#hi loverbird ^_^

[butchdykekondraki]

20 dollars and i send this to my boyfriend for valentines day

[ferryboatpeak]

niall and john bird seen in pearls in the same week? surely this is no coincidence.

[seonghw4ffles]

falling asleep on his arm

" i said i love you to death "

playing pretty u ..

ateez hyung line x gn!reader

au: a table of four in a class lecture

genre: fluff, a whole joke, trolling, comfort, js two young silly loverbirds

w/c: 1.8k

summary: no matter how much you try to stay awake you fell asleep anyway...... on your untrustworthy boyfriend. (except for seonghwa's ngl)

tw: physical bashing out of love, "i hate you" = i love you, minor swearing, immaturity, rocket ship drawings

note: BARELY PROOFREAD!! i slept in robotics class and i wish this happened to me 😭😭 and WHY is my ult bias the SHORTEST ONE

the time passes and the class gradually comes closer and closer to its end. that's what you kept telling yourself.

"it's still twenty minutes into a double session, dammit," you whisper to yourself, slamming the table so slightly.

"y/n?? are you sleepy?? little snoozle pook can't stay awake :3" your boyfriend teases, leaning over to your side, to look at your front with some baby ass face.

"oh shut up," you laugh, placing your falm right on his face and pushing it away.

for a while, you kept fighting your heavy eyelids, all to no avail. if you were a candle, you would have already been a plate of soup.

you fold your arms against the surface of the table and you close your eyes. you're just closing your eyes. you're listening, but maybe just rest your eyes for a little.

you trusted yourself a little too much. you fell into slumber, without the intent. but you know what else you didn't intend? sleeping against your boyfriend's arm.

; SEONGHWA — ☆

he's just so sweet

he's talking to mingi, when he feels weight on his right

"y/n?" he says, right before discovering that you're asleep

oh he freezes

his heart goes ballistic

he's a stone he literally DOES NOT MOVE

you make this very uncomfortable position feel so nice :(

he's so much better at freezing when you sleep on him,, rather than when he is asked 'english or spanish'

my guy feels so so lucky that you're on him

he's so distracted by gazing at your effortless beauty, with your natural, rested face

he keeps staring at you like a loser he's just so immersed

he's so worried for you and your sleep schedule, so he tries his very best to keep you asleep

and when mingi from his opposite side was gonna say something to him, he immediately gets shut down

"aye seo-"

seonghwa widens his eyes as a gesture, and stares at mingi demonically.

make a sound, and he will burn down the entire campus.

yeah and mingi just goes back to his business

seonghwa turns back to you, now with softened eyes

the way you look so comfortable on him makes his heart flutter

and then you move and mumble, and he turns pale, as if your consciousness is his biggest fear

"oh.. seonghwa…" you mutter.

when you try get up from his arm out of embarrassment, he immediately takes his other hand and gently wraps it around your hair, softly pushing you back down on him.

he gently caresses you a little bit. "please sleep more," he whispers to you in a voice of worry.

you smile, and your heart beats a little faster as you feel his hands embracing you. the way he allows you to do these things. it's so sweet, the way he makes it so obvious that he loves you.

; HONGJOONG — ☆

okay this guy just trolls you

he immediately sees that youre asleep. "y/n?" he mutters, and no response.

surprised or not,, he only said that to make sure you're ACTUALLY asleep, and oh this kids taking it to advantage

ngl he's now drawing on your notebook with his other hand, conquering the edges and the sides wholeheartedly with a BLUE PEN

all youre beautiful and colourful and neat pretty notes are now absolutely demolished with his DOODLES in BLUE PEN

and its definitely rocketships (that consists of two circles and a big fat oval 😓😓)

im sososo sorry i js have a spot in my heart where i believe in a childish immature 12 year old hongjoong

he's all smiling as he does all this, knowing you're gonna beat him up, but thats the fun adrenaline part

OOOO he has an idea

he opens his large pencilcase, before taking out a stack of posted notes that he had never used before. his smile is so grimacing that it's almost terrifying

he writes down: 'shh i am mewing' on a sticky note

and then he carefully, so carefully sticks it to the back of your sweater

along with many other sticky notes and now youre back is just full of tiny yellow papers

oh hes having a bit too much fun rn hes losing it😭😭

he's mega uncontrollably laughing but no sound comes out of him

but then he accidentally wakes you up HELP

oh hes so fucked

he holds his laughter as you start to breathe deeply, slowly rising from your sleep

"hongjoong…" you mumble, to your boyfriend, stretching

you notice that hongjoong's being weird. he's refusing to speak, frozen in place, and shoving his fist in his mouth

what is happening

you're confused as you look to the notebook in front of you, and you realise

"joong, what the fuck," you mutter, and he bursts out laughing HELP EMEJDNDKSN

"IM SORRY I COULDN-"

"YOURE SO ANNOYING WTF"

youre both screaming whispering as you speak, of course, due to A VERY SPECIFIC unforgivable lecturer

and youre in FURY while hes just laughing silently but maniacally

"when do you grow up," you smack his back. he giggles, turning to you with a wide smile.

"never cus you love me too much," he replies.

you smack him harder, now giggling too.

despite him being annoying, his childlike self is what brings you peace. someone who sees with a youthful perspective embraces all the beauty of the world. he makes you believe in eternal joy, that everything is magnificent, and your worries are always so little when you're with him.

"uhm.. y/n…," wooyoung states with a giggling voice from your other side, and you feel his fingers prickling your back.

you immediately look back, and you see sticky notes in his fingers

its full of 'shh i am mewing' and 'im stupid' and doodles of questionable rocket ships

is he… is he trying to stick these disgraceful notes on you?

"what the hell are you doing??!?>?!?>!?>"

"huh?"

oh you jump him

"WAIT Y/N WAIT IT WASNT ME I WAS TAKING THESE OFF NO WAIT PLEASE" wooyoung screams

"YOU ALWAYS DO THIS"

"NO SERIOUSLY IT WASNT ME IT WAS HONGJOONG"

"YOURE BLAMING THIS ON HONGJOONG??!??"

joongie now has his fist so much deeper into his mouth, facing the other side and just crying at this point

oh and ur being a bit too loud

"WOOYOUNG AND Y/N BEHAVE" the lecturer yells

you both settle down just for the sake of the lesson

you side eye wooyoung like CRAZY and he replies wide eyed with a massive shrug mouthing "WHAT DID I DO"

hongjoong leans into the conversation maturely and says "guys calm down, and wooyoung apologise cuz thats so rude"

wooyoung bursts into tears

; YUNHO — ☆

he just immediately tries to wake you

oh as soon as he knows he immediately wants wakes you up

he leans into you as you sleep, like he's observing every part of your pretty face

"bebbbbiiiiiiiiiiiiiii"

he loves, loves your face so much

like you look so beautiful

and for fun, he blows your face

he just blows on your face, and your hair flies but you STILL dont wake up

your cluelessness entertains him

he pats your head,, messing with your hair

HELP WHY ARENT U WAKING UP

so he starts singing lullabies to you

not really lullabies but kick back yk chainsaw man opening cus why not

and he's NOT sweetly singing to you with a soft voice but rather the opposite

he's emphasising every syllable to annoy you

happy de ume tsukushite rest in peace made ikou ze ykykykykyk

"what are you doing" you say, louder than expected with your eyes still closed. you jumpscared him a little

bro he JUMPED at your sudden response

and then his fright turned immediately to joy and smiles and he starts poking ur face as you're on his arm :3

HE TREATS YOU LIKE A CUTE LIL DOG LMAOOOO

he LOVES to annoy you

he mercilessly just pokes every part of ur face out of ur severe cuteness

"boop oh who's a cutie little patootie boop boop oh its you ofc boopboopboopboopboop"

"stop"

"no"

you wrap your fingers around his wrist and push him away, like you're more than just frustrated. even though you refuse to lift your head from his arm; he knows you're having fun, really. and you know he knows.

"i hate you," you say, with a tone that heavily matches the phrase.

"i love you too <3"

; YEOSANG — ☆

he loves to mess around with you

"dude what are you doing," he says, interrupted from the lecture as soon as he realises the weight on his arm from your side

you don't reply, and he immediately finds that you're sleeping

it was all silent but the lecturers voice, but we don't talk about that old grumpy hag piece of shir

yeosang catches san who's sitting beside you, staring and wildly amused by the situation

san is no1 yeo(y/n) shipper frfr

yeosang is KNOWN to be playfully refusing affection half the time, so why not mess with you now

he leans his head closer to your hair and sniffs, before immediately making the most disgusted nasty nauseous ahh face

he starts moving his arm that you're on as if he doesn't want you on him

that's also while he makes unappealing sounds for the attempt of waking you, imitating the sounds of throwing up to the smell of your hair when he thinks deep down that it isn't even CLOSE to smelling bad

HELP

san is astonished and does a hand gesture of concern, mouthing "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU" in the most silent and respectful way possible

and then you wake up.

you hear these weird noises that sound like yeosang's voice as you shuffle yourself out of sleep

your brain starts working again

youre completely ASHAMED of yourself for falling asleep on his arm

and not only that, you SWEAR you heard him making gagging sounds as if you're gross

but for a second, just a second, you denied it cus hes ur nice and pretty boyfriend

"yeo-"

and immediately out of the gate he WIPES HIS WHOLE ASS ARM ON YOU as if you're some sort of unhygienic monster

"ewwww *gags*"

.

you're pissed. oh you're SO pissed rn like you JUST woke up and THIS is how you're treated???????

you instantly look around the room, and you're eyes land on a seat in the corner.

"yk, the empty table looks real sexy today"

yeosang chuckles wickedly. "too bad that im sexier"

san loses it and dies of some fuckass laughter

'hehehahahuhu' nah bro you get up to move u don't care what the teacher says getting out of here this kid has violated you 9487393 times

"wait y/n wait im joking wait come back"

yeosang's lightly laughing as he catches your wrist with his absolute sleeper build strength that he so easily pulls you back no matter how much you fight

you regret standing up cuz now you're locked

"you're a jerk," you huff, feeling his arm around your shoulder now tightened beyond an extent.

yeosang laughs. "i know," he teases, pressing his forehead to yours with a wide, pretty smile.

you love the way that this bond is so full of warmth and enjoyment. you love the way he has a soft side for you. you love the way he loves you, and you love him too.

[k2ntoss]

"“On your knees.” While their fingers thread through your hair, guiding you onto the floor." with Jason? 😳

guess who fell sick FROM A KFC CHICKEN PIECE!!! i'm dying but anyways first one of the nighty-night!!! omg i just love writing this stuff with jay it's just hehehe :3 here we go, my dear anon, thanks for your request. adding vigilante!reader here bc my head has ideas.

"on your knees." while their fingers thread through your hair, guiding you onto the floor.

it was usual for you to steal kisses from jason's lips whenever you walked past him and everyone around had grown used to it, soft pecks followed by a pretty smile as you carried your gear after a mission or when you walked around the training arena. it wasn't weird anymore not even for bruce because he knew that you needed each other.

this time wasn't much different besides the fact that tim and damian were fighting right in front of jason at the time you had to pass by his side, carrying a couple of knives you stood next to him and nudged his side softly, a silent sing for him to lean down so you could reach and kiss him and he did, lips softly touching yours in a sweet motion that made his younger sibblings grunt at the missing attention because they sworn they needed his opinion.

"i bet you have better things in mind to do rather than getting involved on a new discussion with them" you murmur against his lips, a small smirk when you noticed your tease working on him even if it wasn't meant to at first.

"and i bet you've never been told you speak way too much, haven't ya?" jason asks cockily, standing straight once again and looking at you with his arms crossed over his chest and you can't help but chuckle when his eyes linger for a little more on your lips before he looks back at his brothers.

"all i hear is you're in love with me, todd" your words bring a scowl to damian's face and drag a tired sigh from tim, probably a little too over the loverbirds shit you always manage to pull out of jason when you're close. of course he's not always so sweet with you but you've pulled onto his more human side and that had helped jason to feel more worthy of a lot of stuff, because you've been there to teach him that not being perfect wasn't bad.

"i hate it when you're right." he chuckles and shakes his head, leaning in to drap an arm over your shoulders and pressing a kiss to your temple, looking over you and taking in your figure, the way the gray suit hugged your curves before getting lost under the waist of your cargo pants made your body look even more desireable and he just smirked to himself "i wish there was a way to shut your mouth at least for a while."

if you didn't knew him you would have thought he was pissed off by your comments but the undertone of tease and mischief on his words was clear for you and you understood his intentions, even clearer when you noticed jason's eyes wandering around the cave to make sure it was just the two of you there.

"well, maybe there is" you say, as if wondering the answer but jason is quick to grab your hand and pull you upstairs and between chuckles he makes his way to the library as he looked into any other room to make sure there wasn't a chance of being caught like two horny highschoolers, but that was the fun in this all.

"yeah? what would that be?" he asks once he finds a nice spot. that chair he always picks in between all the spaces around the manor because it's comfortable and because it is the first place he kissed you "does it has anything to do with that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my dick?"

it takes jason almost nothing to change the tone of his voice, he sits on the big chair and pulls you closer by the waist to place you on his lap just so he can capture you lips in a new kiss, this time hungrier and harsher. his hands grip onto your hips as yours claw softly on his chest, kissing him back and letting his tongue intrude into your mouth when he deepens the contact of your lips.

"here? in broad daylight?" you ask him teasingly but jason knows you couldn't care less when your hips push against his making your body grind against his "if we get caught you know we won't hear the end of it, jason." and your boyfriend knows that's true but there isn't too many people to find you both and he is 50% sure he just locked the door but that's just details.

"i don't really care and i'm sure you don't care either" he says in a low tone, looking up at you as his hands trace the outline of your figure until he squeezes your breast playfully and leans in to kiss your jaw, nibbling on the zone as if he was tasting you for the first time ever and he just got adicted to the feeling of your flushed skin.

it takes a few more heated kisses, your hips grinding against him and the sound of your heavy breathing mixed with the noise of your clothes until he pulls away with a predatory smirk as he pushes your body from his.

"on your knees." jason's voice sounds hoarse and it drives shivers down your spine because his hand touches you in a soft way as his fingers threat through your hair as his other hand pushes you by the waist to get you off his lap, the hand that is still on your head is now guiding you slowly to the floor and making you kneel between his legs.

it's not hard to do as he wants and it's even easier to lean in closer and press a playful kiss on the bulge that you can spot under his pants, the action itself makes jason's eyes darken as your fingers work undoing his belt and the buttons of his jeans, pulling down slightly with a hint of urge just to lift his shirt a little, exposing his lower abdomen and kissing a trail until your lips reach the waist of his boxers.

"you look so pretty like that, princess," he practically growls as his hand brushes your hair out of your face, a smirk playing on his lips when your eager hands pull down his underwear as your eyes remain fixed on his.

"i don't know what i'll do if you keep looking at me like that, jay" you purr and he chuckles but the sound stops as soon as it starts when you grab his hardened dick on your hand and give him the first slow stroke as you lean in to wrap your lips around the swollen tip and at the feeling of having him in your mouth you hum.

"i think i know what you'll do" jason teases, letting out a deep groan when you bob your head up and down with your tongue tracing his shaft but what drives him crazy is the way you look at him through doe eyes and the ghost of a smile on your expression as you start moving with him in your mouth.

"that's it, ma," he growls as his eyes close and his head drops back, his hand finding its way to the back of your head where it grabs a handful of your hair "feels so good to have that pretty mouth of yours taking me so damn well, such a good girl."

the sight is amazing, the way he frowns when a deep raspy sound escapes his throat when he starts pushing your head down his dick, making you gag a little when he hits the back of your throat and keeps you held there making it hard to breath, he enjoys it.

the way your hands hold onto his thighs and how you look up at him with teary eyes, your cheeks red and the sloppy sounds his cock makes as he fucks your mouth slowly but harshly makes him feel his ego grow at each helpless moan you let out.

"think i'll shut you up by fucking your throat more often," he says, voice completely low and hoarse now that he controls the movements of your head and sets the pace on his own, getting off with the way you look with your chin full of your drool and his precum, a few tear trails now painting your cheeks.

it's right then when he pulls you away from his dick, stroking himself needily as he looks at you with a wide grin that lets you know what he wants to; you sit on your knees and your eyes follow the movements of his hand around himself and you can't seem to notice when you start to bounce a little in expectation.

