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rent-a-bat · 3 years ago

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In the end, no

Drabble #5

Promt: #87 “Don't be scared, I’m right here”

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Requested by: Anonymous

A/N: Thank you all who waited to see this one posted! and thanks to the one who requested it, im sorry it took this long but I had a serious case of procrastination. Hope you guys enjoy!

tw: character death

To say you were tired wasn't even close to how you felt.

You were exhausted. Mind, body and everything in between. You had been working nonstop for too long, you were starting to burn out. But as things started to ease out, you finally had time to relax. Today was the first time you'll be going home early and you no longer had to be the first one in the office to begin the day, which meant you'll finally enjoy your free time.

The trek from work to your home was long enough to allow you to list all the things you've stopped doing so far.

You haven't watched your favorite show, too tired at night to even look for it. You haven't read your book, started since the beginning of the year, and six months later still not even half finished. You haven't felt your bed, your body too tired to even feel how comfortable it was before sleeping. You haven't enjoyed your home, barely basked in its warmth and felt its love.

You haven't seen him.

That's what you missed the most. You would arrive too late to see him off before patrol, and your work was too early to say goodbye in the morning when he just came back.

A hand on your shoulder took you out of your trance. You jumped, your mind still somewhere in your thoughts. Your first reaction was to move away, but that only made them hold you closer, their grip on you too strong to break. Before you could panic, a laugh behind you made you react.

“Jason!” You shouted, getting out of his grasp as relief washed over you.

He smiled, clearly amused at your reaction.

“Hello, y/n.” His lips warmed you as he kissed your forehead. You rolled your eyes, not letting him get away with it.

Your fist collided with his arm as you scolded him. “Don't do that again.”

He laughed, holding you once more. Your body relaxing almost instantly.

“I won't do it again… maybe.”

“Hmm.” You answered, your arms circling his waist, pressing yourself more to him. It was an awkward position to walk, but you didn't care, it's been ages since you've been like this, and you weren't passing on the opportunity.

You walked for a few blocks in silence, taking your usual shortcut through the alley, Jason's presence enough to make you feel safe even in Gotham, before you talked again. “Hey, Jay?”

He made a questioning sound. “What?”

“Dick called.” You braced yourself for his reaction. Seeing as he was waiting for you to continue, you did. “He wants us to come for dinner tomorrow night.”

“He does now.” was his answer. You pushed yourself away to look at him, not leaving his arms.

“Yeah. He said, and I quote, ‘He misses his baby bird and wants to see him now that he's in town’” You said, your smile growing with his reaction.

He huffed, shaking his head, looking up at your building.

“Come on. Let's go for a little while and then we leave.” You tried to plead as you went inside.

“Are you sure?” He asked, already walking up the stairs, you followed him behind as he took the lead.

“Yeah. Besides, I like Dick.” He brushed against the walls as he turned to look at you, the hallway to your apartment barely wide enough for the two.

“Of course you do.” He gave you a smile that made you think he wasn't talking about his brother.

You turned away, not wanting to let him see you blush. ”And..., I want to say hi to Alfred”

You stopped at the open door, Jason moving aside to let you go first.

“I’ll think about it.” He finally said, your smile widening at his answer. With a kiss on his cheek you let the door close as you both were finally home.

Tomorrow came faster than you thought.

It was a nice dinner, even if Jason would rather eat his words than accept it.

You arrived at quarter past six, 15 minutes before you agreed, the nerves not letting you stay calm. Dick was already there before you could even knock, Alfred waiting by the door, as he came forward to hug you. You returned it just as earnestly, it had been a while since you last saw him and he definitely was your favorite of the brothers. Letting you go with a smile, he took you to the dining room, taking Jason with him by the shoulder in a half hug. Fighting to hold back your laughter, you followed, hugging Alfred as you passed him.

It was a surprise once you arrived, not expecting Bruce or Tim to be there as well, the two of them receiving you just as warmly.

Everything was great. Once in a while you would sneak a glance at Jason, the way he smiled and how he laughed told you he too liked these little moments with his family, when everything is simple, easy, and you loved seeing him like this, your heart a little warmer at the thought.

Bruce and Tim left after dinner, not waiting for dessert, saying they had business to attend to. Dick followed not long after, asking Jason to go with him. Which left you alone with Alfred, the two of you chatting over a cup of tea before cleaning up.

You helped Alfred wash the dishes and clear out the dinner before heading down to the cave.

You could hear a fight going on as you made your way down, shouts getting louder the closer you got. Jason was pacing as he talked, screamed, at Dick who remained silent, arms crossed while he looked at Jason, his troubled expression the only sign of his emotions.

"How's everything going, guys?" You asked as soon as you stepped out of the elevator, brow raised knowingly at them.

“It's going great” Jason's smile as he came towards you showing it was anything but. “Come on y/n, we're leaving”

“Jay, please, just think about it.”

“I said, no, Dick.” Jason said, taking your hand as he walked towards the elevator.

“What is he talking about?” you asked, pulling back to stop him.

“Nothing.” His answer was short, not looking at you.

"How is it nothing? I wouldn't ask you, beg you, if it were nothing." Dick sighed, pulling at his hair as he looked down, almost defeated.

"What is it?" You asked Dick, his head shooting up to look at you.

"It's this case we've been working on..."

"Don't tell her! She does-"

"No," You cut him off, "I want to know. What is it Dick?"

He shot a glance at Jason before he answered.

"We've been tracking an organization that's been involved in drugs for the most part, but as of lately, they've moved to weapons and human trafficking." He shook his head. "Guess they found a better way to make money."

"Those bastards." Jason said under his breath, huffing behind you.

"We've been following them in Gotham and Bludhaven for a while, but never got to the source." He looked at Jason, "that is, until Jason's last report."

You suck a breath. If they found the source then it means they could take them down forever. They could free not only Gotham and Bludhaven, but any other place they could have a base.

"We are going to the location. Take them by surprise, before they leave." Dick finished, crossing his arms.

You grabbed Jason's hand, feeling the heat of his body behind you. This was big, too important to let it pass and he knew too.

“When are they leaving?” you asked Dick, ignoring the look Jason was surely giving you.

“Right now.” he grimaced, “Bruce and Tim just left, they are on their way to the airport.”

You looked back at Jason, his eyes already on you. You could tell what he was thinking, you just got your time back, and now he was leaving, but you could also tell how much he wanted to help. That's why you knew what to say next.

“You should go, Jason.” The surprise on his face as you answered was one for the books.

“Y/n…” He began to say, still confused. You smiled in reassurance, taking his hand in yours.

“Even I know this is your best chance at getting them.” you squeezed his hand. “So, go.”

He stared at you for a while before he asked, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Go.” You patted his arm, giving him a little push towards his bike.

He stumbled back a few steps, his eyes never leaving you. He looked like a kicked puppy, and you couldn't help laughing a little.

“I’ll be fine , Jason." You fought for your smile to reach your eyes. "I'll be here when you get back."

“Okay.” was all he said after a long pause, barely a whisper, his eyes never leaving yours until he moved. He got into his bike, sending a quick message to Bruce to tell them he was going.

"I love you." He said before putting on the helmet, starting his bike before he left.

The sound of the engine almost covering your answer. "I love you too."

You watched him leave with Dick at your side, the cave suddenly too quiet for the two of you. Now that he had left you couldn't hold onto the smile anymore. You sighed, rubbing at your eyes to keep the tears threatening to come out at bay.

You paced the cave for a while, not wanting to stay still, too afraid of what would happen if you did until you finally stopped, letting your mind do the pacing.

You felt Dick at your side a moment after, his hand rubbing your shoulder to comfort you.

“Don't worry y/n. I'll stay here to monitor if there's any movement in Gotham”, his hand on you a comfortable weight, “I’ll also be in contact with them 24/7. If anything happens, you'll be the first to know.”

You sighed again, something you've been doing lately, tension leaving your body at his words. At least there'll be someone taking care of him.

“Thank you, Dick.” He flashed you a smile, offering his arm to you

“No problem. Come on, I'll take you home.” You smiled in response, taking his arm in yours.

Like that, hours became days, days became weeks, and before you knew it, 2 months had passed. Two months since he left. Two months since you've been alone. No. You weren't alone, he was still out there, working hard, saving people, and yet, you couldn't help feeling that way.

Dick was true to his word, letting you know everything as it happened, day by day, he would call to update you on the mission. Even when there was nothing to report he'd still call you, sometimes to talk, sometimes to listen, you knew he was trying to cheer you up, and you were grateful for that.

Other days you would go to the mansion, spending time with Alfred, letting him guide you through the mansion, telling you stories about Jason and the rest when they were young or chatting through a cup of tea, and with Dick down in the cave, as the two of you checked on them, how they were doing, if they were okay. It had become sort of a routine as you waited.

You were making your way home when your phone went off, your boss sending you home earlier and giving you the next day free after spending the last weeks working overtime, threatening to fire you if you came back without resting. You checked the id before answering, smiling when Dick's name showed on the screen.

"Hey Dick! How’s everything going?" You answered cheerfully, your good mood coming out.

"Hey y/n"

"I just saw Bruce giving an interview. Why didn't you tell me they were back?"

"Y/n…"

“And why hasn't my boy called to tell me? I swear if he tries another of his surprises…” you stopped mid sentence, Dick unusually quiet for a call like this. Anxiety building up inside you before you asked, ” Hey… what is it Dick?”

"Y/n…"

"What?"

"Is Jason.."

"What happened?" you said, dread gnawing on your insides

"I think it'll be better if you come to the mansion."

"I don't see how going there would be any different from telling me now."

“…” His silence became unbearable, your patience thinning with every second that passed.

The last of it breaking as you shouted, "Dick! Tell me!", worry more than clear in your voice.

He heaved a sigh before speaking. "They managed to get most of the men, but their leader managed to escape. He and another guy got into a plane and Jason followed them."

You breathed in sharply.

"He got onto the plane. It was loaded with weapons, mostly explosives. It took off before they could go with him"

No.

"A fight broke and there was a shooting"

No.

“A missing bullet must've hit one of those crates and” he took a deep breath, “the plane exploded.”

No!

"It fell into the sea"

You held onto the wall, your legs giving out, making you slide down to the floor

"Where is he?"

"They've been looking all through the ocean nonstop. So far, they've found two bodies. They’re still looking for hi.., him."

“Don't you have a way of knowing this!? A signal, something?” You were shouting, not caring for the looks people were giving you as they passed.

"The tracker was on his helmet, we believe it got destroyed in the explosion, that's why they haven't been able to find him yet."

It couldn't be. This isn't happening. Not- not again. Not to him.

“Y/n-”

“I'm going there” you cut him out, ending the call.

The next thing felt like a blur, each of his words ringing over and over inside your mind.

The plane exploded.

They are still looking for him.

There's still a chance.

You took a cab to the mansion, barely paying attention to the ride. You jumped out once you reached Wayne Manor, running as fast as you could to the entrance, Alfred already there before you could reach the door, so you went straight down to the cave, Dick waiting for you at the elevator.

“Hey y/n…”

“Please Dick. Tell me it isn't true” you shook him by the shoulders, trying to to stop yourself from crying. “Please tell me it isn't”, eyes burning as you pleaded

“I wish it was” he grabbed your wrists, rubbing circles, trying to comfort you as much as he could.

You shook your head, casting down your eyes, not wanting to see the truth you'd find in his. You didn't want to believe it.

“Please, please please please….” You could feel yourself falling down, your legs no longer holding you for a second time this day.

Dick hugged you, keeping you from reaching the floor. “I'm sorry y/n”

“No!” Tears blurred your vision. Your arms rounding his neck as you hug him back, his hold on you tightening.

It was your fault.

Maybe if you hadn't told him. If you had stopped him before he left, maybe then he'd still be here, still with you. Still alive.

No.

You wouldn't have changed a thing.

You knew Jason, you knew he thought the same. He wanted to help, that's all he's ever wanted. To give a meaning to his actions. He wanted to help those in need, to be useful, to be good. That's why he went, your words only helping to ease the worry of leaving you alone. That's why you said it, and you'd never regret it, and neither would he.

It wasn't your fault.

A sound from behind made you look back. Batman turned from the computer, taking a few steps before removing his cowl. He looked tired, defeated. So different from the looks he had for the cameras not long ago.

You ignored the way he looked, anger rising like a fire making you move away from Dick.

“It was you!” You shouted across the cave. Tears sliding down your cheeks as you made your way to Bruce

“You did this!” you hit him on the chest, your fists colliding with his armor. His face was tired, eyes filled with sadness. He had failed him again.

“You had to look out for him!” Another punch.

“You had to save him!” you said through your tears, your fists losing force.

“Why didn't you save him?” you finally sobed, pressing your forehead against him. The fire burning away, leaving only ashes, your body suddenly cold.

“I’m sorry” was all he said as he held your shaking body while you cried. His warmth and the feel of his arms on your back a comfort around you, but not the one you wanted, the one you may never have again.

You stayed at the mansion after that. Once you had calmed down Dick took you to one of the rooms, giving you a little briefing of what was going on. Tim had stayed on the island, looking over the search in case they found him. Meanwhile Bruce tried looking with the satellites, see if any of the old trackers in his body were still active. If what you knew was true, there was no point on doing that. Jason had taken them all out long ago, not wanting any of them keeping checks on him. Still, it was something, better than nothing.

You felt empty, and yet, hope remained in you, like embers of a fire not quite out, waiting for any kind of fuel to light up again.

You stayed for a week before deciding it was time to go back, those days barely spent doing the bare minimum, crying yourself to sleep every night, trying to console yourself as much as you could, after all you only had so much time off work, you still had to live your life, try to move on and wait.

So you did.

You kept working, doing as much to keep your mind from spiraling that way, from staying as far from your apartment as you could. Still your home but one that's grown colder with every passing day. It was hard, sadness and despair threatening to keep you from doing anything every day, and yet you pushed. For him. Moping around was not something he'd like for you, even if he wasn't here, but he could, if they haven't found a body yet you could still hope, you could still wait.

Hope was slipping down like water through your fingers. You tried to hold on to as much as you could, as long as there was even the tiniest possibility, you would, you could still believe he was coming back, coming home, coming to you.

What else was left?

The sound of your phone woke you up. You checked the clock on your stand. Not yet time for you to wake up, and barely one hour sleeping. Another night of tossing around, unable to sleep, the thoughts in your head too loud to let you rest.

You grabbed your phone, the name on the screen no longer making you smile. You sat up, moving your covers aside, letting your feet touch the floor, the coldness of it waking you up.

You took a deep a deep breath, steeling yourself before answering, getting ready for whatever was going to happen.

But nothing in the world could have prepared you for what was going to happen next.

"Hello Dick." You said, breathing deeply through your nose.

"Hello y/n. How are you?"

"What is it?" You ignored his question, going straight to the point. Whatever it was, you could take it.

You could hear Dick pacing around, almost hear the gears in his head trying to think a way of telling you the news

You could take it.

"There's been news on Jason"

You could.

"They found him"

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, a wave of relief washing over you.

"You did!?" you shouted, "How is he? Is he- ?" You tried to ask everything at once, barely able to contain yourself before he stopped you.

"We don't know, y/n. The body-"

Your heart went still.

"It's been too long. "

The body.

"We are waiting for it to arrive. Run some tests, dental records, DNA.."

Not him.

"Due to his legal status we can't let them know it's him. We have to wait until he's back with us in Gotham"

"You're sure it's him?" you felt yourself asking, no longer connected to your body.

"There was no one else on that plane they hadn't found"

The last ember of hope went off inside you, leaving smoke to fill its place.

"Y/n?"

"I have to go."

"Wait, y/n! Let me come get you-"

"Goodbye Dick."

You ended the call.

Your phone hitting the floor at the same time you did, hugging you legs tight to your chest, tears burning your eyes, wetting your cheeks. The lump in your throat making it hard to swallow.

And just like that, as if a switch had turned inside you.

You screamed.

