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inthememetime · 2 years ago

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An AU in which a young adult Danny inherits a branch of FentonWorks located on Gotham, he does some work as a Ghost hunter, as Phantom, and as the illusive Ghost King.

Then one day he get an odd request; He, Daniel Fenton, is hired to protect the hero Phantom, himself, from the evil ghost king, also himself, at the request of the Justice League.

🤣 I fucking love you, anon. I would credit you if I could. I'm calling this: Fenton, King of the Scams

Due to length, I'm splitting this bad boi in two.

Danny got into the 'family business' mostly due to a lack of other options. Anywhere that would do blood or physical tests would spot he wasn't completely human pretty quick. But, despite working in FentonWorks, he gained a reputation both from ghosts and humans as an extremely fair arbitrator.

He won't destroy your property- unless absolutely necessary- but he WILL sit down with you and the ghost bothering you and figure it out. 90% of the time, the ghost just can't get to the GZ, or needs to talk to a friend/family member one last time. Sure, you're out $25/hour, but the problems are almost always solved without bloodshed.

He's even worked with Constantine a few times! Nobody knows why, but ghosts really seem to respect him. And the JL respects him as well.

News, however, moves slowly in some parts and quickly in others from one side of the veil to the other. The JL knows, now, the Ghost King is up and around permanently. (True)

They know that, historically, the GK is evil. (True- with Pariah. Most of the others were good. There's a reason the former kings kept their names, and Pariah's was changed to...well...Pariah)

And they know Pariah Dark hates mediums and living humans. (True!)

They do not, however, know that the Ghost King has changed; The King of the Damned, Lord of Screams is an unknown, although he does admit- having his Title reflect his ghostly wail means it's a little bit ominous.

Phantom, meanwhile, is known as a superhero- albeit a dead one. He works with the Bats, the JL, and YJL willingly.

No one has, as of yet, connected patient (albeit snarky), careful Danny Fenton with aggressive, often asshole-ish Phantom. Fewer still- outside of Amity Park- have connected Phantom to the Ghost King of the Damned. Or, more commonly in Amity Park- King Phantom.

Danny found this out on a normal Tuesday evening.

"Phantom!" Batman called, and the ghost stopped to hover nearby.

"Hey tall, dark, and furry! What's shakin'?"

Batman scowled. (Victory!) "Phantom, the Justice League has a long-term contract for you."

"Ooh! What is it?"

Batman handed him a folder. "Let me know tomorrow night- same time and place- if you can take it."

"You got it, bats! Good night, sleep tight, don't let the dead bugs bite!" He cackled as he flew away. "Dead bugs. Ooh that was a good one."

When he returned- not home, he knew there was a tracker (it had become somewhat of a game between him and the batfam. Loser bought BatBurgers)- he looked through it. And promptly laughed until he nearly cried.

The next day, he- as Fenton- went to the JL's Gotham station. "Hi, Leslie, I'd like to speak with- Batman probably isn't in yet. Constantine? Or someone involved on order 7 GH-1800B?"

The receptionist looked through- she couldn't see any details past level 2, but she could see who to direct him to for questions. "You're in luck, Danny! Batman, Constantine, Superman, Green Lantern, and Green Arrow are all on it. Superman's up top, just take the blue elevator and push the top floor button."

"Thanks!" It said something that he was here often enough to be friends with the staff. He'd never get over the beauty of space. Every time, as Fenton or Phantom, it took his breath away. The way the stars wheeled, the way he could hear them thanks to his obsession.

"Still beautiful, isn't it?" A voice asked. He jolted, then grinned apologetically at Superman.

"Sorry. I was supposed to be finding you, but- every time, it gets more beautiful."

He nodded. "I can understand that. How can I help you, Mr. Fenton?"

"Danny, please. I actually had some questions on this order protecting me from the Ghost King?"

"Sure. I know Phantom's not the most discrete hero," fair, but ouch, "but his power set is best able to combat ghosts."

"Oh, I know that- we worked together a lot, back in Illinois. I guess the question is- why from the Ghost King? The current one isn't bad. I'd say he's pretty good, myself."

Superman smiled a little pityingly. "I know you think the best of ghosts- and usually, you're right! But this guy- we've been looking at historical records, and he's a real piece of work."

"Oh, you mean Pariah Dark," he said, now understanding. Easy mistake.

"Exactly. So until we get a few ways to combat him, we'd like to keep our Ghost Expert safe and sound." An alarm blared before he could correct the Man of Steel. "I've got to go- just stay safe, ok, Danny?"

"But Pariah Dark is- aaand you're gone. Ok then."

Maybe it was time to come clean to the JL. Memories of being on a dissection table at a GIW base, turned in by someone he'd trusted, flooded him and he winced. Or he could make easy money protecting himself.

Yeah. That sounded good.

"Did you really have to drop the trackers in a pile of bat droppings at the zoo?"

"You found them! Hey, at least we know it works even if you're-"

"Phantom," he warned.

"In deep-"

"Don't."

"In deep shit."

Batman sighed heavily.

"I'll take it, by the way. I talked to Fenton, we worked together a lot, he's cool with it."

Batman rubbed his temples. "Thank you."

"Sure! Hey, can you even feel yourself through that material? Whoa, that came out wrong. I meant can you feel your head- oh, that's not better."

"Have a good night, Phantom."

"You too! Sorry for the innuendo! It'll probably happen again."

"At least you recognize that." Was that a smile? Double score!

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"So how's this look?"

"Good, but do we really want to summon the Ghost King?"

"That's the only way we'll find out if this works- it's been months. We need to know if the weapons we've altered with hurt him."

The summoning began. It was a long, tedious affair; generally, if one knew a spirit's title, they could do a summoning in just a few minutes. But something like this? Constantine and Zantana agreed, it was some of their best work. The King wouldn't be able to escape this, and more importantly, would be unable to attack them.

After nearly half an hour, the two magic users plopped on the ground, sweating and exhausted. "Is...something supposed to be happening?" Asked the Flash.

"It didn't work. HOW didn't it work?!"

Superman cleared his throat. "Would it still work if you had the wrong name?"

Slowly, both magic users turned to him. "Explain," the magician hissed, and Constantine pulled out a cigarette.

Superman cleared his throat. "Well. What if Pariah Dark isn't a title, but a name?"

Constantine closed his eyes. "Fuck this. Alright, Supes, what happened?"

"Well- Mr. Fen- ah, Danny came by to ask about the order of protection. He said the Ghost King was an okay guy, and then asked if I 'meant Pariah Dark'. So would that affect it?"

Constantine rose, left the room, and screamed. After a moment, he returned. "Somebody call Fenton, please. We need a nap."

"And a beer!"

"Two beers. Each."

"Oh, hey, Wonder Woman. How are you doing? Did your curator friend find another haunted artifact?"

"Well, thank you. And yourself?"

"Pretty good, thanks!"

She smiled. "Good. She does have a few leads, but nothing solid yet. I was wondering if you could tell me about a few ghosts?"

He nodded. "Sure, sure. Want something to drink?"

"Whatever you're having is fine," she replied easily, and sat on his creaky old couch.

He sat across from her and passed over a mug of hot cocoa. "So, who can I tell you about?"

"Let's start with Pariah Dark."

He made a curious noise. "You know, Supes asked me about him a few days ago, but ran off before I could say anything. Are you looking for his powers, history, or?"

"Is Pariah Dark a name or a title?" She asked.

"Bit of both. He became king a few thousand years ago, but was just the worst. When he was stopped the first time, ghosts stopped using his real name, and replaced anything with his name on it with Pariah. Dark was his real last name, though."

She frowned. "The first time? He is no longer the King?"

"About...eh, a thousand years ago, give or take a few centuries, the Ancients got together and sealed him to stop him from destroying the world. Nobody could win head-on, though, so he was king in name. Then, a few years back, he was released, and decided to do the whole destroy the world thing again," he said.

"But the current King didn't want the world to be destroyed, so he, Phantom, and other ghosts held him at bay long enough for him to challenge and win in single combat, then become king. Like I told Superman, though, he's a good guy."

"And do you know this new King's name?"

Oh. Shit. "We're allies, and it's incredibly unwise to share information like that about him," although technically, they already knew it, "but I can tell you that he's known as the King of the Damned, and he's very human friendly, minus a few crazies."

There. They'd be able to summon him with an incomplete title, but bindings wouldn't work without at least part of his name and his full title. It was why beings like Clockwork went by 'Master of Time', or Clockwork instead of their true name.

Wonder Woman's gaze sharpened- she'd caught onto the half truth. Luckily for him, her emergency communicator beeped before she could get out her lasso. Hooo boy. Maybe he needed to lay low in the GZ for a bit.

"Phantom, where is Fenton? The person you were asked to guard?" Batman asked.

The other side of the communicator was silent. "Phantom, respond." Silence. Batman turned to Constantine. "Any luck?"

He shook his head. "Turns out he didn't give us a true name. I keep getting images of his female counterpart in Illinois or a weird thermos, most of the time," he said. He sighed deeply. "The rest of the time, there's a ghost way scarier than Phantom in a crown."

"It's my fault," the Amazonian princess said quietly. "I kept pressing about Pariah Dark and the new King. Fenton warned me sharing information about the current Ghost King was unwise- I should've known even speaking about him could get Fenton in trouble. And if Phantom swore to you to protect Fenton, well."

"Hey, you didn't know the guy had a werewolf with portal powers that would just kidnap him," the Flash offered. "Who could? It's nuts."

"I think we only have one choice," Superman said warily, "and I don't like it." Superman had an understandable nervousness of ghosts- they were one of the only things that could reliably harm him without kryptonite.

"Neither do I. But l'll see if Zatanna is free."

In the secretary's desk, who'd had to leave early a week ago and was still in the hospital, was a note from one Daniel J. Fenton. It said, in general, that he was sorry he had to leave abruptly, but he would be perfectly safe with Phantom as an honored guest at the Ghost King's court for the next month.

The interim receptionist incorrectly noted this as junk mail, or perhaps a bit of fanfiction, and let it alone.

There was a painful tug in Danny's gut, and he groaned. "My liege?" Fright Knight asked.

"My apologies, I'm being summoned to the mortal realm," he said, then cocked his head to the side. "As King, not Phantom. Hmm. I'll see you all as soon as I can."

"We understand," said Queen Dora, and Danny took his true form.

Phantom looked like a young man, albeit with white hair, big eyes- basically, as friendly as he could while still being taken seriously. His true form was a little more...eldritch. He didn't actually have feet like this, just a long, black tail. His entire body, really, was that of a massive black serpent made out of static- if serpents had four arms with sharp claws, if their coils randomply dissipated into green and black smoke before remaking, and-

Ok. He looked...nothing like a serpent. Danny did, however, have to admit, the black crown, burning in ectoplasmic fire that matched the curling green horns and solid green eyes did make a pretty cool accessory for summonings.

Danny liked summonings- sometimes. More accurately, he liked fucking with people. And this would be a perfect- wait, was that Constantine?

At first, John thought it another dud. Nothing appeared in the circle. "Is it just me, or is the temp dropping in here?" The Flash asked.

Batman grunted- as good a yes as they'd get.

"King of the Damned, you have been summoned to this place. Show yourself!"

Constantine, a moment later, wished he hadn't spoken. It was impossible to keep track of the monster before them- its' body kept shifting and changing. One moment, static. The next, a clear view of the milky way. The next, stars he'd never seen before and that no mortal was meant to.

"Y̷o̵u̶'̸l̸l̴ ̴f̴i̴n̸d̶ ̵i̶t̴ ̸e̴a̵s̴i̸e̷r̷ ̵t̸o̶ ̷f̷o̶c̴u̷s̷ ̶o̵n̴ ̸m̶y̵ ̸f̴a̸c̶e̶,̵" said the King, kindly enough. Superman covered his ears and winced.

He- it? Danny'd always referred to it as a he. He was right. Somehow, the massive, green glowing maw filled with giant teeth and solid, unblinking eyes below fiery white hair and massive horns was easier to focus on. He hurriedly looked away from the horns, which were changing shape and size as quick as the rest of him.

"Right. We're looking for a missing persons- two, actually," he said. "Do you know where Danny Fenton and the spirit known as Phantom are?"

Did he know- Danny couldn't help the laugh. "O̷f̴ ̴c̷o̶u̴r̷s̶e̵!̷ ̷T̴h̴e̸y̷ ̴l̵e̵f̸t̴ ̴a̶ ̴n̷o̷t̷e̶ ̸f̷o̵r̴ ̸y̵o̸u̸,̸ ̶r̶e̴m̷e̶m̵b̵e̸r̴?̶"

Batman spoke. "We received no notes."

The King frowned. "L̵e̶s̵l̷i̴e̸ ̷d̵i̸d̸n̶'̶t̶ ̷g̵e̶t̶ ̵i̸t̷ ̶t̷o̴ ̷y̴o̵u̴?̷ ̶F̶e̶n̶t̴o̴n̶ ̸s̵a̷i̶d̵ ̶h̸e̸ ̸l̴e̶f̷t̷ ̷i̸t̴ ̵w̴i̴t̵h̵ ̵a̶ ̸m̵o̷r̸t̴a̴l̵ ̷b̸y̵ ̶t̴h̸a̶t̷ ̵n̶a̵m̷e̴.̶" He tacked on the 'mortal' at the last moment. Man, it was hard to be yourself while playing like you weren't yourself, while acting like you knew yourself a little.

Flash jumped up, and less than a second later, cleared his throat sheepishly. "So, uh. Honored guests at your court?"

He nodded.

"Can we talk to them? One or both?"

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anna1306 · 3 years ago

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Hi :) idk if your request are open and if they aren't then it's completely okay to ignore this.

In my head the boys can change into bat's and I and I was thinking of a Marko x reader where the reader finds him injured in his bat form and takes him in and just take care of him and then after like taking care of him the reader is like "I'm going to keep you now :)" but after a few days he leaves and the reader is sad but he comes back and visits in his bat from and then one visit he comes and just changes form infront of the reader.

Sorry if it's too long and it's alright if you aren't taking requests at the moment. I hope you have a good day/night.

I love your writing btw❤️

This was so cute and fun to write, thanks!

Little guy

Marko x Reader

Part 2 here

You weren't really an animal person. Yeah, sure cats and puppies were cute, but you could never imagine having one. Sometimes you were too lazy, your schedule changed from time to time. Dogs needed schedule. Walk in the morning, walk in the evening, feed regularly. And you could sleep half of the day or don't sleep for couple of days. Cats were easier in this way, but still they demanded a lot of attention.

So you thought they were cute, but never really wanted one, thinking of yourself as this lazy person, who would forget to eat themselves, let alone feed someone else. But... Life had other plans for you.

How did you notice him at all - was a huge question. Because in the dark he was almost invisible. Yet, you heard little angry squeaks from some dark alleyway. Now, you should have walk right past that, as Sants-Carla wasn't a place for some altruistic stuff, people disappeared every day. But you just couldn't get the feeling of sudden guilt off of you. So you turned to this path.

- Hey, is somebody here? - the squeaks stopped and you slowed down a bit, carefully walking forward. Something small glistened in the dark. You stepped closer and gasped. - Oh my god! - there was a bat on the trashcan. Big bat, that hissed on you as soon as you swore. You stumbled back, when noticed his tried flying away. Yet his wing...

His wing didn't move. It just slumped near him and obviously caused him a lot of pain. You should have called the animal service, but...