"just look at you, how eager you look, ma" he mumbles, his voice struggled between sighs and growls as his hand moves fast when he is about to reach his climax "bouncing like a pretty bunny... open your mouth, love."

the way he speaks and the sinful scene mixed with the sweet pet names he calls you makes everything better. as soon as you part your lips, tongue sticking out jason moves a bit closer and places the tip of his cock over your tongue and a few second later his load is being spilled inside your mouth, a little of it staining your chin when he pulls away panting.

jason is unable to take his gaze away from you as you swallow what you just got and the tension builds up again on his body just with the sight of it, he tries to hold it back and cleans your chin with his thumb in a sweet caress then moving to search for something he could use to clean himself and also you but stops as soon as you take his hand and suck his digit clean.

"what? haven't you been taught not to waste?" you ask him teasingly and his control vanishes completely at your words.

"fucking hell, you're gonna have to come here because there's no way i'll be letting you go right now"

[al-dusty33]

Don't know if I'm going to use this for my Jason Todd x reader story, but I wonder what everyone thinks of this.

Dialogue and scenes used from Arkham Knight, Arkham Knight: Genesis, Deadpool, and Batman: Under the Red Hood.

⚠️!Warning!⚠️: Torture, blood, branding, rotten/poisoned food, freezing, extreme violence with and without crowbar, electric shocks, waterboarding. Pretty much everything about Joker being a monster.

Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream (bung, bung, bung, bung)

Joker struts over to the young, fractured Robin hanging by his wrists in the middle of the dimly lit room. It’s a beautiful, awful sight and the Clown Prince of Crime loves it.

“Wakey Wakey, Loverbird!” Joker cheerfully says as he gets closer to Jason.

The moment Jason hears his voice ringing in his ears, he whimpers and tries to shy away from the clown, but no amount of tugging on his restraints will allow him to escape.

It’s been… Two, no, three months since Jason fell into the clutches of the madman. Joker blackmailed Jason’s biological mother into turning him in before being betrayed herself after it was revealed Joker was never going to let her go. Despiste what she did, Jason couldn’t help but still love her.

Make him the cutest that I've ever seen (bung, bung, bung, bung)

Joker’s fingers ghost over the smooth metal bar of the branding iron, “Don’t look at me like that,” A cruel, twisted smile creeps up on Joker’s red painted lips, “Actually, do keep looking at me like that; it just makes it more fun.”

“What’s wrong, little bird? You think I’m going to hurt you?” His gloved fingertips briefly touch the glowing metal J to test how hot it is, “Why?” His head lolls back in a creepy, unsettling way as his green eyes stares deep into the very depths of Jason’s soul, “I’m not the bad guy here,” He shakes his head while almost mockingly saying, “Oh, no, no, no, no,” He walks closer to Jason then softly says, “It’s Batman. He’s abandoned you…” He gently, yet firmly, cups Jason’s chin then shakes the younger man’s head a little, “thrown you away like an unwanted puppy.”

Give him two lips like roses and clover (bung, bung, bung, bung)

Joker backs up and clasps his hands together like he was begging to someone, “Can I have him, daddy?” He asks in a playful, high-pitched voice, “Oh, please, please, please, please, please? I’ll take real good care of him.”

He turns around to act as the other person then continues speaking in a deeper tone of voice, “Anything to make you happy, princess,” He slowly turns his cruel attention toward Jason, “Just make sure people know he’s yours.”

He snaps his fingers then one of his goons walks into the room, removes Jason’s bound wrists from the hanging hook off the ceiling, and then lets Jason drop to the floor with a thud.

“We don’t want him to end up back here, do we?” He leisurely strides over to Jason, his grin twisting more and more cruel with each step.

With what little strength he has left, Jason tries to crawl into the shadows to bring some form of safety to himself. In some small, hopeful way, he believes Batman would be hiding in those shadows to save him.

Joker stops for a moment to taunt Jason by saying, “No we don’t, daddy,” He steps closer with the burning branding iron getting closer to the young man, “I want to keep him forever!”

Jason’s eyes widen in fear while he tries to crawl farther away. He feels all movement stopping the moment Joker’s foot lands on his back, and the fear he’s feeling intensifies, “No! No please!” He tries to push Joker off of him, but he has no strength left. Instead he continues to beg like a dog, “Please no! No!”

The sound of sizzling skin, Jason’s pained screaming, and Joker’s cruel laugh are the only horrifying sounds that can be heard inside the darkness.

Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over

Sandman, I'm so alone (bung, bung, bung, bung)

Jason sits hunched over in a wheelchair with barbed wire keeping him in place. Through his ripped costume, he can feel it poking into him and making him uncomfortable; he has to be careful if he doesn’t want to open any veins or arteries.

A door opens behind him, his heart skips a beat thinking Batman was finally here, but the familiar, awful laugh quickly dashes that hope.

“Happy birthday, Jason!” Joker says cheerfully. He walks over to Jason with a pep in his step, “You’re a whole year older! How does that feel?” He sets down a plate of wiggling cake in front of Jason.

Is it really already his birthday or is Joker trying to warp his sense of time?

Don't have nobody to call my own (bung, bung, bung, bung)

Joker smiles down at Jason as he continues speaking, “Don’t you worry, Loverbird,” He snaps his fingers and the door behind Jason swings open, “I made sure to invite some friends for your big day!”

One by one, Jason sees other patients of Arkham Asylum fill the room.

Bane, Calendar Man, Clayface, Poison Ivy, Killer Croc, Victor Zsasz, Two-Face, and Scarecrow, all wearing birthday hats. On the looks of the faces visible, it’s obvious no one wants to be here, but they must be here for something else.

Please turn on your magic beam

“Happy Birthday to you~” The villains all start reluctantly singing to Jason, besides Joker who seems to have something up his sleeve for this event.

Jason looks down at the wiggling cake and he can see the crude writing of “Happy Birthday” on the cake and the worms trying to escape the brown frosting. The sight of it is sickening and he can feel his stomach churning, yet his mouth still watered at the sight of food.

Joker grabs a fistful of Jason’s dark curls and continues to sing happy birthday, “Happy birthday, dear Jason~ Happy birthday to you~” He leans in close to whisper in Jason’s ear, “Make a wish, pumpkin,” Before slamming Jason’s face into the cake.

The clown keeps Jason’s face in the cake for a couple more seconds, almost like he’s trying to suffocate the young man, before pulling his face away while laughing, “That never gets old!”

Joker lets Jason go then turns around, “I have somewhere to be; sorry for not staying longer for your big day,” He looks over his shoulder and smiles, “You have fun with your guests, but remember to brush your teeth, finish your homework, and be in bed by nine.”

And with that, the clown exits the room and leaves Jason with the other patients, who seem excited to have some “fun” with Jason; as evidenced by their sadistic smirks, Bane cracking his knuckles, and Zsasz playing with his sharp knife.

Jason can already feel the dizziness and sickness coming in.

Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream

Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream

Joker takes his time walking to the chest freezer sitting in the back of the walk-in freezer at the asylum. Walking just behind is Officer Frank Boles holding a flashlight. The officer was bought off by Joker when the clown first obtained the boy blunder six months ago to help keep Jason a secret from everyone else in the asylum and to the people outside.

Make him the cutest that I've ever seen

“Oh, lamb chop! You’ve been hiding in here for nearly half an hour,” Joker stops in front of the chest freezer. He flashes Officer Boles a crazy grin before opening the lid and taking a peek inside, “How are you feeling?”

Jason’s body was violently shivering, his nose was completely red, and his skin was pale, almost like a dead body. He can feel the light shining on him, but his eyes refuse to open too wide, “B-Batman…? Is that y-you?”

Joker reaches out and lightly taps Jason’s cheek, but due to how cold the younger man was, those small slaps hurt a lot. Joker leans his elbows on the edge of the opening then whispers, “Batman’s not coming to save you, Jason.”

“He’ll come…” Jason mutters through chattering teeth as his eyes peer up at Joker’s.

Joker leans back then rests his hands on the lip of the opening, “It’s been six months now, Jason,” He tilts his head in a cruel manner as his smile turns upward even more, “I think it’s time to face facts.”

Jason’s eyes narrow into a glare and he spits out, “S-Screw you!” Despite the cold, the fire still burns in his eyes, albeit a bit dim.

Joker laughs then pats Jason on the head, “That’s the spirit! You’re a real chip off the ol’ Bat block,” He looks down at his hand like he was checking his nails, even though he’s wearing gloves, “Not that it’ll do you any good.

Jason closes his eyes, almost like in a defeated way, “Why w-won’t you just kill m-me…?” He mutters slowly.

Give him the word that I'm not a rover

Joker acts shocked after hearing Jason’s question, “What? No, no, no, no,” He places his gloved hand on his chest to emphasize his point, “I’m not going to kill you,” He shrugs with a sadistic smirk on his face, “not yet anyway,” He leans closer with a big smile on his face and gently taps Jason’s frozen cheek, “You’re my sidekick now. Imagine it,” He waves his hand outward like he was trying to show Jason the scenario, “You and me, out on the streets, starting fights, picking on the weak, a regular dynamic duo,” He reaches into his coat pocket then pulls out a picture while saying, “Just like Bats and that new kid of his.”

Jason tried his hardest to shake his head in disbelief, but his neck felt like it was frozen solid, “No, h-he wouldn’t…” His voice is barely above a whisper.

Joker playfully smirks then tilts his head mockingly, “You think?” He looks down at the picture in his hand, “So this isn’t Batman then?” He shows the contents of the picture to Jason, “The pointy ears are usually a dead giveaway.”

“No…” Jason can feel any hope he has left for Batman to save him slowly draining away.

Joker carefully puts the picture back into his coat pocket, “I didn’t want to show you that photo, really I didn’t,” He looks down at Jason with a mock look of pity, “But, well it was the only way for you to get closure,” He crosses his arms and looks off as he continues speaking, “Now I know it hurts but sometimes,” A big, cruel, sadistic smile appears on his face as he backs up from the chest freezer, “you gotta be cruel to be kind,”

Joker gives a nod to Officer Boles then the officer closes the chest freezer, leaving Jason cold and alone in the dark.

Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over

Sandman, I'm so alone

Jason’s hands is tied behind his back, he’s bloody and bruised, it hurts to breathe, his vision is blurry, and his head feels like it was being split open.

Through his daze he looks up in time for the crowbar to swing and hit him square in the jaw then causing him to fall onto his side with groan of pain coming from him.

He coughs up some blood onto the floor then tried to catch his breath.

Joker steps closer to Jason with the bloody crowbar in hand, “Wow, that looked like it really hurt,” The smile on his lips curls upward into a more twisted grin, his yellowish white teeth on full display.

He raises the crowbar into the air then swung it down on Jason as hard as he can; Joker does this two more times.

Jason falls onto his back and grunts in pain, he can feel blood dribbling down the corner of his mouth. He knows for sure he has fractured and even broken bones in his body that will never properly heal.

Don't have nobody to call my own

“Whoa, now, hang on,” Joker walks closer to Jason breathing heavily on the floor, “That looked like it hurt a lot more,” He carefully pats the crowbar in his hand as he continues speaking, “So let’s try and clear this up,” He cocks his head to the side in a mockingly questioning way, “okay, pumpkin?”

“What hurts more?” Joker raises the crowbar above his head, “A?” Then swings it down onto Jason’s chest, “Or B?” Then swings the crowbar down onto his leg.

“Forehand?” Joker swings the crowbar into Jason’s face, “Or backhand?” He raises the crowbar across his chest before swinging it into Jason’s shoulder.

Joker continues beating Jason with the crowbar, each time causing Jason to grunt and groan in pain, his body to jolt with each swing.

Please turn on your magic beam

Joker maniacally cackles. In his eyes, these past nine months have been a blast. Batman has been miserable, Jason is afun plaything to beat, and Joker loves it!

Jason looks over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing at Joker, then mutters something inaudible under his breath.

Hearing this, Joker gets down onto his hands and knees to better hear the young man, “Ah, uh, ah…” He mocks. He cups his hand over his ear then leans in a bit closer and whispers, “A little louder, lamb chop,” He places his hand in Jason’s hair, “I think you may have a collapsed lung,” While speaking, he ruffles the young man’s hair, “That always impedes the oratory.”

With some strength, Jason lifts his head and spits blood onto Joker’s face. Despites months of torture, Jason refuses to give up; he’s been through hell before growing up in Crime Alley and that didn’t break his spirit.

Joker is shocked, angry, and a bit disgusted by the act and in retaliation grips a fistful of Jason’s hair painfully before slamming his face into the concrete ground.

Joker stands up straight as he glares at Jason on the ground, “Now, that was rude,” He takes out a handkerchief from his jacket pocket then dabs away the blood on his cheek, “The first boy blunder had some manners.”

Jason looks over his shoulder and with a small, cheeky smile on his face, feeling proud of himself for that small act of defiance.

Joker finishes cleaning his face then puts his handkerchief back into his jacket pocket, “I suppose I’m going to have to teach you a lesson so you can better follow in his footsteps,” He looks up in thought for a few moments before a wide grin crosses his face and says, “Nah, I’m just gonna keep beating you with this crowbar,” He steps on Jason’s back and presses more pressure onto his spine.

Jason stares up at Joker then closes his eyes to mentally prepare himself for the beatings.

Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream

Mr. Sandman (yes) bring us a dream

Harley Quinn is the one handling Jason now while Joker is away. The clown gave her a list on what to do with Jason for her to follow. Since she’s madly in love with the madman, she made sure to follow it to the T.

Jason’s wrists is cuffed to the metal bedframe with a bag over his head to block his sight; as Harley Quinn described to him earlier, when a person loses one of their senses, the brain rewires itself and enhances the other senses to pick up the slack.

With Jason’s sight temporarily gone, he feels the things around him more than he would with his sight, and that was Joker’s goal. He can feel the cattle prod shocking the metal of the bedframe before feeling the shock course through his tense body.

Give him a pair of eyes with a "come-hither" gleam

Harley Quinn giggles in delight and claps her hands together, “Isn’t this fun, birdbrain?” She looks down at Joker’s list in her hand and traces the hearts she drew around his name, “Mistah J was so kind to leave us a list of activities to have fun with,” She giggles again before stopping, “Why aren’t ya laughin’!?” She shocks the metal bedframe with the cattle prod and causes Jason’s body to tense up and yells out in pain.

He doesn’t know how much longer he can go on like this before finally breaking; he’s been trying to distract himself from the torture by thinking of his life before going after his biological mother, but it sometimes ends with him hurting himself emotionally. He misses his friends and family and would love nothing more than to go back to them, but he still doesn’t regret going after his mom.

Give him a lonely heart like Pagliacci

“M-Mama…” Jason weakly calls out through slur mumbles. He can’t give up, his mom still needs help; even though she was the one who ratted him out to Joker.

Harley Quinn snickers and walks over to Jason. “Shelia ain’t comin’ to get ya, birdie,” She twirls the cattle prod in her hand as she speaks, “Don’t forget, she sold ya out to Mistah J.” She shakes her head and softly chuckles like she was remembering something funny, “Man, I don’t know if ya remember, but the look of her face when she came back with Mistah J was hilarious.”

Jason angrily huffs. He hates hearing her talk about his mom’s misery like that, “Screw you!” After that he was immediately met with the tingling feeling of electricity flowing through his nervous system.

Harley Quinn keeps the cattle prod against the metal for a few more minutes until Jason was a babbling mess. She smiles and lifts the bag to show the drooling, dazed mess underneath. She grabs his hair and forces him to look up at her. She sniffs the air then comments, “Smells like chicken,” Then she let's his head drop.

And lots of wavy hair like Liberace

Mr. Sandman, someone to hold (someone to hold)

Jason was drowning. He was tied down to a chair, on his back, and drowning. He wasn’t actually drowning, but the soaking cloth over his face makes it pretty damn hard to get any air into his greedy lungs.

Harley Quinn checks her nails while she continues to pour water over his covered mouth and nose. She seems bored and over with the whole thing; all she wants to do is spend time with Joker instead of some kid, “Jeez, it’s been almost an hour. How long I got to keep this up?”