Screamed with every fiber of your being, your body shaking every time you did. Your tears falling down like rivers you wanted to drown in. You weren't crying, crying meant sadness, sometimes even happiness, an emotion so big it couldn't be contained inside, whose only way out is like that. This was so much more.

It was pain, full, raw, unbounded. It was despair and sadness, all coming out at once. It was your soul breaking, its shards leaving you with every scream, with every tear, making your face wet, your eyes burn, leaving your throat raw and hurting.

You did it until the smoke inside you left, leaving you hollow. You had to calm down, sobbing thickly, your vision blurry with drying tears.

You tried to breath, the air suddenly becoming too thick, making you dizzy. You could feel the walls pressing on you, too tight, too cold.

You were breaking, your chest hurt, like it would collapse any time now, taking your heart with it.

You needed to leave.

You left your apartment, not bothering to take a coat, welcoming the freezing air, letting it's bite bring you alive.

The streets were empty, fitting for the occasion, like they knew you needed to be alone. You closed your eyes, letting your head fall back as you took a deep breath, and began to walk.

You didn't know how long you were out. Walking aimlessly around letting the pain take you whole, your mind no longer there, trying to escape the grief that consumed you.

You felt hollow, empty, and yet, so full at the same time. Full of fear, of sadness, of anger. Jason was gone, and you didn't know how you'll fill the hole he left inside you. You weren't sure you could. You could only hope you'd learn to live with it, learn to ignore the pain and maybe one day, heal. Just not today, right now you would mourn, let everything out, even if there was nothing left inside.

Your feet were hurting, cold biting your skin, making you shiver before you decided to head back home, taking your usual shortcut through the alley.

Your head was still somewhere else, not even stopping to think about the dangers of your actions. It was Gotham after all, and Jason was no longer here to protect you.

By the time you realized what you’d done, it was too late.

With your head down you made your way to your apartment, less of a home now that he was no longer here, hugging yourself tightly, trying to keep the warmth from leaving. The sole of your shoes echoed through the alley with every step, digging into your flesh, making it hard to walk. The sky rumbled in the distance, which meant you had to hurry if you didn't want to get caught in the rain.

A sound ahead of you took you out of your musings, a second pair of steps joining yours making you look up. A man appeared right at the entrance of the alley, hood up and hands tucked inside his pockets, he walked confidently, like the biggest fish in the pond. The faint light of a nearby post lighting up his face, you could see his eyes fixed on you, his mouth turning to a smirk, whistling as he looked at you.

“Hey pretty, what got you out so late at night?”

You lowered back your head, still moving forward.

“I have to say, I wasn't expecting such a beauty to be roaming here when I came to to see who’s coming, but am I glad it is” he kept talking, almost too close now, making you slow down a fraction as you tried to get out.

“Haha, what is it? Cat got your tongue?” you could fill him right in front of you, making you stop before you could collide with him.

“Is it because we're alone? You don't feel comfortable talking with me? Is it the street? Maybe you need to warm up a little, the street is too cold to be out like that. Don’t worry sugar, we can fix that right away.”

You began to panic. One you could take out, outrun him and lose him, but if he was bringing more. You tried to stay calm.

“Hey, boys! Why don’t we help them feel more comfortable.” You raised your head, fear almost taking over at his words.

From the same place the first one came, two other men joined him, each of them flanking you on either side, both just as big, and the three of them smiling, their eyes roaming your body like they could see what's underneath your clothes.

“Leave me alone.” you said, trying to sound as confident as you could.

“Heh, looks like you're not a mute after all.” He laughed, taking a hold of your arm in a vice grip

“Don't touch me.” he laughed again, turning to look at the others, both doing the same.

“Let me go!” you shouted, pulling at your arm, trying to hit him, kick him, anything to get you free.

“Feisty, we're gonna need to fix that. Can't have you misbehaving like that, can we?” He let you go with a push, making you fall to the ground, the three of them laughing down at you.

You shook yourself, wincing as you stood, your left foot probably hurt. Your mind was running a mile per hour, adrenaline pumping through your veins with every breath, trying to come up with a wayout, a way to escape. You tried to look at your surroundings, taking deep breaths to calm you down, nothing good comes out from being anxious.

You were surrounded by residential buildings, maybe you could scream, ask for help, but screaming in Gotham did the opposite, people ignoring it for the sake of remaining safe.

You could bolt it, turn around and run as fast as you could, go back to the street and hopefully they'll avoid going after you. The guy on your left seemed to think the same, his hand going for the gun on his hip.

You could try calling Dick, or Bruce, but something told you he'd shot you the moment you even tried to pull out your cell phone. Maybe they were already on their way, looking for you, seeing how distressed you were by the news, but maybe not, maybe they were trying to give you space, let you sort things out. Alone.

You were trapped.

“Don't worry, we’ll be leaving soon. Ride's almost here.” the man on your right said, his smirk getting wider.

So much for being calm. You began to panic, breaths coming short as the men in front of you laughed, snickering between them, watching you crumble.

The sound of tires screeching behind you had you covering your ears, the echoing almost deafening, freezing you on the spot.

No. Not like this. They can't take you away.

You closed your eyes, as if it could somehow block out the world, make it turn into a dream, a nightmare you would wake up from. The pounding of your heart too loud on your ears to hear anything else, almost missing the presence behind you.

Your body moved on its own, going backwards like you could escape from it. The sound of someone coming closer hitting like a bullet with every step. They walked with confidence, fast, like an animal who had caught its prey, sure they couldn't escape.

You could feel your heart fall as you collided with a body, stopping you from moving any further, making your eyes burn as you tried not to cry, not in front of them. You jumped as he held you, his chest shaking behind you as he laughed.

The way he laughed sent shivers down your spine, the hands on you too hot. Too wrong. He squeezed your shoulders once before you felt the air on your back, freezing you as he moved away, his hands sliding down your arms as he bent down, his face getting closer to your ear.

“Don't be scared” his breath felt hot, making you whimper, no longer able to hold it in, letting your tears fall freely as you cried. Closing your eyes tighter, not letting them open.

You could feel him move in front of you, his face still close, nuzzling your neck as he whispered, “I'm right here.” You let out a sob, the force of it bringing you down.

It had to be a dream, it had to. There was no way this could be real, for he voice that spoke just moments ago was supposed to be dead.

Your love.

Jason.

The men that held you captive went silent. Holding their breaths at the sight of him, the Red Hood. The deadliest vigilante in all of Gotham crouching in front of you.

He raised his hand to brush away your tears, kissing your forehead before he stood up

“Keep your eyes closed.” he said. You let out a huff, only he could sound amused in a situation like this.

The whole thing was over in seconds. The sound of flesh hitting flesh, bones cracking, the smell of gunpowder flooding your nose with each shot fired, all of it filling the silence. One by one, they all went down, their screams stopping as they each fell. Only when the last of the bodies hit the ground were you able to relax. Your eyes still closed for another reason entirely, now wishing it’d be anything but a dream.

How could you live if it turned out to be just that, if you opened your eyes just find yourself back at your apartment, your tears still fresh and Jason still gone, dead once more.

“Y/n.” You heard him call your name, his voice ever so soft, cautious not to scare you.

You heard him shuffle, crouching once more in front of you. His body blocking the cold air of the night.

“Y/n… Look at me.” he held your face like you were precious, delicate, capable of breaking at the slightest movement, the pads of his thumbs brushing your lashes, trying to coax your eyes to open.

You shook your head, feeling tears fall again, the hands on you catching them before they fell to the floor.

“Please.” he pleaded, his voice full of want, of longing, as he whispered the word, his forehead warm against yours as his hands fell to your neck, rubbing your chin and behind your ears trying to get you to open, to see.

You took in a couple of breaths, steeling yourself before opening your eyes, the faint lights blinding you after having them closed for so long.

The moment you could focus on the person in front of you making you sob. The sight of him threatening to make you cry for the third time this night. He looked just like the last time you saw him, a couple of scratches here and there, but the same nonetheless. The same face, the same smile, the same pair eyes full of warmth, full of love as they looked at you.

You raised your hand to his face, slowly, careful, still not believing this was real.

“Is it really you?” you asked, voice shaking as you looked into his eyes.

“It's me.” a faint smile drawing on his face as he answered, placing his hand over yours, keeping it in place.

You cast down down your eyes, head hanging low as you shook it, not sure if shaking away the tears or something else.

His other hand came up, his fingers hooking up under chin, warm and gentle as he made you stop, tilting up your head, guiding you to look at him.

“It's me.” he said again, his eyes filling up with tears as he held your stare.

You grabbed his hand, placing it against you like he did with yours as you let out a laugh, happiness bubbling inside you before exploding, flinging yourself to hug him. Your arms tight around him, trying to bring him as close as you could. The force of your hug almost made him fall back, losing his balance before he recovered, putting his arms around you as he returned the hug just as fiercely, careful not to hurt you.

“It's you.” you said it over and over like a prayer.

You stayed like that for a while, basking in each other's presence, finally together. You weren't sure how much it had passed before you both let go, a thunder rumbling in the distance reminded you of your situation. You had to hurry if you didn't want to get caught in the rain, and yet, none of you made the effort to move.

A thought came to you as you looked at him, a memory of a conversation that now feels from too long ago.

“You promised you wouldn't do it again.” You said, your fist colliding with his arm.

His hand went to the spot you hit, feigning hurt as he laughed. “I said maybe.”

You couldn’t help but laugh too, too happy to stay mad at him. Not when he was here, when this wasn’t a dream.

With that thought you held him again, nuzzling your face to his chest, inhaling his scent, his hands rubbing up and down your back before settling on your waist, drawing you closer to him.

“Thank you for coming back.” you whispered softly, not sure he would hear you.

“Thank you for waiting.” he said in the same way.

You kissed as you both embraced, your arms around his neck, pressing your bodies tight against each other, the warmth between the two enough to ignore the cold as it began to rain.

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flashflashhundredyarddash · 4 years ago

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batkids and their relationships with their siblings headcanons. under read more because this got fucking LONGGG

dick

dick is the eldest so he doesnt want to bog down his younger siblings with his problems, but if he DOES, he tends to talk to jason about it

dick and cass start to really begin to bond when Cass shows up to dicks gymnastics class for 3rd-6th graders and then cass shows up all the sixth graders and they get frozen yogurt after lmao

dick and tim are Very much thick as thieves. tim is very much like bruce on the Emotional Suppression scale, so dick just really wants to make sure his little brother is safe and happy ALL the time

Duke and Damian are the only two really permanently at the manor anymore, so when dick drops by he tries to do something with both of them. duke frantically zoom calls dick every other week to help him with his his trig homework. dick shows up to dukes high school graduation with literally the BIGGEST SIGN

everyone insists damian is dicks favorite but he does actually genuinely love all his siblings equally, his relationship with damian is just Very different from the others because of the age gap and being dami's primary caretaker for a year. dick babies dami every chance he gets

jason

would sell Dick to satan for One corn chip

him and cass don't have the greatest start to their relationship because cass is very much Against Killing so it takes a while for jason to warm up to her and earn her trust. now, though, jason is competing with steph by showing cass all the classic American Teenager things she missed out on. steph is currently winning but jason is like 98% positive a crunch wrap from taco bell is going to push him over the edge

tim and jason are currently competing over who can solve the most cases in a month. tim is winning. that won't last long.

jason Loves to Big Brother duke its so embarrassing. duke will get out of school and go to his car and jason is SITTING IN THE FRONT SEAT FRANTICALLY WAVING TO GET DUKES ATTENTION. JASON THAT IS MY CAR. signal has one (1) mission with arsenal and arsenal goes hey did you ask that girl to homecoming yet and duke is like I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU.

Damian is proof that Actually, Little Brothers are Pests. Jason fully believes that he was brought back from the dead PURELY to torment damian and he will fulfill this mission at any cost

cassandra

it actually really upset her when Dick didn't accept her at first. she knows her other siblings really adore dick so his lack of trust was really disheartening. it takes dick a while but once he Actually Accepts that cass is going to be a permanent part of their life and oh, wow, dick you really hurt her feelings he really hyperfocuses on bonding with cass for a couple of months which definitely improves their relationship

she really likes jason!! their relationship doesn't start well but because he's close with steph and tim who are cass's top two favorite people to exist ever, cass is like well i GUESS ill hang out with him more. jason is fun to talk to because he always tries his best to explain jokes and give context to what people are talking about (also tim took her to taco bell already but she didn't tell jason she just wanted to hang out)

cass LOVES tim. they just click okay. tim always seems to know when to give her space and when to push and come closer. Tim's "guest room" is just her room lets be real. tim and cass occasionally get mistaken for twins and Cass Loves it.

duke makes cass listen to metal once and cass loses. her. damn. mind. they bond over music a lot because they both Love Music to a degree the others in their family don't.

damian!! damian is her little brother!!! dami isn't As Hostile to cass at first because he is 100% aware cass has the edge in fighting and respects her. cass likes all of his instagram posts and they have a snapchat streak going

tim

tim Loves dick, dick was his first sibling!! he had Very strong hero worship when he first met dick but it mellowed out when tim got older because wow 17 is really not that cool and mature lol. tim has an open invitation to dick's apartment which he does occasionally take advantage of. tim has more than once scared the shit out of wally when wally comes over and wally is convinced they're being robbed (HA) for half a second. i mean. he's not wrong.

listen. tim understands that forgiving the guy who tried to kill you would be a Struggle for some people and it was! definitely! but also at least he can trust jason to, uh, be open about if he doesn't like tim. which is not an assurance he has with other people. so if the guy who tried to kill him tells him tim is cool now then like. maybe tim isn't that bad or annoying a person? also jason arrested a whole gang and won the cases competition but then it created a power vacuum that the whole batfam had to clean up the rest of the month. thanks, jason.

tim LOVES cass. you know how most of the time theres this empty feeling inside you and you just kind of ignore it because you don't know what will fix it or if you do, you know you can't fix it? cass makes that empty feeling feel a little less empty. they just click. tim always tries to travel with cass whenever she leaves gotham.

tim and duke. Tim is actually the sibling who duke goes to whenever he has questions he doesn't want to ask bruce or alfred about, like, life or vigilante-ing or school or college or whatever and Tim is always like yes!! i love Giving Advice and Solving Problems!! tim and duke and jason fill out their college applications together.

tim and damian. LMAO. ROUGH START THAT'S ALL ILL SAY. at some point alfred goes like fuck it. family therapy. and tim and dami are PISSED. tim and damian get along best when they have a common enemy to work against. their relationship gets much better when damian is older and they actually talk about their feelings like emotionally stunted bats. despite how bad their relationship was, tim will ALWAYS protect damian

duke

very much intimidated by dick at first. dick is so much older and has his own job and friends and life and is very much AN ADULT. dick likes to take duke out to do lots of cool stuff (paintball, lasertag, tech exhibitions, concerts, etc). also, dick PERSONALLY introduced duke to superman and is dating THE FLASH. 10/10 awesome big brother.

was intimidated by jason for 0.5 seconds before jason actually opened his mouth and started speaking. jason is literally. So Embarrassing. which is weird because nobody else really seems to feel that way about jason but duke knows he's 100% in the right here. like yeah jason is also An Adult and does Adult Stuff but he's also at the manor like every other weekend???? and he always complains about bruce but always seems to be in the same room bruce is in????? like okay jason. they bond over literature!! jason and duke and alfred will spend literal hours talking about books and duke loves it. duke is the only one who doesn't think jason is funny and jason gets so upset about it lmao.

cass has this one week where she gets really into photography and by virtue of being nearby (and also not nocturnal), duke becomes her victim subject. duke prints out all the pictures and hangs them up in his room (his favorite is one he took when he stole the camera and took a really bad selfie of them together).

tim is closest in age to duke so duke tends to hang around with him a lot. tim introduced duke to his young justice friends and duke is like yes!!! meta-friends!!!! tim really helps duke out with his powers because tim is always like wow i wonder if your powers would work if we did This? can you see farther than other people? is your visible spectrum of light different than other humans? Bruce does the same thing but bruce is boring about it lol.

damian and duke live in the same house and will be in the same room and just send each other social media posts back and forth. they follow each other on instagram and will, OCCASIONALLY, make tik toks together because they're tik tok fiends. each of his siblings have visited his parents once or twice but damian routinely comes with him.

damian

damian gets a special bullet point to say that it took him. forever to come around to the idea of having siblings. he very much believed that he was Bruce's Blood Son and everyone else were just tagalongs or allies. it took him ages to acknowledge that dick, jason, tim, and cass were his siblings, so when duke came and like a week later damian was like Ah, Yes, this is my brother Thomas everyone else was like dude wtf

listen. LISTEN. Obviously. Richard is very highly skilled. and also Father values him highly. and also Richard will listen to Damian complain about his schoolmates. and also Richard is much more patient with Damian than other members of his family. listen....,,, (all this to say damian kind of fucking adores dick lmaooooo this kid).

