#jason pleads with her to not tell anyone

[bamboowick]

I RAN OUT OF TAGS—I’m continuing in another reblog idc

sally jackson would adore jason grace and would give him cookies and get traumatized with his backstory. (he would cry if she hugged him)

[mostly-imagines]

Hi!! If you're up to it do you think you could write something about the first time Jason brings his gf to the manor. Like maybe he brings her in but doesn't tell anyone and so everyone is trying to sneak a glimpse of her??

meet the family

jason todd x fem!reader

aka jason has a girlfriend???

warnings: none

The manor sits full as ever—a cloud of mild boredom sweeping over the Wayne clan.

Dick sits perched on top of an armchair reading a catalog, Stephanie’s splayed out across the couch, Cass is bundled up in blankets atop the ottoman, and Damian leans up against the center table from the floor.

It’s a relatively slow afternoon, until Tim comes bursting into the room, out of breath.

“There’s a girl here!”

Everybody looks at him, disinterest scattered across the room. “There’s a couple of ‘em.” Dick says, flipping through the pages of the magazine.

Tim huffs, “No! In Jason’s room—he has a girl in there!” Eyebrows shoot up at that.

“Now I know you’re lying.” Damian mutters.

Tims head snaps over to Damian. “Dude, go see for yourself. I heard her!”

“You really think Jason would bring a girl here and not even introduce us?” Steph asks, unconvinced.

“Yeah.”

“Yes.”

“Obviously.”

Cassandra nods fervently.

“Okay, yeah. Maybe.” Stephanie mutters. “I bet he’ll introduce me before any of you guys, though.”

Dick barks out a laugh, “You’re nothing short of delusional if you think he’s introducing any of us.”

“We’ll have to take matters into our own hands, then.” Tim says, decidedly.

Damian audibly sighs and rolls his eyes.

“I’m meeting her first.” Steph confirms. “I’ll put money down right now.”

“Meet her or see her?” Cass signs.

“Same thing.” Stephanie shrugs.

Dick shoots up from his seat, “First person to see her gets to be the ring bearer!” He announces, racing out of the room.

Knock knock knock knock knock…

Knock knock.

It takes a good forty seconds, but Jason opens the door, an annoyed frown already on his face.

Dick gives him his brightest smile. It beams of deceit in Jason's eyes. “Hey man. What’cha doing?”

He crosses his arms. “What do you want?”

Dick tries to peer around Jason into the room, but Jason made a point of barely opening the door and his large frame isn’t doing Dick any favors right now.

“Just wanted to say hey…You wanna hang out?”

“No.”

Dick lingers awkwardly. “…Are you sure?”

Jason shuts the door.

A couple minutes later, Tim comes running up the stairs. He opts to skip over the courtesy of knocking and go straight for barging through the door himself. Or he would’ve, if Jason hadn’t seen that coming from a mile away and locked it.

“Fuck off, Tim!” Jason calls from inside the room.

“You lost your right to privacy the second you walked in this house!” He shouts back, hitting his fist against the door.

And Tim swears he can hear a sweet laugh as he trudges away. The authenticity of that claim will be heavily debated downstairs for the next several minutes.

Not even a thirty seconds later, Stephanie comes a knockin’. Jason opens the door wordlessly, patience clearly dissipating more and more.

“Hey, Jason! I can’t find my comm, you wouldn’t happen to have it, would you?”

His face deadpans. “No, Steph.”

Stephanie clicks her tongue, “Can you check?”

He stares at her.

“Actually you’re right, it would be faster if I did.” Stephanie tries to push past him into the room, but Jason, unsurprisingly, doesn’t budge.

“Stephanie.”

“I just want to meet her!” She pleads. “I won’t even tell the others, I’ll just say you wouldn’t let me in either!”

“Bye.” He closes the door.

He doesn’t make it all the way back to the bed before the next knock, singular and short.

Jason snaps the door open again, looking down at Damian with a glare.

Never one to waste any time, “Is there a girl in here?” Damian asks, seeming thoroughly disinterested in the answer.

Jason shuts the door in his face.

Several minutes later, another, quieter knock. Jason’s groan can be heard from outside the room. He pulls open the door once again.

It’s Cass.

She stares at him.

He stares at her.

“Can I say hi to her?” She signs.

Jason sighs. “I’ll pass along the message.”

She smiles and turns back down the hall.

Jason closes and locks the door once again, trudging back over to the bed where you lay. He collapses onto your chest, your arms wrapping around each others bodies immediately.

“Cass says hi.” He mumbles, the sound obscured by his face-down position.

“That message would be a lot more meaningful if I actually knew Cass.”

He groans. “You don’t want to meet them.”

“I do.” You say, running your fingers through his hair. “And I think you do too, or you wouldn’t have brought me to the house where the world's best detectives live.”

“I’m starting to regret it now.”

“Come on. Please?” You plead.

He picks his head up to look at you.

“Are you sure?” He asks with a grimace.

“Absolutely.” You say, topping it off with a kiss on his cheek.

He sighs.

Well. It’s never been within Jason’s skill set to deny you, anyways.

You descend the stairs hand in hand with Jason, his energy mopier than usual. You can hear a gaggle of voices coming from a room ahead, all talking over one another.

“Okay, Tim, you climb up outside the window and—”

“—It’s your plan, you scale the side of the house.”

Jason drops his head and mutters a “Jesus Christ…” as you near the commotion.

You give him a reassuring smile and pat his back as you both move into the doorway.

Everyone’s heads snap to the doorway, eyes wide and waiting.

Jason takes a deep breath like he’s steeling himself for torture. “Guys…This is my girlfriend.”

“Hi.” You smile sweetly, waving to the room.

There’s a moment of still silence before the room erupts.

“Hold on—”

“—my god, she’s so pretty!”

“Oh wow—”

“Wait, what?”

”—You’re real?”

“—didn’t place that bet.”

Stephanie comes scurrying up to you and grabs both of your hands in hers. “Hi, I’m Steph!” She says with a beaming smile. “What’s your name?”

“I’m—”

But the others are right on her tail, crowding around you.

“We didn’t even know Jason had a girlfriend.” Tim says.

“Still not convinced.” Damian mumbles from the back.

Cass waves and signs something to you.

“She says we’re really happy to meet you, which we are.” Dick tells you.

Damian moves closer within the huddle and inspects you closely. You have no idea what he’s inspecting you for. You don’t need to dwell on it for long because Jason pushes his head away from you with mild force making Damian scowl.

Stephanie chimes in, “Did he bring you here to meet us? The others said—”

Jason cuts her off, already knowing exactly where that sentence was going. “I brought her here to show her my old room.”

Dick snickers, “Oh, is that what you were off doing?”

“Watch it.” Your boyfriend warns.

You nudge him with your elbow, be nice.

Tim moves closer to you, narrowing his eyes. “So you’ve like, spent time with him and everything? And you still want to be around him?”

“Okay and you’re done.” Jason takes your hand and leads you out of the room and back down the hallway.

“No wait!”

You’re already out of the room and into another and then another before you can even realize that you’re headed for the front door.

You stop in your tracks, pulling him to a halt as well. “What about—”

Jason shakes his head. “You don’t want to meet him.”

You lower your chin at him, “Jay. Do you want me to meet him?”

He’s silent and doesn’t look like he particularly does.

You sigh, “Okay, do you want him to meet me?”

“I—yeah…” he trails, and you give him your best sweet eyes, the ones that he knows he has no business saying no to. “I…okay. Okay.”

He leads you down another hallway, the sounds of his siblings clambering echoing in the distance. You end up in a room that looks like a never used study, where Jason pushes on one of the walls. It slides open with a bit of force from him, revealing a door with a keypad next to it.

He types a series of numbers into it, and opens it up to a narrow passageway that looks remarkably like a cave.

The passageway leads down to a set of stairs, and you can hear the loud sound of water in the distance.

You’re quite nervous about walking into the Batcave, but you know Jason wouldn’t bring you anywhere near it unless he was sure it would be okay. Okay for you that is, more so than his father.

“Careful. It’s slippery.” Jason holds your hand the whole way down anyway, making sure to linger no more than a step and a half in front of you.

You see Bruce Wayne, sitting at a desk with a large array of computer screens in front of it, and case files scattered all throughout the surface.

He doesn’t acknowledge your entrance, though you have to imagine if Jason got his observation skills from anywhere, it would be him.

As you approach, Jason switches your hands so that his left is holding your left. The result has his figure half covering you, you can only assume partially limiting Bruce’s view of you.

“Bruce.”

Bruce turns his chair around, regarding Jason with a raised chin. The greeting is somehow even more formal than you’d expected.

“Jason.” He readdresses his gaze to you. “Who’s this?”

Jason has a hell of a feeling that Bruce already knows exactly who you are. He’s probably known about you since you started dating. He would’ve had to, to not be pissed as hell that Jason brought a civilian into the cave.

Jason introduces you, his hand reluctantly letting go as you step forward to shake Bruce’s.

Bruce looks surprised, though pleasantly so. He smiles and shakes it kindly.

“It’s nice to finally meet you.” He says.

“You too, I’ve heard a lot about you.” You say, smiling.

He laughs, “Oh, I bet.” Looking to Jason, he says, “I can’t say I’ve had the same pleasure, unfortunately.”

Though Jason’s behind you now, you can practically feel him roll his eyes.

“No, I can’t imagine him sharing anything unprovoked.” Bruce smiles widely at that.

He opens his mouth to say something else, but Jason, who’s probably on the brink of losing his mind down here, interrupts.

“Alright. Time to go.” Jason says, grabbing your hand again. He doesn’t give you much time to protest before he’s guiding you by the waist past him and towards the stairs.

You let him nudge you out and call over your shoulder, “It was nice meeting you!”

He’s halfway up the stairs as you exit, only to be stopped by Bruce addressing him again.

“Jason.”

Jason stalls his steps, turning around slowly. You’re out of the cave now, and Jason’s not excited to be alone with his Dad for even a minute. It doesn’t help that he has no idea what he’ll say.

“She’s kind.” Bruce says, simply.

“Yes.”

He tilts his head at Jason, observing him. “You love her?”

Jason looks at the ground. “Yes.”

Bruce nods. “Good.”

He returns to his work at the computers wordlessly, and Jason has to take a moment to realign himself before he climbs the rest of the stairs.

Jason doesn’t particularly seek his fathers approval, nor does he place any definable value on it. However, hearing him give his own version of his blessing to you struck something inside Jason. Something deep in his chest.

He re-enters the study, finding it empty. He walks out into the hallway, where you’re nowhere to be found. Despite being halfway across the house by this point, he can distinctly hear his siblings chattering in the living room. Chattering. And chattering. And chattering…

Oh god, you went back to the living room.

As Jason approaches the conversation becomes clearer.

“—long have you been together, anyways?”

“Well—”

Stephanie gasps suddenly, cutting you off. “Oh wait, you have to meet Alfred!”

“Oh, we’ve already met.” You tell her.

Dick’s head snaps up. “What? When?”

Jason enters the room, draping his arm around your shoulder. “About six months before you met her.”

A chorus of gasps and shouts ring out.

“What?”

[leafbowl]

Just my Trans Jason Todd Thoughts:

Dick had always wanted a sister, so you can imagine his absolute joy when he heard that Bruce had taken in a small (far too small for her age) girl off the streets of Gotham. One that had tried- and succeeded, might he add- to steal the tires off the Batmobile. Dick was ecstatic. He stayed at the manor purely because of those pleading blue eyes that- "I've always wanted a brother," Julia said, her mouth full of the burger she was shoving in it. They were out as Robin and Nightwing. Dick choked on his fries. Julia only smiled wider. "You're a good brother, Dick." She rested her head on his shoulder. "Thank you." She had muttered that last part. Dick thought it was more as an offhanded addition, words she said in her mind that she hadn't intended to come out of her mouth.