Jason gurgles and sputters as he tries to breathe underneath the cloth.

Would be so peachy before we're too old

Harley Quinn cups her hand over her ear and leans down a little while still pouring the water over Jason’s face then asks, “What’s that? I can’t understand ya. Speak up!”

Jason tries moving his head around to get some air, but that only lasted for a few seconds before Harley Quinn was pouring water over his mouth and nose again.

So please turn on your magic beam

Soon the water in the jugs runs dry and Harley Quinn throws it over her shoulder, not caring where it lands. She leaves Jason on the floor for a few more minutes to let him catch his breath and not die of asphyxia.

She looks to her right at the other jug filled to the brim with water to pour over Jason, but her arm was getting tired and she really wants to get out of here to be with Joker.

Harley Quinn looks down at Jason with a big grin on her face, “Good news! I’m wrappin’ up your morin’ constitutional early!” She claps her hands cheerfully then grabs his chair to sit him upright, “We’ll take a quick break, sweetums.”

She takes a few steps away from Jason toward the door, “You and me got another big day ahead of us, Toddy Woddy!”

She opens the door then steps out and closes the door behind her.

Mr. Sandman, bring us, please, please, please

Jason was left sitting alone, dripping wet, struggling to breath, with Mister Sandman by the Chordettes playing in the room. It was a song Joker likes playing when torturing Jason; in some twisted way he finds it a bit comforting to just hear the song when the sounds of his screams, his laughter, and whatever Joker is torturing him with doesn’t mix with the lyrics.

He’s heard from a passing conversation between Joker and Harley Quinn about April 27th is right around the corner; it’s been a whole year since Jason was captured.

Mr. Sandman, bring us a dream

[huntersrequiem-if]

I do not know if anyone has asked this but it's my favorite toxic scenario so don't judge me.

If the ROs and MC are out and someone tries hitting on MC while an RO is away from them... how do the ROs react?

Can we pretttttty please do crushing stage vs relationship stage. 😫

I'm already dying while imagining reading Astaroth's... i have a problem 😭🤣

Hiii! Sorry, it took so long, was a bit busy. Also don't worry I'm not gonna judge, after all, it's pretty fun to explore this side of the characters.

Warning: It's pretty long so it goes under the cut.

(Also I imagined it as some sort of party)

Crush:

Nope, nope. Astaroth is seething inside. How dare this worm bother the Hunter with useless drivel? And why, oh why isn't the Hunter leaving, could they like it? No, no, he shall hear no reason like duty and politeness or silly things like that.

While there is little he can do about it - unless he wants to get into an ugly fight - Astaroth does what he knows best, talk. He picks apart everything about that worm, from the way they speak and look, the clothes they wear, the way they carry themself.

Poor Hunter will have to leave to spare themself a headache.

And if Hunter don't? Well, fine, they forced his hand. He's willing to go into a fight over this.

Regardless of how it happens, Astaroth is right as rain the moment Hunter leaves the worm in the dust. Back to jokes – fine, he’ll even grovel a bit, or more until they stop cursing him out.

Just this once.

Relationship:

Here he is more assured, confident. Because Hunter is his and nothing can take that away. So, who cares if some poor thing makes a fool out of themself trying to flirt with someone as radiant as the Hunter? Ha!

He would watch this - with his head resting on the Hunter's shoulder arms wrapped around their waist. Draped lazily over their back, he enjoys the show. An amused smirk plays on his lips as his eyes follow the bumbling fool. It widens when they stumble over their words.

Astaroth wants to cheer the idiot – “Go on, make a bigger fool out of yourself, amuse us!” – but he doesn’t, just nitpicks the attempts to himself. Frankly, he heard better flirting.

 He'll be quiet, only speaking when the idiot finally scampers away.

"Hm, I almost feel sorry." Lips brush the Hunter’s neck, a brief kiss against their warmth. “Almost.”

Crush:

Moon would freeze, not knowing what do to. Well, she does know but she isn’t that idiotic. She wants to slide near the Hunter and intertwine their fingers together. And Hunter placing a kiss on her knuckles while she sends the beau a smug look.

No, that’s downright idiotic. Moon has a duty, an obligation. She should be by her husband's side, be his darling wife. She shots a glance at the man by her side, see his gaze snap back to her. She flashes him a quick, meaningless smile, her eyes already back on the Hunter.

Movement from the little beau and Hunter, the person raising a hand to touch them. She bites her lips, wrapping her wings around herself. Oh, but would you look at that? Another person bumped into the beau before their hand touched Hunter.

Those two seem stricken by each other, you can just see the hearts floating around each other. They walk off like two loverbirds.

How adorable! How fortunate the little beau had found their mate! Isn’t Moon such a caring goddess?

The self-satisfied smile on her face withers when her eyes meet Hunter’s, quirked eyebrow and unreadable expression on their face. Moon flushes, feathers ruffled. Turning to her husband she places her arm delicately on the crook of his elbow, trying to focus on him, his lips, his words.

Relationship:

Moon sweeps between them with fluttering feathers and a trailing dress. Her tinkling laugh steals the beau’s attention and her smile is like the sun.  Warm, radiant. She enchants the person until they’re so enamored with her they forget Hunter is even there.

But she doesn’t. Moon’s eyes are always on them, flashing them a smile meant for them. Soft, adoring. Brushes of her knuckles against the back of their hand, featherlight and gone in a flash. It burns her and she wants nothing more than just leave this party.

Somehow, she manages to make the beau leave. With a wink, she turns to the Hunter and discreetly tugs at their wrist. Once they are in a secluded and shadowed corner away from prying eyes, she presses herself against them, lips seeking theirs in a heated kiss. Her hands search purchase on their clothes, trailing.

“Hello, love. Missed me?” Her words are faint against their lips.

Crush:

They would watch – glare, if you were to ask anyone else, over the rim of their cup, sipping slowly. They’re being silly, Night knows that. Hunter is their own person – this is just a childish crush, it will pass. But why does their heart do a painful squeeze when Hunter reciprocates?

Why do they wish that smile was for them?

They glance away, lips pursed in a thin line. Sneaking a glance back, they run a hand through their hair. How… pathetic they are, pinning for someone who doesn’t even know they care.

Ridiculous. They’ll leave – not because of this little scene, no, no! – but because the Underworld is busy. Night can hardly leave it unattended for a silly party.

Yes, that’s exactly why. Downing the last of the wine, they’re gone before anyone else notices.

Relationship:

A hum leaves their throat, watching the spectacle unfold. Night is not amused, more like curious. How will this happen, will the person take rejection gracefully? Some do, some don’t. A shame, to embarrass oneself for this.

Their steps bring them closer to the Hunter. They have a questioning look in their eyes – is this alright? Do you need help?

The Hunter shakes their head and Night’s shoulders drop slightly. Still, they give their hand a quick squeeze, a touch of heavy wings on their back gone just as soon. A flash of a warm smile accompanied by a nod and they leave. The Hunter can take care of themselves – but Night would keep an eye from the corner of the room.

When the Hunter returns to their side, Night smiles softly at them, leaning their shoulder against them. They start talking in soft, hushed voices.

Crush:

The other partygoers give them a pitying glance.

They have been standing in the same spot for quite a time, hovering uselessly around a certain conversation.

Poor thing.

Some have tried to engage this lone figure.

Santana flashes their current conversation partner – a woman with auburn hair and pretty green eyes – a fleeting smile and they try. To be aware, present and listen. Yet their answers are short and quiet with a gaze more often than not on Hunter.

Peering at this person, Santana knows it’s silly – they don’t know all people after all. But maybe they know this one or heard of them. Tall and bearing a proud figure, Santana’s mind blanks. They can’t put a name on the face.

It was to be expected, but it did nothing to quell the disappointment in them. With a huff, they can’t help but be curious, who is this person to have the courage to flirt with a god so brazenly?

Another bigger part is annoyed by how easily they capture Hunter's attention with so much confidence in each gesture.

Santana frowns, trying to ignore the incessant tugging in their heart, like a thin thread wrapped around Hunter's fingers.

A small nudge against their shoulder brings them back to reality with a startle. Santana blinks wide eyes at the woman, cheeks flushed. Her eyes sparkle with mirth.

How rude of them!

Before they can release a torrent of apologies, she cuts in with a jerk of her head. "Your partner?"

They follow her gaze and their cheeks flush harder, mortified. "No!" Their voice is a little too loud, too high-pitched.

Curious eyes glance their way and Santana gulps, shoulders rising to their burning ears. Especially when they feel the Hunter's gaze, hot and scorching on their skin.

Why can't the earth open up and swallow them?

The woman snorts and takes another sip of her wine. "No offense, friend, but you're a terrible liar."

A small pause. "None taken." They rub a hand at the back of their throat, unsure. "But nothing is going between us."

“Sure, friend.” Santana frowns, not liking her sarcastic words.  She lifts a shoulder, swirling the wine in her glass. “There won’t be anything else if you keep watching.”

They watch her, the veil of melancholy that feel on her face. It saddens them. “I’m sorry.”

She blinks at them, for a moment looking taken back. A quick bark of amusement slips past her lips, shaking her head. “There is nothing to be sorry about friend. We just made our choices.” A fleeting pat on their shoulder and the woman leaves, blending in the crowd.

Santana blinks at the spot she was. Ah well, there goes their excuse to linger around. With one look at Hunter, Santana bites their lips, hard.

Taking a deep breath, their feet bring them closer. Hunter turns their head slightly and Santana smiles, eyes on them. Trying to stop their hand from trembling, they place it on the crook of Hunter’s arm.

“Hello. I’m Santana.”

Relationship:

Santana would pause, fingers wrapping tighter around the cups they are carrying. Of course, they left their side and someone already swooped in. A furtive glance at the person reveals a stranger.

Another glance to Hunter and they don’t seem interested. Good.

A frown worms it way on their face - how to approach this? What version of them did the Hunter like more?

With a shake of their head, Santana sighs and resumes their way. Smiling warmly at Hunter, they give them a cup. Now with their hand freed, they slide it across Hunter's back, resting on their hips.

Taking a sip of their drink, Santana watches the stranger over the rim of their cup. "Hello. I'm Santana." A small nod, eyes inquisitive. "And who might you be?"

Crush:

??? would hover so close, just behind Hunter's shoulder, staring at the other speaker. The other person would shift before finally leaving.

With them gone, ??? would turn to Hunter and ask in a small, quiet voice. "Is this something you to often? Bedding mortals?" There is no reproach in their voice, mere curiosity.

"Are... are you offering?" The answer is befuddled, lacking any kind of heat.

They would tilt their head, mapping the Hunter's features with their eyes.

"No."

Still, they don't leave, sticking to Hunter like a quiet shadow.

Relationship:

A simple look is enough to tell them everything they need to know. ??? would wrap their fingers around Hunter's wrist and drag them away from the stranger.

They would search a quiet spot, potentially the garden before slidding down and resting their head on Hunter's shoulder.

[teamrbofficial]

~some RB team stuff <3~

Colress - android - boss of the team [turned himself fully android and controls the RB's castle as a whole technology and electricity wise.]

Gio - fused with Mewtwo X - second in command.

[Most stable of the others in the team.]

Archie - fused with Kyogre - team member

Maxie - fused with Groudon - team member

[Loverbirds and cheer bringers of the team as a whole. This team wouldn't last long mental wise if they weren't around.]

Cyrus - fused with giratina - team member

[Doesn't leaves his room. If you see him out you're pretty lucky.]

Ghetsis - fused with kyurem - team member

[He hasn't changed one bit besides being more annoying and ragefull. Maybe even emotionally unstable.]

Lysandere - fused with yvetal - team member

[Blind and relies on his other senses. He's abnormally tall and is an actual cannibal.]

Saturn - fused with azelf - team member

[Like his boss he usually stays invincible from the eye. If you see him however he would probably be impressed]

Faba - [didn't got fused] - scientist/intern

[He's just there pretty much for colress to get his rage out on sometimes. others don't mind him in the slightest.]

Archer - fused with dialga - team member

[Most hatefull and aggressive of the team right after ghetsis. He has some big issues with Giovanni and seeing him again here being a part of another team just fuels his rage.]

Lusamine - fused with nihilego - team member

[Colress' sister. She has good relationship with mostly everyone in the team yet she's still a bit unstable sometimes mental and emotional wise.]

Rose - fused with eternatus - team member

[Life gets hard when your left arm can destroy the world. Other than that he's pretty chill and tries to keep a good relationship between everyone. Arguably the most sane person in RB]

[njkvla]

Tobio Kageyama x reader || fluff

-ahh it's amazing here!

i inhaled tokyo’s air. kageyma who holds my hand, nodded to me. i snuggled my face into his side so he rested his head on my head.

-aren't you cold? - he asked me while stroking my arm.

-no no i'm perfectly fine! but you? after all i dragged you outside at this time…sorry.

-it's okay, i wanted to spend some alone time with you, a-and when we sit like this it really warms me up.

-aww. you're cute. - he blushed making me giggle.

We're sitting on the bench in front of the hotel we stayed in and watch the night sky in comfortable silence.

-i definitely do want to move in here one day.

-hmm… so we will - kageyama sleepily mumbled but i jerked my head up to look at him.

-y-you would move in with me?

-i-i mean, we're planing our future together… right?

i chuckled. oh man, how lucky i am to have this cutie.

-of course but i didn't know you actually think about it now

-is it wrong? if so im sorry...b-but i'd really like to live together with you one day, no matter where it's gonna be. you know…get married, have kids…you coming up with them to my matches and cheer for me... it’s gonna be my best part of days. because you wanna have kids right?

this whole time i was looking at tobio's shiny eyes and when he finally looked at me i kissed him on the lips.

-the moon is beautiful, isn't it? - i said and he smiled at me.

-i can die happy.

i grinned and he wrapped an arm around me. it was perfect… until hinata didnt ruin this beautiful moment.

-oi! loverbirds! coach want us to come to the common room! hurry up!

-we'll be in a minute! - i said.

-damn how can they sit in that coldness, i've already got chills. - hinata mumbled while going back inside.

-it's a thing of couples so of course you wouldn't understand it, hinata you moron! - kageyama yelled going after hinata. i laughed and also go back inside.

[izzabela]

Gotta Catch 'Em All - Kenshi Takahashi x fem!reader

in which a certain swordsman has a hard time with you and your little friends

a/n: tumblr buggin. i think the requester said i could make it with any earthrealm character, so i choose kenshi! if you requested this, comment or shoot me a DM!

ship[s]: kenshi takahashi x fem!reader

warning(s): shameless self-insert of favorite pokémon, post-story, no (y/n) bull, hater to lover?

[look at them. loverbirds]

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You sigh sadly as you sat alone under a cherry blossom tree in the Wu Shi Academy. Despite the clear joy on your pokèmon's faces, you couldn't help but be doleful as you thought about the recent events in your life.

You were on your Charizard's back, soaring through unending skies of your home in the Sinnoh region. You had come home from your travels to the Galar region and wanted to take a break by flying.

One minute, you, Charizard, and Noivern were happily flying through the clouds. Free-wheeling, diving, and looping over one another as your companions stretched their wings and flew high above the ground.

The next minute, you were downed by a flying lightning man. Forced to land, you were circled in by orange-clad people as their hands and weapons were pointed at you and your friends. It didn't help that they were both knocked out by a swordsman in a suit and tie. He had used the back of his sword to knock into the pressure point of each pokèmon's body.

How he knew where they were would remain a mystery.

You saw red at the sight of your companions limp bodies. The trauma your pokèmon had, since they had come from a background of abuse. They were rescues, all of them, diligently taken care of by you when you found them at their worst.

You remembered the rest of your pokèmon coming out as well. Your Metagross, Gardevoire, and Luxray protecting you in a defensive circle.

The madness only stopped when a man with glowing eyes, who you now knew as Liu Kang, came in and ended the scuffle. You immediately went to your flying companions' side, crying at the sight of their disabled bodies.

After reviving them with a spray, you allowed him to ask you questions. Who you were, where you were from, what timeline you were part of- you answered his silly questions honestly. Thanks to his good judgement, he let you go, but not without answers of his own.

