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lilacs-stars · 10 months ago

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moon + tides

this is part 1, read part 2 here! pairing: james hook x fem!reader (requested) SUMMARY: you, ariel's daughter, find yourself in a strange relationship with the one and only infamous pirate captain, who's absolutely obsessed with you GENRE: yandere, a bit of angst, some comforting fluff here and there, especially at the end CW: a few mentions of violence, someone walking a plank, mentions of drowning, some suggestive material, nothing too graphic though WC: 4.2k

A/N: this req was really fun to write! I might have gotten a bit carried away, heh...this part includes the backstory of how you two got together and the first part of the req, and the second part will include the rest of it. hope you guys enjoy reading this cause I definitely put some hard work into it lol. also please give me feedback and suggestions, I'd really like to know your thoughts!

If you could go back, would you change what happened?

This is something that you often ask yourself.

You think about that fateful day frequently. It was the summer before your first year at Merlin Academy. You had finally convinced your parents, the famed mermaid Ariel and her Prince Eric, to let you go for a swim unsupervised. Being half-mermaid, half-human allowed you to transform back and forth at will. And although life on land was pretty good, your heart always ached to go back to the sea, to feel the cold, salty water as it engulfs you. To race along the reefs, tail swishing back and forth, allowing you to reach speeds far past what your human form can do. To leisurely swim amongst the many species of fish and plants that created the world of the ocean. To go back home.

Your parents had already gone over the rules with you hundreds of time, to the point where you could recite each one of them word for word: “Don’t go past the boundaries,” “Don’t approach any animals you don’t know,” “Don’t go so deep where you can’t see any light,” “Come out at the first sign of bad weather,” and, most importantly, “Do not, under any circumstances, interact with any humans.”

Your mother may be renowned for rescuing a stranger from the unrelenting grasps of the sea—if she hadn’t, you wouldn’t even be here right now—but that was a very rare case. Far more often than not, mermaid interactions with humans out on the waters ended up in the mermaid being tortured, held hostage, or even killed.

You knew the rules by heart, and yet, maybe it was because of your young age, you still broke them. You weren’t really aware of your actions in the moment; one second, you were swimming alongside a pod of dolphins, racing against the currents. The next, you heard loud voices and realized that almost directly above you, yet still a good few dozen meters away, was some sort of ship.

You had ducked down next to a big sponge, peering up apprehensively. It was at that moment you realized that you were far outside of the boundaries set for you by your parents. You should have turned back, should have swam back home, but there was something about the ship, something that intrigued you so much it forced you to stay in place.

A few moments passed, and seeing as there was no commotion, you let your curiosity get the better of you. After all, that ship shouldn’t even have been out there. Slowly, you crept closer and closer to the surface, making sure to remain in the shadows. The noises were becoming clearer; you could make out people’s voices now. But they still weren’t sharp enough for you to understand what they were saying.

Finally, you took the risk and poked your head out of the water near the rear of the ship. The sight before you elicited a sharp gasp, and made you wish you had just gone back when you still had the chance.

Extended from the side of the ship was a long, wooden plank. Standing on one side of it (the safe end), was a man, gagged, blindfolded, and bound. He looked to be no older than forty, with a scraggly beard and ripped clothes.

A pirate.

Another figure emerged, walking to the edge of the deck. Your reflexes caused you to duck down quickly, so only your eyes were barely above the water. This figure was much younger, with dark brown hair parted neatly and angular features twisted into a wicked smile. He donned a maroon blazer that covered a white shirt with an upturned collar. Something in his left hand shined brilliantly under the sun’s bright rays.

The younger figure laughed, but not in the way one would laugh at a funny joke. He unsheathed a cutlass from his side, using it to poke the back of the man on the plank.

“You see, Mr. Jones? This is what happens when you cross the most feared pirate captain in all the lands!” the young figure roared as he yanked off the older man’s blindfold, revealing to him his fate. The fear and panic that spread across the man’s face has been forever etched into your mind, even to this day.

You heard the man beg and plea for mercy, watched as every move he made caused the plank to sway even more violently. The pirate captain simply laughed, his crew along with him. Finally, when you suppose he tired of hearing the man grovel, you watched in terror as the captain gave the man a good kick in the back, finally sending him over the edge.

Suddenly, it was like the world was spinning in slow motion. The man plummeting off the wooden platform, falling, falling, falling. His screams muffled by the cloth around his mouth. Then, all too soon, he made contact with the water with a loud splash.

He sank quickly, devoured by the ocean’s waters within the blink of an eye. Your young, distraught face watched as a few bubbles rose to the surface. Then nothing. All that remained of the man’s existence, all there was to give proof that he had ever even been there, were a few ripples in the water.

That was it.

You were frozen in shock. How–what–why? Your brain could barely string together a comprehensive sentence. All you were sure of was the feeling inside you. You couldn’t quite put it into words, could barely even understand it. But it made your tail ache to move, made you feel as if you simply couldn’t stay in one place any longer.

You dove beneath the surface, frantically swimming towards the direction where you saw the man go under. You kept looking around, searching, but to no avail. You decided to dive deeper, swimming lower and lower until the water around you was near pitch-black. You were growing more and more panicked by the second, because every second you wasted was another second the man grew closer to death.

Finally, you caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of your eye. Hope flaring, you darted towards it, the figure becoming clearer the closer you got.

It was him.

You reached out and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt to prevent him from sinking farther. His eyes were shut and he wasn’t breathing, but you could still hear a heartbeat. There was still time left.

Wrapping your arms around him, you started the difficult journey back to land. Thankfully, you knew of a small island not too far from here. Swimming with the added weight of a fully grown man was incredibly difficult, especially for a young mermaid, but you persisted. After all, this was his life on the line.

You swam as hard as fast as you could, and thankfully, by some blessing from the heavens, found a warm water current going the direction you were. You let it carry you, the rushing stream multiplying your efforts. Finally, after what seemed like hours but must have only been a couple of minutes, you reached the island.

Letting the wave wash you up on shore, you settled the man down on the soft sand the first chance you got. You rolled him to his front, which was quite the endeavor itself. His heartbeat had grown more shallow, but it was still there. There was still hope.

Using the skills your mother had taught you, you started to nurse the man back to health using your melodic voice. Ever since you were young, she had explained to you the gift bestowed upon mermaids, the power of healing through song. She taught you to sing before you could walk, and it was the one thing that you were sure you could do right.

