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i think jason's probable death in gotham wars is going to either be a non-continuity death (like dick's deaths) or a "death" (like tim's deaths) in which he is not really dead, just like, in stasis or smh
(or they said we'll dig deeper this time so you can't dig out and offed him again)
#i actually hope he isn't dead#because then gotham wars would really be out of continuity#cause they can't really do the same thing twice#i THINK AT LEAST#DONT GO GETTING ANY IDEAS DC#im not even sure if i want gotham wars to be continuity bc im not sure about whats happening with selina over there#but#batman#jason todd#jason todd wayne#the red hood#red hood#robin dc#gotham wars#whatever the fuck is happening now in dc#bruce wayne#we don't have another timmy to bring you back from crazy so pls can the continuity not kill jason#we don't need him lazarus mad again#anygays dc is too much of a coward to keep any character dead#alfred is back#steph is back#kon is back#clark is back#wally is back#damian is back#jason is back (to die again apparently)#batfamily#tim drake#dick grayson
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A Day in Life
Synopsis: A day in the life of Jason Todd. Also, he's a househusband now. Oh, and a little plot twist.
Pairing: Househusband!Jason Todd X Gn!Reader; Platonic!Batfam
Tw: Canon level angst for Jason; Some sexual innuendos; Writer apparently doesn't know how to finish a story anymore; This is pretty slice-of-life so maybe boring?; English is not my first language.
Word count: 3,8k
Requested? No.
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Wake up, make out, get up. First steps of your everyday routine. Sometimes making out turns into something more, but not today.
From his past life, as Robin, Jason learned a lot about discipline. As much as he tried to forget everything and everyone from his past before you, some habits die hard, although with time, with you and with therapy, he accepted that not all of his experience was bad or should be thrown away just because of one sociopathic clown who hurt him. Yes, Jason died, came back angry and did a lot of shit. But he was still alive and this could be a second chance.
While you, his darling spouse, get ready for work, Jason gets up, puts on his apron, fills the dog bowl for Daphne â your little brown dachshund that you adopted together four months after getting married â, opens the doors to the garden, so the dog can do whatever, and finally starts making breakfast and lunch. Breakfast so you two can eat together and lunch for you to eat at work. Sometimes you both meet up and eat together at your office or a restaurant. Today, that's not the case.
Simple yogurt with fresh fruits and nuts, coupled with a slice of chocolate cake he baked the day prior, eggs, toast and coffee for breakfast. As for your lunch box, a natural sandwich, salad, fruits and juice. He also fills up your two liter water bottle, so you feel pressured have no excuse but to stay hydrated.
Food. Until he was 12 his relationship with food was complicated, to stay the least. At first, his beloved but troubled mom would be in no condition to cook him three or more nice and fulfilling meals a day for a growing boy, he either had to learn and make do with quick instant food, eggs and old bread, or starve, since money was something he only saw when it was being handled to her drug dealer. His father was even worse. Jason loved his mom. Still suffers for her. He hated his father who was the one making her addiction worse. Heâs still happy he died.
Living on the streets, food was a dream. A bad dream. It either came from trash or he had to do things that made him feel humiliated and guilty just to get some. And it was gone in a flash, he was so hungry he devoured it all in a second, and then his belly hurt.
Then he came. Jason loved his new father. Loved his new grandfather. Loved their food. So healthy, abundant and full of taste. So fun to prepare. He learned a lot from Alfred because he loved to spend time with him, play with the ingredients and make everyone and himself happy with the results.
But then he had those memories wiped out of his mind, (un)fortunately they came back, but at that time food was in the back of his mind. Sure, he didn't have to worry about starving, crime paid more than enough for that, but he didn't put much thought into any of it.
Now, with you, he's making new memories with food. He cooked and baked a lot with you and for you throughout all your relationship, and you did the same for him. He loves his kitchen, just like the rest of your house. The pantry and fridge are always full thanks to you. You take good care of him. You make his trust in you be worth it. And he reciprocates it. Healthy and nice food that brings comfort and makes you roll your eyes. Especially after he started frequenting cooking classes as a hobby, again, thanks to you.
After you are gone with a full belly and a pet in the ass (just like him, honestly), he continues his routine. He changes clothes and goes to the gym. Jason never stopped exercising, but the lack of all the activity vigilantism entails and with all the treats you two have, he started getting more soft. You loved it, he hated it. â Okay he didn't hate it, he just wasn't the most happy with it. Roy thought it was kinda funny, until Jason pointed out he also got softer after Lian. You honestly couldn't see why all that softness they were talking about was so bad since they were still very muscular and defined, just less dry and more snuggly. You honestly thought your Jaybird could go even further. â So the addiction of yoga to his routine happened.
After that, he goes straight home, eats, showers, takes care of his appearance to keep looking like a proper hubby that you can shove on your bitter frenemies faces, and makes sure to keep the maintenance of the house, so you can come back tired from work and enjoy a perfect house to rest on.
Hygiene. Another things that was complicated with his biological family. His father wouldn't touch a single plate or broom, and would beat and scream at his mom if she didn't put her high (again, because of him) ass up and did the labor. Most often than not, their house was messy, had a bad smell that his little nose was so used to that it's not like he minded, and had insects around. His clothes were dirty hand-me-downs, some fit him, some didn't, a lot of them had holes. His hair tangled and itchy.
When he went to the streets, it just got worse.
Bruce and Alfred fixed that. He finally learned what stink was because he only knew good and neutral scents. His clothes fit him. Everything around him was clean and well-kept. No holes, no stains. Hair always trimmed, soft and clean. Well maintained.
When he came back, cleanliness was basic. Of course he is gonna keep everything around him clean. Habit and common sense, you know? Clothes his size because why the hell would he use hand-me-downs when he can just buy his own? And they had to be the right size for his new 6â2 and almost 200 lbs body. Hair? Whatever. Always washed but as long as it didn't look ridiculous he didn't have time to put much thought on his appearance. He was genuinely surprised you were attracted to him at first sight.
Being with you, he learned to enjoy the little things in life again. Sometimes he finds himself unmoving in front of a random room of the house, or in front of the mirror, trying to grasp if it's all real, If this is really his life, if that's how he looks. His mind flashes memories of his childhood home and his current home. He ignores the memories of the manor not only because of the betrayal he felt for Bruce, but also because the manor was from the Wayne's. He was a Wayne. He is not anymore. This is him. His new house, with you, is what he wished he had growing up. What he always dreamed of. Love. Company. And comfort. He felt all of that while being a Wayne, until he despised the Wayne's. Not the couple that died decades ago or the centuries old descendants. But his father and his siblings.
On days where he doesn't take care of the house, he practices his hobbies. He now has time to do it all, surprising you, his therapist, Roy, and himself, he did cooking, gardening, pottery, crocheting and of course, reading. You paid for all his classes, praised him on his achievements, added his creations to the decor of the house, accompanied him on any event or place related to his interests, gave him his own library in one of the rooms in the house. He even made some friends between middle-aged women and the only other househusband and stay-a-home dad that frequented those places.
It was very funny and cute seeing rough, huge, leather jacket wearing and scarred Jason Todd telling jokes to 50-year-old white moms/grandmas and sometimes even babysitting their kids, pets and plants. You knew he could be a good dad one day if you decided to have kids. He was also more than happy to have just you, Daphne and good friends. And plants.
Warmth. When he was a kid his parents broke the heater during a fight, he wondered if they didn't have money to fix it, even with his father's activities, or if his father just refused to fix it. Anyhow, it was always cold in Gotham, freezing on winter, his dirty clothes with holes didn't help much. The streets didn't seem much different in that aspect. The manor kept him warm when he wasn't seven feet under the dirt, in a casket. When he came back, Jason always wore the warmest of clothes, even while sweating, he didn't know why. Now he did. Your house is always warm. Your body is always warm. Comfort. Your love gave him comfort. Warmth. A reason to live.
Love. His mom. Bruce and Alfred. You.
After he was done and rested for a little, Jason took Daphne for a walk in the way to the grocery shop. He wanted to try a new receipt you saw on tiktok today for dinner and had to get more flour and something for the filling.
After a few minutes of walking on his perfectly nice looking and safe neighborhood â nothing like crime alley. The type of neighborhood he saw on the television and imagined those other happy kids his age living and envied them. Dreamed of being adopted into one of their families while jumping from orphanage to orphanage. It never happened. He just got more abused. And then the manor was so isolated that you could only see mansions and plants all around. So big and far away that they looked empty of life. â he got there and strapped the dog to a post, next to a smiley golden retriever.
He got in and- fuck it, I'm going home. The empanadas can wait another day.
â Jason? Oh my god. Jason! Is that you?! â The infuriatingly familiar loud voice calls out from the middle of the shop and all heads turn to look. Shit, he can't go now without embarrassing himself in front of the cashier of his favorite and most visited shop. So he just nods, takes a basket and walks as if there was nothing interesting happening. It worked with the others costumers, unfortunately, Dick thought it was way too interesting and forgot his own basket that only contained eggs and cereal, and started following him around, this time, with a less surprised tone.
â Hey, Dick. â Jason idly muttered, that just made his coff coff brother indignant.
â Hey, Dick?! What the hell? Where were you? It's been three years! We thought you were dead! Or kidnapped! We never stopped looking for you! We were worried! We mourned! What happened? â Was it bad that Jason didn't want to give him a real answer? Probably. Especially with how much his therapist, who he saw on the days he didn't go to the gym, told him he should try to mend things with his family. So much so that he started actually contemplating it recently. But if he did it, it was going to be on his own time. Not by bumping into them in the grocery store. Oh, well. Jason was always good at adapting. The best.
And wow, three years had passed? Makes sense. Recovery does take time and he's been really happy for a while. Jason still remembers the day he decided to quit everything. It was the same day he decided you were the one, truthfully he always knew you were marriage material, the perfect one for him, out of his league, straight out of his most amazing dreams, peak goal for him, but he wasn't sure if he deserved to be the one you should be stuck with forever. He desperately wanted to, but he had to commit. Ride or die. He loved you, now more than ever, and didn't want to waste your time. He was still a bit messy at the time, but you made it all better, he was a lot better than he was before you came into the picture. You were the right choice. Jason always took you seriously, he was just insecure. So, while still in around eight months of relationship, he quit everything.
He quit his family. He quit vigilantism. He searched for recovery. And a year and a half later, with a little more than two years of dating, he made the big proposal. You married on your three-year anniversary. Got Daphne four months later. It's been around three or four months ever since.
While Dickâs math might not be exact, it is not necessary in this context, the point came across just fine.
He also knew that the fact that you both decided to not leave Gotham was going to bite him in the ass one day. One way or another.
â What happened? Oh, well. I retired. Got married. And now I'm a dad. â Daphne was like a daughter to him, so it was the same, right?
His nonchalant reply didn't seem to satisfy the other, though. Todd could see it, the urge to strangle him in his eyes. Dick wouldn't strangle his dead missing little brother, would he?
â You⌠You what? â Dick was in disbelief.
â You guys searched for me? Thanks, I guess? It means a lot. â Jason just sniffed and went on his way, leaving Grayson behind, paralyzed.
Maybe he could be fast enough and get out of there before the older one got a grasp of his senses back and followed him out. Part of him felt hope, the other heard yours and his therapist voices in his head, and the nagging was annoying. Maybe he never stopped being a âgrumpâ, like you always amusedly said.
Oh, no. Here he comes again. Jason suppresses an eye-roll.
â Stop. Can you really explain? â The mix of emotions was almost overwhelming, an urge to cry, punch a wall, punch Jason's face, scream and who knows what more was running through Dick's body.
Jason sighed and finally addressed him completely. Tone lower so no one could hear.
â Okay. I met someone⌠Someone good. Someone special. A civilian. I was tired of everything. So I decided to retire and made sure none of you could find me. I'm surprised Roy and Lian kept the secret from you, though. Anyway. Now I'm a stay-at-home hubby, have a dog and go to therapy. You happy? â A beat of silence. â Hey, don't make that face⌠I was going to tell you guys eventually⌠When I felt like it⌠It's not like you guys saw me a lot. How much time did it take for you all to miss me? I made an appearance once in a while when someone asked for help and that's it. Alfred knew everything so if youâre gonna be mad at anyone, be at him too, not just me⌠And Roy. Don't forget Roy.
â A-Are you kidding me? Oh, yes, blame the butler! You couldn't even tell us? Like âhey guys, I'm gonna retire and take some time for myself for a while. Also, come to my wedding!â I wanted to be invited, you know?! Why didn't you invite me? Did you at least invite Alfred? Did- â Jason rolled his eyes and cut his rant.
â Yes, Alfred was there. Front row and everything. â Dick shrieked.
â T-Thatâs not the point! â His voice raised slightly from exasperation and both of them checked around for anyone's attention, then came back to the conversation.
Jason raised a hand to interrupt him and took a deep breath.
â Look. I wasn't in a nice place at the time, okay? I'm better now⌠And I was going to talk to you guys sooner rather than later⌠â Jason let a moment of vulnerability shine, hoping that would melt his brother's heart and fix things. It did. â We will have a second wedding when we renovate our vows in our 5th anniversary. You can be there⌠Everyone can be there. â Jason cleared his throat to interrupt the other again. â But now I have to get home in time to make dinner for my honeyboo, so why don't we⌠Stay in contact and⌠One of those days everyone can have dinner together and catch up, huh?
Dick took one of the deepest breaths of his whole life. Jason pursed his lips.
â Okay⌠â He stuck a finger in his face roughly. â But don't disappear again. Or else I promise Iâm gonna personally make everyone track you down, understood? â Jason snorted. As if Tim and Bruce wouldn't do it already once they knew everything. As if Bruce didn't secretly keep track of him this whole time. Unless⌠Unless everyone changed and he didn't know his⌠His family anymore.
Why did it make him feel weird?
â Yes, boss. â Jason saluted him and left.
â Relax⌠â You elongated the word. â Nothing bad it's gonna happen⌠â You went behind Jason and tried rubbing his broad shoulders to chase the tenseness away. The sight and feel of his muscles almost made you drool, and you blinked to focus again.
â How do you know? â You pursed your lips and went to his side to try to make him take his eyes off of cleaning the countertop for the 4th time due to anxiety.
â Because they love you. And they care about you. And they miss you. â Jason deadpanned you. â Just give it a chance. If anything goes wrong, we will just kick them out and you never have to talk to them, ever again. We can even move if you want. Or go on a vacation to the same place we had our honeymoon, I can wear that skimpy piece you like⌠Spoil you rotten⌠â Your voice lowered seductively and you pressed your body to his side, running your hand up and down his arms with some pressure.
Jasonâs mind went blank and he was speechless for a few seconds. Your eyebrows raised with a small, convincing smile that made all his worries go away. He sighed.
â Okay⌠Okay, youâre right⌠â He leaned down and sneaked an arm around your waist. You both shared a slow and wet kiss, bordering between sensual and calming. Unfortunately, he had to wait a few hours before having some action. He pulled his face away a few centimeters, looking you in the eyes. â I thought I had ripped that thing. â You blinked.
â You just might have. But I bought another one because I looked too good on it not to wear it again. â You shared a chuckle when the doorbell rang. You both looked at the door, then at each other. â Want me to get it? â You ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm the last of his nerves. Jason swallowed.
â No. Have to get it over with. â He took a deep breath and then let out. Pulling away from your embrace. â Put the juice on the table for me, please? â You hummed and nodded.
Without giving a second thought, he walked in long strides and abruptly opened the door.
It was like that scene in Avengers: End Game when on one side there was just Captain America against the whole Thanos's army, just staring at each other.
â Are you wearing an apron? â Damian snarked with an eyebrow raised. Jason looked down. Yes, he was. Good start.
â Take your shoes off, thereâs other shoes for you all there. And here I was having hope that at fifteen you wouldn't be a demon anymore. â Jason said sarcastically and gave them space to enter.
As soon as they got in the neighborhood they were all already skeptical. If you were the only one working, how much do you earn to live in such a nice area and with this nice house? They could even see a pool in the backyard and there were TWO expensive cars in the driveway. Jason said he quit all of the crime lord thing, did he keep the savings? Did he invest?
The little dog came running and barking, taking their attention away from the house and their shoes, Damian immediately crouched to pet her. Jason let a side of his lips go up. At least that hasn't changed.
â Her name is Daphne. â Jason spoke over the cooing of Duke and Cass at the dog. He locked eyes with Bruce who had an unreadable expression on his face. He looked older, Jason didn't know how to feel about that. Then gazed at Dick, who had a shit eating grin, Alfred, whose satisfied smile warmed his heart, and Tim, who was analyzing the space while changing shoes.
â Nice place. So, what does your partner do? â Are they committing fraud? â You appeared from the corner and replied for him.
â I direct the Queen Industriesâs Gothamâs office. â You answered softly with a polite smile, stopping besides Jason, who wrapped an arm around you. Everyone's gaze turning on you made you feel shy, but you held on with confidence.
â Oh, wow, so Jason really is a malewife. â Your eyes widened in surprised and you couldn't hold back a laugh. Jason let a small smile graze his lips, coaxing the easiness out of him.
â I offered to pay cleaning and cooking service, but he wanted to do things himself. â You say, a little afraid they would get angry at you for âslaveringâ their Jason.
â Did you buy those cars outside? â Wow, Tim really was as skeptical as Jason had said.
â Hmhmm. â You nodded simply, as if it was nothing.
Jason's siblings raised their eyebrows and Bruce cleared his throat, and took a step forward, feet clad in fluffy slippers. He offered a hand and presented himself politely to you. You wondered how much of that was his persona and how much was just a father meeting his son's partner.
While giving them a tour of the house, the family â aside from Alfred who already knew it all â observed the details, happy memories in the form of pictures of trips, your marriage, birthdays, anniversaries, Daphne's growing stages, spontaneous moments that just deserved to be eternalized, trinkets, handmade pots, plants, Daphneâs toys, and the decor that was just a mix of you both. No guns in the walls, no corpses buried in the backyard, no blood stains. The only signals that it was their Jason living here and not a clone were the books, pictures and hidden security measures.Â
It was⌠Good. Peaceful. Clearly the change in scenario helped him. It hurt them a little, some more than others, that it took him cutting them off for him to start healing, although, maybe opening up this new side of him for them meant that it wasn't just that. And it wasn't. The fault didn't fall completely on them. Nor on Jason. And one person, you, can't be the solution for all global crisis. Mental health is complex. Trauma is complicated. Past can't be changed, but the future can.Â
That night, everyone enjoyed Jason's cooking, Daphne and the new future.
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Thomas Hewitt x fem!reader
Warning: smut! minors dni!!!
Summary: basically a smut with a plot
Sweat broke on your forehead as you wiped it still half asleep. It was terribly hot to even rest. As your eyes opened and started to adjust to the darkness around you, thoughts about the whole situation were still fresh in your mind. How long has it been? You thought to yourself. A few months maybe? 4? 5?
You stopped counting the days after the first few weeks. What for anyway? It wasnât like you were ever leaving.
***
âCome on boys! We are completely lost!â your friend spoke, gesturing with her hands.
âItâs fine! Itâs all good. A little detourâ the driver laughed without a care in the world.
âThatâs right Sam! Stop being so difficult. Look, Y/N isnât saying anythingâ the other guy talked from the passengerâs seat.
At the mention of your name, you looked up from your book, and then quickly got back to it. You werenât actually reading, but they werenât paying attention to that. If they did, they wouldâve seen you didnât turn any page in the last 5 minutes. Pretending was just a good excuse to be out of this circus of conversation.
You didnât consider any of them your friends. And you were sure they didnât think of you as that either. They were Samâs friends. And Sam was your friend out of convenience, just as you were to her. You wanted to travel, and she didnât want to be the only girl on the trip.
âCome on Y/N!â Sam started âwhose side are you on?â
âMaybe we should stop and ask for directionsâ you finally raised a point.
