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munson-blurbs · 27 days ago

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Joker!Eddie Munson x Harley Quinn!Reader

Summary: You're a psychologist who has always done the right thing. Enter Eddie Munson, mandated to attend court-ordered counseling sessions, who has a devilish side you can't resist.

WC: 2.9k

Warnings: dark fic, loosely based on Joker and Harley's story, mention of drug dealing, mention of parental abandonment and death, murder, ex!Jason Carver/Harvey Dent, arson, power imbalance, allusions to smut

A/N: Before y'all say anything, I know that Joker and Harley have a toxic relationship. Eddie and Reader bring out the worst in each other, but this is *clears throat* FANFIC! So long live these fake toxic relationships. And big thank you to @corroded-hellfire for her help with the lore. Happy Halloween!

Divider credit to @saradika

Eddie Munson didn’t sit down once for the entire duration of his first session.

Most of your clients opted for the couch. The more nervous ones sitting so close to the worn cushion’s edge that they nearly fell off, while the more experienced ones practically lounged as they recounted whatever horrors had occurred since their last session.

Eddie paced back and forth, his Reeboks wearing a hole in the mildewed carpet, only pausing when he needed to light a cigarette.

“I mean, this is bullshit.” He took a drag and exhaled a cloud of smoke. “Twenty fuckin’ years, I get shoved to the side, and now they think some shrink is gonna fix all my problems?”

‘They’ most likely referred to Chief Hopper, who had been the one to recommend Eddie receive court-mandated therapy instead of serving time in jail for possession with intent to distribute. The police chief had become soft ever since adopting that teenage daughter, which was probably why Eddie was in your dingy office rather than behind bars.

Your gaze flicked over the tattoos on his arms, visible where he’d cut his shirt sleeves, and looked him in the eyes. “Have you been to therapy before, Eddie?”

He threw his head back and laughed so violently that you dropped your pen. Before you could reach for it, Eddie picked it up and placed it in your lap, his fingertips grazing the hem of your skirt.

“After my dad got locked up for, oh, I dunno, the tenth time?” Eddie shook his head and laughed again, though this one was quieter. “My uncle took me to talk to some shrink. Turns out that my old man had actually stolen the guy’s car. Small fuckin’ world, huh?” He scratched at the nape of his neck. “Yeah, he told us never to come back. So we didn’t.”

Your heart broke for the child he once was, rejected by a therapist while coping with his father’s incarceration. “Where was your mother?” You asked softly.

Eddie flicked some ash into the ashtray. “She’d been dead for a while at that point.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t be.” His face lit up, smiling too hard to properly take another drag of his cigarette. “At least she didn’t have to deal with any of this shit. All she had to do was be worm food.”

The visual made your stomach turn, but Eddie was grinning.

“Aww, c’mon, Sweetheart” he pouted jokingly, snuffing out his cigarette. “You gotta appreciate some dark humor once in a while.”

The nickname would have earned any other man a stern look, maybe even a warning for dismissal, but it felt so right coming from Eddie.

“Do you use humor to cope?”

He twisted a skull ring around his finger and walked over to where you sat before crouching down in front of you.

“I appreciate what you’re trying to do here.” One hand found your knee, his nail catching on a run in your black tights. Eddie peered up at you, lips twisting into an unsettling smile. “But I’m not dealing because I’m sad or trying to fill a void left behind by my parents. I’m doing it to survive in this shithole.”

He rose then and resumed his pacing while he ranted. “We can sit here all goddamn day and talk about my daddy issues, or my mommy issues, or how the system failed poor Eddie Munson over and over and over. And maybe I’ll leave here feeling slightly less shitty about myself. But you know what that won’t do?” He didn’t wait for your response. “It won’t put food on the table or keep the lights on. It won’t stop the bank from taking my trailer. Greedy bastards.”

Only when you remained silent did Eddie glance over at you with his wide brown eyes, as though he’d just remembered his speech had an audience. “You can put all that in your notes. Show it to Chief Hopper, to the judge; I don’t care.”

You closed the marble notebook perched in your lap and capped your pen. “I’m not trying to fix you, Eddie,” you said. “I just want to know you.”

“No, you don’t.” Eddie huffed out a chuckle. “You wanna get inside my brain. You can’t help it. I’m an interesting guy.”

He was. You’d always been interested in understanding people; how they thought and how it affected their behaviors. It was why you chose a career in psychology. But Eddie had something beyond that—a magnetic pull that drew you in, no matter how many times you silently reminded yourself to maintain those professional boundaries.

For the remaining twenty minutes of your session, you dug for as much information about Eddie as you could get. He played guitar, took six years to graduate high school because of an algebra teacher who was determined to flunk him, and kept a notebook of his own to plan Dungeons & Dragons campaigns.

If you didn’t have another client immediately after him, you would have let him keep talking. You clung to every word like a lifeline, noting the little mannerisms peppered into his personality.

Eddie spoke with his hands and ran his fingers through his knotted curls when he was particularly agitated or passionate about a topic. His nose scrunched when he asked questions that required your approval. He’d lick his lips every so often, and his tongue poked out of his mouth when he was concentrating. Every movement was intoxicating.

Your next session was more of the same, though this time, Eddie actually sat down on the couch. He lit a cigarette before speaking, taking a drag and holding it out to you.

You watched the smoke curl around his fingertips, beckoning you to accept his offer. It was wrong; sure, you could smoke during a session, but to share a cigarette with a client? You shouldn’t. You couldn’t.

You did.

“There ya go,” Eddie murmured under his breath, watching your chest rise with the inhale and fall with the exhale. “Sweetheart, ya gotta take the edge off once in a while. Do something that makes you smile.”

You cocked your head teasingly, holding the cigarette hostage for a moment longer. “Aren’t I supposed to be helping you?”

“We can help each other.” He plucked the cigarette from your grasp. “Watch.”

Your gaze stayed on his lips, full and slightly chapped from the bitter winter, as he inhaled deeply. He crooked a finger, and your body moved of its own volition to the spot beside him.

His thumb pulled at your lower lip, a question he could already answer. His mouth found yours, not in a kiss, but just to transfer the smoke he’d been holding back; tobacco mixed with a subtle hint of spearmint.

“How do you feel now?” Eddie hadn’t moved back, and you felt every word he spoke.

All you could do was nod, focusing every ounce of energy on going back to your chair. The distance suddenly seemed too far; any distance from Eddie seemed too far. You wanted to be in his lap, sharing the remainder of that cigarette, drawing you in closer…

Swallowing your steadily building desire, you forced yourself to ask him a question that didn’t pertain to the way he tasted. “W-What was it like moving in with your uncle?”

Eddie laughed darkly, taking in your nervousness like he knew exactly how brainless he’d made you. “My uncle, huh? All right, I’ll bite” He stretched, revealing a thin trail of hair that started at his navel and dipped below the waist of his jeans. There was a sick gleam in his eyes when he caught you staring, but he said nothing about it.

He told you about a police officer dropping him off on Wayne Munson’s doorstep in the middle of the night after his father had been arrested.

“Just me and a trash bag full of clothes that barely fit me,” he proclaimed. “Oh, and the headlice tagging along. Ended up having to shave these gorgeous locks.” He shook his head to exaggerate his point.

“That must’ve been really traumatic for you.” You tapped your pen on your notebook absently, somewhat aware that you should be writing this information down, but not able to look away from him.

Eddie shrugged. “Not really. It grew back.”

“I meant…never mind.” You tucked your lips into your mouth to stifle a giggle.

He looked as though he wanted to say something, but your actions distracted him.

“Don’t hide your smile.” He ran his tongue over his teeth, letting you feel the gravity saturating his words. “Makes me happy when you smile.”

“I didn’t want you to think I was laughing at you.”

He clicked his tongue in mock sympathy, like he pitied you. It was a gesture you were unused to seeing from your clients. “You wouldn’t be the first, Sweetheart.” Eddie sat forward. “You might have been the first to feel bad about it, though.”

Over the following weeks, your sessions with Eddie followed the same routine. You would ask him questions and he would answer them cryptically. Shared cigarettes became more frequent as you convinced yourself it was good for building rapport.

In the early days of spring, where winter’s chill still peeked in each morning, Eddie opened the door to your office and found you crying in your chair. Most clients waited for you to get them from the waiting room, but he always let himself in.

The moment you heard the hinges creaking, you swiped at the tears dampening your cheeks. Embarrassment flooded your veins and heated you from the inside out at the thought of him seeing you in such a vulnerable state.

He was at your side in a heartbeat, reaching for the tissue box you kept on your bookshelf. “What’s wrong?” There was venom in his tone, ready to bite at a moment’s notice.

“N-Nothing,” you lied clumsily, convincing neither him nor yourself. “Just a bad day.”

Eddie gritted his teeth. “Don’t fuckin’ do that, Sweetheart.” He grabbed your chin and brought your full attention with it. “Don’t fuckin’ lie to me. Not when I’ve been honest with you.”

The story spilled out before you could think better of it: You’d woken up that morning to your ex-boyfriend banging on your front door, screaming to let you in, his slurred words informing you that he was drunk. Calling the police would be futile; he was buddies with the whole department and more than likely had them in his back pocket. All you could think to do in that moment was hide under your covers until he eventually gave up and left.

Eddie tensed, never losing his grip on you. “Did he hurt you?” His breathing quickened, fight-or-flight activated. “I swear to God, Sweetheart, if he put his hands on you–”

“No,” you hurriedly assured him. “No, he just scared me. But Jason’s never–” Your eyes widened when you said his name aloud; all at once, you realized your error.

“Jason…Carver?” Eddie’s eyes narrowed. “The hell were you doing with an asshole like him?” He shook his head before you could answer. “Never mind. Doesn’t matter. All that matters is that he never bothers you again.” Rage flashed in his eyes. “Just say the word, and I’ll do it.”

You furrowed your brows. “What do you mean?” There was no way…he wouldn’t…

He crossed his arms over his chest, obscuring the view of the devil on his shirt. “Do you remember a few years ago when Harrington Enterprises was planning to shut down the plant to build those luxury condos?”

You nodded, wondering where he was going with this. Warren Harrington had all but signed on the dotted lines, but he’d been murdered in his own home before he closed the deal. Rumor had it that his own son, Steve, had orchestrated it in order to gain control of the family fortune. An investigation came up without any suspects, and the plant remained open.

“If they had their way, my uncle and all of his buddies would be out of a job, and then they’d lose their cars, their homes…well, you know how it goes.” Eddie smirked. “So I did what I had to do to stop that from happening.”

“You…” you lowered your voice in case anyone was listening in, “you killed Warren Harrington?”

He bristled preemptively, only relaxing when he didn’t detect any judgment. “I’d do anything to protect the people I love.” Eddie’s palms cupped your cheeks, the calluses scratching at your skin. “I’ll kill Carver if it’ll keep you safe, Sweetheart. You won’t have to worry about him anymore.”

Everything about this was wrong. He was threatening to commit homicide for you because he loved you.

You needed to stop this. It had gone too far. And yet you couldn’t, not when he was pleading to let him take care of you. All of your career, all of your life, you had been expected to clean up everyone else’s messes. You were the one who fixed other people’s mistakes, who solved their problems. To lift that burden from your shoulders, to let someone else take it on…

“I love you, too, Eddie.” You reached out and took his steady hands in your trembling ones. “I love you so much.”

“Okay. Good.” Eddie sighed deeply, leaning in and pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. There was a flicker of amusement when he pulled back and saw the concern on your face. “C’mon, baby. You should be happy. Here.” He reached behind your chair and grabbed your bag, rummaged through it. Deft fingers uncapped your ruby red lipstick and drew a Black Dahlia smile on his lips, extending from one clean-shaven cheek to the other. “Now, close your eyes.”

You did as he asked, placing full trust in him. You expected him to draw a similar smile on you; instead, he pressed his mouth to yours, transferring some of the makeup to your face.

The words I love you kept falling from your lips, muffled only by the hungry kisses you eagerly gave and accepted. Zippers were unfastened, buttons undone, clothes strewn across your office floor. For a moment, the only sounds were the soft moans and panting breaths that punctuated the silence. It was love, and it was perfect.

It all happened so fast.

You woke up the next morning to sirens blaring down the street, a never-ending parade of noise and flashing lights. There was no way Eddie had already done something to Jason; you’d just talked about it yesterday. Killing one of Hawkins’ most beloved citizens would certainly take more than twelve hours of deliberation.

If Eddie had struck, he wouldn’t have been able to escape unnoticed.

Black smoke billowed from one of the Loch Nora mansions, visible even in the less wealthy parts of town. You could hear your neighbors clamoring, and the consensus was that it was the Carver house that was burning to the ground.

You drove straight to the county jail, not even stopping off at work or letting them know you wouldn’t be in. The fear of being reprimanded paled in comparison to Eddie’s fate.

Flashing your government ID, you bolted through the doors and blew past the guards. Sure enough, Eddie Munson sat behind the bars of a cell, head in his beautiful hands. The same hands that had touched you just yesterday, fumbling with the tiny buttons of your blouse. The man who was larger than life during your sessions suddenly seemed so small.

“Puddin’?”

Eddie glanced up when he heard the nickname you’d given him. “Baby, I…I didn’t kill him. I tried, but he got out. Forgot that rich people have those smoke detector things,” he added with a wry smile. It was then that you saw that his mouth was still stained with remnants of your lipstick. “But when he ran out of the house it looked like half of his face had burned off.”

Of course he’d stuck around to see the aftermath of his destruction.

“We can talk about this later. Okay?” You lowered your voice to a whisper. “We’re getting out of town. And we’re never coming back. I’m gonna tell the guards that I’m taking you out for a therapy session. Just follow my lead.”

Eddie was uncharacteristically quiet, so much so that you worried the guards might apprehend him because he wasn’t talking. Their narrowed eyes followed you and Eddie until you exited the building.

“My girl is a natural-born deceiver.” Eddie laced his fingers with yours. “So proud.”

You laughed. “If they gave us any trouble, I might’ve had to knock them out with their own clubs.” When you started towards your sedan, Eddie tugged you in the opposite direction. “My car is–”

“Forget it. Leave it here.” His eyes scanned the parking lot. “We’ll take that one.” He clocked your confusion and let out a raucous laugh. “Al Munson may have been a deadbeat, but he did teach me one thing.”

You slipped your arm around his waist. “Looks like I have a lot to learn.”

“It’s gonna be me and you against the world, baby.” Eddie pulled you closer and whispered in your ear. “We’re gonna knock ‘em dead.”

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gabgabwrites · 6 months ago

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LIKE A BAT TO A SCARECROW | dark!Jonathan Crane [C.Murphy]

summary ⇝ Batman has a daughter who’s utterly, completely insane, what’s worse is you’re as equally in love with the Scarecrow as he is with you. And there’s something about watching your lover torture a victim that’s exciting.

Warnings ⇝ violence, human torture, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering? (he plays with reader over her panties), cussing, choking, biting, scratching, needles, Crane is actually a little lovie dovie, reader is actually insane FEAR KINK mdni.

dead dove: do not eat

as I’ve said, this fic is a little dark, so please read with caution.

The absolute shock that came to everyone when Batman's only daughter had turned on her father. You went from hero to psycho. What made it worse was that you were utterly infatuated with your father's enemy, Jonathan Crane, who was as equally mad about you. You two were like Harley Quinn and The Joker in your own twisted way. You were immune to his toxins at this point, and enjoyed the crazy look in his eye when he used them on captives, like right now...

"See the fear, my love?" He asked, he smiled as he stood next to an operation table with a man chained to it.

"Yes," You smirked, walking over to him. Crane stepped towards you and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close as you stared at the terrified captive. The fear toxins were working and it was like a fine wine to you two.

“You like this?" He whispered in your ear.

"I do," You stand behind him, wrapping one arm around from his shoulder to his chest and the other around his waist.

A devious smirk appeared on his lips, "Oh that's new." His voice was quiet as he took a small step back, pressing his body against yours as he continued to watch his toxin do it's work on the bound individual. The man chained up before the two of you was shaking, after having a fear toxin injected in him.

Crane was amused and it showed. One hand gripped yours where it lay on his chest tightly as the other moved down to grasp at your hip. "We should play like this more often."

As your gaze remained forward you could feel his excitement grow - not a doubt in your head that he was enjoying your body pressed against his. "I agree."

With every word you and Crane shared you could hear the man bound in front of you whimper and gasp as he was tortured by his own mind. Cranes hands grew more adventurous with the way they gripped you, his excitement becoming far more noticeable as his body pushed harder into yours.

He spun on his heel and pinned you against the wall hard with his body. His gaze was locked with yours, looking hungrily for the permission to take you further.

His eyes looked sinister, unhinged, filled with a manic lust for someone and that someone was you. Crane's hands gripped either side of your face as he bent down and kissed you firmly on the lips. You could feel the manic excitement and passion behind his kiss as he moaned into your mouth.

"You enjoy watching people suffer?" You asked against his lips. Crane broke away from the kiss and nodded once, a sinister smile appearing on his face. His breath was hot and heavy as he stared unblinking at you.

"Moreso watching you." He whispered into your ear before he leaned down and bit your neck, pulling on the skin gently between his teeth. Your body was hot against his as your mind raced with excitement as he marked your neck. His mouth worked across your skin with the same excitement and passion, sucking on the places he bit to mark you further.

"You're gonna kiss me in front of our guest?" You faked a gasp.

