a movie sometime. You know, just girl stuff,â she suggested. Koryâs face lit up with excitement, her vibrant green eyes sparkling. âI would love nothing more,â she exclaimed, her enthusiasm contagious.
âHey, Kory,â Y/N began after a moment, her tone shifting slightly. âCan I ask you for a favor?â Kory nodded, her attention fully on Y/N as she waited for her to continue. âCould you ask Red to come see me? Itâs okay if he doesnât want to, but I justâŚâ Y/N trailed off, struggling to put her feelings into words. Koryâs lips pressed into a thin line as she considered the request. Usually, after violent outbursts like the one today, Red needed time and space to calm down. But maybe Y/N was exactly what he needed right now.
âI will,â Kory assured her with a soft smile.
About half an hour after Kory left, the doorbell chimed. Y/N took a deep breath, wincing slightly as her injuries made her movements a bit slower, and made her way to the door. When she opened it, she was immediately greeted by a large bouquet of roses.
âLast I checked, it wasnât my birthday,â Y/N teased, a playful smile tugging at her lips. Even though Redâs face was hidden behind his mask, she could almost feel him smiling back.
âWell, I couldnât show up empty-handed, could I?â he replied with a casual shrug. âAnd who says you need an occasion to give a girl flowers?â
âCome on in,â Y/N said, stepping aside to let him enter.
Jason stepped inside, the air between them thick with awkwardness. As he set the bouquet down on a nearby table, he could feel the anxiety gnawing at him. The memory of nearly killing her father in front of her weighed heavily on his mind, and he couldnât shake the fear that it had changed everything between them. A part of him was terrified sheâd called him here to end whatever they had.
They settled onto the couch, the silence stretching uncomfortably between them. Finally, Jason broke it. âHowâs your ankle?â he asked, his voice softer than usual.
âOh, itâs almost healed,â Y/N replied, her tone light. âWho knew Kory could do a hot and cold compress with just an ice pack and her hands? Perks of having superpowers, I guess.â
âRoy still has burn marks from when she tried that on us the first time,â Jason recalled, a chuckle slipping out. But he stopped short when he noticed the concern on Y/Nâs face.
âOh, um, I see. Anyway, thanks for the flowers. Theyâre beautiful,â Y/N said, steering the conversation in a different direction. Jason nodded, his posture relaxing slightly as he appreciated the shift in topic. âYeah, no big deal. Thought they might brighten the place up a bit.â
âThatâs really sweet of you,â Y/N replied, her tone softening. Then, her eyes flicked over him, and she tilted her head curiously. âSo, whatâs with the suit?â Amid all the chaos earlier, she hadnât noticed, but now she couldnât help but see how different he looked. Gone was his usual leather-and-armor ensemble. Instead, he wore a crisp red shirt, a perfectly tailored pinstripe suit, and a sleek black waistcoat. His signature biker helmet was replaced by a red and black mask that covered half his face, leaving his dark hairâwith that striking white streak at the frontâto fall casually over his forehead. Y/N couldnât tell if the white streak was natural or dyed, but it only added to his magnetic presence.
There were attractive men, and then there was him. Y/N had never met someone whose aura was so intensely masculine and commanding. It was almost overwhelming to be near him. He looked like heâd stepped straight out of a mafia romance novelâthe kind of man who could dominate a room with just a glance. Come to think of it, she vaguely remembered hearing something on the news about him being a crime lord.
âOh, this?â Jason started, pausing briefly before clearing his throat. âI had a⌠meeting. Just business stuff.â His answer was vague, but Y/Nâs imagination filled in the blanks effortlessly. She could picture him lounging on a luxurious black leather sofa, a glass of whiskey in hand, while some underling groveled at his feet, begging for mercy. She hummed in acknowledgment, a small smile playing on her lips. âSo, is this how your thugs get to see you every day?â
âOnly the high-ranking ones or the ones in really deep shit,â Jason replied with a smirk, leaning back casually.
âA life of crime suddenly seems much more enticing,â Y/N joked, her tone light but with a hint of playful envy. Red chuckled, shaking his head. âTrust me, angel, not everyone gets the Y/N treatment.â
âWell, I guess Iâll have to take your word for it,â she replied with a grin, standing up and heading to the kitchen. âToo much happened today. I need a drink. Can I get you anything? I haveââ She opened the refrigerator, only to realize with a flush of embarrassment that her options were limited. âWater, coffee, and⌠oh! Tequila!â she exclaimed, pulling out a bottle with a triumphant grin and holding it up for him to see. It was cheap liquor, the kind someone of his stature probably wouldnât even glance at, let alone drink.
âIâd drink anything you pour for me angel.â
Y/N felt her cheeks flush and her stomach flutter at his words. Red wasnât usually the flirtatious type, so she wondered if his comment was more than just a casual remark. Maybe it was genuine. Maybe this was something worth exploring. She grabbed two shot glasses and set them on the table.
âYou get started. Iâll be right back,â she said with a smile before heading to the bathroom and closing the door behind her. Taking a deep breath, she splashed water on her face and stared at her reflection in the mirror, her expression determined. âOkay, Y/N, you can do this. Youâve been dreaming about this for months. The worst he can say is no. Youâre a grown woman, and you can go after what you want. You just have to try.â Her pep talk sounded a lot like Stephanie cheering her on, even though Stephanie had always been quick to encourage her to dump her past boyfriends. And, looking back, Y/N couldnât blame her. But this was different. He was different. Before heading back, she smoothed her clothes, reapplied her lip gloss, and spritzed on some perfume.
Feeling more confident, Y/N took another deep breath and walked back to the living room. The bottle was now a quarter empty, and her glass was filled to the brim with the golden liquid. âTook you long enough,â Jason said, his gaze fixed on her, studying her intently. Y/N didnât respond. Instead, she leaned over his shoulder, picked up his shot glass, and downed it in one swift motion without hesitation.
âI didnât know you could handle your liquor so well,â he remarked, his tone light but laced with curiosity. He was trying to draw her into conversation, maybe to distract himself from how her perfume was clouding his senses. The longer he stared at her, the more desire crept into his veins. It didnât help that her hair fell over her shoulder, framing her face, or that he could almost feel her breath brushing against his skin. His mind began wandering to places it definitely shouldnât. Y/Nâs laugh, soft and genuine, filled the room, and Jason felt his resolve waver. It stirred emotions heâd been fighting hard to keep buried. She set the glass down and leaned back, her arm still resting casually over his shoulder, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and something more.
âWhy donât you find out?â she challenged playfully, her gaze locking with his. Itâs now or never, she thought to herself. Y/N reached up, tracing the edge of his mask with her finger, watching as his chest rose and fell with uneven breaths. âYou donât want to start something you canât finish, angel,â he warned, leaning into her touch, trying to throw her off balance. But her reaction wasnât what he expected.
âWell whether I finish or not depends on you. Can you make me finish ?â
That was the moment Jasonâs control shattered. His attraction to her was like a moth drawn to a flameâinevitable and dangerous. His love for her, his desire for her, was a risk because he knew if he let himself go even a little, he might lose all restraint. Jason stood up, closing the distance between them until they were face to face. His fingers brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch lingering. Her eyes traveled over his figure, towering over hers. He could hear a deafening heartbeat but couldnât tell if it was hers or his own.
âAll these past months, I just have the same moments playing on repeat and youâ you make it so hard.â As the words stumbled out of his mouth, he felt as if each syllable was bringing him closer to the precipice of ruining whatever fragile relationship they might have had.
âSo hard to what ?â she whispered, her voice barely audible but charged with intensity.
Jason swallowed hard, his eyes locking with hers. âSo hard to keep myself from you,â he admitted, his voice raw with emotion. âEvery time I'm near you, I feel like I'm losing control. And the more I try to fight it, the stronger it gets.â The confession was a cathartic release, not done out of blinded optimism but out of raw honesty begging to be acknowledged.