- I'm so gonna regret this! - you mumbled to yourself, taking off your jacket. You were stupid enough to help this bat, but not stupid to take it with bare hands. Animal squealed and yelped, flailing the healthy wing at you. - Hey... HEY! I'M TRYING TO HELP YOU! - strangely, but your scream seemed to help to calm him down. Maybe because the bats oriented based on their hearing and your voice deafened him a bit? If you knew more about bats, you could tell if this was true or not.

You used the opportunity of the bat not moving to grab him with your jacket. He screamed again, but you held him tightly, wrapping in the fabric.

- Little shithead, calm DOWN! - you tied the sleeves together. A tight little bundle was still wriggling in your hands, as two angry dark dots looked at you from the layers of messily wrapped jacket. - I am already regretting it.

But you were stubborn. And if you aimed to help this little thing - you would, even if he didn't want it. You pressed the bundle closer to you and went to your home. The road was hard, as this bat tried and tried to get out, squealing and hissing at you. You were surprised at how much energy this little body held, he was very insistent on getting out. And very strong for that matter.

Once at home you placed him on the couch, while you took your boots off. It was chill outside, so you closed windows, while at it. And so that bat won't try and kill itself by trying to get out. You took the bundle and went to the kitchen. The bat calmed down, but he still was angry, according to the eyes and hisses as soon as your hands went near his face. You put him on the table and looked at him strictly.

- I'm going to unwrap you and look at your wing. If you dare to bite me or flail your wing into my face, I will throw you out, I swear... - you pointed finger at him. The bat bit his fangs at you, and you took finger away. - Do you want to be out when day comes? I heard you bats don't like it, - strangely, it made him stop. For a minute he didn't move. - Alright... You understand me it seems, so we're on the same page.

You thought that was a good sign and started unwrapping him. The bat didn't move through the whole process. You helped him out of jacket, and he stumbled a little on your table. Deciding that he would be good alone for couple minutes (you did check the window just in case), you went to retrieve the first aid kit. When you returned, he sat on your jacket, piling it up like a nest.

- Dude, you are really perceptive for the bat, - you scoffed, sitting near him. You rummaged through the kit, taking out everything you might need for that. When you were ready, you looked at him warily. The bat looked at you back and it seemed like it sighed, turning his wounded wing to you. - You almost understands me, it's scary.

Firstly, you took a bottle of alcohol to desinfect the wound. The bat hissed, but let you do that. He smelled his wing afterwards and when you decided to apply a bit more... Opened his mouth, like wanted you to pour it into him.

- You really are something, dude! - you laughed, gently smacking his head. He hissed at you, but didn't move away from your hands tending to his wounds.

There was a huge gush on his wing, and one of the bones moved too freely. You sighed, looking at him pityfully, but gathered your courage and as quick as possible, you put his wing together and started bandaging it, while holding him strongly. You supposed it was painful, but didn't know any better way. You needed to fix this before moving further.

- Sorry, sorry, sorry... - you mumbled through his squeaks up until his wing was wrapped in bandages. You breathed out and leaned back on a chair, watching as the bat tried to adjust to his new state and move around a bit. - Don't be problematic, it's the best I can do, what I am, a vet? Alright, your wound is next, - he stepped back warily. - Dude, you need get this fixed, I am not having a bat puking all over my place because of infection! - you tried to catch him, but he... - Shit, you little!...

He bit you. This little shit bit you and was smug about it. His squeak was enough of proof of his proudness over himself. You groaned, grabbing some antiseptic and pouring it on his wing. Five minutes and you both were whining from exhaustion and pain, with you slowly putting bandages on your hand, now bitten in three places.

- Happy now? - you breathed out, fidgeting with the sticky side of a bandage. Why did you decide to help this bat in the first place? You should have left him there, life would do its work. You didn't even know what bats eat! Probably not blood, not everything in the books was right. And what if he did eat blood? You had to find him something...

Being completely lost in thoughts, you didn't notice that the bat crawled to you. Only when he licked one of the bites, you shivered, looking at him surprised.

- I won't feed you my blood, dude. As soon as the library opens, I'm there reading about your kind. And probably taking you to Animal control, - he hissed at this, moving to you. You watched him in amusement, as he stamped around on the spot for a bit, readying himself, until finally jumped to your t-shirt, grasping the fabric and climbing up the best he could with one wing. - You are bat, not a monkey, you know, - you smirked at this, until he got to the neck of the t-shirt and tried to climb inside. - Really? I'm not gonna carry you around...

He ignored you, trying to get his way into your clothes. You sighed and just took him in your hand, he already bit you, why fear him? You put him in the pocket of your jeans, going to your bedroom and letting him out there.

- This is where you and me are staying, - you stretched out, watching as he stumbled on the bed, looking around. You went to the windows, closing the curtains and sitting on the bed afterwards. - I'm gonna read some, and you, little dude need to get some rest. And yes, Dude is your name now, - you looked at the bat. He almost purred back. - You are really strange...

You didn't want an animal, yet there was a bat in your house now. He slept in the day, no matter if you were awake or not, but all night he was active. And God forbid you aren't there when he woke up. Half an hour squealing and screaming fit would be the best outcome.

You tried to get him to the vet, but he bit you and fought you and made your decision impossible to perform, so you had to deal with it. You had to find out what they eat, how often e.c. Your new friend refused to drink water, accepted fruits, but was most happy to munch on your hands.

- You can't eat me, Dude, - you took him off of your arm several times for the past hour. - No! I will lock you in a closet for a day, stop it!

He listened. That was what confused you the most. Animals couldn't understand words. Only intonation or atmosphere as a whole. And this bat understood everything or so it seemed. If you were angry - he would try to dissuade the situation. Threaten to leave him alone or get him in the street - he immediately calmed down. That was more than strange. These bikers that suddenly appeared in your neighborhood didn't make you much calmer either.

But you couldn't refuse that it was fun. Dude was chirping, squealing, just grabbing everything he could with his healthy wing. He was making some tricks, grabbing something big for him to carry, grumping with his squeaky voice.

- You know, even if you are pain in the ass and buying meat with blood for you is pricy... - you caressed his head with your finger as you layed in your bed with him on your chest. - I'm glad I found you, Dude. It's lonely sometimes, - you scoffed, hearing him purr and almost hugging you with his wing.

You were very content with him, even if you were grumpy with him sometimes. You got used to him even after just several days.

So when you came back from one of the shopping evenings and didn't find him, you panicked. You didn't lock the window, could he got out? You checked the street under your window, but noone was there. You asked several neighbors, but they thought you were a bit crazy for asking about lost bat. When you returned home, you found the bandages near the glass. He definitely got out.

- Ungrateful shit, - you mumbled to yourself, admitting his escape.

Of course you were sad. He was the one you could talk to in past few days. You didn't have a lot of friends, your family was... Far from you, and love interest... Was non-existant. So to have some animal to talk to was fun idea. Dude was cute, funny and yes, pain in the ass, but still was the one to keep you company, or purr near you when you felt down. You were alone in a chaos of your life again, only getting used to something good in your life for once.

You even checked the local animal store in hopes of finding some dog or cat to replace little black bundle. Now you knew you were capable of taking care of someone other than yourself, so you wanted to find that special someone. Yet... Yet no dog or cat couldn't understand your words or comments and were just... Not it.

- Maybe next time you'll find someone, - said young girl at the cash register. You smiled weakly and shrugged.

- I think not. But thanks anyway, - you went home, once again, slow and not caring about your surroundings. No squeaks from the alley, no noise... You just went home and after you warmed dinner up (dinner being frozen pizza), you suddenly heard a loud thud from your bedroom. You froze and took a knife from the sink. If that was someone who wanted to rob you or kill you, at least you would go down fighting. You slowly and quietly went to the beddroom, opening the door carefully...

- YOU LITTLE SHIT! - there was Dude, halfway through barely opened window. Thud, apparently, came from him crashing into half-closed glass, as was the trace on the glass. - I was sick worried about you and you just... - you groaned at the figure of a bat, frozen in your window and chirping something, and came closer to him, opening the window enough for him to get through. He landed on your shoulder, rubbing his head on your cheek. - Get off me, you, sniveler, I thought you were going to rob me, - you shoo him away and closed the window, putting the knife down as to not to hurt the little man. The bat landed on the bed, looking at you almost thoughtfully. - You need to think better next time, I was worried that you are eaten by cat or blinded by the sun. And now you are safe. Shithead, - you pet his head, sighing, but smiling. Your heart finally was calm at the realisation that he was safe. That you weren't alone once again. - Never do that again. Deal?

You should have been drunk. Yeah, definitely, because there was no explanation for what happened next, as in just a moment the bat transformed into a guy in a black smoke puff. Blonde cute, hot guy, in leather bright jacket, and with a wicked grin. And your hand was still on his hair.

- Deal, cutieface, - he winked at you. Oh hell, what did you get yourself into?

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years ago

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Is this seat empty? " Yes and this one will be too if you sit down" , "Don't be like that my love."

For MLB!Harry first stupid fight in a relationship 😂

Okay this turned into something entirely different then the prompt. Sorry anon 😂

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Peace & Quiet (Please)

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“Where d’you put m’protein mix?” Harry asks, padding into the kitchen and opening every single fucking cabinet.

“It’s in the same place it’s been for the past five years,” YN bites out with a slight irritation, mixing the pancake batter a little rougher.

She’s been up since three in the morning and Harry sauntered in around six-thirty after coming home late from a baseball game last night.

All the babies still asleep.

“Ah - fuck,” Her husband huffs when he spills the powder all over the countertop and floor she had just swiffered ten minutes ago.

When he goes to open the other cabinet and grab for a shaker bottle - they all come tumbling out onto the floor in a loud clash.

“Could you be any louder? You going to wake up the kids!” YN scolds harshly, pointing to the closet, “Go get the swiffer.”

He obliges - surprised by her attitude, grabbing it and slapping it (by accident) on the ground like a fucking baseball bat, the head of the mop snapping off and breaking.

“S’broken,” Harry states the obvious, shrugging and going about peeling a banana before leaving the peel near the sink.

YN turns to face him, voice irritated, “I’m about to break you, just like you broke the swiffer.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” He asks cheekily but her glare tells him there is no amusement to be had this morning.

“I just spent all morning cleaning and you’ve made this place a disaster already!” His wife bites before flipping one of the pancakes.

Harry dejectedly cleans up his protein mix mess, neatly places the shake bottles into the right place, throws away the peel, and closes all the cabinets.

“M’sorry,” He murmurs, coming up behind her and kisses the nape of her neck, “Y’seem a bit cranky this mornin’.”

And man. He should have not said that.

“Do you have a baby who needs to fucking feed from your body every hour even during the night? I don’t think so,” She mutters, shaking him off of her.

“Hey, mama. M’bein’ an ass, what can I do to help?” He changes gears, choosing to stand next to her since she didn’t seem to want to be touch.

“Breastfeed - let your nipples feel like their constantly on fire and about to fall off. Make all this post-partum bleeding stop. Let me sleep for a day straight. I don’t know,” YN begins to sniffles, plating a few mini pancakes.

He’s taken aback, eyebrows furrowing in concern, and he leans forward to flip off the stovetop, “Can I touch you?”

She nods, wiping her eyes, and allows him to haul her up into their marble countertop, “Mama, y’need to tell me when y’feeling overwhelmed? Please baby. I’ve asked you a million times to wake me up and I can bottle feed her.”

“No, she…I have to feed her. It helps bonding and it-“

Harry interrupts firmly, “She will be perfectly fine being fed by a bottle a few times a day. You’re putting too much stress on yourself.”

Her head falls on his shoulder and she mumbles, “I just feel so…gross, not attractive at all.”

He pulls her back, searching her face in confusion, “Baby, why would you ever say somethin’ like that?”

YN let’s out a quiet sob, “My nipples are chafed and sore, I’m constantly bleeding, my belly hasn’t deflated -“

Harry can’t help but lean in and connect their lips harshly, he’s pulling her loose shirt up and over her head.

“Harry, what-“

“Listen t’me,” Harry rasps seriously, his hands are tender and careful as they cup her swollen breasts - thumbing at her painful nubs.

“I’m literally obsessed w’your tits, baby. They’ll go back to normal after y’done feeding and even if they don’t - I love them just as fucking much. You fed our three healthy strong boys and now you’re makin’ sure our chunky little girl is eating good.”

Then he hands move to cup her belly, large hands splayed over the still softening, firm bump from where Briar had been housed for nine months.

“Y’gave me four, four fuckin’ babies from this belly. I’m fucking in love with your body. God, y’thighs, y’tummy, the stretchmarks - fuck, getting me hard just lookin’ at you.”

It was true, he was stiffening up in his shorts but neither of them acknowledged it - it was a love boner more than anything else.

He literally got hard from how much he loved her.

“I’m tired,” She sighs softly, letting Harry tug her shirt back on as the children would be waking up soon to eat breakfast.

“I know, mama,” Harry acknowledges softly, giving her another kiss before taking over the pancake station.

When all the boys are downstairs and chomping away on their food, Cash, who is just about four decides it’ll be funny to squirt the sticky syrup all over their expensive stool cushions and the floor.

When YN turns from the sink to see the mess, she admits she snaps a little bit, “Really Harry? You’re supposed to be watching them, not checking the sports news on your phone!”

Harry is about to defend himself but his wife is stomping over to where Cash has emptied the bottle and gives him a firm look, “Cash Edward Styles, get your bum upstairs, right now.”

Cash’s eyes widen, his mother rarely needed to use a harsh tone with them, “Mama, I’m so-“

“If you are not upstairs, by the bathtub this instant, you get no outside time today. Do you understand me?” YN tells him, giving Easton a warning look when he licks at the syrup on his finger.

“Yes mama,” Cash squeaks out sadly, abandoning his plate and walking up towards the bathroom upstairs to get clean.

Easton and Ezra are dead silent as they watch their brother leave - not wanting the same fate as him so they sit proper.

“Sweetheart-“ Harry begins, putting his phone back in his pocket.

“No, I have my hands full taking care of four kids. I don’t need you acting like a fifth. Go bathe your son,” YN tells him coldly, an angry stare directed his way.

Harry clenches his jaw, biting his tongue as he stands up and pushes his chair in with force - making a loud noise before following after his second son.

A few minutes after they’re out of sight, Easton thought it’d be funny to wipe syrup down Ezra’s cheek which made Ezra cry and throw a pancake at his older brother - now soaking him in syrup.

YN starts to leak milk at the sound of Ezra’s cries.

“Easton Robin - get you butt upstairs this instant too. You know better - no outside time today,” She informs him as she uses a wet wipe to clean Ezra’s cheek.

“Mama,” Easton whines, fat tears starting roll down his cheeks as he stands up, loitering by the kitchen stool.

“Do not make me repeat myself,” YN warns, swiping a paper towel over the wet spot on her shirt from the leak.

Harry had just started washing up Cash who was still melancholy when his blubbering older one comes in - still tearful.

He sighs, looking at his syrupy son, “Wha’ happened?”

Easton looks hesitant, “I put syrup on Ezzie and mama said no outside time today.”

His father is tight-lipped, he can already predict that Easton’s actions upset Ezra, “Alright, c’mon. Let’s clean y’up too. Y’know better, Easton.”

Harry had just finished helping both boys dress when YN appears in the doorway with Ezra who has a binkie popped in his mouth.

She steps over and hands their son to Harry before muttering, “I’m going to feed Briar, keep the boys out of the room. I need some peace.”

YN disappears from the room before he can even reply to her.

Harry can admit he gets distracted when one of his coaches calls him up for a game change, doesn’t notice when Cash sneaks from the playroom.