âYeah? And where the fuck would we stop for that?â the driver asked âthere is nothing around here!â
A sigh escaped your lips and you finally put the book down, looking out the window. Then, suddenly, you pressed your finger on the window, gesturing in the distance âthere, it looks like a houseâ.
Little did any of you know this was the beginning of a whole new chapter in your life.
***
Rubbing your eyes, you looked at the little clock on your nightstand. 11:30 pm it said. It wasnât that late, yet you couldnât remember when you fell asleep. Realistically, the only one still awake was Thomas. The thought of that made you freeze in place. Oh yes, you thought to yourself again the summer isnât the only reason I canât sleep.
Another sigh left your lips. You didnât think you would end up in this situation. Spared by a bunch of cannibals for the sole reason you smacked the driver when he started insulting Thomas.
***
âHello?â the driverâs friend⌠Jason? Jack? Jeremy? J something. You couldnât remember. Your name memory was never your strongest suit.
âHello?â J began knocking again. And a second time. Just before knocking for a 3rd time, a woman opened the door.
âYes? Who are you?â she spoke.
âOh hello maâam!â Sam approached âwe are completely lost. We were wondering if you could give us any directionsâ
Luda Mae looked all of you up and down before speaking âcome inside. You will die of the heat before you get any directionsâ
The boys looked at each other and you looked at Sam. But ultimately decided to follow the lady inside.
***
The memories were still fresh and you were sure they would be for the rest of your life. As you lay on your back, looking around the room, you felt your heart skip a beat as another thought made itself apparent. Thomas. Or better said. Your crush on Thomas. In the past month or so, you tried your best to get close to him. You offered to help with everything and anything he needed. Yet, he did his best to avoid you. You werenât dumb, you knew exactly why. He was absolutely terrified at the idea youâre just fucking around. Lying. Being nice to him so he wouldnât kill you.
âFor fucks sake Thomas. I was nice to you even before I knew you butchered people for a livingâ you whispered yelled alone, in your room.
***
âSo kids, how did you end up here?â Luda Mae asked, trying to see if you would make a good addition to the Hewitt meat supply. Were you going somewhere? Was someone important waiting for you? What was the chance of people coming to look for you? Those were important questions that needed answers. They couldnât risk killing someone that could potentially lead the police to them.
As the conversation was unfolding, the driver and J became more and more impatient to leave, and your head cocked when hearing some footsteps. Before you realized it, this massive man was sitting in the doorway, breathing heavily, not saying a word.
âOh Tommy! Look! We have guestsâ Luda Mae said, looking at her son. Thomas was tall, a huge man, his apron covered in blood.
âOh fuck! What the fuck is that? He looks likeââ the driver said but didnât get to finish whatever insults he was going to spew because you smacked him.
âJust shut up. For once. Not everything revolves around you and your daddyâs money. You canât just speak this way to peopleâ you said, while he looked you completely shocked. No one has ever dared speak to him that way. Let alone slap him.
And that was the moment Luda Mae decided you would be the only one left alive.
***
The floor was cooler than the bed. You stood up and looked at yourself in the mirror. It was so dark you could barely see, only managing to make out your silhouette. You stood there for a while, thinking of what you should do.
You liked Thomas from the moment you saw him. You tried to befriend him but all he did was ignore you. On the occasions he actually had to interact with you, he looked so tense, like he was on the verge of exploding. You tried to give him space, but it wasnât really helping. And now you were pacing around your room, unable to sleep because all you wanted was Thomas. The man who killed your âfriendsâ.
What the fuck is wrong with me⌠heâs a murderer, his whole family is crazy.
Yes and so are you. I mean, youâre not running. You think heâs hot. This man could dismember you in a heartbeat and you think he is attractive. Talk about fucked up.
You frowned at your own thoughts. Thomas wasnât a monster. He did what he had to. Yet what was your excuse? Falling for him?
Your heart started racing. Yes, you were falling for him.
After what seemed like an eternity, you went out of your room, down the stairs and into the living room. You stopped in front of the basement stairs and listened. Thomas was definitely still down there and it was now or never.
In the basement Thomas was still butchering some meat, not hearing you walk in over the sound of his cleaver. He didnât like you coming there, he always thought you would judge him, mock him even.
âThomasâ you spoke, your voice making him stop with the cleaver still in the air. He lowered it and turned to you, not saying anything.
âItâs late Thomas. Maybe you should call it a dayâ you spoke softly, almost afraid to startle him.
You didnât get a response. Then, he just turned around and continued what he was doing.
This made you frown and it hurt a little. Maybe he was not liking you as much as you liked him. Maybe he didnât like you at all. However this couldnât be further from the truth. He did like you. A lot. Which is why he was so scared to be around you.
You bit your lip, a little too hard, and decided to approach him. The second your hand touched his arm, Thomas completely froze. His body was incredibly tense and all he managed to do was look at you.
âDid I do something to upset you?â you tilted your head âyou always seem to ignore me. Iâm sorry if I upset you at allâ.
Thomasâs wide widened. You were apologizing to him? What for? You thought he was mad at you? But how could he? He grunted back at you. In the beginning it was very difficult to understand him, but now you could make up the words he was saying. He said no.
âWell then what is it?â you pressed him, gently rubbing his arm. His eyes looked like they could come out of his head, immediately shifting his gaze away from you, almost shaking.
âThomas, Tommy, oh noâ you reached for his other hand which was still tight around the cleaver. Gesturing for him to let it go, you managed to turn him so heâd face you. âYouâre ok. Everything is okâ you said, looking at him. âI didnât mean to make you feel awkward. Iâm sorry. I will go upstairsâ you gave him a bit of a sad smile and turned to walk away. Yet, you didnât get to take two steps before he stopped you. As you turned to him, he gave you another grunt. Stay. This one meant stay.
Both of you were blushing. Your brave girl facade paled the moment you felt his hand around your arm. Compared to him, you were incredibly tiny and for that, he treated you as if you were made of glass. Because to him, you were.
You stepped in front of him, both of you looking at each other. You learned to be gentle with him, maybe even more gentle than he was with you. Because unlike you, he never had people not be terrified of him.
Smiling, you cupped his face in your hands, which caught him off guard, but he didnât stop you. For whatever reason, you were here, you didnât try to run away, and you were kind to him. Before he knew it, he was leaning into your touch.
âTommy?â
He opened his eyes, waiting for you to continue.
âI really like you, Thomasâ
His now open eyes were widened, staring at you, almost looking through you, waiting to see any shred of dishonesty. But there was none. You were genuine. He then couldnât help but wonder what was wrong with you. How could you like him? No. He didnât care. You liked him. And he was going to take it.
He didnât realize some time passed without giving you an answer, which caused you to mumble another apology. He, however, didnât let you finish. You soon found yourself in a hug. A very tight hug. Which you happily reciprocated.
After pulling away, you both looked at each other and without much of a second thought, you pulled the other into a kiss. It was reckless and full of built up frustrations on both parts. You were the first to pull away.
âThomas.. itâs difficult to kiss you with that mask onâ
He didnât say anything and looked away. He didnât want to show you. There was finally something he had and showing you his face might ruin it. He grunted a no.
âPlease..â you pleaded while cupping his face again.
He damned himself for being so weak around you. You looked sad and a little disappointed. He let out a huge sigh and slowly took off his mask, letting it fall on the floor and completely avoiding your gaze. Whatever disgusted face you made, he didnât want to see. Only if he looked to see it was not disgust but love.
âFuck me youâre handsomeâ was all you said before pulling him in and kissing him again. He looked like a deer in headlights, but quickly melted into your kiss, picking you up and placing you on his workbench.
Your legs were wrapped around him, your hands pulling at his hair while he was tightly holding you by your waist. You felt his erection press against you, so you pushed yourself closer to him, which caused Thomas to grunt and moan into the kiss.
Thomas was the one to pull away this time, spending some time admiring you. Slowly, you started to unbutton his shirt âyou can help me with mine if you wantâ you said a little flustered.
He didnât need to be told twice. Once you felt his excitement, you knew Thomas was coming out of his shell. Soon enough yours and his shirts were thrown on the floor, and you were making out on the cold and hard workbench. You didnât care, you also didnât care that his grips wound leave bruises. You just wanted him. He cupped your breast, gently squeezing, earning himself a moan from you and the confirmation that he is doing it right.
âPlease Tommyâ you whined between kisses, tugging at his belt.
He wanted to so bad. But what if he hurt you? He had no what what he was doing. But how could he resist you? His whole body was shaking, you were begging him to have sex with you. Him. He pulled away from the kiss and quickly undid his belt and pants, making himself moan as he pulled his cock out. Your heart skipped a beat seeing Thomas naked in front of you. You look off your underwear and pull him into another kiss.
You didnât think much before starting to palm his length, causing him to moan into your mouth. Thomas started thrusting as you were stroking him. He could cum just like that, but you wanted more. And he did too.
As your back rested on the cold table, Thomas climbed on top of you, neither daring to break the kiss. You couldnât even wrap your legs around him, a detail he found really cute. He pulled away from the kiss only to look at your expression again. Was this really ok? Is this really what you wanted? You looked so beautiful and so turned on. Rubbing yourself against his erection was all the confirmation he needed before slowly starting to push his cock into you.
Feeling him inside you completely knocked the air out of you, immediately kissing him again, moaning into his mouth. Your figure, your voice, your shaking body were making Thomas go feral. His grunts on the other hand made your whole stomach feel hot. Thomas was thrusting into you, firmly holding your waist with one hand and supporting himself up with the other. Your arms were wrapped around his back, face buried into his neck, trying to muffle your moans.
He was hitting all the right spots, causing your mind to go blank and your nails to dig into his skin. Once his voice became shakier, you knew he wasnât going to last much longer.
âOh fuckâŚâ you moaned and he responded by thrusting even harder. It was almost as if your every moan was making Thomas go more feral.
His rhythm was becoming more erratic, signaling that he was getting closer.
âIt ok Tommyâ you said between moans âI want you. Fill me up, please Tommyâ.
Saying that was enough to push him over the edge. After a few more thrusts he came with a low, guttural moan, completely intoxicated by you.
You were both panting and looking at each other afterward. He couldnât believe what just happened. Were you a dream? No. You were there, smiling at him. Did that mean you were his now? Yes. Most definitely.
He picked you up off of the table, squeezing you close to him. He was still panting and so were you, yet, both happy and finally content.
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Something I will never get enough of is Danny killing the Joker. However, something I want to see more of, is Danny killing the Joker for Ellie.
Like, Jason and Danny are neighbors and theyâve been friends for a little while. Jason knows Danny has the 20 something year old mechanic with a six-year-old daughter who is an absolute gremlin. He really likes them both, and he might have a little crush on his neighbor.
Then when they are out at the park or something, the Joker attacks. The joker decides to grab a hostage and who does he grab, but this six year old girl who only seems to have one person who knows her, a scrawny 20 something person. She has dark hair and blue eyes and only person who seems to care about her is her older brother/possible father? Perfect bait for Batman.
He wasnât counting on Danny being able to fight god for his family. He didnât realize that Danny will do anything to protect his family, that, in his literal core, he is sworn to protect his people, no matter the cost. the joker did not realize that Danny loves Ellie enough to not only die (again) for her, but to kill for her.
The Joker doesnât die to Batman, or in some big battle. The Joker dies to a man no one knew because the Joker kidnapped his daughter. The joker dies, because he forgot that not everyone has the same hangups about killing that Batman does. The Joker dies because he pushed a parent too far.
Jason is there during all of this. I think heâs either there as red hood, watching through the cameras, or there is Jason. All three of these have many different pros for various forms of angst.
If Jason is there as red hood, heâs probably with some of the batfamily, and they are holding him back from killing the Joker. Theyâre trying to figure out how to make it so that the joker wonât kill this little girl, and Jason is going feral because that is his kid. That is the little gremlin who lives next-door, who knocks on his door and treats him like a jungle gym. Thatâs his kid. When he sees Danny jump at the Joker, heâs going to have a straight up panic attack and heâs gonna get the guns ready, but he doesnât need to.
If heâs there as Jason, I think the joker would also take him hostage. Jason Wayne, the brat who would get him a lot of money. Especially if the Joker knows that this was the second Robin, because this just means he can get two killed in one swoop. And Jason is trying to protect Ellie with everything in him, cursing himself for not bringing a gun with him and praying that this time Bruce isnât too late. And he can see the pain in Dannyâs eyes and he is so scared to lose this family he has. He praised to a God he doesnât believe in this time, history wonât repeat itself.
I feel like it would be most painful, if heâs watching through cameras. Heâs probably injured or in the middle of doing something for his civilian life . Maybe heâs even out of town, but turned the camera on to look out for the joker, and had a heart attack when he saw the little girl next-door being held by the Joker. This man is trying so hard to get there, breaking every traffic law, praying that he wonât be too late that this wonât be the same as his death. His trauma is excruciating, because this feels like when he was waiting for Bruce and Bruce not getting there until it was too late.
No matter which of these scenarios, he needs to see Danny snap and kill the joker. Maybe, in the camera scenario, itâs just this he arrives that he sees it. Either way, he needs to see the moment, the Joker dies at the head of a single father, and the parallel of Bruce and him and Danny and Ellie need to be very apparent. Because this time the dad wasnât afraid to kill.
This is the moment I feel, Jason would fully acknowledge that he would do anything for these people. That these two neighbors of his have become his family. The moment he sees the two of them holding each other, and the jokers body at their feet, I guarantee you this man is fighting tooth and nail not to go over his red hood exposed them. if heâs Jason, he can run into hug them no problem, but if heâs red hood, heâs not going to be able to do that.
This man will fight with Batman if he even that should get in trouble for killing the Joker. He will threaten to never ever speak to Bruce ever again, will be ready to bribe the police into letting Danny go, we will race every camera footage out there of the event, will do anything for this family.
Later that day, he wonât have nightmares of the Joker for the first time in a while. He will be able to look at his family and rest easy, knowing that thereâs no way that Joker can take them from him.
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City Pigeons Bleed Green - Part 11
âRobin canât stay here like that again,â Jason said as he chopped up a cucumber. âIf he wants to come back, we need to introduce them properly and Danny needs to be okay with it."
âI know,â Dick sighed. âHeâs been getting better but him not listening to B when in cape is a real backslide.â
âThatâs notâŚâ Jason made a frustrated noise and put the knife down with a level of care that worried Dick. That worry grew when Jason purposefully stepped back from it to lean against the counter.
âHood?â
âKid knew that Robin was here,â Jason said, glaring down the faint leftover ring from a cup of last nightâs hot chocolate. âWing, Danny knew, and he was terrified.â
Dick stilled. He had just thought it was fear or someone else being in the apartment. âHow?â
âSmelled him, apparently,â Jason said with a casual shrug that Dick didnât believe for a moment. âSaid that Robin reeked of death.â
âWell, fuck,â Dick said. âThe Lazarus Pits?â
âBest as I can figure.â
Best as Jason could figure, but Jason was still bothered by somethingâ something that wasnât how Damian smelled to Danny.
Dick reached out to still Jasonâs hand from where it was picking at the dried ring of coco. âLittle wing⌠what did Danny say?â
It said a lot that Jason didnât pull away.
âHe was terrified because Robin smelled like death but hadnât died.â Jason looked up to meet Dickâs eyes. A ring of green circled the blue. âHe hadnât died, not like us.â
âOh fuck.â
âYeah.â
âOh fuck,â Dick said again. That was the sort of statement that deserved more cussing. He got up and started to pace. âDid youâŚ?â
Jason shook his head. âNo. Wasnât the time, Danny was too freaked out about Robinâs presence. But fuck, Wing, the way he said it⌠like I should have already known that about him.â
âLike he knows it about you.â
âYeah. Since he can smell it or sense it or whatever,â Jason said. He ran his hands through his hair, spreading the streak of white throughout the dark locks.
Dickâs eyes stuck on the movement.
âWing?â
âYouâre hair.â
âWho cares if I mess it upââ
âNo, Jâ little wing, your white hair. DannyâŚâ Dick swallowed around the taste of bile. âWe know he should have black hair, but itâs all white. Jay, how many times did he die? How many times did they kill him?â
Jason pressed the back of his hand to his mouth, looking ill. âFuck. Fuck!â
âOkay, itâs okay,â Dick said, immediately regretting upsetting Jason like that. He hated hurting his little brother, but Dick did need someone else on the same page as him. He needed someone else watching out for things. âWeâll get the story when Danny is ready. What matters right now is that heâs here and weâll keep him safe.â
âWe sure as fuck will,â Jason said, a growl rumbling under his voice.
âBut we have to wait until heâs ready.â
âYeah, got you.â Jason leaned back against the wall. His head thumped against it with a sound that made Dick wince.
âBut I do think youâll be the one he talks to,â Dick soothed.
Jason snorted. âCause the dead stick together.â
âYouâre not dead, Jaybird, and neither is Danny.â
âAnd weâll keep him safe,â Jason echoed with a sigh.
Dick didnât have any illusions that Jasonâs version of keeping Danny safe wouldnât include murder if it came to it, but Dick was sure he could play distraction for Bruce, Cass, and Duke if need be. Damian should be kept away too, he had been doing better. Dick groaned and gave in to laying his head down on the counter.
âWhat horrible thing did you realize now?â Jason asked.
âJust that Iâll need to go see the baby bat. We need to talk about last night and I should just spend more time with him and the other kids.â
âYeah, that might be good. You should get some damn sleep too before you start trying to subsist on sugar. Donât think I didnât see that cereal you had B.B. buy,â Jason chastised.
âI thought Danny might like it!â
âDanny would have a sugar high for three days if he ate a spoonful,â Jason said and went back to chopping up the very healthy cucumber he had.
âFine, then what are you making?â
âA quick pickle. Weâll have it with feta cheese and couscous. It will be good protein for Danny since we donât have him eating meat yet,â Jason said.
Dick smiled back. âYou know, if you ever get tired of stabbing people with knives, you could just become a personal chef.â
âWhy, looking to hire one and solve your horrible eating habits? You should get a maid while youâre at it.â
âLittle wing,â Dick whined, clutching at his chest. âThatâs so mean! My place is looking great! Youâd know that if you ever visited me.â
Jason glanced past Dick and smirked. âKid, tell Wing heâs a liar.â
âWing, youâre a liar,â Danny mumbled, the words broken up by a large yawn.
âItâs no fair using Danny against me while heâs still half asleep!â Dick turned away from Jason with a pout and held his arms open.
Looking far from awake, Danny basically stumbled into Dickâs arm. He rested his head against Dickâs shoulder and seemed half ready to fall back asleep right there. Dick didnât even try to hold back a coo.
Jason snorted. âYeah, youâre really suffering over there.â
Dick stuck his tongue at Jason before deciding to focus on his littler, cuter brother. He ran his hands through Dannyâs hair, trying hard not to think about the color. âDid you have a good nap?â
Danny shrugged. âMostly.â
âYeah? And what does mostly mean in this case?â Dick asked.
âJust⌠I donât know. Didnât dream, not really, but sorta felt like I was close to dreaming.â
âI guess you donât want to dream?â
âDonât think theyâll be good,â Danny admitted, softly.
âWell, Dandelion,â Dick said, putting as much cheer into his words as he could, âif that happens you come find me or Hood or whoeverâs here. Cuddling is always a good cure for nightmares and if that doesnât work, hot chocolate is even better.â
When Danny didnât respond, even nonverbally, Dick gave him a little poke in the side which made Danny squeak and squirm a little.
âTell me what youâve got rattling around in that brain of yours,â Dick prompted.
Danny heaved a sigh as he pulled away and sat on the stool next to Dick. He kept his eyes downcast, focused on the rather frayed cuff of the hoodie he had taken to almost constantly wearing. âI donât want wake anyone else up if theyâre sleeping. I know you guys havenât been getting enough rest because of meâŚâ
âLess than weâd like, maybe,â Jason said casually and Dick shot him a glare. They were supposed to be reassuring Danny!
