#jason todd came in and took over the second part while making me cry

[emacrow]

Batfam tried to bribe the banshee child to get their stuff back.

Originally post here.

The one to figured it out was Tim who sacrifice his first camera that he still kept from back then when he stalked batman, the other two original robins and that it still have some film left in it. It was still a bit damaged and covered in tape on the camera and on the strap.

Alfred gave danny Bruce's father, Thomas's baby blanket in exchange for his favorite spoon.

Dick painstakingly gave his zitka elephant plushy for his mask, only to watch wide eyed when danny misty breath made a form of a miniature zitka the actual elephant doing one of her favorite tricks. And no he didn't cry after he left the room.

Damian offered secretly offered one of his most cherished drawing he had kept as a child, that remind him of Danyal..

Barb offered her old Batgirl costume, the one that still had a tear in it before she became the oracle..

Bruce offered one of his mother's pearls, the few that he had left.. from that night. When he gave it to danny in his tiny hand, all he felt was a sense of cold shiver that wrapped around him like a warm yet cold hug.

Duke gave him one of his first glasses that was a bit bented when his power came in, that were left discard in his draw as a reminder.

Leaving all but Jason todd who didn't know what to give Danny to have his red hood helmet back..

He tried one of his first gun, nothing..his black jacket, nothing.. it took Jason a long time (7 months tops) to figure out what to give danny.

It was 3am in the morning that he snucked in the Wayne Manor, peeking in the newest room for their youngest adoptee who was wide awake again.

Jason pulling out something from a pouch. It was old, torn and still had charred of ashes damaged but he kept it for his own selfish reasons..

He gave danny his Robin's cape, the original one that brought memories old, good and bad..

Danny held his Robin's cape and look at it, not saying anything with his eyes glow brightly before looking up at Jason with the most heartbreaking watery eyes.

He got up slowly, and hugs Jason close, chirping softly that made Jason's eyes glow a bit, before big drops of lararus pits liquid drips down from his eyes.

Just two broken core boys comforting one another, despite the puddle of lararus pits beneath them both that glow brighter and clearer then jason ever seen lararus pits have then it usuall musky growing green form... Jason close his eyes slowly as he gently hug the ghostly boy back.

Jason will never admit to anyone of what he gave that night or why he was asleep in Danny's nest the next morning after, but he suddenly felt some kind of unmoveable weight being lifted from his shoulders..

Until he saw on the news that The Joker was found dead with his ears, eyes and nose bleeding with a horrified look on his face.

[to-the-stars8]

Learning to Love Slowly

Jason Todd x Reader All Chapters AO3 18+ MDNI

47-I'm Yours and Hickeys

Ever since your first time with Jason, it hadn’t been too bad coaxing him more out of his shell. It took time, but you managed to at least get him comfortable with the idea of him being in control. You wouldn’t deny that you didn’t enjoy it on top, dominating one of the most feared men in Gotham was enthralling, but you also liked being pushed down into the bed while getting railed every once in a while. 

Patience, you knew, was the key. 

For now, you’d savour the way his calloused, rough hand was rubbing such gentle circles around your clit and his how tongue gingerly flicked against your nipple. You’d been pressing kisses into his hair, mumbling pleas for him to keep going.

Of course, Jason would rather die than tell you no. 

His fingers traced the same pattern he knew got you off the easiest, taking it slow and easy because he knew if you said the right thing he’d cum. Fuck, he loved the way you were gasping in his ear and clawing at his back. As his cock rubbed slowly against your thigh, he could already feel the precum make every slow subconscious thrust easier. You must have felt it as you reached down between your bodies to graze your fingertips over the tip. Jason groaned into your breast, taking his hand from your clit to grab your hand. He was too sensitive, and any touch to cocks was going to make him finish before the two of you got to the best part. 

You got the hint and took your hand away from his dick to trace the muscles on his upper arms. When he calmed down enough, Jason pulled himself up to place kisses on your face and neck. You giggled as you moved so he was in between your legs, taking each of his kisses with more excitement. When he was, your eyes glanced down between the two of you. 

“Jason,” You mumbled before he pressed another kiss to your lips. “Jas—Mph!”

You fucking loved it when he was so hungry for the taste of your lips. You thought about repeating yourself when his lips were off of you, but, like always, he got the message. As his cock poked and prodded at your entrance his eyes flickered to yours for a second. 

Then, with a single thrust, Jason was in you. You felt so damn full that you couldn’t speak, only managing out a whine. He looked at you, and before the words could form on his lips you whimpered out that you were more than okay. “Please, Jason, fuck me.”

He whined, leaning over so you were face to face. He moved his cock into you slow and steady, pulling out excruciatingly slow before bucking forward again at the same pace. The way Jason was looking at you without really seeing you, he wasn’t fucking you like that on purpose but rather to keep himself from coming too soon. 

You brought your hand up to his cheek and his eyes finally seemed to notice you under him. Just as your mouth opened to say something, Jason dipped down for an open-mouth kiss, still moving his hips so slow that you were nearly in tears. 

The moment the kiss broke you turned to beg him, “Faster, please, baby. You’re torturing me goin’ this slow.”

Jason’s jaw clenched at the sounds you made when he started fucking into you faster. He was trying so hard not to cum, but the look on your face along with the way you were crying out his name was making it too fucking hard.

 You, on the other hand, were on cloud nine, so filled with ecstasy and love. Your hands came up to Jason’s face, forcing him to look at you. Damn, he was even more beautiful flushed red with sweat beading across his forehead with a look of focus in his pretty green eyes. And all of that was yours. 

“You’re mine, baby,” You whispered. “Tell me you’re mine.”

Jason groaned, one of his hands slipping between the two of you to rub your clit, and pressed his forehead against yours. You felt so close to coming, your voice growing loud enough that you knew your neighbours would give your dirty looks in the morning. And, fuck all if you cared. 

You were teetering on the edge of glory, and you just needed to hear one thing to finally get there. Again, you begged Jason to tell you what you wanted to hear. 

“I’m your’s, sweetheart,” He seethed through clenched teeth, nearly growling the words out. “Only fucking yours. I belong to you, baby.”

You swear you’d never come so hard before, crying out Jason’s name loud that you were sure all of Gotham would know who he was.

Everything suddenly felt so much more sensitive, and Jason’s movements not slowing down as he chased after his own orgasm was only fanning the already too-hot flames. 

Jason was so cute when he was about to cum, his eyebrows furrowed together and his lips parted ever so slightly as he let out breathy whimpers and groans. When he pulled himself from you, moving his hand to jerk his cock, you watched his face as he came over your thighs and stomach. You brought your hand up to his cheek, trying to make him look at you again but his eyes were squeezed shut. 

“Look at me, Jason,” You demanded, and he opened his eyes. Damn, it was so fucking sweet to see him so fucked out for you. Seeing him in such a state was better than any orgasm he could give you. “You’re so damn good to me, honeybee. You're perfect.”

He whined before falling against your chest, sucking a sloppy hickey into your neck in response to your praises. You could go for another round, but with the way he was nearly shaking in your arms, you knew it would be better to wait. One step at a time, you reminded yourself. 

“You wanna take a bath,” You cooed. 

Jason shook his head, grabbing onto you tighter as he moved his lips to the other side of your neck. The hickeys he was leaving on you would be shown off tomorrow and he would admire them with a slightly red face. 

“Jason,” You said. He hummed. “I’m your’s, too, honey.”

You could feel his smile form against the nape of your neck. “I know, sweetheart. I know.”

[iwishiwasbatman]

Me and My Ghosts We Had a Hell of a Time

Pairings- Titans x OC, Dick Grayson x Platonic!OC, Slight Jason Todd x OC

Warnings- Violence, Swearing, Torture, Kidnapping, Angst

Summary- Chaos ensues at Titans Tower, bringing together old and new heroes. Elana faces old foes and ghosts she thought were gone.

Word Count- 12,975

A/n- I’m back… but with a prequel to “Masked Love”. I swear I’m working on the next part :)

“Headed in outside box 6,” I sounded off into my comm while heading into the football stadium. Me, Donna, Dick, and Hank were taking positions around the stadium while Dick would confront Dr. Light head-on. My eyes widened when I got to my vantage point. Dr. Light was standing in the middle of the football, drawing power from every light in the stadium. “Guys, we should do something about this, like, now,” I said to the rest of my team. I activated my bow and strung an arrow right as Light finished charging. You could smell the electricity in the air.

“I’m glad you could make it!” Light yelled as Dick walked onto the field. “All of you!”

“Shit,” I mumbled.

“So much for the party of five surprise,” Hank sighed. Even from up high, I could see a smirk form on Dr. Light’s face as he fired a ball of light from his chest plate at Dick. It missed but provided the needed distraction for him to disappear.

“Anybody?” Dick asked into comms. I quickly made my way down to the main level.

“I got a visual,” Donna answered. “He’s headed toward the southern concourse exit.” I dashed out of the stadium in hopes that I could cut Light off. I got there just in time to see Dick dodge a beam of light, which ended up hitting a car, and flipping it. I fired an arrow that hit Light in the shoulder. He let out a cry of pain and ripped it out, but it didn’t seem to hurt him that much. In retaliation, he shot a ball of light at me, causing me to dive out of the way. I quickly rolled back up and sprinted at him. I ducked under another beam of light and uppercut him in the jaw. He stumbled back, allowing me to kick him down. He shot a beam of light that whizzed past my head, blinding me for a second, and used the distraction to stab my leg with the arrow I shot at him. I hissed in pain but managed to roll away in time to avoid another beam of light. I took cover behind a car to pull the arrow out of my leg.

“You know, I’m not supposed to kill you, but burning a hole through your head sounds like a good idea to me,” Light called from the other side of the car. I furrowed my eyebrows at his words.

“You’d have to catch me first,” I taunted, choosing not to ask about what he meant. A blast of light hit the car, and I had thrown myself just in time to avoid being crushed. I skidded across the cement into the car Donna was behind with a thud. Light stalked toward me with a smirk. I pushed myself up and readied my stance. As he prepared to fire again, Dawn came out of nowhere and tackled me to the ground as Hank ran at Light.

“I’ve got this! Cut him off from the other side!” Hank yelled.

“You good?” Dawn asked.

“Yeah, fine. I had that handled,” I growled.

“I know your did,” she said. Light shot a blast at Hank, hitting him in the leg. Dawn checked to make sure he was okay before calling in Light’s location.

“He’s headed to Buchanan,” she said.

“Got it!” Donna said, racing off. I pushed myself up and followed as fast as I could. Donna knocked him down using her lasso as I got over there.

“I got him,” Dick said. Behind him, a bus pulled through.

“Dick!” I called a warning. Dr. Light threw down his hand and disappeared in a flash of light that was so bright, we all had to cover our eyes. Light was gone. My eyes met Dick’s in a knowing glance. We’d screwed up.

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I leaned up against the side of the elevator and took off my black surgical mask with a sigh. The anger practically hung in the air between all of us as much as the electrical smell did. I blamed myself for losing him. I should’ve been able to knock him out at the very least. His words had distracted me. Who told him not to kill me and why? The question hovered over my head, seeming to add weight with every step I took. Of course, the automatic answer that had popped into my head was the mercenary that had just made an appearance in town, but I shot that idea down quickly. Slade would never work with someone like Arthur Light. He’d end up killing the idiot himself.

The ding of the elevator pulled me out of my head. We filed out of the doors, Dawn helping Hank. Dick wordlessly offered to help me, but I brushed him off. My pride wouldn’t allow me to be helped. As he walked by, I caught sight of Hank’s seared flesh. His skin was an angry red and the area around the burn was charred. He definitely had it worse than I did.

“I’ll get some gauze from the infirmary,” Donna said, hurrying off. The tension between Hank and Dick was easy to see through the way Hank looked at the ex-boy wonder.

“You had a chance,” Hank broke the silence. His voice, along with his hunched shoulders and tense muscles, made his anger clear. His eyes seemed to shoot holes through Dick’s head. Dawn stood next to him, calm, but still clearly disappointed.

“He would’ve killed everyone on the bus,” Dick replied calmly. I was waiting for my turn to take Hank’s anger, but he never turned it to me. Why, I didn’t know.

“And he’s gonna kill how many more now?” Hank’s voice rose.

“I’ll get him,” Dick said.

“You mean we, right?” I crossed my arms. Dick‘s eyes flitted to me for a second.

“Maybe you’ve lost the taste for how this works,” Hank said, steeling his gaze and stepping toward Dick. His hostility made me tense up, ready to jump into action.

“We’ll get another shot!” Dick was getting annoyed.

“The old Robin would’ve taken the first one!” Hank said. I thought Dawn and I were going to have to stop Hank from beating up Dick.

“Hey, hey. That’s enough,” Dawn called Hank’s attention, turning his face to hers. Hank glared at Dick until Dawn had led him out of view.

“He’s not wrong,” I said, meeting Dick’s gaze.

“I don’t want to hear it. If anyone missed their shot, it was you,” Dick said.

“What I was gonna say before you so rudely interrupted me was that it was all our faults, not just yours,” I said, letting him hear my annoyance. “I think the pointing fingers thing we got going on is stupid and immature. We’re adults for god’s sake.”

“Where’s Dr. Light?” Jason’s voice drawled, pulling me and Dick out of our conversation as he, Gar, and Rachel walked in.

“Jason,” Rachel warned, sensing his antics.

“A little stealth job on a guy who shoots, what, headlamps?” Jason ignored her. “I mean, half the city’s on fire, and still no sign of Dr. Light.” He took a step toward Dick. I knew he was pissed with the older man, but I could practically see the stupid idea in his eyes.

“Not the time, Jason,” Dick sighed.

“Look, I don’t take orders from you anymore, man,” Jason said, getting even closer to Dick. “I do what I want when I want.”

“Jason,” I warned. His eyes moved to me for a split second, then back to Dick. Dick tried to get around him, but Jason matched his movement.

“Get out of my way,” Dick said.

“I think you got it all wrong. You’re in my way,” Jason said, hitting Dick. The air stood still with tension. Jason’s cockiness showed brightly in his eyes while Dick’s exhaustion and annoyance were evident in his. “Maybe you need to see a retirement package.” My whole body tensed even more than before. Jason looked over at me and I gave him a warning look that caused his eyes to soften. It didn’t last long. He looked back at Gar and Rachel and the fire in his eyes returned. He balled his fist, preparing to punch.

“Don’t,” Dick warned. Jason didn’t listen. Instead, he launched his fist at Dick who easily grabbed it and threw him to the ground. I sighed and rubbed my eyes. His inability to control his anger was going to get him killed. “Shit. Here.” Dick held out his hand for Jason to take. Jason looked up at Dick with more rage than before and slapped his hand away, getting up on his own. He shoved past Dick toward his room, stomping every step of the way. Dick sighed and looked over at me and I simply shrugged in response.

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An hour later, I slipped out of my window and climbed down to the ground. I couldn’t sleep and it was a certain mask that was keeping me up. I needed to see if Deathstroke was actually in town. Maybe I could get the jump on him if he was and end our blood feud for good.

I made my way to a bar in the bad part of town called Lazzo’s. Tommy Lazzo, the owner, knew every criminal happening in town. If anyone had heard even a whisper of Deathstroke, it’d be him. I took off the jacket I wore for my suit and my mask, threw them in the small bag I was carrying, and walked in. Almost everyone was staring as I took a seat at the bar where Lazzo was wiping down the counter. He looked up at me and a huge grin spread across his face.

“Well, well, well. Look who it is. I haven’t seen you in here for a little while,” he said.

“I just got to town not that long ago,” I said.

“With the Titans?” he asked.

“Yup. Although, I’m here for your help with a more… personal matter,” I said.

“Ooh, this sounds exciting. What do you need to know?”

“Deathstroke was caught on camera a few days ago. What do you know about that?”

His eyes darkened. “This sounds an awful lot like what you asked for five years ago. We both know how that ended. I’m not particularly interested in repeating history.”

I slapped a hundred on the bar. “I can either give you something for the info or I can just take it and leave you empty-handed.” He looked down at the money, another smile growing on his face.

“This is why you’re my favorite, kid,” he laughed, grabbing the cash. “According to what I’ve heard, he’s been hanging out around the tunnels. I don’t have any specifics and those tunnels are huge, but I have full confidence you can find him with the way you operate.”

“The tunnels? Okay. I can work with that,” I sighed. “No one hears I asked. Could lead to trouble for you.”

“I’d never betray my favorite customer even if I wasn’t in danger,” he said. I raised an eyebrow. “That was once and you got through it easy. Don’t hold grudges. It’s bad for you.” I rolled my eyes and stood up. “You should come around more often. I miss having someone come and screw with people every night. It was entertaining.”

“You do realize I’m 19, right?” I asked.

“Didn’t stop you before,” he said.

“I have to be responsible now. I’ve got a babysitter who likes to do check-ins every night. He’s kinda crazy,“ I said.

“Let me guess… the tall brunette I’ve seen walking into the tower.”

“You know it,” I laughed. “I’ll visit you more, I promise.”

“That means you can’t get yourself killed tonight going after your mercenary friend.”

“I’ll do my best,” I said, grabbing my bag and heading for the door.

After changing back into my suit, I made my way to the closest tunnel entrance. It was dark and cold and smelled like shit. Perfect habitat for walking filth like Slade. I pulled out a dagger and advanced deeper in, sticking to the shadows.

About two miles in, I heard voices. I clutched my dagger tighter and moved toward the sounds. I was ready to put up a fight. If Deathstroke was hanging around here, anyone else in the area would be bad news.

“You wanna get out of here fast, Right? The two of us will get the job done in half the time.” I froze in my tracks. That was Jason. What the hell was he doing? And who was he talking to?

“Robin?” I called. Two figures peeked out from around the corner. Jason and Gar.

“Elana?” Gar asked, wide-eyed.

“Dude, code names,” I hissed. “We’re in the field.”

“Oh, right. Sorry,” Gar apologized.

“What are you doing down here?” Jason asked.

“I could ask you the same.” I crossed my arms.

“I asked first,” he countered.

“I’m on patrol,” I lied.

“No you’re not,” Jason scoffed.

“Are you looking for Dr. Light, too?” Gar asked.

“You’re looking for Dr. Light?” I asked.

“Dude!” Jason exclaimed, looking at Gar.

“Why the hell would you do that?” I asked.

“For the same reason, you’re going after him. That is what you’re doing down here, isn’t it?” Jason turned the focus.

“Maybe,” I said.

“Fine. Three people could make this go faster,” Jason said. “We should split up and cover more ground.” He didn’t wait for anyone to agree before taking off down the tunnel I had just come from. I didn’t want to tell him that tunnel was clear because if Deathstroke and Dr. Light were down here and he caught them alone, he’d end up dead. Letting out a sigh, I headed off into the tunnel in front of me. I heard Gar mumble something about dark and scary tunnels before heading down the middle tunnel.

As I walked through the long, winding tunnels, I could only dwell on one thought. If Slade and Light were both down here, they’d have to be working together. It made sense. Earlier, when Light told me he wasn’t supposed to kill me, did he mean because Slade wanted to do it himself? The problem was that we couldn’t even beat Light alone, so the chance we could beat both psychopaths was slim to none.

I was almost another mile in when I heard a metallic scraping. It seemed to trail me as I walked, so I kept my pace so as to not alert them. The noise got closer and closer until I could make out that it was the sound of a sword scraping against the walls. Slade was tailing me.

“Cowards stay in the shadows instead of coming out to fight,” I said, stopping in place.

“And stupid little girls pick fights they can’t win,” Slade shot back, stepping into the light in full body armor.

“I’m sure they do. You fight a lot of them?” I taunted.

“Just one.” He launched at me with his sword out. I quickly rolled to the side and pulled out my own sword.

“You got slow, old man,” I snickered. He growled and lunged at me again. I blocked his sword with my own and kicked at his ankles. He expertly moved back before striking again. Swing after swing, we took turns attacking and blocking. In the middle of one of my attacks, I activated my cuff and it shot out into the space between his armor on his shoulder. He hissed in pain and sent a particularly hard shove my way, allowing himself time to retreat. “You’re out of practice,” I taunted.

“If I wanted to end you tonight, I’d do it. You just got lucky. You’re not the target tonight,” he said.

“Then who is?” I sneered, hiding my fear for the two boys down here with me.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” a new voice chimed in. I snapped my head to the side to see Dr. Light. He shot a beam of light at me, but I simply moved my head to dodge it.

“You missed,” I shot.

“Maybe I meant to.” He smirked. The area around me lit up with fire, leaving me standing in the middle of a flaming circle. I stumbled back in surprise but quickly regained myself as Slade came at me with his sword once again. He swung at me, only for me to push him back, but that’s when Light shot a beam out of his chest plate. I quickly moved my sword to block the blast. It hit my sword and deflected away, but with enough force to push me back. I barely managed to stay out of the flames, the heat radiating onto my heels.

I was in too tight of an area, fighting a man whose armor protected him from the fire around us, and had a psycho shooting balls of heat at me. I was in a rough spot. The flames were too high to get over and I had nothing to put them out with. As I dodged another attack from Slade, I called into the comm line I shared with Jason.

“Get out of the tunnels,” I panted. All I got in response was static. A wave of dread washed over me.

“Something wrong?” Slade taunted. “Can’t call your teammates?” I growled and jumped at him. As he blocked my attack, I managed to throw my legs forward into his stomach, though my calf caught his sword. He went backward, giving me the chance to increase my attacks. I swung my sword at his chest. His form was weak as he blocked, so I was able to kick at his hand. He lost his grip on his sword and it flew from his hand. That distracted him enough so that I could sweep his legs and send him to the ground.

I was about to take my sword to his helmet when something hot hit me in the shoulder. Dr. Light had hit me with his blast. I was thrown to the ground with a hiss of pain. To make matters worse, I had landed too close to the fire and could feel the painful heat on my face as well as the burning on my shoulder. I tried to get up as quickly as I could, but a boot to my throat stopped me.

“The initial plan was to kill you first, but that seemed too anticlimactic for what I owe you,” Slade said. “I’m going to kill your entire team and make you watch. Just like I did to your parents.” As he had monologued, I found my dagger in my thigh sheath and jammed it into his leg. He cried out in pain and moved his foot. I jumped up and threw my elbow at his mask, but I could do anything else. He grabbed my burnt shoulder and dug his fingers into the charred skin. I yelped in pain as he threw me face-first to the ground. My head smacked the cement with a sickening thud and I could feel the warm blood pouring down my face.

Slade pulled me up by the hood and sent multiple punches to my stomach until I was completely numb and coughing out blood. He then threw me back to the ground and swung his sword down at my face. Using all the strength I had left, I caught it in one hand, earning slices along my palm. My arm shook as I pushed back against his sword.

“I thought you said we weren’t gonna kill her,” Light spoke up from somewhere I couldn’t see. I could feel Slade’s hate-filled eyes through his mask. With a growl, he withdrew his sword.

“He’s right. I’m not gonna kill you,” Slade said, looking down at me. I managed to push myself onto my stomach to try to get up, but Slade quickly stomped on my ankle, snapping it to the side. I bit my lip to silence my cry of pain. “But there are other ways to hurt you.” He started to walk out of the ring of fire.

“You’re a coward,” I growled, though my voice was strained. “You’re gonna regret not killing me now.”

“Not this time,” he snickered before leaving. I was barely able to see him and Light retreat through the flames.

At this point, my blood was mixed with sweat from the heat. My chest hurt, probably from the smoke in my lungs mixed with the hits I’d taken. Blood rose up my throat, so much so that I had to spit it out. My shoulder was completely burnt to a crisp, but I couldn’t feel it. I definitely would the next day, though. Through all my pain, I could only really worry about Slade’s words.

“Robin,” I choked out into my comms. I still only got static. I didn’t have a comm channel with Gar, so I decided to do the next best thing. “Gar!” I yelled into the tunnels. The yelling had caused me to start coughing, blood rising up my throat. When I got no response, I tried again, but still, no answer. My heart rate picked up. “Robin!” I tried this time. Silence. I dropped my head and shakily got to my knees. I needed to find a way out before I inhaled too much smoke.

“Elana!” My head jerked up to see a figure running around the corner. It was Gar. I breathed a mental sigh of relief.

“Do you know where Jason is?” I asked, before starting to cough again.

“No. We’ll find him in a second. I gotta get you out,” Gar dismissed.

“No! Gar, he’s in trouble!” I yelled, coughing up more blood midway through my sentence.

“So are you.” He got closer. “There’s a hose at the subway tunnel entrance. It’s not too far. I’ll be right back.”

“Gar-“ He was gone before I could finish. The heat and smoke became second problems as images of Jason trying to fight Deathstroke flashed in my mind. I managed to push myself to my hands and knees, most weight on my uninjured shoulder. I wouldn’t be able to walk well, my ankle was messed up. I spit out the blood in my mouth and tried to push myself up to my feet. After a couple falls, I managed. It hurt in my ribs to stand up straight. I definitely had a broken rib or two.

“Ok, I got it!” Gar came running around the corner once again, this time with the hose. He turned the nozzle on the handle, but nothing came out. It felt like a fight against time. I needed to get out to find Jason and stop Slade from hurting him.

