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cobra-creampuff · 1 year ago

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My Whumptober 2023 Fills Masterlist

Day 1: Our Love Is God, Ed/Izzy + Swooning Izzy was the Other Woman (in need of rescue and/or threatening) first. Rated M.

Day 2: things above the ground, Richie & The Losers + Delirium [the one where Richie gets sick and hallucinates Pennywise]

Day 3: Kill Shelter, Izzy & The Crew + Solitary Confinement (Not) Hornigold used to use solitary confinement for punishment. But Ed's not like Hornigold. They're so different, in fact, you could even say they're opposites. Rated E.

Day 5: my lamb and martyr (this will be over soon), Ed/Izzy + Pinned Down Izzy gives Edward another piece of himself. At request. Rated M.

Day 6: At Capacity, Ed/Izzy(/Frenchie) + Made to Watch Blackbeard calls Frenchie into his cabin while he's... doing stuff to Izzy. It's a test. There's no right answer. Rated E.

Day 7: it won't cost much, Izzy & The Crew + Radio Silence [the one where Izzy goes psychologically mute]

Day 9: Plan to Entangle, Frenchie/Izzy + "You're a liar." When the crew insists despite Ed's violent protestations that love is real - Izzy's love, in particular - he demands that one of them make the ultimate sacrifice to prove it. Rated E.

Day 12: another kind of love, Ed/Izzy + Insomnia Ed wakes up from the nightmare in Stede's arms. He knows in reality it's just his own sweat, but he feels like he still has Izzy's blood on his hands, dripping down his face where Izzy in the dream had touched him for the last time. Rated T.

Day 13: Just A Word (I Heard), Ed & Izzy + "I don't feel so good." Ed and Izzy have a talk the morning after their night in pink. Rated T.

Day 15: A Lot to Unpack, Izzy & The Crew + "I'm fine." The crew finally get a chance to Talk It Through, like Izzy wanted. Sort of. Rated T.

Day 17: [untitled], Jamie/Cheryl Barnaby + Touch Aversion [the one where Cheryl wins Jamie in the charity auction when he's just come back to Richmond; on his "date" with her he gets nervous and upset and traumadumps on her, and she backs off and comforts him and has a grown-up kink and consent sex ed 2.0 talk with him. He feels so much better he wants to be intimate, so they hook up. She tells him he can brag, which he does to everyone else's chagrin.]

Day 18: where we begin and end, Ed/Stede/Izzy + Blindfold [the one where Ed and Stede blindfold Izzy and pretend he can't tell which one of them is touching him, because Ed is insecure about treating Izzy nicely] Rated E.

Day 20: hold me fast, Izzy & The Crew + Found Family The grey area is gone. After this, Izzy is one of them. Rated T.

Day 21: [untitled], Ed/Izzy + "Don't move." [the one where Ed does verbal bondage dub con apology body worship on Izzy instead of just saying sorry like a normal person] Rated E.

Day 25: The Changing Water, Ed & The Crew + Storm [the one where they hit a storm and have no choice but to have Ed steer even though it makes everyone very upset] Rated T.

Day 26: don't start counting, Roy/Jamie + Working to Exhaustion [the one where Roy overworks Jamie as a negotiated non-sexual BDSM punishment, that turns sexual during aftercare] Rated E.

Day 27: Light The Candle, Stede/Izzy + Scars When Stede accidentally spills candlewax on Izzy, his first pirating lesson becomes a kink lesson instead. Rated E.

Day 28: ghostin', Izzy & Ivan + "You'll have to go through me." While tending to his amputation wounds, Ivan warns Izzy that he and some of the other crew members brought over to the Revenge from the Queen Anne are planning a mutiny and invites him to join them. Izzy refuses, as Ivan knew he would. But he had to offer. Rated T.

Day 29: that four letter word, Roy/Jamie + "What happened to me?" Jamie doesn't want to be the first to say it out loud. He asks Roy to say it for him. Rated T.

Day 30: Foreshadow, Roy/Jamie + Bridal Carry Cartrick is too intimidated to tell Rupert no. Rated T.

Day 31: [untitled], Jamie & Isaac + "Take it easy." [the one where Jamie tries to get one of Isaac's legendary haircuts, but has a panic attack instead] Rated T.