Y/N's breath caught in her throat. Despite the mask, she could almost see the struggle in his eyes, the vulnerability he rarely showed. She reached up, her hand gently cupping his cheek. âMaybe you don't have to fight it. Maybe I want it too,â she said, her voice soft yet still holding that lilt that so keenly resembled a siren's song reeling him closer and crumbling any walls he couldâve even thought of putting up.
Jason's plan seemed to have taken an unexpected yet much appreciated turn. From the start of his pursuit of Y/N, he had never really considered the possibility that she could be attracted to him out of her own volition, without any of his tricks or deceptions. But now he saw that this had a chance of really working out, the right way. As much as he wanted to keep her all to himself, he knew she didn't deserve to be manipulated, and he couldn't let his selfishness get the better of him.
Realization hit him like lightning. He had meticulously planned every minute detail to make their first time absolutely perfect, and he felt panic surge internally when he realized he didn't have enough time to do all of that. âY/N, I hate to break the mood, but I need fiveâno, seven minutes to prepare. On the clock, I swear.â
Y/N blinked in confusion at the suddenness of the request but didn't refuse it and watched as he dashed into her room and close the door behind him. Her earlier confidence started to deflate at the awkwardness of the situation, but she couldn't help but wonder what he meant by needing âtime to prepareâ. It was understandable if an awkward teenager needed time to get himself together but what could a man like him possibly need to prepare for ? Left alone, she took a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves. She decided to trust him, knowing that whatever he was planning, it was likely something thoughtful. Y/N wandered over to the couch and sat down, her mind replaying their conversation and the emotions that had surfaced.
After what felt like an eternity but was probably only a few minutes, Jason reappeared. He extended his hand towards her chivalrously and led her into the room. Y/N's earlier confusion melted away as she saw the effort he had put in. The bed was now adorned with luxurious silk sheets that looked incredibly expensive. A sweet scent wafted through the air, and she noticed scented candles on the side tables. âDidn't have enough time to get roses. Sorry about that,â he spoke, scratching his neck sheepishly, clearly nervous about her reaction.
âWhat are you talking about ? It's perfect Red ! How did you know I liked these scented candles ?â she asked, her eyes sparkling with appreciation.
âIt reminds me of your perfume.â
Y/N's heart swelled at his thoughtfulness and effort. âYou're really something, you know that ?â she said, stepping closer to him. Before he could reply, she leaned in and kissed him over his mask. His eyes widened in surprise for a moment, but then he relaxed into her touch as if it were second nature.
Jason's fingers found their way into her hair, tangling in the soft strands, the scene unfolding just as it had in his imagination countless times before. The kiss, despite the mask, was electric, sending shivers down his spines. Y/N could feel his breath quicken, matching her own heartbeat's rapid pace. She was amazed at how something so simple could feel so intense. His hands roamed gently over her back, feeling the warmth of her skin through the fabric of her shirt as he gently laid her down against the silk sheets. He marveled at how perfectly she fit against him, how natural it felt to be this close to her.
The only light in the room came from the scented candles, leaving her to explore solely through touch and sound. She heard him remove his mask with a click and toss it aside, before diving into something more passionate, more intense. There was an edge to this kiss, a rougher, almost desperate need. Despite what how much he promised himself to be gentle with her - he needed it, the fiery desire to feel her in his arms, to hear her breathless gasps and little moans to feel like he was alive.
âGod,â kiss, âyou're,â kiss, âperfectââ
Jason's words tumbled out in a haze of desire. For years, he had longed for this moment. From the very first time he saw her, he had been captivated, convinced she was the most beautiful person he had ever laid eyes on. But over the past few months, his feelings had deepened far beyond a simple childhood infatuation. Y/N had become the center of his fantasies, leaving him restless and yearning for her touch on countless nights. His lips moved from her mouth to her neck, leaving a trail of marks as he went. Her soft whimpers and moans, like sweet nectar, only fueled his eagerness.
His hands roamed her body with a delicate caution, as though she were a fragile porcelain doll that might shatter at the slightest pressure. The sound of his kisses, slick and hot, deepened the flush on her skin, drawing out incoherent whines and whimpers from her lips. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as the intensity between them grew.
Every touch, every sound she made, was intoxicating, pulling him deeper into the moment. He couldnât get enough of herâthe way her body arched toward his, the way her breath came in short, uneven gasps, the way her skin felt like fire beneath his fingertips. It was as if she had ignited something primal within him, something he could no longer control.
âY/N,â he whispered against her lips, his voice rough with need. âIâve wanted this for so long. You have no ideaâŚâ
His words trailed off as his mouth found her collarbone, nipping and kissing his way down to the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. She gasped, her grip tightening as she clung to him. The sound of her pleasure was like music to his ears, driving him to push further, to give her more. He wanted to hear her fall apart, to know that he was the one who had unraveled her.
Her hands moved from his hair to his shoulders, gripping him tightly as if she were afraid, he might disappear. âRed,â she breathed, her voice trembling. âPleaseâŚâÂ
That single word, dripping with longing and desperation, was all the push he needed. His hands moved swiftly, pulling her tank top over her head and tossing it aside. Her shorts followed just as quickly, discarded without a second thought. The candles around them flickered, casting a soft, warm glow across the room. It wasnât enough light for her to see clearly, but with the enhanced abilities he had gained from the Lazarus Pit, he could see every detail of her. For a moment, he paused, his eyes drinking in the sight of her beneath himâflushed, breathless, and utterly beautiful.
But the moment didnât last long. The fire between them was too intense, too all-consuming. He joined her on the bed, his body pressing against hers as his lips found her neck once more. His kisses trailed down further and further till he was at the valley of her breasts. Y/Nâs breath hitched, her eyes fluttering shut in anticipation.
Then, unexpectedly, Jason hesitated.
âWhat happened?â she whispered, her voice tinged with confusion and desire. âDidnât you say you wanted this for the longest time? Why are you stopping now?â
Jason shook his head before sliding down the straps of her bra and pressing kisses along her collarbone. The air seemed to leave his lungs entirely as he unhooked her bra, the reality of the moment hitting him hard. This was real. After years of longing, of imagining this very moment, it was finally happening. His hand cupped one breast while his mouth found the other, his touch both possessive and reverent.
âFucâ,â she moaned and he huffed a chuckle, his warm breath making goosebumps erupt across her arms. She felt dizzy and elated at the same time as though she were standing at the edge of the world, gazing down at a kaleidoscope of colors swirling beneath her.
Y/N gasped sharply as his teeth grazed her sensitive nipple, a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure shooting through her, sending shivers down her spine and igniting a fiery heat between her legs. He took his time, his tongue swirling and sucking, leaving broad, wet strokes that spread warmth across her skin. Jasonâs fingers lingered at the waistband of her underwear, teasing for a moment before slipping beneath. Her back arched instinctively as his fingers brushed against her, and she squirmed under the light pressure he applied to her clit. He traced her folds, teasing her gently before circling her throbbing clit again and again, each touch deliberate and maddening.
Before she could muster a coherent sentence, he slid a finger inside her, making her back arch. He was fascinated by how responsive she was, every touch eliciting a reaction. He curled his finger inside her, as if searching for something specific, and when her legs began to tremble and her eyes water, he knew heâd found it. A smirk tugged at his lips as he added a second finger, his movements alternating between slow and deliberate and fast and relentless, driving her closer to the edge.
It had been months since sheâd been with anyone, and her body reacted intensely, as if rediscovering pleasure for the first time. As if two fingers werenât enough, he added a third, pumping into her with a rhythm that felt almost punishing, determined to stretch her to her limit. His lips crashed into hers, swallowing her moans and cries as he quickened his pace. â S'too much,â she managed to gasp between kisses.
Jason chuckled darkly, clearly amused. âAngel, trust me, you wouldn't be able to take me if I didnât stretch you out first.â
Y/Nâs face flushed, a mix of embarrassment and defiance. âExcuse me? Iâm not a virgin, nor am I a prude. Iâve had boyfriends before. Youâre nothing I canât handle,â she shot back, though her words felt more like an attempt to convince herself than him. Sure, sheâd had boyfriends, but none of them could even come close to Jason. She was certain he was twice her size, if not more, and the thought alone sent a thrill of anticipationâand a hint of nervousnessâcoursing through her.