Todd is kind of unbearable but damian has been informed this is both a normal feeling when it comes to Todd and also big brothers. damian was an only child for ten years so yes, Father, if Todd attempts to tickle me I WILL break his fucking nose. yes i WILL put money in the swear jar but I want you to know i don't regret it. they always try to sneak up on each other but mostly fail.

DRAKE!!! but no lol once damian grows up and is like I Apologize for attempting to murder you it was wrong and you are just as much a son to Father as I am tim is like UGH i guess its cool since ur being so emotionally mature and all. also im 2 for 5 on siblings trying to murder me so im definitely going to win trauma bingo and damian is like i take it back you are insufferable. When Will My Older Siblings Stop Joking About Their Trauma.

CASS!!! listen. cass is cool. Cass Gets It. They have a special Bond. also damian really likes it whenever cass is home because 1) he gets to hang out and do something cool with cass and 2) he feels significantly safer with cass in the house because Nobody will be able to hurt any of their family if Cass is there. ALSO he tries to call her cain but everyone is like DONT DO THAT and he doesn't want to call her wayne bcus theyre ALL wayne (dick adds it on as a middle name but also Richard John Wayne West-Grayson is just. the lamest name ever so dick needs to reconsider it before his upcoming nuptials)((dick will not reconsider it except maybe whether grayson-west would work better)) and so he tries cassandra but cass is like :) call me cass and damian is like cassandra is more formal and respectful and cass is like :) and finally damian just has to give in.

Duke! him and duke actually live together so they get the Most Bonding Time and have a bunch of inside jokes as a result. (is it bad i wanted to laugh because inside jokes... joker... i'll see myself out). they're eating breakfast together (and also alfred sits with them IM NOT A MONSTER ALFIE'S LIKE 70 NOW OKAY) and duke laughs and bruce is like what are you laughing at, son? and duke is like oh damian just showed me this funny meme and then he shows the phone to bruce and bruce grabs it (both the boys groan) and after WAY TOO LONG is like "i don't get it" and so now duke and damian have to try and explain the comedic intricacy of bob's burgers

#this took. two fucking hours #batfam #batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #cassandra cain #cassandra wayne #not sure which one to commit to yet #tim drake #duke thomas #damian wayne #dc #the burd squawks #birdflash #birdflash was like. one of my first ships lmao

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leonicscorpio · 4 years ago

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How to care for your Jaybird: A comfort Fic by Leonicscorpio

Sometimes you just need to have some comforting drabbles about your favorite traumatized anti-hero. A self-indulgent bullet fic about Jason having a nightmare and how one cares for their Jaybird.

Jason Todd never slept easy. Too often he'd lie awake as a child over the threat of his father taking his drunken rage out on him, or he'd lie awake to make sure his mother didn't overdo her drug addiction.

Even after moving in with Bruce, he still never felt safe or at ease. He'd always prefer to sleep only once he felt absolutely exhausted.

When you and Jason started dating, you both naturally clicked with having a nocturnal sleep schedule. Him going out on patrol, and you working nights as a night shift lab technician at Gotham General Hospital.

By the time you both got home, both of you were always exhausted and we're usually able to fall asleep without a problem.

Jason suffered from reoccurring night terrors because of his experiences as a child, as Robin, being killed and brought back, and all the pain that he has caused as Red Hood.

You fell asleep as you usually do, being spooned by the the larger, roguish, handsome, estranged son of Bruce Wayne, you were enveloped firmly but securely around Jason's large arms but nestled your head between the pillow and his strong chest.

"Ngh.. no, no.. no please.. please.. it hurts.."

You heard a whimper and broke from the held that Jason had on you, he was having another nightmare.

"Please no.. " - your ears rang out from a pained, shrieky scream of agony from your lover.

"Jason. Jason." You shouted Jason's name and he brought himself awake, he jolted up, breathing heavy as he began to sweat profusely.

"Y/n.. y/n...." Jason heaved in a raspy breath. He was shaking like a scared dog. "Y/n I'm.. it was him. The Joker.. he.. he.." you could see the tears welling in Jason's eyes. They were raging with emotions like an out of control hurricane. Rage, sadness, but most of all abject terror.

"it's okay Jason. I'm right here." You reassured the dark haired man before you. His chest was still heaving. You hated nothing more than seeing Jason like this. The Red Hood, the one figure who strikes just as much fear into the hearts of Gotham as Batman. Shaking like a leaf and hyperventilating right in front of you.

"Jason, I'm going to put my hand on your shoulder. Is that okay?" You asked the man before you. Jason nodded and you placed your hand on the broad, muscular shoulder. Jason slept shirtless so you felt raw, balmy skin against your hand. Jason's heavy breathing had yet to subside, you took a look directly into Jason's face and asked "Jason, I'm going to move my hand to your face. Is that okay." Another shaky nod and you proceeded to trace your hand from Jason's trap muscles to his face. It was sweaty and clamy.

"Jason look at me." You asked. Jason turned his head towards yours and you saw a dam of tears dangerously close to collapse. But his breathing paused as he looked at you. "Jason, I'm here. It's going to be okay. Just breathe.."

As you finished the sentence, the ocean blue eyes released a hot stream of tears. Jason's face contorted into a grimace and a shriek of a cry left his throat. Said shriek devolved into a lengthy sob. Jason brought his knees up to his chest and proceeded to weep.

Jason always hid his emotions under a tight lid. Usually cracking the pressure when he was beating the life out of a criminal. But when Jason cried, that was the only emotion he could muster for hours. Like a volcano exploding with the force of multiple thermonuclear bombs.

"Jason." You said his name more slowly this time. "Jason I'm going to hold you if that's okay." You wanted to gain consent before you did anything with Jason. Jason wasn't afforded much choice of autonomy in his life. And as a survivor of incomprehensible trauma. You wanted to make sure Jason always knew where your hands were and what you were going to do.

"Yes." A shaky response from Jason. As you placed your arms around Jason's large frame. He shifted his body towards your embrace. Although you secured him. It just felt as though his crying became worse. But Jason let the floodgates down in your embrace. Every emotion he has held in since his last cry came out in shaky wails. But Jason held you as much as you held him. More than anything he needed someone to make him feel safe.

"Im going to take my hand and rub your neck and your hair Jason, is that okay?" You felt him nod as he weeped into your frame. You raised your hand and began massaging his neck and head. Jason continued to cry searing hot tears. One of the good things about a deep cry like this is you know the pent up endorphins are finally being released by this. Crying is never pretty, but it's necessary.

As you felt yourself get more stable, Jason shifted himself to be partially laying on you. His hold on you was tight, but not painful. You knew Jason had it rough growing up, but he truly did never have any of the support and emotional development structures we take for granted.

It felt like hours, between Jason's sobs which eventually slowed' and you massaging his head and neck. Jason finally calmed to a point that he already was asleep again. You didn't dare move from your position. Right now, Jason needed you.

You wanted to have a warm, homemade meal set for him when he awoke, but proceeded to call up Jason's favorite hole-in-the-wall Chinese food spot for delivery.

Life may not have been perfect, things are far from even okay considering the life Jason Todd has, but right now, all that matters is that he's secure, he's safe with someone he loves.

#jason todd x reader #Red Hood #jason peter todd #Jason Todd #Fluff #tw abuse #tw ptsd #tw crying #hurt to comfort #tw trauma #GIVE OUR BOY JASON SOME LOVE.

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rredbirdii · 4 years ago

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teen titans (go) / feral boys

i havbe brain rot from the teen titans/feral boys au cus it literally makes so much fucking sense opkay

im just gonna be info dumping cus yes

[its long so yea]

okay so

ohoho alsoalso these are jsut the really rouhg startings to everything and ill proobably make changeds n shits

[like with dream n quackity im really torn but yea]

but oohhhboy this is bnrain rot to its finest

these are just hcs and reasonings but art wise ill probably try to find somethig thats of interest to me and ill probably change up the designs a lil bit

dream as beast boy

-originally i wanted dream as robin cus like both masked but then mt brain thouhgt of dnf[deez nuts found]

-also the dream dogboy/catboy discourse? look no further we can do both

-also beast boy and dream are literally green

georgenotfound as raven

-im not gonna lie to you the main reason was the dee en eff shit i was doing with beast boy

-but aslo like character DESIGN wise[not character wise ravens a bad bitch] ravens design in ttg is hella boring and bland

-like georges personality is the closest to ravens imo

quackity as robin

-i had two and a half breakdowns while drawing him

-not because of his outfit or anything, but instead his fucking mask

-im still super unsatisfired with it cus it doesnt make sense and it doesnt reallly have thast quackity vbie yet

-i rely heabily on quackitys eyes to make him quackity and look mexican; since his skin is lgiht and its his eyes mainly that usually allow me to show the difference between him n like the other white ccs

-but anywas

-the robin from ttg is so fucking quacktiy it scares me

-lik e holy fucking hell i could just FUCCCCCK

BUT YOU SEE IM SO TORN CUS THE TTG ROBIN CAN ALSO BE DREAM AS WELL AND UEUEUEUEU ITS SO FUCKING CHAOTIC

-but please ykl those short robin things yea

-thats literally why i did robin but please im now so fucking conflifeced cus like it could also be dream so like

-dream and quacktiy im super on the toe with and idk if i should or shouldnt switch them just yet

-give me ur thoguhts

karl as starfire

-m,,

-i dont know its just the vibe okay

-the absoutle happy enegyr that thte two radiate just made me autoamticall y pair the two and yea

-like literally its so mmmmm

sapnap as cyborg

-ok this was siomthing that i was kidna hesitant on cus cyborg is really heavily black and good for him!! good for hij rihght

-and like the thing is a lot of his personaltiy and the way he talks is "black" [holy fucxking god if that sounds wrong pls tell me how to rewrite it im not good with explan ing like plsplspls tell me if i accidentailly worded shit wrogn]

-it was also cus cuborg was the last one and i didnt hvae any characters left so i had to leave saonano here and so iut doesnt really work unless i force it to work

-but yea like i really absoutelyl love drawing sapnanp but im going to fucking cry when i need to do cyborg sapnap cus i despise drawing robots and shit like that so :']]

other characters that just fucking absoultely fit and i am definetly gonna draw them in that vibe

-fundy as terra [a little hesitaint tho cus it only works if dreams beast boy n like its really reliant on the fundywastaken kinda shit]

-i have no clue why but for the strangest reasons kid flash as wilbur

-ok yk rose right; okay that s fuckiung technoblade

-oorororor if we are in the og teen titans that might be red x then [jason todd as technoblade]

-ok you see my problem now

-i am so torn between these universes and i could just do batfamily sbi [phil batman; wilbur nightwing; techno red hood; tubbo red robin; tommy robin; and so much more shit and ouinsrhtiubtibddfbsd brain rot? yea <33

-please i for some reason am having dc brain rot again and i dopnt know why

#dsmp #feral boys #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #quackity #karl jacobs #sapnap #mcyt #teen titans/feral boys #ill tag the shit i have for taht undetr that thing

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astranne · 5 years ago

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ROYAL - Bruce Wayne

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I've never seen a diamond in the flesh

I cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies

And I'm not proud of my address, in the torn up town

No post code envy

I looked up. My gaze caught every little detail. The beautiful but fake-looking women, the handsome men, smoking expensive cigars and talking about money and their big houses. Houses like the Wayne Manor. I felt the glances of the rich men trying to undress me with their mere eyes. But it didn't really bother me, I always liked the attention of men. I always loved the way how I affected men. But this was different. They had women by their side and fucked me with their eyes.

Slowly, I made my way upstairs. My long, black coat hid my dress. Everyone wore pastel colors, it was the dress code after all. The butler of the family Wayne smiled pleasantly and nodded in my direction.

„Miss Jackson, it's a pleasure to see you at the gala. May I have your coat?"

„Alfred, please, call me Lara. You've known me for many years."

„Indeed, Lara." I smiled and took off my coat. Alfred raised an eyebrow at my dress but didn't say a thing.

„You look like your mother, Lara. She would be very proud of you."

„Thank you, Alfred. But I couldn't have done it without you." He reached his arm to me, I smiled and took it.

„I'm afraid, but Master Bruce wouldn't approve that," he made reference to the dress. It was scandalous. Scandalous red.

„Well Alfred, you should know, I don't care about the opinion of a rich man. I never did."

„I know, dear. I know." Our way led us to the big saloon, full of laughter and rich people. It wasn't my world, it will never be and still, I'm here.

But every song's like gold teeth,

Grey Goose, trippin' in the bathroom

Bloodstains, ball gowns, trashin' the hotel room

We don't care, we're driving Cadillacs in our dreams

But everybody's like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your timepiece Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash

We don't care, we aren't caught up in your love affair

I inspected every woman and every man. There were models, actors, politicians, businessmen... rich people. Before I could do my way to a waiter serving the champagne, a young man stopped next to me. Another followed him and flashed a flirtatious smile towards me. Both had black hair, blue eyes and were muscular. They were handsome men. But too young for me.

„Good evening, my lady. You look beautiful." The one with the longer hair took my hand and kissed it.

„I must say, red fits you well, beautiful lady. May I know your name?"

„Lara Jackson. With whom do I have the pleasure?" Before any of them could answer, a little boy stepped between us, he looked like ten, but his hard look didn't belong to a child.

„Grayson, Todd. If I find this woman in anyone's room tonight, I will kill you. We don’t have time for this."

„What do you want, demon spawn?" The child huffed and crossed his arms.

„Father wants to speak with you. Both of you." Both rolled their eyes.

„I'm sorry, beautiful lady. The old man can’t have a fun night. We will see us again." The one with the white streak in his black hair kissed my cheek, the other my hand.

„Idiots. Please forgive my brothers, they don't have any respect for a good looking lady."

„It's okay. And thank you."

„You're familiar", he noticed. I just raised an eyebrow. This child was odd. Just like his father.

„Well, I know your father, Damian." His head shoots up and he frowned.

„How do you know me? Or him?"

„It was many years ago, but your father and I had a great friendship. One day he went missing and the day he came back, he wasn't the same anymore. Still, I stayed in contact with Alfred, he was a great friend and like a father to me."

„Why did my father abandon you?"

„I'm not rich." He looked confused but didn’t say anything.

„He never said something about you. Why not?"

„Again Damian. I'm not rich. I will never be like these models or actresses. I'm just a simple girl, that lived alone with her mother. It was a coincidence, that your father and I met."

And we'll never be royals

It don't run in our blood

That kind of lux just ain't for us

We crave a different kind of buzz

„Then why are you here, Jackson?"

„I wanted to see Alfred. I wanted to see the house since it was my second home. And for the last time, I wanted to feel the atmosphere at a gala."

„It sounds like a goodbye. Why? What did my father do that you are such full of hate?" I looked surprised at him.

„How?", I just asked.

„I know that look. You don't hate my father, you hate that rich life, you hate his behavior. I'm also like this. I hate my mother, well, if you can call her a mother. And I hate my stupid brothers, who get more attention from my father then I do. I know they spend more time with him and know him better, but it’s..."

„Frustrating", I finished his sentence.

„I like you." I smiled and sipped at my champagne.

„Well Damian, I like you too."

„More than your brothers." He smiled smugly and I snorted silently.