Julia was the only reason Dick tolerated Bruce's bullshit. She was the only reason Dick didn't distance himself from Gotham entirely. He came back just for her. He came back to see her smile, to do her hair because she had never been taught how and Dick had helped some of the girls back in his Flying Grayson days.

Julia never liked her hair. That should've been Dick's first clue. She wanted hers like Dick's- she wanted to do everything Dick did, wanted to wear his clothes, eat the same food, be the same hero so Dick didn't think too much of how she pulled at it sometimes and almost never had it down.

Then, when she was fifteen- god, she was only fifteen- Dick's baby sister died. And he lost control. He went after The Joker. He killed him. Dick killed him and that fucker had the audacity to come back. Dick left Gotham after that, never once looking back. He stayed in Blüdhaven and he mourned his sister. She appeared in his dreams, his nightmares, his thoughts. He wasn't all that surprised when the hallucinations started but fuck did it freak him out. He got used to it eventually, seeing her bloodied body, wrecked by Joker and that stupid fucking crowbar. He flinched every time he saw one now, an irritatingly grading rage filling him to the brim, threatening to spill and lash out at the people he cared for. Well. Person. Wally was the only one he still let in.

Then Red Hood appeared. And Dick couldn't explain it but there was something about him that ticked Dick off. Something about him that sent recognition zipping between his nerves.

Jason remembered the moment he first realised he didn't want to be a girl with terrifying clarity. He remembered the feeling of looking at Dick and thinking 'I want to be like him in every way possible'. It was... normal, for a sister, he thought (he hadn't had siblings before and didn't have any friends besides Dick) so he didn't immediately clock it, but he still counted it as him realising back then that he was trans. Dick Grayson did not help. He was so painfully perfect, the Golden Child. Jason remembered envying everything he did but that didn't mean Jason hated him. Oh, on the contrary. Jason did not love anyone more than he loved his big brother. God, she had always wanted a brother.

Julia felt like a completely different person to Jason now, after the pit. She felt like an old friend. His chest still squeezed when he thought of her, of who he used to be, but it wasn't... overwhelming anymore. It didn't make his eyes spark with neon when he looked in the mirror anymore.

Oh, also, he was a fucking dude now. Not entirely biologically but fuck him, he was muscular (which was more thanks to Talia's fucked up workout routine she had him on than the pit but still), voice was deeper, jawline more pronounced and his tits were gone, though the 'y' shaped scar on his chest took the focus from everything else. Everything else about him was how it should be but it was like being dunked in The Pit had given him thousands of testosterone shots. Because the pit was basically testosterone. It was why Ra's was such a dick. (Not really, but Jason loved telling him that.)

Jason didn't mind it. Talia had worried that he would have, when she first saw him after coming out of the pit (after she'd calmed down the Pit Madness that plagued his brain) but he hadn't. She didn't care. She helped him pick out his new name. Damian too, though he was less help. The four-year-old wanted to name him Titus. Jason vetoed.

Jason still took testosterone shots sometimes though he only had to do it once every three months instead of every 1-4 weeks like a typical trans man. What freaked him out about the shots was not that they were needles, but because they made his veins glow green, and his eyes, too. They also over exaggerated his veins. They crawled up his arms, up his neck, snaked through his whole body, under his skin. It felt tingly when that happened but it didn't last for more than seven minutes and Damian found it very cool so he didn't entirely hate it.

Then Jason left the comfort that was Nanda Parbat and sought out the Destruction Of Batman. That... did not go as well as he thought it would.

Dick knew. He had to know. He kept looking at Jason whenever they met as Red Hood and Nightwing. There was no way Dick could know but he knew. He had to have. It made Jason's heart beat faster, a warmth spreading through his chest at the prospect of Dick knowing him- of loving him enough to recognise him even if he wasn't Julia anymore, even if he was a very high ranking (he had only been back in Gotham for six months, how had most of Gotham's Underbelly wrapped around his finger?) Crime Lord.

Then Jason's plan really fell through. Damian, the little shit, ran away from home, weaselled some fake identification papers from Jason and then, a few weeks later, Batman had a new Robin. Jason wanted to scream.

When Damian had said on the phone that he had wanted to be like Jason this is not what he thought he had meant. Coming to Gotham to see their his father was one thing, but coming to Gotham, pulling the Long Lost Son card on Batman and then becoming Robin was an entirely different thing! Jason was so fucking mad, he wanted to tear his head of. Who's, he wasn't entirely sure. Some random, unfortunate passerbyer who pissed him off, probably.

Red Hood glared at Robin with distaste clear in his posture. Robin glared back. Then he frowned, the shadow of Batman over his shoulder didn't seem to deter Damian from revealing all of Jason's secrets. "You do not seem happy to see me, Akhi," Damian said and damn it Jason loved him too much to deal with that pout. He also had far too many things to do that evening. Mm-hmm.

"I'm always happy to see you, Dames, but this is not okay." Jason tried his best to scold him but it did none of what Jason had intended it to do. What did he intend it to do, you ask? He doesn't fucking know but Batman was looking at him now, surprise and shock clear to Jason, to the Julia that seemed to hang from his shoulders like how Jason used to do to Dick, weighing him down like Jason had always thought he had to Dick too.

"Mother seemed ecstatic to hear that I was with Father," Damian continued slowly, oblivious to Jason's inner demons. He crossed his arms. "I thought you would be..." His pout turned to a heart-breaking frown. "Happy."

Jason sighed, his shoulders drooping at the unsure expression flickering at the edges of Damian's features. He wanted Jason's approval and fuck, if Jason wasn't going to do exactly what those green eyes wanted. "I am happy for you, Habibi." He quickly picked up his shoulders when he felt Bruce's eyes narrow on him. Jason stood as tall as he could, which meant he towered over Damian and even over Bruce, too. His stature was wide, bulky, masculine. "But I am not your handler. Do as you please." Jason's lips curled up at Bruce even though he couldn't see Jason's sneer through his helmet. "Just hope you don't end up like birdy number two."

Bruce's expression hardened and Damian's pout worsened, opening his mouth to probably say something about him actually wanting to be like Jason but he stopped himself, seemingly realising his fault. He snapped his mouth shut and sent a silent apology to his brother.

Jason accepted it and turned, planning on stalking off but Dick had snuck up behind him. It took all of his training (league and bat) for him not to flinch. He scowled at Nightwing. "Who are you?" Dick asked, completely unfazed.

"Fuck you," Jason snapped, hating the way his voice caught in his throat. He knew it and Damian probably did too but the other two wouldn't've caught it through the voice changer his helmet was equipped with. And then he left. He left and he didn't want to see Dick ever again.

But he did. He slowly got integrated into the family again. Well, the Bats stopped trying to apprehend him and he stopped trying to kill them. He still shot Dick sometimes when he felt like it but he was no longer mad at the replacement. Or Bruce really, anymore. He was mostly... sort of numb. Sometimes he pissed the Pit Madness, he missed feeling something.

"Who are you?" Dick asked one night. They were both standing on a roof, not really acknowledging the other, just standing there.

Jason frowned. "Does it matter?"

Dick thought for a moment. "No. I don't think so. But we've met before, haven't we." It wasn't a question, no matter how it was phrased.

Jason hummed. "Maybe. How would I know? I dunno who you are."

"You know who Robin is," Dick said. "And you've called me Dick more times than typically normal."

"Maybe that's because you're a dick," Jason said, voice impassive. The corner of Dick's mouth twitched up. Jason saw it out of the corner of his eye, the two of them still looking out at the city.

"Maybe," Dick agreed. "But I don't think so." He then turned to face Jason. Jason did not turn back. "You're Damian's brother," Dick stated, though it sounded more like it was for himself rather than Jason. "But you don't know anyone else. No one but B and I."

Jason opened his mouth to deny that but one look from Dick shut him up.

"You really didn't like RR when you first surfaced," Dick continued, voice going into Detective Grayson mode. "And you hated B, hated him with a burning passion. You weren't so stoked about me either but with me..." Dick frowned. "I think you were nicer. I know you," he said again. "I know you and you know I know you. Why do I know you?"

"I'm sure you wouldn't remember," Jason said. It wasn't that he thought Dick wouldn't remember Julia, it was that he had never known Jason. And Jason was who he was, not her.

"I'm good with faces," Dick grinned that charming Grayson Smile. Jason turned to him finally and studied Dick. Then he glanced around before taking off his helmet. God, Dick just stared. His domino widened as it followed the movement of his eyes. He hadn't been expecting this. Good. Less of a chance he would recognise Jason.

(Dick wouldn't know Jason. He wouldn't recognise him, which was why he had taken off the helmet, definitely not because he secretly wished Dick would recognise him and hug him, promise him that he loved his little brother no matter what.)

Jason was sure Dick wouldn't recognise him. Back then, he had been a girl with long curly black hair, blue eyes, a sharp wit and a wicked smile. Jason still had his wit and his smile but his hair was no longer curly, it was short and sort of shaggy with a white streak through it, his eyes were green (a normal green most of the time, don't get him wrong, but green nonetheless) and, most of all, Jason wasn't a fucking girl.

But Dick gasped. He gasped and his hand flew to his mouth, clamping down a sob. "Jules," Dick whispered into the night. Jason tensed. He was clearly, in fact, not 'Jules' anymore, despite the warm feeling the nickname sent through Jason's chest.

"I'm not," Jason said, voice no longer inhibited from the voice changer. Jason didn't sound like Julia at all. His voice was much deeper than hers, deeper and gruffer than Bruce's even. It was what Jason liked most about himself.

"I- yeah, clearly, but I don't- fuck, Hood, I don't care." And then Dick was grasping desperately at Jason's shoulders and pulling him into his arms. Jason slumped forward without meaning to. He was taller than Dick was, taller than normal even, with the thick soles of his boots but Dick didn't care. He still pulled Jason down and settled one hand on the back of Jason's neck, comforting and warm and familiar as it pulled Jason's head to Dick's shoulder. "I don't fucking care."

Dick cried. He cried, so incredibly happy. Jason just stood there not quite hugging back until Dick started to sob, his weak composure crumbling. Jason wrapped his arms around Dick and let himself get pulled closer, the two of them quite the sight.

If anyone saw them now, they would both be in terrible trouble, but it wasn't something either of them were worried about. They had each other.

God, Dick had his baby- whatever they wanted to be because they were there. God, he didn't fucking care.

Jason, Dick found he had named himself. He/him pronouns too. Dick still did not care that his baby sister was now his baby brother. He didn't care. What he did care about was the fact Jason had been back this entire time and hadn't thought to fucking tell him. Jason was hit upside the head multiple times and forced to the manor to be fed by Alfred who recognised his grandson immediately. Bruce was out. It was the only reason Jason went. Damian ate with them, completely not clocking the fact Jason typically was not there until half way through the meal when Dick burst into another fit of crying and Jason just wordlessly lifted an arm for Dick to crawl under. Dick latched onto the side of Jason's torso and Jason let him, continuing on with his meal.

Damian blinked. "Oh. Right. You are not meant to be dining with us." Damian took a bite of his food, chewed, and then swallowed before speaking again. "Does Father know?"

"No," Jason said casually like this was any other conversation. "And it will stay that way. Besides, the severed heads situation-"

"No capes at the table, Master Jason," Alfred chastised but his scold wasn't as effective as it would've been if Alfred hadn't said his name with a spark to his eyes, a little bit of life returning to him when he said Master Jason like he had missed using that title, had missed Jason. Any Jason. Julia. It didn't matter to Alfred, to Dick, Damian, Barbara, Tim, Duke, Cass, Steph, Bruce- none of them cared that he was trans. Not a single one. Jason did, sometimes. He cared that he wasn't really a man but it didn't bother him as much as it had. Roy helped a lot with that. Lian too. His little family, the one Jason made, the one that loved him so fiercely it was scary, loved him for who he was. Jason Todd was a man. Lian Harper had degreed it herself so who was a mere mortal like said man to contradict her?