Jason raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening as he leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. âOh, really?â he murmured, his voice dripping with playful challenge. âWeâll see about that, wonât we?â
His fingers continued their relentless rhythm, curling and stretching her in ways that made her toes curl and her breath hitch. She tried to hold back the sounds threatening to escape her lips, but it was impossible. Every touch, every movement, was designed to unravel her completely. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white as she tried to anchor herself against the overwhelming sensations.
âYouâre so tight, angel,â he growled, his voice rough with desire. âEven like this, youâre squeezing me so damn hard. Imagine how itâll feel when itâs me inside you.â
The words sent a fresh wave of heat flooding through her, and she couldnât help but whimper in response. Her mind was a haze of pleasure, her body trembling under his skilled touch and tears flowing freely. She wanted to fire back with a snarky remark, to prove she could keep up with his teasing, but all that came out was a breathless moan.Â
âRedââ she gasped, her voice cracking as her hips instinctively rocked against his hand. âIâI canâtââ
âShhh,â he murmured, his voice firm yet tender. âLook at me. Youâre doing so well, darling. S'good for me.â She forced her eyes open, struggling to maintain his gaze. Even in the dim light, his eyes stood out vividly, glowing faintly.
âYour eyes⌠theyâre green, like emeralds,â she whispered, her voice barely audible.
He brought her knuckles to his lips, pressing a soft, grateful kiss to them, as if silently thanking her for the compliment. His free hand intertwined with hers, holding her steady as his fingers worked her with precision, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. Her legs shook, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps as the pressure built to an unbearable peak.
And then, with a sharp cry, she shattered. Her body convulsed as the wave of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her trembling and breathless. Jason didnât let up, his fingers slowing but not stopping, drawing out her orgasm until she was a writhing, whimpering mess beneath him.Â
When he finally withdrew his hand, she collapsed back onto the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath. Just as she thought she might have a moment to recover, Jasonâs mouth descended to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. âStill think you can handle me, angel?â he teased, his voice low and rough with desire. Y/N groaned, her body still buzzing from the intensity of her release. She was too exhausted to argue, too overwhelmed by everything he had just put her through.
Y/N had always known Red had an appetite, but nothing could have prepared her for the way he devoured her now. His lips and tongue moved with a hunger that left her breathless, her slick coating his mouth as he feasted on her. The obscene sounds of his lips and tongue against her sent shivers through her, the heat of his spit only adding to the wet, aching pressure building inside her.
âNghmm ,â he moaned against her, his green eyes glazed and hazy as he looked up at her, utterly lost in the taste of her. âYou taste heavenly,â he murmured, his voice thick with desire. The bridge of his nose brushed against her swollen clit, and he took the opportunity to drag his lips across her folds, teasing her sensitive nerves until she was writhing beneath him. Her back arched off the bed, her mind spinning as she struggled to make sense of where she start and he ended.Â
Her hands tangled in his hair, gripping tightly as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Jasonâs tongue worked relentlessly, swirling around her clit before dipping lower to taste her deeply, as if he couldnât get enough. Every flick, every suck, every groan he let out against her sent her spiraling further into ecstasy. She was a mess of gasps and whimpers, her body trembling under his relentless attention.
âRed please please â,â she choked out, her voice breaking as her hips bucked against his mouth. âIâI canâtâitâs too muchââ
But he didnât stop. If anything, he only intensified his efforts, his hands gripping her thighs to hold her in place as he devoured her like a man starved. The wet, sinful sounds of his mouth on her filled the room, mingling with her desperate moans. She could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside her, threatening to snap at any moment.
âThatâs it, angel,â he growled, his voice low and rough, the vibrations sending shivers through her very core. âLet go. I want to feel you come on my tongue.â
His words were the final push she needed. With a sharp, breathless cry, her body shuddered, her release crashing over her in a blinding, overwhelming wave of pleasure. Jason didnât stop, his tongue working relentlessly as she rode out the intensity, her legs trembling uncontrollably beneath him. He savored every drop, drinking her in as though she were the most exquisite thing heâd ever tasted, until she was left a quivering, oversensitive mess beneath him.
When he finally pulled back, he looked up at her with a wicked grin, his lips glistening and his eyes dark with satisfaction. âI think thatâs plenty of warm-up before the main course,â he teased, his voice dripping with mischief. âOr⌠do you want more?âÂ
Y/Nâs breath hitched at his words, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her release. She wanted to respond, to fire back with something clever, but her mind was too foggy, her thoughts too scattered. All she could manage was a weak, pleading whimper as she looked up at him, her eyes wide and glazed with desire.
Jason let out a dark chuckle, clearly reveling in the effect he had on her. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh before slowly trailing his lips upward, leaving a searing path of heat in his wake. His hands moved up her body, his touch firm yet tender, as though he were committing every curve, every inch of her to memory.
âYouâre so beautiful like this,â he murmured, âCompletely undone, completely mine.â
His words sent a fresh wave of shivers cascading down her spine, and she instinctively arched into his touch, craving more. Despite being exhausted and oversensitive, the raw hunger in his eyes reignited a deep, primal need within her. She wanted himâevery part of him.
âNot fair,â she eyes almost watered, her voice trembling.
âWhatâs not fair?â he asked curiously. Â
âYouâre still fully clothed,â she breathed, her hands weakly reaching for him. âAnd I⌠I want you. I want to touch you, to feel youânot just through fabric.â
Jasonâs smirk deepened at her words, a flicker of surprise and satisfaction crossing his features. His eyes, dark and intense, glinted with a mix of amusement and raw desire as he watched her. It was almost surreal to himâthe way she wanted him, the way she looked at him like he was something worth craving. Heâd spent so long believing he wasnât the kind of man someone like her could want, not in this way. And yet, here she was, her words and touch unraveling him. For a fleeting moment, he wondered if heâd somehow died and stumbled into some kind of heaven. âWell, angel,â he drawled, his voice low and teasing, âif you wanted me out of these clothes, all you had to do was ask.â
Before she could respond, he leaned back, sitting up slightly to unbutton his shirt and waistcoat. The fabric fell to the floor with a soft thud, though Y/N could barely make out the details in the dim lighting, silently cursing the lack of visibility. âBetter?â he asked, his voice laced with mock innocence as his fingers moved to the buckle of his belt. Y/N nodded, her throat suddenly dry. âMuch,â she managed to whisper, her eyes glued to him as he finished undressing.
âNow,â he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine, âyou can touch me all you want.â
She didnât hesitate. Her hands immediately found their way to his chest, her fingers exploring the hard planes of his muscles, tracing the ridges of his scars, and following the faint trail of hair that led down his abdomen. She marveled at the way his breath hitched when her nails lightly grazed his skin, the way his muscles tensed under her touch. It was intoxicating, knowing she could unravel him just as much as he unraveled her.
Feeling a surge of boldness, her hands trailed lower and lower until they reached the waistband of his pants. She glanced up at him, his brilliant green eyes darkening with desire, his breathing growing heavier. Her fingers dipped further, brushing against the hard outline of his arousal. Her eyes widened in surprise and curiosity.
âIs thatâŚ?â she whispered, her voice a mix of awe and disbelief.
Jason let out a low, throaty chuckle, his eyes never leaving hers. âYeah, angel,â he said, his voice rough and dripping with desire. âThatâs all for you.â
Her cheeks flushed at his words, but she didnât pull her hand away. Instead, she let her fingers curl around him, feeling the heat and hardness through the fabric of his pants. Jasonâs breath hitched, his hips instinctively pressing into her touch.
âFuck,â he groaned, his head tilting back slightly as her hand began to explore him more boldly, âYouâre gonna be the death of me angel.â
She smirked, emboldened by the way he reacted to her touch. With her fingers trembling ever so slightly as she pulled down his boxers. Jasonâs hands gripped the sheets tightly, his muscles tensing as she finally freed him from the confines of his clothing.