It’s less than five minutes later when YN leads Cash gently by the hand back into the playroom, with Briar still latched and feeding.

When she sees Harry on his phone, she’s fucking livid with him.

“Really Harry?” His wife scoffs, guiding Cash to join Easton in where he’s playing with legos.

“I’ll call you back,” Harry replies to his coach before hanging up, “Sorry, it was Donny-“

“Good to know your job is more important than watching your kids,” She spits out before storming back out of the room.

Harry is up and following behind her, jaw clenched and irritated, “Just ‘cause you’re in a pissy mood doesn’t mean that y’say shit like that.”

She turns on her heel, eyes fiery, “You have no god damn consideration. You’ve been swamped this week because of your nike promotion and games. I’ve had the babies all by myself for four nights while you get to gallivant around!”

Harry goes to speak but she puts her free hand up.

“I ask for you to keep our house clean and to let me have one moment of peace with our daughter but you don’t even let me have that! You do not understand how hard it is to push a baby out of you and then have them rely on you to feed them twenty times a day!”

His anger fades when his wife starts sobbing - chest shuddering sobs, “I just had her four weeks ago. I-I haven’t had a break yet. You act like it’s so easy!”

He starts to walk towards her, “Sweetheart-“

YN shakes her head, a desperate plea in her tone, “Please just give me time with Briar.”

Harry swallows harshly and nods - feeling like shit as his wife walks back towards the stairs - all the while still feeding their daughter.

“Hello?”

“Mum, I-can you take the boys for the night?” Harry asks quietly, standing in the kitchen while the two older boys are still playing quietly.

Ezra’s passed out, on Harry’s hip with his little face smushed against the cap of his shoulder with parted lips.

“Dear, is everything okay?” She replies cautiously.

“No, I-I don’t know. YN is overwhelmed and I don’t think I’ve been supportive enough,” Harry feels himself begin to sniffle.

Anne doesn’t pry for information which Harry loves about her, she agrees to take them, and states she’ll be over within the hour.

Harry goes about packing their pajamas and other necessities in their little backpacks as the squeal excitedly about going to Nana’s.

“Can we say bye to mama?” Easton asks anxiously as they clear out of their bedrooms.

“Let me go ask,” He murmurs, running a hand through his son’s curls.

When he cracks open the door, YN is sprawled out on her back, fast asleep with Briar also asleep in the bassinet next to the bed.

His heart aches because her shirt is off, and the remnants of her nipple cream which was a pinkish orange color wasn’t fully rubbed in on her bruised breasts.

Harry guides them downstairs, promising that their mama will call them later.

After the boys leave, Harry doesn’t know what to do so he cleans whatever he finds that is dirty or messy so she won’t have to.

He does all the laundry in the house, cleans up every single toy, and when Briar starts to whimper - he sneaks in to snatch her up so she doesn’t wake YN.

Then he takes her out to the shops with him to grab groceries, her favorite snacks, and maybe he does stop by a jewelry store and buy her something nice.

(casually a pair of 20k earrings)

YN fell asleep around eighty-thirty in the morning and doesn’t wake up until about nine at night, Harry had put Briar in her nursery about an hour ago.

When she does awake, Harry is sitting in the living room - watching a stupid action movie to pass time and dwell on everything.

She comes in quietly, stands in front of her husband who looks up at her with anxious eyes - she looks brighter now that she’s had adequate sleep.

“Will you hold me?” She rasps quietly, just in one of Harry’s shirts and soft pair of sleep shorts.

“Never haven t’ask, mama,” He murmurs, guiding her until she’s straddling his lap and burying her face into the crook of his neck.

His hands sneak beneath her shirt to massage the sleep-warm skin as he kisses her shoulder - over and over again.

“I’m so sorry,” YN whispers into his skin, voice croaky as she tries to not get upset.

He pulls her back to study her face, “Do not apologize, y’allowed to get mad at me and feel frustrated. You’re emotions are valid. There’s a lot going on and I could be doing more to help.”

YN wipes a tear that trickles down as she laughs in disbelief, “No, you can’t do anymore to help.”

“Wha-? I can, I promis-“

She interrupts his with a kiss before telling him sincerely, “You can’t do anymore help because you’re already doing the most amazing job. As a husband and dad. I was just tired and stressed - it’s not an excuse.”

It warms his heart, he fucking loves her so much it does make sense, has to button their lips together one more time.

“You have a really hard job too, on top of being a husband and dad. You give us all this, support us and take care of us.”

“Are y’kidding me? Y’the one who keeps this family together. Y’the fuckin’ love of my life, you know that? I love you so much, so so much,” He emphasizes, rubbing a thumb across her bottom lip.

The kiss one more time - the anger was subsided and they were okay once again.

Harry laughs and agree when YN murmurs, “S’time for bed again, m’tired.”

“Okay mama, anythin’ for you,” He responds before peppering her in kisses to make her giggle lightly.

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sapphicwhxre · 4 years ago

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behind closed doors

♡ pairing: harry potter x reader x ginny weasley

♡ summary: ginny wants to add a third person to her sex life with harry and you make them both glad he said yes.

♡ requested: yes | no

♡ warnings: oh my god it's FILTH ─ swearing, threesome smut, oral sex (female & male receiving), face fucking, fingering, vaginal sex, praise/possession kink, scissoring, overstimulation, nipple play/praise, cum slut stuff but i got no clue what to tag that as. also i didn’t proofread or edit because if i reread any of this shit i know it won’t get posted LMAO

it was funny, really.

everyone thought the chosen one was this awkward, inexperienced git when it came to sex. and they all thought the youngest and only girl of the weasleys must be this pure little princess. but, they were oh so wrong and you knew that first hand.

you knew because harry was almost at his breaking point. he didn’t think there was anything as precious or plain sexy as ginevra weasley but merlin, did she have some odd kinks. he’d do them all for her, even enjoyed some of them. but this one had harry redder than dragon breath.

“ginny, i don’t want another guy with his hands on you when we’re being intimate!”

finally snapping, harry was flushed and frustrated. it was the second time ginny had brought up the possibility of bringing another person into their bedroom and harry did not see the appeal. the weasley girl perked an eyebrow, however, and laughed.

“who said anything about a guy, dear?” ginny toyed with a charm on the bracelet you’d given her and shook her head. “you know my friend, y/n, don’t you?”

the boy’s eyes widened behind his glasses and his mouth went a bit dry. “yes,” was all he managed, trying to remember what house you were even in. what he did remember was that you were quite the sight to look at.

ginny grabbed harry's hand, “we had a bit of a thing before you and i. she’s a fun person, she’d do it without any strings attached.”

how had harry had no idea that his girlfriend had been sleeping with y/n? and why did the idea of letting her into the equation arouse him so much? although surprised that ginny felt absolutely no jealousy or even batted an eye at the situation, he found himself grinning when ginny did at his sudden nod.

this was how you’d ended up with harry potter’s cock buried in your pussy while your face was in ginny’s. and right now, it wasn’t very funny at all. what it was fell under the category of fucking like heaven.

“oh, good girl, just like that, y/n!”

ginny moaned with her head thrown back. her eyes were rolling back into her head with every moan she heard from her boyfriend paired with the warm vibrations of yours meeting her pussy. “look so pretty, taking harry’s cock for us,” you responded to her dirty praise by a finger into her dripping cunt, your tongue still assaulting her folds and your ass in the air. she moaned even louder and barely made eye contact with harry, who was still thrusting into your clenching walls. “so good, y/n... blimey, gin, she’s so tight,”

“and ours,” the panting girl added, her hands now gripping your hair messily. “our pretty little slut, in’t that right, harry?” he agreed with a rather distracted grunt but ginny was too occupied to respond, screaming as you put your fingers as deep into her as you could, curling and pumping while your tongue kept adoring her clit. “oh, y/n, y/n, y/n,” it was impossible at this point to tell whose moans were whose and who was saying your name louder, but either way it was addicting.

“f-fuck!” you babbled incoherently, harry and ginny's names both getting lost on the way out of your mouth. harry burst into you with a final, shallow thrust, moaning like a porn star. your orgasm clenched your stomach and your walls tightened around harry’s dick while you came, the white liquid seeping out into ginny’s view. your breathy moan was hot on ginny’s throbbing pink pussy and the sight made her want to come, hard. you took your fingers away and instantly replaced them with your tongue. gripping her thighs tightly, you let all of her sweet cum enter your mouth and drip down your chin eagerly.

“oh, that’s a good girl,” ginny was breathing fast and giving both of you a toothy grin ─ one which you and harry returned. “how hot does she look, harry?”

“so hot,” harry gasped, forehead sweaty and cheeks flushed red. “so hot covered in our cum, she knows that, doesn’t she?”

nodding and flustered, you tried to gather yourself after being fucked and fucking ginny at the same time but you were flipped onto your back. a loud yelp caught both ginny and harry and they both wore different smirks on their face. harry's said he was nothing short of loving the experience and ginny was thinking of ways to make it better for the former... and herself.

“open,” she commanded, biting her bottom lip with the cockiest look on her face. without any hesitation, you spread your legs as wide as you could to let ginny do whatever she wanted with you. “good little girl, you’ll be rewarded,” she hummed and you were desperate to be touched again. “but first ‘m gonna let harry have a bit more fun, show him just how good you are with that pretty mouth.”

the messy haired boy was already pumping up and down his shaft, tip as pink as his cheeks. “open?” harry’s request was softer but in some way, just as sexy as ginny’s. you parted your lips just enough to take his tip between them and sucked softly, eyes intent on harry while you did so. his were already scrunched in need and you made your way down, cum covered lips and saliva wetting his dick for you to suck him better. with hollowed cheeks, you bobbed up and down on his length, feeling more and more satisfied with his bucks hitting your throat. even gagging on his cock and nose hitting right above where he was slapping against his own skin, you moaned and sucked until ginny spit on your cunt.

“oh,” you let out muffled on harry. no longer watching you two, ginny was lowering her own pussy onto yours and the heat of both your aroused cunts felt heavenly. you whimpered with your lips around harry, tears streaming down your face, hoping to be touched by ginny. your wish was granted as you moaned muffled again and she sank onto you, using your thigh to ride your pussy. clits rubbing against one another with deliciously rough friction, cock all the way into your mouth, you saw stars. it didn’t even matter whose cum was dripping down your leg when the pleasure you felt was so mindblowing and harry was spilling his seed down your throat. “good little cum slut,” ginny rubbed your clit harshly.

“ginny, this is so good,” you groaned, on the verge of a sob, “but ‘m too sensitive, just let me please you guys,”

as if you’d told a funny joke, she laughed and turned to harry. “your turn baby, i want that pretty, pretty mouth back between my legs now that she’s all swollen and sexy,”

“poor thing,” harry chuckled at your scream when he attached his mouth to your soaked and abused pussy. his hands yanked you by the ass and he ate you out like you were a fucking pumpkin pasty. ginny lowered to sit this time on your mouth, facing harry’s buried head. whimpering almost pitifully, though extremely sexy to the couple you were pleasing, your tongue took messy movements to ginny’s pussy.

she was so wet that it didn't matter how out of it the sensations had you, your open mouth on her core was enough to have ginny spitting moan after moan. “cum now, y/n, i know you’ve got another one left in you,” harry cooed. you couldn’t even object with your mouth so preoccupied and all coherent thoughts being smashed by harry’s tongue fucking your hole. “that's it,” his teeth grazed you while you came and your sob on ginny’s pussy sent her to the very edge of her orgasm.

right then and there, she could have orgasmed all over your flushed face but she held on and took her pale fingers to your breasts. “i think she’s got one more in her harry, fuck her one more time,” she purred, hips bucking on your lips. the strangled moan you exhaled made harry beam while he prepared to enter you again. “you love it, don't you?” your mouth tasting between ginny’s slick folds wouldn’t let you scream his name, but you desperately wanted to when harry pushed all of his inches into you. “being just a pretty cum slut?”

in only a minute, ginny’s release washed over your face and flooded your senses. all you tasted was the last ginny had before she collpased beside you, panting heavily. she watched as harry kept fucking you like you were theirs. “pretty tits bouncing, shame we didn't give ‘em too much attention,” she chirped. your teary eyes widened, you weren’t sure if you could take ginny touching your breasts on top of harry pounding into you. but you desperately wanted to.

it must have showed in your eyes, or admittedly, in ginny’s desire because she wrapped her lips around one of your nipples and pinched the other one before switching to soft flicking. “so tasty,” she alternated, praising both your tits with her skilled fingers and warm mouth. about to coax you into your orgasm, you finished loudly and harry let himself release the second that you did. pulling out, he found his way next to ginny and wrapped his hands around her waist while she focused on your tits, tired yet euphoric. “aren’t they perfect?” ginny hummed contently and released them, and harry stroked your hair and ginny's.

“y’know, perfect’s just one word i’d use for this.”

the lovely filth of having the wild versions of harry potter and ginny weasley all to yourself were some of your best nights, you often thought. though you supposed deep down that they were the ones who had you to themselves, you didn’t care. what mattered much more was that you ─ and certainly ginny and harry ─ were quite glad that you were their good, little slut.

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kaiparker-avengerssmut · 4 years ago

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Our Doll 14// Here we Go Again

B.Barnes x S.Rogers, B.Barnes x Stark!Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

Series Synopsis | After the events of the horrific past, y/n Stark, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes have finally admitted their feelings for each other. But is life as an avenger whilst dating two super soldiers any easier than anything y/n’s experienced in the past?

sequel Series to Their Doll

Series Warnings | smut, violence, torture, swearing, threesomes, drug usage/substance abuse

Chapter Summary | y/n and Bucky get closer again

Warnings | blood, implied violence

A/n | This is a sequel book/series to my fic Their Doll! This book loosely follows the mcu timeline, starting in CAWS in book one and starting just before AOU in this book. Bucky had been recovered and is safe, and Peter was taken under Tony's wing when he was much younger.

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"My scar." Y/n mumbled, looking up at Bucky suddenly. The man hummed, placing his book on his lap to look back at his girl.

"What about it?" Bucky mumbled back with curiosity.

"You said those...dreams were what you would've done if we'd been together before the war, but I still had my scar. You could've gotten rid of it, but you didn't." Y/n explained, a confused frown dancing over her brow when he smiled.

"It's because I love you, all of you. That scar, it tells a story that you shouldn't have to tell, but shouldn't ever forget. It's part of you, like this," Bucky lifted his metal arm, waving the plated hand slightly, "is part of me."

Y/n smiled light from where she sat across the couch; she still didn't feel comfortable being too close to Bucky after the whole locking her up thing, but she was getting closer.

"I'm sorry." He abruptly blurted and y/n frowned. Bucky took a deep sigh before continuing. "I really can't tell you how sorry I am about...about, well, everything?" Bucky proposed and y/n shifted in her seat slightly.

"Oh." Was all she managed, placing her own book on the flimsy coffee table that sat parallel to the torn up sofa in the motel room they were staying in. "Thanks, I guess?" She supplied and Bucky blinked at her. "I'm sorry, I'm just not good at this stuff, I guess. I'm so confused as to how I should feel right now." Y/n vented and Bucky smiled.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm just happy you can bare me enough to talk to me, I was terrified that I may have lost your trust forever." He mumbled, tentatively reaching to take y/n's hand. When she didn't flinch or pull away, he held it in his own.

"I just don't know what to feel; on the one hand, you let them lock me up, but on the other, well, you did everything you could to keep me comfortable and you got me out." Y/n admitted and Bucky nodded, understanding. "And I still love you." She added quietly and Bucky grinned, before wiping the expression from his face.

