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[orbweaverspidergirl]

Jason Todd: Twin Sister Drabble

I always see Damian and twin reader, but what about Jason Todd and twin reader? 

Like imagine the angst

You and Jason were always together as kids, protecting each other, keeping one another safe. You loved your brother more than anything, and he you. Jason protected you, he took care of you, but he also taught you how to take care of yourself. 

Then, one day you decide to go and hijack this rich guy’s car. Only to be taken in hours later by said rich guy because he felt bad for you.

You liked it, and so did your brother. Of course, you were both suspicious, but you and Jay were fed and taken care of, and that was good enough for you!

Eventually, Jason became Robin, and you wanted to be one too! So, you began training together, fighting, investigating, etc. You were the Twin Robin’s. It didn't matter if you were at home, in the city fighting, at school.

Then, your brother goes missing. You can’t find him. You, Dick, and Bruce search for days and days. And then, you find out the Joker has him. The worst villain in Gotham has your twin brother, and you can’t even do anything. 

He’s dead. Your brother is dead. Your twin is dead, and you can't bring him back.

You almost kill the laughing man. You use the same crowbar he used on Jason. Batman has to pull you back, and for the first time in your life, you give the man you see as your father a look of hate. 

Batman still lets the Joker go free. He still lets him live. How could he? How could he deceive his own son like that?

You take on a new persona. The Twin Robins are no more. You become the Green. You use the same color scheme the Joker had to mock him. To let the man know how weak he is, how pathetic. You may not be allowed to kill him, but you’ll make him wish he’s dead. 

[orbweaverspidergirl]

The Four Times You meet Arkham Knight, and the One Time You meet Jason

summary: Your twin brother is dead, and he's not coming back. You know that, but when you see a man who acts just like Jason, you can't help but think of him.

tw: mentions of tranquilization (not on reader), guns, being knocked out, being threatened with a gun (not on reader), mentions of death, very brief mention of blood, reader feeling somewhat suicidal (not outwardly stated).

A/N: This is very angsty and I started crying towards the end of writing this. This is gender neutral! This is part 2 for the Jason Todd Twin Drabbles. Requests are open!

Tim Drake hurt you. He was a replacement for your brother, and yet, he didn’t mean to be. He was just a kid, just like you once were when starting out as Robin. He didn’t have good support, not from home, and especially not from Bruce. So, you became that for him, you took your grief and resentment, and you did your best to let it go. You would always love Jason, and you would always cry over him, but he’s dead, and you can’t change that. 

Once you started coming around for the kid, he was sweet. He rambled and was skittish, but you grew to love the boy called your brother. But he didn’t take the grief away from losing your twin. He never would. So sometimes, you would bring yourself out to a roof. His death would hit you the most after a patrol. Whenever you both finished the night, you would get something to eat. You would celebrate you both winning. You don’t celebrate anymore, so you would cry. You didn’t cry anywhere other than a roof, after a patrol. As a kid, no one saw you cry, only Jason. He was the only one allowed, and you kept it that way. Your mask was off, the green mantle you wore was in your hands, clinging on for dear life in the wind. 

That’s when you heard it over your loud sobs. Banging footsteps clashed on the roof’s surface, and you stood up. Your face drenched in tears and sweat from the fighting before. Before you was a man in a metal suit with the waist cinched in what looked like red camouflage. He wore heavy gear, and you looked up at him. He walked just like Jay did, and for a moment you imagine the random man as him. Tears flow from your eyes once more. 

“I’m, I’m so sorry.” You say, wiping the tears from your eyes. 

You feel him analyzing you, just like Tim does, and just like Bruce did all those years ago. “What for?” His voice is heavily modulated, you realize. It makes you suspicious, and you put your mask back on. 

“You just,” you take a heavy swallow, “You reminded me of my brother.” The words slip out of your mouth before you realize it. You shouldn’t have let that information be known, especially to a man that looks as dangerous as he sounds. 

“I’m sure your brother loves you.” You smile under the mask and let out a breathless laugh. 

“He did. He loved me very much.” You nod towards the man in respect. “Thank you?” You leave it in a question, waiting for his name.

“I’m no one. Not yet anyways.” Then, he’s gone, just like your brother. 

