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bettyfrommars · 11 months ago

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Death Becomes Us

Part 8: Warm Hands, Frozen Hearts

vampire!eddie x supernatural!reader

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18+Only, werewolf!steve, allusions to smut, allusions to devious deeds, mention of addiction, mention of drinking blood, angst, waitress!erica, Bob Newby lives, Chief Hopper sighting, as well as another glimpse of vampire!max.

summary: you go on your "just friends" date with werewolf!steve, but meanwhile, Eddie makes a bold decision and things heat up between the two of you. Jareth's interest in you grows stronger, as does his determination to find out exactly who/what you are as everything begins to come to a head.

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author's note: for the sake of this story, Jareth is meant to be a cross between Jamie Campbell Bower and Eric Northman from True Blood. As a little reminder, The Upside Down exists in this story, but not the same way it does in ST. All of the ST characters in this do not know each other in the same way they do in the show. But, Steve and Robin are friends, because, well, always.

Fanger: derogatory slang for Vampire

Previous Chapter here

One week earlier

Steve was summoned to visit Sacrament in the Upside Down, and he should have gone with a few of his brothers in the pack but decided he didn't want company. He snuck out there through the portal in the woods in his hulking wolf form at first, to sniff the place out, noting the high number of vampires and demobats circling overhead.

He came back the next night in his truck, through the bridge, and was told to ask for Craven at the bar.

Craven sniffed the air and snarled when Steve walked up, and Steve returned the gesture, curling his top lip to show that he had sharp teeth too. Werewolves were very strong—supernaturally so—but they were not immortal like vampires, and so it was always wise to operate around bloodsuckers with a measure of caution.

“I’m here to see Jareth,” Steve shouted over the synth music, squeezing in between two scantily clad human women.

Steve was dressed like he’d just come from chopping wood in the mountains in a plaid button-down and jeans, and a wholesome curl of dark hair that bounced over his forehead. Craven, on the other hand, was tattooed from neck to hands, wearing a wife beater that fit tight around his muscles and slicked back hair that was a bit greasy, but in a sexual way.

“No one sees Jareth without an invitation,” Craven said smugly, throwing a rag over his shoulder to brace his hands in front of him.

Steve gave a wry smile. “You think I’d come here just to shoot the breeze with you Fangers? He knows I’m coming.”

Craven clicked his tongue disapprovingly and went to grab the phone on the wall above the cash register, but in the blink of an eye, Jareth was already standing there, right next to Steve. He must have watched him come in on one of the cameras mounted on the ceiling. Steve moved back, out of surprise, but then he stepped forward again, meeting blonde, vampire Jareth eye to eye, letting him know he wasn’t afraid.

Steve really wasn’t afraid; his alpha ego was too big for that. Sure, he knew there was a chance that an older vampire might best him in the end, but he’d get the fight of his life.

“Whatever he wants, it’s on the house,” Jareth told Craven, all while never taking his eyes off his guest.

Steve declined a beverage and followed in Jareth’s wake through the sea of people moving to the music under the blue lighting.

Back in the simple black and cream decor of his office, Jareth found his firey assistant Maxine sitting behind his desk and he waved her out.

“Oh? You didn’t tell me we were adopting a pound puppy,” she teased with a deadpan delivery, keeping a bored expression on her face.

Steve knew they’d be taking cheap shots at him, he’d prepared himself for it.

“Get out, Maxine,” Jareth said impatiently. “I need to have a word with our lycanthrope friend here.”

She obeyed, slinking out the door in her skin tight latex dress and platform heels, smacking her glossy lips in Steve’s face as she went.

Jareth was in all black with a slim leather jacket on that looked like it had been tailored just for him. He perched at the front of the desk, crossing his booted feet at the ankles, and folded his arms over his chest.

“Take a seat,” he told Steve.

Steve glanced down at the chair in front of Jareth. “I’ll stand, thanks. What is this about?”

“You really don’t know why I’ve asked you here?” Jareth’s face looked like it was carved out of stone. “Do you need a hint?”

For the first time, Steve broke eye contact. “I don’t have any news about the girl.”

Jareth tilted his head back, so that he was looking down his nose at the visitor. “You’ve been keeping an eye on her, like I asked?”

Steve gave a tight nod.

The truth was that Steve hadn’t accidentally bumped into you at the bookstore that day two months ago; he knew where you would be and he’d sought you out. His pack were in league with what some would consider “vampire royalty” and they made a lot of money doing jobs for them.

At first, he started looking out for you because Jareth told him too. But after around the third week, he realized he was protecting you because he cared about you. He didn’t trust anyone from the pack to watch your trailer after dark, so he did it himself. There were a few nights when he swore you’d looked out from your kitchen window and saw him: two red eyes glowing in his honey brown fur.

“What’s your interest in her?” Steve chanced, knowing full well that Jareth would not answer it if he didn’t want to.

“She says she’s human, but I don’t believe her,” Jareth raised an eyebrow. “There’s something else going on with that one, and until I find out, I don’t want any harm to come to her.”

You weren’t human, Steve knew that from the first smell. You were part human, part something else, as if your blood were filled with static from a television.

“I asked you here because I need you to get closer to her, to see if you can find out anything more about her…condition.”