They'd been on the run for a couple of weeks now, skipping between dingy motels and safe houses that had been long forgotten. Using a code, Bucky and Peter had kept in contact. Apparently, Tony and Sharon were furious.

"I love you too. Do you want some food yet?" Bucky asked and y/n nodded. He got up and crossed the room to gather some money and the room key. "I'll be back in half an hour tops, okay?" Bucky checked and y/n nodded.

"See you later." She murmured as the door slammed shut.

Alone with her thoughts again.

Y/n would rather be in Bucky's company than alone still. Even after the stuff he'd done, she couldn't stop herself from loving him. And it's not like she hadn't done her own fair share of bad things, too.

The girl sighed, rubbing her eyes as she felt the drowsiness of sleep overcome her. Maybe she could get a nap in before Bucky got back.

...

Bucky kept his head down. His hair had grown longer; he hadn't bothered cutting it since they left. His hood was drawn tightly over his face and his steps were quick as he paced to the closest store that sold food.

Once he reached the shop, Bucky rigged a hand - the flesh one - from his pocket and pulled open the door. When inside, he hastily went in search of some decent food.

Although, he instantaneously discovered one of the down sides to shopping at night - drunk people. The boisterous laughed filled his ears like water as Bucky hunted through the shelves, slurred insults thrown back and forth within the group of men.

"Hey, you!" Shit. Bucky looked up. "Yeah, you with the long hair!" One of them boomed and Bucky scoffed, shaking his head as he turned back to the section of ready-made sandwiches.

"Hey, look at me." The man persisted and Bucky rolled his eyes. They boy looked back to his friends, all clearly amused with the situation before the guy was swinging a punch in Bucky's direction.

On instinct, the super soldier caught the guy's fist in his hand. His metal hand. The guy looked so aghast that Bucky had to stop himself from laughing.

...

"This may hurt a little." Y/n sighs, eyes squinted as she threads the needle in front of her. Bucky swallows his groan of pain, giving her a stiff nod before letting his head knock back into the wall behind him. Y/n steps between her boyfriend's legs, pulling his arm forwards and letting a small apology slip from her lips when he hissed.

"Fuck!" Bucky cursed, metal fist slamming into the counter that he was sat on, the dent large and lined with splintered wood. Y/n winced a little but continued, her voice twisting around whisper sweet nothings to calm him down.

Bucky's breathing was heavy, laboured, as y/n continued to sew up the gash, lip pulled between her teeth in concentration.

"Almost there...just a little more..." Her small voice mumbled as Bucky's metal a whirred.

"Fuck me, please remind to never piss off a group of drunk guys again." Bucky groans, but y/n could only find herself biting her lip harder at the thought of fucking him again.

Clearly, this intimate moment had helped her see past his mistakes.

Huh.

"I'm so sorry, y/n. I'll be more careful next time." Bucky promises, flesh hand reaching to cup her cheek when he pulls back - remembering her hesitance.

"It's not your fault. I'll still patch you up each and every time it happens." Y/n smiled tightly, almost with pity when she eyes his retracted hand.

Bucky nods solemnly before moving to hop off the crappy bathroom counter in their motel room, only to cut himself short with a groan.

"Easy, soldier." Y/n jokes, placing her hands onto her boyfriend's hips to help him down.

"Thanks." He mumbled low before hobbling off, eyes biting back tears as he limped through the room to flop on the creaky bed.

Y/n sighs heavily, watching him go with a sad expression. Bucky flicked the TV on - blue light sliding over his features in a haunting highlight; the structure of his bones protruding with the flashing colour of people moving across the screen.

"Y/n." Bucky hissed as she wrung out the little towel - now full of blood and stained a deep crimson.

Her her snapped up, the wet fabric falling into the sink with a soggy slap before she was stumbling across the room to perch on the edge of the bed.

"Oh my god." She exclaimed, hand tight over her mouth I shock at the screen.

"Suspect in the bombing is none other than James Buchan Barnes and Y/n Stark. We'll be back with more information when we have it." The presenter finished, accompanied by pictures of both y/n and Bucky stealthily away from the building, which was now laying in ruins.

"Oh my god." She repeated, horrified at the sight of King T'Chaka and all the victims.

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sirianisrock · 5 years ago

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"I'll always come back to you"

Okay I wanted to write this as a little gift to a special person I met like,a month ago in here. She's the kind of friend everyone should have in its life,I love her so much and she'd been here for me in some of my hard moments. This is the first real fiction I write,it's not that good of course but I tried my best.

This is for you baby @nothing-but-a-comedy

Summary : After escaping from Arkham Asylum,the first thing that crosses Joker's mind is his kitten. He's gonna come back to remind her who she still belongs to.

Warnings : Smut, poor English since it's not my first language (sorry),a little long maybe, this is Heath Ledger's Joker.

It's been 3 weeks.

Batman took Mr.J away from you 3 long weeks ago. You've been crying so much,you thought you could never see him again..how would you live now? What could you do to help him out of that fucking prison?

You could do nothing but cry,and the thought of him not being there with the person he loved the most was consuming you.

Your days were now even longer than usual,there was nothing and no one waiting home for you after work,no one to dedicate your life to,nothing that kept you sane anymore.

"..Will I go crazy?" You asked yourself while tears kept running down your red cheeks; you were sitting on the couch of your and Joker's shared apartment,looking at emptiness while drowning in your own thoughts,in the silence of the living room. There was only a little weak lamp on,that made enough light for you to not be in total dark. You felt so exposed,unprotected and cold without Joker by your side..you were now so used to him (even when he was out till late night) that you couldn't imagine your life without him anymore at this point. In his craziness,he kept you sane,alive. He made you feel loved and worth like nobody else did in your life,even if he never was the most sweet and affectionate person..but he always tried to,for you,his kitten.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't bother switching on the tv. That prevented you to see the news: "..some patients escaped the Arkham Asylum after a big unkown explosion a few hours ago. Most of them were threatened by the police but some even more dangerous escaped and are now free in Gotham,The Joker included.."

You decided to stay on the sofa,too weak to get up and go to bed,so you leaned down,head resting on a pillow and eyes fixing the void.

It was 1am. Your eyes were heavy and red from the unstopped crying you had and all the tiredness that affected your body. Since your lover was taken away,you couldn't sleep properly,if you were lucky you slept a few hours every night,your mind too busy thinking of him.

Suddenly something took your attention: you heard footsteps in the hallway behind the walls of your apartment. They were slow,heavy..and they stopped right in front of your door. You sat up slowly, able to see the shadow of the person standing behind it from below the door. Was someone trying to break in?

The thought of it made you shiver in fear,knowing that this time no one was here to protect you. You were so scared you could only stay still and wait for something to happen.

Bang! A crash made the door wide open loudly and you jumped in fear,standing up next to the couch shaking as a leaf.

The sound of a chuckle.

"Did my kitten miss me?"

Joker was standing at the entrance of the apartment,looking straight at you. You were so shocked that you couldn't get the words out of your mouth,but tears started coming out of your eyes again in happiness realising the man you loved so much was here. He saw your still scared eyes,so,after closing the door,he came closer,just a few feet from you; he could read in them all the pain that tortured your soul all these weeks he was away. He put a hand on your cheek,swiping away some hot tears.

You hugged him so tight that you feared of breaking some of his bones but you couldn't help yourself,it seemed like a dream.

"I..I missed you so much..I thought I lost you forever..I tried to think of a way t-to take you back but I couldn't and I'm so sorry..I thought I was going craz-"

Joker didn't let you finish the sentence that his rough but sweet lips crashed on yours,taking your breath away.

"Daddy's here now baby.I will take care of you the proper way cause uhh..I know you missed me as much as I did,doll"

His words made you blush and feel hot,you were so starved from him that just his deep and rusky voice would be enough to make you cum in your pants.

He took your hand and guided you to the bedroom.

"Sit down baby" he ordered,and you obeyed him sitting on the edge of the bed.

He took off his long purple coat and put it aside,heavy from the granades and blades inside of it.

He sat right next to your trembling body.

"Did ya really think I would forget of my good girl,huh? That I would leave that Bat tear us apart..mm?"

Joker took his gloves off,his bare hands going slowly up your body,from your hips to you neck,stopping there.

He came closer to you ear,growling.

"I missed my little kitten so much..ya know? I couldn't wait to come home to you,eat that sweet pussy of yours and fuck you so hard that all Gotham would hear your screams.."

A shiver ran down your spine and hotness started to form between your legs. His voice was the most erotic thing you ever heard in your entire life right now.

"What are you waiting for then..daddy?" Your words came out so low and trembling that you thought he didn't even hear you. But he did.

He laughed at your sauciness. "Naughty girl..ya can't wait for your daddy to raw you,don't ya?"

You nodded eagerly without even thinking,his hands leaving your body.

"Lie down,take your pants off and spread those beautiful legs for me,doll"

You did has he asked,while he put on again his purple leather gloves,his dark eyes following every your movement.

As you shyly spreaded your legs,your panties were so soaked that it was impossible for him not to notice.

An evil smirk ran through his face,while he came down between your legs.

"My my..looks like someone really missed me,isn't it?

Your breath was becoming heavy,you needed him so much you almost couldn't handle it.

His gloved hands took the panties down your legs,throwing them to the floor.

Before you could even see it,he attached his mouth to your wet pussy,sucking and licking your juices like a starved animal. You screamed and moaned in pleasure,grabbing his hair for support while electricity ran down your body.

Joker was enjoying it as much as you,you felt his moans over your sensitive clit with every lick he gave you. As if this wasn't enough,with his right gloved hand he put two fingers roughly inside you,moving them in and out,in..and out. Your orgasm approached quickly, you felt yourself losing it when he said "Cum on daddy's mouth baby,let me taste your sweetness.."

With that,you came moaning around his fingers and tongue,almost breathless from how hard your climax hit you.

With the smirk still on his face,his makeup was all messy,mixed with your juices all over his mouth and nose. Joker got up and slowly unzipped his pants,taking his underwear down enough for his cock to come out. He was as hard as wood,your mouth salivated.

"Come here doll,don't ya want to taste daddy too?"

As soon as you sat back down on the bed,he grabbed the hair on the back of your head in a fist and pushed you down his hard dick.

You took all of him in your mouth,you could taste the precum already dripping from it while you sucked his manhood hard.

His face contorted,throwing his head back in pleasure as he started trusting in your throat faster. His moans filled the apartment's bedroom,turning you on even more than before. You were almost choking on him,when you heard a loud groan come from the inside of his own throat and suddenly,hot liquid filled your mouth,coming down from your chin.

He pulled out,grabbing your jaw with one hand. "Swallow."

With a loud "gulp" you swallowed his juice,looking up at him. He had a proud look on his face as he helped you up from the floor.

"Such a good little girl"

Joker lifted your shirt and undid your bra. He then grabbed both of your wrists and pulled you back down on the bed,tying them tight so you couldn't move anymore.

"Now now kitten..time to play"

A little laugh escaping his lips. He started undressing too,removing totally his bottoms,then the vest,suspenders and his shirt for last. He approached you slowly on the bed,his face close to yours started kissing your jaw,down your neck,leaving bites and purple marks on your body.

You arched your back in pleasure,as he whispered in your ear "Your are Mine..only mine baby. Never forget that"

You couldn't answer,so needy you were for him.

He kept biting that sensitive spot of yours below your jaw,making you see stars.

He touched your breasts,hands still gloved,going down on your hard nipples. He took them in his mouth,licking and sucking them both; you were in ecstasy,calling his name over and over.

"Fuck J..fuck" was all you were able to say.

One of his big hands came down your pussy,stimulating your clit once again.

Your pussy was still sensitive from your earlier orgasm,so it didn't take long for you to be on the edge. When Joker felt you tighten on his fingers,he removed them.

With a disappointed face,you looked down at him. "J w-why did you stop..?I was so close..!"

The smirk on his face never left him.

"Baby, we got all night long to make up for uhh..for the time we lost",he licked his red lips.

You were panting,as he started again fingering you with those purple gloves. While one hand stayed occupied inside your pussy,the other one held a blade; he moved it down your jaw,around your nipples and breasts and down your belly..the blade was cold and the contact with your hot skin gave you goosebumps.

He kept edging you for a good hour. You were sweating,heavy breath,wet as never in your life and almost exhaust.

"You see baby..uhh you are lucky ya know? Cause daddy needs you too,so I'm gonna give you what you..(licks his lips) what you need"

Joker finally untied you,freeing your wrists.

"Turn around doll,show me that pretty ass"

Slowly you turned around,now on all four on the bed. He grabbed your ass cheeks and slapped them,the leather of the gloves hard on your skin,made you whimper.

You couldn't see him,but you felt the sound of his skin while with one hand he stroked himself.

"Ya ready for daddy's cock baby,hmm?"

You nodded,but that wasn't enough for him.

Grabbing your hair making you tilt your head back, he whispered in your ear "I want you to say it loud"

"I'm-i'm ready f-for your cock,daddy"

Satisfied with your response,he bit your earlobe,his breath next to your ear gave you goosebumps.

"Good girl..Now stay still while daddy puts his cock inside your little pussy"

The head of his dick teased your entrance,using your juices to lubricate it.

Then slowly,he entered you. Your walls clenched around him,adjusting to his lenght.

"Fuck..my naughty girl sure has a tight pussy".

You both let out a moan while he started trusting roughly inside you,keeping a steady and fast pace.

You held tight the bed sheets while he held your hips in place so strong,there would for sure be bruises on them later.

The sounds he was making,growling in pleasure while fucking you hard,made you closer and closer to your second orgasm of the night.

You were both panting,and you felt Joker was close too while his dick kept pushing deep inside you,hitting that sweet spot over and over again.

"Cum doll..your pussy is so tight,I know you are close. Cum for me you little slut"

Those were the magic words that made you release around his cock.

Feeling your cunt stretching around him,he came seconds later,collapsing on your back.

Joker waited for his breath to come back before pulling out and laying down next to you. You collapsed too,your head on his sweatie chest,still out of breath.

"I missed you so much J..I didn't know what to do without you.. "

Your eyes had tears in them,thinking back of when he wasn't there with you and you were alone for so long.

He saw the sadness in them,and gently held your chin up to make you look at him in the eyes.

"I missed you too baby,so so much. But now I'm here with ya and I'm not leaving." A little smile from the corners of his scars made your heart melt,giving him a sweet kiss on the mouth.

"I'll always come back home to you kitten,no matter what."

I hope this is not the worst thing you guys read,I tried my best I swear

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nonbinary-octopus · 5 years ago

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Virgil the Wee Vampire Part 4

Logan and his Many Questions

Summary: Many questions are asked.

Content/Trigger Warnings: fear, intimidation, being trapped, non-graphic description of an injury, self-injury, blood, alcohol mention

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Chapter 1: The Hungry Little Vampire

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Logan grabbed his notebook and a pencil. Now that the vampire was fed and in better shape, he wanted to know things. "If you don't mind, Virgil, I have some questions," he said, turning to a blank page.

Virgil was completely silent. Logan looked up.

"Virgil?"

Still, no answer. The little vampire in the jar was staring in Logan's direction, an odd expression on his face.

"Virgil?" Logan questioned again. He lifted his hand, and Virgil's eyes followed it. "What's the matter?"

Suddenly, Roman knew. "Logan, you giant nerdy fool," he said, snatching Logan's pencil away.

"Hey!" Logan protested, reaching for it. Roman held it above his head.