Eventually, you found out who “no one” was, and he was in fact, not a no one. “Arkham Knight” the new big bad of Gotham. Is Gotham the only place villains care to go too?? You sigh, as Batman flies to the bridge while you run, but Arkham Knight wasn’t your focus for right now, it was scarecrow. You see Gordon and his men in the distance, and you come to a stop.

While your father comes to a landing, you go up to the cop. He looks weary, and you could understand why. “Have you heard anything else, or is it still silent?” You ask the man, looking up at the building connected to the bridge. Batman walks behind you, listening on. 

“Nothing. We think there’s a skeleton crew in there, but they're not responding, and the facility is on lockdown.” You and the Bat share a look. 

“Green, I want you in there. Keep your guard up and be careful.” You nod towards your father, and your heart aches a little. He only started saying be careful when Jason died. He didn’t want to lose another kid, and even if you were mad at him for replacing your brother with Tim, you could never hate Bruce. You start a jog to the facility, and you bring out your tranquilizer gun, keeping a steady hold on it. You turn your head when you hear a loud “brr” sound in the distance. A helicopter flies in the air, and you furrow your eyebrows. 

“What the hell...” You mumble, and you turn your gaze to your father and Gordon. You then see the large rockets on the side of the helicopter. “Shit!” You start to run away from the door, but instead of being shot, the area between you and the others are. The helicopter drives up to Batman as he walks up to it. You can barely hear anything, the helicopter wings blocking everything out, but over your comms you gather that same modulated voice saying don’t shoot her. 

You have no time to think over it when the helicopter flies up, and the big doors behind you open. You hear your father yell out your hero's name as two cars with extended guns on the roof point at you. You run out of the way, but once again the guns don’t shoot at you, they only target Batman. You quickly realize the bias, putting two and two together. Whoever this is doesn't want you, they want Batman. You use this chance of distraction to run into the facility. You set out your grappling hook, and it carries you up onto the ‘ACE Chemicals’ sign. 

“Green, are you in?” You hear Bruce speak through the comms. 

“Yes. I’m on the sign. The men below noticed me flying in, but other than that, they can’t find me.” You grapple onto the actual building. You land softly onto the concrete and make your way onto the side. A large drop is there, and you get shivers down your spine. You kick in one of the windows and then jump through. You scan the area, bringing out your tranquilizer gun, but the room is empty. 

“I’m in a room now, there are desks and a large whiteboard with notes, but other than that, it’s nothing important.” 

“Good, I’m making my way in now.”

“Heard.” You open the door, and eye the hallway. You feel eerie, and you worry that it's a trap. You let out a breath and continue walking down the hallway. You make your way downstairs, and it’s still empty. 

“I’m in the building.” 

“I’m on the second to last hallway. It’s empty, no one in sight.” You hear nothing else on the other end, so you continue your descent. It’s like this for a while, until you hear a man struggling behind a door. 

“HELP...! HELPP, PLEASE!” You kick open the door, your gun pointed out in front. You see Arkham Knight pointing a gun towards a man tied up in rope. 

Arkham Knight looks at you, and you shudder. “It’s about time you showed up. I began to worry.” His tone is mocking, and you scowl, putting your finger on the trigger. 

“What the hell are you talking about?!” You yell; confusion clear in your voice. 

He lets out a sardonic laugh. “C’mon baby bird, you really don’t know?” You frown. No one called you that other than Dick or Jay, and for a moment you hope. You hope that this man is really your brother, your Jason. 

“Jay?” You mumble, and you wait. You wait for him to give you a sign that it is him. That this is your brother. He rips off the helmet, and you drop your gun. It’s your brother, your sweet big brother. Your twin. He’s alive. You run to him, disregarding the tied-up man, and you hear Bruce speak over the comms, trying to reach you. You don’t listen to his voice, you only hold Jason tight, crying on his shoulder. 

“Shhh, I know baby bird, I know.” He holds you tight, just like he did when you were kids, and you cry even more. 

“Green! Green, are you with me?” Batman yells over comms. 

“Batman, I think it’s time I take my twin off your hands. I’ll take care of them far better than you ever did anyways.” You lift your head up from his shoulders. 