Let me be your ruler, you can call me Queen B

And baby I'll rule (I'll rule I'll rule I'll rule)

Let me live that fantasy

„If you see them, could you clarify for me, that I'm definitely not interested? They are too young. Goodlooking, but too young."

„With pleasure, Lara."

I stayed the whole evening with Damian. He was a cute child, but he would never allow anyone to say that out loud. And he looked like his father. Well, almost. His eyes were green, they must be from his mother. But I didn't ask since he made clear, that his mother was a forbidden topic.

After that evening, I spent the night with Oliver Queen. We were both drunk and afterward, I found out that he had a girlfriend. So I did the one most logical thing, I ran away and swore, I will never be just a woman for a night. These times are now past, I want to be someone special, someone, that my mother can be proud of. So I began to search for my father. I never knew or saw him. But I wanted to find him.

My friends and I we've cracked the code

We count our dollars on the train to the party

And everyone who knows us knows that we're fine with this

We didn't come from money

After months of searching and traveling around the world, I found him. Well, he found me. He didn't know he had a daughter. My mother never told him about me. But he didn't abandon me like other people. He gave me a new home, a new task. He gave me a new family. I began to train, train to defend myself, train to defend others, train to kill. Especially rich people who were assholes. I just followed my father's footsteps. You may ask now, who my father is. Im a Wilson now. My father is called Slade Wilson but feared as Deathstroke.

I was educated by the League of the Shadows also called the League of Assassins. Ra's al Guhl himself trained me and let me fight against his daughter, who is the mother of Damian. Talia al Guhl, or whatever they call her. I hate her. I hate her for manipulating Bruce and abandon her son. I hate her for her behavior, I just hate her presence. And everybody knows that. Because I almost killed her. Well, I killed her, but she was brought back with the Lazarus Pit. My father was really proud of me since nobody can stand her. I mean, she is a fucking bitch, she betrayed the League just for a son of Batman. And did so many other awful things. But that's not my problem anymore. Ra's send me to protect his grandson, the heritage of the League. The fact, Damian liked me, made my job so much easier. But I had no idea, how to become one of the Wayne family members. So we built a plan. My father as Deathstroke, would try to kill Robin and Batman, and I would save them both. After all the planning, it worked perfectly.

„Who are you?"

„Your pseud, deep voice doesnt scare me, Batman. You've just could thank me."

„Lara?"

„Hello, Damian. Its nice to see you again"

„I thought you would never come back to Gotham." I fake sighed and crossed my arms.

„Well... I was all around the world. I met your mother and I must say, she is a bitch. Sadly she survived our meeting." Batman huffed.

„And how did you know about the whole hero thing?"

„Talia is a really shitty secret keeper. She told me all about it, in the hope, I would show some mercy. Its nice to see you, Bruce."

„Who are you?"

„Its a shame, you dont recognize me, Brucie." I took my black hood off, also my mask, that hid the lower half of my face. I could feel the confusion of my childhood crush.

„Lara Jackson?"

„What a welcome." I was surprised after he hugged me. Awkwardly, I tapped his back.

„Im so sorry." That was easier than I thought.

„It’s okay, Brucie. It’s okay." Damian coughed and crossed his arms.

„Umm... can I have a bed for tonight?", I asked silently.

„You can have a bed as long as you want, Lara."

„Thank you, Bruce."

„Lets go home." He jumped off the roof, Damian followed him. I turned around and saw my father in the shadows. With a smirk, I followed the Waynes.

But every song's like gold teeth,

Grey Goose, trippin' in the bathroom

Bloodstains, ball gowns, trashin' the hotel room

We don't care, we're driving Cadillacs in our dreams

But everybody's like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your timepiece Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash

We don't care, we aren't caught up in your love affair

I was now a month at Wayne Manor. Bruce acted a little bit strange but I didn't mind. But what I minded was his big family. He has five sons and two daughters and other family members. They didn't trust me. Richard and Jason always flirted with me, the other women in the house hated me for that. Until one day.

„Hey, beautiful. What are you doin’?" I just rose an eyebrow, a move I would do every day.

„Do you have eyes, Jason?"

„Yes, why?"

„Well, then you can see, I’m reading." He sat aside me and wiggled his eyebrows.

„Mind, if I take this book and we do something?" I tried to ignore him.

„Darlin', I know you would take me. Don't act so heartless even though its hot as fuck." And then I had enough.

„Okay, listen, Jason. I'm not interested to fuck you or Richard. I'm so much older than you, I could be your fucking mother! And if you don't stop, I’m gonna kick your fucking ass so hard, that the pit wont help you come back to life! So shut the fuck up and just let me live my fucking life! Without you or Richard or any playboy." He just blinked.

„How old are you?", he asked bluntly. I slapped him with the book. Jason yelled and ran away from the couch.

„Jason Peter Todd! Come back, you fucking asshole! I'm going to fucking killing you, you dipshit! You don't ask a woman about her age! COME BACK!" I ran after him, passing next to Richard and Tim.

„Jason!", I yelled. „Come back, you motherfucking bastard!" He sprinted downwards, trying to escape. With the speed I had gained, I jumped down and rolled off.

„What the fuck! That woman! Help! Anyone!"

„Shut up!" I tackled him down and began to punch him. Blood spattered out of his nose, ruining the expensive carpet.

„What the fuck?! Lara? Jason?" Dick tried to separate us but he also collected a punch in his nose.

„Don't touch me, you pervert!" Jason managed to escape out of my hold and we began to fight, Richard joined, after I kicked him in his stomach.

„Bruce? Alfred? Anyone? Lara is going crazy!", Tim shouted. He was smart enough to stay out of our fight. I swiped the blood out of my face, not knowing to whom it belonged.

„Still imagining how to fuck me?" Both men grunted, trying to punch me, which I easily caught. My hands gripped Richard's shoulders and I let his nose met my head. He groaned and held his nose, trying to kick me.

„Enough!" I heard Bruce's voice and stepped a little back. Jason didn't stop and punched right in my jaw. I growled and rushed forward, my legs slung around his neck, and threw him on the ground.

„Lara! Enough!" It took Bruce, Tim, and Alfred to keep me away from the second oldest.

And we'll never be royals It don't run in our blood That kind of lux just ain't for us We crave a different kind of buzz

Bruce himself stitched me up, doesn't allow anyone to come too near towards me. He forbid everyone, even Alfred, to come to the Batcave.

„Why?", he just asked. I huffed and crossed my arms.

„Why? Both were flirting with me! Its disgusting! I could be their fucking mother!"

„They are kids, Lara", he sighed and sat across me. I rolled my eyes.

„Kids don’t fight the Joker, Bruce." It was silent, we just sat there.

„Why are you like this?"

„What do you mean?" I frowned.

„You're cold. Towards me. I have the feeling, you only like Alfred and Damian", he almost whispered. I swallowed and tried to avoid his gaze.

„Bruce, I...I had a hard childhood. I just had my mother and you. You were my best friend, my first love. And when my mother passed, I was alone. I know, you were there for me, but not like the way I wanted. I changed Bruce, I'm not the glamorous girl anymore."

„Why you didn't say anything?"

„You were Bruce Wayne, the son of millionaires, the heritage of Wayne Enterprises. I was madly in love with you, I never said something because I was so scared. Scared, that you wouldnt love me back, scared you would see me just like as a friend. So I started to date other boys, boys who gave me attention in a way, who filled the gap my mother left. It was like a drug. I loved the way I affected every man. They gave me love, physically." At the end of my speech, I'd met Bruces eyes. They were soft and full of love.

„Im so sorry, Lara. I never- If I ever would know that...Do you remember your first boyfriend?" He didn't wait for an answer.

„I was so jealous and I saw you at his side it made me clear, you weren't the little girl anymore, who I met at my parents funeral. In my eyes, you were a grown, beautiful and independent woman. That day I realized, I loved you from the first day and still do." My eyes grew big. How?

„You still love me?", I whispered.

„I do." I almost melted at these words. My fucking childhood crush, my first love, loves me. He smiled and leaned towards me. Our noses touched, my eyes fluttered. He stopped, obviously waiting for me. I sighed when our lips finally met. We kissed slowly, without any tongue. It was a romantic kiss, heck, he would top every Hollywood movie. We parted, his lips brushed against mine. Bruce cupped my face with his hands and kissed me again. Roughly. A light moan escaped my lips, my hands tugged his black hair. He groaned deeply and heat rushed downwards all around my body. His arms pulled me nearer to him. Slowly, while kissing him, I climbed on his lap. But before it could go any farther, Alfred cleared his throat. I blushed and tried to hide my face in Bruce's neck while he just chuckled.

Let me be your ruler, you can call me Queen B

And baby I'll rule (I'll rule I'll rule I'll rule)

Let me live that fantasy

Everything was perfect. As perfect as it could be in such a chaotic family. Since I beat up Jason and Richard, everyone tries to not piss me off. I warmed up to the girls and also Tim. Everything was perfect until Talia showed up. She and some traitors of the league managed to break into the Manor and tied the whole Wayne Family up.

„Hello, Lara. Its nice to see you again." A mad smile graced her face. I didn't respond and gripped the handle of my sword harder.

„Why are you here, Talia?"

„Oh I don’t know, maybe to kill you?" I rolled my eyes.

„Besides that." She grinned widely at me.

„I want my son back."

„No." She frowned, the Waynes behind me began to protest.

„No? Who do you think you are? I’m the mother of him!"

„Well, I don't care who you are Talia. You're a traitor and I don't listen to traitors."

„Wilson", she growled.

„Al Guhl."

„My son."

„No."

„I want my son! And I will kill you to get him!"

„Try me, bitch. I killed you once and I will do it again."

„Why are you here?", she asked out of nowhere.

„Classified."

„Really, Wilson?"

„Why is mother naming her Wilson?", whispered Damian to his father. Before Bruce could answer, Talia rushed with a war cry forward raising her sword. I easily dodged, spinning around and kicking her in her stomach.

„You have a deathwish, Al Guhl. Stop it and I will let you go."

„Never, Wilson", she spat and rammed her sword in my leg. I gritted my teeth but fought on. I felt, how my wound slowly stopped bleeding until it closed completely. But the pain was still there.

„How-?", she stuttered.

„You should've known, dear Talia. The reason, why Im a better fighter than you, the reason, why I could kill you. All because of my fathers powers."

„Your father has powers? But he is no metahuman."

„Who said he is a mutant? He's an experiment, he's an improved human. So am I."

„That's why you could learn so fast to fight", she realized.

„Yes. And now, get out of here, or I kill you and your friends."

We're bigger than we ever dreamed, and I'm in love with being queen (Ooh ooh oh)

Life is great without a care

We aren't caught up in your love affair

„Who is your father, Lara?" I sighed at Damian's question.

„Does it really matter right now?"

„Hell yes it does!", shouted Jason. „I want some awesome powers too!" I rolled my eyes.

„I never knew my father, Bruce knows that. And my mother never told him, that she was pregnant. After I met Damian, I began to search for my father. Without any results. Then, he found me. He's a member of the league of the assassins, so he brought me there and I was trained."

„You didn't answer Damians question”, Bruce noticed. I sighed again and shouldered my backpack.

„Because I knew, you all wouldn't like it. Damian, your grandfather send me to protect you. My job is done, I will go back to Nanda Parbat."

„What?"

„No!", they cried out.

„Why? I thought you-", I interrupted Bruce.

„Bruce, I love you. I really do. But I know, when you learn, who my father is, you will abandon me. So I better go by myself."

„Wait, what? Are you and Bruce a thing?" Jason's eyes switched between us.

„We were."

And we'll never be royals

It don't run in our blood

That kind of lux just ain't for us

We crave a different kind of buzz

Let me be your ruler, you can call me Queen B

And baby I'll rule (I'll rule I'll rule I'll rule)

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This was my first oneshot in english, I hope you like it. You can also find it on Wattpad, there I have the same username like on Tumblr.

I’m aware, that not everything I wrote matches with the personalities of the batfam, I have more knowledge of the MCU and MARVEL. And if something is wrong with my english (my first language is german) please tell me. :)

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snickletastic · 6 years ago

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My Boyfriend's Back {Jason Todd x Reader + Batfam}

warnings~ SEXUAL ASSAULT, uncomfortable situations, seriously don’t read this if you have any problems with sexual assault scenarios!!! cursing, and extreme angst.

summary~ inspired by the song my boyfriend’s back, by the angels, reader is waiting for jason to get back home from a mission, but comes upon some serious problems when a boy begins throwing accusations with her name in them around the school and super duper angsty things follow.

a/n~ im back! hi! at first i must admit i felt really rusty at first when writing this, but i cranked this whole thing out in one sitting because i was having so much fun. i actually love how this came out, and ive had it in mind for some time now. its a bit cliche, but cliches arent always bad. hope you guys like it! :)

54 days of school left until graduation. Then that’s it. You’re finally out of highschool. You rapidly tapped your pencil against your desk while staring at the old wall clock, daydreaming about summer and the beach and finally getting to spend time with Jason again. He graduated last year, leaving you behind to fend for yourself in a school of vile beings. Lucky asshole, you thought to yourself. You kept your relationship under wraps because of the infamous reputation the big bad Jason Todd had at your school. You both knew people would be scared of you if they knew he was your boyfriend, so you decided to keep it a bit of a secret. It made things more exciting, anyways. As the clock continued to march towards the time the bell, your pencil tapping became faster and faster. That is, until the boy in front of you grabbed the pencil from your hand.

“Hard to focus when someone is beating up an innocent pencil behind me,” Jacob sarcastically whispered, careful not to catch the attention of the grumpy math teacher.

“Sorry,” you apologized, “I totally tuned out…but let’s be real. You totally weren’t focusing on the lesson to begin with,” you teased.

“Well let’s just say it wasn’t the pencil distracting me in the first place,” he said in a low voice, “you’ve been breathing down my neck for the past 20 minutes.”

You blushed, “I-sorry, I-,” you stammered, “I-”

“Don’t be sorry,” Jacob interrupted, “sorta turned me on,” he snickered at your facial expression and gently put the pencil back into your hand, then turned back around in his seat.

Absolutely baffled by the interaction you just had, you sat there dumbfounded for a full minute. Your intentions were definitely not to flirt with him, you really just breathe from your mouth sometimes. You scratched your head and cringed at the thought of Jacob possibly liking you. He wasn’t bad looking at all; maybe he was even sort of cute. But you certainly did not need a boytoy, because your boyfriend probably wouldn’t approve. Only 3 more days until he returns from that damn mission. You shook your head to yourself and sunk into your seat. Should I tap his shoulder and tell him straight up that I’m not interested? you thought to yourself. Deciding it was best to do it in order to avoid any more awkward encounters, you went to gently tap his shoulder and assure him you had a boyfriend. But before you could, the bell rang and everyone stood up and funneled out of the classroom.

Jacob stood up from his seat and picked up the books on your desk, “I’ll carry your books to your car, m’lady.”

You awkwardly smiled at his pure intentions, “Um-thanks.”

He followed you out to the school parking lot, and the two of you searched for a black BMW. Alfred decided to take it upon himself to drive you to and from school way back in freshman year, but he had never been late before. You worried for a brief moment before checking your phone to see a text message from the man himself.

I’m very sorry, Miss. Y/N, but I will not be able to pick you up from school today. Master Bruce has requested that I help with the surveillance of the most recent mission. You can call for a taxi, and once you get home I will repay you the money.

Alfred always types out the longest of text messages, and you laughed whenever he sent a paragraph to you about where the car is parked or asking what you would like from the grocery store.

“So….no ride coming?” Jacob awkwardly bounced up and down on his heels.

“No, I guess not,” you smiled. Before you could tell him that you would call a taxi, he spoke quickly.

“Great! I’ll give you a ride home, then.”

“You really don’t need to,” you tried to decline his offer, preferring a taxi or Uber rather than an extremely awkward ride home with the teenage boy.

“Nope. I do. Come on,” he carried your books to a silver car and put them in the backseat. He gently removed the backpack from your shoulder and put it next to the books. Then, he opened the passenger door to allow you to get inside. He was being awful chivalrous, which was kind, but it still made you uncomfortable. You almost felt as if you were leading him on, but then decided to speak your mind after he drove you home. It would definitely avoid a tense car ride.