"Now, now, Logan," he chided. "This is a very pointy piece of wood, and that is a very little vampire. No wonder he's frightened."

Logan gave him a confused look for a few seconds before remembering a common thread in most vampire lore. The stake. He sighed and got up. "I'll get a pen."

Roman threw the pencil at him as he departed.

Now that Logan and his pencil were gone, Virgil seemed to unfreeze. He looked up at the other two, wary but not completely terrified.

"I have a question too!" Patton said. "Am I going to turn into a vampire?"

Virgil blinked at him in bewilderment, and Patton gazed back. Finally, Virgil said, "What?"

"You bit me," Patton reminded him. Virgil nodded slowly. "Is it going to turn me into a vampire too?"

Virgil looked up at him for several more moments. Realizing that Patton was serious, he shook his head. "No."

"That's a relief," Roman said, his shoulders relaxing.

"I think being a bat would be fun," Patton countered with a small pout.

"You hate the sight of blood," Roman reminded him gently.

Logan came back with a pen and sat down in his chair again. Virgil eyed him warily, but didn't look nearly as terrified as before.

"Hi, Virgil," Logan said gently.

After a pause, Virgil answered, "Hi."

"I have some questions for you," Logan said, uncapping the pen.

Virgil frowned. "What kind of questions?" he asked.

"Oh, all sorts," Logan said. "You're the first vampire I've ever met, and the lore is generally contradictory, so of course I'm curious."

Virgil didn't say go ahead, but he didn't say no, either.

"Why did you bite Patton?" Logan began.

The tiny vampire curled up tighter around himself in the jar, looking like he wanted to become even smaller. "I'm sorry!" he cried. "I was starving."

Logan realized the problem. "It’s okay," he said gently. "We're not going to punish you." Virgil looked up warily, and Logan gave him a careful smile. "Are you still starving?"

Virgil shook his head.

"That's good." Logan made a note. "When did you last eat? Before you bit Patton last night, I mean."

There was a pause as Virgil concentrated, trying to remember. Then, he finally said, "Two… two days."

Logan was taken aback. Virgil hadn't just been very hungry, he'd been literally starving. "Are you still hungry now?"

After a moment’s hesitation, the vampire nodded. Logan frowned thoughtfully. He’d used the smallest of Patton’s shot glasses (amusingly, they had never held alcohol while in Patton’s possession, though they had frequently been filled with jello), which held about an ounce, and filled it half full. So the vampire had gotten roughly a tablespoon of blood. Certainly, he would need more than his usual serving size while recovering from almost starving to death, but how much did he usually drink, and how much more would he need now?

"Do you know how much blood you drink on an average day?" Logan asked. Virgil stared at him for a moment, then shook his head. Oh well. It had been worth a try.

Logan moved on to his next question. "Will Patton suffer any ill effects from being bitten?"

"He already told us I'm not going to turn into a vampire," Patton chimed in.

"Good," Logan said with relief. He continued to watch Virgil, waiting for his answer. "Any other ill effects?"

"I-I don't know," the little vampire stuttered. "I don't… I don't think so? He should be fine."

As he wrote that down, Logan made a mental note to keep an eye on Patton's health in the coming days anyway. "We've been making sure to keep you out of the sunlight," Logan continued. "That's why all the blinds are drawn and it's so dim in here. Can you confirm that this is necessary?"

Almost before Logan had finished the question, Virgil was nodded quickly, his eyes wide and panicked.

"Alright, no sunlight for you," Logan said, making a note.

"What… what time is it?" Virgil asked warily. And a bit wearily too, Logan noticed.

Logan looked to the clock, but Roman beat him to it. "Noonish," he said. "Sleepy?"

Virgil nodded, and Patton declared, "Lo, no more questions for a while. He needs sleep!" Turning to the jar, he asked kindly, "How do you usually sleep?"

"Hanging from my feet in a cave."

"Not in a coffin?" Roman asked, and got a confused look in return.

Logan couldn't resist one more question. "Patton mentioned that you were a bat earlier," he said. "Can you change easily back and forth? Do you prefer to sleep in bat form?"

Virgil nodded to both questions.

Logan nodded thoughtfully, eyeing the jar. "I imagine it's not very comfortable in there," he said, and saw Virgil shake his head. Logan paused, thinking about what he wanted to say next and doing his best to not be too blunt about it. "We don't know you well enough to trust you out loose yet," he said at last. "But perhaps we could make you more comfortable."

"Dragon's old terrarium is bigger than that jar," Roman offered. "It's no cave, but you can hook your toes in the mesh lid, and I can drape a blanket on top so it's dark."

"What's a… a turr-air-um?" Virgil asked cautiously.

"A glass box," Roman explained, gesturing the size with his hands. "It used to have a bunch of rocks in it for my lizard, Dragon, but I moved them all to his new terrarium and it's empty now."

Virgil looked between the three of them for several long moments. Finally, he said, "Okay."

Roman ran off to get the terrarium. While he was away, the two humans left looked in at the wee vampire, who gazed back out at them. He looked far less frightened than he had before, but still nervous. Patton gave him a comforting smile.

"Virgil," Logan said, and the vampire's gaze snapped back to him. "If you will move to the other end of the jar, I'll refill that glass for you."

It was impressive how fast Virgil could move.

Logan opened the jar, careful not to tilt it, and took the shot glass out. As he closed the jar again, he warned gently, "Patton, you're going to want to look away again."

Patton gave him a wide eyed glance, and then turned his face studiously to the wall.

Logan got the first aid kit out again before removing the bandage from his finger. The injury had sealed itself, but it only took a bit of prodding to get it to start bleeding again. Logan held his finger over the shot glass and let it drip.

"How hungry are you, Virgil?" he asked. The vampire tore his eyes away from the shot glass to fix them on Logan's face instead.

"A lot."

"If I were to fill this as full as it was before, could you drink it all?"

Virgil's nod was immediate.

"If I filled it to the brim?"

This time Virgil's nod was less immediate, but only by a fraction of a second.

Logan squeezed his finger to make it bleed faster. Before long, the shot glass was nearly full, and Logan adjusted his grip, now applying pressure to slow the bleeding instead. A few last drops fell into the glass, and Logan wrapped his finger back up. Once it was secure, he put his forearm over the top of the jar to hold it still and unscrewed the lid with his uninjured hand. Last time, Roman had opened the jar for him, but Logan wasn't about to ask Patton to do it. He set the shot glass, filled nearly to the brim, inside the jar. Although Vigil was eyeing Logan's blood hungrily, he stayed back at the base of the jar until Logan had pulled his hand away, and for that he was thankful. Logan refastened the lid and pulled back.

"Bon appetit," he said, throwing away the older, bloodied bandage. "Patton, I'm bandaged, but don't look at Virgil yet."

"'M not looking," Patton said, his voice quivering slightly. He kept his back towards Virgil's jar.

Virgil darted over to the cup of blood, drinking it just as quickly as before. Logan wanted to tell him to slow down, but he doubted that the vampire would listen.

When Virgil had about half drained the glass, Roman returned with the terrarium in his arms and a folded blanket tucked under one arm. "It was under some stuff," he explained. Then he saw Patton's tense form, and what Virgil was doing. "Oh." Roman set his load on the table and knelt in front of Patton, taking his hands.

Patton immediately relaxed a bit, smiling at him, and Roman felt his heart warm.

"Hey, Pat," Roman whispered.

"Hi," Patton whispered back.

"Doing okay?"

Patton nodded, if a little shakily. "It's just a lot," he said.

"Yeah, I get it," Roman said soothingly. "Don't look at him. Just look at me. Okay?"

"Okay."

Roman smiled up at him. Not his charming grin or his dazzling, 'look at me, I'm so great' smile, but the soft, vulnerable smile that only Patton and Logan got to see. The one that said, "I love you, so much. If you ask me to, I will battle a dragon-witch to the death for you. But, even greater than that, I will make you soup when you're sick, I will hold your hand when you are afraid, I will sit beside you when you're lonely, and I will hold you tight and never let you go."

Patton looked back into Roman's eyes, and he felt safe. "Thank you," he whispered.

Roman squeezed Patton's hands. "Of course."

After several long seconds, Logan announced, "Patton, it's safe to look."

Slowly, Patton turned. Sure enough, the shot glass was empty and licked clean. There wasn't even a single drop of blood on Virgil's face. (there had been, several in fact, but he had gotten it all into his stomach now.)

Virgil looked across at the glass box Roman had brought. Pointing, he asked, "Is that the turrium?"

"Terrarium," Logan said. "Yes."

Roman took the lid off. Then he hesitated. Just like last night, he didn't want to touch the vampire, again concerned about being bitten. But on the other hand, he didn't want to just let Virgil transport himself from one container to the other. He looked pleadingly at Logan, hoping he would know what to do.

Logan did know what to do. Or at least, he had an idea. He got up, getting a clean hand towel from the drawer. "Virgil," he said gently, crouching by the jar. "We're going to have to move you now. I promise to be very gentle, and I won't even handle you directly, alright?"

Virgil looked a lot less wary than he had earlier, but he still seemed a bit afraid. "Can't I just fly over?" he asked hesitantly.

"No, sorry," Logan said. "The whole trust thing again. We would have no way to guarantee you'd actually go to the terrarium, rather than flying off or attacking one of us."

"W-well, I don't have a guarantee you won't… crush me, or something!" Virgil protested, his worried face turned upwards.

That made Logan pause. The little vampire had a point. He set the towel aside. "Mutual risk?" he offered. "I can carry you in my hand; I'll promise not to squeeze you, and you promise not to bite me."

Virgil shuddered, but he agreed to it. Roman opened the jar for Logan, and Logan carefully slid his hand in through the opening. Virgil took a step away at first, but then stood still and allowed Logan to wrap his hand around him. Carefully, Logan picked him up and brought him out.

It was astounding. If he didn't consider himself obligated to move the vampire to the other container without undue pause, Logan would have been severely tempted to simply hold him for several minutes, marveling over the way the tiny man felt in his hand. The vampire was looking quite anxious, however, and Logan lowered him into the terrarium, releasing him at the bottom. Roman put the lid on almost before Logan had taken his hand out.

"Hang on," Logan said, grabbing the towel. He lifted the lid and dropped it in. "For a soft surface. You can hide in it if you want, or make a nest, or use it as a blanket."

Virgil approached the towel, touching it with one hand. "Thank you," he said softly.

"Where are we going to put his tank?" Patton asked. "Back in the bathroom?"

"How about the coat closet?" Roman suggested. "It's nice and dark in there, and we don't actually use it this time of year."

They all looked back at Virgil, who flinched a little. Realizing they wanted his opinion, though, he asked, "Can I still have a blanket on top? In case of sunlight?"

"Of course," Logan said, grabbing the blanket Roman had brought.

"Then okay."

"Shall we check back around sunset?" Logan asked, unfolding the blanket to drape it over Virgil's terrarium.

"Yes."

With the terrarium covered in case of any sunbeams in their path, Roman carried it to the coat closet and set it on the floor.

"Okay little guy, you're all set," he said. "Sleep well."

There was silence from within the tank, and Roman stood up. Then, as he was turning to go, "Thank you."

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Chapter 5: What Happened at Sunset

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genogenocrazycatman · 5 years ago

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Good Night Sleep Tight Don’t Let the Bats Bite - Chapter 13: Forgiveness

Good Night Sleep Tight Don’t Let the Bats Bite [Archive of Our Own, FanFiction.Net]

Characters: Bruce Wayne/Batman, Dick Grayson/Nightwing, Jason Todd/Red Hood, Tim Drake/Red Robin, Damian Wayne/Robin, Alfred Pennyworth, Original Female Characters, Original Characters,

A collection of fics about members of the Batfam and sleep. Dick’s jealous of a Pillow, Jason’s pissed at a plushie version of Nightwing, Tim finally understands how his family feels and Damian plays midwife to a horse.

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Bruce, I forgive you for not saving me.

The words echoed in Bruce’s head, keeping him awake. Being awake at this hour wasn’t unusual, but the fact that he wasn’t able to focus on any of his cases was. Despite all of his efforts to concentrate, he couldn’t. Every time he thought that he cleared his mind of that sentence, it came back with more impact than the time before.

He couldn’t believe it, couldn’t process it, couldn’t make sense of it.

This inability to comprehend a simple sentence was why he was sitting in the living room in the wee hours of the morning, watching the fire as it flickered in its place.

“Bruce, what the hell are you doing?”

Bruce looked away from the fire towards the entry way, where Avery, the older of Alfred’s two daughters was standing, having just come home after her shift as front desk supervisor at the Royal Plaza Hotel.

Avery, unlike her sister had nor quarrels about her father’s role in the Wayne household and had spent many of her school breaks visiting the manor. More recently, she had opted to move to America to get closer to her father, but getting set up was a difficult process and she refused Bruce’s help monetarily, so until she could get a real job and find a suitable house, she was working at the hotel and living in the manor.

“Just couldn’t sleep,” he answered. “Why are you up?” he asked.

“I just got home.” She eyed him skeptically. That was a pretty obvious observation and Bruce, Batman, had just missed it entirely.

“Lily got the flu, and I didn’t have anyone else to cover, so I had to go in and holy shit, you must be really bothered by something.” She sat down on the couch, kicking off her heels and putting her feet up on the table. “What’s going on?” she asked.

“It’s nothing. You should get some rest. You’ve had a long night.”

Avery groaned, annoyed. “Bruce, we’ve been over this. This whole emotionally constipated brooding boy bullshit isn’t healthy, and it’s only attractive to fourteen year old girls. Talk.”

Bruce sighed. Avery was nothing if not persistent. She was very good at reading people. Even with all of his training it was unlikely that he would be able to lie to her. He could outwait her, if he really tried, but he wouldn’t. He never did.

Alfred took care of everyone in the manor, and while he was no slouch, when it came to mental care, he had nothing on Avery. She was like the unofficial Bat Shrink.

“I’m sure Alfred has made you aware that Red Hood has finally revealed his identity.”

She nodded. Her father hadn’t told her who. Bruce had made it very clear that he didn’t want any of the other members of the family knowing yet.

“It’s Jason.”

Her eyes widened and her mouth flopped open for a second, before she closed it. Once the shock passed, she let out a wry laugh. “Well, if I was gonna put money on which of your kids would tell Death itself to bugger off, I would’ve put it on Jaybird.”

Bruce managed a small smile at that.

“What happened?” she asked.

“He forgave me,” Bruce answered.

Avery nodded. That wasn’t exactly what she had expected, but it did fall in line with Jason’s personality.

“For not saving him,” he elaborated.

“Well, there wasn’t-“

“But I could have done something! I should have. If I had-“

“Just been faster?” Avery supplied. “Just realized it sooner? Let me guess. If only you had known then what you know now?”

Bruce didn’t respond, shooting her a hard look.

“You’ll kill yourself thinking that way. It doesn’t help anything.”

“I used to be a lifeguard,” she continued. “When I was in California for University. It was easy money. I was fairly good at it, then one day I lost a girl.

“We were busy, probably too busy. We were down a guard, and had a lot going on. She was six, and she fell in. I didn’t even hear her. I was busy yelling at some kids, who were running on the deck. Then her mother screamed, and I saw her shadow at the bottom.

“I jumped in. I pulled her out, and I worked on her. I did CPR, until the paramedics got there, but I was too late.

“There was an investigation, and they found that there was nothing us guards could’ve done. I wasn’t at fault. They commended me for my efforts and put me back to work. I spent every second replaying that day, how I could’ve changed it, where I messed up, what I could’ve done differently.

