#put this man in front of a camera without a script and he fucking crumbles anksnsks

[citricjoy]

i think i know why kyle wasn’t a part of the strange darling press circuit

[stardancerluv]

Stormy Weather

Part 3

Summary: Roman takes care of business while reader is just her sweet self….remembering other times with Roman.

Notes: It’s a long chapter…decided to not split it up. This is very early in their relationship. Possibly the first year.

Warning: Torture, implied torture, Roman being Roman! Also…mentions of something that could be blood…being sadistic, daddy!kink, small bit of disrobing but no nudity.

It had been a long three weeks, but Roman finally found out who had poisoned you. He pulled his gloves on nice and tight.

Brushing his sleeve aside a moment, he glanced at the time. An idea came to him. Reaching to his phone he decided to call your number.

“Roman?”

He smiled, he loved your voice in his ear. “Baby,” He purred. “Tell me. Can you be in the penthouse in say an hour?”

He could hear you inhale, it made him smile even broader. “Is everything ok?”

He chuckled. “Yes, things have been falling into place for me today.”

“Oh good.”

“So answer me, is an hour good?”

“Well, I was working on that one project.” He could practically see you chew your bottom lip. “But yes, yes…” He could also see the smile. “I can be over.”

“Wear something pretty for me?”

“Oh?”

“Yes.” He smirked. “I want my baby to look good.”

A soft giggle came from you. “I can do that.”

“Good. See you soon.”

*****

You were left fluttery. You had been terribly bored working on this new project. You had created something similar for Gordon’s office before. You adored the man, but his taste was horrifically boring. Stretching, you sighed. An hour. You didn’t have much time but you could certainly pull a look together.

*****

Reaching into his pocket he took out his small bag of knives. Usually he loved to delegate. Why dirty his hands. Zsasz could and always worked wonders. But today he would land the first cuts.

Poisoning his girl. Seriously, in what world did they think they would get away with this. He took out two of his favorites and tucked them away.

****

Roman had taken you to one of his favorite boutiques. There he had pampered you with a slew of perfumes and lotions. He wanted only the best going on your body.

Janus Inc. was decent you remembered him saying, but he didn’t care to support his father. So instead he took you to a place where he bought his own aftershave and skin care items. They had a lovely line for women as well.

Stripping out of your clothes and after freshening up a little, you smoothed on some cream and layered with some delicate perfume. You eyed your hair. He loved it down, so you took the pins holding it in a soft messy bun.

*****

When his rolls stopped just outside his niche at the docks, Roman stepped out and tucked away his sunglasses. The acrid smell of the docks assaulted his nose once his driver opened the door.

The gravel crunched under his shoes as he walked over. He idly wondered how you chose to get ready.

For a passing thought, he’d love to have you here. He wanted you to see what he’d do for you. Have you curled up to his side, his arm tightly around that waist of yours while he considered what to do to these assholes.

The three in question, who plotted and then carried out the poisoning were waiting for him. Zsasz told him they were hanging and wriggling from the rafters. He smirked.

******

Feeling sentimental you decided you would wear a wrap dress. Though which one was really the tough choice to make.

You had some really lovely ones. You considered the blue one, then there was the pink one. However right now the sleeves were a bit much. Smiling, you pulled out the black one with the flowers. You had found it while in Paris. You had yet to wear it for Roman, he was going to love it.

*****

The docks were silent. Before entering the crumbling structure, a loud caw came from a seagull. Looking up he watched as it glided past in the clear blue sky. His imagination of having you by his side flew away with the seagull.

Focusing, he could hear muffled sounds that were held in place by a well placed piece of duct tape. Sure enough the sight was before him, it made a smirk curl his lips.

The muffled sounds grew as their movements made the metal hooks clank. He rose his eyebrows.

“Hello.” His smile widened. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?”

******

You twirled in front of the mirror loving how the dress laid on your body. After fluffing your hair a final time, grabbing your overnight bag you headed out

******

Walking over to the one who’s eyes burned when they met his, he grabbed them by their hair. He could feel as they winced. “Hate me all you want, but why go after my girl?” He looked past the man.