As you sang your strange and melodious tune, it finally occurred to you that you were breaking the most sacred of rules. Not only were you interacting with a stranger, you were coaxing him back to life. Like mother, like daughter, you thought. I suppose healing strangers who were drowning at sea runs in my blood.

The only caveat to your healing powers is that it takes quite some time to have its full effects. You don’t know how long you sat on the beach, but it had been quite some time. You probably would have been there for much longer had it not been for the boom voice that sounded behind you, waking you from your trance of song.

“Well, I’ll be. If it isn’t a mermaid.”

You practically jumped out of your fins as you turned around, startled beyond words. There, towering above you, was the evil pirate captain you saw earlier. He was even younger than you had previously thought. In fact, he couldn’t be much older than you. You wondered for a fleeting moment how a kid like that could command an entire ship full of grown—and scary-looking—men, but decided you have bigger matters at hand to worry about.

A few members of his crew lurked behind the captain, and you could see a small lifeboat docked to the ground near the coastline. Further beyond that, his ship swayed in the ocean waves, dark against the bright horizon.

You followed the pirate’s gaze down to your tail, which was still out. You silently cursed yourself for forgetting to transform back into your human form, being too distracted by saving the man to pay attention to your own safety.

You wanted to yell at the cruel pirate for trying to kill this man. No matter who he was, what he had done, he didn’t deserve to die. At least not like that. But the words got caught in your throat, so while a war raged inside your mind, you were completely quiet on the outside, simply staring up at the man with wide doe eyes.

“You have a lovely voice,” the man said, with a tone that you wouldn’t quite imagine a killer using. He must have overheard me sing earlier, you thought to yourself. “Tell me, little mermaid, who taught you to sing?”

“M-my mother,” you replied weakly, your voice far more meager and small than you wanted it to be. You were still staring up at him, afraid of what he’d do to you.

“Your mother? Well, that’s quite interesting.” The captain raised his left hand to scratch at his chin, which is when you realized that it wasn’t a hand at all. Instead of a hand was a curved metal hook, with a sharp point gleaming at the end. So that must be the shiny thing I saw earlier, you thought.

“Oh, where are my manners?” laughed the pirate abruptly. “My name is Captain James Hook, leader of the Jolly Roger. And you are?”

You blinked, almost forgetting your own name. If it were a less tense moment than this, you would have laughed at the fact that his name is rather befitting for him. “Y/N,” you respond.

“Y/N…Now, where have I heard that name before?” He tapped his chin with his hook again.

“Sir, that’s the name of Princess Ariel’s daughter,” one of the big, meaty pirates behind him answered in a gruff voice.

“That’s right!” Hook exclaimed. “You’re the mermaid’s daughter. You know, rumor has it you’ll be joining me at Merlin’s Academy in the fall, is that right?”

For some reason, your voice seemed to not work anymore, so you settled for nodding. Join him? you pondered. You didn’t know that he was also a student at the school you were planning to attend.

Hook started pacing along the beach, arms crossed with his hooked hand extended, deep in thought. You watched him, fear growing by the second. A sly smirk spread across his face, which only served to fuel the flames of your worry.

“You know, you directly defied my command by saving that man,” he started. Slowly. Deliberately. Choosing every word precisely and carefully, like a shark circling its prey. “Do you even know why I made him walk the plank?” You shook your head no, the panic in you reaching record heights.

“That man”—he vaguely gestures towards the unconscious body laying on the beach with his hook—“stole an entire week’s worth of rations from my ship. An entire week’s worth of food and rum for an entire crew. Had he gotten away with it, we likely would have starved to death out at sea. Does he seem so innocent now, little mermaid? So worth saving?”

Again, you shook your head no. Although you agreed he definitely wasn’t an innocent man, you still didn’t see making him walk the plank a justifiable punishment. Despite your thoughts, you kept your mouth shut. Angering the captain further was not going to do you any good.

“Now, if anyone else had done something like this, I wouldn’t hesitate to cut their head right off,” Hook said menacingly, and with a swish, unsheathed his sword once again. You flinched—hard—and scrambled to back away from him.

Hook took note of this, and, sheathing his sword, crouched down to get on the same level as you. “But don’t worry, little mermaid. I won’t hurt you. You see, you’ve piqued my interest. Plus, it would do me no favors to have a little girl’s blood on my hands.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t even realized you were holding. So he’s not going to kill me, right?

“But, alas, you can’t leave unpunished, now, can you?” he added. Your eyes grew impossibly wider, your entire body shaking in fear. This was it. He was going to kill you, or do something equally worse.

“I demand”—you already felt a tear slip down your cheek—“that you write to me for the remainder of the summer.”

Wait, what?

“W-write?” you asked in disbelief. “As in…”

“Letters,” Hook finished for you. “Write me letters. I’ll give you the mailing address of the Jolly Roger. Write me everyday, and I’ll promise I’ll write you back whenever we dock. How does that sound?”

“O-okay,” you reply, still taken aback by the peculiar, and far more lenient than you’d expected, request. That was all you had to do? Write letters? As punishment for saving the life of someone he’d ordered to die? You must be dreaming.

“Oh, and,” Hook said, voice lowered as he leaned in close to you, until he was just a hair’s breadth away from your ear. You could feel his warm breath on your skin, his alluring scent of salty winds and something richer, deeper, filling your lungs. “I look forward to seeing you in the fall. Don’t forget me, my little mermaid.”

With that, he stood up, smoothing out the lines on his pants. “You wouldn’t happen to need a ride back home, would you, love?”

You shook your head no, too terrified of him changing his mind to spend another moment in his presence. You glanced back at the man lying behind you, still unconscious. “W-what about him? What will you do with him?” you managed to choke out, somehow finding your voice again.

Hook pondered this for a long minute, before finally answering, “He can live.” You let out a shaky breath. “But only because of you, little mermaid. And only this time. You go against my wishes again, and trust me, your punishment will be far more severe.”

And with that, he went back to his ship and sailed away.

You still muse about that day, thinking how different things would have been if you had changed just one little thing.

You kept your promise of writing him letters, too afraid to know what would happen when you had to inevitably face him in the fall to break it. At first, they started out simple. Ordinary recounts of your day, your favorite things, what you liked to do. As the weeks passed, you started writing more personal letters. How you felt about certain things or certain people, including your parents. You never spoke a word of that fateful day to them, knowing that you’d be grounded for life and forbidden from swimming ever again if they caught even a whiff of the danger you had put yourself in.