“Jay, what-” He hits the back of your neck, and your vision goes spotty. The last thing you see is your brother picking you up. 

When you wake up, you’re lying on a bed. You have new clothes on, and your suit is nowhere to be found. When you try to get up, you realize your legs are chained to the bed. You struggle against the chains, feeling betrayed by your brother. Not only that, but you feel wronged. Why would he do this? Why would he try to kill Bruce? Why would he kill innocent people? What happened to your brother? Why is he acting this way?

 “JASON!” You yell, anger clear in your voice. Immediately, the door swings open, and your twin brother walks in. He’s out of his suit, and you admire his new features even in your anger. He has a streak of white hair, and a J gouged in his cheek. He looks over at you, as he sits on the end of the bed. You scowl, “Jason, what the hell is this?” You lift up both your legs. 

He looks down at the chains, and smirks boyishly. It reminds you of when you were younger, and you turn your face away. This isn’t teenage boy Jay, this is Arkham Knight, and he certainly is not your brother. You feel stupid. You feel incredibly stupid for falling in his trap. He used your grief to make you weak, and it worked. You almost feel proud; he was always smarter than you. 

He reaches out to you, touching your face. “I missed you.” His voice is earnest, and that hurts you even more, because you know he means it. 

“Stop this, Jason. Please. Stop this.” You plead, you don’t know what for. Maybe you want him to stop trying to kill Bruce, maybe you want him to stop touching you, or maybe you want him to stop pretending. You don’t know, and that hurts you all the more. 

“No. I won’t stop. He let me die, Bruce fucking left me to die!” He yells, and you flinch back, crying. “Do you know how long I waited?! How long I wished for Batman to save me, to have my partner save me!” 

“We tried!” You scream back, tears flooding from your eyes. “We tried Jason. We searched for you for days, and we couldn’t find you.” You break down crying, and you hug yourself. “I never stopped. I didn’t believe anyone when they said you were dead, not until I saw what Joker sent, and even then. I never stopped.” He wraps his arms around you, holding you to his chest. 

“I’m sorry...” His voice cracks, “Please don’t cry. You know I hate it when you cry.” And he did. He hated when you cried, so he would hold you. He would hold you, just like this. “I promise, I’ll make it better.” He whispers, and then he kisses your forehead. You see him get off the bed and walk out of the room. 

You don’t react, but you can’t help but feel the same when he died. You couldn’t do anything now, and you couldn’t do anything then. 

It takes you a day to break off the chains. Your fingers feel numb and bloody from holding them tight, and kicking them against the bed frame, but it works, and they break. You get the bed frame and shove it against the door. You know there’s cameras in the room, but you pay it no mind. By the time his goons get here, you’ll already be gone. 

You walk over the only window in the room. It’s large enough to get through, but the only problem is you have no gear to jump off with. The drop is far too high to not get hurt in some way, and so you rip the sheets off the bed. You hear banging on the door, and you sigh. You got too cocky and didn’t think it through that you needed a fucking way out of the window. 

You look out the window once more, and you feel tired. You feel like giving up. If you jump out of this window now, there’s a chance you’ll survive, and a higher chance you won’t. They’ve busted open the door, and in the distance, you see Arkham Knight first and foremost behind his men. Your heart breaks as your brother yells out your name, your real name, but you jump.

And you live. 

The world is white, and you advert your eyes from the searing color. You feel pain all across your body, and that’s how you know you survived. You hear a machine, and you realize it’s a heart monitor. You're on a white bed, with a blue gown on, and you sit up. You smile when you see Tim and Barbara. They both have fallen asleep leaning on each other. Behind the glass window, connected to the hallway, you see your dad and Jason talking. 

They haven’t noticed you yet, and you wish to keep it that way. Tim’s eyes start to flutter, and once he realizes you're up, he jumps out of the chair. “You’re awake!” He yells, wrapping his arms around you. 

You laugh, and you hug him back. “Hey Timmy, how are you?” He rolls his eyes and sits on the bed with you. 

“How am I? How are you? You almost died! Do you know how worried we all were?” You feel guilty, so you squeeze his shoulder. 