Her eyes widened as she took him in, her breath catching in her throat. He wasâŚÂ impressive, to say the least. Her hand wrapped around him tentatively, her touch light but deliberate. Jason let out a sharp hiss, his hips jerking slightly as her fingers brushed against her tip.
âHold onâŚâ she withdrew her hand, her voice shaky. âJusâ wait a minute.â
Jason froze, his eyes flashing with uncertainty.
âYou⌠donât want this?â he asked, his voice low but tinged with vulnerability.
You don't want me?
The unspoken question hung heavy in the air, and it pained her how quickly he assumed he was undesirable. As if he could ever be anything less than everything she wanted.
âNo!â she blurted out, her fingers gently hooking under his chin to make him look at her. âI just⌠need a second to recalibrate because⌠holy shit⌠youâre so bigââ
He burst into laughter, his boyish face lighting up with joy. âThatâs all? Aw, angelâŚâ he cooed, flicking her nose playfully with his index finger. âSwear, you can be so adorable sometimesâŚâ he teased, his voice dripping with affection.
She huffed, the tips of her ears turning red, but the tension between them had softened, replaced by a warmth that made her heart swell. Jasonâs laughter was infectious, and despite her embarrassment, she couldnât help but smile. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, his earlier worry completely erased.
âDonât worry,â he murmured against her mouth, his tone reassuring. âWeâll take it slow. Iâve got you, angel.â
His words eased her lingering nerves, replacing them with a warm, comforting reassurance. She took a deep breath, centering herself before gathering her courage. Her thumb brushed over the wet tip of his cock, feeling the soft, velvety skin twitch under her touch. His length curved slightly upward, and she couldnât help but squirm at the thought of how perfectly it would hit all the right spots inside her.
âNghhâfuck,â he groaned, his voice strained but encouraging. âDidnât expect you to feel this goodâŚâ
She smirked, a playful glint in her eyes. âI know something thatâd feel even better,â she said, her voice low and teasing. Slowly, she dipped her head down, pressing a soft kiss to the tip before letting her hands explore the shape of him, familiarizing herself with every inch. Her smirk widened when she felt the prominent vein pulsing beneath her touch. She ran her tongue along it, and the reaction was immediateâhis head fell back, a loud, unrestrained moan escaping his lips.
The sound sent a thrill through her, hotter and more intoxicating than anything sheâd ever heard. Taking it as encouragement, she wrapped her lips around him, stretching them as wide as she could to accommodate his size. He barely fit in her mouth, and the thought of how heâd feel elsewhere made her pulse quicken. There was no way something that big would fit inside herâbut the idea of trying sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine.
Jasonâs hands tangled in her hair, not pushing or forcing, but gently guiding as she took him deeper. His breath came in ragged gasps, his hips twitching slightly as he fought to keep himself still. âFuck, Y/N,â he groaned, his voice rough and strained. âYouâreâgod, youâre amazing.â
She hummed softly in response, the vibration drawing another sharp moan from him. Her tongue swirled around him, exploring every inch as her lips moved up and down his length. She could feel him throbbing in her mouth, the taste of him intoxicating as she lost herself in the rhythm.Â
âFuck. Iâm close. Y/N, Iâ,â he managed, his voice breaking.
âCome for me Red.â
Jasonâs grip tightened in her hair, his breath catching as her words sent him spiraling over the edge. With a deep, guttural groan, he fell apart, his release hitting him with such intensity that it left him trembling. Y/N stayed with him, her lips and tongue moving gently to coax out every last wave of his pleasure until he was completely spent, his body relaxing and his breaths coming in heavy, uneven gasps.
When she finally pulled back, she looked up at him, her lips glistening and her eyes dark with a satisfied gleam. Jasonâs hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing across her bottom lip, ensuring not a single drop of his release went to waste. He gazed down at her, his expression a mix of awe and adoration.
âYouâre fucking incredible,â he murmured, his voice still rough but laced with tenderness. âI donât know what I did to deserve you, angel.â Y/N smiled softly, leaning into his touch. âYouâre not so bad yourself, Red,â she teased, her voice warm and playful.
Y/N's world suddenly tilted as Jason hooked her ankle and draped it over his shoulder, positioning himself firmly between her legs. He pressed a series of soft, lingering kisses along her calf, each one sending a shiver through her body. Her breath hitched as he aligned himself with her wet entrance, his eyes dark and intense as they met hers.
âYou ready, baby?â he asked, his voice low and husky, laced with both desire and concern.
Y/N nodded, her heart pounding in anticipation. âYes,â she whispered, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions swirling inside her. âIâm ready.â
With a slow, deliberate movement, he pushed into her, his eyes never leaving hers as he gave her time to adjust. Y/Nâs breath caught in her throat, her nails digging into his shoulders as she felt him stretch her, fill her completely. It was overwhelming, almost too much, but in the best way possible. A cry escaped her lips as she struggled to take all of him, her body trembling under the intensity. He had done his best to prepare her, to be as gentle as he could, but the sheer size of him was still a challenge.
âRelax, darling,â he murmured, his voice soft and reassuring. âStop squirming, and itâll be easier for you, I promise.â He pressed a tender kiss to the tears streaming down her face, a small smile tugging at his lips. Heâd noticed it beforeâhow her eyes tended to water when she was particularly aroused. Maybe it was the darker, more sadistic part of him that found it so captivating. He couldnât help but revel in the knowledge that, from now on, he would be the only one to see her like thisâso vulnerable, so undone, so completely his.
She nodded, focusing on his voice, on the way his hands stroked her sides, grounding her. Slowly, the initial discomfort began to fade, replaced by a deep, throbbing pleasure that made her toes curl. Her hips shifted instinctively, seeking more of him, and Jason groaned, his head dropping to her shoulder.
His pace quickened as he felt her body finally begin to adjust to his size, the initial tension giving way to a rhythm that was both punishing and intoxicating. âMine. Mine. Mine,â he chanted, each word a declaration, a promise, punctuated by a deep, relentless thrust that drove the air from her lungs. Y/N clung to him, her fingers digging into his back as he rocked into her, the pleasure unfurling down her spine like a live wire, setting every nerve ablaze.
âFuck⌠RedâŚâ she gasped, her voice trembling, barely audible over the sound of their ragged breaths and the slick, rhythmic slap of skin against skin.
In that moment, there was nothing else in her mind but him. The sound of his low, guttural groans, rough and primal, filled the room, mingling with her own desperate cries. She could see the way his brow furrowed in ecstasy, his face a portrait of raw, unbridled pleasure. His swollen lips hovered inches from hers, close enough that she could feel the heat of his breath, yet he held back, as if savoring the tension, the anticipation. Even the dim, flickering light of the candles seemed to wrap around them, casting a warm, golden glow that cocooned them in their own private worldâa world where nothing else mattered, where they were safe from the chaos and horrors that waited outside.
âYouâre mine, understood?â he growled, his voice rough and commanding, cutting through the haze of pleasure that clouded her mind.
Y/N barely registered his words, let alone processed them. The onslaught of sensation was too much, too overwhelming, leaving her unable to form a coherent thought, let alone respond. Her body was a live wire, every nerve alight with pleasure, her mind blank except for the feel of him, the sound of him, the sight of him. But then, suddenly, he stopped, and the sharp sting of a light slap on her cheek brought her back to the present. Jason grabbed her face, his large hands squishing her cheeks together as he forced her to look at him, his eyes dark and intense, burning with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down her spine.
âI said,â he continued, thrusting into her again with a pace that was both punishing and exhilarating, âyouâre. fucking. mine. Is that clear?â
His words were firm, demanding, and laced with a possessiveness that left no room for argument. Y/N nodded as best as she could, her breath hitching as she managed to choke out a weak, âYes. I'm yours I promise.â
Jasonâs expression softened slightly, though his movements remained relentless, each thrust driving his point home. âGood,â he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, almost tender growl. âBecause Iâm not letting you go, angel. Not now, not ever.â His words were a vow, a promise that wrapped around her as tightly as his arms did. And as he continued to move inside her, his pace unyielding, Y/N felt a strange sense of comfort in his possessiveness. It wasnât just about control or dominanceâit was about belonging. In his arms, under his touch, she felt wanted, needed, cherished in a way she never had before. The world outside might be cruel and unforgiving, but here, with him, she was safe. She was his, and he was hers, and nothing else mattered.
