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bloggerspam · 26 days ago

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"You can fix your own god damn bike, what happened to feminism?"

Jay's voice grumbles from deeper into the garage. Val tilts her head, wondering who her boss is talking to at such a late time. It sounds like someone came to visit whilst Val was changing to go back home. It couldn't be Danny—Jay's voice always goes soft and low-like, Val's gagged about it enough times to tell.

"Okay first of all, I'm not asking you to fix my bike because you're a man." A feminine voice responds, the snark of it palpable and dripping, "Second of all, just because I can doesn't mean I want to."

Val snorts, reminded of Tucker and how he always gets her or Danny to fix up his old relic of a truck. She tucks away her coverall into the laundry basket and makes sure all her stuff is in the right place.

"So you decide to foist your problems onto me?" Jay snarks back, but she can hear the clatter of tools and a wrench somewhere, so he's not fooling anyone. Val decides to step in and make her presence known, considering it seems rude to continue to eavesdrop.

"Duh. It's like, literally your job. Plus, I'm too cute to do my own car work." Val picks her way through the cars left overnight to go deeper into what they lovingly call the Cavern to see her boss leaning into the open hood of a Mr. H's old Mustang, sitting on the hood of Mrs. Saldeno's Honda Civic is a girl.

A very pretty girl. Who has the snickering smile of a fox with its paw on a well caught mouse, blonde hair tied up in a high ponytail that falls in rivulets over her shoulder like a particularly shiny waterfall. It only serves to highlight her pale skin, the delicate nape of her. She's wearing an oversized off the shoulder purple cable knit sweater, sweater paws prime and prominent.

The thick black leggings with yellow accents riding the side of her toned thighs showcase her long long legs, and suddenly Val is very aware just how bisexual she really is.

"Yeah, and are you gonna pay me?" Jay scoffs, jabbing a wrench at possibly the prettiest girl Val's ever seen in her entire life. Even when she smirks, she's god damn pretty.

"Not on your life." The prettiest girl whose eyes suddenly shoot to her, smirk going soft and welcoming and fuck. Val's only a girl. She coughs, gets her most apologetic smile on.

"Hey, bossman. Uh. Sorry to interrupt. Just didn't wanna…" Val trails off, unsure how to say eavesdrop without actually saying it.

Jay waves her off, but before he can say anything the blonde girl interrupts him with a voice like velvet, "And who is this lovely lady?"

Val feels her face heat when the other girl looks her up and down, lingering on certain places she can't really tell. She realizes then that she must look like a right mess, with her hastily pulled over burnt orange hoodie, braids free and swinging all over the place. Even her baggy jeans with more rips than actual fabric—something she's gonna hate on the ride home—probably paint a messy picture.

"Hey, I'm Val. One of the mechanics here." Val musters up a smile, trying to calm her racing heart.

"I'm Steph. This one's sort of sister." Steph jabs a thumb towards Jay before adjusting herself and drawing Val's eyes down to where she uncrosses and recrosses her, and she cannot stress this enough, long legs. Val immediately makes herself bring her gaze back up, watching as the other girl gets a glint to her eye as she brings up a hand to tap delicately on the apple of her right cheek. "And that probably explains it. You got a little…"

Val jolts, mortified. She grabs the hem of her hoodie to wipe at her cheek, trying to get the heat of it to die down. In her haste she pulls up her tanktop too, but she focuses on the task at hand, endlessly thankful her dark skin doesn't show her blushing. What must Steph think, with Val looking like she just rolled around in a puddle of oil and grease?

"Thanks." Val mumbles, wondering when she can make time to visit the cliffs off the edge of Gotham, and how quickly she can yeet herself off them.

Steph hums, and the silence is almost unbearable. When Val is reasonably sure she's gotten everything she smooths out her hoodie and the tank top underneath, but the blush doesn't die down. The other girl keeps looking and not saying anything. Are there more grease stains? There's no mirror, and there's no way Val will ever get them all off—she's a grease monkey, they're like freckles. She scratches the back of her neck and tries to breathe slowly under the other girl's scrutiny.

"Danny picking you up today too?" Jay asks, rolling his eyes at Steph for some reason.

Who does he think he's kidding? She can see how he sort of leans over to check himself if Danny has already arrived to pick her up yet. She feels a smirk threatening to creep onto her face, infinitely pleased.

Danny's picked her up twice by now, today being the third, and both times Val's drawn it out. Though, it was hardly necessary with the way both of them seemed to find each other just fine, Danny arriving early or Jay conveniently taking a break right as Val's about to get off shift.

Steph peers at Jay, pretty manicured brows scrunching up cutely in confusion before the blonde's gaze turns sharply to her. Val wants to immediately run away from her lesbian cowardice, but pretty girls will not distract Val from the real goal here.

"Yep." Val says, popping the p and giving up on holding back her smirk. She crosses her arms and pops her hip. "Why? Wanna say hi?"

Jay slants her a look, before shrugging. "Maybe."

That answer pleases Val to no end, and she decides that that kind of behavior should be rewarded. "He might wanna say hi too."