“Zsasz, hold him a moment will you?”

“Certainly boss.” Zsasz came up behind him, stilling him when he attempted to struggle.

He bent forward. “Struggle but you’re not going anywhere.”

He reached into his pocket and took knife number one out.

“Oh you’re starting with that one?”

Roman nodded. “I am.”

******

The elevator dinged and your heels clicked as you walked into the penthouse.

“Romy, Roman?” You called out. “I’m here.”

When silence was the only reply, you brought your overnight bag to where you usually kept it.

Not really sure what to do, you went to his office, the scent of his cologne made sure to tickle your nose. It caused a few little knots to form in your stomach. He always smelled so good. It made you smile. Eyeing the sofa and his desk, you chose his desk.

You hopped onto it.

“I’m on your desk, Roman!” You giggled. His office was usually off limits. It was his space. So you felt delightfully naughty.

******

Warmth splattered his face as the scream that followed was muffled by the tape. He tilted his head. “I want to hear this.” He was feeling exceptionally dark for what they did you.

“Take the fucking tape off.”

He met the fear filled eyes now. They were no longer defiant.

They barely made a noise.

He pressed his lips together and rose an eyebrow. “Didn’t that hurt?”

The person only whimpered and whispered a plea.

You managed to come to rest on your stomach on his desk. The cool wood felt good. Resting a hand on your palm, you looked around. So this was where he ruled his portion of Gotham. It made you giggle.

*****

Roman tucked the one knife away.

He gestured to the air with flair. “Your turn to have some fun, Zsasz.”

He pulled his gloves off and toss them over his shoulder as be began to walk away. Sharper sounds of fear and pain bounced off the concrete as he made his way back to the rolls. They had paid for what they did to you.

You had better been a good girl for him and was either on your way or already there. He was feeling good.

*****

You picked up the frame on his desk. You knew he had the picture from Halloween framed of the two of you, but that little Polaroid shot. You never knew he could be so sentimental. You were ruffled, he was ruffled and suddenly he had decided to take out the camera.

Of what the two of you really looked like he had said. You did notice a glow and flush. At least he had let you keep the sheet around you.

*****

He could have sworn he smelled a hint of your perfume but he couldn’t be sure. He stopped just short of entering his office when he saw you on his desk. He walked a few steps back.

*****

You could have sworn you saw something from the corner of your eye. You looked around, must have been your imagination. Putting the frame back, you grabbed a fountain pen. A smile spread across your face seeing he had his initials on that as well.

Grabbing a piece of scrap paper you scrawled a heart and in a nice script you placed your own initials. You put it down and rolled onto your back and stretched. You hoped Roman would get there.

*****

Straightening his cuffs, he then silently walked into his office. He watched as you rolled over onto your back and stretched. Seeing you there on his desk did something to him. It had been a while.

Grateful you didn’t hear him as he came in, he wrapped his fingers around your ankles and he pulled you close. Some part of him enjoyed seeing how he had managed to startle you. Once your legs were over the edge of his desk, he stopped. Your heels fell to the floor beside him. He licked his bottom lip, watching as you regained yourself from the fright.

“Baby, don’t you look the sight.” You had not even struggled. He placed a hand on either side of your thighs. “I didn’t scare you too badly, did I?” He rose his eyebrows.

“Maybe a little bit.” You managed, still breathless. You rose yourself onto your elbows.

He smiled even wider. “Good. You are in my office after all.”

A shadow fell over your eyes.

He pressed his lips together. “Damn. I knew I should have cleaned up.” He went to pull his hands away but yours were over his before he could move. Normally that would have made him feel caged in, but it was different with you.

“It’s all right.” You swallowed, your eyes hesitantly met his eyes. “If you grab the Seltzer from the bar, I can take care of it.”

He shrugged. “All right.” Rolling his wrists he grabbed yours. “But what drew you to my office.” He drew close, he could feel as you breathed but what he liked was that you didn’t flinch despite what his face must look like.

“Missing you.”

“Oh, my sweet girl.” A part of him wanted to tell you to not go in here without him. But seeing you on his desk like he had, well that had been too enjoyable to behold.