Crane's lips left your skin and he smiled at you, biting your lower lip. "Of course, I want everyone to know who you belong to."

His voice was gruff, he was turned on more than usual with the way he was gripping and kissing you. But your eyes didn't deceive you. You could see the man bound and weeping for you in your peripheral vision. You smirked at the man, gently pushing Jonathan away so you could walk to the guy. "Oh you poor thing," You grinned wickedly.

Crane stepped back but remained close to you as you approached the bound man. The man looked up quickly at you with wide, horror filled eyes. His breath was short and you could feel the terror dripping off of him. He had no response for you and could only stare, tears streaming down his face.

You stood over the man, enjoying the fear you inspired into him. "What's the matter? Nothing to say?" You could see Crane watching you with hunger in his eyes from your peripheral vision. "Johnny, I think our friend is asking for more."

Crane stepped towards you and gripped the back of your neck. He could sense your excitement, your thirst for more. A sinister smile appeared on his face as he looked back at the bound man.

"Should we let him have some more then?" He questioned. His voice was a low growl. You nod.

Your agreement caused a low chuckle to come from Crane's throat but it was deep and seductive. He bent down and picked up the syringe with the fear toxin on it so the bound man could see it, he was shaking even harder now.

"You asked for more, my love. So a little more is what you'll get." Cranes free hand pulled you closer and he moved in to kiss you again.

You moaned into his mouth as the bound man screamed and cried behind you. Crane's hand gripped your hip hard and pulled you flush against him as he deepened the kiss. Your body was pressed against his and you could feel the effect you had on him clearly.

He took ahold of another syringe filled with the fear toxic, in its liquid form and stabbed it into the man's arm. The scream that came from the bound man was nearly primal as Crane pulled away from you. He watched gleefully as the terror took over the man.

Your focus then turned to Crane and you noticed that there was a noticeable bulge in his pants. He must really love you. "More Johnny," You actually moaned. "He isn't scared enough."

You weren't even sure if this man could be more terrified than he already was, but Crane was more than willing to find out. His eyes turned back towards you, "How much more can he take?" His thumb gently caressed your bottom lip before his thumb gently pushed on your lower lip and you could see the way his pupils expanded, becoming hungrifuler.

"How much do you have?"

A wry smirk appeared on his face and he glanced over at his workbench. "I can spare 5 more at the most. So let's make count."

He placed the used syringe behind him and picked up the next one. The bound man was pleading for Crane to stop, but the clown would not. Crane walked over to the man and without hesitation, he plunged one into the man's thigh and quickly removed it to find another spot to jab. His eyes remained focused on you the whole time, clearly wanting nothing more than your excitement and approval. "Mm, I think he can take one more."

Crane looked at you again and nodded, he could see exactly what you wanted. You took a few steps over so you were behind Crane as he stood over the bound man. Your hands were on his hips and your head was hovering over his shoulder as you watched the tears streaming down the man's face.

"Is that enough now, my love?" Crane could feel your heartbeat through his body as each beat of your heart sped up.

"For now." A shiver went down Crane's spine at the sound of your voice. His eyes met yours and you could see how hungry he was for you now. The last needle was placed aside and Crane immediately spun around to face you.

"You are a wonder." He whispered as he leaned down to kiss up and down your neck. His hands caressed the skin around your waist, gently pulling up your shirt as he kissed along your jawline.

"Just for you," You murmured, enjoying the way his lips felt on your skin.

Crane gently pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it to the side. His eyes took in the sight as his fingers gently brushed over your exposed collar bone.

"What did I do to deserve such a perfect gift?" He whispered, leaning down to kiss your collar bone.

"I don't know," You smirked, fingers going to take his glasses off. Crane allowed you to remove his glasses but his focus was still locked on your body. His fingers ran along the side of your ribs slowly as all he could do was admire you. You could see his eyes flicker back and forth between your eyes and your skin which his fingers touched. "Dont stop."

Crane could easily identify the growing teasing in your voice. His hands moved so they gripped the sides of your waist firmly, "What is it you want, my love?" All you could see was the desire in his eyes.

"I think you know."

"But you know I like to hear you say it." His grip on your hips tightened as he pulled you closer to him and his mouth began to kiss up your neck until he nipped at your ear.

"Show our friend how nicely you treat me." Crane looked over his shoulder at the bound man and a smile formed on his face. He turned his attention back to you and one of his hands moved up and caressed your cheek as he looked into your eyes.

"You're my obsession." He murmured with a smirk before gently kissing your lips. He wanted the man to see how he truly treated you.

"And you're mine," Both of your hands went to his cheeks so you could kiss him harder. Crane took just a moment to adjust from the surprise of your deep kiss, but as your lips began to move against his he could only respond with the same fervor. His hands gripped your hips again, but his movements were more needy and desperate than earlier.

He was becoming completely fixated on you.

You gasp into the kiss for air, your hands tugging at his belt. "Off."

Crane smiled into the kiss as he felt you unbuckling his belt. He gently bit and pulled on your lower lip before he pulled back. "Eager tonight, I see."

His hands quickly unbuttoned his pants and began to lower them as his eyes remained glued to yours. His pants fell to the floor and Crane wrapped his arm around your waist once again and pulled you closer. Your chest was pressed against his now and you could feel how fast his heart was beating. He needed you.

"Undress," You say, taking off your own bra and skirt. Crane's eyes watched intensely as you undressed yourself before his eyes. Slowly his hands reached out and undid the buttons to his shirt as each one revealed more of his chest, which was beginning to heave up and down, slowly and shallow. His fingers trembled a bit as they reached the last button, he was nearly shaking with want for you. You turned around and grabbed to gas masks, like the ones they wore in the world wars and handed one to him. "I want to gas him," You pointed to the man

Crane gave you an excited look as a smile spread across his face. He loved how you two could bring out the darkness in each other. It was a twisted form of love.

"Of course, my love." He replied. His eyes remained fixed on you as he put the gas mask on and walked back over to the man.

You placed yours over your head and secured it while Crane pressed a button and the room slowly began to fill with gas. Crane adjusted the gas supply to release more and moved back to stand next to you. Through the dark lenses of the gas mask you could see the way he stared at you with a sinister look. A small shiver went down your spine as you watched the man bound to a chair begin to writhe in fear.

Crane moved so his body was behind you and his mouth just underneath your ear as his arms wrapped around your waist. His voice echoed inside your head as he whispered to you. "You look so beautiful like this. The shadows under the lenses, the way the mask fits your face. I don't know it's possible for you to become even lovelier."

"I can think of a few ways," You take one of his hands and bring it between your legs where it's only covered by your underwear.

Crane's breath hitched in the back of his throat as his eyes watched your hand move his down. "What are you doing, my love?" He could feel that you were nearly just as excited as he was but he needed to know how badly you yearned for him.

"I think you know," you let your head lean against his shoulder as he carried on. His fingers rub that one sensitive spot through your underwear. As his fingers gently rubbed against you, he was watching the way your body twitched as he moved his fingers. His hand began to grow more firm and assertive in its movements, slowly rubbing in a circular motion.

Crane could feel the heat from your body through the thin fabric and his fingers rubbed harder and faster. His other hand gripped your hip firmly as he watched you arch your back slightly and felt you lean into him.

You let out a moan, that came out reverb through the gas mask, your underwear becoming wetter from your arousal. Crane pressed harder and began to rub and press into you with more pressure. His breath was hot against your ear as he watched your knees bend a bit. He was addicted to the way you looked when he made you want him like this.

Your vision through the black lens was clouded by the white gas that filled the room, you could hear the man scream in fear which added to the pleasure. Crane wanted to hear more of your moans against the gas mask, it would be the first time he heard them like this. Your hands squeezed his hand on your hip as he rubbed you, your moans becoming more frequent. Crane was completely entranced as he whispered. "Are you enjoying yourself, my love?"

You nod. "Oh Johnny," You moan, your other hand reaching behind you to play with his hair, feeling the taut, material straps around his head from the gas mask. Crane couldn't ignore the way your body was leaning into his, and even less the way you moaned his name as the gas mask deepened your voice and gave it a sinister edge.

His hands rubbed and circled through the thin fabric of your panties, it was almost torture for him to not be able to feel you skin to skin. Crane's body rocked against yours, pushing you harder against the wall, you could feel how hard he was as he listened to your moans grow more desperate.

Crane's breathing was hard and his voice was just as rough. "You sound so beautiful in your mask, my love. Your moans make me want you even more." As he spoke he rubbed faster and harder, pressing harder into you. He could practically taste the tension in the air.

"I'm gonna..." Your voice was echoing around Crane's head as his hand pushed and pressed harder, almost as if he was trying to give you permission to do it. His own breath was heavy and hot as he pressed against you from behind. He was desperate enough to rip the mask off and take you right here.

"Then let go." He whispered.

Crane's body shivered against yours as your moans became more needy and desperate. He held you against him as your release ran over his fingers, leaving a mess in your panties. Crane's breathing was heavy now as he could feel the desire for you grow inside him.

"Oh fuck, Johnny," You moan, fingers hurriedly and aggressively tugging off your mask, exposing you to the fumes but you did not care. "Need you," then your fingers go to his mask. Crane could feel your body shudder again as he watched you remove your mask. His hands quickly pulled you to face him instead of against the wall. His breathing was heavy and his body pushed into you.

"You're all I need." He mumbled before his mouth quickly claimed yours in a hard kiss, his tongue pushing into your mouth.

The man did not stop screaming, even choking on sobs. Crane was pressed against you as he could feel your heart beating against his. You could feel his body twitch every time your tongue twirled with his. His hands went to your waist and gripped you tightly almost to the point of hurting you.

He's was obsessed with the way you tasted and he wanted more. His mouth moved from yours so his tongue could slide along your jaw and up to your ear, leaving a trail of saliva behind.

"Oh please, please fuck me." Crane let out a low growl in your ear at the sound of your words.

His breath hitches in the back of his throat again as his lips met yours once more in a deep kiss. His hands gently lifted you so he could align himself between your legs.

"Mmm, Johnny," You sighed, body slick with moisture from the gas, your hands finding his hair that's also damp, when you felt him slide his cock inside you. "You hear that?" Crane groaned and bit down in the spot on your neck. He could hear the cries of the man in the next

Crane was beginning to lose to his want for you, and the gas would only contribute to his already clouded mind. One of his arms wrapped around your waist and he lifted you, his cock slipping out in the process.

He wanted to take you properly. He wanted to be as close to you as possible. He carried you over to his desk and sat you on top of it, not once breaking the kiss between lips, before sliding into you again. Crane continued to kiss you, his tongue twirling against yours as he moaned softly into your mouth. He loved the taste of you more than anything.

His body rocked against yours with need and desire behind each thrust. Crane's grip on your body was possessive as he kissed from your mouth to your jaw down to your neck again. He nipped at the spot he'd nicked before, and moaned against your skin. His cock was becoming wet from your pussy, which was dripping all over his balls. His eyes closing as he savoured you.

Crane's breath was hot against your neck. "You feel so good." He breathed out softly, pausing to suck your skin between his teeth for a moment before releasing it again.

His teeth bit down on another part of your soft skin, his teeth sharp enough to break the skin. It would make a small wound just big enough to bleed a little as his body arched into yours more roughly. Crane's mind was clouded over with the gas and his need for you.

It was hot and sweaty as the two of you made love. His tongue gently lapped at the small bitemark as he continued to press into you. It was almost as though he needed to mark you as his. His body was pressed against yours as he continued to press you back onto his desk.

Each breath in and out was a shaky breath from Crane, the gas beginning to affect him more and more the longer his body and mouth stayed on you. His hands gripped your hips so hard his hands were turning white.

He could feel your body twitch beneath him. The way you moved and arched into him was almost maddening. Crane needed you, he would go crazy without you. His tongue traced down your neck and his mouth began to tease at your chest.

Crane's voice was low and breathy as he slowly licked and kissed the top of your chest. He didn't want to leave any part of your body untouched from his mouth. "My love, you have no idea what you do to me..."

The gas was driving him wild as he continued to mark your skin with his mouth. He couldn't get enough of you. He needed to be as close as physically possible.

His hand gently wrapped around your neck and caressed it softly before his thumb pushed into the bottom of your chin. If the gas hadn't already made your vision blurry there was no way that you wouldn't have been seeing stars now. He didn't care about the pain, he only cared about you and your body. His hand gripped into your neck a bit tighter as he continued to mark your body. A low guttural moan escaped Crane, it was almost animalistic.

"I'm so close, baby," you moan, lips open in bliss.

Crane's mouth pulled back from your skin. His breaths were shaking and his body was shivering. "Mm fuck—, my love. Show me how I make you feel."

His hands gripped you as you arched your back and moaned, cum flooding out of you. He wasn't going to let you break his grasp. His mouth sucked on that sensitive spot he first nicked in your apartment, needing you feel you fall apart over and over again.

He was completely entranced by you. Every breath you took he was there to feel it, his skin felt like it was heating like a fire. The gas was making him completely animal, needing to take you over and over again.

Your name, moans, and cusses tumbled from his lips. Crane's body shook as he reached his orgasm, his breathing jagged and shaking. Every movement he made made him shiver from how sensitive he was for you. His head fell to your shoulder as his hand gently caressed your neck.

He stilled, both of you letting out pants. "Thank you, Johnny," You kissed his cheek, feeling him pull out.

Crane still was shaking and his body was over sensitive from the overwhelming wave of pleasure he took from your body. He had to lean against you for a moment. His head rest against your shoulder as he tried to catch his breath. "You're the one to thank, my love." He replied quietly

You turned to the button, pressed it to stop the gas from continuing to cloud the room, then you flipped the switch which was for small vents, that slowly began to suck the gas away.

Crane didn't move from his resting place on your shoulder for quite a while, not until the gas was nearly purged from the room. He slowly lifted his head from your shoulder, his head still feeling heavy from the effects of the gas. Crane placed a sweet kiss to your temple before he gently lifted you off of the desk, still holding you close to him.

"Look at him, Johnny," You wrapped my arms around Cranes neck, both of you looking at the man who was choking on sobs. Crane's focus moved from you to the bound man on the other side of the room. His body was slumped forward and he sobbed through the tears running down his face. Crane's hand gently stroked your hair as you looked over his shoulder.

"His fear was delicious," Cranes hands held you tightly as the two of you observed the man. Crane's expression looked almost gleeful at the sound of the mans sobs and the sight of the tears running down his cheek. "This is perfect, my love. You look stunning while he only looks weak."

Crane slowly turned you in his arms so your back was against his chest. His hands then wrapped around you and held you close so you both faced the man. Crane still seemed happy at the sight of the scared prisoner before him.

"The fear is sweet, isn't it?" He whispered into your ear.

"Yes, love. It is," You smiled, the two of you in a warm, sweaty, sweet embrace. Crane pressed his head into the crook of your neck, his cheek rubbing against your skin gently. He inhaled your scent with a big breath in and then began to kiss up and down your shoulder. Crane couldn't get enough of you, and the adrenaline rush they had from tormenting the prisoner didn't help his love-crazed mind.

Crane was still feeling the effects of the gas as well as his over-sensitive skin, the adrenaline from the previous actions only adding to this feeling. His hands gently caressed you, holding you tightly against him as he continued to rub his cheek against your shoulder. His mouth never stopped peppering kisses across your skin.

He needed to stay close to you. He couldn't get enough of your skin. Crane was already planning in his mind how he'd take you to be his all night long. "What do we do with him?"

He was quiet as he thought, his thumb rubbing over the skin on your hip as he did so. He was still pressed against your back and his body heat could be felt against your skin.

"He'll start to grow cold soon. We'll need to add another dose to keep him conscious. Then we might break a finger or two to keep the party going."

"I love the way you think." Crane leaned close to your ear and breathed out onto the skin behind it.

"Maybe we can remove his fingers," a sinister and gleeful voice spoke softly in your ear. While it was still Crane's voice, it was deepened by the gas mask and the effects of the gas.

He continued to rub your hip softly as he whispered into your ear. Crane shifted his position once more so you could feel his need for you against your skin. The gas was still affecting him, which wasn't helping his already feral thoughts.

His eyes stayed locked on the prisoner, his mind already racing with ideas of the things he'd do to him. "You inspire the wicked thoughts in my head, my love." He whispered before his teeth bit down on your earlobe.

"I hope so," You face him, looking at his bright blue eyes and plump lips. "Don't you wanna show him the mask?"

Crane was staring into your eyes, his mind racing with all sorts of thoughts as he gently pushed you against the desk behind you. Crane let out a low hum deep in his throat before a dark chuckle escaped his mouth.

"Yes baby, I think I do want to show him that one." He whispered back before his lips hovered over yours. Crane's hands gently caressed the sides of your face as he stared into your eyes. "My wicked girl." He spoke with a low growl in his throat as his mouth met yours for a hard and messy kiss

His teeth gently nibbled on your bottom lip as he pulled away from the kiss, one hand still cradling your head. Crane gently lowered your head so your ear was beside his mouth. The prisoner could not see you now.

"The prisoner is becoming bored, my love." He whispered before his hand moved away from you, reaching back into the bag.

Crane grabbed the Scarecrow Mask and held it out in his hand. "Go on, put it on and show it to him," You urged.

"Of course, my love." Crane's voice was dark and seductive as his words caressed your ear. He lifted the mask above his head and pulled it over his face so it sat perfectly on his head. The mask completely changed Crane's demeanor from that of a doting lover to that of a ruthless criminal. And the prisoner in front of him began to get the chills.