“Come on, Gar,” I groaned.

“I’m trying!” he cried. He hit the nozzle again, and, finally, water came out. The fire around me died with a hiss. Limping as fast as I could, I made my way to Gar. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“We gotta go find-“ I was cut off by a scream bouncing off the walls.

“Oh, man,” Gar muttered. We took off down the tunnel, adrenaline keeping me on my feet. We called his name as we ran down the dark passages, but got no response. Once we got to where his cry had come from, the metallic smell of blood hit me like a truck. Gar crouched down to look at something on the ground.

“What is it?” I asked, my breathing heavy.

“Blood trail,” he breathed. He turned to me, wide-eyed. “I think he was dragged away.”

I swallowed hard. “We gotta find him,” I said.

“We have to go back. Your head is split open and you’re in no condition to fight Dr. Light,” Gar said.

“Deathstroke,” I said.

“What?”

“Dr. Light is working with Deathstroke,” I told him. Gar’s eyes became the size of saucers.

“We’ll need help.”

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Gar helped me into the infirmary and sat me down on the medical bed.

“I’m going to get Rachel. Will you be good until I get back?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said, nodding. He hurried out the door as I started to take off my suit. I hissed as the fabric of my jacket rubbed up against the angry, red skin on my shoulder. The only way to describe how cleaning it felt was like literal hell. It burned at the touch of disinfectant and stung at every pressure applied. Still, I managed to get it cleaned and bandaged.

Once that was covered and I could move it easier, I hobbled into the monitor room and started searching for Jason’s tracker. I sat back in the chair with a huff as the search began loading.

“What the hell are you doing?” I groaned and spun the chair around to face Dick.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” I responded.

“Bleeding out from your head,” he said.

“I assume Gar filled you in.” I ignored his last comment.

“Yeah, he did. I want you in the infirmary right now,” he said.

“I’m currently busy running the search for Jason’s tracker.” As I said that, the search was completed.

“Subject: offline,” the female computer voice said.

“Well, dammit,” I muttered.

“If Jason’s still down there… all that concrete, stone, it would mask the GPS signal from the satellites,” Gar pointed out.

“Yes, it would,” Dick sighed. “We’ll deal with this in a minute. For now, you need to get cleaned up,” he said to me. “Come on.” I sighed and limped after him. “What were you thinking, going down there?”

“That I could deal with something you ignored, and then it’d be over with,” I said with a sarcastic smile.

“Ignored? We went after Light hours ago,” he said.

“Oh, you think- oh. I thought Gar told you,” I mumbled.

“Told me what?” He stopped walking and stared at me like his eyes could pry the answer from my brain.

“Do you really think Arthur Light could do this to me?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Who was it, Elana?”

“The orange and blue sword-wielding psycho.” As he stood there in shock, I shuffled past him, into the infirmary. As I sat down on the medical bed, he stomped in.

“Deathstroke has Jason?” he asked in a low voice.

“And Dr. Light, but yeah,” I said.

“You went out after Slade Wilson?” his voice rose.

“Yeah,” I said, preparing myself for a lecture.

“Why the hell would you do that?” he said, now shouting.

“I was trying to be helpful,” I mumbled.

“By getting yourself killed? Very helpful!” he yelled.

“Jesus, Dick, you’re gonna wake the whole tower,” I said. “And I’m very clearly still alive.” I didn’t raise my voice, no matter how much I wanted to, in fear of coughing up blood again. That would just make him even madder.

“Deathstroke isn’t someone to be taken lightly,” Dick exclaimed.

“You think I don’t know that?” I put on an ankle brace that was designed to hold my ankle in place, support it, and reduce the swelling. It was all I could do for the injury at the moment.

“He killed you before and you’re acting like him being here isn’t a big deal.” Dick crossed his arms.

“Thanks for reminding me, I forgot,” I bit sarcastically. “And for the record, I was 10 and he was a grown man who’d been an assassin for longer than I’d been alive. If I’d beaten him, something would’ve been seriously wrong. But that’s beside the point. Our main concern should be finding Jason right now.” I wrapped my hand that I had used to block Slade’s sword with the medical wrap that was laying on the table next to me.

“What you did was reckless and stupid. It could’ve been you instead of Jason and then we would’ve lost our best shot at stopping Slade. I need you to be more careful,” Dick sighed.

“If I say I’ll be careful, will you leave it alone?” I asked.

“Get cleaned up and then meet me by the elevator. I’m going to wake everyone else up,” he ignored my question. Before I could even reply, he was gone.

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“Keep your heads on a swivel, guys, Dr. Light could still be down here,” Dick said into comms as we walked together in the tunnels. He had insisted I stuck with him. He was pissed after my stunt earlier.

“Dick, no sign of Jason's tracker on the third floor,” Donna said.

“Hank, did you find anything?” Dawn asked.

“Do rats the size of my head count?” Hank asked sarcastically.

“Stay positive, Hank,” Dawn sighed.

“I got dragged out of bed to trudge through sewer water 'cuz dipshit decided to go off half-cocked,” he growled.

“At least Jason found Dr. Light. Maybe he would have told you if you’d given him half the chance yesterday,” I pointed out.

“I don’t want to hear it from you,” Hank said. “You went after Light on your own, which is actually worse. Imagine what would’ve happened if you found him.” I furrowed my eyebrows, confused at his words, but I was distracted before I could ask.

“I found something. It looks like some sort of fuel and it smells like smoke,” Dawn said.

“Oh, ignore that. That was me,” I brushed it off.

“You were playing with fire? What are you? An arsonist?” Dawn asked.

“Only on Fridays,” I said. Dick gave me a flat look.

“Well, clearly you were doing something because there’s a bloodstain in the middle of a ring of the fuel,” Dawn said. I heard Hank start yelling at me, but I tuned him out and chose not to respond.

“Seriously?” Dick deadpanned. I just shrugged.

“Guys, I got something. Sending over the coordinates now,” Donna said. We all made our way over to her position quickly.

“Jesus,” Dawn breathed, seeing the blood trail.

“This is screwed,” Hank said.

“He was attacked here. Then dragged. Tracks disappear a hundred yards down,” Dick sighed, crouching down to examine the blood.

“He could be anywhere,” Dawn said.

“If he’s still alive,” Donna deadpanned. I snapped my head to her with a disapproving look.

“He's alive,” I said quickly. “If he was dead, Light would have left him here.”

“How does that make it any better?” Donna asked skeptically.

“I’m not saying it makes it better,” I argued.

“Dr. Light's using him as bait to lure us out,” Dick said.

“Back up. So the kid is bait to you now? Is that right? That's rich, Dick,” Hank scoffed.

“You were bagging on him a minute ago, and now he's your best friend?” The two men were face to face.

“Not about me, pal,” Hank said. “This is all because of you and your big, dumb, shitty idea to start up the Titans again!”

“I’m out,” Dawn said.

“Yeah, me too,” Donna echoed.

“What? Where are you going?” Hank called after them.

“To get Jason,” Dawn answered. “And for the record, this is all of our faults. Every single one of us.”

“Thank you,” I scoffed. “Someone finally said it.”

“It might be yours a little more though,” she said to me. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at her with an offended expression. “Still, get over it and move on. Jason’s out there and we’re wasting time.”

“Well, we can’t keep wandering the tunnels all night looking for this tracking signal,” Hank said. “We need a new plan.” I sighed and turned my head to look at Dick, but something else caught my attention.

“Elana?” Donna asked, seeing that I saw something. “What is it?” I lifted my flashlight and moved closer to the wall to find a camera. I ripped it off the wall.

“Well, it seems that our private conversation was not private,” I sighed, holding the now-broken hardware up. Sighs echoed from my teammates.

“Great,” Hank scoffed.

“Let’s just look around a little more. I’ll check in with Gar,” Dick said. I sighed and threw the camera to the ground before heading deeper into the tunnel. I wasn’t that far away when Dick called us all back.

“Guys, Gar’s got a signal on Jason’s tracker,” Dick yelled. We hurried after him as he led us just outside of the subway tunnel entrance.

“He’s not moving,” Dawn checked. When we got to the tracker’s location, we found something, but not what we wanted.

“It’s freaking Dr. Light,” Hank growled. Light was tied up to a post, bloody and very dead. He had a bullet wound on the side of his head. “What the hell?” Hank asked as a small piece of metal fell from the body. Jason’s tracker. Slade was playing games.

“Is that… Jason’s tracker?” Dawn asked, voice urgent.

“He cut it out of him,” I said, not specifying the “he”.

“Well, if Dr. Light’s dead, where the hell is Jason?” Hank demanded.

“He must be working with a partner,” Donna said. I looked at Dick and he met my gaze with a worried one. He hadn’t told the others about Deathstroke working with Light. The ringing of a phone came from the body and Dick was the one to grab it and answer.

I couldn’t make out words, but there was no mistaking Slade’s voice.

“Deathstroke,” Dick breathed. I clenched my jaw as my teammates' faces lit up with shock and rage.

“You piece of shit,” I growled.

“Ah, Miss Queen. I didn’t break any bones, did I?” Slade snickered.

“I swear to god-“

“Where’s Jason?” Dick cut me off.

“Oh, you mean your little sidekick?” The phone was now on speaker.

“Who the hell are you calling a sidekick?!” Jason shouted.

“Atta boy,” Hank said. The sounds of punches and grunts came through the line and I had to physically turn away. Dawn put a hand on my shoulder in an attempt at comfort. “You freaking bastard! Come try that shit with me!” Hank yelled.

“Just tell us what you want,” Dick said, his voice calm. The sound of choking made my skin crawl.

“As I was saying, if you want him back, hand over Rose,” Slade said.

“And we’re just supposed to trust that you’ll keep your word?” I bit out.

“Tonight. 3 am. Embarcadero Plaza. Outside. Use this phone to confirm.” With that, he hung up. The silence that hung over all of us was heavy, so I decided to break it.

“Well, shit.”

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The elevator dinged as it opened and we walked silently into the entrance area of the tower.

“Kory?” I heard Dick ask as I walked around the corner. The pink-haired woman indeed stood by the bar.

“What happened to Jason?” she asked. Gar, Rachel, and Rose stood behind her, clearly waiting for our answer.

“Let’s talk in the training room,” Dick sighed. He turned to leave, everyone else behind him. I stayed back for a second to shoot Gar and Rachel an apologetic look, avoiding Rose’s eyes, then followed the rest of the team. When we got in, Dick caught Kory up.

“You should’ve thrown that girl out the second you knew she was Deathstroke’s daughter,” Hank said.

“Wait a minute. Pirate girl is this guy’s daughter?” Kory asked. I laughed.

“Yeah, and now he wants her back,” Hank said.

“Which we can’t do,” Dick added.

“Why not?” Hank argued.

“It’s not a crazy idea,” I added with a shrug.

“You’re not serious,” Dawn said, looking between me and Hank.

“I’m serious about ending this with Deathstroke once and for all!” Hank shouted.

“It might not be pretty, but neither is watching Jason get killed by that lunatic,” I added, raising my voice slightly.

“This isn’t Rose’s fault. We know it,” Dawn exclaimed. “The only reason we’re all still alive right now is because she’s here!”

“I’m not saying it’s her fault, I’m saying that if it comes down to her or one of our own, our decision should be obvious,” Hank said.

“We don’t give up kids to mass murderers,” Dick said.

“Why don’t we find this guy and neutralize him?” Kory offered.

“Elana already tried that,” Dick told her. “And failed.” I shot him a dirty look.

“It’s not that easy,” Donna said. “We barely survived his last attack.”

“Look, Jason is hurt, alone, scared,” Hank said. “And I-“ he cut himself off. “We all know what that feels like.”

“Bottom line is, he’s one of us and she’s not,” I said, crossing my arms. “So, handing her over, if it saves his life, I don’t know about you, but I can sleep a little better at night knowing I did the right thing!” After my words, there was silence.

“You good with this, Grayson?” Kory broke it. Everyone turned to Dick. He stood there looking like he didn’t know what to do. “Dick!” Kory shouted.

“Just give me a second,” he said.

“She’s just a kid,” Dawn argued firmly.

“Deathstroke’s kid,” I reinforced.

“Elana, we don’t need to hear any more from you,” Dick said.

“What the hell does that mean?” I narrowed my eyes.

“It means your personal grudges aren’t the only thing that I’m taking into account,” he raised his voice.

“This isn’t about grudges, it’s about logic!” I shouted.

“Shut up, both of you,” Kory snapped.

“Let’s be honest, the further she gets away from us, the safer she’ll be,” Donna sighed.

“If we leave her out there alone, Deathstroke will hunt her down,” Dawn said, the annoyance clear in her voice.

“Or worse, we lose leverage over Deathstroke once he finds out she’s in the wind,” Dick added.

“We’ve gone down this path before,” Dawn reminded us. “We all know how that ended. We’re not using Deathstroke’s kid to get to him again.” Everyone’s eyes traveled around the room, across every other face.

“Ah, screw it,” Hank said. “I’ll take her there myself. Good luck trying to stop me.” He turned to leave.

“Wait, have you lost your mind,” Kory called. “You’re all turning into monsters instead of trying to figure out how to fight one. If Deathstroke is as bad as you say he is, we all need to get our shit together and figure out how to fight him as a team. Otherwise, we’ve already lost Jason.”

“I wasn’t the one to-“ Hank started before something caught all of our attention. Rose what run past the training room.

“What was that?” Kory asked.

Gar came racing into the doorframe. “Rose, uh, overheard you guys talking about giving her up. She’s trying to leave,” he panted.

“Shit,” Dick muttered, racing off to lockdown the tower. We hurried out the door, splitting up and calling her name. I ran down the bedroom hallway, peeking into each room as I went. As I turned the corner, I saw her run past.

“Rose!” I called.

“You stay the hell away from me,” she spat.

“I’m not gonna do anything,” I tried to calm her. It didn’t work. She chucked a kitchen knife at me. I barely caught the handle as the tip was an inch away from my face.

“You want me dead! Why should I trust you?” she shouted.

“If it helps, I’m not allowed to kill you,” I muttered. She took off down the nearest hallway and I went after her. Before I caught her, she ran into a door that led to the training room and locked it. I groaned in annoyance before running in a different direction. I managed to run into everyone else back in the training room. Dick was leading the pack toward the kitchen where sounds of struggle could be heard.

“Rachel, don’t!” Dick yelled upon seeing the purple-haired girl standing over Rose. That’s when I got a good look at Rose. Her body was twisted in every direction, bones broken. She was dead.

“Shit,” I muttered. Rachel looked at all of us with tears in her eyes before running off. Kory called her name and ran after her.

“I’m sorry, kid,” Hank said to Rose, though she couldn’t hear.

“What are we supposed to do now?” Gar asked as Dawn went over to Rose’s body. We all watched Dawn carefully as she put two fingers to the girl’s pulse. Dawn perked up almost immediately.

“She’s alive,” she told us, turning around. A crack echoed through the space and I snapped my head to the source. Rose’s hand. Her entire body jerked and convinced as limbs began to reform themselves. It was a disgusting sight.

“What the hell?” Donna breathed. The last thing to crack back into place was her neck.

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Any form of conscious thought I was having faded as I hit the punching bag. All that was on my mind was Jason. What was Slade putting him through? I almost didn’t want to know. It was all I could think about for the duration of my time at the bag.

As I sent what was meant to be my last kick at the bag, my phone started ringing. I huffed and walked over to answer it.

“Hello?” What I got in return made my blood run cold. The sound of punches and grunts of pain. I didn’t even have to think twice about who it was. My knuckles turned white as I gripped my phone. “What the hell, Slade?” I growled.

“Miss Queen, how are you? How’s the head?” he said calmly.

“I swear to god, for every bruise you give him, I’ll give you five,” I hissed.

“Your threats don’t mean anything to me,” he said. “But I didn’t call to upset you.”

“That’s believable,” I scoffed.

“You seem the only competent one in that tower and I know Dick Grayson is too prideful to give in and hand over my daughter. Bring me Rose and I’ll give you the birdboy,” Slade said.

“Screw you! Don’t listen to him!” I heard Jason yell in the background. My heart broke at how exhausted he sounded.

“I would advise you do. I’d hate to pluck his wings,” Slade snickered.

“You gave us a time and a place to meet. Why are you calling me?” I demanded.

“Your friends are probably going to try something they think is smart, and it won’t work. I’m giving you a chance to be smart about this,” Slade offered. “Bring me Rose an hour earlier, same spot, and this can be resolved without further conflict.”

“He’s lying! It’s a trap!” Jason yelled again. I wasn’t surprised. A cry of pain came from Jason.

“Slade!” I yelled into my phone.

“I’ll be there, and I hope you will too, for his sake.” With that, he hung up. I yelled out in annoyance and slammed my phone back down, burying my head in my hands. I was sure Jason was right in saying it was a trap, but the worry that whatever we did would fall through had already been in my head. This was my fault. Had I just told Jason and Gar to get out, this wouldn’t have happened.

“Is everything okay?” Dick peeked his head in the door. “I heard yelling.” I didn’t move, debating whether to tell him or not. “Elana?” he asked, moving closer.

“Slade called me,” I said quietly. “He’s baiting me into a trap.”

“What?” Dick’s voice rose.

“Slade called you?” Donna walked in.

“Eavesdropping’s rude,” I mumbled, still not looking up.

“What’d he say?” she asked.

“He wants me to meet him early and hand over Rose because he knows the rest of you won’t,” I said. “Because the rest of you are actually good people, and I’m me.”

“What the hell does that mean?“ Donna asked, sitting down next to me.

“You’re all heroes. You’d never trade a life for a life. But me?” I laughed. “I’m the type of person to give someone up to a terrorist just because I don’t like them. He knows it.”

“Are you gonna do it?” Dick asked.

“I haven’t ruled it out,” I muttered. “You guys already have.”

“Do you want to do it?” Dick asked.

“No, but I want to save Jason,” I said.

“Deathstroke’s baiting you,” Dick said.

“Well, I know that,” I snapped, finally looking up.

“What Dick’s failing to say is that you’re just as much a hero as anyone else in this building,” Donna took over. “Whatever Slade Wilson says to make you second guess yourself is bullshit. If any of it was true, we would’ve ditched you on the side of the road by now.” I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.

“Donna’s right. If we were worried about you handing Rose over, we would’ve done something about it,” Dick reassured me. “We trust you.” I nodded in response. “Let’s go get Jason back.”

We made our way into the kitchen where everyone was crowded around the table.

“Hank was right,” Dick said. “You were all right. Jason needs us. We can’t just stand here and do nothing. Deathstroke wants to make a trade, we make a trade.” I furrowed my eyes at his words.

“We can’t hand over Rose,” Hank said.

“No, we can’t. We won’t,” Dick assured. “But I have an idea.” He held up the phone we’d gotten off Light’s body. “Gar, you and Rachel stay here with Rose. Protect the Tower. I’ll contact Deathstroke. Confirm our meet-up at the plaza. And then we take him down once and for all. Together.” With that, he turned and headed off, the rest of the team following after him. But something didn’t sit right with me.

There was something in his voice and the way he stood. His shoulders were hunched defensively. His words carried a sense of finality I couldn’t shake. He wasn’t revealing his whole plan. He was going to do something stupid. His words about a trade gave it away. He was going to make a trade, yes, but instead of Rose, it would be him. And like hell would I let him.

My head shot up and I marched to go get suited up.

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I was supposed to be watching the south entrance to the plaza. At least, that was the plan. A common theme I’d shown for years now reared its head. Throwing plans out the window.

I’d arrived at the meet early and found my way onto the floor Slade was on. Despite the very strong urge to run headfirst at the mercenary, I maintained my self-control and took to hiding in the rafters instead. Slade had yet to show his face or Jason’s, for that matter. For all I knew, he was watching me at that very moment.

“We set?” Hank’s voice came through the comms. The room was so silent I was worried if Slade were here, he could hear Hank.

“Clear,” I whispered, pushing my doubts aside.

“Plaza’s clear?” Donna asked.

“Yep,” Kory answered.

“I’m in position,” Dawn said. “Dick, do you copy?” She got no answer as I heard the elevator ring. “Dick, come in. Anybody got eyes on Dick?”

“Dick, we’re at the plaza. Where the hell are you?” Hank demanded. “Dick?” I watched as the elevator numbers started increasing, meaning Dick was headed my way. Instead of listening to the others continue to yell at Dick through comms he probably didn’t even have, I turned mine off. That’s when I saw Dick exit the elevator.

“I know you’re here,” he called out, presumably to Slade. “I’m sure this has nothing to do with Jason or Rose.” As he moved around the room, I followed his every step with my eyes. “You want your pound of flesh. Revenge for what happened.” Dick put his hands up in surrender. “And I want this to end once and for all.” My whole body tensed, ready to pounce and save the shithead below me. “So, how about we make a deal, huh?” He looked around the room before taking off his bulletproof vest and throwing it to the ground. I wanted to yell at him for being stupid and to keep it on, but not only would he not listen and it would blow my cover, but Slade would also find another way to kill him. “You can have me, instead of Rose or Jason. Pretty sure I’m the one you’re mad at anyway. Here I am.” Dick put his hands behind his head and got down on his knees. “Unarmed.” I saw a shadow move to my left before bullets flew at Dick, close, but not hitting him.

“You never learn, do you?” Slade said, stepping toward Dick. “Always the hero. But you’re not gonna dictate how this will go. You’re not a martyr. You’re a con man. Preying on those weak enough to follow you. The problem with con men… is that they never know when to stop. And someone else always pays.”

“Let’s just get this over with, huh?” Dick growled. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, ready for a fight. If anyone made a move, I was going down there. I almost did when I saw a certain pink-haired woman make her way to the corner of the room.

“Get up,” Slade ordered Dick. The ex-boy wonder did just that, hands still on his head. “Take a look.” Slade pressed a button that revealed Jason, tied to a platform, outside the window with a bomb on the wires holding him up. My heart jumped. “Say goodbye to your friend,” Slade said as he held up a detonator. As he was about to press it, I shot an arrow at the detonator, knocking it out of hand. Kory, who was hiding in the corner, shot a stream of fire at Slade, knocking him to the ground. Slade recovered quickly, pulling out his gun.

“Are you seriously listening to this bullshit?” she sighed, stepping out. I dropped to the grounding a smirk. Slade was torn between who to aim his gun at. I could feel his rage from across the room.

“What are you guys doing here?” Dick asked.

“Did you really think you were gonna compliment my hair instead of saying goodbye, Dick Grayson?” Kory sighed. Slade shot at Kory, who blocked the bullets easily. Dick jumped out of the way and I shot three arrows at Slade, covering for the three of us moving to one side of the room. A light from outside lit up the room as Slade began shooting at us again. I ducked behind Kory for cover before shooting out low. I swept his left leg, but it didn’t do much. Dick rushed forward and disarmed Slade of his gun, prompting a fistfight. Kory and Dick took his left and right and I jumped in the middle when I could. Slade expertly dodged our hits, most of them landing on his armor. I was able to kick out his knee, but my teammates weren’t fast enough to take advantage of the situation and were kicked to the ground. I covered for them as they got back up by throwing a dagger at Slade followed by swinging my bow at his face. Slade tried pulling out another gun, but Kory burnt the end of it off. Dick tried to grab onto Slade’s arm, but the older man threw the same arm into Dick’s face, knocking him back. Slade threw Kory into me and slammed Dick to the ground. Kory and I rushed back up to help Dick but had a gun fired at our faces. Kory was able to shield herself with her powers, but I had to roll out of the way. Kory rushed at Slade and the two began their own fight.

“Go get Jason!” Kory yelled before tackling Slade through the wall. Dick and I ran over to the window.

“Jason! Hang in there, buddy!” Dick tried to reassure him. I made eye contact with Jason. Fear was all I could see. I nodded to him in hopes to provide reassurance. Dick tried banging on the glass, but simply looked like an idiot.

“Move,” I ordered. I peeled off the rubber grip from my bow, exposing the metal part, and began slamming it against the glass. Every swing was harder than the next, adrenaline coursing through my veins. At last, there was a crack beginning to form. A crash came from behind us and I whipped around, looking for Kory.

“I’ll go help her. You get him in here,” Dick told me. I nodded and resumed pounding on the glass. The crack expanded an inch with almost every other hit. I was getting closer to shattering the glass every time the metal hit the window. Jason was watching with nervous eyes. I only stopped when I heard Jason’s muffled voice through the glass shouting a warning. I ducked just in time to avoid Slade’s sword and set my stance with my cuffs activated.

“Fine. I’ll do all the heavy lifting,” I muttered. He pointed his sword at my face before charging. I blocked his first swing with my right and jabbed at him with my left. He jumped back and tried to come at my feet, but I retreated a step and built up momentum to charge at him. Our blades clanged against each other as they cut through the air. He was as skilled as me, but I was faster. I picked up my pace and started throwing in kicks. I threw a kick at his face that he batted away, but it gave me an opening to bring my elbow down onto his knee. He fell onto one and rolled to the side before my blades could touch him. This caused me to overswing and lose my footing for a second, which was more than enough time for Slade to kick me backward. I caught my footing by leaning against the wall right as Slade swung his sword at my head. I ducked under the blade and kicked him right under his mask. He stumbled back and I charged his again, getting him in the armor break between his knee and thigh. He growled in pain and was barely able to block my next attack. He kicked me away from him and then threw down his sword. I retracted my cuffs with a smirk.