“One day, while I was working, a woman came in, and it took me a minute to recognize her. It was the girl’s mother. She came in and thanked me. Thanked me for trying so hard to save her daughter. I failed. I fucked up. She lost her kid, because of me and she thanked me.

“You know why?”

Bruce remained silent.

“Because she recognized that I did the best that I would in the situation, that there was nothing more that I could’ve done, that it was out of my control. And that is why Jason forgave you. Jason understands what it feels like when the circumstances are out of control more than anyone. Jason realized that you did everything that you could. Jason realizes that you cared, and that’s more than most people in his life have ever done.”

Avery knew that Bruce needed time to process her words. She headed up to her room. She changed out of her work uniform into her pajamas and grabbed the novel she was reading, before heading back downstairs. She went and grabbed a bottle of wine for herself and a glass and returned to where Bruce was still sitting.

She went to the bar cart and poured Bruce a scotch, handing it to him, before sitting down. “Drink, it’ll help you go to sleep, or you can go until you blackout, whichever comes first.”

She sat down with her wine and book and got comfy.

“Thank you, Avery,” Bruce finally said after a while, sipping at the drink in his hand.

Avery nodded. “You’re welcome.”

The two sat in silence, until finally Bruce stood up. “You should head to bed soon,” he said. “You’ve had a long day.”

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yooncutiee · 5 years ago

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I could feel my nerves pulse against my body as I tell hobi what I've been dying to avoid "shit hobi I think I'm fucking In Love with him," I whisper it out enough for hobi to hear me.

Genres: romance, mystery, horror,

MAIN CHARACTERS AND SHIPS: Taehyung, jungkook, jimin, suga, Namjoon, Jin, hobi.

Vkook, yoonmin, namjin.

Wattpad: yooncuteie

~ CHAPTER 1 ~

~ NIGHTMARE ~

~ Taehyung POV~

I could feel my nerves pulse against my body as I tell hobi what I've been dying to avoid "shit hobi I think I'm fucking In Love with him," I whisper it out enough for hobi to hear me.

Hobi takes a deep breathe in before responding " I knew you couldn't handle what you got yourself into without feeling something"

"What i got myself into?"

He scoffs "don't play dumb"

He was right. I wasn't forced into this. I wanted it. Needed it. And jungkook was nice enough to offer it to me.

"Friends with benefits isn't exactly what I was planning to have with him" I say as I gaze my eyes out the car window of a Honda Civic, that was probably as old as my great grandpa was. It took too much effort for me to roll down the window using it's almost broke off handle. for hopes of fresh clean air. The air was cool against my sweaty forehead. Sinking more into my seat I turn to look at hobi driving while his right hand rests on my left thigh.

"How do you think he feels?" He asks me while eyes clued to the road ahead of us.

"Shit if I know" I mumble in annoyance.

"Well... guess" he chuckles

I shift in my seat, glaring at the headboard "he can handle me with such care sometimes I think he might actually feel something for me other then see me as a sex toy" my hand brushes along my sleeve. I pull on a thread to calm my nerves "Sometimes I feel like I'm his whole world.."

My heart swells up with hope at my own words. Knowing a possibility of it might be true. But in this life everything comes with a price. And I'd be damned if I let myself have this much hope.

"That's good, Right?" Hobi turns to look at me with worried eyes. Hand squeezing my left thigh in hopes to comfort me.

That's when the world suddenly stops. Everything around me losing its purpose as my heartbeat slows down and all I see next is two tail lights covering my entire existence. I didn't know that night would be the beginning of my end.

~ 1 year later ~

I walked around helpless in a dark forest struggling to keep my balance as I made my way down a cleared path being illuminated by the moon. My only source of light to be used. My dream I was so certain I was having right now, as I did almost every night since I stop talking my medication that's supposed to make me normal again. But it only kept me at the surface. Barley breathing, but enough to survive.

I made my way through the clear path to come up to a big tree with red leafs. The sky turned pitch black as I looked up to see the moon be covered in darkness. That was when the blood came. Flowing through the cracks of the tree branch's. As it came closer to my feet I heard the screams. His screams. They flooded my ears like the blood at my feet going higher and higher. I stopped breathing. Stopped thinking, as I was swallowed by its darkness. As I was swallowed by my end.

That's when I always wake up.

I jumped up out of my sleep from another nightmare. Sweat was dripping from my forehead. "Damn it!" I cuss under my breath.

I pull my covers away and stumble my way to the bathroom located in the corner of my room. I switch the lights on and stare at my reflection.

I looked like shit. Felt like it too.

I turn the water faucet on to fill my hands with water and splash it on my face. rubbing my eyes harshly in hopes it wakes me up more. Deciding to reach out to open a small box laying out on the counter for easy access. taking out my prescription of medication that keeps the bad thoughts away.

But the bad thoughts never go away.

I get out two pills and pop them into my mouth and swallowed them dry. going back to my room and reaching for my phone on the night stand.

the time was 3:25 am. I suddenly had that sick feeling of dread. Too nervous to sleep alone tonight I swipe up on my phone and press a number on my contact listed as "kookie"

Will he even answer?

I hear four buzzing sounds on the other end as I wait for jungkook to pick up.

"Hello?" He sounds worried.

I hesitate at first but mange to say

"Hey kookie I need you"

He goes silent on the other line for what feels like hours but was only 10 seconds.

"O-okay tae I'll be there in....Like 10 minutes" stumbling over his words as if he is drunk.

I wouldn't be surprised if he was. Maybe at some club having a fuck or a drink to drown himself in.

I start to hear loud noises in the back and music bumping loudly on the other side of the phone. and already know one of my suspicions was right.

He breathes down the other line as a low voice comes through "dont you dare do anything stupid, I'll be there just hang tight" he waits for my response.

"I promise kookie I won't.. just come" I bite down on my lip to calm myself down. He hangs up the phone after my response. I put my phone back on the night stand and lay in bed waiting for him.

After a year of the accident we haven't made any process on our "friends with benefits" relationship. I shut down completely and never confessed my feelings. Telling him I needed time. He waited for me but not long enough. Half a year he waited before he went back to his old habits. I couldn't blame him. I was too broken for even him to fix.

Still no matter what, he was always there for me. like a security blanket. He was my security blanket.

After my many failed attempts of ending my life he was extra careful with me. Never leaving my sight.

He was the only one to understand me. He knew what I was going through because he too was going through it. He was one of the cars that crashed into us. The others were a hit and run. It broke me when I and jungkook were the only survivors. hobi had been my best friend since the first grade. He was family. Now he was gone.

Jungkook had became the closest thing I had to a best friend after hobi.

The others were fucked up by everything that we all drifted apart.

Jimin was absolutely devastated when hobi died. Fuck! We all were. But jimin was with him for 2 whole years. Planning a whole life together. That hits different.

Jin graduated that year and left never looking back. His brother was everything to him. Their mom took her own life after she was left alone, grieving her dead son while her cheating husband who left her for a young slut not even a month after his sons death. Maybe he thought she could fill the void he that hobi left in him.

Namjoon drowned himself in school work. Never batting an eye to us. Said he was too busy. Needed to work on his future and not worry about the dead.

Yoongi was... well he fell off the face of the earth. I pass him by through the halls but nothing more

We all lost something that night of the accident. Some more then others.

Breathing in a big gulp of air I hear a small knock on my window door. A smile spreads on my lips as I get up to open my window. Jungkook jumps over and into my room. There was a black framed full sized bed in the middle of the room, a night stand beside it and a small desk with a bookshelf. Quite small and messy but comfortable.

Jungkook grabs my waist while he stares me down "how are you?" He breathes out. Making sure to be quiet so my parents don't hear.

"I'm okay just tired" saying as I rub his forearm with my thumb.

"Any bad thoughts?" He grab my face in his hand to lift my eyes to his.

"No... not as bad as usual" I managed to say without choking back a sob. My eyes were getting watery and my head felt intense pressure. I bite my lip to calm myself down again.

This Shit happens everytime!

He puts his forehead to mine for a few seconds before speaking and wipes awaya tear waiting to fall from my eye. "hey- it's okay if you did, I'm here now"

I smile at his response, feeling a jolt of love and affection as always "thank you kookie"

"Today I was thinking of him... today" he sounded in pain and regret.

"Oh.." I decided not to pursue jungkook into talking more about it. I didn't want to think about. Didn't want to feel it anymore.

I was stuck. Always stuck.

He sighs against my face, only inches apart. He lends back, eyes moving to my bed. He tugs at my arm and lends me to the bed

"well let's sleep then?" Pulling the sheets away to make room for us. I sink into the bed while he makes his way in a position to spoon me.

I will never get tired of this.

His warmth. His breathe against my neck as he hugs me close. My heartbeat stays calm for now.

"I w- wish I could have done more that night" he says against my ear as he plays with my hair.

"The night of the accident?" I ask confused.

"Yes... I just-"

I grab hold of his hand that wraps around me and lock it in mine "it's okay kookie you couldn't have done more, it's not your fault"

"Okay" he lends deeper into my neck

"You won't have anymore nightmares with me" he whispers against my skin.

Feeling calm and secure in jungkook's arms, I hum a response as I fall in a deep sleep.

But the nightmares never go away because they are my reality.

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punkscowardschampions · 6 years ago