âBut,â Jason continued, âweâre fine with that if it means helping you get well. Besides, weâll get B.B. over here maybe tomorrow and the big blue bird here can go check on the rest of his life for a bit.â
âBut only if youâre okay with her being here,â Dick added.
âI donât want to⌠you all have done so much for me already. Of course you can go deal with other things. Itâs⌠you donât have to pay attention to me.â
âHey, Danny.â Dick reached out, clearly telegraphing his motions so that Danny could pull away if he wanted. When Danny didnât even twitch, Dick rested his hand over Dannyâs. âWe want to. I promise you, we want to make sure youâre well and that you heal. Weâll be here the whole time until youâre ready to talk to Bruce.â
âHell, weâll be here after,â Jason said. âGotham is our city, weâre not going anywhere. Weâll still be around if you need us, even if itâs just to be around us.â
Danny glanced up at at Jason with such blatant hope showing through from where it was shuttered behind hard learned lessons and a horrible life. Dickâs heart just about broke.
âReally?â It wasnât more than a whisper that Danny asked, but it carried so much weight.
âReally,â Jason said with a shrug and that devil may care confidence that only he could manage.
âReally,â Dick added, trying to put as much care and love that he already felt for his new little brother into the word.
Danny glanced down again, but instead of going back to picking at the hem, he twisted his hand to wrap his fingers up with Dickâs.
âI⌠thank you. Thatâs⌠I donât know why you all care so much whenââ Danny cut himself off sharply, biting his lip so hard that Dick was worried that it would bleed.
Dick just squeezed his hand.
âAnyways,â Danny continued after a few shuddering breaths, âit means a lot, thank you.â
âAlways,â Dick swore. This was their brother.
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Damianâs brother was being annoying again.
This was hardly unusual.
âGrayson, do stop lurking like that. It is unbecoming.â
âI wasnât lurking baby bat!â Grayson said, bouncing forward like some sort of overly cheerful ungulate.
âTt.â
âI wasnât! I was being polite and waiting for you to be done with your kata,â Grayson protested with a pout. âIf I was being rude I would have just swept in and scooped you up.â
Damian took a step back. âGrayson, no.â
âNo what?â he asked, his eyes impossibly wide and innocent.
It was best to leave, Damian decided.
Unfortunately Grayson was actually far more wolf that sheep and he pursued Damian. They tore around the Cave. Damian attempted to use his smaller stature to be able to slip through spots that should be impossible for Grayson to follow him through, but that hardly stopped his brother. What little speed Damian might have gained from his pathing was well made up for Grayson being larger and, as reluctant as Damian was to admit it, better at free running.
âThereâs my baby bat!â Grayson cooed as he held Damian close after catching him.
Damian let his arms and legs dangle listlessly. He had learned that Grayson was annoying resistant to nerve strikes and that it was sometimes better to simple accept the⌠cuddling.
âMy bitty bat! Baby bat! Bladed bloody bat!â
Damian sighed.
âWe are going to go out!â Grayson said, hauling Damian towards the lift. âI found a shelter that needs some help socializing a whole bunch of cats taken from a hording situation so weâll pick up a big food donation and head over. Afterwards, we can get falafel from that place on 8th and ice cream from a new place right down the street!â
That⌠didnât sound too poor of a day, really.
âI suppose that the cats will have a better chance to be adopted if socialized quickly,â Damian said, haughtily. He couldnât simply let Grayson know how appealing the idea was.
âRight? And youâre the best person I know for it,â Grayson said. Thankfully he set Damian down once they were in the lift and moving up towards the manor.
Damian stared at the rock on the the other side of the cage. âAnd⌠you do not need to go back to the safe house today?â
âNope!â Grayson chirped. âIâm even going to stay at the manor tonight.â
âThat is acceptable. You have informed Pennyworth?â
âOf course baby bat.â
âVery good,â Damian said. They fell into silence as they moved fully into the manor. Damian made his way for the stairs to go up and shower, but paused at the bottom. âGrayson?â
âYeah, Dami?â
âHe was afraid of me.â
Damian was thankful Grayson was astute enough not to ask who.
âHe could sense you, it seems,â Grayson said. He walked over and leaned against the railing of the stairs. âThink of it from his point of view. He was asleep in what he had been told was a secure location and woke up to someone else being there. He didnât know who, or what, you were. Iâm sure youâd go on the offensive right away to find out who it was. Danny though⌠we know heâs been through a lot and I donât think fighting back was an option for him.â
Damian thought back to the scars that had covered the otherâs body in the first pictures. He frowned down at the steps. âYes.â
âRight, so for him, he needed to find out who you were, just like you would, but he was scared instead of aggressive.â
âWhich is why he hid behind Todd.â Damian had barely been able to catch sight of this âDannyâ.
âYep. Jason was one of the people who got him somewhere safe, so he trusts Jason to at least try to keep him safe. Iâm sure Jay reassured him that was likely you before they came to check.â
Damian snorted.
âHey, give Jason some credit, he knows his security stuff. He only pretends to still be bad at cellphones so he has a reason not to call.â
âTt.â
âDonât worry, baby bat, Iâll talk to Danny about having you come over again when everyone knows to expect you,â Grayson said with a gentleness that annoyed Damian.
âI never said I wished to go back over.â
âNo?â
âNo. But,â Damian said, stressing the next part, âif it is something everyone in the family is doing, then I will put up with the chore.â
âThank you, Dami,â Grayson said. âBabs is next and then weâll see about you! Now go change so that we can get to the shelter.â
âWhat exactly do you think I was doing,â Damian snapped and headed up the stairs with his head held high and a flutter of worry in his chest that he was pretending didnât exist.
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AN: Aaaah it was good to get back to writing this! This was my first time writing Damian's POV and he was an unexpected delight to write! His part got done very quickly. We'll have Babs up soon and Steph will need to bully her way in I'm sure. Bruce is pouting in front of the Batcomputer I'm sure, waiting for his turn to meet his son.
Anyways, stay delightful darlings!
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Finally Getting Help (pt 12)
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âYa, I have questions,â Jason confirmed, trying not to shift awkwardly in his seat. âI read the slideshow but I donât seem to fit in either liminals or ghosts, and I have some issues that I think would have been mentioned if they were common?â
âAlright, what are they?â Danny asked tilting his head a little.Â
âWell, itâs been better since meeting you, and I know increased aggression was one of the thing mentioned but mine isnât like Damianâs, or even yours I think. Weâve been calling it Pit Madness. Iâve gotten better at managing it but especially when I got back it was really bad. I⌠killed a ton of people and I still have a lot of bloodlust that no one is comfortable with.â
âThat is unusual, especially directed towards humans. Aside from revenge against whoever killed them dead usually donât care very much about the living,â Danny said curiously, considering Jason.Â
âAnd I do read as- as dead?â Jason asked, he had been worried about that.
âWell youâre obviously not Dead dead,â Danny said rolling his eyes before he reached across the table. âHere, with touch I can figure out a bit more.â He said and Jason hesitated for a moment before resting his hand in Dannyâs.
A cool feeling quickly washed up his arm and over his chest like intangible water. Danny tilted his head to the other side, his brows coming together slowly as he gazed into the middle distance and considered what he was feeling. He let out a hiss and some sort of chitter that couldnât come from a human throat, then clicked his tongue and the cool feeling dissipated, sinking under Jasonâs skin and cooling heat he hadnât been aware of feeling.Â
âOkay, ya thatâs weird,â Danny admitted and Jasonâs heart dropped. âBest I can equate it to is, like a bone that healed wrong,â Danny said thoughtfully. âYou did die before?â He asked, Jason nodded mutely. âOkay, I wonât ask why or how. But best I can tell your soul was shoved back into your body and not given time to get settled back in itâs proper position before whatever was done to bind it in place. So youâre alive but with some.. Spiritual nerve and brain damage. Would you be comfortable telling me how you were resurrected?â
âWell, I resurrected myself apparently. I donât really remember it but apparently about six months after my death I dug myself out of my grave. Before I could get anywhere the League of Shadows found me and dunked me in the Lazarus pit which is this glowing green stuff that heals the dying and kills the healthy. I donât remember any of it, it was almost a year before I recovered enough to be myself at all.â
âThat actually makes a lot of sense,â Danny said, nodding thoughtfully. âMy guess would be at first you came back as a revenant, which is basically when a ghost possesses their own corpse to get revenge, not truly a living being. But then this Lazarus pit resurrected your body and your soul got stuck in your living body again without being prepared or intending for that to happen.Â
âThatâs what Iâm guessing happened but I canât be sure, and Iâm not a healer so I donât really know what to do about it. Iâm sure my ghost doctor Frostbite would be happy to take a look at you though! Looks like weâll be making an appointment for you too,â He joked making Jason chuckle nervously.Â
âWell thatâs.. Totally fucked up,â Jason said and Danny nodded.
âYa, dying is basically always fucked up, coming back Specifically for revenge and then getting stuck here long after thatâs a motivating factor is messy. I mean, for a human that would be fine, but for people like us,â He gestured between the two of them. âObsessions are everything so thatâs hard. Youâve been cultivating more healthy obsessions I know but youâll never be the same,â Danny said, and Jason nodded.
He knew as much, he could never go back. Not that he hadnât always had these sorts of thoughts and inclinations. Once of the reasons Bruce had taken on him and Dick was their murderous inclinations needed to be curbed, for Dick it had work, for Jason⌠Well it was a combination of a lot of things, it wasnât really Bruceâs fault it had failed. Other than the fact that heâd let the Joker live far longer than he should have, but that was bleeding-heart-Brucie for you. It was funny, to not really be mad at Bruce anymore, understanding there was nothing else he could have done, and still not be able to forgive him.
Danny must have noticed how Jason had gotten lost in his own head because he reached across the table and covered one of Jasonâs clenched hands with his own, soft and cool. âYouâre doing really well Jason. Itâs a messed up situation but I don't think anyone could have handled it better then you are,â Danny said softly.
Jason didnât believe it but it felt good to hear and it did settle him a little bit. âThanks Danny, that means a lot,â he said, giving Dannyâs hand a squeeze before pulling back.Â
There was a natural break in conversation as the waitress brought their appetizers, and when she left again Jason didnât know what to say. Thankfully Danny spoke. âWhy donât I tell you a bit about my doctor? Frostbite can be a lot, as much as it would probably be funny to spring him on you I should probably give you a heads up.â
âYa, ya that sounds good,â Jason agreed, glad to let Danny do the talking for a bit. And when telling him about Frostbite turned into talking about the Yetis, to talking about the Infinite Realms, to Danny info-dumping about space. Well Jason really doesnât mind, especially with the way it makes Danny light up. It was good to see him happy.
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The food was good but Jason didnât taste much of it, and aside from going âOh wow!â When he took his first bite of his food Danny didnât seem to either. At a certain point Jason realized he was going to have to do some talking or Danny was going to keep talking and wouldnât eat. So he took over, but he didnât know much about space so he started talking about literature and poetry and Danny listened raptly and finally ate his food.
It was very nice to have someone listen to him like that, it was sort of funny, it looked like it was as fun for Danny to listen to him talk then it had been the other way. Jason thought about how supporting obsessions was important for ghosts to have their obsessions supported. Reading wasnât Really his obsession, he didnât think, but it sure was an interest and it felt really good to get to share with someone new.Â
By the end of the dinner Jason has well and truly decided that this was a date. Danny was cute, good, and passionate, and a good listener, Oh and strong as Fuck which was always a turn on for Jason. Speaking of powerfulâŚ
âCan I ask you another sort of serious question?â Jason asked after they got their dessert. Danny looked up, mouth full and a little smear of chocolate on his top lip, Jason resisted the urge to reach across the table and wipe it off. Danny nodded. âWhen Damian gave me his little shovel talk he mentioned that youâre going to be a god some day?â He said, tilting his head. Maybe that was a third date sort of conversation but it seemed like it would be important to understanding Danny.
Danny choked a little and swallowed, sighing heavily. âThatâs what Iâve been told,â Danny grumbled. âThereâs a prophecy apparently, and with how my powers have been progressing even just in the first 2 years since I died, I can already go toe to toe with some Ancients and win so⌠Ya, I guess itâs probably inevitable, especially since I havenât stagnated yet. I donât want to be one really, I didnât ask for this, but whatever. I probably canât stop it.â He slumped back in the booth, looking tired.Â
Shit Jason shouldnât have brought that up. âHey youâve got time right? That wonât be for a while. Also, whatâs an Ancient?âÂ
âVery old, very powerful spirits. Theyâre essentially their own pantheon, Ancient is basically just what ghosts call gods.â He said with a shrug.
âMakes sense, I mean gods usually are ancient. Even more reason you donât have to worry about that right now. I mean youâre far from ancient,â Jason pointed out, earning himself a little smile from Danny.Â
âYa, youâre right,â He agreed and went back to eating his dessert, the conversation moved on to the music they liked.
When the bill came Jason put his card down without letting Danny see what the bill came to and passed it back to the waitress. They lingered in the booth for a while still chatting, unwilling to part ways yet. If Jason didnât know his family would want Danny home before they went out on patrol he might have suggested they just go to a park and walk for a while. Talk, maybe each take one of his wireless earbuds and take turns picking songs. But he had a feeling Damian really would try to kill Jason if he didnât get to see Danny home safe.Â
Eventually they left, wandering back to Jasonâs motorbike and Danny snuggled up to Jasonâs back again as they drove back to the manor. The silence was companionable until Jason pulled up, propping the bike up to let Danny get off. He took off his helmet and handed it back to Jason, not letting go immediately when Jason took it so their hands were touching.Â
âThis was nice, I had fun,â Danny said, blushing a little and looking down.
âIt was, we should do it again soon,â Jason agreed, âIâll text you okay?âÂ
âYouâd better,â Danny teased before walking back towards the manor.Â
Damian opened the door for him, shooting Jason a glare before slamming it making him laugh. He was still a child no matter how much he pretended he wasnât. Jason kicked off on his bike and zoomed off, heading home to get ready for patrol.
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#dc x dp#danny phantom#jason todd#dead on main#first date#danny is pregnant#trans!danny#revenant Jason todd#frostbite#Finally getting help AU
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Don't Sneak up on People with Swords
@im-totally-not-an-alien-2 made a prompt about Danny sneaking up on Jason Todd and @sky00asara made a comment in the tags about what would happen if Danny did that to Talia. So here is my version of that! Enjoy.
Talia al Ghul watched her beloved from afar. He was out, again patrolling his city for those he considered wrong doers. Her son was by his side. She scowled at how Damianâs fighting style had changed, softened in the company of her beloved. Despite her love for the man under the cowl, he had a tremendous ability to take even the most ruthless of killers and change them to spare the undeserving. He had even tried it with her.Â
She was hidden on the roof of an abandoned tower nearby. The tower had succumbed to fire and was now condemned until the city got around to destroying it properly. For now it made the perfect place for her to observe her beloved and her son work undisturbed.Â
âExcuse me?âÂ
Talia whirled, drawing her blade as she spun. Her blade moved fast enough to almost cut the air itself yet the small shape ducked under her stroke and back-pedaled quickly to move out her range.Â
âJeez! Why is everyone in this city so jumpy!âÂ
The voice more than anything made her realize that the person who had somehow snuck close enough was an actual child. Their black hair and blue eyes made her wonder if this was another of her belovedâs adoptees. Except surely this boy was too young to catch Bruceâs eye?Â
âWell maybe you should not sneak up on people?â Talia hissed, her voice soft yet stern. To say nothing of how a child who couldnât be older than five had snuck up on her at all.Â
âWell maybe you shouldnât brood on the roof of my home!â The child snarked back, just like one of the Batâs brood would, completely unafraid of the blade still in her hand. Talia raised an eyebrow at him then looked around at the burnt skeleton of the building they were standing on.Â
âThis building is not fit for human occupation.â
âNeither was the last place I lived.â He said dismissively. âThis place hasnât even killed me yet, so itâs practically a paradise.âÂ
She was tempted to take the childâs words as sarcasm, yet something in the way he spoke made her think he meant it more truthfully.Â
âYouâve died before?â Talia asked. She relaxed her hold on her blade, allowing it to rest at her side.Â
âOh yeah, I die all the time.â He said, then he looked at her curiously tilting his head first one way, then another. âYouâve died too, huh?âÂ
She nodded, now examining him closely, looking for the signs she would recognize. She could see the hint of a scar on the boyâs palm that might have caused a death.Â
âWhat is it with this town that so many people have died and come back?â The boy asked, apparently rhetorically as he didnât let her answer. âFirst the stabby Robin, then the stabby Batgirl, then Batman, and even Red Hood. Itâs like everyone I run into is contaminated.âÂ
Taliaâs eyes widened.Â
âYou can sense those who have utilized the Lazarus Pits?â She would have to inform her father about this child. He could put the entire League of Assassins at risk. The child before her just shrugged.Â
âI have no idea what that is. Red Hood mentioned some kind of pit as well, but Iâve never seen anything like that. I just know yâall are contaminated with ectoplasm, though not enough to make a core.âÂ
âWhat is this⌠ectoplasm?â Another name for the Lazarus Waters? Had there perhaps been a Pit outside of League control? In the midwest somewhere based on the boyâs accent.Â
âOh itâs this stuff.â He held his hand out and Talia couldnât help keep her expression of shock withdrawn despite all her training as his hand filled with the glowing green light of the Pits. He held the Pit Water in his hand then tossed the glowing orb to his other hand in a half juggle as if he werenât carrying the League's greatest secret and weapon.Â
Nevermind telling her father about this child, he could never learn of him. If Ras had the power this child had under his control the world would never survive. There was only one option. She needed to train this child to wield this strength. With the stealth he displayed in sneaking up on her and his power over the Pits themselves he could make an assassin like the world had never seen. He could be the next Head of the Demon under her guidance. She knelt down to the boyâs level, slipping her sword back away as she did so.Â
âTell me, young one. Are you living in this death trap of a building all by yourself?âÂ
âYeah, but donât worry, Iâve got it taken care of. I know Iâm little, but that just means people are less likely to notice me. Iâm able to steal all the food I need from that big box store down the street.âÂ
âOh of that I have no doubt. My name is Talia al Ghul. Whatâs yours?âÂ
âHmm. Iâm Danny.â The boy seemed hesitant to trust her, which to be perfectly honest was probably a very smart thing to do, but at least she had a name for this gift of Lazarus.Â
âDanny, how would you like to come live with me? You wonât have to steal any more, or worry about food ever again, and I could train you how to fight even better than the Bats.âÂ
He narrowed his eyes at her, looking her over closely.Â
âWould I get a sword?âÂ
âIf a sword is what you want, then once you were trained in its use I would acquire one for you.â
Danny looked like he was about to nod, but then he froze, his head tilting to the side as if he was listening to something. His eyes widened and Talia tensed.Â
âUh-oh. Fruit Loop incoming. I gotta go.âÂ
Talia half turned as she heard the sound of one of her belovedâs grappling lines catching on the buildingâs edge. By the time she had turned back to face him, Danny had completely vanished. She hadnât even heard him leave. She stood and scowled as her beloved landed on the rooftop next to her.Â
âTalia.â He grunted at her, glaring all the while.Â
âBeloved. Must you ruin every nice thing in my life?â Talia snarled back. The boy, Danny, had the gift of Lazarus at his beck and call and Batman had scared him off.Â
Bruce looked momentarily stunned at her fury, but quickly hid it behind his mask. However Talia couldnât care less about her beloved right now. She just needed to lose him so she could return to find the boy. The boy who would change the world with his power.Â
#danny fenton#talia al ghul#dp x dc#batman#kid danny#deaged danny#talia is like this is my kid#he can be damian's brother#Danny does not want to get a new dad#a new mom on the other hand#I also had an idea where Jazz came out to check on danny#and fought talia to protect danny#and talia is like ooh two for one special#I get a new daughter and a new son#I can train both of them to over throw ras and batman
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"Sleep. I'll keep you safe." - Dean Winchester Prompt Response
Summary: When Sam calls to tell you that Dean is gone, you can't accept it. Not until you visit the offline Bunker and see for yourself. ...But is he really gone?