He told you about their world. How their world was full of magic and sorcery, gods and goddesses, and bizarre things you only read in light novels. He introduced you to his own friend, Geras, who was the Keeper of Time and protector of the hourglass.

After relaying your story to him, they concluded you were not a threat, but an unfortunate accident of a pervious situation that happened. You were ordered to stay at the Wu Shi Academy, under the careful gazes of his champions, until they were able to bring you home.

Days turned into weekS, and weeks turned into months. Right now, it marked the seventh month you had no sign of going home. Despite the bleak situation, you had made the most of it by making friends.

Johnny Cage was by far the easiest to befriend. Easy to talk to, extroverted, and a natural people-person, you found his egotistical self a joy to be around. He asked you many questions of your world and pokèmon, taking pictures of them- even asking if he could come home with you to see more. He got in trouble with your Metagross once, knocking on his metallic head and getting a small Bullet Punch in response.

Kung Lao was similar in that regard, except he was filled with more pranks than a ten year old child. Yes, he checked up on you from time to time, but he mostly played with your pokèmon and included them in his pranks and bets. He once led your Noivern to scare Raiden's little sister as she was given a tour by a couple of monks. Poor girl, spooked out of her wits. Your Noivern was also quite shaken, following her to try and make it up to her.

And speaking of Raiden, he was by far the kindest one to you and your pokèmon. He offered to feed them, play with them, even bathe them with you. You rewarded him with your Pokèdex, showing him all the pokèmon that you had encountered on your journeys. The way his eyes sparkled with curiosity, asking questions about their evolutions, origins, and more.

The only person you couldn't get past was Kenshi Takahashi. His face was plastered with a constant, unreadable emotion, and the sunglasses didn't help his case. He always avoided you, whether with his eyes or his entire body. He also spoke very little with you, and seldom did you see him with your pokémon- granted, did you ever see him with your pokémon?

He also had his hand on his sword, Sento. Every time you saw him, his hand was always on his handle. You knew that it was to aid his handicap, his vision taken from him during an incident that proceeded you.

Why he avoided you, you didn't know. Perhaps it had to do with the knocking-out of your pokèmon, but you had let that go due to the fact he did it out of defense. Perhaps it's what you said, but you couldn't think of a time where you held a conversation with him. Maybe it was the way you looked at him? But his vision was only there for him to see, not truly allow him to use it to enjoy life.

Which brings us back to where we started- you sitting under the cherry blossom tree as you watched your companions playing and roughhousing with one another. You pick at the grass you sat upon, unknowing to the group of men that stood behind a circular concrete opening.

"There she is!" Kung Lao whispered with a pointing finger.

"Well not shit, razor-rang," Johnny scoffs. "Come on, Ken-doll, go and talk to her!"

Kenshi is behind all his friends as he breathes a sigh. He's nervous, but his mastery over his facial expressions allows him to keep his truth close to his chest.

Kenshi had been avoiding you for the entirety you had been here due to the fact he felt bad for tranquing your pokèmon. He had been trying to get closer to you, but he couldn't bare to hear your scared voice. That was how badly the entire debacle had been affecting him.

"Don't egg him on," Raiden scolds, "Kenshi knows what he's doing." He turns to face his friend again to try and read for any sign of discomfort.

Kenshi just looks at him with a light smile, and Raiden takes it as a sign to not push further. He then takes the other two men to leave the swordsman alone.

"But we want to watch!" Kung Lao cries as he's dragged away. Kenshi's stealth is no use as your head turns at the sudden voice. Only then does Kenshi come through the stone entrance, slightly stumbling. You get up at the sight of the swordsman, and your pokèmon stop playing as they're on high alert.

"K-Kenshi," you stuttered, but composed yourself as you greet him. "A surprise this is. To what do I owe you the pleasure?"

You're over the moon with his presence. In seven months, Kenshi finally came around. Albeit, it a confrontational way, but you were open to it so long as you made him your friend. However, you note how... unprofessional(?) he looks.

Scrutinizing his every move, you watch his body language. How his head moves askance, trying to avoid "looking" at you. He shifts his bodyweight from his right to his left leg, and you see his fingers rhythmically tap the scabbard of his sword.

"Earthrealm's Greatest Swordsman" was nervous.

On cue, your pokèmon are behind you as your ensemble. Like protectors, they watch the swordsman with great intent to make sure the events seven months ago do not transpire again. You command them with your hand up, stopping them from anymore advances. Regardless, you can feel the warmth coming from your Charizard's mouth as he stood directly over your shoulder.

"I, uh, just wanted to see if there were any updates on Lord Liu Kang's search for your way home?" You're dumbstruck over this conversation starter.

In the seven months you had made friends with everyone, this was the first time Kenshi spoke to you. The topic in which he chose to converse with you, however, set in stone your thoughts on how he thought about you. Any hope you had in allying yourself with him was gone, and it was evident in your response.

"O-oh," you say, a little dejected. "Well, no, Liu Kang hasn't found any leads."

That was a half-lie. Liu Kang mentioned to you in the last week that he found the faintest tether to your world, but he would need more time to make the connection more stable. In the mean time, you were to remain alert.

Kenshi didn't know this, though. And you intend to keep it that way as you went back to sitting on your bum on the warm grass, telling your pokèmon to scatter and play once more. Kenshi is stunned at your response, but he doesn't relent.

"I, uh," he clears his throat. "I would like to apologize for what happened a while back."

Your head turns up to see Kenshi, rubbing the back of his neck as he stands where he is. His brows are scrunched together, a look of contemplation and regret as his apology rings out in the air. You sigh and let your head hang.

"Kenshi I-. Agh, it's fine, really." It's now awkward as you begin to pick at the grass, trying to fill the silence that envelopes both of you.

Kenshi takes his own seat next to you, and you're reddening at how his shoulder brushes against yours. Thankfully, his sight only limits him to see shades of teal and black, so he can't see how flushed you've become.

"I didn't mean to avoid you," he begins as he watches your pokèmon play. "I just felt... guilty? Shameful? Whatever words describe the gnawing feeling in your chest."

You give him an upside-down smile, gently shoving at his shoulder.

"You knocked my pokèmon out! At the very moment we met, you knocked them out at their pressure points- how did you know?"

Kenshi can hear your playful tone as his shoulder relax a bit more. He snickers as he rubs his nose.

"I mean, it's no different than any other animal," he explains, thumb rubbing over the sheath of his sword. "I have experience with things like these."

And he begins to tell you stories about his missions with the OIA, an organization that investigates the weird and wacky that happens in this world. He talks of dragons that tower over skyscrapers, great battles across realms, and more fantastical tales of his adventures.

You hadn't even realized that your pokèmon had begun to crowd around you two. Luxray had nuzzled himself in between you and Kenshi, his head leaning towards the tattooed man's hand. Noivern had situated herself upside-down on the tree above you two.

Charizard sat behind you both, while Metagross put his arms close to himself to indicate rest. Finally, Gardevoire sat next to you, purring her name as her hand was on your leg.

"You seem to have a strong bond between your companions," he envies, unsheathing his sword.

"Is your sword not animate?" you ask, "Johnny mentioned that it could move."

He awes you as he focuses his energy to move the sword up and down, spinning it in its place as a blue light was emitted from it.

"Amazing!" you clap. Kenshi smirks a bit as he recalls his sword back into its sheath.

The rest of the day wastes away as you two conversed amongst yourselves. Finally, you had caught all of your friends, especially the rare Kenshi Takahashi, and put them into the database of your memories.

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aighr, ain't gonna lie, i restarted this fic three times because i couldn't find a way to incorporate a beginning

requester, i hope you enjoyed your prompt come to life!

i've got a couple more fics on the way, so stay tuned in

i'll see yall in the next fic!

[yetanothergreyjedi]

Left and Returned: Definitely Nothing Wrong

Danny Phantom x Supernatural Crossover

Part 2 Part 3

Ao3 (includes additional notes)

Chapter 4

"I'm sorry I didn't believe you guys about time travel." Dean announces at breakfast. 

"Almost wrote yourself out of existence, didn't you?" Danny guesses. 

"Not exactly… but how? How could you possibly guess that ?"

"You have the look. It's awful. Arguably worse than fighting a potential future evil version of yourself."

Dean thinks about that. He compares this experience to the demon him from the dreamroot thing. "...yeah this was definitely weirder."

Danny shrugs.

"So... how did you end up in a time travel adventure last night? I think if the Trickster came back we'd see some more signs." Sam asks.

"Castiel dropped in, confirmed the apocalypse stuff."

"Then dropped you back in time?"

"Yeah... apparently Mom made a demon deal for Dad's life. It's why..." Dean stopped himself, he barely knew Danny, what was he thinking! 

"I know?" Danny offers, looking between Sam and him.

"Right..." Dean continues. He doesn't think Danny will go all Gordon Walker on them, but if he had all the details... Dean isn't giving all the details. "Castiel also said it was Lillith who broke the seal." 

"He's sure?" Sam asks at the same time Danny asks,

"Lilith is a demon right?"

"Yeah, she's a demon, and I don't think Castiel would tell us if he wasn't sure."

"Any problem if I kill her?" Danny asks. And the quick reaction makes Dean glad he didn't elaborate on Sammy's thing.

"We've been trying." Sam tells him. "If you get the chance, please."

Danny gives a thumbs up. And Dean feels sorry that he has to drop the mood even further. "They're trying to release Lucifer."

"What's a Lucifer?"

"Ha ha." Dean says, it would probably be funny if they had any plan for beating 'a Lucifer'. But Danny... he doesn't look like he's joking. Then Sammy's phone goes off and he leaves Dean to deal with this conversation himself. Traitor.

"Lucifer like, The Devil, Lucifer."

"Oh, a name, got it! You have beef with this guy or something? "

"He's going to try to end the world."

"Think he'll be better, or worse at it than The Pariah?"

"Who's the Pariah?"

"... guy who yoinked a small town off the face of the earth for a week? Has a skeleton army?"

"What?! Kid, are you sure you're not talking about a cartoon or something?!"

"It'd be hard to forget, was around the time Vortex did his thing. Actually a lot of stuff happened then, that year was wild."

"Lucifer will have an army of Demons." Dean said, because if he didn't stay focused he was going to end up following Danny’s rabbit trails till the world ended.

"Yeah, that's not ideal. Freeing a lot of possessed people is a lot harder than wack-a-mole skeleton edition."

"I'm not going to ask." Sam returns to the table. He probably came to the same conclusion about Danny's stories a few months ago. "That was Travis, he wants us to look into something."

"Now?" Danny asks.

"Yeah, there's this guy, Jack Montgomery, has something going on with him."

"Okay, 1 problem." Danny continues.

"What kind of problem?"

"Oh, not a problem for you, Dean. But I have a sister, who has this friend, see. And she spent all of yesterday warding off marked spirits, and he hasn't called her back after playing phone tag all day.

Sam swore. Fumbling to get his phone back out of his pocket. His brother had been a mess yesterday. He'd leave a voicemail, but be in a situation while she called back. He'd gotten a voicemail after the witnesses were released, he'd left a voice-mail then too. Apparently, the loverbirds hadn't actually spoken yet.

"Oooh, Sammy's in the doghouse, huh?"

"Not yet, I'm supposed to drag him home first."

Dean grinned, "Do I get to meet the lovely Lady?" 

"I think you'll have too, though seriously, she'll understand it if this is time sensitive. Mind if I tag along?"

"Not at all, Sammy's a trouble magnet. He could use all the help he could get."

---

"Don't you love when this stuff mean spying on a man in his own home." Danny deadpans. He's not using the binoculars, holding them like they're personally offensive. 

"There are worse parts of the job." Dean reminds him, Jack Montgomery is rummaging through his fridge. "This guy? I mean this guy's boring"

"I don't know, Dean. Travis seemed pretty sure."

"Did he give any indication of what we're supposed to be— oh."

Oh was correct. Dean watched Montgomery  just abandon the leftovers and start in on a pack of ground beef. Raw ground beef.

"I'd say that qualifies as weird." Sam notes. Like that needed to be said.

---

"Thanks for helping out an old man. I'm a little, uh, shorthanded." Travis lifts his cast covered atm and They laugh politely at the bad joke. Then he gets straight to the point, and Dean's glad they're done pretending to catch up. It's awkward with Danny lurking behind them. "You track down Montgomery?"

"Yeah, we found him at his home." Sam tells him.

"And?"

"Well, he had a hell of a case of the munchies, topped off with a burger he forgot to cook."

"That's him alright."

"What's him?"

"Boys, we got a rougarou on our hands."

"A rougarou?" Dean looks to Sam for a convenient monster summary(or movie title, that would work too.). Sam gives him nothing. "Is that made up? That sounds made up."

"They're mean, nasty little suckers. Rotted teeth, wormy skin, the works." Travis tells them.

"Well, that ain't this guy. I mean, he was wearing a cellphone on his belt."

"He'll turn ugly soon enough. They start out human, for all intents and purposes."

"So, what?" Sam asks, "They go through some kind of metamorphosis?"

"Yep, like a maggot turning into a bull fly."

"No need to be cruel." Danny chides. Travis pauses, looks at Danny with an expression thats not quite a sneer. Dean really hopes that's not gonna become a problem.

"They're hungry things.” Trevor continues, ignoring the kid's glare. “First for everything, until they get a taste for human flesh. Once they get a taste they transform. One bite's all it takes. Eyes, teeth, skin; all turns. No going back either. They feed once, they're a monster forever. And our man Jack's headed there on a bullet train."

"Well, how'd you find this guy if he's a walking, talking human?" Dean demands.

"Lets just say it runs in his family."

"You mean, uh..." Sam trails off.

"Killed his daddy back in '78. Son of a bitch mangled 8 bodies before I put him down. Guy used to be a dentist. Cadillac, trophy wife... Little did I know, pregnant trophy wife. She put the boy up for adoption. By the time I found out, he was long gone, lost in the system."

The air in the room changes, this time in a way that's familiar. The unspoken threat looms... 

"You mean to tell me you couldn't find someone?" Sam asks, undeterred. Sam doesn't feel it.

Travis sighs. "I'm not sure I wanted to. The idea of hunting down some poor kid... I don't think I'd have the heart. No. I wanted to wait, make damn sure I had the right man. Apparently, I do."

The air itself has teeth, and breathing takes effort. Travis doesn't notice either. He takes a swig of his beer.

---

Travis might not notice that Danny is friggen weird, but after the comment earlier he does notice that the kid is incredibly uncomfortable. He singles the kid out to prep the flame throwers, not letting him escape with Sam. 

Dean took a chance and elbowed the kid in his side, hard enough to hurt but not hard enough to bruise. Made a face at him and the kid had quit messing with the room's... well, the room's vibes . 

Travis seemed under the impression that Danny was just new to this life, and Dean would prefer to keep it that way.

"So fire, huh?" They'd been subjected to a few stories of past hunts, and the kid had withdrawn more with each of them. Dean wants to change the subject but can't find a natural way to do so.  Better they stay focused on this.

"The only way I found to kill these bastards; deep-fry 'em."

"Well, that's gonna be..." He glanced at the kid. "horrible. Is that what you did to Jack's dad?"

"Uh-huh," Travis starts, and Dean realizes he's  being an idiot. That's just gonna get a more on topic gruesome story, but Sam, best baby brother in the world, saves them. 

He walks through the door with an accusation. "Not wasting any time, are you?" 

"None to waste." Travis informs them. "The guy hulks out, we won't be finding bodies, just remains."

Sam sits down next to the table in a controlled movement. He's forcing himself to act calm. "What if he doesn't hulk out? I did a little homework. Uh, I've been checking out the lore on rougarous."

Danny's head shoots up. It reminds Dean of caged animal seeing possible freedom.

"What? My 30 years of experience not good enough for you?" Travis demands.

"What? No. No, I-I- I just wanted to be prepared. I mean, not that you didn't..."

"Sam loves research. He does. He keeps it under his mattress right next to his KY. It's a sickness." He looks over at Sam, hiding the rescue with some teasing. "It is."

"Look, everything you said checked out, of course, but uh. I found a couple of interesting stories about people who have this rougarou gene or whatever. See, they start to turn, but they never take the final step."

"Really?"

"See, if they never eat human flesh, they don't fully transform." Well, no wonder their monster-adjacent friend is freaked. Maybe he's something similar,  hanging onto his humanity with everything he can? 