Steve didn’t like this anymore, he felt like he was being dishonest to you, and that one day you’d find out he was hired to watch you instead of being the avid science fiction lover he’d claimed to be. Every time he interacted with you lately, he wanted to mention it, but he couldn’t figure a casual way to say, “hey, I’m being paid to watch you, I sleep in the woods outside your trailer a few nights a week, but I’m starting to have feelings, and was wondering if you were free for dinner?”

Steve pulled his shoulder’s back, puffing his chest out a bit. “If you want to know more about what she is, why don’t you just ask her, man? What’s with all the cloak and dagger?”

Jareth pushed off the desk and walked over to look at a piece of abstract splatter art on the wall while he spoke, clasping his hands behind his back. “My presence at her trailer park would certainly ring some alarms, I’m sure you are not so dense,” his tone was condescending but proper. “I don’t want anyone, especially Munson, to know that I have any interest in her. Not yet, anyway.”

Since Steve had been watching you, he was also well aware of Eddie’s comings and goings. “Eddie hasn’t interacted with her in weeks, not that I’ve seen,” Steve told him. “Appears like the two are avoiding each other.”

Jareth scoffed. “I’m not particularly a fan of his, but when Edward has a job to do, he does it well,” he turned from the painting and went around the desk. “My gut tells me that he has something up his sleeve, and my gut is never wrong.”

Steve let the information sink in. “You don’t think Eddie would hurt her? He’s a car thief and a drug dealer, but not a killer.”

Jareth bent down to pretend to look at some paperwork, but then his eyes lifted to Steve and he smirked. “Is that what he told you?”

“We’ve never really talked but—”

“I’ve been doing my own investigating, but until I get some answers, just get close to her however you can, I want to accelerate this end game.”

“And what endgame is that?” Steve’s voice was low and commanding as he pushed the sleeves of his flannel up to reveal the generous muscles in his forearms. He rested his back against the wall, not sure he wanted to know the answer.

“The official endgame, Sir Harrington,” Jareth’s striking, ancient blue eyes gleamed. “Is none of your business.”

—---

“Sorry about that,” you told Steve as you climbed into the cab of his truck. “I had no idea he was coming over.”

You were apologizing for Eddie, of course, and the way he’d been giving Steve the death stare when he’d come to pick you up. The snow was coming down harder now, in huge wet flakes the size of quarters, plopping like dissolving puffs of cotton onto the windshield of the truck.

“Was he bothering you?” Steve asked protectively, glaring at the door to Eddie’s trailer while you fumbled with your seatbelt.

“No, he’s…he’s just a friend,” you said, trying to blink away the flashes of all of the sex dreams you had of him that were ricocheting through your head.

After Eddie had stepped out of your trailer and shut the door, he’d stood on your porch for a minute, taking his time to light a cigarette before slowly making his way over to his place. He made eye contact with Steve a few times through the windsheild, wondering if he should kill him.

The inside of Steve’s big old truck was warm, it smelled like winter wool and the yellow vanilla car freshener he had hanging from the radio knob. The song Working Man by Rush played low from the speakers.

You’d heard about the Werewolves of Hawkins from Bob and Argyle when a few of them came into the bar one night. Apparently, they were very reclusive and only ventured to town in human form every so often.

“Have you never seen a werewolf before?” Bob Newby, the owner of the bar you worked at, asked you with a tilt of his head and a curious smile. “They’re all over the woods. Beautiful creatures.”

He’d said it so casually, as if a man turning into a wolf and roaming around at night was the most normal thing in the world.

“Are there no werewolves where you come from?” Argyle asked while he wiped down a bottle of tequila.

You moved your eyes as if to think. “Uh, nope, not that I know of anyway. Hawkins is the only place I’ve ever heard of them ever existing before. What’s next? Are you going to tell me that Faeries and Shapeshifters are real too?”

Bob and Argyle exchanged a knowing look. Bob gave you a consolation pat on the back, “one day at a time there, missy. Let’s give you a chance to get used to werewolves first, and then we can move on to the next.”

That night in the darkness of the movie theater with Steve, you turned to whisper in his ear. “Can you change into a werewolf whenever you want, or only during a full moon?”

He chuckled, leaning in so that his cheek was on your head. He was so warm, you wondered if he had a fever. “When you’re a pup, in the early days, the transformation happens at the most awkward times. Once we get older and learn how to control our emotions, we can go through the change whenever we need to.”

“Like right now?” Your lips were close to his neck, breath tickling his skin, giving him goosebumps.

The side of his mouth moved against your forehead. “Just say the word, darlin’.”

Your hands fumbled together a few times while reaching for popcorn at the same time, and a voice in your head said:

This is nice

Steve is nice

Steve was a good guy who probably thought you were a normal woman who’d led a fairly typical life, and you worried you were misleading him.

There were a few times though, after the movie and on the ride back, when you felt like he wanted to tell you something, but then he would stop short. He’d rub the back of his neck and start out with, “yeah, I’ve been meaning to talk to you,” but then he’d shake his head and jump to another topic.

Steve cursed to himself at how bad he was fumbling the night, he felt like he was a goddamn teenager again.