“I know and I’m sorry. But I’m here now, and so are you.” You hear Barbara roll her chair towards the bed. 

“That you are. We were worried sick.” She says, and you almost want to cry again. 

“I know.” You hug her, and she hugs you back.

“We missed you. I missed you.” She whispers in your ear, and you press a kiss to her head. You glance out the window, looking at the two men. 

“What’s up with that?” You ask. Barbara just sighs, and Tim looks away nervously. 

“Jason is... Back. However, him and Bruce have been going at it for days. Maybe they’ll stop once they realize you’re awake but...” She shrugs. You look at Jason, and he finally notices you. He starts to walk in the room with Bruce following right behind him. 

“Where’s Dick?” You ask. 

“He’s on his way.” Bruce says, then he goes to hug you, covering your whole body. You hug him back, squeezing the man. 

“How you feeling, old man?” Your tone is teasing, and he sighs. 

“Tired of being berated by my own kids.” You smirk and pat his shoulders. Then, you look at Jason, and without hesitation, you jump into his arms. He catches you; he always does. 

“I missed you,” you whisper, holding him tight. 

“I know baby bird, I know. I’m back, and I won’t be going anywhere else.”

[orbweaverspidergirl]

Working for the Knife: Act 1

"I always thought the choice was mine. And I was right, but I just chose wrong." -Mitski, 'Working for the Knife'

summary: Orbweaver, Gotham's one and only spidergirl. A hero for only a year, she's easily recognizable from her brown spider suit, and six-eyed mask. But, without the mask, she's Nicole Lawson, the "unwanted" daughter of Bruce Wayne. She didn't mind it, not too much, but after the death of her mother and the exposure of her identity, her life is in shambles.

I cry at the start of every movie

I guess cause I wish I was making things too

But I’m working for the knife

     You liked to crochet. You don’t do it much anymore; you don’t have time to. But you enjoyed it. For a short while, you enjoyed being the artist, the creator. To some extent you still are. The webs you create are beautiful, entrancing, even. You wrap your prey in your web, and they stay, of course. It entraps them, and whether they wish it or not, they cannot leave it. Not until you say. 

I used to think I would tell stories

But nobody cares for the stories I had about

No good guys

     You tried to help them. The Joker, Bane, Scarecrow, all of them. You were kind once, willing to lend them a hand, like Batman. You were kind to them, but that kindness was because you were a fool. You learned. You learned why it was dumb to have even tried in the first place. For starters, they did not want help. And for seconds, you were no Batman. 

I always knew the world moves on

I just didn't know it would go without me

I start the day high and it ends so low

'Cause I'm working for the knife

     You felt behind. In life, in school, in your family. You were always one step behind, watching and observing. The night was your only peace. In the city, you weren’t Nicole. You were Orbweaver. You were the only Spiderwoman. People adored you, loved you, no one cared for Nicole. Sometimes, you wonder if the bloodshed would ever end. You like being Orbweaver, but it tired you. Life, in general, tired you. 

I used to think I'd be done by 20

Now at 29, the road ahead appears the same

Though maybe at 30 I'll see a way to change

That I'm living for the knife

     You’re sixteen now, a junior at the academy, and also Bruce Wayne’s unwanted daughter. You thought the nicknames ended back in middle school, but you guess they never really stopped. You’re not hurt by the name calling, it’s not like it isn’t true. You are unwanted, by him anyways. 

I always thought the choice was mine

And I was right, but I just chose wrong

I start the day lying and end with the truth

That I'm dying for the knife      You sometimes wonder what your life would be like without choosing the hero mantle. You’re not sure if you’d be happier. Maybe freer, but you doubt even that. You lie to yourself often. You wake up, and you are Nicole, but you’ll always end the night with Orbweaver. You have always been Orbweaver, but have you always been Nicole? You don’t know. You don’t think you ever have.

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Chapter 2: but i am in the twilight

summary: Orbweaver, Gotham's one and only spidergirl. A hero for only a year, she's easily recognizable from her brown spider suit, and six-eyed mask. But, without the mask, she's Nicole Lawson, the "unwanted" daughter of Bruce Wayne. She didn't mind it, not too much, but after the death of her mother and the exposure of her identity, her life is in shambles.

tw: descriptions of blood, someone being stabbed, and someone on the brink of death.