Jay's nose gets red, cheeks a little blotchy, as a pleased smile escaping out before Steph leans over to see, causing him to go back to neutral.

Steph squeals, a cute little thing, "Are you smiling? About a boy??"

Jay's face gets even redder, if that's possible, and Val can't help but guffaw. Sort of sister indeed.

Only, that seems to catch Steph's attention, and now suddenly Val feels like prey. Steph smoothly slides off the hood, striding towards Val and getting all up in her space. Val isn't complaining, but there's only so much pretty she can take. Paulina and Star, at least, had the decency to be straight and taken. Steph is an anomaly, and that's probably why even though Val is stockier and thicker than the other girl is, she's compelled to take three steps back each time Steph closes in on her.

Eventually, she bumps into a worktable with the other girl inches away, looming over her. Val can't remember what she had for lunch. Was there garlic in it? Oh Gods.

Naturally, Val just. Stops breathing entirely. Can't have stinky breath if there's no breathing. Genius.

"Tell me everything." Steph demands with a wild smile and a glint to her eyes.

"What?" Val manages, turning away so she's not breathing out possible garlic breath.

"About this Danny guy, he's here to pick you up right? If he can make Jason smile like that—"

"Steph, lay off my employee." Jay interrupts, lifting the blonde by the scruff of her sweater, revealing a little peek of skin as it rides up. Val immediately slips out to get some space.

To breathe, to think, to be less fucking gay.

Only one of those things is successful, and she tries to take deep breaths as subtly as possible as the pseudo siblings begin to bicker and tussle with each other.

Thankfully, a familiar low rumble echoes through the garage, Val straightening up and swiftly walking towards the entrance.

"You're late!" She doesn't go far, even if she wants to run away to lick her wounds so she doesn't lick someone else, because the whole point of Danny picking her up is so Jay can see him. She's only got one more shift before the week is over, and whilst there's no deadline, picking up Val from work is the only way they've agreed on getting Jay and Danny to meet naturally.

"Blame Gotham!" Danny yells back, helmet hooked into his fingers and unbuttoning some of his motorcycle jacket. He paints a pretty picture, and it makes Val inordinately mad about it.

She crosses her arms and lifts an eyebrow. "What did Gotham do now?"

"Make me glad these ain't my monkeys." Danny answers, smiling that rakish smile he does when he's exploiting a loophole.

Val looks at him, noticing the subtle tension that's laced through his deceptively relaxed posture. Must have been another rogue, must have triggered some of that pesky misguided responsibility he drags around with him.

"Glad this ain't my circus, for sure." Val finally settles on, striding over to place a heavy hand on Danny's shoulder.

His grin gets a little softer then, thankful. "But you live here now Val! And you're a clown so—"

Val punches that same shoulder she was just comforting with a heft she knows Danny can tank. Doesn't mean she isn't pissed when he doesn't even bother to pretend to flinch, only grabs at his own shoulder dramatically and swaying back.

"Hey now, careful with the merchandise!" Danny faux-whines, ducking under her next swing and looping an arm around her waist to lift her over his shoulder and clamp down on her legs, "Someone call Red Hood! Or Nightwing—Spoiler, Blackbat—anybody!"

There's a noise behind them, a sort of squeak and a scoff, but Val ignores it to tip forward and punch Danny in the back so that she flip over him when he lets her go with an oof!

"Yeah, yeah, vigilantes everywhere!" Val grumbles, landing neatly and kicking out a leg to sweep under Danny, "Back in my day, we had to deal with things on our own."

Danny jumps over her leg almost daintily, but Val pushes up to grab around his waist and suplex him before he can twist around to face her. Danny swings his legs up with a speed that definitely isn't human to off balance her, his hands bracing against the ground as he mirrors her flip to get himself right side up again.

"Do you think," Danny wonders idly, as if he isn't ducking under her kick and grabbing her foot to swing her towards the wall, "that with so many vigi's around, they get into fights with each other?"

"They must," Val pants out, damn Danny and his stupid halfa stamina, twisting to brace herself against the wall she's been flung at and sliding to crouch on top of the table there, "I mean, there were only two of em in Amity and they fought like cats and dogs." Val grins sharp, kicking off and diving towards Danny. She ends up headbutting him in the gut, and they go tumbling down.

"And I wonder whose fault that is." Danny mumbles with punched out breath. Val's got hair in her mouth so she rolls up and stomps on Danny's shoulder to waylay him for a couple seconds as she puts her hair up and out of the way.

"Phantom's, obviously." Val jumps back from Danny's high kick from the ground, watching him as he turns it into a roll so he can stand back up, "It's his fault Huntress got in the game in the first place."

"That wasn't even his fault! It was Cujo's!" Danny protests, and even if it's true Cujo is definitely Danny's dog, "And he didn't even mean it." It's an age old argument.

"Potayto, Potahto." Val mutters, spinning to avoid Danny's reaching arm. She grabs his jacket to try and swing him away from the cars parked in garage, but Danny's doing the same so they over-correct. His jacket, though in tact, somehow gets torn half-off him, and he flings the thing off when he manages to find his footing.