Jacob pulled up to the Wayne Manor, then put the car in park. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, clearly hesitating to ask you something.

You didn’t want to wait around to hear what it was. “Listen, Jaco-”

Before you could talk, he smashed his lips against yours and put his hand around the back of your hair. You attempted to pull away, but he pushed your head closer to his. Finally you pushed him off of you, furious at what he had done.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” You yelled at him.

He blinked a few times, confused, “What?”

“What?! You practically attacked me! I don’t even know you! I have a boyfriend!” You threw your arms in the air, bewildered and upset.

“Oh come on, we both know that I’m way better than whoever your boyfriend is,” he snarled, “I know you want it.”

You scoffed at him then opened the door to get out, but he grabbed your arm, “Wait-” he tried to stop you, but you broke out of his grip. You slammed the door and angrily marched towards the steps of the manor.

“Your backpack!” he yelled from the window.

“Forget about it! Fuck you!” you didn’t bother to turn around and continued to walk towards the manor.

He turned his car into the driveway and threw your books and book bag out of the window, and into a puddle of water from the rainstorm the day before. You turned to see your stuff soaked in dirty water, and your math papers destroyed. Holding back tears, you turned away and walked into the front doors, slamming them behind you.

This caused Tim to turn around from the TV and look at you. He had stayed home sick from school, and elected to watch HGTV shows instead. Springing up to his feet and dropping his blanket, he hurriedly walked towards you to ask what had happened. It would be a bad idea to tell anyone in this family, because even though Jacob was a cunt, you didn’t want to see him get beaten to a pulp. So you ignored Tim’s questions and sulked up the stairs with him following closely behind you. “Y/N-” he whispered sadly, as you slammed the door to your bedroom behind you.

The next morning, the sun shined brightly in your eyes, causing you to groan and pull the pillow over your head. You felt the pillow being pulled from your face, and saw Tims face, staring back down at you. “Y/N. Look, I understand if you don’t want to talk about whatever happened, but could you at least tell me who threw your backpack into the mud?”

You rubbed your eyes and sat up, looking at your adoptive brother. With a gentle pat on his shoulder, you assured him, “Don’t worry about it. Really,” you made your best attempt to change the subject, “Are you feeling better?”

Tim noticed you dodging the question, but felt defeated. “Yeah. I’m definitely going to school today,” he said, eyeing you.

You could hear that his nose was still stuffy and noticed how red his eyes looked, but you knew it would be useless to argue with him. The two of you got dressed and ate breakfast, and Alfred then drove you both to school. He offered you back the taxi money, but you gently shook your head, “No thank you.”

Tim was noticeably walking way too close, and constantly checking your facial expression to ensure that you were alright. You appreciated how much he cared, but were starting to get a little annoyed. As the two of you walked through the halls, you noticed how everyone was turning their heads to look at you. Two of the cheerleaders even stopped their conversation, to look you up and down. At first you thought nothing of it, until a random boy came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

You flailed for a moment, being lifted by a boy twice your size, and let out a screech.

“Me next! Me next!” the guy shouted, “Show Ricky what a bad girl you are! Are you as good at giving head as they say you are?”

Before you could elbow him in the face, Tim knocked the guy down and punched him in the face. You landed on the floor, sobbing as the entire school laughed at you. Once you looked up, past Tim pummeling the the asshole, past the cheerleaders, and past the security guards pushing through the crowds, you met eyes with Jacob, with a wide grin on his face. You knew what he did. And you knew what you needed to do.

It took 3 security guards, 4 of the biggest teachers, and 2 janitors to pull Tim off of the boy who grabbed his sister. Even when they all held him down at once, he was still giving them a run for their money. Eventually you both went to the office, then got sent home immediately. Bruce picked you up this time, and he was not as warm as Alfred would have been on the ride home. You and Tim sat in the backseat, sulking. Every once in awhile, you’d silently reach over and massage Tim’s knuckles, because you knew how sore they had to have been.

When you all got back to the manor, Tim immediately went down to the batcave to get his hands bandaged by Alfred. Bruce sat in the massive living chair by the fireplace, seemingly distracted by how he’s meant to react to his daughter getting attacked and how quickly Tim lost his temper. The house really was silent.

You snuck up to your room, and dialed your boyfriend. You knew you weren’t meant to call him on missions, because you always distracted him too much. But before the first ring could even finish, he answered the phone call.

“Hey princess,” his deep voice soothed your emotions.

“…hi,” You fought to hold back tears. You missed him so much.

“What’s wrong?!” His tone changed within seconds and you could almost hear his heart rate going up.

“Nothing….I just,” you started to cry, “I really really miss you, Jay.”

He stayed quiet for a moment, “Only two days,” he reassured you, “then I’ll be back. And you know what? We can watch your favourite movie and eat your favourite snacks- I’ll bring you back some candy from this place.”

“What place?”

“You know I’m not allowed to tell you until I’m home,” he sighed, “but maybe I’ll take you out to eat at that Italian restaurant you love so much…Alfonso’s?”

You smiled through your tears and played with the hem of your shorts, “I’d really like that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Jason’s end of the call was quiet again, but he finally spoke, “Something else is wrong, baby.”

You stayed silent.

“What happened? You know you can tell me anything.” You heard his voice tense up, “Did someone hurt you?”

“Not exactly.”

“What do you mean by that?” He suddenly got worried.

“Jason I promise I would never ever cheat on you. You know that. This guy at school told everyone I had sex with him. Tim and I were walking in the hall-and-and- this guy- he just grabbed me…I-he,” your voice trailed off as you began to cry again.

Jason stayed quiet, but you could hear his heavy breathing.

“Please say something. Oh, Jay…please talk to me,” you begged through your tears.

“I’m coming home right now.” Then he ended the phone call. You threw your phone across the room and began to sob. He sounded so angry, but you couldn’t tell if it was towards you or the boy. Bruce barged into your room, his eyes wide in panic. You looked up at him, but then quickly away, ashamed.

He swiftly sat next to you on your bed and wrapped his arms around you as you cried gently into his shirt.

You heard a loud banging, waking you up. You sat up to look at your alarm clock; 2:46 a.m. The rain was pounding against the glass window, so you just assumed the storm was causing the loud noises. Again, you heard a loud bang, but then a booming voice coming from downstairs. You hastily grabbed an old baseball bat that Dick once gave you for moments exactly like this one, and you ran to see what was happening.

Instead of being met by a criminal, Jason was standing in the middle of the entrance room, drenched in rain. Water was dripping from his hair onto the marble floor. Alfred stood next to him in a robe, trying to calm him down. Bruce and Jason were arguing, loud enough to wake people up on the other side of Gotham. When you stepped down the stairs, they all stopped to look at you. Jason dropped his duffle bag on the floor and opened his arms to you. Swiftly, you ran down the stairs and leaped into them, wrapping your arms around his neck and breathing in his cologne. He lifted you from the floor and squeezed you, unaware of his own strength. You didn’t dare complain; though. You longed for this hug for two months, now.

After what seemed like an eternity, Jason put you down and held your face, staring deeply into your eyes. “Princess, I need you to tell me exactly who this boy is, okay? Do you know where he is?” He spoke so gently, so sweetly, about something so terrible that he was about to do.

Bruce intervened by putting his arm between the two of you, “No, Jason,” he scolded.

Jason’s soft demeanor vanished and he became hostile, “Look what he fucking did to her! The fact that you have done nothing but sat on your ass since this happened doesn’t fucking surprise me,” he spat.

Bruce remained calm but you could see that the words bothered him, “You can’t go around killing teenagers, Jason.”

Jason narrowed his eyes, “Joker did.”

Bruce’s eyes grew, then he shut them tightly, shaking his head. “Alright. As long as you don’t kill him,” Bruce demanded.

Jason hesitated, before nodding. Then he looked back at you, and his face was filled with a terribly sad emotion. Not anger. Not frustration. It was guilt.

He planted a kiss on your forehead, then took your chin into his hand, gently pushing it upwards to look at him, “I’ll be right back.” He then took a chocolate bar out of the pocket of his jacket and put it in your hand. Before you could say anything, he was walking out of the door and into the storm.

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#jason todd #redhood #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #jason #red hood #batfamily #batman #batfam #batboys #batman comics #jason todd x y/n #bruce wayne #tim drake #tim drake imagine #dc #dc comics #angst

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elementalwriter67 · 6 years ago

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The Void Chapter Ten

Pairings: (Eventual) Jason Todd x Reader

Word Count: 5072

Chapter One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine

A/N: (Y/F/I)= your first initial (Y/S/I)= your second initial

Summary: The Void is a hellish place filled with screams that echoed throughout the place at all the hours of the night, and where pain is a very close friend. You’ve spent your entire life in the Void, having been there since you were ten and you’ve just recently gotten a new cellmate… Who’s a little more hopeful than you are that either of you are going to make it out of this place alive. Though you have to admit that maybe his hope is rubbing off on you because you slowly find yourself hoping that the two of you do get out of here.

~Downtown Gotham City~

~Early morning hours of the next day~

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Stephanie muttered as she stared across the street at one of Gotham’s many hospitals. The others were standing beside her with equal looks of disbelief on their faces as they watched people come and go.

“Nope, this is the address that Barbara sent us,” Tim told her as he looked up from his phone at the hospital. A moment of silence followed his statement as the others all pulled out their phones and triple checked that they had gotten the right location.

“Well, maybe she found the wrong address.” Stephanie offered utterly confused as to why they were looking at a working hospital rather than at an abandoned building like they had expected.

“Ha, yeah you go ahead and tell her that I’ll have Alfred ready on standby for when she’s done with you,” Dick commented as he walked up to the edge of the roof pulling out a pair of binoculars. Behind him, Damian tsked moving to stand beside him.

“Perhaps Brown is right, maybe Gordon found the wrong address I highly doubt a hospital would secretly be torturing people,” Damian stated with an annoying amount of confidence.

“No she found the right address, it’s the same one that I found. What probably happened is the old facility was torn down and this hospital was put in its place.” Tim said as he looked up from his phone and squinted at the hospital before looking back down at his phone. “My guess is that after they lost funding they moved locations and set up shop somewhere else.” He continued as his thumbs flew across his phone causing the others to sigh.

“So that means we’re back at step one again.” Stephanie’s voice was full of annoyance as she glared at the hospital. She had really been hoping that this was it, that this was the big breakthrough that they had all been looking for. They had already found more information here than they had in any of their other searches, that in any of their other leads so to have this one slam against the same wall as before was more than a little annoying.

“Not necessarily. I still want to investigate the hospital, see if anyone here knows about what was there before the hospital and if anyone knows anything about the Void.” Dick said as he turned and walked back to them.

“Right now?” Stephanie asked and he shook his head.

“No, but later today either I’ll come back later in civilian clothes and see what I can find. As for right now, right now we’re all going to go back to the Manor and get some sleep.” Dick stated and he was met with almost immediate protest but he ignored it as he heard them all towards the other side of the roof to head back to the manor. They would thank him later when they weren’t dead on their feet from exhaustion like they had been for the past couple of weeks.

~Later that day~

“Sir we have a problem.” A guard stated as they walked through the door of the Doctor’s office. The doctor looked up from his paperwork, the latest test results from subject 312469-(Y/F/I)(Y/S/I)-IM and subject 432675-JT-TBD, with an annoyed glare on his face. He had expressly told them that he was not to be disturbed under any circumstances other than another attempted break out and this hardly looked like an attempted break out.

“What?” The doctor bit out at him and the guard paled slightly as he squared his shoulders and looked the doctor in the eye.

“One of the Wayne kids was spotted entering the hospital sir.” The guard informed him and the glare on the doctor’s face dropped to a deadpanned look as he stared at the guard.

“So? Perhaps they’re just coming in to see where all that money they give us from that Marth foundation of theirs is going, or they’re visiting a family member, either way, this is hardly important now leave.” The doctor ordered returning to his paperwork. When he didn’t immediately hear the door close behind the guard he looked up again the annoyed look back on his face as he glared at the guard.

“I said leave.” The doctor growled and the guard stood up a little straighter, at least the man had the decency to look scared at the moment.

“There’s more sir.” The guard said and the doctor sighed dropping the paperwork on to his desk in favor of reaching up and pinching the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes.

“Are you going to keep me here in anticipation guard or are you actually going to tell me what it is sometime today?” The doctor responded and the guard shifted nervously before clearing his throat and standing completely still.

“The Wayne kid is asking questions about the building's history sir. They’re also asking if anyone has come in recently fitting the description of the man who just recently tried to escape.” The guard informed him and the doctor immediately froze. For a long tense moment, the doctor was completely still with his eyes closed and fingers still pinching the bridge of his nose before his eyes finally snapped open and locked on to the guard who shifted uncomfortably.

“And you’re sure that this is a Wayne child?” The doctor asked as he dropped his hand to his desk and the guard nodded.

“Stephanie Brown sir.” The guard said and the doctor nodded. His only solace was the fact that it wasn’t one of the older ones. Dick Grayson or Kate Kane or even Bruce Wayne himself would have been tricky to deal with but a little girl who went around trying to play in the big leagues was nothing compared to them and also easily handled.

“Send some men over to Scarecrow I want him taken care of, I don’t care how just get rid of him we can’t have him spilling any more of our secrets to the rest of the heroes. As for the Wayne girl, is she still in the building?” The doctor asked and the guard nodded.

“Yes, sir the nurses are keeping her occupied on the first floor at check in.” The guard answered and the doctor nodded as he stood up from his desk a smile appearing on his face as he walked towards the guard who stepped out of the way.

“Well, then we don’t want to keep the poor girl waiting, do we? Have the nurses page me and tell her that I’ll be down in a moment to answer any questions that she has.” The doctor ordered and the guard nodded pulling out his phone and calling the nurses station as he followed the doctor out of the room and to the elevator bank.

“It’s done.” The guard stated as they arrived at the elevators and the doctor nodded once.

“Excellent. Keep an eye on subjects 312469 and 432675, if a Wayne child is here I suspect those two have something to do with it.” The doctor ordered as he stepped onto the elevator and the guard nodded saluting the doctor as the doors slid closed.

~Stephanie’s P.O.V~

“Miss Wayne if you will please just have a seat the doctor will be with you in a moment.” The nurse at the front desk stated her tone exasperated as she urged Stephanie to go sit down for the seventh time already. Stephanie remained standing at the desk with a practiced pleasant smile on her face and her crossed arms resting on top of the notepad she’d brought with her.

“But why can’t you answer my questions? I just want to know a few things.” Stephanie pressed her voice slightly pleading as she bent her knees slightly so that it looked like she was begging the nurse to answer her questions. The other nurse at the desk sighed heavily and fixed an annoyed glare on Stephanie, internally Stephanie smiled slightly.

“Miss we have other people here who actually need our help, so if you would please go sit down and wait for the doctor he will be with you in just a moment.” The other nurse stated her voice firm and full of annoyance. Stephanie opened her mouth to protest but the nurse pointed with her pen towards the chairs pressed against the back wall and Stephanie sighed, taking the hint she sent them a fake smile before going to sit down. The nurses shared a look when her back was turned before getting back to work.

Stephanie dropped down into a chair her eyes scanning the staff and patients as they walked past looking them over to see if any of them were carrying anything not trusting a single person that walked past. Luckily she wasn’t waiting long though because a couple of minutes after she had sat down an elderly looking man wearing a lab coat and glasses walked up to her.

“Miss Wayne, I’m doctor Roberts I was told that you had some questions for me about the hospital.” Dr. Roberts said as he held out his hand for Stephanie to shake which she did as she stood up from her seat offering him a polite smile.

“That would be correct. I’m doing a project for school about the history of this area of Gotham and I was just wondering if this building had any special history.” Stephanie told him as she let go of his hand pulled her pencil out from where she had stashed it in her ear holding up the notebook where she’d scribbled down some of the things that Barbara had told her.