The only thing he knew for sure after that night was that he liked you a lot, and more than ever he needed to cut ties with Jareth. He’d been meaning to break free from the politics of the pack to become a Lone Wolf, and this felt like the perfect opportunity. He was next in line to be Alpha, but it was a role that he had no interest in playing.

Parked next to the hearse in front of your trailer again, the snow had stopped, but it was up to your ankles now, and you couldn’t help but notice the light in Eddie’s living room was on.

“Here, wait, let me walk you,” Steve insisted.

“No, I’m good,” you were already on the ground, looking up at him across the seat. “If Bela hears your voice too close to the house, she’ll just go nuts again.”

You'd told him about your new companion earlier, and he looked at you like you'd decided to take in a pet dragon.

“I’ll wait here until I know you got in okay.” Steve said softly, giving you a nod. “Hey, are you doing anything tomorrow night?”

“I’m, well, I think–” you stammered. Was Steve about to ask you on an actual date? “I might pick up a shift at Main Vein tomorrow night.”

“There’s going to be a reading at the bookstore, and I promised Robin I’d help string some lights and set up some chairs. So, I’ll be in the neighborhood if you want to get something to eat or, whatever. I’d really like to see you again.”

He said the last part in a rush, partially hoping you wouldn’t catch it.

The admission made your cheeks hot under his steady gaze.

You told him you’d stop by if you weren’t waitressing, and at your front door with the key in the lock, you turned to wave at him one more time over your shoulder before slipping inside to flip the deadlock behind you. You closed your eyes and leaned against the door until you heard the rumble of his truck growl onto the main road, and then you flipped the lights on.

“Mr. Wonderful couldn’t walk you to the door?”

The voice made you jump and a scream caught in your throat.

Eddie was sitting on your couch, arms stretched out over the back of it, as if it were his trailer and he’d been expecting you.

You let the shock of it subside, taking a long breath to slow your heart rate.

You hung your bag on the hook by the door and started to shrug out of your coat. “You know, when I invited you in, I didn’t mean break in whenever you felt like it.”

“I didn’t break in,” he lowered one arm and rested that hand between his legs. “I know where you hide your spare key.”

“It’s not funny, Eddie,” you threw your jacket on the recliner. “I’d like you to leave now, please.”

“How was your date?” He bit out the last part.

“I’m not answering any of your questions,” you stopped in your tracks and looked around, suddenly alert. “Where is Bela? I don’t hear her. Eddie, if you did anything to her, I will —-”

“I would never hurt her,” he moved to stand up, and under his breath he added, “or you.”

“So?” You flapped your arms out, impatiently, blood pressure spiking. “Where is she?”

Eddie came forward and put a finger to his lips, motioning for you to lower your voice. He guided you down the hallway, ignoring your protests, until he arrived at your bedroom door and turned the knob, opening it slowly.

Bela was curled up on your bed in a blanket, breathing heavy like she’d just been dosed with a tranquilizer.

“She broke out again while you were gone,” he whispered. “Blew the bathroom door right off its hinges and came scratching at my door like maybe I had you.”

Your eyes went to the window across the room, seeing that there were boards hammered over it now, which was more of Eddie’s handiwork.

Feeling you softening at his side, Eddie pulled the door closed with a click. You were having a hard time meeting his eyes. You’d been so mad at him, so ready to scream and kick him out into the snow.

“She let you hold her?” You asked, noticing that you no longer had a bathroom door, Eddie must’ve taken it out to fix it.

“I'm charming, what can I say?” he shrugged. “And I gave her some of my blood from a little eyedropper.”

“You what?” You spun on him, appalled.

“Don’t sound so horrified,” He put his hands on his hips once you reached the kitchen. “They need vampire blood to calm their nervous system. She’ll sleep like a baby now.”

In the book you were reading, the author did say that demobats who drank regular doses of vampire blood seemed to fare better than the others, but you’d decided to disregard that information as speculation.

“In that case, I guess I should say thank you,” you opened the fridge and took out the Brita water filter and a glass from the cupboard.

Eddie crossed his arms over his chest and leaned his thigh against the counter. “Did that Steve guy try to make a move on you or what?”

You frowned at him. “Listen, you don’t get to invade my space and bombard me with personal questions. Why does it matter so much to you what we did?”

“I don’t trust him,” Eddie had his eyes trained on one spot in front of him, studying a patch of air while he worked his jaw.

“If it’s any comfort, I don’t think he cares much for you, either.”

Eddie’s head spun to look at you. “What did he say about me?”

“Nothing!” You clarified, raising the tone of your voice to match his. “He didn’t mention you at all, actually. It’s just a feeling I got.”

You took a drink, and when you put the glass back down, Eddie moved in, bracketing your hips with his hands on the countertop, caging you there while he searched your eyes. “Did he kiss you?”

You didn’t answer right away, and so he asked it again.

“Did he kiss you?”

The way his lips hovered there so close to yours made you swallow hard. The air between the two of you crackled with electricity. You waited for his eyes to go black, for his fangs to eject, for him to take your blood into his mouth like he had that night in the alley.

“Would it bother you if he had?” There was an air of pleading in your tone that you had not intended to be there.

Please let it bother you.