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader; Dean Winchester x Huntress!Female!Reader
A/N: Prompt from @thelonelyempath. I had this idea for a scene in my head that took place during 15x20 with the reader and Sam & then from there it just kind of wrote itself, including the semi-twist. Hope it's okay.
There is a song mentioned in here ("Is This Love" by Whitesnake) which is a sort of homage/dedication/thank you. I read this Dean x Reader fic a long time ago (I can't remember the name of the fic or the author right now, I'm sorry!) but they used the song for some Dean/Reader time in the Impala and I had never heard the song before so I checked it out. I have become obsessed with it. It's so perfect, not only for Dean but in general as an 80s love rock ballad. So thank you to that author whoever you are!
This is meant to take place between mid-15x20 and Dean's foray in The Winchesters (pre-series).
Unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine.
Warnings: angst; mentions of character death; mentions of implied sex
Word Count: 12k+
Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187; @rieleatiel
Dean Taglist: @heartlessdelusions; @nancymcl; @brightlilith
Jensen Taglist: @samanddeaninatrenchcoat; @deansbbyx
"Sleep. I'll keep you safe."
Soldier Boy version ⨠Beau version ⨠Jenny version ⨠Tom version ⨠Jason version ⨠Anael version ⨠SDV Alex version
You sat on the corner of the bed in your motel room, numb, your phone next to you, having been forgotten long ago.Â
It couldnât be true. It wasnât. You refused to believe it. How was Dean just gone? On a simple hunt? How?
Sam had called you to give you the news. You could hear the breaks in his voice as he relayed what happened, sounding as if he had been crying just a few minutes before. Vampires. Who were mute. A gang of them run by a vampire named Jenny they had faced off with years ago. On a hunt with John. She had gotten away and they thought she was gone for good. Apparently not.
You were frozen, in shock, unable to process what he was telling you.Â
âY/N?â
âI⌠I need to see him,â you whispered.
Sam was quiet for a moment before he forced out, âI gave him a hunterâs funeral.â
You shut your eyes in pain. âWhat?â You could feel your throat tightening as well as your chest.
âIâm sorry, Y/N, but I had to. I couldnâtâŚâ You heard him take a breath. âI couldnât make the long drive with⌠I just couldnât.â You could hear those breaks again and you should have been hurting for him, that not only did he have to watch his brother die but heâd had to burn him alone. But right then you got angry and you couldnât help snapping at him.
âWhy would you burn his body, Sam? You know we need his body to bring him back!â
âY/N, he didnât want to be brought back.â
âYou donât know that!â
âYeah, I do. He told me right before he died. As long as I was going to be okay,â Another break. âHe was done.â
A tear rolled down your cheek and regret immediately consumed you. You knew Sam was telling you the truth. Dean making sure Sam would be okay as he was dying clinched it for you. Sam had always been his main concern. You started mentally berating yourself then. If only you hadnât let fear stop you, you could have given him something to live for, to fight for. He would have let Sam call for help, call Jack, something. He would have made sure he somehow made it home, just like he always did. But you didnât and now, he was gone. Truly and irrevocably gone.
Another tear slipped down your cheek and you quickly wiped it away. âI have to go, Sam.â
âY/N, Iââ
You ended the call and tossed the phone onto the bed. You werenât trying to be heartless. Sam was obviously struggling and you should be there for him. Thatâs what Dean would want, you knew that. The two of you being there for each other, helping one another, you looking after his little brother while he looked out for you. But you justâŚcouldnât.
Why hadnât you called Dean? After everything that went down with Chuck and Jack? Why hadnât you reached out? You owed him that at the very least. So why hadnât you?
You knew the answer to that. You were scared and like a coward, youâd told yourself it wouldnât have made a difference. It wouldnât have changed anything. But a part of you knew it would and that scared you just as much.
You thought back to the last time youâd seen him, right after he and Sam went to try to get Amara on board against Chuck. He was still reeling with the news that Cas had told him before heâd left, that Jack was going to sacrifice himself to kill Chuck. He cared about Jack, more than he let on, even though the kid had accidentally killed Mary. Jack was family to him and he was having a serious moment of doubt. If Jackâs plan would work; if he should let it happen; if he should tell Sam; if Chuck hadnât been right, he would win in the end. He was so beyond tired of that: Chuck winning. He didnât want to sacrifice Jack but if they could be free of Chuck and have a chanceâŚÂ
He was torn up about it and heâd called you, asked you where you were, then begged you to come to the Bunker when he found out you were only an hour or so away. You hadnât wanted to, you could hear the desperation in his voice and you knew all too well what would happen if you went. You were still hurting and you didnât know if you could survive that.Â
You didnât bother telling him that the reason you were an hour outside of town was because youâd temporarily settled there, not sure where to go or what to do. Sure, you took on hunts here and there, but ultimately you were lost. Ever since Dean broke things off with you because he couldnât tell what was real anymore versus what had been Chuck all along. The breakup had hurt, of course, but that caused pain in you that you werenât really sure you would ever come back from. Him thinking everything between you might not be real? After youâd given him everything you could because you deeply loved him? In your heart, you knew it was real, but when you had said this to him, heâd simply responded with âI donâtâ in his typical detached way he adopted whenever he had made up his mind that he had to do something for the greater good, no matter how hard it might be. You thought he had already broken your heart, but it shattered right then in your chest.
Since it was Dean, though, and he never begged, you went. And sure enough, what you worried would happen, happened. One minute, youâd been wiping the rare tears he let fall around you, and the next minute, he was kissing you and gently pushing you back onto his bed. You could feel the desperation in his movements, his touches, the way his lips trailed over your skin. Shockingly, he took his time with you, and it only hit you halfway through that this was his real goodbye. It wasnât guaranteed that Billieâs plan would work but he hoped it would. And if it did, then that meant he and Sam would finally be free and they could hang it up if they wanted to, do something else with their lives and move on. And that possible future didnât include you.Â
Youâd silently cried then, holding onto Dean as he moved and moaned into your ear. When he pulled back to kiss you, your cheeks were free of any tear tracks and you kissed him back. You wondered how on earth he couldnât feel that this was very real between you as you moved your hips to meet his in a tender rhythm as he held you in his lap, his green eyes staring into yours as he held you close. Sex was sex but this right here, this right in between you right then that he refused to put a name to, it was beyond real. You knew he could feel it just as much as you couldâŚso why was he still hellbent on throwing it (and you) away?
A little while later, you had laid there, with his head on your chest, running your fingers through his hair in soothing strokes, his body still entangled with yours, staring up at the ceiling as you both were still trying to catch your breath. Your heart spoke for you before you could stop it. âI love you,â you whispered, meaning it with every fiber of your being.
It shocked the hell out of you and made something warm and fluttery happen inside your chest when he sleepily murmured to your skin, âLove yâtoo. Donâgo.â You ended up chalking it up to him being in a post-sex sleep daze though, not knowing what he was really saying or even really having heard you correctly. That or he only meant for the night because the very next morning, things went back to how they were.
Dean seemed surprised when he woke up to find you next to him, scrolling through the news feed on your phone for any new cases. Youâd given him a warm smile. âHey, sleepyhead,â you teased.
Instead of smiling back, though, he cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. âHey.â You could see that familiar detached expression settle on his features and you knew he was regretting the night before. He had been drinking by the time you got there, sure, but he hadnât been inebriated. He was incredibly lucid by the time he made a move on you so try as he might, this couldnât be chalked up to a drunken mistake.
You could literally feel that wall going back up and you gave one last ditch effort to keep him from shutting you back out, even laying a hand over his. âDean, donâtââ
He pulled away from you and got out of bed, quickly slipping on his Scooby Doo boxers and jeans that he grabbed from the floor. You might have smiled seeing the familiar underwear that you hated but secretly loved if you werenât hurting so much. âIâm hungry. You hungry?â He asked, slipping a black t-shirt over his head. âIâll go see if Samâs cooking anything up. I need a serious cup of coffee. You justâŚâ He glanced back at you, seeing you holding the sheet tightly to your chest as you watched him, compulsively swallowing when he saw your eyes glistening. âYou, uh, just come out when youâre ready.â He then made his way out of the room, closing the door behind him and never looking back.Â
You sat back against the headboard, dissolving into a fit of tears and quiet sobs. You knew you should have never come. Once you were able to breathe without fresh tears welling up, you got yourself cleaned up and redressed. You splashed some water on your face and you took a deep breath before leaving the room. You were near the bunker stairs when Sam called out to you.
âHey! Y/N!âÂ
He was coming over to you, a big smile on his face. He was pleased to see you.
âHey,â you greeted back just as warmly, forcing a smile.
He gave you a quick hug and you could see Jack a little ways behind him, giving you a smile and wave. âI didnât know you were here. We were just about to have breakfast. Why donât you join us?â      Â
âOh, IâŚâ
You were saved from having to make an excuse when Dean appeared next to Jack, his expression severe and cold all at the same time. âSheâs got a hunt sheâs heading out for. Possible vamp nest in Duluth. Right, Y/N?â
Just when you thought he couldnât hurt you even more, there he went proving you wrong. âRight,â you agreed quietly. You turned a wan smile onto Sam. âIâll take a raincheck.â
âDuluth?â Sam glanced from his brother to you. âMaybe we can give you a hand on this one.â
âWe canât,â Dean stated firmly. He gave his brother a look and Samâs brows furrowed before realization played upon his features and his jaw tightened. He turned apologetic hazel eyes onto you. âDonnaâs up that way. If she needs a hand, she can call her,â Dean added.
You felt sick to your stomach. Obviously, you werenât heading to Duluth or anywhere near Minnesota but the way he dismissed you so casuallyâŚthe pain was overwhelming. The smile you kept on Sam turned into more of a grimace. âI appreciate the offer, Sam, but Iâm good. Like your brother said, I can call Donna if I need anything. Donât worry. Thanks, though.â You squeezed his arm and then turned to make your way up the stairs.
âBest of luck,â Dean gruffed out. You turned to see pure ice staring back at you.Â
You pressed your lips together to keep from falling apart right there, from demanding why Dean had obviously only called you for sex and a pick-me-up when there plenty of women in Lebanon that could do that for him, from begging him to wake up and see you were right in front of him and that what you had was very much real before it was too late. Instead, you continued climbing the stairs.Â
âKeep us updated and give us a call if you need anything,â Sam called after you.
âWill do,â you forced out.
âGood luck,â Jack offered.
When you reached the top, you glanced once more at Dean. His expression hadnât changed one bit. The green gaze staring back at you was cold, hard. You let out a huff and shook your head, turning to open the door and close it behind you. That had been the very last time you saw him.
After that, you went back to the motel you had been renting a room in, packed up, and headed across state lines. You ignored Deanâs calls but took Samâs.Â
Apparently, at some point, you had vanished when Chuck disappeared everyone. You had no idea until Donna filled you in. That explained the several missed calls from both Sam and Dean and the voicemails they left. Both had sounded desperate, especially Dean.Â
âPlease, Y/N. I know youâre pissed at me and I get it but please call me back. Or call Sam. I donât care. Just as long as we know youâre still with us and that youâre okay.â His tone sounded rough around the edges but considering the context Sam gave you when you did call him (there was no way you were calling Dean, especially not now), you realized they were just desperate to get in touch with anyone, having lost Cas and being the only three forms of life left on the planet.
Dean was right, you were angry. Angry that heâd used you that night, angry that heâd broken your heart in the first place. He had pursued you before you got together, not the other way around. By the time you let your guard down enough to let him in and things kicked off between you, he was deep in. Or so heâd said. By the time he ended things, you were deep in yourself. NowâŚnow you were in even deeper thanks to him, so deep you were pretty sure Dean would haunt you the rest of your life no matter how you tried to shut him out of your heart.
Another tear rolled down your cheek. Though, youâd never meant the word haunt literally.
You wiped your face with your sleeve and let out an aggravated breath before getting to your feet. You grabbed your coat, your emergency bag, your hunting bag, and the car keys from the table near the door. You locked up and got into the car you only used for hunts and grocery trips now, starting it and backing out of the driveway.Â
Itâs not that you doubted what Sam had told you or Sam himself, but you needed to see things for yourself. You turned the car in the direction that would lead you to Kansas.
You opened the door to the Bunker, seeing nothing but darkness greeting you, the clanking of the door being the only sound to echo in the large chamber. That was strange. They never shut it down when they left for hunts. You hit the lights and hearing a loud thrumming sound, you watched as they came back on, one by one. You had your own key since you were also a Legacy. Youâd never been more thankful for that fact when you arrived to find the Bunker locked down, no Sam in sight.
You shut the door behind you and dropped your bags near the table. You bit your lip to keep your eyes from welling up when you noticed an unfinished chess game on the table, most likely one that Dean and Cas had been engaged in, but now neither of them would be back to complete it. Instead, you focused on the matter at hand. You pulled your gun out and an angel blade, slipping the latter into your coat pocket in case you needed it. In the other pocket, you slipped a flask of holy water and a small piece of iron bar you could wield if need be. In your gun sat silver bullets; you couldnât be too careful nowadays. Especially if the word was out to the world of the supernatural that Dean Winchester was gone and only Sam was left now, alone.Â
You slowly made your way down the stairs, listening intently for any other noises you might hear. All that you could make out besides your footsteps was the low hum of electricity that was commonplace for the old bunker. You cleared the library, the hallways, the kitchen, the shower room, the infirmary, the Dean Cave where youâd been forced to watch The Lost Boys and slasher films more times than you cared to count (you had dug your teeth into your bottom lip to keep from crying when you saw the DVD cover of Tombstone left near the TV), every single room in the place until you came to the one that made a lump form in your throat. You swallowed it back down and forced yourself to focus, raising your gun that much higher. You opened the door and hit the lights, scanning every which way. The room was clear.
You lowered your gun and made your way inside, the lump in your throat back again. Your eyes roamed over the hastily made bed; the empty dog bowls on the floor (which made your brows furrow in confusion slightly); the messy desk; the empty beer bottles on the table; the headphones on the nightstand; the shotguns on the wall; the books scattered about; the load of laundry sitting off to the right in a corner. Memories washed over you and your eyes began to sting as tears welled up.Â
Youâd walked into the room to find Dean jamming out on his bed, listening to music through the headphones heâd insisted on buying on your last trip. You huffed out a laugh and dropped the laundry basket of folded clothes onto the bed, garnering his attention.Â
He opened his eyes and glanced up to find you smiling at him.Â
âWhat are you listening to?â
He held one of the phones away from his ear and you could hear some serious strumming of heavy metal guitar coming out of it. âHuh?â
âI said, what are you listening to?â You asked a little louder.
âWhat?â He nearly yelled.
You picked up the top item from your pile, his Scooby Doo underthings, and playfully tossed it at him. It landed squarely on his chest and he immediately jumped up as if it had burned him, his cheeks turning redder by the second as he threw the headphones onto the bed.
âYou did my laundry?â He asked in horror.
Amazing. You two had explored every single inch of each other time and time again, been sort of rooming together for the past month, but he was embarrassed that you washed his dirty underwear?
You shrugged and began to place his folded clothes on the bed. âI had room in the washer so I figured Iâd grab yours, too. Youâre welcome.â
âYou washed our clothes together?â He sounded genuinely surprised.
You gasped and gave him a mock look of horror. âOh no, not together.â You tossed a pair of jeans over at him and he caught it in time. âI used detergent, fabric softener, dryer sheets, and everything,â you teased. âBut putting it away is where I draw the line, pal. Thatâs on you.â You pointed to the neat pile sitting on the bed before moving over to the door to head to the room you kept your things in down the hall.Â
Arms wrapped around you from behind, stopping your trek, and Dean murmured into your ear, âYou washed my clothes for me?â
âAnd folded, too,â you pointed out. âDonât forget that.â
âMmm, what else can I get you to do for me?â He grabbed the basket from you and placed it down before gripping your hips and moving in to kiss your neck.
âHey, Iâm not your maid. I had room in the washer, that was it. Donât get used to this,â you laughed before digging your teeth into your lip when you felt his tongue on a particular part of your skin.Â
âWhat if I want to get used to this?â He moved up to your jaw line.
âIâd say youâre SOL. UnlessâŚâ
âUnless?â He hummed near your lips.
âUnless you finally let me tidy up this room a little.â
His head shot up, frowning down at you. âWhat? Why, whatâs wrong with how it is now?â
âWell,â You wrapped your arms around his neck. âSome of these papers on the desk need organizing, the books can be put in a stack on the table over there, these empty beer bottles can be thrown out, the shotguns you have near the bed can be put awayâŚâ
âThereâs nothing wrong with anything you just mentioned,â he grumbled.
âOh, really? So the other night when you were doing that thingââ
âThat thing you really like,â he interrupted, smirking cockily at you.
You had to keep from rolling your eyes and smirking yourself. âWhen I moved, I knocked into the shotgun and it fell. It almost went off. You remember that?â
âNothing happened or went off, well, except you.â His smirk got even bigger. âYou remember that?â
This time you gently swatted at his shoulder. âDean.â
He heard the warning in your no-nonsense tone and laughed, leaning in to kiss you. âAlright,â he whispered to your lips. âIâll put the shotguns up out of the way. But everything else stays.â
You huffed out an exasperated breath. One of these days when he wasnât looking, you swore youâd do as exactly as youâd suggested. Clear out the empty bottles and stack the books at the very least.Â
âHey, itâs all about compromise, right? Speaking of that,â He turned you around in his arms and you were once again facing the laundry basket heâd left on the floor. âFind a space and keep some of âem in here.â
A pleasant shock ran through you. âAre you sure?â You whispered.
He slowly turned you back around and gently cupped your chin. âYeah, sweetheart, Iâm sure. Youâre practically sleeping in here every night, anyway. Iâd rather you not have to put back on the same clothes from the night before or walk naked down to your room. Then again, nakedâŚâ
You glared up at him, making him chuckle and brush his lips against yours. âI just didnât want to crowd you,â you admitted after a moment. âItâs your space. If Iâm in here too much, I canââ
 âI want you here.â You gazed into his green eyes, unsure, but all you saw staring back at you was softness with a glint of earnestness. He was telling you the truth; he really wanted you to stay.Â
âOkay,â you agreed with a shy smile.
He beamed at you and then picked you up, making you gasp loudly and wrap your legs around his waist. âNot that youâre gonna be needing them right now.â
You shook your head and kissed him as he walked you both towards the bed. When he had you on it, you could hear the music coming from the forgotten headphones. âIs thatâŚWhitesnake?â
Dean smirked down at you. âUh huh. One sec.â He reached over, quickly clicked something on his phone, and the music suddenly changed. You smiled when a familiar song started up.
âReally?â
âWhat? Itâs our song.â
You framed his face with your hands, looking up at him affectionately. âDean Winchester, secretly sentimental and sensitive guy extraordinaire,â you teased him.
âShut up,â he mumbled. âIâm not any of that crap. Itâs the first song we made good use of Babyâs backseat to, thatâs all. Now that youâre staying in here, we gotta celebrate.â
Romantic. You rolled your eyes but smiled. âLike I said, sentimental.â You pulled him down to you and kissed him sweetly. Needless to say, he had been right; you hadnât needed your clothes for a little while.