******

You knew you just wandered into it without him around. You hoped he wasn’t mad. It wasn’t as if you went snooping.

You don’t know what it was exactly. But the goatee that he had been keeping well trimmed, the splatter of scarlet and how he pulled you down the length of his desk made your heart pick up speed in ways that only he had ever managed to do.

You moved to sit a little more demurely as he retrieved the Seltzer. “Do you like my dress?”

He glanced over from the bar. “You know how much I love you in those kinds of dresses.” He remarked before you watched him kneel down to get the Seltzer.

“That’s why when I saw it when I was in Europe, I had to get it and wear it especially for you.”

“Good girl.” But his voice dropped as his eyes fell on how you had moved your legs.

“Sorry, daddy.” You said looking down without thinking, happily you opened your legs so once again he could stand between them.

He brought your chin up. “You are always quite the lady. It’s all right,” A smile spread across his face. “But right now this is where I belong.”

You nodded, and took from him the cloth and the bottle. “You didn’t get any in your goatee.” You told him as you wet the cloth.

“Good.” His face grew still.

There wasn’t much and it came off easily. Moments later, you smiled proud of yourself. He was handsome and clean faced once again.

“All clean, daddy.”

He moved his face from side to side. “Really?”

You nodded.

Taking the cloth from you, he tossed it in the bin. He leaned in close. “Daddy kept his baby safe today.”

“Did he?” You happily drew close to him.

“The information was on point. And they have since regretted their actions.”

“Daddy!” You practically launched yourself at him. He stood back and took all of you. A deep chuckle came from him. You pulled back smiling and hugged him again.

“I couldn't very well let them get away with what they did to you.” You felt him sigh as he nestled close, his goatee tickled your throat. “You smell so good.” He whispered close.

“Thank you, daddy.” You giggled as you felt a tug on where you tied your dress. You gasped as it came undone. Bringing up a hand, you tried to hold it in place.

“Daddy wants to see you.”

You let him take your hand away. The fabric of the dress parted, as you shifted and soon it opened more, delicately revealing the bra and panties underneath. One of his hands moved up your side.

“Just like the first time.” He whispered.

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[hes-writer]

Don’t Make A Scene

Summary: y/n is an actress and harry is jealous

Warnings: unwanted touching, implied smut, a teensy bit of angst and fluff

Word Count: 2000 words

“You have to what?” Harry raised his voice slightly at the news. 

Y/N fiddled at the silver jewelry adorning her wrist, “It’s a quick scene,” She retorted. “It’ll only be on screen for a minute or less,” 

He shook his head as if disappointed. His lips in a firm line tucked in his mouth while his brows furrowed in complete confusion.

“Y/N, listen to me. You have a choice to do this scene or not and you’re just—,” Hary's hands gestured gesticulatively, cutting through the air in an appointed manner. 

Y/N huffed lightly, “I’m just what?”

Harry groaned, frustrated with the way this night is taking a turn to. “You’re just doing whatever they tell you to!”

“Harry, this is my decision!” Y/N explained, “No one’s forcing me to do anything,” 

“So you’re just kissing him for what?”

“For a thank you because his character literally saved my life!”

Harry looked like a fish out of the water as he tried to conjure up a response to her words.

“You can come to the set if it makes you feel better,” Y/N offered, to which Harry immediately agreed to. "You can't get angry at me for doing my job, Harry."

-----

Harry is a jealous person. There wasn’t much shame in admitting it because he believed that what’s his was solely his—especially Y/N. The idea of his love sharing intimacy with another person, albeit a co-star, was enough kindling to light a fire at the base of his spine, slithering up his back and making his head heated to the point that every thought fired by his neurons resembled an atomic bomb. He could feel his hands itching to stay put, his nerves aching to grab Y/N and never let her go.

Y/N could see Harry’s antsy body from the peripheral of her vision. The curly-haired boy glancing anxiously upon the set; a room with dark mahogany walls decored with wooden furniture and accented knick-knacks sitting atop. The atmosphere of the set was enigmatic, curtains shut with only a sliver of orange-hued light peeking through directly on the bed. Candles were lit around the room, wafting off a cinnamon vanilla aroma that reminded Y/N of the ones she would carefully light when the time arose with Harry.