He then turned to the man. Crane's gait was slow and filled with intent as he approached the restrained man. The prisoner immediately grew uncomfortable, not knowing what was to come. Crane's lips spread into a wicked grin as his eyes looked down at the trembling body of the man tied to the chair. Crane stood tall and took a long minute to just observe the man.

The man lurched against the chains and let out a blood curdling scream. Crane's body stiffened as the man's scream echoed through the holding cell. A low, guttural growl escaped Crane's mouth as he took a step forward towards the prisoner. His voice was deep and sinister as he spoke, completely distorted from the effects of the gas and the mask.

"Silence." Crane commanded, an anger behind every syllable.

Crane watched the prisoner as he quieted himself. Crane's gaze drifted over to you as he glanced at you over his shoulder as you approached him. His breath was heavy behind the mask and his body continued to tremble from the adrenaline and gas.

His hand gently brushed against yours as you came up beside him, silently acknowledging your presence. "You know, you look good in your mask."

"And you look delectable in anything, my love." Crane's sinister voice responded, his mouth curved up into a dark smile at your compliment. He gently wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close into his side before looking over to the prisoner again. "Do you like what you see?"

You nod happily. Crane's hand gently caressed your shoulder as his thumb brushed gently against your skin. His body vibrated lightly against yours.

"Good. Now, shall we make our little bird sing again?" Crane asked quietly to the prisoner before his gaze turned to you.

The rest of your day was spent torturing the man until he seized to exist, and bent over, having Dr. Jonathan Crane fuck you until you both saw stars and galaxies.

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justiceiswater · 1 year ago

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I cry! i cry for my two innocent little ones. I shouldnt be surprised that bruce would do such a thing but i am! the selfish hubris, the clear and destructive sense of entitlement! and then to just, treat him like the betrayer!

it is one of my most strong parental beliefs that if i know a truth, that my child doesnt want me know, I DO NOT try and trap them in a lie. I tell them straight up that I know what happened, because secrets are toxic and damaging and tricking my kid in a lie is only going to make things worse.

And bruce just went and did that!! Neglectful! emotionally manipulative! derisive!

Juvenile – Toxicology 2/4

Damian Wayne x Daughter of Poison Ivy!Reader

He was an arrogant boy, struggling as he was pulled between the legacy of being born to kill and the promise that he could change for the better. She saw the world through the eyes of her fatalistic mother, but was forbidden to make sense of it on her own. They shouldn’t work together. But Gotham made their lives align despite all of that.

Word Count: 14,300+

Warnings: nudity, mentions/references to sex, sexual assault/harassment, hormonal teenagers

Damian couldn’t sleep. He hadn’t been able to get a good night’s sleep for quite some time now. But he didn’t know what it was.

He walked into the kitchen. It was 6AM and he had given up on sleep, even though he’d returned from patrol around 3.

“Master Damian,” Alfred greeted. “What a surprise.”

“Pennyworth,” the teenage boy replied as he went to the coffee pot.

“What are you doing up?” Dick greeted tiredly. His hair was wet and he was in sweats. He had gotten back from patrol just now –even later than Damian – and was clearly trying to get something to eat before he passed out for a few hours.

“Couldn’t sleep…” Damian mumbled before taking a sip of black coffee. “What are you doing here?”

Dick had his own place in the city. Being a 26 year old mean that he had a level of independence that Damian had yet to achieve.

“Babs is out of town.” Which was code for, ‘I’d rather sleep here than sleep alone at my place where my girlfriend isn’t.’

Damian rolled his eyes. God, his brother was such a lovesick puppy. It made him sick.

“Wanna tell me why you can’t sleep?” Dick pushed.

His brother tried to sound casual, but there was an obvious concern. It was a question he would ask, but not Bruce. Checking in on people’s mental and emotional health was a responsibility that seemed to solely fall onto Dick.

“I probably wouldn’t tell you if I knew. But I don’t,” Damian answered before leaving the kitchen with his coffee.

His phone vibrated in his other hand as he walked up the stairs.

It was Y/N.

Damian opened the text message to find a 30 second video of the sun rising in Robinson Park. He could even hear the birds waking up, and felt like he was there. There was a romantic ambiance to it. Something only Y/N was capable of making him feel.

After watching the video, he read: “Morning! I feel like I haven’t seen you in awhile. Come over today… if you can.💚”

The truth was, Damian had been avoiding her. Furthermore, he was too much of a stubborn fool to realize that was why he hadn’t been sleeping lately.

And the thing was…he felt lousy when he wasn’t around Y/N. He wondered what she was doing. And then he wondered if she missed him as much as he missed her.

But Y/N was right: they hadn’t seen each other in at least two weeks. And that was out the ordinary for the two of them.

Before he could respond, Y/N sent another message.

It was a video of Y/N this time, sitting in a meadow of flowers with her cat, Cheddar.

Cheddar was an orange tabby cat with bright green eyes. Damian had found him as a kitten on patrol one night, shivering in the rain and malnourished. He knew his father would have a fit if he brought another stray back to the manor. So Damian brought it to Y/N.

Y/N immediately accepted the kitten as her own and named him Cheddar.

It made Damian happy knowing that she had another companion when he wasn’t around. She seemed to get lonelier than he did.

On top of that, after Joker set fire to Robinson Park over 5 years ago, Jon had also started a friendship with Y/N. But it was much harder for him to sneak away from Metropolis, especially since he was a terrible liar and…his father was Superman.

Damian looked at the message below the video with a smirk.

“Hey you little punk. Harley here. Look how cute our little sunflower is.”

Damian had already known it was her who sent it when he watched the video. Y/N would never send something of herself like that, preferring to show the beauty of nature and never herself. Harley must’ve stolen her phone.

He ignored the text, but watched the video two more times.

Damian was by no means a spiritual man. But when he looked at Y/N amongst her flowers and trees and grass, he truly believed it was what the Garden of Eden must look like. Despite his lack of education on such legends, he knew in his heart that Y/N was more beautiful than any depiction of Eve.

After her willow treehouse burnt down, Y/N made a new room for herself in the greenhouse. Poison Ivy wanted a closer eye on her anyway since she had nearly lost her daughter. And now that they knew about her friendship with Damian, they didn’t really need to sneak around anymore.

Damian walked into the greenhouse to hear music blasting.

Ivy and Harley had margaritas in their hands. God knows how many they’d already had. Y/N and Harley were dancing around in circles, Y/N’s head thrown back in laughter as Harley twirled her around again and again.

Damian felt a warmth in his chest as he leaned against the opening of the room with his arms crossed.

Or maybe it was just hot in here. It was a greenhouse, after all.

“Bat boy!” Harley screeched, noticing his arrival. “Come dance with us!”

Y/N slowed her dancing to wince, knowing Damian would rather die.

But the harlequin skipped forward and dragged the teenage boy further into the room.

Damian groaned and simply stood in the middle of their makeshift dance floor, refusing to so much as move a single muscle.

“You’re no fun! Just like batsy!” Harley pouted.

“Leave him alone. He doesn’t like to dance,” Y/N defended as she wrapped her arms around him from behind.

The tension and awkwardness immediately left Damian’s body when Y/N touched him.

“Want a margarita, Damian?” Poison Ivy asked.

“No, thank you.”

It was a good thing he said no, because Harley interrupted her girlfriend’s bartending to get her to dance. The song changed, getting a little slower. Ivy had a mischievous smirk as she let Harley pull her onto the middle of the open floor. Their bodies were passionately close.

“OK. Time to leave,” Y/N groaned and grabbed Damian by the hand, dragging him out of the greenhouse and back into the fresh air of the park.

“In about 5 minutes, they’re gonna be having sex in that kitchen,” she grumbled.

Damian couldn’t help but chuckle.

Ivy and Harley had a very open household when it came to sex. And while he knew Y/N benefited from it, she still would prefer not to be so close to her mother’s sex life.

And it wasn’t like no one ever talked about it in the Wayne household. But it was just always implied and not as healthy or honest as Y/N’s family. Well, Bruce never ever talked about his sex life. They were all just aware of how busy it was by the women that sneaked out of the manor early in the morning. Dick was always in relationships. Jason was always secretly in love with someone. And Tim was too sleep deprived to get some consistently.

“Where are you taking me?” Damian asked, trying to sound slightly annoyed by her dragging him around. But the truth was… he didn’t mind at all.

“The reservoir,” she cheered as if it were obvious.

“Isn’t it contaminated?” Damian asked.

“No,” Y/N laughed. “That’s a rumor my mother played up to stop punks from swimming in it. She wanted it as our own private pool. Thanks to me and mom, the water’s probably cleaner than any national parks.”

She led him to the edge of a boulder that worked as a natural pier overlooking the water.

The view almost made Gotham look beautiful. But both of them knew the truth of the city, and romanticizing it was dangerous.

“Let’s go swimming,” Y/N suddenly whispered.

“What?” Damian blurted out. “No.”

“Come on, Damian. Don’t be a killjoy.” She sounded so much like Harley.

Without waiting for another refusal, Y/N started taking off her dress.

Damian’s face immediately turned red and he quickly turned his back before he could see anything. “Y/N! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

She giggled, and it caused goosebumps to go across Damian’s skin.

“I said I wanted to go swimming. So I’m swimming.”

She wasn’t wearing a bra or underwear, so it took all about 5 seconds to get undressed, making it an even closer call for Damian almost seeing her completely naked.

“A little warning,” he over his shoulder, cheeks blushing.

He heard a splash and turned around to find Y/N in the water.

“It’s just a body, D. Everyone has one,” she chuckled.

Luckily for him, the water shielded him from seeing any details of her nudity.

“What? Are you scared?” Y/N teased, knowing exactly how to get him to do what she wanted.

Damian glared at her. “I am not scared of anything.”

“Well, you’re gonna have to prove that to me…”

He huffed.

“Do you want me to turn around?” She showed him mercy.

The two of them weren’t kids anymore. They were teenagers – 16 years old, to be exact. Damian had his drivers license. But his father still wouldn’t let him drive the batmobile. Meanwhile, Y/N had been driving since she was 12 – thanks to Harley.

Every day Y/N looked less like that little girl he first met, and more and more like a young woman. Her curves grew, making her less cute and more beautiful. After all, she was the daughter of Poison Ivy, Gotham’s own seductress and femme fatale.

Meanwhile, Damian grew inches, standing at 6 feet tall – and he wasn’t stopping anytime soon. The rest of his body still hadn’t caught up though, and he was still skinny and toned. Just another gangly teenage boy.

Without waiting for his response, Y/N turned her back to him. “I promise I won’t look.”

Damian gave up this fight and quickly got rid of his clothes, diving perfectly into the water like an olympic swimmer.

“Happy?” He growled when she turned around to face him.

Her smile dropped when she realized he really was annoyed with her.

“Sorry,” she mumbled. “I forget that you’re family is much more…”

“Prude,” he snapped.

“No, I was going to say conservative.”

Y/N smiled mischievously. “You know…you have a very cute butt…”

“You said you weren’t gonna look,” Damian growled.

“Oh, I didn’t look just now. It’s just a fact.”

Damian rolled his eyes before splashing water in her face.

“Hey!” She laughed and splashed him back.

And a full on water fight began.

By the end, they were both laughing and smiling.

Very few people could get so emotions and expressions out of Damian Wayne. And sometimes it seemed as though Y/N saw it as her sole responsibility.

“Hey, I have a proposition.”

Damian tilted his head and looked suspicious. “Here we go…”

“Let’s go to a bar!” Y/N cheered.

“A bar? Why?”

“Because we haven’t been, obviously. Come on. It’ll be fun, and you know it.”

Damian had no desire to go to a bar. Why would he want to hang out with a bunch of drunk adults? He barely tolerated people when they were sober.

“We’re 16, Y/N. No one is going to allow us into a bar.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Harley could get us the world’s best fake IDs in about 2 hours. But we wouldn’t even need them. Did you forget I can get people to do whatever I want?”

It was true.

As Y/N grew older, her abilities grew too. And she became even more powerful – more powerful than Poison Ivy would ever be. Persuasion and mind control were one of her many gifts. She’d gotten better at controlling them. But her emotions sometimes got the best of her.

If she wasn’t such a saint, Y/N’s powers would be terrifying and dangerous.

But she would never be comfortable with hurting and killing people like her mothers were. She understood that their victims deserved what they got. But she still knew she could never live with herself if she hurt someone again – especially by accident.

“Why do you even want to go to a bar so badly?” Damian questioned.

“I feel – I don’t know – suffocated,” Y/N admitted. “I wanna experience…something. Anything, really.”

Y/N had started leaving Robinson Park more and more. But it was always under the supervision of someone. Either her mother or Harley. But they both allowed such trips without them if Damian or Jon was with her. Sometimes it was to a coffee shop or a food truck. But to Gotham, Y/N still didn’t exist.

“There are better things to experience than a grimy bar,” Damian argued. “How about we go to the art museum tomorrow?”

Y/N didn’t hide her disappointment, but just nodded.

She started swimming back to the boulder. But she stopped before pulling herself out of the water.

“Oh, no,” she gasped.

“What?”

“I think Harley stole our clothes…”

“You have got to be joking,” Damian groaned.

Y/N sighed.

She could care less about walking around naked. Between the three women, they were practically a nudist colony. She and her mother needed the sun to stay strong, and would often sunbathe in the nude to relax when they were tired. And Harley just joined in on the fun. Y/N’s mothers made sure she realized there was nothing to be ashamed of with her body, that she was beautiful. Y/N just didn’t associate nudity with desire or sex.

But she knew Damian wasn’t raised the same way she was.

“I have a solution,” Y/N muttered.

Without giving Damian any warning, she gracefully lifted herself out of the water and on top of the boulder.

Damian knew he should look away. He was raised to be a gentleman by his father, Alfred, and his brothers. But his eyes were glued to her like he was in a trance.

Y/N didn’t realize he was staring at her naked body as she held out her arms and closed her eyes – not that she cared. Slowly, tiny green vines crawled up her body, and water lilies and lotus flowers started blooming against her skin. They were the only things keeping her decent, covering the most intimate parts of her body like a bathing suit and then like nature’s lingerie. She looked like The Birth of Venus.

Then she held out her palm and a giant leaf – the size of a grown man – grew from it.

She turned around and bent down to the water from atop of the boulder. “Here. You can use this until we get our clothes back.” He could basically use it as a towel and wrap it around his waist.

But Damian didn’t take it.

He had completely lost control of himself. The other thing about being a teenager was puberty, erratic hormones, and the lack of control he had over…well, certain parts of his body.

Damian wanted to die of embarrassment.

“Just…give me a minute. OK?”

Y/N tilted her head in confusion. “What do you–” Then her face dropped, “Oh.”

Damian wanted to escape this moment so he dunked his head underwater.

God, if his brothers ever found out about this…

When he resurfaced, Y/N was nowhere to be seen. “I’m gonna give you a minute while I go fight Harley back for your clothes!” He could hear her call out from a distance.

By some miracle, Damian had gotten control of himself by the time Y/N came back with his clothes politely folded in her hands.

“Harley said she was sorry,” she told him.

“No she didn’t,” Damian growled.

Y/N winced. “No, she didn’t,” she admitted.

Then she turned around.

Damian quickly dropped the giant leaf and changed into his clothes with a speed even he didn’t know he had.

“You can…turn around,” he sighed.

Instead of having a teasing smirk on her face, Y/N looked rather serious.

Without saying anything, they walked back to the greenhouse. Somehow Damian knew she was leading them back to her bedroom. And he blindly followed. It was where they usually hung out, Harley and Ivy almost never bothering them.

Y/N walked in and sat on the edge of her neatly made bed.

“Damian,” she mumbled, not making eye contact.

“Yes?”

“Can I ask you something?”

Oh, god. He was going to have to explain himself. She probably thought he was some kind of creep now, no better than some peeping tom or pedophile.

He nodded, knowing there was nowhere for him to hide.

“Why you’ve been avoiding me?”

Oh. This was not what he’d expected.

“I haven’t been avoiding you. Father has me on back to back patrol.”

Y/N shook her head. “You’ve never been too busy for me. Not even when you thought your father was dead and Dick was taking care of you.”

Damian sighed. “I don’t know what you are expecting me to say, Y/N.”

“Something’s changed between us. And I know you feel it, too.”

“I don’t know what you speak of,” he growled.

Now she was getting angry. And she shot up from the bed to stand up to him.

“Please don’t lie to me! Everyone’s noticed a change: my mom, Harley, even Jon.”

“We’re friends, Y/N. Always have been. Always will be,” he pushed.

Y/N stepped closer to him. “If you really feel that way, that’s fine. But I don’t think you do, Damian.”

He froze in place as she got closer and closer.

He’d dreamt of this moment for so long. And in this moment, he realized why he had been feeling off, why he couldn’t sleep, why he had been avoiding her.

Damian Wayne was in love.

And she knew him better than anyone, so that meant she had put it together long before he did.

Y/N cupped his cheek.

Damian swore his heart was about to beat out of his chest.

She leaned closer, but stopped when their lips were just a few centimeters apart. Her eyes flickered up to his, scared of making a mistake. But Damian did nothing to push her away, so Y/N closed the last of the distance between them. Her lips moved against his so smoothly. He knew this was her first kiss, but it sure didn’t seem like it.

But suddenly a toxic feeling washed over Damian.