"So what? Go vegan, stay human?"

"Basically. Or in this case, eat a lot of raw meat, just not..."

"Right."

"Good on you for the due diligence, Sam." Travis gets up to pace the room. Its unnecessarily dramatic. "But those are fairy tales. Fact is, every rougarou I ever saw or heard of... took that bite."

"Okay, well, that doesn't mean that Jack will." Sam stands too. 

"So what do we do? Sit and hope and wait for a body count?"

"No, we talk to him. Explain what's happening. That way he can fight it."

"Fight it?" Travis laughs. "Are you kidding me? You ever been really hungry? I mean, haven't-eaten-in-days hungry?"

"Yeah." Dean answers, Danny nods too. 

"Yeah. Right then. So somebody slaps a big, juicy sirloin in front of you, you walking away?"

"No," Dean mutters, because he wouldn't.

"Depends.” Danny challenges.” You know what happens if you eat that big hearty meal? If you haven't eaten in days ?"

"Uh, no." Dean was never been allowed to eat what he wants after the few times he'd been starving. 

"You get sick." Sam answers. Ok, that was probably explained to him, he just remembers being hungry and grouchy about it. 

Danny nods, "If you haven't eaten in days, and you have the right information, you eat something small and light that seems unsatisfying until you've gotten it all down.  You don't risk tearing open your stomach lining. And besides! How would you know about rougarou's who don't turn?! People aren't going to announce their fantasies of eating people! They're could be generations who resist and they'd look just like everyone else!"

"And you don't know that they're are." He looks between the two of them. "I'm sorry. I'm sure he's a stand-up guy, but it's pure, base instinct. Everything in nature's gotta eat. You think he can stop himself 'cause he's nice?"

"Coconut milk." Danny declares, and Dean almost laughs. He lets the absurd statement sink in for a moment before he continues. "Coconut milk can be used as a substitute for blood. There are vampires who live off it. They get night jobs, and exist exactly like everyone else. You've had what, twenty years? You've just been waiting for this guy to crack, did you bother to look? Did you ask why a rougarou might crave human flesh? 

“Because when we crave salt, or red meat or whatever, it's usually because the body is lacking in the nutrients it needs! This all might get solved by giving him a vitamin supplement!"

"We try to help him." Sam declares. "And we're not gonna kill him unless he does something to get killed for." 

---

Danny didn't make jokes when talking to Jack Montgomery. The seriousness was almost as jarring as the conversation.

See Dean's plan had gone something like this: 

1.)Tell the guy what he is. 

2.)Convince him they aren't insane.

3.)Tell him not to eat people or they'd be back.

Repeat step 2 as needed.

Danny started similarly, steps 1 and 2 are the same, but step 3...

"You're not alone. There are people I can put you in contact if you want. They might not be the same species, but they'll have similar experiences. They might have other suggestions that will help."

Danny has a list of substitutes, advice, a food journal to track what works better or worse. That conversation leads into another and another of things that might alleviate that hunger. Then how they leave…

"I don't need to tell you why you shouldn't eat human flesh. You obviously already know. But I will warn you about the change. 'A taste' is what the stories say, and I don't know if that means a bite, or mearly a drop of blood, But if the change happens, it cannot be undone."

And Jack nods, solemn. He makes his promise, and he thanks them.

---

It's Mrs. Montgomery who finds them hours later. She finds them by asking the diner's patrons "Who owns that awful van?!"

And Danny, the only one in town with a van that awful, raises his hand. 

She's confused and frantic, but she knows her husband thought they could help with... it's unclear what Jack told her, whether half truth or blatant lie, but now everything has fallen apart. 

---

Travis' car is in the driveway.

They don't have to break into the house. Even if they hadn't had the keys, the back door is already broken in.  

It's not a surprise when they find a body.  It's a carved up corpse not a charcoaled one. 

"What happened?" Danny isn't asking them. 

---

"He's not a hunter, is he?" Dean asks his brother. They watch from a room away as Jack Montgomery and Danny Fenton speak in hushed urgent tones. When Jack had turned into the livingroom, Sam had flinched and Dean had curled his lip in disgust. Danny hadn't reactioned and Jack had noticed. So, now Danny was the only one worthy of whatever this conversation was.

"He calls himself an electrician that knows too much." Sam answers. 

"How much do you know about how he works?"

"...enough.”

"Sam... I don’t think he's human."

Sam looks at him, watches his face as he asks, "and if he's not?"

"I don't know, Sammy. I wouldn't say he's hurting anybody."

"Dean, I think there's some things we need to talk about..."

"What?"

"Not here, not now. " Sam gestured to the bloody mess on the ground and the still blood covered man in the kitchen. "When this is sorted, we need to talk about what happened while you were dead."

---

"He's going to clean himself up and pack." Danny tells them. "Then we're going to pick up his wife, see what she wants to do, then we’re going. I'll meet you at Jazz's."

"You're taking him to the Coconut Vampires." Dean predicted. 

"Yeah." Danny didn't elaborate further. 

"How does that work? What if one of 'em falls off the rails or something?"

"They deal with their own."

"Right... Sam, you still have Lenore's number?"

"Yeah,"

Dean nods to him, and steps back out of earshot. Lenore, the leader of the Cattle-Blood-Instead-of-Human-Blood Vampires, probably needed to be in touch with the Coconut Vampires. Dean never asked Sam where they went, didn't need to know. Dean knew then if he'd known where, he'd be compelled to check in person, and they didn't need him poking through all their business. Sam kept track of the missing persons numbers where they stayed, and they hadn't needed to follow up.

He doesn't have high hopes for Jack, not really, but those two do, and others do. Castiel was right, he doesn't have much faith, and the least he can do to avoid spreading his doubt all over the place. Maybe they'll prove him wrong.

He hopes they prove him wrong.

[whoseravenwrites]

idk if this is the correct place for this but i wanted to be anon oops lol

anyway my idea is a billzo x reader (i adore him) where they're filming a vlog with tommy and tommy makes a joke accidentally letting bill's crush on reader slip. ofc it's reciprocated and fluff ensues 😚

Happy mistake

A/N : I'm so sorry it took me this long to answer, I was planning on answering earlier but writing block, I hope you still enjoy it even though you requested it a while ago :/ Also it's kinda short I wrote it very late at night.. BUT THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING 🫶🏻

tw : none, if you see some tell me and i'll add them (kind of a abrudpt end tbh)

cc!billzo x gn!reader

word count : 431

my masterlist

You, Billzo and Tommy were making a vlog, or at least Tommy was, he did in fact invite himself to your house where Bill was staying for the night.

He was just being himself, joking around and being loud, you and billzo looked like zombies from the lack of sleep, as you two played video games all night.

You three were eating outside after buying a sandwich for dinner, Bill was acting strange, he'd immediately pay attention to what Tommy would say when the blonde opened his mouth, almost as if he was nervous. You quickly realised, it might had have a link to the discussion they had before you three left your flat.

Tommy looked over at you, then at Bill, a glimpse of malice in eyes.

"Ugh that looks like a date between you two loverbirds, I mean that wouldn't bother Bill ay,"

He said, quickly cutting himself off as he felt Bill's glare at him, a small blush crept out on his face.

"What ?" You quickly asked, your mouth full of your sandwich.

"Forget about it-" The black haired boy quickly added, looking down.

"I think i'm gonna leave now, was fun hanging out with you guys!!"

Tommy said, getting up before grabbing all of his stuff, and walking away, you could hear a slight giggle coming from him as he left.

"What did he mean by 'that wouldn't bother Bill ?' " you asked, smiling slightly, quickly catching what he meant but needing a confirmation from the main concerned.

"I mean...I wouldn't mind being on a date with you.." The man quickly answered, almost in a whisper as a shy tone was peeking out as he spoke.

"Oh wow..", You said, getting closer to him and putting your hand on his, admitting that actions would speak louder than words.

He looked up, shyly, smiling softly at you as he was glancing at his lips, without an hesitation, almost as if the glances were the confirmation you needed, you pressed your lips against his, putting your free hand on his cheek, your eyes were shut close and so were his, you wanted this moment to last forever, the rays of sunshine coming from the sunset, making it a perfect picture, almost as if freezing the instant was necessary.

He slightly pulled back after what felt hours,

"So ..." he started,

"Yes, I love you too Bill"

You answered, before he could even finish his sentence, as if you could read his mind, you were caressing his cheek with your thumb in a soothing motions causing him to lean in your touch.

[adrift-in-thyme]

@chaosfantasmic at long last, the fic you asked for is here! (the one about aro/ace Warriors and the Chain supporting him.) And today of all days too XD. I hope you enjoy

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Warriors should have seen it coming.

It’s only a logical thread of events, after all, for the others to see him with Artemis, observe their closeness, their surprisingly easy way with each other, their trust in a world that seeks to crush anything resembling such an emotion…and to assume that they are together.

Romantically.

It is the way things work in this world. Most people believe romantic love is the strongest of all loves, the deepest, the most potent, the one that matters more than anything else. They think that to feel it is to heal wounds and make oneself whole. 

Yet…they forget that there are other forms of love. They ignore the fact that there are other ways to make oneself whole. 

But Warriors has no desire to get worked up about it. Perhaps, the vast majority of people do feel such an emotion toward another. Perhaps, some must feel it to truly connect. Who is he to deny them that?

That doesn’t mean, however, that he needs it. He doesn’t, to be truthful. What he feels toward Artemis is stronger than that, different than that. 

He has never yearned to love in the way others speak of. He has never wanted to be touched in the same ways, to walk the same path to the same destination, to be linked to one person in the way his parents were or Time and Malon are.

Years ago, when he was young and naive, that had bothered him. To be set apart is to be lost amongst the crowd…

Or to be noticed for all of the wrong reasons.

(That, at least, had prepared him for being a hero.)

And though this…difference had been relatively easy to hide, that hadn’t simplified things all that much. It had always managed to slip out anyway, to make itself known. 

But he had kept it buried to the best of his ability. Still, he keeps it buried. Still, he has those broken parts tucked neatly away, safely hidden behind a pristine facade and winning grin. 

And that is not so bad. It’s simply what one does, isn’t it? Only those you trust completely are allowed full entrance to your heart. 

He can count those people on the fingers of one hand. And only one of them stands amongst the group of heroes he sits with now. 

Time has not said a word about it since they reunited. And that is something Warriors takes comfort in. The Hero of Time possesses secrets in droves. He knows how to keep them. He knows how to earn someone’s trust and hold it close, lock it away so that none can shatter it.

Even the rambunctious boy he parted with only recently had held that quality. Warriors is thankful for it.

It cannot, however, save him from the prying questions of the others. It cannot shield him when, one rainy night, as the group huddles beneath a cave in Wild’s Hyrule, Wind leans in and teasingly asks if Warriors is in love with his Zelda.

It’s not as though the boy singled him out specifically. The conversation had been about the heroes and their relationships with the Zelda’s present in their times. But Warriors feels his throat grow tight anyway. 

“Come on,” Wild pipes up, a dry chuckle on his lips as his eyes form a quick upward arc. “Of course, they’re in love. Have you seen those two together?” 

“Can’t separate ‘em, the two loverbirds,” Twilight teases. His elbow bumps against Warriors’. 

Wild laughs. Sky smiles, warmly, and Wind beams. Warriors’ heart clenches. 

It would be so easy to play along. Just as he always does. So, so simple to pretend again. Put on the cloak of “normalcy”. But…

Across the fire, Time catches his eye. Though he keeps his face carefully expressionless, Warriors can see the reassurance shining there. He swallows, ducks his head. A chuckle breaks free – an attempt at bringing some levity to the situation. 

But…they are his brothers. They already know more about him – hell they’ve already broken down more of his walls – than a good portion of people he has known throughout his life. 

They have, he realizes with sudden shock, even come close to making it into the circle of his most trusted. 

“I’m – ” 

His voice must sound less easy than he thinks it does because Wind’s eyebrows dip. Time’s lips lift just slightly. He plows on.

“What I feel toward Zelda isn’t…it isn’t what you all are thinking it is.”

The words come out in a rush, like a waterfall busting through a collapsing dam. In the wake of it, all eyes are on him.

“What’d you mean?” Wind asks. “You don’t love her?”

Warriors swallows. “Of course, I love her,” he says, cheeks heating as he echoes Wild. “Just not…not like that.”

“Oh, so you’re friends, then,” Hyrule says, the sentence part question, part statement.

“No.” It’s Legend now. He has been uncharacteristically quiet for most of the conversation, but his voice is steady, calm. His violet eyes are sharp, boring into Warriors’ soul. “You’re more than that, aren’t you? More than friends, more than lovers. Somewhere in between. Soulmates without the romance.”

Warriors can only stare at him for a moment. “Yes,” he replies, dumbly. “Exactly.”

Legend smirks. “Takes one to know one, pretty boy. I’ve suspected from the start.”

Another chuckle escapes, this one slightly less choked. Warriors feels a smile start to form across his face.

Of all the ways he expected this to go, finding someone like him is not one of them. But it is wonderful, absolutely wonderful. A breath of fresh air after a lifetime of staleness. 

He hadn’t realized how deeply he had yearned for it.

“So…” Wild looks between the veteran and the captain, head cocked like a curious dog. “You’re both not in love with your Zeldas. Romantically. Right?”

“I’m not in love with anyone romantically,” Warriors says, slowly, tasting the words and the sweet relief they leave behind. “I don’t feel that kind of attraction.” 

“Um, what about the other kind of attraction?” Hyrule asks, somewhat nervously. Four snickers.

Warriors laughs as Legend rolls his eyes. “No, not that one either.”

“Weird,” Wind breathes, grinning. “But a good weird! A cool weird!”

“Yeah,” Wild agrees. “It’s interesting.” He smiles. “I met a couple in my Hyrule who had something like your more-than-friendship thing going on. But I never really gave it much thought. And I definitely didn’t expect for two of you guys to feel the same way as they did.”

A chorus of voices rumble echo throughout the group in wonder and support. Heads nod in encouragement and understanding. 

Twilight sets a hand on Warriors’ shoulder. His expression is kind. “I’m glad you told us, captain. And I apologize if our teasing offended ya.”

“Not at all.” 

Warriors smiles at them all and they smile back. No disappointment colors those faces, no condescension or contempt. Only love. Not quite like what he feels for Zelda, but just as strong. Yes, just as strong. 

Time catches his eye again and gives a slow nod of approval. Warriors’ smile grows. 

He sits back, breathing a sigh of relief, ruffling his fingers playfully through Wind’s hair as the boy snuggles into his scarf. And he listens as the conversation turns gracefully toward other things – weapons and battle stories and strategies – thankful for this moment and the comfort it has brought him. Thankful for those who understand, and those who are willing to listen and accept even when they don’t.

Thankful, most of all, to feel so very loved.

[inniessick]

Thinking abt bf!Innie taking you to see a horror movie with his friends, but while watching the movie y/n gets rlly scared so Jeongin puts her on his lap and cuddles her. Then he fingers y/n in the car to make her happy💗🙁

oh ho ho nonnie... now you've put that idea in my head, and damn is it a good one.

word count: 1.4k

warnings: smut, cussing, petnames (babe, baby, pretty, lovely, princess, jeonginnie, jeong, innie) dom!jeongin, semi-public fingering, idk that's probably it. let me know if I missed any!

You were supposed to meet the guys at Hyunjin's place for your weekly movie night. there was only one problem, it was a horror movie. Despite yours and felix's protesting, it had been decided. You disliked horror movies, you were easily scared. You tried to convince Jeongin to not go this week, but he said he'd be right next to you so you didn't have to worry. That didnt help though, you didn't want to be scared.

"Baby, you almost ready to get goin'?" Jeongin knocked on the door to get your attention, peering his head into the room. You were picking up your phone from the bed, looking visibly pissed off. "Mhm, we can leave." your voice was flat as you opened the door fully, walking right past Jeongin. "Princess, dont be upset, it's just a movie. It's not supposed to be all that scary, anyways. We've been doing these movie nights for a year." You knew you shouldn't be this upset, but you hated scary things, you've always been that way. Jeongin hugged you from behind, murmuring into your neck, "Promise i'll keep you safe, pretty. it'll be over before you know it." You hummed, "If i scream its your fault! Lets leave before they get on your ass for being late again."