[fuckedupfate]

ꕀ  ִ   ࣪  ◜RUSSIAN ROULETTE.◝

leading roles ﹕ jason todd , f!reader

notices ﹕ mention of death guns insanely course language (probably a swearing addiction, in my humble opinion) author's entry ﹕ sorry. but thank you all for 100+ followers! i kissed the brick before throwing it at you by the way. and i'll also pay for anyone's therapy who asks. (please don't be mad at me.)

jason tried to move. he tried to get to you. he tried to get out of the confines he was kept in. but he couldn’t. he wasn’t able to. he was too late. too slow. too fucking weak. trying wasn't enough. he was just watching it happen, much to his hatred of it, he just had to watch. he had to watch as one of joker’s stupid fucking minions held a gun to your forehead. the tip of the muzzle kissing the middle of your forehead—kissing against the spot where he always did. it’s a mockery, he knows it. Joker is sadistic. so fucking sadistic and cruel in a way that fucks with people. he knows that's why he is being made to watch with no possible way of stopping anything from happening to you. he can’t move. he can't get out of the constraints. he can’t. and he hates that he can’t. 

he struggles against the tight chains which keep him against a sturdy pole. his eyes locked onto your position, watching as you sit, unable to move, in a chair. he sees the tears in your eyes. the wetness of them glistening against your skin, glistening in your eyes. he hears your sobs. your cries. 

“just let her fucking go.” jason snaps, trying to hide the desperation that is soaked into his voice and tone. but he can’t. not when you're at the hands of some sadistic fucker. not when he could lose you. he hears that sadistic, mocking, and ear-burningly annoying laughter from the sadistic fucker himself. joker. jason grits his teeth, his jaw clenching. shut the fuck up you fucking fucker. “you didn't need to bring her into this.” jason grits out, tone biting and dripping with poisonous harshness. 

but he’s fucking scared. of course he is. you—the love of his life. the only woman he’s found himself actually dreaming about a future with. the woman you was going to ask to marry in less than two weeks—is at gunpoint. because of him. because you are close to him. and you’re crying. he can hear the quiet pleads of your voice, the quiet sobs. he knows you’re just begging for jason to figure out a way to get you out of this. and god he wishes he could. he wishes he could get out of the stupid fucking constraints he is in.

“would you like to know your options?” joker asks, tone dripping with the classic sarcasm and mocking. he’s amused, of course he is. watching jason todd be so completely and utterly desperate for someone he loves to not be killed? why wouldn't he find this fun? 

“jason—” his name falls off of your lips. shaky. broken. pleading. “i know. i know. you're going to be okay. i promise you.” jason quickly says back, his eyes locking back onto yours as you peer at him through your peripherals. he doesn't know if that's a lie. but it most definitely could be. he could be lying straight to you right now. telling you you're going to be okay while a fucking gun is pointed straight at your forehead. 

“is she, jason? is she going to be okay?” joker’s words are mocking. biting. spitting a painful and bitter poison at his skin and brain. and he can just a fucking see that stupid, mocking, ugly smile on his lips. “are you telling lies to her, jason?” 

jason’s jaw clenches, and he’s surprised no teeth, or even his jaw, has been broken and shattered into pieces with the sheer force he’s doing so. 

“now, now. here’s your choice. and listen real close, okay?” joker steps a few feet closer, in the middle between you and jason. “it’s a very simple choice, really. all you have to do is choose between you—” joker pauses, the sadistic and mocking smile remains on his lips. “—or him.” joker finishes. 

jason's eyes widen. fucks sake. no. nonononono. he’s about to ask if he's being fucking serious, but it's the joker, of course he’s being serious. and he can see the way you tense up, bottom lip trembling as you glance over to jason in the side of your eyes. “you can’t—” jason is cut off. not by joker. by you. 

“me.” you say. your voice trembling, shaking, broken. and jason’s eyebrows are quick to furrow slightly. “what? no. no!” he protests quickly, voice full of depth, but it's clear he’s desperate. he doesn't want to lose you. he can't. he’s been trying to avoid that since fucking forever. he’s not letting you die. 

“uh-oh. drama.” joker inputs, laughing quietly. 

“jay—” your voice sounds, and it makes jason immediately shake his head. “no. no, no, no. you’re not doing that.” jason cuts you off. 

“is that your final choice?” joker asks, walking closer over to you. 

“yes.” you whisper, voice cracking. “no. no. don't you dare—don't fucking—” 

you’re not fucking serious, are you? he can’t lose you. he can’t let this fucking happen. no. he continues to struggle against the chains, his movements growing harsher and quicker as he desperately tries to get out. but his movements halt when a loud gunshot sounds and echoes in the room. 

no. 

nonononono. 

his eyes meet your figure. seeing the way your head is lulled forwards. hanging down. you’re completely lifeless. unmoving. not breathing. 

he feels time stop. the world stops spinning. everything coming to a halt. and the sound of joker’s maniacal laughter is muffled by his brain. shutting him out as he just looks at you. hoping to any god out there that you’re not actually dead. that the bullet that was shot didn't go through your head. that this is all just some sick hallucination that the joker is putting him through, or better yet, a fucking fucked nightmare. but as he desperately tries to wake himself up, or break the hallucination, it’s proven that it isn't. that it was real. that you’re gone.

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[mangosrar]

call it what you want pt2

matt sturniolo x fem reader.

pt1

"i mean come on y/n, its a perfect chance for you to get back at your parents and a perfect chance for matt to get back at jess, how could you say no" nick stated.

"fuck no, jess can eat shit, and besides, id rather die lonely than have to ever be close to that loser" you replied, walking into the kitchen, with matt, nick and now chris who had walked in on you and matt screaming at each other just a few minutes before.

"shes right matt jess can eat shit" chris added, causing matt to glare at him and roll his eyes.

jess was matts bitchy, stuck up, brat of a girlfriend, well ex-girlfriend of 4 months. they had broken up about a month ago when she came to matt and told him she wasnt in the right place for a boyfriend, then posted a photo of her kissing jason atkins on her Instagram story. you honestly found the whole thing hilarious; she was some blonde bimbo who thought the sun shone out of her ass, and matt was the complete opposite, he was grumpy and dark, but someone how they ended up together.

"y/n your childish side is showing, i mean please do not fucking flatter yourself, i would rather gouge my own eyeballs out than have anyone think im with you, but i want my girlfriend back, i miss her" matt said, running a hand through his hair, leaning against the counter opposite you.

"aw are you gonna cry matty?" you mocked with a fake sad expression.

"y/n" nick said flatly. "you need this, come on" he continued.

you sighed, trying to really think this out. nick was right, but you also werent sure he would be so happy with this whole situation by the time you murdered his brother. there was a pause for a moment, all three of them staring at you, waiting for you to give in before you spoke up.

"how would it even work?" you asked.

"we post together, tell people were together, go to parties and shit with each other but in private i wanna stay as far away from your annoying ass as i can." matt said shrugging his shoulders while looking at you.

"what about school dumbass?" chris added.

"the same i guess, but dont be all up on me in the hallways i dont wanna be that annoying couple" matt grimaced.

"you and jess were that annoying couple, always making out in front of everyone and shit its gross, so just make sure you swap saliva in private" nick said, jabbing his hand out in front of him as he spoke to get his point across.

"this conversation is giving me literal back ache, im dipping, just figure it out and dont kill each other while you're at it." chris sighed, standing up and walking away.

"me too, just...no mean words towards each other, you're dating now remember" nick pleaded.

"no promises" matt muttered, watching nick walk out of the room, leaving you and matt in awkward silence.

neither of you really wanted to do this, but it was ideal, it was just annoying that you had to be so fucking rude and stubborn and attractive and smell so good. and it was infuriating that matt had to be so mean and punchable, and so sexy with a face that was so sittable. the two of you really couldnt resist stand eachother.

neither of you wanted to make eye contact, both just looking around before you broke the silence.

"do you really wanna do this?" you asked.

"no but its my only option" matt replied, still staring at you, sitting on the counter, from his position, leaning on the opposite side.

"so were really doing this?" you stated.

"i guess we are" he whispered, looking down at his feet.

"no kissing or anything though" you squinted at him. matt just hung his head and laughed before pushing himself off the counter and sauntering towards you, stopping when your knees met his stomach.

matt placed his hands on the counter, next to each one of your thighs and leaned his face closer to yours, making you suck in a breath from the closeness. "why baby? scared you'll like it?"

you couldnt deny the insatiable heat that was now blooming between your legs, he smelt so goo, his eyes looked hungry and the heat radiating off of his body onto yours made you dizzy. you swallowed thickly, desperately trying to regain your composure. there was no way in hell that he was going to get you that easily.

"i dont know where that mouth has been baby" you replied with a sickly-sweet smile, before pushing him back by his shoulders and hopping off the counter, making quick progress out of the kitchen and as far away from him as possible.

you heard him chuckle before he shouted.

"see you on Monday girlfriend" you could hear the smirk in his voice, and it only made you wanna turn around and slap the shit out of him more, but you just rolled your eyes and continued your decent from the kitchen.

god this was going to be torture.

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[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

This is the freebie of all freebies. Write whatever you want whenever you want how often you want. Save this in your inbox or post it, I do not mind either way. I always love to see what you write, doesnt really matter what :)

You look the man in front of you up and down and don't bother to keep your lip from curling, "No."

"Come on baby," he purred, stepping closer, reaching out to straighten your jacket, forcing contact. He screams of lust. Of the need to dominate and control. He sees what a lot of men see when they look at you.

A fragile little doll. A breakable little girl. A lost little lamb. Someone who just needs a daddy. A protector. Easy prey.

"Touch me," you warn, "and you'll forget to sit before you take a shit." You don't bother to specify whether or not it'll be because you'll mindfuck him until he bashes his head against a wall to make it stop or because Batman, Nightwing, or any number of the other heroes in the vicinity right now will curb stomp him until he's a blithering idiot.

His eyes are lifeless. Like a puppet's. And when his hand closes around your wrist his skin is hot and dry. It feels like crepe paper left in the sun and he reeks of burnt sugar. Target. Suspect.

So before you carry out your promise, you ping Cass. Trusting her to alert Bruce. You might not QUITE be able to mindfuck him into oblivion but NO ONE was ever going to prey on you again. And as he pull you close to his chest, it was immensely satisfying to make him piss his pants in the alley, writhing in wordless unhinged terror as you skipped your new black velvet boots neatly out of the puddle.

"Hn."

"Interesting way to make new friends, Changeling," Clark observed, surveying the scene. Trying not to react to the fact that you look a little too pleased with yourself.

"I did tell him not to touch me," you inform them, watching dispassionately as his sobs turned to vomiting.

"Can you let up before he aspirates things into his lungs," Bruce sighed. At least it was focused rage. And at least he'd probably cooperate as long as they didn't leave him alone in a room with you. That was... something.

And while you don't reply, at least not verbally, he can tell that you comply. Mostly because the man stops writhing and starts gibbering. "Shut up," Batman said rolling his eyes, watching Clark grab him by the back of his coat. "Just tell us what we wanna know or we'll let her do it again. Harder."

"Okay, Okay, Jesus," he protested, "I didn't know I thought she was kidding!" He looked at you and your lip curled reflexively making him flinch. "Everyone always said you were just a joke."

"Let's go," Superman said, "This drug is gonna kill-"

"Anything you wanna know! Just don't let her do it, please!" he pleaded, letting himself be lead away.

"What did you say to him?" Bruce asked, watching Clark load him into a transport where Jason and Dick were loading some others that had been rounded up.

"That if he touched me he'd forget to sit when he took a shit. Granted, I didn't say how."

"Vulgar."

"What was I supposed to do? Scream?"

"Just don't make anyone else piss themselves," Bruce sighed.

"Then don't let Stephanie pick the outfits. She dressed us like sexworkers not nuns and people keep taking liberties. It's gross."