No.

This shouldn’t be happening.

Love was for children. Love made people weak.

Love is why his father pushed women away left and right. Love is why Dick lost his focus on missions and ended up hurt. Love was what got Jason killed.

Damian shoved Y/N away from him, breaking the kiss harshly.

She instantly looked hurt.

“How do I know this is real? Huh?” Damian cried out. “How do I know this isn’t you?”

‘You’ as in her abilities. Her pheromones that brought even the strongest to their knees to worship the ground she walked on and give in to their darkest sexual desires.

He had never seen her do such a thing, but he had seen her mother’s powers in action. And Y/N was stronger than her, so he knew she could do the same.

Y/N looked hurt. Her eyes glowed green as they filled with tears. “Damian,” she whispered shakily, hurt clear in her voice.

“You have the power of seduction, do you not?”

But his heart screamed, ‘Damian, what are you doing?’

“I-I-I would never use my powers on you like that!” She stuttered out in a gasp, as tears flooded down her face. “You know I wouldn’t!”

“But what if you didn’t even realize you were doing it? How can you be so sure?”

Y/N was crying now. “I am sure!”

“How?” Damian fought back.

“Because I just am! Don’t you trust me?” She sobbed.

Damian was breathing heavily, but said nothing.

And that was worst than speaking. He’d missed his window to take everything back before it was too late.

“Get out,” Y/N suddenly growled.

His eyes shot to hers.

“I said get the fuck out!”

He didn’t move.

“LEAVE, DAMIAN!” Her eyes glowed and her veins turned green, covering her skin with poisonous lines.

He jumped back, never seeing her angry before.

But he did what she said and he fled.

When he got to the kitchen, Ivy and Harley were playing cards.

“Where’s the fire, kiddo?” Harley asked as they saw him rushing out .

He ignored them. As soon as he was outside of the greenhouse, he ran. And he didn’t stop running until he was at the gates of Wayne Manor.

Y/N eyed the bar from across the street.

‘Don’t be such a baby,’ she thought and crossed the street.

The heels she was wearing made her feel like a newborn dear. Her dress left little to the imagination and showed all the right skin. She opted for a dress with earthy tones instead of her family’s notorious green.

Y/N wasn’t a kid anymore. And she wanted to feel like a woman.

She came with the intention to find trouble. After being denied by Damian, she convinced herself the only way to feel better was to get what she wanted from someone else – even if it was a stranger in a bar.

In regards to her sexuality, Ivy and Harley had been rather disappointed when Y/N came out as straight to them.

“Are ya sure you’re not somewhere in the middle, sunflower?” Harley pushed when she told them. “Maybe this is just a phase…”

Both Harley and her mother had almost always known they were bisexual. And they had just assumed Y/N would grow up to be the same.

However, Ivy was more accepting of Y/N’s coming out. But Y/N had still seen the worry and dread in her mother’s eyes. Ivy hated men and didn’t trust them. She knew Y/N would have more heartbreak from them than she ever would from any female lover.

Ivy had never hidden her misandry, and tried to prepare her daughter for the evils of men since the day she was born.

But Ivy still had soother her daughter’s worries, “We’ll love you no matter what.”

Now Y/N stood in front of the bouncer.

“ID?” He glared at her.

And here was her first test.

Y/N tilted her head to the side and gave him a tempting look as she let her pheromones loose. “Oh, you sure you need that from me, handsome?”

She watched as his body loss control. He blinked rapidly as her pheromones took control of his body and mind.

He cleared his throat. “Of course, I don’t. Go right in, beautiful.”

“Thank you,” she cooed and walked past him as he held the door open for her.

But now that she was in the dim lighting of the semi-crowded bar, her courage wavered. Everyone stared at her as she entered. Whether it was from her powers or just her, she had no idea. It was hard to tell.

Y/N was suddenly overcome with anxiety.

Had she bitten off more than she could chew?

But she pushed the thought out of her head.

Y/N had seen her mother in action enough times to know how to do this. And she didn’t need to use her powers. No, she could seduce a man without help.

‘Get a drink. That’ll calm you down,’ a voice said in her head.

She slowly walked to the edge of the bar and instantly got the attention of the bartender.

A few seconds later, he had her drink in front of her, “On the house, darlin’.”

Y/N blinked in surprise.

Even after a few sips, she was still nearly shaking from nerves.

Little did she know her pheromones were slowly filling the bar, affecting all of the patrons. There were no windows and no airflow, and therefore she was slowly poisoning the entire bar with desire for her.

And there was no fooling, Y/N was still a child, a teenager. And she had yet to fully understand what men were capable of when they saw something they wanted. They took what they wanted.

Suddenly a man grabbed Y/N by the arm and turned her around.

“What’s your name, beautiful?” He growled.

Y/N gasped at how forward he was and how little space he gave her.

“Don’t touch me,” she growled, shoving him away.

But as soon as he stepped back, she saw that the whole bar was on their feet and staring at her. They all wanted her – even the women. But they weren’t who she had to worry about.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Y/N whispered as she tried to find her escape.

Suddenly all of them rushed her, wanting to touch her skin, to feel her.

She shoved one after another away.

But then she was grabbed by a middle-aged man. He was at least 6’5 and built like a brick house – he was too strong to push off of her.

Y/N yelped when he shoved her through the bar and out the back door, bringing them into an alleyway.

“Get off of me! Don’t fucking touch me!” Y/N screamed.

But she underestimated her poison and pheromone’s hold over the man. He wanted her and he didn’t care where or how.

He shoved her on top of a closed dumpster.

“Please,” Y/N begged. “Please stop.”

He growled, pulled down the thin straps of her dress, exposing her black, strapless bra. Then he hiked up the hem of her dress to her waist.

Y/N panicked, trying to think of all the self defense her mother and Harley taught her. But she never had to use it under pressure, and her body was crippling now.

She was sobbing and trying to shove the man off of her. But he was so strong.

He grabbed the band of her underwear and swiftly pulled, ripping them off.

“HEY! HEY!” A distorted voice yelled from the end of the alley. “GET THE FUCK OFF OF HER!”

But Y/N didn’t even hear them. Her body was too busy going into survival mode.

As the man was busy with undoing his pants, Y/N’s veins ran green and her eyes turned green, but they didn’t glow this time. No, they didn’t want to alert her prey.

It was like Y/N’s body had been taken over.

And it was now grasping the mans face and then pulled it to hers. Her lips slammed against his and she wrapped them into a deadly kiss.

The poison only took seconds to transfer to his body.

When it took effect, he stumbled away from her and took a step back. His eyes were wide with fear and his mouth was open as if gasping for air.

A second later, he dropped to the ground.

Dead.

“Holy fucking shit,” that same voice spoke again.

Y/N looked up to see a giant figure in a leather jacket and a bright red helmet.

“Stay away from me!” She gasped.

The figure held up its hands. “Hey, hey, hey. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

But she ignored him, staring down at the now dead man who had assaulted her.

“I killed him,” she whispered. “I killed him. I killed him. I fucking killed him.”

The man in the red helmet. “Listen to me, you didn’t do shit.” Then, without hesitating, he whipped out a gun and shot the dead man 3 times in the chest.

Y/N jumped and covered her ears as she winced. She’d never heard a gun before…and it scared the shit out of her.

“See? I killed the bastard,” he told her, his voice still managing to sound surprisingly soft for being distorted by the mechanics of his helmet.

Y/N was slowly coming out of her panic attack.

Jason figured it was a safe to approach her. He slowly took of his helmet, realizing that it probably was doing little to comfort her. But he still had his black domino mask to protect his identity. Then he shook off his leather jacket and carefully wrapped it around her shoulders, giving her decency and hopefully keeping her warm.

Y/N looked up at him cautiously. And recognition finally crossed her eyes. “I-I-I know you,” she whispered in a stutter.

Jason seemed to relax a little.

A lot of people in Gotham knew his alter ego. Some people saw him as a hero, others were scared of him. But at least he didn’t seem like a creepy stranger to her and he could actually help her now.

“Y-You’re Jason,” she added, making him freeze in his place. “Jason Todd.”

——

Damian had been assigned to patrol the safest neighborhood in Gotham.

It was what he deserved, really.

Last night he had nearly got his head shot off and it was completely his fault. He had been sloppy and in his head, not focusing on the mission at hand. And his father instantly noticed and reprimanded him accordingly.

Deep down Damian knew the punishment was really his father expressing his fear for almost watching his son die. But that didn’t stop the teenage boy from being bitter.

Now he stood on the roof top of a building, looking down at the streets below, fully aware that he would probably see no action tonight.

Obviously he knew why he’d been off his game.

Y/N.

He shouldn’t have said what he did. And he definitely shouldn’t have abandoned her. He was a coward. He saw that now. But in a way, he still believed he did what was best for them. Well, what was best for her. Damian didn’t care what the hell happened to him.

How could they ever truly be together?

They were enemies.

Her mothers, though not being evil, were still dangerous criminals. They didn’t respect the law and they did what they pleased – even if it meant hurting people to get their way. They’d been in and out of Arkham far too many times.

How could Damian be Batman’s accomplice when his girlfriend was so close in the crime he was trying to end?

Not to mention his family would never approve. Why did she think he was hiding their innocent friendship from them after all these years?

As Damian was lost in thought, his comm piece suddenly rang in a blood curdling frequency that hurt his tympanum.

He gasped and ripped it out of his ear, hoping it didn’t just make him go deaf.

But then his senses picked up on an intruder and he quickly realized he was not alone.

Damian whipped around to see Jason jumping onto the roof.

“There you are! Fucking hell! I’m been looking for you everywhere, Damian!”

The use of his given name was the first sign that something terrible had happened. No matter how bad things got Jason never used Damian’s name, opting to use Demon Spawn or Baby Bat or Bastard Child at all times.

“Todd,” the teenager greeted in a growl, expecting him to say one of his brothers or Bruce had gotten injured.

“You need to come with me,” Jason’s voice was nothing but serious.

“Why?” Damian couldn’t help but challenge him. “Did you just short circuit my comms?”

“I can’t explain here. Just do as I ask.”

10 minutes later, Damian realized that Jason had taken him to one of his safe houses in the city.

“Todd, if you don’t start talking soon…” Damian growled as Jason opened the metal gate of his industrial elevator.

But as soon as he entered the safe-house, Damian sensed another presence. It was loft style, so everything was open and easily searchable.

Y/N was sitting in the furthest corner, legs hugged to her chest. She was shaking so much that even the blanket wrapped over her shoulders couldn’t stop it. Mascara and eyeliner were smudged underneath her eyes, further proving that she had been crying – and crying hard.

Without asking anymore questions, Damian rushed to her side.

“Damian,” Y/N whimpered and buried her face into his chest, starting to cry once again.

“It’s OK. You’re OK. I’m here. I’m here,” Damian whispered to her as he rubbed her back.

But Y/N couldn’t speak, couldn’t tell him what had happened. She just cried and cried until she couldn’t cry any more.

Eventually, she wore herself out and Damian had carried her to the couch. He undid his cape to cover her as she slept.

As soon as he was convinced, she wasn’t going to wake up any time soon, he went to Jason who had been lingering in the kitchen.

“Tell me everything,” Damian demanded.

Jason recalled all that he had seen earlier that night and what Y/N had done. And he watched as Damian got angrier and angrier the further he got.

Then he was disturbingly silent once Jason had finished.

“Did you call her mother?” Damian finally asked, slow and steady.

“Oh, you mean Poison fucking Ivy?” Jason shot back incredulously. “No, I didn’t. She asked me not to. Said she didn’t want any more people to die.”

Damian nodded. That made sense to him.

“When she wakes up, can you drive us back to Robinson Park?”

Jason nodded.

“And…I need you…Can you cover for me tonight?”

Jason quirked an eyebrow. “Cover for you?”

“Just tell father I’m sleeping at your place tonight or something. He will think I’m sulking since he sidelined me tonight.” Then Damian looked over at Y/N sleeping. “I can’t…I can’t leave her tonight, Todd.”

Jason was processing this all much better than he would imagine. And instead of overwhelming him with a million questions, he just nodded his head again.

——

As Jason drove them to Robinson Park, Y/N fell back asleep in the backseat in Damian’s arms.

Damian didn’t bother to wake her when they reached the greenhouse. He just carried her into the greenhouse.

“I’ll pick you up right here early tomorrow morning,” Jason told him.

Damian nodded.

He had called Poison Ivy and Harley at Jason’s safe-house to explain the situation. They were worried out of their minds. But Damian insisted that they couldn’t bombard her tonight. It would only stress Y/N out more. His only saving grace in calming them down was that they trusted him with Y/N’s life and knew she’d be safe with him.

Ivy and Harley were waiting at the entrance with worry in their eyes.

Ivy rushed forward quietly and brushed Y/N’s hair away from her face. Then she scanned the rest of her body for obvious injuries. There were bruises across her arms and shoulders. But they all knew the real damage was mental.

“Do you mind…May I spend the night with her?” Damian asked softly.

Ivy gave him a sympathetic look.

“Of course you can, sugar,” Harley answered for her.

Damian just nodded and carried Y/N to her bedroom. He gently laid her on the bed and started changing out of his Robin uniform. He had extra clothes at Y/N’s place and quickly changed into them.

“Damian?” Y/N croaked.

He turned and hurried to the bed. “I’m right here.”

“I’m sorry,” she sobbed quietly.

“Sorry? Y/N, you have nothing to apologize for.”

“I didn’t mean to do it,” she whispered.

“I know, Y/N. I know.” Damian slipped onto the other side of her bed and Y/N instantly moved into his arms. “Just sleep tonight,” he sighed. “We can talk in the morning.”

She nodded into chest and hugged him tighter.

They had countless secret sleepovers as kids. But they weren’t like this. Those were filled with flashlights, sleeping bags, and giggling until exhaustion gave them no choice but to pass out. This cuddling was new. And now Y/N was embracing him like a lifeline.

Damian lay awake for most the night.

She went to the bar alone because he wouldn’t go with her.

If he hadn’t hurt her, if he hadn’t lied and pushed her away…then none of this ever would’ve happened.

The sunrise came far to quick for his liking.

But Y/N woke up with it.

She had always been an early riser, claiming to want to get as much as the sun as she could.

“You’re still here,” she greeted him sleepily.

Damian kissed her forehead. “Of course I am.”

“They’ll know I did it,” she whispered suddenly, looking up at the ceiling.

“No. No one will ever know. Your mothers took care of it.”

The body would never be found. Just like the first time Y/N accidentally took someone’s life. And just like last time, Damian would never tell a soul and would protect Y/N with his life.

“Damian, I lost control. I tried to stop it. But they…they wouldn’t stop. The whole bar was possessed. And I only have myself to blame.”

“We’ll practice,” Damian tried to assure her. “Your mother and I will make sure nothing like this will ever happen again.”

But he knew it would take more than that to convince Y/N that she wasn’t a danger to herself or anyone around her.

“Y/N…” his voice shook.

Y/N finally took her eyes off the glass ceiling to look at him.

“I’m sorry for what I did the other night. I didn’t mean any of it.”

Her eyes softened and she caressed his cheek. “I know you didn’t, Damian. I know.”

“But I still hurt you,” he wasn’t going to let himself off that easily.

“You did. But I know why you reacted that way.”

“I love you, Y/N.” He shook his head. “But this was never meant to happen. I was trained for many things, and being someone’s partner was not one of them. This. All of this…it scares me.”

Y/N smirked at that. “I thought you weren’t scared of anything.”

“I’m scared of being in love. I’m scared of you being used against me or getting caught in the life I born into.”

“I’m stronger than you think, Damian.”

And last night had a fucked up way of proving that to her.

“I’m scared, too.” She whispered. “But I don’t want to give up.”

Instead of responding, Damian crashed his lips against hers. And Y/N quickly kissed him back. But Damian was careful after what happened to Y/N last night. He didn’t want to push her too hard, too fast. So he reluctantly pulled away after a few minutes.

Y/N stared into his green eyes a moment before telling him, “I want to give you something.”

She jumped out of bed and shuffled to one of her dressers. She grabbed something out of it and hurried back to the bed, kneeling in front of Damian now.

She opened her palm to show him a corked test tube that was filled with a liquid that seemed to be glowing slightly, not that much different than her eyes.

“What is this?” Damian asked carefully, not taking it from her quite yet.

“It’s an anecdote. It protects anyone from all of mine and my mother’s toxins, poisons, and pheromones. It also cures all of them if given to the victim in time.”

His brow furrowed. “Why would you give me this?”

“If you’re still unsure if your feelings are real…take this.”

Damian pushed her hand away. “I don’t need to. I know how I feel.”

Y/N’s head hung.

“Unless you are the one that’s unsure,” Damian suddenly realized. “I’ll take the damn thing now just to prove it to you.”

“No. I know it’s real,” Y/N mumbled.

“You do?”

Y/N gave Damian a sad smile. “You don’t look at me the way those people did last night. You’re eyes aren’t filled with hunger and domination. You look at me with patience and…love,” she finished. “I know what forced lust looks like, and never once have you shown it.”

Damian couldn’t help himself and brought her face to his so he could kiss her once again.

“I want you to have it,” Y/N whispered when their kiss ended.

She shoved the anecdote in Damian’s hand.

He looked at it, realizing there were very few things she could do that would stronger show how much she trusted him.

Before Damian could say anything on the matter, his phone started ringing.