He held the door open for you, both of you making your way to the car. The ride wasn't long, you had started to relax a bit. You heard Jeongin take the keys out of the car, before he was making his way to open your door, holding his hand out, "C'mon, I know they're waiting for us." You both made your way up to the door, knocking and it being answered quickly. "Hyun!! They're both here, you can get the movie started!" Chan yelled to Hyunjin before greeting you both, "Made it on time this week?" You playfully hit his arm, "Shut up it was one time!" "You were literally an hour late!" "It was one time, Chan!" You both started laughing.

Everyone was figuring out their seats across the couch and floor. Chan spoke to the group, grabbing their attention, "Alright make room, the loverbirds have arrived." Han and Minho looking at each other before saying "Ew..." "Boo, tomato, nasty." Both of them teasing you two. Jeongin spoke, "Yea whatever, talk when you can actually get a girlfriend." Han rushing to defend himself, "Hey! I've had girlfriends before!" Seungmin turned to him, "When? In like 7th grade, for a week?" "You're supposed to be on my side dude!" "Just saying the tru-" Hyunjin clapped his hands, "Alright shut up, movies gonna start!" Everyone began to quiet down.

You and Jeongin sat on the far end of the couch, his arm holding your waist, giving you reassuring squeezes every time a jumpscare occurred. You weren't happy, but the movie seemed pretty tame. At least, that's what you thought before it started to get real gruesome. A loud noise coming from the tv causing you to gasp, "Fuckin hell.." Jeongin leaned his head down, "You alright babe?" "No Innie, it's getting too scary." "Cmere, sit in my lap, i'll hold you till its finished." You moved yourself onto his lap, still watching the screen, his hands holding your waist and thigh. Each time you got scared, you would push yourself into his chest, an involuntary reaction. What you hadn't noticed was each time you did that, your ass would move right against jeongin's crotch.

You felt his hands push your hips down, "Stop moving like that, we're in front of all the guys." You could finally feel how hard he was under you, your clothed cunt sitting right against it, you moved your hips forward slightly. He squeezed your hips again, pushing you down against him, leaning in towards your ear, "Behave, or I'll fuck you right in front of everyone." You nodded, focusing on the movie again, attempting to not move when you got scared. You had been doing a half-decent job, he knew you were trying your best. You gasped again, the main character getting dragged into a basement before having some not-so-pg13-things happen to them, you shook your head, grabbing jeongin's hands. "Shh, shh I got you." "No jeonginnie, it's too scary, dont wanna watch it anymore." "Movie is almost over, hang in there and i'll make sure you feel better in the car." "But-" You looked up at the screen, another jumpscare, making you push yourself against him, a feeble attempt to get away from the tv. "Just close your eyes baby, innie's got you. It's almost over, nothings gonna get you." You listened to him, closing your eyes and turning your head away.

It wasn't all that long before you started to hear everyone begin to speak. changbin spoke, "Alright, it wasn't that bad, look even felix was able to watch it." "Yea, could've been a lot worse." Felix looked over at you two, "Did it scare her?" He had asked Jeongin, "Mhm, she made it through most of it, though." Han patted your shoulder, "That's progress! Maybe next time you'll get through the whole thing." Your eyes widened, fuck that. "I'll stay home the next time if you guys wanna watch horror, Innie can go by himself." Jeongin squeezed your hand, "I think we'll both pass, don't want her getting freaked out again." Hyunjin chimed in, "That's probably a good idea, sorry we scared her." Jeongin tapped your leg, "C'mon, time to go home." You stood up from his lap, grabbing your belongings off the couch. "We're gonna head home, text me later so we know what were gonna do next week." "Yea! we'll make sure its some cringey romcom or something." You waved at the guys, wishing them all a goodnight.

You got into the car, holding Jeongin's hand. "Don't make me do that again Jeong, freaked me out too much." He moved his hand onto your thigh, "I know baby, 'm sorry." He moved his other hand to grab your chin, giving you a kiss. "Didnt think it'd be that bad, lovey." His hand ran up your thigh a bit more, your breath hitching because of how close he was to your core. "Want me to make it up to you? Make you feel good?" You looked at him, "But- We're in the car, what if someone sees?" "The boys are gonna stay inside, and its dark out, nobody's gonna know."

You nodded your head. "Want you to make it better innie.. was so scared." His hand moving to unbutton and unzip your jeans. "Mhm, I know. Let innie make it better." He leaned over more, kissing you while he slipped his hand into your panties. He moved his fingers right over your clit, rubbing it slowly, taking all your moans into his mouth. you moved away, trying to catch your breath, "Jeongin please, need your fingers, dont tease me." He moved his lips along your neck, "Alright, princess. Whatever you want." He gathered your slick onto his fingers, "So wet for me.." You moaned, bucking your hips against his hand. He pushed two fingers into your needy hole, causing you to gasp at the sudden stretch. "Gonna make sure you feel better," He curled his fingers, pressing against your sweet spot, slowly pumping the two digits into your pussy. "Fuck jeongin, there- need more, gimme more." "More what baby? What do you want?" "Innie~ Want you to go faster, need your fingers to make me cum." You threw your head back as he immediately fulfilled your request, fucking his fingers into you quicker, thumb making circles on your clit. "Can feel you clenching around me," "Fuck- Jeonginnie... mmm, please.." He curled his fingers again, grazing that gummy spot. Your back arched as he gripped your jaw, kissing you deeply before pushing his tongue past your lips. "Mmph.. mm-" You moaned into the kiss, moving your tongue against his. God you were so close, you were right there. He separated from your mouth, mumbling sweet nothings to you.He applied pressure to your clit, moving his thumb against it faster. "Innie.. baby wan' cum." "Go ahead, cum all over my fingers." "Shit.. ahh- cumming- innie~", gripping onto his wrist as you screwed your eyes shut, walls spasming around him.

"There you go, did so well for me." He removed his hand hand from between your legs, you whined at the sudden feeling of emptiness. He licked his fingers clean, "Always taste so good.." "Thank you, feel a lot better." He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, before turning the keys and starting the engine. He took your hand in his, "Lets get you home so I can properly fuck you." You squeezed his hand a little, giggling at his comment. He flashed you a cheesy grin before driving away from Hyunjin's house, eager to do just as he had said.

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[seoran]

I don't play genshin anymore but I still really like it.

And Childe is still my cutie patootie. I love him very much but I will make AU that will hurt him for a bit. Never for long, he needs his happy ending.

There's that one that I really had fun creating the idea of the story for: basically Zhongchi turned into Chiluc (but I would take any character for Childe tbh, this man deserves love).

Basically, it usually starts with Childe having feelings for Zhongli. Even after the whole Osial stuff.

They became a couple after some time. Childe is in heaven. Till...

He starts to notice that something is wrong with how Zhongli treats him. Like he doesn't him like he's Childe, like he's some kind of replacement?

At one point Zhongli calls him Guizhong (yes, it's the AU where Zhongli and Guizhong were lovers). It becomes clear to Childe. Zhongli is still not over the goddess.

Hurt from Zhongli not seeing Childe for who he is, he flees from Liyue to Mondstadt. At one point he meets Kaeya and they become friends (I really like the idea of Childe, Kaeya and Thoma being friends).

And because of Kaeya Tartaglia gets to meet Diluc later on. Of course, it's not a calm first meeting as we all know of Diluc's hatred towards Fatui.

But something happens and they slowly become close and fall in love. Childe is happy with his tsun-tsun bf and gets over Zhongli.

But boy oh boy, I like to see Zhongli suffer. This man starts to miss Childe and goes after him after Venti tells him of Childe's wherebouts.

And what does he see? Chiluc being loverbirds of course.

Oh the feeling when Zhongli learns about what he lost. But it's too late. He has no longer place in Ajax's heart.

[al-dusty33]

Loverbird

Chapter 1: The Sidekick's Sidekick

Summary: Moving to Gotham City for your dad's job promotion, you find yourself in the middle of a city-wide conspiracy theory about the mysterious disappearances. Teaming up with Robin, you set off to get to the bottom of it all and find out who is behind all of it.

The reader is Non-binary but was born a female. If that's not your type of reader then don't continue reading. Or do, I can't control you.

First time posting fanfiction on here so let me know if I should make changes in the chapter or if you would like more.

Warning: This book (not just this chapter) contains: swearing, violence, sexual content, mature themes, alcohol consumption, near death experiences, and Joker.

09/01/2022 (Afternoon)

The door opens to the new apartment the (Last Name)'s moved into. (Name)'s father takes the first step inside and takes a deep breath in, "Can't believe I'm back in Gotham City after all these years..." he mumbles. He looks back at his family and waves them in, "Look around and choose a room."

(Name) walks in and looks around the empty apartment. This will be the place they'll be living at, "It's... Small..." They mutter under their breath before shrugging their shoulders and glancing outside, "Better than out there..."

On the car ride here, (Name) had already seen two drug deals and a few daytime hookers.

"Gotham City is definitely a bit different than the cornfields from Illinois," (Name)'s mother comments as she places a medium-sized cardboard box on the kitchen island.

Alexandra walks past her mom, completely absorbed in her phone, "A bit different is an understatement," Her gaze moves up from her phone to her mom, "The streets seem nice but there are criminals everywhere."

"And it was the crime and corruption that caused my family to move in the first place..." (Name)'s dad grumbles under his breath as he walks by to grab some boxes from the moving truck outside.

Oliver walks into the apartment holding a few cardboard boxes, "That should be this city's slogan," He sets the boxes on the floor in the empty living room.

"What?" Alexandra raises her eyebrow at Oliver and slips her phone back into her pocket, "Crime and corruption?"

Oliver nods his head with a mischievous smirk on his face, "It's perfect for this city," he starts making his way outside again as Alexandra follows him.

(Name) wanders further into the apartment to map out the layout in their head. They slip their headphones on to listen to some music as they walk from room to room.

When entering the apartment, you're immediately introduced to the living room and kitchen. Next to the kitchen is a hallway that leads to all the bedrooms.

At the far door on the right, (Name) opens the door and enters a decent-sized room. A soft smile graces their lips as they look around the room.

"This seems nice..." They walk over to the window and open it, "A fire escape..." (Name) slowly nods their head and glances around to the surrounding area outside, "Good to know in case of emergencies," They close the window and move to the middle of the room to envision how they want their room to look.

"You like it?" (Name)'s mom's voice breaks through the music playing through (Name)'s headphones.

(Name) removes one side of their headphones and looks back at their mom, "Yeah, I do," they do a small spin in the middle of the room, "It's like the room was made for me," They softly chuckle and glance out the window.

Their mom moves closer to the window and looks out, "You know, if you're lucky enough you might catch a glimpse of Batman."

"Batman?" (Name) stands next to their mom, "Why would he pop up around here?" They look around outside, "I heard this is a safe neighborhood," They cross their arms and lean against the window sill, "So safe in fact that some parents let their kids stay out later than most."

"That's just bad parenting..." Their mom mumbles under her breath and shakes her head, "But that is true about the neighborhood. Hence, why we moved here to this area."

(Name) looks at their mom, "Why did we move from Illinois to New Jersey? What was the reason?"

"It's because of your dad's job," Their mom explains and leans against the wall next to the window, "They offer a better job opportunity in Gotham City. Since he lived in the area before, he thought why not?" She softly smiles and looks out the window again, "After a while of discussing with me, we end up here."

"So, that's why you force us to take those self-defense classes?" (Name) asks, "So if we run into a mugger we have a chance to make it out alive?" They snicker, "You know, Mom, I was the fastest learner there," they feel a sense of confidence washed over them for a moment.

Their mom smiles and gently ruffles their hair, "I'm proud of you, (NickName)."

(Name)'s chest swells with a proud feeling, a feeling they don't think they'll ever get over.

"Well," (Name)'s mom pushes herself off the wall, "We should get back to unpacking," She makes her way to the exit, "We'll order out for tonight," With one last smile, she leaves.

~[Night]~

(Name)'s family took a break from unpacking and sat in the living room on metal folding chairs. They talked about how their life would be in Gotham City, the potential people they'd meet, and other random things that came to mind.

(Name) stares out the window at the red night sky and sees a small family of three walking down the street and enjoying the night air without too much fear. They softly smile at the sight.

"Are you excited to be starting a new school?" (Name)'s father's voice breaks (Name)'s out of their small trance.

(Name) moves their gaze over to their father, "Huh? School?" They look down at their hands for a moment and shrug, "I guess it's a thought but I'm not excited..."

Alexandra nods her head, "Making friends this late in middle school is going to be hard since everyone already knows each other," She pulls out her phone to scroll through TikTok.

(Name) stands up and stretches their arms above their head, "Whelp..." They slide their hands into their pockets, "I'm gonna go chill in my room for a bit," They start making their way to their room, "Come get me when the pizza gets here."

They walk down the hall and enter their room. A bang was heard outside their window.

(Name) raises an eyebrow, "What the...?" They walk over to their window and open it. They look around outside to see nothing unusual, "What was that...?" They look around a little more before closing the window again, "That's strange..." They mumble to themselves. They take one last glance outside their window before leaving it be.

09/03/2022 (Late Morning)

(Name) leaves the corner convenience store and walks down the sidewalk of Gotham. They scroll through their phone looking for music to listen to on their walk home.

One of the coins they were holding slips out of their grasp so they crouch down to get it. From the corner of their eye, they see a van slowing down a couple of yards away from them.

They raise their eyebrow at the sight but don't think much of it and continue their walk. A few minutes go by and (Name) takes another glance behind them to see the van still following them at the same distance.

Alarms go off in their mind and instead of continuing their path home, they turn down a random street with people around to see if the van is still following them. After another couple of minutes, (Name) looks back again to see the van still there.

Panic washes over them like a tidal wave and they pick up the pace. They couldn't go home with someone following them, they needed to lose them first.

(Name) takes random turns at every other street in hopes of losing their followers. They weren't thinking about where they were going just hoping for the following to stop they ran into a dead end in an alley.

Dread takes over their system as they frantically look around for a place to go. Seeing no way forward, they turn around only to be met with the van blocking their path. A muscular man gets out of the car with a handgun and makes his way toward (Name).

(Name) backs up as much as they can until the cool bricks hit their back. They looked around for something to defend themselves with but it was too late when the man pistol-whipped them in the head and knocked them out.

~[???]~

(Name) blinks their eyes open a few times in a daze. Their head was pounding and the fluorescent lights above them weren't helping. They look around to try and get a better idea of where they were at.

An old, splintering door was directly in front of them, the wallpaper around them was peeling, and any movement on the floorboards made it creak.

(Name) notices they were tied to a chair and they panicked. They struggled with their restraints and luckily they were loose. After a few moments of struggling, they managed to escape their restraints. (Name) checks their pockets for their phone only to find out that it is missing.

"Great..." (Name) grumbles under their breath. They took another look around the room and found a broken lead pipe. They smirked and picked it up, "Lucky me..."

They slowly crept their way over to the door to check if it was locked. It was not. (Name) narrows their eyes at the doorknob, "This feels like it's too easy..."

They carefully open the door a little to take a peek outside. Seeing no one there, (Name) mentally prepares themselves and ventures down the hall.

As they creep down the hall, a door left ajar catches their attention. Opening the door reveals a makeshift office inside. (Name) peeks around to make sure it is safe before entering. They close the door behind them and head over to the desk in the corner. On the desk was their phone and a piece of paper.

(Name) picks up their phone and checks the time, "7:20 PM... I was out for a couple of hours..." Their gaze moves over to the paper and reads it over.

___________________________________________

Rosemary Delgado

23 - F

Hunter Marshall

26 - M

Delilah Jones

14 - F

Earving Glover

15 - M

Geoff Roberts

25 - M

(Name) (Last Name)

16 - F

___________________________________________

"Holy crap..." (Name) whispers out loud before opening the camera app on their phone and taking a picture of it. They flipped the page to see addresses correlating to each name. They take a picture of that as well before placing the paper down.

They looked around the office a little more and found nothing of interest. They walk over to their door and open it a little to see two armed guys standing at the top of the stairs.

Anxiety floods their brain as (Name) listens in on their conversation.