As the pleasure built to a crescendo, Y/Nâs cries grew louder, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge. Jasonâs hands moved to her hips, gripping her tightly as he drove into her with increasing urgency, his own release drawing near.
âCome for me, angel,â he growled, his voice rough and commanding. âI want to feel you fall apart.â
Her body trembled as she came undone, a creamy layer of her release coating the base of his cock, a sight that sent a surge of satisfaction through him. Jason wasnât far behind, his own climax hitting him with such force that it left him shaking. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath hot against her skin as he rode out the waves of his release, his grip on her tightening as if he never wanted to let go.
When the intensity finally subsided, they both lay there, their bodies still intertwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Jason pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder, his arms wrapping around her in a protective embrace. Y/Nâs body felt boneless, every muscle relaxed and humming with the lingering echoes of pleasure.
âYouâre incredible,â he said, his voice filled with awe and affection. âAbsolutely incredible.â Y/N smiled weakly, her body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. âYâknow, I regret not making you mine sooner,â Jason continued, holding her close, his arms wrapping around her like a shield.
âYou know you havenât even asked me yet,â Y/N reminded him, her voice soft but teasing.
âWhat is it that you want us to be, Y/N?â he asked, his tone earnest. âIâll be whatever you want me to be, as long as youâre mine. If you want a friend with benefits, a boyfriend, or even a husbandâit can all be arranged. Just say the word.â
âI like the second option for now. But you know,â she said, her voice light but laced with curiosity, âfor someone whoâs willing to marry me, you havenât even told me your name or shown me your face.â Her fingers trailing along his face, relying solely on touch to piece together his features. From what she could feel, he had a chiseled jawline, high cheekbones, and a straight nose. But one feature stood out more than the othersâa scar. It started under his left eye, trailing down to the bridge of his nose, with a jagged curve at the center that almost formed a malformed J.
Jason hesitated, his body tensing slightly. âI will, darling. Itâs not that I donât trust you. I justââ He paused, his voice faltering, the weight of his secrets pressing down on him. Y/N cut him off before he could finish, not wanting to make him feel worse. She hadnât meant it as a jab to hurt himâit was more of a lighthearted tease. She knew he had his own struggles, his own reasons for keeping parts of himself hidden, and she understood that.
âI know, donât worry,â she said softly, her hand resting on his cheek. âTake your time, Red. But I have a request.â
âAnything,â he said without hesitation.
âCan you tell me the first letter of your name?â she asked. She knew he wasnât ready to reveal his full name yet, but she hoped for something more personal than just âRed.â Jason paused, considering her request, then nodded. âGive me your palm.â She extended her hand toward him, and with his index finger, he traced the first letter of his name on her palm.
âYour name starts with a J?â she said, a small smile tugging at her lips. âThatâs nice because itâs a cool nickname on its own. Right, Jay?â
His heart leapt at the way she said itâsoft, playful, perfect. But there was also a pang of guilt. He hated that she had to settle for fragments of him, for pieces instead of the whole. Still, he couldnât help the warmth that spread through him at her acceptance, at the way she made even the smallest part of him feel special.
He leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, lingering kiss that left her breathless. When he finally pulled back, his voice was low, tinged with a hint of regret. âThatâs right, baby,â he murmured, his thumb brushing her cheek. âAnd one day, Iâll give you more. I promise.â
Her gaze drifted to the window, where the late evening sky was shrouded in dark clouds, a familiar sight in Gotham. Among the gloom, the Bat Signal shone brightly, cutting through the haze like a beacon. Her chest tightened as she stared at it, a knot of worry forming in her stomach. âDoes that mean you have to go?â she asked, her voice soft as she pointed toward the signal. She knew all too well the weight of his responsibilities to the city.
Jason followed her gaze, his expression softening as he looked back at her. âNo,â he said firmly, his hand reaching out to gently turn her face back toward him. âI asked Star and Arsenal to cover for me tonight. Tonight, Iâm not Red Hood. Tonight, Iâm just yours.â
Her eyes widened slightly, a mix of surprise and relief washing over her. âReally?â she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. âReally,â he confirmed, his lips curving into a small, tender smile. âTonight, I just want to spend my time with my precious girl.â
Her heart swelled at his words, the tension in her chest easing as she leaned into him. For once, the city could wait. Tonight, he was hers, and that was all that mattered.
The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Y/N stirred awake, her hand instinctively reaching out for Jason, only to find the other side of the bed empty. Her heart sank, a pang of panic tightening her chest as she sat up, clutching the sheets to her.
He left. The thought hit her like a punch to the gut. After everything theyâd shared, after the way heâd held her like she was the most precious thing in the world, heâd just⌠left. Her mind raced, doubts creeping in. Had she been too much? Had he regretted it? She swallowed hard, trying to push down the lump forming in her throat.
But then, a faint aroma wafted into the roomâsomething savory, something warm. Her nose twitched, and she froze, listening. The sound of faint clattering came from the kitchen, followed by the low hum of someone moving around. Her heart leapt, hope flickering back to life.
Before she could overthink it, the bedroom door creaked open, and there he wasâRed, rather, Jay standing in the doorway with a tray in his hands. On it was a plate of perfectly cooked eggs, toast, and a steaming cup of coffee. His hair was slightly messy, and he was wearing nothing but his mask and the same pair of pants as yesterday that slung low on his hips. The sight of him, so casual and domestic, made her breath catch.
âMorning, angel,â he said, his voice soft but laced with that familiar roughness. âThought you might be hungry.â Y/N stared at him, her emotions swirlingârelief, joy, and a hint of embarrassment for jumping to conclusions. âYou⌠you didnât leave,â she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
He tilted his head in confusion as he stepped closer, setting the tray down on the bedside table.
âLeave?â he repeated, his tone incredulous. âWhy the hell would I leave?â He sat down on the edge of the bed, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. âYou thought Iâd just take off after last night?â
She looked down, her cheeks flushing. âI woke up, and you werenât here, and I just⌠I thought maybe you regretted it orââ
âHey,â he interrupted, his voice firm but gentle as he tilted her chin up to meet his gaze. âListen to me. I donât regret a damn thing. Not last night, not you, not us. I just wanted to make you breakfast. Thatâs all.â
Her eyes searched him, looking for any hint of doubt, but all she found was sincerityâand something deeper, something that made her heart skip a beat. âReally?â she asked, her voice small.
âReally,â he said, his thumb brushing her cheek. âYouâre stuck with me, Y/N. Whether you like it or not.â A smile broke across her face, the tension in her chest melting away. âI like it,â she admitted, her voice soft but sure.
Jason reached out and patted her head, the simple gesture making her stomach flip. âGood,â he said, his tone warm but firm. âNow eat up. You spent a lot of energy yesterday. You need it.â
She laughed, the sound light and carefree, as she reached for the tray. âThat I do. God, Iâm starving. Howâd you know strawberry pancakes were my favorite?â she asked, her eyes lighting up as she took in the stack of fluffy pancakes topped with fresh strawberries.
Jason hesitated for a moment, his mind flashing back to a memory from years agoâback when they were kids, and sheâd mentioned it in passing. But he couldnât admit that. Not yet. Instead, he shrugged, his tone casual. âItâs the only flavor of pancake mix Iâve seen in your pantry in months of knowing you.â
Y/N raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. âSo youâve been snooping in my pantry, huh?â
He smirked back, leaning against the headboard. âCall it reconnaissance. Gotta know what Iâm working with if Iâm gonna keep you fed.â
She laughed again, the sound filling the room with warmth, and took a bite of the pancakes. âWell, consider me impressed. These are amazing.â
Jason watched her eat, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips. For a moment, everything felt perfectâthe soft morning light, the easy banter, the way she looked at him like heâd hung the stars just for her. And for the first time in a long time, he felt like he was exactly where he was meant to be.