You took in a ragged breath, your fingers gently touching over the papers on his desk. While you hated the empty beer bottles and you didnât want to end up possibly shot with a salt round during a passionate moment of sex, you really hadnât minded how he had things. You knew this was the first home he and Sam ever really had. He could keep things messy or disorganized if he wanted to; he had more than earned the right. It might sound silly to someone else but he deserved to experience living in a home, mess and all, like everyone did at some point in their lives. Not only did he not have a place to do that since heâd been four years old, heâd never felt comfortably settled in anywhere ever to be able to do it. You remembered him and Sam telling you how long it had taken Dean to settle into this room, to think of the Bunker as not just theirs but home. Youâd kick the crap out of anyone who tried to take that away from him, and you would be the last person to try to do it yourself. You still thanked him when he hung the shotguns up on the wall; you were beyond grateful. That time, he was the one who went off and quite happily.
A sob nearly tore its way out of your chest when you saw his handwriting on one of the papers. Your fingertips traced each letter. How could he really be gone?
You ran your fingers over an open file, wondering what he had been looking at, when you heard the clicking of nails on the floor behind you. You spun, lifting your gun, to find Sam standing in the doorway, watching you with wide eyes as a dog appeared beside him. That must have been what youâd heard. You lowered the gun and let out a relieved breath. âWhat are you doing here?â
You winced internally at your question. He had every right to be here, this was his home. You were the intruder.
âThe monitoring system we set up⌠I was alerted that someone was in the Bunker. I locked it down and I know only he and I had the keys, so I didnât know ifâŚâ You watched as he compulsively swallowed.
You turned back to the desk. âI get that. Where were you, by the way? Why did you lock it down?â He didnât answer for a moment when you glanced over your shoulder at him, seeing his gaze glued to the ground. âSam?â
His eyes flicked up to yours and he swallowed again. âI was on my way to Austin. For a case. But thenâŚâ He gestured towards you. âI turned around and headed back to see.â You noticed he didnât mention why he had locked the Bunker down but then again, he didnât really need to. Who else would be coming here now that Dean, Cas, and Jack were gone? Mary was gone as well as most of the other hunters youâd worked with over the past couple of years. Apocalypse World Bobby was still up in Minnesota somewhere. Apocalypse World Charlie and Stevie had moved East, choosing to retire after what happened with Chuck temporarily disappearing everyone. Garth and Bess still lived in their home with their family. Jody and the girls had their own operation up in Sioux Falls with Donna lending a hand every now and then. And youâŚwell, you never told Sam where you were.Â
You gave him a slow nod and dropped your eyes back down to the desk, running your fingers over the pages of an open lore book Dean had been reading. It was probably ridiculous but you thought maybe you could somehow still feel him here (though you did not want him to be a ghost), that perhaps by touch or sight or smell even that you could somehow connect to what his last days had been like. You wondered if he somehow knew deep down or if he hadnât seen it coming. Even though he had always told you that he didnât see a good ending for himself down the road, that he was forever bound to this life, you knew he also secretly fantasized about his life going in a different direction, one heâd included you in once upon a time. You then wondered if there was a girl somewhere who was either waiting for a phone call she would never get or was crying her eyes out because Sam had given her the news like he had you. It hurt to think that maybe he had found someone that he envisioned another future with instead of you, with someone he knew without a shadow of a doubt that Chuck hadnât inserted into his life as a manipulation or a story device. Someone that he didnât question what he had with them, if it was real. Though at the same time, you hoped he found a little piece of happiness. You still loved him enough to want that for him.
You briefly closed your eyes in pain when you remembered that last night you spent with him, telling him you loved him. You truly meant it and even though he hurt you again and again, you still did. You forced the thought away and instead chose to focus on the open book in front of you. âWhat was he working on?â You choked out, quietly clearing your throat once you heard how rough your voice sounded.
You turned the page, seeing mentions of witches and vampires, when you realized Sam never answered you. You glanced back at him, arching your brows in question.
Samâs eyes were wide and laser focused on your body, his mouth hanging open. Shit.
You shouldâve known that despite the dark clothing you were wearing, the long black coat you were sporting, turning away from him, that you wouldnât be able to hide your secret much longer. Truthfully, it wasnât even something youâd thought about when you set out for the bunker. Had Sam been here when you arrived, he probably would have seen it then.
You turned towards the younger Winchester and Samâs eyes flickered up to you. âAre youâŚ?â
âYes, Sam.â
Sam closed his mouth and swallowed, glancing back and forth between you and your protruding belly. You read the clear question in his eyes that he was burning to ask. Â
âYouâre going to be an uncle.â
Except the few times heâd been close to death, youâd never seen Sam look so pale.
You and Sam sat on the edge of Deanâs bed, Miracle (as youâd come to find out was the dogâs name) laid at your feet, his head on his paws.
âHow?â Sam finally asked you.
You snorted in amusement. âYou know how.â
âNo, I mean⌠Why didnât you tell Dean? Did you tell Dean? Because he didnât tell me and I donât think thatâs something he wouldnât have told me.â
You wet your lips with your tongue, feeling the heavy weight of guilt and sadness wrap around you once more. âNo. I didnât tell him,â you whispered. It was now the biggest regret of your life, right before the second biggest one of you walking out of the bunker the morning youâd last seen him and not fighting harder to get him to let you back in.
âWere you ever going to?â
Your eyes snapped to Sam at the judgment clear as day in his tone and they narrowed. âNo, I wasnât. He made it pretty clear he wanted nothing more to do with me or anything related to me. So, no, Sam, I wasnât,â you snapped.
He pressed his lips into a thin line and looked down at his lap.
You turned your gaze forward again, taking a breath to tamp down the familiar anger and resentment that youâd worked so hard to try to let go of. After a moment, you rubbed at your forehead. âYes,â you muttered. âI donât know. I think soâŚâ
Sam stayed quiet and let you sort through your thoughts which you were grateful for. Youâd been caught completely off guard by the pregnancy yourself. When you found out, you thought back to how you unwisely didnât take your usual precautions and since you and Dean had broken up long before that, you hadnât been too concerned with maintaining your birth control.Â
Youâd thought over your options. Bringing a kid into the hunting lifestyle was the worst thing you could do to it. Dean and Sam were living proof. Their mom herself had known it which was why she tried to get out when she married their dad. Not to mention, it would make you vulnerable in your line of work and the kid would always be in danger, always have a target on its back. Plus, you were pretty sure that even if you told Dean, heâd be less than thrilled. He always told you he didnât want kids, for the very reasons you were now facing. And did you really want to bring a kid into the world that Chuck was about to end, only to have a father who was dismissive of it, or even hated it? You didnât think Dean would be capable, heâd been great with Jack and Ben after all, but this was different. This kid would have his blood, his genes, would look like him somewhat. Sure, he had that in Emma once and that had torn him up, but this would also be different. This was for the long haul. And thatâs only if he even wanted to be in this kidâs life. Which he might opt not to. How could you do that to your child? So you considered choosing to end the pregnancy, which would have been a true mercy given everything stacked against it before it would be born, but eventually you decided otherwise.Â
Youâd heard the babyâs heartbeat on a checkup while you were still mulling it over, and that was it. Dean wanted to know if what you had was real or not? Here it was, its little heart thumping away deep within your body. After that visit, youâd decided the hell with it. You were someone who believed everything happened for a reason, well before things with Chuck went bad though you still operated on this age-old belief most of the time. You were having a kid, one who would be half of you and half of Dean, the love of your life for all intents and purposes. Though it had hurt when he dismissed you that morning, perhaps this had been the reason why he called you out of the blue, wanting you to come to him, and why you went despite knowing what would most likely happen and how much pain it would cause you.
So you made a decision to start pulling out of hunting. Donna rented her family cabin in Hibbing to you. Bobby hadnât been back since Mary died so it was sitting empty and unused. You hid the pregnancy as best you could but ultimately, once the first trimester was over and you had popped, you couldnât hide it anymore. Donna found out though she never knew who the father was. She didnât pry which you appreciated. When she called you to warn you that Billie was making people disappear left and right, a familiar fear clawed at your chest. Not only fear for your child but also the fear of what if Dean found out about it. That was the only thing that kept you from offering to come down to Kansas to help.Â
âWeâre going into some place warded to protect us. You should do the same. I can send you pictures of the sigils theyâre using.â
âOkay, thanks. Are you sure youâre going to be alright?â
âYeah, donât you worry. Weâll figure this out. You just stay safe in the cabin. You andâŚwell, you know.â
You appreciated her staying discreet when you heard Samâs voice in the background. âI will. Thanks, D.â
âYou betcha. Talk soon.â
You hung up and Donna did indeed send you the pictures. You did your best with what you had but it didnât matter in the end. The last thing you remembered was painting a sigil on the window and then everything went black. The next thing you knew, you were back at the window, your finger extended towards the glass, the half-finished sigil staring back at you. You noticed the sun was in a different position in the sky than it had been and you immediately grabbed your cell phone. Two days had passed. How?Â
It hit you then what happened and you dropped the phone with a cry, immediately grabbing at your stomach. You ran for the machine Jody had shipped to you after Donna told her. At the time youâd been annoyed, but right now, you couldnât be happier at the sheriff knowing about your pregnancy once your babyâs heartbeat echoed throughout the bedroom. You let out a huge sigh of relief, rubbing your belly affectionately. âWe had quite a scare there, didnât we, kiddo?â
It dawned on you then that while you had vanished, you were back, baby and all. Did that mean everyone else was back, too? You went back downstairs for your cell phone and immediately called Donna. Yep, everyone was back, they had all disappeared, and it wasnât Billie but Chuck who had done it. You asked after Dean and Sam and that was when she told you about Cas and then Jack. You knew both brothers would be devastated, especially Dean, and you considered breaking your radio silence to call him. However, you chickened out at the last second and called Sam instead to check in.
Itâs not that a part of you didnât want to tell Dean he was going to be a father, it was that you were scared of what would happen when you did. Originally, you had feared that he would turn his back on you completely, more importantly on his kid, but now you were worried that maybe it would be the exact opposite. While you would be happy for him to be actively involved in your childâs life as its dad, you also knew Dean. He would try to resume things between you, make it work for the kidâs sake. Just look at how long he tried to make it work with Lisa for Benâs sake. Not that he didnât love her and he ended up leaving to protect them, but even Lisa knew his heart wasnât in it. While that had been for different reasons involving hunting and Samâs reappearance in his life, he still tried to make it work. But as heâd told you, the family thing didnât work for him, and besides he already had a family with Sam, Cas, and Jack. You hadnât missed how he didnât include you in that group; you supposed you shouldâve known then.Â
You didnât want him to fake wanting to be with you just to give your kid some semblance of a family life that Dean himself hadnât really had. You didnât know if you could take him forcing himself to kiss you goodnight before turning his back on you every single night. Or forcing a smile when heâd come home after a long day and you were the first thing he saw when he stepped inside. It was a ridiculous fear to have, you knew that, and you should be stronger than this â you were stronger than this. Not to mention, you knew you were being selfish and not at all fair to your baby or Dean. But the images kept replaying over and over in your mind, making you flinch, and you told yourself youâd tell him the next day. The next day turned into next week, then the next month. Before you knew it, you were in your third trimester and you were getting a call from his younger brother to inform you of his untimely death.
Maybe thatâs really why you raced down here from Hibbing. Maybe thatâs why you wanted to see for yourself that he was gone. Not only to confirm that the man who had your heart was gone for good, but also so you could tell him, hoping he might hear it wherever he now was. Or maybe by some act of mercy Jack could relay it to him, wherever Jack was. It was cowardly, you were a coward, and you hated yourself for it. You knew you should have told Dean months ago, after you found out that he and Sam had beaten Chuck, Jack was in charge of the universe now, and the world was not coming to an end anytime soon. Regardless, you couldnât turn back the clock.
A tear escaped that you quickly wiped away, not caring if Sam saw or not. âYou know, when you first told me about Dean, I considered a demon deal.â
Samâs head snapped up. âNo! Thatâs not what he would want! No!â
You held out a placating hand. âI know. Iâm not going to do that.â He seemed to deflate slightly in relief. âI canât, anyway.â You motioned to your bulging stomach. âI couldnât do that to my kid. Only be around for 10 years and then poof, Iâm gone? Even if it had Dean, if Dean wanted it that is, itâs still terrible to do that to a kid.â You winced slightly when you realized you were saying this to Sam Winchester of all people.
âDean wouldâve wanted it,â he assured you quietly.
You grimaced and dropped your gaze down to the dog who was staring up at you. âMaybe.â You reached down to pet his head.Â
Sam placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. âHe wouldâve.â
You stayed quiet for a moment, thinking over his words, when you murmured, âIs there any way to get him back?â
Sam let you go and his hazel eyes began to shimmer. âNo,â he choked out. âI, uh, checked with Jack and he said it was his time. SoâŚno.â
âWhat?â You snapped, getting to your feet. âAfter everything youâve done for that kid? He justââ
Sam got to his feet, tenderly cradling your shoulders. âI know. I didnât want to hear it either butâŚJackâs right.â Your jaw dropped, ready to let some f-bombs fly (which you usually tried to avoid since the baby could now hear you), when Samâs hands moved up to your face, trying to get you to listen. âHe was ready to go. Jack confirmed it. Deanâs in Heaven and heâs at peace.â
Tears were on the edge of falling when you heard that. âHeâs in Heaven?â
Sam nodded, a tear making its way down his cheek. âYeah. He is.â
If Dean was in HeavenâŚwell, then that was some consolation at least. Just when he thought heâd never make it there thanks to his being a demon for a short stint, being killed by a Hell Hound, and everything that had occurred over the years â even some of the things heâd done. But that also meant he was gone, for good this time. It was confirmed; he wasnât coming back. It hit you like a freight train and it punched a huge hole in your chest. You felt as if you were falling, falling, and would never stop. Dean wasâŚgone. âThen heâsâŚâ
âHeâs gone,â Sam confirmed. âHeâs not coming back.â
Your knees buckled and you nearly fell, Sam thankfully having caught you. You heard a wailing sound but you had no idea where it was coming from until you felt it ripping its way out of your body. Sam gingerly picked you up in his arms and moved you onto the bed. You were violently sobbing and you barely noticed Sam holding you, gently rocking you back and forth, his own tears falling into your hair. Miracle had jumped up and laid next to you, whining quietly and trying to shove his head under your hands, rubbing his body carefully against your belly.Â
There was no way. No way that this was real. This had to be a nightmare. But when you heard Sam sniffle above you, choking out, âItâs going to be okay, Y/N. I promise, itâs going to be okay,â you knew that it wasnât. Memories of Deanâs face, his laugh, his smiles, his touch, his scent, the way he looked at you when youâd both been happy together, his kisses, the way he felt like home in a way that no other person or place ever could, the way he made you feel safe â all of it smashed over you like a tidal wave and it didnât let up. Dean Winchester, the man youâd loved with all of your heart, the man whose child you now carried inside of you, was gone. And there was nothing you could do to bring him back.
Dean had just pulled the Impala over at a beautiful spot, where you could see natureâs beauty for miles. He rested back against Baby and marveled at it all. There was even a double rainbow that showed up and Dean chuckled, knowing that had to be Jackâs doing considering there hadnât been any rain. Then he wondered if it did rain at all. How did things like that work up here anyhow?
He was still enjoying the view when Jack popped in next to him.Â
âThere he is.â Dean grinned and went to give him a hug before he thought better of it. âAm I still allowed toâŚyou know?â
Jack smiled. âOf course. I like hugs.â
Dean laughed and embraced him tightly. âThanks, kid. For everything you did up here, I mean. Bobby told me.â He pulled back, clapping his shoulder in thanks. âSo, whereâs Cas?â
âHeâll be along shortly but first, I need to show you something.â
Deanâs brows furrowed but he shrugged. âOkay.â
Jack placed a hand on Deanâs shoulder and next thing Dean knew, he was back in his old room at the Bunker. âWhoa,â he whispered, thinking Jack and Cas had built the Bunker just for him. He would be able to wait for Sam here, in his home. He hoped the TV in the Dean Cave worked and that he still had access to his music. Babyâs radio had worked so he had high hopes. He was about to thank Jack when his eyes suddenly caught sight of someone in his bed. Well, two someones.Â
He glanced towards Jack who gave him a subtle nod, silently encouraging him to get closer. Dean shot him a confused look but did move closer. When he caught sight of you, his heart dropped into his stomach. Even being dead, he felt the same exact thing he felt the last time he had seen you. You were the one who got away, or more appropriately, the one he pushed away.Â
Sure, heâd been confused when he found out everything in his life was a lie when Chuck revealed himself to be a giant dick, but he did love you. He had such trouble reconciling the two: what he knew to be true and what his mind was telling him. No other romantic relationship had worked out for him, all two of them prior to you, and now he knew why. Chuck liked him better on his own, being the guy with no strings attached and rolling through town to save the girl, kill the monsters, get thanked, and move on his way. The only other person Chuck liked having in the Impala regularly was Sam. You, well, you he hadnât seen coming and after the Big Bad Chuck reveal, he had to wonder why.Â
He had never meant to hurt you, though he couldnât seem to stop from doing it. If things werenât real between you all of this time, he didnât want to keep pretending like they were. That wasnât fair to either of you and he certainly didnât want to continue stringing you along when his heart was no longer in it like it used to be. So he let you go, as painful as it was and as wrong as it felt, he did the right thing by you. Then that night heâd called you out of the blue, heâd been torn up about Casâ revelations about Jackâs actual role in Billieâs plan, how badly he wanted Chuck gone, and how while he didnât want to sacrifice the kid, he wanted his and Samâs freedom more. Without thinking, heâd picked up the phone and dialed you. He shocked himself when he asked you to come over after hearing you werenât that far away, and you shocked him even more when you agreed.Â
Dean hadnât planned for you two to be intimate, but once you were there, right in front of him, it hit him hard how much he missed you, missed what you had together. So he made a move and you let him. Heâd put everything he had, everything he felt but couldnât tell you, into this stolen moment in time between you. And then the next morning, he thought it had all been a dream until he turned his head and saw you laying there, hair adorably disheveled, sheet covering you, doing something on your phone. It briefly reminded him of the many mornings heâd woken to find you in this exact same position, already up after a wild night, searching for cases. He wanted to bask in the comfort and familiarity for a moment longer, but when you turned and smiled at him, greeting him like you always had, he started kicking himself internally. He didnât want you to think that this meant things would change when he knew they wouldnât. He was being unfair to you and it wasnât right. Heâd been a selfish bastard and now he had to go into dick mode which would hurt you again. And sure enough, he knew he did when he saw your face fall as he easily dismissed you, not once but twice. He winced at the memory; he certainly didnât blame you for not taking his calls or returning his voicemails after that.
The truth was that while he had initially been confused about his feelings for you and their validity, he knew he cared deeply about you and the most important thing was keeping you safe. He didnât want you involved in the Chuck showdown, which is why he rudely dismissed you that morning, making up an excuse of a case in Duluth, something he knew youâd go along with. After watching you leave, as the door closed behind you, his heart fell into his stomach and he felt about three inches tall. He hated hurting you, hated pushing you away, but he knew it was for the best. You needed to be safe; not a target for Chuck.
After Chuck had been defeated and Jack took over, Dean realized in those months that heâd been a grade A idiot when it came to you. Sure, heâd been a cold dick, but he also had been a complete dumbass. He still loved you and he missed the hell out of you. What you had together had been something special that he stupidly threw away. There were quite a few nights after quite a few drinks, heâd picked up his phone and hovered over your number but he never actually called it. How could he even think of asking you to forgive him and give him another chance? After everything heâd said and done? He truly was a selfish bastard.Â
When he didnât call, he then switched over to all of the photos and videos he had taken of you and both of you together. As he heard your laughter, saw both of your smiles, watched how you looked at him and the affection youâd shown him, he continued drowning his sorrows. He wanted so much to talk to you, to apologize and explain, and ask if he could come see you, but he never let himself ask. He didnât deserve it; he knew that.Â
Now, here you were, asleep on his bed, Miracle curled up next to you. Staring down at you, he wondered how the hell he had ever let you go. And now, heâd never get to hold you again, feel your touch, or even share a conversation with you ever again. Even though Dean was at peace with his fate, regret languished within his chest the more he studied your face. He reached out to brush some hair back over your face but sadness overwhelmed him when he realized he couldnât even do that small simple touch. Not anymore.