"So, do ya 'ave the lass?" A guy with a cockney accent asks through the radio.

One of the guys leaned into their radio and said, "We have her, sir. She wasn't a problem at all."

"Good. The client said to make sure not to harm the girl. He says she will help with his excitement."

"We know, sir."

"He better hurry before the Bat shows up," Then radio silence.

(Name) watches one of the guards walk away, leaving the other guy completely vulnerable to an attack. (Name) readjusts their grip on the metal pipe before carefully creeping over to the lone guard. Once they got close enough, they raised the metal pipe above their head and then swung it down on the guy's head. The guy collapses to the ground unconscious.

(Name) takes a few moments to calm themselves down before making their way downstairs. And from their view, saw five guys with guns.

They gulp and tip-toe to an isolated guy. They get closer to him and the gun turns around to face them. Before the guy can call out to someone, (Name) punches him right below the chin which snaps the guy's head back and knocks him out.

(Name) glances behind them to see two guards walking towards them. They quickly looked around and saw an empty can. Picking it up, they threw it out the window to cause a loud sound.

"What was that?" One of the guys asks the other as he aims his gun toward the window.

The other shrugs and lightly nudges the other, "Let's check it out then. Better for both of us to go in case it's the Bat."

The first guy lets out a small sigh and shakes his head, "I admire your confidence, Dlyan..." He grumbles under his breath before the two guys leave to check it out.

(Name) let out a breath they didn't realize they were holding. After waiting a few minutes, they slowly make their way to the next guy standing next to the couch in the living room.

The guard's mind seems to be in the clouds as he stands there. (Name) sneaks up behind him before swinging the metal pipe to the side of his head and knocking him out on the couch.

(Name) smiles a little and thinks that everything is going smoothly that was until they feel something cold pressed against the back of their skull.

"Where do you think you're doing, little lady?" A gruff-sounding voice came from behind them. They could smell cigarette smoke oozing off him.

(Name) drops the pipe and holds their hands up, "Fuck..." They mutter under their breath as their anxiety starts to rise inside them. They peek behind their shoulder to see the last guy lean into their radio but before he can get a word out, someone kicks him in the face.

The guy drops his gun and stumbles a few steps back with his hand cradling his cheek. He spits out some blood along with a tooth and glares at his attacker.

(Name) looks up and sees Robin standing there in a fighting stance.

"So it was you guys behind the missing people..." Robin mumbles under his breath. He clenches his fists even tighter and his jaw tightens.

"You're not going to do shit without the bat, kid!" The guy yells before cracking his knuckles, "I'm going to bury you alive!" He runs toward Robin with his fist in the air, ready to punch the living daylights out of him.

Robin sidesteps and trips the oncoming guy which causes him to stumble forward.

The guy falls to the ground and picks up a nearby glass shard. He quickly gets up and lunges at Robin in an attempt to stab him.

The guy manages to cut Robin's arm. Robin grabs his arm for a second and checks his hand for blood. When he sees some, Robin bares his teeth, "You jackass..." He kicks the side of the guy's leg.

The guy quickly recovers from the kick and punches Robin in the gut. He goes to grab a nearby lamp.

Robin staggers a bit from being punched but takes out a batarrang from his utility and throws it at the lamp to knock away the guy's reach.

The lamp falls to the ground and the base breaks. The guy glares at Robin and lunges at him again. He manages to pin Robin against a wall.

(Name) stood there frozen in fear. The moment Robin was pinned, (Name) was able to snap out of whatever was holding them back. They immediately pick up the metal pipe again and run over to the guy to knock him out. Once they were close enough, they swung the metal pipe down on the guy's head and helped Robin.

Robin rubs his sore wrist and stares down at the unconscious guy. He glances up at (Name) for a moment, "Thanks for that..." He mumbles.

(Name) shrugs a little, "No problem, besides you did all the fighting and saved me so thank you," They smile a little at Robin. After a few moments, they collapse to their knees.

Robin was surprised by that and kneeled next to them, "Hey, are you okay? Did they hurt you?" He softly places his hand on their shoulder.

(Name) nods, "Yeah... I'm fine..." They look up at Robin, "It's just that I've never experienced this kind of situation before..." They gently grab Robin's forearm, "Honestly, I thought I was a goner for a second when I felt that gun..." They start hyperventilating a little, "I thought I was never going to see my family again..."

"Hey, hey, hey..." Robin rubs their back, "It's okay, what you're feeling is understandable..." He softly smiles at (Name), "You know, it's amazing you were able to get this far in your escape," He ruffles their hair a little, "That's impressive."

That was able to calm and cheer (Name) a little, "That honestly means a lot coming from you, Robin..." They smiled a little.

Robin rubs the back of his neck and looks away a little, "Sorry that Batman didn't show up, he's currently being run quite thin," He glares at nothing particular, "Those damn criminals..." He grumbles under his breath.

(Name) raises an eyebrow at that comment but doesn't question it, "That doesn't matter, you still helped me," They contemplate to themselves for a moment before giving Robin a quick hug, "You're my hero..." They whisper into his ear.

Robin tenses up a little at the contact and feels his face warm up. He hesitates for a moment before wrapping his arms around their back, "Yeah... N-No problem," He clears his throat and lets them go, "We should head outside and wait for the GCPD."

(Name) releases him from the hug and clears their throat, "Sounds like a plan."

Robin stands up and offers (Name) his hand, "Let me help you up," An awkward, soft smile appears on his face.

(Name) stares at his hand for a few moments before taking his hand. They mutter out another thanks and the two walk out of the rundown building.

The two stand there in silence for a few minutes until Robin speaks up, "So... What's your name?" He glances to his right at them.

"(Name)..." They look at him, "(Name) (Last Name)," They squeeze Robin's hand a little before realizing they are still holding hands and let it go.

Robin nods, "Cool name," he looks down the street to try and see any flashing lights, "Do you go to school?"

(Name) nods, "Yeah, I'll be attending Gotham City High School," They slide their hands into their pockets and look down the other side of the street.

Robin's breath hitches in his throat, "Gotham City High School...?" He mutters out and glances over at them again, "Are you for real?"

"Yeah," (Name) looks back at Robin again and raises an eyebrow at him, "Is that a problem?"

Robin vigorously waves his hands in front of himself in a defensive way, "No, no, no!" He awkwardly chuckles and rubs the back of his neck, "There's no problem with that at all... I was just asking or whatever..." His voice trails off again as he looks away again.

(Name) looks Robin over for a moment before shrugging it off.

~[Night]~

(Name) has been sitting in the interrogation room for hours at the police station.

"So, how long have you known Robin?" Officer Montoya asks. She has her arms crossed and leans back against the wall.

(Name) groans and their head rolls back to rest on the back of their seat. They stare up at the ceiling for a few moments before answering, "How many times are you going to ask the same questions?" They narrow their eyes at Montoya, "I only recently moved to Gotham City and this is the first time I've seen him. There is nothing between us."

She looks away for a few seconds and then sighs, "I'm so sorry for keeping you here, it's just that the chief is refusing to let you go and the commissioner isn't here right now to talk some sense into him."

(Name) rests their head on their chin and leans on the table in front of them, "I'm really tired... When will I go home?"

Officer Montoya walks over and gently pats (Name)'s shoulder, "Hopefully soon," She heads over to the door, "Again, I'm sorry for keeping you here. Chief Rojas is trying really hard to find a more definitive connection between you and Batman. For some unknown reason, he doesn't like Batman," Then she left.

(Name) sits there at the table for a couple of more minutes. Their eyes start to droop until eventually drift off to sleep.

~[Midnight]~

"Hey..." A male's voice calls out from the darkness as (Name) feels someone shaking them.

They blink their eyes open a few times and glance to see an older gentleman with greying red hair and gentle, tired blue eyes behind glasses.

"Sorry to wake you but are you (Name) (LastName)?" The man asks as he leans back a little from the table.

(Name) sits up in their seat and rubs their eyes, "Yeah..." They look around a little before their gaze lands on the man again, "Who are you...?" they mumble.

The man holds his hand out for (Name) to shake, "I'm Commissioner James Gordon," (Name) takes his hand and shakes it, "You're questioning is done so I'll be taking you home. We already told your parents what happened to you," He gently helps (Name) out of their seat, "Come on."

As Commissioner Gordon and (Name) leave the Interrogation room and head over to the police cruiser, they overheard from an officer and a detective talking about the almost endless crimes happening every night and how everyone is getting tired by it.

--

The scenery of city buildings, cars, and people walking flies by the two as Commissioner Gordon drives (Name) home. The car ride was mostly silent besides the soft blues playing in the background.

"So..." Commissioner Gordon glances over to his right at (Name), "I heard from Officer Montoya that you and your family recently moved to Gotham City," He stops at a red light, "How are you liking it so far?"

(Name) shrugs as their gaze sticks to outside the window, "It's been fine... Besides being kidnapped by some random guys..." Their murmurs were so low Commissioner Gordon almost didn't hear them.

Commissioner Gordon takes a deep breath in, "Well, I'm glad your stay here has been fine so far..."

The two sit in silence at the red light. The silence was almost unbearable; Commissioner Gordon was thanking the stars at least some music was playing.

The light turns green and Commissioner Gordon starts driving.

"Do you have any siblings?" He asks in hopes of starting up another conversation. He takes a right turn on a street in Chinatown.

"Two. An older brother and a younger sister," (Name) answers. They look over at Commissioner Gordon and ask, "You have any kids, Commissioner?"

Commissioner Gordon almost smiles that this conversation wasn't going to be a total drag, "Two. Barbara and James Jr." He glances at (Name) for a few seconds then back at the road, "My daughter works part-time at the local library by where you live," He seems to be quite proud of his daughter.

A small smile starts to form on (Name)'s lips, "The library?" They look down for a moment as their smile grows, "I haven't been there yet..." They mumble to themselves under their breath. (Name)'s gaze moves back to the Commissioner, "How far is the library?"

"Just a few blocks," Commissioner Gordon answers. He soon pulls off to the side in front of (Name)'s apartment building, "Whelp, it's good talking to you and here..." He takes out a small folded piece of paper and hands it to (Name), "...If you ever need to reach me, just call that number."

(Name) takes the paper and looks it over before leaving the car, "Thanks, Commissioner Gordon," They look at him, "I'll give you a call..." They give him a small wave before closing the car door.

09/04/2023 (Morning)

That night, (Name) didn't get much sleep once they got home. Their mind kept going back to that piece of paper they found. They hope Commissioner Gordon will find it and the thought in (Name)'s head will finally rest.

They sat on the floor of their nearly empty living room. They gently nibble on the bottom lip, lost in thought about that stupid paper. They slip their phone out of their pocket and pull up the pictures of the sheet of paper.

The names are obviously for the people who were kidnapped, four people before them, but the addresses were what puzzled (Name). Were they the addresses of where the people lived, (Name) hasn't memorized their address yet, or was it the location of where they were kidnapped.

"Why can't you leave my mind, you stupid paper..." (Name) grumbles under their breath. They run their hand through their hair, "And why am I so stuck on this...?"

(Name) pulls up Commissioner Gordon's number and sends him a text.

___________________________________________

[Good morning, Commissioner Gordon, this is (Name) (LastName). In the abandoned building I was found in had an office with a sheet of paper on top. I think it might help you.]

8:47

___________________________________________

(Name) takes a deep breath, "Maybe that text was stupid... The GCPD probably found it," They stand up from the floor, "I'm gonna go crazy over that stupid paper..."

Their mind continues to spiral about that paper and why they were even concerned about it in the first place.

"(Name)?" (Name)'s mom calls out to them, "Are you feeling okay?"

Her voice snaps (Name) out of their thoughts, "Mom!" Their eyes dart over to their mom, "Uh... Yeah, I'm fine," They look outside the window, "Just have a lot on my mind right now..."

(Name)'s mom walks over and sits down next to him, "Oh, sweetie..." She wraps her arms around their shoulders, "It's okay to not be okay..."

(Name) takes a deep breath, "Yeah... But I swear that I'm fine," They rest their head against their mom's shoulder, "Just overthinking..."

"About what? Last night?" (Name)'s mom asks, "Or is it something else?"

"It's fine..." (Name) quickly stands up, "Don't worry about it."

She was taken aback by the sudden outburst, but she didn't press on it, "Well..." She takes a few moments to collect her thoughts and then stands up as well, "I'm here if you need anything," She pulls (Name) closer and embraces them.

(Name) didn't hesitate to wrap their arms around their mom.

The two stand in the empty living room in comfortable silence. Nothing needed to be said for them to understand each other.

"How about we go to the Gotham City Mall later today?" (Name)'s mom pulls back a little to look them in the eyes, "It'll help clear our minds."

(Name) softly smiles, "Sure, sounds fun."

~[Afternoon]~

The mall was bustling with activity from friends hanging out in the food court to parents dragging their children into a store they had no interest in.

"Okay, you all have money, so go off on your own. We'll meet at the food court in an hour," (Name)'s dad announces, "Just to be clear, I love you all but we all have already spent a lot of time together at the apartment."

(Name) chuckles a little under their breath before walking off to find something to do.

They walk by the different stores until one catches their eye.

"A Halloween store? Wonder what I can find..." (Name) mumbles under their breath.

They walk into the store and are immediately surrounded by monsters, ghouls, heroes found in the Justice League, and many other random things.

(Name) walks over to the mask section of the store and picks up a plastic rabbit mask. Their fingers gently trace the edges of the mask as their eyes take in the details.

The mask is a simple white mask that only covers the top half of the face.

A feeling deep down inside was telling them to buy the mask. What importance would the mask have to give to (Name)? Probably for a costume for Halloween.

Following the strange guide of their subconscious, (Name) takes it over to the counter and buys it.

Walking out of the store with their new item, they set off to explore the mall for a new interesting thing to spend money on.

--

How (Name) ended up sitting at a Victoria's Secret while Barbara, Commissioner Gordon's daughter, was in the changing room was beyond them. One minute, they were walking around the mall and the next meeting Barbara in front of a Spencer's.

(Name) taps their fingers on their knees as they wait for Barbara to come out and ask for their opinion. Their mind slowly wanders back to the paper from the previous night.

While on the drive to the mall, (Name) searches up the addresses the people were taken at and they find out all of the addresses is in the same neighborhood the (LastName)s just moved into.

Barbara pulls open the curtain of her changing room as she steps out in a matching pair of dark lavender undergarments.

"So, how do these look?" Barbara asks as she does a little spin to show it off.

"Uh..." (Name) takes a few moments to process Barbara's words before responding, "I like the color; I think it suits you well," They softly smile.

"You think?" Barbara looks down at the clothes she's wearing and tries to see if she agrees with (Name)'s opinion. She nods and smiles at them, "I agree. They are also really comfortable to wear; it's like you don't even notice them," She does another small spin before walking back into the changing room.

While Barbara is changing, (Name) takes out their phone and pulls up the maps app on their phone.

"What else do these addresses have in common...?" (Name) mutters under their breath.

Unfortunately, due to (Name)'s lack in knowledge of the area, they weren't able to find any more information about it.

Barbara comes back out fully dressed with the undergarments in hand, "Are you ready to head out?"

(Name)'s gaze snaps back up to Barbara and slips their phone back into their pocket, "You're only getting one? I thought you would buy more."

Barbara waves them off and says, "I wouldn't want to bore you too long," They gently grab (Name)'s arm and pull them up.

Barbara pays for the clothes and the two walk out of Victoria's Secret.

"Is there anything else you want to buy?" She asks while scanning the surrounding area.

(Name) shakes their head, "Nah, just the Halloween mask," They look around, "I thought Halloween was banned in Gotham."

"It's still in the process of being banned," Barbara answers before dragging (Name) with her toward the food court.

That information surprises them a little since the announcement of Halloween being banned in Gotham came out two years ago.

The two walk in silence for a while; both not knowing what to say at the moment.

Barbara was the one to break the silence by clearing her throat, "So.... Uh..." She looks over at (Name), "It must've been scary being kidnapped."

(Name) can tell that Barbara mentally face palmed herself for asking a question like that.

Instead of furthering any embarrassment Barbara may have received, (Name) decides to just casually answer it, "Yeah, it was definitely an experience. I was lucky Robin came in and rescued me."