Alternate #2: some place where there isn't any trouble, Jamie & AFC Richmond + Aftermath of Failure When AFC Richmond is in Manchester to play United, Jamie Tartt turns up at their hotel looking like a puppy left in the rain. Rated T.

Alternate #3: Final Round, Jamie & James + Brass Knuckles Jamie doesn't just fight back this time. He wins. Rated M.

Alternate #9: Tusk, Ed/Izzy + Drugging [the one where Izzy does rhino horn with Ed out of desperation to spend some time with him and it gives him a headache] Rated T.

Alternate #11: [untitled], Roy/Jamie + Panic [the one where Roy has Phoebe at the club because she's out of school for behavior and he yells at her and makes a sudden movement towards her in front of the lads. Jamie says "Don't do that," and Roy stops but tries to say Phoebe's fine with it until she bursts into tears. He immediately apologizes to her, frantically, mentioning what Jamie said about grabbing for her. She 'corrects' him, saying Jamie actually told him not to yell at her. He agrees of course, apologizes again, gives her a big hug, promises he won't anymore. Then he notices that Jamie is having a time of it, with his whole head stuck into his cubby. He sends Phoebe off to see the other coaches to 'decide on his punishment for upsetting her' and then asks Jamie if he owes him an apology too. Jamie insists Roy didn't do anything to him. Roy insists he does; he hurt Phoebe's feelings yelling at her, and he scared Jamie making that sudden move. He comes closer to apologize, touches Jamie's shoulder very lightly, and Jamie jumps hard enough to hit his head on the cubby. He curls his arms around his head, still in the cubby, but Roy slowly manages to pull him out, saying "Let me see." He tells Jamie he's sorry and gives him a big hug too.]

Alternate #12: Among Thieves, Lucius/Izzy(/Ed/Pete) + Broken When Ed tries to ask Izzy if he still loves him but chickens out and asks if he still belongs to him instead, Izzy gets understandably pissed and suggests to Lucius that since pushing Ed overboard didn't make him feel better he should try stealing from him. Specifically, he should take something Ed hasn't properly appreciated having. Like Izzy. Rated E.

Alternate #13: American Spelling, Roy/Jamie(/Keeley) + Miscommunication [the one where Roy wrongfully assumes Jamie has a daddy kink]

Alternate #15: The Nines, Ed & Izzy & Jim + Reluctant Whumper [the one that's a split scene of Hornigold making Ed whip Izzy in the past + Ed making Izzy whip Jim during the Kraken era] Rated M.

View the Full Collection on AO3 -> (Collection includes bookmarks of Whumptober fics by others that I recommend!)

#jack facts #my fic #ofmd #izzy hands #blackhands #ouizzy #stizzy #ted lasso #jamie tartt #royjamie #sprigghands #whumptober #whumptober 2023

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l0velyblu3 · 2 years ago

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Distant (R.T. x Reader) Pt.2

Pairing: Richie Tozier x GN! Reader

Summary: You and Richie had an argument, a huge one. It was so bad it had you questioning where your relationship stood, so you ask a friend for help to see if she can give you an idea on how to fix the situation.

Warnings: Swearing? that's really it, if there are any more, please feel free to tell me :)

Requested: Yes and No

Word Count: 1239 words

It had been three weeks, almost a month since the argument between you and Richie. Nothing has happened between you two, not counting the awkward accidental glances at each other in the school halls. It felt weird not being around Richie, you spent all of your time with him and the friend group, but they haven't said anything to you. They don't have any idea what happened to you, they've caught the hint that something has been fishy between the two of you, but they don't give two fucks to dig deep into it. However, since you've been kinda lonely in the past few weeks, you've had a lot of time to yourself to think about your current situation. Are you and Richie still dating? Are you over? Either way, you're not sure if you really want to find out because even though Richie is notorious for being an ass hat, you still love him and genuinely don't want to end things with him, not like this at least. You want to fix it, but you don't know how.

You look around your room and at the pictures and souvenirs you've accumulated over the years from friends and adventures when eventually your line of sight falls on a particular redhead with short hair, the only other girl in the school who isn't a complete snake. You reached over to grab the phone on your nightstand and dialed her number. Within two rings a familiar voice reaches your ears.