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Jimmy & Janis

Poor Pablo

Jimmy: You here? Janis: standing to attention, like Janis: what's up? Jimmy: Can I stay at yours tonight like? Janis: 'Course, my Dad already extended the offer when he was trying to parent me lol Janis: Yours doing your head in? Jimmy: Seriously though? I'll sleep in the bath and try not to have Skerries flashbacks. Give a shit Jimmy: Yeah Janis: You don't have to Janis: though I've been told its comfier than you'd imagine if you're feeling it Janis: What's his damage...not ideal they had to call the parentals in but it is just detention, not a court date, y'know? Janis: I'd have figured out a way to take all the blame if I knew he'd go off Janis: Wank bank fantasy getting outta hand in the stalls? 🤔😉 Jimmy: It's an excuse for him to get at me, that's it Jimmy: Doesn't really matter what the drama is Jimmy: 😍 Proper romantic you 💕 Janis: Yeah Janis: Suppose it'd make a nice change to have you as the bad guy for once, eh? Janis: fuck that though Janis: Who me? Janis: never Jimmy: What d'you mean 😎👎💔 Jimmy: I'm so bad Janis: Very bad boy, NOT bad guy, waaaaaay different vibe Janis: Silly Jimmy: Good save Janis: Not a goalie or a superhero Janis: but Janis: 💪 Jimmy: 🏆 Jimmy: What time can I come over? Freezing here casually Janis: Come over now idiot Janis: Be doing me a favour anyway, be your charming self so I can escape the fam Jimmy: Done Jimmy: Want me to bring you anything? I'm thinking chips but no pressure Janis: Quite the offer Janis: but no need Janis: there's always so much food going in this gaff Janis: may as well help yourself Jimmy: Yeah? Jimmy: Alright Jimmy: I'm just gonna get Cass to bring me some stuff out #doorstepdrama Jimmy: Like fuck am I gonna come back here any earlier than needs Janis: That's fun 😒 free entertainment for the neighbours, nice one 👍 Janis: at least Cass'll get a kick out of helping the outcast hero Janis: Best to let him have his paddy, yeah, he'll be begging you back when he can't figure out where the kid's school shoes are Jimmy: I wouldn't bother but I need my charger in case Bobby can't sleep. Cass shouldn't have to handle that on her own Jimmy: She's be the definition of #buzzing for this part at least Jimmy: Maybe Twix'll shit in his shoes this time, 'cause bitch be loyal Janis: Shame you can't bring them both but kidnap would technically be something to shout about Janis: They'll be alright though, she's a tough cookie and a smart kid Janis: Get Grace to facetime him a bedtime story, he'd love that and she'd feel like she's doing jackanory, like Janis: We can only hope girl comes thru Jimmy: He'll take her up on that if I don't. Boy is 💕 for Gracie Jimmy: You're not about to get off light though, Cass wants to hear from you that I'm alright Jimmy: My word isn't worth a damn apparently Janis: She ain't offering for you! Even if you're currently in her good books for taking a 🔥 photo, like Janis: Still not good enough to be her fave 🤷 Janis: Tough ground Janis: Well, she's got you there, you're not the best at using 'em 😏 100% taking the fact I'm being considered the reliable one for once Jimmy: You win this round Jimmy: Don't get too comfy with it though Jimmy: I am on my way Janis: S'lonely at the top Janis: Get on my level, boy 🥇 Jimmy: 🎻 Janis: rude Janis: biting the hand that feeds Jimmy: Learning from your true love like Janis: I won't stand such slander on her good name Janis: she's a revenge shitter only not a biter 😂 Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: I'm having a smoke, you joining me or am I coming knocking? Janis: Lungs won't thank me but Pablo would if he knew how close he was to getting a smackdown Janis: Save me some I'm running Jimmy: *He took it easy on this one (not for her sake, you snooze you lose, mate) having been puffing away consistently since he slammed the door on his dad's ranting 'cause he'd needed to calm down. Or shut down. Naturally, it crept up on him, as persistent, which is why he's here, huddled in another cold doorway, waiting for a distraction that'll have him forgetting the barney his dad started days before and wasn't done with yet. Argumentative prick. Jimmy was happy to let Janis have that win, the only where he wouldn't (and couldn't) compete being in this, in drowning out the shit with something that isn't. There's no hiding the smile when he sees her, if the shadows do let him get away with it, they won't for long 'cause he's closing the gap between them instantly, refusing as much of the space as he can without giving himself away for doing it as he passes the cigarette over.* Janis: *She takes the cigarette like its second-nature, kiss on his cheek, feeling the familiar dimple of his smile, like they are too. Far from it on both counts. She's not a smoker, she needs her lungs clear and strong. And she's not in love, same reasons for her heart. Simple as. Still, she could enjoy the benefits of both without committing, couldn't she? Why not. It's not like she's faking either, just...dipping her toes. Only likely to incur minor damage, she reckoned she could take that and still get away laughing. Sure. Long drag before passing it back because without needing to even look his way, (though she did regardless, studious expression taking in his tight, stressed as shit, posture right now), she knew he needed it more. Janis jogs her legs up and down, 'brring' in the cold Winter night air.* You alright then? *She adds, as if they're just meeting on her doorstep by chance, not for reason. She smirks, shaking her head at herself, nudging his side.* Jimmy: *With the cigarette back between his fingers and the girl by his side he gets what he needs, the familiarity a reminder that this is his normal, not what he rushed to leave behind. To pick up his girlfriend for dinner his dad will have to drop this, rely on moody silence to show how he really feels and his own fakery, in this woman's company, for what he thinks he should. They all know how to handle the first, years under their belts, and the second idea's even more temporary. Fuck it. Jimmy could make a single cigarette last longer than his dad's current relationships, and had done, sometimes. Not this one though. Nah. He wasn't the dickhead to keep his girlfriend shivering while he pissed about blowing smoke in the dark. He took a final drag before flicking it away to meet Janis's contact with his own, using his now free hand to gently brush a loose curl from her cheek.* Yeah, mate, you? Janis: *Janis scrunches her nose up, batting his hand away, mix of bashfulness and banter, blown with a raspberry. Turns out, sex is alright, stunning review there, indescribably better than alright obviously but- its the smaller, everyday moments of intimacy, that had flown under her radar when she wasn't receiving them, that she still finds herself flinching from, or covering up said flinch with some kind of bullshit she finds it easier to wear, to shoulder.* Fine. *She blurts out, flustered and being a little sharp with it. Get it together. More jokes, forever skirting around serious, not getting too real or too deep 'cos they both know there's no coming back and why ruin it and- She peers at him, like he's a dog in Crufts, pretending to shine a torn in his eyes, checking his teeth, that kinda shit.* Hmm, healthy enough specimen. Gonna give me anything else to give to your Sister though, like? Dunna if 'yeah' is gonna get her off the phone in a hurry, to be honest. Not that I give a shit, or nothin', don't get it twisted. *She grins, turning to the door and then back again, lingering, reluctant to open the door yet, knowing they'd get descended upon by someone almost immediately. All fun and games. Still, there wasn't a world in which she was gonna turn him down and have him out on the street, like. No way.* Jimmy: *He plays along as though it's still a game and why not? He's just admitted to himself how used to fakery he is, being a family trait like, with both of them for him to thank. Not that he's sparing a thought for his mum, first or second. Not now. He told himself no more slips with the girl beside him and meant that just as much. More. It's easier to stick to on every level, and he does, ruffling her hair fully when he gets the chance. Eyebrows raised and an expression of his own ready to wear. This, he can keep up all night, same as the exaggerated huff that he let's escape, like a Twix snore, into the night along with the shrug that follows.* Use your skills, throw in as many hashtags as it takes to put her at ease. Throw in a selfie if she still isn't convinced. Me sleeping sound should do it. * He's joking but not wrong for it, not able to remember a time when he fell asleep before the other two. Cass'd be beyond 'shook' to even see a fake out of him getting a good forty winks. Jimmy smirks through the thought, forcing it to pass.* You got this, girl* He retorts it in the best mimicry of how Mia and that crowd speaks that his accent can do, wincing slightly both at the impression and idea of them being around. Still, he claws some of his 'clout' back with a challenging look that adds 'What else have you got.' 'cause who are they if there's not a challenge ongoing. As if to emphasis this, he goes towards the door himself, pushing it open with more daring than he actually feels. * Gonna invite me in then, or what? Janis: *She kisses her teeth angrily, full on 'boy, if you don't stop-' vibes, planting a balled fist in his stomach, gentle warning like, no need to assault him before the family saw to it with their over-the-top nature and curiosity. She knew it would but it was getting to her more than she imagined even. The cooing and awwing or the piss-taking and wink-wink nudge-nude of it all, whatever approach they took, why did they have to? What business was it of theirs? Of anyones? Why did there always have to be a song and dance about everything? The hot takes she'd never ask for. Ruined everything. Why did they care? About this? About her? Just fuck right off. Messy. Too messy. Family, feelings- fuck it all. She used to kid herself, couple of years ago, when it happened, that she'd move out as soon as she could and that'd be it. They'd leave her alone. And she could just exist. Run, sleep and repeat. And that is all she'd have to do. No thinking or feeling ever. But she knew better now. They weren't just going to disappear, even if she changed postcodes. Even Edie couldn't manage that. And she had really tried. The others didn't want to. So she was stuck. Here in the land of the living. Forced to participate, like it or not. Then Jim had come along. Made her like it, a little bit, like. And he'd made her think maybe she could add to her shortlist of approved activities. But let her think about that for too long and she always came to the same conclusion; that she was a fucking idiot and it'd all end in tears. She sighed, overexaggerating it last minute to pretend it was in reply to his showy huffing and puffing.* Not my skill-set, kid. You were always better at it than me. Not just the snappin', like. Right up until you jumped ship for a pretty face, #commitment. *She laughs.* But for Cass, I'll see what I can do. *Cringing at the accent-attempt and gasping in mock-horror at the invocation of Mia and co. (as if say their names three times and they'll appear to tell you your outfit is ugly) she puts a finger to his lips, pushing him behind her at the same time so she can lead the way in too.* Ta-dah! *She flourishes, with a shrug to say 'you asked for this' 'cos there was no hiding now. The downstairs open-plan, parentals unconvincingly 'busying' themselves in the kitchen. Iggy, Diego, Gus and (thank fuck, 'cos we know who's the likeliest to be a prick here) Pablo so far unaccounted for, Grace watching telly, curled up with her phone as per. Janis was ready to bolt up to her room, not so much as a hello but reckoned Jimmy wouldn't want the rep of being her 'rude boyfriend' (as concerned as he was with opinion clearly, bless) so she shouts out 'Jim's here', eyes on the stairs, giving them five seconds to respond before she was up 'em, like.* Jimmy: *The house makes him feel the same as it did the first time he was here once he's through the door again, thankfully though the urge to whistle is muted today, full of sobriety as he is, in every sense. He knew her family weren't renters in over their heads like his from day 1, it isn't just that like. He isn't just some reverse snob, it's everything here they haven't had to buy, and he couldn't if he had armfuls of cash. The 'vibe' he'd probably call it if he was Grace or her crowd. Still, he nods at everyone about as if it's common place for him to him to be greeted by a warmth that's nowt to do with temperature.* Evening. *He's got his smile back on but Jimmy's hand is scratching the back of his neck before he can stop it giving him away and all he can do is 'reckon' on Janis being too caught up on her own family dynamics to call him out for his lack of. That's the real #goals, isn't it? He thinks to himself, trying to shake these feelings off him without moving. Or sighing. You massive dickhead. Grace waves at him without looking up from her phone screen, a slice of his home life #relatable enough he can follow her sister's gaze with a decent smirk and a readiness to deal with what's gonna come down. Need's must had him here in the first place, alright, but now he's made it as far as asking to be let in, he'd like to stay. Not only be a grumpy twat Janis is stuck with, but a laugh she wants to stay about. In her gaff and out of it. When nobody immediately appears he heads up himself, not forgetting her insistence to lead the way before, he looks over his shoulder at her, obvious with it that's there's nowt for her to do now but keep up.* Unlucky, mate. You're not getting off that easy, we've got a whole night ahead. Janis: *Janis is holding herself rigid, eyes fixed as tight and strong on her parents letting them know in no uncertain terms to behave...and they did? Leaving it at cheery hellos and promises of dinner being done in about half an hour if they fancied it. Hm. First time for everything. Letting disbelief at their ability to be normal for once in their friggin' lives (where had this been all the other times she'd begged them/the universe for it?!) carry her up the stairs behind Jim. She let him flounder in the burrow-like corridors of upstairs, so different to the openness of the downstairs, that'll teach you to go ahead, boy, she thought with a smirk, now pushing in front with arms wide open.* Pick a door, any door! *She laughed, heading to her own before he actually did, not knowing who was in.* Welcome to my humble-abode... *She added, as they were over the threshold, kicking her gym bag, over-spilling with laundry, aside. She sat down on her unmade bed to assess, from outsiders, from his, eyes. Not here enough anymore that it was critically messy, that was good; old posters covering up old holes in the plaster from older anger, nothing cringe, thankfully but- It was a bit sad, to be honest...bare, lacking...anything, personality, life. She sighed. Red-faced from embarrassment and redder still from anger at feeling that embarrassment. She didn't care about herself, yeah. And what? And what is that her room said as much in no uncertain terms and having him see it was just- well. Shaming. Time for a joke.* If this setting don't get you in the mood, I don't know what will. Jimmy: *10 kids, he reminds himself, when he reaches the top and is met with an upstairs that belongs to a different house. That disconnect continues, growing, when Janis opens one of the doors in the maze. Hers. He's got no room to judge, none of his house looks lived in yet, as if Cass can protest having to by refusing to help unpack, knowing he doesn't have (or want to make, 'cause there's enough stuff in there for it to be boring, but then there's what's missing too, which is worse. Depressing.) the time to tackle the unopened box on his own after months. He isn't. Judging, that is. But he can't stop himself looking about, eyes focusing again on what there is, and isn't. What it means. And doesn't. Fuck. What a pair, they are like. Jimmy has to say something, silence will have her thinking all kinds of shit that isn't right. Least of all that he's a twat. Which, sort of is. He's equipped to be that though, which is something. He can easily grin at her, fall into simple, old habits. Banter by numbers that'll be #nodrama for her to throw back at him. 'Cause whatever his dad might think right now, he's not the dickhead trying to make everything harder. Why would he? The day to day shit already has that covered. So he aims his biggest 'heart eyes' at her, from the earliest days of their fakery, hiding any real expression in the over-the-topness of it all, for her as much as him (he tells himself, without needing much convincing with the blush spotted. It isn't thanks his charms, they both know. But in a second they can pretend it's his cringe factor.)* Only got eyes for you, babe. We could be anywhere. *Still, even as he's mocking himself with mimicking throwing up in his mouth, before she can, naturally, passed that, somewhere real he's deciding that should she suggest getting out of here to elsewhere tonight he's not about to fight it. Wherever they end up. #nocringe. It'd be too much of a lie to act like asking to come here was too much and everything that's come after, as a result, is too. He shouldn't have done it and there's no wonder everything's been off since. Her room could be the same as downstairs and he wouldn't wanna stay there, would he? It's his 'vibe' fucking things. Cheers dad. Jimmy sighs, throwing himself on the bed, and turning it into the appreciative whistle he didn't do at the door. Fucking hell.* Janis: *The eye-roll comes so hard it has her reeling, spinning out in her own head. At least, its better for them both if she pretends that's what's got her feeling dazed and disorientated. Sick with not knowing how to play this. No 'oh my, a boy in my room!' giddiness, fuck that shit. It was 'oh my, having to spend time in this depressing pit'. And his hand forced to spend his time here too. It'd be different if he had wanted to. Maybe. Okay, probably not. But if he had wanted to then they really wouldn't care where they were, paying no mind to anything but each other, not like his car was a lambo or like she'd given two fucks then, so it might've been tolerable. Ignorable, at the very least. But he HAD to be here. Nowhere else to go. That paired with how this room inadvertently showed all her cards had her feeling as bare as their surroundings, #exposed as they would say for the craic. Not that she was mad at him for not begging to sleepover just 'cos he wanted her so bad, again, fuck that shit hard. Not that girl. Everything was just weird and off and it didn't lend itself to a good night's sleep for either of 'em, she was willing to bet. She shrugged, those muscles so overworked, never skipped, massaging at the tension there in vain. Bounced from the dramatic way he flung himself down, she rests herself down on her elbow beside him, face to face.* If you want, we can go to the Barn. Its kitted out, like- *She pauses, thinking back on the times when it had been a place they all made Diego's films together, the times it had been Edie and Rio's bedroom, sneaking in there with them, leaving Grace alone in the dark of their old shared room. Now, well- She spent even less time in there than she did here. Only venturing when it was so dark and she felt so alone, it just felt right to hide out in there; harking back to all those many nights she'd sneak out, praying Edie would be there again, and to the one night, she was. Tucked up in her bed as if she'd never left. As if she wasn't really there. But she was. She was. And she'd gestured for her to get in with her and they'd just held each other...Janis holding on for dear life, determined to NEVER let go, so she couldn't leave again. She thought she felt the same desperation, in the way her big sister clutch to her too, almost hurting her but she would have never of complained. Determined to keep her in sight, eyes wide open and staring into hers, barely visible in the dark but there. She was there. Of course, she had fell asleep, and of course, when she awoke, the sun was up and Edie was gone. She was just a fucking kid, like. 'A fucking failure is what you were. And are.' She shook her head. At least the barn HAD memories, more than you could say of the box room she'd relegated herself too. No longer able, or needing to share with anyone. Not Grace. Or Rio and Edie. They'd all gone. Empty rooms to fill.* All mod cons and a comfy bed, like. But you can keep that between us and add to your sob story, yeah? *She mimics the tiny violin he was always sending, #IRLShade like, hoping the piss-taking would distract from the disjointed nature she'd made that offer in. Ghosts refusing to let her go, let her be with him fully. She never could be. It was the sad kind of hurt when you just know, know that whatever you're doing, or want to do, won't work. And knowing this and knowing you're gonna hurt the other person, so far so clueless. Oh, Jim. Why do you think I was on my own when you met me, boy?* Jimmy: *He's fucked it instantly, looking at her too hard, all the bollocks stripped back and away by how close she is, suddenly, though he should have expected it. Not like her bed's big enough for anything much else, but he never does, somehow. Still. Ever. Breathing hurts but he forces himself not to keep it shallow, refusing to swap places so soon when she was meant to be the one swooning. Fake or not. And there's so much real shit he wants to say, but can't. Again, too much. It leaves him only inhaling and sighing, brooding like the kinda poser he isn't trying to be on any day. Least of all this one. Does it matter though? It doesn't feel like it when his hand drops before it can reach out, touch her in any way, jokes as out of bounds as anything. He isn't meant to be lost with her, but tonight doesn't give a fuck about that, does it? He jumps on the offer a change, nodding, frantic for a kick that'd have him behaving like less of a dick. Please. The fucking break he hasn't asked her for is there, inching closer to letting itself be said, and he's scared of that, going there like.* Alright. *He wants to give himself a smack for how quiet he sounds. Serious. Okay knobhead, calm it. Good luck following that through when you know you've got none though, Jim. He's up and taking her hand before he can dwell on it, moving to take the lead as far as retracing their steps and being out. He can handle that geography. Jimmy does allow himself a pause small enough only to draw a cross over his heart playfully once she's played the violin for him. Thanks, mate. It's almost spoken aloud 'cause of the relief the familiarity of it , brought here and now, comforts him. Alright, calm it again, tosser. But yeah, that works, letting him. He walks stretching their linked hands as far as possible while staying connected, laughing genuinely, still soft but out there. He draws a quick tick over the same space, hurriedly.* Done. Janis: Alright. *She confirms with a nod as serious as his close-to-silence was. Couldn't accuse him of being a man of too MANY words usually, like, but still, spoke volumes, didn't it? Could write friggin' volumes on how badly she was fucking it up with him now. That's what you did after break-ups, right? Write wanky (in all the ways) poetry. Fuck that. Get the fuck out of your own head, fucking eejit! Now! He's still here yet. She seized the conversation by the balls, 'fore it got away from her grasp again, immediately adding-* Alright, alright, alright! *Matthew McConaughey style. 'Cos Christ, someone had to cut through the tension and she weren't about to invite the fam up to give it a go. Fuck that, too. Even if it was awkward as arse, to say the least, and the dead and buried past was unearthing itself just to try drag her under tonight- she still wanted it to be just them. Him and her, fuck the rest. And that was something. Even if that was all she could get, all she still had. She'd cling to that with bleeding, broken nails, jaw clamped, teeth sunk deep in the flesh of it. It was something. She was so fucking used to, so fucking sick of, nothing. A promise, or a prayer, she repeated it over and over, 'til she near believed it herself. With this in mind, she pulls on the hand that is leading her, pulls him back, understanding his rush and only wanting to slow it for one thing. She mimics shooting him where he had been tracing, where she wants to trail her own fingers badly, as he draws in, she puts her fist over his heart, thumping up and down, up and down, before exploding out- And with that, she kisses him, as desperate as he was to take up her offer and run, she needed this more. And she had never known anything she needed more than to run. But she did. She did.* Done. *She mirrors, drawing her lips away from his, with a smirk. Ahead again, one foot on the top step.* Jimmy: *He's about to descend back into mockery, the words 'all about the obscure refs, you' there, ready to go if he's willing to release them, thoughts already going backward, onto the typed convo where she tried to give him an artsy education, school him about muses, all of that, but before he can take the step she's pulling him, literally to where she's forced a stop. In the first second he's tense, thinking it's a full one, that she's done with him and the company he isn't being tonight, but before he can fall further into his pit (he's in there enough, prior that she's tried to dig at him with her best McConaughey, for fuck's sake) he all but floats out. There's no # that could cover this in his stunted imagination, he thinks, before his brain shuts off. The kiss is more than the break he didn't have the balls to ask for (though it lasts about as long as the one he'd gave her, standing on some twat's marble floor). It's a separation from all the shit that's been running him ragged for days, forcing him to run here in the first place. Jimmy knows then that he'll stay, has to, not 'cause there's nowhere else to go, but 'cause nowhere else exists when she kisses him like that. Fuck. It basically escapes, not as the word, but in sound that he can't escape either. Doesn't want to. The only thing he cares about is keeping this close to her and knowing she's alright with him being there. More than fucking alright like.* Nah mate *He retorts breathlessly, clawing back some strength back only as his hands find her hips and use the grip he's found there to spin her body round to face him. He isn't done yet, there's no chance. Not now she's given him one to erase the last few days and land him back into decent ones with her. Jimmy's an echo of how he was after running from Mr Lucas and he's not letting go of that. What for? 'Cause his dad wants him to. Fuck that and fuck him. What was he done with was feeling like shit. So of course he kissed her again, sinking only into the depths of that, trying to say everything with it that he couldn't verbally. Needing to have a go even though it meant hearing Janis' clatter into the beginnings of the banister with the force of everything he was desperate for her to know, 'cause if he pulled back then that'd be it and he's not having that. Fuck no. He's lost enough, tonight's bed being the least of it. Janis: *If she was going to complain, (she wasn't), he doesn't give her the time, or space, to do so. Exactly what they both needed; and she didn't need to reckon that. Crashing together, crashing into the wall, like. No room for anything to come between 'em, not their thoughts or past or any of that bullshit; all blurring into background nothingness, where it belonged. In these moments, there was nothing but them and their need. And it was good. Really good. The kind of good she didn't need to second-guess or overthink. Just be in it and soak in every second, every touch, the heat and feel of his skin against hers, alive, human, real. The violence of the urgency, the competitive one-upping- Not only keeping it interesting (to say the fucking least) but keeping it as something she could understand, something that didn't scare the living shit out of her, frankly. Easy as breathing, this; Though both theirs was heavy now, laboured from the control of letting some of said go, whilst not losing themselves to it so wholly that they alerted someone to it, spoiling their fun for the second time in a week. A game of meeting every kiss of his with more, and then some. Biting, tugging at his bottom lip in, trying in vain to make the kiss even deeper. Nails dug into his shoulders, pulling him down with her as her back slid down the wall, him sat at the top of the stairs, her on his lap. 'How did you stop yourself though?' A faint voice in the back of her mind pondered, with no intention to found within her. Clearly, they needed the Mr. Lucas' of the world or they'd never get anything else done. Clearly channeling the man himself, Pablo chose this time to appear out of his room, quite literally stumbling onto the scene, and them, Janis sticking out an arm (and jumping off Jim's lap) with lightning reflexes so he didn't topple down the fucking stairs.* Oops, watch it... *She didn't have time (nor desire) to be embarrassed. Her older Brother's mumbly, half-asleep grumbles of 'a-fucking-gain? Really Janis?!' and promises to 'have words with you, later!' to Jim, had her creasing. When Pablo was out of sight, and out of mind as soon as, she rested her head on the shoulder she'd left nailmarks in, kissing it gently though she wasn't particularly sorry about it.* Jimmy: *It isn't until she has to save him from hitting the bottom of the stairs with a thud that he even sorts out in his head again where they are, beyond the abstract bollocks of 'together' and all that. It takes that much to get through to him, but he isn't sorry, 'cause he isn't alone in it. If he's falling, figuratively as well as the near literal, then she is too. And that's alright by him. More than fucking alright, as per like. Jimmy can laugh through this interruption, at what it takes to pull them apart now (unlucky Mr Lucas but you probably won't cut it next time) adding to it himself with the breathless whisper of 'fucking hell, mate' that finds only her ear as he shakes his head affectionately at the pair of 'em. Janis' brother's appearance (along with anything he might have said) forgotten as soon as it's happened, same as before. If they'd been any room for it he might have felt bad for the lad, keeping mugging him off like that, but he still wants what he wants. Needs, honestly. There's no forgetting, or ignoring that any 'itch' has only been scratched so far as to make it more 'itchier', more noticeable in the first place. It's a crap analogy but it's what's there as he pulls her down the stairs and back towards the door, rougher and noisier that he would if he could make a string of thoughts or words fit together properly to promise her that this still isn't done. Jimmy 'reckons' in a semi coherent idea that he'll barricade the barn door with any or all manner of shit, once they are there, to guarantee no more interruptions tonight. Bet on that, mate, his expression says, as they go. Jinx. Fuck. He almost kicks the door in frustration upon hearing the shout for dinner, her dad's head catching them as 'ready' for it. Pfft. No chance. It smells good, yeah, but there's no contest. Janis feels, looks and smells incredible like. Meals can wait, they always did at his, even when he had his mum there to do his job of moving a tray of something from freezer to cooker, or his pop's of fetching a takeaway when in from work, there was no sitting down at a this or that time. No table to eat at either, just the sofa, or his bed when he was being the type of utter dickhead that only a certain age manages, whenever it was put in front of him. Here at Janis, that time, was right now. And worse, ('cause of course there's worse with his English luck) before he can do a dash that'd have that school day looking like slo-mo, his stomach rumbles, sealing the deal and their fates. His girlfriend has never let him go hungry yet. Shit. To be continued then.*