Eddie slid his bottom lip through his teeth and leaned back, stepping away from you. “I just think you should keep your distance from him, that’s all. Werewolves are notoriously…” he trailed off as if searching for the right word. “...undisciplined.”

You wondered about Eddie’s discipline, how hard it was for him not to go the rest of the way and claim you just then. To sink his teeth in and suck on that nectar of yours that he craved so deeply. You could see the desire in his eyes, the way the brown irises melted into umber and his pupils expanded.

You would not have stopped him, that was the final truth of it.

In that moment, you knew that if Eddie Munson wanted to kiss you, you would not put up a fight.

You would not pull back and ask, “what are you doing?”

You would just know.

“I changed the bulb in your porch light, by the way,” he added on his way to the door. “Noticed it was out.”

You did not turn to watch him go, you kept your back to him. “Thank you again for Bela and for boarding up the window.”

He mumbled something under his breath that made you look over your shoulder. “What was that?”

He stopped in his tracks with his hand on the doorknob, hair long around the shoulder of his leather jacket. “I said, you know where I am, if you ever need anything.”

Eddie stepped out onto your front porch and exhaled a shuddering, long-held breath. He shut his eyes and rubbed the heels of his palms into them. “Holy shit, Munson, you are such an idiot,” he scolded himself, feeling a sprinkle of snow again on his flesh.

He took a step down and then paused, thinking he should go back in.

Thinking he should tell you…everything.

Maybe you would understand.

Maybe you’d lean into his kiss and pull him closer.

Maybe…

But then the shadow of uncertainty shrouded him and he kept going.

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You ended up covering for Argyle behind the bar the next night while he went to California for a week, and thankfully it was a slow shift because you were still figuring out what alcohol went in which drink. But then a crowd of people on their way to the poetry reading at Robin’s came through, and two of them were vampires, so you had to get out the manual to remember which synthetic blood type to use in the various mixtures.

“Another whiskey with a beer back for the Chief,” Erica scooted up next to you and tapped your arm to get you to lean in closer to her. “Do you think he’s waiting for someone?”

Jim Hopper was in a booth by himself in the dimly lit room, facing the door, and you had noticed that he seemed very interested in getting a good look at everyone who came in that evening. He still had his uniform on, since he was only recently off the clock, and he was tapping his knee and chewing on the side of his fingernail with some type of anticipation.

You knew that if you got closer, you’d be able to get a better read on his emotional state.

“I’ll take it to him,” you said to Erica, and then the two of you talked about the movie you went to with Steve because she hated it and said she was angry those were two hours of her life she could never get back. “I can’t believe you let a werewolf take you on a date,” she squinted. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were looking for trouble.”

You moved around her with both of Jim’s drinks and winked. “I’m the one who’s trouble. They come looking for me.”

“Oh I believe that,” she quipped in your wake.

The closer you got to Jim, the more you could sense the yearning inside of him. There was desperation with sadness around the edges, and the hint of a familiar sinister urge, much like you’d felt with the Klemps all those weeks ago.

His eyes met yours only briefly when you set his drinks down, and then you asked if he wanted one menu or two.

“Not tonight, thanks. I’m waiting for someone, and then I need to split,” he nodded as he warmed the whiskey in his big hands and wiped a sheen of perspiration from his forehead.

Well, there was your answer.

You and Hopper both looked up when the door opened that time, and you were pleasantly surprised to see Steve standing there. Shoulders broad in his plaid shirt and his luscious head of hair looking wild from the wind outside. His face lit up when he saw you.

“Hey stranger,” you walked over to him, beaming.

Steve had been pacing out on the sidewalk between the bookstore and the bar for the past 15 minutes trying to decide if he should go in or not. By the way you were smiling at him, he could tell he'd made the right decision.

“Hey, you,” he gave a smirk and raked his big hand through his unruly hair a few times. He glanced around at the 8 or 9 customers. “Do you have a break soon? Or can I bring you anything?”

“My shift is over in an hour,” you talked as you returned to your station, waving at Bob through the serving hatch. Steve rested his elbow on the bar. “I was thinking I’d make my way over to the bookstore if you’re still around.”

“Oh I think I’ll be around,” he assured, tapping his knuckles on the wood, not wanting to sound too eager. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Erica glaring at him. She was not much of a fan of the supernatural.

Right behind Steve, a strikingly beautiful woman with short black hair and red lips strolled in. She had a long leather coat that she pulled tightly around her as she walked, and she appeared to know exactly where she was going, strolling over with ancient grace to Jim’s table. He stood up to greet her, and then they hunched across the table toward each other as if they were telling secrets.

You realized you were staring as you spotted a tiny vial of dark liquid in her palm just before she slid it across the way to him under a cupped hand.

“I’ll come back when you’re finished,” Steve said a few other things, but your mind had not retained them. “We can walk over together.”

“Sure,” you said absently. The mysterious woman with Jim got up and left after only a minute or two. Jim downed the rest of his drink, left a tip, and exited out the back, putting his hat on as he went.

A bit later, as you were changing out of your apron in the back room and counting your bills, you wondered where Eddie was and what he was doing.

It made you curse out loud, the persistent way your mind clung to him.