"Hello, Beverly Marsh speaking."

"Hey Bev, it's y/n." you say timidly.

"Hey y/n!! What's up?" she asks.

"I was wondering if you wanted to meet up at the downtown diner and hang out? I want to talk to you about something, if that's alright with you," you say that last few words scaredly. No matter how many deep talks you've had with Bev, you always are hesitant.

"Yeah, of course, is everything alright?" you pause for a few seconds.

"Not really? I don't know." you sigh.

"That's okay, let's meet up soon. How does 1:00pm sound?" you immediately say yes, and hang up the phone. Filled with nerves to talk, but also excited to see Bev.

Bev immediately agreeing to meet up with you made you feel relieved. Not having had a girls' day in a while really takes a toll on someone, especially if you hang around with boys who compare their loogie sizes. Since you both agreed to meet up at the town diner, you decide to share a milkshake and a basket of fries while you talked.

"So how come I never see you around anymore? Especially without Richie? I haven't seen you guys together in a hot second." She stated while grabbing a few fries from the basket placed in the middle of the table.

You roll over the words and what to say to her, "Richie and I haven't really been great lately." You say, slowly making eye contact with her.

"I mean yeah, I kinda got that much. Richie won't stop running his mouth about what happened, he never actually says anything, just that he fucked up." She chuckled while taking a sip of the chocolate milkshake, humming at the taste of it.

You process the words she had said, if he had felt so bad, why hadn't he said anything? You knew Richie wasn't the best with confrontation and his emotions so it didn't surprise you. You sigh, grabbing a few fries from the basket yourself, eating them one by one and slowly.

"Hey, you okay?" Bev asks, snapping you out of your thoughts, "thinking" you say, still not looking at her, "I noticed that much girl, what happened between the two of you?" She asked. You mulled it over, thinking if you should tell her, but decided to. She's your best friend that you've been close with since you were five years old in kindergarten, and besides, you need to vent a little bit.

"Richie had been neglecting me for a few weeks, and knowing him, that is unusual, I mean, when was the last time you saw the man not holding my hands, my waist, holding me, the point is, the man is clingy, so I went to visit him, see if everything was alright. Spoiler alert, it wasn't. I went to his house and when he greeted me at the door he was very cold, and not like his usual self, but he let me in any way. I went to his room, he followed me there, and that's when all hell broke loose, I confronted him about it, and he yelled at me, called me a damn crybaby, and told me to fucking leave. Without an apology or an explanation. And now, we haven't talked in weeks and I'm scared because I literally don't know what our relationship is, and to be honest, it scares me, so I was hoping you could help me, give me an idea, just give me the damn balls to say something." You say the last sentence with a single breath, inhaling deeply when you're done.

Bev just sat there with her eyes wide, but her head on her hands, listening to every word coming out of your mouth. "I'm sorry Y/N, I truly am, I figured something was up but I didn't really think how fucked up it was. I'll be honest, I won't get in the middle of the both of you since this is your relationship and you guys are my best friends, but I'm not taking sides even though from the sound of it Richie was an absolute dick, still, my point stands." you let out a sigh, feeling tears brim in your eyes but Bev reached over and wiped them, then grabbed your hands and held yours in hers, "However, I'm gonna give you encouragement. That man loves you to the end of the earth, so I also suggest talking to him about what caused him to be so distant. You guys love each other and I truly believe you guys belong with each other, so go see him. Meet him somewhere, bike to his house, just talk to him please Y/N, because I don't think you guys or the group can take it, so please Y/N." Bev was practically begging and giving you puppy eyes and a pouty lip, squeezing your hands over and over again. You sigh and lean back in your seat, still holding her hands, "Thank you, Bev, seriously." you give her hand one last squeeze, and she squeezes your hand tightly. You exit the booth, making sure to leave her some money so she can pay for the meal, and leave the diner, hopping onto your bike and pedaling to your house to create a plan, making a plan for your and Richie's sake.