"Point." Bruce admitted. "Point taken." He pinched the bridge of his nose and not for the first time, he just wanted all of you to be little again. You were 19 now. Still a kid. But he wondered if he'd ever stop seeing you as a little girl in his head. Because as Cass took you to the next location and he went to help Stephanie, it took an absurd amount of self-control not to call after you to put on a jacket or something.

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Creep Halloween 2024

Happy Halloween! I wanted to write a little special something for Halloween, so I hope you enjoy. :)

Keep in mind some of this references my earlier post about what they'd dress up as for Halloween :p But not all of them. Anyway! Enjoy :)

**Could be taken platonically or romantically, but it's kind of intended to be romantic for the adult creeps. No specifically romantic things happen though!

You find yourself approaching a tall pair of double doors, a costume adorning your form, a bucket for collecting treats resting on your arm. A firm breeze blows through the air, freeing leaves from the many trees surrounding you as you make your way up the front steps. You take a deep breath, preparing yourself to knock on the door, but before you can make contact, the door swings open and you're pulled inside quickly, surrounded by everyone as they wish you a Happy Halloween. Despite all the people surrounding you, there's one specific person you were hoping to see this Halloween, and you find your way to them quickly.

Jeff: "It's about damn time you get here!" His fist makes contact with the top of your head, giving you a nuggie as he clutches you to his chest, not allowing you any escape. "We still have to get ready to take Sally trick or treating tonight, because I'm on duty this year, and you're going with me, no ifs, ands, or buts. You have to, considering I already told her you're coming too and she's bouncing with joy to see you, so let's go!" He pulls you lightly in the direction of Sally's room, and you easily follow behind him.

BEN: "I thought you were never gonna make it! Listen, I need your help with my costume." He pulls you away from the others, hiding you both in secrecy. "So… Listen. I agreed to do Barbie and Ken retro rollerblade costumes with Toby, and…" He looks dejectedly down at the ground. "I don't know how to roller skate and honestly I've been a mess trying to figure it out. How about you help me out? If I still can't learn by tonight when we go out, maybe you could be my knight in shining armor and let little old me hold your arm all night to steady myself?" You find it hard to deny his pleading eyes and readily agree.

EJ: "Ugh, finally someone with someone calming shows up." Jack's brows are knit tightly as he hoists you into his arms, immediately retreating into his bedroom and plopping down on his bed. "They've been so rowdy all day, it's exhausting. I've been waiting for you to get here so I can finally relax in peace and quiet. I'll let you go out later, but for now, you're mine." Jack pins you loosely in his arms and curls up as though preparing to take a nap. You make no complaints against his movements, and laugh at his actions, causing him to huff against you.

LJ: "Gumdrop! I was beginning to think the howling wind out there blew you away on those short little legs!" Despite what your height may be, you can't deny how small you are compared to Jack, especially not when he hoists you into the air and cradles you to his chest, affectionately rubbing his cheek on top of your head. "I spent all night last night staying up making a whole bunch of different candies for you to try, so we've gotta hurry up and eat 'em all before Slender tries giving them out to anyone! …Stomach ache? What do you mean you could get a stomach ache? That doesn't matter! Halloween is now, stomach aches are later!" You can't help the allure of his freshly made candies, and so you agree despite any apprehensions.

Jason: "This is horrible!" Jason blushes as he slides into his chair at his vanity. The clown trio always matches costumes every year, always dressing as what the picker of that year chooses, and this year LJ just happened to pick sexy nuns. Despite the amount of skin that Jason is revealing, he actually looks incredible, and when you tell him as much he groans. "I appreciate your compliments dear, you know I do, but how am I supposed to go out like this? I can't be this indecent in public!" Despite his claims of indecency, he's really just showing off about half of his thighs and down, nothing too dramatic, but Jason is used to covering nearly every inch of his body with his clothing. "..What's that? Just stay in with you this year?" You nod at him, leaning him into your chest as his arms wrap around you. "Hmm… Perhaps I will." He calms down quickly as he snuggles into you.

Candy: "This is HILARIOUS!" Candy cackles as he glances in the mirror, showing off the sexy nun costume Jack had gotten the three of them at the store. You knew Candy would be excited about it, but you didn't think he'd be feeling himself so much. "You should go out with us, sugar. Jack and I already know Jason won't wanna go out and have consolation gifts ready for him, so you can be our third!" He pulls you into his arms, and you inform him while you're happy to go, your costume isn't a sexy nun. "Oh, ya don't hafta match! We just do this to be silly every year. Just you being with me is plenty enough for me, and ol' Jack won't mind!" He buries his face into your neck, nuzzling you affectionately, and you find yourself agreeing to tag along with them.

Toby: "Y-you made it!" Toby's incredibly eager as he holds you close in his arms, content noises flowing out of him as he rubs his face all over you in affection. "Come on, you've gotta l-look at my costume! I've be-been learning how to r-rollerblade for we-weeks to impress BEN!" The excitement in his voice sends a shiver down the back of a certain other resident, who quickly scampers away to ready his own matching costume. "You've g-gotta see how cool I look!" You find it hard to resist as he excitedly pulls you upstairs, quickly slamming his door shut in his rush to put on his rollerblades and show off his skills. Not accounting for his slick wooden floor, Toby quickly glides into you on accident, nearly toppling you over as he holds you safely in his arms, laughter filling his room.

Tim: "Oh, you made it. I was wondering if you'd have time to come over." He gives you a squeeze and pats your head affectionately. "Did you decide if you're going out tonight? I'll be stuck inside finishing up my Halloween baking." You think to yourself for a moment, the idea of going out with the others is an enjoyable idea, but the thought of how good Tim's baking is going to taste leads you to consider the opposite. "Oh? You're going to stay with me?" He smiles easily at your words, eyes narrowing joyfully as he pats your head once more. "Good. You always make the best company."

Brian: "You look great!" Brian's voice is filled with excitement as he squeezes you into his arms, his warmth flooding into you and contrasting the cold air behind you. "I was wondering what you'd end up dressing up as. Whaddya think?" He steps back to show you his costume, picked out by Toby from Spirit Halloween, Bob Ross himself. Brian shines with joy as he stands before you, and you can't help but smile at him, complimenting his appearance. "Thank you! I was actually pretty excited about it." He stands tall and proud, before pulling you into another hug. "I'm just glad you're the person I get to go out with tonight."

Liu: "There you are! I was starting to think you'd bailed on me or something." His light voice teases you as he ruffles your hair, laughter flowing out of him as he holds you close. "How was I supposed to celebrate Halloween without you by my side? I have so many movies picked out for us to watch together, and a whole bag of your favorite candy waiting for you." You quirk an eyebrow at him, questioning his decision considering his regular lectures to not eat too many sweets. "Hey, it's Halloween, alright? Tonight is the one night I'll allow you to fill up on as much candy as you want. …Only if I can have some too!" He adds to his statement with a huff as he crosses his arms, smiling easily when you laugh at his antics.

Jane: "Well, well, well. I thought I was going to be best dressed this year, but look at how cute you are." Jane teases you affectionately, looking your costume up and down with a smile. "I'm matching with Nat this year, but maybe we should've all matched so I could brag about how I'm matching with the biggest cutie I know." You lightly poke her and tell her to stop teasing you, but her eyes only light up as a bigger smile blooms on her cheeks. "Ah, but you didn't deny my words. So you ARE the biggest cutie I know, hm?" You go to retort back at her, and she chuckles, shaking her head and hugging you once more. "It's alright, it's alright. I'll stop teasing ya. …..For now." She chuckles evilly into your shoulder as she squeezes you tightly.

Natalie: "Looks like the party has arrived!" She yells in excitement, squishing you against her body in a way that has you gasping for air in her tight grip, your hand patting her back quickly to get her to let go. "Oh, my bad!" She giggles as she releases you, her head cocking to the side as she smiles at you. "You know how excited I get about Halloween! I've been bouncing off the walls all day waiting for you to get here!" You remark that it's still early morning, and she huffs at you, puffing out her cheeks. "That's beside the point! The point is, I've been waiting! So come on, we've gotta get our spook on and start all of our activities!" She tugs at you impatiently, and you relent and trail after her with laughter.

Helen: "Oh, thank god. You have got to help me." Tugging you forcefully into a separate room, Helen grips your shoulders with a nervous look in his eyes. "Look at me! I look ridiculous! You've got to convince Nat and Pup to not make me go out this year." Contrary to his words, Helen looks quite good, dressed up in Victorian clothing with his hair styled and fake fangs protruding past his lips, you actually think he looks quite nice, and when you tell him as much he blushes and shakes his head. "Regardless! I don't wanna have to go out in front of other people like this! You have to help me." Helen is never so emotionally against something, and so you tug him into a comforting hug, reassuring him that you'll convince the others out of making him go.

Puppeteer: "I don't look stupid, do I?" He's looking over himself in the mirror, his hair styled wildly, a werewolf costume he picked up last night decorating his body as he continuously looks in the mirror. You tell him you think he looks great, and he sighs, turning to face you. "I don't normally dress up, so I wasn't sure if I'd look good or not." You tell him he looks smokin' hot to tease him, and he snorts in shock at your words. "What unusual words for you to say to me! But I'll take it." He says, looking over himself in the mirror once more. "Hmmm… Alright. I may as well head out. If I don't, I might back out." You follow him out of his room, knowing if you don't go with him he might back out anyway.

Smiley: "Well, well, well. If it isn't my favorite patient." His lips quirk up into a smirk as he pulls you to his chest, bending down to rub his nose against your cheek. You respond back that you're not technically his patient, and he sighs at you with a pout as he shakes his head. "Why can't you ever just play along?" You tell him it's because if you play along he'll start dragging you into his antics more regularly, and he smirks again. "Oh, please. I'm going to drag you into my antics all the time anyway. Who are you kidding?" He ruffles your hair, guiding you away as he continues to tease you.

Sally: A loud gasp fills the air as her arms circle around your waist, her head rubbing against your stomach. "Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh!" She yells out, bouncing up and down as she looks up at you in pure elation. "When Jeff said you were coming too I got so excited! I barely slept last night I was so happy!" You can't help but smile down at her, ruffling her hair and telling her you'll go trick or treating with her every year if she wants, and she gasps again. "REALLY?! THAT WOULD BE AWESOME!" She screams out, bouncing up and down before clinging to you once more, happy to have her favorite "sibling" with her on a fun day like Halloween. Not that she'd tell the others you're her favorite, but it's pretty damn obvious with how she's bouncing off the walls.

Slender: "Ah, wonderful, you've made it." His voice is mirthful as he greets you, bending down to scoop you into a hug. Jack Skellington's suit adorns him, and he looks quite nice in it. "Thank you so much for volunteering to hand out candy with me, my dear. Your company is always appreciated." Slender leads you back to the kitchen, where there are multiple bowls, and multiple bags of candy waiting to be dumped into them. "I wasn't sure which bowl or candy would be best, so I got a variety." He pauses, his tone laced with a hint of regret and insecurity. "I did too much, didn't I?" You laugh, reaching up to pat his back and reassure him that he did wonderfully, a sheepish chuckle leaving him as you set out to work at filling the bowls.

Offender: "Well? How do I look?" He's wearing a suit that looks identical to Slender's favorite, right down to the handkerchief, and you can't help but look at him questioningly. "What? I wanted to be annoying this year, so who better to dress up as?" You snort at him and bump him affectionately, telling him he'd best keep his mouth shut if he doesn't want Slender hearing him. "Oh, please. He wouldn't yell at me on Halloween! …Would he?" You hum thoughtfully at his question, before saying maybe you should find out. You dash off to find Slender, Fen hot on your heels to prevent you from getting him in trouble.