He sighed, “That will be Todd…”

“You have to go,” she finished for him.

“I don’t want to leave you. But my father is most likely suspicious already.”

As if on cue, Cheddar jumped onto the bed and snuggled against Y/N.

“I won’t be alone,” she laughed, as she pet the top of her cat’s head. “And you know the moms are going to be hovering all day…”

Damian smiled. He reached under the cat’s chin, finding his favorite scratching spot. “Good boy. Look after her for me.”

He begrudgingly got up to leave and but quickly turned around for one last kiss.

Y/N laughed at his antics. She could definitely get used to this new side of Damian.

Damian was silent the whole car ride back to the manor.

And when they reached the manor’s gates, Damian’s plan was to quickly jump out and make his escape.

But Jason saw this coming and immediately locked the doors. “Don’t even fucking think about it,” he warned.

Damian scoffed and crossed his arms.

“I think after all the shit last night, you owe me some answers.”

Damian didn’t say anything.

“How long has this little secret relationship been goin’ on, huh?”

Damian thought what his odds were of successfully lying to Jason. Out of all of them, Jason was best at lying. Did that also mean he was the best at reading a lie?

But Jason was right: he deserved answers. He took care of Y/N and had the sense to temporarily hide the body before Ivy and Harley could get rid of it for good.

The least Damian could do in return is tell him the truth. He actually owed him even more than that.

“Since we were 8,” he mumbled.

Jason’s eyebrows rose. “8! You’ve kept this a secret since you were 8!?”

“Look, I knew none of you would approve – especially father. And her very existence is a secret. I did it to protect her.”

Jason seemed surprised by the protectiveness that was thick in Damian’s tone.

Damian fully faced him, “You have already done enough for us. But I need you to promise that you will never tell anyone about her and what happened last night.”

Jason scoffed. “I thrive off keeping secrets from this family.”

But Damian already knew that Jason would never expose them.

“So…you two…you’re…like…dating?” Jason cringed.

Damian rolled his eyes. “Don’t be such a child, Todd.”

He smirked. “So, that’s a yes.” Then he closely studied Damian’s face. “Oh, fuck. You love her.”

Damian was silent for a moment, neither denying or confirming the statement.

But Jason already knew the truth.

“Can I go now?” Damian growled.

“One more thing,” Jason reached in the back seat of the car and shoved something into Damian’s chest.

It was a box of condoms.

Damian looked flabbergasted and his face turned bright red. “How the hell am I supposed to walk in with these?”

“I’m sure you’ll figure out something,” Jason shot back and then pointed a finger to Damian’s chest. “Wrap your dick. I don’t want anymore demon spawn in this fuckin’ city.”

He finally unlocked the car doors.

Damian rolled his eyes and made his escape.

He practically sprinted up the stairs and into his bedroom, immediately hiding the box of condoms in his secret compartment.

Dick found Bruce in the bat cave, working. That man was always working.

Without waiting for an invitation, Dick took the empty chair next to Bruce and joined him in staring at the screens.

“Please tell me you’ve noticed Damian acting differently,” Dick hummed casually. “Something’s been off with him.”

Bruce blinked, but kept looking at the screens. He hesitated before telling him, “I believe he has a girlfriend.”

Dick’s jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”

Bruce shrugged.

“…and do you plan on talking to him about that?” Dick questioned.

“What for?”

He rubbed his face with frustration. “Bruce, you cannot be serious.”

“If he wanted to talk to me about it, he would,” Bruce answered.

“He’s just as emotionally constipated as you are,” Dick snapped. “You really think he’s going to be the one to start the conversation.”

Bruce finally took his eyes off the screen to face him. “Has he talked to you about it?”

Damian’s habit of going to Dick as more as of a father than Bruce was a sensitive topic. And Dick knew deep down it made Bruce upset that his son didn’t trust him the same way he did his oldest brother.

Dick’s silence answered his question.

“How did you even figure it out?” Dick asked. “Have you been tracking him?”

Bruce shook his head. “He walked in with a box of condoms the other day.”

“Well, at least he’s being safe – no thanks for you,” Dick groaned.

Bruce sighed. “I taught Damian to be respectful – we all did. I don’t think you need to be worried about it.”

Dick rolled his eyes. “Do you know who she is?”

Bruce shook his head.

“And are you going to continue your privacy-abusing ways and find out?”

“If and when Damian wants to introduce us is his decision.”

Dick had enough and stood up. “This family is so messed up when it comes to relationships,” he mumbled as he walked away.

6 MONTHS LATER

Damian had walked into the greenhouse to find Ivy and Harley looking at a map of some kind. No, they were blue prints.

As soon as they noticed his entrance, they rolled up the paper.

Damian quirked an eyebrow, but ignored it. “Is Y/N in her room?”

They both nodded.

He bowed his head and started walking past.

“Not so fast, kiddo,” Harley interrupted.

Damian paused.

“It’s time we had a little talk,” she said with an evil smirk.

Damian rubbed his face. He had been dreading this conversation. But, honestly, he was surprised it hadn’t happened sooner. After all, the two of them knew the exact moment his and Y/N’s relationship had moved from platonic to romantic.

“We want to make sure ya treatin’ our little sunflower right,” Harley cooed.

“She has an IUD…” Damian noted, as if it was obvious, because they were the reason she even got one.

“We’re not talking about safety. We’re talking about pleasure,” Harley clarified with her infamous cackle.

Damian groaned. God, this was so much worse than the safe sex talk. “Believe it or not, my mother taught me quite a lot about female anatomy.”

“Your mother also drugged your father and assaulted him to get pregnant with you,” Ivy pointed out. “So I that doesn’t exactly comfort me.”

“I would never do that to her or anyone,” Damian said darkly, insulted that she had even suggested he was capable of the same mistakes his mother made.

“Look little puddin’, we wouldn’t be worried about this if you were a gal,” Harley told him bluntly. “Most men don’t know what they’re doing. And teenage boys definitely don’t know what they’re doing. They don’t appreciate the female body…”

“OK! Enough!” Y/N shouted suddenly.

None of them had heard her walk in the room.

Damian looked at Y/N like she was his knight in shining armor.

“Fuck. You two are mortifying,” Y/N hissed as she grabbed Damian’s hand and dragged him to her bedroom.

Once they were in the safety and privacy of her room, Damian relaxed.

“I’m so sorry about them,” rubbed her face in embarrassment.

But Damian didn’t think she should apologize on their behalf. “How do they know we haven’t had sex yet?”

Y/N shrugged. “My pheromones. Mother would instantly know.”

“Interesting…” he mumbled.

Although, Y/N didn’t share with Damian the fact that she had recently started asking her moms more specific questions on the subject and way more frequently.

Suddenly, Y/N stepped very close to her boyfriend with an adorable smile.

“Hi,” she giggle before kissing him, upset she couldn’t immediately do it upon his arrival. Instead she had to save him from her moms.

“Hello,” he greeted with a smile when they broke apart.

“So,” Y/N sighed as she plopped herself to sit on the edge of her bed. “What exactly did your mother teach you about female anatomy?”

“You heard that?” He groaned.

She laughed at his embarrassment.

Damian blushed. “Truly, I would prefer the classic threat to my life that dads give, than two moms asking if I know how to pleasure their daughter.”

Now Y/N was really laughing.

But Damian had enough of the teasing and embarrassment.

He slowly walked to the edge of the bed and didn’t stop until he stood between Y/N’s legs. She yelped with his hands gripped her waist and brought it to his, eliminating all space between their bodies.

Then he dipped his head. “But trust me when I said my mother was very thorough in her teachings. She always said the world has no more room for disappointing male lovers.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, “Damian Wayne. Who are you?”

Damian answered her question with a passionate kiss.

He pulled them fully onto the back, hovering over his girlfriend as he deepened the kiss.

“What are you doing tomorrow night?” Damian asked, his voice husky from kissing.

“Nothing,” Y/N laughed lightly.

“Will you come spend the night with me at the condo?” He asked.

The condo as in one of his father’s many properties in the city. It was a penthouse in one of the few safe areas of Gotham.

But Y/N knew what he was really asking, and he seemed to read her mind.

Damian cleared his throat. “I have quickly realized that I want to be far, far away from your moms when…” the words died out.

And he was back to shy and unsure self.

“You don’t even have to ask,” she whispered to him as she thumb traced his bottom lip.

“Actually I do have to ask,” Damian corrected.

Y/N had to follow very strict instructions when she arrived at the Wayne condo. This was all to ensure that no one would catch her entrance on any security footage and Damian could hide that they were ever there.

“What’s all this?” She asked when he led her to the kitchen. Her eyes took in all the ingredients on the kitchen island.

“I thought I would make you dinner…” Damian told her as if it were obvious and should’ve been expected.

Y/N’s heart warmed and she quickly kissed him.

Their night was normal. More normal than their relationship or friendship has ever been.

It almost made them feel like a normal couple: Damian cooking. Having a place to themselves. No hiding. No parents invading their privacy.

They felt like adults. And they felt free.

Y/N was amazed at Damian’s cooking. He had never done this before – mostly because there was never an opportunity.

When they were done eating, a comfortable and peaceful silence fell over them. The music Y/N put on and the rain outside were only things they listened to.

Y/N slipped out of her chair went to Damian’s lap. He welcomed her body against his.

“Thank you for dinner,” Y/N told him softly as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I honestly had no idea you could cook,” she giggled.

Damian just kissed her in response.

“I’m gonna clean up,” Y/N told him, starting to get up from his lap.

But Damian tightened his grip and wouldn’t let her.

“Leave it,” he told her.

It was soft, but Y/N could tell she shouldn’t argue with him.

Damian carefully stood from the chair with her still in his arms. He may have been a lanky teenager, but he was disturbingly strong from this training and life as Robin.

He carried her to the master bedroom.

Everything happened so slowly. But in Y/N’s head, it was all so fast.

Next thing she knew, they were naked under the covers, kissing more and more passionately.

Damian pulled away and looked down at her with concern.

“What? What’s wrong?” She quickly asked. Her breathing was so shallow.

“You are trembling,” he said quietly.

“I’m fine,” she answered too quickly.

But he narrowed his eyes, silently warning her not to lie to him.

“I’m…umm…” She struggled to speak.

Y/N’s eyes simmered green suddenly, not glowing like usual, but dark. Damian had never seen them do that before.

“I’m really fucking nervous right now,” she finally admitted.

“Y/N,” Damian murmured. “We do not have to do this.”

“No, no, no,” she tried to shut that down.

“Did I do something to make you uncomfortable?” He asked, immediately thinking he had done something wrong.

Y/N’s eyes widened “No, you didn’t do anything, Damian.”

Then she pulled his face down to keep kissing him.

But Damian gently pulled away. “Do not do that,” he warned gently.

“Do what?”

“Pretend like you are alright when you are not.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N whimpered. “It was just the build up. I’ve been getting more and more anxious all night. And now I’m all in my head.”

Damian slowly got out of bed and started shuffling around the room. He put his boxer briefs back on and started looking for fresh clothes in the closet, and then handed her an oversize cotton shirt.

He sat on the edge of the bed as Y/N looked at him with confusion.

“Are you mad at me?” She asked so quietly, scared of his answer.

Damian blinked, and then his face scrunched in realization.

He quickly cupped her face. “What? I would never be mad at you for such a thing. Do not ever apologize for saying no to me. Understand?”

He was using his Robin voice and it really caught Y/N off guard.

But it was clear he was waiting for a confirmation from her, so she quickly nodded.

“I would never make you do something you were not completely comfortable with,” he added gently.

She nodded again. “I know that. I was just scared to admit that I don’t think I’m ready.”

“Come here,” he told her as he slid back into the bed, pulling her back into his arms.

Y/N didn’t bother putting on the shirt he’d handed her. The nudity wasn’t her problem, it never was.

“I love you,” she uttered so quietly, almost like she was speaking to the night.

“Wana ahibuk, ya habibi,” he whispered into her hair before kissing her.

Y/N didn’t speak Arabic – she was working on that – but somehow she still felt what he’d spoken to her.

“We need to regroup!” Dick screamed in his comms to the family. “They’ve split us apart on purpose!”

It was true. Whoever was behind this attack had known that the bat family patrolled different areas of Gotham, and now they’d taken advantage of that.

“I’m trying to find an out!” Tim huffed, clearly out of breath as he kept fighting.

Damian ignored his brothers. Maybe it was his arrogance, but he tended to almost never panic in situations like this.

However, what he was worried about was missing date night with Y/N.

He was supposed to meet her 30 minutes ago.

Then a familiar figure dropped down in front of him.

Slade.

Damian’s jaw clenched at the sight of him.

That explained how the attack had been planned so well: Slade knew their family well. Too well.

And there had been a certain rivalry between Damian and him since he’d taken one of his eyes as a mere boy.

“Well, well, well… if it isn’t the world’s most entitled brat,” Slade cooed as he unsheathed both of his swords.

Damian glared. “Did you come to lose your other eye?” He held his sword at the ready, correcting his stance.

The next second, they were charging each other and their sword fighting began.

Slade was still a few inches taller than Damian’s teenage height. But the growth spurt still made Damian at less of a disadvantage than when he faced off with the traitor as a child.

Their swords collided, locking them in place.

Slade lowered his head closer. “Tell me…how does it feel to never truly belong?”

Damian shoved him away, but the man kept talking.

“You’re not strong enough for the League, but you’re far too corrupt to ever truly be the noble Batman’s son.”

Damian growled at the comment, but said nothing more.

Slade was clearly trying to distract him or a get a enough of a rise out of him that he lost his focus.

They continued fighting, both growing more exhausted.

The fight when on and on and one, then Damian suddenly heard a scream of pain in his comms.

It was Tim.

The sound alone caused Damian to mess up his footing.

Slade noticed and immediately took advantage of it. He sliced his sword across Damian’s chest, striking him down.

Damian groaned in pain and fell to his knees. Not even a second later, Slade sent a kick to his middle, further injuring Damian and knocking him completely to the ground.

‘Get up!’ Damian’s mind told him. ‘Get up you weakling.’

Slade put his sword underneath his chin. “No one will miss you,” he smirked.

No. That wasn’t true. His family would. Of course they would.

But that’s not who Damian was thinking of. No. Not at all.

It was Y/N’s face that flashed in his mind. She would miss him. In fact, he wasn’t sure she’d ever recover. She loved him so much. In fact, Damian was sure he’d never be loved as much by anyone else in his life ever again.

Damian looked up, meeting his fate. He refused to show fear in death.

Slade raised his sword.

Except it never fell.

Instead Slade was ripped back 30 feet like a rocket.

Damian looked around in a panic.

Giant vines erupted form the concrete of Gotham.

And the first one had wrapped around Slade’s torso and had ripped him away from Damian protectively.

The others were picking up cars and tossing them at Slade’s comrades, taking them out by the handful.

As Damian shakily go to his feet, someone had stepped between him and the enemy.

Y/N.

“Stay away from him,” she growled as Slade got back to his feet.

“Y/N, get out of here,” Damian begged. He struggled to get back on his feet.

But she ignored him entirely.

And instead…she wreaked havoc on the enemy.

Screams filled the air as the thick vines whipped and grabbed. It was even terrifying to watch while knowing one was safe and they were allies.

And soon, it was just Slade left.

Vines wrapped around him, holding him in place. Y/N clenched her fist and Slade screamed in pain as the vine broke half the bones in her body from the pressure.

Damian knew she was going to kill him. The veins in her skin popped out as they turned green. Her body was preparing for a poisonous kiss, and he knew it.

He jumped in front of her. “Y/N, that’s enough.” His voice was low and serious, making sure Slade couldn’t hear him.

“He almost killed you!” She tried to argue.

“It does not matter. You cannot kill him. You have broken half his body. He’s not going anywhere. Let the authorities handle him.”

Y/N turned around to glare at Slade.

“Fine,” she huffed. But with a gesture of her hand, the vines tightened again, now putting pressure on Slade’s broken body. He cried out in pain once again.

Now that they were out of danger, Y/N’s full attention was on Damian.

“You’re hurt,” she whimpered.

“This is nothing,” he quickly told her. “What are you doing here?”

“You never miss date night. And if you do, you always message me. Always. I knew something was wrong.”

“It was quite the surprise,” Damian managed to smirk.

But Y/N wasn’t as amused and was looking at the gash on his torso that was bleeding. She was used to seeing Damian bruised and patched up. But it was always after he’d been tended to – plus, Damian always played off his injuries as to not worry her.

“I will be fine, Y/N.”

Sirens started ringing in the distance. Followed by someone jumping to the ground behind them.

Y/N whipped around and placed her body protectively in front of Damian, ready to fight yet again.

“Red Hood,” Damian greeted.

Y/N instantly relaxed.

“You gotta go,” Jason pointed to Y/N. “Cops are gonna be here any minute. And if you guys want to keep this little Romeo and Juliet shit going, you best not be here when they get here – or worse, when Bats gets here.”

Damian knew he was right.

Y/N and him shared a look.

“Go,” Damian pushed her. “I will be fine.”

Y/N reluctantly did as she was told, but not before kissing him.

——

Damian and Tim both barely made it home alive tonight. Tim had broken his arm and had bruises and cut all across his body. And Damian had to get stitches from Slade’s sever. And one of his ribs was badly bruised. But the rest of the family was thankfully doing alright.

But that meant Damian was on strict orders to recover. There would be no Robin for a couple of weeks. And he hated being sidelined.