Hook kept his promise, too. He wrote you back, although it was far less frequent than your letters. Even though he kept his responses short and concise, you always ended up hearing his voice in your head as you read his notes. You soon found yourself checking your mailbox daily, even getting to know the mailman rather well. The rush of dopamine you got every time you opened it to find a letter awaiting you was unmatched; you would always run upstairs to your room, lock the door, and pour over the note. Reading every line, every word over and over again, committing them to memory.

You don’t know why you enjoyed these little letters so much. Maybe it was the thrill of having a secret that no one else knew of, or the absence of your usual loneliness every time you were reminded that somewhere out there, across the seas, was someone awaiting your letters, reading them, and writing back to you. Whatever it was, your heart started to form an emotional attachment to him without you even realizing it.

Unbeknownst to you, that had been his exact plan all along.

It’s safe to say that once you started school at Merlin Academy, Hook’s—or James’s, as he insisted on you calling him—grip on you only grew. Things started out pretty normal: light conversations in class and stolen looks exchanged across the hall, mostly initiated by him. After the first few weeks passed, things between you two only grew. Secret meetings during lunch hours, rendezvous after school, and small gifts exchanged between the two of you. From there, it became brushing your hands together whenever you passed by each other, soft pecks on the cheek or forehead where there were prying eyes, and more passionate kisses when the two of you finally found time to be alone.

Truth be told, you don’t really know what you two are now. Normally, you would consider two people that partake in such actions to be courting, and you kind of assume you are. But James has never said anything about a relationship to you, and in all honesty, you’re too afraid to ask him. You feel terribly confused at his intentions towards you; on the one hand, he approaches you every day without fail, even if you try to ignore him or when your schedules don’t match up. Somehow, he always finds a way. On the other hand, he never asked you to be his lover, never even vaguely mentioned anything of the sorts. So, you decided, with a heavy heart, to not be too confident and consider yourself his partner. And unfortunately, that meant that he wasn’t yours, either.

Really, you never meant to grow so involved with the bastard pirate that threatened to kill you on the beach that day. But for some strange reason, instead of treating you coldly like he did everyone else, especially the other hero kids, he was softer with you. Considerate, even. You had half-expected him to want nothing to do with you after your first few interactions, but he kept seeking you out. You often opened your locker to a note inside, or entered your dorm to find a letter slipped beneath the door.

Today was one of those days. You had gotten a note telling you to wait for him in your usual place in the evening, after classes. So here you are, waiting, staring at the water fountain in the courtyard. You’ve always been transfixed by the way the water spurts out the center and splashes all around. It seems that whenever you’re alone with your thoughts, they always end up back to that fateful day you met James, and everything that’s happened since.

“Wait for me long, my little mermaid?” a deep voice whispers in your ear from behind. You jump only a little, far more used to James sneaking up on you now than you used to be. For some reason, it seems he loves to startle you by wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in close from behind, or speaking softly in your ear.

You twirl around, a delighted expression on your face, although you try to mask it with a feigned annoyance. “And if I say I did?”

“Well then, I’d have to find a way to make it up to you then, wouldn’t I, darling?” he purrs, using his hook to spin you around in his arms so you’re face-to-face. His lips make his way to yours, pulling you in for a slow, sensual kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his head closer to yours, not able to get enough of his touch.

The feeling of his skin against yours ignites something in you, and you find your mouth opening to give him more access as a soft whimper escapes your lips. One hand reaches into his hair, tugging at it gently from the base of his head, while the other one trails down the front of his shirt.

James leans into you even further, your bodies flush against each other now, as he deepens the kiss. You find yourself leaning against the edge of the water fountain, the cool sprinkles providing a welcomed contrast to your heating-up bodies.

Once you’ve completely lost your breath, you pull away just slightly, a love-drunk smile on your face. “You had a request for me?” you whisper, panting, eyes full of adoration for the man you were interlocked with.

James breaks into a grin. A genuine one, not one of the smirks he flashes to uphold his patented suave demeanor. “Ah, yes, how could I forget, my love?”

He pulls further away to give you two enough room to breathe, yet keeping his good hand on the small of your back. “I was reminded today that it's been quite some time since I’ve heard your voice, my little mermaid.”

You give a little smile, deciding to mess with him a bit. “Whatever do you mean? You hear my voice every day. I mean, you’re even hearing it right now.”

James cocks his head to the side and raises a single eyebrow, clearly aware of your antics. “Your other voice, love.”

You giggle. “Fine, all right. Only for you,” you say, giving him a peck on the nose.

You sit down on the ledge of the fountain, turning back to stare at the water again. Although it has been a long time since you stretched your tail and went for a swim, simply seeing the rushing water soothes you. It isn’t quite like being immersed in it, but it still gives you some semblance of comfort.

You reach into the pool at the bottom, letting the cool water rush along your fingertips as you inhale a deep breath. Through your mermaid abilities, your voice twists into an otherworldly song, filling the space with a mellifluous sound.

James takes a place on the ledge next to you, reaching into the water to hold your submerged hand. You don’t really feel it, too transfixed on the rushing waves. You don’t see the way James gazes at you, like you’re his entire world. The softness, the tenderness in his eyes, which he reserves for you only. He looks at you not as if you’re his sun, something too bright to ever stare directly at, something violent and explosive and harmful, but as if you’re his moon.

As if you’re the figure he watches every night before he closes his eyes, and the one he wishes to see again when he wakes up. As if you’re the only thing he notices every time the darkness envelops him, your presence never falling off the pedestal he places it on in his mind. Never losing its worth. He looks at you, your soft glow and mesmerizing shimmer, as if you’re the only thing filling up the night sky. The stars and constellations pale in comparison to you, especially on your best nights, when you shine so magnificently.

You are the moon, and he is the tide of the ocean, constantly being pulled in by you. Never being able to escape the grasp you have on him, the grasp you are so blissfully unaware of. He stares at you in awe and wonder, bathing in your gorgeous light, so close yet always so far away. Sitting all alone against the dark backdrop of the evening sky, waiting for him to come back to you. And without reason, you always disappear. Always leaving him wanting more, waiting till the moment he can bathe in your presence again.

As you sing, the tide gets pulled in by the gravity of the moon. Your lyrical voice bounces off the stone walls, surrounding you both, just as the moonlight surrounds the waves on that mystical night.