Splendor: "Pretty funny, right?" He can barely hold in his giggles, adorned in a suit that matches Slender, but with Offender's signature hat and a rose tucked into his jacket pocket. You ask him what he's doing, and he beams widely. "Well! Fenny dressed up as Slen to make fun of him, so I wanted to take it a step further!" He places his hand proudly on his chest, and you can't help but laugh at his excitement. You say he's silly, and he smiles at you affectionately, bending to press a kiss to your forehead. "Of course I am! Silly is practically my middle name!" He scoops you into a hug, before telling you of his plan to rile up his brothers with his costume, his mischievousness coming out in full force.

Trender: "Ah, hello, darling." He greets you with a hug and then a bow, before rubbing the top of your head affectionately. "I knew that costume would look positively wonderful on you, my dear. I do truly have the finest craftsmanship." The costume adorning your figure was made by none other than Trender himself, so it's no wonder that you look incredible in it. You compliment his own costume, also tailored by himself, and he stands proudly, reveling in your compliments. "Thank you! I always put my best into everything I design! In fact, I'm already planning next year's outfit. Would you like to see the sketches?" You smile at his enthusiasm and nod eagerly, following after him as he leads you to his studio.

Zalgo: "I'm glad you made it safely." The king greets you at the entrance of his castle, giving you a warm hug as his employees hustle and bustle behind him, a sigh leaving him as he stands. "They insisted upon decorating the whole castle for Halloween, and they've been rushing around since last night." You can tell the hustling of his employees makes him anxious, so you rub his back soothingly to calm him. You reassure him that everything will be okay, and his vision drops back to you with a smile. "Of course everything will be okay. After all, you're here now." He ruffles your hair, turning to retreat back to his office for some peace and quiet, and you follow quickly behind him, filling him in on your Halloween plans as you go.

Nina: "LOOK AT THIS PLACE! ISN'T IT AWESOME?!" She shouts over the loud noise of the other employees decorating Zalgo's castle, and you poke her cheek gently as a warning for her to keep her voice down, so she smiles apologetically. "We all agreed to decorate the castle together, but we forgot how big it truly is. Would you like to help?" She holds up the decorations she'd been carrying, and you agree excitedly, taking some of them from her grasp. She bounces back and forth in excitement at your agreeing, and quickly drags you across the castle to the area she's in charge of, explaining all the design choices to you as she goes.

Hobo: "Do I look okay..?" His voice is unsure as he looks in the mirror, his wings hanging down sadly at his general lack of confidence. BEN had picked his outfit for him this year, and you personally thought he made a good choice, so you do your best to reassure Hobo, giving him a comforting hug that perks him back up easily. "Well, if you think I look nice, then it must be so. You'd never lie to me, after all." He smiles at you boyishly, and you can't help but return the grin, ruffling his hair and causing him to laugh, his wings poofing up in his excitement. "Although, I know one thing's for sure. You're definitely the cuter one between us." He says gesturing at your costume, and he quickly leaves the room before you can argue back, leaving you to shout your disagreement as you chase after him.

Kate: "Look how nice the girls made me look!" She smiles at you excitedly, decked out in an intricate Corpse Bride costume, one that Jane and Natalie had helped her with all morning, and you had to admit she looked stunning. "Aww, thank you!" She accepts your compliments with a smile, leaning forward to hug you gently to not smudge her makeup on you. "I can't wait to go out tonight and show this off! You're coming too, right?!" She gets even more excited when you agree, twirling around in her wedding dress and clutching the bouquet Jane had given her to her chest. "This is gonna be the best Halloween ever!" She cheers, and you can't help but agree with her."

This will be the best Halloween ever. After all, you're spending it with your favorite character.

[marauderundercover]

Jasonette Meet Cute

Marinette had always been great at reading a person’s character, even before she became the Guardian of the Miraculous. Things she’d already noticed had just become more pronounced. For example, while she could tell the guy tailing her had horrific intentions, she could tell the man walking out of the bar just ahead was a good person. She could only hope that her little ‘talent’ wouldn’t fail her now. Pushing down her anxiety, she walks a little quicker, ignoring the way the man behind her also quickened his steps. 

“Babe! How’d you know I was so close?” Marinette calls, rushing forward and grabbing the bar man’s hand. For his part, he doesn’t flinch, just quirks an eyebrow at her. She gives him a look that she hopes he can read. A pleading one, one begging him to just go along with it until she could explain. 

“You have your location on on Pic Chat, love. I saw you were getting close so I decided to come out and greet you.” He says, and Marinette feels her shoulders relax slightly. She glances back and the man who was tailing her makes eye contact with her, his eyes narrowing. Marinette flinches slightly, but relaxes when her knight in shining leather squeezes her hand gently. 

“I’m actually exhausted, could we just…go home? I know everyone was waiting for us-” She starts rambling, but the guy cuts her off. 

“Of course. My bike’s parked around back.” He says, leading her around the corner. Now, if anyone else had found themselves in this situation, Marinette wouldn’t suggest following a stranger into a dark alley. However, the kwami in her purse were still and silent, and Marinette herself couldn’t feel any bad intentions coming from him. The second they’re both on the bike, the man whispers a quiet “hold on”, before he’s taking off. Suppressing a shriek of delight- Marinette had always adored motorcycles- she finds herself holding tightly as she relaxes. Despite not knowing where the guy was driving her too, she felt much safer than she had earlier when the other guy had been following her. After ten minutes of weaving around the city, the guy pulls over in front of a 24 hour coffee shop. Marinette lets go of him and scrambles off the bike, trying to push down the blush rising on her cheeks. Now, away from the original situation, she gets to explain to this random man why she grabbed onto him and wouldn’t let go. 

“I-”

“It’s kind of chilly. Would you like to go in for a cup of coffee? We can talk inside.” The guy offers. Marinette almost declines, almost just leaves, but she decides to take the plunge and follow him inside. 

“Sure.” She says, and he gives her a lopsided grin before opening the door for her. 

“I’m Jason, by the way.” He says, following her into the line. Marinette grins at him. 

“Marinette.” She says, unable to shake the feeling that her life had just changed for the better.

[spidernuggets]

Jason Todd x Reader

Warning: Mentions of suicide attempt

"You're not crazy, Y/n! If anyone thinks so, they're the crazy ones-"

You laugh. "Thanks, Jason. I like being friends with you too."

"Jesus, keep it down, would ya," you say groggily, rubbing your eye as you walk out of your room, utterly confused at the commotion unravelling in the lobby. "The fuck is going on?"

"You people are insane! I'd rather be with Deathstroke than with you assholes..." Jason says, the last statement he claims more quietly. A harsh truth, revealing how little his supposed teammates thinks of him.

"Jason drew crosses all over my mirror after telling me to go get looked at by a fucking priest!" Rachel yells in anger.

You looked over at Jason in confusion.

"Yeah, I told her to get looked at, so what?" Jason yells back. "You almost fucking killed me! And I didn't draw those crosses, I haven't got a fucking clue what you're on about, how many time do I have to say it!"

You stare at the two, still delirious from your interrupted nap. Jason would say some fucked up stuff but drawing crosses? He wouldn't go that far. Barking and yapping is the most he'd do.

"And he put a beer bottle in my room," Hank says.

"And a picture of Elis," Dawn adds.

"And an orange soda bottle," Donna finishes.

The adults list the things Jason presumably planted in their rooms. But for what motif? Just to piss them off? Wait. Jason literally fell from a building like, what? Yesterday? Why the fuck would he pull this shit then..

"Wait, wait, wait. Pause, I can not stress this enough," you say. "I understand Rachel's situation, what the fuck about you guys?" You ask the other adults.

"Jason just put some shit that was deeply connected to our past in our room. If he pulls something like this again, I'll forget what team he's on," Hank replies.

You cross your arms. "Okay, did any of yous tell Jason about this deep shit about your past?"

Rachel and Gar's head turned to the adults as they all looked at each other with doubt.

"Oh my fucking days," You scoffed, aggressively rubbing your temples.

Before you can scold at them, you notice Jason is already gone.

Jeez, maybe I am a shit teammate.

You ram into his room first and instantly run out when you see he's not there. You check the surveillance room, the training room. Not there, either. Finally, you speed up to the roof. And there he was, standing at the edge.

Your heartbeat's pace picked up.

"Jason," you called out. He looked over his shoulder, then looked right ahead of him.

"C'mon, Jason, get down from there. We can work this out," you slowly say, taking small steps towards him.

You see him shake his head. "There's nothing to work out," he says. "I'm just gonna fuck things up again. There's a poison in me. That shit spreads. Hurts even the most healthy people."

You stip at a safe distance where Jason wouldn't make any irrational movements if you'd come any closer, and you lean against the ledge near him.

"Mm, well, what about people who's already unhealthy?"

Jason turns his head to look at you in confusion.

"Jason, all of us here has been through some tough shit. From my experience, this 'poison' you're talking about, it's nothing compared to what I had to face. I'm sorry that they accused you, Jason. I don't even know why they did- they don't even have a good reason to," you explain, making sure he knew that you were not against him, that he wasn't alone.

"I don't know if this makes any difference," you continue, "but I believe that you didn't do any of that."

"You don't?" Jason asks in disbelief, yet still a hint of hope in his voice.

"Of course I don't. You're my teamma... You're my friend, Jason," you reply back, thinking it's safe to step closer to him as you reach a hand out towards him. "Please come down," you pleaded.

Jason stares at your offering hand for a while, then glances the view in front of him before returning his gaze to your hand.

He sighs, taking your hand in his and steoping diwn from the ledge, leaving a gasp of relief from you before you pull him into a tight embrace.

A few seconds later, you push him away, realising you may have crossed some boundaries.

"Sorry.. I- I'm just glad you came down," you admitted as Jason just shrugged in reply.

You sighed as you sat down, your back leaning against the ledge, patting the ground beside you, inviting Jason to sit beside you.

"Jason, you are kind of an asshole. I mean, you did tell Rachel to go get looked at by a priest- I know she almost tried to kill you, but she still needs to get a hold of her powers. I'm not saying it's not a reason to be scared of her! If I was in your place, I'd be freaked out by her, too. Just give her some time. Plus, you did call both her and Rose freaks..." Jason slightly nods at his mistake. "But... you're one of the most extraordinary people I've ever met," you admit as it seemed like Jason's head could've snapped off his neck from how fast he turned.

"Don't let it get to your ego," you say before continuing, "I mean, you can spar blindfolded! You survived being kidnapped by Dr. Light and Deathstroke. Oh... and Jason," you call out to him before you shift yourself to face him properly. "I know you're always saying you're okay after your... fall. But it's not a sign of weakness to ask for help. You don't need to prove yourself to anybody. Not to me, at least," you finish, placing a hand kn his shoulder for assurance.

All Jason does is look at you, probably searching for any sort of trap or lies or whatnot. You believe you've said too much that things got awkward and he probably wants to be alone.

"Yeah.. I've been talking for too long," you agree to his probable thoughts as you try to get up.

But Jason stops you, grabbing a hold of your arm.

"No," he says, "I... Thank you," he confesses as you take your place back on the ground. "Yeah, I guess I am an asshole," he continues, looking at the concrete underneath him. "I don't know... It's just shit I say. Sometimes, I say it without thinking. I say a lot of shit without thinking," he admits his wrongdoings.

"And that's okay," you reply, placing your hand on top of his. "We make mistakes. But we talk it out, and we forgive."

"I didn't put all that shit there or draw the crosses, I swear-"

"Jason, you don't need to try convince me. I told you, I believe you," you reassure him.

"Didn't really believe that you believed me," he shrugged. "The others still probably think I'm insane."

"If they do, I'll just punch some sense into them," you tell him. "Besides, they can't think you're any crazier than me."

Jason's eyebrows scrunched together. "What do you mean?"

"Oh shit," you laughed. "You never knew about how I became a Titan, and how I even met the others,."

Jason shakes his head.