It was irrational and wholly unfair.

You wanted him to pull up in the GTO and tell you to get in without any explanation of why or where you were going.

The customers continued to wane, and Bob told you to skedaddle 20 minutes earlier than you’d expected, so you figured you’d get a head start and meet Steve half way. Erica flipped you off, playfully mocking the fact that you could go home before her. You snuggled down into your winter coat and pushed through the employee door that led to the parking lot at the greeting of a gust of bitingly cold wind. You stopped to pull your gloves out of your pockets and the door that could only be opened from the inside locked shut behind you.

When you looked up, Jareth stepped out of the shadows and loomed there, blocking your path.

“I’m afraid you'll have to come with me, love.”

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Beware the Batman

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This is a concept for a live action Batman film set in my new reboot DCU universe. This story takes inspiration from The War of Jokes and Riddles, Batman Rebirth, and Batman the Animated Series. A lot of villains will be recasted due to the reboot.

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Synopsis: Set after the events of Flashpoint, Bruce Wayne returns after being gone for a few years Batman must now reclaim his role as Gotham’s Protector.

Release: December 21, 2029

Runtime: 2 Hour, 58 Minutes

Rating: PG-13

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Cast:

Bruce Wayne/Batman…….. Oliver Jackson-Cohen

Damian Wayne/Robin……..Mystic Inscho

Alfred Pennyworth…….Pierce Brosnan

Dick Grayson/ Nightwing……Josh Heuston

Edward Nygma/ The Riddler…Jude Law

Commissioner Gordon……Stanley Tucci

Guest Starring:

Tim Drake/Red Robin……Charlie Bushnell

Lucius Fox…..Denzel Washington

Vickie Vale…….Victoria Pedretti

Firefly……..Nolan North

Penguin…….Timothy Spall

Renee Montoya…….Melonie Diaz

Harvey Bullock……Clancy Brown

Scarecrow…….Jamie Campbell Bower

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Concept Art:All Artwork belongs to the original creators‼️‼️‼️

New “Rebooted” Batman Suit:

Robin:

Nightwing:

The Riddler

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Plot:

-The film opens with skyline view of Gotham City at night, cuts to Gotham Square decorated for Christmas in the middle of a Christmas festival and a large blast of fire destroys several booths and stalls. Several civilians scatter to get away and screams and sirens are heard as a figure looms over cackling darkly.

-Meanwhile, across the city Damian looks out the window looking a bustling Gotham. Alfred enters the room and tells him he cannot hide in Bruce’s office all night, and Bruce had requested his appearance at the ball upstairs.

-Damian arrives with Alfred and is told to try and not look so glum and try to have fun. Tim is in a corner texting away and Damian begins to annoy him until Bruce arrives and tries to stop the to from fighting.

- Commissioner Gordon flips the switch to the Bat Signal.

-Bruce talks to Damian before Damian points out that their late. He warns Damian that they’ll finish the talk later.

- Detective Montoya and Bullock have created a block around the Christmas festival. Firefly as set ablaze half of the festival and Montoya and several other cops fire at him and he explodes a cop car.

- The Batmoblie races into the heart of the burning festival, Batman and Robin hope out. Batman orders Robin to save the hostages. Reluctantly, Robin heads towards the hostages cutting them free and leading them towards Montoya.

-Batman leaps out the way of a blast of fire and throws two batarangs at Firefly who dodges them. Robin grapples into of nearby building and throws a batarang successfully hitting Firefly. He taunts him and he lures him away from the police, Batman chases them in the direction on foot before grapple onto Firefly and the two fight in the sky.

-Meanwhile, black news van with a green question mark on the back door pulls away from the scene in the opposite direction.

- Robin leads Firefly a few blocks away, he leads him to the Gotham City Reservoir which is abandoned. Batman is able to break on of Firefly’s jets and the two crash straight through a window inside the building.

-Robin kicks down the side door and helps Batman to his feet. Firefly left his jet pack and laughs at insults the two hero’s.

-Batman tells him this will only end one way for him. The two leap out the ways as a grenade is sent in the direction. Robin grows furious leaps up several rafters, and throws a Batarang disarming Firefly and he beats him within any inch of his life Batman commends him to stop before he kills him.

- Robin tells him he deserves to die after he killed people tonight, and Batman tells Robin doesn’t kill nor will it bring anyone back.

-Robin storms out and Batman calls Alfred who informs him Gordon is on his way.

-Cut, to Batman getting back into the Batmoblie after debriefing with Gordon and races home.

-Batman being to question Damian and tells him he needs to learn self-control. Robin lashes out at him Batman reminds him that Robin isn’t a right it’s a privilege.

-The Batmoblie stops inside the Cave and Alfred greets the two; Damian unmasks and leaves the two men to talk.

- Bruce pulls up camera footage of Vickie Vale taking about Firefly’s arrest and Alfred talks about him about trying to speak with Damian.

- Across town at the Iceberg Lounge, Penguin’s men are playing pool. Another one enters with a green and black box and the thug reads the card addressed to ‘Ozzy’. They open it and it’s a Jack in the box that has a riddle on it. One of the goons tampers with it and it explodes.

