#i flipped through redhood: lost days and had thoughts

[ruhrohherewego]

i think people try REALLY hard to justify jason’s actions and views regarding bruce’s refusal to kill joker, but i think in turn that waters down jason’s character a little.

bc like, expecting someone to kill the person who killed you would be considered excessive by most standards, even if that person is perfectly capable of doing it. and with bruce—who’s trauma is informed by the act of murder—is not going to look at the context of ANY type of murder and think it’s okay. his morals in that regard are black and white.

jason is of course entitled to his anger towards bruce and his trauma. and THATS THE THING!!! trauma twisted jason’s worldview. it twisted how he viewed what happened to him. he is right for wanting the joker dead, but he’s not right for expecting bruce, who’s also traumatized by what happened, to be the one to kill joker. and that makes him interesting. that gives jason depth—because no character should always be 100% right in their convictions ALL the time.

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Let it be.

Fandom: Marvel / MCU

Summary: Sometimes a song can say things your voice can’t.

Pairing: Bucky Barns x Reader

Notes: PURE FLUFF

I just needed to write something, escape from the craziness of my job. It’s close to another idea I have… but I’m trying to get over myself and my need to make everything I write creative and out of the box. It’s ok to love a trope and write it a million times in slightly different ways…

Right?

(Have I written anything with Bucky yet?)

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“Well hello, farmer” you fought back a smile as you walked up to Bucky. You weren’t going to lie, he looked good. More relaxed, happier. Every day seemed better, you saw more and more of the man you assumed he once was.

Glancing over his charts that Shuri had given you once more you put them back in your box before pulling out the tools you would need for his arm’s tune up.

You had been a S.H.I.E.L.D scientist. The proper word being had been. Leaving that life behind after hydra and then the civil war you had helped Steve find his friend Bucky and ended up staying in Wakanda to help with his development.

After all, it wasn’t like you could go back.

Or wanted too.

The breeze was cool on your skin giving you goosebumps as you knelt down next to Bucky to start your work.

Or maybe it was nerves.

Those had been cropping up a lot lately.

Like -at the moment- how his smile kind of made your heart annoyingly beat a just little faster.

Only just.

“Where’s the little one.”

You bit your bottom lip trying again (and failing) not to smile. Really girl? You had several masters and you were here blushing like a flipping grade school girl. “She’s a little consumed with upgrades for her brother’s suit.

“Ahhh” he nodded as he watched you from his seat on the bench outside his tent, “she’s a funny one, that kid.”

“Yeah” you agreed fondly. This past year had been amazing working in Wakanda. Not only learning about all the advanced technology and working with Shuri on new ways to use it but also…

“Hello, earth to Y/N” Bucky’s voice cutting into your thoughts. You looked up your gaze meetings yours. His clear blue eyes so close as he watched you work on his new arm. “Where did you go?” he asked studying your face.

“Just thinking,” you said glancing back down at his arm, “Just about how grateful I am to be here.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded pulling out a few more tools from your box before going back to work, “it’s so advanced here… scientifically speaking, yet so…” you paused for a moment looking over at Bucky’s small home overlooking the beautiful lake. The sun reflecting off the water throwing small rainbows of color. “Peaceful.”

“Yeah” he nodded but his gaze wasn’t on the beautiful view, it was on you. That gentle smile that always seemed to play on your lips. The way you would scrunch your brow when you were focused or lost in through. The sound of your humming some tune (normally something he didn’t recognize) when you were working on something you loved or were just happy.

Kind of like at this moment only…

“Hey, I recognize that song.”

“Oh” you felt your face heat up as you realized your mistake. But it was too late to cover it up now, he had already caught on there was more to the song then just being stuck in your head.

“What?”

“I just…” you looked away fumbling with your tools.

“Oh, now you have to tell me.” he nudged you a playful smile on his lips eyes bright. He had found it, something that cracked you. He had been looking for it. That thing that would catch you off balance.

Little did he know his every existence was starting to do that to you.

“Don’t laugh ok?”

“Never,” even with that serious face you couldn’t help but see that twinkle of mischief in his eye. You wondered for a moment what kind of man he had been. Back in the ’40s before… all this.