“Ah, may I ask what class this is for?” Dr. Roberts asked and Stephanie kept up her polite smile.

“History of Gotham class, so will you answer my questions? I promise this will be quick.” Stephanie promised him and Dr. Roberts was silent for a moment before nodding and turning around to look at the nurses' station.

“If anyone needs me I will be in my office answering miss Wayne’s questions.” Dr. Roberts told them and the two nurses nodded their eyes landing on Stephanie giving her a dirty look. A look that Stephanie returned full force, neither of them seemed phased by her look which annoyed Stephanie slightly but her polite smile was quick to return when Dr. Robert looked back at her.

“Would you please follow me miss Wayne, it’ll be easier to answer your questions in my office,” Roberts said and Stephanie nodded her grip on her notebook tightening.

“That sounds like an excellent plan Dr. Roberts, thank you so much,” Stephanie said and Dr. Roberts nodded giving her his own polite smile as he turned and motioned for her to follow him.

Stephanie waited until they got past the prying eyes of the check-in desk before clicking the hidden button on her pen turning on the hidden camera in the necklace she was wearing and the mike in the pen itself. As she followed Dr. Roberts she looked around, looking around as closely as possible without slowing down. Everything appeared to look like normal things that you would find in a hospital. Nurses were caring for patients, a few patients were walking through the hall with the aid of their IV drip and a nurse and a few of the patients even smiled at Dr. Roberts as they walked past, other doctors nodded to him as they passed. There wasn’t a single thing that looked like it was out of place and there wasn’t a single person that didn’t look like they belonged here so why was it that Stephanie still found herself being suspicious of the place. There was more than enough evidence to prove that there was nothing out of the ordinary going on here with the patients or with the doctors, and yet she was still unnerved. Unnerved by Dr. Roberts who seemed to put together for a doctor, unnerved by the nurses at the front desk who she was pretty sure wanted nothing else than to call security on her and kick her out of the hospital, unnerved by the split second looks she would get from the doctors and nurses that they passed that she couldn’t fully catch before they were gone. Subtle things that unnerved her but all had a rational reason to be the way that they were. The nurses were probably coming off of a long night shift and were just annoyed with a student coming in to ask unnecessary questions, doctors and nurses wondering why there was a girl with a notebook following after the doctor, and Dr. Roberts was probably just starting a shift. So why was the rationality behind everything not enough to settle the unease worming its way through her stomach.

“Right in here Miss Wayne.” Dr. Roberts said as he pushed open the door to his office and stepped to the side. Stephanie pulled herself from her thoughts as she smiled at the doctor as she walked past him and into the room. Dr. Roberts paused for a moment in the doorway eyes locking on a nurse standing a couple of feet away, the nurse nodded once before pulling out her phone while Dr. Roberts stepped into his office.

“So miss Wayne what questions do you have for me?” Dr. Roberts asked as he stepped into the room closing the door behind him.

~Elsewhere~

“Alright, the doctor has the Wayne girl in his office. I want a full sweep of the waiting room and the path that they took to his office.” The head guard ordered as he shoved his phone back into his pocket looking up at the CCTV feed of Dr. Roberts office watching as the doctor took a seat and as the Wayne child spoke.

“What are we looking for sir?” One of the tech guys asked and the head guard glanced away from the feed to look at him.

“Anything and everything, cameras, microphones, Wayne tech, Bat-tech, all of it. If she left anything in the waiting room I want to know about it and I want it destroyed as soon as possible.” The head guard ordered and the tech guy nodded tapping away on his keyboard. The head guard looked up at the CCTV feed glancing away from the screen that showed Dr. Roberts office and at the CCTV feed of your cell looking at yours and Jason’s forms lying on your bed.

“What about subjects 312469 and 432675 are they still asleep?” The head guard asked as he watched the two of you. Neither of you moved but that didn’t stop him from paying close attention to what the two of you might be doing, you’d attempted to escape two weeks ago and he needed to make sure that neither of you was planning another escape. The last thing they all needed was for you to get the fire back inside you, you’d caused enough trouble way back when they didn’t need a repeat especially not with the Wayne’s poking around or a Wayne in the cell with her.

“Yes sir, would you like us to wake them up?” A guard standing by the door asked and the head guard looked over his shoulder at him a musing look on his face.

“Once the doctor is done with the Wayne girl go and wake them up, I’m sure the doctor will have something planned for them.” Head guard stated and the one by the door nodded before falling silent as the head guard turned his attention to the other feeds.

~Back to Dr. Roberts’ office~

“Do you know when this building was built?” Stephanie asked as she jotted down the answer to the last question while simultaneously making sure that the mike was pointed towards the Doctor at all times.

“I would say sometime after world war two.” Dr. Roberts answered and Stephanie nodded writing that down.

“And do you know what building was here before this one by any chance? Or if there was a building here before the hospital was built?” Stephanie asked and Dr. Roberts gave a tired little sigh as he leaned back in his chair reaching up and rubbing his bearded chin as he looked at her. For a long moment, he was silent and Stephanie almost thought that maybe he hadn’t heard her, from the looks of him she wouldn’t find it that hard to believe that he had some hearing problems.

“No, I can’t say that I know what was built here for the hospital. I’m afraid that I didn’t grow up around here or in this city for that matter I only came here because they were looking for someone to run the hospital and I was the most qualified.” Dr. Roberts told her and Stephanie nodded her mouth pursed as she looked back down at the piece of paper, jotting down his answer and writing the word liar at the end of it.

Like Stephanie had said the questioning hadn’t taken long at all, in fact, they had only been in here for a few minutes and they were already done the doctor having been surprisingly forthcoming with the answers. Something that Stephanie had noticed immediately, she��d also been able to pick up on the fact that ninety percent of the time Dr. Roberts had been lying about his answers. Though to be fair at first she hadn’t been able to pick up on the tells, he was very good at hiding them, but all it took was paying a little more attention and then you would be able to notice the way his eyes darkened when he told a lie. And the way that the corner of his mouth would twitch with a lie or the slight shift of his eyes away from Stephanie as he looked towards the door like he expected someone to walk through the door at any moment. Clicking the pen off she set it down on the notebook, it was still very much recording, and smiled at the doctor.

“Well Doctor Roberts that’s all I have for questions right now, thank you so so much for answering them this will really help with my project,” Stephanie said as she smiled at the doctor who returned her smile standing up. Stephanie stood up with him, the pen sliding off of her notebook and landing on the floor with a soft clatter.

“Dang it, I’m so sorry, I swear usually I’m not this clumsy,” Stephanie said referring to the five other times that she had dropped the pen during their conversation, trying to make it seem like this was something that happened all the time. Crouching down Stephanie picked up the pen with the mike slipping a similar looking pen out of her sleeve at the same time. Quick as she could Stephanie pushed the pen with the mike towards the shadows of the desk hiding it in front of it before she stood up with the non-miked pen and a small smile on her face.

“It’s no problem miss Wayne I’ve been a victim to butterfingers before I quite understand. Would you like me to walk you out?” Dr. Roberts asked as the two of them shook hands and Stephanie shook her head dropping her hand to her side.

“No, I think I’m capable of getting back to the main desk rather easily thank you though, I don’t want to keep you from your work any longer,” Stephanie said and Dr. Roberts nodded following Stephanie out of the office at the very least.

“Well, then Miss Wayne have a good day.” Dr. Roberts said and Stephanie smiled at him.

“You too Doctor Roberts,” Stephanie responded as she walked away from the doctor taking the same route back as they did to get to his office. She waited until she rounded a corner to look over her shoulder and make sure that the doctor hadn’t followed her and when she found that he hadn’t she sighed in relief. Before returning to her walk back to the main entrance.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Stephanie apologized when she bumped shoulders with a red-headed nurse an apologetic smile on her face, a smile that the nurse happily returned.

“Don’t worry about it sweetheart, just be careful next time we don’t want you ending up in one of these beds here do we?” The red-headed nurse asked and Stephanie nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, that would be really bad, anyways so sorry about walking into you. Have a good day!” Stephanie called over her shoulder as she hurried away, missing the red-headed nurse’s reply.

Stephanie waited until she had gotten a few blocks away from the hospital and had taken as many confusing turns as she could just in case anyone from the hospital had followed her. Though she thought it unlikely considering it was a hospital but there was something about the place that unnerved her and she was unable to shake the feeling until she was more than four blocks away. Ducking into a random coffee shop she stood in line pretending to be getting ready to order coffee as she reached into her pocket pulling out a folded piece of paper. A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she opened the folded piece of paper, Tim’s plan had actually worked and she couldn’t believe it. Now all they had to do was wait and see what happened.

~The Void~

“Subject 312469! Wake up!” A guard shouted as he banged on them with a heavy fist startling both you and Jason awake. You jerked awake your body moving on instinct shoving against the hard warm substance pressed against her, catching the person off guard and sending them tumbling to the ground.

“Ouch!” Jason groaned loudly from where he was currently laying on the floor but you ignored him climbing up on to your feet your legs shaking from the effort of it all as you leaned heavily against the wall and stared at the door.

“Subject 432675 stand up and back away from the door!” The guard shouted again as he glared down at Jason through the door. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment as you quickly glanced down at Jason to make sure that he was ok and then back at the guard who was now wearing an annoyed look.

“Subject 432675 move it! Now!” The guard ordered again as he glared at Jason who grumbled something before he grabbed a hold of the side of the bed and pulled himself up.

“Alright, alright, I’m going calm the fuck down,” Jason grumbled as he stood up, moving so that he was standing in front of you. You stared unashamedly at Jason’s back for a solid second surprised by the fact that he had moved to stand in front of you so quickly, your surprise however quickly turned to annoyance as you glared at him. You were the one who was supposed to be protecting him not the other way around, though you would be lying if a small part of you wasn’t touched by that fact.

“What are you doing?” You hissed at him. At this point, you weren’t sure if Jason was just stubborn or stupid with how much he seemed to fight against the doctor’s rules.

“Protecting you, what does it look like I’m doing?” Jason hissed back not turning his head to look at you as he seemed to enter a glaring match with the guard.

“Well, it looks like you’re trying to get yourself killed idiot.” You hissed right back peering around his arm as best you could to see the guard standing there with their jaw clenched and eyes ablaze. That was not the type of look you wanted to see on a guard.

“Subject 432675 step out of the way now of I will be forced to move you. Subject 312469 please step forward and turn around.” The guard ordered and you wished Jason had the common sense to do as he was told and move out of the way instead he stood up straighter and shifted so that more of you were hidden from the guard making it near impossible for you to see. You went to try and walk around Jason but his arm shot back and his hand pressed against your side stopping you from moving out from behind him.

“No. Why do you want her?” Jason shot back his voice calm and he would have seemed relaxed if it wasn’t for the fact that you were standing right behind him and you could see how tense his back muscles had become. The guard sneered at him as he opened the door and stepped into the room, there were at least five other guards standing outside none of them trusting that the two of you weren’t planning another escape.

“Subject this is your last chance to move or else you will be hurt.” The guard warned him and Jason tensed his jaw clenching as he stared the guard down not at all intimidated by him.

“No,” Jason growled standing up a little straighter glaring the guard down. The guard stared him down for a couple of seconds before a large sinister looking smile spread across his face and you were quick to grab Jason’s arm.

“Jason, don't. You just got your stomach cut open you can’t do this right now.” You hissed at him trying to move him out of the way but your legs shook even more when you stopped supporting yourself on the wall and you were forced to use the wall for support again before you fell over.

“Last chance subject step aside or be moved aside.” The guard warned him but Jason remained where he was glaring at the guard. Jason took a step forward his jaw clenched and hands balled into fists.

“Fuck you.” Jason spat out and the guard was moving before either of you could react and then suddenly Jason was thrown on to his bed slamming against the wall. A rough groan escaped him as he fell down heavily on to the bed but the guard wasn’t done with him yet. The guard grabbed him by his arm and roughly yanked him up on to her feet before punching him in the face causing him to stumble backward. Jason spits blood out of his mouth and took a step forward throwing a punch of his own the guard caught it and punched him in the stomach right where the wound was, the reaction was almost immediate. Jason doubled over in pain his arms wrapping around his stomach as he bit back a cry of pain and dropped to his knees, blood started to bloom on his bandages as he knelt there coughing.

“Aw now look at what you made me do, you made me go and break open the doctor's sutures.” The guard mocked him as he glared down at Jason the guard sending a swift kick to his side sending him sprawling on to his side. Jason spit out blood as he climbed back onto his knees and then up on to his feet the guard laughing as he watched Jason climb back up on to his feet.

“Leave him alone! You wanted me so just take me! Leave him alone!” You shouted pushing yourself off the wall and stumbling towards the guard crashing into him but you were so small that he didn’t even flinch he just shoved you off of him and you stumbled back. Your legs gave out on you and you dropped to the floor with a small cry of shock.

“Stay out of this girl.” The guard growled as he kicked at Jason again. Jason was prepared for this though and he caught the man's foot and shoved it back suddenly fueled by a powerful anger as he grabbed a hold of the guards other anger and yanked his foot out from underneath him before he could recover. Climbing up on to his hands and knees Jason crawled over the man pulling his fist back and punching him in the face a snarl on his face. He got two punches into his face before the guards out in the hallway ran into the room pulling Jason off of the guard. Jason acted like he hadn’t just pulled all of his stitches as he kicked and struggled against the guards snarling at the guards.

“You stay away from her! Do you hear me!” Jason shouted struggling against the guards kicking his feet out and hitting the guard he had knocked to the ground square in the chest with more force than any of them had predicted.

“Stop! Let him go! Leave him alone! I told him to do it! I told him to attack the guard it was my fault! Leave him alone!” You shouted trying to get back up onto your feet but a guard kicked you out of the way and you grunted as you fell to the ground as the guards dragged Jason back and away from you. He stopped struggling as they dragged him out of the room leaving you alone and you stared at them in horror. He’d just attacked a guard and so close after you’re guys escape attempt this wasn’t going to be good, you’d protected him from the worst of it but you weren’t going to be able to protect him from whatever was going to happen.

“Looks like it’s your lucky day bitch you’re not going to the basement for now.” The guard growled out as he stood up wiping the blood off his lip as he glared after Jason before stalking towards the door. He paused in the door before leaving turning around to face you a sneer on his face.

“Oh and if I were you, I would stop trying to protect him, the Red Hood can handle himself.” He stated before leaving the room, slamming the door closed behind him causing you to flinch as you stared at him.

“Red who?” You breathed out as you stared at the door in utter confusion as to what just happened.

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daedalusdavinci · 2 years ago

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ohohohoh. bestie im about to send you SO MANY CHARACTERS. lets start off easy tho. jason todd

moth im scared

send me a character and i will tell you my...

First impression

the first batman comics i ever read were during jasons robin era, so like, he was MY robin, yknow? and its ROBIN. you cant not love robin. jason especially was so full of light and hope, and later in, he also had this anger and sympathy for victims that had me jumping out of my chair and yelling at my roommate to come look at my new favorite character. i loved jason because he cared, so much. he was such a cute kid and he loved so much and so hard that he was willing to challenge batman over it. he believed in people and believed they had the capacity to change even when batman didnt but he also hated a system that allowed victims no justice. i loved jason from the moment i first laid eyes on him and nothing has made that change

Impression now

he is my absolute scrunkly of all time. hes everything to me.

Favorite moment

every single day i think about that panel of robin jason beaning henchmen with snowballs and sliding away while cackling madly. every. day. boy of all time.