He squared up as I did, fists up and ready. I watched his steps, knowing they would reveal when he was about to strike. I was taken off guard when that wasn’t the case. He punched high and I blocked it with my forearm. My moves became involuntary as the speed of our fight increased. It was like riding a bike. I went to sweep his leg only to realize he had pulled out a dagger. My advancements turned into retreating steps as I tried to avoid the blade. Slade never played fair. That meant I didn’t have to either. He had me backed up into another part of the area where there were random scraps everywhere, so I was able to snatch a metal pipe and hit him in the face with it. He stumbled back and I swung again. After about my fourth swing, he caught the metal pipe and tore it out of my hand with a growl. As I began to block his punches and avoid his small knife all over again, I noticed Kory stirring in the ground. I took the window to jump out of the way, letting Kory send a stream of fire at Slade. He flew backward, but not before he threw a green, buzzing grenade toward me and my teammates.

The explosion went off at a deafening volume, making my hands fly up to cover my ears. Even that didn’t help as a buzzing made itself known in my head. I looked up in search of Slade and found him standing near the window with the detonator in his hand. I only managed to push myself upright as he pressed the button.

It was like time stood still. My heart froze on the spot as the windows shattered and Jason dropped out of sight. I rushed to the window with Dick on my heels, both of us completely ignoring Slade at the moment. We found Jason barely hanging onto the edge of the building, just outside the window.

“Jason, give me your hand!” Dick yelled to him, offering his. Jason took it as I frantically looked around for something that could help pull him back to safety. Jason’s other hand lost its grip and tried to grab Dick’s hand, but failed. “Hold on,” Dick tried to tell him.

“Don’t let go.” My voice came out in a pleading tone. Jason’s fingers slipped before finally giving way. His screams mixed with mine and Dick’s yells. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I was completely and utterly helpless as I watched Jason tumble through the air.

Then the unimaginable happened. Something, someone, came out of nowhere and caught him in midair. The relief I felt far outweighed my confusion. It was like he had a guardian angel.

“Let’s go,” I said hurriedly to Dick and Kory who both looked incredibly dumbfounded. We rushed into the elevator and after what took way too long, made it to the ground floor right as the sound of gunshots was heard. I was the first out of the elevator, sprinting into the street where Jason stood by a car with the man who caught him leaning against it in pain.

“Jason!” I called. We rushed over to him and Dick leaned down in front of the injured boy who I had noticed was wearing the Superman symbol.

“What happened?” Dick asked.

“That’s the guy who saved my life,” Jason said. Kory and Dick helped pick the boy up and lead him to the car. Jason and I let our eyes follow them until they couldn’t anymore. Then we turned to each other. I wanted to rush over and hug him, but I knew I couldn’t do that.

“Are you okay?” I asked him.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he reassured me.

“You fell for a while before you were caught. Are you sure?” I asked.

“I promise I’m okay. Don’t worry about me,” he said. He was definitely lying, but I wasn’t gonna get him to admit it.

“Jason! Elana!” Dick called.

“You go. My bike is back here. Tell Dick I’ll meet you guys back there,” I said before jogging off in the other direction.

As much as I’d like to say I meant that, I didn’t. Slade and I had unfinished business and I intended to finish it tonight. I’d leave breadcrumbs for Slade to follow me to the old records shop that was now a rundown, empty building. It was where Jericho worked. That’s where I’d end him. I knew Slade couldn’t be far from the scene, he was probably watching me already. If he saw I was on my own, he’d follow me. I threw on my helmet and sped off toward the records shop.

The drive there was smooth. Little traffic and no check-ins from Dick. I was there in a matter of minutes, taking off my helmet and picking the lock on the door before slipping inside. The amount of dust I inhaled upon my first step into the room was almost enough to make me turn back. Clearly, no one had been in the building for a while. My footsteps echoed through the dark space. I had come in to do surveillance of Jericho, but I had never been particularly interested in records. Maybe if I had been, I could’ve gotten to know Jericho and I would’ve been smart enough to know to keep him out of our problems. I sighed and moved further into the room. I had inadvertently caused the death of Slade’s only tolerable child and now it was back to haunt me. It was like the universe’s way of mocking me. First, it was Rose coming around the Tower, and everyone siding with her even though I knew she was up to something. And then it was the whole Dr. Light thing. And now it was Slade going after Jason. To think I was starting to feel a little sorry for killing Grant.

Something flew at me from behind and I whipped around just in time to catch the dagger as it was an inch from my face. Slade was standing in the doorway.

“Back for more?” I hissed.

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” he tilted his head.

“It’s exactly what I wanted,” I snarled, flipping the dagger in my hand so I could attack. He was the first to lunge, swinging an armored fist at my face. I parried the attack and jabbed at him with the dagger. My movements were fluid. Quicker and more precise than in the building less than an hour ago. I kicked at his chest, but he slid away and tried attacking me from a different angle. I stayed on top of his every movement. He matched my footwork with every step I took, making it hard to do anything but collide fists. I tried to move low to sweep his legs, but he was ready for it and hit me in the stomach, throwing me off balance. I growled and kicked out my legs, hitting him in the jaw. I tried to kick him again, but he caught my leg and threw me to the side. I rolled back up to my feet, now a distance away from him. “You remember what this place is, right?” I taunted. “This is where Jericho worked. He loved it here. Probably because it was his escape from his psychotic father.”

“You don’t get to speak of him,” Slade growled. “You’re the reason he’s dead.”

“I don’t remember being the one to put the sword through his chest,” I snapped. He took off his helmet and let it drop to his side with a thud.

“I want to look you in the eyes when I kill you,” he said cooly, taking out his sword. I took off my hood and threw down my mask.

“Took the words right out of my mouth,” I hissed, taking out my own sword. I charged first, my sword aimed for his throat. It was blocked by his before he got hit. I swung low, nicking his ankle. He growled and came at my face. I caught his arm when he overswung his attack and tried to put it in a lock, but he shot his arm out before I could get a hold, punching me right under the eye with his sword hilt. That would leave a bruise. Because of the position I was in, Slade was able to yank me forward and send a punch to my stomach. As I fell back, his sword caught the skin on my cheek.

“Had enough yet?” Slade snickered.

“Not even close,” I growled. I shot at him again, this time with the speed of lightning. I kicked his chest, distracting him enough to be able to send a slice down the break in his shoulder armor. He retreated a step, but I stayed with him with a kick to his throat. He struggled to keep up with my hits as I drove him back toward the wall. He got desperate and tried to strike back, barely managing to scrape my side with his sword, but I was too quick for him to cause any real damage. I activated my left cuff and it shot into his side. He grunted in pain before slamming his head into my own, which made me fall back a little, taking my blade with me. My head spun as I stepped back into my stance, ready for him to come at me. When he did, he was slower which allowed me, even with my dizziness, to gain the upper hand and disarm him. I kicked out his knees, making him fall to the ground, and then pinned him with my sword hovering over his chest. “Tell Grant I say hi,” I spat with a smirk. I was about to bring my sword down on his chest when something flew into the room, distracting me. It beeped midair and I realized what it was. A grenade. Before I could move, it went off, throwing me back into the wall and smoke covered the room. I groaned, rolled onto my back, and coughed out smoke before getting up to my feet and looking for Slade. He was nowhere to be seen. “Shit.”

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I crept out of the elevator into the dark Tower lobby, hoping no one would see me. I had limped about three steps forward, taking off my hood and mask, when the lights flipped on, causing me to curse and squeeze my eyes shut.

“What the hell are you doing?” Hank asked, standing in front of me with his arms crossed. “You look like shit.”

“Gee, thanks, Hank,” I bit sarcastically. Donna, Dawn, and Dick were with Hank, all staring at me intently.

“Where were you?” Dick asked. His voice was calm, but I knew the tone. He was pissed.

“And why do you look like you just got hit by a car?” Donna added.

“It was a truck actually.” I grinned. No one returned the gesture. “Okay, not funny. Got it.” I tried to hide the blood seeping through the side of my shirt with my arm.

“It’s almost five in the morning,” Dick said.

“My favorite time of day,” I said, still avoiding the conversation about my whereabouts.

“We told you no patrol. Jason almost died two hours ago,” Donna said, anger in her voice.

“Relax, I wasn’t on patrol,” I reassured them, though I knew what I’d actually been doing was worse.

“She wasn’t on patrol, she was hunting Deathstroke,” Dawn spoke up. Everyone’s gazes turned into lasers into my skull.

“Snitches get stitches,” I muttered. My head had been screaming at me for the duration of the conversation and as the air in the room seemed to stand still, it got even louder.

“You’re freakin crazy!” Hank said. “What the hell were you thinking?!”

“She wasn’t,” Donna said. I looked at Dick who was rubbing his eyes with his head toward the ground.

“I don’t know why you’re all so worked up. I’m fine,” I said.

“We have a right to be upset!” Dawn exclaimed. “This man killed Garth and his own son!”

“You said it yourself, he wants you dead!” Hank said. “Considering how you look right now, I’d say he almost succeeded!”

“Oh my god, guys! You’re being dramatic! You’ve known me for five years, some of you more! You should know I can handle Deathstroke!” I shouted, getting angry. The outburst caused me to feel blood rising up my throat. I had to fight to keep myself from coughing it up.

“Do you not recall the conversation we had yesterday?!” Donna yelled. “You know, the one about how you can’t go off on your own, especially against Slade Wilson!”

“For the record, I was pretty tuned out that whole lecture,” I pointed out.

“You’re going to get yourself killed!” Hank said.

“It’ll take a whole lot more than Deathstroke to kill me,” I defended, crossing my arms. “I think we’re done with this conversation. It’s getting ridiculous.” I turned to leave only to see Hank blocking my way out. “Are you kidding me? Are we seriously doing this?”

“Yes, we’re doing this,” Donna said.

“Even like this, I can still kick all your asses,” I threatened. I noticed Dick had gone quiet which was never good. He was leaning on the island with his head down.

“You came back here 24 hours ago with your head split open, two broken ribs, and some internal bleeding,” Dawn ignored my comment. “I don’t want to see your medical report for today.”

“Lay off, okay?! He looks worse than me!”

“That’s pretty impressive seeing as you look like you just survived the freakin zombie apocalypse!” Hank yelled.

“Slade Wilson killed my parents and almost just killed someone else I care about! I was ready to end it for good!” I screamed, probably waking up the whole Tower.

“And did you?” Hank demanded. “End it?”

“The asshole ran before I could finish him off,” I said bitterly.

“So it was all for nothing?!” Donna seethed.

“I don’t get why you’re all so mad! I went out to help this team! He wants to rip us all apart piece by piece and I figured if I stopped him for good, I could protect everyone in this tower!” I cried.

The bang of someone slapping the counter grabbed my attention. The room went silent and all eyes turned to Dick.

“You are unbelievably selfish! You say you went out to help, but everyone here knows that you went for your personal vendetta! If you would’ve died tonight, what do you think would happened to this team?! We wouldn’t last another three days! I don’t care about your blood feud with Slade! You being injured and still going after him was probably the dumbest idea you’ve ever had! Last time you did that, you almost died!” Dick yelled. He looked me in the eye with an intense glare. His eyes held a mix of anger and worry. I opened my mouth to comment, but he cut me off. “What if he had ambushed you?” he said, voice at normal volume.

“He didn’t,” I replied simply, though I knew it was a dumb answer.

“But what if he did?” Dick repeated.

“Then I would’ve handled it,” I said. Scoffs sounded from everyone else in the room and Dick’s glare got more intense.

“Go to your room and get cleaned up. I’ll be in there with medical supplies in a minute,” he said, his voice never losing its firmness.

“Are you telling me to go to my room?” I asked in disbelief. There was no way he was treating me like a kid.

“Yes.” His eyes told me not to challenge him, and though normally I would, I was too tired to argue further. With a huff, I limped up toward my room.

Once inside, I took off my suit so I was just in my sports bra and leggings. Blood was still leaking down my skin from the deep slice in my side and multiple bruises littered my skin. I couldn’t tell which injuries were from yesterday and which were from today. Although, my pride hurt more than the physical injuries. I had let Slade get away. Sure, I had been hurt, but that shouldn’t have stopped me from going after him. And this was after yesterday when he and Dr. Light jumped me. I had to do better.

A knock came at my door, pulling me out of my self-loathing. Jason stuck his head in.

“Mind if I come in?” he asked.

“If you want to,” I said. Lately, our friendship had been strained which was entirely my fault. I was terrified I’d end up getting him hurt. In a way, I had with the whole being thrown off a building thing. Slade had said that there was more than one way to hurt me as Dr. Light had trapped me in a circle of fire and shot beams of light at me. I quickly realized he meant Jason. “Aren’t you supposed asleep?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” he said tiredly. “Nightmares. You know how it goes.”

“Yeah,” I said softly.

“I heard what happened. Are you okay?”

“Me?” His question took me by surprise. “I’m- I’m fine. How are you?”

“Exhausted. Who would’ve thought falling would be tiring?” I laughed a little. He looked a little awkward standing there, so I patted the bed next to me. He got the message and came and sat down. I noticed the haunted look in his eyes the minute I saw them up close. “Did Deathstroke do that?” He pointed to my side. I nodded. “Why’d you go after him? He could’ve killed you.”

“I was pissy and emotional,” I said with a shrug. “I almost had him before he ran like a coward.”

“Where’s your first aid kit?” Jason asked.

“You don’t need to take care of me. You should be resting anyway,” I tried to tell him.

“I can’t sleep. Might as well do something productive. It’ll also be a good distraction.” He stood up. “I assume you still keep it under the sink.” I nodded.

“Dick’ll be in here in a minute,” I said.

“Sucks for him. I beat him to you,” Jason said with a smirk. I let out a small laugh. He came back and sat down next to me with a washcloth and first aid kit. Without another word, he started cleaning the gash in my side. As the blood began to fade, I spoke up.

“I’m sorry.” He didn’t stop with the cloth but looked up at me.

“For what?”

“I was there. In the tunnels and I wasn’t able to stop Slade from taking you. I should’ve stopped him, but I didn’t and because of that, you got hurt,” I apologized. “I’ve also been a shitty friend lately.”

“What happened with Deathstroke wasn’t your fault. I got cocky and it didn’t play out for me. None of that is on you. And I get the stress this whole Deathstroke situation has put you under. You don’t want to lose someone else to him.” He moved on to putting the stitches into my cut.

“That’s no excuse. I was a jerk and you didn’t shove it right back in my face like you probably should’ve. I’m sorry.”

“We’re good. I promise,” he said with a small smile.

“Jason, you should be resting,” Dick’s voice came from the doorway.

“Well, I couldn’t,” Jason said, annoyance creeping into his voice. “So I decided to do something productive.”

“I need to talk to Elana,” Dick said.

“Then just act like I’m not here,” Jason said with a shrug. I gave him a small smile to thank him.

Obviously, that wasn’t the response Dick wanted, but he only sighed. “You should’ve told us what you were doing. I know all about you and Deathstroke and I get being angry, feeling like you need to do something about it, but you need to remember he feels the same way. Your comment about him wanting to rip us all apart might’ve been more about you than all of us.”

“You’re projecting,” I deadpanned.

“I am not!” he snapped. I raised an eyebrow and Jason bit back laughter. “I’m not,” he lowered his voice. “I’m worried about you. Going after Deathstroke almost killed you once. The only reason you made it last time was because I was there to get you home.”

“Oh my god. Could you tone the ego down a little?” I scoffed. “You almost died too.”

“I’m trying to figure out why you thought it’d be a good idea to go at it alone and injured. We almost lost you.”

“You would’ve been fine,” I said.

“I disagree,” Jason piped up quickly.

“Ask anyone. You not coming home tonight would’ve torn the Titans apart,” Dick said. Jason finished up the last stitch and put his tools down. “And I know it’s selfish, but I’ve already lost too many people I care about. I can’t lose you too.”

“I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me,” I snickered.

“Don’t expect me to say anything else nice. I’m still pissed,” he said.

“Fair,” I sighed.

“I’m gonna restitch your leg. It looks like you pulled out stitches from earlier,” Jason whispered to me. I nodded and moved my leg onto the bed.

“But, you’re benched from patrol alone until we get Deathstroke,” Dick said.

“What?!” I exclaimed, jerking up which threw Jason’s stitching off.

“Stay still,” Jason reminded me.

“Dick, you can’t do that!” I hissed as I settled back down.

“Based on what’s happened the past two nights, I think I can,” he said.

“I wasn’t alone last night,” I said.

“You essentially were,” Jason said. I shot a glare at him. “It’s true.” He gave me an apologetic look.

“Come on, guys. That’s not fair,” I whined.

“It’s to protect you,” Dick said.

“I’m an adult, I don’t need to be protected,” I said.

“Considering how much blood you come home without, I’d say you do,” Dick said, crossing his arms.

“I’m fine,” I stressed.

“Clearly,” Jason scoffed.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on my side?” I asked.

“I’m on my own side always, Lanes,” he said with a smirk.

“You’ll be fine,” Dick said. “Both of you get some sleep. You both need it.”

“Yes, sir,” Jason mocked.

“Whatever you say, boss.” I gave a fake salute. Dick rolled his eyes and mumbled something about kids these days as he walked out.

“You’re all stitched up,” Jason announced.

“Thanks, Jay.” I gave him a small smile. “You’re a pro,” I laughed, examining the stitches.

“Considering how often I’ve had to do this, I should be,” he chuckled. “Your head is bleeding, too.”

“I’ll get that in the shower. You’ve helped enough already.”

“You sure?” he asked.

“Yeah.” We sat across from each other in silence, but we were both thinking the same thing. His eyes drifted to my lips and I realized mine had, too. Unconsciously, we had moved closer. As we drew even closer, reality hit me. “I’m sorry, Jay. We can’t,” I whispered, pulling back and lowering my head.

“Yeah, yeah,” he breathed. I felt him grab my hand and plant a kiss on my forehead. Without even thinking, I leaned into his chest, much like we used to do. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer and he rested his chin on my head.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“Of course.” He matched my tone.

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Put It On My Tab: Chapter 6

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Tag: @vbecker10 @wordsfromshona @harlequin-hangout @harpy-space @tild3ath @gone-batty-fics @princessbl0ss0m

Warning: The power of coffee, Jason finally gets his drink, Y/N might strangle someone, poor Y/N

Summary:

Everyone deserves time off, and the vigilantes of Gotham are no exception to the rule. The boys decide to take a weekend to let loose. Who knew a few drinks would lead to a stranger in bed?

Author Note:

A huge thank you and shout out to @harlequin-hangout for the amazing banners you made for me. I am excited to finally be able to use them!

If you're new to the story, here is a link to the other parts:

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

It all happened so quickly. The flash of white. The clatter of chairs. The sound of a table crashing to the floor. She was on the floor, covered in left over coffee and pastry crumbs, with her a soreness in her lower back and hands from the impact. How was it even possible for him to be here? Here in this coffee shop of all places in the outskirts of Gotham where no one really visits, and the city is trying to gentrify for the rich to come rolling in? Either he was stalking her or this was some sick joke and the universe was mocking her to no end. 

And why would he be stalking you? You gave him a nice hotel room to comfortably get ready in, only for him to utterly trash and leave you with a bill that’s worth more than you. Anger burned in her chest at the reminder of what her kindness had led her to. Screw that, I should demand him to pay me! Who does he think he is?! Here I am busting my butt day in and out while he’s walking around without a care in the world buying fancy-shmancy overpriced coffee while running around Gotham breaking idiot-proof instant coffee machines?! Does he think money just falls from the sky? Hotshot rich pretty boy trying to look tough and rugged. She snapped out of her spiraling thoughts from the throbbing ache in her jaw. How tight was she clenching her teeth? 

“Are you ok?” The deep voice that haunted her dreams followed soon after, a hand came into her line of sight. Of course, he saw her and her spectacular display of grace. Her anger that was boiling inside her was quickly quelled by the ice-cold bucket of embarrassment that came crashing down on her. How was she going to intimidate him? She was a minimum-waged paycheck-to-paycheck living citizen just barely making ends meet, and she wanted to get him to pay for her? Someone who seems to only see her in humiliating situations and is always trying to help her out? If she took that hand, she knew she would somehow be on the line for something more expensive.

That boy is going to be the death of me. It’s better to just leave it. Who knows what he’ll do if I tell him. I might end up in a loan with interest that even my great grandkids will be trying to pay off. “No, thank you.” She muttered under her breath, lightly pushing his hand aside before pushing herself up off the floor. Keeping her head down, she brushed the crumbs off her stained apron and straightened her shoulders. Turning on her heel, she took a step with confidence. She was not going to be the damsel in distress needing help again. Her heel landed on a puddle of coffee and continued its journey forward. She stared at her foot that was in the air, realizing that she was falling backwards once more. 

Oh, for the love of, she braced herself for the second impact and squeezed her eyes shut with her hands extending backwards to catch herself. She waited for pain to shoot up her spine and her hips would be crying. Yes, any second now. Her palms would be slamming into the floor and possibly bruise at the heel. She waited. How long does someone fall for? This is getting a bit ridiculous! She opened her eyes to see was stopped mid-fall. Blinking, she looked left and right to see she was reclined back and meant to be falling, but something was stopping her. “What the?”

“Can’t say I’m not used to women falling for me, but this is a first.” He chuckled, and her heart jumped into her throat. He had saved her again. Her face was on fire as she scrambled out of his arms and carefully stepped around the to be out of his reach. “Hey, are you ok?” He asked again.

“Yeah, fine, thanks.” She pulled her cap lower and tucked her chin to her chest for added measures as she started to pick up the knocked over furniture. She nearly jumped through the roof as his arm came into her periphery as he helped her pick up the heavy table with ease. “You don’t need to do that. You should order.” She deepened her voice and crab-walked around the mess and made sure she remained facing him, as she was to avoid him from seeing her face. When she felt she had gained enough distance, she quickly spun around, gathered her cleaning supplies.

Jason watched the awkward employee move around, obviously avoiding him. He looked down at himself. Do I offend? He wondered, not sure what he had done to get such a bizarre reaction. Normally, women were eager to flirt with him, but she was doing her best to do the exact opposite. She was trying to make sure she was unrecognizable, but the odd behaviors made her more memorable in a way. Frowning, he walked back to the counter, where Citlalli offered him an apologetic smile.

“I am so sorry about that, sir. Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He nodded his head, looking himself over once more. “Where was I? Oh, right, the coffee order.” He pulled out his phone again and began swiping through the chat to show her. With him distracted, Y/N turned back around and made sure to stand behind him so only Citlalli could see him. She excitedly waved her hands in the air until her best friend looked up at her.

That is him! He is 4k man!  She aggressively pointed at him, glaring daggers and punching at him in the air. Jason felt the burning look and turned, watching Y/N duck her head and do some sort of odd stretch. Seeing no one else looking at him, he shrugged and returned his attention to his phone, and Y/N signaled once more. “He,” she pointed to him as she mouthed the words. “Broke,” she held the mop in both her hands and mimed slamming it down on her thigh. “Coffee,” she pointed to the stain on her apron. “Him!” 

“What?” Citlalli mouthed back, her face scrunched in confusion. When Jason had looked up at her apologetically, she quickly put on her customer service face. “Not at all, please take your time, sir.” She assured him. As soon as he was looking at his phone again, she looked up at Y/N who repeated these motions a few times. On the fourth repetition, it dawned on Citlalli what Y/N was trying to say. “Oh, him?!” She mouthed back before eyeing him when a loud cracking sound came from behind Jason. Both of them looked to see Y/N standing there, holding a now broken mop.

Her face paled at what she had done. Their boss was going to really blow his lid now. Looking between the two pieces frantically, Jason turned back to the register. “Is she…alright?”

“Hm?! Oh, uh, yeah. Uhm, well,” Citlalli nervously laughed. “She’s still,” she slowly responded to him as she racked her brain for something to try to salvage the situation without him recognizing Y/N. “Recovering!”

“Recovering?” He raised a brow at her sudden shout of the word.

“Yes, recovering.” she proudly nodded her head. “She’s still recovering from a Joker incident. She’s one of the victims who were exposed to some laughing gas, but it wasn’t too bad in the sense that she was made into a laughing mess. Her mind is still, you know, and doctors have said it’ll take time. Please don’t mind her too much. She’s trying her best.”

“A victim of the Joker, damn, that’s rough.” He muttered under his breath, glancing over his shoulder to see Y/N down on her knees, shoulders shaking a little. He presumed it was her trying to stop herself from laughing, but in actuality she was trying not to cry. “I know how fucked up he can be. Uh, here’s the order.” He showed the phone screen to Citlalli who quickly tapped it into the register along with his regular coffee order.