- Riddler is show consumed in darkness watching his monitor which show Batman from earlier that night and monologues to himself about his next step.

-Damian walks downstairs the next morning and is met with Dick eating cereal. Damian ask when Alfred is ready to take him to school, and Bruce appears and tells him he’ll take him instead.

-The car ride shows Gotham and is silent until Bruce talks to him and the two aren’t seeing eye to eye. Bruce tries and Damian tells him it won’t try to understand his pov and Bruce dismisses the idea and tells him killing isn’t the answer. Damian leaves the car for school.

- Bruce heads into Wayne Enterprises and meets with Lucius Fox about new technology and upgrades concerning the event presentation in a few moments.

- Bruce begins his speech explaining new technologies to assist with surveillance and surgical devices before the room is disrupted by a group of thugs in green jumpsuits with rifles.

-Bruce presses a button on his watch as more goons charge in and walking in the middle of them is the Riddler.

-Dick and Damian gets alerts on their phone and watch. Dick and Alfred rush to the cave and see Riddler’s board cast from WE cameras. Damian fakes being sick and is excused and leaves school with his bag.

- Dick takes a Batcycle and races toward the city. Damian arrives in the alleyway near WE and changes into his Robin suit. The entrance is blocked off by Gordon and Swat. Montoya radios that the south exits are closed off. Robin grapples towards the top of the building.

-Riddler has his men steal some of the prototypes and Bruce questions him while everyone else stays silent due to being held at gunpoint. Damian is able to get into WE from the vent system and crawls through till he makes it towards the conference room.

-Nightwing swears through traffic, and construction racing into the city.

-Riddler asks Bruce a riddler about his parents that nearly provokes him but he keeps his composure. And Gordon order the Riddler to surrender. The gunmen take hostages, one of them being Lucius. And takes his cane and presses a button the opens a giant box. He tells Gordon through a device he left outside that he’s place bombs in three locations of Gotham and warns him if any boys in blue enter he’ll turn Gotham into a ghost town.

- Robin tells Nightwing to finds the bombs. Alfred cuts in and tells them about the first riddle. Robin and Nightwing deuce that the first bomb is at the Gotham Gazette. Nightwing makes a u-turn and rushes towards the bomb.

-Meanwhile, Robin ventures into another room where he finds three goons with Lucius and are threatening him for the access codes to the basement where WE developments weapons and vehicles. Robin sneaks in the room and uses smoke and birdarangs to stop them men. He frees Fox and Lucius tells him there are other hostages.

-Nightwing finds the bomb in the parking garage and attempts disarm it but is shot at and had to quickly disarm the bomb and take out the five gunmen.

-Robin is able to free the remaining hostages and enters the main room. Nightwing tells him he’s disarmed the first two bombs but the third one they cannot locate it. Red Robin arrives to help Robin and much do Robin’s dismay the begin clearing the room until it’s just Riddler and two thugs who’s guns are jammed.

-Nightwing and Alfred find the last bomb in in the conference room where the Riddler is and warns them.

- Robin and Red Robin attack Riddler’s thugs and Riddler taughts Bruce and leave him with a parting gift. Once Robin freed Bruce the discover Riddler manage to escape.

- Back at the Cave Bruce scans the device Riddler left him with. Bruce finds out the device was manufactured in Gotham and only a few factories can make it. He and Damian arrive at a Toy Factory in Old Gotham.

-Batman and Robin arrive to find several security guards slaughtered and Batman tills Robin to stay alert.

- Batman and Robin end up in a maze inside of the warehouse and have to rely on each other to trust and listen to one another in order to escape.

- Robin finds another Riddle that sends them to visit GCPD. Together with Gordon their able to piece together the two riddles they have, the locations of the bombs, and the last “present” Riddler sent to the Mayor during the WE siege.

-Damian and Bruce have a moment in the cave before Riddler comes on a live and tells Gotham that tonight is the night he kills the Dark Knight.

- Batman, Robin, and Nightwing suit up and have to stop Riddler by Christmas Morning. Robin and Nightwing follow a lead to the old Cobblepot Steel Mill. Where the find a captured Penguin and must save him and theirselves from Riddler’s latest trap.

-Batman arrives at City Cemetery and is gassed by Scarecrow, and is forced to come to terms with his worst fears as father and mentor.

-Nightwing and Robin must travel through the riddler’s underground tunnels in order to find him.

- Batman defeats Scarecrow, and makes him tell him where to find Riddler.

- Batman finds Riddler’s hideout inside of the old Gotham train Station.

- Batman,Robin, and Nightwing battle through goons, and traps. Batman meets the Riddler and has a finale showdown to stop him.

- Batman and Robin talk on a rooftop before Nightwing joins them and tells that can the finally go back to the Manor to open presents. The three grapple into away as the sun rises over the city.

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jennay · 2 years ago

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It’s not Me, it’s You

Request:Jamie and reader struggle to keep their relationship intact as Jamie’s life becomes busy and has a hard time balancing work and home.

This ended up being soooooo long lol. Anyways enjoy I think it’s 2kish 💜💜💜

Master List

Love,

I went out for a bit

See you tonight x

-J

You drop your grocery bags on the counter. Sighing, you crumple the paper and throw it in the trash.