#it chapter 1 #richie tozier #fluff #angst #bev marsh #it

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tameblog · 5 days ago

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From bright and light to dark and glossy, Nancy has an incredible mix of just about every kind of foliage you can imagine. She also doesn’t miss any opportunity to add additional interest and art. This little bed is confined by an amazing fence of woven branches. An another example of a great foliage vignette like the ones we saw last week. All of these plants have similar color and shininess, but the vastly different textures and forms make the combination still incredibly interesting. As Cherry so perfectly describes above, the paths that lead to Nancy’s Hideaway are teeming with fascinating details. You can tell everything is added to Nancy’s garden with attention and meaning, not just her plants. From the stack of drift wood on the left, to antique watering can and bright red water pump. Nancy confides that this is a very sentimental piece made by a dear friend who died of cancer. What a delightful fern table! 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fjordfolk · 4 years ago

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Feel like I’ve posted Sparta’s parentage a thousand times so here’s Troja’s to even it out

Sire: Mosardi Bring Me Sunshine “Richi” (UK import) Mastermind at Shelridge JW x Richmaus Blue Mosaic of Mosardi

Dam: Shelteam Swinging Girl In Bluedress (Swedish import) Memus Professor Higgins x Shelteam Chacharel

#both parents are very young in the pics #richi in particular has filled out a lot #memus prof higgins is also zelda's sire for those of you keeping track!

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ourmadmusings · 3 years ago

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Pointed Lesson (Pt.2)

Words: 2k+

Type: angst angst angst, plot mostly.

Summary: You and your Bat finally try to get back into the swing of things, but the two of you can’t shake the clouds over your collective heads.

Warnings: Angst!!! Switching POV and slight spoilers for The Batman 2022 [villain mention, motive mention]. Fem!reader [no mentions of race]

PART ONE

The worst fears are those you share with others, and the ones that inevitably get used to cement your demise - the ones you try to bury in your bones will crack them from the pressure as they wrap around your spine.

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It’s a few weeks until he sees you out in the night again. A few weeks for you, actually; he’s been following you in your street clothes, to and from work, to the corner shop, to a few…less savory spots around town, but you’re none the wiser.

As far as you’re concerned, the limp shoulder is nothing more than a moving-related accident to your coworkers, no no, you were helping a friend, yeah you must have pulled something at work the other night, really, you’re fine. It took you longer than you’d care to admit to rebound from this particular injury, the reason alludes you, but nevertheless, you’re suited up and back on the horse, waiting on top of the abandoned building for your masked hero, suit patched with scrap leather and shoulder padded for comfort.

His frame looming behind you has stuck to your brain like that knife in your shoulder - his hushed pleadings to remove your mask, his hand over the top half of your spine, the way it felt to have his long arm curled around you in an almost, dare you say, protective manner – it creeps into your mind while you train the muscles back to peak performance, the pain lingers just as he did, nestled beneath your still-stinging bones.

The comfort his warmth gave, the persisting echo of his demand to just breathe, you can’t shake it. You’re not sure if you’d want to if given the option, either way. You gnaw at your cuticles before popping your slim gloves back over your cold hands and bouncing on your heels impatiently. You blame the trauma, the want for comfort and familiarity in that moment of weakness, that’s the only excuse you can bear to think of.

You hear him before you see him, he’s behind you in a flash, only the final few footfalls giving him away, you turn on a dime to face him – he’s taller than you remember him being, must be the forced vacation omitting him from your memories, or maybe he just makes you feel small now. He almost looms over you, his emotionless eyes search your figure, lingering so heavily on your left shoulder and you feel a chuckle bubble in your stomach and roll your eyes at his scrutinizing look, “I’m fine, Batty, no need to seem so concerned,” there’s the lilt of sarcasm and you cringe inwardly at your attempt to seem…aloof? Detached? Your mind betrays you, flicking back to your tear-stained cheeks pressed so pathetically into the cold metal name-sake on his chest. The way his arms fell around you almost naturally, the way he smelled – expensive leather and chemical cleaner.

Stop – focus.

“So what’s the word, Batty baby, what can I do to help?” It’s been a few weeks, you feel like you must have missed a lot in that long time, he wastes no time in filling you in on the basics – a few more shitty white richies dead, a few more notes, and he stalls in his story – “and, this...” He trails off and reaches behind his cape, coming back with a small pink envelope with a lipstick kiss and a large heart, ‘to the Bat’s caged love,’ it reads in pretty script, so unlike the chicken-scratch notes left for the big Bat himself. It’s unopened and you quirk a cheeky smile, “I guess I'd never take you as the mail-fraud type,” you huff a laugh, raising a brow to him from behind your freshly laundered mask. He’s still standing over you, hunched so slightly at the neck to watch you take the envelope and tear at glue. You look back up at him in mock humor, “so you did open it..?” His brows shoot up and quickly knit, though you’d never know it. He hangs a hand out for you to place the envelope in his grip – it was empty as far as you could tell.