“Thank you very much for understanding. We’ve had customers who’ve been offended by her.” Not a lie, she’s argued with rude people before. “Will that be all?” She quickly shifted the conversation back to the order, and he shook his head. 

“No, that’ll be all. I’ll pay with card.” He pulled out a black plastic rectangle and tapped it against the terminal. “Alright, here is your receipt. Please sign this copy here.” She handed him one sheet and then a pen with another. “Your drinks will be ready at the end of the bar to your right.” She pointed over to the pickup station. “We will call your name out for you, mister,” she glanced down at the receipt and her eyes nearly popped out of her head. 

“Just call for Todd,” he cut her off and pulled out a few high numbered bills and put them in the tip jar. “For you and your co-worker, and a small thanks for not using the name.” He flashed her a grin and waved, heading over to a clean table to wait.

“Oh, of course.” She nodded her head and quickly removed the cash from the tip jar to avoid anyone seeing how much had been put in and possibly cause trouble, and quickly got to making his drinks.

Y/N managed to clean up the mess and the rest of the sitting area after tapping the mop back together with packing tape. She prayed her boss would not be too upset, or perhaps not even notice.

We’ve needed a new mop for a while anyway. Maybe he’ll finally just buy it and not even ask what happened? As soon as she walked back in behind the counter, she felt herself being yanked forward and her forehead nearly collided with Citlalli’s. “Woah, what’s gotten into you?!”

“Are you sure?” Citlalli cut her off.

“Sure of what?”

“Don’t you play with me! Is he really the guy? The one who damaged the room?” She sternly asked, motioning towards Jason, who was patiently waiting for his drinks that were nearly done. Releasing Y/N from her grip, she handed her a cup and motioned to the pot of coffee. “Help me make his drinks while we talk.”

“Why would I not be sure? How many people go around with a voice like that and hair like that? That is him, I swear I’m not mixing things up.” She stressed, confused by her friend’s reaction. “Cici, what’s going on?” She glanced at the order details before making the coffee.

“Well, remember how you said ya might need to work for Bruce Wayne himself to pay it off?” Citlalli glanced at the order list as well.

“Yes, what about it?” She placed the first drink down. “Regular coffee, Todd. Regular coffee for Todd.” She shouted as she walked back over to Citlalli.

“He’s a Wayne boy.” She handed Y/N the receipt as she finished the second drink and brought it to the pickup counter. “Here is your second drink, we’ll be done with the third drink in just a moment.” She smiled at Jason, who was about to come pick up the drink. Nodding his head, he sat back down. Meanwhile, Y/N stood frozen in place. She had was saved by and spent a night in the same room with one of the famous Wayne children. There’s no way! How the hell did I get mixed up with one of them?! How am I supposed to approach him now?! I can’t just demand money, he can just laugh it off and say I’m making it up! This honestly can’t get any worse. She curled up into a ball, holding her head. I made an utter fool of myself just now, he’s definitely not going to believe me. This has to be some sick joke! She wanted to pout and whine, but she was on the clock. And I have a hotel room to pay off. She thought bitterly as she put the receipt in the register drawer before taking the next customer’s order. Cici can make his drinks and he’ll leave. He can leave, and I can stop having terrible luck because of him. She pulled off her hat, tossing into the shelf under the counter. Stalking me, yeah right. Try haunting me.

[hamilstuck99]

Hello, Me

Characters: Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Bruce Wayne - NO SHIPPING, ALL PLATONIC

Word count: 1,170 words

Warnings: Mention of death(it’s jason. of course.), mention of injuries(not described in detail), Jason has a panic attack but isn’t super descriptive, Jason just is so emotionally hurt, I decided to keep the thing where Bruce takes Jason to his death site(it was good angst.), characters may be ooc(im kinda rusty), angst

I can’t think of anything else, lmk if i should tag anything or add it to warnings :)

“Hello safehouse,” he started. “Hello bed,” he walked forward. “Hello pillow,” he plopped down to sit. “... Hello me,” he said, finishing his ritual. Looking up, he could see a ghost version of his 15 year old self. From when he died. Whenever he came back from a mission, he always did this, almost to make sure he was there, that he was real. He let out a sigh and the vision of his beaten, young self disappeared.

He could hear him though, not a full voice, but present enough for him to say, “Maybe we were better off dead.”

Jason gave a grim chuckle in response and said, “Yeah, maybe.” His fifteen year old self was gone for now. He was hunched over, looking down at his helmet in his hands, the white lenses staring back at him. He could see his reflection with a red tint. His white trauma streak, the scars littering his face, his once blue, but now green eyes. He hated it. He looked so different compared to how he looked before. He wasn’t even sure he was who he wanted to be, but Gotham got used to Red Hood. He’d do practically anything for this city. It wasn’t the best, but it was his home, where he was molded into a street kid who stole bread from the nearest bakery to being adopted by the richest man in Gotham and becoming Robin, while still stopping by Ms. Hernandez’s house from time to time for homemade tamales and pollo guisado. He was a good kid. Then he died, came back, and got involved in gang wars, weapon dealing, and trying to kill the Bats. As much as he hated to admit it, his family.

“What a fucking second life,” he said sighing. It was raining, the sound echoing through the safehouse. He could feel a presence on the ceiling. “Cass, I know you’re there. Don’t have to hide.” He heard the swoosh of her cape as she landed and walked towards her.

She looked him up and down. “You’re not well.”

“Cass I’m fine. No injuries, I promise. At least, no new ones,” he said, mumbling the last part.

“Not body,” she responded, poking his forehead, “Mind.” She saw him about to speak and gave him a quick and simple “no.”

He sighed as his sister sat down on a chair. “Listen, I know you guys are trying to watch out for me but I’m fine. I promise.” He sat down in the chair across from her, looking down at his hands in his lap. “I’m taking my meds and eating regularly. You don’t need to worry. It’s just that sometimes my brain happens and I can’t help it.”

They stayed silent for a bit, Jason now fidgeting a little under Cass’s intense stare. Cass finally broke the silence saying, “Idiot. You are never alone. Family is here to help you always.” Then she gave him a small envelope and left his safehouse.

He took in his sister’s words. Never alone. It was easier to be alone, that’s for sure. Not like they would let him, but it was easier. Less pain for others if he could distance himself. He couldn’t though. Was he selfish for that? Maybe. He didn’t notice he was crying until he felt warm tears fall on his folded hands. He quickly wiped them away and got up to make a meal. He put the letter to the side and started to cook.

The Gotham rain continued to pound the roof of his safe house. He washed up after patrol, then laid down on his bed. He had to wear a sweatshirt and pajama pants that night. He couldn’t stand being able to look at his scars. His eyes were glowing green as he stared at the ceiling in the dark, it was another side effect of being put in the Lazarus Pit. In the back of his mind he could hear his 15 year old self again. He was whispering, “We were supposed to stay dead.” Jason shut his eyes.

The voice was louder now, a normal speaking voice. “You aren’t supposed to be here.” Jason covered his ears.

The voice, he wasn’t sure who it was anymore, grew louder. It screamed at him, “I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE.” He curled up into himself, shaking. He slowly opened his eyes.

All he could do was name everything he could physically sense. He kept on going until he could ground himself. The voice was gone by the end of it.

There was a knock at the door. He picked up one of his guns and walked towards it.

“Jason,” a deep voice said, “It’s me.”

Bruce. It was Bruce. Jason stood at the other side of the closed door, he didn’t really want to see anyone. Especially not Bruce. Not right now. He opened it anyway. He moved to the side letting Bruce in.

“You haven’t been answering your phone,” Bruce said as he closed his umbrella. Most people would’ve heard it as monotonous, but Jason knew. It was laced with the slightest bit of worry.

“It’s dead.”

“It’s been hours.”

“Oh yeah? I haven’t noticed,” Jason scoffed.

“We’ve been trying to contact you.”

“Cass dropped by a few hours ago. I’m assuming you’ve been trying to ask me about whatever this letter is about?” He asked, picking up the neatly sealed envelope.

“It’s… an invitation,” Bruce responded.

“For what? And it better not be a fucking gala, old man. People still think I’m…” he trailed off. Normally he could say it. Death, dead, died, that whole thing. Not today though, and Bruce recognized it.

“It’s not a gala. A family vacation.” Jason stared at Bruce with his eyebrows knitted. Bruce was a normally stoic man, but he could see how he was bracing himself for whatever negative reaction that could come his way. It came with knowing the man for years, whether he liked it or not.

“Is that code for something? Maybe another fun little field trip like when you took me to the place I fucking died?” Jason asked bitterly, “Which soldier died this time?” Bruce flinched a little, his lips pressing together and shoulders tensing.

“No. It’s an actual trip,” Bruce responded.

“The catch is…?”

“It is an actual trip. For the most part,” he said, pausing. He hesitated before saying, “We also have to gather intel on someone there. There’s an event we have been invited to, and luckily, our target is there.”

Jason just stared at him. Not realizing his face was betraying him. Not realizing the slight snarl forming on his lips. Bruce opened his mouth to say something, but Jason cut him off. “You know what? Fine. I’ll join this goddamn mission. What-fucking-ever, old man,” Jason said walking to the door, “Now, leave.”

Bruce’s face contorted into a look of worry, eyes stuck on Jason; how he hated it. “Jaylad, it’s not—“

“Go.”

Bruce lowered his gaze and walked out into the rain.

A/n: hiiiiiii long time no see :) I havent published anything in a long time and it’ll probably stay that way. I started this in like. 2021 i think. reworked a few things but not a lot, mainly focused on finishing it lol. i hope that if anyone sees this you enjoyed :) i really am very active but i seldom post any of my writing bc like. i barely finish anything lololol aha writing. gotta say im decently proud of this one. please do not follow me for my writing the last time i posted any of my fics was almost two years ago im just under it by a little over a week

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Childhood

Father of Mine – Part 1 and Part 2

+ This Game of Ours

Jason’s eyes snapped open at a sound that no human should be able to hear.

Ever since he’d been resurrected from the Lazarus pit, his senses had grown abnormally acute – amongst other strange things. 

Sometimes he swore he could even hear Y/N’s heartbeat. It was easiest to do with her, after all he was so intone with her very being.

But all of that made nearly impossible for anyone to sneak up on him – let alone in his own home. Which someone was. He could feel it.

Jason’s eyes glanced down at Y/N, who was sound asleep on his chest.

Ever so carefully, he lifted her body off of him so he could slip out of bed.

But Y/N was a light sleeper, unfortunately. She must’ve inherited that from Bruce, even though she wasn’t even raised by the man.

Y/N winced as her eyes opened just in time to see Jason grabbing one of his hidden guns from below their bed frame.

“What’s going on?” Her voice raspy.

“Nothing,” Jason lied. “Stay here.”

Now that she found out about another hidden gun in their apartment, Jason knew he was going to return to a lecture from Y/N. She never hid her hatred for guns, and had asked him to keep them out of their apartment.

“Jason…” Y/N whispered desperately, now more awake and concerned.

“Stay here,” Jason said, more firmly this time.

Then he quickly kissed her, leaving even less room for her to argue.

In only his black boxer briefs, Jason snuck out of their bedroom and into the living room without making any sound. Y/N had always been shocked at how quiet her giant boyfriend could make himself.

Just as Jason raised his gun, he heard the familiar voice.

“Put some clothes on, Todd.”

Damian stepped out of the shadows.

To Jason’s surprise, he was in civilian clothes and not in his Robin uniform.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, breaking in like that?” Jason reprimanded as he uncocked the gun.

But before Damian could defend himself, the bedroom door squeaked open and Y/N was rushing out into the living room.

“I told you to stay there,” Jason growled.

Y/N rolled her eyes at her boyfriend’s overprotectiveness. “Obviously I recognized Damian’s voice, Jason.”

Then Y/N looked at her half-brother for a second and quickly realized Damian had come there for a reason.

“Everything alright, Damian?” She asked carefully.

“Yes,” he lied.

Jason remembered when Damian despised Y/N. He saw her as a threat to his claim to the Wayne throne. But Y/N had immediately made her intentions clear. “I have my own reputation, money, and career that I built without a name attached to me. I want nothing to do with Wayne Enterprises,” she had told Damian as soon as she realized he saw her as some sort of competition.

It took Damian months to even acknowledge Y/N. And he really only did because both his father and Dick – basically his surrogate father – scolded him for not doing so.

Slowly but surely, the two grew closer.

Y/N didn’t put up with Damian’s attitude. But she also didn’t scold him like a child. If he was rude or aggressive, she spoke to him the same way she would speak to a grown man who behaved in such a manner. Somehow it made the boy slowly start to respect her more.

Eventually, they bonded over their mutual love of the arts. Damian was impressed with her photographs, while Y/N was honored whenever Damian decided to share his drawings with her. Y/N had gifted Damian his first camera. And Damian once gave her a few lessons on the basics of sketching and painting.

Who knew Waynes were the creative type?

And it was when Damian’s pets all seemed to be obsessed with Y/N that the boy finally decided to get over his original opinions and feelings.

It was by no means a short or easy battle. But the rest of the family was relieved when Damian finally accepted Y/N as one of their own.

“How about I make us some hot chocolate?” Y/N offered Damian.

The boy just shrugged, but she noticed his eyes subtly light up.

She never understood why he refused to let himself feel joy in the simple things. It was like she could catch him stopping himself from being a kid.

“I’m going to bed,” Jason announced with exhaustion.

It was clear to him that Damian came to see his sister, not him. And he was nice enough to leave the two of them alone. Even though he was a bit bitter that his girlfriend was being stolen from their bed.

Before turning back to the bedroom, Jason invaded Y/N’s space and gently grabbed her jaw before pressing a kiss to her lips.

“Gross,” Damian groaned.

Jason glared and pointed at the boy. “You’re in our apartment, demon spawn. I’ll kiss my girlfriend if I fuckin’ want to.”

Y/N just laughed as she watched Jason close their bedroom door behind him.

“Come on,” she nudged her head in the direction of the kitchen. “Let’s make some hot chocolate. I think I have some of Alfred’s cookies hiding somewhere, too.”

“I don’t know what you see in him,” Damian mumbled.

Y/N smirked and shook her head. Tonight, she wasn’t taking the bait. 

Once Damian decided he didn’t hate Y/N, he jumped right to making it known that he did not think Jason was good enough for her. But she knew it was an act – mostly.

“Why aren’t you on patrol?” She asked casually once they had giant mugs of hot chocolate and cookies in front of them, making sure to give the boy extra marshmallows. 

“I’m grounded,” Damian muttered.

Y/N tilted her head. “Grounded?”

It seemed like a far too normal concept for a family of vigilantes.

“Yes,” Damian confirmed.

“I’m guessing that means Bruce and Alfred don’t know you’re here…?”

“I snuck out,” he admitted.

“Why did you get grounded?”

“Father found out I was skipping school. And then that I skipped the school dance.”

“Why does it matter if you skipped the dance?” She asked, clearly confused.

Y/N was also struggling to imagine Bruce caring about such a trivial thing like that.  

“Father wishes for me to have normal experiences that young man of my age is expected to have,” Damian said with a roll of his eyes.

“School dances are lame,” Y/N commented.

Damian sat up straighter, not expecting that to be her response.

“I skipped prom. I didn’t want to go,” she added.

“Why not?” The boy challenge, somewhat caught off guard by that.

Y/N shrugged. “Bad music. Bad dancing. Tacky dresses. Just wasn’t all that appealing to angsty, teenage me.”

Damian just nodded slowly, and then got quiet.

“I have no desire to be normal,” he finally stated after a few minutes.

“I’m not taking his side, but I get why Bruce wants you to do these things, Damian. You were robbed of a lot of things because of the way you were raised. I’m not saying that it’s bad or good. But I think Bruce just wants to give you the opportunity to experience the life of a – well...of a kid.”

“And was your life normal?” Damian quickly asked.

Y/N nodded. “So normal that it was boring.” She laughed, “My entire life was normal until I met all of you weirdos.”

That got a smile out of Damian.

But then it slowly dropped and he seemed to get lost in his head.

“I don’t…I don’t have any friends,” Damian finally whimpered.

Y/N was shocked by the boy’s emotion.

Damian was always composed.

“It’s like they speak a different language. And it’s one I can never learn.”

“Oh, Damian,” Y/N sighed as she rushed from her seat to kneel beside him. “I know it must be hard to try and fit in. But you’re not doing anything wrong. None of that’s your fault.”

“Father is more than aware that I don’t need the education,” Damian’s voice shook as he tried not to cry. “He only forces me to attend so I can make friends. And that is one thing I am unable to do.”

Y/N let him breathe and have an opportunity to continue before she spoke again. 

“I hate school, so I skip. And the school dance seemed so ridiculous to me, so I skipped that too – even after father specifically requested that I attend.”

Y/N sighed, “And did you tell him how you’re feeling when he grounded you?”

Damian shook his head no.

She hadn’t expected anything different. She could easily imagine Damian lashing out at Bruce when he received his punishment, saying that the requests were a waste of his time and beneath him. 

Damian was good at hiding his emotional pain – maybe even better than their father.

Y/N was sure Bruce didn’t have a true understanding of what Damian was going through.

“Can I stay here tonight?” Damian asked.

“Of course,” she gave him a sad smile. “How about we take this hot chocolate to the couch and watch a movie?”

Damian shrugged. But it wasn’t a no.

Y/N let him pick the movie.

He chose Fantasia. 

When Y/N didn’t hide her surprise, he explained that he respected the animation and loved all of the classical music. Even when they did a child-like activity, he still always found way to remind the world that he was no normal child.

An hour later, both of them had fallen asleep on the couch with the movie still playing.

When Damian felt another presence, he awoke with a jolt and grabbed his hidden knife, holding it to the throat of the intruder.

But it was Jason, gently bringing Y/N’s sleeping body into his arms.

“Once again, demon spawn, you’re in our apartment,” Jason hissed with annoyance.

The man was completely unfazed by the feeling of a blade threatening to slit his throat. 

Damian huffed.

“I’m taking her to bed,” Jason explained the obvious. Then he nudged his head at the love-seat across from Damian. “There’s a blanket right there if you want to sleep on the couch. Or you can sleep in the guest bedroom.”

But Jason paused, with Y/N sleeping in his arms, as he noticed a strange look on Damian’s face.

“What?” He urged.

“If you ever hurt her, I’ll kill you myself,” Damian growled softly.

Jason looked utterly unimpressed. “You’d have to get in line,” he answered, making sure to keep his voice quiet to prevent waking Y/N.

But then Jason’s face softened. “Look, kid, I think you know that she’s the best thing to ever happen to me. I’d die before doing anything to mess this up.”

“Hmph,” was the only noise Damian made in response.

Jason rolled his eyes and carried Y/N back to their bedroom.

In all honesty, he couldn’t fall asleep while she had been in with Damian. With Jason’s weird enhanced hearing because of the pit, he was able to catch a bit of their conversation.

Jason softly place Y/N back in bed and pulled the covers up to her shoulders. When he joined her on the other side of the bed, she didn’t even wake as she slid back into his arms.

Now Jason could finally go to sleep.

When there was a knock on the apartment door the next morning, Damian and Y/N shared a look.

“I’ll get it,” Y/N sighed.

Jason had made all three of them breakfast that morning.

But now Damian pushed the food around his plate, knowing this was the end of his small rebellion. Who knew what his new punishment would be?

Y/N opened the door to unsurprisingly find her father.

Bruce was wearing a full suit, despite it being a Sunday morning. On top was a heavy, black overcoat with the back of the collar slightly propped up.

“You could have least told me he was here,” Bruce greeted his daughter.

She smirked mischievously and shrugged. “I’m no snitch.”

Damian appeared behind Y/N, not seeing the point in dragging this out any longer than necessary.

“Alfred’s downstairs with the car,” Bruce told his son evenly.

The disappointment in both his expression and tone was obvious.

Damian looked up at Y/N. “Thank you for having me, Y/N.”

“Next time, use the actual door so you don’t give me or Jason a heart attack.”

Damian smiled at that before walking past his father and down the hallway.

“Can I talk to you a second?” Y/N asked Bruce.

Her father seemed surprised by the request, but nodded anyways and closed the door behind him.

“I think Damian is really struggling – more than you think, I mean.”

Bruce’s brow furrowed and he crossed his arms. “He hasn’t even been remotely injured from patrols in months…”

“No, Bruce,” she quickly cut off. “Not as Robin. As Damian.”

Bruce was quiet.

“He doesn’t know how to fit in, Bruce. And you’re putting a lot of pressure on him to live a normal life. Bu he’s never gonna have normal. That was taken away from him before you even knew he existed.”

“He said that to you?” Bruce asked.

She nodded. “In so few words, yes.”

“And I’m assuming you have some advice,” he quirked a brow.

“Well, yeah. Maybe you should just homeschool him.”

“Y/N, the whole point of him going to school is to be around kids his own age. We both know the education is beneath him already.”

“But that’s the thing, Bruce. He’s never going to relate to any of those kids. Going to school makes him feel like a freak. Let him get homeschooled.”

“He needs to learn to make friends,” Bruce argued.

“You’re right. He does. But not with the spoiled brats of Gotham Academy. How many superheroes are you friends with?”

“He doesn’t consider them friends!” Jason shouted from the kitchen.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Fine. How many superheroes are you acquainted with, who have kids around Damian’s age?”

Bruce’s jaw tightened.

“I know you like to keep your personal life away from Batman. But those are the only kids that Damian is ever going to relate to in some way. Do you get what I’m saying?”

To her surprise, Bruce nodded. “You’re right.”

Her brows shot up. “I am?”

Y/N had really expected him to fight her on this.

Bruce chuckled. “Of course you are. Out of everyone in this family, you are the only one who can say they had any semblance of a normal childhood.”

Suddenly his phone dinged and he glanced down at it.

“I have to go,” he regretfully told her.

When he looked back up at her, his face softened. “Come to the manor soon for dinner,” he asked her gently.

She gave him a soft smile and nodded, “I will.”

Bruce nodded in the direction of the kitchen where Jason was hiding. “And bring that one with you, will you?”

Y/N laughed. “He’ll go wherever I go. He’s like a puppy, that one.”

“I can hear you!” Jason called out.

Bruce laughed and stepped forward to give Y/N a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for looking out for Damian, Y/N.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Bruce.”

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[arty-shadow-morningstar]

Graveyard Siblings (4)

I am sorry for not posting in a while. School is a total bitch. Here is part 4 of a fic that is not a fic.

[Masterlist]

(Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)

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Tall Marinette.(I admit I might be projecting a little here.)

One day, she took out something from someplace high and the whole family realized that ‘holy shit when did you get so tall?’

Bonus if Jason comes back from a long mission and had a wtf moment because she was wearing 6-inch-heels and met his eyes with them on.

“Pixie?!”

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You know how Bruce has the identity of Matches Malone to infiltrate the Gotham Underground.

While Jason does the drug deals more street crime stuff, Maria uses an excuse of being the representative for Red Hood excuse to mingle with the rich people who does crime on the side (Penguin), she uses it to go to black market auctions and buy some of the lost miraculouses which got into the hands of black market dealers.

Jason knows about it and acts as her ‘bodyguard’ anytime he can or sends one of his henchmen to be one with a death threat if she gets a single scratch on her.

Bruce is unaware of this. Or is he?

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Mari helps with running WE since she is a little less busy with the vigilante side of things.

It started with Tim panicking about deadlines and Mari offering to help, to Bruce and Tim bullying the board to have her as co-CEO.

She has to be that and head of Afterlife. So she is very busy. Doesn’t know about what comes next….

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Somehow the class comes to Gotham for a trip. It has been 3 years since her death.

Mari has changed her appearance since the day she left Paris. She has highlights in her hair after a ‘sibling bonding day’ with Jason. Her hair is kept short for convenience and not in pigtails. Along with her tall height and more confident aura, she is almost unrecognizable.

She rides a motorcycle too.

The class waits in the lobby for the tour and in walks this badass woman with aviator sunglasses, leather jacket and designer clothes which was all MT brand, making a lot of people swoon.

She takes off her glasses and walks past the class. Checking stuff on her phone and sipping coffee in her other hand.

She seems familiar but they couldn’t figure out why. (All except Chloe, Alix and Felix who are snickering in the background.)

Lila sees her and comments on how she must be a criminal with the way she dresses. (Lila internally freaks out because were her eyes messing with her? Because she looked a little like Marinette. Also jealous of the new arrival for stealing all the attention.) Alya takes the bait and calls security to ‘arrest’ her.

They just laugh. The class doesn’t understand, speaking in confused French.

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“I am Maria Todd-Wayne, also known as designer MT. CEO of Afterlife and co-CEO of the very company you are in. I am allowed in here. Don’t judge a book by its cover.” she said in perfect French.

“But Lila told us you can’t speak French.”

“Who?”

“Lila Rossi, your friend. She told us that you and MT were dating.”

“Me dating myself. Okay I love myself because self-love is a thing but that is a whole other level. MT are my initials. Anyone who has a brain could have figured that out or at the very least do a Google search. I am not sure where your friend got that notion.”

“Hey, Bean, come on. We have a long day ahead of us.” Tim reminded her.

“Goodbye but cease the rumours or you would be escorted off the premises.”