“Well, I got to thinking last night how you haven't really listened to music since the ’40s and that kind of sent me down a rabbit hole of music from that time. Honestly, it’s crazy to think about, things like you missed stuff like Elvis, the Beetles, and Queen.”

He laughed soft and light and you weren’t sure if you were about to die of embarrassment or just joy at the sound. “I guess you’ll just have to teach me.”

“Man that’s a TALL order, I wouldn't even know where to start. I have a masters in biology and technology not the history of music.”

“Well what songs do you like to dance too?” he asked, you had long finished your adjustments and were not just sitting there feeling light and slightly flustered. Pulling out your phone you scrolled on Spotify trying to find a good playlist.

“Guess we could just start with the 50’s” you said clicking on Jailhouse rock, “This is the king himself, Elvis.”

Bucky nodded to the music, “This is cool.” standing up he held out his hand you eyed it warily, “This is kind of a swing...”

“Which I can do,”

“And I can’t.” you countered still taking his hand regardless of his hesitation. S.H.E.I.L.D may have taught you many things but dancing wasn’t one of them.

“Good thing I’m an amazing lead,” he said as he started to twist his hips you following his movements, the energy infectious. Soon you were both laughing and breathless as he swung you around to Hard Headed Woman.

“Now this one is about you.” he laughed as he spun you around.

“Well excuse me!” you said breathless and flushed as you pulled out your phone clicking on Respect by Aretha Franklin while singing out the words taking a few steps away from him giving him the full attitude that only Aretha could invoke.

“Where did this girl come from!?” Bucky asked bursting out laughing.

“She comes out with the right song.”

“What about a slow one?” Bucky said trying to take your phone, “Pick a slower one.”

“Hummm, well we haven’t done The Beatles,” you said clicking on Here comes the Sun.

“This really isn’t that slow.”

“Excuse me, this is one of their best…” you cut yourself with just one look from Bucky switching to Let it be. “I mean they are all good.” as the piano started to play Bucky paused listening to the tempo for a moment before nodding approvingly taking your hands again.

“Buck…”

“Shhhh”  

Both of you slowly danced around the camp, it was in that moment that you noticed that it sun had been slowly fading into the horizon. Ok, there was no way he had planned this. The way the electric guitar played from your phone as the two of you danced under bright amber and soft purple hues that were reflected over the pond.

Bucky’s soft crystal blue eyes looking down at you seemed to reflect the lights around him making him look even more unworldly than he normally did. It was captivating, sweeping you away from this world onto another plane. Somewhere else where only the two of you existed. You couldn’t look away, you didn’t want to.

Whisper words of wisdom… let it be.

As the song faded Bucky gently dipped you his strong arms holding you as you couldn’t help but smile letting out a soft giggle wrapped up in the magic of the moment.

“Let it be” you heard Bucky whisper the last phrase to himself before pulling you forward closer to him than you had ever been. Your hands pressed against his chest feeling his toned muscles under the thin fabric of his shirt. You could bearly breath, scared any sudden moments would break this spell and you would find yourself back running from Hydra or stuck in the small town you had lived in before S.H.I.E.L.D, or anywhere but here.

Anywhere but in the arms, on the man, you were desperately crushing on.

It was like a magnetic pull. You weren’t really sure who had started it but gently you both met. Lips gently kissing sending sparks through your body as the tender embrace. Caught in a moment. Swept up by the magic of the lights around you and the sounds of the music still playing on your phone as it switched to Hey Jude.

Hey Jude, don't make it bad

Take a sad song and make it better

Remember to let her into your heart

Caught up in the moment as you both melted into hidden feelings that had been building for god knows how long. Maybe before you both had even met. With all the craziness of your lives, you wouldn't be surprised.

Both of you pulling together by a fate that couldn’t be controlled. Moving in time but no longer to the tune of the music.

It was like ice water washing over you as Bucky’s metal arm brushed your bare skin just under your shirt. It pulled you out of your daze and sent goosebumps over your skin.

Pulling away for a moment with a gasp you felt yourself plummet back to reality. To this earth.