Deanâs eyes narrowed when he noticed an arm curled around you, almost protectively, pinning you to another body. His gaze traveled up that arm to find his younger brother, asleep right behind you. That surprised him but he quickly put two and two together. You must have gone to the Bunker when Sam called you to tell you the news and here you were, in Deanâs room, asleep on his bed with his dog. And while he didnât begrudge you or his little brother some comfort you both might need, he didnât like the look of that embrace or that Samâs face was buried into the back of your neck.
Dean glanced back down at the arm, seeing Miracle staring right up at him. He couldnât help but smile at the canine who had been his companion for months before he died. âHey, boy,â he whispered, not sure if he would be heard or not but not wanting to startle you if he was. âHow are you?â
Miracle didnât seem to react at first, not until he got up and moved closer, wagging his tail. Dean went to try to pet the dog, hoping he could at least touch the animal, but he never got that far. His eyes zeroed in on just what Miracleâs body had been blocking.
His wide eyes flicked up to you, to Sam, back to you, and back to your fairly large and round stomach. The hell with being heard and possibly scaring you two. He glanced back to find Jack watching him. âWhat the hell is going on here, Jack?â
âTheyâre sleeping.â
âIâm aware of that,â he growled. âBut whatââ
Just then, Cas popped in next to Jack. When the angel saw Dean, he offered a soft smile. Dean felt himself relax slightly and a part of him wanted to go hug the angel but another part of him was nervous to. Plus, he really wanted to know what the hell was going on. He shifted his eyes towards Jack, his jaw tightening. âWhat the hell are you showing me?â
Cas glanced towards the bed, realization lighting his features, before he turned to Jack as well.
âThe present,â Jack simply answered.
Dean cursed under his breath, not caring that both Cas and Jack could hear him. âThe present of what? Because from where Iâm standing, it seems like some time has passed.â He gestured towards your stomach. He tried not to be angry with you or Sammy, he really did, but dammit, his brother knew how he felt about you! Him dying didnât change that! Besides, Sam had something going with Eileen last he knew, whatever happened to that?
âWhat youâre seeing is a few days after your death.â
Surprise ran through Dean at that revelation. So, this wasnât some screwed up future scene he was witnessing? His eyes roamed over you, coming to rest once again on your stomach. You were very pregnant, looking as if you might be ready to pop any day now, he wasnât sure. But one thing was clear; there was no way the baby was Samâs. Sam wouldnât have been able to keep that secret from him that long and he just didnât see you or Sam going behind his back like that while he was alive. You were pissed at him, maybe even hated him, but you would never do that to him. Nor would Sam. The only answer was that you had found someone else and you were starting a family with them. Now he understood your radio silence even more. You might currently be sad at the news of his death, awash in memories in his room to where youâd fallen asleep on his bed and Sam had to comfort you, but you had truly moved on. That burned him even more. While he was happy if you were happy, knowing youâd found someone who wouldnât break your heart and would treat you better than he ever could, a part of him was saddened by this knowledge. He knew you were too good for him, that you deserved better, but to see it confirmed in such a way, well, it was heartbreaking.
âSo if sheâs⌠Then sheâsâŚâ He couldnât even put it into words; it hurt too much.
Jack clasped Deanâs shoulder. âThe child is yours, Dean.â
Dean wasnât alive anymore but if he had been, his heart would have stopped. He turned to Jack, shocked. âWhat?â
âYouâre going to be a father,â Jack supplied, letting him go.
âButâŚhow?â Deanâs gaze fell on you once more.
Cas suddenly appeared on his other side. âYou donât remember how you conceived the child?â
âWhat? No, I justâŚâ
âDean,â Jack called.Â
When he turned to look at the new God, the latter held up a glowing finger to him that almost reminded him of that movie E.T. âWhat are you gonna do with that? Check my temperature?â Speaking of E.T., hadnât that been one of the last movies picked for movie night before the Chuck showdown?
Jack smiled and touched the finger to his forehead. Within seconds, Dean was reliving every single moment between you two:
âŚWhen youâd met.Â
âŚWhen he decided heâd liked you while you decided you didnât like him too much.
âŚHis constant flirting and trying to win you over.
âŚYour begrudging friendship that then grew into something more.
âŚYour relationship.
âŚYour breakup.
âŚAll of the times youâd been in pain because of him.
âŚThat last night.
âŚThe next morning.Â
Then the memories shifted to yours from after that morning:Â
âŚYou finding out about the pregnancy a couple of months later.
âŚYour hemming and hawing over calling him to tell him.
âŚYour fears.
âŚWhen youâd vanished with everyone else.
âŚYour panic upon your reappearance.
âŚThe time you spent getting ready to retire from hunting and set up a normal life in Hibbing while preparing for the baby.
âŚThe call from Sam with the news of his death.
âŚYour regret at not telling him about his child and your drive down here.
âŚYour conversation with Sam.
âŚYour collapsing in grief at finally realizing that he was gone and not coming back.
All of it that led to the scene he was witnessing now. He felt everything you felt, heard every thought, saw every tear, every smile.Â
By the time Jack pulled away, Deanâs eyes were wet. He wasnât sure how he was able to produce tears as a dead man but he did. Not only did he feel how deeply heâd hurt you, but he also felt just how deeply you loved him. He already knew heâd been an idiot when it came to you, but he really had no clue before this just how incredibly stupid heâd been. It had always been real between you. That hadnât been Chuck. Not by a long shot.
Dean discreetly wiped his eyes. âSend me back.â His tone was firm and he wasnât really asking.
âIâm sorry, Dean, but your time on Earth is up.â
Dean turned a menacing glare onto Jack. New God or not, he didnât care. âSheâs having my kid and she needs me. They both need me. Sam, too. After everything Iâve done for this world, you owe me.â Jack stared him down, unbothered by the taller manâs attempt to make demands. âNow I appreciate the Fixer Upper: Heaven Edition, I really do, but I should be with them. I deserve a shot at this and you know it.â
Jack mused on that for a moment before staring up at Dean sadly. âIâm afraid it doesnât work like that.â
Dean scoffed. âThen why bother showing me any of this? Why bother telling me that itâs my kid sheâs about to have? Whatâs the point, dammit?â
âYou were afraid that you had left nothing behind of value, except Sam and your beloved car. Afraid that your life hadnât amounted to anything in the end. No matter how many people you saved, no matter how many connections you made, no matter what good you did. â Jack gestured towards you. âIt did amount to something. You are leaving behind something, something important. A legacy,â Jack gestured to your stomach. âA family,â he waved his hand over you and Sam.Â
Deanâs jaw clenched and he ignored the stinging in the corner of his eyes. âSo this was just to show me what I can never have. The girl, the kid, the lifeâŚthatâs just aces,â he muttered.
âNo, Dean,â Cas spoke up. âWhat Jack is trying to explain isââ
â--your life amounted to more than you thought it had,â Jack finished.
Dean watched as Miracle went back and curled up against your belly once more, his head on his paws as he watched the scene in front of him. The corner of Deanâs lips tipped up into a smile. It was almost as if the dog knew it was his kid in there. And he was determined to protect it in Deanâs absence. His smile faded though when he thought of how he wouldnât be able to see his kid, at all. Heâd had enough of this. âThatâs great. Appreciate the pep talk, fellas. Now, if you could send me back so I can actually raise my legacy and take care of my family, thatâd be much appreciated.â
Jack and Cas exchanged a glance. Dean knew he wasnât winning this one but that didnât mean he wouldnât keep trying. âItâs not your time yet,â Jack answered cryptically.
Deanâs head snapped in his direction. âWhat the hell does that mean?â
âIt means that now your time is in Heaven, not Earth. And itâs best if you return to it.â Before Jack could snap his fingers, Dean held up a hand.
âWhoa, wait! Thatâs it? Youâre not even gonna let me stick around to see what Iâm gonna have?â
Jack smiled once more. âYouâre going to have a son. A strong, healthy son.â
Dean reeled from that information. âA son?â He choked out.
Jack gave him a happy nod and held his fingers up again.
âWait, wait! Iâm serious, Jack. Why canât I stick around?â
âYou know what happens to ghosts, Dean. Besides, youâve already been admitted to Heaven.â
âBut you can do something about that, right? Like bring me back?â When Jack didnât respond, Dean became desperate. âAt least let me check in on them every now and then or something! Youâre telling me you canât even do that? Youâre freaking God!â
Jackâs smile faded. âYouâre not an angel, Dean.â
âNo,â Cas interrupted. âBut I am.â Cas stretched out his wings that were a lot brighter than Dean remembered. If he wasnât dead, he was pretty sure he would at they very least be blinded from the brightness right about now. âI can take him back when heâs ready and I can escort him on any future visits.â
Dean was shocked but also beyond grateful at Casâ offer. While they hadnât spoken yet about how things were left between them before The Empty took away the angel, he couldnât imagine it would be easy for Cas to watch as he pined over someone else, as he watched his kid grow, but Dean was grateful all the same.Â
Jack appeared to think this over before meeting Casâ intent gaze. âYou will make sure to bring him back each time.â At Casâ nod, Jack gave him a knowing yet affectionate smile. âI expect you to keep to the rules during these visits.â
âOf course,â Cas agreed.
Jack then glanced over at Dean. âIf youâre worried about her and your child, you donât need to be. Sam is going to watch over them.â Deanâs eyes widened slightly and his head snapped in your direction, his eyes shifting to Samâs arm around you.
âWhat the hell does that mean?â He demanded.
âIt means that your family is going to be safe. Theyâre going to stick together. Sam is going to help Y/N raise your son. He wonât allow any harm to come to them.âÂ
His jaw tightened, thinking it should be his arm over you, him behind you, him helping you raise your kid, you two together. He should be the one to take his son fishing, teach him about girls when he got older, show him how to keep Baby going, be the father his old man had the potential to be but minus a few things. Heâd do whatever it took to keep the kid out of hunting, to give him a shot at a full happy life. Heâd give up hunting himself in order to make it happen. And youâŚif youâd take him back, heâd never leave your side. Hell, heâd marry you if you let him. After Jack had caught him up to speed on everything you went through, everything you had felt and were feeling, heâd spend the rest of his life making it up to you, letting you know every single day just how much he loved you, if only youâd let him. If only Jack would allow him to come back. It felt beyond wrong that he wasnât there and Sam was stepping into his place. Sam shouldnât have to; he should be able to go and build his own family with Eileen or whoever, get married, have a couple of kids, buy a house, get out of hunting and go back to school â do whatever he wanted with his life. Not this.
âDean.â
His eyes slowly lifted to Jackâs, who was a lot closer now than he had been before. He laid a reassuring hand on the manâs shoulder. âItâs as it should be. After you died, Sam was lost. Sheâs going to need help when the child is born.â He stared at Dean meaningfully. âThey all need this.â
Deanâs gaze briefly roamed over the three of you on the bed before landing on Jack again. He thought back to his cryptic words from before. âWill I ever meet my kid? Get to see her again? Outside of Heaven?â
Jackâs expression didnât change nor did he say anything but he squeezed his shoulder. That was the only response Dean was going to get apparently.Â
Dean huffed a snort and shook his head.
âI told you, Dean. There would be no more meddling with the world from on high. I will not repeat Chuckâs mistakes. Everything is as it should be.â
Deanâs jaw clenched and he dropped his gaze. No, everything wasnât as it should be. He made up his mind then to talk to Bobby when he got back. There had to be something he could do to get back to Earth, to get back to you and Sam and the babyâŚto get back to you all. If he couldnât convince Jack to send him back, heâd find some other way.
Jack released him as Cas came to stand next to Dean. âIâll see you back in Heaven.â He then looked at Cas. âNot too long.â
Cas gave him a nod and like that, Jack disappeared, leaving the angel and the hunter alone. Dean wasnât thinking about how that might have set them up to talk about Casâ last words to him before dying; right now, his focus was on you.
âCas, pleaseâŚcan I touch her?â
âDeanâŚâ
âPlease,â he begged. âJust one last time. Iâm not gonna get to be with her or raise my kid. I just want to touch her one last time. Please, Cas.â
Cas thought it over and then moved closer to the bed, leaning down to place two fingers against your forehead. Deanâs brows furrowed when he noticed a golden glow appear from the touch. âWhoa, whoa, Cas. What are you doing?â
âIâm giving you what you asked for. Y/Nâs a light sleeper, like all of you hunters. If she wakes up, she could think sheâs being attacked by a ghost or some other entity. I doubt you want that.â He pulled away and gave Dean a look.
âNo,â Dean quietly agreed. Cas moved away to make room to let him in. Dean gingerly sat on the bed, about to touch you when he glanced up at the angel, unsure. Cas gave him a nod and Dean turned to gently run the backs of his fingers down your cheek. He felt your warm and soft skin this time when he came into contact with you and he let out a small breath of relief, sadness filling his chest.Â
âIâm so sorry, Y/N. Had I known, I wouldâveâŚâ He supposed it didnât really matter what he wouldâve done. âI shouldâve been there. You shouldnât have had to go through all this alone. I should be there with you now, ready to help you take care of the kid. IâŚâ He tenderly moved your hair behind your ear. âIâm sorry, sweetheart. I never wanted to hurt you, but I had to keep you safe. I didnât want you to become a target for Chuck. And I never shouldâveâŚâ He could feel a familiar stinging at the corners of his eyes and he wasnât surprised that his voice was a bit gruffer when he next spoke. âI knew what we had was real. I know I questioned it for a second there but I always knew. Thatâs why it was so important to me that you were safe. But it doesnât make what I did and said okay. And Iâm sorry for that.â He ran his fingers lightly over your lips, wishing he could kiss you one last time, feeling you kissing him back. âI love you,â he whispered, a single tear falling down his cheek that he hastily wiped away. He stroked the apple of your cheek tenderly with his thumb. âAnd I always will.â
Not really wanting to pull away from you but knowing he was on a time clock, he reluctantly moved his fingers away from your face and laid his hand on your belly. He couldnât feel anything except the taut skin underneath his fingertips, but it was enough to make him smile. âBeing that youâre my kid, youâre probably going to give your mom a run for her money. Try not to make her too crazy, huh?â He let out a watery sounding laugh. âIâm sorry I canât be there but your Uncle Sammy is going to make sure you and your mom are taken care of. Okay? Heâs going to show you how to toss a ball around, help you with your homework, all that stuff. Just do me a favor, though. Donât let him feed you kale the whole time and donât let him get you into his true crime podcasts. The guy is a classic nerd, donât let him turn you into one, too.â His smile slowly faded. âSaying all that, heâs one of the best guys I've ever known and I know heâll be good to you, be good to your mom. So cut him some slack when you get older, alright?â He rubbed his thumb in gentle circles. âTake care of your mom for me. Iâll be watching over both of you. I hope I get to meet you someday.â Unable to resist, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your stomach before sitting up and coming face to face with Miracle. The dog quietly whined and Dean gave him one last good head scratch. âYou look out for them, okay buddy?â The dog whined again and Dean patted him.
âDean,â Cas gently called.
Dean nodded and slowly got to his feet. His eyes shifted to Sam who was sound asleep, giving him a soft smile. âThanks for taking care of them, Sammy,â he whispered. He didnât vocalize that it was only temporary, that he was hell bent and determined to find a way to get back. His eyes then landed on you and he reached out to you one last time, trailing a fingertip along the dried tear tracks on your cheek. âCas, can we just stay until they wake up?â
âDean, Jack saidââ
âI know what Jack said,â Dean snapped, glancing back at the angel whose parted lips pressed into a thin line. Dean immediately felt sorry for snapping at him; it wasnât Casâ fault and he wasnât angry with him. He softened his tone. âI just want to be here when she wakes up. Thatâs all.â Cas seemed to be wrestling with his request. âPlease, Cas,â he begged. âI just want to see her like this, awake.â He was slightly embarrassed at admitting that to his best friend but he wasnât sure when heâd be allowed to visit again (and what he might be able to figure out to get himself back or how long it would take), and he had the strongest urge to see you up and about, walking around, pregnant with his kid. Not to mention he wanted to hear your voice one last time. âPlease,â he whispered in a broken plea.
Cas stared at him for a moment before giving him a nod. âBut after she wakes, we go back.â
âThank you, Cas.â He meant it. While he highly doubted Cas would get into any real trouble on his behalf, he knew how difficult it must be for the angel to unwillingly push against Jackâs rules. Dean turned back to you, carefully sitting down next to you, caressing your face. âSleep, sweetheart. Iâll keep you safe,â he murmured. He also made you a silent promise: he would do whatever it took to get back to you. His eyes briefly roamed to your stomach. To get back to both of you. Fate and the universe and all that crap be damned.
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As of Batman: The Brave and the Bold #12, local precious-gremlin-who-I-would-die-for, Maps Mizoguchi, is now officially(?) the sixth Robin. Or at the very least, she's now "in" on The Secretâ˘.
If this isnât a set up for her taking up the Robin mantle officially then I genuinely donât know what is.
As one of the twelve Gotham Academy enjoyers in existence, I am having the extremely normal reaction of "FUCKING FINALLY! LET'S FUCKING GOOOOO--!"
In all honesty, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't seen this coming from miles away. Like, Maps has appeared in a number of seemingly random cameo roles recently, including Batgirls (2021), and even technically as Robin in the backup issues of Batman (2016) #119-121, and in a short story in Batman Black & White. And most of those got collected in a standalone titled "Maps of Mystery", which specifically gathered all her appearances as Robin (and the Gotham Academy Belle Reve story).
And then, of course, her recent time-travelling Future-Trunks-esque appearance in Birds of Prey (2023), as the tech-based Meridian, from a potential future timeline where she apparently makes it as a superhero using gadgets she apparently designed, proving that she's hero material.
That's not something you do for a character for no reason. That's the sort of thing you do when you want to keep a character in the conscience of your readers for whatever reason, because you have bigger plans for them.
Also interesting to consider that, in the "Mother's Day" story where this took place, Alfred is standing right there and not lying down six feet under wood, dirt and a stone slab, and that Bruce is in the old Batcave under the manor so he still has Moneyâ˘. So we must assume this was some nebulous time in the past (after GA: Second Semester(?), but before City of Bane)... which I won't bother to analyse the exact timeframe of because DC doesn't care about the post-Flashpoint / New 52 / Rebirth / Prime Earth / idfk / Dawn of DC timeline, so neither should I.
But I think it's really funny that this presumably means Maps has known The Secret⢠for a long time relative to present-day comics, but always acted like she didn't.
But if all her appearances are in chronological order, that means Bruce is only the fourth Bat whose identity she discovered.
Like, she discovered Cass' identity almost by accident on a trip to the zoo, Damian showed off his grapple gun and gave her an actual Batarang during the three hours he was enrolled in the school (as if she wouldn't immediately put two-and-two together even back then), and she even found out Terry fucking McGuinness would become Batman in a future via a time-travelling grandfather clock.
No I did not make that last part up. Read Gotham Academy istg.
Did Cass know that Maps had been acting as a Robin when she met her, both at the zoo in Batgirls and her future version in Birds of Prey?
Does Damian know the one (1) friend(?) he made in Gotham Academy is potentially in the running for his job?
Is Bruce himself aware that she knows as much about their identities as she currently does?
How is DC going to retcon this so it all makes sense in the barely-functioning canon of the modern DC universe?
I'm digressing. Where was I going with this?
Point is, she's destined to become a Robin, and I'm glad DC finally pulled their fingers out their asses and capitalised on that destiny.
Let's just hope it doesn't take another year for them to follow up on this plotline again.