He was pouting in his bedroom sketching when Jason surprisingly walked in.

Jason rarely spent time at the manor. Alfred basically had to beg him to visit.

“What are you doing here?” Damian asked without taking his eyes off of his paper.

Jason closed the door behind him and walked to Damian.

“Special delivery,” he said before reaching into the inside pocket of his leather jacket and pulling out a glass vial.

Damian immediately knew who it was from.

“She said it would enhance the healing process and numb the pain,” Jason shrugged.

“She gave this to you?”

Jason chuckled. “Yep. The girl gave me a heart attack when plants started crawling through my window and she jumped into my living room.”

Damian tried to suppress his smile at the image.

Jason’s amusement dropped. “She’s real worried about you, ya know.”

“I know.”

Jason sighed. “She saved your ass tonight. You got lucky.”

Damian glared at him. “I had it under control.”

“Maybe you should get over your ego and just thank her.”

But Y/N wasn’t looking for thanks. Damian would’ve done the same thing had the roles been reversed. That was their relationship.

There was not much else to say, so Damian finally looked up and gave Jason a look that asked, ‘Why are you still here?’

“How long do you plan on keeping this a secret?”

“Todd, stay out of it,” Damian warned.

Jason stepped even closer to him before lowering his voice. “Listen, Poison Ivy and Harley are planning something. And I don’t think you should be getting in the middle of it.”

“Planning what?” Damian only half cared.

“You’re too busy being a love sick puppy to notice that Gotham is about to make a deal with Powers Technology. Their proposing to build an oil rig within Gotham’s city limits. Not to mention another factory that will increase pollution.”

“What is your point, Todd?” Damian feigned ignorance.

All these years he’d done a good job of staying out of Ivy’s criminal behavior. It would’ve only complicated his relationship with Y/N and his job as Robin. But now it seemed that had all come to an end.

“Did you forget your girl’s mom is the most notorious eco-terrorist in the world?” Jason scoffed. “Powers Tech is one of the most environmentally destructive corporations in America, and they’re about to make Gotham their new home.”

Damian did know about this. Not only had Jason been following this news, but so was Bruce. Damian would be rather terrible at his job as Robin if he wasn’t already aware that Ivy was most likely going to make a move.

“I know what I’m doing,” Damian sighed.

“And that is…what? Not doing anything at all?” Jason challenged.

Damian only glared at him.

Jason sighed. He should’ve known this conversation wasn’t going to go anywhere or help anything. “You can’t be neutral player in Gotham. Not as Damian Wayne and definitely not as Robin.”

“Will that be all?” Damian quipped.

“Fuck this,” Jason snapped, throwing his hands in the air. “I’m done.”

And with that, he quickly left Damian’s bedroom and the manor.

——————

LATER THAT NIGHT...

Damian was asleep when he heard them.

Something or someone was at his window.

His eyes snapped open and he reached for his sword in the same breath.

But when he whipped around in bed to face the intruder, he let out a sigh of relief.

“Y/N, what the hell are you doing here?” He voice was rough with sleep.

“I came to check on you,” she shrugged as if it were obvious.

“Do you have any idea how stupid this is? My father has surveillance around this entire property,” he hissed.

But Y/N looked unimpressed. “And you think I don’t know how to avoid cameras as if my life depended on it?”

Damian was still frowning.

“Relax,” Y/N giggled. That sound alone rid Damian of all pain. “I stayed out of sight.”

Y/N bounced onto his bed, and it took every ounce of strength for Damian not to show his amusement.

She looked around. “So…this is your bedroom, huh? Your photos and videos definitely didn’t capture how huge it is.”

Damian rubbed his face.

She was already here. There was no point in scolding her further.

“Did I wake you?” Y/N whispered.

Damian nodded.

He thought his answer was going to make her feel guilty and let him go back to bed, as long as she could cuddle and sleep with him, too.

But instead, Y/N straddled Damian and pulled him into a rough kiss.

“I haven’t stopped worrying about you,” she whispered to him.

Except Damian was too preoccupied with her eyes glowing. They weren’t nervous this time. No, they were needy, filled with want and love.

“Damian?” She whispered.

“Yes.”

“I’m not nervous anymore.”

But Damian knew what she was really saying.

Tonight had clearly scared her. And Y/N was done waiting or being intimidated by their love. She almost lost him, and her mind wouldn’t let her stop thinking about it. She needed to be close to him, needed to touch him, needed to remind herself that he was OK and alive.

“Am I hurting you?” She suddenly asked, glancing at his injuries.

Damian’s grip on her waist tightened in case she tried to move out of his lap. “No, you are not hurting me.”

“OK,” she answered with a shy smile.

Then she started kissing him again. It was getting more and more heated. And Y/N seemed rather frustrated that Damian wasn’t being more aggressive about taking off her clothes – after all, he had already been sleeping shirtless.

But Damian still wasn’t pushing.

He broke their kiss and stared deeply into her eyes. “Are you certain?”

She grinned at how soft he sounded. Damian Wayne. Her gentle boy. She always thought it was silly that people failed to see this side of him. But it was her secret to protect. And in return he protected her.

“Absolutely,” she told him as she pressed her forehead to his.

——

Damian awoke early the next morning with Y/N still sleeping in his arms.

And he was suddenly bitter that this couldn’t be their every day. It wasn’t fair. Even if he did share their truth, his family would never accept it. His father already despised metas – and Y/N’s parentage only made things worse.

He would have to sneak Y/N out soon.

But he allowed a few more minutes of her being in his arms, and pressed kisses to her naked back and shoulders.

That slowly woke Y/N up.

She turned to face him, but buried her face into Damian’s chest. It reminded him of a cat, making him chuckle.

“We have to go, beloved,” he whispered before kissing her forehead.

Y/N let out a breathy laugh. “Beloved,” she repeated teasingly.

“Do you not like it?” He asked her carefully, suddenly unsure of the intimate name he’d bestowed upon her.

“No, I like it.” She laughed, “I just don’t think a lot of teenage boys are running around calling girls ‘beloved’.”

“Well, I am not like most teenage boys…”

Y/N rolled her eyes at his arrogance. “You tend to think that, don’t you?”

Damian pinched her side. And she let out a quiet yelp.

“Come on. I should bring you home…”

Both their disappointment was clear.

1 MONTH LATER

Damian was given a night off of patrol. But to him, that meant sitting in the cave and closely studying all the monitors as Dick and Bruce patrolled. His father had been rather insistent on giving Damian a break, which seemed rather odd.

A part of him thought he could sneak to the park to see Y/N or even try to sneak her into the manor. But when he had messaged her, she said her mom was in a testy mood for some reason and refused to let her leave the greenhouse.

Damian thought that had been rather odd. But he didn’t push.

A few hours went by without trouble from the patrol.

But Damian should’ve realized it was the calm before the storm.

“There is a SWAT team and GPD arriving at City Hall,” Damian reported to Dick and Bruce.

No response.

That was when the vines crawled up the building.

“B, the cops aren’t equipped to handle Ivy’s toxins. Only SWAT has gas masks,” Dick reported into his comms.

Bruce didn’t respond, though.

The vines had completely taken over City Hall, claiming it as their own.

Damian’s gaze moved to a news report and turned up the volume as an anchor reported, “POISON IVY ATTACKS CITY HALL AS NEGOTIATIONS ARE FINALIZED BETWEEN POWERS TECH AND GOTHAM CITY.”

Damian suddenly put it together.

This is what Ivy had been planning. She was either going to scare Powers Tech out of Gotham, or kill them.

The vines smashed cop cars and started flinging SWAT members and officers around the block like they weighed nothing. But they didn’t stand down.

“Batman, what’s the plan here,” Dick started sounding nervous.

“They’ve got it handled,” Bruce finally spoke.

Damian’s brow furrowed. His father knew better than anyone that the group didn’t stand a chance against Poison Ivy. What was his angle?

Suddenly, GPD started launching gas canisters at Ivy and her monstrosities.

The news helicopter captured a closeup of Ivy as she gasped in pain and was brought to her knees. The gas was making her weak and killing all her attack plants.

Damian’s eyes widened in disbelief, realizing that not only had GPD prepared for Poison Ivy’s plan… but so had Batman. And the latter was so much worse.

A thought suddenly occurred to him.

“No,” Damian gasped.

He sprinted out of the cave and up the stairs of the manor to his bedroom.

His breathing was heavy and panicked as he ripped through his room to get to his secret department.

When he opened it, Damian felt sick to his stomach.

The anecdote that Y/N had given him was gone.

And the only person who could’ve taken it…was his father.

It all started to click.

Bruce had known Damian was hiding something. What he actually knew and what he thought he knew didn’t matter. Because he’d found the anecdote, replicated it and supplied it to Gotham to protect itself from Poison Ivy, rendering her powerless.

Damian turned to the TV on in his room, finding the news station.

“THE ECO-TERRORIST KNOWN AS POISON IVY HAS BEEN OVERCOME BY GOTHAM POLICE AND TAKEN INTO CUSTODY. WHILE WE DON’T KNOW THE OUTCOME OF TONIGHT’S EVENTS, IT IS SAFE TO ASSUME DR. PAMELA ISLEY WILL BE SEEING THE INSIDE OF A CELL AT ARKHAM.”

Without thinking, Damian sprinted to the garage, and grabbed the first motorcycle he saw. He threw on a helmet, revved the engine, and raced to the city.

Halfway there, it started pouring rain. The conditions weren’t safe to continue driving on a motorcycle.

But Damian didn’t care. He had to get to her.

Damian skidded the bike to a halt in front of the greenhouse and tossed the helmet to the ground with no consideration.

Sprinting to her bedroom, he yelled out Y/N’s name.

But there was no answer.

Damian was panicked now.

What if they’d come for her? What if his father knew all about Y/N, and the authorities were coming after her now, too? Guilty by association.

Damian wouldn’t let that happen.

He continued to scream her name as he searched the greenhouse. Eventually, the only place left to look was the rooftop.

Stepping into the pouring rain, Damian called out Y/N’s name.

Then he ran to the edge, hoping the high viewpoint would maybe help him locate her within the park. But the rain made it impossible to see more than 10 feet in front of him.

“What did you do?” Y/N said from behind him.

Damian whipped around to find Y/N watching him menacingly. She was wearing a white dress that was soaking wet from the rain and basically transparent. She must’ve been out here long before he’d arrived.

“Y/N, listen to me,” he stepped towards her.

But vines stopped him from getting even an inch closer.

Y/N’s teeth were clenched as she repeated her question, “What did you do, Damian?”

The vines pinned his arms to his side.

“I would never betray you,” he objected.

“You are the only person in the world who has ever possessed the antidote. You had the only key that could take down my mother…and me.” She slowly stepped closer with each word, but her anger grew and grew.

“I did not give it to him! Y/N, please,” Damian begged for her to listen.

But the vines were around his neck now, choking him.

“I don’t believe you!” Y/N screamed. “I kept you and your family’s secret for years and years! Why couldn’t you do the same?”

It wasn’t until she stepped closer that Damian realized she was crying. Her eyes were bloodshot, proving that it had started long before he got there.

Damian wanted to tell her that this wasn’t the first time her mother was stuck in Arkham, that she would see her freedom at one point or another.

“Do you know who else is locked way there?” Y/N cried.

Damian said nothing.

“The Joker. As in the ex of my mother’s partner. And he would love nothing more than to get my mother within his reach and kill her. And he’s just one of her enemies waiting for her.”

Damian struggled against the vines hold.

Y/N stood inches from his face now. Her tears continuing to escape. “My mother will die in there.”

“No, I promise she won’t,” he managed to squeeze the words out as his throat was being tightened.

Y/N tilted her head and gave him an incredulous look. “And you think you have the power to do so? To act against your father – especially after tonight?”

And they both knew she was right.

Y/N stepped closer again, inches from his face as he was pulled off his feet by the vines.

“I hate you,” Y/N hissed.

And Damian’s heart broke.

“I should kill you right now for what you did,” Y/N whimpered. Her eyes flickered to his lips as the veins beneath her skin turned green. “You destroyed my family. Destroyed my home. Don’t you get it? Your father killed my mother.”

Y/N reached out for Damian’s face, roughly cupping his jaw with one hand.

She was hurting, suffering. And her eyes showed it all.

Damian did this – him and his family. Their life mission allowed nothing else.

Her lips hovered over his.

And Damian knew if their lips touched, it would be a kiss of death.

Except, why would he fight? What was the point? He deserved this; he knew he did.

Damian Wayne excepted his fate.

He would rather die than look into the eyes of the girl he loved, knowing that she truly believed he betrayed her.

But Y/N couldn’t do it. She couldn’t.

Maybe if she were more like her mother she could.

Y/N cried harder as she realized what she was incapable of doing.

Slowly, she backed away from him.

“We were fools for thinking this could ever last,” her voice shook. “I never want to see you again, Damian Wayne. And if I do…” She hesitated. “If I do, I will kill you.”

With that, the vines released him and he dropped hard to his hands and knees.

He expected to look up to find Y/N glaring at him. But what he found was so much worse.

She was heartbroken. She was destroyed. She didn’t look at him the same way anymore.

Before Damian could even take in a breath to speak, he was smacked off the roof by one of the plants. The height wasn’t enough to kill him, but it knocked the wind out of his lungs. He coughed into the grass beneath him, trying to get it back.

Walking like a zombie – no purpose or care or mind – Damian made his way back to the motorcycle he had discarded. Ignoring the rain pelting him.

To his surprise, Harley crossed his path.

She had an empty and distant look in her eyes.

Harley was broken.

Damian caught her eye and she stopped walking.

How she hadn’t also been detained was beyond him.

“Harley…” he tried to speak. But he instantly stopped. What could he even say?

In return, she looked at him with disgust. “Go home, kid. Before I change my mind.”

——

Damian didn’t go to the cave. He flew back into the regular garage with his motorcycle, soaking wet and dripping water.

But he wasn’t that lucky.

The entire family was in the kitchen, and they were waiting for his return.

Even Jason was there, looking surprisingly uncomfortable.

Bruce stepped out of the kitchen as soon as he caught sight of his youngest son. The rest of them timidly followed.

“Where have you been?” Bruce demanded. His eyes scanned his son’s body, noticing the bruise around his neck and the cut on his cheek and lip.

But Damian continued his walk, completely ignoring his family as he dripped water through the house and made his way to the stairs.

“Damian!” Bruce yelled out.

The boy whirled around with a murderous look.

“What more could you possibly want from me?” Damian rasped.

Bruce was about to say more. But Dick quickly stepped forward and gripped Bruce’s shoulder, instantly silencing him.

But Bruce was stubborn.

“You lied to me, to all of us,” Bruce told him evenly.

Damian grinder his teeth as his stare tore into his father’s gaze, not backing down. “I wonder why…” the boy snapped.

But he’d had enough. Damian didn’t have anything to say to his father. He was betrayed and treated like a new, distrustful member of his team instead of his only blood son.

So Damian walked out of the room. And he didn’t stop into he was in his bathroom, where he suddenly puked his entire stomach into the toilet.

—–

“You probably could’ve handled that better,” Dick sighed.

“I didn’t raise him to be a liar,” Bruce growled.

“But you knew he had a girlfriend,” Dick argued. “You could’ve talked to him about it.”

“Clearly he didn’t want to have that conversation,” Bruce argued.

“You’re all idiots,” Jason finally chimed in.

Alfred, Tim, Bruce, and Dick’s gazes all snapped to him.

“She wasn’t just his girlfriend. They’ve been best friends since they were 8 years old,” Jason explained. “The girlfriend part was just a recent development. But I’m sure after tonight that’s over and done with.”

“What?” Bruce gasped.

“Yep,” Jason was loving knowing more than all of them. “Wonder why he felt the need to keep that from you for – oh, I don’t know – 9 years.”

Jason rubbed his face and sighed. He grabbed his jacket roughly. “I’ve had enough of this toxic family for one night.”

And they all watched him leave.

——

Damian hadn’t slept a minute last night. Instead, he laid in bed switching between staring at the ceiling, hating himself and looking at photos and videos of Y/N.

When he realized he felt too sick to his stomach to sleep, he went to his sketchbook and realized how much of it was drawings of Y/N.

The most recent ones were the kind he’d never want anyone else to ever lay eyes on. After all, Y/N was not one to be ashamed or shy about her body or nudity.

As Damian looked at the drawings, he realized he would most likely never lay eyes on her in such an intimate manner or feel her skin beneath him ever again. He slammed the sketchbook closed and threw it angrily across his room.

In the morning, Damian walked down to the cave to find Dick and Bruce.

From the look of both of them, neither of them got a lot of sleep either.

But there Damian stood in front of his two paternal figures. They both turned to him, Dick looked concerned and worried. Bruce was composed, as usual.

Damian cleared his throat. “I wish to return to my mother and fulfill my true purpose as Heir to the Demon and successor to the League of Shadows.”

Bruce’s face dropped.

Him and Dick shared a look of concern.

“Damian, let’s talk about this,” Dick began.

But Bruce was silent.

“There is nothing to talk about,” Damian shot back. “I am leaving Gotham.”

It wasn’t until then that Bruce truly understood how much he had hurt his son. Damian had never even so much as threatened to return to Talia before – no matter how bad things got with their family.

But Bruce had never put his lovers first – never. He couldn’t relate to his son’s turmoil. Bruce made the assumption that Damian was exactly like him: putting Robin and Gotham before all else. But maybe this was how Damian was more like Talia.