It was no surprise Jamie wasn't home, but you thought when you asked him to be home for dinner tonight, he would.

You're not a priority, and as much as you loved Jamie, you wondered if things would change or if you should leave now.

You understood how busy he could get between his acting career and his music life. It didn't bother you initially because Jamie still made time for you, and now? You were left wondering if your fiancé felt anything for you.

You sit at the breakfast bar and grab the notepad that Jamie previously wrote on. It was a little petty, but you didn't want to text. You'd respond quickly and probably say something you regret.

Dinners in the fridge.

I'll see you when you come to bed.

-y/n

You close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose. Your cheek muscle twitches to a frown, and your breath shakes as salty tears fill your eyes. Cries of pain fill your throat when you think of what your life would be like without him.

The logical side of your brain tells you to pack a bag and leave. You can't fix this, and you can't make him do better.

Your emotional side is begging you to stay and give him another chance. It reminds you of all the good times you've had with Jamie and how good you were together.

Your phone buzzes on the counter. You pick it up to see a text from one of your friends. The message has a link to a website. You click on it and wait for it to load.

Your stomach feels nauseous as you read the title in big, bold letters: Jamie Campbell Bower and y/n y/l/n call it quits?

Rumors fly as y/n is nowhere to be seen. Is this the end of what everyone thought was a perfect relationship?

You click out of the article and text Erin back.

Typical gossip 🤷🏻‍♀️

You haven't told anyone about your relationship problems. You didn't want to believe something was wrong.

You leave your phone on the counter; you don't want to be bothered by more links or shitty pictures. You didn't want to be upset that Jamie wouldn't call or text you tonight. You head upstairs, watch a movie, and hope sleep will come easy.

That following day you're woke by guitar notes downstairs. You look to the side of the bed where Jamie usually lays. His bedsheets are perfectly flat, and pillows fluffed.

Groaning, you roll out of bed, get dressed, and decide to make breakfast. Jamie couldn't say no to bacon.

When you reach the kitchen, you start the coffee pot and begin pulling ingredients out of the fridge. Another sigh escapes your lips when you see Jamie didn't touch the food you made for him.

You're doing your best to focus on cooking food, but you feel this ache in your chest, like your heart is getting ready to shatter.

You go to the studio room when you're finished in the kitchen. The door is cracked just enough for you to see the backside of Jamie. You hold a plate in your hand and set it next to him on his desk.

"Hey." You quietly say. "Made you some food."

He turns in his chair, giving a weak smile. "Thanks, but I had some toast earlier." He continues strumming on his guitar and ignores that you're standing there.

You feel anger boiling in your blood. You take a deep breath and sarcastically say, "Of course you did." And start for the door.

Jamie's head snaps up when he hears what you say. "What's that supposed to mean?"

You stop in the doorway. "It means exactly what I said."

He sets his guitar against his desk and gives you his full attention for the first time in a while. He softly smacks his hands on his thighs and leans forward, "Something on your mind?" He sharply asks.

"Where did you sleep last night?" You lean against the door frame; your eyes are burning holes at the man in front of you. You'd be lying if you said you weren't worried about his answer. "it wasn't with me." You spit.

Jamie chuckles. "You've got to be kidding, right? All of this attitude because I didn't sleep in bed with you? I fell asleep on the couch. I got home late and didn't want to wake you up. That's what this is about?" He says, gesturing to you. "I'm not cheating on you if that's what you're getting at."

Another gut ache you hadn't even thought of that possibility. Your jaw clenches, and through gritted teeth, you say, "It's not just that, Jamie!"

He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest. He's acting like your existence is bothering him. "Then what is the issue?!" He shouts. "I'm busy ensuring my job is done. Doesn't that matter? This is my job, do you not remember?" He taunts you like you're a dumbass. He showcases his instruments. Standing, he walks toward you, and for a second, you're frightened by how close he is to your face. "What do you want from me?" His eyes bounce around your face, and you start to feel small. He speaks louder this time. "Say what you need to or get out!"

"Do not raise your fucking voice at me!" You push him hard in the chest to get him out of your face. Why is Jamie treating you this way? You shake your head, "Fuck, never mind. There's no point anymore!" You storm down the hallway. You hear his footsteps following, and he yells for you to stop. But when you do, he looks lost. You roughly poke his chest, making him stop in his tracks. "I should have listened to my friends and family, Jamie. They told me this would happen, you'd get too busy for me, and you'd be gone all the fucking time, but I didn't want to believe it!" You wipe the corners of your eye, "I've done everything I can. I've given you a chance after chance, hoping and praying that you could show me the man I fell in love with. You don't care anymore, and you've proven it time and time again. Why am I still waiting?" You take off your engagement ring and put it in his hand. "You don't love me as I love you, and I deserve better." You snivel through your sentence, "What happened to us? We used to be so good together, and now it feels like I don't even know you, and I hate this version of you!"

"Y/n, wait." His voice is soft and gentle, realizing he directed his stress and anger at the wrong person.

You grab your keys and phone from the small table by the front door and quickly exit before he can say anything else. His voice you loved now sounds like nails on a chalkboard and irritates your whole body. You need to leave.