"Pretty cool to meet a vigilante, right?" Barbara asks with a smile on her face, "Did you know he is the second Robin?"

They shake their head, "I didn't know there was a first Robin..." They mumbled. They go quiet again and then ask, "Do you think I'll meet him again?"

"Let's just hope you don't," Barbara answers and that was the end of their conversation.

~[Night]~

(Name) Was currently lying down on a pile of boxes in their room and scrolling through their phone about the names of the people on the list.

So far in their investigation, nothing important was coming up.

(Name) softly groans, "Why am I even bothering with any of this?" They turn their phone off and place it into their pocket, "The police didn't find the paper..."

Earlier, (Name) received a reply from Commissioner Gordon about the paper with the names and addresses but any sign of the paper existing was gone. (Name)'s phone has been acting up lately and can't send any videos or photos to anyone.

A soft bang was heard on the fire escape outside their window.

They immediately shoot up and look out the window. There, they see Robin sitting on the railing.

"What are the chances...?" (Name) mumbles under their breath.

They stand up and walk over to the window. They quietly open it and step out.

Robin looks over his shoulder at them. He seems surprised to see them, "(Name)? What are you doing here?"

"I can ask you the same thing," (Name) leans their elbows on the railing next to Robin, "This is my room."

"Oh..." Robin's voice trails off as he looks out toward the neighborhood, "How are you feeling? Still shaken up?"

"Driving myself crazy."

Robin's gaze quickly moves back to (Name), "Crazy? With what?"

"With this," (Name) takes their phone out and pulls up the images of the paper. They hand the phone over to Robin.

His eyes scan over the first image, "These are the names of the people who've been kidnapped."

"I thought so."

Robin swipes to the next image, "And these addresses are around here."

"A quick search answered that one for me."

"Where did you get these images?" Robin hands the phone back to (Name).

"It was at that place," (Name) puts their phone back into their pocket, "But sadly, the paper was stolen and the police don't know what's on it."

"You have Commissioner Gordon's number, right? Why don't you just send it to him?" Robin asks.

"First," (Name) glances over at Robin, "I'm not going to ask how you know that. And second, my phone is being dumb and can't send any images and videos."

Robin takes a deep breath and nods his head, "Yeah... That doesn't help..." His eyes looks forward again toward the quiet neighborhood, "This place is the complete opposite of Crime Alley."

This captures (Name)'s attention, "Crime Alley?"

Robin nods his head, "Yeah. The place used to be called Park Row before being dubbed Crime Alley," His gaze moves to (Name), "Like the name suggests, the place is full of crime. But here," He waves his hand out toward the neighborhood like he was showing it off to them, "it's one of the safest areas in Gotham City. No wonder the families of the missing people report their disappearances so late."

The conversation continues to get even more interesting to (Name), "Do you think that's why the kidnappers target this place?"

Robin takes a few moments to process the information before answering, "Possibly," He looks out, "This whole case is a little weird," He softly smirks as his voice takes on a more playful tone, "And I'm saying that like I don't fight a human crocodile and and plants monsters while dressed in bright colors."

(Name) lets out a huff of amusement before asking, "Are you gonna report all this to Batman?"

Robin shakes his head, "No. I'm doing the missing people's case alone."

"Why are you doing it by yourself?" (Name) asks.

"Batman has been stretched thin with all these different crimes happening basically all at once," Robin explains, "Crime in this city isn't unusual, but how much that's happening right now is unusual."

"Yeah..." (Name) fold their arms on the railing and rest their chin on them, "You mentioned that before and some officers were talking about it..."

The two stand there in silence and take in the Gotham night air. (Name)'s eyes look skyward as some thoughts run through their mind like why was the night sky red and if there was any way to help Robin.

"Hey," (Name) finally breaks the silence, "You can say no to this but what if I help you in the case." They focus their gaze on Robin again.

He seems surprised to be asked that question as he stammers out, "You want to help me?" He narrows his eyes at them, "Why?"

"Well," They take a few moments to think before continuing, "because I'm a nobody in Gotham, I could sneak around getting information unnoticed in the daytime," They explain.

Robin looks off as he thinks about it for a moment, "You could still get hurt...."

(Name) places their hand on his forearm, "That's why I'm going to need you. You can protect me and even teach me how to fight."

Robin rubs the back of his neck, "I don't know..."

"If you don't want me to help then that's fine, just keep me updated."

Robin mumbles to himself to come up with the best scenario.

After some more mumbling, Robin looks back up at (Name) and says, "Maybe it would be better for you to help. And as you said, I would be there to protect you and I can teach you how to properly fight."

"So, is that your final answer?" (Name) asks as they lean in a little closer.

Robin nods, "Yeah it is," He takes a phone out of his pocket, "This is a burner phone made by Batman," He holds his hand out, "We can communicate through this."

(Name) places their phone in his hand. They watch Robin set everything up on both phones before handing theirs back.

They look at the contact saved on their phone.

John Doe

"You know, this is more suspicious than just putting Robin," (Name) comments with a teasing smile on their face.

Robin rolls his eyes and gently pushes (Name), "Shut up, I can't give you my real name for Batman reasons," He crosses his arms and looks away.

A snort of amusement escapes from (Name) as they lean back, "'Batman reasons'? Really? Is that the best you can come up with?"

He whips his head back around and glares at them, "What did you want me to say?"

They hold their hands up in mock defense, "Nah, it's cool. You have your 'Batman reasons' and I don't need to know the nitty gritty."

Robin looks them over for a moment then flicks their forehead.

(Name) rubs their forehead, "What was that for?" They narrow their eyes right back at him.

A mischievous smile slowly grows on his face before he says, "Batman reasons."

They did a small fake laugh and then grumble, "I'm gonna punch you later..."

He lets out a boyish chuckle before pulling something out of his pocket, "Here," He opens his hand to show a little Bat symbol button.

(Name) grabs the small item and examine it, "What's this?"

Robin points at device, "If you're ever in trouble then press that button and I'll come running."

They look up at him and softly smiles, "Thanks, Robin, I appreciate it."

Robin smiles too, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"See ya."

Robin grabs his grapple gun from his utility belt and then flies off into the night sky.

09/05/2022 (Night)

Robin and (Name) were standing on the rooftop of a random building in the Safe Zone, which the two made the decision to name the safest area of Gotham. As the two wait for something to happen, Robin thought it was a good idea to use this time to train (Name) how to properly fight.

"Do you think the person kidnapping civilians is going to strike tonight?" (Name) asks as they throw out a punch.

Robin holds the soft mat in front of his chest to catch every hit, "Since the last one was a failure, they might try again soon."

"Soooo..." They punch the mat again, "Why did you choose this location?" And another punch.

"I used the other addresses as points and this location was where all the points meet," Robin explains with a slight shrug like it was no big deal.

"That's pretty smart..." (Name) mumbles and punches the mat as hard as they can.

The two continue to train together when all of a sudden they heard someone swear.

Both of their heads whip around in the direction of the commotion before running over to the edge of the rooftop. There, they see a few guys dressed in sweatshirts, beanies, jeans, and boots, like they were preparing for winter, transporting an expensive-looking machine onto a truck. Ice surrounded the open garage door.

(Name) leans farther off the ledge to get a closer look, "What is that?" They whisper and almost fall off the roof.

Robin quickly catches them and settles them on their feet, "I don't know and it obviously doesn't belong to them," He looked over at me, "You stay here and watch."

They nod their head, "No complaints from me," (Name) takes out the rabbit mask they bought from the bag they brought along and puts it on to conceal their identity.

He looks them over one last time before silently leaping off the rooftop.

(Name) sits down on the ledge to watch Robin sneak closer to the criminals.

Robin creeps up to a guy smoking a cigarette. The man seems to be absorbed in his thoughts while lazily scanning the area around them.

Robin jumps onto the guy's back and starts choking him. The man struggles to rip Robin off his back and eventually passes out.

Robin drags the man into a small hiding spot before continuing to sneak closer to the open garage door.

(Name) takes a small deep breath before letting it out. They were able to see their breath, "It's cold...?" They mumble under their breath.

"You shouldn't be out here, little bunny," A heavily modulated voice says from behind (Name).

Their shoulders tense up and the man's icy voice sends chills down their spine. They quickly stand up and face the man.

The man was wearing a heavily armored suit, a glass dome over his head, goggles over his eyes with striking red glass, in his hands was an ice gun, and the man's skin was blue and his lips were a tint of purple.

(Name) holds their hands up, "You must be Mr. Freeze, huh?" Their eyes look him up and down, "You're a lot more blue than I thought..."

Mr. Freeze aims the gun at them, "Are you with Batman?"

"Uh... I..." (Name) didn't know what to say in this situation. They weren't exactly with Batman but in a way they kinda are. Their eyes dart all over the place for something, anything, to help them.

The thing that distracted Mr. Freeze from (Name) was the sound of his men fighting with Robin down below.

"No!" Mr. Freeze walks over to the ledge, "Don't let him get in our way!"

Taking this small moment of distraction, (Name) quickly jumps down the fire escape as fast as they can to the ground. They look up and see Mr. Freeze following them.

They run off toward a close by alley next to the open garage door for somewhere to hide. While trying to make it there, one of the goons fighting Robin was pushed into (Name) and causing them both to fall to the ground.

The guy clutches his side and groans in pain. They push him off and get up, but before they can run again, the guy grabs their ankle.

Looking down at him, (Name) shakes his hand off of them and then promptly kicks them in the side of the head to knock them out.

They notice Mr. Freeze aiming his ice gun at them and fires. (Name) quickly ducks as the ice blast flies over their head.

They stand up again only to duck once more as a metal pipe comes swinging over their head. They grab the man with the metal pipe and flings him into the ice behind them.

"What are you doing here?" Robin calls out to (Name) as he dodges a punch.

(Name) points at Mr. Freeze walking closer to them and Robin immediately understands.

The man with the metal pipe comes swinging again. The metal pipe gets in contact with the ice and causes it to start to crack.

An ice, cold hand grabs the back of (Name)'s collar and tugs them back. They struggle to tear their jacket away from Mr. Freeze's grasp.

"Mr. Freeze!" Robin yells, "I'm using that stupid fish bowl of yours as a snow globe!" He appears out of nowhere and kicks Mr. Freeze away from (Name).

A small locket falls out of Mr. Freeze's pocket and lands next to the cracking ice chunk.

Two guys grab Robin and drag him off when the ice finally snaps.

A look of fear crosses Mr. Freeze's face when he notices the giant ice falling onto the locket.

With quick reflexes, (Name) scoops the locket up and saves it just before the ice could destroy it.

"You..." Mr. Freeze hesitates for a few seconds before continuing, "You saved the locket? Why would you when it means nothing to you?"

(Name) shrugs as she looks down at the locket, "Well... It means something to you so it's worth saving," She looks up at Mr. Freeze and hold it out for him.

Mr. Freeze takes the locket and holds it close to his chest, "I appreciate it; even if I don't fully understand your reasoning," He opens the locket and admires the picture inside, "Oh, Nora..." He softly smiles.

"Nora? Is she your wife or something?" (Name) asks, hoping that continuing the conversation won't have him remember that they are in the middle of a fight.

Mr. Freeze nods, "Yes, but a terminal illness keeps us apart..." His hand clutches the locket a little tighter.

"So..." (Name) looks around the crime scene, "You're doing all this for her?" Her gaze moves back to his, "It's really romantic when you think about it."

Mr. Freeze studies (Name) for a few moments and then asks, "Who are you?"

(Name) didn't know how to answer that question. Obviously, she couldn't give out her real name but what was she supposed to respond with?

They shrug their shoulders and stuff their hands into their jacket pockets, "I'm just a nobody trying to find out about what's going on with in Gotham."

"A lot is happening," Mr. Freeze says as he carefully places the locket back into his pocket, "Multiple crimes happening at once and it's all to cover up one little crime."

(Name) furrows their eyebrows together, "Covering up a crime? What crime?"

"The missing people's case."

Their eyes go wide at the revelation of that case being at the center of it all, "Is there anything you can tell me about that case?" They take their phone out to write down his next words.

"Every criminal in Gotham is jumping at the chance to commit random, petty crimes for cash or fun but there are four who are remaining silent," Mr. Freeze says, "Those being: The Penguin, Two-Face, The Joker, and Black Mask."

Their fingers quickly type out the four suspects and a bright smile appears on their face. They look up at Mr. Freeze, "Thank you so much for the information! You have no idea how much that helps."

Mr. Freeze just simply nods his head as a response.

(Name) puts their phone away and stands there awkwardly for a few minutes before deciding to go look for Robin.

As they were walking off, they heard Mr. Freeze's voice says, "You may think of yourself as a nobody but I think You'll become a somebody in the future."

Before (Name) could get any father, Robin runs back, "Hey! You okay?" He looks them over before glaring at Mr. Freeze.

(Name) waves off his concerns, "I'm fine; what about you?"

Robin doesn't answer as he walks over to Mr. Freeze, "I'm taking you in, Freeze."

Mr. Freeze holds his wrists out for Robin.

Robin stops on the spot at the sight, "You're... giving yourself up?"

"Don't think I will do this next, Boy Wonder."

Robin quickly handcuffs Mr. Freeze and call in for the GCPD to come take him in.

--

The two teens stand on the rooftop and look over the city together.

"Well..." Robin sighs, "I think we missed our chance to catch the kidnappers," He crosses his arms, "That is if any happened today..."

(Name) takes out their phone, "It wasn't all bad," They pull up the list of suspects, "Mr. Freeze did tell me something valuable," They show the list to Robin.

Robin takes their phone and looks the list over. He softly chuckles and looks at them, "And yet again, you've managed to get great information," He hands the phone back, "Good work..." His voice trails off, "what should we call you? Bunny because of your mask?"

"That'll do," (Name) says as they take back their phone, "Back to the case at hand, it seems we're starting off with Penguin tomorrow."

"And school is starting tomorrow as well," Robin points out, "Try to get as much sleep as you can during the day. Now come on," He grabs his grappling hook from his utility belt, "I'll take you home."

(Name) softly smiles and holds onto Robin.

[dreamtydraw]

In honor of Derek's birthday being yesterday -- can we hear about Cerise & Derek?

*inhale* DEREK MY BOI I FAILED U I FORGOT TO DRAW SOMETHING FOR YOUR BIRDYYYYY NAAAAAAAAAUR

*stop sobbing* WELL THE LOVERBIRDS-

I made a post once with tons of fun facts and like, a sort of large plan on how they must have liked each other when they were young (here)

But now let’s focus on some details of their actual show of affection.

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Cerise is a hugging person, when she doesn’t talk she compensates with physical touch if comfortable enough and Derek is the first victim.

Holding hand, hugs, cuddling, arm pat, hair brushing you name it.

-Despite being taller in step 2, Cerise constantly hides behind him. (She asked for no pickle), which lead to comicly absurd situation where Derek try to be the brave one and cerise just look behind him.

This doesn’t work anymore in step 4, not only he’s now taller but also bigger, and she dosen’t need to try to be hidden now.

Despite not having seen each other in a while, some habits come back fast, and here goes holding hands again.

Right at the bus station, after she ran out to hug him tightly, they walked hand in hand as if 5 years didn’t stand between them.

-Cerise is scared of heights to the point she doesn’t go on the balcony but still hops on the Ferris to have a moment with derek.

-Early bird vs needs 30 min to wake up.

Derek is all « rise and shine, wake up sleepy head the earth says hello :D » type of person. He had time to go to the gym, go grocery shopping, take a shower, and make breakfast, Cerise woke up 10 min ago and her brain was loading it’s function on the sofa, she needed 20 more minutes.

The first night they spend in the same bed Derek wakes up early as always and here goes the hardest morning he ever had: don’t wake up the orange cat sharing your bed.

-They both have different dinner to go with each other which mean they are both in the kitchen at the same and it offers some sweet moments.

-lazy game nights where they just replay games they used to play when they were 13.

-Idk if you see the Reddit post about a guy leveling up his gf catching ability by tossing her random stuff constantly, derek would do that

-They celebrate the small victory of figuring out their life. Did your portfolio get accepted? Going out eating with the family.

-The ultimate siblings reunion- Liz takes her role as the oldest very seriously