You choose to overlook the pet name coined by the masked villain – ‘caged love,’ insinuates two very uncomfortable pieces of information, he knows you were hurt and off the job, and he sees the two of you as a pair, teasing or not it raises heat beneath your mask.

You don’t fill him in on those two things, you assume he’s connected those dots himself.

He has, actually, more than once. And so has half of Gotham, for that matter. The Penguin had alluded to you once in passing, asking where ‘his little side gal,’ was, and Alfred hasn’t stopped pestering about his missing partner, not seeing you in any of the recorded footage lately. His partner in blue has asked about you, as well. Not in any sort of way, just asking for a second set of eyes on the note addressed lovingly to you instead of Batman himself. It seems you two have made a lasting impression on those closest to you, and Bruce has tried to let it go, not let it get under his skin while he sits and stews on the apartment emergency rails across from your open window, watching you wince and gingerly replace bandages, he wishes so desperately that you’d let him help you – that was his job, wasn’t it? Helping people? Why were you so opposed to the idea? He figured that you were smart enough to know he knew your plain-clothes identity, so why hinge so desperately on your independence in that moment?

Perhaps it was the same reason he wouldn’t ever remove his mask in front of you, he thinks suddenly, an odd melancholy washing down his spine.

You’re talking, saying something about the empty envelope and what it could mean, but Bruce has checked out. His mind is miles away in a grimy alley, sitting on the balls of his feet, one hand bracing himself on the wall next to your markedly smaller one that shakes with wracks of pain he wishes to take from you, to bear himself if only to ease your suffering. He thinks about how he could have slid it left, just so, until it’s wrapping itself around your fingers and folding over your gloved palms. He’s thinking about how he could have leaned forward on his feet, whispering into your ear about how you’ll be fine, you always are, just keep your head clear -- the same way Alfred had to when he’d hurt himself as a child, daring too far on tree limbs and fence heights.

He dumbly watches the way your small hand leaves the pink envelope in his open palm, wishing you’d linger for just a moment, just enough for him to grab your petite wrist in his sweaty hands, when did he get so hot?

“-But, what do I know, you’re the one who’s been on this guy's case, right?” You’re smiling up at him now, laughing a little and rubbing the back of your neck with your right hand. You don’t dare use your left yet, still nursing the injury to ensure it’s properly healed.

It doesn’t seem like Batty is even listening to you, his eyes are uncharacteristically far-off. You assume he’s trying to connect dots to other letters, perhaps this is Riddler’s way of letting you both know that you’re back up and running, hitting the ground with…empty…threats..? You shake your head, that can’t be it, that’s stupid. You were never one for riddles, Batty has been doing most of the legwork here, you’ve been keeping him company, it seems like. The helpful emotional-support coworker, just there to bounce ideas off of so he’s not talking alone in that fancy little car he’d never let you inside of.

You clear your throat after another moment passes between the two of you, Batty was never one for conversation but his empty stare is starting to raise the hair on the back of your neck. You feel yourself getting more and more anxious under the gaze, irritated. He was looking right through you, lips pressed in a thin line - he looked almost frustrated, but what with you couldn’t tell. You take a deep breath in and put your hands on your hips as you hit your peak. You’ve come to know Batman in a weird way, you know he’d get into moods and they’d make him nearly impossible to work around. He’d growl demands and bark orders, like an angry father speaking down to rowdy children.

Perhaps that’s how he saw you, a pesky child in need of supervision, unable to do your own work in an efficient enough manner. You let out another sigh through your nose and decide - fine, you could start your own looking. What could an empty envelope mean anyways? This fool was probably just trying to get a rise from you, using terms to embarrass and demean you.