As they rode up the elevator, “Tim, why are they here?”

“They are the lucky winners of the Wayne Enterprise Young Prodigies Contest. Why, Maria?”

“Lucky, huh.” She muttered under her breath. She might as well tell him. They are the Bats and they will find out anyway. “They are from my old class, the one you know…”

“Oh. Want me to send them back? I can do that if they are making you uncomfortable.”

“Nah. Too much to deal with. And it is unfair to send them back over a petty grudge. Besides, I could have some fun.”

“Anything that Bruce and I should be worried about?”

“I swear no killing. Just because Jason came back from the dead, hell-bent on killing. Doesn’t mean I am too.”

“Cool, just don’t do any property damage or traumatize our employees.”

“I might need you to erase some footage later and tell Bruce about this.”

“Some brownies, my favourite coffee cake, the ‘special’ brew and you have yourself a deal.”

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So basically she just showed up around where the class was ‘by coincidence’.

Talk to a few people and take them out of earshot of the rest of the class.

End the conversation by saying a few things only they and her would know. Insides jokes and secrets. (I pick her old childhood friends like, Nino, Kim and maybe Sabrina)

Uses Trixx to turn into a walking dead version of her 15-year old self and disappears as they freak out about how she knew that secret/story.

Freaks them out further by appearing again in front of the whole class and pretending not to know their previous conversation.

Mari manages to get Lila alone.

I should also say that Lila thought that her curse was making her see MT as Marinette.

It terrifies Lila when she finds out that MT is actually Marinette, not dead but alive after all this time and apparently living the high life she wanted. This fact made the Italian swell up with jealousy.

“I hope you are not lying about me again, Lila Rossi. Like you always do.”

“What do you want with me? I swear I didn’t say anything else about you.”

“Aw, Lila. Don’t recognize me?”

Maria flickers and Ladybug is in her place and later, the Marinette that appeared in her bedroom and back to normal.

“You! How? Why are you here? Why can’t you leave me alone?”

“Why not? I mean you did take away nearly all my friends, my parents and made my life a living hell. If you think about it, I am just repaying you the same favor. How are the others? Treating you well?”

“What did you do to me, you bitch?”

“I just put a curse on you. The ghosts of your past will haunt you until you stop.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop Lying, Liar. They all feed and grow in power from your lies. I wonder what would happen in a few years if you kept this up.”

“You think you can get away with this. This is war and I have already beaten you once.”

“Oh Rossi. This isn’t a war. It’s a death sentence.” With that she disappears.

Lila tries to tell her class that MT is actually Marinette. She is met with crazy looks. Some of them look like they want to believe her but don't because they don’t want to look crazy too.

Oh. Adrien wasn’t on the trip because his mother didn’t want him to go to the crime capital of America although the crime rate has gone down a little due to Hellbat curing some of the city’s bad energy..

Right after Lila told the class about MT, Scarecrow came to steal some Wayne tech and the class got caught in the crossfire. So later, it was brushed off as Lila seeing things due to the fear toxins.

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Joker made the mistake of kidnapping her. Once was enough to never try that again.

(It involved the use of nearly all of the Miraculouses, old and new. He was thoroughly humiliated at the end of it and his picture by the time Hellbat was done with him was on the Batfam’s Christmas Card. Like I said she doesn’t kill but making them beg for death was okay.)

It coincided with Jason’s Birthday and the video of the incident was ‘the best birthday present ever.’ The uncensored version was watched at the next undead siblings bonding day. Damian included.

After hearing a few rumours about what happened, most criminals were glad for Hellbat’s rare appearances. (which happens once a month and during really busy time of the year)

There was a time where Penguin was carrying out one of their plans and when Hellbat showed up, all of their thugs surrendered instantly. (No Batman did not pout at the fact that this French girl was more imitating than him.)

Scarecrow used his newest batch of fear toxin on her during the first year after she died.

He was astounded to see her still standing and she later proceeded to beat the crap out of him while being under the toxin’s influences.

He has tried to stay out of her way since then.

She saw Scarecrow as Hawkmoth and said a lot of things in French which scared everyone because she said it with so much hate, anger and in a very menacing tone that everyone is like ‘I am not touching this.’

It took Red Hood and Nightwing to restrain her from further beating Scarecrow up.

He was one of the people who sympathised with the Joker after the Incident.

The next was Riddler being so arrogant in his plans and managed to get Hellbat and Spoiler into a death trap.

“You know I have a few regrets in life. And my final one is that I got captured and am now going to get killed by a walking fashion disaster.”

“Hey! I made this myself. I will have, you know.”

“You have a brilliant mind but no sense of fashion at all. When I get out of here, I am going to burn that thing with you in it, for your crimes against fashion.”

“What is wrong with it?”

Cue a lot of roasting of Riddler’s costume and Spoiler adding more fuel to the fire.

They manage to escape while Riddler is crying on the floor, having an existential crisis.

The thing was no one knows why Riddler was silent the entire week after encountering Hellbat and crying when anyone mentions it.

They now think Hellbat is the scariest one in the Batfamily, second to Batman and tied with Black Bat/Orphan.

The few who find out what really happened in the warehouse that night. Blackmail material on the Riddler.

Three ( four if you count Penguin) of Gotham’s biggest villains of the Rogues Gallery scared of Bats’ newest addition. Hellbat was not someone they wanted to mess with.

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Magic crisis stuff. Like a world ending event thing. Dr. Fate says they need the Miraculous jewels but the last mention of them had been in Paris a few years ago and had vanished since then.

Costantine looked at Batman. “You know who you have to call.”

Batman calls Hellbat. Who hasn’t been introduced yet to the JL.

“Ah. Bats. Not that I question your authority or anything but how can your newest ‘ward’ help us?”

She takes off her helmet and reveals her face and more importantly, her earrings.

Tikki comes out of her hiding place.

“I am the current Guardian of the Miracle Box and wielder of the Ladybug miraculous during Hawkmoth’s reign in Paris a few years ago. Any other Questions?”

“Oh great Guardian. Tikki. It is an honour to meet you.”-Wonder Woman, who else.

“You too, Princess Diana. Pass on my regards to your mother.”-Tikki

A huge face-off and the big evil is defeated.

WW asks abt HM and gives a horrified face at the end of her story. Nearly everyone who eavesdropped on the conversation was.

"Forgive me, Guardian for not aiding you in your hour of need.”

“It’s okay. I understand that there are other crises, world-ending ones that JL have to take care of. I am better now. Mostly.”

“I doubt it with those revenge schemes I found lying around. But she is getting there with her therapist.”-Batman

“I hate you, Dad.”

“Did you just call him Dad?”

“No….”

“Do you see me as a father figure?”

“I see you as a nuisance with how nosy you are with my personal business. So you are more of a bother figure.”

“I see you as part of the family too, Daughter.” (Got that reference anyone?)

“Jason was the one who adopted me.”

“Legally you are adopted by me.”

Maria with Pikachu surprised face because nobody told her that. “My life is a lie.”

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(Part 5)

[catxsnow]

HAPPINESS B.W.

Request: Will you do a Bruce Wayne x reader where the reader gets hurt because of his life and he just like super sorry and regretful? If you wanna change the bat boy that'll be okay.

Warning: mentions of blood and injury, fluff, angst 

A/N: hello good day one and all, my writing inspiration has plummeted even more but I hope everyone enjoys this. 

Word count: 1.9k 

Bruce never wanted you to be part of his life for this reason. He didn't want an innocent civilian to get caught up in his life as Batman. Someone who couldn't take care of themselves like he or his kids could. He didn't want you to be trapped in the crossfire of his battles and be the one to suffer the consequences.

You knew the risks of being with him. One night he may never make it home because of his fights. Or maybe that one of his sons or daughter would fall again, and this time never return. You knew that maybe, you would somehow be the one to get the bullet instead of someone that would have known how to dodge it.

Maybe if Bruce would have been faster, or if he ignored his pride and asked for help everything would have turned out fine. Maybe if he sacrificed himself, you would have ended up safe. Instead, you laid in a hospital bed. Cast around your arm, brace on your neck. Cuts and bruises laced your skin from the accident.

Except it wasn't an accident. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time and there was nothing that Bruce could have done to help, no matter how much he beat himself up over it. He was saving the lives of others - you would never shame him for that.

Being Batman was something you had to learn to deal with, but his need to save lives was something you could never chastise. You had your fights over it, the crying and screaming matches that seemed to go on for hours. Your pleads to get him to stop when things were going too far.

The times a young Jason Todd would come into your room with red eyes because he heard you and Bruce fights. An older Jason coming to you for comfort after hearing yet another argument with your husband. Tim crawling into your bed with you as Bruce headed out for a night on his own after yelling at you.

Dick, the child you never got a hand in raising, but being there for you because he knew Bruce's antics more than anyone. All his kids adored you, and they all knew what it was like to be on the other end of Bruce's stubborn Wrath.

Bruce was worth it. He was worth every tear, every kiss, every second. Every moment you spent with him, whether it be love or hate, you wouldn't change it for anything. Even if his love was the reason that you were in that bed.

"It's not your fault, Bruce," Dick stood behind the chair in which his adopted father sat. He came back to Gotham the moment that he heard about what happened. Damian had told him scene by scene what occurred - nothing of which Bruce could have stopped. Maybe not even if he was Superman.

Unfortunately, Dick knew all too well that Bruce would feel guilty for this. He was more protective of you than anyone else in this entire world. He would go to any length to keep you safe.

Bruce held your hand in his. The faint pulse was the only thing keeping him sane in that moment. His hair was tousled, likely from the stress he had been under these past few hours. It wasn't often Dick saw him like this. Then again, it wasn't often Bruce ever let anything happen to you.

"I knew a day like this would come and yet I still agreed to let them into my life," Bruce's voice was hoarse - nearly as much as it was when he was under the cowl. The only difference, was now he wasn't hiding behind a mask, he was forced to face the reality of what could happen to those he loved because of his life.

"Growing up, I never thought I'd see the day that you'd fall in love," Dick sat down in the chair across from Bruce. He refused to take his eyes off you, even with his son showing himself. "And then you met (Y/N). I remember them coming over to the mansion for the first time. I wasn't living there anymore but you wanted me to come to meet them.

"I've never seen you laugh, genuinely laugh, so much in one night. I could tell, from that night that they were different than the other woman you brought home. You cared about them from the start, Bruce. (Y/N) wasn't just some other person that you seduced to uphold your playboy act. They knew what they were getting into with you. You can't just force everyone away because you're scared of potential outcomes - that's part of life. Even for Batman."

"They wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me," Bruce tried to argue. Always the glutton for punishment, even when the hand didn't need to be delivered to him.

"And they might have ended up far worse if it hadn't been for you," Dick spoke, his voice steady. He too hated seeing you like this - but if Bruce wasn't going to be the stable one then he had to take that burden. "If there's one thing in this world that people like us struggle to get... it's happiness. You found yours in (Y/N). Don't lose that because of one accident."

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"Father."

It had been days since you had been admitted into the hospital. Yesterday morning you woke up sore, but alive. Bruce was yet to leave your side. Stubble littered his face from going days without shaving. A look that you weren't able to truly appreciate from being asleep half the time.

By this time the next day, you would be allowed to leave, but that didn't make your husband any less worried about your well being. Bruce still blamed himself for what happened, even after you had told him it wasn't his fault in the slightest. You could see the guilt on his face, just as he wore every time something went wrong with you involved.

"I brought you food," Damian held a bag of take-out in his hand. If he knew his father well enough, he'd know that he hadn't eaten anything all day. It was confirmed when he heard the loud growl of Bruce's stomach the moment that he got a whiff of the food in the room. "Eat."

"I'm not hungry," Bruce waved off his son. It was clear he was in need of something to eat, though he was too stubborn to take care of himself while you were in need. Even if it was just watching over you while you slept. Damian shoved the bag directly in front of his face until he reluctantly accepted.

"You need a shower," Damian's nose curled up. He stood looking down at his father. As worried as he had been, he also was acting immaturely. Refusing to take care of himself, constantly under surveillance while you were in good hands as it was. "(Y/N) will be perfectly safe with me. Go home. Get some sleep. We'll be here in the morning and ready to go home."

"I'm fine."

"You're not." Damian eyes the food until Bruce took a bite. It wasn't often that he was worried about his father, but it had been days since he had properly looked out for himself. It was clear how far his love for you went after seeing him like this. Or more so, his guilt for letting this happen. "Do you not trust me to take care of them?"

Bruce's jaw tightened. Truth was, he didn't trust anyone with you. Not even himself. Not even Clark. Damian took his silence as an answer. Of course not. Bruce couldn't trust him for a night out alone on patrol, how was he supposed to trust him with his partner?

"It's my fault they're here, Damian," Bruce sighed. "I've never been so scared before."

This was the first time that Damian had ever seen his father so truly vulnerable. Never in his life did Bruce admit that he was scared, yet here he was completely unscathed and terrified. Dick was right, he found complete and utter happiness in you, and the thought of losing you hurt more than anything else.

He wasn't just scared. He was horrified. Nothing in this world put more fear into him than seeing you suffer, or worse.

"It's not your fault, Father," Damian assured, just as his older brother had. "You always taught me to be brave, to face what scared me most. There's nothing wrong with feeling scared sometimes. It reminds us that we're human, that we're allowed to feel things. (Y/N) loves you, this won't change anything."

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"Bruce would you stop hovering over me, I'm fine!"

You thought getting back to the manor would mean Bruce would finally be off your back about your injuries. It couldn't be more of the opposite. He was constantly trailing behind you, ready to give you aid whenever you needed it. Honestly, you weren't even that sore.

The brace on your neck was gone before you even left the hospital. Your dark bruises were lighter in color and the cuts that required stitches were healing just fine. The only noticeable injury was the cast on your arm, and you could still function just fine without it. Bruce was just being his overly-protective self.

"If I would have known that all I needed to do to get this much attention from you was to get myself hurt, I would have done it a long time ago," You tried to joke. He remained stoic about your comment, your health was no joking matter. You placed your palm on his cheek, the warmth of his skin being soaked up by your own.

"Seriously, hun, I feel perfectly fine. I'm just thankful for you being there." He didn't look convinced. There was nothing worse than failing you, and he had done exactly that.

"Except I wasn't there," he muttered. Bruce tilted his head in shame. He wasn't there to save you fast enough, he should have been. "I'm sorry, (Y/N). I'm so sorry that my life put yours at risk."

"Bruce, my love," your fingers caught under his chin. He reluctantly met your eyes. Shame filled his entire body, he was supposed to be able to save the world, and yet he couldn't save the one closest to him. "I will never blame you for anything like this. I need you to know that. No matter what happens to me, It will never be your fault."

"I love you," Bruce's lip trembled. You were quick to bring him into a kiss. After everything that he's done, the last thing that he deserved was guilt. "I can't live without you. You're my happiness, my everything. I was, I was so scared. I can't live without you, (Y/N)."

"And you'll never have to."

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frosssttr titans au where omega dick is giving private lessons to alpha jason qusjdjsjs

What? Hardcore smut with Dom!Dick? Let's go

A Firm Hand

Tags: Omegaverse, Dom/Sub undertones, Breeding kink, Orgasm Denial, Cock Rings, Multiple Orgasm, Over Stimulation, Creampie, Knotting, Cum Inflation, Messy Sex

Bruce has always been soft.

Heart tender and open for all that came broken and battered. None more so than Jason Peter Todd.

The alpha practically bleeds for love, wounds of betrayal open and green with infection. When he comes to the Titan’s Dick see’s it. How could he not when the kid has yet to have a firm hand guide him to his proper place?

The role of an Alpha is always under his omegas.

Jason’s cock is stiff and hard.

The girthy meat throbs in his cunt, bare and raw. The sheer look of pure unadulterated awe in his expression makes Dick feel powerful. Then again he must be to have the kid flat on his back and helpless to him. He clenches down, the growing knot teasing his slick folds.

It’s good.

Broad in a way that there’s a touch of a burn. It’s been a long time since he’s had an alpha. There’s none on his team and barely any time to seek one out. Not that he would have to worry about that anymore. With a tickling touch, he pushes Jason’s sweaty bangs out of his face. All while the kid seemingly holds his breath.

It’s admirable really the way he holds himself back for Dick’s pleasure. A good alpha that would need very little instruction- but still a firm hand. That’s ok, Dick has the time and he certainly doesn’t mind doing a little housebreaking.

Sweat drips down his back. They’ve been at this for hours and it has yet to become less spectacular. The other occupants in the tower know better than to disturb private lessons. He'll have the alpha to himself all evening.

“ What is an alpha for Little wing? “

Jason’s teeth grind from how hard he’s clenching. The knuckles on those strong hands white against the sheets. The cock ring is doing a beautiful job. It keeps the alpha hard and ready, while on the precipice of orgasm. Close but not yet. Not until Dick has his fill.

The answer that gets drawn out sounds like it hurts.

“ A-An omega’s pleasure. “

The confession is sweet to the ears. Dick’s cunt oozes slick, soothing the burn and inching the cock inside closer to his cervix. It’s an easy movement. The gentle circling of thick omega hips makes that throbbing cock press somewhere wonderful.

Now that he has this he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to let it go.

“ Who is your omega? “

Jason doesn’t speak. Dick narrows his eyes, patient fingers turn demanding as they pull on soft brown curls. The alpha yelps away from the touch but the way his dick hardens gives away his arousal.

“ Who Jason- “

Jason’s eyes flit about. It’s clear that he isn’t sure what the right answer is. Bruce in fact is technically the pack omega. Despite the obvious flaws and mistakes made over the years. It’s only natural that Jason would think of his pseudo dame first. At least before.

Not now that Dick is teaching him the proper way an alpha behaves, fucks and submits.

“ You bro- you. “

The purr comes out effortlessly. The pleasure that radiates from that perfectly polite answer makes Dick hungry. Such a good alpha. When their lips meet for a kiss, seafoam green eyes widen. There’s nothing cuter than how gone Jason is for him. Every movement screams disbelief and desire. All while the smoky musk of safe-good-behaving alpha perfumes the air.

Fuck he’s such a good boy. Dick is glad that he’s the first to have his knot. Bruce may play as dame and parent but Dick wouldn’t do the same. As a single, healthy omega he would take and have.

Jason had made it so easy to. The casual, flirty, confident little offers. Typical for a young alpha, hormones and arousal making them blind to the actual hierarchy. He actually thought he would be the one to dominate, set the pace and take.

Silly little standards set by the porn industry. Fairytales that alpha pups clung to in excitement. All in the past now though.

Consent freely given will never be taken back in the presence of true pleasure.

Dick picks up his movements. It makes Jason wheeze like he’s been hit in the gut. A gorgeous sound that joins a litany of breathless, frantic moans. Dick’s own voice becomes loud and free as he indulges. The alpha’s cock is just the right size and shape to rub somewhere magnificent. The more he moves the closer he gets to orgasm.

Even without prompting, the alpha knows what to do.

“ Please- Please omega- use me. Want to feel you cum. Want to be useful- want to be good- “

Jason is good. So so good and perfect. Dick’s eyes nearly roll back from the way those cut muscular hips struggle up to drive him deeper. Movements of a natural breeder really. There will be no trouble the day Dick gives up hardness for softness. The day he has his little alpha fill him up.

Not that they can’t practice until then.

“ You are- So good for me Jason. Such a good alpha. Doing so good- “

The broken keen is distinctively omega. It drives the alpha wild, nearly feral. All while gnashing teeth each movement becomes violent and desperate. Such is the way of a good alpha. Using all their strength to bring their omega to orgasm.

It’s like riding a bull. Dick can’t help a giggling scream as Jason fucks him good and hard, nearly knocking him off in his haste. His body quakes, thundering righteous sounds of pleasure raining free.

He’s going to cum for the fifth time tonight and this time- his good sweet little wing is going to fill him up. The first cream pie the alpha will ever give. Dick will also be the only omega to have the pleasure going forward.

The thought makes him manic.

The second the cock ring comes off Jason's snarl cuts out for a beaten up whimper. Stuttering and sweet as those hazy green eyes turn alert.

" No- no nonononono omega I'll cum- "

Hands frantically scramble as Jason tries to stave off orgasm. Huge knot expanding and inflating at an alarming rate. The first time is always so wondrous the pleasure must be borderline painful. Dick's own pleasure intensifies. He won't let his eyes leave Jason's. The rapture- the pleasure- the unyielding devotion.

It gives a Dick a high.

After this Jason would never be able to be anything but his.

" Omega! Omega please- "

Gut-wrenching little whines fill the space. He begs prettily as he hopelessly attempts to hold himself back. Dick is going to cum. The rising of orgasm hits in relentless waves. Ever going higher and higher as pleasure rips through him.

Helpless blue-green eyes go wide in panic. Looking at Dick like he's a God. Like he is the answer to life's questions. His mercy, his saviour, his light, his world.

Just as an alpha should.

Dick slams down on his knot hard enough to bruise. Jason's mouth opens in a scream but no sound comes out. That's ok though, Dick is loud enough for both of them.

The orgasm is everything it should be

Especially when it's taken at the use of a well-behaving alpha. Jason is crying gorgeous tears. Biting his lip until it bleeds. Hands tearing holes in the sheets of the bed

All while he watches Dick come- muscles straining as he denies himself. Dick's powerful cunt clenching and clamping down on the alpha.

Dick sees the exact moment he breaks.

He grins shakily as his entire body vibrates with the best orgasm of his life.

" cum puppy- cum for omega-"

Jason's release pants his insides with enough force that Dick jerks. It's violent and ruthless. Hot spunk causing the knot to rapidly shrink and expand. It's an odd feeling. His pussy opening and closing as enough cum to breed at least six omegas makes its way inside.

Jason's hand flies to his hip when he tries to get away from it. The foreign feeling is overstimulating. The puncture of alpha claws in his iliac crest is more arousing than painful.

Alpha instincts that prevent an omega from running away from being bred. Dick's eyes flutter as another creamy load makes its way through his walls, through his petite cervix opening to stuff him up in a way that should be painful.

At least if it didn't drag out his own release into something life changing.

The choking sounds Jason makes are so precious. Just as the way he clings and snaps to not bury his fangs into Dick's neck. Not that he would chastise the perfect little alpha for it. As Dick's abdomen starts to swell he realizes that he'll never let Bruce ever touch a hair on his alpha's head again.

" mine "

It's dark and final.

" yo..urs-"

Dick tilts the worn out alpha's head. Muscles and body jumping like it's been electrocuted. The sweet little thing goes with the touch accepting what is to come.

An alpha's claim might be the most common but an omega could do the same if they were possessive enough.

It just took more tries.

Jason jumps as his teeth sink into the delicate expanse neck. High enough to be obvious, dark enough to be clear. Dick's eyes blur as the taste of Jason coats his tongue. Thick and rich like expensive honey wine.

He growls when the alpha tries to move. It makes him still but for good measure Dick pulls him up to shake. It makes his teeth go deeper. It would be impossible not to notice how his good little alpha gets hard again at the action. More cum filling him until it's nearly unbearable.

They would need to do this several more times but that's ok. He doesn't think Jason will have any protest to offer.

When he finally can bring himself to release the eerily silent alpha Dick marvels at his own handy work. Fucked out and pretty. Dick cooes the alpha's full green eyes drag to his.

" G-od Da…mn"

The words come out at a wheeze. The alpha's throat reedy from the bite. Also from the growling and screaming but Dick doesnt want to train that out of him. He likes those sounds just fine.

" blew your mind pup? "

The sparkle comes to life slowly. Like the sun peeking through the clouds and gently lighting up the shimmery surface of a sleepy lake. That's the best part of Jason. Submissive and sweet but too resilient to break. He plays his fingers between sweaty brown curls. The alpha chuckles dry and broken.

" If I g't up, th'nk ma br'ans'll be on ta p'llow. "

Dick chuckles. He kisses the alpha deep and claiming. Blood plays on their lips which does wonders at arousing his younger partner. The alpha's cock is the only thing still up to play at the moment.

The alpha groans at the realization.

" why'mm st'll hard!?"

Dick purrs. He clenches down, pussy too full to do anything else but make a mess of both of them. The feeling of thick alpha cum sliding down his thighs is addicting. Greedy fingers reach down for a taste.

Jason's breath hitches the moment Dick stuffs messy white fingers in his mouth. Perhaps in his eagerness he forgot something pertinent. Like how awful Jason's eating habits have been since joining the Titans.

He winces, bitter and salty.

" No more burgers and junk food Jay. "

The alpha's argument dies the moment Dick moves his hips. The wet lewd sound of their coupling is quickly becoming his favourite thing.

" an alpha's seed is for their omega Jay. It needs to be palatable and fertile. For when you give me pups- and when I want to use that big cock of yours to distract my mouth. "

The alpha's eyes dilate, blown and feral at the statement. Dick thinks he looks devastatingly handsome.

" B-bro-"

A stern hand twists in brown locks.

" Omega! " he yelps to correct. Dick grins.

Well Rome wasn't built in a day.