Jasonâs smile faded slightly as he glanced at the clock on the nightstand. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. âListen, angel,â he began, his voice tinged with regret, âIâve got some⌠business to take care of. Iâll be back as soon as I can, okay?â
Y/N looked up from her pancakes, her expression softening. âBusiness, huh?â she said, her tone teasing but understanding. âLet me guessâsomething involving a certain red helmet?â
He smirked, though there was a flicker of something darker in his tone. âSomething like that,â he said vaguely, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her forehead through his mask. âDonât wait up. Iâll be back before you know it.â
She nodded, though a shadow of worry flickered in her eyes. âBe careful, Jay.â
âAlways,â he replied, his voice steady as he grabbed his jacket and helmet from the chair by the door. With one last lingering glance at her, he got dressed and slipped out, the door closing softly behind him.
The warehouse was a tomb of shadows, its high ceilings swallowed by darkness and its walls stained with the grime of decades. The air was heavy with the stench of blood and sweat, the only sound the faint drip of crimson hitting the cracked concrete floor. A single flickering bulb hung from the ceiling, casting jagged shadows that danced like specters across the walls.
In the center of the room, Jason stood like a wraith, his red helmet gleaming under the sickly light. The man tied to the chair in front of him was barely recognizableâhis face a grotesque mask of bruises and blood, his body trembling as he struggled against the ropes that bound him. His breaths came in ragged, wet gasps, each one a desperate plea for mercy that would never come.
Jason tilted his head, the movement unnervingly mechanical, as he circled the chair like a predator sizing up its prey. The man flinched with every step, his swollen eyes darting wildly, trying to follow Jasonâs movements.
âYou know,â Jason began, his voice low and distorted by the helmetâs modulator, âIâve been looking forward to this. Youâve been on my mind ever since for a long long time.â He stopped in front of the man, leaning down so their faces were inches apart. âStealing money from your own daughter and then coming back to hurt her ? No wonder not even Black Mask wanted you as one of his petty thugs.â
The man choked out a sob, his words slurred and broken. âI-I didnât know⌠I didnât know she was yours! I swear, I didnât know!â
Jason straightened, his laugh a cold, hollow sound that echoed through the warehouse. âMine? Now that's one thing you've said right. She's mine and you hurt her. Even as my future father-in-law, it's not something I can let go you know. She doesn't want to see you anymore you know.â His voice dropped to a whisper, venomous and deadly. âSo you should disappear.â
He reached into his belt and pulled out a knife, the blade catching the light as he turned it over in his hand. The manâs eyes widened in terror, his breathing quickening as he struggled against the ropes. âP-please⌠Iâm sorry! Iâll never go near her again, I swear! Just let me go!â
Jason tilted his head again, the motion almost playful, but there was nothing playful about the way he stepped closer, the knife glinting in his hand. âSorry?â he repeated, his tone mocking. âYou think sorry fixes this? You think you can just say a magic word and make it all go away?â He leaned in, his voice dropping to a menacing growl. âThis isnât about forgiveness. This is about consequences.â
The man screamed as Jason brought the knife down, the blade slicing through flesh with surgical precision. Blood pooled on the floor, the metallic scent filling the air as Jason worked methodically, his movements calm and deliberate. He didnât rush. He didnât lose control. This wasnât rageâit was calculation. Every cut, every slice, was a message. A reminder.
âYou see,â Jason said, his voice eerily calm as he wiped the blade on the manâs shirt, âI donât just kill people. I make sure they understand why theyâre dying. And you?â He leaned in close again, his voice a whisper. âYouâre dying because you thought you could hurt her and walk away. But hereâs the thing about meâI donât let things go.â
âOh, and since youâre about to die,â Jason added, his tone almost casual, âIâll let you know who killed you.â He pressed the back of his helmet, and it opened with a hiss, revealing his face. He looked directly at the man, the one heâd hated for so, so long.
âDo you remember who I am?â he asked, his voice cold and steady, his green eyes locking onto the manâs terrified gaze.
It was just another one of those days when Jason didnât feel like going home. Instead, he found himself lounging in his second homeâY/Nâs houseâflipping through one of the library books sheâd borrowed. The quiet comfort of her room was a refuge, a place where he could breathe without the weight of his own life pressing down on him.
The door creaked open, and Y/N slipped inside, closing it softly behind her. âJase, come here,â she said, her voice low but excited, her eyes sparkling with a secret she couldnât wait to share. Jasonâs curiosity was instantly piqued, especially when he noticed the small box clutched in her hands.
âWhat is it?â he asked, setting the book aside and sitting up.
Y/Nâs smile was radiant as she opened the box, revealing a neat stack of dollar bills. âI finally saved up enough to get that pink flip phone I told you about!â she announced, her voice bubbling with pride.
Jasonâs eyes lit up. âReally? Thatâs amazing! Once you have a phone, I can call you from my momâs!â he exclaimed, his excitement matching hers. The two of them broke into an impromptu celebratory dance, their laughter filling the room. For a moment, everything was perfect.
But the moment shattered as the front door slammed open, the sound echoing through the house like a gunshot. Y/Nâs face fell, her joy evaporating in an instant. Her father was home.
Jason had heard enough stories to know what that meant. Y/Nâs father was a cruel, useless manâa gambler, a drunk, and a bully who took his frustrations out on his wife and daughter. He didnât contribute a dime to the household; instead, he drained what little they had. And when he was in one of his moods, no one was safe.
âJason, get under the bed,â Y/N whispered urgently, her voice trembling. âDo notâand I mean do notâcome out. Okay?â Before Jason could protest, she shoved the box of money into his hands and pushed him toward the bed. He scrambled underneath, his heart pounding as he watched Y/Nâs feet shuffle nervously on the floor above him.
The door to her room burst open, slamming against the wall with a force that made Jason flinch. Y/Nâs mother was clinging to her husband, her voice pleading. âI already gave you everything I have! Sheâs just a kidâshe has nothing, I swear!â
âA kid with a job,â her father snarled, his voice dripping with venom. âDo you think Iâm so stupid I wouldnât know?â
There was a sickening crack as he backhanded Y/Nâs mother, sending her stumbling into the room. She collapsed near Y/N, who immediately dropped to her knees beside her. âMom!â Y/N cried, her voice breaking as she tried to shield her mother. Y/Nâs father loomed over them, his face twisted with rage. âWhat do you want?â Y/N demanded, her voice shaking but defiant as she glared up at him, her eyes burning with hatred.
âYou ungrateful brat!â he roared, his hand raised to strike again. âHow dare you talk back to me?â
Under the bed, Jason clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white, his chest constricted with a mix of rage and helplessness. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to burst out, to shield Y/N and her mother from the monster towering over them. But he couldnât. Not yet. All he could do was lie there, frozen, as the sounds of their suffering filled the room. Each cry, each plea, etched itself into his mind.
âYou think you can hide money from me?â her father snarled, his voice booming like thunder. âWhere is it? Whereâs the money youâve been saving, you little thief?â
âI donât have any money!â Y/N shot back, her voice trembling but defiant. âI swear, I donât!â
The sharp crack of a slap echoed through the room, followed by Y/Nâs cry of pain. Jasonâs stomach twisted, his breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps as he fought to stay silent. He could hear Y/Nâs mother pleading, her voice breaking as she tried to shield her daughter.
âPlease, stop! Sheâs just a child! Take whatever you want, just leave her alone!â
âShut up!â her father roared, his voice dripping with venom. There was another sickening thud as he shoved Y/Nâs mother aside, sending her crashing into the wall. âBoth of you are useless! Do you know how much Iâve sacrificed for this family? And this is how you repay me? By hiding money from me?â
Y/Nâs mother continued to beg, her voice desperate and broken, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Jason heard every slap, every kick, every cruel word that followed. His eyes burned with unshed tears, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. He could hear Y/Nâs quiet sobs, the sound cutting through him like a knife, tearing at his heart in a way heâd never felt before.