But the moonlight is only a reflection of the sun’s glow, is it not? When daylight comes, the moon will pull away from the waves, its absence in the sky all but forgotten in the sun’s presence. And as dawn breaks, so too will the pull between the moon and ocean.

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The Friends to Lovers

Jason Todd x Best Friend!Reader

Summary: Best friends who have known each other for years. Suddenly, Jason and Y/n realise their deeper feelings, leading to an unexpected romance

A/n: YALL this has been sitting in my drafts since 23 June 2023 and I FINALLY finished it today 11 April 2025— even though I already posted something today— I waited so long to finish this, imma just post it

Deep connections are often forged in the briefest encounters. Such is true for Jason and Y/n, whose connection is rooted in the magic of brief glances and polite greetings. But the frequent encounters experienced between Jason and Y/n had led them to be more than random strangers passing in the hall. One moment they were locker neighbours, who would share snacks, or pass class notes and the next they were friendly acquaintances, which quickly turned into a full blown friendship.

It’s difficult to pinpoint the moment the friendship blossomed as it feels as though Jason were always just part of your life and it’s certainly hard to imagine what it would be like now without him.

Jason is the sole reasoned you survived high school. Without him, your sanity would have long since vanished.

Now as adults you navigate the challenges of adulting. Your best friend, your roommate, the absolute bane of your existence.

You hold up a used mug that sits idly in your sink. Storming to Jason’s room you fling the door open with a loud bang not bothering to knock.

“I swear to god Jason, I told you last time! If you have dirty dishes just put it in the dishwasher!” You frantically wave the used dishware. “This is the last time I’m telling you!” Spinning to leave Jason quickly grabs your arm.

“Hey wait, you gave me an idea…” you merely blink at Jason’s ambiguous statement.

“An idea to manage your cleaning capabilities?”

“What? No! Drop the cleaning rant for a moment will ya?” Jason wrenches the mug from your hand and places it on the night stand. “I’m talking about going to that gala that Artemis will attend with her new ‘fiancé’ I need someone to pretend to be my girlfriend. You’ll be perfect!”

You’re head tilts in confusion like a sweet and confused puppy. “Erm… what? Pretend to be your girlfriend? Are you mad Jay? That sounds like a terrible idea.” Jason only waves off your jab.

“Common Y/n, I need help proving that I’m happier without her. It’s for a good cause, you’ll get to have free food and booze.” You only scowl with crossed arms as you contemplate the temptation at mellowing in the glitz and glam- your night feed taken care of. But pretending to be Jay’s girlfriend, just to make his ex-girlfriend jealous is crazy.

“I dunno Jay-Jay…. Do you really think flaunting a fake girlfriend is proving you’re over her? This elaborate rouse to prove to your ex that your over her is desperate and I’m embarrassed for you right now homie.” Jason only shakes his head. “Seriously Jay, you’ve been happy and flourishing without her, you don’t need to flaunt a fake girlfriend just to prove it.”

His serious face turns into an antagonist smirk. The kind of smile he makes when he seeks a deeper truth. “There’s something more to it isn’t it? Don’t lie sunshine, I can see it all over your face. What are you really afraid of?” Your cheeks burn in embarrassment, you can never have a secret of your own around him, he’s far to observant. You feel far too embarrassed to admit the ugly truth, but it has to be said.

“What if I get all like… I dunno… get confused…” Mumbling the last part you shyly look up at Jason. His analysing stare quickly turns to laughter which is insultingly loud. His face twisting in gut-clenching humour.

“Yeah right! You’re my best friend Y/n! We wouldn’t- we couldn’t.” His laughter continues to boom but that voice in the back of your head is still announcing it’s concerns.

You would never admit it to Jason, but you did use to have a school girl crush on him. He’s handsome, friendly and funny, he makes you feel so special. It’s hard not to get caught up in that Todd/Wayne family charm. His charisma is intoxicating, and you won’t lie to yourself that a small part of you had wished that he’ll see you as more than a friend. At least, that’s what you use to believe. You’ve spent so many years by Jason’s side you truely have come to experience all of his ugly sides. He’s childish, inconsiderate, selfish, uses humour as a deflection, un-committed and above all else, you’ve personally witness the Jason Todd heartbreak train.

You have both been friends for so long that an romantic hints have long since died out.

And just like that, watching Jason laugh til he wheezed over the proespects of either of you catching feelings, as if it was impossible to like you as anything more - squashed all of your feelings away.

Concerns be damned, we’re friends, and that all we’ll ever be.

“Fine I’m in.”

You were starting to realise that your reservations were not unfounded.

This bastard really invited me to his family hosted gala for a dumbass reason and couldn’t even be bothered to pick me up and bring me here.

You grumble in the backseat of the limo that is pulling into the driveway up to the red carpet where the paparazzi stood all on one side with their cameras flashing.

Ah fuck, is it too late to change your mind?

Before you could even request for the limo driver to continue driving out of the estate. The driver jumps out of the car racing to your door to pull it open.

As soon as the car door is pulled open, the bright flashes flare sporadically towards your direction as you slowly crawl out of the limo as elegantly as one could.

Whilst you may not be enjoying the frenzied flashes of the photos being taken. You were rather enjoying how put together you looked that evening.

Courtesy of Jason he insured that you would well taking care of by a team of designers, make-up artist and hairstylist.

While, you were skilled enough to get yourself ready. You appreciate how the team of designers custom made you a couture dress that fitted your figure more flattering than any other piece of garments in your closet and the fabric colours matched perfectly to your palette.

Never mind if you were quite skilled with make up; being skilled enough to enhance your features after years of practice. But never had you thought to use the products that the make up artist used, never had you thought to apply the techniques that they had and never had you thought that you would be able to make your face look more perfect than they were able to

And whilst your hair always looked done well never had you been able to style it the way that they did.

So yes, the flashing cameras were a bother but it was also a warm welcome considering how much you are feeling yourself right now. Excited to see the pictures and look back on this night of when you felt the most beautiful you have ever been in your whole life.

“You clean up well.” Jason says appearing by your side suddenly and looping his arm through your own. “Let’s get this over with shall we?” He says not passing you a second glance.

“Are you serious? Men at the gas station have given me much higher compliments for much less.” You scoff rolling your eyes as you take a step forward.

“What am I? Your boyfriend?“

“Yes. Tonight, you are or have you forgotten?” You whipped back making Jason hesitate in his next step.