"Well, I was running away from my mom. Criminal, but not one of those well-known ones. Robbed a few jewels here and there, had some of her workers try and catch me. Then, when I lost them, the only place I could think of staying was an alleyway. Luckily, it was on the safe side of town. That's when Dick found me. Brought me back to the tower-"

"He really has a thing for bringing unconscious people back to the tower, huh?" Jason interrupts, and you couldn't help but laugh.

"That sounds horrible without context," you say, then continue, "but yeah. When I woke up, I was absolutely shitting myself. I was my bag, but when I got to the elevator, the passcode wouldn't unlock. That's when everyone came. Hank, Dawn, Donna, Dick, Gar, and Rachel. I was so freaked out. So I threw my homemade bombs at them-"

"I'm sorry, bombs??"

"Calm down. They were just glitter bombs," you say as Jason makes a face in both confusion and amusement.

"Bht my mom taught me a few tricks. Pinned Gar to the wall with a couple of knives. Dawn was stuck to the floor with some knives, too. I think Hank was blinded by some glitter. But yeah, eventually, they got me to calm down," you finish, laughing at the memory.

"Jesus... I still can't get over the glitter bombs. I thought you just made flash and concussion bombs," Jason says.

You shook your head. "Nah, I only learned how to make those later. The glitter bombs were just a hobby. So, I guess you yourself aren't as insane as you think you are. I mean, even when I used to go to school, kids would think that I'm crazy, but I probably am, like, glitter bombs as a hobby? I-"

"You're not crazy, Y/n! If anyone thinks so, they're the crazy ones-"

You laugh. "Thanks, Jason. I like being friends with you too."

Jason's reaction is hesitant, but he smiles and laughs with you.

"C'mon, let's go back down. You need a rest. A long rest. We can even listen to that loud metal music you listen to," you say as you get up, dusting yourself off.

suggestions for part 2?

Jason copies you, getting up and wiping any dirt off from his pants, and a genuine smile on his face as he follows you down back to his room.

[jasmine-the-fox]

Saved by technology

azv2448 sent me a very... interesting request... let us all see how it goes yes?

Here we go!

Markov has been suspicious towards Lila Rossi since her first day. While her stories interested the class… Markov noticed she would never show pictures or videos or anything to confirm her stories at all.

Because of this Markov did the one thing no one who believed Lila’s stories ever did… research her online, he found nothing, in fact he only found Alya’s blog as a result on Lila in the end… which told him she was a liar in the end. He tried to inform Max of his research but his best friend and creator ignores him… and then Markov uncovers something horrible and cruel.

After a while, the little robot discovers that not only is the class bullying Marinette while accusing her of doing horrible things to Lila that were simply not true, but Adrien was also harassing her to force her to date him.

Markov knew that what they were all doing was wrong… but it was clear that they were all too blinded to care about it so he took it upon himself to record all of there actions… who harms her physically, mentally, who steals her things, who destroys her things and each time Marinette rejected Adrien and told him she already has a boyfriend… which angered Markov greatly.

For a whole week he records everything… once he believed he had enough… Markov decided to go one last time to Max “Max? Please listen to me… Lila Rossi has done nothing but lie 100% of the time she speaks to you! If you continue down this path you will be no better then Hawkmoth!” he pleaded… but Max instead shut him down “Lila was right. Markov was a failure, I’ll to redo the entire work for the next one so this doesn’t happen again” he says as he throws Markov out the window of his room.

He didn’t care that Tim Drake was walking by when Markov hit him on the head before he caught him “Huh? Isn’t this a little like the little robot Nettie spoke about?” he mumbled to himself before heading to Marinette’s place. When he arrived Mari wasn’t there… instead it was her parent’s and the Kent’s who greeted him before together they got Markov to turn on once more.

“Where am I? Wait… is the Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s parents’ bakery?” he asked making Sabine confirm it… Markov quickly began to tell them everything he knew… Damian and Jason sadly came over at that moment… and had to quickly be restrained from going out to “talk” to the class and Adrien.

Bruce who was there contacted his lawyers while Clark and Louise began talking with Markov to get the footage he collected for an entire week, it was then that Chloe ran into the bakery in a panic “Quick! It’s Mari!” she cried out just as Kagami and Luka brought in Marinette who was injured “What happened!?” Jon asked as they brought her up to the couch to be examined and treated.

“It was Adrien. He ran over to us as we were on our way back and asked to speak to Marinette alone. We moved a little away and heard him trying to pressure her into dating him, she rejected him of course… and then Adrien attacked her. We rushed over to help her and then rushed here” Kagami explained as they discovered that Mari’s injuries weren’t severe.

Tim began to work to look at the data in Markov for the footage and added his own work “I updated your coding with my own… it should protect you from anyone who might try to hack you to wipe everything” he explained making Markov thank him.

It takes a while, but Mari wakes up to Markov apologizing to her for not getting Max to see the truth about Lila, of course Mari forgives him and offers him to live in her home “It’s not perfect but I hope it’s alright” she explained and the robot agreed to the offer. Within a few days, Markov has greatly improved Mari’s life… she wakes up early, is able to schedule different commissions she needs to work on, is able to quickly what she’s running out of and many more things including helping her parents at the bakery.

Soon, Louise and Clark go public with the fact that Lila Rossi is a liar, Adrein harassing Marinette and the footage of everything the class has done to her. Chloe helped by getting the police involved to investigate the entire thing while Bruce makes sure his lawyers help where they can… of course though… there is chaos… in which case Lila once more becomes Volpina who claimed all of this was a lie.

“I have proof!” she claimed as Ladybug, Queen Bee, Ryuko, Viperion, Superman, Superboy and the entire Batfam appeared before her “You mean you have an illusion ready to lie your way out?” Red Hood said as Nightwing knocked her out and released her akuma so Ladybug could purify it… of course Cat Noir wasn’t there… it wasn’t that hard for him to be hit with venom so his ring could be taken… revealing him as Adrien.

Hawkmoth reveals himself to akumatized her but the gang surrounds him and takes him down… revealing him to be Gabriel Agreste. He is quickly arrested for his crimes against Paris, Damocles, Caline and the class get sued for there actions towards Marinette. Due to there beliefs towards Lila, none of them think they did anything wrong to her at all, the lawsuits ruined all of them of course.

Chloe, Kagami, Luka and Marinette all moved to the states where they would be safe and away from the bad guys, they became so famous and popular that news spread all the way to Paris about them. The class of course regretted their actions… but Alya was worse, she tried calling Mari in the hopes she would be forgiven and helped but quickly received a cease-and-desist letter to never contact Mari again which broke her heart as she like the class wondered how their lives would have been had they not bullied her.

The last thing they heard… were Mari to Damien, Chloe to Jon and Kagami to Luka’s weddings. It was the top of the talk and the one thing people kept talking about. Of course the class often heard about it and deeply regretted there actions even more… each of them picturing what they would have been doing for Marinette’s big day had they not bullied her… Alya imagined the post she would have made for her blog (without Mari’s permission like always) Adrien imagined himself marrying Marinette, some imagined the party they have had for her while others imagined helping her pick her dress or what she would have made them to wear for her big day.

Meanwhile… Lila was seething with rage; it wasn’t fair that her life was ruined while Marinette soared into fame! It should be her marrying a rich and famous person, she should be the one having an amazing wedding… but instead Marinette was happy and enjoying her happy ending while Lila suffered for her crimes.

Good thing Max threw Markov out though! It was all thanks to him that Marinette got justice and is now happy!

[bluebird8683]

RR is dead, Tim is not

Tim Drake stood on the rooftop of an abandoned high-rise, the wind pulling at his cape like it was trying to hold him back, as though Gotham itself were begging him to reconsider. He would miss this—the only home he had ever known. The city stretched out beneath him, its ceaseless hum a bittersweet symphony, a reminder of all the people who probably wouldn’t miss him, not really. And yet, the wind seemed almost alive, whispering doubts, pleading with him to stay, even as he remained steadfast in his decision.

They’d mourn Red Robin, perhaps. Maybe even Tim Drake, for a fleeting moment. (Tam is the only one he truly feels bad about leaving behind, but she has a life outside of him, friends who care about her. She'll be ok.) But eventually, they’d move on, the way Gotham always did. Would the family even notice his absence?  A part of him whispered they might be better off without him. That they’d be happier, lighter, without the weight of someone they never seemed to truly see. 

He’d made sure of it.

Tim looked down at the blood pooling on the cracked concrete, dark and glistening under the cold moonlight. The crimson trail spidered out across the rooftop, a macabre work of art he had painted with his own blood, painstakingly collected over weeks to ensure authenticity. Almost hiding the faint scent of ozone in the air from the rainstorm earlier today, the scent of iron, or blood, hung heavy in the air. The scene in front of him is a gruesome sight- one he purposely staged to be that way, but horrid all the same. The manikin he painstakingly ensured looked exactly like him (down to not having a spleen and that paper-cut he got earlier today in the office) was one that he had grown and made explicitly for this. It never breathed in life, but he had made sure all the muscles showed all the wear and tear his muscles likely had.

He arranged it to be crumpled near the roof entrance of the building, its fingers splayed unnaturally, some twisted and broken as though his attacker had tried to torture something out of him that he refused to give. One shoulder was visibly dislocated, the other broken in such a way that his bone was sticking out of his skin. The left leg bent as if he had somehow gained a second knee. The neck bore the telltale bruising of strangulation, the skin mottled with dark purples, a haunting testament to his fabricated final moments. (Though there is bruising elsewhere on the body, the ones on his neck were the darkest.)  

The area around the manikin was a tableau of chaos: broken bits of his bo staff scattered like splinters of a shattered life, and tears in the suit—carefully slashed to match the grotesque injuries—added the final touch of authenticity along with the extra blood he had collected from himself in advance pooling and being poured from specific spots. He doubted anyone would be able to tell that he was still alive after seeing this. No one but him would ever see this as what it was, a staged exit. They might call it a tragedy (if they're feeling generous) or a lost fight. They would call it the curtain call of his life, but all it truly was is the end of Act I.

The stage was perfect. (Thinking of this all as a play had made him feel better about it, thinking of the clone as a manikin as he removed the spleen and injured it, as he put together the murder scene...) 

Tim’s gaze swept over the rooftop one last time, cataloging every detail. The smear and drops of blood around the roof, the broken bits of his bo staff lying near the body covered in wounds, the com he placed in its ear. The entire scene screamed tragedy—a hero ambushed, overpowered, and left lifeless on a cold rooftop, the final act of violence etched around his neck in a black bruise.

It had to be convincing. It had to be enough to fool Bruce, Dick, Damian, and even Barbara. Tim could imagine the triumphant sneer on Damien's face, the satisfaction of no longer sharing the Robin title in any form. And Jason… Jason might raise a beer, toasting the end of the “replacement.” The thought hurt. (Thoughts of how they viewed him always did- it's why he tries not to let his mind wander... not that he can really do that- but that's part of the reason that he's doing this.) He’d run through every possibility, refining his plan with several contingencies he can switch to at a moment's notice. That was what he did. That was who he was. (Something that Bruce trained into him.)

His fingers trembled as he adjusted the position of the manikin’s arm one last time. Not from fear or regret—those emotions had burned out weeks ago. This was the final piece of a puzzle he’d been building for months. (He left a nice little case for the detective family to follow, if they decide to investigate his demise. All the leads would turn cold though, of course.) He should feel relief, maybe even triumph, but all he felt was a bone-deep exhaustion.

“This is it,” he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible over the gusts of wind.

He stepped back, letting the scene burn into his memory. For a moment, he allowed himself to imagine what would happen next. The news would break—Red Robin, dead in the line of duty. (He knew his body would be discovered in the morning- the owner of the building liked to come up for a smoke every morning before going to work.)

The family might grieve, or maybe they wouldn’t. Tim wasn’t sure anymore. Would they even miss him, or would they be better off without him?  Maybe they’d even be happier. Bruce would brood, sure, throwing himself into the case until he found just enough to close it. Damian, though, might sneer, claiming he saw it coming. Dick… Dick might actually cry. But eventually, they’d move on. They always did. After all, it had been months since any of them had really talked. How could they miss someone they never cared to know?   