Chapter 1

You felt like a ballerina when up in the air. The sky was your floor, and the webs your wings. It was fun, being able to fly in the air. You often wondered if Superman took glee in it like you. It seemed nice, at least on TV, you’ve never really met him in person. You’ve seen him though, when you had patrol in the day. You wondered if he ever noticed you, that would be cool. Orbweaver, noticed by the most famous hero in the city, Superman! 

You snort, a girl could dream. 

You land on an old warehouse roof. It rattles, but you jump off the roof, landing a backflip onto the pavement, right in front of the door. Your hood falls down when you land, but you let it be and begin to walk the streets of Gotham. You weren’t particularly looking for a specific crime tonight, you’d prefer if there was none at all, but that’s rarely ever the case. 

You crinkle your nose in disgust when you smell blood. You hear someone yelling, and you pick up your pace into a run. You hear it from a nearby alley and make a sharp turn right. A woman stands there, slouched against the wall of the apartment building. A knife is stuck in her abdomen, and you see a man standing over her, a shocked look on his face. He sees you, and his face turns into one of fear. You quickly web his feet, now frozen in place, you tackle him. Your knee goes up against his neck, and you zap the web onto his hands. He struggles, but there’s not much he can do other than that.

“I promise, I promise I didn’t mean to do it! I didn’t-” You web his mouth close and then look at the woman before you. She can’t be older than twenty, you think, as you assess the damage. Sweat drips down her face, and she tries to pull the knife out. You stop her, resting your hand on hers. 

“Don’t. You’ll cause more damage to the wound. Where’s your phone?” You say, words rushing out of your mouth. Even after a year, you still get nervous about open wounds. 

“In,” she lets out a ragged breath, “in my pocket.” You reach for it, quickly dialing 911. 

“911, what’s your emergency?” You recognize the lady’s voice behind the phone. She’s often the one who picks up your 911 calls. 

“It’s Orbweaver, I got a civilian with a knife wound, the knife is still in. The perpetrator is webbed down. 819 Dixon Road.”

“Understood, police and medics are on the way. Keep the person away the best you can Orbweaver, and please, stay on call.” 

You look at the lady and sweat pools around her head. You put the phone on speaker and start to ask her questions. “What’s your name?”

Tears start to form in her eyes, but she answers, voice quaky, “Josselyn.” You know a girl in class named Josselyn. You didn’t think it was a real common name, but you guess you stand corrected.

“That’s a pretty name, I know a girl named Josselyn in class. She’s cool.” Her eyelids flutter, and you’re tempted to force them open, but you just gently shake the dark-skinned woman. “What happened Josselyn? Can you tell me? Speak as loud as you can for the agent on the phone.” 

“I, uh, was walking to my, uh, my apartment.” She begins to hack up blood, and your nose twitches at the now iron filled air. “Oh fuck...” She says, wiping her mouth with her sleeve. 

“It’ll be alright, Josselyn. The medics will be here soon. Please continue.” She just nods, grimacing.

“He just, he, uh, came out of nowhere. Asked for money…” Her eyelashes bat against her cheeks, and you shake her once more. She looks at you, but her eyes are distant, “Told him I didn’t have any, then he threatened me. Told him to fuck off, and uh, he, uh, pulled out a knife.” 

You can hear clicks on the other side of the phone. No doubt the agent is typing in the information told. “You did well, Josselyn, thank you. It’s almost over, I promise.” You get up, making your way over to the poor excuse of a robber. The man is passed out, so you pull back the webbing from his mouth. You didn’t mean to suffocate him, but it’s less work for you, and it isn’t like he’s dead. You think. 

You hear him before you see him, Nightwing. You don’t know why he’s here, usually he’s in Bludhaven, doing God knows what. You were close with him, as close as one could be in this type of work. He looks down at you from the roof, and you see him smile. 

“You alright down there, Spidey?” He asks, before backflipping off the building. 

“Show off,” you snort. “But yeah, I’m okay. Her on the other hand,” you glance at the lady, and the 911 agent speaks up from the phone. 