The pout of his pink lips deepened as he released a breath, his cheeks puffed up while his eyes tried to catch hers indicating that Harry’s usual calm persona was close to crumbling. Time was drawing closer as the producers slowly wore their ear-in pieces and microphones, adjusting the equipment to fit comfortably. 

“How you doing, baby?” Y/N asked gently, wanting to comfort him as best as she could before she was skewed away in the world of acting. Her hands folded his curls atop Harry’s crown, palm grazing the creased lines of his forehead as he tilted his head up to look at her from his decreased height on her assigned chair. 

“Do you have to do it?” Harry quipped silently, his voice resembling a whine. During the time of their argument to now, he managed to swap his thoughts from being angry to accepting, Well, as best as he could. Y/N was glad that their argument did not explode more than it had to.

He whined low in his throat when Y/N nodded, wrapping his arms around her waist. The fuzzy material of her robe caressing his cheek and Harry briefly forgot what he was here for in the first place. 

“Alright, everyone. Places!” The director’s voice boomed through his mic, amplified by the speakers surrounding the studio. Harry pouted some more when Y/N practically untangled his hands latched tightly from around her middle. Her make-up artists powdering her face with translucent powder as she walked towards the bathroom of the set. He smiled slightly at the sight; his love was so talented and he couldn’t be any prouder than he is right now. 

“Action!”

 The lights dimmed to further accentuate the romantic atmosphere of the room, the cameras slowly moving in circles, zooming in and capturing the room. Y/N’s co-star, Allen, was sat upon the headboard with his back supported, the lower half of his body was draped with a silky red sheet covering up to his upper thigh. Harry could only roll his eyes at the cliche scene with Allen’s gaze focused on a book, fingers flicking focusing in on the bathroom door opening. 

Harry could hear the muttering of the director, cueing the crew to indicate Y/N’s arrival to the lenses’ eye. Y/N opened the door just as the large camera drifted to focus on her. Her innocent face appearing on the screen, hair tousled and make-up was just the same as Harry had seen moments ago, only this time did a seductive stare plastered her face. Her lids hooded the dark fluttering of her lashes as her pointer finger rested upon her lower lip. Harry gulped, shifting silently in his seat.

Everything happened in slow motion after that. Allen’s eyes drifting from the words on the book to Y/N carefully untying the knot of her robe, revealing stretches of smooth skin that had Harry’s mouth watering despite the circumstances. The nape of his neck bubbled with heat while he watched the scene unfold to its climax.

Y/N walked until she was at the foot of the bed, Allen meeting her with his knees digging on the mattress as their lips grazed each others’, muttering the necessary lines from their scripts. His hands wandered around the fabric before Allen pushed the robe off from Y/N’s rounded shoulders, dropping on the hardwood with a soft thud. Harry’s jaw dropped at the lingerie adorning her body, speckles of black lace covering her most intimate parts but surely left little to the imagination. The opaque material highlighting the peeks of her breasts, intricate lace swirling around the firmness of her buttcheeks. The garter snapped around her thigh attached to a fishnet stocking was enough to have Harry imagining doing dirty things to his girl.

The camera shifted its neck lower and lower, following Allen’s hands caressing her soft skin raising with goosebumps before resting on the crest of her bum. Harry’s annoyance overpowered his arousal as he watched another man’s touch affecting Y/N even if she didn’t mean to. 

Y/N craned her neck clockwise, adding to the sensuality of the scene and for Allen to nip at her neck. Her mind was zeroed in on capturing the essence of the script as perfectly as possible, the goosebumps on her body elevating with the need to push Allen’s hands away from her. Still, she continued with her acting. Y/N was a professional actress after all. 

She counted in her mind to make sure that her lines were delivered on time, willing her body to relax under the touch of another man’s hands, knowing that her tense figure would be captured by the prying eyes of the camera reeling. A gasp parted her mouth open when Allen squeezed both of her butt cheeks tightly, gripping the tender skin with enough force to prickle tears in her eyes, his fingertips leaving white indentations for a few seconds before turning a blush red. 