”Oh right.” He falters, but just as quickly he stands straighter, his shoulders squared. “You look remarkable doll.” He praises, pulling you in just a little bit closer. So he can nuzzle your neck. The action alone has the red carpet lighting up like fireworks. Almost blinding you completely, but Jason pulls you along with him.

You’d be lying if you said his condescending tone didn’t piss you off, but there was a sense of wanting to hear him speak those words to you authentically. You really couldn’t help but silently revel in his praise even if it was all a facade.

As soon as you to pass the paparazzi, you enter into the large hall filled with copious buckets of exotic flowers, the dining tables well dressed, with overelaborate centrepieces dominating the space.

At the end of the hall was a band propped up on a makeshift stage performing a soulful ballad.

At first you were looking forward to the glitz and glam, but the longer you look out into the hall and take in the faces of the crowd suddenly you were feeling more out of place. Normally you couldn’t give rats, about what others thought of. But the more you observed the crowd raking in your figure the more self-conscious you were growing. “Jason—“ you called out turning to the person who expected to be by your side suddenly gone.

What the fuck?!

Your head whips quickly, looking desperately to see where Jason has disappeared to.

There’s no way he brought you here just to abandon you.

You’re just about ready to storm back out through the door when Roy Harper catches your hand.

“Where do you think you’re going beautiful?” Roy says with that dangerous smile of his.

“Roy!” You greet enthusiastically, just about launching yourself into his arms. Caught off guard with your excitement, Roy stumbles back slightly, laughing at your unexpected antics.

“I’m surprised you’re here. Jason never comes to these things if he can help it. But you know how Oliver gets if I try and skip.” Roy shudders at the memory.

“Yeah well, Jason had this genius idea that we should play house in front of Artemis.” You answer as Roy slides a flute into your hands.

“Seriously?“Roy begins as you sip on your bubbly drink. “He’s the one that broke up with her so what does he even want?” You choke ungracefully on your drink.

What do you mean he broke up with her? Wasn’t it the other way around?”

“Aren’t you meant to be Jason’s number 2 friend or something? I thought you knew.”

“You mean number 1– because you’re number two.” You defend your title but Roy only shrugs his shoulders dismissively.

“Artemis accused Jason of having feelings for you and gave an ultimatum it was her are you.” You stare at Roy with wide eyes. “But just like always he chose you.“ He says lightly, as if every single word that he’s spoken so far hasn’t just about punched you in the gut.

“What the hell do you mean just like always?”

“Come on kid— how much longer are you two going to keep dancing around the facts? You know that Jason relationships haven’t worked out because of his feelings for you.” Your heart pounds in your chest. Your breath getting caught in your throat.

“Why are you saying all this?”

“Because it’s obvious your meant to be together and I’m sick of the slow burn! Just get together already!” Roy cheers making you frantically shush him as heads begin to turn to your direction.

“You just want my number one spot.” You huff, more so reassuring yourself that Roy’s antics are just that.

“Don’t deflect— I’m being serious… your number one spot is just a coincidental benefit for me when you two finally just admit it.”

You managed to avoid Jason for most of the evening—successfully, in fact—until you slipped out the side doors into the garden for a moment to breathe. That’s when you ran into Artemis.

“Oh—sorry, I didn’t realize anyone was out here. I’ll just go—”

“Wait a second. Come back,” she said, gesturing for you to sit beside her. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

You approached slowly, feeling awkward about sitting next to Jason’s ex-girlfriend—the one he supposedly broke up with because of you.

“I have to admit,” Artemis began, her voice light, “a small part of me is glad to see you two together tonight. It just… validates how I felt back then. After months of agonizing, wondering if I made a mistake. Seeing you now—I can tell you really do like each other. Romantically.” You nearly cringed at the word, instinctively wanting to correct her. But something told you to stay quiet.

So you listened. “But it’s weird,” she continued. “Because in another way—I don’t care. Without you, maybe Jason and I wouldn’t have broken up. And if that didn’t happen, then I never would’ve found Wally.” Her gaze drifted dreamily toward the ballroom, where Wally stood among a small crowd, clearly saying something ridiculous. You both smiled. “Do me a favor?”

“Um… sure…” you said, hesitantly. Something in her tone made you nervous.

“Tell me the truth,” Artemis asked, locking eyes with you. “Do you love him?” Her gaze was unwavering, and in her eyes you saw something raw, searching—not judgment, just an honest plea. You almost gave her your usual answers.

Don’t be crazy, of course not.

He’s my best friend.

He’s basically my brother.

But you knew if you lied, if you denied it again, you’d be doing her—and yourself—a disservice.

So for the first time ever, you told the truth.

“I do,” you said softly.

“Romantically?” she asked, gently pushing.

“Romantically,” you confirmed, and it came with a surprising sense of relief.

“When?” she asked, now visibly intrigued.

“I’m not sure if there was one exact moment,” you said, the memories tugging a smile to your lips. “But I remember the first time I saw him… I thought he was the most handsome man I’d ever seen. And when we spoke, I just wanted to be someone important to him. Friend or… maybe something more.”

You glanced toward Artemis. She was listening intently.

“The first time I saw him with someone else, I was crushed. And every girl after that just made it easier to harden up. So I waited. I told myself to move on, to just find someone else. I thought I would...”

Artemis tilted her head. “So that’s when you finally admitted it to yourself?”

You shook your head. “No. I admitted it to myself a long time ago. But when you showed up… that’s when I accepted he’d never feel the same. But I was okay with that—as long as he had someone like you.”

Artemis placed a gentle hand over yours.

“So that’s why you begged me to take him back…”

Before you could answer, Wally appeared in the doorway.

“Sweets! Ready to go?” he called, holding up her purse.

“Thanks for the chat, Y/n,” Artemis said, standing with a kind smile. “I truly wish you and Jason happiness.”

You watched her rush off to Wally, your moment of catharsis now fading, replaced by the crushing weight of reality.

You were still living a lie.

How much longer could you keep pretending? Watching Jason live a life that didn’t include you—not really. Pretending you were content as just his friend, when in truth, you were using that friendship as a substitute for the love you could never express.

You weren’t his friend. You were a woman suppressing her feelings, convincing herself that his proximity was enough. But it wasn’t.

And worse—you were dragging Jason through it with you. Ruining his chances with other women who sensed your infatuation. It was one thing to lie to yourself…

But it was another to drag him along too.