The sun had set and the moon shone brightly as the stars started to twinkle above.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky said pulling his hand away, fear written all over his face. “Did I hurt you… I…” you winced as you watched him unconsciously try and cover his metal arm. The pain on his face evident.

Gently you reached out pulling his mechanical arm bringing his hand to your face before kissing it.

“Don’t be,” you said your eyes never leaving his. “Never apologize, you can touch me however you want.” your voice husky as you kissed his hand again. His breath hitched in his throat as he watched you.

“Oh doll you have no idea how long I have wanted to hear you say that,” he said before pulling you toward himself again. This time his kiss was rough, needy, but just as all-consuming. You kissed him back with just as much intensity, hands roaming his body going places you had never dared before but had wanted to for oh so long.

With one swoop of his arm, he pulled you up. You let out a soft squeak as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Your phone was along forgotten as he pulled you toward his tent both of you about to make some music of your own.

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Graffiti on the Wall

Fandom: DC / Batfam

Summary: Song Fic based on Graffiti by Chvrches

Pairing: Tim Drake X OC

Notes: Yes I have requested but I needed something to break the writer’s block I was having. This song came on the radio at work and I was like “I want to write a fic based on that song” then I asked @royslittleharper  @the-shadow-of-atlantis @coffee-randomness and we were all like Jason!

Then I changed my mind on the ride home.

So sorry no Jason tonight. He should be back very soon seeing as I have three requests for him.

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I'm writing to ask you; did you achieve all you wanted to do? Before we were dragged up, something was different and nothing was new How did you see me?

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Faith paused on the rooftop, the darkness of the city enveloping her as she looked down at the street below. One lonely flickering streetlight cast it’s weak light across the wall behind it. It’s golden light dancing across the faded words etched across brick.

Our Guardian Angel.

She landed gracefully onto the street right below her. Two steps and she was in front of the large Graffiti painting. Fingers danced over the bright yellow lettering caught up in her own thoughts.

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We didn't know what we wanted to be When did we move on? I didn't feel it, nobody told me

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“What are you doing here?”

Tim smiled turning to see Faith behind him, adorned in her ripped jeans and bright yellow beanie. Arms folded over her chest eyes narrow, studying him. She was so different out here in the heart of Gotham than when she was dancing in Bruce’s mansion.

There she was so graceful, so lost in her own world, so focused on something beyond those mirrored walls.

Here she was so relaxed, so alert to the world around her, so present.

This was her home.

In the slums of Gotham, a place no one wanted to call home.

This place had reached out and called to her. Embracing her with its broken arms.

“Just enjoying the view,” he said taking a step back motioning to the wall below. She joined him standing next to him looking down. In the dim alleyway, a few city street lights illuminated “Our Guardian Angel”. Scrolled in bright yellow paint the words were outlined in blue. Large wings were painted around the words feathers floating around as if swept up by a gentle breeze. A small girl sat in on a plush cloud looking down at a city below, a large smile on her face that matched the one on her yellow beanie.

“I think they like you… Guardian Angel”

“Guardian Angel, I like it.” she let out a loud laugh her whole face breaking out into a smile. Tim couldn’t help but smile along with her, realizing with a small pang in the few months he had known this newly orphaned girl she had never laughed like that before. It was loud and deep. Seeming to envelop her lighting her up so it seemed like she was glowing. It was a very nice sound.

“So…” she said turning to him, “Where is your Robin wall? Since this is how every masked vigilante gets their name.”

“Masked? Hey you only have that mask because of me”

She paused studying him for a moment, lost in her own thoughts. As if for the first time really taking him in. “Very True” she whispered, more to herself than him.

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Standing in street lights, we didn't know wrong, didn't know right Making a mess and running in circles, getting in fights

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“Heads or Tails?”

Tim looked up, pure fear in his eyes as he tried to fight the pain through his broken leg. Tried to move before Two-Face flipped his coin.

“Ohhh bad luck”

“AHH!!”

Two-Face gasped as a brick flew into his face. Stumbling back he turned a moment too late as Faith’s small frame tackled him causing the already unbalanced man to fall. Two punches to the face the second rending a sicking crack before she was flung off him.