Bonus: Jason Todd, after learning of Bruce taking yet another happy kid under his wing as yet another Robin, giving her some advice:
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Escape Reality | Part 0
PAIRINGS: Batfam X Reader (platonic), Jason Todd X Reader (romantic)
âWhy did you choose to get a dog? And why did you choose to walk him before the beginning of a storm? Well⌠you canât say you regret it.
AU/Trope: Isekai
Rating: SFW (as always)
⼠[Part 0] - [Part 1] (not yet out)
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A/Note: Heavily inspired by the amazing and incredible @daydreams-to-passages ! They wrote something I hadnât even thought of which evolved into this fic! I really just expanded on their ideas so this is like 70% them! This is a little short but it's really just a prologue.
Oh, and lastly: if you know me IRL no you fucking donât!
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When you got a dog⌠well, every dog owner knows the joys of walking their perfectly well behaved dog. It's sometimes the best thing in the world! If you were to pick up into a light jog, your puppies ears would flap up and down- his fur blowing back as a nice breeze and cool weather egg you on for more of that same old walking.
But no, when you got a dog⌠well letâs just say you werenât prepared to actually own a dog. You had just moved to New York, into a shitty cramped apartment, and you were lonely and depressed and whatâs a good fix for all that? Getting a dog! A larger then a corgi sized dog. Weighing in at around 50 pounds was your new pride and joy! Your new terror and the reason why you now stay up later thinking âwhy the hell did I get a dog when I canât afford my own food?â You made a choice and now your life was unraveling around you because of said choice.
But⌠you also felt guilty. It wasnât erm⌠âFidoââs choice to live with you. So youâd buy his food before your own just to make sure you can afford his, and youâd try and take him on walks every single day. Because, that small crappy apartment is doing nothing for âBuddyââŚ?
So yes, walking a dog is so relaxing and fun! If you can afford to take the time or buy training classes where they teach him how to⌠walk on a leash.
BARK BARK BARK!!
âThe pigeons are gone, dude!â You huff and tug him away from the side of the sidewalk- across you was the park, where a lovely old women was feeding birds. Keyword: was. You dog⌠âbearâ, was so unstimulated and just badly behaved⌠it often left you so very embarrassed and put out. So even after âBaxterâ started his walk on again- satisfied with his bird scaring talents, he still tugged forward because you were apparently too slow by his standards. So, walking âMaxâ was great! Amazing even. What wasnât great was⌠well you had hoped youâd be home by now, you had read the weather was getting cloudier but hey- a little water never hurt anyone?
Except everyone on the titanic.
The worst part? The damn dog was loving every bit of the rain, he even sat his ass down to chop on the rain above him!! Everyday you were a little more convinced he hated you⌠just when things couldnât have been worse, a stupid DUMB cat appeared! It ran right in front of you and âbusterâ into an alley!
Listen, you had calmed down on the leash tugging since the damn dog sat down- you didnât expect a cat! So yes, Mr âDukeâ got away from you⌠THE FUCKING DOG GOT AWAY FROM YOU. You gave chase after a cat and a dog⌠no youâll totally win this race!
And if you couldnât have been miserable enough, you hit a fucking brick wallâŚ
But⌠hey wait, you could have sworn you dog and that cat went this wayâŚ
Your nose was bleeding, you had checked it with your hand⌠and now you were blacking out. Thunder struck and that was the last thing you sawâŚ
Then you died, much like the second robin did.
Actually, he died pretty heroically and was murdered by a super villain. You ran into a wall.
You also didn't die.
"What the actual fuck." You whined as you sat up and held you head. Great, now you had a headache on top of this rain... You were in an alleyway still. Sadly, that didn't change since you passed out. But for some reason it felt... colder? The whole neighbor streets turned dark and cold you realized once you stood up walked around. Everything just looked duller, less color, it felt like an invisible fog laid across the streets. The rain picked up harder, like some God or deity was trying to wash the city away. The building had turned to cool greys and blacks with pops of graffiti in the long narrow alleys. "What the actual fuck?" You spun around to look at more of... where you supposedly lived, trying to figure out what just happened.
In the distance, you can hear erm... your dog barking. Panic swelled in your chest like an ugly bruise. Darting towards the sound you calmed down slightly when you saw your dog sat nicely staring at a man. A man who was eating a hot dog in the pouring rain...
"No can't have my chili dog," scolded a black-haired stranger as you finally see your beloved dog. Both of them were standing under something, protecting the male from the rain while your poor pouch was already a wet dog. Just when the stranger was about to cave to your dog's whims and argumentative barks you shouted out.
"Dog," You yelled out and the pup's ears perked up. still, you pup was still for once in his life and not causing... too much trouble. His attention was now on you, but he still didn't move away from the man with food.
This action- or lack of action made you sigh. Glancing around, you couldn't help but notice the complete lack of people nearby.
"Dog, what does it not got a man?" The man asked absentmindedly, like he was more talking to himself then he was to you. Thankfully you had just closed the gap between the two of you when he said it, so you didn't miss his words.
Admittedly, you didn't give your dog a name... Nothing seemed to stick out or fit. "No- His name is uh... Dog..." You tried to defend yourself against the- on second glance- attractive male.
"You named your dog... Dog?" He raised an eyebrow, and you shrunk in a little more on yourself.
"Erm... Yes?" You doubled down...
"Okay," He accepted it with a little blink, and you'll miss it eyeroll. "Does Dog know any tricks?" He asked as he finished his hotdog and knelt down to pet... Dog.
You blushed a bit because... You hadn't taught Dog any tricks yet. You had gotten him a months ago, so he was still a somewhat fresh face... "He knows sit." He knows the basics of sit; his success rate with that trick was 30%, this stranger didn't need to know that though.
The stranger hummed like he didn't believe you. He shouldn't have but you still felt offended.
Wait, this guy looked a lot like... It was the black hair with a little white streak in it really, it reminded you so strongly of the second robin even to his leather jacket.
"Are you cosplaying," came out of your mouth before you could even think about the words properly. With a hand now smacked onto your mouth you looked away from the man with a hint of humiliation at his confused expression. "I mean- You'd make a really good Jason." You corrected only to see the male give a more... curious look.
"Todd, from DC," You added, hoping to clear away his curiosity. "Jason todd..." You added more when you realized this was probably getting nowhere, and you weren't in a place mentally to describe the whole robin situation- nor would he probably care enough...
"DC? Do you mean WE?" The male corrected with a hint of a smirk, like he knew something you didn't. "He's that guy's son, right? Before he died."
You couldn't help but frown. "Well yeah- I mean he came back... Are we talking about the same thing?" You sighed, looking at you pup now. You should really just take him home- cut the walk short. Just when you thought of that however, the stranger seemed to find that perfect spot behind Dog's ear and he leaned more into the Ex-Robin look-a-likes hand,
"He came back?" The male questioned; you just shook your head. You had gotten into a DC rant one to many times to get into one now, in the middle of pouring rain. While you sighed to yourself about that, you missed his suspicious looked and the way he began to eye you...
"What's WE?" You asked instead.
That was when he looked at you as if you didn't know anything. "You don't know Wayne Enterprises?"
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V Secret Identities
Dick Grayson V Gotham - Chapter 3
âSo, what do you have so far on the Red Hood case?â Dick asked Bruce, trailing behind him on the way down to the Batcave. He felt better, looser, after their fight. Maybe they could fit in a spar before breakfast?Â
âNot much.â Bruceâs voice sunk into Batmanâs gravelly voice . It was a code-switching thing, he suspected; just being in the Batcave puts Bruce in Batmanâs headspace. It happened to a lesser degree when he and Jason were Robin, but once Tim took on the cape, Bruce and Batman became as different as night and day.Â
Batman continued, âHeâs a ghost in Gothamâs underground. No one knows who he is, or where he goes. Three weeks ago, he started targeting the drug dealers in Crime Alley, forcing them to work for him or die.â He tapped a few keys on the Batcomputer and brought up Red Hoodâs file. âNeedless to say, heâs developing his own gang at a rapid pace.â
âRed Hood, huh?â Dick studied the only picture Tim had managed to nab of the man. He looked tall, with broad shoulders covered in body armor similar to Batmanâs. All features were covered by a matte red helmet. âThatâs one of Jokerâs old aliases. Any connection?â
âNot one thatâs readily apparent. He chose the name for a reason , but until we interrogate him, thereâs nothing that indicates a connection.â
Dick flipped through the file, landing on a report detailing the execution of multiple mafia lieutenants. âNothing heâs been doing really connects with the Joker. Except for the killing.â The heads sent to the police was clearly a warning. Joker didnât do warnings, not unless he was taunting them. âYou said heâs building his own gang, right? Do you think he intends to take over Crime Alley ?â
âHeâs certainly looking to put Black Mask out of business.â Batman switched to a video, an alley camera showing Red Hood beating several gangsters to death. âHe's taking down the competition to establish his own control over the city's crime. His methods are brutal and lethal. Heâs not just stopping criminals; heâs executing them. At the same time, heâs establishing rules in his own territory.â
âRules?â Each gang had their own rules on how to operate, but in the end, their codes all sounded the same to Dick.Â
âNo selling drugs to kids. Thereâs more to it than that, but Hoodâs morals are being enforced through violence and fear.â
âSo, once Hoodâs arrested, everything going to get worse because of a power vacuum. Great. At least this is a concrete difference between Hood and the Joker.â Dick didnât know what heâd do if Red Hood was a Joker copycat. The name kept bugging Dick. Criminals liked to make names for themselves. It's a way to instill fear, to create an identity that stands out in the criminal underworld. But the Red Hood⌠it was one of Jokerâs lesser known aliases. So why would someone else take up that mantle? Is it a way to mock the Joker, to reclaim the name from one of Gotham's most infamous villains? Or is it something more personal?
Dick asked again, âAnd we donât know the connection between them?âÂ
Batman shook his head. âIt could be a symbolic gesture, a way to reclaim the mantle from the Joker, or a means to instill fear. Or it might be something more personal that weâre not seeing yet.â He scowled.Â
Turning back to the Batcomputer, Dick restarted the video. It was one of the few they had of the Red Hood. âWhat does Tim think?â
âTimâs not on the case.â Dick immediately shot Bruce a glare. âRed Hood is a volatile unknown who has shown remarkable aggression towards Batman. As skilled as Robin is, Iâve asked him to step away from this case.â
âAnd he listened?â
A sigh. âNo. I gave him a few unsolved murders to keep him entertained while we deal with this.â
Dick snorted. âWell, thatâs not going to work for long. Whatâs the plan for when he solves them?â
âSending him off to Titans Tower. But thatâs only if we donât catch Red Hood ourselves.â
The Teen Titans were good for Tim, especially after the disaster that ended Young Justice. Hopefully Tim wouldn't feel thrown away; maybe Dick should call him more regularly? His little brother needed him, heâd just lost his father , but Dick didn't want to make him feel smothered, Tim had complained about that in past- "There." Dick rewound the video a few frames, then let it play in slow motion. Red Hood redirected a punch to the face, smoothly twisted the arm around, and then threw his attacker over his shoulder, dislocating the man's shoulder in the process. "That's a League of Shadows move." A little further along and- "And that's a move that Lady Shiva created herself."
"His fighting style indicates he's had a wide variety of teachers, perhaps even more than me," Batman said as the Red Hood on screen pulled off a move Dick had only seen Talia Al Ghul perform before.
"Have you asked Talia about him?"
"...She hasn't been picking up my calls."
Joy. "He could be ex-League. That would explain all his weapons and tech. That helmet, it's not just for show. It's advanced, probably customized. Has anyone taken credit for designing his gear?"
"Oracle's keeping an eye on the dark web, but nothing so far. If he is League, nothing's going to show up, but-"
The clack of shoes on stone interrupted them. Alfred had descended the stairs from the manor and was staring at them both, unamused. "Pardon me for the interruption, gentlemen, but breakfast is served."
Dick immediately obeyed the unspoken demand and locked the Batcomputer. "Thanks, Alfie." He smiled, placing a hand on Alfred's shoulder. "But you really didn't have to come down here to get us. The intercom would have worked."
Alfred raised one thin eyebrow. "Unfortunately, that hasn't been the case since you lived here, Master Dick. Both Master Bruce and Master Tim have developed an unfortunate habit of ignoring the intercom in favor of work."
Bruce didn't even have the decency to look regretful.
With their accent into the manor, Dick spoke, "No talking about our night life around Danny, okay?"
Their eyes widened. "He doesn't know?" Bruce asked.
"He's only met Nightwing once, and he's a heavy sleeper. He hasn't found out yet and I want to keep it that way."
Alfred pursed his lips. "He'll be upset when he finds out."
"I'd rather he be upset than him putting on a costume and jumping out the window after me."
"You're worried he'll want to help you?"
Dick glared at Bruce's amused smile. âYeah, yeah, I see the irony. The best revenge is raising a child just like you , I get it. But Iâm already having enough difficulty keeping him away from my police cases, heâd only get worse if he knew I was a vigilante too.â
They got to the dining room before Tim and Danny, giving Dick just enough time to pull a booster seat out of storage. âWhen did we last use this?â The booster seat matched the dark wood of the family dining room table and chairs, with a cushion to match.Â
Bruce looked between the booster and Dick. âProbably when you were eight.â
âI never needed to use a booster seat!â Dick immediately defended, trailing off as Tim and Danny entered the room, Danny holding Timâs hand. Dick glared; this conversation was not over.Â
The table was already set: Bruce at the head of the table, with two seats on the right, and one seat on the left. As Dick was about to ask Danny to sit beside him, Danny dragged Tim over to one of the seats on the right, grabbed his booster seat without a word, and claimed the chair next to Tim. âDanny? What are you doing?â
Danny scowled at Tim. âIf I donât make him eat, Timâs not gonna eat. So, Timâs gonna sit here until everyone else is done, and if he doesnât eat, he canât have ice cream with us today.â
âWeâre taking Timmy to get ice cream with us?â Dick asked as he took his seat across from them.
Tim shrugged. âApparently.â
âYes, we are! And you better not have forgotten, you promised!â
âOkay, okay.â Dick laughed. At least Danny and Tim were getting along better than he and Jâ
Breakfast began with an awkward silence, broken only by the clinking of utensils. Bruce finally broke the ice. "So, Dick, how's work been at the precinct?"
Dick was about to respond when Danny, his eyes lighting up, jumped in. "We just solved a couple of murder cases! They were really tricky, but we figured them out."
Bruce's interest was piqued. "Oh? And how exactly were you involved in these cases, Danny?"
Danny shrugged nonchalantly. "I just helped out a bit. I'm good at noticing things."
With some prompting from Bruce, Danny launched into an enthusiastic explanation, detailing how he and Dick pieced together the clues. Dick sat back and let Danny talk. Dannyâs medium abilities werenât something heâd planned to talk about with his family despite Danny being open about their existence. It didnât bother Dick that Danny was a meta, but it was like Danny had no hesitation in telling everyone. Kids got trafficked all the time in Bludhaven, especially meta kids like Danny. And Danny was running around telling people about his powers, conning them into paying him to speak to dead family or friends.
Dick was half-expecting to turn on the TV in the evening to learn that one of Dannyâs past marks had blabbed and then everyone would know that Richard Graysonâs foster son was a meta.Â
â-Honestly, the Hollydale Gang Murders is why I think those cases you were looking at are actually the work of a serial killer,â Danny was telling Tim, to Dickâs alarm. âThe murder weapon keeps changing and the victims are unconnected, but there are too many similarities! They were all ambushed, all identifying features were damaged, all dumped in dumpstersââ
âYeah, but all those things happen a lot with Gotham murders. You have to look for connections beyond thatââ
Bruce held up a hand. âWait, hold on. Tim, you told Danny about those murder cases?â
Tim shrunk in his chair. It seemed to dawn on him for the first time that Dick hadnât told Danny about the vigilantism. âYes? Was I not supposed to?â
Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. âYes. No.â Another sigh. âWhatâs done is done. Danny, do you mind keeping this to yourself? Those murder cases you and Tim have been working on... I was the one who arranged for Tim to get them. I had to pull a lot of strings to make it happen.â
âWhy?â
Bruce sighed. "Tim has a very particular set of skills and interests. Solving these cases is more than just a hobby for himâit's a way for him to channel his energy and make a difference. But it's also something that needs to be kept quiet. Not everyone would understand or approve."
Danny's eyes widened in realization. "So, youâre saying Tim wouldnât be getting these cases without you?"
"Exactly. And I need you to stay quiet about it. If word got out, it could cause a lot of trouble, not just for Tim but for everyone involved."
Danny thought for a moment, a mischievous glint appearing in his eye. "I see. So, this is pretty important to you, huh?"
Bruce raised an eyebrow, sensing where this was going. "Yes, it is."
"Well," Danny said slowly, "keeping secrets can be tough. Might need a little incentive to make sure I donât accidentally let something slip."
Bruce folded his arms. "What do you have in mind?"
"A hundred dollars should do it," Danny said, trying to keep a straight face but failing to hide a small grin.
âDannyâŚâ Dick tried to scold, but Bruce patted his shoulder.Â
Bruce stared at Danny for a moment, then let out a low chuckle. "Alright, chum. You've got a deal." He pulled out his wallet and handed Danny a crisp hundred-dollar bill. "Just remember, this isn't a game. Keeping this quiet is important."
Danny rolled his eyes. âYeah, I know . Iâm not going to spoil all my fun.â Everyone flinched, but Danny was too busy stuffing away his ill-gotten gains to notice. âTimâs my first friend who shares one of my hobbies; I donât want to lose him just because itâs kinda illegal.â
Tim looked touched. âThanks, Danny. I donât want to lose you too.â
They finished breakfast with Dick smiling at Danny and Timâhe was so happy they were getting along that his chest ached. As Danny left to use the bathroom, Dick pulled Tim aside.Â
âI already know,â Tim said, clearly expecting a lecture. âI shouldnât have assumed youâd already told him about our identities. Iâm sorry.â
Dick pulled his baby bird into a hug. âIâm not mad; I just wanted to check in with you.â He pulled away enough so he could look at Tim. The bags under his eyes had only gotten deeper since they last met, and his hair was greasy, like heâd skipped his last few showers. âHow are you holding up?â
First Stephanie, then his father. Timmy was losing so much in such a short period of time.Â
Tim didn't look him in the eye. "I'm fine," he replied, his voice hollow and distant.
âTimmyâŚâ
âIâm fine , Dick.â Timmy pushed him away. He was shaking. âThis is just⌠something I have to deal with. It doesnât involve you.â
âIt does involve me because I care about you!â
âYeah, you cared so much that you adopted a kid without telling me.â Dick opened his mouth, but Tim wouldnât let him speak. âOh, sorry, youâre fostering a kid. My bad. Thereâs so much difference between the two.â
âIâm sorry.â
Tim closed his eyes. âIâm sorry too. Iâm not⌠I shouldnât be taking things out on you.â Dick reached out for another hug, only to be rebuffed. âI want to be alone right now.â Turning away, Tim disappeared down the hall, leaving Dick alone.
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So we've all seen aus where Danny gets adopted by the Batfam because, let's be honest, he's a textbook case of a Bruce Wayne adoptee. But what if we took that, just slightly to the left? Instead of Batman adopting Danny, the Batkids do. Now, the reason why Danny is in Gotham can be whatever you want(I'm partial to reveal gone wrong or an accident happens so he leaves as to not become Dan) but one by one and completely coincidentally(or so they think, maybe Gotham helps push them together) Danny befriends each of the Batkids.
He meets Tim at a coffee shop(maybe he works there) and they bond over the insane amount of caffeine they like in their coffee.
He meets Daimian at some vegan place that Sam would just love if she were there and tho Damian refuses to say it there's something he finds endearing about this street kid who seems to have no clue who Damian is but smiles at him regardless and engages in some surprisingly pleasant conversation about places that serve vegan food or vegan options.
He and Duke have a class together in school and he meets Barbara while studying at the library. Or maybe Duke invites Danny to join a study group and that's how he meets Babs and maybe Cass and Steph too.