Somehow Bruce knew that he’d have to fight harder to win his son back. And there was no way he could do it before he fled and returned to his mother.

“If that’s what you want,” Bruce finally spoke, defeat and disappointment clear in his tone.

Damian nodded. “I am leaving tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Dick gaped.

But the teenager never even acknowledged his older brother. Only glaring at his father, silently facing off with him. Damian wanted it be clear that he was leaving because of him and only him.

“You taught me to always have a contingency plan,” Damian said slowly. “But you never told me to have one for your own father.”

Dick’s heart broke as he watched it all unfold.

“I won’t be making that mistake again,” Damian finished before turning and leaving the cave.

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Damian had multiple duffle bags laying on his bed, filling them as he quickly moved around his room. He feared that if he slowed down, he would somehow change his mind.

He heard the swoosh he’d grown so accustomed to over the years and then heard one of his windows creaking open.

“I came as soon as I heard,” Jon was breathing heavily.

Surely he had seen the news from last night.

Damian ignored him, continuing to pack.

Then Jon’s entire body froze when he saw the half filled bags on Damian’s bed.

“What’s going on? Where are you going?” Jon asked quickly.

“I’m leaving,” was all Damian supplied.

“I just went to Y/N’s. She wouldn’t even see me. The greenhouse is completely surrounded by vines and foliage. With no way in. But my hearing could still pick up her crying. She screamed at me to leave.” Jon frowned and his shoulders slumped. “I wanted to rip through the vines, but I only thought it would make things worse.”

Damian ignored him and kept moving.

“Damian!” Jon finally yelled. “What the hell is going!?”

“I’m leaving Gotham. I’m going back to my mother.”

Jon’s jaw dropped. “Your going back to your mother?” He repeated. “As in you’re going to back to the League of Assassins?”

“Yes,” he was growing frustrated.

“You can’t just leave, Damian! Y/N…she-she needs you!”

The words got Damian to whip around and get into Jon’s face. “She made it very clear that she never wishes to see me again. It is over, Jon. Leave it be.”

“You’re being an idiot,” Jon scoffed.

“I put her mother into Arkham!” Damian yelled. “And she’ll be lucky if she makes it out of alive – let alone a few months.”

“You know it’s not that simple,” Jon looked like a sad puppy.

“All she’s ever had is Ivy and Harley! And I took that away from her!”

“That’s not true,” Jon’s voice shook. “She has you. She has me.”

Damian glared at him. “We are not children anymore, Jon. We cannot hide in our foolish fantasy anymore. And I should have realized that sooner.”

“You’re…You’re really leaving,” Jon whispered.

Damian sighed and nodded.

Jon pulled him into a hug, even though he knew Damian hated them. “Keep in touch, OK?”

Damian only nodded.

But he knew that he wouldn’t.

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Next Part: Young Adult

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skay-ali · 1 month ago

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Little Sparrow

The idea of a spy reading runs through my mind, even more so when I remember Anna, Operation Red Sparrow and Agent Salt.

The first idea that comes to mind is that you are the daughter of Bruce and a Russian spy.

Of course she never tells the man, after all it was just a setback that arose from their adventure, on the way to a mission.

She decides to stay with you and start a new life, something that didn't last long because her enemies killed her

Leaving you in the care of Russian spies.

You became his new masterpiece, after all your mother's and your father's blood created a perfect girl for this field of spies.

Murder, seduce and seduce important people, steal important information and other things, you were capable of all of that.

Until you were replaced, at such a young age you were used as a scapegoat for the United States government.

You ended up with all the scum, locked in jail, rotting.

Until intelligence agent Amanda Waller offers you to join her famous suicide squad, in exchange for getting out of jail. basically sell your soul to the devil again.

The other idea is that she is Bruce and Selina's daughter.

When they were just starting their relationship, Selina, worried about putting you in danger, left you in the care of one of her clients, a Russian millionaire, who has no children, but a wife who loves them.

You were everything they needed. They were a happy family, until the man's enemies kill the entire family, leaving you alive.

You become an orphan with no future, until some agents recruit you, remembering your great abilities and skills at school.

Whatever the case, you ended up in the suicide squad full of people more demonite than you.

What you didn't expect is that each of the members who are older than you see you as their little girl, whom they must protect.

The different members teach him to fight like them, to handle swords, to shoot...

Even Harley Quinn, the crazy psychopath as you nicknamed her, doesn't stop treating you like her little daughter and teaching you everything she knows. well you wouldn't complain you had fun stealing with her.

The problem was that when the Justice League found out about the new member of the squad.

The savior complex appeared, but it was too late for you, you liked this life of action and danger, much more if you could take revenge on those who betrayed you.

Oh I can imagine Bruce realizing that they are family, and everyone in the league being surprised, because his daughter is equally or more dangerous than Harley Quinn.

Imagine that the league and the squad get together because of some problem, they start fighting everyone against everyone, and reader, without imitating himself, is savage with all his opponents.

with a batman trying to stop his daughter and get her on the right path.

thinking that a loving family would make up for all the years she was raised as a lethal weapon.

maybe reader on a mission, alone where she faces young supers, a cute smile and a flirt, and has them in her palm.

Oh and I think, some obsessive ones.

#x reader #yandere platonic #yandere batfam #yandere dc

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fandomnerd9602 · 10 months ago

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Harley Quinn X Male Reader adopting ivy in suicide squad kill the justice league

Harley trots in…

Harley: baby we’re adopting!!

Y/N: we are? That’s amazing

Harley holds up little Ivy…

Ivy: unhand me!!

Y/N: is that Ivy?

Harley: I love my bestie-daughter!

Harley hugs little Ivy tightly…

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e-nonsense · 2 years ago

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MERCENARY pt. two

pairing. batfam x batsis!reader

warnings. languages death/murder, gun violence

summary. reader is bruce wayne’s unofficial daughter and a mercenary. she doesn’t frequent gotham until she gets paid to kill the joker. previous part

When you woke up you were in the Batcave. You were in big trouble, big big trouble. Why? Well...

The Joker was dead,

you family knows that you're The Knight,

and lastly you lied to Alfred

You could still walk, you only passed from exhaustion killing the Joker had been easier than you thought it would be, but getting away from the scene of the crime was very hard.

You slipped into Arkham thanks to Harley Quinn who pretended to be a guard and let you in through a secret tunnel, if she had stayed getting out would've been a lot easier but you couldn't risk her getting caught so you told her to leave, lying that you had an exit strategy.

You had made it out of Arkham successfully but when you were out all the Gotham Knights where there - it made you feel special if you weren't gonna lie - waiting for you, even Red Hood who looked like he didn't want to be there.

You took them down one by one - having known all there strengths and weaknesses, and weak spots - till eventually you were left with one.

And there he stood Batman, The Dark Knight something that contrasted your name the White Knight, you knew that you could take him down with some time but that was time you didn't have so you got in a fighting stance and when Bruce lunged you ran.

From roof to roof and Batman eventually accompanied by his birds and idiot sidekicks followed and when instead of jumping you dropped, they were all a little confused until they saw a speeding away. Damian was impressed. In the end they still got you and here you all where, every single pair of eyes on you.

"Sooo?" you smiled awkwardly "how's everyone feeling?"

"confused" came Duke's voice, everyone glared at him minus you who smiled at him gratefully.

"Mercenary?" Jason, he didn't sound pissed probably 'cause you just killed the Joker "What were there no other occupations available?"

"Why didn't you tell me?" Bruce asked and everyone was quiet once again. You sighed "If I told you what would you have said?"

"I-"

"No, Bruce you wouldn't have supported me. Not the way you do everyone else" you took a breath to control yourself "and that's understandable, y'know but you wouldn't have accepted me either, and don't lie about how you would."

"She has a point father"

"Damian-"

"Don't get angry at him"

"Don't tell me how to raise my son!"

"Your son! What about your daughter?!"

And that's when the argument flared, you were trying to avoid this but somethings just need to happen to resolve issues.

Everyone slowly started to back away from the heated argument, everyone but Damian and Jason who stood by your side the entire time.

"Where'd you even learn to fight like this?!"

Bruce looked at you expecting an answer, but you were far to ashamed to admit who had taught you to fight.

"Khoa" you mumbled in hopes that nobody would hear you over the water in the background, but they did. You knew this would happen one day, Bruce would finally tell you to piss off and never show your face unless he needed you to.

Bruce wasn't sure what to say. He didn't think Ghost-Maker of all people would take you in and train you, his old friend now rival. Why?

"Knight"

Everyone's heads snapped towards the entry of the batcave, and there he stood in all his idiotic glory, Khoa Khan. You didn't even know he was in Gotham.

"Ghost" you nodded at him

"You good?" a question that shocked Bruce and Dick

"Yup, just finishing off here" you ruffled Damian's hair with a promise to eventually come visit when things cooled down and squeezed Jason's hand in reassurance that you'd be safe.

You looked at Khoa "I'll be up" and he turned to leave

You walked up to Bruce and everyone else went on to do their own things in the cave pretending like they weren't listening.

"Bruce-"

"Stay safe, I'll uh reach out once I've had time to cool off and think about this" Bruce spoke softly.

You nodded hanging onto his words, "Don't do anything stupid, and please stay safe"

Bruce watched as you walked away from him, he wished he could stop you from following his once friend. You had still left him with so many unanswered questions, a part of him just wished he'd been a more present father than maybe this wouldn't be happening.

But he let you walk away, he knew you'd be safe that's all that mattered to him right now.

"Love you dad" and he smiled.

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#batsis #batman x #reader #batdad x reader #bruce wayne x daughter!reader #dick grayson x reader #bruce wayne x reader #jason todd x reader #platonic #batfam x reader #dc x reader #mecenary!reader #khoa khan x reader #ghostmaker x reader

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xxmrs-waynexx · 11 months ago

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Gloss & Glasses: Chapter One (940 words)

Pairing: Clark Kent x reader

Warnings: none for this chapter

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The people wanted to know. That’s what you told yourself as you walked through Arkham Asylum. You were being escorted by two armed guards and trying not to make eye contact with anyone in the cells. You had heard of Gotham’s crazies but you’d never come face to face with any. But the criminals around you weren’t who you were worried about.

Last week, you paced your father’s office venting to him about how boring your magazine seemed. You were running out of shocking fashion trends and celebrity scandals to report on. So, as your heels clicked back and forth and you reapplied your lipgloss anxiously for the third time, your father sighed.

“Why don’t you try reporting on crime? And real important events?” He suggested, as he always did. Perry White was so proud when his daughter told him she was going to college for journalism. However, after she graduated, and showed no interest in newspapers, crime, or anything of the sort, he was very disappointed.

“What billionaires are up to is important. The people wanna know. And besides-” you were cut off by one of your dad’s reporters.

He poked his head in, “Harley Quinn’s been arrested again. Sent to Arkham.”

“Bill, if you have to say again in a tone like that, do you really think it’s news?” Perry looked at him, unamused.

Bill said nothing, simply nodded, and stepped out again.

“What were you saying?” your dad brought his attention back to you.

“I just had an idea…”

—

So, here you were, sitting across the glass from the infamous Harley Quinn. She sat criss-cross on the ground on her side of the glass and smiled eerily at you.

“I love all the pink,” she told you, motioning to your outfit. You could most commonly be seen wearing pink and/or preppy clothes. Though your father worked for everything your family had, you very much dressed in the old money style mixed with a bit of Mean Girls. You’ve even been compared to Elle Woods.

You smiled back at her, though yours was much less ‘I’m-going-to-kill-you’ and more genuine. “Thank you. Mind if I record?” You showed her your audio recorder.

Harley tightened her pigtails one by one and grinned, “Go for it, kiddo. I gotta say… No one’s ever come here to ask me about my style before.”

As you hit record, you chuckled, “Yeah, and I think that is so unfair. I mean, come on, you even made your jumpsuit look cute. You’ve got to be one of the top three best-dressed criminals.”

—

After an hour of chatting, the interview turned into a casual conversation. You’d actually gotten to know Harley Quinn and the evolution of her costumes pretty well. And after another hour, you were ready to write up a whole two-pager all about her and her style.

“Thank you so much for the interview. I promise I’ll get you a copy- I’m allowed to do that, right?” you stood, looking back at one of the guards who had escorted you. He gave a simple nod and that was enough.

“Ah! I’m so excited! Thank you for the girl talk. It’s been too long since anyone tried to talk to me like a person,” Harley also stood, walking backward to sit on her bed.

—

The day you returned to Metropolis was a Sunday. You silently cursed yourself for telling your dad you’d be in the office Monday. Though you didn’t work for him, he did let you take up office space at the Daily Planet and use his software (as well as your own, of course) all for free.

Out of habit, before bed, you looked out your window to see if you could catch a glimpse of Superman. He was a new hero in Metropolis and you, along with most cityfolk, were very eager to see what he could do.

With no sign of him this time around, you decided to start up your skincare. The routine you had was incredible. You knew you had an addiction to buying creams, face masks, and new things to keep yourself looking good, but who cared? Your skin was clear, and your heart was happy.

As soon as you put on the same mask you usually wear to bed, you heard car alarms down below your apartment. Rushing to grab your camera, you raced to your back porch and looked down. You fumbled with the camera, trying your best to capture what you could see. Of course it would fall ten stories down.

“No!” You tried to grab it but it was just out of your reach.

Then, the exact thing you were trying to photograph flew your camera up to you. “Drop something, miss?” he had a kind and very handsome voice. It was deep and confident.

“Suh- Suh- Suh-” You slowly took your camera from his hand while he hovered just above the ground.

“Hi, I’m Superman.”

—

The next day, you rushed into work eager to tell your father who you met. But when you walked into (more barged into) his office, he had a young man with glasses sitting at the desk.

“Oh, Clark, this is (Y/N), my daughter. Her office is that obnoxiously decorated one next door. (Y/N), this is Clark, my newest reporter.”

As the two of you were introduced, you couldn’t help but feel he seemed familiar to you somehow.

He politely waved at you with an awkward and shy smile, “Hi, there. Good to meet you.” His voice had a sweetness to it, and a midwestern accent. However, he looked at you like he already knew you.

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honey-flustered · 1 month ago

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Kinktober Day 12: Coulrophilia + DDLG

Joker!Ghoul-ish!Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Harley Quinn!Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, dark!cooper & dark!reader, tame ddlg, coulrophilia (attraction to clowns), Freaky crazy clowns, toxic af relationship, age gap, yandere x yandere, 60s Gotham-like AU, Reader was Cooper’s TV Daughter, Cooper has a joker-like backstory, joker and harley references. Reader has Harley Quinn-like backstory, violence, blood kink, fingering, squirting, kissing, lots of pet names (sugar, princess, sweetheart, etc.), they are very bad people, curvy/short!reader

Summary: You are the partner in crime of a dangerous man known as “The Ghoul”; a half-monstrous, half-human clown prince of crime. He also happens to be your “Daddy” too.

A/N: I’m keeping up with the ghoul-ish theme for Cooper for kinktober to go with idea I have of him where he kinda looks like dabi from bnha where like he’s half-radiation burned and other half- human. Hope yall see the vision cause I’ve thought about how cool that would be for a while.

Cooper was once a good man. A simple family man. In fact, he was on the screens of every family in America—regarded as one of the greatest movie stars of all time.

But then…he had a bad day and all it takes is one bad day to bring the most sanest man alive to the brink of insanity. Just one fateful decision that would eventually lead to one long comically bad day.

Picture this: Cooper is at the point in which he’s tired of being lied to and kept in the dark from his wife’s work with Vault-Tec. Unable to keep away, He sneaks into the private and heavily secured facility, gathering damning intel along with the sinister truth. In a slip-up during a security round of a particular unit, Cooper found himself trapped in and ended up falling into a vat of chems that injured him beyond recognition.

He was sure to die. He thought he would. But when he woke up in the hospital not only did this confirm otherwise but it also confirmed that he’d been caught. And from there a series of losses began in just the spiral of a day. His wife was leaving him, taking their only daughter, his last credited role was from a now canceled TV series; and he’d even lost his dazzling looks.

He was now a ghost of himself. A ghoul. Parts of his human form were overshadowed by the singed flesh that encased large parts of him. Like a Frankenstein’s monster of sorts.

He’d tried being a good man. A simple family man. But look where that path has led him. This world wasn’t built for men like him. And so he gave in to the dark parts of himself.

It’s funny how the world knows just who to send into your life to completely flip it upside down because you thought you’d never see Cooper again. In a way, you could say that you were right. Because sitting right across from you—that isn’t the wholesome TV Dad you’ve had the pleasure to work with…oh no, he is ‘The Ghoul’.

There he is before you; red stained lips painted into a wicked smile, green-dyed hair slicked back in a suave style, smoking a cigar and looking like the mafia boss that he is despite wearing the all white clothing associated with the asylum. The bottom half of his face from his bottom lip and jaw down to neck and shoulders are web-like flesh stapled together like he’d been built up like a puzzle. Somehow, he’s still so very handsome.

“Look ‘atcha,” He smirks, ogling you up and down. “My, my…you’ve grown. Even got yourself that psychology degree you’ve been tellin’ me you wan’ed to go back to school for. Proud of ya, kid.”