[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

Shitty Birthdays and Little Stars | Jason Todd

✦ pairing — Jason Todd x gender neutral!Plus Size Reader

✦ word count — 1.9k

✦ summary — a stranger makes your shitty birthday better – maybe even more than just your birthday.

✦ request — Can I have a smutty prompt 11 with Jason Todd, please?

✶ S11 - “If you keep making those sounds I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”

✦ warnings — angst, mentions and usage of alcohol, language, reader has a vagina, mild smut, fluff.

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Sean, the bartender’s shadow loomed over you as he stood in front of you. Sniffing, you looked up at his still frame.

“It’s too early to close my tab,” you reminded him defensively, “I just got here.”

Chuckling, he shook his head and placed a glass identical to the half-empty one in your hands.

“What’s that?”

He lifted his eyebrows, deviating his gaze to your left. Your eyes fell on a dark-haired man, a little mysterious looking, clearly stupidly tall, deep pretty eyes and all...

Why did he have to appear today precisely?

“Shit, he’s hot.”

“Go,” Sean encouraged you.

“No!” you said between your teeth, eyes still on the handsome stranger. “I’ve been crying the entire day.”

“Oh, I know. Everybody can tell, even him, yet he sent that drink.”

Your head snapped to where the bartender was standing. You glared. “Sean, do you even know wh—“

A gruff voice next to you interrupted you. “Can I sit?”

The effect that voice had on you must’ve been clear on your face because Sean snorted and walked away.

You nodded your head. “Of course.”

“I’m Jason,” he introduced himself as he sat down next to you, twisting on the stool to face you.

You gave him your name and immediately felt the need to explain yourself under his gaze. “I’m flattered,” you assured him. “But I’m in a shitty mood and I wouldn’t want to ruin your evening.”

“What happened?”

“Let’s go with a ghost from the past.”

“Metaphorical, I hope.”

You tilted your head. “So you believe in ghosts? Like actual ghosts?”

Jason considered the question for a few seconds. “Can’t say I do, can’t say they absolutely don’t exist.”

You hummed. “It’s just been a shitty day.”

“We all have those. Some have shitty years even.”

“You know Sean, right?” You nodded your head upward in direction toward the other end of the bar. Jason nodded. “Well, today is my birthday and the only person who remembered was him.”

“Happy birthday.”

You could tell that he meant it which wasn’t making things better. Or easier. “Thanks.”

“So a shitty birthday brought you to a bar?”

“Yeah. Long story short.”

“I have time.”

“You really want me to ruin your evening, don’t you?”

He shrugged, almost sheepishly. “Got somebody else’s evening to ruin?”

Finishing the half-empty drink, you sighed. “My two best friends live in another state and they were supposed to be here yesterday but they’re too busy which I completely understand. And my dad is out of town visiting my half-sister whom I hate — that one I don’t understand so much, but I guess she’s his daughter too.” You grimaced as the words left your mouth. “You wanna hear the worst part?”

“I’m all ears.”

“I was in the parking lot of the supermarket, trying not to cry because apart from the shitty birthday thing, I fucking hate doing groceries on the weekend.” You moved your hands as you spoke. “Somebody taps on my window and it’s my asshole ex-boyfriend. I roll the window down, and what’s the first thing he does?”

Jason tapped on the bar as he guessed, “He wishes you a happy birthday.”

“Yes! It’s fucking infuriating! And now I’m here like a damn idiot telling you all about it when your intentions were clearly different.”

“It’s okay,” he tried to assure you, softly.

“No, it’s not! I should be getting laid right now, not telling you about this.”

He couldn’t help but smile, a little nervously. “I— I mean, that can still happen...”

“Yeah?” your voice dropped. You were nervous, too.

He leaned in, eyes on your mouth as he tilted his head. Jason licked his lips before answering. “Yeah.”

You let out a shaky breath and then wished you hadn’t opened your mouth as you sniffed again. “I should wash my face first...”

He bit down his bottom lip. “Take your time.”

You giddily walked into the bathroom, and as quickly as you had walked in you did out. For whatever reason, Jason waited for you.

He even smiled as you walked back toward him, finishing his tall glass just as you stood in front of him.

“I’m sure you were trying to be all smooth and I ruined it.”

“I was about to thank you. I’m a little sleep-deprived and thankfully you skipped the small talk.“

You giggled, resting your hands on his cheeks. “You’re a breath of fresh air.”

He placed his hand on the back of your head, softly smiling at you. “Likewise. Uh... may I kiss you now?”

You caressed his cheeks, tracing his facial structure. “Yeah, sorry.”

Instead of repeating that it was okay, Jason closed the gap between your mouths. You felt as though you were melting as his lips tentatively caressed yours.

His kiss tasted sweet with a lingering acidic tone. You weren’t sure as to what he had been drinking, but the taste only made you kiss him harder.

His free arm circled your middle as he opened his legs to bring you closer. Standing between his legs, you slid a hand to the back of his head and nipped on his bottom lip.

As your lips molded together and the two of you grew more comfortable, you let him pry your mouth open.

Soon, he was slamming you against his bedroom wall, devouring your lips as his hands wandered up and down your sides.

He made you whine as his grip on you tightened which only prompted him to kiss you harder and in response, you moaned.

On your lips, he panted, “If you keep making those sounds I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”

“Who said I wanted you to stop?”

You almost tripped with your own jacket as he walked you towards the bed. Jason picked the item and threw it to the other side of the room where his own had landed earlier.

Hovering over you, he went directly to kiss your neck. You didn’t know how he did it, but he found the perfect spot in seconds, making you whimper.

He hummed, pleased to know you were enjoying yourself. His fingers traced the space between your waist and hip, waiting for your permission to slide your t-shirt up.

You really wished you were wearing a matching pair of underwear and not a sports bra and a pair of white panties with colorful stars.

Knowing it was unavoidable, you placed your hands on his chest so he would kneel on the bed. He allowed you to sit up, watching you as you gripped the ends of your t-shirt and took it off.

He left a trail of kisses down your stomach, hands tracing your thighs. Tugging on a loop of your jeans, he asked for permission to take them off which you granted him.

As the button popped open and the zipper was lowered, you waited for a comment about your underwear that never came.

He made you lift your hips so he could discard the denim, eyes lingering on your crotch.

“Don’t laugh.”

Clearly amused, he said, “The little stars are cute.” Impatient, he pulled your panties down, dragging them down your legs and dropping them onto the floor.

You didn’t expect him to bury his face between your legs, hands drawing patterns over your hips and thighs as he feasted on you.

Panting as you recovered your breath, you followed his now naked form as he laid on the bed just next to you. After getting rid of your sports bra, you crawled towards him. His eyes mapped your every moment, and he licked his lips. With a ragged breath, he brought you over him.

Groping the back of your thighs, Jason searched for your mouth. His tongue shoved past your now bruised lips, pressing against yours.

Whimpering on his mouth as you felt his girth against your slit, you intentionally rolled your hips against his.

He stretched his arm and reached for a condom. You kneeled between his legs, watching his movements as he rolled the condom down his cock.

Gripping your waist, he pulled you onto his lap again. “Ride me,” he breathed out.

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The wail of your cellphone startled you awake. You were so comfortable that you let it ring, but whoever wanted to reach you insisted.

Grabbing for the phone, you sleepily hummed as you answered.

“Where are you?”

Your eyes widened as you heard your dad’s voice. Leaving the bed as silently as possible, you held the phone to your ear between your neck and your cheek while you slid your panties on.

“One second,” you whispered into the phone and placed it onto the bed in order to throw your t-shirt on.

Snatching the device, you slowly opened the door and walked toward Jason’s living room. “I’m not at my place right now,” you rasped.

“Oh, I know,” your dad mocked you. “I waited outside for half an hour.”

“I didn’t know you would be back so soon,” you defended yourself. Tilting your head, you made sure that Jason was still asleep. “Are you still there?”

Your dad snorted. “Of course not.” He then repeated his question, “Where are you?”

You saw Jason stir awake, rubbing an eye with his fist. As he turned to the side and observed the empty bed, you breathed in shakily. “With a friend.”

Your dad’s grunt was enough for you to understand that he didn’t believe you. He didn’t press on the subject anymore, though, he never did. “Let’s get dinner. It’s on me.”

“Yeah, yeah. That sounds good. Where?”

Jason approached you just as your dad gave you the specifics. He watched you with curiosity, both hands in his hair as he fixed his bed hair.

The line clicked on the other end and you immediately acknowledged Jason. “Sorry if I woke you up.”

“Are—“ He cleared his throat. “Are you leaving already?”

You fiddled with your phone as it laid between your hands. “Should I?”

Jason quickly answered, “No! I just thought...” He shook his head. “It’s stupid.”

“You can tell me.”

“I thought you had left without saying goodbye.”

You didn’t know what to say, you weren’t even sure if you would’ve said goodbye had he not waken up. There was something in his eyes that almost made you feel guilty, but you weren’t able to decipher what it was because he spoke again.

“Well, that and I, uh, last night I thought that this would be, uh, more than... you know, a one-time thing.” Seeing your surprised semblance, Jason cursed, “Fuck. I made it awkward, didn’t I?”

“No, no!” Putting your cellphone down onto the coffee table, you stepped closer to him. “Please, Jason, don’t worry. I just wasn’t expecting that.”

He gazed at you, waiting for a clear answer.

This was crazy, and it excited you after so many months in which you tried to find someone willing to at least try to stay.

“You made it better.” You slanted your head. “Easier.”

Hesitantly, he opened his arms. Surely, you snaked your arms around his waist. He wrapped his arms over your hips.

The two of you allowed silence to settle between you, to turn comfortable. And then made peace with it, you made peace with Jason’s breath and he made peace with your mindless swaying.

He traced the edge of your panties, huffing a laugh when you bashfully shook your head. “They’re still cute, I promise.”

“You sure are something.”

“A good something, I hope?”

Afraid of ruining the moment with your morning breath, you opted for kissing his cheek. His lips could wait. “An amazing something, I would say.”

[winterwolf0916]

Quarrel

Jason Todd x Reader

Requested by anon: hi could you write to jason todd x reader that they fight but don't realize their baby is there? Thanks for the reply:) Warning: Language, mentions of divorce, angst, & fluff A/n: Goodness! This is a sweet request and oooo here comes the fluff! *throws a massive cloud* Forgive me with the writing mistakes here 🤧  wrote it at 4 am my dudes. Happy New Years my dears! Word count: 2.6K

You know Jason is strong. He really is. But there are moments, moments where he can be so reckless in patrol to the point where he could’ve lost his life. It happens so often that you promised yourself to be patient in this. Reminding yourself that he has his family, the Outlaws, and you to help him out in his missions. But last night made your patience snap like a thread. You were worried more than ever about his well being.

What if he doesn’t arrive in the morning?

What if he dies and leaves you and your son? 

What if-

Countless and countless thoughts radiated in your mind causing your body to weigh as more and more doubts formed. The sight of him huffing and puffing as he entered his and your apartment bloodied and beaten. You knew you were going to say something. Anything. You were fine with it at first since the job came with this. But more nights like these compressed your patience like a boot on a bug. 

‘He shouldn’t patrol alone’ you thought. You should go with him to make sure he’s being cautious. But you couldn’t. You needed to take care of your child.

After patching him up and laying in bed in silence back to back, you heard the springs of the bed cry as Jason left the mattress to retrieve something while hissing as if he’s trying to ignore the pain. After a few minutes, you gave up trying to sleep off your uncertainty and decided to talk to him. The conversation went from small suggestions and corrections into bickering and confusion. 

You didn’t mean to overstep boundaries. He didn’t mean to make you worry. But how he hides his pain is what frustrates you. How he would joke about the bullet wound in his shoulder didn’t bother him when playing in the park with Y/c/n. How he would flinch when Y/c/n hugs him after a hard patrol. 

“You know how dangerous it is to go downtown alone!” You raised your voice. “You could’ve died again!” 

“But I didn’t! Why don’t you trust me?!” 

It repeated like this, going back and forth, for a solid 15 minutes. But in the moment, it felt like hours. Yelling and spitting out words that are not even meant. Pointing who’s to blame, cutting each other off, and wanting your haunted opinions to be heard. Caught up in the heated situation that you didn’t realize your 10-year-old witnessing it all in the hallway in his pajamas. 

What's going on here? 

Why are they yelling?

Don’t they love each other anymore?

Are...are they getting a divorce?

He’s seen arguments here and there but it's a different level now. It’s bigger. The picture playing of anger and hatred boiling from his parents. His two favorite people in the world, showing distaste in one another. 

As a child, he doesn’t know what’s going on other than the air filled with loathe by the source of his parents. As a child, he felt the need to hug his parents and ask them about the situation. As a child, he felt his eye sockets sting and his mind not functioning of what was happening in front of him. 

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You were making lunch for your son trying to calm yourself from the argument that occurred hours ago. The fight didn’t go so well that you and Jason agreed to give one another space after he drops Y/c/n off at the bus stop. 

Jason left the living room to wake up Y/c/n for breakfast, acting strong from the awful wounds he received this morning. What confused you was the sound of his footsteps quicken.

“Y/c/n?! This isn’t funny!” There was shuffling in the room before Jason returned to the kitchen. “He’s not in his room.”

You both searched the entire apartment from top to bottom before searching the entire building. Finding no trace of your son made you two imagine the worst. The worst-case scenario and the last thing you would ever expect. Y/c/n being kidnapped. 

Quickly changing into your suits and heading to the roof to discuss who is going to check what part of Gotham, you found your son sitting at the edge of the rooftop, his back facing you. As his head turned towards the sound of the door barged open, your heart broke and Jason caught his breath at the sight of your child in tears.

“What the-” He quickly wiped his tears in shock, “Mr. Red Hood and Mrs. Y/H/N? Here on my apartment building?”

“Oh crap uh-Don’t mind me, I’m just sitting here.” Y/C/N added, using the hem of his sleeve to wipe his tears, trying to hide his released emotion and pushing down the temptation to fanboy in front of his favorite heroes. Not knowing, they are his parents behind the masks.

“Hey kid, why are you crying?” Jason asked, taking a couple steps forward while you followed.

“It’s really silly.” He sniffled, not wanting to look back. “My parents fought.”

You and Jason paused in your steps, not believing what came out of his mouth. ‘He saw us?’

“Oh…” 

“I know! Pretty embarrassing to say this to you guys.” 

“Oh no no! It’s not embarrassing at all.” You said.

“It’s ok to tell the truth. I really need it from Gotham’s second-best couple.”

“Hate to ask this, but who’s the first best couple?” Your husband asked. You nudged him, giving the ‘really?’ look.

“My parents of course.” You and Jason melted at the spot from hearing how much your son looked up to his parents’ relationship. “But I guess not, after last night.”

His face fell and lowered his head in defeat after mumbling the last sentence. You and Jason glanced in each other's direction silently making a truce and putting aside your differences before taking a seat next to Y/c/n.

“Is it normal for parents to fight really hard? Please tell me. You guys are my number one from now on.”

“Honey, people argue every day. It helps us to grow as a person and learn about our partner’s troubles and what's important to them...”

“Even if it’s little things or big things or the harsh words we said, it doesn’t matter. We still love each other. We just step on the wrong foot sometimes.” 

“Tell me about it, I remember bucket head over here accidentally left the sink on in our apartment. And guess what happened?”

“What?” Your son’s eyes were filled with curiosity while Jason cringed at the memory.

“It flooded our entire kitchen and I scolded him for an hour before he cleaned everything.”

“How long did it take Mr. Red hood to clean everything?”

“Two hours.” Y/c/n snorted but immediately became serious when he remembered who’s the other vigilante sitting right next to him.

“In my defense, I had to fight off Ra's Al Ghul for two weeks straight.”

“And?”

“Aaand, I wasn’t at total fault here.”

“It would’ve been better to not even open the sink at all!” 

“I was tired, woman!” Then you heard your own son snickering before letting out a burst of warm laughter. The kind of laughter that made you smile while Jason gave a smirk.

“Wow-uh thanks. You guys really sound like my parents.” Jason opened his mouth to say something before you heard a hiss of a vehicle and the rumble of the engine fading in the distance. 

“THE BUS!” You screamed as you jumped and ran towards the corner of the edge, the vehicle traveling away.

Your son’s face went pale at the sight of his transportation turning a corner before disappearing the block. Mostly afraid of his parents giving him a lecture for missing the bus rather than attending class.

“Oh shit.” 

“Language.” Jason stated and pinched Y/C/N’s cheek as punishment for adding another curse word to the jar. 

“Well! It was great knowing you guys! Ah, I would really love an autograph. Especially from you Y/H/N.” 

“Me?”

“My dad has a fat crush on you, but don’t tell him that. He says it’s a secret between us men.” Surprised by the news, you glanced at your husband who then avoided your gaze and set his focus on a far off building, pretending he didn’t hear a thing.

Oh, he’s never going to hear the end of this from you. Your son quickly snatched his backpack that was resting by him and sprinted towards the door. As he opened the door to the stairs and was about to leave, he was lifted from the floor by his backpack, his legs still swinging as if he was running.

“Whoa there.” Jason placed your son down to his feet before gesturing between you two. “Why don’t we drop you off?”

“Really!?” Y/C/N’s eyes glittered with excitement that he’s going to receive the experience of traveling like a vigilante until a realization dawned on the boy. “But wait...I need my parent’s permission for that.”

“Don’t worry. All of the parents in Gotham trust us with their kids.”

“Wait really? You sure they won’t mind?”

“Crystal.”

“Yes! Ah, we gotta hurry. My bus might be a little far from here now.”

“Who said anything about taking you to the bus?”

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You and Jason were more than positive to never patrol in broad daylight unless it was an emergency. There are two reasons why. One, anyone can track you easily. Villains and crooks in Gotham don’t rest. Not only that, they have henchmen and machines that can detect vigilante activity which means a higher rate of danger to kidnap or take those who you interact with as hostage. 

Two, the nosy journalists trying to snap a picture and give an odd headline to the Gotham press. It wasn’t anything new. This happens occasionally without the masks. So the Batfamily wasn’t bothered much by it. But it is rather important to not make the headline. Depending on what is put, it would falter the trust and hope that civilians have in the heroes of Gotham. Also, they would interview those who interacted with the vigilantes therefore more problems would complicate. 

That’s when you both gave a conclusion of dropping off your son in an alleyway close by the school. As he was placed down from you, with wobbly legs and hair out of place, it took a load for you from fixing Y/c/n. But as a mother, you couldn’t help it. You bend down to his level and fix his hair and his shirt in place.

“There. All better.” You smiled at your bewildered son before pulling him in for a tight hug. “Have a great day, baby.” 

“You really act like my mom,” you pull away from him, “she’s always picky that I would look nice for school.” You resisted the urge to pinch his cheek from that comment. 

“I am not picky.” You stated with a serious tone and face.

“You are.” You heard your husband say.

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Not.”

“Are too.”

“You’re not helping, Red.” You motioned at your son who is internally debating to join the small argument or leave it between the two of you since you remind him so much of his parents. 

Your husband glanced at your son before winking at him, motioning that his wife is definitely picky. Y/c/n snickered before going silent as your focus landed on him.

“Ok, Y/c/n. Time for you to go to school.” Jason pats Y/c/n’s shoulder 

“But...But I don’t want to go.” He wrapped his arms around yours and Jason's legs.

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to face my parents when school is over. I’m really scared. What if they want to split up?”

“That won’t happen.” Jason’s tone was serious now.

“How do you know?” It was now Jason’s turn to crouch down to Y/c/n’s level, similar to what Y/c/n’s dad does.

“I’ll say this fast because you need to leave but if I were your dad, I would be an as-” You cleared your throat indicating to Jason to watch his vocabulary, “-idiot to even divorce your mom. Let alone to think of it. I love your mother so much to the point where I would still love her if she’d turn me into a frog. I would rather die again than to lose my family.”

“Wait, you died before-”

“Ah bap bap. Let me finish.” Y/c/n pouted.

“No fair.” Jason smiled under the helmet.

“I would also lose my precious kid. My partner in crime and a part of me. Even though we fought, big-time, I’d still love you and your mom. Relationships aren’t perfect. And neither are families. They’re rough around the edges but they’re still a part of us and we have our roles in them. And for your parents’ roles, they won’t split. I can assure that.” 

There it goes again. Y/c/n’s eyes expressing his emotion. He wasn’t sad at all. More as if he’s relieved and content for someone to tell him that all is well. Y/c/n immediately wrapped his arms around his father’s neck and hugged the living hell out of him. Jason didn’t hesitate to hug back his son. As the two parted, your husband stood back up in his usual height.

“Now, get in there. You don’t want your teachers waiting.” Jason ruffled your son’s hair before Y/c/n left out of the alley and stepped on the school grounds. 

As Y/c/n looked over his shoulder, he found the couple on a building waving him goodbye. He did the same and disappeared into the building. 

-----

The two of you returned to the apartment. It was silent for the most part since the you both agreed to ‘get some air’ when you found Y/c/n. But none of that occurred when you helped Jason inside through the fire escape. He was slowly stripping from his suit and placing his pajamas on with caution. Another hiss from him caused you to place your mask down and help him pull down his shirt.

“Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry.” It took you a second to process the meaning of the words. Did he apologize? Wait- He apologized?

“...What?”

“I’m sorry. I’ll talk with Bruce about patrol and-”

“No, I should be the one who’s sorry… You… You always worked alone and risked yourself to get missions done. I should’ve trusted you more that you can defend yourself and come home safely. It was my fault.”

“Don’t say that.”

“I’m just afraid. Afraid...That you’ll die and leave me and Y/c/n alone. Like how you passed away and left your family and I when we were in high school.” His eyes widened at your confession. “I know! I shouldn’t even worry because you’re so much stronger now. But damn you. Damn you, whenever you come home ripping my soul from my body by how you suffer from your injuries. I know we have schedules for patrolling and taking care of Y/c/n but I’ll stop complaining and overreacting-” 

You didn’t expect yourself to be in his arms, his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck, and your fired up spirit to be calmed by listening to the soothing beating of his heart. What a day. 

“I think we have enough stress for one morning.”

“...Agreed.” 

“I’ll talk with Bruce about patrols. In the meantime… let’s get some rest before Y/c/n comes back from school.”

“Alright…” Jason pulled away and was going to lead you to your shared bedroom before you stopped him. “I also have something else to say.”

“That is?”

“Well...more like an important question.” 

“Ok?”

"How long have you had a crush on me?”

~

[justcourttee]

Call It What You Want-One Shot Song Prompt

So, I recently saw @marimacaron​ post this song prompt fic for daminette and I absolutely loved it and knew I had to try and write it! I hope it’s close to what you imagined :)

Marinette’s eyes fell to the glittering rock on her left hand, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she hit post on her computer. Within seconds, hundreds of comments and likes flooded her Instagram from fans and friends alike, most wishing her well for her engagement, a few earning a chuckle at their distress that she was now ‘off the market’.

She reached forward to shut her laptop when one comment in particular caught her eye.

@alyabloglyfe: Why are you still vying for attention? We all know @queenlyla is engaged to Damian Wayne, I mean, why would he be interested in a liar and bully like you?

Already, twenty fans were fighting the girl’s comment, dissing Alya and defending Marinette’s honor, but it didn’t seem to help the punch to the gut she was experiencing. Her fingers lingered over the keyboard, the room seeming to blur around her.

All of a sudden, she felt fifteen again, trapped in her bedroom only being able to scroll through the hate mail that flooded her inbox from all of her former friends. She thought that begging her parents to allow her to pull out of school and switch to an online platform would deter them from attacking her so often, but it only made things worse as they became more confident and vile in their bullying as they could hide behind a screen.

Every night, Marinette would cry herself to sleep wondering what she did so wrong to deserve all of this until one day she decided it would be enough. She deleted all of her social media, even taking down her MDC commissions page, asking her clients to meet her in person or via phone call to schedule fittings and commissions. And it worked, at least for a little while, until they started to vandalize her parent’s bakery, breaking windows and spray painting signs, the cops never seeming to catch them.

Her fingers tapped out the first sentence of her response, her eyes absentmindedly glazed over as she wrote a paragraph, then two, all directed to Alya. She was about to hit send when she felt a pair of arms snake around her shoulders, warm breath tickling the back of her ears.

“How’d your fans take the news?” his deep voice felt like a lifeline as she slammed her laptop shut, blinking away the empty feeling Alya had brought.

He let out a low whistle as he unwinded himself, allowing her to stand up from the desk and fall into his outstretched arms.

“That good, huh?”

She forced out a dry laugh as she buried her face into his chest.

“Just a few people upset that I’m officially a taken woman.”

It was his turn to laugh as she pulled back, taking in the sight of his carefree face. It was always so beautiful, so much peace that he held, all reserved for her.

“Do you have any plans tonight? You know Richard will want to host an exaggerant engagement feast.” He rolled his eyes, but his smile gave him away. She knew he secretly loved being the center of attention, especially when it came to his family.

“I’ll make sure to have everything done by 5 today, promise.”

Ducking under his arms, she slung her purse over her head, making a beeline for the door.