His lack of reaction was already grating, you shook your head a blinked downwards as you finally made the choice, “alright big guy, if you’re not going to fill me in on what that big ole brain has cooking, I’m gonna head out -- I’m sure I can find my own trouble to get into,” you’re walking around him now, quick strides to the old rickety elevator. You knew taking it would defeat your - ha - usual cool-as-ice facade, but you were still too concerned about your shoulder to move down the large building in any other way. However foolish he obviously seemed to think you, you were no buffoon. No reason to hurt yourself for the sake of an image that you’d already ruined by sobbing into his fancy fucking suit.

“It’s better though, right?” It’s quick and quiet, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted you to hear him. “Your shoulder, I mean. The knife was stuck deep and angled pretty badly, it took a while to heal, right?” He knew the answer to that, but he needed to hear it.

You almost trip over your feet - could the big bad Bat himself be worried for you? Of course not, he’s simply playing babysitter, it’s sarcastic, dripping from your lips, “of course it is, Batty baby. No need to worry,” you let out a sardonic laugh as you finish your sentence, you’re a few feet from your escape, just need to - “good.” It’s hushed, “you know, I do know someone that can take a look at it for you, discretion is his specialty.”

He’s still facing out towards the city, not even bothering to look at you, turned now at the waist and mouth agape at his…audacity. “No, like I said. I’m more than capable, Batman.” It’s sharper than you mean to sound, and he notices the pointed lack of your pet-name, the frustration you felt when you’d gotten hurt starting to bleed through again -- how dare he? Babying you like some child just because of his ego, “oddly enough, I’m not waiting for a prince charming type.” You’re biting out words before you think. You’re letting yourself get mad, you know that it’s not his fault you left your back open, it’s not his fault he had a fancy suit and you had nothing but thick leather, it’s not his fault you got hurt doing something you choose to do yourself, so why were you getting so frustrated at him? “So you’ll have to find another damsel to save.” It’s pointed with another huff as you’re turning to leave, you’ve had enough of his shitty attitude. Your anxiety is ebbing into your jaw.

He finally turns to face you. You miss the flash of confusion running across his masked face, you miss the way his mouth opens and shuts, trying to find the right words to say to you -- you didn’t really think he was trying to save you, not like that, right? He wanted to protect you, he wasn’t saving you from anything, he wanted to help you. He wanted your help…

He wanted your help, the thought flashed like a hot poker at the base of his skull, he wanted you around him, he never wanted to worry about you sitting alone in a drafty apartment, he wanted to sneak through the window left open and stand behind you with hands on your hips, sit you down on your small bed and tell you it was fine, that the wound would heal in time, just give it a few more days, please. He wanted to see the smooth skin in full, the skin that peaked so keenly through the hole you’ve long-since patched up, where the knife had stuck itself so dangerously into you, you’ve covered yourself from him again. He’s thought about how he wishes he could have leaned down pressed his lips so sweetly into the deep, bleeding wound he'd left behind every single time he’s forced himself to watch back the recording he knew you’d never know he took of you. What was wrong with him, he’s spent his lifetime alone, why is the sudden want to see you, to help you, so painful for him. What had he said to hurt you?

It’s so quiet you hardly hear it and you don’t let it break your stride, the anger that’s laid itself to rest in your guts won’t let you see him, “just let me help you, please.” It’s almost like a child’s plea to a stray animal, you’re dragged back to your childhood when you’d coo at an injured bird in an alleyway, shoe box in hand and pleading with it to just understand you’re trying to help it, not smother it.

You don’t turn around in the elevator, slamming your left hand into the breaker, sending a quick line of pain up your neck, your shoulders raise in a tense reaction and you leave your Batman on the rooftop. You weren’t here to be babied, you didn’t do what you did to feed into the savior complex of some man who forced you to take your mask off and then denied you the feeling of being seen. You’re sure you can figure out what this note means, if he’s so unwilling to help, you’d do it alone. You’ve done it before, why do you feel so…Bad…leaving him behind as you descend, further and further down, into the rat-infested city?

a/n: we love an angsty batman, and a stubborn (and probably still embarrassed) reader. Baby boy wants to keep you safe, but he can’t even bear the idea of being known, how can he help you when he doesn’t know how to help himself? Uhg. Let me know what you think, I’m on the fence about continuing this, but if you enjoy it, I may. I wasn’t planning on extending the one-shot, so I’m flying by the seat of my pants, here, until further notice besties.

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