You don't mean to slam the door shut, but you're surely not going to apologize for it. You open your car door and buckle in, "Fuck!" You scream. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Your shoulders relax, and you turn the engine on. You weren't sure where you were going but weren't staying in that house any longer. You could drive around until you were cooled off. Like muscle memory, you bring yourself to your favorite park, where you and Jamie first met.

Your sister told you it was one of the most beautiful hikes you'd ever go on, and she wasn't lying. The only part that you regretted was not bringing a sweater. It poured rain that afternoon, and you were alarmed by the thunder and lightning. You found a hole in the rock wall and hid for cover, hoping the rain would pass and you'd be on your way.

Ten minutes passed before someone else had the same idea as you. He looked surprised when he walked around the corner to see you standing there. "Sorry I didn't see you. Do you mind if I share shelter with you for a moment?" He laughed. "I thought it was going to be sunny today."

You scoot over and allow him into the tight space. "I did the same thing." You giggle, "And now it's pouring rain, and I'm cold, and I'm honestly not a huge fan of the lightning."

He crosses his arms over his chest and rubs his shoulders for warmth. "I'm Jamie." He says between shivers. "I'd stick my hand out, but it's freezing.

You nod, "Y/n."

He brightly smiles at you. "Pretty. Very suiting." He peaks his head out of the small caved-in area to check the weather. "I probably sound like a creep, sorry." Embarrassed, he looks everywhere except for you.

When the rain settles, you find yourself bummed. You were entertained by the conversation you and Jamie were sharing.

Jamie was mesmerizing to you; his blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight, and that gorgeous contagious smile tranced you. "Do you want company?" You ask. "We're going the same way."

"I was going to ask you the same, but I didn't want to frighten you." He admits.

You sit on the cliff's edge with your legs crossed over one another.

This was a beautiful view of The Valley, not a cloud to be seen; the sun's rays warmed your body, and you could feel yourself begin to relax. You don't know how long you've been there. You only knew it was getting darker and didn't want to go home.

"It's wild how small the world is, but when you're down there, everything's so big."

Jamie grins as he watches you talk. You had a lot to say and were intelligent; he could listen to you talk for hours and never get tired of your voice. You captivated him. It was that day Jamie decided he was going to marry you.

The smell of a cigarette burning fills your nostrils, giving away you're no longer alone. You don't bother looking behind you. Why give someone a reason to start a conversation? You hear footsteps closing in on you, and you squeeze your eyes shut, hoping they will disappear.

It's not till you feel the person draping a jacket over your shoulders that you realize who it is.

Jamie.

You were predictable. He knew this was where you would go. You often did after fights or when you were upset. It was your haven.

You watch out the corner of your eye as he puts out his cigarette; he sits crisscrossed and leans back on his hands.

"Why are you here?" You coldly ask.

"Can we talk?" He pushes his sunglasses up to hold his hair back, revealing those eyes that you fell in love with.

You drop your eyes to the horizon. Eye contact felt like punishment at this point. "Do I have a choice?"

"Please forgive me." He sits up and nervously fidgets with the strings of his sweater. "I've been caught up in my work chaos, and it's no excuse for how I've treated you or made you feel." He lights up another cigarette. "You are a priority in my life, and you're right. You do deserve better. You always have." He pulls off his cigarette and nervously flicks the ashes. "I'm sorry, truly. I’m horrified with my behavior.”

Your hand runs down your face. "But why did it take me threatening to leave for you to pay attention?" You shrug your shoulders. "Do you care anymore? Is this what you want; am I what you want?"

He quickly nods, "You've always been what's best for me. Yes, I want you, always. I'm an idiot and don't deserve you, but please, give me one more chance to prove that I can be the man you need and want."

You're eyes drift to his; a mix of sadness and fear lies in his baby blues.

You're trying to convince yourself he can do it, but some of you feels like it's not worth it. You don't ever want to feel this let down again.

"One more chance." You weakly smile at him.

"You won't regret it. I promise you." He sticks his hand in his pocket and pulls out your ring. He gently grabs your hand and slides the ring back on your finger. "That was the worse thing I've ever felt." He admits. "I promise I'll find a balance between work and home."

You scoot close to him, and he holds his arm out for you to snuggle into his side. He holds you close and kisses the top of your head. "We should get married here."

You lightly giggle, "I don't want to hike up here in a dress, and I don't think either of our parents would want to either." Shivering, you ask, "Walk me to the car?"

Jamie helps you stand and pulls you close to his chest while wrapping you tightly in his arms. "It would be an honor."

"Jamie?" You tilt your head, and he looks down to meet your gaze.

"Yes, love?"

"Please help me make this work." You wrap your arms around his waist and gently push your face to his chest.

"I promise I'll prove it to you every second of the day that giving me another chance wasn't a waste of time."

You squeeze a little tighter. "Good, I've become quite accustomed to you, and I'd hate for that to no longer be a thing." You tease him. "Now take me home; I think you owe me at least dinner and a movie on the couch." You reach up and kiss his cheek. "I love you and I would like to continue to do so."

A/N: I hope you like it! Let me know what you think! Comments, reblogs and likes are appreciated. Thank you for following my tiny little page. Mwha

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