Maybe he meets Dick as Nightwing and they bond over their love of puns.
Jason can be met as either a civilian or as Red Hood, but the second they get within a certain range of each other, they get this feeling tugging them towards each other. Some 'I don't know why but I need to go this way' type feels. Jason calls it instincts, Danny can tell this feeling is coming directly from his core. They literally run into each other and immediately get this overwhelming feeling of 'same same like me'.
He ends up growing close with them all individually so when they eventually realize that 'hey, this new friend we've all been talking about is the same dude', well of course they have to keep him. So they all work together to sneak him into the manor(read: kidnap) and get him set up in one of the many unused rooms. And the fact the Bruce was off on a business trip when they did it made it wonders easier, they would definitively have got caught if he was around.
So now Danny is a stow away in this mansion that all his new friends apparently live in and he just kinda goes along with it cuz 'hey, they're nice and he gets somewhere to sleep rent free and the food is to die(again) for'. And yeah, they're the kids of the best detective in the world, they're gonna be good at hiding their tracks(they have to be or they would never get away with anything) but Alfred knows everything that goes on in the manor. He takes one look at this child and just accepts it. He allows the children to believe they are deceiving him but helps them out subtly by accidentally making extra food at meal times.
And if sometimes they want to hang out with Danny in the house they do his clothes and hair like whichever kid he resembles the most and so long as he doesn't talk nobody can tell the difference.
And maybe when Bruce comes back from his trip he figures it out immediately but he doesn't say anything because like hell he's gonna turn away a child in need. Instead he just silently fills out the adoption papers so he's ready when the kids eventually decide to reveal Danny's presence to him.
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a request please, jaosn x reader, how do percy, poseidon, hera and tyson react if jason apologizes to them because the adorable blonde superman dreamed that he kissed the reader without permission (he hasn't confessed yet) and thinks he's a pervert :D
I dreamed about that today, my younger sister was scared because apparently I laughed very hard in my dreams at dawn.
guilty ŕšâ ´ blurb
â jason grace x daughter of poseidon!reader
summary: practically what is above. Jason being a silly in love
warnings: none, maybe swearing.
a/n: heyy. dessert is served. hope you like it. Jason asking for forgiveness and taking responsibility for everything is the most roman thing. so sweet too. i love him. đ
âI made a big mistake.
Everyone's expressions changed completely. Coming from Jason, a confession like that couldn't be taken lightly.
âWhat would he have done to bring two gods?â Percy wondered as he looked at Tyson. And why did he want them to be there too?
Hera cleared her throat and straightened her posture.
âJason... what are you talking about?
â was not my intention.
His voice sounded shaky and his cheeks struggled not to turn red.
â what wasn't your intention, boy? Should we call my brother? â Poseidon stabbed his trident into the grass and looked askance at Percy for an explanation, but he was just as confused.
Jason's skin crawled and he shook his head.
â I don't want to put my father in disgrace.
Hera touched her chest and encouraged Jason to continue as he took a seat at one of those dining tables at Camp Half-Blood. What would her champion have done so wrong that he sought refuge in her first rather than her father?
â Nept... Poseidon.â Jason bowed before him. Then he bowed to Tyson and Percy too. The brothers saw each other out of the corner of their eyes. Totally confused.âI dreamed of her daughter, desecrating her lips with a kiss.
Nobody said anything for a few seconds, those sounds of nature became more intense in the dining room, but the air was filled with disbelief.
The tension disappeared from the god's shoulders and he looked at Hera confused. She let out a whimper and rested his forehead on the palm of her hand as she shook her head. If he was right in his suspicions, that action indicated an "Oh, not again."
Jason deepened his reverence before the god.
â I beg your forgiveness. Although I know I don't deserve any after committing such an atrocity.
Gods, what?
Poseidon held back the urge to laugh but Percy, his son, didn't help him when he burst into laughter. Tyson imitated his brother without knowing why he did it, but he seemed funny. That's when the sea god let out a laugh, still very polite.
Hera scowled at him but she couldn't deny it, it was a complete joke.
Jason looked at them with his eyebrow slightly raised as the three of them laughed and Hera sagged in embarrassment.
What had he done wrong?
âboy, have you already told my daughter that you like her?
Jason's cheeks flushed, his pale skin not helping him hide it at all.
âNo sir. That is why-
â Do it. Stop the nonsense. â He pointed the trident at him and Percy looked cautiously at his father, taking care that he didn't overdo it with his friend â And if you do anything to my baby... you'll die.
âPoseidon! â Hera screeched.
He laughed â No, it's not true. But be careful boy. You almost gave us a... again, what's that phrase?
â A heart attackâ Percy said, rolling his eyes.
â Heart attacks are not fun â Tyson muttered and Poseidon agreed.
âThey're not fun â he repeated and gave Hera a look. âYour boy has a very tough sense of responsibility.
â He is Roman, Poseidon â Hera said, moving her hands with disdain and giving Jason a longing look. â My champion is in love.
His expression immediately changed to a serious one.
âJason, I already told you that you don't have to apologize for everything.
âBut it's the rig-
â The right thing, yes. But this time it was a dream about kissing Poseidon's daughter. We don't care, even less if you can have other types of dreams... â she raised her eyebrow and Jason felt like he was going to explode at that moment. Even some hairs rose with electricity.
Hera waving her hands to calm him down.
â Ew! She is my sister! â Percy screeched with a disgusted face. Jason smiled.
âJason is in love with our little sisterâTyson said between giggles.
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i just left my local comic shop. i just finished my last exam so i'm looking for the death in the family books as a little treat. there were none in this shop, so i go up to the register to pay for the couple others i picked up. when i tell the owner (he knows me a little, i'm a regular there) what i just said he just kinda smiled and nodded. i told him that i was really shocked that the whole thing with death in the family was that they let readers vote if robin should die. he laughed again, and NO JOKE said "my bad".
i asked him what he meant. he told me that he not only voted for jason robin to die, but that he campaigned in his little neighboorhood knocking door to door asking people to call in and vote. apparently it was like 50 cents per call back then so he was literally soliciting to kill robin.
when i was, might i say reasonably, surprised by this revelation, he then explained that there weren't really deaths in comic books like that yet. maybe some b or c list characters, but never someone so intergral to the story. so when he voted, he did it more to see what the writers could handle. how would they navigate the death of jason todd? how would the writers continue on writing the batman series, a heavily family infused series.
so the 72 vote margin that actually killed jason might because of my local comic book shop owner. he might have effectively been the reason jason died.
#dc comics#batman#batman comics#death in the family#ditf vote#jason todd#comic books#im still reeling from the convo#i just wanted a little reward#after flunking my chinese final#and i instead met a murderer#jk i love bill#he gives me a discount because im a regulae
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For as long as he can remember, Jason's greatest fear has been his wolf.
He knows he's crossed more than a few lines in his day, has let his temper lead him into bad choices, but all of that? Was still rational. Even blinded by rage, he's never stopped thinking.
The monster within doesn't think. It doesn't reason. It doesn't have morals or emotions or a goddamn brain. It's a big, violent brute, and if it ever escapes the containment spells he hides behind every full moon, there's no telling what damage it might do.
Ever since he was a kid, he's been having nightmares about the wolf--about waking up the morning after to find he's slaughtered his mom, his friends, Bruce or Alfred or Dick.
Tim's taking center stage in those nightmares these days. Jason's had dozens of them since they got together, horrible dreams of waking to Tim's blood on his hands, in his teeth.
In all this time, it's never once occurred to him to fear being on the other side of things.
"Okay, Tim," he says carefully. "It's okay. It's just me."
The growling doesn't stop. There's no recognition in Tim's beautiful blue eyes. Just pure, animal instinct.
Fuck. Fuck.
"I'm not gonna hurt you, baby," he tries. "And the asshole who did this to you is dead. Everything's fine. You're safe."
The asshole who did this was a half-assed sorcerer with half-assed magic. The so-called werewolf spell gave Tim the ears and the tail, the claws and the fangs, and apparently wiped his reason away, but that's it. Tim might be half-crouched, keeping low to the ground like a real wolf, but his spine didn't change with the spell.
(Neither did his vocal cords; his throat's gonna be killing him after all this growling.)
(Also, if the situation weren't so dire, Jason'd be real fucking offended by this shit being called a werewolf spell when it didn't even give Tim a fucking snout. Stupid Hollywood bullshit.)
That doesn't mean he's not showing some wolf-like body language. In addition to the crouching, his tail is stiff and his ears flat against his head. Could be that's a lack of control, given he's not a real wolf.
Or it could be that the behavior's instinctual, and Tim's just as scared as his body language is screaming.
"Everything's gonna be okay, Tim," he tries again. "Okay? The spell will wear off in a few hours and we can go home. It's fine. You're okay."
Tim bares his sharper-than-usual teeth. Not good.
Jason knows he can take Tim out, but can he do it without hurting him? Can he do it without losing his grip on his own wolf, which even now is stirring beneath his skin, unhappy with the clear challenge Tim is issuing?
If that very dead jackass hadn't cast a containment spell, Jason could run. He could lead Tim on a chase straight to his nearest safehouse with its carefully warded room designed to hold a werewolf.
As it is, he's trapped. Here, with a Tim with claws and fangs and not a single drop of recognition in his eyes.
"You're safe," he tries one last, fruitless time, and Tim lowers his head and lunges.
Jason swears and tries to dodge, but it turns out he's been too focused on Tim and not the fucking containment spell, because like a goddamn rookie, he bounces off a boundary he hadn't realized he'd backed up too.
Tim hits him full force, knocking him down flat on his back.
Fuck. Fuck.
He gets his arms up in time to hold Tim back, keeping those fangs away from his throat, but it's a close thing. And he can't fucking grapple with another wolf without losing his grip on his own.
His wolf would kill Tim. He can't let that happen.
And while he'd gladly die rather than hurt Tim, he's spent his whole life fearing waking up to find he's slaughtered someone he loves. He can't inflict that on Tim.
There's a way out of this. He knows there's a way out of this. If his fucking wolf would chill and stop fighting him, just give him a second to think, he knows he could find a way out.
But Tim and Jason's wolf are fighting him in equal measure, and there's no time to fucking think.
"Tim," he wheezes, breathless from the struggle and the impact with the floor. "Tim, it's me. It's Jason. I don't wanna--fuck!"
Whatever's going on in Tim's head, he's figured out the claws. He lashes out and Jason has no choice but to release his shoulders to catch his wrists, to protect his own from being sliced open--but that just frees Tim to lunge forward and lock his fangs around Jason's throat and--
--and freeze?
Jason's frozen, too. Tim's wrists in his hands, Tim's teeth just barely pressing into his skin, his entire brain screaming that he can't hurt Tim, and his wolf rolling under his skin, distracting him. Tim wouldn't have gotten his fangs this close if Jason's stupid wolf wasn't fighting him so hard.
As it is, his wolf really does not like having fangs this close to their neck. It takes everything Jason's got to keep his own from sprouting. He can't move, not even to take advantage of Tim's sudden stillness.
Tim makes a strange noise. Something that wants to be a canine vocalization, probably, but again: wrong vocal cords.
Slowly, Tim leans back and then right back in. This time nose first instead of teeth first. He pushes his nose right into the crook of Jason's neck and...sniffs.
And again. And again.
And then he...well, he yips. Like a puppy.
Tim's ears unflatten. His tail wags.
And he pulls away from Jason's neck to lick him across the face.
...Okay then.
Tentatively, Jason loosens his grip on Tim's wrists. Tim snuggles in close and rubs his head against Jason's, making another little not-quite-vocalization and licking his face again.
"Gross," Jason says, but he's too light-headed with relief to actually protest. "Okay. Okay. You remember me, Tim?"
In answer, Tim licks him again. Which has no right to feel as gross as it does, really, considering how they've both done their share of licking (and sucking) in bed, but--come on. There is a lot of saliva on Jason's face right now.
"Yeah, yeah, I get it," he says. He rubs Tim's back with one hand and wipes his face with the other. His heart's still racing. "I take it you remember me now."
Tim sniffs him happily, which, yeah, makes sense. Wolves rely on their sense of smell a lot, and they've been living together for months. Jason smells like himself and like Tim and like their den, all their mixed up scents of gunpowder and lemon and cedar.
Thank fuck Jason didn't put on his scent-blocking leathers today. He usually saves them for close to the full moon, when the wolf starts to show in his scent, but he's been known to wear them on other nights when he's in a hurry and they're the first thing he lays hands on.
He can't believe this night having a happy ending hinged on which jacket he chose on his way out the door.
Tim's tail is still wagging. He nuzzles his face back into Jason's neck.
It's kind of adorable. Still...
"Okay, stop wiggling," he says after a minute. "You're half a werewolf right now, have some fucking dignity."
In response, Tim licks him again.
happy halloween! đđťđŚ iâve decided to use this prompt generator for every âtrick or treatâ i get. this prompt was Uh oh! These two idiots got themselves trapped together. i hope you enjoyed! âĄâĄ
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part 1
âHey- wha- Danny!â Jason yelled in panic and jerked forward, hands on the ledge to look down and body ready to vault after his idiot as quickly as he could, but was stopped by a familiar cackle, a sudden burst of light, and Danny himself standing, no floating, in front of him with stark white hair and green eyes that were quite literally glowing.
What the fuck.
âWhat the fuck,â he parroted his thoughts. His lips still tingled from where Danny had pressed his own against them and it was all together enough to make his brain short circuit.
âYeah, so, uh, hi?â Danny waved lamely which turned into even lamer jazz hands, âSurprise?â
Jason blinked. And blinked again. âWhat the fuck,â he repeated again, this time with feeling. Danny winced a little and launched into an explanation.
âSo, you know I died? Well, apparently while I was dying my DNA was also being infused with, like, a shit ton of ectoplasm which made sure I didnât all the way die but I also didnât come all the way back and ended up as half-ghost half-living â halfa is actually the term we use, but thatâs not super important right now ââ his words were nearly blending together with how fast he was trying to explain, âAnd, oh! I can transform at will and have been fighting ghosts since I was fourteen because they come through the same portal that I well, you know, died in, and I may also have some super cool powers and technically be King-to-Be of the Infinite Realms because I beat the last King in combat and inherited the throne, sooooo,â Danny finally stopped his word vomit. âQuestions?â He finished meekly.
Jason stared and stared before tilting his head back and groaning. âOf fucking course my boyfriend would be a fucking ghost king. I am never going to live this down.â He scrubbed a hand down his face and turned to see Danny grinning lopsidedly at him. âWhat now?â He asked warily, suddenly feeling like a long nap would do him wonders and, really, the concrete roof was absolutely not the worst place heâd slept on before, so maybe it wouldnât be such a bad ideaâ
Danny floated closer and Jasonâs attention was stolen by the fact that his legs had transformed into a trail of⌠mist? Gas? What were ghosts even made of? Jason didnât know but the sight was disconcerting and a little more than a bit distracting, especially paired with the skin-tight suit that had taken place of Dannyâs usual baggier clothing. He took it all in with fascination and still a hint of disbelief.
âBoyfriend, huh?â
His eyes shot back up to Dannyâs green ones and he flushed a bit at how close he had gotten without Jason noticing. He pinched his lips together when the question sunk in.
Well, in for a penny and all that.
Dannyâs grin widened even more but Jason didnât give him the time nor satisfaction to say something witty; he gave into his desires and cupped Dannyâs face, noting both how strange it was to not have to lean down whatsoever to look Danny in the eyes (since he was still, yâknow, floating) and how cold his skin was (Danny had always ran cold, but this was different, like the complete absence of any underlying heat that blood and skin produced).
Dannyâs grin morphed into something softer and surprised, as if Jason had caught him off guard. Good. See how he likes it.
âYes,â Jason stated, voice a bit gruff but soft between them, and Dannyâs eyes darted back to his own from where they had been staring at Jasonâs lips. Score. âBoyfriend,â and then, because he was a gentleman, thank you very much: âOnly if you want, of courââ Jason was cut off by another press of lips on his own, only this time he was prepared and held on tighter, not letting Danny pull back as quickly.
Their lips stayed pressed together, soft and gentle and it made Jason ache with something fierce. He wasnât used to tenderness. He wasnât used to getting what he wanted. He wasnât used to anyone wanting him back.
When they finally pulled away it was only to lean their foreheads against each other. Danny let out a breathless laugh and nudged his nose against Jasonâs in a way that made his stomach flip at the casual affection. âYes,â Danny said with another quick peck to Jasonâs lips, âBoyfriends.â
Jason couldnât stop the small, crooked grin if he had even wanted to try (and he really, really didnât). It had been a long time since he had felt this good. This happy. Sure, heâd gotten a lot better in the past couple of years since he came back full of boiling green rage and the itch for violence at his fingertips, but Danny was the one to make him want to be better. Jason finally wanted to come back to himself, to allow himself the grace to forgive and be forgiven and move towards a future that wasnât bathed in blood and tainted by the Pit Rage. He wanted a better relationship with his family. He wanted to do his city proud. And he wanted Danny by his side through it all, apparent Kingly status and everything.
âGood,â Jason said, drinking in the sight of Dannyâs own giddy grin that showed off the longer and more pointed canines that Jason was definitely not imagining dragging along his skin. No siree. He shuddered, and it was definitely from the cold that Danny radiated. Nothing else.
Danny seemingly felt the shiver and pulled back a little more and with a flash of light he was back to his messy black hair and blue eyes, standing on the ledge with his arms around Jasonâs shoulders much like they were before he had tried to give Jason a heart attack earlier. The temperature warmed a few degrees and Jason noted the fact to ask about later. âGood,â Danny parroted and then let out a little sigh, âThough, we really do need to talk about this so you actually know what youâre getting into. Thereâs⌠thereâs a lot I need to explain.â
Jason nodded in agreement. He couldnât imagine that anything Danny had to tell him would change the way he felt, but he would very much like to know everything. âMy place or yours?â
Danny grinned mischeivously, âWhat, not the Batcave? The sooner I disclose my identity to all your bats the less chance of me slipping that I know and being hunted for sport, right? Plus, I think I could use Batman and Red Robinâs help on a couple of things assuming theyâre amenable.â
Jason shook his head immediately, not wanting to imagine how the conversation would go with his entire family there to harass them without them being a hundred percent prepared (and very curious about what exactly Danny could need Bruce and Timâs help with).
âAbsolutely not. Iâm not letting that conversation happen with you there until I know they can all behave themselves and not be asses about it. Jason was especially worried about Bruceâs reaction considering the manâs trust issues and his invasive need to pry and leave no stone left unturned. His siblings would be nosy and insufferable with their teasing but at least Jason was used to their antics and could shield Danny from the worst of it by giving them the short rundown before the full question panel had to happen. No, better for Jason to learn it all first and be able to prepare them both for the inevitable shitshow.
Danny shrugged, âProbably best to go to my place anyway; I stole a bunch of tech from my parents and itâs way easier to explain everything with some visual examples.â
Jason arched a brow, âWhat kind of tech?â
Dannyâs grin was down right devilish as he transformed once more with a flash of light and held out an inviting hand as he floated a few feet away from the ledge, âHow do you feel about going ghost hunting?â
Jason had a sudden feeling that Danny was going to be the death of him, but, strangley, the thought wasnât nearly as frightening as it should have been. Maybe Danny was onto something when he said dying once really put things into persepctive. After all, there were much worse ways to go.
He confidently stepped onto the ledge and grabbed the offered hand tightly, âBring it on, Ghost King.â
#lol here it is finally! i donât have any more written for it but that may change if Lady Inspiration blesses me#i have a general outline of the lead up to this and what comes next but it will probably stay a drabble rather than an actual fic#anyways i hope you enoyed :) <3#dpxdc#dpxdc dead on main#dead on main#dpxdc drabble#dead on main drabble#veeâs dpxdc writing#veeâs dpxdc drabbles#veeâs drabbles#veeâs writing
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