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Good Night Sleep Tight Don’t Let the Bats Bite - Chapter 12: Nightmares

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Characters: Bruce Wayne/Batman, Dick Grayson/Nightwing, Jason Todd/Red Hood, Tim Drake/Red Robin, Damian Wayne/Robin, Alfred Pennyworth, Original Female Characters, Original Characters,

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There was a time, where the sound of someone in their apartment in the middle of the night would’ve terrified Ripley. That time was of course, before they became involved with Dick Grayson, before they found out about his night time vigilantism. Now, silence in the middle of the night was scary, because Dick snored and if the house was quite that meant her was still out there fighting God knows what, and the years had not numbed the fear Ripley felt knowing that.

However on this occasion, Dick was right beside them, one of their four cats, Mochi, curled up on his chest, tailing coming dangerously close to flopping into Dick’s mouth.

With an annoyed sigh and meows of displeasure from both Benny and Butters, Ripley got out of bed, bare feet padding against the floor of the apartment. The lights were on the kitchen, and peek around the door frame revealed Damian standing there, making tea.

“Dami, what are you doing?” Ripley asked.

“Preparing tea,” the youngest Wayne answered.

“It’s the middle of the night.”

“I’m aware.”

Something was off. Damian was acting normal, but it was forced. He looked tired and his voice let Ripley know that he was upset.

“Dick’s asleep,” Ripley said.

“I’ve gathered that. If he was awake and unsure of who was in his home, he most certainly wouldn’t have let you come out, especially not alone and unarmed.”

Ripley shook their head, shooing Damian out of the way and reaching up into the cupboard for a new blend of tea leaves that they’d gotten earlier in the week.

Damian hopped up on the counter, carefully ducking as Ripley dug through the cabinets for mugs and infusers.

“Why are you up?” Ripley asked.

“Couldn’t sleep,” Damian finally answered.

Ripley was a kind person, not always the most patient, but far more so than a majority of the people that Damian had grown up around. Ripley was thoroughly average, but Damian didn’t hold that against them. Despite their watered down bloodline, average physical prowess and standard up bringing they had taken the life of the partner of a vigilante and the partner of a Wayne extremely well. They were hard working, compassionate, fiercely loyal, but at the same time were well aware of everyone’s faults including theirs. As a result Ripley refused to take crap from anyone, but for some reason, Damian respected it in them.

“Really? I thought you just traveled a half hour to Bludhaven in the middle of the night for shits and giggles.”

Ripley paused their motions. “Dami, how’d you get here?” they asked.

“I drove.”

Ripley groaned. “And I’m gonna assume Bruce has no clue you’re here.”

“Father knows I’m capable-“

“You’re father’s going to hypothetically skin you,” Ripley corrected. “What happened?”

“I had a nightmare,” he answered, taking the mug he was offered. “This smells cheap.”

“Not all of us were born into billion dollar families,” Ripley reminded him. “What about?”

Damian remind quiet, staring into the mug watching as its contents changed color.

“Come on, D. Can’t help if I don’t know what wrong?”

“How can you help? You’ve never been killed by your own clone.”

There it was. “No, I can’t say I have,” Ripley agreed. “Bu I can say with certainty that it will never ever happen again,” they continued. “Damian, no one, absolutely no one is ever going to let anything take you from us again. D, they’re just dreams, sucky dreams, but dreams. It’s not real and it never will be.”

Damian sipped his tea. “And I can say with certainty that I’m never allowing you to pick tea again.”

Ripley relaxed. Damian seemed to be significantly less ruffled than before. “It’s not that bad,” Rip said, taking a sip. “Next time you can pick it.”

Damian smirked smugly.

“I spent good money on that too,” Ripley complained, cleaning up the mess.

“Alright, kiddo, come on.”

“What?” Damian questioned.

“You’re with us tonight. Step one of the keeping Damian alive plan.”

“I’m not some toddler, who-“

Ripley slung an arm over his shoulder, pulling him along with them. Ripley knew being near Dick would calm Damian further, and that he may even be able to go to sleep.

They shook Dick awake. “Scoot over, Dickie. We got company.”

“What?” he groaned confused. “Dami, is-“

“Nightmare,” Ripley explained.

Dick’s face softened, and he scooted over, annoying Mochi.

Damian grumbled, be reluctantly crawled next to Dick.

Ripley crawled on their side of the bed, shooting a quick text to Bruce to let him know, where Damian was. Butters got up and padded around again, before making herself comfortable on Ripley’s back. “Night boys,” Rip said, receiving replies equally as tired as theirs.

A short while later and Rip still wasn’t asleep. Almost, but not quite. They could hear the quiet conversation between Dick and Damian, Dick affirming their earlier sentiments.

“You picked well, Grayson,” Damian eventually said.

Ripley could practically hear the smile in Dick’s voice. “Yeah, I did.”

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Good Night Sleep Tight Don’t Let the Bats Bite - Chapter 11: The Chair

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Characters: Bruce Wayne/Batman, Dick Grayson/Nightwing, Jason Todd/Red Hood, Tim Drake/Red Robin, Damian Wayne/Robin, Alfred Pennyworth, Original Female Characters, Original Characters,

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Tim had come to detest the chair that he was currently seated in. The cushions were worn and offered little in the way of support, the vinyl was discolored and cracked, and the arm rests were hard and uncomfortable. In addition to poorly serving its function as a seat, the chair was less than pleasing to the eye.

The mahogany looking veneer was chipped and peeling, revealing the particle board underneath. The vinyl had probably been mint colored, when it was new, but had yellowed to an ugly green.

Tim shifted in the chair as if it was suddenly going to make the stupid piece of furniture more comfortable this time around, then continued to type away on his laptop. Every once in a while, his eyes would drift upwards to look at the figure laying in the bed.

For three days, Tim had forced himself to remain in the chair, listening to each beep of the heart monitor, examining every cut, every bruise, every burn and stitch gracing the skin on the unconscious individual.

A soft knock on the door pulled Tim away from the screen.

“Alfred,” he greeted with a sad smile.

“Master Timothy, you should go home,” Alfred said, getting straight to the point.

“Does Bruce have something?”

“Master Bruce has told you not to concern yourself with-“

“How? How, Alfred? How am I not gonna be concerned? Three days. Three days and still nothing. All because of that two-faced bastard! I’ll go home, when Bruce has something or they do.”

Alfred sighed, glancing back at the bed. “We are all aware of the situation, Master Timothy, but I shall relay the message. In the meantime, I’ve brought you some of your belongings and dinner,” Alfred said, handing Tim a bag. “Do remember to eat, when I’m not here, and if I were you, I’d request a cot.”

“Thanks, Alfred,” Tim said, taking the bag. “I will. I promise.”

“I must be getting back to the manner. Please do stay out of trouble, and when the time arises, please convey my best.”

“I will. Thanks again.”

“It was no trouble, Master Timothy.”

With that Alfred left, leaving Tim to try to settle into the chair once more.

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When I woke up, the first thing I registered was pain. My head hurt, my arms, my ribs, everything. I felt like I had gotten hit by a bus.

The second thing that I registered was that I was not in my own bed. I opened my eyes and looked around. ‘Hospital. Great,’ I thought.

My eyes fell upon Tim. He was slumped over in his chair, head resting on his folded arms on my bed. ‘Idiot,’ I thought. That was going to kill his back and neck.

I sighed. ‘What the hell happened?’

I remembered that there had been an explosion, but I had gotten back up. I had run. I had called Tim, and then it all went black.”

I realized that I should probably find the button to call a nurse, but the nurse would probably wake up Tim, and knowing him, he hadn’t slept in days.

Still everything hurt and if waking up Tim was the price I had to pay for some pain killers then so be it. I could probably convince him to go back to sleep later. I hit the button.

A minute later, a guy in a pair of scrubs walked in.

“Looks who’s awake,” he said happily. “Do you know where you are?”

“Damn hospital,” I said. My voice came out scratchy and barely above a whisper. I scowled.

“You’ve been out for a week, hun,” he said. “Your voice is gonna be scratchy. I have to go get your doctor. I’ll-“

“Wake him up, so that I can yell at him. Whisper harshly. Whatever.”

“I’ll wake him up on my way out, but I have to check somethings first. You need to relax.”

I’d relax, when Tim did. I nodded.

On his way out, the nurse nudged Tim. Immediately he was alert.

“Go home, Timmy,” I said, before he could bombarded me with waves of misplaced guilt and apologies. “Sleeping in that chair has to be bad for your back, and it can’t be comfortable.”

“Two-Faced almost kills you, and-“

“Really? Two-Face? I was nearly taken out by Two-Face? I was hoping for better than that.”

“What the hell do you mean better?”

“Higher profile, more dramatic.”

“Clearly you suffered more head trauma than originally thought.”

“I wouldn’t mind being killed by the crazy plant lady. At least she’s hot.”

Tim rolled his eyes, but smirked. My comments were helping to put him at ease.

“Who got him?” I asked.

“Nightwing and Robin,” he answered, glancing towards the open door. “My sources tell me that Red Hood and Batman both went after the Joker.”

“Nasty,” I said. Just thinking about the situation caused me to tense up, I could only imagine the actual hostility and tension in the air at the scene.

“’Very,” he agreed.

Just then an older man walked in, who I assumed was my doctor. The conversation basically consisted on these are your injuries, you’ll be here at least another week and then we’ll talk about rehab. It ended with a dose of pain meds, so it was worth it.

“You’ll probably feel drowsy as a result. That’s normal. You need rest to heal.”

I nodded.

“I’ll be back to check on you.”

He left and I looked at Tim. “Go home. I’m just going to fall asleep again.”

“I’ll leave, once you fall asleep.”

I beckoned Tim closer.

He leaned in and I flicked him in the head. He scowled, before taking my hand and kissing it.

“You’re hopeless,” I said, starting to feel the pull of sleep.

“And you’re sleepy,” he said.

“Yeah.”

“Go to sleep, babe.”

“Go home.”

When I woke up again I still felt like shit, but I was a lot more aware, which was more than I could say for Tim who was slumped in that damn chair.

‘Stupid boy,’ I thought, running my hand through his hair.

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