But eventually, they’d move on. They’d forget. It's not like it'll change much.

Tim swallowed hard, forcing the lump in his throat back down where it belonged. This wasn’t about them. This was about him. A chance to finally breathe without the crushing weight of their expectations, their demands, their indifference. All this without even a courtesy "thanks." He’d spent so long loving them, sacrificing his sleep, his time, his social life for them, and all it had earned him was emptiness. Exploitation masquerading as family.

He's had enough.

He turned away from the body, moving to the edge of the rooftop. His new gear was already packed, hidden in a secure location outside Gotham. His offshore accounts were loaded, his new identity (and several back-ups) painstakingly crafted. Every system he’d set up—from the programs helping Gotham’s homeless to the automated responses at WE—would run smoothly without him. He’d made sure of it. Everything major will be fine without him. They’ll be fine without him.

Tim took a deep breath, letting the cold air fill his lungs. His heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline coursing through his veins. This was it. The last goodbye.

He turned on the device that would hide his heartbeat from anyone with advanced hearing, stepped off the ledge and disappeared into the shadows, leaving behind all he had ever known, the fractured remnants of his life, and the only city he had ever called home. 

[marinettesaltprompts]

So it's not confusing among the submissions this is part 2

It had been a couple of years since Adrien had moved to Gotham, and it was the best choice he had ever made. He married his childhood friend who he always loved, he was surrounded by his kids, and the kwami's were happy to roam around the manor freely. Unlike the mansion he grew up in in Paris, Wayne manor truly felt like a home. It was warm, loud, and full of life. When they first reconnected, it took him a while to recognize the signs of Bruce being a vigilante. When he told Bruce that he knew, they sat down and talked about him training to be batman and Adrien's experience being chat noir fighting hawkmoth.

Not long after their talk they started dating. It was a surprise when Bruce adopted Dick but he was more than happy to be there for him, and by the time Jason came into the picture they were married. Even though his husband and kids were vigilantes, Adrien wasn't. He had his fill of heroism back in Paris, so, he was perfectly happy to stay with Alfred and help from the cave. If they ever needed him he had no problem transforming and going out. It's also not uncommon for someone to bring back a miraculous they found, sometimes they got lucky and found entire miracle boxes. When they heard the story of what happened in new york and shanghai they decided to collect any they came across.

Marinette however had never moved on from Adrien. She was livid when chat noir had tricked her and took her miraculous, even more when he told the public that Gabriel Agreste had been killed during the fight. To her it was too harsh for Adrien to handle, this feeling only deepened when he left without telling anyone. At least she thought he didn't tell anyone but it turned out he told Luka and Kagami. No matter how much she begged and pleaded they wouldn't tell her where he went or how he was doing, telling her she needed to respect his privacy. She focused on trying to grow her brand but it was hard when the industry was so cut throat and new people were getting recognized everyday.

Marinette was in Gotham for an anniversary gala to try and get her work out there, though she couldn't remember what couple the gala was supposed to be celebrating. Then like her eyes were drawn there, she spotted a familiar figure with blonde hair. Marinette was excited as she made her way towards him, even with his back turned she'd recognize him anywhere. Adrien momentarily froze hearing a familiar voice. He hadn't seen Marinette in a long time and after Paris he planed to keep it that way. Through out the conversation he made sure to keep a distance while still being polite. Then she asked the unexpected, "Do you want to go out for dinner later". Thankfully Dick came to his rescue saying it was time for the announcement.

Marinette watched as Adrien and the mysterious man walked away for some sort of announcement. She was disappointed that she didn't get an answer but figured she could ask again once the announcement was over. She was surprised that the gala was for the Bruce Wayne and found her world shattered when he announced his anniversary with his husband Adrien. She couldn't believe it, after all those years hoping he would come home, he was here married with kids. Adrien had moved on from Paris while Marinette was stuck in the past, hoping that he would come back and they would get married, have three kids, and a hamster. Everything was supposed to be perfect and yet Adrien had left and built a life and a family for himself while she was just there.

[bringbacktim]

Fearless -O.P⁸¹

Not edited or proofread

This took forever and I apologise

Warnings: overuse of words cause I cba to find synonyms , I took lyrics out so its choppy at some parts

I want to thank @rinna0017 for telling me Oscar is fearless by Taylor swift coded because yes he is

Wc:1.5k

There's something about the way

The street looks when it's just rained

Oscar and Y/n were enjoying day three of seven in Portugal , the weather had been great the whole time they'd been there . Well that was until they planned to actually go somewhere and then it rained cats and dogs , but when you're a young couple in love nothing can put you in a bad mood

The pair couldn't stop giggling as they tried to either find some tree to hide under or a hideaway to duck under until the rain stopped

There's a glow off the pavement

Any oil that had leaked onto the pavements before the northern downpour were displaying all the colours of the rainbow as it mixed with the rain water , which made for a pretty sight

You walk me to the car

Oscar was in more of a rush to get to the rental car , probably due to his expensive clothing, practically dragging her

"C'mon baby we're gonna get soaked if you don't hurry up" he basically pleaded as he turned to look back at her

"It's only rain oscar, it's not going to kill you" she said with a laugh

As they approached the quaint Mini Cooper they had rented opting for a car that wouldn't stand out unlike the McLaren's he was used to

And you know I wanna ask you to dance right there

In the middle of the parking lot, yeah

Oscar was confused at first when he opened the passenger door for his girlfriend to get in , but she just put her stuff on the seat and closed the door . As he caught her eyes to question her he saw her stood like the confused emoji(🤷🏻‍♀️) hands up and a head tilt, of course he knew what this meant as he'd been in this situation before

"We're not dancing in the rain again"

"It was fun last time don't lie , you just want to go back to the hotel and watch Ozark" she accused

"Okay maybe I do , but don't act like Jason Bateman isn't your celebrity crush" he retorted as she laughed knowing it was true

We're drivin' down the road, I wonder if you know

I'm trying so hard not to get caught up now

Y/n will admit that she was one hundred percent ogling/admiring her boyfriend from the passenger seat , but who wouldn't that white shirt was doing wonders for him

"It's a good thing I don't ever let you drive , you'd crash 'cause you're too busy looking at me" he laughed feeling her eyes bore a hole in the side of his head

"Some people take it as a compliment y'know having their girlfriend think they're hot" she tried to sound serious/annoyed, but couldn't help but crack a smile

"You think I'm hot?" He questioned turning to her with a classic "I hate you" with a shake of the head and a grin

But you're just so cool, run your hands through your hair

Absentmindedly makin' me want you

Everyone knows that one of the hottest things a guy can do is run his hand through his hair subconsciously, so when he did it before putting his hand on the back of her headrest her heart nearly stopped due to how hot those two actions were together

Truth be told if she was in that drivers seat they would be parked far enough away from anyone walking by and if anyone from the authorities questioned them they'd claim they didn't know the laws in Portugal

And I don't know how it gets better than this

How could life possibly get any better than driving down some country road wind in her hair , sun shining , her boyfriend beside her , and some Taylor Swift love song playing on the radio as they sang along

"Are you sure we can't just stay here forever?" She asked looking over at him

"I wish, but we both know you'd get bored in a week" he said with a smile and a playful shove in her direction

"Depends if you talk to me about cricket or not "

That statement earned her a scoff and a " don't lie you love it " from the man next to her as she laughed along . She didn't mean it in a mean way , everyone has one subject that they can and will talk about with someone even if they don't care or like it

You take my hand and drag me

headfirst, fearless

The car came to an abrupt stop and

Y/n was confused as to why he'd stopped and where they were , well that was until she looked around and out of the window as he was getting out that she realised they were at a beach that they'd seen what they assumed were other tourists on the first day who looked like they were having the times of their lives dancing a long to music and chatting or sunbathing and taking it all in

"When you said we were going to come back to this beach, I'd assumed it was going to be when the weather was nice"

"Don't act like you don't want to have a fearless moment right now" he beamed at her as he lead her out of the car and down the boardwalk

"You know me so well" she said basically running behind as he dragged her

And I don't know why but with you I'd dance

In a storm in my best dress, fearless

As they swayed in the heavy rain and powerful wind Y/n realised that she wouldn't want to dance in her best most favourite dress with anyone else , he is also the only person she'd run through an airport for but that's a different conversation

It was a stupid thing to do and both parties knew it would probably lead to a cold in the following days , but they couldn't have cared less in the moment , cause when life starts to feel like a Taylor Swift song suddenly nothing else matters , and even if they did get sick Oscar had been meaning to catch up on some Netflix show anyway so it was a win win situation

After about 2 and a half minutes when the giggles and adrenaline had wore off and the cold and wind were starting to affect them , they made a run for the rental as they tried not to slip and tumble over curbs on the way

So baby drive slow 'til we run out of road

In this one-horse town, I wanna stay right here

Back roads had quickly became on of their favourite places and today was no different , they had to drive slower than usual due to the rain (top tips) but they didn't have anywhere to be so they could easily spend all day driving in circles round and round just basking in each others company

"Are you sure they can't just let you race exclusively in Portugal forever?" Y/n said looking out the window at the beautiful scenery

"You say this to every place we visit" he chuckled " we can always come back for summer break" he tried to bargain

"I will be holding you to that Piastri"

She said pointing an accusing finger at him

In this passenger seat, you put your eyes on me

In this moment, now capture it, remember it

The sight of him looking at her with the utmost adoration, as they made their way back to the hotel because it was getting late , she knew she had to capture it and probably post it on her Instagram account later or just keep it to herself until his birthday or he did something worth celebrating either way she knew she needed to have a photograph of it

"No paparazzi" he said covering the lenses with his palm with the biggest grin on his face knowing it was such a bad joke but he said it everytime his girlfriend would try to take a video or photo of him

Well, you stood there with me in the doorway

My hands shake, I'm not usually this way

After a long day of being fools in love they arrived back at the hotel they had called home for the last few days . Y/n couldn't help but stare at the button up he was wearing and how he had the sleeves rolled up and the top couple buttons undone (an almost deathly combination to any woman)

"You know you don't have to stare at me until I make the first move ? You can just kiss me whenever" he half joked

But you pull me in and I'm a little more brave

Despite him saying that he was the first to make a move , but she was definitely the more eager of the two and desperately wanted out of those wet clothes one way or another

It's the first kiss, it's flawless, really somethin'

It wasn't the first kiss they shared or even the first of the day, probably the first in half an hour , but that didn't make it any less special and exciting as they stepped into the elevator and headed to their room

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Adribat part 2

It had been a couple of years since Adrien had moved to Gotham, and it was the best choice he had ever made. He married his childhood friend who he always loved, he was surrounded by his kids, and the kwami's were happy to roam around the manor freely. Unlike the mansion he grew up in in Paris, Wayne manor truly felt like a home. It was warm, loud, and full of life. When they first reconnected, it took him a while to recognize the signs of Bruce being a vigilante. When he told Bruce that he knew, they sat down and talked about him training to be batman and Adrien's experience being chat noir fighting hawkmoth.

Not long after their talk they started dating. It was a surprise when Bruce adopted Dick but he was more than happy to be there for him, and by the time Jason came into the picture they were married. Even though his husband and kids were vigilantes, Adrien wasn't. He had his fill of heroism back in Paris, so, he was perfectly happy to stay with Alfred and help from the cave. If they ever needed him he had no problem transforming and going out. It's also not uncommon for someone to bring back a miraculous they found, sometimes they got lucky and found entire miracle boxes. When they heard the story of what happened in new york and shanghai they decided to collect any they came across.