âNow,â her father sneered, his voice dripping with malice, âwill you give me the money, or do you want me to move onto the little brat youâre hiding under your bed?â He yanked Y/Nâs head up by her hair, forcing her to look at him. Despite her pain, Y/N grabbed his ankle, her voice trembling but desperate. âPlease, not him. Iâm begging you. Iâll give you everything. Just donât hurt him, please.â
She crawled to the side of her bed, her movements slow and pained, and extended her hand toward Jason, who lay under the bed clutching the box of money like his life depended on it. Jason shook his head vehemently, his eyes pleading with her not to give in. Heâd rather take the beatings himself than hand over the money sheâd worked so hard to save. But Y/N, her face streaked with tears, whispered a broken, âPlease,â and he had no choice but to relent.
She gave Jason a small, pained smile as she took the box from him and turned to her father. âThatâs all I have. Take it.â
Her father snatched the box, his lips curling into a cruel smirk. âAbout damn time,â he spat before storming out of the room, slamming the door behind him. The house fell into an uneasy silence, broken only by the soft cries of Y/N and her mother.
Jason waited a few moments, his ears straining for any sign that her father might return, before carefully sliding out from under the bed. Y/N was sitting on the floor, her arms wrapped around her knees, her face buried in her hands. Her mother was beside her, gently stroking her hair, her own face streaked with tears. Jason hesitated, unsure if he should intrude, but Y/N looked up and saw him, her eyes red and swollen.
âJaseâŚâ she whispered, her voice barely audible. He crossed the room in two strides, dropping to his knees beside her. âIâm here,â he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. âIâm here.â
Y/N leaned into him, her small frame shaking as she cried. Jason wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly, his own tears slipping down his cheeks. He didnât know what to say, didnât know how to make it better, so he just held her, letting her know she wasnât alone.
Her mother watched them, her expression a mix of sorrow and gratitude. âThank you, Jason,â she said quietly. âFor being there for her.â Jason nodded, his jaw tightening. He didnât trust himself to speak. All he could think about was how much he hated Y/Nâs father, how much he wanted to make him pay for what heâd done. But for now, all he could do was be there for her.
As the minutes passed, Y/Nâs sobs gradually quieted, and she pulled away from Jason, wiping her tear-streaked face with the back of her hand. âIâm sorry,â she mumbled, her voice hoarse and barely above a whisper. âI didnât want you to see that.â
âDonât apologize,â Jason said firmly, his hands gripping her shoulders as he looked her straight in the eyes. âYou didnât do anything wrong. Heâs the one who should be sorry. Not you. Never you.â
Y/N nodded, but her gaze was distant, as if her mind had drifted somewhere far away, somewhere safer. Jasonâs chest ached at the sight. He wanted to protect her, to shield her from all the pain in the world, but he knew he couldnât. Not yet. After all, what could a child do against a grown man like him? The thought burned in his chest, a bitter reminder of his own helplessness.
âOne day,â he said, his voice low but fierce, filled with a determination that belied his age, âIâll grow up into a big, strong man, and Iâm gonna make sure no one can ever hurt you again. I promise.â
Y/N looked at him, her eyes searching his, and for the first time that night, a small, fragile smile tugged at her lips. It wasnât much, but it was enough. âI know you will, Jase,â she said softly, her voice carrying a quiet faith that made his heart swell. âI know.â
And in that moment, Jason made a silent vow. No matter what it took, no matter how far he had to go, he would keep that promise. For her, heâd do anything. For her, heâd become someone strong enough to stand between her and the world. For her, heâd make sure she never had to cry like this again.
The manâs bloodshot eyes widened as he stared at Jasonâs face. The bruises and scars couldnât hide the boy he once knewâthe boy who had cowered under the bed, powerless to stop him. âYouâŚâ he croaked, his voice trembling with disbelief. âYouâre that kid⌠the one who Y/N used to bring homeâŚâ
Jasonâs lips curled into a cold, humorless smile. âThatâs right,â he said, his voice low and dangerous. âIâm the kid you thought you could push around. The kid you thought would never fight back.â He leaned in closer, his green eyes blazing with fury. âBut guess what? Iâm not a kid anymore.â
The manâs face paled, his body trembling as the realization sank in. âP-please⌠I didnât know⌠I didnât know it was youâŚâ
âYou didnât know a lot of things,â Jason said, his voice icy. âBut youâre about to learn one last lesson.â
The manâs screams turned to gurgles, his body slumping in the chair as blood poured from his wounds. And as the life drained from his eyes, Jason stood, his chest heaving, his hands stained with blood. He looked down at the man who had caused so much pain, the man who had haunted his memories for years, and felt no remorse. Only cold detached satisfaction.
He pressed the back of his helmet, and it closed with a hiss, sealing away his face once more. âRest in hell,â he muttered, turning on his heel and walking away. The warehouse fell silent, the only sound the faint drip of blood hitting the floor.
Jason had kept his promise. And he would keep it for the rest of his life. For her. Always for her.

a/n: Got sidetracked with several new projects but we made it gang (Even though it's almost a year late). So yay me and suck on that ADHD and College. Comment to be added into the tag list and Iâm taking some requests for Part IVâs smut and suggestions for plot points since I'm running low on brain juice.
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pretty little psycho!
yandere!mc x canon!ronin
warnings: swearing, canon typical violence & gore, ronin being ronin, suggestive ish, dirty talk ish
thank you to the people of the roserot discord for the help, writers block is a bitch even if youâre hyperfixating đđ
1366 words :)
fuck Y/N was tired. tired of people getting in their way, tired of girls trying to take him from them. However, they didnât mind the blood, after all, red was his color; and god did he wear it well. Every kill reminded Y/N of Ronin, his voice, his face, the way his tongue piercing would flick out when he licked his lips. Fuck, it was hot. He was hot. But what they didnât like was when heâd talk about some other girl heâd see in his favorite coffee shop, or on the streets.
âHe shouldnât love other girls, he should love MEâ Y/N would think. They were what some would call obsessed, others psychoticâŚand in a way, she was both. The word âYandereâ would come up, and it aligned with her.
âsomeone who displays an obsessive and possessive love for their love interest, sometimes resorting to violence or other extreme behaviors to maintain control or prevent them from being with anyone elseâ
sounds about right, doesnât it?
Valentineâs day was coming up, meaning Y/N had to get Ronin a gift.
Ding!
1 notification from goreboy
goreboy 11:04PM
hey, Wyd darlinâ
y/un 11:06PM
thinking about you?
goreboy 11:09PM
awe, Such a Flatterer, ainât Ya?
well Donât get too Caught up, princess. Ya might just Miss me Too much
ââââââââââââââââââââ
They had an idea. One he should LOVE
Whatâs more romantic than carving into the heart of one of the girls he talked about, and then gifting it to him! They did save one for a special occasion after all. The heart of this bitch named Lauren, some girl at the coffee shop he frequented.
They took it from their freezer, they put it in a tupperware container, of course. Canât have her meats getting mixed with the blood and yucky stuff. They then grabbed a small tool and etched âY/N + R â¤ď¸â into the right ventricle, then etched more tiny hearts around it. Cute, right?
They then spray painted a box they had in bright red, and drew a little note saying âTo Roninâ in their neat handwriting. They put the freezer box in the box, obviously didnât want him to smell the organ smell if it began to rotâŚthey had respect.
Their next idea was to leave the box in his Purgatory, aka his favorite alley, and watch his reaction. If it was good, maybe theyâd pop out and kiss him, or something.
Ding!