“Cut!” The director yelled, “That wasn’t in the script, Allen! Are you alright, Y/N?”

Harry leaned forward, forearms resting on the armrests, his ears straining to hear the conversation being shared as the director angrily stomped to the stars, his microphone tilted away from his mouth. 

She nodded slowly, gulping a ball of wool down her throat. “I’m fine,”

“We have a script and we follow it so everyone is comfortable.” 

An arrogant smirk drooped Allen's cheeks, glancing at Y/N,  her arms awkwardly hanging at the sides of her body. “I thought it felt right. Right, Y/N?” Allen eyed Harry walking towards them, a pissed off look on his face but he couldn’t care less.

“What the fuck?”

“It’s acting, pal. Don’t get so heated,” Allen’s hair flopped in front of his eyes, hiding a mischievous glint.

“You don’t treat women like that even if you’re acting,” Harry’s timbre mellowed the tense aura, noticing Y/N’s barely covered body still adorned in goosebumps from the chilly air. He removed his jacket, wrapping it around her.

The director nodded in agreement, fingers massaging his temples as he glanced at his watch. “Sort this out. I’ll be right back,” 

Allen chuckled in disbelief, “It’s acting.” As if his annunciation would magically make his actions better. “We’re professionals, right Y/N?”

Both men watched Y/N in anticipation of her response, Harry's silent stare asking her a million times to say what she means, to address the elephant in the room before stuffing herself in the corner in fear of confrontation. 

“Yeah, we are.” Y/N began, tucking Harry’s jacket tighter around her, “It doesn’t mean I deserved what you did,” She snuggled closer to Harry’s side, finding comfort by the heat of his body close to her. “I don’t want you touching me like that unless it says so.”

Harry sized Allen up, noticing the swole biceps and peaked pecs but he would knock him out this instant if Y/N told him to. 

“Fine. Whatever, we’ll have to do this scene again anyway,” Allen’s confident tone shook Y/N with fear and rattled Harry’s control to the ground. 

“Actually, you won’t have to,” The director returned with a clipboard grasped in his aged-hands, a pen tucked in his ear. “You’re fired, Allen.”

“What?”

“I expected you to treat Y/N with respect but you didn’t,”

Harry hugged Y/N closer to his side, their eyes wide in surprise at the bombshell.

“Oh, come on! You can’t do this. I’m the male lead,” Allen pointed out with such arrogance and defiance against authority. “You can’t shoot this without me.”

Y/N’s brows furrowed in worry. It was only the first day of filming and without a lead; there would be no movie.

“Of course we can,” The director answered calmly, “Why do you think we film the intimate scenes first? Need to see if you can treat your co-stars with respect before we move on,"

Allen’s mouth was dropped open, frustration clearly etched on his features. If Harry didn’t know any better, he might have felt bad for the guy, but his filthy hands marked his girlfriend up without her consent and that’s just not something that he can let slide off his back.

Allen ordered his assistant to get his shirt, slipping his head in the hole before storming off to his dressing room. The director turned to the couple with an apologetic face, promising Y/N that her next co-star is someone that respected her as their partner. 

“Harry, would you like to audition?”

Y/N squealed in delight, immediately wrapped her hands around his wrist, bouncing up and down with excitement, “Will you do it, please?”

“Are you serious?” 

The director nodded, “I’ve seen you on Dunkirk. A Nolan film for your debut,” His tone carried an impressed valve. “I think Y/N here would love for you to be her co-star,”

Harry stared at Y/N’s pleading, doe eyes. He sighed, nodding with a small smile on his lips, “I’d love to,”

“Great!” The director clapped his hands in celebration, announcing through his headset that they would be filming the scene again. “This is your audition scene. I want this film to showcase intimacy and unrequited love between two people battling against the criticisms of the outside world, think you can do that?”

Harry’s mind reeled in the judgments, comments and harsh words spewed at him and Y/N for being together. The criticisms harshly raking up and yelled in their ears when they didn’t know the truth. Rumours painted to tear them apart, causing doubts and misunderstandings but they always worked through it. It pained his heart to have the world treat her like they did, especially when she was the sweetest little things that could have ever graced foot on the world.