"You can't potayto potahto, that's like saying both alive and dead!" Danny snarks, lunging for her again.

Val, who had groaned at the stupid inside joke, wasn't prepared and they go tumbling down again. They roll around like that, Danny's shirt somehow getting torn and showing a lot of skin.

"Do you think we should stop them?" Jay's voice filters in, as Val from kicks Danny in the side.

"Do you think they'd let us?" Steph's voice is like ice water, and Val finally realizes that Danny has frozen on top of her, probably at the sound of Jay's voice.

There's a beat of silence where Val lays there, panting, with Danny on his knees just above her, only slightly out of breath. Bastard. Val stares resolutely up at the ceiling, trying to temper the mortification. Danny and Val are usually always like this, but it's the first time it's happened in Gotham, around people who weren't used to it.

Danny, of course, recovers first.

"Sorry." Danny's voice draws her gaze to the hand being offered to her and she sheepishly takes the help to avoid looking at her boss for just a few more seconds, "Val and I uh. This is how we bond."

"Sorry, bossman." Val finally musters up the energy to look at her boss only to see that he's not looking at her at all.

He's looking at Danny, all of him, up and down and licking his lips. A glance at Danny shows her old friend looking alarmingly red and shy as he adjusts his torn shirt to cover up as much as he can. Val tries to feel bad about it, but really, it's not that bad.

She reaches over to tug a little forcefully, and voila! It's now a sightly long and ragged crop top. Convenient.

"Don't worry about it." Jay finally says, after Steph elbows him in the side, "It was a good show."

Gods, Val hopes Jay is a bad bitch who gets what he wants. Clockwork knows Danny won't ever make the first move, so Jay's gotta be the one to do it. Sooner, rather than later, for the love of all that is good in the world, please.

There's a loaded moment where Val really thinks Jay might be ballsy enough to ask Danny out right then and there, but in tune with the theme of the day Steph surprises her.

"It really was." The other girl purrs, looking impressed, "Tempted to spar with you myself." She looks at Val like she wants to pounce, pick her apart.

Part of Val puffs up at that, pleased to be impressive, and the other part wants to possibly let Steph pick a fight, if only to get the other girl's hands all over her. Steph probably packs quite the punch—Val sees the muscles she's packing in those long legs of hers. Won't stop Val from imagining though.

The universe must either really like Val, or hate her, because at that moment her phone starts ringing obnoxiously loud like a klaxon to break her out of her dirty thoughts. She and Danny share a look of sheer horror.

"Sam." The both intone, as if imminent doom is upon them. Sam never calls. She usually makes Tucker do it, unless she's mad.

"Sorry for everything," Val rushes out as Danny lunges towards his jacket, "But our friends are waiting seeyoulaterbye!"

"Wait—" Jay starts to say, but they don't, blinded by past incidents of being late and Sam's subsequent revenges.

It isn't until they're halfway back to the hotel that Val internally groans.

Sam would have forgiven them for being late if Danny got a date—she might not forgive Val for possibly ruining his chances, even a little bit.

She can't even make Danny take the brunt of Sam's ire for being slow about getting laid because he's not in on the plan.

Gods damn it all.

Mechanic!Val AU, but make it gay and sapphic.

ya'll can thank the HH discord for this one. Specifically the menace known as @clockwayswrites (and @impyssadobsessions for the art that inspired the damn thing)

Dead on Main and with some future Val/Steph >)

also @belfry-ghost did a doodle for this AU and everyone should go love on his art. Val's so unf.

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Val’s pretty sure her new boss Jay is actually a crime lord.

She’s pretty sure he’s The Crime Lord, actually. She’s like, 98% sure she works for Red Hood now, and she’s low key mad about it. She squints at the man now, with his white streak and almost imperceptible green sheen to his eyes.

The problem is that Val did perceive it. Because she used to date a guy whose baby blue eyes changed ever so slightly in the same way. Thinking about Danny makes her even madder.

To be clear, she’s not mad about Red Hood himself.

She’s just mad that, of all the mechanic shops in all of Crime Alley, she just had to work for her ex-boyfriend’s third place Hall Pass pick. It also makes her miss her friends way more, and Val is hardly what one would call a well-adjusted woman, so she’s mad about it.

She huffs as she lifts the hood of the second car she’s working on today. Being a mechanic wasn’t really on the docket for Val’s life goals, nor was being in Gotham, but she got a full ticket ride on Wayne Foundation scholarships, and honestly?

Gotham is Amity Park Lite: Gargoyles and Furries Edition.

Between a full ride to Gotham U and being stuck at Elmerton Community College? The choice was easy.

So here she is, working for the resident Crime Lord in his civvies.

Jay pays good, teaches her what she needs to know, and bonus: he sometimes helps with her English Literature class. He’s flexible on hours, and she’s even got rudimentary insurance.

All in All? It could be worse—she could still be working for Vlad, after all.

It's the little things.

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