Idea for a story

i want to write a story where death just doesnt stick to jason anymore, where the batarang to the throat did kill him and so did the jump off of that bridge and the bullet and all of these things and no matter what happens to him, he just pops back. but jason never tells people about these things. the narrative insists he cant. so i want to write something about scars you cant see. its something ive been chewing on for ages because everyone who knows me knows ive got a thing for doomed characters and tbh ive kind of been itching to sink my fingers into something more gory lately

Unpopular opinion

rhatos attempt to establish a better relationship between jason and tim, to me, is one of the worst and most egregious crimes rhato ever committed against jasons character specifically. every fic where jason and tim are close and jason comforts tim or adopts him or something is like watching someone with marshmallow-sticky fingers pick up your ps3 controller and start buttonmashing. i am convinced that only tim fans think that jason and tim would ever have a positive relationship

Favorite relationship

my favorite jason relationship of all time is platonic dick and jason, tbh. their relationship means a lot to me personally for a lot of reasons that im not going to get into but i also just feel like dc set up so much potential for them in the preboot that never got followed up on, and is getting ignored even now. post utrh, preboot, i think the person jason held in the most regard was dick, and as much as i know how many problems there were in brothers in blood, its one of my favorite comics of all time. i also kind of feel like dick is the only person jason held in any kind of regard. any other jason relationship i care about is usually based almost entirely off of n52 bullshit (not great) or fanon (maybe worse). its slim pickins out here.

Favorite headcanon

im dying on the aro jason hill. i reallyf ucking am. im so serious about this. i made a power point on it, thats how serious i am. i cited my sources and everything.

#asks #ashysiashy

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nightwingswing · 8 years ago

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“Stalker”(Jonathan crane x reader x Jason Todd) Jason Todd ending.

Hello my little wiings!

Here it is ! Jay’s ending to the “Stalker” series! Tomorrow will be published Jonathan’s ending (with smut)

Im also working in a continuation to the “Sibling war”(waverider crew x reader) story and bew Batfam imagines and hc and also a Riddler imagine! so if you have any other propt for any villain or any character of Dc send me a message anytime!

Thank you to everyone who supported this story and the wonderful anon who suggested two ending for this story!

tags: @hamsterforlive @princessquinn33 @plethora-of-things

If you want to be tagged message me any time!

Part1 Part2 Jay’s ending (here!) jon’s ending [Sequel!]

Enjoy!

“Well birdie…looks like you are about to lose hahahahaha!!! This gives me so many memories! Ahh! To bad the big bad bat won’t come! ☹ But anyway…im sure you came for your little princess??? Ohhh you did hahahahaha!! The little robin is alone again!! Poor youuu! Too bad she doesn’t love you anyway!! Hahahahahaha” The joker laughed, over the blodies body of Red hood.

“ Fuck …you” Jason said.

“Good night!” The joker prepared for the last strike.

“BAM!”

Jason Todd Ending

Jason fired his gun, hitting the joker in the middle of his forehead.

The joker let escape a mad laugh before falling on the ground. A sick smile in his cold face as a little trail of blood escaped from the hole.

Jason kicked his body away and broke the door, seeing your sleeping face. He immediately calmed down, but his anger incremented as he saw The scarecrow sitting next to you.

“You fucker…” Jason seethed as Crane waked up.

“You…we thought I killed you….To bad, you’ll die soon.” Crane grabbed a knife and attacked Jason. Jason shoot him once. Crane attacked him, injuring his good arm making the gun fall on the ground. Todd kicked him on his knees making him fall, he kicked the knife away and hit cranes face repeatedly making him bleed trough his nose.

“that’s for (y/N)! that’s for all the civilians you killed! , This is for the children you experimented on, this is for my family and THIS IS FOR (y/n) AGAIN!!!!” After a extra strong punch Crane’s head hit the ground violently and got knocked out. Jason spited blood on the ground before running to you and disconnecting the blood transfuses and the machines.

“Oh god, (y/n) …wake up please! I can’t lose you! I can’t lose anyone else! Please!” Jason teared his domino mask off and hold your face in his bloodstained ones. He kissed you sweetly over and over again.

“(Y/N) PLEASE! PLEASE! Wake up don’t leave me…. You are my everything…my best friend…my lover…my soulmate…The only I trust enough with my feelings…I can’t lose anyone else! “he kissed your lips softly as his desperate hot tears fell on your cold cheeks. “(y/n) …..”

“J-Jay….” You opened your eyes softly, your mouth dry and voice raspy from the screaming. “Jay..” Jason smiled at you as he hugged you hard.

“(y/n)��oh god….you’re okay…everything is going to be ok…” Jason’s breath felt hot in the skin of your neck as his hug felt comfortable and heavenly.

“Jay….im sorry…I shouldn’t have….i shouldn’t have come!” You sobbed on Todd’s chest as he tried to calm you.

“Shhhh, it’s okay….we took care of it…Gotham’s safe again…” Jason carried you bridal style out of the facility, as he went out Kory and Roy entered the labs.

“Everyone has reunited?” Jay asked.

“Yes, everyone is waiting outside. The rest of the league joined in the last fight.” Roy answered.

“Take care of Crane, if I see his face I shot him.” Jason started walking away holding you close. “ oh, and the body of the joker is rooting in the entrance!”

“What.” Roy said.

“Does that mean I can blast the crow of scares? he hurt my friend!” Kori said.

“uh…maybe a bit, yeah a bit” Roy said as they walked to the lab.

///*\\\

Jason got out of the labs to see his allies, friends, and …ugh…family.

“Jason! How is she??” Dick ran to him to see if you needed medical attention.

“She’s okay…”

“My god! Jay your hands! You face! “ Dick said.

“Not my blood”

“Who is it. “ Batman, who had recently joined their fight said.

“Crane’s…and joker’s”.

“The joker was here?” Superman asked as Roy came out of the lab with Crane’s unconscious body and Kori with joker’s bloodied, cold corpse whose she let fall from her flying position to the ground in a loud splash.

“He’s dead btw.” Jason said nonchalant as he passed them to let you in Roy’s car. “Now take Crane out of my sight before I shot him ten times.”

"What? JASON!" Batman yelled. Jason let you in the passenger seat and drive home where he showered you, dressed you in your pajama and prepared your favorite to eat. Late that night Jason cuddled you apologizing for not acting before…for letting you get hurt. You tried to smile at him and cuddled him.

“It’s not your fault…” Jason hugged you and hide his face in your neck, smelling your calming scent.

“I love you, (y/n).” Jason kissed your lips sweetly before falling asleep.

///*\\\

It’s been 4 months since what the press called “The Darkest months” . All the hero community united to put Gotham back to its feet.

“Starfire, Hawkgirl please put this in that roof”

“ Okay!” Kori smiled as she and Chayara flied the roof of a house to its place. Superman flied over them melting the joints with his X ray vision. The lanterns set away and got rid of the debris while Aquaman took care of putting out the fires and of re-construing the port of Gotham.

Batman and the Batclan, helped GCPD with the civilians. Wonder Woman with the Flash helped to put back together Gotham’s memorials. For the first time all the heroes helped in putting back the destroyed city, and for the months it took no villain, mobster or petty thief tried anything.

Jason had finally eliminated all the residual chemicals Scarecrow put in your system, with patience, love and caution Jason sewed back together your psychologic and physical health ,like you once did for him all those years ago. Bruce had months of not talking to Jason, angry at the fact that he had killed, on the other hand, Jason felt his revenge had been finished and now fought for what was right. You and Jason fell in love all over again after that adventure and Jason was very decided to not letting you go.

He had finally found someone he could trust with his life, someone he could be weak with , someone who would love him with his faults …Someone he could form a family with.

Tonight was the 8th anniversary of you first meeting and also of your first date. Jason put a blindfold on you and conduced you to the same secret place he showed you those years ago, this place was only yours…There he had set an small table with two chairs and a candle.

“Jay…?” A wide smiled took over your face as you looked at you romantic-that -acts-like-he’s-so-tough boyfriend and kissed him. He helped you sit and put the first dish he prepared for you when you two moved together.

After eating he smiled at you with his bad boy charm and gave you his helmet. You, confused took it , he told you to look inside. You got a little red velvet box and as you opened it Jason got on one of his knees. You realized when you saw the simple ring inside and tears started falling of your eyes.

“(Y/n) (l/n) I know im not the easier man to get along, nor the best boyfriend heck not even the best vigilante. But I love you, you make me a better man, you feel like I belong, you are my home. Since I meet you I knew there was something in you…something that told me that you were different. You would make me the happiest man on earth if you accepted this mess for a husband.” As Jason ended you had put the ring on your finger and tackled him, kissing his lips over and over again.

“I DO!, I do I do I do!!” You smiled at him as he kissed you passionately.

“Thank you.”

///*\\

It was a small wedding in that same roof. Just your family, Roy, Kori and jay’s family. He looked handsome with his black leather jacket, clean white shirt and black pants. You, on the other hand looked positively angelic in your medium length white dress with a red bow, your (h/c) hair free and natural and bouquet of red roses on your hand.

Jason smiled when he looked at you, you here the most beautiful view he had ever seen. He took your hand between his and kissed your nose.

Roy, officed the wedding for you as Tim was Jason’s best (or maybe bat?) man and Kori was your (how she called it ) Maid of brides. Lian with her cute red hood dress you had made for her carried the rings for you two.

After the ceremony Alfred with the help of the Batboys (and Bruce) prepared the dinner, and after Roy got a bit drunk with Dick and Babs had to put them in time out you and Jay came back to your home sweet home where you made love all night long.

Sinking in each others warm until the end of time.

The end.

Bonus!

Meanwhile in one of the darkest cells of Arkham and middle aged man grabed his head between his hands and talked to himself smiling crazily as h lived in his own world.

“Yes, of course my beautiful (y/n)! of course I’m happy we have Sam! You want another?? No problem my beautiful wife! Get out that pesky dress of you and let me make love to you!!!”

Suddenly a loud explosion and the man hit the wall violently as the wall of his prison blew up. When the smoke cleared the man eyes looked at his way to freedom, an evil smile made his way to his soft face.

“I’m coming, my love!” Yelled Jonathan Crane as he ran away of Arkham asylum.

Jason Todd’s ending - (Here)

Jonathan Crane’s ending ( here)

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xxmgdreamsxx · 8 years ago

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Lurk Much?

Hey guys this is my 1st imagine on tumblr. The reader is a batfam sis and dating Jason. Y/N is your name.

It was about 10 at the manor and things were going pretty slow. You felt like being a hermit and had spent the last few hours holed up in your room and catching up on Archer while eating a variety of diabetes inducing junk food. You were stroking your food baby with one hand while the other reached out to grab the last Milano cookie. Fuck. The bag’s empty. “UUGGGHHHHH”, you groaned over-exaggerating the situation. Whining, you got up from your bed and trekked to the kitchen to grab more food necessities. After stuffing your face with the last slice of Alfred’s quiche you grabbed a new bag of milanos and started walking back to your room. That is, until you saw your boyfriend Jason in the hallway- looking through a slightly opened door with an amused look on his face. You rolled your eyes and called out to him as you walked towards him, “Lurk much, Todd?”. Jason’s head snapped up to meet your face and he proceeded to immediately shush you “SHHHH!” You rolled your eyes again- “Ok Stalker McStalker what’s so interesting?” “SHHHH!!” he glared at you and wrapped his hand around your mouth while bringing you to face the crack in the door. “Ok dear god Jason I’ll be quiet” you whispered “what is i-” You said as you peered inside the room “Holy Shizzz!!” you excitedly whispered screamed as you saw what was happening. On the far side of the room was Bruce talking to, well flirting, with a woman, while pouring them both drinks. “Oh my god! I didn’t even know she was over! I haven’t seen Bruce do something about his love life in so long! The closest thing I’ve seen to him being on a date was when he awkwardly invited Selina to brunch after she nearly killed him, and that was five months ago!!” you gushed. Jason’s snickered at your immature excitedness and went back to watching the history that was being made in the room. You strained to hear what they were saying. “So Mr. Wayn-” “Oh just Bruce, please” “Mhmm Bruce, such a lovely name. Although not as lovely as the time i’m spending with you”. You and Jason were both losing it at this point. “OMG this is gooold, we need to be filming this” you told Jason. “Babe yess” Jason responded “fuck i don't have my phone- UUGHHH where’s Tim when you need him. I bet he has a freaking professional camera set and everything.” “What do I have?” Tim asked as he walked up to the two of you. “AAHH” you and Jason gasped and turned around. “Well speak of the nerdy devil” Jason retorted. “Hey!” Tim cried. “SHHHHHH!!!!!” you scolded them. “What’s going on?” Tim asked “What are you guys looking at?”. You and Jason both looked at each and nodded before grabbing Tim’s arms and pulling him close to you. “Tim if you look, you’ll never be able to go back.” you said dramatically. Jason leaned in really close and whispered in a super serious tone “All of thou’s innocence shall crumble and thou shall become a MAN.” “ok guys what hell, your actually creeping me out here- Tim said. “Look.” you exclaimed and shoved Tim’s face through the door crack. “O my god.” Tim deadpanned. “I know right?!!” you giggled. Jason wrapped his arm around Tim’s shoulder “ See little bro? You should take some notes here and maybe you can actually talk to a girl for more than 2 minutes without fainting in the future”. “Hey!” “Yeah Jason that’s not nice, he talked to Steph for a good FIVE minutes before collapsing.” “In my defense I was severely dehydrated” Tim added. “Ok everyone shut up and watch” you scolded. You could see Bruce and his mystery date standing up near the fireplace and things were getting pretty heavy. “So Bruce what shall we do now?” “Well we could- You could see Bruce responding and trying to look all manly and seductive while reaching his arm back to rest on the table, but.. he missed. His hand missed the table by an inch and he slipped. It was too much and you lost it. You shrieked “OH MAN HAHAHA”. You quickly realized what you had done but it was too late. Bruce’s head snapped up and his gaze met yours and the rest of his spying children. ‘shit!” Jason groaned. “oh my god” you fumbled “guys we gotta run” You screamed “RUN!!” The three of you took off and fucking sprinted as fast as you could. You could feel the energy coursing through you as you madly giggled and ran. As y’all were running you rambled“Oh my god guys maybe he didn’t see exactly who it was like i don't know hah guys i can't i just can't oh mY GOD FUCKING RUN! RUN!!” “Y/n”! Jason yelled at you through heavy pants “If Bruce couldn’t tell who it was he knows now because of yoUR SCREAMING!” “OH SHIT THAT’S RIGHT” you cried out. Still running, you continued “IM SORRY GUYS I JUST HAVE SO MUCH ADRENALINE RIGHT NOW LIKE I HAVEN’T FELT THIS ALIVE SINCE I ACCIDENTALLY DRANK TIM’S 5 HOUR ENERGY ESPRESSO SMOOTHIE!! AND I- that was the last thing you unintelligibly yelled, as you tripped and face planted on the floor. Jason and Tim hadn’t even noticed you fell behind until you cried out in your best old english accent “ My good lord help me! I have fallen!” Jason whipped his head back dramatically and ran towards you” My good lady, fear not! I am here to rescue thou!” He grabbed you bridal style and continued “Where to, fair maiden?” You put on a serious look “Hhmm, OOH I KNOW, TO THE KITCHEN GOOD SIR. WE MUST GATHER PROVISIONS TO LAST US A FORTNIGHT IF WE MUST HAVE TO HIDE FROM THE FEARSOME BAT.” By now you and Jason had caught up to the still running Tim and you yelled as you passed him “FAIR KNIGHT, WE MUST AWAY TO THE KITCHEN” Tim just followed y’all while muttering under his breath “these people have problems”. When you got there, the three of you grabbed all the food you could then barricaded yourselves in to the game room. “Ok” you said “We’ve locked the door so Bruce shouldn’t be able to get in even if he finds us”. “And I've found The Seed of Chucky” Jason said while holding up a dvd case “or well at least one of the Chucky movies. Dear lord knows which one it is. At this point they've made so many- like for fucks sake guys one sequel’s enough. “ OK Spielberg we get it. You hate sequels. Now shush and play the movie” you commanded. So there you guys were an hour later. Tim had turned off all the lights and you all had preceded to built a pillow fort that you were now snuggling in . All three of you were in a sugar coma induced state and were staring wide-eyed at the movie. “Bitch don’t go in” you told the person in the movie as they walked towards a door. The music was getting super suspenseful and you, Jason, and Tim were clinging on to each other not taking your eyes off from the screen. “she gonna die she's gonna die” Tim whispered meekly” The door was slowly being opened. The music was intense. Jason was clinging so tightly to your arm you thought it was gonna fall off. You could hear your heartbeat. The door creaked open. “Oh hey guys there you are!” “AAAAAAAHHHHHHH” you, Jason, and Tim screamed all at once. It. was. Dick. “ Sorry I scared you guys” Dick apologized. “ For the love of god man you gave me a heart attack” Jason glared at him “Also how the hell did you get in? I thought we locked the door?” “Well yeah that one but there’s another door right here” Dick said pointing behind him. “Oh my god were fucking idiots” you said staring at the door. “So anyway guys, Bruce is looking for you. I’m not sure why.” “ Nope. Nopeity Nope Noooope” you said. “Guys seriously I’m sure whatever is going on he won’t be that mad” Dick remarked. “ HEY BRUCE THEYRE IN HE- Jason quickly spoke in a spookily calm tone “Grayson if you tell him were here , I swear on my already dead soul I will tell everyone about the bikini incident.” Dick’s eyes just went really wide and he gasped “You wouldn’t dare” “try me.” Jason retorted as he kept his glare focused on Dick. Dick just stared at him back for a second before slowly walking out the door and closing it behind him. “Oh yeah Bruce they're not in there” you could here Dick say in the hallway ten seconds later and then the footsteps retreated and all three of you let out a collective sigh of relief. Sleep took over you pretty soon and you all fell asleep cradled in each others arms. Of course you didn't escape the day of judgment, as early the next morning you eventually had to see Bruce and he gave you a long talk about spying on other people and that privacy is to be respected. The entire time Tim was just blushing like crazy and staring at his feet while you were focusing in on a very interesting spot on the wall. Jason of course was unfazed, and only opened his mouth to ask Bruce if he “got laid”.