“Wow—you almost convinced me,” came a voice behind you. “Good speech, you really out performed yourself.”

Jason.

You looked up at him, heart thudding painfully. “Hey… what’s wrong?”

“Jay—that wasn’t a lie,” you said quietly.

“What are you talking about, doll? Of course I know you love me, just… not like—”

“But it is like that,” you interrupted.

Jason blinked. You could already see the mental gymnastics beginning.

“Yeah-yeah, but what you really mean—”

“Is that I love you.”

You said it with finality. You wouldn’t let him reframe your words this time.

Jason froze. “You… don’t want me.”

“I do.”

“No, you don’t—”

“I do.”

“Can—can you just stop for a second?!” he snapped, raking a hand through his hair. “You just think you do, but you don’t. Not really.”

“I do.”

“God—why are you being like this?” he said, voice cracking with something close to panic. “You don’t understand—I ruin things. I always do. Even if you love me now, later you won’t. I’ll ruin it, like I always do.

“I can’t make you want to be with me, Jason,” you said, voice steady but soft. “But I’m telling you I do love you. I’m telling you I want to be with you. I’m telling you I don’t want to be anything less. And I’m asking you—be mine.”

Jason was silent. For a moment, you feared he would walk away.

Then, softly, like an exhale. “I’m already yours, doll. Always have been.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “So what does this mean, exactly?”

Jason scoffed, as if the question was ridiculous. “It means I want you to start telling people I’m your boyfriend. Your partner. It means I want to come home to you—always. Sleep in our bed. Wake up beside you. And I don’t want to look at anyone else the way I look at you.”

He stepped closer, now only inches away.

And then—finally—he did what you’d both wanted for so long.

He kissed you.

Epilogue (if you can call it that)

Y/n: So I’m guessing you weren’t hung up on Artemis?

Jason: I really couldn’t give a shit

Y/n: …. So then why did you ask me to pretend to be your girlfriend to make her jealous?

Jason: … I wanted to see what it was like having you as a girlfriend

Y/n: …

Jason: … what?

Y/n: … you’re doing too much— seriously— you should’ve just told me you wanted me— could’ve saved all these years of mutual pining

#dc imagine #dc x reader #batboys x reader #batboys imagine #robin x reader #jason todd x reader #robin imagine #jason todd scenarios #jason todd imagine #Jason Todd fluff #friends to lovers #outcasts x reader #young justice x reader #teen titans x reader #red hood x reader #red hood imagine #red hood fluff

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lavender-lemon-ade · 1 year ago

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I made three "blind date with a book" books for my cousin who's starting to get into reading young adult fiction! Titles of the books in the tags.

#book #books #crafts #book lover #aesthetic #craft #craftblr #book blog #young adult #fantasy #romance #bookblr #booklr #blind date with a book #the lunar chronicles #the falconer #Red queen

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violetflowers55 · 4 months ago

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Duct Tape and Band-Aids - Chapter 1

(Nightwing x fem!reader, Red Arrow x fem!reader) (not at the same time) (Young Justice)

Synopsis: As Icicle Sr's daughter, you were thrown into the foster system from birth. When your powers started to show, Batman essentially adopted you, raising you to be a superhero. But when the Joker kidnaps you and neither he nor Robin saves you, you leave the life. Now, Batman's dragged you back into it to "protect" you from The Light, forcing you to confront your past.

Notes: Reader has ice powers bc i think they’re cool and underused. Minimal Y/N usage. Changed canon slightly, basically the events of the s1 finale didn’t happen. Slow burn.

CW: Kidnapping, Angst

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Six years ago

The city lights glowed beneath you, providing needed light under the dark night sky. It was a mild night, maybe a bit chilly. The world around you slept, only the occasional car engine disturbing the peace. Well, and Robin’s infectious laugh.

Your legs swung over the rooftop, happily laughing along with him. Batman had received shaky intel the Joker was going to strike tonight, but it had been hours without even a peep. The clocktower bells clanged, striking three in the morning. You leaned back on your palms and looked at Robin.

“You think he’s gonna show?”

“Nah, he’s probably too scared of us,” Robin laughed, “but Batman will kill us if we leave.”

You made a noise of agreement before tilting your head back to gaze at the stars. It was rare the Gotham sky was clear enough to see them.

“They’re beautiful,” you said softly.

“Yeah… beautiful,” Robin sighed, pulling you from the sky to look at him. He blushed and looked away when you caught him staring at him. You stretched your fingers to close the gap between your hands, brushing his fingers. He slowly looked back at you, the two of you holding comfortable eye contact until he spoke again.

“You know, I don’t even really mind if the Joker doesn’t show. At least… at least I got to spend some more time with you.”

He was nervous, in a way you’d never heard him be before. It was funny how he could be so calm fighting supervillains yet still got so nervous around you. You scooched over to him, your arms lightly pressing against each other. The wind softly blew past the two of you as you both leaned in to each other.

Right as your lips were about to touched, you were yanked off the rooftop. A hard rope wrapped around your arms and torso, pulling you into the air. You flailed, trying to find where it was coming from. Above you, a familiar cackle sounded through the air. Your stomach sank. You looked up to see the Joker in a hot air balloon basket, with a balloon shaped like his head. Two of his goons pulled on the rope wrapped around you, lifting you up towards the basket. You struggled to move your arms in the confines of the rope. Realizing you couldn’t do anything, you turned back to Robin.

“ROBIN! Help!” you screeched, fear overtaking your body.

He threw a batterang at the balloon, but it bounced right off. The goons finally pulled you into the basket, and you tried to kick and bite at them. One of them wrapped his arms around you to restrain you while the other placed a cloth over your mouth. As your vision went black, you stared at Robin standing on the rooftop. He didn’t move. He didn’t call for Batman. He just stood there, staring.

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Present Day

Darkness greeted you as you swung open the door to your apartment. You flicked the dim yellow lights on and shucked your shoes off, flopping onto your couch with a groan. You stared up at the peeling paint on your ceiling, contemplating all the choices you made that led you here. You laid there, feet aching, until your stomach growled. With another groan, you swung yourself up and made the short walk to your tiny kitchen.

As your pizza rolls cooked, you looked out the window, thoroughly checking everywhere in eyeshot. After all, you could take the girl out of Gotham, but you couldn’t take the Gotham paranoia out of her. The oven timer dinged, pulling you away. You unceremoniously tilted the tray to pour them onto a plate before heading into your bedroom. You pulled out your laptop to watch Youtube while you ate, making yourself comfortable in bed, crumbs be damned.