“The medics are on your street, Orbweaver.” 

“Heard.” She cancels the call before you can, and you pick up the woman, holding her to your chest. She startles, but you’d rather her be startled then dead. 

Nightwing walks behind you, picking up the man from the ground. “How has Bludhaven been?” 

He picks up the pace, now standing beside you. “It’s been nice. I came to visit some family today. We had to go to some school event.” You raise an eyebrow, that’s awfully familiar. 

“Really? What school did–” 

Before you can finish, a loud “WEEE WOOO, WEEEE WOOO,” fills the air. You both stand aside waiting for the medics, and you make sure to check Josselyn one more time before giving her to them. Eventually, the robber is handed off as well, and you let out a sigh of relief when the situation is over. 

Nightwing notices, and he reassuringly pats your head. “You’re doing good, Spidey. Keep it up.” You roll your eyes, not like he can see, and shove his hand away. 

“How kind of you, birdy!” You say in a mocking tone, before shooting your webs on the buildings. You swing through the air, and you hear Nightwing struggling to catch up.

“Hey, kid, wait! I forgot you could do that!” He whines, and it makes you laugh out loud. 

“It was nice to see you again, Nightwing. Have a good night and tell your family Orbweaver said hi!” You yell, prancing off into the night, leaving the hero to his lonesome.

A/N: Inbox/requests are open!!

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Masterlist

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What I will Write For: Batfamily, x readers, platonic, romantic (depends on my mood!), angst, DC characters, male readers, female readers, gender neutral readers, and more to be added!

If the DC character is one I do not know, then I will be willing to do research, but requests with characters I know will take priority. I will also take priority over platonic requests as well!

What I will Not Write For: Smut, incest, pedophilia, etc.

Original Characters

Nicole Lawson: A sixteen-year-old girl who attends Gotham Academy and is also Orbweaver, Gotham's only spidergirl. She is the daughter of Bruce Wayne, and he pays child support for her mother. She has a very loving relationship with the woman, and cares for her deeply. She is headstrong, and unwilling to listen to those who she lacks respect for, but she is very loyal. She has dyed, plum color, hair. It's long and wavy/curly. She has freckles covering her body and is white. She has one blue eye and one brown eye, before the bite, she had two blue eyes. She is built bigger and is 5'9. She has a scar over her mouth because of the incident that caused the death of her mother. She has a septum, a stud, and pierced ears, alongside them being cuffed.

Orbweaver: Gotham's only Spidergirl. She has a brownish-red colored suit and a six-eyed mask. On the face, there are curved lines similar to deer antlers, and connected to her neck is a butterfly. The lines are a red that fades into a white when reflected in light. It's like this throughout the rest of her suit. Her suit is a one piece, minus the mask. She has a red hood connected to her mask. She's well loved by the media, and no vigilante or hero dislikes her. She isn't very close to any hero/vigilante and would like to keep it that way.

Katie Thorne: She is a part of a trio, Nylah, Nicole, and Katie. She is the two girls' best friend and is super supportive of their romantic relationship. She has mediumish strawberry blonde hair. She often has her hair in a high ponytail. She's white. Katie is somewhat goofy but has low patience. She easily butts' heads with those she dislikes or has opposing views.

Nylah Wilkons: She is a part of the trio, Nylah, Nicole, and Katie She is close friends with Katie and is dating Nicole. She is black and has black locks that reach right past her neck. She keeps some of it up in a titled, turnt up ponytail, and her bangs cover half of her forehead. She has edges laid on the other half. She has two studs, and two industrials. She also wears hoops. She is sweet and often described as chill and nice. She's been dating Nicole for almost a year and values their relationship deeply.

Anya Lawson: The mother of Nicole. She was a single mom who got pregnant by Bruce in her early twenties. She loved Nicole dearly, but would often worry over her, hoping her daughter wouldn't make the same mistakes she did. She has a positive relationship with Bruce, but she is disappointed by his lack of familiarity with his daughter. She has dark green eyes, and short blonde hair with grey streaks. She wears glasses and has a mole placed by her eye. She was cherished by many, and her home was often the house to go to during the girls' childhood. She is extremely supportive of Nicole and Nylah.