Both sat up for a moment size each other up. Faith’s beanie laying a few feet away hair falling in tangled layers around her shoulders.

Two-Face quickly stood looking for his gun while Faith lunged at him again. This time for his knee punching forward, the bone bending unnaturally backward. He fell again with a cry getting another blow to the head.

“Stop stop!” he begged as he covered his head.

Faith stood over him body tense fist high ready to strike again. She almost did too but was stopped by Tim.

“It’s done”

“Are you ok?” Faith asked concern suddenly washing over her face as she looked over his broken own. She had almost been too late

 Tim nodded toward the door as he saw Batman coming into view. Taking Faith’s still clenched fist Tim pulled her away from the scene. He could never quite used to her street style of fighting. His eyes 

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We were just kids then, we didn't know how and didn't know when Taking our chances, calling it off and starting again

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“Are you ok?” Tim asked gasping for breath from running the length of the Young Justice Base. Faith looked up at him flashing him a wide toothy grin. Or it would have been a toothy grin if she wasn’t missing her two front teeth.

“Super good, and look now I can whistle” Faith let out a few wobbly notes causing Tim to shake his head suddenly feeling all the fears he had when she ran off dissipating. Those fears being replaced by pure exsaustion. 

“You can’t just jump into danger like that, something really bad could have happened” he mumbled taking a seat next to her hospital bed. The smile slowly faded from Faith’s face as he spoke.

“But Plastic-girl was in trouble, she’s my best friend I couldn’t just leave her.” she kicked her feet back and forth as she spoke, “I don’t leave you guys behind.”

Tim blinked realizing what she meant. All those times she had jumped head first into a fight. It wasn’t because that's how she fought all her battles. It was just how she fought the ones he was in.

“Hey, Faith…”

“OH M GEEEE” The recently saved red-haired girl came running into the hospital room cutting Tim off.  Almost tackling Faith, Plastic-girl was stopped by her blonde friend who had been kiddnapped with her.

“Careful Plastic-girl, your friend is hurt.”   

“No way, I’m so good!” Faith sang, her feet swinging just a little harder as if to prove this point.

“Oh, well” the boy, Plastic-girl had called Sparks, said leaning against the table wincing slightly. Tim assumed probably a bruised rib from the escape. “When they let you out of here want to get coffee or something?”

“She doesn’t like coffee.” Tim’s voice spoke on its own, Faith and Sparks turning to him for a moment.

“Hot Chocolate?” Faith said flashing the blonde boy a smile, “Coffee makes me hyper… or more hyper.”

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We wrote our names along the bathroom walls Graffitiing our hearts across the stalls I've been waiting for my whole life to grow old

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“I love you Steph… ok”

Faith’s fingers balled up into a fist. A fist that landed on the large graffiti in front of her. His last words. Ecoing in her brain as she ran, ran as far away as she could. Maybe if she ran fast enough he would come back. Maybe she would wake up.

It was too soon.

They had so much time. So much of their lives to live.

She was supposed to have so much more time with him.

Looking up at the large painting of her name, her acceptance. Her wall.

She had always liked to pretend he had done it for her. She knew he hadn't, but sometimes when she was alone she liked to sit on the rooftop above it and remember that day,

The day she fell in love with the boy who had shown her who she could be one day.

A day she knew she had time for.

A day she thought she had time for.

A day she had just lost.

She couldn’t help but let out a choked laugh as the tears fell down her face. She had been killing time, this whole time she had just always assumed he would be there. Pointing out the wonders of the world. That he would be by her side. Taking all the time they needed.

And now he never would be again.

Shaking the spray can she raised it working quickly. Moving fast.

Because now she knew, there was no more time. No more waiting for him and her to go on one more adventure. No more waiting until the right moment to admit that maybe there was something more. No more waiting to grow into who they were suposed to be. 

No more anything.

Taking a step back she looked at her work wiping tears from her eyes with the back of her hand.

ROBIN in brilliant red stood in front of her. His name in flickering street lights honoring him forever. Next to her name like it should be. Together forever etched in stone.

Because they never would be in the flesh

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Time to kill Was always an illusion Time stood still And now we never will, never will

We Never Will

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