Just as the first ad ended and your video was about to start, your window shattered. A dark, hulking figure rolled through the now empty pane, landing on the broken glass. You froze in your bed, racking your brain for defense strategies. When the figure straightened, you noticed familiar pointed ears atop his cowl.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” you grumbled, slamming you laptop shut, “Did you have to break my window? That’s gonna be so expensive to fix!”

Batman looked perplexed by your concern over the cost of a broken window. He expected you to be more upset over his presence, not over how he got into your apartment.

“Sorry. I’ll pay for it.”

You rolled your eyes. Of course he would.

“How the hell did you even find me?” you asked.

“I made a list of possible pseudonyms you’d use, searched for colleges with students under those names, then hacked the security cameras of those schools and ran a facial recognition software.”

He said it so matter-of-factly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. All the effort you put into forging a birth certificate, a social security card, and a high school diploma was for nothing. It probably didn’t even take him a full day to find you. Thinking about it, a realization dawned on you.

“So… you could’ve found me at any time?” The answer was obvious, but you wanted to hear him say it. He paused for a moment, thinking over his next words carefully.

“Yes. But I thought it would be best to leave you alone.”

You scoffed. “Well, you thought right. Whatever alien army or mystical being or juiced up supervillain is threatening the world, I don’t care.”

You reopened your laptop and resumed your video, hoping he would take the hint. He didn’t, and instead stepped forward to close the laptop.

“It’s not the world that’s in danger. It’s you,” his voice was serious, but then again, it almost always was.

“Yeah, sure,” you sarcastically replied, “and if I don’t go with you right now, the word is going to end.”

You got up from your bed, beelining towards the kitchen to reheat your now-lukewarm pizza rolls. Batman backed into the doorframe, his large figure blocking you entirely.

“I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t serious,” he rumbled.

“It’s always serious, Batman,” you said, letting out an exasperated sigh, “that’s my point. Everyone’s always in danger, the world’s always about to end, and guess what? There’s a whole league full of superheroes to stop it. You don’t need me.”

You tried to push past him again, but he held up his hand, physically stopping you.

“I’m not here to recruit you. I’m here to help you. We have credible intel operatives of The Light are on their way here to capture you. We need to get you someplace safe, now.”

“I don’t need your help,” you snapped, shouldering past him, “Been on my own for six years, I can handle myself.”

“Maybe so. But the risk to the world if they catch you is-“ he cut himself off, but he had already said plenty. Now you understood why he came.

“I see,” you mused, leaning back against the countertop, “it’s not about protecting me. It’s about protecting the world from me.”

He stood there silently, stoically, shrouded in darkness. You could barely see his face, much less make out the expression on it. He hesitated to confirm your suspicions. It was unsavory, but true.

“It’s both.”

Of course it was. He didn’t care enough about you to come just to protect you. The world would always be more important.

“So, what, I’m just supposed to hang at some hideout until the bad guys get bored?”

“I have a plan,” he started, a bottle breaking in the alleyway halting him momentarily, “I’ll explain later. We have to go. Now.”

Anger was starting to bubble up inside you. He reached to grab your arm, and you violently shook him off.

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” you spat, “You didn’t save me six years ago, I did, and that’s what I’ll do now.”

The rusty fire ladder outside your window squeaked. It was probably the neighbors kid - that’s what you’d tell yourself any other night - but it was harder to believe that tonight. You rushed back into your bedroom and frantically changed into your old suit in the closet. It was small, but luckily stretchy enough to still fit decently. Batman followed, standing guard in front of the broken window.

“That was six years ago,” he grumbled.

“Yeah, and I remember it like it was yesterday,” you stepped out of the closet, almost bumping into him.

Seeing you in your old costume, memories came rushing back to him. The memories of that night weighed on his mind. The ladder squeaked again, and he finally confessed.

“I didn’t rescue you because I didn’t know.”

His words hit you like a truck. How could he not know? He was Batman. He knew everything.

“You…didn’t know?”

“Robin never told me. I only found out when you called” his voice was pained, raspy.

Everything you thought you knew, the grudge you held for so long, the life you made for yourself… was wrong? Your brain swirled with too many thoughts - anger at Robin, anger at yourself, anger at Batman for not telling you sooner. Six years you had carried this hatred. What if you had known? Could life be different, could you be happy, could you be living somewhere other than this rundown apartment, dodging rent collection, working overtime, struggling in school-

The ladder squeaked again, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Can we go now?”

You nodded silently, still shell-shocked by this revelation. He flew out the window, grappling over to the rooftop across your building. You followed him across several rooftops until he finally stopped. He opened a door on the rooftop and gestured for you to go inside. It seemed odd to you the hideout was so close, but maybe that was a good thing. The bad guys would never suspect you’d hide so close to your home.

Recognized: Icegirl, E-0-2, a computer voice spoke. Lights flashed around you, and the next thing you knew, you were stepping into a bright, large room. A group of spandex-cald heroes - presumably - stood around a floating computer display. Their heads all turned to look at you as Batman walked out from behind you. One wearing a black suit emblazoned with a blue bird stepped towards you, a grin spreading across his face.

“Icegirl!” he exclaimed, reaching his hand out, “Nice to see you’re still alive after all this time.”

“Sorry, who are you?”

You didn’t really keep up with superhero news anymore. Some of them you could guess at who they were, like the boy with the Superman shirt was probably Superboy, but you had no guess for this guy.

“Nightwing? Oh, well,” he sheepishly laughed, “I guess you haven’t seen me since I was Robin.”

#nightwing x reader #dick grayson x reader #nightwing fanfiction #young justice #young justice fanfiction #red arrow x reader #dc fanfic #eventual smut #hater to lover #slow burn

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mistress-of-vos · 5 months ago

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// BruTim during Red Robin, quote inspo:

I was three when my parents promised me. When a deal was struck. Three years old. So I was raised to be his wife. I was taught my favorite color was gold because his favorite color was gold. I was told my favorite foods were his favorite foods. I read only the books he liked. And learned his favorite songs on the pianoforte. I am drinking this port wine because it is his favorite, and therefore, it must be mine. I have never once...

And as many times as I dreamed and imagined and hoped and planned... I never thought what it would actually be like to have him... Be gone. Wiped from this earth. I was raised for him, and now I am... New.

I am brand-new.

And I do not even know how to breathe air he does not exhale.