Marinette however had never moved on from Adrien. She was livid when chat noir had tricked her and took her miraculous, even more when he told the public that Gabriel Agreste had been killed during the fight. To her it was too harsh for Adrien to handle, this feeling only deepened when he left without telling anyone. At least she thought he didn't tell anyone but it turned out he told Luka and Kagami. No matter how much she begged and pleaded they wouldn't tell her where he went or how he was doing, telling her she needed to respect his privacy. She focused on trying to grow her brand but it was hard when the industry was so cut throat and new people were getting recognized everyday.

Marinette was in Gotham for an anniversary gala to try and get her work out there, though she couldn't remember what couple the gala was supposed to be celebrating. Then like her eyes were drawn there, she spotted a familiar figure with blonde hair. Marinette was excited as she made her way towards him, even with his back turned she'd recognize him anywhere. Adrien momentarily froze hearing a familiar voice. He hadn't seen Marinette in a long time and after Paris he planed to keep it that way. Through out the conversation he made sure to keep a distance while still being polite. Then she asked the unexpected, "Do you want to go out for dinner later". Thankfully Dick came to his rescue saying it was time for the announcement.

Marinette watched as Adrien and the mysterious man walked away for some sort of announcement. She was disappointed that she didn't get an answer but figured she could ask again once the announcement was over. She was surprised that the gala was for the Bruce Wayne and found her world shattered when he announced his anniversary with his husband Adrien. She couldn't believe it, after all those years hoping he would come home, he was here married with kids. Adrien had moved on from Paris while Marinette was stuck in the past, hoping that he would come back and they would get married, have three kids, and a hamster. Everything was supposed to be perfect and yet Adrien had left and built a life and a family for himself while she was just there.

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Lily of the Valley

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Jason Todd dies and comes back to life. As the League takes him in, he navigates his morality and family values over the years.

Chapters: 25/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Talia al Ghul, Ra’s al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Sheila Haywood

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Immortal Jason Todd, League of Assassins Jason Todd, Protective Talia al Ghul, Good Parent Talia al Ghul, Jason Todd Needs a Hug, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Hurt/Comfort, Adopted Children, Resurrected Jason Todd

Chapter Twenty-Five: Water Lettuce

It took Jason a little longer than usual to recover from the pit. Talia cared for him, barring anyone other than Saru from seeing him. He struggled with fever and violent delirium for nearly two weeks. Saru pulled Talia out of the room. “Talia, it’s not good news. I found her,” Saru whispered. 

“Is she—?” Saru nodded. “How long?” Talia asked. 

“She’s been dead for maybe two or three days. I don’t—. Is he any better?” Saru questioned. Talia shook her head. “Will you tell him?” 

“No. He’s in such a fragile state… I’m focused on—.” 

“Please don’t try to bring her back… I love her, but I don’t want—. I can’t bear to see her suffer,” Jason whispered, his voice breaking as he leaned against the door. “Can you do me a favor? Please, I need you to—.” Jason turned his face away, nestling his forehead into the crook of his supporting arm. Talia reached for him, and his legs threatened to fold underneath him. 

“You should be in bed,” Talia whispered. 

Jason shook his head as Talia tried to lead him to bed. “This isn’t your fault. You shouldn’t feel bad. I know you. I know your heart and spirit. You didn’t take her life,” Jason mumbled. Talia nodded, trying to hold him up. “Can you do something for me?” 

Talia nodded, her eyes searching for his gaze, desperate and fearful. “Whatever it is, consider it done,” Talia replied. Jason looked up, staring into her eyes. His strange eyes were bloodshot and feverish. He hadn’t cried… Not yet.

“Bury her in Gotham… Please, bury her in Gotham,” Jason pleaded. Talia nodded. 

Saru turned away and left the room. “Consider it done,” Talia replied, “Now, please… Rest, my little one,” Talia whispered. 

Jason nodded, allowing Talia to tuck him in. He grabbed her wrist. “Stop feeling guilty. I should be the one apologizing to you. My selfish heart forgot your kindness,” Jason whispered, “I won’t be this foolish twice.” 

“Is love foolish, Jason? I know in my heart you forgave her a thousand times over. You will always have a place in your heart that aches for her, and I feel no ill will toward you for it. What can fill an endless space?” Talia whispered, “Now sleep. There are no more worries. There is only sleep.” 

**

Jason’s fever finally broke the next day, and he awakened to a meal while Saru sat quietly beside him. “Saru?” Jason whispered. He propped himself up on his elbows. He could see something change in her eyes. 

“I didn’t kill her, but I wasn’t upset that she died,” Saru confessed. Jason nodded. “How could you forgive her after what she’d done? “

Jason took her hand. “She’s my mother, Saru. Sometimes forgiveness is all we have. I can’t explain it. I love her. I can’t help how I feel. I don’t understand her, but I can forgive her. That power is mine and mine alone,” Jason whispered. Saru fed him a spoonful of soup. Jason smiled. “Thank you.” 

“The depths of your kindness—. Jason, I wish I was more like you,” Saru whispered, “But I think loving you will suffice…” 

“You’re kinder than I am… You just don’t see it that way,” Jason replied. Saru kissed his cheek. 

“Are you just saying that because you’re hungry?” Saru questioned as she placed the food tray over his lap. The soup cooled enough to eat but not so much that it felt cold. 

“No. I think you’re fiercely protective with a wonderful heart. I’ll never love anyone the way I love you,” Jason whispered. Saru gave Jason a sip of orange juice to build up his energy. 

Talia returned, her hair dripping wet, and eyes red and swollen. It was the first time Jason had ever seen her in a state of disarray. She had a pair of sweatpants and an old band t-shirt on. “Ya amar? How are you feeling?” Talia asked. 

Jason smiled. “I’m alright,” Jason replied. Saru lowered her gaze and passed by Talia on her way out. “Mama, thank you for bringing Saru along.” 

“Jason… It’s alright if you’re upset. I—. I admit I wasn’t—.”

Jason turned away as the dam broke. He gasped and tears slid down his warm cheeks. “I thought of you the whole time,” Jason wept, “I thought about how you would’ve stopped it. You would’ve done anything to stop it. I cried for her, and she—. She let him kill me. She ran. I can’t help but think I deserved to die. It would’ve been better that way. I’m not fit to be your son—.” 

“Lies!” Talia shouted. Jason sat up straight and silenced himself as his tears continued to flow. “I’ve known you for such a short time, but I would trade a million lifetimes if I could be your mother for the rest of this one… If you deserved to die you would’ve been granted that four years ago. You deserve more life than most, and I—. I want you to live it however you see fit. I’m sorry that this reunion wasn’t a sweet one, but I won’t allow you to believe you deserved this brutality.” 

**

Talia fell asleep beside Jason that afternoon until he felt strong enough to climb out of bed. He grabbed his duffel and crept out of the hotel, using the window. He disappeared into the night before taking the first car ride out of the city. From there, he hitched a ride to the Kenyan border on the back of a truck and boarded a plane to Cape Town. He had to move quickly and unpredictably if he wanted to disappear. And he wanted to disappear. 

Jason stayed in town for three days before stowing away on a cargo ship headed to his first destination. Talia left Jason a list of important contacts in the journal she gave him for his birthday. He decided it’d be best to train with them all before returning home. He wanted to become a better resource to his family, instead of an eternally expendable resource. He made a pact with himself to return home after he was strong enough. It didn’t matter how long it took. He’d travel the world, going through Talia’s contacts until he could prove himself again. 

He wanted to be able to look at Talia, Ra’s, and Damian without feeling weak. In the dark cramped space in the cargo ship, he relapsed into his fever and nearly succumbed to madness. The sound of the voices on the upper deck and the gasp of fresh air when the ship went quiet at night were all that kept him sane on the month-long trip to Australia. He ate scraps and snuck in the kitchen whenever he could manage it. It wasn’t until an old man came and sat beside him, eating an apple with a knife, that Jason regained his senses. He thought it was a hallucination. “If I give you half of my orange and don’t tell anyone you’re down here, will you promise to let me eat in peace?” the man questioned. Jason nodded. The man plopped half of the fresh orange in Jason’s open hands. “Wait.” He dropped a handful of basil leaves into Jason’s hand. “Eat those first.” 

Jason obeyed, chewing the basil leaves as the boat rocked. After he finished chewing the leaves, he ate the orange, and quietly watched the older man. “The Demon’s Head said you might be here. He told me not to disturb you… Instead, he wanted me to ensure you don’t die or get buried before you get where you’re headed… I didn’t believe you’d be here… And I wasn’t sure you’d like what I had to say,” the older man explained. 

“And then you’ll tell him where I am?” Jason asked. He shook his head. 

“We were told not to report that we’ve seen you if we have. You’re much better at staying hidden than I expected. Had you been in your right mind, I never would’ve found you,” the man replied. Jason tensed up, realizing that the man was right. He wasn’t in his right mind. He’d have to get that in check if he wanted to be good enough to protect Damian.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Hi, just wanted to let you know that I am obsessed with werewolf Bruce just like I am with literally every other character you write??? Your work has a power over me that I can’t fight (not that I want to lmao)

I really hope this is one of the good days (since healing is never linear) 💛 please take whatever time you need and do whatever you need to do to prioritize yourself rn

"Let us see you home," Cass said, taking your arm. "It's too late to call a cab."

"Oh no I couldn't, I have-"

"Don't be silly," Steph said, taking your other arm. "Jason would you go and get wraps and-"

"I think Dick has already gone to get them," he said easily. He'd tried to stop Steph from running over you a few times but, in this case, he agreed. A sweet-faced young miss should not be seeing herself home.

"Wonderful," she said. "I'll just go make our excuses before they have time to bring out more of that dreadful cake."

Stephanie made her way through the crush easily, dragging Cass with her to make her way to the host and hostess, ready to smile and dimple and plead exhaustion after a lovely evening of dancing.

"I really can make my own way home," you tell Jason, not looking at him. "It isn't necessary."

"We'll humor Stephanie," he said, smiling just a little. "Besides, if word got back to our father that we didn't accompany you home after we monopolized your time all evening, he'd be furious."

"I don't- I- I had a lovely time," you assure him, feeling too warm suddenly. You aren't looking at him but you can feel him looking at you.

Before Jason could respond, he's saved by a sudden surge in the crowd. Some rowdy boys home from college. Pulling some sort of escapade, if the giggles and shrieks and raucous laughter were any indication. But when it sent a gentleman,a rather portly man a full head shorter than you toppling into you, spilling his drink down the bosom of your dress- as his face pressed into your chest- it was all he could do you pull you out of the way. Letting him hit the floor as you fumbled with your handkerchief, dabbing uselessly at the port that was staining the rose-pink fabric.

"Here," he said quickly, taking his jacket off and wrapping it around your shoulders. "Good grief," he said to the man on the floor,"what's the matter with you?" Please don't cry, he thought, when he heard you sniffle. He hated it when women cried.

"Sorry, my boy-"

"I'm not the one you should apologize to," he said gruffly. "Ladies don't come to parties to be-"

"Mr. Todd," you say quietly, "I don't think anyone saw."

"That's not the point," he hissed.

"Please- I- I'd like to go home. I- just. Before the stain has time to set."

"Alright," he said, taking your arm gently, and ushering you through the crowd. It wasn't often he was grateful for his size- he felt like a brute compared to his brothers. Or even the other men who were well- smaller. But. In this case, it was an advantage. Even in your gown, so long as he kept you by the wall and moved quickly, everyone was too busy looking at him to notice you.

"I'm sorry, you must think I'm very foolish," you murmur, accepting the clean handkerchief he offered.

"No," he protested. "It's not often-"

"Jason!" Steph said demanded Arriving with Cass and Dick, "What have you done to my new friend?"

"Nothing!" he protested, "I-"

"He rescued me from what could have been a very ugly scene if anyone had seen Genevieve's uncle fall into my well- and he spilled his drink on me."

"Ugh," Steph huffed, "People who can't hold their liquor should not be allowed to drink in public."

"And on that note," Dick said, noting Stephanie's latest pronouncement had attracted attention, "I think it's time to see the ladies home before father starts sending out telegrams."