“Do you need Alfred to escort you?” he called after her retreating figure but it was too late, she was gone.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Exiting the fabric store, Marinette made her way down Gotham’s winding streets, her head in another place as she tried to recall anything she could’ve missed.

“This is why you should’ve brought your list with you Marinette!” Tikki popped their head out of her purse, their arms crossed in a scolding manner.

“I would have Tikki, but you know how overprotective he is. He would’ve insisted I waited for Alfred to come down to the apartment to drive me and no offense to Alfred, but sometimes a girl just wants to be alone.”

Her pace slowed as a familiar landscape came into her sight.

“Oh wow Tikki, I haven’t been here in almost three years.” her voice trailed off as she scanned over the construction crew working on the new gymnasium.

“Gotham Academy! This is where you transferred to right?”

She didn’t answer the small God as she took a step forward, placing a hand on the elegant banisters leading up the school stairs. The fresh scent of cleaning supplies filled her nostrils as she closed her eyes, her mind falling back to the comment from earlier.

She was only sixteen when her parents allowed her to transfer. It was in both of their best interests as they couldn’t afford to keep repairing the bakery her former friends destroyed. She was a mere shell of a person when she entered those doors for the first time. She had already decided that she wasn’t going to make any friends this time around, after all, no friends meant no one to stab her in the back, as they all do eventually.

But then something strange happened. The student who was assigned to show her around for the first week was just as cold and calculated. His thorns were just as sharp as hers, neither opening up much to the other. She had planned for warm and inviting, the fake friends trying to pry her open, but she hadn’t planned for someone to hold her attention, someone as cold as her.

One week turned into two, and then a month passed and she dared to consider him her friend.

“Marinette? Marinette? Are you still in there?”

She slowly opened her eyes to a concerned kwami, Tikki’s small hands shaking her nose to the best of their ability.

“I’m fine Tikki, just a bit of reminiscing I suppose.”

Continuing again, Marinette soon found herself in front of her studio. The little bell rang through the place as ten heads popped up, all wearing bright smiles. Unique almost tackled her in a hug before the door had even closed.

“Marinette! We were so excited when you posted this morning! It was sooo hard keeping your relationship a secret when customers asked!”

Hannah and Brooke nodded in agreement as the girls all left their work stations to admire her ring.

“Can we help you design your wedding dress?” Hannah clasped her hands together, earning a chorus of please’s throughout the room.

Marinette chuckled as she brought the women into a big group hug.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now, enough small talk, let’s get down to business, anything new?”

It was as if someone switched a flip in the room, the girls jumping from excited to serious as they all handed in folders, giving her a brief of each new commission. It was going to be a long day of work, certainly. . . . . .  . . . . . . . . . . . . . Her keys jiggled in the apartment lock as she practically fell in, all of her energy drained.

“Damian? Do we have any coffee?”

She didn’t hear an answer as she reached for the cupboard, bringing down her favorite mug. Damian had given it to her a month into them dating. Her fingers absentmindedly reached to her neck where a small D sat on an elegant gold chain.

“I don’t understand Mari-san. You wearing his initial is a statement that he owns you. How is that romantic?”

She adjusted her phone to give Kagami a better look at the necklace, smiling softly as she held the D between two fingers.

“Because Kagami it’s not like that, I don’t wear it cause he ‘owns me’. I wear it because for the first time in a while, I really feel like someone really knows me, ya feel?”

“I do not ‘feel’ but if you are happy, then it is an acceptable gift, as is the coffee mug with the picture of you two.”

The whistle from the coffee machine drew her attention back to the present as Tikki flashed her a smile from where they sat on the Keurig.

“Thank you Tikki. I’m going to need this,” she held up her steaming mug, a tired smile flashing gratefully at the God.

Downing the cup, she placed it in the sink before pulling out her phone seeing three missed texts from Damian stating he would be home soon.

“Well Tikki, at least I’m not the one running late for once.” The two shared a small laugh before they headed towards her bedroom to get dressed for the night. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Damian squeezed her hand tightly as they made their way through Wayne Manner’s garden.

“There could be a small thousand here tonight, are you ready for that Mrs Wayne?”

His smile was blinding as her heart beat rapidly at the sound of him calling her by his last name.

“I most certainly am Mr. Wayne.”

As they rounded the corner to the back of the gardens, Marinette couldn’t help but laugh at the number of people Dick had invited. Loud cheers erupted from every inch of the yard causing her entire face to flash red.

“I might’ve underestimated, I’d say at least three thousand.”

He squeezed her hand once more before he was pulled off into the crowd. She smiled at the genuine fear crossing his face as people began berating him about children so soon.

“Well, well, well, a beautiful woman in distress. Please allow me to be your stand in to ward off the power hungry tonight.”

Jason slung his arm over her shoulders earning a laugh from the smaller girl.

“I am eternally grateful for your services Monsieur Todd.”

They chatted lightly as he led her back to where her future family all stood, all practically vibrating from excitement, even Bruce.

“Mari! I’m so excited! I really thought he was going to force me to hold this a secret for forever.”

Dick pulled her into a bone crushing hug, only pulling back when Barbara and Stephanie forced him to. They each took their turns expressing their excitement for the wedding, Tim even going as far as to say he never thought it would happen.

“What? We were all thinking it! Demon spawn? Happy and smiling all the time? It’s scary!” he shuddered sending another round of laughter throughout the group.

Marinette brought up her phone, snapping a picture, posting it immediately to her Insta.

@mdcdesigns: So excited to officially be a part of this family. (not that I haven’t considered them family for years now :))

She was about to slide her phone back into her purse when something caught her attention. Almost instantly, a private message from Alya sat in her inbox. She wanted to ignore it, but the curiosity was eating her up.

@alyabloglyfe: Soo what?You don’t post for months and all of a sudden you show up with a double post about a supposed engagement to Damian Wayne?

What is this?

A publicity stunt?

A desperate cry to try and hurt Lyla even after all these years?

I demand an answer ‘bestie’

Her heart beat clenched at the last message as she felt the tears trying to pool in her eyes. So many years had passed and Alya still believed her to be the liar and failure that Lila painted her out to be.

She wanted to respond to the messages, but she wasn’t even sure what to say. Her fingers lingered over her keyboard as she looked up, trying to collect her thoughts. Then she saw him. His calm smile, his shining green eyes, the love radiating from him all directed to her. His eyes met hers as he excused himself from the person he was talking to.

“Are you alright habibti?”

His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her into his side. It was as if everything faded away, the only thing she could see was him. Standing on her tiptoes, she gently placed a kiss on his cheek.

“I’m doing better than I ever was.”

He smiled, seemingly satisfied with her answer as she unlocked her phone once more, her fingers moving quickly across the keyboard.

@mdcdesigns: Alya, I don’t need this from you or Lila anymore. I have a world famous business, 1.3 million followers and fans, a loving new family and a fiance who loves me like I’m brand new despite the damage you put me through.

You don’t really want to know what I call this, because you’ll only distort it to fit your fantasy that Lila painted for you so you know what?

Call it what you want :)

She moved to the top of the screen, blocking her old friend without a second thought. After all, she had her new life and it had no room for the past to ruin that. Raising her glass, she leaned forward to clink it with the rest, a new sense of relief flowing through her.

“To Damian, for finally proposing before I had to.”

They all cheered to his mock protests as they brought their flutes to their lips, celebrating the next chapter in their lives, not a single worry filling the space, only love.

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@damianette-is-life @ash-amg @rebecarojas07

[wordsfromthesol]

Just A Facade (1/2)

Author: @wordsfromthesol Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Summary:  Dick is very confused that his brothers seem to all be getting along with you, and worse…wanting to help you. And wait…were you dating his brother?! Warnings:  Violence, getting shot, cursing Word Count: 2.2k Taglist: @zphilophobiaz @anousiemay @malfoys-demigod @pricetagofficial

“What do you mean we are working with Y/N?” Dick questioned his brother.

“It’s her case, she needs back-up.” Jason simply stated.

“She tried to kill me last week!”

“That sounds like a you problem.”

“I have no problem with her, what’s the case?” Tim chimed in.

“I’m glad you asked, replacement.” Tim rolled his eyes at Jason’s nickname. “But I’m going to let her explain it. Be here tomorrow, 10am.”

“She has not entrusted you with the information, has she?” Damian grunted out.

Jason swiftly punched him in the arm, “Shut up demon.”

“Did no one hear me?! She tried to kill me last week! Why are we helping her?” Dick attempted to plead his case once again.

“Can you really blame her though…” Jason reasoned as he turned to walk away, Tim and Damian following closely behind. Dick was left dumbfounded at the table.  

**

10 am rolled around quickly for boys that spent all night patrolling, but they all sat at the table holding back yawns when you sauntered through the door.

“Hello boys, good to see you all.” You sent a knowing smirk Dick’s way. Before any of them could reply you continued, “So here’s the deal. Kids have been going missing.” You slid a file over towards Tim. “I need you to find the pattern.” Your voice wavered on the last syllable. In one second your demeanor completely changed as you accidentally let the façade drip away. “They’re just kids and someone is taking them, but no one seems to care.” You closed your eyes, as you caught your mistake. Taking a breath, your persona slowly morphed back into that which you had carefully constructed. “They don’t have the same birthdays, none of them seem to be from the same socioeconomic class…I could list the differences for days. I found two things connecting them: one, they’re all 12 years old, two, their guardians don’t notice or simply don’t care.”

“Well, they all have different zodiac signs. Someone could be trying to collect them all.” Tim blurted out as he continued to scan the pages.

“I didn’t notice that…” your voice went somber. Maybe if I had, one less kid would be missing…You shook yourself back into character. “Guess that’s why I came here. Anyways, four kids have been taken so far. I circled the most likely locations where they went missing. I count four little birdies, so I was thinking you could each hit a scene. Find something I missed.”

“And that leaves you where?” Dick questioned your intentions.

“I’m going to stay here and review the file, that computer there has more resources than mine.” You stated blatantly while pointing at the large monitor across the room.

“You, stay in the cave, alone…I don’t think so.”

“Ask Alfred to come babysit then. I’ve been to those scenes a dozen times.” You sucked in a breath, attempting to hide your sorrow and frustration. “I’m more useful here.”

“Lighten up Dickie, she’s been alone here dozens of times.” Jason taunted his older brother as he gave him a quick jab to the side.

“SHE’S WHAT?!” This caused an eruption of laughter in everyone…except Dick.

“Come on Dick, we’ll have more luck while it’s light out. Let’s go.” Tim composed himself and tried to ease the situation. “We’ll let you know if we find anything.” Tim directed the words towards you as he turned to leave.

“Tt, when we find something.” Damian mumbled before following his brother.

Dick sighed as he realized he was outnumbered, “Fine, but I’m getting Alfred before I leave.”

“Whatever makes you feel better sunshine.”

**

The boys didn’t get back until nearly dark, and none of them had very good news.

“Look, Y/N/N, we all took pictures.” Tim sighed, not wanting to admit defeat just yet. “I’ll compare the scenes and hopefully something will pop up. We’ll get this…” Tim consoled you as he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah.” You took in a deep sigh, mentally reminding yourself to stay composed. “Do you still need this file?”

“No, take it. Remember to sleep though.”

You nodded walking over to table, where both the file, Damian, and Jason were sitting.

“I would be honored to pose as bait.”

A faint smile graced your lips, “Thanks Dami, but I’m afraid you don’t fit the bill. They’ve all been 12 years old, remember?”

“I can pass for 12!”

“I’m sure they go on more information than looks…but thanks.” You turned to leave but stopped as you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N, leave that here and take a break. When we do find these people, you need to be sharp.” Jason leaned in closer and whispered, “I can’t let you get hurt.”

“I’ll be fine, Jay. I’ve survived worse…”

“Heh, yeah. Guess so. Want me to walk you home?” Jason tried to mask the obvious concern in his voice.

“So you can just take the file as you leave?” You followed his cue and leaned in, whispering, “I think not my little Jaybird.”

Jason threw his hands up in defense, knowing you weren’t going to let this go. Dick waited for you to leave before he erupted.

“Are you all friends with her?! SHE TRIED TO KILL ME!”

“Did she really though?” Tim questioned his eldest brother, who just looked at him perplexed. “I mean…you’ve seen her fight, was she pulling her punches? Did she seem to move in slow motion? Did she stop as soon as whatever league members with her were gone?”

Dick’s mouth opened wide, as if to begin to answer, but he quickly shut it as his brows furrowed.

“She’s tried to kill me too…” Jason said with air quotes around the words.

“Same here” Tim chimed. Dick looked to Damian.

“Do not turn your gaze upon me, my mother would never allow the league to come after me.”

“I think there are other things at play that you don’t know about Dickie.” Jason tried to reason with his older brother as he turned to leave.

**

Dick still didn’t trust you, so a few hours later he made his way to your apartment. Crouching on a nearby ledge, he watched as you poured over documents scattered about the table before you. Suddenly you thrust your hands across the desk and collapsed to the floor. Is she crying? Now Dick was thoroughly confused, but his gazed was still fixed on you. After nearly a minute, you stood up and carefully began picking up the papers and photographs and placing them back on the desk. He watched as your head jerked towards the door, and as you stalked into the kitchen and reached for your gun. Seconds later the front door flew across the living room. As Dick swung towards you, he saw you place a bullet directly between the man’s eyes.

**

The crash of the window caused your focus to falter, however, you were relieved as you noticed the familiar black and blue costumed character glide across the floor and land at your side. Nodding at him you leapt over the kitchen counter and threw your body weight at the next assailant entering your apartment. His head rammed into the wall, knocking him out cold. You looked up and saw a gun pointed your direction. You quickly positioned the unconscious body between yourself and the gun. Unfortunately, this gun-for-hire didn’t care much for his coworker and shot directly through him. The bullet lodged itself in your stomach.

“Nightwing, give me some cover!” You screamed out and ran for the table, throwing as much as you could into a nearby backpack. Grabbing your phone, you took pictures of all the information that was plastered on your walls. You looked back to see Dick landing the final punch and called out again. “Window!” Before you had time to check that he heard you, or was behind you, you jumped.

Immediately you spread your arms and legs out in order to slow you down as much as possible. Part of you almost wished that you didn’t feel that arm wrap around your waist. You held back a pained scream as the hand fell directly over the fresh bullet wound. Dick turned to you as your feet hit the ground.

“Are you fucking crazy?!”

You only shrugged, “How many are left? Where’s your car?”

Even with the domino mask, you could tell Dick was glaring at you. “Three more were in the hallway. I noticed two vans, and an armed man at each exit. Motorcycle is three blocks down.”

“Alright, lead the way.”

As you walked through streets, you pulled one of the backpack straps loose and tied it tightly around your stomach. You could only hope the adrenaline was enough to get you to the cave. Just as you passed the first alley, an arm grabbed you and slammed you against the brick. Your arm reached up and wrapped around his neck as you kicked off from the wall. His body collided with the adjacent wall, as he struggled to free himself from your grasp. Soon you felt his body go heavy in your arms and you laid him to the ground just as two more assailants rounded the corner. You lunged at the closest one, while Nightwing came up behind and kicked the other’s legs from under him. Suddenly you began hearing gunfire ring through the air. Before you could get to the ground another bullet pierced your side, a mere inch away from the first. Thankfully, Nightwing quickly disarmed the man shooting blindly around the corner.

As the two of you rounded the corner you tossed your backpack to Dick. “Make sure Tim gets this. It could be helpful.” You could feel the pain burning through your whole body, the initial shock worn off. Dick looked at you, confused, but took the backpack anyways. The two of you made it to the motorcycle without any more fighting, but you looked at it wondering how you were going to hold on. You still don’t even know how you made it.

Walking into the cave you ignored the boys who quickly began to pour over the new information that Dick scattered across the table. You headed straight to the medical station, which thankfully Alfred had neatly organized. You quickly found what you needed and set up a table near the hospital bed.

You began cutting through your shirt but stopped short of the backpack strap as you noticed black spots creeping up in your vision. “Fuck.” Blinking rapidly to push them back, you threw your hand out, searching for the tweezers on the table. Your hand hit the tray instead, you winced at the sound of the metal clashing with the floor. Soon, all eyes were on you.

“Y/N? What the fuck? Are you hit?” Jason words rung through your head as he raced to your side.

“I got it…” You swung your legs over the side of the bed, in a sad attempt to recollect the tools on the ground. Jason steadfastly pushed you back into place.

“No you don’t. Stay. Please.” His head whipped around towards his brother, “I know you don’t like her…but really?” The disdain rose up in Jason’s voice before his attention turned back to you.

Dick’s head fell, “I didn’t know.” He whimpered before heading back near the computer to help Tim.

Jason made quick work of the wound, “Alright doll…I know it’s not the prettiest, but you’re all set.”

“Uhm…Jay…” Your eyes blinking heavily, you reached for the scissors in his hand. Reluctantly, he let you have them. You cut away the strap revealing another wound.

“Dammit Y/N!” Jason screamed a little too loudly, his eyes filled with worry. Dick rushed to his side.

“What happened?!” He was already thinking the worst.

“Nothing pretty boy. I just need more supplies.” Jason pushed passed his brother. “She was hit twice, apparently.”

“Twice? How did I not…” Dick mouthed under his breath. “Is that the backpack strap?” He began to question you. “When were you hit?!”

“Uhm…first at the apartment.” You winced as Jason dug into your skin with the tweezers. “The damn bullet went right through him.” A faint smile graced your lips. “Not fair…” you mumbled. “Second one got lucky.” Your voice grew more brittle. “Shooting blind…”

“I gave her some morphine. She’s probably going to be out of it for awhile.” Jason said without looking up from his work.

“I didn’t know, Jay.”

“Somehow, I don’t know if that’s better.” Jason chided as he pulled the final stitch through the wound.

“Awe, come on Jaybird. You can’t be mad at that cute face.” Your head moved upwards motioning in Dick’s direction, the morphine taking hold.

“Looks pretty punchable to me.”

“Don’t worry,” you brought your hands up to cradle his face, “yours is still so much cuter.”

Dick’s face dropped, “Wait…are you two –”

His words were cut off as Jason quickly shut down the conversation. “Doll, I think it’s time for you to get some rest.”

You pursed your lips, “But I’m not tired.”

“I think you are.” Jason quickly scooped you into his arms and practically ran up the stairs, headed towards his old room.

[anothertimdrakestan]

How DARE You Go And Die On Me???  - Jason Todd x Reader Soulmate AU -

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“Jason Todd x reader soulmate AU pleasssse where when you touch them with skin for the first time there’s sparkly lights that only you and your soulmate see or something and you feel really warm and your soulmate glows or something? Thank you ❤️”

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Soulmates were a sore subject for you. At a young age you glowed bright red, and it was the most crushing moment of your life. Soulmate glows only occurred when you touched your soulmate for the first time or when they died. Knowing this meant you would never meet your person was hard, but you hoped maybe you’d be one of the lucky ones who got a new soulmate, seeing as you were so young. But years later nothing had happened even though you stayed hopeful. Unlike so many who go off the rails once they realize there’s no one for them, you dedicated your life to researching soulmates, and it was incredibly fulfilling. As a high school intern working under a group of molecular biochemists, world renowned computer scientists, and psychiatrists you were worked towards creating a drug that made you glow in your soulmate color, it would make finding soulmates much easier and from there you could maybe make a sensor and go international with your research. Who wouldn’t want a drug that finds the person you’re meant to be with?

You’d been tracking soulmates to see if there’s any tell before they find out they are soulmates besides the glowing. It was painful to watch thousands find their life long partner but part of you hoped that by finishing this research you would be able to figure out if your soulmate was really gone, or get filthy rich trying. As just a teenager you planned on working for the company for the rest of your life, staying involved as you pursue your degree then returning, this project was growing up with you. 

As far as you knew, soulmates were drawn together. That was the only explanation as to why so many people in your tests were soulmates. There was something almost magnetic about finding your other half, and you were convinced it was chartable. There was a scientific explanation for everything. 

Finally the drug was ready, after months of blind trials and high highs and low lows it was time for the first wave of real life test runs. Grouping a couple thousand eager participants together, your team split into groups. Taking each participant into a room you gave them the drug and filled the color they glowed, and if anyone matched you’d bring them together. Of course all the interns on your team wanted to try too. 

Stepping up you couldn’t hold in excitement. Since you were only newly a teenager you hoped your soulmate color would be cool. You’d seen some amazing colors and meetings all throughout the day. It couldn’t get more exciting.

Stepping up, you took the drug and waited. 

And waited.

And waited.

But you didn’t glow. “Hey uh Y/N you did say you glowed when you were little right? Sorry to break it to yah kid but yours is gone, we’ve got a couple hundred more tests why don’t yah go home?” a voice came over the intercom, and your heart sunk. Sure some people didn’t glow either, and they all had flashed at some point. Your hope was clearly misplaced. And with a broken soul, quite literally, you went home.

Years later you’d kept with the team. The drug was almost ready to be released officially, and the public was beyond excited. You were 25 now, a huge public face for the soulmate finder, you’d stuck with the program and it had made you practically famous. Doing PR you’d brought the drug on talk shows, finding strangers their soulmate on live TV, you made special appearances to celebrities to find and log their soulmate color. Everyone that took your test had their specific color logged in a huge database, so when you tested if your perfect color matched somewhere your soulmate would get alerted. It was perfection.

Tonight you were going on television to do another round of soulmate finding with a late night host. Nothing new.

“And please welcome, Cupid Herself, Y/N!” The crowd was always full wherever you went, everyone wanted a chance at love as soon as possible. “Now I’m very sorry to disappoint the crowd but we’re bringing out some celebrities who’ve requested a chance at love... I bring you THE WAYNES!” You were a little shocked, you probably should’ve read the brief but no difference, you had enough for about ten people. Standing up you shook Bruce Wayne’s hand, moving onto the chair at the side while Bruce and three of his children walked in. “Hello! Mr. Grayson, Todd, and Ms. Brown right?” the host greeted the three and shook Bruce’s hand, no need for his introduction. 

“These three couldn’t pass up on the opportunity. As you know Mr. Drake-Wayne has found his soulmate and now husband so we couldn’t bring him! And my son Damian was erm- busy.” You saw Jason Todd snort, slightly taken aback by his actions on live television. “Can I just say, I am super excited to be here! It’s a huge honor Ms. Y/L/N this is too cool!” Stephanie got up, giving you a quick hug, you smiled, happy that she was so kind. 

“Well lets get this show on the road! I’m sure millions want to know if any of the Wayne’s are their soulmate!” the host waggled an eyebrow as the crowd cooed. This was basically a chance at the lottery, a Wayne was a ticket to riches for life. Taking the lead you gave your pitch about the drug, taking consent before grabbing a serving for four. Walking up you handed a glass to each boy, finishing with Bruce, but he refused. “Oh no, I don’t want to know” he said softly. The crowd booed, and in a bit of a panic the host said “well then how about the lovely Y/N takes a drink? We all want to know if the creator has a soulmate!” you politely told him and the crowd you’d tried before, but there was no light, explaining how you lost is when you were younger. As you saw the crowd looking upset you decided it was better than nothing.

“How about I try it guys! Maybe something’s changed - find out live here on Late Night!” you pitched into the camera and the host nodded, cutting to an ad-break.

“Does this shit actually work?” Jason turned to you, swirling the liquid around cautiously. “Yes! We’ve been error free for five years!” you said proudly, this was your life's work after all. “And we’re back! How ‘bout we get this show on the road! Grayson you first?” 

With a shrug Dick threw the little up back, and in a few seconds a cerulean blue glowed around him. The crowd oohed and ahhed as Dick smiled. “Any matches?” He looked to you. Glancing over at your guy who had snapped the exact color he shook his head. “Not yet! Dick Grayson-Wayne’s soulmate is still out there!” the crowd rumbled in excitement, everyone wanted a test now.

“Ms. Brown! Care to drink?” Stephanie drank eagerly, and quickly shone a deep royal purple and the crowd cheered. “No match!” you let everyone know and there was another cheer.

“Mr. Todd, you next?” Jason didn’t waste a moment, drinking the liquid he shone the brightest red you’d seen in a while. For a moment it reminded you of your red all those years ago. Looking over it was another no, and the crowd was almost losing it, many girls in the audience begged for a drink to see if they were his lover. 

“And lastly Ms. Y/N! Ready to see the creator try her own drug?!” You corrected him, taking a moment to shout out all the amazing scientists, interns, and volunteers you’d worked with over the years. The crowd cut you off, chanting “DRINK DRINK DRINK” urging you to throw the cup back, the liquid tasted way better than the last time you’d tried it in the trial run. You help out your hand to show the lack of coloration and the audience sighed. Smiling sweetly you began to talk about the drop date.

“Thank you all so much! I’m so excited to release this with my team in just a month. I’d like to once again thank my tea-” you heard a shriek “OH MY GOD THAT’S JASON’S COLOR!!!” and the audience lost it. Confused you saw Jason’s jaw drop, and you looked at your hands that now radiated the same deep red from all those years ago. 