#brutim #bruce wayne #tim drake #bruce wayne x tim drake #batcest #shipping #something about Tim not knowing what to do when Bruce dies so he goes looking for him #“i don't know what to be if not your robin so you must come back and make things as before”#Tim who has no idea what to be if not Bruce's #what's the red robin arc if not a mourning story of such a young lover who lost his husband and can't move on #batman needs a robin #and robin needs a batman #proship #the quote is from the queen Charlotte Bridgerton series btw!#mistress' ramblings

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nenehyuuchiha · 6 months ago

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#stephcass #timkon #i completely forgot that shit with kon and cass and the comments of the video unburied a memory i had burned #stephanie brown #Cassandra Cain #black bat #spoiler DC #Batgirl #tim drake #conner kent #red robin #Superboy #batman #young justice #DC #DC hates lovers ✊😔#Instagram #the video it's not mine I'm just sharing btw

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redflagshipwriter · 3 months ago

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Cupid is Wanted for Questioning ch 6

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The door silently receded into the wall, introducing them into the fell lair of the most dangerous creature in Gotham City. The faint hum of machinery was the only sound as they entered the gloom. A harsh overhead light struck sleek hair and metal from above, lighting their lines with cold precision. If the room had been a work of art, it would have been a showing of MacMurtrie’s Interactive Birds. The mere act of approach was a reminder of moral ill. His own? Yes, perhaps. If he were a better man, perhaps she would not haunt him so.

Damian wished very much not to trod any further. His feet were leaden in a reluctant approach. Yet she would not wait forever! Indeed, she broke the silence.

“I have a lead on your witness.”

The electronic witch’s voice echoed around her tower. She turned her chair to face them, facial features positioned in sly amusement. Her slim limbs recalled the slim, graceful lines of a Birds sculpture.

Brown pranced forward without even noticing the foul air of the place. “Yay,” she sang, and perched her behind on the computer desk, haplessly pressing the space button. The witch did not falter from her gimlet stare upon Damian even as an open document began obediently adding space between the cursor and the last known placement of Barbara Gordon’s attention. Would that that were him!

Damian reminded himself that he was the son of legends and managed to configure his face into something of a smile. “This is good news,” he complimented.

“Don’t hurt yourself.” She tossed her shining plumage over her shoulders and beckoned him closer. “I agreed that he looked homeless, I tracked him back to the bus depot, found where he’d originated, and then found him in the social services system.” A screen flicked on, showing a school photo of a small boy with a wide grin.

“Cute kid,” Brown commented.

Damian scowled, troubled. “Yes,” he agreed. “He is unhoused?”

Barbara Gordon nodded. “Correct. Billy Batson, 12 years old, resident of Fawcett City.”

“Batson,” Brown repeated quietly, but with feeling.

“Verily,” Damian agreed, wearied by the inevitabilities. He had already determined this before he had heard the name, but— “I will ask him if he wishes to be adopted by Batman, to save time.”

“Efficient,” Barbara Gordon muttered, and then raised her voice to go on. “He isn’t on security footage often, but he occasionally is seen with this boy, Freddie Freeman, and his adoptive family. He was in Gotham with them for a birthday party at the arcade.” She put up a new photo, this one of Freeman. Neither child was overtly supernatural or superhuman, but Damian’s keen instincts said to remain alert.

“That’s… a choice.” Brown seemed unnerved, frowning. “They’re not normal,” she diagnosed, kicking her feet. “That’s a level of disregard for danger that you only see in people with a really big club to swing. Maybe these kids are dangerous, and that’s why sweet little Billy saw Cupid.” She pointed accusatively at the children to emphasize her point.

Damian looked at the photos of two twelve year old children, one of whom was using a wheelchair. “Agreed,” he said crisply. Hopefully they were not overly villainous. He simply did not have the spare time for a redemption arc. “Which aligns with the extraordinary capacity hinted at in regards to Batson’s powers of perception.” He narrowed his eyes at the first photo. Billy Batson might look like a helpless child, but Damian knew the truth in his chest. There was something hidden under the surface.

The witch scoffed and hid her face behind a hand. “Of course, to be in such August company as yourself in noticing the threat, Billy must be a very special boy.”

He nodded, ignoring the odd quality of her tone. “Where might we find him?”

That got a true frown from her. Damian and Brown both went stiff with alarm.

“I can’t say where he spends most of his time, but he ends up at this diner most mornings, early, and gets a free breakfast there.” Barbara Gordon put the address up on screen for them to memorize. “He seems to sleep in abandoned subway tunnels. Fawcett City doesn’t have a very thorough system of cameras, so there’s a lot that’s outside of my ability to surveil. Are you going there today? I can make sure the Zeta doesn’t alert Batman, but Captain Marvel will get a ping that someone came onto his turf.”

Brown grimaced. “That’ll have to be fine,” she said. “Maybe he won’t even notice.”

“Indeed,” Damian concurred. “He is hardly the most administratively competent of the Justice League. He operates based upon vibes.”

Brown looked at him. Barbara Gordon looked at him. He raised an eyebrow in a silent challenge for them to disagree with his assessment.

“You’re not wrong,” the largest predator in the Gotham City ecosystem said. “Alright. I’ll authorize the Zeta from the tower to Fawcett. Are you going in costume or civvies?”

It was a hard call to make.

“It must be in our personas,” Damian sighed.

“I agree, if Captain Marvel realizes someone came in, it would be identity-compromising to reveal that Damian Wayne and I have access to the Zeta system.” Brown groaned. “Oh man. Should I be Spoiler or Batgirl for this?”

Damian looked at her sideways. “Retrieve your old Robin costume, or come as Nightwing, it matters not,” he dismissed scathingly. “For all that I care, you may impersonate my father. The fool in Fawcett will not know the difference.”

She paused. “...Do you have a Red Hood costume in my size?” Brown asked Barbara Gordon. “I won’t shoot any guns, but I think I would feel really cool if I had them.”

Gordon heaved a sigh and looked at her ceiling. “Go as Batgirl, Steph. Get out of my dread lair.”

Damian gave her a very socially correct bow to excuse himself. “We thank you for your assistance,” he said formally, and left without turning his back. He pretended not to hear that the two young women had a quiet exchange behind him. It mattered not. In fact, it was in pursuit of his personal well-being to not become overly involved in the affairs of Barbara Gordon.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #red young lovers #damian x danny #dead serious

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