“Thank you, Mr. Howard,” You say before adjusting your glasses and leaning forward. “I was rather intrigued when I heard that I’d get to meet the new you. Colleagues told me it’d be a bad idea taking you as my patient considering how much I’ve once looked up to you.“

He chuckles. “Ya know, the universe can be quite the prankster. You remember that lil’ joke I made about bein’ a patient of yours someday…” The chains from the metal cuffs around his wrists rattle when gestures to himself. “I reckon I shoulda specify what kind of patient I’d be.“

“It’s a shame we have to meet under these circumstances. But I’m glad we’ve crossed paths.” You say.

“Oh?” He asks, leaning in as well. “Why’s that, sugar?”

“Because I want to help you.” You simply say.

“I already know I’m fuckin’ crazy, sweetheart. I don’t need a shrink to talk my ear off ‘bout it.”

“No, Mr. Ghoul, I want to help you…burn Vault-Tec to the fucking ground,” You clarify. “And when there’s nothing left, I want to dance on its ashes. I want to reveal the evil truth to the people and start a fucking revolution. I want chaos. Anarchy. And I want…I want to be with you.”

You slip your fingers into one of your thigh-high stockings and pull out a key you retrieved from an unsuspecting prison guard. Cooper watches on as you remove his cuffs with a pleased yet astonished expression. You tenderly rub the indented marks on his wrist. “I’ve always loved you. Even before we’d ever met—I was your biggest fan.”

He stands with an aura of intimidation and raw assertion, an intense gaze in his eyes as he saunters closer to you. You quickly rise to your feet, anticipating his embrace.

Cooper’s large hands shoot up around your neck, squeezing. Not hard enough to cut off any air circulation but just enough to drag your body against his.

He plants a messy kiss onto your lips. There’s teeth nipping at the soft, plush of your lips and his thick tongue lick the surface and the inside of your mouth. It’s so sloppy and purposefully so and you don’t care how freaky it is.

You are sure by now that his white face paint and the crimson shade of his lips have now transferred to your lips. Or could it be blood from the little nick he’d given you on your lips. You aren’t sure but it only added on to your arousal.

He pulls away, blood staining lips and just beneath his nose. “Well, I’m sure glad you chose to come home to daddy because if you weren’t by my side—why I’d just have to kill ya,” He laughs, removing a hand from your neck to cradle the back of your head. “Thatta girl. Now let’s get outta this shithole.”

“I know a secret exit we can—”

“Sorry, sugar, but I’d rather leave with a bang,” He winks suggestively, taking you by the arms to face you away from him and bend you over the table; the side of your face is pressed against the cold metal. You feel his erection weighing hot and heavy against your ass as he lays himself over you for a moment, lips against your ears to growl a command. “Don’t hold back yer screams for me, princess. Let ‘em all hear what I’m doin’ to ya.”

Just as you feel your lace panties being pulled to the side, four guards come barging into the room and shout for his compliance.

“Get the fuck off of her.” One guard shouts, laying a heavy hand on the Ghoul’s shoulder. Ghoul’s military training comes into play as he uses the very key that set him free to repeatedly jab into the accessible and vulnerable armpit of the guard.

He cries out in pain nursing the wound that now bleeds profusely and too distracted by this he fails to protect his gun, allowing Cooper to lift it from his belt and shoot into the shoulder of another guard who’d drawn his gun at him. In a shocking twist, you witness one prison guard turn on his last fellow guard, shooting him right in the knees.

“What about the girl?” The traitor prison guard questions, pointing a weapon against your head as you remain trembling against the table. You’ve never seen anything like this!

The ghoul steals a handkerchief from a prison guard who’d been struggling to reach his radio strewn across the room. Cooper nonchalantly wipes away the excess blood on his hands before picking up his cuban cigar from the ashtray. You awaited in nervous anticipation as he decided to take a draw from it instead of answering him, bellowing out the smoke in your direction and clouding your view of him for a few seconds.

His hard gaze begins to soften, charming you with his famous smile. “She’s just dandy to me.”

He holds a hand out to you and you squeal with glee, standing up on wobbly knees to jump into his arms.

“Come on, sugar. We’ve got some catchin’ up to do,” He holds you tight against him before indiscreetly whispering to his minion. “Finish the job, will ya? But do it only after we leave the room. Wouldn’t want to traumatize my princess ‘less it’s done by my hand.”

“You got it, boss.” The minion says. And withthat the Ghoul carries you over the threshold of what was once your own prison in a metaphorical sense.

The Ghoul makes do with his promise and causes a huge debacle within the asylum. By the time you’d both leave the building, it was like a circus. There were patients everywhere running amuck with doctors and nurses failing to control them, alarms going off, and you think there might have even been a fire started. It was perfect.

Outside a limo awaits the two of you, it looks like he’d been planning his escape all along. Whether that included you, you didn’t care. He may not be the same Cooper you fell for, the one whom you once saw as a father figure—Hell, he’s batshit fucking insane but somehow it makes your heart beat a mile a minute and the attraction only triples but his new appearance.

You pull him for yet another kiss, flames in the background are like fireworks. You could get lost in it if it weren’t for the damn police and fire truck sirens going off.

“Looks like that’s our cue to scram.” He opens the door for you which is interesting that he can still be so chivalrous. You smile just like the princess he names you to be and you enter and never look back.

Now you are a part of that darkness, feeding each other’s wickedness. The two of you have shed your clothes and in turn shed those identities. No longer did he don the all white clothing of an asylum patient. When he looks into the mirror —past the charred half of his flesh- he sees that of a crime-lord with weapons hung close to his body as if it were an accessory to his pin-striped suits. And you’d shed your past life, burning your white lab coat. You were now his and he, yours. And of course as a daddy’s girl, you’d do anything to mirror his image, adapting his twisted clown aesthetic.

Newspapers had a field-day writing about your descent to madness from America’s sweetheart to the other-half of a crazy crime duo. They call it a match made in hell, you call it the greatest love story ever.

But sometimes it does get exhausting when you want to spend time with your lover when there’s so many factors that prevents you from spending time with him! Vault-Tec, Vigilantes, Betrayers, and Barb! Just thinking about her makes you angry.

Why can’t they all just let you enjoy your chaotic lives in peace?!

Currently, The Ghoul is handling a business transaction with an informant from Vault-Tec who made claims of a nuclear war in the making with a plan to make the middle class pay for it. You’re more than happy to set your plan in motion to create a threatening video message to the company using the informant as a hostage, hoping you’ll finally get some time with Coop but he wants to take things slow.

“It’s chess not checkers, darlin’.” He’d comment and you’d just have to accept it. But today was meant to be your anniversary and he’d decided to take time out of your day to do business!

You claw your acrylics through the newspaper you’d been reading with an old picture of Cooper and Barb on the front page with a headline about their once fiery romance. That was the last straw.

Your sharp cat-like acrylics claw into the flimsy newspaper material you held in your hands, poking through the page from back to front and straight through the eyes of your lover and his ex-wife. The headline of their past fiery romance pushes you over the edge.

You shred the paper into bits, flinging it into the air like confetti. The tears are blinding, mascara running down your cheeks as you rise to your feet and go over to retrieve something from his ‘secret’ drawer from his office.

In the highest heels you own, you’re strutting angrily and briskly up the long-winded stairs and through the spacious halls of his large penthouse. His staff know better than to get in your way, jumping out of your path with terrified looks the moment they lay eyes on you.

You may be a curvier girl but you were a lot shorter in height than most people you knew. And most people you knew usually wouldn’t be intimidated by such a woman of your stature, not of course, if said woman happened to be wielding a .45 caliber pistol in hand.

If hell hath no fury than a woman scorned then it is in everyone’s best interest to mind their goddamn business.

You see red. Tunnel vision. Nothing else existed in this moment other than the man you hope to kill.

“Cooper!” You shout, pounding hard against the double ivory doors of his conference room before throwing them open.

The audience in the room turns their heads in your direction, expressions of confusion morphing into horror. You could hear the faint murmurs of his patrons murmuring about knowing you from TV.

The Ghoul is the last to raise his eyes at you, expelling air from his nostrils in frustration. He’s yet to speak up, watching the scene unfold from his big boss chair.

“Ya’ll better skedaddle or little blue’s gonna sing,” You threaten causing the crowd to quickly flee, some clutching their grand-theft stolen pearls as they do so. Once you're satisfied with the emptied room, you close the doors behind you and lock them for safe measures. You raise the gun at him, hands shaking. “You still love her, don’t you? The day you decided to leave the facility…to take me as yours…that was on your anniversary date, wasn’t it? I thought this day was special for us. But you used me. You just want her attention.”

He’s neither terrified nor angry. He just seems…inconvenienced. Bored with it all, he rolls his eyes as he begins fixing up his paperwork. “Couldn’t this have waited until after my meeting? I’ve got a job to do. I don’t need any of your distractions.”

“You think I’m a distraction,” You squeak, hurt by his suggestion. A rage consumes you so violently that you think of the first thing that'll quench your fire. In one fell swoop, you swipe your arm on the table and throw his paperwork and office supplies onto the ground scattering them everywhere. Now he’s furious, jaw clenching as he stares daggers at you. You can tell he’s deciding a punishment for you. “You said we belonged together! We were supposed to forge the world side by side. How could you say that I’m just a distraction?”

“I said, ‘your distractions’. As in, all the bullshit you do on a daily basis. Now be quiet.” He hisses through gritted teeth.

“No.” You stand your ground, adjusting your posture so that you appear even taller than you already are in your heels. You know he hates it when people tower over him.

He slams his hands on the table before rising to his feet slowly. He makes it a point to stand as close to you as possible so that he’s the one towering over you now. “You’re being a fucking brat.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” You snarl. “Maybe…I should find her, hmm? I should find her and kill her. I’ll do it. You think I wouldn’t?”

“Sweet pea, I know you would and I don’t care if you do,” He laughs, cupping your face in his large hands. “She took my Janey from me. I ain’t seen her in years. Barb is my lightning rod, all my aggression is accredited to her. If she were gone, sure it’d make things really boring for me but that’s just it. And as for you, princess, well…yer a pretty young thing—real cute—but I’m one making the commands here.”

“But we’ve done so much together. We made them lose profits. We pushed forward a smear campaign for one of the senior executives that made him disappear off the grid. That was a team effort!”

“And I appreciate your support, lil’ angel. You really do make yo papa proud,” His thumb traces your lips before he roughly grips your jaw, making you look him in the eye. His rings bite into the skin of your cheeks. “Now why don’t you give me a pretty smile? If yer good for it, I might let you sit on my lap.”

You yank away from his grasp, cocking the gun. “I’ll fucking kill you. I thought when you came into my life to silence my demons. But you’ve only danced with them. I’m so screwed up in the head because I loved you. But if you die, I’ll be free.”

For a moment, he looks genuinely scared but then he gives you a wicked smirk.

“You wouldn’t. You could never kill me. How do you think you’ll be able to go on livin’ after it’s done? The second I’m gone, you wouldn’t last not even a millisecond without me,” He steps forward, closing the gap between you once again. “That’s how pathetic you are. You need somethin’ in your life to cling on and that’s me. I’m your lifeline. Whether you like it or not, your heart knows you're bound to me. A year of fleetin’ kisses and light touches; I’ve not fucked you once and still yer this weak for me. I could only imagine how obedient you’ll be when I pop your precious cherry.”

“Fuck you,” Hot tears and mucus continue to run down your face as you unrelentingly held the pistol up to his chest. “Fuck you, Cooper. Maybe I won’t live long after I kill you, but I’ll be seeing you in hell.”

You pull the trigger only instead of a lead bullet, a foam-like bullet with a suction end sticks to his chest. It appears to be a strange child’s toy. You examine it with confusion before looking up at his fuming expression.

You begin to laugh nervously, dropping the toy on the ground to give a quirky shrug of your shoulders. “Oopsies.”

“I didn’t think I’d hide actual guns anywhere near the likes you, did you?” He sneers. “You fucking shot me.”

“But you didn’t die.”

“Anything you’ve got to say for yourself?”

You swallow the hard lump in your throat. “S-sorry…daddy.”

He raises his hand and you flinch, fearing that this’ll be the day he finally raises a hand on you. Instead, he places it on your head, petting it softly.

“My good girl,” He praises, much to your confusion. “What am I going to do with you?”

Your eyes sparkle with love and admiration, throwing yourself into his arms. “You still love me?”

“Of course, I still love you,” He coos, soothing a hand down your back that’s exposed by the style of your mini blue satin dress. “I’ve never had a woman love me this intensely. You almost killed me, woman. That makes me so hard.”

He guides your dainty hand over his hardening clothed cock. “Do you feel that, sugar?” He rasps. “You’ve done this to me simply for being crazy as shit. No woman’s ever made me feel this way, not even Barb..”

“Y-you mean that, daddy-o?”

“From the bottom of my heart,” He brushes his nose against yours. “Do you see how passionately in love we are for each other? You never have to question my devotion for you even if Barb’s around, no one could replace you. There’s just so many things you do that she could never do as good as you.”

“Like what?” You blink up innocently.

“You always know just the right thing to make me feel good.” He hints, sitting back on his executive chair with his legs spread.

You sink to your knees, sitting in between his legs. Cooper loves oral sex, both giving and receiving. He’s been so busy with work that rarely had time for either but you’ll gladly keep giving it up whenever you can. And maybe eventually, he’ll officially claim you in bed.

Your hands reach for his zipper when he halts your movements. He stares intensely into your eyes while wrapping one pigtail around his scarred hand. “You don’t deserve to taste me. You’ve maxed out your strikes for the day,” He begins to recount. “Strike one, you interrupted my meeting. Strike two, you were a rude pest. Strike three, you tried to kill me. For these reasons, I want you to sit beside me like a good little girl for the rest of my meeting. I shall have a punishment ready for you by then.”

“But—“

“Silence,” He tugs hard, forcing you to rise slightly. “I don’t want to hear a word out of you. I want you as silent as the ground I walk on. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You whine.

He places a kiss on your forehead before releasing you. With a push of a button, he makes an announcement on the intercom for his staff to lead his patrons back into the conference room.

“Remember, my dove: not a peep out of you.” He orders.

You watch on the rest of the meeting with awe, head in your hands as you dreamily sigh up at him as plotted away. After sometime, the members of his team exit the room after the Ghoul approves their dismissal.

Alone again at last, you hop into his lap, making the two of you spin in his upholstered chair. He humors you, forehead against yours and a reserved smile on his face.

“You were so amazing, daddy-o! I bet they’ll never think to underestimate you again. The plan is just diabolical!” You exclaim. “How are you real?”

“I ask myself this at times.” He replies smugly, rubbing circles in your back. If you continued to praise him like this, he just might disregard punishing you.

“I know I’ve been a bad girl and I don’t deserve it but may I please kiss you?” You ask, playing with his tie.

“You may.” He approves.

You squeal giddily before planting your lips onto his with a hungry desire that has you both moaning into the kiss. Your hands find comfort in his hair, ruining its assembly. Most days, Cooper would curse you for this but today he’s in such good spirits because everything is going his way. He slips his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss.

The telephone rings and he breaks away with a groan reaching for it on the table while his other hand continues to trace his fingers lightly up and down your back. While he’s occupied in conversation, you kiss all over his neck, leaving lipstick kisses behind.

“Excellent, I’ll be sure to watch.” He says with a smile.

“Daddy-o’?” You question.

He simply takes a remote off his desk and presses a button that mechanically parts the large velvet curtains to the side, revealing the big clear window behind it. Different colors burst into the sky of reds, greens, blues and yellow and you recognize them as actual fireworks.

You stand from his lap, walking over to the large window to gaze in at its glory. He’d successfully executed a plan you’d been telling him about for months; setting off an explosion at one of the milk factories that an ex owned. A factory far in the distance that you could see from the penthouse’s height, cursing it every day because it ruined your view of the city. And now Cooper has taken it out…for you. God, you love this man.

“Happy Anniversary, princess.” He says from behind, kissing you on your neck.

“This is the best thing anyone’s ever done for me,”Your eyes sparkle in the light, clapping and laughing with pure glee at the spectacle. “Oh, I could only imagine how funny it would have been to see the look on his face.”

Cooper presses another button and sure enough your ex is on the news, having a fit about it while you and Cooper laughed as if it were the funniest thing on earth.

Swept up by the moment, you kissed him passionately, messing up his makeup and your own as blended into an odd mix of colors.

His thick fingers find their way between your legs, moving past your damp panties to plunge into your hot, wet core. You gasp against his lips, nails sinking into his dress shirt for support as you grind down on them.

“I love you, Daddy.” You cry out happily, breathing quicken with the pumping of his fingers. If it weren’t for your back against the window, your buckling knees would have taken you down.

“I love you, too, sugar. You’re so good for me.” He praises, thrusting so particularly deep into you that your eyes cross and you gush your honeyed slick into his palm. “Always been daddy’s little monster.”

That name is enough to tip you over the edge, tightening your hand around his wrist when your orgasm finally hits you like a freight train. You whine and tremble when he continues his ministrations inside of you curling is finger perfectly while his meaty palm added friction to your throbbing clit. You’re sobbing at the overstimulation, soaking his hand, down your legs and his pants. He laughs at your catatonic state; the babbling and drool down your chin makes you look about as mad as an asylum patient. The aftershocks flow through you like a tidal wave as you shake against his hard body.

He’s only merciful to stop when you begin to clamp his hand between your thighs to keep him from moving any further.

When you come down, you give him a dopey smile and say, “Boy, seeing a building blow up like that makes me want to ‘blow’ something else?”