2 messages from goreboy
goreboy 11:49PM
well Well well, leaving Me without A response?
how Very unlike YouâŚ
y/un 11:52PM
im a busy person, ronin.
you seem desperate for my attention.
goreboy 11:55PM
heh, Youâre cute.
bet You wish I was x
y/un 11:58PM
maybe I do.
btw, if you plan on staying upâŚi might be dropping a little gift off for you in purgatory
how about it? early vday present for my fav crowbar killing serial?
goreboy 00:02AM
as long As you Plan on getting Me something on the Actual day
but Iâll gladly Take a gift from you Anyday, sweetheart.
y/un 00:05AM
well, good news. I just dropped it. corner under the bench.
goreboy 00:08AM
and You donât plan on Gracing me with your presence?
just when I thought id Get to see you
gotta Keep a man On his toes, i Get it
y/un 00:11AM
maybe i do, guess youâll have to find out ;)
Y/N then put their phone away, sitting by the bushes, hiding away from him. She heard footsteps, and recognized the red hair instantly. He arrived quickly, showed he was somewhat eager, or curious. Y/N watched as he looked around; was it for them? or was it for any cops. Probably both. He grabbed the box, sitting down on the bench.
âTo Ronin.â He read, his voice soft enough to hear from their distance, but not super loud.
He opened the box, seeing the box inside. He was confused for a moment, then he opened it and gasped slightly.
âShiiiit. Fuck, Y/N youâre crazy.â He spoke softly, his thumb running over the carving of their initials.
âGod. What a pretty little psycho that one isâŚâ
He chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. He put it back in the box, sealing it away like the best gift heâs ever had.
âThey did say theyâd rip the aorta out.â He sighed.
âGod theyâre fucking crazy, but I love it.â He mumbled.
This was it, the moment to pop out.
âYeah? You think so?â
Ronin jumped slightly, grabbing his crowbar, but then relaxed. âJesus Christ, Y/NâŚyou fucking scared me. Thought you were a cop or somethinââ
âMe? A cop? You wound me, baby.â They walked over to him, this lovesick look in their eyes.
âWell. Ya never know, do you?â
They just chuckled, walking close, their hand crawling up his chest. âDid ya like my gift? You wanted me to cut the aorta outâŚbut I wanted to give you a heart for valentinesâŚto represent me giving my heart to youâŚâ
âWell wellâŚguess someoneâs got the hots for me after allâŚâ He teased, his hands going up to their waist. âAnd let the devil strike me down if I said I didnât love itâŚsweetheart.â
He then put his crowbar down with the box, pinning you against the wall of the alleyway. âIt was hot, honestly. The thought of youâŚmy little writer darlingâŚcarving someone up for me? GoddamnâŚthe thoughts it puts in my head.â He groaned softly, then his hand went to the back of Y/Nâs head, holding that hair.
âHave you done anything else for meâŚhm? Donât think I havenât noticed the fact that every girl or guy iâve had hit on me has justâŚmiraculously disappearedâŚdid you? Cmon baby, itâs me. Iâm smarter than that.â He chuckled, his finger tracing their jaw before forcing them to look at him.
âyou killed them, didnât you?â
Y/N just nodded, looking up to him with those eyes that just begged. They werenât sure what you were begging for, but you were.
âsay it for me baby. say âI killed them for you, Ronin.â Yeah?â He spoke sharply, almost ordering them to.
âI did it. I killed them. I cut em upâŚbashed their brains outâŚcut the guyâs dicks offâŚall for you!â They spoke, completely enamored, completely in their head.
âMy oh myâŚwhat a vicious animal you are, darlinâŚwhat have I made you intoâŚiâve corrupted the pretty little writer into an obsessed monster.â He chuckled, his hand gripping their waist tight.
âBut fuck me, itâs hot. The idea of me corrupting youâŚthe devil turning the perfect angel into a fallen one like he once wasâŚgod Y/N itâs a beautiful thought.â
He spoke softly, his voice taking a lulling tone as he leaned in, whispering the words in their ear like the softest, yet sexiest melody.
âItâs poetic, no?â He then moved out, his gaze flicking to their lips. He leaned in, their lips grazing for a moment. Y/N yearned for it, they moved in, but when Ronin moved out, denying them that touchâŚit drove them even crazier.
âAh ah, not yet darlin, not yet.â He spoke, bringing his finger to their lips, and then they placed a gentle kiss on his fingertip.
âBlood.â They commented.
âCorrect. I had just done a killing when you texted. See how Iâd just drop it all for youâŚ?â
âMmm.â
âCâmere darlin.â He mumbled against their lips, finally connecting them for a mere moment. âDancinâ with the devil, look at youâŚâ He chuckled, then going to kiss them for real. Their lips connected, a soft moan escaping Y/Ns lips at the initial contact. It only got more heated as the kiss lasted longer; Y/N pressed against the wall, his hands gripping their waist for dear life, the metal of his tongue piercing cooling their lipsâŚthe tangy, metallic taste of blood on his lips, it was all deranged, yet poetic.
The love they had was messed up on so many levels, but thatâs how it was around these parts, when a crime writer meets a serial killer, falls in love, then becomes a killer? Itâs like Harley Quinn and the Joker in their own twistâŚand Y/N would be the queen to his king any day.
#booklr#fanfiction#killer chat#killerchat#ronin beaufort#killer chat ronin#ronin x reader#yandere#yandere reader#canon typical violence#slightly suggestive#cw: gore#roserot
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Scenarios/headcanons about how Brett Hand feels safe with her!
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Stay With Me, I Donât Want You to Leave â.á




a/n â Sometimes I donât proofread my fics because the thought of reading my own writing back makes me want to die! WHYâS IT ALWAYS SOUND SO BAD??
warnings â Just fluff, like one sex joke, gender neutral reader, hurt/comfort.
summary â Scenarios/headcanons about how Brett Hand feels safe with you

â.á Brett is already desperate for everyone elseâs validation, so this would definitely be enhanced with his significant other.
â.á He would live to please you, so you need to be able to keep it real with him. Ground him, while still showing him love.
â.á He has so much crippling self doubt, daily affirmations from you would be very helpful.
â.á Telling him how cute he looks while you straighten his tie in the morning, and at the end of the day always finding something to compliment him about.
âI think you handled that situation earlier really well, by the way,â You looked out the car window. Brett seemed especially anxious, judging from the natural frown on his face and his deadly grip on the steering wheel. âReally?â He asked.
âYeah, I never know what to do when Reagan looses one of her science-y tools. Girls already uptight, but when she canât get her work done. Woofââ Your tone was light, he always felt more comfortable that way.
He smiled, looking up, âYeah, she really hates inconveniences. Thatâs why I always carry an extra crowbar on my person â it is very uncomfortable under a suit jacket!â
âWell, thatâs really considerate, baby.â His grip finally loosened, shoulders resting. âThanks,â his smile was soft.
â.á You giving your full attention to him any time would also make him feel very safe and loved.
â.á People obviously acknowledge him, but when your attention is payed in full it makes him feel so appreciated. (Also given his childhood).
â.á Having an understanding of his body language is also very important, because if heâs upset chances are we wonât tell because he doesnât wanna ruin your mood.
â.á So if his acting off, take his hand in yours, caress his knuckles, and subtly ask about what would help.
Ex. âDo you need anything?â âWe donât have to do anything later. I think thereâs a Friends marathon on later, howâs that sound?â
Watch him kinda loosen up and look at you with such appreciation. âYeah, yeah. That sounds good,â heâs almost sigh with relief.
â.á He doesnât feel like anything is expected of him in your relationship, he can just exist and be himself without having to put on a show.
( I could see him talking to Reagan about you, âThey actually like watching old 80s movies with meâ Have you ever met anyone willing to sit through a Van Dam movie? I only know two people: me and them! MAN, those movies suck.
âAnd the sex - its great! For like 15 years, I thought my only kink was fufilling other peoples kinks, turns out thereâs SO much more to me, Reagan!â )
â.á Brett really feels seen around you, like you actually make him feel cared about. And that is such a big part in his feeling safe with you.

a/n â btw, Reagan fic coming hopefully tonight. After that I wanna do something with Gigi, peg Brett, and then probably a Stanley Pines fic?

#inside job x you#inside job brett x reader#inside job x reader#brett hand x you#brett hand x reader#inside job#x reader#fluff x reader#brett hand
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