 “Already am,”

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[the-quiet-carrotcake]

Evil Author Day! 2020

I decided to contribute some wips to this beautiful day! 

Reminder that they may never be finished :)

Here are my humble offerings:

Batman fandom

Warnings for dark themes, swearing, creepiness, inapropriate humor, sarcasm

1.Au "With This Ring"

Nightwing is closest when Babs issues the notice. 20 minutes after they lost contact with Red Robin, he arrives at the scene. Dresses thrown around like confetti, suspicious tears and stains on them. He carefully makes his way inside, noting the signs of forced entry. Inside the shop, a chaos of mannequins parts and broken furnitures greet Nightwing but what makes his heart drop is a single mannequin on the pedestal in front of the mirrors, Red Robin's cape messily draped over it. It is visibly damaged and worst, dripping in fresh paint of familiar garish colors with a piece of paper pinned with a knife through the neck. N doesn't register himself moving until he has the paper in his hands. A message written in a too familiar and hated script. Joker. Joker has his baby brother and he is going… He's gonna…

"-twing! Respond! Nightwing answer me!"

Footsteps coming from the back.

"Oracle, I'm at the location. Whoever was here, they escaped through the sewers. There's footprints leading to the basement. Found one of Red's gloves. Access the plans and possible- I have visual on Nightwing."

2. Animal transformation au

A not so abandoned part of a factory on the edge of an old industrial zone. Creepy, a health and safety hazard, there's even a couple of traps! How lovely! Reminds me of my childhood home… oopsy there Ader! Shoulda watch where you walk! Hehe… Oh, somebody shut him up! We're on a schedule here! If the Doc's here, he knows we coming now. Bah! One surprise ruined, lots more to come! 

"You! Take a camera and film around the place! Such opportunities!! The angles. Don't forget the angles! Dolly Sisters, go with him. And be discreet. We don't want bats in our belfry too soon, do we? Hehehe"

"The brat's still out? Good. Okie doo. Let's meet the maker!"

"Good evening Doc! We rang."

"I heard. Interesting doorbell… Like a dying man..."

"Why! Thank you! Now. We don't have an appointment, tight schedule and all. But I'm sure you can squeeze us in."

The doc look at the group, spotting what appears to be the Robin bound and unconscious in one of the thugs arms.

"You brought your own subject for my studies?"

"Of course we came with presents! What kind of maniac do you take me for?"

Going to a file cabinet, taking out a binder with the list of choices available and putting it on a rickety table with a flickering old lamp, the man motion them to come take a look.

"Hmm. Do you have a preference?"

Joker make a show of looking at the pages, fussing here, cooing there, until, grin widening, he puts his finger on a line.

"You know what Doc? The brat's a bore, worse than his babysitter! Never heard him laugh! It's heartbreaking."

"Oh yes yes. I have something you might like. Please, follow me this way."

They follow the doc into another crumbly room, repurposed into a makeshift lab with a refrigerated cabinet full of vials, a sturdy table with straps and a reinforced large animal carrier in close to it. Further, through door shaped hole in the far wall, glimpses of cages shining dully in the dim light. It looks like veterinarian kennels, mostly large ones, some were even on wheels.  They could see fingers and what looks like claws peeking through the wiring.

"Got lots of guinea pigs there Doc?"

"The change cause less stress and has more survival chances if the subject is young. Of course it depends of the size and animal wanted." Eyeing one of the bulkier thugs. "I haven't try the… bigger ones yet. Cow, rhino...maybe walrus."

3. Semi immortal Jason au "The Lives Of Jay"

Hood walk back to his safe house, because his motorbike ain't where he stashed it, after a rough night in the Narrows. No hood or mask on his face, but with the amount of ashes he's covered in, there's almost no risk of exposures. Clothes singed, burn to a crisp in certain places, he mourns the lost of his weapons, his boots and his favorite jacket. Finally arrived at his safe house, making a beeline for the bathroom. Shower time! Sweet hot water washing away the grime. 