“UM WE’LL BE RIGHT BACK!” the host shouted over the chaos. You immediately got up, rushing to the color scanner. “Holy shit Y/N it’s really Jason’s color.” he confirmed your suspicions and without thinking you sprinted back up to the sofa. Connecting your hand to Jason’s cheek the two of you began glowing the same color. Locking eyes with Jason, you couldn’t help but start crying. The aura radiated between the two of you and Jason pulled you into his chest. 

The camera came on after the 20 second impromptu break. And what they saw made the news that night. “JASON TODD FOUND SOULMATE LIVE ON LATE NIGHT” “CAMERAS TURN ON AND JASON IS HOLDING HIS GIRL - TOO CUTE! CLICK FOR PICS” “JASON TODD CUFFED! SEE THE PICS HERE!” In just the few seconds before they could cut the cameras, millions of viewers saw Jason holding you, the bright red shining around the two of you while you clung to him. And the pictures were everywhere. Pulling you off stage you couldn’t wrap your mind around what had just happened. 

“My- my soulmate died years ago. When I was a kid I took the drug and didn’t shine! This doesn’t make any sense!” you looked up a Jason and practically saw a lightbulb go off. “Well um, were you around 13 when your soulmate died? [ you nodded ] And you were about 14-15 when you tried the drug? [ again he was right ] Okay well long story I died and came back to life. And you must’ve tested when I was still gone” he finished and you almost passed out. “YOU DIED?” you screeched. And he clamped a hand over your mouth. 

“Shh princess that’s valuable knowledge for family and soulmates only” it was slowly starting to register that you were in fact his soulmate. “Soulmates” you whispered, leaning in to hug him again. “Soulmates.” he confirmed. 

“God I have never seen Jaybird this sappy in my life, you might be magical” Dick came up to you, shaking your hand and pulling you in for a hug. “You got a good soulmate Jay. By the way, can I have a couple servings early I’ve got a bet with Timbers that Damian’s soulmate is Jon and I need some soulmate help for myself?” you rolled your eyes and Jason tugged you back to his side. “Back off Grayson she doesn’t even know you!” 

“A little protective already Jay? Poor Y/N get used to this sweetheart” Dick winked at you and you felt Jason tighten his grip around your waist. Dick backed off and Stephanie bounded up to you. “Oh my god Tim’s gonna die he’d totally wanna be here! Plus I bet Bruce is gonna have to do all sorts of interviews now hahaha. How are you doing girl? This is a lot! Welcome to the Waynes!” she said, pulling you in for another tight hug, and the seriousness of finding your soulmate hit you. “Oh my god I’m gonna have to do so much press. How did I not think of this. What are the odds oh no this is gonna be a shitstorm fuck fuck fuck” Jason interrupted you by squeezing your hand. “Uh I really hate press too, I mean Bruce owes me patrol for like a week for just tonight but, if you like, need me for something I can go... does that help?” he looked lost, but it was clear that he wanted to help, and it was adorable. 

“I would like that. And it’s late. I’m exhausted. Maybe we can meet up tomorrow somewhere private? We’re gonna get stalked so maybe you can come over to my place?” you realized you just had to take it step by step, and finding a soulmate was the best first step ever. “Yeah, that seems easier.” Jason sighed, and the two of you exchanged numbers.

“By the way, what does patrol mean? And does the color red mean anything to you cuz it doesn’t to me and usually the color means something but it could not?” You saw Jason’s eyes widen.

“Erm, I’ll tell you tomorrow. It’s another one of those ‘family and soulmates only’ facts. If that’s okay?” you nodded, just happy to have a soulmate.

“Of course Jason, but just know I’m gonna give you a hard time for going and dying on me. Idiot” you stuck your tongue out as he winked.

“Only to make a perfect love story for you princess” and you groaned, but he wasn’t wrong. This one truly one for the books. 

[redhoodieone]

Destroyed by Each Other

A/N: Hi everyone! This fic isn’t new, but the link to this story isn’t working so I’m posting it again. Hope you enjoy it again!

Warning: Unprotected sex, Oral sex, birth control, condom talk, language, and happy ending!

 It’s happening so quick. Before I can even say a word, Jason’s head is already lowered down, and his mouth contacts my overly-sensitive pussy. He licks an agonizingly slow lick up my slit and to my clit. “Oh! Fuck!” I cry out. The touch of his tongue is wonderful. I can hear him smirk and repeat the same actions. But it’s torturing me more and more. I reach out to tug on his dark hair; and gain some stability because I know I’ll be falling apart soon. “Fuck Y/N...you taste so fucking good. I think I wanna stay here and eat you all day long,” Jason moans against me. The vibrations send heat throughout my body. He begins to suck my clit gently and then furiously. The long torturous circular licks around my clit has me whining beneath him. His patterns, techniques, and patience prove how much this means to him. How in the fucking world can Jason Todd be the master of eating pussy? I’ve never felt this way during oral sex. Maybe my ex-boyfriend’s never knew what to do and never took in consideration how to build me up, and instead just fuck me without giving me an orgasm first. Jason Todd is the perfect fucking gentleman. It’s like he knew what my body was dying for. He knew the sensitive spots and knew how to work me up instead of just ramming fingers and fists inside me. Jason moves away for a second to quickly kiss to my thigh. I whine and try to grip the tile beneath me. He returns to my clit and licks it slowly but runs his tongue faster now and looks up at me to see my face flushed and sweaty. My moans must be boosting his self-esteem. He chuckles when I try to move my hips against his mouth. I need more now!  

Jason becomes protective in a sense to hold me, but since he’s eating me out, he uses his hands to hold my legs down, but one hand continues to rub my thigh.

I’m gasping and whimpering pathetically, Jason has me under his spell. One of my hands is holding myself up in a sitting position, while the other is pulling Jason’s hair. My hips move against his mouth, I need more constant friction and touching.

A long finger enters me.

“Jason! Oh my God!” I pant, as he moves it inside and out of me. It’s not enough. “I need more! Please!”

Jason glances up at me. His mouth is wet from my arousal, but the shit-eating grin is there again. “What’s that doll? You want more than that? How about this instead?”

Another finger, and the curling motion to rub against that sensitive but perfect spot has me a moaning and gasping mess. My body feels like I’m on fire, and I’m only going to keep burning and burning until the last spark.

“Oh fuck, Y/N. You’re so fucking beautiful. I wanna see you cum so bad. I wanna taste your cum. And to think it’s all because of me would make it so fucking delicious,” Jason pants. His fingers continue working their magic inside me; stroking my g-spot, as his thumb rubs relentlessly against my clit.

It’s all too much. The overwhelming pleasure has me gasping for air, and tears are running down my reddish cheeks. I remove my hand from his hair and reach out to move him up to where I’m sitting.

Jason’s eyes are focused on me. The pupils are dilated to where the blueish, gray eyes are vanishing for a moment. His mouth is parted, and he’s breathing heavily too.

Instinct takes over. I grab Jason’s face to kiss him. The second our lips touch, an electric spark shoots from my toes and to my stomach. I can taste myself on him, which triggers another moan from me. Our tongues are battling for dominance, he wins as usual and licks and searches throughout my mouth until I’m whimpering for more.

And then I clench and unclench around his fingers; gushing all over his fingers as the dam has been broken. I break away from his mouth and scream, the searing pleasure has me gasping for air.

Jason quickly moves back down and licks up my juices. Moaning and savoring the taste he helped me make shows me what kind of man he really is.

It’s like Jason Todd takes pleasure in making girls cum that he might actually get off on just that.

He raises his head back up and licks around his lips. I stare at him and wonder what’s in those mischievous eyes.

“Holy fuck, doll. That was fucking hot, wasn’t it? And better yet, there’s still more.”

I shake my head no. I don’t think my pussy can handle more. The thought of more pleasure makes my thighs clench to shield my pussy. “No, I don’t think so, Jason. I-I don’t think I can do anything else.”

“Oh, come on baby girl. I need a release too! And since I made you cum, I think I deserve to cum as well, right?” Jason practically whines. He frees his thick cock from his boxers, and hastily parts my legs. He rubs the tip against my juices for lubricant. “And besides, I don’t think I’ll last much longer considering your orgasm was like foreplay for me. Just seeing you moaning and cumming on my fingers is enough to bring me on the edge. I don’t think this’ll be very long.”

With one more kiss from Jason, he thrusts himself into me; stretching me to the point where it hurt a bit but was pleasurable enough to want him more. He begins to thrust slowly and deeply, before my nails on his shoulders and chest scratch him to pick up the pace.

The sounds of skin on skin slapping is loud; I immediately wonder if Bruce and Dick can hear us. Dick must have already heard me during oral sex, and I wonder why if he’s still out there and listening to us.

It’s as if Jason knew I was thinking about Bruce and Dick. He snarls and slams his cock deeper and harder into me. I release a long overdue moan and scratch his back once more. He then lifts me up a bit, to the point where he’s holding me up and fucking me upwards to where he can hit that spot he knows so well.

“There...I-I found it...How many fuckers can say that when they’re fucking you, Y/N?” Jason pants, breathing heavily from his nose. He’s struggling to speak, but he wants to do much.

“N-not many!” I choke out. Jason’s cock is deliciously rubbing hard against the spot, and I know I’ll be coming undone any second.

“Good! Because this spot is MINE! Only I can find it and make you cum! You’re my cum queen now, Y/N!”

And Jason isn’t even quiet during sex; he’s very vocal. He often drops his head beside mine to groan loudly. Between our panting bodies, his hand slips down and rubs my clit hastily to get me to the edge where he’s waiting for release.

But Jason is still that guy who needs reassurance; who needs compliments because the guy has never been praised for much in his life.

“Oh Y/N. You’re so fucking good! You’re taking my cock so well in that beautiful pussy of yours. P-please tell me I’m good, too. P-please tell me I’m fucking you good, too,” Jason pleads, the look in his eyes breaks my heart.

“Y-you’re fucking me so good, Jason! You’re doing so good! I-I need more of your cock!” I shout uncontrollably.

Jason smiles sweetly. He kisses me harder which shows the confidence is back, and his thrusts are deeper, faster, and harder now.

I kiss him back harshly. Our lips must be red and chapped from sucking and biting each other’s moans. I bite his bottom lip once more, and I gasp into his mouth. My pussy clenches and unclenches around Jason’s, and my juices soak his cock.

“Fuck! Y/N! I’m fucking you so good! I’m gonna cum in you!” Jason groans loudly. His thrusts are getting sloppy.

“Jason, don’t cum in me! Pull out!” I warn him.

Jason thrusts a few more times, and then he shuts his eyes. His mouth is open, and he chokes back on his gasps. His orgasm must have been strong, and it takes a moment for him to open his eyes and breathe again.

He pulls his cock out, and he grimaced. “Oops.”

“J-Jason! Did you cum inside me?” I demand.

“Yeah...but you’re kinda ruining the sexy sex glow. It was hot, wasn’t it?” Jason breathes out.

“But you came inside me! Why? Why would you do that, Jason? It’s not exactly safe!”

“Yeah, but you’re on the pill, right?”

“Yes, but it doesn’t matter! It’s not a hundred percent effective! Oh my God! Do you do this with your other girlfriends?” I panic. Pushing him far away from me, I begin to get dressed, despite my legs shaking and my breathing uneven. I’ll have to tell Bruce. He’ll know what to do.

Jason quickly gets dressed and stops me from walking around him. “Look, I-I know what I did was stupid, but I don’t go around fucking girls without protection. I don’t trust any of them, and I’m obviously clean. So, you don’t have to worry about me giving you STD’s and shit,” he explains worriedly.

“I know you’re clean! I didn’t think you were a manwhore or anything. I just hope I don’t get pregnant because of one unprotected fucking!” I cry out.

“You let Bruce pull out. Isn’t pulling out just as dangerous as me cumming inside you?” Jason argues back.

I frown. I’m being a hypocrite. Jason’s right. Maybe I should be more careful and have better judgment. But truth be told, I don’t think I really regret anything.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s just...well, you can go ahead and call me a whore too, but all I want is to have fun. I don’t want to settle down, have kids, and do the whole ‘family thing’ yet. After everything that has happened, I just...want to have fun and not worry. So, I guess in a way I’m only looking for sex and nothing serious right now,” I confess. I hope Jason goes easy on me and my confession.

Jason’s tall as fuck, he towers over me to where I must look up at him. He sighs, and then smiles at me.

“I get it. It doesn’t make you a whore unless you just fuck one person from now on. So, I guess you have to pick someone and just stick with them until you figure yourself out. The question is...” Jason says, before he tilts his head to the side. “Is it me?”

Before I can say anything, Tim and Damian come into the kitchen. The smell of sex is still strong and evident, and the paper towel with Bruce’s cum is still on the counter (which I believed I threw it away earlier, but I guess I never did). They raise their eyebrows at us, before Tim clears his throat.

“Wow, kitchen’s crowded. So, um...we’re going to leave now and see you guys soon,” Tim says anxiously before he turns away first to leave.

Damian raises an eyebrow at me. “Don’t even think Drake and I are next for your sexually active sessions, sister. If I had to support one of them for your sexual activities, choose the one man who really makes you feel special and worth it. But believe me when I say I’m just shocked and relieved you didn’t resort to male prostitution for your strong urges. Carry on then.”

With Damian gone, I exhale. Maybe it had been too long since I’ve been intimate and loved. And even though I’m not biologically related to anyone here, it just makes it more difficult to understand how I feel.

Never once has any guy here used me and thrown me to the side.

Never once has any guy here ignored me and abandoned me when I needed him the most.

Never once has any guy here made me feel unloved and alone.

I’m drowning in these thoughts when I barely notice Jason has been staring at me the whole time.

I wonder why he’s even staring at me. We just fucked, so shouldn’t he be off bragging about it to Bruce and Dick?

Because even now, I don’t know what he wants from me. I don’t even know what I want.

It’s as if he’s read my mind again. Jason wraps his arms around me and brings me into a bear hug I’ve seen and heard so much about. With a kiss on the forehead, he lowers his head to where our foreheads almost touch.

“Stop thinking so negative, Y/N. I really like you, and I’m not going to stop anytime soon.”

“We just had sex. So, shouldn’t we be done with each other?” I ask curiously.

Jason manages to look down at me. He frowns. “Why would we be done with each other? What we had was the most fucking hottest sex ever, and you don’t want me now?”

“I didn’t say I didn’t want you. I just figured you wouldn’t want me now after you’ve had your taste and fun,” I defend myself.

Jason looks destroyed. Pained, heartbroken, and rejected. The natural glow of happiness in his smile and eyes are gone. He releases me and takes a step backwards away from me.

“So...that’s what this is all about. You think I would just use you for sex, Y/N? You think Bruce and Dick are better than me, and would want you after a good fucking? Bruce and Dick may be more emotionally stable than me and have their shit figured out but look who’s still here after the good fucking! I’m the only one here, doll!” Jason snaps. He raises his voice and his fists are clenched at his sides, but I know that he wouldn’t hurt me. “What do I have to do for you to believe in me and see that maybe I’m worth it, too?!”

“You made Dick leave,” I point out.

“If he was man enough, he would have taken me out of the kitchen instead of just leaving you here!”

I feel like total shit. Maybe I shouldn’t have said what I said. Maybe Jason has grown up since I’ve known him. “I-I’m sorry...Jason. I just...well, I can’t make excuses for what I’ve said and done, but maybe I have shit I have to work on, as well. I really need to work on self-esteem issues and having more faith in those I love. I guess I’m not exactly on Bruce and Dick’s level.”

Jason sighs, and then looks back down at me. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I guess we’re more alike than what we thought.”

“I guess so,” I agree.

“Let’s just...start over. Can we?” he asks softly. Looking at me with hope in his beautiful and strong eyes.

“I don’t think I can have any more sex today, Jason.”

He laughs hard. “I was thinking of maybe getting food or something, and then just sit and talk,” Jason suggests. “That sounds much better,” I accept excitedly. “But I should probably point out, I can’t exactly walk right now.” Jason smirks, and throws me over his shoulder. With one slap on my ass, he walks us to the front door. “Then that means I did my job well.”

“That you did!” I approve. “You’re one lucky girl, Y/N.” “You’re one lucky son of a bitch, Jason.” “I am, but just remember, Y/N: you’re mine from now on. No more fucking other guys.” “Same to you, Jaybird. I mean, other girls though.” I laugh and receive another spanking from Jason.

[officialwittek]

pt. 4

*gif is not mine* 

word count: 2,101

Ever since my little conversation with the girls I haven’t been able to really be myself around Jeff. Now I notice the side glances, the lingering touches on my thigh, the way his breath hitches when I get pushed a little too close to him at parties, and everything else I haven’t noticed before. My friends were adamant that he liked me back but I couldn’t see it. Slowly I distanced myself from them, for one my manager thought it would be a good idea to release some new music soon so I was extra busy and I can’t really be around my friends without feeling like my heart is going to explode. Of course they started noticing and not a day went by where I didn’t get texts from at least three of them asking where I was and why I stopped coming around. Even Jason and Josh dropped my apartment to make sure I was still alive.

Three weeks have gone by since my sleepover with Jeff. We still talk but not as much as before. Carly and Natalie were constantly calling and texting and I truly felt bad, but it would seem like such a bullshit excuse to say it’s because of my crush on Jeff.

“Sage, this is... this is real good work. I’m thinking we finish it up, and be set to release it in two weeks” James, my manager, said listening to to the final of three of the songs

“Thanks dad, I think today we’re recording the last song. I’ll email you our final version by the end of the day” I reply, he ruffles my hair and nods, leaving for another meeting while the producer and I talk about the last track

We record for about four hours, fine tuning every last detail. After the two of us finally felt good about it we sent the file to James who also gave the approval. We sent it in the the higher ups who also gave us the ok. All the promotional pictures were finished, we had an album cover chosen, now to put it all together and make this my first serious piece of art. After the long morning I decided to head straight to my apartment. I wasn’t particularly hungry anyways. I parked my car and took the elevator up to my apartment.  

I noticed shushing and brushed it off, thinking it was just Carly and Erin messing around. I unlock the door and see all of my friends crammed into this fairly small apartment. No one had their cameras out and they all had their arms crossed I sighed and put my things down before shutting the door.

“Before you even say anything. No I’m not on drugs, I don’t hate anyone, and I actually have been working on my music. My first EP is coming out in a few weeks” I explain, their faces relax and Carly walks up to me

“Don’t you ever try to ghost us like that again. We hated it” She said, wrapping her slender arms around my shoulders and I nodded, our friends came around and we all had a sweet group hug

“Well a congratulations are in order. I think we should celebrate tonight” David says, laughing loudly

“Fine, I’m stealing a Red Bull from your fridge though” I say, we all go downstairs and I finally notice some of their cars parked there

We all head to David’s house and I grab a Red Bull. We all sit in the living room. Filming dumb bits and getting ready for tonight. David wanted to throw it at his house since he wanted to keep it relatively small. Natalie, Carly, and Erin went to stock up for the night, asking me about all my favorite things. It took about an hour and a half for them to come back. Everyone helped get things from Nat‘s car and set up. We were finally ready and decided to start drinking before everyone got here.

“May Ilya and Zane stay away from the hospital. Amen” I yell, all of them cheering in response as we take our shots

After a few rounds of shots I was already pretty tipsy. I sat down at the couch, answering a few congratulatory texts from others. I talked to a few of our friends here and there. Jeff was nowhere to be found. I frowned a bit, but who can blame him? After all, I’m the one who made the decision to not talk to him.

“Do you think we could get a sneak peak?” Jason asks, taking a set next to me but I shake my head

“I want to keep it a complete surprise. Plus I’ve been thinking about having a release party and showing everyone there” I said, Jason actually thought that was a much better idea than just playing it

We made small talk here and there, apparently Wyatt has been dying to see my new studio. I loved Jason’s kids like they were my own family, especially since Wyatt and I have such a love for music.

“I’d love to have Wyatt at the studio. He can even record some things if he wants to. I know how to produce as well” I said, Jason damn near cried at the suggestion and we set a date

“Someone looks a little sober” Zane yells from behind us, I laugh and allow him to take me to the kitchen where the others were taking shots or making their best interpretations of different cocktails

After sampling everyone’s horrible attempt at a blackberry mojito it’s safe to say I was one shot away from exiting the physical realm. Especially since Zane decided it was appropriate to just dump nearly an entire bottle of rum in the drink. After a few minutes Todd headed to the door and let someone in. I heard the familiar accent and my heart dropped to my stomach. Jeff is here.

To be fair, I’m probably the only one who really cares that much, especially since I’m drunk as hell and I have a crush on the dude. I try to run and hide in a corner but there’s a lot more people now. I finally see an opening and head straight for the backyard. Thankfully no one noticed because Zane was too busy doing something extremely dangerous. I sit in one of the chairs we reserve for smoking, hitting my puff and scrolling mindlessly through TikTok, trying to get the thoughts out of my head. I hear the sliding door open and look up to see David.

“Alright what’s wrong? You look like we threw a party because we killed your dog” David jokes, my lips spread into a light smile

“Nothing, I’ve just been so exhausted lately with everything going on.. that’s all” I lie, I mean I’m not really lying, just not telling him the whole truth

“So it has nothing to do with Jeff showing up and you’re definitely overthinking and avoiding him even more. C’mon I’ve known you for forever, you can’t lie to me” He replies, his tone suddenly being serious

And it’s true, I’ve known David since I moved out here. He was my first real L.A friend. He’s seen me at my absolute lowest moments, and someone I could always go to whenever something was wrong. I hated that he could read me like a book.

“Fine, the Jeff thing is a contributing factor. But I’m being honest about the exhaustion” I say, crossing my arms like a child

We sit and talk, something we haven’t done in forever. It felt nice to have someone listen to me. After about half an hour of just talking we decide to head back inside. I felt too sober again and took some shots with Natalie and Toddy. I could feel Jeff’s eyes glaring a hole into the side of my head, but I was too sober to deal with anything right now.

At around 1:00 am. I got hungry and ordered DoorDash for everyone. All the other guests had left so it was just our main group scattered around the house. Jeff was surprisingly still here. Todd had whispered to me earlier that the only reason he was sticking around this late was to make sure I got home alright. I smiled at the sentiment, he was always making sure my drunk ass was safe.

Our DoorDash arrived and we all ate while watching some movie David found on Netflix. Jeff took a seat next to me, the look in his eyes was telling me he was going to ask for my permission so I simply nodded and scooted over so he could be comfortable. After we ate David wanted to get some last minute bits before we left for his vlog tomorrow.

“Jeff are you attracted to Sage?” David asks, my breath hitches in my throat, making me choke on my water

“No, I’ve blocked her out. Since she’s part of the friend group I don’t want to make anything weird” He replies, I can tell the answer even made David a little upset

Jason makes a joke to lighten the mood before there’s any tension which I greatly appreciate. Although Jeff’s words struck a cord, while I sit there repeating what he said it hits me. He’s right, I can’t guarantee that if Jeff and I were together that it would be for life and I can’t lose my second family. He’s right, it would never happen. Before I know it I feel my eyes watering and Natalie gently grabs my hand before leading me to her room with the rest of the girls in tow. When she closes the door I finally let it all out

“It’s ok princess, let it out” Mariah says, the girls wrapping me in a group hug

“It’s so stupid, we’re best friends before I let this stupid ass crush ruin everything but just hearing him say that out loud made it so much more concrete that we will never be together” I cry, resting my head on her shoulder

We have a little talk and I clean myself up before we all go back outside. At that point  David was done filming and was looking through the footage on his camera to pick out some clips. Jeff was waiting patiently on the couch before Corinna spoke up.

“Hey Jeff, I’m gonna take Sage home. We have some plans tomorrow and it would just be easier if I stay over” She says, it’s sort of true, Corinna has some meetings in the morning and they’re closer to my place but she isn’t staying over

“Oh ok, I should head out then. I’ll see you guys later” Jeff says, saying his goodbyes and leaving

“So was anyone else uncomfortable with Jeff’s answer or was it just me?” David asks, the group agrees, it’s definitely in his right to say that I mean no is mad

“Yea, I wasn’t mad cause it’s his own opinion and Jeff is a big boy, but he seems to sort of lead you on for him to turn around and say that he doesn’t even see you like when we ask him about Natalie and Corinna” Heath replies, everyone nods in agreement and I just sigh

“I’m not mad, I mean I have been sort of ghosting everyone these past few weeks, maybe he’s just upset” I explain, Heath and Todd give me the look

“Baby that’s bullshit and you know it” Heath laughs, Todd agrees with him and taps my leg

“To be honest, he was very stressed out while you were gone” He says, I know he’s trying to make me feel better but it doesn’t really help

Corinna and I leave shortly after we have our little group talk. We caught up during the car ride and before I know it we’re at my apartment. We say goodbye and plan to meet for lunch tomorrow before I head up to my apartment. I knew Carly was probably fast asleep so I tried to be as quiet as possible.

I get ready for bed and climb into my warm blanket, wrapping myself like a burrito. I browse TikTok on my phone for a few minutes before setting my alarm. Just before I let sleep take over my phone buzzes on my nightstand.

Jeff: I missed you.. I’m sorry for being an asshole tonight. I had no idea that I was leading you on, but I didn’t know you had a crush on me..

Fuck.