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avengerdragoness · 8 years ago

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Sentence Starter Masterlist

Batfamily:

Jason Todd:

“You deserve a world without this”

"Guns? Ha! Last I remember, you had string bean arms!"

“It’s not that funny.”

“I know you liked it when they were hitting on you.” "If you would do it I would like it better" "Wait, what" "What"

"If you're not there when this baby comes, I'm going to take that gun, and shove it so far up your--"

"open it" "can you say please?"

"real smooth, tripping over air"

"Alright guys time to play truth or dare"

"well, that was... interesting"

"where have you been"

“You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…”

“If you shove cake in my face this will be the worst wedding night of your life.”

“After everything you did, you’re asking ME to apologize for snapping at you ONCE?”

"I know I said I’d get up with the kid in the morning but I’m hoping you can’t tell I’m fake sleeping and hoping you will do it instead"

"It helps that my competition is attractive."

“I’d die for you. Of course, I’d haunt you in the afterlife but really, it’s the thought that counts.”

"I bet I could beat you in wrestling match"

“It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”

"Yeah, because fighting crime wearing the colors of a traffic light is soooooo stealthy."

“I met your parents and your mom was flirting with me. "

"I am not jealous, I'm territorial. Jealous is when you what something you can't have, territorial is protecting what is yours."

"Get over here, Jason 'Crush Me With Your Thighs' Todd!"

"ITS PLATINUM!!!"

"Wait, you're not a virgin? do you even stay awake long enough for sex?"

"you can't just go around killing people"

"So tell me: do all vigilantes lurk or is this just a part of your unique charm?"

"Am I really gonna be a father to an actual human being?"

"Put the water balloon down."

“You’re cute when you’re angry.”

Dick Grayson:

“I did a pregnancy test.”

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

"What do you mean I can't stay up until 4 am reading? You've stayed up later risking your life in a ridiculous costume!"

"If you sing that song one more time I will fight you"

“I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

"I swear to god if you don't get off the chandelier right now"

"love first of all if you're wearing that kilt to slag me off for me Irish heritage I'm not one fucking bit impressed and second KILTS ARE FUCKING SCOTTISH ugh but you do look the ride in it , i have to say wait there I'm posting a pic of it this gonna be great craic"

"IVE BEEN STANDING IN THIS SHOP FOR TWO FUCKING HOURS TRYING TO DECIDE BETWEEN SMARTIES OR SKITTLES DONT RUSH ME !"

“What do you want me to do with this?”

"You know you have to worst name ever"

"Where do you run off to every day?"

Tim Drake:

“Is there a problem?” “Is there a special reason, as to why you’re wearing my shirt?”

"No, nothing's wrong, I was just fangirling, carry on."

"You should know by know that if you leave your cape laying around, I don't care if it's for 'superhero business', I'm going to wrap it around myself like a blanket."

“You drowned my makeup in water so I used my key to scratch all of your video game discs.”

"stop it, stop whatever the hell your doing"

'please stop staring at that stupid computer and talk to me'

"You're not meeting my boyfriend, Tim, because I'd like to date him a while before my brother kills him."

“This is your twentieth cup of coffee are you trying to break a world record or something?“

"I found you passed out, face down in a pile of coffee cups, are you ok?"

"You have to be cheating! No one is that good poker!"

"There's nothing wrong with taking a break"

"You should really get out of the house more, I almost attacked you thinking you were a vampire. And no patrol doesn't count, get some sunlight."

Damian Wayne:

“Damn, when did y/n get hot?”

"We’re camping and you think you lost the kid but they’re napping in the tent and I’m not telling you yet so you watch them better next time"

"Damian, are you sure your dad is going to be ok with us sneaking a monkey into the Manor?"

“Before you decide to murder me, let me explain…”

“His ego is so visible; I can almost watch it grow.”

“When you love someone, you don’t just stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Especially then!”

“Do you ever follow directions?”

"dami ..I can't find my reading glasses have you seen them ?"

"I was trained by the masters of the League of Assassins and Ra's Al Ghul himself I DO NOT SING"

"we are not going to steal someone's dog"

"i'm allowed to be obssesed with you, im your husband"

"Why is there a deer in the mansion."

"I'm better at handling swords than you"

“So that’s why you’re always gone... you’re fighting crime in tights...”

"Wait... are you actually trying to stab me with a spoon?"

"Do I have to?"

"Don't worry beloved my family will love you, if anything I'm worried about them scaring you off"

Batfam:

"Not to point out the elephant in the room, but is that a literal elephant in the room?"

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CW DC:

Barry Allen:

"Cisco I don't need you to hit on them for me."

"I don't care how much a speedster needs to eat, you touch my food, and we're going to have a problem."

"everyone can tell you lover her, it's obvious"

“im NOT jealous, but he was flirting with you"

"I'm so sorry to disturb you but....I ran out of toilet paper"

Wally West:

"you like her, don't you!"

"I recognize that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it"

Oliver Queen:

"are you jerking off or did you just find another book?"

Mon-El:

"Are you really jealous of a dog?"

"Mon-El, stop trying to make me blush, you jerk!"

Winn Schott:

"Winslow Schott, you do *not* get to saw I'm 'crabby' right now. If I seem to be in a bad mood, it's because *someone* decided to drag all the way to the DEO, first thing in the morning before I had a chance to have breakfast, without actually giving me a reason!"

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DC (Other):

Billy Batson:

"I'll give you your precious hoodie back, if you say the magic word!"

"How hasn't Bruce Wayne adopted you yet?"

"So...what happened EXACTLY?"

"y'know when you sneak around like that to transform you look super shady right?"

"You snuck into my room in the middle of the night to tell me something that could've waited till morning, woke me up by tripping over a small pile of books, and almost broke the most expensive thing I own. Remind me again why I shouldn't immediately call the cops on my best friend?"

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Young Justice:

Wally West:

"I'd like to remind everyone to refrain from eating my food"

"I think you're just jealous cause you don't have magic powers! Or maybe you don't believe cause your so dependent on your precious science to explain everything!"

"I don't speak science, think you can translate for us non-nerds?"

Bart Allen:

"You can't keep blaming yourself for what happened to him"

"I'm from the past...I knew your cousin"

"We're about to die!"/"Comes with the job!"/”You're not helping!"

"You can't be serious"

"Hey, could you help me go over these case files-...you do not have a shirt on..."

"Who do i look like, Batman?"

"How are you always late?"

"Give me back my book!! You better not spoil it!!!"

"YOU CAN SING?!?!?!?!"

"You look good in yellow"

"I promise to tell you where your snacks went, if you promise not to get mad."

“are you sure about this”

"please don’t make me say it"

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Marvel:

The Avengers:

"oops they saw it, well surprise I guess!"

Peter Parker:

"Don't be such a nerd Parker, we need to keep this professional and intimidating."

"You're that Bug Boy Jamison keeps talking about"

"You're an arachnophobe?"

“You're gonna get me killed!"

"I dare you to kiss him."

"Explain your powers to me again"

"Could you just get me down from here?!"

"These aren't even quips! They're just bad puns!"

"I cannot believe you of all people got us detention! I always thought it would be me."

"There's no such thing as bad publicity!"

"So, what's up with BugBoy over there?"

Steve Rogers:

"When were you planning to let me know what happened?!"

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Voltron:

Shiro:

“I’m like 20% sure this plan will work. The other 80% means we could die horribly and violently, but honestly it’s a really solid plan.”

“You’re so determined to protect yourself and your feelings, but what about me?”

“How is my wife more badass than me?”

"i lost our baby"

“Are you hitting on me?”

"...Why did you throw confetti in my face?"

Lance:

“I’m starting an idiot jar. Any time you do or say anything idiotic, you have to put at least a dollar in it—more depending on how stupid the thing that you said or did was.”

"Please tell me you aren't washing a metal, mechanical, slightly magical lion with soap and water?"

“How did you even get that there?“

Keith:

"How in the world did I get you to like me back?"

“I thought it was a good idea at the time, but it now occurs to me that I was horribly wrong.”

“Oh my god! You’re in love with them!” "No, Dumb-ass I'm in love with you"

"I can't believe you talked me into this."

"Keith, I love you, you know I do, but *please* tell me you didn't actually jump out of an airlock to get your lion."

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

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Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid:

"i need you to breath in and out with me, this anxiety attack will pass, i......"

"I don't care what you think you know, Spence, I'm *not* ticklish!"

"God, I hate profilers! You can never keep a secret from one."

#sentence starter masterlist #masterlist #sentence starters

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snickletastic · 6 years ago

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Yesterday {Jason Todd x Reader}

warnings~ symptoms of ptsd, small mentions of rape and pedophiles and forms of abuse, serious topics that may be triggering if you suffer from ptsd. please tread carefully, love you guys so much

summary~ after a run in with the joker, jason has a small ptsd episode where the reader comforts him and sings him a song. yesterday

a/n~ im admittedly used to writing on lighter topics, but i decided to try my hand at writing something that we usually try to avoid about jason. i was laying on the couch listening to yesterday by the beatles last night, and this idea sorta just came to me. the run in with the joker part, though, was inspired by @avengerdragoness with their beautiful imagine, Still Yours. i hope that you guys like this, it didn’t take me long but it’s definitely more gentle and soothing than i usually write. love u guys!!! p.s i also just realized i posted this on national beatles day literally what are the chances!!!!

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Dating Jason presented troubles of its own. He would come home in the middle of the night half broken, he’d be on missions for weeks at a time, and perhaps worst of all, he put himself in danger for what he would say is the “greater good.” Every now and then, you would join him on his night patrol just to see what a regular evening would comprise of. Often it was just Jason beating up thugs or threatening low-lives trying to steal purses or break into cars. He’d never take you on the bigger missions involving criminal heads or mob bosses. It was still nice to see what he was up to on a regular night, though.

Jason was also never one for emotional sharing, he often distanced himself from his own emotions even before the accident; but especially after the day he was killed. It took him months to open up about it, and even then, he thought he was troubling you with his own personal problems. You never forced him to share details from that night, you knew how hard it was for him. He went to therapy a few times, but before he could start making progress, he’d quit with a dismissive, “that crap never works anyways.”

Some nights he would wake up crying, some nights he’d wake up screaming. Sometimes he would wake up and grab the nearest weapon, whether it’d be a lamp or the alarm clock. Eventually, he grabbed a knife in his sleep and started threatening the villain in his dream with it. Of course it scared you shitless, so he promised to keep no more weapons near the bed again.

When he’d wake up from the nightmares, you would sing him quiet lullabies or parts of slow songs and stroke his hair. At first, he thought it was embarrassing to be a grown man and still need a lullaby to fall asleep. You finally forced through that stubborn exterior of his and he eventually allowed you to sing to him more often. At least two times a week this would happen; he’d wake up from a nightmare, his breathing heavy and sharp, his forehead covered in sweat and his body trembling. You were never far behind him, being a light enough sleeper to notice when he’d jump awake. As soon as he sat up, you would sit up next to him, offering to hold him in your arms. He’d do so, and you would hum a song as he fell asleep once again.

One evening as he was out on patrol, you were relaxing and watching television on the couch. It was nothing you were interested in, but the noise was more comfortable than silence. Jason rarely texted you while he was on missions, although you wish he had. You were scrolling through your phone when you heard the window open and Jason climbing in. His helmet was half broken, exposing his right eye to the world. His jacket was cut up, and his cargo pants were ripped almost to shreds. He limped inside, holding his abdomen as if he had been stabbed. He came home hurt far more often than you appreciated, but never in this state.

Without a word, you stood from the couch and ran to get the first-aid kit in the bathroom. When you came back into the living room, Jason was sitting on the couch. His head was in his hands, and he was quietly whimpering. You slowly walked towards him before you realized he was crying. His helmet was discarded onto the floor next to him, and his jacket thrown over the lampshade next to the couch. The only light in the room glowed from the television, lighting up Jason’s figure just enough to see the tears on his face when he looked up at you.

“Oh...Jason,” you whined, pulling him into a hug. His head was buried into your abdomen as you stood in front of him with his arms wrapped around your legs. He gently weeped into your stomach, latching onto you as if you would disappear if he didn’t hold you hard enough.

“What happened?” You whispered as you ran your fingers through his jet black hair. Jason let you go, then looked at the floor, almost ashamed. You sat next to him and held his face, “You can tell me.”

“It was him. It was the Joker. I was taking care of some alleyway thugs when he came out of nowhere. He started attacking me, and,” Jason paused and looked away from you, his voice beginning to break, “I couldn’t even stop him. I just froze and let him attack me until Dick stopped him. What kind of hero am I if I can’t even defend myself from him? I’m a coward.” Jason said with guilt in his voice.

“Listen to me,” you gently scolded him, “Don’t you ever call yourself that. You are not a coward. You’re the bravest man I’ve ever known. I’ve seen you take down rapists and pedophiles and abusers. That man...” you paused and wiped a tear from his cheek, “He’s the real coward. Beating a defenseless teenager to death. You aren’t a coward. You’re traumatized. You had every reason to freeze up like that, and it doesn’t make you weak, it makes you human.”

Jason ran his fingers through your hair, “Thank you,” he said quietly.

“For what?” You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned back, bringing him down with you.

“For always being there for me.”

“Don’t be a dork. I’d be here for you whether you like it or not, it’s completely against your will,” you giggled in spite of the serious situation.

“Could you,” Jason groaned at what he thought was a childish question, “Would you mind singing? It’s always soothing.”

“Of course, baby.”

You now laid with Jason on the couch. Your right leg draped over his hip, your left entangled between his legs. With your right hand, you gently traced lines down his arm as your left was intertwined with his hair. His arms were wrapped around you, trying to pull you as close as physically possible, his head resting in the crook of your shoulder. You hummed a gentle tune to him as his tears began to dry.

"Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away..."

You stroked his hair while bathing in the tranquility of the apartment.

“Now it looks as though they’re here to stay...oh I believe, in yesterday,”

Your voice was smooth, even if some of the notes were off-key.

“Suddenly, I’m not half the man I used to be, there’s a shadow hanging over me. Oh yesterday, came suddenly.”

The light from the television continued to faintly light the room, the voices on it were at a low enough volume to not disturb your song.

“Why she had to go, I don’t know, she wouldn’t say,” your voice became quieter as the notes got higher, “I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday.”

Soon enough, Jason was sleeping soundly, wrapped in your arms as you were wrapped in his. There was nowhere either of you would rather be.

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