It's after his shower, with a towel around his waist, that Jason realize the state of the safe house, there's dust on certain places and a couple dirty take outs boxes on the kitchen counter, with the coffee machine almost shining out of the mess.

Fuck, did it happened again? How long has it been? Maybe he can play it off, say he had an urgence with the Outlaws?

A beep/alarm from his laptop on the coffee table (that he did not left there) caught his attention.

"Hood?" Even with the electronic filter, Jason could pick up that Babs was shaken and hesitant? Shit. He must have triggered a sensor they put there. Okay, play it cool.

"O. What's up?" Now that sounds just like an idiot.

"Heard rumors there was a big building fire in your neck of the woods. With you in it."

Shit

"Just some trigger happy idiots in a room with explosives. Big company with no scrupules likely. Families were in the building. Hey, I must have been knocked out by a beam or something, are the families ok?"

"Yeah, Hood, the Wayne foundations took care of them, they're ok." 

There's at least that. 

"Jason?"

That's not good.

"Spill, what's going on?"

"The fire had been really bad. We looked for you. All B found was blood, lots of blood and  your helmet, melted. And before you lie to me, your friends haven't seen you in months. Care to explain what happened?" 

Oh shit-fuck. Oh this was bad. He had to get out of Gotham, right now.

Quick before- How long has he been talking to Babs? Crap. He doesn't want to, but Jason will run with just the damn towel on him if he has to.

"Jay?" Oh not Babybird, but better than the Bat, or Grayson.

Turning to the window with the fire escape outside, he sees Red Robin climbing in.

"Uhm. Hey Red."

The glare he received gives him an idea of how much shit he's in.

"First off, go put some clothes on. And please don't try to run away. The others have been notified, I was closest."

"Ok ok, while I change, can you explain to me why my place looks like a dumpster?"

"Yeah, I'm working a case, or half a dozen, trying to cover your territory. It's been a rough couple of months, you know?"

That has Jason freeze. "Months? Really?"

"Yeah man. So, as much as you don't want to, we are going to the Manor."

"Whoa wait a min-"

"No, Jason. We're going. And if you try to run, remember, we all have supers and speedsters on call. Come on man, there's something going on with you and we need to know what."

"Dude I just got home after climbing out of burned ruins and walking in disintegrated boots. I'm tired, hungry and not in the mood to see B or Dick right now."

"That's good then, because Bruce is out with the JL and Dick's in 'haven, Damian with him, O made sure the alarm didn't reach them."

"You're welcome" The computer chirps. 

"Come on Jay. Alfred needs to see you."

Cheater, taking him by the sentiment.

"Low blow. But alright. How we go?"

"My bike's not far, yours at the Cave."

"What?!"

"Bruce has trouble letting go, you know?"

"I'd prefer it if had been stolen instead."

4."The Distraction"

Assassins surrounding Tim, being less and less subtle, encircling their prey as the bird is making his way through less populated areas.

"The Master is demanding your presence."

"How can he be so interested in an american?" 

"One as bothersome as him?"

"Hey! I'm not happy by the situation either, ok?"

"You know better than question the will of The Demon."

"Didn't I kicked your asses before?"

"The Cradle."

"So mixing business and pleasure then."

The Master orders are to bring you to him. He did not specified the condition he wants you in. 

"Wow. This is getting a bit serious. And my communications are blocked, of course." 

Of course. You understand how we operate. Now, will you accompany us without resistance or will you have us dragging your broken corpse to the Master?

5. "Magic gives Batman a headache"

"B. We have a situation"

"What happened?"

"Well, Im hoping for an hallucination but I got evidences of it actually happening."

"Nightwing"

"Okay, here goes: Hood and Red have been kidnapped by a magic user in a Disney princess costume."

"..."

"B"

"Red Hood and Red Robin have been kidnapped? By a magic user?... Dressed in a princess costume?"

"Yup. Come to think of it, I think the guy was dress as Snow White."

"A man in a Snow White costume has kidnapped your brothers?"

"Yup. I got video footage"

"Come back to the Cave, I'll contact Zatanna. Alfred? I'm gonna need something stronger than coffee"